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Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Psychopath And His Toys, chapter 12  (Mgg/pedo/rape/extreme torture/mutilation)
Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 23:10:08 -0500
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A Psychopath And His Toys 

Chapter 12

by Alocer Loki 2002

Story codes Mgg/pedo/rape/extreme torture/mutilation

Disclaimer

The following story is NOT to everyone's tastes and WILL contain some quite 
graphic descriptions of girls, and more specifically, children in extreme sexual 
situations. These may include but are not limited to rape, extreme sexual 
torture, and mutilation.  If these subjects offend you at all, don't read the 
fucking thing.  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 pre-teens.  If not what the 
fuck are you doing reading this?  If you wish to contact me, I can be contacted 
directly on Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com  All comments are welcome although flames will 
be deleted.  Thanks and enjoy the story

Authors Note: I'd just like to once more say thank you to my good friend John 
Kirk for his time spent editing this story. 

Chapter 12

Locked in each others arms, the two girls huddled in the rear of the cage, 
trembling with fear and pain.  The silence was frightening. Only Hanna's quiet 
sobs and the constant drone of the extractor fan disturbed the silence of the 
plain, padded room.  Hanna's head dropped against her sister's shoulder as the 
child finally succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep.  Beth, however, 
showed no sign of getting tired.  The dark-haired nine-year-old girl just sat 
there staring endlessly into space.

Paul wasn't bothered about Beth's state.  Anne had given the little slut child 
something so the shock wouldn't kill her.  He yawned and turned off the cameras.  
He really had to get his mind back on work.  It was just that the thought of two 
preteen fuck toys locked in his cellar was far too appealing to ignore.  Paul 
stood up and stretched.  He glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer 
monitor.  It was nearly three in the morning.  Paul shook his head. He was 
exhausted but still buzzing with the exhilaration of killing Alice earlier that 
evening.  Now he felt almost sorry that he had let Anne take Becky back with 
her.

Becky hadn't taken well to the murder.  Not well at all.  It was the first time 
she had witnessed one.  She'd get used to it in time and,  even if she didn't, 
it was really of no consequence to Paul.  It was nice to have the pretty teen 
around and she would eventually replace Anne.

Paul turned back to the computer and switched the cameras on again to take a 
look at the little cunts in their cage.  Beth had lain Hanna down at the rear of 
the cage and was stroking the tiny preteen's blond hair, taking up the position 
left by the eldest girl's untimely demise.

Hanna's tiny scarred body was fun to abuse but as time went on she was becoming 
more and more used-looking.  Her six-year-old body was littered with deep, nasty 
cuts and scars and, despite Anne's best efforts, she was quickly out-living her 
usefulness.

Beth, on the other hand, was still relatively well off.  The nine year old had 
been spared most of the brutal use endured by both of her sisters.  He watched 
as the little girl shifted to the front of the cage to stare out through the 
bars.  She was trying to pry away at the chicken wire.  Alice might very well 
have been able to get the cage open.  It only required lifting the latches in 
the two corners.  Beth had little chance of escape even if she open the cage 
since the cell's iron door would not budge for anyone.  Still, one had to admire 
this little cunt's spirit.

The child deserved to be punished for trying to escape.  As Paul watched her 
long slender fingers poke through the wire, a smirk crossed his lips.  He had 
promised her that he was going to cut them off and he always lived up to such 
promises.  He stroked his rigid cock whilst speculating about what he could do 
to this little girl.  Thinking about it was sometimes more fun than actually 
doing it.  Switching off the computer he headed, with a yawn, towards the 
cellar, his head flooded with brutal and nasty tortures that he needed this 
little cunt to suffer.  

Paul opened the cellar, stepped in, locked the door behind him and headed down 
to the holding cell.  He slotted the key in the lock and pushed open the door 
just fast enough to see Beth scramble back to the rear of the cage.   "Are you 
being a bad girl?" he tutted.

"No Sir," said Beth.  Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.  

"I think you're trying to break my cage.  Trying to run away from me."  

Tears started to form in Beth's dark little eyes.  "Oh please Sir," she moaned, 
"let us go...pl...please don't kill us."

