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A Psychopath and His Toys, Chapter 5
Alocer Loki 2001
The Story codes are: (M/f F/f, teen, tort, rape, sad)

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

Chapter 5

The door to the General Practice opened silently as Paul pushed it. His trainers 
made no noise as she stepped onto the polished wooden floor. Paul glanced up at 
the clock on the wall. It was five to twelve. Paul looked across at the 
receptionist and smiled. When the fifteen-year-old girl allowed her attention to 
be diverted from the newspaper she looked up at him. The girl swallowed hard and 
stared straight at him Paul could see her hand shaking as she lifted it to brush 
her hair from in front of her eyes.

Poor Becky looked like she wanted to run, but she just stood there staring down 
at the papers trying hard to look normal.

Paul looked around the small waiting room. There was a glass topped table with a 
chrome frame sat in the centre with a dozen blue padded chairs. Piled on the 
table and under it were ancient copies of magazines with battered and torn 
covers. There was a single girl sat in there a young teen of perhaps fourteen 
looking very nervous. Her hands were clasped together tightly and she glanced up 
at the clock every few seconds. 

A middle-aged man walked from the corridor that led to the doctor's office he 
looked rather smug with himself. He spoke with Becky and she handed him a sheet 
of paper and he left. Becky crossed the room and tapped the waiting teen on the 
shoulder, "Kathy," she said, the girl looked up, "You can go in now."

The girl nodded several times and took a nervous sigh and got to her feet. She 
walked down the corridor where the man had just appeared. Once the girl had 
entered the doctors office, Becky turned to Paul still stood in the doorway 
waited for him to speak.

Paul approached her and gave her his nicest smile although it did nothing to 
calm the girl down, "Is she in?" he asked her.

"Yes but..." the girl started, she spoke with the most incredible lisp.

"I know she's got a patient in there.  I'll wait until you lock up for lunch."

"Of course," 

Paul squeezed her shoulder as he touched the girl she recoiled. Paul laughed and 
took a seat in the waiting room.  Becky was Anne, his cousin's stepdaughter and 
one of the reasons he'd managed to keep Anne under his thumb for so long. Becky 
was very pretty even bordering on beautiful, with her sleek frame well-defined 
bone structure. She was five six in height with long black hair but pale skin, 
and high cheekbones; her eyes were so dark it looked almost eerie string into 
pools of coal outlined by the striking contrast of the whites. Her 34C breasts 
complemented her slim almost athletic body.

Becky wore a crisp clean white blouse and a navy blue skirt that came just above 
her knees. She drifted back behind the counter but her eyes stayed glued to 
Paul, she flinched every time he moved. Behind this exterior lurked a rather 
devious mind; this girl knew exactly what she could get any male to with only a 
simple smile. Tough luck for them really.

Paul sat and placed his bag under the chair. He grabbed a ten-year-old copy of 
Fishermen's Weekly, and started to read. But it wasn't long before the teen bust 
from the doctor's office and ran from the building in a flood of tears. Paul 
chuckled as the Becky tried to catch her, but she was gone before Becky was even 
out from behind the counter. Sighing Becky set about locking up for lunch.

"Friend of yours?" Paul asked.

"Yes, she thinks she's pregnant."

"Well it seems quite obvious that she is."

Becky nodded and pulled down the blinds. She was a good girl, and knew exactly 
what was required of her. Despite this she stood staring at the blinds for 
several moments before taking a deep breath and turned around to look at Paul, 
who grinned at her, "Come here pet," he said.

Becky shifted slowly forwards and came stand in front of him. Paul lifted his 
hand and started stroke her cheek, the girl was shaking visibly but it increased 
every time he touched the teen. Paul shifted his cock was pressed against his 
jeans again and was getting more and more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm back 
and delivered a hard slap to the girls face. The girl cried out and clutched her 
face, but looked straight back up at him. "That's because you're a bitch," he 
laughed, "Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

The girl did just as she was told. Paul landed another slap on her cheek, then 
another, in all he slapped her across both cheeks a dozen times making her 
cheeks a brilliant red colour that stood out like a sore thumb against her 
almost white skin. The girl let out small cries of pain and had to make a 
visible effort not to scream. 

