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CUNT ON THE COSTA

by John Kirk 2002

Story codes are pedo/humiliation/punishment/scat/torture/caution

WARNING  This, like all of my stories, contains some or all of the 
following: adults, teens, children, infants, both sexes, abduction, 
humiliation, forced sex, violence, punishment, torture, mutilation and 
sexual murder.  If any of these offends you, then SOD OFF and read something 
else.

Having operated in France, Italy and elsewhere, I chose to move my business 
to Spain for a while.  I quite fancied a couple of years of sun, sea, dirty 
sex and humiliating some pretty cunt on the Costa del Sol.  I rented an 
apartment in La Linea de la Concepcion, a not especially attractive town 
which borders the tiny Gibraltar peninsula and comes quite a lot cheaper 
than the more glamorous towns along the coast like Marbella and the holiday 
resorts of Fuengirola and Torremolinos.

The apartment next door was going cheap so I rented that, too, to make into 
my business office.   I had all the furniture put in storage and kitted the 
place out with stylish office furnishings and decor.   The lounge was turned 
into a reception area and main office, one of the bedrooms was to be my 
private office, another my secretary's office, and the third was turned into 
a meeting room.

I discovered that the toilets in both apartments were adjacent to each 
other, so I bought a three square foot one-way mirror window set in a nice 
heavy pine frame, knocked a suitable hole in the wall and fixed it in place 
myself.  Then I mounted a still camera behind the mirror with the shutter 
control under the desk in my office.  I love watching people, especially 
young women, going to the lavatory.   One other special modification was a 
magnetic lock for my private office door which I could operate without 
getting up from my desk.

On a night out in Gibraltar soon after arriving, I came across one of the 
cutest pieces of barmaid cunt I have ever seen.   The music was so 
uncomfortably loud, it was pretty well impossible to have any sort of 
conversation with it across the bar but I could see from its lapel badge its 
name was Laura.   I judged her to be mid-twenties and her expression and 
demeanour suggested she was an impish, wildchild sort of a girl.   She was 
exceptionally pretty with a cute pixie baby face, luscious brown eyes, 
little button nose, and a small but sexy looking mouth.  Her dark brunette 
slightly curly hair fell almost to her narrow shoulders and fringed her big 
baby eyes.  Only about 5 feet tall, she was petite and slim.

In spite of her small cute frame and her gamine, deliciously androgynous 
look, Laura's tits were full and firm with a narrow cleavage.   I guessed 
she measured about 34" with a C-cup.   This was about all I got to see of 
Laura's body on the first night, apart from one riveting and all too short 
glimpse of her sexy bum in tight pale blue jeans.

I just managed to establish through the cacophony and the crush of people at 
the bar that she worked there three or four nights a week and that not all 
nights were as noisy or as busy.  That was the extent of our conversation 
but hers is a smile you never forget and I knew I had to have this cute 
little whore for my own personal use.  I considered it my right to have her, 
and that her lovely body now belonged to me.

I put an ad in the Gibraltar Chronicle and in the weekly English-language 
paper on the Costa for a bilingual English mother-tongue secretary offering 
good pay to the right girl.   Much as I loved the look of many of the 
Spanish cunts I had seen, I wanted an expatriate bitch.  Isolated from her 
family and living in a foreign country, she is vulnerable and easy to abuse.

A little over 20 applications provided me with a wealth of names, addresses 
and phone numbers for my pervert file and five girls who seemed worth 
interviewing.   One was a dog (no), another was rather plain with a fat body 
(no), the third was a very pretty teenager and a bit bimbo-ish (shortlist), 
the fourth was a pretty woman in her late 20s with a lovely body and long 
sexy legs but a bit cocksure, if not actually arrogant, and didn't strike me 
as being pliable, an essential quality (shortlist), and number five was 
Lindy Sutton-Reeder.

When I opened the front door to Lindy and saw this vision of loveliness walk 
into the office, I knew at once she was going to be my plaything.  Dressed 
in a sharp business suit of dark blue cotton with a white open-necked 
blouse, an expensive looking small gold broche on her collar, her legs in 
pale flesh coloured tights, and elegant black court shoes with 2-inch heels, 
she looked cool, sophisticated and well-bred (it turned out that she was 
from a very well to do family from the Surrey stockbroker belt).  The 
breeding showed from her casually erect posture, back straight, arms at her 
sides, head erect, and from the demure look on her face, confident yet 
slightly coy, the Diana look.  No one is born with it.  It takes years of 
learning, literally from birth.

The bitch was stunning.   Lindy was age 35, 5'4" tall, and downright fucking 
gorgeous.   Even on close inspection, she looked facially like Elizabeth 
Hurley, with a generous mouth, aquiline nose and captivatingly big brown 
eyes.   Her makeup was discreet, just enough to accentuate her beauty, but 
no more.   Her thick wavy hair, very dark, almost black, fell to her narrow 
shoulders.   Her body was firm and taught with a luscious hour-glass figure 
just beginning to gain a certain plumpness of the hips (her only blemish 
but, as I later discovered, her body had oozed out two sexy little fuck 
children so I forgave her).  Lindy had lovely, heavy tits (measuring 39C and 
weighing almost 3 lbs each, I later discovered) and a big plump, fleshy 
bottom.  Her lovely legs were very shapely down to her thin ankles and small 
feet.

I decided to hire this succulent bitch even before I interviewed her and, as 
it turned out, I couldn't have chosen better.  This cunt was everything I 
wanted, and more.   In the course of the interview, I discovered Lindy was 
married to a young guy (younger than her) called Kenny, who scraped a living 
on building sites, and had two children, a boy and an infant girl, that life 
was tough and she'd had trouble getting a job which paid the sort of money 
she needed to pay the mortgage, feed and clothe her family, and keep up the 
appearance to her wealthy folks back home that she was doing OK.  She didn't 
put it all in quite those words but she said enough for me to read the rest 
between the lines.

