http://www.mrdouble.com Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 7287 Date: 17 Dec 94 03:22 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST The Gangster 1/3 (mf,nc,teen) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy ! THE GANGSTER "Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks," stammered the terrified Don Wagner. He tentatively sat down on the sumptuous leather couch in the living room of the penthouse suite. Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city. He had a very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens didn't even know his name. But he controlled most of the drugs distribution in the state. He was born Luigi Borowicki to a poor Polish couple living in Wollongong and early in his teens decided that intimidation and bullying was a better way to earn a living than wielding a pick in the mines the way his poor stupid father had done for forty years. And then when he'd died in the mine collapse the company had paid his mother a lousy two grand and kicked her out of their rented company house. The sixteen year old Luigi was so mad he went round to the mine owner's house to beat him up. Luigi had had a good education into the tactics of fighting, and he was very strong. But the mine owner was away in Sydney with his wife. Instead, his eighteen year old daughter, Imogen was there with her boyfriend, frolicking in the pool by themselves. Frustrated because the target of his rage wasn't there, Luigi lashed out at the next best thing. He beat the boyfriend to a pulp breaking both his legs and knocking out five of his teeth, and tied him up. Next he stripped the pretty Imogen naked, tearing her expensive designer clothes off her shapely teenage body and fucked her senseless, in her cunt, her virgin arsehole, and then pissed into her mouth, making her swallow the whole lot. "Tell your daddy this is what happens to mine owners who couldn't give a stuff about the people who work their arses off for him," he sneered as he wiped his cock clean with the shattered girl's long glossy hair. He walked out of the huge mansion and back to the tiny house they were going to have to leave in a couple of days, only to find his poor wretch of a mother breathing her last breath as the last of her blood ebbed from the deep cuts in her wrists into the bath. Luigi felt rage in every bone in his body at being left alone through no fault of his own. He felt the whole world was against him, and something snapped in him. From that moment on, he seemed bent on teaching the world a lesson - that they couldn't mess with Luigi Borowicki and get away with it. He turned his back on his dead mother, walked out of the house and apart from the funeral he never went back there again. He walked the streets for ages that night, wondering why the world had dealt him such a cruel blow, until he finally broke into a house on the outskirts of Wollongong. It was a very well-to-do household and he drew his flick knife and menaced the couple who lived there until they gave him money. Again, he tied up the man and made him watch while Luigi stripped his wife naked and made her masturbate for him with an enormous candle that was on the mantlepiece. Then, just inches from the helpless man, Luigi fucked his wife in the arse, then in her cunt, pulling his cock out of her and spraying his spunk over the pair of them. The woman orgasmed as Luigi rammed a broomhandle up her arse and a coke bottle up her cunt. He laughed as the husband showed his outrage at his wife's enjoying the raping, and he stopped at the front door to piss on the carpet and up the walls. After that, Luigi changed his name to Paul Lance, to help eliminate the background of migrant working class oppression and since so many people could identify him. He went to Kings Cross and with brutal efficiency quickly showed the underworld types there that he could be a top class enforcer. In no time he was accepted to the personal staff of the main drug distributor for NSW, as bodyguard and persuader, a job he excelled at, because the good looking twenty year old Paul Lance enjoyed beating people senseless and brutally raping women. Paul's harsh command of the seedier parts of Sydney, punctuated with the occasional disappearance of any assocates and friends who might represent a threat to his ambition meant that within a couple of years he was running a string of thirty prostitutes and operated four strip clubs as an equal partner with the head of the Police Drug squad. As a sideline business, he organised kidnappings of girls and boys in Asia, sometimes even as young as 9 or 10 years old and sold them in Australia and in the USA as playthings or gave them to the cops as bribes. He ruled his growing empire with a rod of iron. No-one was ever allowed to deviate an inch from his instructions, and even minor transgressions were punished severely, often with the life