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A Psychopath and his Toys Part 5 (M/f F/f, teen, 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?
	
	If you wish to contact me I can be reached at
	
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com

Thanks, enjoy the story.

Chapter 5

The door to the General Practice opened silently as Paul pushed it. 
His trainers made no noise as she stepped onto the polished wooden 
floor. Paul glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was five to 
twelve. Paul looked across at the receptionist and smiled. When the 
fifteen-year-old girl allowed her attention to be diverted from the 
newspaper she looked up at him. The girl swallowed hard and stared 
straight at him Paul could see her hand shaking as she lifted it to 
brush her hair from in front of her eyes.

Poor Becky looked like she wanted to run, but she just stood there 
staring down at the papers trying hard to look normal.

Paul looked around the small waiting room. There was a glass topped 
table with a chrome frame sat in the centre with a dozen blue padded 
chairs. Piled on the table and under it were ancient copies of 
magazines with battered and torn covers. There was a single girl sat 
in there a young teen of perhaps fourteen looking very nervous. Her 
hands were clasped together tightly and she glanced up at the clock 
every few seconds. 

A middle-aged man walked from the corridor that led to the doctor's 
office he looked rather smug with himself. He spoke with Becky and 
she handed him a sheet of paper and he left. Becky crossed the room 
and tapped the waiting teen on the shoulder, "Kathy," she said, the 
girl looked up, "You can go in now."

The girl nodded several times and took a nervous sigh and got to her 
feet. She walked down the corridor where the man had just appeared. 
Once the girl had entered the doctors office, Becky turned to Paul 
still stood in the doorway waited for him to speak.

Paul approached her and gave her his nicest smile although it did 
nothing to calm the girl down, "Is she in?" he asked her.

"Yes but." the girl started, she spoke with the most incredible lisp.

"I know she's got a patient in there.  I'll wait until you lock up 
for lunch."

"Of course," 

Paul squeezed her shoulder as he touched the girl she recoiled. Paul 
laughed and took a seat in the waiting room.  Becky was his Anne, his 
cousin's stepdaughter and one of the reasons he'd managed to keep 
Anne under his thumb for so long. Becky was very pretty even 
bordering on beautiful, with her sleek frame well-defined bone 
structure. She was five six in height with long black hair but pale 
skin, and high cheekbones; her eyes were so dark it looked almost 
eerie string into pools of coal outlined by the striking contrast of 
the whites. Her 34C breasts complemented her slim almost athletic 
body.

Becky wore a crisp clean white blouse and a navy blue skirt that came 
just above her knees. She drifted back behind the counter but her 
eyes stayed glued to Paul, she flinched every time he moved. Behind 
this exterior lurked a rather devious mind; this girl knew exactly 
what she could get any male to with only a simple smile. Tough luck 
for them really.

Paul sat and placed his bag under the chair. He grabbed a ten-year-
old copy of Fishermen's Weekly, and started to read. But it wasn't 
long before the teen bust from the doctor's office and ran from the 
building in a flood of tears. Paul chuckled as the Becky tried to 
catch her, but she was gone before Becky was even out from behind the 
counter. Sighing Becky set about locking up for lunch.

"Friend of yours?" Paul asked.

"Yes, she thinks she's pregnant."

"Well it seems quite obvious that she is."

Becky nodded and pulled down the blinds. She was a good girl, and 
knew exactly what was required of her. Despite this she stood staring 
at the blinds for several moments before taking a deep breath and 
turned around to look at Paul, who grinned at her, "Come here pet," 
he said.

Becky shifted slowly forwards and came stand in front of him. Paul 
lifted his hand and started stroke her cheek, the girl was shaking 
visibly but it increased every time he touched the teen. Paul shifted 
his cock was pressed against his jeans again and was getting more and 
more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm back and delivered a hard slap 
to the girls face. The girl cried out and clutched her face, but 
looked straight back up at him. "That's because you're a bitch," he 
laughed, "Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

The girl did just as she was told. Paul landed another slap on her 
cheek, then another, in all he slapped her across both cheeks a dozen 
times making her cheeks a brilliant red colour that stood out like a 
sore thumb against her almost white skin. The girl let out small 
cries of pain and had to make a visible effort not to scream. 

