Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gangsters (M+f+, ped, compulsion, inc)[1/5]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 16:26:21 GMT

			    The Gangsters
			       Part One

	"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th... th... th thanks," stammered the
terrified Don Wagner. He tentatively sat down on the sumptuous leather
couch in the living room of the penthouse suite.

	Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city. He had a
very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens didn't even know
his name. But he controlled most of the drugs distribution in the
state.

	He was born Luigi Borowicki to a poor Polish couple living in
Wollongong and early in his teens decided that intimidation and
bullying was a better way to earn a living than wielding a pick in the
mines the way his poor stupid father had done for forty years. And
then when he'd died in the mine collapse the company had paid his
mother a lousy two grand and kicked her out of their rented company
house.

	The sixteen year old Luigi was so mad he went round to the
mine owner's house to beat him up. Luigi had had a good education into
the tactics of fighting, and he was very strong. But the mine owner
was away in Sydney with his wife. Instead, his eighteen year old
daughter, Imogen was there with her boyfriend, frolicking in the pool
by themselves.

	Frustrated because the target of his rage wasn't there, Luigi
lashed out at the next best thing. He beat the boyfriend to a pulp
breaking both his legs and knocking out five of his teeth, and tied
him up. Next he stripped the pretty Imogen naked, tearing her
expensive designer clothes off her shapely teenage body and fucked her
senseless, in her cunt, her virgin arsehole, and then pissed into her
mouth, making her swallow the whole lot.

	"Tell your daddy this is what happens to mine owners who
couldn't give a stuff about the people who work their arses off for
him," he sneered as he wiped his cock clean with the shattered girl's
long glossy hair.

	He walked out of the huge mansion and back to the tiny house
they were going to have to leave in a couple of days, only to find his
poor wretch of a mother breathing her last breath as the last of her
blood ebbed from the deep cuts in her wrists into the bath.

	Luigi felt rage in every bone in his body at being left alone
through no fault of his own. He felt the whole world was against him,
and something snapped in him. From that moment on, he seemed bent on
teaching the world a lesson - that they couldn't mess with Luigi
Borowicki and get away with it.

	He turned his back on his dead mother, walked out of the house
and apart from the funeral he never went back there again.

	He walked the streets for ages that night, wondering why the
world had dealt him such a cruel blow, until he finally broke into a
house on the outskirts of Wollongong. It was a very well-to-do
household and he drew his flick knife and menaced the couple who lived
there until they gave him money. Again, he tied up the man and made
him watch while Luigi stripped his wife naked and made her masturbate
for him with an enormous candle that was on the mantlepiece.

	Then, just inches from the helpless man, Luigi fucked his wife
in the arse, then in her cunt, pulling his cock out of her and
spraying his spunk over the pair of them. The woman orgasmed as Luigi
rammed a broom handle up her arse and a coke bottle up her cunt.

	He laughed as the husband showed his outrage at his wife's
enjoying the raping, and he stopped at the front door to piss on the
carpet and up the walls.

	After that, Luigi changed his name to Paul Lance, to help
eliminate the background of migrant working class oppression and since
so many people could identify him.

	He went to Kings Cross and with brutal efficiency quickly
showed the underworld types there that he could be a top class
enforcer. In no time he was accepted to the personal staff of the main
drug distributor for NSW, as bodyguard and persuader, a job he
excelled at, because the good looking twenty year old Paul Lance
enjoyed beating people senseless and brutally raping women.

	Paul's harsh command of the seedier parts of Sydney,
punctuated with the occasional disappearance of any associates and
friends who might represent a threat to his ambition meant that within
a couple of years he was running a string of thirty prostitutes and
operated four strip clubs as an equal partner with the head of the
Police Drug squad.

	As a sideline business, he organised kidnapings of girls and
boys in Asia, sometimes even as young as 9 or 10 years old and sold
them in Australia and in the USA as playthings or gave them to the
cops as bribes.

	He ruled his growing empire with a rod of iron. No-one was
ever allowed to deviate an inch from his instructions, and even minor
transgressions were punished severely, often with the life of the
transgressor, extracted painfully and slowly.

	Once, a stripper and part time prostitute refused a request of
one of the Kings Cross policemen who was Paul's employee. He had told
her to lick his arse clean after he'd had a shit and she had told him
to go and get fucked. Paul was affronted and said that disobedient
behaviour wouldn't be tolerated. He closed the strip club and brought
in a bikie gang who was part of his heroin distribution network in
the western suburbs and they stripped her naked, held her down and
raped her repeatedly for 24 hours. And they weren't at all gentle
about it. By the time they were finished with her, she was at death's
door. Paul laughed as they threw her, battered and naked into the
alley behind the Police station where she died of a heroin overdose.

	So this was the charming man who offered Don Wagner a seat
overlooking the harbour with the beautiful white sails gliding
serenely over the shimmering water.

	"I haven't seen you for a while, Don," Paul began after they'd
both been given a large scotch by a striking 14 year old Thai girl in
a maid's uniform. "I was sorry to hear that you and your pretty wife
Branda had separated." He clicked his fingers and the girl went and
stood quietly beside the bar.

	"Thank you Mr Lance, that's the way life goes sometimes. She
got the house and the girls but I'm getting by though."

	"Good, good. And how are your three delightful daughters?"

	"They're very well, thank you for asking, Mr Lance. Kylie
started high school last year and she's been selected for the state
gymnastic team, and the twins, Jodie and Amy just started high school
this year."

	"Good heavens Don how they've grown. How old are they now?"
Paul snapped his fingers again and the Thai girl walked over and stood
beside him. Without taking his eyes off Don Wagner, Paul put his hand
up the girl's short skirt and fingered her cunt, still oozing his
spunk from the rooting he'd given her an hour earlier.

	"Do you like her?" Paul asked, "This is Ling Mai. I got her a
few years ago in Thailand and I've been lending her out to some people
I owe favours to. I think I'll keep her here for a while now. She's
very obliging and completely obedient. I'll let you fuck her one day
if you like."

	Don thought the idea of sticking his cock up the pretty Thai
girl was about the most delicious thing he could imagine. He hadn't
had any sex at all since his wife kicked him out. He'd even started
fantasising about his own lovely daughters lately. "That's very kind
of you Mr Lance. I'd like that. My Kylie's thirteen and the twins are
twelve, Mr Lance."

	"For heaven's sake," Paul was all charm and light at the
moment, but Don Wagner was under no illusions about the way the
conversation was going to turn and he wished the man would get on with
i,. "the next thing you know they'll be getting married! Anyway, to
get to business." Paul Lance's face hardened. "Suppose you tell me
what happened last night, Donny baby?"

	"Well you see, Mr Lance, I was ambushed. I didn't know the
cops would be there. I thought they were your cops... " "You lost a
million dollars worth of heroin, Donny my friend, my heroin that I
paid a lot of money for."

	"Yes, but it wasn't my fault! They were waiting and... "

	"Shut the fuck up!!" Paul shouted. "You lost me a million
dollars and I've got commitments to satisfy. Go and get a million
dollars and bring it here by five o'clock tonight." Paul's cock was
swelling with the erotic feeling of the young girl's slippery cunt
gripping his fingers, so he signalled to another girl, a pre-pubescent
dark haired Indian girl of 12 he'd bought in a deal with some heroin a
year ago who wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him, pulled his
cock out of his pants and popped it into her practiced mouth and
started sucking him off. "Mr Lance, I couldn't find that sort of money
by five o'clock! I need time. I'd have to sell my house."

	"I don't give a fuck what you have to do. I have to meet my
own commitments. Now you fuck off and get me my money. Be back here at
five o'clock sharp or I'll send my boys to get you, and you know what
that means, don't you."

	Don Wagner was absolutely petrified now. He most certainly did
know what it would mean if he didn't arrive there by five o'clock.
He'd be cut up into little pieces - slowly - and disposed of in a
building site. He'd have a lump of concrete for a grave. But if he did
arrive on time and didn't have the money he wouldn't have much better
prospects either. He was pale and quivering in fear as he rode the
lift down the building to the street. The last sight he saw as the
lift doors closed was Paul Lance lying the pretty young Asian girl on
her back on the floor and prodding the head of his cock between her
smooth slick hairless cuntlips. The Indian girl was squatting by his
head holding her little black maid's skirt up and offering him her
cunt to lick.

	Paul pressed a button under the table just to his right and
immediately a door opened off to the far end of the room. He didn't
pause at all in his fucking of the girl as a large man dressed in a
uniform entered.

	"Robert, pick Don Wagner's daughters up from school this
afternoon and bring them here. Don't take no for an answer, and you'd
better take Warren with you just in case they are reluctant. And they
are not to be harmed or interfered with in any way, is that clear?"

	The chauffeur was disappointed at not being able to have any
fun with the girls, but he knew better than to say anything.

	"Yes Mr Lance. Is that all?"

	"Bring the older one Kylie up here and put the others in
Frank's care in the basement until I want them. Now fuck off," Paul
said as he shot his spunk up the little Thai girl's clinging slit.

