Hired gun Warning extreme pedo.Mg Mb Rape, oral, anal, killing and abuse of children. If such stories offend you read no further. IF the the word nigger or rag head offends you go away now, if not see what a Hired Gun can land in the fight against the Muslim Brotherhood in North Africa. The sun baked the dark green canvas covering the old "Duce and half's" cargo bed. Rat could smell the unwashed bodies of the PNLA solders. The twenty men were the best Rat could muster from the ragtag army of rebels fighting the central government of Chad. Most of them were still in their teens. Life in the field was hard and not many of the would-be warriors would live to see 20. The People's National Liberation Army (PNLA) was funded by Russian Rubles and fueled by hatred of the Muslim tribes of the northern desert. The black men held their AK47s between their legs as the old truck bounced over the rutted two-track road that led to the small village of A'lshene. The only thing of interest in the stinking mud hole to Rat's commander was one Al'Kalif . Al was the number three man in Muslim Brotherhood in Chad. The bastard was visiting his dying father. He had been spotted by a Russian spy satellite orbiting far above the desolate land. The Russian's had sent Ivan Borski Rat's commander, the image via an email on his sat-phone. The text gave the GPS coordinates of the hovel he was seen entering in the small collection of mud brick and tin roofed buildings that made up the village. The Brotherhood commander had six bodyguards traveling with him. They were riding in an old Land Rover liberated from British Petroleum (BP) several years ago when the government Nationalized the oil fields and kicked the infidel whites out of the country back in the 80's. The battered old Rover was parked in front of the largest building in the village. Rat opened his tablet and downloaded the live feed from the Russian Spy bird. He saw the the men were just hanging around a well smoking and talking to some women dressed in their black burka clothing. The dumb bastards did not even have a lookout posted. It was evident the men were not expecting any trouble so deep in Brotherhood controlled land. Rat would make them pay for that oversight, yea in spades. He stood up and banged on the rear window of the truck and yelled at the coon driving it to stop. The truck ground to a halt with squealing brakes and a cloud of choking dust. "Dismount! Form a scrimmage line with ten yards between each man." he yelled at his squad. The men jumped out of the old truck and formed a ragged line stretching about a 100 yards on each side of the road. The PNLA fighters were dressed in dung colored fatigue uniforms made in South Africa. Each man carried a backpack, three canteens of water, white phosphorus grenades, two MRE's (Meals Ready to Eat) that were left over from the first Gulf war and extra magazines for their AK's. Rat had stopped them a mile from the village. The land rose in rutted sun baked red clay dotted with small fields of drought plagued wheat. The village lay in the bottom a bowl formed by the low rolling hills that surrounded it. The dirt road wound down into the small valley through boulders and wind worn rock that would look at home on the barren plains of the moon. A line of wooden polls snaked down along the road carrying power to the village. The 40 or so people that live in the village were all clustered around the big house and the Brotherhood commander. Rat could see them through his hand-held sat-phone linked to the orbiting Russian spy-bird. He gave the command to move out to the village ahead. The men moved forward carrying their weapons at port arms as they picked their way over lose rocks and dried dead grasses. It took the line of fighters about ten minutes to reach the outskirts of the village. There were some clumps of brush and stubby trees on this side of the small collection of mud brick hovels. Rat's men had not been spotted by the Brotherhood bodyguards as they were too busy flirting with the young girls of the village. His fighters broke from the scrimmage line and jogged into the collection of houses and sheds. They took cover behind the buildings and move leap-frogging from structure to structure. The men formed fire-teams of four men advancing two at a time as the other two men provided cover for the attacking men. An old man came out of one of the block buildings and ran into Husain one of Rat's men. The old fool yelled as the black ape fighter thrust his bayonet into his chest. The cry died with the old man as his red blood soaked into the dry ground of the village. A young boy came running out the house with an old battered English .308 Enfield rifle. He was working the bolt on the aged weapon when he was blown back by a long blast of 7.62x39mm copper-jacketed rounds. The slugs ripped through the young boy's body and slammed into the house. The old rifle fell from the dying boy's hands as he collapsed in the dusty street. "Shit! All fire teams attack! The fuckers know that we are here now!" Rat yelled into his headset microphone. He