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Subject: {ASSM} A Psychopath and his Toys Part 2 (M/fg, teen, pedo, tort, rape, sad)
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This is Part two of the story.



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A Psychopath and his Toys Part 2 (M/fg, teen, pedo, tort, rape, sad)

WARNING:
	This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite 
	graphical depictions of girls and more specifically 
	children in extreme sexual situations.
	These may include rape, and sexual torture. If this 
	subject matter offends you or you are under 18 then don't 
	read it.

	The Things depicted herein are purely fiction. I as the 
	Author do not support any of the actions depicted.

	If you've got past that I'm going to assume that like me 
	you are a sick fuck who gets off on the rape and torture 
	of pre-teen girls.
	If not what the fuck are you doing reading this?

Thanks, enjoy the story.



Paul yawned and stretched, and then started to clean up the blood. 
There was a lot of blood. He mopped it up with the child's torn 
dress, its not like she was going to need it anymore. As he worked 
Paul listened to the sweet music of the child's moans and sobs. Then 
they stopped.

Paul frowned. She was a small girl; maybe he'd killed her with the 
fucking. He looked up at the still child, the faint rise and fall of 
her chest told him she was still alive but he took her pulse to make 
sure. It was very weak, Paul sighed, he'd have Anne take a look at 
her in the morning. Paul carried on mopping up the blood from his 
body and the girl. 

Once finished Paul carried the unconscious child back to the `holding 
room'. He walked in and put his foot right into the puddle of piss 
that had formed in front of the door, it was times like this when he 
wished the floors weren't waterproof. As soon as Alice saw her 
tortured sibling she screamed, "What the fuck have you done to her 
you bastard,"

"She was a naughty girl and was punished," said Paul, "When she wakes 
up she'll tell you." He chuckled to himself as he gently laid her on 
the floor.

"You fucking asshole, she's only six."

"Is she dead?" asked Beth speaking for the first time since her 
mother's murder.

"No she's just tired," said Paul. He then pointed to Alice, "You, you 
fucking piss drinking slut, have got to learn to hold your fucking 
tongue. I think you might be a little too much trouble, like your 
fucking whore mother. What do you think will you be a good little 
piss drinking slut or should I just kill you now, and save me the 
trouble?"

The girl stared at Paul terror etched on her face.

"Well?"

Alice lowered her head and her shoulders began to shake she sobbed 
loudly, "I'm s-sorry," she murmured between sobs, "I'll be g-good."

"Right," said Paul, "Ten tell me, who pissed on my floor? And before 
you answer me remember I have cameras in this room and I will find 
out who did it. If you lie to me, I'm going to have to put you 
through some serious behaviour fixes. Just look at poor little Hanna, 
what I'll do to you will be ten times worse."

There was a stunned silence for several seconds. When someone did 
speak it was Beth; "Me and Alice did it."

Paul smiled, he turned to Alice, "Is this right?" he asked.

The teenager started to cry again, though probably of embarrassment 
this time, "We really needed to go," she said.

"You should have gone before we left yesterday," actually they had 
but that had been more than a day ago. "I'm going to have to punish 
you both for this, and you my young Alice slut, I'm going to punish 
twice to try and teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut until your 
fucking spoken to."

The teen opened her mouth to speak but closed it again realising it 
would only make matters worse for her.

Paul left the room only to return a minute later carrying two sets of 
leather cuffs two short lengths of rope, and a leather cord about 
four foot in length, half an inch wide and half an inch thick. We 
walked over to the door of the cage and unlocked it. "Now," he said, 
"You have a choice. You can do exactly what you are told and make no 
trouble, and I will whip you, or you can make trouble and I'll beat 
the shit out of you, rip your clothes off beat the shit out of you 
again hang you up beat the shit out of you again then I'll start your 
whipping," Paul took in a long breath and waited for their answer.

The girls quietly got out of the cage and stood facing their captor. 
"Well," said Paul.

Alice looked at Beth and then said, "W-we will do what you a-ask 
sir."

Paul smiled; his cock was back to attention pressing against his 
jeans. "I want both of you topless now," he said.

The girls looked at each other and stood motionless for several 
moments. Alice was the first to move taking off her blazer she dumped 
it at her feet and began to unbutton her blouse. With her sister 
moving Beth followed. She wore nothing under her blouse; she just 
shoved her hand into her pockets and shifted from foot to foot. Her 
belly was perfectly flat and her tits were just nubs on her chest. 

