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 Title: Little White Slave Girls
Part: Completely
Author: Tinus
Keywords: Mf gi pedo rape tort
Summary: The agent of FBI investigates operations on trade in white
girls - slaves.  He rescues one of girls which perverts from a mafia have
raped and have tortured.  He falls in love with this girl.  And soon he
rescues some more girls.  He had a small harem.





























   ========= This story is a work of fiction ========





   Little White Slave Girls

   Written by Tinus
comments_readers: This story is co-written by OldBoy





   Don Guido was angry.  His underlings had messed up and one of the little
girls had escaped from the clutches of the Mafia.  This could be a serious
threat to their criminal organization and to the image they had so
carefully cultivated in recent years, an image of a kindly organization
that brought peace and security to endangered neighborhoods by driving out
teen gangs etc.



   Gone were the days of warfare between mob factions and of drive-by
shootings.  Now mafia leaders presented themselves as legitimate
businessmen dressed in conservative suits.  They took pains to disguise
their illegal operations although they still engaged in them.  The
prostitution and drug operations, money laundering, protection and loan
shark operations were still there but were no longer so obvious to the
public.



   However the most explosive operation of all in which the Mafia was
involved was the kidnap and exploitation of children, especially of pretty
little girls.  Their captors made the girls engage in sexual activities and
filmed them.  There was a vast international market for such stuff as well
as for more modest nude photography.  Beyond that, there were men who paid
well for young girls that they could molest, rape, and even torture.  After
that most of the poor girls disappeared.



   Now one of the little girls who had been involved in such forced
modeling and sex films had escaped because her guards had been careless. 
Immediately one of his lieutenants, Carlo, was sent with his men to find
the girl.  Don Guido summoned the guards to answer for this.  Marco,
another lieutenant, brought them before the powerful Don.  The two men
stood trembling before him as their leader vented his anger upon them.



   "Do you two realize the seriousness of what you have done?  If that
little girl gets away and tells her story to the police we are going to
have investigators raiding our operations and seeking out the slave girls
that we have so carefully hidden away.  How could you have been so
careless?"



   One of the men tried to speak up to defend himself but he was quickly
silenced by the hulking goon holding onto him.  Don Guido then pronounced
sentence.  "We must make an example of you two.  Marco, you know what to do
with them." He turned then and left the room.  Marco took charge and before
the night was over the two men who had messed up were wearing cement
overshoes and were feeding the fishes somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.



   Don Guido went home to his loving family and spent a pleasant evening
with them.  He had a pretty little granddaughter, Theresa, who loved to
climb on his lap and have her kindly Grandpa tickle her a little.  Guido
loved the little girl and would never do anything to harm her of course. 
After her bedtime came and her mother put her to bed, the man excused
himself to take care of some business elsewhere on the grounds of his large
estate.



   Guido entered the private cottage and was greeted by the caretaker who
then left.  Guido entered the room where his latest slave girl now lived.
The pretty little girl looked very much like his granddaughter Theresa with
her long dark hair.  She came to him wearing only panties and bowed down
submissively before the powerful Don.



   Guido was in a good mood and so he would not beat the girl this evening.
"You may suck my cock, little one, and then we will enjoy a nice fuck
together.  Would you like that?"



   "Yes, Grandpa," she answered, calling him that as she had been
instructed to do.  Guido may not have been able to rape his granddaughter
but he would fantasize that it was her as he raped the little slave girl
now beginning to suck his cock up hard for him.  Being the Don was a good
thing, he thought.



   * * * *



   Marco had taken care of the two former guards.  Meanwhile Carlo and his
men were busy tracking down the little girl who had escaped.  He knew she
would be frightened and unlikely to trust anyone now that she had gotten
away from her captors.  There was still a good chance that they might find
her before she told anyone with any authority of her ordeal and of the
other girls who had been held captive with her.



   He hoped to get this over with quickly.  Carlo was far more interested
in kidnaping little girls and abusing them than in tracking down one who
had managed to escape.  When he found her he would make her sorry she had
ever thought of getting away from the men who now owned her.  When they
finished working her over and raping her, they would give her away to one
of their more sadistic clients.  That man would prolong her final suffering
for many days.



   The men searched the grounds of the large estate hoping to find the
escaped girl hiding in the bushes but she was not there.  Somehow she must
have slipped out through the main entrance without setting off the alarm.
Damn, this was going to be harder than he thought.  Carlo and his men left
the estate on foot, combing the neighboring streets, looking in all the
dark places where a frightened little girl might hide.



   Carlo and his men came upon a little girl who was wandering around in
the dark.  At first they thought it was the girl they were after but it
turned out to be another little girl.  She had left her house to look for
her puppy who had run off.  The men would love to take her captive and
amuse themselves with the girl but Carlo told them to let her go.  He knew
that they needed to find the escaped girl first or Don Guido would have
their heads.  So the little girl ran back home, never knowing how lucky she
had been to be let go.



   * * * *



   Ingrid was very scared.  She saw two men approaching and thought they
might be after her.  She crouched behind some bushes until the two men
passed by.  They had been drinking and were now laughing and telling each
other tales that did not make much sense.  As the men staggered on down the
street the little girl scurried along the street looking for some place
where she might hide.  Her bare feet were hurting after she had run so far.




   Ingrid knew that there would be bad men coming after her.  It was
important to them that she did not tell her story about the other girls
that they held captive, and about what they had done to them and to her. 
Her little pussy was so sore after the men's cocks had stretched her open
so much.  The two guards had gone off to drink from a bottle after they had
raped her and left her lying on the bed.



   The little girl discovered that they had failed to lock her door.  She
snuck out without the men seeing her, and then she ran as fast as her legs
could go to get as far away as possible from them.  She knew if they found
her they would do terrible things to her.  She did not know where she could
go.  This place was unfamiliar to her as she had been taken far away from
her home when she was kidnaped.  She no longer trusted anyone after the
nasty things that had been done to her.



   Then as she continued to scurry along the street keeping to the shadows
someone did spot her by her movements.  Suddenly a man appeared and he
grabbed her.  Ingrid kicked and screamed, trying vainly to squirm away. 
The man clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her but he did not do
anything to hurt her.  In fact he spoke softly to the girl and tried to
calm her down.



   * * * *



   I had been on a stakeout conducting surveillance on the Mafia compound.
It was boring work but the F.B.I.  was hoping to gather evidence that could
be used to prosecute Don Guido.  Little did I know that the van that had
driven off from the compound awhile ago carried two men who were going to
their deaths.  That would have been quite a prize if we had known about it.



   My relief showed up and took over the surveillance.  I left the hidden
observation post to walk the two blocks to where my car was parked.  I was
tired and looking to go home to a hot shower and a good night's rest.  A
couple of drunks came staggering down the street.  They must have come from
the neighborhood tavern a block away, chased out by closing hour no doubt.



   I crossed over the street to avoid the men.  After they passed my eyes
caught some movement in the bushes that bordered the street.  At first I
thought it was some animal but then I saw the flash of what appeared to be
a child's bare legs.  What was a child doing out here in the middle of the
night, and scurrying along through the bushes like someone being hunted?  I
circled around and waited for her.



   Suddenly I held a frightened little girl who was kicking and trying to
get away from me.  I tried to calm her down.  I held her up in the dim
light from a street light as she kicked and screamed.  I clamped a hand
over her mouth to silence her.  I was surprised to find a little girl
wandering around in the dark wearing only panties.  Indeed the panties were
torn and practically useless.  I also noticed that she had been whipped and
raped.  She still had blood and stuff seeping from her vagina.



   "Shhh, you need to be quiet, little girl.  If you scream some bad men
may come out here to see what is going on.  I am a police officer and I am
not going to hurt you, I promise.  Now just calm down and tell me why you
are sneaking around out here in the middle of the night."



   Gradually the girl did calm down and quit her struggling.  I set her
down on her feet and took my hand away from her mouth.  "We need to get you
off the street before someone else spots you nearly naked like this.  Come
with me to my car, little girl." I was surprised how quickly she was
willing to do that.  Evidently she felt safer in my car than here on the
street.



   I didn't realize it at the time but Carlo and his henchmen were not far
behind us.  Later I learned that they saw me lifting the injured girl into
my car.  They got close before I drove away with her and Carlo was able to
read my license plate.  From their paid contacts on the police force they
were able to get my name and address.  But for now the little girl was safe
with me.



   I coaxed her to tell me what had happened to her.  Slowly, haltingly,
crying, the little girl told me her amazing story.



   It seemed that she had been kidnaped two years ago from an orphanage in
some distant city where she had lived ever since she was a baby.  The
orphanage had too many children living there and so after a brief search
for the missing girl no one continued to look for her.



   The people at the orphanage did not realize it but some Mafia underlings
had followed the pretty 5 year old girl and captured her.  The Mafia liked
to get them young when the girls were very trainable.  Orphanages were a
good source for little slave girls as the girls would not be missed much
and the police would not do much to find them.  Ingrid was quickly moved to
another city.



   The girl told me that at first she was treated well.  They fed her well
and she had beautiful clothes, much better than the poor food and
hand-me-down clothes she was used to at the orphanage.  At 5 she was used
for modeling work.  First she was trained to model in small dresses and
flash some panties.  She didn't realize that it was naughty then because
she was still too young and innocent.  But later she had to model tiny
bikinis and at 6 she had to model just skimpy panties.  Sometimes the thong
panties were so loose that the pictures clearly showed her bald and smooth
pussy.



   Don Guido took a personal interest in her.  Because he liked her he was
very careful with the girl.  He had instructed his underlings quite
clearly. No one was to touch a young virgin girl until it was time for her
to meet a client.  Their clients paid well to deflower a little virgin.  As
his underlings knew the punishment for disobeying an order could be death,
they were very careful to keep their young slave girls safe and secure
while they were still virgins.



   At 6 Ingrid had to pose naked pretending she was playing with herself.
She didn't know what to do at first but soon she discovered her pleasure
spots.  Helped by a female instructor she really got the hang of it.  While
other girls her age were starting school and learning their A B Cs, Ingrid
was learning about her sexuality.  All the modeling pictures and later her
nude videos earned good money for Don Guido and his Mafia gang.



   Last week was her 7th birthday.  Don Guido said it was time for her
first paying customer.  Ingrid didn't know what was meant by that but she
did find out that night.  Her virginity was auctioned off to one of the
discreet men who had bought her videos.



   She had to dress in a very sexy pre-teen outfit.  A very short sundress,
no undershirt, some small silk panties and some sandals.  Then Ingrid was
driven by two henchmen to a large house somewhere else in the city.  She
was left alone in a room and didn't know what to expect until a very fat
and brutal looking man entered the room.



   He had a case with him which he placed on the table.  He approached her
and suddenly ripped the thin dress from her body shredding it to pieces. 
She screamed but he just laughed, enjoying her fright.  There was drool
running from his mouth when he looked at her in her thin silk panties.



   He grabbed her again and slammed her onto the bed.  She tried to kick
him with her legs and she did manage to kick him in his fat stomach.  He
told her she would be sorry for that and he grabbed her legs.  Her sandals
already flew off and he grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her,
tearing the flimsy garment.  When she tried to kick him again he punched
her hard in the stomach.



   She doubled over.  He punched her in the chest, smashing his fist into
her tiny pink nipples which were almost crushed under the force of it.  He
forced her down on the bed and knelt on her body while he undressed.  Then
he forced the big fat thing between his legs into her virgin pee-pee.  That
hurt her so badly that she screamed until her voice broke and she could
scream no more.



   Ingrid felt a searing pain burning inside her body all the time the big
man pumped her tiny slit with his monster thing and she almost passed out
from the pain.  When she felt his hot liquid spurting into her she thought
it would be over.  But then he turned her on her belly with her bottom
raised in the air.



   After that she felt great pain on her back and her buttocks because he
whipped her with his belt.  She couldn't scream anymore but it hurt
terribly.  Apparently the man got horny again from the whipping because she
then felt that big thing between his legs poking against her bottom again.



   She thought, "No, not in my pee-pee again." But then she felt her poop
hole tear open because he was forcing his big thing in there.  She had
never felt any pain like that before and she passed out.  When she came to
again she was lying on her back.  Her hands were tied over her head and her
legs were tied widely spread.  She noticed that some blood smeared liquid
was pouring out of her pee-pee and her butt hole.



   Seeing that the little girl had regained consciousness, the fat man took
some shiny little clamps from the case on the table.  Ingrid screamed with
pain as he caught her tiny nipples in the clamps, hurting her.  She
screamed even louder when the man managed to get her tiny sensitive clittie
to poke out of its prepuce, and he clamped it too.  That really hurt a lot.
The cruel man laughed at her as she squirmed about in naked agony.  Then he
took his belt again to whip her some more.



   Ingrid bucked up in pain as the belt hit her across her flat chest.  It
felt like it might rip her clamped nipples off.  She tried to move away but
just couldn't.  The whipping went on and on, making stripes and welts on
her chest, belly, pee-pee and thighs.  When the belt caught her clamped
clittie the pain was so great that she passed out again.



   When she woke up the man was gone.  The awful clamps were gone too but
the bruised bits of her nipples and clittie still ached terribly.  One of
the Mafia henchmen lifted her up, put on the remnants of her ripped dress
and panties and carried her out to the car.  When he turned around she
tried to escape from the car and run off but he quickly caught her and
dragged her back.



   The two men were very angry with her for trying to run away.  They drove
her back to the Mafia compound and then they stripped her naked again.  Now
that she was no longer a virgin the men were free to have sex with the
young girl and so they did.  They raped her again, not caring that she had
already been badly whipped and raped by the client.



   The two men took turns, one of them raping her while the other man
videotaped it.  They knew that such sex tapes of a little girl being raped
would bring a good price.  They hurt her already abused pussy badly by
forcing their big organs into her and ripping her open again.  She didn't
even have the power to scream anymore.  She just cried and trembled in
agony.



   When they were done the men left her lying on the bed.  They went to the
next room and began drinking from a bottle, making jokes about what they
had done to the little girl.  Somehow Ingrid managed to rouse herself from
all the pain.  She discovered that they had failed to lock the door to her
room.



   The only thing she could slip on were the torn panties.  Her dress was
too badly shredded to wear anymore so she was almost naked but she didn't
care.  She had to get away from these awful men.  So she slipped out and
ran away from the estate before she was missed.  She knew to stoop down low
passing through the main gate so as not to set off the alarm.  Running hurt
her bare feet.  She hid in the bushes outside the compound knowing they
would come looking for her.



   That's were I found her.  I had never heard anything more amazing in my
life.  Ingrid she was an orphan and there was nobody to miss her when she
was kidnaped.  All alone in the world she had fallen into the hands of the
mob.  She had been raped by a cruel fat sadist and then by the two Mafia
henchmen.



   I swore to get revenge for her but first I had to take care of her.  I
needed to take her away from here and treat her bruised and battered body.
I drove her to my place and carried her inside.  She was too weak to walk
and so I lifted her out of the car.  Lifting her up hurt her so much that
she passed out again.  Quickly I carried her in and laid her down on the
bed in the spare room.



   I had some training as an Army medic.  I checked her over quickly and
found no broken bones and so I figured that I could treat the girl's
injuries myself.  Some of them were real bad though.  I could see that her
pussy and ass were injured badly too because the ripped panties were
smeared with blood.



   I would rather not let other people know about the girl for now.  I
realized that I would need to let my superiors at the F.B.I.  know about
the girl.  She might be useful to nail the Mafia Don Guido and bring him
and his foul organization down.  But first the little girl needed to
recover from her awful injuries.  I thought we had made our getaway cleanly
without being discovered.  It was days later when I discovered how wrong I
was.



   When Ingrid came around again she looked real scared at me.  She didn't
trust anyone anymore.  She had just been brutally raped and in her nearly
nude state with an adult man watching her now she was feeling even more
suspicious of my intentions.  I smiled at her reassuringly.



   "You will have to trust me Ingrid, because I will have to take care of
your injuries.  I promise not to hurt you.  Well not on purpose anyway. 
Treating your injuries may hurt a bit but I will be very careful.  But
treating your injures I will need to examine your naked body, even your
forbidden spots.  Do you understand why I need to do that?"



   Ingrid still was suspicious but she understood that her injuries would
have to be taken care of.Indeed she wanted me to look at them because she
was so sore.  Her privates hurt real bad too and although she wasn't
looking forward to letting an adult man touch them again she was afraid of
the consequences if she didn't.  She knew about the danger of infection.



   So she nodded at me, giving me permission to treat her.  I told her to
wait a bit as I was first going to prepare a warm bath for her.  She had to
soak her body first to wash any filth from the wounds before I could
examine and treat them.



   I went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water.  Not too
warm because that would only hurt her injuries more.  And no soap either
for the same reason.



   When I went back to the guest room to help her to the bathroom she was
still lying on her back as if she didn't dare to move because of the hurt.



   "Can you walk by yourself or do I need to carry you?" I asked the
trembling girl.



   "I don't think I can move but I'm also afraid it will hurt if you touch
me," the frightened girl said.



   "I will be very careful," I said as I bent over to lift her up.



   Although I lifted her up very carefully and was careful not to touch the
worst wounded spots she still moaned in pain.  I carried her to the
bathroom and set her down on her feet next to the bath.



   "I will have to remove your panties now, Ingrid." I said, waiting for
her permission.



   She just nodded again.  Although there wasn't much left of the torn
panties it just hid the most private spot a little girl has.  I carefully
lowered her blood drenched ripped panties and her smooth but bruised pussy
came in sight.  I held my breath as I removed her panties completely. 
There was blood dripping from her pussy.  There must be a cut or something
there.  I would have to look into that but first her bath.



   Carefully I lifted her again and lowered her into the warm water.  She
cried out a bit because the warm water stung her injuries at first.  After
she got used to it she sighed and let herself soak.  She found the water
relaxing now.  I looked her over.  She was clearly visible though the clear
water although it was colored red a bit from the blood her injuries exuded.



   I let her soak for awhile and went to the spare room.  There were
several blood stains on the bedspread and so I removed it.  I placed a
large towel on the bed so I could lay her down on it later to examine her
and prevent any stains on the sheets.



   Then I went back to the bathroom to dry Ingrid and take her to the spare
room again.  Lifting her injured body out of the bath caused some more
moans again so I took the softest towel to dry her not to cause her more
pain than necessary.



   When she was dry I carried her to the spare room again and set her down
on the bed.  She clung to her towel to hide her naked body from me although
she knew only too well that I needed to examine her injured body.



   "Maybe you better lie on your belly first, darling.  I will examine your
back first." I said.  I was hardly aware that I had used an endearment
instead of her name.  I guess I was becoming attached to the poor girl. 
She gave me a little smile.



   That seemed to comfort her and ever so carefully she turned and laid
down on her belly.  The towel still covered her.  Slowly I lowered it down
to expose her back but I left it still covering her bum.  Examining her
back I found bad bruises, whip marks and even some cuts.  I took some
sterilizing cream and rubbed her back with it.  The cuts weren't that bad
and I only had to place band aids on two of the worst ones.



   Then I removed the towel from her bum and she startled a bit.  I
comforted her while I inspected her badly bruised bum.  There were whip
marks there too and some bite marks but luckily no cuts.  I had to inspect
her anus too and so I spread her little buttocks.  She startled again but
didn't stop me.  She understood that it was necessary.



   There were some cracks around her anal opening but nothing too bad.  So
I took some more disinfecting cream and rubbed her bum and even her anal
opening with it.  She flinched when I rubbed the cream over and even a bit
inside her bum hole.  I pushed just a little of it in the back hole with my
finger to disinfect the cracks.



   "Time to turn over darling," I said after examining her thighs and
rubbing some cream on the welts and bruises there.  She looked up at me and
seemed scared again.  "You will have to trust me, darling.  I saw some
nasty cuts that need to be treated.  Please, I will be very careful."



   She sighed and slowly turned onto her back with a grimace of pain on her
face.  When her injured front came into sight I sighed and grumbled at the
same time.  I sighed because she was beautiful.  (I didn't even know such a
pre-teen body could excite me.) I grumbled for the anger inside me towards
the men who had hurt this kid so badly.



   Once she laid on her back I inspected her chest.  There were also a lot
of bad bruises, whip marks and bite wounds there.  But the worst of it was
her left nipple.  It looked like someone had tried to bite it off and it
was bleeding a bit.  I soothed her chest and belly with some disinfecting
cream again and even her torn nipple which caused painful moans again.  I
place a band aid over it and moved on.



   I inspected her legs and feet.  Although badly bruised they seemed to be
fine.  Inspecting her feet I noticed there were even bite marks on her
toes. I felt sorry for this girl.  She must have been in great pain, but no
more.  I made her this silent promise.



   I soothed her feet and legs, even the inside of her thighs with the
cream and she seemed to relax.  But then it was time for her most secret
spot.  I was afraid of what I would find there because there was still a
little blood dripping onto the towel.



   I tried to spread her legs but she startled again and tried to keep them
closed.  I didn't say anything and just waited for her to relax and accept
that I had to touch her there.  It took her awhile but then she relaxed and
spread her legs by herself.



   I looked at her wounded vagina.  Gently I spread the puffy little girl
parts that were the beginnings of her labia.  I immediately found where the
blood was coming from.  She had a tear of about half an inch in her left
labia.  That had to be stitched to close it properly.  I examined her some
more and detected some small cracks of the vaginal tissue inside her pussy.
She must have been stretched forcefully with a big cock.



   That would need some disinfecting cream too.  That would mean I had to
push some in with my fingers.  She wouldn't like that.  I told her about
the tear and that it had to be stitched.  I could take her to a hospital or
I could do it myself.  It would hurt just a little.  It would be of no use
to anesthetize it because that would mean two pricks and so would a stitch.



   She pleaded with me not to take her to a hospital because she was too
scared that the Mafia would find out she had been there.  Besides she would
be embarrassed to let another man look at her pussy and touch her there.



   So I had to do it then.  I prepared a stitch from my medic case and told
her to hold her breath.  I stuck the needle through one side of the tear
and she flinched a little.  Quickly I pricked it through the other side and
drew the stitch through it.  I tied a knot over it and the tear closed up
nicely.  Immediately the bleeding stopped and the tear was hardly visible
anymore.  That would heal nicely.



   "That wasn't so that bad, was it?" I asked her and all she did was smile
weakly.  She had got used to me examining her now and she saw that she
could trust me.  There was still one embarrassing thing for her to endure
though.  I had to rub the disinfecting cream over and even in her cunny.



   I took some of it and rubbed it carefully over her bruised cunny.  She
certainly would be black and blue all over her body for the next couple of
days.  Rubbing her pussy with the soothing cream seemed to relax her again
and she just laid there with her eyes closed.



   Then I took some more cream and spread her labia with two fingers of my
other hand.  I rubbed the cream in the entrance to her vagina and gently
pushed my finger in just a bit.  She didn't react to that and so I pushed
in some more.  Her pussy griped my finger like a tight vise and my finger
slipped into it to the second knuckle, rubbing the cream into the cracks
and preventing them from getting infected.



   She seemed to have accepted that I needed to touch her that way. 
Although I only did it because I had to treat her injuries it excited me a
bit to do it.  I didn't want to take advantage of such a young and injured
girl so I withdrew my finger the moment the cream was in there where it
needed to be.



   She looked up to me and I sensed some disappointment in her eyes.  Had
she wanted me to continue?  Nah, she was just thankful to me for taking
care of her, I told myself.



   After her injuries had all been treated I went to find something for her
to wear.  But the only thing I could find was one of my long t-shirts.  I
went back to her with it and found that she was almost asleep.  She must be
exhausted.



   Very carefully I helped her put on the t-shirt.  I didn't have any
panties for her but she wouldn't need them in bed.  Besides her pussy might
be too sore to wear panties.  I removed the towel from under her, flipped
back the sheets, helped her in and covered her sore body lightly with the
sheets again.



   I wanted to say good night to her but she had fallen asleep already.  So
I just kissed her forehead and left her room.  Then I went to my study to
think over what my next step should be.  I knew that I should contact my
superiors and tell them about the girl.  But if I did that they would want
to see her right away and she really needed her sleep.  Besides I was
really tired myself.  So I took a quick shower and went to bed.  Tomorrow
would be time enough to inform the F.B.I., I thought.  Don Guido was angry
again.  Carlo and his men had been sent out to find Ingrid, the little
slave girl who had escaped, and bring her back to the Mafia compound.  Now
Carlo stood before the powerful Mafia leader, summoned to explain his
failure.  He knew that Don Guido could order him to be executed but Carlo
did not think he would do that.  The two men went back many years together
and they were almost friends.



   "We would have caught little Ingrid but there was a man who found her
first and he interfered." Carlo explained.  "We saw him with her about a
half block ahead of us and he was putting her in his car.  We ran to catch
up to him but he drove off with the girl before we got there.  However I
did get his license plate number.  I will get our contact in the police
department to run the plate number for us tomorrow and then we will track
him down."



   Don Guido licked his lips.  This could be good news.  The Mafia would
track the man down and see what he was up to with the girl.  Perhaps the
man was a pervert who upon finding a nearly naked little girl running
around in the dark had taken her captive.  He might rape the girl some more
and eventually kill her and dispose of the body.  If so, he had taken care
of their problem and that would be the end of it.



   On the other hand the man might not be a pervert but someone who would
make trouble for them if he could.  In that case they might have to find an
opportunity to grab the girl away from him and if he interfered they might
have to kill the guy.  However the Mafia tried to avoid such messy scenes
nowadays.



   "Track him down, Carlo, and keep a close watch on this man.  If he just
wants to have some fun with the girl and then get rid of her, let him. 
That will take care of the problem for us cleanly.  But if you find that he
is going to take her to the cops and have her tell her story, then we will
need to stop him.  I am relying on you to handle this matter, Carlo.  Be
sure that you do."



   "Yes, Don Guido." Carlo replied.  He recognized the implied threat and
he would be very careful not to mess this up.



   After Carlo left Don Guido went to the secluded cottage to visit the
dark-haired little slave girl who reminded him so much of his pretty little
granddaughter.  He took out his frustrations on the girl, whipping her with
his belt a little before having her suck his cock up hard for him.  Then he
fucked the hell out of the poor girl until he felt satisfied.  It was good
to relieve his tensions this way, he thought.



   * * * *



   After treating her injuries I put the pretty little blonde girl to bed
in my spare bedroom and I went to bed myself.  I knew that I would need to
report this matter to my boss at the F.B.I.  but I thought it could wait
until the morning.  She was exhausted and needed to sleep.  I was tired
myself and soon went to sleep.



   I woke up suddenly at the sound of loud screams.  "Ingrid," I
immediately thought.  I jumped up and sped to the spare room where Ingrid
was.  I didn't think about the fact that I slept in the nude and so I was
stark naked as I ran to the 7 year old girl's room.  She didn't even notice
my nudity as she was too upset.



   I sat down on her bed to comfort her, telling her she had a nightmare.
Immediately she clung to me.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, buried
her face in my shoulder and straddled my waist with her legs.  The t-shirt
rode up and her bare pussy was pushed into my belly.  My dick rose up and
touched her bum but luckily she didn't notice this.



   I patted the back of her head, too afraid to touch her body.  Partly I
was ashamed of my aroused feelings for this very young girl and partly I
was afraid that I might hurt her.  She settled down and I laid her down on
the bed again.



   "Did you have a nightmare, darling?" I asked, using that endearment
again.



   She nodded.  "Do you want to tell me about it?"



   "It was about that man raping me.  And then my pee-pee started hurting
again and the little knob above it."



   "Well, that's just normal, darling.  You had a bad experience being
raped by that man so it's normal having a nightmare over it.  Your pee-pee
will be sore for several more days."



   "But he did more to me than just rip his huge thing into me.  He hurt me
more."



   "Will you tell me about it?"



   "I don't know.  It's... really... embarrassing.  I told you he had a
case of instruments with him?  Well he took some terrible things out.  One
looked like a hollow metal cylinder.  Quite big too.  He forced my pee-pee
open and shoved the cylinder into me.  It hurt like hell and I tried to
scream again but my throat was too sore to scream.  The cylinder went into
my pee-pee really deep, hurting me more than his thing had."



   "Then he took another long thin flexible stick.  He pushed it deep into
the cylinder.  A moment later I felt a searing pain deep in my belly and
the thing went further in.  He took some kind of little light on a stick
and shoved that in too and then he looked deep inside me and he laughed."



   I realized that the man had penetrated her immature womb with the device
and I felt very sorry for Ingrid.  It must have hurt her badly.  I couldn't
help wondering though what it would look like to see deep inside a little
girl's uterus.  I felt my cock stirring at the thought.



   "Then he took some scissors and cut my pee-pee as you know.  You put a
stitch in it."



   I realized that she hadn't just suffered a tear when he raped her but he
had cut her little labia on purpose.  The bastard.  It must be his trade
mark to cut a little girl's pussy like that.



   "I passed out from the pain again." Ingrid continued.  "When I came to
the cylinder was out.  Then I saw the man take clamp-like thingies out of
the case.  I told you he had put them on my nipples and that hurt bad.  But
he reached for the skin above my pee-pee and pushed it back.  I didn't know
I had sort of a knob there but he let it pop out.  Then he forced a clamp
over it and when it closed the teeth bit into the little knob I had.  I
guess it's a very sensitive place because it hurt more than everything else
he did before.  I didn't dare to tell you this so you didn't treat it with
the disinfecting cream and now I'm afraid it might get infected."



   I realized that she had told me about the clamps and even that she
mentioned he had used it on her pee-pee but I hadn't seen any clamp damage
to her pussy earlier.  Well I hadn't pushed her prepuce back and so I
couldn't notice any damage to her tiny clitoris.



   "Will you please put some more of that cream in my pee-pee and on that
knob?  It hurts and itches so much," she said almost crying.



   "Of course I will, darling," I said.  I realized what such intimate
handling of her privates would do to my cock but I hoped she wouldn't
notice again.



   I took the tube of cream from the bedside table where I had left it just
in case.  Ingrid had already spread her legs for me.  She looked up at me
with her innocent blue eyes and smiled at me, welcoming the treatment I was
about to give her.  The combination of her erotically spread, naked bruised
body and her innocent childish face smiling up at me had my dick half hard
already.



   I took some of the cream on my fingers again and rubbed it over her
unformed labia, loving the feeling of her warm smooth sex flesh.



   "Inside please," she whispered.



   I looked at her with wonder but then I took some more cream and entered
her little pussy with a finger.  She sighed.  I slid in deeper and deeper
up to the second knuckle again.  After that I wanted to pull my finger back
out again, afraid of going too far with the girl.



   "Deeper please.  The hurt and itch is deeper too, where he pushed that
thin thing deep inside me."



   I knew she meant her womb but I couldn't go that deep.  So I just took
some more cream and entered her again.  This time my middle finger went in
all the way until I felt her cervix blocking my way.  I pushed the cream up
to her cervix, pushing on it a bit.



   "Yes..  that's good." she sighed.  "It hurts but at least it takes the
itch away.  A bit harder please."



   I pulled out a bit and pushed in again.  I could just reach her cervix
with my fingertip.  I pushed into it as hard and as deep as I could.  She
moaned but her face was relaxed.  She liked the treatment and so I
continued it for a couple of minutes.  My cock was quite stiff now, wanting
to replace my finger and get into her snug, warm channel.  I really wanted
to fuck this little girl.



   After awhile she asked, "Can you do the knob now?" I made myself dismiss
the nasty thought of fucking the girl from my mind even though my cock
wanted her badly.



   So I pulled my finger out and took another blob of disinfecting cream. I
hesitated a bit before I dared to push the prepuce back.  A tiny clitoris
popped out and my dick was hard as rock as I looked at her bruised sex bud.
Now I saw the bite marks where the tiny metal teeth of the clamp had
punctured her very sensitive sex organ.



