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Subject: {ASSM} Angels Scream Chapter 4 MM/g, pedo, rape, tort
Date: Mon,  4 Feb 2002 22:10:05 -0500
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Angels Scream Chapter 4
Story Codes are: MM/g, pedo, rape, tort
Alocer Loki 2002

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?
	
	If you wish to contact me the author I can be reached at
	
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com

Thanks, enjoy the story. 

Alocer Loki

Angles Scream Chapter 4

Amy's quiet sobs stayed with me, echoing around my head, as I locked the room 
and shunted the bookcase back in front of the door. I was forced to push my hand 
down against my cock. I needed to cum again but I didn't have the time.

I'd promised Elaine that I would talk to Frank this morning. I couldn't say that 
I was looking forward to it but being seen to have patched up my differences 
with the two of them might help keep the cops and the screaming mob from my door 
and, for that, I was willing to put up with Frank.

As I climbed the cellar stairs, the vision of Amy begging me not to put her back 
into the cage filled my head, adding to my problematic erection. The little cunt 
had tried so hard to convince me not to put her away. I knew it would hurt her a 
lot to be locked in so small a place for so long. This was, of course, the 
point.

I locked the cellar behind me although there was no chance of Amy escaping. 
Also, whilst there was little chance of her room being discovered by anyone 
searching down there, I didn't like to take chances. I had to laugh at that 
thought, as if kidnapping my ex-girlfriend's five year old daughter in a village 
where the entire population was sure I was a paedophile was not taking chances.

I had just finished pulling on some clothes and making myself look presentable 
when the doorbell rang. I admit I was relieved and rather pleased to find it was 
Elaine. She brushed back her dark hair and smiled at me in a way I hadn't seen 
since we'd broken up. "Hiya," she said. "You alright?"

"Alright," I answered. "Any news?"

Elaine lowered her head, her smile faltering. "No," she said. "The cops said 
they found her bonnet in the lost and found at the railway station."

"Really?" I couldn't help but pipe up.

"Yes," said Elaine. "They think she's gone to London of all places...oh my poor 
baby." 

Tears filled my ex-lover's big brown eyes. I reached forward and she, 
surprisingly, responded by sinking into my embrace. Her head settled down onto 
my shoulder and she began to sob, her slight frame shaking. I couldn't help but 
smile at the thought...'London'...the cops would have all but given up hope of 
ever finding her. I mean what chance would a five year old have in London? 
Fucking brilliant. 

My smile faded when I spotted Mrs Spencer heading down the road opposite my 
house. I put on a face of concern and stroked Elaine's back. "Don't worry, 
love," I said. "They'll find her."

I forced myself not to look but I could feel Mrs Spencer's gaze boring into me. 
Finally Elaine pulled herself away and sniffed back her tears, wiping her eyes. 
"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," I said.

Elaine reached into her pocket and took out her keys. "Here," she said. "He 
won't want to talk to you so you'll have to corner him. Once you're inside, 
he'll listen."

I doubted that very much but accepted the keys anyway. "Aren't you coming back?"

Elaine shook her head. "No, I'm...I'm going to have another look round," she 
said.

"Of course," I said. "If there's anything..."

"No...no, please Ian..." she said, "just be here for me."

"I was always here for you," I answered.

She locked onto me with those beautiful brown eyes. "I know," she whispered, 
"see ya." She turned around to walk down my drive.

"Bye," I called to her.

I licked my lips and went back inside although only for a moment to put my shoes 
on. As I headed down the road, I saw Mrs Spencer come out of the newsagents and 
spot me. She smiled and came over. The forty year old bitch stopped right in 
front of me and eyed me up and down. "Terrible isn't it?" she asked. She seemed 
rather uncomfortable.

I nodded. "Amy? Yes it is. She's devastated," I said. "I just wish there was 
something I could do."

Mrs Spencer smiled at me, not the fake smile I was used to the last two years, 
but a genuine one. "You going to see Frank?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

She nodded. "Okay, I won't keep you. Tell Elaine that we all have our fingers 
crossed," she said. "Tell her to ask if she needs anything..."

"I'll tell her. I know she'll appreciate it," I said.

"Bye."

"Goodbye," I said.

Mrs Spencer walked past me and back across the road towards her own house. I had 
to smile again. Kidnapping Amy was fast turning out to be the best thing I had 
ever done.

I walked up Frank's driveway, slipping past the black Ford in the driveway and 
tripping up on the concrete garden gnome inconveniently placed at its side. 
Cursing, I slipped the key as quietly as I could into the lock and pushed open 
the front door. I walked into the house, which smelled of citrus, and closed the 
door behind me. "Yes Daddy," was the first thing I heard. 

