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The Psychopath and His Toys chapter 11 (M/ffgg, pedo, rape, tort, nc, snuff, implied cannib)
By Alocer Loki 2001

DISCLAIMER:
	This story is not for everyone and will contain some quite 
	graphical depictions of girls and more specifically 
	CHILDREN in EXTREME sexual situations.
	These may include but are not limited torape, 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 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.
Alocer Loki

Authors Note: I am once again I find myslef having to say thank you to my good 
friend John Kirk, for his time taken to edit this story.

Chapter 11

Hanna's hoarse screams still filled the room when Paul returned. Her tiny body 
thrashed desperately, pulling against her bonds. "Aww, little slut," he said. 
"You won't break them. I couldn't break them. Come on.  Time I hurt you more."

Paul laughed, as the child's efforts grew more desperate. "No!" she rasped.

"Oh yes, and look what I found for you," said Paul.

Paul dangled the soldering iron over the child's face, barely inches from her 
nose. Hanna's eyes went almost impossibly wide as she recognised what it was. 
"Oh no. Please no sir," she gasped. "Don't burn me."

Paul grinned and nodded. "Yes fuck toy," he said.

Hanna squealed as her body started to pull at the straps again with all the 
might her little frame could muster. It wasn't enough.  This child's bones would 
have broken before the straps did. Paul left her to it as he plugged the 
soldering iron into the socket. Trailing the lead across the floor, he leant 
over the child.  "You know what, babysex?" he asked.  "I'm gonna burn your 
little cunt with this."

"Oh no," cried Hanna.

Paul chuckled to himself and placed the tip against her stomach. It would take a 
little while to heat up to fully, but already it seared into the child's smooth 
and sensitive skin.

Hanna howled in pain. Paul lifted the iron and pressed it into her belly button. 
The tiny body convulsed and thrashed about. Paul laughed.  He loved burning 
children. There were few things he liked better. Paul lifted the soldering iron 
from her tummy and leant down close to her face. The child caught her breath as 
her eyes locked onto Paul. "I want you to choose if you want me to burn your 
nipples or your cunt," he said.

"Don't," murmured Hanna, begging.

Paul's grin widened across his face. "Ah darling," he said, "you spoil me. You 
want me to do both."

"No," said Hanna with a little more conviction.

Ignoring the child's plea, Paul placed the tip of the soldering iron against her 
damaged left nipple. The scream cut through Paul like a knife, making his ears 
hurt. He shivered. Screams were so nice, so beautiful.

Paul lifted the soldering iron and looked down at the dark red burn left on her 
tiny nipple. Much more and this kid wouldn't have nipples left to play with. He 
laughed at that thought. It was nothing more than this child deserved. He placed 
the iron against the other nipple and then laid the length of the rod down 
across her chest. The small body thrashed and jerked, desperately trying to get 
away from the burning. 

Hanna drew in short erratic breaths to be screamed out from a surely sore and 
damaged throat. Paul laughed; he liked damaging children. Slowly, he pulled the 
soldering iron down her body leaving a deep burnt groove in its wake.

The light glistened from the child's sweatsoaked body. Paul could feel the flesh 
sizzle under the iron. He pulled it down over her stomach, stopping only an inch 
from Hanna's cunt. "Time for your cunt now babyfuck," he said. "It's going to 
hurt like hell."

Hanna just kept screaming. Paul doubted that she heard him.  He had barely hear, 
himself. Lifting the soldering iron from her belly, Paul used one hand to pull 
open her cunt. He chuckled to himself as he looked down on the sensitive pink 
skin.  He placed the tip of the iron against the soft cunt tissue. The child's 
body jolted for several moments then went still. Paul sighed "why do they have 
to do that?"

Putting the soldering iron down, he checked Hanna's pulse. It was a little fast 
but at least she was still alive. Paul sighed.  The fucking whore really knew 
how to spoil a perfectly good torture session.

Unplugging the soldering iron, Paul put it down on the bench, before freeing 
Hanna's body from the table and picking her up.  He threw the limp form over his 
shoulder and carried her from the room.

Paul took the unconscious child back to the holding room. As soon as he entered, 
Beth scrambled to the rear of the cage. Paul smiled at her but said nothing, as 
he put Hanna on the floor. Taking out the keys, he opened the cage before 
pushing the child's unconscious body inside. "Beth. Get out," he commanded.

The child's terrified eyes darted between Hanna and Paul. Taking a deep breath, 
the nine yearold girl headed for the front of the cage.

