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Subject: {ASSM} A Psychopath and his Toys Part 9 (M/ffgg, teen, pedo, tort,  rape, sad, nc, scat)
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A Psychopath and his Toys Part 9 (M/ffgg, teen, pedo, tort, rape, sad, nc, scat)
By Alocer Loki

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, and sexual torture. 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.

Chapter 9

A Heaving sound emerged from Becky's throat as she lowered her head 
into the bucket. "If you're going to be sick make sure it's in the 
bucket," muttered Paul.

Becky lifted her head out. Piss and shit clung to her face and her 
mouth made chewing motions. She opened her mouth briefly to show she 
had in fact taken a mouthful. She then closed her mouth and 
swallowed, "It's okay master," she said, "I just feel a little 
faint."

Paul nodded, "Well you'd better not have any more had you?" he said.

"No master," said Becky.

"Alice your turn. Make sure you eat everything in the bucket and lick 
it clean, I'm off to fuck Hanna up the ass," said Paul, "and Becky, I 
expect you to tell me if Alice either speaks again, or tries to get 
out of any punishment. If I find out you are lying to me I'll kill 
you instead of her."

"Of course master," said Becky.

Alice shuffled to the bucket and stared down at the filth. The teen 
looked up at Paul with tear filled eyes. She then lowered her head 
into the bucket. Paul smiled at his toys. He collected the whip from 
the floor, where he'd thrown it earlier and left the room locking the 
door behind him.

Paul headed for where he'd left Hanna and Beth. The two pre-teen fuck 
toys were still tied across the bench. They both sobbed quietly, 
neither one made any sign that they knew Paul had entered the room. 
"Right pets," he said, "Are you both ready to do what you are told, 
or do I have to hurt you some more?"

"No!" cried Hanna, "Please don't hurt me."

"And Beth do you want to be hurt more."

Beth shook her small head.

"So," said Paul, "I take it you will do what you are told?"

"Yes," cried Hanna, "Don't hurt me!"

"Beth?"

"Please don't hit us any more," whined Beth, "I'll do what you tell 
me sir."

"Well," said Paul, "what I want is for Beth to lick baby Hanna's 
shitty ass clean so that I can fuck it. And once I've fucked Hanna's 
bum, I want you little baby slut to kneel with your mouth over my bum 
so I can poo into your mouth, and you will eat it all like the good 
slut you are."

The two children were silent for several moments, it was Beth that 
spoke first, "Please sir. I'll lick the poo from Hanna's bum, just 
don't hurt me."

"Well that's up to Hanna, if she wants to eat all of my shit, then 
I'll think about not hurting you."

"B-but," Hanna said, "You are going to hurt me, when you f-fuck my 
bum."

"Yes," said Paul, "It will really hurt, but I'll do it any way, and 
if you are bad, I'll double all the punishments you've already got. 
Which means Bethy gets all of her punishments doubled."

"P-please Hanna," cried Beth, "D-don't hurt me more."

Hanna started to sob again, "but why do I get hurt. Why do I have to 
eat your poo."

Paul moved over to he grabbed a handful of her yellow hair and yanked 
her head back, the child screamed, "Listen to me you little slut," he 
spat, "You've got the choice to have your ass fucked and to eat my 
shit. Or if you prefer I'll beat you around a little then fuck your 
ass and force my shit down your throat." Paul paused, "Then because 
you are a disobedient little cunt I'll hang you up and whip you. The 
both of you."

"Please Hanna," whined Beth.

Hanna sniffed, and nodded, "I'll do it sir. I'll let you f-fuck my 
bum, and I. I er I'll eat your, your p-poo."

Paul let go of the tiny slut's hair and smiled, "That's my toy." He 
said and gave her plump ass a squeeze.

 He turned to Beth, "You are a good toy," he said, "and as a reward 
I'm putting you to bed as soon as I've fucked Hanna's gorgeous baby 
bum. I'll do you both some dinner, when I'm finished."

Beth let out a happy cry, "Oh thank you sir," she said.

"What about me?" whined Hanna, "When can I go to bed?"

"You were a naughty toy, and didn't say yes quick enough so I'm going 
to play with you and Alice and Becky tonight," said Paul.

"Whose Becky?" asked Beth.

Paul sighed, "Becky is the Doctors step-daughter, she's staying with 
us for a few days," Paul took his keys, "Now Bethany are you ready to 
eat your sisters shit?"

"Y-yes sir. It can't taste worse than my own can it?"

Paul shrugged, "I guess not," he said.

Paul reached across the bench and unlocked Beth's handcuffs. The 
child sighed. She stood up and rubbed her sore wrists. She looked at 
her sister still hung off the edge of the bench. Her eyes flickered 
to Paul then back to her sisters plump white bum. "Now Beth," said 
Paul, "I want you to pull her cheeks apart with your hands, so you 
can see all of her filthy mess, then you can put your face into her 
bum and lick it clean."

The nine-year-old girl moved behind her sister. Beth put her hands on 
Hanna's ass cheeks and slowly pulled them apart revealing the brown 
mess left from where Hanna had shit herself. Beth knelt down and 
stuck her tiny pink tongue between her lips and leant forwards to 
take a small lick. The child retched at the taste, and put her hand 
to her mouth. But without a word, She reached back to part Hanna's 
ass again. Beth took a deep breath and pushed her head in taking a 
long lick of her baby sisters shit encased asshole. Beth swallowed 
immediately and then heaved. She held both hands over her mouth 
breathing deeply through her nose. "Do you need a drink?" asked Paul.

Beth nodded. 

