Finally, I confirmed Irina had departed Vnukovo International near Moscow, on Moscow Air 3347, and was on her way to my hilltop retreat near Luxembourg. It had taken almost a calendar year of my time between architectural projects to arrange this, pay off the right people, cover my tracks, etc. The Russians weren’t the problem. The safety of a six-year-old girl was not high on their list of priorities. The Europeans were another matter entirely. Why was she traveling alone? To where? And for how long? Worse, Irina’s English was not great. My one nightmare was that she would somehow provide my name—even my first name—and then say “sex slave.” When I first fell in love with her I told her my name. I cursed myself for that, but I was in love. Strictly speaking, she was sexual property. Way underage. My dog and I had purchased her “holes.” I turned the Saab up the highway with the other motorcars to meet her at the airport and realized my panties were soaking.
Once the flight taxied in, she looked even younger than she was. Bangles of trim brown hair, finely cut and shaped. A mink fur muff on her head. Stylish black tights and booties with a thin, supple leather coat. The parents were rich alright. They just didn’t want a kid to fuck anymore—that’s why they had advertised and interviewed to sell her off. In the car, I parted my legs and told her to rub my cunt. It was naked and hairy for her. I told her firmly to stick her fingers up into my twat, then grabbed her hand and started to furiously move it until I came hard, blurting out “oh my fucking God!”. Then I shifted in my seat and ordered the little bitch to stick her middle finger up my ass and pump it in and out. She kept up a steady rhythm for me so I could fully enjoy it.
On impulse, unable to stop myself, I pulled off the road and into a public park. I pulled down her leggings, pulled up her legs and stuck a finger up her ass, pumping it in and hysterically, as she silently submitted. Her parents had trained her well. She never resisted.Finally, I forced my fingers into her mouth and she sucked. I stuck them in till she gagged and almost spit up.
When we got to my spacious three-story villa, I immediately ordered her out of her clothes and called over the dog, who started licking her pussy as I stripped naked. I watched the two of them have sex excitedly. Irina twisted and moaned as my dog had his way with her. She began to scream with cumming and I came also, fingering my hairy twat, standing over the obscene couple as Bruno forced his cock into her. Then I applied a Hitachi vibrator to the little girl’s clit and yelled at her to cum again and piss for me. This time she twisted and tried to get away, but I pinned her until she ejaculated her piss into my mouth. I threw her on the floor and she licked up the remaining piss, her ass stuck in the air. It was fun to watch my new toy as I stroked myself. Irina started to smile at me and crawled over and licked my pussy hairs, lapping at them, sitting happily and giggling a bit strangely.This was my first clue she had an emotional disorder. The incest had fucked her up. Her father’s cock shoved up her tender ass had been too much to process, I imagine her mother licking her pussy while she was tied in bondage and whipped had partitioned her personality. Today Irina was the perfect little sex object—a tender delicious body lacking a soul. I began to make plans for a little party of fellow adult females to pierce her holes. The nanny came in at that moment and handed us towels. I spoke to her in Dutch. Then, in Russian, the nanny told Irina she would show her her room on the third floor. They took the polished aluminum elevator from the living room I had designed overlooking the Rhine. Money makes sex better. And you never get caught.
My driver had delivered all the invitations a week before, and the cook was finishing the canapes when Irina appeared in the living room with the nanny. The maid, also with them, had dressed Irina for the evening. She wore silk stockings, no panties and a dog collar. Black leather wrist and ankle cuffs would make it easier to tie the little girl in place and fuck her. Irina was topless, her small pointed dar nipples showing. She would be fucked tonight by the dog, she would suck its cock, she would be fucked by me and sodomized by the five eager lesbians I’d invited, all of whom had RSVP’d. It was the first of many fuck parties for Irina I had planned. I took the six-year-old to the middle of the living room, lowered the track lighting, and strapped her into a custom-sized bondage bench I had had built for the child. It was angled to keep her ass high in the air. She was mostly going to be sodomized, since that is the most perverted of holes. Two adjustable knee pads at the sides of her waist would allow the women fucking her to get the right angle for their black rubber strap-ons. The one rule was the strap-ons had to be HUGE. They had to make the six-year-old scream from the violation and the pain. Irina had to feel raped and used and worthless. She would be sexually abused all night and left to recover on the third floor, curled up and alone. Of course, I told her that this party would be “fun”, with “lots of laughter” and plenty of ice cream. I checked her restraints after strapping down the cords and asked her to try to move. She couldn’t. At that moment, the first guests arrived, and I left her there.
