MEPHISTOPHELIA

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2 ]

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

The Sacrifice

Dunan pushed opened the rear door of his pub with the hip check he had been famous for in his first division Rugby days. Arms loaded with biodegradable paper bags full of half eaten leftovers from the night’s patrons. His cooking, as big a draw, as his large fieldstone half timbered Elizabethan inn. Actually the place was less than a hundred years old. As a fire had reduced it to its stone foundations. Just prior to World War One. But local craftsmen, who’s ancestors had probably created the original. Were quite willing to recreate it, especially during the lean times of the post war depression.

The hatch of the rodent proof metal food disposal bin was open again.

And he knew the hands that had opened it. Did not belong to any furred four footed scavenger. His patrons had chatted about a dark haired girl spotted hiding out around the seaside Welsh town lately. Some supposed one of the girls who had fled when a young offender’s detention centers transport van had come a cropper in a bust-up with a much larger lorry last weekend.

“You can eat warm fresh food inside.” He said out loud. “I will leave the door open and go stand on the other side of the work table.”

Dumping the bags in, he slid the louvered doors closed and then walked back into his kitchen. Leaving the door open wide, he positioned himself on the condiments side of his work table and waited.

Sure enough, a dozen minutes later. A scrawny dark haired girl in dirty blue jeans, oversized mans jacket and sodden running shoes slipped hesitantly inside. She stood there; head down, ready to flee in an instant, like a deer caught in his cars headlights.

“Leave the door behind you open, if you like. “ He opened with. “Would you like to share my dinner with me?” He inquired as he removed one of his famous steaks and vegetable pie’s from the oven and slid it onto the table between them.

“Yes Please.” Came the soft reply.

“Share a chocolate shake, too?” He added as he turned around and began preparing one.

“Yes Please.” In that sweet young feminine voice came to his ears.

“Take whichever you want and leave me the rest.” He instructed as he slid two plates and two sets of knives and forks towards her. The mixer behind him blending his concoction brought her face up.

“What brings dark haired lass you out on a damp night like this?” The man inquired in his best fatherly tone.

“Keeping out of troubles way.” She offered. “It has a way of making my life difficult.”

“One straw for you and one straw for me.” He stated as he filled the tall glass up and added them. Taking the first sip from his. “Just in case you might think it was drugged.”

They shared the meal in silence. That she was half starved. Evident from her face and the fact three quarters of the pie big enough to satisfy four adults vanished inside her.

“Here is ten pounds and a key to that shed in the corner of my yard.”

The heavy set male instructed as he slid the indicated items over. “It has a deadbolt on the inside, Strong enough to keep me out.”

“The bus heading inland leaves around nine AM.” He instructed. “I will bang on the shed’s door an hour beforehand.” He added. ”Most of its passengers will be tourists heading home. And you can slip in among them easily.”

The girl reached out, took both items and replied.” Thank you for you assistance.”

“Remember to be kind to someone who needs it, someday.” He replied.

The girl then began backing out of the kitchen. But when she was in the doorway, dropped both the key and the money, as her trembling hands reached out for the door frame. Ending up collapsed into a pile of soft helpless female flesh.

“It was in the straw.” The male announced as he moved in on his latest victim. “Did you not wonder why yours was the bendy one?”

Pleasure vs Pain

Lifting her up, and then easily slinging her over one shoulder. The man closed and locked the door before walking out of the kitchen and behind the bar. Kneeling down as he balanced her slight weight, clasped the metal ring sunken into the hardwood floor behind the bar and lifted the trap door up. A set of solidly built wooden steps led downwards into the inns deep stone walled basement. The lights had come on as the hatch opened and he maneuvered around racks of stainless steel beer kegs hooked into the pressurized hand operated beer pulls upstairs.

Beyond lay a walk in freezer, shelves of tinned dry goods and everything else required to operate a busy pub. One corner occupied by a riveted together iron coaling bin, complete with round edged iron hatchway. Its outer walls lined with shelves of wine and spirits. The pub had originally been heated by a coal fed furnace. That had long since replaced by a modern gas one.

