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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: Aiden Breckinridge Part 3 - A Whole New
Breed of Slave

   Story Codes: Mg, rape, first, ped, oral, anal ass-to-mouth, ws, bondage

   Author: Candace Sawyer <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

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   Aiden Breckinridge, Part 3

   A Whole New Breed of Slave

   - Chapter 6 Bumps in the Road

   After fucking his very responsive little French tart senseless for three
weeks, they flew back to his estate in Atherton, California.  He had been
back a week when he called Dr.  Celia Paquet, his expert reproductive
endocrinologist and scheduled a meeting at his home for 5 P.M.  the
following day.  He told her to bring her medical bag and be able to take
some blood samples.

   Yvette had run of the house, including being the queen bee over six
young girls already in residence.  As instructed, she was always nude.  The
day after they returned from Switzerland, he spent a few hours with his
main house whore, Tiffany.  She had managed to weasel her way to the top of
the house whore ladder pretty quickly.  When Tiffany and Yvette locked
eyes, Yvette scowled and vehemently cursed her in French saying, "Vous êtes
un chien baise salope.  Rester à l'écart de mon papa [You're a dog fucking
bitch.  Stay away from my Papa."]

   Tiffany was taken aback and left speechless.  Even though she couldn't
understand French, she knew she'd just been cursed out.  She felt very
intimidated, especially by Yvette's undeniable, extreme beauty and the fact
that the French beauty was so possessive of her Papa.

   Tiffany, who was now almost thirteen, had come to Aiden when she was
eleven by the usual route with runaways.  She ran away from her alcoholic
biker dad's Fargo, North Dakota home after she overheard a phone
conversation he was having with one of his biker friends.  Seems he was
planning on taking her to the Sturgis Bike Rally in South Dakota and
pimping her eleven-year-old holes and using the girl to make some serious
cash.

   She was pierced through the heart that he simply couldn't keep it in the
family.  He started abusing the pretty girl when she was just four.  She
learned how to suck cock at five and he taught her well.  He used to tell
her she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose she was so good.  Like
a Cambodian whore in a baby brothel, she could deepthroat his seven-inch
cock by six.  She figured that he had probably pumped about five gallons of
cum directly into her stomach over the previous six years.  He had been
fucking her ass since she was six, and she was seriously thinking of
letting him have her cherry; but now, all bets were off, and she was outta
there.

   So, one night while he was passed out on the sofa, she stole all the
cash from his wallet, hopped a bus and got as far as Kansas City.  Within
thirty minutes of stepping off the bus, she was picked up by a female
"spotter" with the MS-13 gang.  One look at the girl told the gang
chieftain that she would bring top dollar from the West Coast "Big Man" who
had put the word out that he was in the market for top shelf, preteen
pussy.

   Tiffany is an extremely pretty girl; in the classic, Nordic sense.  She
has long, straight blonde hair with gray eyes and angular features.  Her
mouth is wide, with almost thin lips.  She works her best magic with that
mouth.  She has very light, almost pale, porcelain skin and beautiful
little tits; a little over an "A" cup with conical shaped breasts.  Her
pastel pink, puffy nipples push straight out begging to be suckled.  She
has a small, distinctive birthmark just outside her left areola.

   She has a sleek, compact pussy with puffy, thin outer lips; no extra
flesh on that muff.  The tips of her pink, inner lips curl outward a little
to give the appearance of blushing flower petals opening to show a pink,
prominent clitoral hood.  When Aiden first got her, Tiffany's pussy was
bald and as smooth as a baby's ass, now, she has a soft, downy, blonde
covering on her mons, but her sleek, thin lips are still hairless.

   Overall, though, there was always something about the girl that Aiden
didn't like.  He could never put his finger on it, but even though her
pussy was virgin when he acquired her, she simply seemed too eager to
"please papa." Aiden was blinded by the girl's oral talents and sometimes,
he would call for her in the middle of the night to give him a "Tiffany
special," even if another little girl was in his bed.

   She would do anything to please Papa.  She seemed to know when to act
innocent or play the dirty whore.  At first, she seemed like "Aiden
material." But she wasn't so virginal and didn't seem to have a problem
using her talents to get ahead.  Whenever he had celebrity guests over for
a party, she entertained many top stars and directors, but there was
something that most men didn't seem to like, albeit elusive to pinpoint. 
After her popularity with his guests began to wane, he would farm her out
to fuck "B-grade" actors who liked their pussy young.

