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 Subject: TETMD - C16, Downward Spiral Part IV - Sabrina

   Summary: Out story continues as Micky executes a multistate abduction
plan that nets ten delectable girls for the market.  As a side effort, one
extra treasure is taken for his own pleasure and eventual inclusion in
Jason's new side venture.  Why would anyone dispose of Sabrina?

   Story Codes: Mg, 1st, molest, solo, rape, light B/D, abduction, voy, MF
rape
Author: Micky Dolan <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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   Florida Year 2: Downward Spiral - Part IV

   Back to Work

   I was feeling pretty good.  I took another day and mentally arranged my
next couple of weeks.  Florida still felt too "hot" for me.  I called up
some research I had conducted the past year and began to map my targets.

   One day, a year ago, Shae had shared with me a website populated by
middle school cheerleaders from across the Southeast.  I contacted the
nerds who worked with us and they hacked the sight providing me with
administrator privileges.  We then loaded a contaminated link to the sight
and when one of the girls clicked on it, a virus quietly installed itself
on her computer.  From this, I built a solid database of preteen
cheerleaders in the region.  I selected forty potential targets in seven
states.  I activated the viruses and monitored their computers for a period
of two days to finalize my action plan.  I felt very good about eleven of
the girls and focused my attention on them.

   I would start my work by following the gulf coast with one target in
Mississippi, and two in Louisiana.  I contacted a colleague in Texas who
agreed to take possession of those three girls for transport.  I would then
travel north for another Louisiana target, then east through Mississippi
and Alabama for two more in each state.  My run would finish in Georgia
where two sweet peaches were just waiting to be plucked.  Jason agreed to
coordinate all the pickups for that part of the circuit.

   That left just one girl, and she was for me.  Jason agreed to take her
even though she would be "damaged" goods after I had my way, but I assured
him she would be very profitable for him.  He told me he already had a
domestic customer up in the oilfields of North Dakota with lots of men who
needed servicing.

   I was pleased with how I set this last one up.  The nerd guys supplied
me with messages written by a young pedophile to a girl he eventually
convinced to run away with him.  I edited the communications and they
loaded it and a special program into my girl's computer.  Once activated,
it would appear that she had voluntarily ran away with a nineteen year-old
scumbag named Peter.  They also arranged to completely erase the website
from existence, which would remove any record of the targets' association.

   I drove back down to the house and checked in on Mrs.  D; everything at
home was just fine.  She told me she was taking a class at the local Junior
College.  I genuinely expressed my happiness at the news.  I then met with
Jack.  He was glad I was back to work but not too happy that I would be so
active out of state.  He seemed to understand when I explained that we
needed to let things cool down a bit in Florida but he was still unhappy.
Well, fuck him; it was my ass on the line.  Regardless, Jack slipped me all
the pills and coke I would need for a month on the road.  He also told me
that in a couple of weeks he would have some new items for me that would
work better than anything I had experienced before.  It never occurred to
me that just two weeks prior I had promised Myra I would get clean.

   I organized everything I needed, and headed north.  I spent one night at
the retreat.  I hit the store for supplies and set up the guest room in
anticipation of my soon-to-arrive "guest." I double-checked on my targets,
and then I was on the road.  In Mississippi, Kathy, a cute shorthaired
blonde, was taken and dropped off in two hours time.  I continued on to
Louisiana and got some sleep.  That night I targeted Joanne, but events at
her neighbor's house caused me to cancel and head an hour away to Cheryl's
doublewide.  Cheryl was unusually cute, skinny, and weirdly attractive. 
Someone with the right eye would treasure this little beauty.  I felt bad
about putting down her family's pit bull, but he stayed outside and had to
be neutralized.  Cheryl was delivered that night.  The next night Joanne
met the same fate.  Joanne was a tiny girl of Italian descent.  Her looks
knew no boundaries and, because of that, she would bring a big payoff on
the market.

   I took two days to rest before heading north.  Of all the places I work,
I probably like northern Louisiana the best.  It also offers some of the
prettiest little girls in the country.  Here, a classic southern beauty
with long curly blonde hair named Charlotte was taken from her four poster
bed and sent into the market.  Since I had used the gas, and she was so
pretty, I couldn't help myself; I played with her little pussy and finger
fucked her for a while when she was in her bed.

   The next night in Mississippi I again used the gas at Jennifer's house,
and two hours later decided to go old-fashioned at Bridget's house.  I
broke in, stealthily made my way to her room and had her bound and gagged
before she knew what was happening.  She kicked and jerked around when I
tried to pick her up.  She finally settled down after I whispered a few
instructions to her and zapped her with the stun gun.  I carried her right
out the front door and down the street to the Jeep.  She joined the
sleeping Jennifer under the back seat.  I drove to the safe house in
Alabama where Jason waited with two couriers.  The girls were handed off
and we sat and talked for a while.

   "On quite a tear, aren't you?"

   "I've never felt better, Jason!  It's one of those times where I can see
and anticipate everything; everything is falling perfectly in place."

   "Don't you think this much action will raise some alarms."

   "Jason, they'll get all worked up for a month or so and then it'll just
die back down; just like with all the others."

   "OK, finish this run; but, take a break.  Then we have to meet.  I'll
explain more later, but I think you'll need to contemplate your specific
line of work."

   That caught my attention!  "What do you mean?"

   "I guess now is as good a time as any.  From what I've been able to pick
up, we're going to start becoming much more selective and specific
regarding procurement.  Not as many targets, but rather, targets of a much
higher quality."

   "That sounds a lot riskier.  Shit, I have to drop about seventy-five
percent of my leads because of impracticality.  Are you saying it'll be
target-specific from now on?"

   "Exactly, either you get the target, or you're out ...  and I mean out!"

   "Shit!"

   "Two more things; we're running these schools now.  I think we're
actually creating something like a farm system; training our own
merchandise from poor, runaway, throw-away girls."

   "Well that kind of makes sense; I think I could run a school."

   "No man, it's all above board; only the highest quality educators.  It's
not just the poor girls.  As part of an exclusive school, there are
"charity" cases.  It's these charity girls who are being trained.  Then
second, I heard rumors that we're actually going to start breeding our own
girls!"

   "Fuck, man!  That's like Nazi shit!  I don't know about that!"

   "Relax, it doesn't involve us."

   "How do we know?  Maybe one the girls I'm picking up will become a
breeder!  Then we're involved, shit!  I know this is a fucked up, amoral
business, but do we have lines that can't be crossed?  How far can we sink?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

   "You want out?  I don't know if anyone can leave alive.  It's kind of
like you sign on for a life sentence when you join this crew."

   "More like a death sentence."

   We sat in silence for a while, sipping our drinks and contemplating our
life choices.

   "Nick, I know you've been going hard with the drugs and drink.  Are you
trying to create your own exit?"

   "I don't think so ...  I mean maybe I am ...  I've thought about it.  I
need it to sleep and wake up."

   "Hmmmmmm ...  I noticed there are no boys in your current string?  You
doing OK after the incident?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine, but from now on, no boys, no more boys; never again ...
I think I've put that behind me.  Myra helped a lot."

   "She likes you man.  I can hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes.
I think you can totally trust her."

   "And you?"

   "It's not easy to have trust around here.  Let me put it this way ...  I
would put my life in your hands, I trust you completely ...  100% ...  I
think I feel that way about Myra as well.  You and me, man, we need to have
each other's backs, no hesitations."

   I knew what he was saying.  If either of us got an order to eliminate
the other, we would ignore it.  Such an agreement would mean we'd both be
dead or living life bigger than ever before.  Jason was asking a lot of me.
If I was going to trust anyone, Jason seemed to be the best candidate.  I
wasn't sure about Myra, but she had been there for me and never steered me
wrong.  My base instincts were to not trust anyone and only look out for
myself ...  things had changed though ...  I realized I had to change and
made my decision.

   "I'm with you, man.  Jason, we need to make sure Myra is with us no
matter what.  Without her, we're nowhere."

   "She'll be around in the next week or so, we'll try and have a casual
sit down ...  you know we can't just come out and say what we think.  We
have to wait for her to come around to us."

   We sat in silence for a while longer.  I asked, "How's Maria doing?"

   "The girl has become very important and special to me.  I have her in a
private boarding school right now.  She's gotten to me in a way no one else
ever has."

   "I know what you mean, she's very special.  You need to take care of
her. She would be easy to fall in love with, don't mess her up."

