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Subject: {ASSM} Paddington Bare, Chapter 2 (M/b MM/gg, pedo, rape, tort,  humiliation, ws, snuff, necro])
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Paddington Bare, Chapter 2
Alocer Loki 2001
Story Codes are: (M/b MM/gg, pedo, rape, tort, humiliation, ws, snuff, necro)

WARNING
	This story can be called nothing short of sick, and is certainly not for 
	those of you who have no desire for the subject matters contained within. 
	Those Subjects include, but are not limited to the rape, torture and 
	murder of preteen girls, and the rape and abuse of a very young boy.
	If you do not enjoy such things, then don't read it.

	I, the author do not condone the actions depicted herin.	

	If you have got past that I am going to assume that, like me, you are a 
	sick fuck that gets off	on the rape and torture of preteens. If not what 
	the fuck are you doing reading this?

	If you wish to contact me, the author I can be reached on 
	Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com
All comments are welcomed
Thanks and enjoy the story


Chapter 2

Kurtis was a cute little boy, to say the least. A little small for his age 
perhaps; standing no more than three foot five, and weighing not a pound over 
three stone. He sat still, sobbing gently, on Nicola's lap with his face pressed 
into the girl's shoulder. His blue jumper, obviously far too large for him, had 
a picture of a train stencilled to the front, the cuffs hung over his small 
hands and the hem reached almost to the knees of his sweet blue jeans. On his 
feet, he wore a pair of navy blue trainers fastened up with a Velcro strap. 
Nicola stroked the boy's thick blond hair and held his little body tight against 
hers. As Dan entered she looked up and shot him a sweet smile. "Here he is, 
Sir," she said. "Didn't I say he was cute?"

Nicola herself was only nine. The moussy blonde girl had a scrawny, tomboy look 
to her, though she was pretty all the same, and commanded quite a price with 
some customers. She could have been mistaken for a boy, dressed in her loose 
jeans and baggy sweatshirt. Her hair tied up under a grey baseball cap completed 
the outfit. The clothes were filthy, almost as if she had been roughhousing in 
them. An attempt to make herself look as much like a boy as possible. Dan knew 
she had many customers who liked to have a girl who looked like a boy, the type 
of man who wouldn't admit to wanting to fuck a boy.

Kurtis turned his head to see who was there. Dan smiled at him and the boy 
seemed to be reassured by the security guard uniform. "I lost my mummy," he 
whined.

Dan nodded. "Nicola, you've outdone yourself," said Dan. "He really is quite 
gorgeous." Dan leant down to the little boy. "It's okay, your Mummy told me that 
you have been a really bad boy and has given you to me."

"I haven't," cried Kurtis.

Dan nodded. "I told her that I had found you and she said that she didn't want 
you any more, and told me I should punish you for running away from her, and 
that I could keep you."

"I want Mummy," sobbed Kurtis.

"Its too late you shouldn't have been a bad girl, Kursty," said Dan.

"Kurtis," moaned the child. "I'm a boy."

Dan's smile warped into a sneer. He pulled himself upright. "You fucking little 
shit!" he roared. "If I tell you're a little girl then you are a fucking girl."

Kurtis tried to shrink back into Nicola but the girl stood up, picking the tiny 
boy up with her and turning him around for Dan. The little boy struggled against 
Nicola's grasp but was unable to get away from her. Dan slapped him across the 
face with his hand and tried again. "Is that clear, slut? You are a girl."
"I'm a boy," sobbed the confused child.

Dan slapped the child again and, this time, the little boy screamed. It sounded 
like a girl, at least. "You are a girl," he insisted.

"But...aieeee," the boy screamed, as he was slapped across the other cheek.

"You are a little girl," said Dan.

The boy was silent as he stared at Dan's raised hand, knowing that it was ready 
to hit him again. "Okay," murmured little Kurtis.

Dan smiled. It could take quite a while to make a boy change his mind about that 
small fact. Sometimes they were so stupid they wouldn't change their mind.

Those boys usually died pretty quickly. "Okay what?" asked Dan.

"I...I am a girl," sobbed the child.

"What is your name?"

"Kurtis," said the boy.

Dan swung his hand, slapping the little boy again. "Wrong."

"Stop it!" cried the boy.

"Then what is your name?" asked Dan.

"K-Kursty," mumbled the child.

Dan smiled. "Now that's better," he said. "How old are you, Kursty?"

"Five." The boy flinched as if he had expected Dan to hit him again.

"Good girl," said Dan. "Now because you were such a bad little girl with your 
mummy, I need to punish you."

"Oh please don't," sobbed Kurtis.

"You should call me 'Sir'," said Dan.

"L-like a teacher?" asked Kurtis.

Dan nodded. "You need to be punished. I am going beat your little willy with 
this stick," he said holding up the cattle prod.

The little boy's big blue eyes expanded and he shook his head. "No Sir, please 
don't," sobbed the child.

"Gag the little cunt," muttered Dan. "I'm sick of her fucking voice."

Nicola reached into her pocket, took out an old rag and pressed it against 
Kurtis's tightly closed lips. The nine-year-old then used her other hand to take 
hold of his hair and pulled back on his head. The boy opened his mouth to scream 
but instead had it filled with the rag.

With the hands of an expert, Nicola instantly produced a second rag and tied it 
around his mouth to keep the first inside then grabbed onto the boy's hands to 
prevent him from taking it out. "Should Nicola slut tie up your new little girl, 
Sir?" asked the child. 

Dan shook his head. "Strip her first," he said.

Nicola gave a little smile and slowly pulled up the boy's sweatshirt. Nicola was 
rather fond of small boys, and had an incredible knack of picking them up. 
Nicola slowly drew up the jumper revealing the pale yellow tee-shirt he wore 
underneath. Dan rubbed the lump in the front of his trousers; already stiff 
despite having fucked Celia only minutes before. 

Whether Kurtis was petrified with fear, or just naturally obedient, he made no 
move to stop Nicola as she pulled up the tee shirt to reveal his pale white 
chest, with its tiny almost white boy nipples. Slowly, she ran her hands over 
his skin down to the button on his jeans placing soft kisses on the back of his 
neck. One thing Nicola could do well was put on a show.

