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Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Psychopath and His Toys, Chapter 2 (M/fg, teen, pedo,  rape, tort)
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A Psychopath and His Toys, Chapter 2
Alocer Loki 2001
The Story codes are: (M/fg, teen, 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


Paul yawned and stretched, and then started to clean up the blood. There was a 
lot of blood. He mopped it up with the child's torn dress, its not like she was 
going to need it anymore. As he worked Paul listened to the sweet music of the 
child's moans and sobs. Then they stopped.

Paul frowned. She was a small girl; maybe he'd killed her with the fucking. He 
looked up at the still child, the faint rise and fall of her chest told him she 
was still alive but he took her pulse to make sure. It was very weak, Paul 
sighed, he'd have Anne take a look at her in the morning. Paul carried on 
mopping up the blood from his body and the girl. 

Once finished Paul carried the unconscious child back to the 'holding room'. He 
walked in and put his foot right into the puddle of piss that had formed in 
front of the door, it was times like this when he wished the floors weren't 
waterproof. As soon as Alice saw her tortured sibling she screamed, "What the 
fuck have you done to her you bastard,"

"She was a naughty girl and was punished," said Paul, "When she wakes up she'll 
tell you." He chuckled to himself as he gently laid her on the floor.

"You fucking asshole, she's only six."

"Is she dead?" asked Beth speaking for the first time since her mother's murder.

"No she's just tired," said Paul. He then pointed to Alice, "You, you fucking 
piss drinking slut, have got to learn to hold your fucking tongue. I think you 
might be a little too much trouble, like your fucking whore mother. What do you 
think will you be a good little piss drinking slut or should I just kill you 
now, and save me the trouble?"

The girl stared at Paul terror etched on her face.

"Well?"

Alice lowered her head and her shoulders began to shake she sobbed loudly, "I'm 
s-sorry," she murmured between sobs, "I'll be g-good."

"Right," said Paul, "Ten tell me, who pissed on my floor? And before you answer 
me remember I have cameras in this room and I will find out who did it. If you 
lie to me, I'm going to have to put you through some serious behaviour fixes. 
Just look at poor little Hanna, what I'll do to you will be ten times worse."

There was a stunned silence for several seconds. When someone did speak it was 
Beth; "Me and Alice did it."

Paul smiled, he turned to Alice, "Is this right?" he asked.

The teenager started to cry again, though probably of embarrassment this time, 
"We really needed to go," she said.

"You should have gone before we left yesterday," actually they had but that had 
been more than a day ago. "I'm going to have to punish you both for this, and 
you my young Alice slut, I'm going to punish twice to try and teach you to keep 
your fucking mouth shut until your fucking spoken to."

The teen opened her mouth to speak but closed it again realising it would only 
make matters worse for her.

Paul left the room only to return a minute later carrying two sets of leather 
cuffs two short lengths of rope, and a leather cord about four foot in length, 
half an inch wide and half an inch thick. We walked over to the door of the cage 
and unlocked it. "Now," he said, "You have a choice. You can do exactly what you 
are told and make no trouble, and I will whip you, or you can make trouble and 
I'll beat the shit out of you, rip your clothes off beat the shit out of you 
again hang you up beat the shit out of you again then I'll start your whipping," 
Paul took in a long breath and waited for their answer.

The girls quietly got out of the cage and stood facing their captor. "Well," 
said Paul.

Alice looked at Beth and then said, "W-we will do what you a-ask sir."

Paul smiled; his cock was back to attention pressing against his jeans. "I want 
both of you topless now," he said.

The girls looked at each other and stood motionless for several moments. Alice 
was the first to move taking off her blazer she dumped it at her feet and began 
to unbutton her blouse. With her sister moving Beth followed. She wore nothing 
under her blouse; she just shoved her hand into her pockets and shifted from 
foot to foot. Her belly was perfectly flat and her tits were just nubs on her 
chest. 

Alice had a crop-top on under her shirt she looked up at Paul but he just stood 
there staring at her, tiny tits. Slowly Alice pulled the top over her head. 
Instinctively she covered her tits but when she dropped the top on the floor she 
dropped her hands to her stomach and then to her sides. 

Paul moved over to the teenager and touched the nape of her neck. The girl 
flinched at his touch. Her whole body stiffened. That excited Paul even more. 
Slowly he moved his hand down her shuddering body, and took her left breast in 
his hand. 