*****

The darkness was endless, absolute, distant yet close, and claustrophobic. The 
pain was there.  It was always there. It was everywhere, hitting from all sides 
and deep inside.  It bored to her very soul. Yet she liked it. Not the constant 
agony, but everything, and the pain was part of that. 

Alice laughed. Just for a split second because it hurt her ribs to laugh.  She 
had to be crazy, she thought.  "What kind of sick bitch would get off on this?" 
she spoke silently.

The silence answered her. This was the worst part. So complete, it enveloped 
her. Every now and then the pipes would clink but those strange quiet distant 
sounds were few and far between. Alice extended her arm to touch the opposite 
wall. That was the door. Or at least she thought it was the door. It was 
disorientating being in a round pipe in absolute darkness. How long had it been? 
Hours? Days? 

It had to be hours, albeit countless hours. Alice laughed again.  For all she 
knew, she had been in here for five minutes, or fifty hours. It felt like days, 
but Alice doubted it. She had slept twice since Paul had looked in on her but 
that was an imperfect way to judge time.

The key turned in the lock. The loud crunching sound was a change from the bleak 
silence. Alice stood up. Despite the pain which shot through her broken ribs, 
she righted herself, determined not to fall out onto the floor again.  A crack 
of light appeared to her left and within moments it engulfed the pipe. Alice 
closed her eyes against this new source of pain but turned to face it. She 
wouldn't talk. Not again. "Alice?"  The voice was Becky's.

Relief and disappointment merged, and Alice sighed. She still didn't speak. This 
could be a trick.

"It's okay," said Becky. "He's not here."

Alice remained silent as she forced herself to open her eyes.  Despite the pain 
from the light, she needed to see, needed to be sure.  Becky stood in the 
doorway, almost filling it.  It didn't look like master was there. "I shouldn't 
speak," said Alice, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't speak."

Alice crouched slightly and took a step forwards. Pain laced through her side 
again and she put a hand to her ribs. She stepped from the pipe and looked 
around.  He definitely wasn't there. "Can I have a drink please?" she asked.

Becky was frowning.  The teenager's face was a mask of concern. "God, 
yes...sure...anything."

"Thank you," gasped Alice.

Becky took hold of Alice's free arm and positioned herself under her. "Do your 
tits hurt?" she asked.

Alice looked down at the metal skewers welded into her flesh and nodded.  "Yes," 
she said, "a lot.  My ribs hurt the most.  I...they...they are broken."

Becky nodded. "God," she breathed. "Come on.  I have to get you cleaned up."

"Drink," gasped Alice.  "I am so thirsty."

Becky nodded. "Yes, I'll get you a drink first."

Becky started to pull Alice towards the door.  The young teen cried out in pain 
as she was pulled two steps.  "Wait," sobbed Alice.  "It hurts...everything 
hurts."

"Oh god, I am so sorry.  I didn't think," said Becky.  The girl started off 
again, but slowly. Leading Alice, rather than pulling her.

Alice followed as best she could but her muscles weren't working properly.  They 
had no strength. She followed Becky.  She trusted Becky.  The doctor's daughter 
was probably the closest thing she had to a friend now.  But, even so, she was a 
captive too.  Or maybe a trustee slave, but she was still more concerned with 
pleasing Master than with Alice's wellbeing.  Alice couldn't blame her. She'd do 
the same if she were in Becky's position.  Still it was hard not to hold some 
resentment towards the pretty teen.

Alice knew where she was going.  She recognised the hallway.  They were heading 
towards the showers.  At least there was water in the showers.  Alice couldn't 
remember ever being so thirsty.  She needed a drink, anything.  She'd welcome 
the girl's piss right now.  Alice was surprised when the girl opened the door 
opposite the showers.  The bathroom.  Alice stumbled in after the teen and 
smiled when she saw the sink.  Letting go of Becky's arm, she stumbled to it 
and, hunched over, pushed her lips around the tap.  She fumbled with it for a 
second before she managed to start the water flowing.  The jet of previous 
liquid filled her mouth and Alice gulped it down as quickly as she could.  She 
knew she shouldn't but couldn't help herself.

Alice could feel Becky's hands running over her body.  She felt a little better.  
The water was good.  Alice groaned, and rubbed her body against Becky.  The 
teen's hands moved between her legs and rubbed against Alice's cunt.  "Play with 
me," she moaned. "I am a fuck toy. Fuck me."

