Chapter One

It was a cold and rainy night in downtown LA when she first came into my office. I had just finished dinner-a slug of Jack Daniels, three cigarettes, and a stick of peppermint sugar-free chewing gum for dessert-when I heard her stilettos in the corridor outside. A quick glance at the clock reminded me that my clock hadn't worked for months. Never the less, I estimated it to be about 11:00 pm, Friday night. Shit, I had just been about to go home.

When she opened the door I was treated to the sight of a ghost. That is, someone haunted by the ghost of a past. She couldn't be more than 17 but she looked ageless in a funny sort of way. I say 'funny' because at the same time something about her looked like a child, a little girl lost in a big man's world. She was pretty, damn pretty, with dirty blond shoulder length hair, tied up into two pony tails held together by brightly coloured yellow baubles and gaudy plastic flowers. She wore the make-up of a slut, painted clown face, lipstick, blue eye shadow, blush, whatever. The works. The girl-woman wore a tight pink tee-shirt that only covered about three quarters of her tummy and an itsy-bitsy mini skirt, red with white polka dots. No tits to speak of, but pert little nipples that strained at her top like fierce tiny shrews defending their young. The whole "Porn Slut" look was finished off with ridiculously high white leather heels. The little cock-tease looked as if she had been dressed by Max Hardcore's fashion designer, half slut, half 13 year old brat. She carried a Peppa Pig handbag. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that she had a big round, sexy pregnant belly, about seven months in.

"Can I help you?" I said, trying to sound professional. Part of me wanted to throw a jacket around her shoulders, make her some chicken soup. Another part of me wanted to molest her.

"I'm dying for a smoke," she said, tough-like, indicating my Marlborough's on the desk.

"Are you sure you want to? I mean..." I looked down at her love bump, then looked back into her pretty eyes, trying to get a handle.

"What are you? My fucking mom?" she sneered, grabbed the pack of cigarettes and helped herself to one. There's nothing as sexy to me as a pregnant whore smoking, so I just shrugged. We sat down at my tired old desk and worn chairs. Her skirt was so short that I could see her panties. They were blue, with lace and white hearts on them. I began again.

"Can I help you?" I tried to be kind.

"My name is Kendal Friedman, and I'm trying to find my dad." She stared at me while she spoke, studying my face, looking for a reaction. I gave her none, not because I'm good at hiding that sort of thing, but because the name meant nothing to me. "All you need to know is in here," she said, opening her bag and pulling out a folded up piece of paper. She passed it to me and waited.

I whistled as I read it. It was a CNN transcript, printed off the web. Complete with a photo of this young lady, albeit, looking like a normal girl, not the whore here with me now. There was an interview with Kendal, about how she had been molested, raped and filmed by her paedophile father. Appearing under the name, "Ricki", she had starred in seven homemade films which had become internet sensations. CNN estimated that her work has been downloaded many, many thousands of times, making her one of the most famous child-porn stars ever. The Marilyn Monroe of kiddie suck-n-fuck films. Apparently, the sexy little cocktease was older than I thought. The dates made her out to be 19.

"It says your dad is in prison," I pushed the paper back to her, making a mental note to find copies of these movies for my research. "Right here, John Friedman, 50 years, maximum security."

"He's not," Kendal said, no emotion. "He got out two months ago, technicality. He's under police protection in case someone kills him. The cops won't tell me where he is, or how to get in touch."

"Look, he was a bad man, he's out of your life," I drawled, giving her a shot of Jack. She downed it in one go, then held the empty glass out for another. "If I find him for you, I need to know why you want him. Can't have you shooting him and the cops blaming me."

The pretty little superslut leaned back in her chair, stretched her legs out and lifted her tee shirt. She rubbed her bare belly and smiled, half like an angel and half like a very bad girl. "In case you haven't noticed, I got fucked without a rubber. I don't know who the father is. I figured after all he's put me through, daddy can at least help me raise the baby. The hospital says it's a girl and, after all..." she smiled coyly, "I know he likes little girls."