ducked around a building and saw two of the Brotherhood fighters come running toward the sound of gunfire. He put his weapon's red laser sighting dot on their chests and fired three rounds of Extreme Shock 223 Remington 75 grain Fragmenting High Velocity bullets into each of them. The rag heads fell dead. He heard the report of automatic gun fire as his men moved into the center of the village. Some one had tossed a hand grenade and there was a large blast followed by a rising colum of thick black smoke as one of the hovels in the village caught fire. He could hear the screams of women and children as his men swept through the village shooting anyone the moved. "Boss, K team reporting! We are engaging the target at the main house. Four of his guards are down and he has taken several of the villagers as a shield. Over!" Takombo's voice came in over the command net. " Shoot them! We are not here to take the fucker alive." he ordered as an aged woman in a black Burka screamed and knelt to pick up an AK from the dirt. He shot her in the head and a red mist exploded staining the whitewashed wall behind her with bits of her skull and brains. His German made auto-loading assault-rifle kicked against his shoulder as the weapon fired. The smell of cordite and lead filled the hot desert air. The ex-American Army officer saw a young girl come out of the mud brick house. She ran to her fallen grandmother and screamed in hatred an grief as she grabbed the heavy Chinese copy of the Russian AK-47. Rat swung the butt of his heavy black weapon into the side of the child's skull and she collapsed in a heap on top of her dead grandmother. The hired gun used a black nylon cable tie to bind the unconscious young girl's hands behind her back. He pulled her burka off of her head and found that she had long jet black hair and that she was about nine or ten years old. He left her in the street and moved to the now burning main house where his target was held up. Five of his fire teams had taken up positions sounding the cement block building. The men were sending rounds through the wooden shuttered windows and someone had tossed a white phosphorus grenade through the shattered front door. Thick black smoke billowed up into the clear hot sky above the village. A few rounds were coming out of the burning building as the trapped villager's returned fire. The shots were not well aimed and just chewed up the neighboring hovels. Rat was covering a rear door when it burst open and four women were shoved out into the street. They held their hands in the air and screamed as they ran from the smoking doorway. The officer shot them as they ran. Three of the fell in a heap just outside the doorway. The forth one made it a few more feet before she fell to her knees holding the gaping wound in her side. She called out to Allah to save her. The only help she received was a second round of of Extreme Shock 223 Remington 75 Grain Fragmenting High Velocity ammo from Rat's Heckler & Koch G3 rifle to her head. He felt the round fired from the doorway rip past his head and send shards of mud brick stinging into the back of his neck. He moved his rifle to Al'Kalif's running body and snapped off three quick shots. Two of the rounds struck the man and he flung his AK-47 into the air as he fell into the dusty street. Rat walked over to the wounded man who was clutching his side where he was hit. "Who the fuck are you?" Al'Kalif coughed as red blood bubbled up from his ruptured left lung. " I am the fucker that is going to send your ass to Allah." Rat said as he pulled the trigger on his black weapon and felt the recoil as the rifle kicked in his hands. The sand-nigger's head exploded as the bullets struck home. He put his weapon on safe and slung it over his shoulder as he knelt by the dead Brotherhood terrorist. He used his smart phone to upload a video of the body as he used his knife to cut off the man's thumb and index finger for positive identification and DNA testing. Rat's boss's would want to make sure the terrorist was truly dead. There were scattered shots and screams as his men went house to house insuring that no one was left alive after the raid. Each of his twenty men chose a toy for some enjoyment at their camp this evening. Two old women were tied back to back as Takombo pulled out his foot long thick cock and smacked one of the terrified women's face. "Look at it bitch! Yo going to take it up yo ass for sure!" he screamed as he then let down a long stream of hot piss into her face. The other fighters in the PNLA raid laughed at the old hag. Jamall Rat's second in command had a young boy hog tied and nude near the back of the truck that had been brought up to the village once the town had been taken. The men looted the small village before each building was set to the torch. The cries of the captives filled the air as they were loaded into the Duce and a half. One of his men had found a newer Land Rover hidden in a tin roofed shed. Rat had his driver, Comoo top off its fuel tanks and check the motor. He made sure that there were no tracking devices