"YOU Bethy," shouted Paul.  "I'm here to hurt YOU.  Hanna is a good little 
whore.  I have to kill you, JUST YOU."  

"Oh no PLEASE," sobbed Beth.

"Don't kill Beth, please Sir," moaned Hanna sitting up and rubbing the sleep 
from her eyes.  

Paul smiled at the tiny child with the white bandages and patches wrapped around 
and stuck to her small body, hiding the unsightly scars and burns.  "It's okay 
honey," he said.  "I'll come back and see you in the morning."  

"Sir," choked Hanna, sobbing.

Paul turned to Beth. "I won't kill you," he said. "I promise... but you need to 
be a good girl for your owner."  

"I-I'll be good... I ...please I promise... don't kill me," sobbed Beth.  

"I will hurt you a lot," said Paul.  "You've been a bad girl. I need to hurt you 
badly for that."  

"Oh, please don't hurt me Sir," cried Beth.  

"Then I'll have to kill you."

"Nooooooo!" cried Beth.  "I want you to ask me to hurt you really bad then," 
said Paul.

"Don't," whined Hanna.  "Go away...I want my Mummy...I want my Daddy." 

Paul smiled at the two preteens.  "Ahh Hanna, pretty fuck slut.  Do you want me 
to burn you again?"   The little cunt's hands automatically clutched at her 
chest and she flinched as she disturbed the burns.   "No Sir," moaned the child.  

"Then shut the fuck up," shouted Paul.

Hanna shrank into the rear of the cage sobbing gently, staring out at her owner.  
Paul turned his attention back to little Beth.  The dark haired nine-year-old 
was shivering.  "Ask me to hurt you," said Paul.

"P...please Sir," started Beth.  "C...can you hurt me b...bad p...please."

Paul opened up the cage.  "Get out, cunt," he said.

Beth shifted towards the front of the cage and, slowly, she crawled out.   Tears 
flowed freely from her eyes but she said nothing.  Paul closed the cage door 
behind the child and held out his hand.  Beth understood and took it.  Turning 
around, he half-dragged half-led Beth through the door and into the hallway.

Paul pulled the child into a room at the far end of the cellar.  A single post 
in the centre of the padded room, from floor to ceiling, was the only object in 
the cell.  Brown specks of old dried blood stained the walls around the whipping 
post.  Beth stared at it in utter terror.  Paul doubted, despite her new-found 
experience, that this child knew exactly how this post would assist in hurting 
her but only that it would be used to inflict pain.  "I want to bugger you 
before I start," said Paul.  "Is that okay with you?"

Beth moved her hands to cover her little arse.  "Oh please don't fuck me," said 
Beth.

Paul frowned.  "You know I own you, cunt.  You are not allowed to decide whether 
I can fuck you or not," he said.  "You always want me to fuck you.  You should 
be begging."

Beth just stared up at the man.

Paul snarled and pulled on her arm, making the child stumble towards him.  She 
let out a small yell.  Paul instantly struck the child across the face with the 
back of his hand, knocking the little girl's head to the side.  Beth screamed 
and her free hand came up to cover her face.  "Beg!" he yelled.

The child stared up at Paul, a thin trail of blood trickling from the corner of 
her mouth and down over her chin, stopping half way down her neck.  "P-please f-
fuck me, Sir.  Pleeasssse," she stammered.

Paul lifted his hand again and delivered a second vicious blow to the side of 
Beth's face, letting go of her arm, and causing the little girl to fall to the 
floor.  Beth curled up and sobbed.  "Never make me tell you twice," said Paul.  
"Now get up and bend over so I can get my cock up your arse."

Beth looked up, her lip split and swollen; a shaky hand wiped away the blood.  
The child stared at the smear of red for a few seconds before she reacted to 
Paul's order.  The child climbed to her feet and turned so that her back was to 
the man.  Then, ever so slowly, she leant forwards until her body was at right 
angles with her legs.  Immediately Paul pulled apart Beth's arse cheeks, smiling 
at the sight of the tiny bruised arsehole.  "I want you to hold your bum cheeks 
open for me."