Alice had a crop-top on under her shirt she looked up at Paul but he 
just stood there staring at her, tiny tits. Slowly Alice pulled the 
top over her head. Instinctively she covered her tits but when she 
dropped the top on the floor she dropped her hands to her stomach and 
then to her sides. 

Paul moved over to the teenager and touched the nape of her neck. The 
girl flinched at his touch. Her whole body stiffened. That excited 
Paul even more. Slowly he moved his hand down her shuddering body, 
and took her left breast in his hand. 

He stoked and caressed it gently and took the nipple in his fingers. 
He rolled it around a few times and then getting a good grip he 
twisted it savagely. Alice cried out, and her hand went to her tit. 
Paul let her pull on his hand but kept the grip on her nipple tight, 
thus the teen only caused herself more pain.

"Put your hands down." He told her.

"Please let go your hurting me," she pleaded.

"Put your hands down,"

It took Alice some effort to out her arms back to her sides, while 
Paul twisted and pulled on her nipple causing her to wince and wine 
with pain. "See," he said, "You can do what you are told. Now lets 
see if you can keep them there while I do your other tit."

Paul let go of her nipple and Alice clenched her fists determined not 
to move, despite this she still flinched when Paul began to caress 
her right tit.

He squeezed and played with it for a minute before taking the nipple 
between his fingers. Her whole body tensed in anticipation. Not 
wanting to disappoint the girl Paul twisted. 

The girl gasped and let out a grunt of pain. Tears filled her eyes 
and her hands came up but with visible effort were put back down 
before touching either Paul or her tits. Paul released her nipple and 
smiled at her, "Now that's a good girl," he told her, "You could be 
good at this if you could only learn not to speak unless spoken to."

Paul leant forwards and planted his lips on hers, his tongue probed 
her at her mouth but the teenager kept it shut. Paul knew a way to 
make her respond. He pulled her close pressing her tiny tits into his 
chest. He ran his hands up her smooth back until they touched her 
hair. Then with both hands he gave it a sharp tug. The girl cried 
out, but as she opened her mouth Paul shoved his tongue in. Alice 
tried to pull away but Paul got hold of her head and kept it pressed 
against his face while he explored her mouth with his tongue. 

Paul kept her there until he got board of it and withdrew leaving a 
string of spit hanging between their mouths. Wiping the slaver from 
his chin he ordered, "Off with the rest of your clothes, be good and 
don't cover up."

There was no choice other than to do what he wanted. To comply meant 
pain but to fight meant more pain, and the two girls were just too 
tired and hungry to fight. They quickly stripped off the last of 
their clothes and stood there with their hands at their sides, both 
girls blushed bright red as Paul inspected them. Beth looked a lot 
like Hanna only taller and with less baby fat. Not a single hair was 
present on her pussy.

Alice on the other hand although not much of a figure had the 
widening hips on a girl going through changes, and a short blond mat 
of hair on her pussy. That would have to go, but that would come 
later. "Alice I want you to fix up Hanna," Paul said, "Take off the 
nipple clamps and pull the pins out. Beth you come here."

Without a word Beth walked to Paul. The man ran his fingers down her 
stomach than through her child slit and finally inside her stopping 
when he ran into her hymen. The child barely registered the intrusion 
other than to shift from foot to foot. 

Hanna however was crying again as the blood returned to her tortured 
nipples.

Paul pulled his finger out and ran it through her pussy searching out 
the little girl's clit. Once found he began to stoke it gently. That 
got a response, the child moaned with pleasure and instinctively, 
moved her hips back and forth. Paul took his finger from her cunt and 
pulled the girl close and began to run his hands all over the child's 
body. He pressed his mouth to hers and pressed his tongue against her 
lips. Having witnessed what he had done to her sister, Beth needed no 
forcing she opened her lips and let Paul french her.

Paul broke off when Hanna fell silent again. Alice held her baby 
sister's head in her lap and was stroking her hair. "Up you get," he 
told her.

Alice gently placed her sister's head back on the ground and stood 
up.

Paul retrieved the cuffs and handed a pair to each of the two girls, 
"Put them on and make them tight. Trust me you don't want them loose 
when I use them to hang you from the ceiling."

With out a sound the girls strapped the cuffs on. Once they were done 
Paul went to Beth and said, "I'm going to lift you up now I want you 
to put the chain of the cuffs into that hook." He pointed at a large 
hook bolted to the ceiling. There were three such hooks each specked 
three foot apart, "Is that okay,"

"Yes sir," she said.