   Ingrid hardly even knew she had such a sex thing on her body although
she had been taught that it felt good to touch herself down there.  Now her
newly discovered clit had already been tortured by a cruel rapist.



   Softly I rubbed the cream into her tiny clit.  She bucked her hips up at
me and sighed again.  She closed her eyes while I kept rubbing the cream
into the bruised bit of sensitive girl flesh.  I noticed her belly rising
up and down.  On an adult woman I would say her orgasm was building up. 
But surely that could not be so for this juvenile raped girl, I thought.



   She bucked up again and I felt her clit twitching.  A bit frightened
about that I stopped rubbing and let the hood go.  The knob twitched a bit
more and then slowly withdrew into its hiding place.  Ingrid had such a
dreamy yet fulfilled look on her childish face.  I do believe that she had
a little orgasm.



   Ingrid drifted off to sleep again and so I went to my bedroom thinking
about what happened.  This girl had been treated sexually for some years
now.  She was used to showing herself off to men and even letting them
touch her body.  She was even forced to masturbate and to play with men's
cocks.  In the end she had been raped forcefully.  I drifted off to sleep
thinking about such a young girl asking me for sex.  These were thoughts I
never had before.



   Then in my dreams there was a little girl naked in bed with me and
sucking on my cock.  I awoke suddenly and discovered that it was not just a
dream.  Poor little Ingrid, bruised and beaten as she was, had awakened and
felt afraid being all alone in the dark.  So she had slipped out of bed and
made her way to my room.  The girl had crawled into bed with me.  Then
having been trained what to do with a man's cock, she had taken mine into
her mouth.  I think it was like a pacifier to the girl, something to make
her feel secure.  Who was I to take that away from her?



   I let her have her pacifier as she sucked it forcefully.  Maybe she had
a nightmare again because she sucked harder and even bit me a little
sometimes.  It wasn't bad at all though and I could feel my balls firing up
to shoot my load.  What should I do?  Should I let her go all the way or
stop her before I shot my sperm into her mouth?



   Before I could decide I came big time.  My sperm spurted out the tip of
my dick with force, hitting Ingrid in the back of her throat.  That made
her cough and wake up.  She pulled her head back and my sperm spurted up in
the air.  I pretended to be asleep and just waking up now when she looked
at me.



   "What happened?" I asked innocently.



   "I'm so sorry." Ingrid said whining.  "It's just become a habit with me
I think." I was surprised when the girl licked off my cock and licked up
the sperm that had fallen on my belly and then swallowed it.  She had been
taught to do this I realized.  To myself I thought that this was a habit
that I could learn to enjoy very much.



   "Don't worry about it, darling.  Your secret is safe with me.  Come,
let's take a shower and eat some breakfast.  We will need to get you some
clothes to wear.  Then I will take you to the F.B.I.  office to report to
the inspector what has happened to you.  With your testimony I believe that
we can round up the Mafia organization of Don Guido and save some other
girls from what has happened to you."



   "Can I ask you something first?" Ingrid said, flushing a bit now.



   "Of course you can, darling." I said



   "Well... you know... last night when you comforted me a little you
know....  I ... umm..  had this wonderful feeling I never had before.  At
the mansion they taught me to play with my pee-pee.  I sometimes had some
nice feelings but never like that.  It kept getting better and better but
then you stopped.  Can you do it again but keep on a bit longer please?  I
have to know if touching my pee-pee can make it feel that nice again."



   She had such an innocent look but at the same time it was ever so sexy.
I couldn't refuse the girl.  Indeed I was thrilled that the pretty 7 year
old had actually asked me to masturbate her to orgasm, although she didn't
use those words of course.



   I flipped her over on her back, lifted the t-shirt and spread her legs.
Her pussy still looked very sore.  Black and blue swollen pussy lips, and
even her prepuce looked swollen.  Softly I pushed the hood back and her
wounded clittie popped out, inviting my attention.



   Slowly I rubbed the immature love bud.  Ingrid shivered and sighed.  I
rubbed her long and slow and noticed her belly rising up and down again. 
She breathed more rapidly now and her hips bucked up and down.  I pushed
harder on the prepuce putting more tension on her clittie.  That did it for
her and a long moan came from her throat.  Her body trembled and her pussy
contracted.



   I stopped rubbing her little clitoris and saw it throb and contract. 
She really had a nice orgasm this time.  I let her come to her senses a bit
and then I kissed her forehead.  My cock was half hard again but I made
myself ignore it.



   She opened her eyes, smiled at me and simply said, "Thank you."



   "Anytime, little darling.  But now, time for the shower," I said lifting
her body very carefully from the bed and carrying her to the bathroom.



   It was fun taking a shower with little Ingrid.  By now she trusted me
enough to be naked with me and let me wash her body gently with my soapy
hands.  Then she returned the favor, giggling when my cock rose up as she
washed it with her hands.  I made her quit though, not wanting to shoot cum
all over the shower and tub.  I wiped her bruised body gently with a thick
towel and then I toweled myself dry too.



   I put on a pair of shorts and then took Ingrid to the kitchen where I
fixed us both some breakfast.  She looked so cute in just the t-shirt I had
given her to wear.  She knew now that I liked to look at her and so she
danced about for me, slowly pulling up the t-shirt and showing me her saucy
butt and hairless reddened pussy.  The girl liked to tease men I saw, at
least men she trusted.



   I told her she looked very pretty but that if she kept teasing me that
way we would never get any breakfast.  She giggled, pleased with herself,
and took a seat at the breakfast table while I fixed our breakfast.  I was
pleased to see that she was recovered enough now to be able to laugh.



   I served her scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, orange juice and milk.  I
had the same except with coffee instead of milk.  After breakfast I used a
tape measure to take her measurements.  I checked out girls' sizes on my
computer and wrote down the sizes of clothing that would fit her properly.



   I was going to go to a nearby department store by myself and bring her
back clothes she could wear.  However Ingrid did not want me to leave her
alone and she begged me to take her along.  So I got one of my robes and
had her put it on.  I had to fold and pin it up so it did not drag on the
ground.  She looked ridiculous in my robe but at least she was covered.



   She stayed in the car in the parking lot while I went inside the store
and did my shopping.  The lady salesclerk looked at me with raised eyebrows
as I picked out a complete outfit of clothing to fit my little girl.  I
figured I did not owe her any explanation though.  I paid for my purchases
and took them out to the car.



   Ingrid changed into the clothes in the back seat of the car.  Then she
got in front beside me.  She looked very pretty in her new clothes although
in truth I preferred seeing her naked now.  I drove downtown to the Federal
Building and walked Ingrid inside to the offices of the F.B.I.



   My boss the inspector was both pleased and displeased with me.  He was
pleased that I had found and rescued the abused little slave girl from the
Mafia.  He was displeased that I had not brought her in right away but had
taken her home with me.  However he tempered his displeasure with me in
front of the girl, not wanting to embarrass me I suppose.



   I explained how frightened and tired Ingrid was when I found her.  She
really needed to receive some first aid for her injuries and to get a good
night's sleep.  My boss accepted that.  He had a female agent come in to
take the girl and make a photographic record of her injuries.  Ingrid would
not go anywhere without me though, and so I went with her while she got
naked again.



   I turned my back and pretended not to look but there was a mirror on the
wall and I got a pretty good look at the girl as the female agent took
close-up photos of her injuries.  In fact she looked even worse now than
she had the night before as her bruises were more swollen, all black and
blue.  That would fade away soon enough but for now it made for compelling
pictures of her.



   Ingrid got dressed again and we returned to the inspector with the
female agent.  Other agents joined us and they took her statement as she
detailed everything that had happened to her since she had been kidnapped
at 5 years of age from an orphanage.  She also told the F.B.I.  about other
girls she had met who were also slave girls, being trained to serve men
with their bodies.



   I thought we would stage a raid on Don Carlo's Mafia compound right away
and rescue any girls we found there.  But my boss explained that they were
going to take a couple of days to contact other F.B.I.  offices around the
country and coordinate raids on other compounds with them.  It would not do
to raid only one location and thereby drive the others underground.  Well I
saw the wisdom of that.  I guess that is why he is the boss and I am just
an ordinary agent.



   The female agent wanted to take Ingrid into protective custody with her
until more permanent arrangements could be made.  However the little girl
made it very plain that she would not go anywhere willingly without me. 
Finally my boss just shrugged his shoulders and gave in to her.



   "Well Agent Willems, it seems you have made a conquest of this young
lady.  I know you have a private home and grounds.  rI figure she will be
safe enough with you so I am putting you in charge of Ingrid.  Take her
home and guard her well, and I will let you know when you need to bring her
back in to us."



   I could hardly believe my good fortune.  I had figured that the girl
would be taken away from me but instead my new assignment was to guard her.
If my boss had any idea of how intimate I had become with the little girl
he would have fired me.  I might even have been charged with molesting her.
But instead she would be staying with me at least for a few more days.



   As we left the building Ingrid held onto my hand tightly.  She smiled up
at me and said, "I like you, sir.  I wish I really was your little girl. 
Can I call you Daddy?"



   I was thrilled with her.  I smiled back at her and said, "I would like
that very much, Ingrid.  When other people are around you should call me
Mr. Willems, but when we are alone together I would love to have you call
me Daddy."



   She giggled.  "Thanks, Daddy!  I just know we are going to have lots of
fun together!" Visions of having the girl romping naked in my bed with me
danced through my head.  I figured we could do a 69 together, her sucking
me off as I gently ate out her sore little pussy for her.  I wondered if
her pussy might heal up enough for me to fuck her too.  Maybe in a few more
days.



   We stopped on the way home at another store.  I took her inside with me
and bought her clothes that she liked.  Then we headed home.  However when
we got there I quickly saw that something was very wrong.  The front door
of my house was wide open.  I had Ingrid duck down in the car while I went
in warily, my gun drawn.  I checked the house to be sure that no one was
still there.  Then I brought Ingrid inside.



   The house had been ransacked, everything strewn about.  However nothing
appeared to have been stolen.  From that I figured out it must have been
the Mafia, looking for Ingrid.  I knew what a threat the girl must be to
them.  They would do anything to get their hands on the girl.  I did not
know how they had found us so quickly.



   I wondered if they had a plant in the F.B.I.  who had tipped them off.
If so, I did not dare to notify my boss about what had happened, not that I
didn't trust him.  If there was a Mafia plant it had to be someone else in
the office, I thought.



   No, I figured the safest thing to do was to get packed up quickly and
take Ingrid with me to a secluded cottage I had up at a mountain lake. 
Soon we were on our way to the cottage.  I tried to make light of the
situation not wanting to alarm the girl too much.  But I think she knew the
trouble we might be in as she snuggled up close beside me and clung to me.



   "Don't worry, darling, we are going to be fine.  We can go swimming and
fishing at my cottage.  It will be lots of fun, you will see." I told her
cheerfully.



   "Okay, Daddy." she said bravely.



   I was very upset to find that my house had been invaded and ransacked,
apparently by the Mafia gang led by Don Guido.  I knew they were after my
little Ingrid who had escaped from their white slavery ring of very young
victims.  I also knew that they would kill the girl if they found her.



   At the time I did not know that they had taken down my license plate
number as I drove off with Ingrid.  They had used that to trace me to my
residence.  However I thought that there might be a leak within the F.B.I.
itself, and I thought that was how they had found my house.



   So it was that in my panic I did a rather foolish thing.  I got some
things together and drove off with Ingrid to a cottage I had at a private
mountain lake.  It was a very secluded place, very few other people living
in that area, and I felt that we would be safe there.  Little did I know
how resourceful the Mafia could be in locating people they wanted to find.



   I reassured Ingrid as we drove up into the mountains to the small lake
where I had my cottage.  I tried not to show her how concerned I was but I
think she sensed it anyway.  She snuggled up beside me and clung to me as
her protector.



   On the way I stopped at a supermarket to stock up on food so that we
could stay at the cottage for many days if necessary.  After driving for a
few hours we arrived at the cottage.  Ingrid got out of the car and looked
around curiously.  It was really secluded and there was nobody else around
for miles.  She saw the small lake behind the cottage and cheered up.



   "Can I go for a swim?" she asked hopefully.



   "I forgot to buy you a swimsuit, darling." I said.



   "Well since there is no one around and you have already seen me naked we
can swim naked." she said very boldly now.



   I just smiled and nodded.  While I unpacked the car I saw her going to
the yard behind the cottage and she was undressing as she walked, dropping
her clothes on the ground.  Just as she turned around the corner of the
cottage I saw her toss her panties away and then her cute naked bruised
body disappeared from my view.  I smiled.  Ingrid really was such a tease.



   Quickly I transferred everything from the car into the cottage and I
undressed down to my briefs.  I entered the yard to see Ingrid diving into
the water naked.  I shrugged and pulled my briefs down.  If she was going
to swim naked then I would too.  When I entered the water I saw Ingrid
grimace with pain.  It scared me and I asked her what the problem was.



   She blinked away a tear.  She said the cool water hurt her wounds a bit
but she was okay now.  I took her in my arms and felt her naked body
pressed against mine.  My cock rose immediately and stood up between her
legs.  I felt her hand reach out for it and she wrapped her little fingers
around my shaft.



   She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Daddy.  I will do anything for
you, even the naughty things they taught me at the mansion."



   I just smiled.  I kissed her forehead and said, "It's okay, my darling.
I don't expect you to do anything with me that you do not really want to.
Just play in the water for awhile.  I'm going to rest a bit on the lawn. 
I'm a little tired after that long drive."



   With that I climbed out and stretched myself on the grass.  While I
enjoyed looking at my naked bruised little girl splashing around in the
water I made some plans to take revenge for her.  I closed my eyes and with
that I drifted off to sleep.



   When I woke up I felt this wonderful warm and wet sensation around my
cock.  I now recognized it as Ingrid's willing mouth.  I opened my eyes to
look up and confirm that it was she sucking me off.  Instead I found myself
looking directly into her bare half-opened pussy.  She was in a 69 position
on my chest, practically inviting me to play with her.



   I could see her head bobbing up and down while I could feel her warm
mouth sucking my dick in and out.  Her legs straddled my chest giving me
the opportunity to look at her still bruised bum and wounded pussy.



   Slowly I grabbed her hips and pulled her bottom down and back to my
mouth.  She was a bit small so when I had pulled her pussy within reach of
my tongue she could only manage to still suck just the tip of my cock in
her mouth, sticking out her tongue to tease my cock head.  However I wanted
to please her more than I wanted to be pleased, at least at that moment.



   So I pulled her pussy against my mouth and started to lick her.  She
tasted really sweet and clean.  Her pussy just washed in the lake water was
nice and clean.  I also tasted a bit of coppery dried blood because of the
still fresh wound on her labia.



   I licked her between her juvenile labia and stuck my tongue into her
still sore vagina.  Ingrid shivered and moaned a little.  I licked her more
and more and tasted her sex juices which were starting to flow.  I had no
previous sexual experience with little girls and it surprised me to find
that they could respond with a flow of sex juices and as I had learned,
could even have orgasms.



   I aimed at her little wounded clittie with my tongue now while I pushed
back the hood with my thumbs.  Her little clitoris popped out and I licked
and teased it.  The little organ stiffened up nicely like the cute
miniature girl cock it was.  She bucked up and panted.  She really liked
this newly discovered sensation.  I licked and sucked the little digit
until she started to buck her hips with more force.



   Sucking her stiff clittie into my mouth forcefully made her cry out in
pain.  It was still a bit sore from the abuse it had received from being
clamped.  Still I wanted to suck it hard and give her pleasure.  After that
her body shook and writhed as a huge orgasm came over her young body,
wracking it completely as she experienced a series of multiple orgasms.



   I was amazed and delighted with my little girl.  Not only could she cum,
she could actually have multiple orgasms, something that even many grown
women never experience.  Ever since that first time with Ingrid there is
nothing I enjoy more than bringing a little girl to orgasm, and every once
in awhile, finding one capable of multiple orgasms.  What could be more
fun?



   Ingrid collapsed on my body and just lay there shivering, forgetting all
about my cock.  But she made up for that when she recovered.  She sucked my
cock back into her mouth and gave me a blow-job I would never forget.  I
tried to hold back and prolong the experience but it was a losing battle.
My cum spurted deep in her throat and she swallowed it all.



   After that she turned about on my body.  Still lying on top of me she
kissed me and said, "Thank you for being so nice to me, Daddy."



   "Well the pleasure is all mine, young lady." I said smiling.



   "Time for supper," I stated.  Ingrid willingly let herself be carried
into the house by me.  She let her damp blonde head rest on my shoulder and
sighed, "I love you, Daddy."



   I set her down on her feet and started fixing some supper for us. 
Ingrid remembered that she had left her clothes lying scattered on the lawn
outside and she went out to retrieve her garments.  She came back into the
cottage and put her things away.



   I saw that she was not going to get dressed but wanted to remain naked
with me.  That suited me just fine.  While we were alone together at our
secluded cottage we would not need clothes unless we had a cold spell of
weather.



   We ate our supper and then she insisted on helping out by doing the
dishes with me.  Although we were in a remote location we did have
electricity which was backed up by a generator, and I had recently
installed satellite television.



   We watched some children's programming on television as she sat naked on
my lap, toying absentmindedly with my cock.  It was like a fleshy toy to
the little girl and I did not mind at all as she squeezed and bent and
pulled at it.  My hand found her little pussy and I toyed with her too.



   We wound up kissing earnestly, our tongues twining about together in
each other's mouth.  I had never felt more desire for a woman than I did
now with this sexy little girl.  I turned off the television and carried my
little bride off to our bedchamber.  That is how I thought of her, as my
little bride whom I had just married.



   Over the next couple of days we were like lovers enjoying our honeymoon.
We did spend some time swimming and fishing and Ingrid was delighted to
catch a really nice lake trout.  I filleted it and we had a decent meal
from the fish.  However we spent a lot of our time in bed together, getting
to know each other intimately.



   Mostly we engaged in oral sex.  I did want to fuck her but I was afraid
of hurting her with my big cock.  Ingrid told me that the men who had raped
her had big cocks too and so she knew she could take my cock inside her
body.  Indeed she was eager to have me fuck her, having been told that
being fucked by someone who loves you could be a truly delightful
experience.



   I have to admit that it didn't take a lot of convincing for the girl to
talk me into fucking her.  It was our second night together at the cottage.
Ingrid said she wanted to experience real lovemaking, not just oral sex. 
She wanted me to prove to her that fucking with someone you love can be
good.



   I agreed to try fucking with her but when we tried it her pussy still
was too sore.  When I tried to push in she tensed up.  That made her little
vagina close up and so we were not able to perform our lovemaking.  She
wanted me to push harder and force myself in.  I could have done that but I
knew it would hurt her.  I convinced her it would be better to wait another
couple of days until her pussy was ready for it.



   Then last night she thought she had waited long enough.  I agreed that
her pussy looked much better.  When I ate her out she cried out with
pleasure as her body shuddered and spasmed with her powerful orgasms.  She
just lay there on her back with her legs spread wide open looking up at me
with puppy dog eyes.



   "Fuck me, Daddy.  I want you so much.  I want to feel you deep inside
me." she said smiling up at me.



   I groaned.  I wanted her too.  Carefully I took my place between her
invitingly opened legs and aimed my dick into her wet and willing pussy. 
Although healed now it still had some yellow and green spots on it from the
healing bruises.  I reckoned it would still be a little sore so I had to be
very gentle and careful with her.



   Slowly I built up the pressure, feeling her pussy lips part to let my
hard cock in.  When she stretched enough my cock head slipped in about two
inches.  Ingrid flinched.  I stopped immediately, afraid that it still hurt
her too much.  I saw her blink away a tear and I asked her if it hurt too
much.  She shook her head no and asked me to continue.  What a brave little
girl.



   Slowly but surely I entered her pussy further and further, feeling the
warm moist insides of her juvenile vagina grip my cock like a tight hand
squeezing it real tight.



   I bottomed out with about two thirds of my cock in her.  I thought back
to the brutal man who had first raped her, forcing all of his cock into
her. She just wasn't deep enough for that.  It must have been really
painful for her to force her cervix so deep up inside her belly.  But no
more of that.  I would be very gentle with my little darling.



   I pulled out a little to push in again just up to her cervix, being
careful that I didn't push in too far and bump her still bruised cervix too
hard.  Ingrid had closed her eyes and she panted each time I pushed in. 
Her pussy clamped itself onto my dick.  She was really tight but amazingly
wet and fucking her was easier than I thought it would be.



   Her slick smooth insides massaged my cock on the way in and pulled on it
on the way out.  It was so beautiful.  I fucked her slowly and softly
making real love to her.  I never picked up more speed or forced myself in
deeper, being afraid of hurting her.  She was so fragile and hardly fully
recovered yet.



   She loved being fucked so slowly and gently.  I could tell that by her
rapid breathing and soft moans.  Suddenly she bucked up at me and her whole
body trembled.  I could feel her pussy muscles contracting and squeezing my
cock more as she started to cum.  That was too much for me and I emptied my
balls into her contracting pussy.  What a beautiful mutual orgasm we had.



   I never had an orgasm fucking so slowly and gently before and I loved
it. Her tight contracting pussy sucked the last drop of sperm out of my
dick and we both were spent.  I collapsed on top of her but managed to
carry my weight with my arms, careful not to crush her or hurt her still
sore nipples.



   I rolled onto my side and kissed her cheek.  She turned her head and
kissed me back.



   "Thank you Daddy for being so careful.  I know now that lovemaking can
be awesome.  I had such a nice orgasm and my whole body still glows.  I
love you so much, Daddy."



   "I love you too, my little darling." I held her small, still trembling
body in my arms and we drifted off to sleep like that.  We were truly
united as lovers now.



   We had been at the cottage for several days, enjoying our honeymoon
together like a young married couple.  But later that night our whole world
came crashing down.  Somehow Carlo, the Mafia lieutenant, had tracked us
down to the cottage.  He and his goons invaded the cottage that night of
our union as we slept together naked in each other's arms.



   They decided to knock me out first.  Then they picked up Ingrid who woke
up to the horrorof the Mafia men holding her tightly and carrying her away
from me.  No doubt she screamed her lungs out but it did her no good. 
Carlo and the others threw her naked body into their van.  They tied her up
and gagged her and drove away with her, taking her to a dungeon that they
used to torture and dispose of girls like her who tried to run away.



   Carlo was pleased to have finally found and captured the girl.  He knew
his boss Don Guido would also be pleased.  Carlo would see to it that this
troublesome girl would suffer for a long time before she would be allowed
to die.  The men would take turns raping her and doing many other
interesting things to the little girl.  He licked his lips as he thought
about those nasty things.



   I awoke to a splitting headache.  What had happened?  I called to Ingrid
but I received no reply.  I searched for her and then found tire tracks
outside the cottage where a vehicle had been parked.  With a sinking heart
I realized that the Mafia had tracked us down and had taken my child bride,
my little daughter, away with them.  I confess, I actually cried.  I knew
that they would kill her.



   I contacted my boss at the F.B.I.  He read me the riot act for having
taken off with Ingrid instead of reporting that my house had been broken
into by the Mafia.  But nothing he said to me could make me feel worse than
I already did.  We needed to find Ingrid fast, or they would kill her and
dispose of her body.



   The F.B.I.  staged simultaneous raids on Mafia compounds across the
country.  Many little slave girls were found and rescued and many Mafia
dons and their men were jailed.  But there was no sign of Carlo and his
men, nor of Ingrid and a few other girls who had disappeared with her.



   Carlo and his men were already down in the hidden dungeon when he
learned that the F.B.I.  was raiding the compound above.  By radio
telephone he learned that agents were raiding Mafia compounds across the
nation.  They arrested Don Guido and many of his men.



   Carlo was very angry with Ingrid, realizing that she had told the
authorities enough to get them to raid the Mafia compounds and close down
their little white slave business.  He would make her pay for that.  He
would also enjoy torturing the other girls who had been turned over to him
for trying to run away from the Mafia.



   He went to the dungeon cells where the captured little girls were being
held.  He took several of his brutal goons with him to rape the girls
brutally.  The big men relished this opportunity to stuff their big cocks
into such small cunts.  When they entered her dungeon cell they saw little
Ingrid shivering naked in a fetal position on the bed.  Two goons grabbed
her and stretched her body wide, ripping her legs open real hard and making
her cry out in pain.



   "Now I will make you pay for escaping and telling the cops about our
operation.  A lot of our organization has been destroyed because of you but
now you will suffer for it.  When we are finished with you, you'll wish you
were never born.  Then you will die, but not before I make you suffer a
long time." Carlo told her.



   With that he nodded to one of his goons.  The man lowered his pants and
a huge hard cock sprang out.  While the other men pulled her legs even
wider he forced his cock into her tiny pussy with one forceful blow,
ripping her soft tissue open.  Ingrid screamed in agony but the man just
loved that.  He fucked her deep and forcefully, pushing her formerly
tortured cervix way up her belly again until he emptied his load deep in
her bleeding pussy.



   When he pulled his cock out another man took his place.  He also forced
his dick into her sore ripped open pussy.  After 4 men had raped her like
that she was turned onto her belly.  The 5th man forced his cock into her
dry ass hole, ripping her there too.



   Carlo just watched the scene with lustful eyes.  The men did well making
her suffer by raping her hard and brutally.  He would deal with her when
they were finished with her.  He would rip the flesh from her back with his
whip.  He would do the same to her front, turning her body into raw meat.
Then he would finish the girl off by stabbing his hunting knife right
through her heart.



   But first he had to deal with the girl in the cell next door.  She was
also a filthy little runaway who had to be taken care of.  She had been
raped brutally like Ingrid just this morning and now it was time for her to
die.  He entered the cell and looked at the almost passed out little girl.
Her pussy and ass were bleeding really good.  Carlo smiled at the sight of
her suffering.



   He picked up the whip and started to lash her back.  Large red whip
marks became visible on the girl's white flesh.  She screamed nicely at
first until her voice gave out.  He whipped harder and ripped her flesh
open until her back was just a puddle of raw meat and blood.  The girl
couldn't even scream anymore.  After that there were only pitiful moans
coming from her.



   He turned the girl onto her back and went to work on her front.  He used
his knife to cut away her prepuce, exposing her little clit.  Then he went
back to using his whip on the girl.  He loved trying to catch the nipples
and clit with the tip on the whip and ripping the bits of sex flesh away
from his victims.  When he succeeded in ripping away the girl's clit with
his whip he got so excited that he spontaneous came in his pants.



   Then he took his hunting knife and said, "Say good bye, darling." He
stabbed the knife a couple of times into her chest where her heart was. 
The girl died in an instant and Carlo looked pleased.



   "Time for that other little brat," he said to himself.  He went over to
Ingrid's cell where the rapists were just finishing up with a second round
of rapes with her.



   "Go ahead and rape that third little bitch too, men.  We are going to
finish off all of these brats tonight.  The Feds have raided our compound.
When we are done here, we are going to make our escape.  But first we will
make these brats pay with their pussies and their lives."



   The other men grinned at Carlo.  This would be a special treat, having
another girl to rape and brutalize right after doing Ingrid.  Their cocks
were already rising again in anticipation as they moved on to the third
girl's cell.  She screamed nicely when she realized what the men intended
to do to her.  Meanwhile Carlo went to work on Ingrid.



   Right after I contacted my boss at the F.B.I.  and told him about Ingrid
being kidnaped and taken from me, I hurried back to the city.  The
inspector had chewed me out but then told me that they were about ready to
conduct a raid on Don Guido's compound in coordination with similar raids
on other Mafia strongholds across the nation.  I wanted to get back in time
to be part of that.



   I was determined to find Ingrid before they could kill her.  Nothing
else really mattered to me now.  I got back just in time to join the raid.
I also learned that a van had arrived at the compound about an hour before
our raid.  The van was known to be the one used by Carlo, one of Don
Guido's nastiest lieutenants.  I figured that it was likely the one that
had been used to capture my little Ingrid.  I was hopeful of finding her
there and rescuing her.



   We broke into the compound yelling "F.B.I.  Put your guns down and hands
up in the air or we'll shoot!" Fortunately none of the Mafia men tried to
shoot it out with us.  They all surrendered at once.  The Mafia depended on
their crafty lawyers to get them out of tight spots like this.  We might
arrest them but getting a conviction was another matter.



   I joined the party searching for little girls throughout the large
compound.  We found several of them under the control of a woman.  The
girls were doing some modeling for a photographer, some of them wearing
only skimpy panties that gaped and exposed their hairless little cunnies.
Under other circumstances I might have enjoyed looking at them but right
now my focus was on finding Ingrid.



   We found other girls elsewhere.  There was a cottage with a dark-haired
little girl who looked very much like Don Guido's granddaughter Theresa. 
Later we would learn that the Mafia leader kept this little girl for his
own perverted pleasure.  However I still could not find Ingrid.  Carlo was
also missing from the men we had arrested.  We knew his van was there in
the huge garage that housed all the Mafia vehicles so he and his men must
be somewhere in the compound.



   Luckily one of the captured members of Don Guido's Mafia gang decided to
tell us where the underground dungeon was.  In return he was promised
lesser charges against him than the others.  It turned out that there was a
secret entrance to the dungeon under the floor of the garage.  Quickly we
found the entrance and broke into the dungeon.  Would I find Ingrid still
alive or not?



   * * * *



   The dungeon was made soundproof on purpose so no one would hear the
screaming of the little girls being punished.  Sometimes the Mafia didn't
kill the girls but only disciplined them for various misdeeds.  But there
were kill orders for the three girls presently there.  All of them were
runaways.



   Carlo knew that the compound was being raided by the F.B.I.  but he
figured he had time to dispose of the girls and make a getaway with his men
before the hidden dungeon could be found.  But this time he wasn't so lucky
because one of Don Guido's men revealed where the dungeon entrance was
located.



   While his goons were having fun raping Ingrid Carlo was busy whipping
another runaway girl.  This one had been severely raped by his men earlier
and now she suffered under Carlo's whip.  He had a satisfying cum as his
whip found and tore away the girl's clittie.  He did some other nasty
things to the poor girl before finally ending her misery by plunging his
knife into her heart.



   When he entered Ingrid's cell again he saw that his goons had done their
work raping her.  They had just finished with her and he saw that they had
done a good job on the girl.  He sent the rape squad on to the third girl's
cell to prepare her for his whip too.  All three girls would die tonight
before Carlo and his men made their getaway.



   Carlo admired the rapists' work.  Ingrid was lying face down on the bed
with her arms and legs tied and spread real wide.  She was bleeding out of
her pussy and ass.  Carlo pulled her ass cheeks open more to inspect her
ripped orifices.  The young blonde girl was sobbing from the pain.



   "That could be ripped some more." he thought to himself.  With that he
took a large dildo and shoved it up into Ingrid's already ripped bum.  She
cried out into the mattress but Carlo was the only one who could hear her
and the screaming was music to his ears.



   He took another very huge rubber cock and shoved it into her abused
pussy.  The almost healed cuts tore open and blood spat around.  They tore
even further than the cuts had been before.  Carlo loved seeing the blood
flow from her cunt and he picked up the whip.



   "I think I will cut away your prepuce later when I whip your front like
I did with your friend next door.  I loved whipping her exposed clittie off
like I will do with yours.  But first I will rip the flesh from your back,
you brat." Carlo told the sobbing girl.  He loved to terrorize the doomed
girls by telling them the nasty things he was about to do to them.



   "Time for some real pain darling," he said, lashing the whip over her
back and leaving a nice red stripe.  The crazed man continued whipping her
back but not as thoroughly as he had done with the first girl.  He knew
that time was short and he would have to finish up with Ingrid and the
third girl so he and his men could get away.



