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From: Alocer Loki <Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Psychopath and His Toys, Chapter 1 (M/g, pedo, rape,  tort)
Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 21:10:08 -0500
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A Psychopath and His Toys, Chapter 1
Alocer Loki 2001 
Story Codes are: (M/g, pedo, rape, tort)

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, and sexual torture.
  
  	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


"The City of Newcastle is in shock this morning as Laura Hafbur, secretary and 
mother of three was found on the banks of the Tyne by two fishermen late last 
night. This follows a city-wide search after both mother and daughters were 
reported missing early yesterday morning."

"The three daughters aged between six and fourteen are still missing, and the 
Father is said to be distraught with grief. The police who are treating the 
death and disappearances as suspicious are beginning a thorough search of the 
river and surrounding land where they believe the children will turn up."

"The Police have refused to comment further although there are believed to be no 
leads..."

Paul switched off the television and turned to his computer. The cameras were in 
perfect positions showing Paul all sides of the small cage, sat at the rear of a 
small well-lit room. Other than the cage the room was completely empty. The room 
itself was twelve-foot square, and lit by several florescent strips, placed 
where nobody could reach them without a stepladder. 

You can't let your toys hurt themselves. To this affect the whole room was 
padded, sort of like in a mental institution. This was partly to stop the sound 
but mostly to stop the toys from trying to kill themselves. 

The cage was small sat in the back of the room only three and a half-foot tall, 
then five foot wide and five-foot deep. The bars to the cage were padded as 
well, and filled around them was chicken wire to stop any hands getting through. 

The three girls huddled in one corner. They were still crying despite being left 
in there over night. Paul smiled, no leads. Well he didn't think the cops would 
find him, they had been a random picking, and besides they were looking at the 
wrong end of the country. 

 Paul shifted trying to get his erect cock to fit more comfortably in his 
trousers, but to no avail. He wanted so desperately to go down there and fuck 
one of then that moment, but he didn't have the time. Being a partner in a just 
starting Software Company and not to mention the chief programmer, a lot of his 
time was taken up at work lately. Besides they were in the middle of a project 
that if all went to plan would set them up for life.

Paul cursed and stood, he was already late, Paul didn't like being late despite 
the fact that nobody would mind particularly. He pulled on his black denim 
jacket, and hunted around the sofa for the keys to his motorcycle. With his 
documents and dicks stuffed in the rucksack he swung over his shoulder. He 
grabbed his crash helmet and made his way into the garage.

When you are a partner in your own company you wore what the hell you liked, 
unless it was in important meeting with investors, or customers, which today it 
wasn't. 

Paul stood just under average height at Five foot nine, but his stocky posture 
and sheer girth made him look shorter. Weighing in at almost twenty stone 
(280lb) Paul could best be described as fat, but that it wasn't something that 
bothered him too much, despite being very overweight he was fit and quick on his 
feet. So much so that he played football (Soccer) for his local pub side and 
rugby for the town. It was that speed and strength that both shocked and scared 
people.

Paul dressed casual even scruffy most of the time and today was no exception. He 
wore black jeans that were far too big for him and had to be held up with a 
belt, and black and white T-shirt with Guinness stencilled on the breast and 
Staff on the sleeve. Testament of his work as a barman, work he'd only given up 
a year ago. Brushing back his thinning brown hair he pulled on his crash helmet 
climbed on his bike and sped off towards work.

*****

Hanna clung onto her big sister for dear life; her grip was like a vice. Alice 
stoked the six-year-olds blond hair and spoke comforting words, that she didn't 
believe herself. "Come on," she said, "Daddy will rescue us and then the bad man 
will go to jail," if it wasn't for Hanna and Beth, Alice was sure, she'd be 
crouched in the corner balling her eyes out. 

Beth kicked the bars.

Alice looked at the slight nine year old, who unlike Alice and Hanna had 
inherited their fathers black hair and eyes, unlike their mothers blond hair and 
blue eyes. Alice could barely keep herself in control, she felt like screaming. 
But she clenched her fists in tight balls so tight that the fake nails glued 
onto her left hands dug into her palm. It was that cruel pain that she 
concentrated on and it was all that stopped her from going hysterical. She had 
to be strong, for Hanna, and for Beth.

Beth kicked the bars.