Paul put both hands on her waist and lifted her effortlessly. The 
child hung the chain over the hook, and Paul let her down. Slowly her 
arms took the weight of her body. Finally Paul let her go and the 
girl hung by her wrists, that would seriously start hurting soon. Her 
feet hung almost two feet off the floor. Next he went to Alice and 
placed his hands on her waist and lifted her as if she were a doll.

With them both hung up and helpless Paul used the rope to tie their 
feet together to make sure they couldn't kick him. He bent over and 
picked up the leather cord and doubled it over. He approached Beth 
and stroked her across the back. After a second he hit her as hard as 
he could. The child let out a high pitched scream and her legs swung 
trying to get her away from the pain. Paul hit her again. "Ahhhh!" 
she screamed.

Paul hit her again.

"God," screamed the child, "Please stop," 

He hit her again.

"Please I'll be good I promise."

Five.

"Ahhhh, PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY," the girl cried. 

"For fuck sake shut up we've barely started," said Paul and he hit 
her for a sixth time.

"Oh stop PEEEAASE STOP!"

Paul sighed, "You always just want to make things difficult," with 
that he dropped the whip and left the room only to return a minute 
later holding two ball-gags.

He took one of the gags and went over to Alice, "Open wide," he said. 

The teen terrified of making things worse for her did as she was 
told. The ball was a bit of a tight fit but there wasn't much of a 
problem in getting it in and strapped behind her head. However Paul 
doubted it would be this easy with Beth. 

He held the ball in front of her face and said, "Open up." 

There was no way that the ball could fit into her tiny mouth so the 
child kept it shut and shook her head. Paul sighed, and punched the 
girl in the stomach. It wasn't hard but hard enough to give her a 
nasty bruise in an hour or two. The child tried to scream but the 
blow had forced all the air from her lungs. "Open your fucking 
mouth," he repeated.

This time Beth opened her mouth as wide as it would go. But that 
wasn't wide enough. Paul placed the gag between her teeth and slowly 
pushed it in stretching her jaw wider than it was supposed to go. The 
girl tried to scream but couldn't with her mouth obstructed by the 
ball pushing her jaw ever wider. Finally the widest part passed her 
teeth and the gag popped in "There," he said, "I bet now you wish 
you'd kept your mouth shut."

He didn't fasten the ball in there knowing full well the girl 
wouldn't be able to remove it if she wanted to. "Now shall we start 
from the beginning."

The girl cried in the gag and tried to say something but nothing but 
murmurs came past the gag. She struggled but with nothing with which 
to gain purchase the effort was in vain. He waited for to stop before 
stroking the welts he'd already raised on her ass.  Paul pulled back 
his arm and struck her again. The gag muffled the girls scream. 
"That's much better," said Paul, and he whipped her ass eleven more 
times.

When he stopped the girl continued screaming her legs flailed 
uselessly in the air. Paul stood just out of reach until she calmed 
down. He walked round in front of her and said, "It's nearly done."

The girl stopped struggling and stared at him with puppy dog eyes, 
tears dripped from her chin onto her chest and mixed with the sweat 
that drenched her body. 

The vision hit a chord with Paul's cock and it grew even harder, 
"Just twelve more to go," he said cheerfully.

The announcement started Beth struggling again, with renewed vigour. 
Paul whipped her across her almost flat chest. The girl's body tensed 
up in agony. Paul then whipped her across the tops of her thighs and 
pussy mound. Paul alternated between her tits and cut for all twelve 
blows. The end result was picture perfect. The striped child sobbed, 
her hands were discoloured from supporting her weight, and welts 
striped he chest, the tops of her thighs and her pussy mound. Every 
so often she would let out a pained whine. Paul knew that the muscles 
in her jaw were cramping due to being forced open for so long. 

Paul giggled and moved to Alice, "Your turn pet. And you little fuck 
whore, because you said some nasty things to me you are going to get 
twice as many."

He gripped the cord and grinned, the Teenager began to struggle but 
there was nowhere to go.


Paul stood back to admire his work, the girl was barely conscious her 
had hung against her chest, her eyes were open but glazed over, she 
took shallow but steady breaths, but other than that she didn't move 
but just hung suspended inches off the floor. Blood and sweat dripped 
from her toes. The blood came from her ass and lower back. Several of 
the lashed had broken the skin and blood flowed slowly trickling down 
her legs. She would live.

