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  Msg#: 7287                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  03:22
  From: an53629                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No 
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  Subj: REPOST The Gangster 1/3 (mf,nc,teen)

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I did not write this story.

This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !
                          THE GANGSTER


"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks,"  stammered the 
terrified Don Wagner.  He tentatively sat down on the 
sumptuous leather  couch in the living room of the penthouse 
suite. 

     Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city.  He 
had a very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens 
didn't even know his name.  But he controlled most of the 
drugs distribution in the state.  

     He was born Luigi Borowicki to a poor Polish couple 
living in Wollongong and early in his teens decided that 
intimidation and bullying was a better way to earn a living 
than wielding a pick in the mines the way his poor stupid 
father had done for forty years.  And then when he'd died in 
the mine collapse the company had paid his mother a lousy two 
grand and kicked her out of their rented company house.

     The sixteen year old Luigi was so mad he went round to 
the mine owner's house to beat him up.  Luigi had had a good 
education into the tactics of fighting, and he was very 
strong.   But the mine owner was away in Sydney with his 
wife.  Instead, his eighteen year old daughter, Imogen was 
there with her boyfriend, frolicking in the pool by 
themselves.

     Frustrated because the target of his rage wasn't there, 
Luigi lashed out at the next best thing.  He beat the 
boyfriend to a pulp breaking both his legs and knocking out 
five of his teeth, and tied him up.  Next he stripped the 
pretty Imogen naked, tearing her expensive designer clothes 
off her shapely teenage body and fucked her senseless, in her 
cunt, her virgin arsehole, and then pissed into her mouth, 
making her swallow the whole lot.

     "Tell your daddy this is what happens to mine owners who 
couldn't give a stuff about the people who work their arses 
off for him," he sneered as he wiped his cock clean with the 
shattered girl's long glossy hair. 

     He walked out of the huge mansion and back to the tiny 
house they were going to have to leave in a couple of days, 
only to find his poor wretch of a mother breathing her last 
breath as the last of her blood ebbed from the deep cuts in 
her wrists into the bath.

     Luigi felt rage in every bone in his body at being left 
alone through no fault of his own.  He felt the whole world 
was against him, and something snapped in him.  From that 
moment on, he seemed bent on teaching the world a lesson - 
that they couldn't mess with Luigi Borowicki  and get away 
with it.

     He turned his back on his dead mother, walked out of the 
house and apart from the funeral he never went back there 
again.

     He walked the streets for ages that night, wondering why 
the world had dealt him such a cruel blow, until he finally 
broke into a house on the outskirts of Wollongong.  It was a 
very well-to-do household and he drew his flick knife and 
menaced the couple who lived there until they gave him money.  
Again, he tied up the man and made him watch while Luigi 
stripped his wife naked and made her masturbate for him with 
an enormous candle that was on the mantlepiece.

     Then, just inches from the helpless man, Luigi fucked 
his wife in the arse, then in her cunt, pulling his cock out 
of her and spraying his spunk over the pair of them.  The 
woman orgasmed as Luigi rammed a broomhandle up her arse and 
a coke bottle up her cunt.

     He laughed as the husband showed his outrage at his 
wife's enjoying the raping, and he stopped at the front door 
to piss on the carpet and up the walls.

     After that, Luigi changed his name to Paul Lance, to 
help eliminate the background of migrant working class 
oppression and since so many people could identify him.  

     He went to Kings Cross and with brutal efficiency 
quickly showed the underworld types there that he could be a 
top class enforcer.  In no time he was  accepted to the 
personal staff of the main drug distributor for NSW, as 
bodyguard and persuader, a job he excelled at, because the 
good looking twenty year old Paul Lance enjoyed beating 
people senseless and  brutally raping women.

     Paul's harsh command of the seedier parts of Sydney, 
punctuated with the occasional disappearance of any assocates 
and friends who might represent a threat to his ambition 
meant that within a couple of years he was running a string 
of thirty prostitutes and operated four strip clubs as an 
equal partner with the head of the Police Drug squad.

     As a sideline business, he organised kidnappings of 
girls and boys in Asia, sometimes even as young as 9 or 10 
years old and sold them in Australia and in the USA as 
playthings or gave them to the cops as bribes. 

     He ruled his growing empire with a rod of iron.  No-one 
was ever allowed to deviate an inch from his instructions, 
and even minor transgressions were punished severely, often 
with the life of the transgressor, extracted painfully and 
slowly. 