   We sat in silence for a while longer.  With a grin, Jason asked, "You've
scheduled ten girls for pickups, but you've got eleven stops on your
schedule.  What's going on there?  Who is number eleven?  She is going to
be mine at some point, right?"

   "Sabrina, man, Sabrina"

   "Taking her to your cabin?"

   "Shit, are there no secrets?"

   "Man, someone needs to look out for your ass!"

   "You put a tracker on Maria, right?"

   "I'm the only one who knows and I'm not saying a word to anyone.  Tell
me more about Sabrina."

   "She is cute as anything!  Actually, she's fucking angelic beautiful! 
Long, flowing, blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and an amazingly hot body for
a twelve-year-old.  She's fit and gymnastic-strong; while still soft, with
all the right curves.  A perfect round butt!  I'm not much of an ass man,
but this one is heavenly.  I want her for myself for a couple of days or
so. Then she heads to you and North Dakota I guess."

   "After listening to you I might have to reconsider sending her there;
maybe there would be some action on the market for her."

   "You're running your own market?"

   "Sort of, some big clients have made special orders and I've been able
to fill them without too much trouble.  I've been thinking of expanding. 
You could probably add a hundred grand or two yearly if you were to come in
with me.  Some of these clients are happy with just videos or live feeds.
So let's say you put on a show with this Sabrina, you could clear around
twenty grand just through guys watching.  Videos could bring in another ten
grand.  If we auctioned her to the group?  Hell, another fifty or sixty
grand right there."

   "I don't have the time right now but I am more than interested.  I've
accumulated a lot of videos over the years of all different types.  Maybe
there would be some interest there?"

   "Send some samples to me, and I'll let you know.  The only problem I
might have with this idea is the Big Man on the West Coast.  I may have
already gone too far, but I think I'm still OK."

   "I've met him."

   "You've what ...?!"

   "About a year ago ...  his business interests crossed into my personal
interests and we crossed paths.  He is a scary motherfucker, sick as shit
when it comes to girls.  He has like his own little harem; like some sort
of sheik or something.  Now that I think about it, the school-thing and the
breeding seem to actually make a shitload of sense.  He is an evil piece of
shit but, he is also a businessman.  If you find a way to reasonably cut
him in on a moneymaking scheme and don't interfere with his doings, then I
believe he'll support and protect you.  Definitely tell Myra to contact
him."

   "I still can't believe you're alive!  I've heard that no one gets to see
him." Jason sat and simply stared at me.  I knew he now saw me in a
different light and I had become incredibly valuable to him.  Jason's good
though, we didn't need to talk any more about Aiden.

   "You got a picture of this Sabrina?"

   I showed him the photos I had on my phone and his reaction was what I
expected.  He said she would bring twice the amount he usually made on a
girl; and just for videos!  No telling how much more could be made.  He
didn't need to, but he offered me thirty percent of what he made from her.
I accepted.

   It was time to get some sleep.  We said goodnight, shared a serious
handshake and that was the last time I remember seeing Jason.

   I was up and out early.  I re-scouted that night's targets and was
satisfied with my plan of action.  That night, Juliette, a leggy, blonde,
model-to-be went first and Margo, an athletic brunette went next.  Both of
these girls were marvelous and my recommendation to Jason was to offer them
as a pair.  Now finished with Alabama, I headed to a secure condo in North
Georgia.

   I was having a successful trip, but my mind was buzzing with all that I
had learned.  I needed some sleep.  The condo was perfect and just what was
needed.  I turned to the booze and pills and after some effort.  I was able
to fall asleep.  Thankfully, I didn't wake up until four in the afternoon.
I felt pretty good; I had to hit three lines to get moving anyway.  After a
bite to eat, I was off to finish my mission.

   Little, blonde Amy disappeared next.  She was particularly cute, the
type of blonde that I would usually end up with.  Next was the tough little
Sandi.  She had a hard-body and was quite a looker.  Not my type, but I
knew lots and lots of guys would love to get their hands on her.  Both went
to a safe house and I made my way to central Georgia.

   Sabrina

   I got some sleep at a "secure" motel and made a recon mission to
Sabrina's house.  Everything was in proper order.  After I returned to the
motel, I monitored her computer and finalized my plan for that night.  Her
house was on an acre of land on a cul-de-sac in a small South Georgia city.
I drove down her road a couple of times in the past year.  Using satellite
mapping and on-site reconnaissance, I determined that coming through the
half mile of woods behind her house would be the best path.  The woods
mainly consisted of longleaf pine with no serious undergrowth.  I decided
not to push my luck and chose to use the gas.

   That night, in my "blacks" I made my way through the woods.  The Jeep
was safely out of sight behind an old tobacco barn and the moonless night
made me invisible for all intents and purposes.  I stopped at the tree
line, about fifty yards from the rear of Sabrina's house.  I could see some
lights were still on and there was movement inside.  I made my way into the
backyard and up to the main room window.  Sabrina's mom, Corinne, a very
nice looking thirty-something MILF, was reading and enjoying a glass a
wine. I backed away and settled in on a yard bench to wait out the mom.

   I started to think about Jason's offer, so I moved back into the woods
and texted him, "I like the video idea ...  you still in?  Let me know."

   In less than ten minutes the reply came, "Deal!"

   The main room light went off, and then her bedroom light came on.  I
figured what the fuck?  I made my way to her window.  She was moving about
the room arranging clothes and sundry items, nothing special.  She then
picked up a flimsy robe and moved into the bathroom.  The bathroom window
was large with blinds which thankfully weren't dropped all the way to the
sill or completely closed.  By dropping down ever so slightly I could get a
pretty good view of Corinne.

   She primped a little bit in front of the large mirror over the sinks on
the wall opposite the window.  I moved slightly and had a nice view of her
in the mirror and from behind.  She peeled off her shirt and then undid her
shorts.  Christ!  She was one sweet package!  After some more primping, she
reached behind and undid her bra clasp.  Her tits were good sized and still
in very nice shape.  They rode high on her chest and were capped with dark
brown nipples.  She felt around them, cupping them and then squeezing her
nipples until they stood out further.  She examined herself in the mirror,
turning one way and then another.

   She paused and slid her hands down her hips, and bent over as she
removed her panties.  Her ass was a touch big, but in good shape.  It added
to her womanly curves.  She lifted each leg out of her panties and returned
to checking herself out in the mirror.  She was bikini shaven.  There was
just a small patch of hair in the front, but otherwise, she was as smooth
as a preteen.  Her inner lips protruded visibly but created an inviting
entrance to her honeyhole.  She lowered her hand down and ran her finger
through her lips and up to her clit.  She laid her head back, just a touch
and closed her eyes as she repeated her self-stimulation.

   At that moment, I heard a sound.  It wasn't close, but it was nearby.  I
stepped back away from the window, quickly loped around the yard and back
to the tree line.  I high stepped so as to make as little sound as
possible. I crouched down at the tree line and could see a figure coming
from next door heading into the yard.  It was a male wearing a robe. 
Obviously, it had to be the next-door neighbor.  He went straight to the
window and began watching Corrine much as I had been doing a mere minute or
so earlier.  He made no sign that he had seen me or suspected I was
present. Very soon, I could tell he was jacking off watching her through
the window.

   All I could do was wait.  Here it was though; the secrets of the
neighborhoods of America.  In how many other places was this going on?  In
how many other places was some guy wishing he could spy on his neighbor? 
Every last one of them some sort of do-good religious nut most likely.  I
could tell that Corrine had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom because
of his movement and the turning off the light.  He strained around to try
and see into the bedroom but there was no good view with the bedroom light
off.  Eventually he slinked away and headed home.  I decided I needed to
wait for at least an hour before making my move.

   I began to consider if there would be a market for a mother-daughter
combination anywhere?  It seemed logical to me that someone would pay top
dollar for the opportunity to delve into some incredibly depraved scenario
with such a delectable pair as Sabrina and Corrine.

   The hour passed and the neighborhood was sound asleep.  I introduced the
gas through an unlocked front window and waited the specified time before
entering through a side utility room door.  I tried to fight off the sudden
urges that hit me, but to no avail.  I immediately changed my plans.  I
found Sabrina and she was fast asleep.  I quickly put together a travel bag
for her; trying my best to locate all the things she would likely take if
running away.  Toiletries, make-up, brushes, shampoo, and rinse were in the
bathroom.  Clothes, shoes and obvious special items were gathered from the
bedroom.  Once packed, I wrapped her in a throw blanket from her bed and
made my way to the backdoor.  I laid her down next to her bags and headed
back to Corrine's room bringing along my backpack.

