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Subject: {ASSM} The Sadist takes Hold (M/fg, pedo, tort, rape, sad, snuff)
Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 09:10:04 -0400
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The Sadist takes Hold (M/fg, pedo, tort, rape, sad, snuff)

By Alocer Loki (Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com)

WARNING:
	This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite 
	graphical depictions of girls and more specifically 
	children in extreme sexual situations.
	These may include rape, sexual torture and murder. If this 
	subject matter offends you or you are under 18 then don't 
	read it.

	The Things depicted herein are purely fiction. I as the 
	Author do not support any of the actions depicted.

	If you've got past that I'm going to assume that like me 
	you are a sick fuck who gets off on the rape and torture 
	of pre-teen girls.
	If not what the fuck are you doing reading this?
	
	If you wish to contact me I can be reached at
	
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com

Thanks, enjoy the story.


This is a sick world we live in, every where there is only ever sex, 
pain, and death. You only have to look on the news. Well this is my 
story and it has all of the above and more. 
Perhaps I should introduce myself first, my name is Travis, and I am 
a nice guy. Wait scrub that. I am NOT a nice person. In fact I am 
NASTY! A really nasty person if you get to know me, the real me that 
is, and not the mask, the public me. But more on that later. I don't 
really know how to tell you this. I have no idea where to begin. I 
suppose the beginning would be a good idea but I guess it started 
when I was thirteen. No younger than that about six. Or maybe I was 
born this way.
Either way the beginning is a little off track. So I suppose the 
beginning of what happened to me. If you can call it that, I suppose 
more accurate would be what happened to them.

My fingers danced across the keyboard at 1.33 words a second, I gazed 
down at the page written in almost illegible scrawl, and piece by 
piece it appeared across the monitor screen. I hit the end of the 
page and hit enter, then backspace realising I hadn't wanted to do 
that. I glanced up at the screen and frowned at the squiggly red and 
green lines that sat under half the piece. Although much of it was 
inaccurate typing the main bunch of it was just my appalling spelling 
and grammar. I took the mouse and quickly corrected the errors.
"You finished already?" said Rod.
I glanced up at him, "Only the first page," I said, "Got another half 
a page to do."
Rod snorted, "I've typed ten lines in the time it took you to do that 
entire page. How do you do it?"
"Practice mostly," I said.
Rod shook his head; "You couldn't do mine could you?"
"Not on your fucking life," I said, "I'm going to finish this page 
then I'm off to the pub and I'm going to get so pissed they'll have 
to drag me home."
"They'll probably leave you unconscious in the bar again."
I smiled at the pale memory; "They only did that because I had work 
in the morning."
Rod looked back at his work and started to awkwardly two finger type 
it into the computer. He was one of those people who would rather 
hand work in hand-written than typed. I on the other hand had no 
qualms about typing it up. Considering I typed one hell of a lot 
faster than I could write it was actually an advantage to me. I 
turned the page and quickly typed the remaining text.
I saved it before checking through my spelling and then set it to the 
top, for one final proof read. As I scanned down the text my computer 
froze and threw up the `blue screen of death'. "Fucking thing," I 
spat and rebooted.
"Did you save it?" asked Rod.
"Yes, so I'm still going to leave you with you little tiny article."
Rod mumbled something and continued to type. 
We shared a room Rod and I, and although we were reading different 
subjects we did most of our work together and we both wrote for the 
University newspaper. Which was what we were writing at that moment. 
My article was on the rape of a girl on campus, Tania Hanavin. I knew 
Tania if only as an acquaintance a sweet girl; her rape had really 
shocked the campus. Although that mostly had to do with the police 
cars in the car park and the bacon (Police if you didn't know) 
wondering around asking everyone questions. I mean this is a 
university campus you can smell the cannabis a mile away.
Still I suppose life will go on as usual as soon as the hype dies 
down. It's not like they are going to catch the sod that did it; she 
never even saw his face. It was quick and clean straight in and bang 
straight out. 
Finally my computer was back up and working and I loaded back up my 
document and finished editing it and sent it to print. Throwing on my 
jacket and checking to make sure my keys were in the pocket and that 
I had some money, I said, "Right see ya. You coming down the Keg 
later for a pint."
Rod shook his head, "No I've got a lot of work to do, I'll probably 
see you in the morning. Try not to wake us up would you, and don't 
put the fucking cat in the microwave again."
I grinned, you weren't actually allowed pets on campus and I told Rod 
that just before I nuked his kitten. The cat lived unfortunately. I 
REALLY hate cats. I shook my head and grabbed the paper from the 
printer, and left walking right into the doorframe. It was something 
I did so often Rod didn't even glance up at me. 
I took a long stroll through the campus. Like I always did, the long 
way round, eyeing up the girls as I passed. Although none of them 
eyed back, a pity really although not surprising. I'm not what you 
would call attractive. Or even mildly pleasing to the eye. In fact 
and this is me talking here I'm an ugly fuck, I weigh almost twenty 
stone, I'm short, with a big nose. Oh don't get me wrong if I were 
that bothered about what people thought of me I'd do something about 
it but as I see it if someone can't take me for what I am, they don't 
deserve me.
Well it does help to keep my self-esteem somewhere above zero. I've 
got nice dark eyes though but almost colourless kind of brownish hair 
that won't do what its told even with half a pot of gel on it so I 
don't bother mostly. 
As I exited the campus on the way to the Keg of Frogs, my local and 
where I have a part time job I spied two girls heading up the drive. 
Both were great looking blondes obviously sisters, they smiled and 
chatted away at each other. The older of the two, was about nineteen 
and five foot three high and her hair tied up in a ponytail. She wore 
a dark grey skirt that would pass just as easily as a belt and a top 
tied up so that showed her pierced navel. The younger of the two was 
the one that caught my fancy. She was shorter than her sister was and 
her hair was let down. It was long almost reaching her waist and held 
back with a red headband, her body was slim, but hidden under a green 
dress that fell half way down her thighs giving an excellent view of 
he slender legs. She wore small shiny black fastened with a buckle at 
the front and wore short white cotton socks to complement them. The 
tiny four-foot frame couldn't have weighed more than sixty pounds. Oh 
did I mention she was about eight years old.
See that is my biggest problem, I just don't fancy girls my own age, 
they need to be tiny, children and young teens. So as you can imagine 
it's a little difficult for me to get a girlfriend that I'm really 
happy with. Not to mention the fact that I'm a sadist. Two Police 
cars whizzed past, and that took my attention back to the girl who 
had been raped. I wasn't sorry for the bitch in the slightest. In 
fact I was jealous of the bastard that done it. To have the guts just 
to walk into the campus, pick up a girl and rape her.
I just don't have the nerve to try something like that. Besides I'll 
be a little more careful than that if I did it. Also I'd probably 
kill the bitch just to make sure she couldn't identify me. Of course 
I'd properly dispose of the body as well. Of course I had no idea why 
was even thinking like that. As I said before there is no chance I'd 
have the guts to do anything like that.

Well that's what I thought, I might have been right if what happened 
the next day hadn't happened. I was standing in a music shop trying 
desperately to look at the rather limited supply of heavy metal CDs' 
although my attention was more focused on the legs of a fourteen year 
old standing in front of a large poster of some pop band or another. 
She had a set of headphones on and was nodding along in time with the 
music. She was cute. She was about five-foot tall, with long red hair 
that was tied back with a ribbon. Her grey eyes glanced around the 
store like she was looking out for someone; she had a constant smile 
that broke the light smattering of freckles on her face.
