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A Psychopath and His Toys, Chapter 8
Alocer Loki 2001
The Story codes are: (M/ffgg, teen, pedo, tort, rape, sad, nc, scat)

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 8

Becky stood facing the brick wall, naked except for a pair of four-inch heeled, 
red leather shoes. Her calves burned, and her back ached. But it was her feet, 
squashed into a pair of shoes a size too small that hurt the most. Yet she dared 
not move, Becky stood motionless staring at the wall.

Becky had no idea of the time, apart from when she'd first stripped down it had 
been two o'clock in the afternoon and now it was getting dark. She hadn't 
managed to stay standing for the whole time, and had taken frequent breaks, but 
they had been quick because if Paul caught her sitting there was no telling what 
he would do. 

Her body still held the scars from her last visit, and would hold many of them 
until she died, even if she lived until she was a hundred. Becky felt a twinge 
of fear creep into her stomach; her Mistress had told her that Paul wouldn't 
kill her, but Becky wasn't sure if her Mistress was just trying to calm her 
nerves. Or trying to convince herself or both.

The sound of stones crunching behind her drew Becky's attention back to the 
world. Her heat began to race, but Becky didn't turn around. Paul would punish 
her if she turned around. It might not even be Paul at all, that thought had 
haunted Becky all day, it might be someone who'd been watching her stand naked, 
and he was coming to rape her. Becky found herself excited by that thought, even 
though she had never been attracted to men, the thought of being dominated and 
hurt always turned Becky on.

She didn't move, she was a slave and slaves always obeyed orders. Especially if 
those orders came from Paul, Becky had no intention of trying his patience, she 
was his property, and he would dispose of her if she proved too troublesome.

Somebody touched her ass, and with both hands was squeezing the white globes of 
flesh, Becky didn't move. The touch hurt, she realised she must have got sunburn 
during the hours of staring at the wall.

The hands slowly moved up her back and ran gently over the scars that littered 
her flesh, then her assailant placed a light kiss on the back of her neck. 
Becky's heart leapt, this couldn't be Paul.

"Have you been waiting long?" the voice was Paul's.

Becky sighed, it was Paul, then her heart started to race again. It was Paul! 
"Since two o'clock," said Becky.

 "That's almost seven hours," Paul laughed, "fuck me you must be patient, you 
got a book hidden somewhere? To be honest I completely forgot you were coming 
over tonight."

He had forgotten, Becky felt her heart sink, he had forgotten. She could be at 
home with her Mistress instead of in the company of this madman, "No master I 
don't have a book."

"Turn around let me look at you," he ordered.

Slowly Becky turned to face her owner. Paul leant down and placed his mouth 
hers, Becky parted her lips and kissed back hoping to that he wouldn't find 
something wrong, some excuse to hurt her. She could smell drink on his breath. 

"Well my little slut what shall we do with you?" 

Becky knew the question wasn't directed at her so made no attempt to answer.

"Have you sat down at all since you've been standing here?"

Becky lowered her head, "Yes master, a few times."

"I see, you do realise I am going to have to punish you for that?"

"Yes Master."

Excitement and fear was building inside of Becky, her chest felt tight, and her 
pussy wet. She couldn't decide whether to cum or to run.

"Put your hands behind your head," instructed Paul.

Becky felt a tinge of relief, if he was going to punish her out here it wouldn't 
be too bad. A little painful but Becky liked a little pain. She put her hands 
behind her head and thrust out her chest guessing that Paul's intentions would 
be directed towards her ample breasts.

Instead his hand went to her cunt. Becky groaned as three fingers were pushed 
inside her soaking hole. "For somebody who doesn't like men," Paul said, "You 
make one fuck of a good job being excited for me."

Becky kept quiet, it wasn't Paul that excited her but the prospect of what he 
was going to do to her. He pulled his hand from her cunt. Paul took hold of her 
nipples and pulled her tits forwards, Becky leant back a bit further to help 
stretch her own jugs for her owner. The pain burned behind each nipple, and it 
felt good. She looked down at her stretched out breasts, that only a few months 
before had been flawless unmarked skin. Now cuts, scars, whip marks, and burns 
decorated nearly every inch of them. Paul smiled at her, "They do look nice 
don't they. I'm going to add to your collection here, I think, I'm feeling 
violent today, and your lucky I've got some new girls or it would be you who'd 
take the brunt of it." He said, and released her tits.

