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Subject: {ASSM} Slut on the Bus part 2 of 2 (M/g, pedo, rape, tort, scat, ws, snuff)
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Slut on the Bus part 2 of 2 (M/g, pedo, rape, tort, scat, ws, snuff)
By Alocer Loki 2001

WARNING!!!
	NASTY STORY IF YOU DO NOT GET OFF ON THE RAPE TORTURE AND
			MURDER OF PRETEENS DO NOT FUCKING WELL READ ON.
DISCLAIMER
	THIS STORY !DOES! CONTAIN SOME QUITE GRAPHICAL
	DIPICTIONS OF THE RAPE, TORTURE, AND MURDER OF AN 
	ELEVEN YEAR OLD GIRL. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND
	OF SICK FUCKING SHIT DON'T READ IT. I'LL NOT TAKE
	ANY RESPONSIBILITY TO YOU BEING OFFENDED BY THE 
	CONTENT. THEY ARE WRITTEN FOR A SPECIFIC AUDIENCE.

	ALL EVENTS DEPICTED HERIN ARE PURELY FICTION AND
	I AS THE AUTHOR DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTION
	DEPICTED.
	
	Now having got past that I am just going to assume
	that like me you are a Sick Fuck whome gets off on
	the rape, torture, and brutal murder of preteen girls
	if not why are you still reading? Why? get lost. lol

	The story codes are M/g, rape, torture, sadism humiliation
			    pedo, scat, ws, snuff and necro

	For this part M/g pedo, anal rape, torture, sadism humiliation

	If you want to contact me, the author, I can be contacted
	directly via
	
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com
	
	All comments are welolmed though any flames will be ignored. 

Thank you and enjoy the story.


Alocer Loki

Slut on the Bus part 2 of 2

Authors Note: I once again pay homage, and say thank you to my very good friend, 
and fellow Author, John Kirk, for his effort in editing this story.


The little girl made a noise deep in her throat, put her head forward and stuck 
out her tongue.  Slowly it lapped across the head of my cock.  I sighed and 
slapped the child across the top of her head. "Ow," she cried. "Stop hitting me, 
please."

"Put it in your fucking mouth, then.  You have no choice in the matter, so you'd 
better do it now.  Otherwise the rope goes back round your neck."

Marie groaned, opened her mouth wide and literally sucked my cock in.  She 
choked and gagged as the taste of her own shit filled her mouth. She looked up 
at me, pulling a face of absolute disgust.  "I suggest you look like you are 
enjoying yourself. I am your master and YOU like EVERYTHING that I decide should 
go in your mouth.  No questions asked. If it is from my body, or served on part 
of my body, you love it. You are addicted to it. Now start acting addicted."

Marie pulled from my cock and cried "But it's shit."

"Well, I gave you a warning which is frankly more than you deserved. I guess 
I'll have to put you back up there."

"Oh god no!" cried Marie. "Please, I'll do anything. I love sucking shit off 
your cock, Sir. Please give me more shit, Sir.  I need more shit served on your 
beautiful cock, Sir."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yes please Sir.  Don't hang me again, Sir."

I shrugged, and walked over to my box.  Opening the lid, I pulled out a plastic 
jug, walked back to the slut, and put it on the floor in front of her. "Take a 
piss in that."

"What?"

I lashed out with my fist, hitting her in the stomach just below the ribs.  The 
child crumpled to the floor, gasping for air.  "Do I need to repeat myself 
slut?"

It took a few seconds for the child to catch her breath. "No sir," she gasped.

"What do I want you to do?"

"To do my wee in the jug, Sir."

"Well, get on with it, whore."

The crying child rolled to her feet and stood over the jug.  She squatted down 
and began to tense her body.  "I can't," she sobbed. 
I picked up the noose.

"Oh god, please no," sobbed Marie.  "Not that again, Sir"

"Take a piss.  Easy as that bitch."

Marie's body was shaking with the strain when, suddenly, a stream of piss fell 
from her cunt.  Once it had started, it came easily, steadily filling the jug. 
She poured nearly three quarters of a pint into the jug.  Not bad but not good 
enough. "I am disappointed in you.  I wanted the jug filled."

"I can't do any more. It's not my fault."