   * * * *



   As I rushed into the dungeon with my gun drawn I noticed several cell
doors.  I opened one and saw a young blonde girl lying there in a puddle of
blood.  She appeared to be dead.  Her back was no more than raw meat.  In
grief I cried out, "Noooo!  Ingrid, nooo!"



   I rushed to the girl and turned her over.  Her chest and belly were a
mess too.  Her nipples were ripped completely off by the whipping.  A knife
had been used on her to remove her prepuce and then her clittie had been
whipped off too.  Her pussy was no more than a ripped open bloody hole.  I
looked at her swollen and bruised face and realized that it wasn't Ingrid.
I was relieved but also very sorry for the girl.  "What sort of animal
would do such things to a little girl?" I wondered.



   At that moment I heard the sound of a man laughing madly and the sound
of a girl moaning in pain.  It was coming from another cell.



   "Ingrid!" I screamed and rushed to a cell in the direction the sound had
come from.



   Carlo had paused in whipping the young escapee.  He was pleased with
what he saw.  Her back, ass and upper legs showed nice red whip marks and
already had nice welts.  Carlo had also aimed for the dildos with the whip,
forcing them in hard when he hit them and making Ingrid scream in pain.  He
would like to continue with the whipping but time was short.  So he turned
her over onto her back.  She moaned in pain as her whipped back rubbed
against the mattress.



   She had been punched in the face, chest, belly and pussy by the gang of
rapists.  Her front had not been whipped yet but that would be next.  First
though he took his hunting knife and performed a clitoral circumcision on
the girl, exposing her little clit.  It was stiff and standing up nicely.
He popped the fleshy little prepuce in his mouth and ate it.  He would eat
her nipples and her clit too once he removed them with his whip.



   He picked up the whip, ready to begin.  But then Carlo heard a scream
coming from another cell.  It was Agent Willems screaming for his little
girl.



   "So they have found me then," Carlo said more to himself than to the
girl.  "Too bad I can't make you suffer much longer but I'll be dammed if I
let them find you alive."



   With that he laid down the whip and took up his hunting knife again. 
Just as he raised it up to plant the knife in her body the door flew open.



   I threw open the door to the cell the sound was coming from.  I saw
Carlo standing beside Ingrid with his knife ready to pierce through her
heart.  I had my gun in my hand and without hesitation I pulled the
trigger. Carlo's eyes flew open when the bullet penetrated his heart.  He
died instantly and as the knife dropped to the floor so did he.



   I wanted to rush to Ingrid but then I heard another girl screaming from
another cell.  As I hesitated another agent behind me said, "We'll take
care of this one.  You go ahead and help your Ingrid, Willems." I silently
blessed the man for that.



   I rushed to Ingrid.  I untied her and tilted her head up.  Her face was
bruised badly.  Her left eye was so swollen that it was shut and her right
eye was not much better.  Her lips were swollen as someone had beat her
there forcefully.



   "O Ingrid, I'm so sorry.  I made you a silent promise that no one would
hurt you anymore but I failed to protect you and now you are hurt so
badly."



   Ingrid opened her swollen lips and said with a trembling voice, "Is that
you, Daddy?"



   "Hush darling, don't talk.  I'm here now and I will take care of you. 
I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you from this." I said crying.



   "It's not your fault Daddy, don't be sad.  I still love you.  But I'm so
sore." she said also crying.



   She passed out then and I cried even more.  My little darling cared
about my feelings even though she was hardly alive.  I was so mad and I was
glad that I had killed that brute of a Carlo.



   I was crying and rocking my baby in my arms.  I then noticed the dildos
still ripping into her cunt and ass.  Carefully I removed them and saw
blood seeping out of both holes.



   "We'll have to get you to a hospital quickly," I said more to myself. 
At the same time some other cops and agents came in.  From then on things
went rapidly.  The whole mansion was flooded with cops and paramedics and
soon Ingrid and the third girl were on their way to the hospital in
ambulances.  The coroner removed the bodies of the first girl and Carlo.



   My boss was pleased at how the operation went.  Although he took no
delight in the death of the girl who had been killed, it meant that the
leader Don Guido would now face murder charges.  His lieutenant Carlo had
done the killing but it was by order of the Mafia don.  He would be
spending the remainder of his life in prison.



   I wanted to rush to the hospital to be with Ingrid but my boss had other
ideas.  "I think maybe you are becoming too involved with that little girl,
Agent Willems.  I want you to stay behind here and see if maybe we have
missed anything.  Go though the buildings and see if there is anything more
that can be used as evidence against these Mafia goons.  Lock the compound
up when you leave.  Go home then and get some sleep.  I'll see that you are
notified if there is any change in the girl's condition but I don't want
you spending your time at the hospital.  It's not like you are her father."



   "Yes sir," I said reluctantly.  I realized that the inspector was right.
I had become too close to Ingrid.  If he realized just how close I had
become with her I would be arrested too.  So the others left and I went
through the compound by myself.  I knew that it had already been combed by
other agents and I was unlikely to find anything more.  But my boss wanted
me to set my mind on other things beside Ingrid.



   As I was about to close up the last building and leave I heard a
scurrying noise coming from behind a couch.  Had we missed one of the
gangsters?  I approached the couch with my gun drawn and ready to fire.



   "Come on out of there or I will shoot!" I shouted.



   "No please don't shoot me!" came a high-pitched little voice.  To my
surprise a little girl came forth.  She was about 6 years old.  She had red
hair and freckles and she was wearing nothing but a pair a loose panties. I
think she must have been among the girls we had found earlier, modeling for
sexy pictures.



   The girl was very frightened by the sudden appearance of strange men
waving guns in the air.  She had run off and hidden behind the couch and no
one had found her until now.  I learned that her name was Alice.  I put my
gun away and I assured the girl that I would not harm her.  Finally she
came to me and I held her in my arms, comforting her.



   What she said next shocked me.  "Want me to suck your cock, mister?"



   "No sweetie, you don't have to suck my cock."



   "But I like to suck cocks." she replied.  So I decided to take little
Alice home with me.  I was the last agent left at the compound and no one
else even knew about Alice.  It would serve my chief right for making me
stay behind instead of escorting my darling Ingrid to the hospital, I
thought.



   I had to be very careful as I drove home with an almost naked 6 year old
girl in my van.  I had her lie on the carpeted floor in back where no one
could see her.  She thought it was a funny hide-and-seek game so she played
along with me.



   At home I drove right into the garage and we entered my place through
the door leading directly from the garage into the house.



   I looked the kid over and found her to be very appealing to me.  Her
nearly naked juvenile body was dressed only in a skimpy pair of loose
panties that revealed more than concealed her young sex parts.  I could see
why men would pay a lot of money to see pictures and videos of her.  But
when I thought about her being raped when she would turn the right age of 7
I got mad again.



   "Can I suck your cock now, mister?" I heard her ask, dragging me from my
daydream of her.



   "No darling.  I already told you that you don't have to do that
anymore." I replied.



   Looking her over closely I noticed that she was quite skinny.  I also
saw that she had some dirt on her and also a few bruises and welts.



   "How did you get those bruises and welts, darling?" I asked her.



   "Well as much as I like to suck cocks I don't always like the customers
I have to do it with.  No matter how hard I try to do my best with some
it's not enough.  A few like to hit me and hurt me.  Sometimes they even
punch me in the ribs or in my face.  Only yesterday I had a customer who
punched my titties and even my pussy.  But he had to pay extra for hurting
me like that."



   I looked at her flat chest and saw she had no tit flesh yet but her
nipples and the flesh around them was badly bruised.  It was hard for me to
understand how some men could take delight in abusing a little girl that
way.



   "Do you want me to examine you more and see if your pussy is okay?" I
asked her.  I found myself eager to remove the pretty little redhead's
panties and study her pale pink pussy.



   "Yes please," she said to my surprise, accepting the idea with a smile.
I think she wanted me to take an interest in her little body.



   I laid her down on the couch and took off her loose panties.  I saw that
her little labia were swollen and bruised as well as her nipples.  Opening
the labia a little I saw contusions inside them as well.  The other thing I
noticed was her intact hymen.  She hadn't been raped yet.  I thought it
peculiar that the Mafia would protect a little girl's virginity until she
turned 7.



   As if she read my mind she said, "The older girls told me about the
first time they got raped by a customer.  Most of them said that they were
hurt and beaten because many customers like to rape a young virgin and
treat her roughly.  I will be 7 next week and I have been very scared about
that.  Luckily you saved me from that, mister."



   After some thinking she added, "I don't mind being... uhmm...
devirginated... do you call it that?  Well the older girls also told me
that after that cruel first time they had nice customers too sometimes. 
They said that being gently..  uhmm..  fucked..  they had nice feelings. 
So I don't mind if you fuck me as long as you are gentle.  Okay?"



   Secretly the idea of fucking this willing little girl made my cock stir
in my pants.  My cock wanted her but I was determined to resist such an
idea.  After all my heart belonged to Ingrid now and I felt I should be
faithful to her.



   So I said, "Well darling, I have no intention of fucking you or taking
your virginity.  Let's just give you a nice warm bath and then let me treat
your little injuries, okay?"



   When I said that she reached out to me with her arms.  She wanted me to
carry her.  Lifting up her young bruised body reminded me of Ingrid and my
cock stirred in my pants some more while tears streamed down my cheeks.



   "Why are you crying, mister?" Alice asked.



   "I'm thinking of my little friend Ingrid," I said.  "She was badly hurt
by those brutes at the mansion."



   "Yes I heard," she said.  "I know Ingrid.  She was a close friend of
mine before she escaped.  I overheard the men talking about killing her
after they captured her again.  That's what they do to girls who run away."



   "Well luckily she wasn't killed but she is seriously injured.  She is in
the hospital now but when she recovers I intend to take her away from
here." I don't know what made me share that with Alice, it just sort of
slipped out before I thought about it.



   I had decided to take Ingrid away with me that morning as I rushed back
from the cottage to join the raid on the Mafia compound.  There was no way
that the authorities would allow Ingrid to continue living with a bachelor
like me when she got out of the hospital.



   I decided I would leave the F.B.I.  and take Ingrid away with me. 
Luckily I had inherited a large amount of money some years ago.



   I didn't leave the agency then because I loved my work.  I speculated
with the money and it even became more and more over the years.  I bought
the cottage with it to enjoy my free time there.  Now I would sell the
cottage, buy a place in the Caribbean and give Ingrid a wonderful life
there.



   I knew of an island nation that was said to be very laid back about
enforcing the law.  As long as a man didn't really hurt a child the
authorities took a "live and let live" attitude.  It was said that many
wealthy "uncles" had settled there living together with their little
"nieces".



   Thinking that over I washed the young red-haired girl's body
absentmindedly and I rubbed her bruised nipples a bit too hard.  I heard an
`Ouch!' from her.  I apologized to little Alice for being so clumsy and
hurting her.



   She just smiled and said it was okay and then she asked me if I could
wash her sore pee-pee too.



   I found it a strange request but decided to accept it as a normal thing
for a man to do with a little girl.  I carefully washed the outer area of
her little cunt with a washcloth.  Then I opened her pale pink little labia
with my fingers and I washed her sore pee-pee ever so carefully.  What a
cute little pussy Alice had!



   She sighed at my gentle touches as I washed her most intimate area. 
Indeed I was reluctant to stop but I forced myself to.  When I finished
washing her properly I lifted her body from the tub to dry her.  Alice
smiled at me as I patted her dry with a thick fluffy towel.



   She was very skinny as if she hadn't been getting enough to eat.  Her
ribs were showing under her chest flesh.  I figured she must be very
hungry. I decided to make her a nice supper like I would do for Ingrid.  I
just couldn't get Ingrid out of my head.



   I wanted Alice to wear some of Ingrid's panties and a nightgown but she
complained that the panties felt weird on her sore pee-pee and so we left
them off.  She was only dressed in a short nightgown and when she twisted
about the gown flew up exposing her bum.  She liked teasing me like that
and so she did it a lot.  I had to do my best not to show my arousal.



   At dinner she ate like a horse.  She obviously hadn't been getting much
to eat at the Mafia compound.  Some customers liked their prey thin.  I
reckoned that they had found such a customer for her rape next week when
she turned 7.  He must be one who liked very skinny girls and so they put
the little girl on a starvation diet to please him.  I'd love to get my
hands on that man.



   After dinner I sat on the couch to watch the news on TV.  Alice went to
the bathroom and then she came into the room looking real cute in that
short nightgown.  She climbed onto my lap and settled herself over my cock
with her buttocks.  My dick got hard right away and she noticed it.



   "Can I suck your cock now?" she asked again as if it was the most normal
thing in the world.



   "Sorry darling, but it would be inappropriate for me to let you do
that." I replied, even though the thought of the little redhead sucking my
cock off for me was intriguing.



   She started sobbing.  Big tears streamed down her cheeks.



   "What's the matter darling?" I asked, concerned.



   "You don't like me!" she cried out now.  "You don't think I'm pretty. 
That's why you don't want me to suck your cock.  And now I can't earn my
stay and you will send me back to that horrible place." She sobbed loudly
now as though her heart was breaking.



   "Of course I like you Alice, and I think you are very pretty.  You don't
have to earn your stay with me by doing that and I will never send you
back." I held her close to comfort her.



   "But....  But... I like sucking cock... If you really like me please let
me suck your cock for you..  I promise to do it good."



   My cock stirred thinking about the little girl's soft warm mouth sucking
on my stiff organ and making me cum.  I missed Ingrid so much.  Still I
really would love being sucked off by this lovely little girl.  I sighed
and then I gave in.



   "Okay then," I said.  "If you want it that much you can suck my cock for
me.  But only because you want to.  Not because you have to earn your stay.
Is that clear, Alice?"



   "Yippie!" she said, jumping up happily.  She immediately took her place
between my legs and lowered my briefs.  My already hard cock sprang out. 
She wrapped her little fingers around it and started to jack me off.  At
the same time she lowered her head and took my dick into her warm moist
mouth.



   I sighed and leaned back.  I thought about Ingrid, imagining that it was
her sucking me off.  How nice she sucked me and I ate her out and then our
lovemaking.  But now she was in the hospital, terribly hurt by Carlo and
his rapist goons.  I made Ingrid a silent promise again to take care of her
when she got home.



   In the meantime Alice was doing at least as good a job at sucking my
cock as Ingrid had.  She squeezed and twisted my cock with her fingers
while her warm wet mouth sucked and licked my dick head.  At this rate I
couldn't hold back my cum for long.  With a growl of lust I spurted my load
into the back of Alice's throat.



   She didn't even cough as she swallowed all of my sperm.  Indeed she
coaxed me to push in even deeper and I felt her swallowing my member as it
shot.  A couple of times I fully entered her throat without her gagging. 
She was deep throating me for real, something that Ingrid had never done
before.



   Indeed I had only been deep throated a couple of times in my life and
then only by experienced grown whores.  It was amazing to see this little
red-haired kid with my entire big cock down her throat.  I came so
forcefully from that.  Being deep throated by an almost 7 year old girl was
too much for me.  I emptied everything I could possibly have in my balls
and I was truly spent after that.



   "Did I do good?" she asked with an impish grin, cum clinging to her
lips.



   "You were wonderful darling," I said.  "In fact that was the best
blow-job I ever had." I meant it too.  I began to think of taking little
Alice with Ingrid and me to the Caribbean too.



   She looked real proud.  She jumped up and threw herself on her back on
the couch.  She lifted the gown up to her chest, spread her legs and said,
"My turn."



   I wouldn't disappoint her of course so I bent down between her inviting
legs and licked her sweet pussy.  Again it reminded me of Ingrid.  Her
pussy tasted heavenly to me but so did Alice's.



   I lapped her flowing juices from her tight vagina.  I tried to push my
tongue in but her hymen blocked my way.  I thought about what she had said
earlier.  She wanted me to take her flower if I would be gentle with her.
Would I....?  Maybe later.



   I ate her out well and when I licked and sucked her tiny clit she bucked
up and writhed about as she enjoyed a true orgasm.  I still could hardly
believe that little girls like her could really cum.



   When she came around again she smiled and said, "That was my best ever
too.  You may take my virgin cherry now."



   "We better go to bed now and get some rest first, darling.  Tomorrow we
will visit Ingrid at the hospital.  Then we will see after that, if you
still want me to fuck you."



   "Okay." was her simple reaction and off she went in the direction of the
bedrooms.  I followed her a moment later to tuck her in but coming to the
spare room she wasn't there.  I went to my bedroom to find her in my bed. I
didn't want to make her cry again so I let her stay.  Lifting the sheets I
found that she was quite naked.



   "Why did you take off your nightgown, Alice?"



   "I like being naked in bed.  You can be naked in bed with me too, I
don't mind.  Besides if I get hungry during the night I can always suck on
your cock and you can feed me some cum."



   Can you believe that kid?  Well again I wanted to please her and so I
took off my briefs and slipped into bed with her naked.  Later that night I
woke up to discover that Alice was hungry for more cock.  I didn't mind
feeding her though.  I ate her out and then we went back to sleep.



   After spending a busy night with my new little girlfriend Alice, I
didn't much feel like getting up early and getting ready to go to work. 
The little red-haired imp kept playing with my cock as we slept naked
together in my bed, sucking me off and waking me up.  It seemed that her
new mission in life was to keep my balls drained.



   Still I needed to be up early so I could stop by the hospital before I
reported in for work, to visit with my poor Ingrid.  The girl had been
badly beaten, raped and whipped by Carlo and his goons.  Indeed if I had
found her in the hidden dungeon any later than I did, she would be dead by
now.



   I also had to make arrangements for Alice.  The little girl was too
young to left alone in my house all day.  I called an old friend of mine
who ran a day-care center.  Greta said she would be glad to look after
Alice for me.  I got the little girl up and we both got cleaned up and
ready for the day.  I fixed us breakfast and after we ate I drove her to
Greta's place.



   Greta greeted us warmly.  She had once been a prostitute and later a
madam, running her own whorehouse behind the front of a massage parlor. 
Unlike many women who were caught up in this trade, Greta never got hooked
on hard drugs.  She looked after her girls and kept them off drugs too. 
She was the proverbial hooker with a heart of gold.



   I had met her some years ago when she turned in an important criminal to
us.  Many guys tend to run their mouths when they are with hookers, wanting
to impress the girls with their importance.  Consequently Greta and her
girls became a good source of what was going down in the streets and we
became friends.  Later when she wanted to get out of the business and
retire to a more legitimate trade, I helped her out by sanitizing her
history for her.



   According to her new papers Greta had run a health club instead of a
massage parlor, and there was no mention of any prostitution.  This enabled
her to get licensed to run a day-care center.  She loved caring for kids.
Later she also got licensed to take in a few kids in foster care, having
them live in her large older home temporarily.



   I knew that if little Alice slipped up and said something about how much
she loved to suck cocks, Greta would not be shocked but would be very
understanding with the little girl.  When I introduced Alice to her they
took to each other right away.  Alice loved the many toys that Greta had
for her to play with.



   While she was busy with the toys I explained to Greta how the Mafia had
conditioned the little girl to be a sex toy for men.  Greta was very
understanding.  I knew she was perhaps the best person that I could ever
find to help me care for the girl.  I also told her that I hoped to arrange
for her to take Ingrid into foster care once the girl recovered and was
able to leave the hospital.



   Then I left and drove to the hospital.  It was too early for visiting
hours but I just flashed my badge as an F.B.I.  agent and they let me in.
That badge gets me into so many places as most people really respect it.  I
was escorted to Ingrid's room by a helpful nurse.



   Ingrid looked awful, her face all swollen and bruised.  One eye was
swollen shut.  I knew her whole body was like that too although she was all
bandaged up now.  One bright spot was that she had no broken bones.  She
had undergone an operation to sew up her torn colon and vagina and to tie
her Fallopian tubes so she would never get pregnant.  Her juvenile uterus
had been ruined and would never be able to carry a baby to term.



   She was doped up with pain killers.  Still she smiled a little when she
saw me.  "Daddy," she whispered in recognition.  Breakfast was being served
but she had no appetite for it.  However I was able to hand-feed her and
get her to eat some of it.  As I fed my little girl I also met the girl in
the bed next to hers, a young brunette named Vicky.  They shared a
semi-private room.



   I learned that she was also a survivor of the Mafia dungeon and a friend
of Ingrid's.  She had also been raped and beaten but not nearly as badly as
Ingrid had been.  Indeed the girl was sitting up in bed, feeding herself
and doing quite well.  She seemed to know who I was.  Ingrid had told her a
little about me while the girls were held together in the dungeon, before
Carlo and his goons attacked them.



   Vicky was going to be released from the hospital in another day she told
me, into foster care.  I made a mental note to see if I could arrange to
get the girl taken in by Greta.  The girls were friends and it would be
nice if they could stay together, I thought.  I had to leave then.  I
kissed Ingrid on the forehead and told her that I had to go to work but I
would come and visit her later that afternoon when I got off.  She
understood.



   At work my boss told me to write up a complete report about what had
occurred at the Mafia dungeon, especially about my shooting Carlo and
killing him.  I knew that the fact he had been about to kill Ingrid with
his knife was justification for the shooting and I would be in the clear.
Still it is necessary to have a full written report any time there is a
shooting.



   My boss also asked me if I had come up with any additional evidence when
I went through the Mafia compound one last time before locking up and going
home.  I did not tell him about finding little Alice and taking her home
with me.  If I did, they would only take the girl away from me and I would
lose my pretty little cock sucker.



   Later in the day I made a few calls and arranged for Vicky to be placed
in foster care with Greta when she was released from the hospital.  Also
Ingrid would be placed there too once she recovered from her more serious
injuries and was released.  I was pleased to have succeeded in getting the
girls placed there together.



   After work I visited the hospital again.  Ingrid was not so doped up
this time although she still had quite a bit of pain.  She was alert enough
to feed herself some supper while I was there.  Vicky was also doing quite
well and she expected to be released tomorrow.  I told the girls that I had
arranged for them to be placed together in the same foster home and they
were happy about that.



   When I left this time I kissed both girls "goodbye" on their foreheads.
Vicky gave me a knowing smile.  It would be interesting to get to know this
girl better, I thought.  I drove to Greta's place then and told her that I
had arranged for Vicky to be placed in foster care with her, and later
Ingrid too when she had recovered.  Greta was pleased as she happened to
have two vacancies at the time.  She also enjoyed caring for girls who had
some sexual experience as these two did.



   Greta was paid by the state for providing foster care to the girls
whether they actually lived with her or not.  I told her that I would like
to take them home with me in the evening as I did with Alice.  She would
actually provide only day care for the girls.  She gave me a knowing smile.




   Greta teased me saying, "You used to like to play with my younger whores
my dear, but now it appears you prefer little girls instead.  Don't you
miss having tits to play with?  I do understand the special `needs' these
girls have developed but I am a bit surprised at you.  Well it's fine with
me as long as the girls have no objection.  Less bother for me.  However
understand that since they are officially in my care, I will be talking
with the girls and if you do anything to hurt them I will not allow them to
go home with you anymore."



   I blushed.  "Greta, you should know that I would never do anything to
hurt my little girls.  I am not sure how it happened but I have indeed
acquired a 'special' interest in them.  But only those who come on to me. I
would never force my attentions on a child.  Still I am pleased that you
care enough about their welfare to check up on how I treat the girls.  You
are a good woman."



   Greta said, "Well if you do get lonely for a pair of tits you are
welcome to play with mine." She batted her eyes at me.  I laughed with her,
taking it as a joke, but it got me to thinking about the woman.  We were
both in our late 40s and certainly we had a lot in common having lived
through similar times and experiences.  We both worked out and kept
ourselves in good shape.  It figured that she might be lonely for male
companionship.  My thoughts were interrupted by my "imp".



   Alice came running to me and gave me a big kiss.  She said, "Hello,
Daddy.  Do you mind if I call you that?  All the other kids have mommies or
daddies who come and pick them up."



   I hesitated just a moment and then said "Sure Alice, I guess it would
all right for you to call me Daddy.  That's what Ingrid calls me."



   I didn't know if I was pleased or not.  Thinking of Ingrid calling me
daddy it felt like I was betraying her by letting another girl call me
daddy too.  But then maybe Ingrid wouldn't mind sharing me with Alice. 
They were friends at the Mafia compound and Ingrid would understand.



   "Lots of daddies have more than one daughter, don't they Daddy?"



   She was right.  "Yes of course they do, Alice."



   She told me how much she loved playing with the toys and with the other
kids who were in day care with her.  I took the little girl home to fix us
a nice supper.  Driving home she told me she had a lovely time playing with
the toys.  To my surprise she told me she made out with Ken.  She imagined
French kissing with him and she rubbed him against her pussy giving herself
nice feelings.



   At first I thought she was talking about some little boy she had met at
day care.  I was relieved when she laughed at that idea and explained that
she was talking about a Ken doll, the companion to the Barbie doll.



   Alice surprised me more when she asked to suck my cock again, and in the
car for Christ's sake!  So I told her to be careful.  While I was steering
she laid her head on my lap, unzipped my pants and took my already hard
cock out.  She licked the tip and pumped her fingers up and down my pole.
Then she took the head in her mouth and sucked and licked it.  I had a hard
time keeping my mind on the road, especially when I felt her deep throating
me.



   I felt her swallowing movements on my dick head when she swallowed it
down her throat.  I was gasping so hard when my dick slipped in and out of
her throat feeling her swallowing it with each in thrust.  A moment later I
spurted my load right down her throat as she took my cock down as deep as
possible and held it there until I shot it all.  All the time I felt her
swallowing movements massage my cock.  It was awesome.



   When I was done she let my cock slip out of her throat and took a deep
breath.  "Did I do well?" she asked looking proud.



   "You were amazing, darling," I said meaning every word of it.



   "Will you reward me by taking my virginity tonight?" she asked.  There
were those puppy dog eyes again.  Somehow little girls soon learn that they
can get away with anything by showing such puppy dog eyes.  Men melt at
that.



   "Why are you so eager to lose your virginity, Alice?" I asked her.



   "Well you see, I'm afraid I will get caught again by the Mafia and if
I'm still a virgin they will sell me to some awful rapist and I will be
hurt badly.  But if you take my virginity then I'll be safe.  I won't be
that attractive to them anymore."



   "I don't even know if you're ready for that yet, my love," I said. 
"Let's have supper first and then if you still want to go through with it
we can give it a try.  But if it hurts too much we will stop.  Okay?"



   "Yes, yes, I'm going to get rid of my virginity!" she said clapping her
hands.



   What else could I do with such a horny little girl?  Her mind had been
screwed up forever by those Mafia bastards.  Now I had to put up with the
consequences.  Yes, and I hated that.  - Not!



   At home I started supper and Alice went to her room.  A moment later I
heard some noise behind me and I found her standing there naked.  I gasped
and asked her why she was naked.  She told me that her clothes had rubbed
her bruises at day care and now she wanted to give them some relief.



   She sat down in a chair and spread her pussy lips open.  She asked me if
I would look and see if her pussy was a bit sore from rubbing against the
fabric of her panties.  I gasped again when I found myself looking right
into her pink inner folds.  Indeed I could see some flushed spots where her
contusions were.



   "You will have to kiss it and make it feel better before you can take my
virginity," she said with a naughty smile.



   "Okay, but just one little kiss.  I'm still busy with dinner." I knelt
down and kissed her bare open pussy and gave it a quick lick.  It tasted so
good that I was tempted to continue but I made myself stop.  She sighed as
I stood back up and finished making dinner.



   We sat down at the table and ate quietly.  Alice didn't eat much.  She
was too excited because I had promised to deflower her.  I had mixed
feelings about it.  Sure I would love to, but was she ready?  I knew from
Ingrid that it had been pure horror for her losing her virginity on her 7th
birthday.  But then she had been treated badly and she was raped by a
sadist who had ripped away her hymen brutally.



   Alice wasn't even 7 and she looked tinier than Ingrid.  Would she be
ready?  Wouldn't I damage her by forcing myself into her tiny orifice? 
Well she was determined to do this and so I had to go through with it, but
I would be very careful with her.



   After dinner I cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes in the
dishwasher while Alice went into the living room to watch some cartoons. 
When I finished my work in the kitchen I went in to her and sat down next
to her on the couch.  She climbed onto my lap immediately facing the TV and
I found myself watching cartoons with an almost 7 year old naked girl
sitting on my hard-on.



   She nestled herself against me and spread her legs, straddling my legs
with hers and therefore spreading them open.  She took my hands and guided
them to her spread open pussy.  While still watching cartoons my hands
found her wet warm vagina.  She sighed when my fingers caressed her still
sore labia and I wondered again if I should go on with it.



   I rubbed her little labia slowly hearing her purr like a kitten. 
Spreading them a little I moved my fingers inwards, rubbing between the
lips over her moist virgin vagina.  I got some goose bumps thinking about
breaking this young nymphet in.  I rubbed up and down her slit and bumped
my fingers into her small clitoris which was on its way up to a tiny
erection.



   I thought about Ingrid.  Her little clittie was very exposed now that
her prepuce had been cut away.  I wondered if it would be too sensitive for
her to wear panties over that.  I tried to imagine how it would feel when
her sensitive unprotected clitoris would rub against the fabric of the
panties while she walked or moved.  Maybe she would have to wear a gauze
bandage over it.  I was sorry for her but at the same time it aroused me
too.



   Thinking about that I was rubbing Alice's clit over and over again and a
bit hard too.  Suddenly I heard her moan.  Thinking I had hurt her I was
about to apologize to her but then her orgasm exploded.  She trembled and
bucked on my lap and she moaned deep and low.  Then she became quite heavy
as she lay limply in my lap, sort of passed out from her exciting cum.



   She fell asleep like that and there was nothing more for me to do than
take her to bed.  I was happy that there was some postponement of her
de-flowering because the chance of damaging her scared me.  On the other
hand I was sad too because I really would like to experience de-flowering a
nearly 7 year old.  O well, we would do that later.



   After watching the news I went to bed too being exhausted by the things
that had happened that day.  Seeing how badly Ingrid was harmed.  Meeting
her roommate.  Making arrangements for the girls to live with Greta and of
course actually with me.  I also wondered about Greta.  I drifted off to
sleep thinking about all of that.



   In the middle of the night I woke up.  Somebody was in my bed shaking me
awake.  It was Alice.



   "You promised to take my virginity," she said bluntly.



   She was already stroking my dick, sitting next to me quite naked.  There
was no way back now.  I rubbed her tiny nipples.  They were still sore but
she let me touch them softly.  She kept wanking me until my dick was rock
hard.  Then she lay back and opened up her legs.  She even guided my cock
to her pussy.



   I was so horny for the girl I might even rape her if she would back out
now but she didn't.  I noticed her shivering though.  Although she was
determined to do this she was frightened too.  I lowered myself on top of
her kissing her forehead, then her soft lips, and then I kissed, licked and
sucked her swollen nipples.  She moaned.



   I lowered my pelvis to hers and my dick touched her pussy slit.  She
tensed up.  She was afraid.



   "Say the word "Stop" if you want me to stop and I will," I said to her,
not so sure that I would be able to stop.  She nodded agreement and I
continued.  My dick head slipped between her ever so tiny and slick pussy
lips spreading them apart, but when I tried to push in nothing happened. 
Her pussy didn't stretch enough to let me in and her hymen was stubborn
too.



   She reached down and opened up her pussy lips herself to make more room
for me.  I pushed a little harder and her immature labia started to give
in. They stretched and stretched.  I could see the pain in her face but she
didn't say the word.  Then it happened.  Her lips stretched enough to let
my dick in, ripping her hymen on the way in and she cried out in pain. 
Tears welled up in her eyes.