				* * *

	"Have you done exactly as I asked?" Paul asked his chauffeur
and persuader at ten to five that afternoon.

	"The younger two are in the basement downstairs, Mr Lance. Are
you sure we can't have a little fun with them?"

	"I said no, you fucking idiot. Now don't ask again. Have you
prepared them the way I told you?"

	"Yes Mr Lance."

	"Good. Now get out until I call you."

	At five o'clock exactly the lift motor whirred and the doors
opened as Don Wagner walked into the room. He was carrying a
briefcase, but he had a very worried expression on his face. Paul was
pleased at that because he was looking forward to what he had planned
for this drug courier who had been so stupid as to let the fucking
cops get their hands on some of his stuff.

	"Good evening Don, my friend," the malevolent Paul said, with
a broad pleasant smile on his face. "Come in and make yourself
comfortable. Would you like a drink?"

	Don knew the smile was only to try and unnerve him, he'd seen
this show of bonhommie many times before, frequently just before the
most horrific and brutal punishment was meted out to some poor wretch.
He also knew better than to turn down any invitation of the evil Paul
Lance, even one so innocuous as a drink. As Robert gave him his
scotch, Paul Lance continued.

	"Did you manage to get the million you owe me, Donny boy?"

	"Well, Mr Lance, I've got half a million here in this bag, and
I've had to mortgage my house again and the money from that won't be
ready until the morning. I can get the rest for you in full by then.
Is that OK Mr Lance?" Don Wagner's voice quavered with the fear he
felt in every bone of his body. Mr Lance was not used to people
failing to do as they were told, even such tall orders as this.

	"Well, Don, I am pleased you've seen the sense of things and
arranged the million dollars. It would be a sad thing for me to have
one of my most trusted lieutenants fail me. I am glad you have
acknowledged your responsibilities." Don was immensely relieved at
this and breathed a sigh of relief. However his relief was short
lived, as the crime boss continued.

	"However I am also disappointed that after all these years
together you have let me down on the aspect of punctuality. You know
as well as I do that being on time exactly is a virtue that I insist
on. I will spare your life Wagner, because you have arranged to refund
me the money you so carelessly lost, but I am afraid I must discipline
you because you have failed to meet an important deadline."

	"No, NO! I beg you Mr Lance, I couldn't get the money any
earlier, I'll have it here right after the banks open in the morning,
Please you must see the reason in that. A million dollars is a lot of
money to raise in a day!"

	"You should have thought of that when you lost my consignment."

	"Please, Mr Lance, I beg you to reconsider, Please!! I'll give
you anything I have, just don't punish me." Wagner knew Paul Lance was
enjoying his deputy's anguish, but he didn't have any better ideas.
"You snivelling little creep!" Paul spat. "You would give me anything
you have, just to save your own skin from a hiding is that it?"

	"Yes, yes, of course. Whatever you want, you name it."

	"You make me sick, you spineless little prick. As it happens I
have some other matters to keep me and the boys occupied this evening,
so just this once, I'm prepared to extend you the courtesy of an
extension until ten past ten tomorrow morning. And not a second later.
Is that clear?"

	"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand, Mr Lance. I'll go to the bank
as soon as it opens tomorrow and I'll come straight here. Thank you Mr
Lance, thank you for understanding, you won't regret it I promise
you." "I accept your promise on your life, Wagner. Now fuck off out of
here. No wait, you might like to meet my friends for this evening
before you go, would you like that?"

	Frankly, Don Wagner just wanted to get out of there, but he
knew his boss wanted to show him the latest acquisition in his stable
of sexual playthings. He'd had his share of Paul's girls himself from
time to time, and knew that there was no sexual diversion that Paul
Lance wasn't able to organise.

	Paul Lance pressed a button under the coffee table and the
door at the end of the room opened. Robert entered looking as menacing
as ever.

	"Robert, bring the first of our guests in please." Robert
disappeared and closed the door behind him. "Don I've decided what I
want from you, in return for your snivelling little hide, as a fine
for being late."

	"Yes Mr Lance, wh... wh... wh... what is it?" For an answer,
the door at the end of the room opened again and Robert led Kylie
Wagner into the room, still dressed immaculately in her lightweight
school uniform. She smiled when she saw her father, then the smile
faded as she realised he wasn't all that happy to see her.

	"No, Mr Lance, not Kylie, she's only 13 years old, she's my
daughter! No you can't!"

	"Oh shut up for Christ's sake. You can have a crack at her
tomorrow when you bring the rest of the money. For tonight, she'll
stay here with me, just to make sure you don't change your mind." "But
I have changed my mind, Mr Lance, don't do this, punish me instead. Oh
Christ, what've I done?"

	"If you keep this childish performance up I might just punish
you as well. But a bargain's a bargain, and you swapped your own
comfort for your three daughters, and I intend to hold you to it."

	"You've got the twins as well!! Oh no, not that, no!" Don
Wagner, seeing the futility of begging for mercy wept and made his
exit, planning to get even with Lance for this outrage. The irony was
completely lost on him that he was happy to indulge in all sorts of
sex with other girls taken or bought from their parents as sex slaves
in the past, but now it was his own daughters who were to learn about the
lustful ways of the powerful Mr Paul Lance!

	The troubled drug courier wept uncontrollably as he stood in
the lift, imagining his three pretty daughters with the nasty Paul
Lance's cock spearing their cute smooth slits. By the time he reached
the car he knew what he was going to do...

				* * *

	"Ah, Kylie, looking pretty as ever. Come over here and stand
in front of me where I can get a look at you." The sleazy vice boss
was oozing his famous charm once more - his threatening manner put
back into its box until needed later. Kylie's gingham shift dress
pressed against her slender girl's body as she walked across the huge
living room towards him. "You know that uniform is most becoming. You are
starting to develop into a woman aren't you."

	Kylie, not yet realising the peril she was in, was pleased at
his compliment. She smiled and thanked him.

	"Kylie dear, I think your legs are particularly nice. It's a
pity your dress covers up so much of them. Lift it up a bit for me so
I can see them." Kylie, standing three feet from Paul gripped the
waist of her dress and lifted it, raising the hem up her thighs a
couple of inches.

	"No, more than that, I want to see all of your pretty legs my
dear." His eyes were fixed on her hem as she lifted it further,
exposing the firm white flesh of her upper thighs to him. He followed
it up her legs until she stopped just short of her crotch.

	"No, no, that won't do girl, I want to see your legs! Now lift
your dress up to your waist and stop messing about!" Kylie was so
shocked at the way he spoke so suddenly, she didn't know what to do.
Luckily for her, logic prevailed and she didn't try to protest. She
lifted her hands up under her tiny budding breasts, and her dress
exposed her white panties to her father's boss. They had ridden up into
her young hairless crack a little, so the outline was plainly visible,
a sight which fuelled Paul's lust. He could also see a little spot of
yellow in the crotch where a drop of piss had stained them.

	He reached out and gently ran his hands up the outside of her
legs from her knees to the legbands of her cotton school panties. Then
he ran them down the front, then back up the inside of her smooth
young thighs. He reached the point where her thighs touched, barring
his progress towards her virginal slit, and he pressed outwards,
silently commanding her to spread her feet apart.

	"Mr Lance, I don't think... :"

	"It's all right Kylie, your father said I could examine you
and teach you some of the important lessons of being a woman. You do
want to be a woman don't you?" "Yes, Mr Lance, but... "

	"Well then, don't argue, what your father says is important.
He knows you're here, so he must want this to happen, don't you
think?" Kylie nodded and relaxed a little, although she was still very
apprehensive. He stroked her belly, feeling the way the cotton fabric
clung close to her abdomen, then ran his hands around to her bottom.
The panties had ridden up into her arsecrack a little too, and touched
her there gently.

	Then he put a hand right between her legs and felt her slit
through the cotton gussett of her panties. She was panting a little,
betraying the beginnings of her arousal.

	"Has anyone ever touched you here before, Kylie? Now be
truthful, and you won't get into any trouble, I'm just trying to find
out what you know already."

	"Well, a few times Mr Lance. Once, last Christmas holidays
when we were camping on the north coast. I was swimming in the river
alone and these boys grabbed me and pulled my bikini off. They showed
me their things and held me while they touched me. But nothing else
happened, I promise. And a few times the boys from school have grabbed
me in the alley on the way home from school and put their hands up my
dress and touched me. Once they even made me hold their things."

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gangsters (M+f+, ped, compulsion, inc)[2/5]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 16:27:54 GMT

			    The Gangsters
			       Part Two

	"That's OK Kylie, believe it or not, most girls learn about
life like that. It wasn't a very pleasant experience, was it?"

	"No, it made me all wet and slippery down there."

	"But, that's good, it means you're a normal girl. But I mean
to teach you how to enjoy that experience, and how it can be a lot of
fun. Would you like that?" He was stroking her cunt outside her white
panties quite firmly now, and rubbing her arse with his other hand.
She was showing some signs of arousal and Paul knew she was going to
oblige him, at least until it was too late to back out.

