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From: Alocer Loki <Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} A Psychopath and His Toy's, Chapter 14 of 14 (MF/g, pedo,  rape, extreme torture, snuff, necro)
Date: Tue,  9 Apr 2002 04:10:07 -0400
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After more than a year of writing, here is the last chapter. Enjoy.


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A Psychopath and His Toy's, Chapter 14, 
Alocer Loki 2002
Story Codes: MF/g, pedo, rape, extreme torture, violence, sadism, snuff


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, extreme sexual torture, and brutal murder.
  
  	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, torture and death of preteens. 
	If not what the fuck are you doing reading this?

	One last WARNING!! This story is extemely brutal, and unless you
	truly enjoy this crap ;) you will be sickened and/or offended
	by it. Don't read further if you feel that this will apply to you.
  
  Thanks enjoy the story
  Alocer Loki


Paul sighed and ran his hands over the Beth's dead body, smearing the blood 
across her motionless frame. The nine-year-old girl was still a great fuck... 
Hanna started to scream again and Paul looked up. Dead or alive, nothing was as 
good as the six-year old slave slut Hanna. Anne was dragging the poor little 
girl towards Paul. The little bitch had just seen her sister murdered, it was 
only natural that she didn't want to be anywhere near Paul. 

Quite frankly, Paul couldn't have cared any less about what was natural for this 
child; what he cared about was how loud he could make her scream. "Get her up 
here," he said patting Beth's stomach.

"No!" screamed Hanna. "Let me go... No!"

Anne picked the little girl up and carried her over to Paul. The six-year-old 
slut kicked and screamed; her feet buffeted against Anne's stomach. About half 
the way across the room Anne finally lost her temper and dropped Hanna onto the 
floor. "You fucking little bitch," the doctor shouted and gave Hanna a hefty 
kick of her own, the pointed toe of her shoe hitting the naked child in the 
stomach. 

Hanna gasped for air but had no time to scream before Anne grabbed hold of the 
child's hair and pulled her up. The woman closed her fist and stuck the poor 
kiddie-whore on the jaw, and then pushed the child across the room and into 
Paul's waiting hands. 

Paul wasn't about to let Anne have all of the fun. Cupping her chin, he turned 
turned her face into the light so that that he could see the bruise rising on 
the child's cheek. A grin crossed his lips and he pulled his arm back. The blow 
knocked the little girl back several feet and she collapsed onto the floor, the 
blood from her now broken nose formed a small puddle under her cheek.

Anne kicked the child in the ribs, obviously pleased when Hanna grunted with 
pain; so she did it again. Squatting down beside the child she lifted Hanna's 
head up by the hair, and then slapped her across her undamaged cheek. "Look at 
me," Anne snapped.

Hanna's blue eyes slowly moved until they focused onto the doctor. Anne's lips 
spread into the grin and she chuckled to herself. The woman gathered the phlegm 
in her mouth, and spat into the child's eyes. "She's fine," she said. "Just a 
little shaken."

"Get her up here," said Paul running his hands over the child's dead sister.

Anne picked Hanna up, carried the child over to Paul, and laid the little girl 
out over her dead sisters body. The man pulled her legs down so that she was 
laid flat. Anne took hold of Hanna's arms and pulled them until they were rested 
about level with her head; both of which now rested on Beth's chest.

"Okay pin her down," said Paul.

Anne acted quickly enough not to allow Hanna any time to come out of her dazed 
state and realise just what was going on. She took a skewer from the bench and 
drove it through the child's right wrist and deep into Beth's chest. As the 
point pierced her skin, Hanna went ridged and screamed. Her small body started 
to convulse and it took both adults to keep her still. It was several minutes 
before the violent, and sexy spasms passed. Hanna lay gazing up at Anne, 
watching helplessly as the woman took the second skewer and drove it through her 
other wrist. Again Hanna went into panic and her body wriggled, moved and 
convulsed; much to the delight of the onlookers. 

Paul rubbed his hand into the child's cunt, he himself wasn't quite up to 
fucking this child yet, but he was more than in the mood for a little agony on 
her part. He was more than in the mood to kill the little bitch. "Go get me the 
wire brush," he told Anne. 

Anne raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning on killing her also?" she asked.

Paul slapped the woman across the face, "Yes," he spat. "Now go and get the 
fucking brush... Wait a second, while you are at it, get me the razor blades, 
and something I can burn her with; one of the gas burners." 

Anne rubbed her cheek and nodded, "Yes Sir," she muttered and left. 

