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   A second installment of the Palladin series.  Palladin meets a Filipina
mother and is surprised by her two willing tykes.  Just the prescription to
forget his prior ordeal.






Story_intro:
After I had moved to a new townhouse in a nice section of Manila I
settled into my life as international tax lawyer at large.  The firm got a
lot of publicity from my Zamboanga adventure with my face splashed across
many Asian magazines and even a write up and picture deep inside Newsweek
and Time.  My most pleasant surprise was a week after the Delta Force
rescued us (a fact heavily disguised by the P.I, government who claimed a
"special elite force" of the Phillipines Army had made the rescue), I
received word from the colonel who had debriefed us that Eleanor had been
found and also rescued.  It seems she had wandered out of a hut where she
had been tortured and raped by the rebel soldiers all night all night long
and when the Apaches came screaming in, by sheer luck she had stumbled down
the path away form the main rebel retreat and not been killed by either

side.







   Singapore Sling

   Written by Dark Tower Gunslinger







   A Second Palladin Adventure

   Chapter One





   After I had moved to a new townhouse in a nice section of Manila I
settled into my life as international tax lawyer at large.  The firm got a
lot of publicity from my Zamboanga adventure with my face splashed across
many Asian magazines and even a write up and picture deep inside Newsweek
and Time.  My most pleasant surprise was a week after the Delta Force
rescued us (a fact heavily disguised by the P.I, government who claimed a
"special elite force" of the Phillipines Army had made the rescue), I
received word from the colonel who had debriefed us that Eleanor had been
found and also rescued.  It seems she had wandered out of a hut where she
had been tortured and raped by the rebel soldiers all night all night long
and when the Apaches came screaming in, by sheer luck she had stumbled down
the path away form the main rebel retreat and not been killed by either
side.



   Two fishermen had found her wading through the river two days later and
had taken her to a local village and then on to Zamboanga.  I felt happy to
know she had made it out alive.  My casting of the sixth vote to send her
into Hell had weighed heavily on my mind although deep inside I knew if I
had not voted her doom, someone else would have.



   The same colonel and a member of the P.I.  government said they thought
it might be a good idea if I was packing some heat.  The terrorists were
widespread and I had gotten a lot of publicity.  I was allowed to purchase
a small automatic and issued a license.  The Australian government also was
very pleased about my involvement in rescuing Mrs.  F.  and said I could
visit anytime and be lauded for my efforts and if the P.I.  had issued me a
gun license, they would recognize the license as well.



   The small pistol in the shoulder holster did make me feel a little more
comfortable.  Half the population of the Phillipines carried firearms
without license.  Their indiscretion was widely ignored by the local
gendarme but if an American or any Anglo was caught packing, they could
expect a few years in the territorial prison.  Ever since our military
presence had pulled out of our last base at Subic Bay almost seven years
ago, no armed Americans were anywhere on the islands.  That is, if you
politically ignore the Delta Force presence recently.



   My sex life sort of went into standby mode for about two weeks.  My mind
had seen too much horror and it was still occupying most of my waking
thoughts.  I tried to lose myself in several basic legal cases but found I
had an adequate staff to handle that level of work.  I was needed for the
big gun clients and none had shown up yet.  My two local lawyers on staff
were a pretty twenty something named Emelda who had received her degree
locally and a Indian gentlemen who had got his sheepskin in the states at a
prestigious law school.  I had a hard time pronouncing his name and
everyone else did so he had already become known simply as Hank to staff
and clients.



   Emelda was single but going out with a sharp lawyer working for the
government.  He had political ambitions and Emelda saw her path towards the
upper echelons of the P.I.  lay with him.  The secretarial staff was
lacking in any physical beauty or youth.  Apparently good legal help only
came in the blue/gray haired variety.  I swore to run an add and hire
something with a great set of legs or ass.  Yea, call me sexist, I know. 
But if I'm going to have cunt on the hoof where I work, I need at least one
or two good looking cunts around.



   Not that there was a lack of good looking cunt in Manila.  There was a
world wide variety here.  With all the international trading centers, the
better hotels were full of round-eyes (the G.I.  euphemism for non-Asian
women especially of the white bread type) including Europeans, Brits,
Scandinavians and good old home grown U.S.  of A.  cunt.  All I had to do
was show up in a lounge on a Friday or Saturday night and within and hour
or so I would be balls deep in some hot cunts hotel room playing Malibu
beach bed bongo.



   I was learning Tagalog from Emelda.  It was slow but she gave me a good
CD for my laptop that helped.  I was also working on my Mandarin Chinese
since one of my first big events in the next few moths was a visit to Hong
Kong and Beijing.  During the summer I planned to bring my two daughters
over and accept an invitation to spend time with Mrs.  Fontaine in
Australia.  I was looking forward to seeing young Sandy again too.  The
thirteen year old had given me a spectacular blow-job on the plane coming
over but I had yet to dip into her other assets.



   By July my oldest would be fourteen and youngest twelve.  I couldn't
wait to see how they had developed since I had been gone.  From the photos
my ex-wife Sam sent, _______ was growing a nice set of tits.  Sam had
apparently kept her word about staying apart from the black partner in her
law firm who had wrecked havoc on our family.  O.K., I was not so innocent,
bedding my oldest daughter first but he had anally taken my youngest and
made a big fuck-up for all of us.  The private detective I kept on retainer
keeping an eye on Sam had reported she was dating another lawyer from a
firm downtown.  Apparently this guy was also divorce dad had a eight year
old daughter for part time custody.  The typical L.A.  lifestyle, weekend
parents.



   Me, I was trying to find a mellow space that did not involve me getting
blotto each night.  As hard as I tried I couldn't come home and rest
without drinking over a half dozen double shots of good Scotch.  I thought
about seeing a shrink and told myself I wasn't that fucked up.  I had just
gone through one hell of an ordeal.  Post traumatic stress disorder the
shrink would say.  What you need to do is take your mind off what happened
Mr.  Palladin, she would say.



   All right Doc, what say I put you on all fours and drive nine inches up
your ass.  Do you think that might work?  Probably get me arrested as a sex
maniac.



   My boss called me the next Thursday.



   "Put your duds in a travel bag slim, you're going on a trip."



   "Where to boss?"



   "We've got a new client in Houston who wants to do some private
contracting in Singapore and Kuala Lumpur.  He's nervous about the local
help and the government red tape and wants a gunslinger to hold his hand
and make the end roads.  That would be you Palladin.  Are you up to the
task?"



   "Yea, sure.  Why wouldn't I be?"



   "Oh let's just say a little birdie has been telling me a certain hot
shot lawyer has been dragging into the office each morning looking like
hell."



   "That fucking Rosalie," I muttered, dredging up murderous thoughts about
the old crone who ran the office help.  She must have been eighty if she
was a day.



   "I never said any name so don't go telling her I said it." He was
deathly afraid of the old war horse and avoided confrontation with her as
often as possible.  I think she had been a Jap army officer who had been
castrated at the Battle of Luzon and stayed here ever since.  She was that
tough and evil.



   We made our arrangements and I walked out of my office.



   "Thanks a fuckin' lot, Rosalie," I said to the old lady typing at the
computer.  She had fought technology for half a dozen years but once she
had embraced the science she was the office computer whiz second only to
me.



   She looked at me warily over her bifocals perched on the end of her
nose. Henna rinsed gray hair piled in a high bun, yellow pencil sticking
out made her look like a Geisha.  Fine features but with a double chin and
too many cheeks.  She waddled when she walked and was as broad across the
ass as she was tall.



   "Whatsa' matter, Mr.  Hollywood smart ass, boss jam 'ya up," she
cackled. "Teachin' you right to get bombed each night.  What you really
need is some young Filipina gal to wring your noodle dry and you'd shape
up."



   "Why Rosalie, I didn't know you cared.  Besides, are you offering me
something.  Do you know any young noodle wringers in your neighborhood?"



   "It just happens I do Mr.  Smarty-pants lawyer.  You come to dinner
tomorrow night, I fix your buns up good."



   "Gee, I don't know Rosalie, my calendar is really full at this moment,"
I moaned trying to back out of whatever the old crone had planned.  I could
see some skinny forty year old relative with only half her teeth left
standing at her door waiting with open arms.



   She made shooing motions moving me back towards my office and just said,
"No buts.  You haul your buns to Mama Rosalie's tomorrow night or don't
show up for work on Monday, understand?"



   I closed my door and flopped into my chair.  Tomorrow night was Friday
night, what did I have to do.  My stew friend Susan, now engaged and
indisposed from my wanger, was supposed to fix me up with a Scandinavian
stew the next weekend but that was now cancelled.  My flight was being
scheduled for Tuesday and I would be in Malaysia until the following Sunday
when I flew back to Manila.  Oh, what the hell, I guess I'll go.  It should
be amusing.



   The next night I dressed in a light suit coat and tie, carrying a small
bouquet of flowers I took a cab to Rosalie's house.  In was in a nice
middle class section of native residents that handled most of the
commercial trade in the big city.  Merchant, clericals and the like all
owned their homes here.  Rosalie met me at the door and ushered me into the
living room.  About ten people were draped on the furniture and on the
floor watching a soccer match on the television.  She introduced me to a
wrinkled old man she called Saul who was her husband.  I figured he must be
a tough son-of-a-bitch to have stayed around Rosalie so long and still be
breathing.



   Her daughter was approaching forty just as I suspected and was called a
name I could not pronounce but started with a J.  Great I though, she's
matched me up with the wicked witch of the east and I cannot even pronounce
her name.  After several attempts at conversation, (J spoke not a word of
English and the kids had to keep translating) I understood her name to be
Jalata but it sounded more like "jello-ought-to." She wasn't buck ugly by
any means.  Long dark hair (what else did I expect, blonde), nice legs and
passable ass but not a raving beauty.  She was a few steps down from the
older shop girls at every department store in the P.I.  Slightly protruding
front teeth that could have stood an orthodontist twenty-five years ago.  A
pronounced black mole that was far form a beauty mark on her left cheek.  I
was afraid to look too close, fearing I would see along black hair or two
growing out of the center.  Otherwise a nice date for a Friday night if
that night happened to be Halloween.



   Rosalie put on a good spread but I steered clear of the Baluts.  Tiny
eggs buried into the ground until the embryo has fermented enough and then
cracked open and eaten.  I promised myself I would never eat an egg that
had a chicken growing inside of it.  I'm just kind of funny that way,
imagine.  We finished the meal and Jello-oughto asked me if I wanted to go
to her house which was about a mile away.  We walked hand in hand to her
house, her swinging my flowers until most were baten off against her thigh.
Oh well, they were fairly cheap anyway.  I was seriously considering
running away across the train tracks and into the bush on the far side. 
Change my name again to something like shit-head and become a yak herder in
Tibet, maybe.



   We got to her house and she brought me out a cold bottle of San MaGoo
the local beer.  Good shit.  Light you right up like a good hit of grass.
And, speaking of grass, Jello-oughtto came out with a home made Thai stick
and passed me the joint after taking a good drag.



   We didn't say much.  Hell, she didn't speak any English and my Tagalog
had only progressed to grammar school level.  Soon Jello-oughto reached up
and began to flap the silk blouse she was wearing in and out away from her
chest.



   "Hot?" I asked.



   She nodded and began to unbutton the blouse.  Shit, what part of hot did
she not understand.  Maybe "hot" is close to Tagalog for "fuck," what do I
know.  I watched in mortal fear as the blouse came off.  It was still
sticky hot in the early spring evening and a small fan in the corner barely
stirred a breeze.  She had on a white cotton bra and when she smiled I saw
at least a half dozen of her front teeth were either partial or fully gold
capped.  Maybe Rosalie was storing her retirement fund in her daughter's
mouth.  Boy, was she going to be surprised when Rosalie was fired Monday
and came to collect.  On second thought, firing was too good for her sorry
ass.  I had special plans for some target practice with my new pistola.



   The woman got up and opened a door.  Through it I could see the corner
of a bed and then there was a loud humming sound.  She came back through
the door and crooked her finger.  "Come," she beckoned, "cooler."



   I realized the humming was coming from an air conditioner but as I stood
up I wished I had had the chance to down about a dozen San MaGoo's or
double shots before entering the doors of hell.  Inside I found
Jello-oughto spread across the bed, one knee cocked up in the air enough
for me to see the fire red panties she wore under the black dress.



   "You likee Filipina girls?" she asked smiling.



   "Uh, sure, I like all kinds of girls, especially Filipina." Boy was I
going to hell for lying.



   "Good," she yelped, jumping to her feet she went to the door and yelled'
"Camilia, Juanita" and a batch more Tagalog I couldn't catch.



   Within twenty seconds I heard the running of bare feet through the house
and two tousled headed girls appeared in the doorway.  On appeared to be
abut seven, the other eight or nine.  They both wore short cotton dresses
to mid thigh, and were barefoot.  There legs were dust colored and their
faces were smeared with dirt.



   Jello-ougto screamed something and the two girls giggled and turned
fleeing the doorway.  The mother turned to me and crooked her finger again.
I followed her and she went to another opened doorway and went in.  I
followed her and stood stock still as I saw the two tykes had shed there
cotton dresses and were stepping out of identical white cotton panties. 
The water in the bathtub was running full blast and they were busy getting
in.



   Jello-oughto handed them wash rags and two bars of soap.  She turned to
me and grinned.  "Dirty girls," she said, "clean up.  You help?"



   I looked at the two nymphets splashing in the water and grinned.



   "Sure, I'd be glad to help.  What do I do?"



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   The two girls laughed as I took the wash cloth and began to soap their
bodies.  Their mother worked on their faces and upped body, I concentrated
on legs, hips, buttocks, and private parts.  By the time I got to the
private areas they were squirming all over the big enamel tub.  Camilia the
oldest was the most brazen.  As the wash towel ran over her sex, she spread
her legs to make easy access to the wet cotton.  I quickly realized I
needed more manual control of the operation so I tossed the cloth in the
tub and soaped my fingers.  Running my index finger into her tight slit I
began massaging her inner pussy lips and small clit.  Soon her love button
was standing erect and inflamed, red with excitement and the small girls
ass literally flew in the soapy waters to my fingers urgings.



   "Hmmmm, feels good," she murmured in English.



   "You speak English?'



   "Uh huh, so does my sister Juanita.  We learnt it at the Catholic
school."



   I fingered her some more which produced more moaning and thrashing.  Her
younger sister had been washed and sat there watching.  Her mother's hand
was busy under the soapy water at the girls crotch so I assumed she was
receiving a similar treatment.



   "Clean," barked Jello-oughto.  "Go my room."



   The two climbed out, their naked bums glistening and the slim, hairless
cracks fully scrubbed.  We followed them to the bedroom.  Jello-oughto
passed her arm through mine and led me to her room again.  The girls were
bouncing up and down on the bed.  They had pulled the covers back and were
having a pillow fight.



   "You like?" Jello-oughto asked, pointing at the two.  "Which one like?'



   "Eh, I like them both.  I'm not sure what you mean by like.  Are you
asking if I want to have sex with them?"



   "Sex, yes, sex!" she excitedly blurted.  "Sex with my girls.  Like?'



   To illustrate her point she reached her hand down to my suit pants and
grabbed Mr.  Peckerhead who had long ago come to attention seeing the
frolicking nymphets in the bath.  Call him a Lolita lover but he did like
young quim and apparently did not discriminate against really young girls.
Cheeze, now I was lusting after eight year olds.  What next, five year
olds?



   The rubbing the mother was doing was much too much in my excited state.
I had been without sex for almost two weeks and hadn't even whacked off, a
new record for me.  Call me Mr.  Hard-on most of the time around anything
with a slit in it.



   I looked at the dark skinned beauties in all their nakedness and
couldn't really choose.  The last time I had made a choice I had thought I
was sending a young Lesbian girl to her death.  How could I chose which
nymphet to violate?  I had a very large nine inch cock.  Jello-oughto
sensed my hesitation.  Maybe Rosalie was smarter than I thought but I
couldn't believe she would set me up to have sex with her granddaughters.
Surely she thought I would be interested in her daughter.  The mother
grabbed my arm and led me into the room.  She said something to the two
girls and both of them lay on their backs with their legs spread. 
Jello-oughto turned down the air conditioner to low and put a pillow under
each small ass.



   She motioned with her hands to the two naked kids giving me permission
to do what I wanted.  I crawled up on the bed and began to kiss Camilia
legs and thighs, letting my lips glide up the smooth skin, smelling the
clean smell of their bath soap and tasting the fragrance of their youth. 
As my lips got closer to the bald quim between her trembling legs, little
goose-bumps popped out on her thighs.  Her voice started a soft moaning
sound somewhere deep in her throat and her butt was dancing on the sheets.



   Finally my tongue touched the left petal of her cunt lip and she reached
and grabbed my head and drew me tight into that little fleshy area.  My
tongue danced over her clit and gave a push between her lips.  It went in
deep, a lot deeper than I expected it to if she had been a virgin.  The
girl was sexually active, at least in losing her virginity to something. 
She was really mature in getting her motor running also.  Within minutes
she was dancing all over the bed, moaning and purring as my tongue worked
its magic.  When I danced across her anus she let out a shrill little
squeak so I backed tracked and let my tongue invade her pucker.



   "Oh God, yes, put it in my dirty hole.  Treat me like the dirty little
whore my Mommie says I am, Mr.  Daddy-man," she squealed.



   My pecker lurched but just as I was thinking about doing some more
probing of her tightest hole a pair of hands were tugging at my hair. 
Looking up I saw Juanita was pulling my hair and gasping, "Me too." She had
a pair of fingers plunged into her little slit and had worked up a foamy
lather of pussy juice.



   As I started to tongue the younger one, Jello-oughto unzipped my
trousers and started to work them off my legs.  My under-shorts followed as
did my shirt and tie.  Soon Mr.  Happy head was getting a good yanking out
in the open as Jello-oughto did a tongue dance across my ass and balls. 
Then I felt a small mouth try and wrap itself around my mushroomed shaped
cock head.  Oh shit, I thought, it's gonna be a bumpy night, Mr. 
Peckerhead.



   Chapter Two



   Juanita's little slick cunt fit the tip of my tongue as sugar did to
honey.  The tyke gasped as I continuously probed her bald pussy
occasionally reaching up to run tongue strokes across her clit.  My index
finger, slicked by the flow of juice form her pussy, did a dance across the
mouth of her anus, feeling out all the rubbery bumps before plunging in to
the first knuckle.



   "Oh mister, hurt my poopee," the girl cried.



   "Call me Palldin," I grunted, twisting the finger in a little deeper and
lapping harder at the small clit.



   "Palldin, you're making my little cunny feel real funny.  It tingles all
over like when Mommie has her man friends over to play bedroom."



   "Play bedroom?" I gasped raising my face from her sopping bald trough.



   "Yes, her men friends like to stick their things in me and sisters
cunnies.  Do you know about that Palldin?"



   I glanced up at Jello-oughto.  She was busy making small kisses all over
my balls and ass cheeks and not paying attention to what the girl was
saying.  Probably didn't understand her anyway.



   "Do you like having things stuck in your cunny?" I asked.



   "Sumtimes, but sumtimes they are real big and hurt a lot.  They want to
put a lot more of their thingees in me but Mommie won't let them."



   "What does she do?"



   "She makes them put their big things in her cunny.  They can put all of
theirs in hers, it's a big cunny."



   The scene was becoming clearer now.  Either Jello-oughto was
prostituting her young daughters to men friends or just plain using them to
entrap male friends she could not otherwise entrap.  Like this stupid
asshole named Palladin or Palladin as the tyke called me.



   By now Mr.  Peckerhead was being spit polished by the older of the two
children to the tune he was vibrating like a concert violin.  The lack of
sex made him a prime candidate for an early blow and I wanted some of that
tender cunny I was sucking.



   I flopped over pushing Camilia off my cock and flipping Jello-oughto
away from my ass.  I pushed Juanita's legs up until her knees were nestled
next to her ears.  Her pussy was right below my big cock, slimy with my
saliva and any fluid she had leaked.  I pushed the big head against her
small lips and dropped my weight.  My cock immediately did a forty-five
degree bend as it encountered the super tight cunt.



   "Oh Mr.  Palldin, that hurts my cunny bad," she wailed.



   I shoved again and this time managed to bridge the outer lips and pop
the head into the first tow inches of her tight pussy.  I felt like the
skin on my pecker was being ripped off.



   "God she's tight," I gasped.



   Seeing my problem, jello-oughto reached in a bedside table and pulled
out a blue jar.  Opening it up she scooped out a generous amount of slimy
white salve and began to rub it on my cock and her pussy lips.  Soon I was
making more headway and Juanita moaning was more sexually oriented than
painful.  As I popped in and out she began to make little panting gasps and
move her ass up and down.



   "That's it baby, hump that little butt and let Uncle Palladin fuck your
ass off," I panted.  I was feeling big flashes of guilt for brutalizing
this tender cunt with my big cock but it felt too good to stop.  She made a
strong bump against my cock driving over three quarters of the monster in
her tight cunt and I glanced down and back and saw Jello-oughto was pushing
a finger up the little minx's asshole.  No wonder she had increased her
bumping action.  The mother just looked at me and grinned.



   I also saw she had the older child Claudia, her hands well greased with
the white goo, shoving both small fists in her mother's greasy cunt, fist
fucking her to high heaven.  Jello-oughto was grunting, lifting her pelvis
to the thrusts of the small hands.



   I felt a small degree of sadness for the plain looking mother who was
offering me the kids while she was content with being fist fucked.  I
pulled my cock out of Juanita with some effort hearing the child wail in
anguish at losing the big pleasure maker.  Pulling Jello-oughto up around
the waist I put her on all fours.  Stepping behind her I spread her ass
cheeks and nudged Mr.  Peckerhead against the sopping wet folds of her
cunt. I slid in with ease, the fit tight but not as tight as her kids.  She
still had a nice cunt on her, really built for a thick cock like mind.



   I started sawing my dong in and out causing a loud series of sucking
sounds and suddenly I saw the older Claudia slide under her mother's belly.
Soon Jello-oughto started a more shaking of her ass as her daughters sharp
little tongue started bathing her clit and my balls with warm licks and
sucks.  Not to be outdone, Juanita climbed over her mother's back and
spread her cheeks.  Leaning way over she drove her face between the spread
globes and speared the woman's anal hole with her small tongue.  It was
three prong attack and Jello-oughto was in heaven.



   After about five minutes of this Jello-oughto whispered something to her
younger daughter sucking her ass.



   "She wants you to stick it in her pooper," the child said.



   "Are you sure?  It's pretty big."



   "Don't worry, she wants it, go ahead.  But, wait, let me put some poopee
cream in there first."



   She took the lube and smeared some on her fingers.  With one swoop she
drove three fingers into her mom's ass and then shortly added a fourth. 
With a little more effort I was sure she could anally fist the woman.



   "That's good," I said, growing inpatient to test her asshole.  I had
become an asshole aficionado lately, loving to bugger tight bums.  I'd
worry about the sexual implications of that later when I fucked the shrink
in the ass and especially if the shrink turned out to be a man.



   I pushed against the greasy pucker and my cockhead ran past the rim and
about two inches into her ass.



   "Ahhh," she moaned and rattled off a long string of Tagalog to her
daughters.



   "She O.K.?" I asked.



   They laughed and Momma turned looking over her shoulder and nodded
emphatically, "O.Kay, big cock hurts good!"



   Well, that was enough of an endorsement for me to proceed full speed
ahead.  In short order I was buried to the balls in her tight lunch box,
digging into several large turds residing there and causing both my cock
and her asshole to become pretty messy.  The smell of shit and sex rose
into the air and wafted under the two children's noses.



   Uhhh, somebody potty," Juanita said holding her nose.



   "It's all right kids, just the results of good anal sex.  Can't have a
good ass fuck without some shit I always say.  Have either of you been butt
fucked?"



   Claudia pointed at her mom's ass and shook her head negatively.  Juanita
followed suit.  I told the two tykes, "I getting close to blowing my nuts.
Cumming, you understand?"



   "Oh yea, we see men's cums before.  Shoots out sticky, slimy stuff."



   "That's right, I want you two to lay down with your heads hanging off
the edge of the bed and I'm going to cum in your faces, understand?'



   They both nodded and took their position.  They had barely lain across
the edge of the bed when I felt my balls rumble and the seed starting
churning upwards for release.  I detached from the woman and stood on the
side of the bed, my cock vibrating as I stroked it, my hand turning brown
form the mixtures smeared along the big dicks sides.  Suddenly a shot of
ropey cum left my cock and laced itself across Juanita's left cheek in a
large splatter that ended in her hairline.  I shifted slightly and the next
big blast hit Claudia in her upper lip and bounced up across her nose to
pool in her right eye.  I alternated the next six or seven blasts until the
two young girls faces were covered in cum.  I moved closer and pushed the
shitty cockhead against their lips.  They both grimaced at the smell and
taste but stuck out their tongues and began to lick.  Jello-oughto joined
them and in a flash my cock was shiny clean, as good as new.



   "Looks like you two could use another bath," and glancing at
Jello-oughto's shit covered bum and the brown runoff down both legs, "and
Momma too."



   They all squealed and headed for the bathroom.  I went to the kitchen
and popped another beer, went back to the bedroom and cranked the air
conditioner up a few notches to take care of my sweat-drenched body.  I
hoped this bunch was fucked out; otherwise I was in for a long Friday
night.



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   Saturday morning at noon the phone woke me in my townhouse.  I had
arrived shortly after eight in the morning and fell into an exhausted
sleep. After the three had bathed, Claudia would not hear of me leaving
until she had tried my big cock.  I blew another big load in the older girl
and then all three spent over an hour sucking my cock and rimming my ass to
get em hard again.  Claudia wanted to try me up her as but after an hour of
probing and groaning and lubing I had only managed to bridge her spincter
and about two inches of anal tract before I withdrew because of the extreme
pain the child was having.  To compensate, Claudia sucked me off, a feat
that took almost an hour and a half before I dribbled a small, watery load
into her mouth.  I pushed her head off my cock and looked down at the red
and raw swollen tip.  God, they finally did it.  Wore the head of my poor
cock plum off, I thought.  Getting up I finally managed to get a taxi about
six thirty.  Jello-oughto offered me breakfast but my stomach revolted.



   But now after a few hours sleep my head still felt like the inside of a
kettle drum being pummeled but I managed to locate the phone and pick it
up.



