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   the Welcher's girl, 4



   This is a transitional chapter, setting up the action for later
chapters.

   ch 26

   Part Isla and Sylvester Part Isla gets punished Part some oral lovin'
Part Ooops...  Part Part

   Part Isla and Sylvester

   Isla's laughter and her indignant screams of: "No, Sylvester, NO, cut it
out Sylvester!" woke me up from deep sleep.  It was hot and we had been
having trouble sleeping at night so I was getting lazy and sleeping late
into the mid morning which isn't normal for me.  I opened one eye, rolled
over and looked at the commotion.  Isla, brown and naked was writhing on
the ground with Sylvester between her legs, huffing and puffing, trying to
get to the girl's sweet spot.  Isla's was half pushing the dog away as
Sylvester was desperately trying to lick the girl's pussy.  It was a game
they often played nowadays; eventually Isla would tire and "give up",
letting the dog slobber all over her for a while.  Then I would frown at
Isla disapprovingly and and wash her cunny, while masturbating her.  Isla's
half baked protests were all faked, she had to keep up appearances.

   I yawned and stretched, observing their play.  My little cunt toy was
growing up.  Gone was the short little babygirl I found and rescued; her
torso had lengthened, her legs were becoming long.  Her adult teeth were
almost fully grown, the only ones missing were the canines.  Kids begin
puberty earlier and earlier these days.  She had even sprouted tiny cones
on her chest that held the future promise of tits.  Thank the Goddess she
hadn't began growing any pubic hair yet; I would not have been able to
tolerate that and would have simply pulled them ALL out, one by one with
tweezers.  I cannot stand pubic hairs and that's that.  My favorite Sappho
stanza came to me:

   "Maidenhood, my maidenhood,

   where have you gone,

   leaving me behind?

   Never again will I come to you, never again!"

   When I was young and read those words for a first time, I was told she
spoke them in regret of a child lover growing up.  That blew my mind and
made an immense impression on me and i had remembered them forever.  Later
I read she spoke them in regards of herself getting gray hair.  Who really
knows?

   Isla wasn't going to stay a child forever and soon she wouldn't even be
much of interest to me sexually.  Hmmmm, that MIGHT be a problem.  I
absently scratched my belly, lazily rubbed my shaved cunt, flicked my clit,
watching Isla's short bangs fly around.  When it's hot I cut her hair into
pageboy style.  It looks so good on her in her olde Welcher's girl
commercials.  What to do, what to do?  Isla was Heaven sent, but lightening
doesn't strike twice.

   "Ok Sylvester, Ok." Isla sighed and giggled hysterically, "OK, you win,
here you go!" she stopped struggling and spread her legs, giving free
access to the dog's tongue.  Sylvester happily sniffed, then got to work,
greedy lapping at Isla's pussy.  Isla lifted her torso, meeting the dog's
tongue right where she needed it.  Damn, what an erotic sight, my clit
immediately responded and an electric jolt ran through my whole body.  I
layed on my side, watching their shameless display of love, desire and
wanton sex, gently masturbating myself.  Isla had turned into a total
degenerate slut, her days spent incessantly focused on her cunny.  She
wasn't morose anymore, didn't mind anything; as if her mind had snapped and
she totally accepted her lot in life.  I liked the new Isla; she would put
on the strap on without any hesitation, lie on top of me and fuck me with
abandonment.  On my side, I didn't torture her mentally and physically as
much as I used to; all right, I admit, occasionally I'd fuck her in the ass
with a nice sized dildo and make her do weird stuff like shit while filming
her(Asian girl getting anal strap-on and then shitting.mp4) but that was
just to get some variety.  We had become used to each other almost as a
married couple; sex was more of a routine than a power trip.

   I sat up and stretched once again, my joints creaking as my tits swayed
around.  I rubbed my erect nipple.  We slept in a hammock under a covering.
The daily chores needed to be done soon, otherwise it would soon be too hot
to do anything but lie around and vegetate while eating mangos and
pineapples and dripping their juice all over my Isla's growing nipples and
licking them.  I swung around, putting my legs down, grinning at Isla.

