Perverts 'R' Us

Little White Slave Girls - Part 1

By Old Boy and Tinus ( M+/g+, nc, pedo, rape )

Don Guido was angry. His underlings had messed up and one of the little girls had escaped from the clutches of the Mafia. This could be a serious threat to their criminal organization and to the image they had so carefully cultivated in recent years, an image of a kindly organization that brought peace and security to endangered neighborhoods by driving out teen gangs, etc.

Gone were the days of warfare between mob factions and of drive-by shootings. Now mafia leaders presented themselves as legitimate businessmen dressed in conservative suits. They took pains to disguise their illegal operations although they still engaged in them. The prostitution and drug operations, money laundering, protection and loan shark operations were still there but were no longer so obvious to the public.

However the most explosive operation of all in which the Mafia was involved was the kidnap and exploitation of children, especially of pretty little girls. Their captors made the girls engage in sexual activities and filmed them. There was a vast international market for such stuff as well as for more modest nude photography. Beyond that, there were men who paid well for young girls that they could molest, rape, and even torture. After that most of the poor girls disappeared.

Now one of the little girls who had been involved in such forced modeling and sex films had escaped because her guards had been careless. Immediately one of his lieutenants, Carlo, was sent with his men to find the girl. Don Guido summoned the guards to answer for this. Marco, another lieutenant, brought them before the powerful Don. The two men stood trembling before him as their leader vented his anger upon them.

"Do you two realize the seriousness of what you have done? If that little girl gets away and tells her story to the police we are going to have investigators raiding our operations and seeking out the slave girls that we have so carefully hidden away. How could you have been so careless?"

One of the men tried to speak up to defend himself but he was quickly silenced by the hulking goon holding onto him. Don Guido then pronounced sentence. "We must make an example of you two. Marco, you know what to do with them." He turned then and left the room. Marco took charge and before the night was over the two men who had messed up were wearing cement overshoes and were feeding the fishes somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.

Don Guido went home to his loving family and spent a pleasant evening with them. He had a pretty little granddaughter, Theresa, who loved to climb on his lap and have her kindly Grandpa tickle her a little. Guido loved the little girl and would never do anything to harm her of course. After her bedtime came and her mother put her to bed, the man excused himself to take care of some business elsewhere on the grounds of his large estate.

Guido entered the private cottage and was greeted by the caretaker who then left. Guido entered the room where his latest slave girl now lived. The pretty little girl looked very much like his granddaughter Theresa with her long dark hair. She came to him wearing only panties and bowed down submissively before the powerful Don.

Guido was in a good mood and so he would not beat the girl this evening. "You may suck my cock, little one, and then we will enjoy a nice fuck together. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Grandpa," she answered, calling him that as she had been instructed to do. Guido may not have been able to rape his granddaughter but he would fantasize that it was her as he raped the little slave girl now beginning to suck his cock up hard for him. Being the Don was a good thing, he thought.

* * * *

Marco had taken care of the two former guards. Meanwhile Carlo and his men were busy tracking down the little girl who had escaped. He knew she would be frightened and unlikely to trust anyone now that she had gotten away from her captors. There was still a good chance that they might find her before she told anyone with any authority of her ordeal and of the other girls who had been held captive with her.

He hoped to get this over with quickly. Carlo was far more interested in kidnapping little girls and abusing them than in tracking down one who had managed to escape. When he found her he would make her sorry she had ever thought of getting away from the men who now owned her. When they finished working her over and raping her, they would give her away to one of their more sadistic clients. That man would prolong her final suffering for many days.

The men searched the grounds of the large estate hoping to find the escaped girl hiding in the bushes but she was not there. Somehow she must have slipped out through the main entrance without setting off the alarm. Damn, this was going to be harder than he thought. Carlo and his men left the estate on foot, combing the neighboring streets, looking in all the dark places where a frightened little girl might hide.

Carlo and his men came upon a little girl who was wandering around in the dark. At first they thought it was the girl they were after but it turned out to be another little girl. She had left her house to look for her puppy that had run off. The men would love to take her captive and amuse themselves with the girl but Carlo told them to let her go. He knew that they needed to find the escaped girl first or Don Guido would have their heads. So the little girl ran back home, never knowing how lucky she had been to be let go.

* * * *

Ingrid was very scared. She saw two men approaching and thought they might be after her. She crouched behind some bushes until the two men passed by. They had been drinking and were now laughing and telling each other tales that did not make much sense. As the men staggered on down the street the little girl scurried along the street looking for some place where she might hide. Her bare feet were hurting after she had run so far.

