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Subject: {ASSM} Angels Scream Chapter 3 (M/g pedo tort rape nc)
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Angels Scream Chapter 3 (M/g pedo tort rape nc)
by Alocer Loki

DISCLAIMER:
	This story is not for everyone and may contain but is not limited 
	to some quite graphical depictions of children and adults of all 
	ages and both sexes in extreme sexual situations

	These may include but are not limited to rape, sexual torture and 
	brutal murder. 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 condone 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-teens.
	If not what the fuck are you doing reading this?
	
	The Story codes are MM/Fggb pedo tort rape oral anal sad nc snuff
	For this chapter M/g pedo tort rape nc
	
	If you wish to contact me the author I can be reached at
	
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com

Thanks, enjoy the story. 

Alocer Loki

Chapter 3

Amy was again fast asleep when I went back to her. Not surprising after the day 
she'd just endured, not to mention that it was nearly three in the morning. My mind 
was clouded with whisky though I wasn't drunk, well not quite. She lay there in that 
perfect serene state curled up in her little cage. I smiled down at the tiny girl, "WAKE 
UP!" I shouted.

The little slut jerked awake, her head came up and her terrified blue eyes locked 
onto me, I smiled, "You feeling okay?" I asked.

The child shook her head.

I smiled and crouched down to open the cage. I lifted her out and stood her up. 
Quickly I untied her and took her gag from her mouth, "What's wrong lover?" he 
asked.

 "You're going to hurt me more," squeaked Amy.

I frowned, "It's only because you were bad," I told her, I could barely suppress a 
smile, I couldn't even remember what she had done for it. It didn't matter anyway, 
"It's only one more, and then if you're a good girl from now on you won't ever have 
to be punished again."

Amy nodded, "I'll be good," she promised, "Please don't hit me more."

I put my arm around my little whore and pulled her tight to me to give her a hug. 
Much to my surprise she put her arms around my neck to hug me back. I smiled and 
lifted the girl up. "Oh honey, you know I don't want to hit you, but I have to so that 
you learn your lesson," I said, "Oh you are so beautiful, give me a kiss."

The child let out a little moan but leant forwards and gave me a peck on the lips, "I 
have learned my lesson promise," she tried.

"I have to punish you."

"You smell like Uncle Frank when he hits mummy," whispered the girl. 

Now that was an insult, I smiled, this girl was rather perceptive for a stupid gullible 
child, "Now darling," I said, "I have NEVER hit your mummy." Mores the pity, I 
didn't think she was the type to put up with that type of latent abuse so I'd never tried 
it. Shows how wrong I was.

"Okay," said Amy, "But you hit me."

"Only because you were really bad. Now darling aren't you going to give me a 
proper kiss?" I asked.

"How?" asked Amy.

"Open your mouth and do what I do," I said.

Amy opened her mouth about an inch. I smiled and leant forwards, opening my own 
mouth I pressed it over hers and slipped my tongue inside. Amy giggled and started to 
mimic my own movements with her tongue. God was this little gem turning me on. I 
didn't know how much longer I could go without hurting her. Not that I was putting 
up much of a fight against the urge to hurt her. I mean that was what she was here for.

I couldn't resist it. I pulled my mouth from hers and gave her my best sorry look, 
"Oh I'm going to have to punish you now," I said.

Amy nodded, she took a hand from around my neck to wipe away her tears, 
"Please," she whispered, "I'll be good honest."

"Now I told you before, honey, you can't delete punishments. I have to give it to 
you now I said it," I said.

I carried the now sobbing child across into the cellar and sat her on a box. She gave 
a little jump as her bruised ass pressed against the wood. "I tell you what," I said, "I'll 
eat your fanny if you are good and take it like a big girl for me."

Amy looked at me like I was mad.

She then looked down between her legs then back up at me, "W-will it hurt?" she 
asked.

I smiled, "Sorry honey, I confused you," I said, "It means I am going to lick you 
there." I slowly rubbed my hand over her cunt.

"Oh," she said, "Just lick?" 

I nodded.

"Why?" she asked.

