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Authors name: Repeat Offender (XRepeatOffenderx@aol.com)
Story title : Professional, The - 1
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Professional, The - Part 1 (Mf, rp, v, ped)
by Repeat Offender (XRepeatOffenderx@aol.com)
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An American pedophile travels to a Central American
republic to join the People's Army to strike at the
children of "Enemies of the People."
In Part 1, he is interviewed by the commander of the
facility and asked to give a demonstration of his work.
Prologue
In the countries of Central and South America, power is
wielded by those who are strong enough to take it and
willing to crush all opposition to them. Revolution is a
way of life for them. Only by force can the reins of
government fall from one to another in these lands.
Once in power, force and terror become even more
necessary in order to crush still other revolutions
while simultaneously punishing those who have just been
deposed. Central and South America are dotted with
"correctional facilities" that amount to little more
than torture factories. It is in these facilities that
men are tortured in order to obtain their information
and their wives tortured to enhance their torment.
Prisoner rape is almost a spectator sport with some
guards numbering conquests in the hundreds.
Recently, some of the crueler regimes have brought this
system to its logical next step. If it makes sense to
rape a woman to degrade her and cause pain to her
husband, imagine the effect on both of them if you rape
their child. Child molestation slowly began to become
standard procedure in the dealing with enemies.
Those in charge of the child rape facilities began
looking for serious pedophiles. Not those sick bastards
who grabbed some kid and ripped her to pieces in the
woods and then strangled her with her own panties. They
searched for those men for whom pedophilia was a way of
life. An art form. Throughout the secret pedophile
communities of the world, the word spread of
opportunity. Many men hoped for the chance to do their
horrible work free of prosecution. Very few were chosen.
This is the story of one of those men.
Number 1. The Interview
He walked into the poorly lit office at 10:30 am and
went to the reception desk.
"I have an appointment." The receptionist barely
acknowledged him as he spoke.
"And you are?" she asked him.
"Smith. Mr. Smith for Captain Escobar." At the sound of
his name her head snapped up. The pencil dropped from
her hand as she stood quickly.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Smith. Please come with me.
Right this way." She led him down a corridor and knocked
on a door halfway down. She opened it and stood aside
for him to enter.
The receptionist closed the door behind him and he heard
her footsteps return down the hall to her post. An inner
door opened and he was greeted by a tough looking but
attractive woman about 30 years old dressed in military
fatigues.
"Mr. Smith. So very nice to finally meet you in person.
I am Mariana Escobar, Captain in the People's Army. I
run our facility here."
He reached out and shook her outstretched hand.
"Captain Escobar. The pleasure is mine. I certainly hope
we can reach an agreement today. I trust you received
the videotape."
She motioned for him to sit in a chair and she sat at
her desk. She lit a cigarette and let a thin smile
spread across her face.
"Yes. Indeed I did. Extraordinary work. You seem to have
quite a way with the little ones. Let me explain our
situation to you. My country is in a state of what you
might call political unrest. There are many, many people
who would like nothing better than to crush the People's
Government and return that decrepit old bastard to
power. El Presidente." She spoke the name with a venous
spit.
"These, Mr. Smith, are the people that we must guard
against and show no mercy to in our glorious struggle.
This is where the talents of men like yourself become
necessary."
He accepted a cigarette from her and nodded for her to
continue.
"As you are aware, Mr. Smith, a man can be imprisoned,
beaten, or even killed. However, I am sure your prior
experience has shown you that to hurt a man, to truly
scar him to his soul, you must strike against his
family. That is what we do here at our facility. That is
what you would be responsible for."
"Why do you need me, Captain Escobar? I am sure you have
several men who would enjoy the opportunity your
situation offers."
She nodded and stood up. She came around and leaned on
desk.
"Oh yes. Several men. Several women, also. Mr. Smith,
let me be blunt. Anyone can rape a little girl. It takes
little more than an ape to brutalize a defenseless
child. You, however, truly possess a gift. I have never
seen the rape of a young girl be so exciting and
devastating at the same time. I appreciate the attention
to detail that you take to your work, simultaneously
ruining the girl and crushing the life out of her
parents."
"It's what I do, Captain Escobar."
"And quite well. I've never seen anyone consume a child
so completely and enjoy her so fully. Besides, how many
facilities can claim that they have the man who raped
Jonna May Lindsay."