   "Come on Isla, sweety." I gently called her as the girl grinded her
vagina into the dog's face as dog saliva flew everywhere.  "Finish it up,
eh?  We need to do some daily chores, otherwise the chickens and the
piggies will be hungry.  And you don't want that."

   "One minute more, please mommy?" Isla pleaded, desperation clearly in
her voice.  "I'mmmm so close to comminnn'."

   I laughed at her, loudly, shaking my head.  Her little show was making
me horny as hell but I kept my hands away from my own cunt.  it wasn't
easy. I was juicing already, my erect clit throbbing.

   "Oke doke, but you will be all chafed and sore from Sylvester's tongue
when I fuck you later on.  You will NOT enjoy it one bit, I can assure you.
It will hurt like hell when I stick in the dildo; your little lips will be
all raw and tender." I told her, picking my nose casually, then eating the
snot.  I made sure to describe it as graphically as possible.  Nope, they
were still at it.

   I jumped off the hammock, and grabbed Sylester's collar, pulling her
away from Isla.  "Come on, that's ENOUGH, Sylvester!  This bitch be mine,
go and find yourself another bitch!" I told the dog, leading her away from
the girl, who sat up and looked at me guiltily.  "I guess I really should
have gotten you a male dog pal!" I told Sylvester, "but I'm SO selfish, I
am incapable of thinking about another being!" Sylvester sat down and
panted at me, a big shit eating grin on her face.

   "And you!" I turned to Isla, "put on your big hat and a big t-shirt to
cover and let's go!" The girl jumped, fear in her eyes, but softened and I
stopped her:

   "You DID eat breakfast, right, sweety?" I caressed her cheek, fixed her
hair, smiled at her.  "You drank some liquids, right?" "You are so
beautiful, Isla, and you're growing up, you will have titties coming soon."
I playfully grabbed a tony cone, kneaded her nipple with my fingers,
feeling it harden.  Isla looked down on herself, then met my eyes.

   "I'm sorry mommy, but you know how Sylvester is..."

   "Now go and goddamn wash your cunt well, while I eat something!" I cut
her off.  "Come on, we got work to do!"

   "I already fed the chickens some corn and tried to let them out but the
black rooster attacked me.  Again." the helpful Isla informed me.

   I turned around and blew up:

   "Damn it Isla, you KNOW you're NOT allowed to go into the chicken coop
by yourself, you KNOW that rooster is very aggressive toward you." I yelled
at her.  Isla cringed, she righfuly guessed what was coming.

   "Goddamned, I need to punish you now!" I nastily told her.  "You must
learn to protect yourself against the animals!" I continued as I grabbed
her hand and pulled her toward me.  The naked girl's face registred terror,
her Asian eyes opened as wide as she can.  She opened her mouth in protest
but no sound came out.  She transformed into an ugly girl in a second.  Too
late.  I was still stronger than she was.  She knew better than to try to
fight me; the punishment would end up being much worse.  I sat down on my
chair and quickly placed her face down in my lap.  Isla began crying; she
knew what was coming.  Her bawling made my clitoris respond; I could feel
it engorging.  Damn, I LOVED punishing her.  It was like sex to me. 
Sylvester jumped up and whined but she stayed away.  I always say animals
have more common sense than the majority of modern human beings.

   Isla's back side was all dirty and sandy from the ground she had sat on.
She clenched and relaxed her ass, as her legs twitched helplessly, making
wide tracks into the dirt.  Her little pussy was still messy and wet from
Sylvester's tongue but I forced myself to ignored it for now.  I rubbed her
ass, watching her tiny asshole open and close.  I'd love to eat it but for
now I had to hurt her.

