FILTHY RICH by Amandablonde

Feature Writer: Amandablonde

Feature Title: FILTHY RICH

Published: 21.06.2020

Story Codes: Young, NC, Rape

Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy.

Filthy Rich

CHAPTER ONE

After my father died I was bereft. I had more than enough money to last me to the end of my days, but I missed the love, support and intimacy that my father provided. The society scene in England was too confining and I drifted to the USA, to New York City in fact. With my name and connections I had no difficulty finding my way into the elite social circle there. The atmosphere was more free wheeling, and liberated than in England. That suited me just fine. It was at a party in a luxury apartment on fifth avenue that I met Geoffrey. That meeting changed my life.

Geoffrey was everything that turned me on. He was super rich, reputedly a billionaire, having made a fortune on the stock market. He was tall, handsome, with a strong, angular jaw line, and a great body which he kept in trim. He also had a roving eye, a filthy mind and depraved tastes in sex, which I did not mind one little bit. We were intimate on the first night I met him. I blew him in the toilet of the apartment the party was in. He had his hands on the back of my head and called me a “very good little girl”. I liked that, although I was already well into my thirties. I liked that it gave me a small window into his mind. It was clear from observing him at the party that he liked his girls as young as possible.

Geoffrey invited me back to his apartment after a date a week after I met him. The place was huge, one of the biggest in Manhattan. I took note that all of the artworks on the walls depicted naked females in erotic poses, with many pubescent or even younger. I also took note of the security cameras in discreet locations. Geoffrey told me when I asked that all the rooms were monitored and that everything that happened in his apartment was recorded. I thought then that that was a good insurance policy. So it turned out to be, at least for me.

Geoffrey fucked me like a wild stallion. I fucked him like a bitch in heat. He took my mouth, my pussy and my anus with his huge bulbous cock. It was great sex but it got even better when he started sharing his fantasies with me. The guy had a controlling Lolita complex. That was fine by me. I wanted to have him for myself but I was more than happy to feed his desires in order to keep him. In short, I offered to be his confidant and his partner in crime as it were. I assured him that he could trust me implicitly. I could be relied on to keep his dirty secrets.

In addition to his apartment in Manhattan Geoffrey had an estate in Palm Springs and an island retreat in the Virgin Islands. I suggested that we use the former as our main base for our activities and the latter as a very private retreat for very special guests. He readily saw the sense in that.

In the Fall we moved down to Geoffrey’s Palm Springs place. The A listers lived all around us. Perfect for a socialite like me. There were plenty of parties with big name attendees but I knew my main job was not to act as Geoffrey’s hostess. It was to recruit young girls for sex. We could not have picked a better place! Just over the bridge in West Palm Springs there were several schools. Lots of girls who were both poor and vulnerable. The perfect prey! I started driving round the area and stopping young girls coming out of school. I invited them to work as wait staff at our parties, and as masseuses for Geoffrey. My hook was baited and I got plenty of nibbles.

One of the first girls I recruited was Svetlana, whose parents had migrated from Ukraine. She was blonde, sixteen and gorgeous. She tried out as a waitress at our next party. She was a natural. The guests loved her and she got plenty of attention. I caught her sucking off a guest in the bushes but I didn’t punish her. Instead I rewarded her and invited her to sleep with me and Geoffrey for two hundred dollars. She agreed of course. She was a hot little bitch and a great fuck. She quickly became a regular. Geoffrey really liked her and hit on a brilliant idea. He offered her two hundred dollars for every girl younger than her that she recruited for us. This was a win win totally. Svetlana got easy money and we got younger girls. Geoffrey envisaged a real Ponzi scheme where each new girl recruited would be offered money to recruit more and younger girls, and so it would go! Soon we had dozens of young girls on the payroll.

I vividly recall the day Susan started with us as a masseuse. She was a waify slender fourteen year old. Svetlana brought her and watched with me as Geoffrey lay down nude in the massage room. First he was face down and we watched Susan massage his back. I showed her how to massage between his legs on his upper thighs. Then I told her to strip off while Geoffrey turned over. She was reluctant but I reassured her and Svetlana encouraged her. Once she was naked I led her back to the massage table where Geoffrey was lying naked on his back, his huge cock standing up proudly. I took her little hands and closed her fingers round his cock, moving her hands up and down. Svetlana stood behind her and went to work between her legs, rubbing her bald cunt from behind. Soon she was breathing heavily and her cunt was oozing. Her hands were masturbating Geoffrey now with real enthusiasm. He was growling with pleasure.

