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Subject: {ASSM} Angels Scream Chapter 1 (M/g pedo oral tort nc)
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Angels Scream Chapter 1 (M/g pedo oral tort nc)

DISCLAIMER:
	This story is not for everyone and may contain but is not limited 
	to some quite graphical depictions of children and adults of all 
	ages and both sexes in extreme sexual situations

	These may include but are not limited to rape, sexual torture and 
	brutal 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 condone 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-teens.
	If not what the fuck are you doing reading this?
	
	The Story codes are MM/Fggb pedo tort rape oral anal sad nc snuff
	For this chapter M/g pedo tort oral nc
	
	If you wish to contact me the author I can be reached at
	
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com

Thanks, enjoy the story. 

Alocer Loki


Chapter 1

Angelic!

An angel, there was no other way I could describe her. The way the intense 
sunlight glittered off the golden curls and cast its warm rays over her bare 
legs. She sat there in the tall grass of the clearing facing the sun, though her 
eyes were shaded from the brilliant light by a straw hat with a blue ribbon tied 
around it. Her red and white dress made her stand out like a sore thumb from the 
green scenery, and the bright red cardigan she sat on did even more to advertise 
her presence. She sat there crossed legged her back against an old log, a tiny 
pink bag sat on her left side, it was quite evidently stuffed full. A pink 
plastic lunch box sat open on the other side and a half-eaten sandwich sat on 
her knee.

A large brown teddy bear and a smaller doll were sat between her legs and she 
was playing some game while humming a tune, stopping every so often to dictate 
the speech from her toys. 

Normally I would have left a child alone, especially THIS child, it was no 
secrete that I had an attraction to little girls, something this village didn't 
like but hid like an embarrassed secrete. A child couldn't be five minutes late 
without me getting a phone call.

I really don't know why I felt so inclined to go and speak to this five-year-old 
child. But it was half nine on Monday morning, and she should have been at 
school, and I do know all the school time tables, so I knew it wasn't the 
holidays. Not to mention that she was in the school uniform.

I knew her of course, she lived just down the road from me, with her mother. I'd 
had a relationship with her mother for the longest time two years back until the 
court case had destroyed that along with my other friendships I had in this 
village. I was just starting to piece my life back together and I'd not even 
been convicted.  Since then all the children avoided me like I was the boggy 
man, and her mother although civil hadn't said more than hello since the break-
up.  

The child's name was Amy although despite the fact I'd lived with her for most 
of her life I doubted that she would remember me, or that she had been told to 
keep right away, I walked from the trees and entered the clearing, "Hello Amy," 
I said.

The girl jumped and her head shot up to stare at me and took on the mask of fear 
that I had grown so used to the look a child gives to the 'boggy man'. "I'm not 
s'pposed to talk to you," she said.

"Why not?" I asked, "I used to live with you remember?"

The girl looked like she was thinking about it and finally gave a definite nod, 
"You're Uncle Ian, but the others say you are a bad man."

"What others? Other children? Why have I ever hurt anyone?" 

The child shook her head, "I donno they just say so. They make up stories but I 
know they aren't true 'cause I remember that you are nice."

I smiled, she was a sweet kid, and for the first time since the break up I 
realised how much I had missed her, and her mother.

 "I am nice. Now why aren't you at school?" 

The girl turned away and looked down I noticed a bruise on the back of her neck 
but I didn't say anything, "I ran away," she said.

I wanted to laugh, this was novel a five year old child had run away from home, 
into the wilderness, she'd be back home in time for dinner. "Why on Earth do you 
want to do that?" I asked her, I kept a straight face, I wanted to win her 
trust.

" 'cause he beat Mummy up and then hit me when I told him to stop." She said.

Now this was a reason, "Who?" I asked, "Fred?" Fred being her current boyfriend. 
A right lug more muscle than sense.

The child nodded. She looked a little ashamed, "I preferred you. You were a nice 
uncle," she said.