 She wore a white T-shirt and a pair of short shorts that offered an 
excellent view of her lovely shaped legs. Suddenly her eyes fixed on 
somebody and her smile widened. She took the earphones off and 
called, "Stella, I'm over here," 
I couldn't help but turn to see whom she was talking to. Another 
teenage girl, which wasn't a surprise although this one was nowhere, 
near as cute. She was slightly taller with dark hair that was left 
down her back; this girl had bucked teeth and an upturned nose, which 
really put me off. Turning back to my CDs and again, and again stared 
straight at the girls legs. The other girl joined the first and they 
started to talk. I was close enough to hear their conversation but 
lets be honest teenage girls talk about some stupid things.
There was one thing however that caught my attention, "Yeah," said 
the redhead, "I've got to baby sit my fucking sister, all night, and 
I'm going to be board stiff because my boyfriends at Ibiza for the 
next week."
"Hard luck," said Stella, "I'm going on holiday tomorrow, so right 
tell me your new address so I can make sure you get all the 
postcards."
"Right yeah," said the red head.
As she said the address I almost dropped the CD I was looking at. It 
really was too good to be true. I knew the house, a friend of mine 
used to live there it was right out in the middle of nowhere. No 
neighbours for two miles in both directions and a drive that was out 
of sight of the road. If you were going to kidnap two girls, that was 
the place you wanted to do it. 

So that's how I found my self, driving with fake plates on my car 
(borrowed from one of the cars in the campus car park one that was 
the same make and model as my own. A car I knew wouldn't be checked 
until morning,) down the quiet country road, dressed up like a pizza 
deliveryman with a real pizza to complete my disguise. The plan was 
simple check to see if the girls were alone, and if they were I'd 
snatch them. 
I knew that they were in a rather large house, and quite probably 
there would be a party, and if there was I'd crash it and get pissed 
and high. I was hoping there was a party. I couldn't believe that I 
was actually going through with it. I mean I'd thought about 
snatching several girls before but I'd never actually attempted it. I 
turned into the drive and turned the corner to see the house. The 
downstairs lights were on but other than that there was no other sign 
of life. I parked in the driveway and got out. I stared at the house 
for several minutes getting my nerve and wits about me. I checked my 
jacket pockets to make sure the four sets of handcuffs were still 
there, as an after thought I shoved some oiled rags into the other 
pocket the girls were probably going to need to be gagged. Then I 
made sure I had the bottle of chloroform. Once I was sure I had 
everything I grabbed the pizza, which was getting cold by now and 
headed for the door. 
I rang the bell and waited. The red head opened the door and looked 
surprised to see me.
"Someone order a Pizza?" I asked.
The girl cringed and sort of smiled, "Err no sorry we didn't," 
"Oh bugger," I muttered, I'm a pretty good actor even if I do say so 
myself, "Just my bloody luck hey, the last delivery I have to do 
tonight and it's bloody prank call. Sorry to have bothered you. It's 
just I only get paid if the pizzas get delivered and paid for."
"Really," said the girl, "Don't you get minimum wage?" 
I shook my head; "No I'm not actually working there if you catch me."
The girl giggled, "Claiming are you,"
I nodded, "Your new here aren't you the last I knew my friend, Jarred 
Crockett lived here."
"Yeah, my parents brought this place from the Crocketts earlier this 
year."
"Cool," I said, "You here by yourself?"
"No, I'm baby-sitting my sister."
I nodded, "So where's the party. You here all night and no party?"
The girl shook her head.
I tutted the girl and said, "Where's your sense love. We had a party 
here once a few years ago now, we totally wrecked the joint. Mrs 
Crockett called the cops and we had to make a run for it over that 
fucking wall in the garden I fell off it and broke my fucking arm."
The girl laughed, she looked at ease, that was good, "That is why I 
don't have parties here I wait until we can wreck someone else's 
house that way I don't have to clear up the fucking mess."
I laughed, "Good policy, besides Jarred was grounded after that for 
like a year and he grassed us all up to the cops. I broke my fucking 
arm for nothing."
I was about to jump the girl when she said, "Look I was going to call 
out for Chinese but I suppose Pizza will do as good, I'll just get my 
money okay."
I smiled at her, "Thanks love."
"I'll be just a sec." 
The girl turned and walked back into the house and up the stairs. The 
stupid bitch left the door open. She was making this too easy. I 
walked in and closed the door behind me, and drew the pistol I had in 
my pocket. Do you know how difficult it is to get hold of guns in 
fucking Uxbridge? Still if you know the right people. The girl 
returned shortly rummaging though her purse she pulled out a ten-
pound note and asked, "Do you have change?" she looked up and froze.
I smiled at her, "Sorry about this love but your fucked." 
The girl blinked twice and swallowed, "Look, take what you want just 
please don't hurt us."
I shook my head, "If I wanted to do the place over do you think I 
would be stupid enough to talk to you for so long sorry love. I want 
you, and your sister. Now don't make a fuss because I have no problem 
killing you here. Be quiet and do as I tell you and you will live. Do 
you understand?"
The girl nodded, I couldn't imagine what was going through her head 
at that moment but just trying to comprehend it gave me a hard on. 
"Good now call your sister out here, how old is she?"
"Eight," said the girl.
"Call her out," I said.
"Vicky, can you come here please."
"What is it?" asked the girl as she walked into the hall. 
This trip was turning out to be well worth it. The girl froze at the 
sight of the gun and stared silently at me for several moments. She 
was very pretty, about four foot four inches and very slim. Her body 
was almost as straight as an arrow, she wore flimsy white cotton 
dress with flowers on the breast, she had the same red hair as her 
sister but slightly more freckles. But not enough to mar her face. 
"Please Vicky don't scream," said the older girl.
"I suggest you listen to your sister." I said, "Now Vicky I want you 
to lay on the floor on your stomach, once there don't move is that 
clear?"
"Y-yes sir," the girl said.
"Well do it," I said.
The child went to her knees, and laid on her stomach, I smiled I had 
no idea how this feeling of power could feel so good. I took out a 
pair of handcuffs, and turned to the teenager, "What's your name?" 
"Stacey," the girl said.
"Right Stacey I want you to put these on your sister. Put it on her 
left wrist and left ankle is that clear?"
The girl nodded and took the handcuffs and knelt by her sister and 
cuffed her leg to her hand. Vicky started to cry and by the time 
Stacy stood up her eyes were brimming with tears, I couldn't help but 
smile. "Now the other side." I told her and handed her another set of 
handcuffs. Stacy did what she was told. Tears started to stream down 
her face and drip from her chin, but she didn't make a sound.
Vicky on the other hand whined and moaned into the carpet. I smiled 
at, Stacy and said, "Your turn love," I said.
"Please don't hurt us," the girl pleaded.
I slapped her across the face. It was a good solid slap and brought a 
nice big red mark on her cheek, it stunned the girl into silence. "I 
didn't tell you to speak, I want you on your belly now,"
Sobbing now the girl did as she was told and I hog-tied her with the 
handcuffs. The girl suddenly said, "My boyfriend will be here in a 
minute, he old eighteen, he's a body builder, he will be pissed if he 
catches you here."
I kicked the girl in the side, and she cried out. "Really love and 
here was me thinking your boyfriend was on holiday in Ibiza I think 
it was."
That shut the girl up and she just cried sobbing. 
I took out the bottle of chloroform and soaked a cloth with it. I 
knelt by Vicky and stroked her hair, she looked up at me with blood 
shot eyes, "Please don't hurt me," she begged.
I smiled kindly and placed the rag over her mouth and nose. The 
girl's eyes rolled and she passed out, I quickly checked her pulse, 
just to make sure and turned to Stacey who was turned away from me. 
