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Title: The Ulimate Penance
Author: Serum114
Tags: Mg Mf MFf Pedo Rape Torture BDSM Snuff
Email: SerumStories@gmail.com

I would really appreciate your remarks about my story, whether you
hated or loved it.


Synopsis:
Maria Garza is a shy 11 year old girl. When two female bullies rape
her in the school
bathroom, Maria's father decides to teach them a lesson.

WARNING
**This story is for entertainment purposes only.  The acts depicted
are morally
repugnant and should not be enjoyed outside of one's imagination.**


The Ulimate Penance
by Serum114

It was a humid June morning in Austin, Texas.  Luis turned off the
burner on the stove, and dished out two plates of scrambled eggs.
"Maria." He called, his voice echoing through the small two bedroom
apartment.  "Breakfast is ready, honey!"  The toaster sprung up two
slices of whole wheat toast.  Two minutes later, Maria walked into the
kitchen.  She smiled at her father.  She was a very pretty 11 year
old.  She shared both her father's small frame and dark, Mesoamerican
skin.  Her dark and effortlessly soft hair hung halfway down her
back.  The rising sun peaked through the window, and reflected
brightly on her locks.    The girl sat in her seat and took a drink of
her orange juice.  "Would you like a piece of toast?"  Luis asked his
young daughter.
	"Yes, please."  He placed the child's plate in front of her and sat
down.  "These are really, good."  Maria said, smiling with a mouth
full of eggs.
	"Thanks sweetie."  A smiling Maria had not been a common sight over
the past year.  Her mother had been killed in a car accident the
previous spring.  Maria didn't take it well.  The young girl had
always been very shy, and found it very difficult to make friends.
Her mother, who worked as the nurse at her school, had been the only
soul she could open up to.  When she died, Maria fell into a deep
depression.  She would go days without speaking, and would cry for
hours on end.  The student's at Maria's school had created a mural,
and hung pictures dedicated to the much loved nurse.  Maria couldn't
bear going back, constantly reminded of her horrible loss.  So the
girl missed the last few weeks of the semester.  During the summer,
Luis took Maria to a therapist who recommended a transfer of schools.
So that's what Luis did.  With a large cash settlement paid by the
wealthy executive who caused the crash, Luis entered his daughter into
Austin's best private school.  He took a janitorial job at the school,
partly to keep an eye on Maria and partly because children of school
employees received steep discounts in tuition.  For the first couple
months, everything was going well.  Maria was getting straight A's and
even made a couple friends.  Everything changed one day in November.
A popular clique of seventh grade girls found out who Maria's father
was. They started endlessly harassing and bullying her.  Maria's few
friends abandoned and shunned her in an attempt to avoid the same
treatment.  She was teased for being poor.  She was teased because she
did well in her class.  But most of the abuse related to her being
Mexican.  By the end of the school year, her depression had worsened.
That's why seeing his daughter's smiling face filled Luis with such
joy.
	There was only about a week remaining in the school year and Maria
was to spend the summer with her cousins in Wisconsin.  Luis's sister-
in-law had called him a few nights prior.  She said that she would be
happy if the two came to visit for the summer.  Luis couldn't, but he
said he was sure Maria would love the idea.  She did.  She had always
gotten along very well with her cousins.  Further contributing to
Maria's cheery mood was a weekend shopping spree Luis had taken her
on.  He had been saving for several months to buy the girl a pair of
eyeglasses that she very much needed.  Luis spent several hours on
Saturday with her trying on dozens of different frames, before finding
a cute pair that was within Luis's budget.  On Sunday, he treated her
to lunch and a movie followed by several hours at the mall picking out
several new outfits.
	"Are you sure you can't come with me to visit Uncle Terry and Aunt
Julia?"  Maria took a swig of her orange juice.
	"No, I'm sure.  I've got to work."  Luis took a satisfying sip of his
black coffee and watched his daughter finish your breakfast.  She
hummed some pop tune swinging her legs to the rhythm.  Seeing his
daughter happy made his day.  Unfortunately, it would be unmade later
that day.
	Luis was cleaning the cafeteria when a voice came over the intercom.
"Mr. Garza, please report to the principal's office."  Luis rested the
handle of this push broom against the wall and started towards the
office.  He opened the frosted glass door to the front offices.
Maria sat in a chair immediately outside the principal's office.  Her
red, teary eyes stared at the ground.  She held her glasses in her
hand.  They had been snapped in half.  An empty seat away, sat
Annabelle Blankenship.  She was the unofficial leader of the girls
that had been tormenting Maria.  The platinum blonde 12-year-old
stared at her iphone.  She wore a pink tank-top with a black, graffiti
style design all over it.  The top displayed a great amount of
cleavage.  For a girl her age, she had very large breasts.  She knew
this, and flaunted it.  She wore a very short, jean skirt with frayed
edges.  Pink fishnet stockings and a vintage pair of black converse
shoes completed her outfit.  Her hair appeared to have been hacked by
a razor.  Her bangs bisected her face at a 45 degree angle, covering
her left eye.  The girl, like all those in her clique, wore an
abundance of harsh, unnatural make-up.  Her thick black eye liner,
jarring rogue, and glossy red lips, made the girl resemble a kind of
raccoon prostitute.  As Lois walked toward the principal's office,
Annabelle looked up.  She rolled her eyes at him, and continued
texting.  What a bitch, Luis thought.  As he passed his daughter, he
placed his hand on her shoulder.  He tapped on the door.
	"Come in.  Come in."  A voice called from the other side.  "Good
afternoon, Mr. Garza."  The principal said as Luis walked into his
office.
	"Hello, Mr. Andrews."
	"Could you shut the door and take a seat?"  Luis closed the door and
sat across from the heavyset man.  He spoke quietly, as not to let the
girls hear.  "I'm sure you could tell that there has been a bit of a
spat between your girl and Miss Blankenship."  Luis nodded.  "It
appears Miss Blankenship broke your girl's new glasses.  She claims it
was an accident."  The man leaned back in his leather chair.  "Between
the two of us, I'm sure the spoiled brat is lying.  Mrs. Blankenship
is headed down now."  He leaned forward and reached for the intercom
to his secretary.  "Would you care for a coffee?"
	"Yes, please."  The principle pressed the button
	"Miss Jacobs, could you bring in two coffees, please?"  A few seconds
later a sweet voice answered back.
	"Yes sir."  Luis sat in the office sipping coffee and trading small
talk while waiting for the arrival of Annabelle's mother.  After 15
minutes there was a tapping at the door.  "Ah, here she is."  Mr.
Andrews stood up.  "Come in Mrs. Blankenship."  Luis stood up and
turned toward the door.  Annabelle's mother was a 42 year old ex-
beauty queen.  She had been a Miss Texas finalist in the early 90's.
She became the trophy wife of a wealthy defense attorney at 28.  Over
the next 14 years, she aged dramatically.  Years of excessive tanning
had left her skin leathery, and spotted.  She had the comically
inflated lips and the taut face of a cosmetic surgery addict.
	"Hello Thomas."  She said, completely ignoring Luis.  "Did someone do
something to my little Annabelle?"  Mr. Andrews gestured toward a
chair across from his desk.  The three sat down.
	"Well, actually" the principal answered, "it appears your daughter
broke Mr. Garza's daughter's glasses.  You daughter claims..."
	"Who?"  The woman interrupted.  "Whose daughter?"
	"Mr. Garza."  She looked at Luis, than back at the principal.  "The
janitor's daughter?  You allow the janitor's daughter to go to this
school?"  Luis spoke firmly.
	"Maria has every right..."  Mrs. Blankenship interrupted.
	"Don't you raise your voice to me sir!  My husband will send your ass
back to Mexico so fast your head will spin!"  The red faced woman
spoke to the principal.  "Now, what does my daughter say happened?"
The frustrated principal answered.
	"She claims it was an accident.  But..."  Again the woman interjected.
	"What do you mean "she claims"!?  If she says it was an accident,
than it was an accident.  I didn't raise a liar.  I raised her
Christian!"  The principal pressed the intercom.
	"Miss Jacobs, could you please send in Miss Garza and Miss
Blankenship.  Thank you."  Fifteen seconds later the two girls walked
in the office.  Maria stood next to her father, and stared at the
floor sheepishly.  Annabelle leaned against the wall, still texting.
"You know," the principal spoke to Mrs. Blankenship, "she's not
allowed to have that in school."
	"It's okay.  She doesn't use it in class."  She turned to her
daughter.  "Put that away, sweetie."  Annabelle huffed annoyedly.
	"Just a minute."  She finished the text and looked up.
	"Tell me what happened."  The woman asked her daughter.
	"I accidentally bumped into her in the hall.  Her glasses fell off
and I accidentally stepped on them."  Annabelle's phone vibrated.  She
read a text while she finished talking.  "She started freaking out,
crying like a little baby.  I told her sorry."  She smiled at her
phone.  "Those glasses only cost like $800 anyway."  Annabelle's
mother looked at Mr. Andrews.
	"Well, that's what happened.  It was clearly an accident."  She
pulled out a checkbook from her purse, and wrote a check.  She stood
up and handed the check to Luis.  It was made out to "CASH", in the
amount of $800.  "I assume we're done here?"  Before anyone could
answer, she turned to walk out the door.  Luis spoke.
	"Excuse me, ma'am."  Mrs. Blankenship turned around.  "They only cost
$200."  Annabelle chuckled.
	"Oh my God."
	"Whatever.  I don't feel like writing another one."  The woman eyed
the meek, petite girl holding her broken glasses.  "Buy her some new
clothes or something.  God knows she could use some."  She turned and
left the office, followed by her daughter.  When the main office door
closed, the principal exhaled deeply.
	"What a bitch."  Annabelle's eyes widened.  "Oh, excuse me."
	After school, Luis cashed the check.  He offered to buy Maria a
different pair of glasses, but she insisted on the same pair that he
bought her before.  He offered to take her to the toy store to spend
some of the extra money, but she refused.
	"I don't need anything."  She kept telling him.  "Why don't you buy
something for yourself?"

The next Tuesday was the final day of school.  It was the final period
of the day.  Whitney and Annabelle stood in the corner of the
gymnasium, making fun of their classmates.  Whitney was the daughter
of the very wealthy pastor of a local mega church. The two girl's
fathers had assured, with hefty donations to the school, that both
girls would be receiving straight 'A's.  So they refused to dress for
gym class, for fear of sweat smearing their intricate, garish make-
up.  The two 12 year old girls stood, seeming to pose for an invisible
photographer, garbed in gaudy emo apparel.  They had consulted each
other the previous night to coordinate outfits.
"I think Casey is a lesbo."  Annabelle said as a group of three girls
ran by.  "It's disgusting.  If I was her, I'd kill myself."  Whitney
leaned against the concrete wall.
"If you were her, I wouldn't be fucking talking to you."  The cadence
of the sentence was broken by the awkward, forced curse.  Annabelle
pulled out a compact from her purse and began to touch up her eye
shadow.
"Did you see that new Hawthorne Heights video on YouTube?"
"Yeah," Whitney answered, "it was totally sweet.  They are like, the
best band ever."
"I know, right.  Anyone that doesn't think Hawthorne Heights is the
best band ever should fucking kill themselves."  The two girls stood
in silence and watched their classmates with contempt.  Whitney
sighed.
"I wish we didn't have to go to school with poor people."
"Speaking of poor people."  Annabelle nodded her head toward the
bleachers.  "There's the janitor's kid."  Whitney turned and saw the
petite girl reading a book under the bleachers.  "Come on."  Annabelle
said to her friend and starting walking toward the vulnerable girl.
Maria saw Annabelle out of the corner of her eye.  She dropped her
book and tried to make a break for it.  She darted toward the main
door, but felt a hand grip her hair before she could escape.  Whitney
held a fistful of Maria's hair and forced her into the hallway.
