Message-ID: <36590asstr$1022184609@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <alocerloki@subdimension.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.2.20020523142240.00a19350@pop.mail.yahoo.com> From: Alocer Loki <alocerloki@subdimension.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 14:23:38 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Paddington Bare, Chapter 3 (M/b, Mg, Mfg, nc, pedo, tort) Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 16:10:09 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36590> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw <1st attachment begin> Paddington Bare, Chapter 3 Alocer Loki 2002 Story Codes: M/b M/g M/fg nc tort humiliation Disclaimer This story is not for everyone, and will contain some quite graphical (at least to the best of my ability) dipictions of pre-teen boys and girls in extreme sexual situations. These include but are not limited to rape and sexual torture. If these subjects offend you, then I suggest that you do not read it. I the author do not condone any of the actions depicted within If you got past that, I am going to assume that you, like me are a sick fuck who gets off on the rape and torture of preteens. If not what the fuck are you doing still reading this? If you wish to contact me, the author, I can be reached directly at: alocerloki@subdimension.com Thanks and Enjoy the story Alocer Loki Chapter 3 The seemingly ancient carriage chugged along the line; the dull thud-thud was having a hypnotic effect on Timmy as he stared out the window into the blackness of the London Underground. He could feel himself drifting off. The twelve year old forced himself to sit upright and rubbed his eyes. He glanced along to his left at the only other occupant of the brightly lit carriage. Timmy hated riding the tube alone, but it was the only real way of getting across central London, so it was an evil that must be endured, but that fact never stopped Timmy from getting nervous. His heart thudded in his chest, and he took a deep breath. The boy looked back out of the window throwing his mind elsewhere trying to calm himself down. He was always nervous, about everything. He glanced back up at the man. A short while ago, two old ladies had been sat next to this man, then, although Timmy knew the man kept looking at him, he kept his glances short, if frequent. Now his stare never broke. It was really making Timmy feel uncomfortable. The man licked his lips and pushed his hand into his pocket. The navy-blue and white security uniform did nothing to calm the boy's nerves. Timmy threw his mind adrift once again. Letting his thoughts settle on the image of small Kerry, the eight-year-old beauty from his estate. Earlier that week the sweet and shy girl, she had told him that he was her boyfriend, and had given him a kiss. "You are very good looking do you know that?" Timmy's thoughts were wrenched back to the present, he looked up at the security guard towering over him. "Umm," he murmured. "Thank you sir." The man smiled and sat down next to Timmy. "Do you like being a pretty little boy?" he asked. Timmy frowned. "Please sir," he moaned. The man placed his hand on Timmy's thigh and squeezed it. The boy shifted. "Please what?" asked the man. "I don't... oh please stop," he said. The man smiled. "Why my pretty little slut, don't tell me you aren't enjoying this. Why I bet..." with out warning the man thrust his hand between Timmy's legs. His hand grabbing hold of the small boy's willy. Timmy's face flared up red as the man clutched onto his erection. The boy closed his eyes. He wanted to move. To fight, to do anything, but he found himself petrified. The carriage started to slow. Timmy bit his lip. He had traveled this route a hundred times, this was too soon, the stop wasn't yet. The train ground to a halt. Trains breaking down in the middle of the line was nothing strange, but this one couldn't have happened at a worse time. "Don't worry little girl," said the man. Stroking his hand up and down the length of the boy's small cock. "Oh please stop," sobbed the child. The man stood up and ran his hand around the silver badge sewn onto the front of Timmy's navy blue blazer. "You know what? I've always been a sucker for a boy in uniform," sniggered the man. Without so much as a hint of warning the man grabbed hold of the boy's head. Pressing his face between both of his hands he pulled the child forwards to him. "Stop!" cried the boy. The man pressed his mouth over the boy's lips. Timmy gagged as he felt the tongue enter his mouth. He tried to pull away, he tried hard. He tried to close his mouth, but the way the man was holing his face caused the the child's molars to bite into the insides of his cheeks. Timmy moaned loudly. A shrill whine which filled the carriage. The man finally let go and pulled his face back. A large grin was spread across his lips. "Why fuck me," he muttered, "you are a great kisser." The man shook his head and chuckled. "But," he then spat. "You tried to bite me you little bitch." Timmy's eyes widened. "No," he squeaked. The man snorted. Timmy