   I turned on a small bedside lamp.  She was asleep on her side.  I
removed my sweat bottoms, doffed my boxers, and placed a couple of useful
items next to her on the bed.  I pulled the blanket away from her and
rolled her onto her back.  She was prettier than I thought.  She maintained
herself very well and would be a first place trophy on any man's arm.  She
wore a loose powder blue t-shirt and simple white panties.  I straddled
over her hips and pulled her t-shirt up and over her firm tits.  She had to
be about a 34 C and those puppies had little to no sag to them.  They rode
high on her chest like monuments to womanhood.  Her nipples were mommy
nipples with more size and color than I am used to.  Still, they were so
inviting that I found myself sucking and nibbling on them before I could
give it a thought.

   Eventually, I straightened out and slid over to her side while I played
with her tits.  I was humping her thigh as I kept my mouth in action on her
tits and then slid my hand down between her legs.  She was moist and warm
as my fingers slid over and into her pussy.  First one finger entered and
then another.  Her breathing caught just a touch and then she started to
emit delicate grunts in time with my finger thrusts.  I moved my hand
upward, leaving her pussy, and started to circle my fingertips on her clit.
Her breathing picked up more and I could feel that this unconscious sexy
mama was close to cumming.

   I continued fingering her and watched as she contorted a few small jerks
out her pelvis.  I slipped over and between her legs.  I lifted her so my
dick was poised at the entrance of her pussy and gave a mighty thrust.  I
drove deep and fast.  She straightened out and contorted a couple more
times.  It felt great!  Her pussy reacted like it had a mind of its own. 
It clenched, pulsed and relaxed.  I began to fuck her in the pussy and her
pussy was returning the favor, all on its own!  Her tits were wonderful
anatomical displays of Newton's First Law as they moved in rhythm with my
excited thrusts.

   I could feel that familiar sensation coming on; I reached for the condom
I had set on the bed earlier.  I managed to rip open the package, pull out,
and roll it on in record time.  With only a slight pause, I continued to
rape the mother of the girl I was going to rape in a few hours.  With that
thought, the blinding light hit and I began to climax.  It seemed to last
for minutes.  Her pussy milked my dick until I had nothing more to give. 
God, if the daughter was anything like the mom, watch out!

   I collapsed onto her and caught my breath.  She was still out like a
light and I was starting to run out of time.  I moved off her and rolled to
my back.  I carefully removed the condom and just before securing it in the
backpack, I let some of the contents slide out and dribble into her mouth.
A nice glob of Dolan goo rested in her mouth until she stirred ever so
slightly, closed her mouth, swallowed and then took a deep breath returning
to deep sleep.  I got everything back into order and triple checked to make
sure nothing was left behind or out of place.

   I moved Sabrina's gear to the Jeep and then made the trek one last time
with her over my shoulder.  I secured her under the backseat and left the
neighborhood.  The ride to the retreat took a little over three hours and
it passed uneventfully.

   My Visitor

   About a half hour from the retreat, I noticed a certain odor coming from
under the rear seat.  On some long drives with "merchandise," certain
bodily functions tend to go into action.  I usually hand off my merchandise
to someone who takes care of the situation; but, this time it would have to
be me.  I figured I would make the best of it.

   Upon arrival, I removed Sabrina from the hidden compartment and laid her
out on the ground.  I then took all her gear inside to the guest room.  I
took some time to gather and prepare several of my video and still cameras
for use later.  I placed two in the bathroom in case something of note
happened during her cleanup.  I got the bathroom ready, set up the washing
machine, went outside and carried her.

   She was no longer completely unconscious, but she really hadn't gained
any cognitive level of awareness either.  I placed her into the tub and
removed the blanket and all of her clothes.  Even with a smearing of shit
and piss on her, she was absolutely perfect!  I took the offending items
and quickly got them into the wash.  I didn't feel like dealing with wet
hair so I gathered up her soft, flowing, blonde locks and carefully covered
them in a shower cap.  She was so small and dainty; I felt like I was
playing with a doll!  I turned on the faucet and got the hand-held shower
sprayer warmed up.  I undressed, stepped into the tub, lifted her up and
positioned her so I could rinse her off properly.  After a good rinsing, I
sat on the edge of the tub, put her over my lap and soaped her up for a
good cleaning.

   Sabrina quietly moaned her appreciation as I washed her behind and
crotch very thoroughly.  I continued downward, washed her legs, and
eventually worked up to wash her back.  I shifted her around and proceeded
to cleanse her front.  I spent extra time on her little round firm tits;
working her nipples into sturdy little excited buttons.  Her stomach was
flat, but soft to the touch.  Overall, she was very fit but had a definite
soft body.  She had a brand new light patch of blonde pubes just above her
pussy.  Her pubic mound wasn't very prominent but she had two very proud
outer labia that made clear where you needed to look to find this bit of
heaven on earth.  By the time I was finished washing her, she was becoming
more cognizant of her surroundings.  She still lacked proper voluntary
muscle control but was able to sit on the back edge of the tub while
leaning against the wall.

   I turned on the camera, which I had placed on the sink vanity; she was
perfectly framed from the side.  I set a smaller camera on the tub edge so
it would be near at hand.  I stood and took a quick shower myself.  I
needed some cleaning after the night I had just gone through.  When I
turned to her, while rinsing my back, I noticed her eyes were functioning a
bit and she was gazing at my dick.  I turned the water off and moved
towards her.  As I did, her eyes seemed to grow bigger.  I was sure that
all she could see was my dick slowly getting harder and bigger in front of
her eyes.  I reached around, cupped the back of her head, pulled her up,
and against my half erect dick.  I spent some time humping her face and
making sure every inch of her face had contact with my dick or balls at one
time or another.

   I was starting to get worked up.  I grabbed the hand camera and opened
her mouth.  I pushed my dick in as far as it could go, and then a bit more.
Her eyes turned up to look at me.  The camera was filled with her beautiful
face as I started to fuck her twelve-year-old mouth.  After a few strokes,
I was at full size and filling her mouth completely.

   I pulled the shower cap off her head and held her by her hair as I
recorded my dick plunging into her mouth.  She was having a hard time
breathing and kept trying to turn her head to free herself of the oral
intruder attempting to push its way down her throat.

   I sternly ordered, "Suck my dick you little slut; take it in and suck on
it!" I slowed down to match what I wanted and she did as instructed.  I
pulled it almost all the out and ordered, "Now kiss it!  Kiss my dick all
over!" She was a bit sloppy but she did as instructed.  I lifted my dick up
until the head was resting on her forehead and ordered, "Now, my balls,
kiss my balls!" she leaned in and placed kisses around and under my balls.

   I pulled back and, using my hips, rubbed my dick all over her pretty,
little face.  I was starting to feel close to cumming so I commanded, "Suck
it, suck it all in!" She sucked it in and I started to fuck her face again
as I felt my build up begin.  I decided to let things take their own course
and said nothing as I felt the cum build up from my nuts to my dick.  With
a shudder, I pulled her head toward me as I pushed my dick as far as I
could into her mouth; then it hit!  I felt beautiful convulsions spread out
from my abdomen through my body as I let loose, pumping ejaculations into
her tiny mouth.  She began to cough and gag so I pulled out just as my last
shot sailed out from dick and hit her directly on the left cheek.  As she
coughed and gagged; my cum spilled down her chin and onto her body.  The
reflexive jerks of her head, as she coughed, caused her face to bump into
my draining dick and smears of cum were left across her face.

   I stepped back; she lifted her hands to her face but couldn't bring
herself to touch the gooey gobs of cum oozing and hanging on her.  She
continued to gag and cough a bit but appeared to have caught her breath.  I
lifted her face to the camera in order to capture the young beauty in all
her defiled glory.  She was more aware of her surroundings and enough of
the situation registered with her that she started to cry.  If my audience
was as depraved, as I thought they may be, I knew this genuine crying would
be more exciting than seeing her suck a dick and take a facial in the end.
I was right!  Later I heard that this became known as the "magic moment."
This sort of scene became a high demand item.

   I grabbed a wet washcloth and cleaned her off a bit.  I dragged her to
her room and secured her to the bed.  I barely touched some of the
distilled gas and placed my finger in her mouth.  Within a minute, she was
out cold.  I double checked her restraints and locked her in the room.  I
placed all of her toiletries and makeup in the bathroom and left one of her
tank tops in there for her to wear later.