"Let's take her in the bathroom.  No one ever goes in there."  Whitney
quickly forced the frightened girl into the single stall bathroom.
Annabelle locked the door behind them.  Maria was slammed against the
wall.
"Take your clothes off, dyke!"  Whitney ordered the girl.  Maria
started crying.
"Please...leave me alone."  Whitney pushed her hard against the wall.
"Take your clothes off, now!"
"W...w...why?"  The frightened girl pleaded.  Annabelle swung at Maria's
stomach.
"Because we fucking told you to, that's why!"  Maria bent over,
holding her stomach.  The small girl gasped for air.  Whitney grabbed
her dark hair and threw her to the ground.  Maria covered her face in
her trembling hands as both girls kicked her repeatedly in the stomach
and back.  After several dozen kicks, Annabelle knelt down and forced
Maria's red gym shorts down.  The cowering girl was wearing a pair of
plain white cotton panties.  Annabelle grabbed Maria by the collar of
her Salvation Army gym shirt and forced her to her feet.
"Take your shirt off!"  Whitney ordered.  Maria realized she had no
choice but to oblige.  She pulled the shirt over her head.  The 11
year old had no use for a bra.  "Those too, lesbo!"  Whitney shouted,
pointing at the child's white panties.  Maria slid them down to reveal
her baby smooth pussy.  Whitney pushed Maria against the wall and
violently shoved her middle finger into the girl's vagina.  Maria
screamed as her hymen tore.
"Please!  Stop!"  Whitney placed her other hand over Maria's mouth and
continued fingering the now silenced girl.
"I bet you like that.  Fucking lesbo dyke."  Whitney shoved more
fingers into the girl, stretching and tearing her.  Annabelle stood
behind Whitney, shredding the girl's clothes and stuffing them into
the toilet.
"I bet the little dyke loves it."  Annabelle said as she threw the
last tattered strip of Maria's panties into the toilet.  Whitney
pulled her fingers from the girl and smeared the blood on Maria's
teary face.  She then threw her back to the tiled floor.  Maria curled
into the fetal position.  Annabelle reached under her skirt and slid
her panties off.  She hung the purple underwear over the handrail next
to the toilet.  "Lay on your back!"  The blonde girl shouted.  Maria
didn't move.  "Lay on your fucking back!"  A swift kick landed on the
base of Maria's spine.  She screamed, and then reluctantly lay on her
back.  Annabelle straddled the girl's face and squatted.  Maria had no
choice but to let the girl rub her pussy and asshole all over her
face.  Annabelle grunted, forcing a small squeak of a fart to fill
Maria's nose.
"Fucking nasty!"  Whitney said, laughing.  Annabelle then proceeded to
empty her bladder on the girl's face.  When she finished, she patted
her pussy dry and stuffed the toilet paper into Maria's mouth.  She
grabbed her panties and slid them back on.
"Let's get out of here."  Annabelle said.
"Hold on for a second."  Whitney reached under her skirt and slid her
panties down.  She held them in her hand as she straddled the girl's
head.  She soaked Maria's hair with a torrent of pungent dark piss.
Finally, Whitney dried herself and shoved the paper up Maria's bloody
pussy.  The girl's quickly left the room, switching off the light as
they did.  The two girls spend the remainder of the period making fun
of other girls and cracking jokes about the "wetback dyke."

A few minutes before the final bell, Luis headed to the school's main
supply closet.  It was at the far end of the school, near the gym.  He
started preparing a mop and bucket.
	"Daddy."  A shaky voice called from behind him.  He jumped, spilling
a bit of green floor cleaner on his shoes.  He turned and saw Maria
huddled in the corner.  Her hair was dripping wet and she covered
herself with a greasy towel.
	"What are you doing, honey."  He laughed.  "You scared the heck outta
me."  The young girl burst into tears.  Luis quickly went to her and
knelt down.  "What's wrong honey?"  He noticed she was naked under the
towel.  "Where are your clothes?"  Sternness filled his voice. He
hugged her tightly.  "It's okay honey."  He noticed the distinct
stench of piss emanating from his daughters hair.  He held her tighter
as she continued to weep.  "Please honey, tell me what happened."
Maria sniffled and started telling her father what happened.  Each
sentence punctuated by a gasping cry.  Luis was aghast at what his
daughter told him.
	As Maria told the story, Luis fought back tears of his own.  What
those girl's did was rape, he thought to himself.  But he couldn't go
to the police.  They wouldn't do anything.  Not to the daughter's of
two pillars of the community.  He had to do it himself.  Those rapist
cunts will suffer, he thought as a plan formed in his head.
	Before he met Maria's mother, Luis led a completely different life.
He worked in an international child slavery ring.  He acted as a
middle man between clients wishing to purchase little girls and the
trained professionals who abducted them.  Through shady channels, a
client would contact Luis with a request for a particular type.  Luis
would travel, across the entire country if need be, looking for the
perfect little specimen.  When he found her, he paid a professional
kidnapper to take the girl.  He had an extensive list of ex-special
forces agents willing to take jobs.  This never made him a substantial
amount of money, but it was enough for him to stick with it.  He
stayed in the business for ten years.
	Luis met his wife in Wisconsin.  She was working her way through
nursing school tending bar at a small dive outside of Green Bay.  He
had just procured a target, a 10 year old blonde with braces, and was
having a celebratory drink when he noticed her.    She was a beautiful
23 year old Mexican woman.  Luis started flirting with her, and they
hit it off.  A night of passionate sex led to the first, and only,
real relationship Luis ever had.  He never told her what he did for a
living.  All she knew was that it was illegal.  He subtly hinted that
he was a drug smuggler, trying to throw her off.  Had she known what
he actually did, she undoubtedly would have left him.  He ended with
affiliation with the slave trade and worked a series of janitorial and
maintenance jobs.  After the birth of Maria, Luis devoted his entire
existence to her.  He grew ever more ashamed of the things he had
done.  He had facilitated, and occasionally participated in, the rapes
of countless innocent children.  It ate at him.  But still, he
occasionally found his mind wandering to the faces of the terrified
abducted girls while he fucked his wife, or during a lonely
masturbation session.  That always led to his most intense orgasms.
Always, on the day after these fantasies, his guilt would lead him to
treat Maria with even more kindness and love than was usual.
	Over the next days, Luis didn't sleep.  He tried desperately to make
contact with any of his old associates.  After a decade, nearly all of
his connections had dried up.  Finally, Luis thought he found someone.
	It was the day before Maria was set to leave.  She was alone in her
room making last minute preparations.  Luis closed the door to his
room to make a call.  After three rings someone picked up and a
familiar voice came over the line.  "Hello?"
	"Hello," Luis said as his heart raced, "is this Clint?"
	"Yes it is."  The voice was deep and gravelly with the drawl of a
lifelong Texan.  "Who is this?"
	"It's Luis...Luis Garza."  The voice on the other end said nothing.
Several seconds went by.  Luis was about to hang up the phone."
	"I...I thought you were dead."  The voice sounded happy to hear him.
"Where the hell have you been?"
	"I'm living in Austin with my daughter."
"Daughter, uh?  That usually means retirement for types like us."
	"Right."  Luis answered.  "Are you still working?"
	"Yeah, I'm still working.  Why?  You coming out of retirement?"
	"No."  Luis answered.  "Well, not permanently."  Luis explained the
situation to Clint.  He explained in detail all of the horrific things
the two girls did to his daughter.  "So, can you help me?"  Clint was
silent for several seconds.
	"Yeah, I'll help you."  Luis felt a euphoric joy, knowing his plan
was starting to unfold.  "So, you want these two bitches taken care of
painfully?"
"Yeah," Luis answered, "and I want them to suffer."  Clint thought.
"There's this newer place just passed the border.  All the snuffers
are talking about it.  I think it's what you're looking for.  They pay
15 grand a head."
	"That'll be perfect."  Luis said.  "The more brutal the better."
	"All right then.  Meet me at Alex's Coffee Shop at 10pm tomorrow
night."
	"I'll be there."  Luis hung up the phone.  His heart raced as he
thought about the hell those two cunts would soon face.  The next
morning Luis dropped Maria off at the airport.  "I love you, Maria."
He hugged his daughter and kissed the top of her head.  "You know that
right?"
	"I know.  I love you too, dad."  A stewardess led Maria into the
plane.  Luis left the airport and went to the school.  He used his
keys to sneak into the records office to gather all the info he could
about the girls.  He photocopied anything he thought might help Clint
with the capture.  He returned to his apartment and tried to get some
much needed rest.  At 9pm he headed to the coffee shop.  He was on his
third cup when Clint walked in.  He had aged little since the last
time Luis had seen him.  He was a very muscular white man of about 50
years old.  He wore tattered and faded blue jeans with a black and
white plaid shirt.  Cowboy boots and a worn-out white cowboy hat
rounded out his attire.  A man and woman walked in with him.  They
appeared to be about 40 and 25, respectively.  The man was also white
and wore a black suit with a blue shirt and tie.  The woman was
Hispanic and very naturally beautiful.  She dressed in a pair of jeans
and simple white tank top.  The three sat at Luis's booth.  Two
minutes later they were gone, carrying a manila envelope with
information on their targets.  Luis ordered a slice of apple pie and
finished another cup of coffee.  Clint and his team would act on
Saturday.  Luis wasn't privy to their methods.  He was told to be
ready at midnight on Saturday.

It was the first Saturday after school let out, and Annabelle was
walking to the mall. She saw a woman standing by an RV talking on a
cell phone.  She was holding a small pug dog.   As Annabelle passed
by, the woman spoke to her.  "Oh my God!  That's a cute fucking
shirt."  Annabelle stopped and looked at the women as she put away her
cell phone.  "Thanks."  Annabelle stepped toward the woman.  "Ohhh."
She squealed in a typical bimbo voice.  "He's so cute.  What's his
name?"  The woman handed Annabelle the pug.
"It's Micah.  Like after Micah Carli from my favorite band, Haw...."
Annabelle interrupted.
"Hawthorne Heights!  Oh my God, I love them!  They're my favorite band
too!"
"Shut up!  That's awesome!  My boyfriend and I followed them on tour
last summer.  It was incredible.  Micah even signed one of his guitars
for us!"  Annabelle's mouth gaped open.
"No...way!"  The woman nodded.
"It's right inside.  You wanna see it?"
"Uh...yeah."  The woman turned and invited the girl into the RV with her
hand.  Without a second thought Annabelle followed the woman into the
RV.  Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and a knife was held to her
throat.
"Don't fucking scream!"  A man's voice growled in her ear.  She gasped
and the dog fell from her arms.  It darted out the door, back to his
rightful owner.  "Don't make a sound or I'll cut your fucking head
off."  He pushed the terrified child to the back of the RV.  The woman
shut the door and drove off.  The man shoved her onto the bed and
threw a small picture at her.  She was crying hysterically.  "Text
her!  Tell her to meet you in the alley behind the mall!"  Annabelle
looked at the picture of her best friend.  She continued crying.
"Please let me go!  Please don't kill me!"  The man lowered his
voice.
"If you text her, we won't have to kill you."  The girl's cries
continued.  "Tell her you met some cute boys.  Tell her to come to the
RV in the alley behind the mall."    Annabelle tried to compose
herself.  "Say that they have pot, ecstasy, or whatever will get her
here quickly."  The young girl wiped her eyes and reached into her
purse.  She pulled out her phone and started composing the text.  "If
you tip her off, you're fucking dead."  The girl's hands started
shaking even more violently.  "Don't send it, let me read it first."
The girl pressed a few more buttons and handed the man the phone.  He
read the text.
"met sum cute boyz bhind mall.  Hav X in rv."  The man pushed send.
He dropped the phone on the ground and stomped on it several times.
