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Paddington Bare, part 5
Alocer Loki 2003
Story Codes: F/fg, M/gb, pedo, tort, inc(father/son)
DISCLAIMER:
    This story is not for everyone, and may (and almost certainly will) 
    contain some quite graphical scenes depicting preteen girls, 
    preteen boys, teenage girls and adult women in extreme sexual 
    situations. 

    These may include, but are not limited to, sexual torture. If 
    any of these subjects offends you, or if reading such material is 
    illegal for your location and/or age then don't go any further! 

    All actions depicted herein 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 myself, 
    are a 'sick fuck' who gets off on the rape and torture of children. 
    If not, then what the fuck are you doing reading THIS? 

    If you wish to contact me, the author, I can be reached directly 
    at: 
    alocer_loki@yahoo.com 

Thank you, and enjoy the story
Alocer Loki

Part 5, 

The darkness was expansive and all consuming, yet, somehow, it was 
close and suffocating. Kerry hated the dark, she hated it so much. The 
eight year old girl curled up into a tight little ball and held the hard 
plastic head of Mr Smiles, the clown her daddy had ripped up, close to 
her sore chest. With every motion of her young body the child's nipples 
burned and her bottom throbbed. 

Kerry bit into her lower lip and sobbed. Her young, naked, abused body 
shook as she mewled and cried to herself. All that Kerry could hear was 
herself, everything else was silent. The cupboard smelled of stale dust, 
it made her feel all dirty. The old filth felt gritty as it clung to her 
sweat drenched preteen body, she felt as if the muck was getting 
everywhere. 

A soft gentle sensation passed over Kerry's arm, like something had 
crawled over her; the child jerked upright, and she threw herself 
against the door. Her fists thumped against the hard wood. "Let me out 
please let me out!" the child screamed over and over. 

Nobody was coming to get her. Kerry had been locked away in her for 
what seemed like days with only the dismembered head of her broken toy 
to keep her company. The eight year old girl had been so thankful when 
her father had thrown the head in after her, but, now, the child just 
wanted to get out. She just knew he was going to leave her in here for 
ever, until she died of hunger! Kerry's screams grew louder and she 
banged desperately on the door. She just had to get out. She just had 
to. "LET ME OUT!" she yelled so loud it hurt her throat. 

Her hands hurt as she punched the wall and door, but she didn't care 
about the pain. "Please God, make them let me out," she cried aloud. 
"Make daddy let me out." 

There was no answer, no angels coming to set her free and no sign or 
sound of her Father coming to let her out, to tell her it has all been a 
big mistake and that he is sorry or even just to fuck her more. 

Nothing but suffocating darkness. 



***** 



The room was alive noise, the chatter bounced off of the high concrete 
and echoed around. The multiple conversations muddled into an 
incomprehensible blur. It was, however, obvious what, or rather who, the 
topic of conversation was about. 

Sat in one corner of the big dull lit room, Celia hugged her chest 
trying desperately to cover up at least some of her nakedness. It 
occurred to her that it was a rather odd thing to worry about now, but 
it helped the girl feel at least a little human. Emma, sat opposite with 
her back against the cold wall, spread her legs wide, giving the whole 
room a view of the smooth pink folds of her well used pussy. "Why are 
they talking about us?" Celia asked. 

Emma broke her eyes off of Celia and looked at the floor. "They 
aren't," she murmured. "They are talking about me." 

"You? Why?" 

Emma shook her head. "It doesn't matter, they'll tell you soon enough," 
muttered the skinny ten year old. 

"Tell me what?" 

"Don't ask C, please," said the child. 

Celia shrugged her shoulders. "I just wish they'd shut up. God I still 
feel sick," said the Welsh teen. 

Emma reached out. "It's okay C, you'll get used to it," said Emma. 

"How can you say that?" her high pitched accent cut through the din, 
and everyone fell silent. 

"Because it is fucking well true," bit Emma. 

Celia closed her mouth. The low murmuring started again and gradually 
built up to the same level as before. "I'm sorry," said Celia. 

"Oh C," murmured the child. "Damn!" 

Celia inspected Emma. The ten year old's head hung against her chest; 
it looked like she was on the brink of tears. As more time passed, the 
little girl was getting more fidgety and more angry with her words. The 
teenager just didn't know what was up with her or, at least, she didn't 
want to think about it. 