Svetlana and I lifted Susan onto the massage table and placed her in a 69 position. We held Geoffrey’s cock in our hands as Susan went down it with her mouth, sucking like a real trooper. Geoffrey rewarded the little slut by eating out her creaming pussy, making her moan and suck harder on him. Both of them came big time, and Susan agreed to sleep with us that night as a foursome. Man that was a hot night! The bonus was that Susan took the extra two hundred dollars she was offered to recruit a girl younger than her. Geoffrey was rapt!

We soon had a stable of several dozen young girls in the age range from mid teens to pre teens. We employed several of them to wait at table for our parties and they all got well and truly used by our guests in the shadows. But Geoffrey wanted more. So, as Fall turned to Winter, we flew down to his private island in his private jet. On board were, apart from the crew, me, Geoffrey and six young girls who had agreed to sell their bodies on the island for us and our very special guests.

I enjoyed the flight down there. I especially enjoyed watching Geoffrey hate fucking a little twelve year old in the double bed in the middle of the plane. The rest of the girls pretended not to notice as Geoffrey rammed into her tight bald cunt as hard as he could go and as hard as she could take. She squealed loudly, though whether it was pain or pleasure was hard to tell. We didn’t really care. I encouraged the youngest girls to gather round the bed to watch. I guess that you would call it impromptu sex education. It was certainly a skill set that these little whores were going to have to develop, and quickly!

At the island we set up for our special guests. These were national and international political leaders, business leaders, religious figures and people from the arts and entertainment industry. They were not all present together. They were invited individually, or sometimes in small groups by prior agreement. It was important to our guests to have their privacy respected. On the island the girls were required to be nude at all times. They were required to submit immediately and without complaint to any sexual act required of them by us or by a guest. They were required to be available for sex at all times twenty-four-seven. They were being very well paid for their time and service and we expected them to work hard for it. In particular, any disobedience would be severely punished.

I will not reveal the names of our guests. Our guests and we all knew that we were at risk. It was a mutual understanding. We could destroy them and they could destroy us. Mutally assured destruction. That kept us safe, or so we thought. We had security film footage of our guests having sex with the girls, and that was our insurance policy. I still have all of the footage. It is in a safe place and I will use it if I am threatened, or if I don’t get my fair share. Remember that dear readers!

Anyway, back to the story. I referred to punishment. A very senior politician and his wife selected a girl to molest in their bungalow. After an hour the wife called me and complained that the girl, a rather fiesty tween, was resisting and causing trouble. I immediately called an assembly in the emergency mustering station on the center of the island. I had the girl brought forward, still nude of course, and tied to a post.

Then I took a cattle whip and gave her a dozen strokes with all the force I could muster. She twisted and turned as the whip sang in the air, and the sound of it biting into her flesh was just delightful, melded with the sounds of her screaming. She was much more compliant after that. I invited the politician to rape the girl still tied to the post. He eagerly agreed and set to work to the cheers of the watchers. His wife was really turned on by the rape and Geoffrey fucked her doggie style as she watched. She came with a stupendous orgasm, her whole body shaking as her cunt spasmed around Geoffrey’s cock. After that the girl was cut down and the couple carried her back to their bungalow to resume their activities.

Our first Christmas on the island was a really memorable experience. I had the girls all dress up as little elves. We put up a huge Christmas tree and dressed it with decorations. I wrapped presents for the girls (dildos, vibrators, porn books, magazines and DVDs) and on Christmas Eve Geoffrey dressed up as Santa Claus. He sat on his throne in front of the tree. I had the girls come up one by one and sit on his lap. They were primed to whisper to him which reindeer they would like to be fucked by and why. Geoffrey masturbated them under their little outfits as they told their secrets and the guests watched, entranced. As each girl finished she hopped off Geoffrey’s lap and knelt between his legs. Each girl had to take his cock in her mouth and suck him for a few moments to thank him and to make their wishes come true.