of the transgressor, extracted painfully and slowly. Once, a stripper and part time prostitute refused a request of one of the Kings Cross policemen who was Paul's employee. He had told her to lick his arse clean after he'd had a shit and she had told him to go and get fucked. Paul was affronted and said that disobedient behaviour wouldn't be tolerated. He closed the strip club and brought in a bikie gang who was part of his heroin distribution network in the western suburbs and they stripped her naked, held her down and raped her repeatedly for 24 hours. And they weren't at all gentle about it. By the time they were finished with her, she was at death's door. Paul laughed as they threw her, battered and naked into the alley behind the Police station where she died of a heroin overdose. So this was the charming man who offered Don Wagner a seat over looking the harbour with the beautiful white sails gliding serenely over the shimmering water. "I haven't seen you for a while, Don," Paul began after they'd both been given a large scotch by a striking 14 year old Thai girl in a maid's uniform. "I was sorry to hear that you and your pretty wife Branda had separated." He clicked his fingers and the girl went and stood quietly beside the bar. "Thank you Mr Lance, that's the way life goes sometimes. She got the house and the girls but I'm getting by though." "Good, good. And how are your three delightful daughters?" "They're very well, thank you for asking, Mr Lance. Kylie started high school last year and she's been selected for the state gymnastic team, and the twins, Jodie and Amy just started high school this year." "Good heavens Don how they've grown. How old are they now?" Paul snapped his fingers again and the Thai girl walked over and stood beside him. Without taking his eyes off Don Wagner, Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt and fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the rooting he'd given her an hour earlier. ... Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt and fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the rooting he'd given her an hour earlier. "Do you like her?" Paul asked, "This is Ling Mai. I got her a few years ago in Thailand and I've been lending her out to some people I owe favours to. I think I'll keep her here for a while now. She's very obliging and completely obedient. I'll let you fuck her one day if you like." Don thought the idea of sticking his cock up the pretty Thai girl was about the most delicious thing he could imagine. He hadn't had any sex at all since his wife kicked him out. He'd even started fantasising about his own lovely daughters lately. "That's very kind of you Mr Lance. I'd like that. My Kylie's thirteen and the twins are twelve, Mr Lance." "For heaven's sake," Paul was all charm and light at the moment, but Don Wagner was under no illusions about the way the conversation was going to turn and he wished the man would get on with it. "the next thing you know they'll be getting married! Anyway, to get to business." Paul Lance's face hardened. "Suppose you tell me what happened last night, Donny baby?" "Well you see, Mr Lance, I was ambushed. I didn't know the cops would be there. I thought they were your cops ... " "You lost a million dollars worth of heroin, Donny my friend, my heroin that I paid a lot of money for." "Yes, but it wasn't my fault! They were waiting and..." "Shut the fuck up!!" Paul shouted. "You lost me a million dollars and I've got commitments to satisfy. Go and get a million dollars and bring it here by five o'clock tonight." Paul's cock was swelling with the erotic feeling of the young girl's slippery cunt gripping his fingers, so he signalled to another girl, a pre-pubescent dark haired indian girl of 12 he'd bought in a deal with some heroin a year ago who wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him, pulled his cock out of his pants and popped it into her practiced mouth and started sucking him off. "Mr Lance, I couldn't find that sort of money by five o'clock! I need time. I'd have to sell my house." "I don't give a fuck what you have to do. I have to meet my own commitments. Now you fuck off and get me my money. Be back here at five o'clock sharp or I'll send my boys to get you, and you know what that means, don't you." Don Wagner was absolutely petrified now. He most certainly did know what it would mean if he didn't arrive there by five o'clock. He'd be cut up into little pieces - slowly - and disposed of in a building site. He'd have a lump of concrete for a grave. But if he did arrive on time and didn't have the money he wouldn't have much better prospect s either. He was pale and quivering in fear as he rode the lift down the building to the street. The last sight he saw as the lift doors closed was Paul Lance lying the pretty young asian girl on her back on the floor and prodding the head of his