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Hand in the Cookie Jar, Chapter 3
Alocer Loki 2003
Story Codes: M/bg, pedo, rape, tort, cbt, inc(father/daughter)
 DISCLAIMER
	This story is not for everyone and may (and almost certainly will)
	contain some quite graphical scenes dicpicting little
	girls, and little boys in extreme sexual situations.

	These may include, but are not limited to, rape, and sexual torture
	if any of these subjects offend you, or if reading such
	matereal is illigal for your location and/or age then don't go
	any further!

	All the actions depicted herin are purely fiction and I, the
	author, do not condone any such actions.

	If you got past that I am going to assume that you, like me, 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, the author, I can be reached direcly at:
		alocer_loki@yahoo.com

Thank you, and enjoy the story
Alocer Loki


Chapter 3 

The children dragged their feet along the carpet, shuffling side by 
side as they followed me from the bathroom and into Dee's bedroom. The 
flower pattern curtains sucked into the room as I pulled open the door to 
the immaculately clean room. At first glance, it looked like any little 
girls room, but closer inspection told how little it was ever used. 

I brushed my hand across the beside table, pushing the several open 
school books off onto the bed. Once it was clear I pointed at the painted 
white surace. "Sean get up there," I said. 

The exhausted boy stood slumped against the doorframe, he looked at me 
with pleading eyes. "Please sir," he moaned. "Please can we stop, just 
for a minute." 

"Get up there now," I barked at him. 

The boy jerked into action and climbed, first onto the bed, and then, 
rather unsteadily, onto the bedside table. He leant back against the 
wall to give him some balance. I stroked his tightly bound balls with my 
fingers. "Start wanking," I said. 

The boy stared at me. "What?" he stammered. 

I slapped his balls with the back of my hand. The boy pressed his knees 
together and bent forwards. "I can't!" he cried. "My hands." 

I laughed. "Oops," I chuckled and untied his hands. "Now start 
wanking." 

With tears filled the poor little slut's eyes. Sean grabbed hold of his 
small cock in his hand and started to rub it up and down. He looked so sorry 
for himself it was almost funny. I chuckled and turned my back on him. Sat 
at the foot of Dee's bed was a large white toy box; I lifted the lid and 
rifeled through the things she'd accumulated from relatives at 
Christmas and birthdays. I finally came upon a tea set, still in its 
packaging. God knows how long it had sat in the bottom of the box and I 
didn't really care. I tore it open and took out one of the tiny tea-cups. I 
turned back around to face Sean and grinned. "I want you to fill this," I 
told him, and then handed the boy the cup. 

The little boy's eyes stretched open so wide it looked as if they might 
pop out of his head. "Y-you want me to-to..." he exclaimed. 

I sighed. "You will fill the cup up with cum, don't worry you'll have 
plenty to encourage you." 

Looking back down at the cup, Sean gave an audible gulp and continued to 
stroke his cock. I snatched hold of my daughters arm and pulled her in 
front of me. "Come on Dee," I said. "Give him encouragement, show him 
what the inside of your pussy is like." 

Dee's head dropped. "Yes Daddy," she whispered and moved her hand down 
to her vulva to spread her labia apart, exposing the smooth, pale pink 
insides to the boy in front of her. 

Despite his shame, the boys eyes locked onto my daughter. His jaw 
dropped open, his flat young chest rose in irregular intervals; his 
hand moved faster. I reached down for her crack myself and pressed my 
finger against the little girls clit. "Ohh Daddy," the child moaned and 
squirmed trying to rub her clit against my finger. 

However, before Dee had any more chance of getting off, Sean cried out. 
His cock leaped from his hand and a long thick glob of cum launched itself 
across the room, striking Dee in the centre of her petty face. My little 
girl cried out in surprise and screwed her eyes shut. Sean managed to aim 
the rest of the cum into the little plastic cup. It twitched and bounced 
in his hand for what seemed like forever. His little balls pumped out a 
copious amount of cum into the cup. It seemed almost impossible that 
such a small pair of balls could make so much. I raised an eyebrow as the 
boy stood still gasping for air. "You are a very very bad little girl," I 
told him. 

