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Archive name: pro2.txt (Mf, rp, v, ped)
Authors name: Repeat Offender (xrepeatoffenderx@aol.com)
Story title : Professional, The - 2

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The Professional - Part II (Mf, rp, v, ped)
By Repeat Offender (xrepeatoffenderx@aol.com)

***

The ongoing story of Mr. Smith. In this episode, Smith 
meets the staff. Later, an old friend comes bearing 
gifts.

***

About an hour after his destruction of poor little Rosa 
Calves, Smith followed Captain Escobar into a boardroom, 
where she motioned for him to take a seat. There were 
three men and a woman in civilian dress seated around the 
conference table and a man in military dress similar to 
Escobar. As the room fell quiet, Escobar stood at the 
head of the table and addressed them. 

"Good afternoon, people," she began. "There are a couple 
of matters I would like to address with you all today, 
but first I would like to introduce the newest member of 
our staff. This is Mr. Smith from the United States. I 
believe you are all familiar with his work."

Escobar waved her hand towards Smith as she introduced 
him. After a moment she looked at him.

"Mr. Smith, I would like to introduce your new co-workers 
to you." She began to his left.

"This is Raul Palma. Raul has been with The People's Army 
for several months. Don't let his youth fool you Mr. 
Smith. You will find Raul to be a very able member of our 
staff." Escobar pointed to the next man.

"Next is Nikolai Milovic. You may know him by his 
nickname, 'The Butcher of Belgrade.' Nikko served both 
sides during the war in Yugoslavia, Mr. Smith. He has 
hunted children from Armenia and Turkey to Eastern and 
Central Europe, Mr. Smith. His true number of conquests 
is a mystery."

The next man sat at the far end of the table. In his late 
20's and well built, he was obviously a respected staff 
member. On his lap sat a girl about 8 or 9 years old. Her 
hair was teased high, lips painted dark red and eyes done 
with mascara and shadow. She wore a skin tight, backless 
mini dress and platform pumps made entirely of straps, 
showing off her pretty feet and dark red polished toes. 
It was clear to Smith that the little girl was the man's 
property. This man Smith knew well.

"You know Juan Ramirez. It is he who recommended you, Mr. 
Smith. Juan has been with us for over a year and has been 
perhaps the most prolific member of our staff."

That fact did not surprise Smith one bit. Ramirez had a 
price on his head in at least a dozen countries around 
the world. A true rapist-for-hire, Ramirez had victimized 
children in Kosovo, Colombia, Vietnam, Israel and several 
other places. He had a nose for world conflict and always 
seemed to be in the right place at the right time to 
contribute to the atrocities of war. They had worked 
together on three occasions. Smith did not know how many 
little girls Ramirez had raped, but he figured the number 
to easily be 200, and that didn't count how many he had 
notched since he arrived here.

"Next is Bianca Navarro. Although all of us occasionally 
indulge ourselves, Mr. Smith, Bianca is our only full 
time female on staff. She will be working with your Rosa 
tomorrow. Like you, Mr. Smith, Bianca is an artist, a 
true expert with the little ones. Bianca and her sister 
were brutalized as children at the hands of El 
Presidente's thugs, Mr. Smith, and she has since been 
committed to making the lives of those loyal to him as 
miserable as possible. She performed her first rape at 13 
years old and has been a steady performer ever since. She 
has also been here about a year."

Smith's cock began straining against his pants. Bianca 
was a very beautiful little Latina, about 17. Images 
flooded Smith's mind as he imagined her performing 
lesbian with the tiny bitch on Ramirez's lap or the 
unfortunate Rosa Calves. Bianca gave Smith a shy smile, 
winked at him and blew him a kiss.

"You will find, Mr. Smith, that very often it is not only 
the stars such as yourself who do the most damage. 
Sometimes seeing their little girl being forced to become 
a lesbian is the thing that truly crushes them. This is 
Bianca's specialty."

"Last, but not least, is Lieutenant Ricardo Aybar. Mr. 
Smith, you will find that Lt. Aybar is a magician. If you 
need it, he will get it. If you seek it, he will find it. 
If you fear it, he will eliminate it."

Smith thought this high praise for a rather ordinary 
looking 30-something regular army stiff. But looking 
closer, Smith saw something. He didn't know what, but he 
could feel it all the same. In a flash, Smith knew that 
this was a very dangerous man. Note to self, he thought. 
Don't piss this guy off. 