didn't even see which side the blow came from, it knocked his head laterally, and was held upright only by the arm-rests of the tubes seat. The boy shrank down as small as he could get, and shivered. "Please stop," he blubbered. "Get up," snarled the man taking a firm grip onto Timmy's dark brown curls. The child had no choice but to comply with the man. He was pulled to his feet and dragged into the centre of the carriage. "Keep still," said the man, and he then took a seat. Eventually the boy looked up, and into the eyes of the monstrous man. He was still grinning. Gleaming obvious joy from the little boy's discomfort and pain. Timmy had suffered at the hands of school bullies but that had been nothing compared to this. "Turn around," said the man. "Stick your bum out for me." Timmy looked at the man for a few moments before, slowly, he turned around. He lent over a little, sticking his arse out towards the man. The only thought that went through his mind at that moment was the thought that doing what he was told would save Timmy the pain. He would have done anything not to be hit again. "Wriggle your arse little boy, yes that is right." Timmy choked on his tears. This wasn't so bad. He would do things for this man, nobody would ever know. He could live with that. Even as he wriggled his cute little bum at the man, the thing Timmy feared the most was those same bullies discovering this. Timmy closed his eyes and let his mind wonder back to Kerry. "Turn back around stand up straight." Timmy wiped his eyes and stood up. He inched around until he stood facing his assailant. "Take out your willy for me, I want to see it." "W-what?" stammered Timmy. "You heard me," said the man. As he spoke those words he loosened his belt and pulled it from his trousers. He folded it over and raised an eyebrow. "Be a good girl, and I won't have to use this," the man snapped the belt together causing Timmy to jump. "Y-yes sir," whispered the little boy. Not for the first time, but certainly the most desperate occasion, Timmy cursed his penis being erect. This was meant to be natural. But why now. He reached down and un-zipped his trousers, and pulled his cock over the waist-band of his y- fronts and out of his fly. "My word," said the man. "You are a big boy aren't you?" Timmy felt his cheeks burning. He felt like dying there and then, just curling into a ball and dying. His cock had been growing fast for a short time, but the mere sight of the monstrous lump that bulged in the man's trousers was frightening. "Come here." The boy shuffled forwards, and cringed as the man reached out to take the child's cock into his hand. "Do you wank yet?" he asked. "Oh god," breathed the boy. He felt as if his face were on fire. "Answer the question," said the man. "Y-yes sir," moaned Timmy. The man grinned and started to stroke Timmy's cock. Pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock. "Oh," moaned Timmy. "Oh-p-pl..." "Shh," said the man. He placed his other hand on Timmy's belly. The boy's breathing began to speed up. "Oh you are such a little slut," sniggered the man. Timmy closed his eyes, his hands curled into fists. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He bit his lip, he mustn't cum. No he wasn't going to cum. He needn't have worried. ***** The one thing more horrific than the screams of her baby brother, were the vivid, and dream like memories of Nicola. The look on the dead girls face, was fresh on her memory, the taste of her blood still on her tongue. It made Kerry feel sick. Her head spun, and she clutched tightly onto the stuffed clown, finding some comfort in the old toy. It was the screams that had her attention now. Jakey hadn't stopped screaming for what seemed like hours. Her father had decided that the six-year-old boy needed some proper use, for missing out on what had happened at the school. The words still hung in her head. "Oh Mummy," sobbed Kerry. The child knew that her mother was not going to come, not going to help her, but now, more than any time since the funeral, Kerry missed her mother. The lump in her chest grew larger and tears filled her eyes again. The screaming stopped, but, thankfully, Kerry could still hear her six year old brother sobbing. Nothing scared Kerry more than her father killing one of them. She knew that he was capable of it, and that scared her. The door opened, and briefly Kerry considered pretending to be asleep, but she knew, with her fathers state, that it wouldn't do any good. So she sat still, totally naked waiting for him. When he pushed his head around the door, her father smiled. "I have a present for you," he said. Kerry swallowed. She knew that whatever it was, she didn't want it, yet she dared not say. "T-thank you Daddy," the girl said. Ken pushed the door open and held out his hands. The child squinted, trying to make out the objects in the dim light. After a few moments she realised that she really had no clue as to what the items were, but she knew that she really didn't want to find out. "This," said Ken, elevating his right hand slightly, to show Kerry the chrome chain, with