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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: The Most Powerful Man No One Ever Knew,
Part2

   Story Codes: Mg, Mf, first, oral, anal, rape, murder
Author: Candace Sawyer <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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   Aiden Breckinridge, Part 2

   The Most Powerful Man No One Ever Knew

   - Chapter 3

   Over the next seven years, Aiden wasted no time in expanding his
hegemony.  First, having controlled the Middle Eastern slave trade, most of
his business was sent through Turkey and on to other parts of the world. 
However, to get a big piece of the European market, he would have to make
an alliance with the Russian mafia in Moldova.

   Moldova, a former Soviet republic, was the center of human trafficking
in Europe.  Almost all of the trafficked women and girls came from Eastern
Europe, Russia and the Ukraine.  Ukrainian girls were some of the most
exquisite little Caucasian girls in the world.  Aiden met with Sergei
"Mikhas" Mikhailov, founder and leader of the SoIntsevskaya Brotherhood, a
collection of loosely organized crime syndicates known as the "Russian
Mafia."

   Aiden knew that the influence and power of the SoIntsevskaya Bratva
extended well beyond Russia's borders.  This gang had powerful influence in
the United States as well, particularly in Chicago, San Francisco, Miami,
Grand Rapids, and New York.  The two kingpins made an agreement to share
intelligence, infrastructure and "commodity." As a result, Aiden was now a
pivotal partner in the European sex slave trade.

   It was there, in Moldova, that Aiden met a young woman by the name of
Myra, whom he hired from the KGB to be his liaison with the Moldovans.  She
was a tall, dark-haired beauty who could also be lethal.  Being Eastern
European, she spoke fluent Russian, Ukrainian and Eastern Slavic languages,
as well as good English.

   Myra and her brother, Stanislav, were Ukrainian nationals, born in the
slums of Odessa.  As a couple of street urchins, all they had were
themselves.  They were very, very close, and did everything together.  They
made names for themselves working for the Odessa Mafia.  Odessa is an
infamous smugglers' haven and a key hub in post-Soviet global trafficking
networks, not the least in moving Europe-bound Afghan heroin arriving from
the Caucasus.  Between 1992 and 1998, some $32 billion in military matériel
disappeared from military depots in the Ukraine and ended up primarily in
West Africa and Central Asia.  Allegedly, Ukrainian criminal organizations
were also behind trafficking weapons to war-torn places such as Afghanistan
at the time.

   It didn't matter if it was weapons, drugs or little girls, Stan and
young Myra knew who, where and how to make contact with those who could
move the "product." Eventually, they were arrested by the Russian KGB and
taken to Moscow where they were worked over for a week and then given a
choice: either use their street smarts, knowledge and contacts for the KGB
or die a terribly slow and painful death.  Igor Shapovolov, the commander
for the Soviet Secret Service in the Ukraine, devised a devious and
traumatic plan to ensure that Stanislav and Myra remained loyal to the
Russian Secret Service.
Eighteen-year-old Stan was forced to impregnate his sixteen-year-old
sister.  He was then forced to work several missions where he was expected
to be captured and/or killed, but miraculously, he survived.  In the
meantime, Myra was held prisoner until she delivered a little girl who she
named Tatyana.  The infant was ripped from her arms and taken away at two

months of age, never to be seen or heard from again.

   Myra was utterly broken, she and Stan lived their lives working
diligently for the KGB in the hope that their daughter would be returned to
them as promised.  They were trained in the art of covert warfare and deep
insertion assassination.  Myra had hardened her heart to the world, but the
events of the previous two years took its toll on Stan and he began to
abuse drugs and alcohol.  Myra spent more and more time looking after her
older brother until one day, Stan killed an innocent man in a psychotic,
drug-induced rage.  He had made a fatal mistake and was executed in KGB
headquarters one week later by Shapovolov.