I laughed and sat down next to the girl, "Darlin what are you going to do? Sleep 
here tonight?"

Amy shrugged. Then shook her head, tears dripped down her cheeks, "I donno, I 
didn't want to go home."

I put my arm around her and Amy turned and hugged me tight buring her face in my 
more than slightly oversized stomach and sobbed quietly. I just held her there 
until she stopped crying. It took a long time but I didn't care, I had my own 
thoughts to contend with. A small innocent child so close was a little more than 
I could tolerate without getting excited, I gently ran my hand across her back. 
Something in the back of my head was screaming at me to rape the bitch, kill 
her, and dump the body. 

Even though the thought was an attractive one, it was one I took little notice 
of, besides it would be a little stupid. If that happened here my house would be 
the first one the mob with their burning torches would come to. But neither 
could I let this drop, I couldn't let this child I considered my own get beaten 
but that fuck brain, if anyone was going to abuse her it would be me.

So I decided that I'd take her to my house and call her mother and see if I 
could sort this out, and if necessary get social services involved, I was pretty 
sure the bruise I'd seen wasn't the only one. It would be a lot of hassle I know 
but I wasn't afraid of Fred, in fact I'd welcome the chance to get the cunt back 
after how much he helped the cops to fuck up my life.

"Listen pet," I said "I'll take you back to my house and you can play on my 
computer while I go and have a talk with your mother. Will Fred be there?"

Amy shook her head, "Don't tell her please. He'll hurt me again if you do."

"No he won't" I said, "He will not hurt you again and if he even lays a finger 
on you or your mother again I want you to come right over and tell me and I'll 
hurt him lots."

Little Amy relaxed a bit, and stood up. She picked up her school bag and shoved 
the doll in it. She fastened the zip; and threw it over her shoulder. Taking the 
Teddy in one hand and her lunch box in the other she smiled at me, "Okay I'm 
ready," she said.

Did I tell you how much I wanted to fuck this kid?

I had my car parked only a short walk from the forest, in the car park. It was 
empty and there was nobody about. I unlocked the doors and got in. Amy climbed 
in the passenger side and slammed the door shut. The car was brand new but I 
didn't mind that she took little care around it. I had a lot of money and nobody 
other than myself to spend it on. "Don't forget to do your seatbelt up," I 
reminded her.

The child nodded and clipped the seatbelt in place, I did the same, and then 
started the car.

The drive back to where I lived only took ten minutes. But we past a lot of 
people, and for the first time since I'd brought the car I was happy that it had 
blacked out windows. I mean what do you think the reaction would have been if 
someone spotted the local paedophile with a kid in his car?

I parked the car in the garage and made sure the door had shut completely before 
I got out of the car. I led Amy from the garage through the inner door into my 
living room, which thankfully faced my garden rather than the road. I grabbed 
the remote control and switched the forty-two inch television on. I flicked 
through a few channels until I came across a cartoon.  I sat down in the 
armchair and patted my knee. Amy seemed to understand what I meant and climbed 
onto my lap and sat facing the TV. 

I gently moved her hair out of the way so I could take a look at the bruise on 
her neck. I touched it gently and the child let out a small moan, "Is this where 
he hit you?" I asked.

"Ah Huh," said Amy.

"Let me take a look," I said. I just couldn't resist it, and it was still 
innocent, I wanted to see what that bastard had done. I reached around in front 
of the girl and started to undo the buttons on her dress. I stopped only when 
there was enough room for me to pull the back of her dress, and vest down far 
enough so I could see the bruise. I frowned at the large purple blotch just 
below her neck spreading up onto her neck. It was quite large. I had to shift so 
that my rock hard cock didn't press into the child although it made it rather 
uncomfortable for me to sit. "Has he hit you more?"

Amy nodded.

"Show me."

Without a word Amy stood up and pulled the dress over her head. My chest 
tightened and I could feel my heart start to beat faster in my chest. I could 
feel my hand shaking as she started to pull off her vest. I clenched them in 
tight fists. I had gone too far there was no way her mother would understand 
this if she found out.

