Perverts 'R' Us

My Dear Diary - Chapter 13 - DeLorean's Daddy

By purpuss ( g+-bi/b+, M+, pedo, anal, cons )

Submitted by: Kamkat

Fri - Yeowy! Already past midnight by now!

So on Sunday morning we woke up in my bed after sleeping naked in each other's arms again-actually, Lauri was all curled up in a ball and I kinda fit up close behind her, we musta looked like two little peanuts in a shell together. I've decided I like that a lot-having a warm little friend as good as Lauri is to talk to and play with and sleep with all night long. When we opened our eyes, sunbeams were dancing through my window and we could hear birds singing happily and calling to each other from the trees in my yard.

We stumbled into the connecting bathroom to pee and warm up and clean off with a nice hot shower. We toweled each other off and picked through our clothes, trying to decide what to wear today. Lauri finally picked my little front button-up jeans skirt with a skinny red "baby-doll" top to cover her perky pink nipples. It looks real cute with her wild red hair and that cluster of brown freckles all over her skin. I went with a simple shoulder strap yellow sundress that matches my blond tresses-that's all. This one has little snaps going up each side along my waist, so it's real easy just to shrug off those straps and tug at the neckline-all the snaps down the side pop apart, so the whole thing just falls open and drops right off. It's one of my favorites 'cause it's so fast and easy to get in and out of in a hurry!

We looked ourselves over in the mirror and touched up our hair, tying it with ribbons to keep it out of our eyes. Then it was down for breakfast. Seems like we got up too late to go to church with Aunt Sara-she was already gone.

After bowls of Fruit Loops with blueberries and whipped cream on top …

(Lauri IM'd to say it's too bad the boys weren't there to make THAT breakfast special for us again! Jeez! That little cocksucker only has ONE thing on HER mind!) :-)

"So? What have we decided to do? Sundays are always kinda BORING to me…" Lauri moped.

"Remember when I told you about my friend DeLorean? We could go over there-I don't think they go to church or anything, being a different religion an' all… They just have candles around a happy fat man they clap their hands for. But they don't hafta go out anywheres to do that. He's just an action figure that's there in a box all the time."

"Huh?" Lauri looked mystified.

"You gotta see him for yourself, BELIEVE me! DeLorean just calls him Buu-da."

"Bubba! I gotta cousin in West Vagina named Bubba!" Lauri exclaimed. "Momma said he's her 'special-favorite' nephew-'one kinda stud'," she calls him, and she says she's thinkin' of inviting him down this summer to stay with us fer awhile too. Hey! If that happens, we can BOTH see if he's any good!"

"Not BUBBA silly! Buu-DA! It's not the same as Bub-BA. DeLoean's Buu-da has squinty eyes an' he's pudgier than Bob's Big Boy or the Stay-Puff Marshmallow man!" I told her.

"Eee-uuuu!" Lauri grimaced.

"Well, I'm gonna bring my new camera along just in case. I think we can still get some pictures with it before we show them to Jess."

So after I got the camera from my room and hung its strap around my neck, we dashed outside and hopped on our bikes. I pedaled off, waving behind me for Lauri to follow.

The jungle was hot-sticky hot and dark within the deepest shade of tall rain-soaked trees. He cowered in the only place he could find to hide, a small trench the villagers had made for their latrine. It stank, and he was covered with human waste and pestering black flies. But however awful it was, it was a far better place to be… far better than facing the carnage and the holocaust he knew was-at this very moment-taking place in his small village.

Plong Salaun lived in Sangkat Chang Chamres, Khan Russey Keo village. He was born and grew up in the small village, the second son living with two brothers and three younger sisters. His short life of eleven years had been a normal one, until the renegade band of Pol Pot sympathizers led by Oum Chandavy arrived under cover of an early morning fog. The raiders killed every one of the villager's infants, the elderly, and the older women outright. While they ransacked their community food stores, the soldiers took turns raping any surviving girls and boys over four or five years old, their teenaged sisters, and all of the youngest mothers. The older boys and men of the village were forced to watch this, and even later, while the victims were brutally beheaded-usually when their rapists were at their heightened throes of sexual climax. After this was done, the remaining boys and men were forced to strip and sit on long sharpened poles, and their impaled bodies were roughly hoisted and planted on both sides of the village's main pathway. Here they were left to rot and die in the blazing hot sun, slipping slowly down the length of the pole until some vital internal organ was pierced, hastening an end to their hellish suffering.

Plong Salaun had been fortunate enough to be visiting the latrine when the slaughter began. He whimpered and shivered while hearing the howls and screams of his neighbors and his family. But what could he do? He was only a boy after all. The soldiers carried guns and grenades and the long machete knives used to hack open coconuts and the heads of helpless farmers. He could only huddle and cower in the trough of human dung and pray to the gods he avoided detection.

Hours later, when the sun was high and the attacking solders had marched off into the covering of the dense jungle, only after the boy could hear nothing but the buzzing sound of swarming, feasting flies, did he carefully venture from his place of hiding. The sight that met his eyes in his small village square was horrific. His neighbors, friends, and even his own family were no longer distinguishable to him. All that remained of the children and his mother and sisters was bloodied flesh and hacked white bone mixed with the gaily-colored shreds of their native clothing. As for his father and brother and friends, they were nothing but skewered meat left to burn in the midday sun-their final grotesque screams seemingly carved rigidly into their lifeless parched faces. Yet, despite the sickening apparition of all these tortured souls spiked through their bowels and left to die, even more horrifying and mysterious was the fact that none of the young boys had their genitals attached. All of them had been brutally hacked off and stolen.

Plong bolted and ran from the killing field. As he fled from his home and village, he was certain that nobody and nothing had been left alive except for himself. In a mere matter of hours, he was utterly and completely lost.

The boy wandered aimlessly through the surrounding jungle, finally finding a stream to bathe in. After washing the waste and blood from his body and hands, he could only sit at the water's banks, wrap his legs in his arms and cry bitterly.

The sudden snap of a brittle tree branch caused him to start and cease his sorrowful whimpering. He raised his head and looked into the bore of a well-oiled AK-47 rifle. Immediately he was certain he faced Death itself. But the gun did not explode in his face as he expected… He looked over the barrel's sights and beheld a beautiful but stern-looking young woman.

"What do we have here?" she spoke.

Plong Salaun was much too frightened to answer-all he could do was stare at the girl's partially bared breasts. They were a husky shade of brown, and appeared to be silky smooth. Her face was classic beauty itself, even more beautiful than any of his recently deceased sisters. Her hair was jet-black and fell in straight cascades over her shoulders. Would Death visit him disguised in the form of a temptress? A sensual female? He wondered… The gun's safety clicked off with a metallic snap. "Are you the ghost of my ancestor come to kill me for cowardliness?" He finally managed to stammer.

"Are you possessed?" She asked. "Demented? Yet you ARE a becoming youth…" She said appraisingly. "Your name, peasant!" She barked with authority after that moment of tenderness quickly passed.

"Plong." He managed.

"Well, Plong. Perhaps I won't kill you today. My men have sorely disappointed me by failing to fetch me a beautiful young boy alive from this morning's raid. The lad pulled his guard's knife through his own throat, they say. He was called Koung. Did you know of him?"

Plong heard the name of his older brother and was chilled to hear of his fate. "No." He lied.

"Never mind. You will do as a new camp slave that I have need of. The last one I castrated with five of my most disobedient soldiers. They can now service the rest of my men between raids. Would you care to share their disgrace?" She asked, her obsidian eyes ablaze with an obsession he could hardly fathom. The boy was intensely aware with dreaded certainty that there was an evil demon spirit that inhabited this beautiful female creature. "Well?" she gestured by slamming the rifle barrel hard into his crotch.

Plong doubled over in pain but quickly gasped, "No… Please no!"

She prodded him ahead of her with the rifle barrel until they reached the soldier's encampment. In the months and years that were to follow, Plong was subjected to the most degrading and debasing treatment that anyone could ever have imagined. But because she appeared to be the leader of this small band of raiders and roving soldier-thieves, he was kept alive as long as he continued to amuse her.

DeLorean doesn't live too far away from my house. We got there in five minutes after crossing the steam in the park. We came to her backyard and I leaned my bike against a big oak tree there. Lauri parked hers against mine. We were walking up to the backdoor when I heard from SOMEWHERE… "Pssssst! AMY! Pssssst!"

"I KNOW I heard my name, but I couldn't SEE anyone around-besides Lauri that is, but SHE hadn't made any 'Pssst' sound.

"PSSSSST!" Louder this time! "Up HERE! Look UP, I'm up inna TREE!"

We looked through the branches and green leaves until I finally made out a small brown face there… It was the face of my friend DeLorean!"

"WHAT are you doing up THERE?" I called up.

"Shhhhhhh!" She called back, her finger up to her lips while she kept looking over to her house. "Climb UP!" She whispered down as loud as she could. "There, place for feet!"