She opened the front of his jeans and pulled them down to his feet revealing the 
little boy's pale blue underpants. She got him to lift up his legs one after the 
other and pulled the jeans over his little trainers. Her hands next went to the 
little boy's underwear. Taking the waistband, she pulled them straight down.

The child's cock stood stiff, maybe due to the attention Nicola was giving him, 
it pointing almost directly upwards. He whined as she took hold of it and 
stroked it for a few moments. Kurtis put his hands down in an attempt to get her 
off. Nicola grabbed them and pulled them behind his back. "Sir, should Nicola 
slut tie him now, Sir?" she asked.

Dan nodded and watched as Nicola pulled out a shoelace from her pocket, and used 
it to bind the boy's hands tightly behind his back. With his hands tied, Nicola 
moved around in front of him, most probably to have a good look before Dan took 
over. She bent over and took the one and a half inch cock in her mouth. After a 
few seconds, she pulled off. "Please Sir, could Nicola slut have the time 
please?" she asked.

Dan glanced at his watch. "Ten past eleven."

Nicola cringed. "Please Sir, can Nicola slut go, Sir?" she said. "She has Mr 
Hodkins today."

Dan let a smile cross his lips. Hodkins was one of Nicola's most loyal and most 
violent customers. The headmaster of the local middle school, he was also 
extremely strict and very fussy about time keeping. "Oh dear, you're ten minutes 
late. That's gonna put you in hospital, isn't it?"

Nicola cringed again. "Maybe Sir. Please Sir."

Dan nodded. The longer he kept her, the worse it would be. He could afford to 
have her visit accident and emergency, but not to spend any length of time 
there. "Thank you Sir," gasped Nicola and she ran from the room.

Dan looked back at the little boy. Kurtis had squirmed his way into the corner 
of the room and his trembling body was huddled close to the floor. Dan lifted up 
the cattle prod. "This," he said, "is my lightning stick. I'm gonna push it onto 
your little balls and zap them." The little boy moaned around his gag.

Shrugging, Dan placed the end of the stick to Kurtis's small naked body and 
pressed the button. The shrill scream could have come from any girl. The body of 
the little boy jolted for several moments. His legs opened, displaying his 
boyhood. Dan took the prod from his back and instantly pressed it against his 
tiny scrotum, and sent the current through it. The boy squealed again and his 
body jerked about. Dan chuckled to himself and put the cattle prod down on the 
floor. As much fun as it was to watch a slut jerk around with the electricity it 
was nothing compared to how it felt to use your own muscle to make them scream.

Dan reached down and, taking the little boy by the hair, heaved him to his feet, 
making the child cry out in fear and pain. Dan hit the child in the stomach with 
his fist, cutting off the scream. Without waiting for the boy to get his breath 
back, Dan turned him over, sticking his fat bum in the air. He pushed a single 
finger into the tight hole. The child whined in pain. "I'm gonna bugger you," 
said Dan. "You should be happy."

Dan chuckled and put the little boy's arse against his crotch. He rubbed the 
white globes against his trousers for a few moments before undoing the fly, 
taking out his cock and pressing it against the tiny hole. He rubbed it there 
for a number of seconds before reaching into his pocket for some lubricant. It 
would get quite uncomfortable to try with out it. The boy let out a loud whine 
as Dan pushed the nozzle inside the little hole. The man applied a liberal 
amount to the little boy's arsehole before pulling the bottle back out and 
dropping it onto the floor.

The middle finger of Dan's left hand was the next thing that found its way up 
the child's arsehole. Dan pushed it in right up to the knuckle. The infant boy 
squirmed in his arms, trying desperately to get away from the pain in his arse. 
The little white arse squirming around was quite a turn on.

Dan fucked the boy with his finger for about a minute distributing the lubricant 
with the motion. Finally, he could no longer resist the fat behind of this cute 
little boy. The man pulled out his finger and replaced it with his fat cock. The 
little boy started to scream as his tiny arsehole was stretched impossibly wide 
around the man's shaft.

The first stroke inwards was slow, well lubricated as the child's arse was. The 
man's cock was still dry, and far too large for the little ring of muscle. As 
soon as the head found its way inside, the rest plunged in quickly. Nearly four 
inches went in on the first push. Dan thought that was good, but not good 
enough. He shifted the small boy so that he held the child off the floor, still 
impaled on his cock. The boy's legs flailed about, kicking desperately against 
Dan's shins, though in his position the boy was unable to get any power behind 
any of the blows.

Dan laughed and pulled two inches of his cock from the child's arse, then 
plunged in three. The scream from behind the gag was almost musical. Dan's grin 
widened. This boy's arse felt good around his cock, Dan pulled out again and 
thrust back in hard. His cock plunged deeper still before hitting resistance. 
Dan grunted and tried again, pushing in harder. This time, he achieved the 
impossible, plunging his entire length into the little boy's tight arse. The 
shrill scream that came from the little slut was quite beautiful, even muffled, 
as it was, by the gag.

Dan sighed and pulled out several inches before plunging hard, deep inside the 
five-year-old boy's arse. Dan repeated the process several times before, 
finally, his balls gave out and he squirted the child full of thick cum.

Dan sighed and let the boy slip from his cock. Blood and cum trailed out and 
down his skinny legs. Dan lifted the child and sat him on his arm. All of the 
fight had long ago drained from him and he just sat still, crying. Dan used his 
free hand to pull open his legs. With a grin, he lifted his arm and, using the 
flat of his hand, hit the little boy's tiny balls. The boy let out a loud whine 
and Dan was able to get in a second blow before his small legs snapped shut.

"You fucking piece of shit," yelled Dan and he let go of the little boy.

 had obviously not been expecting that and hit the floor, landing on his arse. 
Dan reached down and took hold of the little slut's hair. "Bad girl," he 
shouted.

Pulling the little boy across the floor, Dan propped him against the wall and 
knelt down in front of him. Using both of his hands, it was a simple task to 
pull open the small boy's legs to get a good blow or two at his tiny cock and 
balls. Dan amused himself with the small child, pounding away at his genitals 
for a good five minutes while waiting for his cock to come back to life.

Kurtis tried repeatedly to get away and to close his legs but, each time, he was 
manhandled back against the wall and all it achieved was to encourage Dan to 
beat the boy even harder.