Fear finally overtook pleasure and Becky started to tremble. She didn't dare to 
speak out of turn. Just started at Paul wondering just what he had planned for 
her.

Paul opened the front door and walked in.

All Becky could do was limp after him. She closed the door and hurried as 
quickly as possible into the living room. Paul lounged on the sofa, holding the 
remote control. The TV was on and it showed a scene taken on a surveillance 
camera. There was a steam filled shower room, a girl was slumped against the 
wall, she made no obvious movements, behind her steaming water was shooting both 
from the floor as well as from the showerhead. "Is this a film?" asked Becky. 

Paul smiled, "You could say that, but no, at least not yet, it's a camera in my 
cellar. Do you think she's dead? I mean she's being held up by her throat."

Becky didn't say anything and just stared at the screen. Was she dead? She 
certainly wasn't moving. Although Becky knew he killed the girls he kidnapped, 
she had never seen one dead. The girl jerked and her feet scrambled against the 
floor to right herself.

"Ah," said Paul, "I guess not. Now lets see, the keys are on the table, I want 
you to go to the store cupboard in the cellar and get me," he paused for a 
moment, "Oh I don't know, there should be a long thin cane down there. Kind of 
looks like it's made from wire. That should make you scream I think, go and get 
that."

"Err, yes master."

"While you are down there if you want to have a look at her I'll understand, she 
is pretty. Remind her that her feet are outside of the circle." Becky took the 
keys from the coffee table and headed for the cellar. As soon as the door opened 
a scream met her. Becky shivered, she walked inside and closed the door behind 
her. The air was hot and humid, and the stairs a little damp. Careful of her 
four-inch heels Becky made her way down the steps.

Blocking out the noise of the screams, Becky walked as fast as her aching legs, 
and feet would let her. When she reached the store cupboard she was forced to 
lean against it for a few moments to let the pain in her calves come down to a 
more bearable level. Becky opened the cupboard and looked straight at where the 
canes lay in a stack. The cane Paul was on about was quickly evident. It was 
about four-foot in length, very thin and made from what Becky guessed was steel, 
but it was surprisingly springy. Becky took it and down and turned it around in 
her hand. This one was really going to hurt. With her fingers clutched on the 
steel cane she headed towards the screaming. 

The shower room was thick with steam, the screaming had stopped by the time 
Becky got there, but she could hear sobbing. A beautiful girl leant against the 
wall, "Your feet aren't in the circle." Becky said.

The teen's had shot up, and in a rasping voice she said, "Who are you?"

Becky put the cane on the floor and walked into the steam filled room, she moved 
close enough to see the girl properly. She had to move around the two jets of 
water, to get close enough. The water was obviously very hot and Becky had no 
desire to scold her already sunburnt flesh any further. "I'm Becky. I'm in the 
same position as you."

The girl gave a smile, Becky felt her heart flutter, this girl was beautiful, 
"Yes he is the master, my fucking back is hurting and my cunt feels like I've 
got hot coals in it." She spoke almost in a whisper.

Becky knew the feeling when her throat was so raw from screaming it hurt to 
breath, "My back hurts, I was stood outside in the sun all day with no clothes. 
My legs hurt and my feet are killing me."

"Outside? Why didn't you run away, he wouldn't be able to catch you."

"Because if I ran away he'd kill my mistress. Don't worry about it, I can't run 
away because I would die if I couldn't be with my mistress. And my mistress is 
his property. Which means I'm his property."

"Mistress?"

Becky smiled, "You met her last night."

"The doctor? She hurt Hanna," said the girl, "She's only six, and she hurt her. 
I hate her."

"Hanna, is that your sister? Shit I'm sorry. I can't help what I feel. Do you 
think I like being beaten and burned by fucking Paul."

"Why not," muttered the girl, "I do. I-I think I love him."