Ingrid knew that there would be bad men coming after her. It was important to them that she did not tell her story about the other girls that they held captive, and about what they had done to them and to her. Her little pussy was so sore after the men's cocks had stretched her open so much. The two guards had gone off to drink from a bottle after they had raped her and left her lying on the bed.

The little girl discovered that they had failed to lock her door. She snuck out without the men seeing her, and then she ran as fast as her legs could go to get as far away as possible from them. She knew if they found her they would do terrible things to her. She did not know where she could go. This place was unfamiliar to her as she had been taken far away from her home when she was kidnapped. She no longer trusted anyone after the nasty things that had been done to her.

Then as she continued to scurry along the street keeping to the shadows someone did spot her by her movements. Suddenly a man appeared and he grabbed her. Ingrid kicked and screamed, trying vainly to squirm away. The man clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her but he did not do anything to hurt her. In fact he spoke softly to the girl and tried to calm her down.

* * * *

I had been on a stakeout conducting surveillance on the Mafia compound. It was boring work but the F.B.I. was hoping to gather evidence that could be used to prosecute Don Guido. Little did I know that the van that had driven off from the compound awhile ago carried two men who were going to their deaths. That would have been quite a prize if we had known about it.

My relief showed up and took over the surveillance. I left the hidden observation post to walk the two blocks to where my car was parked. I was tired and looking to go home to a hot shower and a good night's rest. A couple of drunks came staggering down the street. They must have come from the neighborhood tavern a block away, chased out by closing hour no doubt.

I crossed over the street to avoid the men. After they passed my eyes caught some movement in the bushes that bordered the street. At first I thought it was some animal but then I saw the flash of what appeared to be a child's bare legs. What was a child doing out here in the middle of the night, and scurrying along through the bushes like someone being hunted? I circled around and waited for her.

Suddenly I held a frightened little girl who was kicking and trying to get away from me. I tried to calm her down. I held her up in the dim light from a street light as she kicked and screamed. I clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her. I was surprised to find a little girl wandering around in the dark wearing only panties. Indeed the panties were torn and practically useless. I also noticed that she had been whipped and raped. She still had blood and stuff seeping from her vagina.

"Shhh, you need to be quiet, little girl. If you scream some bad men may come out here to see what is going on. I am a police officer and I am not going to hurt you, I promise. Now just calm down and tell me why you are sneaking around out here in the middle of the night."

Gradually the girl did calm down and quit her struggling. I set her down on her feet and took my hand away from her mouth. "We need to get you off the street before someone else spots you nearly naked like this. Come with me to my car, little girl." I was surprised how quickly she was willing to do that. Evidently she felt safer in my car than here on the street.

I didn't realize it at the time but Carlo and his henchmen were not far behind us. Later I learned that they saw me lifting the injured girl into my car. They got close before I drove away with her and Carlo was able to read my license plate. From their paid contacts on the police force they were able to get my name and address. But for now the little girl was safe with me.

I coaxed her to tell me what had happened to her. Slowly, haltingly, crying, the little girl told me her amazing story.

It seemed that she had been kidnapped two years ago from an orphanage in some distant city where she had lived ever since she was a baby. The orphanage had too many children living there and so after a brief search for the missing girl no one continued to look for her.

The people at the orphanage did not realize it but some Mafia underlings had followed the pretty 5-year-old girl and captured her. The Mafia liked to get them young when the girls were very trainable. Orphanages were a good source for little slave girls as the girls would not be missed much and the police would not do much to find them. Ingrid was quickly moved to another city.

The girl told me that at first she was treated well. They fed her well and she had beautiful clothes, much better than the poor food and hand-me-down clothes she was used to at the orphanage. At 5 she was used for modeling work. First she was trained to model in small dresses and flash some panties. She didn't realize that it was naughty then because she was still too young and innocent. But later she had to model tiny bikinis and at 6 she had to model just skimpy panties. Sometimes the thong panties were so loose that the pictures clearly showed her bald and smooth pussy.

Don Guido took a personal interest in her. Because he liked her he was very careful with the girl. He had instructed his underlings quite clearly. No one was to touch a young virgin girl until it was time for her to meet a client. Their clients paid well to deflower a little virgin. As his underlings knew the punishment for disobeying an order could be death, they were very careful to keep their young slave girls safe and secure while they were still virgins.

At 6 Ingrid had to pose naked pretending she was playing with herself. She didn't know what to do at first but soon she discovered her pleasure spots. Helped by a female instructor she really got the hang of it. While other girls her age were starting school and learning their ABCs, Ingrid was learning about her sexuality. All the modeling pictures and later her nude videos earned good money for Don Guido and his Mafia gang.

