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Subject: {ASSM} A Psychopath and His Toy's ch 13 (MF/gg pedo, rape, tort,  scat, snuff)
Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 22:10:11 -0500
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  A Psychopath and His Toys Chapter 13 
  Alocer Loki 2002
  Story Codes are: MF/gg, pedo, rape, tort, scat, snuff
  
  Disclaimer
  	This story is not for everyone and will contain some quite
  	graphical depictions of girls, and more specifically children
  	in extreme sexual situations, these include, but are not limited
  	to, rape, sexual torture, and brutal murder.
  
  	If any of these things offend you then don?t read it. I, the author
  	do not condone any of the actions depicted herein.
  
  	If you got past that I am going to assume that, like me, you are a
  	sick fuck who gets off on the rape and torture of preteens. If not
  	what the fuck are you doing reading this?
  
  Thanks enjoy the story
  Alocer Loki
  	
<for those that are following, just one last chapter before the series finally
ends>

  A Psychopath and His Toys Chapter 13 
  
  Hanna's eyes opened a crack and she stared out of the tiny cage... where was 
Beth? The thought brought her fully awake, and the little girl sat up crossed 
her legs. Her bum really hurt and her cunny was sore, her tummy felt all queasy, 
and the thought of Sir putting his willy inside her again only made it worse.
  
  Hanna wanted Alice, but Alice was gone, sir had killed her like he had killed 
mummy. It wasn?t fair; nobody made Hanna feel good like Alice. Hanna wanted to 
feel her tongue again. Beth was okay but not the same as Alice, though Hanna 
hadn't felt Beth's tongue so she didn't know whether she was better or not. 
Hanna put her hand down between her legs, and began to rub. Not hard because her 
fanny was very sore, but enough to send the tingly waves through her belly and 
her cunny. It was the only thing that took her mind off of Alice and Mummy...
  
  Hanna stopped rubbing and lowered her head. She couldn't even remember what 
Mummy or Daddy looked like. Daddy had a bald head, and a moustache and Mummy had 
hair like Hanna's but that was all that the little girl could remember. She 
couldn't remember their faces. Every time she thought about Mummy all she could 
see was Sir with a big knife, and lots of blood. 
  
  All she could remember of Daddy was that he had smacked her bum that morning 
because she said a rude word. It wasn't fair she had only repeated what he said 
to her.
  
  Hanna closed her eyes and started to hum a tune. Her hand began to grind into 
her cunt again. She stopped thinking and just let the jolts of pleasure ripple 
though her.
  
  Hanna heard the door open but she didn't want to stop when it felt so good, 
but she opened her eyes and saw Sir looking at her; Hanna stopped. He smiled at 
her and Hanna shrank down trying to make herself even smaller. Seeing sir happy 
was never good. "Oh you filthy little cum sack, I do love to see you playing 
with your cunt. Do it harder, spread your legs more."
  
  "Y-yes sir," squeaked Hanna.
  
  She began to press down harder on her little cunny, it hurt more but it also 
made it feel a little better. Hanna shifted so that she could spread her legs 
even wider than they already were. The little girl began to moan as she rubbed 
her hand against her cunt. She closed her eyes making herself forget that Sir 
was there watching her be so dirty. "Open your eyes Fuck Toy," said Sir.
  
  "Oh," moaned Hanna as she opened her eyes again.
  
  Sir had his cock in his hand and was rubbing on it, Hanna felt like crying, 
she knew that he was going to put it inside her now that it was all big and 
hard. Hanna didn't want it back inside her, she hurt too much, why wouldn't he 
just leave her alone. "Oh yes whore," said Sir. "I am going to fuck you hard. Do 
you want to suck me?"
  
  "Oh sir," said Hanna. "Please leave me alone."
  
  Sir's smile faded though he didn't stop rubbing his cock. Hanna hesitated and 
her hand stopped moving. "No," she gasped. "Please don't hurt me."
  
  "It's too late," said Sir his smile returning. "I'm gonna make you scream."
  
  "No!" screamed Hanna. "Go away."
  
  Sir lent down and opened the cage door, "Get out here and suck my cock," he 
said.
  