   Nineteen and alone, Myra at first didn't know what to do.  Eventually
she devised a strategy, she asked for, and was given, a position working in
Moldova in the trafficking of little girls from Russia and the Ukraine. 
She held onto a slim hope that if the KGB decided to sell her daughter, the
little girl had to pass through Moldova, the Russian Mafia's eastern
European slavery point of sale.  Tatyana was her only living link to her
loving brother, and she scrutinized every little girl who passed through
the country to different points of sale throughout Europe, the Middle East,
and the United States.

   At the age of twenty-nine, after ten years of searching in vain, Myra
gave up hope of ever finding her daughter.  Myra Yovenko had become a cold,
hardened, and lethal woman.  As part of her duties, she had become a lethal
assassin working in the slave trade, killing men who thought that they
could double cross the Russian Mafia.  It was at this time she met Aiden
Breckinridge.

   At five feet nine inches, 125 pounds with green eyes and dark brown
hair; along with a full, curvaceous figure, she was extremely beautiful,
efficient and deadly.  It was a combination Aiden admired and he soon
recruited her to work for him.  With no ties to hold her, Aiden purchased
her release from the KGB and she began to work for him.  Over the years,
she became his most trusted confidant, employee and close personal friend.
Although Aiden was a bona fide pedophile, Myra was the only adult woman
that he had a love for, albeit a brotherly love.

   His next area of interest was the Asian market.

   The Russians brokered a meeting with Tong Sang Lai, Dragon Master for
the nine international Triads, two of which were in San Francisco and Los
Angeles.  Also at the meeting was Tadamasa Goto, the founding head of the
Goto-gumi, a Fujinomiya-based affiliate of Japan's largest Yakuza
syndicate, the Yamaguchi-gumi.

   The Asian gangs were far more demanding than the Russians.  For complete
control of the Asian child slave market in over one-half of the United
States, Aiden agreed to pay 5% of the profits from his Middle Eastern
business for five years.  In return, Aiden would use the resources of the
Triad gang H-13 to enforce and protect the Asian slave market in America.

   Now, having an alliance with two of the world's most influential
international crime gangs, Aiden used his growing influence in the U.  S.
to arrange a meeting with two of the most dangerous gangs in the entire
Latin world from Mexico to the tip of Brazil: the Mara Salvatrucha and Los
Zetas.  The Mara Salvatrucha was the most dangerous and ruthless gang in
the world.  They controlled a major share of human trafficking into the
U.S. They also controlled many in the Southwestern law enforcement
community.  Aiden engineered a deal by which all three (he and the other
two gangs) parties would equally split the Latin sex slave trade profits,
thereby each gaining more share than was possible alone.

   With his control over the sex slave industry in most of the United
States, it soon became apparent that a very lucrative part of that market
was in Hollywood, the fashion houses and the modeling industry.  These
players thought of themselves as a bohemian, narcissistic and hedonistic
society that could do anything they wanted.  The American public, and the
public at large, simply shrugged when a movie star, producer or director
was caught fucking an underage partner.  In fact, it had the direct result
in increasing that person's fame and marketability.

   Aiden decided that he was going to get anything he wanted from this
group of smug hedonists.  Using a very successful campaign of blackmailing
movie stars, producers, and directors, for their taste in underage
partners, he was able to slowly demand anything he wanted from this market
and get it.  If he wanted someone to be a star, then they became one.  If
he wanted a young girl's modeling career to skyrocket, it did.  Aiden's
coupe de grace was using his trusted NSA and CIA friends to let it "leak"
that a certain person who was a kingpin in the sex slave trade was the one
actually responsible for the murder of Gianni Versace on the steps of his
Miami mansion on Ocean Drive.  Once that message was circulated
underground, Aiden got anything he wanted, no questions asked.

   At the age of thirty-six, Aiden Breckinridge was now a dominate world
kingpin in the human trafficking and child sex slave trade industry.

   - Chapter 4

   Now that he was in a worldwide position of power within the child
slavery and trafficking trades, Aiden had a brilliant idea of cultivating
well-trained child sex slaves for the uber rich pedophiles of the world. 
What could be better that to buy a five-year-old slut that could suck and
fuck like the expensive escorts in any major city around the world?