	"I think the first thing we ought to do is get rid of the
school uniform, don't you think? Lift your dress over your head and
take it off." She stood in front of him dressed in just her panties
and shoes and socks now. Paul was getting very excited and his cock
threatened to burst out of his pants. He reached for the waistband of
her panties and pulled them slowly down.

	He gasped as her little split came into view. He had seen
plenty of cunts in his time, but it never failed to excite him to see
a new one for the first time, especially that of a 13 year old pre-
pubescent virgin like Kylie.

	She stepped out of the crumpled white garment as it landed on
the floor, and Paul decided he'd leave her shoes and socks on her. He
preferred her that way. He asked her to move around the room for him,
first walking, then running, then skipping, and he watched the way her
arsecheeks moved and the tiny buds of her tits jiggled just enough.

	"Your dad tells me you're a gymnast, Kylie, and rather good at
that, is that true?" "I'm on the state team," she replied proudly. She
felt confident now, and wasn't trying to cover her nakedness.

	"We'll clear this furniture away and you can do your floor
exercise for me then." He summoned Robert, who licked his lips as soon
as he saw the naked 13 year old standing there. The three of them
quickly moved all the furniture back to the walls, Robert copping a
nice feel of Kylie's arse in the process, and Robert retired again
sporting a huge bulge in the front of his pants.

	To Paul's command, Kylie did her routine of handstands, flips,
jumps, tumbles and splits, ending up in a difficult double back
somersault and landing in the splits. She was facing away from Paul at
this point, so he had a fine view of her arsehole and into her cunt,
already wet and glistening with the sweat from her exertion and from
the sexual excitement she was feeling.

	"Don't you think this is a bit unfair, Mr Lance?"

	"How's that, Kylie?"

	"Well you have to keep all your clothes on and I'm nice and
free. Why don't you take your clothes off too?"

	"My thoughts exactly!" the dirty bastard shouted as he tore at
his shirt. When he pulled his underpants down, his cock burst up hard
and hot and Kylie gasped.

	"Jesus!" she said, "that's huge!"

	"Yeah," said Paul, pleased as punch at the girl's reaction, "I
bet it's bigger than those little boys you've been playing with."

	"You bet!... Can I touch it?"

	Paul couldn't believe his ears. Normally they were screaming
and shouting for the cops by now, but this little cunt was asking to
play with his dick.

	"Why don't you do what you do with the boys?" he said, curious
to see what she'd been up to so far. He sat down on the easy chair and
put his legs over the arms. His cock, balls and arsehole were all on
display for the 13 year old schoolgirl.

	Kylie knelt between his outstretched legs and looked at the
display in front of her. She wrapped her little fingers around the
shaft of his cock and started to jerk him off. She was very good at
it, and in no time had him nearly ready to shoot. "Hold it, you'll
have me shooting off too soon. Why don't I look at you for a little
while? Get up here on the chair and do the same as me."

	Kylie spread her legs, making her slick smooth fleshy cunt
gape for his eager hungry eyes. Paul knelt between her thighs and put
his fingers into the wet split.

	"What did you mean about shooting Mr Lance?" she said, panting
again with the heat in her tiny cunt.

	"Haven't you ever seen a cock shoot its spunk out?"

	"What's that?"

	"Jesus, Kylie you really do have a lot to learn. Spunk is the
most delicious juice known to humans. I'll give you a taste of some
later on. In the mean time, I'll see how your cunt tastes." He leant
forward and flicked his tongue up her slit from her arsehole to her
hairless mound.

	"OOooh WOW! That feels good, do that again!!"

	Paul did more than that, he did more than taste her, he made a
full meal out of her. He slurped and slobbered at her genitals until
she shuddered and had her first orgasm. Her legs went straight up into
the air, toes pointed and she bit her lip. Paul felt her virginal cunt
gripping on the end of his tongue, and her arsehole squeezing his
finger.

	"Bloody hell, what happened?!?!"

	"I think that was an orgasm, Kylie. Haven't you ever had one
of those before?"

	"No and I want to do it again. Can we do that again?"

	"Yes, of course, we can do that lots of ways. But first I want
you to taste some spunk." He stood up and pointed his cock at her
mouth. She didn't need to be told, she opened her mouth and popped his
prick into it. She sucked and licked at it, as he guided her, and when
he came, she swallowed his cum, smacking her lips as though she'd
eaten the best delicacy in the world.

	"That was tasty. You are right, Mr Lance, spunk is delicious.
Can I have some more?"

	"Yes, but you have to give my cock some time to gather it's
strength."

	"Great, then you can do me again!" She ran across to the other
side of the room, then ran back towards him doing one of her tumbling
routines, finishing up with a handstand just inches from his feet.
Without touching him, she moved so she was facing him upside down on
her hands, then spread her legs into the splits. The invitation was
plain, so Paul Lance bent down and put his mouth onto the 13 year old
cunt once more, working his agile tongue into the folds and sucking as
much of her young juices out as he could get.

	"Oh I love that. Put it in deeper, lick me, suck me, make me
orgasm again. Please do me!"

	He put his hands on her hips and lifted her without taking his
mouth off her sex. He stood up straight and her own mouth came
directly opposite his growing cock. She opened her mouth and sucked
him in again.

	"He carried her twice round the room like that, then
reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away from her. Her cunt was reluctant
to let him go, and tried to cling to his tongue. He laid her on the
floor. "Now it's time for you to learn about the greatest thing of all
- even better than sucking," he said as he climbed between her thighs.

	"Are you going to do it to me?"

	"Let's call it by its proper name, Kylie, I'm gonna fuck your
hot cunt, and fill it full of hot sticky sperm, that's what I'm going
to do. I'm going to stick my fat hard cock up your fuckhole and screw
you." "Ooooh yes, that sounds dirty!... Do it, fuck me, screw my hot
wet cunt with your big cock, ram it up me. NOW!"

	`Jesus, she's learning fast!' he thought as he shoved his cock
into her virginal cunt. His swollen cockhead hit her hymen and she
cried in pain. He pulled back to the entrance to her cunt and rammed
back into her with all his strength. As her maidenhead burst and the
big fuckshaft surged up her twat, Kylie cried out with the pain even
louder than before. That was the part that Paul loved. He loved to
ravish virgins, the younger the better, and this hot little slut was
certainly hotter than most. He couldn't wait to have a crack at her
twin sisters. He fucked her furiously until his balls exploded into
her, giving her tight clinging cunthole its first load of scum.

	He enjoyed her so much, his cock stayed nice and hard. He
flipped over onto his back and told her to do the splits onto his
cock. He held it pointing skywards as she put her feet either side of
his body and gradually pushed them outwards. Her cunt descended very
slowly towards the throbbing cockhead that was waiting for it, and
just as her bare cuntlips reached the end of his prick, a drop of his
spunk dripped out of her and onto the waiting fuckshaft.

	He smeared it all around the cockhead and she continued to
lower herself onto him. Down, down, she came until her smooth cuntlips
touched his belly, his cock up her to the hilt.

	"I did it!" she called in triumph. "I got it all up me! Now
I'm going to fuck you, Mr Lance. You just lie there and let me do the
work."

	Paul was happy to do as he was told, since Kylie had the same
idea as he did. He relaxed on the thick wool carpet and watched her
perform her gymnastics with his cock up her greasy cunt. The young
schoolgirl was a natural slut, she was really letting loose. She was
writhing around, pulling on her tiny but erect nipples, tossing her
head so that her long glossy locks rippled over her back. She was
speaking to him in a manner that told Paul she knew more about fucking
than she had let on. She might well have been a virgin when his oozing
prick barged its way up her cunt for the first time but she knew all
the filthy language that the boys on the school bus must have taught her.

	"YES! FUCK ME!! Fill my cunt with spunk you dirty pervert.
Screw me, fill me with cock!"

	Paul was overjoyed that the young girl had turned out to be
such a willing and promising whore. He decided this was the time to go
into the next phase of her education.

	The next time she spun round on his cock so her back was
facing him, he reached out and pressed the buzzer to summon Robert.

	Robert had been watching on the closed circuit TV where they
were recording the whole performance to view later on while fucking
the Thai girls. He was naked and his cock was already half hard so
when he entered the room, Kylie was in full flight and too close to
orgasm to stop fucking Paul.

	"Ah Robert, so good of you to join us," Paul said rather
matter-of-factly. "I think this fucking little schoolgirl whore's
hungry. Give her your cock to suck."

	"Yes sir," said Robert, holding his prick in his hand. He
walked directly to where they were screwing on the carpet, and pushed
his cock into Kylie's mouth.

	Kylie was having more fun than she'd ever had in her 13 years.
She'd had such a strict upbringing that to break free and be as dirty
as she liked like this was heaven for her. And now, for Christ's sake
she not only had a precious man's cock up her wet creamy slit, she had
another in her mouth about to give her a dose of spunk too! It felt
wonderful to be able to realise all of her very private fantasies
under the guise of being forced to have sex by this gangster and his
heavy. Kylie sucked and fucked happily, stopping every few minutes to
give encouragement to the two men - "Fuck me! cum in me! give me your
spunk!"

