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Subject: {ASSM} Paddington Bare Chapter 1 (M/fg pedo tort rape nc)
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   Paddington Bare Chapter 1 (M/fg pedo tort rape nc) By Alocer Loki

   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 M+/f+g+b+ teen pedo tort rape oral anal sad ws scat
snuff.  For this chapter M/fg pedo tort rape nc

   If you wish to contact me the author I can be reached at

   Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com

   Thanks, enjoy the story.

   Alocer Loki



   (This is dedicated to my good friend John Kirk, for his time and effort
spent editing it, and for thinking up the title for me)

   The thirteen-year old girl sat stiffly in the train, her hands clasped
onto a small backpack so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.  If it
weren't for the obvious bruise on the side of her face this girl would have
looked well off and well looked after.  Her trendy outfit of designer label
clothes all fit perfectly.  A strand of dirty blond hair fell in front of
her eyes and the girl momentarily let her hands loose from the bag to brush
it back.  She pulled her hair from the ponytail to quickly reapply it using
her reflection cast on the dark window.  She looked up at the man who had
been staring at her for the entire journey and gave him a slight smile. 
The man tipped his flat cap and quickly diverted his gaze.

   The train slowed and the girl pressed her head against the window, using
her hands to shield the light so she could peer outside as the 125 pulled
into Paddington Station.  This was the last stop.  This was her stop.  This
was London.

   Celia drew in one final nervous breath and reaffirmed her grip on her
backpack.  She stood up cautiously and left the train.  The station was
massive.  The one at her hometown would have fit into one corner of this
place.  Hell her whole town would have fit in this place.

   Well maybe it wasn't quite THAT big, but it was big, and certainly far
busier than her town.  It was an impressive sight for the small girl whose
travel record outside her hometown included a single town on the coast of
Wales, and here she was now in London, where the streets were paved with
gold.  Well not really but Celia liked that saying, and it wasn't like she
expected to come here and get rich.  She was a runaway after all and that
probably meant sleeping rough.

   Her hand went to the front of her jeans were she could feel the
reassuring wad of cash.  Smiling, the child looked around, "What now," she
muttered to herself.  She felt completely lost.

   All of her thoughts and efforts had been concerned with getting away
from home that she hadn't even considered what she would do once she got
here.  The smell of burgers drifted through the air and Celia felt her
mouth water.  She hadn't eaten all day.  Firsts thing first.  She would
have dinner, then find a place to stay.

   She felt scared, and not for the first time since leaving home.  London
was such a big place that she could disappear and nobody would even know.

   Celia sucked in a deep breath.  She thought to herself 'no point
dwelling on what-ifs'.  As long as she was careful, nothing like that would
happen to her.  She headed off across the platform towards the fast food
restaurant where she had to wait in line behind a rude man wearing a cheap
suit with the smell of cheap aftershave hanging around him.  When she got
served, the man behind the counter just leered at her, his eyes fixed on
her young, developing breasts.

   Celia took the brown paper bag and found a deserted bench out of the way
of the crowd.  She took a slurp of cola, pulled out a fry and took a small
bite from it.  She noticed an underground map on the floor and picked it up
to study.  Many of the names sounded familiar but the coloured lines were
too confusing.  Celia sighed, dropped it back on the floor and pulled out
another chip.

   "Hi."

   Celia started and her head spun to where the voice had come from.  She
started at the girl in front of her for several moments.  Celia guessed
that she was about ten or eleven.  She was quite short and very thin,
dressed in an old pair of torn jeans plainly too small for her and a jumper
so torn up it was hard to understand how it could provide any warmth.  The
ragged holes in the jumper plainly revealed a faded orange T-shirt
underneath.  Celia relaxed.  "Hello," she said.

   "New here aren't you?" The girl's accent sounded odd to Celia but then
everybody outside Wales sounded odd.

   "Is it that obvious?" she asked.

   The girl nodded, "Yep pretty much so, it's always pretty piss to spot a
new runaway."

