Perverts 'R' Us

Little White Slave Girls - Part 2

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

Don Guido was angry again. Carlo and his men had been sent out to find Ingrid, the little slave girl who had escaped, and bring her back to the Mafia compound. Now Carlo stood before the powerful Mafia leader, summoned to explain his failure. He knew that Don Guido could order him to be executed but Carlo did not think he would do that. The two men went back many years together and they were almost friends.

"We would have caught little Ingrid but there was a man who found her first and he interfered." Carlo explained. "We saw him with her about a half block ahead of us and he was putting her in his car. We ran to catch up to him but he drove off with the girl before we got there. However I did get his license plate number. I will get our contact in the police department to run the plate number for us tomorrow and then we will track him down."

Don Guido licked his lips. This could be good news. The Mafia would track the man down and see what he was up to with the girl. Perhaps the man was a pervert who upon finding a nearly naked little girl running around in the dark had taken her captive. He might rape the girl some more and eventually kill her and dispose of the body. If so, he had taken care of their problem and that would be the end of it.

On the other hand the man might not be a pervert but someone who would make trouble for them if he could. In that case they might have to find an opportunity to grab the girl away from him and if he interfered they might have to kill the guy. However the Mafia tried to avoid such messy scenes nowadays.

"Track him down, Carlo, and keep a close watch on this man. If he just wants to have some fun with the girl and then get rid of her, let him. That will take care of the problem for us cleanly. But if you find that he is going to take her to the cops and have her tell her story, then we will need to stop him. I am relying on you to handle this matter, Carlo. Be sure that you do."

"Yes, Don Guido." Carlo replied. He recognized the implied threat and he would be very careful not to mess this up.

After Carlo left Don Guido went to the secluded cottage to visit the dark-haired little slave girl who reminded him so much of his pretty little granddaughter. He took out his frustrations on the girl, whipping her with his belt a little before having her suck his cock up hard for him. Then he fucked the hell out of the poor girl until he felt satisfied. It was good to relieve his tensions this way, he thought.

* * * *

After treating her injuries I put the pretty little blonde girl to bed in my spare bedroom and I went to bed myself. I knew that I would need to report this matter to my boss at the FBI, but I thought it could wait until the morning. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. I was tired myself and soon went to sleep.

I woke up suddenly at the sound of loud screams. "Ingrid," I immediately thought. I jumped up and sped to the spare room where Ingrid was. I didn't think about the fact that I slept in the nude and so I was stark naked as I ran to the 7-year-old girl's room. She didn't even notice my nudity as she was too upset.

I sat down on her bed to comfort her, telling her she had a nightmare. Immediately she clung to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, buried her face in my shoulder and straddled my waist with her legs. The t-shirt rode up and her bare pussy was pushed into my belly. My dick rose up and touched her bum but luckily she didn't notice this.

I patted the back of her head, too afraid to touch her body. Partly I was ashamed of my aroused feelings for this very young girl and partly I was afraid that I might hurt her. She settled down and I laid her down on the bed again.

"Did you have a nightmare, darling?" I asked, using that endearment again.

She nodded. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

"It was about that man raping me. And then my pee-pee started hurting again and the little knob above it."

"Well, that's just normal, darling. You had a bad experience being raped by that man so it's normal having a nightmare over it. Your pee-pee will be sore for several more days."

"But he did more to me than just rip his huge thing into me. He hurt me more."

"Will you tell me about it?"

"I don't know. It's… really… embarrassing. I told you he had a case of instruments with him? Well he took some terrible things out. One looked like a hollow metal cylinder. Quite big too. He forced my pee-pee open and shoved the cylinder into me. It hurt like hell and I tried to scream again but my throat was too sore to scream. The cylinder went into my pee-pee really deep, hurting me more than his thing had."

"Then he took another long thin flexible stick. He pushed it deep into the cylinder. A moment later I felt a searing pain deep in my belly and the thing went further in. He took some kind of little light on a stick and shoved that in too and then he looked deep inside me and he laughed."

I realized that the man had penetrated her immature womb with the device and I felt very sorry for Ingrid. It must have hurt her badly. I couldn't help wondering though what it would look like to see deep inside a little girl's uterus. I felt my cock stirring at the thought.

"Then he took some scissors and cut my pee-pee as you know. You put a stitch in it."

I realized that she hadn't just suffered a tear when he raped her but he had cut her little labia on purpose. The bastard. It must be his trademark to cut a little girl's pussy like that.