Paul stopped, and then stuck his head out of the door. "Get a fucking whip as 
well," he shouted at Anne. "The big one."

Paul turned back to Hanna. The small child was barely conscious, and her 
breathing came in short gasps as she stared space-wards. Paul caressed little 
girls naked body, knowing that this was the last time he would do it. This 
little cunt had out lived her use, and now it was time for her to die. 

Paul's heart quickened, and his cock jerked awake; raising almost back to stiff 
just on the thought of killing Hanna. The fact that little Beth lay dead under 
the tiny whore was of little consequence now. The man leant down and kissed 
Hanna on the forehead, his hands trailed down her body lingering over the burnt 
scars that had once been her nipples, and then pushed his fingers deep into her 
well fucked six-year-old cunt.

Paul lent up and spat down onto her face, wishing, not for the first time, that 
he had a new child to play with, a new innocent little child-whore whom he could 
abuse. Someone he was able to humiliate. A a blank canvas he could paint on.

Still Hanna had one last use. Paul glanced up at the video cameras mounted at 
the corners of the room, might as well give the cameras something to occupy 
their time. He chuckled and turned back to the little girl, her broken nose, and 
bruised cheek were a nice site. Linking his hands together into one big fist, 
Paul slammed it down into Hanna's stomach. The child jerked upwards and cried 
out. Paul chuckled to himself and did it again. 

When the door opened Paul turned his attention to Anne, carrying the equipment 
in her arms. "Is this it?" she asked.

Paul nodded. "Come here and wake the little slut up. I don't give a fuck what 
you give her, but if she passes out, or dies you are in deep shit," he said.

Anne sighed, and went for her bag. As she past Paul he took the burner from the 
woman. The burner was nothing much more than that, it created a flame which was 
extremely hard to extinguish, but was nowhere near as harsh as the blowtorch. He 
turned the knob on the top and hit the spark button; the flame jumped from the 
nozzle. Paul turned to Hanna, just as Anne pulled the needle from the vein in 
her neck. 

Paul watched as the child began to shake violently.

"Don't worry," said Anne. "She's waking up, feeling the pain now. You might stop 
her heart, but she is young, and as long as you don't decide to electrocute this 
one, she should live long enough for you to kill her."

"No I wasn't thinking of electrocuting her," he said grabbing hold of Hanna's 
left ankle.

The child suddenly went calm and her chest rose and fell rapidly, she blinked a 
number of times,  before screaming. "No! Don't burn me please sir I'll be good."

Paul was impressed. He placed the flame against the sole of the child's food and 
was amazed at the strength of her scream. "Stop it! Stop it..." the little girl 
yelled. 

She pulled hard at her leg trying to free it from Paul's grip so that she could 
get it away from the pain. Anne moved to the child's head forced a rag into her 
mouth, and stuck it down with a length of duct tape. "I've got a fucking 
headache," muttered the woman and she smacked Hanna across the face with her 
fist.

The woman picked up one of the skewers from off of the floor, placed it against 
Hanna's cheek, and pushed hard enough to cause blood to dribble from around the 
point; it drooled down Hanna's cheek. She looked up at Paul and raised an 
eyebrow.

The man shrugged.

A smile formed across Anne's lips, and the woman applied more pressure onto the 
skewer. The skin of Hanna's cheek formed a concave before it broke. Anne gasped 
as Hanna cried into her gag. Blood poured from the hole, it dripped onto the 
dead Beth's chest. It flowed from her to puddle on the table, finally it dripped 
from that surface and onto the floor. Anne put her hand on the other side of 
Hanna's head and and pushed it onto the skewer. She grunted at the effort it 
took to forced the sharp metal object through the cloth that filled Hanna's 
mouth. 

Paul looked at the black charred parts of Hanna's foot and dropped it. He 
grabbed her other ankle and applied the flame to the foot.

It took more than a minute before Anne moved her hand from Hanna's cheek to 
watch it convex out. The skin suddenly split and the point fell through. The 
blood now poured from both sides of Hanna's face.

Anne took a step back, obviously she was satisfied. The smell of burning flesh 
brought Paul's attention back to what he was doing. He looked down at Hanna's 
small foot, it was cracked and wrinkled from the heat. He sighed and dropped it. 
There were always better places to burn a child anyway.

The man pulled apart Hanna's legs and rubbed his hand into her cunt. It was hot 
and sticky, but not hot enough. He chuckled to himself and placed the flame 
against the sensitive pink skin. Choking on blood, and saliva the child went 
into a fit. 