Despite the well-manicured look, the cool exterior and the personal control 
derived from all that breeding and expensive private education, she couldn't 
hide her desperation.  I'm very good at getting under the skin and seeing 
the things people don't want seen.   I figured (rightly, as it turned out) 
she would do absolutely anything to get the job.   There was something else 
about her which took a good few minutes to put my finger on.   Beneath the 
elegance, wit and charm was a terrified little girl.   Something was wrong 
in that pretty head and it would take some time to find out what it was, but 
I sensed immediately that, whatever it was, it could be used to control her, 
make her do anything I commanded.

I also felt very strongly a sense of submissive meekness radiating from her, 
that she would find it almost impossible to refuse my commands, no matter 
how perverted they were or how disgusted she felt by them or by me.  Her 
meekness and need to obey would overcome her sense of humiliation whilst, at 
the same moment, enhancing it.

As the interview was drawing to a close, I took the risk and went straight 
for the jugular.   I knew I had nothing to lose by it and wanted to see if I 
could take control of Lindy Sutton right then and there (Sutton, by the way, 
was her family name and she liked to continue to use it, although she was 
now legally Lindy Reeder, to maintain some sort of independence, stupid 
whore).   If I failed, I would rape her anyway before I let her go.

She wasn't the type to report it to the police.  Both the Policia Nacional 
and the Guardia Civil would only make her tell the story over and over for 
their own amusement and want to examine her body themselves; she would 
probably end up getting raped a second time time or, more probably, 
gangraped).  She would be even less likely to tell her husband.  The proud 
babe would rather die of shame first.  Anyway, the door was locked.

"Lindy, I think you are well qualified for this job.  I am certain you have 
the right manner and, if I may say so, you are very attractive and you look 
the part.  The right image for the company, so to speak."   "Thank you," she 
breathed, "I hope so."   I could see her cheeks flushing just perceptibly 
and her muscles relaxing ever so slightly.  She thought she was almost home 
and dry.    "I've interviewed some other young women, Lindy, and there's a 
shortlist, but I think I might like you to have the job.  There's just one 
thing, though...."    "Oh, what?"   Crunch time.   If what I figured about 
this cute bitch was right, I was about to score.

"Well, as you know, I'm willing to pay well.  What I'm offering is well 
above anything you could earn here on the coast or in Gibraltar.  And, as I 
say, I'm willing to pay for the right girl.  In fact, I'd be willing to add 
an extra $500 (local equivalent) a month for the girl who pleases me."  I 
could see the cogs whirring in her lovely head, working out how much 
difference that would make to her financial problems.  "And if you perform 
well, Lindy, I'm prepared to double your pay in six months' time.  How does 
that sound?"  "Goodness.  Gosh, I..I don't know what to say."   Her pretty 
little mind was in a spin.  The moment for the kill.

"But there's something I need you to do for me, Lindy."   Her huge smile 
vanished in an instant as I said "Lindy, I want you to stand up and show me 
your lovely big bare bottom."    She was thunderstruck.   The look of utter 
horror on that filmstar face was delicious.   "But..."  "I mean it, Lindy.  
If you want this job and all the money I'm willing to pay for it - and I 
know you need it - I want to see your big bottom AND I WANT TO FUCKING SEE 
IT NOW!" I hollered at her.

I could see all the emotions struggling with each other behind those pretty 
fluttering eyelashes.  As I'd known it would, her meekness, no doubt 
combined with her desperation for a decent income, won out over the 
realisation of just how humiliating this was going to be.

All her cool countenance temporarily lost, and with her gorgeous cheeks 
blushing, Lindy Sutton-Reeder pushed her chair back from my desk and stood 
up.   She looked at me with pleading eyes for a second, realised it was 
useless, and looked down at her hands which were twisting around each other 
in front of her belly.   My new slavegirl turned around slowly and 
unfastened the zip in the side of her skirt then undid the little button in 
the waistband.  The skirt fell down below the level of the desk giving me a 
good view of very sexy fleshy thighs in her tights, but her jacket came down 
below her buttocks.

Her hands went up under her jacket to the waistbands of her tights and 
panties and she tugged them together down her legs to her knees, also below 
the level of my desk.  Her legs were gorgeous in the flesh, just as I'd 
expected they would be.   She stood hesitantly for a moment or two.  "Lift 
up your jacket, Lindy.  Show me your lovely fat bottom."   Trying to stifle 
her sobs, she meekly lifted her jacket at the back to show me her bumcheeks. 
   "Oh Lindy, your bottom is as beautiful as your face.  I will not permit 
you to hide it from me when you're at work.  You will show me your bum 
several times every day."   She began to cry.

I rolled my chair around from behind my desk to the other side and made her 
turn so that her pert cheeks were level with my face.  Her bottom was very 
lovely.  It was fleshy but firm, the cheeks had little dimples either side, 
there was no sagging in them despite the weight of their flesh and they had 
no stretch marks.  They were big cheeks, beautifully round and very pert and 
her arse crack was just deep and narrow enough for my liking.

I put my hands on Lindy's big cheeks and began to feel them, squeeze and 
gently slap them, then I prised them apart to expose her woman anus.  I 
leant forward and kissed her pretty little bumhole.  It was as sweetly, but 
unobtrusively, perfumed as the rest of her.  Calvin Klein, I thought.  I 
loved the way her big botty cheeks quivered and wobbled when I touched them. 
  What a gorgeous and sophisticated slavegirl I had in my possession!  And 
what utterly perverted pleasure she was going to give me, if only she knew 
it.

I rolled back around the desk.  "Get dressed," I commanded in a sharp tone 
of voice, one she would soon learn to obey at her peril.   In a flurry of 
chaos and humiliation, the pretty cuntwoman tried to rearrange her clothing. 
  "Sit down."   She did.  "Look into my eyes, Lindy."  Her beautiful brown 
downcast eyes made their way hesitantly, nervously up to look into mine.  
Her eyeliner had run a little and stained her high cheekbones.  As she 
caught my gaze, she visibly flinched.