She was in total shock the poor girl. Beth just stared out into space and kicked 
the bars every now and then. Hardly surprising after witnessing their mothers 
rape and murder. The man had been so, calm so, methodical so damned pleasant as 
he viscously raped and tortured their mother that it was all like a dream. It 
wasn't real.  But it was.

Alice shuddered and felt the tears gathering in her eyes again he she couldn't 
stop them. She had to be strong. But she couldn't. They were dead; the same 
thing would happen to them that had happened to their mother. The thought echoed 
around Alice's head and refused to be quiet.

All hope had long since gone, and had been replaced by despair. Alice hugged her 
sister tightly and cried. 

Despite Beth's hair colour the sisters all looked alike. They all were small for 
their age, and very slight. Even Alice had a very boyish figure, and no breasts 
to speak of. She had turned fourteen a week ago, and puberty had only recently 
taken hold. She had had her first period just before her fourteenth. Although in 
the scheme of things not a particularly late developer, most of her friends had 
gone through the same more than a year before. Alice reached up and twirled a 
strand of her straight blond hair, like, Hanna it looked almost as if her hair 
was bleached but it was real. 

A draft made her shiver and Alice pulled the black school blazer around her 
tight, wishing now that she had worn her trousers rather than her skirt. It 
occurred to her that she shouldn't be thinking about such petty things, but they 
had been sat in that tiny cage now for what seemed like days, without a sign of 
their captor.

Beth kicked the bars.

The dark haired nine-year-old wore dark grey trousers and a short-sleeved crisp 
white blouse. Although from the goose pimples on her arms it was evident that 
she was cold, the girl made no attempt to warm her self. Or even acknowledge 
that it was cold.

Hanna was tiny small even for a six-year-old. She wore a green and white 
chequered dress issued as uniform by her school. After several minutes, Alice 
ran out of tears and the room was silent again. Or almost so. The two florescent 
strips, on the ceiling buzzed quietly, and the tiny extractor fan on the wall 
above their heads, was constantly on. In the silence the small fan sounded more 
like a jet engine.

*****

The local pub was packed like it always was on a Friday lunchtime. Friday was 
the day that all the professionals and businessmen had lunch, and with that came 
the mass of credit cards piled behind the bar. Paul sat in the corner of the bar 
like he did every day; his roast beef dinner swam in blood just the way he liked 
it. Paul picked up his glass and emptied the last two inches. "Same again?" 
asked Pete, the giant barman didn't wait for an answer. He just picked up the 
glass and refilled it with larger. Paul gave the man the exact change, and 
turned to Clare was struggling with the crossword in the daily paper.  "Fourteen 
down. A base sixteen number system."

"Hexadecimal," answered Paul.

"Ah cheers," she said. Clare was a short cute woman in her early twenties. Her 
long dark hair was held up in a conservative manner, but her tight top and mini 
skirt didn't give that impression. The main problem that Paul had with sitting 
with Clare was that she had a huge pair of tits (36 DD, to be exact). While this 
in itself wasn't a problem in itself, she was however the wife of one of his 
best friends.

At that moment, her husband walked in. Steve "The Copper" was a tall wiry man 
with short dark hair, he walked in smiling like always, dressed in an old faded 
T-shirt and a pair of paint speckled tracksuit bottoms. His nickname came from 
the fact that he was a copper, if a particularly blind one at times. "Want a 
drink?" asked Paul, as the man leant over and frenched his wife. 

The man nodded but didn't take his tongue from the back of Clare's throat. Paul 
turned to Pete, "Pint of Pride," he said.

Pete had already poured it. Paul gave the man the money and sat the drink on the 
bar towel.

Finally the two separated and Steve gulped down half his drink. The news came on 
the TV and Steve glanced up at it, there was something on about the murder in 
Newcastle. "You hear about that?" asked Steve.

Pete said, "I've been watching it all morning. They say three kids are missing 
all small girls."

"Oh poor dears. I wonder if they are still alive. They must be terrified," added 
Clare.

"Well," said Paul, "If they are alive, they are probably locked in some sick 
fuck's basement."

"They'll probably turn up, dead a couple of miles down the road." Said Steve.

"Whoever did that should hang," spat Pete.

"No," muttered Paul, "Hangings too good for them."

