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I was having a quiet morning catching up with company reports when the phone rang. It was my secretary.
"There's a Dr. Shempal on the line. He works for the company in South America and says it's urgent."
I'm very proud of the healthcare I provide for my employees, and every large office and factory has a full-time doctor and nurse. However it was distinctly unusual for one of them to contact me in person, especially one I'd never heard of before. Intrigued, I decided to take the call.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Shempal. I'm the full-time doctor at your factory in X," he said, naming a poor industrial city in South America. "I'm aware of your proclivities and I must say they appall me…"
That definitely got my attention. If he knew, who else knew? I wondered whether I could get away with just sacking him, or whether he was trying to blackmail me out of some hush money.
"…but I think you might be the least worst solution for a patient. I'm doing some pro-bono work at a local clinic and I think you'll want to see this but time is of the essence."
It's amazing what you can achieve when you're the head of a multi-national company. After a flight down to the capital city then a short internal flight to the industrial city I was there by dusk the same day.
I had arranged for the local office to book me a hotel room and deliver a copy of Dr. Shempal's personnel file. I went to the hotel for a shower and change of clothes then I looked at Dr. Shempal's file.
Rajiv Shempal had been born and raised in India, the other side of the planet. We had recruited him and sponsored him through med school and internship, then he had joined the company full-time. He was a loyal, capable employee and his work record was exemplary. I wondered why he was stuck in an outpost like this.
A short taxi-ride across the city and I reached the clinic, where Dr. Shempal was waiting for me. He was a thin, wiry man with a keen intelligence and shining eyes. I knew at once he was too straight to play corporate politics. I made a note to consider him for the vacancy at my private facility. If he knew of my proclivities already, it wouldn't be an insurmountable shock for him.
Dr. Shempal led me to a store room. Inside was a makeshift bed, occupied by a very pretty girl about eleven years old. She had the typical honey-coloured skin of the natives and a shock of black, curly hair. She was soundly asleep.
Dr. Shempal had a key to the store room, and once inside he locked the door so we couldn't be disturbed.
"This is Maria Luisa Gonzalez, aged eleven. When I knew you were coming I arranged for her to be moved here for some privacy. I've sedated her so she won't wake until morning."
Dr. Shempal pulled down the coverlet then lifted the girl's hospital gown up above the waist. She looked perfectly normal to me, cute little puffy-lipped pubescent pussy topped by a light tuft of wiry pubic hair.
"I know you like to test the merchandise. I'll stop you if I think anything you do is likely to harm the girl."
Coming from one of my usual contacts that would have sounded perfectly ordinary, but coming from someone with the integrity of Dr. Shempal it was a shock; he was actually inviting me to undertake a sexual examination of a pubescent girl patient.
I leaned over the girl and parted her knees, opening her up to my examination. I parted her pussy lips and lowered my head for a better look. I licked a finger to lubricate it and positioned it at the entrance to her vagina. I looked at Dr. Shempal but he made no move to stop me so I slid it inside. No hymen, but everything else seemed normal. I rubbed the finger in and out a few times and the girl sighed and got slightly moist.
Moving up, I traced a fingertip round her peehole and she sighed again. Further up I encountered her clit, now hard and poking out rather obviously from its hood. A bit larger than normal but not exceptionally so. I gently teased the clit with a fingertip, tracing round it then gently stroking its length. The girl sighed again and got wetter.
I looked at Dr. Shempal. His eyes were gleaming brightly and he was nodding his head; obviously I was on the right track.
I lowered my head to the girl's pussy, half expecting Dr. Shempal to stop me. When no objection came, I inserted my tongue and started licking. Typical little girl, slightly salty and tangy, not bad at all. She also tasted very clean so I guessed she'd been bathed before I arrived.
The girl was breathing rapidly now, getting very aroused as I lapped up her juices. I sought out her clit with my tongue and teased it mercilessly. As I felt her muscles tense with impending orgasm, I sucked the clit into my mouth and nipped it gently with my teeth. The girl's pussy spasmed around me as her orgasm broke, but what surprised me was the squirt of fluid into my mouth. Instinctively I pulled my mouth away, only to see second and third spurts of watery fluid erupt from a tiny hole in her clit. I recognised what the fluid was from the taste, it was seminal fluid.
