Hi guys! Nikki here, you remember, the 5yo rapehungry gutterslut with a mouth like a sewage pipe and the mind of a true pedoslut! Sorry I cut my story short last time, but, well... Nasty pedophiles like yourselves probably already know this, but when a little 5yo princess like me starts to vividly recount her violent abuse at the hands of a trusted parent, well, the urge for her to slap her little fuckbox till she cums is almost impossible to resist. And when you're my age, your average sex partener weighs 5 times what you weigh, you learn that resistance is pretty futile. Well, unless you want 'em to hit ya harder *giggle*...

Anyhows, now that I've tamed my hungry little babysnatch (for at least 15 minutes or so ;p ), I guess it's only fair I let all you grown nasty pedophillic perverted men (and women too!) know some more about my modelling debut...

I gotta admit, it's hard for me to know where to start. The first couple of hours of the session were the most boring time of my little fuckin life! Just as Daddy had promised, the photographer, the makeup lady, the wardrobe lady, the lighting guy, they were all too proffessional at first for me to even bother remembering their fuckin names. Light makeup, playful-yet-mainstream outfits (read: covered all my nasty glory), and tasteful regular girl poses. For like 2 fuckin hours! I swear I coulda fuckin killed myself! I might as well have been modelling for Kmart or Disney FFS! Then, just when I thought I'd really seriously die of vaginal starvation, Mr. Ken (The photographer and front man for the business) called quits on the vanilla and kicked things up a notch. I'd wished for another 20 notches, but at this point I'd take anything, literally!

"Thanks so much for your patience Nikki, from what your Daddy told us about you, that must have been hell. I mean, playing innocent when there's a fuck on the table, that's one thing, but it's a sad necessity to work through. Our business model relies on high visibility, and with that comes the attention of the morality police. Still, you'll be surprised how many sick emails you'll get outta those 5 sets babydoll! Some perverts like to corrupt purity ya see..." Me, I just shrugged. The flattery was nice, but grown men sound all "Blah blah blah" when they've got their pants on...

"So, time to kick things up to the next level. I printed out some pics from old modeling sites to give you an idea what levels require what sorta outfits, poses and attitudes. I know it's probably far too restrained for your tastes, but here," he said as he handed me a stack of pictures, "take a look through these girls from Webe-web, tell us which girls catch your eye"

Gawd, I fuckin wish Daddy hadn't ordered me not to frig my little fuckbox today! Some of these girls were tame little muppets, but a couple made me wish for a time-machine and an 8" spiked strapon! I never realised that only partially sluttily dressed girls could be so fuckin hot! A little too much makeup, a bit too cheesecake a pose and BAM! my tiny clitty was fuckin buzzing. Eventually I picked out a few girls, then discussed with Maja (the wardrobe lady) the outfits that I liked the best, which were the tiny arse-crease showin hotpants and such. I wanted mostly stuff in red, black and pink, so we dug through the wardrobe room (so freakin huge! And so full of way nastier stuff too... :[) and found appropriately tiny satin, lycra and silk hotpants, croptops and tanktops. Maja helped fit me for a few before we went back out, and took the time to flatter my naked body, as well as cop a few feels of my round arsecheeks and my smooth, fat pussymound. Now I was ready for makeup.

Jillian the makeup lady was totes hot! She was 15, shy, a little padded but hardly fat, and was clearly smitten with me. With every brushstroke and hilight she commented on my big blue eyes, my hot pink hair, my pouty full lips, my smooth delicate pale skin. She even stammered a couple times... I told her that when we were done today, I was gonna take her home with us, chain her to the dinner table and make her eat my tiny little girlhole all through my dinner. Then I made her open her mouth and hold out her tongue so I could hock loogies in her slut mouth. Some slutty pedobitches love gettin raped by preteen dykes, and this make-up whore sure as fuck was one of 'em!

Anyhow, after an hour of bending at the waist to show off my nasty lil babybutt, grinning like a fifties pinup girl and "innocently" developing thorougly obscene cameltoes Franky (the lighting guy, a seven foot black guy I'd been aiming my arse at throughout the shoot) took Mr Ken aside and had a word with him in private. When they came back, Mr Ken said they'd had an idea: Sicne I already had the freaky hair, the piercings and the attitude, maybe they could let me go off-script with the next level and get all gothed up like a 16yo drug addled clubslut. All of a sudden I leaked like half a cup of preteen girlslime! That sounded fuckin hot! Can you guys imagine a little five-year old in high-heeled lace-up thighhigh black PVC fuck-me boots; tiny thin inch tall shiny pvc hotpants; biceps-high fishnet pink gloves; a pink and black tightly laced little corset that failed to cover my pierced nipples, yet managed to force my way prepubescent body to have a kickin waist; really fuckin heavy slutty goth makeup; and, of course, as many lit cigarettes and lines of cocaine needed! There I was posing against backalley and adult S&M club backdrops, pinching my nipples, exposing half my fat puffy outer labia whenever my knees weren't touching (not to mention half my baby arseflesh), licking my lips... It was then that Daddy suggested they get a video/audio track going, and just let me dance and talk to my "fans"...

We started in with an innocent(ish) shot, with me behind a prop club table, legs crossed, as I cut up a line of coke, snorted it, then lit a cigarette and took a long drag. After exhaling through my blood-red lips, I stared into the lense and said, in my best perky little princess voice (with the eyes of a talented pornstar) "Hi guys, my name is Kandi, and I like the things most little girls like, like drugs, pain, and grown men who get hard thinking about molesting and raping little girls." Then I stood up, slowly turned through 360 degrees while gently rolling my tiny hips around. When I faced the camera again, I slowly licked my hot pink wet tongue around my hot lips, letting a slim strand of drool lazily drip down to the floor. "My favourite hobbies include getting myself raped by strangers, talking filth to perverts and showing off my nasty little prepubescent body to every last child molester on Earth. My turn ons include drugs, porn, sexual violence and really old, ugly fuckers, and my turn offs are... wait," I paused, hamming up my confused little preschooler face, complete with index finger gently deforming my lower lip, "Laws and people who obey, 'em, and cunts who hate little fucksluts swearing like nasty little docks whores." I turned slowly, then real fuckin slowly bent from the waist, keeping my big battin' eyelashes locked on the lens while my hands ran down the backs of my boots till they gripped my spike heels. I swear, the only things you couldn't see might as well have been visible through these fuckin hotpants. Shit, when I watched the playback on the camcorder flipout screen, I could make out the shape of my fuckin anus clear as day! Anyways, I looked straight at the audience/lens and said "So if you wanna see more, and you wanna hear more, then send my sweet lil baby arse an email, and tell me how you like me. How you want me. How you fuckin need me..." It was then that I looked around, and realised that every adult in the room was masturbating...

To be continued in chapter 2...

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P.S: Critiques, comments and filthy emails are certainly welcome!