   I sent the video to Jason and soon enough he messaged back that it was
pure gold.  He couldn't wait for the rest.  I shut everything down, washed
three grays down with half a bottle of bourbon and stretched out in my own
bed.  The sun was just starting to rise when I finally fell asleep.

   I woke in the early afternoon feeling OK, but not great.  I took a very
hot shower, did four solid lines and settled my nerves with a couple of
shots of bourbon.  Sabrina was still sound asleep so I left her alone.  I
took a run through the property and started to feel human again.  I made
myself some afternoon breakfast and set some aside for Sabrina.  I listened
by her door and could hear her crying.  I let her cry for about half an
hour and decided to get started with the next step.

   As I entered the room, she shrieked in terror and tried to turn away
from me.  I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her up next to me.  She
then began calling me all sorts of names and tried to hit me.  I let her
wear herself down, which took a good half hour.  Got to admit, the girl has
spirit!  Eventually though, she, like all the others, got tired.  I untied
her, which gave her some more will to fight, but I quickly pinned her and
made it clear she couldn't win.  She shrieked even louder than before.

   "Sabrina, no one can hear you.  Yell all you want, no one can hear you."
She screamed until she exhausted herself.  I placed a choke collar and
leash on her and walked her out of the room.  She was still naked and the
sight was interestingly erotic.  I led her out the front door so she could
see for herself how isolated we were.  "Go ahead, scream and yell some
more. It just doesn't matter." She started screaming and soon ran out of
strength again.  She collapsed to her knees and began to heave sobs.  I
lifted her by the shoulders and took her back inside.  I sat her at the
kitchen table, where Maria had sat not so long before, and placed a warmed
dish of ham and eggs in front of her.

   Wide-eyed, she gulped the food down.  I poured her a cup of juice and
she drank it right down.  She looked up at me and motioned with the cup for
some more.  I said, "Ask; if you want some more, ask me for more, and say
please."

   "May I please have some juice?"

   "Yes you may.  You need to understand that good behaviors bring good
benefits; bad behaviors bring bad results."

   Looking at me while she drank, she carefully nodded her head.  She
finished her food and I led her into the bathroom.  I removed the choker
and instructed, "Take care of your business and get cleaned up.  Then get
yourself nice and pretty.  I think I brought everything you need.  If there
is anything else you need, look under the sink.  Oh, when you're ready,
wear this."

   "Just that?  It's only a tank top, that's not enough!"

   I picked up the choker collar and leash while asking, "Are you
complaining?  Because, if you are; I can give you something to really
complain about."

   She stood straight and quickly said, "No, no sir.  I'm not complaining.
The shirt is just fine."

   "Good, I'll be right outside in the other room waiting for you." I left
and locked the door behind me.  I could hear her checking the window but it
wasn't going to open.  I then heard her start to cry.  I went to the living
room, sat on the couch, and watched the early news.  The main story of
course was about the young, preteen cheerleader who ran away with, who the
authorities thought may have been, an older teenage boy.  There was Corrine
making a plea for her daughter to come home and I was pretty sure, her
neighbor was standing right behind her.  Eventually I heard the shower
running.

   The shower stopped and the bathroom was quiet for quite some time.  I
heard the hair dryer running and then the sounds of girl activity.  Once
again, everything was quiet.  After a good ten minutes or so, I heard he
say, "I'm ready." I got up, unlocked the door and returned to my seat. 
Slowly the door opened.  Sabrina peeked out around the door and our eyes
locked.  Slowly she moved out into the open and started to walk my way. 
She was trying to pull her shirt down to cover her crotch, which only
exposed her breasts.  She tried to cross an arm across her chest, which
made her walk awkward.

   (As this progressed, keep in mind that I was always running some sort of
video to capture every moment.  I had four cameras in the living room,
three in each bedroom and one in the bathroom.  I also employed two
hand-held cameras.)

   "Stop right there!  Put both your hands down to your sides and walk
naturally." She wasn't happy, but she obeyed.  As she started to walk, I
could not only see her deep embarrassment but also her absolute beauty. 
Her arms gracefully swayed as she walked and, somehow, she actually
displayed a slight smile.  That was the look that would be worth a small
fortune!  One feature that made her different from many girls was her jaw
line.  It was flatter and wider than most girls.  Her face had much more
character which, combined with her perfect features, gave her look of
beautiful uniqueness.

   As she neared me, I stood, dropped my shorts and sat back down.  She
hesitated at this so I motioned her to come to me.  She approached and I
patted the spot next to me on the couch.  As she took her last few steps,
she stood a little bit taller which lifted her shirt in the front exposing
her beautiful little pussy.  Those two blushing labia pouted perfectly, a
perfect little girl gap, and delightfully shaped legs reaching down to the
ground.  God!  I hadn't ever seen anything quite like it in my life.  I
paused and considered her; she sensed my change in demeanor and stopped. 
She shifted her weight to one foot, jutting the opposite hip out.  She
cocked her head a bit and gave me a faint smile.

   For a moment, I think I had a feeling of guilt.  It passed quickly but I
was surprised that I felt such a genuine emotion.  I hadn't felt anything
genuine like that in what seemed like ages.  I suddenly had a moment of
deep reflection.  I shook it off as fast as I could.  It was weakness.  Any
weakness, for any length of time in this business, could be fatal.  My eyes
and thoughts returned to the beautiful girl standing in front of me.  Did
she somehow make me have a genuine feeling?  What was it about her that
affected me?  Could it have been her beauty?  Her soft, deep, angelic,
one-of-a-kind beauty?  I paused for a moment longer and then felt the hard
steel return to my mind.  Yes, she is one of the most beautiful girls I
have ever seen, but I'm in the business that destroys all that is beautiful
in the world.  We take beauty and turn it into a commodity.  What stood in
front of me was not a feeling, but rather, a big beautiful dollar sign. 
She needed to understand how her life had changed.

   "Sit down next to me." She quickly complied.  I readjusted myself on the
couch, took her by the shoulders and laid her down facing me with her head
on my lap.  I took hold of my dick and slowly ran it across her face.

   "Little girl ...  Sabrina ...  my beauty, this is your life now.  All
you are and all you will become is completely centered on how well you take
care of and love cock." She was squinting and moving her head as I rubbed
my hardening dick on her face.  I held it right against her lips and said,
"Show me your love of cock, kiss the cock in your face." She puckered up
and started to kiss back and forth on the shaft of my dick.  I took her by
the back of her head and pushed her face against my entire package.  I
loosened my grip, pulled her away, and laid her head on my lap.

   "You understand that all you knew is forever gone don't you?"

   She looked me in the eyes and shook her head.

   "What do you mean?  You don't believe you're ever going home, do you?"

   Confidently she replied, "Everyone will be looking for me.  Whenever
anything happens they always have everyone all over the news.  The police
will find us and you'll go to jail forever.  If you kill me, then nothing
else will really matter, will it?  They'll find you and then you'll be
killed also.  You're the one who is going to have his life changed, not me.
You can rub yourself all over me and even rape me.  You're the one will go
to jail forever or be put to death.  I just have to wait for whatever will
happen."

   "Sabrina, they're not looking for you ...  they're looking for Peter."

   "Who's Peter?  Why aren't they looking for me?"

   "Peter is an imaginary person I created just for you.  I hacked into
your computer and loaded fake conversations between you and him.  They'll
see that he convinced you to run away with him and that last night the two
of you took off.  Right now, they're looking for him.  He mentioned heading
to Virginia in one of his messages; guess where they're looking for you?"

   The look of confidence on her face faded away.  "No, they won't believe
that!  My mom won't believe that!  They'll come looking for me and they'll
kill you!  Peter isn't real, no one will believe it!  No one will believe
you!"

   She started to get up and I quickly pinned her back down.  "Watch, watch
this." I turned her over to look at the television.  I turned it on to the
24-hour news channel where they were reporting on the extensive search
being conducted in North Carolina and Virginia for a teen named Peter who
had run away with a pretty twelve-year-old Georgia girl named Sabrina.  The
bubblehead, bleach blonde on the news reiterated again that the police were
looking for a 2009 silver Toyota Camry.  We watched the news for around ten
minutes.  At no time did the news waver from the story I told her.  I could
feel the resistance and strength leave her body.

   I turned the TV off and rolled her back over to face me.  She was on the
verge of another crying spell.  I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. I
took hold of her hair and pushed her closer to my dick.  I leaned over a
bit and said, "You see, there is no one looking for you; and no one is
looking for me.  They're all looking for Peter; and they'll never find him.
So, let's get back to your lesson." I pulled my dick up and slapped it
against her face.  "Open your mouth and let's teach you how to give a
blowjob." She was starting to sob but she obediently opened her moth and
accepted the intrusion of the head of my dick.