Chapter Two

As soon as Kendal had left, I cleared up the whiskey glasses and headed back home. The storm was really coming in now, the great musky eucalyptus trees that lined the boulevard to my two-bit run down dive of an apartment, blowing violently in the gales. As soon as I was safely inside, I poured myself a double scotch and undressed, carefully folding my suit. Actually I threw it on the floor and scratched my ass through my boxers. I turned on the laptop.

A quick internet search quickly brought me up to speed. It seemed the CNN transcripts were mostly accurate. It seemed that Kendal's father, James began abusing his daughter about the time she turned eight until about the time she was eleven. He filmed the molestation and made seven kiddie-fuck flicks readily available to thousands of people through chat rooms, child porn sites, p2p sites, etc. At about 11, little Kendal apparently had had enough and told her father that she wasn't sucking his cock no more. Supposedly, she then totally blanked it out until she was about 16, when the sexy little nymphet started having flashbacks and finally told her mother. Her mother, outraged, called the cops. And the rest should be history, but it wasn't. Because, Kendal was right: James was a free man. The pictures showed a fat, little Italian man, with a Magnum PI moustache, and wiry bear hair. They tried to keep his release hush-hush. He's under witness protection.

But something of the story didn't click with me. Kendal in my office earlier seemed like a little slut, a bitch whore cunt gagging for it, and not some traumatized wall flower. The fragrance of sweet wet pussy hung in the air after she left, just like she was a bitch in heat or something. And there was controversy everywhere this girl turned up online. The comments after each news item about James Friedman told a different story. People's comments were full of points like this:

"Is this the same "Ricki"( now i know her real name) whom i watched on many videos giving her dad lots of blowjobs? And actually liking them very much? Oh well on that video i saw nothing violent or anything. She actually was smiling and loving it when her dad came into her mouth. That video was very rampant here in the Philippines. Good job, James!"

Or this one: "I do really feel sorry for that guy... If you seen the "Ricki" videos, you'll know that most likely Kendal has molested her father and not her father molested her. The judge should really look throughly into those vids. Trust me, the dirty little cunt LOVED every minute of it!!!"

It goes on and on: "Well first of all I thank those that have watched the Ricki vids before making judgement about the situation. First of all, Ricki (Kendal) did all those acts willingly and happily. Her father explained everything to her what sex is why people do it and started small doing it to her (i.e. stroking, cumming on a separate sheet of cloth) thus not scaring her and letting her enjoy it. The only ones that caused her harm was her mother and society! Don't get me wrong: child abuse is abhorrent and those that hurt children in anyway should be tortured to death but this was a loving relationship between father and daughter, no abuse whatsoever! Well, at least not until society stepped in with its biased and simple minded laws!"

I read until the early hours of the night, my dick hard at the descriptions of what went on in Kendal's videos. I was assured that James loved his daughter and they seemed to have a bond which was beautiful and rare. I read about how he lovingly stroked her hair while throat-fucking the preteen little porn star. I learned about how tenderly he kissed her softly on the lips, and how lustily she kissed him back the very first time his cock was balls deep up her tight little underaged baby-maker. She was eight then, her slippery depths parting willingly to engulf the fullness of his manhood. I heard that in one of the videos, 9 year old Kendal purrs, "Daddy, I want your cum in my mouth!" Afterwards, the little kiddie cunt can be heard laughing about it, telling the camera how much she needed it, and how good it tasted.

There in my dark shitty little apartment that smelt like cat piss even though I don't own a cat, I wondered which dark hole all of these paedophiles had crawled out of. I didn't believe these perverts, of course. After all, I have no taste for young fresh fuckmeat, but my dick seemed to have it's own blood supply. I read on. One commented, "I collected the videos, and was wondering who this happy girl was who was having sex with adults. Not in one of those movies did I see someone who was not willing. She seemed to make sure she was smiling in the camera every chance she got, and enjoyed as she was able to talk to the camera."

