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Atrocity!: Contract Killing
Alocer Loki 2003
Story Codes: M/ffg, pedo, rape, tort, mutil, blood, snuff,
DISCLAIMER:
This story is not for everyone and may (and almost certainly will)
contain some quite graphical scenes depicting preteen girls
and teenage girls in extreme sexual situations
These may include, but are not limited to, rape, sexual torture,
mutilation, and brutal murder. 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? I will not
any resonsibility for any nausea, vomit or sleepless nights induced
by reading this story.
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
Contract Killing
The teenager's body bucked in unison with the bang. She stumbled and
crashed straight though the centre of the glass topped coffee table. As
the gunshot rang through his ears, Tom approached the young girl.
Despite the blood on her arm, the man knew he'd missed her: he had seen
the vase on the mantle piece smash. The young girl moaned and pulled her
arms from under her body. A large shard of glass was embedded the bicep
of her left arm. "Ahh," the girl cried as she pressed her hands down.
The broken glass beneath her scraped and clattered as the young girl
elevated her torso. Victoria Parks let you a long loud groan as she
lifted herself up. It would seem that she was determined to keep up her
flight. Tom lifted his leg over the chrome frame of the broken coffee
table and pressed his foot down between the teenage girl's shoulder
blades. Vicky barked with pain as she was forced back down onto the
glass. Tom leant over and pressed the barrel of his pistol into the back
of the teenager's head. "No - no don't kill her please!" the scream came
from behind the man, from Vicky's older sister.
"Shut up," shouted Tom.
Of the three siblings, Vicky had been the only one to give him any real
problems. Tom dug the gun into the fourteen-year-old's scalp. "Oww,"
cried Vicky. "Please don't kill me, I'm sorry."
"I told you not to try anything didn't I?" Tom demanded.
"Yes, I'm sorry," sobbed the girl.
Tom lifted the gun from her head and the small teenager began to
wriggle. "Get off of me," she cried.
Tom grunted and smacked the butt of the gun into the girl's head. "Owww
fuck you!" she screamed.
Tom hit her again.
The teenager's face dropped into the glass. Vicky moaned but her
fighting had stopped. However, Tom didn't expect that to last. He
grabbed the girl's good arm and pulled it behind her back where he
snapped the handcuffs onto her. When he grabbed her left arm Vicky
squealed and started to wriggle but soon froze with cry. Tom laughed to
himself and snapped the other cuff on her wrist. "What's wrong baby?" he
queried. "You cut yourself? I suggest you keep still."
Vicky pressed her face into the broken glass and sobbed. Tom grabbed
her legs and wrapped a rope around them. The teenager remained
stock-still while the man immobilised her legs, but when he pulled them
back and the girl cried out. "That hurts stop!" she exclaimed.
Using a metal clip, the man hogtied the stupid bitch and took his foot
out from coffee table. With an afterthought, Tom grabbed the frame and
cast it across the room until it crashed against the guard around the
fireplace. "Do you want off the glass?" asked the man.
"Yes," sobbed Vicky.
Tom crouched down beside the crying girl and rolled her onto her side.
A piece of the broken glass had sliced through her white blouse and
opened a shallow cut in her belly. It was nothing serious -- not
remotely compared to the glass buried in her arm -- but a large area of
her blouse was stained dark red. Tom smiled and stood up. With the
troublesome teen under control, he could now afford to take some fun in
his work. Tom smiled and dropped his gun into the bag that sat open on
the sofa. He turned to Vicky and grinned at the helpless tart. That grin
twisted into a scowl and Tom pulled his leg back to drive a kick into
her denim-clad crotch. Vicky howled, and her young body squirmed around,
wriggling like a little worm. Tom had to laugh. "Do as you are fucking
told," he shouted at her and grabbed the telescoping baton from his
belt.
The man swung the iron tool to extend it to full length. "If you are a
bad whore you will only see hurt," with that he swung the weapon against
the girls leg.
Vicky screamed and Tom hit her again, harder, and got an even more
satisfying scream from the teenager. "Leath her alone!" screamed Jenna
in a shrill lisp.
Tom looked down and kicked the glass across the expensive white carpet.
The small shards tumbled across the room and came to rest at the feet of
the beautiful seven year old. Tom let his eyes linger on her skinny
little legs. This job would be fun indeed. "Please don't hurt us,"
sobbed Sandra.
Tom shifted his gazes to the other side of the radiator, where the
eldest of the three girls was chained. She sat on her knees, trying to
keep the whole of your young teenage body covered up in the green
towelling bathrobe. Tom approached the girl and got to his knees in
front of her. "So long as you do as you are told, I won't hurt you any
more than I have to," he said.
