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Filename: sinsoft4.txt
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story_codes: MF/g(4), interracial, cons

story_intro: A preschooler becomes a pawn in a revenge against her father and stepmother. But she doesn't mind because her captor does strange and wonderful things to her that makes her tiny kitty shake.


story_language: English




Sins of the Fathers, Story 4

Written by madvlad


	Andre Spiros gazed at the faceted piece of carbon in his fingers and pondered how things changed under pressure. This bit of carbon had been subjected to tremendous amounts of for millions of years before being pulled from the earth, cut and shaped, and becoming this expensive diamond.

	In a philosophical mood, he considered how people responded under pressure. There were those he had known - partners in business ventures or well-compensated employees - who had responded quite differently under pressure when the investigations began eight years ago.

	There was Angelo Ferucci, who refused a deal from the U.S. Justice Department that would have kept him from losing his modest wealth under the Racketeering Influence and Corrupt Organization Act. They didn't have evidence to try Angelo, but if he was cooperative witness, they would forgo the clause in the RICO act that allowed them to confiscate anything earned from illegal enterprises - even if the owner was innocent.

	But Angelo would not touch and soon found himself out of his shuttered warehouse and distribution business and at the wheel of a delivery truck. But he made do and his family stayed intact. To Angelo's surprise, Andre contacted him after the latter's prison sentence was finished. Angelo had assumed that Andre was flat broke and offered to help him if he could. But the bulk of Spiros's fortune, well-hidden from the sight of the FBI, Interpol, and other such agencies, was flourishing.

	Angelo didn't wish to return to his old life and told Spiros, whom he thought was dirt poor, that if he could save enough he would open a pizzeria and indulge in his hobby as a business. A week later, Angelo found a deed to a restaurant and a nice business account set up for Angelo's Pizza. Through his lawyer, Herman, Andre received a card for a lifetime of free pizza from the now-quite popular establishment. It was a lovely gesture although Angelo didn't know that Andre could never return to the US.

	In the case of Nolan Becker, he didn't have much of a fortune to lose. He was fairly low-level - a courier. But like Angelo, he stayed loyal to "Mr. Spiros" and lost five years of his life in prison. Although Andre was still incarcerated when Nolan was released, arrangements had already been made and Nolan found himself in a comfortable if not lavish apartment in New York City with a comfortable monthly stipend.

	Thus established, the man was free to indulge in his lifelong love of museums of every type. He purchased upper-tier memberships to the prestigious places such as the American Museum of Natural History and the best art galleries. All the same, he also liked to haunt the more arcane collections and the basement exhibitions in SoHo and the like.

	Along with his eclectic tastes in art, science, and history, Spiros also knew of Nolan's female interests which covered from the very young to his own middle age. Following an ugly divorce from an unfaithful wife, Nolan's problem had always been with his confidence in women of his own age. Spiros had entertained the idea of sharing some of the videos of daughters who became the victims of his vengeance upon their fathers - even having eight year-old Naomi shipped to the man for a few days - but Nolan was more of the gentle sort who would have been horrified. 

	Turning the diamond in his fingers to catch the sunlight in its many angles, Andre considered other stresses. Scott Landauer had been a business partner who had aided in Andre's prosecution - not from pressure of law enforcement but from his sense of opportunity. Together, they had dealt with the sale of blood diamonds. 

	These were diamonds illegally mined in Africa, often under forced labor, for the purpose of funding militias and civil wars. Being a man who rarely let a sense of guilt get in the way of what he wanted, Andre was not bothered by the history of the stones. Throughout history, there were those who exploited and the masses who were exploited. No United Nations and multi-national benefit rock concerts were ever going to change human nature. 

	In fact, he took great humor in the politicians and celebrities who spoke about blood diamonds. These self-exalted creatures appeared on television to display their concern while wearing clothing made in Southeast Asian sweatshops, drinking expensive coffee harvested and prepared by underpaid lower class workers, and sent their tweets and Instagram messages on phones made in Chinese factories under near-slave labor conditions.