   "Palladin," I mumbled.



   "Is that you 'ole bud," a voice somewhat familiar but not readily
identifiable was on the line.



   "Who's this?"



   "Don't you recognize your old buddies?  Palladin, that's a new one. 
What happened to the old moniker?"



   "Died with my divorce.  Just Palladin, that's all.  Who is this?" My
voice showed some of my aggravation.



   "Red, Red Stovall, remember?"



   My groggy mind faintly produced an image of a fat red headed guy who had
a beach pad about a half-mile from mine.  He was tied up with the movie
business and always had aspiring starlets hanging around his house and
dropping by mine without invite.  I didn't complain.  Some of the cooze he
came over with was grade A prime.



   "Yea, Red, I remember.  What brings you over to the P.I.?'



   "Location spotting for Universal.  Doing a big action flick.  James Bond
sort of thing with that new action hero." He named a current screen
heartthrob, all teeth and pretty boy looks with a couple of big socks
stuffed in his pants.  I heard he had to pull it out with tow fingers if he
could find it.  But the gals were ga ga for him, naming him America's
number three sexiest man.  Pleeze, give me a break.



   Red interrupted my thought, " Yea, also looking for some prime local
cooze for background to Mr.  Handsome.  The local talent agency is lining
me up with interviews all day tomorrow at my hotel, The Majestic.  Want to
drop by and do some screen testing.  I need a real cock around to see how
these babes turn on."



   "Gee Red, you caught me at a bad time.  I'm about to leave town."



   "Tonight?'



   "No, Tuesday."



   "Well that's three days away.  Come on, your old beach bud Red is lonely
over here.  All I got is my private sec, Bunny but that's like bringing a
sandwich to a barbecue."



   "Smorgasbord."



   "Pardon?"



   "Smorgasbord, not a barbecue."



   "What the fuck, ever.  Sandwich, manwhich.  I'm talking prime pussy pal.
Young stuff.  We ain't cutting off the auditions if they hit the fifteen or
sixteen level; I made that clear with the talent turkey.  I said there was
some young teen scenes in the movie and I needed to see some young ones but
not a lot of stage mothers.  He promised me that was no problemo in the
P.I."



   "You can say that again.  All right, Red.  If I have no other
engagements I'll drop by."



   "Promise."



   "You got it good buddy."



   I flopped back on the bed and passed out for another three hours.  I
finally woke up starved and went out and ate dinner.  My evening was spent
watching a satellite feed of a pro baseball game from Los Angeles.  The
wonders of modern technology.  Besides, I hated the Dodgers being a giant's
fan.



   The next morning I was up at eightish, ate a good breakfast and was
reading the Manila Times English edition when Red called.



   "Bud, you got to help me.  I'm up to my asshole in young cunt and I
can't keep 'em all happy.  I mentioned I knew Palladin and they are
crawling all over me begging me to call up the famous Zamboanga terrorist
killer."



   Oh fuck I thought, here we go again.



   "Thanks Red, you're a real pal.  Did you promise them anything else I
won't find out about until I get there?"



   "No...not that I can think of.  Oh, I did tell a couple of cute fifteen
year olds you had a foot long cock and they got very excited."



   Oh hells bells, I'm in the shit again, I guess.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   I shaved and showered and threw on some casual clothes.  I got to the
Majestic around nine-thirty and went up to Reed's penthouse suite.  In the
small room outside the four-room suite a good dozen or so young ladies were
standing and talking.  As I stepped out of the elevator I spied six or
seven on a balcony landing smoking in the no smoking hotel.  Quite a crowd
he had gathered.



   I went into the main living area and found Bunny sprucing up makeup on a
tall beauty that could not have been much over sixteen or so.



   "He auditioning in the bedroom, of course.  Only the young stuff first.
I guess when he has got his rocks off enough times he will began the real
interviews." She lowered her voice, "There isn't a single role for anyone
under twenty one in the flick, or I guess you knew that."



   "I kinda figured it," I said moving to the bedroom.  I knocked but
didn't wait for an invite and cracked the door and slid inside.  Sure
enough, there was Red sprawled on a huge king sized bed, buck naked, his
big paunch rolling on his belly, his thick cock standing out of a forest of
bright red crotch hairs with tow nubile young ladies taking turns at
sucking his swartz.



   "Yea, can't beat this shit with a stick.  Palladin, I don't remember
their names but the one currently trying her best to swallow my rod is
fifteen and the one with the big hooters is sixteen.  Ain't they grand?"



   I had to admit they were some choice, young teens.  Real beauty queen
types.  The one sucking Red was making wet smacking sounds as she vacuumed
the big-flanged head of his cock.  The sides of his root were wet from the
run off from the girl's mouths and both their lips and chins were wet from
drool.



   "Watch this," Red said, getting off the bed and making the young girl
sucking him sit on the edge of the bed between his knees.  Holding the
young girl by the sides of her head he started pumping his big cock in and
out of her mouth and she started gagging.  The cock came out of her mouth
along with massive streamers of throat drool, which dripped off onto her
small tits.  Soon her entire chest was covered in drooling juice.



   "Hey try tit fucking Miss Hooters there.  She does a great cock suck in
between strokes and she can rim your ass until your ears pop."



   I looked at the young longhaired teen smiling at me in a shy but
sexually stimulating way.  She had already undergone breast enhancements
bringing her less than A cups up to a bulging D cups.  The large brown
nipple stood up on top of the tits and almost pointed straight up.  Even
she hadn't been so young she would be comical.



   I removed my clothes and she lay on her back.  Taking a bottle of baby
oil off the nightstand she liberally oiled her massive jugs.



   "You like titfuck?" she said in passable English.



   "I like," I said climbing over her stomach and pushing my already hard
cock between the greasy globes.  As the cock head moved swiftly she
squeezed her tits together to maximize friction and started moaning loudly.
I didn't know if she was putting on a sham or not but didn't care at the
moment, her big tits felt too good on my cock.



   After a few strokes she grabbed my butt cheeks in both her hands and
tried to lift my bulk off her chest.  I allowed her to move she and me
pulled me forward until my ass crack was over her mouth.  I felt her tongue
began to swab my butt crease and then probed up until it was butting
against the star shaped webbing of my anus.



   I let out a low groan showing appreciation for the rimming and then she
achieved penetration, driving a good two inches of tongue up my ass.  My
cock did a twanking type of vibration and my nuts almost popped out of my
mouth.



   "Whoa, what a tongue.  I think she's tickling my navel from the inside
out, Red."



   "Ain't that the shits.  Don't 'ya just wonder where a kid that young
picked that up.  Maybe dad comes in from work and tells his kid, 'I'm home
baby, come put your tongue a foot up Dad's as before we eat supper.'
Something like that?"



   I un-hilted the young tongue from my ass before I popped.  I really
liked the looks of the kid sucking Red.



   "Hey Red, want to switch?"



   "Sure old buddy, anything you say.  It's your treat."



   The younger brunette with no tits lifted her mouth off of Red's wang. 
She took a towel and wiped her face and chest, cleaning some of the mouth
drool off.



   "You want a blow job?' she asked smiling.



   "No I want to fuck you up the ass, baby."



   "Oh no.  I've never done that before.  You've got a huge cock, you'd
kill me."



   "Don't worry, I'll take it easy," I lied.



   Chapter Three



   I moved her over me so her quim was right over my face and she was
hovering over my Johnson.  Grabbing that fine pair of ass cheeks in both
hands I drew her dripping pussy to my face.  For her part she did a good
job of driving her mouth down on my root, taking five or six inches on each
head bob and making grunting sounds as she sucked.  Her pussy tasted sweet
and clean.  The long black hairs around her clamshell were soft and silky,
not stiff and wiry at all.  As I sucked, they became slimy with her pussy
run off and my saliva.  I reached up and speared her brown-eye, driving my
tongue a fraction of an inch in and she moaned deeply.



   I saw her spinchter open a millimeter and knew she was straining her
bowels to emit my tongue further.  I complied, managing to drive a good
inch or two in the tight channel.  I wet my finger with the pussy runoff
and, pulling my tongue out, drove the finger in and swirled it around.  She
started moaning a lot louder so I added a second finger and finally a
third. That put her ass in vibrate mode and she lifted her mouth off my
saliva-coated cock and let out a long wail with her head raised and back.



   "That worked," Red called, "looks like a coyote that's found dinner.  Or
maybe that should be a coyote that is having his dinned found?"



   Sure enough, I managed to locate a couple of soft turds nestling in her
lower bowels.  Well ass fucking never was an exact science when it came to
getting dirty.  You took what was offered and unless you pushed a gallon or
two of enema water up there, it was usually a messy operation.



   "My fingers are deep into your shit, baby.  Have you ever tasted shit
before?"



   She shook her head emphatically no.



   "Not even your own shit.  Just a little bite, a snack?"



   Again the negative head shake.



   "Well, welcome to the big leagues, little Miss, have your first shit
snack."



   I pulled my three fingers out and brought them down to her mouth.  She
turned her head to avoid both the smell and the sight of my brown stained
fingers.



   "Suck 'em, bitch or I take my belt to your ass," I barked at her.



   She hesitated a fraction of a second and then my fingers were all over
her lips smearing the shit and she opened her mouth briefly and I slipped
all of them into her mouth.  She gagged and spit a wad of brown fluid out
onto my fingers but before she could react any further, I reached with my
free hand and grabbed the nipple of her left breast.  Giving it a savage
wrench while pulling the flesh away from her body I snarled, " Spit it out
again and I'll twist your titty off, understand?"



   She gasped weakly, "Yes" and started sucking the brown sludge off my
fingers.  When they were perfectly clean I shoved her body off me and
flipped her on her belly.  Lifting her by the waist I pulled her to a
kneeling position.  I shove a pillow under her face so she would have
something to bite on when the pain got bad.



   "No screaming or loud crying, cunt.  That's what the pillow is for.  I
want you to become a little teenage slut pillow biter that begs for big
cock up the ass.  Every time you see a black guy walk down the street in
Manila I want your eyes on his crotch trying to measure his cock and your
mouth watering thinking about it driving up your ass.  Understand, whore?'



   She gasped out a muffled "Yes, sir," as she buried her face in the
pillow.



   I glanced over at Red.  He had Hooters on her back and was fucking her
with a steady rhythm, driving his big, red cock deep in her teen pussy. 
The girl grunted each time he made a complete in stroke; her heels were
high on his back as she rocked her hips to the fucking he was giving her.
She certainly had done this before a few times.



   I pulled the teens tight ass globes apart and inspected the pucker area.
It still looked well lubed and was slightly opened from my finger reaming.
I shoved my cock head against the rubbery folds and pushed.  Mr. 
Peckerhead bent at about a forty-five degree angle.  I groaned in pain as
the rebuttal of entry made further effort a torture.  I gritted my teeth
and pushed harder.  The kid let out a shrill muffled yell into her pillow
bringing a smile from my lips, seeing I was not the only one having a
difficult time.



   Finally there was an audible "plop" and my cock head slid past the rim
of her anus and buried in her lower colon a good six inches.  Muffled sobs
came from the pillow and I looked down and saw her mouth opened as wide as
possible as she tried to chomp a hole in the fabric.  I guess I should have
shown a little mercy for her situation but I was no longer doing the
thinking.  Mr.  Peckerhead had taken over controls of the ship and his
orders were full speed ahead and damn the crying bitches.  I couldn't argue
with the captain.



   I plowed her back forty for all it was worth, glanced over at Red and
saw he had Miss Hooters on all fours going into her backdoor also.  He had
one of her tits crushed in his big hand while the other hand flailed away
at her backside.  Already angry palm prints were visible on her dark skin.
He had her face buried in a pillow and she looked like she was eating
fabric for lunch.  Just then he flipped her over and sat her in his lap. 
Putting both her small feet on his hairy legs he began to bounce her up and
down on his thick shaft.  She began a rapid chanting pant of "Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck my hot ass," as her head lolled on her shoulders.



   After ten or fifteen minutes of hot fucking Red glanced at me.



   "Ready to blow a load old buddy?"



   I nodded yes and pulled my cock out of the tight ass of the Filipina
girl.  I had managed to shove almost eight inches in, only leaving a small
inch not fully impacted in tight ass.  We lay the two teens side by side
with their heads close together and took up positions on each side of them,
cocks in hands.  I pushed my cock into one mouth and then the other then
withdrew as Red did the same.  Both our cocks were colored brown with
excrement and soon the girls looked like they had been eating melted
chocolate.  They gagged some but kept sucking until Red bellowed and popped
a huge load on both upturned faces.  I followed almost immediately, the
sight of the cum smeared teens setting me off.



   When our balls had been drained of all the jizz in them Red hopped off
the bed.



   "Up and at 'em girls, into the shower."



   The two scrambled off the bed, hurrying to get al the pasty cum off
their faces and the shit that was covering their lower area and down both
legs.  When they got to the bathroom Red stopped the first girl who was
bout to turn the water on.  I grinned, knowing what came next.



   "Oh no, no, not that way.  Old buddy Red likes his girls to get a
special kind of shower.  Have you heard of golden showers?"



   One girl nodded no but the big titted one turned her face away and
whispered, "Yes."



   "Oh," Red said, "you know about them.  Ever had one?"



   "Once," came the mild reply, "a man I worked for gave me one at lunch
time in a pillow house." Pillow house was the term for a Manila short time
hotel where the downtown business men took their working staff for a short
fuck, suck or pissing, apparently.  They'd pick that term up from their
Japanese occupied army that had put a lot of schoolgirls in pillow houses
to service the troops.  I'd heard they went so low as to choose girls as
young as nine or ten and the Filipino's had never forgiven them.



   "Good, then you know what to expect.  On your knees ladies, mouths wide
open, eyes closed.  All right matey, let it flow."



   Red matched his words with a strong flow of bright, yellow piss.  The
steaming liquid flew out in a strong arch and coated both girls' faces and
filled their mouths.  A few seconds later I joined his flow with an equally
strong spurt of my fluids.



   "Nothing beats a good piss, right Palladin.  Especially in the mouth of
some young slut you've just ass fucked.  What a great life this is, ole
buddy."



   I nodded in agreement as my bladder began to empty and my flow dwindled.
The two girls were choking and sputtering on the strong fluid and I knew
they would be burping piss breath for a few days.  Red ushered them back to
the bedroom and tossed them their clothes.  They stood there, hair
plastered to their scalps with piss, sperm half dried and half washed off
faces, utter disbelief on their faces that they were being ruthlessly
kicked out like this.



   "Aw come on ladies, look at it this way.  You've learned a valuable
lesson; never trust someone who says he's a talent scout.  And, don't
think, in your pissed off, or should I say pissed on, state you're gonna
sick your daddy or big brother on me.  This room is completely wired for
sound and video.  All your action is been put away on tape.  Any peep out
of you and I flood the Internet with these films and also your schools and
all your relatives.  You know, the five or six you listed on the
application to audition."



   Red chuckled as they left the room and Bunny ushered them out, clucking
to herself at their sorry state.  She told them they could at least dress
in the living room before leaving.



   "Red you are a sorry son-of-a-bitch for what you did to those two young
girls.  But, fuck you also for not inviting me in for the golden showers.
I'd have loved to have pissed on those pure little angel faces." She went
back into the living room saying she had to check E-mail on the laptop.



   Red muttered, "Got to love that Bunny.  Best thing I ever did in my life
was hire that broad and then marry her."



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   Bunny knocked and stuck her head in.  "Lunch is here and you've got and
hour before the little Lollipoppers show up."



   "Yea, there's a pretty big role for a seven or eight year old to play
the Prime Minister's niece.  She gets kidnapped and our hero has to save
her.  She does some pretty good stuns in the rescue too.  Para-glides off
the Sydney Harbor Bridge, that sort of thing."



   "Oh, so you're not looking to fuck any moppets that age, are you?"



   Red gave me that shit eating grin that said, "Would I."



   I shook my head and slipped on a hotel bathrobe.  Red had on a kimona
with a red dragon breathing fire around his body and onto his ass.  Bunny
had ordered a massive amount of giant steamed prawns and sweet and sour
pork.  We tied into the lunch, starved after our recent activity.  Bunny
lifted the lid of a serving platter and two dozen oysters were laid in ice.
We started gulping them after lacing them with an ungodly amount of Tabasco
sauce.  Red knew how to find and fuck the young ones and he knew just what
it took to refuel.



   We finished and went into the showers.  We had been so ravenous for food
we had been willing to sit there in our funky conditions and eat.  But now
it was definitely clean up time.



   Red mused as he shaved.  "I guess I ought to feel a little guilty the
way I treat these little cunts.  I remember I was doing a documentary about
Deep South revival preachers, the old Hell and brimstone shouters.  Holy
rolling and speaking in tongues, all that shit.  Well Daddy Preacher man
had a daughter not quite fourteen.  She came to my trailer and said she
wanted to go to Hollywood and become a movie star.  The preacher wasn't
around so I spent the next three hours exorcising this little cunt in the
best Hollywood tradition.  After I took her cherry front and rear and blew
three loads in her face, she was down between my legs and nuzzling and
licking a batch of slimy cum collected there, trying to get me hard one
more time to fuck her ass again."



   He paused in his shaving stoke and chuckled, "Know what she said to me.
I asked her what she was looking for down there when I saw her studying my
cock real close and she said, 'Movie man, I'm down here looking in this red
crotch hairs of yours to see if I can see a 666 because I firmly believe
I've been fucking the devil for all you done to me.' "



   "I guess that's me, a real devil of a fucker with no morals whatsoever.
What about you Palladin man, any regrets?"



   I didn't answer but that exact question had been bothering me the last
few days.  Once I had considered myself fairly morale.  Then I had fucked
both my kids.  Now I realized I was developing a hard streak after the
kidnapping.  Too much torture, too much death, too many things done to
young children like little Gert, an innocent.  [Author's note; See Where
the Monkeys Have No Tails].



   The fucking I had given the young mother's kids and the treatment of
these two teens was turning me into a harder, crueler Palladin and I was
not sure I fully understood or liked the change.  Except it was one hell of
a sexual turn on and got my motor running.  Maybe finding that shrink was
becoming a better and better idea.



   Stepping into the shower behind me and slapping me across the ass, Red
asked, "Tell me Palladin, ever been tempted to swing both ways?"



   I gave him a glare that I hope imparted my best "drop fucking dead" look
and said, No, and I wouldn't choose to start with an ugly, big dick clod
like you either."



   Just then Bunny poked her head around the shower door.  "I hate to break
up your tender male bonding experiences in the shower together, ahem... 
but you just gotta see what just came in the door."



   "I'll be right out.  Hey good buddy, go take a peek and see what the
broads got her snatch in a lather about, will 'ya?



   "Sure Red," I said, drying quickly and slipping back into the robe.  I
stepped back into the living room and saw a woman with flaming red hair
sitting in one of the chairs and a girl of some questionable age sitting on
the settee.  She had the same red hair color as her mother, if that was
what she was but she was dressed up to look just like Shirley Temple. 
Short skirted pinafore with a dozen petticoats that puffed the skirt almost
straight out.  It came to mid thigh and was pink as were the stockings she
also wore to mid thigh and the pink shoes she had on.  I'd bet a year's
salary what her color panties were.



   The only problem with the entire picture was the kid who was dressed to
look eight or nine was about eleven or twelve.  Heavily painted lips and
cheeks, dark mascara around the eyes, the kid could be trying out for a New
Orleans hooker's daughter on her fist date at the crib.  I glanced at Bunny
and she just gave me a small smile and shrug.



   "Pardon me, can I help you Maam?" I asked politely.



   "Well you must certainly can," she answered in a clipped British accent.
"I am Mrs.  Foreman and this is my daughter, Baby Snuggums.  We're here for
the part advertised in the paper.  Are you the person responsible for that
decision?"



   I looked her over a little closer.  Mid forties, nice build, big tits
and nice ass.  Took good care of herself.  Too much makeup just like her
daughter.  Business suit, tight blue skirt cut to just above the knee and
fitted tightly across her ass.  Matching blue suit jacket and expensive
white silk blouse underneath.



   "No Maam, actually I'm not.  But the person who is..." and just as I
said that Red came out tying his dragon kimona.  His eyes did a quick scan
of the stage door mother and the over-aged tyke and he didn't have to be
clued in as to what was happening.  "This is Mr.  Red [lastname] and Red,
this is Mrs.  Foremen and her daughter Baby Snuggums."



   Mrs.  Foreman just said, "Oh please call me Eleanor, Mr....."



   "Just Red's fine.  But, come on lady, Baby Snuggums?  Who do you think
you're shitting, certainly not an old shitter like me?  What's the kid's
real name?"



   "Uh, Beverly but she likes to go by that stage name."



   "Oh, O.K., Eleanor, to make us both happy I'll just call her Baby.  But,
lady, you've got a real problem here.  My script I'm casting for calls for
around an eight or nine year old kid, didn't you know that?"



   "Well, that's why we came.  Baby is only nine years old, can't you
tell," the mother answered nervously.



   "Look lady, I ain't got the time or energy to play age guessing games.
If that kid is under eleven I'll eat your ass in the business center of
Manila and give you an hour to draw a crowd, got it?"



   "Well, Mr.  Red you don't have to be indecent about it.  My daughter has
appeared in many theatrical presentation at home and around the world and
I've yet to be insulted like this.  She is a very talented child."



   "Does she suck cock," Red said, lighting a big cigar and blowing smoke
towards the indignant mother.



   "I beg your pardon!"



   "Does she give head, whistle on the old rooster, go down on the bone. 
What part of blow job are you having trouble with?" He blew a smoke ring in
the mother's direction.



   I thought the woman was going to have a conniption fit.  She was
sputtering and trying to talk but nothing was coming out.  "Let's go
child!" she finally blurted out.



   Suddenly Baby spoke up.



   "Oh quiet down Mother, and sit your ass down.  I think Mr.  Red has a
proposition for us and I'd like to hear it."



   "Just Red, kid.  And I hope you suck as well as you think.  Kids got a
noodle up there.  Ha, noodle.  Reminds me of my school years.  That's all I
heard, 'Here comes Red, red on the noodle like a dick on a poodle.' Ever
heard that one?"



   "Oh yes," Baby giggled.  "But this really is my natural hair color, It
just not that bright red normally.  Mom gets a good dye job for me every
time we get on the audition bandwagon."



   "Cute tyke, don't you think Palladin.  Maybe we could perk up our
afternoon a little.  Are you still cherry, Baby?"



   The young pre-teen cast a nervous glance at her mother.  "Cherry.  You
mean am I a virgin?  Uh, no actually I'm not."



   Her mother stood up, glaring at her daughter.  "What are you talking
about?  Do you even know what virginity means, child?'



   "Sit down Mother.  Yes I know and so did your last boyfriend in Hong
Kong.  Remember Reginald, Mother?  Upper crust, salt of the earth,
Reginald. From the finest British family, right?  When he wasn't playing
polo and screwing your ass he was creeping to my room after you passed out
from too many gin and tonics.  And, he wasn't there to teach me polo,
either Mother.  Reginald had a nice cock and knew how to use it.  Of
course, you already knew that didn't you Mother."



   "My God, how often did this go on."



   Baby thought a minute.  "Oh, not often enough I'm afraid.  We had just
gotten going when you found out he was forging your checks so he could
gamble in Macao.  I think we had about a half dozen sessions but I think he
might have fucked me a lot more in any one session than he did you."



   "How many times," he mother said, drawing herself up and looking
indignant.



   "Well the first time only once because I was too sore.  As I said,
Reginald had a big cock.  But the second time he fucked me twice and then I
sucked him for about an hour and he fucked me a third time.  After that I
sucked him for two hours until five in the morning but he couldn't keep it
hard enough to fuck.  He finally let a small amount dibble in my mouth
before pushing my head off and saying his dick was too raw for anymore.  He
ended up eating me out until I came."



   "Oh my, do you hear how my precious Snuggums is talking.  She sounds
like some hooker form Piccadilly Circus."



   "Come off the high horse, Mom.  I've heard you with your boyfriends
before when you though I had gone to sleep.  You've said a lot worse.  Eat
my pussy, let me suck that cock and on and on"



   Red spoke up, "I hate to break up this family quality time but I'll get
back to my main question." He flipped his dragon robe off his lap where he
was sitting on the couch and exposed a semi-erect cock, lazily hanging
about two inches above his thigh.  The thick shaft hung in an arc, curving
down until the tip was almost touching his hairy thigh.  The head was
oozing a long stream of pre-cum, which hung down connected to his thigh. 
Baby's eyes were riveted to that big piece of meat and the drool hanging
down.  She began to lick her lips and I glanced at mom and so did she. 
Aha!



   "How well do you suck cock?"



   Eleanor rose from her seat.  "I'll have you arrested and thrown under
the jail for proposing my little daughter does something as nasty as taking
your phallus in her mouth.  I've never heard of such a thing.  She's
under-aged and does not engage in that kind of behavior with a strange man.
What kind of people do you think we are?"



   "Sit down Mother," Baby Snuggums said.  "Actually, I think I suck a
pretty mean cock, at least that's what Reginald said after he gave me
lessons.  He kept saying I could have put somebody named Linda Lovely or
something like that to shame.  Do you want me to show you?'



   "Be my guest, but let's go into the bedroom.  Coming, mother?"



   The Linda Lovelace comment had brought Mr.  Peckerhead into full
attention.  I don't know how Red did it.  I had seen him get more pussy
when I thought there was no possibly way he was going to score.  When I
first saw this mother and daughter act the furthest thing from my mind was
getting any action out of the two.  I still wasn't sure how Mom would fit
in but I was curious to see.



   We went into the bedroom and Red lay down across the big, king-sized
bed. I took one chair and Eleanor took another.  Baby started to unzip the
pinafore but Red held up a finger.



   "No, Baby, leave everything on.  It turns me on, the little tyke look.
Let's just do a scene where you pretend you're a six year old, all right?"



   "Sure, I can play six.  I have a lollipop in my bag, do you want me to
get it?'



   "Yea, have Mom go get it.  We're gonna be too busy." He reached out and
pulled the child up onto the bed with him.  She had long, slender legs and
as he pulled her to a lying position on top of him, his two hands went
under the short skirt and grabbed bother cheeks of her pre-teen ass.  Baby
had a fine ass.  It was bulging in all the right places, a deep crevice
announced where her ass cheeks were and spread into two full moons of ass.
Red's hands fondled her twin cheeks and then he slipped a finger under the
waistband of her pink panties.  I never miss a bet on panty colors.