"Get over here."  He pulled the girl to her feet.  He grabbed her
shoulders and spun her around.  He tied her wrists behind her back,
tied her ankles together, and shoved a dirty sock into her mouth.  He
lifted the mattress and pushed the girl into the large storage area
under the bed.  It was at this time that the RV parked behind the
mall.  The man opened the side door to the RV and put on a My Chemical
Romance CD.  He hid just inside the door, obscured in the shadow.  The
woman soaked a rag in chloroform and hid behind a dumpster across the
alley.  Ten minutes later, Whitney turned into the alley.  When she
reached the RV, she knocked on the aluminum siding.
"Hello?  Annabe..."  The woman ran from behind the dumpster.  The young
girl was unconscious before she knew anything was amiss.  The man
jumped out of the RV and dragged Whitney inside.  The woman got behind
the wheel and drove off while the man finished binding, gagging, and
hiding Whitney.

That Saturday was the longest day of Luis's life.  There was a mixture
of fear, excitement, and sexual arousal.  He constantly found his mind
wandering to all the things that might be done to the girls.  He
fought the urge to masturbate.  He kept trying to convince himself
that this wasn't a sexual thing.  He wanted them to suffer for what
they did to his daughter, not for his amusement.  It became harder and
harder for Luis to believe his self deceptions as the day progressed.
He watched the 11 pm news.  The lead story was about the two missing
girls.  Luis smiled as he watched Annabelle's mother pleading for her
"little angel".  "Serves you right, bitch."  Luis muttered to
himself.  A larger smile stretched across his face as he saw a
representative from the police department.  It was the man in the suit
that came to the coffee shop with Clint.  He flipped up the volume.
	"Searching for these girls is presently the Austin P.D's top
priority.  We have issued an Amber Alert for these two precious young
girls."  Pictures of Maria's two tormenters flashed on the screen.
"We do believe that these abductions are related.  However, our only
lead at the present moment relates to Whitney Lamar."  Luis listened,
delighted as his accomplice shifted attention to a fictitious black
man with Oklahoma plates.  "We believe," the detective continued,
"that he is headed north, out of the city."  Luis flipped off the T.V.
and paced around his living room.  At 11:57pm, he saw the headlights
outside his apartment window.  He looked outside to see a large RV,
with Clint in the driver's seat.  He hurried outside, and locked the
door behind him.  He opened the side door and hopped in.  Clint
started driving before Luis could even close the door.  Luis glanced
around the RV.  The woman sat at a dining table drinking a Pepsi.  She
was dressed very differently then she had been at the coffee shop.
She was wearing a much more stylish pair of skinny jeans and a tight
black tank-top with The Rolling Stone's logo.  When he saw her make-up
he realized she must have been used to lure the girls.  Her face
mimicked that of the two captives.
	"How do I look?"  The woman asked in an American accent.
	"You...look good."  Luis answered politely.
	"Bullshit!"  Clint called up from the driver's seat.  She looks like
a goddamn rodeo clown.  The woman walked to the sink and poured a
bottle of water onto a clean cloth.  Luis stared at her round ass as
she scrubbed the make-up from her face.
	"Where are they?"  Luis asked.  The woman placed the rag down.
	"There back here.  Come on."  She led Luis to the bedroom.  She
closed the door behind them.  The woman reached down and removed the
mattress from the bed and leaned it against the wall.  The two girls
huddled together in a large storage compartment under the mattress.
Their arms and legs had been tightly bound with nylon rope and their
screams muffled with dirty socks.  Luis smiled at the girls as their
terrified eyes looked back.  Annabelle was wearing a skin tight shirt
with zebra stripes and a pink tutu.  She had black and white striped
knee socks and her pair of converse shoes.  Whitney was dressed in an
equally ridiculous fashion.  The young brunette wore a black, low cut
shirt with horizontal writing all over it.  A semblance of a dress
peaked out about half an inch from under her shirt.  She wore a pair
of black fishnet stockings covered with large tears.  A pair of
leopard print pumps lay at her feet.  Luis reached down and grabbed
Annabelle's hair.  He took a fistful and pulled her up.  A dark spot
stained the carpet where she had been lying.  The girl struggled
franticly.
	"You know who I am, right?"  He asked the girl, barely able to
contain is anger.  The blonde girl stared at him with pleading eyes.
Mascara and eye shadow smeared across her entire face.  Luis shook the
girl's head and yelled.  "Do you know who I am?!"  The girl nodded and
closed her eyes.  "So, you know why this is happening?!"  She nodded
again.  "Good."  This was what Luis wanted.  He wanted the girl's to
know this was a penance.   Everything that they were about to go
through was their own fault.   Luis let go of the girl's platinum
locks.  The girl stumbled, and unable to steady herself, she fell over
the bed frame and onto the floor.  The woman got to her knees beside
the girl and ran her hand up the child's leg, and under her
ostentatious skirt.  Then she reached her other hand out and started
fondling the girl's chest.
	"How'd you get such big tits, little girl?"  Luis watched the woman
as she continued to molest the bound and gagged girl.  The woman
cupped the girl's pussy.  "Did you piss yourself little girl?"  She
rubbed the child's crotch sensuously.  "You like that don't you?"  She
continued to rub the young girl's pussy through her urine soaked
panties.  After a few moments, she pulled her hand away and wiped it
on her tight, dark blue jeans.  The woman glanced at Luis then back at
the girl.  "How do you want to do it?"
	"Oh," Luis stumbled over his words, "I wasn't really planning on..."
He stopped himself.  He could no longer claim that there wasn't a
sexual aspect to his desire to hurt these girl's.  So he embraced it.
"I want her ass."
	"Sure thing, boss."  The woman bent down and grabbed the girl around
the waist.  She heaved as she lifted the child and bent her helpless
body over the bed frame.  Whitney stared into Annabelle's pleading
eyes.  She couldn't help her.  The woman stood up, causing her braless
tits to bounce in her tight shirt.  She flipped up the child's skirt
and spanked her panty covered ass.  The piss soaked garment made a
cracking noise as little droplets of piss entered the air.  The woman
straddled the child and sat on her back, facing Luis.  The woman's
weight painfully forced the girl's pelvis into the wooden bed frame.
Luis stared at Annabelle's ass.  The wetness of Annabelle's red,
boyshort panties caused the already tight garment to become even more
revealing.  He could see every outline of the 12 year old girl's
pussy.  He knelt behind her and placed his hand between her legs.  He
rubbed his thumb against her asshole, and then moved down to her
pussy.  Her thick lips wrapped around his thumb, encasing it in the
warmth of her trembling body.  The woman watched, licking her lips.
Luis reached under the waistband and slid down the piss soaked
underwear.  He tossed the wet shorts into the bed frame.  They landed
on Whitney's chest.  Again, Luis placed his hand between the girl's
legs.
	"Why is your cunt wet?  Are you a slut?"  He rubbed the girl, and
spread her ass cheeks.  Luis pressed his thumb against the girl's
asshole.  "You ever had anything up there, little girl?"  She started
to struggle.  The girl tried to get up, but the woman's weight
prevented that.  Annabelle's asshole was presented to the man.  Luis
stood back up and pulled down his pants and boxer shorts.  His penis
was only an average 6'', but that didn't matter to this girl.  Luis
knelt back down and pressed the head of his cock against the child's
virgin asshole.  Annabelle clenched it tight.  He placed his hands on
her still developing hips and grunted.  With one violent thrust, his
entire cock was buried in the squirming child's bowels.  He didn't
pull out.  He just savored the feeling of her sphincter muscles as
they spasmed around his cock.
	"Oh, it's not that bad, little girl."  The woman said as the girl's
entire body shook and she screamed through the dirty sock.  After a
few minutes, Annabelle calmed down.  She stopped shaking, and her
sphincter loosened.  Luis pulled out partially, leaving only the head
inside the girl.  He then shoved it back in.  He started thrusting,
and Annabelle started weeping.  Luis felt a familiar wetness in the
child's rectum.  The sudden lubrication of the child's bowels told him
it was blood.  He started raping her more violently and more
franticly.  The smell of shit and blood started wafting up from
between his victim's legs.
	It is said that smell is the sense most tightly linked to memory.
The smells brought about by the rape of this virgin asshole, conjured
up a moment from Luis distant past.  Luis was 19 years old, and in
need of a job.  He was living in El Paso trying to make ends meet.
Finally, he became desperate.  He spoke to a drug dealing acquaintance
of his, and was set up with a meeting.  In the back offices of a small
family restaurant, Luis met with an older man.  Luis agreed to work
for him without knowing the details of the job.  Luis assumed he was
going to be a drug runner, but the truth was drastically different.
When he was finally told he would be abducting little girls, it was
too late to back out.  He knew too much and would have been killed if
he refused.
	His first abduction went very smoothly.  The description he was given
was very straightforward.  The order was for an, "11 year old
blonde."  Three days after his initial meeting, Luis found himself in
Silver City, New Mexico.  He drove the streets in a van provided to
him, and scouted potential victims.  He found what he was looking for
in the parking lot of a closed grocery store.  He was sitting in the
van, eating a burger, when a girl came into view.  She was a couple
hundred feet away and was walking directly toward Luis.  He placed the
burger down and watched her.  When she was about 50 feet away, Luis
got out of the van and opened the side door.  He soaked a rag in
chloroform.  When the girl passed by, Luis darted toward her.  She
managed to scream briefly before Luis covered her mouth with the rag.
She passed out. Luis gagged her and locked her in a dog crate in the
back of the van.  He drove three hours back to El Paso.  His
directions were to gag the girl, and leave the dog crate in a public
storage facility in El Paso.
	He arrived at the storage facility just past 8pm.  He found the
garage and was relieved to see it wasn't visible to the guard at the
entrance.  He backed the van up to the garage door as close as he
could get.  He turned his head around and looked at the girl.  She was
still out cold.  Luis stepped out of the van, and used the key he had
been given to unlock the garage.  He slid it open and scanned the
walls of the buildings around him.  He was told there were no security
cameras, but he wanted to make sure.  Assured that he wasn't being
watched, he opened the back of the van.  Within 10 seconds, he had the
girl in the garage, the van locked, and the sliding door closed behind
him.  Luis exhaled, relieved to have some privacy.  The room was
nearly black, the only light being the purple dusk seeping in from
under the door.  Luis reached for a mechanics work lamp that dangled
from the ceiling.  He flipped it on.  He looked down at the dog
crate.  From where he stood, all he could see of the little girl were
her shoes pressed up against the front grate.  They were tennis shoes,
with a pink plaid pattern on them.  The unblemished white around the
heel, and the unworn sole led Luis to assume they were new.  He bent
over the crate and unlocked it.  Luis reached in, and pulled the
unconscious girl out by the foot.  He splayed her out on the floor and
stood over her, eyeing her vulnerable body.  Her golden blonde hair
was now ruffled and sweaty.  Several strands stuck to her cheeks and
chin where drool had dried into glue.  She had no breasts.  Luis
watched her chest rise and fall.  He kneeled down beside her and
placed his hand on her tiny stomach.  She was wearing a white, baby
doll shirt with "Sixth Street Elementary School" printed across the
chest.  She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, the ended about 2
inches above the knee.  Luis wiped his mouth and reached for the
button on her shorts.  He undid it and pulled down the zipper.  He
slid his hand down the front of the child's shorts, under her
panties.  Warmth emanated from her immature and hairless pussy.  He
adjusted himself as his erection pressed against his jeans.  He
remembered when the man told him the perks his job entailed.  Luis was
told he could "have fun with the little sluts", just make sure their
"little pussies remain pure."  When Luis was told this, he never
imagined he would actually do anything.  But, seeing this helpless
girl, he couldn't help himself.
	He lifted the girl, and draped her over the plastic dog crate.  Her
arms hung over the side, while her tiny ass was presented to him.  He
pulled down her shorts, revealing her cute panties.  They were white
cotton and a size too big.  Undoubtedly, so she had something to grow
into.  He pulled her baggy panties down.  There were tan lines on her
young ass cheeks.  The skin was perfectly smooth, and perfectly pure.