"Okay people, now on to business. Colonel Vasquez has 
completed his evaluation of our facility and sends his 
high praise. He has increased our budget for the coming 
year." Escobar gave them a sly look. "This means more 
work for you all until new staff is trained, so everyone 
get your rest."

A chuckle rose through the room, and Smith found himself 
intrigued by Ramirez and his little girlfriend, who sat 
quietly on his lap with Ramirez' arm around her shoulder 
as he ran his hands over her. Occasionally he would kiss 
her and rather than fight, she would tilt her face up to 
meet his lips and tongue. Smith fought the urge to tear 
her off his lap and destroy her. Watching them fascinated 
him. He had fucked lots of kids, but he had never tamed 
one as completely as this. Escobar continued.

"Before we get too carried away with self 
congratulations, we do have a matter to address. There 
have been four unauthorized fatalities over the past 
month. That is too many, people." She turned to Milovic. 
"Nikko, please. This isn't Sarajevo. You are a very 
talented performed, but you must be more careful. A dead 
child makes the parents useless to us." Escobar turned 
back towards the group.

"Remember, folks. There are several approved snuff 
opportunities for everyone each month. Anyone who is 
interested can apply for a session and let it all hang 
out. Otherwise, you are not to kill anyone, even 
accidentally."

Smith hadn't been expecting this. Again, he felt his cock 
press against his pants. The idea of a snuff session 
excited him. He glanced over at Milovic, who seemed none 
the worse for this reprimand. Knowing Nikko, he had 
probably heard this speech more than once. Smith had 
never met him, but Milovic was infamous as an especially 
brutal pedophile. It didn't surprise Smith one bit that 
Nikko had killed a few, accidentally or otherwise. 
Escobar once again addressed them.

"Also, Captain Melendez will be here the first of next 
month. You know what that means, people, another training 
class."

A groan went up around the table, but no one protested 
too much. Training classes were a pain in the ass because 
you had to perform according to a script while the 
trainees observed and Melendez imparted his wisdom to 
them. It cramped your style and you couldn't cut loose 
with your girl. The good part was that in return for your 
inconvenience, the girls for that week were especially 
pretty. Everyone always found at least one "keeper" 
during training week.

"Okay, everyone. We are starting to fall a bit behind; so 
Mr. Smith, you will begin first thing tomorrow morning. I 
will need as much time as all of you can manage, and I 
would appreciate if some of you would double up instead 
of spending all day with the same girl, at least until we 
get caught up. I will put up the new partner schedule 
tonight and include the "extras" list. You can pick any 
girl you want off that list after you are done with your 
scheduled partner."

Escobar gave the group one final look and then stood. 

"Okay everyone. Let's go to work. Enjoy yourselves out 
there."

Smith watched the others file out of the room until only 
he, Escobar and Aybar were left. 

"Mr. Smith, Rico will take you to your apartment and fill 
you in on our routine. I have another meeting to attend, 
and I will see you in the morning."

Smith shook Escobar's hand and then rose to follow Aybar. 
As they walked across the quad, they exchanged small 
talk. They walked though the lobby of the former Grand 
Hotel, now a dormitory for the facility. They picked up a 
key from the desk and took the elevator to the fifth 
floor. Aybar opened a door at the end of the hall and 
Smith saw that his things had already been brought up. It 
was a good-sized place, with a sitting room, kitchen and 
bathroom in addition to the large bedroom. Making sure 
Smith was settled, Aybar left and Smith sank into the 
sofa. After his romp with little Rosa, he wanted to relax 
for a bit.

About an hour later, a knock on the door woke Smith from 
his light nap. It was Ramirez. He wore his customary wide 
grin.

"Hey, Cabron!" he shouted. "I knew you would find your 
way down here." The two men shook hands.

"I wouldn't miss it, Juan," Smith replied. "This is the 
gig of a lifetime. Shit, man. It's already been worth 
it."

"You ain't telling me, man!" Ramirez exclaimed. "Escobar 
had a bunch of the old guys from the Colonel's staff in 
the other room while you were romancing that little 
bitch, man. She said the half of them whipped out their 
peckers and jerked off right there, and the others came 
in their pants!"

Smith laughed out loud at the mental picture of what that 
scene must have been. "Shit, man. I'm glad they liked 
it."

Ramirez looked around. "So how you like the digs, 
Cabron?"

"Very nice. Real comfortable."

