This file brought to you by -
http://www.mrdouble.com


"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 las

t 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 indi

an 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 han

ds 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, Pa

ul 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 crim

e 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 
exactly is a virtue that I insist on.  I will spare your life 
Wagner, because you have arranged to refund me the money you 
so carelessly lost, but I am afraid I must discipline you 
beca

use you have failed to meet an important deadline."

"No, NO! I beg you Mr Lance, I couldn't get the money 
any earlier, I'll have it here right after the banks open in 
the morning,  Please you must see the reason in that.    A 
million dollars is a lot of money to raise in a day!" "You 
should have thought of that when you lost my consignment."

"Please, Mr Lance, I beg you to reconsider,  Please!! 
I'll give you anything I have, just don't punish me."  Wagner 
knew Paul Lance was enjoying his deputy's anguish, but he 
didn't have any better ideas. "You snivelling little creep!" 
Paul spat.  "You would give me anything you have, just to 
save your own skin from a hiding is that it?"

"Yes, yes, of course.  Whatever you want, you name it."

"You make me sick, you spineless little prick.  As it 
happens I have some other matters to keep me and the boys 
occupied this evening, so just this once, I'm prepared to 
extend you the courtesy of an extension until ten past ten 
tomorrow morning.  And not a second  later.  Is that clear?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand, Mr Lance.  I'll go to 
the bank as soon as it opens tomorrow and I'll come straight 
here.  Thank you Mr Lance, thank you for understanding, you 
won't regret it I promise you." "I accept your promise on 
your life, Wagner.  Now fuck off out of here.   No wait, you 
might like to meet my friends for this evening before you go, 
would you like that?"

Frankly, Don Wagner just wanted to get out of there, but 
he knew his boss wanted to show him the latest acquisition in 
his stable of sexual playthings.  He'd had his share of 
Paul's girls  himself from time to time, and knew that there 
was no sexual diversion that Paul Lance wasn't able to 
organise.   

Paul Lance pressed a button under the coffee table and 
the door at the end of the room opened.  Robert entered 
looking as menacing as ever.

"Robert, bring the first of our guests in please."  
Robert disappeared and closed the door behind him.  "Don I've 
decided what I want from you, in return for your snivelling 
little hide, as a fine for being late." 

"Yes Mr Lance, wh .. wh... wh... what is it?"  For an 
answer, the door at the end of the room opened again and 
Robert led Kylie Wagner into the room, still dressed 
imaculately in her lightweight school uniform.  She smiled 
when she saw her father, then the smile faded as she realised 
he wasn't all that happy to see her.

"No, Mr Lance, not Kylie, she's only 13 years old,  
she's my daughter!   No you can't!"

"Oh shut up for Christ's sake.  You can have a crack at 
her tomorrow when you bring the rest of the money.  For 
tonight, she'll stay here with me, just to make sure you 
don't change your mind." "But I have changed my mind, Mr 
Lance, don't do this, punish me instead.  Oh Christ, what've 
I done?"

"If you keep this childish performance up I might just 
punish you as well.  But a bargain's a  bargain, and you 
swapped your own comfort for your three daughters, and I 
intend to hold you to it." 

"You've got the twins as well!!  Oh no, not that, no!" 
Don Wagner, seeing the futility of begging for mercy wept and 
made his exit, planning to get even with Lance for this 
outrage.  The irony was completely lost on him that he was 
happy to indulge in all sorts of sex with other girls taken 
or bought from their parents as sex slaves in the past, b

ut now it was his own daughters who were to learn about 
the lustful ways of the powerful Mr Paul Lance!

The troubled drug courier wept uncontrollably as he 
stood in the lift, imagining his three pretty daughters with 
the nasty Paul Lance's cock spearing their cute smooth slits.  
By the time he reached the car he knew what he was going to 
do ...

+++++++++++

"Ah, Kylie, looking pretty as ever.  Come over here and 
stand in front of me where I can get a look at you."  The 
sleazy vice boss was oozing his famous charm once more - his 
threatening manner put back into its box until needed later.  
Kylie's gingham shift dress pressed against her slender 
girl's body as she walked across the huge living room to

wards him.  "You know that uniform is most becoming.  
You are starting to develop into a woman aren't you."

Kylie, not yet realising the peril she was in, was 
pleased at his compliment.  She smiled and thanked him.

"Kylie dear, I think your legs are particularly nice.  
It's a pity your dress covers up so much of them.  Lift it up 
a bit for me so I can see them." Kylie, standing three feet 
from Paul gripped the waist of her dress and lifted it, 
raising the hem up her thighs a couple of inches.

"No, more than that, I want to see all of your pretty 
legs my dear."  His eyes were fixed on her hem as she lifted 
it further, exposing the firm white flesh of her upper thighs 
to him.  He followed it up her legs until she stopped just 
short of her crotch.  

"No, no, that won't do girl, I want to see your legs!  
Now lift your dress up to your waist and stop messing about!"  
Kylie was so shocked at the way he spoke so suddenly, she 
didn't know what to do.  Luckily for her, logic prevailed and 
she didn't try to protest.  She lifted her hands up under her 
tiny budding breasts, and her dress exposed her w

hite panties to her father's boss.  They had ridden up 
into her young hairless crack a little, so the outline was 
plainly visible, a sight which fuelled Paul's lust.  He could 
also see a little spot of yellow in the crotch where a drop 
of piss had stained them.