Last week was her 7th birthday. Don Guido said it was time for her first paying customer. Ingrid didn't know what was meant by that but she did find out that night. Her virginity was auctioned off to one of the discreet men who had bought her videos.

She had to dress in a very sexy pre-teen outfit - a very short sundress, no undershirt, some small silk panties and some sandals. Then Ingrid was driven by two henchmen to a large house somewhere else in the city. She was left alone in a room and didn't know what to expect until a very fat and brutal looking man entered the room.

He had a case with him which he placed on the table. He approached her and suddenly ripped the thin dress from her body shredding it to pieces. She screamed but he just laughed, enjoying her fright. There was drool running from his mouth when he looked at her in her thin silk panties.

He grabbed her again and slammed her onto the bed. She tried to kick him with her legs and she did manage to kick him in his fat stomach. He told her she would be sorry for that and he grabbed her legs. Her sandals already flew off and he grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her, tearing the flimsy garment. When she tried to kick him again he punched her hard in the stomach.

She doubled over. He punched her in the chest, smashing his fist into her tiny pink nipples which were almost crushed under the force of it. He forced her down on the bed and knelt on her body while he undressed. Then he forced the big fat thing between his legs into her virgin pee-pee. That hurt her so badly that she screamed until her voice broke and she could scream no more.

Ingrid felt a searing pain burning inside her body all the time the big man pumped her tiny slit with his monster thing and she almost passed out from the pain. When she felt his hot liquid spurting into her she thought it would be over. But then he turned her on her belly with her bottom raised in the air.

After that she felt great pain on her back and her buttocks because he whipped her with his belt. She couldn't scream anymore but it hurt terribly. Apparently the man got horny again from the whipping because she then felt that big thing between his legs poking against her bottom again.

She thought, "No, not in my pee-pee again." But then she felt her poop hole tear open because he was forcing his big thing in there. She had never felt any pain like that before and she passed out. When she came to again she was lying on her back. Her hands were tied over her head and her legs were tied widely spread. She noticed that some blood smeared liquid was pouring out of her pee-pee and her butthole.

Seeing that the little girl had regained consciousness, the fat man took some shiny little clamps from the case on the table. Ingrid screamed with pain as he caught her tiny nipples in the clamps, hurting her. She screamed even louder when the man managed to get her tiny sensitive clittie to poke out of its prepuce, and he clamped it too. That really hurt a lot. The cruel man laughed at her as she squirmed about in naked agony. Then he took his belt again to whip her some more.

Ingrid bucked up in pain as the belt hit her across her flat chest. It felt like it might rip her clamped nipples off. She tried to move away but just couldn't. The whipping went on and on, making stripes and welts on her chest, belly, pee-pee and thighs. When the belt caught her clamped clittie the pain was so great that she passed out again.

When she woke up the man was gone. The awful clamps were gone too but the bruised bits of her nipples and clittie still ached terribly. One of the Mafia henchmen lifted her up, put on the remnants of her ripped dress and panties and carried her out to the car. When he turned around she tried to escape from the car and run off but he quickly caught her and dragged her back.

The two men were very angry with her for trying to run away. They drove her back to the Mafia compound and then they stripped her naked again. Now that she was no longer a virgin the men were free to have sex with the young girl and so they did. They raped her again, not caring that she had already been badly whipped and raped by the client.

The two men took turns, one of them raping her while the other man videotaped it. They knew that such sex tapes of a little girl being raped would bring a good price. They hurt her already abused pussy badly by forcing their big organs into her and ripping her open again. She didn't even have the power to scream anymore. She just cried and trembled in agony.

When they were done the men left her lying on the bed. They went to the next room and began drinking from a bottle, making jokes about what they had done to the little girl. Somehow Ingrid managed to rouse herself from all the pain. She discovered that they had failed to lock the door to her room.

The only thing she could slip on were the torn panties. Her dress was too badly shredded to wear anymore so she was almost naked but she didn't care. She had to get away from these awful men. So she slipped out and ran away from the estate before she was missed. She knew to stoop down low passing through the main gate so as not to set off the alarm. Running hurt her bare feet. She hid in the bushes outside the compound knowing they would come looking for her.

That's were I found her. I had never heard anything more amazing in my life. Ingrid she was an orphan and there was nobody to miss her when she was kidnapped. All alone in the world, she had fallen into the hands of the mob. She had been raped by a cruel fat sadist and then by the two Mafia henchmen.

