Part One: The Sinner

Jack Henderson was a sinner.

We are all sinners, of course. But Jack harbored dark and terrible secrets, and one of his dark secrets was that he would commit sins against his body as he fantasized about himself and Miss Harbor. As Jack lay in bed at night and closed his eyes, he would picture her in his mind, doing all the things to him that his wife would never do. His wife was perfect, unspoiled the day they met and now twenty years later still virginal in so many ways. But Miss Harbor, stern, competent, committed Miss Harbor, she was down on her knees in front of him with his throbbing cock in her mouth...

Oh, God, Jack was such a sinner!

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As the airplane broke through the cloud cover, Jack Henderson stared out the window at the lush green jungle underneath. He'd always heard that Cambodia was a beautiful place but this verdant landscape was beyond description. Cradle of Life sort of beauty.

Thinking of the beauty of the cradle of life, however, was little comfort for him now. He felt, with increasing panic in his throat, the thick fabric strapped to his chest, moist with sweat and feeling far larger and heavier than it had felt only an hour or two earlier. It was a large money belt, filled with ten thousand dollars of US currency in hundred dollar bills.

His fear turned to terror as they flew low over Phnom Penh and the landing gear deployed. Jack had never broken the law in his life, not even so much as jaywalking. And now, a smuggler?

The director of their charity--God's Righteous Angels--was Miss Anne Harbor. Director Harbor was a beautiful woman. A harsh sort of beauty, to be sure, but Jack found her presence always comforting. And when she told him that it was his duty as a Christian to risk imprisonment--even to embrace imprisonment!--and, yes, to sacrifice his life if necessary as their Lord and Savior himself had done; when she told him these things, he understood. At some basic level, he understood her clearly and completely.

Director Harbor told them to be as calm as possible as they spoke to the Cambodian customs officer, and Jack tried, oh he tried so hard. He wanted to please Director Harbor so very badly. Even still, he had to pray and pray for comfort and guidance from his Lord and Savior, and he was shaking so badly when he was talking to the customs officer that he knew it was a miracle, brought to him by the presence of Lord Jesus, that he have been not been caught. With the hand of his Savior he passed through the tribulation. Thank God!

At the hotel, Director Harbor handed them each a map with a star indicating their destinations for the evening. Director Harbor looked something like what Jack remembered librarians to be when he was a kid, a stern sort of beauty. She was selfless and committed, a wonderful woman, and her efforts had saved dozens of girls from a life of terror. Jack was in awe of her. If only he had met her under different circumstances, before he'd married his wife twenty years ago, and before Miss Harbor had wed herself to her cause...

Jack was such a sinner!

"Since the explosion of the sex tourism industry," Director Harbor instructed her acolytes, "these girls are worth an enormous amount of money. But we must pay the least amount possible. I know it is unseemly to bargain for a child's life, but you must remember that our funds are limited. You must be willing to bargain and to walk away if necessary, to leave the girl behind. This is the only way to free as many girls as possible."

All the members of God's Righteous Angels nodded their heads in agreement.

"Once you have purchased a girl, take her via cab to the Hathaway Christian School for Girls. The school is marked on your maps, but the driver should know where it is. At the school, introduce the girl to the employee at the front desk and then leave. It will be her new and blessed home away from the misery of her life as a sexual object for men's prurient and sinful desires. And there she will be raised in a Christian environment and will come to love the Lord."

All of God's Righteous Angels said "Amen."

Jack's destination that night was quite an impressive sight, a huge French colonial mansion, well-lit and surprisingly inviting. Nothing like what Jack had expected a brothel to be. When he told the cab driver his destination, he was mortified by the man's toothless grin, and his clear expectation to be getting an extra tip for delivering Jack to this den of inequity. But Jack muttered a prayer under his breath and played his role as best he could.

He steeled his pounding heart as he pressed the buzzer on the door, not really sure what to expect. But whatever he imagined might happen, he wasn't prepared for the girl that opened the door for him. She was a small girl, and a little plump, and wearing a tiny blue silk nightie that clung to her supple curves. Her unintelligent face broke out in a smile.

"Welcome, Po!" she said. Jack could swear the girl gave a little shake of her breasts as she spoke.

She opened the door for him and Jack was confronted with a sight he had never conceived of before. The room was full of women and girls, some appearing as young as fourteen or fifteen. They were all in various states of undress. As he walked into the room, some began dancing, smiling at him as they lifted their skirts to reveal little string bikini underwear.

Almost involuntarily, one of the younger girls caught his attention. She was taller and thinner than the girl that met him at the door, and younger--this girl looked like she'd barely begun her adolescence. She was dark skinned and thin and had a wide-eyed innocence about her that made Jack ache. A woman sitting next to her noticed that Jack was paying special attention to the girl and she nudged her. The two of them exchanged some discrete words, and the child stood up, somewhat reluctantly.

She started swaying her hips, and the women around her giggled. She looked at them nervously, then smiled, then looked Jack in the face with her wide dark eyes and smiled at him as well. She began dancing, swaying, and walking towards him.

His cock was already hard as an iron rod. His heart was beating so hard, thumping in his chest. He knew it was a sin for him to want this girl, but he couldn't help himself. He was like an adder caught in the trance of a snake charmer.

As she approached him, she reached up and slipped the shoulder strap of her little camisole down her arm, then slipped the other one down as well. She danced to him, slowly pulling the cami down until the loose top hem rested just above her nipples, displaying the tiniest, most adorable little swelling breasts. The ladies were giggling and clapping as they watched the child perform for him.

She was directly in front of him now. She had her hand on the bottom of the cami, as if she was about to pull it down and reveal her prepubescent breasts.

"You want?" she asked him.

Jack's mouth was so dry, he couldn't speak. No, he did not want. It would be a terrible sin to want a child like her. No, no, he did not want.

He nodded.

She smiled, then pulled the cami down and revealed her child's breasts to him. They were tiny, just little bumps swelling from her chest, topped with dollops of dark pink undifferentiated flesh.

The girl dropped down on her knees and began unbuckling his pants.