Paul kept the flame in place even as Anne pulled the rags out of the child's 
mouth, tearing them from around the skewer and then turned her head on it's side 
allowing the blood to flow from it.  She was forced to hold it there while Paul 
held the flame to the little girl's cunt.

Hanna's spasms were so violent that she managed to pull the skewer, which was 
buried through her right wrist, from Beth's chest. Two seconds later the other 
one came out.  Paul cursed, switched off the flame, and  helped Anne hold the 
child still. The woman pushed two fingers into Hanna's mouth and took hold of 
the skewer. She pulled upwards hard and the child froze. The skin stretched 
around the skewer. Paul could see Hanna's mouth trying to close, and could hear 
her molars clicking against the skewer. Paul shoved the child off of the table 
and she fell to the floor. Anne's arm dropped with her. 

The doctor kicked the small child, and pulled her up using the skewer. Hanna had 
no choice other than to stand. She screamed as her burned feet touched the 
floor, but it was a choice between that, or having her cheeks ripped apart.

Paul moved up behind the child and grabbed her. Anne let go of the skewer and 
Paul threw the child over the table, backside up.

Anne quickly clipped Hanna's dog collar to an eyebolt screwed into the side of 
the table, and then pulled her feet to the floor where they were attached with 
cuffs to the legs of the table.

 Paul picked up the whip from the corner of the room, where Anne had placed it. 
He turned to the quivering, and suffering six-year-old girl that was secured 
before him. Paul licked his dry lips and chuckled to himself. This beautiful 
little girl was capable of brining out the most brutal in people. Paul let the 
platted leather whip uncoil trailing the tip on the floor. With a grunt he 
pulled it around and lashed it across Hanna's back. 

The whip landed with a crack, and a scream from Hanna filled the room. Had it 
not been padded to limit the effect of such screams, it would have been 
resounding. The whip sung as it flew through the air for the second time. The 
blow landed on the little girl's fat little arse. The skin split under where the 
leather struck, and blood spilled from the wound. It trailed down Hanna's skinny 
little legs, and it was those legs that received the next blow.



Paul soon lost count of how many times the whip rose fell, and cracked across 
Hanna's smooth white skin. Her back, legs, and arse were however soon littered 
with deep red cuts, and long purple  welts. The blood seeped from these wounds 
adding to the ever increasing volume of the puddle that had formed around the 
base of the hydraulic rack. 

Paul rubbed his aching arm. The whipping had taken most of the fight out of 
little Hanna, and amazingly the little slut was awake, or perhaps not quite so 
amazing considering she was full to the brim with drugs. 

Anne stood rubbing her cunt into Hanna's tearful and distorted face. She took 
great pleasure in the child's suffering. As Paul looked up at her she grinned 
and handed the man the wire brush, which she had placed on the side of the 
bench. 

Paul took the brush from the woman and looked down on  Hanna's tortured little 
arse.  With one hand he pulled apart Hanna's cheeks, to take a look at her 
bruised little hole. It was a pretty sight. Especially the way it now quivered 
at the prospect of what as to come. Paul pushed a finger deep inside of the 
little girl, savouring the tightness of the tiny little hole. After a few 
moments he pulled his finger out and replaced it with his cock. Driving deep 
into the child several times, listening to her moan, and whimper in pain.

The man pulled himself from the tight little hole, and then rubbed the wire 
brush up against it. Hanna cried out with pain and she wriggled around, perhaps 
trying to get away from the thing that was prickling her arse. Paul had to laugh 
at her futile attempts. He giggled and held the brush against the hole for more 
than a minute before he pushed it inside.

Paul could feel it tear at the soft skin of her colon. Blood poured from the 
hole around the brush and washed down Hanna's legs. Perfect. Paul put his hand 
onto Hanna's hot pussy. The man massaged the blood into her small, and tight 
cunt. He then twisted the brush around before pushing it deep into the child's 
arse; leaving only a small portion of the handle sticking out of the ravaged 
hole.

Paul stroked his cock, smearing Hanna's blood along the shaft; enjoying the warm 
and slick feel of it. It felt better than any oil. Anne had hold of the little 
girls head. The Doctor had it held up by her hair, and was slapping the child's 
small face with the back of her hand. Blood splashed from the the little girl's 
mouth with each blow, much of it staining Anne's naked body, though the majority 
sprayed the floor.