He hurriedly pulled down his pants and got behind the girl.  He
gripped his cock and ran its slickened head up and down the crack of
her ass.  He rubbed it against her virgin cleft.  It took all his
strength not to plunge into her young womb.  Not to make this little
girl a woman by flooding her womb with his potent seed.  He knew he
couldn't.  He would be killed if he took this child's maidenhood.  He
pressed against the little girl's puckered, pink anus and buried
himself inside of her.  He had never felt anything so tight.  He bent
over the girl and started to thrust.  There was no holding back.  No
sensual buildup.  He fucked this innocent child's asshole like a dog
humps a couch cushion.  After about dozen thrusts the child's bowels
were suddenly lubricated.  Luis didn't know what it was, he just
welcomed it.  He was suddenly hit by a metallic, acrid odor.  It took
a few moments, but he realized what the smell was.  He had torn the
girl's insides.  The stench of blood and shit escaped from her
tattered hole.  Luis felt an orgasm brewing and he gritted his teeth.
A few more thrusts and he sprayed into the girl.  It was the most
pleasurable and draining orgasm of his life.  He was balls deep in the
girl as he continued ejaculating.  After the orgasm past, he pulled
out of the girl.  He cleaned his dick with her panties, and locked her
back in the crate.  He took a few moments to compose himself, and left
the garage.
	Luis's attention snapped back to Annabelle.  The 12 year old
continued to sob through the dirty sock.  The woman had unbuttoned her
jeans and her hand was hidden under a pair of black panties.  The
woman's gaze was fixed on Luis's blood and shit covered cock as it
ravished the girl's asshole.  She whispered to herself.  Luis
continued fucking the child while he strained to hear what the woman
was saying.  Luis was able to discern a phrase.
"Fuck her."  Her hand moved like a crazed pianist as she rubbed her
clit, holding back an orgasm.  Luis grunted as he started cumming.
The woman allowed herself the same pleasure.  She bit her lip.  Luis
and the woman continued to moan as waves of pleasure overloaded their
brains.  He sighed as he came back to his senses.  He looked at the
woman.  Her eyes were closed and a grin stretched across her face.
He continued to stare at her, until she opened her eyes.
"Hand me her panties."  He asked.  The woman nodded.  She pulled her
hand from her panties, allowing Luis a brief glimpse of her bush.
Instinctively, she slipped her fingers into her mouth and licked them
clean.  The woman reached down and grabbed Annabelle's urine soaked
panties.  She handed them to Luis, who still had his cock inside the
girl.  He held them under the child as he pulled his cock from her
ass.  Her asshole gaped and gurgled as a stream of shit, semen, and
blood bubbled out of her rectum.  Lois caught the wretched mixture in
the panties.  He looked at the woman.
"I didn't want to stain the carpet."  He told the woman as she stepped
off of the raped child.  When the last drop fell from Annabelle's ass,
Luis tossed the dirty panties into the compartment.  They landed on
Whitney's face, splattering her with the foul evidence of her best
friend's rape.  Luis grabbed Annabelle around the waist and, with a
grunt, tossed her back into the storage space.  Luis noticed that the
woman was still staring at his stained cock, which was now deflated
like a birthday balloon, 3 days after the party.
"May I?"  She asked as she knelt and maneuvered herself toward Luis.
Before he could even give her permission, the woman's face was buried
in Luis's crotch.  She lifted the head of his cock and smelled his
balls.  She sniffed up the base of his shaft, then back down.  She
started licking.  His cock was still very sensitive.  She sucked all
the blood, shit, and cum off of his cock and balls.  When he was
clean, the woman stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her
hand.  She threw the mattress back over the girls as Luis pulled his
pants up.  The woman flopped onto the bed and sprawled out.  Luis
stared at her, as she closed her eyes.
"What's your name?"  The woman opened her eyes and turned toward Luis.
"Sofia."  She closed her eyes again, and crossed her hands over her
crotch.  Luis turned from the woman and walked to the front of the
RV.  He took a seat next to Clint.  They sat in silence for over half
an hour before Luis spoke.
"Who is that woman?"  Clint cleared his throat.
"She's been my partner for a few years.  It really helps having a
woman.  It makes things a lot easier."
"How'd you find her?"
"She was a slave herself."  He continued staring at the empty road in
front of him.  "When she got too old for her master, she convinced him
she was still useful by helping him get new girls."  Luis turned
around.  Sofia was now sound asleep with the two terrified, weeping
children, not two feet below her.  Clint continued.  "Before her
master died, he set her up with me.  She's a crazy cunt.  But, she's
fucking useful."
Luis and his old associated sat silently as they approached the
Mexican border.  It was about 4:30 am when they reached the crossing.
They pulled up to the booth and Clint pulled out his wallet.  "Hello,
Roberto."  He said as he handed the man a couple $20 bills.  The guard
nodded and let them pass.  At 6:15am, several miles outside of Piedras
Negras, the RV turned down a dirt path.  The desolate road led to a
high, possibly electrified fence with razor wire lining the top.  Luis
had been to several places like this when he was still in the
business.  The owners of these houses avoided the law by paying off
public officials with money or girls.  They approached a guard holding
an AK-47.  The guard shone a light into the RV.  He smiled, seeming to
recognize Clint.
"Buenos d�as, se�or.  Adelante, por favor."  The guard opened the
gate.
"Gracias."  He said as he passed through.  The house was perched on a
hill about a quarter mile into the compound.  Several small ponds and
beautifully maintained flower gardens lined the serpentine driveway.
The large RV slowly approached the mansion.  They continued passed the
main house and stopped in front of a large garage behind the mansion.
The engine was shut off and the two men got out.  The back door opened
and an armed young man stepped out of the house.  He nodded at Clint
and let the two men enter.  Luis followed him to the end of a
hallway.  Clint knocked.  A woman's voice came from behind the door.
"Come in."  The two men entered.  In the office, an attractive woman
of about 35 years sat behind a large oak desk.  She was obviously an
American ex-patriot.  She was wearing a feminine pin stripped jacket
with a white blouse underneath.  Ample amounts of cleavage were on
clear display.  "Hello Clint."  She pushed her chair back and stood
up.  Luis was surprised to see her skirt hiked up.  She pulled her
skirt back down and hid her neatly trimmed bush.  She extended her
hand to Luis.  "You must be Luis.  I'm Natalie.  I run this place."
The two shook hands.  "I was told you had some girls for me."
"Yes, I do.  We have two actually."
"Good."  The woman's large breasts jiggled as she nodded.  We offer
$15,000 a head.  I assume that's okay?"
"Yes.  That's fine."  Luis answered.  The woman nodded again.
"We have to check them out first, of course."  The woman knocked on
the top of her desk.  "Get up here."  A redheaded girl crawled out
from under the desk and stood submissively next the woman.  The girl
was about 15 years old.  Her red hair was tied into a ponytail, and
her face glistened with Natalie's juices.  Her skin was pale and her
pussy was completely hairless.  A large bruise on the side of the
girl's left breast drew the men's eyes.  Natalie addressed the girl.
"I need you to check out some girls for me."  The redheaded girl
nodded.
"Yes mommy."  The redhead walked from behind the desk and addressed
Clint.  "Would you take me to the girls please?"  Clint turned and
walked back through the hallway.  Luis walked behind the girl.  Scars
littered her pale ass and back, evidence of years of torturous abuse.
They walked outside.  Sofia was awake outside leaning against the RV.
Clint led that girl into the back of the RV and removed the mattress.
The two bound children looked up at the girl standing above them.  She
bent down to look at the girls.  She plugged her nose and straightened
back up.
"They stink!"  The girl looked for a few more moments and nodded at
Clint.  The young girl stepped away from the bed.  Clint bent down and
grabbed Whitney by the hair.  He pulled her up roughly and slung her
over his shoulder.  Whitney pounded on his back with all the force her
bound hands could muster.  This only amused the man as he carried her
out of the RV.  Luis bent down and forced Annabelle to her feet.  He
slung her over his shoulder, noticing blood smeared in the crack of
her ass.  She didn't struggle.  Luis walked out of the RV and waited
for Sofia.  After a few moments, she came out.  He followed the woman
through the backdoor.
Inside, Luis followed Sofia down the hall.  She opened one of the
doors and they descended a wooden stair case.  At the bottom of the
stairs, a small basement was revealed.  Each side of the basement had
3 very small, empty cells.  At the far end was a stainless steel
toilet and shower head.  Clint was watching as the redheaded girl tore
Whitney's top off.  Luis walked down toward the shower and threw
Annabelle to the ground.  The armed young man stood guard.
The three abductors watched as the redhead forced Whitney's pink
panties down, revealing a young patch of dark pubic hair.  Luis
glanced at the child's chest.  She had a cute pair of developing
breasts that were still very small.  They were a far cry from
Annabelle's.  He looked down at the blonde girl lying at his feet.
Her tits were destined to be huge.  Luis thought about how easy this
girl's life would have been as a hot, rich blonde with big natural
tits.  He spit on her.
"Let's go."  Clint said as he turned to walk back down the row of
cells.  Luis followed.  Back in Natalie's office, Clint was handed six
stacks of $5,000.  He handed Luis three and put the other three in his
pocket.  The three returned to the RV and headed back out of the
compound.  As they made their way through the winding road, Luis hoped
these girls would never forget what they did to his daughter.  He
hoped that the pain of that memory will be surpassed only by the pain
they are sure to receive at the hands of this brothel's clients.

In the basement, the terrified girl's were stripped, bound to the
ceiling by their wrists, and scrubbed clean by the redheaded girl.
After the cleaning, the redhead left and returned with Natalie.  The
busty woman's eyes scanned each terrified child's body.  She stepped
behind Whitney and wrapped her right arm around her. The woman ran her
fingers through the girl's pubescent bush.  Her left hand reached
around and fondled her small budding breast.  The woman whispered
through the damp brown hair that hung over the girl's right ear.
"You're fucked, little girl."  Whitney clinched her eyes as the woman
continued feeling her delicate body.  After a few minutes, her
attention turned to Annabelle.  She looked at the child's tits and
smiled.  "Aren't you the pretty one?"  She reached out and caressed
the side of the blonde girl's breast.  "Katherine is going to have fun
with these."  The woman quietly muttered to herself.  Her gaze broke
from the child's large tits.  "Lucy," the woman said as she turned
around, "put them in a fucking cage."
"Yes, mommy."  The redheaded girl answered.  The woman left the
basement followed closely by the young male guard.  Lucy unlocked the
handcuffs and instructed the girls to follow her.  The two captives
were forced into an empty cell.  The doors were locked and the redhead
left.  The light was switched off.  They sat in silent darkness
regretting every cruel thing they had done to Maria Garza.
Several hours later, the light was switched back on.  The redhead
descended the stairs, followed by the armed guard.  She opened the
cell and ordered the captives to step out.  The girls were led up the
stairs and through a labyrinth of hallways before they stopped in
front of a door.  The guard opened it and the redhead shoved Annabelle
inside.  Before the blonde girl could react, the door was slammed
behind her.  She turned to the door and heard a loud click from the
other side.  She turned back around and scanned the room.  It had the
bright, sterile look of a doctor's office.  There were gynecological
examination tables in the two corners furthest from the door.
However, these tables were not padded with soft leather cushions.
Apart from the four leather straps to bind a victim, the tables were
constructed entirely out of stainless steel.  Against the wall between
the two tables were three large cabinets, also made of stainless
steel.  The floor was covered in blindingly bright white linoleum
tiles.  Several small drains dotted the floor.  Against the wall to
her left, there was a large, weather resistant wooden chair.  The
center piece of the room was a baffling contraption.  It was a large
cone about four feet tall.  The bottom three feet of the cone appeared
to be carved out of a solid piece of dark redwood.  The cap was, yet
again, made of stainless steel.  The tip of which ended in a pencil
tip thin point.  Above it dangled a mess of leather straps attached to
a thick rope.  The rope disappeared into the end to a sturdy rotating
arm.  Had Annabelle been a bit more acute, she would have been
disturbed by how everything in the room was designed for an easy clean-
up.