	Andre's interest in the diamonds had been purely business. But Scott seemed to take amusement that the finances from them served to keep blacks in Africa at each other's throats. It inflated the man's already formidable sense of his own superiority.

	While Spiros was in prison, Scott's wife, whom Andre remembered as a woman with a lovely personality, gave birth to a daughter. While she was pregnant, Scott had begun an affair with another woman and decided to ditch his wife. The unsuspecting woman was served with divorce papers and quickly found herself on the receiving end of vicious smears that left her destitute and - far more appalling to her - banned by the courts from any contact with her baby girl. 

	The harassment still continued after the divorce with background checks for minimal jobs showing bogus arrests. These and other such abuses were simply an amusement for Scott and his new wife, Candace, and eventually drove his first wife to suicide. 

	The daughter, Amber, was now a girl of four. Through investigations, Spiros learned that she was largely a trophy child - Scott and Candace's interest in her during the divorce had been more of a conquest than a desire for the girl. She was largely raised by a succession of maids who were pressed into service as nannies as well.

	Now it was time to learn just how important Amber was to Scott and Candace once she was gone. Given the couple's sense of racial caste, Spiros had just the person in mind to take care of this business. His recent success with young Nathalie Ahrens, the daughter of the software mogul, had been quite impressive.

	Even though the girl was still out cold, Keno made sure the video cameras were on and would stay that way whenever he was working with her. His instructions for this one had been clear - something to do with respect for the kid's late, biological mother. Keno didn't mind. After breaking in eleven year-old Nathalie in every nasty way, he was looking forward to something more laid back. Besides, there was no way this little thing was going to take his tool inside her little lower entrances without some serious damage. 

	Like Nathalie, Amber had blonde hair. It was arranged in two small braids that curled on the sides of her head before dangling free to where they barely brushed her shoulder. In the surveillance photos he had of her, Keno had usually seen the girl laughing as she played in the park under the semi-watchful eyes of whatever servant was tasked with her that given day.

	The sedative from her abduction would wear off soon so Keno undressed the girl. He began with her sneakers and socks and marveled at how small a four year-old's toes were. Her pink shirt was next, leaving the girl in just her skin-tight leggings and panties. Keno peeled off the former and then just admired his prize that lay there in just a pair of purple-trimmed panties with pink and purple hearts on them. 

	The cameras recorded the man's large, dark brown hands as they removed the tiny panties and exposed the child's miniature hairless mound to full view. Then those huge fingers roamed over the smooth white skin of the captured tyke, gliding over the softness of her belly and undeveloped chest, teasing the slightly parted red lips on her round face, and then slowly sweeping down her legs to lightly squeeze her cutely shaped thighs. 

	Keno moved his hands underneath the girl, cupping and kneading her chubby buttocks. Then he brought his fingers around front, squeezing and caressing the powdery smooth curves of her tightly pouting little pussy. With his thumbs, the pulled her labia open. As the tiny slit yawned open, the preschooler's pink, inner charms were exposed. Just behind the pulled inner labia was the fragile membrane of her virginity. Keno held her cunny open like that for a while longer so any viewer could see the tot's cherry while it was still intact. 

	Amber muttered something and shifted her limbs. Removing his hands from her, Keno sat back to wait for her to awaken.

	Amber's brown eyes were large as she surveyed her strange surroundings. Blinking the remnants of her induced sleep from her, she turned her head until she saw that she had company.

	"Hi," she said calmly. "I'm Amber."

	"Hi Amber. I'm Keno."

	"Hi Keno."

	They stared at each other but the girl was not at all uncomfortable about waking up with a stranger.

	"Are we going to take a bath?' she asked.

	"No, little Miss. Why do you ask?"

	Keno could be quite polite. Despite his "gangsta" personality in the Nathalie videos, he was a business graduate from Cornell and dabbled in several enterprises - some more legal than others. 