   "Ohmommy, pleasemommy I'llbegoodmommy, IPROMISEI'llbegoodmommy..." Isla
incoherently sang.  Too late; she knew I enjoyed punishing her, she just
didnt know I got sexual satisfaction out of it.  She had licked my cunt
soon after her punishmenst and she knew how heavily my juices flowed.

   My clit was as hard as a rock; maybe that's exactly what an erect dick
feels like.  I spit on my hand.

   "One!" I anounced, striking her her ass with my palm, making a loud
slapping sound.  Isla screamed and my cunt spazzmed.  Oh this will feel so
good.  The more she screamed, the more she would turn me on.

   "Two!" I told her, hitting her ass again harder this time, watching her
ass muscles jerk.  Isla screamed, rythmically shaking her body as those
stupid authistic morons do.

   "Three!" I declared.  Isla screamed loudly this time.  I could see
redness already appearing, despite the almost pernament tan.  Oh, pure
bliss.  My juices chrined and my cunt began foaming.  A delicous warmth
feeling spread through my body.  Very simular to the feeling of Morphene
actually.  The brain is th best drug lab of them all.

   "What are you NOT going to do again, Isla?" I asked her.

   "No-not go int-into t-th chicken coop again." Isla stuttered.

   "And why is that my Isla dear?" I calmly asked her, as my vagina's
muscles contracted.

   "Be-because it's, sniff da-dangerous!" Isla screamed.

   "Right!" I told her.  SLAP!  "Four!" I counted as Isla screamed again.
Music to my ears.

   I bent down and whispered into her ear: "Just one more just so you'd
remember OK, Isla?" "You're getting a bit too old for me to punish you like
a little girl." Maybe I would just fuck you in the ass from now on with a
strap-on when you screw up." "How's THAT, eh?" I asked her as I spread her
asscheeks and rubbed her tiny cuntlips, still wet from Sylpveter's saliva,
mixed with dirt.

   "Ok, five!" I said as I slapped.  Isla bawled and I got my cum,
spazzming.  One orgasm.  two.  Three.  Delicious.  My legs relaxed and I
opened my eyes.

   I strengten up and sat her in my lap.  Isla was bawling, really crying.
I hugged her, kissed her and wiped away the tears from her beautiful slant
eyes.  Time to play the nice mommy.  "Isla, let me explain soemthing.  We
are alone here, far far from any hospital.  Just imagine the rooster would
have jump on you and poke your beauiful Asian eye out.  What are we to do
then, huh?  We will be stuck here and you will go blind and be dissformed
and I won't have my cute Asian girl but a disformd one eyed freak because
she didnt protect herself.  And we BOTH certanly DO NOT want THAT, do we? I
kissed her grimy cheek, hugged and rocked her.  I shushed into her ear.

   It took Isla some time to calm down.  Ten minutes later, she was just
mewing into my arms.

   "Mommy I just wanted to help, mommy." she told me between sniffles.  I
kissed her again, silencing her.

   "I understand, Isla my darling but the rooster doesn't know that.  I
understand you were just tryign to help and be a good girl.  I actually
appreciate it.  But just agree it's dangerous, ok?  I rocked her, kissing
her.  ALmost started a make out session but suddely I had a wicked thought.


   "Now." I told her after a short silence, "Let us go together and kill
that fukken rooster and have it for dinner.  That will show him who is the
boss AND make sure you'll be safe from now on."

   Isla looked at me with her eyes wide open.

   "Yep." I smiled at her.  I will get that fukken rooster for you and you
will twist his little head off so he won't have the chance to bother you
ever again.  After all, I want to protect my girl!" I told her as as I
hugged her tightly.  "An eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth, Isla.  It's
a tough old world, Isla!"



   The rooster gave me a bit of a trouble.  I made Isla throw some food at
the chickens as I stood inside.  The minute the rooster came close, I
jumped and grabbed it.  Damn fucker fight for his life but I graqbbed him
and hugged him asn he tried to pelt me.  THe I grabebd his left.  The hens
scattered terried.  Isla just stood outside watching me fight.

