Story Title: The 'Social Worker' Chapter 1


 Tags: Fg, molesting, abuse, MF

 I am a male late twenty-something living the nepi high life. I am quite
 financially secure working as a software developer from home. Up until
 about a year ago I had never done anything in real life, but had always
 been turned on by rape porn, and specifically raping little girls. Don't
 get me wrong, I don't have anything against those who like little boys,
 but it just isn't my scene.

 Back about a year ago I was chatting in a nepi oriented chat room I came
 across a person claiming to be a sadistic young woman, who had what she
 claimed to be lots of access to little girls. Her screen-name was
 "MolestHer." She claimed to be interested in a guy to help abuse them.
 While my first reaction was that this was likely just a guy roleplaying
 his fantasy, something seemed a little different about 'her'. She claimed
 to have a job where she had access to infants and toddlers, and she said
 that she would sometimes take them into the bathroom and during 'diaper
 change' she would grind her cunt into their faces until she came.

 One evening while chatting she told me about her first time molesting a
 girl. She had taken a two year old into the bathroom for a diaper change.
 She had been thinking about molesting this girl off and on for a few days
 and finally in the privacy of the bathroom she decided to try it. With one
 hand fingering herself, she used to other hand to rub the pussy of the
 little girl. She said she did this for a couple minutes and was starting
 to get close when she heard another adult outside the door and decided she
 needed to re-diaper the girl and leave lest she be caught.


 When she told me this story she continued on into mundane detail while
 telling me her thoughts of what she would like to do if she had her for
 more than just a few minutes. This got me thinking that she might actually
 be for real.

 We had been chatting off and on for about a week when she rather abruptly
 asked me if I would be interested in her play sessions. I said yes, but
 feeling cautious I told her that I would need to see some more proof
 before I risked anything. When she asked me what I wanted I requested that
 she take a picture of one of her girls with a clothespin clipped to each
 pussy lip, and MolestHer's middle finger up the girl's ass past the second
 knuckle. I also asked that the girl's face be in it so that I could see
 her crying. She replied that this was more rough than she played with the
 girls, and she wasn't sure about doing this. I told her that I was firm
 about this, and that I needed to see that picture before I would consider
 anything in real life - and besides I told her, I would be playing with
 the girls harder than that if we met up in real life.

 Much to my surprise the next day when I logged into the chat room I was
 quickly messaged with exactly the picture I asked for. There was a girl
 about 18 months old by the look of it with two clothespins pinching her
 little cunt, and the middle finger of a woman completely buried in her
 ass. The little girl had tears running down her cheeks and was clearly
 screaming. Her little hands were grasping at MolestHer's hand that was
 forcing a finger into her ass. "So, do you believe me now?" she asked me.
 "I do, and you have my attention. That picture is great, I can't wait to
 see that in person. How did taking that picture go? I know it is a bit out
 of your comfort zone."

 She took sometime before replying, "Honestly it was a little intimidating.
 I knew she was going to be screaming, so I just decided to do it as
 quickly as possible. I clipped the pins on, spit on my finger and just
 forced it in quickly and took the picture. It was all over in a minute or
 so and by the time we were out of the bathroom doing her 'diaper change'
 she was barely whimpering." She paused again before continuing, "So does
 this mean that you are game for meeting me?"

 "It seems only fair, you held up your side of the bargain. What do you
 have in mind?"

 "Well to be honest I am also looking to get laid, ideally while I can
 watch a guy abuse a little girl. What I am saying is why don't we meet for
 a date and see how it goes, if things go well maybe I can bring us a toy
 to play with." She then sent me an address of a restaurant that I was
 pleased to see was in a city only a couple hour away by plane.

 "Sounds good, you have me quite interested. My schedule is pretty
 flexible, want to meet up tomorrow?"

 "Wow, that seems soon, but yes, how does 7pm strike you?"

 We met the next night, and I was pleased to see that she was a very thin,
 brunette. She appeared to be about 22 years old 5'1" perhaps 95 lbs, with
 b cups at the most and an attractive though not remarkable face. We had a
 dinner filled with sexual tension and a few too many glasses of wine and
 then we returned to her place.

 Once she stripped down I was happy to see she was completely hairless
 below the head. I decided to see how submissive she was by quickly
 spitting on my hand, rubbing the spit onto her tight little cunt and then
 slamming my cock into her.  Her eyes went wide and she started to push me
 away but my 6'1" frame easily pinned her down. I smiled and said "If this
 relationship is going to work then you need to let me do what I want in
 bed." She started to say something but I covered her mouth and pounded her
 until I came. I blasted my load in her and then rolled off from her. About
 a minute later I heard her voice quietly say "Was that good for you?" I
 smiled and thought that yes that was good, but not what I was here for.
 "So tell me about your job." I replied.

 Fast forward two weeks, I was now living with this girl, Sadie I now knew
 her name to be. In the last two weeks we had discussed a great deal of
 things and certain understandings had been worked out. One, I had plenty
 of money from my work, which I had continued since moving, and I shared my
 money to pay for most of our expenses. Two, I had made it clear that in
 bed she was to do as I told her. I was happy to have the chance to be the
 first to take her in the ass, and despite her gasps and sobs she did not
 stop me. Sadie hated anal. Luckily for me what I soon found got her off
 was being around an abusive man. I found out that just like so many tired
 stereotypes, she had been sexually abused as a child, but now those very
 acts turned her on. Lucky me.

 As much fun as it was to have a fit 22 year old woman to fuck whenever and
 however I wanted, that was not the reason why I joined her. The evening
 after I first fucked her she told me about her job. Sadie was a social
worker. Well not technically a social worker, but rather a nurse who
 worked in the department of children and families. She worked doing
 medical workups on kids who have been taken from their families. It was a
 large department she worked in, and with her background in both a neonatal
 unit and hospital nursery, she was usually the person tasked with taking
 care of the kids from 0-3 years old.

 Now generally her job would be to do intake, diagnosis, minor treatments,
 and temporary placements. Intake would involve stripping the child down,
 taking vitals, photographing any marks or injuries the child had, and
 taking a blood sample if warranted to run a tox screen or STD panel.
 Diagnosis would be looking at these results and documenting the findings
 for later use in the child's case. When it came to treatment she had much
 more control in this department than a typical nurse. With little money to
 keep doctors on salary she was allowed to write prescriptions under the
 name of the one doctor that they worked with, and perform treatment with
 minimal oversight. Of course everything was technically reviewed by the
 M.D., but realistically he never checked she said.

 The last part of her job was the most interesting. Generally there is a
 list of very short term foster homes that will take a child for a few days
 following their removal from the home. She had discretion to select a home
 from the approved list, and would bring the kids there and pick them up
 again when it was time for them to leave. This all had me very excited,
 and then she told me the best part, "About a month before you came here I
 applied to be a short term foster home. I was accepted the day I asked to
 if you wanted to meet in real life. I can now take one of the kids home
 for the weekend, and we can play." Music to my ears.