   Very quickly, she pulled away and spat my dick out of her mouth.  She
was getting angry.  She looked at me and said, "No fucking way!  I'm not
sucking your dick!  You're a fucking asshole pedophile pervert and I'm not
going to do anything for you!" She began to struggle in an attempt to get
away from me.  I let her get a little loose and allowed her to stand.  As
soon as she was on her feet, I shoved her to the ground in front of me.

   She hit the floor with a solid thud and was stunned for a moment.  She
quickly rolled face down and started to get to her hands and feet to stand
up.  She was too late.

   I was on her back in a second and had her pinned flat to the ground. 
She had her face turned to the right; I moved her hair out of the way and
growled out, "Fine with me girl, you don't have to do anything.  Actually,
I prefer it this way sometimes.  So, you don't have to do anything ...  (I
began to move my legs in between her legs.  I lightened up on her bottom
and using my knees made her rise up onto her knees.) I'm going to do
something to you and your perfect ass.  You better relax because I'm going
to fucking rape your ass all day today."

   Her attitude began to change as I took hold of my now rock hard dick and
started to run the tip up and down the crack of her ass.  She started to
plead, "No, don't do that, pleeeease.  Stop!"

   I rose up behind her, parted her ass cheeks with my hands, and targeted
her little pinkish-brown asshole.  I started pushing the head of my dick
against her exit-only opening.  Amazingly, her little asshole began to
dilate on its own!  I paused for just a second to gaze at how her ass was
inviting my intrusion.

   Almost as a reaction to my pause, she offered, "I'll suck your dick if
you promise not to stick it in my butt!  Please, don't do that!  I'll suck
your dick!"

   I was a bit surprised by her sudden change of mind and asked, "Say that
again and say it nicely."

   "I'll suck your dick if you don't rape my butt."

   "But I want to rape your ass!  I mean, it's perfect!  I think it wants
me to fuck it ...  but maybe if you ask nice ...  you know ...  say please
and thank you and everything." With that, I gave a push on her asshole and
felt the tip of my dick making a little headway into her pooper.

   "Please!  Ouch!  Stop!  I mean please stop!  Please let me suck your
dick!  I want to suck your dick!  Please stop so I can suck you!"

   I leaned back, pulled her up with me as I sat down on the couch and
turned her to face me on her knees between her legs.  "OK, you may suck my
dick ...  now what do you say?

   She murmured something and looked down.

   "Pardon me?  I didn't hear you!"

   "Thank you for letting me suck your dick." She then leaned down and
sucked the head of my now half-hard dick into her mouth.

   Sabrina was a natural.  Her tongue swirled around the head a few times
before she sucked all of it right into her mouth.  She started with some
gentle mouth fucking on my dick and then repositioned herself to take in
more as I grew harder.  I told her to kiss and suck along the shaft every
now and then as well as rub it against her face while looking at me and
smiling.  She became an active little cocksucker.

   Her arms rested on my thighs and she eagerly sucked my dick as if her
life depended on it.  I believe she understood that was exactly what was
riding on this blowjob.  Her timing was good, she would come off my dick
and lick and suck down the shaft to my balls; then look and smile at me
while stroking my dick.  I instructed her to not just stroke but also twist
her hand as she moved it up and down the shaft.  She delivered a marvelous
hand job.

   I moved her hand away from my dick and gave it a few strokes of my own.
She asked, "Are going to jack off?"

   "Only a couple of jerks; you need to get your mouth back on this, I'm
not going to last much longer." She watched me jerk off for a little bit
and then repositioned herself over my dick and put her sweet little mouth
back into action.  I grabbed the back of her head and started pumping her
mouth up and down on my dick, forcing it deeper with every push.  She tried
very hard to join in but things were getting a bit rough for her.  She
tried to speak but only muffled, garbled sounds came from her cock-filled
mouth.  I could feel my ass tightening and the pressure building.

   I pulled her off my dick and said, "Jerk me with your hands!  Watch! 
Have you ever seen a man cum before?"

   "No, not in real life ...  I've seen videos ..."

   "Keep stroking, lean in and watch!  Whatever happens, don't stop
stroking!"

   After three more strokes I came.  It was a good, powerful shot.  Sabrina
was wide-eyed as strings of cum shot upward, landing across my stomach. 
Eventually things slowed down and the cum oozed out of my dick and down
over her hands.  She kept stoking and instinctively understood that she
needed to milk the remaining cum out of my dick.  She was looking at her
cum-covered fingers and I suggested, "Take a taste!  You better find out
now because you'll be eating a lot of this from now on."

   She moved a hand to her mouth and gingerly sucked the tip of her index
finger.  Her nose crinkled and she grimaced slightly.  She then sucked her
entire finger in her mouth and cleaned it of my cum.  She proceeded to lick
her hand clean and then went after the other one.  She wasn't smiling but
was very business-like in her approach.

   "Well, what do you think?"

   She looked up at me and said, "I don't know, it's kind of gross but not
terrible.  I've heard that guys really like it if you swallow, I guess
spitting isn't cool.  Anyway, I can do this."

   I pointed to the head of my dick where one last glob was perched.  She
smirked and sucked the head into her mouth removing the last of my cum. 
She gave a few more deep sucks cleaning my dick of most of the remaining
residue.

   I was starting to get hard again.

   I stood, picked her up and tossed her on the couch.  I knelt on the
floor, grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards me.  She didn't say a
thing but gave me a puzzled look.  I perched her legs over my shoulders,
leaned forward between her legs, and ran my hands under her tank top.  I
pushed it up and said, "Take it off."

   Sabrina pulled her shirt up and over her head and then off; she dropped
it to the floor.  She tried to cover her little tits but I brushed her
hands away and started massaging her adorable twelve-year-old girl tits. 
They were half lemon size, soft to the touch but firm in structure.  When
she was standing, they had an enticing round look, but when she was on her
back, they took on an almost conical structure.  I cupped them and used my
thumb to massage over her delicate pink nipples.  Slowly they grew and
hardened into pretty little nubs of eroticism.  Her areola began to puff up
a bit, which only added to the beauty of the sight.  Sabrina didn't say
anything or offer any resistance during this exploration.  She watched and
appeared withdrawn from the activities.  The paradox for her was that
without wanting it to happen, her hips were slowly moving under me.

   I placed my right hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm until I
had her wrist firmly grasped and under control.  My left hand remained on
her tits, moving at will fondling her with great excitement.  I moved down
between her legs until my nose was positioned directly in front of those
two delightful pouty pussy lips.  I nestled inward and surrendered my
senses to Sabrina's little-girl woman aroma.  I ran the tip of my nose
along and inside her slit from the perineum up to her clit.  Her scent was
heavenly!  Musky, yet somehow sweet; definitely savory!  I had only
experienced a pussy like this once before in my life.  It immediately
brought back all of the old feelings.  After a few nose rubs, I extended my
tongue and had it take over the sensory input and little girl stimulation.

   Her taste was just what I had anticipated and a little bit more.  Her
beautifully pink inner labia parted under the direction of my tongue and
presented one of the prettiest flowers of girlhood I had ever seen.  The
sight, the scent, the taste ...  I couldn't imagine what could be better. I
dove in sucking and tonguing with all the skills I could summon.  Sabrina,
like so many young girls, tried to pull away.  The sensations she was
experiencing were just too much for her inexperienced body to handle.  Her
hips were jerking instinctively while she tried positioning her feet to
push and squirm away.  I had her wrist firmly in my hand and her upper body
pinned.  Her efforts only made her hips move more which only added to the
sensations created by my ministrations.

   Not unlike the breaking of a colt, she eventually dropped her resistance
and gave in to the pleasure sensations.  I then released her wrist.  Her
hand immediately went to her belly and she started to caress herself;
running her hand from her abdomen up to her tits.  I repositioned myself
and brought my free hand to her pussy.  I felt her cunt contracting on my
tongue but needed to investigate this further.  I drove my index finger
deep inside her, tearing away whatever remnants of a barrier remained.  She
reflexively arched and let out a passionate scream when my finger invaded
her cunt.