Without a word I grabbed her head and pressed the cloth over her 
face. 
With them both unconscious I quickly gagged them with rags and duct 
tape. I checked both their breathing and pulse. I didn't want them to 
die before I was through with them. I opened the door and went to my 
car; I checked to make sure nobody was about then opened the boot 
checked around again and went in for the girls. I took Stacy out 
first and tucked her into the boot. Her limp body was easy to fit 
into the small space it. I went back in and got Vicky and squeezed 
her in beside her sister. I then made one final trip back to the 
house to pick up my pizza. I checked around for anything I'd left, 
and found the rag I'd used for the chloroform and a small scrap of 
cloth probably torn from the rags. I then wiped down the front door, 
and anything else I'd might have touched and left. 
Once I was onto the main road and there were other cars about I 
breathed a sigh of relief. I'd done it I had kidnapped two girls. Now 
what. The question echoed through my head along with a thousand 
answers. But there was no way these girls would live though much if 
any of it.
About all I did know was where I was going. Two years before an uncle 
of mine owned a warehouse and the land it was sat on, but it had 
burned down one day killing my uncle. I was landed with a burned out 
warehouse and a nice little sum of money both from my uncle and the 
insurance, which was then sucked, dry from compensation claims from 
the workers and their family. I still had the warehouse though, 
although it was burned out it did have a nice and large cellar, which 
had been largely untouched by the fire. There wasn't much in it but 
the warehouse was conveniently in the middle of nowhere a all other 
businesses had burned down in the same fire and nobody had ever 
bothered to try and fix it back up. The costs were too great for the 
place where it was. So it was left a burned out husk. It was in the 
other town and that was an hours drive away but beggars can't be 
chooses.
I kept to the speed limit carefully and every cop car that past made 
me jump but nobody stopped me. Finally I caught sight of the burned 
out buildings. I stopped at the gate and stopped to get my keycard. 
During the day there was a guard that stood at the gates but at night 
it was left unguarded except for signs saying beware of the dog. 
There was however no do. The fences were electrified though. We could 
afford that much security. I ran the card through the slot and the 
gate gave a clank and opened, once inside I typed in my code and the 
gate shut. There were no records of who came in here, so no proof 
that I was ever here. I drove to my warehouse and pulled my car 
inside the burned out husk. I switched off the engine, and got out. 
I walked to the thick iron door that went to the cellars it was as 
rusty as hell and it squeaked loudly as I pulled it open but there 
was no chance of it coming open without the keys. I went back to the 
car and opened the boot. The girls were still unconscious, the 
chloroform would keep them like that for another hour or two but I 
was prepared to wait.
 I lifted out Stacy first and carried through the door and down the 
steep flight of sitars and dumped her on the floor. I then went back 
for the little one, my pizza, a bottle of whisky and a six pack of 
larger. I locked the car and picked them all up. I held the girl like 
a tray and balanced the beer, and pizza on her. The whisky I tucked 
into the crook of my arm. I then carried them carefully down the 
stairs and laid them carefully on the floor and had to go back up and 
unlock the car again to get the two lanterns, a box of candles.  
Locking the car again, I walked back down to the cellar locking the 
iron door behind me. 
There was no electric to the buildings anymore, so I lit the lanterns 
and a few candles and looked about the room. It was exactly how I 
left it. Empty. It was a large room, almost twenty-foot square, but 
along the centre running east west was a line of wooden pillars 
spaced three foot apart effectively cutting the room in half. The 
only things in the entire cellars were my toolbox. I'd been looking 
for that so this was where I'd left it, and an old workbench on one 
wall three-foot wide and ten-foot long. I laid out the girl on the 
floor near the workbench and took a large mouthful of whisky. I 
didn't want to get drunk, I wanted to savour this experience, and 
that meant staying sober. But I really needed a drink. I downed the 
whisky and gasped as it seared my insides. This was good stuff. I put 
the top back onto the bottle and sat on the bench. Throwing open the 
pizza box, I grabbed a slice, it was cold, but I'm a computer geek, 
and I like cold pizza. I opened a can of beer and took a long swig 
and just sat there looking at my prize.
Two cans three quarters of a pizza and an hour later, Stacy began to 
stir. Even though I was taking it slowly I think it was the whisky I 
could feel the alcohol encroaching on my mind. Putting my half-empty 
third can down I shook it off and crouched down next to the waking 
teen. As her eyes opened she looked at me and blinked a couple of 
times before recognising me and trying to struggle. She screamed into 
the rag, when she found out she couldn't move. I slapped her, "Oh for 
fuck sakes kid, stop trying. Even if you could get free there is no 
way out of this room."
That calmed her down, but tears dripped from her eyes. I was starting 
to get a hard on again. Picking up another slice of pizza I took a 
bite and said to the terrified girl, "Do you know what I'm going to 
do to you?"
The girl shook her head, and tried to sniff back the tears. 
"Well its quite simple I'm going to rape you. Really hard so your 
cunt bleeds. You're not on a period are you?" The question just 
occurred to me.
The girl shook her head but let out a long muffled cry
"Good because I'd have to kill you if you were. But now I'm going to 
whip your nice ass, maybe stick pins into those nice little tits of 
yours. I think I have pins in my toolbox. Then I'm going to fuck you 
hard. Have you been fucked before?"
The teenager nodded, too bad, not all that unexpected though, my 
sister was pregnant at fourteen, and it's actually quite hard to find 
a teen that hasn't had sex in my hometown. Still there was little 
Vicky for all that.
"You know I could stand here telling you what I'm going to do all 
night but instead I think I'll show you."
I opened my toolbox and took out the standing knife. Extending the 
blade I frowned when I saw that it had rusted a little but it was 
still plenty sharp enough. I leant over the girl and held the blade 
to her throat. "Now darling I'm going to untie you, I'm not going to 
have any trouble now am I?"
The girl tied to shake her head. 
I nodded and took the keys and unlocked the handcuffs. I stood up 
keeping the knife in my hand, "Get up," I told her.
The teen stood up and rubbed her wrists. She still had the gag in her 
mouth and made no move to remove it. "You may take out the gag, but 
don't say anything."
The girl peeled off the tape and spat out the dirty rag. She looked 
so sexy the terrified girl. It was driving me crazy.
I bent back to my toolbox and took out a metal ruler, it was quite 
flexible and from experience I knew it hurt when hit with it. (In 
collage, I one made a bet with someone that I could take twenty 
across the back of the hand with out blinking. Easy money but it left 
a nice purple mark and the bruising stayed there for a week.)
I swished it through the air a couple of times and the girl started 
to back away. "I suggest you don't even think of running," I told the 
girl, "I told you before the door is locked, and I will be MOST 
displeased with you if you try."
The girl stopped backing away but she was no less defensive, "Now are 
you going to be a good girl and come here or do I have to go and get 
you." I swished the ruler with the second remark to punctuate a 
point.
The girl took a step forwards; she really was far too trusting. I 
held out my hand and she took it. And I pulled her hard. The girl was 
taken by surprise and let out a squeal as I threw her over the bench. 
She was bent forwards with her ass in just the right place. I grabbed 
her shorts and knickers and pulled the back down, exposing her nice 
smooth ass. Then with one hand to hold her in place I landed a hard 
blow across her ass. The girl screamed and a wide red mark, appeared 
on her ass, "This is your first lesson in this short and painful 
class." I told her, "You do exactly as I say and I will hurt you. 
Disobey me in anyway and I will fucking kill you."
