My Bangkok Vacation

I started unraveling shortly after my wife died. I was still in my early forties and we both had substantial life insurance policies so we could retire early and live rather luxuriously if one of us met an untimely death, but I just didn't know what to do with myself. She was my life, my world, and perhaps most importantly of all, my voice of reason.

We had been together since college, and she made it clear from the beginning that she had no interest in kids. I didn't mind, she was the first real girlfriend I had and though I never admitted it to her, I was afraid we'd have a little girl, and what I'd end up doing to her. Ever since I hit puberty, I like girls about my age or younger, and as I grew up, that never really changed. Any girl, regardless how young, I found attracted, I ended up fantasizing about having sex with, sometimes innocent little trysts or role-play scenarios, but most of them seemed focused on their violent and unwilling defilement.

When it came to masturbating, after a while normal porn just didn't do it for me most the time, and I soon turned to rape porn, mostly from Japan and Russia, and, when the wife was away for a while, I'd take the risk and go after whatever child porn videos I could find on peer to peer programs, being sure to delete them before she returned home. Even while having sex, my mind was elsewhere, fantasizing my wife's pussy belonged to an innocent, terrified little girl I was savagely defiling.

But despite my dark and twisted fantasies, she was all I needed. In all other aspects, she was my perfect companion, and we lived a wonderful, happy and fulfilled life, just the two of us. With her gone, however, I had nothing to check my dark sexual appetite, and, with more than enough money to go into early retirement, I found myself spending more and more time sitting at home delving into the darkest, most twisted internet porn I could scrounge from the far corners of the web.

It only took a few months of unchecked fantasies before I finally had enough. By then, I had met plenty of others online that shared my darker interests, and I always heard stories about child prostitutes and sex slaves in Bangkok, so, I mustered up the courage and started asking around if anyone knew who to talk to. In all my years of creeping around the net doing things less than legal in most of the world, I had learned a thing or two about covering my tracks and knowing who and how to talk, and soon enough, I got enough leads to be able to book a vacation package so to say.

On paper, or anything traceable, everything seemed like it was on the up and up. A plane ticket to Bangkok and a stay in a classy hotel, guided tour packages, limo service, and a list of other mostly phony expenses, all of which almost justified the two million that would be wired to the private company setting it all up for me.

There was just one little catch that slipped under the radar, one that set me in a daze the almost entire day of travel it took to get there. The anticipation made what parts of the day-long flight I spent awake almost unbearable, but a couple of sleeping pills and an exhaustive, all-night masturbation session of illegal porn the night before ensured I at least slept soundly most of the flight to Hong Kong before the transfer.

When I finally arrived, a limo was indeed waiting for me at the airport, but where it took me was far from the expensive five-star hotel the faux vacation package I paid listed. I poured myself a drink and studied the set of keys waiting inside that would unlock my real destination. It was still very nice, granted, but much more private and out of the way. After a lengthy drive, the limousine pulled into a compound of various small but nice private housing units kept well out of the way of prying eyes behind a large stone wall, after a couple of guards waved the driver in.

Each building was sectioned off with its own private wall to give its occupants their privacy from the others, all done in simple oriental style. The driver pulled up to the one I could call my own for the next week, and opened the door for me to step out and unlock the smaller gate. Looking around, it didn't have much in it other than the essentials, a fully stocked kitchen, a spacious bathroom, small patio and garden out back, and, what I came all that way, spent all that money for, a bedroom, where upon the luxurious four post bed, was tied, blindfolded and gagged, a helpless eleven-year-old Asian girl dressed in a Japanese school girl uniform.

I don't know how long she had been left there, bound in darkness, no sounds but her own breath and muffled cries, but I could tell she was listening intently to my entrance, her body rigid in fear. Cameras were positioned on tripods around the bed at various heights and angles per request just waiting to be turned on so I could have a home movie to remember my little vacation by, and after setting my travel bags aside and donning the leather mask lying at the foot of the bed, I started doing just that, moving from camera to camera to record the greatest moment of my life.

With the formalities out of the way, I leaned down to study my terrified little prize. I glided my fingers through her long black hair, as I took in her scent and licked her cheek, then moved to her chest, cupping her small, budding breasts through the uniform that was a size too small for a body just starting to show signs of maturation. Continuing down, I slid my hand under her skirt, then wiggled it underneath her panties, reaching down till I felt the crack of her pussy lips, completely bald, just as I asked.