Becky shivered, a deep sense of pity welled up inside her, she could feel the 
bile rise in her throat, this girl didn't know her fate, "I've really got to go, 
he's going to give me a beating of a lifetime as it is."

"Is he pissed off with me?"

"He's been nice to me so far, and considering nice is him beating my cunt until 
I pass out, I really wouldn't want to be here if he's pissed off, and looking at 
the state of you. God I'll talk to him, shit he is going to hurt me for this, 
I've got to go. You understand, and please try and stay in the circle."

"I can't get there, but I'll try," whispered Alice.

Becky left the room and picked up the cane again, she rubbed the tears from her 
eyes and headed back to Paul.

Paul was watching the news. There was a photograph of the teen, along with two 
younger girls. The picture blinked off and the newsreader started on the next 
story. Paul switched off the TV and turned to Becky, "How is she?" he asked.

"What did she do Master? To deserve that?"

Paul shook his head, "Nothing. I just felt like it, she deserves it because 
she's a pretty fuck slave."

Becky looked down, "If I ask you something will you punish me?" she asked.

"Most probably if you have to ask that."

"If you would please master, could you I don't know, let her have a rest, she's 
in a bad state. She told me she loved you."

Paul smiled, that smile made Becky shiver, he looked amused, "I've got plans for 
that fuck toy, and I need you to help, she'll have plenty of time to rest 
afterwards. Now no more chit-chat, give me the cane. Now lay back on the chair, 
spread your legs as wide as you can I want to make this hurt. Put a cushion over 
your face but be careful not to smother yourself because if you die I'll have to 
kill Anne as well and I'm sure that you don't want that."

"No master," said Becky.

Becky walked over to the armchair and lay down. She raised her legs up and 
spread them wide. She pulled a cushion from beside her and pulled it tight over 
her face. Her eyes screwed shut and her entire body tensed. She knew if she 
dared shut her legs she'd be punished even more. 

She heard the sharp thwack before she felt it, but the pain came almost 
instantly after. It rippled through her body. All Becky could do was to tense 
her legs and scream. 

The blows came at a slow methodical pace though where they hit seemed to be 
completely random. Whether it was her cunt thighs or ass that took the blow. Her 
cunt and legs were engulfed in agony.

 Finally they stopped, a hand took the cushion and pulled it away, and Becky 
gasped in air. She looked through her tear-blurred eyes at her Master. In his 
hand he held the cane. His clothes were stained in flecks of blood. 

It vaguely occurred to Becky that it was her blood, she forced herself to sit up 
so she could look at her cunt. She stared at the cut and bruised flesh between 
her thighs. It was torn up and bleeding a lot. What was strange was that it 
didn't hurt anymore.

"You're bleeding on my chair," said Paul.

Becky looked at him, he looked odd, her vision went black.



*****

Paul laid one unconscious teen on the floor and turned to the other. The water 
was now off, and Alice hung against the wall, her breaths were short and rasping 
due mostly to her airway being blocked by the collar. Paul grabbed her hair and 
lifted her head to relive some of the pressure from her airway and allow the 
blood to flow from her head. He unlocked the collar. He dragged the girl across 
the floor and laid her next to Becky. 

 Reaching into his pocket Paul took out two vials of smelling salts and snapped 
them under the girls' noses. Becky was quick to wake, and stared up at Paul with 
a look of discomfort and pain on her face. The physically and emotionally 
exhausted, Alice took several minutes and at least a dozen slaps on the face to 
wake her up fully.

She stared up at him, tears dripping from her eyes and a nasty red mark across 
her cheek. She said nothing, just stared at Paul. "Is it true you told Becky you 
love me?" he asked in his most sincere voice.

The teen turned her head to look at Becky and then looked up at Paul, and 
nodded.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking talk ever!" Paul shouted into her face.

Alice stared up at Paul, "Master I..."

Paul struck the teen on the face with his fist and the girl's head hit against 
the floor hard. Alice cried loudly. Paul stood up and kicked Alice in the side 
producing a loud scream from the teenager. "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted and 
kicked her again in the same spot, "Get the fuck up both of you." Paul kicked 
Alice again. She screamed.