  Hanna stared at the man for a few seconds before she rocked forwards onto her 
hands and knees and crawled from the cage. She looked up at the man towering 
above her; his large cock was poking out just above her head. Taking a deep 
breath Hanna looked up and moved her head until the cock was resting over her 
face. He opened her mouth and began to lick on the long stiff shaft. 
  
  Sir began to laugh. Hanna could feel his hand on the back of her neck; it was 
all she could do not to pull away then. She could feel his fingers passing 
through her blond hair. Hanna screwed her eyes up tight and braced herself for 
the pain that she knew was coming.
  
  Sir took hold of her hair, and Hanna let out a sob, her mind raced. Images 
fluttered before her of all the times Sir had hurt her... It was all too much 
for the six year old girl, and the child tried to pull back. That is when Sir's 
grip tightened. Hanna could barely muster a scream before she was roughly pulled 
upwards. For a few moments her feet were pulled free from the floor, it felt 
like he was trying to pull her hair from her scalp. 
  
  Hanna did all she could, she screamed.
  
  She opened her eyes just in time to see the first blow, if only a fraction of 
a second before his hand struck her face. The knock stopped the screaming. Hanna 
pulled in a deep breath ready to scream again, but she didn't get the chance 
before the hand stuck her again, and then again. Hanna lost count. She lost all 
sense of presence, all sense of time. The world spun around her in a myriad of 
colours. Then went black.
  
  
  
  Paul dropped the child, the small body lay sprawled out in front of him, blood 
seeped from her nose and ran down her cheek, finally dripping onto the floor; it 
really was attractive. Paul nudged the child with his foot and Hanna groaned she 
rolled to her left and curled up into a ball, sobbing profusely. "Get the fuck 
up," snorted Paul, and he nudged her harder.
  
  "Ahhhahhaha," was all that came from Hanna.
  
  Paul kicked the child, "GET UP," he roared.
  
  Hanna rolled further over desperately she clawed at the floor in front of her, 
perhaps trying to get away from him, though without succeeding. Paul leant over 
and retook the child's dirty tangled hair. He pulled her little body upright and 
with his free hand forced the child to look at him. Her dreamy eyes locked onto 
his face for only a second before closing. Tears streamed down the poor child's 
face, mixing with the blood from her nose and mouth. Paul let go of her hair and 
took hold of her face with both of his hands. He used his fingers to pry the 
child's mouth open. "When I said suck my cock, I meant suck," he said.
  
  The man pushed his stiff cock into the little girl?s mouth. Hanna choked as 
the cock pushed into her throat, she tried to pull away again but Paul's hands 
kept her in place. The man pushed in harder then stopped, letting himself enjoy 
the spasms of little Hanna's throat. He gently stroked the poor child's cheek. 
"Oh, poor baby," he said. "You have to do what you are told you know that."
  
  Carefully Paul smoothed out Hanna's hair; he smiled down on the poor crying 
child, choking on his cock. Her beautiful face was rapidly turning a dark shade 
of purple but still the sensations pulsating though his cock from her 
contracting throat were too good for Paul to let her off yet.
  
  He pushed in a little further down her tight throat. It felt so good around 
his cock. The poor child was suffocating at his hands. Paul wanted to push in 
harder to watch this poor little child die on his cock but not yet. He pulled 
out of her mouth and let go of her head. The little girl slumped to the floor 
and continued to cry.
  
  She was so beautiful. Such a sweet sexy little girl. Her baby cunt, burned and 
damaged as it was, called out for him to fuck. Her little chest rose and fell 
rapidly as she sobbed at his feet. Her nipples were now just dark scars, where 
both of them had suffered severe burning. She looked like a child, which had 
been ravaged and raped. She was everything that Paul desired at that moment.
  
  He crouched down beside her small broken frame and scooped the child into his 
arms. Standing back up he held her close to him, placing small kisses on her 
face. Kissing the tears from her eyes. "Come on Honey," he whispered. "Lets go 
get you cleaned up."
  
  Paul carried the small child out of the holding room, up the stairs and out of 
the cellar. From there he carried her up a further flight of stairs and into the 
bathroom. He sat the sobbing child down onto the toilet and smiled at her. "Do 
you want a bath fuck bunny?"
  
  Hanna shook her head.
  
  "Aww, why not?" asked Paul.
  