   I waited with just my dick head in the tiniest pussy I had ever been in.
I waited for her to get used to the stretching and for the pain her ripped
cherry gave her to subside.  When it did I pushed in some more and she
moaned again.  This would not be easy for me but especially not for her. 
She really was too tight to be fucked yet.  But she didn't want to give up.



   Pushing and pulling I made her pussy stretch enough to let me in further
and further.  Every time I moved in a little deeper she moaned and
sometimes even cried but no "Stop" was heard.  So I went on and on ever so
slowly.  It took me at least half an hour to push my cock in as far as it
would go and that was only half of it.  I do have such a big cock.



   Tears kept streaming down her cheeks but she was brave enough to
continue with it.  When I bottomed out I pulled back a little and then in
again.  Slowly I began to work my cock in and out making it slippery with
her juices and the little blood her ripped hymen caused.



   Once she had enough lubrication it went a little easier and I saw her
relax.  I felt stupid not thinking about taking some lubricant to make it
easier for her but it was too late now.  Her own juices made it slippery
now and fucking her was a real delight, even for Alice.



   Fucking her slowly and gently caused some more moans but they were
different moans, less from the pain and more from arousal.  I kept fucking
her slowly and carefully.  I could feel her orgasm build up as well as
mine. She bucked a little and started to tremble more.  Then she cried out
and I could feel her pussy clamp onto my dick, kneading it even more than
before.  I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot my semen into her
abused sensitive pussy.  She bucked and writhed some more and then she
passed out.



   I took my spent dick out her tight orifice, nestled myself beside her
and caressed her still bruised body.  She was spent and so was I.  I fell
asleep holding her tiny body in my arms.  I felt guilty but ever so pleased
too.



   When I woke up she was awake already and stroking my dick.  She smiled
at me and said, "Thank you for being so careful, Daddy.  It hurt a lot but
you being so gentle made the pain go away and made room for the pleasant
feelings." She kissed the tip of my dick but didn't go on.  She just hugged
me and whispered something in my ear.



   She whispered, "I love you Daddy." I rather liked the sound of that now.
"I love you too, Alice."



   Then Alice told me something that surprised me a lot.  She said that
before she was kidnaped by the Mafia she was in an orphanage with her baby
sister.  They had been placed there after their mother died.  When the
Mafia grabbed her outside of the orphanage her baby sister was about a year
old.  That had been a year ago and her sister would be about 2 now.



   She said, "I miss my little sister so much.  She is all I have left of
my family except for you, Daddy.  Could you help me find my sister and let
her be put in foster care with Greta too?  And maybe she could even live
with us at night."



   I had to think this one over.  I wasn't even sure I could find the
orphanage from which she had been abducted.  So I told Alice that I would
see what I could do for her without promising her anything.  Still I hoped
I could track her little sister down through the F.B.I.



   Alice winced when she put on fresh panties.  Her little pussy was sore
from the stretching I had given it and from the rupture of her hymen.  I
was concerned what Greta would think if she learned that I had fucked the
little girl last night and had de-flowered her.  So I taped a bit of gauze
over her pussy, hoping that would ease the discomfort of her wearing
panties.



   I was not getting much sleep anymore with my little cock sucker keeping
me busy at night.  This day Vicky was to be released from the hospital and
I expected to bring her home tonight.  I figured if she was anything like
Ingrid and Alice I would be expected to fuck her too.  Then in a few more
days Ingrid would be coming home too.  Was I up to keeping three horny
little girls satisfied?  I was not sure about that but it promised to be
interesting trying.



   Then there was Greta.  I now had an idea about including her in my new
little family too.  I knew she loved caring for little girls and she would
make a good mother for them.  I was rather sure she would like to fuck with
me also.  Greta was an attractive mature woman.  I never had any trouble
making love to grown women.  This thing with fucking little girls was still
quite new to me.



   I toyed with the idea of marrying her.  If I did that then we could
apply to adopt the little girls in our care.  The authorities often approve
of foster parents adopting kids I knew.  We could really become a family
and that way I would not have to sneak the girls out of the country to live
with me in the new place I had just bought in the Caribbean.  No, we could
take the girls there quite openly and legally if they were our adopted
daughters.



   I dropped Alice off at Greta's and then went to the hospital to visit
Ingrid and Vicky.  Ingrid was a little better that morning but she still
looked bruised and had quite a bit of pain.  Vicky on the other hand was
practically bouncing around, eager to be released.  I learned that the
pretty brunette was to be released at midday so I decided to come back
during the lunch hour to take her to Greta's.



   At noon I returned to the hospital.  Vicky was out of the room getting
her release examination from her doctor.  I went over to visit with Ingrid.
My little lover looked a little better.  Most of the bandages were off and
she smiled slightly at me.



   "I'm so glad you're here Daddy," she said with a soft voice.  "I'm
starting to heal but I'm still so sore."



   With that she lifted the sheet and I startled at what I saw.  Her chest
was really badly bruised.  More blue green and yellow skin instead of the
pale pink colour her skin used to be.  Her left nipple was stitched to her.
It was like it had been bitten almost completely off.  She turned and
showed me her back and it was even worse, bearing the nasty scars from a
whipping.



   When she lowered the sheet more I could see cuts and welts on her entire
belly and when she pulled it down more she showed me her black and blue
pussy.  I was afraid that someone might see us with her naked like that. 
But she assured me that no one would be likely to come in for awhile as the
nurse had checked her just before I arrived and Vicky was out being
examined.



   Ingrid lowered the sheet more and spread her legs.  She showed me her
stitched up pussy.  She told me she had been torn badly down there and her
stitches hurt her.  She would have a stubborn scar there in her vagina that
would need to be worked on to become supple again.  Her anus was stitched
up too and it hurt her to poop she told me.



   I felt so sorry for my little girl.  I blamed myself for not being able
to keep her safe from this.  I asked her why she slept naked.  She told me
she couldn't bear to wear clothes over her still fresh wounds.  She made me
promise to take her home as soon as the doctors would allow it.  I gladly
agreed to do that of course, although I would have to clear it with Greta
who was officially her new foster parent and responsible for her care.



   We heard someone coming and she quickly covered herself with the sheet.
I saw pain on her face when she did that.  Moving hurt her a lot.  Just
when she was covered up Vicky came in.



   "Daddy!" she shouted and threw herself into my arms.



   "I can call you Daddy, can't I?" she said.  "Ingrid tells me you let her
call you daddy and I want to have a new dad too.  So please, can I call you
daddy?"



   It was fine by me.  Another daughter wouldn't hurt me, not at all.  So I
said, "If it's fine with Ingrid then it's fine with me."



   We both looked at Ingrid and with a smile she said, "I love Vicky as a
sister so I would love her to call you daddy too."



   "Well I'm glad you feel that way.  There is something I haven't told you
girls that I should.  You both know Alice don't you?"



   "Yes, the little red-haired girl.  Do you know her too, Daddy?" Ingrid
asked.



   "Yes.  I found her hiding at the Mafia compound after the other agents
left and so I took her home with me.  She is now in day care at Greta's,
your new foster mother."



   Vicky grinned at me.  "I know that little Alice loves to suck cocks. 
Has she been keeping you busy, Daddy?"



   I blushed redly.  Ingrid said, "Well I guess that we are three sisters
now then.  It's okay though, I like Alice.  She is a frisky little girl and
lots of fun to play with."



   "Yes she is." I agreed.  We all laughed at that.  I was pleased to see
that the girls were not going to be jealous of one another.



   So it was agreed then.  After kissing Ingrid goodbye I made her a
promise that I would be back tomorrow and try to get her out of the
hospital as soon as possible.  Then I took Vicky to meet Greta, her new
foster mother.  Greta made the girl feel at ease and showed her to the room
that was to be hers, although we all knew that she would most likely be
spending her nights at my place.



   Alice came and greeted us too but then she returned to play with the
other kids in day care.  We left Vicky to look over her room and Greta took
me aside privately to talk to me.



   She frowned at me and said, "This morning I discovered that some nasty
man has fucked Alice and taken her virginity.  The little girl's pussy is
very sore.  I think I should report it to the police.  What do you think
about that, Agent Willems?"



   I didn't know if Greta was serious or not.  If she was, I was in big
trouble.  "Uh, Greta, I hope you understand that I would never do anything
with a little girl like Alice unless she wanted me to.  In fact she begged
me to take her virginity from her.  She was afraid that the Mafia might
find her again and hurt her if she was still a virgin.  I realize of course
that I should not have done that.  She is really so young to be fucking." I
was really sweating by now.



   Greta nodded in understanding but she was still frowning.  "Well you are
in luck, Lucas Willems.  I questioned Alice closely about this and she
assured me that she begged you to fuck her.  She said you were reluctant to
do it too, and so I will let you off this time.  But I'm glad you agree
with me that she is very young to be fucking.  So just be very careful with
her okay, Lucas?"



   "Yes of course I will, dear Greta.  Thank you for understanding." With
that I kissed the surprised woman.  After a moment she kissed me back. 
Blushing then she pulled back and looked at me.



   "What was that all about, Lucas?" she asked.  Still she seemed to be
pleased that I had kissed her.



   "You know that I am an old bachelor Greta, and probably set in my ways.
Still I now find myself with three young girls on my hands, all calling me
daddy.  I feel just a bit overwhelmed by it to be truthful.  I know that
you love these kids and I could not find a better woman to be a mother to
them.  But these are just the practical reasons.  Greta, we have a lot in
common.  I have always liked you and I feel even closer to you now.  I
would like to marry you if you will have me."



   The woman looked even more surprised.  "Lucas, you know that I have been
a prostitute and then a madam.  I never thought that any man would want to
marry a woman like me."



   "Those things do not define you in my eyes, Greta.  I know you to be a
warm and compassionate woman who really loves these kids.  Besides you
offered to let me play with your tits and I find that I really would like
to do that." She laughed a lot when I said that.



   She kissed me then and I fondled her tits through her dress.  "Okay
then, I will marry you, Lucas." Well I had done it now, no backing out.  I
was actually going to get married after all these years.  But I had to get
back to work and so I left then.



   That afternoon I set out to trace down the orphanage that Alice had been
kidnaped from.  She remembered the name of the city where she had lived and
that helped a lot.  Indeed I found the orphanage and learned that her 2
year old sister was still living there.  I knew that Alice would be very
pleased to hear that.



   After work I stopped off at a jewelry store and bought a really nice
diamond engagement ring.  Greta was very pleased when I put in on her
finger.  I had guessed her size correctly too and the ring fit well.  Then
I told her about Alice's baby sister and how Alice would love to have her
join our family too.



   "Well Lucas, it seems we are going to have quite a family.  I never
thought I would have such happiness." My bride was close to tears as I took
her in my arms and kissed her.  I realized that I was going to love making
love to her too.  It would be quite different from fucking the young girls
but also very pleasant in its own way.  I was a lucky man.



   After a few more words regarding our plans to be married soon, I took
Vicky and Alice home with me.



   As I was fixing dinner I heard the girls giggling in the living room. 
They were becoming best buddies already and that pleased me.  They would
have a normal life now.  Well as normal as possible after the way the
treatment at the Mafia mansion had twisted their minds.



   When dinner was ready and I had set the table I called the girls in for
dinner.  I was shocked at the way they were dressed.  The were wearing only
panties and very short undershirts exposing their cute bellies.  They both
laughed at my shocked face and they decided it was fun teasing me.



   We ate dinner silently.  The girls exchanged meaningful looks and I
wondered what they were up to.  I was soon to find out.  After I finished
cleaning the kitchen I went to the living room to find it deserted but with
the TV still turned on.



   I heard the girls giggling again down the hall and I was pleased that
they were having so much fun.  If I knew what they were up to I wouldn't be
so pleased.  Well maybe I would be.



   I sat down on the couch to watch some lame cartoons that were on TV when
the girls came in.  I didn't look up until they jumped onto the couch.  I
looked at them and I almost choked on my own spit.  They were both stark
naked and smiling innocently.



   "Why are you girl naked?" I asked them.



   "Well I told Vicky about you proving to me that sex doesn't have to be
brutal and hurtful.  And Vicky had a real bad experience with her virginity
being taken away very roughly and being beaten.  So we decided that you
will have to show her that it can be good too."



   "Do you now?" I said sounding a bit angry.  "And why would I risk being
caught fucking another juvenile girl?" I was still thinking about what
Greta had said to me.  I needed to be more careful.



   "You know we won't tell on you," Alice said again.  "And Vicky needs it
so badly."



   For the first time I saw Vicky naked.  She was beautiful.  She even had
a slight start of her tits.  Not just swollen aureoles like Alice and
Ingrid, but real tit buds with stiff nipples on top poking out.  They were
not much of course because she was just 7-going-on-8, but for a 7 year old
it was amazing.  If you were to see just a picture of her chest you would
know that this was a girl's chest, not a boy's.  I loved it.



   I wondered if she would have pussy hair already too but looking down at
her bald pussy I am happy to state that there was no sign of any pubic hair
yet.  Looking over her body I noticed she was badly bruised too.  What was
it with those men?  Not only did they want to be with young girls, which I
understood now, no that wasn't enough.  They wanted to make them suffer. 
They got their kicks by hurting and torturing little girls.



   Carefully I caressed her swollen nipple and Vicky moaned a little.  "So
you want to know if sex can be good?" I asked her, caressing both of her
still sore nipples.



   "Yes please Daddy," she whispered with her eyes closed.  "I need it so
much.  I might not ever dare to be with a man again feeling the way I feel
about sex now."



   Alice participated by drawing Vicky down by her shoulders until she was
lying backwards on the couch and holding Vicky's head in her lap.  I
couldn't say I minded seeing that lustful young Vicky lying there with her
inviting tiny tits, her luscious legs spread and her abused pussy opened up
a little.  I slid down my briefs and my already throbbing member sprang
out.



   Vicky looked at it with some fear.  She had a bad experience being
forcefully de-flowered by a brutal man whose intention was to hurt the
little girl as much as possible.  And then the rape squad at the Mafia
dungeon had started in on her too.  I could still see the bruises on her
little labia and the bite marks on her tiny tits.  These men all seemed to
get some enjoyment by biting little girls' tits.



   Slowly I moved my cock up to her trembling body and aimed it at her
little vagina.  Alice started to kiss her from above and gently caress her
sensitive nipples to comfort her.  When I started to push in Vicky tensed
up making her pussy less accessible.  I rubbed her tiny clit while I waited
with my cock just up the entrance of her vagina.



   Getting her clit rubbed made her pant and relax.  That made her pussy
relax enough to let my cock in and I slipped in slowly.  Although she was
real frightened about what was about to happen my cock slipped in easier
than I thought it would.  Her pussy was flexible and wet and my cock
slipped in further and further without much discomfort for Vicky.



   She was tight though and my cock loved it.  Her face cleared up when she
realized that fucking didn't have to hurt at all.  Instead it felt really
great to her.  Having a cock fed into her vagina so carefully didn't hurt
at all.  The stuffed feeling made her body tingle and tremble and when I
started to pump in and out she panted and moaned with pleasure.



   I picked up more speed, something I never did with Ingrid or Alice. 
Fucking Vicky's flexible cunt was so much easier that I dared to pick up
more speed and I was force fucking her deeper than the other girls too.  I
could see and hear that she liked it.  She gasped and breathed rapidly and
her hips bucked up to meet my pumping cock.



   After some more pumping she came big time.  She really shouted it out.
"I....  I'm....  cum... cum....  Cummingggggg... o yes.....  I'm
cummingggggg... ahhhhhhhh.!!"



   It was music to my ears and her contracting pussy did magic to my cock.
I think I have never spurted more than I did in that willing, contracting,
dripping vagina.  I pumped and pumped and I think Vicky orgasmed three
times in a row until she was spent.  She just lay there limp as I pumped
the last ropes of cum into her pussy, making her body move up and down with
my strokes.  She didn't even notice anymore as spent as she was.



   I rested with my dick inside her still contracting pussy as my orgasm
slowly subsided.  Vicky really drained the energy out of me as if her pussy
sucked it right out of my dick.  When she came to her senses she looked up
to me, smiled and said, "Thanks Daddy, for showing me how lovely sex can
be. I've never experienced anything like that before and I really loved it.
And I really love you, Daddy."



   "The pleasure was all mine my love, and I love you too." I said kissing
her on the lips.



   She kissed me back and then sighed.  She was completely satisfied.  I
looked at Alice.  She was too surprised to react.  She was amazed by our
love making.  I knew that she would want me to fuck her that way too but it
would have to wait until her little pussy loosened up more.



   We went to bed then.  I was tired and so I insisted that the girls sleep
together in the spare bedroom.  I hadn't had a good night's sleep in
several days.  The next morning when I woke up I rather missed having a
naked little girl in bed with me.  I looked in on the girls and saw that
they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.  I smiled.  They looked so
cute that way.



   I showered and fixed breakfast.  The girls were up by now and they
showered together.  I heard them giggling in the shower and I wondered if
they were having girl sex together.  I figured that would be okay if they
wanted to do that.  It would relieve some of the demand on me and my cock.



   After breakfast I drove the girls to Greta's to spend the day.  I talked
to Greta a bit and we made more plans.  We would get married and then apply
to adopt the girls.  We would also need to get them enrolled in school. 
Their education had been badly neglected except for instruction in sexual
activities and they would need to catch up to other girls their age.



   I kissed Greta "goodbye" and went to visit Ingrid in the hospital.  She
had a new girl sharing her room but this was not a girl from the Mafia
compound and so I had to behave myself while I was with Ingrid.



   I had to leave then to go to work.  My mind was busy with the coming
marriage and with taking Ingrid home from the hospital again.  My boss was
surprised when I informed him that I was getting married and when I put in
for an early retirement.  There were going to be some big changes in my
life.



   That afternoon I went to the hospital after work to talk to the doctors
about Ingrid.  I wanted to know how soon I might be able to move the girl
to her new foster home with Greta.



   The doctor in charge of her case was not that eager to release her.  He
told me that Ingrid just hadn't recovered enough to go home yet.  She still
had some nasty wounds that needed to heal more and some bad scars that
would remain tensed up if not proper taken care of.



   The nurse who took care of her had to rub her scars with a softening
cream twice a day, and her wounds with a disinfecting cream.  Also Ingrid
had to take antibiotics to fend off infection.  And then there was the
problem with her private parts.  The doctor fell silent for awhile as
though considering how much he should tell me about that.



   "You see, Agent Willems, not only was her uterus ruined but also her
cervix and her vagina were badly injured.  Her sex organs had to be rebuilt
and stitched up and there is some stubborn scar tissue in there now.  Also
her little labia were badly torn.  So was her anus.  They are stitched up
too.  If her scars are not treated the right way she may never have a
normal sex life.  Her vagina could be too tough and tight to be penetrated
by a man's phallus."



   I asked the doctor if the stitches would have to be removed after her
wounds healed.  I could imagine that it would be very painful for Ingrid to
have her vagina invaded by an instrument used to cut out the stitches.  He
smiled though and told me that they used dissolving stitches now.  In a few
weeks when their work was done the stitches would simply dissolve and be
absorbed.



   I informed the doctor that Ingrid's new foster mother, Greta, was a
degreed registered nurse and she could take care of Ingrid at her own home.
It wasn't a lie either.  Greta had paid for her medical education by being
a prostitute.  Of course I did not tell the doctor about that part.  After
she graduated she did work as a nurse for awhile but she found that nurses
were quite underpaid.



   Being a madam was far more lucrative than being a nurse so she choose
that over her medical profession.  She still was a talented nurse though
and she often treated the girls working for her if customers got too rough
with them.  She knew all about treating injured tits, pussies and asses.



   Finally the doctor agreed that if I brought Greta in tomorrow the nurse
could show her exactly how to treat Ingrid's wounds and scars.  Then we
might move her to her new foster home.  He had to admit that Ingrid was
very eager to leave the hospital and although she hadn't healed yet it
might be better to treat her in a more comfortable place for her.



   I went to Ingrid's room then to tell her the good news but I was shocked
when I saw her.  She looked worse today.  Even though her body had started
to heal she must have had a setback.  She smiled weakly at me though.  I
told her that I was bringing her new foster mother Greta to see her and
then we might be able to take her home tomorrow.  That cheered her up a
little although she remained rather silent and retiring.



   That evening couldn't be over fast enough for me.  I had some fun with
Alice and Vicky but I couldn't keep my mind on it.  I kept thinking about
Ingrid all the time, worrying about her injuries and scars.  Would she ever
be able to fuck again?  And then there was her mental condition.  That
seemed worse today.  I would have to be very gentle with her.



   The girls noticed my distraction.  "What's wrong, Daddy?" Alice asked,
taking her mouth off of my erect wet cock briefly.  I took my own mouth
away from Vicky's wet leaking cunt to answer her.



   "It's Ingrid, honey.  She has been so badly injured.  As you know the
doctor is letting her come home tomorrow but it will take time for her to
heal.  We don't know if her vagina will ever heal enough for her to fuck
anymore.  I am very concerned about her."



   Vicky took her mouth away from Alice's wet cunt to join the
conversation. "If she cannot fuck with you Daddy, Alice and I can always
use our tongues on her pussy so that she can cum that way."



   I laughed a little.  "Yes, and I can tongue her too.  But I do hope that
she will be able to fuck again.  I enjoy fucking you young girls and that
includes Ingrid of course.  Well we will just have to wait and see how
things turn out."



   With that the girls and I resumed our oral sex triangle.  Alice deep
throated me nicely and that took my mind off of Ingrid for awhile.  Then
Vicky climbed aboard my cock as I lay on my back.  The girl rode me wildly,
her dark hair flying about her pretty head.  Then Alice straddled my head
so that I could eat her pussy too.



   I tell you, with young girls like those two no man could think about
anything else for very long.  We all had some nice orgasms and then we went
to bed.  I was still worried about Ingrid but I finally fell asleep.



   The next morning was a Saturday.  I didn't have to go to work and the
girls could stay home with me.  I decided that I could leave them alone
long enough for Greta and me to go to the hospital and bring Ingrid home.
They promised to be good and not get into any mischief while I was gone.



   Greta had an assistant stay with her foster kids.  She drove to my place
and then we went to the hospital together in my van.  We went right to
Ingrid's room and I happily introduced the injured girl to Greta.



   Shortly after we arrived to visit Ingrid the new girl who was sharing
Ingrid's room was taken away in a wheelchair for some chemotherapy
treatment.  The poor kid had cancer I learned.  What a shame I thought,
that a child could have such a life threatening disease.



   I explained to Ingrid the arrangements we had made.  Greta was to be her
new foster mother and she was officially responsible for her care.  Ingrid
would have her own room at the foster home with Greta.  However actually
she would be going home with me today instead.



   That seemed to cheer her up a little.  Then I told Ingrid that I had
asked Greta to marry me too.  We planned to adopt her and the other girls
and become a real family together.  Ingrid was quite happy about that.  She
looked at Greta's new engagement ring and said how nice it was.  I could
see that they liked each other already.



   Then the nurse came in.  She told us that she was going to treat
Ingrid's injuries and she wanted Greta to watch and learn what she had to
do.  She told me to leave as it involved Ingrid's private parts.  Ingrid
cried out that she didn't want me to go.  She said that I was the only one
she trusted for now and she wanted me to stay.  Greta understood and was
not offended by this.



   The nurse was very reluctant to allow that but Ingrid wasn't going to
change her mind so the nurse had to give in.  She took off Ingrid's covers
and again I was treated to the sight of her naked but badly injured body.
The nurse showed us how to put the cream on Ingrid's wounded back and
front. That was something I had already done the first time I found Ingrid.
After treating her other injuries the nurse put extra cream on her wounded
nipple and rubbed it in lightly.



   Ingrid cried out in pain because her tortured nipp was very painful. 
The nurse told us it was very important to treat her nipple like that even
if it hurt because otherwise the little nerve there might not heal and the
nipp could become just a numb piece of flesh.



   Then it was time for her privates.  The nurse hesitated a little looking
at me but then she shrugged and went on with it.  She took a vaginal
douche. It was like a plastic bottle with a thin phallus-like nozzle on it.
She filled it with disinfecting fluid and told us her vagina and anus had
to be rinsed out with it twice a day.



   She placed a bedpan under Ingrid's bum and carefully pushed the nozzle
into Ingrid's vagina.  Again she cried out.  Even if the nozzle was thin it
still hurt inserting it into her wounded, tensed- up pussy.  The nurse
showed how she pressed on the bottle to release the fluid and a moment
later it washed out of her pussy into the bedpan.  Then she did the same
thing to her anus but only a little way into her rectum.  The injury there
was not as deep.



   When that was done she told us she had to apply softening cream onto her
repaired cervix to prevent the scars from stiffening up too.  Again she
took a phallus-like nozzle only this time it was attached to a tube.  In
the tube was the cream she told us and that was to be squeezed out at the
back of her vagina.



   Saying that she inserted the tube into Ingrid's pussy causing her to cry
out again.  I felt sorry for my little darling.  The nurse shoved the
nozzle really deep in her vagina.  I didn't even know she was that deep. 
It must be way up and pressing against her cervix.



   As if the nurse read my mind she told us the nozzle had to be pushed in
as deep as possible, even if that meant it was pushed up to her wounded
uterus a little.  And then squeeze out the cream, as she did.  This seemed
to relax Ingrid a little.  The cream eased the pain a little.  The nurse
then took some of the cream on her finger and used her finger to treat her
anus, running it around in that dark hole.



   I tried to memorize all the nurse did.  After all it would be me
treating Ingrid's wounds, not Greta.  Still I knew I could count on Greta
to help me with any problems that might arise.  The nurse asked Greta if
she understood what had to be done and Greta confirmed it.



   The nurse seemed to be convinced and she handed us the discharge papers.
When the nurse left we tried to dress Ingrid to take her home.  She refused
at first but realized that she couldn't go home naked.  She allowed us to
slip a very loose dress on her body but she refused panties.  She said it
hurt too much wearing any.



   We decided that no one would notice her not wearing panties unless her
skirt flew up and so we left it at that.  We sat her in a wheelchair
although sitting wasn't easy for her with her bruised vagina and ass but we
managed to take her to the van and lifted her very carefully into it.



   We drove home.  Greta would like Ingrid to see the new room at her place
but I convinced Greta it was best to drive her straight to my house. 
Taking her to the foster home first would cause Ingrid more stress than
necessary.  We got Ingrid home and to her room.  I had converted my den
into a third bedroom for her so she could have a room of her own while she
recovered.



   Alice and Vicky were watching cartoons when we got home.  They greeted
Ingrid briefly and told her how glad they were to have her home.  The girls
had promised to help me care for their injured sister.  Ingrid smiled at
them but I kept the greetings short.



   Greta helped Ingrid remove the dress from her sore body.  She helped me
get her into bed and then she left to return to her own home where she had
other kids to care for.  Ingrid was exhausted so I let her sleep for
awhile. I went down to the living room and sat on the couch.



   Alice and Vicky immediately jumped on me.  "Can we suck your cock now,
Daddy?" they shouted simultaneously.  I agreed.  It would take my mind off
of Ingrid, at least for a few minutes.  The little vixens pulled my
trousers down and attacked my dick like hungry wolves.  They gave me a mind
blowing blow-job.  When Alice had my cock head in her mouth sucking it
forcefully Vicky licked the shaft.  Then Vicky showed me that she knew how
to deep throat a cock too.



   Both girls were talented cock suckers.  They licked and sucked me into a
tremendous orgasm.  As they couldn't decide who would have the pleasure of
having me cum in her mouth they decided to finish me off by hand.  I was
about to shoot my load, expecting one of the girls to take it in her mouth.
At that moment they both wrapped their small hands around my pole, squeezed
and started to pump up and down.



   Now I don't know if you have ever had two 7 year old girls wrap their
small fingers around your pulsing cock and pump you hard, eager to make
your cum fly out of your cock head.  Well I had now and soon my sperm flew
through the air, watched by two pairs of happy eyes.



   The girls thought it was neat seeing my cum flying up in the air and
then falling back to splatter against my lower body.  After that they
lapped it up from my belly and penis with their little tongues and ate it.
Man..  what a life I had now.



   Later that day after lunch with Alice and Vicky I made Ingrid some soup
and took it to her room.  Entering it I discovered she was awake.  She was
on top of her sheets because of the hurt she had.  I looked at her wounded
and bruised body again.  I felt like I could weep right then but I must be
strong for Ingrid.



   The moment I sat down on the bed beside her she threw herself in my arms
and started to cry.



   "It hurts so much, Daddy.  When will the hurt go away?" she whined.



   "Hush darling," I said patting her on the head.  I didn't dare to touch
her aching body anywhere else.



   When she relaxed a little she sat down with a pain grimace on her face.
I fed her the soup and it seemed to do her good.



   "Time for the treatment, darling," I said.



   "Do you have to?  It hurts so much," she said with a scared look at the
flushing tool in my hand.



   "It has to be done, darling.  Only with proper treatment will you get
well again." I said.



   With that she lay down on her front moaning from the pain it caused her.
Seeing her badly hurt back with still open wounds I cried inwardly for her.
Carefully I applied the cream on her back seeing her tense up a couple of
times.



   When her back was done she rolled over onto her back very carefully.  I
rubbed the cream into her chest and when I did her stitched up nipple she
cried softly.  I worked down her body and even did her feet noticing the
bite marks on her toes again.



   Then it was time for her pussy.  I had already filled the plastic bottle
and attached the nozzle to it.  She looked scared at it.  "This hurt so
much, Daddy.  Will I ever be able to fuck again?"



   "Of course you will, darling," I said comforting her but I wasn't so
sure she would be able to.



   I put the bedpan under her and slowly entered her with the nozzle.  She
cried again.  After washing out her pussy I also did her rectum a little.
Then I had to insert the second nozzle to put the cream right up against
her cervix.



   "Please Daddy, no.  That plastic thing hurts too much.  Can't you do it
with your fingers please?" she pleaded.



   Well you know already that I couldn't refuse her anything so I applied
some cream to my middle finger and entered her sore pussy.  I was startled
by the tightness of her vagina.  I wondered if they hadn't given her a
stitch or two too much there.



   It was hard to enter her with just one finger.  I had to push in real
deep too, to reach her damaged cervix but I managed to do so.  Still I felt
she needed to be treated deeper so I had to use the nozzle on her after
all. It made her cry for which I was sorry but it needed to be done. 
However I was able to treat her rectum using just my finger.  The pain
exhausted Ingrid so much that all she wanted to do was sleep and so I left
her alone then.



   That went on for a couple of days, Sunday and Monday.  Although I had
put in for retirement the F.B.I.  needed me to finish out the week.  So
Monday I got Ingrid into the wheelchair with the help of Vicky and Alice. I
drove the girls to Greta's and left the girls in her care.  Ingrid liked
the room that had been prepared for her there, although she would prefer to
be with me.



   I spent my evenings and nights with Alice and Vicky and the girls helped
me take care of Ingrid.  She started to heal well and her body was aching
less after a few days.  Even her pussy was less sore and it loosened up a
little.  I could put my finger into her easily now.  I noticed that it was
a little bumpy inside there from the stitches that had not dissolved yet
and from the scars.



   I wondered what it would feel like to have those little bumps
stimulating my cock if I could get it in there too.  I also noticed that
her exposed clitoris often rose up stiffly while I was treating her wounded
pussy.  Soon I was distracting her by teasing her clittie with a finger as
I used my other hand to loosen up her vagina.  I sucked on her clittie too
and I got Ingrid to cum from doing that.