Her beautiful slim body was almost more than I could bear. I sat up straight in 
the chair to try and stop my cock pressing so hard into my trousers and gazed on 
at her perfectly smooth skin. Her chest was almost flat only the tiny nipples 
showed any sign of it being any different from her back. 

Even with this perfect image, of a near naked child in front of me my gaze was 
drawn to the single flaw in the five-year-olds skin. A dark bruise sat just 
below her ribs, it looked almost as if she'd been punched.

Slowly the child turned around and I caught my breath. Several dark bruises sat 
on her back some looked new and others older. My mind swam in a muddle of 
emotions, I didn't know whether to be appalled or turned on. But in the few 
moments I stared at the child my mind made up two decisions.

I was going to get Fred for what he had done to the child whom I'd raised for 
two of the first three years of her life. And secondly this kid was MINE!

I wasn't going to let that bastard Fred have all the fun with this angel. My 
blood flowed fast pumped by my pounding heart, and every thought I had grew 
darker. I needed to hurt this child, and I was going to hurt her, and I was 
going to kill her, because I could.

The question was how was I going to pull it off. I would be the first person to 
be labelled suspect at the disappearance of a child, especially this child, and 
if the cops didn't get me all my neighbours would. Running around with burning 
torches probably. The cops didn't particularly worry me, I had a place to stash 
the kid while they searched my house. But what I was going to do about those 
bastard neighbours. Especially since it was the child of my ex-girlfriend, and 
it wasn't difficult to label our rather public break-up, as a motive. 

I sighed, problems there are always problems and bridges; I would have to cross 
that one once I got to it.

I glanced up at the clock, there was a lot to sort out, check, double check, and 
clean before Amy would be discovered missing. Still that gave me plenty of time 
to abuse the trust of this child, and then to betray that trust completely.

"Fred is a bad man," I told her, "I bet you didn't do anything wrong when he hit 
you all those time did you?"

The child shook her head, "He just hits me. He says a lot of things but I don't 
under stand what he means."

"Well not to worry. I've decided that you can't go back to him can you I mean he 
might hurt you for trying to run away."

The child went pale, "But what do I do?" she asked.

I smiled, "Well you could stay here. I could get your mummy to come and see you 
and you wouldn't have to be hurt by Fred."

The child grinned, "Could I," 

I nodded, "I've got a bedroom for you and everything, and lots and lots of toys 
to play with."

"Can I see?" 

"Sure come with me," I said. I stood up and took the near naked preteen by the 
hand and led her towards the cellar door.

 I turned the handle and the door swung open. The child peered into the darkness 
and I reached around the corner and flipped the switch. The light blinked on, 
and the child gazed down the stairs at the cluttered cellar. There wasn't 
anything immediately suspicious or, remotely odd about my cellar, an adult 
couldn't find anything wrong at a glance, only the odd object stored in the 
boxes were a give away. Amy looked up at me, "It's the cellar!" she cried, 
"that's not a bedroom."

"Not the cellar you dopey child," I said, "There is a secrete door in one of the 
walls, that's where you'll sleep."

"Oh, really?"

I led Amy down the stairs, and into the cellar, the child looked about in wonder 
at the boxes piled high around her. I went to an old book case sat in the centre 
of the east most wall.  It was completely empty, and had no space in which to 
hide anything. I leant against it and shifted it several feet across the floor. 
After a while it revealed a small door in the wall. The door itself was almost 
the same colour as the wall, but was quite distinguishable. I pushed the small 
door and it opened. "Go in," I said, "There is a light switch on the wall 
inside." The child walked through the door into the darkness. I turned around I 
needed something in which to store the little bitch once I'd finished with her 
for this morning. 

My gaze crossed an old travel cage I'd used for my long dead dog, it was just 
big enough to hold the tiny five year old. "Hey," Amy cried, "There isn't a bed 
in here, where am I s'posed to sleep?"