"It will make you feel good. Why do you think I like to have my cock sucked? Its 
also why I like putting it into you. That will also make you feel good in a little while, 
but we've got to stretch you out a little first."

Amy nodded, "That hurt," she told me.

"Yes but in a little while it wont any more. Because it will become all big inside you 
and let me fuck you real hard and it will be good for you too," I said.

I still hadn't decided whether she'd live long enough to start to really enjoy sex, I 
was in no hurry to kill her, and why shouldn't I let her have a few moments of 
pleasure? It would make her learn faster if she thought that it would be good to please 
me. Of course the hard part in all of this was the fact to please me would mean the 
little bitch needed to go through a LOT of pain.

"But you don't have to hit me." Said Amy.

I nodded, god I wish she's just accept the fact she was going to get it. No I didn't. 
This was half the fun. "Yes I do honey. Do you know what as well, I like hitting you," 
I told her.

The look on her face was nothing short of comical, "Why?" she asked.

"Cause I do," I said, "so it's good, that I hurt you because it makes me happy."

Amy shook her head, "That's not nice," she said, "Mummy says that you shouldn't 
ever hurt someone on purpose."

"Does your mummy smack your bum?" I asked.

Amy nodded.

"Then your mummy is a lire isn't she. She hurts you on purpose,"

Amy shook her head, she was too young to figure any of this out, "Now honey, I 
think your bum has had all it can take, for one day, so instead I'm going to hit you 
between your legs." Hell why not, she was my slut, I've always wanted to whip a 
child's cunt.

Amy looked down at her cunt again she slowly put her hand on it and looked up at 
me as if she expected me to shout at her for it, "Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I told her, "Even more than it does on your bum."

"Then don't," she said.

"Now do you want the best feeling in the world after I finished hitting you. Will you 
be a good girl and let me tie you up."

Amy looked around, there was of course nothing else she could do, I just wanted to 
see how easy she was. Started to shake her head, "But I don't want to be hit."

"Yes but you WERE a bad girl and I have to do it. I don't want to honey."

"But you just said you liked doing it," moaned Amy.

I frowned, "Are you calling me a lire?" I asked.

"No," said Amy quickly.

"Yes you were," I said.

"No I wasn't," moaned Amy.

"You just did it again," I said in a louder voice.

"No I didn't," sobbed Amy.

I couldn't help but grin, oh this was just too easy, "Yes you did," I said, "And you 
kept doing it. I've told you before not to call me a lire. I was trying to be nice you 
fucking little whore."

Amy cowered down onto the box.

"Do you want me to be nasty?" I shouted at her, "Because I can if you want."

Without waiting for an answer I reached forwards and took the little slut by the hair. 
"STOP!" cried Amy.

I dragged the tiny child from the box and threw her across the room. She was a little 
lighter than I expected and she literally flew across the floor and straight into the wall. 
I laughed, yeah that felt good. I walked over to the crying child and loomed over her 
tiny form. 

I couldn't help myself. Whether it was my sadistic nature or just the drink that had 
control of my body I couldn't say. I kicked the tiny child. My trainers hit her just 
below the ribs getting a delightful squeal from the little dear. I kicked her again harder 
this time. God this was BETTER than sex. A hundred times better. I reached down to 
take a handful of that beautiful hair and pulled her up. Not only to her feet but more 
than two inches from the floor. Her body squirmed for the twenty seconds I managed 
to hold her up. She didn't once let up screaming. The screams were what I liked the 
most. They sent ripples through my soul like somebody running icy fingers down my 
back. It was like being tickled only this I NEVER wanted to stop.

I dropped her, and reached down to pull her to her feet I pressed my face close to 
hers, "Right you little slut," I shouted at the terrified girl, "You are going to pay for 
being such a stupid bitch."