Paul smiled and grabbed the nine-year-olds black hair, "Well open 
up."

Beth looked up at him in despair, "I."

As soon as the child opened her mouth Paul shoved his stiff cock 
inside, "Don't waste any," he said and released his bladder into her 
mouth.

Beth's cheeks expanded but the child started swallowing the constant 
stream of piss. Some escaped her lips and flowed down her smooth pre-
teen body. The child didn't look quite so ill once Paul had finished. 
He pulled his cock out and wiped the last few drops of piss from his 
cock with her hair. "You spilled some, but because you tried to get 
it all, I'll let you lick it up and I won't punish you until the 
morning."

Beth looked up at Paul and then down to the small puddle of piss 
between her knees. She shifted out of it and put her face into the 
yellow liquid. "Just move around a little Beth so I can get to 
Hanna's tiny bum."

Beth shifted around on her knees. Paul left the child to clean up her 
mess and positioned himself behind Hanna. Without warning he pushed 
his middle finger up the child's ass. Hanna cried loudly, "Ow!" she 
said, "Please don't fuck me."

Paul pulled his finger out, he reached around to the child's face and 
forced the finger between her lips. Hanna opened her mouth for him. 
"Do you know, that you begging me not to fuck you is really turning 
me on."

Hanna moaned around his finger. Paul took it out and took a step back 
to admire his pre-teen fuck toy. "I'm afraid baby slut that this is 
going to hurt."

Hanna let out an incomprehensible sob, and broke into a flood of 
tears. Paul moved forwards and parted her ass cheeks; he gathered 
saliva in his mouth and spat it onto her ass and used his fingers to 
work it into the tight hole. Paul took his hard cock and rested it at 
the tiny opening. He started to rub his organ over the child's 
asshole, "Now darling I suggest you relax a bit because it will hurt 
a lot more if you don't."

Hanna let out a loud whine but her asshole visibly relaxed. Paul 
smiled, "I tell you what if you are a really good girl and you don't 
scream, I'll let you have some ice-cream with your dinner."

"Really?" asked the child. 

Paul smiled, "Of course you dopey slut, why would I lie."

"You said you wouldn't hurt me before." Paul laughed, "You can have 
ice cream only if you don't scream, and if you eat all of my poo with 
out being sick."

Hanna sniffed, "Okay," she said in a determined voice. Paul started 
to apply pressure to her asshole. The tiny brown ring held fast for 
several moments. Hanna was grunting loudly. The child breathed 
through her nose while she tried desperately not to scream. Paul gave 
one last shove and his cock popped through the hole. Hanna gave a 
sharp intake of breath, and Paul readied himself for the scream. That 
didn't come. Hanna stiffened up; her ass clutched Paul's cock like a 
vice. After a few seconds she relaxed, and started to breathe again. 
Her body shook with sobs but she didn't scream. 
Paul was rather surprised. This child must really like ice cream. 
Paul continued to push in, trying to fit as much of his cock inside 
her tiny ass. 

Paul started to move in and out of the child's anus; each thrust 
became easier, as the girl's ass relaxed a little. Paul started to 
build up speed, emitting even more grunts and moans from his victim, 
but still the child refused to scream.

Paul reached up and grabbed Hanna's smooth blond hair and gave it a 
sharp tug. That made the child scream. With his other hand he reached 
down between her legs and forced three of his fingers inside her tiny 
dry cunt. The child moaned loudly and another sharp tug on her hair 
turned the moan into a scream. Paul smiled and picked up the pace a 
little more. He started to yank on her hair at random times just to 
get a scream from the child. It was the screams that were getting him 
off.

It took several minutes before Paul felt like he was coming near the 
edge. He forced himself to stop with one more sharp tug of Hanna's 
hair he pulled out of the child's anus. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!" screamed 
Hanna.

Paul laughed he didn't think she still had it in her to protest, "But 
I'm your owner I make up the rules." 

"I didn't scream until you pulled my hair. That's not fair." 

Paul smiled, "Okay, darling, I'll not count that. But you've still 
got to eat my poo without being sick, and dinner comes first. So are 
you two hungry."

"I don't like dog food," moaned Hanna.

"Tough. If you want to eat, you eat what you are given. You can 
either have dog food, or I'll go and find a dog to do his poo in a 
bowl for you to eat."

Hanna moaned, and muttered something that Paul didn't catch.

Beth spoke her face still on the floor, "Is all the wee gone sir. Or 
do you have to punish me. I tried."

Paul smiled, "I said your punishment for spilling my piss would come 
in the morning, how about you do you like dog food."

Beth shook her head; "I'm hungry sir. I'll eat what you give me."

"Good," said Paul, "follow me,"

Paul led the two children back to the holding room. Once inside he 
closed the door, and turned to the cage, and frowned, "Okay, I'm 
going to get your food, I want you two to fix your cage."

"How?" asked Beth.

"Just pick up the front it'll click when it's in place. Make sure you 
do it properly or I'll have to add another punishment."

With that Paul left the room.

			*****

Becky, stood knee deep in the hole, holding onto Alice's hand, she 
looked down at the small cut wondering how to stop the bleeding. She 
lifted the dirt-coated finger and placed it between her lips, sucking 
the copper tasting liquid. 

Alice didn't look comfortable having a girl suck the blood from her 
finger, but as Becky had tried to explain to the terrified, silent 
girl, damaging the master's property was a serious offence. Her 
mistress had once punished her for a paper cut with a broken chair 
leg, leaving her with two cracked ribs. Becky had been careful not to 
cut herself since then, and she didn't even want to know how Paul 
dealt with that offence. 