Paul turned to Beth the girl was sobbing loudly her arms and jaw were 
really hurting. "Do you want to get down from there?" he asked her.

The child nodded.

"Do you want to get that thing out?"

Nodded again.

"Would you do anything to get it out and get down?"

The girl nodded.

"We'll see," he said, and lifted her down.

The girl looked at him while shifting her arms trying to get feeling 
back in her hands. Paul gripped the gag and slowly started to pull it 
from her mouth. The girl moaned in pain, but wanted it out so bad 
that she kept still. It was easier getting the thing out than it had 
been getting it in, after some coercion the gag popped out and the 
girl closed her stiff jaw. "Now darling why did I do that to you?"

The girl was quiet for a few seconds before she said, "Because I peed 
on the floor." 

"That's a clever girl, now I can continue to punish you, or you can 
make it better,"

The girl nodded, "How do I make it better?" she asked.

Paul smiled, "Now that's easy you've got to put the piss back again."

That confused the child and she looked at the puddle in front of the 
door. "How?" she asked.

"You drink it you stupid bitch," said Paul.

The child pulled a face, "But that's..."

Paul cut her off, "If you'd rather go back up there I can start again 
on you," he said, "I was trying to be easy on you."

The girl backed away from him, "I'll do it," she said quickly, "But 
Alice made some of it."

Paul held up the gag and the child hurried over to the puddle. 
Kneeling beside it she looked at the yellow liquid, then up at Paul, 
"Put your head down and lick it up," he said.

The girl put her head down and stuck her tongue out, dipping the tip 
into the piss puddle; she slowly took a lick swallowing the small 
amount of liquid. She gagged and heaved.  "Hurry up we don't have all 
night."

At the warning the girl began lapping at the puddle. Trying to lick 
up the puddle coupled with the child's constant heaving and gagging 
it took her quite a while to drink it all but Paul just watched her 
until she cleaned it all up. When she finished she looked up at Paul. 
All the colour had drained from her face, and she looked nauseous. 
Paul smiled, "Good girl, you can have a lay down in your cage if you 
want."

Paul looked up at Alice she was still in the same state, but Paul 
wanted to fuck her now. Paul lifted the teen down and put her on her 
feet, but had to hold her there to stop her from collapsing.  He 
slapped her hard across the face. The girl's head came up. She 
blinked a few times her eyes coming to focus of Paul's grinning face. 
She looked like she'd just woken up. "Can you stand?" he asked her.

Alice nodded, and Paul let her go. She wobbled a bit but stayed on 
her feet. Leaving her there, Paul picked up the nipple clamps that 
he'd used on her little sister. It would save him finding another 
pair.

He took hold of the chain that held her hands together, "Come on 
then," he said and led her from the room. He took one last look at 
his two other toys. Hanna was asleep or unconscious, sprawled on the 
hard floor, Beth was lent against the cage looking like she was going 
to be sick. She hadn't eaten in almost two days and Paul didn't think 
she could even if she wanted to. He closed the door and locked it. He 
pulled on the chain and Alice obediently came along behind him.

He pulled her into a room nine foot by twelve. A wooden table with a 
single stool stood at one end and a bed with only a thin mattress on 
it was at he other. Paul pointed at the stool, "Take a seat," he 
said.

The girl stared at the stool but didn't move. She turned to look at 
Paul with pleading eyes and moaned something into the gag.

Paul grabbed her ass and the girl cried out as the pain laced back 
through her tortured buttocks. "I can make it even more uncomfortable 
if you like," he said.

The girl walked forwards and turning around to face Paul she perched 
gently on the edge of the stool. Paul walked forwards and slapped her 
across the face, "Sit," he said.

Crying the girl sat on the stool. She moaned loudly as her tortured 
ass pressed against the hard wood. "Now stay there," he told her, and 
left the room locking the door behind him. 

He returned moments later carrying several lengths of nylon wire with 
large fish hooks on either end (The kind used for big fresh water 
fish like carp and Pike,) he also carried a box filled with weights.

Seeing what her captor had Alice fell of her chair, and backed up 
against the wall. But Paul seemed to ignore it, he smiled at her, 
"We're going to play a game," he told her. "I am going to stick these 
hooks through various parts of your body and if you move away from me 
put your hands up or try to stop me in any way I'm going to hang 
weights off the other hooks, now doesn't that sound like fun?"