   I came out and got .  "Here, Isla" I told her.  "You get to rip its
goddamned head off.  It will be satisfying, killing the torturer, wouldn't
it?"

   Isla stared at the helpless rooster for some five seconds, got the
courage, grabbed his head and twisted, grim determination on her face. 
Blood spurted, and some hit her right in the face while other spraied her
chest.  Isla stepped back, desperetly rubbing the blood off.  I loved it.
My Asian love cunt, drenched in blood.  What a picture, I quickly stopped
her from cleaning herself, raised the camera and took a photo.  Astonished,
Isla looked right into the camera.  A brand new little psycho born.



   We worked for 2 hours, weeding out the tomatos, garlic, onion plants,
then we took a small break.  We sat down under the shade of our cherry
trees and the first thing I did, I insisted Isla take her long t shirt off.
We didn't have time to fool around but I wanted to share some kissing time
with after the spanking I had given her.  I still kissed and felt her up
all over.  her up.  I iniste dI just wanted to watch her nude.  ate some
fruits and vegitables.  We then movied to the potato plants and weeded them
out too.



   part 19

   "All right, that's enough." I announced to Isla, straightening up and
bending backwards, getting the kinks out of my poor lower back.  It had
been giving me problems lately.  Getting old is not for pussies.

   "It's too hot to continue.  We can finish in the evening." Sylvester who
had been lying on her side panting and dozing off happily jumped up,
knowing we would be going back.

   "Ah!" I remembered, "One more thing." I grabbed Sylvester collar and led
her toward the farthest point of the yard, under the open shed where I had
prepared a place so the dog can be comfortable.  I tied Sylvester there and
turned to Isla:

   "I don't want her watching us as we have sex.  You're too docile and you
let her dominate you.  That is why she won't leave you alone anymore." She
stays here until we're done."

   "But mommy." Isla tried protesting.  "Sylvester never gets tied..."

   "No buts or I WILL butt you good!" I warned her.  She will not see us
from here, she's got shade and water and there is air current.  She'll be
all right." "New rules from now on.  Sylvester will not be present while we
fuck."





   part 20

   We got back, stripped nude and took a quick bath.  We were incredibly
sweaty.  I sat down and washed her child's body, of course paying close
attention to her cunt.  My own clit immediately responded.  I got up and we
exchanged a long lingering kiss.  Kissing is such a turn on.  I finished
her off by pouring a bucket of lukewarm water on her, making sure all the
foam got washed away.  I ended up with a totally hot looking, wet shining
Asian girl who gently smiled at me and hugged me as we kissed.

   "My little Asian treasure, you're so gorgeous I'm gonna eat you all up
and make you cum.  I promise you." I told her.  My turn now, wash me." I
said sat down.

   She washed my back, wished my tits, rubbing them the way she knew I
liked.  I got up and presented my ass at her.  She dutifully washed it,
spread my ass cheeks.  She took buckets of buckets of water and powered
them over me.  Finally I was done so I told her to stop.



   We climbed back into our hammock.  I made Isla spread her legs and
inspected her cunny.  It wasn't so bad; her developing lips were slightly
reddened and swollen but that was all.

   "Does it hurt when I rub them?" I asked, lightly foundling her.  Isla
looked down at herself and shook her head, making her wet bangs swing: "No,
not really, mommy."

   "Good, OK." I placed my mouth on top of her 9 years old cunt and gave it
a nice long and slow lick.  Isla shuddered and closed her eyes.  Her
clitoris was developing nicely; I never thought girls her age had such big
clits.  It was easily 6 cm long.  I'd measure it once in a while and record
the progress.  I concentrated on it, sucking her whole hood into my mouth
as I rapidly flicked my tongue against it.  Isla moaned and changed her
position so I could get better access to her.