   I heard Baby moan as he probed her slit with a thick finger then he slid
the panties off her rump.  His finger went back to probing her slightly
furred pussy, adding a second finger and Baby's moans turned up in volume.
I glanced at mom and she was sitting up on the edge of her chair.  She was
biting her lower lip and shifting about in her seat.  I assumed her pussy
was about to itch off and she desperately wanted to do something to relieve
it.



   I flipped my robe open, exposing my rock hard nine incher.  I looked
directly at Eleanor and she tried not to look at me.  Slowly I saw her head
turning and the first thing she looked at was the hard cock rising out of
my lap.  She licked her lips nervously and glanced at my face.



   "Want some?"



   She shook her head no but then suddenly stood, took off the suit jacket
and then reached behind her for her dress zipper.  She stepped out of her
suit dress, still dressed in her white blouse and wearing pantyhose,
panties and high heels.  I motioned her to come over and she barely
hesitated before walking across the room.  She cast another nervous glance
at her daughter and I got up and shifted my chair sideways so we could both
see the king sized bed.  Red was still nuzzling the kid while exploring all
her hidden spots.  He had inserted his index finger in her anus and was
moving it in and out while he thumb was buried in her pussy.  The old
bowling ball maneuver.



   Eleanor came up to stand in front of me.  I reached out and pushed her
down until she was kneeling in front of me.



   "I think you're no stranger to this position are you Mom?  Now, show me
your daughter came from good stock in the cock sucking department."



   Eleanor reached out with one hand and grabbed my cock.  She swung it in
a large arc, the tip revolving in a three hundred and sixty degree spin. 
She had her upper teeth clamped down on her lower lip again in
concentration.  Suddenly she let out a large moan and stood up.



   "Wait," she said almost breathlessly.  She grabbed the panty hose and
yanked them down her legs, leaning one hand on my shoulder as she balanced
slipping them off.  The Victoria's Secret black silk panties came next,
slipping off to lie on the carpet.  She dropped back top her knees reaching
her left hand for my cock.  Her right hand plunged down into her crotch and
I heard her fingers sloshing through her wet cunt as first spit on my cock
several times and then ran her small hand up and down my shaft.  It was my
turn to let out a loud moan.



   Both Mom and I glanced over at Red and Baby.  Red had unzipped the
pinafore and pulled it over Baby's red ringlets.  Baby's facial freckles
continued down across her shoulders and onto her chest disappearing into
her bra.  Her skin was milky white, almost albino looking.  I knew she had
to stay away from any sun or suffer terrible blistering.  But the milky
white alabaster of her breasts as Red unhooked her bra deftly with one hand
made the rest of her body seem dark in comparison.  Bright red strawberry
nipples adorned the small pair if tits.  Not very developed, they were
about to burst into full womanhood and considering her mother's abundance,
Baby was going to have a fine set of tits.  Give her three years and this
kid was going to be the hottest round-eyed sexpot in Asia.



   Eleanor reluctantly turned her attention away form her Baby and onto my
cock.  She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the mushroom shaped head.
My cock was so hard the head was almost purple in color, ripe and ready to
burst.  Her warm tongue ran through the piss slit and siphoned off a sliver
of precum that had pooled there.  Soon her brightly lips ticked lips were
shining with several long streamers of cum from my cock tip to her mouth.
She giggled and pushed her tongue out and began a loud sipping, drawing the
strands into her mouth.



   "Ummm, good Mr.  Palladin."



   "Just call me Palladin please Eleanor.  Now, lets see how well you get
my cock into your mouth and down that nice throat of yours."



   I pulled her down by the back of her head and she allowed the big cock
to enter her mouth.  She knew what to do with her tongue once she got a hot
cock in the mouth; I gave her credit for that.  I allowed her to lick some
more then I pushed down on the back of her head again.  Slowly my cock slid
into her mouth.  Three inches, five inches, six inches.  She hesitated,
gagging slightly and I knew I was at her throat entrance.



   I glanced at Red and saw Eleanor looking with my cock buried in her
mouth.  Red had undressed baby completely down to her pink stockings and a
garter belt.  Panties were gone again exposing her lightly furred cunt,
fringed by a spattering of red pubic hairs.  The kid didn't lie; she was a
real red head.  My mind suddenly thought of Susan, the red haired flight
attendant I had a brief fling with when I first arrived in Manila.  Man, I
missed Susan's red pussy.



   Red pulled her back to a lying position between his legs.  He grasped
his cock at the base and pulled her head to his crotch with his other hand.



   "Just what the doctor ordered," he said, glancing at me, "open wide and
say ahhh, Doctor red is about o place a deep visit."


Next: Chapter Four: Baby gets a double treat and Mom learns how.





   Chapter Four



   Baby slipped between Red's muscular thighs and eyed the bright red cock
waving in front of her eyes.  Over eight inches long, it was shaped like a
torpedo, the uncircumcised head curving back onto a long flange of man
meat, ever widening until the base was a good three inches across.  Red
fucked his women and girls by degrees.  If they had a particularly tight
cunt, narrow in girth, he would use only the first two-thirds but if they
could take it, he would plow all the way to the base.  I loved to watch a
young girls eyes the first time she felt Red hit bottom and bury all his
cock in her cunt.  It was an eye-popping experience.



   Red took his hand off the base and Baby's eyes got even wider.



   "Mom, Mom, look at how thick his cock is at the bottom," she squealed.



   Mom twisted her head with my cock buried at the entrance to her throat
and eyed the mouth watering tool her daughter was about to consume.  I
reached and shoved her head down another notch and she gagged and tried to
come up for air, the mushroom shaped cock head blocking her air passages.



   She came up for air, sputtering and gagging, drool covering my cock and
running down onto my balls.  The white silk blouse now had wet splotches
from the cock drool that had run off her chin onto her chest.



   "Shit," she mumbled, seeing the mess on her blouse, "two hundred dollar
fucking blouse about to be ruined."



   She began to unbutton it and peeled it off.  The bra followed and I
looked at a nice set of jugs, full and round, not too much droop and a nice
set of brown aureoles at each tip.  They were puckered nicely with
excitement.  While she was busy I dropped a hand down to her crotch and
felt her pussy.  My fingers came back up drenched.  She dropped back to a
kneeling position and I shoved my fingers into her face covering with her
pussy juice.



   "What," she said, drawing away from the oily digits in front of her
nose, "is that my juice?'



   "None other, clean them off," I ordered.



   She did as I said and then we glanced at Red and Baby.  The preteen was
in the middle of trying to digest Red's thick prick into her throat.  She
had managed to drive a good six inches down her throat but the thick base
was giving her problems.



   "Let's get up close and personal to this action," I told her Mom,
standing up and lifting the woman by her arms.  We moved to the bed and
Eleanor lay a few inches from where her daughter's mouth was widely
stretched around the thick shaft.



   Red gasped, "Gotta hand it to the kid, she sure can suck cock.  I ain't
had many women could stuff that much of the Red Rooster down their gullet.
Of course, there was that hooker at Mardi Gras.  Man, that broad could
swallow a yard of cock."



   He gasped as Baby got another inch into her gullet.  Her eyes were
watering and snot ran out of her nose.  Red's cock was awash in slimy
throat juice and the kid made funny little sounds, not quite gagging but
not intelligible either.



   "Oh my Baby, all that big cock in that small little mouth.  Are you
O.K.?" Mom asked, peering closer to the action.



   Baby tried to nod but with that much cock in her throat her head would
only travel millimeters and she ended up just giving a, "Iathe awlwlrght,"
reply which Red quickly translated as "She says she's all right, leave her
the fuck alone, she's busy right now.



   I said, "I think red and I have both had a little practice understanding
a cock talking throat."



   Mom nodded, concern still in her eyes as she watched Baby gain another
quarter of an inch.  The pre-teen began a sawing motion with her head,
raising her head until only about five inches was in her mouth and then
driving her face down until her gullet stopped the forward progress.  Each
time the cock hit bottom in her throat there was a spluttering, splat sound
and a gurgle from the tightly filled throat.



   I kept an eye on the action, highly turned on but my hands and fingers
had begun to wander and play with Baby's firm ass cheeks and her drooling
pussy a little below.  In her reclining position on her belly I reached
down and pushed two fingers into her tight slot.  Like mother, like
daughter, her cunt was awash in pussy juice.  Apparently cock sucking
excited her one hell of a lot.



   Baby cooed a deep husky sound as I plunged my digits deep into that
tight cooze.  I moved around and pushed her thighs apart and lifted her
slightly until she was partially kneeling on the bed, and her pussy was
fully exposed.  I moved my mouth into that wet valley, inhaling the musky
smell of fresh cunt; her pussy hairs were so fine I could barely make them
out.  A lush carpet of auburn curls, short and soft.  I ran my nose through
them and let them tickle my flesh and then ran my tongue across her clit
and down her slit.  Her butt jerked and she moaned loudly.



   "Hey good buddy, what ever you're doing back there, keep it up.  She's
really going to town on my pecker now trying to get it down her throat all
the way.  Kid's a freak if I ever saw one."



   I pushed my tongue into her sweet tasting pussy and she pushed her ass
back into my face.  I pulled out and spread her lips with my tongue. 
Suddenly I saw a face close to the girl's left ass cheek.  Momma wanted to
see what was happening.



   "Ever eat pussy?" I asked.



   "Heavens no, what do you take me for some kind of lezbo pervert," the
woman stammered.



   "Soup's on," I said, pulling my head out of her daughter's crack and
pushing her face forward.  The mother contacted the wet and fleshy folds of
her daughter's vagina and tried to back out.  I kept her face mashed into
the oozing cunt and refused to let her retreat.



   Baby started mumbling some unintelligible sounds which I assumed was a
complaint because of the lack of serious carpet munching she had just been
experiencing.  I said to her bobbing head, "Sorry Baby, change of eaters.
Mommy's turn to do the deep diving."



   The girl mumbled something else but at that moment Mom started to get
into the act, shoving her thick tongue into the sopping cunt and scooping
out a mouthful of cunt juice.



   "Hmmm" Baby murmured as Mother made contact.  Finally Baby made one last
effort and the cock popped all the way down her throat; her nose was buried
in the sloppy crimson hairs of Red's crotch.



   "Houston, we have made contact," Red bellowed.  "Standby to fire
rockets."



   Baby made four or five more gulping plunges and then Red grabbed her by
the ears and began to saw her mouth up and down his rampant pole.  Her
mouth was flying on the juice slicked cock as it ran in and out of her
mouth, her lips making slurping, smacking sounds and then Red pushed her
down until he was again buried to the root and let out a holler.



   "Oh man, here it come, Baby.  Stand by for a major load."



   The pre-teen made a snarfling sound as the blast of cum hit her throat
and coated her mouth with steamy, hot slime juice.  She managed to back off
a couple of inches and big blasts of juice came sluicing from around her
tightly compressed lips to add to the already sodden pool at Red's crotch.



   "Oops," I said, pulling the Mom out of Baby's crotch, "clean up on aisle
three." I pointed her head towards Red's crotch and the movie guy took
over, pulling Eleanor's head down into the mess left by Baby's mouth
runoff.



   Baby fell back across the bed, her mouth gulping at all the slime trying
to run down her throat and licking the huge amounts off her lips and mouth.
Mom was buried in red pubic hairs, her long tongue scooping up mouthfuls of
cock sauce, making little humming sounds as her mouth digested the various
flavors of cum, pussy juice and saliva.



   I sat there and watched the three of them, my cock still stone hard.  I
wanted to fuck Baby but didn't want to jump protocol - Red had first
choice.



   Red sensed my dilemma.  "Hey man, feel free.  Su casa, mi casa. 
Besides, I'm tuckered, at least for now.  Kids.  Drained my nut sack good.
Damn good.  Nothing like a cock sucking Lolita who deep throats to pull
your juices out."



   Red lay there as Eleanor continued to lick him clean.  His hands were
twined in the middle-aged woman's red hair, directing her lips to all the
right spots.  I pulled Baby by the arm to one side of the bed and lay her
on her back.  Pulling her knees up until her ass was sticking straight into
the air and my cock was positioned at the slick mouth to her almost bald
cunt.  I slammed down into her, driving three quarters of my thick cock
deep into her pussy folds, causing a back flow of cunt juice to squirt out
around the flanges of my tightly packed cock.



   "Ahhh Jesus Christ, that's a huge cock.  You make Reginald seem
pitiful," she gasped as I plunged in and out.  My hands scramble to her
butt, pulling her firm cheeks apart, I prodded her anus with my index
finger as I tried to keep her cheeks separated.  Soon I had my finger
buried to the palm of my hand.



   "Uh, uh, oh shit, that finger in my ass.  Hurts like hell but feels sooo
good.  Don't stop what you're doing, I like it."



   "Ever been ass fucked?" I grunted, pumping hard.



   "Jesus no, I'm almost still a virgin except for Reginald.  Oh, I gave
some high school buddies of my brother blowjobs.  But never had anything in
my ass.  Oh, wait.  Those high school boys.  They had a thing, what do you
call it?  Plastic and buzzes."



   "A dildo."



   "Yea, a dildo.  Well while I was sucking them they were putting that
into my pussy and I got really hot and this one black kid worth a real big
dick got excited and shoved it up my butt.  It hurt like hell but I came
twice while he was buzzing me back there.  Does that make me some kind of
pervert?"



   "That's pervert, but no, you're not a pervert.  A real sex freak
probably, but not a pervert."



   "What's a sex freak?" she panted.



   Baby, can we have this discussion when it's not my dime to get my nut,
please.  Shit, kids asks more questions than Regis Philbin.  Call a friend,
will ya."



   I reinforced my suggestion by driving another two inches into her super
tight cunt.  Baby started a serious series of deep moans and whimpers each
time I hit bottom in her cunt.



   I was getting close.  "Tell me about blowing those high school kids."
Geez I was as bad as her about blabbing and fucking.



   "Well, there were six of them, all about sixteen or seventeen.  This was
about three months ago.  They were over to my brothers for an overnight
party.  Anyway, I snuck into the room with them and my brother dared me to
show my tits.  One thing led to another and he dared me to kiss a boys
penis.  I said no and they said they would give me five dollars each if I
sucked their cocks.  Well, I did it but they wouldn't give me any money,
just called me a cock sucking slut."



   "Where did this take place?"



   "Back home in London.  My brother and younger sister are still there
with Dad.  Mom's been divorce, oh my, seems forever.  Probably six years or
so.  Dad's sweet but he's a softie.  Too liberal.  He lets my brother and
sister run wild.  My sis is only ten and she's already been sexually active
with her girlfriends.  They eat each other out and whank off all the time
she told me."



   I looked at Red and Eleanor and Mom were busy Hoovering the rooster and
doing a good job of raising the old pole again.  Her face was drenched in
the juice from Red's crotch and now more drizzle was being added form her
wet cock suck.  She didn't even attempt to deep throat Red and he seemed to
be content with the suck job she was giving him.  His eyes were on me
fucking Baby's cunt.



   "Pretty tight huh?" he grunted.  "I think I'm about to make another
stand here, believe it or not.  I'm pretty proud of the old Red Rooster
holding up this way.  Hey, good buddy, I got a suggestion.  Why don't we
treat our Baby to a sandwich?"



   "No problem," I said slowly pulling my cock from Baby's tight sleeve. 
She moaned in frustration to be losing the thick fucker.  "Don't worry,
sweetheart, new treat in store.  Remember that ass buzzing you got?"



   "Huh?" she said, confused.  "You're not thinking of putting that in my
butt, are you.  Is that what a sandwich is?"



   "Not quite.  A sandwich is when you get one up the butt and the other in
the pussy at the same time.  Called a D.P.  too for double penetration. 
And, it's ladies choice," I said, pointing to Red and then to my cock,
"choose your poison."



   "Oh my Gawd, they're both monsters and I'm really tight back there. 
There is no way either one would fit."



   "Naw, you'll be pleasantly surprised, believe me.  Just relax your ass
as much as you can and don't fight it.  Let it go in easy."



   "O.K., in that case I choose you Palladin to do my butt.  You'll be
gentle, huh?"



   "Like a little lamb," I said, hoping I could keep my word when Mr. 
Peckerhead smelt asshole.



   "Come here, Baby," Red motioned, lying on his back.  He moved the kid
astride his body and positioned his big tool at her pussy.  "Just sit back
and let it slide in."



   I eased up behind her and motioned for Eleanor to come over.  "I want
you to grease her ass with your mouth and tongue.  The better you do it,
the easier it will be for her.  Slack off on the spit polish and she's in
for a lot of pain.  Understand?"



   Eleanor nodded yes and moved to her daughters firm ass cheeks and spread
them wide.  Moving her mouth back to the familiar crease where she had
eaten her first pussy she began to lather her daughters bung with her
tongue.  Soon she had the tip [pushed into the tight bung and was spitting
and wallowing in asshole.



   "Good work, Mom.  You eat good ass.  Remind me to put you to work on
mind when I'm butt fucking your daughter."



   She grunted some answer that could not be understood with tow inches of
tongue in her daughter's tight butt.  Finally I pulled her face out of the
girl's ass crack.



   "Good, now we need something to keep you happy."



   "I know," said Red, grunting as Baby rocked back and forth on his thick
cock, shoving most of it into her tight clam.  He reached for the intercom
at his side and spoke, "Hey Bunny.  Get your talented mouth in here for
some pussy eating on Mrs.  Baby's Mother, whatever her name is."



   Red's wife and girl Friday came in and began to strip off her business
suit.  I figured her to be in her early thirties, nice build, medium bust
but a killer ass.  She had said it was the reward for all those leg and
butt lifts in the gym.  Red claimed she could break his cock off in her
butt crack if she squeezed hard enough.



   Bunny crawled onto the bed and her and Eleanor moved towards the foot.
Bunny pushed her onto her back and spread her legs.  She took one look at
the fully haired mature beaver in front of her and licked her lips.



   "Just lay back and enjoy lady.  You're about to get your clam eaten by
an expert."



   "Bunny's eaten more high spread Hollywood muff than you could shake a
stick out.  Know [name scrambled] and [name scrambled]?  She ate both of
them on the same shoot.  Man they had a lez party that wouldn't quit.  Best
looking trim in one bed you've ever seen.  They let me watch but no
touchee. I ended up cumming on all three of them at least three times."



   I looked again at the blonde who was busy with her face buried in
Eleanor's bush.  The mother had her head back on her shoulders and was busy
mauling her too big tits, groaning at the tonguing she was getting.



   "Oh yea Bunny, just like that.  Eat that fucking pussy, you bitch.  Suck
up that clam sauce."



   "See," Baby squeaked, "I told you Mom was a gutter mouth in the sack. 
How can she get onto me?"



   I shoved Mr.  Peckerhead into the crease of Baby's ass.  "I think her
getting onto you for that type of language and behavior are over, Baby.  I
think she give you carte blanche form now on."



   "Wow, I hope so.  This experience has made me really think of a lot more
things I'd like to try sexually," the excited teen gasped.



   I shoved and she said, "Owww, Palladin you promised.  That hurts like
hell."



   "Just relax, open your ass like taking a giant shit when you're
constipated."



   I felt her spinchter relax for a second and shoved my cock through her
anal; ring.



   "Awww, Jesus Christ, you're killing me.  I can't take your cock in my
butt, it's impossible."



   Ten minutes later she was crying and moaning at the same time as I had
almost eight inches in her colon and Red had all his cock in her snatch.  I
felt kinky feeling Red's big cock a few millimeters away through the thin
flesh of the girl's taint as we fucked in and out.  I hoped Red's question
about swinging the other way wasn't making me enjoy this particular
bonding. Naw couldn't happen, I told myself.  Me gay.  Naw, no way.



   Eleanor had gone through two big climaxes and now her and Bunny had
rolled into a sixty-nine.  Apparently Mom was learning to appreciate the
taste of good pussy.  I sort of wished she would get through so I could
have some tongue up my ass but I thought I'd better let her have her fun.



   Baby, for her part, had cum at least four or five times form the twin
cocks pistoning in and out of her two tightest holes.  At least, they used
to be tight holes.  I wasn't too sure how tight they would be after this
pounding.



   Finally Red gasped and said, Pard, I can't believe it but I'm getting
close.  Ready to blow your nuts?"



   I grunted, driving my cock into that tight anal ring another half inch.
Her back flow was pretty brown and I'd been in a good three or four inches
of lunch.  Well, it was a dirty job but somebody had to do it.



   "I'm probably good for it if you blow a nasty load across Baby's face.
Let's give her a double glaze, all right?"



   "Go for it," he grunted.



   We un-hilted.  I placed Baby on her back with her head hanging over the
edge of the bed.  Both Red and I stood on the floor and took turns driving
our cocks into her throat.  Her lips were smeared with her anal runoff from
my cock but soon we got real close.



   "Bunny, Eleanor, get your asses over here," Red said.  The two women
complied coming to stand by our sides.  "Jack us off onto Baby's face. 
Hurry, I'm close."



   They both grabbed our cocks and began to pump.  Within five seconds of
each other we began to blast the child's upturned face with hot, slimy,
cum. Stream after steam hit various parts of her face and coated her
features with a white, gelatinous glaze.  She looked like a frosted donut.



   When we finished Red collapsed back onto the bed, gasping," Clean the
kid's face off girls."



   Eleanor and Bunny bent and began to lap the sauce off the young girls
face, neck and chest.  Red and I lay there in a stupor.



   Finally Red said, "That girl could be a gold mind.  Hey Eleanor, I've
got an acquaintance in Singapore that does, well...call them unusual movies
involving very young girls.  Usually her likes them a few years younger
than Baby but, seeing as how she can look a couple of years younger than
her twelve...."



   "Eleven," Eleanor interrupted.



   "Uh, all right, eleven years, I think this guy could use her.  I know he
used to pay the local talent a grand or so a picture.  A round eye like
Baby could demand a lot more.  Shall I give him a call?"



   "Excellent," Eleanor said, smiling at baby as Bunny finished the last
licks to clean her face off.  "Maybe this wasn't the film career I
envisioned but it may be worth a shot.  Righto Baby?"



   "Righto Mums.  Anything involving big cocks and lots of sex can't be
wrong.  And, no school, right?"



   "We'll see.  You remember, your brother and sister are coming next week
during summer holiday.  What are we to do with them?"



   "We'll figure something out.  At least, you will.  You always do."



   Bunny brought Red the cell phone.  "He's on the line.  He's in his car."



   Red took the phone.  "Idnani, how are things shaking?  Still doing those
special films you find so profitable?'



   "Good.  I've got some talent here you might be interested in.  Calls
herself baby, about eleven but can pass for, say, nine maybe eight with a
little working over.  Naw, no tits worth counting.  Small boobs, light red
peach fuzz that probably won't even need a wax job.  Shit, I've seen plenty
of fuzz on nine year olds, haven't you?"



   "Right, wait," he took the phone away from his ear.  "He has a shooting
schedule open next Wednesday in Singapore or close by.  Can you make it
down there by then?"



   Eleanor hesitated a second.  "Sure, we can swing that.  The kids are
flying in Tuesday; I'll just bring them with us.  I love Singapore.  We
always stay at the Raffles."



   "Good," Red told her.  "Yea, Idnani, they can make it, they'll be
staying at the Raffles.  Is that all right?  I'll let Bunny fill you on
their names and other details you might need for the shoot, O.K.?"



   He rung off and the females went into the shower to get cleaned up.  Red
and I popped a couple of cold beers from the fridge in the room and sat in
chairs, sipping the brews and relaxing.



   "Palladin, I always have a great time with you around.  Look, Bunny and
I are committed to this gig for another six or eight months.  We're moving
to Honk Kong for the shoot next month.  Promise me you'll drop by.  You
haven't lived until you've tried some of those tiny Chinese delicacies. 
Man those little girls were born to worship big cocks.  Maybe it's because
all those Chink dudes are lacking in the cock department.  Big cock
challenged, so to speak."



   "Well, sounds good.  But, I've got my daughters coming down in a little
bit and we plan to go to Australia and visit Mrs.  Fontaine.  I promised.
She wants us to spend some time on a real Outback ranch.  Sounds like fun
for the girls."



   "Fair enough.  But give it a thought."



   I grabbed a shower and dressed as Red said goodbye to Mother and
daughter.  Before Bunny left she came over and stood on tiptoes, kissing me
on the mouth.  She let her tongue slip inside my mouth and then stepped
back whispering, "I really did like your big cock in my ass.  Thank you for
taking my anal cherry.  I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have given
it to.  Will I see you again?'



   "Who knows?  Happens I'll be in Singapore next week while you are there.
Maybe I'll give you a call."



   "Oh that would be super Palladin.  She leaned up and gave me another
farewell peck on the lips and squeezed my big hand in both her small ones.



   "Cheerio, then," she said as she went out the door behind her mother. 
Why did I almost know I would be seeing her again soon?



   Chapter Five



   I was back in the office on Monday before I flew out to Singapore. 
Rosalie was at her desk typing at the computer when I siddled in.  She gave
me a sideways glance with her eyebrows cocked and a leer on her face.



   "Have fun, Palladin?'



   "Yea, I sure did, Rosalie.  You've got a real nice daughter, I liked my
evening with her a lot."



   "And...  what about the little ones, big guy.  Did you, eh, let's say,
enjoy them also?"



   "I don't know what you are implying Rosalie," I sputtered, "but, yes,
they were two nice little girls."



   She bent over towards me, cupping her left hand on top of her mouth and
whispered, "Not too little for you to diddle, right?"



   I blushed.  I couldn't help myself knowing grandma knew I was diddling
the grandkids.  What a crazy place this was.  But, then I thought, look at
the home situation I had left in the states before I had divorced my wife.
I had fucked both my pre-teen daughters.



   My business name is Palladin, have legal code, will travel.  My real
name is none of your fucking business.  I'm in the P.I., the Philippine
Islands for you that are Far Eastern challenged, and I am an attorney.  All
right, you can stop all the lawyer bashing.  I've heard all the jokes,
thank you.  Only bad news about a busload of lawyers going over a cliff is
the bus was half-full.  Ha.  ha.  No, I'm much more conservative than you
would expect, even if a conservative lawyer is an oxymoron.  I believe in
people having a lot of freedom as long as it doesn't bring pain and
suffering on others.  Well, maybe a little pain and suffering.  Thinking
over my time in the P.I.  I realized I had been involved in more pain and
suffering than most people find in a lifetime.