cock between her smooth slick hairless cuntlips. The indian girl was squatting by his head holding her little black maid's skirt up and offering him her cunt to lick. Paul pressed a button under the table just to his right and immediately a door opened off to the far end of the room. He didn't pause at all in his fucking of the girl as a large man dressed in a uniform entered. "Robert, pick Don Wagner's daughters up from school this afternoon and bring them here. Don't take no for an answer, and you'd better take Warren with you just in case they are reluctant. And they are not to be harmed or interfered with in any way, is that clear?" The chauffeur was disappointed at not being able to have any fun with the girls, but he knew better than to say anything. "Yes Mr Lance. Is that all? " "Bring the older one Kylie up here and put the others in Frank's care in the basement until I want them. Now fuck off," Paul said as he shot his spunk up the little Thai girl's clinging slit. +++++++++++ "Have you done exactly as I asked?" Paul asked his chauffeur and persuader at ten to five that afternoon. "The younger two are in the basement downstairs, Mr Lance. Are you sure we can't have a little fun with them?" "I said no, you fucking idiot. Now don't ask again. Have you prepared them the way I told you?" "Yes Mr Lance." "Good. Now get out until I call you." At five o'clock exactly the lift motor whirred and the doors opened as Don Wagner walked into the room. He was carrying a briefcase, but he had a very worried expression on his face. Paul was pleased at that because he was looking forward to what he had planned for this drug courier who had been so stupid as to let the fucking cops get their hands on some of his stuff. "Good evening Don, my friend," the malevolent Paul said, with a broad pleasant smile on his face. "Come in and make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?" Don knew the smile was only to try and unnerve him, he'd seen this show of bonhommie many times before, frequently just before the most horrific and brutal punishment was meted out to some poor wretch. He also knew better than to turn down any invitation of the evil Paul Lance, even one so inoccuous as a drink. As Robert gave him his scotch, Paul Lance continued. "Did you manage to get the million you owe me, Donny boy?" "Well, Mr Lance, I've got half a million here in this bag, and I've had to mortgage my house again and the money from that won't be ready until the morning. I can get the rest for you in full by then. Is that OK Mr Lance?" Don Wagner's voice quavered with the fear he felt in every bone of his body. Mr Lance was not used to people failing to do as they were told, even such tall orders as this. "Well, Don, I am pleased you've seen the sense of things and arranged the million dollars. It would be a sad thing for me to have one of my most trusted lieutenants fail me. I am glad you have acknowledged your responsibilities." Don was immensely relieved at this and breathed a sigh of relief. However his relief was short lived, as the crime boss continued. "However I am also disappointed that after all these years together you have let me down on the aspect of punctuality. You know as well as I do that being on time -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 7292 Date: 17 Dec 94 03:27 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST The Gangster 2/3 (mf,nc,teen) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy ! Despite being near to cumming, Robert showed the discipline that had endeared him to Paul years ago by pulling his cock out of Kylie's warm moist sucking mouth and taking her hand off his balls and her fingers out of his bumhole. He walked across the room with his rigid pole waving in front of him and spoke into the intercom. Almost before Robert had returned his dick to its welcome home in Kylie's mouth, the outer door opened and the two young girls entered, still wearing the maids uniforms they had been wearing when Kylie's father first saw them earlier in the day. They solemnly walked across the room to stand beside their master and silently let him put his hands up their dresses to feel their smooth cunts. As Robert had Kylie kneel on the floor in front of them so he could fuck her tiny cunt from behind, Paul told his two young slaves that his cock was dirty and needed cleaning. Immediately the girls fell to their knees and started licking and sucking at his crotch, cleaning it and worshipping it at the same time. "Indira, I want a piss. Get your mouth over my cock and drink it." The girl plainly didn't like to drink his piss, but that didn't persuade Paul at all. A good slave will do everything she's told to do without hesitation or complaint. As Ling Mai kept on licking his balls, Paul slapped Indira very hard indeed, sending her careering across the floor in a very undiginified fashion. "I told you Indira, never