Perverts 'R' Us

Children's Care Camp

By Willowall ( M+/g+, rape, pedo )

The photo on the password-protected website for the "Children's Care Camp" (CCC) showed a recent afternoon at the camp's swimming pool. In the photo, Brad is sitting in the pool, surrounded by ten girls ranging from ages 4 to 11. Everyone is smiling and, of course, the girls look like they're giggling, but the person with the biggest smile of all is Brad.

The handsome, muscular, 41-year-old man is shirtless, sitting on the steps inside the pool. He has 4-year-old Tiffany sitting on his lap. He, Tiffany, and everyone else have the sun beating down on their water soaked bodies. Brad is beaming, with a bright sparkle in his eyes, which to the average person would appear to be a reflection from the sun. But to Brad's closest friends, including the horny 65-year-old man (his father) who took the photo, that sparkle is the fire-lust that every man possesses, and which will burn for every girl posing there at the pool.

By the time the photo was taken, Brad, his father, and their associates, had systematically abused all of the girls at the pool over the period of just 6 months. They founded the camp specifically for this purpose. I guess you could say the camp was actually a kind of orphanage, and Brad and his father, Bill, were the Foster Family. The girls had little hope of ever being adopted, because they were too old or they were disabled. For instance, even though little Tiffany was a good age for adoption, she had a rare kidney disease, which made her highly undesirable for any family.

Once a girl moved into the camp, she was never expected to leave for any purpose, though of course she didn't know that when she got there. The camp was hidden away deep in the hills, far from neighbors or town, and was surrounded by electric fences that would be impossible for anyone to cross.

Best of all for the predators who put the camp together, the only time it was ever visited by a representative from the government's Child Protection Services department was when a man named Dale came by. And guess what -- Dale was on the board of directors for the camp. Thanks to Dale, once an orphaned girl moved into the camp, her government file was permanently destroyed. As far as authorities were concerned, the girls who lived at Children's Care Camp did not even exist.

When Samuel A. saw the photo of Brad surrounded by ten hot little girlies, his dick started to rise. After he typed in the password he got from his attorney, Kevin, (a member of the camp's board of directors) the words on the sign behind Brad in the photo lit up and began to blink. It used to say "No Guard on Duty" but once it started to blink the words were changed. It now said:

"Guards on Duty. No Cunt is Safe."

"My kinda place!" Samuel thought, as he clicked into the site, his cock drooling in anticipation.

Once Samuel clicked through the site and learned the nasty details, he typed in his checking account number for membership to the Board of Directors. A BOD membership was the highest membership you could get. Not only did members get full access to the camp 24 hours a day, and full access to the girls (within rules set by the club), they also got the option of having a private suite at the camp. This was perfect for Samuel, who due to his recent troubles with the law (his wife had turned him in for raping their 6-year-old daughter), he had to move quickly.

Once the money (a few hundred thousand pounds) had been wired to the camp's account in the Cayman Islands, Samuel was issued another password. Within five minutes, his cell phone rang.

"Samuel, congratulations! This is Brad. What is your password?"

He gave him the password.

"You're now a member of the Board!" said the voice on the other line.

"I'm glad to join, Brad! What do I do next?" he asked eagerly.

Brad gave Samuel the address and the code for the front gate.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to drive up there tonight. I'm in a bit of a... well, I'm in a hurry," said Samuel.

"I fully understand your predicament. Your buddy Kevin has filled me in. Don't worry about it -- we have two members here already who are wanted by authorities in two countries."

"Sounds like I'm going to be in good company!" said Samuel.

"Buddy, you have no idea!"

Samuel arrived at CCC at 6:00pm, hornier than he had ever been in his life. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the pool that was featured in the picture on the website. He parked in front of the house, and was greeted by Bill, Brad's father, and the mastermind behind the operation. He was shocked when he saw Bill, because it turned out that he was once a very prominent person in business, the CEO of a major international automotive firm, and someone that Samuel - a successful banker -- used to read about all the time, until Bill's retirement.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir," said Samuel. "I always wondered what happened to you after you retired."

Bill chuckled. "Now you know!" he said, as he ushered him inside to the camp's lobby. "All those years, my ambition and my business drive was fueled by this -- my dream of someday having enough money to open a camp for girls." He winked.