I guessed that was eight year old Sarah. She sounded cute. I could hardly 
believe that there was a child on my road that I didn't know about. "That's 
right, honey." Now, that was Frank. 

Putting on a smile I pushed open the door to the living room... 

...my jaw dropped.

Little Sarah certainly was cute, a darling dark-haired girl with very pale skin, 
although I didn't get much of a look as she scrambled rapidly across the floor 
to hide behind the armchair. Frank stared up at me, obviously just as dumbstruck 
as I was. His hands went down to push his cock back into his jeans. "You fucking 
bastard," I snorted.

"Err...Ian, how...I can explain..." he tried.

"I really don't give a shit," I spat. "You tried your fucking hardest to put me 
down for molesting Sammy and, all the while, you were fucking your own 
daughter."

"No," said Frank. "I didn't...it was different then."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I had to calm down. "Elaine asked me to talk to 
you," I said.

"You wan' a beer?" he asked.

"How about a scotch?" I said.

"Sarah," said Frank. "Go get Ian the bottle of whisky from under the sink, and a 
beer from the fridge."

"Daddy?" asked Sarah poking her head from behind the chair.

"Go," he said.

The little girl leapt to her feet and scrambled out into the kitchen. I sighed 
and sat down on the armchair. "She offered me it," said Frank. "When she first 
moved in, as soon as the other two were out of the house, she asked if I wanted 
a blow job. She is so beautiful. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Sammy gave better blow jobs than any woman I know," I said. 

Frank paused. "So you were fucking her?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, I never did fuck her," I said. "You fucking Sarah?"

Frank sucked in his bottom lip and then nodded. "A few times. A lovely tight 
cunt she has."

I nodded. "Was she a virgin when you fucked her?" I asked.

"No, I think it was Jenny's dad who was fucking her," he said.

"That's Jenny's kid?" I asked. "Jesus Frank, you kept that one quiet. I always 
wondered why they moved away so quick."

"Here Sir," whispered Sarah.

I turned my head to look at the small girl holding out a bottle of Bells, and a 
long glass. I was able to take my first good look at the little cunt. Her dark 
hair was tied back in a pony tail and she wore a beautiful little dress which 
ended just above her bare knees. 

What struck me about this little girl was that she was wearing makeup and I was 
surprised how successful she had been in applying it. Little girls have an awful 
habit of overdoing makeup in an attempt to make themselves look older. It didn't 
look so out of place on this sexy little girl.

She smiled at me and blushed. She was clearly well aware that I was eyeing her 
up. "Ta love," I said as I took the bottle and the glass from her.

Her little grin grew sweeter and her odd green-yellow eyes glinted. She took the 
can of beer over to her father. I was rather shocked when Frank punched the poor 
little tart.

Struck in the stomach, the fuck slut dropped like a stone. "That's for 
questioning me," he said. 

I had to grin. I was fast changing my mind about this man. He looked up at me, 
most likely to gauge my reaction. I think the lump in the front of my jeans told 
all. "So what did Elaine want us to talk about?"

"Why do you hit the little cunt?" I asked, nodding at Sarah.

Frank looked at me. "She doesn't do as she's told," he said, then grinned, "and 
because it's a fucking turn on."

I smiled. "Nothing then," I said. "Elaine deserves it, anyway. You lucky 
fucker."

Frank nodded. "Ah," he said. "I see. I'm stopping that for a while... until they 
find Amy."

"Be realistic, they aren't going to find her," I said. "Sarah, come here."

The little girl looked up at me and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked up 
at her father for a moment then crawled across the floor to me. I patted my knee 
and the child climbed up onto my lap. I placed my hand on her thigh and moved it 
up her skirt to get a feel of her cunt though her knickers.

"I know," said Frank. "I can only hope. I want to fuck that child so bad."

"You and me both," I said. 

Little Sarah began to moan, her little body began to wriggle and the child 
started to grind her cunt into my hand. I moved her hair out of the way and 
started to kiss her neck, sucking on the sweet smooth flesh. "Be careful," said 
Frank. "Don't mark her neck. If you need to, do it under the dress."

"Don't worry," I said and lifted my head. "Turn to face me." 

The little girl shifted around so that she sat straddled over my waist. I could 
feel her hot little cunt even through my tee-shirt and her knickers. She kept 
smiling at me and started to wriggle her body, grinding her cunny against my 
stomach. I leant forwards and kissed her forehead. "It must be frustrating not 
being able to do what you want to your property," I said.