Ramirez spotted the two pharmaceutical boxes on the 
kitchen counter. One was the sedative Smith used on the 
little ones. The other was alprostadil, a self-injecting 
chemical that acted very similar to Viagra. Smith loved 
using that on special jobs. He even had a saying for an 
especially spectacular session: "I Viagra'd the little 
whore!" By giving himself a shot an hour before the job, 
Smith could go all night. On one occasion, he had raped a 
tiny little thing 8 times in a single evening while on 
the alprostadil. Success did not, however, come without a 
price. He was worthless for a few days afterward and the 
possibility of permanent serious injury existed if he 
abused the drug.

"Holy shit, pendecho, you still using this stuff?" 
Ramirez picked up the alpro. "One of these days, your 
dick's gonna explode!" He began laughing hysterically.

Smith gave him a dry smile.

"Yeah, 'Kids, don't try this at home.' I'm careful with 
it."

"Well, I gotta get back to work, amigo." Ramirez headed 
for the door. "By the way, I brought you something. Kind 
of a house warming gift!" He chuckled. "Later, Cabron!" 

Ramirez walked out and left the door open behind him. 
Smith was about to get up and close it when she walked 
in. Smith's mouth fell open. It was her! The goddess from 
the meeting. She closed the door behind her and walked 
quietly to him. She sat on the sofa next to him. Smith 
looked at her and then closed his eyes, letting the 
combination of perfume and little girl smell fill his 
senses. He opened his eyes and stared into hers. 

"What is your name?" Smith asked her.

She answered barely above a whisper. "My name is Elena." 
Anticipating his next question, she added, "I'm 9 years 
old."

Elena was unquestionably Latina. Smith knew she wasn't 
local. He figured she was maybe Venezuelan or possibly 
Brazilian. She had the sort of city-type look that Smith 
enjoyed. He didn't care too much for the mountain types, 
the ones who looked more like some kind of Indian than 
Spanish. 

Smith leaned over and kissed Elena on the lips. He slid 
his tongue into her mouth and it surprised him when he 
felt her tongue meet his in response. He put his arms 
around her and hugged her close to him. He kissed her 
passionately and let his hand fall to her thigh.

She got up and stood in front of him and offered him her 
hand. 

"Come with me, Mr. Smith."

Smith let Elena lead him to the bedroom. Standing by the 
edge of his bed, Elena reached over and unbuttoned 
Smith's pants. She slowly lowered his zipper and slid the 
pants down his legs. She pushed him back and he sat on 
the edge of the bed. She picked up his arms and then 
lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor 
next to his pants, leaving Smith wearing only the 
tortured, pulsating g-string. She pushed him back so that 
he rested on his elbows. 

This was a strange feeling for him, being undressed by 
the little girl. He was used to being the one to undress 
his partner, usually in spectacular fashion. He wanted to 
demolish her, but all he could do was sit back and let 
the little girl do her thing on him. 

Elena took a step back and reached her hands up around 
her neck. She undid the clip and let the front of her 
dress fall down to her waist. Smith studied Elena's 
chest. Smooth, dark skin with only the faintest hint of 
breasts tipped with perky dark red nipples. Her belly was 
flat and tight. Smith couldn't take his eyes off the girl 
as she slid the mini dress down her legs and stepped out 
of it. Elena's legs were well toned and curvy, and just 
as tanned as the rest of her.

Elena stepped toward Smith wearing only a thong and 
shoes. She knelt between his legs and began running her 
hands up over his muscular thighs from his knees to his 
waist. Her eyes were riveted to the bulge of his crotch, 
which was by now so large that it pushed the waistband of 
his g-string a full two inches off his waist. Elena 
slowly leaned forward and kissed the base of Smith's 
cock, leaving a perfect imprint of her reddish-purple 
lips on the front of his g-string. Then, she leaned 
forward and began licking and kissing his stomach while 
undoing the snaps on the waistband.

As the front of the g-string fell away, Smith's cock 
sprang free. It climbed to its full length and fell 
against Elena's face. As she kissed his stomach, Smith's 
cock was pinned against her neck and chin. She backed off 
slightly and stared at it for a moment, taking in its 
eight-inch length. She reached a small hand around his 
and began jerking him, slow full-length strokes from the 
balls to the tip and all the way back down again. Her 
other hand was cupped around his scrotum, gently 
massaging his balls.

To Smith, Elena's touch was magic. Her hands were so soft 
on his cock and balls, her lips and tongue so warm on his 
stomach and thighs. She worked up and down his cock for a 
few minutes while Smith moaned in ecstasy. He had made a 
few girls jerk him before, but he never had one who knew 
what she was doing the way Elena did. What she did next 
shocked him.