"Still want the job, Lindy?"   "Yes," she whispered.  "You need the job 
don't you?"   "Yes," she whispered again.   "And you will obey my commands 
to keep it, won't you?"   "Yes."   "I know you need the money. It's written 
all over you, pretty bitch.  So I'm going to give you an advance if you 
start work right now.  Don't worry, Lindy, it'll take five minutes and then 
you can go."  I produced a wad of notes from a drawer and pushed them across 
the desk to her.  "Go on, take it, quickly before I change my mind."   It 
was a lot of money.  Nervously, as though I might chop her hand off with the 
cash in it, she snatched up the money and shoved it into a side pocket of 
her jacket.

"Now, before your task for today, Lindy, some rules.  You will always 
address me as `Sir' unless there is someone else in the room.  Understand, 
Lindy?"  "Yes Sir."  "Your hours of work will be ten til six Monday to 
Friday with an hour for lunch and breaks mid-morning and afternoon.  I'm 
willing to be flexible on hours and on timekeeping by arrangement if you're 
willing to be flexible too.  There will be times when I'll need you evenings 
and weekends.  OK?"  "Yes Sir."   "I won't always be here during office 
hours but, when I am, your first duty is to please me in any way I order, 
Lindy.  Do you understand that?"   "Yes Sir."   "You will start tomorrow at 
ten.  Can you do that?"   "Yes Sir."   "You will not be late.  Bad 
timekeeping, except by arrangement with me, will be punished, Lindy.  
Tomorrow, I will begin to train you. Are you willing to be trained?"   "Yes 
Sir.  I'm willing."

"I intend also training you as a slavegirl, Lindy.  Will you be my 
slavegirl?"  "Yes Sir."  "Say it, bitch.  You will be my slavegirl."   "Yes 
Sir, I'll be your slavegirl, Sir," she whispered.

"Now your task for today.   Kneel on the floor at the side of my desk, 
Lindy."   "Yes Sir."   She knelt.  I got up and stood in front of her.  
"Unzip my trousers and pull my cock out."   The pretty whore gasped but did 
as she was told and she was very gentle without being ordered.  She was 
learning fast.   "Look up at me, cunt."  She did and she was crying, sobbing 
again.   It was a beautiful sight.  "Now masturbate me, Lindy Sutton.  I 
want to cum on your beautiful face."   "Yes Sir," she blubbed and began 
stroking her master's fat, ugly huge penis.  "Faster, bitch."  "Yes Sir."

She was crying quite openly now, tears falling down her cheeks and forming 
drips on her elegant chin.   Her sobbing was really turning me on so I 
pulled my fat testicle sac out of my zip and told her to fondle it while I 
took over wanking myself.   She was still looking up at me.  "Tell me you 
want me to spunk on your pretty face, Lindy."   "I want you to sp..spunk on 
my pr..pretty face, Sir-aaaaaghahahaaaa," she wailed.  "Beg me to squirt my 
filth on your facecunt, Lindy."   "Oooh, pleeease squirt y..y..your filth 
on..on m..my facec..cunt, Sir-aaaaaghaaahaaahaaahaaaa."

I just lost it at that moment and great fat gobs of my sticky lust goo spat 
onto that wonderful filmstar face, on her eyes, in her open mouth (which she 
snapped shut, trapping my sperm inside it on her silky wet tongue), in her 
gorgeous thick hair (the spunk showed up really well against her jet black 
hair), running down her flushed cheeks to drip off her finely chiseled chin 
onto her dark blue jacket.  Seeing this, I purposely aimed my last few jets 
of hot cum onto the lapels and over her blouse.

"Say thank you, Lindy."  "Thank you, Sir."   I made her stand up and gave 
her some tissues to clean up with.   "You can use the toilet if you'd like 
to clean up before you go, Lindy."   She blew her nose in a desperate bid to 
stop crying and asked where the toilet was.  I showed her and retreated to 
my desk to set the camera in motion.   It would take a shot every ten 
seconds until I shut it off again.

When she came out five minutes later, she looked like a goddess again and it 
was as if nothing unusual had happened.  She was behaving as though she 
hadn't just been humiliated, molested, abused and spunked on by a man she'd 
never met before.   The delicious female gave her best smile, brave girl, 
and said "Thank you, Sir.  I'll be here at ten tomorrow, then."   I patted 
her bum as she went out the door and she pretended not to notice.  It was 
only a matter of time before I would be doing things to this poor rich bitch 
that she would be entirely unable to pretend not to notice.

That night I went into Gibraltar to celebrate and made for Bourbon Street, 
the bar where Laura worked.  Luckily she was on that night and the place was 
a good deal less frenetic.   I turned the charm dial up to maximum output 
and chatted her up in the friendly way you can when you're 25 years older 
than your intended victim.   They don't realise you're doing it, if you're 
careful and don't appear sleazy (I actively enjoy being the dirty old man 
once I've got my bitches under control but avoid coming over as one during 
the chase), they are flattered and open up easily.

Between pulling pints and stuff, we chatted for a couple of hours and I 
learned she was 27, her name was Laura Green, she had boyfriend trouble, 
flat trouble, and three young kids to feed and clothe.  Life was pretty 
tough for her too, it seemed.   I learned she lived over the border in La 
Linea, scooted about on rollerblades, came down to Gib at the age of 17 as a 
biker chick, was Welsh and the world's number one Janis Joplin fan.   She 
also liked to drink too much and had a taste for drugs.   She struck me as 
my kind of girl.   And such a pretty little babe, too.

The sweet whore was wearing a little black skirt which barely covered her 
fat little bottom cheeks and a pale yellow teeshirt with a hole in it 
showing a lot of her sexy cleavage and ended short of the waistband of her 
skirt showing most of her firm, flat belly.  God she was desirable.   Not 
wanting to seem too eager, I suggested merely we meet for lunch sometime and 
have a chat and a drink.   She said she'd be free on Friday.  It was now 
Wednesday.  We agreed to meet at a restaurant in Gibraltar which I knew 
would be way outside her budget.  "My treat for a new friend," I lied.