The door swung open, and Becky felt her heart sink, one question 
fluttered through her mind, would he punish her for trying to hide 
the cut or just punish Alice for doing it. "So what's happened here?" 
he asked.

Becky hesitated, but finally said, "She cut her finger master. I was 
trying to limit the damage to your property."

Paul nodded, "She was a stupid whore to damage herself. Alice I want 
you to come over here."

Alice climbed from her grave and walked slowly to Paul. He took the 
girl by the hand and turned his back on her. He pulled her arm under 
his arm and held it tight. Becky was baffled as to what he was going 
to do, "Becky," he then said, "I need you to take her other arm and 
hold her, and stop her feet however you want. If she kicks me, its 
your cunt I'll flog."

"Yes master." 

Becky moved to Alice and took her arm. Becky held it with one of her 
own, and then curled her legs around Alice's, and held on tight. She 
heard the sound of the cigarette lighter, then Alice scream, "NO!" 
she cried out, "Don't." then the teen broke off into a continuous 
scream. 

Alice struggled against Becky her feet and arms pulled. Becky held on 
for dear life even when the smell of burning flesh reached her 
nostrils. Becky lost all track of time, but guessed that Alice was 
held for minutes with her finger under the flame before she lost 
consciousness. Paul flipped the lid down on the petrol lighter and 
let Alice's hand go. Becky looked down at the blackened fingertip. 
"Oh my god," she breathed.

"What?" asked Paul.

Becky laid Alice on the floor. She knelt down by the girl and took 
her hand, to look at the charred fingertip, "Oh shit," she said, 
"You've ruined her finger."

Paul snorted, "It's her fucking fault. Besides its not ruined, just a 
little overdone." He laughed, and shook his head, "Get her awake and 
upstairs outside the holding room in five minutes."

"Yes master."

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass vial of smelling 
salts and the bottle of stimulant drugs, Anne had given him. He 
handed them to Becky, "Feed her a couple of those, I want her awake 
for tonight."

"Yes sir."

"It might be a good idea to run that finger under the tap outside the 
holding room for a few minutes." 

Becky nodded. She felt like she was going to vomit. She took several 
deep breaths, and wiped her hand across her forehead. She watched 
Paul walk from the room, and she turned her attention to Alice. Even 
unconscious, the beautiful teen looked like she was in agony.

			*****

Paul chuckled to himself as he walked down the corridor. He'd have to 
punish Becky of course for letting the slut damage herself, but he 
could leave that until the morning. Paul walked up the stairs and 
from the cellar locking the door behind him. Hanna and Beth had been 
happy to eat their dinner, and Paul was quite happy to let them have 
the ice cream he'd promised Hanna.

He walked into the kitchen and pulled open the freezer door, he 
grabbed the tub of ice cream and pulled off the lid to check if there 
was enough left. Only a few scoops had been taken from it, though 
Paul couldn't remember when he'd last had any. There was still plenty 
of the three flavours left to satisfy what Paul wanted. He was sure 
Hanna would be able to eat his shit, though he didn't think she'd be 
up to eating her ice cream. It didn't matter, besides Paul was 
curious as to how much the little slut could eat before throwing it 
back up. 

Paul slowly made his way back into the cellar, and towards the 
holding room. When he got there Alice was stood next to the tap being 
held up by Becky. The teen sobbed as she held her hand under the cold 
water. "Your just in time," said Paul, "Becky you'd better get 
something to dress her finger from the kitchen." Paul unlocked the 
door to the holding room then passed his keys to Becky. "Alice I want 
you to see this. I'm going to teach Hanna how to eat shit."

As Becky moved past him Paul slapped her on her sun burnt ass getting 
a loud gasp from the teen laughed to himself and looked at Alice. The 
girl looked lost as she watched Becky disappear down the corridor. 

"Come on slut," he said and pushed open the door to the holding room.

The two sluts sat with their backs against the cage and their bowls 
between their legs, both girls had cleaned stainless steel of all the 
dog food. "Now Beth do you want some ice cream?" he asked.

Beth looked up, then around her and nodded, "Yes please sir," she 
said in a near whisper. She flinched almost as if she expected to be 
hit. 

Paul crouched by her and pulled the lid from the tub, "What flavour 
child whore?" he asked.

Beth glanced around again then said, "Chocolate please sir."

"Ah a girl after my own heart," said Paul. He pulled her bowl over 
and scooped a large amount of ice cream into it. He stuck the spoon 
into it and pushed it back to Beth.

She looked down at the bowl, and picked up the spoon. She placed it 
between her mouth and swallowed the ice cream. Beth smiled, "Thank 
you sir." She said and took a larger spoonful.

"When can I have some?" asked Hanna.

"Once you've eaten my shit, and licked my bum clean, and then only if 
you don't be sick. Okay."

Hanna sniffed and nodded.

Alice grunted.

Paul turned and smiled at the teen, "You're not getting any, I told 
you until you have convinced me that you are good enough to let live, 
I'm not going to waste any food on you, and you can only eat shit."

Alice grunted again.

"Oh be quiet you fucking slut," muttered Paul.

Alice lowered her head.

Paul turned back to Hanna, "Now darling are you ready?"

Hanna nodded, "I think so," she murmured.

"Good, now I want you to kneel down put your head back a little and 
open your mouth as wide as you can get it."

Hanna nodded and slowly shifted into position.

"Now darling stay like that."

Paul quickly stripped off his clothes. He turned his back on the tiny 
schoolgirl and slowly backed up onto her face. Paul reached back to 
part his ass cheeks, "Press your face into it baby slut. I want to 
feel your tongue on my asshole."