He stoked and caressed it gently and took the nipple in his fingers. He rolled 
it around a few times and then getting a good grip he twisted it savagely. Alice 
cried out, and her hand went to her tit. Paul let her pull on his hand but kept 
the grip on her nipple tight, thus the teen only caused herself more pain.

"Put your hands down." He told her.

"Please let go your hurting me," she pleaded.

"Put your hands down,"

It took Alice some effort to out her arms back to her sides, while Paul twisted 
and pulled on her nipple causing her to wince and wine with pain. "See," he 
said, "You can do what you are told. Now lets see if you can keep them there 
while I do your other tit."

Paul let go of her nipple and Alice clenched her fists determined not to move, 
despite this she still flinched when Paul began to caress her right tit.

He squeezed and played with it for a minute before taking the nipple between his 
fingers. Her whole body tensed in anticipation. Not wanting to disappoint the 
girl Paul twisted. 

The girl gasped and let out a grunt of pain. Tears filled her eyes and her hands 
came up but with visible effort were put back down before touching either Paul 
or her tits. Paul released her nipple and smiled at her, "Now that's a good 
girl," he told her, "You could be good at this if you could only learn not to 
speak unless spoken to."

Paul leant forwards and planted his lips on hers, his tongue probed her at her 
mouth but the teenager kept it shut. Paul knew a way to make her respond. He 
pulled her close pressing her tiny tits into his chest. He ran his hands up her 
smooth back until they touched her hair. Then with both hands he gave it a sharp 
tug. The girl cried out, but as she opened her mouth Paul shoved his tongue in. 
Alice tried to pull away but Paul got hold of her head and kept it pressed 
against his face while he explored her mouth with his tongue. 

Paul kept her there until he got board of it and withdrew leaving a string of 
spit hanging between their mouths. Wiping the slaver from his chin he ordered, 
"Off with the rest of your clothes, be good and don't cover up."

There was no choice other than to do what he wanted. To comply meant pain but to 
fight meant more pain, and the two girls were just too tired and hungry to 
fight. They quickly stripped off the last of their clothes and stood there with 
their hands at their sides, both girls blushed bright red as Paul inspected 
them. Beth looked a lot like Hanna only taller and with less baby fat. Not a 
single hair was present on her pussy.

Alice on the other hand although not much of a figure had the widening hips on a 
girl going through changes, and a short blond mat of hair on her pussy. That 
would have to go, but that would come later. "Alice I want you to fix up Hanna," 
Paul said, "Take off the nipple clamps and pull the pins out. Beth you come 
here."

Without a word Beth walked to Paul. The man ran his fingers down her stomach 
than through her child slit and finally inside her stopping when he ran into her 
hymen. The child barely registered the intrusion other than to shift from foot 
to foot. 

Hanna however was crying again as the blood returned to her tortured nipples.

Paul pulled his finger out and ran it through her pussy searching out the little 
girl's clit. Once found he began to stoke it gently. That got a response, the 
child moaned with pleasure and instinctively, moved her hips back and forth. 
Paul took his finger from her cunt and pulled the girl close and began to run 
his hands all over the child's body. He pressed his mouth to hers and pressed 
his tongue against her lips. Having witnessed what he had done to her sister, 
Beth needed no forcing she opened her lips and let Paul french her.

Paul broke off when Hanna fell silent again. Alice held her baby sister's head 
in her lap and was stroking her hair. "Up you get," he told her.

Alice gently placed her sister's head back on the ground and stood up.

Paul retrieved the cuffs and handed a pair to each of the two girls, "Put them 
on and make them tight. Trust me you don't want them loose when I use them to 
hang you from the ceiling."

With out a sound the girls strapped the cuffs on. Once they were done Paul went 
to Beth and said, "I'm going to lift you up now I want you to put the chain of 
the cuffs into that hook." He pointed at a large hook bolted to the ceiling. 
There were three such hooks each specked three foot apart, "Is that okay,"

"Yes sir," she said.

Paul put both hands on her waist and lifted her effortlessly. The child hung the 
chain over the hook, and Paul let her down. Slowly her arms took the weight of 
her body. Finally Paul let her go and the girl hung by her wrists, that would 
seriously start hurting soon. Her feet hung almost two feet off the floor. Next 
he went to Alice and placed his hands on her waist and lifted her as if she were 
a doll.