I moved down her face and placed my lips on the little girl's mouth. The sweet 
honey opened her mouth for me and allowed my tongue to enter. She moaned around 
my mouth and her hands took hold of her shirt as she humped away on my stomach. 
She threw her head back suddenly and let out several loud gasps. I had to laugh. 
Fucking bitch was cumming. 

I put my hands on her chest and squeezed the small nipples through her dress. 
She began to fidget again. "They're quite sensitive," said Frank. 

"I realised," I muttered and squeezed firmly on the tiny lumps. "You don't like 
this do you?"

Little Sarah shook her head. "No Sir," she breathed.

I smiled at her. "You are a good girl," I said and let go. 

"Thank you Sir."

I leant back over her and kissed her again. Her own little tongue was more 
responsive this time as she lapped away at my mouth. I let my hand move down 
around her back and took hold of her little arse to give it a good squeeze. She 
giggled and pulled her head back to grin at me. A little saliva dribbled down 
her chin and she was quick to use her finger to scrape it back into her mouth. 
"You are a filthy little tart," I said.

Sarah giggled again.

"What are you?"

"I'm a filthy little tart Sir."

"A gorgeous little fuck bunny."

"Yes I'm a gorgeous fuck bunny, Sir."

"Do you want me to fuck you in your cute little bum?"

"Oh yes please Sir," she said. "Fuck me in my cutesy little bum, Sir."

"Oh I like this," I said. "Did she come fully trained?"

"Almost," said Frank. "Had to iron out a few creases. Still doing it, aren't I, 
fuck whore?"

"Yes daddy," moaned little Sarah.

"Does your Daddy cane your fat little bum, whore?"

"Y...yes Sir, when I am a bad whore, Sir," she whispered.

"How are you a bad little slut?" I asked.

"When I don't do what I'm told, Sir."

"Open up your dress so I can see these pretty little nipples of yours," I 
ordered.

"Yes Sir," said Sarah.

The child placed her hands on her chest and slowly began to unbutton the front 
of her dress. When she got so far down, I reached forwards and pulled the dress 
down over the side of her shoulder, very pleased to see that she was bare 
underneath. Her tiny pink nipples stood out from her chest only minutely. I took 
one between my fingers and it was thrilling to see the little girl's face when I 
did this.

She looked like she wanted to run, though she knew better. "I like little girl 
nipples," I said.

"Th...thank you Sir," said Sarah.

Heavy breathing from Frank caused me to look up at the man who, once again, had 
his cock out, stroking on it's length while I played with his daughter. I put my 
head down to kiss her chest between her nipples and then moved to her left, 
placing small gentle kisses across her little chest as I encroached on her tiny 
pink nipple. As I licked around the small bud, my other hand moved up Sarah's 
dress and slipped into her little knickers. I pushed a finger into her sopping 
wet, hot little hole. Sarah sighed as I took her nipple into my mouth.

I nibbled around the little bud, savouring the sweet taste of this little girl's 
preteen flesh. My cock pressed hard against the child's arse. Then, as the 
passion overtook my senses, I began to nibble harder. Getting uncomfortable 
moans from Sarah, I could no longer help myself. I bit down, sinking my teeth 
into her soft nipple. Her small body went rigid and her back arched away from 
the pain. Sarah screamed. Oh, such a sexy scream.

As she pulled backwards, I felt the nipple tear from around my teeth. The child 
fell on the carpet and clutched desperately onto her nipple. I laughed and wiped 
the blood away from my chin. "Oh so nice. Time for the other one." 

"No!" screamed Sarah.

As I leant over to grab her, she pulled away from me scrambling from my grasp 
and getting to her feet. Frank was fast to get to his feet and move towards the 
front door. If this child had any sense that was where she would have headed. 
However, seeing her father go that way, Sarah spun on her heel and ran towards 
the stairs. "What a stupid whore," I said, as we heard her footsteps pound on 
the landing above us.

"She does this a lot," Frank muttered. "The one who finds her first gets to fuck 
her first."

"I've got dibbs on her bedroom," I said.

"Okay," said Frank.

I went first up the stairs and took the right through the open door into what 
was obviously the girl's bedroom. It was very tidy for a child's room, and the 
bunkbeds were both made neatly. My guess was that, in her grief, Elaine had done 
a lot of cleaning. I walked to the wardrobe and pulled it open. Two sets of 
little girlie clothes were all hung up neatly on wire coat hangers. There were 
only a few spare. I took one of them. I wanted the little slut to pay for 
running from me. 