Paul reached for his bag placed it on a chair. He opened it and pulled out a 
stick, which was the only thing in the bag. It was only a foot and a half long 
but was as thick as a broom handle (it had once been part of a broom handle). 
Becky started to back away, her breathing had turned to sharp short breaths. 
"You can't please," she whispered.

Paul grinned at her, "Come on bend over the counter," he told her.

Tears started to flow but the girl did as she was told. That was why Paul didn't 
really like this girl, she would do ANYTHING, and it didn't matter what it was. 
There was absolutely no independence. Paul got board of his girls long before 
they got to the state that Becky was in. Of course it helped that Becky was a 
submissive by nature. About the only time she'd ever shown independent thought 
throughout the time that Paul had known her was when she'd told Paul that she 
hated him. Then again Anne hated Paul more than anybody alive so she probably 
got that from her. Not that she wouldn't have learnt it anyway.

Paul walked to the girl bent over the counter; her obvious fear of him was a 
direct result of torture. It was a nasty trick he'd played on her, but immense 
fun.

Paul lifted the girl's skirt over her ass, she wasn't wearing any knickers of 
course. Her ass was a myriad of red welts and cuts over deep blue and purple 
bruises. "It looks like you've been a bad girl," said Paul.

He squeezed her ass and got a wince from the girl. He laughed and gave her an 
unmerciful blow across her ass. The girl bit on her own hand to stop herself 
screaming. Paul laughed and delivered another nine blows. The girl didn't 
scream, but she came close several times. "Stand up," Paul told her once he 
finished.

The girl stood and turned to Paul. Tears flooded down her cheeks, and a trail of 
blood ran down her chin. Paul reached for her hand and lifted it so he could 
see. A large bite mark placed just above her thumb on her left hand was the 
source of the blood. "You should get this looked at," he told her, "Now out with 
your tongue."

The girl stuck out her tongue. Paul loved this girls tongue. It was a mass of 
scar tissue and a big factor, in her lisp. Small round scars covered most of it, 
some new some old. She couldn't taste very much anymore of course but then what 
the girl, has had put in her mouth, Paul wondered if she was thankful for it. 
Paul took the girls tongue into his mouth, the girl, complied and started to 
kiss back. It felt strangely smooth in his mouth. The girl had a faint taste of 
piss on her breath so he pulled off. 

"I've got a new girl," he told her, "You'd like her, I might let you meet her, 
how does that sound."

"Good master," she said.

Paul laughed and left the girl there. That would have been her answer if he'd 
asked her if she wanted to swallow molten lead. Of course he wouldn't kill this 
girl, it just wasn't worth it, he had too much to loose, besides he really did 
need Anne.

Paul pushed open the door to see Anne sat behind her desk smoking a cigarette. 
The room wasn't a large one about ten foot by twelve, the large black desk was 
sat in the centre of the room and was piled high in paper, a computer and an old 
dot-matrix printer sat on the right-hand side. Other than two chairs sat in 
front of the desk for patients, the only other things in the room was a large 
grey filing cabinet and an eye chart on the wall. Most of the real examinations 
happened in the room across the hall. 

The woman looked up and swore under her breath. She hurriedly put the cigarette 
out, and stood up. Anne was a short woman standing just under five-foot, she was 
slim with dark hair that was tied up in a ball on her head. Perhaps the most 
striking feature on the otherwise small woman was her huge tits. They were so 
disproportional to the rest of her frame that, you just had to stand and stare 
and wonder just how it was possible. 

The woman brushed down her plain blue dress as Paul approached. Paul wrapped his 
arms around her and shoved his tongue down her throat. This woman was nothing 
like Becky, she was wholly unresponsive and although she made no effort to stop 
it she made no sign that she even knew he was kissing her.

Paul reached down and lifted her dress until it was around her waist. Like Becky 
the woman wasn't wearing any underwear. But her skin was significantly less 
marred than her stepdaughters. Any scars were years old, and the bruising was 
very old and mostly faded. Paul didn't play with this toy very much these days. 
Paul grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into him, pressing her stomach into 
the hard lump in his trousers. Using two fingers he started to work them into 
her asshole. 