	"'Cause we're not wearing any clothes."

	"That's so we can do other stuff. Clothes would just get in the way."

	"Oh," the girl replied with an easy nod.

	Keno got up from his chair and lay next to the naked tyke. Too young to be concerned with modesty, Amber was quite relaxed being in the nude with this man and decided he should be her friend. Having never seen a man without clothing, she was quite interested in the apparatus between his legs and got up on her knees beside him for a better look.

	"What's this?" she asked as she picked up his somewhat flaccid member.

	"It's called a cock," Keno said as his penis started to respond the hand on it. 

	"Oh! Look - it's growing! See?"

	"That's because I like how you touched it."

	Amber looked quite pleased with her little self.

	"I did that," she proudly announced as the dick reached full formidable length. "Do you pee there like my kitty does?"

	"Yes, and I do other things with it. With some girls, I put it in here."

	Keno poked Amber in her soft little cunny. The girl looked down between her legs and then at the monster cock.

	"You're silly!" she laughed, showing Keno an open smile full of baby teeth.

	Keno picked her up by her sides and placed her so that she was sitting atop him, straddling his crotch with his erection pressed between her legs. Mentally, he gauged how far into her he would go if not for the limits of her anatomy. His glans was slightly above her nipples. If he could have gone in that far, he would have had her heart beating directly against his dick. Amber was not concerned by any implications of such an act and playfully petted the man's dick head. 

	"Hmm," Keno mused aloud. "I suppose if I were to do that to you, I'd pop all the stuffing out of you."

	Amber giggled again and began to pet the huge prick all over. Taking advantage of that, Keno showed him how to hold him and stroke. She through it was simply a fun thing to do until he suddenly erupted. The preschooler squealed with surprise as the white fountain shot up. When some of it landed on her chest, she played with the intriguing glop.

	"Do it again!" she cried, bouncing her bottom on him and unintentionally rubbing her quim against the base of Keno's cock.

	"I'm going to do you first," he replied as he pulled her forward until she was sitting on top of his stomach.

	With her legs nicely spread, he slipped a middle finger along her cleft until it was underneath her. Using his thumb and index finger, he began manipulating the four year-old's hairless genitals. Amber cooed and wriggled happily as she was fondled. The childish pussy lips spread easily for him, allowing him to rub and tweak her sensitive inner areas and clitoris. 

	Shortly after Keno felt the wetness of the tot's first ever arousal, Amber's happy noises changed to more insistent ones. While she didn't understand what was being done to her, the little girl knew she wanted - needed more of it. Looking down at her smooth crotch, she watched as her milk-white baby pussy was lewdly dripping all over the mocha-colored fingers molesting it. With an instinct she wasn't aware of, she rocked her pelvis. The preschooler's immature body undulated sexily as it was diddled and pressed into its first orgasm.

	With a squeak of surprise, Amber fell forward. Her hands landed on Keno's chest and braced her body while she continued to shudder. With her mouth agape and her wide eyes locked on his, she endured the throes of her climax.

	"My kitty did something fun," she announced when she could speak again.

	"It's called cumming," Keno said. "It's kind of like what happens to me when my cock shoots that white stuff you like."

	"Do it again?" she asked.

	Keno slid her back until her ass butted up against resurrected hard-on.

	"We'll take turns," he said with a grin that his little sex partner happily returned.

	This went on for several days. When Keno suggested putting his finger into her cunt, Amber had been scared when he truthfully admitted it would hurt a little at first. Gently, Keno avoided that and stuck to what he had been doing while Amber contentedly jacked him off. Eventually, he'd have the tot begging him to break her cherry.

	Scott and Candace were forced to watch their daughter's molestations by a black man on recorded video while Keno spoke with them on the phone. At this point, his purpose was to probe to gauge their intentions and soft points. As rough as he sounded on the phone, he usually had Amber cuddled in his lap, sleeping while he gently caressed her nude little form. Moving in her slumber, she would press against him from time to time in response to his touches. She would make someone a lovely pet someday.