Crouching against the wall the blond teen shook her head.

Paul smiled, "You will play with me weather you like it or not, 
you've got the choice of standing here with the ability to make it 
hurt less or I'll tie you down and assume you want all the weights on 
you."

Letting out a long cry of frustration and fear, Alice stood up, and 
stood in front of Paul. "You are sensible, now let start." Paul took 
the first hook and pressed it against the outside of her small right 
breast. Slowly he pressed the hook in. The girl wined as it pierced 
her skin and her body instinctively pulled away from pain. Paul kept 
hold of the hook however and this only caused more pain, "Oh dear, it 
doesn't look like your very good at this game," he said and forced 
the hook through her flesh. The hardest part was getting the barb 
through that caused the girl to gasp and grunt with pain. He let the 
second hook dangle from her breast while he fished a weight from the 
box. They were all the same, small four ounce weights but it wouldn't 
take many hung from the hooks to cause real pain. He threaded the 
weight onto the second hook and let it drop. The girl's body seemed 
to go with the weight and she moaned loudly. 

Paul shook his head, "Oh darling stop it," he said, "These are the 
easy ones, you weight until I pierce your nipples and your clit."

The girl backed away with that news. Paul glared at her, "Get back 
here," he said.

The girl shook her head. 

"You just won't do what you are told will you?" with that Paul rushed 
forwards and slapped the girl across the face hard enough to knock 
her down. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her up and slapped her 
again. This time she had nowhere to go.

Her head tried to fall but was held in place by her hair she screamed 
into her gag and Paul hit her again. He held her head up so she could 
look at him, "This is your last fucking chance bitch shall we play or 
shall I just torture you?"

Sniffing back her tears the girl nodded or at least tried to.

Paul stood up, "Okay, stand up."

The girl stood up and moved in front of Paul. Paul took two more 
weights and threaded them onto the hook, "That is for disobeying me," 
he said and gave her another slap for good measure.  

The girl moaned. But stayed still. Paul took another hook and pressed 
it against the side of her other breast, and threaded three weights 
on it, the girl moaned and cried but managed not to move. The pain 
was tolerable, if it meant only that much.

Paul put the third hook on the other side of her right breast then 
the same on her left. He continued until he had six in either breast, 
three on either side. The weights were getting heavy now and pulled 
Alice's tits down. She tried to lean forwards with the weights but 
Paul pushed her back upright and added another weight to each hook. 
Alice cried her faced fixed in pain, but she didn't dare move. He 
smiled and knelt in front of her and stroked her pussy. He probed her 
pussy and was pleased when he found her hymen intact. You could never 
tell with girls these days. He looked up at her and grinned, and took 
one of her pussy lips in his fingers and pressed another hook against 
it. The girl jumped with the pain and tried to move but the hook had 
her and Paul pushed it through and placed five weights on it. "I 
suggest you keep still I don't think your tits can take much more." 
He stood and added another weight to each the hooks.

The girl tensed herself again her face a mask of determination but 
her shallow erratic breathing told a different story. Paul pushed the 
hook through her other pussy lip the girl breathing became louder but 
she kept still. It was much the same as put the last four on her 
pussy lips. The weights pulled them down and the girl was barely 
standing upright. Sweat and tears dripped from her chin, there was 
nothing the teen could do to stop it. All she knew was that the pain 
was worse if she moved. She looked pale her eyes distant. Paul 
slapped her to make sure she was a wake. "No fainting now," he said, 
"If you concentrate you won't pass out. In fact if you do I'll assume 
you are trying to stop the pain and when you wake up we'll tie you 
down and hang all the weights on you. Then whip your cunt for good 
measure." 

Paul took another hook and placed it in the centre of her small 
nipple, "Brace yourself," he said and pushed it through.

The girl screamed and spun around she tried to run but the weights on 
her tits and pussy made her stop and collapse in agony. Paul laughed 
at her, "You didn't expect that did you? You didn't think it would 
hurt that much more than the others. Well sorry bitch you've just 
timed out. Stand with your back to the wall." 

The girl didn't move she just lay curled in a ball, and cried. Paul 
leant over and grabbed her hair he lifted her to her feet and slapped 
her again. She was getting a nice red mark the right hand side of her 
face. He threw her against the wall and the girl screamed as the 
weights pulled her tits and pussy in a dozen directions. Paul pushed 
into her a pressed his faces close to hers, "Now bitch you just keep 
digging that hole don't you."