The door to the hall opened and Celia glanced over her shoulder. She 
expected more children to be brought in: over the last few hours more 
and more little boys and girls had filed into the room. There were 
nearly twenty of them in here now. According to Emma, most of them been 
there for some time. Celia narrowed her eyes at who she saw. "Oh fuck, 
its Dan," Emma whispered. 

The man strode in with a naked boy, of about twelve, in his arms. He 
turned and discarded the child onto the floor. He glanced up at Emma and 
turned towards the pair. As he did so, a big breasted teenager, at 
around fifteen by far the oldest in the room, stood up. "Excuse me," she 
bit in a public school accent. "Some of these children need help." 

The man turned to her. "Sit down cunt," he said. 

The teen straightened herself. "No," she snapped. "Not until we get 
some ans..." 

The teenage girl screamed. Her body convulsed for just over a second 
before she dropped to the floor. From where she was sat, Celia couldn't 
see what Dan had used, but, from her own experience, she knew that the 
girl had been electrocuted. 

The man knelt down with his knee against her girl's stomach. "Here is 
an answer for you," he said. "Do as you are fucking well told." 

The man pressed a small black hand held device against the teenager's 
cunt and sent the current surging through her body. The fifteen year old 
girl's body racked with with spasams. Dan held the stun-gun to her pussy 
for nearly ten seconds. He pulled it away and grinned at the motionless 
girl. Celia caught her breath and then sighed when she noticed the teens 
large breasts rising and falling. At least she was still breathing. 

Dan turned his attention across the room. Celia lowered her eyes before 
they could made contact with his, but they were the only two sat on this 
side of the room. "Emma," he called. 

"Yes sir," the child said. 

"Lover girl is here to see you," he said with a smile. 

Emma cringed. 

"She wants you to bring a friend," he said. 

"Ohh," murmured Emma. "Yes sir," she looked up at Celia. "Can Celia 
Cunt come with Emma slut?" 

Dan raised an eyebrow. "You want to take the new cunt with you?" he 
asked. 

"Yes sir, Emma slut wants Celia Cunt to come with her." 

Celia Cunt? Celia frowned at Emma: what was she getting her into? 

"Celia," Dan said. 

The thirteen year old shifted around, still staring at the feet of the 
man who had taken her innocence away. "Yes sir?" she said. 

"You've got a job," he said with a smile. "Your first one, you had 
better do as you are told or I'll kill you." 

Celia gasped. After helping with the murder of five year old Jenny, the 
thirteen year old knew he wasn't joking. "I will do as I am told sir," 
she said. 

"Okay then, both of you follow me." 

Emma climbed to her feet, she offered a hand down to Celia, the teen 
took hold of it and pulled herself up. "Staying in here would be worse," 
Emma whispered, as their heads brushed close. Celia nodded. 

The two naked girls stood looking up at Danny. "Okay this way," he 
said, and led the two of them out of the room. 

As they went through the door, into the long dark hallway, Celia saw a 
score of men crowded to the left. The men were all naked, they stood 
joking amongst themselves and, occassionally, one would play out a 
series of blows with the telescoping battons they all carried. "I'm 
gonna break some little shit arm!" one man barked, others laughed at the 
statement. 

Celia looked back at the room and swallowed hard. She reached to her 
side and took hold of Emma's hand squeezed it. The ten year old girl 
glanced up at her and nodded. 

The two girls were led to the end of the hallway and through a large 
iron door into yet another hallway, although this one was much much 
bigger. 

Celia looked down both directions at the long and massive hallway. This 
place was different from what she had seen before. Pictures hung on the 
walls, the floor was capeted and the walls papered. One thing that Celia 
found strange was that the side they were coming from had only three 
doors in the wall while the opposite wall was littered with doors every 
few feet. 

The teenager didn't have much time to speculate on it before Dan moved 
to the door nearly opposite where they had come out from and pushed it 
open. Emma tugged on Celia's hand and the teenager found herself led 
into a very red room. 

