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Angels Scream, Chapter 7
Alocer Loki 2002
Story Codes: M/gg, pedo, rape, tort

DISCLAIMER
	This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
	scenes of children, specifically little girls, in extreme sexual
	situations.

	These may include but are not limited to; rape, and sexual torture, if
	any of these subjects offends you, or if you are under 18 then don't read
	it.

	Everything from here on in is purely fiction. I, the author, do not
	condone any of the actions depicted.

	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
	then what the fuck are you doing reading this?

	If you wish to contact me I can be reached directly at
	alocerloki@subdimension.com
Thanks and enjoy the story
Alocer Loki



Chapter 7
Amy lay still and silent; her sweet little head lay nestled in my lap and the
little girl breathed small, shallow, and melodic breaths. Gently, I ran my hand 
down her bare body, feeling the small rough scars that now marred this, once 
perfect, infant. 
 
Pulling back the corner of the curtain, I glanced down the road at Frank 
pulling his dark haired daughter through the media circus that had started to 
mill outside. Missing children were always popular news. Although, admittedly, 
it made me very nervous to have Amy in my house but it was now too late to get 
cold feet. 
 
The little girl shifted in such a way that her bottom poked out from under the 
covers. When she moved again, the five year old rolled and the stitches in her 
pussy could be seen. My cock stiffened instantly and I made a little groan. My 
lips curled into a smile, I took hold of the blanket, and pulled it back over 
her sweet body. 
 
Amy's eyes opened a crack, the little girl stared up at me for several moments 
before tipping her head away and glancing around the room. When Amy looked back 
up at me, she opened her mouth and, in a quiet hoarse voice, said, "Where is... 
where is Sarah?"
 
It was touching, however I was pretty sure that she was really wondering if 
Frank was still around, Amy had indeed taken a severe disliking to that man. 
"Frank took her home baby," I said.
 
Amy relaxed visibly, she curled up against me, shifting more of her body onto 
my lap. I stoked my fingers through her hair. "Do you want a drink baby?" I 
asked. "Something to eat?"
 
The sweet five year old looked up at me and smiled. "Yes please uncle Ian," she 
said softly.
 
Taking a firm hold of the little thing I stood up picking her up with me. She 
shivered as the blanket fell away exposing her abused and naked body to the 
cold air. Holding Amy in one hand, I crouched down and grabbed the cover off of 
the sofa to wrap back around my little sex-toy.
 
I carried Amy into the kitchen and sat her on a stool at the breakfast bar. She 
winced as her bottom pressed against the wood but, somehow, managed to sit 
still. "You look very sexy," I told her.
 
Amy blinked her big blue eyes and then glanced out around the room looking for 
the promised food. 
 
I shook my head, this little toy had been through so much abuse these last few 
days it was a wonder she was still aware at all. With a sigh, I took a glass 
from the cupboard and filled it with water. The moment I placed it onto the 
table, Amy grabbed it and gulped down the liquid. Every move and every action 
Amy made was just so sexy. I was having a hard time not thinking about it; I 
just wanted to fuck the child again.
 
Forcing my mind onto other things, I prepared us both a light tea. Amy nibbled 
on her food. It was almost as if she was afraid that finishing it would result 
in more hurt. Unfortunately for her, that was just about right. I have no idea 
how or why but I was just helpless against this baby girls sexuality. It 
occurred to me suddenly that I was deeply in love with her... I had totally 
fallen for this little sex-goddess I adored her and now, more than ever, I 
needed to hear her scream, I needed to milk every ounce of torment from this 
five year old fuck-toy.
 
As much as I wanted to see her, and hear her, screaming and crying; I was 
patient enough to let her finish her food. I sat opposite the child, gawping 
while she took dainty bites from her food. My heart raced, threatening to tear 
it self from my chest, my cock was so hard. I'd fucked so much these last few 
days that I was beginning to get sore but, still, it urged me to fuck her. 
After all, she was my little girl, I could fuck her now or at any other time I 
felt like it. I wanted her now.
 
I stood up out of my chair and rounded it until I was in front of Amy. Without 
the slightest pleasantry I shoved my cock into her face. The child's natural 
instinct was to repel but, after looking up at me,  she changed her mind and 
took hold of my fat manhood in her tiny hands. "Do you want me to suck it?" she 
asked.
 
I slapped Amy across the cheek; the child yelped  go of me. She looked 
desperate, like she didn't know what to do, or what she had done. I didn't give 
her any time to complete either thought, I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. 
My face pressed against hers and my tongue pushed into her open mouth. Amy 
gasped as I gave the sexy preteen bitch a long, slow, and wet kiss. 
 
The poor child was very confused, tears dripped down her cheeks and she 
remained opened eyed throughout. I took great enjoyment of caressing her tongue 
with my own, while my hands moved down her sweet little body. She was such a 
tiny little thing, so delicate so sexy. I squeezed her buttocks with my free 
hand and then pushed a finger into the tight little hole. 
 
Amy moaned into my mouth, more of a cry of pain than a moan. She tried to pull 
way but I held her head fast against mine. She wriggled against me, a series of 
yelps escaped her mouth but were muffled by my tongue. Frank and I had torn the 
baby girl open that night, and then sewn her back up using fishing wire while 
the little thing lay unconscious, as a result I was sure that any kind of 
penetration was pure agony for my little sex toy.
 