  "Cause your gonna hurt me," mumbled Hanna. "I just want you to go away."
  
  "Well baby cunt," said Paul. "I'm going to give you a bath anyway, and because 
you can't be a good little girl I have to punish you."
  
  Hanna closed her eyes and burst into tears, it really looked so very sexy. 
Paul placed his hand on her leg and leant down over the child to kiss her again, 
sucking on her tiny little face. He stayed there enjoying this little girl?s 
taste for several moments before he stood up and turned to the bath. Placing the 
plug in the hole, he started to run the water. "How about a little blow job 
while we wait?" asked Paul.
  
  Hanna looked up at her owner for a few seconds before slipping from the toilet 
seat onto her knees in front of the man. "Don't hit me please," she whispered.
  
  Paul smiled and reached forwards to wipe the tears from little Hanna's eyes. 
"I've got an even better idea," said Paul. "Why don't you lick my arse instead?"
  
  Hanna's head dropped to her chest and the six-year-old girl began to sob 
again. Paul chucked as he stroked her hair. "What was that?" he asked.
  
  "Yes sir," mumbled Hanna.
  
  Paul grinned at the little child, and turned his back on her. "I want you to 
get your little tongue right up inside there," he said.
  
  Paul laughed as Hanna's little tongue began to tickle is arse crack. He 
shifted and leant over a little to allow the little child better access. Her 
hands held onto both of his buttocks and pulled them apart. Paul pushed back on 
her as Hanna buried her small face into his arse; the way her little tongue 
pushed inside his arsehole was nothing short of amazing.
  
  Paul groaned and put his hand into the bath to test the water and quickly 
pulled it back out. The water was scalding hot, not so hot that it would 
seriously burn but hot enough for it to hurt like hell, just perfect for this 
little cunt. Paul watched the water slowly rise in the bath while grinding his 
arse back on Hanna's face, enjoying the feeling of her tongue as it searched out 
his arse.
  
  It was almost a shame when the bath filled; Paul sighed and turned off the 
taps. "Okay honey, you can stop now," he said.
  
  Hanna pulled her head from his arse and sat back on her knees. Paul turned and 
smiled at the little slut. She looked so sweet knelt there staring up at him 
with those sad blue eyes. Her damaged body was what appealed to Paul the most. 
Or rather the fact that every mark had been made by him. "Time for your bath," 
he said.
  
  The man leant over and took hold of Hanna under her arms and lifted the child 
from the floor. He turned around and held the child over the steaming water. As 
he lowered her feet into the water. The child gasped and pulled them up. "Too 
hot," she cried. "Please stop its too hot." 
  
  "Stop wriggling," spat Paul. "Do you want me to drop you?"
  
  Hanna froze. "No," she squeaked.
  
  "It's not too hot," said Paul. "It's just right."
  
  Paul began to lower the child again. Little Hanna desperate not to be lowered 
into the burning water lifted her legs pulling them up to her chest. However 
this only delayed the inevitable and Paul finally lowered her little body into 
the water.
  
  The six-year-old child began to scream as her body was encompassed by the hot 
water. Sexy though they were, Paul quickly grew board of the child's incessant 
shrieks and putting his hand on her head he pushed her small body under the 
water. Hanna thrashed around splashing water all over the bathroom floor. Paul 
closed his fist taking hold of her hair and pulled her out from the water. "It 
isn't that hot," he spat at her, and dunked her back under. Again, the six-year-
old child thrashed around and, again, she spilt water over the side of the bath, 
creating a large puddle on the lino floor.
  
  Paul pulled the child's head from under the water and delivered a vicious back 
hand slap to her cheek before pushing her back under. Hanna's struggles began to 
waver as she ran short of air and energy. The thought of drowning Hanna now 
appealed to Paul but he had something far more painful planned for this 
beautiful sex-toy and didn't want to ruin it by killing the girl too soon. With 
a sigh he pulled her head back out of the water and let go. Almost as an after 
thought he gave her another hard slap to the cheek. Hanna fell back against the 
water but with nowhere else to go she just sat there gasping in air and staring 
up at Paul. "If you would only learn to be a good girl," he muttered.
  
  "I'm sorry sir," blubbered Hanna.
  