	Feeling the sperm rising in his cock, Paul Lance thrust
upwards and the lithe and flexible 13 year old did the splits over his
groin, letting him get the tip of his prick into the entrance to her
cervix. Then it exploded, shooting his fuckslime up into her clinging
canal.

	When he stopped shooting, he pushed the girl off him and
climbed back onto the couch, his cock dripping with his cum and her
copious cuntjuices.

	"Robert, go and get Indira and Ling Mai. They can suck me
clean while I watch you give this little bitch a proper workout," he
commanded.

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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gangsters (M+f+, ped, compulsion, inc)[3/5]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 16:29:34 GMT

			    The Gangsters
			      Part Three

	Despite being near to cumming, Robert showed the discipline
that had endeared him to Paul years ago by pulling his cock out of
Kylie's warm moist sucking mouth and taking her hand off his balls and
her fingers out of his bumhole. He walked across the room with his
rigid pole waving in front of him and spoke into the intercom. Almost
before Robert had returned his dick to its welcome home in Kylie's
mouth, the outer door opened and the two young girls entered, still
wearing the maids uniforms they had been wearing when Kylie's father
first saw them earlier in the day.

	They solemnly walked across the room to stand beside their
master and silently let him put his hands up their dresses to feel
their smooth cunts. As Robert had Kylie kneel on the floor in front of
them so he could fuck her tiny cunt from behind, Paul told his two
young slaves that his cock was dirty and needed cleaning. Immediately
the girls fell to their knees and started licking and sucking at his
crotch, cleaning it and worshipping it at the same time.

	"Indira, I want a piss. Get your mouth over my cock and drink
it."

	The girl plainly didn't like to drink his piss, but that
didn't persuade Paul at all. A good slave will do everything she's
told to do without hesitation or complaint. As Ling Mai kept on
licking his balls, Paul slapped Indira very hard indeed, sending her
careering across the floor in a very undignified fashion.

	"I told you Indira, never to question my commands but to carry
them out exactly and immediately. You are lucky I am feeling very
mellow or I would punish you very severely. Do you want me to get
Robert and the boys to fuck your arse all night again?"

	She was plainly terrified at this suggestion and shook her
head vigorously. Well get over here and do as you're told. The poor
young girl stood up shakily and returned to the couch where Paul was
reclining like an old-time potentate. Indira took his cock in her hand
and put her mouth around the head and waited for the stream of hot
piss to start.

	Ling Mai, you do my arsehole," he said as he lifted his legs
high into the air to give the little Thai girl access to his rear.
Kylie, kneeling on the floor but looking over her shoulder at the
scene as the chauffeur pounded at her cunt was astounded that the
girls would do such perverted and filthy things. She had thought she
was pretty outrageous, but she'd never thought of drinking piss!

	There was silence in the room now, except for the sounds
of Robert's fat cock sloshing around in Kylie's wet cunthole, and the
slurping sounds of Ling Mai lapping at Paul's arsehole. Suddenly there
was another sound. It was very quiet, a tiny sound, but it was the
sound of Indira drinking as fast as she could, swallowing the piss of
her master so that not a drop spilled out onto his belly. She knew if
she let any fall out she'd probably be treated as the toilet again for
the whole household.

	When she had been bought from her impoverished parents in
India for the equivalent of $100, Indira was one of a group of a dozen
girls and boys aged between seven and twelve. They were purchased by
Paul's courier to be either used in Paul Lance's network or sold into
slavery. Young girls were useful for smuggling drugs because the
theory was that customs inspectors wouldn't search little girls cunts
for contraband. Then they either became highly valuable merchandise to
sell as slaves or to work in Paul's top secret brothels for
paedophiles in Queensland and Sydney, or to join Paul's personal
retinue of sex toys. Since their cunts had to be opened up to stick
the condoms containing the heroin up, the courier had the job of
breaking them in. This was the best part of the job for Ravi. He would
have done the job for nothing just to get the chance to fuck girls all
day. He enjoyed the things he had to do, and took a pride in sorting
out the good ones from the bad ones.

	He had a sadistic streak in him, and he was a little bit sad
that he couldn't really go to town on the more uppity ones, but Mr
Lance wouldn't tolerate him wasting any of his money by marking a
beautiful piece of cunt. But just once in a while Ravi used his own
money to buy a girl. He would rape and torture the poor wretch
mercilessly, eventually throwing her battered and unidentifiable body
into a river to be carried away with the dozens of other bodies found
in Pakistan each year.

	He took his newly purchased children to a disused warehouse he
rented for the purpose. First, he separated the pretty girls from the
plain ones then locked the pretty ones in a cage for safe keeping.
Wishing to savour the pretty ones for later, he dealt with the plain
ones first . He would strap them all into a frame he had built in the
warehouse which rendered them immobile then he would open up their
cunts, either by fucking them if he felt like it, or more usually by
jabbing a smooth stick or a dildo up them. He ignored their pleas for
mercy, because they gave him a hard-on. Once in a while a girl would
complain too much or cry a little too loudly so just for fun and as an
example to the others he would whip her until her blood ran onto the
floor. This usually had the desired effect of terrorising the others
into being meek and obedient, even if it meant sacrificing one of his
girls. He couldn't go bringing a little girl through customs with
welts and injuries all over her, so he would have to sell her to an
Indian or Pakistani brothel. With any luck she might last a year of
maybe two of ten-times a day fucking.

	The boys were saved for a party he held each trip in
Rawalpindi. He paid off the local police who kept the heroin supply
lines open with regular drunken parties in a local cafe. They would
close the cafe for the night, and Ravi's boys would be the waiters.
They usually weren't much good at serving the tables, but that didn't
matter. By the time most of the tables were into their second bottle
of wine the clothes were coming off and cocks were being played with.
Sooner or later, (usually sooner) one of the waiter boys would be
grabbed by a drunken policeman and thrown over the table where the
others would all yank his clothes off, hold him down and fuck his arse
and mouth until he was red raw. By midnight, everyone would be naked
and all the boys would have numerous loads of cum up their arses. One
highly popular game was the cum bath, where the youngest boy would
have to lie on the table so everyone could see his stiff little cock
and fondle it when they liked. The cops would gather round him and the
boys would have to jerk them all off until the spunk showered into the
air covering the boy from head to foot. Then they'd make the boys lick
their comrade clean while they had their arses fucked. The highlight
of the evening would be the game of `pass the parcel', where the most
popular boy would be passed round a circle, having each cock jabbed up
his arse. As each man shot his spunk he had to leave the game, until
there was only one man left. He would then be allowed to pick two of
the boys to keep for his own playthings until Ravi came around on his
next trip. Ravi never took the boys back, however because they were
almost always totally used up and worthless for his purposes by then.
That policeman would have used and abused him and lent him out to his
friends continuously for a couple of months.

	While Ravi loved that part of his job, the times he relished
most of all was training the prettiest or cutest young girls. It would
take a month sometimes, because he would take one or two young girls
to his motel room, tie them to his bed naked, and rape them repeatedly
for two days. In Indira's case he had brought his local contact in - a
grubby toothless Pakistani and let him fuck her and take photographs
of her with sperm running out of her slick smooth cunt.

	Once Paul saw Indira he picked her out of the group of little
couriers and he made her parade in front of him and all his friends
completely naked, showing them her private parts. They all fucked her
and made her display herself for them, and then told her that as part
of her training she was to be their little toilet girl for a few
weeks. They'd made her drink their piss, lick their arseholes clean
after they'd had a shit, even drink the piss of guests while they sat
at the diner table and carried on eating their meal. parties and piss
into a big bowl, then they'd pissed into it themselves, and made her
dip her glass into the concoction and drink it down. Indira had hated
they way she'd been treated, but knew nothing else so it never
occurred to her to rebel in any way.

	Ling Mai was the same. She had never known any other way of
life either, so she meekly did as she was told and accepted whatever
punishment Paul meted out to her as part of life. She lapped away at
his dirty arsehole thankful in her naivete that she had such
comfortable surroundings and such lovely clothes. She knew nothing of
the way other people lived. She hadn't been a virgin since she was
five, when her brother sold her cherry to a German businessman for
fifty dollars. She was fucked pretty regularly after that in Bangkok -
by her brother, her father, and by the paying customers they took her
to. Normally they rented her out for a night, but sometimes she had to
go with the men on longer trips of up to a week. By the time Paul
bought her outright aged ten, she was a seasoned whore. The little she
didn't know about lust and depravity when she came to Australia, she
soon learnt at the hands of the drug boss and his cronies.

	While Ling Mai, Indira and Kylie were obligingly sucking,
licking and fucking Robert and Paul upstairs in the penthouse, the
twins Jodie and Amy were taking quite a different approach downstairs
in a basement room beneath the building. The three girls had willingly
got into the LTD limousine that picked them up, because they knew
Robert, and had driven with him before. He'd told them their father
had arranged for him to pick them up because he had been delayed in a
meeting.

