The
Prime Minister tossed and turned. The world itself was in pretty rough
shape, but here in his country Belithia... The voters decided they
wanted to leave the EU. Nationalism! Belithia above all else! But they
knew nothing of economics. Their small country lived on trade --
imports and exports -- and now that would all be different -- harder,
more expensive. Much harder. The situation was impossible -- the
situation of Belithia, the situation of his party, his situation within
the party. Tomorrow, another consultant -- a visiting economist. His
aides wouldn't say much about his angle.
Grayness replacing
black was the first sign of an autumn dawn. He finally fell asleep,
clinging to the thought of a miracle. Maybe it would be a miracle. It
seemed just minutes later that the alarm went off.
The
Prime Minister waved his hands to interrupt. "Yes, yes, we get it. We
know how trade works. We sell something they want to buy. We find a
competitive advantage. Get to the point!"
Mr. Kyle Dennison
nodded and skipped ahead three slides, and what appeared was a pretty
little girl of around 6, blond and blue-eyed, smiling at the camera.
She was the sort of model Belithia's tourist agency put on its
brochures. Next was an equally photogenic boy of about 4, also smiling.
And then a girl of maybe 10.
"So are you proposing to sell our children?" said the Prime Minister. There were murmurs and smiles around the table.
The
speaker stopped and met his gaze. "No, but... Correct me if I'm wrong,
but you foresee deep trouble for Belithia, right? You need something
bold and new? A gamble? Desperate times call for desperate measures?"
He
paused, and no one contradicted him. "Look at this video with an open
mind." It showed a woman interviewing a man in suit and tie.
"What
I'd love... what I'd really love, is the chance to just spend an
afternoon with a girl, Listen to her stories, play make-believe with
her, take her to the park. A girl of about six. Hold her hand. And then
go back inside. And then I imagine us watching a video, her lying on
her stomach. And I would get to stroke her hair gently, rub my hand up
and down her back, maybe kiss her on the cheek now and then. I'd get to
take her hand in mine and admire every finger and knuckle, that perfect
skin. And if I could look at her feet -- maybe take off her socks and
shoes myself... I could smell the socks, sniff her feet, stroke them,
being careful not to tickle her. Maybe if I was really daring, I'd get
to stroke her calf -- from calf down to heel, from toes up to shin,
over and over again." The man stopped and sighed, looking off into
space.
The woman said, "That's all? None of that is illegal, you know."
"Oh,
I know, but I couldn't actually do it, right? No one is going to let me
lie down with a girl like that. They'll all think I'm a pedophile and
that I'm just grooming her, waiting until the moment I could rape her."
"You say you are a pedophile. You don't want to have sex with her in some way?"
"I
fantasize about it, sure. But I don't want to hurt a girl. I wouldn't
even like to do that stuff I was saying if she was uncomfortable, but I
can imagine some girls wouldn't mind. Some might like it. I can dream
of the smiling girl crawling into my lap to snuggle too. That would be
heaven."
Mr. Dennison stopped the video and began talking
rapidly. "All the world has a horror of the pedophile, but some of them
-- he's actually rather typical -- don't want to rape anyone. He wants
to caress, to snuggle, to be nice to his girl. You Belithians are
famous for your appealing physique. It would only take a few
children... Volunteers only, to be compensated."
The Interior Minister said, "There's a reason why the world hates pedophiles."
"You're
right, there is. Mostly it's the assumption they're all molesters. Most
of them aren't. I realize what I'm proposing is sexual access for
compensation. Prostitution. It's tolerated in some places, but no one
likes it. On the face of it, it's a simple exchange. Cash goes one way,
and sexual access goes the other -- sexual access that under other
circumstances a woman would enjoy providing. The problem is that
paternity matters enormously to men and to women. Men will provide for
children who they believe are their own, women therefore desperately
want a reliable man to feel sure he's the father. Sex with the wrong
guy can be devastating, but sex with the right guy is essential." He
waved his hands. "But that's evolutionary psychology, and not essential
to the point.
"But... but! That's all in our past. We can
transcend that limitation, and reinvent ourselves. No one gets pregnant
today unless they want to. We have foolproof paternity tests.
"Now
let's talk about boys and small girls. They certainly don't get
pregnant. The shame is just an artifact of our past. If you think about
it, the stigma really ought to be less too -- an ordinary man can get a
wife or a girlfriend, so we can look down on him if he goes to a
prostitute. The pedophile can't do that.
"We can take a bold step that no other country will take. Only volunteers, remember. We can do a thorough screening for STIs."
The Trade Minister said, "And how great is the demand?" Just like an economist...
"The
potential demand is huge. Sex tourism has been around forever. It is a
significant business, but aside from the legal dangers, it has
drawbacks. Men will find sullen, poor children who know they are being
exploited. Remember what the guy said? He didn't want to play with her
feet if the girl didn't like the idea! If we can provide happy children
who are volunteers, who are well-suited to that kind of interaction,
who are taught that it is a good thing, ones who you honor for bringing
in income... That will look and feel entirely different to the
customers. I'd suggest a potential $15 billion annual business within
ten years."
That made the Prime Minister sit up in his chair. That was on the order of a quarter of Belithia's GDP!
"And that's just for Phase One," said the speaker.
Masha
had always been an affectionate girl, and a fearless one to boot. Her
mother Sonia watched her as she watched the video. The 8-year-old
smiled when the man gave the woman a big bouquet of roses and when he
danced around the hall with her. She smiled when he went down on one
knee to sing a love song to her. Then it showed them side by side on a
sofa, the woman leaning against the man, who had his arm around her.
Then the scene switched to another man waltzing around with a girl of
about 8, and Masha looked intently. He gave her a big bouquet of
flowers too, and he got down on one knee and sang a love song. Then it
showed them standing, him kissing her on the cheek, tenderly, over and
over, and stroking her hair.
The video cut to a young woman with
a warm smile. "Would you be happy doing that? To have a man who adores
you? And likes to touch you?" As she continued to speak, it cut back to
the man sitting on a sofa, and the girl climbing up and snuggling
against his chest, smiling dreamily. "It's a way a girl can be very
important, but only if you think it would be fun. What do you think?
Would you like to do that with a man who treats you like that?" The
video stopped.
Masha looked thoughtful.
"What do you think?" asked Sonia.
"Looks fun," she said. "But why would a man want to do that with a little girl like me?"
"That's just the way some men are," said Sonia. "Want to try it and see how it goes?"
Bob
had flown all this way to Belithia, changing planes in London. Aside
from the airfare which he paid, it was just $300 to cover his room -- a
special introductory offer. Now he got to meet a girl -- a girl named
Masha, a girl he knew from the video to be slender with a cute face, a
very nice smile, big blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair.
She
looked a little uneasy when she walked in. He was nervous -- in fact if
he let himself think about it the wrong way, he was terrified. But he
needed to think about it the right way.
"Hi, Masha," he said softly. What a gorgeous creature!
"Hi," she said.
"I... I brought you some presents. A book."
"I learn English," said Masha with a thick accent.
"OK,
let me read you the book. It's in English." He patted the place beside
him on the sofa and she hopped up and sat next to him. He began to
read, showing her the pictures. She asked, "What's that?" a number of
times, and he explained as best he could.
There was a lot she didn't catch, but she was soon giving him big smiles, and then she leaned against him.
He put his arm around behind her and stroked her shoulder.
She snuggled up tighter.
He pulled away and put the book down, then turned to look at her earnestly. "Can I... Can I?"
She
looked at him blankly, so he slowly reached out with his right fingers
to touch her left cheek, and then slowly stroked up and down.
She smiled at him.
He
froze as he remembered the cameras running, capturing the interaction.
They might think he was a pedophile! But he was a pedophile, and they
knew it. And he was allowed to stroke her cheek if she didn't mind. He
next stroked her hair several times, then let his hand slide around to
gently touch her neck.
"You like my body?"
"Oh, yes, yes... I like your body a whole lot."
"You're
funny," she said with a laugh. "I can kiss like woman," she said, and
slid herself over and sat on his lap facing him. She then reached
forward and offered her lips.
He was surprised but kissed her
back, gently. His erection grew strongly, but fortunately she was
sitting far enough back that she wouldn't feel it.
"How I do?" she asked, pulling back to upright.
"Beautiful, beautiful, amazing!" said Bob, fighting back tears and smiling. "You don't mind?"
"No, it's fun! ... This?"
She took his right hand in hers and pushed it flat against her chest.
It
was startling -- his hand planted right on a forbidden spot. He rubbed
up and down very gently. A flat girl chest... Doing this back home
could land him in prison. Here they would review the video, but it was
OK. It really was OK, wasn't it? He fought back his momentary panic. He
sighed softly as he moved his hand around. He could just barely make
out with his fingers her childish nipples under the cloth.
"You
happy easy!" said Masha with a big laugh. She got up and stood in front
of him. She then began lifting her dress up slowly, the hem rising from
her knees, sliding up her thighs. Then she lifted it faster and said,
"panties" and quickly lifted the dress up over her head and tossed it
aside. There she stood in nothing but panties.
He beckoned to her urgently and she came close.
"Oh,
my God," he said, and then his hands were out, flying hungrily over
arms, shoulders, back, thighs. Masha laughed. He slid his hand behind
to gently feel the contours of her little rear end. He pulled her
closer and sniffed her chest and tummy. With a questioning look he gave
a little lick with his tongue by her belly button. She giggled.
"OK?"
"Sure,
OK!" said Masha, and he licked more. Hands behind her back, he pulled
her in towards him gently and licked her chest, especially her nipples,
over and over.
"Happy Bob easy, happy easy Bob," she said softly, stroking his hair. Over and over.
There was noise in the corridor and a soft knock. Bob leapt back, startled.
"Twenty minutes," said the voice through the door in English and Belithian and then soft footsteps retreated.
Masha looked puzzled and said, "Bad?"
He
realized he probably looked frightened. "Oh, no, no, no, just startled!
But very, very happy." He put his hands on her upper arms and looked
her up and down. Pulling her in to him he reached his head forward to
her face.
She started to kiss him, but he shook his head. When
she was holding still again, he gently kissed each cheek, each eyebrow,
her nose, chin... then he turned her head to kiss her ear, over and
over, and then nipped it gently, getting a friendly squawk out of
Masha. He turned her head and kissed the other ear and gave another
nip. Then he pulled back, beaming. A lifetime's dream come true!
"You
look panties," said Masha impishly. "You look, look, look." He realized
his glance had undoubtedly gone to her crotch over and over.
"Sorry," he said, getting a little pink.
She laughed. "See in panties?"
He gulped but nodded.
She pulled the panties down to her knees.
He
reached out and pulled them all the way down. She stepped out, and he
put the panties beside him on the bed. He would have liked to sniff,
but it didn't feel right.
He reached out with his hand. Could he really touch? Then he remembered that wasn't in the deal.
But she said, "OK" and when he hesitated, grabbed his hand and put it firmly on her slit.
It was OK if she initiated, wasn't it? He hoped so.
He
let his fingers slide ever so gently down the outer edge of one labium,
then the other, then the center of each lip, ever so gently. And then
even more slowly up and down the centerline between them.
"Wanna kiss?" she asked, making licking motions.
"Oh, no, no..." he said. He could barely absorb what he'd been able to do so far.
But as his fingers dropped he just stared at her little slit.
