BDSM Library - Story: Picking and Choosing, Chapter: Chapter 16

Picking and Choosing - Chapter 16

Sadomasochism was a big moneymaker for our studio, such as it was, but there were other genres we also covered with our casts of foreigners and local talent. Child porn was another up and coming genre that was not touched by those working in the US, but here, almost anything went just as long as the right people were bribed. I decided that the best approach to this issue was to see just how far we could go with smoke and mirrors. If that didn't hold and excite our vast worldwide audience of perverts, start slowly heading for forbidden areas a scene at a time. By nosing around the local brothels, which were run by various criminal organizations headquartered in the big cities of Central and South America, I discovered that there were brothels and then there were other brothels not open to the public.

It took some doing, but thanks to the connections between the organization that bankrolled my operation and those controlling the local cribs, I was given access to the shadowy side of things. It was amazing what was going on and it also explained why these out of the way brothels drew the type of clientele in numbers that belied the surrounding population and economic statistics. I expected the usual local talent, just much younger, maybe thirteen or so at the low end. What I saw blew my mind. It was like the fucking United Nations had decided to create an almost age-free zone for hookers. There were kids from one end of Europe to the other, Asia, Central and South America, the Middle East, Africa, not to mention North America, especially the good old USA. You name the country and it was probably represented at one of these child prostitution locations.

No matter the country or color, they seemed to be almost uniform in that they were slim to skinny, flat chested, hairless and had coin slots for pussies. They wore makeup, but not what you might expect. I discovered that each operation had at least one makeup artist not to mention a physician. These children were high priced talent and they were kept in excellent health. There was no such thing as rough trade in these places; it was strictly sex in all its forms from vanilla to weird. I had to admit that the little tykes acted almost normal for their environment. I saw lots of smiles and a few even beckoned me to join them. I wondered what the going rate must be, but received no answer to that question for obvious reasons. If you ask what it costs, you obviously can't afford it.

After my visits the wheels began turning. Using these pros, if that was the right word for ones so young, was not the answer based on economics and the potential for bringing lots of attention to my little organization. So it looked like I'd just have to muddle along without the possibility of breaking new ground for the blue line, as I had begun to call it unofficially. That was before I met Dr. Chiang Hui, who also went by the Western name of Albert Chiang. What's in a name? This particular name was destined to make me a bundle of cash, so much that I could give up my career as a supplier of fine and not so fine erotica.

I met the good doctor at a bar in the best hotel in Nuevo Laredo. He introduced himself and offered to buy me a drink if I'd listen to a proposition he had for me. How this man knew I'd been given a private tour of the brothels that were open only to a very exclusive clientele was his business, but it got my attention. He started out by admitting that he had a strong urge to have sex with young stuff, very young stuff if he could find such a product. The ones operating in the high-end brothels were too expensive for his tastes and he had a few other traits that made him a persona non grata at such places. I was beginning to get the feeling that I was in the company of some kind of sick fuck or freak.

He must have read my body language, so before I could take my leave and get some clean air he casually slid a folder across the table and smiled. He asked me to take a look at the contents and make no judgment until he explained what I had just seen, not what I thought I had seen. I rose to the bait and opened the folder. The first photograph was of a Chinese teenager, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was naked and staring intently at the camera, her arms hanging loosely by her sides, her face expressionless. Her tits were nothing to write home about, average in size and slightly lopsided with black areolas surrounding brownish nipples. Her hair was chopped short as if someone had put a bowl on her head and sheared off everything that showed. For her age she had a major league mass of pubic hair, black as night, thick, springy with tendrils reaching upwards towards her navel and more making outposts on her thick thighs. If I hadn't gotten laid in a few months and she was available, I'd probably jump her bones. Of course I'd feel badly about it afterwards and swear her to secrecy, that is if I could speak whatever Chinese dialect she understood.

The second photograph was a revelation. It was the same girl, posed the same way, only this time she had lost most of her tits somewhere and the entrance to her twat now displayed a pair of thin lips standing guard over her moneymaker. All that nasty pubic hair, every strand of it, was now gone completely as if someone had gone over that jungle with a blowtorch. Her thick thighs had shrunk substantially, and the rest of her body was almost taut and definitely leaner. I looked over at the good doctor and grinned before telling him I might fuck this version of his youthful girlfriend. His face showed no response to my little joke, which bothered me. What was the punch line to this little show and tell?

The last two provided the answer and floored me. The first showed the same flat-faced girl, now appearing to be perhaps ten or eleven years old. Her chest was flat as a board, no nipples just hints of ones to come. Her pussy was just a thin line of flesh, which was so tight a dime might have trouble entering that grotto. She was thin as a rail, perhaps down by at least thirty pounds. Any curves were gone, no hips just a straight line from shoulder to knee. In this picture she was posed with her arms outstretched, legs together. I had been so busy checking out her naked body that the changes in her face had eluded me. The skin was taut and her nostrils had become slightly narrower. Her lips were just creases and the eyes smaller when compared to the area of her face. I looked up at my visitor's smiling face. He pointed his finger and made a sign to turn over the last picture. I'm fairly shock proof, but this was out of the ordinary, big time!