	They'd got nervous however when they caught him leering and
adjusting his swelling cock in his pants as he looked at them in the
driving mirror. But by then it was too late, the car was zooming
towards the inner Sydney office block where Paul Lance's penthouse
apartment was located. They swooped into the private area of the
underground car park

	and Robert had given orders to a bodyguard that Kylie was to
be taken upstairs to wait outside the apartment until Mr Lance called
for her. The huge guard and their sister disappeared in the lift and
the twins felt very vulnerable with the leering and creepy Robert.

	As though by telepathy they came to the identical conclusion
simultaneously, and turned and ran for the ramp to the street. Robert
was ready for them though and he caught them before they got twenty
paces. He held them roughly by the arm and dragged them to the boiler
room and locked the door behind them. He laughed as he walked off
jingling the keys as he went.

	A few hours later, the door opened again and a filthy unkempt
man came in. "Good afternoon girls. My name's Frank. I don't have
another name. You certainly are sexy little girls aren't you? Are you
hungry? Would you like some food?" "We want to go home!" they
protested.

	"Of course you do, and that's just what you'll do, but first
your father has to do something for Mr Lance, and you girls have to do
something for me. When all those things have been done, you can go
home and no harm will have been done. So don't worry. Now do you want
anything to eat or not?"

	"Yes please, we're hungry!" said Amy.

	"OK then I'll get some food for you, right after you've done
what I want you to do. Now take those school dresses off." The girls
stood there, open mouthed in amazement. "I SAID GET THOSE FUCKING
DRESSES OFF AND I MEAN NOW!!!" he screamed at them. He reached for
Jodie's fresh light blue gingham dress and ripped at the buttons,
opening it all

	down the front, then he pulled it off her and threw it into
the corner of the room. Amy saw the sense in not angering this maniac
any more and lifted her dress over her head.

	"That's better. Now turn around both of you and let me see how
you're developing.... nice, you're both going to be very beautiful
women one day. Now pull those panties down to the middle of your
thighs. ... DO IT!" Looking at each other for inspiration in their
terror, the 12 year old twins reluctantly put their thumbs into the
waistbands of their panties and pushed them downwards until their bums
and slick smooth pussies were open to the air.

	"Good," the dirty man said, "now turn around again and let me
look at you.... again, only slower this time... great! fucking great
you two are truly wonderful to look at. Now get those panties off
completely and give them to me." The girls dropped their knickers to
the floor and handed them to the man who immediately held the damp
crotches to his nose and breathed deeply.

	Then he disappeared through the door, locking it again behind
him, and taking the panties with him 'for his collection' he said. He
left the two girls naked except for their shoes and socks.

	Amy and Jodie held each other and wept as , unknown to them
but thirty floors above them their sister was screaming in pain and
ecstasy as her hymen was split by Paul Lance's hard prick

	After about an hour, the door to the dirty basement room
opened again and the leering man returned with some food.

	"Are you girls hungry?" Frank asked.

	"Yes!" the twins enthused.

	"Well you," he said looking at Amy, "go and sit over there and
wait. You, what's your name?" "Jodie," the young schoolgirl almost
whispered.

	"That's a nice name, Jodie. Well, you can have some food, and
so can your sister if she's nice and does what I tell her. Now come
over here and sit on my knee so I can touch you while you eat."

	"NO!! Never, you pervert!" shouted Jodie, shocked at the
suggestion. She covered her crotch with her hands and involuntarily
stepped back into the shadows.

	"OK, have it your own way, but I'll get you sooner or later.
What about you, Amy? Are you going to come over here and sit on my lap
while you eat?"

	"NO! I'm jolly well not. I'll tell my father about this. He'll
see you're punished. Now give us back our clothes this minute!" Amy
was very aggressive, but it didn't worry the man who had seen this many
times before and from girls sometimes even younger than these.

	There was a constant procession of 10 to 18 year old runaways,
whores, schoolgirl sluts and slaves bought from overseas, so the man
had his share of fresh cunt to play with. These two were just like the
rest of the stuck-up virgin bitches he had to deal with, they thought
their cunts were for pissing through or something, and they had this
old fashioned notion that they could say who did what to them and
when. He liked changing that idea, especially if it involved a little
pain and discipline. And that's what the night looked like having in
store tonight.

	He looked at Amy standing in front of him, hands on hips and
an aggressive look on her face and without any warning, he belted her
hard across the face with the back of his hand. Amy reeled back in
shock at the slap, but before she could recover, he hit her again from
the other side and grabbed her arm tightly.

	"Yeiow! That hurts! Let me go!" Amy screamed. Frank didn't say
anything. He was very powerful from constant weight training in the
gym upstairs, and lifted the young girl off her feet effortlessly. He
carried her to the dark side of the basement and tied her firmly to a
wooden cross that he pulled out of a cupboard.

	By the time he was finished, Amy was bound hand and feet
spread wide open and couldn't move a muscle to protect herself no
matter how hard she tried. The man left her there and went looking for
Jodie. Jodie, much to her own disgust was cowering in abject fear in
the corner, hoping the man might forget about her, but to no avail. He
grabbed her and pulled her into the middle of the room.

	"See your stupid sister? Look at her. She wouldn't be nice to
me and look where it's got her. Now I can even fuck her if I like. Do
you want that to happen to you?"

	Jodie quivered and shook her head. She was ashamed at the way
she hadn't come to her twin sister's aid, but frankly she was too
frightened to think straight.

	"Well, if you don't want to be tied up and punished, you come
and sit on my knee and be nice to me." He sat on a dirty wooden box
and patted his knee. Reluctantly, Jodie sat down, and he put his arm
round her.

	"That's better. See, Amy you could be doing this if you had
any sense, but instead you've got to be punished. Soon your sister's
going to feel terrific while you're going to be miserable. Now let
that be a lesson to you, never to say no to a man." While he spoke, he
put one hand between Jodie's thighs and pushed them apart. He slipped
his fingers into her slick young virginal crack and began to fondle
her. His other hand wandered over her back from her neck to her naked
bum, gradually working its way to her tight puckered arsehole. His
tongue flicked out over her small nipples sticking out beautifully
from the budding little fleshy mounds that one day soon would be her
tits.

	Jodie sat quietly in full view of her sister, and let him
touch her wherever he liked. She was doubly ashamed of herself now,
because in addition to feeling bad about her sister and not coming to
help her, now she felt guilty about enjoying what was happening in her
crotch. Despite all the outrage she felt at the way she had been
forced to do this, her pussy was responding to the strange touch in
ways she'd never before experienced. The man took his fingers out of
her split and licked them. Then he reached out for the tray of food
and gave a plate of salad to Jodie.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gangsters (M+f+, ped, compulsion, inc)[4/5]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 16:31:23 GMT

			    The Gangsters
			      Part Four

	"Here you are, you eat while I touch," he said, returning his
fingers to her 12 year old cunt and immediately detecting an increase
in the degree of wetness between her pussy lips. He slipped his fingers
around in the girl's cunt and probed gently at her arsehole as she ate
her meal, but following his master's orders at no stage did he let
anything actually enter her body.

	By the time she finished the meal, Jodie was feeling extremely
mellow, and in fact the room seemed to be getting bigger, then
smaller, then bigger, then the walls were changing colour to appear
like rainbows. Just as she realised she'd been drugged, she passed
out.

				* * *

	At eight minutes and forty five seconds past ten the next
morning an exhausted Don Wagner pressed the button in the foyer of the
office tower to call the private lift to Paul Lance's penthouse. He
was breathing very heavily from the sprint he'd made from the bank
with the money, but it looked like he was going to make it. The doors
opened and Robert looked out to make sure he was alone. Then the two
men rode the lift up to the penthouse, where the doors opened at nine
minutes thirty seconds past ten. Just in time! Thank God!

	"Ah, Wagner my friend. How good to see you. I'm so glad you
didn't let me down," Paul greeted his underling. "You do have the
money don't you?"

	"Yes Mr Lance." Don was struggling unsuccessfully to keep from
showing his anxiety, but he was regaining his breath at last.

	"Good. Put it over there by the bar. I'll count it later. I
don't need to tell you what will happen if it's not all there, do I?"

	"No, Mr Lance, it's all there." God, the thought of what might
happen to him if the money wasn't all there was too horrible to
contemplate. He handed the case to the pretty blonde teenage girl who
was standing behind the bar. She was completely naked except for a
wide leather belt round her middle and a black leather collar round
her neck.

	"Well then, let's forget all about this little incident then
shall we? Because you've been so loyal to me, I've decided to put on a
little show for you. You'll like this, but you must be absolutely
silent unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear? Not a sound from
you or it's punishment time again."

	"Sure, I understand. Not a sound Mr Lance." Don Wagner stood
in the middle of the room as Paul Lance pressed the button set into
the coffee table beside his chair.