"Oh yeah." Somebody had nailed sticks on the tree so they made a kind of ladder up to a big branch beneath her. She was straddling the next branch above that. DeLorean is SO cute! Her eyes are sparkly brown, but big and wide, not like most other girls from over in that place they call Asia. She had her silky black hair braided in two long pigtails today-each was knotted at the end with a pretty green bow. She wore a simple dark green dress, and as I climbed up beneath her, I noticed she was wearing small black panties underneath. By wearing green in those bushy leaves, she'd become almost as invisible as a small brown and green bug!

We climbed the stick ladder, then along the thick branch beneath, sliding our butts along real slow, 'cause that gnarly 'ol tree branch scraped the soft skin of our pussies and butts! We had to be EXTRA careful! Then we found a vine to skinny up until we got to the higher branch DeLorean was perched on. Lauri and I balanced carefully on that with our legs hanging down right beside her.

"Hi DeLorean! What are you doin' up here?" I greeted her, but she quickly shushed me back to silence.

"I watch Michelle get daddy's belt fo leave bike inna driveway!" The little oriental girl whispered back. And she pointed through a wide gap in the tree leaves where we could look through to an open upper story window-right into her sister's bedroom not more than ten feet away!

Lauri and I stared silently until our eyes adjusted to the room's faded light. Then we could plainly see a pretty Asian girl lying facedown on a large double-sized bed. She wasn't completely naked; she wore a strange contraption of straps and ropes, and it looked as though she were tied down by her hands and feet-her knees were trussed tightly against her so that her bare-cheeked behind was thrust high in the air in a painfully contorted manner. At the foot of the bed behind her, stood a short man with short dark spiky hair. He swung!

"SNAP!"

"OH! Daddy!" The girl cried out in pain as the black leather belt he held slashed between her spread bottom cheeks.

"Ouuuuuuu… DAT hurt!" DeLorean whispered to us, but her face was masked in a strange, intensely fierce, grin.

"Ouch!" Lauri said. "THAT'S your daddy? What's he hitting that girl for?"

"Oh," DeLorean answered her, "Dat my oda sista Michelle. It not so bad. She LIKE him do that-she eben put bike inna driveway so she get punish on purpose!"

"WHACK!" Whistled the belt across the girl's reddening cheeks. She was propped up in the bed on her elbows, and her big breasts shook when the belt made her flinch in pain.

"It doesn't LOOK like she likes it." I said. I'd never known this side of DeLorean's life-that their daddy whipped her older sister and made her dress up like a slave-girl.

"Is okay." The small girl assured us in her whispered voice, yet all the while her eyes remained riveted on the bedroom scene. She didn't seem to be worried, and even looked more than a little bit excited and feverish to me... "She acting, mostly-wait, you'll see what he like do to us next!"

It wasn't long after Plong found himself in the service of Oum Chandavy that she summoned him one night into her tent. Up until this time he had been pressed into doing all the domestic chores of her life. He washed her clothes and learned to care for them upon pain of death. He served her meals, yet rarely saw her when she wasn't eating or attending meetings with her lieutenants. And of the food he took her-what could he think? It was nothing like anything he'd ever seen before. For the most part she broke her fast with a clear broth soup containing small round rolls of freshly boiled meat. In the evening she ate rice with vegetables stuffed into a roll of glazed white meat that looked vaguely like the intestines of a young Water Buffalo. Yet it was taught by the monks that to eat ANY meat was wrong-one could be eating their own reincarnated ancestors! Her habits were sinister and unusual.

Oddly, on the night that he was ordered before her, she was utterly transformed. No longer wearing the threadbare worn-out old French military camouflage fatigues he was used to seeing her dressed in, she was bedecked in the traditional long Cambodian silk finery, with her hair tied back and tightly bound. She stood beside a battered wooden desk in a sparsely furnished room-a large, lushly padded sleeping area. Above the sleeping mat, in the eves of the tent, were unusual riggings of rope, silk scarves, and leather. He could hardly imagine what they were for…

She turned slowly to face him, and he was astonished to behold her face made up in the intricately beautiful detail of a royal temple dancer-a mask of white paint, dark shadows and garish rouge accents. Her fingers were impossibly long-each one tipped with the golden knife-like nails that are used so expressively in traditional dance. Bracelets and necklaces of brilliant yellow gold and glittering jewelry adorned her. Plong was in shock, and more that a little terrified. He had never beheld a creature so elegant nor as utterly frightening.

Without a word spoken, she gracefully arose on her delicate intricately painted bare feet, and began the slow hypnotic movements of the ancient Cambodian dance. Her black shadowed eyes pierced his, but her hands weaved complex patterns about her face. Her hips swayed and gyrated to a silent rhythm only she could hear, and yet, it was an internal song he began to feel most intimately. Her breasts rose and fell with each intake of her breath beneath the softly shifting thin silk. He distinctly felt her body heat reach across the void between them, carried on waves of jasmine perfume as he watched her nipples harden. He was utterly transfixed, and he couldn't prevent himself from staring as her long dress shifted around her hips while she swayed, tantalizingly before him, and bright flashes of her full bare thighs occasionally revealed their heart-stopping beauty. No young boy entering puberty could have avoided the reaction he now felt swelling deep within his loins, and his lengthening embarrassment was obviously just the reaction she had intended to evoke.

Plong's face went scarlet, and he hastily attempted turning away from her, but those fiery eyes flashed a warning even as her fingers flicked out to his waist. He suddenly felt unburdened, and looking down, he was even more petrified to discover that his simple rope belt had been cleanly, effortlessly severed; the rags of his short trousers were now bundled around his bare feet. Her hands danced, her silken-clad hips lightly brushed his extended penis, and her eyes coaxed it to grow and nod like a serpent smitten in her spell.

Her eyes… those demon eyes… They gleamed with delight and desire as she looked upon him. They held him senseless and utterly powerless. He felt them range over his naked body-owning him, possessing him, and violating his every privacy. His breathing was jagged, his groin hotly constricted, his blood pounded with a deafening jungle drumbeat of hot and raw intensity in his head. And then the knives… Her ornate but lethal fingernail knives flicked out to tease and taunt the throbbing underside of his aching boyhood.

She took great pleasure in teasing him. As his discomfort grew, she taunted him further by letting down a small section of her hair, unfastening a length of her silken scarf, letting them fall lightly over his erection… draped so delicately upon him, only to be tugged back away, leaving him throbbing and breathless. Turn by turn, moment by moment, she teased him, taunted him, exposing more and more of her bare skin to his fixated gaze, brushed against him, pulled and rubbed the feather-light silk over his most sensitive place. He felt as if he were about to explode from the pressure between his legs, but when she beheld the beginning of leakage, her fingertips quickly brought it to her tongue. The tongue's passing rasped him, but a razor sharp pain followed this immediately beneath-and he noticed, horrified, that she'd cut into his penis-he dripped scarlet blood-his urge to climax instantly forgotten... Yet then her nipples were seen, and the flash of a small, well-formed breast… Her leg slipped between his own, and his erection raged anew once again.

How long this went on, he couldn't venture a guess… It was a moment of eternity frozen in time-an aching silent endlessness… An agony of raw sexual excitement dawning to intense unbearable pressure-followed immediately by a sharp welling of bright white pain when she beheld his amorous condition. His penis was slick red with his own blood, yet it stood out harder and longer than he'd even known it to become. He refused to cry out in front of this demon. He gnashed his teeth; bit his lip in desperation to refuse even the smallest whimper to escape. His knees trembled and he could hardly stand.

He found himself-how he got there he couldn't recall-trussed face down on the sweet-smelling comfortable bedding. His ankles and wrists were tied and he was being hoisted up into the air. He lifted his face and saw her standing before him. Gone was the long gown and layers of colored silk scarves. Her face retained the mask of the ancient warrior dancer, but her skin was bare-if it could be called that. Covering virtually every square inch of her body was an intricate pattern of complex intertwined tattoos. Plong had never seen anything like this before and was convinced that this was what demon skin looked like. Yet despite the etchings and drawings and symbols, her body was every bit as feminine as his younger sister's had been. He recalled the eldest one's breasts had only begun forming… He had a sudden warm memory of sleeping between them naked… Of their curiously that led to their exploratory touching him… Of his fingers finding their crevasse of warm wetness within … His penis dangled beneath him, but now he felt it harden with desire once again.

She held a small stick in her hand. Bamboo, with a thin strand of black leather attached at its end. She bent over to regard him underneath, and her wrist flicked the stick there. The tiny strand of leather wrapped around his erection with an electrifying snap. Her aim was superb. The effect was to squeeze off his blood flow at the base of the swollen tip. He grimaced but stifled his cry while quickly gulping air. Her wrist flicked up this time… The razor thin cord cut like a blade into the bloated sack of his gonads, its split tip wetly cracked on his anus. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell noiselessly to the mat.

Appraising his resolve intently, Oum became aroused and began to masturbate. She spread her legs lewdly and positioned herself close enough to the tortured boy to feel his gasping breath on the flowing wetness issuing between her legs. She could feel his eyes boring into her; she could feel his hot breath panting from his mouth on her hardened clitoris. She felt good with this one-she let her whip caress his young skin and admired him for not breaking her reverie with needless wailing. She admired his emerging manhood. This one was uncommonly large for a young boy of his tender age… She will teach him many things and enjoy his vitality fully.