Paul reached for his bag placed it on a chair. He opened it and 
pulled out a stick, which was the only thing in the bag. It was only 
a foot and a half long but was as thick as a broom handle (it had 
once been part of a broom handle). Becky started to back away; her 
breathing had turned to sharp short breaths. "You can't please," she 
whispered.

Paul grinned at her, "Come on bend over the counter," he told her.

Tears started to flow but the girl did as she was told. That was why 
Paul didn't really like this girl, she would do ANYTHING, and it 
didn't matter what it was. There was absolutely no independence. Paul 
got board of his girls long before they got to the state that Becky 
was in. Of course it helped that Becky was a submissive by nature. 
About the only time she'd ever shown independent thought throughout 
the time that Paul had known her was when she'd told Paul that she 
hated him. Then again Anne hated Paul more than anybody alive so she 
probably got that from her. Not that she wouldn't have learnt it 
anyway.

Paul walked to the girl bent over the counter; her obvious fear of 
him was a direct result of torture. It was a nasty trick he'd played 
on her, but immense fun.

Paul lifted the girl's skirt over her ass; she wasn't wearing any 
knickers of course. Her ass was a myriad of red welts and cuts over 
deep blue and purple bruises. "It looks like you've been a bad girl," 
said Paul.

He squeezed her ass and got a wince from the girl. He laughed and 
gave her an unmerciful blow across her ass. The girl bit on her own 
hand to stop herself screaming. Paul laughed and delivered another 
nine blows. The girl didn't scream, but she came close several times. 
"Stand up," Paul told her once he finished.

The girl stood and turned to Paul. Tears flooded down her cheeks, and 
a trail of blood ran down her chin. Paul reached for her hand and 
lifted it so he could see. A large bite mark placed just above her 
thumb on her left hand was the source of the blood. "You should get 
this looked at," he told her, "Now out with your tongue."

The girl stuck out her tongue. Paul loved this girls tongue. It was a 
mass of scar tissue and a big factor, in her lisp. Small round scars 
covered most of it, some new some old. She couldn't taste very much 
anymore of course but then what the girl, has had put in her mouth, 
Paul wondered if she was thankful for it. Paul took the girls tongue 
into his mouth, the girl, complied and started to kiss back. It felt 
strangely smooth in his mouth. The girl had a faint taste of piss on 
her breath so he pulled off. 

"I've got a new girl," he told her, "You'd like her, I might let you 
meet her, how does that sound."

"Good master," she said.

Paul laughed and left the girl there. That would have been her answer 
if he'd asked her if she wanted to swallow molten lead. Of course he 
wouldn't kill this girl, it just wasn't worth it, he had too much to 
loose, besides he really did need Anne.


Paul pushed open the door to see Anne sat behind her desk smoking a 
cigarette. The room wasn't a large one about ten foot by twelve, the 
large black desk was sat in the centre of the room and was piled high 
in paper, a computer and an old dot-matrix printer sat on the right-
hand side. Other than two chairs sat in front of the desk for 
patients, the only other things in the room was a large grey filing 
cabinet and an eye chart on the wall. Most of the real examinations 
happened in the room across the hall. 

The woman looked up and swore under her breath. She hurriedly put the 
cigarette out, and stood up. Anne was a short woman standing just 
under five-foot; she was slim with dark hair that was tied up in a 
ball on her head. Perhaps the most striking feature on the otherwise 
small woman was her huge tits. They were so disproportional to the 
rest of her frame that, you just had to stand and stare and wonder 
just how it was possible. 

The woman brushed down her plain blue dress as Paul approached. Paul 
wrapped his arms around her and shoved his tongue down her throat. 
This woman was nothing like Becky, she was wholly unresponsive and 
although she made no effort to stop it she made no sign that she even 
knew he was kissing her.

Paul reached down and lifted her dress until it was around her waist. 
Like Becky the woman wasn't wearing any underwear. But her skin was 
significantly less marred than her stepdaughters. Any scars were 
years old, and the bruising was very old and mostly faded. Paul 
didn't play with this toy very much these days. Paul grabbed her ass 
cheeks and pulled her into him, pressing her stomach into the hard 
lump in his trousers. Using two fingers he started to work them into 
her asshole. 