   Raking in billions of dollars annually, he presented his idea to his
partners in the U.S., Moldova, Tokyo, and Bangkok in a meeting of the world
leaders that moved all human flesh and drugs throughout the world on the
ultra-exclusive island resort of Necker Island in the British Virgin
Islands.  He would front the money to start a series of world class "Prep
School Academies" for girls.  These prep schools would serve a two-fold
purpose: The first, and most visible function, was to offer the uber rich
girls from around the world a world class education from grades pre-k to
twelfth grade.  In other words, from ages four to seventeen/eighteen.  The
schools would operate completely within the laws of the host country.  The
attendance, by the world's most notable rich kids, would provide the cover
for the real reason for the schools' existence: to educate and cultivate
the world's most sensual and sexually adept child sex slaves in the world.
For those jet setting parents, who thought kids were a ball and chain,
these schools would also offer a year-round boarding school curriculum.
When Aiden brought this up, all the men and women around the huge round
table sat back and smiled, nodding their heads in agreement.  After Aiden
fronted the starting capital, every member paid a percentage to every
school for its operation.  It was proposed that, in addition to schools in
the cities of Tokyo, Bangkok, Kiev, Istanbul, Seattle, Chicago, New York
and Florida, they would open up the European market with schools in London

and Switzerland.

   The real genius of this plan was where these highly proficient sex slave
candidates would come from.  At every school, one quarter of the school's
population would be made up of "scholarship candidates." These candidates
would be orphans, throwaway or runaway girls who had no familial ties or
support system.  They would be secretly trained and, when sexually
proficient, most of these girls would "transfer" to another school.  In
actuality, they would be sold.

   The fast track for the success of this plan would be to proffer these
schools to the host country's governments as a charitable endeavor.  These
governments could claim credit for helping the world's most disadvantaged
girls with an education where their classmates were the world's most
privileged.

   Sheer genius!

   Aiden chose Seattle to be the first city in the U.  S.  to start
harvesting the most beautiful of these disadvantaged girls for the simple
reason of infrastructure.  He could collect girls from both the western
Unites states and Canada.  The Latino gangs of 18th Street Gang and MS-13,
and the Chinese Triads of the 14-K group all had considerable interests of
control in Canada and were into human trafficking.

   On a personal note, Aiden was tired of acquiring pretty, little girls to
play with and having to deal with the crying, sniveling and the arduous
task of training a girl to be a somewhat compliant and co-operative lover.
Ninety percent of these girls, even after months of training, punishment
and reinforcement, became barely adequate, mechanical lovers.  He chalked
it up to the fact that he was getting older and no longer had the patience
for drawn out seduction.  Murdering that Chinese girl when he was eighteen
had a life-changing impact on him.  He loved fucking little girls in all of
their virgin holes.  He did, every now and then, like that repulsion and
resistance from a girl who was being raped for the first time.  He vowed
that he would never injure, maim or kill another girl and he wouldn't sell
a girl to anyone that he knew did.  Force them?  Rape them?  Yes.  Torture
them or kill them: never again!

   When he thought about this "line in the sand," he thought, `Strange, I'm
a sociopath with a soft spot.  Isn't that an oxymoron?''

   What he really wanted was a young girl that would be a compliant and
active lover.  If a girl was trained at a very early age, say from birth,
to be a completely sexual being, who's nature it was to please her master,
she would bring years of pleasure before she was beyond his age preference.
Even with his preferred age range of six to twelve, he understood that the
youngest of these did have physical limitations, but they were still
capable of penetrative sex, even if it was only tip-fucking them.  Even
then, this compliant and submissive slave girl would command a very high
price as a young teen.  It was of no importance if she could read or write,
all she knew was to be continually stimulated and ready, willing and able
to perform.  One day, an old friend, a Saudi Arabian sheik, who purchased a
girl per month from him, mentioned jokingly about getting his dick sucked
by a newborn.  The sheik said, "The little bitch doesn't know what she's
sucking, it's her natural born instinct to suck.  You put anything in her
mouth: a finger, a nipple or a cock, and she'll suck it.  What's more, she
even swallows my spunk!"
After they had parted company, Aiden began to think about what the sheik
had said.  He arrived at a diabolical solution to his dilemma.  He would
just modify and use his "prep school" model.  He would target specific
girls for abduction.  The most beautiful little girls in the world;
world-renowned child models or actresses.  He knew he had the resources to
abduct any child, anywhere in the world at any time, so why not procure

