Sean was seeing very little of his 'darling' 10-year-old Hannah since the jaw-dislocation at the hands of that cretin Simon, and his on-tap child meat for the last two years was now mostly in the care of Dan and her mother. A right little family, they were, already. They were going to and fro making preparations for their move to the sleepy Scottish Isles, and Sean had agreed to it without argument. It was time to move on, the safety valve inside him cried, and he'd had a great run with Hannah. Besides, she was going to hit puberty very soon, and it just wouldn't be the same. Nevertheless, it would be sad to see her go - you couldn't help developing affection for the little sluts when you got to know them. A nice goodbye of some sort would be held in a few days time, coinciding with his 36th birthday funnily enough.

Things were panning out okay, though, as they always tended to do for Sean. He wasn't quite sure, himself, how he did it. For the foreseeable future - 'until he found his feet again' - he had been loaned the excellent Indonesian Mia, by the brilliant pedo pimp of the southern counties, Anthony. The guy had problems of his own with the south branch of the ring, and it was convenient for him to get Mia out of his hair, which suited Sean fine.

"You're certainly... fucking... good at this," he hissed, as he sat on a stool in his bedroom, being ridden by the skinny brown 11-year-old.

"Thank," she squawked, "you like?"

"Yes... I like."

He rubbed his hands incessantly up and down her smooth, narrow sides, feasting his eyes on her non-breasted coffee-skin. He leaned her away from him a little, and himself from her, emphasizing the part of their bodies that were completely joined. She, holding his shoulders and her stick-like legs opened almost at right-angles around him, fucked herself on his shaft. She grinned like it was her calling in life, yet there was something dead and annoyingly insincere about her dark eyes.

"You... going... to cum, now?" she asked.

"I'm gonna cum when I'm good and fucking ready," he gasped. "Just keep fucking."

"I'm fuck you good, yes?" she bleated.

"No, I'm fucking YOU," said Sean, watching an exceptional proportion of his shaft slipping up her tight brown camel-toe. "Just shut up and fucking concentrate."

Mia might not have understood every nuance, but she shut up, anyway. When Sean felt the first pulses of his climax, he made a double-hand grab for her arse, such as it was. Damn, she had less flesh than Hannah down there, although taller and older. His fingers interlocking over her buttocks, he stood up and lifted her with him. Had to show this bitch who was boss. She cackled in surprise as he carried her to the bed, still impaled on him. Sean fell upon her, on the edge of the bed, and drove in firm measured strokes between thighs that were barely wider than his arms. He wound his fingers tightly in her black hair, either side of her head, and drilled her as hard and deep as he felt she could take. By the time he ejaculated, lurching erratically, her stupid smile was more like a grimace of pain and surrender.

"Aieee, ahhh!" she cried.

"Ughhh! Yahhh, there ya go," panted Sean, holding his grind on her underage Asian cunt to ensure every last ebb of his cum went inside it.

He withdrew from her, bringing with it a mini-flood of semen, and hoisted her under the armpits more fully onto the bed. There he stood, looking down with satisfaction on her outrageously slender body, her legs still open in submission. She was smiling again now, but somehow more respectfully. She was going to be an interesting live-in girlfriend for a few weeks, with the language challenge of getting to know her alleviating any between-sessions boredom. So far, he'd gathered she did all this so she could send money to her family back in the backwater Javan village she came from, but she certainly seemed to have grown to like it for its own sake. Who the hell knew what went through their heads?

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Meanwhile, a particular event had brought matters to a head for Anthony. A week after the orgy weekend, 7-year-old Jessica was deemed ready to be presented for action again, but reluctantly so by her whore mother. Anthony had to press for it, because 3 Danish guys had arranged to visit and specifically wanted her - the child, that is. The date was not easy to re-arrange, and also there had been very important trading channels between their organization and his: lots of the hardest kind of vids but, more importantly, 'actual' kids being swapped and loaned. Mia had come from them, and in payment they wanted 10 sessions with Jessica spread over the next 6 months.

The visitors, who looked like a cross between Vikings and Hell's Angel bikers aged 34 to 50, did not behave well with little Jess. They were appreciative when she appeared in the image she was becoming famous for - skimpy blue evening dress, lipstick and pearly earrings - and marveled at her pale skin. They wasted little time on pleasantries, however, their ice-breaking with her amounting to passing her around for crude fondling and slurping her frightened little face. Soon, they demanded action, not pacing things as Anthony had wanted.

The first man, fat and 50, simply rolled her dress up to her chest and yanked her knickers off, and buggered her over the sofa with a paper bag over her head. They all kept to the threshold of force that would cause damage, but the 'tone' of the whole thing was just sadistic. She squealed, her neck being held down, as he pushed an ugly thick two inches of penis between her tiny white buttocks, ejaculating mercifully soon.

The second man, a lanky and grizzled 44, at least spent time kissing her lips smoochily before fucking her mouth. He did the deed standing, his fingers wrapped in her hair for control. He was skilled, it had to be said, his grip directing her little head to 'roll' in time with his raping thrusts. Even so, he made her cough a lot and brought a wide-eyed look to her wet blue eyes, before pumping an unforgivingly long ejaculation into her spluttering mouth. He slapped her cheek for not doing a good job of swallowing, even though his mates loved the stream of cum over her chin.