As the words left her mouth, a new meaning for them formed in her blurry mind.  
She *was* a toy, to be played with by a rough and careless boy, put away after 
playtime, and thrown away when broken.  Alice certainly felt broken.  Standing 
up straight, she turned to Becky.  The teen held three tablets in her hands.  
Alice groaned when she saw them.  She had no idea what drugs she'd been fed and 
injected with since she had got there.  "Do I have to?" she asked.

Becky nodded. "I will be in deep shit if you pass out on him tonight. He's in a 
good mood."

"A good mood is bad?" asked Alice.

Becky nodded.  "He really hurts you when he is in a good mood. He's been 
torturing Hanna for most of the day."

Alice lowered her head.  Her sisters.  They hadn't even crossed her mind since 
she'd been put in the tube. She felt guilty.  "What are they, then?" she asked.

"Stimulants my mother gave him," said Becky.  "I don't know what.  I know they 
aren't good for you, but I don't have a choice."

Alice reached out and took the tablets.  Placing them in her mouth, she used 
some more water from the tap to swallow them.  She was so tired, but if Master 
wanted to play with her that night, it would be better if she could stay awake.

When she turned back to Becky, the teen leant forwards.  Alice parted her lips 
and let the teen kiss her.  Her tongue felt...weird.  It was smooth and lumpy.  
Alice had seen the scars littering its surface, of course, but feeling them was 
something different.  Becky pulled away and smiled. "Oh god, you are so 
beautiful," she moaned.  "Come on I need to wash you. Master said."

Alice nodded and let herself be led into the shower room.

*****

Paul whistled as he held onto Beth's hand, leading the little girl down the 
corridor. The child held onto the steak knife with her free hand, staring 
constantly at the serrated blade. "Now doll face, what are you going to do with 
that?" asked Paul.

"I have to cut the metal things from Alice's boobs," whispered Beth.

Paul laughed.  It was good to hear her say that.  "And what happens if she 
doesn't let you do it?" he asked.

Beth was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. "Then you are going 
to cut off my f-fingers," she squealed.  Tears dripped from the little girl's 
deep brown eyes.

Paul grinned and stroked the child's black hair. "That's right honey, and after 
I've done that. I'll push the knife into your bum and cut it open."

Beth let out a high pitched moan.  Paul pushed the little girl into the shower 
room where Alice was propped against the far wall, one hand holding her damaged 
ribs and the other braced against the wall.  Her chest was rising and falling 
rapidly.  The mixture of pain and ecstasy on the teen's face was something Paul 
had grown used to during the days he'd owned her body.  She liked pain too much.  
Becky was kneeling in front of the girl, her face buried in her cunt. 
Considering that she was a permanent slave to Anne, Paul guessed that the teen's 
tongue would be a good fuck instrument.

Paul leant down to Beth and whispered into the child's ear. "Go tell Alice what 
you've got to do."

Beth took several steps forward.  She opened her mouth and, with as much 
conviction as the nine-year-old could muster, said "I have to cut the things 
from your boobs."  Beth's voice lost its confidence, trailing quietly away, as 
Alice's eyes snapped open.

Alice looked at her little sister with an unbelieving, horror-filled expression.  
The child held the small serrated knife with both hands.  She looked between the 
girl and Paul desperately.  Paul could see in her eyes that the stimulants had 
taken effect. "Tell her why you have to do it," said Paul.

"Because Sir will cut my fingers off if I don't," moaned Beth.

"Oh god," moaned Alice. "You're fucking mad.  Stop it, don't make her do 
it...Beth give me the knife."

Becky scrambled across the floor, trying to get away from Alice.  It was the 
drugs speaking for sure.  Paul wondered if Becky had, in fact, slipped Alice one 
of her 'happy pills'.  It didn't matter.  It had been a while since Alice had 
shown any fight.  Beth squealed. "No," she screamed, "Sir will cut open my belly 
if I let go of the knife..."  The small girl burst into tears. "PLEASE Alice, 
let me cut your boobs. I don't want him to cut off my fingers, pleeeeaaaassse!"

"Don't make her," cried Alice. "Ooh god, please stop it."

Paul laughed. "And here was me thinking you might actually care for your sister 
enough to do it," he said.  "Sorry Beth.  She had her chance.  I'm going to have 
to cut your fingers off. Because your evil, nasty, bad sister won't let you cut 
up her filthy tits."

"PLEASE Alice!" cried Beth.

Paul reached into his pocket and took out the small pair of pruning sheers. 
"Come here, Beth."

"God!" screamed Alice.  "No!  You can't...she can cut me...god...she can do it."

"Shut up!" shouted Paul. "You had your fucking chance."

