Chapter 1

This was the third time in two days that the nude 7-year-old had been shown to prospective customers in the "selling house" just south of Budapest. She'd been bought the week before from her parents. The mistress of the house had already told her about sex and that she'd soon be the property of a man, woman or couple. With shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair, the girl had been dis-robed and inspected as soon as she entered the house. One woman stood behind her and held her by her shoulders as another knelt and separated the girl's innocent labia. A small cannula with headlamp was all that was needed to ascertain the girl's virginity. She'd bring at least $8,000 if she was healthy and most importantly, HIV negative. She proved to be perfect in those respects.

Now, she was walked back to her locked room, having just been diplayed and offered for sale to a German couple who were dressed in fetish clothing. The man just circled around her once, grinned and pinched her ass hard. The woman, however, stood in front of the 7-year-old and jammed the slapper of her riding crop violently into the girl's virgin cuntface. The girl's knees buckled and she held her hands over her pussy, wailing. No one was much concerned or impressed about that, though, and the mistress of the house somewhat lightly kicked and ordered her until she got up.

As the girl walked back to her room cradling her stomach in her hands, the woman who had just stabbed her was already looking at another girl, a 4-year-old with curls, who had been brought into the receiving room. The woman considering these two girls was rich and powerful enough to do whatever she wanted, and in the last 25 years, she and her lovers had purchased and put-to-death over 200 girls under the age of 12. Most of them had beenunder the age of 6. She had actually been impressed with how sensitive the 7-year-old had proven to be. Now, she was going to put the little 4-year-old through a reaction test. "Stand behind her." she directed. A young woman, around 14, was called to squat behind the little girl, supporting her.

The woman squatted in front of the naked girl and connected some wires to a box and made some settings. "Stick your tongue out." She said, and a woman interpreted in Romanian. The girl did as told and a single lead was applied to the tip of her tongue. The little girl's body flew back and collapsed into the arms of the young woman behind her. The unconsious, curly-haired toddler urinated all over herself and the floor as the German woman in black leather methodically dis-connected her gear and put it away.

"I'll take both of them." she stated in an orderly fashion.

There was not going to be any fuss or confusion about these two: She was going to torture both of them to death tonight. "They are both Romanian?"she asked. A man offered, "The older one's from Ukraine. Says she's from Poltava. We found her on the way back. Her parents sold her for ten hryvnia." "And what about the little one?" asked the German, as her husband surveyed the now-standing but wobbly little girl.., and she frowned at him. He would make her eat his shit later. He thought of this and grinned at her. Her little, condemned pussy stood there on top of those tiny, weak legs, totally available. Totally vulnerable.

"We caught her in a church in Deda. A lot of them go into churches to hide". The money for the girls changed hands and the male partner of the buyer opened a black briefcase to retreive a set of handcuffs and ankle restraints w/ 16" connecting chain. The 4-year-old saw them and started running. She was grabbed by two nude 12-year-olds, abductees themselves. All the girls at the house "watch after" the others, because if one escapes, they all are punished unmercifully. They did a good job in intercepting the toddler and not letting her face get injured in the process: One 12-year-old had grabbed and held the girl up by her hair so her face would not hit the floor. They had been trained to do this.

With the 12-year-olds holding her down on her little back,The ankle restraints were easily put on the kicking and screaming little girl, and the man even kissed the soles of her feet as he was doing this. He then methodically pulled her to her feet by her hair and the woman owner slapped the handcuffs on behind the girls back and tightened them up good. Damn, she looked so good with her little chain running between her ankles, and arms angled neatly backward.

The woman squatted in front of the sobbing and sniffling little girl and said, "If you urinate or defecate on the way back, I will knock all of your pretty teeth out. Ok?" Someone translated it into Romanian for the girl. She looked up at the woman, who clamped the little girl's left breast between forefinger and thumb. "OK?!"

The little curly four-year-old winced and her knees buckled but the woman caught her before she hit the floor. She nodded vigorously to the affirmative, crying her little eyes out. The woman released her breast from her grip.

"Okay. Get the other one." commanded the powerful German woman. The naked, frail 7-year old was then marched out to them and both man and woman owner were ready with her restraints and cuffs. "Turn around." said the woman. After translation, the girl did so and immediately she had handcuffs pinning her wrists together behind her back, kind of throwing her shoulders back in a very sexy way. The woman noticed this, and standing behind the girl, munched her lips hard, over and over, into the nape of her thin neck, then running them and her tongue up and down her neck and shoulders. The girl developed goose flesh and her pussy even got a little warm, but those reactions reversed when the woman whipsered to her, "I'm going to dig my teeth into those shoulders later on." In the excitement, the frightened pre-teen had not even noticed her ankle restrants and chain being applied by the man who would soon help take her life in an exquisite and brutal assault.