     Once, a stripper and part time prostitute refused a 
request of one of the Kings Cross policemen who was Paul's 
employee.   He had told her to lick his arse clean after he'd 
had a shit and she had told him to go and get fucked.  Paul 
was affronted and said that disobedient behaviour wouldn't be 
tolerated.  He closed the strip club and brought in a bikie
gang who was part of his heroin distribution
network in the western suburbs and they stripped her naked, 
held her down and raped her repeatedly for 24 hours.  And 
they weren't at all gentle about it.  By the time they were 
finished with her, she was at death's door.  Paul laughed as 
they threw her, battered and naked into the alley behind the 
Police station where she died of a heroin overdose.

     So this was the charming man who offered Don Wagner a 
seat over looking the harbour with the beautiful white sails 
gliding serenely over the shimmering water.

     "I haven't seen you for a while, Don," Paul began after 
they'd both been given a large scotch by a striking 14 year 
old Thai girl in a maid's uniform.  "I was sorry to hear that 
you and your pretty wife Branda had separated."  He clicked 
his fingers and the girl went and stood quietly beside the 
bar.

     "Thank you Mr Lance, that's the way life goes sometimes.  
She got the house and the girls  but I'm getting by though."

     "Good, good.  And how are your three delightful 
daughters?"

     "They're very well, thank you for asking, Mr Lance.  
Kylie started high school last year and she's been selected 
for the state gymnastic team, and the twins, Jodie and Amy 
just started high school this year." 

     "Good heavens Don how they've grown.  How old are they 
now?"  Paul snapped his fingers again and the Thai girl 
walked over and stood beside him.  Without taking his eyes 
off Don Wagner, Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt 
and fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the 
rooting he'd given her an hour earlier.

     ... Paul put his hand up the girl's short skirt and 
fingered her cunt, still oozing his spunk from the rooting 
he'd given her an hour earlier.

     "Do you like her?" Paul asked, "This is Ling Mai.  I got 
her a few  years ago in Thailand and I've been lending her 
out to some people I owe favours to.  I think I'll keep her 
here for a while now. She's very obliging and completely 
obedient.  I'll let you fuck her one day if you like."

     Don thought the idea of sticking his cock up the pretty 
Thai girl was about the most delicious thing he could 
imagine.  He hadn't had any sex at all since his wife kicked 
him out.   He'd even started fantasising about his own lovely 
daughters lately.  "That's very kind of you Mr Lance.  I'd 
like that.   My Kylie's thirteen and the twins are twelve, Mr 
Lance."

     "For heaven's sake,"  Paul was all charm and light at 
the moment, but Don Wagner was under no illusions about the 
way the conversation was going to turn and he wished the man 
would get on with it.  "the next thing you know they'll be 
getting married!  Anyway, to get to business."  Paul Lance's 
face hardened.  "Suppose you tell me what happened last night,
Donny baby?"

     "Well you see, Mr Lance, I was ambushed.  I didn't know 
the cops would be there.  I thought they were your cops ... " 
"You lost a million dollars worth of heroin, Donny my friend, 
my heroin that I paid a lot of money for."

        "Yes, but it wasn't my fault!  They were waiting and..."

     "Shut the fuck up!!" Paul shouted.  "You lost me a 
million dollars and I've got commitments to satisfy.  Go and 
get a million dollars and bring it here by five o'clock 
tonight."  Paul's cock was swelling with the erotic feeling 
of the young girl's slippery cunt gripping his fingers, so he 
signalled to another girl, a pre-pubescent dark haired indian
girl of 12 he'd bought in a deal with some heroin a
year ago who wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him, 
pulled his cock out of his pants and popped it into her 
practiced mouth and started sucking him off. "Mr Lance, I 
couldn't find that sort of money by five o'clock!  I need 
time.  I'd have to sell my house."

     "I don't give a fuck what you have to do.  I have to 
meet my own commitments.  Now you fuck off and get me my 
money.  Be back here  at five o'clock sharp or I'll send my 
boys to get you, and you know what that means, don't you." 

     Don Wagner was absolutely petrified now.  He most 
certainly did know what it would mean if he didn't arrive 
there by five o'clock.  He'd be cut up into little pieces - 
slowly - and disposed of in a building site.  He'd have a 
lump of concrete for a grave.  But if he did arrive on time 
and didn't have the money he wouldn't have much better 
prospect

     s either.  He was pale and quivering in fear as he rode 
the lift down the building to the street.  The last sight he 
saw as the lift doors closed was Paul Lance lying the pretty 
young asian girl on her back on the floor and prodding the 
head of his cock between her smooth slick hairless cuntlips.  
The indian girl was squatting by his head holding her little
black maid's skirt up and offering him her cunt to lick.