I took hold of her under her arms and lifted the child from the ground her feet kicked 
at me, but the mixture of drink and adrenaline was so potent I barely noticed it. I 
suddenly had an idea, most of my being was screaming at me to stop it before I killed 
the little slut. But one part told me to do it, and at this time I was listening to that part. 
I spun around and threw the child against the wall. She left my hands like a rag doll 
and spun through the air in much the same fashion. She hit the wall with a nasty thud 
and slid to the ground leaving a long trail of blood across my wall. A sudden bout of 
concern took me. Not for her safety, I couldn't give a shit if she suffered brain 
damage or broken bones. Two things worried me, had I killed her, and if not had I 
fucked up her angelic face?

As she groaned and rolled over I was pleased to note the answer to both questions 
was no. The blood was from a cut on the side of her head. I smiled perfect. Then the 
smile turned to a scowl the bitch was unconscious. She had no right to be 
unconscious. I walked to her and kicked her in the ribs, but got nothing but a groan. I 
yawned, and spat at her motionless body.

"Oh fuck it," I finally muttered. It was late and I was as horny as hell, she'd get what 
she deserved tomorrow. 

Right now there was only one thing I wanted. I knelt by the unconscious girl and 
pulled her around I pulled apart her legs to get a good look at her tiny beautiful fuck 
hole. If only she had listened to me I'd probably be licking her out by now. Who 
cares, I pulled out my cock and started to rub it against her tiny hole. I applied my 
precum, which at this time was drooling from my cock, over her tiny slit. I couldn't 
be bothered to go and get anything else to lubricate the hole. This would do, and it did 
much to my surprise and I started to push into my tiny slut's cunt. My only regret was 
that she wasn't awake to help me enjoy it more. I fucked the tiny whore hard for a 
long time. I don't remember exactly when I came or even if I did, all I do know is I 
fell asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning.

******

"LET ME OUT!!" 

I jerked awake at the sound of Amy screaming my head was clogged with the 
aftermath of the whisky, my throat was dry and my body ached. I looked up at the 
tiny child banging on the door to the cellar and then checked my pocket to make sure 
the keys were still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. That had been stupid of me. "Oi!" 
I shouted, "Get here now!"

The child froze. Then turned around she rocked back and forwards, "Oh I'm sorry 
Uncle Ian. I'm not trying to run away honest. I need a wee."

I actually suspected that she did need a piss, not half as much as I did though, "You 
are only allowed to go out of here until you are gagged," I told her.

"Oh why, please quickly."

I sighed, I guess I'd overlooked the fact she'd need to go to the toilet. I smiled, I'd 
buy her a babies potty, that would be nice. I laughed to myself, well until then, and I 
suppose I'd better give her a good wash as well. It had been a long time since I'd 
taken a shower with this child. "Okay honey," I said, "I'll let you go upstairs but only 
if you promise me that you will be a good girl and be quiet and always hold my 
hand."

Something else to add to my shopping list, a dog collar and lead. Or even better a 
choke chain. "Why?" asked Amy.

"Because I said so, now do you want to use my toilet or not?" 

Amy pressed her thighs together and bobbed up and down, "Yes," she moaned, 
"please," she then added.

"Okay," I said and walked up to her. I took hold of her hand and squeezed it tightly, 
"Any noise other than quiet talking out of you and I'll put you away without letting 
you go to the toilet," 

Amy nodded, "Okay," she said quietly.

I reached up and pressed my finger's against the large lump on the side of the head, 
as she flinched my cock twitched with her. "Do you remember how you got that?" I 
asked.

Amy shook her head, "I remember you shouting at me," she moaned, "Was I 
naughty?"

I frowned at her, "Yes very naughty, you really upset me last night because you 
were so naughty."

"I don't remember," mumbled Amy, "I hurt all over."

"That's because I hurt you a lot last night. I am annoyed that you can't remember it, 
you'll have to be punished for that."

Amy shook her head.

"Because, if you can't remember why I punished you, or how I punished you, you 
can't have learned your lesson."

"I learned my lesson," said Amy.

"Are you calling me a lire?" 

Amy went stock still, "Please Uncle Ian I didn't mean it. Don't punish me I'm 
sorry."

At least she remembered that much, "Okay, honey it looks like you did learn your 
lesson after all, but I still have to punish you for passing out before I finished with 
you."

"What's passing out?" moaned Amy, "I won't do it again I promise."