hidden on the English built vehicle. The mechanic found a GPS chip attached to motor's computer brain. He pulled the small chip and smashed it with a monkey wrench. The Rover was worth over 79K in North Africa and as leader of the raid Rat would get his cut from his PNLA employers. The young girl that Rat had knocked out lay in the back of the Rover. She had come too and was sobbing as she knew that rape and death awaited her in the coming night. She wished that she had been shot like her grandmother. Ranail prayed to Allah for death or the opportunity kill the foreign infidel. One of the black apes had stripped her and ran his hands over her young tender body as she screamed. The other apes just laughed and made obscene comments that involved the child and a male camel. The two vehicles moved out of the burning village and headed south to their base camp in the rough hills of the desert some 150 miles south. Black oily smoke rose from the ruined village in the the clear desert sky. The rising smoke colum was seen some 50 miles away in the nearest Brotherhood controlled village and a squad of fighters were check out the smoke. The Brotherhood fighters that came to investigate the raid would find the charred bodies of Al'Kalif and his bodyguards along with seven old men, five young boys, twenty old women, and only two young girls. All of the buildings had been burnt to the ground and anything of value had been taken. Some of the Brotherhood fighters had came from the village and knew that some of the villagers were missing and assumed to have been take south with the PNLA rebels. Rat wanted to rape the child on the way back to camp but he did not want to take off his body armor as his small convoy could be attacked by air if the Brotherhood command got their heads out of their ass long enough to launch an air raid with their small but deadly Air Force. They were not prone to using their air force as the UN had instated an NO FLY zone that covered all of Chad. The US lead Coalition Air Force jets had the nasty habit of shooting down anything the Brotherhood sent into the sky. However Rat did not want to bet his ass that the Sand Niggers would not sneak out an old Russian attack chopper low under the radar to blast his men to smoking junk. He had seen how effective the Russian choppers were when he was attached to the CIA back in the early days of the war in Afghanistan back in the 80's when he was a young Second Lieutenant. The Soviet attack Mi-24 (NATO code name: Hind) had a 23 mm auto-loading cannon under its nose. The big gun shredded the light unarmored vehicles with just a short burst of the exploding shells. They also carried six AT-6 laser-guided anti-tank missiles that would blast a fucking M1 Abrams combat tank into a flaming pile of junk from three miles away. The small convoy was able to make only about 25 miles an hour due to the poor condition of the so call roadway. The sun had set by the time the fighters got to their base camp. Several of the prisoners had not survived the slow trip to the camp. The men tossed their used up bodies into a burn pit with the rest of the garbage. Rat made his report up the chain of command and sent the thumb and finger of the dead Brotherhood commander off in a small foam cooler to PNLA headquarters some 40 miles further south. He heard the screams of the villagers as his men raped and tortured them. "Hell, I have waited long enough, time to get that little cunt open and bleeding." Rat said to his top NCO Jamall. " Sure, Boss yo did good today, we kill that sand nigger and we get some ass and pussy to fuck over, plus all the junk we stole from them. I going to use my little boy toy here real good. the tall jet black man said as he reached down and pulled the shaking young boy off of his long thick throbbing cock. The boy's mouth was a bloody mess as the big nigger had used a pair of pliers to yank all of the boy's rotten teeth out of his mouth. He did not want the little fucker to bite his cock. "Yea, ram that cock up his ass! If you do not kill him with your stiff cock, I may want some sloppy thirds or twentieths." Rat said as he tossed his report into a wire basket where it would be sent up the chain sooner or later. The child could not feel her hands anymore as the plastic thing the nigger had put on her after he cut her free and then stripped her at the village had cut off any feeling. She thought the the big coon would stick his filthy man thing in her as she had seen the other apes do to the other villagers they had taken alive. She thought that the dead ones were lucky. The girl thought of running out of the camp but she was nude and barefoot and far from home. A home that was no more as she had seen the horrid PNLA men burn it down. She knew that she was alone and that her mother, and the rest of her family were now dead. She looked around for something that she could use to kill herself but she was tied to a steel stake driven deep into the hard packed red clay of the camp. The chain locked around her foot would not come off no mater how hard she yanked on it. All