Dan finally stopped when his cock told him to. The thick shaft stood up hard, 
begging to be used. He reached for the boy's face and pulled the gag from his 
mouth. There wasn't enough energy in the sweat-coated child to scream. He opened 
his mouth only for a loud sob and began to grizzle loudly. It made the boy look 
quite pretty, at least in Dan's eyes. The man knelt up and took hold of Kurtis' 
hair to pull his head forward. The boy realised what was happening and snapped 
his mouth closed. Dan laughed as he rubbed his cock over the small boy's face. 
"Now my pair of fuck holes," he said, "I suggest you open your fucking mouth."

Kurtis let out a loud moan but did as he was told, opening his little mouth as 
wide as he could. Dan took advantage immediately and thrust his cock in, pushing 
it as hard into the child's mouth as he could. The little boy gagged around the 
fat shaft.

Dan fucked at the little boy's mouth. Occasionally he pulled out just far enough 
to allow Kurtis to breathe but only for a moment each time before forcing his 
cock back into the little boy's throat. Finally he felt the cum rise again and 
he pulled his cock from the infant's mouth to spray his face with cum.

Dan let go of little Kurtis' hair and the boy slumped to the floor where he 
curled up into a tight ball, crying loudly. Dan felt quite pleased with himself. 
"I think you might just make a good little slut," he said.

*****

Nicola ran as fast as her legs would go. Her lungs burned, sweat drenched her 
small body, and the pain from the stitch was crippling. But she still ran as 
hard as she could. Her heart raced, threatening to tear itself from her chest, 
and not only from the exertion her young body was being put through. The fear 
was deep seated. Nicola had no wish to die and she knew Dan would kill her if 
she was hospitalised again.

The thought of death spurred the little girl on harder. Nicola had spent her 
entire life being used as a fuck toy in one way or another, and most of that had 
been at the hands of various sadistic owners. None of them, however, could match 
the sheer callous viciousness of Mr Hodkins. A brief thought fluttered through 
Nicola's head in her panicked state. She wondered briefly what she would do if 
she ever found herself in the hands of somebody even more brutal than Hodkins. 
Kneel down and suck his cock. The answer her mind gave did something to cheer 
Nicola up, though not much.

The sight of the school gates was like a sailor seeing dry land after months at 
sea. The relief that swept through Nicola was such that she nearly forgot the 
dangers she would face on the other side. The large black cast iron gates were 
unlocked. Nicola had expected them to be. The nine-year-old girl quickly slipped 
inside and closed them behind her, making sure to push the bolt across. 
Forgetting to do things like that could easily infuriate Hodkins.

With the gate closed, Nicola again broke into a run. She dashed quickly up the 
drive and across the playground. It would be so much easier if she could just go 
through the main entrance rather than encircle the entire building and enter 
from the far end. The door into the "Art Block" as the only one which would 
allow Nicola entrance. She pushed it open and stepped inside. She had to stop 
running now. There was no running in the corridors.

Nicola allowed herself a few seconds, no more, to catch her breath while she 
looked around the dingy corridors of the "Art Block". Bright paintings covered 
the walls here, done by various talented students. Nicola couldn't say she cared 
much for any of it. The child started off down the corridor, taking note of 
various things as she moved. A freshly broken window, a stack of books 
carelessly left in the corridor, a mop and bucket left out by the cleaners, an 
open locker with a new pair of trainers hanging out, and a sign on a notice 
board telling about a school trip to Littlehampton.


Nicola found herself smiling, remembering vividly her short time at school. She 
had loved being away from her father, with friends. The only time in her life 
when she hadn't been used for sex. It was ironic that Nicola spent more time in 
school now than she had when she actually went to school. She could remember all 
the time she had off when her father's rage had left her with visible bruises. 
Oh, how Nicola wished she could go back to the way it was then. The sex had been 
easy, the cocks fewer and smaller. As Nicola neared the school hall, piercing 
screams rose above the silence. Nicola froze, images of monsters swarming in her 
childish imagination, her experiences filling her head with images of brutal 
sex. Nicola stopped to get her nerve back. She knew that it was only another 
girl. There had been other girls before. Actually another girl was a good thing. 
If Hodkins had another girl there would be less attention paid to Nicola.

The preteen drew in a deep breath. Her lost childhood still leant towards the 
monster theory but her experience knew well that these monsters were not the 
thing of fairy tails, but men, real men, with their sadistic grins and huge 
cocks. "Get a grip," Nicola spat at herself. "Stop stressing yourself." With 
this thought, Nicola started forward again, heading towards the door ahead of 
her, the door that would open her to the pain and humiliation that her life as a 
whore meant. Nicola pushed it open and froze...

***
 
The blood flew though the air in small globs, scattering themselves around the 
school hall. Ken used his hand to wipe the few drops that had landed on his 
face, smearing the red liquid across his jaw. He was in heaven, absolute heaven. 
His daughter, on the other hand, was in hell. She certainly looked like a vision 
from hell. Her beautiful face was twisted in a mask of agony, screwed up so 
tight it almost marred her features. Tears fell from her eyes constantly, they 
ran down her cheeks and dripped from her chin, landing on her chest then mixing 
with the sweat and blood that covered her. The eight year old's body itself was 
hung a foot from the ground, though locked to it by two canvas straps which tied 
her feet in one place. Her body had been stretched with the weight of two men 
and then the lines had been tied off.

She hung there now like a stretched canvas waiting for the artists to do their 
work. Ken grinned and threw his arm forwards, letting the momentum of the 
leather strap do its work by slamming it into his daughter's chest. Her body 
jerked and she cried out again. She had stopped screaming a few minutes before, 
though Ken didn't care because he was having the time of his life. He had always 
fancied his daughter but had always held back from molesting her and her younger 
brother. Ken couldn't figure out why he had ever thought of holding back. This 
was the best feeling in the world.

Her small head slumped down against her chest. She was too exhausted from the 
pain to hold it up, and her blonde hair, soaked with sweat, lay in an untidy 
mess. Ken licked his lips. 'Beautiful,' he thought.