With them both hung up and helpless Paul used the rope to tie their feet 
together to make sure they couldn't kick him. He bent over and picked up the 
leather cord and doubled it over. He approached Beth and stroked her across the 
back. After a second he hit her as hard as he could. The child let out a high 
pitched scream and her legs swung trying to get her away from the pain. Paul hit 
her again. "Ahhhh!" she screamed.

Paul hit her again.

"God," screamed the child, "Please stop," 

He hit her again.

"Please I'll be good I promise."

Five.

"Ahhhh, PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY," the girl cried. 

"For fuck sake shut up we've barely started," said Paul and he hit her for a 
sixth time.

"Oh stop PEEEAASE STOP!"

Paul sighed, "You always just want to make things difficult," with that he 
dropped the whip and left the room only to return a minute later holding two 
ball-gags.

He took one of the gags and went over to Alice, "Open wide," he said. 

The teen terrified of making things worse for her did as she was told. The ball 
was a bit of a tight fit but there wasn't much of a problem in getting it in and 
strapped behind her head. However Paul doubted it would be this easy with Beth. 

He held the ball in front of her face and said, "Open up." 

There was no way that the ball could fit into her tiny mouth so the child kept 
it shut and shook her head. Paul sighed, and punched the girl in the stomach. It 
wasn't hard but hard enough to give her a nasty bruise in an hour or two. The 
child tried to scream but the blow had forced all the air from her lungs. "Open 
your fucking mouth," he repeated.

This time Beth opened her mouth as wide as it would go. But that wasn't wide 
enough. Paul placed the gag between her teeth and slowly pushed it in stretching 
her jaw wider than it was supposed to go. The girl tried to scream but couldn't 
with her mouth obstructed by the ball pushing her jaw ever wider. Finally the 
widest part passed her teeth and the gag popped in "There," he said, "I bet now 
you wish you'd kept your mouth shut."

He didn't fasten the ball in there knowing full well the girl wouldn't be able 
to remove it if she wanted to. "Now shall we start from the beginning."

The girl cried in the gag and tried to say something but nothing but murmurs 
came past the gag. She struggled but with nothing with which to gain purchase 
the effort was in vain. He waited for to stop before stroking the welts he'd 
already raised on her ass.  Paul pulled back his arm and struck her again. The 
gag muffled the girls scream. "That's much better," said Paul, and he whipped 
her ass eleven more times.

When he stopped the girl continued screaming her legs flailed uselessly in the 
air. Paul stood just out of reach until she calmed down. He walked round in 
front of her and said, "It's nearly done."

The girl stopped struggling and stared at him with puppy dog eyes, tears dripped 
from her chin onto her chest and mixed with the sweat that drenched her body. 

The vision hit a chord with Paul's cock and it grew even harder, "Just twelve 
more to go," he said cheerfully.

The announcement started Beth struggling again, with renewed vigour. Paul 
whipped her across her almost flat chest. The girl's body tensed up in agony. 
Paul then whipped her across the tops of her thighs and pussy mound. Paul 
alternated between her tits and cut for all twelve blows. The end result was 
picture perfect. The striped child sobbed, her hands were discoloured from 
supporting her weight, and welts striped he chest, the tops of her thighs and 
her pussy mound. Every so often she would let out a pained whine. Paul knew that 
the muscles in her jaw were cramping due to being forced open for so long. 

Paul giggled and moved to Alice, "Your turn pet. And you little fuck whore, 
because you said some nasty things to me you are going to get twice as many."

He gripped the cord and grinned, the Teenager began to struggle but there was 
nowhere to go.

Paul stood back to admire his work, the girl was barely conscious her had hung 
against her chest, her eyes were open but glazed over, she took shallow but 
steady breaths, but other than that she didn't move but just hung suspended 
inches off the floor. Blood and sweat dripped from her toes. The blood came from 
her ass and lower back. Several of the lashed had broken the skin and blood 
flowed slowly trickling down her legs. She would live.

Paul turned to Beth the girl was sobbing loudly her arms and jaw were really 
hurting. "Do you want to get down from there?" he asked her.

The child nodded.

"Do you want to get that thing out?"

Nodded again.

"Would you do anything to get it out and get down?"

The girl nodded.

"We'll see," he said, and lifted her down.