I laughed, oh I loved this little girl, "Past out is why you can't remember what I did 
to you. You went into a kind of a sleep when you hit your head."

"I didn't mean to," moaned Amy.

"I know that honey," I said.

"Then why punish me?"

"Because I want to, now no more talking, we're going to give you a good wash."

Amy fell silent. At last. I opened the cellar door and led my little fuck slave out. 
Deciding not to risk leading her by the hand I picked the child up, and carried her up 
the stairs to the bathroom. I sat her down straight onto the toilet, "No weeing until I 
tell you," I warned her.

Amy nodded.

I took hold of her legs and pulled them wide apart, I reached forwards and started to 
rub against her tiny crack. I waited for the girl to give her first signs of pleasure before 
I said, "If you are good, I'll give you that licking I said about last night. It will feel 
lots better than this. You like this don't you."

"Oh," sighed Amy, "Yes Uncle Ian," 

"You can wee now if you want," I said. 

"No," moaned Amy, "You'll punish me if I wee on your hand."

"No I won't," I said, "I promise."

"I can't," moaned Amy.

"You will, cause if you don't I will punish you, relax," I said and started to rub 
harder.

Amy moaned and attempted to relax herself. After a few moments she started to 
piss, the hot yellow fluid spilled out over my hand I rubbed and basted her cunt with 
it. Then started to splash her body with it. Amy started to moan and the piss came to a 
halt, "Why did you do that?" she asked.

I smiled, and lifted my piss soaked hand, "Lick it clean," I told her.

"What?" asked Amy.

My smile widened, "You just pissed on my hand," I said, "I know I asked you and 
said I wouldn't punish you for it, but you WILL clean it up. Now lick."

Amy pulled a face, "But."

"LICK!" I shouted.

Amy froze, her lower lip started to tremble and tears formed in her bright blue eyes, 
"Lick it gorgeous and I'll lick your fanny okay," I said a softly, "It feels much better 
than being rubbed there."

Amy leant her head forwards and started to lap at my hand. I smiled at the little slut. 
Her tiny pink tongue tickled my hand making me giggle. With my other hand I 
stroked her golden hair, "There," I said, "It's not so bad is it."

I turned my hand around to make sure she got all of her piss. Once I was satisfied I 
took it away, "It was okay Uncle Ian," murmured Amy, "Didn't taste as yucky as I 
thought."

"See if you'd just done it first time I wouldn't have to punish you for it," I sighed.

"Oh," whined Amy, "Please."

"Now Amy, I'll have none of that, I am going to punish you and that's the end of it. 
I'll do that later, I've not got much time, lets wipe you and I'll give you a little taste of 
what it could feel like if you are a good girl okay?" I said.

Amy nodded.

I took a clump of toilet paper and used it to wipe the last remains of piss from her 
beautiful tiny cunt. I licked my lips I was quite eager for a taste. I took hold of her 
legs and pulled her forwards so that she was sat on the edge of the toilet seat. "You 
look nervous slut what's up?"

"Is it going to hurt?" Amy asked.

I laughed, "No you'll like it I promise you."

With that I lowered my head between her legs and gently pushed my tongue inside 
her cunt. God she did taste good. Amy giggled, and moaned as I tongued her tiny 
snatch. I didn't want this little slut to have an orgasm. She didn't deserve to cum, I 
didn't even know whether I'd ever let her cum. So I stopped there, "Did you like 
that?" I asked.

"Oh yes," piped Amy.

"I'll do it to you more, later but only if you are a good girl," I said.

"I'll be good," promised Amy.

I turned around and turned the shower on, it would take a moment for it to warm up, 
"Yes Fuck Hole, I'm sure you will be," I said, "I'm going to have a shower with you 
now okay."

Amy nodded.

I put my hand under the water to test the temperature. A few more moments, "After 
I've had a shower I want to fuck you," I said.

Amy frowned, "Where?" she squeaked.

"In your cunt honey. If I don't tell you where I'm going to fuck you then it'll always 
be in your cunt."