"Oh," moaned Sean. "Why sir?" 

"You didn't fill the cup, and you had the fucking cheek to let some of your 
filth touch my daughter without my permission. I suggest you put your 
cup down and lick this off, then you will stand with your legs apart 
because I am going to kick you." 

"Oh but sir..." 

"Get here and lick this shit up now!" I shouted at the boy. 

The rushed to put the cup down, as he moved to get off of the table his right 
foot caught behind the left one and the boy's legs gave out from beneath 
him and he fell off of the chest of draws, crashing face first into the 
carpet in front of me; luckily, for him, he missed the cup. The twelve 
year old pulled himself up to his hands and knees and scurried across the 
floor to me. Dee had her eyes closed agains the cum. Sean's eyes stayed 
locked to me as he poked out his tongue and licked his cum off of my eight 
year old daughter's lips, nose and eyes. Dee giggled. Sean twisted away 
and stood up. He shifted from foot to foot while staring at the floor. 
"Open your legs," I told him. 

"Please sir," he sobbed as his legs parted a little. 

I approached the boy and looked down at him. The poor lad seemed to be torn 
between doing as he was told and running like hell but he stayed still, 
paralysed with fear and screwed his eyes shut. I kicked him quick and 
hard. My foot hit him between his legs and his cry was musical. The boy 
crumpled to the ground clutching his tied balls. He sucked air into his 
lungs and let out a squeal. 

I nudged him with my foot. "Get up," I spat. 

The boy didn't move, but just lay there squirming in pain at my feet. I 
reached down and grabbed a handful of his thick blonde hair. I pulled 
upwards, dragging him to his knees, and cast him over the bed. I dug my 
knee into the centre of his back to stop him from going anywhere, and 
groped his lovely arse, admiring the dark red and purple welts that 
covered the white skin. "Listen little cunt," I spat at him. "When I said 
fill it up I meant it. You will climb back up onto those drawers and wank 
again. Okay." 

"Yes sir," sobbed Sean. 

"Good," I said, "but to make sure you understand I am going to beat your 
arse again. Disobey me like that again and I will really hurt you. Is that 
clear?" 

"Oh but sir..." 

I jammed my knee deeper into his back breaking his whining off with a cry 
of pain. "Is that clear?" I asked again. 

"Yes sir," moaned Sean. 

I leant into his back a little more and stoked the rubber cord across his 
backside. He trembled at its touch. I grunted and swung it down agains 
his bottom. The boy threw his head back, "Aiee," he screamed. "Stop 
please." 

The thong licked against his wriggling as squirming bottom in quick 
succession. Each blow caused the boy to shriek like a baby girl. The last 
patches of white were soon covered by fresh welts and bruises. I stopped 
hitting him when the boy stopped trying to fight me. I lifted my knew off 
of his back and looked down at the patetic boy. Sean lay, limp, across 
Dee's bed, his face pressed against the sheets, the only movement the 
boy made was the way his shoulders shook as he sobbed. 

I clasped onto his arse with both hands and squeezed the cheeks. "Ahh," 
cried Sean. 

I pulled the buttocks in opposite directions and took a look at his sore, 
and recently raped, arsehole. I licked my lips, it was very tempting. I 
chuckled to myself, I hadn't come this far resisting my lust and I wasn't 
about to start now. 

I stood up and shuffled around bind the little boy. For the most part, 
Sean seemed oblivious to what was happening around him, even when I 
pressed my rock hard cock up against that little arsehole, the boy 
didn't seem to realise what was going on. I increased the pressure and 
the head of my cock popped inside of him. His whole body jerked as the new 
source of discomfort and pain registered. Little Sean's whole body 
went very stiff, his arse clenched around my cock like a vice. It was 
fucking bliss. 

I pounded into the little boy with short, stabbing thrusts, designed 
just to hurt him as much as to get me off. The child gave out the most 
beautiful grunts as I fucked into him, but all the while he stayed very 
still, allowing me to give him the most brutal buggering. 