   IN Zamboanga, my tourist group was held for ransom by Muslim extremist
terrorists.  They inflicted some unspeakable torture and death on some real
innocents including children.  I was a witness and in many ways a
participant, even though basically an unwilling participant.  But my guilt
trip was weighing heavily on my conscience.  I swore when I returned from
Singapore I would look up a shrink.  The only thing I wondered was how I
was going to tell if she was a babe from the phone book.  I thought of the
Soprano's shrink snatch.  Man that was a pair of gams I'd like to crawl
between and suffocate in that hairy patch.  Take me home, Daddy, I'm in
heaven.



   I broke myself out of my reverie and buzzed my secretary.  "Got my
travel plans down yet?"



   "Yes sir," the old crone said, "you fly out tonight on Singapore
Airlines and I've got you booked until Sunday at the Mandarin Singapore in
the Orchard District.  It's modern and right near the business district. 
Your first appointment is at ten a.m.  Tuesday.  I'll put all the details
into your Palm day Timer if that is all right?"



   Shit, what efficiency.  I wanted to fire the old hag and bring in fresh
quim for my personal secretary but this gal was too good.  Her and Rosalie
ran the office.  I had seen a Chinese broad talking to Rosalie last week.
Rosalie said she worked for an accountant in the office down the street. 
She had real long legs coming out of a short black skirt that was so tight
I could count her cunt hairs through it.  I made a promise when I got back
I would lure her away from the CPA and let her be office frills for my
tired old eyes.  All she'd have to do is sit where I could see her and
cross her legs real slow about every ten minutes.  And, if she forgot to
put on panties, there would be a sizeable raise for her at the end of the
first month and for me, all month long.  Yea, call me a sexist asshole,
sticks and stones, sticks and stones, buddy.



   I left early.  Got a haircut, facial and a shave at one of the downtown
hotel barber shops.  Pickled up my laundry and hailed a cab to my
townhouse. I'd have to see about a car when I got back too.  When the cab
let em out I went up the front walk and stuck my key in the lock.  The door
swung inward, unlocked.  Crap, I know I locked it.



   I walked in and took a step back.  The place had been trashed.  My
stereo was smashed; furniture overturned and broken and all my drawers in
my desk and bedroom turned out and emptied on the floor.



   Three uniformed cops showed up in ten minutes.  Maybe the name Palladin
spurred them to react a little faster or maybe a Westerner had more
attention than some poor dude in the bush.  Anyway, they showed up in their
khaki uniforms, shorts and Sam Brown belts with big guns in holsters.  I
had already checked my closet and my pistola I had been issued was still
there.  As far as my brief inventory could make out, nothing was missing
but the insurance company was going to be pissed.  I had just started the
policy when I moved in and gotten past the waiver period.



   "Looks like nothing gone," the Sergeant barked looking around.  "You
sure nobody steal anything?"



   "Yea, pretty sure.  I didn't have any money or real valuables here.  My
clothes, the stereo, DVD player, that kind of thing.  I don't know why they
would have broken in and not taken anything like that."



   "Yes, very funny.  Leaving a DVD player behind is stupid for any
break-in guy.  Maybe kids, just out to have fun or something.  Any
enemies?"



   "Yes, after my trip to Zamboanga probably quite a few.  But I didn't
make it a real big announcement where I would be living when I moved in
here."



   "You high profile.  No sweat for any guy with any intelligence to track
you down.  You're not exactly in protective custody, you know."



   The other two cops finished their inspection and one walked up to the
Sarge giving a shrug of his arms.



   "O.K.  Mr.  Palladin, we leave now.  You going Singapore next day,
right?"



   "That's correct."



   "When you get back, stop by thirty-eighth precinct, ask fro Inspector
Kim.  He's my boss.  He'll have my report and wil advise you what we have
found out.  Sorry about trouble.  Call us if anybody hang around or look
suspicious, right?"



   "Right and thank you officers."



   I let them out and started cleaning up.  I was really pissed.  I called
the office and told my secretary what had happened.  She had a set of keys
and promised she would come over and get the insurance company started
right away.  I felt a little better something would be happening while I
was gone.



   I got my clothes and shaving kit together.  I thought about putting the
gun in my suitcase but didn't know what the Malaysian authorities would
think about me packing.  I should be safe there.  Besides, who knows where
I am going besides my boss and a few others.  In retrospect that was
probably stupid thinking on my part.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   The taxi from the international airport brought me to the Orchard
district and to the Mandarin Singapore.  The hotel was one of the newer
modern marvels of east meets west architecture.  Two tall glass towers
rising into the sky.  Everything chrome and mirrors with polished steel and
glass.  Malaysia was an up and coming player in the Pacific Rim market
place.  Vying with the Chinese, Japanese and Aussie/Brits for a share of
the huge pie waiting for capitalism to blossom, the government had long ago
developed a spin that was both unique and modern.



   Rather than being consumed with what ethnicity would have the high hand
in building Malaysia, the government had made a concerted effort to blend
all the unique people of this peninsula republic into a harmonious blend of
quality workers.  All proud of their nation and devoted to seeing it
prosper.  Young couples who were willing to work for several years without
children or buying homes were given attractive down payments as a bonus on
new housing divisions and low interest guarantee loans.  Medical costs were
below the average for most industrialized nations and flexible work hours
were the norm rather than the exception.



   Malaysia was a high tech modern country and Singapore was its jewel. 
Born from the roots of the old British colonial empire, the country had
long been prized for its ability to produce rubber for the world from the
rubber trees dotting the British plantations.  Japan realized this after
they had invaded China.  Shortly after Pearl Harbor and the capture of the
Phillipines, the Japanese invaded and conquered Malaysia.  The British
garrisons were emptied, the soldiers either killed or enslaved in the labor
camps.



   The Malaysians might have been a forgiving people but they had a hard
time forgiving Japan for the brutality of their occupation army.  And, the
men and women who had been stationed in Malaysia from Great Britain and
Australia never forgave them for the inhuman treatment inflicted,
especially on their women.  I had heard stories from a retired British Army
colonel living in Manila one night at a local bar.  He was well into his
cups, one too many gin and tonics, but he told me a story of an occupation
camp for the wives and children of the captured military and civilians form
the Western nations.



   He related how several young teenaged and pre-teens girls were taken
from their mothers and placed in whorehouses for the troops stationed in
the area.  He related how brutal the Japanese were with these children. 
One twelve year old ho refused to be anally fucked by a Jap non-com was
taken to the prison yard, staked to the ground naked and had a bamboo stake
shoved up her anus about two inches.  Bamboo in the tropics can grow at an
alarming rate.  Each day they would give her only enough rice and water to
keep her alive.  They continually urinated on her and some even defecated
on her body.



   Finally, after two weeks, the bamboo had grown deep enough into her anus
to evade her lower intestines of her stomach and she had bled to death
overnight.  This was viewed as a lesson to what would happen to anyone
refusing a soldier's wishes.  The hate ran very deep and was still there.



   I checked into the hotel and called the company I was representing to
assure them I was in town.  I had the rest of the evening to relax and went
out on a walk of the city.  The small snack served on the flight was tasty
but not filling.  I was hungry.  I looked at the menus on the restaurants
as I passed.  At the doorman at my hotel he had recommended Club Chinois at
the Orchard Parade Hotel.  He explained although Singapore was a melting
pot of cultures and cuisine, Peranakan or Nonya food is the closest
Singapore has to an indigenous cuisine.  Peranakan food combines Chinese,
Malay and other influences into its own unique blend.



   By blending Chinese ingredients with Malay herbs and spices, Peranakan
dishes are imaginative, tasty and often extremely subtle.  Chillies,
'belachan' and coconut milk are central to the unique flavours of Peranakan
dishes.  He suggested I try any of several dishes such as Buah Keluak,
Chendol, Itek Tim, Nonya Kueh or Otak-Otak.



   I went in feeling somewhat isolated being alone and seeing the
restaurant very busy and at almost capacity.  Being forced to eat alone, I
considered going back to my hotel and ordering room service.  But the
maitre 'd quickly assured me I would not feel uncomfortable dining alone.
He returned a few minutes later and asked if I would like some
companionship for dinner.  I said I felt awkward eating with a total
stranger and he assured me there was nothing unusual about my feelings but
he refused to see me eat alone in his beautiful city.



   The waiter seated me and within five minutes a small, slender young lady
threaded her way though the tables and came up to my side.  She did a
little bow and then said in a soft voice, "Hello, I am Na Ching, may I
offer you my company for your dinner?"



   I looked at the girl apparently close to eighteen or nineteen.  Very
pretty, Chinese no doubt, almond shaped dark eyes softly downcast.  She
wore a Silver Chinese Cheong-sam, split up her left leg to well above the
knee exposing a gracious amount of lily-white thigh.  Her hair was done up
in a bun on the back of her head with a beautiful tortoise shell comb
tucked into the dark braids.  A small black bow tie connected the lapels of
the gown together at her throat and the slit down her chest revealed the
swelling of two nicely shaped breasts.



   "How can I possible say no to someone as lovely as you," I replied
standing and seating her at the table.  We were in an enclosed alcove.  A
small table that could seat four and a curtain was available to be drawn
for added privacy.  A small lantern cast a nice orange glow on the table
and made it more romantic.  The flatware was beautiful.  Fully carved
dragons and other oriental objects.



   I let her order and she explained each dish in detail.  She ate
delicately.  Never rushing, waiting for me to consume as much of each
course laid out Chinese buffet style before she took a small sample for
herself.  She chewed each piece almost religiously; seeming aware that even
the slightest hint of being hungry or anxious to complete the meal was an
insult to her dinner companion.  She had been schooled very well in social
graces or how to appease a male companion.



   "Tell me Na Ching, what do you do?"



   "Oh, I am student," she said in heavily accented English but with a
clear pronunciation.  "I go to the Chinese University here in Singapore.  I
am studying foreign relations.  I want to work for my country as a trade
representative."



   "Are you Malaysian or Chinese?"



   "I am Chinese.  I am here on student visa for four years.  I work part
time doing hostess duties with hotel.  It gives me great chance to..." she
hesitated for a fraction of a second and blushed, "how you say, get
acquainted with many different people from all over the world."



   "Get acquainted?  What exactly does that mean?"



   "Hotel very concerned foreign visitors have good time.  They like to
have young ladies available to keep them happy.  Japanese men like Geisha
girls back home.  Manager hires us to act as Malaysian Geisha's for
visitors."



   "Just how far does your service go?"



   She blushed again and ducked her head.  "If you ask Na Ching if she
sleep with men as part of job, answer is no, I do not.  No one make me
sleep with man.  Not part of job."



   "I'm sorry, I apologize.  I was just curious as to what your job was and
how far you had to go to make the manager happy, that's all." I felt like I
was making her too uncomfortable and I was sorry I had pushed her.



   "Look forget what I said, let's just enjoy each other's company, all
right.  I appreciate you being with me."



   She smiled.  O.K., Mr.  Palladin, we enjoy meal, not ask too many
questions." Her eyes sparkled as she took a small sip of the wine I had
ordered.  It was a good year and not too pricey at two hundred U.S.  per. I
was drinking most of it though.



   We finished our dinner and she refused dessert.  I passed the waiter my
American Express and left a twenty-five percent tip.  The company was
generous.  She came to the hotel foyer with me and offered her hand.  I
took her small hand in mine and pulled her towards me.  I got a closer
whiff of that intoxicating perfume she was wearing.  It smelt of jade and
Sandalwood and misty Oriental mountains lush with vegetation and blooming
flowers.



   "I don't want to let you slip away from me, you're much too beautiful Na
Ching."



   "Please Mr.  Palladin, don't make me embarrass you but I can't stay any
longer with you.  I have to return to my dorm room.  It is forbidden to go
with a guest without the hotel's permission."



   "How do I get their permission?"



   She ducked her head and blushed again.  "If you were staying at this
hotel and if I were that type of hostess, I would go to your room after
checking with the desk clerk and spend time with you.  Depending on what we
did or how much time we were together, a charge would go on your hotel
bill. Many Asian men are afraid of disease but don't want to wear, eh,
protection, what you call, rubbers.  Girl's hotel hire are safe, checked by
hotel doctor.  Hotel stands behind girl's cleanliness.  Men like that."



   "But you're not that type of girl?'



   "No, I told truth.  I only hostess in restaurant and bar, no pillow talk
from Na Ching.  I am respectable college student.  I save myself for
marriage."



   "How much money would a girl make in a night with a man normally?"



   "Some make three hundred dollars maybe more.  But they do funny things
with men and stay all night.  Girl that short times man maybe makes fifty,
seventy- five dollars with man for hour."



   "Na Ching, I can't let you go, you intoxicate me with your beauty."



   "You nice man Palladin but like most Western men, full of bull-shit."
She blushed again at using the word.  "I have to go back to my dorm, please
not make scene."



   "Look, I'll give you three hundred dollars just to go back to my hotel
room and talk for awhile.  That's as much as girls make staying all night
with a guy.  We'll just talk an hour or so, all right?"



   "I can't trust you Palladin.  You get me hotel room and Na Ching forced
to do sex.  I won't do sex.  Can't trust you."



   ""You have my word as a gentleman I won't do anything you don't want me
too, Na Ching."



   I saw she was weakening.  We were standing on the sidewalk and it was
close to eleven p.m.  I stuck up my arm for a cab and one swooshed to the
curb.  It was only a few blocks to the hotel but I wanted her inside before
she changed my mind.  I almost felt like a rapist when I thought about
doing things to this young girl.  I had to have her.



   We got into the cab, me pushing her in the back and she trying a little
not to get in.  We gat out at the hotel and I flipped the driver a bill
that was five times the faire.  I hustled her through the lobby.  The night
clerk glanced up, hesitated and then smiled politely.  As I headed for the
elevator he said, Mr.  Palladin, anything you need just buzz.  I'll have it
up right away."



   Again I was amazed.  This clerk was not on duty when I checked in or
left for dinner.  Somehow they had captured a photo of me and all the
clerks knew who I was.  Or my Zamboanga adventure had made me more famous
than I realized.



   We got out of the elevator and I went up to my door.  I slipped the card
key into the lock and stepped through he foyer.  Just as I did there was an
explosion inside my head and a thousand rockets went off.  I fell towards
the carpeted floor but I was no longer conscious of where I was.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   I don't know how long I was out.  A few minutes or more I guessed.  I
came to sitting in a chair at the small desk by the window in the hotel
room.  Both my arms were tied behind me with masking tape.  My legs were
taped to the arms of the chair and a ball gag was in my mouth.  Leaning
down a face was inches in front of me and as I came too I tried to focus on
it.



   "Hallow, hallow...looks as though the mighty Palladin has rejoined the
world of the living, be it ever so brief."



   My eyes came into focus and the face of the Aussie terrorists I had last
seen fleeing the attacking Delta Force members was staring at my face.  His
name was Aussie John and he would do anything for a buck.



   "Hello to you too John," I said with a voice that sounded like Andy
Devine.  Maybe they had chopped me across the Adams apple, it felt real
sore.  I looked for Na Ching.  She was on the bed on her side, her hands
and feet taped, a ball gag in her mouth also.  The Cheong-sam was torn down
the front exposing a small black bra and two well developed breasts.  The
kind of bra that pushes the tits up out of the top.  Other than that she
seemed unharmed.



   "Let the lady go, she's not part of this."



   "Lady?  Since when has Palladin ever been with a lady?  I don't think
you know any ladies Palladin, old sot.  Whores, sluts, tramps all that lot.
That's your speed.  No lady would give you the time of day."



   I glanced at Na Ching.  Her eyes were open and wide with fright.  Just
then two other men came into my view.  They had been behind me all the
while.  One was a hulking fellow of apparently Middle Eastern extraction,
over six feet, bulging belly hanging over his waist and shoulders the size
of the side of a house.  The other fellow was Oriental, possibly Chinese.
Small in stature, a thin moustache across his upper lip and a pair of beady
little rodent eyes under bushy black eyebrows.



   "Oh yes, let me introduce my compatriots.  The large gentleman is
Mohammed.  I'll let you guess which organization he represents.  The other
gentleman is Lop Sing.  Lop Sing is from Manchuria originally although at
present he claims to be a citizen of the world.  Both of them were recently
guests of the Afghan Talliban before a certain big assed country decided to
bomb the poor Afghans back to the Stone Age.  All in the name of capitalism
and democracy, right Palladin?"



   "If my memory serves me correctly asshole, elements being supported by
that government killed several thousand innocent people who were doing
nothing to that nation."



   "Collateral damage in a global war against the encroachment of the
capitalistic warmongers against poor third world countries and the
oppressed anti-Semitic's of the Middle East, my dear friend."



   "Fuck you and your Middle Eastern friends, John.  Go back to where you
came and take your sheep herders back there with you.  I here there are
several lonesome little female sheep that miss your pitiful stubby cocks."



   He laughed and turned towards Mohammed.  "Pitiful little cocks, he said.
Maybe we ought to show his slut what pitiful little cocks can do to a
girl."



   "I fucking told you asshole to leave the lady out of this, this is
between you and me."



   "Sorry Palladin, you're no longer calling the shots around here.  Strip
her."



   Mohammed and Lop Sing moved to the bed.  Na Ching eyes rolled as the men
took hold of her.  They untied her feet and Mohammed reached up and grasped
the silk material of the gown in his huge fist.  He ripped and the material
held fast for a fraction of a second and then ripped away form her body. 
The silver dress came out from under her body leaving her in a black lace
bra and a pair of laced black panties.  Her breasts heaved as she panted
for air, her nostrils flaring like a frightened mare about to be mounted by
a big dick stallion.



   Mohammed laughed a deep guttural laugh seeing her fright.  "Pretty," he
grunted.  "Gonna be good fuck."



   Lop Sing reached out and grasped her left breast through the bra.  She
tried to pull back but he grabbed her arm right above the elbow and pulled
her closer.  His fingers went inside the bra and scooped out her left
breast.  The tip was erect probably from fear and the milky skin made the
dark brown of her nipple stand out even more on her body.  Her nipples were
typical Oriental.  Huge eraser like nubbins shooting out a good two inches
off her chest.



   "Look at them tits, "John squawked.  "Gotta love a Chinks tits, don't
'ya, no offense Lop Sing."



   Mohammed began to remove his trousers as Lop Sing continued to fondle
her breast.  He took the long nipple between thumb and forefinger and
twisted cruelly.  Na Ching's eyes rolled up in her head in pain.  Mohammed
stepped out of his trousers and stepped out of his jockey shorts.  The seat
of them were lined with brown hash marks from his shitty ass.  I knew he
probably stunk to high heaven.  He turned in profile to me and I saw
something that made my balls draw up into tight knots.  The man's huge
belly hung out a good eight or ten inches in front of his waist but jutting
an additional four more five inches was the angriest red cock I had ever
seen.  It looked to be as thick as my wrist and the bulbous head was the
size of a tennis ball.  If the rest of his cock was under his paunch, the
guy was sporting over a foot long hot dog.



   John turned to me and leered.  "Small pricks mon ami?  I think not. 
Lady friend is in for a treat.  We'll let you watch and then I'll have Lop
Sing cut off your balls.  We'll put you in the tub to bleed and then he'll
cut off you cock.  After that he'll practice some very careful surgery on
you and about early in the morning you should bleed out.  If you don't I'll
be merciful and tell him to cut your throat.  How does it feel asshole to
know this is the last night you'll be alive?"



   I looked closer to John.  A bright red scar, very thin ran from above
his left ear across his cheek and curled under his throat.



   "What's with the scar, John?  War souvenir?"



   "Oh that.  Just a scratch.  That Lezzie bitch came out of a tent and
before I could do anything she had ripped me one with something in her
hand. Very sharp and thin I suspect form the scar.  Almost did me in, she
did.  Bled like a stuck hog, me running and dodging those rockets off your
Apaches.  Couldn't kill old Aussie John though, could they.  Got's nine
lives, got's me."



   I looked to where Mohammed had crawled on the bed and shoved Lop Sing
away from the small Chinese girl.  Mohammed lips twisted in an ugly grin as
his fingers replaced the Chinaman's on the girl's breast.



   "Nice tit," he grunted squeezing the orb forcefully.  Na Ching's eyes
looked frantic as her breath whistled out of her nose.



   He took his massive cock in hand and straddled her belly.  He pushed at
the nipple with the massive tip.  I saw he was un-circumcised and the tip
was leaking a nasty looking fluid.  Not quite clear but a yellowish, slimy
color resembling watery pus.  It smeared the nipple and I saw Na Ching's
nose wrinkle in disgust as the scent of the huge man's cock and body
invaded her olfactory system.



   John caught the interplay between the two and Na Chings revulsion.  "Oh
yes, my Mohammed is not the cleanest crayon in the box nor the brightest.
But he is a great soldier and a master cocks man.  Have you ever seen one
bigger than that?"



   I didn't answer, straining at my bonds hoping against hope to get free
before this monster did something to this tender young Chinese girl.  But
deep down inside, somewhere in my balls or in my guts or in my mind I was
being turned on by the thought of the brutal rape I was about to witness. I
hated the motherfucker because he was going to be the one to sample all the
delights this tender body had to offer but I was vicariously thrilled at
witnessing it.  I was developing a very sick mind I thought to myself.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   The three of them were on the bed with the Chinese girl.  All of them
were naked now.  They had fondled and probed all the secret spots of her
body.  The ball gag was in place and she was still tied to the bedposts at
the head by both arms.  Her muscles were continuously straining against the
duct tape but to no avail.  I had tested my bonds and found them secure. 
No chance of escape that I could find.  My cock was tenting my dress slacks
but I couldn't help it.  Watching those three molest that slender body was
thrilling me beyond compare.  They had dug up a few extras.  Being a good
boy scout, I always came prepared.  In the bathroom I had set my anal lube,
my sex gel and my baby oil out on the counter.  They had found these and
had been busy using the baby oil on Na Ching.  Her olive skinned body
glistened with the oil they had smeared.  Lop sing had delighted in oiling
her breasts while John and Mohammed had worked on her privates.  Mohammed
hands had plundered the soft crevice of her crotch and made a cry of
surprise when his fingers had encountered her hymen.



   "Oriental bitch is cherry, boss," he yelled.



   John smirked and glanced my way.



   "Oh wee, is she in for a treat.  I just gotta see Mohammed big dong
slice into that virgin cunt.  She's gonna have a thrill big time."



   I strained once again at my bonds as they returned to their frolic.  I
had just about freed one-foot form the tape around the chair leg.  It was a
light rattan chair with a high arched back but short stubby legs.  By
rocking the chair I had managed to slip the duct tape off of one leg and
worked my almost free.  I was afraid the chair would topple over and that
would be the end of my plan.  Come to think of it, what plan?  Oh well, I'm
sure some plan would come to mind if I got freed.  Please God, let some
plan come to mind.



   I watched Na Ching as I struggled.  Her eyes were still wide with shock
but when the busy hands prodded her pussy or a finger pushed some oil into
her anus, she closed her eyes, winced and visibly tightened the beautiful
cheeks of her ass.  God was she beautiful.  The three were talking low but
I could not hear what they were saying.  They had turned out the overhead
light and one lamp.  A small bedside lamp was on and the bathroom light. 
The room was very dim, cast only in the golden glow of the small lamp
nearby.



   Lop Sing nodded and said something and they all chuckled.  The
Manchurian pulled a long stiletto out of a sheaf down at his ankle.  It
looked like a commando knife I had when I was in the Rangers.  It was a
deadly weapon for silent killing.  Sliced across a throat it would
guarantee your enemy went down without a sound.  He pulled Na Chin upright
by her close cropped black hair and put the knife to her throat.  He was
whispering but I could tell he was speaking Chinese I a dialect she
understood.  She nodded her head abruptly at his question then he put the
knife against her throat and she nodded more vigorously.



   Finally, he took the tip of the knife and while hissing instructions he
pricked the tender bulb of her erect nipple, causing a sudden gush of
scarlet blood to flow off the large left breast.  Na Ching's legs
straightened abruptly, her butt cheeks clenched and she nodded again in a
seeming panic, both eyes wide open.  I cursed the three again and renewed
my struggle.



   "She be quiet, boss, I'm sure.  She know I cut her tits off and then her
pussy if she make a sound.  She don't want lose tits or pussy I think. 
Anyway, after tits and pussy gone, I tell her I cut her belly open and show
her what her guts look like.  That scare her plenty."



   "O.K., take off the ball gag.  But at the slightest peep, Lop Sing you
quiet her, understand?"



   "Yes boss." The Oriental pulled the rubber ball gag from the young
girl's mouth and slipped the band off her head.  Na Ching took a deep,
rattling breath and started panting, her breasts heaving in the dim light.
The blood had slowed to a trickle and was congealing on her warm skin. 
They left her arms tied but now Mohammed and Lop Sing were positioned up
near the girl's head, cocks in hand pointing towards her face.  Lop Sing
was defiantly the runt of the bunch.  John had a thick cock about five or
six inches long.  Lop Sing could not measure more than five inches and was
about an inch thick.  He was vigorously jacking himself off and pushing
closer to the girls trembling lips and mouth.  Mohammed, not to be denied,
pushed with a huge right hand the smaller man's chest causing him to fall
back on his butt.  Mohammed took the opportunity to scoot close enough so
his huge cock was touching Na Chings lips.



   He peeled the head back from the crown and even in this dim light I
could see he had an abundance of smegma under the head.  Large flaky cakes
of yellow crud and pasty stuff were all around the bulb where he had pissed
and not washed in God knows how long.  Na Ching's nose wrinkled and her
mouth made formed into a shape that announced she was about to puke.



   "If she pukes on you Mohammed you have my permission to cut one of her
breasts off, understand?"



   Mohammed nodded and pushed the cock head harder against the young
Chinese girls lips.  Lop Sing meanwhile had regained his position kneeling
on her other side and was dragging his small cock head along the sides of
her cheek and into her ear.  He was panting from excitement.  Na Ching
managed to hold her revulsion in check and actually stuck out her tongue
and gave the bulging cock head a swipe.  Surely she collected some of the
crud lodged there.  Her mouth again revolted from the smell and taste and
then the giant cock was sliding into her mouth or at least trying to.



