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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: Downward Spiral: Part I - Maria and Bella

   Story Codes: Mg, Mg, first, oral, rape
Author: Micky Dolan <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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TETMD: The Downward Spiral Part I - Maria and Bella

   - The New Job

   I had settled into my new digs and "job" with relative ease.  The new
house, its location, and amenities worked nicely for both my work and
relaxation.  A minor distraction was the guest cottage located near the
front of the property.  A housekeeper was employed and, at times, she would
stay there.  I rarely ever saw her.  On occasion, Myra would spend the
night there.  It was just kind of odd to me.

   I found a couple of local fishing buddies who enjoyed my boat more than
I.  They directed me to some very productive spots.  I joined a local
initialed "organization" geared towards family fitness and youth sports. 
Within a short time I was viewed by many in the community as an all-around
good guy.  I also volunteered as a youth sports official.  This provided a
great cover for me as well as the opportunity to scout all sorts of
"talent" over a wide region.  Although tempted, I never made any moves
against any of the kids at my home center.

   From June through October, I worked harder than I had ever worked
before. Money was flowing in!  I don't know how much I made; I sent almost
all of it to Jimmy.  One time he joked that I was taking up too much of his
time.  I worked the entire Southeast.  My connections with Aiden got me
behind doors that would never have opened for me.  I was able to meet
movers and shakers, some in the business world, and some, just very wealthy
clients.  I think as another test of my loyalty.  I was instructed to
remove a shady business partner in Atlanta.  That guy simply vanished one
day.  I recommended a replacement, a guy from the area named Jason who I
had met while on assignment a year earlier.  Before long, I had the
gratitude of the newest and biggest peddler of flesh in the Southeast. 
Every day things were happening, and all the chips were falling in my lap!

   There was this one time, in September, that the local military
recruiters staged a health and fitness day that drew kids from all over the
region.  I was asked to chaperone and help run the event.  As I was walking
around the event, I heard, rather than noticed, an excited crowd gathering
around the Marines' chin-up station calling out, "Four!  Five!  Six! ... 
as I got closer, I saw that it was a girl who was on her twelfth chin-up.
As I worked through the crowd, I could see she was very fit, very strong,
and had curves in all the right places.  Her long, straight black hair
reached more than halfway down her back.  As she struggled to complete
number fifteen, her legs curled up and she practically went fetal as she
completed the chin-up.  With that, she dropped to her feet and everyone
cheered.  I applauded and cheered for her as well.  I was also checking out
one of the world's most perfect asses, as she bent over with her hands on
her knees to catch her breath.  I don't think I was alone in watching her
ass either!

   When she turned and smiled at everyone, I was dumbstruck as to how
handsome she was.  She was pretty; maybe even beautiful, but real beauty
would be hers in a few years.  Right now, she was only preparing to blossom
into what she would become.  Her features were strong and angular, her eyes
a deep blue, and her skin was tanned golden.  She was relatively small on
top but her hips were filled out nicely.  I sidled over to one of the other
guys and asked, "Who in the hell is that, and where did she come from?"

   He replied, "She's the next great athlete from Citrus City High, Taylor
Davis!  She plays volleyball, basketball and flag football.  She runs on
the track team and almost qualified for state in weightlifting.  I also
heard she competes nationally in martial arts." God damn!  I was starting
to get hard!  I hung around the front desk for a bit until I had a chance
to rifle through the day's registration forms.  When I came upon Taylor's,
I quickly put it in my pocket.  Hey, you never know, right?  I was going to
check her out.  It might take ten guys to bring her down; but shit, she was
awesome!

   Otherwise, everything was going well except for the traveling I had to
do.  I needed an extra place so I could rest my feet during my travels.  I
searched for and found just the place, north of the Florida state line.  I
contacted Jimmy, and he had one of our "companies" purchase it as hunting
camp.  It had been used as a hunting camp previously and was situated on
seventy-five acres of remote woodland.  The house was nothing special, but
it provided lots of privacy and an ideal location for my activities through
the region.  I simply referred to it as "the retreat."

   Jack had informed me that a couple of clients were requesting young boys
and I made the necessary adjustments to my procurement activities.  I
travelled throughout the Southeastern states to complete my assignments. 
Research, Planning, and Action were the keywords for my work.  It was a
rare occasion when I didn't achieve success at obtaining my selected
target.

   Adolescents disappeared from small towns and large cities alike.  There
was never any evidence for authorities to sift through.  Nothing out of the
ordinary was ever noticed by anybody.  It was as if they simply vanished
from the face of the earth.  I delivered them in as pure a state as I found
them.  Some official taskforces were created and news articles published or
broadcast; but, with human nature the way it is, if it didn't affect
someone personally, they didn't give a shit.  In general, people are shit.
They put on ribbons and make proclamations, but when push comes to shove,
they don't do shit.

   I did not realize it at the time, but I was starting an overall personal
downward spiral.  I was Nick Manchik, invisible and invincible!  I was
never noticed when I chose to go unnoticed and I was unstoppable in
obtaining whatever I wanted.  I completed my assignments in a fashion that
went beyond Jack's, or our clients', expectations.  Sleep was harder to
come by, but that was easily fixed with drink and the drugs Jack readily
made available to me.  Alertness was achieved primarily with cocaine, or
whatever Jack suggested.  I needed two full lines in the morning, followed
by a bourbon chaser, and one or two spoonfuls later depending on the rigor
of the day.  At night, I found that one of the gray pills worked wonders,
especially when followed by two or three healthy slugs of bourbon.  If
needed, I could sleep for an entire weekend, or stay in action for days on
end.  The biggest benefit of the drugs was that the nightmares went away.
Maybe I still had them, but at least I didn't remember them.  I started to
picture myself as a type of Captain Benjamin Willard character from
Apocalypse Now.

   The only release I had during that time were the three trysts I arranged
with Shae.  The first one was memorable, as we acted like long-lost lovers.
The second was not as passionate and, when we met for the third time, I
think we both knew it would be our last meeting.  Not being around each
other, like we were the year before, had taken the magic out of our
relationship.  We still loved each other, but it was just not to be.

   Money was rolling in at a pace I never imagined.  Myra kept the main
house running smoothly, work kept me occupied, anything I wanted I could
have.  Jack started to invite me over to his oceanfront compound for
"cocktail parties." These gatherings were well attended by powerful
business and political figures, as well as an ample number of available
underage girls.  Rarely did I ever partake of the girls, but I closely
observed all that was going on around the pool, or in the main rooms of the
house.  Most of the time, Jack and I sat together, observed the goings-on,
and chatted about business or what we were observing in front of us.  To
the guests I was only known as "Mr.  M" and was treated with fearful
respect.

   It was at one of these gatherings, right around Halloween that Jack
informed me that we had oversupplied the market for the time being.  He
suggested I take some time off and get some rest.  I readily agreed.  I
needed a break.  I also knew exactly what I would do on my "vacation."

   - Vacation Plans

   A month earlier a request came in concerning a young girl who had her
own channel on the world's most popular video-sharing website.  I tried my
best, but I was unable to meet the request.  I just couldn't find her.  I
did the next best thing though, I found a very suitable replacement and the
client was extremely pleased.

   During my internet searches, I came across another girl who also had her
own channel and, when I clicked on her video, I found myself as excited by
her video presence as I had been with Shae's actual physical presence.  Her
channel name was an odd compilation of weird words and numbers.  Through
comments made by friends and relatives, it became clear her actual name was
Isabella, but commonly called Bella.  She was petite, but not skinny.  She
had an innocent and gentle look about her.  Her use of eyeliner and mascara
drew attention to her deep dark eyes.  She had long, thick, glistening,
black hair, which she parted on the side.  During her videos, she often had
to push the hair out of her face.  Bella appeared to have either Asian or
Native American genetic traces, which only enhanced her beauty.  Her
features were soft and inviting.  She still had a bit of a baby-look about
her.  Her channel had been up for a couple of years and, in one afternoon,
I followed her development from a cute ten-year-old to a desirable
twelve-year-old.

   In her videos, Bella demonstrated her gymnastic abilities; which became
some of my favorite and most viewed of her videos.  Several times in the
process of demonstrating back bridges, she displayed a beautiful pubic
mound and provided occasional peeks of a delightful camel-toe.  She was fit
and healthy, but still had a desirable soft look about her.  She started
cheer, and took the time to share with the world, or at least her hundred
or so followers, all of her new routines.  A couple of times she railed
against the "creeps, pervs and pedos" who requested she do things that she
said she would never do.  She suggested that those guys should get
girlfriends their own age and leave her alone.  God was she cute!  She did
all of the classic video tags and games, at times she just sat in front of
the camera and provided updates on her life.