Showing him around the room, Bill explained to Samuel that the room they were in was intended for the public. "Just in case we ever get visited by 'outsiders', we have this building to present a legal front. There is nothing incriminating here whatsoever."

They walked through a long corridor, and then passed through a secret door that led to a staircase. They walked up the stairs, into another room, which was manned by two beefy security guards with guns. Samuel was not only frisked, but was informed he had to undergo a strip search.

After the guards cleared him for entry, Bill took him up one more flight of stairs, and then they entered a cramped room which housed a helicopter. Bill flipped a switch, causing the roof to slide away. "Get in," he said. The guards joined them.

On the helicopter ride, Bill explained that the "real" camp was several miles away, and not accessible by any roads. Sam's car would be hidden in the woods, in a secret underground garage. He pointed down at some hills. "See anything?" he asked.

"No, I don't see a thing," said Samuel.

"Good. You're not supposed to."

As Bill lowered the helicopter, it appeared like they were landing among a grove of trees. Eventually, things came more clearly into view. They were landing on the roof of a building that was completely camouflaged by brown and green paint and shrubbery.

The helicopter landed, and Bill flipped the power off.

"Here we are, Sam. No one in the world knows we're here, and there's no way they're going to find us. And believe me, sir -- I intend to keep it that way. If you ever reveal the location or what goes on here, you will be killed." Samuel looked back at the guards, who were glowering at him, still holding up their rifles.

Sam shook at Bill's words because he knew they were true by the intimidating force with which he spoke. At the same time, his dick hardened.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Bill," he said. Bill smiled.

"You're a good man, Sam," he said, hitting his thigh. "Now you ready to rip some cunt?"

"Bill, I am ready to TEAR into that pussy!" said Sam, causing Bill and the guards to roar with laughter as they stepped out of the helicopter.

As Bill typed his pass code into the rooftop door, leading into the house, he explained to Samuel that whatever notion he had of this being a summer camp for girls would soon be dismissed.

"That's our front, Sam," he said. "Don't you think for one second that these girls believe they are at a summer camp. After being here for just a few hours, they soon figure out what this really is. It's more like a prison than a camp. Or you could call it a torture camp. And we're their guards. We're their tormentors."

Bill and Samuel were met by Brad, who gave Samuel a big bear hug. "Glad you made it, man! Kevin has said a lot of good things about you. Said you really bashed that daughter of yours!"

Samuel smiled from ear to ear. "Did my best. She put up a fight, but once I got my cock up her ass, the bitch was helpless!"

Brad high-fived him. "Oh man, you're gonna love it here. Father, let's show him the security room before we take him to his room."

The guards let the three men into the security room, which was full of equipment that oversaw and controlled the entire operations. It cost millions of dollars, and because it was so sophisticated, it put all the men at ease. Best of all, there were cameras and sound equipment in every room, so that every girl could be spied on at all times.

While Samuel looked at the rows of TV monitors, he pitched a big tent in front of his pants, and started tugging on himself, which the other men couldn't help but notice.

"Careful, buddy. Don't loose your load yet!" said Brad, patting Samuel on the back. Brad then pointed out some of the best features. One row of monitors was focused specifically on each girl's bedroom. Well, to call them "bedrooms" is a misnomer. They were more like jail cells.

Each "jail cell" monitor had a label with the girl's name and age on it. In Mandy's cell, you could see a six-year-old on the floor in a fetal position, sucking her thumb, with her face all puffy and red with tears. In Katy's cell, you could see a seven-year-old banging on the door, begging to be let out. In some of the cells, the girls were sleeping. In one of them, an 11-year-old was masturbating herself with a Barbie doll. And in two cells, the girls were getting fucked.

Amanda, age 8, was getting it doggy-style by a man in his 30s. "That's my buddy, Steve," said Brad. "He's actually wanted in Thailand and Russia for child trafficking, child prostitution, and all sorts of other crimes. A GREAT guy."

"And that is your pal Kevin!" he said, pointing to the last monitor in the row. Kevin had his cock deep inside a little blonde girl's mouth. But unlike the other monitors, the label beneath this one was covered up.

"Doesn't she look familiar, Sam?" asked Bill.

Bill took a closer look. A stunned look crossed his face.

"No..... It couldn't be."