He grabbed her arms and brought them over her head. The hook was 
lower in this room than it was in the holding room but the girl was 
still forced on tiptoe to put the chain over it. Paul went over to 
the bed and putting his arm under it he pulled out a spreader bar and 
two concrete blocks. Without a word he took it over to the tearful 
teen, and strapped her legs to it. With her legs apart the girl hung 
just off the ground but the concrete blocks soon sorted that out. 
Paul didn't want this girl to move. The blocks fixed over the end of 
the spreader bar and pushed it too the ground. Paul didn't care where 
the extra two inches came from, but the girl did she and she screamed 
letting him know. 

He then inspected the girl's tits. They were pretty bloody. The girls 
trashing had caused some of the hooks to tear the skin. Had the 
weights been much heavier they would have probably torn out of her 
skin. Her pussy was much the same. But Paul saw nothing that wouldn't 
heal. Not that he really cared; this girl was going to get it anyway. 
All he had to do was keep her awake. 

He slapped her a couple of times to get her attention, "Remember 
don't pass out, you will regret it if you do. Understand?"

The girl nodded weakly. He slapped her again and she nodded a little 
stronger this time.

Paul smiled and turned to where he'd started to pierce her nipple. 
The hook was buried just past the barb but it hadn't passed out the 
other side of her nipple. Paul gripped it and pushed the rest of it 
through. The girl cried in pain. Paul hooked the five weights on the 
hook and let them all drop. The girl let out a loud scream even from 
behind the gag, and Paul repeated the process on the other nipple. 

Paul swung the last hook in front of her eyes; her eyes glanced at 
the other end where there was just a single weight and no other hook. 
In truth Paul had run out of hooks, but he didn't want to damage his 
toy too badly anyway. No matter how bad it is you don't break your 
new toy on the first day, "Don't worry torture toy," he said, "This 
is the only weight on this one, but it's going to hurt like fuck."

Paul giggled as he knelt in front of the girl and put his fingers 
into her cunt. It wasn't long before he found her clit. He gently 
pushed at it to bring it out of the hood and then stoked it. The girl 
moaned in pleasure and pain, Paul finally found a spot where he 
wanted to hurt her and placed the hook against the most sensitive 
part of her body. The girl screamed at the tiny prick. And Paul 
smiled as he pushed it through her. The girl went hysterical. She 
screamed and tried to pull away from her bonds but there wasn't 
anything she could do. 

That excited Paul and he took a few steps back to look at the work of 
art, he glanced up behind him at the camera on the wall. He'd have 
this moment always. It took her a long time to stop screaming. 

Paul waited for her to calm down before saying, "You want them out?"  
The girl nodded.

Paul shrugged and knelt by her, he unstrapped her legs from the 
spreader bar but they stayed apart, Alice didn't want to move unless 
she had to. He then lifted her off the hook and set her down. The 
girl looked at him wearily as he took her cuffs off. He then walked 
over to the bed and sat down. "You want them out take them out," he 
said.

Her hand went straight for the hook through her clit but as soon as 
her fingers touched the cord she froze, as the pain laced through her 
body.

She came.

Paul laughed as the girl orgasmed from the pain in her clit. Her body 
shook causing more pain. She was like that for several minutes. Paul 
sat back and watched. This was an extra bonus. 

When she finished she glared at Paul with accusing eyes. "Enjoy 
that?" he asked.

The girl blushed. Paul laughed again you would have thought all that 
she'd been trough that she would be beyond embarrassment by now. She 
broke her glare and her hands went to one of the hooks on the side of 
her breast in the hope of getting rid of the less painful ones first. 
But no matter how hard she worked the thing the hook wouldn't come 
out. She began to moan and pull it hard and push it bit the barb kept 
it firmly in. 

"Don't bother," he said, "They won't come out. What you really need 
is one of these," he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of 
wire cutters.

The girl tried to say something.

Paul said, "If you come here I'll take them all out. I promise to be 
gentle,"

The girl started forwards. But it wasn't as easy as it first sounded. 
She cried and moaned and slowly shuffled forwards her hands tried 
stopping the weights from swinging but there were too many. 

It took the girl almost five minutes to reach Paul. By that time she 
was in agony her face remained screwed up in agony. True to his word 
Paul began to clip off the end of each hook and pull them out. He 
hated to waste his hooks but other than cutting them out this was the 
only realistic way of removing them.

