The months since he had taken her virginity with a crucifix as she said her Hail Mary's had transformed the shy Catholic Mallorcan school girl into a panting sex goddess. Willing to take on all comers, she was not shy about unzipping a male fly at random and fastening her mouth with a vicious suctioning of cock until the desired hardness was achieved. From that point she would fall back, spreading her legs and beckon with that crooked index finger for the aroused male to penetrate her tightest orifice. Correction, her next to tightest orifice since Beckmann was still holding her anal virginity for a better place and time.

That place would be in the presence of Mr. Palladin himself and, if all went well, his two brat daughters. Then he'd show them exactly what Hell was all about, letting the father witness torture and degradation he'd never dreamed could be done to his poor girls before he finally was put out of his miserable existence. But before that he'd see the final degradation he could never believe could occur, one that would not only drive him into desiring the welcome relief of his life but killing his soul as well. He'd descend to the depths of Hell screaming for the Devil to take him away from the Hell he'd just left on earth.

The German terrorist put the printed E-mail message down in the small nightstand drawer and looked at the Spanish girl again. She giggled as Sponge Bob Squarepants did another stupidity, her ass cheeks shaking like two mounds of jello as her giggles filled the room. He would love to shove his giant sausage between those tender cheeks and violate that small anus until she screamed in pain and the blood ran down her thighs to pool on the bed. Not yet, that would have to wait until later.

She had learned to satisfy the members of his terrorist cell here in Madrid and the suburbs and special visitors he'd sent to her room. None had complained after her initial sexual training had been completed. For the release from the physical torture and the continued administration of the dope she craved and was addicted to she'd do almost anything asked or told to do.

The gamut of sexual deviation she had been subjected to was wide and included all forms of toilet games and S & M. She'd receive and give at will, swallowing vast sums of hot yellow urine, her mind always flashing back to the first night with the big German and how his piss had tasted. She detested eating shit but had done it, the promise of an extra dose of Horse bringing her to the rectum of the little Arab and the big Russian. The shouts and cries as they strained and ejected their offal and her little mouth gulped and sucked the offering, then the glee on their faces as they wheeled and watched the youthful mouth munch their shit until it was all swallowed. Maria sat there fighting down the vomit that rose into her throat again and again and tried to smile, the smell of the feces rising into her nostrils and gagging her some more.

Helmut grunted feeling the blood rising in his penis, the long length fattening and rising from the black curls of his pubic area. Yes, maybe a small treat before bedtime to ease the tensions and little Maria was the perfect relaxer, that was why he traveled with her, he thought.

"Little one, your DadDa needs you to make me happy."

"Aw please, let me watch the rest of this," she said in Spanish.

"English please, use the English the instructor taught you."

"Si Ingles. Let me, uh... watch, uh television por favor."

"Say please in English, not por favor."

"Si, yes, please Senor Helmut."

"DadDa, call me DadDa like I told you to, that's what my daughter always called me."

Maria blushed at the mention of the man's daughter again, a subject she'd been reminded about time and again especially late at night when she lay next to the big German, his drunken crying going nonstop as he called on his dead daughter for forgiveness. Maria would feel the cold juice of the man's sperm running down the bottom of her well used pussy to chill her anus as it slid to the spread below. The man's clutch on her as he cried into the side of her small head kept her entrapped in the bed, unable to go and clean herself. Only then, at this moment, would she began to recite those unanswered prayers to the Virgin Mary, the effort deemed useless at all other times, the Mother of Jesus Christo not taking the time to pay attention to a little slut like Maria, the good Catholic school girl no longer living in this world.

She climbed to her feet, suddenly aware of her nakedness in front of the man on the bed stroking his stiff reddened cock, ashamed for a brief flash of time of her life and her role in it. Only with this terrorist did she have these feelings of being dirty and ashamed, the remainder of the time she could forget who she was, letting the dope and alcohol wash away any inhibitions she might feel, her twelve-year old body stretched across a bed while men with dirt under their nails and breath smelling of garlic and tobacco plundered her most secret places.

She ducked her head giving her best shy smile knowing how this excited him. By now she'd learned all the little secrets to bringing him off quickly since he no longer bothered with those drugs that kept his climax at bay. He welcomed her tongue and fingers as they further aroused him while he plunged in and out. That tell tale little index finger worming between his hairy buttocks and sliding into his anus, finding his prostrate and bringing his head up, back arched as he triggered his release, her warm tongue bathing her inner ear with spittle.

Climbing on to the bed she pushed his hand away from the reddened piece of erect cock flesh and dropped her head, her mouth quickly enveloping the heated rod, feeling it slide over her warm tongue and glide into the entrance to her throat, gagging briefly before she accommodated most of his length. His grunt of pleasure told her she was doing a good job as she reached up and pinched the nipples on his chest, pushing aside the red hairs flecked with gray to twist until he gasped with pain and his cock lurched in her mouth. Soon he would throw her to the bed and mount her and she'd go to that special place in her mind where she was free, riding on the back of her cousin's motor scooter over the high cliffs over the beaches at Palma, the wind in her hair and the smell of sea salt and summer in the air. That special place that was away- far, far away. ......(cont)