Paul felt Hanna push her head into his bumcrack and her tiny soft 
tongue run over his asshole, "That's right honey," said Paul, "Beth."

The child put the spoon back into the bowl, "Yes sir?" Beth said.

"Come here and suck my cock, you can finish your ice cream once I'm 
done."

"Yes sir," the child crawled forwards across the floor and knelt in 
front of Paul. Beth took hold of his cock with one hand and opened 
her mouth wide. She leant forwards taking the head into her mouth and 
started to suck on it. 

Paul groaned her mouth felt good, he took hold of her head and pushed 
his cock further in. Then with a grunt started to push the shit out 
of his ass and into the six-year-old child's mouth. 

Hanna whined as the shit filled her mouth, but Paul didn't stop until 
he had finished depositing three large turds into the child's mouth. 
Paul grabbed Beth's hair and pulled her from his cock, "Go and finish 
your ice cream," he told the child, and let her go.

"Thank you sir," Beth gasped, and scurried back to her bowl.

Paul turned to Hanna. The child knelt frozen her mouth was full of 
shit a second lump of shit curled around her cheek, while the third 
sat in her lap. "Hurry up and eat it pet."

Hanna sniffed tears dripped from her eyes. The child closed her mouth 
and swallowed. She choked and clasped her hands to her mouth. Paul 
laughed at the child as she started to chew on his filth. Hanna 
swallowed again. She heaved into her hands and looked up at Paul with 
teary eyes, the lump of shit slipped from her cheek and hit the 
floor, "Can I have a glass of water please?" she asked.

Paul smiled at her and shook his head, "Come on pet. The rest of it."

Hanna put her head down and started to sob, but her hands went to her 
lap where she scooped up the shit and stuffed it into her mouth. She 
retched and gagged, as she chewed the shit, and swallowed. 

The door to the holding room opened, Paul glanced up at Becky, 
carrying a first aid kit. He'd completely forgotten he had that. "Go 
fix her up," said Paul, and he turned back to Hanna.

The child had picked up the third lump of shit and was chewing on it. 
"Remember to lick your hands clean," said Paul, "And the floor, Alice 
can clean your lap I think."

Hanna looked very ill, but once she had finished eating the lumps of 
shit she immediately started to lick her hands clean. Once her small 
hands were again spotless, the child leaned down to where the shit 
had stuck to the floor and extended her tongue to it. 

Alice gasped loudly and Paul turned his attention to her. Her face 
was screwed up in pain. Becky was wiping her finger with 
disinfectant. She then took a bandage and started to wrap Alice's 
finger in it. 

A tickling against Paul's ass made him jump. He reached behind him 
and felt Hanna's head, Paul smiled and pushed it against his ass. 
"You stupid child use your hands to part the cheeks," he told her.

Paul felt her hands push his ass cheeks apart and her tongue enter to 
try and clean him. This slut really must love ice cream. Paul let the 
child clean his ass for five minutes before he reached behind himself 
and grabbed her hair. He pulled Hanna around in front of him getting 
a small scream from her. "Go stand in front of Alice and she will 
clean all of my poo from you."

Hanna nodded, she stood up and quickly walked to sand in front of 
Alice. The poor child looked as if she would vomit at any second. She 
kept one hand on her stomach while the other went to her mouth from 
time to time when the little girl heaved. Alice looked at her 
bandaged finger and then up at Hanna. She shifted forwards and 
started to lick the shit from the child's face. "Don't forget all of 
it between her legs. But don't whatever you do let the little slut 
enjoy it," said Paul, "One sigh of pleasure and I'll fuck her up 
royally."

Alice looked up at Paul, and nodded, she leant over in front of her 
baby sister and started to lick the shit from her legs. The teen 
slowly moved up to her sisters baby cunt and started to lick at the 
shit stuck there. As soon as Alice inserted her tongue, Hanna put her 
head back and gasped. Alice's gaze flickered to Paul, "Did I tell you 
to stop licking," he said.

Alice closed her eyes and continued to lick. With every movement of 
her tongue, little Hanna moaned with pleasure. Alice started to cry, 
but continued to tongue her sister's cunt. Paul started to massage 
his cock slowly, it was always fun to watch sisters make out. 
Especially if they were forced to do it. After a few minutes, Hanna 
put her head back and cried out in joy.

Paul laughed and shook his head, "Stop Alice," he said, "You fucking 
stupid bitch, and you wonder why I want to kill you. You not only 
blatantly disobeyed my orders not to make her enjoy it, you fucking 
well made her cum."

"But I." started Alice.

Paul kicked his disobedient whore in the stomach, and the teen fell 
forwards crying. 

"Please don't kill Alice sir," said a tearful Hanna, "It was my 
fault."

Paul stroked Hanna's hair, "I know that's why I'm going to hurt you. 
But first you've earned your ice cream."

"Couldn't I have it later sir. I feel sick."

"Nope you will eat it now."

Hanna's face screwed up and she started to sob loudly. Paul put his 
arm around the child's shoulders and pulled her to him, he gave her a 
firm hug. Her small head rested on his chest, Paul felt his cock 
press against her legs, "I'm going to really hurt you after I've made 
you eat all this ice cream," he laughed.

Hanna started to struggle but Paul held her firm, "Please let me go," 
Hanna cried, "I wanna go home. I hate you!"

"That's not a very nice thing to say," said Paul as he ran his hands 
over the child's soft scared body. 

"Come on now get a spoon and eat your ice cream." Paul handed the 
child the tub, "I want it all gone."