At this, a man approached.

"Twenty dollar," the man said. "All night. Is virgin. Is twelve year old."

While the man spoke, the girl unclasped Jack's belt and unzipped his pants.

"I want... I want to buy her." Jack's voice was cracking, his throat dry. The girl had pulled down his pants and shorts to his thighs and was gently stroking his engorged cock.

"Is not for sale."

Jack felt precum leaking from his cockhead. The girl leaned in and licked it.

"Oh god," Jack whispered.

The girl dropped her jaw wide and took his head in her warm mouth.

"Twenty dollar," the man said again. "Is virgin. You fuck all night."

"I..." Jack couldn't talk. He had never received a blow job in his life. He'd asked his wife to do it once, on their honeymoon, and she'd been so mortified and offended that she had refused to make love that night.

It was far better than he had even imagined. The child's mouth was warm, and soft, and when she sucked, her mouth closed tightly around his head.

"I... Oh god. Oh god!"

The man grabbed the child by the hair and pulled her off.

"Twenty dollar," he said again.

"I..." Jack could not even imagine a greater disappointment than having this wonderful experience interrupted like it had just been. "I want to buy her."

"Not for sale," the man said again. He looked around the room and spied a large, round-faced teenager wearing an ungodly amount of make-up and a thin blouse that showed off large, unrestrained breasts. He signaled to her.

"Is twelve years," he said. "Is virgin. You buy her, two hundred dollar."

Jack knew the girl was clearly was not twelve years old. Fifteen, maybe. Twenty, more likely. And her virginity seemed doubtful.

Jack disappointedly pulled his pants back up and tried to pretend that he was insulted, like Directory Harbor had told them to act. "No," he said. "One hundred dollars."

"One hundred fifty."

Jack looked at the girl, and then at the man. "OK," he said.

The man's face broke out in a huge grin.

In the cab, Jack asked the girl what her name was.

"Candy," the girl said as she put her hand on his leg.

He quickly pushed it aside.

"No?" the girl said with a confused look.

"No," he said. "You are no longer a prostitute, Candy. What is your real name?"

She looked at him, confused. "Name? Candy!"

"No, no, your real name. Not your prostitute name."

"Pro... prostute?"

"No, prostitute. You know, whore?"

Her face lit up. "Whore! Candy whore for gentleman!" She wrapped her arms around him and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"No, no," he said, pushing her away. "Not a whore! Candy's not a whore anymore."

The girl sat back, looking confused.

"Hey, driver," Jack said. "Can you help here? Can you explain to her that we are taking her to the Hathaway Christian School for Girls, where she will no longer be a prostitute?"

The driver spoke in Khmer to the girl for a moment.

"Te, te!" the girl said, looking wide-eyed at Jack and shaking her head. "No, no Hathway School! No!"

"Look," Jack said. "It's a nice school, a good--"

The girl opened the door of the cab and rolled out into the gravel street, right amongst the on-coming cars.

"Hey!" Jack yelled, lunging too late for the girl. He hollered at the cabbie to let him out but the cabby kept driving and Jack craned his neck out the back and saw the girl running for the side or the road and disappearing into the enormous crowd.

"You LOST her?" Director Harbor shouted.

Jack looked at the ground, his eyes lowered submissively before the impressive woman. "She jumped out of the cab."

"You idiot! Why didn't you go after her!"

"The cabbie wouldn't stop."

Director Harbor's stare was hot. Metal-meltingly hot.

"And tell me, Mr. Henderson, what did you pay for this girl?"

If it had been possible to lower his eyes any further than he already had, Jack Henderson would have done it. "A hundred and fifty."

"A hundred and fifty! For an old used whore!?!" Jack could feel her spit flying out of her mouth. He was momentarily afraid that she was going to slap him.

"She wasn't old. She was... fifteen?" Without intending to, he had managed to make it sound like he was entirely unsure how old the girl really was.

"You don't even know how old she was! She was probably thirty!"

"What... what... Does it really matter how old she was? She's been saved."

"Bullshit," Director Harbor said. Jack was stunned at the woman's vulgarity. "She will go back to the brothel. She is probably there now. They probably gave her a bonus for the evening."

He raised his eyes in something of an apologetic glance, then lowered them again.

"You have to do better tomorrow. Spend less money, make damned sure the girl gets to the school. Otherwise you will be put on toilet-cleaning duty." She turned and walked away.

"Yes ma'am, Jack muttered to Director Harbor's back. He could not possibly have been more disappointed in himself. He desired nothing more than to impress Miss Harbor with his commitment to her cause, to the well-being of the girls they save. But he had failed so completely that he was terribly embarrassed and he slinked away like a dog that has disappointed his master.

The next evening, after getting his assignment for the day, Jack left the hotel and wandered the streets of Phnom Penh. He stopped at a newsstand and picked up a local English-language tabloid. Banner headlines read, "Massive Ancient Art Theft!" He laid down a couple coins and read the paper as he walked.

"Innumerable treasures of ancient Cambodia have been stolen and sold to European auction houses..." "Cambodian authorities are actively searching for any artwork that has not yet left the country, and are seeking any information about the criminals involved in this offense. Up to a million dollars has been offered as a reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the guilty parties."

It was a sadly common story. Cambodia was overrun with treasure seekers, and the police were quite easy to bribe. As Jack stood and read, he heard a soothing sound and lowered the paper. When he looked up, he saw a beautiful colonial-era Roman Catholic church in front of him, from which the melodious sounds of Vespers were wafting into the cacophony of the city streets. Though he had little doubt that Director Harbor and all of God's Righteous Angels would be scandalized to know that one of their members had entered a Roman Catholic house of worship, he found he needed the presence of God greater than ever before in his life, and he sat down in a pew in the middle of the sanctuary and, as the beautiful voices of Cambodian women lulled and lilted through the room, singing ancient songs of love and praise, he bowed his head in prayer, asking the Lord for the strength to complete his task, and for the Lord to bring back to him the good favor of the Director.

Eventually the music ended and he raised his head. In the pew in front of Jack, with his body turned to face him, was a elderly priest.