And then she, using both hands, spread the lips to the sides. "Girl, girl, girl, girl," she said, almost apologetically.
"Of
course you're girl. You have just what a girl should have, and it's
amazing and beautiful." He could just make out where her vaginal
opening must be.
A soft knock came on the door again. "Five minutes," said the voice.
She
reached for her panties but his hand got there first. He turned them
right way around and held them near the floor, right leg hole open. She
stepped in, and then into the other hole when he'd opened that up, and
he pulled them up all the way. When they were seated properly, he
cupped her labia in his hand and moaned.
He helped her into her dress too and went to stand by the door.
"Bye, bye. You're nice!" said Masha, reaching up on tiptoes, lips puckered.
Bob
leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. He opened the door for her and
she left, looking back over her shoulder once with a friendly smile.
He
sat back on the bed. Amazing. In exchange for the special deal they
hoped he would write a glowing review. That would be no problem! And
they wanted to know what he'd be willing to pay for what he'd just had.
Maybe $500? oh, more than that. If it were a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, what would he have paid? $20,000? He'd be ashamed to put
that on the feedback form, but he figured it was true.
The
cabinet met again. Mr. Kyle Dennison was their guest. They had hired
him full time. The most important ongoing value he provided was
knowledge of the customer base -- what pedophiles wanted and how to
communicate with them. He visited the girls himself -- for quality
control purposes, he explained. But he smiled guiltily as he said it --
he was a pedophile himself.
For the initial experiment, the
government had bought the Mountain Valley Resort, a venture on the
brink of bankruptcy, but now there were two new luxury hotel complexes
under construction at the site -- just about the only place in Belithia
seeing any new construction at all.
They called it the Companion
Program. Demand had exceeded initial expectations. For two hours with a
friendly girl who was willing to strip and let a man touch her
anywhere, the median price was $3,000. Why so high? Low supply --
nowhere else in the world could a man do this legally. And high quality
-- the girls were genuinely happy. Johns didn't usually care whether
their prostitutes were happy or not, but Mr. Dennison had explained the
difference. Men who like love and romance get real girlfriends and get
married. Prostitutes are for the ones who just want sex. But the
pedophiles who like love and romance had no options -- so most of
Belithia's customers wanted to know that the girls were happy. The
other pedophiles already had a partial solution with old-style sex
tourism with sullen girls. They didn't care so much whether the pussy
they fucked was embedded in a sullen girl or not. But that was not the
market Belithia was after. Belithia was serving a much larger, more
lucrative market.
When the Companions Program was announced,
there was some moral outrage in Belithia, but the seriously depressed
economy was a powerful countervailing force. There was nothing they
could say to appease those who objected on religious grounds. Secular
foes were invited to intensive courses that explained the situation.
Most persuasive were the girls who gave glowing reports of their
experiences. Skeptics cited the experience of the West, where even
children who had enjoyed their sexual encounters at the time later came
to feel deeply traumatized. Mr. Dennison's psychologists patiently
explained the differences: Here there were no secrets. The girls
volunteered with the approval of their parents. They could drop out at
any time, and were offered free counseling whenever they wanted. They
constituted a community and as they grew older could continue to look
to each other for support. The interactions were videotaped. The
occasional man who crossed boundaries was sent packing. What's more,
there wasn't actually any sexual activity.
That last point was
one of the most effective. It helped them weather the negative
publicity. Now it had died down, and it was time to move to the next
phase. There was going to be sexual activity. A new wave of protest and
complaint was certain, but they expected that it too would subside
before reaching crisis proportions.
Sex could be expected to accelerate growth in the revenue stream.
10-year-old
Sven closed his eyes and smiled. The guy might be kind of old and
paunchy, but what he was doing with his tongue was amazing. Sven's cock
was hard in his mouth, and the guy had asked him to moan or squeeze his
hand or something when it felt better. He was trying to give him an
orgasm, and Sven thought he just might succeed, as his moans guided the
man's actions. "Oh, yeah," he said as it felt especially good,
"Aaaahhhhh!" he said as he came, his cock doing its dry twitches.
The
man turned around with a big smile. "Now, if you don't mind using your
hand -- sure it's OK?" he asked, his own cock sticking out straight.
"It's
fine," said Sven. The man squirted a little lube onto his penis and lay
on his back. Sven sat beside him, took it in his hand, and started
rubbing.
"You mind if I hold yours?" asked the man, and when
Sven shook his head he fondled Sven's limp organ as Sven stroked back
and forth.
"Oh, God, that's so great, if you could just do that
forever... But your hand's going to get tired..." Sven didn't deny it.
"A little faster, just a few more seconds..." Sven saw his body
tighten. The man was silent as sperm erupted from his tip. Sven kept on
rubbing, like he'd been taught.
"Oh, that was amazing. You are such a wonderful boy! Now can we just lie down for a few minutes together?"
"Sure," he said, lying on his side as the guy spooned against his back, caressing his arm and knee.
After
15 minutes or so the guy got up, and Sven turned onto his back and
watched him dress. "That was sure fantastic," said the man.
Sven didn't pretend it was fantastic. "Glad I could help," he said.
"That felt good, what I did to you, right?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, smiling. That didn't make it fantastic, but it was still OK.
When
they'd described the game the man wanted to play, 4-year-old Maria
thought it sounded fun. Now they sat on the bed side by side. She was
wearing a purple fuzzy dress, white tights and black shoes.
He
offered Maria a candy and she reached out to take it but he shook his
head. Instead, he put it in her mouth directly. Wow, it sure was tasty!
Tiny, but tasty. Half the size of an M&M.
"Keep your lips
together and let me slide it in," he said, demonstrating the next one.
"Good girl! ... Can I take your shoe off?" he asked.
She was about to nod, like she usually would, but she remembered and shook her head.
"How about for one of these."
Maria nodded and let him slide the little chocolate thing into her mouth.
He reached down and took her shoe off.
"The other one?"
Again, she shook her head, got a candy, and he took it off.
She
demanded and got a little candy for permission to feel her lower legs,
to slide his hands up under the dress, and to press against her girl
privates up under there. And one for letting him push the dress up
around her waist. Another one to take it off over her head. One to
reach up under her undershirt to feel her chest. Another to take it off.
She
kept glancing at him, and he looked so happy. Happy every time she
shook her head, and even happier when she frowned at the same time. And
happy when she relented for the price of a candy.
Now she was in nothing but her panties, and he asked if he could slide his fingers inside.
She shook her head, and he slid a candy into her mouth.
As he reached down, she said, "Unnh-unnnh, two for that!"
He
looked startled, but then smiled brightly and gave her another. She let
him feel down the front of her panties to her girl parts.
She
demanded 3 candies to let him take the panties off, 2 to spread her
legs wide apart, and 3 for permission to bring his face in close to
look, sniff, and then lick.
First the licking was funny. Then it
was warm and comfortable, and then it was feeling kind of good. She
didn't ask for any candies. Partly he wasn't doing anything new, and
partly it felt pretty nice. The good feelings went on a long time,
getting better and better. She closed her eyes and finally with his
tongue licking oh so nicely, they burst in a wave of pleasure. He came
up to lie beside her as she lay back, smiling. She'd done that herself
a couple times, gone all the way to that wonderful feeling, but it had
never happened with anyone else.
She had an impish though, sat
up, and reached for the bag of candies. She took a handful and shoved
them at the man's mouth. When he figured out what she was doing he
opened wide to let her stuff the candies in. He beamed at her as he
chewed and swallowed, going "Mmmmm."
Then he took off his
clothes. She wondered about asking for candies to let him do that, but
that was his body, not hers. Shortly he sat before her, stiff penis
sticking straight up.
"Would you touch it for me?" he asked softly.
She shook her head.
"For a candy?"
She nodded, the candy went in, and she touched it.
Another came her way for stroking it gently, she demanded two for kissing it, and four for taking the tip in her mouth.
He
then produced a tube and spread some dark, very sticky stuff on the
uppermost inch of his penis, then he gave her a bit to taste. Delicious!
Surely
she was meant to lick it off the stiff prong, and she set about it
happily, licking back, sides, front, tip... He gave little sighs and
murmurs. When she had it clean she pulled back. He put more of it on
his organ, and showed how he'd love it if she took the whole thing into
her mouth like a popsicle. He gasped and whimpered and held her head
gently in his hands.
"Oh, God, that's so nice. One more thing, OK?"
She pulled back, he quickly smeared more of the stuff on his cock.
"And
this is for letting me spurt the stuff into your mouth, OK?" He took a
little dropper and squirted it into her mouth. That was delicious!
Chocolate, coconut and something else wonderful. She set about licking
energetically and sliding it in and out of her mouth. He took her head
in his hands a bit more firmly, and pressed his cock forward and back a
little, getting more and more excited, and then all at once the stuff
was splooshing into her mouth as he gasped and groaned, breathing hard.
With all the yummy chocolate and caramel and coconut flavors in there
it just tasted a little mysterious, and she just swallowed it all. He
gave her another two squirts from the dropper. He looked about as happy
as a man could look.
He lay on his side and nudged her into position in front of him so he spooned against her back.
"You didn't ask," she said with a smile.
"Oops," he said, and put five little candies in her mouth. She bit his fingers gently, and they both giggled.
After a while he sat up and she turned to face him. He stroked his hand down her cheek. "You're so, so wonderful," he said.
Six-year-old Natalia watched the TV. It was the first Appreciation Day.
A
girl her age stepped out of a white limo. A man in a tuxedo offered his
arm while other men looked on respectfully. She had on a frilly
salmon-colored dress with matching hat. She walked on his arm up a red
carpet, through a doorway and into a ballroom. He brought her past a
line of 5 men in suits and ties -- the CEOs of five of the most
successful companies in Mountain Valley.
The first man knelt
before her, took her hands, and looked into her eyes. "I want to thank
you so much, Anya, from the bottom of my heart. We so appreciate what
you've done for us."
The girl smiled graciously and her escort
led her to the next man, who also got down on his knee. He didn't take
her hands, but did say, "I don't know what we'd do without you. You've
changed our lives, you and the other girls and boys in the Companions
Program. Thank you!"
After the 5th man gave his appreciation,
the escort showed her to a banquet table with fine silver and glass
settings and a white tablecloth. He held her chair for her while she
sat.
"Mom!" said Natalia. "What's this?"
Her mother came
in from the other room. "Oh, that," she said. "That's a thank-you
dinner for those girls and boys who took, um, jobs up in that new
place. The new economic zone."
"Could I do that? Could I?"
"Oh, I don't know, honey, it's not right what they do."
"What do they do?"
"Something you don't want to do."
"Oh, tell me, tell me!" she insisted.
"OK...
They get naked and let men touch their bodies different ways, including
their private parts. That doesn't sound good, does it?"
Natalia
looked at the screen. Ten girls were seated around the table, in
different fun dresses. Grapes and strawberries were being offered --
things she'd enjoyed maybe once in her life. "Why not? Does it hurt?"
"Uh, no. No, it doesn't hurt their bodies."
An ice cream sundae appeared in front of the girl. She took a spoonful and gave a big smile.
"So what does it hurt?"
"Some girls feel bad about it."
The girl lustily enjoying her ice cream sundae didn't seem to feel bad about anything.
"You really don't think you'd mind? Letting them touch your private parts?"
Natalia
got an impish grin on her face, and pulled down her pants and panties
to her knees. She looked at her privates, at her mother, and back at
her privates.
