I groaned as the sunlight hit my eyes. My head felt like it was stuffed with cracked, yellowing linoleum. The sleep had been restless, uneven. I found a cold cup of coffee in the kitchen that had been left from yesterday morning and quickly glugged it down. I realized that my entire night had consisted of constant streams of raping, molesting and mindfucking little preteen girls. All were absolutely gorgeous, right in their tight little slut prime. Some cried, some giggled, some screwed up their tiny eyes tightly and bit their lower lips in pleasure and in pain when I squeezed my too big cock up their tight little sex holes,.

Some reminded me of that little sister you always wanted to molest, maybe even did one time, crawling slowly towards you on the floor, submissive like a dog, smiling little red lips. She beckons you. She is naked and her perfect smooth little back, her cute little round baby butt smooth as candy, and her bald puffy bare taboo pussy, all are saying to you, "Go ahead! This perfect little body is built for your molesting pleasure. I'm addicted to your rape rod. I'll do anything you want." Naughty little girl giggle.

Some of my perverted dreams were about infant whores. I mean like'tiny.' I peeled off their diapers and inhaled deeply of that warm, yeasty, slightly sweet baby pee pee. I dreampt of molesting them while changing the diaper, listening to the wife in the other room gushing to her parents about the new baby. They all trust you. The baby is pretty. Coo-coo. Coo-coo! Let daddy tickle little baby.

"Coo-Coo here, too precious pumpkin. Right here. Where it tickles! Daddy LIKES to touch you here, sweety!" She's your princess. You'd never hurt her. It feels good, you tell yourself; she likes it. You cross the invisible line. You, YOU, are a molester now.. You rub your finger over smooth glistening baby slit, looking at her puckered little baby asshole. Find yourself wondering how big she'd have to be before you could conceivably stick your daddy-stick up that impossibly tight little shit tube.

Now, I'm no pedophile but these constant dreams of utter perversity found me waking up with my boner harder than Chinese algebra. I was desperate to clean the pipes. My orgasm hit my body so hard that my jizz shot out of me with more force than Apollo 11. It bounced off the wall, ricocheted and nearly killed me, splintered the head of my bed and shot out the window shattering the glass. I could have sworn it made the sound of a bullet.

Anyway, I don't know if you know Jack Polanski, but me and he go back a long way. We've saved each others skins more times than I could imagine and we hate each other's guts. Jack is the Head of the U.S.D.I.C.P.C. That is, "The United States Department of Internet Child Porn Crimes". That's right. Higher than the CIA or the FBI because it had to be It's ability to independantly monitor both the CIA and the FBI is absolutely paramount to maintaining the department's legitamacy. Jack Polanski is off limits. If you've ever been stupid enough to download real child porn chances are that Jack's team knows that right now. The USCICPC won't attempt to stop every paedophile. That would be impossible. So Jack Polanski has developed a fierce reputation for finding and hunting down any child porn producer that tortures the preteen fuck-queens, that kidnaps the girls, or that use bad lightening, too much plot, or shabby decor. He of course has an enormous library of kiddy fuck films that he keeps for his own personal pleasure.

After all the security clearance hoo-ha, I was ushered in to Jack's lush suite. In the first room, sits pretty Jenna Haze, the adult performer. The firm bodied little hot-as-fuck slut is dressed in tight shiny leather Victoria Secrets lingerie. She smiles at you and cocks her head welcomingly, half French Maid complete with white lace, and half club-girl sexy whore. She is soft, her hair a shining fountain of glistening ringlets.

"Mr. Pinkerton, how nice to see you!" Jenna Haze whispers, staring into your eyes, hypnotized.

Almost nobody knows but since retirining from filming scenes, Jenna has been working here at the department, as Jack Polanski's personal assistant. The cock-hungry dame kinda has the sweets for me. Like almost all adult female porn stars, Jenna was a victim of child-molestation. The sultry brunette beauty has vowed to work tirelessly on behalf of all the poor little girls worldwide who are currently being raped, abused, fucked or molested. She will not be satisfied until a sick society can ensure the beauty of childhood is sacred. Moreover she wants the girls she helps to understand that'child molestation' is a beautiful thing. Jenna Haze is a drop-dead gorgeous paedophile. She loves little girls, loves to bury her pretty red lips in smooth underage slits. She absolutely adores forcing a strap-on into tiny virgin holes. She wants to teach little girls what God made them for, that they are special to God, that God loves them and gave them tight little holes so that ALL men can masterbate into them. She explains to them that they are not much more than'sperm receptors.' She tells them happy stories of the first time her daddy raped her, how good it felt. She also wants them to learn to never, never tell our little secrets, ok?