   Through an analysis of her followers, I located a discussion board
dedicated to her.  I joined and became a participant in the longing
discussions.  Many members commented on how much they would pay to spend
some time with her.

   The updates on her site were the keys to the highway.  In bits and
pieces, she let slip little inconsequential facts.  Through a careful
collection of these slips, I was able to narrow down where she could be
found.  Then she made her mistake!  For a couple of hours she had
mistakenly posted her newly acquired photo sharing website account.  I
grabbed it and accessed all of her personal photos and postings.  Within
minutes, I had it all!  I checked the discussion group, and if anyone had
noticed this slip, they never mentioned it.  Later, when some relative or
friend commented to her what she had done, Bella replied that she caught
her mistake in time.  The discussion room erupted about these exchanges and
I was certain I was the only one with the information.

   I had previously determined that she was near Mobile; now, I knew
exactly where she was, and it wasn't far from my retreat.

   I knew how I would spend my "vacation!"

   - Research

   I gathered all I would need for my adventure and made my way north.  I
settled into my retreat and the next day headed west.  Research, Planning,
Action!  Her house was a standard two-story "cookie-cutter" in a relatively
small development.  It was on a corner lot at the edge of the development.
Across the road from the side-facing garage was a vinyl privacy fence
delineating the border of the development.  Her backyard was enclosed in
the same style of privacy fencing.  There were neighbors to the rear and
right side of her house.

   The town itself was fairly large and, mostly, dependent on a defense
industry plant which attracted many ex-military types as employees.  Her
father worked at this plant and, based on his style of dress, was in
management.  He was definitely ex-military.  Bella's mother was an
extremely attractive woman of mixed Asian and European descent.  I knew
Bella had one younger brother and the only pet at the house was a cat.

   Their household routine involved the father leaving for work around
6:00AM, and the mother and son departing at exactly 6:45 every week day.  I
noticed that a bathroom light came on at 7:00, went off at 7:10 and Bella
left for her bus stop, two streets away, at 7:30.  The next morning was
chilly and she left the house for the bus wearing a soft brown jacket with
a fur collar.  Her pants were tight and black; tucked in calf-high boots.
She wore a white knitted cap/beret with her dark tresses flowing down to
her shoulders.  Goddamn!  She was a vision!

   Bella returned home at 3:30PM and, a half hour later, she greeted her
brother as he got off his bus at the corner.  Mom returned home at 5:00PM
and dad shortly thereafter.  Mom always backed her SUV into the garage when
she got home and, in the morning, she pulled straight out and closed the
garage door by merely pointing the remote back at the house without ever
looking or waiting for it to close.  A mistake!

   On the third morning of observation, I parked in a nearby town utilities
lift station and made my way to the side of the house, near the garage
door. As mom drove away, I slipped into the garage before the door closed.
I waited until Bella left through the front door of the house and then
started the rest of my research.  I wanted to spring into action that day;
but, discipline to the process is important when engaging in these
activities.

   I thoroughly examined every inch of the house.  The living areas and
master bedroom were on the first floor.  Upstairs were four bedrooms: one
was a guest room, the other an office, and then the kids' rooms.  Of
course, my interest was Bella's room.  Upon entering, her desk and computer
were to the right along the wall.  To the left of the door was a dresser
and mirror.  The wall to the left side was basically a sliding door closet.
Straight ahead was a chest of drawers, to the right of that was a window,
and then her bed.  On either side of the bed were nightstands.  The room
definitely belonged to a twelve-year-old girly-girl!

   I read her diary, accessed her computer, downloaded all of her files
onto an external hard drive and later came across some very interesting
folders, especially, one titled "Fans." I placed the new "termite virus"
into the program file, which gave me total remote control and access to her
machine.  Just for the hell of it, I infected all of the household devises.
The best aspect of this virus is that it has a self destruct command that
removes it without leaving a trace.  Satisfied, I left and drove back to
the retreat to finalize my plan.

   - Planning

   At the retreat, I monitored all of the computer activity at the house.
Bella was working on a new video.  I remotely watched and recorded her as
she went about her usual bedroom activities and, my Lord, she was hotter
than I ever imagined!  Her body was perfect!  In silhouette, she had an
exquisite "S" shape with soft sensual curves.  Her breasts were forming
nicely, proud, pouty, and firm.  They were also soft in appearance, gently
rounded and capped with brown nipples that called for lips to suck on them.
Her hips were full; her developing thighs firm, and her gap, aaah, her gap
displayed her fitness.  Her little pouty muffin was covered in a dusting of
dark pubic hairs.  It pushed out to the front with a visible slit between
two prominent labia.  She was more than ready to receive a gentleman
caller!

   By Thursday, I had my plan worked out.  I decided Bella would be staying
home from school on Monday.  I wanted to have her, violate her, and do so,
in her own bedroom ...  possibly with her computer camera running.

   - Maria Comes to Visit

   In the meantime, I needed some relaxation.  I had gone too long without
any genuine sexual release.  It was Friday afternoon and I contacted the
friend who I had helped advance in the Atlanta-area business.  Jason Thorne
and I got along very well and had collaborated on more than a few business
ventures.  I explained what I needed, where I needed it, and when.  Jason
said he had just the girl for me and would bring her down from Atlanta
himself the next day.  That night I decided to take two of the gray pills,
since one wasn't effective anymore.  I was out like a light.  I was still
groggy when the alarm woke me and it took four lines to bring me to
complete alertness.  Combined with a generous shot of bourbon, I was ready
to face the day.

   On my way to meet Jason and the girl, I made some stops to pick up some
supplies.  I made my way to the designated interstate rest area for our
meeting.  Jason arrived a few minutes later and he parked in front of the
Jeep.  We took some time to chat and agreed on arrangements.  He would be
back Sunday morning from a visit to the coast and pick her up whenever and
wherever I wanted.  Of course, there was no charge!

   He went to his car and returned with an absolute vision of loveliness!
He introduced me to Maria, a fourteen-year-old Hispanic enchantress.  You
could melt into her eyes!  They were a deep brown and offset by her
flawless light brown skin.  She had wavy shoulder-length black hair and the
type of body that was built for action.  Introductions were made and when I
took her hand, she smiled in a manner that made me weak in the knees!  She
was wearing a white blouse, which seemed to have a see-through aspect to
it; but, maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.  She wore a pair
of jeans that fit like a second skin and a simple pair of strapped shoes.

   I gathered up her gear and got her loaded into the Jeep.  I told her to
select whatever she wanted on the radio and we headed back to the retreat.
She didn't bother with the radio.  We drove for many miles in silence until
she broke it by asking, "Mr.  Nick, you are an important man, correct?"

   I glanced her way and replied, "I don't consider myself important; but,
I guess since some other people think I am, then, I guess I am."

   "Mr.  Jason, he thinks you are very important, and very powerful."

   I laughed a bit and said, "Mr.  Jason is a good friend, and I am very
pleased he thinks I'm important ...  and powerful!"

   "Mr.  Nick ...  are you a mean man?  Are you going to hurt me?"

   "Maria, I am not going to hurt you.  We are going to have a fun weekend
together and you will return to Mr.  Jason.  It is possible you may return
to him happier than when you left him!"

   "Mr.  Nick, I think you are a powerful and important man ...  and a nice
man."

   "Well, thank you Maria.  I hope I can live up to your expectations. 
Tell me, where are you from?"

   "Colombia, Mr.  Nick.  My family tried to escape from Los Urbenos.  Only
me and my brother made it into Mexico.  He did not make it out of Mexico.
(She paused for a while and I didn't interrupt.) I had the family money and
paid a Coyote to take me to America.  He worked for a man who sold me to a
farmer in Georgia.  Then Mr.  Jason took me away and I have been with him
for a year now."

   "Maria, what do want out of life?"

   "Mr.  Nick, I do not know.  I see all the pretty and nice things
Americans have, I guess I want them."

   She really didn't understand what I was getting at but I liked the way
she talked and made eye contact.  Maybe I could be a nice man ...  at least
for her.

   We chatted a little more and then rode in silence the rest of the way to
the retreat.  She turned on the radio.

   I got her gear and led her inside.  I unloaded the supplies I bought and
put them away.  It was getting close to dinnertime and I asked her if she
was hungry.

   She replied, "Yes, Mr.  Nick, but don't you want to do something else
before you eat?"

   I took her by the shoulders, led her to the kitchen, and said, "Yes, I
would like to do something, but not right now.  Do you know how to cook?"

   She smiled at me and said, "Yes Mr.  Nick ..." I cut her off.

