Perverts 'R' Us

Little White Slave Girls - Part 7

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

That afternoon I went to the hospital after work to talk to the doctors about Ingrid. I wanted to know how soon I might be able to move the girl to her new foster home with Greta.

The doctor in charge of her case was not that eager to release her. He told me that Ingrid just hadn't recovered enough to go home yet. She still had some nasty wounds that needed to heal more and some bad scars that would remain tensed up if not properly taken care of.

The nurse who took care of her had to rub her scars with a softening cream twice a day, and her wounds with a disinfecting cream. Also Ingrid had to take antibiotics to fend off infection. And then there was the problem with her private parts. The doctor fell silent for awhile as though considering how much he should tell me about that.

"You see, Agent Willems, not only was her uterus ruined but also her cervix and her vagina were badly injured. Her sex organs had to be rebuilt and stitched up and there is some stubborn scar tissue in there now. Also her little labia were badly torn. So was her anus. They are stitched up too. If her scars are not treated the right way she may never have a normal sex life. Her vagina could be too tough and tight to be penetrated by a man's phallus."

I asked the doctor if the stitches would have to be removed after her wounds healed. I could imagine that it would be very painful for Ingrid to have her vagina invaded by an instrument used to cut out the stitches. He smiled though and told me that they used dissolving stitches now. In a few weeks when their work was done the stitches would simply dissolve and be absorbed.

I informed the doctor that Ingrid's new foster mother, Greta, was a degreed registered nurse and she could take care of Ingrid at her own home. It wasn't a lie either. Greta had paid for her medical education by being a prostitute. Of course I did not tell the doctor about that part. After she graduated she did work as a nurse for awhile but she found that nurses were quite underpaid.

Being a madam was far more lucrative than being a nurse so she chose that over her medical profession. She still was a talented nurse though and she often treated the girls working for her if customers got too rough with them. She knew all about treating injured tits, pussies and asses.

Finally the doctor agreed that if I brought Greta in tomorrow the nurse could show her exactly how to treat Ingrid's wounds and scars. Then we might move her to her new foster home. He had to admit that Ingrid was very eager to leave the hospital and although she hadn't healed yet it might be better to treat her in a more comfortable place for her.

I went to Ingrid's room then to tell her the good news but I was shocked when I saw her. She looked worse today. Even though her body had started to heal she must have had a setback. She smiled weakly at me though. I told her that I was bringing her new foster mother Greta to see her and then we might be able to take her home tomorrow. That cheered her up a little although she remained rather silent and retiring.

That evening couldn't be over fast enough for me. I had some fun with Alice and Vicky but I couldn't keep my mind on it. I kept thinking about Ingrid all the time, worrying about her injuries and scars. Would she ever be able to fuck again? And then there was her mental condition. That seemed worse today. I would have to be very gentle with her.

The girls noticed my distraction. "What's wrong, Daddy?" Alice asked, taking her mouth off of my erect wet cock briefly. I took my own mouth away from Vicky's wet leaking cunt to answer her.

"It's Ingrid, honey. She has been so badly injured. As you know the doctor is letting her come home tomorrow but it will take time for her to heal. We don't know if her vagina will ever heal enough for her to fuck anymore. I am very concerned about her."

Vicky took her mouth away from Alice's wet cunt to join the conversation. "If she cannot fuck with you Daddy, Alice and I can always use our tongues on her pussy so that she can cum that way."

I laughed a little. "Yes, and I can tongue her too. But I do hope that she will be able to fuck again. I enjoy fucking you young girls and that includes Ingrid of course. Well we will just have to wait and see how things turn out."

With that the girls and I resumed our oral sex triangle. Alice deep-throated me nicely and that took my mind off of Ingrid for awhile. Then Vicky climbed aboard my cock as I lay on my back. The girl rode me wildly, her dark hair flying about her pretty head. Then Alice straddled my head so that I could eat her pussy too.

I tell you, with young girls like those two no man could think about anything else for very long. We all had some nice orgasms and then we went to bed. I was still worried about Ingrid but I finally fell asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday. I didn't have to go to work and the girls could stay home with me. I decided that I could leave them alone long enough for Greta and me to go to the hospital and bring Ingrid home. They promised to be good and not get into any mischief while I was gone.

Greta had an assistant stay with her foster kids. She drove to my place and then we went to the hospital together in my van. We went right to Ingrid's room and I happily introduced the injured girl to Greta.