The girl looked at him while shifting her arms trying to get feeling back in her 
hands. Paul gripped the gag and slowly started to pull it from her mouth. The 
girl moaned in pain, but wanted it out so bad that she kept still. It was easier 
getting the thing out than it had been getting it in, after some coercion the 
gag popped out and the girl closed her stiff jaw. "Now darling why did I do that 
to you?"

The girl was quiet for a few seconds before she said, "Because I peed on the 
floor." 

"That's a clever girl, now I can continue to punish you, or you can make it 
better,"

The girl nodded, "How do I make it better?" she asked.

Paul smiled, "Now that's easy you've got to put the piss back again."

That confused the child and she looked at the puddle in front of the door. 
"How?" she asked.

"You drink it you stupid bitch," said Paul.

The child pulled a face, "But that's..."

Paul cut her off, "If you'd rather go back up there I can start again on you," 
he said, "I was trying to be easy on you."

The girl backed away from him, "I'll do it," she said quickly, "But Alice made 
some of it."

Paul held up the gag and the child hurried over to the puddle. Kneeling beside 
it she looked at the yellow liquid, then up at Paul, "Put your head down and 
lick it up," he said.

The girl put her head down and stuck her tongue out, dipping the tip into the 
piss puddle; she slowly took a lick swallowing the small amount of liquid. She 
gagged and heaved.  "Hurry up we don't have all night."

At the warning the girl began lapping at the puddle. Trying to lick up the 
puddle coupled with the child's constant heaving and gagging it took her quite a 
while to drink it all but Paul just watched her until she cleaned it all up. 
When she finished she looked up at Paul. All the colour had drained from her 
face, and she looked nauseous. Paul smiled, "Good girl, you can have a lay down 
in your cage if you want."

Paul looked up at Alice she was still in the same state, but Paul wanted to fuck 
her now. Paul lifted the teen down and put her on her feet, but had to hold her 
there to stop her from collapsing.  He slapped her hard across the face. The 
girl's head came up. She blinked a few times her eyes coming to focus of Paul's 
grinning face. She looked like she'd just woken up. "Can you stand?" he asked 
her.

Alice nodded, and Paul let her go. She wobbled a bit but stayed on her feet. 
Leaving her there, Paul picked up the nipple clamps that he'd used on her little 
sister. It would save him finding another pair.

He took hold of the chain that held her hands together, "Come on then," he said 
and led her from the room. He took one last look at his two other toys. Hanna 
was asleep or unconscious, sprawled on the hard floor, Beth was lent against the 
cage looking like she was going to be sick. She hadn't eaten in almost two days 
and Paul didn't think she could even if she wanted to. He closed the door and 
locked it. He pulled on the chain and Alice obediently came along behind him.

He pulled her into a room nine foot by twelve. A wooden table with a single 
stool stood at one end and a bed with only a thin mattress on it was at he 
other. Paul pointed at the stool, "Take a seat," he said.

The girl stared at the stool but didn't move. She turned to look at Paul with 
pleading eyes and moaned something into the gag.

Paul grabbed her ass and the girl cried out as the pain laced back through her 
tortured buttocks. "I can make it even more uncomfortable if you like," he said.

The girl walked forwards and turning around to face Paul she perched gently on 
the edge of the stool. Paul walked forwards and slapped her across the face, 
"Sit," he said.

Crying the girl sat on the stool. She moaned loudly as her tortured ass pressed 
against the hard wood. "Now stay there," he told her, and left the room locking 
the door behind him. 

He returned moments later carrying several lengths of nylon wire with large fish 
hooks on either end (The kind used for big fresh water fish like carp and Pike,) 
he also carried a box filled with weights.

Seeing what her captor had Alice fell of her chair, and backed up against the 
wall. But Paul seemed to ignore it, he smiled at her, "We're going to play a 
game," he told her. "I am going to stick these hooks through various parts of 
your body and if you move away from me put your hands up or try to stop me in 
any way I'm going to hang weights off the other hooks, now doesn't that sound 
like fun?"

Crouching against the wall the blond teen shook her head.

Paul smiled, "You will play with me weather you like it or not, you've got the 
choice of standing here with the ability to make it hurt less or I'll tie you 
down and assume you want all the weights on you."