Beth looked up at Paul as the tears streamed down her cheeks.  Alice threw 
herself at Paul's feet.  Paul cringed as the teen cried out.  With her broken 
ribs, that had to hurt.  "Please master, let my sister cut me...please...I'll do 
anything...don't cut her fingers off," she sobbed.

"It's too late but, considering you asked so nicely," he said, "I'll make you a 
deal. She is going to lose one finger.  Nothing you can say will alter that.  
You say one word about it and I'll cut all of them off.  If you can hold still 
while she cuts them out, I will only one cut one off.  Each time you touch your 
tits, Beth will lose a finger.  Also, if you touch your tits AT ALL, you are 
dead. I will kill you today."

Alice stared at the man in silence and nodded.  "Yes master," she whispered.  
She didn't have any choice.  "Please don't kill me..." breaking off in a series 
of loud sobs.

"Get up on your knees and put your arms behind your back," said Paul.

"I hate you!" screamed Beth. "I want you to die."

Alice pulled herself up and stared at her sister.  Paul could see the disbelief 
in her eyes.  "Oh god, Bethy don't say that," she said.

"It's all your fault.  I don't want my fingers cut off," shrieked the child.

Paul laughed. "Sorry Beth, we gave her a choice and she chose that you should 
have one of your fingers cut off."

"It's not fair...it's her fault," said Beth, glaring at Alice.  "Let me cut you, 
Alice."

Alice sobbed and leant back, pushing out her breasts.  The six skewers glinted 
in the light.  With a shaky hand, Beth took hold of one of them and pulled on 
it.  She placed the knife at the top of the breast and cut into it.  As the skin 
tore under the blade, Paul felt his cock growing hard.  As if she had read his 
mind, Becky scrambled across the floor to take his cock into her mouth.  Paul 
groaned as he watched the preteen saw at her sister's breast.

Alice lasted all of ten seconds before her hands came down to grab hold of her 
bleeding tit. "Alice!" screamed Beth, "you fucking cow!"

"Beth..." sobbed Alice.

"Oh dear," said Paul with a snicker. "It looks like that's two fingers from 
Beth's dainty little hands...and...oh yes...something about killing you, I 
recall.  Sorry Alice, you had your chance."

In a fit of panic, Alice reached towards the knife.  Beth pulled away quickly. 

"Hey," said Paul. "You try that again and I'll slice the brat open right here. 
That is, after I cut her fingers off.  Do you want to watch your little sister 
have her belly split open?"

"Please stop it," cried Alice. "I don't want to die."

"Put your hands up," said Paul.

Alice did as she was told, perhaps with the vague notion there was a chance he 
might change his mind about killing her.  Beth took hold of the skewer and 
pulled on it.  The last shreds of skin resisted for only a second before the 
metal tore from her.  Alice screamed as it was pulled out. Beth took hold of the 
second one.  "Don't move," she told Alice and cut into the flesh.

As the steak knife cut into her breast, Alice screamed again and grabbed onto 
the tit.  "Oh Alice stop it," cried Beth. "Stop it!"

"I can't, Bethy," sobbed Alice.

"STOP IT, YOU BITCH!" screamed Beth.

Paul looked down at Becky.  Her eyes were screwed shut, and she sucked 
desperately on his cock. She was as white as a sheet.  "What's up, Rebecca?" he 
asked. "You just wait until I kill her."

Alice stared at Paul. "Please don't kill me," she whimpered.

"Well, somebody's going to die," said Paul.  "I'm in the mood for it. I'll let 
you choose. If you want Beth to die, try taking the knife again. If YOU want to 
die, don't."

"Oh god," moaned Alice. "Oh my god, don't kill me."

"Take your hands away," screamed Beth.

Alice moved her hands.  Beth, with a small cry, grabbed the skewer and tore the 
knife through her sister's tit, cutting it out.  Alice screamed and pushed her 
arms backwards, locking her hands together behind her.

Remarkably, though most likely in a desperate attempt to save her sister, Alice 
didn't move again.  She screamed constantly and loudly as the nine year old girl 
cut away at her tits with the steak knife.

Little Beth looked quite seductive, stood there with her hands and body smeared 
and speckled with blood.  Paul put his hand on Becky's head pulling the teen 
from his cock.  "Okay Beth, you can give me the knife now, honey," he said.

Beth turned her back on Alice and padded over to Paul, handing him the knife.  
He smiled at her. "You are a good girl," he said.  "Too bad I've got to cut your 
fingers off."

"Oh please Sir, don't," sobbed Beth.

"It's Alice's fault.  She shouldn't have moved," said Paul.