Shortly after we arrived to visit Ingrid the new girl who was sharing Ingrid's room was taken away in a wheelchair for some chemotherapy treatment. The poor kid had cancer, I learned. What a shame I thought, that a child could have such a life-threatening disease.

I explained to Ingrid the arrangements we had made. Greta was to be her new foster mother and she was officially responsible for her care. Ingrid would have her own room at the foster home with Greta. However actually she would be going home with me today instead.

That seemed to cheer her up a little. Then I told Ingrid that I had asked Greta to marry me too. We planned to adopt her and the other girls and become a real family together. Ingrid was quite happy about that. She looked at Greta's new engagement ring and said how nice it was. I could see that they liked each other already.

Then the nurse came in. She told us that she was going to treat Ingrid's injuries and she wanted Greta to watch and learn what she had to do. She told me to leave as it involved Ingrid's private parts. Ingrid cried out that she didn't want me to go. She said that I was the only one she trusted for now and she wanted me to stay. Greta understood and was not offended by this.

The nurse was very reluctant to allow that but Ingrid wasn't going to change her mind so the nurse had to give in. She took off Ingrid's covers and again I was treated to the sight of her naked but badly injured body. The nurse showed us how to put the cream on Ingrid's wounded back and front. That was something I had already done the first time I found Ingrid. After treating her other injuries the nurse put extra cream on her wounded nipple and rubbed it in lightly.

Ingrid cried out in pain because her tortured nip was very painful. The nurse told us it was very important to treat her nipple like that even if it hurt because otherwise the little nerve there might not heal and the nip could become just a numb piece of flesh.

Then it was time for her privates. The nurse hesitated a little looking at me but then she shrugged and went on with it. She took a vaginal douche. It was like a plastic bottle with a thin phallus-like nozzle on it. She filled it with disinfecting fluid and told us her vagina and anus had to be rinsed out with it twice a day.

She placed a bedpan under Ingrid's bum and carefully pushed the nozzle into Ingrid's vagina. Again she cried out. Even if the nozzle was thin it still hurt inserting it into her wounded, tensed- up pussy. The nurse showed how she pressed on the bottle to release the fluid and a moment later it washed out of her pussy into the bedpan. Then she did the same thing to her anus, but only a little way into her rectum. The injury there was not as deep.

When that was done she told us she had to apply softening cream onto her repaired cervix to prevent the scars from stiffening up too. Again she took a phallus-like nozzle only this time it was attached to a tube. In the tube was the cream she told us and that was to be squeezed out at the back of her vagina.

Saying that she inserted the tube into Ingrid's pussy, causing her to cry out again. I felt sorry for my little darling. The nurse shoved the nozzle really deep in her vagina. I didn't even know she was that deep. It must be way up and pressing against her cervix.

As if the nurse read my mind she told us the nozzle had to be pushed in as deep as possible, even if that meant it was pushed up to her wounded uterus a little. And then squeeze out the cream, as she did. This seemed to relax Ingrid a little. The cream eased the pain a little. The nurse then took some of the cream on her finger and used her finger to treat her anus, running it around in that dark hole.

I tried to memorize all the nurse did. After all it would be me treating Ingrid's wounds, not Greta. Still I knew I could count on Greta to help me with any problems that might arise. The nurse asked Greta if she understood what had to be done and Greta confirmed it.

The nurse seemed to be convinced and she handed us the discharge papers. When the nurse left we tried to dress Ingrid to take her home. She refused at first but realized that she couldn't go home naked. She allowed us to slip a very loose dress on her body but she refused panties. She said it hurt too much wearing any.

We decided that no one would notice her not wearing panties unless her skirt flew up and so we left it at that. We sat her in a wheelchair although sitting wasn't easy for her with her bruised vagina and ass but we managed to take her to the van and lifted her very carefully into it.

We drove home. Greta would like Ingrid to see the new room at her place but I convinced Greta it was best to drive her straight to my house. Taking her to the foster home first would cause Ingrid more stress than necessary. We got Ingrid home and to her room. I had converted my den into a third bedroom for her so she could have a room of her own while she recovered.

Alice and Vicky were watching cartoons when we got home. They greeted Ingrid briefly and told her how glad they were to have her home. The girls had promised to help me care for their injured sister. Ingrid smiled at them but I kept the greetings short.