"But."

"No buts eat it all, and don't be sick because if you are, I will be 
really really mad with you, and I'll have to hurt you lots tonight."

Paul then turned to Alice, "Your job Alice, is to make sure if she is 
sick your toilet is there to catch it. So if she looks like she is 
going to vomit you will go and give her a big kiss and put your 
tongue down her throat to make sure she is sick, and then you will 
have the job to clean it all up. Unless that is you want your little 
sister to be punished even more."

Paul turned back to little Hanna, the child put a small spoonful into 
her mouth and swallowed it. She took another, then looked at Paul, 
"Oh please sir. I really feel sick," she moaned.

Paul sighed and crouched by Hanna, he took the spoon from her hands 
and scooped up a large lump of ice cream. Hanna obediently opened her 
mouth for him. Paul pushed the spoon into the back of her throat and 
deposited the ice cream. Hanna swallowed. Her face was very pale, and 
she started to heave. Alice pressed her lips against her little 
sisters and Paul saw her tongue enter the child's mouth. 

Hanna heaved again. The third time, the shit, dog food and ice cream 
the child had been forced to eat came up into her sister's mouth. 
Alice's cheeks expanded, and she had no time to swallow, the vomit 
sprayed from the two girls mouths covering them both. Alice heaved 
herself twice but managed to keep her food down. She then quickly set 
about cleaning up the mess. 

Paul left her to it and turned to Beth, "Right honey, its time for 
your bed. So crawl into your cage."

Paul watched the child curl up in the corner of the cage. He locked 
the cage door to keep her inside and then turned to watch Alice lick 
up her sister's vomit. "Hanna help your sister clean up your mess," 
he said, "I want it gone and both of you spotless in five minutes."

Quickly the siblings cleaned up the mess, licking it from each 
other's body and the floor. Once Paul was satisfied they were 
finished he glanced down at his watch, "You were more than five 
minutes," he said, "Oh well all three of you follow me, Becky, you go 
get the cat, its in the room I nailed your tits to the table, last 
time, meet me in the bathroom once you are finished. And go to the 
store cupboard, I've got two dildo's they look like big brushes, one 
made from plastic and the other is a wire brush, bring them as well."

"Yes master," said Becky and left the room.

Paul left the holding room and led Alice and Hanna to the bathroom 
opposite the shower room. Once the two girls were inside he closed 
the door and smiled at them, "Hanna, I want you to lick Alice's 
cunt."

Hanna looked at Alice and got to her knees. She pushed her head 
forwards into her sister's pussy, her small tongue started to lap at 
Alice's cunt. The teen groaned. "Alice I want you to push her face as 
hard as you can into your cunt."

Alice placed both of her hands on the back of her little sister's 
head and began to grind the child's face into her cunt. Hanna gave a 
muffled moan but continued to eat her big sisters pussy.

The door opened and Becky came in carrying the cat-o-nine tails and 
two dildos/brushes. Paul took the two brushes from Becky but left her 
with the cat, "Now slut I want you to whip the fucking kid until 
Alice cums."

"What!" exclaimed Becky. 

Paul struck the teen across the face with the back of his hand. Becky 
fell to the floor with a scream, her hand came up to clutch her 
cheek. "I suggest you hurry the fuck up," muttered Paul.

Sobbing, Becky scrabbled to her feet. She quickly moved behind Hanna. 
She looked down on the child's already cut and scared back. Becky 
gritted her teeth and struck the child. Alice's pussy muffled the 
scream. Becky hit the child again, and again. It took five blows 
before Alice cried out grinding Hanna's face harder into her pussy. 
Becky stopped hitting the child; Alice let go of her head. Hanna fell 
onto the floor and curled up in the foetal position in floods of 
tears. Paul took the two steps to Alice and grabbed her hair. He 
pulled the teens head back producing a cry, "You faked it," he 
snarled.

Alice tried to shake her head. 

Paul hit her in the stomach with his fist. Alice screamed, her feet 
gave way and Paul let her drop to the floor. He retrieved the two 
dildo-brushes and crouched by the teen. "The difference between these 
to is simple," he said, "the plastic one will damage your insides 
when I shove it through your cervix. The wire one will completely 
fuck them up. Which one do you want?"

Alice held up a shaky hand and put it on the plastic brush. 

Paul smiled, "Of course that is your choice. Because you faked orgasm 
now, I'm going to make you keep this inside your filthy whore womb 
for the night. One more act of disobedience, and I'll change it with 
the wire one, is that clear to you?" he said.

Alice nodded.

"Right Becky get here and hold the slut down. Alice I suggest you 
spread your legs, try and close them and I'll put this in Hanna 
instead. Do you want that?" 

Alice shook her head and spread her legs.

Paul started to push the brush into her cunt. He twisted it and 
pushed hard. Alice cried out in pain and her body shook, her thighs 
closed to try and stop the agonising entrance. Paul gave the brush a 
vicious twist. "I said hold fucking still, this is your last chance, 
once more and I'll shove this inside that little fucking whore and 
use the wire one on you."

When Alice opened her legs again Becky sat on Alice's stomach a used 
her hands to brace the teens legs open. If Alice wanted to close her 
legs Becky's hands would do little to stop them. Paul continued to 
push the brush into her cunt. Twisting it every few moments. Alice 
screamed and cried but her legs remained open. Paul continued to push 
until the whole nine inches were completely buried inside the filthy 
slut. "Well done," he told her and stood up.

Paul walked to the centre of the room and lay down on the floor. His 
cock stood erect pointing towards the ceiling. "No I want to impale 
Hanna completely on my cock," said Paul, "You two get the privilege 
of forcing her down on me."