I realized that the girl I had met that night was perhaps the biggest celebrity I had ever met in my 30 miserable years of living in LA. Over and over people wrote things like: "Ricki is a legend!! ^_^ She was such a cutie and her videos were AWESOME! She was having such a great time and smiling all the time! Soooo cuuute! ^___^ Fuck her stupid mom who made her betray her dad! I'll never forget the way her tiny hand rubs the daddy dick over her underaged pussy lips!"

Some were angry at Ricki, angry at the system. One wrote, "LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE!! I AGREE 100%: RICKI WAS WILLING THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE ORDEAL AND SHE WAS DRIPPIN WET GUIDING JAMES FREIDMAN INTO HER TIGHT LITTLE ASS AND RUBBING IT ON HER PUSSY..." This is how another put it: "The "Ricki" vids are the absolute best cp I've ever found. The little cocksucker was so fucking hot. There's one vid in particular where her dad is fucking her ass while she rubs her clit, and she has the most satisfied look on her face as she cums. I used the vids as "training" films when I started ass-fucking my own daughter, and they really helped her get into it! I definitely think any child as old as two will enjoy being molested. Trust me, that's why they were born with such tight pretty fuckholes! You haven't lived until you've worked your thumb up a baby cunt!"

Of course, there were comments from the moral crusaders, those who argued that molesting the tiny cock puppets is wrong, not innately, but because of the fucked up society we live in. But mostly, the perverts just wrote stuff like: "Oh, i just want to put my seed all over little Ricki's cute cute face. just love the vids when James ejects his seed on tiny slut Ricki's sweet happy smiling mouth and lips, her preteen tongue stretched out to catch her daddy's delicious cum!"

Some were angry at Kendal for denouncing her father. One pervert wrote: "Ahhhh. She used to be so hot - now she's a tattletale pig! Wish I could rape some sense into her. She used to love swallowing cum..."

Another, trying to prove his point, quoted lines from the videos to show that Kendal/Ricki was a willing participant:

Kendal: "I want your cum in my mouth."

James: "Do you want me to sop?"

Kendal's Reply: "No. make me cum."

Kendal: "Put it in my ass."

Kendal: "HA HA HA...i couldn't eat it all. It's on my face."

Kendal: "Faster daddy, faster."

ALL quotes form the videos.

Sound like unwillingness to you?

She liked it, she consented, and she is a lying whore now!"

"It's hard to believe she was really abused when she was smiling and laughing in every movie I have ever seen, and from what I could see, James made sure the sexy little slut felt pleasure herself. She should feel lucky to have had such a good father, most girls aren't so fortunate. Ricki loved every minute of the making of these excellent videos. James seems like a wonderful father who knew exactly what his little girl REALLY needed shoved up her tiny holes! I'm trying to be a father today that he could be proud of."

"I love all Ricki's series, they're very tender, cuz U can see a lovely girl enjoying her first steps into sex. Discovering is always a beautiful thing, this case is an example. I love Ricki. Kisses 4 U Ricki! Wish my little girl worshiped my cock the way you seem to be in love with cockmeat! Shit, I still luvvvv shooting all over her little blubbering face, but what I wouldn't have given to molest your mouth in your preteen prime!"

"I think the horny little pussy should be proud of herself being a pornstar as a child. Thousands of people around the world have downloaded the Ricki videos, because she was so good at her job when the camera was on. My favorite Ricki video is the one where her father put his huge dickhead inside her butthole. Its just amazing that a 10 year old child can have such a big penis inside her and moan and laugh the whole while, begging for it harder and harder. The preteen ass-to-mouth is sloppy, frenzied and romantic. I love you Kendal Friedman!"