such girls for a specific purpose?  He would create a harem containing four
or five of these exquisite beauties and inseminate them with his sperm. 
They would be dual-purpose slaves: the most beautiful girls in the world
would not only be his sex slaves, but also raise their own babies to be
purely sexual from birth.  Any sex act would be engrained in them as second
nature: giving head, anal or vaginal sex...  anything!
Aiden chuckled and he thought, `Imagine, a mother teaching her one year
old how to suck cock, or spread her ass cheeks to be butt fucked!  It's

such a sick plan that it's brilliant!'

   When his fantasy dreaming returned to reality, he wondered how it could
be done.  How can he ensure that the mother has a girl child?  What if one
of these exquisite, beautiful girls were young: six, seven or eight?  They
most likely wouldn't be old enough to even begin menarche, much less
ovulate.  How to overcome THAT hurdle?

   About two weeks after pondering how to make his fantasy slave idea come
true, he drove past a fertility clinic in San Francisco on his way to a
meeting.  On the sign, he saw the term `Family Balancing.' He wondered,
`What the hell is family balancing?'

   When he returned home, he looked it up on the internet.  Family
balancing was a method of gender selection for parents who wanted a child
of the opposite sex to balance the genders of their children.  If you had
two boys, they would separate the female sperm, fertilize an egg and
implant it in the host mother.  Voila, she has a girl.  Aiden about fell
out of his chair!  He distinctly remembered smiling and saying, "Boy, isn't
science and technology wonderful?"

   He then looked at the list of doctors.  They were all reproductive
endocrinologists.  When he started researching what an endocrinologist did,
he found out that they were also responsible for addressing hormonal
problems: one of them being, delayed puberty.  BINGO!
He read how they induced puberty and even induced ovulation for women
who had a difficult time getting pregnant.  Aiden then put the word out,
through his intelligence network, to find a renowned geneticist and a
reproductive endocrinologist who wanted unlimited funding to do
reproductive fertility research to cure fertility and brain diseases that
affected reproduction and puberty problems such as hypothalamic and

pituitary disorders.

   Aiden found them in Europe.  A noted French reproductive
endocrinologist, Dr.  Celia Paquet, and a well-respected German geneticist,
Dr.  Leopold Wernz, were very interested in spearheading a fertility
research center for addressing their particular fields of interest.  After
several meetings, and laying the foundation for this new venture, Aiden
opened a fertility clinic for the general public in San Mateo, California.
Aiden was very clear on what he wanted from the partnership: both of their
professional and medical expertise.  In return, the clinic would offer
services to the general public: family planning, fertility issues, in vitro
fertilization and family balancing, but the real work of genetic and
hormonal research would be conducted with carte blanche funding at the
facility.  This enterprise became almost as personally important to Aiden
as his worldwide slave trade empire.

   On the business front, over the next four years, Aiden solidified his
hold on his worldwide share of the slave trade.  After working out the
initial kinks between factions in the U.S., the dust settled and business
steadily grew.  Aiden's power and position grew in direct proportion to the
profits that all of the partners shared.  Like a legitimate business, when
all the investors are making money, everyone is happy.  To the chagrin of
American law enforcement, less friction between the gangs meant more
consolidated organized crime activity.

   Having solidified his position in the west/southwest, northwest and
Midwestern portions of the U.S., Aiden wanted to move into the east and
southeast.  Florida was a very lucrative market and he wanted a controlling
interest.  A school was also to be built in Florida and he needed to
develop a proper level of influence there.

   He already had a small, growing market share for little girls and drugs
in the east.  He had one guy in Ohio by the name of Dave, who was extremely
efficient and reliable at moving product, whether it was drugs or girls,
without any incident.  During the course of Aiden's increasing interest in
the area, he had Myra meet with Dave to find out if whether or not he might
be willing to relocate to Florida.