With that I started to pound away at her ass, each time the ruler 
came down on her ass with a loud slap it was marked by her screams, 
she didn't stop screaming between slaps she just screamed louder when 
I hit her. This was the most wonderful most fulfilling moment in my 
life, as I beat at her ass. The moment that screamed at me I was 
doing it! 
The poor girl struggled and tried to get away but I kept a tight 
grip. This was great and it was only the beginning. I stopped when my 
arm was getting tired and I looked at the girls' ass. It was now a 
deep purple colour in the centre and deep red around the edges, if I 
hadn't already had a raging hardon the mere sight of that would have 
given me one, now it just served to make me harder than I'd ever 
been. 
"Now repeat the lesson." I told her.
The girl snivelled and cried but made no attempt, to speak, I sighed, 
"I did tell you and I'm going to torture you now and then I'll 
probably kill you."
"No!" the girl cried, "You said, to do what you tell me and you'll 
hurt me. But if I disobeyed you, y-you would k-kill me." The last 
words were almost forced out of her mouth.
"That's right sorry but you just disobeyed me. Still you are only 
learning I'll just torture you. But this is your last chance. Now 
stand up and pull your shorts back up."
The crying girl stood up and pulled the back of her shorts over her 
tortured ass. She stood silently as I went back to my toolbox. I knew 
I had a pot of pins in there, somewhere and it wasn't too hard to 
find them, they were hidden under a few sheets of sandpaper. I took 
the pins and a pair of pliers and set them on the bench. 
I then picked up a pair of the handcuffs and threw them to the girl. 
She caught them and looked at me, "Go to that pillar and chain your 
hands behind your back around that." I told her.
The girl looked at me then to the post and then to her unconscious 
sister and finally walked towards the post. She stood with her back 
to the post and put her hands around it and with some trouble cuffed 
her hands together. I inspected it just to make sure she really was 
chained to the post and then went back to the bench were, I took 
another mouthful of pizza. I picked up the pins and the pliers and 
also the standing knife. 
Using the knife I cut her T-shirt away, and then her bra. The girl 
didn't say anything when I exposed her small tits. They were about 
average size for a girl her age I suppose but that still meant small, 
hardly much point in a bra. I touched her smooth skin and the girl 
flinched as I caressed her breasts. Tears flowed down her face and 
dripped onto her chest, I spent several moments massaging her tears 
into her skin before I picked up the pliers. I gently took one of her 
nipples in the teeth and the girls eyes widened with fear, "Oh god 
no, please don't. NO Ahhh," the girl screamed as I slowly pressed on 
the pliers, putting more and more pressure on it once I was happy I 
had her nipple crushed enough I started to pull and twist on it 
brining out even more desperate screams from the girl. The screams 
were like music. The tortured teens high voice bounced from the walls 
making a horrific but sweet tune.
Keeping the pliers pressed closed I with my other hand opened the pot 
of pins and took one. I pulled her nipple around before I found a 
place to put it. Right through the centre of the nipple. As I pushed 
the pin in the girls screams entered new heights, she let out one 
long continuos scream pausing only every few seconds to gasp in 
breath. I continued pushing pins through her nipple; I got seven in 
before I released it raising an even louder scream as the blood 
flowed back into her nipple.
The girl was hyperventilating now, tears streamed down her face, a 
face that was contorted with pain, she sniffed and sobbed and started 
to scream even before I closed the pliers on the other nipple. 
I was lost in pleasure as I pushed the pins through her nipple; the 
girl's screams were driving me crazy if I didn't rape one of them 
soon I would go mad. A scream from Vicky broke my spell, and I 
realised to my delight that I'd filled Stacey's nipple with pins. The 
girl was slumped forward held up by me. I sighed and let the girl 
fall to the floor I was tempted to rape her then but I was having too 
much fun and I knew I wouldn't be in the mood after I fucked the 
cunt. I mean it was very late, and I did have classes tomorrow. So I 
turned my attention to Vicky while I let Stacey recover enough to 
rape her good and proper.
The child was crying and screaming into her gag. I grinned at her and 
rolled her onto her back. It was a little difficult to get her into a 
position where she couldn't roll over but after a while I got it 
right. Happy with that I reached down and ripped open the front of 
the girl's dress exposing her flat chest. The tiny nipples were the 
only things that marked the smooth soft skin. I ran my hands over her 
skin encircling her nipples with my fingers. I leant my head down and 
sucked on her left nipple working it with my tongue to make it hard, 
once I was happy I moved onto the other nipple. I leant back and 
admired the two tiny buds standing erect on the girl's chest. 
I undid my belt and pulled it from my jeans, I was tempted to whip 
her using the buckle but I didn't want to break her skin (or her 
ribs) so I doubled the thick leather over. The girl's eyes were wide 
in terror as I raised it above my head and with a menacing grin 
plastered to my lips I brought it down hard across the girls chest. 
She screamed into the gag and tried to move but there was nowhere to 
go. I hit her again and the girl pissed herself. I noticed the front 
of her dress was wet. It didn't really matter it would soak into the 
earth floor of the cellar. So I continued to whip the poor child I 
brought the belt down more than a dozen times onto her chest. Until 
Stacey screamed, "Stop it don't hurt her!"
I stopped and looked with the most annoyed glare I could manage. The 
girl shrank back, "Please don't hurt her sir." She said, "I-I'll do 
whatever you want."
I smiled at her, "You will do whatever I want anyway." I told her I 
then had an idea and went and got the metal ruler. "Besides your 
sister has been a bad girl and pissed herself. I've got a special 
punishment for someone who pisses themselves."
I reached down and forced Vicky's legs apart and pulled up her skirt. 
I then pulled down her knickers exposing the girls beautiful slit. It 
was a sight. Perfectly smooth and not a hair in sight, perfect, if a 
little wet with piss. I almost broke down there and fucked her. But I 
have more self-control than that and I ran the ruler across the 
hairless pussy. "No!" screamed Stacey, "Please do it to me!" she 
begged.
"When you piss yourself, now shut up or I'll gag you." Stacey shut 
her mouth and I turned my attention back to the perfect pussy in 
front of me.
I lifted the ruler and gave a vicious whack to her cunt. The girls 
head came forwards I suppose her body would have done as well if she 
weren't tied up. Her eyes seemed to be popping from their sockets, as 
she screamed.
"You fucking bastard. She's just a child."
Her fucking mouth was beginning to piss me off. I grabbed the child's 
piss soaked knickers and tore them from her legs I grabbed the roll 
of duct tape. I was going to shut this bitch up I moved over to her, 
and pressed close letting my erect cock press into her stomach 
through my jeans. I held up the dripping knickers and the girl closed 
her mouth tight. I pressed them against her lips and with my other 
hand thumped her in the stomach. Not hard, but enough to make her 
lurch forwards and open her mouth to gasp in air. Or piss soaked 
knickers in this case. I quickly taped them in place and left her 
there. She looked sick. But then so would I if I were forced to have 
piss soaked anything in my mouth. I laughed and turned back to Vicky.
I picked back up the ruler hit her pussy again. I don't know how many 
strikes I delivered to her pussy. I carried on hitting her until she 
passed out with pain. Her cunt looked much like Stacey's ass. "I'm 
saving raping you until tomorrow," I told the unconscious girl.