Letting out a long cry of frustration and fear, Alice stood up, and stood in 
front of Paul. "You are sensible, now let start." Paul took the first hook and 
pressed it against the outside of her small right breast. Slowly he pressed the 
hook in. The girl wined as it pierced her skin and her body instinctively pulled 
away from pain. Paul kept hold of the hook however and this only caused more 
pain, "Oh dear, it doesn't look like your very good at this game," he said and 
forced the hook through her flesh. The hardest part was getting the barb through 
that caused the girl to gasp and grunt with pain. He let the second hook dangle 
from her breast while he fished a weight from the box. They were all the same, 
small four ounce weights but it wouldn't take many hung from the hooks to cause 
real pain. He threaded the weight onto the second hook and let it drop. The 
girl's body seemed to go with the weight and she moaned loudly. 

Paul shook his head, "Oh darling stop it," he said, "These are the easy ones, 
you weight until I pierce your nipples and your clit."

The girl backed away with that news. Paul glared at her, "Get back here," he 
said.

The girl shook her head. 

"You just won't do what you are told will you?" with that Paul rushed forwards 
and slapped the girl across the face hard enough to knock her down. He then 
grabbed her hair and pulled her up and slapped her again. This time she had 
nowhere to go.

Her head tried to fall but was held in place by her hair she screamed into her 
gag and Paul hit her again. He held her head up so she could look at him, "This 
is your last fucking chance bitch shall we play or shall I just torture you?"

Sniffing back her tears the girl nodded or at least tried to.

Paul stood up, "Okay, stand up."

The girl stood up and moved in front of Paul. Paul took two more weights and 
threaded them onto the hook, "That is for disobeying me," he said and gave her 
another slap for good measure.  

The girl moaned. But stayed still. Paul took another hook and pressed it against 
the side of her other breast, and threaded three weights on it, the girl moaned 
and cried but managed not to move. The pain was tolerable, if it meant only that 
much.

Paul put the third hook on the other side of her right breast then the same on 
her left. He continued until he had six in either breast, three on either side. 
The weights were getting heavy now and pulled Alice's tits down. She tried to 
lean forwards with the weights but Paul pushed her back upright and added 
another weight to each hook. Alice cried her faced fixed in pain, but she didn't 
dare move. He smiled and knelt in front of her and stroked her pussy. He probed 
her pussy and was pleased when he found her hymen intact. You could never tell 
with girls these days. He looked up at her and grinned, and took one of her 
pussy lips in his fingers and pressed another hook against it. The girl jumped 
with the pain and tried to move but the hook had her and Paul pushed it through 
and placed five weights on it. "I suggest you keep still I don't think your tits 
can take much more." He stood and added another weight to each the hooks.

The girl tensed herself again her face a mask of determination but her shallow 
erratic breathing told a different story. Paul pushed the hook through her other 
pussy lip the girl breathing became louder but she kept still. It was much the 
same as put the last four on her pussy lips. The weights pulled them down and 
the girl was barely standing upright. Sweat and tears dripped from her chin, 
there was nothing the teen could do to stop it. All she knew was that the pain 
was worse if she moved. She looked pale her eyes distant. Paul slapped her to 
make sure she was a wake. "No fainting now," he said, "If you concentrate you 
won't pass out. In fact if you do I'll assume you are trying to stop the pain 
and when you wake up we'll tie you down and hang all the weights on you. Then 
whip your cunt for good measure." 

Paul took another hook and placed it in the centre of her small nipple, "Brace 
yourself," he said and pushed it through.

The girl screamed and spun around she tried to run but the weights on her tits 
and pussy made her stop and collapse in agony. Paul laughed at her, "You didn't 
expect that did you? You didn't think it would hurt that much more than the 
others. Well sorry bitch you've just timed out. Stand with your back to the 
wall." 

The girl didn't move she just lay curled in a ball, and cried. Paul leant over 
and grabbed her hair he lifted her to her feet and slapped her again. She was 
getting a nice red mark the right hand side of her face. He threw her against 
the wall and the girl screamed as the weights pulled her tits and pussy in a 
dozen directions. Paul pushed into her a pressed his faces close to hers, "Now 
bitch you just keep digging that hole don't you."