The demon was using him, playing with him, humiliating him. She made a point of letting him know she controlled the situation completely. She touched him where she wanted to. She exposed herself, but never allowed him the pleasure of touching her back in return. She spread his buttocks and forced foreign objects into him, then sharply whipped his erection with the leather strap. When he felt he was on the verge of some ultimate release, she reminded him that only pain closely followed his moments of arousal. When he fought back the pain, she pumped vigorously on his swollen boyhood-making it ache with an unknown pressure from within. He was dazed, confused, scared, but more than any of those-a smoldering hatred burned deeply within his heart. He knew her for what she was-an evil incarnate, and some day he vowed to avenge the death of his family.

She stretched out full length beneath him, her head between his legs, her hairless tattooed cleft pressed up against his face. Plong felt the wetness of her tongue toy with his member, but then he became acutely alarmed when her mouth fully engulfed him. Her teeth raked him and nipped sharply at his sensitive skin. His gasps for air between her hot sweaty thighs only served to increase her inflamed passion. He tried holding his breath. She sucked him mightily down her throat and he gasped-and then he erupted with an overwhelming feeling he'd never known before... Blood rushed to his brain, his anus constricted on the object she'd forced into him, his penis jerked involuntarily, and in a mighty rush, he suddenly felt as if he were urinating in spasmodic hot spurts. Her mouth gulped and gobbled at his groin and her spread vaginal lips thrust wetly against his mouth and nose, crushing off all hope of air. He was certain the demon was devouring him.

But death would not come easily that first night. He died a half-dozen such deaths and the demon was insatiable in her desire to drain every last drop of his life through his tortured member. She found countless ways to coax it back to hardness and countless more ways to ingest his bodily fluids in every seam, crease, or opening of her tattooed writhing body. Sometime near daybreak he awoke, still suspended above her, to find her asleep beneath him. He passed out again.

The ugly-faced, well-endowed oriental girl's father was roughly rearranging the thirteen year-old Michelle on her bed. By skilful manipulation of the various ropes and straps, DeLorean's daddy had succeeded in turning her over, tying ropes around her full, pear-shaped breasts, causing them to protrude and swell ever larger. Next he stretched her legs widely apart while drawing her knees up at either side of those distorted breasts, crushing them tightly in between. He drew a belt about the helpless girl's hips and through small brass rings at either side, attached a clip that was suspended from ropes and pulleys on the ceiling. When he pulled on the ropes, her bottom was hoisted off the bed while her ass cheeks lewdly split open. Her plush hairless pussy lips unfolded like a flower, revealing the slippery path to the dark interior depths of her pink-walled love tunnel. The small dark-haired man quickly shucked off his clothes, but since his back was turned to the window, the three of us couldn't get a good look at his naked stiff cock. He reached over somewhere else we couldn't see, but when he came back to face his hog-tied daughter, he was holding a thick black spiky-looking rubber apparatus.

"Ohhhh! Lookit Amy! Daddy got out da BIG black dicky toy fo Michelle now! She gonna get it good an' HARD real soon! C'mon you guys! We betta creep up to my room and go thru secret door in my closet. Dat way we hear what dey saying too! C'mon!" The small girl turned to scamper down the tree, waving up at me and Lauri to follow. Lauri looked back through the window, and then turned to me.

"Gimme the camera Amy!" She asked. "I'll stay here where we can get some good pictures. You two go on, I'll join ya later!"

So me and my friend DeLorean crept in the backdoor and made our way upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, she reminded me to stay super-silent, then she crawled into her closet where she lifted away a small panel built into the wall. Through this small hole, we crawled into Michelle's closet in the adjoining bedroom which had slatted folding doors. DeLorean carefully tugged the slats open. Our hiding place was only three feet from her older sister's bed! From here we could hear and see everything that was going on.

Meanwhile, from the tree branch outside, Lauri had begun snapping close-up pictures through the open window. She noticed the closet's slats open slowly, and could distinctly see our two bright pair of eyes peering through them. It was tricky. If DeLorean's daddy looked directly at the closet, we two little peeping spies would surely be discovered!

When Plong next awoke, he was unsure if it was in this life or the next. He was no longer bound hand and foot; he was covered and lying in the comfortable bed. Looking around he was even more surprised to see Oum Chandavy setting out implements on her small desk for a breakfast-his servant's job before this day. He bolted upright, but she calmed his fears by inviting him to sit for a meal with her.

Gingerly, he sat across from her and watched her eat with chopsticks from her usual bowl of soup. On his plate was a bowl of the same clear broth, but the ingredients were different somewhat-his own small tidbits of pale cooked meat were oddly wrinkled and stringy.

"Eat!" She commanded him. "You performed quite to my satisfaction last night. Now you must regain your strength little one-you will require all of it again very soon!" And she barked a husky laugh.

"It is meat." He stated simply.

"But of course it is meat!" She frowned. "Do you find something offensive with that?"

Plong detected the malice in her voice, but he pressed on with his convictions anyway. "It is not right for me to eat meat. It may be of my ancestors!"

"Ha!" She barked. "So you DO believe in that ancient monk's foolishness, don't you? Well, you'll eat it anyway." She said matter-of-factly. "It is invigorating. It restores your seed, and it makes your kiang as hard as a tree branch. You WILL eat it, and learn to like it, or eat nothing else hereafter." She spoke in a low voice laden with ominous overtones.

And so Plong plucked the meat from the soup broth and carefully sampled it with his teeth. The taste was sweet and extraordinary. It practically melted in his mouth and left an altogether enjoyable tang on his pallet. He was starved; so he greedily devoured it completely while listening to her talk.

"Where are you from Plong Salaun?" She asked.

"Far away." He replied noncommittally.

"I think not." She replied cryptically. "Tell me," She said abruptly, changing the subject, "Who is Bot and Houn and Sok?"

"They are my three younger sisters." He replied cautiously.

"Ah!" She beamed. "Because you cried out to them in your ecstasy… Have you slept with them?"

"No." He replied. But when she continued staring at him until he believed she saw through his heart, he stammered, "Not Houn. She was yet a mere baby."

"Was?" She left the question hanging and Plong chided himself for his stupidity, but remained silent. "But with Bot and Sok?" She finally continued, pressing him for the details.

"Just for play. Because they wanted me to. I never wet in them… Not like it happened last night."

"Ah! But you loved them… You TASTED their flesh?"

"I touched them… They tasted… licked me… down there." He confessed.

"And of your brothers? Like Koung? Did you know him as intimately too?" She asked silkily.

Plong froze. How did she know that the one who had taken his own life rather than be captured in slavery was his very own brother?

"Oh yes…" She continued easily. "We know all about you. You, your family members' names, the names of all those in that retched little village. We did not kill them without reason. We NEVER kill those who support our cause. But in this case that snake Ny Saron, your village elder, had betrayed us. The entire village had to be punished as an example far and wide to all the others. We will NOT be betrayed!" She said venomously. A moment passed before she continued once again in soothing tones.

"But you escaped. Some call it Karma-Fate. Covered with shit when I found you, but still alive. I smelled the earthy perfume of your kind on you and I took sympathy on one so bold as to escape my men that way. I knew I might find some use for you. You could become one of us."

Plong kept silent as he stared at the remaining shards of flesh in his cooling soup. Never would he become a butcher or a demon if he could help it, he vowed.

Oum nibbled at the last piece of meat pierced on her chopstick and resumed speaking conversationally. "Oh yes, you could be like one of us over time… Personally, I found your brothers to be quite invigorating."

"What do you mean!" He snarled. "You had them killed! I saw them dead with my very own eyes!" Plong froze, realizing his burning anger and big mouth had no doubt fatally betrayed him!

Smiling broadly, Oum held out her chopsticks on which was speared a small pale ball with the imprint of her sharp teeth marks cut cleanly through it. "Even so, they live on-nourishing me with their remaining strength!" And she popped the last scrap into her mouth with a grin, chewing the tidbit vigorously.

Horrified, Plong suddenly knew what the "meat" was. He suddenly knew why all the young boys of his village had been left to die without their genitals.

"Do not look so appalled my young lover!" She taunted him. "Your sisters help to strengthen you as well!"

Plong wanted to vomit, but his stomach was not in the least bit upset. He wanted to gag, but his pallet felt satiated. The truth was, he felt as though he'd consumed a powerful drug that made him eagerly hard and sexually vigorous once again. His mind swam in confusion. He HAD consumed his ancestors after all-his immediate family! His sister's delicate genital lips-and worst still, he LOVED their taste! He was doomed to become a demon such as Oum Chandavy herself!