   When she dropped down and I pumped my finger into her again I felt her
cunt contract and ripple on my finger.  I had experienced this same
sensation when I raped her mother.  These were the most unique pussies I
had ever encountered.  I proceeded to pump her with my finger and work her
clit with the tip of my tongue.  Sabrina was wonderful!  She was thoroughly
enjoying and into being eaten.  Things were getting rather sloppy as she
started to get extremely wet.  At a glance, I could see juices coming from
her pussy with every pull back of my finger.

   I leaned in, sucked her little pink clit into my mouth and gave it a
good going over.  She arched and quivered.  I removed my finger from her
pussy and drove it into her asshole.  Sabrina jumped, screamed again, and
then her entire body shook.  She pushed her pussy into my face and yelled
"Oh my God," over and over.  I pumped my finger into her ass and was able
to hold her clit in my mouth as she spasmed, again and again.

   I released her and let her drop back onto the couch.  I put my right
hand on her crotch and manipulated her through a couple more orgasmic
spasms while I grabbed the tube of lube on the side table with my left
hand. It was only a moment before my rock hard dick was properly lubed and
I had her positioned on her stomach.  I continued manipulating her crotch
and slowly lifted her ass into the air until she was on her knees and
chest. Before she knew what was happening I was in position.

   When I pressed against her ass, she quickly looked back at me with a
look of utter surprise on her face.  Sabrina screamed, "No!  You promised!"
she tried to get away and I held her in place.  She yelled, "Stop!  You
promised!"

   I knew her asshole would be dilated for me; so, with one good push, the
head was in.  Her face turned from anger to one of surprise.  I gave a
further stroke into her ass.  Her ass was tight, very tight, but
accommodating.  I started a slow fuck into her.  The surprise left her face
and was replaced with a look that can only be described as sultry.  She
knocked out two quick spasms and buried her head into the couch cushions. I
started driving rhythmically deeper as she gave into the anal invasion.  I
leaned back enough to get a view.  Her ass, made up of two beautifully
round and full cheeks, was being cleaved by my thick cock, which was
ramming into her ass at a steady pace.

   Each thrust was met with a loud and shrill, "Ow!" I kept my pace steady
and, before long, she changed her tune to more of a guttural "Aah!" Using
my hips, I pushed her forward until she was lying flat on the couch with
her ass raised high to indulge my cock.  I placed one foot on the ground
and knelt on my other knee as I started to pick up the pace.  She was
hanging onto the cushion for dear life as I started violating her ass with
deeper and faster thrusts.  Her ass was magnificent!  It had the most
erotic juggle in response to every thrust.  It almost became hypnotic.

   Sabrina's guttural sounds became more vocalized and affirmative.  I
could feel her spasming under me as she squealed from the sensations
created by a genuine ass fucking.  I leaned down to her and said, "You
better learn to love this, your ass is perfect and it's going to be fucked
a lot from now on!" She answered me by driving her ass back, impaling
herself even further on my cock.

   She shuddered again and this time the sensations brought me to climax. I
drove as deep as possible and released my load into her as she clenched her
ass on my dick and held me in place.  I was humping in time with my spurts
but I knew I wasn't moving inside her.  Sabrina was grunting out breaths as
I came until she relaxed a bit, unclenched and slowly slid off my cock.

   I breathlessly collapsed alongside her, against the couch back, and held
her tight.  We stayed still for a while until she said, "You fucking
promised me you wouldn't do that."

   "Yeah, I know, but I'm a liar.  Your ass is too perfect not to get
fucked, and girl, you better be ready to get porked on command."

   She curled up into a fetal position and said, "Fucking liar." She then
turned into herself further and started to cry.  Every now and then, she
repositioned her ass while making pained sounds.

   "Does your ass hurt?"

   Sobbing, she replied, "Of course my ass hurts, you fucking jerk, you
just raped it!"

   I pulled her in close and caressed her ass.  I murmured to her, "That's
right, and Sabrina, you better get used to it.  It won't be the last time
you have a cock fucking your ass."

   She didn't say anything but the crying and whining continued.  I checked
her asshole and there was a small pinkish emission.  A little blood with my
semen, that's all.  We stayed there a bit longer until I eventually pulled
her up with me and led her to her bathroom.  "Sit on the toilet for a while
and shit out what I left you, then take a shower and wait for me." I locked
her in, went to my bathroom, took a shower myself and got dressed.  I
returned to her bathroom, took her to her room and told her to get dressed
while I made some dinner.  I had one more adventure planned for that day.

   I kept things simple and threw together a salad and some spaghetti and
meatballs.  Sabrina appeared at the kitchen door in a pink top paired with
short jeans shorts.  She didn't appear any worse for the wear, considering
the day's activities.  I looked her way and asked, "You OK with spaghetti
and meatballs?"

   "Do I have a choice?"

   "Yes, I would make something else for you if you didn't like it.  Man,
don't be such a little shit!"

   She moved into the kitchen and took a seat at the table, "Me?!  Me a
little shit?  Christ!  You are one screwed up motherfucker!"

   I had to laugh a bit, both at the motherfucker comment, and the fact
that I was likely, the biggest piece of shit in The South.

   I served up the food and we ate in silence.  Sabrina had a lover's
appetite and put away quite a bit for one so small.  I poured us each some
wine and she readily drank hers down and had two refills during dinner.  I
had some store-bought tiramisu and cut us each a slice.  She really liked
the dessert.  I offered her more and she quietly declined.  I leaned back
in my chair, sipped some wine and fixed my gaze upon her.  She looked up at
me and asked "What?"

   "You tell me what."

   "What is going to happen to me?  You've said some stuff but I don't
understand.  Are you going to kill me?" She really looked scared and I
could tell that tears weren't too far away.

   "No.  I am not going to kill you.  You are very valuable to me and I've
invested a lot in you so far." She believed what I told her and seemed
somewhat relieved.  "You will stay with me for a few days and then I will
hand you off to a friend of mine who will be putting you to work."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You're going to be rented by men who want to fuck you.  I think they're
going to pay a lot for your company.  My friend, and your soon-to-be boss,
Jason, will take very good care of you." I leaned forward and emphasized,
"You are going to have a completely new life.  What kind of life?  Well,
that is very much up to you.  You could be extremely successful at this and
make a lot of money, not just for Jason, but also for yourself.  I think
you could get out of this way of life, altogether, in ten years or so and
be extremely wealthy.  That's if you take advantage of this and turn it
into an opportunity.  Otherwise, you'll just wind up as another face on a
milk carton, living a life that isn't a life.  You'll be used and passed
around by the worst of the worst.  You'll have to decide."

   She sat quietly, looked down for a while and then looked back up at me.
"What are all the cameras for?"

   I leaned back, took a sip of wine and answered, "You're already
something of an underground internet sensation right now.  You've pulled in
a lot of money, just from last night's video.  The demand for today's
videos are going through the roof.  We've raised the price significantly."

   Her eyes got very wide with a look of terror on her face.  "Calm down,
we only stream the videos to a very select group of clients.  They'll never
be seen by the public or on the general internet.  No one who knows you, or
is looking for you, will ever see them."

   Sabrina seemed relieved and disappointed at this news.  I could see her
mind working things over.  She was at the perfect age.  She would decide to
go into this new life thinking it was her decision.  If she was a year or
two older, she would have resisted, and then eventually relented to the
inevitable, but she would become a total pain-in-the ass cunt not worth the
investment.  At twelve, Sabrina was malleable and immature enough not to be
her own person.  She would agree and learn how to best survive and then
prosper.  She had already given up on being saved.

   I took her into the living room and turned on the early late news.  I
pointed out to her that her story was now only fourth in-line on the news
and the cunt reading what was given to her only said that the little girl
was still missing and the police were seeking the public's help.  Man, I
need to get me a news-reading cunt for a weekend!

   Sabrina was pretty sullen.  I gave her the TV remote and ducked into my
office to finish up the day's messages.  I could hear the channel changing
until she settled on some MTV drivel.  I glanced out and saw she had laid
down and settled in to watch the show.  Later, I heard a slight laugh come
from the living room.

   Jason loved the video I sent earlier and reported that all sorts of
interest was being generated.  The day's video had earned more money so far
than all the other videos he had sold combined.  I told him to be ready for
more because I wasn't quite through with Sabrina.  I shut down the
computer, did two very solid lines, and headed back into the living room.

   She sat up as I neared the couch.  I sat between her and the armrest.  I
hooked my arm around her and pulled her into my side.  My hand made its way
to her delightful little tit where I started to fondle her.  She didn't
react at all.  I turned her and lowered her to my lap.  This allowed me to
freely send my hand over her entire body.

