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Lola's Story II - Slave child |
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This is a story that could happen in your neighbours. A mother that hates her son so much, that he becomes "it". He is not worth being a boy, but a sissy.
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A family moves in a new house. A girl is slowly introduced to the life as a whore for the ghosts that live there
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form
Excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes. I do proofread these stories, but English is not that easy. Feel free to edit them and send them to me. . Lola's Story II Slave Child
“Trafficking
in children is a global problem affecting large numbers of children. Some
estimates have as many as 1.2 million children being trafficked every
year. There is a demand for trafficked children as cheap labour or for
sexual exploitation. Children and their families are often unaware of the
dangers of trafficking, believing that better employment and lives lie in
other countries.
Child
trafficking is lucrative and linked with criminal activity and corruption.
It is often hidden and hard to address. Trafficking always violates the
child’s right to grow up in a family environment. In addition, children
who have been trafficked face a range of dangers, including violence and
sexual abuse. Trafficked children are even arrested and detained as
illegal aliens.
-
Unicef
It’s about time to
tell this story. I realize that this story will strike a cord with
everyone. People will be outraged and sad and believe it cannot happen in
a modern society such as ours. The truth is that it has happened. It is a
series of events in my life I will never forget. I feel everything from
anger to despair for the girl in this story, and am shocked and feel
powerless that there are 1,200,000,000 those experiences something like
this… every year.
My daughter was
kidnapped. That’s why I decided to go undercover and see for myself what
happened to my daughter. Maybe I would find her. It took me months to go
undercover. I wanted to document the evil people that could sell another
human being. I wanted to see what they did and why they did it. To do
this, I had to become friends with some of the world’s scumbags. I had
to spend time with them until they trusted me. This was hard. One slip
from my mouth or one question too much, and they would think I was the
police. It was not just a question of what I said; I also had to be
careful of my body language. I had to show that I had no morality and
ethics. Otherwise these people would cut me into 4.
We were driving
through the streets somewhere in Eastern Europe. We were driving on
smaller and smaller roads. I thought that we would soon be in some field.
The houses looked quite poor and it didn’t seem that a few days earlier,
I was in a country that had so many luxuries. We saw a girl standing by a
building. She looked dirty and high as if she had just sniffed glue. It
was easy to see that she was a street child. The car stopped and she came
over to the window and asked us what we wanted. This was the worse mistake
that she ever made as she was forced into the back of the car. Her hand
was stretched out and a needle was shown. She got an injection that made
her very tired and after a few minutes she stopped kicking and trying to
scream.
I looked at her. She
did not know that she was now a commodity. She was about to be sold to the
highest bidder. She would live a life of being a sex slave, and her
freedom, her innocence; even her future would be stolen. It would be sold.
I don’t think the captors really cared. To them she had no family. It
was easy to see that she lived on the streets. She had no family, so there
was no family to pay. She had no one to miss her. But as I looked at her,
I could see that she was beautiful. Her face was like an angel. Deep down
I knew that a lot of pedo’s would love to own her. She was about to be
the property of some perv. The question was if she would enjoy the life of
a sex slave more than living on the streets. Who knows? Maybe her owner
would love her. What was I thinking? This girl could be my daughter that
was kidnapped so many years earlier. How did she feel? Was she drugged
into submission?
We drove to an empty
warehouse and threw her inside a cell. The drug we gave her was slowly
wearing off. The girl could see that she was locked in a cell with three
men on the other side. Her head was buried in her arms as she cried. I
could also see the anxiety in her body, as she was clearly afraid and
confused to where she was.
Rocco, who was the
head of our little group, told me to feel her body and get her used to a
man feeling her body. I was also told to see if she was a virgin. Then he
handed me a diaper and explained that she was being marketed to men who
liked girls in diapers. I could feel the anxiety in me. Here I was trying
to research the evils of child trafficking and expose the kidnappers as
devils themselves. Kidnapping children for a pedophiles pleasure is
probably the worse thing a person can do.
Now I was sitting
beside the girl, and about to abuse her.
“ What’s your
name?” I asked
“ Lola”
“ How old are
you?”
“ 11”
I then asked her if
she knew what sex was. She admitted that she sucked some men and let them
fuck her. She was crying as she said it was so she could survive on the
street. I could see Rocco’s face. He was disappointed. He knew that a
virgin was worth a lot more money than a used girl. You can say it’s the
same with everything. A used car is not as expensive as a new one.
While I was thinking
about this, I started feeling her under her old t-shirt. This could have
been a test from Rocco to see if I could be trusted or not. I would do
anything to find my daughter that was kidnapped years earlier. Lola’s
skin was very smooth. If she washed herself, she would indeed smell nice.
I could feel my cock get stiff as my large hands were now circling her
chest. I could feel the budding of new breasts. She gasped every time my
finger top touched her nipple. My hands started working their way down to
her waist. My free hand was opening her jeans as my other hand started
feeling per pussy. I often felt a pussy that was shaved, but feeling a
pussy that had no hair yet was something else. It felt like my hands were
skating on something that is too true to be good. Lola just spread her
legs as she did so many times before. She started at the barred window
while my hand was caressing her cunt. I could feel the juices start come
out the more and I caressed it. I closed my eyes asking for forgiveness as
well as thinking how lovely this was. I opened my eyes and could see the
face of my daughter. I quickly removed my hand. What did I just do? I
abused a little girl. I was now a pedophile.
