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Archive name: pro1.txt (Mf, rp, v, ped)
Authors name: Repeat Offender (XRepeatOffenderx@aol.com)
Story title : Professional, The - 1

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Professional, The - Part 1 (Mf, rp, v, ped)
by Repeat Offender (XRepeatOffenderx@aol.com)

***

An American pedophile travels to a Central American 
republic to join the People's Army to strike at the 
children of "Enemies of the People."

In Part 1, he is interviewed by the commander of the 
facility and asked to give a demonstration of his work.



Prologue

In the countries of Central and South America, power is 
wielded by those who are strong enough to take it and 
willing to crush all opposition to them. Revolution is a 
way of life for them. Only by force can the reins of 
government fall from one to another in these lands.

Once in power, force and terror become even more 
necessary in order to crush still other revolutions 
while simultaneously punishing those who have just been 
deposed. Central and South America are dotted with 
"correctional facilities" that amount to little more 
than torture factories. It is in these facilities that 
men are tortured in order to obtain their information 
and their wives tortured to enhance their torment. 
Prisoner rape is almost a spectator sport with some 
guards numbering conquests in the hundreds.

Recently, some of the crueler regimes have brought this 
system to its logical next step. If it makes sense to 
rape a woman to degrade her and cause pain to her 
husband, imagine the effect on both of them if you rape 
their child. Child molestation slowly began to become 
standard procedure in the dealing with enemies.

Those in charge of the child rape facilities began 
looking for serious pedophiles. Not those sick bastards 
who grabbed some kid and ripped her to pieces in the 
woods and then strangled her with her own panties. They 
searched for those men for whom pedophilia was a way of 
life. An art form. Throughout the secret pedophile 
communities of the world, the word spread of 
opportunity. Many men hoped for the chance to do their 
horrible work free of prosecution. Very few were chosen.

This is the story of one of those men.


Number 1. The Interview

He walked into the poorly lit office at 10:30 am and 
went to the reception desk.

"I have an appointment." The receptionist barely 
acknowledged him as he spoke.

"And you are?" she asked him.

"Smith. Mr. Smith for Captain Escobar." At the sound of 
his name her head snapped up. The pencil dropped from 
her hand as she stood quickly.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Smith. Please come with me. 
Right this way." She led him down a corridor and knocked 
on a door halfway down. She opened it and stood aside 
for him to enter.

The receptionist closed the door behind him and he heard 
her footsteps return down the hall to her post. An inner 
door opened and he was greeted by a tough looking but 
attractive woman about 30 years old dressed in military 
fatigues.

"Mr. Smith. So very nice to finally meet you in person. 
I am Mariana Escobar, Captain in the People's Army. I 
run our facility here."

He reached out and shook her outstretched hand.

"Captain Escobar. The pleasure is mine. I certainly hope 
we can reach an agreement today. I trust you received 
the videotape."

She motioned for him to sit in a chair and she sat at 
her desk. She lit a cigarette and let a thin smile 
spread across her face.

"Yes. Indeed I did. Extraordinary work. You seem to have 
quite a way with the little ones. Let me explain our 
situation to you. My country is in a state of what you 
might call political unrest. There are many, many people 
who would like nothing better than to crush the People's 
Government and return that decrepit old bastard to 
power. El Presidente." She spoke the name with a venous 
spit.

"These, Mr. Smith, are the people that we must guard 
against and show no mercy to in our glorious struggle. 
This is where the talents of men like yourself become 
necessary."

He accepted a cigarette from her and nodded for her to 
continue.

"As you are aware, Mr. Smith, a man can be imprisoned, 
beaten, or even killed. However, I am sure your prior 
experience has shown you that to hurt a man, to truly 
scar him to his soul, you must strike against his 
family. That is what we do here at our facility. That is 
what you would be responsible for."

"Why do you need me, Captain Escobar? I am sure you have 
several men who would enjoy the opportunity your 
situation offers."

She nodded and stood up. She came around and leaned on 
desk.

"Oh yes. Several men. Several women, also. Mr. Smith, 
let me be blunt. Anyone can rape a little girl. It takes 
little more than an ape to brutalize a defenseless 
child. You, however, truly possess a gift. I have never 
seen the rape of a young girl be so exciting and 
devastating at the same time. I appreciate the attention 
to detail that you take to your work, simultaneously 
ruining the girl and crushing the life out of her 
parents."

"It's what I do, Captain Escobar."

"And quite well. I've never seen anyone consume a child 
so completely and enjoy her so fully. Besides, how many 
facilities can claim that they have the man who raped 
Jonna May Lindsay."

