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I was sitting on the couch, Rea in my lap as she bounced aimlessly on my crotch. I shook my head, feeling the fuzziness hit my brain when suddenly a breaking news report came onto the television. 

“Breaking news! A man by the name of Dave Nackwell has been arrested for being in the involvement of a child sex trafficking group! Dave is supposedly the current boss of this organization. This supposed group has been ran since the 1940s and we have yet to get any details if any of the children have been rescued or found. If anyone has any details on this situation, please immediately call in. We have about four suspects in total in custody involved with the situation.”

As they began to switch out with a few photos of the faces regarding the predators, my body trembled. Then— my heart dropped.

A photo of myself appearing on screen, alongside a blurred out photo of my daughter being molested. I let out a terrifying cry, jumping out of my seat and immediately dropping Rea to the ground. As Rea let out a loud wail, my wife rushed into the room. “Jesus, Stan! What is it—“ her eyes then hit the tv in shock horror. 

My wife then let out a terrifying scream— a scream as if she had just been cannibalized alive. She quickly scooped up Rea, holding her away from me. “I SHOULD FUCKIKG KILL YOU!” she cried out, as she rubbed the back of my daughter’s head. “Baby, stop! Let me explain, okay?? I—“ but my words faltered, I had nothing to say. I had no excuse as to why I had done the things I did. I had no excuse as to why I had abused my daughter— I had no excuse as to why I had forcefully taken the innocence of those children’s lives. 

Nothing except for pleasure— nothing but curiosity. I collapsed to my knees, crying as I covered my face, images of the abuse I had put those children through flashing through my mind. 

I felt myself shaking— violently shaking. “Stan..” my wife said, but no answer from me. “Stan..” she continued, wanting more. 

“STAN!” Finally, I shot up from the bed, my body trembling as I sobbed helplessly. My wife next to me shook my body to wake me. God, “Jesus, Stan. What the hell were you dreaming about??” She asked me, as she pushed her palm against my chest to check my heartbeat. I sighed, trying to calm myself down. “Christ, Stanley. You woke up Rea.” She said, as she referred to Rea wailing in her room. 

“I’ll get it.” I immediately said, as I hopped out of bed and rushed down the hallway, not aware my wife was following after me. “Just move. I’ll get it.” She said, as she pushed me out the way and went into Rea’s nursery. “She probably used the bathroom. Let me—“ but she wouldn’t let me finish before she already had Rea laid on the changing table. 

“Jesus.” She whispered, her eyes widening as she saw the state of Rea’s vagina which was sore and red. “Maybe we should try a different powder, hunny. She looks irritated.” I played along, as I scratched the back of my neck. “I heard that shit had a recall anyway because of all the irritation it was causing. Don’t stress about it, baby. We’ll just buy her some cream.” I said, trying to ease my wife’s worries. “Fine, but you’re buying.” She said, as she turned the other way and left the room. 

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Everyone was standing in the building, awaiting instructions. Just then, a woman came into the front; her breasts bouncing with each walk she took. She was wearing a 1987 special edition caged babe bra set 

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The woman tilted her head, her jet black hair falling to the side. “Hello, you may call me..Mistress Aphrodite or Mistress.” She said, as a sly grin came across her face. “As you all know, the previous owner of this establishment was..” she smacked her plump lips together before she rolled her eyes. “Taken out.” She said bitterly. “Whatever rules you knew before— erase them from your mind. I run things more properly, therefore any hiccups will lead to immediate problems.” She threatened. 

As much as she did scare me, her tits were the only thing I could pay attention to. She was gorgeous— I had never really been interested in women of color before, but the way she ran things gave me a sense of excitement. “Yes ma’am.” I blurted out foolishly. I bit my lip in embarrassment, holding my head down. The woman raised a single brow before she strode over to me, her black Stiletto heels clicking against the floor with each step. 

“Hm,” she said, as she held a ruler under my chin and lured my throat upwards. “I want you in my office by four. Now, everyone scatter before I start handing out slips.” She threatened, her teeth baring in dominance. I had to admit, I was a complete mess until it was my time to meet her. I slowly approached my old boss's office, knocking on the mdoor that had been completely changed. The door was opened by an older man who held a gun by his waistband. 

