Perverts 'R' Us

Broken Promises - Part 1

By Loki925* ( M+/g+, pedo, nc )

Prologue:

Many millennia ago there were no human beings on the American continent. Then the first immigrants arrived some 12,000 years ago, crossing a land bridge that once existed between Siberia and Alaska. Some may have come by sea but that is uncertain. Later immigrants called them Indians and even later Native Americans.

Just over five centuries ago some Europeans found their way to America. Although they were late by about 12,000 years, they presumed to claim that they had discovered this new land. The people already here were simply looked upon as part of the local fauna.

The Indians welcomed the new people at first. Later as more newcomers arrived they wanted the Indians' land. Some Europeans deemed the Indian 'savages' not fit to live and so they slaughtered many of them. Others died from diseases that the newcomers brought with them.

These first Europeans stepped foot on the shores of America and became the second wave of immigrants. Later they brought in slaves from Africa, not being inclined to do hard work themselves if they could get others to do it for them. Generations later this same custom caused them to bring in cheap coolie labor from Asia to build the railroads.

America has always faced waves of new immigrants and always will. These new people are courageous to leave their former homes and seek a better life for themselves and for their children, and their industriousness has always strengthened America and made it better. However many people who are already established here resent newcomers with their strange customs and strange languages.

Shortsightedly, many have tried to stem the tide of immigration. New immigrants have often been exploited and harassed, and many have been forced to leave. To be sure there have been some who come to our shores who have evil intentions, and these people need to be kept out. But most newcomers are only looking for an opportunity to make a better life for themselves by working hard for it. We should welcome such people with open arms.

Because America has failed miserably to control its borders for many years, we now find ourselves with some 12 million or more people who have slipped into our country illegally. Often they are our neighbors. They harvest our crops, they prepare and serve our food in restaurants, they provide services at our hotels, they serve us as maids and gardeners and janitors, they wash our cars, and they work at many jobs that would otherwise go unfilled.

There is no way that these people can all be rounded up and deported. It would be inhumane, as their children born here are American citizens. It would be impossible, as it would ruin our economy. Still we see many politicians and others blustering about wanting to deport these new people. We would do better to kick out such politicians and keep the hard-working newcomers.

Many of these people are exploited in cruel ways. They may be forced to work for wages well below the legal minimum. They may be forced to do unpleasant things to avoid being reported and deported, such as forced prostitution. Yes, and their children are sometimes taken away to be used in the kiddie sex and porn trade. This is a story about the trials and tribulations that face our newest immigrants.

In a border town in Old Mexico:

Conditions were desperate for those without much education. Jobs often paid starvation wages, if a job could be found. It took much sacrifice to come up with the money needed to leave. A group of men, women and children waited for the Coyote to appear. Even though they had paid for passage, little did they know that they had purchased their own slavery.

Martine, his wife Cali, and two daughters Rosita and Lupe stayed close together. For them it would be their first trip to America where freedom and opportunity awaited them. So they had been promised and so they thought.

The Coyote arrived and he looked at the waiting families. He was looking for the girls who had lighter skin. The lighter the skin the more the client would pay for the meat. To the Coyote these people were not human beings, they were cattle. He separated Cali, Rosita, Lupe and several other lighter brown-skinned females.

The men did not like the idea of being separated, but if they wanted to continue the journey they had no choice. They were told that they would be reunited with their families once they were all safely across the border. Cali and her daughters were stuffed into the back of a small truck with the other lighter brown skinned females. The men and the women and children who had not been selected were packed into the back of a larger truck.

After a long ride in the middle of the night, the large truck stopped and the people were ordered to get out. The Coyote told them that they were now safely across the border in Los Estados Unidos. He said the smaller truck with the women and children would soon join them. He told them to just head north and they would soon come to a city where jobs were waiting for them. Then he turned the truck around and drove off.

The group of Mexicans waited for awhile but the smaller truck never showed up. It was cold at night in the desert. Reluctantly they decided they could wait no longer, and they began walking north. The morning came and soon the sun was blazing down. Now they were all hot and thirsty. There was nothing to be seen but empty desert all around.

They were fortunate in a way that the Border Patrol spotted the group that afternoon. At least the people were given water and they were fed. One day later Martine found himself on a bus going back to Old Mexico. As the bus crossed the border into Mexico, he knew sadly that more than likely he would never see his wife and daughters again. He also knew he had little recourse. Who could he complain to? Who would listen to him, and who would believe the illiterate Martine Lopez?