There was a lot blood, which made gripping the hooks difficult; thus 
it took a while for him to remove them. When he clipped the one from 
her clit the girl sighed as if a great weight had been removed. Which 
it had. Paul looked at the blood on his fingers. It was amazing how a 
little bit of blood went such a long way. He reached up and gripped 
his toy's face, then with the other hand unstrapped the gag and 
pulled it out. He was getting blood everywhere. The stains on her 
face and hair pushed Paul's cock against his trousers, it was about 
time he attended to that. "Are you ready to do what you are told 
now?" he asked.

"Yes sir," the girl said.

"Good to start with I want you to clean the blood off my hands. You 
saw how Beth cleaned my floor?"

"Yes sir." The teen took his left hand and placed a finger in his 
mouth, and slowly sucked. 

Oh this girl was amazing. She sucked the blood from each of his 
fingers and then lapped it from his hands. When she was finished she 
looked up at him and smiled weakly, blood stained her mouth and lips. 
Paul leant into her and kissed her. The teenager didn't resist and 
opened her mouth for him to enter. 

The coppery taste of blood was heavy in her mouth but it only served 
to excite Paul more. He reached down and pulled out his cock. 
Released from its bonds it sprung out and hit Alice on the chest. The 
girl broke off and looked down at it. But she didn't move. "Have you 
ever sucked cock before?" asked Paul.

The girl blushed again, and nodded. She would be very shy under 
different circumstances. "Pardon?" asked Paul

"Yes sir... I have." She said in a quiet voice.

Paul smiled at his little slut, "And whose cock did you suck."

"Andrews, err my boyfriends."

"And he hasn't fucked you?"

The girl shook her head; "He err..." she fell silent.

"It's okay carry on," Paul said.

"He sucked on my tits... And licked me out once but wasn't very good at 
it... I sucked him three times."

"I see, I suppose if I was a week later, you wouldn't be a virgin. 
Never mind. Did you spit or swallow?"

The girl went even redder if that was possible, "No," she whispered.

"No what?"

"I spat it into a cup," she said.

"I see. Well there will be none of that here. You see a fuck toy must 
always swallow her masters cum. If he cums in her pussy she should 
use her fingers to take it out so she can swallow as much as 
possible. If he cums up her ass she should eat all of it even if it 
means shitting on the floor and liking it from that," 

The girl didn't like the sound of that last one and it showed on her 
face. "Don't worry darling, today I'll probably cum in your mouth. 
Now tell me what is the moral of this story?"

The girl stayed quiet for several moments before saying, "A Fuck Toy 
must always swallow her masters cum," 

"Good Girl. Now a hard question and I'll put the nipple clamps on you 
if you get it wrong. Why must a Fuck Toy swallow her masters cum?"

The girl was quiet as her mind played with the question finally not 
looking to certain she answered albeit quietly and reluctantly, 
"Because she is a Fuck Toy."

Paul smiled, he was surprised really of all the kids he'd asked this 
question to (and it had been quite a few) she was the first to get it 
right first time. "Correct, another question now what are you?"

The girl's head went down and her shoulders shook. She was crying 
again, through sniffed sobs she said, "I am a Fuck Toy."

"Good girl now master wants you to suck his cock."

The girl sniffed back her tears and moved her head down; she took his 
cock between her lips and worked on him with her tongue. Paul pressed 
his hand on her head and said, "Now a good Fuck Toy will swallow all 
of her masters cock,"

The girl sobbed around him but pushed her head forwards. It hit the 
back of her throat and she tried to swallow it all at once only to 
choke on him. Paul laughed, as she tried again. It took several 
attempts but soon she pushed her face into his pubic hair. She gagged 
and tried to pull her face off of him but Paul held her there letting 
her throat do the work. After a while her struggles became erratic, 
she tried to push off of him and her hands slapped against him. She 
couldn't breath. Paul finally let her go and the girl pulled off so 
quickly she fell on her ass and yelped as the pain started again. 
Paul let her catch her breath, and said, "Now Fuck Toy lay on the bed 
like a good girl and let me rape you."

The girl let out a whine but stood up and laid down on the bed.

Paul grinned at her as he loomed over. He used the handcuffs to tie 
her arms to the bed stop her from moving. He then gave her 
sympathetic smile, "You look nervous darling what's wrong?"

"Are you going to hurt me?"