Anne grunted, against his mouth, but again didn't struggle. Paul was 
already board with her. She showed no reaction these days, she'd long 
ago accepted her fate. Paul pulled his fingers from her ass and then 
backed away from his cousin. He glanced down at his fingers, there 
were a few streaks of shit on them. Paul held them up and without 
comment; the woman took them in her mouth and started to suck them.

After several minutes Paul took his fingers from her mouth and sat 
down. "Sit down." He told her.

Anne sighed, and sat back down, "What do you want?" she asked.

Paul smiled at her, "Only a favour, I'll pay you back, don't I 
always."

The woman just kept quiet and waited for Paul to continue.

"I have three new ones I want you to take a look at,"

Anne, nodded, "I heard something on the news. Killing the mother and 
dumping her in the river that's a little clumsy of you."

Paul shrugged, "The stupid bitch shouldn't have got in the way 
besides having the body turn up there will only lead them off my 
trail. I'm not stupid there is NO evidence on her. I even cut the 
tips of her fingers off when she scratched me. I burned them."

Anne cringed, "I really don't know why you bother getting me to have 
a look at them, they end up dead anyway."

"For someone so smart you don't have too much sense do you. The 
longer I keep them alive the longer I can go without taking more kids 
off the streets. The less chance I'll ever get caught."

Anne nodded, "Makes sense I suppose. I guess you didn't think to 
bring me a blood sample of any of the girls."

Paul shook his head.

"I didn't think you would," she muttered, "You know one day you'll 
get your desserts and pick up a girl born with HIV. So tell me age 
and weight." The woman picked up a biro and tore off a piece of paper 
from the printer."

"Right," said Paul, "The youngest is six, very small, I think I might 
have damaged her while I fucked her because it left her unconscious 
all night. She's about forty-six pounds. The second us nine, and 
maybe, sixty pounds, maybe sixty-five. She'll be in shock by the time 
we get back. I left her on my horse."

Anne shifted again. Paul could see it in her eyes that she was 
getting excited. She always did when hearing about girls in torture. 
"The last is fourteen, maybe ninety maybe a bit less."

Anne scribbled down the numbers in her 'doctors scrawl'; "You still 
feed them iron pills? How about antibiotics?"

"The iron pills yes, I don't use antibiotics."

"I told you this before, the antibiotics will stop infection getting 
them. Yes I know you like to keep them clean anyway but I also know 
what you like to do with girls and trust me you want to use 
antibiotics."

Paul sighed, "Well bring some and I'll feed the girls them. How about 
stimulants?" 

Anne sighed, "Why not just feed them bloody caffeine pills."  

"I don't care just bring something. You do this for me; I'll let you 
use Alice that's the eldest. She's your type, a right slut."

Anne licked her lips, "I want the little one as well," she said.

"If you can get the middle one on her feet and sucking cock fine. 
I've got some stuff to get, I'll pick you up when you clock off."

Anne nodded.

"By the way how is, your mum."

Anne smiled, "Still rocking like she's twenty, in Berlin this week. 
She ran into your girlfriend."

Paul looked up, "Sharla? Damn I haven't even heard from her in a 
month. I wonder how she is?"

"Fine and looking a good as ever if my mum's to be believed."

"I hope I have as much energy as her when I'm her age," muttered 
Paul, "How is Becky?"

Anne went stiff, "You saw her as you came in I'm sure you had a 
chance to inspect her." She said tightly.

"Yes but I'm not the one whose sleeping with her."

"She's still in shock after the last time you spent time with her."

Paul smiled, "She asked for it. Besides you use the bitch as an 
ashtray what's a little heat to her."

"You fucking tortured her because of her lisp. You know very well, 
she can't help it."

"Yeah but I needed some excuse to use my new soldering iron. You 
should have heard her scream." Paul laughed, "It was fun, she thought 
that I'd be like you she even forced my cock down her throat quite 
happily."

"Later," said Anne and she stood up.

"No," said Paul standing to meet her, "Sit."

Anne gave an audible groan and sat down. Paul reached forwards and 
tore her blouse open. He didn't give a damn that she was at work. 
Despite her huge tits Anne didn't wear a bra, though only because 
Paul didn't allow it. Paul gripped both her nipples and 
simultaneously pulled and twisted them. The woman moaned quietly and 
gave the occasional pained gasp. Although she didn't like pain much, 
but had been treated this way for more than a decade and a half. She 
didn't move an inch. 