   Ceila nodded, "Probably," she said, and popped another chip into her
mouth, glancing up at the girl who licked her lips, "You want some?"

   The girl looked around and smiled, "Sure thanks," she said and sat down
next to Celia.

   Celia took out the carton of fries and handed them to the little girl.
"Here you can have the rest of these and some of my burger if you want. 
Actually, I'll buy you one if you want."

   The girl shook her head.  "Na, it's okay, I'll just have the chips ta.
You'd better hang onto any money you got."

   Celia nodded, realising it made sense.

   "I'm Emma by the way.  So what's your story?"

   "Story?" asked Celia.

   "Yeah story, every one's got a reason they run away.  Mine is that my
father beat the shit out of me and my baby sister.  Then he raped both of
us and tried to sell us for sex."

   "Jesus," said Celia.  "That's awful, my dad tried to rape me.  He had me
pinned down on my bed and if he hadn't taken his am off my shoulder to take
off my knickers I'd never had got out from under him.  I told him I'd tell
the cops or someone.  He didn't like that and got really pissed, but he
left me alone.  That was this morning.  When he went to work I wagged
school and packed my bag, nicked some money and caught the train."

   "Where you from then?  I mean I know it's Wales but where abouts."

   "It's a village called Pontypool, boring as hell," said Celia.

   Emma shrugged, "Never heard of it.  I was born here," she said.  "Could
I have a mouthful of coke?"

   Celia handed the girl the cardboard cup.  "Sure," she said.

   The two girls ate their food in silence once finished Emma dumped the
bag behind the bench.  "Okay, I know a place where you can stay if you
want."

   "Great," said Celia, "Do I need to pay or anything?"

   Emma shook her head, "Don't be an idiot.  Not many people know of this
place, and those that do are all like us."

   "Us?" asked Emma.

   "Yeah clean.  No drugs or shit.  Don't go selling themselves or getting
into strange cars.  I'm sure you didn't come here to be a prostitute, did
ya."

   "No.  of course not.  I could have stayed at home if I wanted that,"
said Celia.

   "Well come on, we've got to be quick, and go out a secret way."

   "Why?"

   "You don't know nothing do ya?" said Emma.

   "That's not fair."

   "Sorry.  If I could spot a runaway, anyone can, and men and women line
up in droves outside here to pick up any runaway that sticks their head
out. Especially clueless ones like you.  No offence, but as soon as you
know it, you'll find your self raped, drunk, addicted to crack, working the
streets, and killed and in that order."

   "Oh, I didn't know.  I mean I knew there would be people out there who
would do that but, not so many."

   "Well its worse.  You needn't worry about that 'cause you've got me,"
Emma said with a smile.  "Shall we go?"

   Celia shrugged, "Might as well.  I'm Celia."

   "'kay C, lets go," said Emma.

   The pre-teen stood up, Celia got up and hurried after her guide.  They
walked towards a large door with 'Restricted Access Employees Only'
stencilled on it.  Emma didn't pause before opening the door and walking
in. Celia wasn't sure about it but she had nothing else to do.  She needed
to trust somebody and a tenyear-old girl was better than a dirty old man.

   "Don't worry," said Emma sensing her mood.  "These are deserted at
night. Besides I know the guy who works the cameras.  He knows I use these
corridors and doesn't ever bother us."

   That didn't help much to calm Celia's nerves.  The girl turned stopped
at a door and pushed it open, and entered.  Celia followed her and stopped.
The room was empty.  Just a small grey room, with only one door and no
windows.  "Not to worry," muttered Emma, "I just came to get this."

   Celia looked at her new 'friend' who now held a long stick with what
looked like two small steel points sticking from the end.

   "What's that?"

   Emma smiled.  "It's a toy.  I'll show you.  Don't worry it's nothing bad
like drugs or shit but it makes you feel all tingly inside.  Pull up your
jumper and I'll show you."

   Celia blinked at the odd request.  "Why?" she asked.