Charles Hodkins stepped in to deliver an equally vicious blow to the child's 
stomach. Again, her body jerked. Kerry's stomach was so tightly stretched out it 
looked as if it would split open at any moment. Ken owed a lot to Charlie. If it 
hadn't been for him, Ken would never have had the balls to begin the sexual 
slavery of his daughter. Ken smiled, thinking that, with men like this heading 
the schools, the world was in safe hands. Charlie Hodkins, was good looking man 
of fifty. Despite his lack of hair, the tall man had an air of confidence about 
him. Authoritarian and with a commanding look, this was a man who got what he 
wanted. His huge cock stood stiff, curling ever so slightly upwards in its eager 
quest for pre-teen cunt.

Ken shook his head. His own cock was larger by almost an inch and thicker as 
well. He was almost fifteen years Charlie's junior, shorter and stockier. His 
thick dark hair matted his head, though a small bald spot had begun to appear in 
recent years.

He took a step forwards and placed his hand on his daughter's firm bum. He 
squeezed the cheeks while the fingers of his other hand touched her thigh. He 
ran his hand up her leg and pushed his fingers into her tiny virgin cunt. Ken 
licked his lips. He could hardly wait to fuck this little whore. Looking up at 
Charlie, he was going to suggest that they use the whore to relieve a little 
ball pressure.

The door to the hall slammed behind them and Ken's heart leapt into his mouth. 
He spun around and saw a pre-teen girl stood stock still, its small body 
trembling. It wore clothes more suited to a boy, that is to say, its jeans were 
grubby and grass stained and its jumper was decorated with a picture of a 
soldier holding a gun. Its baseball cap only added to the disguise, and it was a 
disguise because, although its body could have been mistaken for that of a boy, 
its face was undoubtedly that of a girl. "We have company," said Ken. 

Charlie turned around to face the girl. "You're late," he said.

Ken felt his cock twitch. Another girl! He licked his lips at the prospect of 
fucking this little nine-year-old tomboy. The girl spoke, obviously making an 
effort to make herself sound as boyish as possible. Must be a fetish of 
Charlie's, Ken concluded. "Oh bloody hell, Sir. It's, like, only fifteen 
minutes," she said. 

"You little fucking bastard," snarled Charlie. Ken smiled at that. It was now 
certain what this cunt was here for. "What did I say I'd do if you were late 
again?"

The child drew in a deep nervous breath and said "You said that you'd cane my 
backside until I dropped to the floor...then you'd kick the shit out of me, 
Sir." 

"Come here cunt," said Ken. 

The child looked up at Charlie. "Sir?" she said. 

"Do as you are fucking well told," spat Charlie.

The little girl hurried across the room to stand in front of Ken, her small body 
trembled visibly and her eyes constantly flickered past the two men at poor 
Kerry. "That's my daughter," said Ken. "She's been a bad girl. You've been a 
naughty fuck toy, too, haven't you?" 

"Y...yes sir," murmured the child. 

"What's its name?" he asked. 

"Ni...Nic... Nicola," gasped the child. 

"Take your clothes off cunt," said Ken. "I want to see what it looks like 
underneath."

As if the child had no sense of modesty, or embarrassment, she quickly stripped 
down. She had an almost professional manner to her movements. She was obviously 
used to being naked in front of strange men. Her body left no doubt as to its 
sex, her small nipples were already beginning to extend from her chest and her 
fat cunt looked almost edible.

"Now my pretty little slut," said Ken. "I'm going to kick you in that juicy fat 
cunt of yours." 

"S...sir," murmured Nicola. "P...please..." 

"Spread your legs," said Ken. 

The little girl let out a sob but slowly did as she was told and, parting her 
legs, slowly placed her hands behind her back and bit onto her lip. She had 
obviously done this before. Ken reached down and placed his hand over her cunt. 
It was rather wet for a child who was just about to go through a lot of pain but 
her whole body was coated with sweat. She had obviously been running. Ken pushed 
two fingers deep inside the little girl. He had never expected this little whore 
to be a virgin and wasn't surprised when his fingers plunged in to the knuckle. 
She had a big cunt for such a small child. Ken wouldn't have been surprised if 
he could have put his whole hand up there.

Ken pulled his fingers out of her and put them into his mouth savouring the 
taste of the nine-year-old cunt. He took a step back and watched the little 
cunt's body go tense while she waited for what she knew was going to happen. Ken 
took a second step back to give himself some kind of a run up. Then, with two 
quick steps, he closed in on the child and slammed his booted foot into her 
cunt. The child lifted off of the floor from the impact, and fell backwards. Her 
body thrashed around the floor for a few moments before it curled up and mewled 
in pain. Ken had always wanted to do that.

Charlie was quick to move in behind the crying child and he began to swing his 
strap, striking the slim nine year old's fleshy backside. Taking the child by 
the hair, Ken pulled her head up to take a look at her crumpled face. Tears 
streamed down Nicola's cheeks and she sobbed repeatedly. Ken licked his lips, 
she looked so beautiful like this. Taking his cock in his free hand, he started 
to rub it against the child's face. "I know you know what you are meant to do 
with this," he said.

"Ohh..." sobbed the girl, but she responded by opening her mouth. Her tongue 
came out to lick Ken's cock, albeit weakly. 

"That's right cunt, I want you to blow me, and make it good." 

"Ahh!" screamed Nicola, as Charlie's belt slapped down on her thighs.

As her mouth opened, Ken took the opportunity to thrust his cock inside and the 
child almost instinctively closed her lips around it, and began to suck. Charlie 
hit the child again though, this time, she merely grunted around the fat cock 
filling her small mouth. "Can't let you have all the fun," said Charlie, putting 
down his strap, and grabbing the child at the waist to lift her up until she was 
bent over in front of Charlie with Ken's cock filling her mouth. "I'm gonna 
bugger you, kid. I know how much you love that," said Charlie.

Nicola moaned her agreement, not that it sounded like much of one, but Charlie 
certainly took it that way. He pressed his fat cock against the child's tiny 
arsehole. Ken reached down to press the little girl's face further down onto his 
cock. She was a marvel of a cocksucker and Ken wondered if she would be able to 
deepthroat him. He doubted it but wanted to give it a go anyway. Charlie thrust 
into the child's arse. The little girl gave a cry and, at the same moment, Ken 
thrust into her throat, cutting the cunt off in mid scream.

