STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR

BY SPYTH

[ part 7 ]

They slept together the rest of the night, then Greg sent Stephanie back through the secret passage to get dressed. He didn’t want the rest of them to know that he’d spent the night with the little girl.

It was Ted’s turn to take a shot at Stephanie. Gregg was afraid that the giant wouldn’t bother with any of Von Munch’s fancy machines. He was more likely to just grab his meat clever, drag Stephanie by the hair out back to a likely looking stump, throw her over it and then lob off her head with the same dispassionate air as a chicken farmer bringing one his flock back to the house for family dinner. Gregg was surprised, then, to see the big man speak gently to the girl after breakfast, and then led her up the stairs to the second floor. Gregg, again, tagged along.

This room was extra tall for the heart of the machine itself was a guillotine perched on a platform. Ted was explaining how it worked to the little girl.

“This is a test of how obedient a little girl you can be,” he told her, helping her off with her clothes. “You can be an obedient girl, can’t you?”

“Oh, yes! That’s exactly what they teach us at the academy!” replied Stephanie, anxious to prove herself.

In a few minutes Ted had the child strapped in the guillotine. The gleaming blade hung on a rope about twelve feet above her neck. The other end of the rope ran though a set of pulleys down to the level of Stephanie head. When brought out from the last pulley it ran left to right before the little girl’s mouth. Ted signaled for Stephanie to take the rope in her mouth and bite down hard. She did this and then Ted released a lock on the rope so it took the full weight of the blade. It pulled her head to the left suddenly and Gregg could see her small neck muscles struggling with the load.

“As long as you keep you mouth closed and keep quiet, like an obedient girl, the blade won’t drop,” stated Ted. Stephanie probably didn’t need this explanation, noted Gregg. The device contained a mirror just in front of her face tilted so that she would see herself, the blade above her and the rope mechanism in between. Any tiny movement of her neck was reflected in a movement of the blade above her. Stephanie was probably also aware of the chute just below her chin leading to a bucket designed to catch her little head should she fail to be an obedient girl.

Stephanie was strapped into position on all fours with her ankles wide apart and off the edge of the platform. Ted stepped up behind her and dropped his pants. He had the largest cock Gregg had ever seen. He spit on the tip, stroked it a few times, and then started pushing it into the little girl’s rosebud.

It took considerable effort to force the monster into the child’s rear end, but after Ted had accomplished it he went at her with tremendous energy. Stephanie bounced around like a rag doll and Gregg saw blood on the giant’s cock, yet the child remained completely silent, her eyes closed in determination.

“Come on,” muttered Ted to himself. “Scream. Scream so I can cum inside your little, headless corpse, you schoolgirl slut!”

Gregg wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. Stephanie must have been in so much pain - her little face was crimson red - but she kept her mouth shut frustrating Ted. Twenty-five minutes went by and the giant started slapping the girl across the rump, trying to get her to give in, but nothing. Finally Ted could contain himself no more, with a scream of his own he came. Ramming himself up Stephanie’s rear end, it almost seemed that the man’s cum would flow shoot the child’s ears.

The giant had held back so long, and the release of strain was so sudden, that for a moment his blood pressure dropped and he blacked out. His three hundred pounds, falling flat on little Stephanie achieved what his earlier actions had not. The wind was knocked out of the little girl and the rope spit from her mouth. The blade raced down.

Of course now Stephanie was no longer alone on the guillotine by herself, Ted was laying on top of her. He was taller than her, however, and the sharp edge hit him just below the shoulders. Fortunately, for him, the blade had been balanced to sever delicate, slim, necks, not broad, heavily build backs. The metal ruined his leather jacket, and split his skin, but did no permanent damage. Maude and Susan, who had come up to see the finale, raced to his aid, pulling him off of Stephanie. While Maude cradled her son’s head in her lap, Susan ran downstairs to find medical supplies to sew up his bleeding back.

Gregg picked little Stephanie out of the machine and held her in his arms. She was weak as a kitten.

“Gregg,” said Maude, giving the unconscious child a look filled with daggers. “You have something planned with Stephanie now. Take care of it. The lawyer will be here soon.”