Celia froze in the doorway her young eyes glued on the shelves on the 
opposite wall. Celia bit her lip at the mere sight of the various whips 
and sex toys that lay, in very neat positions, out on display. From the 
shelves Celia found her eyes drawn to the chains that lined the left 
wall and the two posts that stuck up near the middle of the floor. It 
was while staring at the posts that Celia noticed movement on big double 
bed. 

Like everything else in the room, the double bed was striking red in 
colour, but even more striking was the beautiful woman that lay back on 
the satin sheets. The door closed behind them, and the woman turned her 
head. Celia caught her breath, the woman was nothing short of beautiful! 
The brunette couldn't have been much older than twenty. She wore a red 
velvet dressing gown that barely covered her pelvis and left her feet 
and legs visibly bare. The woman smiled. "Hey Emma," she said in a 
pleasant tone. 

"Mistress," said Emma. 

"It's been a while baby," said the woman. "Fucking marriage." 

The woman sat up and laughed. "Have you been thinking of me?" 

"Of course mistress," said Emma. "Emma slut thinks of you always." 

The woman's smile wrinkled up. "You lying little bitch," she laughed. 
"I do love you babe. It's a shame your Daddy won't sell you to me." 

"Yes Mistress," said Emma. 

"So who is your friend?" 

"This is C mistress," said Emma. 

"C for cunt?" asked the woman with a giggle. 

Celia realised that the question was pointed at her. "Umm Celia Miss 
... Mistress?" 

The woman chuckled. "You can call me Miss if you like," she paused. 
"Although I am married, it makes no difference. Celia? I think I prefer 
Cunt okay?" 

"Umm yes - yes Miss," said the teen nodding. 

"You are Welsh?" 

"Yes Miss." 

The woman grinned, "Nice, I knew a Welsh girl once, she had such a 
pretty little belly, I just had to see what it looked like from the 
inside. Lots of mess as you can imagine." 

Celia's eyes went wide. "Yes - I guess so Miss," she whispered. 

The woman sent up a shrill laugh. "Oh baby don't tell me you brought me 
a fresher?" 

Emma smiled. "Of course Mistress, just the way you like." 

"Oh I love you so much baby. My little baby whore girl, I wonder if my 
new Hubby could talk Dan into letting me have you? He does want a new 
dog." the woman laughed. She stood up and approached Celia. "Have you 
ever had sex with a girl?" 

Celia shook her head. "No Miss, not really," she shot a glance to Emma. 

The woman pressed her hand to the teenagers cunt. Celia flinched, she 
felt so embarrassed. "Not really?" the woman asked. 

"I mean, no... I've kissed Emma Miss that's all." 

"You kissed my baby? Isn't she just great?" 

Celia nodded. "Oh yes Miss," she moaned. Celia gasped, the woman 
grinned and rubbed harder into the teenager's Pussy. Celia could feel 
her cunt begin to leak fluid out over the woman's hand. 

With her other hand, the woman brushed Celia's dirty blonde hair back 
and let out a low moan in her throat. The woman ran her hand down 
Celia's face until her fingers rested on the bruise on the teenager's 
cheek. Celia flinched. "Who did this?" she asked. 

"My - my Daddy," whispered Celia. 

"And this?" she asked bruising over her fat lip. "It is much newer." 

"Umm... Ah!... one of the men here, I don't really remember who," said 
Celia. The girl started to wriggle her hips grinding herself into the 
woman's hand, she just couldn't help herself. 

The woman smiled and leant in close until her nose brushed up against 
Celia's cheek. "Will you give me a kiss honey?" she asked. 

"Of course Miss," Celia sighed. 

The woman pressed her fingers in to the teen's wet cunt. "Oh God!" 
cried Celia. 

"Goddess," the woman laughed kissing her on her cheek. 

"Oh Goddess," breathed Celia back. 

"Oh you are a good one, you are a fucking Dyke aren't you?" 

Celia moaned. "Yesss Mistress," she breathed. 

The woman moved her face across and brushed her lips over Celia's 
mouth. The thirteen year old girl closed her eyes and opened up for the 
woman. She felt the hot tongue slip inside. Celia sighed and kissed her 
back. The woman's fingers just felt so fucking good! Celia felt it build 
up in her belly and she wrapped her arms around the woman. She felt the 
dressing gown slip off and her firm tits pressed into Celia's chest. The 
teenager began to tremble she squeezed tight to the woman, bracing 
herself, as the waves of an orgasm rumbled through her nubile body. 