Hanna scrambled to her knees and started towards the door, only to be 
stopped by Alice. The tiny pre-teen looked up at her big sister, 
"Please Alice don't hurt me," she sobbed.

Becky walked up behind Hanna took her by the shoulders and lifted her 
to her feet, "I'm sorry tots, but we've got to."

"Why do you have to?" moaned Hanna.

"Because if they don't I'll kill Alice, do you know what that means 
you little preteen whore?" said Paul.

Hanna looked at him her face was screwed up and she was crying, "Its 
what you did to mummy. Please don't do that to Alice sir."

"Well slut that means they have to hurt you."

"NO!" cried Hanna and she tried to pull away from Becky.

The two teens turned Hanna around and pulled her across the room 
Becky lifted the child up while Alice pulled her legs apart, "Please 
master, would you guide your cock into Hanna?" asked Becky.

Paul sighed, "You will both get a whipping for this, okay, lower the 
little slut."

Alice and Becky started to lower the crying and struggling pre-teen 
over Paul's cock. Paul used his hands to guide himself into the 
child's tiny hole but let the two teen sluts do the rest of the work. 
Hanna started to scream as his cock once again stretched her raped 
and battered cunt. The child was pushed screaming and crying down 
onto his cock until it rested at the opening of her cervix, "All the 
way!" gasped Paul, "Push her all the fucking way."

Alice sniffed back her tears and leaned down on Hanna, Becky grunted 
and pushed her weight down on the screaming child. Paul felt the 
tight ring of her cervix give way and his cock slowly entered the 
child's underdeveloped womb. It felt so good, Paul closed his eyes 
and sighed, just letting the pained cries, and the twitching of her 
cunt to run though him. "Alice," he moaned, "I want you to get the 
cat and whip the shit out of the bitch, her stomach her baby tits and 
her fucking face, as hard as you can."

Alice let out a cry and Paul opened his eyes and watched the teen go 
to get the whip. He looked up at the child and smiled at her, "Becky, 
I want you to use this toy to fuck me," he said, "If I don't think 
you are doing good enough I'll nail your tits to the bench for the 
night."

Becky gripped Hanna under her arms, leaving the front of the child's 
body free for the whipping and pulled her most of the way from his 
cock, and forced her hard back down. "Oh shit that right!" gasped 
Paul, "Hanna darling close your eyes or Alice might take one out when 
she's whipping you."

He needn't have said it because the child's eyes were screwed tightly 
shut against the pain. The cat hit Hanna's belly with a blow that 
Paul would have been pleased with, a second hit the same place as 
Becky pulled the child up. As Hanna plunged back down the third blow 
hit her across the face. The child's screams were musical, they sent 
a shiver down his spine, and through his cock. Paul leant back and 
watched the blows rain down onto the child as Becky forced her up and 
down on his cock. Paul could feel himself drawing near to the edge; 
he put his head onto the floor and closed his eyes ready to spray his 
load into her baby womb. Then it stopped, Paul groaned as he felt his 
cock calm down an instant from the point of no return. 

Paul was pissed, his eyes snapped open and he looked up at Hanna, the 
child slumped forwards her head hung against her chest, she had 
several deep cuts in her face, and a really severe cut across her 
chest. "Did I tell either of you to stop?" he shouted.

"But." Becky started.

"If I cared for your fucking opinion you wouldn't be here. Both of 
you fucking do what I told you or I'll kill the both of you now."

Becky started to heave the child up and down on his cock, Alice 
stared at him with those big blue eyes before gripping the whip again 
and with a scream of her own slashed it across her unconscious 
sisters face.

Paul watched as the two teens torture the limp child's body, it took 
only a few minutes before he felt the cum rise in his cock again and 
he finally released his load into the child whores cunt. "Okay that's 
enough."

Alice dropped the whip and crumpled to the floor in tears. Becky 
quickly pulled the child from his body and laid her on her back, and 
crouched down to inspect her wounds, "At least she's still alive," 
muttered the teen, "These cuts really need looking at master."

Paul sighed, when he fucked up a toy like this he usually killed them 
there and then, but he didn't want to kill Hanna yet. "Okay take her 
upstairs into the living room, get some towels from the bathroom, do 
not get any of her blood on my carpet, and call your mother."

"Yes sir," said Becky, and she picked up the child in her arms and 
carried her from the room.

Alice looked up at Paul the tears were dripping from her chin, "Looks 
like it's just me and you now," he said.

Alice nodded.

"I'm getting tired, I think I'll start your torture properly in the 
morning but I have something left in me, so I think I can manage a 
little bit of torture."

 Alice swallowed and glanced around her.

"Come on slut, I think I'll show you your bedroom for the next couple 
of days," said Paul.

Paul led Alice from the room and down the hall until he reached a 
door at the west end of the cellars. He pushed it open and walked in. 
Alice walked in after and gazed about the room. Two racks sat side by 
side in the centre of the room; a leather harness hung in the centre 
of the left-hand rack. The other rack looked exactly the same as the 
first but rather than a harness, several small wooden boards extend 
around it. They all looked to be on runners that allowed them to be 
set at different heights. 

Three wooden crates sat in a stack to one side of the frames. Against 
the far wall were racks holding whips, knives, skewers, dildos, 
canes, harnesses, chains, and several other such devices. They were 
there for easy access, so that Paul didn't have to keep going back to 
the store cupboard when something new came to mind. Just in front of 
the rack was a wooden chair, that looked more like a wooden box with 
a back and arms, through the seat, back, and sides of the chair were 
stuck long rusted nails.