	The door at the back of the room opened and a dozen huge
powerfully built men entered. They were obviously Paul Lance's
bodyguards and ordinarily that would have sounded alarm bells in Don's
brain, but this time he knew they were unarmed - they were all
completely nude. They arranged themselves in a circle, with Don Wagner
included. He felt a bit awkward, the only one fully dressed in a
circle with a lot of men. He was wondering if they were going to have
a circle jerk-off when the door opened again and a blindfolded young
girl - also naked - stumbled in. Don was shocked as he realised that
the giggling girl was his daughter Kylie!

	"Oooh Robert, what a naughty game this is!" she giggled as he
led her into the centre of the circle.

	Paul, now naked like the others, was the first to speak. "Now
you know the rules of this game, Kylie. No one here will utter a sound
or give you any clue as to their identity, but you have to guess who
they are without taking off the blindfold. If you guess more than half
correctly, you get to have a holiday for two weeks on my yacht with
six of the boys to do whatever you like with no questions asked. OK?"

	"Anything? I can do anything at all with them, even fuck away
the whole two weeks?"

	"Yeah that's OK. You can bring some friends too if you like or
have them all to yourself." "Ooh I'm too greedy to share all that
delicious cock with anyone else. I'd want to have cock up me the whole
time." She giggled at the thought.

	Don Wagner, seeing what was happening opened his mouth to
speak, but seeing the warning look from the drug boss thought better
of it and stayed silent.

	He felt a slight stirring in his loins as he saw his little
girl in a new way. He had never thought of her in a sexual way before,
but here she was naked in front of a whole gang of strange men
sporting erections!

	Kylie approached a man on the other side of the circle. She
held her hands out in front of her because of course she couldn't see,
and her fingers touched his hairy chest. She touched his face, then
ran her hands down his body to his growing prick. She cupped his balls
in one hand and wrapped the other one around the shaft.

	"This is either Tony or Dominic," she announced. She dropped
to her knees and put her face close to his crotch, sniffing at his
balls, then she popped his cock into her mouth and sucked. Her face
went straight to his crotch sending the large cockhead into her
throat, then she stood up again. "That's Tony!" she said in triumph.
Everyone cheered and Don Wagner wondered whether it was normal for a
father to get a hard-on watching his daughter behaving like a whore.

	Kylie moved to her right and guessed George correctly after
sucking his cock too. 'Great,' she thought 'two out of two.' Next was
Robert, his giant prick standing out from his belly like a flagpole.

	"I know who this is, but I'd better suck him off to make
sure," Kylie said proudly, remembering the way she'd finally taken him
up her arse about midnight after trying for an hour.

	"Hey, you haven't got time to make him shoot," Paul protested,
getting impatient to see what she did when she reached her father
fully dressed, "just tell us who he is and get on to the next one."
"Oh all right," Kylie pouted, "it's Robert." The cheering told her she'd
got three out of three.

	She wasn't sure whether the next one was Werner or not. "I
can't really tell I'm sorry," she said after giving his prick the suck
sniff and lick test, "why don't you stick your fingers up me and see
if I can tell that way?" She spread her legs and he reached between
them, stiffened three fingers and plunged them up her cunt. As he
stirred them around in her, Don saw a couple of drops of sperm ooze
out of his young daughter's cunt, over the man's fingers and drop onto
the floor.

	"That feels wonderful," she announced, "and I think this is
Karl." The boos told her she'd got it wrong this time, but gave her no
indication of who it was. This unsettled her and she got the next
three wrong as well, even though she tried hard to remember. The
trouble was, she'd had nearly twenty cocks in her since she got here
last evening and they were starting to become something of a blur in
her mind. If only she could see them! Kylie sucked the next cock and
had him finger her, and was not very sure this time either. Was it
Werner or not? Then she remembered something else she'd done last
night. She dropped to her knees again and moved round behind him. She
pulled his arsecheeks apart and pressed her lips to his arsehole. She
pushed her tongue into the tight aromatic hole and she knew who it
was. "This is Arie!" she announced. The cheering confirmed her choice
and Don Wagner adjusted his cock in his pants as he pondered whether
there was anything at all his 13 year old girl hadn't done with these
thugs last night.

	`Two to go,' Kylie thought, and was promptly dismayed as she
got the next two wrong.

	"You better get your thoughts together, you haven't got many
left," Robert said pulling on his cock. "You've got four out of ten
right. Two more to get and you win!"

	Kylie touched Paul, smelt his aftershave and knew immediately
who it was, but was having too much fun to let on. She sucked his
cock, licked his arsehole, then made him kiss her wet slimy spunk-
covered cunt before correctly naming him to the general applause of
the whole gang.

	`OK, one to go, but how many more cocks are there to choose
from?' she wondered.

	Kylie was surprised that the next man was dressed in a suit.
She sniffed him, and he smelled familiar. She ran her hands over him,
just as she'd done with all the others. `Clean shaven, good muscle
tone, strong, feels like expensive clothes - silk suit!, feel his
crotch - Jesus! what a big cock, and rock hard too!' Don thought he
was going to cum in his pants when his little girl gripped his prick
through his pants.

	`Kiss him, see if that gives him away!' Kylie put an arm round
her father's neck while she groped his cock and balls with the other,
and kissed him wetly, her agile tongue entering his mouth. She'd never
kissed her father like that before, so of course she didn't recognise
him. She figured she was being cheated.

	"Do I know this one?" she asked, and amid raucous laughter she
was assured she did in fact know this man very well indeed. 'I'll have
to get his dick out then.' She undid his belt and his pants and pulled
his straining fuck-muscle out as the expensive imported suit pants fell
to the floor. She fondled his erection for a while, then sniffed it,
licked it, and finally opened her mouth and sucked it in. As his hands
went to the back of her head she still had no idea whose cock she was
sucking but judging by the noises all around her, everyone else was
enjoying the game as much as she was!

	She stuck her index finger up the man's arsehole and his
ball-sac tightened, his cock swelled up and she knew he was going to
cum in her mouth. His spunk barrelled up the length of his cock and
exploded into her mouth as she suddenly worked out why she didn't know
this cock. She remembered who else was going to be here this morning!
For Christ's sake she was sucking off her Daddy!

	In her shock at this realisation, she lifted her mouth off his
cock and called out, "Daddy!" just as the second burst of cum
ejaculated out of his piss-slit and hit her in the face. Another rope
of sperm shot into her hair before he pulled her mouth back over his
throbbing cock once more and plunged his dick into her throat, where
the last of his fuckslime oozed lazily down her gullet to join the
litre or so that was already there. Paul Lance took his hands off
Werner's cock to applaud Kylie's achievement. "Well done Kylie, you
are indeed a talented girl. You may remove the blindfold now. Don't
you think she's become a talented little cocksucker Don? Did you have
any idea your daughter had such a liberated attitude to life?" Don was
still thunderstruck at the images that were burned into his brain of
his 13 year old daughter sucking the cocks and arseholes of all these
men. He couldn't say anything.

	"Look, Kylie, your father's overcome with emotion," Paul said.
"Go and keep him company while we get the next part of the show
underway. Don, we don't mind if you feel the need to release some of
your energy with Kylie during this next part, why don't you take your
clothes off and join us in the fun. I can assure you Kylie's had a lot
of fun with us all during the night, haven't you Kylie?"

	Kylie ran over to her father and started pulling at his jacket
and shirt, helping him strip so she could sit on his lap before the
next part of the morning began, whatever that might be.

	When he was finally naked, he sat on an easy chair and she sat
on his lap, holding on to his rigid cock and wanking it slowly.

	Into his ear she whispered, "stick your fingers up me and feel
me Daddy. That would be so nice. Shove some up my cunt and some up my
arse. I like having both holes filled at once Daddy."

	Don couldn't believe his ears. All these years his sexy little
girl was a latent whore and he hadn't seen it. If only he'd given way
to his secret desires years ago when he wanted to touch her and
perhaps even get her to suck his cock chance. She spread her legs to
give him access to her split and he felt the oozing slime of all those
loads of spunk in her cunt. His other hand slipped into her arsehole
just as easily, lubricated as it was by a dozen loads of spunk there
too.

	Then the door at the back of the room opened again and in
walked 14 year old Ling Mai and 12 year old Indira, both completely
naked and leading a huge Great Dane. The dog was so enormous his head
was almost at the same level as the girls'. Brutus padded contentedly
beside them as they strode purposefully to the centre of the room.

	Brutus sat placidly on the polished floor panting, with his
long tongue hanging out as the two little girls stood patiently
waiting for a signal from Paul.

	Paul sat on the couch with Robert and Werner on either side.
He took their cocks in each hand and they both held onto his rigid
length and at last Paul nodded to the girls.

	Ling Mai and Indira turned to face each other and kissed
erotically. Their mouths opened and their tongues probed feverishly.
They obviously knew what each other liked and had plainly practiced it
often, because their little nipples stood up very quickly and there
were the unmistakable signs of considerable sexual arousal. As the
girls groped each other, eventually reaching between their legs and
fingering each others' cunts, they rubbed themselves against the big
dog as well, letting his fur tickle their tiny clits as they straddled
his back.