   Having spent the last three weeks with Yvette, it finally dawned on him
what it was that was irritating about Tiffany.  For years, Aiden had wanted
a child lover who was genuinely responsive and took pleasure in pleasing
him.  Tiffany was an extremely proficient whore who should have been an
academy award winning actress.  The missing link was the fact that Tiffany
was simply putting on a performance.  She was just a much prettier, better
class of the kind of mechanically proficient, trailer trash whore that he
despised.  Yvette, on the other hand, didn't pretend to be something she
wasn't.  She didn't lie about who or what she was.  She made a decision to
be Aiden's whore and she loved her job and her papa.  She didn't have to
act, she didn't have to perform.  She just loved having sex, in all of its
forms, with her papa.  Point of fact, Yvette and Aiden were alike.  For
good or evil, they didn't lie about who or what they were and there was no
pretense between them.

   With that realization, Aiden decided that Tiffany had to go.  He
wouldn't sell her, like piece of common fuck meat, but she wouldn't be in
his house much longer.

   After leaving his session with Tiffany, Yvette was pissed, and hurt. 
Aiden made it up to her by licking both of her holes until her stomach
cramped from cumming so much, and she begged him to fuck her in either
hole, she didn't care just fuck her.  Aiden was more than happy to oblige.

   Aiden had been back from Switzerland for only a week when he received a
call from Myra.  Just the way she said "boss," he knew there was something
wrong.  He thought, "With all this cat fighting shit between Yvette and
Tiffany, I don't need any more extraneous bullshit!'

   Myra didn't waste any time in getting to the point.  "Boss, there's a
serious problem.  It's about that girl, Anna Maria.  I got a call from Ken
a few hours ago saying that Nick Manchik, you know, Micky?  Well, he beat
the crap out of Ken for following the girl you wanted investigated.  I
quickly called Nadelmann to find out exactly who this girl is.  He did a
high priority search, and guess what?  She's Micky's fucking niece!  I
called Dave, his brother-in-law, and he said that she's the relative he
thinks Micky was messing with, but he couldn't positively swear to that. 
What got Micky involved out here was that it seems that, of all people, her
fucking gym teacher is a pervert and had been harassing her.  She contacted
Micky and asked for help."

   "Micky busted up the guy's face pretty bad and then crippled him by
destroying his right knee.  Afterwards, because of his new line of work
with us, he didn't want to draw any attention to her by meeting with her,
especially right around the time all this shit with her gym teacher was
going down.  So, he watched her from afar for a few days.  That's when he
discovered Ken tailing her."

   "He bushwhacked Ken, and beat him senseless until Ken gave him your name
?  your real name.  Now, Micky is demanding to meet with you in person,
like right now.  Ken is waiting for a call from me.  What do I tell him?"

   Shaking his head in disgust, Aiden replied tersely, "Tell Ken to
blindfold him and bring him here.  After Micky arrives, I'll make damn sure
Kevin takes Ken out and gives him his severance pay.  I also want the name
of the investigator who did the research on that fucking girl.  He's a
walking dead man, got it?"

   "Completely, Boss.  I'll take care of the investigator personally."

   "You do that!  Next time, it will be your ass that's in a sling if
there's a fuck-up like this ever again.  Do we understand each other?"

   "Yes, Boss.  I fucked up.  I thought she was just another pretty girl.
It will never happen again."

   "Myra, if I didn't trust you completely, you'd be waiting for the bullet
to come yourself, but don't let it happen again."

   "It won't, Aiden, I can promise you that."

   "Alright.  Tell Ken to bring him to the house.  I guess it's time to
meet the wunderkind whose been tearing up the Southeast and snatching all
those lovely little girls for us face-to-face."

   - Chapter 7 A Meeting of the Minds Just after sunrise, the intercom
buzzed and the guard let Aiden know that Ken, along with his expected
guest, had arrived.  Micky was frisked, and had his pistol taken.  He was
told he would get it back when he left.

   When he saw the car pull up from the entry window, Aiden opened the door
as Micky was getting out of the car.  He extended his hand with a big
friendly smile to Micky saying, "Nick Manchik!  We should have met a long
time ago."

   Micky took Aiden's proffered hand and replied, "Aiden?  The pleasure is
mine sir."

   Being the gracious host, Aiden guided Micky into the house and directed
him to the bathroom where he could freshen up.  Although they had a lot to
talk about, Aiden wanted Micky to be refreshed, comfortable and relaxed
after the long drive up the coast.

   Micky's eyes about exploded when he saw Shakira, Aiden's house maid, as
she led him to the veranda.  Once seated, Aiden made sure that his best
house whores, including a dark-haired beauty named Olivia, who Micky
himself had snatched, was one of the girls serving the continental
breakfast.  Looking intently at her, he didn't remember her being that
pretty before, but as she served them, Micky could plainly see she was
fucking gorgeous.  Aiden smiled and played with her pussy lips as she
served him.  She gently pushed her pelvis forward, inviting his touch. 
After a few tickles, he playfully swatted her butt and dismissed her.

   As she was walking away, she looked over her shoulder at them and
continued on into the house with her tray.  Aiden chuckled and quipped,
"Remember her?  You acquired her for me.  I've been very pleased with your
work.  You have an excellent eye for beauty and talent."