that got her was a wound around her ankle as she dug the steel into her flesh. Ranail tried not to look as the other women were raped along with some of her childhood friends. Little Deanna who was only six years old was raped by three of the big niggers. The screams of the young girl grew weaker as more men used her tiny body. After what seemed to be hours the men stopped only when Deanna lay still even when they hit or kicked her. She had died sometime during the rape. One the apes just laughed and bent the dead girl over a rock and fucked her up her dead ass. The child screamed when the white devil came for her. He was nude and his man cock was stiff and looked huge to the terrified young girl. The beast just laughed as he unlocked her chain and grabbed her by her long black hair. He drug her through the dirt to a small building she scrambled to her feet and tried to hit the monster with her fist. Her small hands just bounced off his hard body. The man opened the door and pushed her inside. It was cold in the small room as an air conditioner unit in a window was running at full blast. The child had never been in such a cold room before. She hugged her arms around her chest and covered her tiny pussy with her hands and shook with fear and the strange coldness. She saw the man lock the door and then he went to a small kitchen and got a can of beer from a white box. He had a can of Coke in his other hand. "What is your name?" he asked in Arabic as he sat at a small table and opened the Coke. " Ranail, you white devil! I want to go home now!" she cried as she looked around the room for something she could use as a weapon to hurt the beast. "Ranail, you know that is not going to happen. I am going to do what ever I want to you. I can hurt you very bad or I can make you feel nice. You must be thirsty and hungry for you haven't been given anything yet. Now come over here and sit next to me and drink this soda." the man said to her. She had been so terrified that she had not noticed how thirsty and hungry she was. Her mouth was dry and she knew how sweet the Coke was. She had tasted one last year on her birthday. Al'Kalif had brought a case of the red cans to her party. All of the other children in the village looked up to her for getting such an honor from the powerful man. "Why is it so cold in here?" Ranail asked as she moved to the chair the man pointed to and sat in it. " It is the white devil magic. I will turn it down a bit." he laughed as he handed her the can. The child took a sip and then up-ended the Coke and drained it. " I am hungry. I am going to fix some eggs and bacon. Here put this on for I can't have my little desert flower freezing." the man said as he got a white thick robe from a hook on a door by the bathroom. The child took the robe and put it on. The thick terry cloth robe had a hood which the young Muslim girl used to cover her head. She pulled the way too large robe close to her body. Her dark chocolate colored eyes followed Rat as he finished his beer and then got out the eggs and bacon. He lit the propane stove and put a cast iron skillet on the burner. He put six slices of thick hickory smoked bacon in the hot skillet and it began to pop and sizzle. The frying pork soon filled the small hut with scent of crisp bacon. Rat took an onion from a mesh bag hanging near the stove and quickly peeled and diced the white flesh and added it to the hot fat in the skillet. He pulled the crisp bacon out and put it on a paper towel to drain some of the excess fat off.. He cracked five eggs into a glass bowel and added some dried herbs and sea salt. He whipped the eggs and then pored them into the skillet. The eggs quickly cooked and he turned them over and took a handful of shredded cheddar cheese and some dried tomatoes and tossed them on top. He turned the omelet out onto a chipped old plate. He laid the crisp bacon on the omelet. Rat got a jug of orange juice from the frig and put it on the table with the food and two glasses. He got out a small plate for the girl and put about a third of the omelet and two strips of bacon on her plate. There were forks, spoons, and knives in a wire basket sitting on the table. He got her a fork and sat it next to her plate. Ranail looked at the thin meat and wondered what kind of animal it came from. She knew that the infidels ate pork the forbidden meat however it smelled very good and she had not eaten since early this morning. She said a prayer over the food and hoped that if it were pork that Allah would forgive her. She tasted the bacon and decided that it tasted good. She ate the eggs quickly for she did not know when she would be fed again. Her mother had told her to eat when you can for in the desert one never knew when the next meal might be. She thought that the man was a good cook which was very odd to her for only women cooked in her village. She wondered if he was one of those girl-men that she had heard of. Rat watched the child eat as he finished his food. He poured her a glass of OJ and sat it next to her plate. She took the glass and quickly emptied it. Her