"Welcome," the priest said with a kindly smile.

Jack wiped tears from his eyes. "Hello," he managed to croak out.

"You seem troubled my son," the priest said.

"I am... I have sinned."

"The Lord forgives your sins, you know. So that you can forgive yourself."

Jack was momentarily comforted by the priest's words. But he forced his mind to return to his present needs. "I must be brave tonight. Strong."

"You look tired. Perhaps tonight you should go and sleep and not worry about things like bravery and strength."

"I must.. I must go to a brothel and save a child."

"Ah. You are from God's Righteous Angels."

"I am. You know about us?"

"I do."

"Yesterday, the girl I was saving ran away."

"Ah."

"I paid too much for her, and then she ran away before I could save her."

"Do you know why she ran away?"

"No, I do not."

"Have you ever been to the Hathaway Christian School for Girls?"

"No..." Jack felt his stomach sink.

"Few people have. But there are those who say that the school is worse than prostitution."

"How could that be? There can't be anything worse than prostitution!"

"I do not know. But, let us say that you are forced to do the same thing, either at the school or at the brothel, but in the school you are beaten and starved and then sold into slavery. Then the brothel would be better, yes, at least if they don't beat you and starve you?"

He looked at the priest, bewildered. "You... you are lying!"

"I do not contend to know the truth, but it is what the brothel owners tell the girls."

"They are liars!"

"No doubt. But I have seen girls from the school. They come here sometimes, when they can, and beg for food. They are not well-fed."

"But..."

"And yet the owners of the school are wealthy. It is said that they sell stolen art. You have seen the recent headlines?"

Jack nodded.

"They are rumored to have millions. And yet the girls go hungry."

"No! You're lying!" Jack stood up and clenched his fists defiantly. "Director Harbor says..." But for some reason, his voice petered away. He suddenly remembered the vulgar way that Director Harbor had referred to the girl he had attempted to save. "An old used whore," is what she'd said.

The priest gave him a kindly smile. "Perhaps her heart is in the right place, I've never really known for sure." With that, he stood up, bowed his head, and left.

Part Two: Beauty

Jack Henderson's mind was in a strange state of confusion as he arrived at his destination for the evening. This place looked much more like what he had expected, a dimly lit establishment in a dangerous neighborhood, the windows painted over in black. Inside it was stuffy and smelled of mildew and body odor. The large older woman working the counter smiled wordlessly at him.

"I'd like.. I'd like the youngest girl you've got."

The woman continued smiling at him as she spoke in Khmer into the curtain behind her.

From the room behind, a girl emerged. Jack's heart lept at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had the classic round, dimpled face of a Cambodian girl, with sparkling dark eyes and straight dark hair parted smartly on the side of her head and pulled back into a thick braid. She was wearing a modest blouse and a pretty red sarong, the usual understated dress of Cambodian girls.

The girl bowed her head respectfully and then spoke, in surprisingly pure English, "What would the kind gentleman like?"

He stammered for a moment. "I'd... I'd like..."

The girl smiled, with a slight hint of a blush. Jack knew immediately that she was aware of the effect she was having on him, and he was terribly embarrassed.

He steeled himself. He was there to do the Lord's work. "I would like the youngest girl you've got."

The girl's beautiful smile persisted, but Jack couldn't help but think it had changed to something less authentic; her beautiful smile seemed forced now. She turned to the woman and spoke in Khmer for a moment. They seemed to be having a bit of an argument. Eventually the old woman apparently prevailed and the girl disappeared behind the curtain. A moment later she emerged again, with a young girl following behind her.

The younger girl was a lovely child. Simply lovely. Thin and small and dark-skinned and black-haired and cream-complexioned. As unbelievable as it was, Jack felt that he was in the presence of the two most beautiful girls in the entire world. Perhaps in the entire history of the entire world.

The younger girl was looking demurely at the ground. Jack felt a stirring in his loins at the sight of her, and was mortified by his body's sinful reaction.

"This is Thyda," the older girl said, gesturing uncomfortably to the younger.

"Thyda," Jack repeated. The young girl raised her eyes, briefly, and looked at Jack. Her dark eyes pierced into him.

The old woman spoke sharply in Khmer to the older girl, and the girl translated. Her voice was forced, reluctant. "She is a virgin. She will cost fifty American dollars for the night."

"Thank you," Jack said. "But I would like to buy her."

The older girl's eyes went wide and she stared at Jack for a moment, then turned to the woman and spoke in Khmer. The woman laughed, then spoke back.

"Three hundred and fifty dollars for the virgin girl, Monsieur," the older girl translated.

Jack almost choked. "I... No... One hundred..."

The woman laughed without even needing his words to be translated. She spoke for an extend period in Khmer, to the older girl, the younger girl, to Jack.

"Three hundred and fifty is the cost of the virgin girl," the older girl said in translation.

"I can't... I would be in so much trouble if I..."

The woman spoke again, to the older girl. The girl looked at her unhappily for a moment and then nodded.

"Mak say, the virgin girl is three hundred fifty dollars. But you can buy me for one hundred fifty dollars." The girl gave Jack a forced smile. "I am not a virgin." It seemed almost like she was hopeful that this would dissuade him.

"Tell Mak... Tell the woman that I will pay one hundred for you."

An exchange between the two, and the girl spoke to Jack again. "One hundred twenty."

"I agree to that. And one hundred eighty for... for Thyda."

The woman laughed out loud and shook her head. "No, no. Kree huner fity."

Jack shook his head, overcome with disappointment, but took one hundred and twenty dollars from his pocket and paid for the older girl.

As they walked to the cab, the girl had her head bowed. Jack longed to see her beautiful round cherub face, her dimpled smile, her blushing cheeks again. But she kept her head bowed and looked very sad.

They settled into the back seat of the cab and Jack said to the driver, "Hathaway Christian School for Girls." He saw the girl's eyes welling with tears as she stared at the floor of the cab.

"It isn't as bad as they tell you," he said quietly, not entirely convinced himself.