Greta helped Ingrid remove the dress from her sore body. She helped me get her into bed and then she left to return to her own home where she had other kids to care for. Ingrid was exhausted so I let her sleep for awhile. I went down to the living room and sat on the couch.

Alice and Vicky immediately jumped on me. "Can we suck your cock now, Daddy?" they shouted simultaneously. I agreed. It would take my mind off of Ingrid, at least for a few minutes. The little vixens pulled my trousers down and attacked my dick like hungry wolves. They gave me a mind blowing blow-job. When Alice had my cock head in her mouth sucking it forcefully Vicky licked the shaft. Then Vicky showed me that she knew how to deep throat a cock too.

Both girls were talented cock suckers. They licked and sucked me into a tremendous orgasm. As they couldn't decide who would have the pleasure of having me cum in her mouth they decided to finish me off by hand. I was about to shoot my load, expecting one of the girls to take it in her mouth. At that moment they both wrapped their small hands around my pole, squeezed and started to pump up and down.

Now I don't know if you have ever had two 7-year-old girls wrap their small fingers around your pulsing cock and pump you hard, eager to make your cum fly out of your cock head. Well I had now and soon my sperm flew through the air, watched by two pairs of happy eyes.

The girls thought it was neat seeing my cum flying up in the air and then falling back to splatter against my lower body. After that they lapped it up from my belly and penis with their little tongues and ate it. Man... what a life I had now.

Later that day after lunch with Alice and Vicky I made Ingrid some soup and took it to her room. Entering it I discovered she was awake. She was on top of her sheets because of the hurt she had. I looked at her wounded and bruised body again. I felt like I could weep right then but I must be strong for Ingrid.

The moment I sat down on the bed beside her she threw herself in my arms and started to cry.

"It hurts so much, Daddy. When will the hurt go away?" she whined.

"Hush darling," I said patting her on the head. I didn't dare to touch her aching body anywhere else.

When she relaxed a little she sat down with a pain grimace on her face. I fed her the soup and it seemed to do her good.

"Time for the treatment, Darling," I said.

"Do you have to? It hurts so much," she said with a scared look at the flushing tool in my hand.

"It has to be done, darling. Only with proper treatment will you get well again." I said.

With that she lay down on her front moaning from the pain it caused her. Seeing her badly hurt back with still open wounds I cried inwardly for her. Carefully I applied the cream on her back seeing her tense up a couple of times.

When her back was done she rolled over onto her back very carefully. I rubbed the cream into her chest and when I did her stitched up nipple she cried softly. I worked down her body and even did her feet noticing the bite marks on her toes again.

Then it was time for her pussy. I had already filled the plastic bottle and attached the nozzle to it. She looked scared at it. "This hurt so much, Daddy. Will I ever be able to fuck again?"

"Of course you will, Darling," I said comforting her but I wasn't so sure she would be able to.

I put the bedpan under her and slowly entered her with the nozzle. She cried again. After washing out her pussy I also did her rectum a little. Then I had to insert the second nozzle to put the cream right up against her cervix.

"Please Daddy, no. That plastic thing hurts too much. Can't you do it with your fingers please?" she pleaded.

Well you know already that I couldn't refuse her anything so I applied some cream to my middle finger and entered her sore pussy. I was startled by the tightness of her vagina. I wondered if they hadn't given her a stitch or two too much there.

It was hard to enter her with just one finger. I had to push in real deep too, to reach her damaged cervix but I managed to do so. Still I felt she needed to be treated deeper so I had to use the nozzle on her after all. It made her cry for which I was sorry but it needed to be done. However I was able to treat her rectum using just my finger. The pain exhausted Ingrid so much that all she wanted to do was sleep and so I left her alone then.

That went on for a couple of days, Sunday and Monday. Although I had put in for retirement the FBI needed me to finish out the week. So Monday I got Ingrid into the wheelchair with the help of Vicky and Alice. I drove the girls to Greta's and left the girls in her care. Ingrid liked the room that had been prepared for her there, although she would prefer to be with me.

I spent my evenings and nights with Alice and Vicky and the girls helped me take care of Ingrid. She started to heal well and her body was aching less after a few days. Even her pussy was less sore and it loosened up a little. I could put my finger into her easily now. I noticed that it was a little bumpy inside there from the stitches that had not dissolved yet and from the scars.

I wondered what it would feel like to have those little bumps stimulating my cock if I could get it in there too. I also noticed that her exposed clitoris often rose up stiffly while I was treating her wounded pussy. Soon I was distracting her by teasing her clittie with a finger as I used my other hand to loosen up her vagina. I sucked on her clittie too and I got Ingrid to cum from doing that.