His employees believed he kept them out of the basement because all the pubs alcohol was kept down there and he wanted no shortages’ to play havoc with his profit margins.

The reason was far more sinister. Inside iron box was where he kept little lost girls his coven of Druids abused until it was time to sacrifice them. The next sacrifice was three weeks away. Long enough for each of his five associates, to sate their lust for raping and torturing little preteen girls until the fall.

Unlocking the hatch with the old iron key he kept on a chain around his neck. He swung open the door, slipped her gently off his shoulder and into his arms, and then carried her inside.

Holding her emancipated body up, by one slim wrist. While he fastened the other in place with a padded iron shackle. He looked into her pretty face.

“You have falling into your last little bit of harms way.” He said to her unconscious form. “And when we are eventually through with you. There will never be any more.”

The sadistic adult male wondered if he could catch another one after this ones sacrifice and keep her to himself for the long summer months. He had become addicted to abusing little girls in the Far East while acting as liaison for his families illegal arms supply business. People who were barred from purchasing weapons for their insurgencies on the open market had kept him supplied with choice young tidbits’ from the opposing side for fifteen years. Until one large shipment of arms, was intercepted on the high seas, while it was being off loaded from the small freighter into local dhows. The local authorities had captured the buyer along with his purchases and he knew far too much about their illegal arms dealings. Dunan knew it was time to cut and run. After slipping back to England, he had purchased this inn and now lived the life of a hotelier.

Once he had her hung up, stepped back to examine his latest catch. This one had the coal black hair and slightly dusky skin of purebred Welsh lass. But her voice lacked a locally raised girls Welsh lilt.

They were very careful never to kidnap a local girl. Welsh families were very tightly integrated and unforgiving of those who transgressed against them. Even of the English who had over run all of Wales in the time of Phillip the second. The Welsh were still unforgiving of that one, hundreds of years later.

All around her on the walls and in corners were items designed to bind or inflict pain. Pincers, irons and long thin steel needles were heating in or on steel plate on a gas fed brazier. Whips made from the finest Spanish leather hung on pegs ready to mark her skin. A long chrome weight bar lay up against one corner with over three hundred pounds of weights. Enough to stretch a little girl’s body taught when it was strapped to her spread wide ankles and the weights slipped onto the bar.

He remembered one little Spanish lass they picked up off a beach three years ago. She had to have been no more than eight and had survived six months of rape and torture, before she was sacrificed during the winter solace. Her parents had stayed in the inn for over a month while the local authorities searched the water for her body. Before they finally gave up and went home. Every night, after seeing them off to bed and offering his condolences. He descended into the basement, their spent the night torturing and raping their daughter while they slept upstairs.

He had never been so turned on and never since able to get it up so many times in one session.

He had almost decided to keep her, until that German lass fell into their arms. And then his libido went through the roof over her twelve year old busty body and the Spanish girl was sacrificed as all the rest had. But German had been weak and almost died after only a month of abuse. So they just kept her barely alive and sedated until the time was right.

Tonight he had this one to himself. And as her captor, he had the right of first rape. But he would wait until she revived in about an hour. Seeing her mind go intro shock as she realized the helplessness of her situation for the first time, was a tremendous turn on.

Reluctantly, he left her hanging there. And after securely locking her inside, went back upstairs.

It took over an hour to clean up the kitchen and set the dishwasher running. He had done it by himself so many times it was automatic. His mind working through the abuse he would put his new victim through first. And decided that new Spanish multi thronged flogger was due for a tryout.

Locking up, after setting the alarms and turning out the lights. He phoned his fellows to announce their latest catch was ready, before descending into the basement to begin his favorite pastime.

“Why?” Was the first thing out of her mouth as he opened the iron door.

“Because I love to torture little girls.” He replied as he locked the door behind him.

“I trusted you.” She begged. ”If you let me go I will tell no one.”

She gasped as he flicked open a Bali song and began cutting the clothes of her body.

“If you thrash about.” He warned her .”I might accidentally slice your skin.”

“Like you are not going to slit my throat, eventually, anyway.” She countered.