I pushed my finger in deeper. Amy screwed up her eyes, tears poured down her 
sweet cheeks. I kept kissing her while I slowly pushed my digit in all the way 
to the knuckle and wriggled it around inside her. All I could think about was 
causing her more pain.
 
When I pulled my finger from her arse I also let go of Amy's head. The child 
fell back onto the stool. She sat very still staring at me for several moments 
before her face screwed up and the little thing started to cry. Her whole body 
quivered, it was such a sexy sight! I took my cock in my hand and started to 
wank furiously over the seductive five year old. I couldn't help it, the tiny 
little fuck toy was just irresistible. Although, it did occurred to me, why the 
fuck was I wanking when I had a fuck toy in front of me.
 
I smacked Amy hard across the the top of her head. The tiny child was knocked 
from the chair, her tiny body tumbled hard against the tile floor. She cried 
out with pain and shock and curled herself into the foetal position, I pointed 
at the seat. "Get back up there," I told her.
 
The flirtatious little cunt scrambled back onto the stool. Giving an audible 
scowl when her abused little arse pressed against the hard wood. She'd lost her 
blanket on the floor and was now naked for me. I pointed at my stiff cock. 
"Suck," I spat.
 
"Why didn't you just say that first!" she shouted at me, tears streaming down 
her face. "I would have done it."
 
I slapped her cheek again and shoved my cock against her lips. With her face 
screwed up as it was she should have been ugly but, to me, she was more 
beautiful than ever. Amy opened her sweet lips and took my stiff penis inside. 
She closed her mouth around it and sucked hard.
 
"Ahh," I gasped.

I grabbed hold of the little bitches blond hair and rammed my cock into the 
back of her throat. The child's tiny hands pressed against my legs; she was 
trying so hard to push her self off of the thick rod that filled her throat. It 
was just utterly cute! I fucked into her face hard and fast. Ramming my hard 
cock against the tiny opening of her throat. Amy choked, she screaming when she 
could but mostly she just made small gagging sounds and pushed at my legs. As a 
result, it was almost no time at all before I dragged my cock from her mouth 
and shot my load over her gorgeous face. 
 
It struck across her lips and into her open mouth. Some stuck to her nose and a 
little dripped from her chin and onto her chest but most of it clung to her 
lips. It was a beautiful sight. I just couldn't help myself. I pulled her head 
towards mine and kissed her, I smeared my spunk between our faces, I could 
smell it and I could taste it. I could smell little girl, and I could taste 
little girl. I had never known such an exhilarating cocktail. 
 
I hugged the baby girl in tight against me, so that I could feel her small warm 
body pressed against mine as I sucked on her mouth. Amy's arms wrapped around 
my waist and she squeezed me; quite content to cry while I kissed her.
 
I stood up, picking the little doll up with me, and carried her up the stairs 
into my bedroom. I laid her down gently onto the bed and closed the door. Amy 
sat up and watched me. She was still shaking the poor thing. I smiled at her. 
"Get in," I told her. "Make it all warm for me."
 
Rather tentatively Amy climbed under the covers and sunk down until only her 
pretty little head stuck out. I'd planned on sleeping with the child tonight 
and had brought  a set of the handcuffs up earlier. I took them now and climbed 
into the bed with the child. Fishing out one of her arms I pulled it out from 
under the duvet, snapped the cuffs around that one wrist and secured her to the 
bedpost. 
 
Amy looked perplexed. I grinned and leant forwards to give her a little kiss on 
the tip of her nose, "So you don't get away," I told.
 
"I wouldn't," she said.

I ran my hand to her pussy and stroked on it gently. "I know baby," I told her. 
"But it also makes you look really cute and sexy."
 
Amy pressed her legs together. Although I couldn't see, I felt her do it. I 
can't say that I blamed her for that reaction but it wasn't like she had a 
choice whether or not I fucked her! I pulled on her free arm, dragging the tiny 
five year old onto my chest. As I clasped onto her buttock with my other hand 
the baby girl gave a cock twitching gasp of pain. "Ow," she moaned. 
 
I pushed my finger between her closed legs running it up into her crack. Laying 
small kisses on her face I said, "Come on now honey, open up."
 
Amy's lower lip trembled and fresh tears flooded her eyes, they spilled out 
down her cheeks as the infant parted her legs.  I leaned into her and kissed 
her eyes, gently licking up her cute little tears. "Ahh baby," I said. "What's 
all this for?"
 
Amy sniffed and, in a tiny voice, said, "Y-you are going to fuck me."

I couldn't lie to my baby. "Yes honey, "I said. "I am."

"Don't," whined Amy. "Please let me suck you again, please don't put your willy 
in me again. I hurt there!"
 
I stroked my hand gently over her smooth little pussy. "Oh baby," I said. "I 
have to fuck you."
 
"No you don't."

I placed one of my fingers over her sweet lips, "Shhh," I sounded. "I love you 
honey, I love you so much... do you love me?"
 