*****

It was six thirty and the summer sun sat high in the sky. Paul sped through the 
vast tracks of land that he'd inherited from his grandfather. A large thick 
forest took up most of the land with signs dotted around, saying, "Private 
property, Trespassers will be prosecuted." Not that he had much trouble from 
trespassers. Near the centre of the forest was his house a modest Victorian 
manor. Despite this the house was still large. Not as large as most stately 
homes and actually quite small compared to some, the house having been built by 
a member of the minor gentry.

Paul parked his bike in the garage and locked it quickly. Throwing off his 
helmet and jacket, he hurried to the cellar door and unlocked it. 

He locked the door behind him before descending the stairs into the huge 
cellars. 

The cellars of the house were just short of amazing. Huge and extensive networks 
of hid under his land. The sound proof rooms had been built during the Second 
World War by his grandfather. Paul hurried through the dull grey lit by 
florescent strips, until he came to a solid iron door at the east end of the 
cellars.

Paul pulled out the key and slotted it into the lock. It turned with a click and 
door opened easily and silently on well oiled hinges. As Paul entered the room 
he caught a faint smell of urine. He looked down and took his foot out of the 
piss that had trailed from a small puddle in one corner of the cage where one or 
more of the girls had relived themselves. The three girls just looked at Paul in 
silence. 

They stood there just looking at each other for several minutes before the 
eldest girl spoke, "Please, let us go," she said softly. 

She was trying so hard not to cry that Paul just had to smile. It wasn't a 
malicious smile but a warm reassuring one. "Don't worry pet," he said, "I'm not 
going to kill you," It wasn't a lie, well almost a lie, it really depended on 
how troublesome she proved.

The girl began to shake and her head fell forwards against her little sister's 
hair. She stayed there sobbing softly. After a while she sniffed back her tears 
and looked up. "Please then let my sisters go. I-I'll do anything."

Paul shook his head, "Sorry pet, I can't do that."

The girl began to cry again. Paul was getting board with this game. His cock 
strained so hard against his jeans it hurt. He picked which one he would do 
first. "Err Alice? Yes you take Beth to the back of the cage and sit still. And 
Hanna is it? You sit just in front of the door."

"No!" screamed Alice, "Please don't hurt her she's just a child."

"So are you my dear." Muttered Paul, "Try this on for size, unless you shut your 
fucking mouth and do what I tell you I will bring you out here, hang you from 
the ceiling by your arms, and whip those little tits of yours. How does that 
sound."

Alice covered her chest involuntary, then silently grabbed Beth and took her to 
the back of the cage.

Hanna Eyes Paul suspiciously. "Please don't hurt me sir," she said.

Paul's smile widened, "Don't worry my pet," he said.

Paul unlocked the cage and took her by the hand and led her out. Keeping hold of 
his prize he locked the cage again and picked the child up.

He carried her from the 'holding room' and locked the door behind him. He walked 
down the corridor past two doors before finally opening one on his right and 
going inside. The room was smaller than the 'holding room' only eight-foot 
square, but a bench six-foot by four-foot took up most of the room. Leather 
straps hung from points around the bench; to anyone it was obvious that they 
were used to hold someone down but weather the six-year-old child could 
comprehend their use was beyond Paul. Like the holding cell the walls were 
padded, although this was mostly to keep the noise down. "When was the last time 
you ate?" asked Paul softly.

The girl shrugged.

Paul nodded, probably yesterday breakfast. Her stomach would be empty though and 
that was good, he didn't want her to choke on her vomit just yet. "We're going 
to play a little game," he said, "When we're done you can have some dinner is 
that good?"

The child nodded. 

"Good," he said, "Now I'm just going to get some more toys and we can play. You 
be a good girl an sit still okay,"

"Okay," the girl said, She seemed less nervous now, probably didn't understand 
just what had happened to her mother, he doubted it would be this easy to get 
the other two to behave themselves.

Paul smiled and left the room locking it behind him. He made his way to a small 
store cupboard where he kept most of his things.  There were hundreds of 
implements of torture in the small room all catalogued and stored in precise 
locations. He pulled out a box and selected a small cat-o-nine tails; it was a 
wicked thing made from thick cords of leather with small metal studs on the end 
of each cord. Paul then pulled out a box containing nipple clamps. He rummaged 
through the box until he found a particularly wicked looking pair. The jagged 
teeth locked tightly together. They had a small bolt in them so they could be as 
loose or as tight as he wanted. He also got a shiny dildo and a box of pins. 