Brad peeled the tape off the label, and revealed the girl's name. "Samantha, age 6". It was Samuel's daughter!

"Kevin brought her in for us," said Brad. "He made it look like she and her mom were lost in a car accident."

Samuel couldn't take his eyes off the monitor. Without thinking, he pulled his cock out of his zipper and started frantically beating off. In seconds, he was spurting his load all over the monitor, coating it with his cum.

All the guys in the room laughed when he saw him shoot his load. Brad patted him on the shoulder. "I guess he likes it here!!" he shouted, beaming with pride.

Samuel, now embarrassed, quickly stuffed his cock in his pants, and began cleaning the cum off the monitor with his shirt sleeve.

"Don't worry about it, Sam," said Bill. "These monitors are always getting covered with goo, aren't they men?" he said, looking at the two security guards. One of the guys smiled and nodded, then picked up a trash can and showed it to Sam. It was filled to the top with used, cum-filled tissues.

"You go ahead and shoot your load anywhere you want, anytime you want. That's why we're here," he said. Sam smiled. Heaven at last.

Once Samuel was in his new suite inside the compound, Kevin and Brad stopped by to visit. Samuel thanked Kevin for snatching Samantha and bringing her there.

"I don't blame you for raping her, Sam. Your daughter has one hot pussy! It just GRIPS your cock," said the attorney, a man in his 50s who's about 6 foot 2, 190 pounds, and sporting a 9-inch dick.

"I can't wait to fuck her again," said Samuel.

"Buddy, you'll like this. When I was banging her, she's screaming and shit, and she goes, 'I want my daddy! I want my daddy!'"

"Oh no kidding? Well, if she wants me, she's gonna get me," he said, laughing, cupping his bulge.

Brad then handed him a box. "This is for you, Sam. We all use this. You're gonna love it." Samuel opened the box. It contained a set of pre-loaded hypodermic needles.

"What the fuck do I do with these?" he asked.

"Well, it may sound scary," said Brad, "but you shoot the needle into the base of your dick. It doesn't hurt. And the results are incredible. Your cock gets hard in about 10 minutes, and it stays hard for at least 10 hours straight. Porn stars use it a lot."

Samuel's jaw dropped. "Fucking incredible."

Kevin said, "Yeah, I used it yesterday for the first time, and it gave me the best sex of my life."

"Yeah," said Brad, "it turns your cock into a super-weapon."

"I haven't used it yet today because I was waiting for you," said Kevin. "Me too," said Brad.

"Then let's shoot up!" said Samuel, laughing.

Brad demonstrated how to use the needle, and in a few minutes, all three men had injected the substance into the base of their dicks. In 10 minutes, all three had DICKS OF IRON. Hard and horny, the three rapists cockily walked down the hall, straight toward little Samantha's room.

Samantha was lying on her bed, sobbing, and rubbing her stomach in the small, windowless room. She had a glazed look in her eye as she stared at the wall and worried about her mommy and daddy. They must be worried about her, she thought, not realizing that her mother was currently being raped and beaten by a gang of black drug dealers 300 miles away. Chances are that she wasn't thinking about her daughter while she had a 40 ounce beer bottle shoved up her cunt.

The door opened and Samuel walked in. Samantha saw him and jumped out of bed. She ran up to him and hugged his legs. "Daddy! Oh daddy, I knew you'd come! Hurry let's get out of here before they come back!" she said. Samuel kneeled down and hugged her.

"Oh, my poor baby, what happened?" He said. "What did they do to my precious little girl?"

He kissed her softly on the forehead, as tears poured down the little girl's face. She was relieved.

"Did they fuck you, Samantha?"

"Fuck?" she asked. "I don't know, daddy. They hurt me real bad!"

"Did they fuck you in the cunt, baby? Right here?" he said, putting his big hand over her little mound.

She tried to brush his hand away. "Daddy, please let's go before they come back!" she cried. Then she looked into his eyes. He had the same hateful, hungry look in his eyes that he had when he raped her two days ago. She got worried. "Let's go!" she yelled.

"You're not going anywhere, baby," said Samuel, now shoving his index finger into her cunt.

"No, daddy, no!" screamed the little girl, running across the room, as far from him as she could. Samuel stood up and opened the door so Kevin and Brad could join them. He grabbed his crotch and laughed. "Stupid bitch!" he whispered.