I stood up and turned to Stacey. The girl was crying again probably 
knew I was about to fuck her brains out. Taking the knife I cut her 
shorts and knickers away exposing her tiny slit covered in a short 
bush of red hair. It was too much for my tastes and I grabbed a 
handful and pulled it out. The girl screamed. I sprinkled her pubes 
over her head. Finally I unzipped my jeans and let my cock out. It 
stood proud and fine it wasn't the biggest in world. But it was 
larger than average and that was enough for me. And it was fat. Kind 
of like me. I grinned and I pressed it against the teens slit. Even 
though she'd been fucked before, the girl was still pretty tight. It 
took me a while to force my cock right the way into her. I started to 
pump the teen out, building up a steady rhythm I kept it up for 
several minutes. The girl was crying loudly but wasn't struggling 
anymore probably realised that there wasn't any point. 
So I pulled out of the girl and turned her around. Which involved 
moving her around the post and made her bend over her ass to the left 
side of the post. I'm not sure if the girl realised what I had 
planned. But she seemed surprised when I entered her ass. She 
screamed loudly as I pushed inside and grunted and gasped with pain 
as I worked in and out. I didn't want to rape her ass too hard. I 
didn't want to tear her today. There was tomorrow for that. So after 
a few minutes I pulled out of her ass. My cock was streaked with 
shit. There is only one place for a shit covered cock.
I forced the girl to face me and then pushed her to her knees. She 
stared at my cock with obvious disgust. "Have you ever sucked cock 
before?" I asked.
The girls shook her head.
"Well it doesn't matter I'm just going to rape your throat anyway. 
But first I want you to clean all the shit from it. And unless you 
want me to put the gun in your mouth to shoot off I suggest you don't 
bite."
The girl was in too much shock to take it as an idle threat and as 
soon as I pulled her gag off she took my cock in her mouth. She 
gagged on the bitter shit, and worked it around her mouth. She wasn't 
very good but that didn't matter. I grabbed the back of her head and 
thrust the entire length of my cock straight down the back of her 
throat.
The girl choked and tried to pull away but I kept her there letting 
her throat do all the work. She looked a little desperate for breath 
and that just turned me on more. Pulling out I let her have one 
breath before I started to rape the teen's throat with long deep 
thrusts in and out. I kept it up for a long time before my balls 
tightened. I drew back so only the head was inside her mouth and let 
go for the most powerful orgasm of my life. I pumped load after load 
of cum into her mouth. "Swallow it I warned," and the girl gagged and 
choked as she gulped down my seed. 
I made her clean my cock again before I pulled out and put my cock 
back away. I looked at my watch, and swore, and gave the girl a slap 
for good measure. With the hours drive back to campus along with 
switching the numberplates back (and the wheels over) I would have 
two hours sleep at the most. I slapped the girl again. I replaced her 
gag. Then I grabbed a beer. I left the girls tied where they were and 
locked the cellar door. There was no chance of anyone hearing them. 

My alarm clock woke me the next morning. I guess I was so worked up 
and anxious that my body didn't want me to get any sleep. I sat bolt 
up right at the first beep. The problem was that normally I've got to 
be the worst person in the world with waking up to my alarm clock 
which is why it was set half an hour early.
Oh I was tired, I could hardly keep my eyes open but I knew if I laid 
back down now I'd not get back up until noon so I forced myself out 
of bed. I had a raging hardon but I would have to wait until that 
night. A cold shower soon sorted both problems out. I still had half 
hour to spare so I decided to give my car a quick clean out just to 
make sure I'd not left some vital evidence, just lying there. I 
bundled the clothes I had been wearing in with the rubbish and took 
it down with me. It was the pick up day for the rubbish and I needed 
to hurry so I could get the bag in on time. There wasn't a cop car in 
sight as I walked across the car park.
They were probably trying to figure out what happened to the two 
girls. I gave the outside of my car the once over with a cloth, I'd 
run it through the car wash when I went to meet the girls that night, 
and I brushed down the seats. I didn't see anything that would 
incriminate me but its better safe than sorry. I'd used a plastic 
sheet in the boot to capture any evidence; I'd dumped the sheet in 
the rubbish when I returned the night before so that was gone. But I 
checked the boot anyway, and I'm glad I did, as the door opened a 
single strand of red hair caught the sun and glittered. With what 
they could do nowadays with forensics that could have been a crucial 
piece of evidence. I grabbed it making sure it didn't break leaving 
some behind and wondered what I should do with it.
A wicked smile crossed my face as I sparked on an idea. I looked 
across at the car I'd borrowed the number plates from I'd already 
swapped my wheels over with his I suppose a little more incriminating 
evidence couldn't hurt. Went over to the car and carefully pushed the 
strand of hair into the boot, through the crack of the door. I then 
went back to checking my car.  I might seem a little over cautious 
but how many times do you see it on TV where a killer is caught 
because he stood in the wrong kind of dirt and still had it on his 
shoes when they picked it up. That caught me, I looked down at my 
trainers. They weren't dirty, I checked the underneath. They were so 
old that most of the grip was worn away would that help or hinder an 
investigation. I suppose that any link to the crime scene had to go 
so I took them off and threw them into the large wheel bin. I still 
had another pair inside. 
After I replaced my shoes I grabbed my bag and made sure I had a pen 
on me and headed off to my first lecture. 
I was tired all day but my nerves were enough to keep me awake, 
although it wasn't enough to keep my mind on my work. I was so 
anxious that every time someone entered a room where I was in I could 
imagine that it was a copper to tell us they'd found the girls and 
that I was under arrest. 
It didn't happen but that didn't stop me form imagining it. My 
biggest problem through the whole day was that I had an almost 
constant erection. It was hard to keep my mind off the girls but 
every time I thought of them my cock instantly became like a rock. It 
was really beginning to annoy me. After classes, I went back to my 
room to catch a couple of hour's sleep. I would have gone to them 
straight away but I was so fucking tired and besides I had to wait 
for the security to clock off. 
So I caught up on my sleep. I left the campus about eight o'clock, I 
wore some old clothes and a really old pair of trainers I'd found 
while trying to find stuff with which to torture the girls with. It 
saved me having to buy a new pair. I had to drive past the house as I 
left town; there were no cops. They probably thought the girls had 
made a runner.
When I arrived at the warehouse the sun was just high enough to 
provide enough light for me to park but it was fading fast. I pulled 
a torch and an old black backpack from the boot. One I'd been meaning 
to throw out for weeks. All the things I needed for my night's work 
were in there. Most of it was simple every day stuff that didn't need 
a genius (although maybe a sadist) to figure out how they could be 
used to hurt people. A box of nails, a big heavy-duty staple gun, a 
wire coat hanger. That kind of thing.
 Swinging my bag over one shoulder I unlocked the door and walked in. 
Locking it up behind me I flicked the switch on the torch and 
carefully made my way down the stairs. It stank in the room, like 
shit and piss. Which is what it was. The girls were where I'd left 
them. Vicky hog-tied on her back, she was fast asleep, Stacey was 
awake slumped against the pillar, she glanced up at me and despair 
replaced the glimmer of hope. 
"Time for round two," I said.
The girl said something into the gag but I didn't know what it was 
nor did I care. I grab the bottle of whisky I'd left down there and 
took a long drink. The warm liquid was blissful as it seeped through 
my body. Finally settling in my cock and my hard-on was back. First 
the dirty work. It took some plastic bags from the bag and a cloth 
and quickly picked up the shit from the floor and cleaned the two 
girls up. Once finished I dropped it in the far corner of the room 
and turned to Stacey.
I grinned at the teen and she screamed guessing my intentions. I 
pulled my cock out and headed for her. The girl tried to get away but 
chained where she was there was no chance I grabbed her hair and 
pulled her to her feet. 
With no fuss I shoved my cock into her cunt and started to fuck the 
girl. The teen screamed and tried to fight me but there was not much 
she could do to stop her rape.
Mainly because I'd been frustrated all day it only took minutes for 
me to cum I exploded what seemed like gallons into the teen's cunt, 
and somehow I kept my erection.