God, did she look fuckin' gorgeous with them on!!!

A door was opened, flooding the doorway with light, and the two girls were positoned three metres behind the German man. The woman reached into a leather pouch on the back of his waist and out fell long, thin, gold-colored chains (actually there were five of them) with rubber-tip alligator style nipple clamps at the end of each. The woman brought one chain to the 7-year-old, and squatting, attached it firmly to her little mound of a clit. The girl screamed and her knees bent. She squatted there, crying, as the same thing happened to the 4-year-old. Two older female posessions of the school stood and squatted behind the toddler, restraining her. The clip was attached inside here puffy labia, on the clit area and the girl lay on her side on the hardwood floor, screaming. She looked beautiful.

She was brought to her feet and commanded to walk out the door, following the man. A pistol was put to her head by the woman who had bought her, and she probably would have used it, too, if the girl had refused to walk: There were plenty of girls there to replace her and the polished hardwood floor would have cleaned up in a jiffy.

Chapter 2

When they got outside to the dusty back alley, the girls were allowed and instructed to urinate and defecate there, because it would be a one hour trip by truck to Bieske, where a private plane would be waiting to deliver the four of them to a private field in Saalfield, Germany. Although it was extremely painful for the slaves to urinate with the nipple clamps on their clits, The 7-year-old squatted on the dirt road first as a man with an AK-101 guarded both the rear entrance to the house and it's leaving customers. Urine ran out of the girl, and eventually a brown turd appeared too, dropping to the ground.

The 4-year-old had a little bit more trouble evacuating herself, so whether voluntarily or not, stood urinating all over herself. Her golden, fresh pee glistened as it ran down the gold chain between her chubby labia and then her legs in the early morning sunshine. Someone wiped her little legs down with a towel and the girls were ushered into the back of a cube van. The man whose wife bought them dis-connected their chains, reaching for and twisting the rubber-tipped nipple clamp on their clits before opening them. Both girls fell to the floor, howlng in pain, holding their genitals. The door was slammed and off they went.

After they cried on the floor, they held hands and the older one even inspected the younger's vagina to see she how bad her injuries were. All she could see in the light from the rear window was some redness. The little girls did not speak the same language, but they both knew they had to make a move when the door opened or they would be finished. The older girl sensed the necessity of this more than the younger one. She summoned every ounce of courage and strength on the ride to the airplane, and when the door was opened suddenly, the naked, frail, hungry little girl was a flurry of arms and legs. She jumped. She tried to kick. She tried to punch and scratch. She screamed in fury as her younger associate just watched with her head down.

The German woman took a sharpened 6-foot steel pole, brought it over to the fighting girl.., and plunged it straight through her body, purposely missing her stomach and exiting it through the little girl's back, beside her spine. She pushed it in so that exactly half was in front of the girl and exactly half sticking out behind her. "Okay, girls...Onto the plane." directed the woman, with a clap of her hands. They helped the bleeding, impaled 7-year-old off the ground and up the steps of the A500. She was actually able to walk some of it with help. The 4-year-old was crying, especially because her naked friend had a huge metal pole stuck in her.

"There. Everybody comfy?" asked the German woman as the two engines revved to life. The 7-year-old lay on the floor, half dead. The woman walked over to her and squatted so they were almost face-to-face. "We're going to throw you out of the plane once we get into the mountains." she told the girl. The girl could not understand what was being said, but she knew she was dying. The woman generously offered the girl some food and drink, but it seemed she wasn't hungy or thirsty, so the woman and the 4-year-old feasted in front of the bleeding pre-teen.

The woman got out of her body harness, half-cup underwire bra and studded leather panty and put on a strap-on that was long but thin. She called the 4-year-old over to sit on her lap. The little girl did so and soon felt something pushing uncomfortably at her private parts as she ate. The woman's husband watched as she started to cry and the dildoe made it's way further and further into the child's virgin vagina, causing her more and more pain. Soon, there were loud enough screams coming from the tiny, naked, frantic girl that even the plane's engines could hardly be heard.

The girl squirmed and flailed her hands and tried to push the woman away. With no remorse at all, the woman broke the little girl's arms, twisting the little elbows backward and that was the end of the fighting. She fucked that little girl's cunt with the thin strap on for over a half hour and the girl cried, laying straight on her lap, face down, legs spread wide, the entire time.