Two days later somewhere in Los Angeles:

It was very dark as the truck Cali and her daughters were riding in stopped. The women and young girls were ordered off the truck and into a warehouse. Under the watchful eyes of a man holding a shotgun, the small group of three women and four young girls huddled close to each other.

About five minutes later three men walked into the room. Cali noticed one of the men was white. The white man said something she did not understand to the man holding the shotgun. Cali assumed the white man was speaking English.

The man with the shotgun told the women that they could no longer travel with their children. The women protested. Carmella was the most adamant. The white man walked up to Carmella and slapped her hard across the face.

Soon the room was filled with the screams of children and the tears of their mothers as they were separated from their children. The women and children had their hands tied behind their backs and tape put across their mouths.

The children left with the white man. The women were told that they could cooperate or be beaten into submission. Stranded in a strange country without any knowledge of the language or even where they were, the women gave in. Two days later the women found themselves in a house of prostitution.

Rosita was nine years old, 4'2" tall and weighed 63 lbs. Her sister Lupe was seven years old, 3'11" tall and weighed 47 lbs. They did not know the names of the other two girls who shared the back of the dark moving truck. It had a deep urine smell from all the girls' wet urine-soaked panties.

It was dark when the truck stopped. A man spoke to all the girls in Spanish. He told them they were to have some food and something to drink but they were not to talk. The man told them they smelled like pigs and then he called them pigs.

The girls were taken off the truck and directed to go inside a small building. In the building was a cage. Rosita and Lupe held hands as they entered the cage. Inside the cage was a bucket. The girls were instructed to use the bucket if they had to piss or poop.

The girls were given canned dog food to eat and some water to drink. As the hungry girls devoured the dog food the men watching them laughed. Rosita and Lupe stayed close to each other. They had lost their mother and father and they had no idea where they were going.

Two days later the girls were taken off another small truck and led into the basement of a large building. The building was an old school building that was currently being used by a group known as Nature Photographers. The group had its own web site on the Internet. On the surface the group looked exactly like what their name said, but just below the surface the group consisted of little more than child abusers.

The group of mostly men took their seats in the auditorium. There was an air of anticipation, yet no one seemed to be in a hurry. There were at least thirty minutes before the auction would start.

As Rosita, Lupe, and the other two girls entered the basement, they joined a group of thirty other girls. The girls were guarded by five white men, a black man and a Hispanic male. Each of the men was holding a cattle prod. The prod had been altered so it would give less of a shock.

The girls were told to strip off their clothing. Several of the girls cried, "No, por favor." The girls who cried out were zapped with the cattle prods. Screams filled the room. More girls were zapped with the cattle prods. Soon the screams stopped as the girls began to strip. Most of the girls were now crying.

Some were calling, "Mama, Mama." As they called for their mothers, the men cruelly zapped them with the cattle prods. When the girls were done removing their meager clothing they were taken to the showers. Those who did not wash themselves properly were scrubbed clean by a couple of naked men.

Most of the approximately three hundred people in the auditorium were now seated. Almost everyone in the audience was here for one thing and that was to buy human flesh, a female child no older than ten years. Males were sometimes sold at a different auction.

No one in attendance had a criminal record. Nature Photographers needed to keep up its image and attendees were carefully screened. Some were married, all held good jobs, some had political connections, and all except one liked the same thing, namely young female slave cunt. Rick O'Connell had spent the last three years trying to penetrate this group.

Now as Rick was allowed to attend his first slave auction he only wished he could close them down. But he was not told where he was going and it gave him no time to contact his partner, Margarita. She was the one who had discovered this group in the first place. At first he did not believe Margarita. He thought she must be crazy, because in his mind slavery ended a long time ago.

"Wait until you see their young cunts." George Watson said. George had brought Rick to the auction and had vouched for him.

"Yeah, I can hardly wait." Rick said, faking keen interest.

The first girl walked onto the stage. She was pretty but she looked very frightened. The audience started to whistle and scream obscenities that the small eight-year-old did not understand. The poor girl tried to run off the stage but she was immediately zapped with a cattle prod. The main buyers were given a chance to inspect the goods.

"Tom there, he is the buyer for our group. Damn, I wish I were in his place." George said. They watched Tom rubbing his hands all over the frightened child, feeling her flesh. He was an expert at assessing whether a child was sickly, too plump, too skinny, or just right. This girl was just right and she should bring a good price.