The two girls slowly climbed to their feet. "You're going too fucking slow," he 
said and grabbed Alice by the hair, he pulled her up and punched her in the 
stomach. Alice folded forwards, with a noiseless cry. Paul to slam his fist into 
Becky's stomach. Becky cried out and lent forwards. 

The two girls with renewed vigour hurried to their feet. They stared at him 
waiting for what he would do next. "Follow me," he said.

Paul led the two girls down the hallway, and down a short set of steps. The 
hallway opened out into a single large room with eight doors leading out of it. 
The room was empty except for a cement mixer sat against the east most wall and 
a large chest freezer against the west most wall.

The Cement mixer stood still with a single bag of cement sat next to it, a lead 
trailed under the door. The large door to the freezer leant open against the 
wall. Paul headed over to the freezer and leaning behind it flipped the switch. 
A quiet buzzing could be heard coming from it and Paul dropped the lid down. He 
then walked over to the third door in and pushed it open. Inside the room was 
dark, Paul reached on the wall on his right and flipped the switch. After a few 
seconds the light flicked on. "Right down you go," Paul said.

The two girls walked in past Paul and down a set of stairs into a completely 
empty eight by twelve-foot room. The only remarkable thing about the room was 
that instead of the polished stone floor of the rest of the cellar, this room 
had a loose earth floor."Alice pick a spot, and start digging, I want a hole big 
enough for you to lay down in, and a few foot deep. Becky you help her dig it. 
I'll be back in a few moments with something to eat and I want to see you 
started by then." Paul shut the door and locked it.

He chuckled to himself. He headed for the 'holding room' stopping only to get a 
bucket from the store cupboard; he was going to fix something for the bitch 
whores to eat.

Paul pushed open the door to the holding room, and stepped in. Beth quickly 
scurried to the rear of the cage, but Hanna stayed where she was sat near the 
front of the cage, she was humming a tune softly to herself, but when she looked 
up at Paul she stopped, and started at him.

Paul smiled at the girls, "Come on now both of you get out here."

Both girls just sat staring at him.

Paul sighed, and walked over to the front of the cage. He slipped a small key 
into a small hole in the top corner of the cage. Then repeated it with the other 
corner. He took a few steps back and let the front of the cage fall to the 
floor. Toy's often refused to leave their cage. Paul crouched down in front of 
the cage, and Hanna shrank back into the corner next to Beth. "If I have to take 
the top off this fucking cage, I will be pissed off so I suggest you both get 
out here now."

The two pre-teens looked at each other, then both turned and crawled towards 
Paul. As soon as they were in arms length, Paul grabbed both of them by the hair 
and dragged them out. The two children screamed as Paul pulled them to their 
feet. "Don't you ever do that again!" he shouted at them. 

Paul turned around pulling the children with him. He then walked forwards 
between the girls twisting their hair so that he could put his arms down and 
dragged the two screaming children along behind him out of the holding room and 
down the hall. All the while both girls screamed at him to stop, but Paul 
ignored the pleas. 

Paul dragged Hanna and Beth into a small room, the only thing inside the room 
was a long bench about three and a half-foot from the ground, it extended four-
foot back to the wall, and was six foot wide. Attached to the wall were several 
sets of handcuffs spaced a foot apart. 

Paul threw the two children against the bench. They both hit the wood hard and 
fell to the floor, in tears. Paul moved forwards and grabbed Beth by the arm. He 
lifted her up and forced her over the bench where he chained her hands to a pair 
of cuffs. The child was just tall enough to stand of the tips of her toes. 

Paul reached down and lifted Hanna from the floor and cuffed her next to her 
sister. Hanna wasn't tall enough and her feet were left off of the floor she 
cried loudly, and whimpered several words though Paul couldn't understand her 
sobbed pleas. "Shut up." He shouted at them.

The two children fell silent, but for faint sobs and sniffs. 

"Right you two little sluts. I was going to be nice and let you go to the 
toilet, but being the stupid little fuck whores you are, you decided to disobey 
me. So you are going to be punished," Paul said.