  Paul licked his lips, she was such a turn on it was an effort not to jump in 
with her and rape the small child. Paul took a bottle of shower gel from the 
rack and squirted some onto a sponge picked up from the side of the bath. He 
smiled at Hanna and began to clean her small body.
  
  Paul spent several minutes washing small Hanna and rinsing her off before he 
lifted her out of the bath and stood her on the floor. He took a towel and 
rubbed her dry, then threw it onto the floor to soak up the mess that Hanna had 
made. Hanna stared down at the puddle on the floor with obvious concern. "Are 
you going to hurt me," she asked. "I'm sorry I didn't meant to make your floor 
wet," she quickly added.
  
  Paul couldn't help but smile. "I'm going to hurt you bad. You've been such a 
bad girl since I brought you up here," he said.
  
  Hanna fell onto her bum; the child began to tremble and cried. "Oh please 
don't," she mumbled. "I hurt so bad."
  
  "I know," said Paul.
  
  The man reached down and took hold of Hanna by the dog collar around her 
throat and lifted her to her feet. Without any other choice the little girl 
followed Paul out of the bathroom and down the hallway and into the bedroom. 
  
  Paul let go of the child and locked the door up behind him, then turned to 
watch Hanna make her way gingerly towards the bed and perch herself on the edge. 
Paul went to the cupboard took out a leather strap; measuring around two inches 
wide, an inch thick and a foot long. A dozen long thin nails had been pushed 
through one half of the strap. Paul fingered the sharp points, his cock, already 
stiff, jerked at the thought of the damage this strap would do to Hanna's cunt.
  
  Paul handed the child the strap and waited for her reaction. Hanna stared at 
the nails for a long time, and began to shake. "Oh," she breathed. "Please don't 
hit me with that PLEASE sir."
  
  Paul licked his lips. "I'm going to whip your little cunt with it," he said.
  
  "Oh no," cried Hanna.
  
  The child began to squirm on the bed, Paul knew that she wanted to get up and 
run away but also knew that she knew there was nowhere to go and that, if she 
dared move, it would only make it worse on her.
  
  Paul loved seeing such conflict in one so small. It was nothing short of sexy. 
The man returned to the cupboard and took out a set of hand cuffs, and a long, 
light blue, rope. "I want you to lay down with your bum here," said Paul patting 
the end of the bed.
  
  Hanna looked up at Paul for a moment before shaking her head. "Please don't 
hit me," she said in a tiny voice.
  
  Paul frowned. "Come now fuck toy," he said. "You know that won't do any good. 
Now get here."
  
  Hanna let out a little moan but she climbed onto the bed and laid down with 
her arse just hanging off the end of the bed. Paul climbed up and leant over 
Hanna's body crushing the small child beneath him. Hanna's breathing became 
struggled, but the little girl said nothing. Paul licked at the small girls 
face, Hanna opened her mouth a little to allow Paul to push his tongue inside.
  
  Paul pulled his tongue from the child's sweet mouth and took one of the pairs 
of handcuffs, which he locked onto Hanna's right hand. The man then pulled her 
arm down under the bed and locked the cuffs onto a ring fixed there for this 
purpose. After locking the child's other hand to the bed Paul got off of the 
little girl to admire the marks of his art. This child's body was almost 
completely worn out. The cuts, scars and burns that littered her body were 
extremely sexy but Paul longed for an innocent little child again. Hanna had 
almost outlived her purpose. 
  
  The man reached down and spread Hanna's legs wide, her knees were bent 
allowing her feet to sit on the end of the bed, upturning her cunt just 
perfectly for the beating she would receive. Paul used the rope to bind her feet 
in this position, and then tied her knees open leaving the six-year-old cunt 
splayed for him.
  
  Paul picked up the strap from the side of the bed and slowly ran it over 
Hanna's cunt, listening to her small moans and the sharp points of the nails 
scraped over her sensitive skin. "Please sir," sobbed Hanna.
  
  Paul smiled and raised his hand only to bring the strap down on her cunt with 
all his might. The tiny body jerked and Hanna let out a scream. Paul sighed at 
the sound of it. Even that wasn't as good as it had been the day he had brought 
her in, mostly due to the damage all the screaming, yelling and crying had done 
to her throat. Even if it wasn't as good as it had been it was still one of the 
most sexy sounds that Paul had ever heard. The sight of the small punctures on 
the little girl?s cunt, slowly seeping blood, only helped to increase Paul's 
arousal.
  