"Me too," Rick agreed, almost not believing what he was actually seeing.

The buyers ended their inspection and the auctioneer started the bidding. "We will start the bidding at $5,000," he said, and continued, "Now who will give me $5,000 for this fine piece of tan, virgin cunt meat?"

"$5,000" someone said.

"$5,500" another said.

"With the $15,000 you gave me, we're going after a pair of sisters." George said.

"Sisters, yum," Rick said, thinking about how hard it had been to convince the higher-ups in the department to give him and his partner the money in the first place. If this was a drug case he could have gotten all the money he wanted, but illegal immigrant children being sold as sex slaves? It was hardly believable.

"Look at this tight tan ass," the auctioneer said and continued, "Think how much this tan piece of shit will scream when you drive your hard cock up that tight ass."

"$9,000!" someone called out exuberantly, getting carried away at the thought and perhaps over-bidding for the child.

The auctioneer was pleased. Getting no furthers bids he quickly brought down his gavel. "Sold to the gentleman in the third row!" he declared. By starting off the auction with such a fine pretty girl he had succeeded in getting a very good bid for her. Perhaps it would set the tone for high bidding for the rest of the young cunts in this lot.

As the auction went on, Rick was becoming slightly nauseous. He was married and had three young children of his own. Except for the girls' tan skin it could have easily been his own relatives' children standing naked on the stage. Rick O'Connell's Irish ancestors had immigrated to America during the great potato famine of the 19th century.

"Here they are. Look at those two cunts!" George said with great enthusiasm.

Rick looked up at the stage and saw Rosita and Lupe. The two pretty little girls were holding hands and shivering with fear.

"Yeah, now that's some fine tan meat. I can hardly wait to fuck both of them." Rick said.

"If we get them, you will get your chance two weeks from next Friday. They will be yours for the whole weekend."

"What the fuck! Why do I have to wait two weeks?" Rick said with indignation, but he was secretly glad he would not have to actually fuck or abuse the girls.

"That's the way things are. Besides after Karl gets done with them they will be more than willing to do anything you want. We also get the girls to pose for kiddie porn while they are still fresh-looking. Pics and videos of them getting fucked bring a good price overseas where the laws are lax, and then they wind up on the Internet too."

"Do I hear $15,000 for these two sisters?" the auctioneer called.

"$15,000!" someone called.

"$15,500!" another called.

The bidding continued and Rosita and Lupe were sold for $19,500 to Tom.

"That's a good price for sisters," George remarked. "You should see what twins go for. The last set of twins went for $30,000."

"I could see that for blonde sisters or twins, but isn't that high for tan cunt?" Rick asked, trying to sound knowledgeable.

"Not really. As you can see the girls here were all selected for their light skins, like European girls with good sun-tans. Once in awhile we get a blonde or redhead, but they are hard to come by. There are other auctions for darker skinned girls, but most of our members demand the best and lightest. Sisters are much less work. You just have to get them to torture each other while you watch." George explained.

"Yeah," Rick said exuberantly, trying to hide his disgust.

By now another girl was being presented to the bidders. She was a pretty light-skinned Oriental girl, probably Chinese. They watched as Tom bought her for $7,500.

"Sometimes we get a few Oriental girls and they are fun in their own way. Since Tom bought her for another member of our group, you will get a chance at her too in a few weeks, Rick. We always share our fuck meat." George said, grinning broadly.

"Well, I guess I'm lucky to be in your group. I've never done a Chinese girl before. It should be fun." Rick said, lying about it to conceal his disgust with George.

"Yes, I'm sure you will enjoy her. Well, we can go now." George said.

"Can't we stay for the rest of the auction?"

"I have some other stuff I have to do."

"Okay then, let's go."

The two men got up and left the auditorium. George drove Rick to his car.

Karl Hanson was a white fifty-five year old male who loved to torture and train little girls. He was 6' tall and weighed 180 lbs. He lived alone in a quiet upper middle class neighborhood.

His house had three bedrooms and two and one half bathrooms. One of the bedrooms was sound proof and the window had been removed and replaced with glass brick. It let in some light, but no one could see in or out through it.

The house also had a walk-in garage. Karl pulled his black van into the garage. He got out of the van and pressed the button to close and lock the garage door. The garage door closed. Karl opened the side door of the van.