   After about a week Ingrid told me she wanted to try and see if she could
fuck now and I asked her if she was sure.  I was very reluctant but she
insisted.  I convinced her that I should use the disinfecting cream for
lubrication so I took a big blob and rubbed my dick with it.  She lay back
on the bed, spread her legs and used her fingers to open her labia for me.



   Slowly I fed my cock into her pussy.  I could feel it was still tense
and awfully tight.  She cried out as I worked my way in stretching the
rough scars.  I wanted to stop but she wanted me to go on.  She was
terribly tight, like little Alice had been when I first fucked her.  I had
to force my way in.  I found the little bumps inside her vagina very
stimulating to my cock.



   I got deeper and deeper into her body and I could even feel her inside
tissue tear a little as her wounds were still fresh.  I was afraid that I
might damage her more.  I asked her if we should stop but she didn't want
to.  I noticed a strange look in her eyes as if she liked the pain in a
way.



   I bottomed out then and I saw I had hurt her bumping into her wounded
cervix.  So I started to pump in and out trying not to push in too deep and
hurt her too much.  When I picked up some speed I noticed she didn't enjoy
it very much.  I loved the tightness and the bumpiness though.



   "Harder Daddy harder.  Bump into me hard," she whispered in my ear.



   "But that will hurt you darling," I said.



   "I'm afraid I have got used to the pain.  I might even be addicted to
it," she admitted.  I saw that she felt ashamed of that.



   I cried for my little lover.  Should I give her what she needed and hurt
her or should I refuse?  I didn't want to give in because I would hate
myself if I hurt the person I loved most in the entire world and beyond. 
But I couldn't refuse her anything and so I pumped her harder, bumping into
her cervix a couple of times.



   "Harder Daddy, please harder," she said with tears in her eyes.  They
were tears from the pain but she wouldn't go on without it.  I pumped her
harder and harder and I could see it really hurt her but she kept saying
"Harder Daddy."



   I was torn between wanting to please her and being afraid of doing some
real damage to her.  I could go harder than I did but she couldn't seem to
reach an orgasm from it.



   Then she did something that really frightened me.  She pulled my face
into her chest and said "Bite me Daddy.  Bite my sore nipples, that might
get me off."



   I looked at her with horror but we were already over the line and so I
lowered my mouth and sucked her abused nipples into my mouth.  She sighed
as I did that and it was like she embraced the pain herself.



   While I fucked her real hard now hurting her inside her pussy, banging
against her sore cervix, I suddenly bit her tiny nipple hard.  Not the
wounded nipple, that would be too dangerous, but the other one.  She cried
out but her body started to buck.  It awakened her orgasm.



   "Bite it again Daddy, but harder," she said again.



   With all the power I had I fucked her hard and deep and bit her nipple
as hard as I dared to, afraid as I did that I would injure it as much as
the wounded nipple and might even bite it off.  She cried out and bucked up
as a huge orgasm raced through her body.



   I bit her again and again as her orgasm increased and increased.  Then
she fell back on the bed and passed out.  I withdrew my cock and looked at
her abused pussy.  Some blood was dripping out of it.  Then I looked at her
swollen nipple.  I had drawn some blood there too and it looked almost as
bad as the one that had been stitched up.  I examined it closely and
satisfied myself that it wasn't really that bad though.



   Then I saw that we had an audience.  Two pairs of frightened eyes were
staring at me from the cracked open bedroom door.  I wondered how much of
this scene Vicky and Alice had seen.  A lot I guess.  For the first time
the girls seemed to be afraid of me.  Ingrid noticed the girls then too. 
She called them into the room in a drowsy voice.



   "Don't be afraid, my sisters.  Daddy only fucked me hard and bit me
because I asked him to.  It seems that I need some pain now to have an
orgasm.  Daddy didn't want to hurt me until I begged him to do it to me. 
He won't hurt you though, okay?" That seemed to satisfy the girls.



   Carefully I pulled some covers over Ingrid and let her go to sleep.  I
was exhausted too and I also went to bed.  I cried myself to sleep.  Where
was this going?  Would Ingrid ever be able to have normal sex again or
would she be a masochist forever?



   Later that night Alice and Vicky woke me up, naked in bed with me.  The
girls had talked it over and they wanted me to hurt them a little while I
fucked them.  They wanted to know what it was like.  I was reluctant at
first but they talked me into it.



   So I started out by spanking both of my naughty girls on their bare
bottoms.  Then I did other things to them and I brought both girls to
screaming orgasms.  But I really had some qualms about being so mean to my
little girls.  I wasn't a sadist who enjoyed such things.  Or was I?



   The next night was much the same.  I went to her room to treat Ingrid's
wounds and she cried out when I used the nozzles, but there was a
difference.  I saw the lust in her eyes when I hurt her with the nozzles.
After that we fucked again and she wanted me to hurt her again.  She wanted
me to bite her nipples again, even the wounded one.



   I did it reluctantly, so I told myself, but I must confess it aroused me
too.  I made her bleed a little again but at least I could feel her pussy
starting to loosen up so our `treatment' also helped her with that,
stretching her vagina.



   Later that night I had a visit from Vicky.  I was in my bed thinking
over my experience with hurting Ingrid and how I liked doing that to her in
some perverted way when Vicky came in.



   "Can I ask you something, Daddy?" she said shyly.



   "Sure hon, where is Alice?"



   "Oh Alice was real tired and she is sound asleep.  That is fine with me
though because I wanted to be alone with you to ask you my question."



   "Okay hon.  Ask me anything you want.  You already know I would do
anything for you girls."



   "Well you know last night... when we asked you to uhm... hurt us a
little too like you did Ingrid....  Well I talked with Alice about it and
she said she didn't like it much.  But I did.  I liked it when you spanked
my bum... but....  I uhhmm... want more."



   "What do you mean more, love?" I said with a rising dick.



   "I want uhm... to be alone with you like now..  and uhm..  have you
spank me some more..  but uhm... then do more like you did with Ingrid.. 
fuck me harder and bite my nipps.  I want to try that too."



   "I don't know, hon.  I don't like to hurt you girls." I said that not
really sure if it was the truth.  Maybe the thoughts of those perverts
raping the girls and hurting them excited me in a way.



   "Please Daddy.  I don't fear a little pain.  I think I might like it the
way Ingrid does.  Besides if it hurts too much I will ask you to stop,
okay?" she said.



   There were those puppy eyes again.  I hated it when they did that.  The
girls knew it made me soft.  Well not too soft to want to hurt them.  The
thought of hurting her aroused me so much that I feared there wouldn't be a
way back once I started it.  I really was something of a sadist.



   As we were already naked I picked her up and bent her over my knees.  I
slapped her ass with my hand and enjoyed the red mark it left.  Vicky
screamed but I think she enjoyed it.  Luckily the rooms were sound proof
enough not to let her screams wake up everybody and so I slapped away.



   She cried out as my spanking became harder and harder.  My cock was also
getting harder.  I got carried away spanking her buttocks and I found
myself catching my breath as I realized that Vicky was crying out in pain.
Her ass looked like it was on fire as red as it was and then I felt
something wet on my leg.  Vicky had cum and it had left a big wet spot.  I
could see clearly she was getting off on this so without saying anything I
pushed her on her back.  My cock was throbbing so hard.



   Was I enjoying hurting this little one?  I started to lick her pussy
slit and she panted.  I licked her clittie and sucked it, teasing her.  Her
orgasm started and right when she exploded I sucked the sensitive digit
hard into my mouth.  She cried out in pain but her orgasm bucked in
forcefully.



   When she came to her senses again she whispered, "Wow Daddy.  I didn't
expect you to do that to my button.  It hurt a bit but I never had such a
hard cum." She blushed as if she was embarrassed to tell me that.



   I still didn't talk.  My cock needed some relief.  It throbbed so hard
that it hurt.  I lowered myself between her legs and fed my cock into her
cute pussy in one forceful thrust, stretching it quite suddenly right up to
her cervix and bumping into it hard.  Again she cried out.



   Without waiting I pumped her hard and deep.  Tears streamed down her
cheeks but it wasn't from pain.  She was actually getting off on this. 
Well she had asked for it and I was beginning to see why, so I pumped her
harder and faster, deeper and rougher, until I felt my orgasm building.



   When my cock started to spurt I bent down to her little tits.  They were
so cute, swelling precociously from her chest a little.  I took one of her
hard rosy nipples in my mouth.  I hesitated but then I heard in my ear, "Do
it Daddy, do it."



   I pushed in as hard as I could and I bit into her tit flesh.  She
screamed really hard and her pelvis bucked up in a huge orgasm.  She
orgasmed and orgasmed as she let out some other strong noises I can't
describe.  I banged into her really hard and kept biting her stiff nipples
hard but not too hard.  I was afraid of damaging them.



   I went mad, out of control, pumping her hard as I kept biting her
nipples.  When I came to my senses I realized that she was kicking and
screaming, bucking and shaking all at the same time.  I pulled out of her
snug wet vagina and watched her until she passed out.



   How could I let myself get carried away that much?  Was it the same with
those perverts who liked to hurt little girls?  I was afraid of what I was
becoming.  I understood now how lust could drive a man to do such nasty
things to helpless girls.



   I looked down at my passed-out Vicky's young body.  Her nipples looked a
little swollen and with a few bite marks on them.  It was almost the same
thing I had seen on the girls' bodies when they were abused by those brutal
perverts.  I felt ashamed but also very excited.  Her pussy was dripping
stuff all over the bed.  There was her cum, my cum, and even a little blood
dripping from it.



   Then my little girl came around.  "I'm sorry if I hurt you too much,
darling." I said.



   "Don't worry, Daddy.  It hurt a lot but I enjoyed it a lot too.  It's
not your fault.  I asked for it, but I don't know if I want that again any
time soon.  I orgasmed like crazy.  I have never done that before or felt
feelings like that.  But I'm sore now and I can't even stand.." I thought
about what had just happened.  It seemed that having been abused, raped and
beaten, the girl had found some pleasure in being hurt.  At some level she
even wanted it.



   I kissed her and she cuddled with me.  I held her in my arms but I heard
an `Ouch' as her hurt nipples pressed into my chest hurting her again.



   The next morning when I brought Ingrid her breakfast she told me that
her clittie hurt and that I hadn't given it much attention after it was
circumcised.  She assumed that I didn't like it anymore the way it was now
exposed and all.



   I assured her it wasn't that.  I was afraid it would hurt her too much
playing with it now that it was exposed like that.  However she said she
needed it so bad and she opened her legs for me.  I looked at it closely
for the first time.  It looked odd.  A tiny button without its hood.  It
was like a tiny penis standing up.  I bent down and licked it.  I felt it
throb.



   Ingrid bucked up.  It was really sensitive now without its protecting
prepuce.  I sucked it into my mouth and licked and sucked it over and over
again.  It was a little too sensitive to be doing that to her exposed clit,
I thought.  But Ingrid squealed and bucked up at me.  She seemed to love
it.



   Suddenly she bucked up in orgasm and cried out, "Bite it, Daddyyyyy...
bite it...Oh yes, I'm cummingggg....BITE IT.!!"



   Without thinking I bit down on the little throbbing knob and Ingrid
almost bounced right off of the bed.  She cried out in ecstasy and pain.  I
could hardly hold her down as she thrashed about the bed as if she had a
seizure.  So I bit the clit again and again so I could help her achieve her
orgasm.



   Ingrid had orgasm after orgasm and then fell back on the bed.  Finally I
released her little clitoris from my mouth.  I inspected it, frightened I
might have damaged it but it wasn't that bad.  It was beginning to frighten
me how I lost control of myself when I got into hurting my little girls.



   Her pussy was really dripping and I slowly entered her with my hard
cock. It went in easier now as her vaginal tissue had loosened up.  Partly
it was because of the cream but also because of the everyday fucking we had
now.  She still wanted me to fuck her hard but she didn't ask me to bite
her nipples anymore to get an orgasm.



   I couldn't help it.  I had to fuck her right then and there.  I slowly
entered her and then started pumping harder and faster.  But then Alice
walked in.  She couldn't hold herself back any longer.  She had been
watching us from the hallway and wanted some action too.  She climbed onto
Ingrid in a sixty-nine position and started sucking Ingrid's exposed clit.



   Seeing this just set me off.  With Alice licking Ingrid's clit and me
pumping her vagina it was like I was fucking Ingrid and getting a blow job
from Alice at the same time.  I started pumping with all I had.  Faster and
faster I went.  Where or how I got the energy to do this I don't know.



   That's when I felt a little hand squeeze the exposed shaft of my dick. I
was about to explode.  I had never felt anything so good, so tight in my
life.  I mean half of my dick was being squeezed and the other half was in
Ingrid's now tightened pussy.  I could feel the cum building pressure in my
balls.



   It wouldn't be long now before it had to find its way out.  I could feel
Ingrid's warm girly juices all over my dick.  Then as I thought about my
darling Ingrid and I looked at her, I could see we both were having
satisfying orgasms.  Ingrid was shaking so violently that if Alice wasn't
on top of her she might hurt herself.  That was it for me.  I couldn't hold
it back any longer.  I shot load after load of cum.



   It filled Ingrid's pussy so fast it came squirting out all over the
place.  I fell back against the wall.  I could hardly hold myself up.  I
was shaking all over and it seemed like I couldn't get enough air in, I was
breathing so hard.  All I could do was lie there.  Ingrid on the other hand
was no better.  Alice was still sucking away heavily on her clit.



   Ingrid was screaming "OH....OH...  DON'T STOP...  DON'T STOP!!"



   Her back was arched and had lifted Alice off the bed.  But that didn't
stop Alice.  She just held on tight and kept on sucking and licking. 
Ingrid kept bucking that way until finally she let out a final scream of
bliss and passed out.



   Her body collapsed onto the bed throwing Alice to the foot of the bed
and across my legs.  I tried to catch her but I didn't have the strength. I
just slid down the wall lying next to Ingrid.  Alice lay there a minute
breathing heavily.  Then she crawled up on my side cuddling up with me.



   I was glad Ingrid could have an orgasm without me biting her but part of
me was disappointed too.  Did I like it that much?  But what amazed me most
was that Alice enjoyed that too.  I could tell 'cause her pussy juices were
dripping down my back..  Oh how I wanted to roll over and lick and suck it
right out of that sweet little twat.  But I couldn't move.  I was spent.



   The next day Alice came to me and sat on my lap.



   "Daddy," she said.  "You know it's my birthday next week.  It's my 7th
birthday."



   "Of course I know, darling.  What do you want for your birthday?"



   "I want you to torture me."



   "What?" I said shocked.  "Why do you want me to torture you?  Vicky told
me you didn't even like the spanking I gave you." These girls were too
mature for their age.  The treatment in the Mafia mansion had really
twisted their minds.



   "No I didn't.  But I heard you hurt Vicky good and you do it to Ingrid
all the time.  I feel neglected and besides I want to try something
different.  At the mansion I heard girls telling me about their rough
treatments.  How their nipples and clits were clamped and even got some
needles stuck in them.  I want that for my birthday to see what it is
like."



   "I don't know, darling.  I will have to think about that.  I don't know
if I can hurt you like that." Well my cock knew I could.  It became hard in
an instance.



   "I'd like to be whipped too." she added.



   I was even more shocked but my arousal was raised to even higher levels.



   "Hmm.  Let me think about it.  I might grant your wishes but if I do I
will play it as a real rape.  I will play a brutal pervert and rape and
hurt you good.  Once we start there is no way back.  There is nothing you
can do to stop me.  I will hurt you even harder if you try to stop me, just
like a real rapist.  What do you think of that?"



   Naturally I had no intention of actually doing that but I thought it
would give her second thoughts and she would want out of it.  But I was
wrong.



   "Okay," she said.  "We will do it that way.  It will be more exciting
knowing there is no way back and it will be real rape."



   This little girl was able to continuously shock me but with these girls
I should know better by now.  Well, I thought to myself, that is how it
would be.  It couldn't be done in this house so I started making plans in
my mind to 'abduct' her and take her to an awful place.  Maybe even to the
mansion's dungeon.  It was abandoned now and I still had access.  Yes, that
would do it if I decided to do it at all.



   "I have another surprise for you, darling," I said changing the subject.
"We found your little sister Brianna.  We will go and pick her up at the
home she lives in tomorrow and settle her in here."



   Alice jumped into my arms and hugged me.  "Thank you, Daddy.  I love you
so much.  But you will keep your other promise too, right?" Saying that she
looked me in the eyes with hope, arousal and fear.



   "I said I might, darling.  You will just have to wait 'till your
birthday."



   Later though as I realized that I sort of liked hurting the girls while
having sex with them, I felt quite guilty about it.  The three of them had
already been traumatized at the hands of the Mafia and I should be seeking
to wean them from associating sex with pain.  Instead I was starting to act
like some of the Mafia goons, hurting them.



   So I determined that I would no longer do that to them.  Instead I would
show the girls that it was better to enjoy tender, caring sex with a man
who loved them.  I told Greta what I had done too.  She was very
experienced with various sexual desires and she would help me with this
problem.  Also she could talk to the girls and help them deal with their
desire for pain, especially Ingrid.



   I had finished my last day at work and so I could stay home with my
girls most of the time now.  Greta and I decided not to delay our wedding
any longer.  The sooner we were married, the sooner we could apply to adopt
our girls.  We looked forward to forming a real family together.  We
invited a few close friends and of course our girls were there, Ingrid
still in a wheelchair.



   The wedding took place in a small wedding chapel.  Greta got to wear a
white bridal gown and she was a beautiful bride, radiant to be getting
married after so many years as a single woman.  We had a small reception
following the ceremony with a wedding cake and all that you would expect.
Our girls especially enjoyed the affair.  It was the first wedding any of
them had attended.



   The wedding night was memorable too.  You can imagine what it was like
for me to have my bride and friend Greta, a former prostitute, demonstrate
all her skills at making love.  I will not attempt to describe it except to
say that it was a night I will remember fondly until the day I die. 
Marrying her was one of the best decisions I have ever made.



   That is not to deny my love for my three young girls in any way,
especially my dear Ingrid, but I found that I have enough love to go around
and Greta also has a special place in my heart.  I am truly a fortunate
man. For her part Greta also loves being a mother to our girls and they
love her too.  Ours is truly a loving family.  I hope I am not being too
sentimental about this.



   Moving on though, young Alice was about to celebrate her 7th birthday.
Greta and I had arranged to get custody of her little sister, 2 year old
Brianna, whom we also had applied to adopt.  Indeed the little girl arrived
on the very day of Alice's birthday.  She said it was the very best present
she could ever have, being reunited with her little sister.  Of course we
had other presents for her too.



   Brianna was a little redhead, just like her sister Alice.  She wasn't
sure who we all were at first but soon the child accepted us as her family.
She was a cheerful child, very inquisitive and going around and looking
into everything the way 2 year olds will do.  We were all pleased to add
her to our family.



   We are going to have another birthday to celebrate soon.  Vicky will be
8 years old next week.  She already has cute little tits poking out from
her chest, very precocious for such a young girl.  I really enjoy playing
with her cute tits too.  Of course I love all of my girls and Greta
understands that I am fucking all of them (except for Brianna).  She has no
problem with that.



   I have been working with Ingrid to get her to enjoy sex without pain. 
It is slow going but I am making some progress with her.  With her
permanently exposed clitoris I can always tease and suck that sensitive bud
to bring her to a nice orgasm.



   Now I am working on getting her to cum just from fucking with me.  She
still has the most interesting vagina, tight with little bumps inside that
are very stimulating to my cock.  Indeed one problem I have when fucking
her is holding back my own orgasm until she is ready to cum with me.



   But I didn't think about how persistent a little girl could be.  The day
after Alice's birthday she came to me.  "Daddy," she said.  "Why did you
break your promise to me?"



   "What promise darling?" I replied.



   "You promised me a rape and torture for my birthday," she said.



   "Well darling, I decided not to go on with that.  I think hurting you
girls is wrong and so I won't do it."



   "But you promised," she said sounding mad now.  "You broke your promise
to me and now I can never trust you again.  If you can break this promise
you can break them all." She really cried now.



   "But I will have to hurt you and that would be wrong.  I would feel
guilty about that."



   "But I want it so bad.  I promise you it will be only one time.  If you
do this for me I will be able to trust you again and I will never ask
anything like that again." She gave me the puppy eyes again.



   She had me cornered.  In her eyes I broke my promise to her and now I
had to redeem her trust in me.  She was right, if I broke this promise she
wouldn't know if I would keep my other promises.  So I had to go on with
it.



   "Well darling, if you put it like that I don't have a choice.  I will do
it then but only once and it will be rough.  Please consider changing your
mind about it as I don't want to hurt you."



   "I won't.  I want you to do it.  And don't hold back on me.  I want to
experience the same as my sisters did, to understand them better.  I want
the clamps, the whip and all the other stuff they had to suffer."



   So it was agreed.  I started to make plans for her `rape' tomorrow.  I
went to the dungeon at the mansion to discover all the stuff was still
there.  There were whips and clamps and dildos.  Some of the clamps were
rusty old crap used on the girls they were going to kill anyway.  But there
were also bags with clean sterilized clamps.  These were the kind used by
paying customers on girls they didn't want to be ruined.  They were the
ones I would use on Alice.



   With pain in my head I made everything ready for tomorrow.  I felt
guilty already for planning to hurt my little girl but Alice insisted that
I had to go on with it.



   That evening I explained Alice's wishes to Greta.  She wasn't pleased
with it but understood that we couldn't let Alice down now.  It was really
important to have her trust or she would never heal completely.  So Greta
agreed to cooperate with me.  She would ask Alice to go on an errand for
her tomorrow, one that would take her near the old Mafia mansion.



   Going there Alice would have to pass an abandoned park near the mansion.
That's where I would `abduct' her.  I would disable her with a chloroform
cloth and sneak her into the old dungeon.  When she recovered she would
realize where she was and would be really scared.  I would be wearing a
mask so she wouldn't recognize me.  She would wonder if it was me or if she
had really been abducted by a stranger.



   The next day things went as planned.  I was hiding behind some bushes
when I saw Alice coming along.  When she passed me I grabbed her from
behind and disabled her with the chloroform cloth.  I managed to sneak her
into the mansion without being seen.  There was nobody around to notice us.



   I carried her down the stairs into the prepared dungeon and laid her on
the table.  I undressed her completely and looked at her beautiful young
body.  She was healed just fine, no more bruises, and thinking of hurting
and damaging her again wasn't appealing to me now but I had to do it.



   I made her a silent promise to be as gentle as possible.  But I didn't
know if I could keep that promise once I got started.  I laid her face down
on the table and tied her wrists to some rings at the end of the table. 
Then I spread her legs wide and tied her ankles to the other end.  She was
stretched and spread wide.  I looked right into her young pussy.  My
arousal grew and so did my cock.



   She started to recover so I put on my mask.  I undressed down to my
briefs and got in front of her, showing her the tent my erect cock made in
the briefs.



   "Daddy, is that you?" she asked with fear in her voice.



   With a changed voice I said, "If you want me to be your daddy darling, I
will be that for you.  But I will be a very rough daddy." I laughed madly
and the little girl screamed with fright.



   "But... but... my daddy should be here." Alice stammered.



   "I guess your daddy let you down," I said in the same twisted voice. 
"And now I'm here to punish you."



   "Who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?" Alice said crying now.



   "I'm your worst nightmare.  I'm here to hurt and kill all the girls that
ran away and told about our Mafia operation to the police.  There are three
of you runaways.  Too bad for you you're the only one I could capture.  Now
you will have to suffer for all three.  Three times the whipping, the
torturing, and in the end it will be my pleasure to kill you.  But not
until you have suffered for a long time.  Your skin will be ripped open and
your pussy and ass will be a bloody mess before you are allowed to die."



   I was very harsh to Alice but she had to learn that being raped and
tortured wasn't a pleasant thing.  Of course I had no intention of ripping
anything open.  I would just scare her and hurt her some but I would
certainly not kill her.



   "O no..  please don't hurt me and don't kill me.  My daddy was supposed
to be here to hurt me but that was just a game."



   "So your dad was going to hurt you, huh?  Well then I guess I'm doing
him a favor doing it for him.  Prepare yourself for some real hurt before
you die, darling," I said in a threatening voice.



   With that I took the whip I had already set out ready to use.  I had
placed it on a table in front of her so that she could see me get it.  I
had also placed other objects there like some big dildos and the clamps.  I
chose large dildos but not too large.  I didn't want to damage her internal
sex parts.



   When Alice saw me picking up the whip she started shaking and she begged
me, crying, to spare her, "O no... please noo..  don't..  please..  don't
hurt me...... DADDYYYY!!"



   I could tell she really was frightened but I said, "Prepare yourself to
get your skin ripped open and your pussy and ass destroyed.  Then after a
long time of suffering you will die." Again I used that disguised,
threatening voice.



   With that I swung the whip and let it land on her back.  It created a
nice red stripe.  I whipped hard enough to hurt her good and create nice
stripes but not hard enough to tear her skin.  I didn't want to wound her.



   I whipped her back and buttocks a couple of times.  I noticed nice red
stripes all over when she started to shake uncontrollably.  Strange high
pitched sounds came from her throat.  It looked like she was having a
seizure.  She was so scared.  I saw that it was too much for her, she
couldn't cope with this.



   Quickly I dropped the whip, tore my mask off, and hugged and kissed her
forehead.



   "Hush darling.  Don't be scared.  It's daddy.  Please don't be scared.
I'm sorry if I scared you too much." I kissed her face over and over again
saying that.



   "O daddy is it you after all," she sobbed "I was so scared.  I thought I
was really abducted by the mob and that I was going to die.  I wanted to
tell you once more that I love you so much before I died, but I thought
there was no more time for me to do that."



   "I'm here my darling and there will be no more of this.  I shouldn't
have done it in the first place.  I will untie you and we will go home."



   "No please.  I'm okay now.  I was just so scared but now I know it's
you, I want to continue.  The hurt wasn't that bad.  I liked it in a way.
It was just the thought of being ripped open and killed.  Please Daddy, can
we go on now?"



   "Are you sure, Alice?  Only if you want it real bad," I said.



   I really had second thoughts now.  I was very reluctant to hurt my sweet
girl.  I was also ashamed for having such horny feelings about it.  I knew
I had to go on now with Alice as I had to re-earn her trust.  But after
this there will be no more of this.  Greta and I would teach our girls to
enjoy gentle love making without the pain.



   "Please Daddy, continue with the whipping.  It makes me feel so special.
It's like hating it and loving it at the same time.  Whip me some more. 
Especially my bum and upper legs are real sensitive to it."



   Without saying a thing I picked up the whip again.  Alice was still
shivering but now it was in anticipation.  She still wanted more.  The fear
of being tortured to death was just too much for her, but she liked the
pain and she trusted me not to really harm her.



   I whipped her back again.  Then her buttocks which were shaking under
the blows.  Then her upper thighs and even her calves.  Even if I enjoyed
it again I was very worried too.  I didn't want to wound my little darling.
I was ashamed of my arousal and my hard cock.



   I whipped her some more and her back and legs were almost covered with
red stripes.  There were also some welts forming.  That was a sign for me
to stop.  I didn't want risk any damage.



   "Time to do your front, brat," I said acting like the abductor again.



   Alice understood and whined, "No please don't hurt me more.  And don't
kill me please."



   Without saying more I untied her legs and flipped her over.  She moaned
because her back hurt now that she had to lie on it.  Quickly I tied her
legs again, spreading them just a bit beyond the pain level and she moaned
again.  I was surprised to see it was a moan of lust.



   I looked at her stretched out body.  I sighed at the sight.  She was so
beautiful.  Her little nipples were budding out.  Not really tits yet but
definitely swollen aureoles.  Her flat tummy was beautiful too not to
mention her bald spread open pussy.



   I picked up the whip again.  I was reluctant to whip her front but she
was expecting me to do it.



   "Don't forget the clamps Daddy," she said breathing heavily as if she
was frightened but still determined to go on.



   "I don't know, darling.  It will hurt a lot and maybe even damage some
skin."



   "You promised me the full treatment," she said sounding a bit angry
again.



   With that I picked up a bag with clean sterilized clamps.  I opened one
up and saw the tiny sharp teeth.  With reluctance I took her tiny but stiff
nipple between my fingers and pulled it away from her body a little.  Alice
trembled tremendously but looked on with lustful eyes.  Carefully I placed
the clamp at the base of her nipple just where her aureole started.  Ever
so carefully I let it close over her tender flesh.



   Slowly I let it close, afraid that the teeth would dig into the flesh,
but I couldn't prevent it from happening.  I saw the teeth dig in and even
a little blood appeared.  Alice let out an ear piercing scream.  Scared I
looked at her face.  Had I hurt her too much?  Had I wounded her?  I would
never forgive myself if I crossed that line.



   "Do the other one, Daddy.  Quick before I loose my nerve," she said
panting real hard and gritting her teeth.



   I took another clamp and did the same with her other nipple.  She cried
out again when the metal teeth dug into the flesh of her other nipple. 
Again I was scared I had overdone it but she looked fine.  She had a
grimace of pain but she still wanted it.



   "Whip my clamped titties, Daddy," she panted.



   I took the whip and starting to whip her front.  I tried to avoid her
nipps at first.  Red stripes appeared over her pink-white chest and she
cried out with every blow.  Then I hit a tit clamp and she bucked up and
writhed.  She cried out loud again but it was still lust I heard.  It
amazed me how much she could bear.



   Whipping her chest some more I couldn't avoid hitting her clamped nipps
a couple of times.  Then I lowered my blows and whipped her belly.  When I
lowered again to whip her pussy mound she said, "Clamp my clittie first,
Daddy.  Please.."



   I didn't even argue with her anymore.  I took a clamp and opened it.  I
pushed back the fleshy hood and when the clit popped out I placed the clamp
over it and let the teeth bite her throbbing knob.  She bucked up and cried
out again.  But she seemed okay.



   I picked up the whip and whipped her cunt and clamped clit.  I did it
carefully though.  I didn't whip her too hard there.  It would hurt her
enough already.  And indeed she didn't notice me being careful as the pain
was almost unbearable for her.



   Then I decided it was enough whipping.  I put the whip down and said
with a harsh voice, "Time for some rough rape, darling."



   With that I removed the clamp from her little clitoris.  I noticed a
drop of blood and couldn't resist.  I bent down and took the little digit
in my mouth to suck it.  There was that coppery taste of blood again I had
tasted the first time with Ingrid.



   Alice bucked up and panted.  She liked her clit being sucked, especially
now that it was so sensitive after being clamped.  I didn't want her to
enjoy it too much because it wouldn't be much like a rape so I stopped
sucking her clit.



   I gave the ropes holding her wrists some slack and went over to her
legs. I pulled her to me until her buttocks were on the edge of the table.
Standing between her legs I lowered my pants to let my hard throbbing dick
out.



   I pushed forward hard and entered her vagina at least 4 inches at once
forcing her to stretch rapidly.  She cried out again but still in lust.  I
fucked her hard and fast, going deeper with every in thrust until with
three quarters of my cock in her I pushed up to her cervix.



   Banging her hard now made her pant and moan.  I couldn't believe this
little girl.  She was even thrusting up at me to get as much of my cock in
her as possible, banging her cervix hard.  It must have hurt her but she
was blind with lust and banged back real hard.



   Then her vagina started to contract and squeezed my cock tight, milking
my cum out of it.  Feeling her pussy contract my orgasm stuck me like
lightning, filling her abused pussy with my cum.  That seemed to increase
her orgasm and bucking and kicking she thrashed about in orgasm.



   A moment later I was spent and so was she.  But there was still one more
thing to do.  I picked up the large dildo and carefully fed it into her
still contracting vagina.  The thing was a bit thicker than my cock so it
stretched her pussy open real good.  She cried out again and almost
immediately orgasmed.