With a quiet whimper, the child's arms crept behind her to keep her arse cheeks 
spread open.  Paul let go and took a step back to admire the sight.  "Now don't 
move."   The man then left the room, locking the child inside.

Paul had no intention of leaving the child alone for very long, though she 
didn't know that.   He hurried to the storeroom.  Paul wanted this child to 
suffer.  He wasn't satisfied with just hurting her. Paul looked around the items 
stored in his cupboard, unable to decide exactly which ones he wanted to use on 
Beth this evening.

He moved around, gathering items as they took his fancy: a cat-o-nine tails, a 
large plug, a box of three inch long needles, a small pair of shears, a pair of 
pliers, a blow torch, and half a broom handle.  Happy with his selections, Paul 
headed back to the room where he had left his little girl and was pleased to 
find her stood just how he had left her. "Ahh good girl," said Paul stepping up 
behind her.

Paul dropped the collection of items on the floor around him, then spat on his 
finger and started to rub it into the child's arse. "Oh I'm gonna fuck this 
hard," he chuckled.

"Ohhh," moaned Beth.

Paul then pushed his finger deep inside the little girl's backside. "Ow," sobbed 
Beth. "It hurts."

"Really?" asked Paul. "Hurts is good. I like hurts."

"Oh ow, please Sir."

Paul laughed and pulled his finger from the child's arse. "Okay," he said. "I 
know what you really want up there is my cock."

Beth didn't say anything but burst into tears.  Paul couldn't help but laugh as 
he pulled his cock from his trousers to rub it against her arse. "Aww," he said, 
"c'mon, it's not like its anything awful, just a little arse fuck...you wait til 
afterwards 'cause I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

"Please don't," sobbed Beth.

"Hold still fuck-bunny," said Paul.

The man took hold of the child's waist and pushed his cock against the hole.  
Beth let out a loud grunt as her arse stretched around his cock then a sigh as 
the head popped inside.  "See, it isn't so bad."

"It hurts," whined Beth.

Paul grunted and started to fuck the child's arse, quite exhilarated by her 
groans, grunts and pleas of pain.  He fucked the little girl's bum for a good 
many minutes, enjoying each and every twitch.  He'd been cumming so much these 
last few days, however, that it took a long while before he even felt the cum 
begin to rise.  On feeling it, he stopped and pulled his cock from the obviously 
relived little girl.  She stood, still holding her arse cheeks apart.  The 
charming sight of a gaping arsehole now greeted Paul.  "Now fucktoy," he said, 
"I want you to stay like that.  If you move, I'm going to push a big plug up 
your bum.  Do you want a big plug up your bum?"

"N...no Sir."

"So how do you stop that?"

"I...I don't move, Sir."

"That's a good girl.  Now, this is gonna hurt."

Paul retrieved the cat-o-nine tails from the floor and fingered the short metal 
stud on the end of one of the metal tails, licking his lips. "Really hurt."

He took a step back and watched as the child trembled before him. Her little 
body squirmed merely at the prospect of the beating she was going to receive.  
Paul was curious to see just how many strokes this little girl could take 
without moving.  He lifted his arm and let the cat rip down against the child's 
splayed arse cheeks.  The little girl screeched.  Her legs moved, making her 
take several steps forwards, but she stayed in position so Paul wasn't too 
bothered about that.

But the second blow caused Beth to scream her little lungs out.  Her legs 
buckled beneath her, sending the little child crashing to the floor.  "Oh 
please," spat Paul.  "You didn't even try."

With that he kicked the little girl, striking the crying child in the ribs. Beth 
barked and curled up tight.  Paul reached down and took her by the waist.  
"NOOOO!" screamed Beth.  "Go away... leave me alone."

"Sorry fuck-toy," said Paul.  "You're gonna get it now."

Paul heaved the child across to the whipping post and, with practised ease, he 
chained Beth to it so that she was stood facing Paul.  Her hands were held over 
her head by the cuffs.  As soon as he let go, the child squirmed away, 
attempting to hide herself on the other side of the post.

Paul didn't really care what she tried.  None of it would help her very much 
anyway.  Retrieving the plug from the floor, he showed it to Beth. "Now, 
fuckbunny, do you think we can get this up your bum without too much hassle from 
you, or do I have to push pins into your titties?"