She looked up at him and a tear fell down her cheek. But she smiled, so very slightly. "You are kind," she said, and then went back to staring at the floor.

Jack sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment. Then he spoke. "What is your name?"

"Beauty."

"No, you real name."

"Beauty is my real name. It is Sophon, which is Khmeri for 'beauty.'"

"It is a very pretty name, Sophon."

She smiled at him again, then went back to looking at the floor.

They rode the rest of the way to the school in silence. Jack was feeling hopeful. Even prideful. Miss Harbor could not possibly be angry with him now, he'd paid a relatively small amount to free this girl, who very clearly was not an "old used whore," and he was now successfully delivering her to the school. Perhaps Miss Harbor would even pay him a compliment!

Sophon was increasingly nervous as they walked down the path to the door of the school. By the time they got to the entrance she was shaking in fear.

Jack opened the door and looked inside; a man at the front desk raised his head and glared frowningly at Jack.

"Yes?"

"I'm... I'm with God's, uh, Righteous..."

"Yes, yes," the man interrupted him dismissively. "The girl?"

Jack stepped into the room, then held the door open for Sophon. "Sophon," he said to the man with a slight bow of his head.

The man looked the girl over. Not unlike a buyer at a cattle auction, Jack thought.

Sophon looked terrified and began to sob.

"Enough of that!" the man said without a modicum of sympathy in his voice.

"She's scared," Jack said, his voice raising unintentionally with concern.

The man gave him a superior, dismissive look.

"They tell... The brothel owners tell the girls lies about this school," Jack said.

"And this little... this little whore..."--the man sneered as he said the words--"is silly enough to believe them?"

Jack looked at the man, gape-mouthed, for a moment. "What did you call her?"

The man shot him an annoyed look. "Why are you still here, anyway?"

"She speaks English. She knows what you just said."

"And?" the man said.

"And that is cruel of you."

The man raised his eyebrows dismissively at Jack. "I ask again, why are you still here?"

"Sophon is scared. We need to make her feel better about this place."

"We will take care of that. You will not. You will leave now."

"Um," Jack said, kicking his foot. Dear Lord give me the strength to do what I know is right! "No, I will not leave now. I need to see... I need to take Sophon in and show her that it will be alright."

"No one goes in without an appointment."

"Well, in this case you'll need to make an exception to that rule."

"There are no exceptions to that rule."

Right then a side door near Jack opened and man stepped in with a stack of paperwork. Jack could see through the door that it led to a brightly lit hallway. And walking down that hallway was a young girl, certainly no more than twelve, a beautiful but terribly skinny girl. Her olive eyes stared at Jack for just a moment before she passed by the door, led by a large white man with one hand firmly on the back of her neck.

Jack grabbed Sophon's hand and pulled them both quickly through the door into the hall. As the door closed behind them, he could hear the man at the front desk sputtering with rage and hollering for security.

When they entered the hallway, Jack saw the large man lead the young girl into a room off to the side. Although there was a shade on the window, it was torn and hanging limp in places and Jack peered into the room. He saw the man push the girl face first onto a table in the room, pull her skirt up and her panties down, at the same time unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. The girl sobbed, a sound clearly audible despite the thick door, as the man pushed into her.

Jack's face went crimson with shame and embarrassment and anger when he realized that the man was raping the girl, right there in broad daylight. He wanted, he needed, to do something, to stop the assault and free the poor girl. He muttered a prayer for bravery to his Savior and swung the door open. The man looked up at him, his face revealing both surprise and anger.

"What the fuck?" the man said.

Jack had never committed a act of violence in his life. The most violent thing he had ever done was to kill a spider in his basement. And he had always been a complete and utter wimp, the very image of a "90 pound weakling." He'd never stood up for himself, or anyone else, ever in his life.

So he was perhaps the most amazed of all when, guided by instinct, or by the hand of his Lord and Savior, he swung his fist as hard as he could and hit the man on the side of his jaw. The man staggered backwards and the girl stood up, pulled her underwear up, and ran out of the room. The man regained his balance and started towards Jack and Sophon, but Sophon grabbed Jack's hand and quickly ducked into the hallway and pulled the door shut. He and Sophon ran back to the front office as quickly as they could.

Once there, they found three huge security guards waiting for them.

"We are leaving," Jack said. He noticed for the first time that his hand hurt and his knuckles were reddened.

"No you're not leaving," said one of the guards. "Or I should say, you are leaving, but the girl is staying."

"The girl is not staying," Jack said. He felt like he had the strength of the Lord behind him now.

The security guards looked at each other. Two of them that had been leaning against the desk stood upright and all three advanced towards Jack and Sophon.

Jack stood calmly, a strange peace suddenly overcoming him, and waited for the guards to approach. When the first one was only two feet away, Jack swung his right fist as hard as he could, a huge uppercut that smashed the guard the face.

The man staggered backwards as his nose instantly erupted in a fiery volcano of blood. Before the other guards could react, Jack grabbed Sophon's hand again and the two of them ran out the door and into the cool, starlit night.

Jack flexed the fingers on his hand, looking down at it. The hand hurt a surprising amount for a couple of simple punches. Sophon, sitting next to him in the cab, reached a delicate hand over and began rubbing his fingers. He looked at her and she raised her eyes to his, her beautiful bright brown eyes, and she smiled. A fully authentic and unbelievably beautiful smile. And he smiled back at her.

Before this trip, Jack Henderson had never gotten a blow job in his life. And then two nights ago he had experienced the wonder, the joy, of a young girl's mouth for the first time.

He was such a sinner! Such a terrible sinner!

And now? Sin! More sin!

Sophon was on her knees in front of him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, high, round coffee-colored cheeks, dark olive eyes staring up at him as if in adoration, straight black hair pulled back tightly, her mouth open wide, wider than Jack would have ever thought possible, sucking, licking, loving his aching, throbbing cock.