     Paul pressed a button under the table just to his right 
and immediately a door opened off to the far end of the room.  
He didn't pause at all in his fucking of the girl as a large 
man dressed in a uniform entered. 

     "Robert, pick Don Wagner's daughters up from school this 
afternoon and bring them here.  Don't take no for an answer, 
and you'd better take Warren with you just in case they are 
reluctant.  And they are not to be harmed or interfered with 
in any way, is that clear?"

     The chauffeur was disappointed at not being able to have 
any fun with the girls, but he knew better than to say 
anything.

     "Yes Mr Lance. Is that all?  "

     "Bring the older one  Kylie up here and put the others 
in Frank's care in the basement until I want them. Now fuck 
off," Paul said as he shot his spunk up the little Thai 
girl's clinging slit.

     +++++++++++

     "Have you done exactly as I asked?"  Paul asked his 
chauffeur and persuader at ten to five that afternoon.

     "The younger two are in the basement downstairs, Mr 
Lance.  Are you sure we can't have a little fun with them?"

     "I said no, you fucking idiot.   Now don't ask again.  
Have you prepared them the way I told you?"

     "Yes Mr Lance."

     "Good.   Now get out until I call you."

     At five o'clock exactly the lift motor whirred and the 
doors opened as Don Wagner walked into the room.  He was 
carrying a briefcase, but he had a very worried expression on 
his face.  Paul was pleased at that because he was looking 
forward to what he had planned for this drug courier who had 
been so stupid as to let the fucking cops get their hands on
some of his stuff.

     "Good evening Don, my friend,"  the malevolent Paul 
said, with a broad pleasant smile on his face.  "Come in and 
make yourself comfortable.  Would you like a drink?"

     Don knew the smile was only to try and unnerve him, he'd 
seen this show of bonhommie many times before, frequently 
just before the most horrific and brutal punishment was meted 
out to some poor wretch.  He also knew better than to  turn 
down any invitation of the evil Paul Lance, even one so 
inoccuous as a drink.  As Robert gave him his scotch, Paul Lance
continued.

        "Did you manage to get the million you owe me, Donny boy?"

     "Well, Mr Lance, I've got half a million here in this 
bag, and I've had to mortgage my house again and the money 
from that won't be ready until the morning.  I can get the 
rest for you in full by then.  Is that OK Mr Lance?"  Don 
Wagner's voice quavered with the fear he felt in every bone 
of his body.  Mr Lance was not used to people failing to do
as they were told, even such tall orders as this.

     "Well, Don, I am pleased you've seen the sense of things 
and arranged the million dollars.   It would be a sad thing 
for me to have one of my most trusted lieutenants fail me.   
I am glad you have acknowledged your responsibilities."  Don 
was immensely relieved at this and breathed a sigh of relief.  
However his relief was short lived, as the crime boss continued.

     "However I am also disappointed that after all these 
years together you have let me down on the aspect of 
punctuality.  You know as well as I do that being on time 

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 Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES 
  Msg#: 7292                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  03:27
  From: an53629                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No 
    To: All                                          Mark:                     
  Subj: REPOST The Gangster 2/3 (mf,nc,teen)

From: an53629@anon.penet.fi


I did not write this story.

This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !

     Despite being near to cumming, Robert showed the 
discipline that had endeared him to Paul years ago by pulling 
his cock out of Kylie's warm moist sucking mouth and taking 
her hand off his balls and her fingers out of his bumhole.  
He walked across the room with his rigid pole waving in front 
of him and spoke into the intercom.  Almost before Robert had
returned his dick to its welcome home in Kylie's
mouth, the outer door opened and the two young girls entered, 
still wearing the maids uniforms they had been wearing when 
Kylie's father first saw them earlier in the day. 

     They solemnly walked across the room to stand beside 
their master and silently let him put his hands up their 
dresses to feel their smooth cunts.  As Robert had Kylie 
kneel on the floor in front of them so he could fuck her tiny 
cunt from behind, Paul told his two young slaves that his 
cock was dirty and needed cleaning.  Immediately the girls 
fell to their knees and started licking and sucking at his
crotch, cleaning it and worshipping it at the same time.

     "Indira, I want a piss.  Get your mouth over my cock and 
drink it."

     The girl plainly didn't like to drink his piss, but that 
didn't persuade Paul at all.  A good slave will do everything 
she's told to do without hesitation or complaint.  As Ling 
Mai kept on licking his balls, Paul slapped Indira very hard 
indeed, sending her careering across the floor in a very 
undiginified fashion.