long black hair was tangled and dusty from the long slow trip to camp and she had a bit of stink about her. He could smell her body oder from fear and sweat. He was sure that he was quite ripe himself. "Thank you for the food." the child said as she sat now clutching the robe to her body. "Ranail you are welcome. Did you like it?" he asked with a smile as he picked up the dishes and put them in a small sink. "Yes, it was good. I have never tasted meat like that. What was it?" she asked as she watched the man do more women's work. How strange she thought. "It is water buffalo. I get it from way down south in Uganda from a friend there." he lied as he quickly washed the dishes in the sink. "What are you going to do with me?" the child asked as she looked at the strange man. "Well now that depends on how you act. You now belong to me. You are a trophy of war and as such I can do whatever I want to you. You have seen how the others from your village were treated. I can do that to you and let my men do bad things to you until you die. However that is not what I want to happen. I am going to have sex with you for you are a lovely bit of chestnut flesh and so young and tender. You are large enough that it will not hurt you too much to have sex with me. I have had much younger little girls before and they survived my use of them. You are about what nine years old?" he asked as he sat down next to the child. "I will be ten next month." she answered as she struggled to take all that had happened to her in such a short period of time. "Even better, I am sure that my sex with you will not harm you. So Ranail it is up to you. Do as I order and I will not hurt you or let any of my men do bad things to you. Disobey me I will let the niggers fuck you up. Now we stink and I do not want to climb in bed with a dirty little pig so we will take a shower now." he said as he stood up towering over her small body. " Allah akbar, It is Allah's will that I am here and you are my master so I will do as you order sir." the child said giving herself over to the hands of Allah. Her mother had said that she was a piratical child and wise beyond her years. "Good. That is very good to hear. Now come with me and get cleaned up." he said as he led her by her hand to the small bathroom in his hut. Rat pulled the robe off of the child and sat down on the small tub. He drank in the sight of her body. She stood with her hands down by her side hiding nothing from him. Her face was oval with full dark red lips and an upturned nose. Her pricing eyes were clear and a rich dark brown. Her hair was long and raven. It hung to down to her butt. Her chest was flat with small bumps of her budding breast. The nipples on her chest looked like Hershey's kisses puffy and the same rich dark color as the candy. Her abdomen was flat and rock hard from the work she did at home in her village. The child's hips flared out wide and melted to her long slender legs. Rat looked at her mound between her legs and saw that she had a dusting of soft dark hair just beginning to develop. The folds of her vulva had not popped out so her cunt looked just like a babies. He turned on the water and adjusted it so it was hot but not too uncomfortable. He got in the tub and let the water wash off the dust and grime of battle from his body. He took her hand and she got in the tub with him. She flinched when he toucher her body but she said nothing lowering her head and sobbing as he ran his hands over her nude form. She let the hot water wash away her tears as the beast fondled her body. His hands were not rough as she thought they might be. He was not rough with her. For that she thanked Allah as he took some kind of goo and put it on her hair. The stuff foamed up and soon she was covered in a sweet smelling lather. He washed her hair just as her mother had done. He used a cloth to clean her body touching every inch of her skin. She flinched again when he ran his hand over her sex. She felt him spread her lips down there and rub her slit. She took in a gasp of air for no man had ever toucher her there. Ranail felt his man root swell and grow large as it had been when he first stood over her nude. She had seen oxen do it and camels also so she knew that his root went in her slit and that it would stretch to take the massive thing in it. Her mother had told her about sex with men. Mostly she said you endured and let them do it and it was over soon. Some of the older girls in the village had told her how to rub herself down there and make it feel real good. He rinsed her off and then shut off the water. She stood there shaking with fear and some longing as he had touched her down there and made it moist like it got when she pleasured herself at night in bed. Rat dried her off with a towel and let her put the robe back on. He dried off and led her back to his small bedroom. He took his Hi-Power - Browning, FN 9mm auto pistol and put it in a chest and locked it. He turned to her and told her to take off the robe and get on the bed. The child let out a short sob and then let the robe fall to the