I stopped just short of cumming up his little arse again; I really wanted 
that for some other use, such as fucking babies into my daughter. I leant 
down over the little boy, took hold of his hair. I pulled his head upwards 
so that I could just see his face. His eyes darted about as if he were 
looking forsomething but soon settled to staring directly upwards. "I 
want you to go and get back up on the drawers, and do as you were told the 
first time, FILL the fucking pot with cum," I said. 

"Yes sir," said the little boy in a barely audible whisper. 

Little Sean, at a snails pace, dragged himself onto the bed, and, being 
very careful, climbed back onto the bedside table. The poor child 
pressed his hand against the wall and took a deep sniff. He stared down at 
his shaking hand for a moment, before reaching down to tug on his little 
cock. After a few moments, once he had better ballance, the boy squatted 
down to retreive his cock and, once again, started to wank into it. 

I cast my eyes over at Dee. "Come here slut," I said. "Make sure that you 
clean up all of your girlfriends taste off of me." 

My daughter dropped to her knees and shuffled forwards until her face 
was level with my cock. The little girl knelt there, her hand sunk into 
the carpet between my legs and looked up at me with her big blue pleading 
eyes. I pressed my fat hard cock into her face. "Daddy," she moaned. 
"Please I can smell his poo." 

I shot her a smile, moving my hand down, I rested it on her cheek. With my 
other hand I applied a little pressure onto her chin. The tiny slut knew 
what was expected of her and opened her mouth. I placed the swollen head 
of my cock just inside her mouth, so that it was resting on her tongue. "It 
is because it smells of that little girls poo-poo that I need you to clean 
it up," I said. 

The child's head started to bob back and forth, as my delicate, and 
dainty slut gave me a the most wondrous blow-job. She thrust herself 
forwards, each time taking more of my cock down her tight little throat. 
"Give your girlfriend a little more of a show," I told her. "Push your 
fingers back into your arse, I know she enjoys that." 

My child moaned her agreement around my cock, or at least it should have 
been an agreement, and must have been, as the little girl pushed up her 
gorgeous fat and pert bottom and pressed her index finger deep inside 
the pink little hole, shortly followed by the middle finger. The 
baby-girl moaned in pain and discomfort and tears flooded her eyes as 
she started to push in and out of her own little bum. It was a sublime 
sight, and with the small bitch's prowess with her mouth, I was quickly 
brought to the brink of cumming, but Sean beat me to it. 

The cup really was very small, and I was well within my rights in wanting 
to see him fill it up, after all he was the little slave slut and I was his 
owner but the filthy boy didn't seem to want to do what he was told. His 
cock jerked but nothing came out. His cock soon stopped and a very little 
and very thin amount of cum dribbled from under his foreskin. 

"You are a useless fucking whore," I spat at him. "Get your arse down here 
now." 

Sobbing the child climbed down off of the chest of drawers and stood in 
front of me; he looked nervous, like he was fighting the urge to run away. 
Snorting I spat into his face. "Ugh," he cried. 

The boy moved his hands up towards his face but I caught them, I leant in 
close to the terrified little boy. "I didn't tell you to wipe it off," I 
sneered at him and then spat again into his face. 

"Please," sobbed the boy. 

Without any warning I brought my knee up hard, striking the poor young 
boy right on his exposed genitals. His legs buckled and he yelled like a 
little girl. The only reason he didn't fall onto the floor was because I 
had hold of his hands. His knees pressed together, however, and he 
whined. "I told you to fill up that fucking cup," I shouted at him. 

"I can't," the young boy whimpered back. 

I let go of one of his hands and slapped the boy across the face. Letting go 
of the other hand the boy slumped to the ground. "That is no excuse," I 
spat at him. 

The boy squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembled and the poor 
little slut bust into tears. "But I can't do it!" he blubbered. 

I spat at him. Sean rolled over and pressed his face into the carpet to cry 
his eyes out. "You fucking little slut," I shouted at him and kicked him 
hard in the ribs. "Well I'll just have to show you exactly what happens to 
little girls who can't do as they are told won't I." 

"Ohh please don't hurt me any more!" cried Sean. 

"Shut up," I snarled at him. "You don't talk unless I tell you to - mutter 
another fucking word and I'll beat your balls with a paddle." 