Once this Santa ceremony was completed I had all the girls line up in front of the guests and dance. Slowly they stripped off their elf outfits and then continued dancing naked, bumping and grinding through their routines. The guests were getting really excited and gradually they pulled the girls to them, dragging them to the floor. Women held them down as their men forced their cocks into their pink little bald cunts and raped them aggressively. The women sat on the girl’s faces and silenced their cries. One girl, a tiny ten year old had continued dancing on her own. Geoffrey and I exchanged glances and then lunged at the girl, dragging her down. I knelt on her shoulders and pinned her arms to my sides as Geoffrey crawled between her legs. He looked at me showing an expression of pure evil lust. I returned it, whispering obscenities and urging Geoffrey to rape the girl brutally.

Geoffrey slowly forced his huge cock into the girl’s bald cunt. She screamed, thrashed and struggled but Geoffrey’s weight and my assistance held her in place. Geoffrey ground his cock slowly and deeply into the child, then he paused to gloat, staring into her terrified eyes. “Better get used to it cunt” he said quietly. “This will be happening every day from now on.” I laughed in excitement as Geoffrey began to rape the girl violently, ramming into her really hard and causing her whole body to shudder under each impact.

“Go boy go! Do it! Rape her hard!” I urged.

Geoffrey went out of control now. With his hands around the girl’s throat he pounded into her, tearing her open beneath him. He fucked the girl unconscious and finally came with a roar, throwing his head back and howling like a wolf. Several guests who had been watching applauded. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. I made a mental note to pay the girl a bonus the next day.

CHAPTER TWO

We had many happy trips to the island, but back in Palm Beach Geoffrey struck some problems. One or two of the girls, not content with the money we had paid them, and some of their parents, had complained to the cops. There was an investigation and for a while things got sticky. Geoffrey had to make a deposition and there were all sorts of wild allegations thrown at him. It became clear that I would have to take some direct action to put the situation to bed, as it were, so I made an appointment to see the local District Attorney, and took along one of our cutest pre teens with me. I figured that everyone has a weak point, and for most guys that weak point is a child with her lips closed around his cock. I tested my theory that day.

Brad was a typical desk bound criminal investigator: a little pudgy, not too smart, and eminently corruptable. I explained to him our problem. Someone was trying to make a federal case out of a little massage therapy. No harm was done. The girls all got paid, and paid well. Sure they had to work nude, but what is really the harm with that? Okay, so some of them were underage, but they lied right? Just like little Damsel right here with me. You would not pick her for ten would you? Brad agreed that she looked older. I pressed my case, A few malcontents were making a fuss. There was no real reason to prosecute Geoffrey. We were very well regarded people in the community, and very well connected. We knew everybody. We could help a career or break a career. Was I making myself clear?

Brad was uncertain. I stood behind him at his desk, while little Damsel slipped under the desk. I whispered into Brad’s ear that he seemed stressed and needed to relax, as I massaged his shoulders. Meanwhile Damsel, under the desk, got his pants undone. As I massaged Brad’s shoulders, and whispered reassuring words, Damsel got his pants undone and got her tiny hands around his hard cock. She licked around the head, as she had been taught, and then took him in her mouth. Brad sighed and visibly relaxed.

I whispered, “Good boy, let the little whore bring you off. That is what she was made for. That is all she is good for. Let it happen Brad.”

That did the trick. Brad came in a rush, shooting his load down little Damsel’s throat. She swallowed expertly and I cleaned her up. Brad and I then got down to talking business. In return for getting access to Damsel once a week for a year, Brad would go to work on the government lawyers to help us negotiate a deal. Geoffrey would plead to some trivial charge and would get immunity from any other prosecution. Critically, the deal would protect Geoffrey’s accomplices as well, which is what I really wanted, so I, Svetlana and the other leading girls would all be protected. I thought that I had done a pretty good day’s work, and most importantly, the show could go on with no more interference.