Sandra pulled her head to the side and closed her eyes. She sniffed and
let out a small sob. "Please," she murmured.
Tom reached forward and placed his hand on the teenager's fat belly.
Sandra was only sixteen, but already eight months pregnant. "My, you
have been a dirty slut," he muttered.
Sandra didn't answer but Tom felt the baby kick. "Look at me honey," he
said.
Sandra slowly turned her head back around and stared at Tom with
tear-filled eyes. "Oh don't give me the innocent young woman thing,"
spat the man. "I KNOW you are a filthy whore."
"I'm not," sobbed the teen.
"How did baby like the piss?"
Sandra gasped. "How -- why -- how do you know that?" she asked.
"Oh please sir pump your spunk into my baby," Tom imitated.
The young pregnant girl started to tremble. Tom smiled. "I know you've
always wanted to be raped, I may be able to help you there."
The pregnant teen shook her head. "No," she moaned. "Leave us alone."
Tom reached up and ran his fingers through the girl's wet hair. The
damp made her, usually dirty blonde, hair look darker than it was. Her
green eyes, much like those of Vicky, stared desperately at the man. Tom
moved his hand down to the front of her robe and pulled it open. "No!"
cried the pregnant teenager and she pressed her legs together.
Tom looked down at the helpless girl and placed his hand on her, now
bare, stomach. He ran it down over the large bulge towards her cunt. Tom
pushed forward and licked around the crying girl's ear. "I might have to
hurt your unborn baby if you don't do what you are told," he whispered
and then gave her a slap across her fat belly.
Sandra jumped and barked with pain and surprise. "Noo," she cried.
"Don't do that! Please I'll do what I am told, just don't hurt my baby."
"Open your legs then cunt," said Tom. "Show me what kind of a dirty
slut you really are."
Sandra squeezed her eyes shut, pushing the tears out and down her
cheek, but she started to shift her legs apart an inch at a time. She
displayed her light fur covered cunt to the man. Tom reached down and
pressed his fingers against the crying girl's pussy. "My, you are wet!"
he exclaimed.
The poor, humiliated bitch cried loudly, her shoulders shook causing
the chain of the cuffs to rattle against the pipes. Tom lifted his
fingers from the girl and smeared her own cunt juices across her fat
belly. "I know you love this whore," he told her.
"No," Sandra sobbed.
Tom snorted and slapped the pregnant whore across her belly again.
"Stop it!" she cried.
"Then don't lie to me, tell me that you love this," he said.
"Ohhh, I love you playing with my pussy and I want you to rape me sir,"
the teenager sobbed.
"Good slut," the man cooed. "Now open your whore mouth nice and wide
for me."
"W-why?" sobbed Sandra.
Tom gave her a harder smack across her oversized stomach. "Because I
want to gob in your fucking mouth," he sneered.
Sandra obeyed, opening her lovely jaw wide. Tears flowed down the poor
teens face and dripped from her chin onto her fat belly and large
teenage breasts. "Don't you dare spit, and don't you dare swallow," Tom
said.
Tom made a show of gathering the phlegm and saliva in his mouth. Sandra
cringed with the scraping sound at the back of the young man's throat,
but the pregnant teenager stayed still. Tom spat into her mouth covering
her tongue with his phlegm. "Ahh," moaned Sandra but the girl stayed
still with her mouth wide open; the gooie white fluid dribbled over the
teenager's tongue and down her throat.
Tom laughed. He stood up to rummage through the bag on the black
leather sofa, and plucked out two red ball gags. Tossing one to the
floor in front of the terrified child Jenna, Tom took the second and
approached Sandra. "I don't want to hear your fucking whining while I
beat up on your sisters," he told the pregnant teen.
Sandra mewled but was cut off when Tom reached down and pushed the ball
into her mouth. The man strapped the gag in place and smiled down at he
stupid whore. "I want you to keep your legs open like that okay?"
Sandra sat still and cried her eyes out. Tom slapped the teen across
the face. "Okay?" he demanded.
Sandra nodded.
Leaving the front of the pregnant sixteen-year-old exposed, Tom turned
to the tiny crying form of seven-year-old Jenna. The little girl curled
her knees up under her little pink dress. Like her eldest sister, the
little girl was handcuffed to the pipes of the radiator. Her small eyes
were screwed shut and she sobbed quietly, her young body shaking like a
leaf. It was very sexy. Tom squatted down in front of the child and
slipped his hand up her skirt to grab her thigh. "Go away!" squealed the
child. "Don't hurt me just go away I want Mummy - I want Daddy."