He reached out and gently ran his hands up the outside 
of her legs from her knees to the legbands of her cotton 
school panties.  Then he ran them down the front, then back 
up the inside of her smooth young thighs.    He reached the 
point where her thighs touched, barring his progress towards 
her virginal slit, and he pressed outwards, silently com

manding her to spread her feet apart.

"Mr Lance, I don't think ... :"

"It's all right Kylie, your father said I could examine 
you and teach you some of the important lessons of being a 
woman.  You do want to be a woman don't you?" "Yes, Mr Lance, 
but ... "

"Well then, don't argue, what your father says is 
important.  He knows you're here, so he must want this to 
happen, don't you think?"  Kylie nodded and relaxed a little, 
although she was still very apprehensive.  He stroked her 
belly, feeling the way the cotton fabric clung close to her 
abdomen, then ran his hands around to her bottom.  The pantie

s had ridden up into her arsecrack a little too, and 
touched her there gently.

Then he put a hand right between her legs and felt her 
slit through the cotton gussett of her panties.  She was 
panting a little, betraying the beginnings of her arousal.

"Has anyone ever touched you here before, Kylie? Now be 
truthful, and you won't get into any trouble, I'm just trying 
to find out what you know already."

"Well, a few times Mr Lance.  Once, last christmas 
holidays when we were camping on the north coast.  I was 
swimming in the river alone and these boys grabbed me and 
pulled my bikini off.  They showed me their things and held 
me while they touched me.  But nothing else happened, I 
promise.  And a few times the boys from school have grabbed 
me in t

he alley on the way home from school and put their hands 
up my dress and touched me.  Once they even made me hold 
their things."

"That's OK Kylie, believe it or not, most girls learn 
about life like that.  It wasn't a very pleasant experience, 
was it?"

"No, it made me all wet and slippery down there."

"But, that's good, it means you're a normal girl.  But I 
mean to teach you how to enjoy that experience, and how it 
can be a lot of fun.  Would you like that?"  He was stroking 
her cunt outside her white panties quite firmly now, and 
rubbing her arse with his other hand.  She was showing some 
signs of arousal and Paul knew she was going to oblige 

him, at least until it was too late to back out.

"I think the first thing we ought to do is get rid of 
the school uniform, don't you think?  Lift your dress over 
your head and take it off."  She stood in front of him 
dressed in just her panties and shoes and socks now.  Paul 
was getting very excited and his cock threatened to burst out 
of his pants.  He reached for the waistband of her panties a

nd pulled them slowly down.

He gasped as her little split came into view.  He had 
seen plenty of cunts in his time, but it never failed to 
excite him to see a new one for the first time, especially 
that of a 13 year old pre-pubescent virgin like Kylie. 

She stepped out of the crumpled white garment as it 
landed on the floor, and Paul decided he'd leave her shoes 
and socks on her.  He preferred her that way.  He asked her 
to move around the room for him, first walking, then running, 
then skipping, and he watched the way her arsecheeks moved 
and the tiny buds of her tits jiggled just enough.

"Your dad tells me you're a gymnast, Kylie, and rather 
good at that, is that true?" "I'm on the state team," she 
replied proudly.  She felt confident now, and wasn't trying 
to cover her nakedness.

"We'll clear this furniture away and you can do your 
floor exercise for me then."  He summoned Robert, who licked 
his lips as soon as he saw the naked 13 year old standing 
there.  The three of them quickly moved all the furniture 
back to the walls, Robert copping a nice feel of Kylie's arse 
in the process, and Robert retired again sporting a huge 

bulge in the front of his pants.

To Paul's command, Kylie did her routine of handstands, 
flips, jumps, tumbles and splits, ending up in a difficult 
double back somersault and landing in the splits.  She was 
facing away from Paul at this point, so he had a fine view of 
her arsehole and into her cunt, already wet and glistening 
with the sweat from her exertion and from the sexual e

xcitement she was feeling.

... he had a fine view of her arsehole and into her 13 
year old cunt, already wet and glistening ...

"Don't you think this is a bit unfair, Mr Lance?"

"How's that, Kylie?"

"Well you have to keep all your clothes on and I'm nice 
and free.  Why don't you take your clothes off too?"

"My thoughts exactly!" the dirty bastard shouted as he 
tore at his shirt.  When he pulled his underpants down, his 
cock burst up hard and hot and Kylie gasped.

"Jesus!" she said, "that's huge!"

"Yeah," said Paul, pleased as punch at the girl's 
reaction, "I bet it's bigger than those little boys you've 
been playing with."

"You bet!.. Can I touch it?"

Paul couldn't believe his ears.  Normally they were 
screaming and shouting for the cops by now, but this little 
cunt was asking to play with his dick. 

"Why don't you do what you do with the boys?" he said, 
curious to see what she'd been up to so far.  He sat down on 
the easy chair and put his legs over the arms.  His cock, 
balls and arsehole were all on display for the 13 year old 
schoolgirl. 

Kylie knelt between his outstretched legs and looked at 
the display in front of her.  She wrapped her little fingers 
around the shaft of his cock and started to jerk him off.  
She was very good at it, and in no time had him nearly ready 
to shoot. "Hold it, you'll have me shooting off too soon.   
Why don't I look at you for a little while?  Get up here on 
the chair and do the same as me."