"I passed out from the pain again." Ingrid continued. "When I came to the cylinder was out. Then I saw the man take clamp-like thingies out of the case. I told you he had put them on my nipples and that hurt bad. But he reached for the skin above my pee-pee and pushed it back. I didn't know I had sort of a knob there but he let it pop out. Then he forced a clamp over it and when it closed the teeth bit into the little knob I had. I guess it's a very sensitive place because it hurt more than everything else he did before. I didn't dare to tell you this so you didn't treat it with the disinfecting cream and now I'm afraid it might get infected."

I realized that she had told me about the clamps and even that she mentioned he had used it on her pee-pee but I hadn't seen any clamp damage to her pussy earlier. Well I hadn't pushed her prepuce back and so I couldn't notice any damage to her tiny clitoris.

"Will you please put some more of that cream in my pee-pee and on that knob? It hurts and itches so much," she said almost crying.

"Of course I will, darling," I said. I realized what such intimate handling of her privates would do to my cock but I hoped she wouldn't notice again.

I took the tube of cream from the bedside table where I had left it just in case. Ingrid had already spread her legs for me. She looked up at me with her innocent blue eyes and smiled at me, welcoming the treatment I was about to give her. The combination of her erotically spread, naked bruised body and her innocent childish face smiling up at me had my dick half hard already.

I took some of the cream on my fingers again and rubbed it over her unformed labia, loving the feeling of her warm smooth sex flesh.

"Inside please," she whispered.

I looked at her with wonder but then I took some more cream and entered her little pussy with a finger. She sighed. I slid in deeper and deeper up to the second knuckle again. After that I wanted to pull my finger back out again, afraid of going too far with the girl.

"Deeper please. The hurt and itch is deeper too, where he pushed that thin thing deep inside me."

I knew she meant her womb but I couldn't go that deep. So I just took some more cream and entered her again. This time my middle finger went in all the way until I felt her cervix blocking my way. I pushed the cream up to her cervix, pushing on it a bit.

"Yes... that's good." she sighed. "It hurts but at least it takes the itch away. A bit harder, please."

I pulled out a bit and pushed in again. I could just reach her cervix with my fingertip. I pushed into it as hard and as deep as I could. She moaned but her face was relaxed. She liked the treatment and so I continued it for a couple of minutes. My cock was quite stiff now, wanting to replace my finger and get into her snug, warm channel. I really wanted to fuck this little girl.

After awhile she asked, "Can you do the knob now?" I made myself dismiss the nasty thought of fucking the girl from my mind even though my cock wanted her badly.

So I pulled my finger out and took another blob of disinfecting cream. I hesitated a bit before I dared to push the prepuce back. A tiny clitoris popped out and my dick was hard as rock as I looked at her bruised sex bud. Now I saw the bite marks where the tiny metal teeth of the clamp had punctured her very sensitive sex organ.

Ingrid hardly even knew she had such a sex thing on her body although she had been taught that it felt good to touch herself down there. Now her newly discovered clit had already been tortured by a cruel rapist.

Softly I rubbed the cream into her tiny clit. She bucked her hips up at me and sighed again. She closed her eyes while I kept rubbing the cream into the bruised bit of sensitive girl flesh. I noticed her belly rising up and down. On an adult woman I would say her orgasm was building up. But surely that could not be so for this juvenile raped girl, I thought.

She bucked up again and I felt her clit twitching. A bit frightened about that I stopped rubbing and let the hood go. The knob twitched a bit more and then slowly withdrew into its hiding place. Ingrid had such a dreamy yet fulfilled look on her childish face. I do believe that she had a little orgasm.

Ingrid drifted off to sleep again and so I went to my bedroom thinking about what happened. This girl had been treated sexually for some years now. She was used to showing herself off to men and even letting them touch her body. She was even forced to masturbate and to play with men's cocks. In the end she had been raped forcefully. I drifted off to sleep thinking about such a young girl asking me for sex. These were thoughts I never had before.

Then in my dreams there was a little girl naked in bed with me and sucking on my cock. I awoke suddenly and discovered that it was not just a dream. Poor little Ingrid, bruised and beaten as she was, had awakened and felt afraid being all alone in the dark. So she had slipped out of bed and made her way to my room. The girl had crawled into bed with me. Then having been trained what to do with a man's cock, she had taken mine into her mouth. I think it was like a pacifier to the girl, something to make her feel secure. Who was I to take that away from her?