"Jenna, how nice to see you, you look a little thin, what's a-matter, you ain't been eating right lately?" I say, kinda concerned.

"I would swallow ALLLLLL of you down Sam," Jenna glided to me, grabbed my dick through my jeans, "If you'd only let me eat you all up! I'd get fat and happy on your cum!"

Just then her intercom buzzed to life and Polanski's voice said, "Miss Haze, please send Sam in." Boy, was I glad to hear him! A minute later I would have been mince meat in Jenna's meat grinder. I disentangled myself from the willowy fuck-queen and said, "Not tonight, Jenna. Maybe not ever." I dodged the ashtray that she threw at me and closed the door.

"Sam, Sam, so nice to see you. You'll forgive me for not getting up! I think our friendship can dispense with the pleasantries." He was eating fried chicken like a busy man grabbing a quick work lunch. So I spilt the beans. Asked him what he could tell me about Kendal, if he knew where her father, name, was. If he good give me a copy of Ricki's work just so I'll know what I'm getting into. Research.

"Now Sam, you have to understand, the public only knows about seven videos, the so-called'salty yogurt' series, OUCH!!!!!" Polanski looked down at the five year old African-American little cutie who was on her hands and knees, kneeling naked and childishly sucking as much of his swollen cock head into her nibbling little cherub lips as she possibly could. She was phenomenonal, a sensual five-year-old black super model. She was thin and lithe, with a beautiful long neck and soft, doey eyelashes, shoulder length wavy hair and a darling little button nose.

"No fucking teeth on the dick, sweety," Jack purred sweetly, holding her chin tight with his big greasy hands, getting chicken fat all over the little black pouty lips and chin.

"Sowwy," the little girl made adorable puppydog eyes up at her grown-up lover.

Jack smiled, roughly pushed the child's head back into his crotch and said, "Now make me feel really good, Malia. Suck that big cock for me just like daddy's little cum-pig! Good girl."

"Where was I?" Jack said, turning back to me. "Oh, yeah, the public only knows of seven Ricki films but in truth she made over 70! Mostly ones made by her father, but with over twenty film made by organized pedo groups. You know, gangbangs, dogs, lesbians, rough stuff. Ricki even made three films for Jim Phillips!"

Before I could ask, "Who the hell is Jim Phillips?" the beautiful cock-loving preteen little Malia did must have done something right,'cause Polanski closed his eyes and moaned. I looked down and watched the chocolate honey. She was slowly swirling her baby tongue slowly around my friend's dick helmet, rubbing her sweet kiddie lips around it's spongy smoothness, in service to her master's erection which she seemed to love almost achingly. Malia was perfect, like all little girl's named Malia, a perfect black little sex-flower with highlights of pink. Quiet whimpers of pleasure escaped from the young sex kitten's hungry, lapping sensual lips. She held that giant engorged prick in her small feminine hands, stroked it expertly and sucked Jack's large hairy balls into her sensual pouty mouth. I never imagined a child could be so, well, so goddamned sexy...

"Suck my dick, you fucking nigger cunt!" Jack groaned, grabbed a handful of the youngster's long wavy hair and tried to force as much cock down the little cocksucker's throat as possible. I winced as I heard the'N' word. Now, say what you want about guys who throat-rape kindergardeners, that's your perogative, but it's my firm belief that you never, NEVER, resort to racism. Malia, however, didn't seem to be the politically correct type cause she just lifted her preteen lips off of Jack's rod, spit and drool dripping off her face and onto her flat brown titties, and laughed. Her giggle was pure, innocent, little-girl sweet and very, very nasty.