The woman let go and stepped back. "Bloody hell," she chimed. "Emma 
baby, I think you really have some competition on the kissing front." 

Emma lowered her head. "C is Emma slut's new best friend," she said. 
"She kisses Emma slut like a proper Dyke." 

Celia opened her eyes to see the naked woman grinning. She was even 
more stunning naked. Although not much taller than Celia herself, the 
woman lithe and athletic body was exquisite, it made Celia want to taste 
every inch of her. The woman turned and walked back to the bed and flung 
herself down. "I think you two should have sex now," she said. "I want 
you to make it very good for me." 

Emma moved around in front of Celia. The very skinny ten year old 
pressed her hands into Celia's belly and moved them upward until she 
squeezed on both of the teenager's small breasts. "Ohhh," called the 
woman. "This is so cool! I brought some big hooks off of your father, 
they are double sided, I'm going to attach your her tits to your little 
poking out thingys baby." 

Emma cringed up at Celia. "Emma slut looks forward to your games 
Misstress." 

Celia wasn't sure she did, but, at that moment, Celia's attention was 
on Emma's scrawny body and on the small lumps of what would one day be 
Emma's tits. The ten tear old sighed and moved her hands down Celia's 
body. The child slowly got to her knees in front of the teen; Celia 
parted her legs and let out a gasp. She could hardly believe she was 
doing this. She couldn't believe that this could feel so good! 

Emma pushed her head forwards and ran her tongue into Celia's, recently 
raped, cunt. "Oh god!" gasped Celia. 

She rested her hands on Emma's head. "Oh fuck yesss," hissed the 
teenager. 

Celia looked over at the perpetrator, the woman was rubbing her own, 
dark furred, pussy. She grinned at Celia. "Make it hot sex Cunt," the 
woman said. "Grind the kids face into your fanny. Tell her exactly where 
you want her tongue. Demand it, be the bitch." 

Celia gripped onto Emma's hair and pushed the child hard into her cunt. 
"Oh yes baby," she gasped. "Fuck me Emma, fuck me with your tongue... 
Ohh lick me out you slut. Get your tongue into me. Aiee yesss just there 
fu - oh - oh fuck!" 

Celia rubbed Emma's face up and down her soaking wet cunt. The way the 
child's tongue was making her feel was just beautiful. Celia pushed 
Emma's face against her as hard as she could. She felt the child begin 
to struggle to fight for air. Celia screamed as she came again. She let 
go of the girls face and fell backwards as her body racked with orgasm 
after orgasm. 

She came back to herself with the feel of Emma's perfect tongure 
running around the dip of her navel. The teenager propped herself up so 
that she could see Emma moving up her body. Celia gasped when she 
realised that the child's face was soaked in her own juices. Emma left 
Celia's belly button and placed small kisses up the teens belly and over 
her ribs. The child opened her mouth wide and sucked in Celia's breast. 
"Oh yes," sighed Celia. The teen let her head rest back down on the 
red-capeted floor. Her hands moved to run against Emma's body, the tips 
of Celia's fingers just reached the crack of Emma's cunt. 

The child was wet and moaning like a whore. She left Celia's breast and 
continued to place kisses up the teenager's body. Over her neck. Celia 
couldn't take any more teasing, she reached up and grabbed Emma's hair. 
The ten year old gasped. "Kiss me," sighed Celia. "Kiss me you little 
slut." 

Emma opened her mouth and Celia stuck her tongue into it, pushing it as 
deep as she could get it. The two of them wrapped their limbs around one 
another. Celia could feel Emma's cunt rubbing against her hip. Celia ran 
her free hand down Emma's body and squeezed on her arse. 

Emma broke off the kiss but kept very close to the teen. "Emma slut 
wants to sit on your face C," she said. "I want you to lick up into Emma 
slut's cunt." 

Celia gasped and tried to pull the little girl up herself. Emma held on 
fast. "Beg," she hissed right into Celia's face. 