He took his toys back onto the room where he left Hanna. Locking the door behind 
him he entered the room. Hanna sat quietly on the bench where Paul had left her. 
Paul placed the toys he'd gathered on the floor in front of the bench, "Do you 
know what any of these are used for?" he asked her.

The child shook her head. 

"That's okay, I can teach you how to use them. But you've got to take your 
clothes off first."

"Why?" asked the child.

Paul laughed, "I'll show you, come on take them all off."

The child shrugged, and began to unbutton the front of her dress, Paul guessed 
that she was just too young to feel much sense of embarrassment being naked in 
front of a strange man. She climbed off the bench and pulled the dress over her 
head, under the dress she wore a thin petticoat. Hanna held the dress in her 
hand and looked around for somewhere to put it.

"Just dump it on the floor," he said.

"But mummy will be mad I get it dirty again,"

Paul couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry pet, you won't be told off just dump 
it in the corner."

The child did as she was told. She then kicked off her small shoes and peeled 
off her small white cotton socks. Then she took her petticoat and pulled it over 
her head, She stood there only in her tiny knickers. Paul stared at her for 
several seconds just looking at the child's perfectly flat chest marred only by 
the small nipples. They were so small and perfect. Just the thought of clamping 
them and piercing them was enough to give Paul an erection so hard it hurt. 
"Come on now pet, your knickers as well,"

The child fingered the band around her knickers and finally pulled them down and 
stepped out of them, she kept her hands at her sides and smiled at Paul. Paul 
smiled back.

"Come here love," he said. 

The child walked to Paul, who began to run his hands over her baby body. She was 
so smooth and so soft. He ran his hand down to her cunt and inserted his index 
finger until he hit her hymen, she was TIGHT! "How does this feel,"

"Dunno," murmured the girl shifting in discomfort. 

Paul pulled his finger out and sucked on it. She tasted immaculate. He placed 
his arms on her waist and lifted her onto the bench, with her legs dangling over 
the edge.

"Now pet I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can," he said.

The child parted her legs and spread them until her thighs were on the table. 
Her tiny snatch was perfect so small, and smooth, there wasn't a hair in sight. 
Using the straps secured to the table, Paul tied her legs apart, making sure she 
couldn't move them he told her to lay down.

The girl did as she was told and Paul took her arms and pulled them as far 
across the table as he could stretch her without hurting her too much. He then 
tied them down effectively stopping her from moving but leaving the canvas of he 
body free for him to practice his art. "Are you comfortable?" asked Paul.

The child shook her head.

"Don't worry," said Paul, "It'll all be over soon," He bent down and picked up 
the cat. "Do you know what this is?"

The girl shook her head, "No," she said.

"Well let me tell you, this is what we call a Cat, and it's to hit little girls 
with like this," with that he swung a viscous lash across her flat chest.

The child screamed. Paul reached up and covered her mouth as he inspected her 
chest. The metal studs left dark red marks that trailed off into lighter ones of 
the tails.  Paul uncovered the girl's mouth and she started screaming again and 
began to struggle at the bonds. Her struggles were nice but her fucking 
screaming was beginning to give Paul a headache. He walked over to where she had 
piled her clothes and tore a strip from her dress. Then taking her small 
knickers he stood over her. Paul waited for Hanna to open her mouth to scream 
again and he shoved the knickers down the back of her throat.

The child choked, but Paul tied the strip around her mouth before she could spit 
her knickers out again.

Paul went back to his toys and picked up the nipple clamps, he continued to 
tutor the girl on the use of his sex-toys. "Now these are nipple clamps. These 
are really nasty, they go on your little nipples."

He leant over the girl and kissed her on her chest. Moving to the right he took 
a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tiny bud of flesh to try and get it to 
go hard, without much success. After a while he gave up and loosened one of the 
clamps, pulling her nipple between the sharp teeth, he began to close it slowly. 
It took only a couple of turns of the bolt to get the child moaning as the teeth 
bit softly into her sensitive flesh. Paul continued to turn the bolt, the girl 
began to moan loudly into the gag. As her nipple was crushed in the clamp the 
child muffled screams became more and more desperate.