	Today was going to be a big day and Keno had to do something about Amber's hair as her braids had pretty much unraveled. His girlfriend, Tayana, had a perverted streak as wide as him and had participated in a few abduction-rapes. In fact, she had been a little put-off that she hadn't had a chance to ram a studded dildo into Nathalie before she had been released.

	Looking forward to some playtime with the little girl, Tayana arrived to re-braid her hair the way it had first been. When Amber asked why she was wearing clothes, Tayana laughed and quickly stripped. With the naked child seated in her lap, Tayana restored the silky blonde locks back to full cuteness. At Keno's signal that the videos were once again recording, Tayana asked Amber to pay for getting her hair done.

	"I don't have my pennies," Amber explained.

	"Did you check your pockets?" Tayana suggested.

	Amber looked at her clothes-less body and back up at the woman before they laughed together. 

	"Then I'll just take my payment in pussy," Tayana purred as she laid the girl down on the bed.

	Amber was used to having fun with her legs apart but was surprised when Tayana used her mouth their instead of her fingers. The delicate whiteness of her plump, hairless mound disappeared between the woman's thick brown lips and was subjected to an intense oral vacuum. While sucking on the delectable little snatch, Tayana probed the virgin slit with her tongue, stroking inside and stabbing at the quickly stiffening clitty.

	Responding wetly to her first Sapphic experience, the preschooler murmured softly as her adult lover clutched her tiny buns and pressed her crotch against her busy mouth. Her bald twatlet was voraciously mauled and Amber arched her back at the onset of her climax. As her cunny dew flowed thickly, the tyke's tender honeypot was immediately drained by the woman until the orgasm reached its immensely satisfying conclusion.

	With her lesbian initiation finished, Amber was set on her knees on the bed and she excitedly presented her spit-shined little cunny to Keno's fingers while he lay next to her. He always preferred doing this while lying prone so he could catch every detail of her adorable snatch as it was sexed up. 

	With her lust already stoked, it didn't take long for Amber to be getting close to a second climax. But Keno kept shifting his fingers to keep her from cumming until Amber was whining in frustration.

	"You will cum if you let him put his finger inside of you," Tayana whispered to the girl. "There's nothing like cumming with a man in there, making you feel so good. Don't you want to cum?"

	"Yes," Amber whimpered.

	"Then tell him to put his finger in you. Tell him to pop your cherry." 

	"Keno..." Amber gasped. "Pop my cherry and put your finger in my kitty. Pleeeease!"

	Keno was already twisting his finger into the girl's narrow opening. He pushed upward, feeling a momentary resistance before the four year-old's maidenhead snapped. Amber yelped but then went quiet with astonishment as she felt herself being touched on the inside. As she sank down on the man's finger, she felt transformed as her immature body was altered allow her sex plumbing to expand.

	Damn, this cute little girl was so tight! Having cum already, Amber's virgin pussy was quite slippery as it grabbed at his finger. The little tube of flesh slowly stretched and Keno could tell how taut the child's cunny walls were as he fully penetrated her. With his last knuckle mashed against her inner lips, his finger tip pressed against Amber's cervix. 

	Twisting and flexing his finger, he quickly brought the little girl to another climax. But he didn't stop there. Instead, he fucked in and out, making the preschooler copulate fully on his digit years before she would know the first kiss of puberty. While exploring her tiny sex, he hooked his fingertip just inside her pubic arch. A squeal from her confirmed that he had found her g-spot. 

	Now when he stroked inside of her, he added pressure to that spot, grinding against it as she moaned. With her instincts kicking in, Amber worked her tiny hips as if she were a courtesan in an ancient Oriental pleasure palace as she sought what every aroused fiber in her body told her she must have. She was nearly mindless with her eyes heavy-lidded as she moved her little body onto the thrusting finger which filled her gooey cuntlet like a large cock inside of a woman. 