	Ling Mai bent down and started to kiss the dog on the nose.
She licked around his nose and into his mouth, sucking on the hound's
tongue as though it was a man's. Knowing what was coming, the dog
showed signs of arousal as the tip of his bright red cock appeared at
the opening of its furry sheath. Indira pressed her golden body
against the dog's fur and reached underneath him to fondle his prick.

	Now Ling Mai stood up and pressed the dog's nose into her
crotch. Brutus knew what to do, and his long tongue flicked out and
lapped at her cunt. She murmured encouragement to him and he lapped at
her pussy noisily, his head moving this way and that to give him a
better angle to get his tongue into the juicy honeypot he obviously
loved.

	Ling Mai turned around and presented her backside to the dog
and pulled her arsecheeks open. Brutus didn't hesitate, he applied his
long wet nose to her arsehole and licked.

	As Brutus enjoyed the sexy taste sensation of the young Thai
girl, Indira prepared for the next stage at the other end of his body.
She lay on her back and spread her legs so all the men could get a
good look at her slick smooth pre- pubescent cunt and started to lick
and suck the dog's bright red cock.

	Kylie slipped her Daddy's throbbing prick into her well-
spunked arsehole as she watched the dirty show on the floor not five
feet away. Brutus was getting very excited now, and was fucking
Indira's mouth madly as he slobbered away at Ling Mai's crotch.

	As he felt his daughter's slick hole slide down his cock, Don
Wagner wondered at the filthy perverted lives these two young Asian
girls must have led. 'How must they have been treated to be doing all
this without any shame in front of all these men?' he thought.

	All the men were playing with their cocks now and Paul stood
up.

	"That's enough for now. It's time for Brutus to get his reward
for being a good boy." He pulled his arsecheeks apart and guided
Robert's cock into his arsehole as he sat down on his Chauffeur's lap.
Werner bent down and put his mouth over Paul's fat hard cock as the
door opened once more.

	Don watched in horror at his darling Jodie, just approaching
puberty and until yesterday an innocent schoolgirl. But now, naked and
clearly drugged she was led in.

	"Hey! I want to fuck that! I want that cunt sliding down my
cock now!" called out Karl. Paul, near to cumming, panted, "No, she's
a virgin you can wait until I give you the word."

	"She's fucking not a virgin! Not after spending all night with
that bastard downstairs, surely?"

	"She is a fucking virgin I tell you, and you'll have to make
do with your hand on your cock until I tell you. Now shut up and let's
get on with it."

	Indira reluctantly let go of Brutus and guided Jodie to the
centre of the room. Don realised what was going to happen and shouted,
"NO! NOT THAT! She's only a baby. She's still a virgin for Christ's
sake!" Paul was quick to react. "You shut the fuck up! I'll tell you
when you can speak. You just get back to fucking the arse off that
girl of yours and watch as your next daughter gets educated."

	Ling Mai and Indira laid Jodie on the floor on her back and
pulled her legs apart. In her drugged stupor, Jodie offered no
resistance as they stretched her legs wide enough to make her virgin
split gape. Don Wagner, his cock near to bursting in his eldest
daughter's sperm-filled arsehole was looking right into the cunt of
his second daughter.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gangsters (M+f+, ped, compulsion, inc)[5/5]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 16:34:00 GMT

			    The Gangsters
			      Part Five

	As Indira pulled Jodie's cuntlips open, Ling Mai led Brutus's
nose to the new split. He was a little puzzled at first, Jodie
smelling different to the cunts he'd licked before, but he soon got
the message and started to lap away at Jodie's cunt vigorously. Frank,
the dirty pervert who had the job of preparing the girls for their
performance, had spent a happy fifteen minutes rubbing fillet steak in
Jodie's cunt and arse and had stuck a few little bits of liver up her
cunt, being careful not to damage her hymen. Once Brutus got a whiff
of the liver and steak he was licking and sucking away at Jodie just
like he did with Ling Mai and Indira and all the others.

	Jodie was freaking out. She couldn't believe the intensity of
the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't know quite what was happening
in her drugged stupor; all she knew was it felt great and she didn't
want it to stop.

	Ling Mai turned her attention to Brutus' cock, making sure it
was nice and hard and wet for the difficult task it had before it.
Indira squatted over Jodie's face and lowered her cunt for Jodie to
lick. As the young virgin ate her first cunt, Indira held Jodie's cunt
open for the Great Dane to get every trace of meat out.

	Then it was time. They disengaged, much to the disappointment
of the dog, and helped Jodie to her knees. Brutus at last understood
what was happening and tried to mount the 12 year old. Ling Mai and
Indira struggled with him but finally got his cock lined up on Jodie's
vagina and let him go.

	He thrust furiously, slipping freely in Jodie's well-
lubricated split and after a few mis-guided lunges managed to pound at
the membrane that made Jodie a virgin. If he hadn't been such a
powerful animal, he wouldn't have been able to go any further, but
with the urging of his two friends Indira and Ling Mai he broke
Jodie's hymen and his cock burst into her cunt to the hilt. She
bellowed at the pain as her maidenhead tore and at the same instant
Paul Lance bellowed as he shot his cum into his bodyguard's mouth.

	Jodie's pain was quickly followed by pleasure however as
Brutus fucked her madly. His cock slithered excitedly in and out of
her cunt and when the dirty little Ling Mai stuck her finger up the
dog's arsehole, that was all he needed. He licked Jodie's face as his
balls spewed forth their seed into her cunt.

	Again and again the Great Dane's cock spat semen into the
girl's pussy, until it oozed out onto the floor, mixed with her
virginal blood.

	At the same instant, Jodie's father shot his spunk up Kylie's
arsehole, mixing with the large quantity of the other guys' semen that
was already there.

	Brutus, his own satisfaction reached, pulled out of Jodie's
pussy and loped off to the rug by the window to lick his cock clean
and go to sleep.

	"Hey, I want to fuck her now," complained Karl. "Why can't I
have a turn on her?"

	"Because the show's not over yet, there's still one more to
go, then you can do her of you want to."

	Don was afraid to think of what unspeakable things they had in
store for his last daughter. He looked at Jodie wondering how he was
going to explain what had happened, when he saw the fire of lust in
her eyes.

	Kylie saw it too. 'Fuck she's only little, but look what
they've done to her! She's a dirty whore now just like me and those
other two' she thought as she dipped her finger into her cunt and
scooped out a dollop of sperm which she fed to her father.

	At a signal from Paul one of the men went to the door at the
back of the room again and returned wheeling a large trolley with a
big wooden diagonal cross on it. There, bound spreadeagled and naked
was Don's third daughter, the terrified Amy. They wheeled the cross to
the centre of the room, turned it around and started taking off the
wheels so it would stay put during the games to come. For the first
time Amy saw who else was in the room with her.

	The look of horror on her face was complete, as she saw her
father in the easy chair, naked, with his cock buried in the arsehole
of her sister Kylie. Then she saw all the other men in the room too,
also naked and most sporting big erections, and all leering at her
lecherously. Amy struggled, trying to escape her fate, but it was no
good - she was bound just as securely as she had been for all those
hours since Frank had tied her up. He had been coming back every half
hour or so and fingering her cunt and pinching her nipples and showing
her his cock as he masturbated in front of her. At one stage he even
put his mouth on her cunt and licked her! It tickled nicely, but she
thought it was dirty and told him to stop. It didn't do any good
though, he just laughed and spat at her cunt before going back to
licking her.

	Now here she was suddenly in front of all these strangers,
open and vulnerable. At least there were a few familiar faces - there
was Mr Lance and Robert, but that puzzled the young girl too, they
were naked and it looked like Robert was sitting on Mr Lance's lap.
Amy looked in amazement as Robert moved slightly and she saw that Mr
Lance had his stiff cock right up Robert's arse! And Robert seemed to
be enjoying it too.

	Robert called to Indira who bent down and started sucking on
his huge rigid organ. Indira's upraised arse was too much for Tony who
stood behind her and stuffed his prick into her cunt and started
fucking.

	In the middle of all this activity, Paul Lance, his cock up
his bodyguards bum and a cock in each hand, said, "Amy, I'm told you
have been disobedient. I cannot allow disobedience to go unpunished,
so Arie here will administer a dozen strokes of the cane."

	Arie, a powerful man like the others picked up a long bamboo
cane and walked to where the young girl was tied to the big wooden
cross. "This won't take long," he whispered to her, and let her have
it. He hit her on the tops of her legs a couple of times, bringing up
large red welts and making her scream and sob. He lashed her across
her chest,

	striking her flat tits and making her nipples stand up stiff
and inviting. He made sure he didn't hit her twice in the same place,
and the last stroke landed fairly and squarely on her wet tickling
cuntlips. The poor girl didn't understand why but it made her
experience her first orgasm. She screamed loudly and shuddered.