Geoffrey was not all that satisfied with the deal, but I thought it was sweet. He had to do a year “inside” but it was a walk in walk out arrangement so that he only had to sleep there and he could have overnight visitors. I was there often of course. I checked the records to see how loyal to Geoffrey the girls were. Svetlana the little slut visited seventeen times and some of the others were just as good. But there were some absences which I could not ignore and those girls copped a caning from me.

Meantime there was a need for revenge on the snitches. I singled out two girls and one mother. The first girl I had abducted off the street on her way home from school. My security detail took her to the state penitentiary at Tampa and put her in an exercise yard with twenty child sex offenders. My goodness you would have thought that it was Christmas, the way those monsters dealt with her. She was quickly unwrapped and every guy had a go with her. I was not there in person to watch but one of my security men filmed it for me and I showed it to Geoffrey. I stroked him while he watched the gang rape and it was like a soothing balm for his soul. It’s amazing what you can achieve with money.

The other girl and her mom I had some local black gangsters deal with. They broke into their home late one night. The mom lived alone with her daughter. They stripped the mom and tied her up, forcing her to cum as they made her watch her daughter getting gang raped. It was brutal so I am assured and it destroyed the mom to have to watch it. I made sure that the complaint she filed afterwards got lost. So the message got around. Do not fuck with us. There were no more complaints against us, at least not for a long time. I just had to wait until Geoffrey finished his time and then we could resume our parties and socialising with the rich, famous and infamous. La Dolce Vida baby!

The year passed quickly enough. Geoffrey was released and we set to work rebuilding and maintaining our social network. We encountered some hesitancy at first, but Geoffrey used his male bad boy charm, and I used mine as the glamorous hostess and enabler. We were soon back up to our old tricks, filling our estate at Palm Beach and our private island with the rich and famous and corrupt, all willing and some eager to have their fill of underage sex. There is nothing I enjoy more than watching supposedly upright moral leaders fucking and sucking little teen and pre teen whores.

They were all such hypocrites! At least we didn’t try to hide it. Everybody at Palm Beach knew what was going on. Some didn’t even wait to be invited, but drifted in from neighbouring estates, looking for a piece of the action. As our network of sluts grew to supply the demand, they got steadily younger. I didn’t place any lower limit on who I would hire. If they were old enough to take the money we offered that was good enough for me. I even had a stable of super young girls sold to me by their parents, with no further questions asked. We could do what we liked with those little sluts and by god we did!

We were of course repaid in kind. Every door was open to us. Whatever favour we needed would be granted. Whatever shady deal was offering, we were included. I visited most of the palaces of presidents and royalty all over the world, and I even sat on one or two thrones, just for a laugh, you know? Some very special guests were invited to Geoffrey’s and my apartments in New York, and to properties that we purchased out west, and overseas in London and Paris.

Svetlana and I even trained as pilots, so that we could fly Geoffrey around in his private jet and chopper, in cases where we did not want anyone else to know where we were going and what we were carrying. There was a lot of such secret trips. I don’t approve of it but the drug trade is very profitable and Geoffrey had some links into that world. I preferred running illegal porn. It seemed a crime not to use our little sluts in movies and they made such perfect child porn stars. I think for a decade or more we were the largest producers and suppliers of child porn in the world.

CHAPTER THREE

As the years passed Geoffrey and I placed more of a focus on New York, London and Paris. I was developing links to the United Nations. I found that international bureaucrats are nearly always corrupt or at least corruptible, and there were plenty of opportunities to corrupt them. I was running over one thousand girls now and they needed to be employed gainfully. So I pimped them out to the new contacts that I made. Some of my closest friends became even closer, whether or not they were fucking any of my girls, and some remained close even if they were not any more. I value those friendships. Loyalty is paramount.

Geoffrey and I came up with a great scam also. Selling the oceans! It was so simple! Around half of the oceans don’t belong to anybody do they! So Geoffrey and I set up a private charity to save the planet by selling bits of the high seas to gullible people. It was an even better money spinner than selling underage girls! So it was a new happy time for us. I addressed the United Nations nine times and my reputation soared. I was untouchable, not just because I had the dirt on so many world leaders, but because of my altruism. It seemed that the good times were back in full swing and the troubled times were behind us, or so we thought. Was I naive, or had I factored the unforseen into my plans? Well dear reader, read on and you will see!