	With the creamy, glistening labia spread wide by the man's thick dark finger, the four year-old's pussy gurgled as it was thoroughly plumbed. There were still traces of blood on Keno's finger and a little smeared on her pudgy mound but the discomfort was long past. With her stretched twat getting a rubdown, the deflowered child hunched downward as the man gave her a hard push upward with his finger. That set her off with a series of squeaky grunts as she endured her longest and hardest orgasm to date.

	Scott and Candace had seen the little girl writhing with pleasure under the black woman's touch and had seen her lose her virginity on the black man's finger before cumming wildly. The sex had continued with Amber squirming with pleasure as the couple had their way with her and they had to remain on the phone as their torturous "negotiations" with Keno continued. 

	In this latest video, Amber was once again getting her baby cunt reamed by Keno's finger while she leaned over his crotch. With her little white fingers wrapped around the man's huge black cock, she sucked at the glans stuffed in her mouth. At some point, her garbled throat noises indicated that she had cum. When her eyes suddenly widened and her gullet began working, they knew that the man was cumming in her little mouth. When it was done, Amber pulled her mouth from the dark meat and straightened up on her knees with the finger still buried in her tiny bald cunt.

	"Your cum is in my tummy!" she exclaimed proudly.

	Candace made a noise of disgust while Scott seethed. Keno could see their expressions, courtesy of the hidden video recorder in their room. It was as Andre had expected and Keno was learning much from the man. Not that he minded messing with young girls, but he hoped that he and Spiro could do some other business ventures soon.

	"You know," he said at last. "I don't think we're gonna get anywhere. I don't know if you want this little girl back now that she's used goods and all. But I have a different proposal."

	"Go on," Scott said heatedly.

	"A little blonde white girl like this is worth a fortune on the open market. And she's got personality, too, even if that doesn't matter to you. But I have a client who is willing to make a deal - a trade in your area of expertise. 

	There's a mine in Africa - I'll give you the exact details if we have a deal. It's a small one and operates under the radar. The boss is a gut named Obotsu - a mean prick but he gets the rock out if you know what I mean. It's not like the workers have a union or even last long enough to form one. You get where I'm going on this?"

	Candace saw an opportunity to get rid of the little brat from her husband's first wife. The thrill of destroying that other woman had been enjoyable and she could tell that Scott had never formed a bond with the girl. And she sure as hell didn't want the kid around. The couple exchanged cautious nods.

	"Of course, there's more risk in running that mining scheme but more reward. But a four year-old can be packed into luggage if needed - yeah we can do that shit. If you want to take the deal, Lewis Bartleby-Smythe will handle things on the other end when you arrive in country. We know you've worked with him before. Do we have a deal?"

	It was, as to be expected, hot and muggy when Scott and Candace arrived in the backwater lump of land that passed for a country on the African sub-continent. The overhead fans in the airport did little but barely stir the fetid air but at least Lewis was waiting for them. Once they were inside his air-conditioned Land Rover, they silently blessed the English mercenary when he pointed out the cooler with properly chilled bottles in it. 

	After an hour and a half on dirt trails that tested the vehicle's suspension they arrived at their mine. Theirs outright. 

	A stocky black man with several armed guards greeted them and Lewis introduced him as Obotsu, the boss. He showed them several crates of extracted raw diamonds and offered to show them inside the mine if they were interested.

	Of course they were. While Lewis remained outside to take a phone call on his satellite phone, the couple followed Obotsu and his men through the guarded gate and into the mine. He explained that it wasn't very deep but that getting more sophisticated equipment out here would be a challenge. 

	Still, it looked very profitable and Obotsu obviously ran a tight ship. His hand never even went toward the baton in his belt as emaciated workers hurriedly dug at the walls with picks to get the material out. When they reached the end of the tunnel, Obotsu gestured with wide arms and a smile that gleamed in the dim light.

	"Any questions?" he asked.

	"No," Scott and Candace answered together.