Amy hesitated. She took a deep breath. "Yes," she whispered. "I love you too... 
I love you Uncle Ian."
 
My heart melted away and my cock stiffened up like an iron rod. "Kiss me 
honey," I said.
 
I parted my lips a little and my sweet little girl shifted up me, she poked her 
small pink tongue out and slipped it into my mouth. I groaned and ran my hands 
down her tiny body cupping her buttocks and squeezing them.
 
Amy flinched as I kneaded the tortured area but the sweet baby kept kissing me. 
After a little while Amy broke off to catch her breath, she stared directly at 
me with her big baby blue eyes. "You see honey," I said. "When two people love 
each other they have to have sex."
 
"B-but I don't want to have sex," whimpered Amy.

A strand of her golden blond hair fell in front of her eyes, and I moved my 
hand brush it away. "Sexy, do you want me to get mad with you?" I asked.
 
Amy froze up and shook her head. 

I licked my tongue across her lips. "What is worse baby? Having sex with me, or 
making me mad?"
 
"Making you mad," squeaked Amy her small hand moved up to the lump on her head. 
The little girl lowered her head and shook. "I'm sorry," she blubbered.
 
I cupped the child's chin in my hand and lifted her head up so I could see her 
face. I brushed her hair out of th way. "Do you want sex now?" 
 
Amy shrugged. 

I raised an eye brow.

"Y-yes," she murmured. "I want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck me."

I kissed my sweet little thing again, snaking my tongue deep into her tiny 
mouth. When I pulled away I ran my fingers across her cheek. "Thats my girl," I 
said softly.
 
I rolled over, taking Amy with me, until I lay on top of the five year old fuck 
toy. She groaned and strained to breath as I crushed her small body under me. 
"Please," she moaned.
 
I displaced some of my weight off of the tiny girl, although only because I 
needed to in order to pull the small thing down into the bed to where my cock 
could get at her. As I nuzzled my stiff penis against the child's damaged and 
brutalised cunny, Amy gave a high-pitched yelp and I suddenly became frightened 
that one of the neighbours might hear.
 
After glancing about myself I pulled open the draw of the bedside table,  took 
out a handkerchief and balled it up. "Open wide," I told her.
 
Sniffing back her tears, Amy opened her little mouth. This child was so tiny 
that even the hanky filled it up. Next, I leant over to the chair, which sat 
next to my bed and grabbed the belt from my dressing gown. Turning back to the 
hot little girl I had under me I used it to tie the gag in place.
 
Amy said mumbled something but I only got a few moans. I smiled; she looked so 
cute, her cheeks were puffed and a scrap of the white rag hung out of her lips. 
I kissed the child on the forehead and returned to rubbing my cock against her 
fat little cunt.
 
Amy's eyes tilted in testament to how much even this much contact was hurting 
her. Tears dripped from them again. She'd dehydrate herself if she carried on 
at this rate. That was the last thought to cross my mind before I plunged into 
her. There wasn't very much give to Amy's pussy and, almost instantly, I felt 
the stitches tear away. Amy's eyes expanded until it looked like they might pop 
out of her head. Little mewling sounds escaped the gag  but try as she might, 
the child's desperate screams didn't get louder than that. "Oh fuck yes," I 
groaned into her face, drawling saliva over it. I pulled my cock out few inches 
and I drove straight back in; smacking through the child's cervix and into her 
tiny, immature womb. Amy's hysterical screams tickled my very soul. My loverly 
angle had such a beautiful voice, even muffled, as it was, by the handkerchief. 

 
Amy, as always, was a great fuck and soon I was pumping my cum deep into her 
little belly. Finishing up I rolled off and slipped out of my little girl. She 
was crying and staring into space. I'd probably caused damage this time. Her 
little cunt should have been left alone but I couldn't help myself. I wrapped 
my arms around the little doll and rolled onto my back, lifting her up and onto 
my chest. Her small head buried into my shoulder and I could hear her soft 
sobs. 
 
I closed my eyes and sighed. The sexy sounds Amy was making soothed me; the 
noise that a crying girl makes has a rather hypnotic affect. I drifted off to 
sleep at that most beautiful of sounds.
 


I lay there halfway between slumber and the wakening world. Oddly at rest but 
somehow aware. Aware of Amy's warm breath whistling though her nose into my 
ear, ticking me, I was also aware of her heart thumping away in her chest, it 
resounded through me. It was all so sexy. My carnal instinct kicked in before I 
did and a thought ran across my mind. I could be listening to her scream. 
 
My eyes opened. My cock was stood stiff resting against Amy's legs. My little 
girl's head pressed against mine, I could just see where the gag bulged her 
cheeks from he corner of my eye. It was a wonder she'd not choked herself 
during the night. Gently as I could, I slipped the child off of me. She stirred 
but didn't wake. That was good, I wanted this to be a surprise to her. I 
climbed out of bed and pulled the covers off of her small naked body. Blood 
stained most of the bed but it wasn't as bad as I had feared. Her pussy seemed 
to have faired rather well during the night. Although I promised myself that I 
would leave off of fucking her cunt or arse for the day ahead. Her mouth was 
plenty good enough. Besides there were plenty of other ways to abuse this baby. 