   "Maria, please, no more Mr.  Nick, just Nick, OK"

   Her whole face smiled back at me and she said, "Sure ...  Nick! ...  and
yes, I can cook.  What would you like?"

   "You look around and whatever you would like, I would love.  So, just go
to town in here while I finish some work."

   She looked puzzled, I gave her a questioning look, and she asked, "What
town do you want me to go to?"

   I laughed and explained it was only a saying.  I turned her towards to
the kitchen, gave her a soft spank on her cute butt and went to check the
feeds from Bella's house.  All indications were that Monday at Bella's
would be a "go." Nobody had anything out of the ordinary planned; it would
just be another normal day.  I honestly couldn't think of anything else
that needed to be done.  I then took the opportunity to consume two lines
in order to ensure my alertness for the evening.

   Maria had set about exploring the kitchen and, in an hour, called for me
to come eat.  The aromas coming from the kitchen had been enticing me for a
while and I was ready!  She prepared carne asada with vegetables and
arepas. Everything was cooked to perfection and tasted even better.  She
collected our plates, cleaned the table and together we washed the dishes.
She was very easy to be with.  She came closer to me and finally I couldn't
take it any longer.  We kissed in the kitchen and started the preliminaries
for the evening.  I had one more task to take care of and Maria was going
to be my assistant.

   I led her to the bathroom.  In there was one of the bags I brought from
the store.  I handed it to her and she gave me another quizzical look when
she saw it was filled with cans of shaving cream, disposable razors, and a
large bottle of body oil.  I ran the hot water, set up the handheld
showerhead, and got undressed in front of her.

   I said, "Maria, get undressed." She did and what was underneath her
clothes was simply marvelous.  She was slim and soft.  There was not a
single imperfection on her entire body.  She was shapely in the most
womanly of ways.  Her tits had a soft, delightful jiggle to them.  They
were B/C sized, youthful in appearance and they had a nice rounded form. 
Definitely more than a mouthful!  Her hips flared out from her thin waist
and when she turned sideways, her curves were even more enticing!

   She stood in all her glory and I was getting visibly excited.  I had to
remind myself, `all in good time' over and over.  She smiled, held up a
finger, dug through her toiletry kit and retrieved a clip to secure her
hair.  I had her step into the tub, turned to her, and said, "I need to
have my body shaved, everything, I must be without any body hair." I sat on
the edge of the tub, still not in the tub, with my back to her.  I handed
her a can of shaving cream, pointed to the back of my neck and shoulders,
and said, "Start up here and then we'll work down.  First, use the sprayer
to wet the cloth to wet the hairs."

   Maria soaked the cloth, and ran it across the back of my neck and
shoulders.  Taking the can of shaving cream, she applied the cream to my
neck and shoulders.  Her hands were light as she caressed the cream into my
skin.  Daintily she took the razor and carefully scraped it along my skin.
She then rinsed the area and applied a small amount of oil, which she
massaged into my skin.  My back was next and she skillfully repeated the
process.  She straddled the side of the tub and shaved both my arms as I
soaked in the vision of her beauty.

   She guided me into the tub and had me lean against the wall at the head
of the tub as she neatly shaved my front.  As she reached below my waist, I
was more than a little excited.  She looked up at me with a smile and said,
"Nick, we will leave the best for last, yes?" I quickly agreed as she
continued her work onto my legs.  I had to stand and turn so she could
shave my ass and the back of my legs.  She spent a little more time on my
ass than I expected but she seemed to enjoy that part of the task.  I
really got worked up when she had me hike a leg up on the edge of the tub
and bend over so she could shave the perineum area.  She was very careful
and liberally used her hands to safely position me.  As she applied the
oil, one of her fingers found its way into my ass.  I was very pleasantly
surprised and moaned my approval as she explored.

   Maria, on her knees in the tub, placed her hands on my hips and turned
me to face her.  By now, I was fully erect and ready to bust a nut!  She
wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock, looked up at me, and while
stroking me, said, "Nick, you've been such a good boy through all of this.
I think you deserve a break before we finish." My reply was to put a hand
on the back of her head and thrust forward into her welcoming mouth.

   I grabbed hold of her hair and enjoyed the ride.  She knew what she was
doing and I was willing let her demonstrate her abilities.  She used deep,
quick sucks and long, drawn out pullbacks while putting her tongue to work
on the underside of my shaft.  She reached the head of my dick and swirled
her tongue around the head before quickly taking it deep into her mouth. 
Each suck was like thrusting into a pussy and the sensation was wonderful!
She kept one hand working my shaft, and the other caressing my balls;
occasionally, her finger found its way back into my ass.

   I knew I wouldn't last too long.  I leaned back and arched my hips
forward.  Watching her beautiful face and red lips hump my dick was having
the desired effect.  As I felt my balls tighten, and my lower body flex, I
pulled out.  It took her just a second to open wide and tilt her head back.
My aim was true and my first load jetted directly into her mouth.  She
instinctively closed her mouth, which provided the bridge of her nose as
the target for my second load.  She flinched at this and shut her eyes.  As
she started to tuck her chin, the third load hit her square in the
forehead. I pulled back on her hair and she looked up at me with a
cum-covered face.  I still had more and said, "Open up!" She opened wide
again.  I tried my best to shoot and then shake as much of my juice into
her mouth as possible.  My aim wasn't so good at this point and I basically
ended up painting her face with my remaining cum.

   Spent, I slid down until I was again resting on the narrow edge of the
tub against the wall.  Maria was kneeling between my outstretched legs and
smiling at me as she wiped her face with her fingers.  I reached behind her
to pick up the showerhead.  I turned it on low, and helped her clean off
her face.  Still smiling, she said, "That was fun!  You must have really
needed that, you came so quick and hard!  I wasn't ready!  You should call
me when you're in such need."

   "Maria, I really needed that, thank you so much!  Muchas Gracias!"

   "De nada, Senor Nick; now, we get back to business!"

   I settled back down and Maria prepared to lather my pubic hairs for
shaving.  She gently moved my relaxing dick and caused one last little drop
of cum to emerge from the tip.  We smiled at each other; she leaned forward
and licked it away with a gentle swipe of her tongue.  With that taken care
of, she gently, and fastidiously, shaved the last remaining hairs from my
body.  Lest you wonder, I had recently gotten a very short haircut, but my
plan involved using my lucha libre mask; so, I wasn't worried about head
hair.  She applied the oil and had my fella starting to rise once again. 
She sat back smiling, and said, "There, all done!"

   I stood, raised her up and said, "You did a marvelous job Maria.  Now,
how about you?  Would you like a shaving?"

   "Oh no, Nick, please, I think I like everything the way it is!"

   I looked her up and down and said, "I agree Maria!  I like everything
the way it is as well!"

   We toweled off and I led her into the bedroom.  I had her lay diagonally
across the bed with her head on the pillows.  I knee walked between her
legs until my dick was pressed against her pussy.  I leaned forward with my
hands on either side of her head and we met in a very nice sensuous kiss.
We held our kiss and as I began to press and hump into her, the kiss took
on a whole new intensity.  Maria responded to my thrusts with her own hip
rolls and exciting little mewls and moans.  I could feel the heat being
generated between her legs and broke off our kiss.  I sat up and reached
down with both hands to cup and lift her knees.  I began to edge backwards
while rolling her legs up until her knees were pressed against her chest.

   I had her nice and folded up.  She was a soft, beautiful Latina treat
that I so wanted to devour.  I slid downward, this time my hands kept her
legs in position as I zeroed in on that delightful fourteen-year-old pussy
staring up at me.  Her red outer lips were puffy and full.  They were
spread enough to expose her glistening, light brown, sloping folds,
sheltering a tiny dark hole of bliss.  With one swipe of my tongue, the top
folds parted to expose the little nubbin that awaited my attention.

   I worked her pussy with all I had.  I don't want to sound selfish, but
her enjoyment was secondary to my desire to eat her pussy and consume as
much of her juices as possible.  To meet this need, she had to be as worked
up as I could get her.  I believe that her experiences, so far, had been
mostly confined to giving pleasure, not receiving.  Well, she was going to
get some now!  My tongue was everywhere.  She began to moan and squirm
under my onslaught.  Her hips were gyrating and her arms locked around her
legs.  I eventually released her legs so I could lift her pussy into a
better position.  Her legs wrapped around me and her hands went to my head.
She began to arch and I began to wonder how far I could get her to rise.

   With every downward drop she made, I concentrated my tongue on her clit
and licked in an upward motion.  She responded in kind and arched upward.
She planted her feet on either side of me just below my armpits.  I didn't
need to lift her anymore and used my hands under her back to judge if she
rose off her scapula.  It took some effort; but, eventually she bridged up
on her head, her feet planted firmly on the bed and her arms splayed out to
either side.  She lost her bridge with a shout and a body tremor, the like
of which I hadn't seen in a while.  She was flowing and I made every effort
to consume each and every drop.  I searched deep inside her for more and
was rewarded with another quivering orgasm, lubricating her further.