After several blows the woman seemed to become frustrated with Hanna's response 
and her hand curled into a fist. The bitch thumped her knuckles against the poor 
child's face, always careful not to hit the skewer that was buried through the 
little girls cheeks. 

Anne finally got board of it and threw Hanna's head down, the child's jaw 
cracked audibly against the bench. "Come here slut," said Paul.

Walking around the bench, Anne approached her cousin; the man held up his hands, 
still thickly coated in blood, and pressed them against Anne's large tits. The 
woman made a soft moan, and pressed in against Paul rubbing her cunt up against 
his leg. Paul kneaded Anne's breasts, giving them a glossy red veneer. The woman 
reached down, took hold of Paul's stiff cock and rubbed it against the small 
child's cunt. "Do you want me to stick it in there sir?" she asked.

Paul couldn't help but snigger at the remark. "Of course I do bitch," he said.

Anne pressed the blood smeared cock into the child's, equally bloodstained, cut. 
She inserted him only a few inches before the man took over thrust deep inside 
of the child. He pulled back a few inches and then pushed back in. Paul gasped 
as his cock traversed the child's cervix and  buried deep into her womb.

Anne took a step back and ran a finger across her tits and then across her lips 
giving them a new red coating. The doctor pushed out her tongue and ran it over 
the blood taking it into her mouth. "Can I nail her down?" she asked.

Paul was fucking into the child with long slow leisurely strokes. "Ah," he 
gasped. "That will be so good. Don't kill her, just pin her onto her dead 
sister."

Anne grinned like a schoolgirl and grabbed the skewers from the floor. Paul was 
confidant that she know where to put the skewers and keep the slut alive, but, 
when the woman pulled the first one out and literally stabbed it down through 
the little girl's left side, he momentarily became worried that the Doctor was 
becoming overzealous. However, as the woman drove the skewer down deep into 
Bethy's belly, Paul realised that only a thick lump of Hanna's flesh had been 
victim to the skewer. Anne rammed the second one through the other side of  
Hanna's body in much the same fashion, and then two through her shoulders. Hanna 
screamed as much as was possible, for a ravaged six-year-old with a broken jaw, 
in shock and suffering from concussion. 

Paul was in heaven. The feeling around his cock was nothing short of divine. The 
man sped up his momentum, fucking in and out of the little girl ever harder.

Anne, however, slowed down after the shoulders, the next pins went down near the 
first two, she pushed them through the child's sides and into Hanna's dead elder 
sister's belly. The last two went in through the centre of the Hanna's back, on 
either side of her spine. The doctor took those two the slowest, pushing them 
down until they bust out of Hanna's chest and, again, into the little girls 
sister.

It wasn't long, despite cumming several times already that day, before Paul felt 
his balls tighten and spunk rise in his cock. With a gasp Paul forced himself to 
stop. He waited inside the child groaning as the constantly twitching muscles of 
her tiny cunt massaged his cock. It felt good, but was just subtle enough to 
allow the his cock to calm down, and back to a state where there was no real 
chance of the man squirting his cum into the girl. Paul sighed and pulled his 
cock from the tiny child's tight cunt.

Paul took a few steps back, although he wasn't a doctor, he had experience in 
these matters, and knew that Hanna wouldn't last much longer before she died of 
either shock, or blood loss. The latter was the most probable, considering the 
drugs that Anne had pumped into the child.

There was, however, plenty of time to have a little more fun before the kid 
died, and that was what the razor blades were for. Paul opened the tub and 
rested it the bench beside Beth; the square box bringing the blood up around it. 
Paul put his fingers into the pot and lifted out one of the blades; he held it 
up turning it to see the difference in the light as it glimmered on the, almost 
impossibly, sharp blade. He pressed one corner against Hanna's smooth back; he 
pressed it hard waiting until the blood formed a thin line around the blade. 
Paul licked his lips, his mouth was dry from the excitement, and he breathed 
heavily. Slowly he drew the blade down Hanna's back opening a long deep gash. He 
opened the wound almost four inches before he stopped, and pressed the blade 
deep into the child's soft skin. 

Paul groaned, that had felt good. He reached into the pot and lifted out a 
second blade. He opened the second wound parallel to the first and pressed the 
blade in when it was next to the first. The third was the longest, Paul opened a 
long deep cut across Hanna's back; it crossed both of the previous cuts and the 
blade was pressed in until it lodged itself against one of the child's ribs.

Paul laughed and slapped Hanna's arse getting, rather predictably, no response 
whatsoever from the crying little girl. "Help me turn her over," he said to 
Anne.