Having satisfied myself I turned to the more enjoyable issue of 
torture. "Listen bitch," I said as I slapped the girl. 
Vicky was awake and screaming now, but her gag stifled it enough.
"If you want the little bitch to die, I suggest you do everything I 
tell you do you understand?" I asked.
Stacey nodded and sniffed, "It's got to be hard to breathe in that 
gag."
Stacey sniffed again and nodded.
"If I take it off do you promise not to make a noise. If you do I'll 
start to kick little Vicky until you shut up."
Stacey nodded, so I unwound the duct tape from her head taking a fair 
amount of hair with it. Once off Stacey spat out her sisters knickers 
and then spat on the floor probably trying to get the taste of piss 
from her mouth. That turned me on and my cock was ready to be fucked 
again. I held off for a little. I had all night ahead of me and if I 
gave in every time I wanted to fuck one of these girls it could get 
very painful for me.  "I'll undo your hands now and I want you to go 
over to the deck and crouch so that your tits are resting on it. Try 
to run and I'll kill the bitch."
The girl never said a thing and I got the keys and unlocked the 
handcuffs, without saying anything she walked over to the bench and 
half squatted in front of it resting her small lumps that passed for 
breasts onto it. I picked my bag back up and moved over to her 
running my hands over her ass as I past. The girl didn't like that 
but she didn't move, I guess I'd put the fear of god into her. I sat 
the bag on the bench and started to run my hands over the girl's 
smooth body. She gave a moan though not of pleasure. Even when I 
rubbed her cunt, tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped off onto 
the paint flecked bench, forming small pools just in front of her 
tortured tits. The pins still filled the small nipples and with much 
pleasure I started to remove them. The girl cried out in pain as I 
started to pull them out. She was fine once they were moving but 
freeing them from where they had stayed all night was extremely 
painful. 
The small holes were infected, and puffed up on her pink nipple as 
bright red. It also made her nipples unbelievable sensitive to pain. 
I just rested my finger on one to get her to scream. I played with 
them for a bit flicking and pinching them hard getting her to scream 
and cry. She seemed somehow to accept the torture however, like she 
just given up fighting. I didn't like that it was boring I wanted 
fight. Which was also one of the reasons I planned to kill them. 
After short time kids had a remarkable ability to accept their plight 
and even come to enjoy it. 
But not all of the fight was out of this teen yet besides now the 
stakes heightened it was time for some serious torture. "Close your 
eyes," I told her.
"Why?"
"Just fucking well close them, or I'll cut them out okay," I said.
The teen closed her eyes tight and I slapped her just to make sure 
she wasn't peeping, "Keep them closed," I told her as she let out a 
surprised scream. I pretended to slap her again and the girl didn't 
flinch. I was happy with that. Opening my bag I took out the staple 
gun. It was one of those ones that were used to staple things to 
walls, or floors. It sent out a nice big staple at quite some force. 
I pressed it against her right breast near the outside so not too 
much flesh would be caught. Just enough so that it would staple her 
to the bench. I pushed the handle. 
The girl's eyes snapped and she let out the loudest scream I'd ever 
heard, and tried to run only to realise her tit wasn't going 
anywhere. I grabbed her to stop her from pulling the staple out and 
quickly snapped the cuffs back on her. She struggled against me 
screaming hysterically any words were lost amongst her screams. I 
forced her other tit onto the bench and rested the stapler on the 
side of it. 
With her struggling so much it was actually quite difficult to get 
her to hold still for long enough to get the stapler in the right 
place. It took a hole five minutes before I managed to shoot the 
staple into her tit. The scream was just like before but now the girl 
had very little room in which to struggle. Thus the other six 
staples, one each on the outside of her breasts and two on each of 
the insides, went in quite quickly. Once they were in I was quite 
happy the girl wasn't going anywhere. So I let go. She didn't even 
try to move she just stayed locked in place drawing in sharp breaths 
to scream them out. I laughed at her. I really needed a fuck now.  
Reaching back into my bag I took out the wire coat hanger and quickly 
straightened and bent it into a suitable whip. 
I gave a test strike across her back and the teen screamed. "I want 
your ass in the air now," I ordered.
Crying the girl actually tired to comply, not quickly enough and I 
hit her again. The blow broke the skin on her lower back and the girl 
howled. Her ass came up quickly then she leant over the table her 
tits limited her movement. I was quite sure that the staples wouldn't 
come out easily.
So I placed my cock at her ass hole. The girl tensed as I touched it 
and received another blow across her back. As she cried out again she 
relaxed for a fraction of a second and I took the opportunity to 
force my way in.  
This girl made the most noise I'd ever heard during sex as I ripped 
at her ass and her tits ripped at the staples. It took me a long time 
to cum this time, I forced myself to take it relatively easy as not 
to rip the staples from the bench, but finally a gasped and shot my 
load deep into her anal cavity. Pleased with myself I withdrew my 
cock started to deflate but never did get very far. I laughed. This 
was the most fun I'd ever had in my life. 
Of course Stacey wasn't having nearly as much fun she slumped on the 
bench crying her eyes out. I grabbed her hair and pulled up her head 
as I pushed her ass down with my other hand returning her to the half 
squatting position in front of the bench. I went to my toolbox and 
took the hammer. This was going to be great. The girl never saw me 
carrying the hammer back neither did she look as I took a box of 
nails from my bag. They were of several different sizes so I selected 
a three-inch nail quite thin. It was time to get her tits secured to 
the bench properly so I could really fuck her.
As I placed the nail in the centre of her left tit the girl screamed 
and tried to move pulling on the staples. She didn't have the kind of 
threshold to hurt herself that much, so she just stayed screaming 
something at me I ignored the words the screams were all I wanted to 
hear. I pushed the nail as far as her tit would allow and I could get 
a decent hit. The first whack on the head drove it into her tit. The 
second through it, and the third into the bench. I put the nail as 
far as it would go in mashing her breast several times with the 
hammer. I turned and picked up a second nail this one was larger and 
fatter than the other was, and Stacey decided she'd rather rip her 
tits from the table but. "Fuck off let us GO!" she screamed and 
pulled back but it was too late the nail held her firmly in place, 
"STOP YOUR KILLING ME!"
I nodded, "That's right," and laughed.
I placed the second nail in the centre of her right breast and nailed 
that into the table. A pool of blood was beginning to form around her 
breasts and it was really turning me on. But there were two more 
nails to go in before I was satisfied. They were both four inches in 
length and a eighth of an inch wide. I placed it in the nipple. The 
girl's nipple wasn't much bigger than the nail so I moved up a little 
to get a little more flesh at the top end of the nipple. Not that it 
would hurt much less. "Oh please no you can't I'll do anything 
please!" the girl begged, her voice was a little hoarse from all the 
screaming.
"Oh shut the fuck up." I said and whacked the nail. 
The scream was deafening, but short the girl passed out and I had to 
catch her to stop her ripping her tits off. That was for later. While 
she was unconscious I hammered the nail in a little more just so the 
flat head rested on the nipple. It took a while for her to wake up 
again even with the help of slaps and pinching her other nipple. She 
returned screaming where she'd left off. Much better, I hit the nail 
one last time hitting her nipple with the hammer at the same time.
I couldn't imagine how much pain the girl was in at that moment. But 
my fucking cock was really responding it was hard again and seriously 
wanting a fuck. But there was another nail. She didn't pass out again 
as the second was nailed into place although her screams were just as 
desperate. Surely the girl must be getting a sore throat by now. I 
was tiring of this. So I gagged her again picking the knickers she's 
had stuffed in her mouth all night from the floor. They were covered 
in dirt but that didn't matter. I shoved them down her throat and 
wrapped tape around her head a few times. I wasn't planning on ever 
taking it off so it didn't matter.