Then, almost as if she wanted me to see her private parts, she bent down to 
get a glass off a shelf for the next customer and her tiny skirt lifted 
right up to her buttocks, showing little yellow cotton panties which had 
worked themselves in between her gorgeous cheeks and her big cunt peeking 
out between deliciously full thighs.   Heavenly little tart!   And three 
small children to get my filthy hands on, too! It had been a good day.  
Things were working out exceptionally well.   I kissed Laura on both cheeks 
when I left and she put her arms around me.

Next morning, the doorbell went at five to ten.  Lindy Sutton stood there 
looking coy and stunningly beautiful in the same business suit but a red 
blouse and black felt neck choker.  The tights were a shade darker than 
yesterday's.   "Come in, lovely Lindy."   "Good morning Sir."   "Good 
morning, pretty whore.  Let me show you round first."    I put my hand on 
her lovely big soft bottom cheeks and kept it there throughout the tour.   
She pretended not to notice.  It was wonderful feeling her big cheeks move 
in my hand as she walked.  We ended up in my office where I gave the babe a 
front door key and ordered it to sit.

"Your first duty when you come in in the mornings, Lindy, is to come to me, 
if I'm here, and sit where you are now, hold your head back and open your 
lovely mouth so I can put my tongue in you.  Do it now."    "Yes Sir."    I 
walked around the desk and stood leaning over Lindy looking into her sexy 
wet mouth.   I bent to her wide open orifice and dribbled in it before 
pushing my tongue inside and licking.  I sucked her tongue into my mouth and 
french kissed the whore looking at her gorgeous face.   She had her eyes 
screwed up shut tight in abject shame.   When I ended the sex kiss, I spat 
into Lindy's mouth.

Taking my seat facing Lindy across the desk, I commanded her to look at me.  
She was ashen-faced and tears were beginning in the corners of her big 
beautiful eyes.  "Other early morning duties will include showing me various 
parts of your body and I will command you accordingly.   You'll soon get 
used to it.   Just accept it as a means to an end, your way of earning good 
money, and don't worry about it.  Now get us some coffee so we can get to 
work.  I have to teach you all about the business."

For the next two and a half hours, I lectured my new slave about how the 
business worked and what her role in it would be.  I couldn't resist, 
however, the opportunity to fondle her body almost continuously.  Several 
times, I took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand down to my huge 
erection, making her stroke it.

During her mid-morning break, I went through to my apartment and waited at 
the spy window for her to go to the lavatory.  Sure enough, she spent nearly 
five minutes in there.  First, she sat on the toilet with her skirt around 
her waist (she'd taken off the jacket much earlier) and did a poo, squirting 
her weewee at the same time.   I really enjoyed watching her meticulously 
wipe her tight crack clean.   It was a nice surprise to see she wasn't 
wearing tights.  She had on stockings and a black suspender belt, the dirty 
little whore.  After pooing, Lindy stood for two or three minutes staring 
into the mirror looking right at me, although she couldn't have known.   
That was very exciting, looking right into Lindy Sutton's beautiful 
patrician face slowly wanking myself, and then she burst into tears.  I did 
enjoy that.  She leant forward on the counter below the mirror and sobbed 
her heart out.

I took her for a working lunch at a restaurant down the street where, whilst 
I continued to lecture her on the business, I felt her up under the table 
cloth.   I moved my hand right up between her thighs to her hot, dry cunt.   
"You have a beautiful cunt, Lindy," I whispered into all that sexy hair.   
"Thank you Sir," she mumbled.   "Why is your fat cunt so dry?"   "I..I don't 
know, Sir."   "Perhaps it's because you don't like me touching you and 
playing with you, Lindy.  Or maybe you're frightened?"   "Yes Sir, maybe."   
"Open your legs wider so I can feel your fuckhole properly."   She obeyed.

After lunch, I left Lindy to set up the workstation in her office.  At 430, 
I went in, walked up to her and put my hands under its breasts, weighing 
them.  "Big, heavy sex melons, Lindy.  I'm a sucker for big titties, 
princess, in both senses!"  I laughed, she winced.   "Lovely big milky 
tits," I sighed, holding them up from underneath.  "Does Kenny suck your 
nipples, Lindy?"   "Sometimes," she whispered, almost afraid of the sound of 
her own voice.  She'd gone rigid.  "And your pretty kiddies, do they suck 
you, Lindy?"   "No Sir!" she exclaimed in her most shocked voice.  "I 
suppose no one else is allowed to suck your fat breasts, Lindy?"   She shook 
her head, swallowing a sob.  "And what about you, bitch?  Do you suck your 
own nipples, sexy female?"   At this, she burst into tears again, putting 
her head in her hands on the desk.  I moved my hands to fondle and squeeze 
her huge spunkbags through the silky material of the red blouse and the soft 
silk of her big bra.  "Answer me, bitch!  Do you suck your own fat tits, 
Lindy?"  "Nooooooooooo......" she wailed into the palms of her hands.   
"Before you go tonight, sexy Lindy, you and I both are going to suck your 
fat young breasts.  Now stop that stupid crying and compose yourself.  We've 
still got work to do."

Sitting across the desk from her, I said "We need a receptionist so I want 
you to put an ad in the local Spanish paper in English.  I want a bilingual 
girl.  She doesn't need to have perfect English, just so long as she can 
communicate clearly."   Lindy, sniffing back her tears, had begun to make 
notes on a pad.  "What is important is that she's a really sexy looking 
teenager, not too bright - in fact, I want a bimbo - and blonde.  I know 
Spanish girls are nearly all dark haired but a sexy dirty little bimbo would 
die her hair blonde.  I know.  I've seen some.  They look great, don't 
they?"   She'd stopped writing and was looking at me with shock written all 
over her face again.  "Just write the ad, put it in the paper, make a 
shortlist and interview them.  When you've narrowed it down to three good 
looking specimens with big tits, you invite them back for another interview 
with both you and me.  Understand, cunt?"  "Yes Sir."   "Good.  Do it 
tomorrow morning."   "Yes Sir."