   Unfortunately, Dave wasn't willing to take on more "business" or
relocate because of familial issues.  But, he did give Myra the name of one
of his in-laws, Micky Dolan.  It turned out that Micky was a very promising
kind of guy.  After some intense scrutiny by Aiden's CIA and NSA resources,
Myra was able to uncover the fact that Micky had sexually abused not one,
but two little neighborhood girls.  One starting at five and continued for
seven years, and the other girl was eight.  Like Aiden, this guy had raped
two girls.

   Aiden instructed Myra to let Dave know that she and the "Big Man" were
very interested in bringing his in-law on board.  She asked Dave if he
could tell them anything else about this Micky guy.  Being a pretty savvy,
street-smart guy, Dave knew that if his bosses knew about Micky, then lying
about what he knew would only get him killed.  Dave admitted to Myra that,
although he didn't know too much about Micky's personal history, he did
know that Micky had a "thing" for young flesh.  He was pretty certain that
he was engaged in some sort of illicit activity with one of his
twelve-year-old nieces.  He knew, for certain, that Micky was also messing
with a young girl in his old neighborhood.  He also shared that Micky was
already planning to move to Florida in two months.  A year previously, Dave
casually mentioned to Myra that he himself was fucking his teenage niece,
Paula.  Myra reminded him of this as a veiled threat against Dave to ensure
his loyalty and obedience.  Under orders from Aiden, Myra told Dave that
their boss wanted him to make the pitch to Micky and see if he was
interested in becoming a part of the organization when he moved to Florida.
Dave made his sales pitch and, to make it clear to Micky that they were all
on the same page and could be transparent about their proclivities, he used
his niece Paula's twelve-year-old sister, Diana, as bait.

   He knew Aiden would have no problem with fucking pretty, virginal little
Diana.  After a fun day with the sisters, Micky agreed to the offer.  He
moved to Florida and, using the alias of Nick Manchik, began acquiring
select, pretty, little girls.  He was especially good at filling special
orders, which was a very valuable asset to Aiden.  In fact, Micky acquired
a certain little Cuban beauty for Aiden's personal harem.

   Without a very long track record with Micky, Aiden was satisfied with
his performance, but there was something else, something more troubling. 
Something wasn't right with the cash flow.  As a new man in the
organization, Aiden wanted to make sure Micky was following the rules.

   During the course of Myra's routine investigative check on Micky, she
was able to uncover an important matter that needed Aiden's attention. 
Aiden had a handler named Jack.  Jack originally worked for Aiden in the
Asian market in San Francisco.  He was promoted to be Micky's handler, as
well as having overall responsibility for the entire Florida operation. 
Micky reported to, and turned over his "merchandise" to Jack.  Myra had
uncovered some "irregularities" with the transfer of funds, and it appeared
that there might possibly be money missing.  She turned what she had over
to Aiden and he told her to keep her eyes and ears peeled.

   Two weeks later, Aiden called her and asked her to breakfast and he gave
her a date and time.  That was a code phrase for "he wanted a meeting." She
knew not to ask why, he always explained face-to-face when she arrived. 
She had an inkling as to why he wanted to see her, but Aiden never revealed
details on paper or over the phone.  Myra's flight was landing in
Switzerland when Aiden snapped out of his retrospection and looked at the
clock on the nightstand.  It read seven A.M.  With a sigh, he swallowed the
last of the cognac in the snifter, set the glass on the table and walked to
the bed.  He sat next to Yvette, who was still sleeping soundly, and gently
rubbed her butt cheek.  The child stirred and turned onto her back to face
him.  He smiled at her and she returned it with a tentative one of her own.

   Aiden asked the blonde-haired beauty, "Did you sleep well?"

   Nodding she replied "Yes."

   "So, you speak fluent English?"

   "Yes, I can speak English."

   "From this moment on, you will only speak French unless I tell you
otherwise.  You will always address me as Daddy.  Do you understand?"