 
She shivered but stayed laying quite still on her back, her legs slightly apart 
showing me her torn little pussy. I stroked on my cock whilst admiring her 
small abused form. It is hard to believe how a  burnt and beaten child can be 
suck a turn on. My mind prodded me, again flashing the thought which had woken 
me up. 
 
As carefully as I could I pulled Amy's free hand out and cuffed it the other 
bed post, then wrapped a rope around her left ankle and tied it off to the foot 
of  the bed. I was tempted to tie the other one as well; the one thing I didn't 
want was for her to roll over but I feared that doing so might wake her. I went 
over to where the computer was set up on the desk and pulled the power cord 
from the back of the monitor. I'd never realised it was so long, about six 
foot. Not that I minded. I folded the cord in half and approached my baby girl. 
She was so tranquil like that, fast asleep and barely moving. So peaceful and, 
despite her many scars, she looked innocent. I grinned and raised my hand over 
my head and then, with as much force as I could put behind it, I brought the 
power cord down across the battered and abused mound of this five year olds 
pussy.
 
Amy's eyes snapped open and she shrieked into the gag; struggling, she started 
to thrash her baby body about. I hit her again across her pussy. Oh it was so 
beautiful, I spent what must have been minutes concentrating my blows on that 
small area, covering the tops of her thighs, her vulva, and her lower belly 
with long red welts. Blood seeped from many of them. It was gorgeous and I was 
nowhere near finished. I started to inch up her small body. Striking the 
electrical cord across her flat belly, leaving long red and raised stripes in 
my wake. Tears flooded down Amy's cheeks and she squirmed and she thrashed. Her 
one free leg kicked round and she screamed into the gag; her begging eyes 
glared at me. 
 
I paused on her chest for a few moments, trying to bash both of her pretty 
burnt little nipples, only once I'd given each of them several blows did I move 
up further. I sneered and then lashed out at her face. One blow after another, 
I smashed in her button nose and blood poured out, I cut her cheek, I was 
trying to keep away from her eyes. I stopped when I noticed that the blood 
coming from her nose was causing her trouble with breathing. I didn't want to 
kill her just yet. So I started to whip her legs instead. 
 
I put the cord down when I realised that Amy was no longer breathing. Her 
little body was thrashing around and she was awake but she couldn't breathe. I 
watched her like that for several moments, the baby girl trying to force air 
through the blood that clogged her nose, "Oh baby," I sighed and knelt down by 
her to kiss her forehead. 
 
I untied the gag from her mouth and pulled it out. I let Amy take a single 
gasping breath before I clamped my hand on her mouth. The five year old moaned 
at me trying to pull her head away, I know she wanted more air. I slapped her 
face. "Look at me," I snapped.
 
Amy stopped struggling, she squirmed about and glared at me with puppy-dog 
eyes. "No screaming," I told her. "Okay."
 
Amy nodded.

I let go of her mouth and Amy gasped in more air and I untied her. She hung her 
head against her chest and panted breathlessly for several moment. She snapped 
her head up and glared at me. Her little hands curled into fists and she hit at 
my arm. "I hate you," she cried.
 
Then she burst into tears. I frowned and pulled her onto my lap. Despite what I 
had just done and her harsh words she had no qualms about cuddling into me. 
"Shh," I whispered, stroking my hand across her back.. "Its all over now,"  
 
Amy kept a tight grip on me, her face pressed into my neck and she sobbed,  her 
whole body trembled. As much as I wanted to just keep hold of my sexy little 
thing, I still had my problematic erection to deal with. "Amy," I whispered. 
"Look at me doll."
 
My little darling  did as she was told and looked up at me, the hate in her 
eyes had been replaced with self pity and fear. It was all quite cute and I 
couldn't help but kiss her again. When I looked back up I smiled at her. "I 
want you to suck my cock now okay baby?"
 
The tiny five year old shrugged, and then nodded. "Yes," she said very quietly.

Despite her agreement Amy didn't seem to want to move and clung to me for 
several moments. When she did move, Amy slipped slowly off of my lap. As she 
glanced up at me I became sure I'd broken her pretty little nose, although the 
damage to her face was otherwise minimal. She took hold of my cock in both 
hands and opened her sweet little mouth, leaning over she took the fat rod 
inside.
 
I closed my eyes and groaned, enjoying the feeling of Amy's mouth on my cock. I 
stoked my hands through her hair but otherwise left the little slut alone to do 
her job. I relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over me and shot my load 
into the child's waiting mouth. Amy choked but swallowed it all, just like the 
good little whore that she was. Licking her lips, Amy looked back up at me. I 
leant down and placed my mouth right over them and pushed my tongue inside her 
mouth to give her a long slow kiss. After a small peck on the tip of her broken 
nose I stood up. "Come on honey," I said. "Lets get you cleaned up." 
 
I picked up the small girl and she wrapped her legs around me so that I could 
feel her hot little pussy pressed against my belly. Amy was such an erotic 
little girl. Squeezing her buttocks in my hands I carried her into the 
bathroom.
 