A man and a woman were also in the room.  They were to Annabelle's
right, standing around a semi circular wet bar.  The man was white and
about 50 years old.  He was dressed in what looked to be a very
expensive suit.  His hair was very neatly cut and combed.  He sipped a
glass of scotch.  The woman was a full figured redhead of about 30.
She wore an equally expensive looking green cocktail dress.  She was
wearing black high heeled shoes and black lace stockings.  The black
lace straps of her garter belt peeked out from under her dress.  The
couple eyed the terrified girl.
"Hello, sweetie."  The woman said, as the man swallowed the last bit
of scotch.  The woman's affectionate voice had hints of deceptiveness
to it.  The woman smiled as she surveyed Annabelle's body.  The room
was silent.  The man started to remove his jacket.  Annabelle started
to back away from the couple.
"Wh...wh... what do you want?"  Annabelle's voice cracked.  The man
didn't react.  He folded his jacket and hung it over the bar.
Annabelle looked back and forth between the two as she continued
backing away.  The woman spoke.
"Why are you so scared, little girl?"  The woman feigned concern.
"What do you think we're going to do?"  Annabelle shook her head
slowly.
"I... I don't know."  The man removed his tie and hung it over his
jacket.
"That might be for the best."  He said smiling.  The horrified girl
started crying.
****
Whitney was led down the hall.  They passed a few more doors, before
the redhead stopped and opened one.  Whitney was led down a very long
staircase.  "W... where am I going?"  The brunette asked tentatively.
"You're wanted in the dungeon."  The redhead answered.  When they
finally reached the bottom, Whitney stepped onto a cold stone floor
and was led to a large arched doorway.  Whitney stood, looking into
the horrifying darkness, when she felt a shove.  She stumbled into the
room and heard the door slam behind her.  The room was almost
completely dark.  The only light came from the far corner.  Someone
was smoking a cigar.  Occasionally the outline of a face was revealed
as the cigar flared with an oxygen rich inhale.  The man's eyes had
already adjusted to the dark.  He watched the frail little girl as she
backed against the wall, reaching for a door knob.
"You can't get out little girl.  That is, unless I let you out."  The
man took another puff from his cigar and stood up.  Whitney watched
the faint burning tip of the cigar as it reached an absurd height.
She followed the light as it traveled away from her.  Suddenly, a
burst of flame arose from that side of the room.  The large man
stepped away from the freshly lit torch and walked toward another.
Whitney's gasped as she saw the man.  He was the largest person she
had ever seen.  He was a bit over seven feet tall and was very
muscular.  His head was completely smooth, and distinctly egg shaped.
He had already stripped naked.  His pale, alabaster skin was
completely hairless and littered with scars.   Even flaccid, his penis
hung halfway to his knees.  Whitney's eyes were fixed on the man's
elephantine cock as it swung rhythmically with his long stride.  The
man traversed the room, lighting the remaining torches.  The final
torch was directly above Whitney's head.  He straddled the child's
body and lit the final torch.  A drop of pre-cum fell and landed on
Whitney's cheek.  The man smiled down at the girl and stuck the
massive cigar back in his mouth.  He turned around and walked back to
his chair.  Whitney took her eyes from the man and looked around the
room.  It looked like the medieval dungeon she saw when she toured the
Tower of London the previous summer.  The floor and walls consisted of
large stone slabs.  The floors were filthy and covered in dark dried
stains.  A large metal rack filled with strange instruments covered
the wall behind the man's throne.
"Please don't... please don't hurt me."  Whitney cried, pressing her
back firmly against the wall.  The man laughed and patted his lap.
"Why don't you come and sit on my lap?"  Whitney shook her head and
pressed her back even more tightly against the wall.  "Don't make me
have to come get you."  The man said sternly.  Whitney slowly got to
her feet and reluctantly started toward the man.  The girl's eyes shot
around the room focusing briefly on different instruments of torture.
When she was almost to the man her fear got the best of her.  She
glanced at a six foot saw hanging on the wall.  It was caked it layer
after layer of dried blood.  She turned and ran back toward the door.
She pounded on the heavy iron door and screamed.
"Help me!  Please help me!"  She turned around and saw the man walking
toward her.  She ran to her left.  She knew that there was nowhere for
her to run, but she couldn't help it.  She couldn't let the man get
her.  "Please don't!"  The man sprinted toward her.  Before Whitney
could react, she was in the man's massive arms.  He carried her like
she was nothing.  He held Whitney to his side while he walked over to
the rack of instruments.  He grabbed a long rope with a pair of
handcuffs on the end and glanced up at the ceiling.  He carried
Whitney to a spot just inside the door.  Her body dropped to the stone
floor and the man sat on her back.  The girl was barely able to
breathe as the man bound her wrists, with her arms stretched over her
head.  He threaded the rope through a hook on the ceiling and pulled
on it forcefully.  The little girl was jerked up to her feet.  She
dangled by her wrists with her toes two feet off the ground.  The man
tied the other end of the rope to a fixture on the wall, securing her.
"Well," the man said taking the cigar out of his mouth, "you don't put
up much of a fight, do you?"
***
The large breasted redhead stared at Annabelle as the man continued
undressing.  Annabelle looked around the room, but saw no way out.
The woman walked toward Annabelle and forcefully backed her against
the wall.  "Don't be scared Sweetie.  We just want to be your
friends."  The woman spoke in a sarcastic tone.  The girl's eyes shot
between the man and woman.  The man smiled to himself as he removed
his black silk socks.  The redhead pressed her body against
Annabelle's, squeezing the child against the wall.  The woman placed
her hand on the girl's cold shoulder and stroked it softly.
"Please don't... please don't hurt me."  Annabelle whimpered softly.
The woman smiled and leaned over to kiss the child's cheek.
"We're gonna do more than hurt you, sweetie."  With her thumb, the
woman wiped a tear from Annabelle's cheek.  "We're going to fucking
kill you."  Annabelle tried to run away, but the women grabbed her
neck and slammed her head against the wall.  "Don't do that!"  Whitney
continued to struggle.  She slammed again.  "Fucking stop!"
Annabelle's head bounced again.  "Stupid...fucking...cunt!"  Spittle
landed on Annabelle's face, and she finally stopped struggling.  The
woman removed her hand from Annabelle's neck and leaned in to kiss
her.  She kissed her neck, down her chest, and took each nipple into
her mouth.  She suckled on each of the child's prematurely large
breasts.  Finally, the woman started kissing her way down to the
child's pussy.  The redheaded woman placed her face firmly into the
girl's crotch, and sniffed.  "God I love that smell."  She rubbed her
nose through the child's golden pubic hair.  "Turnaround, I want to
see your ass."  The redheaded woman placed her hands on the girls
developing hips, and turned her around.  She placed a hand on each of
Annabelle's butt cheeks and spread them.  The woman took a very deep
sniff of the child's little hole.  "You smell... you smell like
rape."  The woman eagerly sniffed again.  She stuck her finger into
the child's asshole.  She pulled it out and sucked it clean, like she
was sampling a pie.  "Ahhhh," the woman exhaled, "beautiful."   The
woman stood up and turned Annabelle back around.  "Did you get raped
little girl?"  Annabelle nodded, horrified.  The woman started rubbing
the child's pussy.  "Was it your daddy?  Was it your daddy that shoved
his dirty dick into your little shithole?"  Annabelle closed her
eyes.  "I bet it was."  The woman leaned to whisper in the girl's
ear.  "I bet he fucked you in the ass every single night.  I bet he
raped you every night until your little asshole bled."  Whitney shook
her head and cried as the woman's fingers continued fingering her
virgin pussy.
"No no no."  Annabelle kept repeating as the woman continued in a soft
breathy voice.
"Did he blow your asshole out?  Is that why he got rid of you?  You
became fucking worthless."  The woman took her hand from Annabelle's
pussy and held her fingers to the girl's nose.  The woman started
passionately kissing the squirming child's trembling lips.  The girl
was forced to breathe in the scent emanating from the woman's damp,
slimy fingers.   "When did he first rape you?  When did your daddy
take your cherry?"
"No!"  Annabelle yelled defiantly.  "My daddy loves me.  He would
never hurt me."  The girl braced herself, anticipating a violent
retaliation.  The woman grabbed Annabelle by the hair and threw her to
the ground.  The woman forced the girl to lie on her back by putting a
knee in each of the child's shoulders.  She lifted her skirt and
rubbed her panty covered pussy against the 12-year-old girl's lips and
nose.  She laughed as the girl's neck twisted back and forth to escape
the musky odor of the woman's unwashed pussy.  This continued for a
minute before the woman finally relented and stood back up.  The woman
kicked Whitney firmly in the side.  She looked over her shoulder at
her male companion.
"Come here sweetie."  The man was now completely naked.  His massive
nine inch penis was fully erect and swayed as he walked toward the
child.  He bent over and flung the naked girl over his shoulder.  He
walked to the examination table and dropped her like a sack of grain.
When he tried to bind her ankles, Annabelle kicked at him wildly.
When she finally landed a blow, the man grunted.  "Fucking cunt!"  He
took a swing at her, landing a forceful blow over her left eye.  Her
head bounced back and slammed against the table, stunning her.
Annabelle lay there, dazed, as her wrists and ankles were bound to the
table.  Her arms were stretched out perpendicular to her body, and
strapped down onto two protruding metal bars.  With her knees slightly
bent, her shins and ankles were strapped into the table's stirrups.
The man leaned over the child and spit in her face.  Her eye was
already swelling.  The man turned toward the woman.  "The fucking
bitch kicked me!"
"I'm sorry sweetie," the woman said mockingly, "she must be tougher
than she looks."  The man rolled his eyes as he turned a crank
underneath the table.  As he did, the stirrups on the table started to
spread.  Annabelle moaned as her ankles drifted further and further
apart.  When her thighs formed a 90 degree angle with her pussy, the
man stopped cranking.
"How's that baby?" The man asked turning to the redheaded woman.  She
nodded approvingly and the man stepped aside.  The woman stepped
between the girl's legs and leaned over her.  She sucked on the girl's
large breasts and started rubbing the child's pussy.  The man stepped
behind the woman and lifted up her skirt.  The man got on his knees
behind the woman and unhooked her garter from her stockings.  The
woman started kissing down Annabelle's chest as she kicked her high
heels off.  She kissed the child's flat stomach.  The man slid the
redheaded woman's stockings down and off.  He was removing her garter
belt when the woman started kissing Annabelle's thin blonde bush.  The
woman took a long lick of the child's virgin pussy.  The woman spread
her legs a bit, allowing her man easier access.  The man slid down the
woman's panties and started kissing her round, pale ass.  The woman
giggled as the man buried his face between the woman's cheeks.  She
took several deep sniffs of Annabelle's crotch, and then shoved her
tongue into the girl's tight pussy.  The man alternately licked and
sniffed the woman's asshole, as she brought Annabelle toward her first
orgasm.
***
Whitney dangled from the ceiling with her shoulders stretched
painfully.  The large man was perusing the rack looking for
something.  The girl tried looking over her shoulder.  She heard the
man sigh, and talk to himself.  "Ahhh, that's nice.  This will do
fine."  Whitney heard the man's footsteps as he approached her from
behind.  He walked around her and stood, eyeing her smooth flesh.  He
had a long leather whip in his hand.  He cracked it a few times and
gave a satisfied nod.  He walked up to the girl and looked into her
face.  She was two feet off the ground, and eye to eye with the large
man.  He reached around and cupped the girl's firm ass.  He kneaded it
forcefully and laughed.  "Such a nice little ass you have.  It's so
smooth and firm."  He spun the dangling child around and knelt behind
her.  "I can wait to see what it looks like when I'm done with it."