The 7-year-old didn't even feel the wind when the door was opened. When she was floating, spinning through the air at 20,000 feet, she thought she was dreaming. It was just as well. She didn't feel it when the hit the ground, either.

With blood all over her lap, the woman noticed that her little captive had fallen asleep, but that changed dramatically when they landed. The prosthetic that was still inside the child rammed and opened her cervix with every bump and lurch of the plane as it touched down and made it's way down the dirt and grass runway. The little girl threw up and the woman casually tossed her against the wall of the plane so she could clean herself up and get her fetish gear back on. The girl was a real mess by then, with broken arms, facial scars and bruises and a bleeding vagina and uterus.

When the door was opened, the little 4-year-old was thrown out of the airplane and onto the grass. It knocked the wind out of her, but those in the airplane waited to see if she gathered the strength and courage to run. They waited, watching the cutey from inside the door. They waited some more. They honestly thought the naked little girl might be dead.., but then she got up in a jiffy, even with broken arms, and made a sprint for it. Her little babyfat buttocks tried desparately to propel her across the grass field as rapidly as possible. "You want to get her or I?" laughed the woman. The grinning man lunged out the door of the airplane and careened off after the child, whose cunt started to get warm and tingly when she looked back and saw the man approaching. She knew she was going to be caught.

Up she went and the man swung her in circles in the air around him playfully, holding onto her hands, knowing that her elbows were broken in half. He swung her round and round, watching the agony on her face with perverse amusement. He finally carried her back to the woman exiting the plane, under his arm like a sack of potatoes. She cried as her lil elbows filled and swelled up with blood, turning the joints purple.

"Oh! What do we have here?" asked the leather-clad woman. "A little athletic girl who likes to run? maybe you were looking for a boyfriend, to suck his cock?" They layed her down on the grass and the woman took out black latex bondage tape. Starting at the 4-year-old's ankles, she bound her tiny legs tightly together, not stopping until she was just below the girl's bleeding and deformed puddy. She felt motherly, so dropped her head on the girl's crotch to lick and clean the blood from her a bit. It was delicious and the girl seemed to calm down a little while she was being tended to.

They took her to a waiting B.M.W., and laying her on her back in the back seat, put powerful nipple suction cups on her. The girl was far too tired and traumatized to roll over and knock them off. All she knew was that her lil nipples hurt terribly for the next hour and a quarter. She did not know that the nipples were being pulled to an eventual length of 2" in those little glass cylinders which were 1/2" wide. Seeing that the girl's nipples had filled the glass cylinders, the girl's owners pulled off the nipple suction bulbs but left the glass cylinders on, threw a blanket over her and got her out of the car and into the chalet.

Chapter 3

In the large ski chalet's hall, a pretty 30- year-old maid in French maid's outfit smiled when she saw the black latex-covered lil feet which popped out from under the blanket upon arrival. Once inside, though, the blanket was thrown off the baby and a couple of the 100-or-so rich guests in formal attire saw the violated and bound tot. They just knowingly smiled and went back to the party. A bound 4-year-old was something that was seen all the time in their circles, especially at large gatherings like this one. These types of parties usually ended with a child being killed, so the guests who saw the tiny feet began spreading the word.

Most of the guests considered 4 years to be the perfect age for extreme bondage, torture and murder, because although the girl was still young and innocent enough that she was very close to being a baby, she had gained enough strength at her age to be able to sustain massive abuse and injury and still cling to life. That is what they wanted. These people were quite used to seeing a naked child nailed to a wall, "X" or or crucifix and were disappointed if her ordeal was under two hours.

The little girl was ushered down into the basement, next to the dungeon and cleaned up. Her lil elbows were reset and she was given some lydocaine. Her hair was washed and she was bathed and they even x-rayed her private parts to see what was going on there. Her cervix had been penetrated, inflamed and ravaged. The little girl's distended nipples filled the glass jars holding them and these would not be taken off until later. She lay there and a little orange thong was put on her and some make-up.

A 13-year-old servant in sheer pink nightie who was Romanian sat on the bed, beside the sweet girl and comforted her, putting a blanket on her and tucking her in. She spoke to her softly and told her everything was going to be all right. "They, they...killed my friend!" the small girl told her. "Yes. I know. That is okay. " she assured her. "If you do not resist or try to escape they won't hurt you and they might bring you back to your parents too!" (Of course, these were all lies, designed to give the girl hope and sustenance before her big ordeal that night). "Really?" she queried, through her busted up lip and scraped face. "Yes!" the 13-year-old said with a big smile, stroking the little girl's forehead.