“Nope.” He replied as he cut the laces off her running shoes and slipped off her oversized socks.

“You will leave this room very much alive and all in one piece.” He promised her as the blade ran up the outside of her legs and sliced off her blue jeans to reveal her hairless snatch.

“I like a hairless pussy.” He remarked.

“I’ll bet you do.” Came the gasping reply. ”How many have you had in here?”

“A dozen tender young things have spent time in her before you.” A piece of damming information he had not meant to reveal.

“Some might consider thirteen an unlucky number.” She said as his razor sharp knife cut off her blouse.

“Unlucky for you.” He informed her as he slipped out of his clothes and chose the whip from the wall peg.

A strike across her hips brought a squeal of pain that continued as the next went across her chest. Moving to her side he landed one on her pert bum cheeks followed by two across her back side.

Around and around he went, until both of their bodies were glistening with sweat. And her screams had worn out her throat. Then he dropped the whip and moved in until his hard cock brushed up against her lower abdomen.

“I’m not a virgin.” She gasped out as his hard hands reached around her hips and lifting her up, spreading her legs wide.

“Never thought you would be.” As his cock drove right into her.

His mind full of delight as her bodies agonies were revealed by her tear-filled wide pupil eyes.

A dozen strokes and his sperm filled her womb.

Not bad for a fifty five year old male, he decided. Who needs Viagra when you have a sweet little girl to stimulate your cock. The innkeeper congratulated himself with.

She was unconscious so he lowered her down with the hoist ratchet on the wall beside the door until her mouth was even with his limp maleness. Retrieving the mouth spreader from its peg he began fitting the leather straps around and over her sweat drenched hair. None of them wanted to have their cocks bit so the refined dentist’s mouth spreader was affixed into their victim’s mouth for as long as they stayed in the torture chamber. It inhibited most of her vocalizations except for screams. A rubber ball, penis gag or a force feeding tube fitted into it as needed.

She came around as just as he finished buckling her head into it and immediately began thrashing her head around until he backhanded her face.

“Keep your head still unless you want another thrashing.” He warned her as his iron grip held her head tight.

“His fingers twisted the ratchet on either side of her mouth. Slipping the hard rubber grips fitting over her teeth. Forced her mouth open, until it would go no further. A groan issuing from her mouth informed him she had discovered the use of this new punishment device.

“You can do it or I will face fuck you.” He warned as he lifted up his limp maleness.

And was a bit surprised when she complied.

“You have earned a sip of water.” He promised when her tong had finished cleaning him off.

A pet watering bottle sat on a shelf filled with items you could clip onto sensitive parts of a young girls anatomy.

In his gun running days, he had once covered a very pretty little six year old girls’ body with long thin injection needles. Just to pass the time during the rainy season. He had also kept her alive until she was eight before raping her and then selling her off to a brothel specializing in providing submissive little females to wealthy males old enough to be their fathers. She now lived in a penthouse providing a young man with a willing sex companion. While his family arranged marriage to a well connected female for business reasons, who was far less attractive. Went on, without requiring him, to actually live with her.

Slipping the full bottle into her mouth, he allowed her to consume a quarter of it before he pulled it back out.

“In an hours time my fellows will arrive to take their turn raping you.” He calmly informed the girl as he redressed.

“Giving me time for your first stretching.” Her captor informed his captive.

“We will find out how many pounds it will take to eventually dislocate your limbs.” He stated. ”But lucky for you, not the first time.”

He rolled over a weight bar, positioning it below her hanging legs. Then bent down and grasped her left ankle. She struggled, trying to break his grip. But he was still a very strong man. Easily managing to fix the soft leather cuff. That was attached to the bar just inside the weights around it. Next her right ankle was swiftly pinioned to its other end.

Her legs were now stretched achingly wide. But that was just the beginning of her torture.

He stood moving to the ratchet, turning the wheel counter clockwise, pulling the chain down and pulled her wrists up, lifting her feet off the floor. A groan came from his victims’ wide open mouth.

Looking into her tear-filled eyes as he knelt down, slipping another ten pound weight on either end of the bar and locked them in place.

