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“Trafficking in children is a global problem affecting large numbers of children. Some estimates have as many as 1.2 million children being trafficked every year. There is a demand for trafficked children as cheap labour or for sexual exploitation. Children and their families are often unaware of the dangers of trafficking, believing that better employment and lives lie in other countries. 

Child trafficking is lucrative and linked with criminal activity and corruption. It is often hidden and hard to address. Trafficking always violates the child’s right to grow up in a family environment. In addition, children who have been trafficked face a range of dangers, including violence and sexual abuse. Trafficked children are even arrested and detained as illegal aliens." - Unicef

  "Being Sold" is the story of what happened to Lola, Click here to read Lola's Story

It’s about time to tell this story. I realize that this story will strike horror with everyone. People will be outraged and sad and believe it cannot happen in a modern society such as ours. The truth is that it has happened. It is a series of events in my life I will never forget. I feel everything from anger to despair for the girl in this story, and am shocked and feel powerless that there are 1,200,000 those experiences something like this… every year.

My daughter was kidnapped. That’s why I decided to go undercover and see for myself what happened to my daughter. Maybe I would find her. I wanted to document the evil people that could sell another human being. I wanted to see what they did. To do this, I had to become friends with some of the world’s scumbags. I had to spend time with them until they trusted me. This was hard. One slip from my mouth or one question too much, and they would think I was the police. It was not just a question of what I said; I also had to be careful of my body language. I had to show that I had no morality and ethics. Otherwise these people would cut me into 4.

We were driving through the streets somewhere in Eastern Europe. We were driving on smaller and smaller roads. I thought that we would soon be in some field. The houses looked quite poor. We saw a girl standing by a building. She looked dirty and high as if she had just sniffed glue. It was easy to see that she was a street child. The car stopped and she came over to the window and asked us what we wanted. This was the worst mistake that she ever made as she was forced into the back of the car. Her hand was stretched out and a needle was shown. She got an injection that made her very tired and after a few minutes she stopped kicking and trying to scream.

I looked at her. She did not know that she was now a commodity. She was about to be sold to the highest bidder. She would live a life of being a sex slave, and her freedom, her innocence; even her future would be stolen. It would be sold. I don’t think the captors really cared. To them she had no family. It was easy to see that she lived on the streets. She had no family, so there was no family to pay. She had no one to miss her. But as I looked at her, I could see that she was beautiful. Her face was like an angel. Deep down I knew that a lot of pedo’s would love to own her. She was about to be the property of some perv. The question was if she would enjoy the life of a sex slave more than living on the streets. Who knows? Maybe her owner would love her. What was I thinking? This girl could be my daughter that was kidnapped so many years earlier. How did she feel? Was she drugged into submission?

We drove to an empty warehouse and threw her inside a cell. The drug we gave her was slowly wearing off. The girl could see that she was locked in a cell with three men on the other side. Her head was buried in her arms as she cried. I could also see the anxiety in her body, as she was clearly afraid and confused to where she was.

Rocco, who was the head of our little group, told me to feel her body and get her used to a man feeling her body. I was also told to see if she was a virgin. Then he handed me a diaper and explained that she was being marketed to men who liked girls in diapers. I could feel the anxiety in me. Here I was trying to research the evils of child trafficking and expose the kidnappers as devils themselves. Kidnapping children for a paedophiles pleasure is probably the worst thing a person can do.

Now I was sitting beside the girl, and about to abuse her.

“What’s your name?” I asked

“Lola”

“How old are you?”

“11”

I then asked her if she knew what sex was. She admitted that she sucked some men and let them fuck her. She was crying as she said it was so she could survive on the street. I could see Rocco’s face. He was disappointed. He knew that a virgin was worth a lot more money than a used girl. You can say it’s the same with everything. A used car is not as expensive as a new one.

While I was thinking about this, I started feeling her under her old t-shirt. This could have been a test from Rocco to see if I could be trusted or not. I would do anything to find my daughter that was kidnapped years earlier. Lola’s skin was very smooth. If she washed herself, she would indeed smell nice. I could feel my cock get stiff as my large hands were now circling her chest. I could feel the budding new breasts. She gasped every time my finger top touched her nipple. My hands started working their way down to her waist. My free hand was opening her jeans as my other hand started feeling her pussy. I often felt a pussy that was shaved, but feeling a pussy that had no hair yet was something else. It felt like my hands were skating on something that is too true to be good. Lola just spread her legs as she did so many times before. She stared at the barred window while my hand was caressing her cunt. I could feel the juices start come out the more and I caressed it. I closed my eyes asking for forgiveness as well as thinking how lovely this was. I opened my eyes and could see the face of my daughter. I quickly removed my hand. What did I just do? I abused a little girl. I was now a paedophile.