Just when the tiny little captive thought she had found a true friend, though, the young woman sitting beside her asked, "Can I see your tits? I love little girl tits." The 4-year-old tried to look down toward her chest, but her neck was too stiff. The young lady tenderly took the top of the blanket and asked again. "Please?" She was toying with the sweetheart and wanted to hear her actually give her consent to her molestation. "OK." she said, adding, "They have things on them".

The pretty 13-year-old stepped out of her sheer nightie and delicately pulled down the little girl's blanket, exposing her tiny chest and encased nipples. She immediately descended on them, dropping kiss after romantic kiss on the 2" long tubes with the tiny holes at their tops. "Oh wow." She said, lubricating profusely. She flipped and flapped the tubes with her tongue, lapping at them passionately and sadistically.

If the girl had not been on painkillers, it would have hurt terribly. The little girl's lover/friend wanted to kiss and bite the raw nipples, but she knew better than to take the cups off. She knew they were put on there by someone with authority and would probably be removed by that same person. She gently replaced the blanket, gave the girl a kiss on the forehead and went upstairs, turning off the light.

The 4-year-old girl woke up being darped over and strapped to a 2-foot-high, wooden, wheeling dolly and started to cry. Her legs were spread and strapped down, as were her arms. She was wheeled onto an elevator, and when the door opened one floor up, every guest in the house was waiting to see the screaming, crying child who was restrained in a position to give complete access to her cunt from the rear. She heard chains rattling and some adults were talking about dogs. This little girl was about to be fucked to death by dogs in front of 100 people. Everyone smiled as they saw her little puffy cunt staring up at them, so helpless, so afraid. So delicious.

Bitch estress was wiped into her little puffy slit and a schnauzer was released. It immediately set upon her and entered her. He fucked her like he only had a minute to live, and guests laughed as they saw her labia rapidly expanding and contracting with his thrusts and releases. A tv monitor was put in front of her face so she could see what was happening. His knot expaned inside her tiny puddy and as he turned, dog ass-to-child ass, he actually seemed to be smiling as he smelled the huge amount of child blood underneath him and her. He had fucked her good and millions of doggyy sperms were inside of her, now, searching for her hiding egg.

When his cock shrunk and he dismounted, a labrador retreiver was brought in. The dog seemed frantic. It's leash was unclipped and he ran to her with his big red dick bobbing underneath. People howled with laughter at her anguished, crimson red face as she screamed upon penetration. The dog scratched her back and sides to pieces as he fucked her like he was posessed. About a pint of doggy semen was about to change owners and he was going to make sure she took it all. He moved on his hind legs to make sure he was always hilted inside her. As expected, his knot caused a fresh flow of blood in the little sexy girl. Only now, it was not a steady flow, but a pulsing flow. Apparently, he had broken some larger vessels.

As the guests waited for the dog's knot to shrink so he could dismount, the girl's female owner approached her with her electro-stim gear. "How you doing, babygirl?" she asked her, squatting. Wires were pushed through the tops of the little girl's glass nipple tubes. The tiny tot screamed as the wires were forced up into the 2" of her distended, swollen, pumped nipples. Women guests masturbated openly and guys had their hands in their cut-out pockets too.

To see about 50 women lifting their skirts and dresses up and masturbating around the tortured child was a very beautiful thing. They sensed that the child was almost finished. That's how you tell if a child is on it's last leg. Watch for when the women start masturbating and especially cumming. They always know.

The woman set the P.E.S. box for slow pulse (about every 5 seconds) and the child's entire body was jolted over and over. Her little trolley she was on was put on a 1-foot-high platform, more estress was wiped into her sloppy little cunt.., and a St. Bernard dog was brought into the room. The dog looked like he was honestly sorry for the little girl.., but walked over and became massively erect. He couldn't quite get his dick in her after he jumped up on her back, though, so a priest and nun from the local community walked forward.., and guided it in for him.

The girl puked immediately through her weakening yells. Then, brown stuff started to spasm from her mouth.., and finally blood. The St. Bernard dismounted, possibly feeling that something was wrong. Maybe he couldn't understand why the girl was convulsing every 5 seconds. The dog's owners put him back on the girl and replaced his cock at her bloody cunt's entrance. He pushed it in and started fucking her again. The owners encouraged and praised him, the female owner french kissing the dog, so he continued fucking the child.

A heart monitor was put under the raped and tortured girl's chest and put through the P.A. Everyone listened for it to stop, and when it did, they all cheered wildly and kissed. Just then, massive amounts of clear cum poured from her dead pussy that was still occupied by the beautiful, proud St. Bernard. "Yeah!" was heard from more than one woman.