Amy didn't want to be put in her cage, even after several slaps to her face, 
legs and arse she fought me tooth and claw. However I needed her out from under 
my feet during the day. I couldn't let her wonder the house. Even after I had 
bundled her into the tiny cage she begged me to promise her that I'd be back 
soon. I made no such promise and as I closed the door of her little room I 
heard her screaming. Being locked in a tiny cage in a room, which was totally 
silent and pitch black, had to be torturous. It was hard not to feel pity for 
the poor little thing.
 
Still I had to lock her up, I needed her out of the way while I cleared away 
any trace of her. I stripped the sheets of my bed and shoved them down in the 
cellar, I would have liked nothing better than to have burned my mattress but I 
couldn't afford the attention that that might afford. 
 


At about midmorning I got a knock on my door. A glance out of the window told 
me it was the police, again, my heart was in my throat as I went to answer the 
door but I reassured myself that had they truly thought I had Amy, they'd be 
using a ram to knock. So I answered it. I raised my eyebrow, not in the least 
bit surprised to see Carl; I smiled at my former classmate. "Can I help?" I 
asked.
 
Carl took off his hat and wiped his forehead, "It's okay Ian, we were just 
wondering if you'd seen Elaine? We know you two are friends."
 
"Elaine?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"She's missing," said Carl. "Since last night, Frank called us just after he 
got in and told us that she'd not come home."
 
"Abigale told us this morning that she'd seen her driving out of town," he 
said. "We hoped that she was mistaken, you know how Abigale can get."
 
Abigale was a ninety something year old woman who lived on the very edge of the 
village. She was actually very nice, if a little senile. "Elaine's missing?" I 
asked. I couldn't believe it, I knew that she was under a lot of stress with 
her daughter missing and all, but she was not the type of person to go without 
telling anyone. Of course Carl also knew that.
 
"We were wondering if she told you anything?" said Carl. "I know you've not 
exactly been on the best terms since the... since you broke up but from all 
reports you two seemed to have made up. Damn you even made up with Frank and I 
thought the two of you would be at each others throats until you died."
 
I shook my head, I must have looked shocked, I was shocked. "I've not... she 
didn't say anything. She asked me to talk to Frank because..." I paused.
 
"Because he was beating her," added Carl. 

I paused and nodded.

"Some people are talking," said Carl. "Just about the whole town knows that 
Frank was hitting Elaine. They say... Its been suggested that Elaine took Amy 
to some friends or something as an excuse to get away from Frank."
 
I could have laughed, in fact I was barely able to suppress it. Elaine I knew 
she wouldn't do that, I knew the one thing she wanted was stability for Amy, 
that was why our breakup was so painful for her, and the same reason she went 
with Frank in the first place. She would have died before putting Amy though 
any kind of upheaval again; but that didn't answer why Elaine was missing. I 
knew that she certainly hadn't taken Amy; after all the kid was locked up in my 
cellar, why then had she gone missing? However I kind of liked the idea that 
the blame was shifting to her. "I haven't heard from her since yesterday 
morning, I..." I stopped. I didn't know what else to say.
 
"That's okay," said Carl he paused. "You know I hope that she did make a run 
for it with Amy. I know Frank would never hurt a child..."
 
I had to hold my breath for that one.

"... but I've heard Elaine screaming... and crying... if she'd only asked for 
help... I... I'll see you later Ian."
 
I frowned, Carl had always been one to recoil at violence, that was why he'd 
chosen to become policeman, however he never could stick his nose into a fight, 
even now, even though just knowing about it tore the man apart. I wondered 
briefly what he'd do if he knew what I was doing to Amy, or even Sarah. He'd 
probably throw up. "Later," I said.
 
Carl turned around and walked slowly down the drive and climbed back into the 
car. Without a word to each other the two policemen drove off down the road. I 
took a deep sigh and went back inside. 
 
I had barely sat down when the doorbell went again. Swearing under by breath, I 
got up to answer it again. It was a pleasant surprise when Frank shoved Sarah 
though the door. I had been about to call him. As soon as the door was closed I 
opened my mouth ask him about Elaine but he spoke first. "Did you hear?" he 
pipped in, and took a deep breath. "I've got an idea but I need you to 
babysit."
 


Franks idea was bold, to say the least, but we were already chest deep in shit 
and wading in up to our necks didn't seem quite so unpleasant as it might have 
done. Admittedly I suffered from the same problem as Frank, in that this was 
too good to turn down. So I agreed to babysit for him, not that I needed much 
prompting, spending a few hours alone with Sarah was very appealing.
 
When her father left the eight year old brunette stood in the centre of my 
living room looking around herself. She looked very nervous. I sat down in my 
chair and smiled at her. "How's your bum?" I asked.
 
Sarah shifted visibly, after having that huge dildo shoved up her arse for so 
long, I wasn't surprised as to her response. "It-it hurts sir," she murmured. 
 
I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, well I guess it would," I told her and tapped my 
knee. "Come here."
 
Sarah swallowed hard, she looked around at the door, knowing that she could run 
away but also knowing what her father and I would do to her if she dared. She 
looked back around at me and shuffled forwards, climbing up onto my lap.  She 
perched on me, resting her knees on the either side of my legs rather than 
actually sitting down; probably to keep any pressure off of her abused little 
arse. I admired her for a few moments, the little thing was a little more well 
dressed than the day before, although I had dressed her then; so it was hardly 
a surprise.
 