floor and then she climbed into the bed and lay on her back with her hands by her side. He looked down at the little girl laying in his bed. Rat got in the bed and put his legs inside of her legs. He reached down and lifted her legs apart and settled his face between her legs as he moved down and kissed her slit. She let out a moan as he pushed his tongue against the folds of her vagina. He lifted her wonderful tight ass in his hands to get a better angle to eat her pussy out. He worked the tip of his tongue into her outer passage and found that her cunt was getting moist as her body got ready for sex. He drank in her flavor and then moved up to work over her clitoris. The child let her hands grab his head as he stroked her clit. He pushed his face against her body and drove the young girl over the edge as her body arched and she cried out in joy and fear. He began to hum and stroke her pussy harder and longer as she arched again and shot out a stream of lube from her cunt. She was bucking now with each touch of his tongue to her swollen cit and wet pussy. He made her cum over and over again. She was yelling now as the joy racked her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her on to yet another orgasm. Rat drank up her juice and then pulled off her hot little pussy. She was trashing in a body crunching orgasm. He let her come down as she lay wet with sweat and love juice. "Allah what have you done to me! Oh Allah it feels so good. Hold me master! I need your touch!" the child cried as she threw herself into Rat's arms. "I guess that was good foreplay then." he said as he moved to suckle on her now stiff nipples. She cried out again as he worked her small tits. She grabbed his short hair and pulled him down on her chest. She was a wild thing wanting more of this lust that drove her wild. She screamed out as his fingers found her slit and fondled her and worked their way inside of her body. She did not even feel her hymen tare as he pushed his finger all the way inside of her pussy. The child clamped her legs against his invading finger and started to fuck his hand thrusting her hips up to meet his probing finger. He found her mouth and kissed her. She was so far gone that she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and grabbed his body in her arms. Her hand found his cock and she pulled it toward her pussy. She opened her legs wide and felt the thick cock head stretch her lips. She was so much in lust that she just shoved her hips to him and forced his cock deep in her woman's well. She let out a scream as he took what she now willingly gave. Ranail felt him stretch her body and then move in and out of her tight passage like a couple of animals. His fucking drove her to another round of orgasms. Rat felt her vice like velvet cunt clamp down on his cock as he fucked her. He tried to stave off his orgasm but he felt his nuts draw up and he got that wonderful feeling in his prostrate as his body got ready to dump a load of cum in her pussy. He shot several hot ropes of cum deep in her small body. His cock came out pink with her blood mixing with his and her cum. The child lay back panting and still moaning out her sheer joy. The officer pulled the child into his arms and did what most men do after they have great sex, he went to sleep. She felt the man relax his body and she heard his breathing slow and soon he was softly snoring. Ranail thought of wiggling out of his arms and trying to escape but she knew that would only end in her death either at the hands of the black apes or the harsh land of the North African desert. So far he had not been that bad to her. She was used to constant tribal war with killings and reprisals an eye for an eye. The child knew that she would have been given to some old man as a wife soon anyhow. That man would never have half of what this man had here. Besides he had a nice size cock and knew how to use it. She took his hand and put it in her crotch so the first thing he felt when he awoke would be her cunt. Maybe he would fuck her again. She knew that she sure could get to enjoy it. She had never heard her mother express any joy in having sex with her father when he was alive. Rat felt the child's wet pussy against his hand. He put his mouth to her ear and nibbled on its lobe. He made soft grunting sounds and murmured sexual words as he fondled her somewhat sore pussy. She responded and turned her face to kiss her new man. He fondled her nipples and she moaned her pleasure. He took her from the rear sliding his cock into her slit as he moved in and out of her clinging passage. There would be time to use her other holes soon enough. For the time being he would make due with her wondrous little pussy. He put his hand over her crotch and could feel his cock moving inside her body. He flicked her clit and she jerked as she came again. He fucked her longer this time and soon she was crying out in joy and lust. He filled her pussy with his cum again and then pulled out and lay back on the bed. He told her to climb on his face so he could suck her wet cunt dry and eat his