Paul finally gave up on the nipple when the clamp had crushed her nipple to 
millimetres, the jagged teeth had pierced her flesh and a thin trail of blood, 
ran down her chest,

Paul grinned at the girl and repeated the process with the second nipple.

Standing back to admire his work Paul was pleased. The girl jerked involuntary 
with the pain, which only caused her more pain, which caused her to jerk again. 
The nipple clams were a nasty piece of work. Paul began to stroke the child's 
smooth cunt; he knelt down in front of the table and pushed his tongue into her. 
Slowly he began to lick her out. The taste of a child was far more satisfying 
than the taste of a woman or even that of a teenager. 

Hanna gasped as licked at her pussy. Searching out her underdeveloped clit. It 
had to be there somewhere. The girl gasped again as he licked over the tiny hard 
knot. It certainly gave the child pleasure. He began to ferociously lick at it. 
It took a while, but finally Paul got the child to cum. As her body began to 
vibrate with waves of pleasure followed by pain Paul could only laugh, the poor 
kid didn't know what was going on, she could have no comprehension of why it 
felt so damn good.

He placed his head on her stomach to feel the spasms of pain course through her 
body. Every jerk every movement was a sign the child was in excruciating pain. 

Paul stayed there for several minutes before standing up and picking the whip up 
again. The girl began screaming again. Paul lifted the whip above his head and 
the girl pissed herself in fear. Paul laughed as the steaming yellow stream hit 
the cement floor. "Oh boy you are going to pay for that," he laughed.

 He stoked the whip slowly across her stomach, and then landed a hard blow. He 
stuck her again and again. The tortured screams were like angles to Paul, 
tortured angles but angles nevertheless. He whipped her stomach a dozen times 
before he began to move the whip up her body a fraction at a time leaving nasty 
red welts in its wake.

The tiny body bucked and spasmed under the cruel blows, and Paul began to whip 
her on her clamped tits. This had a pleasing effect as the child went 
hysterical. He stopped whipping her but she just kept screaming and struggling. 

It was several minutes before the child calmed down she stared at Paul with 
terrified teary eyes waiting to see what the man would do next. Paul put the 
whip down and picked up the pot of pins. Opening the lid he said, "Now I'm going 
to push these through your tits and pussy. Because you don't have much tit its 
going to have to be through any part that isn't clamped.

The child began to scream again but Paul was too impatient to wait for her to 
stop, he took out one of the pins and examined her tits. Pulling on the left 
clamp he stretched it enough to that he could get some pins in. He wasted no 
time in pushing the first one through then pulled the clamp on her right nipple 
to push one through that. 

The child was helpless to stop her torment, and just settled into a long 
continuous scream into her gag.

After piercing each tit five times, Paul moved onto the girl's cunt. He ran his 
fingers over the smooth flesh and then took hold of the right lip, he pressed 
the point of a pin against her skin and registered her every jerk and cry as he 
pushed it through. He repeated this process with the other lip and then another 
five times to both of the child's pussy lips. 

Once finished he waited for her to calm down which took a long time and he spoke 
to her again in a soft reassuring tone, "Now I'm going to whip your pussy, then 
I can take the pins out because I don't want to prick myself while I'm fucking 
you now do I?"

The girl moaned into her gag.

Paul picked up the whip and stoked it across her pussy, rising it above his head 
he began to whip her small pussy. After about ten lashes or so the girl stopped 
moving.

Paul put down the whip and took out her gag. He placed his ear at her mouth. She 
wasn't breathing. He quickly took her pulse, it was pretty weak, he slapped her 
hard to start her breathing again, just sat to watch her recover.

She was a marvellous sight; the sweat drenched little girl. Her body was red 
with the welts from the beating and blood trickled from her nipples and pussy. 
But he liked his toys a little more lively so he waited.

Paul watched the girl begin to come round and then begin to moan and sob as the 
pain set back in. The child's sobs were enough to bring Paul back to erection. 

Paul walked to where her head rested on the bench. Putting his face near hers, 
he stroked her golden hair gently and said, "Now pet you know what kind of 
things happen if you are a naughty girl. Now I'm going to put something in your 
mouth, and I want you to suck on it. Don't bite just suck." 