Using her own spit as lubricant, the wild and willing child-whorlette grabbed the towering erection and began to fist it's length with her little cute hand, while purring , "Is this nigger enough for you, daddy?" She swirled her hot pink tongue around his dick, spat on it, kissed it frantically and pumped her heart out, licking the underside of Jack's large and bulging cock meat, lisping, "Wape my nigger throat, Jack, my wittle baby nigger throat!!!!"

"Open your dirty mouth, Malia Ann! Open it as wide as you fucking can!" The underaged slut obeyed, stretching the tight o-ring of her hot little lips to their limit. Though her tiny throat-hole was far too small to accomodate Jack's swollen manhood, that didn't stop the ebony beauty queen from trying. Jack forced as much of his engorged prick into her tiny gagging mouth as he could, saying, "Oooo, you're such a pretty fucking cunt, you piece of shit! Wish your mamma could see you now, gagging on my big white cock!"

Malia's big brown eyes were crying as she struggled to keep them open, staring up adoringly at her master, choking, spit spewing lewdly out of her nose. Polanski momentarily relaxed the assult on the Nubian beauty's vocal cords to poke his cock instead at the inside of her cheek, forcing the sexy fucktoy's cheek to bulge erotically while slapping her hard on the face. Drool dripped nastily from the underaged child's lips. Jack let up on the back of her little head and the preteen fuckmeat pulled her face off of his dick, gulping in great big gasps of air. Jack took this opportunity to dickslap the little cunt, rubbing his dick abusively all over her sloppy, spit-covered innocent face. She looked like an angel possessed, one small hand frigging her bald baby-hole, two beautiful small fingers finger-fucking her pink inner regions. James rubbed his hairy balls all over the horny child's face, as she greedily begged for more, her mouth, lips and tongue in constant motion, whimpering, sucking, moaning, spitting, pleading.

"Put it back in!!! Pwease, fuck my face!! Fuck my face!!!!" Malia lunged at Jack's molesting pole, the hot little abused five-year old seemingly in a sexual frenzy. Now, I'm no paedophile, but by this stage I'm starting to wonder if my dick is,'cause the ol' one-eyed love-stick was as hard as iron, dripping enough pre-cum that a big wet stain was visible on the outside of my trousers. It wasn't just that the sight of a grown man brutally stabbing his thick, veined cock down an elegant black princess' tight throat hole that was turning me on, it was that the perfect small horny chocolate sweety seemed in slut heaven!

Jack noticed my squirming discomfort and commanded me, "Stick it in Sam, stick it up that tight little bitch's asshole!!! Ass rape the brown-skinned whore while I face-fuck her!!!!"

Malia turned her immature little angelic smile to me, her brown puppy-dog cuteness pleading, "Fuck my nigger asshole, Mister!!!! I need it! Pweeeasseee!!!" Malia reached back to her round butt, pulling her asscheeks apart, offering me that tight little puckered pretty brown hole.

As she begged me with her adorable little girl lisp, smiling prettily with her fat African baby lips, Jack fit his strong massive hands around Malia's itty bitty neck and started to choke the child, something which she seemed to love, cause as her beautiful eyes rolled back in her head her tiny fingers went back to her snatch, working even faster on that sweet bald kiddie cunt. It was a scene of such unbelievable depravity that I would have ass-raped the underaged fuck-meat in a heartbeat if not for one thing.

See, the thing is, I don't trust Jack Polanski as far as I can throw his fat tired ass. I'm sure that the room is bugged, being filmed, etc. etc. and the thing is, I don't want to end up an internet kiddie fucking porn star. I have enough problems in my life. So, I simply said, "Nah, Jack, go to town on the slut. She seems to be enjoying it..."

"Oh, don't worry, she is!" Jack brought his ugly face right next to the abused little girl's, spat on her, and still strangling her, shook her cruelly. "Aren't you, you dirty little cunt?!! You fucking slut? You like that, don't you? Your daddy had to go to prison for you, didn't he, you little cum-pig!!" He released his grip on poor little Malia with a rough push, and the poor child fell to the floor, gasping for air, gagging and coughing. To my utter surprise, the hot preteen tease croaked in a desperate voice like she could barely get the words out, "I...I...fucken...(cough, cough), I fuckin' wuv it, Master....(hacking up spit) Gimme more pwease!!"