Ken managed to force more of his cock into the little throat than he thought was 
humanly possible for a nine year old girl. So much so that he became sure that 
he would be able to get all of it down her. Charlie brought fresh grunts of pain 
from the child as he started to ram her tiny little arse in earnest. "You 
know...ahh," said Ken, "you could damage her if you...oh fuck yeah... fuck her 
too hard...mmm..."

Charlie grinned at him and redoubled his efforts, forcing in and out of the 
child's arse and pounding her rectum as hard as he could. "That's the spirit!" 
cried Ken. "Fuck her good."

As he cried out, Ken started to smack the child across the side of her face with 
his fist. Caught up in volcanic passion, he smashed at her face and head. He 
watched closely as her face turned a dark shade of purple. Then, with one last 
punch, he pulled his cock out. As soon as she was able to breathe again, Nicola 
let out an earsplitting scream. Ken laughed, though the sound of it was drowned 
out by the child's resounding squeal. As soon as she had taken a couple of 
breaths, Ken forced it back in.

Taking hold of the back of her head, Ken pushed in as hard as he could, forcing 
his fat cock into the narrow pipe of her throat. Ken wanted to get his cock so 
far in that he would be able to fuck her stomach. He knew his cock wasn't quite 
that long but that didn't prevent him from trying. Even so, he was quite 
surprised when his cock did fit down the child's throat. The girl, of course, 
was choking. Her little body thrashed around, fighting desperately for air, and 
to relieve the pain that Charlie was causing in her arse.

"Where the fuck did you get this whore?" gasped Ken. 

Charlie laughed. "She's just that...a fucking whore," he answered between 
thrusts. His breathing was now heavy, making the words come slower than they 
otherwise would. "I pay for her each week. There's lots of them, all homeless 
and untraceable." 

"Which mean's we can do what the fuck we want with it," Ken observed.

Ken could feel himself close to cumming, though he didn't want to cum directly 
into this child's stomach but wanted her to taste it first. So he pulled out. As 
soon as she was free of his cock, Nicola leaned over and began to cough 
violently. After a few seconds, she vomited. The filth formed in a large pool at 
Ken's feet. The man took hold of Nicola's hair and glanced up at Charlie for 
support. The man seemed preoccupied by fucking the tight young arse but, on 
noticing Ken's gaze, he commented "If I were you, I'd really fuck her up for 
that."

That was all the encouragement that Ken needed. His hand curled into a fist. 
Nicola realised what was going to happen and began to scream. She tried 
desperately to pull away but it was too little too late. The man's fist struck 
the child directly in the centre of her pretty face, mashing her nose against 
her head. Ken pulled her up a little more to get a good look at her. The blood 
dripped from her surely broken nose and from the corners of her pretty mouth. 
"Keep her mouth open. I want her to taste this," said Charlie, pulling his cock 
from her arse.

As the only thing supporting her legs was removed, the little girl fell to her 
knees in her own vomit. Charlie seemed to like that. He chuckled to himself as 
he moved around the dazed child. Ken took hold of her jaw and used his fingers 
to prise it open. Charlie placed the head of his cock at the opening and pumped 
away with his hand. It took only a few strokes for the man to cum, shooting load 
after load of thick white sperm into the waiting child's mouth.

Nicola swallowed much of it as it pooled in her mouth, though a lot drooled down 
her chin and dripped onto her almost flat chest. Ken let go of her head and she 
collapsed, falling into the puddle of vomit. The little girl curled up and 
started to cry.

Ken turned to his daughter who had fallen silent. Her eyes were closed and she 
breathed deeply. Ken ran his fingers over her taunght stomach, making Kerry 
moan. He could only imagine how much pain she was in. Her hands had taken on a 
blue tinge and her feet weren't looking much better. "I want to feel what your 
cunt is like around my cock," he said, then turned to Charlie. "How do we get 
her down?"

The headmaster walked to the side of the hall and unwound the stage rigging from 
the hooks there, relaxing the tension on the child's body until it dropped to 
the floor. Ken quickly made himself busy releasing his eight year old daughter's 
feet from the straps that held them down.

He pushed his hand between her thighs and a finger into her tight little cunt, 
pressing against the child's hymen. He could hardly wait to break her but wait 
he must since there was a mess on the floor which these two cunts had to clean 
up. Taking hold of Kerry's hair, he pulled the slut's head up so that she was 
facing him. "Open your fucking eyes," he snarled at his daughter.

Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, the child opened her tear-filled, bloodshot 
eyes. "Daddy..." she cried. Ken slapped the little cunt.

"Shut it," he snapped. 

Kerry closed her mouth. She was learning fast. She had always been a clever 
child. Ken pulled the head around so that she could see poor little Nicola 
curled up sobbing in the puddle of her own vomit. "Look at what your fucking 
girlfriend did," he snarled. 

"But I don't know her," cried Kerry.

Charlie reacted by lashing little Kerry across the back with the strap. The 
eight year old beauty squealed. "Look at it, you useless whore. Look at what you 
did." 

"I didn't!" screamed Kerry. 

"You little fucking whore," shouted Ken. The child's father started to force her 
face towards the vomit puddle. 

"No...NO!" screamed Kerry.

A grin crossed Ken's face as he pushed his little girl's face into Nicola's 
vomit. Kerry fought against her daddy with all of the strength she had left in 
her little body but soon stopped, as the taste and smell of Nicola's filth 
started to make her heave and gag. Eventually, Kerry added to the disgusting 
pile with the contents of her own tummy.

Ken sighed. "You don't learn do you?" Kerry whimpered and heaved some more. 
"Nicola look at me!" The nine year old tomboy dragged her face from the puddle 
to gaze at Ken. "I hope you are both planning on clearing up this mess." 

"Yes," sneered Charlie. "I'll not have vomit on my school hall. You know that, 
so it's back into your bellies with it."

Nicola groaned and lifted herself out of the mess. "Yes Sir," she moaned and 
pushed her own face into it. 

Her tongue extended from her mouth to lap at the sick. Ken hauled Kerry's head 
up so that she could see what the other girl was doing. "See that?" he asked. 
"That's what you are gonna do. Now!" 