It was risky including that on the tape, but he wanted
this gig. He figured it could only help if he included
the most infamous rape of a 6 year old in American
history on the demo tape. He had just entered her at the
exact moment the TV next to them broadcasted a Missing
Child Alert on the America's Most Wanted program. He had
never been as excited as he was listening to the host
asking for help looking for the little girl at the exact
moment he was impaling her on his cock. He had been very
passionate with her and his performance was
extraordinary.
"She was a very special little girl."
She smiled knowingly. She studied him for a moment.
"How many children have you worked with, Mr. Smith?"
He took a moment to consider. Escobar had guessed him
for quite a few, but his answer surprised even her.
"About 20, ranging from 4 to 10. I don't go any older
than that. I hope it isn't a problem."
"No. No problem at all. In fact, I can guarantee you
about that many every single month."
He tried to look unconcerned but he could feel himself
squirming in his seat. Twenty a month? He could tell
from her expression that she knew he was hooked.
"And you need not worry about police, Mr. Smith. I
realize that in your country you are hunted as a
monster. Here, you will be looked upon as a patriot
striking a blow against enemies of the people."
"Captain Escobar, I am very interested in the position.
I would be looking to begin right away."
"I definitely see you fitting in here, Mr. Smith," she
nodded. "However, there is one more matter before we
finalize our arrangement."
"And that would be?" He was confused. What could she
possibly want from him? It dawned on him just as she
opened her mouth to speak.
"Well, we've seen the tape and quite frankly, Mr. Smith,
we've never seen work quite like it. We do, however, ask
that all of our applicants give us an in-person
demonstration of their skills."
"You mean an audition?" He chuckled. Even the hard faced
Escobar had to give a laugh at the humor of it.
"Well, I don't like to call it that, but yes, an
audition. Would that be a problem, Mr. Smith?"
They were offering him a full time position as a
pedophile with some of the prettiest little girls in
Central and South America. Now they were going to take
him to a room down the hall to fuck some little kid. And
she was asking him if it was a problem?
"Not at all," he said as he got up from the chair. "It
would be a pleasure."
Captain Escobar led him down a corridor and opened a
door into a small office. She pointed to a window into
an inner room. In the other room, Smith saw her. She was
tiny and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Definitely
Hispanic, but with long, dark blonde curly hair running
halfway down her back. Her eyes were big and round and
light brown. She definitely had some kind of European in
her. Her skin was light olive.
"Her name is Rosa Calves. Little Rosa is 6 years old.
You see the mirror on the other side of the room? Her
mother and father are in there. They run a newspaper for
traitors and terrorists. They will watch you fall in
love with their daughter."
Smith barely heard her. His cock was rock stiff and he
could not take his eyes off the little girl. She looked
like a Spanish Jonna May Lindsay and he knew it was no
accident. They wanted him to recreate his famous rape
for them. Reflexively, without thinking about it, he
pulled from his pocket two velcro straps and a plastic
cylinder. Captain Escobar may as well have not been
there. He had forgotten all about her. Smith turned the
door handle and entered the room.
The room was small, about the size of an elevator car.
That was good. He didn't want to have to chase her
around. He turned to her and drank in the sight of her.
She was smaller than he thought. She stood barely waist
high to him. She couldn't have weighed 40 pounds. She
wore a white t-shirt, blue shorts, socks and sneakers.
Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with terror.
She knew he was here to do her harm.
Smith stripped quickly down to a g-string. He was very
well built and he flexed his impressive muscles for both
her and her parents. He took a syringe from the plastic
container and quickly leaned over and plunged it into
Rosa's arm. She screamed as he injected the combination
muscle relaxant / sedative into her and then yanked the
needle out of her, tossing it to the floor. Within
seconds, little Rosa's eyes began to glaze over and she
began swaying. Smith stood watching her, rubbing his
cock through the g-string.
Smith took hold of Rosa's shirt collar with both hands
and yanked apart very hard, tearing her t-shirt clean in
half with one loud rip. He tossed the tattered halves of
her shirt to the floor took hold of her, running his
hands over her stomach, chest and back. He put his mouth
to Rosa's chest and began licking at her dime sized,
dark red nipples, sucking them into his mouth while his
hands ran all over her. Soon, the sedative took full
effect and Rosa sank to the floor. She was awake and
alert, but unable to move. Everything in the room was
blurry to her, but she was mentally aware of what was
happening to her.