It looked like the same little girl, but she appeared to have been put through a meat grinder. She hung by her bound wrists from the limb of a tree, her head down against her chest. Her upper body had been whipped from neck to waist and there were very few areas untouched. Many of the welts were open and bleeding. Her flat chest had taken a major flogging from a different type of whip, and bits of skin had been torn away in many spots. She appeared to be unconscious, not surprising considered the type of beating her immature body had absorbed. Then I noticed the condition of that coin slot of a cunt and shuddered. From the condition of that quasi-tyke's cunt she had been raped repeatedly and by a big cock. Her pussy lips were raw and swollen and cum was oozing from her cunt and making a trail that ran down the insides of both legs. I was so stunned that it took a minute or so for me to recover my composure. Then all I wanted to do was strangle the grinning Chinese doctor who had obviously been involved in this sick scene. He raised his hand and proceeded to tell me a story that was too bizarre not to be true.

" These pictures were made of this prisoner at the rehabilitation camp to which she and her parents had been sentenced for crimes against the people. The charges were trumped up to get her father removed from his post in the government so another who was well thought of by the higher ups could replace him. She and her mother were interrogated and tortured until the mother agreed to testify against her husband in exchange for a reduced sentence. It is my understanding that she currently provides sexual relief to the guards and other functionaries that run the camp. Prior to that she and her daughter were used as test subjects for various medical experiments, which yielded the drug that created the changes you see in the girl. My assistance was required since my specialty dovetailed neatly into the work they were doing. I managed to get these pictures smuggled from the camp in exchange for certain favors performed by me for the commander of the camp. It's a shame there was no way to get pictures of the mother who had been changed physically into a teenager and was very popular with those who enjoy sex with girls of that age. "

I must have looked kind of funny with my mouth hanging open, but this story was so mind bending, it just captured me totally. I urged the good doctor to go further with his story and try to provide some proof of what he was claiming. My mind was already turning over and imagining the sensation it might cause if there was some kind of drug that could make an adult or teenager turn into a quasi-child. What a coup that would be! Almost as if he could read my mind he continued the tale and answered most of my questions before I even could ask them.

" Min, the daughter, was the first to be given the drug. As the pictures show it worked very well in causing her body to regress without interfering with her intellect. It also made her mother most vulnerable when she had to witness the torturing of her daughter who now looked like a child. Min was dunked repeatedly into cold water until she lost consciousness and nearly drowned. This was done for hours on end until she refused to struggle, giving up immediately and letting her lungs fill with water. Thwarted in this approach they turned to electric shock. Her child-like body was placed on a wire mesh screen and her arms and legs pulled apart to their limit and bound tightly to the corners."

" They attached electrodes to her chest where her tits once were and clipped them to her nearly flat nipples. They gave her jolt after jolt until she started to chew her tongue. Min was gagged and the torturing continued, creating wisps of smoke rising from where the electrodes were directly contacting her flesh. Twice her heart went into fibrillation and was shocked back into its normal condition. The electrodes were switched to her ear lobes and electricity was sent directly through her brain, creating spastic movements as her arms and legs strained against the bonds holding them to the wire mesh. Her mother steadfastly refused to testify against her husband. Next a wire was threaded into Min's bladder and another taped to her hairless mound. Each time electricity was passed through her sensitive bladder she passed out and urinated uncontrollably, only adding to the power of the electricity flowing through that little body."

" They put one wire up her nose and clipped the other to her tongue before ramping the power up to full. Bubbles of blood kept popping from her nostrils and her tongue started to slowly cook. Min's mother refused to sign the paper accusing her husband of being an enemy of the people. Now one wire was attached to a metal tube that was pushed deep into her immature cunt, and another tube with a wire attached was inserted into the quasi-child's rectum. The first few jolts made her body shake uncontrollably, then the power was ramped up, causing her bowels to evacuate and her cunt to begin to cook like a piece of meat as the moisture boiled away. The girl became unconscious and it took quite some time to revive her. They decided to use another approach to break her mother's will."

I needed a drink and this time it was my turn to buy. The doctor smiled and joined me. We sipped and I took another look at the pictures he'd provided. It was impossible to discern any other identifying marks on the child-like body that hung from the limb of the tree. I still had no proof of anything he said. If he could deliver the proof and more importantly the drug, we could do some business, of that I was certain. Albert went on to continue his story and I made sure I heard every word of it.