Kylie spread her legs, making her slick smooth fleshy 
cunt gape for his eager hungry eyes. Paul knelt between her 
thighs and put his fingers into the wet split.

"What did you mean about shooting Mr Lance?" she said, 
panting again with the heat in her tiny cunt.

"Haven't you  ever seen a cock shoot its spunk out?"

"What's that?"

"Jesus, Kylie you really do have a lot to learn.  Spunk 
is the most delicious juice known to humans.  I'll give you a 
taste of some later on.  In the mean time, I'll see how your 
cunt tastes."  He leant forward and flicked his tongue up her 
slit from her arsehole to her hairless mound.

"OOooh WOW! That feels good,  do that again!!"

Paul did more than that, he did more than taste her, he 
made a full meal out of her.  He slurped and slobbered at her 
genitals until she shuddered and had her first orgasm.  Her 
legs went straight up into the air, toes pointed and she bit 
her lip.  Paul felt her virginal cunt gripping on the end of 
his tongue, and her arsehole squeezing his finger

.  When she came down from her first cum, she looked 
shocked.

"Bloody hell, what happened?!?!"

"I think that was an orgasm, Kylie.  Haven't you ever 
had one of those before?"

"No and I want to do it again.  Can we do that again?"

"Yes, of course, we can do that lots of ways.  But first 
I want you to taste some spunk."  He stood up and pointed his 
cock at her mouth.  She didn't need to be told, she opened 
her mouth and popped his prick into it.   She sucked and 
licked at it, as he guided her, and when he came, she 
swallowed his cum, smacking her lips as though she'd eaten t

he best delicacy in the world.

"That was tasty. You are right, Mr Lance, spunk is 
delicious.  Can I have some more?"

"Yes, but you have to give my cock some time to gather 
it's strength."

"Great, then you can do me again!"  She ran across to 
the other side of the room, then ran back towards him doing 
one of her tumbling routines, finishing up with a handstand 
just inches from his feet.  Without touching him, she moved 
so she was facing him upside down on her hands, then spread 
her legs into the splits.  The invitation was plain, so

 Paul Lance bent down and put his mouth onto the 13 year 
old cunt once more, working his agile tongue into the folds 
and sucking as much of her young juices out as he could get.

"Oh I love that.  Put it in deeper, lick me, suck me, 
make me orgasm again.  Please do me!" 

He put his hands on her hips and lifted her without 
taking his mouth off her sex.  He stood up straight and her 
own mouth came directly opposite his growing cock.  She 
opened her mouth and sucked him in again. 

"He carried her twice round the room like that, then 
reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away from her.  Her cunt was 
reluctant to let him go, and tried to cling to his tongue.  
He laid her on the floor. "Now it's time for you to learn 
about the greatest thing of all - even better than sucking," 
he said as he climbed between her thighs.

"Are you going to do it to me?"

"Let's call it by its proper name, Kylie, I'm gonna fuck 
your hot cunt, and fill it full of hot sticky sperm, that's 
what I'm going to do.  I'm going to stick my fat hard cock up 
your fuckhole and screw you." "Ooooh yes, that sounds 
dirty!.. Do it, fuck me, screw my hot wet cunt with your big 
cock, ram it up me. NOW!"

'Jesus, she's learning fast!' he thought as he shoved 
his cock into her virginal cunt.  His swollen cockhead hit 
her hymen and she cried in pain.  He pulled back to the 
entrance to her cunt and rammed back into her with all his 
strength.  As her maidenhead burst and the big fuckshaft 
surged up her twat, Kylie cried out with the pain even louder 
th

an before.  That was the part that Paul loved.  He loved 
to ravish virgins, the younger the better, and this hot 
little slut was certainly hotter than most.  He couldn't wait 
to have a crack at her twin sisters. He fucked her furiously 
until his balls exploded into her, giving her tight clinging 
cunthole its first load of scum.  

He enjoyed her so much, his cock stayed nice and hard.   
He flipped over onto his back and told her to do the splits 
onto his cock.  He held it pointing skywards as she put her 
feet either side of his body and gradually pushed them 
outwards.  Her cunt descended very slowly towards the 
throbbing cockhead that was waiting for it, and just as her 
bar

e cuntlips reached the end of his prick, a drop of his 
spunk dripped out of her and onto the waiting fuckshaft.  

He smeared it all around the cockhead and she continued 
to lower herself onto him.  Down, down, she came until her 
smooth cuntlips touched his belly, his cock up her to the 
hilt.

"I did it!" she called in triumph.  "I got it all up me!  
Now I'm going to fuck you, Mr Lance.  You just lie there and 
let me do the work."

Paul was happy to do as he was told, since Kylie had the 
same idea as he did.  He relaxed on the thick wool carpet and 
watched her perform her gymnastics with his cock up her 
greasy cunt.  The young schoolgirl was a natural slut, she 
was really letting loose.  She was writhing around, pulling 
on her tiny but erect nipples, tossing her head so that

 her long glossy locks rippled over her back.  She was 
speaking to him in a manner that told Paul she knew more 
about fucking than she had let on.  She might well have been 
a virgin when his oozing prick barged its way up her cunt for 
the first time but she knew all the filthy language that the 
boys on the school bus must have taught her.

"YES! FUCK ME!! Fill my cunt with spunk you dirty 
pervert.  Screw me, fill me with cock!"  

