Those damn teenage whores had no respect for people or property. They quit school at fourteen, were selling their slits at fifteen and stole their first car on Alice's sixteenth birthday. Can you fuckin believe that? They stole an antique Plymoth from a car collector after trashing his house and pissing on his face (as a fuckin birthday present for Alice!). If I catch those whores, they're going to know the sting of my horse whip.

There were three of them. Alice, of course was the leader. She was a vicious, well-stacked slut with an unfortunate resemblance to Wednesday Adams. Thing is, Wednesday Adams wasn't a slut (at least not on the TV) and Alice was a ball-squeezing whore in the purest sense of the word. She was a cock-sucker and ass-fucker of extraordinary prowess and God help any bastard or bitch who thought they could tame her. That vagina-carrying Satan would fuck you senseless and steal every cent from your smoldering wallet; she'd set fire to your house and put out the flames with your grandmother's tit-milk

Alice's buddies were, as expected, an extremely pleasant duo named Wendy and Amber. Wendy could suck sand through a mile long garden hose and still hold a tune and Amber could take a dozen cocks in her ass between commercials while watching Springer and still insist that her tits be sucked until milk spurted out of them. What a pair! What a fuckin pair.

Amber spent the first five years of her life living with her serial killer father, the notorious raper of pretty schoolteachers, Roland Thurston. After the fuzz caught up with Thurston and his refrigerated collection of preserved vaginas, young Amber was placed in foster care with a nice religious family. Well, it wasn't look before Amber was sucking her little two-year-old stepsister's baby-cooze and begging her foster father to buttfuck her in front of his wife and the neighbors. Of course, that little incident got Amber's carers arrested and incarcerated and Amber, ever the resourceful bitch, stole a motor scooter and headed for L.A. There she lived on the streets with ex-soap opera stars and porno actresses in-waiting and earned a tidy living as a child prostitute named "Little Fuck".

Wendy's life, on the other hand, was "normal" until she was thirteen. When she wasn't stealing or fucking horny, financially dubious businessmen, Alice would trawl the internet chat rooms like a child-lover cruising a ten year old's birthday party. It was in one of these rooms that Wendy met Alice. The bitches arranged to meet for a tit-suck and a muff-munch and Alice quickly infected Wendy with her patented brand of perversion. As Alice was already a thief and part time hitwoman for a local kiddie porn baron, she offered similar employment to the easily encouraged Wendy and the rest is, as they say in our politically correct times, "herstory".

Alice, Amber and Wendy smoked their stolen cigarettes lickety-split and pulled into a gas station a hundred miles from the dog-eared edge of Vegas. The first order of the day during their rest stop was to kidnap a young girl. That is a VERY young girl. Not a curious ten-year-old with wet panties and an eager smile - no, a five-year-old with skin like whipped cream and a vagina ripe for fucking. Alice used to joke that doing a ten-year-old was like going out on a double date. From Alice's twisted point of view, a ten-year-old was over the hill.....(cont)