I swore to get revenge for her but first I had to take care of her. I needed to take her away from here and treat her bruised and battered body. I drove her to my place and carried her inside. She was too weak to walk and so I lifted her out of the car. Lifting her up hurt her so much that she passed out again. Quickly I carried her in and laid her down on the bed in the spare room.

I had some training as an Army medic. I checked her over quickly and found no broken bones and so I figured that I could treat the girl's injuries myself. Some of them were real bad though. I could see that her pussy and ass were injured badly too because the ripped panties were smeared with blood.

I would rather not let other people know about the girl for now. I realized that I would need to let my superiors at the F.B.I. know about the girl. She might be useful to nail the Mafia Don Guido and bring him and his foul organization down. But first the little girl needed to recover from her awful injuries. I thought we had made our getaway cleanly without being discovered. It was days later when I discovered how wrong I was.

When Ingrid came around again she looked real scared at me. She didn't trust anyone anymore. She had just been brutally raped and in her nearly nude state with an adult man watching her now she was feeling even more suspicious of my intentions. I smiled at her reassuringly.

"You will have to trust me Ingrid, because I will have to take care of your injuries. I promise not to hurt you. Well not on purpose anyway. Treating your injuries may hurt a bit but I will be very careful. But treating your injuries, I will need to examine your naked body, even your forbidden spots. Do you understand why I need to do that?"

Ingrid still was suspicious but she understood that her injuries would have to be taken care of. Indeed she wanted me to look at them because she was so sore. Her privates hurt real badly too and although she wasn't looking forward to letting an adult man touch them again she was afraid of the consequences if she didn't. She knew about the danger of infection.

So she nodded at me, giving me permission to treat her. I told her to wait a bit as I was first going to prepare a warm bath for her. She had to soak her body first to wash any filth from the wounds before I could examine and treat them.

I went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water. Not too warm because that would only hurt her injuries more. And no soap either for the same reason.

When I went back to the guest room to help her to the bathroom she was still laying on her back as if she didn't dare to move because of the hurt.

"Can you walk by yourself or do I need to carry you?" I asked the trembling girl.

"I don't think I can move but I'm also afraid it will hurt if you touch me," the frightened girl said.

"I will be very careful," I said as I bent over to lift her up.

Although I lifted her up very carefully and was careful not to touch the worst wounded spots she still moaned in pain. I carried her to the bathroom and set her down on her feet next to the bath.

"I will have to remove your panties now, Ingrid." I said, waiting for her permission.

She just nodded again. Although there wasn't much left of the torn panties it just hid the most private spot a little girl has. I carefully lowered her blood-drenched, ripped panties and her smooth but bruised pussy came in sight. I held my breath as I removed her panties completely. There was blood dripping from her pussy. There must be a cut or something there. I would have to look into that, but first her bath.

Carefully I lifted her again and lowered her into the warm water. She cried out a bit because the warm water stung her injuries at first. After she got used to it she sighed and let herself soak. She found the water relaxing now. I looked her over. She was clearly visible though the clear water although it was colored red a bit from the blood her injuries exuded.

I let her soak for awhile and went to the spare room. There were several blood stains on the bedspread and so I removed it. I placed a large towel on the bed so I could lay her down on it later to examine her and prevent any stains on the sheets.

Then I went back to the bathroom to dry Ingrid and take her to the spare room again. Lifting her injured body out of the bath caused some more moans again so I took the softest towel to dry her not to cause her more pain than necessary.

When she was dry I carried her to the spare room again and set her down on the bed. She clung to her towel to hide her naked body from me although she knew only too well that I needed to examine her injured body.

"Maybe you better lie on your belly first, darling. I will examine your back first." I said. I was hardly aware that I had used an endearment instead of her name. I guess I was becoming attached to the poor girl. She gave me a little smile.

That seemed to comfort her and ever so carefully she turned and lay down on her belly. The towel still covered her. Slowly I lowered it down to expose her back but I left it still covering her bum. Examining her back I found bad bruises, whip marks and even some cuts. I took some sterilizing cream and rubbed her back with it. The cuts weren't that bad and I only had to place band aids on two of the worst ones.

Then I removed the towel from her bum and she startled a bit. I comforted her while I inspected her badly bruised bum. There were whip marks there too and some bite marks but luckily no cuts. I had to inspect her anus too and so I spread her little buttocks. She startled again but didn't stop me. She understood that it was necessary.

There were some cracks around her anal opening but nothing too bad. So I took some more disinfecting cream and rubbed her bum and even her anal opening with it. She flinched when I rubbed the cream over and even a bit inside her bum hole. I pushed just a little of it in the back hole with my finger to disinfect the cracks.