He'd told the cabbie he needed a decent hotel to spend the night, and they'd wound up at a little touristy place that charged $25 a night, a small fortune in Phnom Penh. Jack's original plan was to rent a room for Sophon and go back to his mission team and tell them what he'd seen, what he had leaned about the horror that was the Hathaway Christian School for Girls. But two things interfered with this plan:

First, he received a flurry of texts from Director Harbor and from his wife back home in the US--texts that overflowed with anger and hostility for having dared to use the mission's money to purchase a girl and then refuse to deliver her. His wife even accused him of keeping the girl to be his whore, an accusation that infuriated him. That was the only text he responded to, telling his wife that he was disappointed in her lack of faith in her husband. A text that he felt increasingly sheepish about as Sophon sucked him so exquisitely, like the experienced whore that he knew she was.

And second, Sophon had begged him not to leave.

"Mak will be back for me."

"She won't be able to find you here."

"She will. Someone will find me and force me to go back." She spoke with a sense of resignation, as if there was no point even resisting her fate.

Jack could tell that she was scared. "Sophon..."

"Please, Mr. Jack, do not leave me here alone!"

"I won't, Sophon. I won't leave you."

Her face broke out in a beautiful smile.

Jack was unsure how to respond when Sophon emerged from the bathroom after a hot bath, wearing nothing but a towel. But he almost fell over backwards when she dropped the towel and revealed her completely naked body to him.

Other than his wife, he had never seen a naked woman before, and even when he did see his wife naked, she was so modest that she would turn away from him.

Sophon was not modest. Not at all. She simply stood in front of him, naked, and he simply stared.

She had long, brown legs, beautifully thin and muscular. Where they met, she had no hair, which surprised him. A brown, beautiful, bare pubis, the dark cleft of her vagina visible just above the meeting point of her thighs. Her hips were narrow, which made her look younger than the rest of her body would imply. Her belly was creamy brown and flat, her coffee-colored breasts were small but round, firmly holding swollen brown nipples in the air. They heaved up and down with her deep breaths.

"Sophon," he said, his voice cracking.

She stepped towards him, then sank down on her knees.

"Sophon, you don't..."

"Shhhh..." she said softly as she began to unbuckle his belt.

He stood and watched as she pulled his pants and underwear down, then took his already engorged cock into her hands, then into her mouth.

He almost orgasmed the second her warm lips wrapped around his head and her soft tongue lapped at his glans. She looked up at him, dark eyes twinkling, as she began to delicately stroke his cock with her hand, then began a gentle suckling on his head. He was on the verge of orgasm the entire time, his throbbing cock endlessly leaking precum into the girl's mouth, which to his amazement she accepted without even a notice--she just kept staring up at him with her adoring wide eyes, licking and sucking and loving his cock.

When she lifted her other sweet little hand and began pulling on his ballsack, Jack realized to his horror that he was going to come. He did not want to come in the girl's mouth--she would hate him for life! But he couldn't stop, he couldn't pull out, in fact he grabbed her head and pushed his cock in even further as the first, unbelievably huge shot of come fired out of him and into her mouth. His legs shook as he orgasmed, the most amazing orgasm of his life, and he held her in place and he filled her mouth with his cream. She kept her large, dark, beautiful eyes focused on his face the entire time. When he had finally finished, she opened her mouth to show him his come, then swallowed it.

Jack staggered backwards, in part from the amazing sexual release he had just experienced, but more because of the overwhelming feelings that were flooding through him. Not simply the adrenaline rush of orgasm, but an overwhelming feeling of guilt. He stumbled, his pants still around his ankles, fell back, and his bare ass landed with a thump on a bed.

He leaned over and put his face in his hands.

"Oh, God," he moaned.

"What is wrong, Sir Jack?" Sophon asked him.

"Oh, God," he moaned again. He looked up at her, his face contorted in pain. "Oh, God, I have sinned!"

Sophon's face turned into a look of concern. "Sinned?"

"Yes!" Jack moaned. "Sinned!"

"What means 'sinned?'"

"A sin is something that is wrong," Jack sobbed. "You sin when you do something wrong."

Sophon looked confused. "Is wrong?"

"Yes, is wrong."

"No," Sophon said, shaking her head. "Is not wrong. Is not a sin."

"Oh, it is, Sophon, it is!"

"No. Is OK! Not a sin!"

Jack lay back on the bed and put his arm over his eyes. And then he felt Sophon climbing onto him. He felt her naked body, her soft, strong, adolescent body, laying on him. And he felt her warm breath on his face. As he removed his arm from his eyes, he felt a stirring in his loins.

"Oh, Sophon," he said, staring into her beautiful dark eyes.

She kissed him, kissed him again, opened her mouth to let him put his tongue in her. He hadn't put his tongue in his wife's mouth in years. She did not like it.

They just lay there together, kissing, for several minutes. Then he felt her hand, reaching down and taking hold of his cock, and he felt her directing it into her. He hadn't even realized that he had become erect again, but as he felt warm, wet lips against his cockhead he realized that he was achingly hard again.

"Sophon," he said in a whisper.

She put a finger against his lips. "Shhh..." she said. She pushed back with her hips, his cockhead entering her now.

"Sophon," he said again.

She smiled at him as she pulled her hips forward, then back; forward, then back, and he was inside her and she was making love to him.

She was so warm, so wet; she was so small. It was the most wonderful love-making that Jack had ever experienced and he found himself involuntarily wrapping his arms around her and holding her.

She was, without a doubt, a brilliant, experienced lovemaker. She rocked on him slowly at first, hot, sticky lips sliding down the length of his cock and then back up to his head, and down again, leaving a trail of sweet wetness that cooled in the night air as she pulled off, and then warmed again and she pushed back down. As her come began to flow, she increased her speed, wetness flowing out of her and onto him. The aroma of her wonderful sex filled their hotel room.

After ten minutes of this unbelievably beautiful lovemaking, she was moving very fast, panting hard from her exertion, her face red, her hair matted, her dark eyes staring into Jack's and twinkling with merriment.

"Oh, Sophon," he whispered.

"Will you come?" she asked him.

"Oh, Sophon!"

"Come, Sir Jack, come inside me!"

"Ohhhhh!!!" He shook and moaned and shot his come into her fertile young body.