The left wall looked as if it were made of wood, a number of red 
stains covered the wall, and holes small and large littered the 
surface.

Against the right wall was a single tube of rusted iron, about six 
foot tall, and a two and a half foot across, A long pipe ached out of 
the top and came down with a wheel valve next to the tube before 
going into the floor.

Paul turned to Alice and smiled, "Right go and strap yourself to that 
harness. It's pretty simple, your arms go in the sides and the straps 
will go around your back and lock under your tits. Your hands will 
then be locked behind your back. I'll do that, and your feet go onto 
the leather straps at the sides."

Alice looked at the frame, and wondered over to it, the harness was 
too high up for her to put on and the 'straps at the side' Paul had 
gone on about were more than a foot from the ground. Alice turned 
back to Paul.

"You stupid slut," muttered Paul, "The wooden crates are for you to 
stand on."

Alice paused for a moment then rolled her eyes and nodded, she 
quickly pushed the wooden crates into position and standing on them 
with her legs spread quite wide. It was lucky this girl was as agile 
as she was, or putting the straps on would be a painful experience, 
but Alice had no problems in strapping in each foot or pulling the 
harness around her. She stood and put her arms behind her back.

Paul walked behind her and took the final strap of the harness, it 
was a deceptive device, it looked as if the majority of the weight 
would be taken by the girl's chest, if not her legs. However the leg 
straps would slide up and down iron runners quite easily once 
unlocked, and the chest harness was only there so the girl didn't 
dislocate her shoulders. The majority of her weight would be born on 
her arms strapped behind her back. Paul cuffed Alice's hands together 
and then tightened the strap so her arms were raised behind her back, 
until she started to moan from the pain. Locking all the straps in 
place, Paul pulled the pins on the leg straps. He smiled at the 
whore, "Brace yourself," he said and quickly kicked the boxes from 
beneath her feet. 

Alice cried out as her arms took her weight rising them at an almost 
impossible angle behind her back. The straps could of course be 
altered to put most of the weight on her chest. Or all of it on her 
arms, which would dislocate her shoulders. Paul didn't want to do 
that yet.

Alice moaned, as she settled into the harness, her face was screwed 
with the pain. "Right slutty Alice, I would usually use a brazier to 
heat the skewers up, but I can't be bothered, so instead, I'll just 
shove them through those gorgeous little tits of yours, I am really 
nice so I'll use a blow torch after they are in to sterilise the 
wound okay?"

"You can't be."

Paul punched the disobedient whore in the stomach. Alice let out a 
choking sound and heaved in more air and coughed as she sucked her 
own spit down her windpipe. "I mean it now whore do not fucking 
speak!" he shouted at her.

Alice screamed at him, when she calmed down she choked off sobbing 
and started to nod.

He walked to the rack set up on the wall and selected six long meat 
skewers, the points were slightly dull from use but he was sure he 
could force them through her tits, with enough brute force. He also 
selected a pair of pliers, her tits were small enough that he would 
need them to get enough of a grip.

Paul went back to the suspended slut. He put all but one of the 
skewers on one of the crates. Using the pliers he gripped the nipple 
of the teens left breast. Alice gasped and moaned as he pulled it 
out, he squeezed harder getting a louder moan from his toy. Paul 
pushed the point of the skewer against her aureole. Paul had to push 
hard before the flesh broke around the skewer. When it did Alice 
threw her head back and screamed.

Paul slowly eased the skewer through her flesh watching the blood 
drip from the wound. It was harder to force the point through the 
other side of her breast than it had been to get it in, Paul gazed 
down as the skin pointed outwards and finally broke. Alice could 
barely manage a grunt. 

Paul reached down to where the blood was dripping from her tit and 
dipped the tip of his finger in the deep red liquid. He lifted the 
drop of blood on his finger and looked at it watching the lights 
reflected on the gloss surface. Paul shrugged and sucked it from his 
finger letting the rich taste fill his mouth. He crouched down and 
picked up a second skewer and took Alice's other nipple in the jaws 
of the pliers. 

Three skewers were pushed through each of the teenagers small breasts 
leaving the girl hanging forwards drawing in sharp erratic breaths. 
Paul smiled at her, "I promised I'd heat them up didn't I?"

Alice just moaned.

Paul went back to the rack and picked up the blowtorch. Turning the 
valve it started seep out gas. Paul took his lighter and lit it. The 
torch began to whistle as a dark orange flame spiked from the long 
iron nozzle. Paul adjusted the valve until the flame turned into a 
barely visible blue spike. The tip of the nozzle was already glowing 
red.

As he walked around in front of Alice she screamed and tried to 
struggle in the harness. Paul grinned at her, "I seriously suggest 
you keep as still as possible."

Alice made a sobbed moan and stopped struggling.

Paul approached the girl and using the pliers pulled the iron head of 
the first skewer, and applied the torch to it. The heat quickly 
dissipated down the skewer and Alice started to scream and struggle 
but the harness kept her relatively still.

Paul waited until the head of the skewer started to glow before he 
moved onto the second. The smell of searing flesh was quite strong, 
and that smell was making Paul itch. He wanted to fuck someone. Paul 
ignored the feeling, torture was as good as sex anyway and once he 
had put his toys away for the night there was always Becky.