"I don't see why I'd mind." Noticing her mother's unease, she said, "Is something wrong with my private parts?"
"No, dear, no, of course not. It's just, well, usually we keep them hidden."
Natalia's
mother talked it over with her father. It was so strange, and yet
Natalia didn't seem to mind the idea. Girls in the Companions Program
were being treated like royalty. And the money. There was the money --
more than either of them made. And if Natalia didn't like it, she could
just quit. Open-minded. They were being open-minded.
Throughout
Belithia, it was now well known that Mountain Valley had become a very
attractive place for a family to live. The people lived well -- very
well measured against local standards. The housing was modern. There
were parks and fields, playgrounds and good schools. And the girls and
boys earned enough money for their families that they could afford
nicer things than most people in Belithia. The families also found as
their neighbors others with similar values. They were liberal-minded
families who were willing to let their daughters and sons be the sexual
playmates of pedophiles. The children themselves had to be outgoing and
well-adjusted to be accepted as Companions, and that correlated with
similar traits in the families they came from. From conversations with
American staff and the men themselves, the children rapidly became
fluent in English -- a key skill for success later in life.
The
demand from pedophiles was strong. They were respectful, disease-free,
sociable men. They were well off enough to afford a flight to Belithia
and the fees for Companions. Many made repeat visits. Some of the
richer ones wanted to live in Mountain Valley permanently. The
government was delighted.
Mr. Dennison made his presentation to the cabinet.
"The
Companions Program so far is profitable and growing fast. If we could
attract a critical mass of pedophiles, they could contribute to the
economic vibrancy of Belithia in a more integrated way. They would stay
here and become permanent residents of Belithia. We could attract some
of the most talented pedophiles from around the world to live here and
form highly competitive businesses. They would have a strong motivation
to make a success of these businesses -- to help Belithia thrive.
Living here, they can have regular sex. If the Belithian employer goes
under, they have to take a job in a country where they can't have sex
at all.
"What could let us develop a critical mass?
"So
far, all the pedophiles sign up for individual encounters with a
particular girl or boy, who can then agree or not. A lot of men are
asking for the same girl over and over, and the girl is often
enthusiastic.
"Ordinary men enjoy sex with a variety of women,
but most eventually like the idea of getting married -- having one
woman who they live with, come home to at night, and raise children
with. It is a familiar and rewarding pattern in all human societies.
Lots of pedophiles have the same desire. They want a small girl to come
home to at night, to share a bed with, to share conversation with. Most
also like the idea of being true to the girl and having her be true to
him. With such relationships, the men will develop roots in Belithia.
"Now,
we're not proposing actual marriages. The girls are free to leave at
any time and the men are free to terminate the relationship as well.
We're also not proposing that the girls leave their families. The
families would live here in Mountain Valley in apartments in the same
buildings. They would go to school during the day, visit their families
after school and at other times, but the evening and night they would
agree to spend with the men.
"Since the housing situation has
improved, families are now allowed to live here in Mountain Valley as
long as their daughters serve as Companions. With this enhancement to
the program, the relationships would likely be more stable and the
security of living long-term in Mountain Valley would be improved.
"We
also think this might attract a new kind of girl -- we expect some of
the shyer ones would get to know a man slowly over a series of dates
and then be happy in a stable relationship with just him.
"We
also think that the gay boys of Belithia could be very interested in
this program, with plenty of boy-attracted pedophiles who would want
long-term relationships with them.
"New men. New girls and boys. Long-term commitment to Belithia. World-class businesses. Large increases in income.
"That's the summary. Any questions?"
The Human Services Minister had a series of questions. "How does it work with dating? What if no one's interested in a girl?"
"Excellent
question. In this modern age, we can use computer technology. We can
make video of the girls, so a guy knows her personality pretty well.
The guys make videos too. A date only makes sense if both parties like
the other one. A guy would fly here to Belithia with at least one date
lined up -- preferably more than one."
"How would we know the guy is being nice to a girl? Would there be videos?"
"First,
the guys are screened carefully. Next, parents can ask a girl or see
how she seems. And our trained psychologists will interview them now
and then as well. Finally, if you like, you can specify that the man's
apartment has video monitoring. That's a cost taken out of her pay, and
it may restrict the pool of men who are interested, but it is an
option."
"A lot of ordinary guys are romantic -- they love their
women and expect the women to love them back. The younger girls aren't
going to fall in love, right? They're not psychologically set up for
romantic love, are they?"
"You are correct. The men know that --
they aren't seeking women in small bodies, they are seeking girls. But
if they start with a basic liking for each other and the men are nice
to them, the girls will naturally bond to them the same way they would
to any favorite grown-up. We have counselors available to the men to
help them with these issues too."
After further questions and answers, Mr. Dennison summed it up.
"We
are creating something new here that's never existed before in the
world. We have girls and boys freely choosing to be sexual or romantic
partners with men, with the permission of their parents. The girls, the
parents, and the men all constitute groups where they can share with
others in the same situation. That's in addition to the professional
support. And we may develop new ways of doing things that we're not
thinking of now -- whatever we can to keep everybody happy."
Jacob
was a top-notch software architect. He was a nice, sensitive, guy. And
he was a pedophile. When he saw the video of 5-year-old Anya he was
captivated. Anya evidently liked him well enough too. He spent the long
flight working through a Belithian phrase book.
The agreement
for the first date was that nothing sexual would happen and no clothes
would come off. It was a success. Anya was reported to be shy, but she
warmed to him quickly. He'd brought a doll and a dress as gifts and
bought locally the makings for a banana split. After the first 2-hour
date and after the staff had a number of careful conversations with
Anya, they were cleared to do anything they wanted on the second.
Anya
laughed as Jacob tried to read her a book in Belithian, and strained
with interest to follow as he read a picture book in English. She
crawled up onto his lap. She wasn't surprised when he caressed her
hair, her cheeks, her arms, and her hands. He kissed every joint of
every finger on her left hand. Her parents loved her, and no one would
ever take their place, but Jacob cherished her. With his fingers, he
caressed her lips ever so gently until they tingled. Then he kissed her
on the lips just as gently, and she kissed him back. She liked it!
She
knew he might gently try touching her other places too, but she could
say no. She wasn't sure in advance what she'd think, but she liked his
hands everywhere! On her back, her chest, thighs.
She loved the
idea of sleeping at his place, and sharing his bed seemed nice too. He
helped her with the tooth brushing and getting her pajamas on. But once
they were in bed he asked her if she'd take them off, so she did. She
kept her panties on, however. He kept his underwear on too. She could
see the bulge in his briefs that meant he was a man. And she could see
it got big too -- that must be his penis, and they said that happened
sometimes. But she didn't want to see his penis, she knew that. And he
didn't try to show it to her. In bed he touched her in all the same
places, over and over again. He gently cupped his hands over her
private parts, and she found that kind of thrilling. When he started to
move his fingers inside, she said no and he immediately stopped.
She got sleepier and sleepier as he caressed her gently -- as he cherished her.
And
that was that! After a couple days he moved to a permanent apartment
just down the hall from her parents and sister, so she got to see them
every day. She got to go to kindergarten and make friends with the new
kids -- they were nice! At first she had supper with Jason every night,
but after a while he had to work late sometimes and she had supper with
her family. Occasionally he went away for several days at a time, and
she happily stayed with them. But most nights she slept with him in his
bed. Other times he was guest at her family's dinner.
She rapidly learned English and he almost as rapidly learned Belithian.
Within
a couple weeks she was happy to have him slide his fingers into her
panties, and then to take them off, and then to have him caress her
there. But when he caressed her a certain way it started to feel funny
and she didn't like that. Though it seemed hilarious to her at first,
he licked all over her body and seemed to love it. But she wouldn't let
him lick her between the legs.
She also agreed to let him show
her his penis, though at first she kept her distance. He tried to ask
her about peeing on himself, but she didn't get it. Later when she
asked her counselor showed her a video of a guy and the stuff spurting
out, and while it seemed weird she didn't mind. The counselor said it
was something men really, really liked to do. And when she let Jason do
it, it was just the same, with the stuff spurting out gloop, gloop,
gloop onto his stomach. And he seemed so happy!
She agreed to
feel some of the goop and sniff it as long as she could wipe her hand
right away. Then she thought it was fine to rub her hand up and down
his penis like he did. The stuff came out fast when she did it! And
then she agreed to keep rubbing up and down even after the stuff came
out. That way she got some of it on her fingers, but she didn't mind
because she could just wipe them off. He really liked it when her hand
got goopy like that.
Once she agreed to let him get above her
and squirt the gloop onto her chest. It wasn't terrible, but she didn't
really like it. It certainly didn't make her feel cherished. So he
didn't suggest it again.
She was willing to spread her own legs
wide apart, hold her flaps open with one hand and slide her pinkie in
and out of her vagina a little bit. He'd kneel below her, eyes riveted
to her privates and stroke himself, then catch the goop in some tissues
when it came out. And when it was done he was just so happy, and he'd
quick put his underpants on and then kiss her and hug her and cherish
her. She liked that just fine.
Her parents were sometimes harsh
if she spilled some food or didn't do what they told her to do, and her
sister was mostly nice but sometimes mean. But Jason never was. She
decided to test the limits. She spilled some food, and he just smiled
and cleaned it up. She did it again. Then she finally made it clear
that she spilled it on purpose. And his eyes suddenly got very sad. He
told her he'd really rather she not do that, but he was almost crying.
So she didn't do that again, because she wanted him to be happy.
They
took baths together, and he loved washing her hair and every other
place. When she figured out he was washing between her legs more than
she needed to get clean, and it started feeling funny, she looked at
him sternly. He gave a guilty grin and stopped.
He asked once if
he could watch her pee, which seemed weird at first. But he knelt on
the floor and looked intently down there and sighed when the pee
dribbled out. She noticed his penis getting big and long just from
watching that. So when she was in the mood, she'd tell him in advance
when she was going to pee and usually he'd come in and watch. Once she
just held it while he was watching and didn't go. But he seemed to
figure out her plan and just sat there looking at her privates. She got
bored and then said she didn't have to go after all. But he wasn't
fooled. He smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and left. Ten minutes
later she went back and peed without inviting him to watch.
In
the bath they faced each other, both with legs apart. He had his eyes
fixed on her privates and his penis was big and hard. On a hunch she
reached forward and rubbed it. He gave a big grateful smile and before
long spurted and moaned.
Once he was in the bath with a stiff
penis, and she agreed to sit on his lap facing the same way he was. As
she lowered herself her privates touched against the back of his penis
and pushed it out. She laughed because it almost looked like she had a
penis. He was gasping with excitement, so she rubbed his tip with her
fingers, making him really excited, and before long she made him spurt.
He suggested doing it again later but she refused. Every now and then,
a couple times a year, she was in the mood and did that again, and he
always thought it was very special.
What she liked most was the
fun things he was always telling her and showing her, and how she could
snuggle up against him when she wanted. And how she knew he was there
next to her at night, warm and comforting.
The
Prime Minister sat in the large chair of his formal, official office.
The one with carved wood panels, marble floor, and elaborate
furnishings. Turning in his swivel chair, he put his hands behind his
head, looked out the window, and smiled.