   "Oh, mommy, that feels so good mommy." she whispered.  "keep on doing
it, mommy." She put her hands on my head and tried to wrap her legs around
me but I pushed them back wide.  I could feel my cunt leaking already.  I
have eaten Isla a thousand times by now but I still found it extremely
arousing; even more now that she was older and was able to really respond
with an arousal of her own.  Her cunt was developing an adult style odor
too; My Isla was becoming a hot little slutty whore.  Too bad she was also
becoming less interesting to me sexually.  The clit has over 8,000 never
endings while the penis only has about 4,000.  Eat your hearts out, men! 
Did you also know women's clitorises continue to grow through their whole
life so old women should in theory be sexual wild animals.  Imagine how
huge an old hag's clit is, bwahaha.  Ok, NEVER you MIND!

   Biting her lip with a tortured look on her round face, Isla began to try
to grind her pubic area into my mouth.  I stopped sucking her clit and
grinned at her:

   "Hey, honey bunnie, relax, OK?  I KNOW you wanna cum as fast as you can
but the fun is in building toward it, then stepping back.  You're just so
impatient.  Go with me here."

   I grabbed her tight boy-like buttocks using both hands and again lifted
her sweet girl quim into my face.  Her pussy was clearly churning milky
liquid that ran down the crack of her ass; I greedily attacked her lips,
sticking my tongue deep inside her cunt hole, licking it all up.  Mmmmh, oh
so delicious.  Her juices tasted just like Apricot Chutney mixed.  Betcha a
cool million a lot of men AND women will give happily give their right hand
to taste the cunt juices of a 9 yo girl.  I could feel her butt muscles
clench and relax in my hands.  I squeezed her ass but gently, she was still
probably smarting from the morning spanking.  She kept on grunting like a
wounded piglet.  Music to my ears.  He-he, my sweet Asian cunt was loving
my expert tongue.  Back to her clit, I greedy sucked its hood between my
lips slurping on it; what an esquite rare treat a lot of people can only
dream of tasting!  I could feel her clitoris inside, erect and throbbing,
just like the miniature penis it is.

   Now came the hardest part; I didn't want her to orgasm yet, I wanted to
prolong our play for a bit more.  I wanted to be able to cease right before
her orgasm would start, calm her down then build her back up.  Her cute
little asshole began contracting.  Immediatly I let go of her clit, and
moved like a snake sliding over her sweating body.  I found her mouth; she
opened it up wide, and I almost sucked her tonsiles out.  We swapped our
salivas, she tasted herself on my tongue.  My hand found and roughly rubbed
her erect nipples.

   "I love you Isla." I told her.



   Isla made a weird "Hrrmpghfffff..." noise.  She was very close to
cumming.

   Isla passed out.  I had done my job well.  Proud of myself, I laid on my
back yweaned and dozed off too.  it was so hot.



   Part 21

   We had a short nap, then I woke Isla up.  I gave her a cup of fresh
coconut juice to drink.

   "Time for you to pleasure me now lover." I informed her.  "I punished
you earlier for going into the chicken coop by yourself but you havent
pleasured me yet.  Time for you to show me how much you love your mommy."

   Grinning, I spread myself widely to the 9 years old girl inviding her to
worship my cunt just like I taught her.  I loved this part the best, I
loved to lewdly spread my churning wet vagina to the child's gaze.  Just
that was enough to make my clit twinde.  Isla dutifully kneeled my legs. 
She isnpected my clit, and spread my dropping cunt lips with eh fingers,
sniffing the aroma.  I liked to think I had made Isla into a real lesbian
who enjoyed eating cunts but who really knows.



   Isla had no qubbles eating my cunt.  She had even became quite good at
it.  Practice makes perfect, right?









   Part 23

   "Sleep now, my beauty." I whispered to her.  "Good girls need their
beauty sleep so they can be beautiful for their mommies, OK"?  I lightly
kissed her cheek and jumped off the hammock.

   I sat in front of the PC and started Skype.  My lawyer Heisenberg Jr. 
was waiting for me online.

   We exchanged a few pleasantries, chatted for a bit.  As usual, he asked
me if I wanted anything and as usual, I corrected him that I there were a
lot of things I wanted but I didn't need anything.