   My hand was resting on her hip, slowly making circles, I commented, "I
think this is how we started our day, huh?"

   She retorted, "Yeah, except you weren't wearing anything then."

   I reached down for her soft, lithe thigh and ran my hand up and down the
back from her shorts to her knee.  "You want me to undress?" I cupped her
ass cheek and started a gentle massage.  She shifted, ever so slightly.

   With a pause, and then a hitch in her voice, she said, "No ...  no ...
please don't." My fingertips were running along her crotch and inside of
shorts' bottoms.

   "Don't what?  Get undressed ...  or ...  don't do this?" My fingertips
squirmed inside her panties and I could feel the hot moisture gathering in
her pussy.

   She started crying again and softly pled, "Anything ...  everything ...
just leave me alone, just stop."

   After two sobs; I stood, picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I
laid her down on the bed and moved her to her back.  Her sobbing slowed and
she eventually looked up at me.  "You're going to do it now, aren't you?"

   I hesitated and said, "I don't know just yet; maybe tonight, maybe
tomorrow.  Do you want me to do it tonight?  Right now?"

   "Of course not; I don't want you to ever touch me!" She started to roll
over away from me.  I caught her shoulder and pulled her back.

   "OK, I won't touch you.  That sounds fair." She gave me a look of
surprise, which then turned into a suspicious look.

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Watch, just watch."

   Her expression didn't change.  I started to get undressed.  I glanced at
her shorts and said, "Take those shorts off ...  right now!"

   On her back, she unsnapped her shorts, pulled the zipper down, lifted
her butt and slid her shorts down.  She lifted her legs bent at the knees
and removed the shorts entirely.  Her labia were perfectly outlined by the
satiny panties she was wearing.  Her thin legs and prominent gap could not
hide the view.  By this time, I was using the handi-cam to gather an
appropriate record of what was to come.

   "OK, now sit up.  Slowly take the shirt off."

   She didn't look too happy about all this but she obeyed.  She crossed
her arms, gathered up the bottom of the shirt and pulled it upward and over
her head.  Her beautiful blonde hair was mussed and she had to finger brush
and shake it back into place.  God!  That by itself was incredibly sexy!

   My next command was the obvious one.  "The bra, remove the bra."

   Her hands went behind her back and, in a flash, the bra was unlatched
and falling off her shoulders.  She shook her right arm free, covered her
tits and then shook her left arm free.  She looked directly at me as she
tossed the bra aside.  She carefully moved her hands to cover her tits
while looking at me.

   I moved the camera for a better view of her and directed, "Stay seated,
cross your legs and place your right hand over your right tit and the left
over the left." She followed the instructions and ended up in a very sexy
pose.  I shifted my attention from the camera to her, "Now ...  start
massaging your tits.  Do it very slowly and keep looking at the camera."

   As soon as her hands movements appeared natural, I directed, "Now, cup
your hands under them and show them to me." She paused, and then complied
with my instructions.  Her little nipples were at attention pointing
directly at the camera.  "Play with them, pinch your nipples, do whatever
you do when you feel yourself."

   Sabrina started to fondle herself.  She used her thumb pads on her
nipples and eventually scissored them with the index and middle fingers. 
She cupped and massaged them.  She began to lose eye contact with the
camera as she watched herself play with her tits and occasionally rolled
her head back when something felt good.  She dropped her right hand to her
stomach and I knew we were ready for the next step.

   "Sabrina!  Sabrina, lie down, put your head on the pillow and keep
going." She lowered herself to her back and, in doing so, her legs
flattened out while still spread apart, bent at the knees and crossed at
her ankles.  I could see the wet spot on her panties.  "Keep going Sabrina,
do what feels good."

   Both of her hands ventured down to her stomach, lingered a while, and
then slid over her hips and down the back of her legs.  Her hands caressed
her legs and ended up on top of her thighs, slowly moving inward towards
her crotch.  Her right hand grabbed her panties and pulled them up and
tight over her pussy.  She relaxed her pull for a second and slid her left
under the edge of her panties to her pussy.  Sabrina ran her fingertips up
and down a few times and started to reflexively roll her hips in time with
her hand.  She removed her hand but kept the action up by pulling her
panties tighter and tighter upward.

   At this point, I could barely control my breathing.  My arm holding the
camera was shaking and my dick was hard as rock and straining against its
own skin.  I lowered the camera knowing the other cameras were running and
directed, "Take them off.  Just take them off."

   The panties came off as quickly as her shorts did.  She was just about
to toss them aside when I said, "No!  Give them here, give them to me."
With her right hand cupping her pussy, her eyes glassing over, her
breathing quick and shallow, she handed me her damp panties.  I inhaled the
scent, I tasted the musky dampness.  My senses were filling up.  I knew
something would be running over soon.

   Sabrina played her pussy like a first-chair violinist.  Her movements
were fluid, her fingers flew to create the notes, her hands carried the
rhythm, and her body conducted the beautiful song she was composing.

   It was all too much for me; I shot my load onto a towel that was left on
the floor from her shower.  It was a great climax, but she didn't notice.
Her eyes were rolled back and her body was undulating to the sensations
flowing through her.  She suddenly froze, her legs spread further and she
quivered out three jerks.  She didn't crunch down when the little orgasms
hit, she spread her legs wider and seemed to push her bottom out further.
Fuck!  It was an erotic sight!

   Miraculously, she wasn't done!  She had three fingers circling hard on
her clit and, every now and then, they would fly down and press into her
pussy before returning to her clit.  I noticed that at no time did her
fingers enter her cunt.  I realized that it was possible that my finger had
been the only entrant into her heaven hole.  As I watched, I was getting
hard again.  I hadn't had this happen for many years and I was pleasantly
surprised.

   Then it happened.  Sabrina hit her orgasm!  She made her first sound, a
loud drown-out howl came from that sweet little girl.  Her hand cupped her
pussy as she pushed down, while attempting to spread her legs wider.  Her
other hand returned tp her tits where she fondled and pinched her nipples.
Eventually she laid her forearm across her tits and caressed them both at
the same time.

   She rolled to her left side, more or less towards me, and panted out
several "ahs!" as she came down.  Her hand was still firmly planted on her
pussy.

   I quickly arranged the cameras and grabbed her by her right ankle.  I
pulled her down the bed towards me.  I lifted her right leg and grasped her
left ankle.  I directed her left leg down and between my legs while hooking
her right leg on my hip.  I lifted her by the waist with my left arm and,
in a flash, her crotch was positioned directly in front of my now rock-hard
dick.

   She grasped what had just happened and whined out a weak, "Noooo ..."
She moved her hand from her pussy in an attempt to fend me off, but that
was a mistake on her part.

   I grasped my dick with my hand and ran the head along her hot, wet slit.
With a slight push, her pouty pink lips opened and spread around the head.
I pulled her closer and felt myself at the entrance to her hot little cunt.
I lifted her a bit more while pinning her left leg against the edge of the
bed.  Her little cunt expanded but still did not give way enough for me to
enter.  I couldn't take it anymore and just went for it full throttle.  I
propelled my dick forward while pulling her in tight.  The head powered its
way inside her and she let out a painful scream.  I paused for a second,
released some pressure and then thrust again.  Her hot little sheath was
reluctantly ceding ground to my invading tool.

   Her cries of pain quieted as I began to thrust in and out.  Each inward
thrust went deeper and caused her much discomfort.  She eased on the
pullbacks.  As I started to achieve a proper fucking tempo, I notice her
breathing and vocalizations started to fall into synch with my meter. 
After some effort, I finally bottomed out in Sabrina.  She had pretty much
taken all of me inside her.  Her cunt was hot, almost painfully hot.  It
felt like a tight, silky, soft sleeve encasing my dick.

   While fully imbedded in Sabrina, I lifted my left knee up and moved us
up on the bed.  I shifted her leg from between my legs so she was fully
spread under me.  She was so small under me; her head only came to my neck.
I ran my forearms under her, leaned back and sat up with her still fully
impaled on my dick.  I reached down, cupped her gorgeous ass and began to
lift and drop her on my dick.  In this position, I had a full view of her.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned away from me.  My timing
had been perfect!  She couldn't escape the feeling coursing through her
little immature body.  Using her legs, she started to ride my dick as much
as I was impaling her.  Her long blonde hair was falling and swishing
everywhere as she threw her head about.  She never looked me in the eyes.