Sophon lay on top of him as his orgasm subsided, the two of them joined together in intimacy and holding tight to one another. Just breathing.

Jack had never had so exquisite an orgasm before. Nothing even nearly comparable. And he just lay there, trying to clear his mind of all thoughts, like a Buddhist trying to only experience the now, to live fully in the present instant.

After a million years or perhaps a mere second, Sophon gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek and said with an amazing air of authority, "Not a sin, Mr. Jack."

Brought sadly back to reality from his momentary soulless and timeless existence, he smiled at the beautiful girl. "No, not a sin," he said. And he wished it were true even though he knew it was not. He wished that such wonder and beauty and ecstasy could truly be sinless. He wished also that he could return to that wonderful moment when she had finished her lovemaking and time and existence ceased to matter. When time and existence had ceased to exist.

Sophon stood, and Jack stared at her beautiful naked body, brown and warm and soft and loving, and he ached. He could not understand. How could such an angelic thing be so full of sin?

She began to dress.

"Sir Jack," she said.

"Yes Sophon?"

"We must go back and purchase Thyda."

Jack's mind was suddenly filled with the vision of that beautiful little girl at the brothel.

"Is she your sister, Sophon?" For some reason he suddenly understood that she must be.

Sophon nodded.

Jack had enough money. More than enough.

"Yes," he said. "We must."

Sophon's face broke out in a smile and her dark eyes shone.

Part Three: Salvation

Jack lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling dimly lit by the colors of the nighttime lights in Phnom Penh. He could hear breathing coming from the other bed in the hotel room, the steady, deep, worry-free breathing of those too young to allow their blissful sleep to be interrupted by the trials of life.

As he stared at the ceiling, he thought about his wife. He allowed himself, for the first time since their marriage, to think about her in real terms. She was a cold woman, and cruel. She was beautiful in her way but it was a harsh beauty, a stony, solid, uncomfortable sort of beauty, not unlike the beauty of a grey granite stone. Nothing at all like the soft, pillowy beauty of Sophon or the tender innocence of little Thyda.

He wept as he thought this about his wife, and as he thought about the sins he had committed that night with Sophon. He knew, he had no doubt, that he was condemned to hell for what he had done.

As he lay in bed and wept, falling deeper and deeper into despair, a figure rose from the bed next to his and walked to him, so lightly, like a kitten. She climbed into his bed and wrapped her soft warm arms around him.

"What is the matter, Sir Jack?" he heard the angelic voice of his young lover say.

"I have sinned," he said.

"No," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

"My wife..." He paused, not sure what he intended to say. "I don't think I love her anymore."

She kissed him delicately again.

"I'm not sure I ever loved her."

Sophon wordlessly nuzzled her nose into his neck. He put his arms around her and held her tight, and they lay there together, feeling each other's warm breath.

It was mid-morning when Jack awoke. Sophon and Thyda were sitting crossed-legged on the bed next to his, eating pastries and sipping tea.

"Good morning, Sir Jack!" Sophon said in a loud, cheery voice.

"Goo' 'orning, 'ir 'ack," Thyda said, trying to imitate her sister. Jack had never heard her voice before. If Sophon had the voice of an princess, then Thyda had the voice of an angel, even when she spoke in a language she did not know.

After breakfasting with the girls, he gave Sophon some money and told her to take Thyda and buy themselves beautiful clothing; he had somewhere he needed to go and would be back as soon as he possibly could.

Sophon looked at him with concern.

"It'll be OK, yes?" he said, wanting to comfort her concerns.

"Yes," she said, clearly unsure.

Jack walked through the streets of the city to the old church he had visited a few days earlier. Inside it was cool and dark and he sat in a pew and buried his face in his hands and prayed.

He felt a presence above him and lifted his face, his eyes streaming with tears, and he saw a priest standing there, the priest he had spoken with before.

The priest put his hand on Jack's shoulder.

"Still a sinner?"

Jack nodded, unable to speak.

"Remember about the Lord's forgiveness, my son."

Jack looked up at the man. "What if... what if I am not sure I want forgiveness?"

The priest sat down next to him. "Why would you not want forgiveness?"

"What if... what if I feel like what I have done, at the Lord's direction, has been wrong?"

"We do not always understand God's direction. Sometimes we get it wrong. And, sometimes He gets it wrong."

"I believe I married the wrong person."

"I believe that happens."

"Isn't it a sin, to want someone other than your wife?"

"Sin is a heavy word."

"It is. Surely it must be a sin, to want... to want to make love... to have sexual intercourse with a prostitute, when you are married."

"That does indeed sound sinful to me. But I am not the Judge, and the Judge is ever merciful."

"Yes, yes, if I ask his forgiveness he will grant it. But what if I don't want to ask his forgiveness? What then?"

"May I ask why you do not want forgiveness?"

"Because... because I do not want to return to my wife. I want to be with Sophon."

"Sophon is the prostitute?"

"Yes, well, no. I bought her to save her, and I took her to the school but I could not leave her there."

"And you had sex with her?"

"Yes." Jack buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

The priest was silent for a moment. "And are you glad you had sex with her?"

Tears rolled down Jack's cheeks as he looked up at the priest. "No... Yes! Oh god..." he buried his face in his hands again. "...I am such a sinner!"

"I do not believe you have sinned."

Jack lifted his face and looked at the Father, confused, skeptical.

"I do not believe that it is a sin to feel lust or have sex."

"But... I'm married."

"I do not believe it is a sin to be in an unhappy marriage. Or, let me put that another way. I believe it is a sin to be in an unhappy marriage, because it makes you unhappy. It is a sin to allow yourself to be unhappy. In fact, that is the only sin. That is the very definition of sin."

The morning sun bathed the priest and the confessor in the reds and blues of the stained glass, warm, comforting light and colors. And Jack realized, Jack had an epiphany. Jack suddenly understood.

"If I... if I am happy, then God is happy."

"God wants only for her children to be happy." A little smile, the kindliest smile Jack had ever seen, graced the old priest's beautiful face.