   Suddenly, he stopped talking and stared at something that was behind my
shoulder.  OH MY GAWD, ISLA!  I spun around and there she was, the little
bitch, staring at the screen.  I don't remember jumping, turning the screen
off and screaming at her.  She was sobbing, terrified, as I dragged her
away babbling incoherently.  "oh mommy no mommy please mommy..." I came
back to myself.  I froze, looking at her face, at the snot running down
into her open mouth.  The moon was high in the sky.

   Try to calm yourself, OK?  I sat down on the soft sand because my legs
couldn't hold me anymore.  Sylvester came close but i kicked her.  I had to
think.  "Breathe," I told myself.  "Breathe, you bitch." I demanded. 
"Breathe and count to 10." Isla was writhing in my hands, crying
hysterically.  What the fuck NOW?  I looked down at her.  Should I kill her
maybe, hide the body?  Kill her and chop the body up, feeding it to the
fish in the open sea.  Strangle her?  I placed my hand around her slender
child's throat.  Could I kill her, just like that?  Could I kill another
human being so I could save myself?  Could I kill the little girl I fucked
and abused for several years so I can save myself?  Maybe it's just too
late already...  I got up, dragging her squirming into my hands.  I went to
the shed I made with the locker, threw her inside and locked it.  I needed
some time to think.  A little time just a little time. ...

   The Skype software chimed.  I sat in front of the PC, turned it back on.
Heisenberg was there.  I didn't know what to say.



   I felt so tired, so old.



   "Ok, how much?" resignedly I asked him.  "Name your price."

   He appeared surprised.  He didn't reply, instead studied my face for a
long moment.  I couldn't face his eyes anymore.  I slumped into my chair.

   "_____________, you hurt my feelings." he quietly said.  "We have know
each other for what, over a decade now, right?"

   I nodded, my throat dry.  I tried swallowing.  Didn't work.  I grabbed
my bottle of water, chugged it down, it spilled down my sagging tits.  Fuck
it, who cares.

   "I have been your lawyer AND a confidant all this time." he continued.
"I'd like to think I know you fairly well.  It's my business to KNOW
people. I have KNOWN how you live and what your lifestyle is.  Listen to
me. Money is not the most important to me, DESPITE my big hooked nose." he
chortled, quietly.

   Startled, I looked back at him.  Shockingly, he winked at me!

   "Hey..." he gently said.  "look at me, OK?" I met his eyes.

   "First things first." he said.  "Our conversation is encrypted ON BOTH
ENDS so it's still private." "OK?" I nodded.

   "Just one question." he began.  "That's that little girl(he exphesyses
on little) who was supposed to have died in that plane crash a few years
ago, correct?" I nodded again.  Suddenly a ray of hope appeared.  He was
acting surprisingly well.  He was still talking to me, being normal with
me...

   He was quiet for a moment.

   A small smile played on his face.  I could see a...  sort of admiration
in his eyes but I still didn't like the smile.  He had me.  The fucker had
me.

   "Right." he said after a considerable silence.  I could see thoughts
racing behind his eyes.  He produced a glass of something with amber liquid
in it off screen, drank some of it, put it down.

   "All right." he repeated.  He stroked his chin.  "Let me first assure
you, you have my complete confidence.  You can count on me to keep my mouth
shut." he began.  I couldn't believe it, I stared at him, dumbly.  Like the
idiot I am.

   He raised a finger, did the OK sign.  Nodded.  Drank some more of his
drink.  The digital connection froze for a second, multicolored pixels ran
across the screen.  I waited for him to continue, dumbstruck.



   "Tell me what you're thinking." he suddenly said.  The ice in his drink
tinkled as he swirled it around.

   "How much to get her a passport and make her legit?" I blurted out. 
"Ah..." I swallowed hard.  "A whole new identity so she can travel with us
to China and other places while I adopt the girls.  I obviously can't leave
her alone here..."