Anne grunted, against his mouth, but again didn't struggle. Paul was already 
board with her. She showed no reaction these days, she'd long ago accepted her 
fate. Paul pulled his fingers from her ass and then backed away from his cousin. 
He glanced down at his fingers, there were a few streaks of shit on them. Paul 
held them up and without comment; the woman took them in her mouth and started 
to suck them.

After several minutes Paul took his fingers from her mouth and sat down. "Sit 
down." He told her.

Anne sighed, and sat back down, "What do you want?" she asked.

Paul smiled at her, "Only a favour, I'll pay you back, don't I always."

The woman just kept quiet and waited for Paul to continue.

"I have three new ones I want you to take a look at,"

Anne, nodded, "I heard something on the news. Killing the mother and dumping her 
in the river that's a little clumsy of you."

Paul shrugged, "The stupid bitch shouldn't have got in the way besides having 
the body turn up there will only lead them off my trail. I'm not stupid there is 
NO evidence on her. I even cut the tips of her fingers off when she scratched 
me. I burned them."

Anne cringed, "I really don't know why you bother getting me to have a look at 
them, they end up dead anyway."

"For someone so smart you don't have too much sense do you. The longer I keep 
them alive the longer I can go without taking more kids off the streets. The 
less chance I'll ever get caught."

Anne nodded, "Makes sense I suppose. I guess you didn't think to bring me a 
blood sample of any of the girls."

Paul shook his head.

"I didn't think you would," she muttered, "You know one day you'll get your 
desserts and pick up a girl born with HIV. So tell me age and weight." The woman 
picked up a biro and tore off a piece of paper from the printer."

"Right," said Paul, "The youngest is six, very small, I think I might have 
damaged her while I fucked her because it left her unconscious all night. She's 
about forty six pounds. The second us nine, and maybe, sixty pounds, maybe 
sixty-five. She'll be in shock by the time we get back. I left her on my horse."

Anne shifted again. Paul could see it in her eyes that she was getting excited. 
She always did when hearing about girls in torture. "The last is fourteen, maybe 
ninety maybe a bit less."

Anne scribbled down the numbers in her 'doctors scrawl'; "You still feed them 
iron pills? How about antibiotics?"

"The iron pills yes, I don't use antibiotics."

"I told you this before, the antibiotics will stop infection getting them. Yes I 
know you like to keep them clean anyway but I also know what you like to do with 
girls and trust me you want to use antibiotics."

Paul sighed, "Well bring some and I'll feed the girls them. How about 
stimulants?" 

Anne sighed, "Why not just feed them bloody caffeine pills."  

"I don't care just bring something. You do this for me, I'll let you use Alice, 
that's the eldest. She's your type, a right slut."

Anne licked her lips, "I want the little one as well," she said.

"If you can get the middle one on her feet and sucking cock fine. I've got some 
stuff to get, I'll pick you up when you clock off."

Anne nodded.

"By the way how is, your mum."

Anne smiled, "Still rocking like she's twenty, in Berlin this week. She ran into 
your girlfriend."

Paul looked up, "Sharla? Damn I haven't even heard from her in a month. I wonder 
how she is?"

"Fine and looking a good as ever if my mum's to be believed."

"I hope I have as much energy as her when I'm her age," muttered Paul, "How is 
Becky?"

Anne went stiff, "You saw her as you came in I'm sure you had a chance to 
inspect her." She said tightly.

"Yes but I'm not the one whose sleeping with her."

"She's still in shock after the last time you spent time with her."

Paul smiled, "She asked for it. Besides you use the bitch as an ashtray what's a 
little heat to her."

"You fucking tortured her because of her lisp. You know very well, she can't 
help it."

"Yeah but I needed some excuse to use my new soldering iron. You should have 
heard her scream." Paul laughed, "It was fun, she thought that I'd be like you 
she even forced my cock down her throat quite happily."

"Later," said Anne and she stood up.

"No," said Paul standing to meet her, "Sit."

Anne gave an audible groan and sat down. Paul reached forwards and tore her 
blouse open. He didn't give a damn that she was at work. Despite her huge tits 
Anne didn't wear a bra, though only because Paul didn't allow it. Paul gripped 
both her nipples and simultaneously pulled and twisted them. The woman moaned 
quietly and gave the occasional pained gasp. Although she didn't like pain much, 
but had been treated this way for more than a decade and a half. She didn't move 
an inch. 