   "Oui, Papa."

   "Good girl." Now, for a few questions.  You were way too responsive last
night.  Someone has been playing sex games with you, haven't they? 
Remember, if you lie to me, I will punish you very harshly.

   "Oui, Papa."

   "Who?"

   "Mon Oncle Jacque."

   "Your uncle Jacque.  And what did Uncle Jacque do to you?"

   [He licked me, masturbated me and made me suck him and swallow his
juice. He also fucked me in my back hole]." **Note: dialogue in brackets is
in French.

   "Oh yeah?  Do you like being licked?"

   "Oui, Papa, [very much.]"

   "How about swallowing cum, do you like the taste?"

   "Oui, Papa.  [I like the salty taste, but I hated it when he would try
to shove his cock down my throat.  He hurt me.  He was always hurting me. I
hate him.]"

   "Did you like getting butt fucked?"

   "Non, Papa.  [Like I said, he hurt me; he liked hurting me.  He would
pinch my nipples and drive himself deep inside me and hurt me]."

   "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night.  You had an orgasm when I came
in your pussy and again with my tongue in your pretty, little, pink butt
hole.  Do you like things in your butt hole?"

   "Oui, Papa.  [I like being with you.  You make me feel special.  You
were gentle and tender and made me feel really good.  If you were gentle, I
think I might like it if you fucked me in my butt]."

   "Doesn't it bother you that you've been kidnapped and are now my sex
slave?"

   "Non, Papa, [not so much now.  I was terrified when I was first
kidnapped and didn't know what would happen to me.  I was afraid that I'd
be tortured and killed if my parents didn't pay a ransom.  When you told me
to take all my clothes off, I just knew I was going to be hurt if I didn't
do all kinds of nasty things, but you were gentle with me and made me feel
good.  I'm not so afraid right now; I just don't know what will happen to
me.]"

   "Well, I'm going to tell you.  First of all, you do know that you're one
of the most beautiful child models in the world, don't you?"

   "Oui, Papa."

   "Well, I took you for a very special reason.  You are going to be one
the mothers of my children."

   "Moi?' [I'm not old enough to have a baby.  I haven't started my period
yet.]"

   "You let me worry about that, okay?  Because you are such a responsive
and wonderful lover, I will give you a choice.  A choice I have never given
any girl before.  If you promise to do everything I tell you to do, no
matter what it is, whenever I tell you, be the very best sex slave you can
be, and raise your baby exactly the way I tell you to, I will make you the
number one girl of my house.  You will be over any of my other girls.

   "If you cannot promise to do that, then I will sell you to a Saudi
prince.  Now, tell me what you want to do."

   Je vais être le vôtre, Papa.  N'importe quell [I will be yours, Papa. 
No matter what]."

   "Alright then.  If you fail me, I'll sell you.  Do you understand?"

   "Oui, Papa."

   Looking at the clock, it was 7:30 A.M.  He playfully slapped Yvette's
butt and said, "Get up.  Let's take a shower and then I have a job for you.
This will be your first test as my number one slave."

   The little nine year-old giggled and replied.  "Oui, Papa."

   Aiden playfully washed his new young slave and she washed him and
started to masturbate him, but he stopped her and told her, "Later." After
drying, he directed her to the living room.  Looked at his watch and it was
8:20.  The intercom buzzed and he was told that Myra was at the bottom of
the lift.  Aiden told the guard to let her come up.
Aiden then sat on the sofa and directed Yvette to kneel between his
legs. He told her to lay her head on his thigh, suck his cock gently and
swirl her tongue around the head.  She was not to make him cum, just keep
him hard.  Under no circumstances, no matter who entered the room, was she
to stop sucking her master's cock.  She nodded saying she understood
completely.  Aiden said, "Get started girl, you've got three minutes to get

me hard and keep me hard."

   Yvette went to work like a good little girl.  The girl was a natural and
when Myra knocked on the door, Aiden was as hard as a rock.  Yvette just
suckled like a baby on a pacifier.  Aiden started running his fingers
through Yvette's curly locks as he said, "Come in."