   Micky wanted to get right down to business and ploughed straight ahead
like a bull in a china shop.  Aiden was a little put off by his lack of
tact, but gave no hint as to his feelings.  He simply thought that Micky
was a field agent and was being ruled by emotion instead of negotiating
with his head.  Completely understandable.

   Because Aiden had touched his life by showing an interest in Anna Maria,
Micky's protective nature prevented him from seeing, that to Aiden, she was
just another beautifully packaged piece of preteen pussy.  She was of no
real importance to him, he would just grab another.  Micky called the
incident a "situation."

   Aiden chuckled.  "Situation?  We have no situation.  The girl in
question?  She came to my attention because of, well ...  her obvious
traits.  I am seeking someone very special for an important project of
mine. I take it you have an interest in her?"

   "She is very dear to me, dearer than my own life.  Before we can do
anything I need your assurance that she will not be bothered in any way."

   "I heard one of her teachers recently had a bad accident.  Surely you
had no involvement in that, did you?"

   Micky didn't reply, but the look on his face gave Aiden the answer he
was looking for.

   Again, Aiden chuckled, leaned forward and put his hand on Micky's
forearm saying, "Relax, Nick, we're on the same side.  I'm not your enemy."

   That statement defused the entire conversation.  Micky leaned forward
and extended his hand in friendship with a smile.  Aiden shook Micky's
hand, smiled and turned towards the house.  Suddenly the "dessert"
appeared. Seven of the prettiest morsels of little girl flesh between the
ages of eight and fourteen paraded onto the veranda.  Out of the seven
girls, four of them were between the ages of eight and ten.  They sat at a
table off to the side where the two serving girls sat.

   Knowing Micky loved little girl pussy and much as he did, Aiden swept
his arm in their direction and offered him his pick of any of the girls he
wanted to service him.  Micky was stunned at all the beautiful little
girls, but one, the oldest, piqued his interest.  He was drawn to her
beautiful face, trim developing body, and long, lean legs.  Their eyes met,
they connected immediately and Aiden noticed.  "Aaah, yes," he said, "the
lovely and enchanting Tiffany.  You do have fine taste Mr.  Manchik."

   Even though Micky was a little weak in the knees over Tiffany, he held
back his desires and decided to keep business ahead of pleasure.  They got
up, and talked while walking through the estate's grounds.  Stories were
exchanged and business needs discussed.  Micky realized that Aiden could
talk for hours and not reveal anything of importance and still be
fascinating.

   They had a light lunch and retired to Aiden's library.  Aiden decided it
was time to get down to real business and called Micky by his real name. 
Once said, the look on Micky's face was undeniably one of shock and
surprise.  Aiden said that the time for pretense was past and that they
needed to be completely honest with each other.  Aiden then revealed that
he knew everything about Micky, as he does about everyone that works for
him, but somehow, the fact that Anna Maria was related to Micky wasn't
ascertained during his background check.  Micky understood from Aiden's
comment that the investigator was going to pay for that oversight with his
life.  Micky was even surprised that Aiden knew about his brother, Jimmy,
who was laundering all of his ill-gotten fortune for him.

   Micky was surprised by the amount of information Aiden had at his
fingertips about him and admitted being at a disadvantage.  Aiden then
proceeded to share a condensed version of his life with Micky.

   Feeling that it was time to end their little soirée, Aiden let Micky
know that he knew all about his sister Dena and her success on the court,
offering to help promote her endorsements.  Aiden not only wanted Micky to
realize that his family was a lot more vulnerable than he ever thought
possible, but that he could also be a priceless ally to have in his corner.


   Micky answered by openly telling Aiden that if he thought Aiden was ever
messing with his family, one of them would be dead.  Aiden was not moved,
nor did he feel threatened in any way by Micky's remark.  But Micky did
gain Aiden's respect.  They became allies, and, as much as was possible
given their positions, parted as friends.

   - Chapter 8 A Breeding Protocol is Established

   Aiden had power and loved demonstrating it to prove his dominance over
his domain ?  and his people.  He had Yvette between his legs nursing on
his cock again, just for the shock value, when Dr.  Paquet was escorted to
the pool deck.  She was completely aghast and couldn't believe that Mr. 
Bartlett would actually have a naked, little preteen girl on display and
giving him oral sex.

   She sat and stared as the beautiful, blonde, curly-haired beauty worked
his cock like a three dollar whore.  She was bobbing and swirling making
all of the sounds of sucking and slurping.  The doctor couldn't believe
that the little girl appeared to really be enjoying what she was doing. 
Aiden stroked her hair as he smiled at the shocked doctor.  He looked down
and said, `Alright, baby, get the daddy cream."