I chuckled and followed her in carrying the cage, "Of course there isn't a bed 
in here. I've not gone to your house to get all of your things yet have I."

"Oh," said the girl, "So do I get my old bed? But it's a bunk-bed, Sarah sleeps 
on the top."

"Sarah?" I asked. I didn't recognise that name.

"Well uncle Frank says she is my sister but she's not properly, she came to live 
with us two weeks ago, uncle Frank says that her mummy said she couldn't live 
with her anymore so she's come to live with us."

So Frank had a child of his own, that would explain his latent abuse of this 
child, no need to care for someone else's slut when you had to care for your 
own. "Right, so how old is Sarah?" I asked.

"Eight," said Amy.

I shrugged it didn't matter anyway, "Okay Amy I need you to take off your 
knickers now."

The girl frowned, "Why?" she asked.

I gave her a reassuring smile, "It's okay, if your going to live with me I have 
to own all of your body?"

"How do you mean?" asked the gorgeous little creature.

"Well kind of like how you own a dog or a cat," I said.

Amy laughed, "You mean I'm going to be your pet."

"Yeah, that's right. Wow you are really smart," I said, "Come on now take off 
your knickers, and I'll let you do something really naughty."

Amy grinned, and slipped out of her knickers, she continued to grin as she stood 
in front of me completely naked, her hands were at her sides and her legs 
pressed tightly together, but it still gave me a great view of her tiny hairless 
slit. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode. I widened my smile, 
"Come here pet," I said.

Amy giggled and walked towards me. I crouched down in front of her and placed my 
hand on her flat chest. I slowly moved my fingers down over her smooth stomach, 
and over her bald cunt. "Mummy says that touching that is naughty," the girl 
said.

"I said I was going to let you do lots of naughty things didn't I? Come on honey 
spread your legs a little."

Amy giggled again and did as she was told. I reached between those legs gently 
inserted a finger into her tiny tight cunt. Amy moaned and shifted from foot to 
foot. "Does that hurt?" I asked.

Amy shook her head. 

"Just a little uncomfortable?"

Amy nodded, "Yes uncle Ian." She said.

I pulled my finger out and put it between my lips, not much of a taste on her 
but I didn't care. "Now darling do you know what a willy is?"

Amy nodded.

"Have you ever seen one?" I asked.

Amy nibbled on her top lip.

"Its okay I'm not going to tell you off or anything."

Amy gave a shy smile, "Tommy showed me his once." She said.

Tommy? I guessed she must mean Thomas Farce, he was a little boy about the same 
age as Amy, he lived only two doors down from myself. 

"Ah well, I have a willy as well and its much bigger than Tommy's, do you know 
what big girls do with willies?"

Amy shook her head.

"They put them in their mouths to suck on them."

"Yuck," said Amy, "Isn't that where boys wee from?"

I smiled at Amy, "Yes it is. It might be yucky but big girls enjoy doing it 
because its really naughty. Do you want to be a big girl for me?"

"You want me to suck your willy?" she asked.

I was getting a little tired of this game, what I really wanted to do was to 
jump on the little bitch and just fuck her, but I have more constraint than 
that, and hurting her would come a little later. I stood up and reached down to 
unzipped my trousers. I pulled my cock through the hole. It was as hard as 
fucking rock. Amy just started at it, "Wow," she murmured, "It is REALLY big. 
Tommy's was really tiny."

It wasn't all that big in all honesty but I suppose to a tiny five-year-old 
child it would seem massive. I smiled at her, "Show me you're a big girl and 
lick it, and put it in your mouth. Like you were sucking a lollypop."

Amy seemed a little unsure. She leant forwards and extended her tongue, and gave 
my gland the tinniest lick. Satisfied it wasn't going to taste really horrible, 
she gave me a longer lick. My cock twitched, I chuckled, "He likes you." 