   With my face covered in her juices, I rose and stretched myself over
her, aligning the head of my dick with the moist heat of her pussy.  She
looked up at me with those dark eyes, breathing in a somewhat faltering
way. She was excited and wearing down a bit.  With a smile, she pushed her
nether regions up against my dick.  With a little positioning, on both our
parts, entrance was made.  She was tight and hot.  I could feel every
sensation my dick was experiencing as I slowly entered and withdrew from
her tight hole.  In and out I went, slowly deepening into her with every
thrust.  Maria began to squirm under me.  She was a contradiction; I could
see and hear her enjoyment; but, at the same time she seemed unsure or
uncertain.  There was a holding back in her that was intriguing.

   I was finally and fully entrenched in her and began to increase the pace
of my thrusts, all the while gazing into those luxurious eyes.  On my third
thrust, she broke through her reluctance and began to fully join with me in
our carnal escapade.  She latched onto the underside of my biceps and
pulled me tighter with every thrust.  Her knees rose as she attempted to
provide greater access to my cock as it pounded into her.  I began to
adjust my fucking so my pubic bone would provide greater stimulation to her
clitoral area; while, at the same time, placing greater pressure along the
top of her love channel.

   Maria's breathing turned to quick throaty gasps.  Her eyes grew wider as
she gazed into mine; her mouth opened and stayed that way.  Her legs rose
further and she tightened them around my body.  I started pumping quicker
and she increased her build up.  I could sense the tightening in my lower
extremities and then a tunnel vision of sorts came over me.  All I could
see was that beautiful face, this daughter of Colombia reaching for her
climax.  I wanted her to achieve her goal, I drove into her one more time
and did not reverse thrust, I pushed further, driving her upward along the
bed.  I crawled forward trying to embed myself deeper and ground myself
into her pelvis.  Maria's eyes opened wide, her mouth formed into an "O,"
she quivered, and let out a loud "Ooooooh" as she fought to pull me down to
her so she could hang on to something while the waves of pleasure washed
over her body.  I dropped and entwined with her as I felt her pussy milk my
dick.  I erupted; my vision left me for a moment.  Maria was trapped under
me as I lost control and tried to get further inside her.  My hips pushed
with every spasm of cum I unloaded into her.

   Slowly we both descended the erotic mountain we had built.  I started to
roll off her and she said, "No!  Not yet!" She rolled over and on top of me
keeping my dick encased inside her tight little pussy.  She laid on my
chest looking up at me, squirmed her hips a bit and said, "Just a little
more time ...  we stay together as one for a little more." I undid her hair
clip and ran my hand through her luxurious black hair while holding her
tight with the other.  Try as she might, she could not keep my softening
dick inside her any longer.  It withdrew from her with a plop and she
purred, lying on my chest.  I could feel the fluids from our encounter
dripping onto me.  Lifting her head to look at me, she suggested we get in
the shower.

   She cupped herself with one hand and grabbed her clip with the other. 
Together we headed back to the bathroom.  All cleaned and dried, we rolled
back into bed for a night's rest.  Of course, I couldn't sleep no matter
how good I felt at the moment.  I got up, took two of the gray pills,
washed down with a glass of bourbon, and was soon unconscious in bed.

   I woke with the alarm and began preparing for the day.  Three good lines
and a deep slug of bourbon had me ready to face the day.  Maria understood
that our tryst was over she busied herself cooking some breakfast and then
getting ready for the long ride ahead of her.  Jason and I agreed to meet
at the same rest stop at 11:00AM.  During our ride, I asked Maria, "Would
you like to get together again?  Not right away, but soon."

   "Yes, Nick, I would like that very much.  I would like to make a longer
visit and get to know you better."

   "I don't know about that, but maybe I can take a drive up there some
weekend and we could hook up."

   "That would be very nice.  I do like your cabin, it is nice and
peaceful. Not loud, like the city or like where Mr.  Jason has us live."

   "Then I'll try to make some time, I can't promise, but if I can, I
will."

   Although it may have sounded like an empty promise, I decided I would
make an effort to see her again.  I liked her, and she was really fun in
the sack.  I would like to experiment some more with this Colombian beauty.

   Jason was waiting for us when we arrived.  We had a nice discussion.  I
told him of my fondness for Maria, and he said he knew I would find her to
be more than just a nice, tight pussy.  He said he was hoping to get her
out of the business soon and find something better for her.  Until then,
she was an exclusive commodity.  I offered to help with whatever plan he
came up with for her.  It occurred to me that maybe Jason might just
somehow go legit and bring Maria with him.  I liked the idea.  I really
didn't expect it to happen; but, it was a nice thought anyway.  Maria
dutifully waited in the jeep until I came to get her.

   I watched them drive away, got in the Jeep, and headed to Mobile.  I had
a date the next day.

   - Bella's Day at Home

   Paying cash, I checked into a nondescript hotel halfway between Mobile
and Bella's house.  The place was clean and quiet.  I had something to eat
and got ready for bed.  I had an early and long day ahead of me.  Two grays
fit the bill and I knew I would be up in time.  I slept soundly and woke
four minutes before the alarm.  I followed my usual morning routine,
capping it off with lines and bourbon.  I know there are many pills which
could work as well as cocaine and I had them; but, I loved the physical
jolt of the drug as it entered my nose and throat.  No pill can do that!  I
didn't know it at the time; but, it was the jolt that I was becoming
addicted to.  I had everything prepped, and headed out for my adventure.

   I was in my blacks, had a small backpack with required items for the day
and placed myself in position next to Bella's garage door a few minutes
after dad left for work.  Everything went as planned.  I was in the garage
and waiting for Bella to head upstairs to the bathroom.  I moved from the
garage to the mudroom, listened as she cleaned the breakfast dishes and
then headed upstairs.  I put on my mask, followed her to the bottom of the
stairs and, when I heard the bathroom door close, made my way to her room
and stood out of sight behind the open door.  She entered the room and,
without a sound, I was upon her.  My right hand covered her mouth and my
left delivered the charge from the stun gun to her left ass cheek.  I
released her as the jolt was delivered; she rose onto her toes and arched
ever so slightly.  She let out an "Aaaagh" before falling to the floor.  I
had her blindfolded, bound, gagged, and on her bed before she had a chance
to regain sensibility.

   I lay down with her, pulled her into my body, with my arm cradling her
head and my hand resting on her hip.  I wanted to wait until I heard her
bus drive by.  The fifteen minutes were not wasted; my hand moved from her
hip and began exploring whatever it could reach.  Bella had on a soft,
light blue, long-sleeve shirt combined with a stylish scarf and black
yoga-type pants that clung to her body like a second skin.  She had stylish
black shoes with gold accents.  She squirmed as I held her and tried to
talk.  I held her tightly and quietly shushed her.  Her head was directly
below my head and I could smell the freshness of a young girl in the
morning.  Scented shampoo, soap, and a light application of a "scent"
created the sense of a spring garden.  Not a garden you are standing in;
but rather, a nearby garden with a gentle breeze sending you sensuous
aromas and scents.  I was enjoying the time we laid together and I simply
held her.

   I heard the bus go by and got out of bed.  I propped pillows on either
side of Bella so she couldn't move, picked up my backpack, and went to the
office.  I took a moment to gather my thoughts and consider my plans for
the rest of the morning.  I needed two quick lines to get my head straight.


   I returned to her room, she was quietly crying when I entered.  Upon
hearing me in the room, she sniffled back her tears and was quiet.  I set
her computer up so it would record and display on the monitor everything
that happened.  I rigged it so the video feed went directly to the computer
at the retreat and not out to the web.  I also prepared the two mini-cams I
had brought with me.  The cams could be held or made to stand on their
flexible mini tripods.  I walked around the bed and recorded her lying
there, blindfolded, bound, and gagged.  I placed one camera on the chest of
drawers to provide a different wide-angle view and set the other camera on
a nightstand for close-ups when needed.

   I climbed on the bed next to her, shushed her, and said, "I'm going to
remove your gag.  Before you say anything, listen closely to what I have to
say.  I don't want to hurt anyone.  It'll be a while before anyone comes
home and I want to be long gone before anyone does.  You'll decide how long
I stay.  If you do as you're told, I'll be gone before lunch time.  If not,
I'll stay longer and hurt Isaac when he comes through the door.  (She
stiffened at this comment.) Then, I'll wait for your mom and rape the shit
out her with the both of you watching.  Then I'll rape the shit out of you
with her watching.  When daddy gets here ...  well ...  let's just say
he'll never walk again.  You had better understand me!  You will do
everything I say and you're family will be safe.  If you don't, you can
live with what you've done to them.  Nod, if you understand." She nodded
her head and began to cry again.  I shushed her some more.