   "Cause it needs to be done on bare flesh to work best.  I could do it on
your arm but it works better on your tummy.  Actually it's best between
your legs but I know you don't want me to do it there.  At least not yet."

   Celia blushed.  This girl was odd.  She pulled up her jumper and, with
nothing but a training bra underneath, her stomach was bare.  Emma pushed
the end of the stick into her belly.  The prongs felt a little sharp to the
touch.

   Celia hit the floor and curled up.  Once able to draw breath again, she
screamed.  It felt like somebody had punched her.  Celia clutched her bare
stomach and let out a sob.  "Well maybe tingly isn't the right word," said
Emma.  "More like being hit with an iron bar.  You are a stupid fuck." Emma
placed the prod on a bare patch of Celia's back and the pain shot through
her body again.

   It was all she could do to scream and curl up into a tight ball.  The
pain lashed through her a third time.  She felt a hand reach into her
pocket and take her money.  Celia was in too much pain to do anything.  She
heard the door close and the lock turned.  She was alone in the room,
accompanied only by the sound of her sobbing.

   *****

   Emma danced down the hallway.  She was pleased with herself.  She had
netted a beautiful new clueless runaway, and scored three hundred quid. 
Danny would be really pleased with her, and the money might even be enough
to convince him she didn't need to work that night.  The girl alone should
be enough to get her a fix.

   Emma had never met someone so gullible.  She guessed she should perhaps
feel sorry for the girl, but she didn't really care.  They all ended up
like she did or got sold.  C would probably get sold.  She was too old for
Danny.

   Emma slowed to a walk as she entered the last corridor.  She hadn't lied
when she had said she knew the man who operated the security cameras.  She
knocked on the door, and his voice instantly answered in a shout "Get in
here you fucking little slut."

   Emma's heart sank.  She started to sort through her mind trying to
figure out what she had done wrong.  He'd have it all on video of course.

   Emma opened the door and immediately saw the video playing; it was when
she was sitting on the bench with C, eating.  Emma froze.  "What have I
told you about eating?" Danny asked.

   Emma lowered her head, "If sir wants Emma slut to eat sir will feed Emma
slut," she said.

   "Correct slut," Danny said.  "One more night without food."

   "Oh please sir," cried Emma, "Emma slut has gone so long without food."

   "It's not my fault that you are a disobedient slut.  Give me the prod
and drop your trousers."

   "Oh please sir don't put it there!" moaned the child.

   "What have I said about questioning orders?"

   Emma sniffed back her tears, "If Emma slut was born to make decisions,
Emma slut would have been born a man."

   "That's right slut," said Dan.  "Now give me the fucking prod."

   Emma dropped her head and sobbed as she held out the cattle prod to her
owner.  Dan took it from her while Emma unfastened the button on her jeans
and pulled them down.  She never wore knickers.  In her line of work they
often just got in the way.  Her tiny cunt was completely hairless.  "Pull
the lips open," said Dan.

   Emma reached down and used her fingers to open her cunt.  She watched as
her placed the cattle prod against her most sensitive flesh.  Emma started
to shake, tears dropped from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.  "What has
Emma slut done wrong?" asked Dan.

   "Emma slut ate food without permission," said Emma.

   "And what will Emma slut do to put it right?"

   "Emma slut will empty her tummy into a bag to feed the other sluts."

   "That's right slut," said Dan and he pressed the button.

   It felt like having a red-hot iron shoved up her cunt.  Emma screamed
and collapsed to the floor clutching onto her pussy.  She sobbed loudly, a
paper bag landed on her head.  Emma knew what was required of her.  She
uncurled and grabbed the bag then sat up and lowered her face over it.  She
pushed her own fingers down her throat.  The only thing she had eaten in
two days was cum and the few chips.  Emma retched twice before her stomach
gave up what little it had in it.

   "Now Emma slut I want you to stand up and take a piss on the end of the
prod," said Dan.

   "Oh no master!" she cried.  "Not that again, please!"