Celia gave a loud gasp; her pussy felt like an open faucet. "Ohh," she 
breathed. "Please Emma slut, Cunt wants you to sit on her face so that I 
can taste your pussy. Cunt wants to feel your pussy squashed into her 
face, please Emma slut sit on my face please please, sit on my face so I 
can make you cum. Cunt wants to make you cum." 

Emma made a dull moan deep in her throat and pulled herself along the 
girl. Celia opened her mouth and clasped onto Emma's hips, waiting for 
the girl to settle herself down. Celia looked up: Emma's cunt looked so 
beautiful that the teen's mouth watered. The child slowly pushed herself 
down. Celia could smell the girl. The teen lifted her head up and 
pressed her face into her friends cunt, she ran her tongue through the 
the slit and plunged it deep into Emma's hole. 

The ten year old cried out and rubbed her baby pussy all over Celia's 
face. The teenager ate at her friend with all the vigour she could 
musture. She lapped at the child's hot and tender little moresal. Emma 
moaned and sighed and squeezed on Celia's breasts. Her young skinny legs 
pressed hard against the side of the teenager's head. The ten year old 
threw her body back. Celia closed her eyes shut as she felt Emma's body 
spasam and tasted the child's cunt liquid. The ten year old suddenly 
slumped forwards. 



***** 



Kerry shook back and forth, rocking on her heels in the darkness. 
Suffocating, enclosed, blackness; she hated it. She just wanted to get 
out! She was dead she just knew she was dead. "Oh please God," she 
whispered. "Please Jesus help me. I need help... ohh amen?" 

The little girl pushed her head forwards banging it into the door. Her 
whole body shook as she cried her eyes out. The child banged her head 
forward once again and grunted from the pain. The pain let her knew she 
was still alive. If she was dead she'd be in heaven, she was a good girl 
she would be with Mummy in heaven. If she was so good why was God 
punishing her like this? 

Kerry knew she shouldn't be thinking like that. She knew what it was: 
God was testing her faith. She was going to die soon and go to heaven; 
she just needed to prove to god and Jesus that she really deserved to go 
to heaven. "Please God give me - let me get though this," she wept. 

Kerry cried in surprise as the door opened. It pushed inward knocking 
the child backward. The light blinded Kerry and she moved to hug 
herself. Was she dead yet? Was this the light of heaven? "Kneel up you 
fucking whore," her father demanded. 

"Ohh," cried Kerry. 

She moved until she was knelt, but she couldn't look up into the light. 
She didn't want to anyway. She didn't want to see the face of her 
father: the murderer. "How are your nipples?" he asked. 

"Oh-oh-oh okay," stuttered the child. "N-n-numb." 

"Hmm, well we'll take off the chain for a while then," he said. 

Her father grabbed hold of the chain and pulled up on it, Kerry gasped. 
"Oh god!" she screamed. "Please no that hurts!" 

She felt his rough fingers play with the clips and one side of the 
chain fell away. "Ahhhh!" screamed the girl. This was even more painful 
than when he'd put it on. 

The eight year old clutched onto her nipple, but the other one flared 
up with the same pain. "It hurts," she squealed. 

Ken laughed. "I bet it fucking does," he said. "Do you want to come out 
baby?" 

The man sparked up a cigarette and took a deep draw. 

Kerry looked up at her father, her eyes becoming used to the light 
again. "Y-yes Daddy," she whispered. 

The man took the cigarette from his mouth and held it out for her. 
"Take it," he told her. 

Kerry reached up with a trembling hand and took hold of the thin white 
stick by the filter. "Put it out on your nipple and you can come out," 
he told her. 

"But..." cried the child. 

"Fine then you can stay in here," he said and started to close the 
door. 

"No daddy please!" screamed the child. Her hand pushed down and the hot 
tip of the cigarette pressed into her nipple. Kerry threw her head back 
and screamed but pressed it in hard to her own chest. She just couldn't 
bare to be locked in her any more. She just couldn't bear it. Kerry 
collapsed to the floor and sobbed. Her chest hurt more than she had ever 
known. "Oh please." 

Ken laughed. "Next time," he said, "maybe you'll do what you are told 
when I tell you." and he closed the door. 

