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!

To Be Continued