Paul quickly left the room, to go to the store cupboard to get two ball gags, 
and a cat-o-nine tails. He selected a whip with long thick tails that promised 
to do damage to the smooth soft skin of the pre-teen fuck toys. Paul considered 
to going back to the holding room to grab his bucket, but he wanted to see the 
children squirm now, so he grabbed another one from the store cupboard. Paul 
smiled to himself, and carried the things back to the trembling and crying 
girls.

Paul put the whip on the bench between the girls. When Hanna saw the cat she 
screamed, "No!" she cried, "Please don't hit me! Not with the cat."

Paul reached down and grabbed Hanna by the hair. He pulled her head back and she 
screamed. Paul pushed the rubber ball of the gag between her teeth. This gag was 
designed for small children so easily fitted Hanna's mouth. Paul fastened the 
strap behind the girls head, and pushed her face into the wooden bench.

Paul grabbed Beth's hair. Her head came back and she let out a loud whimper but 
opened her mouth wide for the gag. At least this slut was learning something. 
Paul pushed in the ball and fastened the gag behind her head and let go of the 
child's hair. "Right, as Hanna guessed, I am going to whip you two disobedient 
sluts, and I'm adding an extra punishment because you are both cutesy little 
slave sluts."

Both girls let out muffled cries, Paul grinned his cock pressed hard against his 
jeans, and he wanted desperate relief, "Also," he added, "I'm going to fuck you 
both in the bum, and I'm doing that because I'm a bastard and I enjoy it." 

Paul chuckled to himself and placed the bucket under Hanna's legs, if she had an 
accident which was pretty likely, he wanted to save her piss and shit. "Listen 
slut," he said, "If you kick this bucket over I'll kick you, so I suggest you 
don't move your legs too much." He then grabbed the cat. 

Paul gently stroked the whip over Hanna's tiny plump bum, her back and her legs. 
If positioned right Paul could whip the child's entire body with one stroke of 
this whip. She wasn't in the position for that, but it didn't matter. As he 
pulled the whip away a thin stream of piss ran down the child's leg, it dripped 
into the metal bucket. She really did remember what this was like. "Hanna you 
stupid slut, what have I told you about pissing yourself. Remember what happened 
last time you did that, I am afraid you've earned yourself an extra punishment 
on top of what you are already going to get."

Paul lifted the whip above his head and brought it down across Hanna's back with 
as much force as he could muster. The scream was beautiful the child's body 
convulsed and her bowels released sending several lumps of shit into the bucket 
with a splash. Paul giggled, "Well fuck me girl you are a glutton for 
punishment. That's even more pain you've just earned yourself. Shit baby slut, 
I'm going to have to hurt you really bad now."

Hanna let out a loud moan.

Paul turned to Beth; he put his hand to down to her tiny ass and pushed a finger 
into the small hole. Beth groaned, and tried to pull her ass away. Paul pulled 
his finger out and gave the girl a rough slap on the ass with his hand. Beth 
gave a quiet yelp. Paul smiled and gently placed the whip on Beth's ass, he 
stroked it up her back, "And because I'm a bastard whatever I give baby Hanna 
you are going to get the same."

Beth moaned, Paul guessed that she was trying to say something, but couldn't 
understand what. Neither did he care. He lifted the cat and landed a hard blow 
across Beth's ass. Beth squealed into the gag. 

Paul turned back to Hanna. He reached down between the six-year-olds thighs and 
forced two fingers into her tiny cunt. Hanna moaned and kicked her legs at him. 
Paul grinned and pulled his fingers out. He lifted the whip and swung it 
viciously against Hanna's ass. 

Paul gave both the children ten vicious blows across their backs, ass, and legs. 
By ten both girls hung across the bench crying loudly. Paul grabbed Hanna's hair 
and pulled her head back. Her eyes didn't focus on him but rather just stared 
dreamily into space. Paul reached into his pocket and took out two vials of 
smelling salts. He snapped one under Hanna's nose, and slapped her face several 
times to bring her back to the world. She stared directly at him with big, blue, 
tear-filled, and bloodshot eyes. Paul smiled at her, "Now darling I want you to 
do your wee and poo into the bucket." He said.