She took him again and again, that day and for many more thereafter…

I was so scared in that closet kneeling next to DeLorean that I could hardly breathe for fear of getting caught! We were much closer to the action now, and I noticed for the first time something I hadn't seen from the tree branch outside-DeLorean's sister Michelle had tiny little drawings all over her pussy! At first I thought it looked like little black hairs, but when I'd seen her the last time at our house, when Jess made the movies with them, she didn't have any hair at all down there then. I guess she's at the age when they grow all over your pussy if you don't cut them off… (I'm gonna get mine waxed off when it starts happening to me! Jess says that's the best way for girls 'cause then it's not itchy and it won't grow back… but ripping it off hurts more too, darn it!) Anyway, there were all these little black scribbling marks around her pussy now-what looked strangely like tiny pictures of animals and scary monsters. I wanted to get closer to look at them, but this certainly wasn't the time!

So there was Michelle. Her father had her ass stickin' up in the air all spread open an' all, so you could look right up inside her cunt from where he was. He was doing that too, but he was also pushing this big fat rubbery black thing up her butt. It looked like it'd hurt like hell too! Michelle was squirming and tossing about, but those ropes and straps she wore just kept her pinned down like a butterfly on a bed of cotton. DeLorean was squeezing my arm and hugging me tight like it hurt her too every time her sister would buck up and whimper. Her daddy didn't seem to care that it musta hurt-he had half of it in, but he just kept pushing it up inside her and twisting it around. DeLorean got so excited that she pulled my hand over her panties. I could feel that those little black silky things were soaked! She looked up at me and smiled when I felt them. I didn't understand if she was horny or scared or what!

Finally it looked as if that fat black rubbery cock thing was all the way up inside her. Michelle's face looked sweaty and she was breathing pretty hard, but so far, I hadn't heard her cry or scream out or anything. Her daddy turned to the table we hadn't seen outside and I had to catch my breath when I saw what he looked like naked! All down the front of him were more of those little black scribbling letters and pictures of soldiers and elephants and tigers and funny looking boogiemen with green bug-eyed faces. They covered his chest and stomach and legs. Sticking out between his legs was the lumpiest fattest cock I'd ever seen before (and it was sticking straight up too!) It had thick lines running up the length of it-they looked like thick scars as if he'd been cut up and burned down there. DeLorean wriggled out of her little thong panties. They went "splat!" when they hit the floor, and I was afraid he'd hear it. He seemed intent on fixing something at the table though… It looked like a long needle!

I could see Lauri in the tree outside and she was still snapping pictures when she wasn't staring at what was going on with her mouth hangin' wide open! DeLorean must have been getting even more excited herself cause she was rubbing between her legs under the little green dress she wore. She caught me looking down at her and put my hand down there, so I did it for her… then I felt her hand behind me fit up between my cheeks and I had to open my legs a bit to let her play with me there. We were getting pretty hot all by ourselves now... I just know Lauri would've liked being in the middle!

There was movement in the bedroom and I looked out through the slats. DeLorean's daddy was facing his oldest daughter again. In his left hand he gripped what was left of whatever that thing was sticking out of Michelle's ass, and in the other he held a needle with a small motor attached. He flicked a switch in the rubbery thing, and another on the needle, and while both motors hummed and buzzed, he bent down close to examine the skin around her pussy. Soon he was poking her there, making thin black lines on her skin and dripping trails of blood where he worked. Euuuuu! Gross!

DeLorean's fingers pinched my wet clitty tip making me groan and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from making any noise. I pulled her hand away and playfully smacked her on her naked behind for making me horny where we couldn't do anything about it! She pulled her dress up to show me something in the semi-darkness of the closet. I bent down low and looked between her legs. There, all around her tiny naked pussy were the same mysterious scribbly marks that her daddy was drawing on her sister. What the hell did it mean? It was all so weird and strange!

As the months turned into years, Plong Salaun lived with Oum Chandavy and gradually took on the ways of her band of warrior raiders. When they raided the peasants' villages, he thought nothing of the lives they indiscriminately took. At Oum's sadistic encouragement and much to her excited delight, he even took part in the ritual rape of the youngest children-both the girls and the boys. Occasionally they would abduct one or two for their extended evening's pleasures, but all such kidnappings ended the same brutal way: The child was quickly decapitated at the height of sexual consummation, only to enhance the ecstasy of the rapist's climax and shower in the hot spurting arterial blood of their helpless dying victims. Daily they ate their meals prepared from the shorn genital sweetmeats of their youngest prey. Plong had become thoroughly addicted to the flavor and taste of warm, fresh virgin-girl clitoral meat, as much as any opium addict needs his anesthetizing drug.

He hadn't forgotten, but he'd largely succeeded in burying the memory of his brothers and sisters, and lived only for the lust of Oum Chandavy and her evil ways. He lusted after her, and he lusted with her, but he hated her still for exercising her power and authority over him-for humiliating him, for sexually using him as she would any animal or their many child victims-only to discard him like so much cold meat when she was temporarily satiated.

Yet as time went by, she came to be pregnant by him, and an amazing transformation overtook Oum-she underwent an abrupt and uncharacteristic change in her behavior. She became paternal and protective of her condition, and when her time came, she bore a beautiful baby girl. Plong delighted in eating the bloody placenta, and would have enjoyed his own newborn baby daughter for a feast but Oum would allow nothing of the sort. She greatly adored the child and spent all her time nurturing it. For once Plong found himself liberated from her insatiable and cruel attentions, but he found to his surprise that he was jealous of the young whelp.

Several years later Oum gave birth to their second child, another baby girl. She was somewhat disappointed not to have a boy, but Plong could care less. He had no use for boys OR girls of his own. He only prized children for their tight little clutching orifices when he was pounding away within them, desperate for his sexual release and the anticipation of eating their sperm-soaked sexual organs bloody and raw for his desert. What use did he have for a child's crying and whining?

But these two born to Oum Chandavy might hold some eventual value for him after all, he began to believe. They had become the only thing she seemed to truly care about-to cherish and love. In his heart he still burned for a cruel vengeance. One night, when his daughters were still very young-the youngest being a mere four years old and the oldest only eight-the chance he'd waited for all these years finally presented itself.

Their band of raiders had decimated a small fishing village on the banks of the mighty Mekong River. In the early morning hours when all were asleep, Plong abducted his two daughters from their nursery and fled in one of the village's dugout canoes after taking the precaution of holing the others. He made his way down-river, a long and arduous journey. It was his escape and his vengeance. He cared little to nothing at all for his daughters, save that their mother would be devastated when she discovered they were gone. Now she would come to know the painful and total loss of her entire family as he once had!

Well, I was beginning to feel a little bit strange cramped up in that closet with DeLorean watching everything her daddy was doing to her sister. I mean, I wanted to be there and SEE it an' all, but it was kinda embarrassing-like I knew we were peeping on them and I was beginning to worry that he'd get real mad if he found us there.

He'd finished working with the needle and that seemed to make him get all excited even MORE cause he was jerking up and down on his thing-trying to make it cum on her I guess. He'd put the needle away and was pulling all sorts of other stuff out of the drawer-stuff that didn't look like it'd feel very good no matter where it was used! Most of the metal tools and clips and wires an' stiff looked like they came from our dentist, Dr. Frankenstein's office… (That's what Jess an' I call him!)

He'd pulled that big fat rubbery thing outta Michelle's ass and was pushing his hand in the gaping hole it made. He also had these clothesline clips he clamped on her nipples that pulled them out and made 'em look real sore! Then he clipped a metal one with a wire on it right on her sore-lookin' clitty. After he got her swinging on the swing ropes she was hung up with by pushing in and out with his arm, he just pulled back real hard, waited till she swung way out and came back at him, then he aimed it so her pussy hole hit the end of his fat 'ol cock and that rammed it all the way right up into her cunt! That's when he flicked a switch at the end of the wire and Michelle bucked like a kicking rodeo horse! Man! Her eyes rolled up an' her hair started flying out an' everything! It was REAL spooky!

It took them more than a month of traveling by night in the canoe to pass through the hot jungle lands of the south-the lands of the Vietnamese, the natural enemies of the Khmer. During this time Plong secured their rations by stealing from villages along the way under cover of darkness. Occasionally he would return with a young girl that he would rape in front of his daughters. He refrained from killing the child in their presence however-he couldn't explain why. But he would eventually gut the girl after he had satisfied his lust, and return with her vital sweetmeats for the preparation of their evening meal. Eventually, when the river widened and foraging for his appetites became more difficult, he took each of his daughters sexually in turn while in the presence of each other so that they would know and remember what he did to them. He kept them alive-sometimes against his desires, only because he suspected that at some time, they might serve a purpose useful to his survival. This came to pass soon after they reached the sea.

Not far from shore, his small canoe was spotted and approached by a larger fishing sampan. The boat's crew appeared to be three scruffy pirates who displayed a keen interest in the two child females. Plong had no doubt they meant to kill him at the first opportunity. He bartered with the three to allow him to come aboard and bring the children as gifts for his passage. The three readily agreed, and Plong carried his two girls aboard in his arms to prevent being attacked himself. The sordid crew wasted no time in stripping off what remained of the rags the small children wore for clothing, and they roughly forced their gnarled hands over and within their most intimate body parts.