"Right bitch, time for some fun. I noticed Becky has been punished not too long 
ago what did you use?"

"The cane is stood besides the filing cabinet," she said.

"Good first I'll use yours then I'll use my own," he said and placed the piece 
of broom handle onto the desk. He went over to the filing cabinet to get the 
cane. It was a nasty thing four-foot in length and almost quarter of an inch 
thick. Paul flexed it and smiled at his cousin, "Okay rest your tits on the 
desk," he told her.

Anne silently stood up and crouched in front of the desk so that her breasts 
rested on the tabletop. Once in place she put her arms behind her back and 
closed her eyes. Paul stood over her and gently stroked each of the breasts with 
the cane trying to decide where to hit first. He gave wide grin and started to 
beat her tits.



*****

Alice absently stroked Hanna's hair, the child was fast asleep her head resting 
on Alice's lap. Alice however couldn't sleep. Not for lack of trying, or 
tiredness. Emotions and thoughts just kept running through her mind, it wouldn't 
be so bad if she knew Beth was alive, but even that comfort was denied her. 

So she just sat there staring at the door willing it to open. Strangely she 
didn't know what she would welcome more, the cops to burst in, or for Master to 
walk in. It didn't matter all she wanted was for it to open she needed something 
anything to take her mind from her own problems and force it to something else. 

Images of her mother kept drifting into her thoughts followed by those of Master 
at his happiest. While he was torturing them. The images conflicted and merged, 
Alice was sure she would go mad if the door didn't open soon. Then it did.

First Beth stumbled in; she looked pale, and tired. She stumbled against the 
wall and looked up at the cage with glazed eyes. If she saw Alice or Hanna she 
didn't show it. Something was different though the girl wore a pair of knickers. 
Alice wondered why that was but the thought was quashed when Beth was followed 
in by a woman in a black skirt and a white blouse open at the front exposing her 
huge tits that were covered in red welts and bruises. She carried a large bag 
that was evidently filled to the brim.

A light of hope glimmered inside Alice, not that she was going to be rescued but 
rather that the woman had come to hurt her. The image was a fleeting one, and 
was soon expelled as Master followed the woman in. "She'll be fine," said the 
woman, "the cuts should heal in a day or two, and so should her cunt if you can 
refrain from fucking her." 

Master nodded, "Okay, those two are all yours, I've got some work to catch up 
on, and I'll see you later," he handed the woman a bunch of keys and left the 
room, shutting the door behind him. The woman locked the door and then went over 
and opened the cage. First she made Beth get in and then turned to Alice, "Right 
wake her up and get out,"

Alice gently shook Hanna awake, it took several moments for the child to wake 
enough to listen to Alice. "Come on we've got to get out of the cage," she said.

"I want to go home," moaned Hanna.

"Shh, not yet," said Alice.

Hanna was the first out of the cage she stared up at the woman with some 
disdain; Alice followed her out and stood in front of the woman.

"Right I am a doctor," the woman said, "You can call me Mistress or Doctor, but 
nothing else. Now I am going to give you both the once over, if there is no 
trouble I won't have to hurt you."

With that the woman pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and crouched in front of 
Hanna. She then started to inspect her just like any other doctor would. Peering 
in her ears down her throat, taking her pulse and temperature and a number of 
other things including an injection in the shoulder. "This is a tetanus shot," 
she told the girl, "It is to make sure you don't get ill from all the metal 
things that our Paul uses."

The child nodded but Alice wasn't sure if she'd understood what the woman had 
told her. Finally the woman pulled a pot of KY jelly from her bag and spread it 
over the fingers on her right hands. She turned Hanna around and plunged her 
finger into the child's ass. She grunted a little, and moaned with pain. The 
woman pulled her finger from the girl's ass then plunged two up her cunt. The 
child cried out as they were forced into her cunt. Mistress frowned and using 
her hands opened the child's cunt. There was a small tear in the flesh of her 
cunt. "Its not all that bad," she said, "I'm surprised he didn't hurt you more. 
This will hurt a little," she reached into her bag and took out a needle and 
thread. She placed it on the floor and stood up she took Alice by the hand and 
led her to the corner of the room

"I have no anaesthetic," she said to Alice, "I need you to hold her down while I 
sew that rip up or it will get worse as he keeps fucking her. You do realise 
that I need you to hold her down because this really is going to hurt."