"You, A, didn't drink enough today and, B, went to the toilet today. Both are 
punishable. Ignorance isn't an excuse. You have a choice, fuckbunny. You can 
either be hung up again or bend over and let me cane your fat bum. You should 
bend over the table and keep absolutely still.  If you move, you will be hung up 
again. What do you choose?"

"T...the caning, Sir," whispered Marie. "Don't hang me again, please."

"Bend over the table.  You are going to be caned until I decide you've learnt 
your lesson.  You are NOT allowed to ask me to stop.  Doing so will get you hung 
up again. Scream all you like.  It turns me on.  Oh yes, after I've finished I 
want you to tell me exactly how many strokes I gave you. If you can't, what will 
happen?"

"I...I'll get hung up again, Sir."

"That's right.  Over the table."

The pubescent girl turned to lean over the table. I picked up the jug from the 
floor and placed it in a safe spot in the corner of the room.  I went back to my 
box and took out the cane. I had bought this especially.  It was much like the 
cat, flexible but firm, and thick. It promised to damage the child's soft skin. 
I wanted so much to see that. I turned back to Marie and swished the cane about, 
getting nice whistles from it. The child tensed at every sound.

I grinned and smacked her fat bum with the stick.  There was a moment, then a 
scream, and what a scream.  My cock reacted to that sound, rising up to gaze 
upon the tortured child.  I hit her a second time. She screamed again. Her body 
was shaking yet she was trying so hard to remain in control. I hit her a third 
time. She only grunted this time.  Holding the cane with both hands, I landed an 
especially vicious blow across the tops of her legs.  She collapsed. Her legs 
went from under her.  In a flood of tears, the child curled up in a ball on the 
floor.

I laughed at her and she curled up tighter.  God, she was beautiful. "You really 
love me, don't you?"  She just carried on crying.

I nudged her hard with my foot.  "Don't you?" I persisted.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

"I really love you Sir," the child managed to sob.

"I know, because you want me to hang you up.  That really shows you love me a 
lot.  I have to make sure you get punished really bad as a reward."

"Don't hang me again.  Oh please, not again...please don't...I...I...Oooh 
please," sobbed Marie.

I took hold of the child's hair and pulled her across the room. She kicked and 
screamed but, without the use of her arms, she could do nothing but be dragged 
into the centre of the room.  Her head thrashed around in a last desperate 
attempt to prevent the noose from being put back around her neck.  There was 
nothing she could do to prevent me from lifting her back up on tiptoe, held in 
place by the taught rope around her neck.  "Oh, please don't...not the whip 
again."

"Oh no, not the whip. I'm going to use the cane."

"NO!  Don't hit me."

"And the whip.  You are going to get your back and bum caned and your front is 
going to get the whip."

"Ooooh...please...don't...I...I'll do anything...please don't do this, Sir, 
don't," she begged.

I do love to hear little girls beg. "No excuses.  You will do Anything, yes?  
But you're also going to be whipped."

I walked back to the table and picked up the cane then moved back behind the 
girl. "Are you ready?"

"No! Please don't!  NO...AIEEEEEEEEE" she screamed as the cane landed on her fat 
fleshy bum.

I started to laugh and my cock stood stiff as I beat the child's back, legs and 
arse with the cane. I had formulated just how I was going to distribute my time 
between her front and back. I landed countless blows against her soft smooth 
skin, cutting her in many places.  Blood dribbled down her back. In truth, it 
didn't take long, a few minutes, before her legs gave out.  I dropped the cane, 
picked back up the cat and moved around to start on the front.  I loved looking 
into her eyes as this little girl choked herself.  I paid special attention to 
her face with my whip, landing one in every three blow across the pretty thing. 
Her eyes were screwed up but I wouldn't put it past this whip to take one out.

It didn't unfortunately. The child fainted before I had finished. She had been 
hung barely two minutes before she passed out. The fucking whore still owed me 
four minutes. I let her down, sighing, took the noose from her neck and checked 
to see if she was still breathing.

She was, weakly. Not much else to do but wait until she woke up. I untied her 
arms before I went upstairs and filled a bucket with cold water.  There might 
not have been much to do but there was still something.  I carried the water to 
the cellar and, after locking myself back in, I poured it over her.