With that done, I wanted a good fuck. So with the use of the coat 
hanger whip I got her back with her ass in the air. It took several 
lashes for her to even register that I was talking to her and several 
more to get her to do, as I wanted. So she stood with her ass as high 
as she could get with cuts across her back where I'd hit her. Just 
for fun I laid ten across her ass, really hard. I had to bend the 
coat hanger back into shape after each hit. The girl screamed into 
her gag and her ass dodged about and I had to wait for her to calm 
down before I hit her again. Once finished her ass was a picture 
still purple from the day before she now has several cuts where the 
coat hanger had broken the skin. 
I entered her cunt this time and gave her a hard fucking. I was 
beyond caring how much I tore her tits. I fucked her as hard as I 
could. Oh bliss and I kept it up for what seemed like forever. When I 
finally came I shoved in hard tearing her tits even more and pumped 
my seed deep inside her womb. Sighing I pulled out, and took several 
minutes to catch my breath. 
I was board with the teen now. I wanted Vicky. I turned to the eight-
year-old child tied naked on the floor. Her cunt had a nice purplish 
colour to it and looked really bruised and sore. She had watched me 
torture her older sister and was crying. "Do you want that to happen 
to you?"
The child shook her head.
"Then do exactly as I say," I said.
I took the handcuffs off the girl and told her to stand up. Her 
muscles were a little tight from being tied in an awkward position 
for so long but she did as she was told quickly. I led her over to a 
pillar and told her to but her arms around it. I cuffed her hugging 
the pole and then pulled the cuffs up so she was standing on tiptoe 
and used a nail to keep it in place. 
I couldn't believe it I had an eight-year-old child hung up in front 
of me her smooth back and ass just begged to be whipped, and well 
that was why she was there. I got the coat hanger from the bench and 
started to stroke her ass with it. Just the touch on the smooth white 
skin of the child was enough to excite me beyond anything I've ever 
known. I drew back the whip and hit the child as hard as I could 
across her ass. Even muffled as it was the scream cut through the air 
like a knife.
Oh this was heaven, no this was better than heaven, any pleasures 
gleaned from heaven paled at this dark forbidden pleasure reaped from 
this child's pain.  I laid the second blow across her lower back 
cutting deep through the skin. I was in a trance now the child's 
screams soaked into me as I whipped her back ass and legs. I don't 
know how long I whipped her for. I faintly remember her screams 
stopping shortly before I stopped swinging the whip. When I finally 
came to my senses I saw the child slumped against the post held up by 
her arms. The backside of her body was striped with cuts and welts. 
It was perfect. A work of art. I wanted to keep that picture always, 
I almost wished I had a camera. I removed her gag so that the child 
could breath a little more easily, and made a mental note to remember 
to get smelling salts or something to that effect next time. Oh well 
early days. I turned back to the teen still sobbing bent over the 
bench. I whipped her a couple of times across the ass to get her 
attention. The girl gave an annoyed scream and started to sob. So I 
started to lay blow after blow across legs getting her to scream as 
loud as I could.
I heard Vicky moan so I left the teen to suffer while I took care of 
the little child whore.  
The child was just coming round so I took the opportunity remove her 
from the post and cuff her hands behind her back I carried her over 
and sat her onto the bench only a few feet away from where Stacey was 
balling her eyes out. The teen was far to wrapped in her own world of 
pain to take any notice of Vicky now and the child was far took weak 
to take any notice of Stacey.
 I rummaged through my toolbox until I came upon two small vices. 
They were tiny things used in the construction of radio control 
models. They were perhaps the size of a baby's fist but they still 
weighed a fair bit. I placed them on the bench next to the child. I 
picked up Vicky and shook her, then slapped her across the face a few 
times in an attempt to aid her recovery. I don't know weather it 
actually helped but it was fun. She jerked awake screaming minutes 
later and I was forced to stuff her gag back into her mouth.
I wrapped a couple of layers of duct tape around her head to keep the 
gag in and sat the child back on the bench. It occurred to me that it 
would be quite a struggle to keep the child still long enough to 
tighten the clamps onto her. I slapped her again, and she looked 
straight at me, with green blood shot eyes. Her tear streaked face 
wrapped in layers of duct tape and the sheer terror present in her 
eyes was exciting to no end. The sheer power over this child was 
worth this alone. "I want you to lay on the floor do you understand?"
The child nodded and slipped off the bench. She quickly sat on the 
floor and lay back on the cold rough earth.
I stood over the child one foot on either side of her tiny body; I 
squatted down so that I was sat on her stomach. In fact I put very 
little weight onto her but enough to stop her going anywhere. I took 
one of the vices and quickly loosened it until it was large enough to 
enclose the child's nipple. I placed the device over the tiny bud and 
started to close it. The child started to moan as it tightened over 
the sensitive flesh. As the vice closed the moans grew louder, her 
face started to contour with pain. Her eyes widened and her moans 
grew into muffled screams. I kept on tighter and tighter, it was 
sheer ecstasy better than any drug. I stopped when her nipple had 
been crushed to only a fraction of an inch. I didn't want to crush it 
completely just yet. I wanted her to suffer. So I started on the 
other nipple. I couldn't believe how just causing the pain felt. It 
was heaven - or I suppose hell if you look at it from a different 
point of view.
I gazed down on the tortured preteen she was screaming constantly now 
her eyes squeezed shut, almost as if she was thinking that if she 
couldn't see me I would go away. 
My cock rested like a rock on the child skin and begged me to fuck 
her and I just couldn't resist any longer. I shifted down the child's 
body running my hands down her as I went. I pulled her legs opened 
and gazed at her bald cunt. It was the perfect, even with the slight 
purple tint from the beating I had given her the day before.  The 
child squirmed as I put my head down and took a long slow lick of her 
tiny slit. There was a slight taste of piss but the overpowering 
freshness of the child's cunt overcame any repulsion I might have 
had. I started to explore this child with my tongue plunging it where 
no man had ever been before and where in a few minutes I was going 
rip into with my cock. I sought out her tiny clit and took a nibble 
of it but she was just in too much pain to take much pleasure in what 
I was doing, so after a little while I gave up. My cock was demanding 
fresh cunt and it doesn't come much fresher than a child's. I lined 
up my cock with the tiny hole I considered using a lubricant but 
considering I hadn't thought to pack any that notion was quickly 
brushed aside. 
It didn't matter anyway, as long as it didn't hurt me too much, the 
more pain I caused this child the better. I started to push into the 
hole; it was slow going the hole was so tiny that even reaching her 
hymen was a fight. As I reached it there was no reaction other than 
her bottom half started to wriggle as well as her top half. Her 
screams remained constant as I slowly tore through I took my time I 
wanted the pain to last. This bitch must SUFFER. I couldn't have 
imagined how much pain she was in already but I wanted it to be more. 
The only way I would stop increasing the pain was when the bitch 
died. When I finally broke in, there was no reason to stay slow and I 
started to force in. Her muscles were like a vice around my cock. I'm 
sure if I hadn't already cummed so much that night I would have done 
just entering this child.
But no matter what resistance the girl gave I wanted my entire cock 
inside the tiny girl. It didn't matter what I tore or damaged she was 
going to die anyway. 
I kept going until I pressed against her my cock buried fully inside 
the child. She wasn't screaming any more but her eyes were wide open 
and she drew sharp quick breaths through her nose.
Ecstasy. 