Geoffrey and I became more discreet in recent years, thanks to some bad publicity and unwelcome attention. I didn’t think that we had done anything wrong. After all, girls are born to suck and fuck and the sooner they learn how the better. All I did was teach them and give them a head start in life. I eased the pathway to a fabulous life. Most were grateful to have their inner slut revealed but a few malcontents were not. I kept evidence in my little black book and on video just in case.

Geoffrey, bless his heart was the eternal consumer. He never got tired of trying out new girls of whatever age, and it was my job to find them, prep them and serve them up for him. I used toys to make sure that the girls could take his bulbous cock. I used porn to train the minds of the little dears so that they would be enthusiastic about their work. I think that I did my job very well. They were enthusiastic little cock suckers and they took Geoffrey in all of their holes. Geoffrey had more than enough money to indulge his tastes for the rest of his life. Svetlana and I flew constant missions in the Lolita Express, as we used to call Geoffrey’s private jet. It was discreet, but it was awesome!

Alas it all came to a shuddering halt that summer day when Geoffrey flew in to New York from Paris and got arrested on the spot. The bastards were waiting for him. His last trip had been a set up. Fortunately I was not with him that time. Some very powerful people had become afraid of what we had on them and decided to rub both of us out. They used the FBI as their tool. The object was never to get Geoffrey tried or convicted. All the feds had on us was ancient history and fully covered by the plea bargain and indemnity agreement we made years ago. So there was no way they anyone wanted the case to go to trial. It would have fallen in a heap. No, the object here was to rub us out, starting with Geoffrey. While he was being held on remand they killed him. It took two attempts but they managed it.

Well, that got my attention I can tell you. I needed to liquidate my assets as quickly as I could, and disappear. I needed cash and lots of it and I needed it fast. I got together around 15 million which I thought would be enough. I paid off some of the people I feared. I dealt with others by taking a vow of silence. Then I did my best to vanish. I moved around in New England for a year or so. I thought I was OK but I got word recently that the people who bumped off Geoffrey were still planning to move on me. So I made sure that the incriminating evidence was in a safe place. Then I made sure that my remaining allies could be counted on. They couldn’t come out in public and say so of course but I knew who I could rely on when the going got tough.

When I got word that they were coming for me I decided not to run. That would have been a great mistake. They could have gunned me down and called it whatever. So I waited quietly. When they came I went quietly. I did not resist. I made no complaint. After the fuss over Geoffrey’s death I knew that they could not do anything too obvious to me. My main task now was to stay alive. They made a great show of protecting me from “suicide”.

They tried to infect me with COVID-19 but so far I have been able to keep my distance I think. I can’t be sure as they won’t test me, but I have no symptoms yet. I have to stay alive till they bring on their pathetic trial. They know they have nothing. They know that their case will collapse because my true friends will remain loyal. What they want is what I know. What they want is the incriminating evidence about the great and the good. They want to secure that for their own purposes. To destroy it or to use it I am not yet sure, but I am working on finding out. So I don’t let it bug me no matter how much they try to humiliate me. They have even taken away my clothes and bed linen. Fuck you, I look great in anything, even paper!

Oh, and by the way, I have my trump card in my back pocket should I end up needing it: a promise of a presidential pardon. What, me worry? Nah, I don’t think so.

POSTSCRIPT

Dear reader I thought that I should let you know that the person sitting a prison cell in NYC is not me. You may have thought that it is me from the media coverage but it is not. Do you really think that I would have stayed in the USA for the FBI to nab after Geoffrey was murdered? Of course not, and I am a citizen of multiple countries with many friends. My protectors in the ex British military came up with the scheme for having a body double. She is being well paid for her efforts I can assure you so do not feel sorry for her. No coincidence that there have been no images of her since the arrest. She looks a lot like me but the likeness is not perfect, so much better if there are no pictures you see. And she is married, but we do not know who her husband is do we? She has been assured that she will be acquitted and if she is not then she is free to reveal the truth. The important thing to remember is that that is more than a year away and I will be disappeared for ever by then.

THE END