Finally Paul undid the zip on his trousers and let his cock free. Although not 
massive his cock was larger than average and quite thick, "Have you seen one of 
these before?" he asked.

The girl shook her head. 

"Do you know what it is?"

"It's your willy," the girl whispered.

"Very good but you are not allowed to call it that you've got to call it cock. 
Now say I want to suck your cock."

The girl mumbled the sentence. Paul slapped her roughly across the face, "Louder 
cunt."

"I want to suck your cock." The kid said.

Paul couldn't help but grin, "Now open your mouth."

So terrified of being punished again the girl did as she was instructed. Paul 
moved forwards and shoved the fat head into her mouth. It barely fit but the 
girl although with obvious distaste began to suck on it obediently. "Use your 
tongue as well. That's right."

Paul was in heaven; the tongue and mouth of the little bitch worked miracles. 
Slowly he began to thrust in and out each time going further down her throat. 
Each time getting harder and faster. It wasn't long before the girl choked and 
tired to pull herself from his gland, but Paul gabbed the back of her head and 
thrust the as much of his cock down the tiny throat as possible, which was less 
than half. He kept it there for several seconds letting her throat do all the 
work as it contacted as she choked on him.

Finally he pulled it from her throat and allowed her a single breath before 
thrusting it back in. He began to brutally rape the child's throat. She couldn't 
even scream while he thrust in and out of her. 

It was several minutes until he stopped taking his cock from her mouth he let 
her go. The child gasped and coughed for air, and Paul giggled.

"Now for your cunt and ass," he said. 

He walked around in front of the child and slowly pulled out he pins one at a 
time, the child moaned having the energy to do little else. Paul inserted his 
middle finger until he pressed against her hymen, "You are tight even around my 
finger," he exclaimed, "This is really going to hurt you, but your pretty lucky; 
much looser and I'd try and fuck you dry."

Of course the child didn't have a clue what he was going on about, but that 
didn't bother Paul, the idea excited him, that he could tell her exactly what he 
was going to do but not have her realise it until he did it.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a tube of KY jelly and inserted the 
nozzle into Hanna's cunt, he squeezed out a large amount and used his fingers to 
work it around. Next he applied a large amount to his cock, once he was 
satisfied; Paul began to run the fat head of his cock up and down her slit. "Now 
I want you to beg me to fuck you,"

The girl stayed silent.

"You start begging or we get the whip out again,"

That got the child started, "P-Please sir, fuck me, I need you to fuck me 
please," not much of an imagination but then she was only six.

On that note, Paul began to push in to her cunt. It was VERY tight and it took 
Paul a while just to get to her hymen. The girl started to moan as her tiny cunt 
was stretched further than it was meant to go. "Now this is going to hurt a 
little," he said and straight away drove through her hymen. The girl gasped, but 
the pain of the fucking was nothing to what she had felt up until now.

Paul pushed as much of his cock inside her as he could manage, which was more 
than half and then began to fuck her, slowly at first but he built up speed 
quickly. Paul fucked her for several minutes until her pained gasps turned into 
low moans, that was the sign to up the stakes. Pulling his cock out he picked up 
the dildo from the floor. Reinserting himself he continued fucking. Once back 
into a steady rhythm, he reached under between her ass cheeks and probed around 
with his finger until he found the tiny tight hole. He pushed his finger inside 
and was delighted with her pained moans. 

Paul took his finger out and replaced it with the dildo, pushing the polished 
toy inside her dry. Hanna moaned loudly, and her vaginal muscles contracted with 
the pain in her ass. It was magnificent. 

Paul kept this up for several minutes before he felt himself coming near the 
edge. Pushing the dildo as far as it would go Paul withdrew his cock from the 
child. Leaving the dildo in place he moved around the table and pushed his cock 
into her open mouth.

This girl was learning fast and began to suck on it albeit weakly. Paul just 
left her to it. It wasn't long before she brought Paul over the edge and he 
exploded in her mouth. Paul gripped the back of her head to stop her pulling off 
with shock, "Swallow it all,"

Terrified of more pain the girl gulped it down with an obvious look of disgust 
on her face. 

Finally his cock deflated and Paul took it from her mouth and wiped the last few 
drops of cum onto her chin. "Damn me, you fucking child whore," he said, "You're 
the best fuck I've ever had."

Hanna just sobbed.


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