She wore a pink sweatshirt which had 'Sarah' stitched onto the left breast, and 
wore a long black skirt. Her knees, clad in white tights, poked out. Tiny pink 
and white trainers fit snugly to the child's feet. She was quite adorable, 
staring up at me with big green puppy-dog eyes.  Running my hand over her 
tights, I slipped it up her Sarah's skirt and onto her pert little bottom. I 
squeezed the soft flesh, causing the child to gasp in discomfort. I eased my 
hand inside her knickers and worked my finger into the crack until it pressed 
against her abused sphincter muscle. "Oh please don't," she begged moments 
before I shoved my finger inside.
 
The child cried in pain. My finger slipped inside easier than it would have 
done only the day before; the muscle hardly even pressed around my finger 
anymore. I had to admit that it was something of a disappointment, I'd have to 
have a word or two to Frank about damaging his daughters holes. With a sigh I 
pulled my finger out of the eight year old getting a second gasp from the 
child. Taking hold of Sarah's jumper I pulled it up exposing the little yellow 
teeshirt the child wore underneath. With all these layers of clothing it almost 
like she was daring me to see how much I really wanted to use her. I leant 
forwards and pressed my lips up against hers and slotted my tongue into her 
mouth.
 
Sarah gave a quiet groan and kissed me back. It was as plain as day how much 
this little girl loved to be kissed. I ran my hands up her belly and onto her 
chest, I felt the oversensitive nipples, little hard limps on her otherwise 
flat chest. I took them both between my fingers and squeezed. Sarah opened her 
mouth wide and gasped, as she lent back I lent forwards into her keeping our 
mouths joined and our tongues together. When she turned her head away to the 
left I twisted on her nipples.
 
Sarah barked in pain, her pretty body twisted and her small hands clasped over 
mine. "Let go please," she begged.
 
My fingers tightened over her nipples and I twisted my the poor child's nipples 
even further around. Sarah gave a series of little cries. I gathered the saliva 
in my throat and spat it into the eight year olds face. Sarah screwed her eyes 
shut; tears poured down her cheeks. "I've got some work for you to do okay 
babe?" I asked.
 
Sarah nodded franticly. "Yes sir," she whimpered.

I let go of the child's nipples. Sarah winced and grabbed hold of them herself. 
She stared at me, trembling and crying. I shifted forwards a little I reached 
into my pocket to take out two small screw clamps. "I was saving these for 
Amy," I told her. "But I think you'd look quite cute in them."
 
Sarah squeezed her flat tits tighter and shook her head. I gave her a little, 
if rather hard, love tap across her cheek. "Lift up your top, show me your 
nipples," I told her.
 
Swallowing hard, Sarah gave a whimper and ran her hands down to the bottom of 
her teeshirt. With a deep breath, the little girl lifted it up, displaying her 
battered young body until she had bared her pink little nipples. With a smile I 
leant forwards and took one into my mouth. I sucked on it hard running my 
tongue over the little bud. Sarah moaned in a mixture of discomfort and 
pleasure. Her small young body wriggled around on my lap and I felt her nipple 
seise up in my mouth. Just the way I wanted it. I took my mouth off of it and 
placed one last kiss on the small teat. I looked at Sarah's face; the little 
girl had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply. 
 
I placed the clamp over her nipple and pulled the tender skin through the evil 
jaws. Sarah sniveled, her hands gripping tight to my shirt, the poor child was 
trebling. I quickly twirled the screw. The sharp teeth, which lined the clap, 
bit down into her nipple and Sarah screamed. I grabbed her head clasping my 
hand over her mouth. "Shut it," I snapped.
 
Breathing hard and fast though her little nose, Sarah looked at me and tried to 
nod. When I let go of her head, the child glared at me. "Please stop," she 
said.
 
The clamp hung from her chest, it crushed her small nipple, but not quite 
enough for my tastes. When I touched it, Sarah jerked and gave a little yelp. I 
took the screw in my hand again and continued to tighten it. The eight year old 
clamped her teeth down onto her lip and, after a few moments, blood trickled 
down her chin. 
 
Sarah's small body stayed very tense while I put the second clamp on her. Blood 
smeared across her chin and lips. She was a good girl, used, in sense of the 
word, to being abused in a violent way, she knew how to keep herself quiet. I 
found it quite sexy. Almost as sexy as the sight of the two small clamps 
hanging from her chest. I sighed and took hold of the sexy eight year olds head 
in my hands, I pulled her into me and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her 
saliva and warm blood smeared between our faces. Much to my surprise I found 
the taste to my liking. I ran my hand up her skirt and slipped it down the 
front of her knickers. I worked my finger into her tight little crack. Sarah 
opened her legs further, oh I loved this little child whore.
 
"Pull you top down," I told her when I broke off the kiss.

Sarah gave a yelp of pain as her teeshirt and jumper brushed over the clips. 
"Please can I take them off?" she begged.
 
I grabbed hold of both of them through her clothes and Sarah howled. "Don't ask 
again," I spat at her. "Get up."
 