to question my commands but to carry them out exactly and immediately. You are lucky I am feeling very mellow or I would punish you very severely. Do you want me to get Robert and the boys to fuck your arse all night again?" She was plainly terrified at this suggestion and shook her head vigorously. Well get over here and do as you're told. The poor young girl stood up shakily and returned to the couch where Paul was reclining like an old-time potentate. Indira took his cock in her hand and put her mouth around the head and waited for the stream of hot piss to start. Ling Mai, you do my arsehole," he said as he lifted his legs high into the air to give the little Thai girl access to his rear. Kylie, kneeling on the floor but looking over her shoulder at the scene as the chauffeur pounded at her cunt was astounded that the girls would do such perverted and filthy things. She had thought she was pretty outrag eous, but she'd never thought of drinking piss! There was silence in the room now, except for the sounds of Robert's fat cock sloshing around in Kylie's wet cunthole, and the slurping sounds of Ling Mai lapping at Paul's arsehole. Suddenly there was another sound. It was very quiet, a tiny sound, but it was the sound of Indira drinking as fast as she could, swallowing the piss of her master so that not a drop spilled out onto his belly. She knew if she let any fall out she'd probably be treated as the toilet again for the whole household. When she had been bought from her impoverished parents in India for the equivalent of $100, Indira was one of a group of a dozen girls and boys aged between seven and twelve. They were purchased by Paul's courier to be either used in Paul Lance's network or sold into slavery. Young girls were useful for smuggling drugs because the theory was that customs inspectors wouldn't search little girls cunts for contraband. Then they either became highly valuable merchandise to sell as slaves or to work in Paul's top secret brothels for paedophiles in Queensland and Sydney, or to join Paul's personal retinue of sex toys. Since their cunts had to be opened up to stick the condoms containing the heroin up, the courier had the job of breaking them in. This was the best part of the job for Ravi. He would have done the job for nothing just to get the chance to fuck girls all day. He enjoyed the things he had to do, and took a pride in sorting out the good ones from the bad ones. He had a sadistic streak in him, and he was a little bit sad that he couldn't really go to town on the more uppity ones, but Mr Lance wouldn't tolerate him wasting any of his money by marking a beautiful piece of cunt. But just once in a while Ravi used his own money to buy a girl. He would rape and torture the poor wretch mercilessly, eventually throwing her battered and unidentifiable body into a river to be carried away with the dozens of other bodies found in Pakistan each year. He took his newly purchased children to a disused warehouse he rented for the purpose. First, he separated the pretty girls from the plain ones then locked the pretty ones in a cage for safe keeping. Wishing to savour the pretty ones for later, he dealt with the plain ones first . He would strap them all into a frame he had built in the warehouse which rendered them immobile then he would open up their cunts, either by fucking them if he felt like it, or more usually by jabbing a smooth stick or a dildo up them. He ignored their pleas for mercy, because they gave him a hard-on. Once in a while a girl would complain too much or cry a little too loudly so just for fun and as an example to the others he would whip her until her blood ran onto the floor. This usually had the desired effect of terrorising the others into being meek and obedient, even if it meant sacrificing one of his girls. He couldn't go bringing a little girl through customs with welts and injuries all over her, so he would have to sell her to an Indian or Pakistani brothel. With any luck she might last a year of maybe two of ten-times a day fucking. The boys were saved for a party he held each trip in Rawalpindi. He paid off the local police who kept the heroin supply lines open with regular drunken parties in a local cafe. They would close the cafe for the night, and Ravi's boys would be the waiters. They usually weren't much good at serving the tables, but that didn't matter. By the time most of the tables were into their second bottle of wine the clothes were coming off and cocks were being played with. Sooner or later, (usually sooner) one of the waiter boys would be grabbed by a drunken policeman and thrown over the table where the others would all yank his clothes off, hold him down and fuck his arse and mouth until he was red raw. By midnight, everyone would be naked and all the boys would have numerous loads of cum up their arses. One highly popular game was the cum bath, where