"And if I am sad, God is sad?"

"God weeps with you, when you are sad. And She dances with joy, when you are happy."

A broad, beautiful smile broke across Jack's face. "God wants me to be happy, yes? And if I am happy with Sophon, then this is what God wants! Yes?"

"Yes, I believe it is so. And now I tell you, my son," the priest said, with his beautiful smile. "Go and sin no more."

Jack smiled even broader, and tears of joy now fell from his eyes. For the first time in his guilt-plagued life, he felt like he was not a sinner. "Thank you, father," he whispered as he stood.

"Thank you," the old priest said, tears flowing down his cheeks as well.

Jack left the church that beautiful morning feeling confident and emboldened. After a long cab ride through the crowded streets of Phnom Penh, he finally arrived back at the hotel. The girls were wearing beautiful new blouses and skirts. Sophon immediately began chattering about their day, a huge beaming smile on her face, and translating much of what she said, and Jack's much briefer replies, for Thyda. Thyda was beaming as well. Then the girls got out their shopping bags and began showing Jack all of the wonderful clothing they had bought, including a western-style dress for Thyda, which is very rare to see on a girl of her age in Cambodia.

"Would you like for Thyda to show you her new dress on her?" Sophon asked him.

"Yes, very much!" Jack smiled at the beautiful young child.

Sophon spoke to her in Khmer for a moment, and then Thyla rose and bowed slightly to Sophon, more deeply to Jack, and dashed into the bathroom to change.

At that moment there was a loud crack at the door and it burst open and two huge men entered the room, guns drawn.

"What the...?" Jack said. Before he could finish the sentence, he had the barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.

"You're the stupid shit who stole the girl," the man said in a gruff American accent. "I'm gonna blow your brains out, motherfucker."

The other man stood back, arms crossed, holding a pistol in one hand.

"So you're the whore," he said, looking at Sophon with a lascivious grin. She said nothing.

"Tell you what, little bitch, you come quietly and we'll spare the moron's life. We'll just cut his nuts off so he'll be a good boy from now on."

Sophon stood silently, wide, scared eyes darting from Jack to the men, and back.

"Sophon, don't go with them!" Jack yelled. "Run!"

The man with his arms crossed stepped forward and swung his gun at Jack's face; a loud crack, followed by blood streaming from Jack's nose.

But right at that moment the door to the bathroom swung open and Thyda appeared. Before the thugs could even comprehend that there was an unexpected additional person in the room, she had kicked the pistol-whipper square in the back, which caused him to fall to his knees. As he fell, his gun hand raised in the air and Thyla grabbed the gun and rather easily wrestled it from him. Without a moment's hesitation she pointed it at the head of the man who still had his gun against Jack's temple.

She spoke in Khmer, he responded in Khmer as well. The child shook her head and, moving the barrel of the gun just slightly, pulled the trigger. An unbelievably loud explosion filled the room, along with the acrid smell of gunpowder. The man's shoulder flew backwards and exploded in a shower of blood.

Calm.
Darkness.

The pungent smell of overripe jungle flowers.
Of rotting leaves.
The honest smells of an honest place.

The occasional call of a bird, or a monkey.
The steady beat of rain against palm thatching.
A distant ringing of a bell, a prayer bell perhaps.

Jack lay and listened to these sounds and experienced these senses, and other senses as well.

Touch.
Soft, delicate touches.
Curious touches.
Cool little fingers, delicate, dancing.
Little electric touches, fingertips gently exploring.
A young girl learning, experiencing, loving.

Occasionally he would hear Sophon whisper to her little sister in Khmer. But mainly she just lay and watched as Thyda's hands curiously explored Jack's manhood, her little fingertips gently caressing his balls, feeling the hardness of his cock, experiencing the wonder of its length and width. Sophon reached out and wrapped her fingers around Jack's shaft, showing her little sister how to massage him. When she let go and Thyda's cool little fingers wrapped around him and started jacking him, his breath became sharp and light. Sophon moved up and kissed him.

Taste.
The most wonderful taste, the most beautiful taste.
The taste of Beauty.
The taste of Sophon, of his lover.
Of the love of his life.

Sophon slid down from his mouth, kissing his cheek, his chin, his chest, his belly. And then he moaned out-loud as he felt her warm loving lips wrap around his cockhead. A minute later her sweet sucking had him on the brink of orgasm, and he put his hands on her head and moaned again, "Oh, Sophon!"

She slipped his cockhead out of her mouth, said a few words to her sister in a whisper, and then Jack felt the younger girl's lips wrapping as best they could around his head. The idea of coming in sweet little Thyda's mouth was almost more than he could handle and he felt his orgasm began to boil. As he put his hands on top of the little girl's head and pushed down, so that his head was completely in her mouth--damn the girl's teeth!--he felt Sophon warmly kissing his aching balls.

And then there was a new noise in the depths of the Cambodian jungle that night--birds screeching, monkeys screaming, and then a human, a male human, groaning out loud, "Oh, Thyda! Oh my sweet baby!"

And little Thyda had her own sensory experience that night; the feeling of Jack's cock stiffening in her mouth, the taste of his masculinity and then his seed, the sounds of pleasure, of sexual release, emanating from her lover. She learned that night what it meant to be the lover of a man, and it made her very, very happy.

A few days after Thyda had shot that thug in the hotel room, the banner headlines in the Phnom Penh English-language rags were interesting: "Recent Rash of Robberies; authorities are left scratching their heads." The same paper had a headline for another story, with no hint whatsoever of any connection between the two events: "Hathaway Christian School for Girls Raided, Closed; Cambodian national police accuse the school's director of involvement in the elicit trading of stolen antiquities." The article about the robberies described one of the robbery victims: "Unknown assailants brandishing guns stole $75,000 in illegally imported cash from the American evangelizing organization 'God's Righteous Angels.' The director claims to know the perpetrators and has demanded that the police arrest them, but the police contend they have no leads and have in fact arrested and charged the director with filing false police reports, illegal importation of cash, and other crimes."