     "I told you Indira, never to question my commands but to 
carry them out exactly and immediately.  You are lucky I am 
feeling very mellow or I would punish you very severely.  Do 
you want me to get Robert and the boys to fuck your arse all 
night again?" 

     She was plainly terrified at this suggestion and shook 
her head vigorously.  Well get over here and do as you're 
told.  The poor young girl stood up shakily and returned to 
the couch where Paul was reclining like an old-time 
potentate.  Indira took his cock in her hand and put her 
mouth around the head and waited for the stream of hot piss 
to start.

     Ling Mai, you do my arsehole," he said as  he lifted his 
legs high into the air to give the little Thai girl access to 
his rear.  Kylie, kneeling on the floor but looking over her 
shoulder at the scene as the chauffeur pounded at her cunt 
was astounded that the girls would do such perverted and 
filthy things.  She had thought she was pretty outrag eous, but
she'd never thought of drinking piss!

     There was silence in the room now, except for the sounds 
of Robert's fat cock sloshing around in Kylie's wet cunthole, 
and the slurping sounds of Ling Mai lapping at Paul's 
arsehole.  Suddenly there was another sound.  It was very 
quiet, a tiny sound, but it was the sound of Indira drinking 
as fast as she could, swallowing the piss of her master so that
not a drop spilled out onto his belly.  She knew
if she let any fall out she'd probably be treated as the 
toilet again for the whole household.

        When she had been bought from her impoverished parents in
India for the equivalent of $100, Indira was one of a group 
of a dozen girls and boys aged between seven and twelve.  
They were purchased by Paul's courier to be either used in 
Paul Lance's network or sold into slavery.  Young girls were 
useful for smuggling drugs because the theory was that customs
inspectors wouldn't search little girls cunts
for contraband.  Then they either became highly valuable 
merchandise to sell as slaves or to work in Paul's top secret 
brothels for paedophiles in Queensland and Sydney, or to join 
Paul's personal retinue of sex toys.   Since their cunts had 
to be opened up to stick the condoms containing the heroin up,
the courier had the job of breaking them in.
This was the best part of the job for Ravi.  He would have 
done the job for nothing just to get the chance to fuck girls 
all day.   He enjoyed the things he had to do, and took a 
pride in sorting out the good ones from the bad ones.  

     He had a sadistic streak in him, and he was a little bit 
sad that he couldn't really go to town on the more uppity 
ones, but Mr Lance wouldn't tolerate him wasting any of his 
money by marking a beautiful piece of cunt.   But just once 
in a while Ravi used his own money to buy a girl.  He would 
rape and torture the poor wretch mercilessly, eventually throwing
her battered and unidentifiable body into a
river to be carried away with the dozens of other bodies 
found in Pakistan each year.

     He took his newly purchased children to a disused 
warehouse he rented for the purpose.  First, he separated the 
pretty girls from the plain ones then locked the pretty ones 
in a cage for safe keeping.   Wishing to savour the pretty 
ones for later, he dealt with the plain ones first  .  He 
would strap them all into a frame he had built in the warehouse
which rendered them immobile then he would open up
their cunts, either by fucking them if he felt like it, or 
more usually by jabbing a smooth stick or a dildo up them.  
He ignored their pleas for mercy, because they gave him a 
hard-on.  Once in a while a girl would complain too much or 
cry a little too loudly so just for fun and as an example to the
others he would whip her until her blood ran
onto the floor.   This usually had the desired effect of 
terrorising the others into being meek and obedient, even if 
it meant sacrificing one of his girls.  He couldn't go 
bringing a little girl through customs with welts and 
injuries all over her, so he would have to sell her to an 
Indian or Pakistani brothel.  With any luck she might last a year
of maybe two of ten-times a day fucking.

     The boys were saved for a party he held each trip in 
Rawalpindi.  He paid off the local police who kept the heroin 
supply lines open with regular drunken parties in a local 
cafe.  They would close the cafe for the night, and Ravi's 
boys would be the waiters.  They usually weren't much good at 
serving the tables, but that didn't matter.  By the time most
of the tables were into their second bottle of
wine the clothes were coming off and cocks were being played 
with.  Sooner or later, (usually sooner) one of the waiter 
boys would be grabbed by a drunken policeman and thrown over 
the table where the others would all yank his clothes off, 
hold him down and fuck his arse and mouth until he was 
red raw.  By midnight, everyone would be naked and all
the boys would have numerous loads of cum up their arses.  
One highly popular game was the cum bath, where the youngest 
boy would have to lie on the table so eveyone could see his 
stiff little cock and fondle it when they liked.  The cops 
would gather round him and the boys would have to jerk 
them all off until the spunk showered into the air
covering the boy from head to foot.    Then they'd make the 
boys lick their comrade clean while they had their arses 
fucked.  The highlight of the evening would be the game of 
'pass the parcel', where the most popular boy would be passed 
round a circle, having each cock jabbed up his arse.  As each
man shot his spunk he had to leave the game, until
there was only one man left.  He would then be allowed to 
pick two of the boys to keep for his own playthings until 
Ravi came around on his next trip.  Ravi never took the boys 
back, however because they were almost always totally used up 
and worthless for his purposes by then.   That policeman 
would have used and abused him and lent him out to his
friends continuously for a couple of months. 