   Yvette hummed and nodded as she worked to bring him off.  She had
learned when he was going to shoot and, within two minutes she drove him
all the way down into her throat as Aiden lifted up and grunted.  After
milking him dry, she slowly pulled off of his cock with a slurp.  Yvette
sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled
innocently at the doctor.

   Dr.  Paquet had an astonished look on her face.  Aiden smiled and said,
"Dr.  Paquet, I'd like you to meet Yvette.  Yvette, this is Dr.  Paquet. 
She is going to be your new doctor.  She will make you capable of having a
baby."

   "Bonjour, Madame Paquet.  [Pleased to meet you.]

   "Bonjour, Yvette."

   Aiden cut in, "Dr.  Paquet, Yvette here is nine years old.  She is fifty
inches tall and weighs sixty-six pounds.  She's a little thin for her age,
and she has not yet reached menarche.  I want her pregnant; today isn't
soon enough.  I need you to make it happen.  Tell me how long it will take
before she can be inseminated with a gender selected ovum, and carry it to
term.  I want treatment to begin immediately."

   The doctor felt sick.  She didn't realize the full extent to which Aiden
had attached his purse strings to her research funding.  Dr.  Paquet had
Yvette stand.  She took a quick look at the girl and said, "Well, she is in
Tanner stage two of breast development.  She barely has breast buds.  She
is at Tanner stage one of prepubertal development without any signs of
pubic hair.  I'll have to take a blood sample, but with hormonal therapy,
she might be ready in three or four months.  And that's if I really push
it. Anything faster could really wreak havoc with her development."

   Aiden told her, "Then do it.  Take the sample, go back to the lab and
call me this evening with the results, a treatment schedule and a
reasonable date when she can be inseminated."

   Nodding, Dr.  Paquet reached for her bag.  Just then, Aidens's laptop
gave him a notification from a familiar "dot onion" URL, and opening the
TOR software, Aiden answered it.  It was a voice conversation, similar to
Skype from one his ultra DeepNet addresses.  He opened the link.  The voice
on the other end said, "Boss, we have two more.  They are absolutely
exquisite!  In fact, I think these beauties make that French girl look like
a skank."

   "Where did you get them?"

   "One is a Ukrainian child model named Katya Shostakova.  She's nine,
tall and willowy with brilliant hazel eyes and long, curly, reddish, auburn
hair.  She's damn near five foot tall and simply beautiful!  The other girl
is a Japanese child model/actress named Kyoko Watanabe.  She's only seven,
and she's tiny, Boss: very tiny.  Hell, you'll be lucky to get a finger in
her much less a cock.  I don't know if she'll work for your project, but
just looking at her will give you a hardon!  I'm not exaggerating, these
beauties are to fucking die for!" We're holding both of them at Charlie
Delta Niner."

   "Send them express delivery to destination Alpha.  I expect to take
delivery by noon tomorrow, local time."

   "Yes, Boss, you've got it."

   As she was drawing Yvette's blood sample, Aiden told her, "Doctor, you
will have two more patients to examine tomorrow.  I'd like you to be here
at three P.M."

   Dr.  Paquet finished drawing the blood sample and replied, "As you wish,
Mr.  Bartlett."

   "Doctor," Aiden said, "One of them is seven years old.  Is that going to
be a problem?"

   "Mr.  Bartlett, I'm a doctor, not a magician.  Do you know how big she
is?"

   "Unseen, I've been told she's very tiny."

   "How much time do I have to work a medical miracle on this very tiny
seven year-old?"

   "The other girl is nine.  If you can get Yvette and this other nine
year-old pregnant within two months I'll give you nine months with the
seven year-old."

   "Mr.  Bartlett, I'm not sure if I can do this.  I never would have
thought that I would be using my science to impregnate little girls.  A
very tiny seven year-old?  What's the purpose in all of this, sir?"

   "Let me remind you, Dr.  Paquet, your lab, with all the bells and
whistles you wanted, cost 2.7 million dollars.  Your expenses for three
months work is 1.2 million dollars and counting.  I told both you and
Dr.Wernz that I would be using your medical expertise and science to
accomplish a radically new approach to fertility that no one has ever
taken. Both of you thought it was, let me see now...  I think your exact
words were, oh yes: "I am deeply honored and will devote all my energies to
accomplishing this cutting edge science."

   "Now, you get your ass back to the lab and analyze that blood sample. 
And when you arrive at three P.M.  tomorrow, you will examine two other
girls for the purpose of impregnating them.  If you can't do that, then
both you and your research will come to a very abrupt end.  Do you
comprehend what I am saying, Dr.  Paquet?"

   "I understand completely, Mr.  Bartlett."

   "I'm paying for and expect results.  Until tomorrow, good evening,
Doctor."

   "Good evening, Mr.  Bartlett.  Au revoir, Yvette."

   Yvette smiled and replied, "Au revoir, Madame Paquet."