Very slowly the child pulled herself off of my lap and got to her feet in front 
of me. She stood shaking, her eyes pressed closed and she sobbed. "Take down 
the back of your knick-knicks," I told her. "Bend over I want to show you what 
happens if you a bad girl this afternoon."
 
Sarah's eyes snapped open. "No please," she cried. "I'll be good I promise."

"You've just been bad," I sneered at her. "Bend over and get your arse out."

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and leant over the arm of the chair. She gasped 
loudly when her nipples were pressed down and the clamps disturbed. She pulled 
up the back of her skirt and eased down her tights and knickers. Sarah shook 
visibly as she displayed her sexy and abused arse to me. I stood up and took my 
belt off. When I snapped it in my hand the child flinched. "Oh pleeease," she 
moaned into the cushion. 
 
I ignored the child's pleas and started to whip at her arse as hard as I could. 
After the treatment that Frank and I had given her the day before, I needed to 
make sure that I hit her hard enough to get her attention. Sarah pressed her 
face harder into the chair and cried her sweet little eyes out. Her muffled 
screams really got my cogs turning but I didn't want sex yet.  I took her hair 
and pulled her to her feet. Upon grabbing her cheeks in one hand and turned her 
head towards the kitchen. "See that," I told her. "When its all clean you can 
take those clips off okay?" 
 
Sarah nodded, her little hands went to grab her tights and knickers hanging 
around her knees but  slapped them away. "Stay like that," I told her. "It 
makes you look like a cute little slut."
 
"Oh," murmured Sarah. "Yes sir."

I gave the child's arse one more squeeze, then watched her shuffle out of the 
room and into the kitchen. I heard the baby girl burst into tears as she 
started to do her work. She continued to sob right up until the point the plate 
smashed against the tile floor.
 
She'd been out there for at least an hour, although it wasn't really very messy 
she was being slow and awkward. Although the clips on her nipples might of had 
something to do with it. When I heard the china breaking I grabbed my belt and 
went to investigate. The poor child was at door into the back garden trying 
frantically to open it. "Please," she sobbed at the door. "Please."
 
I coughed. Sarah gasped and collapsed to the floor, her legs kicked out 
frantically and the terrified child scrambled into the corner. She didn't even 
dare look at me. "Please," she cried. "It was an accident I'm sorry... 
please!"
 
I doubled the belt over in my hand and snapped it. 

Sarah flinched and curled up into a ball. "No I'm sorry it was an accident," 
sobbed the little girl.
 
"Come here Sarah," I said.

"No!" cried the child. "It was an accident... no."

I took a deep breath. "Don't make me come over there you, you clumsy little 
slut," I spat. "Get here now."
 
Sarah looked at me and then closed her eyes. The eight year old tart pushed 
forwards onto her hands and knees and crawled slowly across the cold kitchen 
floor until she was knelt at my feet. Her big green eyes were swollen and red 
and she stared at me in a most sexy, and beseeching, manner. I snapped my belt 
again enjoying the way it made the child cower. "Stick your whore arse in the 
air bitch," I told her.
 
Sarah gave me one last pleading look before lowering her head and mumbling, 
"Yes sir."
 
The eight year old shuffled around and lifted her skirt up to show me her sexy 
little bottom. She pressed her face into the tiles of the kitchen floor and 
stuck her backside upwards, it quivered in anticipation of the beating. "Not a 
sound," I warned her.
 
Sarah moved her hand and bit into it, just below her thumb. I licked my lips 
and started to beat her again. Of course a beating for actually being naughty 
had to be much more severe than the one I'd given as a demonstration and I 
whipped this child's sexy little arse until she couldn't take any more. Sarah 
collapsed in a heap, her face was purple from where she'd been holding her 
breath, so desperate not to cry out. She now took in rapid breaths, her whole 
body shook visibly. I shifted the lump bulging in the front of my trousers. 
"Come on sex kitten," I said to her. "We need to get Amy ready."
 
Sarah managed to pull herself up to her knees, she wiped at her face with her 
hands, smearing the tears across it. She really did have terrible case of the 
shakes. "P-p-please sir," she squeaked. "C-can I-I take these c-clips off?"
 
I crouched down in front of her. Without giving her the slightest warning I 
grabbed hold of both the clips and pulled her up with me. "Ahhh-ahhh!" cried 
Sarah as she was pulled to her feet.
 
While she had her mouth wide open I spat into it, covering her tongue with my 
saliva. "No," I said. "You were a bad girl."
 
When I let go Sarah squealed and hugged herself. I stroked her face. "Shh now," 
I said. "It'll be okay."
 
I brushed my hand into her dark hair and took a hold of it. I tugged it a 
little and Sarah followed me. I led the weeping child down into the cellar and 
into Amy's little room. When I turned the light on Amy's eyes glanced at me. 
"Uncle Ian," she sobbed.
 
I crouched down by the tiny cage. The poor little five year old could hardly 
move an inch. It was a sexy predicament.  "How's your nose?" I asked. It  was 
red and swollen. I'd reset the bone whilst she was in the bath, I knew it was 
indeed broken. I pushed a finger through the bars of the cage against it.
 