The effect was pleasantly quick.  Her body thrashed around then she opened her 
mouth and screamed. I sat myself back on the chair. She sat bolt upright and 
stared straight at me.  "How many times did I whip you?"

The tears fell from her lovely eyes.  The marks on her face from the whipping 
only added to her beauty.  "I...I don't know, Sir," she whimpered.

"I guess you're going to have to go back up there, then," I said, pointing at 
the rope noose.

"Oh please Sir," cried Marie "Not again...please don't."

"Will you do anything then?"

"Oh yes Sir...please...anything.  Just don't hang me back up, Sir," she sobbed.

"See that jug of your piss over there?  I want you to drink it."

"W-what?" gasped Marie.

A smile crossed my lips.  "You heard me.  You will put the jug to your lips and 
gulp it all down.  Don't you dare spill any or you will go back up there."

Marie let out a loud moan but crawled to the jug, swallowed hard and lifted it 
up.  It didn't even come near her mouth before she gagged. 
"I suggest you hurry up."

Marie put the jug to her sweet lips and took a quick mouthful.  It stayed in her 
mouth for several seconds before she swallowed.  Immediately, she heaved. "Oh 
yes, Marie," I said. "Don't you dare be sick.  You'll be hung up, if you do."

Marie nodded, took another mouthful which she gulped down quickly then gasped in 
a breath through her mouth.  I guess she figured she wouldn't taste it if she 
didn't breath through her nose.

The going was slow and there was a lot of gagging, but the poor terrified child 
managed to gulp down all of her piss.  It was quite nice to watch.  "I want you 
to do a poo in that jug, now."

Marie started to cry.  She knew she didn't have a choice, she was smart enough 
to figure that out at least.  She squatted down over the jug and oozed three 
turds into it.  I couldn't help but smile.  This bitch would have made some man 
really happy had she lived long enough to meet him.  As it was, she was making 
me really happy. "Use your fingers, to clean yourself."

"Ooooh," moaned Marie, with a look of disgust as she put her hand behind herself 
and used her fingers to wipe the remaining shit from her bum. She pulled them 
back around to look on the brown smears.

"Clean them."

"With what, Sir?"

"Your fucking mouth.  What do you think?"

"But Sir, that's disgusting!  Oh please Sir, don't make me."

"I'm not making you do it.  I am asking you to do it. You can always be hung up 
instead."

Marie put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

She choked immediately and heaved.  Pulling her fingers out, she leant over the 
jug and heaved again.  The third time, she vomited.  At least she had enough 
sense to do it into the jug. "Clean your fingers.  I think you might need a 
spoon for the rest of it."

Marie put her fingers back in her mouth and sucked them, sobbing all the time. 
She was staring at the mixture of vomit and shit with obvious sickness. She knew 
she would have to eat it.  She also knew what the alternative was.  "Please sir. 
Is there anything else I can do?"

"No.  Now, do you want a spoon or do you want to use your hands like the animal 
you are?"

"C...can I have a spoon, please Sir," whispered Marie.

"Certainly shitmuncher.  There's one in the box."

Marie walked to the box, opened the lid and rifled through until she found the 
large spoon and took it back to her disgusting meal.  "Do I have to eat it all?" 
"It came out of you, it can go back in you."

"Yes Sir," sobbed the child.

She dug the spoon into the filth, took a generous amount onto it and, screwing 
shut her eyes, put it in her mouth.  I rubbed my cock while I watched her eat 
her meal.  The going was slow. Very slow.  But I was willing to wait.  It would 
give her a chance to get some strength back.  I was planning to finish it soon.

As slowly as she went, spooning the mixture of shit and vomit into her mouth, it 
wasn't long before she had finished. I made sure she used her fingers to scrape 
the last remains from the bottom of the jug.  She looked deathly pale and very 
nauseous.  "Are you going to be sick again?"

Marie shook her head. "No Sir.  I'm dizzy, though."

"Come here and take my cock in your mouth. I'll give you something to wash it 
down with."

"Are you going to wee in my mouth, Sir?"

"Yes.  Now, come here and put your mouth around my cock, and don't you dare even 
think about spilling any."