"Oh, okay," said Amy, she looked down between her legs, "It hurts."

I shook my head, "It won't hurt as bad as it did last time," I told her, "I've broken 
your insides that's why you bled a lot when I fucked you."

Amy frowned, "Can you fix me?" she asked.

I laughed, "It's not that kind of broken," I said, "All girls have to get broken like 
that. One day. You just had it done earlier than most girls."

"Oh," said Amy, "It will still hurt though."

"A little," I admitted.

"I don't want you to fuck me," the child said.

I smiled, "Oh fuck face, you didn't want to say that," I said, "You have just been a 
VERY bad girl."

"Oh I'm sorry," whined Amy.

"It's too late."

"I meant I want you to fuck me," the child moaned, tears formed in her eyes, "Don't 
hurt me."

"I said it was too late," I said, "I am going to make sure it REALLY hurts when I 
fuck you now." I was going to do it anyway; at least this gave me an excuse.

"Oh PLEASE," grizzled Amy.

I tested the shower again, "Get in there." I told her.

The little girl got up and moved past me and into the shower cubical. I stripped off 
my own clothes and joined my five-year-old sex slave in the shower. Amy looked up 
at me, "Why are you in here?" she asked.

I laughed, "I used to take showers with you all the time, don't you remember?"

Amy shook her head.

I smiled at her, "Well I'm here because I'm a pervert and like to touch little girls 
while they are in the shower," I told her.

"Oh," said Amy. 

I took my time, and enjoyed myself while I cleaned my little toy. I made sure I 
cleaned her thoroughly inside and out. Amy didn't like having a soap covered finger 
pushed inside her ass, and then have that same finger used to clean her mouth, but her 
complaints and little pained moans were half the fun. 

When I finally let her out I took equal pleasure in drying her tiny body. She was 
without doubt the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, let alone had 
possession of.

"Can I get dressed now?" she asked.

"No honey, your not allowed to wear clothes," I told her.

"Why not?" asked Amy.

"Because you are a Fuck Toy, and I can hardly fuck you while your wearing 
clothes," I said.

"But after you fucked me then."

"No," I said, "You say anything about clothes again I'll have to punish you."

Amy shrank back. I smiled at her, "I'm going to be really nice, and let you lay on 
my bed while I fuck you," I said.

Amy wasn't convinced. 

"Now slut get here," I said.

Amy didn't move.

"Right that's it," I told her, "You are going to be whipped after I fuck you."

"No!" cried Amy. 

She got up and hurried over to me. I grabbed her hair as soon as she was within 
reach and yanked her into me. Amy squealed and I clamped my hand over her mouth. 
I laughed aloud not a good idea to have the little brat screaming while she was up 
here. I picked the bitch up and carried her into the bedroom, "Now are you going to 
be quiet?" I asked her.

Amy attempted to nod. Satisfied I let go of her mouth and she just stared at me, tears 
once again dripping from her eyes, she stayed still for about five seconds before her 
face crumpled up and she started to sob. There was no chance of her keeping even this 
quiet during sex. I grabbed a sock from the floor, and smiled at her, "Open your 
mouth really wide."

Amy looked at the sock, "Are you going to put that in my mouth? Please don't I'll 
be quiet promise."

"Open your fucking mouth," I spat.

Amy's mouth snapped open. I smiled and pushed the sock inside. I used one of my 
work ties to fix it in place. "Okay," I said, "I need to see how much noise you can 
make."

I reached down and took hold of one of her nipples. It was a tiny thing almost the 
same colour as the rest of her skin. I squeezed it gently, "Okay ass fuck, this is going 
to hurt just a little."

I twisted her nipple as hard as I could. Amy squealed but the noise was reduced to a 
low moan by the sock in her mouth. That was perfect. I let it go and Amy clasped 
onto her hurting chest. I reached into my bedside draw and took out a box of matches. 
"Have you ever played with matches?" I asked her.

Amy shook her head.

"It's okay," I said, "I'll not punish you for it. I just want to know."

Again Amy shook her head.

I handed her the box she took it and moaned into her gag, "It's okay hun," I told her, 
"I want you to light one for me."