He grabbed her arms and brought them over her head. The hook was lower in this 
room than it was in the holding room but the girl was still forced on tiptoe to 
put the chain over it. Paul went over to the bed and putting his arm under it he 
pulled out a spreader bar and two concrete blocks. Without a word he took it 
over to the tearful teen, and strapped her legs to it. With her legs apart the 
girl hung just off the ground but the concrete blocks soon sorted that out. Paul 
didn't want this girl to move. The blocks fixed over the end of the spreader bar 
and pushed it too the ground. Paul didn't care where the extra two inches came 
from, but the girl did she and she screamed letting him know. 

He then inspected the girl's tits. They were pretty bloody. The girls trashing 
had caused some of the hooks to tear the skin. Had the weights been much heavier 
they would have probably torn out of her skin. Her pussy was much the same. But 
Paul saw nothing that wouldn't heal. Not that he really cared; this girl was 
going to get it anyway. All he had to do was keep her awake. 

He slapped her a couple of times to get her attention, "Remember don't pass out, 
you will regret it if you do. Understand?"

The girl nodded weakly. He slapped her again and she nodded a little stronger 
this time.

Paul smiled and turned to where he'd started to pierce her nipple. The hook was 
buried just past the barb but it hadn't passed out the other side of her nipple. 
Paul gripped it and pushed the rest of it through. The girl cried in pain. Paul 
hooked the five weights on the hook and let them all drop. The girl let out a 
loud scream even from behind the gag, and Paul repeated the process on the other 
nipple. 

Paul swung the last hook in front of her eyes; her eyes glanced at the other end 
where there was just a single weight and no other hook. In truth Paul had run 
out of hooks, but he didn't want to damage his toy too badly anyway. No matter 
how bad it is you don't break your new toy on the first day, "Don't worry 
torture toy," he said, "This is the only weight on this one, but it's going to 
hurt like fuck."

Paul giggled as he knelt in front of the girl and put his fingers into her cunt. 
It wasn't long before he found her clit. He gently pushed at it to bring it out 
of the hood and then stoked it. The girl moaned in pleasure and pain, Paul 
finally found a spot where he wanted to hurt her and placed the hook against the 
most sensitive part of her body. The girl screamed at the tiny prick. And Paul 
smiled as he pushed it through her. The girl went hysterical. She screamed and 
tried to pull away from her bonds but there wasn't anything she could do. 

That excited Paul and he took a few steps back to look at the work of art, he 
glanced up behind him at the camera on the wall. He'd have this moment always. 
It took her a long time to stop screaming. 

Paul waited for her to calm down before saying, "You want them out?"  The girl 
nodded.

Paul shrugged and knelt by her, he unstrapped her legs from the spreader bar but 
they stayed apart, Alice didn't want to move unless she had to. He then lifted 
her off the hook and set her down. The girl looked at him wearily as he took her 
cuffs off. He then walked over to the bed and sat down. "You want them out take 
them out," he said.

Her hand went straight for the hook through her clit but as soon as her fingers 
touched the cord she froze, as the pain laced through her body.

She came.

Paul laughed as the girl orgasmed from the pain in her clit. Her body shook 
causing more pain. She was like that for several minutes. Paul sat back and 
watched. This was an extra bonus. 

When she finished she glared at Paul with accusing eyes. "Enjoy that?" he asked.

The girl blushed. Paul laughed again you would have thought all that she'd been 
trough that she would be beyond embarrassment by now. She broke her glare and 
her hands went to one of the hooks on the side of her breast in the hope of 
getting rid of the less painful ones first. But no matter how hard she worked 
the thing the hook wouldn't come out. She began to moan and pull it hard and 
push it bit the barb kept it firmly in. 

"Don't bother," he said, "They won't come out. What you really need is one of 
these," he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of wire cutters.

The girl tried to say something.

Paul said, "If you come here I'll take them all out. I promise to be gentle,"

The girl started forwards. But it wasn't as easy as it first sounded. She cried 
and moaned and slowly shuffled forwards her hands tried stopping the weights 
from swinging but there were too many. 

It took the girl almost five minutes to reach Paul. By that time she was in 
agony her face remained screwed up in agony. True to his word Paul began to clip 
off the end of each hook and pull them out. He hated to waste his hooks but 
other than cutting them out this was the only realistic way of removing them.