Jack contemplated those strange couple of days as he lay back on the soft bed in their cabana, two lovely naked Cambodian ladies with him. Sophon was now noticeably pregnant, her beautiful brown belly large and growing, her creamy breasts full and womanly, big brown nipples standing out and ready to give their nourishing milk to the baby the two of them made together. Her face was a constant dark crimson glow of womanly beauty. And yet despite the pregnancy, the girl's sexual appetite had not diminished. Not in the least.

She was already two months into the pregnancy when they finally collected the million dollar reward for information leading to the capture of the parties responsible for stealing Cambodia's cultural artifacts, and found a decently sea-worthy ship to take them from Cambodia to Mayaguana, a nearly uninhabited island in the archipelago of the Bahamas. The mornings were hell for her, sea sickness and morning sickness together at the same time. But the evenings were paradise and she was on fire. She preferred to be on top during these times, riding him for a half hour while her ten year old sister sat nearby, laughing and talking with them as if it were perfectly normal for a child to sit and watch her sister having sex.

Now, laying here in the warm West Indies breeze, as the sun rose over the endless blue of the ocean, Jack looked his little ladies over. Now that she was pregnant, Sophon was more beautiful than she had even been before. Her sister, Thyda, lay naked on the other side of him. She was only a child, thin and undeveloped, no breasts, no hips; but she was an exquisite beauty, her skin somewhat lighter brown than her sister's, her black hair long and shining like silk, her face round and smiling in her sleep. Although her eyes were closed now, Jack knew that they were large and bright and dark and merry.

Thyda was even now still a virgin. Sophon had taught her how to give pleasure to Jack, and had augmented her studies by teaching her how to take his cock into her throat. She was a good learner, and he and Sophon were patient teachers. And yet despite a deep craving, Jack had not yet taken the child's virginity.

He looked back at her older sister, who was stirring. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Jack?"

"An unbelievable beauty. A goddess."

"Goddess am I now? What about, 'Oh, I am a sinner!'" She gave him a little teasing smile. This was an interaction that was well-rehearsed by now.

He grinned at her and reached over and cupped one of her swollen breasts in his hand. "Do you know how happy I am now, Sophon?"

She smiled. He wasn't playing his part in the interaction. He was supposed to call her a devil child, that's how this little game usually went.

"I am glad you are happy, Mr. Jack."

"And you, my love? Are you happy?"

"I am not happy."

"No?!?" He was genuinely concerned.

"No," she said, her face breaking out in a broad, beautiful smile, "because I do not have your cock in my pussy!"

He stifled a laugh. "Shhh... We will wake Thyda," he said.

"Come." She took his hand as she stood up, and he stood up with her, and they walked together to the beach, her swollen breasts shimmering sweetly with each step.

She knelt down, onto her hands and knees, then further down to her elbows. Jack took his place behind her beautiful brown ass and slid his cock into her soaking wet pussy.

Robbing God's Righteous Angels had actually been quite easy; Jack and the girls stormed into Director Harbor's hotel room, crazy looks on their faces (they'd actually rehearsed their crazy looks beforehand, the girls giggling the whole time). The two pistols they'd taken from the thugs earlier that day at their hotel room were waving uncontrollably in the air. When Director Harbor hesitated at their demands that she open her safe, Thyda stuck her pistol right in the lady's face and Jack shot into the air, a large chunk of the ceiling falling down on Director Harbor's stern, competent face. She was instantly on her knees, her hands shaking as she opened the safe.

The police required a sizable bribe, but that still left Jack and the girls with fifty grand US, which is a fortune in Cambodia. But Jack knew that there was considerably more money yet to be had, and an act of mercy to be committed as well. And so the next morning he and the girls invested in some heavier weaponry and stormed the Hathaway Christian School for Girls.

Jack discussed with the girls what their best strategy would be, and found it fascinating that Thyda--sweet innocent Thyda--recommended during their war council that they simply go in with the guns blazing. Or whatever one might say in Khmer, which was then translated in a less colloquial manner by her older sister. Hearing no objections to this plan, they went in with their AK47s blasting away. By the time they left again, the director of the school was dead, his assistant, bloodied but not seriously harmed, had opened the vault and revealed an unbelievable fortune in gold and diamonds and dollars.

The police arrived, quite handily, just after Jack and the girls had left with the loot.

Jack held tight to Sophon's ass and rode her nice and slow, a steady pace, letting little pussy get her fill of exactly what she wanted. He had no intentions of finishing anytime soon; it was a beautiful morning and sweet pregnant Sophon was perfectly willing to lay there on her belly in the sand as long as he wanted to enjoy her.

Ten minutes into their love-making, Thyda emerged from their cabana, the young girl looking absolutely stunning in nothing but a pair of flip-flops; thin legs and arms, narrow hips and torso, chocolate-cream skin. Jack watched her as she walked up to them, feeling the increasingly longing feelings that he had been feeling towards her since he had first laid is eyes upon her perfect child's body.

She smiled at him as he continued his slow and steady pace inside her sister. "Good morning, Sir Jack," the little girl said in her thickly-accented but improving English, the voice of an angel.

"Good morning, Angel," he said back, in even worse Khmer.

The girl laughed with merriment. "I shall..." She said in English, and searched for a word, then smiled proudly when she remembered it. "...swim."

"I shall swim with you," he said back, in English this time, the sentence being far too complex for him to translate in his mind to Khmer.

"But you are busy," she said with a coy little smile.

He slapped the teenager on her brown rump. "Sophon will wait awhile before I finish, yes my dear?"

Sophon sighed as Jack pulled out of her, and then he stood,his cock stiff and glistening with the sweet girl's hot wetness. He took little Thyda's cool little hand and he and the ten year old ran playfully into the water.

As they played he lifted her into the air and kissed her skinny belly and she laughed, a joyous, wonderful laugh, and he lifted her further into the air and kissed her creamy brown pubic mound. She giggled, and he lifted her higher still until her legs wrapped over his shoulders and around his neck and he buried his face in her pussy and licked and kissed and loved the little ten year old's beautiful little sex.