I checked under the bed... nothing.

"No daddy...pleeeeeeeease," came a cry.

I went out onto the landing, smiling as I watched Frank pull his daughter from 
the bathroom by her hair. "Now tell Ian how sorry you are for running away."

The little girl was sobbing away as she looked over at me. The blood drying on 
her chest and her little, swollen nipple was quite obviously damaged. "I'm so 
sorry Sir," she moaned. "I won't do it again."

"I'm afraid we are going to have to hurt you," I said. "To make sure that you 
learnt your lesson."

"Oh please Sir," sobbed Sarah.

"You heard him," snorted Frank and he yanked hard on the little girl's hair, 
making her cry out with pain.

"Drag her into your room," I said. "As much as I'd like to fuck her on her own 
bed, I can't see me getting onto a bunkbed."

Frank turned the little girl around, pulled her into his bedroom and threw it on 
the king-size bed that dominated the room. He climbed on top of the child, 
pinning her to the bed. I sat on the stool beside the dressing table to watch 
for a while, taking out my cock from my trousers and stroking on it to relieve a 
little tension.

Frank pulled up his daughter's dress and yanked her knickers down, out of the 
way. "You love being fucked don't you?" 

"Y...yes daddy," sobbed little Sarah.

Frank leant back and slapped his daughter across the face. Then with his other 
hand, he grabbed at her damaged nipple, pulling on it. Sarah gasped and squirmed 
on the bed. "Let go...it hurts," she sobbed.

"Ian, pass me the pins from the draw here," he said.

I went to the bedside table and found, along with the pin cushion, the pink 
vibrator I had given to Elaine a few months before we'd broken up. It was nice 
to see that she still had it. I passed the pin cushion to Frank. 

"No daddy...pleeeease," sobbed Sarah. Her hands covered her nipples.

I reached across to pull them from her chest then climbed onto the bed above 
Sarah's head and held her stretched out, while still giving myself a great view 
of this lovely whore and her pretty nipples. She squirmed and kicked but, with 
both Frank and I to hold her still, she wasn't going anywhere.

Frank flicked Sarah's damaged nipple. Had she pulled any harder while I was 
biting it, she would have torn the damned thing off. The thought really appealed 
to me, though I guessed I wouldn't have a chance to do it to this little cunt. 
Amy on the other hand was just perfect for such games. That was, after all, why 
I had her locked in the cellar.

Frank took a pin from the cushion and aimed it directly at the centre of the 
poor little girl's torn nipple. With a single thrust, he forced it deep into the 
damaged flesh. Sarah squealed and wriggled about on the bed in pain and fear but 
with no hope of getting free. I shifted so that my cock fell directly over the 
little girl's face. It landed over her right eye, forcing it shut. With another 
movement, I was able to get it close to her mouth. "Lick it," I told her.

Despite her obvious terror, Sarah's tongue came out to lick the parts of my cock 
close enough to her mouth. I didn't care how much she could run her tongue 
across. Just that she could do it. Frank took a second pin and pushed it into 
her previously untouched nipple.

Sarah flung herself about screaming. "You can let go now," said Frank. "I need 
to fuck her."

When I let go, Sarah's hands came up to try hit at her father's chest. Frank 
laughed at her pathetic attempts and struck her back, hitting her hard across 
the face. I returned to my seat, picked up the wire coat hanger and began to 
unwind it.

"Stop it, daddy...please stop," cried Sarah, as Frank pulled her knickers down 
to her ankles.

The babycunt's makeup was smeared across her face, making her really look like 
the whore that she was. Frank pulled apart his struggling daughter's legs and 
forced two fingers into the little tart's hairless cunt. She did have a 
wonderful cunt.

Having straightened up the coat hanger I stood up and approached the two of 
them. Frank turned to me. "Elaine will kill you if she saw that," he said, 
nodding at the coat hanger.

"Considering the circumstances," I said. "It might be better if she doesn't find 
out...sit up a bit."

Frank chuckled and pulled himself up, slapping his daughter's face as she tried 
to get up, causing the poor child to use her hands to cover it and leaving her 
lovely little chest exposed to me. I raised my arm and brought the coat hanger 
down across her nipples. The scream was nothing short of musical. Although it 
had me somewhat worried.

I moved down to her legs and pulled her knickers from her ankles. "I really 
don't trust the insulation in these places," I said and pressed the knickers 
against little Sarah's face.

With one hand trying to cover her whole body, and the other one trying to pull 
the knickers away from her face, poor little Sarah had no chance stopping her 
father grabbing hold of both of her nipples and twisting hard. The small 
childwhore opened her mouth to scream but, instead, had them filled with her own 
knickers.