Then he let go of his daughter and took a few steps back. He was quite happy and 
rather amazed to find no more than a few flecks of the girls' vomit on himself. 
Kerry stared at Nicola for several seconds before reaching into the vomit with 
her hand and picking up a little. She took a deep breath and placed it in her 
mouth.

Ken chuckled and pulled up a chair to watch. Charlie pulled up a similar chair 
next to him. He rubbed his cock, already stiff again. Ken's balls still ached 
with the need to cum but there was little choice now but to wait until the cunts 
had finished. Not that he minded much. It was rather nice to watch the two 
children perform this revolting act.

It took a long while for the two girls to clean the floor. Slowly scraping the 
filth up and eating it then licking the floor clean. Though what was left after 
they had finished were two beautiful, fuckable children, smeared with the sick 
mixture of both their pretty stomachs. Not exactly something that Ken was 
particularly eager to shove his cock into.

Charlie produced the answer. "I've got a something in the other room," he said, 
"for when this happens. We put them in, rinse them off and make them clean each 
other a little then take them out, hose them off, and they'll be good to fuck 
again." 

Ken shrugged. That was more like it. "Sure," he said. "Cunts, come on. Into the 
other room with you."

Nicola was the first to her feet. She leant over to help Kerry up and the two 
children stood, shaking in each other's grasp, watching the two men how they 
might watch a pack of dangerous hounds. Charlie lifted his hand, causing both 
girls to flinch as he pointed to the door in the far wall. "Through there," he 
told the girls.

Their cute little heads turned and stared at the closed door for several seconds 
before Nicola stumbled towards it, dragging the trembling, terrified Kerry along 
with her. Nicola opened the door, and the two girls stepped inside, closely 
followed by the men.

The door led to a long hallway with two doors in the wall opposite and a large 
set of double doors at one end. "We're back stage," said Charlie. 

Ken glanced up at the other man. "Really? So where are we going?" 

Charlie held up his right hand. "Boys?" Then held up his left hand, "or girls?" 
he asked. 

Ken broke into a cheeky smile. "When I was at school, I always wanted to know 
what the girls' changing rooms looked like." 

Charlie shrugged. "You know the way Kerry," he said.

The eight year old glanced up at her headmaster and father then turned to her 
left and pulled Nicola through the door. The changing rooms were nothing 
remarkable. A line of lockers stood on one side of the room and lines of wooden 
benches with aluminium hooks set above them took up the rest of the space. 
Opposite the door was a walled enclosure containing the showers.

Ken snorted. "They look no different from the other ones," he muttered. 

"I know," Charlie laughed. Ken shrugged. "I take it we're going to shower the 
whores?" he asked. 

"Actually," said Charlie, "I was thinking more along the lines of pissing on 
them, hosing them down, then fucking them again." 

"That's more like it." 

Charlie pointed into the shower. "Both of you on you knees, hands behind your 
backs, heads back, and mouths open."

"Oh don't wee on me," cried Kerry. "Not in my mouth please." 

Ken lashed out, striking his daughter across the face with the back of his hand. 
The small girl collapsed in a tearful heap. "You will do what you are fucking 
well told," he sneered at his little girl. "NOW!"

The two children reacted together. Quickly, they scrambled into the showers on 
their knees and faced the men. Nicola was the first assume the position Charlie 
had commanded of them and Kerry quickly followed suit. They seemed to have a 
little difficulty in keeping their mouths open or, for that matter, keeping 
still. However, they stayed in the same spot, shaking, fidgeting and breathing 
hard. A rather attractive sight, Ken noted.

The two men loomed over the small girls and their shaking intensified. Ken and 
Charlie aimed their cocks at the two terrified faces. "Don't you dare spit any 
of it out," warned Ken. "If it goes in your mouth, you will swallow." 

"Is that clear?" asked Charlie. 

"Yes sir," murmured Nicola. 

The two men turned to Kerry who stayed silent for several more moments. "Yes," 
she finally whispered.

The time for talking was over, at least as far as Ken was concerned. He could 
feel his bladder pulsing, almost as eager as he was to release his piss over the 
children. He didn't fight it. Instead, he let the hot stream of dark yellow 
liquid spray from his cock onto his daughter's pretty face. Charlie's piss was 
released only a fraction of a second after. Within moments, the two mouths had 
filled with piss and the steaming fluid was rinsing the vile mixture of vomit 
from their bodies. Nicola was the first to close her mouth and swallow. Ken 
guessed she was used to drinking piss. She didn't even gag at the taste. His 
daughter, on the other hand, had no such experience. She tried to emulate Nicola 
but choked as her throat repelled the filthy liquid. Her hands clasped onto her 
face. She had endured enough that day not to disobey them anymore and remarkably 
the child managed to swallow the sick liquid. Though, Ken thought, it could 
hardly taste any worse than the vomit had.

Ken was almost disappointed when his cock ran dry. Charlie's own piss carried on 
for another few seconds before trailing off. "About time," said Ken. "I am dying 
for a fuck."

 "You want to fuck them like this?" muttered Charlie. "They're covered in piss." 

Ken laughed. "Which is why we turn on the showers and rinse them off."

"Huh," muttered Charlie. "You think I use the hot water on cunts like this? You 
must be kidding." 

"Give them cold showers then," laughed Ken. 

Charlie shook his head. "No we have a hose-pipe for this."

"Does it make any fucking difference?" 

Charlie left the shower area for a few minutes then returned, trailing a fire 
hose behind him. Nicola whined as she saw it but stayed perfectly still. Ken 
shook his head. This guy was a nasty piece of work. "Okay, we use that," he 
said.

Charlie's grin stretched ear to ear and he turned the valve at the end of the 
hose and water shot out like a cannonball, knocking both children backwards, 
pinning them against the wall. They screamed when they could catch breath, which 
wasn't often. Ken stroked his rock stiff cock as he watched the two preteen 
girls have their much needed wash.

Despite how much fun it was to watch, Ken wasn't sorry when Charlie turned off 
the hose. His cock was now begging for a fuck. It was so hard, it hurt. Ken went 
straight in and grabbed his daughter by the hair. He dragged the tiny cunt from 
the shower area into the changing room. "Nicola," he called.