   He was quiet for a while, thinking.  He made a face.

   "Not as much as you might think I'd charge you.  It's doable for a
coupla hundred thou." he shrugged, then quietly added: "don't think you're
the first who has asked for this to be done."



   I froze, my brain scambled.  He looked directly into my eyes, nodded
once, twice.  Drank some more of his drink.  He was getting the courage to
share something.

   "Remember that story a month ago about the British prince and the island
in the..." he scratched his temple "Caribbean, was it?  That allegedly(he
put it in "") old perv Clinton and some AHhhh...  other dignitaries had
visited too?  The pleasure island?"

   I shook my head no.

   "Not important." he shrugged.  He raised his eyebrows, leaned back into
his chair, laced his fingers together.

   "I must say, the idea intrigues me." he slowly said.  "I will accompany
you myself if you don't have anything against that.  I want to adopt a girl
myself."



   A lightening strike.

   "After all..." he slowly said, staring right into my eyes.  "It takes
one to know one, right?"

   Bullseye.



   "So let's work out the details."

   Suddenly I remembered Isla.

   "Can you wait a moment please?" I asked him.  "I have a personal matter
to take care of.  Half an hour, tops." he nodded, understanding into his
eyes.



   Part



   The dildo did its job, grinding against my clit, giving me a wave of
pleasure, making me feel as if i had a real cock that I was fucking the
child with.





   Part 24

   "We will go as soon as possible." Heisenberg told me.  "They are waiting
for us."

   we sat down under our covering.  Heisenberg and his pilot drank their
juice.

   "Delicious." Heisenberg declared, not looking at Isla at all.  Then
Heisenberg pointedly looked at the pilot.  The pilot got up and excused
himself, going down the beach.  He sat down under the second villa.  Calm.
Collected.

   I looked at Heisenberg.

   "He works for me.  He is paid to not know anything.  He is both a
bodyguard and my pilot."

   Isla stood frozen looking at him.  Heisenberg turned and openly looked
at her.

   "Hi there." he said.  "I'm Heize." he said, extending his arm at her. 
She shook it automatically.

   "Hello." Isla whispered, her eyes wide open.  She was freaking out.

   "You're a very beautiful girl.  Smart, too." Heisenberg told her, evenly
looking at her, without a trace of ogle into his gaze.  "I got some
presents for you." he opened his bag and took out some packages and
presented them to Isla.  "Here, these are for you.  Hope they fit."

   "Go on and open them up, sweety." I encouraged her, gently smiling.

   Isla ripped the paper, and her face changed visibly as she saw the
clothes.  She looked at us.  Awestruck.  I smiled at her.  So did
Heisenberg.

   "Go and try them on, honey." I gently told her.  "Go, now."



   With Isla gone, Heisenberg turned to me.  Without another word, he
opened his attachÃ(C) case, took out a small thing and passed it to me. 
Isla's new passport.

   Heisenberg waited, not saying anything, staring at the sea.

   "Thank you." I said.  "looks good, looks perfect." I corrected myself.

   "It is." he promised me.  "Done it enough times by now." He didn't
elaborate further.  But there seemed to be a story behind it.  Oh, I had so
many things to learn yet.  But that's all in the future.

   "This is indeed a very beautiful place." he turned to me.  "You are so
lucky." The same old predatory smile I had seen a few times before turned
on his face for a second, then he removed it.



   Isla came back, confusion and happiness on her face.  She was wearing
her new pink and white dress and by golly she did look an angel. 
Heisenberg smiled at her.

   "You're beautiful." he told her.  "You look just like an angel." Damn
him.



   I gave Isla the passport.  She stared at it.

   "This is your passport." I opened it up, showed her the inside.  Showed
her her photo.  Then I showed her the name.  "Your new name is Satomi
Hiromoto."



   "So you will be Satomi from now on, OK?" I told Isla.  She stared at me,
clearly confused.  "Satomi Hiromoto." I repeated, slowly.  "A name of a
rather very average looking nudie Junior idol from the 1980s who I found
incredibly hot for some reason." I informed her.