     While Ravi loved that part of his job, the times he 
relished most of all was training the prettiest or cutest 
young girls.       It would  take a month sometimes, because 
he would take one or two young girls to his motel room, tie 
them to his bed naked, and rape them repeatedly for two days.  
In Indira's case he had brought his local contact in - 
a grubby toothless Pakistani and let him fuck her and
take photographs of her with sperm running out of her slick 
smooth  cunt. 

     ...he had tied her to the bed and  raped her repeatedly 
in his motel unit for two days.  Then he had brought his 
local contact in and let him fuck her...









Once Paul saw Indira he picked her out of the group of little 
couriers and he made her parade in front of him and all his 
friends completely naked, showing them her private parts.  
They all fucked her and made her display herself for them, 
and then told her that as part of her training she was to be 
their little toilet girl for a few weeks.  They'd made her
drink their piss, lick their arseholes clean
after they'd had a shit, even drink the piss of guests while 
they sat at the diner table and carried on eating their meal.  
.  They'd made her climb up on top of the dining table at 
parties and piss into a big bowl, then they'd pissed into it 
themselves, and made her dip her glass into the concoction and
drink it down. Indira had hated they way
she'd been treated, but knew nothing else so it never 
occurred to her to rebel in any way.

     Ling Mai was the same.  She had never known any other 
way of life either, so she meekly did as she was told and 
accepted whatever punishment Paul meted out to her as part of 
life.  She lapped away at his dirty arsehole thankful in her 
naivety that she had such comfortable surroundings and such 
lovely clothes.  She knew nothing of the way other people lived.
She hadn't been a virgin since she was five,
when her brother sold her cherry to a German businessman for 
fifty dollars.  She was fucked pretty regularly after that in 
Bangkok  - by her brother, her father, and by the paying 
customers they took her to.  Normally they rented her out for 
a night, but sometimes she had to go with the men on longer trips
of up to a week. By the time Paul bought
her outright aged ten, she was a seasoned whore.  The little 
she didn't know about lust and depravity when she came to 
Australia, she soon learnt at the hands of the drug boss and 
his cronies.

     +++++++++

     While Ling Mai, Indira and Kylie were obligingly 
sucking, licking and fucking Robert and Paul upstairs in the 
penthouse, the twins Jodie and Amy were taking quite a 
different approach downstairs in a basement room beneath the 
building.  The three girls had willingly got into the LTD 
limousine that picked them up, because they knew Robert, and 
had driven with him before.  He'd told them their father had
arranged for him to pick them up because he had ben delayed 
in a meeting.

     They'd got nervous however when they caught him leering 
and adjusting his swelling cock in his pants as he looked at 
them in the driving mirror.  But by then it was too late, the 
car was zooming towards the inner Sydney office block where 
Paul Lance's penthouse apartment was located.  They swooped 
into the private area of the underground car park 
and Robert had given orders to a bodyguard that Kylie
was to be taken upstairs to wait outside the apartment until 
Mr Lance called for her.  The huge guard and their sister 
disappeared in the lift and the twins felt very vulnerable 
with the leering and creepy Robert.

     As though by telepathy they came to the identical 
conclusion simultaneously, and turned and ran for the ramp to 
the street.  Robert was ready for them though and he caught 
them before they got twenty paces.  He held them roughly by 
the arm and dragged them to the boiler room and locked the 
door behind them.  He laughed as he walked off jingling the
keys as he went.

     A few hours later, the door opened again and a filthy 
unkempt man came in.  "Good afternoon girls.  My name's 
Frank.  I don't have another name.  You certainly are sexy 
little girls aren't you?   Are you hungry?  Would you like 
some food?" "We want to go home!" they protested.

     "Of course you do, and that's just what you'll do, but 
first your father has to do something for Mr Lance, and you 
girls have to do something for me.  When all those things 
have been done, you can go home and no harm will have been 
done.  So don't worry.  Now do you want anything to eat or 
not?"