"Fuck the whore," I said taking hold of her arms again. "We can beat her up 
afterwards."

"It's only because you want a go," snorted Frank.

"Just fuck the little slut," I said.

Frank laughed and again pulled the little eight year old's legs apart, though 
this time he took advantage of his uncompromising position and pushed his cock 
into the tight little hole. Once Frank got going, I let go of Sarah's arms and 
returned to my seat to enjoy the sight of this man fucking his little daughter. 
As much fun little Sarah had rubbing her sweet hot cunny against my body, she 
wasn't having nearly as much fun with her daddy's fat cock shoved up it.

I sat there stroking my cock, enjoying the look of sheer discomfort etched on 
Sarah's face, and loving the pained grunts that came from around her knicker gag 
with every thrust her father made.

Frank was having more fun than I was and grunted loudly as he finally came into 
his little girl's tight cunt. He sighed and lifted his body from Sarah, leaving 
the freshly fucked girl sprawled on the bed. "Your turn," he said.

"She deserves to be punished first," I said. "She insulted me by running away."

Frank grinned.

Sarah was having none of it and, at the word 'punished', she rolled from the bed 
and tried for the door again. Although, this time, I was there to catch her. I 
grabbed her by the hair and threw the crying child into her father's waiting 
arms. The man pulled Sarah onto the bed and straddled her head, pressing his 
arse into her darling face. I laughed and retrieved my coat hanger whip from the 
bed. 

"I love the marks this makes," I said and struck the struggling child just above 
her vulva, bringing up a beautiful, vivid red line.

Frank twitched as the coat hanger struck his little girl the second time. This 
time I landed the blow right across the child's tiny cunt. The little scream 
that sounded from under Frank's arse was nothing short of angelic. "Hold the 
cunts legs open," I said.

"You are an evil fuck," laughed Frank, as he lifted his daughter's legs up.

"I know," I replied. "I'm going to give her fabulous arse a few, first."

Frank pulled her legs further back, giving us both a great view of her little 
arse. I pulled back my arm and lashed down across her fat buttocks. Then watched 
them shake as she squirmed and wriggled. I hit her a second time, lashing the 
wire cane across the tops of her thighs, then gave her a third straight across 
her fat bumcheeks.

I wanted to cover Sarah's arse with the pretty red lines that this whip made. 
The child, on the other hand, wasn't so keen and she shook and pulled as I beat 
her arse. The sounds that came from under Frank's arse were enough to drive me 
to beat her harder. I stopped when I saw the blood dribbling down her cheeks. 
Though only so that I could appreciate the sight of it.

"Shit," muttered Frank. "Talk about the beating of her life."

Sarah continued to squirm, trying hard to get away from the two madmen who had 
her. "Open her legs. Let's do her cunt, now," I said.

Frank pulled them open, exposing her gorgeous pink cunny to me. I brought the 
wire cane down between her cunt lips. The scream sent shivers down my spine. 
Sarah's struggles had tapered off to an exhausted wriggling which was more sexy 
than effective. I lashed her a second time on her fat cunt, just to listen to 
her cry out and to see the momentarily burst of energy it brought from the 
child.

I couldn't help but hit her again. Then a fourth time. By the seventh, I was 
crazy with lust. Dropping the cane, I grabbed hold of the child's legs for 
myself and pushed my cock into her shaking, exhausted body. 

"Oh god," I gasped.

I pushed deep into the tight little twat. Frank climbed from her so that I could 
get a look at her tear-streaked face. Oh what a beautiful face. I reached down 
to pull the gag from her mouth so that I could hear her sobs as I fucked deep 
into her. She looked exhausted and so totally in pain, it was just divine to 
see.

I threw my head back and gasped as I came, adding my own spunk to the thick gobs 
that Frank had sprayed into her, just minutes before. I collapsed onto the child 
and held her tight to my body, enjoying the sound of her crying, while my lust 
ebbed away. As the world returned, I climbed off the child and smiled down at 
her. I sat down on the bed and gathered her into my arms, cradling her against 
my body. Her head fell against my shoulder and she cried, holding onto me.

I looked up at Frank. "Can you keep a secret?" I asked.

Frank sat down and rubbed his daughter's sore arse. "Can you?" he asked, pushing 
his finger between the cheeks to tickle her arsehole. 

Sarah shifted, trying to get away from her father's fingers. I kissed her neck 
and turned her so that her arse poked out towards Frank. What was I thinking? 

"I have Amy," I said.





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