Eight years earlier,
there seemed no hope. Now, Belithia was not just healthy, it was an
economic powerhouse. The pedophile economy. No other country would
provide pedophiles what they really wanted in life. Belithia did. And
they came. Or rather, they applied, and the foreign ministry accepted
the cream of the crop. They say 1% of men are true pedophiles. But if
you include those whose top choice in life is the 13-year-old girl, the
number soars -- maybe 10%? And so, in every land, potentially 10% of
the best and brightest had a strong motivation to come to Belithia.
Most did not, of course, but even 2% of the top talent in the world in
one place was a major influx. The enclave had exploded out of Mountain
Valley into surrounding areas and into several towns. Men and boys
could walk hand in hand. Men and girls could too. They could sit on
park benches and kiss. Wolf whistles directed at 6-year-olds were an
occasional problem. Enterprising folks gathered enthusiastic boys and
girls for strip clubs.
Top talent in one place. And not just in
one place that was also happy, often for the first time in their lives.
Many just visited Companions for affairs or one-time sexual encounters.
But others had child partners. Happy child partners who could leave at
any time but chose to be with them. The pedophiles were among their own
kind. It was common to have a man burst out of his office and roar,
"I'm a pedophile!" And the others would put up a mighty roar,
screaming, "Congratulations!" "Me too!" Creative men, grateful men,
happy men made things happen. Software, hardware, robotics, precision
machinery, bio-engineering, genetic engineering... there was a company
in each field that was already world-class or on its way. Cutting edge
advances attracted top-tier non-pedophiles too. And now the expectation
of success itself ensured success. If a nanorobotics company was
forming in Belithia, everyone knew it would be a top contender, so the
best applied and came and made sure it became that top contender. They
came from the USA, Canada, and the UK. But also India, Japan, Brazil,
Germany, even some from China. The best and brightest pedophiles from
every land.
Initially the friendly, happy sex tourism had
brought in lots of revenue. But when the pedophiles immigrated, they
brought their capital with them, and they paid for the privilege of a
boy or girl's company -- to the child's family, the Mountain Valley
consortium, and (he smiled) the treasury of Belithia itself. As the
companies flourished, they brought in tax revenue too.
It was
only 1% of the population of Belithia that lived in the Mountain Valley
area with a child in the program. But the parents had an inside track
to good support jobs within the Companions Program and more recently
the corporations themselves. Others arrived just to fill the other
lower-level positions. They bought things, injecting money into the
economy to multiply as it spread, and they sent money to relatives,
stimulating more distant provinces as well.
Arbitrage. The rest of the world undervalued pedophiles. Belithia prized them, made them happy, and earned rich returns.
Mr.
Dennison had warned them of other countries trying to copy their
success, and had followed the trends carefully. There was one country
that had started to offer something they didn't. Penetration. But they
could do that too, and they were right on it.
At
10 years old, Jeff had become the companion of Bill. At first it had
gone OK, but Bill had a habit of looking into his eyes so earnestly it
made him uncomfortable. Of asking about love over and over in a way he
didn't understand. When Bill sucked him off he liked that just fine,
and he was happy doing that for Bill too, as long as he didn't come in
his mouth. But after an initial flurry, the sex declined to around once
a week. He didn't quite get what he was spending time with Bill for.
After consulting with the counselors, Jeff had moved out. He was best
suited to the two-hour interlude, or sometimes the 5-minute interlude.
Now he listened to the boy explaining the latest.
"It's
really not bad at all -- feels kind of nice, actually! You practice
with this dildo thing -- practice relaxing your muscles so you don't
clench up when it goes in. There's this ointment to help with the
stretching too. And then the man's dick goes in the same way as the
dildo. And then they blow their load up inside and get really, really
happy."
"It sounds kind of gross."
The woman spoke up.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. No one has to do
anything they don't want -- I can't say that enough times. So anyone
who doesn't want to can leave now. Or stay for a while and leave later."
Jeff
thought what the woman said wasn't really quite true. Yeah, he didn't
have to do it, but if he quit, he and his mother would have to leave
Mountain Valley. She was too messed up emotionally to be able to get a
job, so they'd be back with her family. He sure didn't want that. So he
could quit, but... it would have to be pretty bad for him to quit.
One
of the 20 boys left. "Now we'll show you some videos." And they saw
video of men mounting smiling boys, working it in gently, and humping
away. Sometimes the boys were stiff and sometimes they weren't. But
sooner or later -- sometimes in 10 seconds -- the men moaned and sighed
and looked incredibly happy, and then withdrew.
Seemed OK to Jeff. He'd give it a try. It went OK.
He
got more work than ever. He didn't mind. Occasionally he'd get a guy
who just kind of turned hi off. But he realized he'd actually do stuff
he didn't like as long as he and his mom could stay in Mountain Valley.
"Can everyone say 'vagina'?" The leader of the class was a young woman, maybe 18 years old.
"Vagina!" said the chorus of girls.
"Pussy, twat, cunny... All words for vagina."
There were smiles, and some of the girls murmured those words.
"Most
of you know men are real fascinated with your vagina. You know that's
how men and women do it. Penis goes into vagina -- in and in and in --
he shoves it in and out, and then he shoots the stuff way up inside.
And that's how they make babies too."
"My Dave sticks it right at the opening to my vagina and squirts it into me. And sometimes he presses it pretty hard."
"Right!
That's the reflex all the men have, really. To get their penis into the
vagina, to get it really deep, and to squirt up there. But the stiff,
big penis just doesn't fit up into little girls, not until you get big
enough."
"My sister's 12 and she lets guys stick it in. They really like it and she says it feels pretty nice too."
"Right,
12 is near the age where your bodies naturally get ready. But the
doctors have been busy to help out you younger girls too. We have a way
now so your vagina can get big enough. It involves ointment and
sticking things in there. Gradually you stick bigger and bigger dildos
in, and then you're all ready."
"It sounds icky," said a small girl in the front.
"Yeah,
it does seem that way to some girls, and you can drop out any time. But
I've got a couple with me today, Petra and Kira, to tell you about it.
Petra?"
A girl of about 8 stood up.
"Show them how it fits?"
"OK,"
she said, and fished a big dildo out of her dress pocket, then hitched
up her skirt and put a foot on the table. She wore no underwear. "First
I get a little excited, like this..." She rubbed herself between the
legs.
The young woman said, "If you don't like that kind of feeling, you can use lubricant instead."
"Who doesn't like that?" said a girl in the back, and many others smiled and nodded.
The
girl said, "And here it goes..." They all watched intently as the big
thing -- as big as a good-sized penis -- opened her up and then slid
in. In and in and in.
"That doesn't hurt?"
"No! It's
amazing! It feels weird at first, but you get used to it. It actually
feels nice, kind of like when you rub with your fingers."
"It's
natural," said the woman. "It feels nice on us women so we're
enthusiastic about getting pregnant, but sometimes it already feels
nice to girls your age."
"And the guy is usually so happy. He's
real close to you, since his penis is right there going in and out. And
then when he's done, he slides it out, like this--" She took the dildo
out, and they observed her vagina close up tight again.
"So the goop -- he spurts the goop up inside?" said a girl with lip curled in distaste.
"Yeah!
You don't even notice it. It's kind of nice in a way, that there isn't
some mess to clean up. It comes out later on your underpants."
Mrs.
Orlov was hesitant at first. Her twin boy and girl were 4, and they
both took to the sex work as naturals. It was play to them. But the new
baby, now 2 months old... how could she tell what the baby wanted?
The
counselors suggested that she could tell by how she acted. If she
didn't like it, she'd cry or fuss. And the money -- the money offered
for a little time with a 2-month old was impressive.
The guy
seemed nice enough. He thanked her profusely. The little girl was laid
out on her back on the waterproof sheet, and the man gently tugged her
diaper down.
"Oh, my God," he murmured, staring at the baby
labia like they were a work of art. And then slowly he began licking.
The baby got very quiet, then began cooing. On and on the man went,
licking, then pausing to admire or lick her inner thighs, then licking
her crack again. Mrs. Orlov could see the bulge in his pants. But after
half an hour the guy rose, sighed, thanked her and left. The baby
started fussing seconds after the tongue left her privates.
The
next guy paid as much as her 4-year-olds each earned for three
encounters. He waited patiently while Mrs. Orlov finished nursing her
and burping her. Mom had a hunch she was going to poop, and before long
she did.
All cleaned up, she lay completely naked on her back
and the man began caressing her all over. The baby started to fuss. He
looked at mom uncertainly.
"Um, you might try licking her between the legs," said mom. "Last time she liked that."
The
man actually laughed and then dove in. Sure enough, when the tongue
began its gentle strokes she stopped fussing and started cooing.
After twenty minutes he lifted his head. "You really OK if I get naked and, you know, do what I asked?"
"Yeah,
that's fine," said Mrs. Orlov. This guy was handsome, with a winning
smile, and she was a bit ashamed to notice she found it hot. He
stripped and she saw he was toned and muscular, and had a very stiff
erection.
The baby started fussing again, so he went back to his
tongue work to quiet her. Then all at once he raised himself up,
pointed his cock tip right at the little girl's labia, and stroked
fast. Seconds later, his seed surged out to cover the baby's labia,
first one blob, then another and another, until the lips were well
covered in slime.
Mrs. Orlov was aroused, and realized she
wished he'd been lying on her with his cock shoved deep up her pussy,
thrusting until he delivered his load into her, rather than onto the
baby's little girl lips.
The guy got dressed and then kissed the
little girl's cheeks. "That was amazing," he said softly. "I guess I
should clean this up," he said.
"Oh, that's fine, I'll handle it!" said Mrs. Orlov confidently.
"Well, OK," said the guy, smiling and whistling as he left.
Pushing
aside a brief wave of shame, Mrs. Orlov pulled down her own pants and
panties and spread her legs wide. And she eagerly fingered the sticky,
whitish stuff from her daughter's lips into her own pussy.
The
next day she got a vibrator, and when the men had left and the baby
fussed, she applied it. The fussing stopped at once, and with some
experimentation she found a rhythm that baby seemed to like. Within a
couple minutes she could see the baby shuddering and going limp. That
seemed only fair to give her some relief -- and then it occurred to her
that some of the men would like to watch her do that too. Or even wield
the vibrator themselves.
She looked at her little girl lying
there in the wake of that first orgasm. She'd been taught it was wrong,
of course. But her baby was already asleep and seemed content. And the
men. The men didn't want to hurt her -- they would be horrified at the
idea of hurting her. They just found her sexy, and wanted to do this
thing that made them really happy, that the baby didn't mind, and that
she would never remember. And there was the money...
I just returned to my home country of Belithia for a month, interviewing everyone I could find.
The
Companions Program. A chilling name -- so bland. If it was "Pedophiles
Fucking Children" you'd be less suspicious. I expected to find girls
with dull eyes, submitting to their fate; parents gleefully counting
their money as their kids cried in the background; and men who liked to
screw little children and enjoyed their suffering. If such things
exist, they are well hidden.
The religious folks hate the very
idea of encouraging adult-child sex because it's immoral and against
God's will. Yawn. So is extramarital sex, in their opinion.
Lots
of folks, especially in the countryside, think the Companion Program is
immoral and they'd never sign their kids up for something like that. So
they don't. Yes, they're against the Program -- but many of them do
admit that the prosperity really is a wonderful thing. They're split on
whether other parents should be able to send their kids or not -- but
they don't seem adamantly opposed.