"Shh," sounded Tom.
He reached forward and brushed her platinum blonde hair from her
freckled face. "It's okay baby, if you do what you are told I won't have
to hurt you."
"Don't hurt me," sobbed the child.
The man ran his hand up the child's thigh. "Look at me," he told her.
"No," sobbed the child.
The man slapped the little girl hard across the face, leaving a bright
red hand mark on her cheek. The seven-year old girl screamed. "Look at
me you fucking bitch or I will hurt you," shouted Tom.
The child opened her eyes and stared up at Tom. She was breathing
heavily, her tiny flat chest rose and fell fast. Tom placed his hand
against it. "Open your mouth," he said.
"No, you are going to spit in it," sobbed the child.
"Yes I am," admitted Tom.
"That's dirty. I don't want you to do that."
Tom lifted up the little girl's pink dress to get a look at the crisp,
clean white knickers. "Stop - stop it," whimpered the little slut.
Tom slapped the little girl across her milky white thighs. The child
howled with pain. Tom hit her again. "If you don't do as you are told
and open your mouth I will have to keep hurting you," he said.
Jenna opened her mouth. The poor little girl was missing both of her
front teeth, obviously the cause of her lisp. The tiny white tip of what
would be her new tooth could be seen protruding through the left most
gap. Tom smiled and leant down to run his tongue into her mouth, across
the large front gap. Jenna pulled back; she glared at Tom with
acquisition in her eyes. Tom didn't care, he slapped the child across
the thighs again and she yelled. "Open your fucking mouth," Tom growled.
Jenna parted her lips, again flashing the sexy gap in her milk teeth.
The man grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Owww," moaned the
child but she kept her mouth open.
Tom shoved his tongue deep into her young mouth and sought out every
corner with rough movements. The man pushed himself over the girl and
ground her face into him. "Get off of her you fucking pervert," screamed
Vicky from behind him, but the man ignored her.
Jenna moaned beneath him and tried to pull away, but Tom kept a firm
grip on the seven-year-olds hair and his tongue deep in her mouth. He
pulled away when he needed to breathe. Jenna snapped her jaw shut the
moment she was able and glared at Tom. The man hit her across the face.
"Did I tell you to close your mouth?" he hit her again. "Did I?"
"No," sobbed Jenna and she opened her sweet young mouth again.
"Stop hurting her," Vicky screamed.
Tom snorted snot into his mouth. Jenna cocked her head and sobbed, she
was obviously struggling to keep her sexy mouth open. Tom didn't want to
distress the poor little slut anymore and spat into her waiting maw.
Jenna closed her mouth and poked her tongue through her lips, dribbling
all of Tom's saliva down her chin. The poor child looked sick.
Tom snorted and grabbed the seven-year-old's hair. Jenna screamed. "You
fucking well knew you weren't meant to do that," he growled at her and
he slapped her across the cheek.
The little girl cried and tried to pull way, but Tom kept a firm grip
on the helpless child's hair. Her eyes went wide with terror. Tom
slapped her again, and again. Over and over he hit the unfortunate child
across her pretty face. After a few more than ten hits, he shifted from
using the front of his hand to the back. The vicious man delivered
brutal blows across the child's face. Blood quickly started to splash
from her lips. Vicky, behind him, yelled and screamed at Tom, begging
him to stop.
When the man did stop, Jenna stared absently at him; blood drooled down
her chin and dripped in long strings onto the child's dress. The man
grabbed the ball gag and shoved it into the child's mouth. He let go of
her hair and Jenna's head fell into her chest. The little girl shook as
she bawled. Tom smiled and fastened the strap. Then, taking a grip on
her lovely blonde hair, Tom pulled her head back up so that he could
spit into her eyes.
The little girl screwed them shut and cried. Tom laughed aloud and let
go of her again, and, again, her head fell into her chest.
The man stood up and turned around to where Vicky was wriggling her
sexy teenage body. "Take note bitch, always do what you are told, and
exactly what you are told," he took a running kick into the poor
teenager's crotch.
Vicky's scream was desperate and loud. Tom giggled; the look on her
bright red face was quite adorable. Hogtied like she was, Vicky couldn't
even curl up her body into a more defensive position.
Tom laughed and retrieved his baton from near Sandra, where he'd
discarded it. "No no," cried Vicky. "Please don't hit me any more
please!"