Carmin, Jasmine and Ivana breezed into the room wearing Dior (who was trending) and gaped when they saw Irina’s nude buttocks high in the air.
“Is that ass for us?”, they blurted out. “Oh my god! We are gonna party in her shit-shute! Such a tender bud. Do you still have Bruno?”
“Oh yes. I’ve been holding him back. That dog will fully enjoy my darling Irina’s cunt tonight.”
“Mmmm,” said Carmin. “And mine. I’ve missed Bruno’s thick cock. You give the best parties.”
The maid ushered in Kalen and Sabrina. Then she offered watercress tea sandwiches and champagne. Finally, she brought a large bowl of blue and yellow pills for all.
“Ecstasy,” I commented. We all took a couple. “It will make raping her unreal. Just remember to hydrate. Ask Delores for the orange juice—it’s right there.”
We were all naked now, kissing, licking each other’s pussies on the leather sofas, probing our asses. There were sharp cries of pleasure and curses.
“Ohh…ohhh…ohhh..my pussy!”, blurted out the women as they had sex.
The dog padded by and Kalen collared him and brought her to the little girl who was waiting to be fucked.
“C’mon Bruno,” Kalen cried out. “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck the little girl with your big doggie dick! Make her beg like a pig!”
The other women gathered around to watch Irina get fucked by the huge dog, an Alsatian. The animal licked Irina’s twat and began to get stimulated by her scent. His prick shot out of his sheath and he bounded up on her back as she was strapped down. Soon he was fucking the girl and the little girl was screaming. She had never been forced to have sexual intercourse so violently with an animal. Bruno’s haunches were bucking uncontrollably and the bench was shaking violently. His forepaws went around little Irina’s ribcage and his tongue lolled out. Drool dripped onto the girl whose screams had given way to sobs.
“You’re just a dog-whore!” yelled the women, slapping Irina’s face. “You fuck animals you cock-sucker!” The women were all fucking high now, too far gone to care. The dog had slowed his humping and was squirting semen deep into the little girl’s pussy. The flow ran down her legs as she continued to sob and protest. As the dog finished, the maid brought a kitchen pan and balanced it under Irina’s thighs. The dog—finished using the bitch—slowly softened and extracted his penis from the little one. As he pulled his cock out a flood of semen poured out with him and the maid caught it in the tray. Rina’s bonds were loosened and she was made to lick up all the dog’s semen in the tray. She was so revolted she vomited—but the women forced her head back down again and again—despite her vomiting and tears—and made her eat it all.
“Sperm is never to be wasted! Sperm from cocks is sacred!” they yelled as the girl sobbed. They grabbed her head and slapped her. Irina’s hair and face was covered with sticky bits of dog-sperm and vomit and spit. Every drop had been lapped up as she cried for a mercy that never came. The women scooped up the phlegems of spit and smeared it all over the child’s face and titties, rubbing it in. Then they dragged her naked like a rag doll, her feet trailing on the floor, over to the nearest cream-colored carpeted wall, opposite the million-dollar night-time views over the Rhine. Her wrists were clipped into place with brass hooks, and her legs stretched out and likewise bound on collars and with leather cords. I retrieved a substantial, cordless Hitachi vibrator from a nearby stand and switched it on menacingly, waving it in the air and laughing, drunk with drugs and sex. The child’s head had dropped to her chest in exhaustion—until the head of the evil vibrator was pressed to her clit firmly and into her small folds. I smiled as I watched her twist and scream from the stimulation.
“Eeeeeeeee, eeeee………eeeee………eeeee…!!”
“Scream like a pig, you cocksucker!,” I wailed and slapped the little bitch.
The women gathered around like vampiresses intent on guzzling vaginal juice. I worked two fingers up into my charge’s twat and massages deep inside her cunny—sideways across her G-spot. She kept shrieking—then her tonal range changed and the small child ejaculated—pissing, bucking her young hips, crying out.
“Oh my cock-sucking, mother-fucking God rescue me!”