Jack grabbed a handful of the child's soft and girly hair and pulled the light little feminine fuck-tart up into a standing position. The small package of molestable Nubian beauty couldn't have weighed more than 45 pounds. She was tall for her age but skinny as a prepubescent boy, her ribs and hipbones jutting out delectably, her skin a dark, almond brown.

The oversexed child's eyes were dark, slutty and bloodshot from the throatfucking and drying spit covered her perfectly flat tits. Her used little cunt hole was swollen and pink, her puffy pussy lips splayed open and displaying a deep pink bald little snatch, the colour of which contrasted lewdly with her coffee skin.

He smacked her hard on dark brown little mosquito bite nipples and threw the abused baby doll onto his desk, on her back, her small vulnerable head dangling over the side. Grabbing a peice of cold, greasy fried chicken from his discarded lunch, Jack roughly smeared the dead bird across the fucking starlette's face, making her look cheap, used, greasy and trashy. I could see no point in that, other than pure perverted degradation, but it looked hot. The man charged with protecting innocent victims of internet child abuse growled the whole time, "There you go, lube up your black face for a good face fuck, honey, yeah, that's nasty, you little cunt!"

In this new position, with her small mouth and throat perfectly aligned for preteen deep throating, Jack again fed the greedy child-slut his big dick. Her perfectly white and pretty teeth, her sexy little lips, this time took more of the grownup pecker deep into her stretched-to-the-limit opening.

Jack began to fuck that little girl's larynx in earnest now, using his weight to feed his massive child-molesting prick as far up that little slut's meathole as he possibly could. Her legs and arms began to kick, squirm and fight the man that was choking her with this weapon, not in protest, but in an involuntary reflex action. Not to be put-off, Jack forced her slender arms still, pinning them down against her sides, and pushed harder into the frightened girl's windpipe. She looked gorgeous, molestable and pure; the kind of little girl you see everyday coming out of Sunday school, giggling with their friends, scrubbed clean, dressed in pig-tails and a pretty white dress.

"Open up, Malia, honey," Polanski encouraged lovingly. "You're sooo pretty with my prick raping you, I know you can do this, just relax and open up for me. Uh-huh, ahh, I'm gonna push now. Uh...uh...don't fight baby, you'll like it. Oohh, that's soooo fucking tight on my cock! Beautiful! UUUh-uh, yeah, you dirty little cunt, you love that don't you? Yes, that's it, ahh, oooh, FUCK YOU pumpkin, ahhh! Yeah, that's my good little nigger slave!!!"

Jack snatched a drumstick bone off of his discarded lunch and forced it up the kindergardener's wet and willing pussy. Establishing a rhythm with both the bone and his own cock, Malia began to make a deep animal moan that seemed to start from somewhere deep inside of her small abused body, somewhere that couldn't quite be human. In truth, I'd have to admit that it sounded like pleasure, like the little bitch was in heat. Leaving the chicken bone poking cutely out of that kiddy cunt, Jack force fed the helpless child-whore every inch of his thick, proding, poking cock. Malia sucked hard on it, greedily taking it in, relaxing her throat muscles, straining for more; a willing accomplice in her own rape.

Of course she retched and gagged nastily but nothing stopped her need to be brutally penetrated as deeply as was humanly possible. Beautiful ripples of sexy firm muscles spasms convulsed along her skinny ribcage, deep in her flat little brown tummy, but still Jack pushed violently, forcing inch after inch of solid fuck-rod up the hungry little girl.

I watched in disbelief as that prick invaded its way slowly but forcefully all the way up that tiny tight throat, distending her throat so that you could actually see it all bulging out from the inside of her fragile, 5 year old neck. It was abso-fucking-lutely beautiful!!!

Fortunately Jack wasn't into suffocating children, so as he slowly pulled his glistening cock out of it's tight illegal confines, little Malia sucked air deeply into her small lungs before the sick child fucker began the obscene assault all over all. He began to pump in earnest now, knocking her little defenseless head against the wooden desk, great gobs of sticky, frothy spit dripping down off the sexy preteen fucktoy's face as it dangled and banged against the furniture. The chicken bone in her underaged cunny swayed with the force of the face-fucking that the willing little slut was enduring.