Elena leaned forward again, and this time she planted a 
large kiss halfway down the shaft of Smith's cock. It 
twitched in her hand at her lips' touch, and she kissed 
him again. She placed her tongue at the base of his cock 
and slowly dragged it all the way up. When she got to the 
tip, Elena opened her mouth and came forward. Her mouth 
came down over the head of his cock, and her eyes rolled 
back as she took him to the back of her throat, gagging 
slightly. She pulled back until only the head remained in 
her mouth, and then came forward again, getting just more 
than half of him in her mouth before tripping her gag 
reflex. 

Smith's entire body snapped erect. Holy fuck, he thought. 
She's sucking my cock! I'm getting my cock sucked by a 9-
year-old girl! Smith put his hand on Elena's head and ran 
it through her hair. Again and again she pulled back and 
came forward. The feel of her tongue was unreal. Her 
mouth was almost too small to accommodate him, and her 
teeth gently scraped his cock with each stroke, a not 
unpleasant feeling that only heightened his enjoyment. 
The lipstick began leaving a purplish ring around his 
cock at five inches as a mark of her progress.

After a couple of minutes, Elena lifted her head from 
Smith's crotch. She stood up between his legs and he came 
forward to meet her. Still sitting on the edge of the 
bed, he grabbed her and pulled her to him in a tight 
embrace. The two of them hugged tightly and kissed each 
other passionately. Smith's hand slid down Elena's back 
until he found the waistband of the tiny thong. He gave 
it a good tug and ripped it off her, finally baring her 
pussy to him. Smith picked Elena up and sat her on the 
edge of the bed. 

Smith took hold of Elena's ankle and undid the buckle of 
her shoe. The strap undid itself and the shoe slipped of 
Elena's foot, dangling on her toes for a second before 
falling to the floor. Smith lightly brushed his lips 
against the little foot and then licked Elena's pretty 
toes. He sucked each toe slowly until the dark red nail 
polish glistened with his spit. Then Smith moved to 
Elena's other foot, repeating his routine. Elena seemed 
to enjoy the attention Smith was paying to her little 
feet.

Soon, Smith began licking his way up her sexy legs, 
pausing to gently bite her calves and thighs. At her 
crotch, Smith slung Elena's legs over his back and let 
the sight of her pussy fill his eyes. It was the most 
beautiful thing he had ever seen, bald and smooth, fresh 
and clean. She was obviously no virgin, but she had been 
broken in gently and she had the pussy of a little angel. 
Gently, Smith lowered his tongue into her pussy. 

She tasted wonderful, an intoxicating combination of 
little girl flesh and sweet young sex. Smith began to 
slide his tongue along the length of Elena's pussy, 
driving deeply in an effort to coat his tongue with as 
much of her sweetness as possible. Elena ran her feet up 
and down Smith's back as he ate her, the sounds of her 
labored breathing and barely audible moans filling his 
ears. 

Slowly, Smith moved upward. He licked Elena's belly and 
then slid his mouth over first one little titty, and then 
the other. He sucked her deeply into his mouth, the hard 
nipples playing against his tongue. As he sucked Elena's 
tits, Smith's hand rubbed her crotch. He moved up and got 
between her legs.

Smith mounted Elena and he suddenly saw her face change. 
He was positioning himself to enter her when she suddenly 
blurted out,

"No, Mr. Smith. Don't do that."

He was not amused. He had spent the last 15 minutes being 
seduced by this little slut and now she was going to back 
out? He didn't think so.

"It's okay, baby. Just lay back."

Still, Elena protested.

"No, Mr. Smith. Turn over. Lie on the bed."

Now he was confused. And excited. Lie on the bed? What 
the fuck was she going to do now? He wanted to rear back 
and tear her apart, but by now he was definitely under 
her spell. Instead of spearing her, Smith let Elena push 
him off her. 

Now it was Smith lying on his back. Elena sprang up to 
her knees next to him and again began slowly masturbating 
him. He was caressing her face and running his hand on 
her. Then, Elena stood on the bed and swung her leg over 
him and crouched down so that her crotch was suspended 
over him. She grabbed his cock and lowered herself down 
until the head was pressed against the opening of her 
pussy. 