There was a lot blood, which made gripping the hooks difficult; thus it took a 
while for him to remove them. When he clipped the one from her clit the girl 
sighed as if a great weight had been removed. Which it had. Paul looked at the 
blood on his fingers. It was amazing how a little bit of blood went such a long 
way. He reached up and gripped his toy's face, then with the other hand 
unstrapped the gag and pulled it out. He was getting blood everywhere. The 
stains on her face and hair pushed Paul's cock against his trousers, it was 
about time he attended to that. "Are you ready to do what you are told now?" he 
asked.

"Yes sir," the girl said.

"Good to start with I want you to clean the blood off my hands. You saw how Beth 
cleaned my floor?"

"Yes sir." The teen took his left hand and placed a finger in his mouth, and 
slowly sucked. 

Oh this girl was amazing. She sucked the blood from each of his fingers and then 
lapped it from his hands. When she was finished she looked up at him and smiled 
weakly, blood stained her mouth and lips. Paul leant into her and kissed her. 
The teenager didn't resist and opened her mouth for him to enter. 

The coppery taste of blood was heavy in her mouth but it only served to excite 
Paul more. He reached down and pulled out his cock. Released from its bonds it 
sprung out and hit Alice on the chest. The girl broke off and looked down at it. 
But she didn't move. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" asked Paul.

The girl blushed again, and nodded. She would be very shy under different 
circumstances. "Pardon?" asked Paul

"Yes sir... I have." She said in a quiet voice.

Paul smiled at his little slut, "And whose cock did you suck."

"Andrews, err my boyfriends."

"And he hasn't fucked you?"

The girl shook her head; "He err..." she fell silent.

"It's okay carry on," Paul said.

"He sucked on my tits... And licked me out once but wasn't very good at it... I 
sucked him three times."

"I see, I suppose if I was a week later, you wouldn't be a virgin. Never mind. 
Did you spit or swallow?"

The girl went even redder if that was possible, "No," she whispered.

"No what?"

"I spat it into a cup," she said.

"I see. Well there will be none of that here. You see a fuck toy must always 
swallow her masters cum. If he cums in her pussy she should use her fingers to 
take it out so she can swallow as much as possible. If he cums up her ass she 
should eat all of it even if it means shitting on the floor and liking it from 
that," 

The girl didn't like the sound of that last one and it showed on her face. 
"Don't worry darling, today I'll probably cum in your mouth. Now tell me what is 
the moral of this story?"

The girl stayed quiet for several moments before saying, "A Fuck Toy must always 
swallow her masters cum," 

"Good Girl. Now a hard question and I'll put the nipple clamps on you if you get 
it wrong. Why must a Fuck Toy swallow her masters cum?"

The girl was quiet as her mind played with the question finally not looking to 
certain she answered albeit quietly and reluctantly, "Because she is a Fuck 
Toy."

Paul smiled, he was surprised really of all the kids he'd asked this question to 
(and it had been quite a few) she was the first to get it right first time. 
"Correct, another question now what are you?"

The girl's head went down and her shoulders shook. She was crying again, through 
sniffed sobs she said, "I am a Fuck Toy."

"Good girl now master wants you to suck his cock."

The girl sniffed back her tears and moved her head down; she took his cock 
between her lips and worked on him with her tongue. Paul pressed his hand on her 
head and said, "Now a good Fuck Toy will swallow all of her masters cock,"

The girl sobbed around him but pushed her head forwards. It hit the back of her 
throat and she tried to swallow it all at once only to choke on him. Paul 
laughed, as she tried again. It took several attempts but soon she pushed her 
face into his pubic hair. She gagged and tried to pull her face off of him but 
Paul held her there letting her throat do the work. After a while her struggles 
became erratic, she tried to push off of him and her hands slapped against him. 
She couldn't breath. Paul finally let her go and the girl pulled off so quickly 
she fell on her ass and yelped as the pain started again. Paul let her catch her 
breath, and said, "Now Fuck Toy lay on the bed like a good girl and let me rape 
you."

The girl let out a whine but stood up and laid down on the bed.

Paul grinned at her as he loomed over. He used the handcuffs to tie her arms to 
the bed stop her from moving. He then gave her sympathetic smile, "You look 
nervous darling what's wrong?"

"Are you going to hurt me?"