After the two most aggressive sailors lay the girls out on their boat's deck and forced their thin legs apart with their knees, when the first was already thrusting in the oldest and the second was attempting to gain his way into the baby, Plong struck at the bystander and sent him reeling over the side and into the sea. Before the remaining two who were occupied noticed what had happened to their crewmate, their throats had been cleanly slit open, bathing the two girls in gouts of their dying, pulsating blood. The eldest also suffered a premature shower of seminal fluid that shot from the dead man atop her as he died. Having been ravaged by her own father countless times before, she was used to this-but not the shocking sight of abrupt death and the spurting jets of hot blood from a headless neck. They both burst into tears and Plong had to beat them into silence before cleaning up their new boat.

Far out to sea they encountered an even more difficult situation. A large warship overtook them one clear day. It was a sleek hulking gray monster flying a banner of colored stars and bars. The ship lowered a smaller boat and took them aboard. Plong could not understand any of their strange language, and was wary that because of their greater number, he'd surely be put to death. Instead, he was wrapped in a blanket, his daughters dressed in clean white shirts that completely covered them, and they were fed hot soup and all the rice they could eat. For once, fortune was smiling upon him, he hoped.

Days passed on the great ship until they finally docked in a large industrial port the likes of which Plong had never seen, a place his captors called "Manila." As luck would have it, Plong and his daughters found themselves in the midst of a publicity fracas. No sooner had the ship docked, when he was told to bathe and dress in clean clothing. The large white clad sailors brought out his two daughters dressed neck to knee in brightly colored frilly dresses. They had been scrubbed clean, their hair combed and scented and they had been given a sweet bar of chocolate to eat. They were brought into the presence of a hard looking man Plong judged to be the leader on this boat. There they waited until, with much fanfare, another man, dressed in Western clothes, was ushered aboard and stepped up to greet them. This man was also a Westerner. He was an elderly important-looking man, and was accompanied by several condescending Asians. One of them happened to be Khmer and spoke in a manner Plong could finally understand. He asked Plong how they came to be found far out to sea, and so far away from their native country.

Plong carefully crafted his story. He told the assembled guests that he had escaped from the terrible warlords of his country with his two daughters after they had murdered his entire village. He described their flight down the Mekong by canoe, embellishing their escape with exaggerated descriptions of his heroic fights with the black-shirt Vietnamese devils and lastly his fight to the death to save his daughters from barbaric rapist pirates. The Westerners appeared to be shocked by his conveniently fabricated tale, and congratulated him heartily for his determination in seeking freedom from such tyranny while risking his life for a better one for himself, and his two young daughters.

The older man, as it turned out, was indeed very important to these Westerners. He was called an Ambassador, and he took Plong and his daughters with him to live in his own large house. There he made Plong his personal servant, dressed him in a white uniform, and had him taught to serve drinks and food to all the many other white Westerners that visited the big house frequently. His daughters were provided with lavish clothes, a complete room of their own, with dolls and other diversions. The Westerner even gave the girls western names. He called the eldest Michelle, and the baby he named DeLorean.

The Ambassador was married, Plong knew, but his spouse was as elderly and even more rotund than he. The couple had no children in the great house, so Plong at first believed he had taken them in just to have his children about. Before long, however, Plong noticed that the old man paid particularly keen attention to both little girls, especially when his wife was nowhere about. He took great delight in giving them small gifts and tickling them to make them laugh with glee. Occasionally, while he was reading a newspaper in his library room, he would seat the girls on his big lap and read aloud in English to them. Plong's sharp eyes noticed the old man was quick to rest his hand on their bared legs, and when he thought nobody was about to see, those hands became buried within the girl's frilly skirts. Plong saw opportunity in this and brought his daughters into his room late one night.

"The old man likes touching you, doesn't he?" He asked Michelle.

"He doesn't hurt us." She replied, being careful not to add, 'As you do.' "He is gentle with us and he doesn't push his fingers up inside."

"But he would LIKE to I think. His fingers and more!" Plong replied, grinning lewdly. "I want you to make him take you-someday soon when his wife is not home. Both you AND your sister, do you understand me? This is an important man, and we need to make him feel very happy and satisfied with you, or else someday he will throw us all out and we will live worse than we had before. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"

The girls agreed to do as their father ordered in abject fear of being rejected by the kindly old man and feeling their father's cruelty and wrath directed exclusive upon them once again.

During this time in the big house, Plong spent his time off exploring the many delights of the capitol city of the Philippines. He soon discovered that satisfying his special needs with young girls was not at all difficult in any impoverished land such as this one. The children were for sale, and more than reasonably priced with the salary he made in Yankee dollars. Based upon what he was quick to learn of the white people's desires, in a short manner of time he was arranging clandestine meetings with some of the important ones he met at parties and functions with young Philippine boys and girls. This was a very lucrative business in its own right, and he gained power and stature among those he served, and among those he paid to procure the poverty-stricken whelps. He learned the trade of the tough local mafia-and gained access to all they had to offer as well. Soon he was able to sell powerful drugs along with his own stable of local children. The Yankees, as he came to call them, had a bottomless desire for the most exotic side of life, fit to match their bountiful pocketbooks.

Plong was careful to avoid the local authorities, and he never killed his young bedmates for their tender labia as he had so frequently before. No, murder would be investigated, and eventually he'd end up being apprehended. Instead, he developed a taste for exotic seafood-some he found to taste remarkably similar. His Philippine mafia associates introduced him to sharks fin, sea shelled creatures, squid and octopi. These provided the sexual recuperative powers he sought for trying out new recruits for his child prostitution ring. He was busy and happy in his new life, but he still yearned for more.

The new Yankees he met often talked of their home country, a place called "United States" and Plong began to believe his small growing business in Manila was only that-small, compared to what he could do, and what he could own in United States. When he questioned his girls one night about their slow progress in getting the old man into bed with them, Michelle told him that things were proving difficult.

"When he put his hand on my panties, I put my hand over his and pushed his fingers up into me. But the clothing was in the way. I tried putting his hand down inside, but he became afraid, and pulled away-I don't know what I did wrong!" She admitted fearfully.

"I have found from my local girls that these Yankees are very slow to act. It is good for my purposes on the street-they will pay each time and come back again and again. But in your case, we must determine what he wants and make sure he can get it. In that way he'll commit. Tell me more about what he likes about you two."

"I think he wants DeLorean more than I." The older daughter confessed. "She is younger, so she hasn't been as bold as I. He seems to like that, her childishness, her not knowing, and he touches her more often than me, but always when I am there to watch him do it."

Plong thought about this for a while and then made plans. He told his girls what they should do when the time was right, and said he'd set the time and place.

After they'd lived at the Embassy for close to two years, on a night when Plong knew the missus was on a trip to her native United States, he brought the girls to his room and had them undress completely. From under his bed he extracted a package he'd brought from town. In the box were clothes, but clothes he usually dressed his young prostitutes in for those clients who wanted their children "dates" to be dressed like older women. None of the frilly, cute, dressy clothes-these clothes were small black silk stockings, garters and see-through transparent black lace panties. What his associates told him the Yankees considered being "sexy."

He dressed little six-year old DeLorean in these things, giving her the stockings and garters but with panties so small, she might as well have worn none at all. Barely a string ran through her small cleft up through her jutting butt cheeks. Over this he gave her a short black billowing skirt and a wispy thin white button-down shirt he tucked in its waistband. For Michelle he had some specialty items: Black silk stockings held with small silver clips on a leather garter. Black leather panties, cutout so her labia lips were pushed through the slit, and a small, tightly fitting matching leather bra with open holes at the nipples so her silver dollar-sized dark areolas were prominently squeezed out for display. She too donned a small black skirt, but this one hugged her hips and buttocks tightly, designed to emphasize her budding ten-year old figure. A thin white shirt, matching DeLorean's, completed the costume, but there was more yet to be done… Michelle got dark eyeliner and lipstick to make her face more grownup looking-while DeLorean was brushed with blush on her cheeks and with barely a gloss of pink on her virginal-looking lips. When Plong was satisfied with the effect, he sprayed them lightly with an expensive perfume, and gave them their final instructions.

Michelle was to act tough, aloof, and demanding, while DeLorean was to play her role shy, and childishly eager to please. Plong left to prepare the rest of the evening, telling the girls to go to the old man in the library after he'd taken him his evening martini.

In the kitchen, Plong poured a small vile of white power into the old man's nightly drink, being careful to stir it in thoroughly. The potent was an ancient Chinese recipe, one he acquired from his many business dealings with the Tong… A mixture of a mild hallucinogenic, mixed with a highly effective aphrodisiac. He'd first used the concoction when he needed to bribe a prominent government official. The man had been accusing Plong of running a child prostitution racket and threatened to prosecute him in an open court of law. Plong met with the pompous ass do "discuss" the issue, the usual prelude for negotiating the size of an anticipated hefty bribe. But Plong turned the tables on his accuser. When the man awoke the very next morning, he discovered a weeping five-year old boy lying naked in bed beside him. There was blood all over the sheets. Blood was smeared between the whimpering boy's little ass cheeks. Horrified, he leaped from the bed and slipped on a stack of glossy eight-by-ten photos; photos which depicted him, explicitly and in full color, buggering the child ruthlessly. Plong was now paid regularly and handsomely by that very same official to keep those photographs safely locked away. Plong carried the chilled martini pitcher on a silver platter into the library where the Ambassador took his nightly repast.