     "Yes please, we're hungry!" said Amy. 

     "OK then  I'll get some food for you, right after you've 
done what I want you to do.  Now take those school dresses 
off."  The girls stood there, open mouthed in amazement.  "I 
SAID GET THOSE FUCKING DRESSES OFF AND I MEAN NOW!!!" he 
screamed at them.  He reached for Jodie's fresh light blue 
gingham dress and ripped at the buttons, opening it all 
down the front, then he pulled it off her and threw it
into the corner of the room.   Amy saw the sense in not 
angering this maniac any more and lifted her dress over her 
head.

     "That's better.  Now turn around both of you and let me 
see how you're developing. ... nice,  you're both going to be 
very beautiful women one day.  Now pull those panties down to 
the middle of your thighs.   ...  DO IT!"   Looking at each 
other for inspiration in their terror, the 12 year old twins 
reluctantly put their thumbs into the waistbands
of their panties and pushed them downwards until their
bums and slick smooth pussies were open to the air.

     "Good," the dirty  man said, "now turn around again and 
let me look at you. ... again, only slower this time ...   
great! fucking great  you two are truly wonderful to look at.  

-!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99)
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 Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES 
  Msg#: 7290                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  03:26
  From: an53629                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No 
    To: All                                          Mark:                     
  Subj: REPOST The Gangster 3/3 (mf,nc,teen)

From: an53629@anon.penet.fi


I did not write this story.

This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !

     Don was afraid to think of what unspeakable things they 
had in store for his last daughter.  He looked at Jodie 
wondering how he was going to explain what had happened, when 
he saw the fire of lust in her eyes.  

     Kylie saw it too.  'Fuck she's only little, but look 
what they've done to her!  She's a dirty whore now just like 
me and those other two' she thought as she dipped her finger 
into her cunt and scooped out a dollop of sperm which she fed 
to her father. 

     At a signal from Paul one of the men went to the door at 
the back of the room again and returned wheeling a large 
trolley with a big wooden diagonal cross on it.  There, bound 
spreadeagled and naked was Don's third daughter, the 
terrified Amy.  They wheeled the cross to the centre of the 
room, turned it around and started taking off the wheels so 
it would stay put during the games to come.  For the
first time Amy saw who else was in the room with her.

     The look of horror on her face was complete, as she saw 
her father in the easy chair, naked, with his cock buried in 
the arsehole of her sister Kylie.  Then she saw all the other 
men in the room too, also naked and most sporting big 
erections, and all leering at her lecherously.  Amy 
struggled, trying to escape her fate, but it was no good - 
she was bound just as securely as she had been for all those
hours since Frank had tied her up.  He had been coming back 
every half hour or so and fingering her cunt and pinching her 
nipples and showing her his cock as he masturbated in front 
of her.  At one stage he even put his mouth on her cunt and 
licked her!  It tickled nicely, but she thought it was dirty 
and told him to stop.  It didn't do any good though, he just 
laughed and spat at her cunt before going back to licking her.

     Now here she was suddenly in front of all these 
strangers, open and vulnerable.  At least there were a few 
familiar faces - there was Mr Lance and Robert, but that 
puzzled the young girl too, they were naked and it looked 
like Robert was sitting on Mr Lance's lap.  Amy looked in 
amazement as Robert moved slightly and she saw that Mr Lance 
had his stiff cock right up Robert's arse!  And Robert seemed to
be enjoying it too.

     Robert called to Indira who bent down and started 
sucking on his huge rigid organ.  Indira's upraised arse was 
too much for Tony who stood behind her and stuffed his prick 
into her cunt and started fucking. 

     In the middle of all this activity, Paul Lance, his cock 
up his bodyguards bum and a cock in each hand, said,  "Amy, 
I'm told you have been disobedient.  I cannot allow 
disobedience to go unpunished, so Arie here will administer a 
dozen strokes of the cane."

     Arie, a powerful man like the others picked up a long 
bamboo cane and walked to where the young girl was tied to 
the big wooden cross.  "This won't  take long," he whispered 
to her, and let her have it.  He hit her on the tops of her 
legs a couple of times, bringing up large red welts and 
making her scream and sob.  He lashed her across her chest,
striking her flat tits and making her nipples stand up
stiff and inviting.   He made sure he didn't hit her twice in 
the same place, and the last stroke landed fairly and 
squarely on her wet tickling cuntlips.   The poor girl didn't 
understand why but it made her experience her first orgasm.  
She screamed loudly and shuddered.  