Beth turned back to Alice. "I'm glad you're going to die," Beth shouted at the 
teen.

"Don't say that, Beth," Alice sobbed.

"Its true," cried the child.

"Get up, Alice, quickly," said Paul.

"Why?" sobbed Alice. "You're going to kill me anyway, so what's the point?"

"Let me explain it to you, slut," said Paul.  "You do as you are fucking well 
told.  Or little Bethy here gets gutted.  It's simple.  You die either way.  
Your choice is whether the little one gets it, too."

Alice sniffed back her tears and climbed to her feet.  Paul curled his right 
hand into a fist and struck the teen in her already broken ribs.  Alice 
collapsed with an ear-piercing scream.  "Don't you ever question me again," he 
shouted.  "Get up."

Alice held onto her ribs and cried.  Paul kicked the teen in her other side.  
Alice yelled and rolled over.  Slowly she uncurled and pulled herself upright.  
Her face was a mask of pain.  It looked like it was hurting her to breathe.  
Paul smiled at her.  "That's better.  Now, all of you follow me.  Becky, it's 
your job to make Alice keep up," he said.  "Do it however you want."

Paul reached down and, taking Beth's hand, led the child from the room.  "Do you 
know what, babybumsex?" he said.  "I'm going to make you kill Alice."

Beth looked up at Paul.  "Good," she said.  "I don't want my fingers cut off."

"It's too late, honey," he said. 

"B...but I'll kill her good," moaned Beth.

Paul laughed. "I know you will, tiny cunt," he said.

Paul led the three girls into a chamber next to the 'play room'.  A large bench 
stood in the middle of the room, much like the one used to hold Hanna down 
earlier, though this one was larger and the restraints were made of steel.  No 
telling what a girl could do when she was faced with death.  "Becky," said Paul, 
"tie the slut down.  Just her arms.  I want access to her cunt and arse for a 
little bit."

"Yes master," said Becky. 

The teenager helped Alice across the room and up onto the bench.  She almost had 
to lift Alice onto it.  "Come on, Alice.  Please lay down."

Alice looked across the room at Paul.  Blood was flowing freely from the many 
wounds on the fourteen year old's small tits.  Alice sighed, laid her self down 
across the bench, and let Becky tie her arms.  Paul turned to Beth.  "Do you 
want to take a piss in her mouth?" he asked.  "I'll let you, if you want to."

Beth grinned and nodded.

Paul laughed and lifted the child onto the bench.  Beth stood with one leg 
either side of Alice's face and squatted.  "Make sure you drink it all, Alice," 
said Paul.

Alice opened her mouth wide and, almost instantly, Beth sprayed the hot yellow 
urine into it. Alice gulped it down as quickly as possible, though not quick 
enough to stop her mouth overfilling and her face getting covered in piss.  
"Push your cunt onto her face," said Paul. "You want her to drink it."

Beth did as she was told, with the piss still spraying from her cunt pressed 
against Alice's mouth.  "Drink it, you cunt," shouted the child as she started 
to grind her cunt into her sisters face.

Paul glanced at Becky.  The teen dropped to her knees, crawled in front of him 
and, opening her mouth, the fifteen year old girl took his cock straight down 
her throat.  Beth's piss ran out of her elder sister's mouth but she stayed on 
Alice's face, rubbing her cunt in.  The child was breathing heavily, obviously 
enjoying the sensation of Alice's tongue.  Paul let the child enjoy it for a few 
minutes before he said "You know what, Alice?  I don't think you've had my fist 
up your cunt yet.  We've got to change that, before you die.  Open your legs 
wide, slut."

Alice's legs opened.  Paul smiled in wonder that, although the bitch was quite 
probably in shock, she would do anything to save her sister.  Even when it was 
that same sister that was going to kill her.  He pulled his cock from Becky's 
mouth and moved round in front of the bench.  Her cunt was small and still 
tight.  She might have been the oldest of the captives but she had been a virgin 
when she had arrived, and she was only fourteen, and small for fourteen at that.

Paul pushed two fingers straight up inside the slut's sopping cunt.  Not 
surprising after the tonguing she had received from Becky.  Paul pushed a third 
finger in.  She wasn't going to like having his hand inside her very much.  He 
put his fourth finger to the hole, tucked his thumb in and started to push.  It 
was very tight.  Alice started to moan around Beth's cunt.  Gasps and cries of 
pain could be heard from the teen as Paul forced his hand inside her.  He 
wouldn't have been surprised if her cunt tore, it was so tight around him.  
"Becky," he said.  "Go to the store cupboard.  I want the metal pipe.  It's in a 
box somewhere.  Also, there is a large steel plug with points on one end and a 
screw on the other.  Bring that as well.  Oh yes... and there should be a steam 
iron in there.  You know, the thing used to iron clothes.