I thought quickly. Seminal fluid means testicles. She didn't have any outside her body, so they must be inside.
"She's got undescended testicles?" I asked.
"She's even got a prostate gland, but it's in a very strange position, nestling between the vagina and rectum. It can be stimulated by both vaginal and anal penetration"
Dr. Shempal handed me a box of latex gloves and some lube. He gently rolled the girl onto her stomach, then tugged her down the bed until her hips were resting on the end with her legs hanging over, simultaneously exposing both her anus and vulva. He was actually inviting me to doubly violate his patient!
I donned the gloves and lubed up. I pressed the index finger of one hand against the girl's sphincter and it yielded, allowing me to insert the finger deep inside her rectum. Then I inserted the index finger of the other hand deep into the girl's vagina. I pressed the two fingers towards each other and felt a hard mass between them.
I gently massaged the mass through the thin membranes, noticing the girl's clit becoming engorged again, and the girl sighing and breathing rapidly. As I continued the massage I felt the girl's muscles tense again, then suddenly she clenched tightly around me as a second orgasm broke, her clit spurting out more globs of watery fluid as her vagina and rectum spasmed around my invading fingers.
After the girl's orgasm finished, I pulled out my fingers.
"How much do the parents want for her?"
"I'd better explain the dilemma. The parents are poor but proud and they are desperate for a son to take over their family business. She is an only child; they wouldn't sell her at any price. Instead they want me to remove all her female organs, leaving her an incomplete male.
"If she were left untouched she would grow up to be a fertile woman, able to get pregnant and have babies. She'd have a deeper voice than usual, more body hair, probably an androgynous appearance with a square jaw, a high sex drive and she'd probably enjoy anal sex and particularly double penetration. On the downside, all the mixed up tubing and plumbing inside means she will be more susceptible to infections and complications than normal.
"If her male organs were removed, she'd be a perfectly normal woman apart from a pin-prick hole in her clitoris which almost nobody would notice."
I had to admit that I'd missed it.
"What the parents want is monstrous. They want to remove perfectly healthy ovaries, womb, and vagina. She would never be able to have children even as a man; the testes could never produce viable sperm from inside the body because of the temperature, and it's impossible to reposition them outside the body because the tubes are too short," continued the doctor.
"What does the girl want?"
"She has no rights. The parents can do what they want to her until she's fourteen. They've forbidden me to tell her the truth. I'm supposed to invent some lie like having her appendix removed. In any case, how can anyone make that sort of decision at eleven?"
It was horribly clear why the doctor was prepared to deal with the devil, why he'd been prepared to let me violate her.
"What do you think I can do about it?" I asked.
"Children are kidnapped all the time in this country and rarely found. I thought you might have contacts who could arrange it. I believe I can stall the parents for another day. I couldn't explicitly condone it of course, but if a couple were to turn up at the hospital entrance tomorrow night with papers identifying themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez, security would let them take the girl away with no problems. I would sedate the girl again in preparation."
The good doctor was inviting me to kidnap the girl and take her to my private facility! I thought it through. I didn't have any contacts in this city but I knew someone who did. The price could even be quite cheap compared to some of my quasi-legal acquisitions!
"Okay, I'll make it happen. But we never had this conversation and nothing can be traced back to me, do you understand?"
"I will live in eternal guilt at what I'm doing, but I think it's the least worst option for the girl. I know she'll be well treated and get a decent education."
"When she gets to sixteen I'll explain everything to her and let her make her own choice about surgery. Can I do anything about the physical effects? Would putting her on the pill help?"
"At her age it would probably cause more harm than good. However there is a drug which blocks the creation of testosterone, given to men with prostate cancer to shrink the tumour."
The doctor wrote the name of the drug on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"I suggest putting her on a third the normal adult dose, then increasing to half as she nears sixteen," added the doctor.
"Will do."
"Thank you."
We shook hands, then I helped the doctor put the girl back in her bed, sleeping peacefully as though nothing had happened.
When I got back to my hotel I telephoned Marcel. As expected he had contacts in the city and arrangements were made to kidnap the girl from the clinic and smuggle her overland to a neighbouring country where the authorities wouldn't be looking for her. From there she would be flown discreetly to a minor airfield in the US, a well-known drugs route, but they wouldn't be looking for people. From there I would collect her up and take her to my private facility.
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