   I kept pumping her for awhile until her continuous orgasm wiped her out
completely.  I pulled the dildo out and looked at her gaping open vagina
closing up, ever so slowly.  I considered doing her bum with the dildo but
I didn't have the energy anymore.  Besides she would be sore enough in the
morning without her bum being raped.  Maybe there would be time for that
later.



   I barely had the strength to untie her and I carried her to an old couch
in the corner.  I sat down with her and rocked her like a baby.  My tears
streamed down my cheeks and I was continuously saying how sorry I was for
hurting her.  I promised that I would never do it again.



   Slowly she opened up her eyes and said, "Don't be sad, Daddy.  You just
did what I asked you to and I love you for it.  It was really great to
experience what my sisters had to endure, even if I knew it wasn't for
real. The real thing was too scary for me but I had a taste of it at the
beginning."



   "I can understand my sisters much better now and although some of it
hurt a little too much I enjoyed a good part of it.  It still hurt but
that's okay.  I won't ask you to do it again because I know you hate
hurting us and I love you even more for that."



   With that she kissed my lips and when I opened up my mouth I could feel
her little tongue slip in and play with mine.  She was so sweet.  We French
kissed for awhile and I caressed her sore body.  Rubbing over her sore
nipples made her moan.



   I gently lifted her up and laid her down on the couch.  I took the
disinfecting cream I used on Ingrid and Vicky, which I had with me, from
the table and took a big glob.  Alice smiled when she saw me do it.  She
realized that I was going to treat her `wounds' like I had done for her
`sisters'.



   I rubbed some cream over her chest and abused nipples causing her to
moan again.  They were real sensitive and a bit wounded by the clamps but
nothing too serious.  When the soothing cream was rubbed in she purred like
a cat.



   I went for her pussy and opened up her labia.  Some moans again as she
was really sore down there.  I saw her swollen clit stuck out of its
prepuce.  It was too swollen to withdraw itself.  I rubbed some cream over
it and after some moans Alice relaxed.  The swelling even decreased enough
to let the little digit draw itself back into its hiding place.



   I even pushed some cream into her abused vagina and she sighed in
anticipation.  After her front was done I turned her over to inspect her
back.  She had a lot of stripes and welts but luckily no cracks in her
skin. I rubbed her back and legs with the cream and I noticed her being
very relaxed.  In fact she had fallen asleep.



   I dressed myself and put the cream in my bag.  I softly turned Alice
over but she kept sleeping.  I managed to put her panties on.  One kiss on
her pussy before it disappeared in her panties.  I had to lift her up to
put her dress on but she still didn't wake up.  So I carried her and the
bag out of the building and put her into my car.



   I drove home.  I lifted her out of the car and carried her into the
house.  Alice didn't even blink.  She was exhausted.  I carried her to her
room and undressed her again.  I slipped her under the covers of her bed
and kissed her lovely lips.  No reaction.  She looked so sweet sleeping.  I
felt real guilty again for hurting her but it was all over now.  Never
again I vowed, even though I knew I would be tempted.



   Greta was a happy woman.  She was a former prostitute and madam but also
she was a degreed nurse.  She enjoyed caring for children and had run a day
care center and foster home.  Then all of a sudden long after she had given
up on marriage and having a family of her own, her dear old friend, Lucas
Willems, had proposed to her.



   Soon after that they got married and they applied to adopt four of the
girls who were technically in her care.  The three older ones had actually
been staying with Lucas except when he was at work.  He had recently taken
early retirement from the F.B.I.  Lucas had a small fortune inherited from
a wealthy old relative.



   Following the marriage they all moved into Greta's larger old home where
there was more space for all of them.  It was a temporary move however as
they intended to move the family to a beautiful home in the Caribbean once
the adoptions were finalized.  Lucas was sexually involved with the girls
and the Caribbean country was lax about enforcing laws against sex with
children.



   There was Ingrid, a pretty blonde girl who had been raped and tortured
but was now recovering.  Vicky, a pretty brunette had also been raped and
tortured but not as badly.  Alice, a cute redhead, had also been abused but
not raped or tortured.  Finally Alice's little sister Brianna had also
joined their family quite recently.



   The first three girls had been held as little sex slaves by a Mafia gang
but had been rescued from the mob.  They had been conditioned to please men
and the girls now associated pain with pleasure.  It would take some
reconditioning to deal with that.  Greta was used to dealing with similar
problems among the girls who had been in her ring of prostitutes years ago.




   Alice somehow got Lucas to promise to show her what it was like to be
tortured and raped.  She wanted to better understand what her sisters,
Ingrid and Vicky, had gone through.  When Lucas tried to back out of his
promise to do that to her Alice became very upset.  She said she thought he
didn't care for her as much as he did the other girls because Alice had
seen him treat them roughly.  She would not trust him if he broke his
promise.



   He had discussed the problem with Greta and she had agreed to help him
with Alice.  They had set it up for Lucas to abduct her and take her to a
dungeon in the now deserted Mafia mansion.  There he would wear a mask and
pretend to be a real rapist, not the caring daddy that she was expecting.
He wanted to scare the girl out of thinking that torture and rape might be
pleasurable.



   Ingrid was recovered enough now that she no longer needed a wheelchair
to get around, although she walked rather stiffly.  The prepuce of her
clitoris had been cut off and when she walked she found that her sensitive
clit was constantly rubbing against her panties, causing her to respond
sexually and let down sex juices, wetting her panties that way.



   Greta helped Ingrid, showing her how she could wear a bandaid over her
clit to make it less sensitive.  That helped but the girl still found it
stimulating when she walked.  Oh well, she would just have to get used to
it.  Vicky had also recovered from her less serious injuries.



   Both girls helped Greta take care of 2 year old Brianna who somehow
managed to get into everything.  The little girl was wearing training pants
now and learning to use the toilet when she needed to go, although she
still had an occasional accident and peed or pooped her pants.  She was
getting better at avoiding that though.



   I returned home with Alice after putting the girl through an ordeal of
torture and rape in the old dungeon.  She had wanted to know what it was
like to have her nipples and clitoris clamped and then be whipped by me.  I
had showed her, scaring the hell out of her by making her think it was a
stranger who meant to kill her.  Still I had tried not to hurt Alice too
much.



   After her ordeal the girl was so exhausted that she fell asleep.  I put
her to bed and then I talked with my wife.  She was glad to hear that I had
persuaded Alice that being whipped and raped was no fun.  Greta looked in
on the sleeping child.  She saw that Lucas had treated her whip and clit
injuries with a soothing lotion.  She would let her sleep for now.



   Greta joined Lucas in their bedroom.  "So Lucas, did you have fun
torturing and raping Alice?  Did you enjoy doing that to our little girl? I
think you have been a very bad boy, and perhaps you deserve a sound
spanking."



   I did feel quite guilty about what I had done to Alice.  I had not
wanted to hurt her but at the same time I did enjoy tormenting and raping
her.  Now my dear Greta was going to help me deal with the guilt I felt. 
So I lay naked across the bed and let her spank me.  This was just one of
the kinky things we enjoyed doing together.



   After she got my ass cheeks quite rosy I turned the tables on her.  I
took Greta across my lap and I spanked her too.  The spankings excited both
of us and before long we were enjoying a very nice fuck together.  We fell
asleep in each other's arms that way.



   The next day while Lucas was out running some errands Greta got the
three older girls together for a discussion.  "Alice, what did you think
about being whipped and raped?  Did you like it?" The 7 year old was a
little embarrassed to discuss this in front of her sisters at first but
Ingrid and Vicky put her at ease.



   Alice said, "I thought it was going to be fun having Daddy play with me
like that.  But instead a masked man did nasty things to me and I thought
he was going to kill me.  I got so scared.  Finally he took the mask off
and I saw that it was Daddy.  He made me see that being whipped and raped
is no fun at all.  I think I understand better now what Ingrid and Vicky
went through."



   Greta smiled at Alice.  "Good.  I'm glad you learned that lesson.  There
are a lot of mean men out there who enjoy hurting girls.  But then there
are nice men like your daddy too, who love to play with girls but not
really hurt them too much.  Still, no man really knows how to treat a girl
and excite her more than we women do.  I mean to show you girls what girl
sex is like."



   Ingrid, Vicky and Alice all stared at their new Mommy.  They knew that
Greta had a lot of sexual experience and now she was going to show them
some interesting things.  She had them all get naked and lie down on the
bed on their backs.



   Mommy went to each girl, one by one, and she kissed them sweetly.  First
she kissed them on the mouth and then she moved down and kissed them all
over their bodies.  Her kisses and licks were light and teasing and the
girls responded.  Their little nipples stood up high and hard on their
chests.  Then Mommy sucked the nipps into her mouth and teased them with
her tongue as she sucked on the bits of girl flesh.



   "Oh Mommy, that feels so nice!" Vicky exclaimed as she felt her nipples
being sucked so gently.  The other girls liked it too.  Soon Mommy moved
down lower, kissing and licking as she went, down to their little clits. 
Ingrid's stood up exposed and stiff in a little clitoral erection.  Mommy
was very gentle with that little organ as she sucked it sweetly.



   Soon Ingrid's hips were bouncing up off of the bed as she screamed out a
powerful orgasm.  Mommy knew just how to tease her vagina too, sticking her
tongue inside there and swirling it around as she sucked out the sex
juices. Then she did the same to Vicky and Alice too.  All of the girls
discovered how much fun girl sex could be that day, thanks to Mommy.



   As they all lay there on the bed naked in the aftermath of powerful
orgasms, a little voice piped up.  "Mommy, can I play too?" It was little
Brianna, standing there wearing only her training pants.  Greta wondered
how much of the love making the toddler had seen.  At least the child did
not appear to be upset.



   "Sure honey, you can play too." Mommy said, picking the little kid up
and tickling her a little.



   Greta arrived at the address she had been given.  She entered the old
mansion and a F.B.I.  agent greeted her warmly.  "Good evening, Mrs. 
Willems.  We are sure glad to see you.  No one has been able to get near
the little girl.  We brought in a couple of female agents but they had no
better luck with her than we men did.  I guess if you can't reach her we
may just have to dart her with a sedative and put her in restraints to
remove her."



   "She must be very frightened.  I hope I can reach her without subjecting
her to any more stress.  Where is she?"



   "She is in the first room down the hall.  We tried to get her to at
least let us cover her with a blanket but she kept screaming and running
away from us.  It looks like the bastard we arrested kept her naked and
didn't allow her to wear any clothes.  She seems to believe that if she
puts on any sort of covering he will come back and beat her.  It looks like
she has been beaten a lot."



   Greta entered the room.  There was no bed, just a dirty mattress in one
corner.  There was also a chamber pot where the little girl could pee and
poop, but no toilet for her.  There was a sort of table with leather
restraints attached to it.  Apparently the man who had kept the girl liked
to have her bound helpless while he worked on her.



   In another corner there was a little girl who looked to be no more than
5 years old although Greta had been told she was 6.  She had dark stringy
hair, slightly slanted eyes, and a fair complexion for a girl who was half
Vietnamese, half French.  Her small body was covered with nasty bruises,
some old and some new.  It was hard to believe that such a little girl had
baffled the F.B.I.  agents.



   "Hello Yvette.  My name is Greta and I have come here to help you.  You
must be cold without any clothes on.  Won't you come closer and let me get
a better look at you?"



   "No!  Stay away from me!  I'm not allowed to wear clothes!  My master
will beat me!" the little girl screamed.  When Greta tried to get closer to
the child she darted away swiftly to another corner.  She moved with all
the speed and determination of a frightened animal.  Greta noticed that her
little pussy was badly bruised and there was some dried blood on it.



   "Well then, if clothes are not allowed here I guess I had better get
undressed too." With that Greta removed her own clothes.  She figured that
Yvette might be more accepting of the woman if she was also naked.  Indeed
the little girl looked less frightened now that the woman was naked too,
and sitting down on the mattress instead of trying to approach her.



   "I have brought some soothing lotion with me to treat your bruises and
scratches, Yvette.  Please let me put the lotion on you and it will ease
the hurt you must be feeling."



   "No!  Cannot accept anything except from my master!  He will come here
soon now, and maybe since you are naked he will let you stay with me." It
appeared that the child was lonely and would like to have another person
with her to face her 'master'.



   "You don't have to worry about your master ever again, Yvette.  He has
been arrested and he will be going to prison.  Come child, sit with me here
and let me help you."



   It took a lot of coaxing but eventually the frightened little girl did
come to her.  She stood before her but would not sit down at first. 
However she was tired now and eventually she did sit down and let the woman
put some soothing lotion on her many injuries.  Greta was appalled at the
condition of her little pussy.  Evidently the man had forced his big cock
into that small opening and had raped the child, causing a tear in the
vaginal tissue.  It might require some stitches.



   Suddenly the girl wrapped her little arms around Greta and hugged her
tightly and started to cry.  "It was so awful what mater did to me," she
sobbed "He hurt me all the time.  Punch me in the ribs.  Hurt my nipples
and pee-pee.  And last night he ripped me open with his big thing."



   Greta tried to comfort the girl by caressing the back of her head and
kissing the side of her head.  "Hush darling.  It's okay now.  I will take
care of you and protect you." That seemed to calm down the girl and she
stopped crying.



   "I think I will stay here with you tonight and sleep next to you on your
mattress.  Would you like that, Yvette?" Greta asked.



   Finally the child gave her a little smile.  "Yes please." Yvette curled
up on the old mattress, ready to go to sleep.  Greta lay down beside her
and soon they both went to sleep.  She figured that she could earn her
trust this way and in the morning she would see about taking the girl out
of this awful place.



   * * * *



   The next morning I, Lucas, was awakened by a strange feeling.  Something
or someone was sucking the head of my cock.  I looked down and saw little
Brianna was lying with her head in my lap.  She was still sleeping but
somehow had ended up with my dick head in her mouth, sucking it. 
Apparently she still had a sucking need and in her sleep her mouth had
found my cock.  The little girl was sucking it like a pacifier.



   At that moment she woke up and yawned, letting my cock head slip out of
her mouth.  She noticed me smiling at her.  "Morning Daddy," she said
without even noticing there was anything strange about her sucking her
`pacifier' just a moment ago.



   "Morning darling," I just said, and then I went for a morning pee
leaving both sisters in each other's arms.  Before I left the room I turned
around to look at them.  I saw Brianna had started sucking Alice's small
tits instead and by the moans from Alice she liked it a lot.  Well I let
them have fun by themselves for now.



   After I emptied my bladder I left the bathroom intending to go back to
the bedroom and see if the sisters needed any help from me.  I would love
to eat that 2 year old snatch out again.  But passing by Ingrid's open
bedroom door she called me in.  She had gone to bed with Vicky the night
before but at some time during the night Ingrid had returned to her own
room.



   "My clitoris itches, Daddy," she said.  "The bandaid came loose and I
woke up with the sheets rubbing it and now it's real sensitive and itches.
Can you help me with it?" With that she flipped the sheet back showing me
her beautiful naked body.



   She had just started to develop and I saw her tiny tit buds rise up and
down as Ingrid was breathing rapidly in excitement.  Vicky's tit buds were
more developed but I still wondered that two girls who were not quite 8
years old yet could have real tits beginning to develop.  Maybe it was
because they had become sexually active at such a young age.  I just wasn't
sure about it.



   I slipped between her spread legs and looked at her throbbing clitoris.
Indeed it seemed a bit red and it stood up quite erect.  Every time I look
at it I think about how odd it looks without the protective hood a girl
normally has there.  I kissed it softly and even that made Ingrid buck up.
Carefully I took her unprotected clit in my mouth and sucked it softly
while laving my tongue over the sensitive girl knob.  Ingrid bucked her
hips at me and moaned.



   Her clitoris was really sensitive from rubbing against the sheets all
night and I could even feel it throb.  I sucked it and licked it some more
and Ingrid really started to thrash about.  Then suddenly her back thrust
up as if she would fly away.  She let out a low moan as her hips bucked up
and down making it hard for me to keep sucking her clit.



   I managed to keep my mouth on her cunt and sucked the little digit very
lightly, almost without stimulating it.  When Ingrid's orgasm subsided I
sucked it harder again making her buck up again and almost immediately she
orgasmed again.



   Again I sucked real lightly to let her rest a bit as she came down, and
then I sucked harder when she was ready for more.  That way I gave her
multiple orgasms for over half an hour until she just wasn't able to have
more and begged me to stop.



   We rested in each other's arms for awhile and then I heard her whisper
in my ear; "Fuck me Daddy.  I need it so much.  Fuck me hard."



   I turned her on her back and spread her legs.  Again the unprotected
clitoris stuck up at me above her moist smooth vagina.  I lowered myself
until my already hard cock entered her wet and warm vagina.



   She sighed when I slowly but surely entered her more and more until my
dick head rested against her cervix or what was left of it.  She was so
delightfully warm and moist and easy to slip into.  Although her pussy was
tight as a vice it stretched easily to let my cock in all the way.



   I started to pump in and out as Ingrid met my thrusting by bucking up at
me when I pushed in, and drawing back when I drew out.  I never met a woman
who was so skilled in fucking back at me as this lovely young girl.  She
must have been trained well at the Mafia mansion.



   Our sex was real lovemaking as we fucked slowly and deep, kissing each
other on the lips and whispering sweet words to each other.  Ever so slowly
we moved our bodies so that my dick was pistoning in and out of her
increasingly hot tight vagina.  I could feel her orgasm rising.  She could
cum quite easily with her exposed clitoris being rubbed all the time by my
pumping pole.



   She kicked and screamed as her first orgasm washed over her.  I could
feel her cunt muscles cramp around my pole but as I had fucked Alice last
night I could postpone my orgasm awhile longer.  So I kept fucking or
should I say making love to her because that's what it was.  I loved all my
girls but Ingrid had a special place in my heart and I wanted to please her
with all that I had.



   I still felt responsible for what she had to endure when she was
recaptured by the mob.  I blamed myself for letting them take her from me
and almost killing her before I found her again.



   Anyway fucking her slow and deep made her orgasm at least five times
before I also exploded.  I dumped a large amount of hot sticky cum as deep
as possible in her belly with her thrashing around one more time.  After
that we were spent and rested in each other's arms for quite awhile.



   When we recovered from our morning love making she kissed me and said,
"Thank you Daddy, for making me feel loved so much."



   I said, "The pleasure is all mine princess, because I really do love you
very much."



   Then I slapped her playfully on the butt and said, "Let's get cleaned up
and fix some breakfast."



   Ingrid and I had some fun as we went to the bathroom and showered
together.  Then we got dressed and I woke the other girls up.  They also
showered and got dressed while I fixed breakfast with Ingrid helping me. 
We had bacon and eggs, toast with jelly, orange juice and milk, except that
I had coffee instead of milk.



   Just as we were all about to sit down and eat Greta showed up with
another little girl in tow.  Fortunately I had prepared extra food and so I
filled two more plates and set them on the large table.  Ingrid poured
another glass of milk for the little girl and a cup of coffee for Greta.



   When the new girl saw me she sort of hid behind Greta and peeked out at
me fearfully.  I saw that she was wearing only a big t-shirt that came down
to her thighs.  She was trembling and looked scared to death of me.  I
tried to put her at ease by smiling at her but my smiling only frightened
her all the more.



   Greta said, "This is Yvette, everybody.  I stayed with her last night
because she is very frightened of people, especially men.  Yvette, this is
Ingrid, Vicky, Alice, Brianna, and Daddy."



   The girls all greeted her but when I said, "Welcome to our home,
Yvette," she nearly screamed.  I could see that it would take a lot to win
this child's trust.  I could only imagine what had been done to her to make
her so frightened of men.



   Yvette was more accepting of the other girls however so I decided not to
try to approach her.  Better to let her get used to having me around while
I kept some distance between us.  "Come, sit with us Yvette, and let's
eat," Vicky invited her.  Shyly the little girl took a seat next to Vicky
and as far away from me as possible.



   Greta sat down on the other side of her.  She said, "We got up early and
I helped Yvette with her bath.  The man holding her kept her naked and
dirty but I got her cleaned up.  We stopped by the hospital and had a
female doctor examine her.  She has a small tear in her vagina that needed
a couple of stitches but she should be all right in a few days."



   Ingrid said, "Oh, I know what that is like.  The doctors had to stitch
up my vagina too, Yvette." The little girl smiled at Ingrid shyly.  Then
she ate her breakfast with a good appetite.  I could see that she was
really hungry.  The man holding her must not have fed her very well.



   As we finished eating the little girl leaned closer to Ingrid and asked
her in a small voice that I could just barely hear, "Does your master fuck
you girls, Ingrid?"



   Ingrid smiled at her and said, "He is not our master, he is our Daddy.
And yes, he does fuck us, except for little Brianna.  She is too young for
that."



   Hearing that, Brianna piped up.  "Daddy lets me suck his big cock."
Yvette looked at the toddler and then at me, with horror in her eyes.  I
sort of blushed at Brianna's admission as Greta looked at me questioningly.
Brianna added proudly, "Daddy licks my pussy and makes me cum."



   Seeing my discomfort Alice said, "Daddy doesn't hurt you, does he,
Brianna?  You like the way he plays with you, don't you?"



   "Oh yes, it's fun!" Brianna said.



   Yvette said, "You mean you like what he does to you?  Even to a little
girl like you, Brianna?"



   The toddler giggled, pleased to be the object of everybody's attention.
"Oh yes, I love Daddy!" Clearly this was something that Yvette could hardly
comprehend.



   Ingrid said, "Our Daddy is very good to us, Yvette.  Sometimes he may
spank us a little when we are naughty but he never wants to really hurt us.
He is not like most other men.  When he fucks us it gives us pleasure
instead of pain.  When your pussy heals up maybe he will fuck you too, and
then you will see how nice fucking can be."



   I saw that Yvette didn't really believe that fucking could possibly be
any fun.  It would take her some time to accept that idea.  I decided it
would be best to change the subject.



   "Well girls, why don't you all go into the other room and watch some
cartoons on the T.V.  while I clear away the breakfast dishes, okay?" The
kids liked that idea and they took Yvette with them into the other room. 
Greta stayed behind to help me clean up the dishes.



   "Lucas, I see that you have been a very naughty boy, doing things with
our little Brianna while I was away last night.  I think you are going to
need a good spanking for doing that to such a young girl.  Aren't you
ashamed of yourself?"



   "Yes dear, you are quite right.  But Brianna really has the cutest
little pussy.  I was amazed, she even had a little girl orgasm when I
licked her pussy.  You should have seen it!"



   My sweet wife took me to the privacy of our bedroom and gave me a good
spanking for that.  Then I returned the favor, spanking her too.  We wound
up having a delightful fuck together.  As we were cumming and crying out
our mutual orgasm I saw that we had an audience.



   Little Yvette was standing in the doorway and staring at us with wonder
in her eyes.  "Is master hurting you, Greta?"



   Greta looked at the child, struggling to get her breath, and then she
said, "No dear, he is not hurting me.  We like doing this together.  He is
your Daddy now, not your master, and I am now your Mommy.  Okay?"



   After a moment Yvette managed a little smile.  "Okay, Mommy." Our new
girl Yvette soon became friends with our other girls.  She especially
became close to Alice who was only half a year older than she was.  She
liked helping Alice look after her little sister Brianna too, keeping the
toddler out of mischief.



   Yvette was soon calling Greta 'Mommy' but she was far more reserved
around me.  Her tendency was to call me 'master' but she would catch
herself and change it to 'sir'.  I could see that it would take some time
before she would be calling me 'Daddy' but I did not push it.



   Now that Greta was no longer taking in foster children or running a
day-care center, we had a couple of extra rooms and so Yvette got a room of
her own.  The little girl could hardly believe the nice comfortable bed and
other furnishings that were now hers.



   Greta and I applied to adopt the cute half-Vietnamese girl as we had
already done with the other children.  Once we had completed the adoptions
we planned to move our family to our new home in the Caribbean.  The
children were looking forward to living in such a tropical paradise too.



   The girls' education had been badly neglected.  They all enjoyed
watching "Sesame Street", even little Brianna, and that taught them the
basics of numbers, letters, etc.  Greta and I got some first and second
year educational materials and began home schooling our girls.



   Next week will be Vicky's 8th birthday.  Of course we will have the
usual presents of some new clothes for her but we wanted to do more for
her. When we asked her what she wanted for her birthday her answer
surprised us, even though we knew how sexually twisted our girls are.



   Vicky said she wanted to be the 'center of sensuality'.  She wanted to
lie naked on top of the king-size master bed with us also naked and
surrounding her.  Then she wanted all our hands caressing her body, rubbing
her nipples, belly, pussy, ass, everything at the same time.



   She wanted to have a huge orgasm by having us stimulating all of her
sensitive spots at the same time.  After that she wanted a birthday fuck
from her Daddy, me.  And then she wanted all of her sisters to fuck her too
using dildos or a strap-on.  Greta had told the girls all about sex toys
including strap-ons.  Greta had one she used to use on lesbian customers
and Vicky wanted to experience that.



   On the eve of Vicky's birthday we had made all the preparations.  The
king-size master bed was ready for Vicky and Greta had selected a lot of
tools for the party.  She had numerous dildos, vibrators, a large strap-on,
some butt plugs and massaging lotion.



   We thought we would wait until Brianna and Yvette were both asleep to
start the sex party with Vicky.  We figured that Brianna was too young to
involve her, and we didn't expect that Yvette would be comfortable with
such group sex activities yet.  She had only been with us 5 days at the
time of the party and was still getting to know us.



   However we didn't realize that the other girls had told her something
about the party.  Yvette was curious about what was going to happen and she
wanted to be part of it.  Well not actually part of it.  She didn't want to
participate but she wanted to watch, she said.



   Yvette was still a bit scared of being with her new master..  uhm,
Daddy, but wanted to see with her own eyes if it was true what the girls
had told her.  They said they could be fucked by Daddy and it didn't really
hurt.  No, it was even great fun, they said.  Yvette couldn't believe that
could be true.



   After Brianna went to bed, it was time.  We all took Vicky by the hand
and led her into the master bedroom.  We all gathered around her and
started to undress her.  She was in heaven.  Her eyes were wide open and
her face showed pure lust and desire.  Two of the girls lifted her t-shirt
over her head while Greta un-zipped her skirt.



   Then her bra-vest came off and I had the pleasure of removing her
panties.  A dozen hands helped lift her up and we placed her in the middle
of the large bed.  Then we backed up and undressed ourselves.  Vicky looked
hungrily at us undressing.  I looked at Yvette and saw her standing in a
corner watching us with much interest but not moving a muscle.



   After undressing we sat down on the bed around Vicky and started to
caress her bare body.  Immediately she started to breathe heavily and she
parted her legs in anticipation.  I looked at Yvette again and noticed that
she had come closer to get a better look between Vicky's legs.



   Ingrid was sucking Vicky's left nipple and Greta her right.  Alice
rubbed her bum and I kissed her legs up and down.  Sucking her toes when I
was down.  Kissing the edge of her pussy when I was up.  Vicky moaned and
purred.  She really enjoyed all the caressing hands and mouths.



   When I started to lick Vicky's smooth labia I looked beside me and
discovered a naked Yvette.  She was getting aroused too and had removed her
own clothes.  She was real close now watching me lick Vicky's wet slit.  I
even saw Yvette's hand moving between her legs.  I decided not to do
anything that might scare her away.  I just let her do these things at her
own tempo.



   While I was licking Vicky's vagina which was getting wetter and wetter
she bucked up.  I didn't realize why until I saw Alice's finger probing her
tight ass hole.  She pumped her bum while I sucked her clitoris.  In the
meantime Ingrid and Greta kept sucking her nipples while their hands rubbed
her chest and tummy.



   Vicky trembled with lust as her whole body glowed and tingled.  After
some more sucking and caressing her whole body spasmed and bounced on the
bed as a huge orgasm struck her like lightning.



   She bucked and thrashed about and screamed her lungs out as her
continuous orgasm increased and increased.  She bucked and bucked while we
kept caressing her until finally she fell back on the bed breathing like a
madman.., or a madgirl?  We let her rest for awhile.



   I looked at Yvette again.  She looked real flushed and I saw her quickly
withdraw a finger out of her pussy when she noticed me looking.  I gave her
a friendly smile and she blushed.



   Then Vicky called for my attention.  "Time for my birthday fuck, Daddy,"
she said still trembling.



   Slowly I lowered myself between my trembling girl's legs.  Softly but
surely I entered her very tight but also very slick vagina.  She sighed
when my dick kept entering her in one slow ingoing motion until I bottomed
out with three quarters of my cock in her vice-like vagina.



   Slowly I pumped in and out making my little darling pant and moan. 
Fucking this lovely hot young girl made Yvette very curious and she came
closer and closer.  She wanted to participate but Vicky's nipples were
already occupied.  Alice was still `feeding' herself at Vicky's left nipple
while Greta sucked and licked her right one.



   Ingrid was working a butt-plug in Vicky's anus.  I could feel the
pressure of it through the thin wall between her vagina and ass.  It even
made her pussy squeeze my cock harder.  Yvette looked real close at our
lovemaking and then went to Vicky's head.  She kissed her new `sister' on
the mouth and Vicky immediately opened her lips.



   I saw Yvette's little tongue slip into Vicky's mouth and they French
kissed with so much passion that my loins were on fire with lust.  I pumped
harder and faster now and Vicky moaned in Yvette's mouth.  It made Yvette
aroused too because I saw her slipping a finger into her vagina again.



   I fucked my little darling hard and deep now while the others kissed her
nipples, rubbed her whole body, and butt-plugged her ass.  This was too
much for her young brain and she really screamed her lust out in Yvette's
mouth while her body convulsed in another huge cum.



   After I fucked Vicky and Yvette saw how much the birthday girl enjoyed
it, Greta used her strap-on to continue the fucking.  The strap-on was a
bit bigger than my dick and I could see it hurt Vicky a little taking it in
but she loved it.  Meanwhile the other girls used vibrators to stimulate
her erogenous zones and they took turns working a dildo around in her ass.



   About that time little Brianna joined us.  She woke up hearing Vicky's
screams of pleasure and she came to see what was happening.  Naked like the
rest of us, she managed to crawl up on the bed beside Vicky.  I loved the
sight of that tiny little pussy gaping open.



   "Can I suck a nipple?" Brianna asked.  Vicky loved it when the little
girl sucked at her tit, nursing at her and trying to get milk like a baby
would.  Fucking Vicky hard and deep I saw Greta tremble from time to time.
I knew why.  The strap-on had a `butterfly' on it.  It's a device that rubs
against the user's clitoris.



   Fucking with the strap-on makes the butterfly vibrate and gives the user
clitoral orgasms.  So Greta loved the fucking at least as much as Vicky
did. After awhile Greta became exhausted by her orgasms and even Vicky had
so many orgasms that she almost collapsed.



   Vicky still wanted to be fucked by Ingrid.  After Greta pulled the
device out of Vicky's dripping vagina Ingrid could strap it on.  Greta
didn't tell Ingrid about the butterfly.  She wanted to surprise Ingrid. 
She was curious about what it would do on Ingrid's unprotected clitoris.



   When Ingrid entered Vicky with the huge strap-on again Vicky bucked up
at it.  It went in fast and deep and then I saw Ingrid gasp with wide open
eyes.  Her eyes grew so big that I was afraid that they would pop out.  She
felt the vibrations on her exposed clitoris and was very surprised by it.



   Not knowing exactly what it was she pumped Vicky hard and fast.  She
wanted this stimulation and wanted it badly.  I saw Ingrid tremble in
orgasm quite a few times while she fucked her sister with the strap-on and
Vicky also bucked and spasmed in orgasm a couple of times.