   I started to feel it happening on my dick.  Something new, but familiar,
was starting to happen.  I pressed her down and did not allow her to rise
back up.  I caught my breath and only had to wait a second until I felt the
ripples from her cunt run up and down my dick.  There were these delightful
undulating contractions running up and down around my dick.  Like mother,
like daughter!  I glanced at her; she was catching her breath, her head was
down, her hair hanging down in front of her face, slowly she raised her
eyes and looked at me.  It was if she had been transformed.  I didn't know
whether to be scared or really excited!

   The sensations on my dick caused body-wide reactions in me.  If I didn't
move I wasn't sure what would happen next.  I rolled forward and put
Sabrina on her back.  I was still buried deep inside her and used my dick
to properly position her underneath me.  My elbows rested on either side of
her head, most of my weight was on her, and my dick was almost in a
vertical position.  Sabrina was pinned under me with her pussy rolled
upward and her legs splayed out to either side.

   I started to fuck my twelve-year-old captive.  At first she was too
tight in both size and cuntal contraction; soon enough, though, my dick was
sliding in and out of her.  My thrusts into her were aided by gravity and
became punishing drives into her hot, wet, sheath.  She took the punishment
with wild abandon.  Every thrust was met with a thrust of her own and a
little girl whine of a combined aah, ooh, and ouw.  I planted my knees onto
the mattress, rolled her down a little and went into more of a traditional
missionary fuck.  I didn't take much longer after that!

   I don't know for sure if Sabrina came during our session and I really
didn't care.  All I knew was that I was on the verge of an orgasmic
explosion!  My dick felt red hot and waves of pleasure were coursing
through my body.  My vision was ultra-clear and everything in view was
sharply defined.  No detail was too small.  I had managed to push Sabrina
upward during our fuck and the beauty of her face while during her virgin
fuck was beyond description!  She glanced at me with her beautiful brown
eyes and that pushed the ignition button.

   I rolled up, off her, and my dick slid out of her pussy.  I grabbed a
hold of it with my right hand and gave it one good stroke, just as the
first shot of cum erupted.  It flew in a beautiful arc from my dick to her
neck leaving a string of pearls on her body.  I leaned forward, placed my
left hand next to her head, and moved upward to position my dick closer to
her face.  My second eruption came as I was moving and I sprayed a nice
load across her tits and neck in the process.  I had hooked her left leg
during my move so she was rolled up again when I settled my dick over her
face and emptied my nuts on her.

   A facial is an act of degradation; I know that.  It signifies one's full
and complete dominance over another.  Those willing to take one are either
getting paid or are in full submission to the other.  In cases like this,
it's an act of degradation, a way of putting someone into their place.  In
my state of mind at the time, I reveled in the act.  The psychological
pleasure from covering her face with my jizz was almost as great as the
orgasm's physical pleasure.

   I was done; the last strings flowed from my dick and onto her
cum-covered face.  Jizz was seeping down the sides of her face into her
hair.  There was a pool of cum on her closed left eye and she burbled some
cum bubbles from the load on her lips.  I leaned back on my haunches with
my dick still in my hand.  I stroked one last little glob out, leaned
forward and smeared it across her forehead.  She wiped the cum from her
mouth and eye; looked at me with genuine hatred and said, "You're a fucking
asshole!  You didn't need to do that!  I can't believe what a fucking
asshole you are!"

   I rose above her with my dick and balls hanging right in front of her
face and said, "What did I say to you earlier on the couch?  Your entire
life depends on how well you take care of a dick." I lowered my dick to her
face and ran it around.  I slapped her faced with it a few times and
repeated, "This is your ticket to happiness, the most important thing in
your life!  You have to be an expert at getting it hard, keeping it there,
and then making it cum!  Open your mouth and suck my dick!"

   She opened her mouth and sucked it in.  I humped her face a couple of
times and she then took over.  I let her suck it a while and then pulled
out.  I asked, "Where do you want it?  Mouth?  Ass?  Pussy?"

   She paused, looked at me with disgust and said, "It doesn't matter,
you're going to do whatever you want anyway.  I don't care."

   I lay down next to her and said, "Listen closely.  I've fucked your
mouth, your ass, and your pussy.  I'll fuck you wherever, however, and
whenever I want.  This time I'm asking you where you want it.  Don't get me
wrong, you're going to get it, it's just that this time you get to pick. 
This is a part of what you're going to be doing.  Men are going to pay a
lot of money to fuck you.  And you will let them fuck you.  You'll make
them feel really special if, at some point, you tell them where you want
it. They'll think they're very special and their dicks are wonderful if you
ask for it in a special way.  Show me, show me you think my dick is special
...  tell me where you want me to put it."

   Sabrina took a few moments to think it over, rolled toward me and said,
"My pussy, I want you to fuck my pussy again.  I never felt anything like
that before."

   "Where do you want it?"

   She reached a hand down to her crotch, lifted her leg a bit and said,
"In my pussy, I want your dick in my pussy!"

   I rolled to my back and said, "That's good.  I believe you.  I'll fuck
your little pussy, but not tonight.  We need to get cleaned up and get some
sleep.  You'll sleep with me tonight."

   After a sensuous shower, with more behavioral instructions, we headed to
my room for the night.  I slipped her a little knockout juice, which put
her down real quick.  I needed a few drinks and some grays to get my mind
right.  She slept much longer than I.

   It took four lines and two bourbons to get moving in the morning.  I
spent my quiet time sending video files to Jason.  I watched my online
account increase in worth by a very satisfactory amount.  Sabrina and I
spent that day pretty much like the previous day.  She was becoming nicely
skilled at what she was training for.  She properly flirted, took command
and, at times, was a delightful "date." The next day was shaping up as an
even better day when, around noon, I got three calls.

   The first was from Jason.  He wanted to let me know that Myra was coming
to see him and that she planned to spend some time in Florida.  I might
only have a day or two more with Sabrina before I needed to get back to
work.  He wanted to know if I thought he should bring up his business idea
with Myra.  I told him that if her news wasn't bad, to go ahead.  We needed
to test the waters at some time.

   The next call was from Myra herself.  She told me to join her for dinner
the next night and to be ready to carry out a special mission.

   A short while later I was sitting on the couch and Sabrina was expertly
sucking my dick, practicing how to deep throat when the next call came in.
It was Jason again, he informed me that a deal for Sabrina had been struck
and I had to get her ready to move immediately.  A major player from Rio
wanted her, and wanted her in the worst way.  The money involved was
incredible but there was a strict time limit.  An assistant of his was
already on the way and only needed permission to enter the retreat grounds.
I gave my approval.  The man would be there in ninety minutes.

   After ending the call with Jason, I decided it would be best for Sabrina
to finish what she had started and then get packed.  I tapped her on top of
the head and she looked up at me with a mouth full of dick.  "You need to
finish up little girl, I suggest you get busy."

   Now holding my dick alongside her face, she asked, "Is something up? 
What's going on?"

   As I moved her mouth back to my dick I replied, "Yes, little girl,
something is up ...  and you need to suck it off!"

   She went for it with all she had.  I leaned back, spread my arms out and
totally gave myself to sensations being delivered by a very talented, very
pretty, twelve-year-old girl.  It didn't take long; just watching her was
plenty exciting!  My hips started jerking into her face as I felt the
build-up in my loins.  Without warning, I was cumming, and cumming hard. 
As instructed, Sabrina pretended to try and gather it all in her mouth but
ended up getting some of the jizz on her lips, cheek and chin.  She looked
at me with a cum covered smile, swallowed, and then gathered the rest to be
ingested.

   "Little girl, you have become one of the best I have ever spent time
with.  Go get cleaned and packed, you're going to have to leave in a little
over an hour."

   "Leave?  Where am I going?  Are you getting rid of me?"

   "Yep, leave.  You're going to go to Atlanta and stay with my friend
Jason.  I think he has a job for you."

   "No!  I'm not ready!  I want to stay here!"

   I stood, pulled my shorts up, grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to
her feet.  "Go get fucking cleaned and then pack your shit!  You're leaving
and I have to get back to work!  You're more than ready.  You'll be making
more money than the rest of us put together!  Get moving!"

   I shoved her towards the bathroom; she stumbled a bit, caught her
balance, turned to look at me and asked, "What is your name?"

   I hesitated a moment and replied, "Nick, call me Nick."

   In less than hour, she was gone.  A half hour later, I was on my way
back to the main Florida house.  From what I've heard, Sabrina has been
quite successful.  As a matter of fact, I know she played the deciding role
in Rio being awarded both the World Cup tournament and the Olympic Games.
   Continued ...