Paul nodded, "Yes, quite a bit. First I'm going to use the clamps on 
your nipples. The pull your legs apart and ram my cock inside you 
dry. Well almost dry,"

"No!" the girl cried and tried to pull at the cuffs her legs began to 
kick but Paul had a perfect way to stop that. He sat on them. He 
didn't use too much weight just enough to stop them moving the girl 
looked at him and begged, "Please don't hurt me I'll do anything. 
I'll fuck you... Anything... I sucked your cock! Please!"

Paul smiled, "Your better at begging than Hanna," he said as he 
loosened the clamp, "Now I suggest you shut it, before I find 
something else with which to torture you with."

The girl closed her mouth and sniffed back her tears; she was good at 
this. Paul placed the clamp on her already sore right nipple and 
slowly began to tighten it. The girl moaned as the pain in her chest 
increased after a few more turns she started to take in sharp 
breaths. A few more and she started to struggle. A few more and she 
cried out, "Oh please stop. It hurts too much." 

Paul let go of the clamp and got off of the girl.

"Oh thank you," she sighed.

Paul leant over and picked up the gag and smiled at her. "Oh I 
haven't stopped," he said. "I just want to shut you up."

The girl closed her mouth firmly but a sharp tug on the clamp opened 
it again. Paul pushed the gag in and fastened it up. With her 
silenced Paul went back to tightening the clamp. The girl moaned, 
screamed, and struggled. Her eyes told of the pain she was feeling. 
Paul grinned at the tearful teen, and started with the other clamp.

He pulled on both clamps and was delighted with the scream he got 
from his toy. "Time for your fucking," he said.

The girl struggled to get away from him, but Paul liked this in his 
toys. He gripped her legs and forced them open.  He pressed his cock 
at her opening, pushed in. With her struggles and how tight the 
virgin teen was it took several moments for him to get in. But once 
in he thrust quickly through her hymen and began her fucking. The 
teen wouldn't stop her crying and screaming she struggled with every 
thrust, not that it bothered Paul too much. She could lean to enjoy 
being raped if she liked, but if she didn't he wasn't going to loose 
any sleep from it. 

He thrust into her for several minutes, before deciding he wanted a 
change. He pulled out of her and looked into her face. "I'm going to 
untie you now. Are you going to do what you are told."

The girl shook her head. 

Paul shrugged and started to undo his belt. A soon as she realised 
what he intended she started to moan and nod franticly. Paul shook 
his head, "Not a chance Fuck Toy, you've got to learn," He took his 
belt and swung it across her stomach. The girl tensed and screamed. 
The buckle made a nice mark in the teen's belly. He whipped her again 
this time across the thighs. The girl didn't like this one bit. She 
struggled and screamed, Paul whipped her a total of five times, and 
nasty marks where the buckle struck rose quickly. They would make 
some nice bruises. 

The girl sobbed and cried when he put the belt down, "Now will you do 
what you are told?"

The girl nodded.

Paul reached down and took her gag out she let out a long whine. Paul 
quickly untied her arms and pulled her into a seated position. The 
girl leant forwards crying loudly not even looking at him. Paul took 
he arms and cuffed them behind her back. "Now pet, I am going to fuck 
your ass, this is going to hurt a lot but not as much as it will if 
you try and stop me."

If the girl heard she made no sign of it. So Paul just lifted her 
onto the ground and bent her over the bed. He placed his finger at 
her asshole and pushed it in. It was tiny and very tight. The girl 
moaned with the pain of her ass being violated. Using the blood 
seeping from her cunt to lubricate the hole he tried a gain. Much 
better, he placed the head of his cock against the small brown hole 
and pressed in. The girl cried out but made no attempt to tighten her 
ass or anything to stop his entrance. Thus his he was soon pumping 
out her tiny tight ass.

The girl moaned and gasped with the pain of being ass raped. Paul 
fucked the teen for a long time until he felt close to cumming, true 
to his word he wanted to cum in her mouth so he pulled his cock out. 
He looked at it and smiled, it was streaked with even more blood and 
shit. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him, "Master 
wants you to suck his cock again and to clean it all."

The girl looked almost as if she was lost in dreamland and nodded, 
"Yes sir," she said.

He dropped her and she collapsed to the floor. She forced herself up 
and looked at his cock standing erect in front of her. She opened her 
mouth and took it in. She gagged and heaved as she cleaned the bitter 
shit from his organ. Paul soon came firing in her mouth. The teenager 
swallowed it with out comment and carried on sucking on him until 
Paul took it out.






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