He bit her left ass cheek forcefully and shook his head like a shark.
Whitney screamed.  He stood back up and spun the girl back around.
Whitney forced her eyes closed when she saw the blood on the man's
lips.  He spit on her.  He stepped back and swung at her with the
whip.  Whitney shrieked again as the leather knotted tip cracked
across her stomach.  The man swung again, striking her on the upper
chest.  The searing pain was the worst she had ever felt.  Dark red
stripes formed on her body as the man continued whipping her, grunting
with each strike.  "Fucking bitch!"  Whitney screamed as a blow struck
her firmly across the nipple.  "You're a worthless pile of shit!"  He
focused his attention on her young budding tits.  "Stupid little
cunt!"  When the little girl's chest and stomach were almost
completely covered in red slashes, he walked behind the girl.  The
abuse continued on her pristine back and ass.  The girl continued to
weep as she felt like her skin was being flayed from her body.
"Please!"  The girl barked.  "Please stop!"
"I'll stop..." he swatted her again, "when I want..." and again, "to
fucking stop."  He whipped her ass for several excruciating minutes.
A few small blood trails flowed from a few particularly hard strikes.
The man finally stopped beating the young girl.  He tossed the whip
aside and slowly started circling her.  He eyed the girl's body the
way an artist does a canvas, contemplating where to mark next.  The
girl, whose eyes had been tightly closed throughout the assault,
peeked at the man.  His cock was fully erect.  It didn't stick
straight out like the cocks she had seen on the internet.  Because of
its immense mass, it still pointed at the floor, unable to fight
gravity.  It hung between his legs, the purple head almost reaching
his knees.  Whitney could not take her eyes off of it.  "You like what
you see, little girl?"  The man asked, realizing Whitney was staring.
The girl shut her eyes again.  The man continued his examination of
Whitney's tattered flesh.  Behind the hanging girl, he ran his fingers
down her striped back.   It resembled something Jackson Pollack would
have done, had he had a "red phase".  What had previously been firm
and smooth was now broken and tenderized.  He stepped up close to the
girl and gripped his cock.  He rubbed his slimy head across the
child's bloody ass cheeks, and then slid it between her thighs.
Whitney looked down and saw several inches of the man's cock
protruding from between her legs.  The man whispered in her ear.
"Imagine that fucking your little asshole."  Whitney shook her head
and babbled.
"Please no...I can't...please...please...let me go."  The man slid his cock
out from between the girl's legs and walked to the wall.
"Oh, okay.  As long as you say please."  He untied the rope from the
wall and started lowering Whitney to the ground.  With her toes only
an inch from the ground, the man jerked the child back up.  She
screamed as pain shot through her shoulders, feeling as though her
arms were about to be torn from their sockets.  She heard the man
laugh when her bound wrists met the hook on the 12 foot ceiling.  She
then started falling.  She fell 7 feet onto the stone floor.   She
tried to brace herself for the landing.  Her left ankle hit the floor
first, twisting unnaturally.  She felt a crack.  Her young body
slammed to the floor, and a brief moment later, the pain hit her.  She
started screaming as pain shot from her ankle.  The man laughed as
Whitney cried violently.
***
Annabelle was fast approaching the first orgasm of her short life.
Her heart raced as the unfamiliar sensation kept building.  The
redheaded woman flicked the child's small clit and lapped up all the
juice that dripped from the girl's young pussy.  The man was still
behind the woman.  His nose pressed against the woman's asshole, while
he tongued her pussy.  The man stood up, and turned the woman around.
They kissed passionately, each tasting cunt in the other's mouth.  The
man pressed the woman against Annabelle.  The woman's pale ass pressed
against the child's pussy.
"I'm fucking horny."  The man whispered into the woman's ear.  "Let me
fuck her."  They continued kissing.  The woman pushed the man back
gently, and stepped out from between Annabelle's legs.  The man's nine
inch erection pointed at the child's virgin slit.  He stepped between
the girl's legs and moistened the tip of his dick with the child's
juice and his rape partner's residual slobber.  He stared into the
girl's pleading eyes as he savagely penetrated her tight, virginal
pussy.  The girl's hymen tore and the man's swollen cock head bounced
off her cervix.  Annabelle screamed through clenched teeth.  The man
continued tearing into the girl with violent thrusts.  The woman egged
the man on as she fingered herself.
"That's it sweetie.  Fuck that cunt.  Shred that little girl's pussy
up."  Blood started flowing from Annabelle.  It dripped to the floor
and smeared the man's large shaft.  The woman got caught up in the
moment and climbed onto the table.  She straddled the girl, facing the
man, and sat on the child's face.  The woman started grinded her pussy
against the child's lips.  "Eat my cunt, bitch!"  The woman shouted.
Annabelle kept her mouth clinched.  "Eat my fucking cunt!"  The woman
screamed as she punched the girl in the stomach.  She continued
beating on the girl until she opened her mouth.  Annabelle slid her
tongue into the woman's pussy.  The woman bucked her hips, using the
child's face to get herself off.
The woman was completely unshaved.  A thick black bush showed her red
hair to be a ruse.  Stray pubic hair from around the woman's asshole
tickled the inside of Annabelle's nose.  The pungent aroma of sweaty,
hairy asshole made the girl gag.  The man, still repeatedly bruising
the girl's cervix, leaned in to kiss the woman straddling Annabelle's
face.  He pulled the woman's dress over her head.  Large DD breasts
bounced freely against her chest.  The man bent over further and took
the woman's right nipple into his mouth.  He suckled as he continued
raping the child.
Annabelle's entire pelvis was in unbearable pain.  Her cervix was
swollen and bleeding.  The walls of her vagina had split in several
places.  Her young body had never felt pain this bad.  The young
girl's immature mind could barely fathom it.  The woman was quickly
approaching orgasm with each grind of her hips.  She wrapped her arms
around the man's neck and started bucking even more forcefully.
"Fuck!"  She screamed as her body started shaking.  "I'm cumming!"
Several seconds of convulsionary pleasure led to her collapsing in the
man's arms.  The man held his partner in and helped her off the
table.  He pulled his bloody cock from Annabelle's damaged cunt.  It
made a slurping sound as it slid out.  Blood pooled at the base of the
table and dripped to the floor.  The woman leaned against the table,
her knees still weak from her powerful orgasm.  "Goddamn!"  The woman
looked at the girl's crotch.  The pussy gaped obscenely and blood
smeared the girl's thighs.  "You fucking ruined that little cunt!"
The woman reached over and shoved four of her fingers into the girl.
She then smeared her blood covered fingers over Annabelle's face.
"Dirty bitch.  Letting a strange man fuck you."  The woman started
fondling the child's chest as she turned to the man, who was preparing
to reenter the girl.  He slid his cock back into the child's bleeding
cunt, meeting very little resistance.  The woman smeared the child's
chest with blood as she continued squeezing her breasts.  She made
little noise, only an occasional gasp followed by several minutes of
breathless weeping.
"I'm about to cum baby."  The man said, wiping sweat from his brow.
The woman leaned over the girl to get a better look.
"Keep fucking that pussy!"  The woman stared at the pistonesque
movement of her partner's penis as it continued to ravage the young
child.  His movements increased furiously for several seconds, and
then stopped.  He grunted.  "Fill that cunt!"  The woman shouted as
the man made a few remaining thrusts.  He grunted with each one as he
filled the child with thick globs of his semen.  He held his penis in
the child for several seconds while he caught his breath.  The woman
slid her hand over the child's pussy, the large cock between her
middle and ring fingers.  When the man pulled out the woman cupped her
hand and caught a mixture of blood and semen as it flowed out of the
child.  With a laugh and a wet slap, the woman violently smeared the
child's face with the aftermath of her traumatic, violent rape.
***
Whitney continued screaming as she pawed at her throbbing ankle.  She
watched through teary eyes as it quickly began to swell.  The man was
already preparing for his next bit of fun.  He stood in one corner of
the stone dungeon looking at two sturdy metal poles.  The vertical
poles were five feet apart and firmly imbedded into the stone floor.
A small, height adjustable metal platform stuck out protruded from
each pole toward the other.  The man turned around and looked at the
girl.  He thought for a second and adjusted the height of each
platform.  Hanging on the wall behind the poles there were an
assortment of wooden stockades.  The end of each stockade had two
holes designed to secure it to the platform.  Unlike a traditional
stockade, this one was designed so that the broad edges faced the
ceiling and floor.  The man chose one and lifted it off the wall.
The man walked to the girl, her cacophonous shrieks settled into a
loud and steady sob.  The man undid a few metal latches and opened the
stockade and placed it at the girl's feet.  He got on his knees in
front of her and grabbed the broken ankle.  She screeched and kicked
at the man with her good foot.  With little effort, he caught the
flailing foot and forced her ankles into the two outside semicircles
of the opened stockade.  Her ankles were spread four feet apart.
"Give me your wrists."  The girl was on her back gritting her teeth
and screaming.  She was oblivious to the man's polite request.  "Give
me your fucking wrists!"  The man's voice bellowed.  Keeping a firm
grip on the child's shattered ankle, he leaned forward and grabbed the
girl by the hair.  He forced her to sit up.  "Put your wrists in, you
stupid cunt!"  The girl stretched painfully and placed her wrists into
the stockade.  With expert quickness, the man latched the top back
on.  Whitney was now helplessly confined.  The man stood back up.
With very little effort the man lifted the stockade.  He carried the
girl to the corner and secured each end of the stockade to a metal
pole.  The soles of her feet pointed at the ceiling, her back at the
ground.  Her virgin pussy and asshole were spread as an offering to
the man's colossal erection.  Whitney continued screaming as one
fourth of her weight pulled on her broken ankle.  Struggling only made
it worse.  The man stood between the girl's legs, lifted his erection,
and flung it over her body.  The head of his swollen cock rested
halfway between the girl's bellybutton and plum sized tits.  He lifted
it a few times and dropped it to make sure the girl appreciated its
heft.  He stepped back and knelt down in front of the girl's exposed
holes.  He licked and spit on the girl's tight pussy.  He stood back
up and started forcing himself inside the girl.  It was like forcing a
billiard ball through a straw.  Something had to give.  Whitney's body
started tearing.  She convulsed as her rapist went further and further
inside her.  The man wasn't even one fourth of the way in when he hit
the child's cervix.  He pressed harder and harder causing more and
more blood to flow from the girl.  "You're a tight little cunt!"  The
man said pulling his cock back out.  He forced it back in slamming
against the deepest part of the child's vagina, causing even more
excruciating pain to the child.  The man continued until the pain from
the rape and the broken ankle cause the girl to lose consciousness.
He continued raping the motionless girl for several minutes trying to
rupture her insides.  Finally, he pulled out.  His cock dropped and
slapped against his leg, smearing it with blood.  He walked to a small
bag near his chair and pulled out a packet of smelling salt.  He
walked back to the girl and waved it under her nose.  She snapped back
to consciousness.  Her wide eyes begged the man.
"Please!  It hurts!  Please don't..."  The girl lost consciousness
again.
"Fuck."  The man said frustrated.  He walked back to the bag and
pulled out a syringe.  It was an experimental drug designed for use
during particularly intense interrogations.  Its effect was twofold.
It prevented loss of consciousness and filled the recipient with
intense fear.  The latter effect was a kind of dysphoric LSD trip
without the hallucinations.  He preferred not to use it.  He preferred
his victims' terror be all natural.  But, he often had no choice.  He
walked back to the girl, found a vein in her arm and injected her.  A
minute later she was conscious.  But this time it would be for several
hours.  "That's better."  The man said to the screaming girl.  "It's
no fun if you're asleep."  He walked back between the girl's
upstretched legs and placed his bloody cock against her asshole.  "Do
you want it in here, little girl?  You want it inside your tiny
asshole!?"