Alice nodded, "I understand." She said and reached up to wipe the tear away that 
dropped from her eye. She walked over to Hanna and sat on the floor. "Come on 
you've got to sit on my lap so that the Doctor can help you get better or it 
will hurt lots and lots when Master sticks his cock in you again."

"I don't want him to put it in me again it hurts too much even for one of those 
things again." Moaned the girl.

"I know you don't but we still need to fix you don't we?"

"Guess so," muttered the child and sat down on Alice's lap. 

Alice used her hands to spread Hanna's legs wide and hold her there, "Now be 
strong." She said.

Mistress crouched down and started to rummage in Hanna's cunt. The girl giggled 
a little but that soon was cut off in a cry of pain as the needle was past 
trough the sensitive flesh of her cunt.

Even though that Mistress worked quickly, Hanna tried to get away many times but 
Alice held her in place. It took only a few minutes for the woman to say, "Well 
that's all I can do," she muttered, "He's pretty much ruined your chance of ever 
having a baby but you should live."

Alice put her hands on her own stomach wondering if he'd done the same to her. 
The woman stood up and stood in front of Alice, she ran through a series of 
checks, and finally like with Hanna, plunged her fingers into her cunt, and then 
her ass. Alice shifted with discomfort as the woman probed her insides. When the 
woman pulled her finger from Alice's ass the glove was streaked with shit. 

"Open wide," the woman said.

Alice did as she was told and the woman, pushed the shit covered digit inside, 
and with the other hand slapped her face, "Hasn't he taught you anything, suck 
it clean," she said.

Shocked by the sudden blow, Alice closed her lips and started to suck on the 
finger, the mixture of rubber and shit was extremely bitter, and it made Alice 
gag. The woman kept her finger inside so Alice started to work with her tongue 
thankful that it didn't taste any worse. 

After a few minutes the woman took her finger from Alice's mouth, "You my dear 
are in better shape than I've ever seen." She then gave Alice a tetanus shot.

"Can I have babies?" she asked meekly and braced herself to he struck again.

The blow never came instead, the woman laughed, "The biggest problem for you is 
getting pregnant my dear, our most hated Paul has a habit of killing the girls 
he gets pregnant there and then. So I'm putting you on the pill, Paul knows you 
have them and will give you a new load when they run out, but it is up to you to 
take them." With that the woman rummaged through her bag and took out the small 
pack of tablets, "You do know how to do this yes?"

The girl nodded, "My mother made me get them when I started to go out with 
Andy," she said.

"Good," she gave the packet to Alice, and took out a second packet; "These are 
for Beth, best to be safe, hey."

"Yes."

"Good now time for a little fun I think. Our Paul has said I can use you and 
your little sister for a bit. Now doesn't that sound fun."

Alice licked her lips, she had never considered herself attracted to other women 
in any way but now she found herself turned on by the prospect of being used by 
this woman.

Mistress laughed, "Shit gal, you are more turned on than I am. I think we shall 
start by whipping your gorgeous body. How does that sound to you my dear?"

"If you want, Mistress" answered Alice meekly.

The woman smiled at her, "I heard you stood and actually asked our Paul to whip 
you, I'm not quite that cruel but I know that I want to whip your cunt. So do I 
have to force you or will you sit on the cage and open your legs like a good 
slave."

"I'll be a good slave," said Alice. Her heart was picking up speed and pounded 
in her chest so hard it sounded like thunder to her although she was pretty sure 
it couldn't be heard by anyone else. She drew a breath into her tight chest and 
perched herself on top of the cage. The chicken wire bit into her ass and her 
back as she lay down. Alice could feel her pussy dribbling with fluid, as she 
opened her legs she gripped the chicken wire and braced herself. 

Alice heard Mistress rummaging through the medical bag and then felt the leather 
stroke her pussy. Alice couldn't help but look at what the woman was going to 
use on her; it was a cat-o-nine tails, it had a short handle but the leather 
thongs were long and made of thick tough leather. It was a whip designed to 
hurt, and nothing else. That excited Alice, she put her head back down and 
closed her eyes. "Now dear," said Mistress, "I don't expect for you to keep your 
legs open, while I whip you but I do expect you to resume the position as 
quickly as possible any dawdling and I will start over, as it is I think ten 
should be good to start with don't you."