   Aiden looked at the kneeling Yvette, she smiled back.  He motioned for
her to come to him and like a little two-year-old, she climbed up into his
lap with a giggle.  He cuddled her and asked her how she felt about being a
mother.  She shrugged and asked him why he wanted little girls to take a
special medicine and have babies; why not just make a big girl pregnant?

   He replied "Because girls like you are the most beautiful in the world.
Did you know that the most perfect eggs you will ever have are the very
first ones you release?  I want my babies to have the very best that you,
and several other special girls like you can give.  Do you understand?"

   ["What do I have to teach my baby], Papa?"

   "I will explain all of that tomorrow when your sisters get here.  They
will be your sister mothers, do you understand?"

   "Oui, Papa," she replied, ["Do you only like to do sex with little
girls?"]

   "Yes, Princess, I do."

   ["Have you ever hurt a girl like my uncle Jacque hurt me?"]

   "Yes, a very long time ago.  I realized how bad that was and never did
it again."

   ["I'm glad.  I like the way you treat me.  I like doing sex things with
you because you always make me feel good.  I love you, Papa"]

   "I'm sweet on you, too, Princess." Aiden thought about what he'd just
said.

   Damn!  I need to think about this.  I believe that this little French
girl is really getting to me.

   Aiden caught himself and quickly said, "I'm glad you like what we do. 
Now, tomorrow there will be two more girls who are going to be just like
you.  They will have my babies also.  Since you are the momma of this
house, you have to teach them what to do.  You have to teach them what I
like and how to please me.  You have always done what I have asked, so I
have never punished you, but if you were bad and didn't obey me, I promised
to sell you didn't I?"

   "Oui, Papa.  [I never want to leave you.  I will always do what you
say."]

   "That's my good girl!  When these two girls arrive, don't be bossy or
mean.  Just teach them what they need to know to make me happy.  Do you
understand?"

   "Oui, Papa, [I will be nice to them."]

   "Papa, s'il vous pla"t, liquez moi ce soir: ma chatte et mon butt trou?"
[Papa, will you please lick me tonight: both my pussy and my butt hole
too?]

   "Sure, Princess.  Anything for my new little mama.  Now, go get washed
up for dinner."

   "Oui, Papa."

   Sliding off his lap, Aiden gave her a playful slap on the butt.  She
giggled as she shook her little butt at him and scampered off.

   After dinner, Aiden told Yvette to go play some video games in her room.
She had every game system along with a superfast gaming computer and it was
all hooked up to a fifty-five inch flat screen monitor hanging on the wall.


   At eight o'clock, Dr.  Paquet called.  When asked about Yvette's blood
test results, she answered, "Yvette's human chorionic gonadotropin, or hCG,
hormone level is almost where it should be for ovulation.  She could
conceivably have her LH hormone surge within six months.  Ovulation occurs
within 24 to forty-two hours after the surge.  She will reach menarche
about fourteen days after her first ovulation.  Why don't we let nature
take its course and let her reach menarche naturally?"

   "The answer is simple doctor.  I want her pregnant now: not in six
months!  With hormone injections, when will her uterus lining be ready for
implantation of a fertilized egg?  "

   "I think that with a daily injection of Pregnyl, and a trigger injection
of LH in three weeks, she'll not only be ready for implantation, she just
may ovulate on her own.  Do you want her to bear twins: both her ovulated
egg and the in vitro egg also?  Mind you now, she's only nine."

   "Do it!  Draw a few eggs, fertilize them with my X chromosome sperm and
have them ready.  Implant one and if she ovulates an egg, remove it,
fertilize it and re-implant it.  I don't care if she has to lie in bed with
a sonogram tech monitoring her 24/7.  I want her first released egg
fertilized and implanted in her womb.  That also goes for every girl I want
impregnated.  A word of warning, doctor, if any of my girls becomes
pregnant with a male, you'll not only abort it, you'll pay dearly for it."

   "Yes, Mr.  Bartlett, I understand completely.  I will be there at 9
A.M.. to administer her first injection."

   "Good night, Doctor, we'll see you in the morning." Click.

   Aiden then called the owner of a commercial construction company, that
was being fronted by the Latin gang Los Zetas.  He wanted them to begin an
addition onto the house that would be a state-of-the-art medical delivery
room in preparation for his preteen mothers' deliveries.  After hanging up,
he remembered he had to check on, and verify if an OB/GYN that was
inquiring around about a little girl to play with had been setup and taped.
Aiden thought that the good doctor's 'search was like cosmic timing.  He'd
get the fine doctor on video tape, molesting a girl, and then blackmail the
man.  Then he would have his own private OB/GYN for the care of his own
young mothers without fear of the births ever being reported.

   While it was on his mind, he called Ted, his NSA technician who was
handling the doctor's acquisition.  Ted told him that the fine doctor had a
date with an eight year-old black girl at their wired house that evening.
He assured Aiden that by the next day, the doctor would be "serving a new
client list."