With a final violent push, his giant hairy testicles forced tight against her squeezed shut eyes, Jack howled, threw his head back and pumped load after load of hot, white cum up the spunk-hungry sweetheart. Little Malia felt every cock-spasm deep inside her tight throat, the balls pulsating along her forehead, the salty stench of nut-sack invading her nostrils.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Take that you dirty little niggggerrrrrrr!" Polanski shouted at the same time as he pulled his exploding cock out of the tight confines of the molested little girl's fuck-hole, and grabbing a handful of her sticky, muck-covered hair, held up her weightless head to finish jerking off all over her extraordinarily sexy beauty queen face. His baby gravy was thick and white, like mayonaise, and covered tiny Malia, who, to my absolute astonishment, held her mouth open wide, her tiny child tongue outstretched, lapping greedily at the child abuser's spasming cock. She stretched her black lips up to suck the last globules of cum off of his pisshole, moaning in pleasure like a kiddy pornstar.

When he was clean, Jack used the handful of hair that he was still tightly holding to pull his undersized lover off of the desk, too exhausted to notice or care as she fell to the floor. Malia looked worn, limp, sticky, cum-covered and incredibly attractive. The drumstick bone that had been buring up her cunny slid out and dropped with a wet thud onto the carpet and her sweet girl pussy shone slick and pink.

As they caught their breath, Jack remembered my presence as he dried his softening dick off with little molested Malia's shoulder length curls. He pulled his trousers back up, panting with the effort.

"That was wonderful sweety, you're amazing...I love you honey," he said. Malia stood up, swayed a little, found a silk Japanese robe that I hadn't even noticed discarded on the floor and covered herself shyly. As she did so, the tiny child absent-mindedly used her long skinny fingers to feed herself the coagulating cum that still decorated her sexy little face. I was in love.

Hitting a button on the intercom, Jack spoke into the machine on his desk. "Ms. Haze, I've finished with Malia now, could you please see to her needs?" The door opened and with feline grace the phenomenon that is Jenna Haze glided up to the little girl and put a caring hand across the little girl's shoulder.

"Did she do good, Mr. Polanski?" Jenna enquired, with sultry porn star cuteness.

"She made me VERY happy, didn't you, honey?" the paedophile smiled at the submissive little girl, who suddenly seemed very vulnerable, her head down facing the ground. "Didn't you, honey?" Jack asked again, cupping her small chin and forcing the pretty child to look at him.

"Yes, sir," Malia answered in a quiet voice, which was raspy from the throat-raping that she had just recieved. She seemed smaller now, more like a five year old.

"Goood girl!" Jenna purred, and directed the child out of the room, her sexy hand still resting on Malia's shoulders. As they walked away, Jenna happily told the little girl, "You did such a good job that I'm gonna get you ice cream! Would you like that?"

Malia replied with a big grin, "Really? Yummmmmy!!!" The door closed.

"Let's see, Sam, where were we?" Jack got back to business. "Oh yeah, the Ricki case, right? Now SHE was one hot fucking cunt, let me tell you!" The salty old pervert went on to tell me how when Ricki had been'liberated' from her father's care, she was one of the happiest, best adjusted young women he had ever been in contact with. She couldn't understand why she had to lose a father, just because he knew how to make her feel pretty and special. In the end, out of fear and manipulation, poor Ricki/Kendal sided with her mother and ended up sending her own father to prison. Jack went on to explain that in the majority of cases he had worked on, the trauma associated with so-called sexual abuse of children stemmed from a society that told young kids they were'sick' for having enjoyed fucking.

"I know you think I'm an asshole, Sam, for what I just did with Malia Ann," Jack shrugged, "But believe me, once a young girl like her developes a taste for cum, there's no going back for her. You can't put girls like Malia, like Ricki, into'normal' foster homes. They'll destroy it. Malia would fuck the dog, the boys in the house. She'd seduce the foster dad." Jack cleaned up his desk as he spoke, wiping it down with disenfectant and throwing his forgotten lunch away. "No, girls like Malia only know the language of molestation. The only way they've ever been allowed to show affection--the only way they've ever been shown affection--is via their fuckholes. Her whole internal limbic system of reward and punishment have been altered. Malia Ann needs to be raped."

"You're all heart," I said sarcastically.