   Now I had to explain a few other things.  "Bella, I'm here because of
your videos.  If you had never put them out there, I wouldn't know who you
are and wouldn't be here.  Girl, I only started tracking you a couple of
weeks ago and look where I am today.  Don't ask me who I am, don't ask me
what I want.  First, you don't want to know who I am, that would be
terrible for you and your family.  Second, you know perfectly fucking well
what I want.  You talk about the sick comments you get from your videos. 
You carry on about the pervs and such and ask them to leave you alone. 
Know what?  I figure this is what you wanted all along.  You wanted someone
to find you; I bet if I look through your computer I'll find every nasty
comment and picture that was ever sent to you.  (Of course, I had already
found these files a week ago!) You know what you are, I'm here to just
confirm it and initiate you into the world of sickos, pervs, and pedos. 
Oh, yeah, we're streaming right now to a select group of followers.  They
all would like to be here but don't have the guts to do what I'm doing. 
They can't record the feed, but I am recording everything.  So, you will do
exactly everything I tell you to do, or I'll change the settings and it
won't be long before you're a real famous internet star."

   My hand had been softly circling on top her stomach and had now made its
way down to her crotch.  I went with a simple classic up and down caress of
her snatch, pressing my fingers into the appropriate areas with every
stroke.  I now slid my hand under the waistbands of her pants and panties.
The feelings were exquisite!  First, her soft, flat belly; and then, the
slow drop to her soft and prominent pubic mound.  My fingers played on and
around her puffy pussy until they began to run along her slit.  She was
moist, and somewhat warm!  I could hear her breaths catching when my
fingers slid over her clit.  I was not expecting her to get turned on.  I
looked at her and she was shaking her head no, but her pussy was obviously
in disagreement.  I cupped her and started to gently apply pressure to her
slit until my middle finger found its way deep inside.  She was wetter and
warmer than I thought.  Her back arched ever so slightly at the insertion
of my finger.  I could tell she was trying to say "No" through the gag, but
she never said "Stop" or anything else; just, "No."

   I slid my hand out of her pants, stood next to the bed, and removed my
bottoms.  I was mostly erect but I gave myself a few extra strokes to
ensure I was good and large.  I won't say my dick looked scary or ominous
or anything; it looked big, thick, and ready for action.  I rotated her
sideways on the bed so that the top of her head was facing the computer
camera.  I climbed back on the bed, straddled her and started to remove the
blindfold.  I moved her up just enough so the computer camera could capture
her face as her head slightly hung back and down.  As I removed the
blindfold, I said, "Now Bella, this is what you do to us!  I know you've
gotten pictures of these and seen some videos, but now it's time for a real
life experience.  Watch, Bella, watch closely."

   I had my camera in one hand recording as I stroked my dick directly
above her wide eyes.  Her eyes never left my dick.  I said, "That's right
Bella, watch closely ...  I'm doing this just for you ...  I'm jerking off
just like everyone else does when they watch your videos.  You're so pretty
...  my God ...  you're so young ...  so pretty." I continued stroking, but
I put down the camera in order to untie her gag.  She shook the gag free
and looked directly up at my mask-covered face.  I said, "No Bella, watch
my dick ...  I think you need to see it closer." I lifted her head while I
lowered myself onto her face and dry-humped my dick all over her face.

   I moved back a bit, and placed the head on her lips and started to work
it across her lips, just barely getting them open.  I released my dick and
gave her a couple of light, but forceful taps on the face, I said, "You
will do everything Bella, everything I tell you, do you understand?" She
didn't respond, as a matter of fact, I didn't understand why she hadn't
said anything at all.  Now, slapping her face with my dick, I repeated, "Do
you understand?!"

   She replied, "Yes, I understand!" She opened her mouth and began sucking
sideways along the underside of my dick.  I lifted away from her and began
to stroke myself again.  She didn't move, she just laid there watching.  As
I came closer to cumming, I told her to open her mouth.  Without
expression, she did as told.  I placed the head of my dick at the entrance
and started jetting load after load into her mouth.  She squirmed, made
some faces, but she took it all.  Of course, there was some sputtering and
spillage, but that didn't matter.  I ordered, "Now, swallow, swallow it
all!" After a few attempts, she succeeded.  I squeezed out a few remaining
strands and covered her lips.  "OK, Bella, use your tongue to get the
rest." She did as instructed.  I used my fingers to collect up stray drops
and had her suck the cum off my fingers.  I felt good and slid down next to
her.  She was still quiet and expressionless.  It occurred to me that this
was her defense, a sort of Zen reaction; I've seen it before; separating
oneself from what was happening ...  I had the pharmaceutical cure for
that!

   I replaced the gag and took my backpack to the bathroom.  I split a gray
in half, crushed it, and poured it into a bathroom water cup.  I filled the
cup with water and mixed the granules until they dissolved.  I took out a
small vial of coke that had a tiny snort spoon attached and headed back to
the bedroom.  I sat Bella up, removed her gag and ordered her to drink the
water.  I didn't need to order her; she filled her mouth, swished the water
around and swallowed.  She then emptied the cup and swallowed it all down
rather quickly.  I guess she had a bad taste in her mouth!  The grays
usually took two minutes to have an effect on me; so, I sat and watched
her. In a minute I could see a slight glaze in her eyes, she began to slump
slightly to her left.

   I took her by the shoulders and returned her to the edge of the bed. 
With her face up, hanging over the side, I pulled out the coke.  I took a
small spoonful and poured it down her nostril, quickly pinching her nose
shut.  She tried to sneeze and I gently massaged her closed nose.  I
repeated the procedure with her other nostril and then took a little snort
myself.  I put her back up on the bed and waited.  I could see it in her
eyes; she was almost at the right place!

   I gave her a slight, but firm, slap across the face and said, "So, how
ya feeling now, you sperm guzzlin' little slut?"

   "I'm feeling great, you fucking asshole!  What sort of animal are you?
You're an old perverted piece of shit rapist!  Fuck you!"

   Now that's what I wanted!  "Fuck me?!  Fuck you, you little cock-teasing
cunt!  You're hotter and more ready for a good fucking than a cheap whore.
My God!  (I clutched her crotch) You want this don't you?"

   "That wasn't me, that was my body reacting!  The physical and the mental
are two separate things!  Do what you want to my body, but you'll never,
ever, have me!  And that's what you really want, isn't it?  You sorry sack
of shit!  This is probably the only way you'll ever get laid.  No woman, or
girl, would ever want you!  You sick fuck!"

   Shit!  I was getting turned on with every word she spat at me.  I laid
her on her side on the bed and spooned up behind her.  I quietly talked
into her ear, "Oh Bella, whoever told you that isn't full of shit.  They
gave about half of their shit to you and you ate it!  The two aren't
separate, they're yin and yang!  They are different but they make up the
whole.  You are your body and your body is you.  Your lips kissed my dick,
and your mouth swallowed my cum; not because it wasn't you, but because it
was you.  Don't you see?  We all have the two parts, and they're constantly
interacting." God, what a load of shit!  But who cares?  It was working! 
Her defenses were dropping.  I could feel it as tension left her body.

   My hand made its way across her hip and back under her pants and
panties. She was wetter and hotter than before.  "You feel how you're
reacting?  You and your body want this!  You've fantasized about this!  You
constantly reread the comments and emails; you save and look over all the
pictures and videos guys send you.  You have your own Little Bella World of
Porn, and you're the star!  You love everything about, it don't you?  You
want me to do everything I'm going to do, right?"

   Bella was silent and still.  As I caressed her pussy, I whispered in her
ear, "You want it, don't you?" She nodded her head.  "You want to do what
I'm going to have you do, don't you?  You want everyone to see it, don't
you?" She remained silent.  "Of course you do, you can't lie or pretend
with me." I moved my hand from her pants and removed all of her remaining
bonds.

   I moved so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the computer
camera.  I looked back at Bella and said, "Come over here, darling." She
sidled towards me and let me position her so that she was standing in front
of me.

   "Take your shoes off." She did as instructed.  "Now your pants." She did
as instructed.  I put my foot between her feet and pushed them apart in
both directions.  "Just move your feet a little more than shoulder width."
She did as instructed.  "Now, bend at the waist towards me and lift your
ass up in the air." She did as instructed.  "Now wiggle your ass and slowly
turn your head until you're looking at the camera, be sure to smile for
your fans." Not only did she do as instructed, she did it very well, very
convincingly.  The drugs were doing their magic!