Anne unlocked Hanna's collar while Paul unfastened the cuffs from her ankles. 
The two adults took hold of the little girl and lifted her; tearing the skewers 
from Beth's body. They flipped the child over and pulled her around so that she 
was laying flat over her sister her head resting just under the dead girls chin.

Hanna's eyes were barely open now; they stayed locked in one place, and it was 
hard to tell whether she was even conscious. Her breathing came slowly, it 
wheezed from her lungs and she would whimper and cry every few moment, the only 
indication she now gave to show that she was still with them.

Paul lifted another razor blade from the pot and pressed it into the centre of 
the little girl's flat breast. She gave a gasp as it was pressed in through the 
scar-tissue that had once been her nipple. Paul pulled the blade downwards 
cutting through the child's nipple. He went an inch and then twisted the blade 
to cut around it. 

Once he had travelled the full circumference of the child's tit he pressed the 
blade in and, leaving a tiny bit sticking out. He took another blade and did the 
same to the other side. 

Anne pressed her fingers against Hanna's neck to checked the little girl's 
pulse, and then pulled her eye lids open. "She's not got long," she warned Paul.

Paul pressed the blade into the child's chest and nodded. "We'd better be quick 
then," he said. "Grab her under the arms. We're taking her across the hall."

Anne glared up at Paul. "You bastard," she muttered and lifted the child. 

Paul grinned and lifted her legs, As the girl slumped back against Anne the 
woman gasped loudly. "Oh fuck," she cried. Blood started to trail down the 
woman's body, and Paul knew that it wasn't all Hanna's.

They carried the child quickly out of the room and across the hall. The room on 
the other side was relatively bare; in the centre of the room two bars, somewhat 
resembling curtain rails, stretched the length of the ceiling. What hung from 
them however in no way resembled a curtain; long thick chrome chains, ending 
with large menacing meat hooks hung still in the room. The walls and floor had 
several large brown stains. Long dried blood. The light in this room had taken 
on a dim flicker and the man made a mental note to have it changed before he 
used this room again.

Paul dropped the child's feet and Anne screamed. Her head fell down and she 
sobbed into Hanna's blond hair. Paul chucked and pushed the woman into the 
centre of the room, listening to her little yelps as she moved. "Oh god," cried 
the Doctor.

Paul grabbed one of the hooks and pulled it along the rail. "Hold her still," he 
said and then shoved it through the child's shoulder.

He was quick to draw the second one along and push it through the other side. 
Once that was done Anne let go of Hanna and hugged her stomach. The deep cuts, 
caused by the razor blades protruding from Hanna's back, looked quite nasty. 
Paul sniggered and dragged along two more hooks. "Don't just stand there like a 
fucking tart give me a hand," he shouted.

Anne swore under her breath and then approached the wall to drag a third pair of 
hooks to the little girl. 

Paul put his arm around Hanna's stomach and lifted her off of the ground. Anne, 
pushed the hooks through the child's hips and finally through her legs. The skin 
and muscle contorted under the little girl's weight. Paul took a step back, it 
looked like a scene from a horror flick.

Paul brushed the thought from his mind and grabbed hold of Hanna's hair. Pulling 
open her broken jaw was an easy task, as was shoving his fat cock deep inside of 
the child's throat. It felt great. Paul grabbed the child's hair and fucked hard 
against her face.

Even in her exhausted state the child's muscles began to contract and spasm as 
the life ebbed from her small frame. She lasted only moments... and, fuck, did 
Paul feel good. He fucked the child's throat hard, even when it became clear 
that she was dead it was great. Paul himself lasted a lot longer.

His deep and hard fuck of the dead little girls throat was heavenly. "Oh god!" 
he cried as the muscles in his own stomach contracted; it felt like his balls 
were trying to implode. He pulled from the dead child's mouth, and sprayed her 
face with thick white globs of sperm. 



"... please, whoever you are, whatever you want just let my little girls go," 
the man sobbed. Flashes from the cameras flickered throughout the room and the 
broadcast was cut.

"The father of the three missing girls, and dead Laura Hafbur made that heart 
felt plea today. Calling upon whomever has three daughters to turn themselves 
in..."

"The police made comment today that there was very little evidence left at the 
scene of the crime, although it is believed that Andrew Fennin, the boyfriend of 
the missing Alice, and known local drug pusher, may have caused the trouble when 
he escaped a jail sentence by informing on several big time drug dealers."

"The police today commented that this was the most likely route and that they 
had put Andrew into protective custody." 