   "When I say: Satomi!" I continued, "that will mean YOU so you MUST
answer me.  Understand?" Isla nodded.  "But otherwise you will keep your
mouth shut AT ALL TIMES and do NOT talk to anybody."

   "Satomi!" I barked at her.

   Isla jumped.  "yes mommy?"

   "Good." I smiled at her, caressed her face.  "Thass right, you ARE
Satomi." The emphasis/stress is on the "mi"."

   "We gotto go." Heisenberg informed me.  "We got a tight schedule ahead
of us.  It will take us about 2 days to get to the port, from there

   As we climbed on the helicopter, Isla was visibly scared but I took her
hand reas urringly.

   "Here.  Take this and drink it." Heisenberg told her giving her a pill.

   "It will relax her.  She appears quite anxious." to quickly told me. 
Woah, the old fox thought of everything.

   "The crew is as minimal as I could make it." he informed me.  Trying to
relax me.  "They're all my people on my payroll.  I got some books for her,
videos, computer games.  Anythign you want."





   This is your cabin for you and your mom." he told her.  "I know it's
kinda small but it's got a private bath and toilent facilities.  I don't
know if you'd be takign your meals here..."

   "No, it's fine.  I quickly assured him.

   "Sure sit down and relax Satomi." I told Isla.  Isla wore blue shorts
and light blue shirt." SHe looked gorgeous as usual.  I so wanetd to kiss
but but I simply appted the sit next to me.



   My cunt hair were itching like crazy; they were growing back.  I
stripped "Time for a fresh shave Isla darlin'.  Isla knees between my legs
and shave me.  She had done it numerous times before so she knew



   Freshly shaved, I rubbed myself.  Being shaved alwasy gave me a very
funny unusual feeling, made me feel like a like a little girl.

   "All right Isla.  Time for some fun sweetheart."



   Well, I 'd really prefer Vietnamese or Cambidian" I said.  "I already
got a Chinese one."

   Part 25

   Woah.  So many totally cute little slant eyed cunnies How can one even
begin to choose?  First thing first, age range.  Between 2-4.  Not too
young but not too old; a human's personality is fully developed by age 7
the psychologists say: And I certanly didn't want one with fully developed
traids; I wanted to mold them the way I wanted to mold them.  I didn't want
to start taking care of a toddler but I didn't want an fully self aware
child of 7 or 8; I wanted to teach them to eat cunt and get their cunnies
eaten; a child of 6 is too old for that.  Start them young and they will
ball you forever.

   CÃ' gái xinh Ä`áº'p.  Beautiful girl in Vietnamese.  Perfect.

   "Kun-Thea?" I said, astonished.  "The fruit of the earth".  That IS a
great name, indeed.  I loved the Kun-t connection of it and the
Earth-goddess conection.  I would love to call my little cunt eater a
Kun-t, haha.

   Part 26

   "Here, CÃ' gái xinh Ä`áº'p" I told my new Vietnamese girl.  "sit in
mommy's lap.  There, thass a good baby girl." I placed her facing me, her
little legs around me, kissed the top of her head.

   "Good girl." I googooed to the naked toddler as she cuddled into my
arms, cute as a newborn kitten.  Isla watched pied eyed, jelousy clearly
visible in her eyes.

   "Thass right cunt." I thought, "from now on, you have to fight for my
affection, otherwise I will just use you as an outlet for my rape
fantasies. Hopefully you will learn how to boss them around and I will get
enjoyment out of that, too." Oh, life will get to be so interesting from
now on.  Two brand new Asian cunnies to play with and at the same time
teaching Isla how to torture them and play with them the same way I did
with her.  Money does have its uses.

   I told Isla: "here, do the same thing with Kun-Thea"( here I laughted, I
couldnt help myself) so she can bound with you, OK?" "We want them to feel
secure and loved now, because this is a new place for them."

   To Be continued...

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