   After another trembling orgasm Ingrid collapsed on top of her also
trembling sister.  The girls couldn't cope with another orgasm anymore and
breathing heavily they rested for a bit.  Then Ingrid backed up and the
large dildo left Vicky's swollen vagina with a plop.  I looked at her pussy
with interest.  It looked swollen, abused and red.  It must be a little
sore, I thought.



   "Here, let me kiss away the pain a little," Greta said kissing Vicky's
sore slit.  With a very skilled tongue she caressed Vicky's sore pussy. 
Yvette looked closely at this and stuck her head right next to Greta's.



   Then Greta got a sweet idea.  She backed out and whispered something in
Yvette's ear.  Yvette blushed at first but she nodded and moved between
Vicky's legs.  She started to kiss and lick her there.  Although Yvette was
not as skilled as Greta it's a girls nature to know how to please another
girl.



   So Yvette managed to lick Vicky to one more orgasm, although not a big
one because Vicky was too exhausted already.  After that Vicky finally had
enough of being the 'center of sensuality' as she put it and she begged us
to stop making her cum.



   We turned Vicky over with her butt up in the air and we all took turns
giving her some birthday spanks, 8 of them 'plus one to grow on' as we
said. Finally we let the exhausted birthday girl go to bed and get some
needed rest.



   The other girls also left to go to bed except for Yvette who stayed
behind with Greta and me.  Shyly she asked me, "D-daddy, can I call you
Daddy too?"



   "Of course darling," I said.  "All my girls call me Daddy and I'd like
to consider you as one of my girls too, Yvette."



   "And could you fuck me too please?  I want to see if I can like it as
much as Vicky does but I am kinda' scared too." she said again.  "Mommy,
can you stay and hold me while Daddy fucks me please?"



   I was amazed by the little girl but very eager to fulfill the request of
my new-found daughter.  She was smaller than Alice and looked more like a 5
year old.  I knew that her little pussy was going to be very tight and I
wondered if I could get my cock into it.



   "Are you sure darling?  You look awfully tight to me and it's only 5
days ago that you were raped brutally.  Your `gina isn't completely healed
yet and it might hurt a little again when I enter you with my penis."



   "I'm sure Daddy.  It was such an awful experience before and I need to
know that it can be good too.  I know it will hurt a little but I don't
mind.  Just let me feel that a man can be gentle and careful fucking me and
I will be less scared of it."



   Turning to Greta she added, "But please Mommy, can you hold me and
comfort me when it hurts?"



   Greta took her place on the bed sitting against the headboard.  She
lifted Yvette up and laid her down between her legs and held her firmly by
the shoulders.  I took my place between her trembling spread legs and
looked at her immature pussy.  She looked so tiny down there.  There was no
way to truly compare it with the other girls' pussies.



   As an Oriental girl she was much tinier than my other girls and her
French blood made her even more petite.  Her `gina was so small but it
gaped open just a bit by the spread position of her legs.  Her pussy was
still a bit bruised and her little labia were still a bit swollen from the
abuse of last week's rape.  Indeed had she not been torn open already I
would not attempt to penetrate her now.



   I kissed her little labia and she sighed.  It was the tiniest little
labia I had ever seen (except for Brianna but then she is only a toddler).
I licked between the labia making them part with my tongue and Yvette
breathed heavily.  She was a very temperamental girl being half French,
half Vietnamese as I would discover later, but that would only enhance our
love making.



   I licked her little slit up and down and felt her juices running out of
her abused tiny vaginal hole.  When I found her protected clitoris she
bucked up at me.  Greta had to hold her firmly to make it easier for me to
continue licking that tiny digit.  I licked and sucked her well and I was
very pleased when she trembled in orgasm moaning or lowing like a cow that
needed to be milked.



   Her juices were really flowing too.  I lapped at it greedily and loved
the fresh taste of this young Oriental girl.  She bucked and trembled in
Greta's arms while I watched her vagina contracting and leaking.



   After awhile her orgasm subsided and she sighed, "Wow Daddy, I never
felt anything that good before.  Thank you for making me feel such
pleasure. Can you fuck me now?"



   I nodded at Greta who held Yvette firmly again and I lowered my
throbbing cock to the entrance of her incredibly tiny pussy.  Luckily she
was really wet too and even though I doubted if she would be able to take
me in it went quite well.  Her tight little labia spread open and my dick
head slipped in between.



   Yvette cried out a bit because her still bruised vagina had to spread a
lot hurting her a little.  But once I was in, my cock slid further and
further into that narrow but slippery orifice.  Yvette cried a little when
my cock stretched her inner vagina right up to her cervix but from her
heavy breathing and rolling eyes it was clear that she loved it.



   Slowly but surely I moved in and out of the tightest vagina I have ever
been into.  If I thought Vicky, Ingrid and Alice were tight....  well they
are, but compared to Yvette.....  it was only that she was soo dripping
wet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to move in and out at all.



   Picking up more lubrication by pumping in and out the motion became a
little easier but it was still like my cock was pulled from my body when I
tried to pull back.  I pumped in a steady rhythm and Yvette would have been
pushed up the headboard every time I entered her if Greta hadn't held her
so firmly.  I could see that my wife was enjoying watching me fuck the
little girl.



   Yvette panted and moaned while I pumped her little pussy as fast as I
could.  It wasn't real fast because she was so incredibly tight.  I didn't
want to fuck her too hard though.  I didn't want to hurt her more than
necessary by bumping into her cervix too hard.



   But when she started to orgasm she bucked up at me and I couldn't help
bumping into her hard a couple of times.  This seemed to increase her
orgasm and she bucked harder and harder up at me making my cock hurt her
over and over again.  It even hurt my cock bumping into that tight orifice
and cervix so hard and my orgasm exploded right there and then.



   With a raw, animalistic scream I emptied my load at the back of her
pussy while she thrashed about in Greta's lap.  I pumped and pumped until
my legs could barely carry my weight anymore.  I noticed Yvette's eyes
rolling around in their sockets.  She was so far away it scared me a little
and I thought maybe I had overdone the intense fucking of my little girl.



   But as her body started to relax so did her eyes.  She was still
breathing heavily and sighing from time to time but after awhile she smiled
up at me.  She said, "Thank you Daddy.  You made me overcome my fear and
made me feel soo good.  I want to do this more often from now on.  Can we
please?"



   "Sure hon, but you will have to share me with your sisters and with
Greta, so I can't do you every day."



   "That's okay Daddy, I can wait until it's my turn again.  I would love
to participate when it's one of my sisters or even Greta's turn," she said
smiling weakly.  She really was exhausted so I picked her up and carried
her to her bedroom and I laid her down and pulled the sheets over her naked
body.



   I kissed her goodnight and she surprised me by opening up her mouth and
slipping her tongue into mine.  I kissed her back of course and we had a
nice long French kiss before I said good night.  This girl was really
adjusting rapidly.  I was very pleased with this addition to my 'harem'.



   When I returned to the master bedroom I found my dear Greta waiting for
me all turned on by watching me fuck Vicky and Yvette.  She sucked me up
hard again.  Then knowing that I was tired Greta let me lie on my back
while she mounted me and rode my cock.  I reached up and played with her
dangling breasts.  It took me awhile to cum again but Greta didn't mind at
all.



   Some time after Vicky's birthday party the adoption papers came through
for all our girls.  We rejoiced with them that they were legally our
daughters now.  We got passports for all of us too.  We put the house on
the market and got packed up for the big move to our new home in the
Caribbean.



   It was fun moving into our new house.  It was located on a bluff
overlooking the Caribbean Sea and it had a sandy private beach.  It was not
long before our girls were all sunbathing naked on the beach, swimming in
the shallows and hunting for crabs that we could steam for dinner.  Once we
got things put away Greta and I shed our clothes and joined the girls on
the beach.



   We watched the girls romping about naked on the beach, playing a game of
tag.  Then they ran out into the surf, splashing about in the water. 
Little Brianna got knocked over by a wave but she got back up giggling. 
The older girls watched her so that she didn't go too far out into the
surf. I enjoyed the sight of the girls' naked wet bodies as they played,
and their taut bare butts and pussies.



   A few of the girls took a bucket and went down the beach to catch crabs.
Suddenly little Brianna came running back to us on her unsteady legs,
crying and screaming in much distress.  I saw something dangling down
between her legs.  It seems the toddler had sat right down on a crab and it
grabbed hold of her little labia with its claw.



   "Mommy, Daddy, it bit me!  It hurts, Daddy!" Brianna cried.  I could
hardly believe what I was seeing, the little toddler with a big crab
clinging to her little pussy, its claw firmly clenching her puffy labia. 
The other girls came running after her.



   I felt sorry for my little girl and of course I would need to figure out
how to dislodge the crab from her body.  Still I could not help being
aroused too by this unusual sight and I felt my cock rising up in response.
It was quite embarrassing as I was naked and all the girls could see my
arousal.



   Brianna ran right into my arms and cried, "Please Daddy take it off, I'm
so scared.  Maybe it can snip my labi' off or creep inta' my `gina."



   "Hush darling, come here," I said taking her in my arms.  "It can't snip
your labia off and certainly it can't go into your tiny pussy.  But it
hurts you, I can see that.  Let me take it from you."



   I laid her on her back on a beach towel on the sand and she spread her
legs willingly.  I could see the crab's claw `biting' her left labia good.
There was even some blood.  Such a crab had much strength.  I wasn't so
sure that he couldn't snip her labia off for real.



   I spread her pussy lips and saw one side of the claw had entered her a
little.  It just pierced her hymen which now had a little tear in it.  It
wasn't torn away completely but there was a little blood.  The other side
of the claw had pierced her little labia.  It might just be possible that
the claw had snipped through it.



   I had to slip a finger into the entrance of her pussy to grab that side
of the claw while my other fingers got the other side.  I had to push into
her hymen a little and had to be careful not to rip it completely.  I
wanted to save that for later.  When my finger slipped into her miniature
vagina Brianna sighed.  I wondered if she liked it.  I managed to spread
the claw apart and I removed it from her sore pussy.



   Alice grabbed the crab up and added it to her bucket.  "We will save
that crab just for you, Brianna, and you can eat him for supper.  That will
teach him not to pinch a little girl's pussy." The little girl giggled at
that idea and she stopped crying.  Brianna was a brave little girl.



   The other girls were watching my actions and my hard cock too.  I was
embarrassed again but I knew they would understand.  They knew their Daddy
wouldn't take advantage of his wounded little girl.



   "It still hurts, Daddy.  Can you kiss it better please?" she asked.



   "Sure darling," I said lowering my mouth to her pussy.  I couldn't
believe myself.  I was about to kiss a 2 year old naked pussy right here on
the beach.  Luckily there was no one around to catch me doing that, besides
my girls that is.  It was wonderful having a private beach to ourselves.



   I kissed her wounded labia and there was that coppery taste of blood
again that I remembered so well from the first time I licked Ingrid's
wounded vagina.  I licked the blood from her pussy and licked between her
tiny vaginal lips.  She tasted a little salty from the sea but I could also
taste her flowing juices.  As young as she was Brianna knew how to enjoy a
good licking.



   After I found her little clitoris and licked and kissed that she had a
shivering.  It was her way to have a juvenile orgasm.  And losing control
of her sphincter a little also I saw a bit of pee spurting out of her
little urethra.  Then she stiffened up and just lay there with her eyes
closed.



   I loved seeing her do that.  When she came around she was real dozy and
wanted to cuddle so I took her in my arms and hugged and rocked her.  My
hard cock reached up to her bum but I had to hold back.  I didn't want to
hurt this little one.  I could see Ingrid looking hungrily at my throbbing
member meaning my cock would get his turn soon enough.



   Brianna fell asleep in my arms.  Vicky carried her up to the house and
Yvette and Alice went with her with their catch of crabs for our supper. 
Ingrid stayed behind and soon my pretty girl had me lying on my back on a
beach towel as she straddled me and rode my cock.  Greta helped out by
taking her by the hips and bouncing the girl up and down on my cock.  What
a ride we had!



   That evening we had a delicious dinner featuring the freshly steamed
crabmeat.  Little Brianna beamed as she looked at the big crab on her
plate. I helped her use tongs to crush the large claw and expose the meat
and then she ate it with delight, getting her revenge on the crab that had
hurt her little pussy.



   Some time later Greta told me she had missed her period and she thought
she must be entering menopause.  I was surprised at that, thinking she had
already gone through menopause.  Some women remain fertile well into their
forties and Greta was one of those.  Much to our surprise we learned that
it was not menopause.  My dear wife was pregnant and we were going to have
a baby!



   Not long after our move to the Caribbean I got a phone call from my
friends at the F.B.I.  They had a problem they thought I might help them
with and they wanted to come and meet with Greta and me at our home.  This
was quite unusual but of course we agreed to see them.  They also brought
along a member of the European Interpol with them.



   We learned that in the course of their investigation of the Mafia gangs
the F.B.I.  had uncovered other such gangs operating in Europe, with cells
in Romania, Ukraine and Belarus.  They were also involved in the sex
trafficking of little girls.  The F.B.I.  and Interpol wanted to run a
sting operation.  They wanted Greta and me to pose as a couple interested
in 'adopting' pretty orphan girls from Eastern Europe.



   Interpol had identified a Mafia operative in the Transylvania region of
Romania who called himself Vlad, perhaps derived from the famous Vlad
Dracula the Impaler.  This Vlad trafficked in little girls as sex slaves,
similar in his operations to Guido, the Mafia boss we had brought down in
the U.S.  An introduction had been arranged for us to meet Vlad.  False
papers should convince him that we were important buyers in the sex trade.



   There were many impoverished people in the area.  Many children were
abandoned and wound up in poor orphanages.  These kids were available for
adoption to many legitimate couples who only wanted to raise the children
as their own and provide decent homes for them.  But in this climate there
were many opportunities for evil men like Vlad who had other plans for the
little girls.



   Greta and I would persuade Vlad the Mafia boss that actually we were
acting as go-betweens for wealthy men in the Americas who wanted to buy
such girls for their own perverted pleasures.  We were prepared to pay well
for the girls.  Once we had gathered evidence we should be able to bring
down Vlad and other related gangs much as we had done with the Mafia gangs
in the U.S.



   So it was that after some discussion and planning we arranged for
reliable nannies to look after our girls while Greta and I went to Europe
to meet with Vlad and his people.  Little did we know at the time that we
would find and rescue other young girls who were sex slaves and bring them
back to live with us too.



   We just had one day with the girls before we would fly to Europe.  It
was the day after the crab incident with Brianna.  We were playing a ball
game on the beach with our girls, all naked of course.  And while playing
the girls thought it was fun touching my cock every time they were close to
me and thereby making me run around with an erection bobbing up and down.



   When Greta and I were tired of playing we sat down on a beach towel
watching our girls play tag again.  It wasn't just tag.  No they played
naughty tag.  A tag was only legitimate when it was on an erotic spot. 
Like a tit, or a nipple if there wasn't any tit yet.  And on a vagina of
course.  The girls had great fun with it.



   Even Brianna played along.  The girls giggled a lot when they tagged
each other between the legs.  I could even see a finger slip in sometimes
when tagged.  They let Brianna tag them easily when she was "it", because
the little rascal liked being `naughty' too.  The girls loved feeling her
little fingers tagging their tingling slits.



   Then I noticed Vicky teasing Ingrid.  Every time Vicky was "it" she went
for Ingrid and `tagged' her exposed clitoris making Ingrid jump.  Ingrid
didn't take that very long without retaliating and she grabbed Vicky
playfully the next time she was "it".



   Greta and I watched the girls doing a playful wrestle.  Ingrid was a
little stronger and she worked Vicky to the ground on a beach towel right
in front of us and held her there.  Vicky tried to get loose by kicking her
legs in the air.  Doing that she spread them and gave me a great look at
her gaping pussy.



   Then Vicky managed to give Ingrid a headlock.  As her bum was facing us
I could see the muscles in her buttocks and thighs flex to hold Ingrid in
place.  Ingrid on the other hand took revenge by biting Vicky's pussy which
was in reach.  All playfully of course but it made Vicky buck and loosen
her grip a little.



   That gave Ingrid some slack and she turned about on Vicky so they were
in a 69 position.  I had a clear view of Vicky's pussy that was being
licked by Ingrid's skilled little tongue now.  I saw Vicky relax and she
started to work on Ingrid's pussy too.



   It was a joyful sight to see these two sisters giving each other so much
pleasure.  It wasn't long before they both were trembling in orgasm and
lapping each other's juices.  Suddenly the other sisters, Yvette and Alice,
clapped their hands.  I hadn't even noticed but they were watching too and
now they clapped for the nice performance.  Even Brianna who was watching
too clapped her hands.  She didn't really understand why her sisters
clapped but she thought it was fun and joined them doing it.



   After that we all sat together on the beach for a while.  The girls were
a bit quiet and wanted to sit close to us, wanted us to hold them.  They
realized that we were leaving tomorrow for at least a week and they were
sad about having to miss their new Daddy and Mommy.



   After dinner it was time for the girls to prepare for bedtime.  Brianna
being the youngest was first to take her bath.  The girls all went with her
to help the toddler bathe.  I was reading the paper when after awhile I
heard a small voice pipe to me, "Daddy, Banna's 'gina itches."



   I looked up to see my lovely little Brianna standing naked before me. 
She was all washed and shining and her hair was wet and clean.



   "Why don't you scratch it then, darling?" I said.



   "It itchy inside.  You know you said the crab insjure my hymie.  I think
that itchie inside.  Can Daddy scratch it for Banna?"



   "Of course, little sweetheart.  Just hop up on the couch and I will look
at it."



   "Ingrid said Daddy have a loshan that is nice and soft.  Can Daddy rub
that in Banna's hymie?"



   I smiled and told her to wait while I went for the disinfecting lotion.
Ingrid was right.  It might be a good idea to disinfect Brianna's injured
hymen and labia.  I would certainly enjoy taking care of that.



   When I came back with the lotion I was treated to a wonderful sight. 
Briana still laid on the couch with her legs spread wide and playing with
her pussy.  She fumbled a bit on it with her fingers not knowing exactly
what to do but the sight was soo pretty.



   I smiled again when I sat down between her spread legs.  She pulled her
hands back and waited for me to treat her.  I lowered my head to get a good
look at her itchy pussy.  Indeed I saw that her pierced labia was a little
infected.  It was red and a little swollen.  I took some disinfecting
lotion and rubbed it over and around the small injury and Brianna twisted a
little.  The infected little labia hurt a little.



   When I had rubbed her labia well I had to take care of her hymen.  I
opened up her little pussy slit with my fingers and indeed she was real
flushed inside and her torn hymen also looked infected.  I took some more
disinfecting lotion on my finger and rubbed it just in the entrance of her
vaginal opening.  I had to push past her hymen to take care of the injury
there and I told Brianna to brace herself.



   When I took some more lotion and positioned my finger at the entrance of
her pussy she held her breath.  Carefully I pushed in slowly stretching her
hymen, not wanting to tear it more than necessary.  When I slipped in just
past it Brianna sighed again.  I looked at her flushed face and noticed she
really liked being probed by my finger.



   I could feel the hotness on my finger, partly because of her warm inside
flesh and partly caused by the infection.  I pumped in and out just a part
of an inch of my finger just to rub the lotion into her infected hymen and
I noticed Brianna sighing all the time.  This little hottie was becoming
used to being touched on her private places and was already enjoying it.



   It wouldn't take long before she would be asking her Daddy to give her
some real pleasure I thought.  I wondered how old she had to be to be led
into the world of lovemaking by her Daddy.  Thinking all this I didn't
realize I was still fingering her pussy until I felt her tremble.  I looked
at her and she had her eyes closed and she was all stiffened up.



   She had a little girl's orgasm again and once again I noticed some pee
spurting out her urethra.  Having a little girl's cum made her lose control
of her sphincter again.  I carried Brianna to bed and tucked my little girl
in, kissing her forehead as I said goodnight to her.



   The next day Greta and I said goodbye to our girls.  We boarded an
airplane and after a long flight we landed in Bucharest.  From there a
smaller plane took us to a remote town in Transylvania.  Our taxi driver
pointed out the ruins of a castle on a nearby mountain top, telling us that
this was where Vlad Dracula the Impaler had once lived, killing his many
enemies in the most gruesome ways.  Greta and I were hardly reassured to
learn this.



   We soon arrived at the orphanage where we expected to meet Vlad.  He had
been told that we were important buyers who could open up a whole new
market for his sex slaves in the Americas after other Mafia operations
there had been shut down by the authorities.  We knew he would be
interested in an entry into this profitable market.



   Arriving at the seedy looking orphanage we were met by a well dressed
man.  He seemed leery of us at first but he invited us in and we sat in the
parlor while he examined our papers.  He made a couple of phone calls which
were soon returned.  After that he seemed to be satisfied with what he had
learned about us.



   "My apologies, Mr.  and Mrs.  Willems.  I am sure you will understand
that we must be careful when we meet new people interested in our business.
My name is Vaclav.  My boss Mr.  Dracula is expecting us.  Come, I will
take you to him." A chill went up my spine when he said Dracula.  It was a
bit too much, a boss who called himself Vlad and whose henchmen called him
Dracula.



   Seeing the questioning look on my face Vaclav smiled.  "You might be
interested to know Mr.  Willems, that Mr.  Dracula is a direct descendant
of the more famous Vlad Dracula."



   Greta and I both laughed a bit nervously.  "That is very interesting,
Vaclav.  We didn't realize that we would be meeting somebody with such an
interesting ancestry.  You Europeans have a lot of family history that most
of us Americans lack."



   Vaclav just smiled as he escorted us out to a waiting limousine.  We
drove to an impressive looking mansion.  It seemed a bit out of place in
this town of modest houses.  We were met by a tall man dressed in an
expensive looking black suit.  He had dark black hair and eyes that seemed
to look right through us.



   "Welcome to my home, Mr.  and Mrs.  Willems.  I hope you had a pleasant
flight to Romania and to our humble town.  We don't have the luxuries of
many cities in Europe but we do the best that we can.  There is no suitable
hotel in town so I hope that you will be my guests during your stay.  My
staff has prepared a comfortable suite of rooms for you.  Perhaps you would
like to freshen up after your long flight?"



   Greta and I expressed our thanks and a servant escorted us to our suite.
We were quite impressed with it as it had all the luxury of a five-star
hotel suite.  We should be quite comfortable here, but I knew that I would
not dare use the phone to contact my superiors.  The phone might be bugged.
We freshened up and returned to our host, thanking him for the fine
accommodations.



   Our host Vlad exchanged some small talk with us.  Then we got down to
the real reason why we had come to Romania.  I was very convincing as I
explained that we wanted to `adopt' some young girls but that they would be
for `the market'.  Indeed we represented a major market in the Americas.



   That seemed to cheer him up.  "We have exactly what you're looking for I
think.  We let `our market' come here sometimes to `test' the `merchandise'
and I have some video tapes of that if you would care to see them." We just
nodded and he went to a VCR machine.



   "These two girls were tested just yesterday," he continued.  "They are
still here and for sale so if you're interested after seeing their vids we
can talk business." With that he switched the VCR on and sat down with us.



   The screen started with a little girl about 5 years old spread out on a
table.  Her arms and legs were tied and spread real wide and she was quite
naked too.  We looked at her flat chest which moved up and down quickly. 
The girl was frightened.  Her bald vagina was clear to anyone's view too. I
couldn't hide my arousal as my cock stirred in my pants.



   I knew I must not forget the reason for our visit.  We had to uncover
this operation and rescue the girls.  But there was nothing we could do now
other than sit back and watch.  There was some movement in the room on the
tape.  A masked man entered and approached the little girl.



   Our host stopped the vid and told us, "This man has a fetish about
ritually deflowering a young girl, the younger the better.  We allowed him
to do it to this 5 year old girl but he wants someone even younger.  We
might be able to lay our hands on a 2 year old for him the next time.  We
are a bit reluctant because a lot of our customers also want virgins. 
Still he pays well and so we let him do one from time to time.  Then of
course we make some money from selling the tapes too."



   Starting the vid again it made us curious and disgusted at the same
time. We saw the man run his big hands all over the little girl's body.  He
rubbed some lotion over her and her skin got real shiny.  He rubbed her
entire chest, paying a lot of attention to her little nipples but nothing
happened there, no nipple erection.



   Although shiny they stayed flat pink dime-size spots.  He rubbed her
belly then and pushed a finger into her bellybutton a couple of times.  He
rubbed her pussy mound next and made it real shiny.  Rubbing her legs and
feet really made him horny.  You could tell by the huge tent in his pants.
He must be a foot fetishist too because he paid a lot of attention to her
feet and toes while his pants looked like his cock could burst out any
minute.



   After some more oiling the girl looked like she could slide right off
the table if she hadn't been tied down.  Then the man took something from a
nearby table.  It looked like an oil can with a cone-shaped nozzle.  Not
big at all but long and with a small tip going wider to where it was
attached to a wide round bulb that was held in his hand.



   He rubbed the tip over the little girl's pussy slit and the girl started
to shiver and cry as if she suspected what would happen next.  The man
rubbed the pointy nozzle all over her slit and circled around her clitoris
a bit.  He also pushed it just a little ways into the orifice of her vagina
a couple of times making the girl writhe, trying futilely to get away.



   Then all of a sudden he pushed in with force ripping her hymen away with
the widening nozzle.  He laughed madly as the girl's body contracted and
she cried out in pain.  But it was already over, she was no longer a
virgin. Blood was flowing out around the penetrating nozzle.  Next the man
squeezed the bulb in his hand.



   Our host explained.  "He squeezes highly salted water into her cunt.  It
acts as a disinfectant but it stings her torn vagina like hell!" Vlad
seemed almost as excited as the man in the vid as he told us that.  I felt
sorry for the little girl and I knew that Greta did too.  But we pretended
to enjoy this.



   The man in the vid laughed some more as the little girl screamed with
pain.  More liquid seeped out around the nozzle.  Then he drew the nozzle
out and rubbed her pussy lips with his fingers.  He `milked' them and there
was some blood and fluid dripping from her labia.  Finally he whipped her
vagina with a towel and many bloodstains appeared on the towel.



   "That's the only way he can cum now and that's what he does it for.  He
gets off on hurting little girls as he destroys their virginity." our host
explained when the vid ended.  "I can see the two of you were interested. I
can get you that girl for a nice price because she is no longer a virgin of
course."



   "You said you had another vid?" I said sounding interested.



   "Yes but that is a bit of a hard one.  I wouldn't want to offend your
wife.  We have a large black customer with a huge member who likes to break
in young white girls between 6 and 9 years old.  Yesterday we got him a
beautiful 6 year old, the youngest he had so far.  He did her quite
brutally but if you're up to it I can show you the vid."



   "Thank you for being so considerate of my feelings, Vlad.  But I think
I'm up for anything that you might show us," Greta said smiling at the evil
man.  He smiled back at her and I could swear that I saw fangs with his
teeth.  Vlad put in the second tape and he turned on the VCR again.



   The screen flickered and then we saw a huge naked black man holding a
whining little white girl.  She was gorgeous.  Long blond curls, slender
tanned shapeless body.  Small round butt, long slim legs and the smoothest
white pussy ever.



   He was very rough with her and he was horny.  His huge half-erected cock
swung between his legs as he tossed the girl around.  He slapped her body.
He punched her in the chest and stomach making the girl double up.  Then he
tossed her on the bed and his cock rose a little farther.



   I didn't know what I was seeing.  His cock would make a horse jealous. I
couldn't imagine that the little girl could get that stuffed inside her
without being torn apart.  If it were happening now I would have tried to
rescue her but as it was a vid and had already happened yesterday I decided
to stay quiet and watch what was about to happen on the vid.



   The girl was really whining now but that only made the giant black man
with the huge cock more horny.  His cock was at full strength now and it
was even larger than before.



   He took his place between her legs which he forced open real wide and
without using any lubrication he tried to force himself in.  It wasn't
going to happen of course because she was way too small for him and she
hadn't been stimulated first to get her little vagina wet.



   But he kept trying as the kid cried harder and harder.  You could see
that he was tensing his muscles real hard and all of a sudden you could
hear a 'snap' as something broke.  The big man burst forward a bit, crying
out with delight.  The poor girl screamed louder than I have ever heard.



   He was through her barrier.  How it was possible I don't know, but he
pushed in further and further into her body.  The girl must be ripped to
pieces I thought, and indeed there was blood pouring out of her abused
pussy.  The man started to pound her little pussy really hard but then the
vid was ended.



   "It's best if I don't show you the conclusion," Vlad said.  "It is quite
violent as our customer got a bit out of control and messed up the girl
good.  While banging into her he punched her chest and face real hard.  Her
nipples are quite bruised and swollen and he even broke one of her ribs. 
Banging her hard he busted into her womb through her cervix and destroyed
her insides."



   "She lived through it but is quite wounded.  She is in our hospital wing
now.  You can take her for a low price but you will have to let her heal
before she is good for anything, if she ever will be.  But if you don't
want her I have some customers who like to waste such leftover flowers," he
said with a wicked grin.



   I cleared my throat and fought not to show my disgust for the man.  "You
understand, Vlad, that we are here primarily to set up higher volume
purchases for our many clients throughout North and South America.  While
it was interesting watching the activities with these two girls we are not
here to simply gather up your crumbs." I felt like he was testing me and
thought it was best to respond this way.



   Vlad threw back his head and roared with laughter.  "Well said, Lucas. I
can see that you are a good businessman, thinking of the profit to be made.
I believe that this is the beginning of much profitable business between
us. Still I know you were interested in these little girls.  Please accept
both of them as my gift to you and Greta, something to amuse yourselves
with during your stay in our country."



   "That is very kind of you, Vlad," Greta said, trying to hold back the
tears in her eyes.  Indeed the man could be generous to people like us who
held the keys to even greater profits for him.  Our host had dinner for us
then featuring what else?  - blood sausage of course.  He ate with relish
and Greta and I managed to eat the stuff too.  I think maybe he was pushing
the Dracula theme too far.



   After dinner our host sent his man Vaclav to accompany us to the
hospital wing of the orphanage where we met the two little girls who had
been given to us as a gift.  On the way Vaclav explained that his boss
never left the mansion during daylight hours.  Spooky I thought.



   The little girls were sharing a hospital room with two beds in it.  A
nurse introduced us to Masha, the dark-haired 5 year old whose hymen had
been ripped open with a metal spout.  She was drowsy, doped up with pain
pills.  The other girl looked much worse.  Her name was Oksana and she was
a gorgeous blond, or at least she used to be.  Now she had bruises
everywhere and she was semi-conscious.



   Greta was able to speak to the girl's doctor.  Fortunately he was a
skilled surgeon and he had already operated on Oksana.  We learned that her
injuries were similar to those our Ingrid had suffered.  Her inner sex
organs had been ruined and so the doctor had sewn up her Fallopian tubes to
prevent any pregnancy in the future.  Her vagina had also required many
stitches to close it up.  It would take some time but the girl would
recover.



   We returned to Vlad's mansion and went to bed.  It was spooky spending
the night there, even if the accommodations were luxurious.  Greta and I
both heard a wolf howling at the moonlight.  If we had any garlic with us
we would have strung in around the windows.  But of course that was silly,
wasn't it?  We made it through the night but neither of us slept very well.




   The next day after some more negotiations with Vlad, Greta and I filled
out requests to adopt Masha and Oksana intending to take them home with us
once they were recovered enough to travel.  We set up the purchase of a
dozen girls from the orphanage that we personally picked out to be shipped
to us in the Caribbean, supposedly to be resold to wealthy perverts.  Then
we left to return to Bucharest where we contacted our superiors.