Paul pressed the button on the remote and smiled. Drug related, he couldn't have 
been happier had they decided to drop the investigation all together. He reached 
to the phone and dialled the number he had memorised. The receiver lifted and a 
male voice blabbered away in Russian."

"Speak English," muttered Paul.

"Ahh Paul, I hear the news, is good no?" 

"Very, good. Have you transferred the money?" 

"Ahh yes, all the money in the account, you have tapes?"

"They are being shipped at this moment," he said.

"Good Paul, can't wait to see this ones. Girls are very beautiful no? Selling 
them should make a fortune. Remember anything you need you just ask."

Paul chuckled and put the phone down.



Epilogue



The wind blew the trees but even that was exhaustingly hot. Hot, sticky and 
exhausting, nothing else could be used to describe the short English summers. 
Summers like this were always short lived, it was hardly fair that Tammy was 
going to miss this one. The baby kicked and she slowed her walk and placed her 
hand on her bloated belly. Little Kim pressed her face into Tammy's arm and 
yawned. "When can we stop?" moaned the little girl.

Tammy smiled down at her little sister, "Soon, we are almost there."

All this moving around was no life for a fifteen-year-old mother to be, and it 
was especially hard on the four-year-old girl that she had to drag around with 
her. She wished it could stop, but it couldn't. She was too young, she had no 
family, and they had threatened to take Kim away from her, and her baby. That 
couldn't happen.

What else could she do...

The teenager sighed led Kim into the shade of a large warehouse, she had met 
somebody. He was nice, and had said that she could stay with him. 

He was a pervert, Tammy smiled, she didn't care. She could live with sleeping 
with a dirty old man for a few years, if it meant that she and Kim, her sister, 
were safe. Besides he couldn't be any worse than her Father... no Barry was a 
loving man; he would care for them even if there was a price.

"Come on," said Tammy.

The two of them started again. It was a Sunday and this part of town was all but 
deserted. The tall industrial building were a grim sight, and, if not for the 
few trees, the whole place would look barren. It was okay though... the estate 
was on the other side, few people lived there these days, and that was good.

"Excuse me?" called a voice behind her.

Tammy's heart quickened. They couldn't have found her, nobody knew where she 
was. The teen turned around and calmed down when she saw the man there. He was 
shorter than her own five foot eleven, and quite fat. An old, and worn leather 
jacket hung from his shoulders and he had a rather charming smile. "Sorry to 
startle you," he said.

"What can I do for you?" asked Tammy.

"Well now that is a good question," he said. The man reached into his pocket and 
took out a pistol.

Tammy's breathing became erratic and she shuddered. "Please we don't have 
anything," she blubbered. "I don't have any money, I don't even have a fucking 
home." 

Tears sprung from her eyes and streamed down her face. Kim was whining beside 
her, the little girl knew little more than how terrified her sister was.

The man shrugged. "Don't need money anyway," his smile turned into a smirk. 
"What do you have."

"Oh god," moaned Tammy. Creeps had wanted to fuck her while she was still an 
innocent teenager. And now perverts were knocking at her door. "Please, just 
don't hurt my sister... I'll do anything."

"Well, you see that," the man pointed to a plain white truck not fifty yards 
away. "Go and get into that," he said.

"I can't leave Kim," she said.

"I meant the both of you," said the man with an almost impossible calmness about 
him. That made Tammy feel even worse.

"Don't hurt us," sobbed Tammy.

The man moved quickly and suddenly. Before Tammy even realised what was going on 
he had Kim in his arms. The child screamed and he clamped his hand over her 
mouth. Putting the gun into his pocket he ran his hand up the toddlers dress and 
into her knickers. Tammy gasped.

"Don't move," spat the man. "I'll break her fucking neck."

Tammy nodded.

"Go open the back of that truck," he said. "It is unlocked, bend over back of it 
take your knickers off and throw them inside lift your dress. I am going to fuck 
your arse, has anyone done that before."

The teen shook her head.

"Good," said the man. "Just so you know, I am Paul, but you can call me Sir, or 
Master, you choose. I am kidnapping the both of you. I suggest you comply 
because I have killed children before and I will do it again. Snapping this 
little beauties neck will give me such an erection as would cutting the baby 
from your belly. Do you want that?"

"N-no sir," sobbed Tammy.

Paul's smile returned. "I see we are going to get along just fine. Now go and do 
what you were told."

"Y-yes sir," cried the pregnant teen and she waddled across towards the van.

Paul chuckled. "New toys at last," he said.





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