Marie made another loud moan but crawled over to me.  She bent over to take the 
head of my stiff cock into her mouth.  As soon as she had her lips clasped over 
it, I started to piss.  Her cheeks instantly expanded and piss seeped from her 
lips.  As quickly as she was gulping it down, it wasn't quick enough.  She 
pulled off as soon as my prick ran dry and leaned over, coughing and 
spluttering.  "Oh tut tut.  You spilt some.  Back to rope."

"Oh no. Please Sir no.  Don't do that, please.  Anything, please...just don't 
hang me again. PLEASE SIR!"

"You have a choice.  You can eat my shit and then I'll put screws through those 
holes in your nipple clamps. That means through your nipples. Or you can be hung 
up and whipped again."

"Oh god," cried Marie. "I'll eat your shit, Sir, and have the screws in me. Just 
don't hang me."

The little girl buried her head in her hands and cried.  I stood up. "Put your 
head back a bit so I can put my bum on your mouth."

I stripped the rest of my clothes. Keeping them on was only chancing getting 
shit on them. I turned to Marie. The child looked up for a second before opening 
her mouth and leaning back. I turned around and settled my arse over her face. 
"Okay, for every bit you miss, I'm going to drive a screw into your legs. That 
is as well as the ones that go in your tits."

Marie moaned around my arsehole. I started to squeeze my shit out.  I had been 
saving this for her. It slowly oozed into the girl's waiting mouth.  I heard her 
start to gag as she struggled to swallow it.  I pushed back, bending her head at 
an almost impossible angle.  I wanted her to choke on my shit.  I could feel it 
oozing from her mouth and dropping down onto her body.  Three large lumps of my 
shit made the journey from my arse onto the child's face. As soon as I was 
finished, I turned to look at her.  Her face was smeared with shit, her mouth 
was full of it, and lumps clung to her chest.  I calculated about two dozen 
screws needed to be driven into her legs.  Oh, fuck that, I'd break her arms 
instead.  I smiled at that thought, and maybe a dozen screws into her legs.  Six 
in each. "Hurry up and eat it all." 

It was fun watching Marie scooping the shit from her body and depositing it in 
her mouth.  The lumps were too big and solid for her just to swallow and she was 
forced to chew on them before she was able to get them down her throat.  My cock 
was like a rod of iron.  I wanted to fuck this little slut now but, as much as I 
get off on watching little girls covered in, smeared with, and eating shit, I 
had no desire to touch this filthy little slut until she was clean. 
"Do you want a shower?"

The little girl's eyes lit up.  "Yes please, Sir," she chirped.

"And how about brushing your teeth as well, yes?"

"Oh yes Sir.  Thank you, Sir."

I pointed to the small door in the wall.  One of the reasons I had chosen this 
house, other than its low price, was the bathroom in the cellar.  Even after I 
had dealt with Marie, I was tempted to keep this place.  I'd stay clear of it 
for a while, of course, but, as long as nothing was traced here, I'd keep it. 
"Go in there and take a shower. There's soap and a brush, and toothpaste and a 
toothbrush. Leave your nipple clamps alone. Do they still hurt?" 

Marie looked down at her chest. "Yes Sir.  They hurt a lot but not as bad now."

"Kind of numb unless you move, yeah?"

"Sorta."

"Well, leave them on.  No hurry.  When you come back in. I want you to lay down 
on the table.  I'm going to rape you there."

"Yes Sir."

"Now go." 
Marie hurried through the door.  She didn't bother to close it, which I thought 
was nice.  She probably thought I'd hurt her if she dared to.  So I watched and 
wanked.  She took her time but I didn't mind.  I was willing to wait a little 
while before pushing my cock into that tight little cunt of hers. 

She carefully cleaned all of her body and her hair then climbed out of the 
shower to bush her teeth.  Several times, most probably trying to get the taste 
of shit from her mouth.  The reason I was letting her was for my benefit, not 
hers.  I didn't particularly want to taste it on her mouth or smell it on her 
breath while I fucked her.

I admired her gorgeous little body as she walked back to me. "There are no 
towels, Sir."

"I know.  It doesn't matter.  Get on the table."

"Yes Sir."

As Marie walked to the bench, I realised her slow movements were an attempt to 
limit the motion of her upper body.  She flinched every time the clamps swung. 
They must be quite painful. She climbed up onto the table and laid back. 