   She opened her mouth as far as it would go and still could not fit her
lips around the giant head.  Mohammed clenched his hairy ass cheeks as he
thrust his prong at his oral target.  The lips stretched wider and the side
closest to me actually split and bright blood came trickling down her chin.
Her eyes were wide open in fright, both hands tightly clenched at the head
of the bed in their bound position.  Her body was arched in a bow up off
the bed as the man probed.  Suddenly her moved, shifting to straddle her
chest right below her tits.  His huge paunch sat on those beautiful tits as
he shoved straight forward into her mouth.



   Mohammed made a further advance, pushing his massive pole deeper into Na
Ching's small mouth until her eyes crossed staring at the long shaft. 
Surely the rank taste and smell must be overpowering.  Lop Sing, at the
other side was becoming even more excited, his slim buttocks dancing on the
bed as he fondled his short cock between two fingers and rubbed the head on
the girls bulging cheek.  Suddenly he yelled and unloaded an ungodly amount
of cum all over the side of Na Ching's beautiful features.  Streamers shot
up onto her hair and laced her cheek and nose, running down to drip in
long, slimy trails onto her slender throat.



   Mohammed didn't seem to notice but he did withdraw his cock from her
mouth for a second or two.  He gazed down at the ruby lips, her lipstick
now smeared in an ugly blotch across her moth and chin.  He ran his cruddy
cock head back over her lips, leaving trails of slimy yellow liquid and
flakes of the creeping crud that had been lodged under his cock head. 
Surely the smell was deadly.  Even Lop Sing wrinkled his nose and backed
away and Aussie John kept his distance.



   Chapter Six



   Time was running out.  I looked out the large bay windows from my
twentieth floor hotel room and saw the lights of Singapore twinkling
against the inky black of the late night sky.  If I didn't do anything but
make brown in my pants, my not so young life would soon be over and so
would the life of the young and beautiful Na Ching.  I knew how it would
happen.  Aussie John would have the giant Arab ass fuck the girl and when
he had crammed as much of his foot long cock as possible up her shit chute,
Lop Sing, the Manchurian candidate, would slit her throat with his commando
stiletto.  I'd seen it done before in the jungles outside Zamboanga in the
South Phillipines.  I strained my muscles and tried to move my right foot
managing to rock the rattan chair slightly.  Part of the tape slid under
the leg of the chair but I was still trapped.  Unless I could get both legs
free I was useless.  Anything I tried would result in the Oriental slitting
my throat before I could move far.  How to get help?  I glanced at the tall
side table at my right elbow.  A house telephone.  If I could just get
someone at the front desks attention, just maybe...  No, probably too big a
long-shot.  This time of night they were all cat napping on the job anyway
or in back fucking the female cleaning crew.



   I looked at the bed.  Lop Sing was wiping his little noodle through his
drying cum, making long trails of cum swirls, probably wishing his dick
would get hard again soon.  Mohammed was still trying to lodge as much cock
into the slender throat of the young girl as possible.  He had managed to
force about seven impossible thick inches into her mouth.  Her cheeks
ballooned out like a fat chipmunk, her throat below her chin distended with
the pressure of the giant head lodged there.  Her legs kicked wildly,
trying to do anything to draw more air into her tortured lungs but the tape
held her secure.  Already I could see long streaks of raw flesh on her arms
and legs where the sticky tape had torn her flesh.  From the stinging pain
in my limbs I knew mine were suffering the same.



   Just when it looked like Na Ching would pass out from lack of air,
Mohammed pulled his cock out of her throat and mouth with a sloshing sound.
A good cup of precum, smegma and saliva came boiling out of the kids mouth
to pool between her breasts and run down her stomach to her pubes.  She
coughed and gagged, spitting up more fluids.  The Arab fisted his cock and
hit her in the face with it.  The big head and wet staff made a splat as it
struck her cheek, first on the left and then the right.  She flinched each
time and made a loud groan.  From all appearances, most of the filth that
had been under the big cocks head was gone, washed away with her licking
tongue or sucking mouth.  The Arab inspected the length of his cock, saw it
was good and clean and hoisted his ass off her tits.



   I expected him to get off the girl but instead he climbed further up her
body until he was straddling her head.  His balls lay on her forehead and
his hairy ass cheeks were on each side of her face, the black hairy crevice
of his ass embedded on her mouth.



   "Suck ass bitch," he grunted, grabbing her short black hair by the top
of her head and pulling her face deeper into his ass crack.  I heard a
muffle sobbing and followed by a spitting and other sounds of mouth trying
to escape foul anal taste and smells.  When no action ensued, Mohammed
raised his ass cheeks and looked down into the sobbing face of the girl.



   "What matter bitch, why no suck Mohammed as like I tell you?"



   He backhanded her across the mouth and a bright spurt of blood flew from
her lips and splattered the lampshade and wall besides the bed.



   "Suck ass or I kill your worthless body, hear?"



   "Oh God, somebody save me," she sobbed.  He stinks so badly.  His bottom
is covered in, uh stuff.  It's dried shit and other stuff and it stinks
like nothing I've ever smelled."



   Mohammed dropped his ass back onto her face and within a few seconds he
looked at Aussie John and smiled.



   "Good, bitch use tongue now.  Why need toilet paper when bitch mouth
just as good.  Eat a lot of Mohammed shit before I through."



   John came closer, still aware of the overpowering stench of the man's
ass and crotch.



   Jesus buddy, don't you think she might need a little air, she's been
under for awhile now?"



   "Air?  I give bitch fukin' air." He raised his ass slightly and blew a
gigantic fart in the girls face.  I could hear her gagging and sputtering.



   "God, you are ripe, Mohammed," Aussie John said backing away from the
fetid smell.  I could smell it from my chair ten feet away and almost threw
up.  I could imagine what Na Ching was going through.



   He continued to wallow his ass on her face for a few more minutes and
then dismounted.  Na Ching's sperm smeared face now had brown streaks
across her upper lip and nose.  Apparently the bastard had made brown on
the girls face.  No one would volunteer to kiss her tonight.  Mohammed
crawled between her legs and pushed her knees up until her legs were folded
high in the air, her butt raised straight up.  The Arab took both the anal
gel and the sex lube and massaged his cock with it.  He probably gave a
shit less if his entrance into her virgin cunt hurt the girl, not bothering
to lubricate her tight hole.  Pushing the giant head into the velvety cunt
folds, he drove straight down, the foot long pole hesitating briefly before
driving through the tight vagina to come to rest seven inches later at the
bottom of her violated cunt.



   Lop Sing had expected this action and immediately cupped his hands over
the girls mouth.  Her scream of pain and anguish came through but muffled.
He took the pillow off the bed and put it over her face, pushing down just
enough to let her know if she screamed, any more her air supply was in
serious danger of being cut off.



   Na Chings entire cuntal area was bathed in bright, red blood from her
ruptured hymen and the tearing of the tight walls of her vagina.  Mohammed
drove in again and again, never getting any deeper but reaming the pussy
until the sucking sounds of flesh being turned inside out turned into the
sloshing sounds of wet cock and pussy mating.  A river of juice ran out of
her pussy and collected on the bed.  Her oiled body shone with perspiration
as her torment continued.  I wondered if she could live long enough for the
anal assault and fatal slashing.



   Finally Aussie John said, "Enough.  Time for the big finale.  Untie her
hands and feet.  The girl was limp as they turned her over.  Two pillows
were pushed under her knees to elevate her trim ass to a height for
Mohammed's monstrous wang to drive down into her upturned anus.  He was
again using the anal lube and they were all gathering close waiting for the
real violation to begin.



   I rocked the chair just as I managed to free my right leg.  The side hit
the tall side table and the phone rocked in the cradle.  I tried again,
aware that any noise would mean instant death for the two of us.  Then, on
the third try, the handset slid from the base and fell with a clank onto
the table.  John glanced up but saw me still tied, not able to see my feet
from his perch on the bed and went back to watching the Arab prepare to
mount the virgin ass of the Oriental girl.



   I heard a muffled sound in the receiver saying, "Hello, hello, room 2532
may I help you?'



   I had to do something to get the clerks attention that there was a
problem.  With the ball gag in my mouth I couldn't speak.  But just then
Mohammed solved my problem for me.  He tried to shove his cock into Na
Ching anus.  Before Lop Sing could react, the girl twisted her head to the
side from the pillow she was being pressed into and screamed.



   "Oh God, please don't do this to me.  I'm a virgin back there; I'll do
anything else you want, just name it.  I'll suck all of you and eat your
asses out.  Shit or piss on me, I won't say a word, I'll just let you."



   "Shit bitch, like you got a choice," Aussie John said.



   They went back to getting her under control.  I knew from my walk to
dinner there was a police sub station within a block of the hotel.  Were
they being called?  It seemed like an hour as Mohammed prepared his cock
some more.  Apparently she was so tight he was experiencing a tremendous
amount of pain in his anal assault.  Thank God for tight assholes, I
prayed.



   Then I heard it.  The tiniest rattle of the doorknob.  Not loud enough
for these clowns to hear but I assumed someone was at the door.  Then I saw
it.  Like a small snake crawling on the wall a flexible cable almost too
small to see started feeding itself through an air vent along the wall.  I
knew this was a surveillance camera lens and they were spotting the room to
make an attack.  My Ranger training had included many hours of hostage
situations among enemy troops.  I knew the drill was almost universal. 
Next they would open the door and toss in flash bang grenades to stun
everyone and then take out the terrorists.



   But, just when I felt a glimmer of hope my worst fears were realized. 
John, kneeling alongside the rump of the kneeling girl saw the flexible
cable as it departed back into the air vent.



   "Look out it's the heat!  Kill the bitch and him quick!"



   I didn't hesitate.  I stood up with the chair still attached to my back
by my hands and charged across the room.  Lop Sing had just picked the thin
knife off the nightstand and was turning to make that fatal slash across Na
Chin's throat when I collided with him, driving the tall backed chair into
a point just below his chin.



   Just as he went spinning up on the bed to land against the wall, the
door came open and all hell broke loose.  Of course all the action that
transpired was not visible to me.  I was face down in the bed, with the
chair still on my back and as the grenades exploded and automatic weapon
blasts from the Swat guys began, I tried to burrow deeper into the
mattress.



   The first volley of slugs cut Lop Sing in two in two places.  First
right at the neck, blasting his head off which caused it to bounce against
the wall and come to rest three inches alongside the kneeling Na Chin's
face as it lay on the pillow.  Then it cut him in half at the waist, the
two halves falling in a splatter of blood and gore on the same bed.  I
heard all the blasts of sound in the small hotel room, my ears splitting
from the deafening gunfire.  Smells of cordite and warm blood filled the
room to mingle with the smells of sex and shit.  I felt a sting on my cheek
and felt pieces of the rattan chair being shredded as the bullets whizzed
across the bed searching their targets.  The realization that the chair was
tied to my back some five to six inches below my ass and spinal column did
nothing to reassure me of my chances of survival.  I waited, eyes tightly
closed, for the feeling of bullets ripping me to pieces.



   Mohammed took enough rounds to the head to splatter his brains against
the wall and the night lamp.  He still had his cock in his hands and
apparently one of the guys thought the giant prick was a lethal weapon.  He
took over forty rounds to his cock and genital area, leaving only a
smattering of recognizable flesh left intact.  His body was flung across
the bed and fell in a heap on the floor.



   I was picked up and sat upright, the ball gag removed, a man in black
from head to foot saying in my ear in a soft voice in English, "It's all
right sir, everything is under control."



   They quickly cut away my tape and I glanced down as they untied my hands
from the chair.  The legs of the chair were only about two inches long. 
That was the distance from me having my butt blown off.  I felt a small
trickle of urine drizzle down my left leg.  My eyes flashed to the Oriental
girl, now prone on the bed, blood covered her body from head to foot.  I
tried not to focus on the warm flow of blood down my cheek into my collar.



   "Oh my God, Na Ching.  Is she dead?'



   "Wait sir, we'll check her as fast as possible, just relax."



   A paramedic and a Swat member rolled the girl only and a stethoscope was
placed on her chest.



   "Good vitals, no entry or exit wounds.  I think she fainted and may be
in shock.  We'll treat her here before transport."



   I looked to the far side of the bed where Mohammed's body had fallen. 
More Swat guys were moving the body to reveal a cowering Aussie John, also
covered in blood but none his own trying to sink into the carpet or crawl
under a bed that could not be crawled under.



   "Please, don't shoot me.  I give up.  I'm an Australian citizen, they
had me captured.  I had to do what they said."



   "Nice try asshole," I said.  "This fucker was their leader.  He's a
terrorist, pure and simple.  Throw him under the jail or do all of us a
favor and just shoot his ass.  Better yet, let me go with him to the
bathroom for thirty minutes, please."



   "No worry sir, we know exactly who he is.  We will enjoy very much
turning him over to our authorities for questioning.  Unlike the United
States, although we are civilized, we believe in getting positive results
from our questions.  It is amazing what an automobile battery connected to
a man's genitals will achieve."



   They began their routine, applying medical aide to Na Ching and getting
me in order.  Seems the fragmented chair legs had grazed my cheek but the
wound was superficial.  I knew it would be along night at headquarters and
I was dreading the meeting tomorrow.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   The inspector came into the briefing room.  The sun was peeping over the
harbor and all the members of the emergency response team looked dead
tired. He was tall for a Malaysian, over six feet and talked with an Oxford
accent.



   "You are very fortunate Mr.  Palladin, first your close call in
Zamboanga and now here.  Do you think you are tempting the angels of mercy
lately?"



   I shrugged.  Either the angels of mercy or the hounds of Hell, can't be
sure which."



   "Well your little escapade here in my territory had brought me into a
perplexing situation.  If I had my druthers I send you packing back to the
P.I.  and let you continue to be there problem.  But the Prime Minister
thinks your presence in the current contracting with your international
construction conglomerate would be most desired.  Therefore I have only
about two choices."



   He paused to light a cigarette.  I can assign two of my men to follow
your every move and make sure you stay out of trouble." He paused and
expelled smoke towards the air conditioning vent in the no smoking station
house.  Apparently rank had its privileges.



   "Or what?" I asked cautiously, not liking the first option at all.



   "Or, I can issue you a weapon and send you on your way hoping you don't
kill half a dozen good Malaysians in your travels."



   "I like the second option best."



   "I quite expected you would, seeing your preference for risky sexual
adventures with, shall we say, less than legal age young ladies?"



   "I don't know what you're talking about," I said trying to sound as
confused as I could but my ass cheeks tightening and my pucker going on red
alert.  Gee, I'd often heard white men did not fair well in Asian jails
unless they like to bend over a lot and spread their cheeks.  Mine were
very tight at this moment.



   "Not to worry, old chap.  We are very strict on out moral laws here in
Malaysia but deem it best to let sexual morays run their course, so to
speak.  Oh, we won't tolerate child abuse or rape or that sort of nasty
things and we're a few rungs up form the Thailand nod, nod, wink, wink type
of thing with young country girls you find there.  No, we are a very
civilized nation and find it best to let the moral level find itself.  For
that reason, whatever you do here will probably not put you in harm of
prosecution, but just keep it simple all right.  No really kinky or wild
stuff that would bring you back to our attention, got it?"



   "Yes sir, you're the boss," I said standing and trying to get the kinks
out of my aching back.  "Am I free to go?"



   "As soon as the Sarge here fits you with a weapon.  The P.I. 
authorities say you've have had sufficient military training in weapons not
to be a liability on the streets.  Just be sure if you draw and fire that
weapon, someone is shooting at you with a real gun.  I don't want any
'oops' on my watch."



   "Whatever you say inspector, you're the boss," I said following the
police officer out the door.



   "And don't you forget it Palladin" he barked as the door swung shut.  He
blew another angry blast of smoke at the air conditioner vent.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   When I got back to my hotel to change there was a message from the
inspector that he had arranged a new meeting with my parties for Friday
morning instead of today.  He had explained some of the ordeal I had gone
through and they just wanted me to do a little R & R for a couple of days.
Fine with me.



   I quickly showered and shaved and then called the hospital where they
had taken Na Ching.  The nurse at the station told me she was under a
sedative and probably would sleep until early afternoon.  She advised I
come visit her about two p.m.



   I called the Raffles Hotel and got Mrs.  Foreman's room.  When Baby
picked up the phone she was all excited in hearing from me.



   "Is Red with you?" she asked.



   "Naw, he's either still in Manila auditioning or in Hong Kong by now.  I
didn't think you cared for the redhead so much?"



   She giggled.  "I don't know.  After our little session I was kinda horny
wishing I could see him some more.  Both of you guys have great cocks."



   In the background I heard a fain voice yelling, "Baby, enough of that
talk.  Whom are you talking to?"



   Eleanor came on the line.  "I beg your pardon, who is this exactly?"



   "Palladin."



   "Oh Palladin.  Baby why didn't you tell me it was Palladin.  I did so
give you enough time to answer.  Forgive us Palladin; ever since Baby's
little tet a tet the other afternoon all she can think about apparently is
men's penises.  Oh my God, listen to me talking about penises.  What ever
am I coming to?"



   "Eleanor, it's me, remember.  You had almost all my cock down your
throat, hon.  Don't put on your tearoom manner with me, all right?"



   "Just right, Palladin.  Let me collect myself.  I almost feel schizoid
lately between the woman I'm supposed to be and the slut I really am.  Is
that terrible?"



   "Not in my book Eleanor.  Look have you talked to Idnani yet?'



   "Oh good gracious yes.  We have a meeting at eight in the morning g at
his office.  I so wish you could accompany baby and I.  I'm just a nervous
wreck about this."



   "Well, that's why I called.  Seems I am free and I wouldn't mind going
with you mainly in a somewhat official capacity as your legal advisor.  I
don't want someone pulling a fast one on you and baby, I like you both a
lot."



   "Simply marvelous, Palladin.  I'm sure baby will be ecstatic you are
going with us.  We'll pick you up in front of you're hotel at quarter 'til
eight, correct?"



   "That's great, see you then."



   I rung off and went out of the hotel.  As I walked through the lobby
heads kept turning in my direction and people whispered.  Not just hotel
staff but the guests also.  I felt like I had a big bulls eye on my back.
But suddenly a man and his wife across the lobby said, "Bravo Palladin,"
and then everyone in the lobby broke out in applause.



   I could feel my face turning red where the bandage on my cheek did not
hide my face.  I nodded briefly and gave a half wave, really embarrassed by
the recognition but feeling proud of the knowledge people felt the way they
did.  Maybe surviving an ordeal wasn't the worst thing that could have
happened to me.  Surviving two ordeals at that.  Maybe God was tapping me
on my should trying to get my attention and saying, 'better straighten up
that act kid or next time...'



   I ate lunch in a British pub and had some fish and chips.  The waiter
promised me they would not be greasy and he was true to his word.  Crisp
and delicate flaky white fish and some incredible chips.  O.K., the Brits
are stupid and call French fries chips.  So were the French stupid to call
their potatoes French fries?  Who said that's what they called them?  When
you looked at a French menu written in French it never said "La French
Fries" on it.  It simply said fried potatoes in French.  Confusing enough.
I ate little fried wedges of potatoes, enough?



   At about quarter to two I went to the hospital and up to the fifth floor
of her ward.  A policeman was standing around the nurse's station checking
I.D.'s and a second was posted outside her door.  Both wanted a photo
identification and checked to see if I was on the list.  Apparently I was.



   Na Ching was sitting up in the bed, her back supported by two large
pillows.  She turned towards me as I entered the room and tried to smile.
She grimaced as the bruised and split mouth turned up.  I saw the
un-bandaged lip and bruised cheek and mouth.



   "Hello Palladin, are you all right?"



   I crossed the room, the bouquet of flowers and the gift behind my back.
She motioned for me to sit on the edge of the bed and I put the gifs on the
nightstand and sat.  As my butt settled on the mattress she grimaced so I
knew she was sore, very sore.



   "I wish to thank you Palladin for all you did to save my life.  You are
a very brave man."



   "Not very brave I'm afraid.  It was my insistence that you accompany me
back to my hotel that pt you in harm's way and almost got you killed."



   "Tell me Palladin," she said softly turning her head to look outside her
window and avoid my gaze.  "Did you plan to make love to me whether I
wanted to or not?"



   I hesitated for a fraction of a second and she returned her gaze to my
face.



   "I know at the time that was my plan.  I couldn't resist you, your
beauty overwhelmed me.  All I could think of was having you.  I don't know
how far I would have gone.  I would like to tell you I could have
restrained my self and not forced myself on you but I would be lying if I
said that.  My, who knows, maybe a new Palladin is emerging that can't tell
a lie.  That would put my legal career in serious jeopardy."



   She tried to smile again.  "Ouch, I have to remember not to do that for
awhile, it's painful."



   "How are you doing?  Was there any serious damage?"



   "No, luckily all was superficial physically.  Some rupturing here,
tearing there.  Nothing the surgeon guaranteed me would not heal in a
matter of weeks.  Mentally, that is another story."



   I took her hand and felt a tear began to run down my cheek.



   "My precious Na Ching.  I so wish you would not have been part of this."



   "Palladin, think about it.  If those brutes had not had me to hold their
interests, how long would you have stayed alive by yourself?  It was only
because they were preoccupied with me that you had time to do what you did.
Actually, you owe your life to me.  How shall I have you repay me?"



   I bent and kissed her un-bruised cheek.  Her gaze fell on the flowers
and my gift.



   "For me.  How thoughtful.  Let me ring the nurse for a vase.  And what
is this?"



   She picked up the jade figurine and held it up.  "Palladin, this is much
too costly.  I know these are not cheap."



   "Hey, don't sweat it.  The sales lady said it said wishes for good
health in Chinese.  I hope she could read Chinese and it doesn't say
something like Happy Anniversary Grandma or something."



   "No, it's perfect.  May you health blossom as your smile.  That's a nice
saying.  I just wish I could smile and thank you now."



   "You've thanked me plenty by just being alive."



   "Palladin?  If I were not, eh, wounded.  Would you still want to make
love to me after what those men did?"



   "Na Ching, nothing those men did would cause me for a second to want or
desire you any less."



   "But, tell me truth Palladin, were you excited seeing those men treat me
that way?"



   "Na Ching, that is really hard to answer.  I don't want to offend you or
give you the wrong impression."



   "You won't offend.  To be truthful, I thought I saw you in erection when
they were doing those things.  Did it excite you?"



   "Yes, I'm afraid it did.  I have some things about me I can't explain,
Na Ching.  I have an unusual sexual nature."



   "I am no prude, Palladin.  I know about men and sex.  I don't condone
things like those men did against a woman's will.  But, I would have to
admit, under different circumstances and with more gentleness I could
become very sexually excited by some of those actions."



   "Really?"



   "Yes.  Palladin, promise me you will come back and see me when I am
well. I want to know you better and become closer to you.  Who knows, maybe
the spark of love may ignite?'



   "Na Ching, I would like nothing better than spend a considerable amount
of time with you.  But first rest, get well and when your smile and health
have both blossomed we will meet again, I promise."



   "Then gently kiss my lips Palladin and my heart will try and be still
until my eyes light upon your face again."



   I bent and kissed her quickly, my eyes tearing at the corners as I bid
her farewell.  I swore I would be back to see her soon, no matter what.



   Chapter Seven



   How did Singapore come to past?  The British, who were extending their
dominion in India, and whose trade with China in the second half of the
18th century was expanding, saw the need for a port of call in this region
to refit, revitalize and protect their merchant fleet , as well as to
forestall any advance by the Dutch in the East Indies.  As a result, they
established trading posts in Penang (1786) and Singapore (1819), and
captured Malacca from the Dutch (1795)



   After the war with Japan and the occupied forces departed, the British
military returned to the peninsula.  On April fool's Day 1946 Singapore
became a crown colony.  For the next 17 years political upheavals, battles
for independence and restraint of the communist from taking control
dominated the areas political struggles.  Finally, Malaysia was formed on
16 September 1963, and consisted of the Federation of Malaya, Singapore,
Sarawak and North Borneo (now Sabah).  Brunei opted out.  Indonesia and the
Philippines opposed the merger.  President Sukarno of Indonesia worked
actively against it during the three years of Indonesian confrontation.



   The merger proved to be short-lived.  Singapore was separated from the
rest of Malaysia on 9 August 1965, and became a sovereign, democratic and
independent nation.



   Independent Singapore was admitted to the United Nations on 21 September
1965, and became a member of the Commonwealth of Nations on 15 October
1965. On 22 December 1965, it became a republic, with Yusof bin Ishak as
the republic's first President.



   Thereafter commenced Singapore's struggle to survive and prosper on its
own.  It also had to create a sense of national identity and consciousness
among a disparate population of immigrants.  Singapore's strategy for
survival and development was essentially to take advantage of its strategic
location and the favorable world economy.



   To the north some 300 miles inside the separate country of modern
Malaysia lies the capital city of Kuala Lumpur lying close to the western
coast.  Anyone who has seen a certain major action flic with an older Welsh
star cavorting with that tight buns female with the triple name will
remember the ending filmed atop the famed Petronas Towers in K.L.  The
Towers are the world's tallest building and combined with the Kuala Lumpur
Civic Center (KLCC) make an imposing landscape.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   I was out front of my hotel reading the morning paper when a limo pulled
up to the curb.  A window rolled down and a rather shrill British voice
from within yelled, "Oh yoo hoo, Palladin."



   I got in and sat next to Baby.  She was wearing a pants suit, very tight
in pink.  I thought this has got to be this kid's favorite color.  The top
under the vest was a bolo, midriff and I admired the smooth expanse of skin
I saw.  The pants were hip huggers in the style of a certain Louisiana pop
singer who has made exposing her navel famous.  Baby had a nice navel.  A
small gold ring was inserted and reflected the bright morning light.



   "Nervous?" I asked.



   "A little but excited.  How do I look?"



   "Good enough to eat."



   "Oh Palladin, you always know what to say to a girl to make her pussy
wet."



   I saw the drivers eyes flick to the rear view mirror.  Hmm, apparently
we were wired for sound in the front seat.



   "What's with the chariot, Mrs.  F?'



   "Oh I just thought in case anyone would notice we would make the correct
impression with Mr.  Idnani.  I had a very good deal due to my relations
with a certain financial adviser who has business interests in Singapore
and Malaysia."



   "Financial advisor my ass," Baby whispered, "only advice he gives you is
to suck a little harder or shake your ass more."



   The drivers eyes darted again and I began to get a little pissed every
word we were saying was being heard.  Then I thought of the Singapore
police inspector.  Donuts to bat shit this guy was on the force posing as a
limo driver.  Asshole was keeping tabs on me.