"Right bitch, time for some fun. I noticed Becky has been punished 
not too long ago what did you use?"

"The cane is stood besides the filing cabinet," she said.

"Good first I'll use yours then I'll use my own," he said and placed 
the piece of broom handle onto the desk. He went over to the filing 
cabinet to get the cane. It was a nasty thing four-foot in length and 
almost quarter of an inch thick. Paul flexed it and smiled at his 
cousin, "Okay rest your tits on the desk," he told her.

Anne silently stood up and crouched in front of the desk so that her 
breasts rested on the tabletop. Once in place she put her arms behind 
her back and closed her eyes. Paul stood over her and gently stroked 
each of the breasts with the cane trying to decide where to hit 
first. He gave wide grin and started to beat her tits.

			*****

Alice absently stroked Hanna's hair, the child was fast asleep her 
head resting on Alice's lap. Alice however couldn't sleep. Not for 
lack of trying, or tiredness. Emotions and thoughts just kept running 
through her mind, it wouldn't be so bad if she knew Beth was alive, 
but even that comfort was denied her. 

So she just sat there staring at the door willing it to open. 
Strangely she didn't know what she would welcome more, the cops to 
burst in, or for Master to walk in. It didn't matter all she wanted 
was for it to open she needed something anything to take her mind 
from her own problems and force it to something else. 

Images of her mother kept drifting into her thoughts followed by 
those of Master at his happiest. While he was torturing them. The 
images conflicted and merged, Alice was sure she would go mad if the 
door didn't open soon. Then it did.

First Beth stumbled in; she looked pale, and tired. She stumbled 
against the wall and looked up at the cage with glazed eyes. If she 
saw Alice or Hanna she didn't show it. Something was different though 
the girl wore a pair of knickers. Alice wondered why that was but the 
thought was quashed when Beth was followed in by a woman in a black 
skirt and a white blouse open at the front exposing her huge tits 
that were covered in red welts and bruises. She carried a large bag 
that was evidently filled to the brim.

A light of hope glimmered inside Alice, not that she was going to be 
rescued but rather that the woman had come to hurt her. The image was 
a fleeting one, and was soon expelled as Master followed the woman 
in. "She'll be fine," said the woman, "the cuts should heal in a day 
or two, and so should her cunt if you can refrain from fucking her." 

Master nodded, "Okay, those two are all yours, I've got some work to 
catch up on, and I'll see you later," he handed the woman a bunch of 
keys and left the room, shutting the door behind him. The woman 
locked the door and then went over and opened the cage. First she 
made Beth get in and then turned to Alice, "Right wake her up and get 
out,"

Alice gently shook Hanna awake, it took several moments for the child 
to wake enough to listen to Alice. "Come on we've got to get out of 
the cage," she said.

"I want to go home," moaned Hanna.

"Shh, not yet," said Alice.

Hanna was the first out of the cage she stared up at the woman with 
some disdain; Alice followed her out and stood in front of the woman.

"Right I am a doctor," the woman said, "You can call me Mistress or 
Doctor, but nothing else. Now I am going to give you both the once 
over, if there is no trouble I won't have to hurt you."

With that the woman pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and crouched in 
front of Hanna. She then started to inspect her just like any other 
doctor would. Peering in her ears down her throat, taking her pulse 
and temperature and a number of other things including an injection 
in the shoulder. "This is a tetanus shot," she told the girl, "It is 
to make sure you don't get ill from all the metal things that our 
Paul uses."

The child nodded but Alice wasn't sure if she'd understood what the 
woman had told her. Finally the woman pulled a pot of KY jelly from 
her bag and spread it over the fingers on her right hands. She turned 
Hanna around and plunged her finger into the child's ass. She grunted 
a little, and moaned with pain. The woman pulled her finger from the 
girl's ass then plunged two up her cunt. The child cried out as they 
were forced into her cunt. Mistress frowned and using her hands 
opened the child's cunt. There was a small tear in the flesh of her 
cunt. "Its not all that bad," she said, "I'm surprised he didn't hurt 
you more. This will hurt a little," she reached into her bag and took 
out a needle and thread. She placed it on the floor and stood up she 
took Alice by the hand and led her to the corner of the room

"I have no anaesthetic," she said to Alice, "I need you to hold her 
down while I sew that rip up or it will get worse as he keeps fucking 
her. You do realise that I need you to hold her down because this 
really is going to hurt."