Only one or two admitted that
they'd applied with their kid but she got rejected. But lots of them
said they'd heard rumors about neighbors. And a couple times I met the
neighbors' kids and could see why they were rejected, if the rumor was
true. Some of these folks had bad things to say about it, but you can
suspect some sour grapes psychology.
Then over in Mountain
Valley itself -- your first impression is of a very lively place, not
at all what you'd expect in this part of the world. All the buildings
in good repair and the landscaping tidy, the parks and playgrounds
modern and more fun than over here (not so worried about lawsuits from
falling off the swings here). The people seem purposeful and happy. No
beggars, of course. And the kids -- the kids seem almost magical. There
are some siblings that aren't in the Program and just live with their
families, but most of the kids are Companions, and they've been
screened. They do seem at a glance to be attractive, outgoing and
resilient. The ones I talked to in depth reinforced that impression.
I'd
ask them what it's like, they'd ask if I'm a reporter. I said yes, and
sometimes they'd just roll their eyes and run away. Other times I'd ask
them what it's like and they'd just smile and say it was fine as they
walked away.
I got a group of 4 boys of about 12 years old who
seemed eager to talk about how horrible it was. They proceeded to list
improbable scenarios, such as the guy who kept going at him for three
days straight so he couldn't sleep. They sounded like boys everywhere,
exaggerating and being gross. But not boys who are suffering.
I
pestered a couple girls. The one I'll call Pauline said she was 9 and
the wife of a guy named Isaac. His girl wife. He was really nice to
her. Gave her presents. Taught her stuff, listened to whatever was on
her mind. I asked what went on in the bedroom. She paused, smiled, and
asked her 10-year-old friend Heidi to play her and she'd play Isaac.
They seemed excited by the prospect of doing this dramatic scene.
Heidi lies on the ground and Pauline lies down beside her, caressing her everywhere.
"You're so wonderful, I love you so much." She has switched to flawless English.
"That's nice," says Heidi, uncertainly.
"Nah, you smile and say you like him too."
"OK, 'You're such a wonderful man.'"
"I
love your eyes, your hair, everything about you." She turns to me and
says, "We're both naked, see. And he likes everything about me."
"And is he aroused?"
"Aroused?"
"With an erect penis."
"Oh,
an erect penis. Yeah, a lot of the time. And then after a while he'll
say, 'Would you mind doing it?' And I always say no, because I don't
mind. Then he does like this."
She leans over her friend and begins kissing her and rubbing her between the legs.
"Hey," says her friend, switching back to Belithian momentarily. "Just pretend, OK? I'm not a lesbo!"
They
giggle and then the lips don't actually touch, the hand stays a
centimeter away from Heidi's crotch. "Then I say, 'OK, I'm ready.' And
he does this."
She mounts her friend and starts humping away.
She holds herself up on her hands, saying, "Oh, God, that's so nice,
oh, I love you so much. I love looking down at you." She humps faster.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, that's so nice, oh, I love you, oh, oh, oh,
aaaaahhhhh!" Then she lets herself down onto her friend, snuggles up
beside her, and says, "Oh, you're so nice, so nice, mmmmm," nibbling
her friend's ear.
I interrupt. "How does that make you feel?"
"It's nice. Warm and comfy. I know he cares about me."
"But when he's actually doing it to you, when he's got his penis in you?"
"That's nice too. I love seeing him so happy."
"And you, do you feel pleasure?"
"A
little, maybe. It feels pleasant when his cock is sliding in and out.
He's tried getting me turned on with his tongue and everything, but I
don't really like it."
"You're so weird," says Heidi.
"Maybe, but you're a sex maniac!"
"Am not!" says Heidi, laughing.
I interrupt. "You said 'maybe' -- do you think most girls like it?"
Pauline answers. "Yeah, probably most do. Or at least a lot do."
"So how often does this happen?"
"These days, like once a week, maybe twice. Early on we did it a couple times a day."
"And does it hurt?"
"Hurt?"
"In your, um, vagina." For some reason I repeat the word in Belithian.
"Hear that?" she says to Heidi. "'Um, vagina'"? And she repeats it in Belithian too.
Addressing me: "Pussy, snatch, cunt. Would you turn pink to say 'cunt'?"
"Gee, I don't know," I say, probably turning a bit pink. I don't think we talked this way when I was a girl.
"Cunt.
No, my cunt is just fine, after the medicine stuff. He's got a nice,
big, fat cock and it slides in easy and doesn't hurt at all."
"Do you realize he's abnormal? That most men wouldn't want to do that with a girl like you?"
Pauline
thinks a moment. "I dunno. Maybe. He's sure not abnormal around here...
Now you should talk to Heidi, the slut sex maniac."
"Yeah, what's your story?"
"I
like sex. Ever since we started. Lots of the guys love getting in down
there with their tongue, and it feels great. I come pretty easily, and
I love it. And then after I come, I love to feel their big hot meat
fill me up. The guys I get matched up with don't tell me they love me
and stuff."
"And how do you feel about that?"
"Oh, good. They're being honest. They don't love me, they love fucking me. Fucking me up the cunt."
Her friend mimes shock, putting her finger to her mouth. "What language!"
"And I love how it feels going in and out. Some of 'em barely get it in before they moan and groan and squirt."
Pauline interrupts. "She means the guy ejaculates. Squirts semen, see?"
I nod gamely.
Heidi
says, "Others go on a while and I get excited again. Sometimes they'll
use their fingers, and some of them know how to get the angle just
right and I come again and they're real happy about that. And then they
groan and squirt, and get right off and get dressed. They usually smile
and thank me and stuff, but they're out of there pretty quick."
"And... let me guess, you feel good about it. I mean, I know you feel good when you have an orgasm, but how do you feel about it?"
"I
feel good. They can't get happy like that anywhere else in the world,
they say. And if they think I'm sexy and can make me feel good and have
a good time and pee in my pussy --" both girls giggled, "-- that's fine
with me."
"Tell her about the gang bangs."
"Well, once
I'm aroused like that, even if I've come once or twice, I like the idea
of more. And some of the guys like the idea of a whole bunch of them
doing me at once -- so now and then we set that up. Like five guys will
get naked --"
"It was 17 once, remember?"
"Yeah, it was,"
she giggled. "Seventeen guys naked, most of them with stiffies, urging
each other on, and urging them into my pussy, and urging them to
finish."
Pauline turned to me and brought her face close to
mine. "That means, come way up her cunt, shoot her full of jizz. Ha,
you turned pink again!"
"And they do finish, and slide out, and
the next guy slides in. And he pumps away and spurts. And each load of
cum lubes it up a bit more so the next one doesn't chafe. The thing
about the 17 that wasn't so nice was the guy who wanted to stick it in
my mouth, and actually tried doing it. Two other guys shouted at him
for that, since they know I don't take penis in my mouth. So nothing
bad happened but it kind of broke the mood. I wasn't quite so hot for
the next couple guys."
"Do you really mean that the next couple did it against your will?"
"No,"
Heidi said. "I just wasn't like totally enjoying it. I still liked
letting them get happy. But cock fucking in and out has a way of
turning me on, and especially when it gets big at the end and they gasp
and you know they're pumping in the sperm. So by three guys later I had
my next orgasm. So they all did it -- one guy just wanted to jerk
himself and splat on my tummy, and that was fine too. It's kind of hot
to see it coming out, gloop, gloop, gloop, and know that's what's
happening up inside when the other guys do it. A couple of guys did me
again -- I lost track."
"And what happened then?"
"They
all went away, most of 'em thanking me warmly -- even if they called me
a slut and cum dump while they were fucking me, I know it's just like
an act."
"You think they respect you?"
Heidi was
thoughtful. "Yes, yes I think they do. It's the way things are around
here. We all know the guys respect us and are thankful."
Pauline nodded.
"What about the guy who tried to stick his penis in your mouth?"
"He probably got counseling, probation, something like that."
"What if you'd been alone and he'd really just forced it in?"
She glanced at her friend. "Yeah, that happened to one of the girls. He had the choice of prison or getting deported."
"No, not him! He had the choice of prison or prison or prison!"
"Oh, that's right."
"What if he said it didn't happen and she was making it up?"
They looked at me. "It's all on video, right?"
"Oh yes, sorry, I'd forgotten. What about the girl? Was she OK?"
"Yeah, she took some time off, a bit of counseling."
"I think it was like 3 days off," said Pauline, and they both giggled.
"And how do you feel about everything being on video?"
"It's for our protection. They erase them right away unless there's some incident."
So
that's how that interview went. As you can tell, they opened up and
told me a lot of intimate stuff. But nothing about feeling used or
mistreated.
I tried to find some younger kids. Two little boys
and a little girl, like 4 or 5. No problems, no clouded expression or
avoiding the subject. They were just fine with men taking their little
penises in their mouths, or having the guy spurt goo onto their chests,
and the girl -- apparently she was 'married' and her 'husband' doesn't
ever touch her privates. He just looks. But he's really nice to her and
she's obviously fond of him.
I found a couple parents who
admitted that it was a big adjustment and different from what they'd
learned growing up. It's worth noting that there was a lot less
hysteria in Belithia culture to begin with.
The thing parents
seemed most uneasy about was the idea that money is changing hands. The
program doesn't give them a detailed breakdown of fees, but when their
kids do more sex the checks are bigger. And if they do something that
men find really hot and kinky, the checks can grow even larger. The
rules are that they say nothing specific to the kids about that, and
there are social workers interviewing the kids and the parents on a
regular basis.
There are siblings here that didn't pass the
test, and there are those who just don't want to do it. They don't
explain why, they just don't. They tend to be more shy, socially
awkward kids. But others just don't want to. There's a lot of variety
in the human condition.
So I couldn't find any horror in
Belithia. The prostitution aspect is the most disturbing. But it really
does seem to be all volunteers, just like the government says. And
these days, if a girl or boy changes their mind, they can bail and the
family can still stay in the Mountain Valley area and get a 'pension'.
The
pedophiles are mostly very respectful, and the occasional lapse is
dealt with harshly. There is a lot of support available. It really does
look like "pedophile arbitrage" -- they've found a way to let
pedophiles have happy sex without kids getting hurt -- and Belithia is
reaping handsome rewards.
Julia
and Ken lived with their parents at Mountain Valley, and they were both
in the Companions Program. They'd always fought a lot, even though they
each had their own room. Now their parents had taken them back to visit
their grandparents over vacation. Here they had to share a room, but at
least not a bed. The first night they were tired from the long drive.
But the second night they talked.
Ten-year-old Ken said, "Sure is boring out in the sticks like this. And then I've gotta share a room with YOU."
Eight-year-old Julia said, "Ha! Well, I hate it too. Why don't you go sleep in the hall?"
"No way. You!" After a pause, he continued, "At least we get a break from the men."
"I guess. What, you don't like it?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Keep the guys happy, make some money. But I'm happy to take a break."
"Do they, like, do it in your rear end?"
"Me?
No way! Mostly they just rub my thing, and I rub theirs. I get 'em to
spurt and they're done. It's a sticky mess but easy enough to clean up.
But sometimes they take my thing in their mouth. That can feel really
good."
"Yeah, sometimes they lick me down there and it feels
nice. When I was younger they spurted on me, but that hardly happens
any more."
"Why not?"
"They do it in my vagina instead."
"Oh. You never said that."
"Why would I? You're always being mean to me." Ken didn't disagree. "You don't know much about vaginas, do you?"
"Well, how would I?"
"Yeah, that's right. I've learned all about penises but you don't know anything about vaginas. Ha, ha!"