“Hah, a gun? The old boss didn’t carry that around.” I said nervously, rubbing the back of my neck as I entered the room. “The old boss was a cuck.” She checked me quickly. I looked over at her, immediately turning my head in embarrassment. Just in her lap was a boy who had his face pressed into her breasts, suckling her bosom’s with desperation as if his very life depended on it. “I—I’m so sorry, am I interrupting something, Mistress?” I stuttered, completely intimidated by her presence. 

“Yes, but that doesn’t bother me. I like an audience.” She said, as she beckoned me with her index finger. My throat bobbed with nervousness as I walked over, sitting in the chair. I jumped as I looked down, my mouth gaping open as I saw two Rottweilers devouring her pussy underneath the table. “The previous owner was nothing but a desperate man with a dream. Ever heard of ‘Pedo.Erotica’? How about ‘Little Lamb’? All founded by me, darling.” She said softly. 

My eyes widened with surprise— this woman ran many of the most powerful and famous pedophillic, snuffic, necrophilic, and beastilic companies known to man. “Serious? I— It’s an absolute honor to meet you.” I said, reaching my hand out to shake hers. She kept her arms crossed, not seeming interested in shaking my hand. “You’re the one with that sexy little minx, hm? The daughter.” She said, as she chewed on her index nail. 

“Sweet little thing. I’d love to scissor her fat little cunt.” She fantasized, biting her bottom lip. “Tell you what, bring your sweet little minx into my office and I’ll promote you to my personal hander, hm?” She whispered, as she shooed me away. The dogs turned their heads, drool leaking from their tongues. “Ah, right, of course, mistress.” I said, nodding my head as I walked backwards, accidentally bumping into the door. 

“Sorry. Sorry— yes ma’am.” I stuttered, quickly leaving. I eventually returned back to the office with my daughter who was sound asleep. I propped her up on the office table, looking at her. “Hmm..” The mistress then prodded at Rea’s chest, pulling her barely formed nipples. Rea let out a soft wail, not liking the pain. “Yeah..that is something I’d definitely want a piece of.” She said. 

“I don’t want my daughter to be a part of this, sorry.” I mumbled. “Oh,” she questioned, as she then pushed her palm against the crotch of my pants. “Then tell me why I feel—this?” She whispered in a sultry tone, her palm rubbing up and down against my print. I let out a whimpering shudder, closing my eyes. She then snatched my daughter out my hands, a gleam in her eyes. 

“Hey, sto—“ but before I could continue, she snapped her finger. Two little girls then appeared from the corner, a six year old and a twelve year old. The twelve year old shoved me down into the couch, unbuckling my pants as the six year old smashed her lips against mine. The mistress chuckled as she sat against an opposite chair, licking her lips as she ripped off Rea’s diaper. She then spread her own pussy apart with her already slick fingers and connected their two cunts together, forcing Rea’s hips back and forth to ride her puss. 

“Mmm, fuck! She’s already pissing!” She exclaimed with glee, lifting Rea up to lick the urine dripping from her pussy. I wanted so badly to protect my daughter— but any man would be weak to his knees if he was in my situation. I moaned against the six year old’s lips, feeling her tongue swirl around mine. When our lips separated, a string of saliva connected to both of our mouths. Rea let out a soft hiccup, enjoying the feeling of her little clit being stimulated. The more I watched The mistress force Rea to ride on top of her, the harder I got. 

My head threw itself back as I felt the twelve year old ease the six year old up into my lap and help her sit down on my cock. She happily bounced, her little titties bouncing with excitement. Each time my cock rammed into her sweet spot, the louder she moaned. “MNN. AHHH!!” She cried out, drool pouring from her mouth. She spread her own pussy apart and rubbed her clit, already more experienced than I was. 

“I’m— I’m gonna fucking cum!” I yelled, grabbing her waist and forcing her to ride me harder, not really caring about the blood that was pouring down my leg. “FUCK!” I yelled, as I sat up and flipped us over. I pushed her against the couch,  pile driving her into the cushion. “You like that, huh?? Fucking slut. Already taking grown ass dick at six years old!” I said unconsciously , saying words i didn’t even know would ever slip into my mind. I groaned loudly, bottoming out completely until I spurted inside her pussy. 

She screamed loudly, her pussy spurring out blood and squirt. I grunted as I fucked my nut back inside her, not letting her drop a single bit. I lifted her legs up, making sure it slid right back in. Once i was finished, I dropped her and collapsed, my body weak.