" The camp commander himself took over the supervision of Min's torturing. He was a blunt man lacking in any civility. He expressed scorn for his minions who to date had failed to break either the mother or her daughter's resistance. He had the girl staked out in the blazing sun for an entire day without any water. The mother, also naked, was strapped into a frame that allowed her asshole and cunt to be available to any guard who had the need for sexual satisfaction. She was raped in both holes for hour after hour while her daughter broiled in the hot sun, begging for water through cracked lips and receiving nothing by dirt kicked in her face and between her spread legs. The camp was located at a very high altitude that put a strain on the lungs and had wide extremes in temperature from day to night. That night Min remained staked out in the cold while her mother was taken indoors so she could be raped in more comfortable surroundings for the guards who were interested in using her tight body and tighter cunt thanks to the drug. As for myself I was sorely tempted to go outside in the cold and darkness and use Min's now immature body for my own private needs. I resisted and waited for my chance to have sex with Min or leave the camp with the information necessary to manufacture the drug that had proven to be so successful on those two. "

" The girl was barely conscious when the guards came for her. They surrounded the sun burned prisoner and pissed on her bare body to warm it up from the long cold night. Min was then dragged by her hair to where the dogs that assisted the guards in keeping order were located. Her privates were seasoned with the scent of a bitch in heat and the dogs loosed on her. While the guards watched to make sure that the dogs did not do too much harm to the girl's body, Min was attacked from all sides. Her hands had been tied tightly behind her back, leaving her no defense against the onslaught of the sex-crazed animals. Shortly thereafter the commander marched Min's mother into the area. From the look of her naked, exhausted body, her gang rape had lasted most of the evening and well into the morning as the guard shifts changed and more hard cocks were presented for her to satisfy. "

" It took many hours before the pack of dogs was finally satiated with their new strange-looking bitch. Min was in a halfway state between the pain from her asshole and cunt and total exhaustion. Both of her entrances that were once extremely tight, now were distended and drooling dog cum. The camp commander had disappeared a number of hours ago, but now returned to supervise Min's next torment. He had grown impatient with the mother's refusal to cooperate and informed her that either she relented and agreed to testify against her husband, or her "child" would be very slowly whipped to death while she watched, her mouth gagged and only once would it be loosed to hear her final answer to his request. The teenager, once a mature woman refused to speak and was gagged brutally. Her mouth was stuffed with a dirty piece of burlap which had sharp pebbles embedded in the fabric. Over time the pebbles would lacerate her tongue and the insides of her mouth until she bled. The idea of swallowing her own blood, even gagged, was not a pleasant thought. "

" The ruined, naked body of Min was hung by her wrists from a tree limb and two burly guards stripped to the waist began whipping her back, alternating their lashes to form a pattern of crossed welts that slowly mushroomed and burst as more blows were delivered to the same spots. Min's reaction to this terrible beating were minimal perhaps due to total exhaustion or some other effect caused by the tremendous amount of electricity that had been sent through her body for hours on end. She passed out as they began to turn her flat ass cheeks into tattered flesh, the steel tips of the whips tearing out pieces of skin and what lay beneath. Blood from the cuts and welts began to drip from her emaciated body and form a growing pool just beneath her dangling legs. It was truly astounding that the little prisoner could take such a brutal beating and still live. "

" A new set of guards took over and began whipping Min's front side, concentrating on her hollow chest that was turned into a crimson coating by the relentless lashing it received. They would whip her from neck to just below her nearly flat nipples, then move upwards to where they started. This was done a number of times before they moved down her body to whip her immature pubic mound. At this point the commander called a delay to this terrible deadly assault on her thin, frail body. How she stayed alive this long was a great mystery. The gagged woman was given the last chance to save her daughter from being whipped to death and she capitulated. She was dragged off to another portion of the camp so she could sign the necessary papers that had already been prepared. Then the camp commander decided that the child's chest region be beaten with a different type of whip that tore pieces of flesh from her body as it ravaged what was left of her. I firmly believe that the drug they used to cause her body to physically regress also provided a degree of protection from the terrible pain associated with the various tortures she underwent. There is no other way to explain how she survived. "

I was in a fog from what he had told me. What he described was well beyond my ability to understand. Was this some sort of con job that he was playing on me? What proof did he have besides these pictures, which could have been doctored? So I sat back, took another sip from my drink and waited for the hook he'd probably use to get my attention and naturally my money as well. He cleared his throat to get my attention and asked me if I'd like to visit his place and see Min. That was not what I had expected and brought forth all sorts of new questions. He smiled and nodded his head before speaking.

" Yes, how did I manage to smuggle her from the camp? That's a story for another time. Why did I take such a risk? That is an easy one to answer. I make no apologies for my taste when it comes to young females. Min represented my ideal if I could restore her physically. She was also the template for future replications of other older, more mature females. They would be easier to find and in many cases they have no ties to their family or friends any longer, perfect subjects if the drug worked. I would propose that you provide me a subject to take the drug that will cause her to regress. You can choose the age. If that meets your approval I want access to the higher ups in the organization that is bankrolling you. I consider that only a fair return for what I offer to you."

(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)