Amy looked up at me, she looked a little confused, but she just put her head 
back down and gave me another longer lick. She opened her mouth wide and took 
the head inside. I gasped as she started to suck on it, shit her mouth was a 
tease. "That's right baby," I breathed, "Now move your head back and forth. Yep 
like that." Shit she was a good cocksucker. It only took a matter of minutes 
before my cock jerked in her mouth. Amy gave a little yelp and jumped back, 
getting a face full of cum in the process. She pulled a face and spat out the 
cum that had sprayed in her mouth. 

"No baby, big girls eat all of that stuff. Its good for you." I tried.

"Its yucky. Its like snot." Moaned Amy, "I don't want to eat it."

I opened my mouth to try something else but a single thought crossed my mind and 
I closed it again.

Oh fuck it.

I was over and done with the niceties. This little slut would now learn her real 
place. My hand shot out and struck Amy across the left cheek. The child fell 
over on her bum and started at me. Her lips were trembling and her eyes filled 
with tears. "I said eat it all." I told her calmly.

Her face crumpled up, and she started to whine and cry. Fuck was it a turn on. I 
stared at her, and said, "Now unless you want me to hit you again you will wipe 
up all of my cum. That is what it is called. From your face your chest and the 
floor and put it in your mouth to swallow."

Amy just stared at me, sobbing loudly, I took a step forwards and she shrank 
away from me. I leant down and grabbed her by those beautiful golden locks, and 
dragged her to her feet. I lifted her to the tips of my toes and leant close to 
her face. "Can you hear me?" I asked.

Amy tried to nod, but discovering she couldn't she moaned, "Yes, please put me 
down. I'll eat it."

I was hard again, I slapped her across the face again, her body shook with the 
blow, "Now you had better eat it all or I will have to punish you." I let go of 
the pre-teen girl and she crumpled to the floor. 

Amy slowly sat up, still crying loudly she used her fingers to wipe my goo from 
her face, she put it in her mouth, with an extra whine to prove she didn't like 
the taste. "The floor as well."

She crawled to where she'd spat out my cum and scraped it up with her fingers. 
She sucked on them, and stared at me. I really wanted to fuck this child now, 
but I've got a little more self-control than that. Besides she'd missed some of 
my cum. "I want you to lick my floor clean." 

Amy just started at me, I jabbed her in the side with my foot not hard, but 
enough to leave to get a whine. Amy leant over to put her lips to the floor. I 
guessed it was the shock of what was happening that made her so compliant. 

I took the time to calm myself down. If I got carried away I'd kill the bitch, 
and even though I did want to kill her, I didn't want to kill her five minutes 
after I got my hands on her. No I wanted her to suffer first.

"You said you would be nice!" the girl moaned.

I grinned at her, "I fucking lied slut. You should have listened to your 
friends. I'm a bad man and bad men lie. Now I want you to suck my willy again."

"NO!" screamed Amy, "I want to go home I want my mummy."

I moved forwards and Amy squealed and scurried out of my grasp into the empty 
room. She huddled in the corner hugging her knees crying softly. As I approached 
she tried to shrink further into the corner. I grabbed a handful of hair and 
dragged her from the room and back into the cellar. "You are a bad slut." I told 
her, "I am your owner and you are my pet. And when pets do bad things they get 
punished. My pets get punished bad."

"No please don't hurt me!" cried Amy.

"It's too late you should have sucked on my willy like a good pet."

"I'll suck on it please don't hurt me!"

"I said it is too late. I think because this is your first punishment I'll only 
whip you with my belt."

"Oh please don't hurt me."

The little bitch tried to pull away and I was forced to pick her up. Her tiny 
body fought me with all of her strength. I slapped her across her legs, "Stay 
still!" I shouted at her.

The child froze and just cried in my arms, I sighed and sat her on a large box. 
"You will stay there okay!" I said in my best no nonsense voice.

The terrified little girl just nodded. 