DeLorean had a pinch hold on my clitty when her daddy threw the switch on Michelle and when those two started jerking around-he musta been shooting his load right up to her hair I thought-well, DeLorean squeezed on my stretched out slippery clitty like she'd been the one getting shocked, and I couldn't help it… I came BIG TIME too! So was she! She clenched down on my fingers in her two tight little holes and wouldn't let go. It was a good thing they were making so much racket grunting and groaning on their own out there, 'cause if they weren't, they'd a heard us in the closet for sure!

After a long time, when he seemed to be done, DeLorean's daddy reached back and flicked the switch off. Michelle went instantly limp-I guess she just fainted, and her daddy jerked back with his hips until we heard his 'ol cock pole come outta her cunt with a slick "pop!" Then he pulled his arm out of her ass like he was pulling it out of a long slippery glove. He had some of her poop smeared on his hand so he dunked it in a pail of water to wash off. Michelle was still out cold!

Ambassador Julian Jerome Whipple the third had barely completed his first stem glass martini when the two girls entered his study. Having the kindly old man read to them had become a nightly routine, and so DeLorean carried her favorite book with her, Dr. Seuss' "The Cat in the Hat." On all previous visits, he would beam and smile while patting his lap, in hearty anticipation of their climbing aboard his large wing-backed chair and settling their warm little bottoms on each of his outstretched legs. He took relish in reading the old story, and accented each dramatic moment with pinches and squeezes beneath the ruffled fabric of their colorful dresses. This time, upon seeing their new mode of dress, he almost swallowed the drink's tart olive whole.

Michelle hung back while DeLorean ran right up to him, throwing out her little arms to be embraced. The Ambassador struggled to recover from his initial shock, even while admiring Michelle's appearance with an embarrassing rush of cardinal desire. The girl was stunning, sultry, sensuous-he ran out of words to describe her as his head swam and his pulse quickened. Her tight fitting mini skirt barely concealed her cleft, and through the thin fabric of her blouse, he could clearly distinguish the blush of her large stiffened nipples protruding pointedly through the confines of her new black leather bra.

Before fully digesting this sight, he then noticed, as if by an amazing revelation, the way his sweet innocent little DeLorean was clothed. He held her by her waist at arms length to appraise the stunning sight. When she hugged up against his knee, her tiny flared skirt slipped up her legs, slowly and plainly exposing the scanty string thong she wore. He felt a sudden rush of blood fully engorge his penis-a sensation he hadn't experienced in many years since his wife tired of having sex. He became aware he was staring, mouth agape, his face hotly flushed and hearing, oddly, the sound of blood pounding in his ears. "Wha…!" He stammered. "I mean… Where did you get THESE clothes?" He finally managed to utter.

Michelle responded first. "You like? Daddy say we should put them on for you. He say you like maybe us look not so much like babies for you."

"Daddy say we look SEXY!" DeLorean beamed. "We do?" She asked, looking up into his eyes and asking him innocently before climbing up to take her usual story-time spot on his lap.

"Ahhh… Oh-well, YES! OH yea-s!" Ambassador Whipple stammered, with enthusiastic delight and not wanting to disappoint his favorite little girl. And indeed they both looked fantastic, he felt-not that he'd ever want his WIFE to see them dressed this way! "Your daddy!" He finally uttered in muddled amazement as DeLorean wriggled her hot behind directly over his swelling cock… She was passing him his drink as if she hardly noticed anything amiss.

"Oh yes-daddy say we need be GOOD girls for our new father… We do for you like we do for him… family skinship." Michelle recited her memorized lines flawlessly.

Whipple knew that Asian morality was unconventional, in no way related to that of the Christian-taught West, but even so… this new development puzzled him at the same time it caused a chill of excitement to surge through his spine. Could he believe what he was hearing? What his eyes told him he saw? DeLorean had grown impatient holding out his drink for him and was taking a gulp from his glass. She made a funny face and passed it quickly to him. Whipple downed what was left in one quick gulp, but Michelle was ready with the iced pitcher and refilled it once again.

"You like see underneath?" Michelle was saying as if in a dream. "Of course!" He heard himself reply in haste without a second thought. DeLorean kept wriggling her scantily-clad bottom around on his raging hard cock-he had to steady his drink-she had pulled her dress up-Michelle was posing, slowly playing with the buttons of her blouse, pulling down the zipper of her skirt… "Oh my GOD!" Whipple sucked in his ragged breath.

DeLorean had by now twisted around to face him, her legs straddled his own, the huge lump in his trousers bobbed and pointed to a thin black string that threaded between her pouty moist pussy lips. She took his hand in both of hers and quickly sipped from his drink again. The little vixen is going to get drunk! He thought to himself.

Michelle topped off his drink again, and this time she stood closely beside him barely clothed at all, but for the skimpy tight leather under things she wore. Wore? It was if she flaunted what little she had on, her childish body somehow promising the pleasures of an adult from within. Whipple's eyes watered and blurred. He drank too fast. Her nipples protruding from the holes in her bra were impossibly plump and erect for a child… And DeLorean! The child had become a wildcat in his lap! She had his trousers opened, her tiny hands fished down inside. She looked up at him and smiled so sweetly, so greedily!

"Oh Lord!" He barely had time to think. He was standing over the little girl. Somehow she was spread out on her back over a lamp table. He held her string panties in his hand. His thick cock was out, pulsing and proud in its uncommon erectness, bobbing over the small child's wide-open legs. She was rubbing furiously on her pulpy pink clitoris, making it weep a slick wetness between her legs. It dribbled over her tiny brown hole, making it sparkle in the lamplight. He put his thumbs against her spread cheeks and pulled. "Ohhhhh!" She cooed and arched her back up to meet him.

"Good God!" Now he was inside her… Inside her anus, gripping her thin thighs tightly, pumping vigorously within her-in and out of her tightly stretched asshole, and he was slick, wet, hard and eager. "What t'hell am I doing?" He wondered even as he drove himself further and further up within the depths of her bowls. She groaned and arched, her hips were thrusting against him. "This is BAD-Ohhh, soooo GOOD!" As he watched her rubbing herself, him peeled her vaginal lips further apart until he was looking deep within the insides of her open cunt-how far it went! "WHACK!" Whaaaa?

"You BAD man! You fok my seesta!" He imagined he heard. "WHACK!" THAT one he REALLY felt! His bare ass flinched and he bucked deeper into DeLorean's ass.

Michelle stood behind him, holding Dr. Seuss in both hands and winding up for another mighty swing… Her bare arms swooshed around, "SMACK!"

"Mommy?" Whipple whined in a shaky voice. "I didn't mean to, mommy! I'm fucking baby sister, but I didn't WANT to, mommy!"

"WHACK!" Came the flat book. "You fok baby seesta-you BAD boy!" Michelle scolded.

"Oh YES mommy! Oh YES I'm SO bad! Spank me HARDER mommy! Spank me for fucking little DeLorean!" He cried hot tears… What t'hell? It was all coming back in a rush. His sister DeLorean, he could see it all now-his boy's cock in his preteen sister's ass, his sister the same age, with the same name-the same name he'd given this one! His cock driving deeper-his sister's tears-his mother suddenly finding them locked together and beating him until… until… "WHACK!" and his balls smacked against the back of her ass. He shuddered mightily, pulled down on her shoulders, her mouth flew open in a large silent "O"-and… GOD! He couldn't stop himself! "Mommy?"

Michelle was more than a little shocked and surprised that the once kindly and seemingly reluctant old man had changed so greatly before her very eyes. Never had she known his kiang to become so large and hard, never would she had anticipated more from him than the nightly explorative touching beneath their skirts that she and her sister had become familiar with. But here he was-a raging tiger! The spankings she administered according to her father's instructions while he was doing it with her baby sister had unleashed a torrent of his seed-an unholy amount by the looks of it! His flabby old ass cheeks clenched and jerked with the effort, but from the look on DeLorean's face, that effort was rewarding her handsomely! She contorted and bucked on his golden staff and her small belly swelled with his abundant hot honey. Michelle felt a pang of jealousy that her baby sister was afforded all this special attention… She eagerly waited for his withdrawal so she could kiss, lick and suck him back to rigidity. If he was really this virile, then she was determined to tap the spring of life from his wrinkled old sack as well!

The last thought Ambassador Julian Jerome Whipple the third had before it all swirled into an abyss of darkness was, "What'll daddy think? My God! What will the PRESIDENT think?"