Hanna grunted. 

Paul sighed and unfastened the gag and pulled it from her mouth, "What was 
that?" he said.

"I can't sir, I've just been." Hanna mumbled.

Paul yanked back on Hanna's hair producing a loud cry from the child, "Listen to 
me you little fuck hole," he hissed, "I didn't want you to shit and piss then, I 
want you to do it now. You can either do it or I will whip you twenty more 
times. Is that clear slut."

"OW Yes!" cried Hanna. 

Paul let go of the child's hair and picked lifted the whip up, "You've got 
twenty seconds. And my pet you've earned yourself another punishment on top of 
what you already have."

Hanna's tiny body tensed, after a number of seconds, a small trail of piss, ran 
down the child's leg and dripped from her toes into the bucket. She grunted and 
a single lump of shit squeezed from her ass and fell into the bucket. Paul 
smiled and stroked the child's hair, "I'm also going to whip you twenty more 
times, because you lied to me about not being able to piss and shit any more."

"What!" cried Hanna, "But I..." the child trailed off into incomprehensible 
sobs. 

"But that's for later darling so don't worry yet."

Paul grabbed the bucket and pushed it between Beth's legs, "Remember cunt on top 
of any punishment you get, you also get the same as Hanna."

Beth whined.

"And you've already earned yourself one punishment for that fucking noise." Said 
Paul, "Now I suggest you do you're shit and piss. Because you are older I'll 
give you five seconds to start. After five, I'll whip you for every two seconds 
until I'm satisfied you've done enough."

Beth whined again. Her body tensed, Paul smiled and took hold of the whip, 
"Five," he said, and started to whip the nine-year-old girl. The child screamed, 
and her legs flayed. Paul had to put his foot on the bucket to stop Beth from 
kicking it over. Finally after eight strokes of the cat, Beth pissed herself. 
The yellow liquid splashed into the bucket. Paul stopped and patted the child on 
the head, "What no shit?" he asked. 

Beth moaned, and grunted. After a few seconds a long piece of shit squeezed 
itself from her ass and dropped into the bucket.

Paul smiled, "Ah there we go. You of course will be punished for lying to me." 

Paul ran his hands over the Beths, ass, "I know that Alice and Becky are 
expecting their dinner but I suppose one fuck won't take too long," he said, and 
reached up to take off Beth's gag.

As soon as the ball left her mouth the child moaned, "Oh please stop hurting 
me," she sobbed.

Paul laughed, "I'm going to clean your bum with my fingers, and I want you to 
clean them off okay."

Beth moaned, "But that's disgusting."

Paul grabbed Beth's hair and pulled her head back, "Not as fucking disgusting as 
it will be to eat all of the shit from that bucket," he hissed, "You've got a 
choice clean your bum, or eat all of the shit in the bucket."

Beth screamed, "Okay, please I'll lick my poo from your fingers."

Paul shoved two fingers of his free hand between the girl's ass crack and 
scraped the remaining shit off with his fingers. He held the shit covered digits 
over Beth's face. The child started at them for a moment before opening her 
mouth. Paul smeared shit over the child's lips before putting his fingers into 
her mouth. Beth retched at the taste of her shit on her tongue but closed her 
mouth and started to suck. The child gagged, and choked on the bitter taste.

"Don't you dare be sick," warned Paul.

Beth moaned around his fingers. Paul held his fingers inside the child's mouth 
for several minutes. He pulled them from her lips and took a step back, "Now 
slut," he said, "I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Oh no!" cried Beth.

Paul unzipped his jeans and took his stiff cock in his hand; he placed the fat 
head against the child's tiny ass hole. He started to apply pressure to the tiny 
opening. Beth sobbed. She screamed when his cock finally forced its way into her 
ass hole.

Paul grunted, he pulled out a few inches and rising another cry from Beth forced 
it back in. He pounded at the sobbing child's ass for several minutes before he 
finally pulled out of her. He pointed his cock at the bucket and with a few 
strokes from his hand he shot his load across the piss and shit.