I quickly looked around for something I could use to tie the child down with and 
came across an old washing line. I grabbed it and used the penknife on my key 
ring to cut a three-foot length. I knelt in front of the crying child, "Now will 
you be a good girl?" 

The child nodded.

"No if you promise to play a little game with me I won't punish you okay, once 
we've played it then you can go home." 

Amy looked at me with suspicious eyes, "Okay, if you don't hurt me again," she 
said.

I smiled at the dopey slut and said, "We're going to play the princess and the 
troll, you can be the beautiful princess okay?"

The child wiped her eyes and smiled at me. One good thing about children from a 
paedophiles point of view is that they are stupid, gullible and far too 
forgiving. 

"Okay now me the big bad troll has kidnapped you okay and I've got to tie you 
up, then we can get someone to come and save you."

The child nodded and I started to wrap the washing line around her ankles, "Ow!" 
she moaned, "That hurts."

"It has to be tight so that you can't get away," I said as I tied it off.

I took the rest of the line and said, "Now hold out your hands and make sure 
they are together."

Again the child did as she was told without question and I tightly bound her 
wrists together, "Who is going to save me?" she asked.

"I'll get Tommy to play the prince yes. Then you can kiss him and suck his willy 
like a big girl." the girl frowned, and I went back to where she had dropped her 
small knickers, "Now darling I need to gag you like in cartoons yes."

The child nodded, I glanced around again and found an old rag, it was filthy but 
I didn't particularly care, "Now pet open your mouth really wide."

The little child did as she was told and opened her mouth and I pushed her 
knickers inside and used the rag to tie them in place. Now all I needed was a 
place to hang her while I gave her a whipping. I glanced up at the ceiling and 
smiled, the waste pipe crossed the room, and should be plenty strong enough to 
support a forty-pound child. I took the rest of the washing line and threw it 
over the pipe then tied one end to Amy's wrists, "Now stand up honey I've got to 
tie you up here okay." 

The child stood up, I lifted her and stood her on a box and pulled the line 
until she was stood on tip tie. I tied off the line to the pipe and smiled at 
her, "You really are stupid aren't you. I told you I am a bad man and bad men 
lie. You are going to be punished real bad for disobeying me and then real bad 
for being such a stupid slut."

The child screamed but I barely heard it because of the gag, she couldn't move 
from where she was so I pulled off my belt and doubled it over and walked around 
the tiny girl wondering where I should hit her first. My heart was in my mouth 
and my cock stood proudly pointing towards my new toy. I decided I'd hit her ass 
first. I pulled my arm back and brought the belt forwards as hard as I could. It 
hit her ass with a loud snap and a muffled scream. The child tried to move but 
only exceeded in falling over her legs dragged and dropped form the box. She 
screamed as  the washing line bit into her wrists. I kicked the box away and 
watched the sweet girl struggle trying to get a foothold of thin air. 

I hit her again, then again. Landing blows wherever I could, on her ass, her 
stomach her chest, her little baby hairless cunt. It didn't matter where or how 
hard I hit her. This bitch would hurt. I toyed with her for nearly half an hour 
just hitting her with my belt, calling her a slut and a whore. 

Until finally from exhaustion and pain the child fainted. I took her down and 
looked on her unconscious form. I grinned at what I had done the nasty red welts 
that I had brought up on her smooth soft skin, my hand started to rub my cock, I 
was in such a state that it only took a few strokes to get me off. I sprayed my 
sperm over her angelic face. 

I picked up the dog travel cage and took it into the child's 'bedroom' and sat 
it in the corner then returned to collect Amy. I carried the tiny unconscious 
form into her room opened the cage and put her inside. There was plenty of room 
as long as she didn't want to move. I smiled again and left her there. 



I went back up stairs and searched for everything that might connect me to the 
child. I checked around to make sure she hadn't left any hair or something that 
might link me. I put her clothes, hat, bag, lunchbox, and toys into her room 
with her and then went to wash my car.

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