Tom grinned at the fourteen-year-old blonde and ignored her begging. He
stood in front of her wriggling body and ran the tip of the baton over
the gash in her belly. It has stopped bleeding and the blood was sticky,
drying on her skin. Sill, the beautiful blonde teen moaned. He lifted it
and jabbed her in the arm where the glass was still embedded. Vicky
screamed. "Please don't hurt me," she moaned.
"You were all mouth while I was beating up your sister bitch," Tom
muttered. The man lifted back his arm and brought the metal baton down
against the young girls C-cup breasts. Vicky threw her head back and
wailed.
"Now," said the man. "If I untie you, do you think you'd be able to do
what you are told while I rape you? Or should I just keep hitting you?"
The crying girl gave a quiet murmur. "I'll do as I'm told."
Tom hit the whore in the belly with his stick. Vicky gave a breathless
grunt and sucked the air back into her lungs for a much more committed
yell. "If you don't," said Tom. "I promise I will kill you and your
sisters, is that clear."
"Yes - yes please just stop hitting me!" cried Vicky.
The man went back to his bag and took out a chrome chain, and a dog
lead. He smiled at the girl and showed her it. "This is a choke chain,"
he told her as she slipped it over her head. "This means you can't run
away again because if you try this will happen."
Tom yanked back on the lead and the teenager choked. Grinning at the
bitch all the while, Tom watched as her face slowly turned purple. Vicky
wriggled and moved about in such a sexy manner. When Tom let her the
lead slack the girl sucked in air. "Oh please," she moaned at him. "I
promise I'll be good, just stop hurting me."
Tom reached behind the girl and untied her legs, and then unfastened
her handcuffs. Vicky stretched out her legs but dared not move her arm.
The glass was in there deep; it had to be very painful. The teenager
sobbed pathetically and constantly. Tom turned his back on the girl and
yanked on the lead. "Come on doggie, heel," he commanded and pulled on
the teenager.
Tom could hear the girl choking behind him. He gave the lead a hard tug
and over his shoulder. Vicky rolled onto her front and climbed onto her
hands and knees. Her eyes expanded when she put weight on her bad arm.
Tom was sure she would have screamed had her air passage not been
obstructed. Vicky lifted up her bloody arm and crawled, like a limping
dog, forward loosening the chain around her neck. "Ahhhh," she cried
when she could.
Tom led the teenager to the sofa. He sat himself down and looked at the
girl, on her hands and knees and sobbing, in front of him. He struck her
across the back with his baton. Vicky arched up and squealed. "Stop it
stop it stop it!" she yelled.
"Get on your knees, your hands behind your back," said Tom.
Vicky had little other choice; it was either that or be hit again. The
girl pulled herself onto her knees and pushed her shaking arms behind
herself. Blood had soaked the arm of her blouse. Tom leant forward.
"Remember whore, this is all your fault, had you just decided to do what
you were told instead of trying to fight we wouldn't be in this
situation," he said.
"Okay," Vicky murmured. "I'll do what you tell me, exactly and you
don't hurt me okay?"
Tom slapped the girl across the face. "I'll do what I fucking well like
whore," he snarled.
"Fuck off," squealed Vicky.
The fourteen-year-old girl turned away but Tom yanked her back into
place with the lead. Her good arm came from behind her back to grip onto
the steel chain around her throat. Tom hit it away with his baton. "Do
as you are told and I'll hurt you less, that is all I am going to offer
such a fucking useless slut, such as yourself."
Vicky slowly returned her arm behind her back and Tom loosened his pull
on the lead. Vicky sucked in air and let it out in a series of sobs. She
knelt staring at the man crying her sexy green eyes out. Tom smiled at
her. "Now my little frigid slut," he leant down and kissed her over her
mouth. Vicky trembled. "Mmmm, you smell very nice cunt," Tom moaned.
Tom pulled himself back up and laughed. The man reached down and placed
his hand on the girl's breast. "How big are these?" he asked.
Vicky knelt stock-still for several moments and then twisted. "Get your
fucking hands off me!" she barked.
The fourteen-year-old girl pulled backward but was held in place by the
lead and choke chain. She lifted her right hand up and tried to get the
man's hand off of her breast. Tom gripped it with no intent of letting
it go. "Stop fuck off, fuck you -- fuck off and die!" screamed the girl.
Tom snorted at her and, with the hand that held the lead, lashed
forward. The man's fist struck the young girl in the jaw and she fell
backward. Tom stood up and pressed his booted foot on her chest and
pushed down until he heard her struggling to breath. "You've got to
learn cunt," he spat at her. "I am going to make your life very fucking
painful if you can't do as you are fucking told."