Sean opened his mouth like he had something to say about that order but I 
glared at him, his chin trembled and he closed his mouth back up. I 
rustled his hair, "See," I said. "It is possible for you to be a good 
girl." 

With that I stuck him in the face with my fist, if his nose hadn't been 
broken before it certainly was now. The boy fell backwards and landed 
hard on his bruised behind. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wept. 

My cock stood up stiff, the eight inches poked out in front of me, it was 
enjoying the boy's suffering even more than I. "Stand up," I commanded. 
"Stand to attention." 

Sean's bloodshot eyes flickered up to me and then lowered to the floor. 
His head shook up and down, yes. The young boy ran his hands across the 
pink carpet and pushed himself onto his knees. His young body wobbled 
and swayed. The boy closed his eyes and sniffed back some of the blood. He 
reached out to his side, to Dee's unused bed and levered himself up to his 
feet. His knees trembled and the boy stood as still as he could for 
several moments before venturing out on his own, like a baby learning to 
walk. Sean straightened himself and stared me in the eyes. I smiled at 
the rivers's of blood that flowed down over his chin, what didn't flow 
straight down his neck formed into globules that, eventually, dripped 
down onto his legs and feet. "Good girl," I said. 

Sean lowered his eyes. I stepped in close to my little boy toy and brushed 
my fingers across his chest. I stroked small circles around his hard 
little nipples, framing them with the loverly red fluid. I then lifted 
my hand and placed it under his chin and tipped his head up. Sean looked up 
at me, I pressed forwards and gave him a little kiss on his squashed nose. 
"Do you love me baby?" I asked him. 

Sean licked his lips and, after only a moments hesitation, he nodded. 

"Say it," I said. 

"I-I umm I love you - Sir," the boy whispered. 

I ran my tongue across his lips, tasting the hot coppery blood, and then 
slipped it into his mouth. Sean turned his head to the side and moaned, 
opening up, just a little, to allow me to kiss him deep. 

I could taste my little boy, even over the strong flavour of his blood. 
Behind it all though there was the unmistakable tang of piss. I snorted 
and pulled back. Sean flinched and closed his eyes only a fraction of a 
second I spat it all back into his face. The saliva was streaked with red 
flowed down along with his blood. "You really are pathetic," I 
muttered. "Your fucking mouth tastes like piss." 

Sean wept. 

I snorted again and slapped him across the cheek, baby Sean barked in 
pain. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" I demanded. "Apologise you 
little shit." 

"I'm sorry," Sean rushed to say. 

"For what?" 

"I'm I'm sorry that my mouth tastes of piss Sir. It's my fault, I'm a 
filthy little cunt, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he murmured. 

I smiled. "Good girl," I said. 

I pressed my body against his, letting his hot skin press against mine. I 
placed a hand on the back of his head and pressed his face into my chest. 
The poor little boy put his arms around me and hugged tight. I let him cry 
while I ran my hands down his body. I trailed long, bloody finger marks 
down his back and onto his battered young bottom. I squeezed the 
buttocks and the little boy whimpered. I let one of my hands move around 
his hip and down to his sweet young genitals. I fingered his tied 
scrotum, where his balls had been squashed into the very end and noticed 
that they were cold to the touch. Although I couldn't see just now, I knew 
they'd turned a rather unsightly purple colour. I fingered the string 
until I got the knot loose and started unravel it. "Oh god!" cried Sean. 

I held the boy tight into me. His small legs shook as blood returned to his 
little balls. I grinned, that had to be quite painful. Once I got the 
string off, I dropped it onto the floor and continued to massage his 
balls. The seemed extra sensitive now. Even touching them made the 
little boy whimper. When I squeezed them in my hands he would scream into 
my chest. "I bet you wish you never saw her," I whispered into Sean's ear. 

Slowly I ran my hand up to his cock, it was shivled up and very small. I 
frowned and pulled the boy off of me. "Why aren't you hard for me?" I 
asked. 

Sean looked down at his tiny little willy. "I-I..." he tried. 

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Get it up," I told him and then glanced 
at my watch. "However many seconds starting, now, is how many pins I will 
push through your balls. You'd better hurry." 