   In addition to the doctor, Aiden contacted both James Nadelmann and Don
Silva, via DeepNet in regards to finding him some medical personnel.  He
wanted an anesthesiologist, a delivery/neonatal nurse, and a high
resolution sonogram technician.  He told them they had to be acquired
within thirty days.

   If the two girls being delivered the next day checked out, he wanted to
acquire at least two more first class girls to complete his breeding harem.
After remembering what Johnson said about the little Japanese girl, he may
need three.

   Next, Aiden logged onto the DeepNet and opened a text chat with Lisa
Ling.  She was the headmistress for his new prep school in Seattle,
Washington.  Lisa was from Hong Kong.  She first worked her way up the
ladder in the 14-K Triad as a deadly "cleaner." She was a ruthless,
sociopath who also happened to be a lesbian pedophile.  She was also very
savvy when it came to running a small operation.  She moved to San
Francisco where she oversaw Aiden's interests there.  When word got out
that there was a position for a headmistress of Aiden's new prep school,
there were four women from various gangs that applied.  When it was time to
make his decision, mysteriously Lisa was the only applicant left.  Needless
to say, Lisa got the job.

   Aiden informed Lisa that she would be getting some help with running the
school.  A very competent and loyal employee named Thomas Donahue was being
appointed as the overall "Chancellor" for all the schools and would be
based in Seattle.  At first Lisa was infuriated and raged at Aiden for
sending a spy to watch over her.  Aiden let her vent and replied, "Let me
make this clear ...  I will only comment once on this ...  I run this show
and I alone will decide how to run my own fucking operation.  If you doubt
or question me, you'll disappear quicker than your competitors for your job
disappeared!  Mr.  Donahue will be there tomorrow and your job is to make
sure that his every need is taken care of.  This man will make all of us
wealthier than we ever imagined.  Stay out of his way and understand, if he
says something, I have said something!"

   After a short pause, Lisa replied, "Yes sir, it shall be taken care of.
I will see to him myself."

   He asked her how enrollment was going.  She said that they had one
hundred-sixteen girls from the Western states of California, Nevada, Oregon
and Washington.  Thirty-five of them were from the very affluent Seattle
Chinese community.  Thirty girls from this Western states group had been
registered for full boarding curriculum.  She had also been in
communication with her 14-KTriad contacts in Canada.  They tentatively had
125 girls, ages four through fifteen, who were being finalized.  The
Seattle Preparatory Academy for Girls, soon to be called "The Rolfe
Academy" would open the new school year with two hundred and forty-one
girls.  Lisa said that looking through the possible "trainees," there might
possibly be three or four that he might be personally interested in
training.  The others would bring a good price on the open market.  Aiden
told her to forward the "possibles" to him through DarkNet when the data
was available.

   Aiden usually kept several girls in the house for entertainment
purposes. At the moment, he had three Caucasian girls, an Asian, a black
Mulatto, and a Latina in his "slave quarters:" One fourteen, one thirteen,
one twelve, one ten, a nine and an eight-year-old.  His breeding harem
consisted of Yvette, and the two new girls would make three that he would
be concentrating his efforts to prepping and getting them pregnant.  Every
time he thought of a pregnant preteen, he just wanted to fuck the shit out
of Yvette.

   After taking care of business, he sat back and recalled his earlier
thoughts about Yvette.  For the past week or so, she had been telling him
that she loved him.  What was most remarkable was that in the thirty-four
years he had been having sexual contact with little girls, Yvette was the
most eager, receptive and responsive child lover he had ever had.

   `Am I in love or in lust?  I've never had a girl who responds to me like
she does.  She's the perfect lover.  I can't help it, I do feel affection
for her, but it's foolish to let go and care about her.  She'll fuck up
some day and I'll have to sell her.  They all do...  Besides, she's just a
fuck toy.

   `Fuck!  I can't help it, she just gets to me...'

   Aiden went upstairs to Yvette's bedroom.  She wasn't there.  He checked
her bathroom; not there either.  He stepped out into the hallway and called
for her.  Faintly down the hall, he heard, "Oui, Papa, [I'm in here.]"

   "Damn," he chuckled to himself, "she's in my bedroom."

   When he stepped into the room, he was surprised at the sight she
presented.  She and Aiden had been playing around with light bondage. 
Aiden wasn't really into any BDSM stuff, but occasionally, he liked to tie
a girl up, warm her bottom with a flogger and turn her butt cheeks a pretty
bright pink.

   He had a dungeon, of sorts, but it was mostly for atmosphere and playing
a scene where he could bind a girl using cuffs and secure her on various
apparatus for toying with or simply fucking the little bitch.  There was a
certain thrill in fucking a little girl senseless while she was tied and
crying because he was burying his seven inches in her vise-like rectum. 
The little ones, the small five and six year olds, seemed to really boil
his blood and make his cock so hard it ached.  If Aiden had any real
weakness in life, it was the little ones.  `Probably a childhood thing.  I
can remember fucking around with little Carmelita when I was seven,' he
thought.  `Why do Latina girls like things up their ass?'