Rocco threw a short
denim dress at her and told her to wash and put the new dress on. He also
threw a diaper on the bed and explained that Lola will be a special baby
and sold to special people. Lola
looked at me and asked what will happen to her. I kissed her forehead and
told her not to think about it. How was I going to explain that she would
be sold as a sex slave in a country she knew nothing about? I then had to
tell her that from now on she would be wearing a diaper. This didn’t
seem to bother her at all. She confided in me that she took pictures once
where she wore diapers and since then she sometimes wet herself. I took
the opportunity to explain that wearing them full time would be good. I
think my voice was stuttering as I pulled took off her clothes and seen
her naked body. I will admit, that her body was something that I
admired. After just feeling her growing buds and her pussy, I felt like
raping her there. I held myself back and put the diaper on her. I thought
this would make her look less sexy, but in a way, it looked even sexier.
The denim dress did very little to hide the diaper. I told her to wait
here, because soon we had to travel a long way.
She was thrown in
the back of a van. I was given something to give Lola an injection. I knew
this would make her feel tired and confused. Rocco told me to take care of
her, but to make sure that I didn’t get too attached with her, as she
was just a commodity. I could see her eyes pleading. Pleading for me to
let her go. Her eyes pleaded freedom. I gave her the injection. I had a
job to do. My eyes closed and I imagined my daughter confused and pleading
her captives not to inject her. She must have been so afraid on what a sex
slave was.
A few hours later,
the van stopped. I was told to change Lola’s diaper. Once again I had a
clear view of her hairless pussy. I asked her did she like when I felt her
pussy. There was no reaction. She just looked at the ceiling in the van
and asked if we were done soon. Not getting her consent, I just continued
to stroke my finger up and down the slit. Sometimes I would finger fuck
her. I tried convincing myself that I was no pedophile that I was just
getting her ready for what laid ahead of her.
Outside Rocco was
waiting. He wanted to take pictures of her. At first Lola found it hard
just standing on her legs, after so many hours in a dark van. Her eyes
also had to get used to the sunlight. He raised his hand showing that he
would slap her if she didn’t smile and show she didn’t care about
taking provocative pictures. In the first few pictures, she put her arms
under her chin and did a pose that a sultry pop star would give. Then she
started feeling her knees working her way up to her diapered pussy. Then
she put her hand behind the denim dress, lifting it up as she started
caressing her buds. She smiled, but it was not the smile of a girl that
was enjoying herself. It was a smile of a girl that knew it was her body
the camera wanted to see, and not her mind. At times images of my
daughters face were in my head. Did she smile? Did she understand how to
look sexy? Was she beaten until she had learnt it. Did my dear daughter
look like a slut like Lola did now? In a way Lola was used to being a
slut. She let people take pictures of her. She let people have sex with
her. She sold herself to men and boys when she was homeless on the street.
I was trying to defend the actions that I was witnessing. Maybe Lola
deserved this.
We were told to get
in the back of the truck. Rocco noticed that I had an erection that was
about to burst.
“ I Think its time
she took care of that”
“ What do you
mean?”
“ I mean by the
time we stop again, the girl knows how to take care of a cock when it
looks like what you have”
“ Her name is
Lola”
Once again in the
van, we were driving through country roads. For every kilometer that went,
she looked out the back window and felt more and more alone. Her friends
that were on the street, the familiar town and all that was now becoming a
memory.
One thing I could
not help was my cock. It was standing up at full attention. I took my cock
out of my trousers and noticed that she pushed herself more back in her
seat. This girl was no virgin. She knew exactly what was going to happen.
I took her by the back of her head and forced my cock in her mouth. I
looked down and seen her eyes once again pleading. Were they pleading for
this or were they pleading for her to escape this. My cock had a mind of
its own. It didn’t care what she wanted. I could feel her tongue as it
licked the top and sides of my cock. It seems like she was now in a world
of her own as she started bobbing her head back and forth. Sometimes she
would suck her cheeks in, so it felt like I had my cock in some vacuum.
Lola was one hot child slave. She would make some perv lots of money. I
took the back of her head and tried pushing it more and more in; I wanted
to make sure she remembered this mouth fuck forever. I am certain that I
would. The wet sensation of the little mouth was too much for me, and
after while I cummed in her mouth. She swallowed it, which is something I
didn’t know she would do. Then she wiped her mouth and sat back in her
corner, smiling at me while she felt asleep.
It was time to get
something to eat. The van stopped at some old run down cafeteria. Rocco
told Lola and me that we would be father and daughter. He was quite mean,
and said if she tries anything he would kill her. Lola looked at me while
he made this threat. She could see in my powerless eyes that we should do
what he said.