the youngest boy would have to lie on the table so eveyone could see his stiff little cock and fondle it when they liked. The cops would gather round him and the boys would have to jerk them all off until the spunk showered into the air covering the boy from head to foot. Then they'd make the boys lick their comrade clean while they had their arses fucked. The highlight of the evening would be the game of 'pass the parcel', where the most popular boy would be passed round a circle, having each cock jabbed up his arse. As each man shot his spunk he had to leave the game, until there was only one man left. He would then be allowed to pick two of the boys to keep for his own playthings until Ravi came around on his next trip. Ravi never took the boys back, however because they were almost always totally used up and worthless for his purposes by then. That policeman would have used and abused him and lent him out to his friends continuously for a couple of months. While Ravi loved that part of his job, the times he relished most of all was training the prettiest or cutest young girls. It would take a month sometimes, because he would take one or two young girls to his motel room, tie them to his bed naked, and rape them repeatedly for two days. In Indira's case he had brought his local contact in - a grubby toothless Pakistani and let him fuck her and take photographs of her with sperm running out of her slick smooth cunt. ...he had tied her to the bed and raped her repeatedly in his motel unit for two days. Then he had brought his local contact in and let him fuck her... Once Paul saw Indira he picked her out of the group of little couriers and he made her parade in front of him and all his friends completely naked, showing them her private parts. They all fucked her and made her display herself for them, and then told her that as part of her training she was to be their little toilet girl for a few weeks. They'd made her drink their piss, lick their arseholes clean after they'd had a shit, even drink the piss of guests while they sat at the diner table and carried on eating their meal. . They'd made her climb up on top of the dining table at parties and piss into a big bowl, then they'd pissed into it themselves, and made her dip her glass into the concoction and drink it down. Indira had hated they way she'd been treated, but knew nothing else so it never occurred to her to rebel in any way. Ling Mai was the same. She had never known any other way of life either, so she meekly did as she was told and accepted whatever punishment Paul meted out to her as part of life. She lapped away at his dirty arsehole thankful in her naivety that she had such comfortable surroundings and such lovely clothes. She knew nothing of the way other people lived. She hadn't been a virgin since she was five, when her brother sold her cherry to a German businessman for fifty dollars. She was fucked pretty regularly after that in Bangkok - by her brother, her father, and by the paying customers they took her to. Normally they rented her out for a night, but sometimes she had to go with the men on longer trips of up to a week. By the time Paul bought her outright aged ten, she was a seasoned whore. The little she didn't know about lust and depravity when she came to Australia, she soon learnt at the hands of the drug boss and his cronies. +++++++++ While Ling Mai, Indira and Kylie were obligingly sucking, licking and fucking Robert and Paul upstairs in the penthouse, the twins Jodie and Amy were taking quite a different approach downstairs in a basement room beneath the building. The three girls had willingly got into the LTD limousine that picked them up, because they knew Robert, and had driven with him before. He'd told them their father had arranged for him to pick them up because he had ben delayed in a meeting. They'd got nervous however when they caught him leering and adjusting his swelling cock in his pants as he looked at them in the driving mirror. But by then it was too late, the car was zooming towards the inner Sydney office block where Paul Lance's penthouse apartment was located. They swooped into the private area of the underground car park and Robert had given orders to a bodyguard that Kylie was to be taken upstairs to wait outside the apartment until Mr Lance called for her. The huge guard and their sister disappeared in the lift and the twins felt very vulnerable with the leering and creepy Robert. As though by telepathy they came to the identical conclusion simultaneously, and turned and ran for the ramp to the street. Robert was ready for them though and he caught them before they got twenty paces. He held them roughly by the arm and dragged them to the boiler room and locked the door behind them. He laughed as he walked off jingling the keys as he went. A few hours later, the door opened again and a filthy unkempt man came in. "Good