   She stared up at him and he put his hand into his pocket to take out a
small syringe.  "You've got a choice slut," he said.  "You either get up
and take a piss on the prod, or you don't get your fix."

   Emma stood up and, pulling her jeans from her legs, she squatted a
little and waited for her owner to press the button on the prod and hold it
inches from her cunt.  Her body knew what was coming and wouldn't let her
force the piss out, but Emma needed the syringe.  She closed her eyes and
forced herself to relax.  As her bladder relaxed, a thin stream of piss
flowed out over the end of the prod.  It hit her like a brick knocking her
from her feet.  Her entire body convulsed and she lost all control of her
bladder, emptying it in a puddle on the floor.  The syringe landed on the
floor by her head and Emma grabbed it quickly.  She knew better than to use
it in front of Dan, so she just kept hold of it.

   Her master picked up the money.  "This come from the new slut?" he
asked.

   "Yes sir."

   "Well you'd better get yourself cleaned up and out on the streets so you
can earn your own keep hadn't you?"

   Emma sniffed, and nodded.  "Emma slut must get cleaned up," she sobbed.

   "The floor first," said Dan.

   Emma, pulled herself up.  Her cunt and belly hurt like hell but not as
much as they would hurt if she questioned him again.  She leant over and
put her face into the puddle of her own piss, and started to lap it up.

   "Right you, get the floor clean and then get out as quick as you can. 
Don't even think of coming home unless you've earned at least twice this
much."

   "Yes sir," moaned Emma.  No sleep tonight, either.

   Dan walked along the corridor swinging the cattle prod.  His little slut
had done well again.  If she would only learn to follow orders, she would
be a great little slut.  He had to be firm with that one.  He couldn't let
the other sluts see him go easy on her, even when he might go easy on the
others.  She was his daughter and he didn't want the others thinking she
was his favourite.

   Dan took out the key and unlocked the door.  The teenager was still
curled into a ball, sobbing her heart out.  Dan walked in and locked the
door again.

   The girl looked up at him, then screamed and scurried into the corner.
"What do you want with me?" she cried.

   Dan held up the cattle prod for her to see.  Her eyes told him she knew
what it was for.  "Just some questions for now, okay?  Failure to answer
will get you this.  Do I make myself clear?"

   "Yes," gasped the girl.

   Dan pressed it into her arm and pushed the button getting a loud scream
from her.  "You will answer me 'yes SIR'.  Now, what is your full name?"

   "Celia M-Mary Andrews sir," she said.

   "Good.  You've got the hang of this already.  How old are you and when
is your birthday?"

   "Th-thirteen, sir.  My birthday is the fifth of April, sir."

   "Good.  Now Celia Mary Andrews, are you a virgin?" asked Dan.

   "What!"

   Dan pressed the prod against the girl's cheek and let the current shock
her little face.  The teen screamed and recoiled.

   "One more time and then I'll shove it up your cunt to find out.  Are you
a virgin?"

   Celia sniffled.  "Yes sir," she moaned.

   "Now have you ever put anything up inside your cunt?  Or has anyone
else, your boyfriend or someone?"

   "I err, sometimes put my fingers inside it sir.  But nobody else ever
has sir."

   "I see.  Okay, now does anyone in your family or any of their friends
ever touch you?"

   "Sir, my father tried to rape me sir.  My uncle touches me sir, but I
pretend not to notice sir, and he doesn't go any further sir."

   "Good slut.  I see we are going to get along just fine.  You keep doing
what I tell you and you might come out of this alive.  Now to begin our
relationship I am going to rape you.  Okay?"

   Celia let out a long whine.  "Oh please don't rape me sir," she cried.

   "Now darling, I'm pretty tired, and you've got a choice.  You can either
take off your clothes and lay with your legs open for me to take that
precious cherry of yours or I can rip off your clothes, beat you until you
open your legs and then fuck you senseless."