In the Cafeteria, we
ate a burger. Lola was quite talkative. She told me how she took pictures
for some modeling agency. How most of the pictures was her wearing a
diaper. Later she would be in pictures and video of having sex with
another girl. This was replaced by sex with men. Her father didn’t give
a shit; he just let her be abused by these people. She escaped on the
street where she met other homeless children. She took care of some
younger children and used her body to get money so they could eat. She
cried as she told of her many friends that had died by sniffing glue.
I was once again
hard when she was telling this story. I felt sorry for her, but my cock
didn’t. I put my hand under the table and started fingering her. She
closed her eyes as she felt my finger invading her tight wet pussy. I felt
her hand trying to take my cock out, which she managed. After that, we
were two people masturbating each other in a cafeteria. Both of us were in
a world of our own as we felt each other and how much pleasure that could
give us. Of course within minutes, I started to cum under the table. Lola
was quite wet as well. We were bought back to reality when a waitress
asked us if the food was OK, we both looked a bit red in the face. Lola
said everything was fine.
After the waitress
went, Lola asked me did I love her. I lowered my head and said that it was
time to get going.
Once again we were
on the road. Lola looked out the window. My thoughts were once again on my
daughter. The thought of her beautiful little face being made to suck a
man, and maybe even be fucked. The idea of dirty old pervs feeling her
body. I tell you this much, pigs have more rights than children. My eyes
were full of tears now. Did my daughter survive this, or did she die? Lola
seen the tears in my eyes. Maybe she thought they were for her. Maybe they
were as well.
The van stopped once
again. It was a huge park. I was told to take Lola out and wait. Rocco
said it was time to earn a bit of extra money. This fat man gave Lola
money and I was forced to hand her over to him. Lola looked at me and
pleaded please. I did not want her to be abused by this man, but at the
same time, I didn’t want to blow my cover. The man led Lola into some
bushes. He told Rocco to send someone in 10 minutes.
“ You seen to be
getting attached to her” Rocco said
“ No. I just
wonder what her life will be like”
“ Her life is
over. She will be sold to an old pedophile and be his slave for years.
That’s if she survives. Some pedos are nice, others are not that
loving”
“ Don’t you feel
bad at times that we kidnap innocent children and make slaves of them”
“ Not really? Do
you?”
“ Money is
money”
Rocco told me to go
in the bushes to find Lola. The man needed some help. I slowly ventured
through the bushes. This must have been a meeting place for pedos, because
there were several boys and girls doing everything from sucking to getting
fucked. None of the children seemed happy in what they were doing. I could
see that their faces were blank. The central thing in each scene is that a
cock overpowered a child.
Finally I found
Lola. She was just wiping her mouth. I could see that she spit his sperm
out. This made me proud of her. She still had humour telling the man that
under no circumstances did she want his sperm in her. The man said that he
paid Rocco to see me fuck her. I was about to say that I was not a pedo.
Then I thought of all the abuse Lola experienced, just by my hands. Who
was I fooling Of course I was a pedo
I laid her on her
back and took off all her clothes. The man was surprised that she was
wearing a diaper. That came off too. I spread her legs as I started
kissing her budding tits. OK, they were flat, but I could see them poking
out a bit. I started kissing lower and lower. She liked this as I could
feel her hands on my head, forcing my head more and more into her body. At
last I was licking her pussy. It was wet in anticipation of this. I let my
tongue fuck it. She was starting to groan begging me not to stop. I
didn’t. I tried to swallow as much pussy juice as I can. I am so sorry
that I cannot explain how it felt. It was better than anything I ever
tasted before. I then spread her legs as far as possible and looked down
at my cock. Once again, Lola made it as stiff as possible. It was time to
make us into one being. In other words, I pushed forward and my cock found
the entrance. I decided to put it in quick. This girl was no virgin, so
she knew what was happening. She let out a long moan as my cock buried
itself in her pussy. I smiled too. The pussy was so tight and hugged my
cock as I started going in and out of her. After a few minutes, she
started pushing her pussy towards me. She wanted it in her as far as
possible. She was breathing heavy, and I heard her say that she loved me.
I looked down at her face and tears came to my eyes once again. Even
though she seemed to accept being fucked, I was still abusing her. After
some minutes I started sperming inside of her. The man was jerking off
seeing this performance, and at the same time I came, he came all over
Lola’s face. I felt like punching him.
Lola and I were
exhausted after. In my head I went over what she would experience now. We
would soon arrive in town and people would bid for her in a secret
auction. Then some pedo would come and claim her. You know the rest. This
most likely happened to my daughter. The more and more I thought about it;
the more I thought that I would never see her again. Some things are too
late.
Eventhough I would
never see her again, I would take fate in my hands. I would save Lola. The
fat man left. I told Lola to hide in the bushes and if anything happened
to me to run as fast as she could. Soon Rocco came. He asked where she
was. I pointed away from me. As he looked that way, I stabbed him with a
knife I had. I stabbed him about 30 times. I was now a pedo monster. But I
wanted this monster dead.
Lola came out of the
bush and hugged me. She started kissing me, tongue against tongue. I
explained that we had to travel back to her home country. But I would not
allow her to sleep in the streets. I would take care of her. At the same
time, I promised I would not abuse her any more. I knew this would be the
hardest part of the deal
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