   "Now, stand back up, take off your shirt." She did as instructed.  I
could see on the computer screen that it was a lovely sight.  Firm, strong,
shapely legs rising to a perfect panty-encased round ass.  The spread of
her hips accentuating the slimness of her waist.  The svelte rise of her
back, her hair, hanging loosely over her shoulders.  My hands were resting
on her hips and I gradually pulled her forward into me.  She arched her
back a bit keeping her bra-covered tits away from my face.  In doing so,
she stretched her panties along her pussy and caused the formation of a
pretty, little camel-toe.  I placed my face against her abdomen and slowly
slid down until I could work my tongue around her "outie" belly button.

   I turned her around to face the camera and said, "Bella, now the bra,
show us your tits." With a slight sigh, she reached behind her back and
unclasped the bra.  With a shrug, the straps fell.  With a slight bend and
shake of her arms, the bra fell.  I reached for her hands and guided them
up to her tits.  "Now play with them, make your nipples hard."

   Bella started running her hands over and around her preteen tits.  She
cupped them and fiddled with her nipples.  As she played with herself, I
reached around her waist and pulled her back into me.  She was still
standing and leaning against me, between my legs, as her body began to
respond to her manipulations.  With her against me, I could feel her
reactions: she was rhythmically tensing and relaxing, her breathing was
getting shorter.  She was making just the slightest of sounds in time with
her breathing.  Every now and then, as she warmed up to the sensations
taking over her body, she would push back, stiffen, and let out a small
gasp.
I reached my right hand around front and down.  Without instruction, she
helped me remove her panties.  I lifted her right leg over my thigh so that
she was blatantly exposed to the camera.  I pulled her back just enough to
display her pussy, in all its glory, to the camera.  My hand then got busy.
She leaned further into me as my finger tips traced along her puffy pink
pussy.  As I massaged her still hidden clit, she gasped quickly, several
times.  She kept a steady squeezing and pulling on her tits as I slowly
worked my fingers deeper through her lips.  My thumb found its way to her
clit as two of my fingers began to enter her cunt.  With dual action, I
started to finger fuck her and manipulate her clit.  I paid attention to
the computer screen and made sure she was fully exposed through the entire

event.

   Bella was stiffening and releasing breaths in an erratic and erotic
manner.  With every stiffening, she would straighten out, leaning back on
me and exposing herself fully to the camera.  After a minute or so of this,
she suddenly changed and started to drive herself downward onto my fingers,
impaling herself further and further.  My hand was covered with her pussy.
I lifted to force them deeper and she let out a yelp.  I continued and
lifted her off her feet with my fingers impaled in her now steaming hot,
wet, tight cunt.  I rolled her slightly away from me and flipped her over,
ass up, my left arm catching her over and around her waist.  My fingers
never left her cunt.  The twisting of my fingers in her cunt had a
noticeable effect.  She stiffened again, let out a loud cry as her bottom
spasmed in an orgasmic tremor.  Her head was down and she started repeating
rapid, "OOHS!" as I continued to finger fuck her.

   As she shook, I lifted her so that she was lying across my lap.  The
view on the screen was marvelous.  Her bottom exposed, my fingers driving
in and out of her.  I removed my fingers from her and lay down next to her.
I shifted her so that her head was on my chest.  I placed her left leg in a
bent position high on my stomach and snaked my hand under her to her pussy.
This time three fingers entered her.  She arched and let out a low "Aaaaw."
I started to finger fuck her again.  My motions caused her to turn slightly
to her right, exposing the action clearly to the camera.  She was working
back up to her previous level of excitement.

   I whispered into her ear, "Let it go, Bella, just let it go, c'mon,
don't be scared, let the feelings take you away.  Let it go!" Her breathing
became deeper and she started repeatedly sounding "Nggh" over and over. 
Then it hit!  Her back arched, she shook, and let out an elongated `Oooow,"
followed by "Oh my God!" She shivered, and tensed with all her might, then
buried her head in my chest as her bottom convulsed out several orgasmic
quivers.

   I wasn't sure but I thought that she must have just blown through the
cocaine high.  Bella laid on me, her firm tits making a serious impression
into my solar plexus.  Her breathing returned to normal, but I could feel
her heart racing.  She seemed to be worn out.  I took this opportunity to
grab a camera and coax her into different poses for possible sale later. 
She was sluggish but obedient.  I did have one major problem though; I was
rock hard and needed some relief.  She was just too down at the moment for
any fun.

   I laid back down and held her for a while.  My left arm reached across
her upper back, my right hand held her ass and caressed her back.  Bella's
head was on my chest and her left leg was bent upward along my abdomen.  I
repositioned her slightly so her bottom would rest firmly along my dick. 
The warmth and moistness emanating from her was actually quite soothing on
my erection.  After a short while, I could feel her heart rate subside to
normal and she appeared to be on the verge of sleep.  I too found myself
starting to relax.  It was if the gray she took was also affecting me.  I
didn't want to hurt her, but I needed to get back on schedule.

   The vial of cocaine was on the nightstand and I administered a small
spoonful to her the fun way.  I pulled her into a sitting position and
ordered her to open her mouth.  She did as instructed.  I spooned a little
pile on the head of my dick and told her to suck my dick.  She didn't
notice the coke and took me into her mouth as if it was as natural as
taking a drink of water.  She knew what to do without instruction.  I had
seen porn sites in her browser history so I wasn't totally surprised; but,
I was pretty damn sure that this was her first time sucking a cock.  I
could see she was regaining awareness when she looked up at me wide-eyed
with an expression of surprise.

   I pulled out of her mouth and stood her up.  Holding her by the
shoulders I said, "Don't start with me again you little slut!  We've been
through this before and you know you can't win.  Do as you're told.  Do
what you really know you want to do." Her hand moved to my dick and she
began to stroke it.

   She looked down, then back up at me and said, "Whatever you want me to
do is what I want to do."

   "Don't give me that submissive shit again, Bella!  You want to stroke my
cock, you want to suck it!  You want me to cum all over you just like the
girls in the videos you watch!  Don't lie to me!  (Quietly, but firmly now)
You can't lie to me, I know you better than you know yourself.  You're
holding my cock because you want one to play with and fuck with.  You'll
have your chance, but first, there is one thing we're going to do."

   I grabbed a paper from the backpack, picked up her shirt, and told her
to put it on.  I sat her down in her desk chair in front of the computer
and told her to fix her hair properly.  "Now Bella, we're going to make a
nice little video, you'll follow this script and do exactly what it says."

   "You've got to be kidding!  What are you going to do with this?  Are you
going to stream it out right now?"

   "No, not right now, but let's just say it's a little insurance for me.
If you let on in any way that today ever happened, I'll hack into your
account, I'll hack into your school's account, I'll post this video all
over the internet and you'll pay the price.  Understand?"

   "Yes ...  who the hell are you?"

   "You can just call me Uncle Bob."

   "Bullshit!"

   "Yeah, but now, put a smile on that beautiful face and talk to the
camera."

   She started with the script I gave her.  "Hey guys, it's me again.  I
just wanted to give you an update.  Ummmm, yeah.  Today has been an amazing
day.  I skipped school and have been having a fun day here at home.  I'll
tell you all about it, but first I want to give some shout outs to a select
group of my fans ...  Hey there BigTom8643, 3LegDan, Oneeyedpete47,
Pussyeatercharlie, PedoPedro2341, Lolihunter69 and, especially,
8inchdongsammy.  Thank you guys for the videos, I just love them and watch
them all the time.  I also want to give a shout out to all the hunky guys
at the BellaLoversFanClub!  If I asked to join, would y'all let me in? 
Anyway, thanks for all the notes and pictures.  Hey guys, I don't care
about your size; I just want to know what you'll do with it!  So, keep
those cards and letters coming!" She paused and smiled cutely into the
camera before continuing.

   "So, ummmm, yeah, back to today, today has been like a dream come true!
I'm getting to do all those things I've always wanted to do but have been
too scared to ask.  And, I've still got more to do!" Right then, leading
with my erect cock, I entered the screen from her right.  Bella began to
quickly glance my way and then down to the script.  When I could see my
whole package in the screen, I stopped and shook my dick at her.  She
turned her chair to face me and began to suck my dick.  Her mouth wasn't
that big, but she managed to get a good four or five inches in there.  I
wasn't concerned with any deep throat action.  I just wanted to come all
over my sweet twelve-year-old video star's face.  I encouraged her and
instructed her.  Whenever her hair fell to block the camera, I made sure to
pull it back and out of the way.  I shifted my hips closer to the desk and
she turned just enough so she could look into the camera with just a shift
of her eyes.  After one direction regarding this, she made sure to look
right at the camera with my dick sliding in and out of her mouth.  I
noticed that when she glanced at the camera she also checked herself out on
the screen, one time she took a little too long looking at herself sucking
on my dick.  I had to tap her head to get her to look back up at me.