“We have two hundred pounds to go.” He informed her sweating form.

“Your body will be inches longer before we are done.”

Torbor was the first to arrive. The lights in the iron torture chamber blinking when he pressed his access code into the inns security panel just beside the rear door. Tobor was a very successful local builder.

Who’d been attracted to sweet little girls since he was their age. But now that he was old enough to be their grandfather. Kept his urges for little girls, in check, by sating his lusts in Duncan’s torture chamber.

Next Arnor, the area’s chief constable. He had worked his way up to command a London division, until rumors of his trysts’ with the underage girls of immigrants who had come under his departments investigations. Had forced him, to take this quiet posting, back home. Norm, an apothecary, arrived next. Who might have once or thrice over medicated a little girl or two. In order to spend some quality time with then.

Samuel, a very learned man had just turned up a few year ago. Never indicating where he may have spent the first half of his life. Since he went away to join the army. But had been recruited to join. When Arnor’s men had been investigating someone who had been watching the local girls as the came and went to school.

As usual, Shannon came last. The local doctor had given up a lucrative practice to return home. Some whispering it was because of his unchristian beliefs. Shannon was a true believer in the Druidic religion. He was the one who had recruited all the rest into a coven.. It was a very good thing Shannon preferred anal sex. As the poor captive had already been raped by each of the other men in turn as they had arrived.

Anal rape apparently was a new form of sexual abuse to the raven haired girl. Who managed to find renewed vigor in her voice box as his rock hard shaft bore up her anal sphincter. The others were delighting in her agonies. Almost as much, as when they had each raped her vaginal passageway.

Dunan, keeping himself busy, adding another twenty pounds of weights, five pounds a time as the others raped her.

“She’s just about had it for tonight.” Shannon noted. “I will give her a vitamin and a sleeping draught injection to get her through the night.” He instructed as they dressed.

“Can we brand her with her name early next week?” Arnor asked. “I have to attend a seminar on detecting counterfeiting for the next week.”

“She’ll be OK by tomorrow night.” Shannon agreed. “But remember, we always leave the branding until the last as she will be too heavily drugged to be very responsive, for at least a week after the branding.”

A Bit of Rest

Each time their lust or her young form was eventually sated they securely chained her up until the next time.

Wrist held up above her shoulder height by a pair of flat steel bars used as stocks. Two flat steel bars with padded half circles for her neck and wrists were bolted together on either side of each with a ring welded to the back and front at the neck and wrists. A chain was locked to the rear neck ring and to another welded into the floor.

A set of leather cuffs attached together by a short chain kept her hobbled. She could either kneel or lie down on the blanket her oral skills had earned her. But otherwise she was confined to the middle of the steel box’s floor.

Then battery operated dildoe was shoved up her snatch with a belt running up between her legs to keep it in place and plugged into the batteries on a web belt snuggled up around her thinning waist. Then a diaper was added over top.

As a single act of kindness, the oral spreader was ratcheted down to an almost normal position. The light was tuned out and the exhausted little girl was left alone in the darkness to await her next torture and rape session.

The timing and length of each was deliberately kept at random times as well as her feeding and watering. In order to confuse her mind as to how long she had been down there.

The Five Way Stretch

By the second week of her captivity, their victim had given up struggling each time she was repositioned. But just incase it was a ruse. The entrance was always locked and at least two of them were in attendance.

Norm and Samuel were with her today. It was Sunday and the rest were either spending quality time with their families. Or as in Duncan's case, sleeping in. These two bachelors had no one else to worry about and were spending quality time with their latest victim.

Releasing her from the overnight flat iron imprisonment, they rolled out a waterproof and lay her thin body on top of it. The poor little girl moaned as they used a sponge and a plastic bin .full of warm soapy water, to wash her body, removing her diaper and cleaned her loins up. After washing and drying her body off, they propped her body up against the door in a sitting position. With no more opposition from their play toy, than as if she was a rag doll.

Hand feeding their victim one of the inn's meat pies and a half litre of water came next. After cleaning away the preliminaries, they began what they had come here for. Sexual abuse of a little helpless little preteen girl while she was undergoing torture.