"Y...yes Sir," whimpered the child, pulling herself up. "I need some lube in 
this little cunt," he said. "Come here and lick the slut out."

"Yes Sir."

Nicola quickly scurried across the floor to bury her face between Kerry's legs. 
The little slut gasped loudly as Nicola's trained tongue started to work at her 
cunt. "You'll need more than that," muttered Charlie. "No offence mate, but your 
cock is big and that cunt is tiny. We keep stuff in the store cupboard."

Ken raised his eyebrow. Charlie grinned. "In case one of them sprains a knee or 
ankle or something, and in case we need to fuck a virgin preteen." 

"Sure thanks," said Ken. 

Charlie moved to a door in the side of the room and opened the little storeroom. 
He disappeared inside for a few seconds and returned with a bottle of lubricant. 
"Nicky," said Charlie. "Use this."

The headmaster dropped the plastic bottle next two the two girls. Nicola 
immediately pulled her face from Kerry's cunt to take the bottle. She squeezed a 
liberal amount of the gel on her fingers and applied it to the child's tight 
virgin cunt.

Ken couldn't wait any longer. He moved in and pushed Nicola out of the way. 
Straddling his daughter's legs, he crouched then knelt down and pressed the head 
of his cock against the tiny, tight virgin cunt. Ken pushed forwards, edging his 
fat cock into Kerry's waiting cunt. The child began to moan and cry as her pussy 
was stretched around the huge cock. Ken pressed in against his daughter's hymen 
and, with a grunt, tore through it. Little Kerry squealed in pain. Ken laughed 
under his breath and started to pound his small daughter's cunt as hard as he 
could. The going was slow to begin with but, as the blood helped lubricate the 
hole, it became easier to pound the childwhore's cunny.

Ken looked up to see Nicola on her feet and bent over in front of Charlie who 
was fucking the little prostitute's arse again. The man was obsessed. Ken 
laughed and turned his attention back to fucking his little girl. As worked up 
as he'd been, it took no more than a couple of minutes until he shot his load 
into Kerry's baby womb. Ken lifted himself off his daughter and smiled down on 
the near motionless girl. Blood was seeping from her small cunt and tears flowed 
freely from her eyes. She was a vision of beauty. Something Ken vowed he'd see 
daily from now on. His well fucked daughter.

Ken looked up at Charlie who was in the last few moments of pounding his whore's 
pretty, pert bum. She really did have a nice arse, Ken had to admit. Though his 
passion was more for his daughter at that time, one thing was for sure, Nicola 
wasn't getting her cunt filled. "How deep does a preteen cunt go?" asked Ken.

"Ahh," was all that Charlie could answer, as he squirted his cum into the 
child's arse. "Pardon?" he gasped, as he pulled out. 

"I said I wonder how far we could push something into that whore's cunt."

Charlie shrugged. "She's looser in there than in her arse. Do you have something 
in mind?" he asked. Ken turned to the open games cupboard and stared in for a 
few seconds. The perfect object practically leaped out at him. The grin that had 
been plastered to his face for most of the evening grew even more vicious. Ken 
saw that it was perfect at more than six foot long, and yellow, thin enough to 
go up her cunt, though it could have done with being a little thicker. Beggars 
can't be choosers. A javelin would just have to do. He pulled one from the rack 
and made his way back to the changing room.

"NO!" screamed Nicola. "Oh for god sakes...no, please don't!" The small child 
tried to run but was grabbed firmly by Charlie and thrown to the floor. 

The headmaster sat on the child's chest, pinning her to the floor. He lent 
forwards to pull open her legs. "Shove it in," he said. 

Ken needed no encouragement. Kneeling down in front of Nicola, he aimed the 
sharp end into her cunt and started to push slowly. Nicola began to scream and 
squirm desperately as soon as the cold metal touched her. Her screams 
intensified as the metal spike met her cervix. The resistance it offered was 
very little but that didn't stop Nicola from screaming like she was dying, as 
the javelin entered her uterus. Ken knew now that the girl was in fact going to 
die, and Nicola also knew it. As he met the firmness of her uterus wall, Ken put 
his back into it and shoved in hard.

Nicola's body went stiff and, after a few seconds, her screams died down to a 
gargled choking. Ken looked past Charlie to the small child, in the last seconds 
of her life, as blood spilled from her mouth and her eyes stared blankly into 
space. Her whole body began to shake, convulsing as the life faded from her 
body. Ken smiled, his cock rigid again. He neeed another fuck. Charlie stood up 
and turned to stare at the beautiful corpse. "Fuck!" he spat. "You killed it." 

Ken's heart started to beat hard. His mind told him that Charlie couldn't tell 
anybody, though that didn't stop the creeping paranoia. "That's not a problem, 
right?" he asked, trying to act 'cool'.

Charlie rolled his eyes and smiled. "No not really," he said. "It's just that it 
costs more if you kill one." 

Ken sighed with welcome relief. "How much extra?" he asked. 

"Three hundred quid," muttered Charlie. 

"I killed it, I'll pay," he said. Ken turned to Kerry, sat on the floor staring 
at Nicola. Her eyes were so wide with fear, it looked as if they would pop out 
of her head. "Look at your fucking girlfriend," said Ken. 

"She's a little still. I think you should give her a kiss. A big kiss, pushing 
your lovely little tongue into her mouth."


Ken heaved back on the javelin, pulling the bloodstained rod from the child's 
body. "Daddy!" the child cried. "She's dead!" 

Ken held up the bloody spike, "I said kiss it," he snarled. Kerry stumbled 
forward, her movements accompanied by an evil laugh from Charlie. The eight year 
old girl crawled over the dead Nicola and looked at her lifeless face. Her blank 
eyes stared straight at Kerry and her mouth hung open with blood pooling inside. 
Kerry screwed her eyes shut and leant forward to deliver a closed lip kiss to 
the dead child's top lip. "That's not a kiss," chided Charlie. "Do you want to 
end up like her?"

"Daddy," cried Kerry. 

"Answer the fucking question. Do you want me to push this into your little 
cunt?" said Ken. 

Kerry shook her head. "N..no, don't kill me," she sobbed.

 "Then do as you're told and give the dead fuckslut a nice big sloppy wet kiss." 

"With tongues," added Charlie. 