two wicked looking clips, much like the type used on electrical wires, on either end. "This is what they call a nipple chain. Although you aren't allowed any clothes while inside the house any more. I want you to wear this all the time that we are alone, and, if I want, you will wear it under your school clothes." Kerry could only nod. They had had it explained to them. The both of them, Kerry and Jake, were no longer allowed outside the house unless it was to go to school. To that affect all of their clothes, baring their school uniform, had been taken away from them. They had been told that eventually they would be given more suitable outfits. Something called fetish clothes. Kerry didn't like the sound of that, but until then they were to remain naked. "They are going to hurt like fuck," her father laughed. "Come here so we can try them on." "Ohh," squeaked Kerry, and, shrinking down as small a she could, she clutched the clown close to her chest. Ken frowned. "I know what my mistake was," said forwards until he stood over the child. "I let you think that you were still a person. That you might have some fucking choice left in your life." The man spat, the gooey glob landed on Kerry's cheek and the child moaned loudly. Ken reached down and grabbed hold of the stuffed toy. He wrenched it free of his daughter's hands and with a snort tore its head from its body. "No!" screamed Kerry. Ken threw the broken toy into the corner of the room. "Don't worry slut," he sneered. "It all goes in the morning. Every fucking scrap. You are my fuck-toy, and fuck toys don't own anything. You will sleep with your brother. I'll clear out a space in one of the cupboards. There are a hundred better things I can do with these rooms than use them to accommodate two worthless shit eating bit's of cunt." "Oh Daddy," sobbed Kerry. "Shut it," shouted Ken. "Now get the fuck up and stand with your hands behind your fucking back." The man lashed out with those words, striking his daughter across the face with his open hand. "Up now!" The child scrambled to her feet, her cheek burned and her head was spinning, but she knew that she had to do what she was told. She didn't want to know what would happen if she dared disobey him again. So she stood up. With her hands clutched behind her back, the eight-year-old girl thrust out her flat chest and closed her eyes. She felt her father's fingers touch her left nipple, he was almost gentle about it, as he pinched and squeezed the pink bud. "Open your eyes," he said. "I want you to see what I am doing." Kerry obeyed and looked down at her chest. She could feel her nipple seize up and go hard, and now could see it sticking out from her chest. Her father lent his head down and kissed it, he ran his tongue around the hard little nub and nibbled lightly on it. Kerry sighed. She would have been able to enjoy this, if she didn't know that he was about to hurt her. Kerry could have cried when he stood up, leaving her nipple all wet and shiny with his spit. Her eyes darted to the chain, and her Daddy picked it up, and lifted a small leaver to open the first clip. He turned it up so that she could see the sharp teeth that lined either side. The child drew her lower lip into her mouth and bit down onto it. The grin on Ken's face never faltered. Her father used two fingers on one hand to pull the nipple between the jaw's of the clip. He pushed down gently on the clips, so that it just bit into her nipple. Kerry gasped. The top half of her body twisted. She knew now that this would indeed hurt. "Oh quit moaning," muttered Ken. "I've not even started yet. Now bitch, do you want me to go slowly or to just slam it shut?" "Oh Daddy please don't do this," pleaded Kerry. Ken's grin twisted, as his fingers snapped together, closing the clip with them. Kerry threw her head back and screamed. The poor child tried hard to keep her hands behind her back, but she just couldn't. She released them from each others grip and they shot around her body to grab the chain. The moment her fingers pulled on the clip her nipple felt as if it had burst into flames. "Ahh," she cried and let go, her face twisted in pain and tears streamed down her face. As painful as leaving it alone was, touching it was only worse. "Ah poor slut," chuckled Ken. "Please Daddy, take it off," gasped Kerry. The child's breathing came in short gasps, her small flat chest rose and fell rapidly and sweat now coated her slender frame. "You are so beautiful," said Ken. "Time for the other one." "Oh Daddy, please Daddy, I'll do anything please," cried Kerry. Ken reached down and tugged on the chain. "Ahh!" gasped Kerry. "You'll do anything anyway," he said. Kerry screwed her eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore and forget the pain in her nipple. It didn't work, but she the longer she left it alone the more bearable it became. As long as it didn't move. She never even noticed her father, playing with her other nipple. Not until she felt the burning there as well. It hit her like a blow to the stomach and her eyes opened wide. The child let out a shrill scream."Stop it take