*****

The key turned in the lock, and for several moments the room was silent. Alice 
fell to her knees, her hands covered her face and she sobbed loudly, "Oh god, oh 
god," she cried.

Becky crouched by Alice and put her arm around the girl's shoulders, she wanted 
to say something to her, to comfort her but couldn't find the words. 

Alice rested her head on Becky's shoulder, "Oh god, he's going to kill me. Oh 
god," she moaned. The teens body was shaking, "Oh fuck, he's going to kill me, I 
think I'm going to be sick."

Becky was feeling sick herself, if Paul was going to kill Alice then it was her 
who'd be made to watch. Maybe even to help in killing her, "Please don't be 
sick," she said, "He'll punish us for sure if your sick, and he'll make us eat 
it again."

"He's going to kill me!" Alice shouted.

Becky closed her mouth and hugged Alice. There was nothing else she could do, 
but she knew what they had to do, Becky took several deep breaths, "Come on, 
we've got to dig the hole."

Alice pulled away from Becky and glared at the girl, "He's going to kill me... 
Oh god he's making me dig my own grave. Oh shit. Why is he doing this?"

Becky knew the answer but that wasn't what Alice needed to hear, "He's trying to 
prove that you do love him," she said, "You told him you love him, and he wants 
to make sure you will do anything. Even dig your own grave. Yes."

Alice wiped her eyes, "Yes. That's it," she said, "He wants to make sure I'm 
obedient. That I am a good slave."

Alice put her hands into the dirt floor and started to scrape the earth away. 
Becky knelt next to her and helped. It was going to take a long time to dig a 
hole big enough, when all they had to dig with was their hands.

The two girls dug in silence for what seemed like forever but progress was slow, 
and the hole took a long time even to take shape. The key turned in the lock 
again and the door swung open. Paul entered carrying a large bucket in one hand, 
and a cat-o-nine tails in the other. He made his way down the steps and put the 
bucket down in front of them. From the smell alone it was obvious it was shit in 
the bucket, Becky had a feeling that this was their food for the evening.

"Okay," said Paul, "We're going to make this quick, I've got two gorgeous pre-
teens, upstairs, and they both are in need of a good torture. Besides I've 
promised Hanna a bum fuck and I am quite eager to give it to her."

Alice let out a small cry.

"Don't worry pet, I'm going to hurt them badly but not as bad as I'm going to 
hurt you. Now both of you stand up in front of me."

The two teenage girls stood up and walked to Paul. They both stood in silence 
with their hands behind their backs.

"Okay, before dinner I want both of you to go to the toilet. Alice first do you 
need a piss or shit?"

Alice shook her head.

Paul struck out striking Alice across the tits with the cat. The teen screamed 
and hugged her chest with her arms. Becky cringed. 

"Yes you do," said Paul.

Alice sniffed back her tears and shook her head.

Paul punched Alice in the stomach. Alice fell to the floor in a flood of tears. 
Becky took a deep breath, and looked down at the teen writhing on the floor. 
Paul stood over her and struck her with the whip several times. Each blow 
brought a new scream from Alice, and left dark red welts across the teens body. 
After around twelve strikes Paul threw the whip at Alice. The handle struck her 
back and bounced off. Paul raised his foot and kicked her in the ribs. He kicked 
the cowering girl five times. He reached down and grabbed Alice by the hair and 
pulled her to her feet, and up so that her face was level with his. "Maybe I 
didn't make myself clear," Paul shouted, and then spat into Alice's face, "You 
are going to take a shit and a piss. I've just had this conversation with both 
your sisters, and they are both the worse for wear because of it."

Alice tried to nod. 

"Good, now, I want you to stand over Becky, she will open her mouth so you can 
put your filthy slut mess into her stomach. I want you to piss first."

Alice slowly got to her feet. She shuffled over to Becky and positioned herself 
over the girls face. She stood motionless for several moments, the only sound in 
the room, were small moans from Alice as she tried to force herself to piss.

Finally a tiny trickle of piss dripped from her cunt. 

Paul snorted, "That isn't enough. You have five seconds to get a decent amount 
into Becky's toilet."