"Please don't!  Please stop!"  The girl begged and wailed as the man
forced himself inside her asshole.  Her sphincter stretched as the man
slowly entered.  He was able to get much deeper inside the girl's
bowels.  His cock wasn't even halfway in when it hit the 90 degree
turn to her colon.  The girl screamed even louder as her large
intestine repositioned itself, allowing the man's cock to continue its
unrelenting penetration into her viscera.  With every millimeter the
little girl could feel her insides ripping and tearing.  The drug kept
her conscience through the unbearable torture.  The man's balls
finally rested against the girl's ass.
"Fuck," he exhaled, "that's deep."  He felt the girl's bowels spasm
and he started to pull out.  He looked down at his dick as it
unsheathed from the girl.  It was covered in a vile mixture of blood
and shit.  As the large, bulbous head slipped passed the girl's anus,
it pulled her rectum with it.  The man shoved the girl's prolapsed
bowel back into her body, and started savagely thrusting.  The man's
13 1/2 inches repeatedly warped the little girl's insides.  He wrapped
his arms around the girl's legs and pulled, forcing even more weight
on the girl's broken ankle.  "You're mine little slut!"  He said,
taking a bite from her leg.  "You belong to me!"  The girl's screams
filled the room.  For several minutes the man continued, only stopping
to pull out the child's rectum and watch it slide back through her
extremely distended asshole.  When the man felt that he was about to
cum, he pulled out and flopped his cock onto the girl's stomach.
Blood and shit splashed across the girl's torn flesh, and with a few
quick strokes he started to ejaculate.  Several ounces of semen shot
onto the girl.  Large globs landed on her face and small undeveloped
tits.  The majority flowed and pooled in her belly button.  The man
stumbled to his chair and dropped down.  "Fucking hell, little girl.
You know how to please a man."  Blood continued dripping from the
girl's ass.  He reached down and grabbed a fresh cigar.
***
Annabelle continued to weep as her rapists sat in the wooden chair
catching their breath.  The woman sat on the man's lap.  His blood
stained cock was deflating against her pale round ass.  He wrapped his
arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.  After a
few minutes, the woman stood up and walked to the steel cabinets.  She
opened a few drawers and rummaged around before pulling out a black
plastic case.  She carried it to the other table and with a loud
crash, she dropped it.  The woman opened the box and pulled out a
battery powered surgical drill.  "Wow," the woman said to herself, "We
can have some fun with this."  She snapped open a small case and
pulled out the thinnest bit.  She screwed it in and pulled the
trigger.  The unmistakable squeal pierced Annabelle's ears.   The
woman walk back to Annabelle and got back on the table.  "Now to play
with these big titties."  The woman squeezed the child's left breast.
She frowned at the drying blood that had been smeared on the girl.
"But, I've got to clean them first."  The woman turned her head toward
the resting man.  "Sweetie, could you bring me some water."  The man
grunted affirmatively and stood up.  He grabbed a bottle of water and
walked to the woman.  "Thanks sweetie."  She took the bottle and
poured it over the child's chest, washing away the smeared blood.
"That's better."  She took a swig and tossed the bottle on the floor.
"You always need a blank canvas."  The man leaned against the table
and watched as the woman placed the tip of the bit over the child's
right nipple.
"No! No! Please don't!"  The woman pulled the trigger.  The girl's
nipple briefly caught on the bit, causing her entire breast to twist
before the flesh finally tore.
"Fuck!"  The man said as he watched the girl's breast vibrate
erratically.  The girl's screams drowned out the high pitched howl of
the drill.  The woman forced the spinning bit deeper and deeper
directly through the child's nipple.  When she reached as far as she
could go, the woman pulled the bit out forcefully.  The woman yelped
delightedly as bits of fat came out with it.  Blood slowly started
bubbling up from the small hole.  The woman repeated this on the
child's other nipple.  At this point, Annabelle was shrieking and
pleading franticly.  "Please stop!  God please stop!"  The woman
squeezed Annabelle's right breast, a stream of blood squirted out like
milk from a cow's utter.  The woman drilled another hole in the
child's left breast.  And another.  And another.  The woman squeezed
the child's left breast.  Four red streams of blood jetted several
inches in various directions.  One shot directly into the child's
gaping mouth.  As the girl started choking, the woman continued
filling the girl's chest with hole after hole.  At this point, the man
had started fingering the woman.  His thumb was up her ass while he
rubbed her soaked pussy.  The woman deranged smile slowly changed to a
vicious scowl as more and more punctures covered the girl's chest.
"Fucking cunt!"  The woman muttered.  "How do you like your new
tits?"  The woman was approaching orgasm.  "Keep going sweetie!  Keep
going."  The woman placed the bit against a fresh spot on Annabelle's
chest.  She started cumming.  The bit slipped and the woman pulled the
trigger.  "Fuck!"  The woman screamed ecstatically as the bit jammed
in the young girl's sternum.  "Don't stop!"  The man vigorously rubbed
the woman's swollen clit, as she continued to pull the trigger.  The
motor quieted, signaling a nearly drained battery.  She dropped the
drill.   The bit snapped in half, leaving about half an inch sticking
out of the girl's chest.  The drill slammed to the floor, throwing the
battery across the room.  The woman's euphoria passed and she
collapsed on the girl, smothering her in her large milky white
breasts.  After catching her breath, the woman maneuvered herself off
the girl.  The man was slipping his pant's on.
"Let's get something to eat."  He said to the woman.  "I'm starved."
"Oh, my ass wasn't enough for you?"
"I'd prefer something a bit less fatty."  The man said jokingly.  The
woman gasped, and pushed the man.
"You son of a bitch!"  She said laughing.
"Hurry up."  The man and woman got dressed.  They left the helpless
bleeding child bound to the table as they went to visit the bordello's
in house chef.
***
The giant man took a final puff from his cigar and snuffed it out on
the armrest of his chair.  He stood up, stretched, and walked back to
the dangling girl.  The pool of semen over her belly button had taken
on a reddish hue as the welts covering her body continued to bleed.
The child's broken ankle had continued to swell, causing her foot to
turn blue due to blood restriction.  He left the girl hanging and he
left the room.  He ascended the large staircase and entered the room
across the hall.  Inside were a very large bed, television, and all
the amenities you would find in a modern hotel room.  The large man
walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.  He washed the
blood and shit from his dick and watched the stained water circling
the drain quickly turn clear.  He washed his body and dried off.
Still completely naked, he left the room and went to see the chef.
The woman and man were already in the dining room when the naked man
walked in.  They were dressed in the clothes they had arrived in,
their hair still damp from a post rape shower.  "Oh," the woman said
staring at the large man's swinging cock, "hello, Tomas."
"Hello Katherine," he nodded politely.  The smaller man stood up and
walked over.  "Good evening James.  It's nice to see you two."  The
men shook hands.
"You too."  The shorter man said.  "Would you care to join us?"
"That would be fine.  Thank you."  The large man pulled up a chair and
sat with the couple.  For the next three hours the trio ate and drank,
trading stories of different girl's they'd had.  It was well past
midnight when they finished and went to their rooms.  The three slept
soundly, while their victims remained bound in abject horror.
Annabelle was in the better shape of the two.  Her breasts throbbed,
but the drill bit had been narrow enough for the wounds to stop
bleeding quickly.  The only sleep she got came in microscopic bursts
before pain forced her awake.  Whitney's condition was much direr.
Had the man not injected her with the stimulant, she would have passed
out hours ago.  An observer would have thought her cries related to
her shattered and swollen ankle.  They would have only been partially
right.  The vast majority of her pain related to the violent anal rape
she had endured.  Her rectum and large intestine were tattered beyond
the body's ability to heal itself.  Her bowels continued to spasm and
hemorrhage.  Left untreated, she would be dead in a couple days.  It
was nearly 4 am when the drug finally wore off.  Finally, the
suffering girl was granted the reprieve of unconsciousness.
***
It was about 10am when the door to Annabelle's room opened.  The man
and woman walked in, refreshed and ready to further their captive's
agony.  They had already removed their clothes.  Steam rose from mugs
of coffee.  They approached the girl and stood on either side of
her.
"How ya doin' honey?"  The woman asked with mock concern before taking
a sip of her coffee.  "Did you sleep well?"
	"Please," Annabelle begged hoarsely, "let me go."  The man looked
around the room while the woman continued staring and smiling eerily
at the girl.
"Baby, come here."  The man called to the woman.  Annabelle watched as
the woman walked to the man and examined the room's centerpiece .
They stood around the cone quietly speaking to each other.  It
appeared that the man was telling the woman what the device was for.
The woman giggled.
"Oh my," she covered her mouth and laughed through her fingers,
"that's dreadful!"  The woman glanced back at the girl and smiled
ominously.  The two finished their coffee while speaking out of
earshot.  When they finished, they walked to a small panel on the
wall.  The man opened it and read the brief instructions on the back
of the small door.  Inside the panel were two small levers.  One was
adjusted vertically and the other left to right.  He moved the lever
to the right.  The arm above the cone started rotating clockwise.
After it had rotated 180 degrees, he pulled the other lever down.
Slowly, the tangled leather straps drifted to the floor.  It was 45
seconds before the man released the lever.  The man and woman
unknotted the leather straps.  The woman walked back to Annabelle and
started to unlock the girl's arms.  She stopped.  "If you fight, I
will fucking kill you."  Had she known what was coming, Annabelle
would have seen the threat as an invitation.  The woman unlatched her
from the table and threw her to the floor.  Annabelle lay with her
tattered and punctured tits against the cold linoleum floor.  The
woman dragged the girl by the hair to the waiting leather harness.
The man stepped behind Annabelle and forced her arms behind her back.
They were bound in a very painful reverse prayer position.  A leather
belt was locked tightly around her waist.  The man walked back to the
panel and pushed the lever up.  Slowly, the girl ascended toward the
ceiling.  Annabelle's sleep deprived mind still had no idea what was
coming.  The arm rotated as the man pressed the other lever.  The
girl's body slowly arced toward the cone.  When the point of the cone
was directly below her feet, Annabelle had a realization.  The girl
started to panic.
"No," she screamed, kicking at the air, "stop!  Please!"  The kicking
and swinging caused a shooting pain in her already painfully distended
shoulders.  She started her decent.  As the point of the device
reached her feet, she tried standing on it in a desperate attempt to
avoid the inevitable.  The point had been expertly ground to a fine
point.  It immediately started piercing the bottom of her foot.
Instinctively, she lifted it.  She wrapped the soles of her feet
around the cone like an orangutan climbing a tree.  She continued to
slide down against the finely sanded and bloodstained wood.  The fine
steel point was closing in on her.  Finally, Annabelle was able to
hold a grip with her feet.  The point was only inches from the child's
virgin asshole.  Annabelle continued her desperate pleading.  "Please
don't do this!  Please!"  The woman smiled at the girl and the man
sighed, frustrated.
***
The large man entered the dungeon at 10:30 AM.  Whitney was still
unconscious with a large pool of blood on the floor beneath her.  Her
broken ankle had continued to swell.  The naked man walked up to the
girl and assessed her damaged body.  Dried blood was smeared on her
pussy and ass.  The man lifted his massive cock and started to piss,
washing the blood away.  When he finished relieving himself, he lifted
the wooden stockade and dropped the girl on the floor.  He unlatched
her and placed the stockade back where it had been the previous day.