   It seemed that Yvette had expressed a curiosity to be tied up.  Once he
tied her, she loved it and developed a kink for being tied with her knees
pulled back against her chest with her elbows behind her knees, and bound
to her thighs.  In this position, she was completely vulnerable and her
entire nether region was raised, spread open and available for fucking. 
Because this was a new area that Yvette wanted to explore, he was
contemplating hiring a master in Kinbaku, or Japanese erotic rope bondage,
to teach him the intricate art.  From playing around with Yvette, the idea
of a bound little girl was appealing more and more to him.

   While looking at the tied little nine-year-old on his bed, Aiden thought
there would be a very lucrative market for selling photos and videos of a
little girl bound in the intricate, ancient form of bondage, suspended with
a cock in her mouth, in her pussy or in her ass.  Imagine a hogtied little
seven year-old suspended with a hook up her ass as a man shoved his cock
down her throat.  WOW!  As he looked at the tied little morsel on his bed,
he had a wicked thought.  `I wonder what that tiny little Japanese girl
that's coming tomorrow would look like dressed in a kimono, her baby pussy
exposed and all trussed up in red and black rope, with my cum dripping out
of her pussy?  I guess we'll wait and see!'

   That thought had Aiden starting to get hard as he stared at the little
French pastry looking deliciously edible with her ass up in the air. 
Walking to the bed, and patting her upturned ass, Aiden smiled and said,
"My, my, my, what have we here?  I have to give you credit, girl, you sure
are inventive.  How the hell did you get yourself all trussed up like that?

   Giggling, the little tart replied, "Oh, Papa, [it wasn't easy.  I had to
put the cuffs on, then tie my legs back to my shoulders, then with two "D"
rings, I clipped the wrist cuffs together after I pried my elbows behind my
knees.  Do I look good enough to eat, Papa?]"

   "Um, um, um!  Looks like a fat, juicy clam in creamy girl sauce to me! I
just luv clams!"

   "Liquez moi, Papa.  Veuillez liquez moi [Lick me, Papa.  Please lick
me."]

   When he saw her glistening slit, he shook his head and said, "You're
already sopping wet, you little slut." She just giggled and tried to shimmy
her upturned ass.  He ate her sweet, dripping cunt to three crushing
orgasms, and another two with his tongue buried an inch inside her asshole

   "Veuillez, Papa, rien de plus.  Mon estomac fait mal de culminant
[Please, Papa, no more.  My stomach hurts from cumming."]

   "Have it your way, you naughty little girl.  Now, it's my turn.  I'm
gonna put seven inches of cock right up that pretty little pink star of
yours and fill your guts with my cum!"

   The little bitch smiled and got a feral look in her eyes and growled,
"Veuillez papa, baiser mon ass.  Je veux que vous me l'intérieur [Please
daddy, fuck my ass.  I want you deep inside me."]

   From all the oral attention he'd given her cunt and asshole, she was
wetter than a slippery eel.  Aiden set the head of his cock against her
pink little pucker.  She clinched for a second and he slapped her butt
cheek saying, "Pull that ass open for me, Bitch.  Give me your ass!"

   Stretching her hands in the cuffs, Yvette pulled her cheeks apart and
her sphincter opened about a half-inch.  Aiden pushed and slid into her
about two inches.  The girl grunted and locked his cock in place as she
exhaled sharply trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion.  Aiden chuckled
and said, "Whose ass is this?"

   "Il s'agit de la vôtre, Papa.  Il s'agit de votre ass [It's yours, Papa.
It's your ass."]

   "That's right.  It's mine, and now, I'm gonna fuck it and fuck it good
and deep!"

   Aiden began slowly; but after a couple of minutes, he was driving deep
into the nine year-old's bowels.  Yvette had her head back and grunted out
"Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" with every forceful thrust.  In between pants, the girl
grunted out, "Il est tellement profonde, Papa.  Je peux ressentir en
profondeur dans mon ventre !  [It's so deep, Papa.  I can feel it deep in
my belly!"].

   Yvette always seemed to connect with Aiden.  She had a sixth sense about
what he wanted.  She knew speaking French to him when they fucked drove him
wild.  After she told him how deep in her belly he was, she knew it
wouldn't be long before he blasted her.  Her impassioned statement was
enough to push him over the edge and he pulled out and hurried towards her
face.  His little lover knew he wanted his load on her tongue and she
turned her head towards him and begged, "S'il vous plait Papa, je vous en
prie.  Veuillez Papa, éjaculation dans ma bouche.  Permettez-moi ce gout!
[Papa, I'm begging of you.  Please Papa, cum in my mouth.  Let me taste
it!"]