   I was starting to feel myself tense up for a climax, so I pulled away
from her and stepped back.  She looked surprised.  She looked up at me,
back at my dick, glanced at the camera, and smiled.  She shrugged her
shoulders to show she didn't know what was happening and then I said, "OK,
Bella, take your shirt off.  Show all the guys your pretty little tits. 
With a glance my way, she lifted her shirt up and over her head.  She
leaned back in the chair and cupped her tits to display them to the camera.
I then said, "Bella, tell the guys about what you're wearing now."

   She leaned forward to the camera and said, "Ok guys, well, ummmm, yeah,
you see, all I have on now is a pair of socks." She looked into the camera
and appeared to be a bit embarrassed.

   I was still in the picture and stroking my dick as she followed my
instructions.  "Bella, stand up and show them." She did; I made her expose
her pussy to the camera from many different angles.  She was a good little
actress.  Satisfied, I said, "Enough of that for now, sit back down and
finish what you started here." She did as instructed.  She learned fast,
and was doing a real fine job of cock sucking.  I was feeling the tenseness
again and started gazing upon her as my dick slid in and out of her mouth.
She wasn't looking at me or the camera anymore; she was intent on sucking
my cock and making me cum.

   I tapped her on the head and, still sucking away she looked up, I said,
"When I'm ready, I'm going to pull out and try to shoot my cum into your
mouth.  Try to catch all that you can.  If I miss, use your hands and
tongue to gather it up and put it into your mouth.  Don't swallow!  Let me
fill your mouth.  Do you understand?" With my cock in her mouth, she nodded
her head in understanding.  She continued to work hard, all wide-eyed with
an expression of anticipation on her face.  In a matter of seconds she had
my cum splattered on her face.  At first she recoiled, sputtered the cum
off her lips, and ducked, but all to no avail.  Try as she might, she
couldn't avoid my creamy loads as they spread across her face.

   As I slowed down, I placed my dick just inside her lips and stroked the
last of my juice into her mouth.  I told her, "You better get the rest of
it!" She was smearing cum all across her face trying to get it into her
mouth.  Some had dripped down onto her chest and was starting to run down
her body.  "Bella, show everyone the cum in your mouth before you swallow."
She leaned to the camera and opened her mouth wide.  She had cum, plainly
visible, in her mouth and on her lips.  She swirled her tongue, collected
up all she could, opened up for the camera one more time and then swallowed
her mouth clean.  "Bella, show everyone your clean mouth." She did as
instructed; I turned the camera and program off.

   I roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and sternly said, "No one
will ever see this unless you do something stupid!  Understand?"

   I gave her a little extra tug of the hair and she pleadingly said, "I
understand.  You promise too, right?  I won't say a thing, but you have to
promise me you won't show anybody.  Promise?"

   "Yes, Bella, I promise.  You're little slut secret will stay safe with
me.  I won't tell anyone.  Let's take a break and get you cleaned up." We
walked to the bathroom, made use of the facilities and took a quick shower
together.  It was weird showering with my mask on but it was worth it to be
able to soap up that precious little body!  She felt and looked marvelous.
I was getting hard again.  Of course, I took some extra time washing and
fingering that delightful little muffin of hers.  I stood behind her and
put my fingers to good use.  It wasn't long before she was leaning back
into me, entering a nice state of arousal.  I knew she was getting close
when I stopped and said, "Time to get toweled off and get back to
business!" She looked at me with a frustrated expression, her big
beautiful, dark eyes sending a very clear message.

   I led her back to the bedroom where, of her own will, she climbed up on
the bed, laid back with her legs slightly spread and simply gazed at me. 
The drugs were still working.  I could tell from her movements, speech, and
eyes.  I climbed next to her and looked her in the eyes.  She asked, with a
slight catch in her voice, "Are you going to rape me now?"

   "Do you want me to rape you?"

   "Of course not!  That would be a terrible thing to do!"

   "You do want me to fuck you though, right?  You want me inside of you
and to make love to you, right?" She didn't respond, she tucked her chin
and looked down.

   She turned away and half-crying said, "I don't know what I want.  You've
gotten me so fucked up I can't even think.  You called me a slut!  I'm not
a slut!  You're fucking make me think things I don't want to ..."

   I didn't respond.  I slid my hand down her ass and up between her
thighs. She was still moist and warm from the bathroom.  I reached further
and started caressing her soft, plump pussy.  She couldn't help herself,
she began to respond.  I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.  "Oh yes
my little sweetheart, you are a slut.  See how you react to my touch?  You
fucking love it!  I know you want all of it, and you're going to get all of
it, but ...  first you're going to beg for it.  You'll beg for it because
you're Bella-the-slut!  That's right!  Tell you what, you can be Isabella
the goody-goody girl cheerleader and all that shit.  You play that game all
the time.  Just a little fucking cock-tease!  But when you're Bella, you're
Bella-the-slut.  You understand ...  Bella?" I drove two fingers deep into
her virginal cunt.  I lifted and brought her leg over on top of me.  I then
began to vigorously finger fuck her tight, hot pussy.  Her breathing came
faster and she started to arch into my fingers.

   I asked her, "Who are you now?  What's your name little girl?  Tell me!"
with each question I drove my fingers deeper into her.

   She replied between gasps, "Bella!"

   "Bella what?" I added another finger for this question.

   She arched further and gasped, "Bella-the-slut!"

   "The what?"

   "The slut!"

   "That's right Bella.  You're a perfect little slut.  Now move a little
this way, I have a present for you." Instead of fucking her, I wanted to
eat that puffy, little muffin of love!  I dove right in.  She was already
wet from her finger fucking and tasted all the better!  Her pussy was a
regular little chubby bunny!  I used my nose to open her labia and my
tongue to dig inside from the bottom to her little love button hidden under
her hood.  She seemed to really like it when I flicked her tiny red button
with the tip of my tongue.  I alternated driving my tongue deep into her
pussy, for my satisfaction, and flicking her clit, for her satisfaction.

   She was soft and silky inside, her inner lips were fun to tongue and
orally play with.  Her nectar was warm and heady.  Just that right balance
of tartness and muskiness.  Some pussies can seem like a dusty attic, or a
dank cellar; Bella's was like a library, with a fire burning in the
fireplace.  It was inviting, cozy, and warm.  I realized that I was being
way too selfish.  I pushed my thumb deep inside her and got it as wet as
possible.  I reached it to her mouth, took a break from my manipulations
and watched as I slid my thumb into her mouth.  She was partially revolted
by what she tasted, but when I ordered her to suck my thumb, she applied
wonderful pressure!  She cleaned my thumb as I twirled it around and over
her tongue.  I actually shivered a bit from my building excitement!

   I went back to the object of my attention.  The insides of her soft
thighs moved across the sides of my head like gentle pillows.  I had
fantasized that she would be special; but, never to this extent!

   The urge to fuck her was taking over my thoughts.  I concentrated my
tongue on her clit and a hand moving from one tit to the other.  She was
such a sweet little package.  She was breathing harder and harder as her
hips began to roll in her orgasmic build up.  She actually snorted when her
entire lower body started to convulse and quiver.  Her thighs clamped on my
head as she attempted to turn sideways to escape my tongue.  I turned with
her and held on to her ass with all I had.  She rode my face and tremored
through two smaller but just as impressive convulsions.  Bella relaxed and
was on her back when I rose up and knee-walked up between her legs.  I
lifted her legs to provide myself with a little extra workspace.

   She sensed something was different and looked me in the eyes.  I said,
"It's time Bella, its time you got a good fucking." She nodded and spread
her bottom a little further for me.  This wasn't going to be easy.  She was
really quite small.  Using my knees, I rolled her hips a little higher.  I
said, "Bella, you need to watch this.  You need to see me putting my cock
in you and then you have to watch as I fuck you." Her face didn't change
expression.

   She glanced down and said, "You're too big, I'm a little girl and if you
try to put that in me it'll kill me." She tried to close her legs; but, in
her position she was powerless to do so.

   As I began to run the head of my dick up and down along her moist pussy,
I said, "Bella, I've fucked girls much smaller than you.  I've fucked
pussies much smaller than yours.  You're just scared and that's alright ...
you should be scared."