"Yeah, just remembering those Ricki videos just brings back memories. In fact, I never would have known them if it wasn't for a friend who gave me a CD and told me I should watch it as he called it "Unique Porn". I'm not a pedophile but after I watched the infamous Ricki video? I couldn't help popping a boner. A huge one. Unique porn is right. It was the first time I saw child pornography and had no idea it was illegal. My testimony? She wasn't really abused. In fact, the majority of the people in this comment section are telling the truth. Based on what I saw on that video, she liked everything that her dad did to her. She was even disappointed when she couldn't swallow all of her dad's cum. She was smiling and laughing a lot and didn't show any sign of pain or suffering when her dad penetrated her. The blowjob scenes were magnificent. It was the first time I saw a very innocent girl performing oral sex with such marvellous skill. She could practically take the whole fuck rod down her throat. She had no gag reflex at eight! OMG! I reiterate. I am NOT a pedophile. People who hurt, force and threaten their children should rot. However, I must honestly say that her relationship with her father is special and it is society that cannot accept a child loving an adult. They think its immoral and its wrong. Well, here's a big 'FUCK YOU' from yours truly. Live long and prosper, Child lovers!"

Like I said, I'm no pedo. But Mr. Big needed some kind of release, so I quickly typed "preteen non-nude models" into Google and hit enter. I was blown away by what I saw. I'd never knew this kind of shit existed! I hit a link for "innocent spread-legged panty whores," and took my cock out. The images of naughty little princesses with tight baby panties covering their bald kiddie slits was like ice water in my veins. Smooth young asses arching upwards, girls winking at the cameras, loving the attention, seemed to be saying with their lusty silent gaze, "I'll be your dirty little secret, daddy! Molest me, pleasssseeeee! Pretty, pretty please, with sugar and a sweet little nasty cherry on top!!! I'll never tell mommy. Please! I need it so bad."

I liked the six year olds, with garish make-up and pouty, full kissable lips. I stared at the smooth camel toes on the tiny kiddie sluts' frilly silly underwear and imagined slowly sliding them down, over the flawless little girl bubble butts, nibbling that perfect young pre-pubescent porcelain skin, burying my nose up the forbidden, puffy baby snatch, inhaling deeply of her fresh virgin musk.

As I jacked off my straining cock, I fantasized of tonguing the under-developed little peaches as deeply as I could, all the way up the slippery, sloppy, wet and willing fucktoy until I could feel the sweet little cervix against my tongue. All the while the young kiddie whores would be writhing, trembling, laughing, gasping.

And the moaning, the moaning, the squeals, the perfect little angel lips parted in ecstasy, ruby red glossy lipstick and perfect tiny milk teeth. I settled on one adorable little fuck bunny called Lil Miss Ali and imagined forcing my too-big dick up her tiny little baby-hole. As I pumped her deeply, feeling her soft yielding flesh engulfing my length, I imagined her exploding from the passion building in her little doll-sized clit; the horny little bitch begging for it faster, faster, deeper, until I can hold back any longer and pump gallons of spunk up her fucking cunt, filling the tiny little prostitot's preteen womb with my fertile seed. Too much for her small 5 year old vagina, my thick white sperm drips out of her and runs down her cute pink, puckering, spasming asshole. A perfect angel. Wet. Satisfied. Happy.

"Fuck!" I cursed after opening my eyes. With a nasty wink Lil Miss Ali disappeared, blowing me a kiss, down a rabbit hole of my inner dark recesses. "Shit!" I'd cum all over my laptop keyboard. Now, as I said, I'm not a pedo but I will admit that while staring at all these 'legal' underaged girls online, from 5 years old to 11, I found myself hoping that some loving daddy IS helping himself to all that underaged pussy. It would be a shame if Lil Miss Ali's sweet and juicy fruit went to waste right when it was at it's most deliciously ripe. These seductresses seemed to WANT to be molested. I thought of Kendal Friedman's round pregnant belly and wished that it was my seed that had swum up the little whore's pink fellopian tubes, coating the insides of her perfect, tight little rape tunnel.

Before I drifted off to sleep I had one name on my mind. Jack Polanski. An old buddy of mine from the force. He was an immoral scum bucket but if anyone knew how to track down James Freidman, it would be him.