"Yes Mistress." 

Alice braced but the sheer agony of the blow was unexpected, she screamed as the 
pain exploded in her cunt and her legs closed, but remembering the words of 
Mistress she quickly opened her legs again ready for another blow. The second 
was directed across the inside of her right thigh although the effect was the 
same, Alice screamed, but this time managed to keep her legs in the same place, 
she was determined to get this over with quickly. The remaining blows were dealt 
in much the same way alternating between her pussy and inside thighs Alice threw 
her legs together and clutched her tortured pussy after almost every blow but 
quickly spread her legs to receive the next blow. She lost count somewhere after 
four and the pain just seemed to seep into one long continuos agony finally 
Mistress said, "Paul was right you seriously are a Slut your enjoying this 
aren't you?"

Alice gasped, "Yes Mistress." It was true the burning pain in her pussy was 
seeping through her, oh it hurt like hell but the pain was just so good.

"Well my little slut up you get and on your knees in front of me," said 
Mistress.

Alice did as she was told sitting up she got off the cage and knelt in front of 
the woman, who reached behind her and unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to 
the ground. Alice stared straight at the woman's cunt that was shaved bare, 
Alice shifted the juices of her own cunt were dripping down her legs. "You've 
licked cunt yes?"

Alice nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Good well show me what you can do."

Alice leant forwards and pushed her tongue into the woman's cunt, it smelt awful 
but didn't taste too bad, noting like Hanna. Alice tried to do what she'd done 
with Hanna only to be corrected at every turn by the woman. Alice was only 
thankful that she wasn't punishing her, and she even felt a strange sense of 
pride when the woman told her that she was doing well for a beginner. Alice 
distantly registered the sound of a cigarette lighter, it made her want a fag or 
even better a joint, but that thought lasted only a flutter of a second before 
it and all other thoughts were brushed away by the searing agony in the centre 
of her back. Alice screamed, she'd never felt anything like it. She threw 
herself back and the woman laughed, as Alice slammed into the cage the.

Mistress stood there holding a fag, she laughed and flicked it to the floor, 
only about a quarter of an inch had been smoked, immediately Alice knew she'd 
put it out on her. "I just wanted to see how you would react. Now get back here 
now."

Sniffing back her tears Alice pushed herself back to her knees and moved in 
front of Mistress. The pain in her back wouldn't go. This wasn't nice pain it 
was a dull constant throb. She looked up at mistress through her tears but all 
the woman did was say, "I hear you love piss slut well you can have mine."

Alice opened her mouth and waited as the woman stood over her pushed her pussy 
over her mouth and pissed. The liquid quickly filled her mouth and Alice 
swallowed as fast as she could the taste was sickening but not as much as it had 
been the night before.

Finally Alice pulled away and gave one last swallow to try and clear the taste 
from her mouth with little success. Mistress went back to her bag and opening it 
she took out a pair of nipple clamps. She threw them to the floor by Alice and 
said, "Put them on."

Alice picked up one of the two clips and looked suspiciously at it, it was made 
of chrome with flat jaws unlike the pointed teeth that Master used.  A single 
small leaver opened the clamp and also closed it very tight. Alice slowly put it 
over her nipple and started to press the leaver. She didn't get very far before 
she stopped and looked up at mistress, "Oh for fuck sakes girl we'll be here all 
day if you keep up like that just push the fucking leaver already," she said.

Alice took a deep breath and pushed the leaver shut. Her nipple felt like it was 
on fire, she clenched her fists to stop herself from trying to pull the thing 
off and took short sharp breaths to stop herself from screaming. Slowly the pain 
died a little, and strangely started to flow through her down her belly and 
making her cunt burn more with desire. Alice reached down and took the second 
clamp and with no fuss quickly closed it on the other nipple. Alice let out a 
pained moan and pulled on her hair to stop herself from trying to rip the clamps 
off. It was just so much pain. 

"Good slave," said Mistress and she stroked Alice's hair back down. 