	"Good," Obotsu said pleasantly as he pointed to a pair of picks on the tunnel floor. "Then get to work."

	Scott was about to ask him what he meant when the tip of Obotsu's truncheon slammed into his gut. He doubled over and Candace screamed. Obotsu's movements had been so fast that neither of them had seen him draw the thing from his belt. 

	Tucking the end of the baton under Scott's chin, Obotsu lifted and made him look up. 

	"There's been a - how do you people say - a restructuring of management. Yes, that's how it is said. The present owner is keeping it and you two are now, eh, entry level employees. Our working rules are simple - you get us diamonds from the walls and you get to eat."

	Scott and Candace looked around, seeing only the sullen black faces of their new colleagues as Obotsu's men kept their guns trained on them. As the armed band began to leave, Obotsu stopped and gave Scott one last piece of advice.

	"If you want to live in harmony with the others down here," he said as he waved a hand toward some of the other miners who were staring at the white couple. "I recommend you start sharing your lovely wife with them."

	Keno chuckled as he hung up the phone. Still naked after over a week with him, Amber was sleeping in his lap with her legs opened wide to show her bald pussy which was still a bit damp in the cleft from their last bit of fun. It might have looked lewd for anyone else, but Amber, who didn't know that any of the things she had been doing was considered "naughty", was the picture of innocence. 

	Keno sighed. While he was well-compensated financially from this job, he was a little sad to see it end.

	Nolan Becker collected the mail from his box in the lobby. Included in the bundle were several pamphlets on upcoming museum and gallery events. There was a new exhibition coming called Amphitrite's Daughters. It was by one of his favorite photographers who only worked in black and white and primarily featured girls from toddlerhood through the teens. That the photographer was a woman lessened the potential of scandal in work that often included nude and near nude young bodies.

	Pausing a moment, Nolan recalled that Amphitrite was the wife of Poseidon, god of the seas. That made sense as the brochure had photos depicting two girls - one of about twelve and one perhaps six or so wearing minimal swaths of wet white linen that clung to their otherwise bare bodies as they stood in some ocean waves. He was looking forward to this showing as it would contain both art and the youngsters he adored so much. Already, he had fantasies about playfully romping with them in the water, picking up their slippery young bodies and tossing them into the waves as they laughed. And then they would find another place, a grotto nearby....

	Then he quickly gathered his wits so none of his neighbors would see him drooling over a pamphlet. After taking the elevator to his floor, he arrived at this apartment only to find an envelope of fine paper had been tucked under the door. He recognized the envelope well as well as the elegant script of the note inside. 

	"Dear Nolan. 

	I hope this finds you well. Due to some changing circumstances, I have to increase your monthly stipend so that you can support your niece in proper style. The poor thing is suddenly without parents, you see. You'll find all of the proper documentation of guardianship on the kitchen table. 

	As Always,

	..."

	The letters were never signed but Nolan knew who was behind them and was immensely grateful. But a niece? What niece? He saw the papers on his table but went to the bedroom first to kick off his shoes.

	"Hi, Uncle Nolan," said a small voice as he entered the room.

	Nolan blinked.

	Lying on his bed was a nearly naked little girl with her blonde hair in braids. Despite his shock, his eyes travelled up the side of her body which was bare until the side of her chest. Those thighs and the curves of that little rump were just so delicious...

	She was wearing a red ribbon wrapped around her chest with a large floppy bow on top. Another length of ribbon ran down the middle of her belly and tucked between her legs, presumably running back up to meet the rest of the ribbon near the top of her back. When he looked between her legs, the ribbon was pulled snugly enough against her cunny to show him a pleasingly plump camel toe. 

	"I'm Amber," the girl continued. "Are you going to take care of me now?"

	"Uh...uh...yeah," Nolan managed to answer, feeling like an idiot but not caring very much as he surveyed his beautiful little present.

	Amber's smile was perfectly angelic as she lifted a loose end of the ribbon and held it up to him.

	"Can you unwrap me? I want to play."




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