"Oh please..." moaned Kerry. "Please don't make me."

"I said do it," growled Ken.

 Kerry turned back to the dead girl and again closed her eyes tight. She took 
several quick deep breaths then leant forward. She opened her pretty little 
mouth and timidly poked out her little pink tongue. As she leant close, it 
dipped into the congealing blood pooled in the child's mouth. Kerry pressed her 
mouth to Nicola's and started to kiss. The child managed no more than a few 
seconds before she backed off. Kerry turned around and heaved. She retched 
several times, remarkably managing to keep hold of the contents of her stomach.

Ken could hardly control his glee. "Now cunt, suck on your girlfriend's little 
nipples."

"Oh daddy," sobbed Kerry. 

Charlie kicked Kerry in the ribs. "You really should learn," he shouted. "Do as 
you are fucking well told."

Kerry cried out in pain and clutched her ribs. She stared up at the two men for 
several moments. She had witnessed them murder one girl and she most certainly 
believed that they intended to do the same to her. She realised that her only 
hope was to do what she was told. The child bent down over the dead girl and 
took one of the small, now very pale, nipples in her mouth. "That's right," 
jeered Charlie. "Suck your girlfriend's nipple." 

"I want you to tell her that she's your lesbian lover," said Ken. Kerry raised 
her head to look at her father. "Tell her." 

The eight year old turned back to Nicola and took a deep breath. "You are my 
lesbian lover," she whispered. 

"Now lick her bloody little cunt," said Charlie. 

"That's right, make your girlfriend cum," said Ken.

 "Oh god," moaned Kerry but the little girl moved down Nicola's body and pushed 
her face into dead child's little cunt.

Ken couldn't have imagined how much of a turn on it was to watch his daughter's 
small delicate tongue lap at the dead child's cunt. "Damn I need to fuck 
something," said Charlie. 

"Well, I still want to see what Nicola's arse is like," said Ken. "I've got to 
find out why you like it so much. You can use Kerry, if you like." 

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. I think I'll break her little arse, if you 
have no objections." 

"Kerry," demanded Ken. The child looked up, blood smeared around her mouth. She 
looked very ill. "Get up and bend over so that Charlie can ram his fat cock into 
your virgin arse." 

"Yes daddy," moaned Kerry.

The little girl stood up. She seemed relieved to be away from Nicola's dead body 
and almost eager to bend over in front of Charlie. The headmaster wasted no 
time. He spat on the child's pink bud and pressed the head of his fat cock 
against the tiny hole, pushing straight in. Kerry cried out in pain as her 
arsehole was stretched around the huge penis of her headmaster.

Ken watched for a few moments before his own cock got the better of him. He 
turned to dead little Nicola laid sprawled on the floor. Taking hold of the girl 
around her waist, he lifted it up and bent the body over, getting a nice view of 
her fat bum. His cock slipped into the dead child's arse with surprising ease. 
Despite that, it felt great and ever so filthy to be fucking a dead girl's arse.

As he watched his own daughter having her arse brutally fucked by the headmaster 
of the local middle school, Ken started to rock back and forth with as much 
force as he could put into his thrusts. Forcing his huge manhood in and out of 
the arse of the child he had murdered only minutes before. Life was never better 
than this.

******

Celia's head thumped like a bass drum, her very skull seemed to be caving in; 
and there was nothing she could do but lay there with her head in a puddle of 
her own drool. It was too painful to move, not that there was any room to move 
anyway. So she stayed still, staring out through the criss-crossed bars of her 
cage at the blank whitewashed wall opposite. The room was tiny, like a box, and 
held nothing but the single cage in which Celia was contained.

Everything was so silent that Celia could hear her own heat beating, though the 
constant throbbing of her head threatened to drown even that. She sucked in air 
through her mouth. It whistled around the gagand did nothing to stop the near-
constant flow of saliva. The teenager gave up. She didn't care any more. When 
the door opened, all Celia could manage was to shift her eyes to the naked ten 
year old girl who entered, carrying a cattle prod, similar to those used on 
Celia in the night. "Morning C," said Emma. "Oh you look fucked. Here, look, 
sorry about the prod thing last night. No hard feelings, 'ey?"

Celia moaned around her gag. She wanted to tell the child to fuck off and die 
but it came out as a muffled groan. Emma, however, seemed to understand and 
frowned almost like she was about to cry. "It's not my fucking fault," she spat. 
"I just do what I'm told. If you're smart, you'll do the same. You don't 
understand." The child reached up and rubbed the back of her neck while the 
other hand went down to rub her bare, bald cunt. "Besides, you didn't have that 
fucking thing shoved up your cunt."

Celia was disgusted at this child's vulgar display. She seemed completely 
without modesty. Not only was she happy to be naked in front of Celia but quite 
willing to play with herself. "Don't look at me like that," bit Emma. "You won't 
care, either, in a week." What the hell was this girl? A bloody mind reader? 
"C'm'on, C. I've got to give you breakfast." Emma lifted the cattle prod and 
Celia tensed, tears forming again in her eyes. "I don't want to use this, but I 
will. I don't give a shit what anyone thinks. I ain't going to be hurt for 
nobody else."

Celia believed that she would use it as well, but she was older and stronger 
than this child. If only she could... "Now don't be stupid, C. This room is 
locked and I don't have any keys. Dan will hurt us both if you try to escape."

Emma certainly couldn't hide any keys on herself, but Celia didn't want to be 
stupid enough to trust this child again. She had to take any chance. She had to 
try the door. Emma approached the cage and opened the latch. She pulled the cage 
door down and reached inside to grab Celia's arms. "I'm sorry C," she said. 
"This is gonna hurt."

With that, little Emma leant backwards, pulling at the teenager. Celia moaned 
loudly as she was pulled from the cage and squealed when she fell the three feet 
to the floor. Emma let go and took a step back. Celia made her move. Ignoring 
the pain in her head, she rolled to her feet and ran to the door. Only when she 
ran into it did she realise the absolute foolishness of her move. Her arms were 
still tied behind her back. Even if the door wasn't locked, there was no way she 
could get it open. The teenager started to scream even before the metal prongs 
touched her back. Celia was barely able to tense her body before the electric 
shock hit.

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