Paul was overjoyed that the young girl had turned out to 
be such a willing and promising whore.  He decided this was 
the time to go into the next phase of her education.

The next time she spun round on his cock so her back was 
facing him, he reached out and pressed the buzzer to summon 
Robert.

Robert had been watching on the closed curcuit TV where 
they were recording the whole performance to view later on 
while fucking the Thai girls.  He was naked and his cock was 
already half hard so when he entered the room, Kylie was in 
full flight and too close to orgasm to stop fucking Paul.

"Ah Robert, so good of you to join us," Paul said rather 
matter-of-factly. "I think this fucking little schoolgirl 
whore's hungry.  Give her your cock to suck."

"Yes sir," said Robert, holding his prick in his hand. 
He walked directly to where they were screwing on the carpet, 
and pushed his cock into Kylie's mouth.

Kylie was having more fun than she'd ever had in her 13 
years.  She'd had such a strict upbringing that to break free 
and be as dirty as she liked like this was heaven for her.  
And now, for Christ's sake she not only had a precious man's 
cock up her wet creamy slit, she had another in her mouth 
about to give her a dose of spunk too!  It felt wond

erful to be able to realise all of her very private 
fantasies under the guise of being forced to have sex by this 
gangster and his heavy. Kylie sucked and fucked happily, 
stopping every few minutes to give encouragement to the two 
men - "Fuck me! cum in me! give me your spunk!" 

Feeling the sperm rising in his cock, Paul Lance thrust 
upwards and the lithe and flexible 13 year old did the splits 
over his groin, letting him get the tip of his prick into the 
entrance to her cervix.  Then it exploded,  shooting his 
fuckslime up into her clinging canal.

... go and get Indira and Ling Mai.  They can suck me 
clean while I watch you give this little bitch a proper 
workout...

When he stopped shooting, he pushed the girl off him and 
climbed back onto the couch, his cock dripping with his cum 
and her copious cuntjuices.

"Robert, go and get Indira and Ling Mai.  They can suck 
me clean while I watch you give this little bitch a proper 
workout," he commanded.

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 Rober

t 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 
fel

l 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 star

t.

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 s

o 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 tha

t 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, eventual

ly 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 wareh

ouse 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 exampl

e 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 tim

e 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 eac

h 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 co

ncoction 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 peo

ple 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 th

e 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.  
Now get those panties off completely and give them to me."   
The girls dropped their knickers to the floor and handed them 
to the man who immediately held the damp crotche

s to his nose and breathed deeply.

Then he disappeared through the door, locking it again 
behind him, and taking the panties with him 'for his 
collection' he said.  He left the two girls naked except for 
their shoes and socks.  

Amy and Jodie held each other and wept as , unknown to 
them but thirty floors above them their sister was screaming 
in pain and ecstacy as her hymen was split by Paul Lance's 
hard prick 

After about an hour, the door to the dirty basement room 
opened again and the leering man returned with some food. 

"Are you girls hungry?" Frank asked.

"Yes!" the twins enthused.

"Well you," he said looking at Amy, "go and sit over 
there and wait.  You, what's your name?" "Jodie," the young 
schoolgirl almost whispered.

"That's a nice name, Jodie.  Well, you can have some 
food, and so can your sister if she's nice and does what I 
tell her.  Now come over here and sit on my knee so I can 
touch you while you eat."

"NO!! Never, you pervert!" shouted Jodie, shocked at the 
suggestion.  She covered her crotch with her hands and 
involuntarily stepped back into the shadows.

"OK, have it your own way, but I'll get you sooner or 
later.  What about you, Amy?  Are you going to come over here 
and sit on my lap while you eat?"

"NO! I'm jolly well not.  I'll tell my father about 
this.  He'll see you're punished. Now give us back our 
clothes this minute!"  Amy was very agressive, but it didn't 
worry the man who had seen this many times before and from 
girls sometimes even younger than these.  

There was a constant procession of 10 to 18 year old 
runaways, whores, schoolgirl sluts and slaves bought from 
overseas, so the man had his share of fresh cunt to play 
with.  These two were just like the rest of the stuck-up 
virgin bitches he had to deal with, they thought their cunts 
were for pissing through or something, and they had this old 
fa

shioned notion that they could say who did what to them 
and when.  He liked changing that idea, especially if it 
involved a little pain and discipline. And that's what the 
night looked like having in store tonight.  

He looked at Amy standing in front of him, hands on hips 
and an agressive look on her face and without any warning, he 
belted her hard across the face with the back onf his hand.  
Amy reeled back in shock at the slap, but before she could 
recover, he hit her again from the other side and grabbed her 
arm tightly.

"Yeiow! That hurts!  Let me go!" Amy screamed.  Frank 
didn't say anything.  He was very powerful from constant 
weight training in the gym upstairs, and lifted the young 
girl off her feet effortlessly.  He carried her to the dark 
side of the basement and tied her firmly to a wooden cross 
that he pulled out of a cupboard.

By the time he was finished, Amy was bound hand and feet 
spread wide open and couldn't move a muscle to protect 
herself no matter how hard she tried.  The man left her there 
and went looking for Jodie. Jodie, much to her own disgust 
was cowering in abject fear in the corner, hoping the man 
might forget about her, but to no avail.  He grabbed her and 
pulled her into the middle of the room.

"See your stupid sister?  Look at her.  She wouldn't be 
nice to me and look where it's got her.  Now I can even fuck 
her if I like.  Do you want that to happen to you?"