Inside the van Rosita and Lupe sat close to each other. They had their hands tied behind their backs. They were blindfolded and had duct tape across their mouths, and they were still naked. The auction price paid did not include any clothing. However Karl had thrown a blanket over them while he was driving the young fuck meat to his home.

Karl yanked off the blanket and he tugged on Rosita's arm. Rosita felt a man's hand pulling her arm. She knew there was little she could do but go wherever the man was pulling her. She tried to count her steps but the man jerked her arm several times as if he knew what she was doing.

She felt the man push her and she landed hard on the floor. Karl smiled and went off to get the other girl. Rosita faithfully and silently began to pray the Mexican Rosary. "Ave María Purísima!" As she prayed, she wondered if she had committed any sin that would have caused her to be taken her away from her mother and father and given to surely evil men.

She continued her prayer and felt another body fall on the floor next to her. She was sure it was Lupe. She moved closer to the fallen body and heard her sister whimpering. She wanted to comfort her smaller sister and somehow tell her everything would be okay, but even she did not believe that.

Karl went to his bedroom. He took off his pants and boxer shorts and then slipped into a baggy pair of shorts. He put on red contacts and then he pulled his special mask over his head. The mask was made of breathable cotton. It was black with red striping and it made him look like some kind of demon. The only holes in the mask were for the eyes.

Karl went to the kitchen and cut up some cheap hot dogs and put them in a bowl. He filled a plastic sports bottle with water. He took a Viagra and a caffeine pill, and then he smiled and walked back to the other bedroom.

Rosita heard the door open. Karl loosened the smaller girl's hands but he did not totally untie her. That would be left for her older sister to do later.

Rosita felt someone untie her hands. She felt her blindfold being taken off her head. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light. Then she saw the monster and tried to scream.

Karl was an eye man. He loved to see the frightened eyes of his victims. Screams always gave him a headache, but seeing fear in a little girl's eyes gave him indescribable pleasure. He zapped the frightened girl with the cattle prod.

Rosita felt the stinging pain. She looked around for a place to run. She saw four walls, a locked door and a toilet, but there was no way out of the room. She felt the demon's hand around her neck. Karl choked the girl and watched her eyes. He knew exactly when to let the girl go before she blacked out.

Rosita's chest heaved as she tried to get more air into her small lungs. As the air returned to her body she knelt down and held her hands together and started to pray.

Karl saw the desperation in the girl's eyes. He howled like a demented beast. Then he told the small naked girl in Spanish that he was God and he zapped her several more times with the cattle prod.

Rosita recovered and thought, "This is much worse than any nightmare I have ever had." But in a strange way she hoped it was all a dream so she could wake up and run to her mama's bed like she did just a few years ago.

The demon offered her some water. At first Rosita was hesitant, but she was so thirsty. She nodded her head 'yes' as the demon told her to do, if she wanted the water.

Karl only let the little cunt take one small sip of water before he pulled the sports bottle away from her mouth. He told the cunt to untie her sister and take off her blindfold. It was time to include the smaller bitch in the evening's festivities.

Rosita had some problems untying her sister but she finally managed to get her untied. Lupe's eyes adjusted to the light. She saw her sister and then she heard a loud roar. Lupe turned and saw the demon breathing fire at her. The little girl was so frightened that she peed on the floor as she sat with her legs spread open. The demon watched her pee.

Karl released the lever on the specially adjusted red butane lighter that made it look like fire was coming from his mouth. He saw both girls tremble with fear and he smiled. Rosita tried to hug her sister but she was zapped by the horrid device. The demon made her use a couple of towels to mop up her little sister's pee from the floor.

Karl knew it was time for the next stage, the stimulus and response. He offered the older girl a piece of hot hog. Rosita nodded her head 'yes'. Then the demon told her that if she wanted the food she would have to slap her sister. She shook her head 'no'.

Karl zapped the older girl with the cattle prod several times. He knew it was only a matter of time now until he wore her resistance down. He was in no hurry. He was enjoying this. The demon grinned evilly, taking his pleasure with the girl.

Rick contacted his partner, Margarita, and told her of his success in infiltrating the group that called itself Nature Photographers. He explained that he would be given the Mexican sisters and later the Chinese girl to abuse and rape within the next couple of weeks. They needed to make plans to bring down this group of criminals and arrest as many of them as possible.

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