and her mixed body fluids. She rode his mouth like a bucking horse and soon she was cumming again and again. He moved her up a bit and worked her brown rosebud anus. The child arched her back as the man licked her butt hole. She had no idea that her hole was so tender and responded to his hot wet tongue. Ranian looked down at her lover and saw that his cock was getting big again. She wondered what it would taste like so she moved around an bent to take his organ in her small hands. The child bent to his hips and looked at the now stiff rod in her hands. She could feel his heart beat a blood surged through its veins. It was hot to her touch and the wide dark pink head had a long slit in it. A clear sticky mess was seeping out of it. She thought that it was what her mother call a man's seed that made babies. Ranian wondered if a baby would grow in her tummy if she swallowed his seed. It did not see right as the older girls in the village had told her a man had to put his junk in a girl's box to make a baby, but then they were just girls like her. The thought of having a baby with her new man did not seem to be a bad thing maybe he would love her if she gave him a strong son, therefor she opened her mouth and let the wide head of is cock enter her mouth. It did not have much of a taste maybe a little bitter or salty but it was not that bad and he sure seemed to enjoy the fact that she had his cock in her mouth. She did not get much of the thick cock in her mouth before she felt him grab her head and hold her over his cock. " Oh hell yes baby suck my cock! That is a good little girl here comes something for you to swallow!" Rat called as he let his cum shoot into his little girl sex toy. She tasted his man milk and sucked it milking every last drop from his thick penis. He let go of her head and rubbed her back and hugged her small body to him. She sat back and let him continue to eat her crotch and ass. The child started fucking his face grinding her cunt into his mouth. She felt the need to pee and cried out that she had to go. She thought that he would let up so she could go pee in the bathroom but he held her pushed against her tummy until she let her hot pee trickle out into his mouth. She felt so nasty to piss in is mouth but he drank all she had in her bladder. When she was done she pulled off of him and threw herself into his arms. He hugged her and she could taste her own urine on his lips. The man held her and kissed her on her face and neck working his way to her tender nipples and then down her tummy and once again between her legs. She lay back and bucked as he sent over the cliff of sexual satisfaction. The child lay exhausted in his arms her pussy was sore and she felt like she had been in a fight. He was touching her and kissing her neck as she slipped into a pleasant sleep. She felt that she was alone in the bed and looked around in fear not knowing what had happened. She sat up and saw that the man, she did not know what his name was, not that it mattered that much, was cooking something that smelled wonderful. She looked out the window and saw that the sun had set long ago. "So she is awake! How do you feel my little desert mink?" he said as he tended a pot that was cooking what smelled like chicken. " I feel a bit sore down here but not too bad. What do you want me to call you master?" the child asked as she got out of bed and ran to his side giving him a hug. " My name is Rathbone Williams the third, but most just call me Rat. The name got pinned on me when I was fighting in the mountains of Afghanistan many year before you were even born darling. I had the knack of finding the Taliban hiding in their caves. So just call me Rat. The chicken is almost done I made some dumplings with carrots and onions. There are some clothes in that footlocker at the end of the bed. Find something that you like and put it on dear." he said as he kissed her forehead. The child went to the locker and opened it. She found colorful tops and frilly skirts. She picked out a red and yellow cotton top that showed off her budding breast and a pair of silk panties that were ever so skimpy and a bright red layered skirt that came about half way above her knees. She pulled the clothing on and spun around letting the skirt fly up and show off her red panties. " Do you like this Rat?" she asked as she danced for him. " Yes darling you look good enough to eat! But that is for latter now lets eat this chicken then I have to check out the camp. You stay inside for I do not want to have to shoot one of my niggers when they see how sexy you look Ranian." he ordered as he used a large spoon to serve up their meal. She went to the open cupboard and got out two plates and handed them to her man. They ate the food and managed not to jump back in the sack and fuck again. Rat got dressed in his war clothes and unlocked the chest holding his Browning High Power 9 mm pistol. She helped him put on his brown boots and kissed him as he went out the door and locked it. "Hay Boss we hear some good fucking sounds from yo hut. Is the bitch still alive? Yo