   Myra stepped through the door and stopped dead in her tracks. 
Facetiously she said, "Ah, don't get up boss, I see your busy."

   Aiden just smiled and continued to play with Yvette's hair.  Yvette just
kept languidly sucking her master's cock.  Myra shook her head and said,
"Jesus Christ!  The whole damn world is looking for this girl!  I should
have known it was you.  Why her, boss?  Isn't there a girl that's less
conspicuous?"

   "Myra, meet the mother of my first child.  Myra, I'm sure you know
Yvette.  Yvette, this is Myra."

   Placating the boss, Myra nodded and said, "Nice to meet you."

   Yvette made a sound like "Mmmfphghh."

   Aiden playfully slapped her face and said, "It's impolite to talk with
your mouth full.  Keep up the good work, sweetie."

   Myra, getting serious asked, "Can we speak in private, or do you want me
to speak here, while you're getting your rocks off?"

   "First," Aiden replied, "make yourself a drink, then sit down so we can
discuss things."

   Myra went to the bar, poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat in
the chair directly across from Aiden.  It took a moment to get her
concentration, because all she could focus on was that beautiful little
girl sucking on Aiden's cock.

   Aiden got things on track saying, "Well, Myra, I have a something I want
you to do.  Actually there are three things.  I'm still going over the cash
receipts and deposits, but it looks like Jack is skimming money from me. 
First, have you finished that updated bio on our man, Micky Dolan?  Anyway,
I'm thinking that he's fairly new and his palms might be itchy for a big
score.  Use our resources to update his comings and goings.  I want
everything, including when he last took a shit.  If he is in cahoots with
Jack, he's a walking dead man.

   Aiden looked down at Yvette and said, "Oooh, that's really nice, just
like that darlin'."

   "Aiden, I'll keep tabs on both of them and if something is going on,
we'll know about as soon as they do.  But, in regards to this current
situation, I believe I've found our problem." Looking at Myra, Aiden raised
his eyebrows in response, placed both hands on the back of Yvette's head
and drove himself a little deeper into the little angel' s mouth.

   With a nod from Aiden, Myra continued, "One of the middlemen on the
ground, Rafael Ramirez, has been skimming the drug money." She leaned
forward and handed Aiden a folder.  The information was damning and left no
doubt about Rafael's complicity, and fate.  "I don't know if that's the
only problem we have, but it's what I have right now.  I can recoup most of
what he's taken, but a percentage is already spent.  Should I contact our
usual people?"

   Aiden leaned his head back in both thought and ecstasy.  "No, give the
job to our new friend, Micky.  He needs to be tested.  He needs no
explanations or reasons, just the task." Myra knew that if Micky didn't
complete the task without question, Raphael would not be the only one
terminated.

   Leaning over and handing him another report she said, "I'm almost
finished with the investigation of Micky, Boss.  Here's what I have.  From
everything I could dig up, using your NSA and CIA contacts, this guy Micky
appears to be playing it straight ?  at least with you he is.  He's having
a romantic relationship with a twelve-year-old neighbor girl named Shae. 
That's really the only update I have so far on his personal life.  As far
as the money, he doesn't seem to touch any part of your fee.  The only
money I can track are the deposits we make to pay him for the job.  He
transfers the money to his brother Jimmy and he hides it for Micky in some
variety of investments.  He does a pretty damn good job too because I'm
having a hard time finding out where he hides it." Giving Myra a stern look
he said, "First, find out where all of his money goes!  Second, complete a
full audit on Jason in Atlanta.  I need to be 100% certain he is the guy I
want running the entire Southeast.  Same for Jack, if he is hiding or
stealing my money ..."

   Myra understood all of this all too well.  When starting up in a new
area, sometimes corrections are needed in the organizations.  She shared
Aiden's growing mistrust of Jack and would gladly put a bullet between his
eyes without being ordered.  Myra felt certain that Micky and Jason were on
the up-and-up.  If she was the type to pray, she would pray that her
research would prove them to be clean.l "Three?"