Smith reached for Rosa's waist and pulled her shorts and
panties down her legs and off of her with one tug. He
wouldn't let himself look at her crotch yet. It was not
yet time. He forced his head through the leg of her
panties and wore them around his neck. He slid her
sneakers off her little feet and then he began to work
on her. He took her left leg moved his face to her foot.
He took the band of her sock in his teeth and slowly
slid the little sock off.
Smith loved little girls' feet, and Rosa's were perfect.
He took a moment to study it, he put his tongue at the
tip of her big toe, and he raked his tongue up her foot
all the way to her instep. He returned to her big toe
and slowly sucked it into his mouth, licking and biting
it. He ran his tongue around her toe and between it and
the next toe. He moved to the second toe and then the
third, sucking them all and covering her entire foot
with his thick saliva. He then moved to Rosa's right
foot and repeated his routine upon it.
From her feet, Smith moved slowly up Rosa's legs. He
licked her and bit her, leaving hickeys on her calves
and thighs. While he tongue bathed her legs, Smith's
hands roamed Rosa's entire naked body. Finally, at the
top of her thighs, it was time to see his prize.
Smith pulled Rosa's legs apart and his eyes widened as
he saw it. Her little pussy was no more than a 2-inch
slit. Smith took a moment to stare at it and study it,
almost getting to know it. Then he lowered his head and
let his tongue slide up against Rosa's tiny cunt. By now
the muscle relaxant was working and her little hole
started to dilate a little bit and get a bit softer to
his tongue.
Smith worked Rosa's tiny pussy with his tongue for a few
minutes, alternating long hard licks with deep probes
where he would plunge his tongue as far as it would go
into the sweet tasting flesh. Rosa's legs were draped
over his back, and as she looked down all she could see
was the top of his face and his nose resting against her
pubic bone while he ate her, his hands lifting her lower
back to tilt her crotch up to meet him.
Behind the one-way glass, Rosa's parents were frantic.
Both sat bound to chairs and gagged tightly. Speakers in
the room amplified the drugged breathing of their
daughter and the excited panting of the animal there
with her. Spring loaded props inserted under their
eyelids allowed Rosa's parents to blink, but would not
let them keep their eyes closed. A head harness and chin
strap made turning away impossible. As Smith worked on
her, Rosa's parents had become increasingly upset. Now,
with his head buried in her crotch, they were both
nearly completely hysterical.
Smith knew that he had Rosa's parents in one room and
Escobar and probably some of her compadres in the other.
Having an audience was a real turn on. Now it was time
to give them what they came for. He decided it was time
to fuck little Rosa Calves.
He sat on the floor and pulled Rosa onto his lap. He ran
her right leg down his and looped the strap around her
right ankle. He tied it around his right knee. He took
her left leg and bent it in half at the knee, so that
her left foot laid flat on top of his left thigh. He
looped the other strap over her instep and around his
thigh. Then he wrapped his arm around her and laid down
on the floor.
It was a great position, one he almost always used for a
4-6. They were so little he didn't really like laying on
them. This way, with her legs strapped to his, he could
control the spread of her legs by moving his own. Plus,
his hands were free to touch her. He ran one hand over
her left thigh while his other hand caressed Rosa's
belly. He bent his head slightly and kissed the side of
her face.
Smith moved his hand below Rosa's belly and gripped his
g-string. He gave it a tug and the side snaps gave way.
Finally free, his cock sprang to life. It rose from
between her legs and climbed to its full length of
better than 8 inches. Rosa could only look at his cock
as it loomed over her crotch like some horrible monster.
She was still paralyzed by the sedative and was
powerless to stop him.
From the plastic container, Smith took a small tube and
spread a small dab of lubricant onto his finger. He
gently massaged it into Rosa's pussy until it was fairly
smooth and slick. Then he put a very small dab on the
head of his cock and worked it around. He didn't want
too much lube. He wanted to feel this.
He slid his left hand under Rosa's ass and took hold of
his huge cock. He rubbed the head against the tiny
opening of her pussy for a few minutes, the feel of it
hardening him more than he thought possible. He pressed
the head of his cock against her pussy. He wrapped his
hand around Rosa's belly and pulled her down onto her
cock, and at the same time he lifted his hips to bring
his cock forward. It took him four tries.
Rosa threw her head back in agony as Smith entered her.
The back of her head slammed into his chest and Smith
tightened his grip on her while he tried for maximum
penetration. He cried out as his cock slowly sank into
the little girl. He maxed out at 3 inches and then
withdrew out to the tip. Then he came slowly forward
again, making the same 3 inches. He used this method on
her for a few minutes. Soon, Rosa began to loosen
slightly and whenever he felt it happen he snuck another
half inch inside her.