"Yes Sir," said Becky.  The teen got to her feet and left the room.

Paul turned his attention back to Alice. The girl's body, smeared with sweat, 
was tensed, probably from the pain in her cunt.  He shifted forwards again, 
burying his hand inside her. Alice screamed around Beth's cunt.  "Don't tell me 
you don't like this," he laughed.  Had her death not been looming, he suspected 
that she would indeed like it. 

Alice said something but, whatever it was, Beth's cunt muffled it.  Sisterly 
love is always so nice to see.  At that moment, Becky returned carrying the 
three items.  "Put them on the floor," said Paul.  "Not the pipe.  I want you to 
push it into her cunt as soon as I take my hand out. Plug the iron into the 
wall."

Becky put the plug and iron pipe on the floor then plugged the steam iron into 
the mains before picking up the pipe again and standing up.  The pipe was just 
that.  A cylinder of metal, three inches in diameter and completely hollow.  
"You will force it in as deep as possible, okay?" he ordered.

"Yes Sir," said Becky.

Curling his hand into a fist, Paul started to pull.  Alice's cunt was like a 
vacuum, pulling to keep his fist inside.  Putting his weight on it, Paul started 
to heave out of her.  She screamed as her cunt expanded around his fist.  Paul 
gave one final pull and his hand tore free of her cunt.  Alice's scream was 
muffled by Beth pressing her cunt down into her face.  As soon as Paul was clear 
of Alice, Becky moved in and pushed the pipe inside the crying teenager, forcing 
the hollow tube as far in as it would go.

"Right," said Paul. "Now I want you to lift her legs so that we can get this 
plug inside her."

Becky lifted Alice's legs up, allowing Paul access to her arse.  "Sir," asked 
Becky, "will it fit?"

Paul took the steak knife from his pocket. "It will."

The plug was extremely large.  Almost three inches thick at the widest point.  
It ended in a set of three spikes so close together that they looked almost like 
one.  On the other end was a handle on a bolt.  When the handle was turned the 
spikes would splay outwards, tearing through her insides.

Paul put the plug against the teenager's tight arsehole.  Becky was right.  
There was little chance of it fitting inside this teenager.  With a bigger, 
grown up woman, it might have been possible but not a small girl like Alice.  He 
gave the plug to Becky and took his knife.  The idea was to slice through the 
sphincter, top and bottom and both sides then let the plug tear her open for the 
rest of its journey.  Alice screamed and her legs started to thrash as Paul 
pushed the knife in for the first cut.  "Keep her fucking still," he spat.  
"Pull her legs back further."

Becky climbed up onto the bench, straddled Alice's chest and pulled her legs 
backwards to allow more access to the teen's arsehole.  Paul withdrew the knife 
and turned the blade around to slice through the opposite side of the muscle.  
Alice's screams, even muffled and hoarse, were quite staggering.  Paul made two 
more incisions as blood pooled in her crack.  It looked nice.  He reached up and 
took the plug back from Becky.  "Now, Alice," he said, "this is going to hurt a 
fuck of a lot."

He pushed against the muscle.  Despite being sliced open, it held for few 
seconds before tearing. The scream was phenomenal and her whole body shook as 
she tried to move.  Becky was forced to hold on for dear life.  Beth gave a 
little squeal. "She bit me," she cried. 

Paul laughed. "Well you can get your own back when you kill her," he said. "You 
can let her legs go now, Becky. I need to stop her tits bleeding."

Becky let go and Alice's legs fell down.  Becky climbed from the bench and 
helped Beth off, as well.  The two girls stood watching Alice's chest rise and 
fall, quickly, in panic.  The pain she suffered was evident in her face.  Paul 
lifted up the iron.  Alice let out a choked cry.  She might have been trying to 
say something but Paul couldn't understand what.  "Becky," he said.  "Go up to 
the kitchen and boil me some water.  Bring down the kettle so I can make sure 
it's hot enough when I need to use it."

"Yes Sir," said Becky, and she left the room.

Paul turned back to Alice, who's eyes were locked in fear.  "Oh, don't worry.  
I'm not going to pour the water ON you," he said, and pressed the iron down 
against her tit.

It was large enough to cover the whole breast.  Alice thrashed about and tried 
to scream but the noise that came from her damaged throat was more like a 
strangled gasp.