Rocco threw a short denim dress at her and told her to wash and put the new dress on. He also threw a diaper on the bed and explained that Lola will be a special baby and sold to special people.  Lola looked at me and asked what will happen to her. I kissed her forehead and told her not to think about it. How was I going to explain that she would be sold as a sex slave in a country she knew nothing about? I then had to tell her that from now on she would be wearing a diaper. This didn’t seem to bother her at all. She confided in me that she was a model once where she wore diapers and since then she sometimes wet herself. I took the opportunity to explain that wearing them full time would be good. I think my voice was stuttering as I pulled took off her clothes and seen her naked body. I will admit that her body was something that I admired. After just feeling her growing buds and her pussy, I felt like raping her there. I held myself back and put the diaper on her. I thought this would make her look less sexy, but in a way, it looked even sexier. The denim dress did very little to hide the diaper. I told her to wait here, because soon we had to travel a long way.

She was thrown in the back of a van. I was given a needle to give Lola an injection. I knew this would make her feel tired and confused. Rocco told me to take care of her, but to make sure that I didn’t get too attached with her, as she was just a commodity. I could see her eyes pleading to let her go. Her eyes pleaded freedom. I gave her the injection. I had a job to do. My eyes closed and I imagined my daughter confused and pleading her captives not to inject her. She must have been so afraid on what a sex slave was.

A few hours later, the van stopped. I was told to change Lola’s diaper. Once again I had a clear view of her hairless pussy. I asked her did she like when I felt her pussy. There was no reaction. She just looked at the ceiling in the van and asked if we were done soon. Not getting her consent, I just continued to stroke my finger up and down the slit. Sometimes I would finger fuck her. I tried convincing myself that I was no paedophile but I was just getting her ready for what laid ahead of her.

Outside Rocco was waiting. He wanted to take pictures of her. At first Lola found it hard just standing on her legs, after so many hours in a dark van. Her eyes also had to get used to the sunlight. He raised his hand showing that he would slap her if she didn’t smile and show she didn’t care about taking provocative pictures. In the first few pictures, she put her arms under her chin and did a pose that a sultry pop star would give. Then she started feeling her knees working her way up to her diapered pussy. Then she put her hand behind the denim dress, lifting it up as she started caressing her buds. She smiled, but it was not the smile of a girl that was enjoying herself. It was a smile of a girl that knew it was her body the camera wanted to see. At times images of my daughters face were in my head. Did she smile? Did she understand how to look sexy? Was she beaten until she had learnt it? Did my dear daughter look like a slut like Lola did now? In a way Lola was used to being a slut. She let people take pictures of her. She let people have sex with her. She sold herself to men and boys when she was homeless on the street. I was trying to defend the actions that I was witnessing. Maybe Lola deserved this.

We were told to get in the back of the truck. Rocco noticed that I had an erection that was about to burst.

“I think it’s time she took care of that”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean by the time we stop again, the girl knows how to take care of a cock when it looks like what you have”

“Her name is Lola”

Once again in the van, we were driving through country roads. For every kilometre that went, she looked out the back window and felt more and more alone. Her old life was becoming a memory

One thing I could not help was my cock. It was standing up at full attention. I took my cock out of my trousers and noticed that she pushed herself more back in her seat. This girl was no virgin. She knew exactly what was going to happen. I took her by the back of her head and forced my cock in her mouth. I looked down and seen her eyes once again pleading. Were they pleading for this? My cock had a mind of its own. It didn’t care what she wanted. I could feel her tongue as it licked the top and sides of my cock. It seems like she was now in a world of her own as she started bobbing her head back and forth. Sometimes she would suck her cheeks in, so it felt like I had my cock in some vacuum. Lola was one hot child slave. She would make some perv lots of money. I took the back of her head and tried pushing it more and more in; I wanted to make sure she remembered this mouth fuck forever. I am certain that I would. The wet sensation of the little mouth was too much for me, and after while I cummed in her mouth. She swallowed it, which is something I didn’t know she would do. Then she wiped her mouth and sat back in her corner, smiling at me while she felt asleep.

It was time to get something to eat. The van stopped at some old run down cafeteria. Rocco told Lola and me that we would be father and daughter. He was quite mean, and said if she tries anything he would kill her. Lola looked at me while he made this threat. She could see in my powerless eyes that we should do what he said.

In the Cafeteria, we ate a burger. Lola was quite talkative. She told me how she took pictures for some modelling agency. How most of the pictures were of her wearing a diaper. Later she would be in pictures and video of having sex with another girl. This was replaced by sex with men. Her father didn’t give a shit; he just let her be abused by these people. She escaped on the street where she met other homeless children. She took care of some younger children and used her body to get money so they could eat. She cried as she told of her many friends that had died by sniffing glue.