  Paul hit the little cunt again with the strap. Delighted to see even more 
blood flow from the tiny holes on her cunny. The blood filled her tiny crack 
making it look dark red in colour. Paul looked up at Hanna's face; the tears 
were streaming down the sweet little girls face. Paul couldn't help himself. His 
eyes locked back onto the child's small bloody cunt, and he began to flog it. 
Time after time his hand rose and fell, lashing the child's cunt. The nails 
scratched, punctured and tore at her skin making the blood flow ever freely. It 
dribbled down from her cunt and soaked into the sheets of Paul's bed. 
  
  When Paul finally stopped Hanna's cunt was a mess, the fat lips and her smooth 
thighs were streaked with the dark red blood that seeped from the small puncture 
wounds and tears, which littered the small child's pussy. It was nothing short 
of perfect, Paul licked his lips; he could no longer resist the lures of this 
child. He moved up to her and placed his stiff cock at the opening of her 
immature cunt. Paul pushed forwards, despite how many times he had done this 
during the last few days, this girl's cunt still remained brilliantly tight; it 
just felt so good pushing his cock into this six-year-old girl's body.
  
  Hanna's face, still streaked with tears, screwed up as Paul pushed his way 
inside her little cunt. The lower half of her body wriggles the faction of an 
inch that her bonds allowed in a desperate attempt to avoid being fucked again. 
It did little more than help to excite Paul even move, causing the man to push 
hard into Hanna's womb. 
  
  Paul groaned. "Oh fuck kid," he sighed. "You have got to be the best fuck I've 
ever had."
  
  As Paul built up a rhythm he leant over the child and started to kiss her. He 
laid kisses all over Hanna's beautiful face. After a few minutes Paul gave Hanna 
one last kiss before leaning up and just enjoying the ride. It took only a few 
minutes past that point before he grunted and came inside the child's cunt. Paul 
almost collapsed onto Hanna but stopped himself from doing so and just looked at 
the small crying child. 
  
  With a smile Paul untied the little slut and dragged her up onto the bed where 
he locked one of her hands to the top of it. Paul yawned and turned out the 
light before climbing onto the bed next to small Hanna and pulling the duvet 
over the both of them. 
  
  The man rolled over and took the sobbing six-year-old into his arms and kissed 
her neck, softly sucking on her perfect skin, as he allowed her quiet sobs 
soothe him to sleep.
  
  
  
  The incessant ringing of the telephone interrupted a dream that could only be 
described as strange, though Paul found the memory of it fade with sleep, not 
that it mattered. Paul rubbed his eyes and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" he 
asked.
  
   Hanna moaned beside him and rolled over, without even thinking Paul put his 
hand down to cover the little child's mouth. "Hi Paul it's me," answered the 
voice on the other end.
  
  Paul relaxed and let go of Hanna's head, "This had better be good Anne," he 
muttered.
  
  "Becky was up all night, crying and snivelling, to be quite frank I'm kind of 
pissed off," said the doctor. "I was wondering if you wanted a hand, what are 
you planning on today?"
  
  "I am going to kill Beth today," said Paul. "Why aren't you taking it out on 
Becky?"
  
  "NO!" cried Hanna. "Don't kill Beth."
  
  Paul struck the crying child across the face with the back of his hand leaving 
her huddled on the bed crying her little eyes out.
  
  "I did," said Anne. "Is that Hanna?" 
  
  "Yes," said Paul. "Look if you want to help, come over, bring your needles, 
and we'll see if we can liven Bethy up a little first."
  
  "I'll be there in two minutes," said Anne.
  
  With that Paul put the phone down and shook his head, it wasn't all that long 
ago that Anne would go faint at the mere thought of killing one of them. Paul 
yawned; there was enough time for a shower and some breakfast before they got 
started.
  
  
  
  Paul waited impatiently watching Anne do her work, while Hanna busily sucked 
on his cock. The child was constantly looking up at him from where she was 
knelt, tears were streaming from her eyes but she made very little sound. She 
knew she was here to watch her sister die, of course Hanna was still innocent 
enough not to realise exactly what death was but she had seen it done to mummy 
and she knew that she didn't want it done to anyone else. 
  