"Now, the rest of the day is for training you in your slave duties.  Much as 
I like it, you must stop crying all the time, Lindy."   "Yes Sir.  I'll 
try."    "Stand up and take all your clothes off."   "Yes Sir."   "You may 
leave your shoes, stockings and suspender belt on, babe, but I want your 
panties and bra off."   "Yes Sir."    "What a magnificent specimen you are, 
Lindy," I told her when she'd stripped.   "Thank you Sir."

I made her come round the desk to me and stand before her lord with her legs 
slightly apart so I could feel between them.  "Lean forward so your big 
chest babies hang down in my face, Lindy."   "Yes Sir."   "Now slide them 
around over my face."   While Lindy gently swung her huge sex melons across 
my face, I started to finger her vagina.    There was an audible gasp from 
the bitch as my finger invaded the intimacy of her lush body but I noticed 
that she was a little wetter than she'd been at lunch.   I fingerfucked the 
young woman with my index and forefinger right to the knuckle of my hand for 
a good five minutes while she continued to dangle her big tits on my face.  
She got gradually wetter in her cunt.

"Come with me to the meeting room.  On your hands and knees, slavegirl."   
She instantly obeyed and I had a good look at her fabulous almost naked 35 
year old body in full motion as she crawled in front of me out of her 
office, across the corridor and into the meeting room.   I loved seeing her 
big bum wobble as her legs carried it along and her huge titties swaying 
underneath her chest.  The meeting room is dominated by a large elegant oak 
boardroom table with four chairs each side and one at each end.   "Lay on 
the table, Lindy Sutton, on your back with your legs wide open and knees up. 
  I'm going to examine your lovely body."

For almost an hour I inspected Lindy's body, examining every part of it 
close up, looking at her vagina, opening up the folds of cuntflesh to look 
at them and looking inside the hole itself, fingering her bellybutton hole 
and pulling at her stomach to open it up, pulling the tittyflesh about to 
inspect its soft meatiness, and, perhaps, most humiliating of all, parting 
her lips and looking inside her mouth.  Half way through, I made the cunt 
turn over so I could examine her bottom and look at the beautiful curve of 
her smooth, creamy back.  I opened her fat bumcheeks to examine her narrow 
crack and pulled at the flesh around her anus to open up her gorgeous little 
rosebud and look inside.   Aside from a few muffled sobs, she was silent 
throughout the whole hour.

It was now 520 and much to do in the remaining half an hour or so.  I 
slapped her bottom hard and commanded "Get off the table, Lindy, and come to 
my office."   "Yes Sir."   I held her big bottom as she walked. In my 
office, I ordered the sexy cuntwoman to stand in front of my desk with her 
head bowed and her hands behind her neck.   From my seat behind the desk, I 
said "I have to punish you, Lindy."   "Why, Sir?" she wined, almost 
beginning to blub again.   "Your timekeeping."   "B..but I was early this 
morning, Sir."  "Yes.  But when I told you that you must be on time except 
by arrangement or I would punish you, I meant ON TIME, YOU FUCKING GORGEOUS 
LITTLE SEX COW!   You may not be late and neither may you be early.  Ten 
o'clock means TEN O'CLOCK, PRETTY WHORE!"   "Yes Sir, I didn't understand, 
Sir."   "For each minute you are early or late, you will receive five 
strokes of the cane on your big bum, Lindy.  Sometimes I will cane other 
parts of your luscious body, but tonight you will receive the strokes on 
your fat buttocks."   "Oooooh pleeeease don't cane me, Sir.  I'm really 
sorry for being early, Sir.  Ooooh please, I didn't know, Sir -  
aaaghaaaagha
haaaaaa!" she cried.

"Not knowing and not understanding are no excuse for your bad behaviour, 
Lindy.  And you will soon learn that I am looking for every little 
opportunity to punish you simply because I enjoy it.  As far as I'm 
concerned, Lindy, your meaty, fleshy woman body is made for caning and 
whipping and it is your duty to accept whatever punishment I give you at any 
time.  Now bend over my desk, you succulent sexy tart."   "Yes Sir," she 
sniffled.

I got a half inch diameter three foot long bamboo cane from the wooden 
cupboard on the wall beside the desk, just one of many punishment implements 
stored there.  Lindy would come to fear every single one of them in time and 
to know the pain and humiliation they can cause.   She gasped when she saw 
what was in there.   I showed her the cane and ordered her to kiss it.   
"Now, Lindy, five minutes at five strokes per minute is twenty five strokes 
across both bottycheeks.  Do you deserve twenty five strokes, lovely Lindy?" 
   "Oh nooooo, Sir, pleeeeease don't c..cane m..meeeeee."   I brought the 
cane down viciously hard across her bottom just below the spine.   
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed, as much in surprise as in 
pain.   "Don't you dare argue with me, Lindy, and you will only plead when I 
order you to.  Now, do you deserve twenty five strokes of the cane on your 
big bottom, Lindy?  And remember that you will only get the twenty five 
strokes after you've begged me for them.  The one I just gave you was a 
warning."   "Y..yes S..Sir, I deserve twenty five strokes of the c..cane, 
Sir."  "And where do you deserve them, Lindy?  On your big bottom?"  "Yes 
Sir, on my big b..bo..bottom, Sir."    "Now beg for twenty five strokes of 
the cane on your big fat bottom, Lindy."  "Pl..please Sir, please give me 
twenty five strokes of the cane on my big fat bottom, Sir."