Laying her out spread form face up on the iron floor. They fastened her limbs outstretched to the metal chambers four corners with iron chains affixed to leather cuffs. Next they lifted her up, positioning a ten inch diameter metal roller with a soft rubber outer layer under the small of her back. Lowering down the overhead chain and attaching it to either end the shaft of the roller, with a short chain.

Pulling the overhead pull chain ceiling wards arched their victims little thin body upwards. Stretching her frame out in a four way racking. They had switched to using the roller after getting carried away abusing a South American latino lass. She was a little tigress, who fought them every time they tried to reposition her body for the next round of abuse. Pulling up too hard on the chain wrapped around her waste had broken her back. Making her virtually useless, as a fuck toy. They had had to keep her heavily drugged for over two months before she was sacrificed during the summer solstice five years ago.

So they switched to the soft rubber roller. Until the stubby metal spiked lawn aerator roller Samuel ordered for his lawn tractor arrived.

One stood, nude between the girls outstretched legs while the other pulled on the chain until their victims quim was at the correct height. It did not matter if the girl’s screams echoed in the chamber as her limbs approached dislocation. Only that her cunt was at the right height for a good fucking.

If they had time, the girl was then flogged back and front, just as stimulation. To hasten their cocks rebirth. Needles heated white hot and shoved through her nipples or sex bud. Or by pins shoved under the nails of her fingers and toes often had the desired effect on their male sex drive.

By then the torturers had sated their lusts and left her body stretched out taught for Dunan.

After seeing the last of his customers out the door and cleaning up after them. The jovial innkeeper descended the stairs, unlocked the door and began enjoying something he had looked forward to all day. Raping a screaming little girl.

After hours of her limbs being pulled apart, to near dislocation. Slacking the vertical chain off until her body slumped to the floor. Resulted in her screams filled his mind as the blood flowed back into her tortured limbs. He stripped off, lay his heavy frame over her far smaller one and fucked her hard.

After each torture/rape session. the doctor always carefully examined their latest victim. Most had months to endure before sacrificing and the doctor wanted her to be in shape to endure at least that long. Expensive soothing creams were applied to joints, and limbs where her fetters were attached. Daily injections of vitamins, antibiotics and painkillers kept her lucid and healthy. Considering what they did and would continue to do her, it was the least they could do.

Marking Their Sacrifice

The branding usually occurred right before sacrificing. As some would be out of town until just before. It was going to be done only halfway to the date set for her ending, this time. It had not taken them long to decide on the makeup of the brand. But it had taken them over a year of careful negotiations’ in order to have it made without revealing who was ordering it or how it would be finally used.

They all gathered just after the inn's closing. A birthday party for one of the town’s popular citizenry kept the inn full until last call. It was obvious from her trembling form. The girl had discerned something big was up, as they had not all gathered together since the night of her capture.

She struggled against them as they drew her arms up and fastened her legs wide to the weight bar. Two wrapped their arms around her torso. One each above and below her hips. Samuel withdrew the branding iron with the name's letters glowing white hot and approached her outstretched form.

They expected her to scream, louder than she ever had before. But this one did not.

They expected her to plead for mercy. Promising to do whatever they wanted her too freely. But this one did not.

"I wondered when you would get around to that." Was all she said as Samuel pressed it against her loins, right above her quim. And they expected her to faint dead away. But this one did not.

Disappointed, by her reaction to the branding. Her abusers settled for raping her mouth. She was lowered down until her knees touched the iron floor. Then each of them took turns raping her mouth. Their sperm dribbling back out and down over her emancipated form.

“Leave her bee, slumped to the floor and I will be back before dawn to apply ointments and bandages." The doctor instructed as the filed out of the room.

The rest had long gone when Dunan was locking her prison door. And thought he had heard near hysterical laughter, as the door banged tight.

Torturing a Little Girl

The tortures went on endlessly, at different times and by different males. Each time they abused her until their cocks would not rise to the occasion. Sometimes each five had a go and sometimes only a pair of them.