   "When you've completed those two items, I want you to pull the medical
records and do a bio on this girl: Her name is Anna Maria."

   Aiden handed Myra a photo of a gorgeous young girl who looked to be
around eleven or twelve, and her school's address.

   "What's so special about her, except for the fact that she's drop dead
gorgeous?" Myra asked.

   "That's it.  She's drop dead gorgeous and she might become a member of
my new breeding harem.  Find out if she has any medical issues that might
cause a problem.  IF she appears clean, have her followed and monitored for
a possible pick-up."

   "Aiden, I can't work coast-to-coast and do a good job on all of these
assignments.  Give the girl to Ken; he's done very good work and is ready
for an assignment at this level."

   Aiden contemplated what Myra said and replied, "Fine, give it to Ken,
but make sure he knows that this is his final exam."

   "Is that it, Boss?"

   With a cheese-eating grin on his face, while pointing at his engulfed
cock, Aiden quipped, "For now.  Want to take a shot at this and show the
little lady how it's done?" Myra stood, flipped her hair and retorted with
a smile, "Aiden, I'm too much woman for you."

   "How do you figure?" Aiden asked.

   ""I've got hips and hair on my pussy."

   "Ouch!" Aiden replied, "Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

   "You know I love you, Aiden," she responded with a buttery voice. 
"Someday, I just might take you up on your offer and make your day."

   As she was walking out of the door, Aiden retorted, "Promises,
promises!"

   Aiden touched Yvette's cheek and said, "You were a perfect little
cocksucker.  Now go get me the lubricant off the nightstand and come back
in here.  Papa's gonna fuck that pretty pink little pucker of yours and
fill your ripe little ass with some heavy cream."

   Yvette giggled and scampered off to the bedroom.  She returned with the
lube and Aiden told her to lube him up.  After she had slathered his dick,
she pushed the tube's nozzle up her little hole and gave herself a good
squirt.  She rubbed some on her sphincter and asked him, "Papa, voulez-vous
que moi?  [Papa, how do you want me?"]

   "Stand here on the sofa, straddle my legs facing me and squat.  Impale
yourself on my cock and fuck your ass nice and slow and deep."

   "Oui, papa." And the little tart proceeded to do just that.  She put her
arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder as she slowly rose and
settled down on his cock.  She didn't stop until her butt was nestled into
his groin with seven inches of cock buried in her guts.

   "Work that cock, Yvette," Aiden whispered to her, "Squeeze it pulling
out and relax going in.  Come on, baby, make daddy cum."

   Once she did as he asked, she began to heat up.  Her breathing
increased, as did her rhythm.  Aiden was heating up also.  After several
minutes, Aiden began thrusting up into her as she drove down on his cock.
"Uh, Uh, Uh," she would grunt with each heavy plunge.  "Oh, papa, me
baiser, baiser mon ass.  Je veux vous profondément à l'intérieur, s'il vous
pla"t Papa, profonde !  [Oh, papa, fuck me, fuck my ass.  I want you deep
inside me, please papa, deep!]

   "That's it, baby!  Papa's almost there!"

   Yvette was pounding her ass up and down, driving Aiden's cock deep into
her colon.  Her head was thrown back as she groaned, "Je vais à orgasme
papa!  [I'm going to cum, papa!]

   Suddenly, Yvette slammed her ass down onto Aiden's groin and started to
grind his cock deep in her bowels.  Aiden grunted out, "Oh fuck!  Take it
bitch, take it all, you little cum whore!"

   Yvette squealed out, "Papa!  Papa!  Je suis orgasming!  [Papa!  Papa! 
I'm cumming!]

   Yvette panted heavily with Aiden's seven inches of cock buried in her
colon.  She was still having mini orgasms and Aiden kept twitching in
response to her muscle spasms.  He pulled her head up and kissed her
deeply. When they broke the kiss, he said to her, "You, girl, are very,
very special.  If you fuck me like that, no matter where or when, you will
always be queen of my house!"

   "Merci, papa.  Merci beaucoup." [Thank you, papa, Thank you very much."]
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