The child screamed again and Ken laughed. His cock stood up hard; the 
stupid little whore was making an awful lot of noise, but it was very 
much fun to hear her screaming. She had been in there for only three 
hours so far, but, now, Ken had no intention of giving her another 
chance to come out until the next day. He was going shopping in the 
morning, which would mean she would be in there for at least another 
twelve hours. 

Ken laughed. She deserved every thing she got. He wanted to drive her 
crazy. 

Ken wondered into the bedroom where his little boy, his pride and joy, 
was curled up on the bed. He looked up at his father and smiled. "She's 
still screaming Daddy," the pretty little dark haired boy yawned. 

"I know babe," Ken said. "Do you want more cock in your bottom now?" 

The little boy shifted and pulled himself out of the coveres. For a six 
year old boy, Jakey was a thing of beauty. His smile spread across his 
angelic face and he reached down to rub on his small, bad cock while he 
poked his pert and fat bottom at his fathers. Ken was smitten with his 
boy. 

The little boy had screamed a lot during his first rape, but had 
actually offered his bum to his Daddy the second time, just as he was 
now. The boy bent over. "Are you going to fuck me hard?" the six year 
old asked. 

"Yes babe," Ken said. 

"Okay," said Jakey. "When can I play with Kerry, I wanna see you fuck 
her." 

Ken smiled at his boy. His had never known his preteen son was so 
perverted. It was proof that the whole thing was gentic. Of course Kerry 
took after her mother. The stupid little whore didn't even like sex. Ken 
wondered, briefly, what his own father would say if he were to offer him 
Kerry's arse. "Tomorrow, she doesn't want out yet," he said. 

Jakey laughed and wriggled his bottom. "Can I burn her, please Daddy?" 
he asked. 

"Oh yes," he told the boy. "You can do whatever you want to that little 
whore." 

"I want to do my weewee over her, can I?" 

Ken moved in behind his little boy and rubbed his fat cock up against 
his tight little arsehole. "Oh yes babe, she is going to be our toilet," 
Ken thrust in. 

The little boy gasped, but the six year old actually pushed back! Ken's 
cock pushed deep into his little rectum. 

Ken had had no idea. All these years his little boy would have welcomed 
a fuck, and he had avoided looking at him and touching him. Jakey moaned 
with pain as Ken started to fuck into him. 

The man gave short, powerful thrusts into the little boy's rear end. 
Pushing his cock into the boy's tight intestines with each motion 
forwards. His little pervert boy, Ken was going to teach him how to 
torture his sister, and other girls too! Yes Charlie knew where he could 
get other girls. Jakey would have his pick of cunt. 

"Oh daddy," cried the boy. "Fuck me fuck me." 

Ken cried out, his cock gave in and shot his sperm into his boy's plump 
little arse. He just couldn't keep it up when he was in his little boy's 
behind. He could fuck into Kerry for ages but with Jakey his balls gave 
in without any fight. 

Ken pulled out of his boy and reached down to stroke on his tiny little 
balls. "I love you babe," he said. 

"I know Daddy," the boy moaned. "I love you too." 

"How about poking hot pins into your sister?" 

The little boy spun around. "Can I?" he chimed. 

"Oh yes babe." 

"Can I cut her?" 

"Yes." 

The boy stick his tongue out and grabbed hold of his father's limp 
cock. The child pushed his face into his father and lapped at his cock. 
"Oh God," the man moaned. 

"I think you can push your hand into her pussy," Ken said. 

"Oh yey!" the boy squealed. "Can I do my poo in there too?" 

Ken gasped. "Yesss babe." 

"I want her to drink her own wee too, and eat her poo can she?" 

"Oh yessss." 

"Can you give her another cigarette," the boy moaned. "I wanna play 
with her now. Please, and can I watch, I wanna see her push it out in 
her own fanny, can I?" 

Ken laughed. Well, Kerry would have plenty of time to languish in her 
little cupboard after he'd watched his own son torture her. In fact, 
Kerry had such a soft spot where Jakey was concerned, having the boy act 
so maliciously towards her would be rather advantageous in breaking her 
will and, eventually, her mind. 

"Okay babe," said Ken. "We can do her now if you really want, a fag on 
the pink bits of her pussy will make her scream lots you know." 

"Yey!"squealed the little boy. 



Completed: 22/03/2003
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