Paul turned the valve and the torch turned off with a pop. The teen 
was breathing heavily and her eyes were glazed, but she hadn't said a 
word during the whole thing. Paul was impressed he smiled at her then 
pressed the nozzle against her stomach. Alice tried to throw herself 
back away from the pain and screamed but Paul kept the rapidly 
cooling nozzle against her skin he loved the look in a toy's eyes 
when they were burned. Slowly the teen started to calm down. Paul 
took the torch away and put it on the floor. He looked up and ran his 
finger across the nasty red mark he had created. He was quite amazed 
that she hadn't passed out yet. Those stimulants really did do their 
job. Paul waved his hand in front of the girl's face, her eyes were 
rather slow but did respond. Paul pressed his fingers against her 
neck and whistled. Her pulse was racing. He grinned at her, "I'll be 
back in a sec, I realised I forgot that wire brush in the other 
room."

Alice blinked.

Paul hurried out of the room and returned a minute later with the 
wire brush dildo. The girl didn't seem to register him when he 
entered. He walked to her and grabbed the brush that was sticking out 
between her legs and pulled it out quickly. Alice registered with a 
series of pained grunts. "I think you don't deserve to have this 
inside you tonight," he said and held up the wire brush.

Alice's eyes suddenly registered, "NO!" she screamed, "Please god no! 
Don't"

Paul sighed, "And you were doing so well," he said.

Alice closed her eyes tight, and Paul not wanting to disappoint 
punched the girl in the side. There was a sickening crack that told 
Paul he'd broken a rib or two, Alice's scream confirmed it.

"You know," said Paul, "I can't keep breaking your ribs or you will 
be absolutely useless. The next time I'll start pulling teeth."

Alice shook her head, her face was screwed up in agony. Broken ribs 
had that effect on people. Paul too the wire brush and pushed it 
against the teens cunt. "Remember slut, no talking," he said and 
started to push it in.

It wasn't far into her cunt when blood seeped from her as the stiff 
sharp wire cut and scraped at her soft insides. There was a lot of 
blood as the brush went in not so much as to be concerned about but a 
lot none the less. As Paul shoved the last few inches into her womb 
the girl could no longer scream. Her face was a mask of agony, but 
all she could manage were pained grunts.

Paul smiled at her, he ran his hand over the girl's face and then 
over her tits smearing the teenager with her own blood. He smiled and 
then started to pull all of the pins from the runners letting the 
girl to the floor so he could realise her from her bonds. 

Once Alice was free Paul led her across the room, he had to support 
most of her weight, the girl was just not up to it herself yet. Paul 
led her to the rusted iron tube.  He slapped her to get her 
attention, Alice moaned and looked at him, "Can you stand?" he asked.

Alice gave a slow nod, and Paul let the girl go. She wavered a little 
but stayed on her feet. The teen lent over one hand on her broken 
ribs and the other on her blood soaked cunt. "Look on the bright side 
love," said Paul, "At least you won't have to take birth control 
pills anymore," he grinned at her.

Paul took his keys slipped one into the front of the iron tube and 
pulled open the small door, "Okay love in you go I'll check to see if 
you are alive in the morning."

Alice looked at Paul and stumbled into the tiny tube. She was 
probably just relived to know the torture was over. "Notice the floor 
has hole in it. That is drainage, this pipe here." Paul tapped the 
wheel valve, "Is connected to a pump which in turn is connected 
directly with the upstairs toilets. Anything that goes down the 
toilet while this valve is open gets dumped onto your head." Paul 
gave her a smile, "Oh cheer up love," and he closed the door.

Paul made his way back to the holding room to get dressed then out of 
the cellar. He walked into the kitchen where Hanna was sat at the 
table with a bowl of porridge; six small stitches crossed her chest, 
and a large plaster was stuck onto her cheek. Anne sat next to her, 
packing her things away in the bag, she sighed as Paul entered the 
room, "I know you wouldn't want her to eat anything but she needs 
something inside her."

Paul shook his head, "No that's okay, Anne, did Becky tell you she's 
staying here a for a few days."

Anne frowned, "She's just started a new school Paul, I don't want her 
missing too much."

Paul shrugged, "I'll drop her off in the morning and pick her up 
after I finish work."

Anne shrugged and smiled, "Thank you, if you don't want to fuck me or 
beat the shit out of me or anything I'll be off now okay?"

Paul nodded, "Sure, do us a favour and take the rubbish out would 
you. Is baby Hanna slut alright."

Anne nodded, "As well as can be expected, the stuff you've done with 
her the last few days means she didn't suffer too much damage from 
that fuck you gave her. Well nothing serious. The cuts will heal 
although that one on her chest will scar, and the one on her cheek 
will as well but that will fade in time but again that doesn't really 
matter."

Paul nodded, "So she's good for another one?"

Anne smiled and nodded.

Paul smiled, "Hear that baby slut, you are going to get another fuck 
tonight."

Hanna put her spoon back into the bowl and put her hand to her face 
and started to cry again. Paul rubbed her hair, "But I want you to 
get washed up a bit first before I let you in my bed. Imagine that 
slut you get to sleep in a proper bed tonight."

Hanna looked up and nodded, "Are you going to hit me more sir?"

Paul shook his head, "No not this time I just want to fuck your 
cunt."

"Okay, I'll let you fuck my cunt sir, if you don't hit me."

Paul rustled her hair again, "That's my girl, Becky will take you for 
a bath in a minute," he turned to Anne, "Where is she?"

"Watching TV," said Anne. 

"Right Hanna, you go through that door right down to the end of the 
hallway and through the last door on your left, then tell Becky I 
said you need a bath."

Hanna got to her feet and walked slowly out of the room. A moment 
later she came back in, "Please sir don't punish me but which one is 
my left hand again."

Paul broke into a smile and laughed.

End of part 9



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