Jodie quivered and shook her head.  She was ashamed at 
the way she hadn't come to her twin sister's aid, but frankly 
she was too frightened to think straight.

"Well, if you don't want to be tied up and punished, you 
come and sit on my knee and be nice to me."  He sat on a 
dirty wooden box and patted his knee.  Reluctantly, Jodie sat 
down, and he put his arm round her. 

"That's better.  See, Amy you could be doing this if you 
had any sense, but instead you've got to be punished.  Soon 
your sister's going to feel terrific while you're going to be 
miserable.  Now let that be a lesson to you, never to say no 
to a man."  While he spoke, he put one hand between Jodie's 
thighs and pushed them apart.  He slipped his fin

gers into her slick young virginal crack and began to 
fondle her.  His other hand wandered over her back from her 
neck to her naked bum, gradually working its way to her tight 
puckered arsehole.  His tongue flicked out over her small 
nipples sticking out beautifully from the budding little 
fleshy mounds that one day soon would be her tits.

... He slipped his fingers into her slick yougn virginal 
crack and began to  fondle her.  Jodie sat quietly in full 
view of her sister, and let him touch her wherever he 
liked...

Jodie sat quietly in full view of her sister, and let 
him touch her wherever he liked.  She was doubly ashamed of 
herself now, because in addition to feeling bad about her 
sister and not coming to help her, now she felt guilty about 
enjoying what was happening in her crotch.  Despite all the 
outrage she felt at the way she had been forced to do th

is, her pussy was responding to the strange touch in 
ways she'd never before experienced. The man took his fingers 
out of her split and licked them.  Then he reached out for 
the tray of food and gave a plate of salad to Jodie.  

"Here you are, you eat while I touch," he said, 
returning his fingers to her 12 year old cunt and immediately 
detecting an increase in the degree of wetness between her 
pussylips.  He slipped his fingers around in the girl's cunt 
and probed gently at her arsehole as she ate her meal, but 
following his master's orders at no stage did he let anythin

g actually enter her body.

By the time she finished the meal, Jodie was feeling 
extremely mellow, and in fact the room seemed to be getting 
bigger, then smaller, then bigger, then the walls were 
changing colour to appear like rainbows.  Just as she 
realised she'd been drugged, she passed out.

+++++++++++

At eight minutes and forty five seconds past ten the 
next morning an exhausted Don Wagner pressed the button in 
the foyer of the office tower to call the private lift to 
Paul Lance's penthouse.   He was breathing very heavily from 
the sprint he'd made from the bank with the money, but it 
looked like he was going to make it.  The doors opened and R

obert looked out to make sure he was alone.  Then the 
two men rode the lift up to the penthouse, where the doors 
opened at nine minutes thirty seconds past ten. Just in time!  
Thank God!

"Ah, Wagner my friend.  How good to see you.  I'm so 
glad you didn't let me down," Paul greeted his underling.  
"You do have the money don't you?"

"Yes Mr Lance."  Don was struggling unsuccessfully to 
keep from showing his anxiety, but he was regaining his 
breath at last.

"Good.  Put it over there by the bar.  I'll count it 
later.  I don't need to tell you what will happen if it's not 
all there, do I?"

"No, Mr Lance, it's all there."  God, the thought of 
what might happen to him if the money wasn't all there was 
too  horrible to contemplate.  He handed the case to the 
pretty blonde teenage girl who was standing behind the bar.  
She was completely naked except for a wide leather  belt 
round her middle and a black leather collar round her neck.

"Well then, let's forget all about this little incident 
then shall we?  Because you've been so loyal to me, I've 
decided to put on a little show for you.  You'll like this, 
but you must be absolutely silent unless I tell you 
otherwise.  Is that clear?  Not a sound from you or it's 
punishment time again."

"Sure, I understand.  Not a sound Mr Lance."  Don Wagner 
stood  in the middle of the room as Paul Lance pressed the 
button set into the coffee table beside his chair.

The door at the back of the room opened and a dozen huge 
powerfully built men entered.  They were obviously Paul 
Lance's bodyguards and ordinarily that would have sounded 
alarm bells in Don's brain, but this time he knew they were 
unarmed - they were all completely nude.  They arranged 
themselves in a circle, with Don Wagner included.  He felt a 
b

it awkward, the only one fully dressed in a circle with 
a lot of men.  He was wondering if they were going to have a 
circle jerk-off when the door opened again and a blindfolded 
young girl - also naked - stumbled in. Don was shocked as he 
realised that the giggling girl was his daughter Kylie!

"Oooh Robert, what a naughty game this is!" she giggled 
as he led her into the centre of the circle.

Paul, now naked like the others, was the first to speak.  
"Now you know the rules of this game, Kylie.  No one here 
will utter a sound or give you any clue as to their identity, 
but you have to guess who they are without taking off the 
blindfold.  If you guess more than half correctly, you get to 
have a holiday for two weeks on my yacht with six o

f the boys to do whatever you like with no questions 
asked.  OK?"  

"Anything?  I can do anything at all with them, even 
fuck away the whole two weeks?"

"Yeah that's OK.  You can bring some friends too if you 
like or have them all to yourself." "Ooh I'm too greedy to 
share all that delicious cock with anyone else.  I'd want to 
have cock up me the whole time."  She giggled at the thought.