Paul nodded, "Yes, quite a bit. First I'm going to use the clamps on your 
nipples. The pull your legs apart and ram my cock inside you dry. Well almost 
dry,"

"No!" the girl cried and tried to pull at the cuffs her legs began to kick but 
Paul had a perfect way to stop that. He sat on them. He didn't use too much 
weight just enough to stop them moving the girl looked at him and begged, 
"Please don't hurt me I'll do anything. I'll fuck you... Anything... I sucked 
your cock! Please!"

Paul smiled, "Your better at begging than Hanna," he said as he loosened the 
clamp, "Now I suggest you shut it, before I find something else with which to 
torture you with."

The girl closed her mouth and sniffed back her tears; she was good at this. Paul 
placed the clamp on her already sore right nipple and slowly began to tighten 
it. The girl moaned as the pain in her chest increased after a few more turns 
she started to take in sharp breaths. A few more and she started to struggle. A 
few more and she cried out, "Oh please stop. It hurts too much." 

Paul let go of the clamp and got off of the girl.

"Oh thank you," she sighed.

Paul leant over and picked up the gag and smiled at her. "Oh I haven't stopped," 
he said. "I just want to shut you up."

The girl closed her mouth firmly but a sharp tug on the clamp opened it again. 
Paul pushed the gag in and fastened it up. With her silenced Paul went back to 
tightening the clamp. The girl moaned, screamed, and struggled. Her eyes told of 
the pain she was feeling. Paul grinned at the tearful teen, and started with the 
other clamp.

He pulled on both clamps and was delighted with the scream he got from his toy. 
"Time for your fucking," he said.

The girl struggled to get away from him, but Paul liked this in his toys. He 
gripped her legs and forced them open.  He pressed his cock at her opening, 
pushed in. With her struggles and how tight the virgin teen was it took several 
moments for him to get in. But once in he thrust quickly through her hymen and 
began her fucking. The teen wouldn't stop her crying and screaming she struggled 
with every thrust, not that it bothered Paul too much. She could lean to enjoy 
being raped if she liked, but if she didn't he wasn't going to loose any sleep 
from it. 

He thrust into her for several minutes, before deciding he wanted a change. He 
pulled out of her and looked into her face. "I'm going to untie you now. Are you 
going to do what you are told."

The girl shook her head. 

Paul shrugged and started to undo his belt. A soon as she realised what he 
intended she started to moan and nod franticly. Paul shook his head, "Not a 
chance Fuck Toy, you've got to learn," He took his belt and swung it across her 
stomach. The girl tensed and screamed. The buckle made a nice mark in the teen's 
belly. He whipped her again this time across the thighs. The girl didn't like 
this one bit. She struggled and screamed, Paul whipped her a total of five 
times, and nasty marks where the buckle struck rose quickly. They would make 
some nice bruises. 

The girl sobbed and cried when he put the belt down, "Now will you do what you 
are told?"

The girl nodded.

Paul reached down and took her gag out she let out a long whine. Paul quickly 
untied her arms and pulled her into a seated position. The girl leant forwards 
crying loudly not even looking at him. Paul took he arms and cuffed them behind 
her back. "Now pet, I am going to fuck your ass, this is going to hurt a lot but 
not as much as it will if you try and stop me."

If the girl heard she made no sign of it. So Paul just lifted her onto the 
ground and bent her over the bed. He placed his finger at her asshole and pushed 
it in. It was tiny and very tight. The girl moaned with the pain of her ass 
being violated. Using the blood seeping from her cunt to lubricate the hole he 
tried a gain. Much better, he placed the head of his cock against the small 
brown hole and pressed in. The girl cried out but made no attempt to tighten her 
ass or anything to stop his entrance. Thus his he was soon pumping out her tiny 
tight ass.

The girl moaned and gasped with the pain of being ass raped. Paul fucked the 
teen for a long time until he felt close to cumming, true to his word he wanted 
to cum in her mouth so he pulled his cock out. He looked at it and smiled, it 
was streaked with even more blood and shit. He grabbed her hair and forced her 
to look at him, "Master wants you to suck his cock again and to clean it all."

The girl looked almost as if she was lost in dreamland and nodded, "Yes sir," 
she said.

He dropped her and she collapsed to the floor. She forced herself up and looked 
at his cock standing erect in front of her. She opened her mouth and took it in. 
She gagged and heaved as she cleaned the bitter shit from his organ. Paul soon 
came firing in her mouth. The teenager swallowed it without comment and carried 
on sucking on him until Paul took it out.

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