Sean's eyes darted across to Deirdre sat on her bed. My daughter sat 
sobbing softly. I wasn't too sure why she was crying but she got like that 
quite often. I glanced back at Sean. The boy was rubbing on his cock while 
staring at my little girl. His cock stood up in his hand. I smiled and 
glanced back at my watch. "That's a good girl," I told him. "But why were 
you staring at Dee?" 

The boy gasped, I could see the panic in his eyes. "Umm it," he coughed. 
"It's because I love you sir and and Dee is your daughter so I love her too, 
but she is really a part of you. So..." 

I laughed. "That is a good answer Shawnee," I told him. 

The boy sighed. 

"It took you seventeen seconds," I told him. "I think I might round that 
up to twenty." 

"But..." started Sean. 

The moment I heard the noise in his throat I grabbed hold of his balls and 
crushed them in my hand. The child howled. "What were you saying?" I 
asked. 

"Nothing," Sean cried. 

I squeezed harder. "What were you saying," I growled. 

"Oh god!" screamed the boy. "N-not enough..." 

I loosened my grip, just a little. "What is that?" 

"N-not enough - twenty five sir. Oh please let go..." 

"How about thirty?" 

"Yes! I deserve that many, I'm a filthy cunt. Please." 

I released his nuts, and Sean clutched old of them in my stead. "Hands at 
your sides, stand up straight," I told him. 

The boys body trembled while he snivelled but he straightened himself 
up, and let go of his, surely aching, testicles. I reached down and 
rubbed my hand over his stiff cock. I placed a kiss on his forehead. "Do 
you want a blow job before the pins baby?" I asked him. 

Sean just continued to cry. 

"Do you want a blow job?" I asked him again. 

Sean nodded. "Yes please sir," he murmured. 

I wasn't sure whether he actually did want one, or was just scared of what 
I'd do to him if he dared say no. After a brief debate I decided that it 
didn't matter. I sat down in front of the boy and ran his hard little cock 
in my hands. It was very beautiful. The four inches of his erection sat 
across my palm. The pale white foreskin stretched out over his cock and a 
small opening, where the head was trying to push through, showed me the 
sensitive, deep red skin. I licked my lips and drew back the flesh. I 
leant forward and ran my tongue across his willy. "Ahh" the boy cried. 

Having just cum twice in quick succession, I was sure the little boy was 
extra sensitive. I ran my tongue over it again and Sean groaned. His head 
was no fatter than the tip of my thumb, and the whole thing wasn't too much 
longer. I took it all into my mouth and sucked hard. I ran my mouth back and 
forth a few times. I felt his hands on my shoulders. "Ahh Ohh," he gasped. 

I wanted to taste his cum. I pulled off of him for a moment and looked back 
at my daughter. She was still crying although her soft sobs could barely 
be heard. "Dee," I called. "Come let Sean touch you." 

My little girl stood up and came over to stand beside me. Sean stared, 
wide eyed, at my daughter. I could see his mouth watering. "Don't you 
dare push anything into her holes," I informed him. "Touch her however 
else you like." 

Sean didn't need telling twice, his flew towards Dee's hairless pussy. 
He brushed against it and then rubbed into it. I smiled and sucked his 
cock back into my mouth. There was only one reason I was letting him touch 
my little girl, and that was because I didn't have to wait so long for him 
to make his cum. 

The boy groaned, both of his hands ran over my daughter, as he touched her 
in her most intimate spots. Deirdre cried even more while he did that but 
that didn't stop Sean. Nor myself. I sucked on the little boy hard, 
running my tongue all around his cock. Even so, it still took more than 
five minutes before I felt his cock react on its own. 

It pulsated in my mouth, I could feel the jets of spunk shooting out over 
my tongue. I'd always been rather fond of the taste of pubescent boy cum 
but, while I wanted to drink it all down, I also wanted the little fucker 
to taste himself. I pulled off of him and looked up at Sean. He was hugging 
Dee, although my little girl wasn't hugging back. She seemed not to want 
anything to do with him, the little girl stood ridged, a look of distaste 
across her pretty face. 