It was risky including that on the tape, but he wanted 
this gig. He figured it could only help if he included 
the most infamous rape of a 6 year old in American 
history on the demo tape. He had just entered her at the 
exact moment the TV next to them broadcasted a Missing 
Child Alert on the America's Most Wanted program. He had 
never been as excited as he was listening to the host 
asking for help looking for the little girl at the exact 
moment he was impaling her on his cock. He had been very 
passionate with her and his performance was 
extraordinary.

"She was a very special little girl."

She smiled knowingly. She studied him for a moment.

"How many children have you worked with, Mr. Smith?"

He took a moment to consider. Escobar had guessed him 
for quite a few, but his answer surprised even her.

"About 20, ranging from 4 to 10. I don't go any older 
than that. I hope it isn't a problem."

"No. No problem at all. In fact, I can guarantee you 
about that many every single month."

He tried to look unconcerned but he could feel himself 
squirming in his seat. Twenty a month? He could tell 
from her expression that she knew he was hooked.

"And you need not worry about police, Mr. Smith. I 
realize that in your country you are hunted as a 
monster. Here, you will be looked upon as a patriot 
striking a blow against enemies of the people."

"Captain Escobar, I am very interested in the position. 
I would be looking to begin right away."

"I definitely see you fitting in here, Mr. Smith," she 
nodded. "However, there is one more matter before we 
finalize our arrangement."

"And that would be?" He was confused. What could she 
possibly want from him? It dawned on him just as she 
opened her mouth to speak.

"Well, we've seen the tape and quite frankly, Mr. Smith, 
we've never seen work quite like it. We do, however, ask 
that all of our applicants give us an in-person 
demonstration of their skills."

"You mean an audition?" He chuckled. Even the hard faced 
Escobar had to give a laugh at the humor of it.

"Well, I don't like to call it that, but yes, an 
audition. Would that be a problem, Mr. Smith?"

They were offering him a full time position as a 
pedophile with some of the prettiest little girls in 
Central and South America. Now they were going to take 
him to a room down the hall to fuck some little kid. And 
she was asking him if it was a problem?

"Not at all," he said as he got up from the chair. "It 
would be a pleasure."

Captain Escobar led him down a corridor and opened a 
door into a small office. She pointed to a window into 
an inner room. In the other room, Smith saw her. She was 
tiny and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Definitely 
Hispanic, but with long, dark blonde curly hair running 
halfway down her back. Her eyes were big and round and 
light brown. She definitely had some kind of European in 
her. Her skin was light olive.

"Her name is Rosa Calves. Little Rosa is 6 years old. 
You see the mirror on the other side of the room? Her 
mother and father are in there. They run a newspaper for 
traitors and terrorists. They will watch you fall in 
love with their daughter."

Smith barely heard her. His cock was rock stiff and he 
could not take his eyes off the little girl. She looked 
like a Spanish Jonna May Lindsay and he knew it was no 
accident. They wanted him to recreate his famous rape 
for them. Reflexively, without thinking about it, he 
pulled from his pocket two velcro straps and a plastic 
cylinder. Captain Escobar may as well have not been 
there. He had forgotten all about her. Smith turned the 
door handle and entered the room.

The room was small, about the size of an elevator car. 
That was good. He didn't want to have to chase her 
around. He turned to her and drank in the sight of her. 
She was smaller than he thought. She stood barely waist 
high to him. She couldn't have weighed 40 pounds. She 
wore a white t-shirt, blue shorts, socks and sneakers. 
Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with terror. 
She knew he was here to do her harm.

Smith stripped quickly down to a g-string. He was very 
well built and he flexed his impressive muscles for both 
her and her parents. He took a syringe from the plastic 
container and quickly leaned over and plunged it into 
Rosa's arm. She screamed as he injected the combination 
muscle relaxant / sedative into her and then yanked the 
needle out of her, tossing it to the floor. Within 
seconds, little Rosa's eyes began to glaze over and she 
began swaying. Smith stood watching her, rubbing his 
cock through the g-string.

Smith took hold of Rosa's shirt collar with both hands 
and yanked apart very hard, tearing her t-shirt clean in 
half with one loud rip. He tossed the tattered halves of 
her shirt to the floor took hold of her, running his 
hands over her stomach, chest and back. He put his mouth 
to Rosa's chest and began licking at her dime sized, 
dark red nipples, sucking them into his mouth while his 
hands ran all over her. Soon, the sedative took full 
effect and Rosa sank to the floor. She was awake and 
alert, but unable to move. Everything in the room was 
blurry to her, but she was mentally aware of what was 
happening to her.