afternoon girls. My name's Frank. I don't have another name. You certainly are sexy little girls aren't you? Are you hungry? Would you like some food?" "We want to go home!" they protested. "Of course you do, and that's just what you'll do, but first your father has to do something for Mr Lance, and you girls have to do something for me. When all those things have been done, you can go home and no harm will have been done. So don't worry. Now do you want anything to eat or not?" "Yes please, we're hungry!" said Amy. "OK then I'll get some food for you, right after you've done what I want you to do. Now take those school dresses off." The girls stood there, open mouthed in amazement. "I SAID GET THOSE FUCKING DRESSES OFF AND I MEAN NOW!!!" he screamed at them. He reached for Jodie's fresh light blue gingham dress and ripped at the buttons, opening it all down the front, then he pulled it off her and threw it into the corner of the room. Amy saw the sense in not angering this maniac any more and lifted her dress over her head. "That's better. Now turn around both of you and let me see how you're developing. ... nice, you're both going to be very beautiful women one day. Now pull those panties down to the middle of your thighs. ... DO IT!" Looking at each other for inspiration in their terror, the 12 year old twins reluctantly put their thumbs into the waistbands of their panties and pushed them downwards until their bums and slick smooth pussies were open to the air. "Good," the dirty man said, "now turn around again and let me look at you. ... again, only slower this time ... great! fucking great you two are truly wonderful to look at. -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 7290 Date: 17 Dec 94 03:26 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST The Gangster 3/3 (mf,nc,teen) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy ! Don was afraid to think of what unspeakable things they had in store for his last daughter. He looked at Jodie wondering how he was going to explain what had happened, when he saw the fire of lust in her eyes. Kylie saw it too. 'Fuck she's only little, but look what they've done to her! She's a dirty whore now just like me and those other two' she thought as she dipped her finger into her cunt and scooped out a dollop of sperm which she fed to her father. At a signal from Paul one of the men went to the door at the back of the room again and returned wheeling a large trolley with a big wooden diagonal cross on it. There, bound spreadeagled and naked was Don's third daughter, the terrified Amy. They wheeled the cross to the centre of the room, turned it around and started taking off the wheels so it would stay put during the games to come. For the first time Amy saw who else was in the room with her. The look of horror on her face was complete, as she saw her father in the easy chair, naked, with his cock buried in the arsehole of her sister Kylie. Then she saw all the other men in the room too, also naked and most sporting big erections, and all leering at her lecherously. Amy struggled, trying to escape her fate, but it was no good - she was bound just as securely as she had been for all those hours since Frank had tied her up. He had been coming back every half hour or so and fingering her cunt and pinching her nipples and showing her his cock as he masturbated in front of her. At one stage he even put his mouth on her cunt and licked her! It tickled nicely, but she thought it was dirty and told him to stop. It didn't do any good though, he just laughed and spat at her cunt before going back to licking her. Now here she was suddenly in front of all these strangers, open and vulnerable. At least there were a few familiar faces - there was Mr Lance and Robert, but that puzzled the young girl too, they were naked and it looked like Robert was sitting on Mr Lance's lap. Amy looked in amazement as Robert moved slightly and she saw that Mr Lance had his stiff cock right up Robert's arse! And Robert seemed to be enjoying it too. Robert called to Indira who bent down and started sucking on his huge rigid organ. Indira's upraised arse was too much for Tony who stood behind her and stuffed his prick into her cunt and started fucking. In the middle of all this activity, Paul Lance, his cock up his bodyguards bum and a cock in each hand, said, "Amy, I'm told you have been disobedient. I cannot allow disobedience to go unpunished, so Arie here will administer a dozen strokes of the cane." Arie, a powerful man like the others picked up a long bamboo cane and walked to where the young girl was tied to the big wooden cross. "This won't take long," he whispered to her, and let her have it. He hit her on the tops of her legs a couple of times, bringing up large red welts and making her scream and sob. He lashed her across her chest, striking her flat tits and making her nipples stand up stiff