Paul held the iron in place for several seconds before lifting it off.  Well, 
her tit didn't look particularly attractive any more but at least it had stopped 
bleeding.  Paul chuckled to himself and pressed the iron down again onto her 
other tit.  Her reaction was slightly more subdued but no less amusing.  Her 
body still thrashed and she attempted to scream yet again.  If she wasn't about 
to die, Paul thought, she would have had a horse voice for the rest of her life.  
She had to have damaged her throat.  He paused and chuckled to himself.  She WAS 
going to be hoarse for the rest of her life.

Paul lifted up the iron and leered at her ruined tits.  His hand went down to 
stroke his cock. She did look good like that.  Becky pushed open the door and 
entered with the kettle.

"Plug it in and boil it again," he said.

"Yes Sir."

Paul turned to Beth.  "Come here, honey.  I want to feel you."

Beth stumbled forwards and Paul ran his hands over the preteen's body.  "You are 
cute," he said. "I want you to sit on Alice's face again but, this time, with 
your bum over her mouth."

Beth smiled and put her arms up to let Paul lift her onto the bench.  Once again 
straddling her sister's body, she lowered her arse onto Alice's mouth.  "Lick 
it," commanded Beth.  The child giggled as Alice did what she was told.

Paul moved around Alice to her arse and turned the screw on the plug right 
around once.  Alice's body went rigid as the iron spikes dug into the walls of 
her rectum.  A little wider and they would begin to cut through the long narrow 
muscle.  Paul gave it another half a turn. 

The kettle clicked off.  Paul grabbed hold of Alice's legs and pulled them 
upwards a little. "Okay, fill it up," he said, nodding to the hollow tube 
exuding from the teenager's cunt.

"But..." started Becky.

"You or her.  Choose now," said Paul.

Becky pulled the plug from the back of the kettle, and moved over to Alice.  
"Won't it kill her?" she asked.

"Oh, maybe," sighed Paul.  "But that's why she's been drugged up. To keep her 
from dying too quickly.  Now, pour."

Becky pulled the tube up a little and put the kettle spout to the hole.  Then, 
tipping it up, she let the boiling water pour inside.  Alice suddenly went 
hysterical.  Her legs thrashed around, her arms pulled at her chains, and her 
whole body twisted.  Beth stood up to avoid her sister.  As soon as her mouth 
was free, Alice screamed, constantly screamed.  Her damaged throat made it sound 
eerie but the shrill screech was a sure sign of how much pain the girl was 
feeling.  Her whole insides must have felt like they were being melted away.  
Paul laughed.  His cock stood up hard.  He needed something to fuck and looked 
down at Alice.  She was still beautiful.  Even more so, now that her face was 
twisted in constant agony.

Well, she was about to die.  He'd be doing her a favour.  Too bad she only had 
one good hole left, though.  With his keys, Paul unlocked the handcuffs from the 
bench but kept them attached to Alice's hands. 

He pulled Alice up right and the still boiling water spilled from her cunt.  She 
stared at him from a very great distance.  She was in shock.  "I'm going to fuck 
your mouth one last time." 

Alice opened her mouth and tried to speak but all that came out was a quiet, 
almost inaudible rasp.  Paul pushed the girl down to her knees in front of him.  
"Becky, hold her up.  I want a decent fuck."

"Yes Sir."  Becky moved behind Alice to hold her body straight. 

Alice opened her mouth, presumably to try and speak again, but wanted his balls 
emptied, not more pleading.  With that thought, he shoved his cock down to the 
back of her throat and began to rock back and forth, slamming his cock in and 
out of her throat.  Alice managed a few choked gasps as Paul fucked her face. It 
was very good.

He humped her throat for the best part of ten minutes before removing his cock 
from her mouth. Alice's glazed eyes stared up at him.  Tears streamed down her 
face and agony was still the only emotion that showed.  Paul liked agony.

He smiled and walked to the side of the room to collect the rope that was hung 
by a hook on the wall.  He tied one end to the centre of the handcuffs and threw 
the other end over one of the ceiling hooks.  Pulling the rope down caused Alice 
to stand up with it.  All he wanted was for her to stand up straight.  He pulled 
the rope down until Alice stood, leaning on her own arms. She looked like a 
pathetic wreck.  She was of no more use to him other than to die.  Alice would 
look very sexy, dying.