Taking hold of her legs, I pulled them open and her forwards to gain access to 
her cunt.  I rubbed the head of my stiff cock against her tight hole and pressed 
it in until it rested against her hymen.  It was tight, so lovely and tight. 
Marie took several nervous breaths and I thrust into her hard.  The pain of her 
cherry popping couldn't have been anything compared to what she had already 
endured.  Despite this, she threw her head back and cried out as I drove in 
deep.  "You know, slut," I said. "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you 
get on the bus."

With that, I started to fuck in and out of the child's tiny cunt. It was 
marvellously tight and warm.  The blood helped a lot in my rape of this 
screaming, crying child.  Forcing my cock into her cunt several times, I felt 
her cervix give way and I penetrated inside her uterus.  Finally, with one last 
thrust, I came with a loud grunt, pumping my cum deep inside the child. I pulled 
out of the crying girl.  "You know, love.  You are one of the best fucks I've 
ever had."

Marie cried. I smiled at her. "Okay, time I punished you for all those naughty 
things you have done."

"Oh please Sir.  Don't hurt me anymore."

"Get up, slut."

Marie climbed down from the table and stood in front of me.  I gently flicked 
one of the nipple clamps, getting a loud moan.  Then, without warning, I grabbed 
both clamps, one in each hand, and pulled then twisted. Marie squealed and her 
body jerked forward. I pulled her back into the centre of the room by her little 
tits.  "Shut up!" I shouted at her.

Marie fell quiet, making near silent moans, breathing quickly and panicky. I let 
go of her nipples and she gasped. "Okay Marie.  Tell me that you want me to 
punish you."

"I...I want to be punished, Sir," she moaned.

"You deserve to be punished for being such a filthy little slut, don't you?"

"Y...yes Sir."

"Say it."

"I...I deserve to be p...punished for being a filthy little s...slut, Sir."

When I picked up the rope, the colour drained from Marie's pretty face.  "Oh 
please Sir.  Don't do that again, pleeeeease" she cried.

"Don't worry, fuckbunny.  I'm going to tie your hands with it, this time. Hold 
them out in front of you. Put your wrists together."

The child held her arms out and, as instructed, pressed her wrists against one 
another.  As quickly as I could manage, I untied the rope from the noose and 
wound it tightly around Marie's hands.  I could tell she was in pain but the 
eleven year old girl kept quiet.  I guessed she thought that if she complained I 
would make it worse for her.  That was true, of course. 

I tied the rope off and went to where it was tied to the wall.  I quickly pulled 
the little girl up until she was once again on tiptoe.  As far as I could tell, 
she was just glad that it wasn't around her neck.  Leaving her standing like 
that for a moment, I went to the box to collect the things I would need.  I took 
the items out, one by one, and placed them on the floor, where Marie could see 
them.  A small sharp knife, a handful of small screws and a cordless power 
drill.  The drill was fitted with a screwdriver rather than a drill bit and 
would be used to drive the screws in.

Marie started to whimper again. "Oh please don't hurt me any more," she begged.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to be naughty and stupid, 
and disobey me."

I picked up four of the screws and the drill and approached Marie.  The child's 
eyes opened wide. "W...what are you going to do?" she stammered.

I just smiled. "Be a good girl and stand still."

I took one of the screws and placed the point into one of the two holes in her 
nipple clamps. "No," moaned Marie. "Please don't."

"Stand still," I said again.

Marie's body went tense.  I grinned at her and placed the drill into the screw. 
The clamp had squeezed her nipple so thin that the screw wouldn't need to be 
guided.  I pressed down on the trigger. The screw went straight through almost 
as if there was nothing there.  Marie threw her head back and howled.  Blood 
quickly wound down the screwthread and formed into drops at the point. Marie's 
body started to jerk and pull as she desperately tried to get away from me. I 
smacked my fist hard into her stomach. The child stopped moving and screamed 
again. It took a number of seconds for her to get her breath back.  Then she 
started to struggle again.

"Will you fucking well keep still," I shouted.

"No!" screamed Marie. "Go away!  Don't hurt me no more."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

I had planned for this.  At one side of the room was the concrete block I had 
put there.  It wasn't heavy as far as concrete blocks go, weighing only around 
fifty pounds.  However, it was more than half of Marie's weight.  I dragged it 
across to her feet and slapped her across the legs with my hand. "Stop moving 
slut."

