Perverts 'R' Us

Little White Slave Girls - Part 14

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

After a long flight we arrived back at our Caribbean home. Our girls came running to greet us. There was much chattering when they saw we had two new girls with us. Little Masha was recovered from her injury, but Oksana was still in a wheelchair. The girls quickly realized that the new girls did not speak any English.

I was surprised though when Vicky started talking to them in Romanian. It turned out that Vicky's mother had been Romanian and she had learned that language as well as English, until her mother died when Vicky was four years old. After that she went to an orphanage and later still the Mafia got hold of her. I had no idea that Vicky was able to speak the language. It would certainly help the new girls to be able to have her translate for them.

Masha and Oksana immediately began to chatter with Vicky, eager to find out what was going on. The rest of us gave them some space while they got their many questions answered. Later on Ingrid became very close to Oksana. Both girls had suffered similar injuries and they were able to relate to each other quite well. It wasn't long before the new girls were learning some English.

About a week later Oksana was able to get around without using the wheelchair anymore. She walked rather stiffly because of the soreness between her legs. She also had to be careful not to put any stress on her ribs as one of them had been broken and was gradually healing. Her nasty bruises were gradually fading. I looked forward to seeing the 6-year-old blonde as gorgeous as she had been before being so badly beaten.

Masha at the age of 5 was the youngest of our girls except for little Brianna. Her virginity had been ripped away by a nasty metal spout but her pussy was healing and she was doing quite well. After a few days we decided to take the girls down to our beach and as usual we were naked. Masha and Oksana didn't want to go naked because they were really afraid of men and therefore of me.

Masha wasn't badly injured but she had a traumatic experience and didn't want any man near her or seeing her naked. However with some help from Vicky, Greta was able to convince Masha that it was safe for her to go naked around me. Soon I saw a shy naked Masha moving about with the other girls. She was beautiful. No female shapes yet as she was only 5, but for me her little body was pure beauty.

Oksana had been beaten and seriously injured and she still had the psychological effects from that. She definitely didn't want to go naked around me or any others even though her bruises were fading. It took a few more days before Oksana was ready to go naked among us and I saw her very bruised and injured young body which was beginning to heal.

I remembered how bad she looked when we first visited her in the hospital. Her chest had been beaten so badly that it was as if she had small breasts already but it was just the swelling there. They were black and blue too as was her whole her body. Her injured vagina was stitched up and was also bruised badly. I tried not to look at her too much but I managed to see enough of her to decide she should be handled very gently when or if she was ready for some 'treatment' from me.

I was very surprised it took Masha only another day to come to me. She saw me having fun with all the girls and how I treated them, with enough love and care that she decided she could trust me. She wanted to ask me something. She had talked with Vicky and practiced the English words that she needed to use to converse with me.

She told me it was very traumatizing to be deflowered so roughly. Well not in those words as she was 5 but in her carefully rehearsed, halting words. But what surprised me was that she told me she loved the oiling of her body and the massaging hands running over her body and even her forbidden places. She asked me if I could do that for her without the hurt of having her pussy harshly penetrated. She thought she would be able to enjoy the rest of it more.

I agreed of course and made the arrangements. She even wanted to be tied spread out on a table. That was a little strange I thought but I learned from the other girls that it helped to overcome such trauma to be in it again without the risk associated with it.

That evening I took Masha to our 'play room'. The table was already prepared and I lifted her up on it. She was already naked and I spread her arms over her head and tied her down. She trembled in anticipation. Then I spread her legs and tied them spread real wide.

It was the first time I had seen her spread legs close up. I saw her naked all the time but never spread open like this. She was different than the other girls. She hadn't been treated so roughly as the others besides the ritual deflowering but she hadn't been damaged much by that. Because of that her pussy was real smooth and youthful. Well she was only 5 of course.

I took some massaging oil and started to oil her chest. Immediately her skin started to shine. I rubbed her entire chest and took special care of her nipples. That caused her some sighing. She even closed her eyes as she obviously loved it.

I rubbed her nips and chest real good and then went down to her tummy. It rose and fell rapidly when I rubbed her there. I rubbed with large circles up to her pubic mound. She sighed harder when I neared her privates.

I passed over her pussy and oiled her legs down to her feet. I rubbed her toes and in between them and she panted a little. She loved having her feet massaged.

After that I went higher and higher up her thighs nearing her pussy each time. In the end her entire body shined with the oil. That left just her pussy to be taken care of. I didn't exactly know how far she wanted to go with that so I rubbed over her pubic mound with my oiled hands and looked very carefully at her face to see if she wanted this or not.

Masha looked very relaxed and didn't object so I went a little further. I lowered my fingers and oiled her little slit. She sighed and panted but again there was no objection. I gave her a little more pressure and my fingers slipped between her tight slit rubbing just inside the opening there.

I thought that was enough for now and I intended to withdraw my fingers but she whispered "Don't stop now, please go on." I was surprised because these were the first spontaneous English words I heard her say, not the carefully practiced words she had learned. So I did what she wanted. I rubbed between her juvenile labia more and even found her little clitoris. As it was hiding in its fold it appeared to be real sensitive and when I rubbed it she bucked and moaned.