Samantha screamed.

Before she knew what was happening, the three adult men were laying on top of her, fully naked. They had their hands all over her, pawing her tits and pulling on her pussy and pinching her ass. Their big cocks were throbbing and leaking precum.

"I had her pussy just a little while ago," said Kevin, "so I'll take her ass this time."

"Good," said Brad, "because I've had my eye on that sweet little mouth. You ready to get throat-fucked, bitch?"

"I guess that leaves her baby cunt for the old man," said Samuel, stroking himself while he spoke.

Kevin jumped up on the bed, lying on his back, hairy legs spread. He grabbed the little blonde and pulled him on top of him with her stomach facing upwards. Her dad got on top, and grabbed the kicking, screaming girl by the legs. He pulled her into position so her pink butt hole was right at the tip of Kevin's cock. Because she was kicking so much, Brad helped control her. He grabbed her legs and held them down while Samuel pulled her butt cheeks apart and held them open so Kevin could penetrate her.

Brad and Samuel stared as Kevin worked his big fat cock into the Samantha's little butt hole. When he got the first three inches in, Brad and Samuel high-fived. "That's team work" said Brad, still holding the girl's legs down.

"Now, it's your turn," he said.

Brad wanted to make sure that his buddy got a really deep penetration into Samantha's cunt, so he pinned her legs up by her torso, with her ankles behind her head. This opened her up a bit and made it easier for Samuel to get inside.

Although Kevin had stretched her pussy open earlier, it had already snapped back into its original shape and was now glove-tight. He couldn't believe how tight it was. He had to penetrate her very slowly, not out of consideration for her pain, but because he didn't want to cum yet. He knew if he slammed into her as hard as he wanted, he'd be shooting his load in no time.

Noticing Samuel's hesitancy to pound hard, Brad told him not to worry. "Buddy, one of the beauties of the stuff we injected in our dicks is it prevents premature ejaculation. I promise, you'll be able to fuck twice as long and twice as hard as you normally would."

That was all Samuel had to hear. He let himself go, and started fucking his daughter WITHOUT MERCY.

It was amazing to see these two studs bang their big cocks into the little bitch. Even though she was only six years old, the men fucked her like she was an experienced 30-year-old hooker!

It was only the third time in her life she had been fucked, and look at her -- already taking two cocks at once! Kevin and Samuel went wild on her holes. They humped and bucked their cocks into her so hard, the bed was leaving dents in the wall, and the bed springs were screeching so loud, it sounded like an elephant was jumping on a trampoline.

When Brad got at the foot of the bed to see Samantha's hole get abused, he saw two sets of hairy blood-soaked man sacs pressed up against each other, and no sign of cock -- they were buried SO deep inside her.

Just as Brad was about to ram his cock into the little girl's mouth, the girl started to convulse. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and her tongue slid out of her mouth, while she shook and twitched.

"She's having a seizure!" Brad shouted.

Samuel pulled his cock out of her cunt. "Shit, she's done this before," he said, standing up. "I guess she hasn't had her medication lately."

While Brad and Samuel watched the little girl convulse, she was still impaled on Kevin's cock.

"You don't think she'll die, do you?" said Kevin.

"No, she won't die," said Samuel, but she might bite her tongue off. He pulled a sock off, balled it up and stuck it in her mouth.

"Oh well," said Kevin, who resumed fucking her ass.

Brad and Samuel stood there beating off while they watched Samantha finish her seizure. "Good thing I didn't stick my cock in there!" said Brad, laughing.

"Guys, this feels GREAT" shouted Kevin. The seizure was having a nice effect on his cock.

"When she seizures up, her ass doesn't just grab my dick, it fucking milks it! Ughhhhhhhhh." The feeling was so great, it made Kevin dump his load. He seeded her DEEP up her butt.

When the seizure subsided, Samantha passed out. Conveniently, she left her mouth wide open. Within minutes, Brad and Samuel were shooting their loads too... straight into the unconscious girl's mouth.

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So, my perverted friend, if you've read this far, your cock must be raging. Tell me what should happen next, and it just might make it into the next installment of "Children's Care Camp." Write to Willowall at monsterwadd@yahoo.com for ideas, suggestions, questions, etc.. Make it nasty!