got a message from HQ, it just come in. It say good job on the raid and they want to see yo by 0800 tomorrow. I had Tokaw check out the Rover we got and he say it good to go. Yo want Comoo to drive yo?" his top NCO asked. "Yea the child is alive and kicking. She fucks like a mink. I think I will keep her around a bit. Tell the lads hands off for sure. Like I will drop the motherfucker that even looks at her. Got it? I will drive the Rover myself and take the kid with me. Get some men out on patrol. The fuckers up north are not going to be happy with our little raid. So keep a sharp eye and have the teck nigger keep his eyes on the down link from our Russian friends." Rat said as he checked his watch it was 2210 hrs. It was a good hour plus drive to HQ so he planed to leave the camp by 0600. His contract was nearly up with the PNLA and now that he had Ranian he was going to cash out and get the fuck out of Africa for good. He had several houses around the world and quite a nice nest egg put back. He was 55 and had been shot, stabbed, and shot out the air four times so it was past time for him to get out of the game. He made the rounds and checked out the camp. He found some of his men still fucking their new toys. He could hear the screams of a young boy as a big nigger fucked him up the ass. Rat went back to his hut and unlocked the door. She was there for him laying nude in his bed. He hung up his gear and put his handgun under his pillow. They made love for about two hours and then went to sleep. His internal alarm clock went off and he look at his Rolex and saw that it was 0530. He pissed and quickly got dress he let the girl sleep a few more minutes as he tossed in the few items he did not want to leave behind for the next guy to heard these jungle monkeys. He woke her up and told her to get dressed he had packed all of the clothing that he thought would fit her. They could go shopping in Capetown while they were waiting for a guy he knew to make up some good papers for his new adopted daughter. It would set him back about 10K just about what a legit adoption would have cost. He got his stash of passports and ID's and about 200K in Euros. He tossed the bags in the Rover and put the camp in his rear view mirror. She sat next to him as they drove through the early morning to the PNLA HQ. They went through three check points along the road that got better the closer he got to the small town. He parked the Rover in the motorpool and had one of the grease monkeys top it off and put some extra 5 gallon fuel tanks in the holders on the rear bumper. Rat took Ranian with him and told her to keep close to him and keep her mouth shut. He met his commander and gave him the report on the raid and handed in his papers ending his employment with the PNLA. The Colonel was not happy to lose Rat but he knew that forcing him was not a good idea. The officer told Rat that he would forfeit his last pay out for not giving them notice. Rat told him what he could do with the cash. Though he did not think that much cash would fit up someone's ass. He spent an hour filling out some paper work and then he and Ranian drove out of the compound and headed towards Nigeria and the airport at Maiduguri. He sold the Rover to a taxi driver for 26K in Eruos and they flew to Capetown South Africa. They stayed at the Hilton off of St. Stephens Road until his contact came up with the papers for his newly adopted daughter Rowan. He spent a few thousand Euros on her clothing and other needful girl things, however they spent most of the time in bed fucking and eating room service and drinking wine and Coke. "Welcome to South African Airways flight 4565 nonstop from Capetown to Melbourne. Our flight will take 13hours and 21 minutes. Please have your custom forms filled out as it will make your stay in Australia much more enjoyable. If there is anything that I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask." the blond stew said as she smile her plastic smile as the 747 Jumbo jet taxied away from the terminal. "Good morning sir, how was your stay in South Africa?" another stew asked as she came to check on the first class passengers. "It was very good. I picked up my daughter here. I adopted her and we are going to our new home in Melbourne." Rat said as he watched the jet roll down the runway and out of Africa. "Oh how wonderful, you are a lucky little girl." she said touching her long black hair. " I am sorry Rowan does not speak English yet. But thank you for the complement. Could you get us a blanket she is a bit cold." He asked as he looked forward to finger fucking her on the flight. The jumbo jet climbed to 49,000 feet and headed east over the Indian Ocean. The stew brought a light blue blanket and helped cover the passengers up as the cabin light dimmed and an in flight movie started. Rowan spread her legs and welcomed Rat's fingers as he fondled her body. It was going to be a very nice flight. This story is fiction. Try any of the things in this story and you will end up in prison or dead. Feedback can be sent to wordweaver69@gmail.com.