"No," sobbed Beth.

Paul leant over, picked up the box of pins and took one from it.  He had every 
intention of filling this child's whole body with these pins but she didn't need 
to know that yet.  As he approached Beth, she squealed and tried to move around 
the post away from Paul.  She soon ran out of slack and was halted.  Paul 
grinned and stabbed the needle into the child's exposed chest.  Beth screamed in 
pain.  "Now be a good slut and stick your bum out so that I can push the plug 
into it," said Paul.  "Or we can use more pins if you like."

Slowly the  crying child unwound herself from the whipping post just enough that 
she could poke her arse out towards Paul.  "Now, that's a good fucktoy," he 
said.

The sobs intensified as Paul pushed the plug against the child's arsehole.  She 
began to squirm, shaking her gorgeous fat bum for him.  Paul pulled the plug 
away and slapped her arse, receiving a small yelp in return.  "Keep shaking it," 
he said, and slapped it again.

"O...ohh..." sobbed Beth.

The child began to wriggle in earnest, shaking her fat bum for Paul. The man 
watched the beautiful globes of flesh shake around for several moments before he 
nestled the plug back between her arse cheeks, resting it against her arsehole.  
"You can stop shaking it now," he said.

Beth froze.  The sobbing child began to tremble.  Anyone would have thought that 
she'd never done this before.  Paul grinned at the thought and started to force 
the plug inside.  It was large, even for an adult, but Paul was quite sure that 
he could get it into this child's arse.  Beth screamed as her arsehole was 
stretched out around the plug and she began to squirm again, so much so that 
Paul was forced to use one hand to keep her still, while the other pushed the 
plug into the tiny child.

When the plug finally popped inside the little girl, and Paul released his grip 
on her, Beth slumped against the post, taking in quick shallow breaths.  Paul 
once again retrieved the box of pins and emptied a few out into his hand.  
"Right, fuck queen," said Paul.

Beth's eyes locked onto Paul's hand and she shook her head. "No you said..."

"I said nothing of the sort."

Paul approached the nine-year-old girl.  Beth moaned and again tried to get away 
by moving around the post but only succeeded in exposing her chest, with it's 
pink and damaged nipples.  The man pushed his body against that of the child's, 
preventing her from moving back around the post.  He took one of the pins and 
thrust it into Beth's other nipple.  The child screamed again.  Paul wasted no 
time in inserting a third pin.  Beth desperately pulled at the cuffs trying, 
hopelessly, to pull herself further around the post and away from Paul and his 
wicked pins.

Paul, on the other hand, was having great fun watching the blood begin to seep 
from around the pins.  The man amused himself filling both child nipples with 
them.  The way Beth reacted to them pleased Paul no end.

All good things come to an end though and, when Paul had inserted half a dozen 
pins into each of Beth's little nipples, he found himself running out.  As 
appealing as it was to get the box and continue filling her young body with 
sharp pointy objects, Paul was eager to try something else.   So, instead, he 
retrieved the cat.  "No!" Beth begged. "Please stop it."

"No," said Paul.

Positioning himself away from the child, Paul lashed out striking the small girl 
over her pierced nipples.  The shrill scream tickled Paul's ears and, with a 
chuckle, he pulled his arm back to deliver a second blow across her young 
thighs.

Paul hit Beth one last time with the cat, lashing the whip over her small cute 
face and leaving a dark red welt just below her left eye. Paul laughed and 
dropped the whip.  "Oh Bethy, I can't decide what to do first," he said.  "Cut 
bits off you or beat the living shit out of you.  What do you think?"

"NO!"

"Oh a fat lot of help you are," muttered Paul.  "I think I might start by 
cutting bits off you.  I promised you three fingers, or was it four?"

"Please don't."

"Four...thought so," said Paul, and he leant over to collect the shears.  "What 
chance have you got of staying conscious through this?"

"No don't...please stop," sobbed Beth in reply.

"No I didn't think so," he muttered. "I won't be a sec."

The man left the room only to return a few minutes later carrying the bottle of 
stimulant pills.  "You've got to pop a couple of these, honey," he said.