Amy opened the box and took out a match. Holding it far to close to the head she 
turned the box on its side and struck it. Amy squealed and flung the match across the 
room. The tiny girl clutched onto her burnt fingers.

I laughed, "You dopey slut," I muttered, "You are supposed to hold it by the end 
like this."

I took one of the matches and struck it. The pink head burst into flame and I held it 
in front of her for a second, then dropped it into her lap. Amy screamed, and leaped 
from my bed. I grabbed her and threw her back onto the mattress. I rolled over until I 
was on top of her. I pushed my face close to the five-year-old girl, "I'm giving you an 
important life lesson. In fact two life lessons," I told her, "One why you shouldn't 
play with matches. And two, why you shouldn't be in a sadist's bed while he's 
playing with matches."

I got off of the girl quickly and rolled her onto her front then used another of my 
work ties to tie her hands behind her back. Rolling her back over I climbed again onto 
the slut. Reaching back into the draw I got out a tube of KY jelly and smeared some 
over my cock. That was a little nice for the little slut. I shuffled down her body and 
pushed the head of my cock against her cunt. I had to use my hand to guide it into the 
impossibly small fuck hole. It was still a very tight fit, but slowly I pushed inside the 
child. Amy squirmed under me but didn't seem to be in too much pain as I forced 
myself inside. Once I had impaled the child on just over half my cock I reached down 
for the box of matches. I leant up a little so that I could see her beautiful smooth and 
almost flat chest. I took a match from the box and struck it. I grinned and lowered the 
burning wood to extinguish it against her right nipple. 

Amy's eyes went so wide it looked almost as if they were going to pop out. Instantly 
they were filled with tears, and she let out a mammoth scream. Or at least it would 
have been. Under the gag it was barely heard. Amy's cunt clasped tight against my 
cock. Oh that felt good. It was almost like a vice it was so tight. I waited for her to 
relax a little and forced another inch into her. I wondered just how difficult it would 
be to force my whole cock inside her tiny body. I was eager to find out. But.

I struck a second match. Amy screamed and she squirmed under me, and I slowly 
pressed it down to her other nipple. The resulting scream was plainly heard even 
under the gag. Her body convulsed under me, and her cunt once again seized up like a 
vice. Once I was sure the match was out I dropped it back into the box. God this was 
the best thing I'd ever felt. 

As she relaxed I forced the remaining inches inside the tiny girl. Amy's body was 
shaking violently, and her struggles increased as I forced my way into her baby 
womb. I had another idea. I took out two matches and set them next to each other in 
the centre of her chest.

I struck a third and placed the flame against the two matches. As they sprung into 
life Amy's scream was unbelievable. You wouldn't think such as small girl would 
have the energy in her lungs to force a noise that loud through the gag. 

I used my hands to keep her relatively still and watched the small fire on her chest 
die down. It was her eyes that were getting me off the most. The look of a crazed 
animal in sheer agony. I pulled my cock out a few inches and rammed it hard back 
into her. 

I took three matches from my box and clumping them all together in my fingers 
struck them all at once. I pressed the flame back to her left nipple. Her body seized up 
as the pain once again ravaged her body. I couldn't help myself anymore. As soon as 
the matches went out I gripped onto her body and fucked the tiny five-year-old with 
as much force as I could. I was so turned on I no longer cared what damage I might be 
doing to this slut. I doubted it would kill her, and that was all I cared about. I didn't 
want her to be released from her pain before I'd finished with her.

Fucking a tiny tight child's cunt with this much force meant it didn't take me too 
long to cum, and I did with exploding force, filling her tiny body with sperm.

Slowly I pulled out, blood as well as cum flowed from her cunt. Considering she 
wasn't a virgin, I guess I had to have done something bad. I smiled, that was good. 

She was still awake; I was rather amazed to see. Not that it mattered, all the more 
fun. I turned to my wardrobe and selected a brown leather belt. It was an expensive 
belt, but it was also the thickest one I had. I doubled it over, turned back to Amy and 
grinned stupidly at the little slut.





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