Alice smiled at Mistress, she was a good slave, the sound of that filled her 
with pride.

"Now slave I want to use Hanna, I want you to hold her so I can whip her back." 

The fantasy shattered and the pain laced through her body, but Alice liked the 
pain now it was all warm and fuzzy, but "I won't do anything to hurt Hanna." She 
said, "I will do whatever you want but leave her alone."

Mistress looked amused and Alice knew this was going to hurt but she didn't care 
she was strong for Hanna and Beth. She could take the pain they couldn't. "You 
stupid bitch."

That was all that Mistress said and she took a key from her bag and went to the 
door and unlocked it. Going from the room she locked the door behind her. Alice 
suddenly was filled with fear, was she going to get Master? Would he be angry 
with her?

Mistress's absence only lasted for two minutes before the door reopened and she 
entered carrying two sets of leather cuffs one larger than the other, and a 
small plain brown box about eight inches in length four inches wide and two 
inches deep. Mistress closed and locked the door and the put the box on the 
floor, it sounded like it was filled with loose change or chains. Something 
metal anyway, Alice wondered what it was and just how it would be used to hurt 
her. All of the images that flashed through her mind only served to excite her 
even more.

Mistress passed the two sets of cuffs to Alice and said, "Put them on, the big 
ones on your ankles."

Alice sat down on the cold floor to strap her feet into the cuffs, and then her 
hands. The chains that held the cuffs together were both only two inches long 
which would make it very hard if not impossible for Alice to walk in them. 
"Stand up."

Alice stood, Mistress walked and stood behind her and placed her hands on her 
hips, "I want you to jump and put the cuffs into the hook, I'll help you but 
every time you miss I'll put a cigarette out on your nipples."

"Yes Mistress," Alice said.

It took four attempts for Alice to finally get the chain over the hook when she 
succeeded her arms were almost pulled from their sockets as she fell on her own 
weight. Her nipples were in agony where the clamps had flailed up and down as 
she was jumping. She watched in terror as Mistress took out a fag and lit it up. 
The woman took two long drags, and moved over to Alice, she took hold of one of 
the nipple clamps and pulled it as far as it would go before Alice's body came 
with it. Then she took the cigarette from her lips and pressed it out on her 
pink aureole. Alice screamed as the pain shot through her tit her body shook and 
she started hyperventilate, as the woman re-lit the cigarette and pressed it out 
on the other nipple, just behind the clamp.

Alice cried out as the pain bombarded her from the other tit, and it wasn't over 
the woman lit the cigarette again and pressed it out on the same spot. Alice 
gave a strangled cry. Tears flowed freely down her face.

 "I bet you wish you held her now?" said Mistress.

Alice defiantly shook her head, and the woman smiled at her and went over to the 
small box she opened the lid and Alice could see what was in it. They were meat 
skewers about eight inches long. Alice cried out, "No you can't please don't use 
them on me!"

"Well I'll let you decide," said Mistress, "I'll either use them on you or 
Hanna."

Alice screamed, "Use them on me don't hurt Hanna." She said.

Mistress took two of the skewers and walked over to the hanging Alice, "I'm 
going to press these through your tits." She said. Then took a clamps and pulled 
it out. She rested the point on the same spot she had burned the girl and smiled 
at her. "This is really going to fucking hurt."

Alice screamed.

Mistress started to push the skewer. Alice screamed as her flesh gave way. The 
pain burst through her. It seemed like forever in pain before Mistress let go of 
the first skewer, as the point bit into the skin under her tits, pressed in by 
its own weight, though not enough to pierce the skin. Alice gasped her eyes 
rolled into her head and she blacked out.

Only to cough awake moments later staring at Mistress holding a small vial in 
front of her nose, "There will be none of that,"

Alice tried to speak only to discover that while she had been out she'd been 
gagged. So she moaned as the second skewer was brought before her. Alice 
screamed and tried to get away but suspended as she was there was no where to 
go. Her nipple was stretched to make space and the point was pressed on the dark 
spot where she'd been burnt. Mistress started to press down. It took several 
moments for her flesh to give way and with it her world exploded in pain. 
Colours danced in front of her eyes but she didn't pass out. Not this time. 
There was no blessed relief. Alice just hung there screaming nearly delirious 
with pain.


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