     Amy's father was embarassed beyond belief - he had got a 
huge hard-on after watching his naked daughter beaten and had 
shot another load of spunk up Kylie - in her sloppy sperm-
filled cunt this time.  Paul told Don Wagner to go and fuck 
Amy.

     "NO!  NO!" Amy protested loudly, and her father's face 
said the same thing silently.

     "Fucking well do what you're told Wagner.  I'm sick of 
your whingeing.  You gave me your daughters to save your skin 
and you're lucky I'm letting you break her in yourself.  
Would you rather I let the boys at her?  Or perhaps Brutus?" 
"No, Mr Lance, not that. I'll do it.  Just give me a little 
time to get a hard on.  I've only just cum."

     "We can't wait for that.  Ling Mai, go and suck him up 
again."  The young Thai expertly had Don's cock hard as a 
tent pole in a few moments.  Then she went back to being 
fucked by George while she licked Tony's arsehole.  She would 
have preferred to suck his cock, but that was buried in the 
arsehole of Werner.

     Don stood beside his young daughter, running his hands 
over her smooth delicate skin.

     "It's OK Daddy, I know you have to do it.  I might like 
it.  Just be gentle with me," she said lovingly.  She saw 
reluctance in her father's eyes and wanted to encourage him.  
She knew that the alternative would have been too horrible to 
imagine. What she didn't realise was the burning lust that 
was boiling in her father's loins.  He hated himself for it, 
but there was no mistaking his desire.  He wanted to fuck his 
daughter badly.

     He stood close to her and touched the head of his cock 
against her side, and as he reached for her cunt with his 
hand, he leant over to kiss her.  It wasn't like any kiss 
she'd ever had before, not even the exciting ones from Justin 
Davidson the other day after school when she'd let him put 
his hand up her dress and feel her cunt in return for doing
her math homework.  This was a real KISS, and she
felt a thrill that made her tingle from her toes to her 
eybrows.

     He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue worked its 
way into her mouth.  At the same time his fingers worked 
their way between her wet juicy cuntlips and immediately Amy 
was bitten by the same bug as her two sisters had been.  She 
was instantly converted into a slutty whore and couldn't wait 
for her father to stick his cock into her.

     "Do it, Daddy, do me now.  Don't wait, please," she 
whispered.

     Don moved round between the other legs of the frame that 
held Amy spreadeagled.  From here he could look straight up 
into her cunt and he could see the wetness of her juices as 
she waited for a cock to fill her.  He saw her cunthole spasm 
as she clenched and unclenched her pelvic muscles and he just 
knew she was going to be as good a fuck as the rest of her family.

     He pulled her cuntlips as far apart as he could get them 
and placed the head of his prick at the entrance to her 
fuckchannel.  He put his hands on his daughter's shoulders to 
get leverage and thrust into her with all his strength. 

     In a single stroke, her hymen burst and he was in her.  
His cock surged up her split and Amy bit her lip hard, trying 
not to give her captors the pleasure of seeing she was in 
pain.  Don paused for a long while, letting his cock soak in 
the juices of Amy's young cunt.  He stood motionless feeling 
her vagina squeezing his organ deliciously.

     The magic of the moment was broken when he felt some 
fingers pulling at his arsecheeks and he looked behind to see 
Kylie opening his bum so she could lick him.  Then Jodie was 
at his side, taking his hand and putting it between her legs. 

     Don couldn't take any more of that without reacting, so 
he started to fuck.  His cock slithered greasily in and out 
of Amy's freshly opened cunt and  Kylie played with his 
balls.  He hadn't been fucking for more than a minute before 
he filled Amy's cunt with the seed that had given her life in 
the first place.  He collapsed on top of the young girl
as Kylie and Jodie licked their joined genitals.

     When Don pulled out of Amy's wet cunt, the two girls 
quickly got in and sucked his sperm out of their sister.  
They didn't have much time though, because Paul gave the 
order for a free-for-all and the men grabbed all the girls, 
threw them on their backs on the floor and took turns fucking 
them.

     ...When Don pulled out of Amy's wet cunt, the two girls 
quickly got in and sucked his sperm out of their sister...

     All except for Amy of course, who was still bound 
immobile on the cross and was fucked over and over again as 
the men lined up for a go up her.

     While the orgy raged, Paul Lance called Don over to the 
bar.

     "Don," he said, "you really want to get out of this 
business, don't you."

     "Well, I don't know..."