"Yeah, well lucky you! Why don't you pull down your panties and give me a guided tour."
"Yeah,
right!" Julia's memories of playing doctor when they were younger were
not so good. He'd made fun of her. But now she'd been with lots of men.
They didn't make fun of her -- they adored her body, and she felt
confident.
"You could suck my dick and make me feel good." Ken laughed.
"Yeah, right! Why don't you suck my pussy instead!"
"That's gross."
There was silence. "You know, it feels kind of cool when they stick it into me."
"Sounds gross to me. I didn't want anything stuck into me, that's for sure!"
"Yeah, but you don't have a vagina."
"Well, of course not. You don't have a dick!"
Julia glanced over and saw a bulge under the covers. "Ha! Your dick got hard!"
"So what?"
Seeing the bulge made her start glowing between the legs. "Can I see it?"
"No way! Or you want to show me your vagina?"
"No..."
"You don't sound so sure." He thought a moment. "I could stick it in you!"
"Do you want to stick it in me?"
He hesitated.
"Big boys like that more than anything. Are you a big boy?" she teased.
"I could find out what it's like, anyway. I could stick it in you, right? You're used to it."
"If I let you. The men are all really nice to me. Why would I let you? You're always mean to me. "
"Not as mean as you are to me!"
"Ha!"
There
was a pause. It would be interesting and kind of cool to have her
brother doing it to her. When men did it they were kind of...
vulnerable. "You scared?"
"No!" He rolled out of bed and sat on hers.
"You might get cooties!" she said playfully, pulling the covers down. "Strip!"
"What about you?"
"You get on top of me and I'll pull my panties down. But you gotta let me see what you're gonna stick in."
"Well, OK," he said, ditching his underpants.
"Oh, it's so little and cute!"
"Thanks a lot!" He shoved her, hard, stood up, and paced.
"Sorry. I mean, I know you're not a man, big surprise! It's OK. I'd... I'd be curious what it's like. "
He lay down on his bed, facing away from her. But he didn't get under the covers.
"You'd get to find out what it's like... what it's like inside a girl. Inside a vagina."
He got up with a sulky expression and lay down on her, stiff little dick sticking out.
She
kept her pajama tops on but pulled her bottoms and panties down to her
ankles, then instinctively covered her privates with her hands. "Lie
down on me... get closer..." She guided the little thing to just the
right spot. "Push..."
"Oh, oh that's cool!"
"So get it in
more... like that..." It was so little, but it was stiff, and it was
in. Her vagina was stretchy and clutched it as tight as a big man's
dick. "And now... yeah, you got the fucking part!"
"I'm fucking my sister!"
"My vagina grabbed my brother's cock. Ha, ha!"
"Yeah, this is good... You're good for something after all, maybe."
If
he liked it on a regular basis, she'd have something he wanted. He
might treat her better. The rapid poking by the hot, stiff little thing
felt nice, but didn't get her sexy nerves. She reached in and touched
herself.
"What you doing with your fingers?"
"That makes it feel good for me. It feel good for you?"
"Oh, yeah. I think I'm gonna come!"
"Hey, go for it... That's what vaginas are for, making guys come. I'll just wiggle here..."
He
held himself up above her, and she could see him looking down at her
nightshirt, then down below where their bodies were joined. He fucked
in and out hard.
As his breathing got faster she felt his little
cock getting bigger inside her. And in his excitement he really was
kind of vulnerable. She timed it right with her fingers so when he
gasped and said, "Ah!" she was right there with him, having her own
little small release.
He pulled out and hesitated, breathing hard.
"Hey, lie like this," she said, pushing him down beside her. They lay beside each other awkwardly.
"That was a lot of fun," he admitted. "Maybe you're not just a cootie farm."
"Maybe you're not just a big dirty lump."
She
felt his body relax a bit. She turned and slowly, by shifting a leg
here, a hand there, got so she was snuggled up against him.
They
lay quietly together. She hoped she'd fall asleep. But the sensation of
him next to her was new and interesting, and she felt pretty sure he
wasn't about to hit her or say something mean. She felt him squirm just
a bit, a motion she thought she recognized. Looking up, she saw his
little thing was stiff again.
"Wanna do it again?" she whispered.
"Sure!" he said. Within seconds she'd spread her legs for him and he was on top of her and then in.
He
fucked away, and she liked the feeling. Instead of holding himself up
in the air he let himself down on her but didn't crush her. It felt
pretty nice. He adopted a leisurely pace. Minutes went by -- in and out
and in and out... She didn't particularly want to come again, but she
liked the sensation.
He laughed quickly and then started chanting, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," in time with his strokes.
She chimed in with, "No! Fuck YOU, fuck YOU, fuck YOU!"
"We
could take turns," he said. And so they did, boy and girl alternating
on each stroke. He started saying it with more intensity, maybe
remembering how mad he got at her sometimes. And she responded in kind,
dredging up some of the anger stored in a vast reservoir. Their "Fuck
yous" got more intense and faster as he stroked faster and deeper. She
was surprised at how aroused she was, and when he lifted his head and
looked into her eyes, she saw anger in him too, and knew it showed on
her face. They stopped taking turns and just hissed "Fuck you!" at each
other as she felt him building to orgasm, her excitement rising in
tandem. She had a big come right when he did, closing her eyes a
fraction of a second after he closed his.
He rolled off her and
gave her a quick grin. His orgasm seemed to have consumed some of his
anger. She knew it had consumed some of hers.
He said, "You're not half bad!"
"You
either," she said. Under all the meanness, she knew he loved her too.
And now to feel him get vulnerable like that and let him get happy
inside her -- that was nice. Maybe he'd just be nicer. And maybe if not
she'd have it as leverage over him. Mean to your sister? No more nooky!
His breathing suggested he was asleep, and she felt herself drowsing off as well.
They
admitted their incestuous deed to their counselors, who promptly probed
in search of damage or harm. Apparently they didn't find it, because it
turned out that some men really wanted to watch a brother fuck his
little sister, and they'd pay handsomely. Sometimes the guy would push
Ken off and stick his own dick in her and come. She noticed some
tendency for the guys to have dicks that were on the small side for
adult men -- maybe they enjoyed the comparison to Ken's.
One guy
waited for the siblings to separate, then stuck one finger into Julia
and grasped Ken's dick with his other hand. Julia and Ken then took
turns jerking him until he came.
One guy was jerking himself
while Ken was fucking her and kind of poked in from the side and
spurted his come into the space between their pelvises. With Ken's
humping it spread the stickiness around, which was to Julia both gross
and more than a little bit hot.
Belithia
Software Unlimited had offered Leo a job, and now they were trying to
sell him on it. He was getting a tour of the main facility.
"We
try hard to take care of our employees. We want your full attention for
work, so we try to make everything else easier. This is our main
cafeteria -- we've got top-notch chefs making lunch and dinner, and
breakfast and snack foods are available around the clock... Down here
you'll see these little mini-hotel rooms so you can crash if you're
working hard and need a break... And now, in this wing, you'll see the
weight rooms, the indoor track, the ping pong tables, and there's the
pool... Here's where you can leave your laundry and it will be done for
you by the end of the day."
"I couldn't help but notice. We
passed some rest rooms I saw were all individual and gender neutral.
But what about the ones labeled 'Boys' and 'Girls'?"
"Aha! Good question. Let's go back there and I'll show you."
He
opened the door marked 'Boys' and held it for Leo. But it was not a
rest room. It was instead a sort of combination living room and play
room, and in it were -- a half dozen boys. They looked up
questioningly, but Leo's guide said, "Just giving a tour" and the boys
went back to their games. Then the door opened behind them, and a man
who fit the appearance of a mad scientist walked in, looking weary. A
couple boys looked up, and one said, "Roger, I bet this guy's looking
for you."
Roger got up and came over smiling.
"Oh, Roger," said the mad scientist. "It's so nice to see you. I could use a break."
"OK!" said the 10-year-old, shrugging. "How do you want it this time?"
"Wait
until we're alone... Let's see -- all the rooms are free." He led the
way to a small bedroom, showed Roger in and shut the door behind them.
The guide said, "Get it?"
Leo's eyes were wide. "And so, the room labeled 'Girls'?"
"Yes, just like this one, but with girls."
"That's a perk I've never heard of before!"
"We
hadn't either, but here at Belithia Software Unlimited we're always on
the cutting edge. Actually, that's an experimental program, and results
are mixed. Some employees find it hurts their concentration rather than
helping it, knowing the boys and girls are there."
Martina
was 12, with a willowy figure, long blond hair, big blue eyes, and a
pretty face. She was just starting puberty -- breasts starting to pop
out, hips expanding just a bit, pubic hair coming in as light fuzz.
Now her father and mother had corralled her for a Conversation.
"How's it going?" asked her mother.
"Let's get to the point," said Martina.
Her father spoke. "You've been doing great, you're happy with your job?"
"Very happy," said Martina.
"We're worried you're working too much."
"I go to school. I get the homework done."
"Yes, yes, we know that. But you don't have many friends."
"Sure, there's Sasha, Amanda--"
"Yeah, but you never spend any time with them. You don't have hobbies."
Martina
sighed. "I love my work. I adore it. My work is my hobby, and some of
the people I work with are my friends too. And I'm good at it."
Her parents nodded. They knew she was good at it. The deposits coming in were astounding.
"Well,
honey, just so you know -- you can cut back any time -- you can quit
any time. It's really up to you -- you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know, mom."
"And you can talk to us any time -- or to one of the counselors," said her dad.
"Thanks, thanks. I do know. We don't need to have The Talk about it every day."
"OK, sweetie... Love you."
"Yeah, me too. So I'm off to work now."
She
walked down the corridor, up a flight of stairs, through the enclosed
bridge to the next building, down another corridor... to her favorite
suite.
"Hi, Martina," said the secretary. "Your schedule is full, as usual, and the wait list too."
Martina looked over her shoulder at the names on the screen, commenting on some of them.
"OK, yes... oooo, yum!... poor guy but he's so sweet... So, no new customers today?"
"Nope."
"OK,
time to get to work!" She went into her green room and changed into a
light blue negligee, combed her hair and looked in the mirror. She
tried not to let it get to her head, but she really was very pretty.
She went into Bedroom A and pressed the Ready button.
Seconds
later the door opened and Don came in, eyes on fire. He looked her up
and down, and she took his robe off, leaving him naked. His cock was
already swelling, and as his fingers slid over her arms and back she
could see it getting stiffer. Don was handsome and muscular, and
looking at his swelling cock got her in the mood fast. He gently
swirled his hand over one tiny breast, and with the other slid up
between her thighs.
She was ready for the next step, so she tossed the negligee aside and lay back on the bed, legs spread wide.
Don
wasted no time in lowering himself onto the bed below her. As his mouth
closed on her pussy he said, "You are so wonderful, you know, just so
wonderful."
"Thanks," she murmured as his tongue made contact.
He knew just how to use it, licking, probing, flicking, gently sucking.
Her breathing was irregular with the pleasure, as she felt the blood
engorging her tissues. She felt her vagina get wet and deep. And two
minutes after he started, Martina shuddered with a "Yes, yes, YES!" and
lay back, catching her breath. But she opened her eyes to see the treat
-- Don clambering up, his big, stiff cock coming into view, as he
spread his legs over hers, lowered himself, and pressed.