"No," sobbed Beth.  "Don't kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you, honey," said Paul.  "Just cut your fingers off."

Paul emptied two of the tablets onto his hand and held them up to Beth's mouth.   
"Now swallow them," he commanded.

Beth's eyes flickered up to make contact with Paul's.  The small child whimpered 
for a few seconds before opening her mouth to allow Paul to place the pills onto 
her tongue.  The child closed her mouth and swallowed.  It would take a few 
minutes for the pills to kick in but he was feeling impatient.   Taking the 
shears, he forced one of Beth's fingers in between the blades.   The child 
screamed and tried to move away, flexing her fingers in an attempt to save them.

Paul slowly closed the shears over the knuckle of Beth's index finger. The 
little girl's vocal cords exerted themselves even more.  The scream was nearly 
deafening.  Paul put pressure onto the shears. There was resistance for a few 
moments then they snapped shut with a sickening crack.  The finger dropped to 
the floor by Beth's feet.

The child stopped screaming and just stared into space, hyperventilating.  Her 
entire body shook and blood began to pour down her arms.  Paul laughed to 
himself and picked up the blowtorch and pliers.  He lit the torch and held the 
pliers under the flame for several moments, watching the dull metal turn an 
equally dull red.  Then, hurriedly, he moved over to Beth and placed the redhot 
metal against her severed finger.  Her body shook and her mouth opened but no 
sound emerged.

Paul held up Beth's head to peer into her almost black eyes.  She looked distant 
and her eyes were glazed.  Paul was pretty sure that she wouldn't survive many 
more of her fingers being severed.   Fun as mutilation could be, he knew when to 
stop.   He didn't want the little cunt to die so soon.  Paul sighed and dropped 
the shears onto the floor.  Beth fell forwards, fainting despite the stimulants.  
Paul was still frustrated, still needed to hurt this cunt.  Time to use 
something to wake the little whore up.

Paul went out to a storage cupboard to collect a large black box and, with a 
grunt, he lifted it, trailing four black leads ending in nasty large clips.  
Paul shifted around and, being careful not to stand on any of the leads, carried 
it back to Beth.

He sat the box down next to the wall and plugged it into the socket, spun the 
dial around to the lowest voltage, then, taking the leads he pulled them over to 
Beth.  He clipped one on each nipple, one on the little girl's clitoris, and 
pushed the last inside the kiddie's cunt.  Paul moved back to the box and 
pressed down the button on top of it. There was a second for the circuit break 
to saturate, then the child bucked.

Beth's eyes opened wide, she screamed, and her body began to convulse. She shook 
violently for several moments before the switch automatically cut off the power 
flow.  Beth hung forward, though only for a few seconds, before the circuit 
activated again. This box was of very crude design but it did it's job 
effectively and, on it's lowest power setting, whilst, incredibly painful, 
incapable of killing even a child.

Paul watched as the circuit made and broke itself several times, each time 
filling the child with an agonising electrical burst, before he pressed the 
button again shutting the box off.  Beth collapsed, breathing heavily and 
smeared with sweat, but at least she was awake.

"You've been a very bad girl," Paul sneered.  "Don't you fucking well ever pass 
out on me again."

Beth opened her mouth as if to say something but all that passed her lips was an 
incomprehensible moan.  Saliva and blood dribbled down her chin.   She had 
bitten herself during her fight with the mains.  Paul grinned at her and leant 
over to pick up the shears from the floor.

"N...n..." the child managed to stammer.

Paul smiled at her. "Oh yes," he said, "but don't worry, I'm not going to cut 
off any fingers."

"N...n...no!" Beth cried.

"We've already established this," muttered Paul. "Not your fingers."

"P...p...p" Beth attempted.

Paul moved over to the trembling girl, took the clip off of her left nipple, and 
pressed the sweet nubbin between his fingers.  Beth didn't have the energy to 
stand on her own two feet let alone try and stop him from playing with her.  He 
fiddled with the nipple, pulling out all of the pins as he worked on the little 
bud, trying without much success to bring it up hard.  After five minutes he 
gave up.  "Oh fuck it," he muttered.  "It's got to come off anyway."