I caned her.   This beautiful young woman whom I'd met for the first time 
only 24 hours or so before was leaning almost naked across my desk taking a 
vicious, nasty and brutal caning on her big round bottom cheeks.  I brought 
the strokes down hard on every part of her cheeks, from the fold of the 
thighs to the hips and back, one even down the valley of her arsecrack.  She 
was crying and sobbing and whimpering.  "In future, Lindy, I shall expect 
you to take your punishment without all this crying nonsense.  You were 
brought up to accept punishment stoically.  Crying and wailing will in 
future bring you extra punishment.   I am going to keep a punishment board 
on the wall in your office, Lindy.  It will show the punishments you have 
received, starting with today's, what they are for, and punishments due.  If 
I have to punish you more than three times a week, Lindy, you will receive 
an extra punishment at the beginning of the next week.  Do you understand, 
filthy whore?"   "Yes Sir.  I underst..stand, Sir."   "What are you, Lindy?" 
   "A filthy whore, Sir."  "Now thank me for caning you on your fat bottom." 
   "Th..thank you for c..caning me on my f..fat bottom, Sir."

I commanded her next to sit on the sofa where I joined her and put my arm 
around her shoulder.  "Suck your tits, Lindy," I commanded.   She lifted one 
of her big breasts up towards her face and lowered her sexy mouth to meet 
it.  As nipple and lips met, I put my hand under the tit and shoved it 
upwards so that the dark pink nipple, pale pink aureole and about two inches 
of titty meat went inside Lindy's mouth.   "Lick and suck your fat juicy 
nipple, you sexy bottom whore," I commanded as I sank my head towards her 
other big milky white sex jug.   She was holding the tit in her mouth with 
both hands and I could see her cheeks drawn in by the sucking of her nipple. 
  I took the other tit into my mouth and began nibbling the big nipple.  I 
really wanted to bite it very hard and hurt the bitch but resisted the urge. 
  All in good time.  But I gave her titty a good sucking.   After we swapped 
tits and sucked for a while longer, I made her squash her big sex balloons 
together and take both nipples in her mouth.  I watched, my eyes barely an 
inch from her lips, as she licked both her fat sexy nipples.  "There, I told 
you, Lindy.  Now not just Kenny has sucked your milk babies, but you and I 
have.  It's five to six.  Time to get dressed and go home.  See you 
tomorrow.  Goodnight," I said, getting up and leaving the room.  "Goodnight, 
Sir."

That evening, I drove along the coast to Puerto Banus, the millionaire's 
marina just outside Marbella.  I sat at one of the shaded pavement tables of 
a quayside cafe, had dinner, a bottle of wine and a couple of big brandies 
watching all the sexy young flesh go by. Beautiful young women in expensive 
but tiny and revealing cocktail dresses hung on the arms of wealthy old men, 
pretty teenage boys in tight jeans, cute kids in skintight swimwear, 
adolescent girls giggling together, their fat little titties jiggling in 
brightly coloured halternecks, gorgeous young fuckable families on holiday.

A long-haired beautiful blond boy of about 14 or 15 in a sexy little 
teeshirt, deckshoes and loose shorts but no pants sat on a concrete bollard 
directly opposite me for ages, his pretty cock - big for his age - 
inadvertently hanging down one leg and poking out of the shorts.  I smiled 
at him when he glanced in my direction, hoping he might be good for sex.  He 
smiled back, a sexy smile.  He looked very feminine.  Just the way I like 
boys, the way all boys should look.  But after a few more minutes, he got up 
and wandered off with a couple of pretty girls and another boy beauty he 
must have been waiting for.  Pity, but that wasn't why I had come to Puerto 
Banus, anyway.  But I enjoyed watching four attractive and very fuckable 
teenage bottoms walking off into the sunset.

After settling my bill, I headed to the sex shop.  It was quite a good sex 
shop.  Not too sleazy yet well stocked with sadism tapes and, I was sure, a 
big assortment of kiddie porn under the counter.  The chap that ran the 
place had seemed a decent enough sort when I'd stopped by previously.  I 
hoped he would be there that night and I could get a conversation going.   I 
was in luck.  He was there, crouched over a newspaper, and only one other 
customer who was making his way into a video booth.   I said "Hi" to the guy 
behind the little counter.  He looked up from his paper.  "Hola senor."   I 
wandered about looking at the magazines and the sex toys, then the videos, 
casually drifting to the sado tapes.   I picked `Violence' and took it to 
the counter.   I'd seen it before, loads of times.  You might well have seen 
stills on the net, particularly ones showing the more gorgeous of the two 
bitches tortured in it, the one with short dark hair and enormous fat 
breastbags who is seen screaming into her gag as long thin steel needles are 
pushed through her titmeat and a torture dildo is brutally rammed up her 
filthy sex and fucked up and down in her ruined vagina.  I always like to 
see it again.  It's one of my favourites.  I also wanted to use it as an ice 
breaker with `Senor Hola' when I came back from the wanking cabin.

Luckily, there was still no one in the store and even the other cabin wanker 
had left.  "I like this tape, but I'm looking for something like this with 
kids.  Do you have anything like that, senor?"   "No, sir, just the ones you 
see on the shelves."   "Anything under the counter I might be willing to pay 
extra for, senor?"    He assumed a rather cautious, edgy countenance and I 
knew immediately he had what I wanted. "Maybe, maybe not, senor, and how 
would I know you're not a cop trying to set me up?"  "Because I'm clearly 
not Spanish and only your cops would be interested in what you do.  I think, 
also, my money will help to convince you," I said, pulling a wad of high 
value peseta notes from an inside pocket and thumping them on the counter, 
"and cops don't usually buy sadistic kiddie porn, do they, senor?"   My 
voice rose steadily as I said this, giving him a bit of a fright in case 
there was someone outside the door.  I find a bit of judicially dispensed 
agression can be very useful in prising these sort of people open.   "Don't 
fuck me about, senor.  Have you got what I want or haven't you?" "Si, si," 
he finally admitted after a few seconds' silence, "I think I can help you, 
senor, if you will come through to the office.  But no video.  Only 
magazines today"

He lifted the counter flap and nodded over his shoulder towards a rather 
tatty maroon drape hanging across a doorway sandwiched between a bank of 
flickering blank TV screens and a glass cabinet filled with rubber dildos.  
Behind the curtain was a poorly lit corridor which ran the length of the 
shop behind the video cabins leading to a space at the back which was a 
cross between storeroom and little office.  One bare bulb hung in the 
middle, its dull yellow glow illuminating metal shelves around the walls 
half filled with carboard boxes, some sealed by sticky tape, some open.  At 
the far side of the room was a door leading perhaps to a kitchen and toilet, 
and beside it was an old wooden desk littered with paperwork.