She
felt the hot tip enter her and craved the rest. He accommodated her,
jamming in to the hilt. Her pussy held his cock in its slippery but
firm embrace. No subtlety to his approach now -- he was fucking away as
deep and hard and fast as he could. And in under a minute he shouted,
"Oh, Martina!" as his cock spewed its load inside her. He rolled off
her, chest heaving from the effort, big smile on his face. He cupped
his hand over her pussy as he caught his breath. In half a minute he
sat up and grinned at her. "You OK with that?" he asked. She nodded.
"Any improvements to suggest?" She shook her head and smiled. "OK, then
see you tomorrow? Or wait, I guess it might be a day or two." Martina
smiled apologetically. He put on his robe and left. Don had probably
taken all of 15 minutes.
Martina put on her gown and went
through the door into Bedroom B, and pressed the Ready button. Will was
next. He was a big man -- not especially fat, but big and muscular. He
tossed aside his robe. Martina lay on the bed naked, legs together.
"You ready, baby?" Will said. She nodded.
His
cock was already stiff as he knelt below her. He moved his hands
symmetrically, touching cheeks, her hair, throat, shoulders, sides,
then her small breasts, as he eyed them hungrily. But they soon
traveled down to her waist, her stomach, her hips, her outer thighs. He
then reached between her thighs and spread her legs wide, wide apart.
"Do it to me!" said Martina. It's what he liked to hear, but she didn't mind in the least saying it.
The
big man lowered himself, the cock tip found its home and drove in. He
held himself up like a sea lion as he fucked in and out. She loved the
sensation of it -- the big hard prong shoving in and out. After 30
seconds he pulled out and growled, "Doggy time."
Martina tried
not to look eager as she turned over and got up on hands and knees. She
barely got herself set before she felt the hands reaching, adjusting,
and then the penis forcing its way up into her again -- so nice! His
hands held her butt firmly as he pounded in and out. His cock was thick
but not too long. It held her pussy wide open but what stopped his
ferocious inward thrust was their outer parts jamming together. And
that felt fantastic. Everything was just right. Twenty seconds after he
had mounted her from behind, she rose to a big, sharp orgasm. She
whimpered and felt her pussy squeeze rhythmically.
"Oh, baby..."
he muttered and fucked in harder than ever, prolonging her orgasm. And
then he came too. He held himself in really tight and held perfectly
still, and she felt his organ twitching as he delivered his sperm.
He then pulled back and away. "Did you come?"
"Yeah, sorry," she said apologetically. "Couldn't help it."
"Oh,
no, baby, that's wonderful. That's amazing. You can come any time you
want." She turned around and he looked her up and down. "I can't
believe how great you are!" he said as he put his robe back on.
"Oh, thank you," she said sweetly.
And then he was gone.
Martina
went to the shower and turned it on, washing away the sweat of the two
men, and reaching up inside herself to pull out the bulk of two
ejaculations, then rinsed her vulva thoroughly. And then she pressed
the Ready button on the shower wall.
Anthony stripped in the
shower anteroom and appeared naked, his cock small. But it began
growing. After a questioning look at her and an answering nod, he fell
to his knees with the shower running and applied his mouth to her
privates. She was already plenty hot from the two previous guys, but it
did feel good. After three minutes she took his head in her hands,
which was their signal. He began flicking his tongue really fast on her
little clit, and she came, right on schedule, sighing.
Anthony
then stood up, grinning with lust, revealing that his cock had gotten
fully hard. And he pressed her against the wall and then fucked his
tool up into her cunt. It was kind of skinny, though she'd never tell
him that. But it did the job and her pussy hugged him tight. In under a
minute she could tell he was getting close, and at what she judged was
the right moment she squeezed hard with her pussy.
His moans
went into the falsetto as he thrust furiously, spewing sperm from his
wildly pistoning prick. He slid out and leaned against her, and she
hugged him, the warm water cascading over them both. After a minute he
disengaged and she kissed him gently. She didn't offer to kiss all the
guys, but she didn't mind Anthony. And then he was gone.
She cleaned herself again and went back to Room A. Her next gentlemen callers were a trio.
"Fuck her -- fuck her good," growled Number Two as Number One surged his cock right in.
"Yeah, do it to her!" muttered Number Three.
In under a minute One shot his load. "Aaahhhh!" he said.
Two pulled him off and mounted eagerly, surging his cock in.
"Oh
yeah," he murmured, "Oh,yeah, oh yeah. Take it up the cunt, cunt, cunt
-- cunt, cunt, CUNT!" he grunted as he jammed tight and disgorged his
load.
The naughty word was thrilling, and she had a little
shivery orgasm as he ejaculated inside her. But he didn't detect it or
at least didn't comment.
Three pulled Two off and mounted
himself. He had the biggest cock of the three. "Gotta push out all that
inferior sperm," he said, as his cock in fact did force goo out -- she
could feel it oozing from her pussy lips. He pounded away for a good
three minutes before he finally froze and spewed. He was the quiet type
when he came.
"OK, babe, that's all three!" said One. Seconds
later they were gone. They were a team that worked together at their
company, she'd been told. They all had similar tastes and they thought
it helped their creativity to do her as a group and watch the others
possess her too.
Martina loved getting licked by guys who knew
how to do it right. But more than anything, she loved to take stiff hot
cock up her pussy. The men shoved their cocks in hard and deep and like
they really meant it. Her pussy loved the feel, and loved to hug them
tight. She and her pussy both loved it when they unloaded their nuts
way up inside. She was always ready for another cock, even after a big
orgasm. More pleasure was better. More fucking was better. More sperm
was better.
And after three hours she had to call it quits,
because she had to shower one last time, go home for dinner and do her
homework. As she lay down in her bed, an orgasm from her own fingers
capped off a day and helped her get right to sleep. Then up the next
morning and off to school. On weekends she could get in two 3-hour
sessions, late morning and again in the late afternoon.
The
Prime Minister skimmed the report. It was hard to get girls at or
beyond puberty for the program. They had trouble just treating sex as
sex, and tended to get emotional about it. Mr. Dennison hypothesized
that at that age, with their own sex drives kicking in, they
instinctively wanted a single man, not to take it from a lot of
different ones.
Martina was described, though not named, but
they made it clear she was rare -- and the most highly paid child in
the history of the Program.
It was hard for the program to
accommodate the men who wanted a girl in early puberty and just wanted
sex. When the men wanted marriage it was much easier. And for a lot of
men, marrying a 12-year-old was the dream of their lifetime. Families
from ordinary backgrounds were often very interested in a foreign-born
husband who was an accomplished professional. They went on dates, and
the girls were often easily swept off their feet by a smart, kind man.
Although
the men were most attracted to the girl in early puberty, usually it
worked out fine in the long run. Having already established an
emotional bond and a satisfying sex life, the attraction held even as
the girl grew into a woman. They screened in advance for girls who
would be likely to remain relatively thin and small-chested as adults
based on their relatives.
Babies came. Pedophiles made good family men.
The
earlier "marriages" of men to prepubescent girls tended to converge
smoothly with these new, more serious marriages as the prepubescents
grew into the same age range.
Rajiv
was going to lose his job when the plant closed. He heard the rumors
about Belithia. He had three little girls -- ages 7, 5, and 2 -- and
everyone agreed they were beautiful.
He took them and his wife
on the 2-hour bus ride to the city. They would enjoy seeing the sights.
But the main reason was to bring them to the Belithian consulate.
The consul looked over his girls and gave a warm smile.
Yes,
Belithia did have a guest worker program with a route to citizenship.
Yes, his three girls seemed like top candidates for guest workers. If
they passed some tests, they would be eligible -- would they like to
take the tests right now? A medical exam and a couple interviews,
that's all they needed.
All three passed. Yes, Belithia would
grant them visas, and if they posed for pictures right then, the
consulate could expedite their Indian passports. The consulate would
cover their airfare. Pack up and be ready to go in 2 weeks. The
consulate would send a private car to pick them up in their village.
Pedophiles
were flooding into Mountain Valley, which by now was shorthand for the
entire area. Belithia had lots of children, but only a fraction were
interested. Of those, some didn't pass the psychological tests, and
some were just not very attractive.
Belithia needed to import little girls and boys to meet the demand.
Fifteen years passed. Belithia became a hub of innovation, industry and wealth, rivaling and surpassing Silicon Valley.
Lucy
Brown was assigned to research and write an in-depth retrospective on
how it all happened. She looked for interesting cases, and caught up
with Ken and Julia, the brother/sister pair.
"So, you were a
famous and popular pair when you were younger. Men were eager to see
the two of you have sex, but then you dropped out of view. What
happened?"
Julia said, "It was funny how it happened. I started
puberty, and I didn't enjoy doing it with Ken any more. Then it was
worse than not enjoying it, I felt icky. But it was obviously something
the men enjoyed a lot. So I went to a counselor, and she said I wasn't
alone. There's this thing called Westermarck -- brothers and sisters
aren't sexually attracted to each other. Prevents inbreeding. What's
become clear in Belithia, they say, is that it doesn't kick in until
puberty. Kids don't really have a sex drive before then, so it doesn't
usually matter."
"So of course we stopped. I was disappointed at
first," said Ken. "But 6 months later, when puberty kicked in for me, I
realized I didn't want to do it with her any more either."
Lucy said, "So, how does it feel looking back on what you did before?"
Julia
said, "It was fine. I was having sex with lots of grown men, and it
worked out well Ken was my brother. We started getting along a lot
better after we started screwing each other."
Ken said, "I
wasn't having sex with any other girls, I was just helping the men to
feel good. That was fine, but it was just a job. When puberty hit, I
didn't want to do it with Julia any more, but I sure wanted to do it! I
knew how good it was and went looking for other girls. I did it with a
couple other girls in the Program, but just as a one-time thing. They
weren't interested really -- partly because they were doing it with men
all the time. I aged out of the Companions Program at age 16 and
started hanging out with the ordinary local kids more. And I found
girls there -- lots of girls to have sex with."
"You weren't very nice to some of them," his sister said.
"I
guess I wasn't, you're right. Anyway, I got a job in the shipping
department of Belithia Biotech and it suits me. I settled down with
Alexa when I was 22."
Lucy turned to Julia. "What about you?"
"I
went back to just having sex with men after the brother/sister act
folded. But a year later that started bothering me too. There was this
one guy Mark, one of my regular customers, and I'd really look forward
to doing it with him, but I didn't like to do it with the others. And
then when Mark stopped coming to see me I missed him a whole lot. The
same counselor who'd helped me see what was going on with Ken helped me
out again. She said I was one of those one-man girls. So I started
going on dates instead of just fucking." She laughed. "And most of them
were really nice, but the one I really hit it off with was Thom. I
became his regular girl. I was 13 by then. At 14 we got married. We
held off having kids for a while, but I had Molly when I was 17, and
Jeff when I was almost 19."
Lucy asked Ken, "What about you and children?"
"We've got a fertility problem. But we're thinking of adopting."
Lucy
took a deep breath. "So, you both had very unusual childhoods, but it
seems you've landed on your feet. How does it feel, looking back?"
"It feels fine," said Julia. "We knew we were doing something really important, and the men appreciated us so much." Ken nodded.
"What about the idea that you were selling your bodies -- prostitution."
Ken
shrugged. "These men -- the pedophiles -- can't have sex any other way.