Whitney lay motionless on the floor.  The man picked her up and
carried her across the room.  He had already decided on his next
course of action.  He carried the girl to a small wooden table.  It
was about two feet high and had a rectangular top.  He laid the girl
on her back.  Her arms and legs hung over the table's edge.  He went
back to the wall and grabbed two sets of handcuffs and a leather
belt.  He positioned the girl's arms and legs over the four corners of
the table.  Whitney's left ankle and wrist were pulled toward each
other and locked with a set of handcuffs.  The same was done to her
right side.  Finally, the man forced the child's head back so that her
chin was flush with her chest.  A leather belt was threaded through
notches on the table and wrapped around her forehead.  The man secured
it tightly.  The hair on the top of Whitney's head pointed to the
floor.  Finally, the man went back to his bag.  He pulled out another
syringe and injected the girl.  Several seconds later Whitney awoke,
screaming desperately.  In her mind she had never lost consciousness.
One moment she was hanging from the stockade with her body painfully
contracted, and the next she was stretched over the small wooden
table.  She tried moving her neck but the belt held strong.  She
opened her eyes.  Before her inner ear oriented her, it appeared that
the man was walking on the ceiling.  She watched him as he walked to
the wall to grab a small steel device that resembled an elongated
teardrop.  The fat end was about the size of a kiwi fruit.  The other
end had a small crank.  The man slowly started to turn it.  With every
rotation, four petal-like segments expanded outward, until after a
dozen turns the base was the size of a softball.  He walked up to the
girl and knelt in front of her face.
"Good morning, little girl.  Are you ready for more fun?"  The man
continued taunting the girl.  Whitney heard only snippets of what the
man said between mind shattering bursts of pain coming from her bowels
and ankle.  The man tightened the screw on the device, returning it to
its original state.  The man pressed on the girl's chin and forced her
mouth open.  He started forcing the device into the child's throat.
Whitney's sweaty skin caused the man's hand to slip.  The girl
fastened her lips.  The man reached over and swung the heavy
instrument against the girl's already shattered ankle.  She screamed
and the man forced it into her mouth.  She tried shutting her teeth,
but the device was already partially inside.  The girl's mouth was
stretched as far as it would go, but it the device was still too fat.
The man applied more and more pressure against the child's teeth until
her blistering cries reached a crescendo as six of her front teeth
were ripped from their socket.  The man pulled the device out and
reached into the girl's mouth.  One by one he pulled the broken teeth
from her bleeding mouth.  As the final tooth clicked and skidded
across the stone floor, he forced the device back in.  It fit
perfectly.  The man started turning the crank.
***
Annabelle was struggling, trying not to slide down onto the cone.  Her
legs were throbbing after ten minutes of great effort.  The woman
watched with anticipatory glee, waiting for the girl to slip.
Finally, the man spoke.  "We have to catch the 3:30 flight.  We don't
have all day."  The woman stared for a few more seconds, and then
answered back.
"Okay, fine."  She walked to the cabinet and opened a door.  She
looked for a few moments, and then pulled out a scalpel.  Without
hesitation, she walked the girl and slit her right Achilles tendon.
Annabelle screamed, dropped, and then bellowed violently.  The point
of the cone tore into her anus.  The descent stopped after three
inches of cold sharp steel had entered her.  Before Annabelle could
try anything else, the woman slit her other Achilles tendon and jammed
the blade into the side of the child's thigh.  Blood flowed from the
girl's ankles as her face twisted in agony.  The woman gestured to the
man.  He lowered the child further.  The young girl slid down two more
inches.  The girl continued screaming as the cold steel tore into her
delicate body.  Again, the woman signaled the man.  Annabelle slowly
slid down two more inches, screaming and begging as each millimeter
split her apart.  The first evidence of internal damage showed itself
as a pair of blood streaks flowing down the front and back of the
cone.  She was lowered again.  The woman licked her lips as she
watched blood pour from the child.  "Let's do the cunt now."  The
woman growled.  The man obliged and started raising the girl.  When
the filthy steel point slid past Annabelle's anus the man spoke.
"You need to guide her down, baby."  The woman gently swung the child
a few centimeters and nodded at the man.  She held the girl as the man
pulled the lever.  Annabelle's cunt was forced over the bloody, shit
smeared cone.  The girl hung there, unable to feel anything but pain.
She slid down three more inches.  The pain increased exponentially
when the tip pressed against her cervix.  Involuntary movements caused
the sharp point to carve several grooves into the girl's uterinal
entrance.  She was lowered again.  The cone wedged itself into the
young girl's uterus.  Shrieks filled the room as her cervix was
punctured and torn.  The tip wedged itself deeper and deeper until her
uterus was filled with cold steel.  Her descent ceased.  Her
reproductive organs, which were only beginning their functional life,
were irreparably damaged.  A torrent of blood poured from the child's
body.  The man and woman watched for several minutes as Annabelle
suffered, slowly losing consciousness.  The woman looked at the man
and nodded.  He pressed the lever and the child rose while more and
more blood coated the torturous cone.  The girl dangled from the
harness as the man swung the arm away and lowered her to the floor.
He unhooked the child from the harness and carried her semiconscious
body to the table.  He threw her down.  The woman knelt in front of
the child and viciously shoved her entire fist into the girl's gaping
pussy.
***
Whitney's mouth was stretched to its breaking point.  She had
aspirated blood and was choking uncontrollably.  The man continued
mercilessly turning the screw.  Whitney felt a crack.  She couldn't
tell from where.  The pain felt like her entire skull was being
rendered apart.  Another turn led to another crack.  Suddenly, a
deafening ringing struck Whitney's ears as her lower jaw was torn from
its socket.  The man continued turning the screw, eventually tearing
ligaments from her jaw bone.  The agony visible on the girl's face
gave the man a throbbing erection.  He stared into the child's face
and stroked himself.  Eventually, he began contracting the device.
Her jaw remained distended as he removed the instrument.  The child's
mouth was hideously deformed.  It gaped opened like a yawning
hippopotamus.  The child's tongue flicked at the air as blood coated
her mouth.  The man got to his knees.  He carefully slid his mammoth
cock into the girl's mouth.  She started gagging as the head slipped
passed her uvula, forcing pooled blood into her esophagus.  With the
most sensitive part of his anatomy past the child's remaining teeth,
the man took less care as he continued forcing his cock down the
child's throat.  The man watched the bulge in Whitney's throat travel
down toward her breasts.  The child's chest heaved and the man felt a
burning on the tip of his penis.  The girl started to spasm,
desperately trying to get air.  He went further and the child's chest
continued to heave.  The man's balls pressed against the child's
nose.  He pulled the majority of his cock out quickly, and then
carefully avoided the child's teeth.  Whitney gasped, and then started
to vomit.   It splashed to the floor in several violent heaves.  More
flowed from her mouth and ran into her nose.
"Fucking disgusting bitch!"  The man snarled and he repositioned
himself into her mouth.  Again, he slid his massive cock past the
child's tonsils.  The bulge in her throat slowly traveled downward.
The child's esophagus spasmed, massaging the man's cock with rhythmic
waves.  "Ooo, keep doing that baby."  The helpless child struggled to
breathe, but the man was unrelenting.  He started thrusting into the
child's stretched gullet.  Her struggles only increased the man's
pleasure.  He continued thrusting for over 30 seconds, then pulled out
as the child approached unconsciousness.  Over the years, he had
become quite adept at avoiding unconsciousness in his victims.  He
continued raping the child's throat in 30 second bursts.  As the man
got closer and closer to orgasm, the child got closer and closer to
death, a soothing death which the little girl was praying for.
***
Annabelle was in a mental state very similar to that of her friend.
Death eluded her.  Her young body lay tattered and bleeding as the
woman's fist pounded into her uterus.  The man stroked himself, as
blood slashed against his partners face.  "Let me at her."  The man
said impatiently.  "Let me at the little slut."  The woman pulled her
fist out of the girl.  She ran back over to the drill, put in a fresh
battery and revved it.  The man stepped between the girl's legs and
buried his nine inches into her.  The child's cervix was no longer the
impassable wall it had been the previous day.  Now, it was a mere
demarcation of torn flesh.  His engorged head repeatedly entered the
child's uterus.  The woman replaced the broken bit, with one
substantially larger.
The man continued raping the child, tearing her insides apart.  He
rested his hands on her abdomen and applied his weight.  This pressure
tightened the child further, increasing the man's already uncontained
pleasure.  The woman, drill in hand, ran to the man's side and stared
into the child's face.  She no longer screamed.  A less experienced
torturer might have thought the child was dead.  But the woman knew
better.  Despite her lifeless gaze, the young girl wasn't dead.  She
merely longed for it.  It was moment's like this that the woman
craved.  To see a helpless child, begging to be murdered.  Only days
before, this girl had her entire life before her.  But now her eyes
pleaded for death.  The woman was only too happy to oblige.  She
placed the bit under the child's left breast.  She pulled the trigger
and forced the rapidly rotating bit deep into the girl.  It tore
through her skin, a layer of baby fat, muscle, and glanced one of her
ribs.  Finally, the drill reached its intended target, and tore a hole
in the girl's lung.  The child's face barely changed.  The woman
masturbated as she moved the spinning bit around, further lacerating
the lung.  The girl coughed, sending a mist of blood into the air.
The woman pulled the bit out and did the same to the other lung.
"Fuck!  Baby, I'm about to cum."  The man said as his thrusts
intensified.  As the young girl's lungs began to fill with blood, the
woman pulled the drill out.  She placed her ear against the child's
chest, and listened.  The young heart slowed, as the woman's fingers
quickened.  "Fuck!"  The man screamed as he started to ejaculate.  He
filled the child with a stallionesque load.  He remained inside the
girl as his orgasm passed.  The woman was restraining her orgasm and
staring into the child's eyes.  She muttered to herself.
"Fucking die you worthless cunt!"  The woman continued skirting her
orgasm for several seconds.  "Your life means nothing!"  The child's
body was nearly shut down.  "You only existed to please me!"  There
was a final thud in the girl's chest and her eyes glazed over.  The
woman's entire body shook as she let the orgasm envelop her.  She
screamed and gritted her teeth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed
through her body.  "God!"  She howled as she braced herself against
the table.  Finally the woman collapsed to the floor and laid spread
eagle, exhaustedly panting.  The man quickly pulled his cock from the
child and lay at the woman's side. They held each other and kissed, as
blood oozed from Annabelle's corpse.
***
Whitney's young body rocked as the large man continued his fervent
assault.  He pulled out of the child's mouth and caught his breath.
He stared down into the girl's face.  "Ready, you little slut?"  He
smeared his vomit covered cock into the child's eyes.  "You ready to
die?"  He slid back in.  This would be it.  There would be no more
last second reprieves.  No more desperate gasps for air.  These were
her final moments.  He pounded into the child's throat more violently,
and with much less care.  After 25 seconds, the man noticed the
muscles in the girl's legs tense up.  Five seconds later they
relaxed.  His assault intensified.  His cock slid quickly up and down
the girl's throat.  "That's what you get!"  He said to the unconscious
girl.  He panted breathlessly.  "Fucking cunt!"  He felt that familiar
feeling in his cock.  He wiped sweat from his brow, and arched over
the child's body.  He shoved four fingers into her pussy and gripped
her like a bull rider grips the reins.  "Almost...there."  He bucked
against the child's face spastically.  After a few more thrusts, the
giant man started ejaculating.  His seed flooded the dying child's
esophagus.   He remained inside the girl for a couple minutes after
his draining orgasm.  He caught his breath, and noticed pain in his
weakened knees.  He pulled his contracting penis from the dead girl's
mouth.  He placed his left hand on her neck for leverage and started
to his feet.  There was a terrible snap as the child's neck broke and
bent frightfully.  "Shit!"  He tried again and successfully got to his
feet.  He grabbed the base of his cock between his thumb and index
finger.  He pulled down, removing any residual vomit and blood.  As a
final act of contempt, he flicked the fluid over the dead child's
chest.  The man sat back in the chair and lit another cigar, his eyes
fixed on his latest victim.
***
Several hours later, a cleaning crew wheeled the two lifeless bodies
to an incinerator room.  The little girls were tossed into the inferno
like so much garbage.

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