"Wise-ass," Jack said, opening his emails. "You saw the way she switched back into a normal innocent shy pretty little girl after we were finished? Like an ordinary kindergardener. Like she hadn't just been begging for cock."

"I did notice that...what gives?"

"We see that with girls who learn that it is'dirty' or a'sin' to have fun with their bodies, or the bodies of their adult lovers," Jack explained. "There's a strong sense of cognitive dissonance from being at odds with society. The little fuck-queens, the real slutty ones, almost have a dual personality disorder. You didn't hear me say it, but before you came in I had to slap Malia a few times and call her'Cum-Pig.' That seems to trigger her inner slut. It's what her father called her. Sometimes it's not as straightforward as that. With some tiny cunts it takes a whiff of their molester's smell--a pheromonic profile if you will--to bring out their inner whore. We've identified over one hundred different triggers. Each child is different."

Jack explained to me that the child porn'industry' is almost entirely run by amateurs who exchange their kiddie fuck films online for free with other pedophiles Almost no money is being made by online kiddy fuck films. There are exceptions, of course. Russia has a developing child porn industry, as does Romania, Thailand and Cambodia. In America, there is only Jim Phillips. He runs a large kiddy porn empire throughout the U.S., and his productions are highly professional, his tiny preteen sluts among the best porn stars in the world. It was Jim Phillips productions that little Ricki/Kendal made several professional child porn films for.

Jack furthermore claimed to me that his research--the most extensive in the world--proves that ALL men are pedophiles by nature IF the stimulus is right, and they are sure that they won't get caught. Contrary to popular belief, about 50% of women are. Or so he claimed. He then went on to say that his research indicates that very, very nearly ALL little girls want to be molested and can enjoy an adult cock deep up their little virgin snatches from as young as three, providing the first time is done right. By five or six, a child can be conditioned to--as he called it--'ass-gasm.' Jack also claimed that he expected attitudes towards pedophilia to undergo a revolution in the next twenty years.

"The fucked-up economy around the world is encouraging parents to pimp their children out across the planet. Internet encryption is getting so good that law enforcement agencies such as this one are powerless to stop it, control it, or even monitor it," Polanski spoke quickly, as if excited by all of this. "Plus, the Netherlands seems set to put the National Little Girl Lovers Party into power at the next election and their campaign pledge is to legalize child porn, and to eliminate the age of consent. Now E.U. law states that if a commodity is legally available in one member state of the Union, it must be allowed to be traded legally in all member-states!" Polanski whistled. "Once some 733 million people on the planet have legal access to child porn, it's a done deal!"

I was blown away. What had started as one hot young client coming to see me just yesterday had changed everything I knew about the world. But I still didn't have what I came for.

"So, can you get me James Friedman's whereabouts?" I enquired. "And a DVD of little Ricki's work? I want to see the abused little cunt get molested."

"That's the spirit, my friend!" Jack laughed, did something on the computer, printed a paper out and slid it across the desk to me. "What do I care if the little slut wants to contact her father? Hell, maybe they'll make a few films of themselves fucking the new born! Now, that will be a much anticipated event!" He went to his filing cabinet and took a DVD out. I took a quick look at it. It simply said, "Ricki".

"Don't fucking lose this!" Jack warned. "I need it back within a week. Don't copy it or share it with anyone! You understand?"

"Comprende, amigo," I grabbed it from his hand. Armed with both the DVD and Friedman's address, I turned around one last time. My hand was already on the door knob. "Oh, and another thing: the correct term is'African-American.'"

"Huh?"

"African-American," I said slowly. "Not'nigger'."

"Don't let the fucking door hit you on the way out, Wise-Ass," Polanski dismissed me.

In her office, Jenna was nowhere to be seen. A door to a side-room was ajar and I could see Jenna, naked, fucking little Malia doggy-style with a strap-on. The molested girl was on a bench, her ass in the air, her face down on the bench, her hair sprawled around her like a halo. The child couldn't see me but sweet, sweet Jenna did. Without pausing her thrusts, Jenna gestured like she held a telephone to her ear and wordlessly mouthed, "Call me, OK?" She cocked her head and her eyes pleaded. "Please?"

I nodded and left. Before I did, I patted my breast pocket to make sure the disc of child-porn was safely there. Guess little Malia never did get that ice-cream.