It was coming to the end of Hannah's long school summer holidays. This meant several things. For Sean, it would bring a little more risk of having his cover blown, Hannah being out of his clutches most days at school - although under the watchful eye of Dan. For the 4-man ring as a whole, it meant some little things such as giving Hannah bite-marks in obvious or intimate places would soon have to stop. Even more care would need to be taken not to have the effects of her numerous penetrations to become noticed, but Sean and Simon particularly were skilled in how well you can fuck a child vagina or asshole without damage.

Hannah herself was doing well, in the sense she was very accepting of her lifestyle. This had been reinforced recently by the more active inclusion of Michelle in the 'Friday play nights': these were when Bill visited for his weekly shot at Hannah, and usually all 4 pedos were in attendance for the typical sorts of pedo fun but also roleplay stuff which was Bill's hobby. Michelle enjoyed the roleplay aspect, and it appeared to give her some self-esteem: no longer was she a mere blind witness in her daughter's constant sexual molesting, but she could feel part of the circle and thus shake off her any guilt she felt. On the last one she'd been a 'Countess' who had to give her daughter in marriage alliance to a neighbouring 'Duke' - Dan. As per real medieval history - according to the enthusiastic Bill - such a marriage HAD to be consummated, and was. They filmed the event in the big bed in the house's adult bedroom. It was actually quite a sweet and touching scene, the incongrous sight of a naked 165lb man in a missionary position of sorts with a 90lb girl notwithstanding. Dan played his part quite well.

That weight-difference was nothing compared to the one Simon found himself a player in with a particular middle-eastern flower called Camelia. Another Friday came round and, while Dan was taking his customary bath with Hannah, Simon recounted his week's 'work' to Sean and Bill, his buddies in wanting sex with a 6-year-old girl:

"So fucking small," he purred, "so small..."

"Yes, a 6-year-old is!" said Sean.

"So wrong but so right, man." Simon shook his head in slow reflection, a fond smile creeping over his face. "Done it before, as you know, but I never get over it - how small they are - cute, cute, cute!"

He told how he had travelled down to London to meet with the 'agency' guy, Anthony, he knew from a hardcore website once. The site had been called 'flower shop': in this, a central core of pedos had a 'catalogue' of flowers - girls, that is - on the site, and users could subscribe and pay for their favourites to be brought out and sexually molested on live vid-feed. A lot of men - the non-premium members - watched. An awful lot of men, it seemed, wanted to see little girls naked or have sex acts performed on them. The ages ranged from 3 to 15, with the mean being 8, and their backgrounds varied from ethnic or East-European illegals to native English.

'Requests' - permitted to premium mebers only - ranged from mere stripteases and exposes of kiddy vagina for the cam to tearful ass-rape complete with blindfold and gag (to keep the girl's identity secret, especially if she was English). Naturally, the price of each request accordingly varied. The most requested was a scrawny 7-year-old blonde called Georgina and some budding 12-year-old Asian whose name escaped Simon now. The website got busted eventually, partly because Georgina got recognized in one particularly messy erection-sucking vid, even though her eyes had been blacked out. The cock or it's owner fortunately did not get traced: Simon. A lucky escape. Anthony, too, got away free, with nobody ever identifying it as his adult body engaged in steady deep fucking of the Asian's brown pubescent arse. Legendary vids. The girls, however, were all 'rescued' from their 'fates' boasted the law and media. Anthony since moved into the immigrant trade, as an important middle man in providing cheap ethnic escorts, sex-waitresses or - when he struck gold - kiddies. Simon meanwhile, became more 'freelance', and harboured amusing hopes of bumping into what would now be a 17-year-old Georgina.

The week's business had been Camelia, however. Simon's first glance of her took his breath away, in that particular pedo way. That is to say, the shock of the exquisite prettiness, the sheer smallness, the utter innocence and complete vulnerablity of an extremely young child he knew he was going to obscenely sexually ravage sooner or later. She smiled back at him very shyly as they were introduced, ultra sweetness and no inkling of her fate in her dark 6-year-old eyes. She looked like a little Persian princess with skin the colour of mellow coffee, and black hair with a cute little metal grip at each side of her forehead which did not quite do their job: fine strands escaped and hung down over her cheeks. It was not terribly long hair, and was tightly plaited at the back. The way the whole circumference of her tiny neck was exposed added to the aura of vulnerability, but Sean mused that the child would look more erotic if it was all let out loose to hang down on her shoulders. A typical western girlie's T-shirt with Bratz dolls painted on it kind of reinforced how she was now in the grip of very modern western pedophilia. All in all, she was a delicious little find.