"Time to turn over darling," I said after examining her thighs and rubbing some cream on the welts and bruises there. She looked up at me and seemed scared again. "You will have to trust me, darling. I saw some nasty cuts that need to be treated. Please, I will be very careful."

She sighed and slowly turned onto her back with a grimace of pain on her face. When her injured front came into sight I sighed and grumbled at the same time. I sighed because she was beautiful. (I didn't even know such a pre-teen body could excite me.) I grumbled for the anger inside me towards the men who had hurt this kid so badly.

Once she lay on her back I inspected her chest. There were also a lot of bad bruises, whip marks and bite wounds there. But the worst of it was her left nipple. It looked like someone had tried to bite it off and it was bleeding a bit. I soothed her chest and belly with some disinfecting cream again and even her torn nipple which caused painful moans again. I place a band aid over it and moved on.

I inspected her legs and feet. Although badly bruised they seemed to be fine. Inspecting her feet I noticed there were even bite marks on her toes. I felt sorry for this girl. She must have been in great pain, but no more. I made her this silent promise.

I soothed her feet and legs, even the inside of her thighs with the cream and she seemed to relax. But then it was time for her most secret spot. I was afraid of what I would find there because there was still a little blood dripping onto the towel.

I tried to spread her legs but she startled again and tried to keep them closed. I didn't say anything and just waited for her to relax and accept that I had to touch her there. It took her awhile but then she relaxed and spread her legs by herself.

I looked at her wounded vagina. Gently I spread the puffy little girl parts that were the beginnings of her labia. I immediately found where the blood was coming from. She had a tear of about half an inch in her left labia. That had to be stitched to close it properly. I examined her some more and detected some small cracks of the vaginal tissue inside her pussy. She must have been stretched forcefully with a big cock.

That would need some disinfecting cream too. That would mean I had to push some in with my fingers. She wouldn't like that. I told her about the tear and that it had to be stitched. I could take her to a hospital or I could do it myself. It would hurt just a little. It would be of no use to anesthetize it because that would mean two pricks and so would a stitch.

She pleaded with me not to take her to a hospital because she was too scared that the Mafia would find out she had been there. Besides she would be embarrassed to let another man look at her pussy and touch her there.

So I had to do it then. I prepared a stitch from my medic case and told her to hold her breath. I stuck the needle through one side of the tear and she flinched a little. Quickly I pricked it through the other side and drew the stitch through it. I tied a knot over it and the tear closed up nicely. Immediately the bleeding stopped and the tear was hardly visible anymore. That would heal nicely.

"That wasn't so that bad, was it?" I asked her and all she did was smile weakly. She had got used to me examining her now and she saw that she could trust me. There was still one embarrassing thing for her to endure though. I had to rub the disinfecting cream over and even in her cunny.

I took some of it and rubbed it carefully over her bruised cunny. She certainly would be black and blue all over her body for the next couple of days. Rubbing her pussy with the soothing cream seemed to relax her again and she just laid there with her eyes closed.

Then I took some more cream and spread her labia with two fingers of my other hand. I rubbed the cream in the entrance to her vagina and gently pushed my finger in just a bit. She didn't react to that and so I pushed in some more. Her pussy griped my finger like a tight vise and my finger slipped into it to the second knuckle, rubbing the cream into the cracks and preventing them from getting infected.

She seemed to have accepted that I needed to touch her that way. Although I only did it because I had to treat her injuries it excited me a bit to do it. I didn't want to take advantage of such a young and injured girl so I withdrew my finger the moment the cream was in there where it needed to be.

She looked up to me and I sensed some disappointment in her eyes. Had she wanted me to continue? Nah, she was just thankful to me for taking care of her, I told myself.

After her injuries had all been treated I went to find something for her to wear. But the only thing I could find was one of my long t-shirts. I went back to her with it and found that she was almost asleep. She must be exhausted.

Very carefully I helped her put on the t-shirt. I didn't have any panties for her but she wouldn't need them in bed. Besides her pussy might be too sore to wear panties. I removed the towel from under her, flipped back the sheets, helped her in and covered her sore body lightly with the sheets again.

I wanted to say good night to her but she had fallen asleep already. So I just kissed her forehead and left her room. Then I went to my study to think over what my next step should be. I knew that I should contact my superiors and tell them about the girl. But if I did that they would want to see her right away and she really needed her sleep. Besides I was really tired myself. So I took a quick shower and went to bed. Tomorrow would be time enough to inform the F.B.I., I thought.

To be continued

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