   I posted my left hand next to her head and used my right hand to direct
my dick to her honey hole.  In her position, I had to elevate a bit in
order to align myself properly and give her a proper view of the pending
penetration.  Twice I slid up and missed, once I missed downwards, once she
moved, and I missed.  On the fifth attempt, I hit the jackpot!  The head of
my dick split through her muffin and popped into her hot moist cunt.  I
stopped; Bella was looking down at her now post-virginal pussy in wide-eyed
surprise.  I didn't so much as withdraw as I eased up a bit before applying
more pressure.  I slid in another inch.  She looked right at me as she
whined in pain.  Nothing was damaged; I knew her pussy was hurting from
being stretched as much as it was for the first time.

   I found her whines exciting, an erotic surge coursed through my body
like I hadn't felt before.  I began to thrust harder and harder, driving
myself deeper into her.  Her whines were joined by sounds of distress.  I
found myself in an almost out-of-body experience.  I watched and cheered
myself on as I used Bella for my carnal pleasure.  I drew pleasure from the
fact that only I was experiencing pleasure!  I had reached a point when it
seemed as though I didn't even notice Bella was there.  All I could sense
was the flow of energy from my dick into my body.  Every thrust felt as if
I was absorbing energy from Bella.  Almost as fast as it hit, the psychotic
episode passed.  I was again aware of the little sobbing girl under me.  I
slowed down but kept a rhythmic stroke going.  Bella sensed my calming and
stopped crying.  Her pain must have subsided because she began to
physically join in on her first fucking.

   Her eyeliner stained part of her cheek and she was breathing heavily.  I
pulled out, turned her over onto her hands and knees facing the computer
camera.  I fucked her doggy-style while pulling her hair back so she had to
keep looking at the camera.  I pounded her hard and she went along for the
ride.  I could feel myself building up to my orgasm.  I pulled out again,
pushed her off the bed and onto her knees, I stood front of her.  We were
sideways to the camera and I said, "Suck my dick, Bella!  Suck all of your
juices of my dick!" Suck she did; she sucked and licked her juices off my
dick as sensually as she was able.  I grabbed the back of her hair and
dragged her closer to the camera where she received a mighty shot of jizz
smack dab in the face.  I convulsed out three more good loads directly into
her mouth and then shoved my dick back in so she could suck the rest out of
me.

   She had a tough time swallowing, but managed to get it all.  I milked my
dick and dropped the remaining strings of goo in her mouth for her to suck
up.  When she was finished I saw that she was starting to go limp; I pushed
her away and she dropped to floor.  I checked her breathing and heart rate,
she was OK.

   I scoured the room and collected all of my items.  I took a small towel
from my backpack, cleaned my cum from her face and then wiped her off with
a sanitized wipe.  I then cleaned her computer of all records of my
presence but decided to keep the virus alive for a few more days.

   Bella started to wake from her faint and I helped her into the chair.  I
knelt down in front of her and said, "Bella, you understand that I have
everything recorded, right?" She nodded her head.  I could see in her eyes
that she was aware of the importance of what I was saying.  "I have
everything Bella, I can post it or not.  I'll decide depending on how you
act after I leave.  You keep your mouth shut, nobody knows and it all
becomes a bad dream.  You say anything and I mean anything, your reputation
is shattered, I'll post everything, like I said before.  Understand?" She
nodded her head and I could tell by the quiver in her chin she was close to
crying.

   "Bella, it is time for you to become Isabella.  No more internet videos,
you understand?" When you are Isabella you are a good, no, great, girl! 
You are virginal and the girl all the good guys want to marry.  Isabella
goes to church with her head held high.  Isabella will be the captain of
the cheerleaders and the prom queen.  Understand?"

   I could see her perking up a bit, with a small smile, she said, "Yes,
yes, I am Isabella.  I am that girl."

   "Remember Isabella, whenever you want, you can also be Bella-the-slut.
That can be a whole lot of fun and you can get men to do all sorts of
things for you.  You now have a whole new part of life." I crushed a
quarter of a gray into a glass of water and told her to drink it.  I had
her get dressed into her jammies and told her she would sleep for a couple
of hours.  I suggested she tell her mom that she felt feverish and sick
that morning.  I knew the drugs I had given her today would bring on a
fever as they wore off and, if mom checked, she would have a fever!

   I was back in the Jeep and heading to Florida.  I felt pretty good, but
was disturbed by a few of the things I experienced during the day.  I
pulled of the highway when I got a chance and did several spoonfuls of
coke. That seemed to clear my mind and before long, I was back at the
retreat.  I worked on the videos for a while and then decided to have a
drink to relax.  I monitored Bella's computer and the other devises at the
house but nothing out of the ordinary happened.  I set the virus to
self-destruct in 24 hours.

   My work email was light, but a few requests were starting to roll in. 
Jack sent a friendly message saying it was time to get back to work.  I
shut everything down and went dark for an extra day.  I went dark in so
many ways.  I have no recall of those 24 hours.

   - Back to Work

   Work was work; nothing new or exciting.  I took care of what I could
while working out of the retreat and then headed south for a special
"target." I needed help to pull this assignment off so I gave Jason a call
and explained what was up.  I knew he would want in on this once I
explained it to him.

   I was back at the house when I called him.  "Jason, I have a little
adventure and want to know if you could come down for a couple of days and
lend me a hand."

   "Shit man, you mean in the field, like the old days?"

   "Exactly, a special target, you and me.  Hell, honestly, I can't pull
this off on my own and I can promise you a good time afterwards."

   "What we looking at?"

   "Twins man, two of the cutest eleven-year-old blonde little girls you
have ever seen.  We'll have to travel a bit, but we can complete the task
in sixteen hours."

   "Nick, tell me when and where and I'll be there!"

   "This Thursday morning, 9:00AM at Central Airport."

   "I'll be there at 8:30!"

   Jason had his own plane and was always true to his word.  Unbeknownst to
the "powers," Jason and I had collaborated on many projects in the past. 
He did all the recon I needed to break into a Savannah-based child modeling
agency to get the info on a girl who some rich fuck had seen on the
internet.  She was a beauty and that job earned me a nice chunk of change.
Even though Jason tried to refuse, I sent him a 25% cut of the fee.  While
researching that job, I observed an actual photo shoot and fell head over
heels for a ten-year-old redhead model named Candi.  I copied her
information as well to keep for future use.

   Regardless, our twin's mission went without a hitch.  We had to travel
by foot for a quarter mile from the Jeep to the house, where I used gas to
facilitate the job.  We had the girls and were out of the house within a
minute.  Before anyone at the house woke up, the girls were safely being
held at Jack's place.  Jack was somewhat surprised to see Jason and me
working together on something, but he quickly changed his tune when he got
a look at our procurement.  "Twins!?  You guys got twins!?  Holy shit!  The
bidding will go wild!  Micky, this is your doing, right?"

   "You better believe it, Jack; couldn't have done it without Jason
though. I'll tell ya he's still in field shape." Jason stood there and
smiled at Jack, they nodded to each other and Jack asked if we would be
coming over tomorrow for the cocktail party.  I sensed there was something
between these two so I gave a questioning look at Jason, he nodded, I
looked at Jack and said, "We'll be here." There was a collective sigh of
relief.  I put my arm around Jack's shoulders, (he hated that) and started
us toward the living room, "Jack, I could really use a drink, could you
help a working man out?"

   It was an interesting group: Jack, the director of Florida operations,
Jason, the rising star in charge of the Southern region, except Florida;
and me, the guy who did the real work and keeps guys like them in business.
Now, Jack was my boss, but Jason was a friend who most likely would become
my boss one day.  What neither of them knew was that I had a relationship
with their boss.  I believe if I wanted to, I could kill them both and
Aiden, while not pleased, would let me take over.  I didn't want to be
these guys.  I was happy with what I was doing; but, they didn't know that.
We had an enjoyable couple of hours.  Our conversations covered a wide
array of topics.

   At one point, I asked Jack if he had seen Myra lately.  He said she had
been back and forth from the other coast and had been really busy.  I
commented that I hadn't seen her in a while either and that I now had two
very small women keeping my place neat and tidy.  Jack laughed and said
they had been at his place yesterday.  We all agreed we needed to be
careful around them.  Jason commented that there were eyes and ears
everywhere.  We sat silent for a moment, looked at each other and had a
good laugh.  Jack then said he got a message from Myra yesterday asking him
to make sure I was at the cocktail party; she had something for me.  Both
Jack and Jason looked at me and raised their eyebrows.  Jason laughed, and
said, "It was sure nice knowing you man!"

   Eventually Jason and I had to get back to my place.  Before we left,
Jack checked his messages and reported that the bidding on the twins had
just passed a million dollars.  Jack handed me a box filled with coke and
pills.  I was a happy man.
   To be continued ...