The next year was a good one for Plong and his daughters. The Ambassador continued to shower his girls with many favors, and on occasion, Plong arranged for some of his stable girls to visit the Embassy residency-supposedly as "school friends" of Michelle and DeLorean's-all well trained in the erotic arts to entertain discerning older men. Plong amassed a large collection of glossy colored photographs during this time, kept for that time they could be put to best use. One tragedy did occur however. The Ambassador's aged and portly wife suddenly took ill and died from a malady the finest Yankee doctors could not diagnose. His daughters helped their aged "father" through the momentary loss he suffered, but that time was understandably brief.

Plong never did find the occasion to use his photographs as a bribe before, unexpectedly, and in the most potentially embarrassing way, the old man suffered a massive coronary stroke and died. The moment came, predictably, while DeLorean was firmly mounted upon his stout staff. The old man was laying on his back, and with the help of Michelle sucking on his engorged balls in her greedy mouth, DeLorean squatted over him and bounced up and down so vigorously that she'd brought forth a massive gushing eruption that jetted up forcefully within her. This crowning moment of ecstasy was just too much for the old man's heart, but he died with a foolish and contented grin on his face. Fortunately for Plong, there were no other witnesses and it was hastily arranged to appear as if death came peacefully. The Ambassador's rigid upright cock, frozen in rigor mortis, was never officially mentioned.

Apparently the old man really DID love the dark, doe-eyed Cambodian girls, because, when his will was read, he had them granted full U.S. citizenship, both to the girls and their father, Plong. Above and beyond this, without his wife as a beneficiary, the girls were bequeathed a large amount of money with their father named as their executor. The money was more than enough for Plong to move his daughters to the United States and set themselves up in a fine neighborhood with a house and all the typical Yankee conveniences. What remained of the money however, what was intended for the girl's college education and future investments, Plong squandered and gambled away.

Old habits die hard, and Plong never learned to become "legit" after acquiring sudden wealth. In this new land, he had been unable to find any "sugar daddy" to con. In this place, morals and conventions about his specialty-child prostitution-were rigid, and penalties for getting caught were harsh. He was never able to get his trade reestablished with a harem of children, much less broker them out for sale. Even his initial exploratory attempt to sell his own daughters to anyone willing to pay was met with scorn and distaste among those in the underground he contacted. In frustration, Plong turned to the betting tracks, and lost vast amounts of money regularly and heavily.

Now, years later, when the girls were in school and their life, by all accounts, appeared to his neighbors to be "respectable," he was in deep financial trouble. Plong owed the Chinese mafia thousands of dollars. Only one offer had been made which suggested a solution: Sell his two daughters to the Chinese and his debt would be forgiven.

Almost reluctantly, but thinking first of his own survival, Plong decided to perform the rituals of preparation on his girls. This practice, one that Oum Chandavy would have ridiculed him for as superstitious, required they be tattooed in the ancient tribal way with all the symbols of power, sexual vitality, strength, and good fortune. It took many days, and he was angry and upset to be losing profitable assets because of his bad luck in this evil land of the Yankees. He had already begun the intricate designs on each of them, and today he was finally finished with the older daughter-complete after bestowing her with copious spurts of his family seed. He would miss her, but he had fucked her senseless as his final parting gift.

Now all that remained was to finish the younger child before whisking them off to the Chinese this very night-with whom they would begin their new lives, harsher no doubt than the ones they presently enjoyed… Karma.

Plong lit a stick of special aromatic, aphrodisiac incense and bowed over the religious tattoos etched in the flesh of the unconscious girl's crotch. Besides the wafting smoke of the potent incense, the hot scent of his daughter's flowing juices mixing with his own seamen as they slowly dribbled from her swollen crevice was pungent and highly intoxicating. He would go and seek the little one soon. Perhaps he would rig up a special contraption for his last sexual copulation with her.

My nose wrinkled. What was that SMELL? Whatever it was, it was making me dizzy in Michelle's stuffy and cramped little closet.

I was still trying to catch my breath and calm down after that last shuttering cum-even though DeLorean hadn't let up on me much. She still played with my clitty like I was her favorite Barbie (or Ken!) doll toy or something! But my head was kinda swimming with the strangest feeling! I felt sorta dizzy and itchy and right away I was horny as hell from those slick little fingers poking in and out of my puss. I could see that nothing was going on in the bedroom for now. Their daddy was bent over between Michelle's legs-maybe he was licking up her clit or something, I couldn't see… Oh well! If DeLorean really wanted to play again!… But then, before I could stop it, I sneezed!

There was no hiding that! He looked right around and pulled the closet doors open. There we were, bare-assed naked from the waist down-DeLorean with a pinch hold on my clitty and me with my fingers stuck up inside her tight little butt! Busted!

Plong leapt around with a start. Someone was there in the clothes closet behind him! Ripping the folding doors open, he was even more startled to discover his youngest daughter-hiding with another young one-a blonde Western girl… Had they been watching? Of course they had-you FOOL! They were playing with each other!… They'd seen and heard EVERYTHING!

For once in his life, Plong was shocked into silence as his mind raced with indecision over the implications of what THIS complication presented. If it had only been his daughter DeLorean, her discovery would have been merely convenient-he was about to go find the child anyway. But this other one… She would undoubtedly tell someone… She would know when his daughters were gone that something was amiss… She had seen, and now knew far too much to be left alive!

On the other hand, he suddenly realized, his buyers would pay many more big dollars for a young blonde sex slave. Nobody else knew she was here, she'd just disappear with his own girls. With the extra money he made he could score big in the weekend race-maybe even enough to buy back one of them. His mind raced with the possibilities as he gawked at the two. His little girl broke the silence in her own naïve way, "Look daddy!" She cried happily, "Amy has a real BIG one!"

By the gods! She surely did! DeLorean's slippery fingers held the largest, longest pink sweetmeat he had ever seen on a female! His old aching hunger returned-what a delicacy and delight the taste of this Yankee girl child would be! Without a word, he uncoiled like a snake and gripped both girls forcibly by their arms. Working swiftly and before they screamed, he stuffed panties in their mouths and bound their wrists together behind their waists. DeLorean was calm-she was used to his violent outbursts that always ended in a frenzied sexual climax, but she was unaware that this time was meant to be their very last. The other one didn't know what to think. Was it fear lurking in her Siamese cat-like blue eyes? Was she struggling to scream and to cry? Ha! That chance had escaped her. This is the price she'd pay for spying. From this moment on, her life would become utterly and irrevocably changed! Karma, little one, karma! He thought gleefully.

This looked like it might be fun! DeLorean's daddy had us all trussed up like piggies going to market… by now he'd ripped all the snaps of my sundress open and pulled that right off. I could feel DeLorean's naked butt and back against mine, so she was naked now too. He lifted us up in the air and put us in these straps so we were hanging there, upside down and end to end with our butts and pussies mashed tightly against each other. I even got to wiggle around, and I got my clitty poking into DeLorean's puss. She musta felt that and started bouncing against me just so it'd feel like I was fucking her for real! I just hoped I'd get the chance to feel that 'ol monster cock of her daddy's rammed up MY cunt before he got tired. It felt so itchy and slippery hot in there by now, anything would feel real good jammed up inside! Too bad I couldn't tell him that-I was munching on Michelle's cummy soaked panties!

I snuck a peek out the window and saw that Lauri was still making snaps like crazy and moving around in the tree to get a clear view. Hope she had enough pictures left and the battery kept working! I wanted to be SURE to show these to Jess!

Twisting around I noticed Michelle had woken up and was watching what her dad was now doing to us. He had this long curvy banana-looking thing he was shoving up DeLorean's ass, then he fit the other end against me… Ohoooo! It squeezed past my little winky hole and went right up my butt! Made me feel like pooping, but it made my puss horny as hell even more! Now he pulled on the straps and DeLorean got twisted back-our legs were spread wide open, our backs arched back-he was getting ready for something by sliding underneath me. He said something to Michelle in China-language or whatever they spoke and she got herself under DeLorean. Her mouth got to working on her sister's pussy then I felt her tongue shove into mine… I think I came and leaked a stream of cummy juice in her mouth! She giggled and I felt her tongue licking up my stiff clitty.

Plong surveyed his handiwork with the restraints. The two little girls hung from his ceiling rings and pulleys in a complicated web of leather straps like a pair of broken string puppets. They were arched back severely, like Chinese gymnasts, their small stretched anuses joined by a fat black fuckstick.

By lying on his back, head-to-head with his oldest daughter, he was presented with an unhindered and magnificent view of the Yankee girl's split crotch and the astonishingly oversized and visibly erect protrusion of her sweetmeat clitoris. Michelle alternately sucked on the tender gaping holes of both her sister and this new one-her probing tongue set the two into a gentle rocking motion-together, then apart, like steel balls hung from wires that strike and repel, strike and repel… It was almost hypnotic, watching the dildo fuck them simultaneously; deeper and deeper it sunk within them both-and then to see the throbbing twitching response of this new one's maidenhead. He could swear the thing grew and became stiffer in reaction to their anal violation. Hot sticky juice flowed from her pink tunnel and coated the length of her clitoris until it glistened. Plong realized that he was painfully erect once again.