   I glanced down at Baby's lap where the skin tight material caused a nice
camel's toe at the crotch of the pink pants.  I knew if I could see her ass
in these tight pants it would be a killer view.  Idnani was in for a treat
for his eyes.  We pulled into a downtown high rise of glass and steel and
Mrs.  Foreman hopped out, told the limo driver to wait for her cell phone
call for instructions and hustled us into the lobby.  She signed in and we
whisked up to the thirty eighth floor to a glass door with the words Idnani
Productions scrolled in gold lettering.



   Inside was a middle aged woman typing at a computer.  A couch and
several chairs, painting of modern art on the walls and a television tuned
to CNN against one wall.  Seated on the couch were a man and two young
girls about nine and twelve.  They were both blonde and very pretty,
dressed in shorts and halters and sandals.  Their skin was very tanned and
the man was tall, about six foot and solidly built.



   We sat as instructed by the receptionist and in about ten minutes a
gentlemen stepped to the door and with a sweep of his hand said, "Come in,
come in.  Welcome to my humble office."



   He spoke good English with Indian accent.  He was of medium height with
a large paunch and jowls but his shoulders were broad and his thighs
heavily muscled under the pants he wore.  He motioned for us all to take
seats and I positioned myself leaning against one wall since they were
short a chair.



   "Eh, I think I know all of you from my phone calls but the gentleman
standing.  Would you like a chair, sir?"



   "No thank you I'm fine.  My names Palladin and I'm a friend of Baby and
Mrs.  Foreman."



   "Oh yes, Baby.  My what a fine little girl you are if I may say so.  And
this must be Jennifer and Katie, is that correct?"



   The man spoke up.  "That's right, mate.  Fair dinkum finally meeting
you. Me and the kids were worried something would get messed up and this
trip would be for naught."



   "No, no, rest assured this will be a good meeting if we can come to
terms.  Now, let me be blunt at what I am proposing.  I run, shall we say,
a certain enterprise that produces select films of a particular bent that a
portion of the world's population find desirable to own."



   "Kiddie porn," the Aussie father interjected.



   "Oh my, that term.  I prefer to call them youthful exhibits of sexuality
unrestrained by laws or other moral constrictions.  My clientele are world
wide.  We produce on DVD.  There are tow labels, Blue and Red.  Blue label
films are very basic and contain sexual content of a very erotic nature and
may be of a wide variety but not anything, eh...kinky shall we say."



   "Kinky?" I asked.



   "Uhmmm, well unusual in nature.  What I do is produce my Blue label
disks with about four thirty minute loops.  That's an American term used in
old silent porno films of the seventies by the way.  These loops are sent
out and my clients purchase the disks and send back a survey of how they
liked the stars and the action of each one.  They also suggest what action
they would like to see a particular person or persons perform in a Red
label DVD.  If the response is great enough we put out a two loop DVD with
about an hours action on each loop.  The prices are set for Blue label
disks at about a grand each.  Red labels can vary form three grand up to
five depending on the level of interest in the stars."



   "How many clients do you have for these DVD's?" the father asked.



   "Oh my, I'm afraid that is highly confidential.  Of course, I have
enough to keep in business and I think I pay quite handsomely for the
talent.."



   "What's a handsome amount?" I asked.



   "My my, the male members present are so inquisitive.  Where are my
manners, may I get anyone some tea, sodas, anything?"



   We all declined and he continued.  "Now my operation is headquartered
here in Singapore but my production takes place at my home outside Kuala
Lumpur.  While the authorities are very strict about certain crimes, my
movie making has so far not been of their concern.  If I got caught
handling drug I could get an automatic death penalty in Malaysia.  A word
to the warning if your are thinking about bringing drugs with you to my
home.  Very bad thing to try." He shook his head emphatically.  "As long as
I don't try and distribute my disks from K.L.  I am safe.  I do all
distribution from Taiwan and Thailand where things are more lax.  And I
make my monthly contributions to all the right people to keep the wheels
greased."



   "As far the compensation.  New members get a flat one thousand dollars
per thirty minute Blue loop.  If response to you is good and you are
invited back for another Blue loop the fee goes to seventeen fifty a loop.
If you are really a hot item and get invited to do a Red loop for an hour,
I pay handsomely at three grand a loop."



   "What about my two kids.  Is that each?" the father named Steve asked.



   "Yes, most assuredly so.  If you have ten kids in a loop I will pay
each."



   "Who else is in the loops?" Baby asked leaning forward.



   "You mean the male members?" he chuckled at the double meaning, "oh they
are very nicely equipped to perform, rest assured.  Unless you don't like
more than average equipment?  I have a large range of sizes and colors to
choose from."



   "Any Black ones?" Baby breathed excitedly.



   "Baby!" Eleanor exclaimed striking the pre-teen on the shoulder.  The
two sisters giggled and punched each other.



   "Most certainly.  I have a fellow from Africa that has a nice appendage.
He is fully capable of making any young lady very happy.  Now Steve.  Will
you be the person to work with your two daughters?"



   "That's what we agreed on when we talked on the phone Idnani.  At least
to start with.  I don't want them spooked by some strange cock."



   "Understood," Idnani said.  "Now there is the bonus of five hundred
dollars for a male member of the family to participate.  So Steve, I think
that would make your first loop worth twenty five hundred in U.S.  dollars,
that was the agreed exchange rate, right?"



   "That's most correct my Indian friend.  And, you agreed if we
participated to reimburse all travel expenses, righto?"



   "Most assuredly, although I never included Mr.  Palladin in that
promise."



   "Just Palladin and not to worry about my costs, I carry my own baggage.
I'm just along riding shotgun as far as Mrs.  F wants me, comprende?"



   "Comprende, now lets get the paper work out of the way."



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   Before we left I pulled Idnani aside and briefed him on what had
recently transpired since I had arrived in Singapore.  He made a cluck
clucking sound at my misfortunes and promised to call the inspector, a life
long friend and tell him to back off with the blood hounds.  By the time we
called for the limo to take us back to our hotels there was a new driver in
the front seat.  I assured Mrs.  F everything was all right.



   Idnani wanted us to fly out of a local airport around three in the
afternoon on his private plane.  I don't know if the guy made all his money
from his films or other ventures but he was certainly wealthy.  His home
was in Kuala Lumpur and he commuted several times a week between Singapore
and home.  A helo lifted him from the airport after he landed to the helo
deck of his high rise.



   He said it was a little under an hour's flight and we would appreciate
the scenery.  I had agreed since I was off to Friday to fly up with the
Foreman's to act as body.  Mrs.  F asked to join them in their room for a
brunch and then I could go and pack.  When we got to the Raffles Hotel
suite and went into the room I was surprised to see tow children jump up
from in front of the television and rush towards Mrs.  F.



   "Oh gosh, I forgot to tell you my other children had arrived from
London. Children this is Mr.  Palladin and these are my other two precious
jewels, Heather and Robert."



   Heather was a slight nine year old and Robert was a tall teenager of
thirteen.  Both had light auburn hair like their mother and sister and very
pale skin.  Heather apparently had been in the sun lately, her face and
shoulders a bright red.  She wore a pair of shorts and a halter top and was
barefoot.  Her small rump was nicely curved as was her waist and legs. 
Some baby fat was still evident on her waist and belly but she was filling
out nicely.  Her ass was a real treat and I thought this families genes
sure produced killer asses.



   As the children buzzed around their mother she ordered room service and
then called me into the bedroom.



   "Look Palladin, my two children have no idea what Baby and I are up to.
They would not understand being innocent of sex and all.  I have to take
them with us to Idnani's but will you promises to keep and eye on them
while baby is busy with her filming?'



   "Look Mrs.  F, I didn't agree to act as your personal babysitter if
that's what you expect me to do.  This is a rough country and I just wanted
to be assured you and Baby were safe.  Wait, let me see what I can do.  Use
your cell phone and ask Idnani if we can add one more to the party.  I'll
pay the extra expenses."



   She agreed and dialed a number.  I called the hospital and spoke briefly
to Na Ching.  Within fifteen minutes I had arranged for a eighteen year old
college student classmate of Na Ching's who was studying medicine to
accompany us and watch out over Robert and Heather.  The party was rapidly
getting larger and I wondered what I had gotten myself into.



   After lunch I went back to my hotel and packed up some of the casual
clothes I had brought.  A pair of sneakers replaced my casual shoes. 
Shorts and tee shirt and a light jacket to hide the shoulder holster.  One
thing Idnani had accomplished in his talk with the inspector was to get me
cleared to pack heat in Malaysia.  The authorities had also sworn not to
tag onto my coattails while I was there.



   The ride to the airport and the flight up was uneventful considering
Idnani was flying and he quite often took the opportunity to buzz down
about two feet above the lush jungle treetops and at any animal he saw
moving.  I saw Heather repeatedly rising up out of her seat as her butt
cheeks clenched and her breath whistled in intake.  I just gave her a quick
smile and she nodded back with a weak grin.  The medical student, a
Malaysian girl by the name of Sarah sat next to Heather holding her hand.



   Idnani landed the plane in his own private airfield.  His home sat on a
high cliff overlooking the beautiful blue waters of the Straits of Malacca
bordering Malaysia and Indonesia.  I remember my father telling me of a
time he was involved in Vietnam and the American Naval command brought the
British command aboard the flagship in the South China Sea.



   "Tell me admiral how do you handle the illegal traffic in the Straits of
Malacca that cause you trouble?"



   The British admiral never paused, just answered, "Well I think we check
them out by day and guarantee ourselves they are honest fishermen and then
by night we blow the Holy shit out of any of the boogers we catch out on
the sea."



   And from that fundamental strategy was born Operation Market Time, the
U.S.  answer to the Brits insurrection program.  Anything in a free fire
zone or out at night was fair game.  Even today, modern pirates roamed the
Strait hoping to find some poor luxury pleasure craft wandering into their
area.



   His home was a luxurious brick house, three stories and rambling along
the seaside cliffs, A woman in Indian sari walked down to the road leading
up to the airfield and greeted the two SUV's we were piled into.  Idnani
stepped out and hugged her warmly.



   "Everyone, this is my beautiful wife Amona whom I could not survive
without."



   He made the introduction to each of us.  She was a pretty smiling woman
in her late thirties or early forties.  Although full figured she was not
plump, just filled out in a lot of places that made her appear larger than
she probably was without clothes.  Her garb did little to show any curves
she might have.  Her face was beautiful with sparkling dark eyes and pouty
full mouth.



   Idnani took her aside and explained about the two Foreman children not
knowing what their sister was up to.  Amona nodded and called to the two
and Sarah, taking them with her to the house.



   "Come, let me show you my pride and joy, my production studios.  Amona
will keep the children amused with some of our video games we keep on hand
for our young stars when they are not busy filming."



   He led us to a single floored structure, long and wide with windows
every few feet.  Once inside we entered a long hallway that reminded me of
a hotel.  Along each side of the hallway were doors and Idnani opened
several.  Inside were bedrooms, mostly made up to resemble little girls
rooms with fluffy pillows and toy bears and other plush animals scattered
about.  The latest rock and television stars posters were on the walls and
all appeared to be up to date.  Idnani had not missed a trick.



   At the end of the hall were two larger rooms, both resembled dens or
family rooms down to an artificial fireplace against one wall with a large
real bearskin rug.



   "Hey, neat old man.  Does the fireplace work?" Steve inquired.



   "Most certainly," Idnani nodded emphatically.  I began to think those
were his two favorite words.  The girls all ran into the room and piled
onto the bearskin, playing with his fangs and trying to get their heads
into his giant mouth.



   "One of my most excellent clients sent me that from Aklaska.  He said it
was a genuine Kodiak grizzly but I wouldn't know it from a sea otter, I'm
afraid.  I'm not well versed on the animal kingdom from that region.  Only
the snakes and other animals surrounding my home."



   "Snakes?" Mrs.  F said, giving a shiver and glancing at her feet.



   "Oh, not to worry madame, my groundskeepers keep a sharp eye out for the
dangerous ones and the harmless ones only keep the vermin out of my
gardens. Come, let me introduce you to the other side of my staff."



   We walked back towards the house but turned towards a path leading down
the hill.  At the bottom was a large lighted tennis court and a huge
swimming pool surrounded by rocky ledges and waterfalls.  It was inhabited
by five men and about five or six young girls.  As we got closer I saw a
tall man get up and dive into the pool and began splashing a dark skinned
girl with water.



   Idnani approached and said in a loud voice, "Attention everyone.  Here
are our latest guests." He made introductions all around.  The children
ranged in age for about eight or nine to about twelve.  Most were from
Malaysia but two were from Thailand and one very pretty youngster about
nine years old was from Hong Kong.  She was a living, breathing China doll.



   The men were various nationalities from Slim, a tall American dude who
had been splashing one of the girls to Mangoon, a giant African with more
meat packing his Speedo swim trunks than could be fit.  Surely he had that
thing doubled back a few times.  As Baby drew closer to him and eyed his
bulging crotch, the front of the Speedos began to push away form the
rippled brown skin of his belly.  He quickly stepped to a chaise lounge and
picked up a towel which he wrapped around his middle grinning all the
while. That wasn't fully successful as the towel began to balloon out also.



   The other three men were a mixed bunch also.  Another dark man by the
name of Alexander from the Bahamas, a paunchy squat guy from Brussels and a
slender, medium built older man from France.  He had swarthy, dark good
looks and probably was of Algerian extraction.



   "These are the men that you will be working with unless you have brought
your own companions," Idnani said nodding at Steve.  "I will arrange
tomorrow's shooting schedule within the hour and we'll start bright and
early at seven a.m.  If you are in the filming, please make yourself ready
a half hour before for makeup.  Any questions?"



   All the men nodded their head and we went back into the main house.  I t
was approaching evening and Sarah was standing inside the glass doorway
leading to the patio.  A look of complete fright was on her face.



   "Mrs.  Foreman, I don't know how it happened.  I went with Amona to help
with refreshments and when I got back they were watching, uh...  some of
those movies.?



   "What movies?" the mother said stepping through the glass door into the
dining area.



   "Those movies I guess Mr.  Idnani makes.  The one I saw had two little
girls with three men and they doing some terrible things tom the little
girl."



   Amona interrupted.  "Oh they were in the midst of a D.P.  on a twelve
year old while her ten year old sister watched.  Later they fucked the ten
year old in the ass, one after the other.  It was a Red label movie I'm
afraid."



   "How in Hell did they get their hands on that," Mrs.  F.  demanded.



   "It was Idnani's fault.  When he left yesterday morning he was editing
the night before and forgot to put it in the safe.  It was left out on the
shelf and the young lady stuck it in the VCR."



   "Oh shit, what am I going to do now.  How can we explain this?"



   "Actually, the film they were watching had my husband in it.  He was the
one doing the ass fucking of the girl.  They both recognized him and wanted
to know who and why he was doing that.  I think someone has to explain the
operation to them."



   "Oh Holy fucking shit," Mrs.  Foreman muttered, "what fucking next?"



   "Let em talk to them," Baby said.  I can make them understand better
than you can Mother.  You'll just shout and yell at them."



   "What the fuck ever," Mrs.  Foreman said, sitting down in a chair and
looking desperate.  "What's a broad have to do to get a gin and tonic
around here."



   Both Idnani and his wife took that opportunity to scuttle off to the
kitchen to prepare the infuriated woman's drink.  I sat on the sofa and
patted a seat next to me for Sarah to sit.  The teen had tears in her eyes
and was about to come apart at the seams.  I put my arm around her and let
her sob for a couple of minutes.



   "Come on perk up Sarah, it wasn't your fault.  You didn't know those
type of films were around the kids.  Besides, you didn't even know what was
going on here, did you?"



   "No, not at all.  Although something in the back of my mind told me
there might be a sexual connection to all this.  Don't ask me how but
seeing Steve and his two daughters caused the hair to stand up on the back
of my neck.  I had an Uncle who molested me when I was six until I was ten
and I saw that same look out of him that I saw in Steve when he looked at
Heather."



   I accepted a cold beer from Amona and Idnani sat down nearby.



   "I again apologize for the inconvenience but now that everything is out
in the open maybe things will work better.  Mrs.  Foreman, I have to ask
you this as a business man.  If you would consider including your younger
daughter and son in a film with baby I will pay you five thousand straight
up for the feature.  What do you make of that proposal?"



   I thought the woman's jaw was about to un-hinge and hit the floor.



   "What kind of mother do you take me for sir?'



   "Oh I think we all know what kind of mother you are.  We are now
negotiating how much a mother like you would take to involve the rest of
your offspring.  You cannot un-erase what your baby has done or is about to
do, can we.  Why not make the best of a bad situation.  All right, you
drive a hard bargain, six thousand dollars."



   "Seventy five fucking hundred and we'll do it.  That is if the children
are ready."



   "Oh I think you will be surprised.  Amona, my beautiful wife listened
for several minutes to your children's reactions to the movie.  Apparently
your Heather is quite anxious to try some of the things she saw and young
Robert told his sister he has already experienced some of that activity."



   Eleanor stuck her arm straight out in the air holding the drink glass.
"More, a lot fucking more, right now."



   Chapter Eight



   Sarah's soft mouth teased the burning tip of my cock.  I had witnessed
the rape and ravishment of Na Ching and try as hard as I could during this
act not to become sexually excited, I was still excited beyond my wildest
imagination by the beautiful girl's torment.  Mohammed foot long cock's
continued invasion of the girl's throat and pussy was a sight to behold. 
Now so many hours that it seemed like weeks later, my loins were still
unfulfilled and bursting for release.  The feel of the Malaysian girls
tongue teasing my cock tip caused my full nuts to draw up into my scrotum
into big hard knots the size of tennis balls.



   I pushed my face into the wet maw that was her pussy and feasted with my
tongue on all the delicacies I could find there.  As my hot oral probe
touched her throbbing clit she arched her butt tight and let out a loud
moan and wail I thought would bring the house down running.  I tongue
lashed the protuberance again and again causing her hips to buck and dance
across my face.



   "Ohh, too good, Palladin but don't dare stop or I will kill you."



   I pulled my head out said quickly, "Just suck me now and suck deep,
hear?'



   She obeyed immediately, unhinging her small mouth and jaws to fit over
the bulbous head of my cock.  It looked like she was bobbing for apples, or
at least bobbing for crab apples.  My polished knob slid into her mouth and
went deep into her throat without stopping.  She gagged and tried to back
off but I reached down and kept her head pinned where it was.  If I was
going to continue to flog her cunt and clit with my tongue and lips, she
was going to give me some damn good head or die trying.



   Sarah gagged a few more times, her neck taunt as she tried to bring her
throat off the big head cutting off her air passage.



   "Relax your throat and breathe though your nose," I instructed.



   "I canwnnt," she sputtered.



   "Yes you can, try."



   In a few seconds I heard a long rattled breath come from her nose and
the gagging stopped.  Then she started ahead bob that ran her throat
muscles across the ridge of my cock again and again.  It was too good a
feeling for my overtaxed testicles to stand.



   "God, too good, honey.  I'm going to unload a big one in your mouth."



   I let her back off and when the cock head was settled back in her mouth
lying on her tongue, my balls erupted and a torrent of hot cum slammed out
of my wide open piss slit and spurted into her mouth.  Her face was already
red from the deep throat, snot running from her nose onto her lips and now
this big blast was too much for her small mouth.  She choked and opened her
mouth wide, the backrush pouring off her tongue to spill over her chin in
rivulets of slime to pool across her breasts and drip down onto the bed and
her thighs.



   I continued to cum, emptying my balls like I hadn't had sex in months
instead of a few days ago in Manila with the pre-teens and teens.  Sarah
sat there on the bed on her haunches.  One hand was up to her chin trying
to scoop up the overflow before it ran all over her body, her mouth moving
up and down as her clogged throat muscles tried to swallow the ropey, slimy
trails of hot jizz.  He breasts were coated with cum, shining in the
moonlight like glistening pearls, several strands of gizzum were dripping
off each eraser like teat and dripping into her crotch after running down
across her navel and flat belly.  The juices of her crotch hairs now
contained a mixture of her own sex oils and the juice of my cock spill.



   "I'm a mess," she gasped, still trying to wipe the cum away.  "I must
clean up.  You had a lot of juice in your balls."



   "A right fair dingum amount as Steve would probably say.  Yes, I'm proud
of myself.  I haven't blasted that much in a young lady's mouth in a long
time.  Was that your first time for a guy to cum in your mouth?"



   "Yes," she nodded shyly, ducking her head.  "I wasn't sure what to
expect.  Would it taste terrible and would I throw it back up.  I guess I
almost might as well have from as much that spilled out."



   "Don't sweat the small stuff, you did a great job.  I just wish I could
have enjoyed that throat massage a while longer before I blew.  You are
very talented."



   "I've never done that before either.  Oh, not the sucking part, I've
done that with my boyfriend, but putting it down my throat.  I thought you
were trying to kill me."



   There was no bath in the room so we crept down the hall until we reached
the common bathroom for this wing of the house.  A small shower stall stood
in one corner and we piled in, soaping each others bodies and exchanging
deep kisses until both our sexual energy flared once again.  Her small
hands lathered my semi erect cock until it blossomed into full erection
while my soapy digits paid homage to her slippery pussy and tight anus.



   I rocked a thumb into her snatch and my index finger to the second
knuckle in her anus.  She began panting again.



   "Oh Palladin, I'm never been so horny.  You can't imagine how excited I
got sucking your big cock and I actually came when you shot off into my
mouth.  Is that all right?"



   "No sweat, girl.  You're just letting your sexuality go and maybe with
your boyfriend you were holding back.  Did you always cum when he was
fucking you?"



   "I never came form intercourse, he always had to sue a vibrator to bring
me off."



   I didn't answer, just led her out of the shower and we tripped down the
hall naked carrying two soft towels.  We fell on the bed and I reached into
my nightstand and brought out my ever useful sex lube gel.  Sliding my
fingers into it I coated my cock and then applied a liberal amount to her
pussy even though it was still leaking pussy juice.



   Putting her on all fours I mounted her from behind, pushing her face
down until it nestled into my bed pillow.  I spread her cheeks and ran my
cock head through her greasy crease then shoved forward.  She as very tight
for my big cock and I though her boy friend had not been amply endowed. 
She moaned deep in her chest and shoved her ass back to meet my next
thrust. I buried myself in her pussy, half of my cock inside and waited a
fraction for her to adjust to my size.  Her head thrashed on the pillow,
her long black hair whipping back and forth on both sides of her face.



   Her face was flushed brightly red, her cheeks crimson and her teeth sank
into her lower lip almost to the point of drawing blood.



   "So big, Palladin and so hot.  Don't stop, fuck me harder and deeper
please.  Fuck me until I scream."



   I tried to oblige and began to ram as deep as I could on each in stroke.
I finally hit bottom with about seven inches buried in her pussy.  The lube
was sloshing around the edges of her black fringed pussy , backing up and
running down her inner thighs.  I kept scooping some onto my fingertips and
massaging it back onto my cock.  A few times I took the lube and pushed a
finger into her anus which really caused her hips to buck and sway.



   After fifteen minutes I realized I was good to go for at least another
fifteen or twenty unless I tried to cum.  About then she wailed a loud
sound and jerked several times her hips ,making spastic convulsions.



   "Oh fuck, shit I'm cumming.  Never felt like this before.  God, help me,
I can't stop it.  Don't stop now, oh God don't let him stop fucking me."



   I pulled out after she had settled down.  I lay on my back and she lay
down beside me, her right hand moving lazily up and down my phallus.



   "Do you want me to suck you off again?" she asked dreamily as her hand
slid in the lube on the skin of my cock.



   "Not especially."



   "What then?  Want to fuck me again?"



   "Uh huh.  But not like you think."



   "What?  What way do you mean?  Oh, gosh, you mean back there where you
were fingering me?"



   "That's it kiddo.  I'm afraid I'm an ass man from the word go.  I'm
fairly certain you're cherry back there, right?"



   "Oh yes, most assured.  I've never done anything like that.  Oh maybe I
did some little things like one night I was really excited masturbating
after my boyfriend went back to China and I shoved my hairbrush in there a
little ways.  I really came hard that night."



   "Never tried it again?"



   No, I was sort of ashamed at what I had done.  My mother had always said
that hole was only good for one thing and that was pooping and good little
girls never let a boy or man near that hole."



   "Do you believe everything your mother told you?"



   "Most things.  Which ones shouldn't I have believed?"



   I paused, not wanting to offend her.  "Probably anything she told you
about sex Sarah.  Did you ever discuss with you Mom anything about oral sex
or the like?"



   "Heavens no, not with my mother."



   "Ah hah.  Maybe you ought to try anal sex before you live a life of fear
about it, all right?"



   "I guess so Palladin, but you're so big."



   "And your butt can poop out a very large turd, can't it?"



   She giggled.  "I guess it can."



   "Well lets just see what it can handle."



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   I pushed her back onto all fours just like I had fucked her before.  I
took more lube and spread it on my cock working two fingers into her ass.
She cringed in pain as the second digit was added.



   She jerked her head around and spied my cock laying across her left ass
cheek and jutting some two inches off her hip into space.



   "Oh man, you're shitting me, I'll never take that monster up my ass as
bad as two of your fingers hurt me."



   Her eyes were wide in fright and I guessed the profanity came out only
when she was under a lot of stress.  I dipped into my nightstand and
brought out Mr.  Rogers, my faithful dildo I used in case of tight asses
needing extra prepping.  I used this when I was in my concerned and
sympathetic mood.  I didn't even consider it when I fucked that little slut
in Manila so brutally up the ass.  No prep, all pain I thought.  Of course
Mr.  Peckerhead had seen Sarah's brown rosebud winking back at him, fully
greased.  I think his favorite movie is Citizen Kane because of the
repeated words, "Rosebud, Rosebud." I had to watch out for him.  It was
usually right about now that he took charge, issuing the order "Damn the
torpedoes, full speed ahead" in his best Commodore Perry or whoever's
voice. I told him to shut up and kept lubing the magic dildo.



   The plastic orange cock was only a millimeter or so less in diameter
then Mr.  Peckerhead.  If she could take it up the pooper, it was good to
go.  I began to fuck her pussy and gradually eased the lubed tip to her
anal mouth.  She tensed and I urged her to relax and open her spinchter. 
She complied and I slid the plastic head into her butt a good three inches.
Of course Mr.  Roger's head was more slender than my Mr.  Peckerhead but
why tell her the bad news now.  We had achieved penetration and were all
systems go.