I let her have her pacifier as she sucked it forcefully. Maybe she had a nightmare again because she sucked harder and even bit me a little sometimes. It wasn't bad at all though and I could feel my balls firing up to shoot my load. What should I do? Should I let her go all the way or stop her before I shot my sperm into her mouth?

Before I could decide I came big time. My sperm spurted out the tip of my dick with force, hitting Ingrid in the back of her throat. That made her cough and wake up. She pulled her head back and my sperm spurted up in the air. I pretended to be asleep and just waking up now when she looked at me.

"What happened?" I asked innocently.

"I'm so sorry." Ingrid said whining. "It's just become a habit with me I think." I was surprised when the girl licked off my cock and licked up the sperm that had fallen on my belly and then swallowed it. She had been taught to do this I realized. To myself I thought that this was a habit that I could learn to enjoy very much.

"Don't worry about it, darling. Your secret is safe with me. Come, let's take a shower and eat some breakfast. We will need to get you some clothes to wear. Then I will take you to the FBI office to report to the inspector what has happened to you. With your testimony I believe that we can round up the Mafia organization of Don Guido and save some other girls from what has happened to you."

"Can I ask you something first?" Ingrid said, flushing a bit now.

"Of course you can, darling." I said

"Well… you know… last night when you comforted me a little you know…. I … umm... had this wonderful feeling I never had before. At the mansion they taught me to play with my pee-pee. I sometimes had some nice feelings but never like that. It kept getting better and better but then you stopped. Can you do it again but keep on a bit longer please? I have to know if touching my pee-pee can make it feel that nice again."

She had such an innocent look but at the same time it was ever so sexy. I couldn't refuse the girl. Indeed I was thrilled that the pretty 7-year-old had actually asked me to masturbate her to orgasm, although she didn't use those words of course.

I flipped her over on her back, lifted the t-shirt and spread her legs. Her pussy still looked very sore. Black and blue swollen pussy lips, and even her prepuce looked swollen. Softly I pushed the hood back and her wounded clittie popped out, inviting my attention.

Slowly I rubbed the immature love bud. Ingrid shivered and sighed. I rubbed her long and slow and noticed her belly rising up and down again. She breathed more rapidly now and her hips bucked up and down. I pushed harder on the prepuce putting more tension on her clittie. That did it for her and a long moan came from her throat. Her body trembled and her pussy contracted.

I stopped rubbing her little clitoris and saw it throb and contract. She really had a nice orgasm this time. I let her come to her senses a bit and then I kissed her forehead. My cock was half hard again but I made myself ignore it.

She opened her eyes, smiled at me and simply said, "Thank you."

"Anytime, little darling. But now, time for the shower," I said lifting her body very carefully from the bed and carrying her to the bathroom.

It was fun taking a shower with little Ingrid. By now she trusted me enough to be naked with me and let me wash her body gently with my soapy hands. Then she returned the favor, giggling when my cock rose up as she washed it with her hands. I made her quit though, not wanting to shoot cum all over the shower and tub. I wiped her bruised body gently with a thick towel and then I toweled myself dry too.

I put on a pair of shorts and then took Ingrid to the kitchen where I fixed us both some breakfast. She looked so cute in just the t-shirt I had given her to wear. She knew now that I liked to look at her and so she danced about for me, slowly pulling up the t-shirt and showing me her saucy butt and hairless reddened pussy. The girl liked to tease men I saw, at least men she trusted.

I told her she looked very pretty but that if she kept teasing me that way we would never get any breakfast. She giggled, pleased with herself, and took a seat at the breakfast table while I fixed our breakfast. I was pleased to see that she was recovered enough now to be able to laugh.

I served her scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, orange juice and milk. I had the same except with coffee instead of milk. After breakfast I used a tape measure to take her measurements. I checked out girls' sizes on my computer and wrote down the sizes of clothing that would fit her properly.

I was going to go to a nearby department store by myself and bring her back clothes she could wear. However Ingrid did not want me to leave her alone and she begged me to take her along. So I got one of my robes and had her put it on. I had to fold and pin it up so it did not drag on the ground. She looked ridiculous in my robe but at least she was covered.

She stayed in the car in the parking lot while I went inside the store and did my shopping. The lady salesclerk looked at me with raised eyebrows as I picked out a complete outfit of clothing to fit my little girl. I figured I did not owe her any explanation though. I paid for my purchases and took them out to the car.

