From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Children's Care Camp   
      
   By Willowall (M+/g+, rape, pedo)   
   the "Children's Care Camp" (CCC) showed a recent afternoon at the camp's   
   swimming pool. In the photo, Brad is sitting in the pool, surrounded by   
   ten girls ranging from ages 4 to 11. Everyone is smiling and, of course,   
   the girls look like they're giggling, but the person with the biggest   
   smile of all is Brad.   
      
   The handsome, muscular, 41-year-old man is shirtless, sitting on the   
   steps inside the pool. He has 4-year-old Tiffany sitting on his lap. He,   
   Tiffany, and everyone else have the sun beating down on their water   
   soaked bodies. Brad is beaming, with a bright sparkle in his eyes, which   
   to the average person would appear to be a reflection from the sun. But   
   to Brad's closest friends, including the horny 65-year-old man (his   
   father) who took the photo, that sparkle is the fire-lust that every man   
   possesses, and which will burn for every girl posing there at the pool.   
      
   By the time the photo was taken, Brad, his father, and their associates,   
   had systematically abused all of the girls at the pool over the period   
   of just 6 months. They founded the camp specifically for this purpose. I   
   guess you could say the camp was actually a kind of orphanage, and Brad   
   and his father, Bill, were the Foster Family. The girls had little hope   
   of ever being adopted, because they were too old or they were disabled.   
   For instance, even though little Tiffany was a good age for adoption,   
   she had a rare kidney disease, which made her highly undesirable for any   
   family.   
      
   Once a girl moved into the camp, she was never expected to leave for any   
   purpose, though of course she didn't know that when she got there. The   
   camp was hidden away deep in the hills, far from neighbors or town, and   
   was surrounded by electric fences that would be impossible for anyone to   
   cross.   
      
   Best of all for the predators who put the camp together, the only time   
   it was ever visited by a representative from the government's Child   
   Protection Services department was when a man named Dale came by. And   
   guess what -- Dale was on the board of directors for the camp. Thanks to   
   Dale, once an orphaned girl moved into the camp, her government file was   
   permanently destroyed. As far as authorities were concerned, the girls   
   who lived at Children's Care Camp did not even exist.   
      
   When Samuel A. saw the photo of Brad surrounded by ten hot little   
   girlies, his dick started to rise. After he typed in the password he got   
   from his attorney, Kevin, (a member of the camp's board of directors)   
   the words on the sign behind Brad in the photo lit up and began to   
   blink. It used to say "No Guard on Duty" but once it started to blink   
   the words were changed. It now said:   
      
   "Guards on Duty. No Cunt is Safe."   
      
   "My kinda place!" Samuel thought, as he clicked into the site, his cock   
   drooling in anticipation.   
      
   Once Samuel clicked through the site and learned the nasty details, he   
   typed in his checking account number for membership to the Board of   
   Directors. A BOD membership was the highest membership you could get.   
   Not only did members get full access to the camp 24 hours a day, and   
   full access to the girls (within rules set by the club), they also got   
   the option of having a private suite at the camp. This was perfect for   
   Samuel, who due to his recent troubles with the law (his wife had turned   
   him in for raping their 6-year-old daughter), he had to move quickly.   
      
   Once the money (a few hundred thousand pounds) had been wired to the   
   camp's account in the Cayman Islands, Samuel was issued another   
   password. Within five minutes, his cell phone rang.   
      
   "Samuel, congratulations! This is Brad. What is your password?"   
      
   He gave him the password.   
      
   "You're now a member of the Board!" said the voice on the other line.   
      
   "I'm glad to join, Brad! What do I do next?" he asked eagerly.   
      
   Brad gave Samuel the address and the code for the front gate.   
      
   "If you don't mind, I'd like to drive up there tonight. I'm in a bit of   
   a... well, I'm in a hurry," said Samuel.   
      
   "I fully understand your predicament. Your buddy Kevin has filled me in.   
   Don't worry about it -- we have two members here already who are wanted   
   by authorities in two countries."   
      
   "Sounds like I'm going to be in good company!" said Samuel.   
      
   "Buddy, you have no idea!"   
      
   Samuel arrived at CCC at 6:00pm, hornier than he had ever been in his   
   life. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the pool that was featured   
   in the picture on the website. He parked in front of the house, and was   
   greeted by Bill, Brad's father, and the mastermind behind the operation.   
   He was shocked when he saw Bill, because it turned out that he was once   
   a very prominent person in business, the CEO of a major international   
   automotive firm, and someone that Samuel - a successful banker -- used   
   to read about all the time, until Bill's retirement.   
      
   "It's an honor to meet you, sir," said Samuel. "I always wondered what   
   happened to you after you retired."   
      
   Bill chuckled. "Now you know!" he said, as he ushered him inside to the   
   camp's lobby. "All those years, my ambition and my business drive was   
   fueled by this -- my dream of someday having enough money to open a camp   
   for girls." He winked.   
      
   Showing him around the room, Bill explained to Samuel that the room they   
   were in was intended for the public. "Just in case we ever get visited   
   by 'outsiders', we have this building to present a legal front. There is   
   nothing incriminating here whatsoever."   
      
   They walked through a long corridor, and then passed through a secret   
   door that led to a staircase. They walked up the stairs, into another   
   room, which was manned by two beefy security guards with guns. Samuel   
   was not only frisked, but was informed he had to undergo a strip search.   
      
   After the guards cleared him for entry, Bill took him up one more flight   
   of stairs, and then they entered a cramped room which housed a   
   helicopter. Bill flipped a switch, causing the roof to slide away. "Get   
   in," he said. The guards joined them.   
      
   On the helicopter ride, Bill explained that the "real" camp was several   
   miles away, and not accessible by any roads. Sam's car would be hidden   
   in the woods, in a secret underground garage. He pointed down at some   
   hills. "See anything?" he asked.   
      
   "No, I don't see a thing," said Samuel.   
      
   "Good. You're not supposed to."   
      
   As Bill lowered the helicopter, it appeared like they were landing among   
   a grove of trees. Eventually, things came more clearly into view. They   
   were landing on the roof of a building that was completely camouflaged   
   by brown and green paint and shrubbery.   
      
   The helicopter landed, and Bill flipped the power off.   
      
   "Here we are, Sam. No one in the world knows we're here, and there's no   
   way they're going to find us. And believe me, sir -- I intend to keep it   
      
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