Alice nodded, "I understand." She said and reached up to wipe the 
tear away that dropped from her eye. She walked over to Hanna and sat 
on the floor. "Come on you've got to sit on my lap so that the Doctor 
can help you get better or it will hurt lots and lots when Master 
sticks his cock in you again."

"I don't want him to put it in me again it hurts too much even for 
one of those things again." Moaned the girl.

"I know you don't but we still need to fix you don't we?"

"Guess so," muttered the child and sat down on Alice's lap. 

Alice used her hands to spread Hanna's legs wide and hold her there, 
"Now be strong." She said.

Mistress crouched down and started to rummage in Hanna's cunt. The 
girl giggled a little but that soon was cut off in a cry of pain as 
the needle was past trough the sensitive flesh of her cunt.

Even though that Mistress worked quickly, Hanna tried to get away 
many times but Alice held her in place. It took only a few minutes 
for the woman to say, "Well that's all I can do," she muttered, "He's 
pretty much ruined your chance of ever having a baby but you should 
live."

Alice put her hands on her own stomach wondering if he'd done the 
same to her. The woman stood up and stood in front of Alice, she ran 
through a series of checks, and finally like with Hanna, plunged her 
fingers into her cunt, and then her ass. Alice shifted with 
discomfort as the woman probed her insides. When the woman pulled her 
finger from Alice's ass the glove was streaked with shit. 

"Open wide," the woman said.

Alice did as she was told and the woman, pushed the shit covered 
digit inside, and with the other hand slapped her face, "Hasn't he 
taught you anything, suck it clean," she said.

Shocked by the sudden blow, Alice closed her lips and started to suck 
on the finger, the mixture of rubber and shit was extremely bitter, 
and it made Alice gag. The woman kept her finger inside so Alice 
started to work with her tongue thankful that it didn't taste any 
worse. 

After a few minutes the woman took her finger from Alice's mouth, 
"You my dear are in better shape than I've ever seen." She then gave 
Alice a tetanus shot.

"Can I have babies?" she asked meekly and braced herself to he struck 
again.

The blow never came instead, the woman laughed, "The biggest problem 
for you is getting pregnant my dear, our most hated Paul has a habit 
of killing the girls he gets pregnant there and then. So I'm putting 
you on the pill, Paul knows you have them and will give you a new 
load when they run out, but it is up to you to take them." With that 
the woman rummaged through her bag and took out the small pack of 
tablets, "You do know how to do this yes?"

The girl nodded, "My mother made me get them when I started to go out 
with Andy," she said.

"Good," she gave the packet to Alice, and took out a second packet; 
"These are for Beth, best to be safe, hey."

"Yes."

"Good now time for a little fun I think. Our Paul has said I can use 
you and your little sister for a bit. Now doesn't that sound fun."

Alice licked her lips, she had never considered herself attracted to 
other women in any way but now she found herself turned on by the 
prospect of being used by this woman.

Mistress laughed, "Shit gal, you are more turned on than I am. I 
think we shall start by whipping your gorgeous body. How does that 
sound to you my dear?"

"If you want, Mistress" answered Alice meekly.

The woman smiled at her, "I heard you stood and actually asked our 
Paul to whip you, I'm not quite that cruel but I know that I want to 
whip your cunt. So do I have to force you or will you sit on the cage 
and open your legs like a good slave."

"I'll be a good slave," said Alice. Her heart was picking up speed 
and pounded in her chest so hard it sounded like thunder to her 
although she was pretty sure it couldn't be heard by anyone else. She 
drew a breath into her tight chest and perched herself on top of the 
cage. The chicken wire bit into her ass and her back as she lay down. 
Alice could feel her pussy dribbling with fluid, as she opened her 
legs she gripped the chicken wire and braced herself. 

Alice heard Mistress rummaging through the medical bag and then felt 
the leather stroke her pussy. Alice couldn't help but look at what 
the woman was going to use on her; it was a cat-o-nine tails, it had 
a short handle but the leather thongs were long and made of thick 
tough leather. It was a whip designed to hurt, and nothing else. That 
excited Alice, she put her head back down and closed her eyes. "Now 
dear," said Mistress, "I don't expect for you to keep your legs open, 
while I whip you but I do expect you to resume the position as 
quickly as possible any dawdling and I will start over, as it is I 
think ten should be good to start with don't you."