I started to pull out, now was for the fun part. I pulled until I 
almost exited the child then shoved back in as fast and hard as I 
could. I started to rape the preteen as hard as I could manage it got 
easier with every stroke as her own blood lubricated my torturous 
pounding. It was so tight and so great that despite already having 
several orgasms it didn't take very long before I felt myself boiling 
over again. So I stopped and pulled out. There was a lot of blood, 
which was great. I love red colour and I was covered with it. 
I leant over the child and unwrapped the layers of tape from her 
mouth and pulled out the gag. She didn't scream but took in several 
deep breaths. And coughed. I smiled and pressed my cock against her 
mouth. "If you don't want me to hurt you again, you need to suck it." 
I told her.
The child grabbed her chance and quickly took my cock into her mouth 
and sucked away on it. I couldn't help it and I exploded into her 
mouth. The child choked but I kept my cock in her mouth and she had 
no choice other than to swallow. I pulled out and smiled at the 
child, living in her own world of pain. I picked up the coat hanger 
whip, and without warning gave six vicious lashes across her stomach. 
The girl jerked and screamed and finally rolled away. She somehow got 
to her feet and tried to make a run for it. Only to fall flat when 
the flailing of the clamps on her nipples crippled her with pain. I 
laughed and left her there, squealing and snivelling.
I turned back to the teen. She was still crying hunched over the 
bench. "Stand up bitch," I shouted at her and struck her across her 
back.
The girl screamed but didn't move, "I said stand up," I hit her 
again. 
She screamed again but still didn't move.
I started to hit her repeatedly with less than a second interval 
between. Yelling at her to stand up. After a few stokes the girl 
actually tried to stand, trying to stop the pain by ripping her tits 
from the nails. Blood streaked her back and ass as the coat hanger 
cut into her smooth flesh. Blood came up with the whip spraying it 
across the walls and myself. Finally, although later than I thought 
it would be the girl fainted. She fell and was stopped only by her 
tits that tore as they supported her weight. I smiled, that has to 
hurt.
I took the opportunity to pull the nails, and staples from the bench 
but I left them in her tits, it looked quite good. It was time 
however for this bitch to die. I pulled her over to the pillars, and 
tied her between two posts using pair of handcuffs for each hand. I 
laid her wrist flat against the post and secured the cuffs to the 
wrist then pulled the chain around the post and hooked it to her arm. 
I had to hold her up to stop her from falling and I slapped her 
several times to wake her up. Blood trickled from her mouth and she 
looked up at me with exhausted and pained eyes. Instant hardon those 
eyes were, full of terror, pain and humiliation, the good things in 
life. 
Happy that she could stand on her own I went over to the bench and 
selected two large nine-inch nails. I picked up the hammer and walked 
back to the girl. She hand shrunk to the floor and rocked back and 
forth on her heels her eyes clenched shut. I grabbed her left arm and 
pulled it up the post. She came with it, and I lifted it until she 
was stood upright. I smiled at her and pressed the nail into her 
wrist. The girl went insane, I suddenly felt pain, explode between my 
legs and I couldn't help but sink to the ground. "FUCK!" I shouted, 
"You fucking bitch you kicked me."
The girl aimed another kick at me although this time at my face so 
near to her feet. I saw it coming met it with my arm. My arm was 
almost as thick as her leg but it still hurt a lot. Before she could 
try again I grabbed her feet and pulled them together. Taking one of 
the nails in my fist I stabbed her through the foot with it. The girl 
screamed and tried to pull away but I kept hold and stabbed her in 
the other foot. I looked around for something to use to keep her feet 
together with but I saw nothing to hand. Oh well when you can't do it 
the hard way there is always the easy way. Even if it is a little bit 
too clumsy and brutal. I picked up the hammer and using the side of 
the head I slammed it into the toes of her right foot. There was a 
gross crack and the girl's scream echoed around the room even from 
behind her gag.
Before as soon as she started to scream I slammed the hammer into her 
other foot, breaking most of the bones. She collapsed, in front of me 
and I punched her in the mouth with a loud snap that told me I'd 
broken her jaw and probably loosened a few teeth.
I grabbed her arm and pulled it up the post. The girl's screams never 
died once as I held it in place. I pressed the nail into her wrist 
and using my own hand forced it into her. There was no fight left. 
The pain must have been unbelievable but I didn't care I took the 
hammer and pounded the nail into the post. I stopped before I snapped 
her wrist as well, and turned my attention to her other wrist.
She hung there almost like an image of Christ her head hung down 
blood flowed from the many wounds in her body. "I'm going to leave 
you to suffer while I kill the little bitch," I told her, "Then I'm 
going to slit your throat."
I despite the pain that still throbbed in my balls I had a raging 
erection, but I had a cure for that. I turned to the child; she had 
managed to make it to the stairs but was crouched at the bottom of 
them in a ball of pain. I walked to her and took a grip on her hair 
and dragged her back across the room, and finally lifted her onto the 
bench.  She struggled as I pulled her legs apart, and thrust my cock 
inside her tiny cunt.
With her impaled on me I reached up to the vices on her nipples and 
started to tighten them further, I closed them right up completely 
crushing her nipples. Her muffled screams hit me. I was giddy like 
I'd downed a gallon of alcohol. I reached to my bag and pulled out a 
clear plastic bag. Too bad they had to die really but if you start 
something then you might as well finish it. I pulled the bag over the 
child's head and used some duct tape to seal it.  Now she was 
deprived of air I started to fuck her hard. I really expected the 
child to die long before I finished but, I couldn't help myself, her 
panicked face coupled with the sudden panicked movements were just 
too much and I cummed before she even lost consciousness. I pulled 
out and watched her last desperate thrashes before her eye rolled and 
she passed out. Sighing I picked up my standing knife. My balls ached 
from both cumming too much and being kicked and my cock was almost 
numb. 
I walked over to the teen. She stood stock still staring as the life 
was suffocated from her sister. I moved around behind the girl and 
gently kissed her on the neck. Then I reached forwards and placed the 
blade at her throat. To my surprise the girl didn't move. Probably in 
too much shook. I had imagined this a hundred of times drawing the 
blade across the throat of an innocent girl. As I pressed in and 
moved the blade though the skin, it felt odd. The warm blood sprayed 
out over my hand and flowed down her naked body. I turned to the 
unconscious child on the table; the bag still inflated and deflated 
so I cut her throat as well. The blood sprayed from the arteries, 
over my hand and arms. I was hard again by the time I'd finished. But 
all I had now were two dead bodies, and as much as I enjoyed killing 
them the attraction ended when they died. 
I looked down at my self was covered in blood and I wondered for a 
moment how I was going to clean myself up.

Well there you have it. My story. I wish I could tell you this tale 
had a happy ending, but it doesn't. Or it does if depending on how 
you look at it. The bloke who I'd stole the plates from, was sent 
down for abducting the girls after compelling forensic evidence 
turned up on him, his car and in his flat. (I wonder how that got 
there)  He would have gone down for murder although they never found 
the bodies.
I buried them in the cellar and had it cemented over two days later. 
I brought up most of the land around there, using the excuse I was 
planning on building a house there. Most of my partners were eager to 
sell to me, there went the last of my inheritance and left me in even 
more debt. Oh well its my final year at uni anyway. I'm getting a 
little frustrated again. I'm going a little further afield this time; 
I've got my eye two six-year-old girls. Identical twins. 
I have let the Sadist see the light of day, to taste blood. Now his 
hold is tight on me, and I crave pain I crave that look of agony and 
the warmth of freshly spilt blood. The Sadist will never let me go...

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