"Please! N...NOOOO!" said Beth with pitiful determination.

Paul laughed and opened the shears.  He had lied to the child.  He didn't 
actually want to cut the nipple off, just cut it in half.  He placed the damaged 
teat into the jaws of the shears and cut, slicing the child's nipple straight 
through the centre.  Acting quickly, he turned the shears on their side and 
sliced through her nipple again, effectively quartering it, though still leaving 
it attached to the exhausted preteen.

Within a fraction of a second, the wound filled with dark red blood which 
spilled out over her chest.  Paul quickly pulled the clip off the other nipple 
and yanked the pins out so that he could repeat the process of cleaving it in 
four.

Paul took a step back to watch the blood flooding down the child's front and 
drip from her toes.  It really was quite attractive. However, as much of a turn 
on it was to see, Paul had no wish for the child to die yet.  So, working 
quickly, he picked up the pliers and the blow torch and, once again, applied the 
heat to the jaws until the dark metal radiated with a dull red glow.

Paul opened the pliers and closed them down over the nine-year-old girl's ruined 
left nipple.  The child once more screamed, flailed about and fainted.  Her 
tormentor laughed as he reheated the pliers and closed them over the other 
nipple, sealing it back together as one, ruined piece of flesh.

Paul stepped back, and looked down at the unconscious childwhore. 'She doesn't 
listen does she?', he thought.  With another sigh, he picked up the crocodile 
clips from the floor and reattached them to what were once the child's nipples.  
He moved back to his box and turned up the voltage level, then pressed the 
button.  Her body stiffened and shook for a second before her eyes snapped back 
open and she tried to scream, though her ruined throat let out little more than 
a choked gasp.

With little Beth awake, Paul switched off his electrical torture device and 
approached the child.  Without even talking to his ruined little cuntgirl, Paul 
reached down to pull her legs apart.  By now she was  being held up solely by 
the chains attached to her wrists.  This meant that Paul had to hold her legs 
apart for the few moments it took to pull the clips from her clit and her 
vagina, and push his cock into the tiny whore's babycunt.  The man pushed in 
hard, forcing his cock straight into the tiny womb.

While Paul brutally fucked the child with all the power he could muster, all 
Beth could do was moan incoherently, cry, and grunt with the pain.  Nonetheless, 
she was still a great fuck and soon Paul found himself pumping his thick sperm 
into her preteen uterus.

Sighing with release, he pulled out, letting the child slump forward. She was 
breathing heavily and her body was covered with sweat and blood, her hair soaked 
in it.  She still looked quite a sight, despite her ruined chest.   "I'm afraid 
I have to punish you for passing out on me again."

The child was definitely awake but gave no sign of acknowledgement that she even 
heard Paul.  Not that he could really give a damn whether she heard him or not.  
Paul moved to the side of the room and picked up the 'half broom handle' that he 
had left there.  He turned back to Beth and grinned at the poor little slut 
hanging there.  Then, taking the handle in both hands, he pulled back over his 
powerful shoulder and swung forwards.

The thick wooden handle struck against the child's ribs with a sickening crack.  
Paul laughed and pulled back again to strike against the little slut's stomach.  
Then across her thighs, and once more hitting her stomach, before finally 
hitting her shins, again generating a sickening snapping sound from the child's 
bones.  The poor little whore was once again unconscious and thus didn't scream 
as she was brutally beaten.

Paul found himself rather disappointed by this.  This whore would pay dearly for 
her constant disobedience.  Paul laughed to himself as he reattached the clips 
to Beth's ruined cunt.  He moved back to the box and once again turned up the 
voltage, just a little, then pressed the on button.

There was a few seconds' pause while the switch activated.  Then the child woke 
up screaming as the current racked her small body. Paul waited for the the box 
to run though it's cycle.  When it finally switched off, he turned down the 
voltage.  "Good night Bethy.  See you in the morning," he said.  The device 
would keep her ticking over in agony with no real chance of killing her, which 
was what was wanted.

He walked from the room just as Beth started to scream again.   He yawned.  "Oh 
well," he muttered.  It was time to collect Hanna and take it to bed.

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