Jessica was crying by the time man three, complete with warrior-like moustache, readied himself.

"So, she fucks?" he asked.

"Yes," affirmed Anthony, soberly. At this point, Jess made for the door, as kiddies sometimes naively do. She must have known she couldn't escape, and would not be allowed to. Anthony brought her back by the hand and managed to calm her down enough for her to allow the guy to have his child-rape. This he did by lifting her up and down by the armpits, her back to him, whilst he sat on the sofa. Jess was well-trained enough to open her legs to virtually the splits, but the bastard impaled her to the limit of her capabilities. They shoved the paper bag on her head again at this point, not liking her bitter little expression and moans of complaint.

Of course, they did a good deal more than this in the 3-hour session, but these were the focal events. By the time it was over, Jess was silent and trembling, a real regression from the moody but giggling little sex-Queen Anthony had nurtured. He told them flat that the deal was cancelled, and in order to separate amicably it was arranged for the now well-broken-in little Camelia, six, and her Palestinian mother Esther, to go over to their custody permanently. Anthony was more than happy with this, sensing that those two were going to be trouble later down the line: something sly and resourceful about that Esther.

As for he, Jess and Jess's mother, he would lay low with them for a few months, molesting Jess only himself and trying to train her to enjoy most aspects of sex, then gradually using her for trade with any new pedos he met. With regret, he broke links with Sean's branch too, as the idiot Simon had made it too dangerous. Damned annoying, since that new blonde scrat - the 9-year-old Elise - was a sweet sensation, and Hannah was always great fun.

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Elise's return to action since her 'somewhat traumatizing' - Mom's words - orgy weekend was eagerly awaited in several camps. Sean thought she was great - her meekness, gentile face and delicate body being a real heart-breaker - but, fucking hell, those angel brown eyes and the 18-carat hair! Christ, the little bum!!! Likewise, those members on the wings such as the sensible and mature Robert, and the younger and less likable Richard and Kevin, each hankered for a further shot at her. However, all Sean had to offer in return now was Mia, and this was not satisfactory to Elise's Dad, 'Trucker Dave'. He was wanting Hannah at the very least, and Jessica preferably, but Sean had to explain these were no longer possible. Debbie, Jess's pain-in-the-butt Mom, just wanted to build on her one-weekend lesbian-stand with the 14-year-old Fiona. Well, that was up to Simon, explained Sean, and parted ways with them.

This was where it got very interesting and 'life-changing' for Dave and Debbie, and consequently Elise. They approached Simon, despite knowing what he was like, who right away declared his interest in 'something hardcore and regular' with Elise. He also informed them he had made plans of his own. As a consequence of being effectively booted out of the main groups, and being 'recognized' in town by a 17-year-old bitch whom he had repeatedly mouth-raped 10 years ago, he was preparing to leave for America. 'Permanently, like.' Once there, he intended to 'cut a swathe of underage sex through every state', as he put it. That was not all: he had reasserted his relationship with Fiona, and she would accompany him on this, seduced by the prospect of travel and adventure in the great US of A. That was not all, either: over the web, Simon had formed a relationship with an American family, a very unusual family...

A very professional 33-year-old whore, named Gloria, had an 11-year-old daughter named Mandy whom she had trained to become virtually as 'professional' as she was. By all accounts, she didn't have to train the little slut very hard - something more liberal in the American persona, maybe, unless you're talking about the sodding bible belt - but even that was full of hypocrisy and sexual chancers masquerading as preachers.

"Sorry, I digress," explained Simon. Now, this Gloria had a new boyfriend named Jim, who had brought with him a daughter called Amy from his broken marriage. The girl was 12, and already showing great potential in their 'profession', encouraged as she was in her friendship with new step-sis, Mandy. The family's profession was an itinerant one: they lived on the road, checking into motels or even other folks' camper vans, Gloria hiring out her services - and those of the two kids - to anybody interested, and preferably rich. They made a killing from it, guys all over the country positively grasping at the opportunity for sex with the minors. Gloria herself was never short of clients, and it almost went without saying that their four-way relationship was incestuous - eye-wateringly so.

Into this situation, Simon was invited, his ticket being Fiona. The possibilities were endless. Into this situation, Simon now invited Dave, Debbie and - of course - the utterly precious Elise. They would all hit the road with the yanks, travelling in two camper vans. They would make a strong, free-living and free-loving little tribe, sustaining themselves on money made from the child-sex they pedaled, and the excellent age-range of 'goods' they had with them.

"It's big world," said Simon, "with all kinds of people in it."

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In the next episode, Sean says his 'goodbye' to Hannah, and we learn more of the astonishing Yank family, as Simon and his party meet them and begin the process of bonding. Word may also reach us about the fate of little Camelia now on the European continent, and the 'convalescence' - or not - of young sweet Abigail and the Asian exile of old Bill.