The feeling was electric. He partially entered her just 
from the pulsation of pleasure that shot through his 
cock. Suddenly, Elena lowered herself down onto him. 
Smith heard a yelp escape from Elena as she allowed his 
cock to breach her. Smith's eyes were riveted on his 
cock, staring in awe as it disappeared inside of Elena's 
cunt one inch at a time. Further down she came, a slight 
grimace on her face as she struggled to accommodate his 
large cock inside her. Her tight warmth enveloped him. 
Smith felt the silky walls of Elena's pussy glide along 
his cock as he continued to disappear into the little 
girl.

About three-quarters of the way down, Elena reversed 
herself and rose up off Smith's cock. When only the tip 
remained inside her, she came down again more forcefully. 
Smith cried out as Elena's pussy took him deep inside. He 
watched her sink lower and lower until she did what he 
thought impossible. Looking him dead in the eye, Elena 
bottomed out on Smith's cock. He had no idea where she 
was putting it, but she had managed to take all of him, 
eight-plus inches inside her little cunt.

Elena shifted herself and let her legs slide down so that 
she was straddling him with her knees around his hips. 
She put her hands on his chest and began to slowly rock 
back and forth on top of him. To Smith, it was beyond 
belief. Elena's soft hands were running over his chest. 
Every time she rocked forward he slid out of her. Every 
time she rocked back he tunneled into her. 

Smith was moaning out each stroke. He ran his hands over 
Elena's shoulders, down her ribs and waist, and along her 
hips and thighs. Elena was nearly panting on top of him. 
Every time she took him in her pussy, she let out a soft 
high-pitched squeak. Every muscle in Smith's body was 
alive. He had never experienced anything like this 
before. Lying here on the bed with the most beautiful 
preteen girl he had ever seen riding his cock. 

Elena let Smith's hands go wherever they wanted to, but 
she wouldn't let him grab her hips and stroke her. She 
was in control of him, riding him the way she wanted to. 
She was taking him slowly, making it last for him. In the 
dresser mirror behind her, Smith watched her perfect 
little ass rise and fall with each stroke. Smith felt her 
pussy stretch and retract with each in-and-out sequence. 
With every stroke he impacted her cervix, the collision 
with her insides causing Elena to give a little 
"Uhhnnn..."

Smith still had a few minutes left, but he was about to 
turn the corner. He was reaching that point where he knew 
he would have no choice but to cum. He laid back flat, 
his hands running over her, and spoke to her.

"Oh yeah, baby. Come on Elena." He said as he pushed his 
hips a bit higher to increase his penetration. "Come on, 
baby. Fuck me, sweetie. Fuck me." Her hands running over 
his ribs, chest and shoulders was driving him over the 
edge.

"Ah, my cock feels so good inside you, baby. Such a hot 
little pussy. Oh, fuck!"

She sensed he was close. She began to ride him much 
faster, full strokes from tip to balls. She was squealing 
and wheezing. They were crying out each stroke together.

"Elena! Elena!! I'm gonna....uh, uh...AHHHH!"

With the final stroke, Elena landed full on top of his 
cock. Smith pulled her to him in a tight embrace and 
buried his face into her hair. A full 8 inches deep, 
Smith came inside her cunt. It was a violent spasm that 
shot his entire body forward. His balls contracted up 
into his scrotum and his cock flexed as the first wave of 
hot sperm shot out into Elena's pussy. It was followed 
immediately by a second strong shot and then a third, 
instantly flooding her womb. 

Elena felt Smith's sperm shooting inside her flowing up 
into her uterus and then spilling back down onto his 
invading cock. Smith felt her pussy squeeze him tightly 
and the wonderful sensation caused another series of 
spasms. Three more shots sent another river of cum into 
Elena's snatch. Sperm began to spill out of her cunt and 
down Smith's cock onto his balls. 

After the sixth shot, Smith was empty, but his orgasm 
continued for another half dozen spasms until he fell 
back spent, with the child slumped on top of him. Sperm 
continued to flow down his cock and balls and pool on the 
bed between his legs. He laid there with Elena on top of 
him, caressing her. His cock was still semi-erect inside 
her, but he was finished. She had totally juiced him. 
They lay there silently for a while. 

After a few minutes, Smith realized that the little girl 
was curled up asleep on top of him. He hugged her tightly 
and soon fell asleep underneath her. As he began to doze, 
the last thought he had was that he had finally found the 
place where he belonged. He couldn't wait to begin work 
tomorrow. He slipped off to sleep. As always, he dreamed 
of little girls. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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