   The poor girl felt completely lost.  She looked around, then narrowed
her eyes and with all the determination the terrified teen could muster,
"No, I will not let you rape me, SIR," she spat, "I want to go now SIR, if
you let me go now I will not involve the police, but if you keep me one
second longer I will have no hesitation SIR."

   Dan smiled at her.  "You fucking arrogant whore.  You're not going to be
let go.  Even after I rape you."

   The teen sat on the floor with all the determination still on her face.
Dan grinned and his hand shot forwards to grab her hair.

   Celia screeched as she was lifted up to her feet.  Dan slapped the slut
several time across her cheek hard but not enough to leave any bruising;
leaving marks was bad for business.  He reached down to the teen's
developing tits and took hold of her nipple and gave it a savage twist. 
The slut screamed and her hands came down from her head to hold onto his
hand.  "Let go!" she screamed at him.

   Dan complied.  Letting go of her nipple, he went to the button of her
jeans, quickly unfastening it and, with practised ease, he pulled down her
trousers.  Celia let out a strangled sob and her hands went to her jeans.

   Dan shoved the teen to the floor, then pushed himself down on top of the
girl and, using one arm to keep her pinned to the floor, he used the other
to pull down her jeans.  Celia screamed and struggled for every inch of her
jeans but Dan just grinned at the girl.  He liked it when they struggled.
Finally he managed to pull her jeans off of one leg.  That was good enough
for him and he took hold of her white cotton knickers tearing them from her
body.  "No!" screamed the girl, "get off of me!"

   "I bet you wish you'd let your daddy rape you now bitch," he snarled at
her.

   Dan reached down to release his cock from his own trousers and pressed
it against the struggling girl's opening.  He pushed the head inside until
his cock rested against her hymen.  "STOP IT!" she screamed, "NO!"

   Danny liked to rip into first timers slowly.  He started to apply
pressure against the girl's hymen, her screams soon turned to ones of pain,
her head thrust back and she took in short gasping breaths.  Then her hymen
finally gave in, and Dan thrust deep inside the dry virgin cunt.

   The girl's struggles became less desperate and her screams choked off in
sobs as the girl resigned herself to her fate.  Dan pulled out several
inches and thrust back in.  "Please!" the small teen cried.

   Dan started to pound the girl's cunt, his forced fuck made easier as the
blood lubricated the hole.  The sobbing and crying was getting to Dan and
he fucked the slut harder.  Picking up speed he pounded the cunt as hard as
he could.  He loved the screams and the look of pain on her sweet face.

   Buried deep inside the girl, Dan reached to her jumper and pulled it up
and over her head, pulling it from her struggling form He wanted to see her
face.  He loved the look of terror in her eyes.  Dan grabbed hold of her
training bra and pulled at it.  The material resisted for a moment then
tore exposing her pert teenage breasts.  Celia screamed and her hands
hugged at her chest.  Dan reached over and slapped the girl across the
face. "Get your fucking arms down" he shouted at her.

   "NO!" screamed Celia.

   Dan slapped her again, then again.  With both hands he slapped at the
girl's face, throwing her head from one side then to the other.  He kept it
up on the screaming girl until her hands came off of her tits to cover her
face.  Dan took his chance then and grabbed both of her tits and, crushing
them in his hands, he twisted and pulled at them.  Celia's hands came back
to her tits and tried to pull his hands off of her.

   Dan could feel himself starting to draw near to the edge, so he let the
girl's tits go and, reaching around her, he held Celia tight and pumped
into the slut as hard as he could.  The teen started to scream again as he
pounded into her cunt.  Dan grunted as he flew over the edge and his cock
started to jerk inside the girl.  That just encouraged Dan to go faster. 
He gave a final long grunt and filled the crying girl with his seed.

   He sighed and lay on top of the child to get his breath back.  She
sobbed quietly with her head resting on his shoulder.  "It's okay," said
Dan soothingly.  "The first rape is always the worst.  It'll get easier
with time.  Who knows you might even enjoy it."