Don Wagner, seeing what was happening opened his mouth 
to speak, but seeing the warning look from the drug boss 
thought better of it and stayed silent.

He felt a slight stirring in his loins as he saw his 
little girl in a new way.  He had never thought of her in a 
sexual way before, but here she was naked in front of a whole 
gang of  strange men sporting erections! 

Kylie approached a man on the other side of the circle.  
She held her hands out in front of her because of course she 
couldn't see, and her fingers touched his hairy chest.  She 
touched his face, then ran her hands down his body to his 
growing prick.  She cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped 
the other one around the shaft.

"This is either Tony or Dominic," she announced.  She 
dropped to her knees and put her face close to his crotch, 
sniffing at his balls, then she popped his cock into her 
mouth and sucked.  Her face went straight to his crotch 
sending the large cockhead into her throat, then she stood up 
again.  "That's Tony!" she said in triumph.  Everyone cheered

 and Don Wagner wondered whether it was normal for a 
father to get a hard-on watching his daughter behaving like a 
whore.

Kylie moved to her right and guessed George correctly 
after sucking his cock too.   'Great,' she thought 'two out 
of two.'  Next was Robert, his giant prick standing out from 
his belly like a flagpole.

"I know who this is, but I'd better suck him off to make 
sure," Kylie said proudly, remembering the way she'd finally 
taken him up her arse about midnight after trying for an 
hour.

"Hey, you haven't got time to make him shoot," Paul 
protested, getting impatient to see what she did when she 
reached her father fully dressed,  "just tell us who he is 
and get on to the next one." "Oh alright," Kylie pouted, 
"it's Robert."  The cheering told her she'd got three out of 
three.

She wasn't sure whether the next one was Werner or not.  
"I can't really tell I'm sorry," she said after giving his 
prick the suck sniff and lick test, "why don't you stick your 
fingers up me and see if I can tell that way?"  She spread 
her legs and he reached between them, stiffened three fingers 
and plunged them up her cunt.  As he stirred them 

around in her, Don saw a couple of drops of sperm ooze 
out of his young daughter's cunt, over the man's fingers and 
drop onto the floor.

 ... Don saw a couple of drops of sperm ooze out of his 
young daughter's cunt, over the man's fingers and drop onto 
the floor...

"That feels wonderful," she announced, "and I think this 
is Karl."   The boos told her she'd got it wrong this time, 
but gave her no indication of who it was.  This unsettled her 
and she got the next three wrong as well, even though she 
tried hard to remember.  The trouble was, she'd had nearly 
twenty cocks in her since she got here last evening a

nd they were starting to become something of a blur in 
her mind.  If only she could see them! Kylie sucked the next 
cock and had him finger her, and was not very sure this time 
either.  Was it Werner or not?  Then she remembered something 
else she'd done last night.  She dropped to her knees again 
and moved round behind him.  She pulled his arsecheeks apart 
and pressed her lips to his arsehole.   She pushed her tongue 
into the tight aromat

ic hole and she knew who it was.   "This is Arie!" she 
announced.  The cheering confirmed her choice and Don Wagner 
adjusted his cock in his pants as he pondered whether there 
was anything at all his 13 year old girl hadn't done with 
these thugs last night.

'Two to go,' Kylie thought, and was promptly dismayed as 
she got the next two wrong.   

"You better get your thoughts together, you haven't got 
many left,"  Robert said pulling on his cock.  "You've got 
four out of ten right.  Two more to get and you win!"

Kylie touched Paul, smelt his aftershave and knew 
immediately who it was, but was having too much fun to let 
on.  She sucked his cock, licked his arsehole, then made him 
kiss her wet slimy spunk-covered cunt before correctly naming 
him to the general applause of the whole gang.

'OK, one to go, but how many more cocks are there to 
choose from?' she wondered.  

Kylie was surprised that the next man was dressed in a 
suit.  She sniffed him, and he smelled familiar.  She ran her 
hands over him, just as she'd done with all the others. 
'Clean shaven, good muscle tone, strong, feels like expensive 
clothes - silk suit!, feel his crotch - Jesus!  what a big 
cock, and rock hard too!'  Don thought he was going to 

cum in his pants when his little girl gripped his prick 
through his pants.

'Kiss him, see if that gives him away!'  Kylie put an 
arm round her father's neck while she groped his cock and 
balls  with the other, and kissed him wetly, her agile tongue 
entering his mouth.  She'd never kissed her father like that 
before, so of course she didn't recognise him.  She figured 
she was being cheated.

"Do I know this one?" she asked, and amid raucus 
laughter she was assured she did in fact know this man very 
well indeed.  'I'll have to get his dick out then.'  She 
undid his belt and his pants and pulled his straining 
fuckmuscle out as the expensive imported suit pants fell to 
the floor.  She fondled his erection for a while, then 
sniffed it, li

cked it, and finally opened her mouth and sucked it in.  
As his hands went to the back of her head she still had no 
idea whose cock she was sucking but judging by the noises all 
around her, everyone else was enjoying the game as much as 
she was!  

She stuck her index finger up the man's arsehole and his 
ballsac tightened, his cock swelled up and she knew he was 
going to cum in her mouth.  His spunk barrelled up the length 
of his cock and exploded into her mouth as she suddenly 
worked out why she didn't know this cock.  She remembered who 
else was going to be here this morning!  For Christ's

 sake she was sucking off her Daddy!