After tieing off the rope to the wall, Paul moved behind the slut and twisted 
the screw in the plug around several times.  Alice's body started to shake and 
again she tried to scream as the iron spikes ripped through her rectum.  She'd 
die, anyway, soon.  "Becky," said Paul.  "I need a knife and the blow torch from 
the other room.  A big knife.  Now...run."

"Yes Master," said Becky and she bolted quickly from the room. 

Paul turned to Beth.  "Come here and suck me off," he told the girl.  "I need to 
cum, badly.  I want to do it in your mouth."

Beth moved forward and, dropping to her knees in front of Paul, she put her 
mouth around his cock.  As he took hold of her hair in both hands, Beth made a 
loud groan and sucked in a deep breath.  She knew what was about to happen.  
Paul liked that.  He slammed his cock into the back of her throat and kept 
forcing it down.  It was so tight in there.  Her throat was amazing.  That was 
enough to drive him over the edge and he pulled his cock out in time to spray 
his cum onto the sobbing child's face.  "That's a good girl."

The door opened and Becky came back, in holding the blowtorch and a large 
kitchen knife.  "Give Beth the knife," said Paul.

Becky handed the small nine year old the large blade then handed the blowtorch 
to Paul who lit it and adjusted the nozzle until there was a long orange flame.  
Not as hot as it could be but he wanted a long flame for this.  "Okay Bethy," 
said Paul.  "Stand in front of your sister and, when I say 'now', I want you to 
stab her in the belly."

Beth nodded and moved around until she stood in front of Alice.  Paul took his 
blowtorch behind the teen.  Kneeling down behind her, he twisted the screw on 
the blood-smeered plug until it was at its widest.  She wouldn't last much 
longer.  He lifted the torch and directed the flame up the tube buried in her 
cunt.  It took a second and then the teen threw back her head and screamed one 
last huge scream.  "NOW!" shouted Paul.

Beth lunged forwards with the knife. 

Alice fell silent.

Paul grinned with lust and turned off the torch.  He stood up and walked round 
to Beth, stood stock still looking at the knife buried in her sister's belly.  
Alice was still alive but barely. Paul stood behind Beth, took hold of her hands 
with his and forced the knife downwards.  Then cut to the side, opening the 
teen's stomach for her little sister.  Letting go of Beth's hands, he took hold 
of Alice's stomach and pulled it open and laughed maniacally as her innards fell 
out around Beth's feet.  She was really dead now. 

Beth stood there covered with blood.  She looked quite attractive like that.  
Paul rubbed his already stiffening cock.  Killing girls always had that effect 
on him.

Next to him, Becky turned around and vomited.  Paul sighed.  "I do hope you are 
going to clean that up."

"Yes Sir.  Sorry Sir," coughed Becky.  She looked as pale as a sheet.

Paul looked up at Alice.  Her eyes were glazed over.  Even dead, she still 
looked like she was in agony, and Paul hoped that wherever she was at that 
moment, she was still in agony.  "Don't worry about it, Becky," he said. "The 
first one is always the hardest."

He reached down and took hold of Beth's arm.  Turning her around, he said, "I 
want sex now, honey.  You look so gorgeous covered in your sister's blood."

Beth choked out a cry.  "I killed her," she sobbed.

Paul grinned.  "Yeah.  Good, wasn't it."

Beth shook her head. 

Paul laughed and pulled the little girl out of her sister's giblets.  He'd boil 
them up for his little toys later but now he needed to fuck this little child.  
Killing always made him so fucking horny.  "Lay down," he ordered the child.

Beth did as she was told.

Paul knelt down, straddling the little girl.  He positioned his stiff cock 
against her tiny hole and fucked the small child long and hard while staring at 
the dead teen above him.  Even dead, Alice was quite beautiful. 

*****

Hanna's big blue eyes opened and she focused on the face in front of her.  It 
was Sir.  She jerked and scrambled backwards.  Her heart started to pound hard 
in her chest.  He was going to hurt her again.  Through the bars of the cage, 
Hanna could see Beth sat in the corner of the room, covered in blood.  The girl, 
Becky, was crouched behind Beth whispering into her ear.  But where was Alice?  
"Where's Alice?" asked the little girl.

"She's with your mummy," said Sir.

Hanna stared at the man.  She a big lump forming in her chest, her lips began to 
tremble and she burst into tears.  "Why did you kill her?" 

"Because I wanted to," said Sir.  "Come on now, darling.  Do you want something 
to eat?"

"I don't like dog food!" screamed Hanna.  "And I don't like poo."  She balled 
her little eyes out.

"Don't worry, darling," said Paul. "Tonight it's not dog food, or shit."

End of part 11

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