and inviting. He made sure he didn't hit her twice in the same place, and the last stroke landed fairly and squarely on her wet tickling cuntlips. The poor girl didn't understand why but it made her experience her first orgasm. She screamed loudly and shuddered. Amy's father was embarassed beyond belief - he had got a huge hard-on after watching his naked daughter beaten and had shot another load of spunk up Kylie - in her sloppy sperm- filled cunt this time. Paul told Don Wagner to go and fuck Amy. "NO! NO!" Amy protested loudly, and her father's face said the same thing silently. "Fucking well do what you're told Wagner. I'm sick of your whingeing. You gave me your daughters to save your skin and you're lucky I'm letting you break her in yourself. Would you rather I let the boys at her? Or perhaps Brutus?" "No, Mr Lance, not that. I'll do it. Just give me a little time to get a hard on. I've only just cum." "We can't wait for that. Ling Mai, go and suck him up again." The young Thai expertly had Don's cock hard as a tent pole in a few moments. Then she went back to being fucked by George while she licked Tony's arsehole. She would have preferred to suck his cock, but that was buried in the arsehole of Werner. Don stood beside his young daughter, running his hands over her smooth delicate skin. "It's OK Daddy, I know you have to do it. I might like it. Just be gentle with me," she said lovingly. She saw reluctance in her father's eyes and wanted to encourage him. She knew that the alternative would have been too horrible to imagine. What she didn't realise was the burning lust that was boiling in her father's loins. He hated himself for it, but there was no mistaking his desire. He wanted to fuck his daughter badly. He stood close to her and touched the head of his cock against her side, and as he reached for her cunt with his hand, he leant over to kiss her. It wasn't like any kiss she'd ever had before, not even the exciting ones from Justin Davidson the other day after school when she'd let him put his hand up her dress and feel her cunt in return for doing her math homework. This was a real KISS, and she felt a thrill that made her tingle from her toes to her eybrows. He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue worked its way into her mouth. At the same time his fingers worked their way between her wet juicy cuntlips and immediately Amy was bitten by the same bug as her two sisters had been. She was instantly converted into a slutty whore and couldn't wait for her father to stick his cock into her. "Do it, Daddy, do me now. Don't wait, please," she whispered. Don moved round between the other legs of the frame that held Amy spreadeagled. From here he could look straight up into her cunt and he could see the wetness of her juices as she waited for a cock to fill her. He saw her cunthole spasm as she clenched and unclenched her pelvic muscles and he just knew she was going to be as good a fuck as the rest of her family. He pulled her cuntlips as far apart as he could get them and placed the head of his prick at the entrance to her fuckchannel. He put his hands on his daughter's shoulders to get leverage and thrust into her with all his strength. In a single stroke, her hymen burst and he was in her. His cock surged up her split and Amy bit her lip hard, trying not to give her captors the pleasure of seeing she was in pain. Don paused for a long while, letting his cock soak in the juices of Amy's young cunt. He stood motionless feeling her vagina squeezing his organ deliciously. The magic of the moment was broken when he felt some fingers pulling at his arsecheeks and he looked behind to see Kylie opening his bum so she could lick him. Then Jodie was at his side, taking his hand and putting it between her legs. Don couldn't take any more of that without reacting, so he started to fuck. His cock slithered greasily in and out of Amy's freshly opened cunt and Kylie played with his balls. He hadn't been fucking for more than a minute before he filled Amy's cunt with the seed that had given her life in the first place. He collapsed on top of the young girl as Kylie and Jodie licked their joined genitals. When Don pulled out of Amy's wet cunt, the two girls quickly got in and sucked his sperm out of their sister. They didn't have much time though, because Paul gave the order for a free-for-all and the men grabbed all the girls, threw them on their backs on the floor and took turns fucking them. ...When Don pulled out of Amy's wet cunt, the two girls quickly got in and sucked his sperm out of their sister... All except for Amy of course, who was still bound immobile on the cross and was fucked over and over again as the men lined up for a go up her. While the orgy raged, Paul Lance called Don over to the bar. "Don," he said, "you really want to get out of this business, don't you." "Well, I don't know..." "You don't need