I was once again hard when she was telling this story. I felt sorry for her, but my cock didn’t. I put my hand under the table and started fingering her. She closed her eyes as she felt my finger invading her tight wet pussy. I felt her hand trying to take my cock out, which she managed. After that, we were two people masturbating each other in a cafeteria. Both of us were in a world of our own as we felt each other and how much pleasure that could give us. Of course within minutes, I started to cum under the table. Lola was quite wet as well. We were bought back to reality when a waitress asked us if the food was OK, we both looked a bit red in the face. Lola said everything was fine.

After the waitress went, Lola asked me did I love her. I lowered my head and said that it was time to get going.

Once again we were on the road. Lola looked out the window. My thoughts were once again on my daughter. I thought of her beautiful little face being made to suck a man, and maybe even be fucked.  I tell you this much, pigs have more rights than children. My eyes were full of tears now. Did my daughter survive this, or did she die? Lola saw the tears in my eyes. Maybe she thought they were for her. Maybe they were as well.

The van stopped once again. It was a huge park. I was told to take Lola out and wait. Rocco said it was time to earn a bit of extra money. This fat man gave Lola money and I was forced to hand her over to him. Lola looked at me and pleaded. I didn’t want to blow my cover. The man led Lola into some bushes. He told Rocco to send someone in 10 minutes.

“You seem to be getting attached to her” Rocco said

“No. I just wonder what her life will be like”

“Her life is over. She will be sold to an old paedophile and be his slave for years. That’s if she survives. Some pedos are nice, others are not that loving”

“Don’t you feel bad at times that we kidnap innocent children and make slaves of them?”

“Not really? Do you?”

“Money is money”

Rocco told me to go in the bushes to find Lola. I slowly ventured through the bushes. This must have been a meeting place for pedos, because there were several boys and girls doing everything from sucking to getting fucked. None of the children seemed happy in what they were doing. I could see that their faces were blank. The central thing in each scene is that a cock overpowered a child.

Finally I found Lola. She was just wiping her mouth. I could see that she spit his sperm out. This made me proud of her. She still had humour telling the man that under no circumstances did she want his sperm in her. The man said that he paid Rocco to see me fuck her. I was about to say that I was not a pedo. Then I thought of all the abuse Lola experienced, just by my hands. Who was I fooling of course I was a pedo

I laid her on her back and took off all her clothes. The man was surprised that she was wearing a diaper. That came off too. I spread her legs as I started kissing her budding tits. OK, they were flat, but I could see them poking out a bit. I started kissing lower and lower. She liked this as I could feel her hands on my head, forcing my head more and more into her body. At last I was licking her pussy. It was wet in anticipation of this. I let my tongue fuck it. She was starting to groan begging me not to stop. I didn’t. I tried to swallow as much pussy juice as I could. I am so sorry that I cannot explain how it felt. It was better than anything I ever tasted before. I then spread her legs as far as possible and looked down at my cock. Once again, Lola made it as stiff as possible. It was time to make us into one being. In other words, I pushed forward and my cock found the entrance. I decided to put it in quick. This girl was no virgin, so she knew what was happening. She let out a long moan as my cock buried itself in her pussy. I smiled too. The pussy was so tight and hugged my cock as I started going in and out of her. After a few minutes, she started pushing her pussy towards me. She wanted it in her as far as possible. She was breathing heavy, and I heard her say that she loved me. I looked down at her face and tears came to my eyes once again. Even though she seemed to accept being fucked, I was still abusing her. After some minutes I started sperming inside of her. The man was jerking off seeing this performance, and at the same time I came, he came all over Lola’s face. I felt like punching him.

Lola and I were exhausted after. In my head I went over what she would experience now. We would soon arrive in town and people would bid for her in a secret auction. Then some pedo would come and claim her. You know the rest. This most likely happened to my daughter. The more and more I thought about it; the more I thought that I would never see her again. Some things are too late.

Even though I would never see her again, I would take fate in my hands. I would save Lola. The fat man left. I told Lola to hide in the bushes and if anything happened to me to run as fast as she could. Soon Rocco came. He asked where she was. I pointed away from me. As he looked that way, I stabbed him with a knife I had. I stabbed him about 30 times. I wanted this monster dead.

Lola came out of the bush and hugged me. She started kissing me, tongue against tongue. I explained that we had to travel back to her home country. But I would not allow her to sleep in the streets. I would take care of her. At the same time, I promised I would not abuse her any more. I knew this would be the hardest part of the deal

“Are you my new father?” she asked

“I suppose I am…”

“… or maybe my husband!” Lola said as she smiled