   "You O.K?" I asked.



   "Yea, just don't stop fucking me right now," she panted.



   I did as she asked, sliding the dildo another two or three inches deep.
She groaned loudly and I took the opportunity to lay a little more lube at
the flanges of her anus that were colored bright white from the straining
of accepting the dildo.



   Finally I eased the dildo out and she let out a big sigh of relief but
before she could adjust to the loss I pushed my cock head into the still
gaping asshole and punched it on in.



   "Awww, God that's too much.  You're a lot wider than the thing you just
put in me.  You're killing me."



   "Shut up and push back and open your ass and the pain will ease up."



   Sure enough by the time I had buried about six inches into her colon her
gasps of pain were turning into pants of ecstasy.  Never failed.  Complain,
complain but once you were buried gut deeps in asshole the old switch gets
thrown and it's cu city after that.  I counted at least three orgasms she
had while I fucked her ass.  Since the resulting fuck seemed to be fairly
clean as far as ass sludge, towards the last I whipped my cock out and
drove it back into her pussy.



   Finally I pulled out and made her lay on the floor against the bed.  She
was on her shoulders, her butt straight up in the air and I was standing
over her alternating driving my cock into her pussy and ass.  After another
fifteen minutes she had cum twice more and I pulled out.  Jerking my cock
several times, I fired straight down, splashing a good half cup of hot cum
all over her nice tits and face and into her half opened mouth.



   I went to the shower and ran a quick rinse than she came in as I got
out.'



   "I'll be right back," I whispered over my shoulder as I left in my robe.



   I went through the den towards the kitchen and found Idnani and his wife
in an argument.  They saw me and stopped.  I saw by the clock on the mantle
it was almost three in the morning.



   "Palladin," Idnani said, "need something?'



   "Yea, I'm just going to grab a couple of glasses of wine if you don't
mind.  Lady friend and I can't sleep and need a little something to relax
with."



   Lady friend?  Let me guess.  The delectable Sarah maybe?"



   "Maybe."



   "Excellent choice.  I'd like to dip my wick in that one for sure," he
chuckled.  He glanced at his wife and my eyebrows shot up at his admission
of wanting the young Malaysian.



   "Oh not to worry.  My wife and I have a very open relationship.  My gosh
we'd have to with all the young twat I see weekly.  I'd go mad if I
couldn't sample the merchandise every now and then.  Do you realize how
hard it would be to shoot these kinds of film then stay up all night
editing without partaking of some of the forbidden fruit."



   "So you both swing?"



   "Well if you could call it swing, I guess.  Every now and then Amona
sees some young swinging dick that pleases her palate and she goes after
it. I never stand in her way and she never stands in mind.  In fact, not to
embarrass you but you were the topic of our conversation when you came in."



   "Me?'



   "Yes, you.  Amona knew you were with that young girl and got rather
frustrated that you might wear yourself out before she could sample your
wares."



   "Now I am embarrassed.  I didn't realize she felt that way.  I never
meant to offend or seem like I didn't care about you Amona.  You are a
beautiful woman and highly desirous.  I certainly wouldn't kick you out of
bed for eating crackers.



   Amona giggled.  "What a quaint expression.  Eating crackers.  If I was
in your bed Palladin there would be a lot better things I'd like to eat
than crackers."



   I actually blushed as I took my wine glasses back to my bedroom.



   "What re you looking so confused about?" Sarah asked.



   "Oh nothing.  I just never realized I was so popular.  Maybe I missed my
chance not getting into politics."



   "Well I know one thing for sure once you were in the Oval Office there
would be a whole lot of interns wishing you were in their oval offices or
should I say orifices?"



   We both giggled and I told her about the conversation with Idnani and
his wife.



   "What are you going to do?"



   "Absolutely nothing.  I'm not about to start flirting with that man's
wife.  No matter what he says about open marriages, I've learned the hard
way you never stray into someone else's back yard when that person is
wearing a wedding band.  That's how my marriage ended."



   "You strayed?"



   "Kinda, but mostly this big dick Black bastard strayed into my bedroom
with my wife and young daughter."



   "Oh my, and what did you do?"



   "Sleepy.  Good, it's a long and boring tale and bound to put you fast
asleep," I said clinking our wine glasses.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   We caught about four hours sleep until a little after seven.  The smell
of bacon frying woke me up and I realized I was ravenous.  I slapped Sarah
on the butt and said, "Time to get up sleepyhead."



   She stretched, her small, hard breasts thrust upwards, the nipple
hardening in the morning chill.



   "Boy Palladin, I never thought I would ever be so ass fucked with so
much pain and wake up smiling and thanking the man who did it the next
morning.  Na Ching has an even bigger gift waiting for her when she is
well."



   The kids were all tumbled out in various arrays of sleeping garments,
some so skimpy as to be downright immoral in any decent household.  Of
course, this was far from a decent household.  The little Chinese tyke wore
no top to sleep in, her nine year old puffy nipples on full view.  Her
bottoms were a pair of skimpy bikini panties, so tight and so sheer she
might as well have been wearing cellophane.  All the men stared without any
sign of embarrassment at witnessing such a display.



   The other girls mostly wore more common sleepwear, either pajamas or
nigh shirts.  Steve's daughter Katie was the standout in the bunch though.
She came tripping down the stairs in a pair of powder blue baby dolls, the
top cut at mid thigh and the bottom a pair of sheer panties.  As she
bounced down the stairs, her saucy little breasts were bouncing on her
chests and all the men turned to stare.  Steve just smiled, munching on a
piece of toast and shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth.



   In between bites he mumbled, "Quite a sight, huh.  Maybe you can see why
I couldn't keep my hands off her once she hit eleven."



   "How old is she now," I asked and everyone turned to look at me.  "Just
curious, not trying to set up any encounter, please."



   "Well she'll be thirteen in about three months but with that pretty baby
doll face she could pass for ten and with that body she would probably be
comfortable with the junior high girls.  Never saw a nicer set of ski slope
tits in my life."



   We all ate casting occasional glances at Katie's sheer top.  If you were
lucky like I was she was sitting in front of the patio glass door with the
morning sunlight streaming through.  What a marvelous sight.  I felt Mr. 
Peckerhead stir and thought about bitch slapping him back to sleep.  Down
tiger, the day's way too young.



   I caught Amona looking at me and when she saw I was aware of her glance
she gave me a seductive smile.  I smiled back but consciously kept my gaze
away from her the rest of the meal.  Breakfast over the first film
participants drifted out to wardrobe which in this case was a walk-in
closet of bathing suits and beach wear.



   Idnani motioned me to follow him as I went outside.  Sarah stayed to
help with the dishes.  We walked down a path that ran above the tennis
courts and the pool.



   "I had a phone call about you last night.  I got a little better profile
about your recent misfortunes in the Far East.  I must say you are one
lucky man and a pretty well thought of individual by most authorities.  The
only thing that disturbs me and was the occasion of my wife and I's
arguments last night was the possibility you are working for some secret
government organization that want to upset my little empire here and toss
me in jail.  I need to be sure you are not of that ilk.  Can you reassure
me?"



   "Can I prove I'm who I say I am?  Probably not, at least to your
satisfaction.  If I was deep undercover you can rest assured my identity
would be full proof.  I can't ease your mind except to say since 911 the
world has changed.  The Interpol and other kiddy porn hunters realized they
had a lot larger fish to fry than a guy selling movies of kids being
fucked. Lives were at stake.  It seems we should have learned our lessons
with drug enforcement.  The PSA's never put a dent in the usage and the
criminal crackdown just overflowed our prisons with drug offenders.  Look
how much effort was directed in this area when terrorist cells were
springing up from Florida to California.  We were asleep at the switch
trying to plug all the little holes in the dyke when the walls were
crumbling around us."



   "That is so.  You are very astute as you are brave.  One thing that
would put my mind at ease though, if anything might, would be to see you
participate in some of the activity being filmed.  I don't think a federal
agent would go so far as to fuck a young girl, but may be wrong."



   "I guess the fact I fucked both my kids back home is not apparent enough
for you to believe me?'



   Idnani stopped at the top of the trail leading to the pool and gazed out
over the blue seascape of the Straits.



   "Pirates once controlled those straits and they still do.  Nothing much
changes in this area of the world.  Oh they might appear to do so but the
same powerful people run everything and the people still suffer as they
always did.  I had a dossier run on you but as you said, any fabricated
identity can hold up to fairly rigorous examination now a days.  The only
assurance I can give you is if you are not who you say you are and I find
that out, the pistol you are carrying won't do you much good."



   We walked down to the pool where the film crew were blocking out shots.
He gave further instructions to the two cameramen and sound engineers.  One
would cover each set of action with no more than tow sexual engagements at
a time.  Shadows would be bad in the harsh light and get worse as morning
went on.  When Steve and the girls arrived, Idnani gave the instructions.



   "All right people, here is the first shoot.  Steve this is a resort
hotel and you and your daughters are enjoying the pool.  A few minutes into
the shoot, Jai Ling comes down with my wife as her nanny and they sit near
your children.  Talk, chatter, play and splash.  Mangoon is the life guard,
Jacque," he pointed to the medium built gentleman from Brussels, "is the
pool attendant and waiter."



   He walked over to where Katie was sitting.  "Katie here starts to notice
the rising bulge in Mangoon's shorts as he watches the girls cavort.  She
begins to get very aroused and goes over to Steve and asks him if she can
fuck Mangoon.  Steve will be reluctant at first but he will get up and talk
to the black guard and say his daughter is hot for him."



   Idnani walked over to Jennifer and Jai Ling.  "Jacque will see the
action and start to feel up Jai Ling.  The two couples will fuck and then
jump in the pool.  Steve will be very sexually excited and bothered as will
the younger daughter Jennifer and they will fuck.  That should take us to
thirty minutes with editing.  Ten minutes is about all a client wants to
see of the same any one or two performers.  Any questions?"



   They all shook their heads no and started getting into position.  Idnani
motioned for me to take a seat behind the camera position under a shaded
umbrella.  The house staff had whipped up a batch of tropical like fruit
drinks with tall umbrellas in them.  Idnani had warned about the effects of
alcohol in the hot sun and kept all drink alcohol free, especially around
young children.  I found that slightly perverse.  It was all right to fuck
the holy shit out of them, just don't let them get around the booze and
pot.



   I sipped my drink and found it quite refreshing.  My eyes were riveted
to the older of the Aussie sisters, Katie as she walked around the pool
apron.  Both sisters were wearing thong bottoms, their tanned ass cheeks
fully showing the beauty of a young ass.  The younger had on a bikini top
but older Katie had opted for a very thin cotton tee shirt, cropped about
three inches below the ski slope point of her nipples.  She had not entered
the water yet and the filmy material hovered a few inches above her rib
cage giving a tantalizing view of her twin beauties as she walked and
played with the other two girls.  Quite aware of the effect she was having
she took every opportunity to bend over to pick up a book, a towel or
anything else where she was positioned to allow the three males to view her
tight breasts.



   Little China doll, nine year old Jai Ling was dressed in a white polka
dot lycra one piece about a size and a half too small.  The material across
her crotch easily showed the lips of her vulva through the suit material.
In her hair were two polka dot bows tying together her two short pony tails
on each side of her head.  The puffiness of her nipples could be seen
through the white portion of the suit when she got wet which was quite
often.



   I shifted in my seat, aware that my erection was tenting out the front
of my loose fitting shorts I had put on.  I was wearing a knit tee shirt
and sandals on my feet.  Mangoon came down the pool apron wearing a loose
fitting pair of trunks and nothing else.  His mahogany body glistened with
the sun screen and baby oil Amona had liberally applied to him.



   Idnani went through the usual camera commands, sending little Jai Ling
behind the canvas covered fence to wait with his wife for an entrance. 
Katie was lying prone, sunning herself and her sister was on a plastic raft
in the pool.  When Idnani announced action, Amona and Jai Ling entered,
surveyed the pool occupants and took a seat in a chaise lounge close to
where Steve was laying.



   Katie kept turning her head, glancing at Mangoon.  Finally she stood up
and jumped into the pool.  Coming out, the thin cotton was plastered to her
tits, the erect nipples threatening to poke holes through the wet material.
Mangoon shifted in his chair and the camera caught him adjusting his erect
cock.



   Steve lay there with his hand shading his eyes cat napping when his
older daughter came up and tapped him on the leg sitting next to his knees
on the lounge.  Her left hand ran along his oiled thigh stopping a few
inches from the hem of his loose shorts.  The camera came close to pick up
the dialogue.



   "I want him," the girl said.



   "Who?" Steve said, un-shading his eyes.



   "The lifeguard.  Did you see the way he was looking at me?" Katie began
to run her hand under the hem of her father's shorts and as Steve watched
her actions, the camera caught the bulge of her palm as it settled over his
cock, un-fettered inside the loose shorts.  She began to rub her hand up
and down his cock.



   Steve looked around, uncomfortable that anyone would see his daughters
brazen action but not wanting her to stop.  He saw Amona, the counterfeit
nanny watching the action and smiling.



   "Good God Gertie girl, you're giving me a boner, cut it out."



   Just then Jacques arrived with fresh drinks and began to set them on the
tables.  He wore a tight fitting pair of pale blue Speedos, the material so
thin you could easily make out the dark ring at his cock head and the hairy
balls below.



   As he arrived to where Steve was sitting, Katie reached down and peeled
the wet cotton over her head and taking the opened bottle of baby oil began
to massage her tits.  Jacques almost spilled the tray of drinks as he
stared at the luscious pair of tits in front of him.  He walked away and
Mangoon began to walk closer to the topless teen.  Suddenly Katie stood up
and began running towards where the younger girls were frolicking in the
shallow end.



   Mangoon's whistle let out a shrill blast followed by his shouting.



   "Hey little girl.  No run in pool area, you hear?'



   Katie stopped and turned towards the giant black man.  Mangoon got
closer and she smiled and said, "I'm not a fucking little girl, or can't
you see that?"



   "no I'm afraid I still see a little girl that shouldn't run on the pool.
What can you possibly do to convince me you are not a little girl?"



   His eyes locked onto the twin tits bobbin in front of him.  Katie
stepped closer and ran her hand down the front of the loose shorts until
she encountered the huge black snake stiffening in her palm.



   "Holy shit, boy are you hung!" she exclaimed, massaging the black cock
into a full growth.



   "Well, kittle girl, now that you have awoken the sleeping beast, what do
you plan to do with it?"



   "Just this," Katie murmured, pulling the black man by the cock she had
just pulled out of his shorts to the closest chaise lounge and sitting
down. The ebony head was staring at her face and she licked her lips in
anticipation of the taste.



   "Too big for you little girl?"



   "I haven't met the cock that was too big for this gal, dude."



   Chapter Nine



   Katie leaned forward and slid her mouth over the mahogany cock head,
pushing the uncut foreskin back until the big knob underneath was released.
She groaned as she felt the hot length slide across her tongue and tickle
the back of her palate.  Anticipation of the feel of that black monster in
her tight quim made her pussy drip even more.  She had never had a black
man.  The friends her father Steve brought out to their ranch on occasion
in the outback had all been white.  The small school she attended did not
allow Aborigine students to attend.  They were forced to attend a tribal
school.  None of the blonde children's immediate playmates were of color
and one of Katie's best fantasy's as the white men fucked her and made her
suck their cocks was that one of them would be a black man.  Not just any
black man but one like her father's porno video showed.  In the DVD was a
big, tall black dude with a long ebony cock.  He picked up a girl supposed
to be in college but she was made up to look like a high school
cheerleader. After she sucked him (her first BJ), fucked him (cherry of
course) he drove all twelve inches up her ass (Naturally, also cherry we
were told).  Even though the premise was transparent, Katie had masturbated
and had one of the biggest orgasms of her young life watching the video,
especially when the black cock was "forced' into the teenager's tight
asshole.



   Now the cock slid back and forth in her mouth, her saliva coating its
length and the excess sliding from her lips to drip onto her ski slop tits.
Soon a sloppy mess of mouth drool was running off her chin and hanging down
to her breasts.  Her mouth made wet sloshing sounds as the cock head butted
her throat entrance again and again looking for admittance.  Katie had only
had a few men put their cocks down her throat although many had tried.  She
had always backed off and protested to Steve who never let anyone fuck her
without his presence.  Steve had always reinforced her wishes not to have
that type of oral sex.



   But now, with this huge ebony rod bouncing against her palate, she
wanted nothing more than to engulf as much she could down her throat and
into her mouth.  Pushing her head forward she let the cock slide down her
throat until it hit a curve and her gag reflexes started.  Mangoon groaned
and entwined his fingers in her blonde mane.  Pulling her face forward, he
began to ram in and out of her throat.



   Now the sputtering and choking really began.  Katie managed to back off
a half a dozen times, throat juices and pre cum boiling over her lips and
connecting the cock tip to her lips.  I watched this action from my chaise
lounge, a towel over my lap that did little to hide the prominent bulge of
my erect cock.  I saw Jacques go over to where Jai Ling was standing
against the pool wall in the shallow end.  He squatted down and ran his
hands down the inside front of the child's swimsuit, inserting his hand
past her small nipples and not stopping until he was fingering the bald
trough of her baby sized pussy.



   Amona stood up and yelled, "What do you think you are doing to that
precious baby.  Take your hands off this instance."



   Jacques complied and Jai Ling angrily stepped out of the pool and walked
towards her nanny.



   "You are not my mother or my father.  You can't tell me what to do.  If
I want the man to play with my cooze and I play with his ding-us, please to
keep mouth shut, Nanny woman."



   Amona looked shocked then got up and left the pool area.  Supposedly, I
guess to tell momma or papa what their little Chinese doll was up to.  Jai
Ling wasted no time in pulling the polka dot suit off her shoulders and
stepping out of it.  Her bald pubes glistened in the morning light, a
sparkle of pool water still covering them.



   Jacques reached for the bottle of baby oil ever present at each table
and poured a generous amount in his hands.  He indicated Jai Ling should
lie down and when she fell on her back he gently rolled her onto her
stomach.  Running the warm oil down her back from her shoulder blades to
her buttocks, he coated her with the slippery oil.  When he got to her butt
cheeks, he spread them apart, moving her legs apart also and rubbed a good
dose of oil across her baby anus and pink pussy lips.  He dipped a finger
into her slot and the little Chinese girl raised her head off the lounge
and groaned.  He continued to finger fuck her in this position bringing
louder and louder sounds from the throat of the nine year old.



   I watched this and suddenly was aware of a hand resting lightly on my
shoulder.  Looking up into the sun I saw Amona had come around to the
camera side of the tarp covered pool area.



   "Isn't she exciting.  I can't wait to see Jacques fuck that little twat.
Of course, they have done it before.  Jai Ling is one of our little fluff
performers.  She is always billed as, 'Also starring our Chinese Lovely,
Jai Ling' and gets a lot of Internet requests for her to appear.  They
never tire of seeing that bald pussy sucking up a thick grown man's cock.
We always try and make the impression this is her first time, also.  Show
business, you know."



   Her warm hand gripped my shoulder in a squeeze as she smiled down on me.
She was wearing dark sunglasses but I was sure behind the lens her eyes
were riveted to my cock.  I shifted uncomfortably on the lounge.  I didn't
think she would make a direct move here with her husband a dozen feet away
directing the filming.  More interruptions took place with more camera
blocking.  Jacques stopped his rubbing and Katie her sucking, both girls
staring impatiently back at Idnani waiting for the signal for the action to
recommence.  Hot to trot was the phrase that came to mind.  Often used in
my high school days to denote some cheerleader type that everyone would
like to fuck but no one could.  So, the rumor would go around she was 'hot
to trot' and sometimes she was labeled a slut when she never did anything
to deserve the title but shake her ass and bounce her big boobs at football
games.  Such is the tragedy of life.



   But, there was no mistaking the hot to trot title fit both this junior
sluts in training.  How could I feel bad about seeing a young girl skewered
on such big cocks when they were salivating for the act to happen?  Too
young to reason at that age.  Give me a break.  Kids that age, even at
nine, could reason a lot more than people gave them credit for.  When they
dipped below that age, I began to worry about any form of coercion being
applied.  I'd heard my buddies talk about the kiddy porn pictures they had
seen of what was assumed to be a father present and the unpleasant
expressions on the child's faces as they sucked or had a large penis
prodding their tiny vagina or anus.  I couldn't get behind anything of that
sort.  Child abuse in fantasy was one thing, in actual practice it was
against both God's laws and the laws of human decency.  There had to be a
sexual connect there somewhere where the young participant was willing and
ready to engage in an act.



   My eyes went back to the action around the pool.  Mangoon had broken off
from the cock sucking and placed the blonde almost teen on her back on a
chaise lounge.  Pushing her legs up until her knees were next to her head,
he reached down and pulled the side of the thong aside to reveal her blonde
fringed pussy.  The hair was so light colored and soft looking it looked
like down on a blanket.  Mangoon's giant index finger ran down from the
peach fuzz to the clit, gently brushing the nubbin to erection and peeling
back the large hood to reveal a brightly pink clitoris.  He moved on down
and his finger traveled through the valley of cunt, moving the pussy juices
there in a wave at the tip of his finger until the black digit broke form
the trough and sped across the mouth of her anus.  The travel to the nether
regions deposited a good deal of scum across her puckered rosebud and the
giant ebony cocks man from Africa retraced his steps until his wet finger
was poised at her back door.



   Just the slight touch on her anus caused Katie's butt to dance and
wiggle.



   "Oh yeah big man, poke me there, please.



   "Little white girl want Black man to soil his finger on your dirty
poopee?"



   "Shit yes, put that fucker deep inside." Katie squealed excitedly.



   "Mangoon doan get dirty finger from some smart mouth little honkie
unless dat girlie gonna do somepin special for Mangoon."



   "Special.  Like what?"



   "Uhmmm, Mangoon think little blonde's tongue will feel real nice up
Black man's butt, what 'ya 'tink?"



   "Oh, you want a rim job.  Why didn't you say so?"



   "You do this rim job before?'



   "Ask my Dad.  I've spent more time with my tongue up his ass than he's
spent fucking me.  Only way I can get him hard again after a long fuck
session back home.  Suck his cock, jack him off...no go.  Stick my tongue
up his ass and, whammee, up it comes like the Union Jack.  Never fails."



   "Good.  You rim Mangoon good.  Then I stick my finger in butt.  Maybe
put tongue in there too if doan stink.  No like little girl's stinky
poopoo. Pretty little blonde girls look all fresh and clean now but some
have stinky poopoo, got it?'



   "Yea, yea, stinky poopoo's, I got it.  Lay down and hoist that big ass
of yours in the air and stand by to have your pucker eaten out, big guy."



   Suiting action to words they exchanged position on the lounge and
Mangoon hoisted his ass cheeks in the air the best he could.  His giant
cock flapped across the rippled muscles of his lower belly leaving snail
trails of pre cum in the love trail leading to his cock and balls.  Katie
spread his cheeks apart and eyed the hairy crevice in front of her.  There
were so many black kinky hairs around his ass and the brown crinkle of his
shit pit it made it difficult to see how clean or dirty he was.  The smell
wasn't too bad, a heavy aroma of sweat and male genitals she had smelled a
lot around the men Steve brought to her.  Some had been really gross but
she had always complied when a butt hole was displayed and reaming was
demanded.



   She pushed her face into the crack and bathed the black ass cheeks with
long swipes of her tongue.  She felt Mangoon's big hand on the back of her
head and knew he was getting impatient.  She pushed forward and speared the
tip of her tongue into the center of his fetid bung.  He strained and her
tongue as swallowed by the dark hole up to an inch or two deep.  The Black
man grunted at the penetration and strained more to allow a deeper
entrance. He was pleased when she jammed a good four inches of tongue up
his pucker.  She began a sawing action, sliding the slick appendage in and
out of the tight anal tunnel causing his prostrate to swell and his ball to
draw up into hard knots.



   "White bitch got good tongue.  Mangoon's pole getting really stiff. 
Wanna fuck blonde hole now."



   Katie pulled her tongue from his ass and started sucking his big balls,
coating the stiff black hairs there with her saliva.  He grabbed her blonde
hair and drug her face from her crotch, jamming his tongue into her mouth
he tasted his anal trench on her tongue.  She kissed him back, sucking on
the thick pink tongue like it was a miniature cock, groaning all the while
and grinding her leaking pussy against the thick shins of his left leg.



   "Yea, to hell with the finger up the butt, fuck me now with that club
and stick a finger up my ass while you fuck me."



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   Jacques now had Jai Ling in the missionary position ramming his thin
cock deep into her tender fuck hole.  The sight of that grown cock prodding
into that tiny hairless cunt was enough to give the ten Disciples a woody.
Jai Ling for her part fully got into the action saying, "Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me hard with that big cock," as she bounced her small butt off the
chaise lounge to meet the downward strokes.  The wanton look on her face
and mouth told anyone watching the action live or later on screen that this
was no nine-year old girl being ravaged against her will.  This was a small
sex machine loving every second and every inch of cock thrown into her. 
Her mouth was slack, her tongue continuously wetting her lipstick ripe
lips, her brow beaded in sweat, her cheeks, even with the heavy application
of make-up, brightened by the sexual energy she was generating.



   Jacque had a perfect cock for fucking those tender pussies barely out of
baby hood.  At a little over seven inches, it was thin enough to stimulate
tight cunts and asses but not be a burden for most.  The smaller tykes
always requested Jacques when they were scheduled for anal.  When they saw
their names on the call sheets in the evenings with Mangoon or Slim's name
next to theirs and if the action column said anal, they all started a heavy
lube job going before the next day's shoot.



   I switched my view to see Katie, now on all fours with about half of
Mangoon's foot long hot dog plugged into her blonde gash.  She was rocking
back and forth, jamming her tight pussy against the invader, her cunt
sleeve dragging a good inch of tight flesh outward on each outstroke.  That
had to be painful but at the same time I was sure he was providing her with
one of the most sexually exciting fucks of her young life.  Mentally, the
thought of all that black cock being shoved into such a tight and tender
hole was enough to get any randy teen off.  I saw her throw her head back
on her shoulders, her long blond hair almost dry now in the hot Malaysian
sun and shake her head around and around in complete abandon.