I stood up and took the small cup from the bedside table. I looked at the 
cold thick cum and smiled, before adding what I had in my mouth. I 
frowned. "You lied to me," I said. 

The boy let go of Dee and turned to face. "I..." he said. 

I showed him the cup, now filled to the very brim, "You said you couldn't 
fill it." 

"It w... I... oh..." 

I scowled at him. "Just more pain for you later," I said. "Put your head 
back and open your mouth nice and wide." 

Sean frowned at me before raising his head up and opening his mouth. I 
moved in close to him, again pressing my naked body against his. He was a 
very sexy boy, his touch so soft and smooth. I ran my hand against his 
throat, feeling the ridges hidden just beneath the skin. I had to fight 
the urge to choke him, there was enough time for that later. 

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back further, Sean whimpered but 
kept his mouth open wide. "I want you to drink as much as you can," I 
informed the boy. 

Sean moaned a reply although I couldn't tell whether it was an agreement 
or not. Either way, it didn't matter. I tipped the cup up slightly and 
started to pour his own sperm out over his face, and into his mouth, like I 
was pouring treacle over pancakes. I watched his throat squeeze shut as 
he tried to swallow down what went into his mouth. A little boy drinking 
his own spunk in this manner is such a gorgeous sight. 

My hard cock pressed against his belly as the last of the cum settled on 
his tongue in a long string. I waited until the last of the drops fell into 
his open mouth before discarding the cup. I then let go of Sean's hair and 
he settled his head upright, licking his lips. "Good girl," I told him. 

His little cock was laying in a semi-limp state and pressed against my 
leg. I smiled at him, I needed some more of that! "Stay still," I told him 
and settled myself back down on the floor in front of him. 

I pulled back his foreskin until he gasped. "That hurts," he cried. 

"I know baby," I told him. 

I ran my finger nails across the dark red head and Sean cried out. I pushed 
my face close to him and sucked his small cock back into my mouth. This 
time I had no intention of letting the little slut enjoy himself. I kept 
his fore skin pulled back and rolled his cock to the left side of my mouth. 
I brushed my molars against the soft spongy head and then ground them 
into it. Sean screamed. 

I grabbed hold of his arse in one hand and pushed him against me. I sunk my 
teeth in hard and chewed his cock at the back of my mouth. "Stop it," 
screamed the boy. "Please stop." 

He twisted and pulled away, yanking his cock from my teeth. I glared at 
the boy. "You stupid little fucker," I spat. 

The little cunt looked down at his willy, several pits from my teeth 
could be seen but none had broken the skin. "I'm sorry," he blubbered. 

"Get your cock back into my mouth before I decide to bite the thing off," I 
snarled at him. 

The crying boy turned back around and shuffled forwards until his cock 
met my lips. I reached behind him and took hold of his arse with one of my 
hands, and used the other one to pull back his foreskin again. "I think I 
should pin this back," I thought aloud. "Or perhaps cut it off." 

"Ohhh," sobbed Sean. 

I gave him an evil smile and opened my mouth. I was going to make him pay. I 
rested just the head of his cock on my lower, front teeth. Without 
further warning I snapped my jaw closed. Sean screamed. He tried to pull 
back, but my hand, not to mention, the grip my teeth had on his cock, kept 
him in place. 

I pulled my head to the side. My teeth sheered into his cock and I tasted 
his blood. I didn't intend for the bite to be too serious and let go then. 
My teeth had just broken through the skin of his cock head but blood 
poured from it. The red liquid dripped out and onto the carpet. When I let 
go of Sean's arse the little boy collapsed to the floor. His hands 
clutched onto his little cock and balls and he screamed again. "Dirty 
little fuck whore," I snarled back. 

I reached forwards and grabbed the little boy by his throat. I pulled him 
up and compressed his neck. He looked up at me with wide eyes, his mouth 
hung open, more blood dripped from his nose, it fell onto my arm. I could 
feel his young body wriggling and compulsing ashe tried to pull air into 
his lung. It made me laugh, I giggled right into his face. Watching him 
turn ever more purple. It took less than a minute for the poor little boy 
to loose consciousness. 





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