After a lot of oiling of her pleasure knob she bucked and moaned real hard. Masha had a little girl's orgasm. I rubbed only between her slit for awhile to let her orgasm subside and then she whispered again. "Can you please enter me very careful with one finger please?" More English words? Vicky was a great teacher I thought.

I was surprised again about how far she was going with this but I didn't complain. Slowly I rubbed between her pussy lips with a very slippery finger and found her tiny vaginal opening. I rubbed the entrance for awhile and felt some wetness forming there.

Changing the angle of my finger I entered her just a little bit. She moaned and I stopped and looked at her face. It appeared to be a moan of pleasure and not of fear or pain. Slowly I let my finger enter her very tight vagina. It was hard even inserting a finger into this tight little opening. Of course she was probably still a little swollen inside there.

I could only imagine what she had gone through, being penetrated by a metal deflowering device. I was glad her pussy hadn't been ripped open by an adult cock the way Oksana's had been. This little girl would also have been badly damaged for sure, perhaps even fatally.

Slowly but surely my finger entered her deeper and deeper making her pant hard again. I slipped it in all the way feeling her tight inner folds embrace my finger. Only when my finger was buried completely in her tight orifice I could just feel the entrance to her womb at the tip of my middle finger. She was only a finger deep, but then I do have long fingers.

I moved in and out with my finger feeling her become wetter and wetter. She breathed real rapidly now and when I pumped a little harder pushing in as deep as possible she bucked up again and her body contracted. This time Masha had a real orgasm. I withdrew my finger watching her buck and writhe as her orgasm washed over her small body.

When she came down from it I untied her and hugged her close, loving it that I had made her cum so hard. She had experienced some of the pleasure of being a woman.

'I love you, tata." I heard her whisper.

"I love you too darling," I said, realizing Vicky had taught her just the right words for this session. Tata is Romanian for daddy I learned, and of course mama means mommy.

It did not take Masha long to tell her friend Oksana all about the delightful massaging I had given her little body, and how I had made her have a real orgasm. I found the little blonde girl giving me speculative glances every now and then. I figured it was only a matter of time before she would approach me too.

One interesting thing I had noticed about Oksana now that she was running around naked with the other girls. It seems her clitoris had been so badly bruised that it remained swollen up and poking out from its prepuce. Ingrid had her prepuce cut off so that her clitoris was always exposed. Oksana still had her prepuce but it was like it was so tight that her swollen clitoris could never withdraw within its protective folds now. I would have to examine that some more.

Greta had not begun to show yet but we decided to let the girls know that she was pregnant. They were all thrilled at the idea that they would soon have a baby brother or sister. No one was more thrilled than my wife though. Greta had given up on the idea of ever having a baby of her own and now at a time when many would have thought it was too late for her, she was to be a mother.

A few weeks after our return from Romania we got another surprise. As you will recall, we had selected a dozen girls ages 6 to 10 from the orphanage there. The Mafia boss Vlad had complete control over that orphanage and he could do whatever he wanted to with the girls there. He was already selling many of them as sex slaves to customers in Europe, Africa and the Middle East.

We had convinced Vlad that these were just the first of many orphan girls that we intended to purchase from him, getting fake adoption papers for them. We showed him a generous cashier's check that we would be using to pay for the girls when he delivered them to us. He understood that we would actually be reselling the girls to wealthy perverts in the Americas as sex slaves. He had given little Masha and Oksana as gifts to us with that understanding.

Actually we only intended to use these girls to entrap him, using them as evidence of his sex trafficking to get him and his cohorts arrested and to close down such Mafia operations. However it turned out that Vlad was so convinced we were important buyers that he had arranged for all the necessary documents and had plane tickets with him to send the girls to our island nation in the Caribbean.

Greta and I assumed that the Interpol agents would just return the girls to the orphanage there when they arrested Vlad and his gang. What we did not anticipate was that the girls would not want to go back to that decrepit place. Instead they begged to be allowed to continue on their way to the Americas. When the Interpol inspector saw that they had most of the necessary documents and plane tickets he just decided to let the girls go. Once their visas came through they could leave Romania.

So it was that we got a surprise call one morning from a frustrated airline official at the airport. It seems he had a dozen young girls there, none of whom spoke any English. They had just arrived on an international flight from Europe and according to their papers, they were all in the process of being adopted by Greta and me. He said he was arranging for a limousine to transport the girls to our home and he was simply calling to be sure we were expecting them and would be home.

I was certainly surprised to hear this. Acting impulsively I told the airline guy to send them along and I thanked him for the limousine ride he was giving the girls. He seemed much relieved that I was taking the girls off of his hands. Then I broke the news to Greta. At first she thought I was a little nuts to be accepting the girls. But I told her I did not have the heart to send the poor girls back to that seedy orphanage in Romania. Soon Greta came around and she agreed.