Smith reached for Rosa's waist and pulled her shorts and 
panties down her legs and off of her with one tug. He 
wouldn't let himself look at her crotch yet. It was not 
yet time. He forced his head through the leg of her 
panties and wore them around his neck. He slid her 
sneakers off her little feet and then he began to work 
on her. He took her left leg moved his face to her foot. 
He took the band of her sock in his teeth and slowly 
slid the little sock off.

Smith loved little girls' feet, and Rosa's were perfect. 
He took a moment to study it, he put his tongue at the 
tip of her big toe, and he raked his tongue up her foot 
all the way to her instep. He returned to her big toe 
and slowly sucked it into his mouth, licking and biting 
it. He ran his tongue around her toe and between it and 
the next toe. He moved to the second toe and then the 
third, sucking them all and covering her entire foot 
with his thick saliva. He then moved to Rosa's right 
foot and repeated his routine upon it.

From her feet, Smith moved slowly up Rosa's legs. He 
licked her and bit her, leaving hickeys on her calves 
and thighs. While he tongue bathed her legs, Smith's 
hands roamed Rosa's entire naked body. Finally, at the 
top of her thighs, it was time to see his prize.

Smith pulled Rosa's legs apart and his eyes widened as 
he saw it. Her little pussy was no more than a 2-inch 
slit. Smith took a moment to stare at it and study it, 
almost getting to know it. Then he lowered his head and 
let his tongue slide up against Rosa's tiny cunt. By now 
the muscle relaxant was working and her little hole 
started to dilate a little bit and get a bit softer to 
his tongue.

Smith worked Rosa's tiny pussy with his tongue for a few 
minutes, alternating long hard licks with deep probes 
where he would plunge his tongue as far as it would go 
into the sweet tasting flesh. Rosa's legs were draped 
over his back, and as she looked down all she could see 
was the top of his face and his nose resting against her 
pubic bone while he ate her, his hands lifting her lower 
back to tilt her crotch up to meet him.

Behind the one-way glass, Rosa's parents were frantic. 
Both sat bound to chairs and gagged tightly. Speakers in 
the room amplified the drugged breathing of their 
daughter and the excited panting of the animal there 
with her. Spring loaded props inserted under their 
eyelids allowed Rosa's parents to blink, but would not 
let them keep their eyes closed. A head harness and chin 
strap made turning away impossible. As Smith worked on 
her, Rosa's parents had become increasingly upset. Now, 
with his head buried in her crotch, they were both 
nearly completely hysterical.

Smith knew that he had Rosa's parents in one room and 
Escobar and probably some of her compadres in the other. 
Having an audience was a real turn on. Now it was time 
to give them what they came for. He decided it was time 
to fuck little Rosa Calves.

He sat on the floor and pulled Rosa onto his lap. He ran 
her right leg down his and looped the strap around her 
right ankle. He tied it around his right knee. He took 
her left leg and bent it in half at the knee, so that 
her left foot laid flat on top of his left thigh. He 
looped the other strap over her instep and around his 
thigh. Then he wrapped his arm around her and laid down 
on the floor.

It was a great position, one he almost always used for a 
4-6. They were so little he didn't really like laying on 
them. This way, with her legs strapped to his, he could 
control the spread of her legs by moving his own. Plus, 
his hands were free to touch her. He ran one hand over 
her left thigh while his other hand caressed Rosa's 
belly. He bent his head slightly and kissed the side of 
her face.

Smith moved his hand below Rosa's belly and gripped his 
g-string. He gave it a tug and the side snaps gave way. 
Finally free, his cock sprang to life. It rose from 
between her legs and climbed to its full length of 
better than 8 inches. Rosa could only look at his cock 
as it loomed over her crotch like some horrible monster. 
She was still paralyzed by the sedative and was 
powerless to stop him.

From the plastic container, Smith took a small tube and 
spread a small dab of lubricant onto his finger. He 
gently massaged it into Rosa's pussy until it was fairly 
smooth and slick. Then he put a very small dab on the 
head of his cock and worked it around. He didn't want 
too much lube. He wanted to feel this.

He slid his left hand under Rosa's ass and took hold of 
his huge cock. He rubbed the head against the tiny 
opening of her pussy for a few minutes, the feel of it 
hardening him more than he thought possible. He pressed 
the head of his cock against her pussy. He wrapped his 
hand around Rosa's belly and pulled her down onto her 
cock, and at the same time he lifted his hips to bring 
his cock forward. It took him four tries.

Rosa threw her head back in agony as Smith entered her. 
The back of her head slammed into his chest and Smith 
tightened his grip on her while he tried for maximum 
penetration. He cried out as his cock slowly sank into 
the little girl. He maxed out at 3 inches and then 
withdrew out to the tip. Then he came slowly forward 
again, making the same 3 inches. He used this method on 
her for a few minutes. Soon, Rosa began to loosen 
slightly and whenever he felt it happen he snuck another 
half inch inside her.