     "You don't need to deny it, I know you do.  You've 
wanted to get out for a long time.  Well you know you can 
never get out.  But you've been very loyal to me, especially 
over this last episode, so here's what I'm going to do.  
Kylie's earned her orgy on the boat, don't you think?  Well 
you go too.  Take Indira and Ling Mai with you, and a few of 
the boys and have a good time.  Go anywhere in the world
you like and take your time getting back. Then we'll talk 
about a new role for you perhaps running a couple of my 
brothels."

     "Won't you need to have Ling Mai and Indira here with 
you?"

     "No, I have a consignment of young Philipino girls 
coming in in the next few days and I'm going to have fun 
breaking them in.  If you're going outside the twelve mile 
limit, you might need to prove you have the right to use the 
boat, so here's a document I've prepared giving you title to 
it.  Don't get all sentimental. I'm not giving her to you.  

     I want that document back when you return.  OK?"

     "Thank you very much, Mr Lance, that's very generous 
indeed.   Would it be all right with you if the girls and I 
went home soon, we've got a lot to do."

     "Yeah, I've got a boring High School board meeting in 
half an hour anyway.  Hey everyone!  Get your cocks out of 
those cunts and get dressed.  Don here's got to go and he's 
taking some of you with him." 

     Don Wagner not believing his luck, dressed as quickly as 
he could and gathered up his girls - he untied Amy, then  
joined Jodie Kylie, Indira and Ling Mai in the lift to go 
down to the underground car park where the limousine would be 
waiting.  The girls were still naked and covered in spunk 
from head to foot but they walked like women now instead
of girls.

     They squeezed into the huge car, touching and feeling 
each other indecently and giggling at each other.  The 
limousine slinked up the ramp out of the office building into 
the street and headed towards the Wagner home so they could 
clean up and pack for their voyage.

     In an hour they had all showered, packed a few clothes 
and were on board the enormous ocean-going motor cruiser 
heading for Sydney heads.  

     As they passed North Head, Don Wagner, feeling like the 
owner of the yacht with the title deeds and a half a million 
dollars in the ship's safe and another fifty million dollars 
of Lance's money salted away in a Swiss bank account, pulled 
off his speedos and called to Jodie,

     "Hey Jodie, come here girl, you're the only one here I 
haven't had a chance to fuck, so get your gear off and 
spread'em!"

     The girls all screeched in excitement and threw off 
their bikinis.  Jodie lay on her back on the deck, spread her 
legs and pulled her cunt lips apart.

     "Here it is, Daddy, come and get it.  Fuck me as hard as 
you can and then Ling Mai can suck all your spunk out of me."

     Don fell on top of his lovely daughter and speared her 
with his prick.

     +++++++++

     At the very instant Don was fucking Jodie for the first 
time, Paul Lance was being sucked off at the bar by Robert 
the chauffeur.  He reached for the briefcase containing the 
half-million dollars brought earlier by Don Wagner.  He 
thought he'd better check it was all there, just to be on the 
safe side.  He called to Tony to come and get his dick up
his arse.  There was nothing he liked better than to
fuck while he was counting money. 

     Tony stood behind him jerking on his cock to keep it 
hard while Paul pulled his arsecheeks open.  Paul felt Tony's 
cock touch his sphincter and he relaxed to let the fleshy rod 
in.  Tony pushed his dick up his Boss until his pubic hair 
brushed Paul's back, then he started to fuck.  

     As he did  so, Robert was sucking on Paul's cock and 
squeezing his balls. Paul waited to open the case until he 
felt his nuts ready to explode.  He was nothing if not 
fanatical about money.  He wanted to time his orgasm exactly 
to the time when he first saw all those lovely banknotes.

     Robert pulled on his own cock as he sucked his Boss's.  
He came a little too early and his spunk splattered over 
Paul's legs.  Next was Tony, who filled Paul's arse with 
spunk just as Paul himself felt the sperm rising in his cock 
to burst into Robert's mouth.

     At that moment he opened the case.  As his spunk 
splattered the back of Robert's mouth, Paul's brains 
splattered over the ceiling - or they would have if the 
ceiling was still there.  The bomb was set to go off when the 
lid of case was six inches open.  Don knew that Paul would be 
looking eagerly at the money, so he wanted him to know he was 
going to die before the bomb went off.  But as it happened,
Paul Lance, the brutal drug boss was so intent on his orgasm 
he didn't notice the trip wire in the lid.  

     The police never did establish the cause of the 
explosion that ripped apart the penthouse and the top three 
office floors of the office block and caused a fire which 
destroyed another six floors. They had no idea how many 
people died in the blast, because there weren't enough pieces 

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