We broke the news to our girls and they were all excited. Next I called a nearby furniture store and ordered several bunk beds and dressers to be sent out to us immediately. Our girls would have to share their bedrooms with the newcomers. Fortunately all our bedrooms were quite large and so it would not be too crowded to have three girls sharing each of the six girls' bedrooms in our home.

Soon the 12 Romanian girls arrived. They remembered having seen us briefly at the orphanage when we had selected them. Of course they all knew Oksana and Masha and were happy to see them again. It was quite a scene of commotion at first as the girls looked around with wonder at the magnificent mansion that was to be their new home, and at the beautiful tropical setting.

Vicky took charge of the girls and got them to quiet down. I don't know what we would have done without Vicky to translate for us. She told them that we were going to prepare a nice lunch and after they ate, the girls could take naps to recover from their long airplane ride. About that time the delivery truck arrived with the bunk beds and dressers I had ordered.

Greta and the girls fixed lunch while I helped the delivery guy and his assistant get the furniture set up in the bedrooms. Then I joined my harem of girls for lunch. After lunch Vicky took charge again. She helped the girls pick out which of the bunk beds were to be theirs and showed them the bathrooms where they could shower and get all cleaned up. All of our girls provided the new girls with clean clothes they could wear until we got them clothes of their own.

Eventually the new girls all showered and went to bed to take their naps. Greta stayed at home while I went shopping for groceries. It was going to take a lot of food to feed our tribe of girls now. It was fortunate that I was so wealthy that I could afford all of this. I did not allow myself to even think about having sex with so many girls. Could any man handle so much young pussy?

Within a few days the new girls adapted to the carefree nudist lifestyle in our tropical paradise. I loved seeing so many naked girls romping about on the beach, playing 'naughty' tag and other games with one another. Greta and I would sit and watch the girls together. I think my wife also enjoyed looking at their young bodies. She liked men but also girls.

We got an unexpected visit from two government officials one day. They had learned about the arrival of a dozen young girls from Romania and came to investigate the situation. They took us by surprise, coming down to the beach while the girls were romping about naked. Greta and I were also nude. The two black men didn't pay much attention to our nudity but they stared at all the young white pussy frolicking about on the beach.

Our small island nation had a predominately black population, being the descendents of slaves brought in to work the sugar plantations in colonial days. Consequently most of the government officials were also black. Being a small country our visitors were both top officials. The Minister of Health was a respected medical doctor. The Minister of Education had a doctorate in his field.

As I mentioned earlier things were pretty laid back in this country and the government took a tolerant view of relationships between men and children as long as no one was getting hurt. Still the officials did keep an eye on such things and I soon discovered that is why they had come to visit us. The men wanted to assure themselves that we were not holding the girls against their will and forcing them to have sex.

Quickly I got the men some cool mixed drinks and we all sat in the shade of a palm tree as we got acquainted with them. Soon the girls took note of the well dressed black men and some of them approached us. The Romanian girls especially had not seen many black men in their home country and they were curious about our visitors. Our two oldest girls were Sasha and Natasha. Both of them were 10 years old and the girls had cute little breasts growing on their chests.

These girls had quite a lot of experience fucking with men and they did not shy away from being naked with our visitors. Sasha and Natasha could see the hungry look in the eyes of the black men who were ogling their bare bodies. After I introduced the girls to the officials they were soon sitting on their laps and getting really acquainted with them. Vicky was with us too, to translate for the girls.

Soon the men were running their hands over the girls' bare bodies, fondling their budding breasts and running their hands up between their legs as the girls giggled, enjoying the attention. It was not long before the men were also stripped down naked as they played with the willing girls. I suggested that we might be more comfortable in the house. I escorted them into the house to our large recreation room where we had three couches. Greta remained behind to watch the other girls but Vicky came with me.

Soon we had three eager couples all fucking their brains out. Vicky and I had a lot of fun with each other and I saw that the other two men also enjoyed themselves with Sasha and Natasha. We men brought our girls to screaming orgasms. All of us had a really good time. After we were done fucking the girls we all sat around drinking a few beers and sharing them with our girls.

We discussed the welfare of the girls. The Minister of Health volunteered to be the personal physician to all the girls including my pregnant wife Greta. He would give the girls free physical examinations and see Greta through her pregnancy. The Minister of Education would arrange for a talented young teacher to come set up a little school at our home and be a full time teacher to our girls. She would have 18 eager students, not counting little Brianna.

I could see that we had made a favorable impression on these government officials. Indeed we all became close friends. The Ministers of Health and Education visited us often and in time they became intimately acquainted with most of our more experienced Romanian girls. We did have 4 younger girls who were still virgins though and I was in no hurry to deflower them.

So it was that with the help of these two important government officials my problem of having so many eager girls to fuck was solved. We three men enjoyed some really neat fuck parties with our girls and even the younger girls were allowed to watch and learn. They also got to suck our cocks and cunts and clean us up with their little tongues after we were fucked out. What fun!

To be continued

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