They ran through their entire repertoire of torture, leaving no part of her young body untouched. She could not stand on her feet from repeated uses of the strapedo, nor sit on a rear both repeatedly spanked and or whipped black and blue. Ever joint in her limbs ached from stretching and her nipples red raw from piercing and stretching outwards. Her voice box so over used from screaming, and her tong from endless oral rape she was reduced to whispered grunts. Her vagina and anal sphincter constantly oozed blood into her diaper. In the last two weeks alone each one had raped her at least thrice.

Realizing her body was simply and totally abused so much, she might just die on them. Except for hand feeding her blended food and changing her diaper, they had left her alone for the remainder of the time leading up to her sacrifice.

Sacrifices Just Have to be Made

It was time for the sacrifice. Her tortured body had been drugged then slipped into an oversized duffel bag. They carried her unconscious form upstairs and outside into the inns backyard. Dunan laying her softly down in the trunk of Tobor’s’s large motor car.

Dunan's van was covered in artwork advertising his inn so he always traveled to the place of sacrifice with Tobor.

They each dove to the latest site chosen for her sacrifice by different routs for security. Once there, she was removed from the bag, un bound and Dunan carried her limp form up the wooden scaffold. To where she was now tied firmly, by her wrists ankles and more wrapped around her waist to the upper trunk of the half dead old oak tree.

Storms off the Atlantic had worn away the soil of the cliff edge.

Exposing over half the ancient oak’s roots until it was almost falling into the surf two hundred feet below. Straw and kindling enough to set the entire tree aflame had been packed into the wooden scaffold. They had constructed using the tree’s lower limbs.

The sky was clear and the full moon set as each thrust a flaming torch into the faggots. The dry wood immediately caught fire and within seconds, the flames were dancing upwards towards their sacrifice.

The white monk’s habit wearing six saw the raven-haired girls head come up and her head swing back and forth to look in each one of her killers faces.

Then incredibly, she began to laugh.

“She’s gone insane.” Tobor noted. ’Her mind has refused to grasp the horror of her impending death.”

Suddenly, the moon’s light was hidden by storm clouds moving swiftly inland as hurricane winds began rocking the tree backwards and forwards. As if someone or something ufforial was attempting to uproot the tree. Accompanying hard rain extinguished the flames, drenching the white robed imitation Druids to their skins.

Norm ran for his car, but a black lightning bolt shattered his body before he had made a few steps. .His smoking form askew across the grass. Tobor ran for his, managing to find refuge inside. Then it burst into flame, doors and hoods sprung open by a sudden shaft of black light.

“The lightning is coming up from the ground below. Not the clouds above.” The ever scholarly Arnor informed his remaining fellows as he stepped up on a large stone, half sunken in the ground.

But Samuel, ever the one to ignore a warning made for his van. And was swept up off his feet and over the edge of the cliff. By a gust of wind, arms flailing Then let drop to his death on the rocks far below when the wind cut out.

“Kill her.” Shannon ordered.

Arnor drew his service revolver. Then died, as its gunpowder exploded, when the black lightning shattered the rock under him.

Shannon screamed as a hurricane driven burning tree limb transfixed him into the ground. Killing him, eventually.

Daddy's Girl

Dunan had watched in abject horror from the foot of the great oak as his fellows had died horribly all around him.

Then the great oak was torn out by the remainder of its roots and fell over the cliff. The girl’s laughter echoing in his ears as it went. The storm was long gone by the time Dunan reached his inn. As he had found the keys to the surviving motor cars had been destroyed or lost along with their owners.

He had shrugged off his robe. There would be no need of it in the future. His next catch would not have to be shared, not hastily abused before wasting a soft little preteen fuck toy, by sacrifice.

“No one will ever believe what I witnessed tonight.” He said to himself as he poured a stiff one of his finest single barley malt scotch.

“I’ll have one of those.” A dark haired man asked as he walked towards the bar across the pubs taproom.

“It is not opening time yet.” The innkeeper replied.

“We can share yours as we discuss your recent activities involving my progeny.” The man began.

Dunan screamed for a very, very, long time.