`Senor Hola' moved  the chair out for me, indicating I should sit.  As I did 
so, he moved a couple of boxes aside on one of the top shelves and pulled 
down from behind them a big supermarket carrier bag which, I could see, was 
stuffed full of something.  He cleared a load of paperwork, empty food 
wrappers and assorted junk from in front of me to make space and, switching 
on a small desklamp with his other hand, dumped the bag down on the desk.   
"Senor, I think this is what you are looking for," he said as he lifted a 
corner of the bag for me to see about fifty or more glossy magazines inside. 
   They looked like kiddy porn.   "Have a drink on me, senor, and take a 
look.  Take your time, but I must return to the shop.  People steal things 
when you turn your back, senor."   He thumped a half empty bottle of `333' 
brandy on the desk and two small glasses and poured a full one for each of 
us.

They were indeed kiddy porn magazines.  Of what I guessed were well over 
fifty magazines in the bag, over three quarters were soft porn, in as much 
as they were poses of children, mostly girls, in various stages of undress 
and looking sexy at the camera.  Some showed two girls or two boys or a girl 
and boy together, a few showed girls and boys with men.  They were sucking 
men's cocks, being spunked on, fucked and a couple of the kids were being 
spanked.   One nice photoset showed a really pretty girl of about 8 or 9 
being spanked over a man's lap whilst sucking another man's penis.  Well, 
much as I like to see children being played with like this and pretty as 
many of the kiddies were, I was disappointed.  I wanted hard core child 
porn.  I wanted to see child rape and torture.

Then I came to the bottom of the bag and a big buff envelope.  It was heavy 
and had inside it ten magazines.  Bingo!   The titles were Lolita Babies, 
Kiddie Rape, Girls & Boys In Pain, Tortured Lolita, Caca Babies, Violent 
Abortion, Little Boy Love, Infant Sex and Baby Rape.

Lolita Babies showed a naked girl of 5 or 6 on the front cover.  She was 
such a pretty little blonde girl and it was kneeling between two men who 
were spraying spunk on its little face.  The photo sequence inside showed 
cute little Heidi (they always seem to have German or Russian names for some 
reason) being stripped by the men until she is a bare girl, fingerfucked in 
her baby cunny and her cute little botbot and then sucking the men's 
fingers, sucking their huge cocks, licking their arses, and being fucked and 
buggered by them.  There were some wonderful shots of the child crying from 
the pain and of her bleeding holes afterwards.  I nearly came myself looking 
at the photos showing them spurting on her darling face and the last shot of 
Heidi sitting nude on the toilet with the men standing either side of the 
child urinating on her baby face.

There was another, shorter, sequence of colour photos showing a really 
gorgeous dark haired girl called Sofia (`8 years' it said in the caption) 
with a lovely body and a small boy (`Ivan 4 years') who looked remarkably 
like her, probably her brother.  They were naked throughout the sequence and 
being used by three men who raped the girl in all three holes and the little 
boy in both, then spunked on their faces.  The last two shots showed the 
children in handcuffs kissing each other with spunk on their faces, strands 
of it hanging lewdly between their lips and tongues.

The front cover photo of Kiddie Rape gave little indication of the lovely 
violence it contained, showing merely two naked boys (ages about 6 and 11) 
and two nude girls (about 3 and 9) standing in a line holding hands and 
looking very serious.   They were four very pretty children.  But when I 
opened it to the first page, my heart nearly stopped.   The full-page spread 
picture showed the four child beauties with their clothes ripped being 
herded out of the back of a van into what looked like a disused warehouse.   
Six very violent and dangerous-looking men were standing around the babies 
brandishing weapons.  One was holding a pistol at the little head of the 3 
year old who was screaming, another held a knife up the front of one leg of 
the smaller boy's shorts.  The older children had tears streaming down their 
lovely faces.

The whole magazine was devoted to the brutal violation of these four 
gorgeous children and included pictures showing men with enormous sexual 
organs penetrating deep inside their tiny love holes, baby cunts, mouths, 
and the cute back cunts on the girls and the boys.  They were beaten and 
whipped all over their lovely little bodies, were suspended by their little 
sex organs and suffered wicked insertions of huge torture instruments in 
their undeveloped preteen bodies.

One scene in Girls & Boys In Pain was so stunning, I came in my pants 
without even touching myself.   It showed a young boy, `Karl age 6' 
according to the caption, being buggered by `Sonja age 11' wearing a 
strap-on steel torture dildo about a foot long and three or four inches in 
diameter, about half of which was inside his little boy vagina.   The young 
boy was on his hands and knees on a bed and the bitch was kneeling behind 
him.  In front of them was a large mirror which showed, because of the 
clever camera angle, not only the fear and pain on their ever so pretty 
faces, but poor little Karl's tiny penis which was tightly bound at the base 
including his gorgeous little babies, two needles pushed into it, one 
through the middle of his penis at right angles and the other straight down 
the length of the sweet cocklet entering through his tiny urethra, and a 
needle right through his tiny scrotum.