  Despite the fact that she didn't want to be there, Hanna was also an obedient 
little slut and knew, very well, that she had to do what she was told. She was 
knelt sucking on Paul's cock with two fingers of one hand fucking her cunt and 
two on the other fucking her arse. It was quite a sight and the mere 
discomforted look on Hanna's little face was getting Paul off to no end.
  
  Beth started to scream again.
  
  Paul looked up but was forced to slap Hanna's face when she turned to look as 
well. After the slap she went back to sucking and Paul hit her again just to be 
spiteful.
  
  Beth was shaking violently as the electricity raked her small body. Anne stood 
back looking rather proud of her self as poor Beth endured the painful electric 
blast. The box was set now on a much higher rating than it had the night before, 
causing the child almost intolerable pain, Anne knew what she was doing, for the 
most part, and knew how much this child could take without running too much risk 
of stopping her heart. The electrical blast lasted the customary few seconds 
before cutting off again. 
  
  Anne switched off the device and approached the exhausted child. She ran her 
hands over the girl's sweat soaked body, pulling the electrical clips from her 
ruined nipples. The dark red spots which had once been her nipples started to 
drip with blood as the clips were taken away. 
  
  Despite being awake the child looked no better, she hung slumped against the 
post standing in a pool of her own piss, shit and vomit. The smell was quite 
distasteful, and in itself rather off putting, but just seeing Beth smeared in 
her own filth was enough for Paul to put up with the stench and enjoy himself. 
Besides it promised to be fun watching these three whores clean it all up.
  
  Anne pushed a needle into the child's arm and depressed the plunger; injecting 
whatever drug it was in the syringe. The effects were almost instant Beth's head 
came up and her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated giving her a rather absent 
look but it was obvious that she was aware.
  
  "Beth," said Paul.
  
  The child's head jerked and her eyes locked onto the man. It took her a couple 
of moments to focus on him but when she did the child panicked. She sucked in a 
breath and attempted to scream but the high pitched whistle that came from her 
throat was evidence of how much damage continuous screaming could do.
  
  Unable to scream, the child flew into a fit. Her body thrashed around as much 
as the bonds would allow. Her skinny legs kicked around, spreading the filth 
that covered them across the floor. 
  
  Anne grabbed hold of the child's hair and gave the nine-year-old slut a slap 
on the face. "Stop that," she spat and she hit her again.
  
  Beth, rather remarkably, responded to the order and stopped kicking, though 
her head fell onto her chest and she and she cried; it was quite sexy. Paul 
reached down, took hold of Hanna's blonde hair and pulled her off of his cock. 
He turned her head up so that she could look up at his face. "Look at all of the 
mess that your sister has made," he said and pulled Hanna's head around so that 
she could see the mess that was spread across the floor. "Do you know what I 
want?"
  
  Hanna swallowed audibly and whispered. "You want me to eat all of the poo."
  
  Paul smiled at Hanna and stroked her cheek, "That's right honey," he said, 
"but not all of it. I want you to feed Bethy some also; I want you to kiss it 
into her mouth."
  
  "Oh," said Hanna.
  
  "Will you do that for me?" asked Paul.
  
  "Y-yes sir," murmured the six-year-old beauty.
  
  Paul let go of Hanna's head and leant down to kiss her forehead. "Go on then," 
he said.
  
  Hanna shuffled around until she had her back to Paul, and then dropped over 
onto her hands and knees. The child hesitated for a second before crawling 
forwards. She opened her mouth and put it over a small lump of shit and sucked 
it from the ground. There was a low moan as the child lifted up her head and 
swallowed the filth.
  
  Paul smiled and leant back against the wall to watch the show being played out 
in front of him. He watched as little Hanna lapped the shit, piss and vomit from 
the floor. Every so often she would stop to retch and cough, although she never 
brought up any of the disgusting mixture.
  
  Paul looked up at Anne, the doctor was smiling down a the little one, this 
woman was every bit as perverted as Paul, she just hated to admit it. They had 
both been teenagers when Paul first took control of her. Anne, had had almost 
everything done to her, and that had twisted her. Paul had an idea; a smile 
crept to his lips. "Hanna honey," he said.
  