it off!" she cried. "Please st..." The punch had come out of nowhere, striking the eight year old girl on the jaw, it sent her sprawling backwards, and crashing into the side of her bed. Her chin throbbed, and she could taste blood, but she barely registered it over the sheer agony that burned in her nipples. She just wanted it to stop. "Come on bitch up you get." The words of her father were distant and dreamlike, but something within her, told her to move. It made her move, and her small body shifted, and, slowly, she climbed to her feet. Her small body trembled and the pain in her chest was almost overwhelming, but she knew that she had to do what she was told. Her Daddy was smiling again, though Kerry could barely see it through her tears. Ken reached forwards and took hold of the chain. "Ow-OW!" cried Kerry as she was pulled forwards. Ken pressed his face close to hers and began to lick and suck on his daughter. "Hey slut," he said. "We've not even done your second present yet." "Oh Daddy please it hurts so much," sobbed Kerry. Something was held up in Kerry's face. Too close for her to focus on it properly, but she knew it was a long, and blunt cone. "They call this a plug," he said. "Do you know what it is for." Kerry shook her head, and bit her lip as even that slight movement caused the pain to fluctuate through her nipples. "It is to go up your arse." "Oh no," cried Kerry. "It's too big, please don't." "It is a little big yes," said Ken. "But it is not too big. Ha, now are you going to bend over like a good little slut, or do I have to hit you again?" Ken ran his thumb over his daughter's chin. Over the lump which had started to form there. "Oh don't hit me," sobbed Kerry. Ken slapped his daughter across the face again knocking her head to the side. "Then bend over," he demanded. "Oh-oh," sobbed Kerry, she clutched onto her sore, red cheek and inched around. Trying desperately not to move the chain as she turned. Her Daddy slapped her across the thighs, Kerry jerked and screamed as the agony convulsed down her body. "Move it," he sneered. Kerry quickened her pace, but only slightly. The poor child cried out as the pain laced through her nipples. Slowly she bent over, holding her chest in her hands, and whimpering as she moved. She could feel Ken's hands kneading her buttocks. Her bum still felt sore from being fucked by her teacher the night before. The eight year old girl closed her eyes and cried. She prayed, begged to god. She begged him to stop her suffering, she begged him to tell her why this was happening to her. What had she done wrong? Her thoughts were severed as her father's finger were inserted into her arsehole. The discomfort of the long digit inside her was nothing compared to the burning pain in the child's chest, however it did help to keep her mind on the present. A second finger was pushed inside the child alongside the first. "Ahh," moaned Kerry. That did hurt. Kerry shifted wriggling her backside, trying to make the intrusion just a little more comfortable, but for her efforts all she got was a rough slap across her bum. "Keep still," snorted her father. Kerry couldn't, she just couldn't. It all hurt too much. She tried, but she just couldn't stop her legs from trembling and her arse from wriggling. "I said still," growled Ken. Kerry yelped as his hand struck her again. Before she could even register the blow, the hand that had slapped her reached round her legs and grabbed hold of the eight year olds hairless cunt. Ken pulled his daughter backwards plunging his fingers deep into her arse. "Ahhh!" cried Kerry. Keeping his grip on her cunt, his fingers pushing up inside the tiny girls pussy; Ken twisted the two fingers buried into his little girls arse and pulled them outwards until only the tips of his fingers remained inside of her. Then, with a grunt, he shoved them back in, pushing them completely inside her arse. "You little bitch," he sneered at her. "You fucking shit faced whore." "Oh Daddy." "You little cock teasing tart... Fucking filthy whore... that is what you are, a shit eating whore, aren't you... Aren't you!" Ken shouted as he fucked his daughters arse with his fingers. "Aren't you?" "Ow!" cried Kerry. "Yes Daddy." "Say it cunt," said Ken. "I'm- I'm... I'm a shit eating h-whore Daddy," sobbed the child. "You like having lesbian sex with dead sluts don't you fuck face?" "Ow... yes." "Say it!" Ken shouted plunging his fingers in as deep as possible. "Ah-ah... I like having... uh... ah... lesbian... oh... sex with dead d-dead... oh huh huh..." the child broke off in a flood of tears. Ken released the child's cunt and and slapped her across the vulva. "With dead what?" he asked. "Dead sluts," screamed Kerry. Ken pulled his fingers from Kerry's bum, and gave her a playful, yet hard, slap to her upturned arse. "Good girl," he said. "You've earned your present." Kerry screwed her eyes shut. Nothing could be worse than this, nothing. Was this hell... it had to bed. She was dead, and even if she wasn't she was sure the pain would kill her soon. Even now the feeling as her arse stretched around the plug