Alice gave a loud moan, but no more piss could be forced from her bladder. Alice 
gave a sudden scream as the whip cut across her back. Alice took a step forwards 
bashing her cunt into Becky's face, and then was dragged back by her hair. 
"Time's up slut. If I wasn't in such a hurry I'd torture you now, but I want to 
hurt your little sisters, so I suggest you take a shit now. If you fail to do so 
I swear I'll make Hanna eat nothing but shit until she dies."

Tears were flowing down Alice's face and she shuffled around to put her ass on 
Becky's face. Again she gave quiet groans as she tried to force, the shit out. 
After several minutes a small turd forced its way past her ass and dropped into 
Becky's mouth. Becky gagged, despite not being able to taste it.  "Well you save 
your sister from a shit only diet," said Paul, "But that wasn't enough to save 
her from a diet of shit with every meal, and the complete re-digestion of all of 
her own waste."

"But I couldn't I can't..." cried Alice.

"Talking is a third act of disobedience. It looks like I'm going to have to give 
you a few lessons on doing exactly what you are told." Paul said, "Becky your 
turn."

Becky stood up and looked at Alice. Alice glanced between Paul and the floor and 
sunk to her knees. She shuffled in front of Becky and put her mouth over the 
girl's cunt. Her cheeks started to bulge as Becky filled her mouth with piss. As 
Alice gulped it down piss dripped from her mouth and down her chest. When Becky 
finished she shifted around to place her ass over Alice's face. 

Alice started at the sunburnt red flesh, then turned to look at Paul. She had a 
look of absolute disgust on her face. Paul grinned at her, "Make sure you eat 
every bit, an be sure to put your tongue in to lick her clean."

Alice turned back to Becky's bum and pushed her open mouth against the crack, 
Becky reached back and pulled her cheeks apart to allow better access. A large 
brown lump started to push from the hole. Alice let out a loud whine as it 
filled her mouth. Paul started to stroke his stiff cock as he watched Alice eat 
the shit from Becky's ass. The teen gagged at every bite from the bitter taste. 

Finally Becky stopped pushing and Alice licked the crack clean. She turned to 
Paul; all the colour had drained from her face. Paul grinned, "Right slut whore 
Alice," he said, "As you may have guessed already, you are digging your own 
grave."

Alice looked at him with despair in her eyes.

"I've not decided if I want to kill you yet, but you have not lived up to my 
expectations so I've decided I'll give you one last chance. For the next few 
days I am going to torture you far more than you've ever imagined possible, you 
will think that eating shit out of this girls ass is a reward after what I'm 
going to do to you, and I am going to make you do nasty things to Hanna, and 
Beth. I mean really hurt them. If you please me over the next few days, I will 
let you live, but if you are disobedient in any way I'll kill you. I will not 
tell you whether you have pleased me or not until I come to kill you, so I 
suggest you just stay obedient. You watched me kill your mother so I assume you 
know I am not kidding." Paul said, he stayed quiet for a few moments just 
looking into the tear filled blue eyes. "Good, your fist order for this test, is 
not to fucking well talk."

"You might think that while I'm torturing you real bad you will not be able to 
stop yourself from talking. Well I don't give a shit. If you talk, I will hurt 
you. Plain and simple. Now Alice did you enjoy eating Becky's shit?"

Alice looked up and shook her head.

"Well that's a shame, because I'm not going to be nice to you, like the doctor 
has been nice to Becky here, I will not destroy your taste buds so you can't 
taste the stuff you are going to eat. So I suggest you get used to it because 
that is all you are going to eat. Maybe for the rest of your life." He pointed 
to the bucket, "There is your dinner, I want Becky to have some as well, and she 
can go first but most of it is for you Alice."

Alice started at the bucket, and screwed up her eyes. She bit her lower lip and 
cried. "Master," said Becky, "How much shall I eat sir?"

Paul smiled at Becky, "As much as you want. That is you will eat some but as 
little as you want. Alice will be punished for every gram she can't eat, but as 
long as you have at least one mouthful you have nothing to worry about."

Becky frowned and walked over to the bucket.

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