   Of course that did little to calm Celia down under him, but Dan didn't
really care.  He gave that little speech to all his rape victims. 
"Actually, according to my daughter, the first gang rape is the worse of
the lot," he said.

   Dan pulled himself off of the girl, retrieved his cattle prod, and took
the liberty to admire his work.  He loved the look of a virgin after her
first rape.  She lay sprawled on the floor, her hair a mess and her legs
spread giving a great view of her sparsely covered little cunt.  He loved
to watch blood and cum drip from their cunts.  She just lay there crying,
her hands desperately trying to cover her tits.  Much more of that and he'd
have to fuck her again.  Dan didn't want to waste his energy.  Another of
his girls had kidnapped a five-year-old boy he needed to attend to that
night as well.  So he'd just have to get this one into the truck.  He
pushed the cattle prod between her thighs and pressed the button.

   Celia screamed and her body jerked, she pulled away from the prod and
screamed at him.  "FUCK OFF!  Leave me alone."

   Dan kept calm.  "You will stand up and you will take off the rest of
your clothes...all of them," he said.

   "Go away," moaned the girl.

   Dan pressed the prod to the teen again and gave her another shock.  "Do
it slut," he growled at her and started to zap her with the prod
repeatedly.

   Through her cries and struggles Celia finally screamed, "OKAY,
stop...please!"

   Dan stopped his assault and stared at the sobbing teenager who started
to strip off her tattered clothing.

   All that was left on her were shoes and socks, and her tattered bra and
blouse, so it was mere seconds before she was completely naked.  The girl
stood up with her hands trying desperately to keep her modesty.

   "You know, slut, I can never understand you people," said Dan.  "I've
just fucking raped you and you are worried about me seeing your cunt and
tits.  Put your arms down now."

   Celia looked at him and bit her lip.  Slowly, she put her hands to her
sides.  Dan approached the girl.  She flinched but didn't move.  "Well at
least you are a quick learner," muttered Dan.  "Okay, turn around and put
your hands behind your back."

   Celia nodded and turned around with her hands behind her back.  Dan took
a cable tie from his pocket and used it to secure her wrists together. 
"P...Please sir what are you doing?" the girl moaned.

   "Don't worry love," said Dan.  "I'm not going to hurt you as long as you
do what you are told.  Now I've got some more business to take care of
tonight so I'm just going to store you until I get back."

   "But what are you going to do to me?" she moaned.

   "If you are compliant I won't kill you, if that's what you mean," said
Dan.  He turned the girl back around and took hold of her arm.  "Come on
now, love," and he lead her from the room.

   Dan pushed Celia down the corridor, the girl sobbed the entire time
until he led her into the employee's car park.  Very few people ever used
it and Dan had made sure the cameras were off at this moment.  A single
vehicle sat near the door Dan had come through.  It was a large heavy goods
truck.  Dan led the naked girl behind the truck and unlocked the back. 
"Now up you get," he commanded.

   Celia peered into the dark truck, it looked like a transport for
animals. Cages stacked three high lined both walls with a small corridor
between them.  Celia could see that only two of them were occupied, though
not by animals.  By two girls.  The first of them couldn't have been older
than four and probably a little younger.  She was unconscious and fully
dressed.  The other was about nine or ten, naked and crying, huddled in her
cage.  Both girls wore gags in their mouths.  Dan lifted Celia up and
climbed up behind her.  He picked up a gag from a box at the end of the
truck, and held it up in front of Celia.  "Open up love.  I can't have you
screaming."

   Celia looked at the two girls, then at the man still carrying the cattle
prod, and opened her mouth.  Dan pushed the gag through her teeth and
fastened it behind her head.  "There you go.  You are a good girl," he said
and patted her head.

   Danny reached down and unlocked one of the cages.  "Get in," he ordered.

   With a quiet sob, the girl got to her knees, crawled into the small cage
and Dan locked her in.  "Now I suggest you get some sleep, love.  I'll be
back soon," he said, before leaving the truck, locking it back down.

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