After about a week Ingrid told me she wanted to try and see if she could fuck now and I asked her if she was sure. I was very reluctant but she insisted. I convinced her that I should use the disinfecting cream for lubrication so I took a big blob and rubbed my dick with it. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and used her fingers to open her labia for me.

Slowly I fed my cock into her pussy. I could feel it was still tense and awfully tight. She cried out as I worked my way in stretching the rough scars. I wanted to stop but she wanted me to go on. She was terribly tight, like little Alice had been when I first fucked her. I had to force my way in. I found the little bumps inside her vagina very stimulating to my cock.

I got deeper and deeper into her body and I could even feel her inside tissue tear a little as her wounds were still fresh. I was afraid that I might damage her more. I asked her if we should stop but she didn't want to. I noticed a strange look in her eyes as if she liked the pain in a way.

I bottomed out then and I saw I had hurt her bumping into her wounded cervix. So I started to pump in and out trying not to push in too deep and hurt her too much. When I picked up some speed I noticed she didn't enjoy it very much. I loved the tightness and the bumpiness though.

"Harder Daddy, harder. Bump into me hard," she whispered in my ear.

"But that will hurt you, Darling," I said.

"I'm afraid I have got used to the pain. I might even be addicted to it," she admitted. I saw that she felt ashamed of that.

I cried for my little lover. Should I give her what she needed and hurt her or should I refuse? I didn't want to give in because I would hate myself if I hurt the person I loved most in the entire world and beyond. But I couldn't refuse her anything and so I pumped her harder, bumping into her cervix a couple of times.

"Harder Daddy, please harder," she said with tears in her eyes. They were tears from the pain but she wouldn't go on without it. I pumped her harder and harder and I could see it really hurt her but she kept saying "Harder, Daddy."

I was torn between wanting to please her and being afraid of doing some real damage to her. She couldn't seem to reach an orgasm unless I fucked her even harder than I was doing.

Then she did something that really frightened me. She pulled my face into her chest and said "Bite me Daddy. Bite my sore nipples; that might get me off."

I looked at her with horror but we were already over the line and so I lowered my mouth and sucked her abused nipples into my mouth. She sighed as I did that and it was like she embraced the pain herself.

While I fucked her real hard now hurting her inside her pussy, banging against her sore cervix, I suddenly bit her tiny nipple hard. Not the wounded nipple, that would be too dangerous, but the other one. She cried out but her body started to buck. It awakened her orgasm.

"Bite it again Daddy, but harder," she said again.

With all the power I had I fucked her hard and deep and bit her nipple as hard as I dared to, afraid as I did that I would injure it as much as the wounded nipple and might even bite it off. She cried out and bucked up as a huge orgasm raced through her body.

I bit her again and again as her orgasm increased and increased. Then she fell back on the bed and passed out. I withdrew my cock and looked at her abused pussy. Some blood was dripping out of it. Then I looked at her swollen nipple. I had drawn some blood there too and it looked almost as bad as the one that had been stitched up. I examined it closely and satisfied myself that it wasn't really that bad though.

Then I saw that we had an audience. Two pairs of frightened eyes were staring at me from the cracked open bedroom door. I wondered how much of this scene Vicky and Alice had seen. A lot I guess. For the first time the girls seemed to be afraid of me. Ingrid noticed the girls then too. She called them into the room in a drowsy voice.

"Don't be afraid, my sisters. Daddy only fucked me hard and bit me because I asked him to. It seems that I need some pain now to have an orgasm. Daddy didn't want to hurt me until I begged him to do it to me. He won't hurt you though, okay?" That seemed to satisfy the girls.

Carefully I pulled some covers over Ingrid and let her go to sleep. I was exhausted too and I also went to bed. I cried myself to sleep. Where was this going? Would Ingrid ever be able to have normal sex again or would she be a masochist forever?

Later that night Alice and Vicky woke me up, naked in bed with me. The girls had talked it over and they wanted me to hurt them a little while I fucked them. They wanted to know what it was like. I was reluctant at first but they talked me into it.

So I started out by spanking both of my naughty girls on their bare bottoms. Then I did other things to them and I brought both girls to screaming orgasms. But I really had some qualms about being so mean to my little girls. I wasn't a sadist who enjoyed such things. Or was I?

To be continued

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