to deny it, I know you do. You've wanted to get out for a long time. Well you know you can never get out. But you've been very loyal to me, especially over this last episode, so here's what I'm going to do. Kylie's earned her orgy on the boat, don't you think? Well you go too. Take Indira and Ling Mai with you, and a few of the boys and have a good time. Go anywhere in the world you like and take your time getting back. Then we'll talk about a new role for you perhaps running a couple of my brothels." "Won't you need to have Ling Mai and Indira here with you?" "No, I have a consignment of young Philipino girls coming in in the next few days and I'm going to have fun breaking them in. If you're going outside the twelve mile limit, you might need to prove you have the right to use the boat, so here's a document I've prepared giving you title to it. Don't get all sentimental. I'm not giving her to you. I want that document back when you return. OK?" "Thank you very much, Mr Lance, that's very generous indeed. Would it be all right with you if the girls and I went home soon, we've got a lot to do." "Yeah, I've got a boring High School board meeting in half an hour anyway. Hey everyone! Get your cocks out of those cunts and get dressed. Don here's got to go and he's taking some of you with him." Don Wagner not believing his luck, dressed as quickly as he could and gathered up his girls - he untied Amy, then joined Jodie Kylie, Indira and Ling Mai in the lift to go down to the underground car park where the limousine would be waiting. The girls were still naked and covered in spunk from head to foot but they walked like women now instead of girls. They squeezed into the huge car, touching and feeling each other indecently and giggling at each other. The limousine slinked up the ramp out of the office building into the street and headed towards the Wagner home so they could clean up and pack for their voyage. In an hour they had all showered, packed a few clothes and were on board the enormous ocean-going motor cruiser heading for Sydney heads. As they passed North Head, Don Wagner, feeling like the owner of the yacht with the title deeds and a half a million dollars in the ship's safe and another fifty million dollars of Lance's money salted away in a Swiss bank account, pulled off his speedos and called to Jodie, "Hey Jodie, come here girl, you're the only one here I haven't had a chance to fuck, so get your gear off and spread'em!" The girls all screeched in excitement and threw off their bikinis. Jodie lay on her back on the deck, spread her legs and pulled her cunt lips apart. "Here it is, Daddy, come and get it. Fuck me as hard as you can and then Ling Mai can suck all your spunk out of me." Don fell on top of his lovely daughter and speared her with his prick. +++++++++ At the very instant Don was fucking Jodie for the first time, Paul Lance was being sucked off at the bar by Robert the chauffeur. He reached for the briefcase containing the half-million dollars brought earlier by Don Wagner. He thought he'd better check it was all there, just to be on the safe side. He called to Tony to come and get his dick up his arse. There was nothing he liked better than to fuck while he was counting money. Tony stood behind him jerking on his cock to keep it hard while Paul pulled his arsecheeks open. Paul felt Tony's cock touch his sphincter and he relaxed to let the fleshy rod in. Tony pushed his dick up his Boss until his pubic hair brushed Paul's back, then he started to fuck. As he did so, Robert was sucking on Paul's cock and squeezing his balls. Paul waited to open the case until he felt his nuts ready to explode. He was nothing if not fanatical about money. He wanted to time his orgasm exactly to the time when he first saw all those lovely banknotes. Robert pulled on his own cock as he sucked his Boss's. He came a little too early and his spunk splattered over Paul's legs. Next was Tony, who filled Paul's arse with spunk just as Paul himself felt the sperm rising in his cock to burst into Robert's mouth. At that moment he opened the case. As his spunk splattered the back of Robert's mouth, Paul's brains splattered over the ceiling - or they would have if the ceiling was still there. The bomb was set to go off when the lid of case was six inches open. Don knew that Paul would be looking eagerly at the money, so he wanted him to know he was going to die before the bomb went off. But as it happened, Paul Lance, the brutal drug boss was so intent on his orgasm he didn't notice the trip wire in the lid. The police never did establish the cause of the explosion that ripped apart the penthouse and the top three office floors of the office block and caused a fire which destroyed another six floors. They had no idea how many people died in the blast, because there weren't enough pieces -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1)