Ingrid changed into the clothes in the back seat of the car. Then she got in front beside me. She looked very pretty in her new clothes although in truth I preferred seeing her naked now. I drove downtown to the Federal Building and walked Ingrid inside to the offices of the FBI.

My boss the inspector was both pleased and displeased with me. He was pleased that I had found and rescued the abused little slave girl from the Mafia. He was displeased that I had not brought her in right away but had taken her home with me. However he tempered his displeasure with me in front of the girl, not wanting to embarrass me I suppose.

I explained how frightened and tired Ingrid was when I found her. She really needed to receive some first aid for her injuries and to get a good night's sleep. My boss accepted that. He had a female agent come in to take the girl and make a photographic record of her injuries. Ingrid would not go anywhere without me though, and so I went with her while she got naked again.

I turned my back and pretended not to look but there was a mirror on the wall and I got a pretty good look at the girl as the female agent took close-up photos of her injuries. In fact she looked even worse now than she had the night before as her bruises were more swollen, all black and blue. That would fade away soon enough but for now it made for compelling pictures of her.

Ingrid got dressed again and we returned to the inspector with the female agent. Other agents joined us and they took her statement as she detailed everything that had happened to her since she had been kidnapped at 5 years of age from an orphanage. She also told the FBI about other girls she had met who were also slave girls, being trained to serve men with their bodies.

I thought we would stage a raid on Don Carlo's Mafia compound right away and rescue any girls we found there. But my boss explained that they were going to take a couple of days to contact other F.B.I. offices around the country and coordinate raids on other compounds with them. It would not do to raid only one location and thereby drive the others underground. Well I saw the wisdom of that. I guess that is why he is the boss and I am just an ordinary agent.

The female agent wanted to take Ingrid into protective custody with her until more permanent arrangements could be made. However the little girl made it very plain that she would not go anywhere willingly without me. Finally my boss just shrugged his shoulders and gave in to her.

"Well Agent Willems, it seems you have made a conquest of this young lady. I know you have a private home and grounds. I figure she will be safe enough with you so I am putting you in charge of Ingrid. Take her home and guard her well, and I will let you know when you need to bring her back in to us."

I could hardly believe my good fortune. I had figured that the girl would be taken away from me but instead my new assignment was to guard her. If my boss had any idea of how intimate I had become with the little girl he would have fired me. I might even have been charged with molesting her. But instead she would be staying with me at least for a few more days.

As we left the building Ingrid held onto my hand tightly. She smiled up at me and said, "I like you, sir. I wish I really was your little girl. Can I call you Daddy?"

I was thrilled with her. I smiled back at her and said, "I would like that very much, Ingrid. When other people are around you should call me Mr. Willems, but when we are alone together I would love to have you call me Daddy."

She giggled. "Thanks, Daddy! I just know we are going to have lots of fun together!" Visions of having the girl romping naked in my bed with me danced through my head. I figured we could do a 69 together, her sucking me off as I gently ate out her sore little pussy for her. I wondered if her pussy might heal up enough for me to fuck her too. Maybe in a few more days.

We stopped on the way home at another store. I took her inside with me and bought her clothes that she liked. Then we headed home. However when we got there I quickly saw that something was very wrong. The front door of my house was wide open. I had Ingrid duck down in the car while I went in warily, my gun drawn. I checked the house to be sure that no one was still there. Then I brought Ingrid inside.

The house had been ransacked, everything strewn about. However nothing appeared to have been stolen. From that I figured out it must have been the Mafia, looking for Ingrid. I knew what a threat the girl must be to them. They would do anything to get their hands on the girl. I did not know how they had found us so quickly.

I wondered if they had a plant in the F.B.I. who had tipped them off. If so, I did not dare to notify my boss about what had happened, not that I didn't trust him. If there was a Mafia plant it had to be someone else in the office, I thought.

No, I figured the safest thing to do was to get packed up quickly and take Ingrid with me to a secluded cottage I had up at a mountain lake. Soon we were on our way to the cottage. I tried to make light of the situation not wanting to alarm the girl too much. But I think she knew the trouble we might be in as she snuggled up close beside me and clung to me.

"Don't worry, darling, we are going to be fine. We can go swimming and fishing at my cottage. It will be lots of fun, you will see." I told her cheerfully.

"Okay, Daddy." she said bravely.

To be continued

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