In her shock at this realisation, she lifted her mouth 
off his cock and called out,  "Daddy!" just as the second 
burst of cum ejaculated out of his piss-slit and hit her in 
the face.  Another rope of sperm shot into her hair before he 
pulled her mouth back over his throbbing cock once more and 
plunged his dick into her throat, where the last of hi

s fuckslime oozed lazily down her gullet to join the 
litre or so that was already there. Paul Lance took his hands 
off Werner's cock to applaud Kylie's achievement.  "Well done 
Kylie, you are indeed a talented girl.  You may remove the 
blindfold now.  Don't you think she's become a talented 
little cocksucker Don?  Did you have any idea your daughter 
had such a liberated attitude to life?" Don  was still 
thunderstruck at the images tha

t were burned into his brain of his 13 year old daughter 
sucking the cocks and arseholes of all these men.  He 
couldn't say anything.

"Look, Kylie, your father's overcome with emotion,"  
Paul said.  Go and keep him company while we get the next 
part of the show underway.  Don, we don't mind if you feel 
the need to release some of your energy with Kylie during 
this next part,  why don't you take your clothes off and join 
us in the fun.  I can assure you Kylie's had a lot of fun w

ith us all during the night, haven't you Kylie?"

Kylie ran over to her father and started pulling at his 
jacket and shirt, helping him strip so she could sit on his 
lap before the next part of the morning began, whatever that 
might be.

When he was finally naked, he sat on an easy chair and 
she sat on his lap, holding on to his rigid cock and wanking 
it slowly.

Into his ear she whispered, "stick your fingers up me 
and feel me Daddy. That would be so nice.  Shove some up my 
cunt and some up my arse.  I like having both holes filled at 
once Daddy."

Don couldn't believe his ears.  All these years his sexy 
little girl was a latent whore and he hadn't seen it.  If 
only he'd given way to his secret desires years ago when he 
wanted to touch her and perhaps even get her to suck his cock 
...  Still he'd make up for lost time if he was given the 
chance.   She spread her legs to give him access to he

r split and he felt the oozing slime of all those loads 
of spunk in her cunt.  His other hand slipped into her 
arsehole just as easily, lubricated as it was by a dozen 
loads of spunk there too.

Then the door at the back of the room opened again and 
in walked 14 year old Ling Mai and 12 year old Indira, both 
completely naked and leading a huge Great Dane. The dog was 
so enormous his head was almost at the same level as the 
girls'.   Brutus padded contentedly beside them as they 
strode purposefully to the centre of the room.

Brutus sat placidly on the polished floor panting, with 
his long tongue hanging out as the two little girls stood 
patiently waiting for a signal from Paul.

Paul sat on the couch with Robert and Werner on either 
side.  He took their cocks in each hand and they both held 
onto his rigid length and at last Paul nodded to the girls.

Ling Mai and Indira turned to face each other and kissed 
erotically.  Their mouths opened and their tongues probed 
feverishly.  They obviously knew what each other liked and 
had plainly practiced it often, because their little nipples 
stood up very quickly and there were the unmistakable signs 
of considerable sexual arousal.  As the girls groped e

ach other, eventually reaching between their legs and 
fingering each others' cunts, they rubbed themselves against 
the big dog as well, letting his fur tickle their tiny clits 
as they straddled his back. 

Ling Mai bent down and started to kiss the dog on the 
nose.  She licked around his nose and into his mouth, sucking 
on the hound's tongue as though it was a man's.  Knowing what 
was coming, the dog showed signs of arousal as the tip of his 
bright red cock appeared at the opening of its furry sheath.  
Indira pressed her golden body against the dog'

s fur and reached underneath him to fondle his prick.

Now Ling Mai stood up and pressed the dog's nose into 
her crotch.  Brutus knew what to do, and his long tongue 
flicked out and lapped at her cunt.  She murmured 
encouragement to him and he lapped at her pussy noisily, his 
head moving this way and that to give him a better angle to 
get his tongue into the juicy honeypot he obviously loved.  

Ling Mai turned around and presented her backside to the 
dog and pulled her arsecheeks open.  Brutus didn't hesitate, 
he applied his long wet nose to her arsehole and licked.

... Ling Mai turned around and presented her backside to 
the dog and pulled her arsecheeks open.  Brutus didn't 
hesitate, he applied his long wet nose to her arsehole and 
licked...

As Brutus enjoyed the sexy taste sensation of the young 
Thai girl, Indira prepared for the next stage at the other 
end of his body.  She lay on her back and spread her legs so 
all the men could get a good look at her slick smooth pre-
pubescent cunt and started to lick and suck the dog's bright 
red cock.

Kylie slipped her Daddy's throbbing prick into her well-
spunked arsehole as she watched the dirty show on the floor 
not five feet away.  Brutus was getting very excited now, and 
was fucking Indira's mouth madly as he slobbered away at Ling 
Mai's crotch.  

As he felt his daughter's slick hole slide down his 
cock, Don Wagner wondered at the filthy perverted lives these 
two young asian girls must have led. 'How must they have been 
treated to be doing all this without any shame in front of 
all these men?' he thought.

All the men were playing with their cocks now and Paul 
stood up.

"That's enough for now. It's time for Brutus to get his 
reward for being a good boy."  He pulled his arsecheeks apart 
and guided Robert's cock into his arsehole as he sat down on 
his chauffeur's lap. Werner bent down and put his mouth over 
Paul's fat hard cock as the door opened once more.