Amy mewled in pain and her baby body jerked about in the confined space.

"Stop it!" cried Sarah.

I must admit the eight year olds reaction surprised me. I looked up at her. "I 
beg your pardon?" I asked.
 
"Stop being mean to Amy," the sexy child's voice didn't have quite as much 
conviction in it this time.
 
I stood up and approached Sarah. The eight year old backed away from me until 
she rested against the wall. "Lift up your teeshirt," I told her.
 
Sarah knew she was in trouble and she also knew it wasn't really worth making 
it any worse on herself.  So the schoolgirl grabbed onto her jumper and 
teeshirt and pulled them up. She knew what I wanted to see were the two clips 
that hung from her nipples.
 
I flicked on each of them and Sarah shrieked in pain. "I want you to stay like 
that," I told her. "Okay?"
 
"Y-yes sir."

I left the room only momentarily to get a box of pins from one of the bags in 
the cellar. When I returned I was happy to see that Sarah had been a good girl 
and not moved. Still she needed to be taught a lesson. I walked back to her 
keeping her pinned into the corner of the room. "Hands on your head," I 
ordered.
 
Sarah did as she was told. Her baby body still shook desperately. "If you 
manage to keep them there," I told her. "I'll only put five in each, if you 
move them I'll make it ten is that clear."
 
Sarah nodded. "Yes sir."

I took a pin in my hand and jabbed it into her chest, just above the little 
clamp on her left nipple. The little girl opened her mouth and yelled with 
pain. She gripped onto her hair to force her hands to stay in the right place. 
I was rather proud of the sexy thing, she actually managed to stay still 
through all ten pins.  I'd plunged them in deep and only the coloured balls 
were exposed above her skin. Tears streamed down the poor little sluts face. 
"Now Sarah," I said. "You should be a good little girl from now on okay?"
 
Sarah nodded. "Yes sir," she whispered.

"We are going to be spending lots of time together so you need to do what you 
are told and I won't hurt you so bad."
 
"Yes sir."

"Good girl," I stroked my hand through her hair. "Come now baby help me get Amy 
out so we can get her dressed."
 


Amy actually looked happy. It was a big change from this littles girl's 
constant sniveling. She bounced on my lap. It was getting dark outside and I 
had chanced brining the children up to the living room. Sarah still had the 
needles buried in her chest but I had taken the clips off for good work helping 
me with Amy. 
 
Amy grinned and cuddled into me, the sexy child was now wore a small pink 
outfit, trousers and a zip-up jacket with a cartoon character on the breast. It 
was soft to the touch and looked very sexy. She wore nothing underneath which 
was also quite erotic, just the knowledge that to get to her nipples all I 
needed to do was unzip it. Sarah sat on the sofa to my left, she was still 
shaking and was chewing on her own nails. I'd made her stop crying but she 
wasn't having a good time with it. 
 
When I heard the door from the garage open butterflies flooded into my belly. I 
licked my lips and breathed deeply. This was it. I heard her before I saw her. 
"Amy," she called.
 
The child's head shot up and around "Mummy!" she cried.  

The door from the kitchen opened and Elaine stood there, tears flooded from the 
womans eyes. "Oh god Amy where have you been?" she cried.
 
Amy leaped from my lap and ran for her mother. Just then, Franks big form 
filled the door  behind Elaine and the child hesitated. She turned around and 
ran back to me. "No!" she cried.
 
Elaine looked hurt and confused. 

"Don't worry," I said. "She just loves me; don't you babe?"

"Yes uncle Ian," murmured Amy.

Elaine was struck silent. When she finally spoke she sounded on the brink of 
breaking down. "Ian what is going on here?" She asked.
 
"I'm afraid," Frank said. "Ian and I have a problem." 

Elaine turned around to face her husband and the man hit her. His fist stuck 
the woman directly in the stomach and she collapsed onto the floor. 
 
Franks large work boot came down and presses against Elaine's throat, stopping 
her from catching her breath and, more importantly, stopping her from 
screaming. "Mummy," sobbed Amy.
 
I placed my hand on the five year olds bottom and shushed her. "Hey baby that's 
enough be a good girl." The child buried her face in my shoulder, preferring to 
hide away than watch her mother being hurt.
 
I stood picking the five year old up with me and crouched down next to Elaine, 
my hands were kneading Amy's buttocks and Elaine's eyes were locked on them. 
"I'm sorry Elaine," I said. "But I've had Amy all along."
 
The woman tried to say something but Frank pressed his foot down more to cut it 
off before she made a sound. "I love you so much Elaine, I always have," I 
continued. "Frank loves you just as much; of course he has you already but we 
share everything now. I've given him Amy, he's given me his daughter. We both 
want you to."
 
I stood up and turned around. "Ian wha..." I heard Elaine croak. 

"Oh baby," Frank laughed. "You really know how to choose um. Not just two 
paedophiles in your life but two real bastards."
 
I slipped my hand down Amy's trousers feeling her smooth skin against my hand. 
"I'm sorry Elaine, we obviously can't keep you," I said. Amy squeezed her arms 
tight around my neck. "I'm afraid baby, we're going to have to kill you." 
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