   Vlad was very surprised when he prepared the girls to be shipped to the
Caribbean.  Instead of our meeting him at night with the payment there were
Interpol agents there to arrest him and his henchmen.  Somehow the man
managed to escape though.  The agent guarding him said that he looked away
for just a minute and when he looked back, Vlad was gone.  The agent said
that he did see a very large bat flying away though.  Go figure.



   With the evidence we had gathered Interpol was able to bust similar
Mafia operations in Ukraine and Belarus too, putting an end to the sex
trafficking in young girls at least for the present.  We stayed another
week in Romania until the adoption papers went through and our new girls
had healed up enough to travel with us.  Then we took them home.  Neither
of the girls spoke any English but they did understand that we had adopted
them.  They smiled at us all the way home.



   After a long flight we arrived back at our Caribbean home.  Our girls
came running to greet us.  There was much chattering when they saw we had
two new girls with us.  Little Masha was recovered from her injury but
Oksana was still in a wheelchair.  The girls quickly realized that the new
girls did not speak any English.



   I was surprised though when Vicky started talking to them in Romanian.
It turned out that Vicky's mother had been Romanian and she had learned
that language as well as English, until her mother died when Vicky was four
years old.  After that she went to an orphanage and later still the Mafia
got hold of her.  I had no idea that Vicky was able to speak the language.
It would certainly help the new girls to be able to have her translate for
them.



   Masha and Oksana immediately began to chatter with Vicky, eager to find
out what was going on.  The rest of us gave them some space while they got
their many questions answered.  Later on Ingrid became very close to
Oksana. Both girls had suffered similar injuries and they were able to
relate to each other quite well.  It wasn't long before the new girls were
learning some English.



   About a week later Oksana was able to get around without using the
wheelchair anymore.  She walked rather stiffly because of the soreness
between her legs.  She also had to be careful not to put any stress on her
ribs as one of them had been broken and was gradually healing.  Her nasty
bruises were gradually fading.  I looked forward to seeing the 6 year old
blonde as gorgeous as she had been before being so badly beaten.



   Masha at the age of 5 was the youngest of our girls except for little
Brianna.  Her virginity had been ripped away by a nasty metal spout but her
pussy was healing and she was doing quite well.  After a few days we
decided to take the girls down to our beach and as usual we were naked. 
Masha and Oksana didn't want to go naked because they were really afraid of
men and therefore of me.



   Masha wasn't badly injured but she had a traumatic experience and didn't
want any man near her or seeing her naked.  However with some help from
Vicky, Greta was able to convince Masha that it was safe for her to go
naked around me.  Soon I saw a shy naked Masha moving about with the other
girls.  She was beautiful.  No female shapes yet as she was only 5 but for
me her little body was pure beauty.



   Oksana had been beaten and seriously injured and she still had the
psychological effects from that.  She definitely didn't want to go naked
around me or any others even though her bruises were fading.  It took a few
more days before Oksana was ready to go naked among us and I saw her very
bruised and injured young body which was beginning to heal.



   I remembered how bad she looked when we first visited her in the
hospital.  Her chest had been beaten so badly that it was as if she had
small breasts already but it was just the swelling there.  They were black
and blue too as was her whole her body.  Her injured vagina was stitched up
and was also bruised badly.  I tried not to look at her too much but I
managed to see enough of her to decide she should be handled very gently
when or if she was ready for some `treatment' from me.



   I was very surprised it took Masha only another day to come to me.  She
saw me having fun with all the girls and how I treated them, with enough
love and care that she decided she could trust me.  She wanted to ask me
something.  She had talked with Vicky and practiced the English words that
she needed to use to converse with me.



   She told me it was very traumatizing to be deflowered so roughly.  Well
not in those words as she was 5 but in her carefully rehearsed, halting
words.  But what surprised me was that she told me she loved the oiling of
her body and the massaging hands running over her body and even her
forbidden places.  She asked me if I could do that for her without the hurt
of having her pussy harshly penetrated.  She thought she would be able to
enjoy the rest of it more.



   I agreed of course and made the arrangements.  She even wanted to be
tied spread out on a table.  That was a little strange I thought but I
learned from the other girls that it helped to overcome such trauma to be
in it again without the risk associated with it.



   That evening I took Masha to our `play room'.  The table was already
prepared and I lifted her up on it.  She was already naked and I spread her
arms over her head and tied her down.  She trembled in anticipation.  Then
I spread her legs and tied them spread real wide.



   It was the first time I had seen her spread legs close up.  I saw her
naked all the time but never spread open like this.  She was different than
the other girls.  She hadn't been treated so roughly as the others besides
the ritual deflowering but she hadn't been damaged much by that.  Because
of that her pussy was real smooth and youthful.  Well she was only 5 of
course.



   I took some massaging oil and started to oil her chest.  Immediately her
skin started to shine.  I rubbed her entire chest and took special care of
her nipples.  That caused her some sighing.  She even closed her eyes as
she obviously loved it.



   I rubbed her nipps and chest real good and then went down to her tummy.
It rose and fell rapidly when I rubbed her there.  I rubbed with large
circles up to her pubic mound.  She sighed harder when I neared her
privates.



   I passed over her pussy and oiled her legs down to her feet.  I rubbed
her toes and in between them and she panted a little.  She loved having her
feet massaged.



   After that I went higher and higher up her thighs nearing her pussy each
time.  In the end her entire body shined with the oil.  That left just her
pussy to be taken care of.  I didn't exactly know how far she wanted to go
with that so I rubbed over her pubic mound with my oiled hands and looked
very carefully at her face to see if she wanted this or not.



   Masha looked very relaxed and didn't object so I went a little further.
I lowered my fingers and oiled her little slit.  She sighed and panted but
again there was no objection.  I gave her a little more pressure and my
fingers slipped between her tight slit rubbing just inside the opening
there.



   I thought that was enough for now and I intended to withdraw my fingers
but she whispered "Don't stop now, please go on." I was surprised because
these were the first spontaneous English words I heard her say, not the
carefully practiced words she had learned.  So I did what she wanted.  I
rubbed between her juvenile labia more and even found her little clitoris.
As it was hiding in its fold it appeared to be real sensitive and when I
rubbed it she bucked and moaned.



   After a lot of oiling of her pleasure knob she bucked and moaned real
hard.  Masha had a little girl's orgasm.  I rubbed only between her slit
for awhile to let her orgasm subside and then she whispered again.  "Can
you please enter me very careful with one finger please?" More English
words?  Vicky was a great teacher I thought.



   I was surprised again about how far she was going with this but I didn't
complain.  Slowly I rubbed between her pussy lips with a very slippery
finger and found her tiny vaginal opening.  I rubbed the entrance for
awhile and felt some wetness forming there.



   Changing the angle of my finger I entered her just a little bit.  She
moaned and I stopped and looked at her face.  It appeared to be a moan of
pleasure and not of fear or pain.  Slowly I let my finger enter her very
tight vagina.  It was hard even inserting a finger into this tight little
opening.  Of course she was probably still a little swollen inside there.



   I could only imagine what she had gone through, being penetrated by a
metal deflowering device.  I was glad her pussy hadn't been ripped open by
an adult cock the way Oksana's had been.  This little girl would also have
been badly damaged for sure, perhaps even fatally.



   Slowly but surely my finger entered her deeper and deeper making her
pant hard again.  I slipped it in all the way feeling her tight inner folds
embrace my finger.  Only when my finger was buried completely in her tight
orifice I could just feel the entrance to her womb at the tip of my middle
finger.  She was only a finger deep, but then I do have long fingers.



   I moved in and out with my finger feeling her become wetter and wetter.
She breathed real rapidly now and when I pumped a little harder pushing in
as deep as possible she bucked up again and her body contracted.  This time
Masha had a real orgasm.  I withdrew my finger watching her buck and writhe
as her orgasm washed over her small body.



   When she came down from it I untied her and hugged her close, loving it
that I had made her cum so hard.  She had experienced some of the pleasure
of being a woman.



   `I love you, tata." I heard her whisper.



   "I love you too darling," I said, realizing Vicky had taught her just
the right words for this session.  Tata is Romanian for daddy I learned,
and of course mama means mommy.



   It did not take Masha long to tell her friend Oksana all about the
delightful massaging I had given her little body, and how I had made her
have a real orgasm.  I found the little blonde girl giving me speculative
glances every now and then.  I figured it was only a matter of time before
she would approach me too.



   One interesting thing I had noticed about Oksana now that she was
running around naked with the other girls.  It seems her clitoris had been
so badly bruised that it remained swollen up and poking out from its
prepuce.  Ingrid had her prepuce cut off so that her clitoris was always
exposed.  Oksana still had her prepuce but it was like it was so tight that
her swollen clitoris could never withdraw within its protective folds now.
I would have to examine that some more.



   Greta had not begun to show yet but we decided to let the girls know
that she was pregnant.  They were all thrilled at the idea that they would
soon have a baby brother or sister.  No one was more thrilled than my wife
though.  Greta had given up on the idea of ever having a baby of her own
and now at a time when many would have thought it was too late for her, she
was to be a mother.



   A few weeks after our return from Romania we got another surprise.  As
you will recall, we had selected a dozen girls ages 6 to 10 from the
orphanage there.  The Mafia boss Vlad had complete control over that
orphanage and he could do whatever he wanted to with the girls there.  He
was already selling many of them as sex slaves to customers in Europe,
Africa and the Middle East.



   We had convinced Vlad that these were just the first of many orphan
girls that we intended to purchase from him, getting fake adoption papers
for them.  We showed him a generous cashier's check that we would be using
to pay for the girls when he delivered them to us.  He understood that we
would actually be reselling the girls to wealthy perverts in the Americas
as sex slaves.  He had given little Masha and Oksana as gifts to us with
that understanding.



   Actually we only intended to use these girls to entrap him, using them
as evidence of his sex trafficking to get him and his cohorts arrested and
to close down such Mafia operations.  However it turned out that Vlad was
so convinced we were important buyers that he had arranged for all the
necessary documents and had plane tickets with him to send the girls to our
island nation in the Caribbean.



   Greta and I assumed that the Interpol agents would just return the girls
to the orphanage there when they arrested Vlad and his gang.  What we did
not anticipate was that the girls would not want to go back to that
decrepit place.  Instead they begged to be allowed to continue on their way
to the Americas.  When the Interpol inspector saw that they had most of the
necessary documents and plane tickets he just decided to let the girls go.
Once their visas came through they could leave Romania.



   So it was that we got a surprise call one morning from a frustrated
airline official at the airport.  It seems he had a dozen young girls
there, none of whom spoke any English.  They had just arrived on an
international flight from Europe and according to their papers, they were
all in the process of being adopted by Greta and me.  He said he was
arranging for a limousine to transport the girls to our home and he was
simply calling to be sure we were expecting them and would be home.



   I was certainly surprised to hear this.  Acting impulsively I told the
airline guy to send them along and I thanked him for the limousine ride he
was giving the girls.  He seemed much relieved that I was taking the girls
off of his hands.  Then I broke the news to Greta.  At first she thought I
was a little nuts to be accepting the girls.  But I told her I did not have
the heart to send the poor girls back to that seedy orphanage in Romania.
Soon Greta came around and she agreed.



   We broke the news to our girls and they were all excited.  Next I called
a nearby furniture store and ordered several bunk beds and dressers to be
sent out to us immediately.  Our girls would have to share their bedrooms
with the newcomers.  Fortunately all our bedrooms were quite large and so
it would not be too crowded to have three girls sharing each of the six
girls' bedrooms in our home.



   Soon the 12 Romanian girls arrived.  They remembered having seen us
briefly at the orphanage when we had selected them.  Of course they all
knew Oksana and Masha and were happy to see them again.  It was quite a
scene of commotion at first as the girls looked around with wonder at the
magnificent mansion that was to be their new home, and at the beautiful
tropical setting.



   Vicky took charge of the girls and got them to quiet down.  I don't know
what we would have done without Vicky to translate for us.  She told them
that we were going to prepare a nice lunch and after they ate, the girls
could take naps to recover from their long airplane ride.  About that time
the delivery truck arrived with the bunk beds and dressers I had ordered.



   Greta and the girls fixed lunch while I helped the delivery guy and his
assistant get the furniture set up in the bedrooms.  Then I joined my harem
of girls for lunch.  After lunch Vicky took charge again.  She helped the
girls pick out which of the bunk beds were to be theirs and showed them the
bathrooms where they could shower and get all cleaned up.  All of our girls
provided the new girls with clean clothes they could wear until we got them
clothes of their own.



   Eventually the new girls all showered and went to bed to take their
naps. Greta stayed at home while I went shopping for groceries.  It was
going to take a lot of food to feed our tribe of girls now.  It was
fortunate that I was so wealthy that I could afford all of this.  I did not
allow myself to even think about having sex with so many girls.  Could any
man handle so much young pussy?



   Within a few days the new girls adapted to the carefree nudist lifestyle
in our tropical paradise.  I loved seeing so many naked girls romping about
on the beach, playing 'naughty' tag and other games with one another. 
Greta and I would sit and watch the girls together.  I think my wife also
enjoyed looking at their young bodies.  She liked men but also girls.



   We got an unexpected visit from two government officials one day.  They
had learned about the arrival of a dozen young girls from Romania and came
to investigate the situation.  They took us by surprise, coming down to the
beach while the girls were romping about naked.  Greta and I were also
nude. The two black men didn't pay much attention to our nudity but they
stared at all the young white pussy frolicking about on the beach.



   Our small island nation had a predominately black population, being the
descendents of slaves brought in to work the sugar plantations in colonial
days.  Consequently most of the government officials were also black. 
Being a small country our visitors were both top officials.  The Minister
of Health was a respected medical doctor.  The Minister of Education had a
doctorate in his field.



   As I mentioned earlier things were pretty laid back in this country and
the government took a tolerant view of relationships between men and
children as long as no one was getting hurt.  Still the officials did keep
an eye on such things and I soon discovered that is why they had come to
visit us.  The men wanted to assure themselves that we were not holding the
girls against their will and forcing them to have sex.



   Quickly I got the men some cool mixed drinks and we all sat in the shade
of a palm tree as we got acquainted with them.  Soon the girls took note of
the well dressed black men and some of them approached us.  The Romanian
girls especially had not seen many black men in their home country and they
were curious about our visitors.  Our two oldest girls were Sasha and
Natasha.  Both of them were 10 years old and the girls had cute little
breasts growing on their chests.



   These girls had quite a lot of experience fucking with men and they did
not shy away from being naked with our visitors.  Sasha and Natasha could
see the hungry look in the eyes of the black men who were ogling their bare
bodies.  After I introduced the girls to the officials they were soon
sitting on their laps and getting really acquainted with them.  Vicky was
with us too, to translate for the girls.



   Soon the men were running their hands over the girls' bare bodies,
fondling their budding breasts and running their hands up between their
legs as the girls giggled, enjoying the attention.  It was not long before
the men were also stripped down naked as they played with the willing
girls. I suggested that we might be more comfortable in the house.  I
escorted them into the house to our large recreation room where we had
three couches.  Greta remained behind to watch the other girls but Vicky
came with me.



   Soon we had three eager couples all fucking their brains out.  Vicky and
I had a lot of fun with each other and I saw that the other two men also
enjoyed themselves with Sasha and Natasha.  We men brought our girls to
screaming orgasms.  All of us had a really good time.  After we were done
fucking the girls we all sat around drinking a few beers and sharing them
with our girls.



   We discussed the welfare of the girls.  The Minister of Health
volunteered to be the personal physician to all the girls including my
pregnant wife Greta.  He would give the girls free physical examinations
and see Greta through her pregnancy.  The Minister of Education would
arrange for a talented young teacher to come set up a little school at our
home and be a full time teacher to our girls.  She would have 18 eager
students, not counting little Brianna.



   I could see that we had made a favorable impression on these government
officials.  Indeed we all became close friends.  The Ministers of Health
and Education visited us often and in time they became intimately
acquainted with most of our more experienced Romanian girls.  We did have 4
younger girls who were still virgins though and I was in no hurry to
deflower them.



   So it was that with the help of these two important government officials
my problem of having so many eager girls to fuck was solved.  We three men
enjoyed some really neat fuck parties with our girls and even the younger
girls were allowed to watch and learn.  They also got to suck our cocks and
cunts and clean us up with their little tongues after we were fucked out.
What fun!



   We had been living in our new home for about six months.  Greta's belly
was now swollen with child and she was all excited about soon becoming a
mother.  I was really enjoying living in the Caribbean with our girls.  The
past half year I especially enjoyed becoming more intimate with my first
girls.  Ingrid, Vicky, Alice and Yvette loved being with me and making love
to me.  Ingrid especially had a special place in my heart.



   Masha and Oksana and all the other Romanian girls had learned to speak
English quite well now.  We had frequent visits from our friends, the
Ministers of Health and Education, and these black men helped me keep all
our girls satisfied and happy.  Sasha and Natasha had become their
favorites but I also got to fuck these willing girls from time to time.  I
reserved my first girls to myself but the black men were free to fuck the
willing Romanian girls.



   One evening when I did not have a `date' one of the 4 virgin Romanian
girls approached me shyly.  Nadia was 6 years old and she was a cute
brunette.  "Tata, you have been so nice to all of us and have given us so
much.  I know that you love all of us girls but I don't feel complete yet.
I will not feel complete until you make love to me, like you do with most
of the other girls."



   What a pretty invitation!  I took the naked little girl in my arms and
hugged and kissed her gently.  Slowly I caressed her body and soon she
responded, sighing and moving with me as I coaxed her into sexual response.
I went down on her little bare pussy and kissed and licked her, examining
her hymen.  It did not appear to be too thick and I decided that I could
penetrate her with my hard cock without causing her too much pain.



   I put a pillow under her butt to keep her groin raised up.  Nadia spread
her legs wide for me, smiling at me and welcoming me into her body.  I gave
her another little kiss as I positioned my cock at the orifice of her
sealed vagina.  Then I shoved in suddenly, breaking open the seal of her
hymen.  She cried out with some pain as I rested, halfway into her little
fuck hole.  When she relaxed again I shoved in the rest of the way, feeling
her cervix against my cock head.



   The 6 year old had such a tight little cunt.  I really enjoyed fucking
with her as she gradually learned how to work with me and enhance the
delight of fucking for both of us.  I held back as long as possible and
finally I got her to cum, to have an orgasm.  Her vaginal walls contracted,
milking my cock, and then I cried out and fired a heavy load of cum into my
newest love.



   I held Nadia in my arms and caressed her as we came down from our mutual
orgasm.  What a sweet child she was to fuck.  It was not long until she
shared her experience with the other young Romanian virgins.  Then one by
one the other 3 girls came to me and asked me to make love to them.  I was
only too happy to do that of course.  After that only little Brianna was
still a virgin.



   It was not long until our black friends discovered that the 4 younger
Romanian girls were no longer virgins.  Soon they were also happily fucking
the young girls.  I did not mind sharing these girls with them as I had all
the young pussy I could handle.  What a life.



   Masha kept coming back for her oiling sessions.  The first few weeks she
wanted to be tied up again but after awhile she didn't need that anymore.
She just laid there and spread her arms and legs real wide by herself and
let me play with her body and make her cum.



   She was almost 6 now and last night she managed to surprise me again. 
After I oiled up her whole body I paid some more attention to her nipples.
Up to now they had remained just pink dime size spots.  But now I felt some
rising in these bits of girl flesh.  Rubbing her nipps made them hard for
the first time.  But that wasn't the surprise part.



   After I rubbed her little clitoris to an orgasm I was going to insert my
finger in her pussy.  She stopped me and said, "Will you try your cock now,
Tata?.  I heard from Ingrid and Vicky how great that is and I think I'm
ready to try that now."



   "I don't know darling," I said "Your vagina is still real small and
although slipping a finger in is much easier than before I think it might
still hurt you inserting my cock inside you."



   "I don't care about the hurt Tata," she said "I know you will be real
careful so please let me experience this love making."



   "If you insist," I said and she just nodded.



   As we were already naked she had seen that my cock was rock hard from
caressing her young body.  I spread her legs a little more and pressed the
tip of my cock into the entrance of her tight but wet vagina.



   She sighed when I pushed in a little.  Her little labia spread
surprisingly easy to let the tip in but I heard a moan.  Looking at her
face I noticed it still hurt a little.



   I waited until she adjusted to the stretching and then I pushed in a
little further.  Again a little pain frown on her face but she didn't
complain.  It took me 5 more minutes to push in as far as it could go and
she took in three quarters of my cock.  Quite a lot for such a young girl.



   I started to pump her slowly and she breathed heavily, sighing, panting,
even moaning.  She did it all.  She had a real heavy blush on her face and
even her entire chest was flushed.



   I kept pumping her tight vagina until I felt her small body convulse. 
Her already tight vagina contracted, squeezing my cock even more and making
me cum big time.  I filled her contracting pussy with my hot cum until it
squeezed out between her stretched lips and my penis.



   I kept on pumping her until I couldn't anymore and she orgasmed
continuously.  After that we just lay there holding each other in our arms.



   Then she whispered in my ear, "Don't you like Oksana, Tata?"



   "Of course I like Oksana darling.  Why do you ask?"



   "Well Oksana thinks you don't like her.  You don't even look at her when
she is naked.  She even tried giving you some sensual looks but you didn't
react."



   "Oh is that so?  I do try to look at her as little as possible because
of her abusive experience.  I have noticed her looking speculatively at me
but I thought I was wrong and I didn't want to scare her by approaching her
myself."



   "Oh Tata, I'm so glad for Oksana.  She is real sad thinking you don't
like her.  I will tell her first thing tonight.  She will be so happy."



   Well Masha didn't waste any time telling Oksana this because the first
thing when I woke up the next morning I found a naked Oksana standing next
to our bed.



   "Morning darling," I said as Greta turned around still sleeping.



   "Morning Tata.  Masha said you do like me and just haven't acted because
you were afraid of scaring me off.  Is that true?"



   "Yes darling it's true.  I really love you too.  And I have loved seeing
your body recover and now you are really beautiful again.  Want to hop into
the bed with me?"



   Her whole face lit up with delight as she climbed into the bed.  Lifting
her leg onto the mattress opened up her smooth pussy a bit and I saw that
she was really healed.  Her pink insides looked smooth again.



   Once in bed I held her tight and kissed her on the lips.  She opened her
mouth and I felt her tongue searching for mine.  I responded of course and
we enjoyed a wonderful French kiss.  I caressed her chest and felt her
nipples hardening.  Rubbing her belly made her sigh.



   "Do it to me Tata.  Fuck me but please be careful," she whispered to my
ear.



   Without talking I turned her on her back and lay on top of her.  I
rubbed my already rock hard dick through her moist slit picking up
lubrication.  Slowly I pushed into her just healed little vagina.  With
just a little more pressure it slipped into the hottest pussy I have
experienced so far.



   She moaned when I entered her but I didn't detect any pain signs. 
Slowly I slipped in more and she just sighed and panted.  There was no pain
involved, just pleasure I could tell.  She even pushed up to me to make me
enter her more.



   I could feel the bumpy scars in her pussy stimulating my cock like
Ingrid's pussy had.  She was so hot and moist and tight and even the little
inside bumps felt so-o amazingly good.  I think she will be one of my
favorite girls to make love to from now on.



   I rode her slowly and softly and I could feel her body react.  Her
temperament was fully compatible with mine too.  She rode up at me in the
right rhythm and we just connected fulfilling each other's lust.



   I could feel her orgasm several times before I lost control and filled
her pussy with my love juices.  I don't know why but she was the first who
could make me really relax and cum without animal-like lust but tender,
loving and caring sensuality.  It wasn't just sex, no this was real love.



   I don't know why but I loved Oksana more than I even loved myself.  That
is not to say that I didn't love the other girls or my wife Greta.  But
there was a special quality about Oksana.



   When we came to our senses we just smiled at each other and Oksana
planted a kiss right on my lips.  Just like that.  No tongue, no sexual
kiss, just a pleasant child-like kiss on the lips.  It said it all.  We
were so connected.  It was even scary feeling that being with her for the
first time but it also felt really comfortable.



   "Morning lovers.  I see you two found each other," I heard my smiling
Greta say.  It was so cool that I had such an understanding wife who knew
what these girls needed and wasn't scared of giving it to them.  She even
enjoyed sharing me with them.



   A few months later Greta gave birth to a little boy.  It was my first
biological child too and I was nearly as happy as she was.  We named him
Joshua.  I knew my little son was bound to grow up very spoiled, having so
many older sisters to pamper him.  No doubt it wouldn't be many years
before they would be playing with his little wienie and he would learn the
delights of sex from all his eager teachers.



   The next year and a half were awesome.  Masha came back for more fucking
when she wasn't sore anymore.  It amazed me that she was ready for more
after a few days.  Licking her tight pussy to an orgasm I noticed she was
still swollen but she said she was okay.



   When I fucked her I could see it hurt her again but she wanted it so
badly that I continued.  She was sore again afterwards but she kept coming
back for more every few days.  Every time it was like Masha was a virgin
again.  Her pussy was so tight but it was so wonderful too.



   Brianna was 4-going-on-5 when she decided that she no longer wanted to
be the only virgin left.  I thought she was still too young for me to fuck
her.  At one time I would not fuck a girl younger than 6 but then I found 5
year old Masha who had been torn open by a mean man.  Before long I was
fucking Masha too but in a gentle way.  Her little pussy was so tight
though.



   "Brianna honey, you are still too young for me to fuck you.  Wait
another year and then we will see, okay?" I said.  She pouted at me.



   "I am ready now, Daddy.  I used a dildo and opened myself up.  Here, see
for yourself." With that the little redhead lay down and spread her legs
wide for me to have a good look at her.  Her little pussy gaped open pinkly
as I examined her.  Indeed she no longer had a hymen blocking the way into
her little fuck hole.



   I felt my cock rising as I considered fucking the girl who was still 4
years old.  Was I really going to fuck someone this young?  It didn't seem
right.  But then she really wanted it.  "Please Daddy," she begged me,
hunching her hips up at me.  "Fuck me Daddy."



   I gave in then.  I licked little Brianna to a nice orgasm as I had done
many times before.  But now I was doing it to get her well lubricated so
that I could fuck her.  I put a pillow under her butt to raise her up and
then I slowly worked my cock into her tight fuck hole.  She worked her hips
with me to help me get my cock into her but even so the little girl was
almost too small to take my cock in.



   We were both determined to do it though and finally I got half of my
cock into her stretched vagina.  I felt my cock head up against her cervix
and realized that her vagina was not very deep.  She was so tight that it
was difficult to get enough slippage between cock and cunt to really fuck
her.  We worked at it though and finally we were able to fuck slowly in and
out.



   What a tight little pussy!  I thought I had fucked small pussies before
but Brianna's was the tightest one yet.  After awhile I brought her to a
powerful orgasm and I came with her, filling her little chamber and making
my cum leak out all around the tight junction between my cock and her cunt.
I held her in my arms and kissed and caressed the pretty little girl as we
recovered.



   Now Brianna was added to my little `harem' and I had my hands full with
all my girls.  Frequently the newer Romanian girls wanted my loving
attention too.  I spread myself around and fucked them too but not as much
as my first girls.  Luckily the Romanian girls were often `entertained' by
our good friends, the Ministers of Health and Education.



   One day about 6 months later I discovered that I had a new `little
helper'.  Greta and I were sitting on the couch when Vicky, Ingrid, Alice
and Brianna came in dragging little Joshua with them.



   "Look what we taught Joshua, Mommy and Daddy," Alice said sounding
really excited.  The kids were all naked and looking great.  Vicky and
Ingrid were both growing some nice titties.  They had both started early
and by now the girls had nice pointy cone-shaped tits.  Alice was a little
younger and she was just starting to develop with a noticeable swelling
under her nipples.



   The girls laid Joshua on the couch next to us and all four girls started
to caress his little body.  Immediately his 3 year old little pecker got
stiff.



   We already knew that our girls loved bathing Joshua from the day he was
born.  But not only bathing him.  They loved playing with his little
pecker. They managed to get him stiff almost the first day.  They
experimented with him, seeing if his foreskin could be pulled back yet,
seeing how hard they could get him.  They even sucked him and tried to get
him to cum.



   That didn't happen the first year the girls told us but later they could
get him to shiver and have a little boy's orgasm.  It still was a dry
orgasm of course.  Then more recently the girls were able to give him a
real orgasm with some juice spurting out.  I didn't even know this was
possible but it might be because he had been stimulated from such a young
age.



   Well we already knew that so we were curious what `new' thing the girls
had taught him.  Greta and I watched as our naughty girls started to caress
our son's little ball sack and Yvette rubbed his little pecker.  Vicky
French-kissed with him and his little dicky got amazingly stiff.  Yvette
took it in her mouth and sucked it like a lolly.  Joshua moaned and panted.



   Then Yvette backed off and Brianna straddled Joshua, lowering herself
over him.  Vicky held his stiff pecker up and pointed it into Brianna's wet
slit.  She lowered herself further and Joshua's stiffie entered her.  He
wasn't big yet of course and so Brianna was able to take him in easily.



   She was the youngest girl and was still nearly as tight as the first
time I did her.  Joshua seemed to like having his little pecker inside her
which showed by the panting he was doing.  He even bucked his hips up to
get as much of his little cock into Brianna as possible.



   The next 10 minutes we watched the kids fuck furiously.  Brianna rode up
and down as Joshua bucked in the same rhythm driving his little dicky in
and out of her dripping pussy.  Brianna already had a couple of shivering
orgasms when Joshua had his too.  He bucked and bucked as his small amount
of watery liquid spurted out of him into his loving sister.  Greta and I
were very proud of our precocious little son.



   Over the next couple of years Joshua grew to be a real stud.  At 6 he
already had a respectable dick and could spurt his cum when he had an
orgasm.  The girls liked to fuck with him, even the older ones.  Even the
Romanian girls asked him to do them once in awhile.  If I ever get too old
to keep our girls satisfied I know that my son will do his part to fill in
for me.



   Joshua loved to play with the growing tits that all the girls had by
this time.  I too enjoyed playing with and sucking their young titties.  We
used a depilatory to remove the pubic hair as it began to come in, keeping
all the girls nicely bald down there.



   The girls were older now, 11 to 16 except for Brianna who was 9 years
old.  I really did not mind though.  I never felt right about fucking
little girls of 5 or 6 even though the tightness of their vaginas felt
delightful around my cock.  It was easier for the girls to fuck now and I
could see that they enjoyed it more too.



   I had a discussion about our sexually active girls with Albert, the MD
who was the Minister of Health.  In our Caribbean country it was acceptable
for grown men to proposition young girls for sex as long as a girl was
willing.  He told me that for centuries under English Common Law the legal
age for girls to consent was 10.  That seemed about right, Albert and I
agreed.



   By setting the age of consent at 18 the result was that many people were
being criminalized for nothing more than consensual sex.  It also caused a
lot of deviant behavior with kids being abducted and forced to have sex. 
How much better it would be if men were free to proposition girls 10 or
older without fear.  No doubt they would find many girls willing to enjoy
sex with them and everyone would be happy.



   About that time Sasha and Natasha both got pregnant.  We didn't know if
their babies might be dark until they were born.  Sasha had a dark-skinned
little boy, fathered by one of our black friends.  She named him Albert
after his father.  Natasha had a light-skinned little girl.  Clearly the
little girl was mine and we named her Natalie.



   Both young mothers produced plenty of milk and I had some fun nursing at
their breasts after they fed their babies.  We figured that it might be
wise to put our girls on birth control pills before we had a population
explosion on our hands.  We were a little late with that though as Vicky
and another of the Romanian girls are also pregnant now.  I don't mind
though.  It's a lot of fun fucking all my girls and making babies with them
and fortunately I can afford it.  Life is very good.



   The End



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incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.



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