	Amy's father was embarrassed beyond belief - he had got a huge
hard-on after watching his naked daughter beaten and had shot another
load of spunk up Kylie - in her sloppy sperm- filled cunt this time.
Paul told Don Wagner to go and fuck Amy.

	"NO! NO!" Amy protested loudly, and her father's face said the
same thing silently.

	"Fucking well do what you're told Wagner. I'm sick of your
whingeing. You gave me your daughters to save your skin and you're
lucky I'm letting you break her in yourself. Would you rather I let
the boys at her? Or perhaps Brutus?" "No, Mr Lance, not that. I'll do
it. Just give me a little time to get a hard on. I've only just cum."

	"We can't wait for that. Ling Mai, go and suck him up again."
The young Thai expertly had Don's cock hard as a tent pole in a few
moments. Then she went back to being fucked by George while she licked
Tony's arsehole. She would have preferred to suck his cock, but that
was buried in the arsehole of Werner.

	Don stood beside his young daughter, running his hands over
her smooth delicate skin.

	"It's OK Daddy, I know you have to do it. I might like it.
Just be gentle with me," she said lovingly. She saw reluctance in her
father's eyes and wanted to encourage him. She knew that the
alternative would have been too horrible to imagine. What she didn't
realise was the burning lust that was boiling in her father's loins.
He hated himself for it, but there was no mistaking his desire. He
wanted to fuck his daughter badly.

	He stood close to her and touched the head of his cock against
her side, and as he reached for her cunt with his hand, he leant over
to kiss her. It wasn't like any kiss she'd ever had before, not even
the exciting ones from Justin Davidson the other day after school when
she'd let him put his hand up her dress and feel her cunt in return
for doing her maths homework. This was a real KISS, and she felt a
thrill that made her tingle from her toes to her eyebrows.

	He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue worked its way into
her mouth. At the same time his fingers worked their way between her
wet juicy cuntlips and immediately Amy was bitten by the same bug as
her two sisters had been. She was instantly converted into a slutty
whore and couldn't wait for her father to stick his cock into her.

	"Do it, Daddy, do me now. Don't wait, please," she whispered.

	Don moved round between the other legs of the frame that held
Amy spreadeagled. From here he could look straight up into her cunt
and he could see the wetness of her juices as she waited for a cock to
fill her. He saw her cunthole spasm as she clenched and unclenched her
pelvic muscles and he just knew she was going to be as good a fuck as
the rest of her family.

	He pulled her cuntlips as far apart as he could get them and
placed the head of his prick at the entrance to her fuck-channel. He
put his hands on his daughter's shoulders to get leverage and thrust
into her with all his strength.

	In a single stroke, her hymen burst and he was in her. His
cock surged up her split and Amy bit her lip hard, trying not to give
her captors the pleasure of seeing she was in pain. Don paused for a
long while, letting his cock soak in the juices of Amy's young cunt.
He stood motionless feeling her vagina squeezing his organ
deliciously.

	The magic of the moment was broken when he felt some fingers
pulling at his arsecheeks and he looked behind to see Kylie opening
his bum so she could lick him. Then Jodie was at his side, taking his
hand and putting it between her legs.

	Don couldn't take any more of that without reacting, so he
started to fuck. His cock slithered greasily in and out of Amy's
freshly opened cunt and Kylie played with his balls. He hadn't been
fucking for more than a minute before he filled Amy's cunt with the
seed that had given her life in the first place. He collapsed on top
of the young girl as Kylie and Jodie licked their joined genitals.

	When Don pulled out of Amy's wet cunt, the two girls quickly
got in and sucked his sperm out of their sister. They didn't have much
time though, because Paul gave the order for a free-for-all and the
men grabbed all the girls, threw them on their backs on the floor and
took turns fucking them.

	All except for Amy of course, who was still bound immobile on
the cross and was fucked over and over again as the men lined up for a
go up her.

	While the orgy raged, Paul Lance called Don over to the bar.

	"Don," he said, "you really want to get out of this business,
don't you."

	"Well, I don't know... "

	"You don't need to deny it, I know you do. You've wanted to
get out for a long time. Well you know you can never get out. But
you've been very loyal to me, especially over this last episode, so
here's what I'm going to do. Kylie's earned her orgy on the boat,
don't you think? Well you go too. Take Indira and Ling Mai with you,
and a few of the boys and have a good time. Go anywhere in the world
you like and take your time getting back. Then we'll talk about a new
role for you perhaps running a couple of my brothels."

	"Won't you need to have Ling Mai and Indira here with you?"

	"No, I have a consignment of young Philipino girls coming in
in the next few days and I'm going to have fun breaking them in. If
you're going outside the twelve mile limit, you might need to prove
you have the right to use the boat, so here's a document I've prepared
giving you title to it. Don't get all sentimental. I'm not giving her
to you. I want that document back when you return. OK?"

	"Thank you very much, Mr Lance, that's very generous indeed.
Would it be all right with you if the girls and I went home soon,
we've got a lot to do."

	"Yeah, I've got a boring High School board meeting in half an
hour anyway. Hey everyone! Get your cocks out of those cunts and get
dressed. Don here's got to go and he's taking some of you with him."

	Don Wagner not believing his luck, dressed as quickly as he
could and gathered up his girls - he untied Amy, then joined Jodie
Kylie, Indira and Ling Mai in the lift to go down to the underground
car park where the limousine would be waiting. The girls were still
naked and covered in spunk from head to foot but they walked like
women now instead of girls.

	They squeezed into the huge car, touching and feeling each
other indecently and giggling at each other. The limousine slinked up
the ramp out of the office building into the street and headed towards
the Wagner home so they could clean up and pack for their voyage.

	In an hour they had all showered, packed a few clothes and
were on board the enormous ocean-going motor cruiser heading for
Sydney heads.

	As they passed North Head, Don Wagner, feeling like the owner
of the yacht with the title deeds and a half a million dollars in the
ship's safe and another fifty million dollars of Lance's money salted
away in a Swiss bank account, pulled off his speedos and called to
Jodie, "Hey Jodie, come here girl, you're the only one here I haven't
had a chance to fuck, so get your gear off and spread'em!"

	The girls all screeched in excitement and threw off their
bikinis. Jodie lay on her back on the deck, spread her legs and pulled
her cunt lips apart.

	"Here it is, Daddy, come and get it. Fuck me as hard as you
can and then Ling Mai can suck all your spunk out of me."

	Don fell on top of his lovely daughter and speared her with
his prick.

				* * *

	At the very instant Don was fucking Jodie for the first time,
Paul Lance was being sucked off at the bar by Robert the chauffeur. He
reached for the briefcase containing the half-million dollars brought
earlier by Don Wagner. He thought he'd better check it was all there,
just to be on the safe side. He called to Tony to come and get his
dick up his arse. There was nothing he liked better than to fuck while
he was counting money.

	Tony stood behind him jerking on his cock to keep it hard
while Paul pulled his arsecheeks open. Paul felt Tony's cock touch his
sphincter and he relaxed to let the fleshy rod in. Tony pushed his
dick up his Boss until his pubic hair brushed Paul's back, then he
started to fuck.

	As he did so, Robert was sucking on Paul's cock and squeezing
his balls. Paul waited to open the case until he felt his nuts ready
to explode. He was nothing if not fanatical about money. He wanted to
time his orgasm exactly to the time when he first saw all those lovely
banknotes.

	Robert pulled on his own cock as he sucked his Boss's. He came
a little too early and his spunk splattered over Paul's legs. Next was
Tony, who filled Paul's arse with spunk just as Paul himself felt the
sperm rising in his cock to burst into Robert's mouth.

	At that moment he opened the case. As his spunk splattered the
back of Robert's mouth, Paul's brains splattered over the ceiling - or
they would have if the ceiling was still there. The bomb was set to go
off when the lid of case was six inches open. Don knew that Paul would
be looking eagerly at the money, so he wanted him to know he was going
to die before the bomb went off. But as it happened, Paul Lance, the
brutal drug boss was so intent on his orgasm he didn't notice the trip
wire in the lid.

	The police never did establish the cause of the explosion that
ripped apart the penthouse and the top three office floors of the
office block and caused a fire which destroyed another six floors.
They had no idea how many people died in the blast, because there
weren't enough pieces of body to put them all together.

	The papers said that Don Wagner and his three daughters were
killed while attending a meeting of the High School board in the
office below the penthouse. No funeral was held but a memorial service
was held in the cathedral in the centre of the city.

				* * *

	A year later, a huge ocean-going yacht pulled into Cannes. It
aroused little curiosity in the locals because of all the other yachts
there for the film festival. This yacht was different though. On board
were twenty Chinese and Thai girls aged between 12 and 15, plus the
owner and his three daughters, their two maids - a stunning Indian
girl and a gorgeous Thai girl and their two Great Danes.

	For the entire duration of the film festival, the yacht was
host to a wild party by invitation only, and the remarkable part of
the party was the number of giant film stars, movie directors,
politicians, police chiefs and judges that visited the yacht late at
night...

			       The End