Little boys don't naturally want to be sexy with men, so there has to
be something else in it for them. They also kept us shielded from the
money part to a considerable extent. It wasn't like I would get a new
game for doing it with an extra couple guys."
"Or cookies, or dolls," said Julia.
"We
knew our family was better off because of what we did," said Ken. "Once
I got bored with it and just stopped doing it. People would kind of
suggest I go back to it, at least the kind where I didn't touch them --
like I could just rub myself and let them watch. But I didn't want to
do that either. But then it came around to one of those Appreciation
Things. I think that one was a ride in a helicopter and landing on the
ship. And I wasn't eligible any more. That made me change my mind."
"So you went back to doing sex as a quid pro quo."
"Well,
I guess. But it wasn't all that different from other things. I couldn't
just stop doing my homework, right? Or making my bed or taking the
trash out -- that was my chore. At least I had a choice about jerking
off for the men -- and we all knew it wasn't traumatic for me. So I
went back to it."
"So is there anything different about you now, do you think? Different from what you'd be like if you'd never been Companions?"
Ken thought a moment and shook his head.
Julia
said, "Some things are different for me. At first when I was with Thom
I wanted sex more than he did, because I was used to it. He did it a
bit more than he probably really wanted to, and I also realized I could
just masturbate too. But there was more later. Remember, Thom was a
pedophile."
Lucy nodded.
"That meant that as I got older
and started looking like a woman, he wasn't so interested any more.
We'd do it in the dark, and I'd use a little girl voice, and that
helped a little. He asked if he could have sex with a little girl too.
I didn't like that idea one bit! But it wasn't like he surprised me --
I knew I was marrying a pedophile. But we came up with a compromise
that works pretty well. There's this girl Zoe next door who's not part
of the program. She's 6 and she's really cute. So she comes over to
play sometimes. Thom's there watching. She sits in his lap sometimes,
which makes me a little uneasy, but I can't keep the girl away from him
very well."
"Why does it make you uneasy?"
"Because he's
getting pleasure out of touching her actual body, even though she
doesn't know it. But one thing Zoe and I do is lots of dress-up. So
Thom gets to look up her skirt -- I arrange her that way sometimes, and
steal a look at him and stick my tongue out. And in the dress-up I
include trying on different pairs of panties. And he gets to see her
stepping in and out of different panties, on full display. Anyway,
right after Zoe goes we head to the bedroom. I blindfold him and talk
in Zoe's voice, and he's like an animal -- such strong desire. And I
accept his urgent desire -- I let him get a little rough with me, even
-- and I like it, even if he's kind of pretending I'm someone else."
"Interesting," said Lucy.
"And one other thing, though I'm a little bit ashamed of it." She looked at Ken.
"It's OK, it's really understandable," he said.
"It's
Molly. She's cute and outgoing, and I just sort of assumed she'd be
like me and want to be a Companion. But she doesn't. Just isn't
interested. I keep giving these subtle hints, and then Thom told me
they're not so subtle, so I try to just accept her the way she is. A
girl who doesn't want to do anything sexual. Presumably her interest
will kick in when she reaches puberty, but until then... until then,
she's just who she is."
Ken said, "Like most girls have always been, through history."
Julia smiled and sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Ken said, "And there's always Jeff. We don't know about Jeff, right?"
John's
brain hurt. The company was on the verge of making carbon capture two
orders of magnitude cheaper, but they had been on the verge for months.
His group was at the heart of the problem, and he was at the heart of
the group. All the pieces were there, if only someone could fit them
together. No one could. A couple people tried to demonstrate that it
was impossible, but there was always a hole in the argument. Perhaps
the key was in those holes -- in what they had in common.
He
sighed and headed off to a Companion Office for his prearranged date.
Little Michiko and Katya and Sarah and Christina couldn't help him find
the solution, but they could restore his spirits. The four girls were
all 5 years old -- all born within a few months of each other,
actually. He'd been on dates with them all individually and built up a
rapport, brought them gifts, shown them things. And yes, he'd also
taken his sexual satisfaction with each of them.
Such girls were
beauty, purity, goodness, light. And he adored them for that. But they
also had their panties, their slits, and carefully hidden away within,
their vaginas. He had between his legs a pair of testicles and a hard,
stiff delivery vehicle for sperm. He had a fierce desire to force that
vehicle into vaginas and unload the sperm. This was natural and right
and part of being a robust male. If grown women had aroused him, it
would have been part of a healthy if relentless desire to reproduce.
But it was the 5-year-olds that made his heart soar. It was a miracle
of the age that here in Belithia, the slits in the panties of many
small girls held a surprise -- a vagina stretchy enough to accept his
sperm delivery vehicle. Just as important, the girls were familiar with
men using their vaginas in this way, and if it could make a man like
John happy, they were delighted to offer them. Above he beheld their
angelic beauty and communicated with soft kisses, caresses, and words.
Down below, panties and underpants removed, his stiff cock made a much
more earthy request of the delicate little labia. They said yes, they
spread wide apart, and his penis forced its way into a channel as wet
and hot and supple as any woman's, and even a little tighter. And down
there, the resilient mysterious tube of flesh could handle his deepest
thrust and his fastest rhythm. It spread to accept a deep intrusion,
but closed up just as fast when he withdrew, lovingly caressing his
glans on the way out as well as the way in. For the girl, the message
from the earthy realm between her legs up to the angel above was that a
big, hard man prong was doing its vigorous thing inside her, and it
felt kind of warm and nice. For him, down below he was intent on rude,
rough intrusion and conquest, low carnal pleasure capped with animal
ecstasy as his spurts did their damnedest to impregnate. He could
thrust and stab and grunt and deliver in the 5-year-old vaginas. That
they provided only the illusion of fertility did not make them
unsatisfying to his lowly beast fucking away with abandon. Up above, he
loved the purity of the angels, their delicate contours, perfect skin,
open and frank minds, and the love they offered in a little girl sort
of way, without great subtlety but also without guile. Their perfect
girliness was a perfect match to his desires up above, while their hot
little vaginas gave ultimate satisfaction to that other part of him. He
fucked the hell out of them. They didn't understand the source and
ferocity of his desire the way a woman would, but they accepted the
frantic treatment he gave their vaginas easily enough and were glad in
their own child-sized loving way to make him happy. It did not sully
their angelic aspects.
And so he had fucked the vaginas of each
of the four little girls while loving the rest of them with purity and
infinite tenderness. And he'd played with them in pairs and threesomes.
Today was the first time he had all four together.
They were
delighted to see him. He suffered most gladly a flurry of giggles and
hugs and lightly brushing hair and limbs that rubbed against him. He
beheld each little girl's precious face in turn and tenderly kissed her
lips. One after another, he slid a hand between thighs to find the girl
slit at their junction. Clothes vanished. The girls caressed and kissed
his man stuff and in no time his phallus was stiff and hot and ready to
go.
One after the other he got his girls to lie back with legs
spread wide so he could sniff and lick and nibble and lick each small
pussy. The others snuggled against him or caressed him. Then it was
time for two girls at a time with legs spread wide. He licked Michiko
while Sarah nibbled his ear. Down below, Christina guided his cock to
Katya's pussy. After surging in, he glided in and out, loving her
texture and heat. But as his tongue explored the opening to Michiko's
vagina, he felt compelled to transfer his penis there. The girls
shifted around and Katya guided his shaft into the little Japanese girl
-- wet and tight. If he were blindfolded, his cock would instantly know
which vagina it had penetrated -- they were all different. He worked a
finger into Christina's feminine opening while Sarah sucked his fingers
alluringly. Her mouth working over his intruding fingers reminded him
of her pussy, and he suddenly had to get his cock into Sarah. But then
as he felt the inside of Christina with his finger, he was compelled to
replace finger with cock.
"I wonder which of our little toilets
he's going to pee in today?" asked Sarah. Others responded, "Ewww!",
"It's not pee!", "Yeah, but it's fun to think naughty about it",
"They're not toilets", "They kind of are!", on and on.
"What next, John?" asked Katya.
Michiko nibbled his ear, knowing he loved that.
"You
know what I wish?" he asked. "I wish I had four penises so I could be
in all of you at the same time and ejaculate in every one!"
"But you have to pick one," said Katya solemnly. "At least one to do first."
He knew he had to make a decision. "Sarah," he said. "I want to ejaculate in Sarah -- if that's OK?"
"Course it's OK," she said. "I love feeling you get so happy in there."
As
he mounted Sarah and pressed his cock into her deep, Michiko said, "We
can pretend, right?" He felt her taking the middle finger of his left
hand and sliding it up into her pussy!
"What did you do?" asked
Katya. "Oh, I see! Let me do that too!" And the middle finger of his
right hand was inside Katya. "And I can poke it in and out too," she
said, doing it.
Michiko said, "Right, yeah I can do it too."
That
left him without hands to hold himself up, but Sarah was on it, putting
hands on his chest, holding part of his weight. She said, "You two can
pretend, but I've got his real thing up inside me for real, and it's
way bigger and feels nice!"
"What can I do?" asked Christina sweetly.
"Uh, go sit up there above Sarah, and spread wide, spread your lips wide too, and... and..."
He was fucking away in Sarah with greater urgency. He couldn't hold off much longer.
"And... and..."
'What?"
"Give me a nice little smile."
"Oh, OK," she said -- and smiled.
Michiko
nibbled his left ear and held his middle finger up tight inside her
pussy deep. Katya nibbled his right ear and slid the other middle
finger in and out.
"Oh, God, girls! You're all so fantastic. This is all so great. Oh, I love you all to pieces!"
His thrusts into Sarah were strong and deep, and he was approaching climax.
"You gonna make naughty in Sarah's pussy?" asked Michiko softly.
He nodded dumbly.
"Give her a whole bunch!" said Katya. "Sploosh it way up inside!"
"Oh, ahh, wow, uhhhh, oh God," he said, his body on the edge. And Christina's smile touched him deeply.
Then Sarah's hands on his chest clutched and he felt 10 sharp little nails at the same time her pussy squeezed tight.
"Nnnnhhhhhhrrggggg!"
he vocalized as he came, convulsing and firing streams of man stuff way
up inside little Sarah. He felt the nibbles on his ears, the
encouraging whispers, the vaginas that had captured his middle fingers.
And right in front of him, Christina held her pussy lips open.
And at that moment, some little thing jarred in his mind, some tiny little tweak. Something related to the work problem.
When
he'd disgorged his entire load in Sarah, he relaxed and the girls let
him down and rotated him onto his back, snuggling against him.
"You really liked that, I bet," said Michiko.
"You wonderful man," said Christina.
Sarah
was upright on her knees above him. "Let's see what you did," she said,
working her middle finger up inside of her. A milky blob came out with
the finger.
"Oh, you were so naughty!" she said.
"Sorry. Or I guess not really," said John, smiling.
"I want some of it for MY pussy," said Katya, and took a little from Sarah's finger. The other two girls did the same.
"There! Now there's some of your sperm swimming around in each of us!" said Christina.
He
enjoyed the naked little bodies, the delicate hair, the friendly
chatter, small limbs protruding this way and that. He enjoyed the
afterglow.
And then the little insight popped up again. Yes,
that's how it would work! Carbon capture, 100 times cheaper. Finally, a
way to combat climate change effectively.
He stole a glance in
turn at each of the four perfect little faces. A better world for your
children, he thought. And he was happy.
But his cock was growing hard again, and he could imagine oh so vividly how Katya's pussy would feel as he surged into it...