She squirmed frantically at my touch, tears rolling down her cheeks as she whimpered through the gag. "Don't worry, darling, the fun hasn't even begun yet," I reassured her in a language I knew she wouldn't understand, just before I started unbuttoning her shirt. I peeled the sides back slowly, exposing her chest. Her little mounds were hardly an A cup, but perfectly round, with tiny nipples dotting the centers. I straddled her and took a little breast in each hand, squeezing hard, eliciting a muffled yelp. "What's that, sweetie?" I asked and removed her gag. She starting frantically pleading in her native language, as I looked down at her, building saliva in my mouth as I waited for the perfect opportunity, still fondling her breasts as she spouted God knows what at me.

Eventually, winded from her hysterics, she gasped for air, which was when I spit right into her mouth, causing her to choke it down, then hack and gurgle it back out. SLAP! I whipped my hand hard across her cheek just for good measure as she desperately tried to clear her throat. "I never said you could talk, now did I, bitch?"

Her face turned to the side from the force of the blow, she just laid there, quietly sobbing as best she could between ragged gasps as I went down to tongue her nipples, licking and biting for a while, mostly soft and gentle, but throwing in a few hard chomps randomly to keep her off guard and to hear her beautiful screams as I reveled in her agony.

Once I had my fill of her barely developed tits, I grabbed her by her chin and forced her to look back up so I could shove my tongue down her throat, prodding her mouth as I passionately and sloppily kissed her before reaching down and undoing the ropes binding her feet to the bed so I could spread her legs painfully wide and get me a better look at her white cotton panties. Pinning them down underneath my own, I started gently rubbing her pussy through her panties, every so often giving it a good slap before going back to rubbing. Finally, I went for her sides, tickling and prodding sending her into a fit of squeals before finally producing my desired results, her clean white panties starting to stain yellow as her piss soaked through them and pooled onto the plastic bed cover we were lying on top of.

Her panties thoroughly soaked, I slowly peeled them off, not even bothering to wring them out before pressing against her cheeks with my free hand to force her mouth open and shoving them in, then tightening the gag over her mouth again. With her now forced to suck down her own urine, I stood and watched her squirm and thrash against her bindings as I finally undressed, stroking my already rock-hard cock once it was free from my pants.

I reached for a bottle of lube left of the nightstand and got my dick nice and slippery before I rejoined her on the bed, once again spreading her legs wide and lifting her little waist out of the pool of piss she was now lying in. It was time she was truly violated. I grabbed her thighs and lined her little asshole up with my cock, then shoved it in till I was balls deep. She bit down on her piss gag as she screamed, her bodily fluids filling her mouth causing her once again to gurgle and choke. I undid the gag and removed the panties to let her scream freely once again. I didn't care, all that mattered to me was that I had my forty-two-year-old cock buried in her eleven-year-old virgin asshole. I started pounding, fast and hard as she screamed and babbled in her own language.

I had never been so turned on in my life, but I wasn't finished. My cock coated with lube and her anal juices, I took it out and moved it up to her pussy lips. Slowly pressing the head in until I could feel the resistance of her hymen, then thrusting, violently shredding it. That was all it took, I came, the strongest, greatest feeling orgasm of my life. I was still squirting cum into her pussy after five powerful thrusts, but even after my balls finished emptying themselves into her, I didn't stop. My body demanded more. My ears couldn't get enough of her terrified cries of agony, my eyes were fixated on her little naked body, still half clad in her school girl shirt and skirt, tears streaming down her face, and my cock craved more defilement of her sweet, unbelievably tight virgin pussy. Minutes passed by and I just kept pounding, never letting up, never slowing down. I was an animal wholly given over to my sick and primal lusts. Time melted away. Until, finally, I came again, almost as forcefully as the first, this time stopping buried all the way into her, squirting my cum as far into her underdeveloped womb as possible.

When I pulled out, piss and cum were everywhere beneath her legs and oozing out of her bruised and battered cunt. I scooped up as much as I could of the concoction and forced it into her mouth, then, as one last act of humiliation, pissed all over her face, holding her mouth open as she tried to turn away. I rolled to her side to catch my breath. By now, the girl was in shock, staring blankly at the ceiling, not responding, barely breathing. I watched her in awe at what I had just done. The pure thrill, the power, her total helplessness, it was intoxicating. I stood and picked up the phone, dialing the main building and telling the other end I was finished with her for now, hung up and went to the bathroom for a nice relaxing bath. By the time I was done, girl, the plastic bed cover, the mess we made and the cameras were all gone.

But they'd all be back tomorrow. After all, she was mine for the entire week.