  The child took her face from the floor and looked up at Paul; shit clung to 
her face around her chin and cheeks. "Y-yes sir?" she asked.
  
  "Go give Anne, a nice big wet kiss," he said.
  
  Anne glared at Paul, who smiled back. "Now be a good cunt, and let Hanna give 
you a kiss," said Paul.
  
  Hanna crawled across the floor to Anne. The woman dropped her head, sighed, 
and then got down onto her knees. Hanna stood up and leant over and pressed her 
lips against Anne's face. A groan came from the doctor and she grasped onto the 
back of Hanna's head, opening her mouth to let the child's tongue slip inside.
  
  Paul chuckled and stroked his cock. He let them work at the kiss for almost 
five minutes. "That's enough now Hanna," he said. "I want you to feed Bethy the 
shit with your mouth now okay?"
  
  Anne let go of the child's head, Hanna fell backwards onto her arse and looked 
up at Paul, the child was rather breathless and flushed, which made Paul suspect 
that she actually enjoyed kissing Anne.
  
  After wiping her mouth with the back of her hand the child climbed back onto 
her hands and knees and licked up a mouthful of the shit mixture, and then stood 
up and approached her elder sister. Beth kept her mouth closed and turned her 
head away from Hanna. Anne reacted by grabbing the nine-year-old slut?s hair and 
pulling her head around and then used her hands to pry Beth's jaw open to allow 
Hanna to spit the shit inside. 
  
  For good measure Anne then forced the child's mouth shut and blocked her nose 
until the little girl had swallowed her meal. 
  
  Paul watched while Hanna cleaned the floor in this way. Licking up the filth 
and feeding it into her elder sister?s mouth, often Anne had to force Beth to 
eat what she was given, even though each time she did it Beth received several 
slaps to her face.
  
  It took quite a while but eventually Hanna had cleaned the whole floor of the 
disgusting filth that Beth had deposited there. Paul pulled himself upright. 
"Right, Anne you take Hanna and get yourselves cleaned up," he said. "I'm going 
to take Bethy to the rack."
  
  Anne raised an eyebrow. "Okay," she said finally. She leant down to take 
Hanna's hand and led the little girl from the room.
  
  
  
  Beth's breathing came in short gasps as the hydraulics eased her legs further 
apart than they had ever been before, further apart than they had ever been 
designed to go. Simultaneously another set of hydraulic pumps pulled out her 
arms over her head, stretching the joints until they left the child agonisingly 
stretched out on this contraption.
  
  Anne waited in the background stroking on Hanna's hair while the child licked 
away at the doctors cunt little gasp and slurps came from Hanna's mouth as she 
worked away with rapid earnest. Anne was certainly enjoying herself; the woman 
was nearly as short of breath as Beth was. Paul turned his attention to the 
child pulled out before him. Her scared and burnt skin was tight and ready for 
Paul to begin his work on the child once again.
  
  He took the knife and ran the blade across her skin just below her ruined 
nipple opening a small incision. The cut filled with red, it seeped out ran down 
the child's side pooling on the table below her. Paul leant over and put his 
lips to the cut and sucked at the blood savouring the sweet, coppery taste as it 
filled his mouth. He vaguely became aware of Anne stood by him her hands ran 
over Beth's body searching and needle was pushed into her chest, just within 
Paul's line of sight. 
  
  Paul stood up and wiped the blood from his chin, to watch as Anne pushed a 
second needle deep into the child's chest. Beth squealed and Paul chuckled and 
took a pin of his own, which he pushed into her stomach. It was incredibly 
tempting to turn this slut into a pin cushion, however Paul had bigger things in 
mind.
  
  Reaching under the bench Paul retrieved a long, metal box. He set it down on 
the table and opened the lid causing the light to flash blue off of the 
galvanised steel. From the box he took a nine-inch long iron skewer. The metal 
was twisted giving the sharp pointed object an almost screw like look. Paul 
pressed the sharp tip into Beth's tiny belly button.
  