came as a shock. It felt like she was tearing open. She was sure she was. She gripped her legs and screamed. She couldn't help it, she just knew that she couldn't move. She had to do what Daddy told her. The pain was so bad... but she didn't want to die. It was almost relief when the thing popped into her arse. It felt lodged tight, it hurt, but it was better. She wanted it out, she wanted the clips off of her nipples, but she knew her father was not listening to those pleas. They were making him angry, she was sure they were. So she gritted her teeth, he would stop soon, and they would all come off. He had to stop soon. He was killing her. "Up now!" said Ken. Kerry didn't have much of a choice in the matter, as her father grabbed hold of her hair. He dragged her up right and then pulled her around for him to see. His smile was evil, and nasty. Kerry didn't want to have anything to do with the man stood before her. She hated him so much. His lips laid across her mouth and his tongue pushed inside. Whatever pleasure she may have gained from this was now non- existent. The pain in her nipples, and her arse, stopped her from feeling anything other than hurt. Oh it hurt so bad! "Open wider," he said. Kerry obeyed. She knew nothing else. There was nothing else. Only pain, hatred for her father, and the need, the urgency, to obey his every wish. That was the only way. The only way. ****** Her body throbbed, the pain and discomfort flowed throughout her with each beat of her heart. The teenage girl lay still in the hope that that would help keep the pain back. It didn't work. She shifted, somewhat relieved that her bruises caused no more pain. Celia placed her hands on the floor and sat up. She shook her head and looked down, dried blood stained her small tits and belly, she briefly became worried, and reached up to her jaw, to her swollen lip. The memory of the man's punch was distant and vague, although not as dreamlike and vivid as the images of the rape she had suffered afterwards. She had no idea just how many men had fucked her, but she knew she had been fucked... she had been raped, again. Was that what her life was going to mean from now on? Rape. "It'll be okay," she breathed. After another moments thought she became thankful that she had no recall of the previous nights events. Not really, not from the moment Emma had used the prod... Emma. Celia turned her head to see the ten year old girl propped up against the wall. She had blood on her also, but no visible markings as to where it came from, although a purple bruise on the child's cheek was enough to make Celia cringe. Guilt boiled up in the back of her head. Emma had suffered because of her... but she was suffering because of Emma. The teen lowered her head and rubbed her eyes. "It's okay," said Emma. Celia looked up. "It's okay C," she said again. "What?" "Thinking that I am getting what I deserve for what I did to you," said the child. "I wasn't I mean I didn't..." Emma reached down and rubbed her pussy. Celia felt somewhat discomforted by it, but she knew how the child felt. "I am getting what I deserve," there was a bitterness to the child's voice. "You'll see why I do it though. They are going to do it to you too, I heard them say." "Do what?" asked Celia. Emma held out her arm, Celia blinked a few times, before she noticed the multitude of small red dots that covered the inside of her elbow. "What are they?" she asked. "Neeldles," said Emma. "Drugs." A silence encompassed the room for several minutes. Celia couldn't talk, she couldn't think. This child was an addict. Forced to be an addict, and she was going to suffer the same fate. "Heroine?" she asked, a guess, she could think of nothing else that was injected. "Sometimes," said Emma. "Morphine sometimes, if we have been really fucked up, it happens more often than I like to think. Some girls are on crack." "Oh god," breathed Celia. "Don't worry," said Emma. "It sucks, but it helps." "Helps..." "Don't do that," moaned Emma sitting forwards. "Don't judge me C. I will never be free. I have never been free. I do what I need to do to survive. The drugs are all that gets me from one day to the next. I'll do anything for them. I don't fucking care." "I-I'm sorry," said Celia. "Can we start over?" asked Emma. "I could use a friend." "So could I," said Celia, she glanced about the room. "What is going to happen to me." "I don't know," admitted Emma. "Girls older than eleven, or twelve, are usually fucked then boxed up to be sold to posh fuckers. But if they are going to drug you." The child shook her head. "I don't know." Celia shook her head, and sighed. She shifted closer to the ten year old. "How many girls are there?" she asked. Emma shrugged. "Twenty, something like that anyway. Half that number of boys." "Boy's?" asked Celia. Emma grinned. "You know not all perverts like cunt," she sniggered. "What?" asked Celia with a giggle. "Don't worry about it," laughed Emma. Celia laughed. "I wish I had eaten now," she said. "Well, I did warn you. A tip. Escaping isn't easy until you are let loose. By that time you are so fucked, you don't