He was just a bit less than 5 inches inside her cunt. 
Smith could feel Rosa's tight flesh squeezing his cock 
and the tip impacting her cervix with each stroke. Soon, 
Smith found a comfortable rhythm and settled in for a 
nice ride. His hands explored every inch of her. He 
licked her, dragging his tongue over her face and 
soaking it with his spit. Every time she turned her face 
from him, Smith simply drove his tongue deep into 
whichever little ear she left exposed. He spoke to her 
during rape, alternating pet names like Baby or Sweetie 
for more vulgar names like Bitch or Slut. He knew the 
effect the names had on parents.

Rosa's father was howling a high pitched wail capable 
only by those whose worlds are being destroyed. He 
pulled at the ropes with all of his strength and tried 
desperately to turn his head from the massacre in the 
other room. But it was hopeless. He could only watch 
while the pedophile sawed his baby in half with his 
horrible cock. Rosa's mother was sitting quietly in her 
chair, driven insane with anguish, only twitching 
occasionally.

Smith had been tunneling into Rosa's pussy for about 5 
minutes. By now, he was grunting and crying out each 
stroke, calling her name over and over. Rosa was in 
excruciating pain, but she was in remarkably good shape. 
Smith knew how to work a little girl without too much 
damage, and except for a small trickle of blood running 
down his cock, he had hardly torn her up at all. He was 
really close now. It would be any moment. He wanted to 
cum inside her like he always did, but he again realized 
that he had an audience. He wanted them to see what they 
were getting.

Smith gave Rosa a few good final strokes. He pulled her 
up from his waist and flicked his hips at the same 
moment and wrenched his cock free of the little girl's 
pussy. It landed heavily on Rosa's belly with a loud, 
wet slap. Smith reached under Rosa's ass and gave the 
base of his cock a few light slaps. He pulled his head 
to one side to escape the line of fire. Then, suddenly 
and with a loud cry, he came.

The first shot sailed across Rosa's chest and drilled 
into her right cheek. The explosion sent cum all over 
Rosa's face. A second strong shot blasted her forehead 
just above her right eye. Cum flowed into her hair. The 
swollen cock spasmed again and poured out onto Rosa's 
belly and chest, and then began a series of rhythmic 
convulsions for a few minutes until every drop of his 
sperm was spent. Cum flowed over Rosa's belly and down 
her abused cunt. Smith collapsed under her and nearly 
passed out from his climax. He lay there for a minute 
caressing her, letting his sperm run off her and drip 
onto his stomach and his balls.

Smith reached down with his left hand and undid the 
velcro clasp on the strap. Rosa's foot slipped off his 
thigh and her leg fell with a thud. He slid her off of 
him and then he reached down and undid the right strap. 
He struggled to his feet, almost collapsing once. He 
gathered up his pants and shirt, then he took Rosa's 
panties from around his neck and kept them for a trophy 
the way a hunter might keep an elk's horns. He looked 
down at her and blew her a kiss. Then, naked, he left 
the room.

In the outer office, Smith collapsed naked into a small 
sofa. A moment later, Captain Escobar came in. He could 
tell by the expression on her face that she had been 
more than pleased with the show he had put on for her. 
When she spoke, he could almost detect awe in her voice.

"Outstanding." Escobar slumped against the corner of the 
desk and looked down at him. All the hardness was gone 
from her face and he realized that she was as spent as 
he was, in her own way. "Absolutely top notch work, Mr. 
Smith."

"Thank you, Captain. You did, however, make things very 
easy for me with your choice of partners." He glanced 
through the window at Rosa still laying drugged on the 
floor inches from the one way glass that hid her parents 
from her.

"And there are plenty more just like her, Mr. Smith. I 
will give you a moment to get dressed, and then I will 
show you around our facility. I am sure you would like 
to see your apartment and pick out a couple of pets."

He zipped his pants and looked at her confused, "Pets?"

"Don't be silly Mr. Smith. We don't expect you to sleep 
alone. You may choose 2 or 3 partners to keep you 
focused on your work even while you are off duty." She 
gave him a sly look. "I believe your businesses in 
America call it 'profit sharing?'"

Smith laughed out loud. "I believe that is what they 
call it."

She opened the door and motioned for him to follow.

"And Mr. Smith, let me be the first to say to 
you...Welcome Aboard." "Thank you, Captain Escobar."

Smith paused a moment. Then he slid Rosa's panties into 
his pants pocket and walked out into the hallway. He 
allowed himself a satisfied smile. Welcome aboard!

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