  Paul could almost hear Anne cringe. A grin expanded across Paul's face, and he 
pushed down. The child's skin resisted for a number of seconds, but it really 
had no choice but to give in. Beth, already in constant unbearable agony, 
squealed again. More of a rasp than a squeal, but a squeal nonetheless.
  
  The muscles in her small pre-pubescent body contracted constantly, rippling 
under the smooth pale skin of this dark haired child. If not for the straps this 
little girl would have been thrashing around without control.
  
  Blood started to flow up from her belly button pooling in the centre of her 
stomach. Paul giggled to himself and pushed in further. It felt so good to push 
the steel spike through this child. Paul sighed and released the skewer, it was 
buried most of the way into the little girl, almost certainly having done 
irreversible, or even fatal damage to the little girls insides. "Let's get her 
up tighter," he told Anne.
  
  The doctor went to the laptop plugged into the rack and pressed the enter key. 
The hydraulics moved almost instantly stretching out little Beth. It pulled her 
arms out above her head, and her legs apart. They were already too wide. Beth 
did all that she could, scream. Her damaged vocals didn't allow for much of 
anything, and the hiss that left her mouth would have past for a cough before a 
scream, but Paul knew better. Paul nodded to Anne when the child's legs were 
pulled to an obtuse angle to her body. It looked very unhealthy with her legs 
curling up towards her body. The balls of the sockets could be seen jutting out 
against the flesh near her tiny cunt. 
  
  It was such a pretty little cunt as well. Paul couldn't help himself; he 
always liked to have one last fuck before he killed a child. He reached down and 
rubbed his hand into the little cunt rubbing hard against the child's exposed 
clitoris. He pushed his finger inside of the child's tight little pussy probing 
the soft warm insides.
  
  Paul took his finger out of her and pinched on her gorgeous little clit, 
kneading it with his fingers, listening to the little sounds of pleasure coming 
from Beth. Paul tried to remember how many times he had pushed pins through this 
little bud. He couldn't but that hardly mattered. "Give me the knife," said 
Paul.
  
  Anne passed the man a short but sharp knife; Paul pressed the point against 
the child's clit and pushed it hard enough to cut into the skin. The little 
girls body shook with pain, only a light tremble due to how she was restrained 
but it shook nonetheless. 
  
  Paul cut around the small bud and finally poked the knife under it to tear it 
from Beth's body, it was a tiny piece of flesh but it looked so pretty. Using 
his other hand Paul rubbed the blood into Beth's cunt to lubricate it before he 
pressed his cock against the small hole and pushed it straight into her tiny 
womb. Paul dropped the tiny lump that had once been Beth's clitoris onto her 
face then looked up to Anne. "Kill the little whore," he said and started to 
fuck the child as hard as he could.
  
  Anne licked her lips and approached holding several of the skewers. Paul 
grunted and pressed in harder as Anne placed a point against the centre of the 
child's left wrist and pushed it through. As the metal traversed its way though 
Beth's wrist the muscles of her cunt contracted, squeezing Paul's cock tighter, 
causing the man to groan. 
  
  Anne, preceded to push a second skewer through the nine-year-old girl's other 
wrist, then, a third deep into her chest. As it sank deeper though her ribs, 
Beth started to cough, bubbling blood, this then flowed out of her mouth and 
down her chin. The child's breaths came in tiny wheezing breaths now; it was 
obvious that she was unable to catch her breath. Anne was quick to remedy the 
problem, taking her belt she looped it around Beth's neck and pulled it tight 
cutting off all air. 
  
  Beth's face took a dull purple colour, and her small body jerked with even 
more force than it had been doing. Paul gasped he could feel his desire boiling 
over. A wide grin spread across his lips, he reached down the child's chest and 
pulled the skewer from her punctured lung. "Die you fucking whore," he spat, 
stabbed the child's chest. 
  
  Ripping it out once again he brought the sharp point down at her face, tearing 
open her cheek. Up again and down this time through her shoulder. Then her other 
lung, and finally straight into the centre of her chest. 
  
  Beth shuddered for some remaining seconds before her body went completely 
limp; the blood seeped from her mouth and the many puncture wounds. Paul pushed 
the skewer further in through the child's heart then took hold of her waist and 
began to fuck her again. 
  
  He pushed in and out of the dead child for several minutes before filling her 
womb with cum one last time.
  
  
  




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