"Yes Mistress." 

Alice braced but the sheer agony of the blow was unexpected, she 
screamed as the pain exploded in her cunt and her legs closed, but 
remembering the words of Mistress she quickly opened her legs again 
ready for another blow. The second was directed across the inside of 
her right thigh although the effect was the same, Alice screamed, but 
this time managed to keep her legs in the same place, she was 
determined to get this over with quickly. The remaining blows were 
dealt in much the same way alternating between her pussy and inside 
thighs Alice threw her legs together and clutched her tortured pussy 
after almost every blow but quickly spread her legs to receive the 
next blow. She lost count somewhere after four and the pain just 
seemed to seep into one long continuos agony finally Mistress said, 
"Paul was right you seriously are a Slut your enjoying this aren't 
you?"

Alice gasped, "Yes Mistress." It was true the burning pain in her 
pussy was seeping through her, oh it hurt like hell but the pain was 
just so good.

"Well my little slut up you get and on your knees in front of me," 
said Mistress.

Alice did as she was told sitting up she got off the cage and knelt 
in front of the woman, who reached behind her and unbuttoned her 
skirt and let it fall to the ground. Alice stared straight at the 
woman's cunt that was shaved bare, Alice shifted the juices of her 
own cunt were dripping down her legs. "You've licked cunt yes?"

Alice nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Good well show me what you can do."

Alice leant forwards and pushed her tongue into the woman's cunt, it 
smelt awful but didn't taste too bad, noting like Hanna. Alice tried 
to do what she'd done with Hanna only to be corrected at every turn 
by the woman. Alice was only thankful that she wasn't punishing her, 
and she even felt a strange sense of pride when the woman told her 
that she was doing well for a beginner. Alice distantly registered 
the sound of a cigarette lighter, it made her want a fag or even 
better a joint, but that thought lasted only a flutter of a second 
before it and all other thoughts were brushed away by the searing 
agony in the centre of her back. Alice screamed, she'd never felt 
anything like it. She threw herself back and the woman laughed, as 
Alice slammed into the cage the.

Mistress stood there holding a fag, she laughed and flicked it to the 
floor, only about a quarter of an inch had been smoked, immediately 
Alice knew she'd put it out on her. "I just wanted to see how you 
would react. Now get back here now."

Sniffing back her tears Alice pushed herself back to her knees and 
moved in front of Mistress. The pain in her back wouldn't go. This 
wasn't nice pain it was a dull constant throb. She looked up at 
mistress through her tears but all the woman did was say, "I hear you 
love piss slut well you can have mine."

Alice opened her mouth and waited as the woman stood over her pushed 
her pussy over her mouth and pissed. The liquid quickly filled her 
mouth and Alice swallowed as fast as she could the taste was 
sickening but not as much as it had been the night before.

Finally Alice pulled away and gave one last swallow to try and clear 
the taste from her mouth with little success. Mistress went back to 
her bag and opening it she took out a pair of nipple clamps. She 
threw them to the floor by Alice and said, "Put them on."

Alice picked up one of the two clips and looked suspiciously at it, 
it was made of chrome with flat jaws unlike the pointed teeth that 
Master used.  A single small leaver opened the clamp and also closed 
it very tight. Alice slowly put it over her nipple and started to 
press the leaver. She didn't get very far before she stopped and 
looked up at mistress, "Oh for fuck sakes girl we'll be here all day 
if you keep up like that just push the fucking leaver already," she 
said.

Alice took a deep breath and pushed the leaver shut. Her nipple felt 
like it was on fire; she clenched her fists to stop herself from 
trying to pull the thing off and took short sharp breaths to stop 
herself from screaming. Slowly the pain died a little, and strangely 
started to flow through her down her belly and making her cunt burn 
more with desire. Alice reached down and took the second clamp and 
with no fuss quickly closed it on the other nipple. Alice let out a 
pained moan and pulled on her hair to stop herself from trying to rip 
the clamps off. It was just so much pain. 

"Good slave," said Mistress and she stroked Alice's hair back down. 