   Aiden shot a massive first spurt right into the back of Yvette's throat.
She heaved, but swallowed quickly.  The second blast shot across her lips
and she opened her mouth wide just as he shot two more spurts right onto
her tongue.  She started to close her mouth to swallow, but Aiden shoved
his cock in-between her cum-covered lips.  She sucked him a good four
inches deep into her mouth to finish draining his balls.  After four good
sucks, he pulled out saying, "My god, girl, you're trying to suck my balls
right up through my urethra!"

   Yvette giggled as she licked her lips to get as much cum as she could
off of her lips and chin with her tongue.  She still had strands of cum
hanging from her chin as she smiled up at him.

   Looking down at his smiling, cum dripping little fucktoy, he shook his
head and said, "You're gonna be the fucking death of me yet, you little
whore."

   Yvette just smiled and said, "Mais je suis votre putain, Papa. 
Seulement le vôtre.  [But I'm your whore, Papa.  Only yours."]

   The next morning, Aiden and Yvette were eating breakfast when Dr. 
Paquet arrived.  The fine doctor was again taken aback, but this time by
Aiden's maid.  She was a fifteen year-old, Gorean-trained Saudi house slave
that he'd purchased from his Saudi prince client.  She was a total
submissive and trained specifically to be a domesticated house slave.  She
was exotic to look at, a great maid, and totally devoted to him, but Aiden
had no interest in fucking her.

   It seemed that the stuffy, starched-collar doctor appeared to be
disgusted by Shakira's maid's uniform, but Aiden had no problem seeing the
prudish doctor's eyes as she realized her panties were becoming soggy. 
Shakira wore only a set of nipple rings connected together with a fine,
gold, looped chain.  Each nipple was in turn attached to a gold clit ring.
She also wore slave bells on her ankles and they tinkled as she moved
around the kitchen.

   When the doctor sat down at the table, she stared as Shakira stood by
her master's side.  Aiden asked, "Can she get you anything, Dr.  Paquet? 
Orange juice, coffee or tea...  perhaps a little pussy?"

   Observing the French doctor, he thought `Boy, Nadelmann was right; she
is a lez.  It looks like my exotic Arabic housemaid has an admirer!'

   "Ah...  ah" the doctor stammered, "Coffee would be nice."

   Shakira gave her a respectful head bow, a Mona Lisa smile and went to
retrieve the coffee.  Turning to Aiden, Dr.  Paquet said, "Well, I finished
the blood panels this morning.  I've worked out a dosage of Pregnyl, which
I will begin today.  I think we can expect to see Yvette ovulate within the
next three or four weeks.

   "Do you have a room where we can set up an ultrasound machine?  We will
need to measure her follicle length after two weeks to determine the exact
time of ovulation.  You're are certain that you want me to implant two
zygotes in her, correct?"

   Shakira set the doctor's coffee in front of her.  Nodding her thanks,
Celia Paquet gave the pierced teen a second look, and then sipped her
coffee.

   "That's correct.  Yes, we can set the ultrasound up in the room down the
hall."

   "When her hormone levels are close, she will have to have an ultrasound
every four hours to do what you want accomplished.  That's the only way to
catch an ovulated ovum in her fallopian tube.  "

   "Good.  I will monitor her hormone levels twice a day until she reaches
the point of ovulation.  What you want may not be feasible or medically
sound.  From experience, I think the most effective way to inseminate a
girl of her age and have a viable pregnancy would be to use a technique
called intrauterine insemination.  If we can fertilize an oocyte right in
her womb that she has naturally released, the chances of a successful
pregnancy are greatly increased with minimal invasive procedures.  We
locate the egg, and then flood the immediate area around the egg with
sperm.

   "I'm telling you, Mr.  Bartlett, in vitro egg aspiration is invasive and
it could take up to three weeks or more for a girl her age to recover from.
We couldn't possibly inseminate her if she is recovering from the trauma of
the egg retrieval.  I recommend that you reconsider your expectations. 
Let's fertilize the one egg she releases naturally and she will have an
excellent chance of carrying a fetus to full term."

   "Like I said, doctor," Aiden reiterated, "I don't care if she's
bedridden and attached to the damn machine.  I want her first egg
fertilized."

   As Dr.  Paquet was swabbing Yvette's arm for the injection, she
answered, "I understand.  I'll do it.  As long as you know what's
involved."

   "You just do what you have to do and she will obey me and do what you
want, right, Sweetie?"

   Nodding, Yvette answered, "Oui, Papa, Je vais obéir [I will obey."]

   Aiden reminded the doctor that he had two more girls coming that
afternoon.  She said she would examine them and take blood samples when she
gave Yvette her afternoon injection.  Having collaborated on the plan of
action, Dr.  Paquet left.
   To Be Continued ...