Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I saw her as soon as I walked into the run-down sitting room of the brothel. She was very thin, I could almost see her bones, and her skin was so pale it seemed both to glow and be translucent. She had long, thin, fine limp hair so blond it was almost white. Big moon eyes, full cheeks, tiny bow tie pink lips, and the way she cowered in the corner completed the picture of a sad starving angel. She wore a threadbare cotton dress. It was made to be a calf length garment for a grade school girl. On her it was too tight even for her almost non existent frame, molding itself against the bumps of her little tits and not quite managing to completely cover her butt and sex. Equally thread bare, too small, and torn cotton panties squeezed and framed the curves of that region. She had not been given shoes. My cock jumped and surged at the site of her. My lusty gaze made her shrink and shiver. As the old man who ran this house came forward, I told my translator that she was the one I wanted. The sing-song of foreign tongues engaged in negotiations filled the room. It did not concern me. In this third world country, I was filthy rich. Whatever amount they settled on would only be a pittance to me. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock as my eyes devoured her. The voice of my translator interrupted my reverie. -This one is new, she has only arrived this afternoon. She is pure, and she is not co-operative. She will be very expensive, and she will fight. Maybe you would like to choose another girl. - As he spoke a bevy of nubile young girls came from the dark recesses and swarmed up to me, smiling and giggling. The sea of firm little breasts, thighs, and buttocks momentarily blocked out my view of the angel. Tonight their inviting smiles did nothing for me --I was after something different. I insisted. The bargain was struck and I paid $100 US dollars, a small fortune over there. But in America, not even a small fortune could buy me this experience. The front of my jeans were slowly becoming soaked as my cock twitched and drooled. A heavyset ruddy faced woman was called forth, and she joined the translator and the brothel owner in approaching the girl in the corner. They did it carefully, as you would come up on a cornered wild animal. I could see the girl tense, and then they moved in. There was a scuffle, thick foreign accented yelling, and her ear piercing screams. The other young girls all around me in the small room yelled out to her, maybe to soothe her, and it seemed like I was the only quiet one in the place. It seemed that I could feel my heartbeat, feel the blood pulsing in my temples, and my cock simply ached. My mouth was dry and I found it hard to swallow. I realized that I had clenched my fists and my nails were digging into my palms. The three of them carried her screaming thrashing little form past me and into the bedroom. The bedroom had no door. It only held a simple metal bed covered in a scratchy grey wool blanket. I had been in that room before, with other girls who were in the sitting room now, taking my pleasures on the rickety bed in full view of all the rest. As they entered the room the young girls swarmed to the sides of the doorway, wide-eyed and transfixed as the three beefy handlers wrestled her down to the mattress and pinned her there. It was not always apparent that they would succeed. There was much shouting and maneuvering, but finally they had her face down across the bed. The old woman held her down by the upper arms, each man had a thigh. She was on her stomach, her tiny round little butt pointing towards the doorway, towards me. I stood transfixed as the room fell silent except for her wails. The girls on either side of the doorway looked at me expectantly, as did the old people holding her down. I walked forward as if in a dream, through the corridor of girls, between her legs, to the edge of the bed. I could feel a strange sensation and realized I was salivating. My whole being was focused on the throbbing in my dick as I unbuttoned my pants and let my rock hard member spring free. It was red and angry, the tip slimy with pre-cum, and it bobbed in time to my racing heartbeat. I could feel the heat coming from it. The globes of her tiny ass were right below my cock. In her struggles the dress had been thrown up around her waist. I noticed the tiny faded pink hearts on her panties, the diagonal weave of the material, the tattered waist trim at the edges, the little holes in the threadbare fabric. I saw the way it sucked to her round ass-cheeks, and the way the cleft of her tiny pussy showed through the cloth. I did not think as I reached down and grabbed them with one hand, snatching the panties off of her body and tossing them to the floor. In my ganked state it seemed an effortless endeavor, though it is a feat I have never been able to repeat. I was mesmerized by the perfect ness of her. The skin was that flawless moon-glow pale. White blond fuzz covered her tiny sex. Her lips were not pink but white, white, wax myrtle white like the rest of her. A string of precum drooled from dick, hitting her firm little thighs. She was still screaming, but it was distant to my ears, like a faraway train. Her sex was tight, formed like a peach carved from marble. I leaned forward, grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her towards me, and ran the head of my steadily running rock hard dick against that almost none existent hair-line split. I watched my juice turn her lips shiny, shivered at the sensation that ran through the head of my cock as it rubbed against the baby-fine flaxen hairs. Then I pushed. Her back arched as I held her hips in place. Her firm little mound did not give. I pushed steadily, pulling her hips to me firmly but insistently. I could feel each little millimeter of gained contact as my head slowly slid into her little groove. The pitch of her wails tuned to a high keening. Half of the head of my dick was in-between her lips, and those lips closed on me so tight and snug, slick with my juices. I felt the pressure build in my nuts and I held still, willing it away, her perfect ass in my hands. I jabbed forward, and the tight little tunnel closed over the head of my dick. I held her hips firmly as she thrashed, keeping them still so that her struggles could not inadvertently carry me over the edge before I was ready. I could feel her bones through the flesh, and had a mental image of indigo purple bruises against wax white flesh. I jabbed again. My dick swelled and surged and I had to stop again, just holding both of us still, waiting, as my member lodged about two inches inside of her. Looking down I could see the veins pulsing. She was so tight, so hot, so slick from my pre-cum. It was driving me mad. I lunged forward, using all of my weight to spear my cock into her body. The sensation as I was wrapped in that tight sheath all the way to my base is simply indescribable. It made my toes curl, I saw stars, the room spun. Through it all I could hear an ear splitting squealing. As I came back to my senses her body was limp beneath me and the only sound to be heard was her soft sobbing. My cum swam around my still raging cock and dripped in a pink mixture with her blood onto the grey blanket. I began to thrust again. This time she did not fight me, she just allowed it. The others slowly let go and moved away. I fucked her hard, pulling most of the way out and then ramming back in, digging and thrusting with my hips for maximum depth. She shook like a rag-doll. I became aware of all the other girls watching and it made a thrill race through me. I fucked her harder. She wailed out and looked back over her shoulder at me in an imploring manner. Her face made me freeze cold deep with-in her. The swollen red eyes and nose, the trail of tears, and the puffed bee-stung lips were breath-taking. The next thing I knew I felt a shiver run through me and I was gushing my seed into her again. Her eyes locked with mine as my cock pumped and twitched inside of her. I held myself there as every last drop drained. The expression on her face was exquisite. My cock jumped and throbbed inside her tight channel until it finally grew soft and slid out. A great flood of cum spilled out after, creating a creamy gooey mess in her splayed, bloody, angry red sex. While she watched I wiped my dick on the blanket and stuffed it back in my pants. Then I turned my back to her, summoned my translator, walked out of the bedroom, through the silent wide-eyed girls in the sitting room, and back out into the world.