"Stop it! Let me go," sobbed Marie.

I went back to the side of the room to collect the half a broom handle.  I 
showed it to her. The child's eyes widened and she stood stock still. Of course, 
it was already too late.  I took the broom handle in both hands and she began to 
whimper.  When I pulled my arms back, she screamed.  The scream lasted all of 
two seconds cut off when the blow to her stomach forced the air from her lungs.

That had felt good.  A dark welt appeared across her midriff almost immediately. 
Her legs had buckled and she hung limp, staring at me, trying desperately to get 
her breath back. I dropped the broom handle and knelt by her legs. The concrete 
block had eyebolts set into it and a cuff linked to each eyebolt. I locked each 
of her ankles to one of the cuffs. That would keep her still. I stood up and 
looked into her eyes. Poor Marie was sobbing quietly, breathing deeply. "Now, 
dollface. I told you never to say 'no' to me. I know you didn't say the word, 
but not doing as you are told is the same thing."

"I'm sorry Sir."

Ignoring her, I turned to get my knife. "Keep still," I warned her.

Marie closed her eyes and her body went tense as I placed the tip of the knife 
against her stomach. "I told you that if you said 'no' again I would kill you, 
didn't I?"

Marie stayed silent and her body started to shake.

"Didn't I?" I insisted, poking the tip of the knife in a little, not enough to 
break the skin, but enough to hurt.

"Yes Sir.  Oh please don't kill me, Sir. I'm sorry."

Slowly I pulled the knife up her front, tracing a faint red scratch in its wake. 
Marie moaned at this new source of pain. I stopped when the blade was between 
the tiny lumps that passed for her breasts. "Do you love me?"

"Yes Sir," murmured Marie. "I love you Sir."

I took the knife away, receiving a sigh of relief from Marie. "I need you to 
prove it," I said. "Beg me to fuck you.  Beg me to put the rest of the screws 
through your tits.  Beg me to fuck your arse and beg me to hurt you as much as I 
can. If you convince me, I might let you live."

Marie stood silent for several moments then took a deep breath. "Please Sir, I 
love you," she said. "I...I...err...want you to fuck me, Sir. I need you to 
fuck...to fuck my pussy, Sir, and my arse, Sir. I need to feel your cock in my 
holes, Sir. Please hurt me, Sir.  Put more screws in my titties, Sir. Hit me, 
hurt me.  I deserve to be hurt as much as you can hurt me. I deserve to be hurt 
more."

"Not bad."

I dropped the knife to the floor, which seemed to make Marie relax somewhat. The 
Poor, pitiful slut had obviously assumed that I had changed my mind about 
killing her. I picked up my drill and the screws. 

Marie let out a sob but stayed still, probably realising there was nothing to be 
gained from struggling except more pain, or death. I placed the screw into the 
first hole of the clamp without any screws.  Placing the drill piece into the 
screw I drove it through her nipple. The child's reaction was once again quite 
pleasant. The pubescent slut screamed in agony.  Her little body thrashed about 
but, inhibited by the concrete block shackled to her feet, all she could do was 
twist her torso in a desperate attempt to get away from me.  My cock stood stiff 
again, desperate to taste any and all of Marie's fuck holes but, more than that, 
it wanted to hear her screams.  I took hold of the first nipple clamp and pulled 
it out towards me.

Marie stopped thrashing and let out a small cry.  I could see she wanted to say 
something in protest but she was fighting herself.  She now realised she had no 
control over her fate.  Well, no control other than to make it worse on herself. 
"That's a good fuck toy," I said.

I took another screw and held it in place in the second hole of the first clamp. 
Again I used the drill to drive it through. It took a little longer for Marie to 
calm down enough for me to drive the last screw in but, when I did, her reaction 
was no less fun. I put my hand between her legs and started to grind away at her 
cunt while I watched the thin lines of dark red blood trail down her nearly flat 
belly. I guessed that the concrete block would hold her legs wide enough apart 
for me to fuck her. I pressed my body against the trembling child, pressing my 
hard cock into her stomach. I would need to bend quite considerably to get my 
cock inside the girl, and the block would prevent me from lifting her more than 
the few inches that the cuffs would allow. Still no use crying over spilt milk.