By all the meddling gods! What was he to do with this one? A treasure like this was too unbearable to part with! Yet he was helpless-she had seen and knew too much to be trusted. He could hardly satisfy his gourmet appetite for the delicate flesh of her ripe vagina and that marvelous morsel of her salty-sweet young girlness… To do so meant her premature sacrifice and he was cruelly torn with casting her away after one memorable meal, or with keeping her his prisoner indefinitely somehow.

His tongue touched the tip of her-he savored her heat and taste-slowly, slowly-but he couldn't resist-his lips surrounded her (as long as a young boy's! he marveled) and he drank in her exquisite essence. Agaaaaa! Such a heaven she instilled in him! He gripped his young daughter's rear cheeks riding the dildo and pulled her tightly against this one, then sucked deeply at the throbbing meat in his mouth as it beat with her heartbeat and shuddered with her childishly innocent unrestrained climax.

OuuuuuWeeeeeYeoweee! THAT felt SO GOOD! Maybe it was the dildo up my butt and DeLorean's at the same time, or maybe getting made love to by three people at once, or that sweet-smelling smoke in the air, but whatever it was, I was as horny as a Jackalope bunny in heat! DeLorean's daddy had a way with his tongue on my clitty that felt like nothing I'd ever felt before! Maybe I was getting the feeling that he LOVED sucking on it more than most people do-it's kinda like developing a taste for raw oysters and clam necks or like suckin' worms or something like that I guess… Anyway, I sure felt SOMETHING that sent me to outer space when I came! (heehee!)

I took a look out the window and almost freaked! Lauri was hangin' upside down in the tree with only one leg wrapped over the branch and her skirt hangin' down so you could clearly see she was bare-assed naked underneath… Had she slipped on the branch, or what th' hell happened?

I didn't have time to figure it out before I felt Michelle pull my pussy lips apart trying to help her dad get his huge 'ol cock up in there. He'd twisted around so his legs were open beneath me and Michelle was in between them, holding his huge scarred prod in one hand while her fingers pried me open. He humped his butt up after she got it started, and I felt that big 'ol pole pushing right up inside. I think she helped by shoving up on his balls too, cause even as big as it was, it was working its way deeper and deeper up my cunt as she pushed.

Now I know Senior Gonzalez has the hugest, longest cock I've ever seen before, and Reverend Nobel has a gigantic one too-almost as big as Mr. Connor's. I didn't think, when I was feeling it shove and push up into my tummy, that DeLorean's daddy's cock was bigger than theirs-at least not as LONG… But it's sure a FAT one! And it was all itchy up inside me 'cause of all the ridges and hard scars that were crisscrossed on it. When that thing was going up inside, I felt like I'd split and pop right open like a ripe ol' melon! But that was only the start of it! Soon he started humpin' deep in me for real and it felt like driving my bike over a rocky road full of potholes when my puss gets slammed against my bike seat! Those scars were SORE! And they kept rubbing back and forth over my raw stickin' out clitty like crazy! He wasn't ready to cum either-maybe 'cause he'd just done it to his other little girl. I wanted to cry out or scream something awful but all I could do was grunt and moan in Michelle's wet panties while he kept right on hammerin' me.

It kept up for what seemed like forever! But the good thing about it was I guess I opened up a bit wider somehow, and I was cummin' inside all the damn time… That made me wetter and more slippery than hot skillet butter! Real soon it felt pretty damn good!

By all the reincarnated Buddhas! The little Yankee slut was actually humping back against him, trying to bury even more of his mighty kiang within her. Never had Plong known of such a thing-not with his daughters, nor any women, and none of all the child prostitutes he'd broken in and trained. At best they eventually submitted-meekly, docilely, always helplessly while he brutally forced his way into their slender canals and plowed their honey troughs. But this one positively delighted in his thrusts. She moaned and squirmed as if she ached for even more!

Michelle knew her father's tastes and desires very well by now. She sensed his newfound excitement and did what she could to heighten his sensual pleasure. Her small hands lovingly and firmly cupped and kneaded his testicles as she urged him on with his thrusting into her neighborhood friend. She pushed his sack upward tightly against her when he rose to meet Amy's suspended cunt. All the while she licked and lapped the length of her daddy's shaft each time it emerged from the depths of Amy's hairless mound. DeLorean helped in her own way with her own rising excitement. The large black dildo was still probing the furthest reaches of her bowels and with each slamming thrust from her daddy into Amy's front passage, the dildo twisted and slammed harder and further up the little girl's ass. DeLorean was going over the edge and began bucking back against the huge fuckstick violently. This slammed it back up Amy's ass and caused it to rub against the girl's father's cock through the thin wall between her two love tunnels.

Things are getting all funny with the smoke and the sweat and licking and fucking. I thought I saw Lauri next to the bed-in the closet? No, WE were in the closet, Lauri is upside down in a tree… No, I'M upside down hanging from a spider web! I thought I was bumping heads with DeLorean, but we're bumping our butts too, and they're connected somehow… like twins maybe… But then I'm sitting on a fat itchy knotpole. No, not Auntie's bedpost… We already DID that movie, didn't we? Oooooo… It's very hot! VERY hot! Ugh… Uagh… Umph… I was bouncing on my bike seat… Ohhhh… Ugh! UMP! OH! OH! Ohuoooooo… It's shooting-squirting stuff in me! I feel it splashing hot fire in my belly! It's thumping… Ohhh! Ugh! AGHAAAA! Ohhhhh….. I'm spinning. I'm shaking and twitching… I'm flying to heaven! Hi! It IS LAURI! She's here too!

The two little ones had passed out when Plong withdrew his sword from the Yankee blonde's cunt. He had made up his mind. Now, after he'd completed his tattoo on the little girl's bare mound, he got his jack knife from the counter top. Michelle's eyes went as wide as gold coins when she realized what he intended to do. Pulling the dildo from them both, he adjusted the pulleys to rotate the American girl so that the back of her head and all her blond curls spread out across the bed. Her perfect split cunt still gushed spurts of his semen from the depths of her small womb. Her remarkable clitoris was still erect as well, standing up proudly above her widely opened canal. Plong flicked open the knife.

Michelle tried to stop him. It was the first time he could ever remember one of his daughters openly defying him. He slapped her aside. The blade was sharp. Just a small flick of his wrist and the delicate morsel of the girl's singularly unique feature would belong to no other man in this world. Her powers would he his-her strength, her youth, her sexual vitality-all the powers she held in her maidenhead would be assimilated with his own. And besides, he could hardly wait to eat her blood-hot cum-soaked cunt for real. With a pinch he pulled her clit to its full length. Michelle cried out. He brought the knife's edge against its slippery flesh base and…

Well, I wouldn't be writing this if it weren't for Lauri! I THOUGHT that was her and it was! She told me all about it later on-how she slipped up in the tree trying to get a better picture. But she got herself down and came in the backdoor the same way we had. She found the secret hole from DeLorean's closet into Michelle's and was making a movie of us from inside there all along! Well… at least the best parts when DeLorean's daddy came BIG time! Shooting gushers of cum into me and then all over the three of us girls! Lauri said she'd never SEEN so much cum before, and we've seen A LOT!

Then while I was still asleep, he took the same thing he used on Michelle and made a little drawing on me too! It was a color picture of a lady tiger-with yellow and black stripes and bright glowing golden eyes! He made it right on the top of my pussy so it looked like the tiger's mouth opens up when I spread my pussy lips apart. When my clitty sticks up, it looks just like the tiger's pink tongue! Of course, I didn't know it then, but now that it's there, I really like it, and after I woke up and found it, I thought Jess would think it's pretty cool too! But now I'm getting ahead of the story again...

When Michelle cried out, Lauri saw the knife and what he was about to do with it, so she jumped out of the closet. "Hey mister!" She said. "I'm making a movie of all this so you better not cut up my friend Amy!"

He was so scared; he dropped the knife and just sunk to the floor. Michelle rushed over and untied her sister and me and they splashed water on us to wake us up. Then Michelle told us all about it. She said she knew that her father was planning on selling them that night for gambling debts. Seems like he'd told her when he was on drugs and didn't know what he was saying. Michelle was trying to make up to him so he wouldn't get rid of them. That's when we popped in and made everything more complicated. He was probably going to sell me too, but then for some reason he was about to cut my clitty clean off, even after doing all that work to make a nice picture there too! Michelle said the smoke was a drug so maybe he just went a little crazy after spraying us with all his cum.

I sat on the floor in front of DeLorean and Michelle's daddy and told him I really liked all the sex he had with me. I said I was sorry I spied on him, but I didn't want him to worry about money either. I said that the money we make with the movie Lauri made and other money we make with his daughters will more than pay for all his bills. He doesn't have to sell his daughters-they're going to be professional movie stars now! I think that made him happy 'cause he gave me a hug and a big kiss while I felt his fingers start playing with my clitty again too! I told him I'd bring his lady tiger back to play another time, but for now, Lauri and I had to go!

(Continued in Chapter 14)

Note: These stories are derived from my preteen sister's online diary-submitted by Kamkat. Comments to: catsNO-SPAMclaw@hush.ai. (Remove NO-SPAM).