Negotiations for her corruption were not without hitch. Anthony said he had actually already 'started' her earlier that day: just sitting her on his lap, clothed, for 'fiddles' and a 'bit' of face-kissing. This was because Esther, her mother - herself only 21 - was resistant to the idea of Camelia being pedo material. Well, understandable - even though she herself had been a prostitute since 13 and lived a life of decadence since coming to the UK at 14, carrying child. Her only alternative, though, was that she would have to work 'extra extra hard' to earn her keep and pay her dues to the agency. By hiring out Camelia from time to time, in 'small ways', big sums of money could be earned quickly and easily. So, she had agreed to Anthony's little prelim session, as long as she stayed in the same room to observe. She'd agreed to Simon's visit, for a similiar thing, but this time agreement had been reached that Simon could orgasm underneath her and finger her anus if he wanted. The mother had been told Simon was a 'big payer', although his 'payment' was really to give Anthony cracks at Hannah.

Simon, then, might have regarded his first encounter with little Camelia as an anticlimax, if he did not know better. But he did know better: he knew that that night's little jiggle with her on his lap, and licking of her beautiful infantile face, was the groundwork for the MUCH more taboo treatment of the child further down the line. Soon the mother would be more onside, and more and more immersed in the circle of pedos until her resistance on her daughter's behalf was broken down completely. It had started in small ways already:

"Can I take all her hair out?" Simon asked her, as he steadily rolled his erection under Camelia's little bum. Esther nodded, as she saw it didn't make her daughter's current experience any the worse.

He slipped her little grips off, and unravelled the plait, and played about with her gossamer-fine tendrils of black hair. Camelia frowned at the rigid lump beneath her and the weird bumping she was getting from the big strange man. Simon increased his speed and breathed more huskily in the little girl's ear. He had one hand up the back of her T-shirt, caressing her tiny smooth back and finally reaching out the top to clasp the nape of her neck to assist all his kissing. He did not finger-fuck her arse, as it turned out, but instead put his other hand down the front of her panties to investigate her young pussy.

"S'okay," he said, "I'm not hurting her. Not putting anything in." The mother relaxed, and let it continue, as Simon stroked and pressed the pads of two of his fingers over the tiny puffs of flesh that formed the child's outer labia.

After a while Simon came. It was her bemused little face that did it, as she kept glancing at her mother only to get nods and quiet words of encouragement to the child in Simon's pedo embrace. He grunted and bucked hard several times into her little rump, bouncing her quite a few inches into the air. He clutched the sides of the little princesse's head as he clamped his big mouth onto her non-resposnive little mouth. The ethnic taste was different to white English girls even at this age: slightly 'perfumed', it seemed, although this was the natural odour of their skin.

Well, it was a bit of a drag to have to do it in his pants on this occasion and have no flesh-to-flesh contact with the little girl, but her innocence was already being subtly burned away: you could see it in her confused little expressions, even though she did giggle a lot at the strange events. Besides, she would get to meet his penis properly soon enough and learn of its mysterious and messy functions. Perhaps it would take a week or two to get naked and trusted alone with her. Thereafter things tended to snowball: although 8-9 was the peak age of pedophile's 'victims', 6 was pretty damn popular, and Camelia would have no shortage of wanters.

Simon and Anthony concluded the deal: a simple session-for-session, Camelia-for-Hannah agreement. More importantly, Anthony did not expect any other payment besides Hannah, even when Simon's buddies - Bill and Sean, and possibly Dan - became involved with Camelia. That was deemed fair, as it was going to take a few weeks to get to full cock and cum action with Camelia, whereas Hannah was open for that already of course.

THE END

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This is the last in the series before the September 2012 break. Now is the time to consider any 'virtual reality' involvement you want in this story (including the previous stories in the series). Email me with details of your character and ideas for background, going into as much detail as you want and I will write and edit to work it into the series.

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