I bent my legs until I was low enough to rub the head of my cock against the 
opening of her tiny cunt. Marie's thighs and pussy were still coated with the 
blood from her earlier rape, now a sticky covering. I pressed my cock against 
the hole and started to push it inside. The child's head rocked backwards and 
she started to moan in pain as her cunt was once again stretched around me.

Marie's sobs intensified as I fucked her for the second time, only the second 
time in her life. Though all it accomplished was to drive me to fuck her harder 
and deeper. I lifted her those few inches and pounded her cunt as hard as I 
could in the awkward position. I kept it up until my legs started to ache, and 
finally I couldn't be bothered any more. So I pulled out and looked at the 
crying child's face. She stared at me but said nothing. "Open your mouth."

Marie did as she was told opening her mouth as wide as she could. She really was 
a gem. I chuckled to myself and gathered the spit in my mouth. She gave a quiet 
sob when she realised what I was doing but made no attempt to prevent me. I spat 
on her tongue. "Swallow it slut.  And say 'thank you'."

Marie closed her mouth and made a swallowing motion. "Thank you, Sir, for 
gobbing in my mouth, Sir," she whispered.

I walked over to the wall to let her arms down.  When I released the rope, Marie 
slumped down, barely able to stand. "Bend right over. I want to go up your ass 
again."

"Ohhh," moaned Marie. "Yes Sir."

Her body went over and she poked her pretty fat bum directly at me. I went to 
the box to find a special thing I wanted to put in her there. The dildo was 
large by any standards. For this child it was huge, though its most striking 
feature was not its size but the multitude of short, sharp spikes that littered 
the surface. The metal spikes would scrape their way in, doing all sorts of 
damage to this girl. I liked the idea of causing her damage. Still I hadn't lied 
about wanting to give her arse a fuck. I towered over the child and drove my 
middle finger into her asshole. "Ow," moaned Marie.

My cock was next. I rubbed the fat head against the tight hole and started to 
push against it. Marie let out a cry as her arsehole gave up all resistance to 
my cock. I ploughed straight in, burying nearly half my cock inside her with the 
first thrust.

I pulled back a little and drove the rest of it in. I loved this girl's arse. 
Hot and tight, it was just ripe for a good fucking, and a good fucking is just 
what it received. I started to pump into her, hard. She screamed as I forced 
myself in and out of her. It wasn't long before I could feel myself being drawn 
towards orgasm. I didn't want to cum just yet, so I stopped and pulled out of 
the crying child. "Keep still. And say 'thank you'."

"Thank...thank you S...Sir," she sobbed.

"For what?"

"Thank you f...for fucking my bum, S...Sir."

I pressed the spiked dildo against the child's small arse. It was still gaping 
wide after being fucked, which had been the idea. I pushed the dildo against the 
hole. Marie's body went stiff as it slipped inside. As if it took a few moments 
for her to register the pain, she squealed then tried to move forward, away from 
the pain, but she only succeeded in collapsing altogether.  Knelt down behind 
her, I made sure the dildo was pushed in far enough.  Blood was dripping from 
her arsehole, stretched further than it was ever meant to, and sliced up by the 
metal spikes. "There we go. I bet that hurts."

"Take it out.  Ooooh god...please...it hurts...please take it out." 

"No.  Now time for a facefuck, I think.  Unless you want me to hurt you more, I 
suggest you get up and open that pretty mouth of yours."

Marie climbed painfully to her feet.  She was trying desperately hard to not to 
hurt her arse or her tits further.  Though, from the sound of her whimpers and 
sobs, she wasn't doing a very good job of it.  She made sure her head was level 
with my cock before she stopped and opened her mouth.  It was almost a shame 
this kind of obedience was so late in coming.  I placed my cock in her mouth and 
took hold of the back of her head.  I heard her catch her breath.  I drove in 
hard, straight into the back of her throat.  She gagged. I pulled out a little 
and forced in again, harder this time.  I wanted to get my cock all the way down 
her throat. In, out and back in again, each time inching my cock down her throat 
until her face pressed into my pubes.  Her throat felt good around my cock.  The 
way she gagged and choked was so nice.  I pulled back into her mouth and came, 
filling the fuckhole with my filthy cum.  Marie gulped it down as I pumped it 
into her mouth. She was a natural at this.  