He was just a bit less than 5 inches inside her cunt.
Smith could feel Rosa's tight flesh squeezing his cock
and the tip impacting her cervix with each stroke. Soon,
Smith found a comfortable rhythm and settled in for a
nice ride. His hands explored every inch of her. He
licked her, dragging his tongue over her face and
soaking it with his spit. Every time she turned her face
from him, Smith simply drove his tongue deep into
whichever little ear she left exposed. He spoke to her
during rape, alternating pet names like Baby or Sweetie
for more vulgar names like Bitch or Slut. He knew the
effect the names had on parents.
Rosa's father was howling a high pitched wail capable
only by those whose worlds are being destroyed. He
pulled at the ropes with all of his strength and tried
desperately to turn his head from the massacre in the
other room. But it was hopeless. He could only watch
while the pedophile sawed his baby in half with his
horrible cock. Rosa's mother was sitting quietly in her
chair, driven insane with anguish, only twitching
occasionally.
Smith had been tunneling into Rosa's pussy for about 5
minutes. By now, he was grunting and crying out each
stroke, calling her name over and over. Rosa was in
excruciating pain, but she was in remarkably good shape.
Smith knew how to work a little girl without too much
damage, and except for a small trickle of blood running
down his cock, he had hardly torn her up at all. He was
really close now. It would be any moment. He wanted to
cum inside her like he always did, but he again realized
that he had an audience. He wanted them to see what they
were getting.
Smith gave Rosa a few good final strokes. He pulled her
up from his waist and flicked his hips at the same
moment and wrenched his cock free of the little girl's
pussy. It landed heavily on Rosa's belly with a loud,
wet slap. Smith reached under Rosa's ass and gave the
base of his cock a few light slaps. He pulled his head
to one side to escape the line of fire. Then, suddenly
and with a loud cry, he came.
The first shot sailed across Rosa's chest and drilled
into her right cheek. The explosion sent cum all over
Rosa's face. A second strong shot blasted her forehead
just above her right eye. Cum flowed into her hair. The
swollen cock spasmed again and poured out onto Rosa's
belly and chest, and then began a series of rhythmic
convulsions for a few minutes until every drop of his
sperm was spent. Cum flowed over Rosa's belly and down
her abused cunt. Smith collapsed under her and nearly
passed out from his climax. He lay there for a minute
caressing her, letting his sperm run off her and drip
onto his stomach and his balls.
Smith reached down with his left hand and undid the
velcro clasp on the strap. Rosa's foot slipped off his
thigh and her leg fell with a thud. He slid her off of
him and then he reached down and undid the right strap.
He struggled to his feet, almost collapsing once. He
gathered up his pants and shirt, then he took Rosa's
panties from around his neck and kept them for a trophy
the way a hunter might keep an elk's horns. He looked
down at her and blew her a kiss. Then, naked, he left
the room.
In the outer office, Smith collapsed naked into a small
sofa. A moment later, Captain Escobar came in. He could
tell by the expression on her face that she had been
more than pleased with the show he had put on for her.
When she spoke, he could almost detect awe in her voice.
"Outstanding." Escobar slumped against the corner of the
desk and looked down at him. All the hardness was gone
from her face and he realized that she was as spent as
he was, in her own way. "Absolutely top notch work, Mr.
Smith."
"Thank you, Captain. You did, however, make things very
easy for me with your choice of partners." He glanced
through the window at Rosa still laying drugged on the
floor inches from the one way glass that hid her parents
from her.
"And there are plenty more just like her, Mr. Smith. I
will give you a moment to get dressed, and then I will
show you around our facility. I am sure you would like
to see your apartment and pick out a couple of pets."
He zipped his pants and looked at her confused, "Pets?"
"Don't be silly Mr. Smith. We don't expect you to sleep
alone. You may choose 2 or 3 partners to keep you
focused on your work even while you are off duty." She
gave him a sly look. "I believe your businesses in
America call it 'profit sharing?'"
Smith laughed out loud. "I believe that is what they
call it."
She opened the door and motioned for him to follow.
"And Mr. Smith, let me be the first to say to
you...Welcome Aboard." "Thank you, Captain Escobar."
Smith paused a moment. Then he slid Rosa's panties into
his pants pocket and walked out into the hallway. He
allowed himself a satisfied smile. Welcome aboard!
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