   Steve was sitting up now watching the young Chinese and his daughter
being thoroughly fucked.  He had his own nine-year-old Jennifer in his lap.
His fingers, against Idnani's orders, were dancing around in her bald baby
cunt.  The director and crew were so caught up in all the hot action they
were not paying any attention to Steve.



   Jennifer stood up and stepped out of her thong.  Her pussy lips
glistened with moisture.  She reached into the front of her dad's bathing
suit and whipped out his sturdy seven-inch cock.  This was the cock both
daughters had grown to love.  It was the cock Steve's six year old would
also learn to love in about a year.  First, a year of oral sex and then a
year of straight fucking.  At age nine plus, the tykes would be introduced
to anal and group sex, invited into swinging with Steve and his wife Alice
and anyone in the outback that came by.



   Through an Internet swapping ring, people from all the major Australian
cities and even from neighboring New Zealand scheduled vacations with Steve
and his sprawling ranch.  At tow grand a week per person it was not low
rent.  That gave them access to the food, lodging, drinking and all the sex
they wanted from the family members.  Of course not everyone was
automatically accepted.  Looks, wealth and a family of equally fuckable
kids were the qualifying aspects of getting granted a visit.



   Now Steve was sucking on her baby clit as she bent over the chaise.  He
had her legs pushed apart and his tongue was lapping at her pink folds and
brown nether ring of her anus.  Jennifer liked her dad's oral treatment
especially before he fucked her.  She was still at the point that his thick
cock caused her some pain unless she was thoroughly lubricated.  Sometimes
when she sucked him too long he got too excited and just jammed it in.  She
had to wait a few minutes for her tight cunt to lubricate to ease the pain.




   Mangoon was unable to hold out long with Katie's tight pussy.  The
combined action was approaching twenty-five minutes, way too long for a
thirty-minute loop.  Idnani glanced at Steve and instead of being pissed,
he was glad the dad had gotten a head start.  The action with the other two
was stopped.  Idnani had Katie and jai Ling get on their backs on a couple
of towels with their heads together and had the tow men come in both faces
and mouths.  The girls were both upset because they had not had time to cum
more than once or twice.  Mangoon was so close he only got straddled over
the two kids before he was plastering their faces and wide-open mouths with
loads of cum.  Jacques followed a few seconds later.



   Idnani started filming Steve while sending the two girls to get cleaned
up.  Katie hung back watching her dad fuck her younger sister.  As Jai Ling
went up the path she met Baby coming down with her mother.  Baby spotted
the hair comb the Chinese girl had worked in her hair and said she admired
it a lot.



   "Do you want to wear it for your shoot?  It is supposed to bring good
luck."



   "Oh, so neat," Baby exclaimed.  "Can you get it out?'



   "No, not here.  Let's go to the dressing room and I will work it out."



   Baby turned and waved to her mother who was going down the trail.  "I'll
be right down in a few minutes, Mom."



   Eleanor waved over her shoulder to say she had heard her and continued
on her way.  I was sitting there, waiting for Steve's final setup and
admiring his daughter's tight butt and pretty pussy when I heard a shout
and some commotion.



   Idnani had sentries surrounding the twelve-foot high wire fence topped
with razor sharp wire.  Almost every fifty feet a guard with automatic
weapons were perched both for security of the movie making and for the
man's personal security.  Someone with as much power as he had was sure to
make enemies.



   An armed sentry came running down the hill yelling.  As he got closer
his words became clearer.



   "Boss, boss, young misses, somebody take them!"



   "What in the Hell are you babbling about man, speak more clearly,"
Idnani bellowed.



   "The two young girls were grabbed by two men in ski masks and taken down
the cliff side trail."



   "Why in the fuck didn't you say so," the director yelled running towards
the exit form the pool.



   I sprinted form the chair and headed to the hilltop likewise.  I wished
there was some way I could have carried my gun but I had enough trouble
keeping my erect cock to stay in my shorts without crowding my gun in
there. Idnani was heavy but he ran a lot.  While a few of the guards were
huffing and puffing, Idnani and I crested the hill at the same time.



   "Tell the boat to close in." He turned to me, "Don't be too concerned.
There is only one exit at the bottom of the cliff side trail.  A short pier
is the only place they could load the girls on a boat and I have a motor
boat fully armed about to meet their boat."



   Sure enough about three quarters of the way down the trail two figures
emerged from some heavy growth, one had something over his shoulder but the
other didn't.



   "Where the fuck is the other girl?" Idnani growled to no one in
particular, perplexed that the tow intruders were only carrying the one
bundle.  Suddenly a boat came from around a cove in the big rocks and came
gliding up to the pier.  One man jumped out and held the boat against the
pier by a short rope.  The tow running figures were getting closer and
closer but suddenly Idnani's boat rounded the other cove and swept towards
the dock.  In the bow were tow men with automatic weapons.  The firefight
was brief.  Both men in the boat and the man not carrying anything went
down.  One of Idnani's men was hit.  The last man sat the bundle down and
put his hands up as the men swept ashore and threw hi to the ground.



   "Well?' Idnani growled into the walkie-talkie.



   "Sorry sir, he was carrying a bundle of sand in burlap bags.  There are
no girls here and the other three are dead."



   "Fuck.  Well where the Hell are the girls?"



   Just then the walkie-talkie sputtered.  "Mr.  Idnani, we've just had a
helicopter lift off from the western trail.  It's heading out across the
strait.  Over."



   Idnani threw the communications instrument on the ground and said in a
low voice, "Yea, with both those girls on board, I'm sure.  It was a nice
ploy.  Send the decoys to be caught at the pier while the two real
kidnappers went down the other trail to the only spot a helo could land
while our attention was diverted elsewhere."


Next: Chapter Ten: Abduction and Demands



   Chapter Ten



   We sat in the den, Idnani nursing a double bourbon, me sipping a cold
brew.  It was a dark moment, the photo shoot forgotten and concern for the
girls safety paramount.  Mrs.  Foreman was almost in hysterics running
around and weeping about her precious Baby being kidnapped by God knows who
or whom, what the fuck ever.



   Amona sat at Idnani's right, massaging the back of his hands and looking
deep into his face, whispering occasional comforting words I assumed.



   "We tracked the fuckers on our radar.  I've got a long range air search
radar up on the cliff facing in case the authorities plan a double cross of
me and send in the troops by air.  It'll pick up low flying aircraft out to
one hundred miles.  We tracked them to a point due east of George Town to
the north, and they were turning back northeast.  Best bet they were
heading for Thailand."



   He sipped his drink, the second he had poured.  I think Amona was
worried because usually Idnani never drank hard liquor, just a glass of
wine occasionally.  This event was weighing heavily on him.



   "I've made a lot of enemies in the business I am in.  Many people are
simply jealous of my success, others I have had to absorb into my business
possessions as I progressed, often against their wishes.  But, on the other
hand, I have many operatives at my beck and call out there.  Someone will
let me know where they are, especially since I have offered a twenty-five
thousand dollar reward for information that results in finding the girls."



   We had a small supper, the girls were in their rooms early, all being
very quiet in respect for what had happened.  Idnani had promised to fly us
back to K.L.  at first light and I had a nine a.m.  flight to Singapore. 
My meeting was scheduled for noon.  I tried consoling Eleanor but she was
just too upset.  She sat in her room, her son and daughter hugging her and
trying to soothe her.



   I tossed and turned for about an hour, considering whether to get up and
pour me a double Scotch in hope of finding sleep.  Sarah was too distraught
to talk to.  She felt she was the blame for Baby's capture although she had
been assigned to stay with the younger daughter and son.  I had put her to
bed with a kiss on the forehead about two hours ago.  Finally I got up and
moved to the den and the bar against one wall.  I was just poring a tumble
full of Scotch when a voice spoke behind me.



   "Kind of late to be drinking Palladin, can't sleep?"



   I turned and there was Amona standing by the open patio doors. 
Apparently she had been sitting on the patio in the cool of the evening.



   "Yea, I guess so.  How's Idnani, is he all right?"



   She shrugged her shoulders.  "He'll be O.K.  Just upset that someone has
the audacity to come into his own home and take something that is his.  He
is very possessive that way.  He feels Jai Ling was his.  He paid her
father ten thousand dollars U.S.  for her in China a year ago.  Brought her
here and trained her in all the skills of pleasing a man and looking like a
little Chinese kewpie doll while doing it.  He did very well, don't you
think?"



   "Oh yes, quite well.  That kid could sexually excite the Pope."



   "How about you, were you excited?"



   I had tried not to focus my eyes on the Indian woman's body.  She was
standing in front of a moonlit door, the light shining through the silky
gown she had on outlining all the curves of her full and mature body.  And,
she had a lot of curves.



   She saw my eyes roaming over her body.



   "Like?'



   "Very much so but you're married to a man and I am a guest in his
house."



   "Oh don't let that stop you.  I let Idnani fuck anything he wants and he
doesn't dare say a word about my straying.  Why do you think my two kids
are in private school in England?"



   "Kids, you have kids?"



   "Yes, a boy twelve and a girl ten.  I don't want Idnani fucking my
little princess and I'm afraid I couldn't keep my hands off my son's large
cock if I tried.  They will be home next month and I think they both will
be introduced to our sexual proclivities."



   "Do you think that is bad.  After all, Idnani's business involves at
least the illusion of deflowering young girls and often I think he actually
has that act done on film."



   "Oh quite often.  Many fathers bring their young daughters here for
first time sex.  Idnani checks them medically for some proof of at least
limited sexual activity and then films the initial sex act.  Would you like
to see one?"



   Without waiting for an answer form me she moved to the big screen
television and the entertainment center nearby.  She slipped a DVD into the
player.  I slipped off the bar stool I had been perched on and moved into
the den.  Amona sat on a couch and patted the seat next to her.



   "Here.  Sit.  I won't bite, at least too hard." She giggled.



   I gingerly eased my large frame onto the couch about a foot away but she
quickly scooted over until her warm thigh, separated by the thin silk only,
was pressed against my bare leg.  I was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts
and already afraid any disturbance down below would pop out the fly real
quick.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   The big screen flickered and a title page appeared.  "Lolita's Exposed"
was the main title which was the series Idnani filmed went under.  Then the
title, "Eight-Year Old is Taught by Daddy" followed by a brief on screen
introduction to the players.  Little Helen from England on vacation in
Thailand with her father Gregory, a tall man with graying hair and a slight
paunch.  No mention was made of where or if there was a Mrs.  Gregory. 
Just a brief little discussion from an off camera interviewer's voice I
immediately recognized as Idnani's questioning the girls sexual knowledge
and why the father wanted to fuck her on film.  The language was blunt, no
medical terms.



   "And, Gregory, how long have you lusted after your daughter's young
pussy?'



   Gregory answered in a Cockney accent, "Well sir, 'bouts as long as I can
remember.  When the missus birthed the child and I saw that little pink
slit and knew she was a girlie, I felt me old cock rising at that moment."



   "Really, at that early an age?'



   "Yep, no mistaking it.  Wanted to prong her all her life but the wife,
she says, 'Cool it Greg, not 'fore she's got some meat on 'er body so's you
won't kill her with that talliwhacker of yours.' He snorted in an odd
laugh."



   "And where is the missus?'



   "Oh she's back in Bangkok.  Great name.  Bang Cock.  'At's what she's
doing.  Got her an eleven and ten year old little street urchins to pump
that little pussy and ass of hers while I go gallivanting on me deflowering
trip.  She likes one in each hole at the same time, she does."



   "Does she approve of what you're doing?"



   "Ain't rightly got much choice, has she?  Not if she wants ole Greg boy
to put it to her regular like and feed her and the kid."



   "And have you done anything sexually with her yet, Greg?"



   "Oh yea, we've played suck Daddy's cock and watch him shoot his cream a
bunch of times but I ain't never poked her yet.  Just a wee bit of stinky
finger, ye know.  Ole Greg boy had to wait until the fruit was ripe for
picking, righto?"



   "And how did you know she was ripe, Greg?"



   "Oh ye know after a while.  Smell gets a little juicier and they start
to really like the action.  Moaning and wiggling and such.  Catch them
playing with their privates a lot, ye know?'



   "Have you had other young girls besides your own Greg?"



   "Oh sure, lots of 'em.  Back around the West End where we used to live,
I gives them a bob or two and they let's ole Greg see there little
knickers. Got them coming back again and again for the shillings and them
willing to do more and more for the dough and the excitement.  Best when
you get two moppets together, they feel braver.  Shagged many a little
fluff in some old building or back at the flat.  Missus got a little upset
when I shooed her and the brat out while I did me thing.  Wanted to stay
and watch she did.  Every now and then we'd send the tot down the hall and
we'll all play.  Missus loves to suck virgin pussy right before they gets
their cherries plowed, righto?"



   The entire time this dialogue was going on, the camera was having a love
affair with little Helen.  Dressed like Alice in Wonderland but without the
benefit of any knickers, the camera was playing peek-a-boo with her
hairless slit as she climbed in and out of the chair.  My cock was stiff as
a board and the warmth of Amona's thigh did nothing to lessen the heat. 
Suddenly she slid her hand onto my lap and into the gap in my boxers,
grabbing my Johnson and sliding him out into the clear.  His big head was
already slimy with pre-cum that had oozed from the piss slit.



   "Hmmm, Palladin, you do have a whopper here just like I'd heard.  Mind
if I get a little taste?"



   Before I could reply she had dropped her face into my lap and was busy
snarfing on Mr.  Peckerhead for all she was worth while I entwined my hands
in her beautiful black tresses.  I leaned back and watched the big screen
as Greg undressed his daughter, put her on the bed and began to eat her
pussy.  The tykes face went into orgasmic spasms as he laboriously tongued
and bathed her bald patch.  I thought she was going to rip what little hair
he still had on his balding head off before he pulled his saliva slicked
face out of her cunt.  He shucked off his trousers to reveal a very long
and thin cock.  It was close to ten inches long with a slim head.



   Sliding up her body along her tit-less chest until his bony ass was
nestled right over her rib cage, he poked at her closed lips with his cock
head.



   "Open Helen like the good girlie you are an' suck yer Daddy's prong like
I taught you."



   Helen shook her head no, vigorously.  Greg prodded again, leaving a
large wet smear across her top lip.



   "Open your fuckin' trap yer little bitch or I'll give yer what for," he
yelled.



   Helen dutively opened her mouth and let the long prod slide in.  Greg
immediately shoved a good six or seven inches into the small mouth until
the thin head was surely into the entrance of her throat.  God, I thought,
no wonder the kid didn't want to suck his cock if this was what she had to
go through each time.



   Amona was doing a good job on my Johnson.  I felt her hands pushing at
my butt cheeks and finally figured she wanted me to reposition myself on
the couch.  I stood up and she maneuvered me with her hands until I was
lying on my back, still able to watch the television screen on my right. 
She pushed hard behind my knees and I brought my knees up until my butt was
in the air.  She shoved a pillow under my ass and then her mouth went to
town on my asshole.  The Indian wife and mother knew how to suck ass.  Her
talented tongue was like a warm worm easing up my shitter until she was a
good three inches deep and rooting around like Roter-Rooter.



   Greg had slid off his little girl's body and had jacked her legs
straight up and put his cock tip at the entrance to her slit.  Helen
grunted several time and cried out as he penetrated her vagina, not
stopping at her hymen and busted her cherry.  I could hear Idnani's off
camera voice saying "Easy, not too fast, make it last a while."



   "Is this where he pops her cherry?" Amona asked pulling her face out of
my butt crack.



   "Ah huh," I gasped as she poked two fingers up my butt.



   "Watch this little bitch getting turned on.  By the end it's all ole
Greg boy can do to keep his pole in her she's so excited."



   Sure enough within ten minutes the tiny butt hoisted into the air was
bouncing all over the bed as Greg piled his cock deep into the small cunt.
A small amount of red blood was seeping from her slit down across her ass
but there was so much pussy juice the color was very diluted.



   Amona had come out of my ass and was pulling her nightgown over her
head.



   "Amona, what about your husband?"



   Just then a deep voice spoke from the patio, "Oh he doesn't mind as long
as he can play too."



   I jerked my head towards the patio door and saw the husband entering
through the opened glass doors.  He had a thick nine inch cock, every bit
as big as mine, in his hand and was entirely naked.  He was massaging his
cock, in full erection and heading directly for the two of us.



   "Idnani, I can explain..." I started.



   "Explain?  Explain what?  My wife knows this is one of my favorite
movies especially when he fucks her ass next and puts all that foot long
cock up her tight shit chute.  You know what happens then?  I come out from
behind the camera and we double fuck the little eight year old's pussy and
ass.  Definitely one of my best sellers.  And, do you know what I want to
do right now?"



   "No, I'm afraid I don't unless it's kill me," I said barely breathing.



   "Oh no, my good man, nothing of the contrary.  I want you to fuck my
wife's beautiful asshole while I fuck her still tight cunt.  Is that all
right with you?"



   I remember her whispering in my ear as her husband was fucking her cunt,
"Please Palladin, put that monster in my tight ass.  I'm still real tight
back there and I've never taken anyone as large as you."



   How could I refuse either request.  And that's what we did for most of
the night.  Switching places often, Amona sucking us back to rigidity as we
weakened in the early hours.  About four in the morning I drifted off and
was awaken at six thirty by a perky Amona with coffee.



   "Breakfast is up in ten minutes.  You'd better get a shower, you smell a
little ripe for your flight and big meeting."



   We flew back and I went back to the hotel and got to the high rise with
five minutes to spare.  I walked into the conference room and looked down
the twenty foot long mahogany table to see who my opposite number was going
to be for the Malaysian conglomerate we were dealing with.  I don't know
why I was surprised to see Idnani sitting in that vaulted position, I
should have caught on a long time ago.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   We met both days staying late in the night the first day.  I was
frazzled but managed to keep alert and polite enough to impress everyone
there with my wit and my ability to negotiate.  My boss popped by on the
second day, a brief stop in his Lear jet on a flight from Tokyo to
Melbourne.  He took me to lunch and told me how impressed he was with the
way I was handling his Far East office.  My ass hole was puckered waiting
for him to relate some of the goings on he might have heard about my
exploits.



   He informed me after I wrapped up in Singapore he wanted me to take two
weeks off to recover form my Zamboanga and Singapore incidents with the
terrorists.  "Pick a spot, anywhere you want and don't go light on the
charges.  Shit, our commission out of this deal is a cool seven mill.  I
figure your part is at least ten percent and I'm banking that in your
retirement account.  How do you feel about that?"



   That Friday afternoon I met Idnani at a private club where he was
President in the business district.  He had a private room reserved and we
sat down for a long lunch.



   "My operatives were very quick in supplying the information I wanted.  I
had to pay seventy five large to get it but no one fucks with me like that.
There were no terrorists involved, it was more of a disgruntled business
deal, if that.  Have you ever heard of Chaka Zing?"



   "Sounds familiar," I said between mouthfuls of Malaysian delicacies.



   "Chaka is an ole Pacific Rim rival of mine out of Hong Kong.  When I was
on the mainland a year ago I was looking for Jai Ling.  A photographer from
Tokyo had snapped her picture at a small mountainside school she was
attending at age seven plus.  I immediately recognized the sensuality of
the facial features and had to have her for my films.  Unfortunately, Chaka
also saw her picture and sought after her.  I beat him to her.  Since then
Chaka has become one of my biggest buyers of my films if Jai Ling is in
them.  He craves anything Jai Ling."



   "Why, what's his fascination?"



   "Who knows.  What drove the teacher to search for Lolita until it
destroyed him?  Something someone sees in a child.  Beyond the beauty of
the face there is a mirror to the soul and that soul can also be a mirror
to the passion of the body.  The manner of a smile, the twisting of a lip,
the way she walks or stands.  Haven't you ever been attracted by a Lolita,
Palladin?"



   "Oh yes, many times.  My greatest weakness in my life.  Sometimes I will
have to tell you of some of my conquests and failures."



   "Was this before you deflowered your older daughter and screwed your
youngest?"



   "You believe me now, who I really am?"



   "I had some of my people in the states verify you.  It got back to me
last night.  You appear to be genuine but I worry about your service in the
Rangers.  It is unusual for a reserve to be given permission to try out for
that elite group more or less actually make it but you did.  In this world,
since 9-11, one can never be certain of anything.  It is possible you have
been a sleeper for the CIA all that time.  Highly unlikely but possible."



   "I had some friends with the right pull to get into the Ranger school.
Believe me, there were many times I wished I had not had that pull.  As far
as me being a CIA sleeper, I think they would have thrown me under the jail
by now for all the things I've done since the Gulf."



   Idnani took a another sip of wine and wiped his gray whiskers.  "I am
going to go out on a limb here.  I have the Baby's enraged mother
threatening to bring down the entire British empire on my head if I can't
get her child back.  Unfortunately between her loud mouth and her
connections in Hong Kong she probably can.  I need someone smart, discreet
and able to think on his feet to act as my negotiator.  Can I trust you?"



   "Let me read between the lines," I said, sitting back in my plush, red
velvet chair and pushing the expensive china plate away.  I took a sip of
wine and looked him deep into the eyes.  "Chaka took your prized possession
because he was not happy just watching Jai Ling on film, he wanted the real
article, no knockoff DVD picture.  Correct so far?"



   "Your elevator is still going full speed to the top floor, don't stop
now."



   "O.K., Chaka has money and connections.  If he wanted to embarrass you,
he would do...  what?" I paused, deep in thought.  "Start making his own
films with jai Ling to show you he had obtained her?  Possibly.  Or, maybe
just put her on the end of his dog chain to trot her around in front of all
your mutual clients and business acquaintances.  I prefer the latter
explanation, am I close?"



   "Your elevator just went through the penthouse roof.  Congratulations
and very astute.  Worthy of a Chinese scholar but not quite an Indian
mind."



   I did a mock half mock to his intelligence.  "All right, there is the
problem, what is the solution?"



   "I'm willing to obtain your services though your company, is that all
right?'



   "Actually, my boss just let me off for two weeks for some R & R.  I was
thinking of either Bangkok or Hong Kong.  Maybe Hong Kong would be the
better choice.  And, as far as hiring me through the company, let's keep
this off the payroll.  I'll call it doing something for a friend and we'll
decide what the favor is worth later.  Fair enough?"



   "Very fair enough.  Now let's get down to plans."



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   Idnani's people were making all my travel arrangements.  I had
previously called Na Ching and she was doing fine but taking the rest of
the semester off from school and not working for the hotel.  I told her I
had two weeks off and asked her if she would travel with me.  To my delight
she said yes.  I called her back from Idnani's office and said I needed to
combine business with pleasure and go to Hong Kong or possibly China.  I
told her I needed a interpreter and since it was such an important job, the
company was willing to pay five hundred U.S.  a day plus expenses.  I
didn't mention the main reason I was going and she was thrilled to travel
and work for me at the same time.



   I went and checked out of my hotel and picked her up on the way to the
airport.  She was dressed in a light blue polka dot cotton dress, scooped
necked to show her bronzed cleavage off to the best advantage and looking
as lovely as ever.  Either the bruised lip and cheek had healed or she was
a magician at makeup.



   Our flight was on Cathay Pacific in first class.  Na Ching sipped her
champagne and picked at her shrimp cocktail.



   "You're not working for the hotel, waiting for a client to eat before
you take a bite.  Get busy on those jumbo shrimp even if that is the worst
oxymoron I know of."



   She smiled up at me, nibbling on one end of a shrimp.  "That's me the
moron.  Still jumping at every shadow or loud voice.  Yesterday I left my
apartment to buy some tea at the market and some teenager was riding behind
me on his bike on the street and yelled at a girl in a shop doorway across
the street.  I screamed and almost fell down.  Normal people don't do that,
do they?"



   "Look, Na Ching, there is no way I can erase what has happened to you.
Things will get better over time, I promise.  The mind has a way of healing
itself from everything most of the time.  What you are experiencing is post
traumatic stress syndrome, the same thing soldiers get coming back from
war. In the big one they just used to call it being shell shocked but today
they know it is not that simple.  Sometimes it remains un-manifested for
decades and then suddenly come rushing back at someone from nowhere.  My
father knew a fighter pilot who flew in Vietnam.  He survived the Hanoi
Hilton, do you know what that was?"



   She nodded yes.



   "Anyway, he got back all right, got out of the service and started
flying for United.  At age fifty-two during an overnight flight from San
Fran to New York he started seeing little yellow men creeping across the
darkened wing of the jet towards the cockpit.  Damned near crashed the
plane before the co-pilot got control.  There are no guarantees but you
will get better."



   "I hope so Palladin," she said, grabbing my arm above the elbow and
squeezing me tight.  "Anyway, I really don't care for jumbo shrimp that
much so I'm just not going to eat them, O.K.?"



   In the past, going into Hong Kong's international airport was always an
Disney E ticket.  For the Disney challenged, when the park in California
first opened and for many years after, when you bought an admission book
you got a bunch of tickets with letters on them.  The higher the letter the
bigger the ride attraction.  Whereas The Mad Hatter's Tea Party may rate a
B ticket, Pirates of the Caribbean was always an E ticket.  So you
sparingly used your E tickets to go to the good attractions or you were
forced to pay inflated prices to buy individual E tickets.



   As you flew into Hong Kong, to land at Kai Tak Airport, you were forced
to come in from the mountain, inland side, dip down at a dizzying rate of
descent, almost like a Japanese kamikaze pilot and touch down on a runway
jetting out into the bay looking like a band aide on an elephant's butt. 
People working in the hillside high rise office buildings often glanced up
to the roar of a jet engine to see a jumbo jet at eye level close enough to
see the wide eyed horrified stares of the passengers with their faces
pressed to the planes windows.  Many a pilot had made brown on their first
few flights into Kai Tak when there was s sudden downdraft or wind gust. 
The fact the only major crashes occurred out on the waters of the bay and
not on some high rise was a minor miracle.



   But in 1990, the British wishing to give the new owners of the island,
the Chinese the best of all worlds brought in Bechtel to lead a large
engineering conglomerate in building a brand new, high tech airport that
would relieve the strain on an already overcrowded Kai Tak.  By June of
1997, when the British turned over the keys to the city, the airport was
almost fully completed, early and a cost savings of almost a billion big
ones.  My current boss' firm cut it's Pacific Rim teeth on this deal and
got a foothold in Asia.  And, by theway, made my boss a millionaire.
-------------------- Copyright (C) 2002, Dark Tower Gunslinger.  ALL Rights
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