want to escape. Do as you are told. It makes things a little easier. Painful, but not as bad as it will be if you don't." Celia reached forwards and placed her fingers onto two small scars on the child's sternum. "What are they?" she asked. Emma raised her head, to show the teen two similar scar's on the underside of her chin. "You really don't want to know," she said. The door opened, and both girl's looked around to see who entered. It was a young man, although he was very overweight he had a friendly grin on his face. "Hello," he said. "Oh my, you two seem to have seen some fun last night. You weren't naughty now were you Emma?" "Yes sir," the child said lowering her head. The man turned to the teen. "You are Celia?" "Yes." The man frowned. "Now now little girl," he said. "I just look nice. You call me sir, or I zap you." He held up the cattle prod. "Now try again." "Yes sir," said Celia. "That's better," said the man. "Now get her and lay on your back. I am going to shove this up your cunt and fry your fucking brains out. That will teach you to show me some respect, and always use SIR." "B-but..." Emma nodded towards the man. Her eyes went wide, Celia knew the young girl was trying to get her to do it. "Now slut," said the man. "If I have to drag you over here I will. Did you learn nothing last night. I am still being reasonable, isn't that right Emma?" "Please C," squeaked the girl. "He isn't joking. It will hurt a lot more if you don't." Celia closed her eyes. She knew the ten year old was telling the truth. She knew that there was no chance of escape. No now. She had to do as she was told, to live long enough to see freedom again. Celia crawled over to the man and laid back. She closed her eyes and spread her legs for him. She suddenly felt embarrassed at showing this man her most intimate parts. Her face flared up red... she couldn't believe herself. Suddenly the everything shattered, and Celia let out a scream. It hadn't been the prod, but it hurt so much. The teen curled up and gripped onto her cunt. "Ahh ahh!" she cried out. It slowly dawned on her that he had kicked her. Over her pain a thought drifted she now knew why boy's were so protective. "That is for taking your time," the man shouted. "Now spread them." Celia moved to open her legs again. She gritted her teeth, and again exposed herself to the man. She felt his boot press against her stomach, and the prod used to push her thighs further apart. "To begin," he said. "Emma will open you up, lick you a little, then help me press this right into your cute little clitty. Then we'll see about shoving it into your uterus." The man barely glanced at Emma, before the child moved. She crawled across the floor and perched between Celia's legs. The ten year old girl reached across and pulled apart the teens cunt lips. Celia couldn't believe that this was being done to her. Despite the pain, this just had to be a dream. Emma lent her head forwards and took Cilia's clit into her mouth. "Oh," gasped Celia. "That's it Emma my slut," said the man. "Make the little cunt cum. You know she'll love you for it." "Yes sir," moaned Emma. "Oh my," moaned Celia. The teen had masturbated, and had cum before, but this was just... "Ohhh." The child nibbled onto Celia's clitoris, and licked her smooth tongue around it, then across it. "Ahh," cried Celia. The waves of pleasure boiled in her tummy, and flowed throughout her body. Caught up in ecstasy, the thirteen year old girl was only dimly aware, of her cunt being held open. The breeze from Emma's breath tingled through her. She knew something cold and hard was pressed up against her. Too late she realised what it was. It cut through her like a burning knife, turning pleasure into pain. Searing agony rippled though her cunt, and her whole body. Celia twisted and screamed. She was on fire. It burned. The teen curled up and grabbed hold of herself. She pressed her hands into her cunt. She just lay there, sobbing. She couldn't stop. The pain was just too much. She wasn't even allowed to writhe in pain for very long. The man gripped her by the hair and dragged her back to the centre of the room. His strong hands pulled her body out straight. He sat down on her pinning her in place. Celia didn't have the will to fight him, in a vain hope to show him that she was good now, she opened her legs for him. Feeling his hands on that part of her caused the teen to begin to cry again. Not from pain, but from the realisation... She was a slut. She felt it being pushed inside her, intruding deep into her body. All she could see was the man's back. She closed her eyes and just cried. She knew what was about to happen. "Emma do the honours." "Yes sir," moaned the child. She was so timid now, so obedient. Celia screwed her eyes up tight, and tried to get ready for it. It could have been a red-hot poker. It seared her insides as such. Celia squealed, her whole body wriggled, and moved. It was all just too much, she felt like she was being cooked from the inside out. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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