With my sex drive temporally satisfied, my brutal sadistic side regained 
control. I was finished with her now. Or just about. It was time to milk her 
body of the rest of its pain. 

I moved back to the rope and began to pull her back up. "Oh no!" cried Marie. 
I laughed at that.  She was probably wondering when I would get bored of hurting 
her.  I pulled down on the rope until she was again on tiptoe.  She started to 
moan, as the pain set in again. I put my weight down on the rope, lifting both 
child and concrete block several inches from the floor.  Marie screamed.  I tied 
off the rope and leered at the child.  She hung there, body taunt, agonisingly 
stretched by the concrete block.  I grabbed a handful of the screws and the 
drill. It was time to have some more fun.

She was helpless.  The block was too heavy for her even to move. She was forced 
to watch, capable only of screaming, as I placed the screw against her kneecap 
and drove it through with the drill.

I watched the blood begin to trail down he leg, waiting for Marie to stop 
screaming.  "How many is it I have to do of these?"

She didn't answer but then I hadn't expected her to. I took a second screw and 
drove it into her other kneecap. I amused myself for several minutes doing that. 
Drilling five screws into both legs, a few into her thighs, but mostly into her 
knees and shins. I got bored after ten. She no longer even screamed. Just hung 
there, crying, and occasionally grunting in agony. It was time I finished 
anyway. I glanced down at my watch. It was getting late and I was hungry. I 
walked back over to my box and reached inside to take out the thick heavy chain. 
Marie stared at me as I folded it over in my hands. "I'm going to beat you to 
death now, okay?"

"No...please don't...no," she sobbed.

I put the chain down. "Okay," I said. "Do you want me to take those clamps off 
you."

"W...what?"

Giving her my sweetest smile, I offered again "Do you want me to take the clamps 
off?"

"Y...yes please Sir. C...can you let me down. It hurts.  Please Sir."

"One thing at a time, hey?"

I picked the knife up from the floor. "W...what is that for?" cried Marie.

"To take the clamps off," I laughed.

"No!" she screamed.

I grinned at her. "Didn't I tell you I'd kill you if you ever said 'no' to me?"

"Stop it...oh please."

"You have repeatedly disobeyed me.  Frankly death is more than you deserve. I 
need to go soon, though. So, it's tough."

I took hold of the nipple clamp on the left titlet and pulled it out a little. 
"NOOO!"

With a single slash, I cut the clamp from her body and dropped it to the floor. 
The child's scream was phenomenal. I didn't even wait for her to stop screaming 
before I pulled on the second clamp and sliced it from her body. Laughing, I 
dropped the nipple and the knife on the floor and retrieved my chain. "Goodbye 
Marie."

I watched for a moment, gazing at the blood pouring down her chest, before I hit 
her.  The chain laced across her ribs. It was easily heavy enough to break them, 
and from the way she screamed, I'm sure it had done. I didn't care. In fact I 
was hoping it had broken her ribs.  The thought turned me on. I hit her again. 
And a third time. Blood sprayed out over the room as I smashed her body. 

My cock rose again as I beat her. She stopped screaming soon after the third 
blow. But I kept hitting. My cock strained hard again. I needed relief. So I 
stopped. Marie was still alive, barely. Her eyes were open but not registering 
anything. Blood flowed from her mouth but she was breathing. I should have hung 
her up like this the last time I fucked her. I knelt down and unlocked the block 
letting one side drop to the floor so that I could spread her legs wider. I 
stood up and forced my cock into her cunt and started to fuck her. 

She was dead before I came, though when she died I couldn't tell. However, I 
pumped my last lot of seed into the hanging corpse. I sat down on the floor and 
looked up at her. Her broken body hung, limp. I was tempted to keep her there 
like that, as a decoration, but I knew that wasn't possible. I sighed and looked 
around the room. Everything was coated in blood. Oh well. I sighed and yawned. 
I'd clear up in the morning. Right now, I needed something to eat. I glanced 
down at my watch. "Fuck," I muttered. I needed to get cleaned up. I had a date 
with my girlfriend. I'd take her to dinner. I really was hungry. 

I got up and walked towards the door. I took one last look at Marie. "Thanks 
slut," I said. "For the best fucking day of my life."  Laughing, I closed the 
door behind me.

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