Alice smiled at Mistress; she was a good slave, the sound of that 
filled her with pride.

"Now slave I want to use Hanna, I want you to hold her so I can whip 
her back." 

The fantasy shattered and the pain laced through her body, but Alice 
liked the pain now it was all warm and fuzzy, but "I won't do 
anything to hurt Hanna." She said, "I will do whatever you want but 
leave her alone."

Mistress looked amused and Alice knew this was going to hurt but she 
didn't care she was strong for Hanna and Beth. She could take the 
pain they couldn't. "You stupid bitch."

That was all that Mistress said and she took a key from her bag and 
went to the door and unlocked it. Going from the room she locked the 
door behind her. Alice suddenly was filled with fear, was she going 
to get Master? Would he be angry with her?

Mistress's absence only lasted for two minutes before the door 
reopened and she entered carrying two sets of leather cuffs one 
larger than the other, and a small plain brown box about eight inches 
in length four inches wide and two inches deep. Mistress closed and 
locked the door and the put the box on the floor; it sounded like it 
was filled with loose change or chains. Something metal anyway, Alice 
wondered what it was and just how it would be used to hurt her. All 
of the images that flashed through her mind only served to excite her 
even more.

Mistress passed the two sets of cuffs to Alice and said, "Put them 
on, the big ones on your ankles."

Alice sat down on the cold floor to strap her feet into the cuffs, 
and then her hands. The chains that held the cuffs together were both 
only two inches long which would make it very hard if not impossible 
for Alice to walk in them. "Stand up."

Alice stood, Mistress walked and stood behind her and placed her 
hands on her hips, "I want you to jump and put the cuffs into the 
hook, I'll help you but every time you miss I'll put a cigarette out 
on your nipples."

"Yes Mistress," Alice said.

It took four attempts for Alice to finally get the chain over the 
hook when she succeeded her arms were almost pulled from their 
sockets as she fell on her own weight. Her nipples were in agony 
where the clamps had flailed up and down as she was jumping. She 
watched in terror as Mistress took out a fag and lit it up. The woman 
took two long drags, and moved over to Alice, she took hold of one of 
the nipple clamps and pulled it as far as it would go before Alice's 
body came with it. Then she took the cigarette from her lips and 
pressed it out on her pink aureole. Alice screamed as the pain shot 
through her tit her body shook and she started hyperventilate, as the 
woman re-lit the cigarette and pressed it out on the other nipple, 
just behind the clamp.

Alice cried out as the pain bombarded her from the other tit, and it 
wasn't over the woman lit the cigarette again and pressed it out on 
the same spot. Alice gave a strangled cry. Tears flowed freely down 
her face.

 "I bet you wish you held her now?" said Mistress.

Alice defiantly shook her head, and the woman smiled at her and went 
over to the small box she opened the lid and Alice could see what was 
in it. They were meat skewers about eight inches long. Alice cried 
out, "No you can't please don't use them on me!"

"Well I'll let you decide," said Mistress, "I'll either use them on 
you or Hanna."

Alice screamed, "Use them on me don't hurt Hanna." She said.

Mistress took two of the skewers and walked over to the hanging 
Alice, "I'm going to press these through your tits." She said. Then 
took a clamps and pulled it out. She rested the point on the same 
spot she had burned the girl and smiled at her. "This is really going 
to fucking hurt."

Alice screamed.

Mistress started to push the skewer. Alice screamed as her flesh gave 
way. The pain burst through her. It seemed like forever in pain 
before Mistress let go of the first skewer, as the point bit into the 
skin under her tits, pressed in by its own weight, though not enough 
to pierce the skin. Alice gasped her eyes rolled into her head and 
she blacked out.

Only to cough awake moments later staring at Mistress holding a small 
vial in front of her nose, "There will be none of that,"

Alice tried to speak only to discover that while she had been out 
she'd been gagged. So she moaned as the second skewer was brought 
before her. Alice screamed and tried to get away but suspended as she 
was there was no where to go. Her nipple was stretched to make space 
and the point was pressed on the dark spot where she'd been burnt. 
Mistress started to press down. It took several moments for her flesh 
to give way and with it her world exploded in pain. Colours danced in 
front of her eyes but she didn't pass out. Not this time. There was 
no blessed relief. Alice just hung there screaming nearly delirious 
with pain.



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