Both children had their tongues tightly clamped and blood and saliva was 
dribbling down their chins   Sonja had needles in her baby tits, through the 
fat young nipples and in the small, swelling mounds of pubescent flesh 
growing on her small chest.  Karl had two needles at right angles through 
each of his little flat pale pink boy nipples.   A man was flogging Sonja's 
fat young bottom with a bunch of stinging nettles and you could just see 
between her young thighs the handle of a knife poking out of her little 
girly cunt and a trickle of blood down her leg.

When I looked through Tortured Lolita, I wished I hadn't already cum.   The 
photosets were all quite short but, of course, there were more of them.  The 
girls and one boy were between 6 and 12 years old and the scenes included a 
12 year old girl tied naked to a gynaecologist's chair with her legs pulled 
painfully up and apart and fixed in the stirrups whilst one man used a long 
bladed scalpel to cut inside her beautiful young vagina (her baby cunt was 
held open by a ringclamp inserted just inside her sexual orifice, exposing 
her fucktube right up to her immature cervix), another was pushing meat 
skewers through both her apple-sized bobos and a third was masturbating over 
her angelic face.

Another showed an equally pretty 8 year old boy suspended by a small steel 
hook through his cocklet, his legs tied at the ankles and held wide apart up 
in the air by nylon cords, and his sweet young face held up almost but not 
quite level by fish hooks in both ear lobes.  A man was pushing surgical 
needles through his tiny babies, another was pouring boiling water from a 
kettle into a funnel inserted in the child's fat boycunt, filling his sweet 
anus with it, and a third was preparing to fuck his pretty mouth, wide open 
from his screaming.

Other sequences showed a 6 year old girl having her nipples pulled off with 
a pair of pliers, a 10 year old being sat in a glowing barbecue having her 
bottom and cunny burnt, an 11 year old being forced down onto a metal spike 
in her little cunt until the sharp point came out of her bellybutton, and a 
very cute 7 year old being buggered by a man with an enormous penis whilst 
held in position by a nail driven through her little tongue into a 
workbench.

Caca Babies featured three baby girls and a tiny boy aged between four 
months and 18 months being shit on and smeared with the shit from their own 
nappies, being spoonfed shit, pissed on and made to drink urine.

Violent Abortion contained two photosets showing two heavily pregnant young 
bitches, one of them a gorgeous blonde teenager, having their babies ripped 
out of their bodies and beautifully killed in front of them.

Little Boy Love contained three photosets showing some very pretty boys aged 
between 4 and 8 being raped and abused, spunked, pissed and shit on, caned 
and having their baby genitals tortured.

Infant Sex showed three toddlers being brutally sexually abused in one long 
lovely sequence.  There were two girls and the cutest little blond boy 
you've ever seen.  He was called Marty and was 3 years old.  He was pretty 
as anything, had long blond hair like a girl and the most gorgeous sexy 
body.   The girls were also particularly luscious.   Anne-Marie was a 
stunning little blonde 5 year old with sexy blue eyes and bubbly hair 
cascading down her little back.  She had a big pert bumbum and sweet stick 
insect legs.   The other girl was 4 years old, a tiny brunette called Karla 
with a really nice chubby little body and a very pretty face.

They were all so fuckable and that is clearly what the photographer and his 
colleagues thought.  The sweet little cuties got fucked by three dirty old 
men in all eight of their teeny-weeny holes.  The best was to see little 
Marty facing the camera, held by an old man in his lap and being forced  
down by his lovely infant boycunt on the old pervert's gigantic penis.  The 
golden hair swept around his darling face, partly covering his tear-filled 
blue eyes, a scream erupting from his little mouth as his tiny lovetube was 
brutally filled by bone hard manmeat.

The last was called Baby Rape and showed a sensational picture of a young 
pretty blonde mum with tears in her eyes holding her young baby girl in her 
arms.  The completely nude child was less than a year old and its mummy was 
holding its legs wide apart exposing its tiny cunt and fat little baby 
bottom.  The sequence of photos showed the sweet little baby girl being 
raped in all three holes in her mummy's arms.  There followed a shorter set 
showing a 15-month old blond boy being buggered.  There was full penetration 
of both babies' bodies which surely must have damaged them fatally.

I was overwhelmed and sat there in silence for a few minutes finishing off 
the cheap brandy and trying to get my heartbeat under control.   Senor Hola 
looked in about two or three minutes later.  "Hokay?" he asked in heavily 
accented English.  "Sure.  I found what I wanted."   I held up the envelope 
and the magazines.    "I'll buy the lot.   Just what I was looking for, 
senor."   "Please, you call me Pepe.  I keep the money you give me?"   He 
meant the hundred thousand pesetas I'd tossed on the counter, far more than 
even these highly illegal hardcore magazines were worth.

"You can keep all the money if you can give me some information, as well.  
I'd call that a fair trade, si?"   "Si, senor."   "Call me Tim" (I lied, 
probably like he had).   "Si, Tim.  What you wan know?"    ""Do you know 
anyone else around here who likes these kind of pictures? You know, little 
kids and women, torture, stuff like that?"   "Si, I know some.  I like 
myself.   What about it?"   "Good.  I have access to women and kids I could 
use to make pictures like these.  Videos, live shows, that sort of thing.  
I'd like to meet others who can help me do this."

"You wan me introduce you?"   "Yes, that's exactly what I want.  Can you do 
that, Pepe?"   "Sure, Tim, senor, you come here perhaps in a few days, I 
have my friends here and I close the shop so we talk business." "Sounds 
perfect.  Next Sunday?  Is that possible?"   "Si, is possible.  How I 
contact you if there is problem?"   "I'll call you here Sunday afternoon.  
You can tell me what time to come and, if there's a problem, you can tell me 
what other arrangement we can make.  OK?"   "Hokay, Tim."   I stuffed the 
magazines in the envelope, made a note of the phone number, shook hands with 
`Pepe' and drove back to La Linea.

Part 2 follows later this summer if there's a good response.  Write to 
able_vybor@hotmail.com.  I look forward to your comments.


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