Don watched in horror as his darling Jodie, just 
approaching puberty and until yesterday an innocent 
schoolgirl.  But now, naked and clearly drugged she was led 
in. 

"Hey! I want to fuck that!  I want that cunt sliding 
down my cock now!" called out Karl.  Paul, near to cumming, 
panted, "No, she's a virgin you can wait until I give you the 
word."

"She's fucking not a virgin!  Not after spending all 
night with that bastard downstairs, surely?"

"She is a fucking virgin I tell you, and you'll have to 
make do with your hand on your cock until I tell you.  Now 
shut up and let's get on with it."

Indira reluctantly let go of Brutus and guided Jodie to 
the centre of the room. Don realised what was going to happen 
and shouted, "NO!  NOT THAT!  She's only a baby.  She's still 
a virgin for Christ's sake!" Paul was quick to react.  "You 
shut the fuck up!  I'll tell you when you can speak.  You 
just get back to fucking the arse off that girl of yours and 
watch as your next daughter gets educated."

Ling Mai and Indira laid Jodie on the floor on her back 
and pulled her legs apart.  In her drugged stupor, Jodie 
offered no resistance as they stretched her legs wide enough 
to make her virgin split gape.  Don Wagner, his cock near to 
bursting in his eldest daughter's sperm-filled arsehole was 
looking right into the cunt of his second daughter.

As Indira pulled Jodie's cuntlips open, Ling Mai led 
Brutus's nose to the new split.  He was a little puzzled at 
first, Jodie smelling different to the cunts he'd licked 
before, but he soon got the message and started to lap away 
at Jodie's cunt vigorously.  Frank, the dirty pervert who had 
the job of preparing the girls for their performance, had

 spent a happy fifteen minutes rubbing fillet steak in 
Jodie's cunt and arse and had stuck a few little bits of 
liver up her cunt, being careful not to damage her hymen.  
Once Brutus got a whiff of the liver and steak he was licking 
and sucking away at Jodie just like he did with Ling Mai and 
Indira and all the others.

Jodie was freaking out.  She couldn't believe the 
intensity of the pleasure she was feeling.  She didn't know 
quite what was happening in her drugged stupor; all she knew 
was it felt great and she didn't want it to stop. 

Ling Mai turned her attention to Brutus' cock, making 
sure it was nice and hard and wet for the difficult task it 
had before it.  Indira squatted over Jodie's face and lowered 
her cunt for Jodie to lick.  As the young virgin ate her 
first cunt, Indira held Jodie's cunt open for the Great Dane 
to get every trace of meat out.

Then it was time.  They disengaged, much to the 
disappointment of the dog, and helped Jodie to her knees.  
Brutus at last understood what was happening and tried to 
mount the 12 year old.  Ling Mai and Indira struggled with 
him but finally got his cock lined up on Jodie's vagina and 
let him go.

He thrust furiously, slipping freely in Jodie's well-
lubricated split and after a few mis-guided lunges managed to 
pound at the membrane that made Jodie a virgin.  If he hadn't 
been such a powerful animal, he wouldn't have been able to go 
any further, but with the urging of his two friends Indira 
and Ling Mai he broke Jodie's hymen and his cock bu

rst into her cunt to the hilt.  She bellowed at the pain 
as her maidenhead tore and at the same instant Paul Lance 
bellowed as he shot his cum into his bodyguard's mouth.

Jodie's pain was quickly followed by pleasure however as 
Brutus fucked her madly. His cock slithered excitedly in and 
out of her cunt and when the dirty little Ling Mai stuck her 
finger up the dog's arsehole, that was all he needed.  He 
licked Jodie's face as his balls spewed forth their seed into 
her cunt.  

Again and again the Great Dane's cock spat semen into 
the girl's pussy, until it oozed out onto the floor, mixed 
with her virginal blood.

At the same instant, Jodie's father shot his spunk up 
Kylie's arsehole, mixing with the large quantity of the other 
guys' semen that was already there.

Brutus, his own satisfaction reached, pulled out of 
Jodie's pussy and loped off to the rug by the window to lick 
his cock clean and go to sleep.

"Hey, I want to fuck her now," complained Karl.  "Why 
can't I have a turn on her?"

"Because the show's not over yet, there's still one more 
to go, then you can do her of you want to."

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 w

as 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 h

er 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 doi

ng her maths 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 r

est 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 gir

l 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 
t

he 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 u

p 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 
of body to put them all together.

The papers said that Don Wagner and his three daughters 
were killed while attending a meeting of the High School 
board in the office below the penthouse.  No funeral was held 
but a memorial service was held in the cathedral in the 
centre of the city.

+++++++++++

A year later,  a huge ocean-going yacht pulled into 
Cannes.  It aroused little curiosity in the locals because of 
all the other yachts there for the film festival.  This yacht 
was different though.  On board were twenty Chinese and Thai 
girls aged between 12 and 15, plus the owner and his three 
daughters, their two maids - a stunning indian girl a

nd a gorgeous Thai girl and their two Great Danes.

For the entire duration of the film festival, the yacht 
was host to a wild party by invitation only, and the 
remarkable part of the party was the number of giant film 
stars, movie directors, politicians, police chiefs and judges 
that visited the yacht late at night ...