With that, Tom swung his baton and stuck her across the good arm.
"Nothing you can do will fucking change that," he barked and hit her arm
again.
"If you don't start doing what you are told I will cut you to fucking
pieces and feed you to your sisters," he hit her arm again.
Vicky screamed and flailed her arm around, trying to avoid the blows.
Tom had enough of hitting a moving target and grabbed it with his free
hand. Vicky just didn't have the strength to wrest it free of him.
"Maybe this will teach you," he spat.
Tom struck her hard across the elbow. There was a loud snap and Vicky
let out her most resounding scream to date. Tom hit the arm again,
snapping her wrist and then a third time: cracking her forearm. He let
go and the useless limb fell to the floor. Vicky twitched and screamed.
The poor little girl could hardly breathe. Her eyes stared out to the
distance. Tom lifted his foot from the girl and sat down beside her. He
placed his ear to her chest and listened to her hyperventilate.
Finally the man reached up and pressed his hand over her mouth and
nose. "Shhh," he sounded to her.
When he let go of the teenager took a deep breath. "Pllleeeeaassse,"
she sobbed.
Tom groped the teenager's breast through her blouse. "These are a nice
size for your age," he said. "How big are they?"
Vicky took several more deep breaths. "Thirty four C," she moaned.
"Oh that is nice," said Tom. "I want you to open your blouse."
"What -- oh please no, I can't I don't want to move," cried hapless
young Vicky.
Tom sat up. "Unless you want me to break your other arm -- that is the
only excuse I am going to take -- you will kneel up and unbutton your
blouse. Do you want me to break your other arm?"
"No," whimpered Vicky.
"Okay then baby, kneel back up like a good doggy."
Tom sat up, he couldn't suppress his laugh, the poor little slut had
one arm broken and three inches of glass embedded through the bicep of
the other. After some debate she rolled to her left, mashing her bloody
arm against the carpet. The poor girl screamed as the glass was pushed
into her further and screamed even more when her broken arm hit the
carpet. Gritting her teeth, Vicky pressed her left hand into the carpet
and pushed herself up to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. Tom
smiled at her and down at the red marks all over the carpet. "Your Daddy
is going to be rather mad when he gets home," Tom sighed. "Look, you've
gotten blood all over the carpet."
Vicky had her eyes closed and was breathing hard. The girl gave no
indication that she'd even heard Tom. The man reached down and squeezed
on the teenager's breasts. Pathetic moaned cries emitted from Vicky's
mouth. Tom placed a kiss on the teenager's bloody and bruised mouth. He
didn't trust the stupid whore enough to try and put his tongue inside;
she seemed, despite the threats, to be the type of girl who would bite.
"Come on now babe, open your blouse, I know you've not shown anyone your
boobies before but you've got no choice really, I'll see them anyway."
Vicky sobbed. "I have," she pouted defiantly. "I've got a boyfriend."
Tom sat back and laughed. "Yes," he muttered. "Poor kid hadn't seen so
much as a glimpse of flesh, and yet he's always naked for you."
"How..."
Tom grinned. "That doesn't matter, I want to see your tits," he said.
"Take your fucking blouse off or I start hitting again."
The teenage girl bit back a cry as she moved her bloody, but only
useful, arm up to the buttons of her blouse. She fumbled with them but
managed to pop each one open. It took a long time, but the girl finally
managed to open her blouse up for the man. It fell open and displayed
the crisp white cotton of her bra. Vicky shuddered; her belly was almost
totally smeared with the blood from the cut on her belly. Tom licked his
lips and reached down to squeeze on the teenager's breasts through the
bra. "Oh babe," he said. "When I said take your shirt off, I meant it
literally. Why is it still on?"
"Oh please, it hurts so much!" moaned Vicky.
"Not as much as it will hurt if I have to break your other arm," Tom
pointed out.
"Just help me please," sobbed the girl. "Help me take it off."
"No," Tom said. "It is your fucking shirt. Take it off."
"Ohh, ohh I can't."
"Listen bitch, yes you can. If I have to tell you again I'll cut your
fucking arm off let alone break it."
Vicky drew in several deep, heavy breaths. She moved her bleeding arm
across to the opposite shoulder and started to peel the white blouse
down her broken arm. "Oh God!" she cried. "Oh fuck oh God - SHIT!"
Tom grinned at the pathetic, crying girl. He couldn't even imagine how
much pain she was in at that moment. Although, he did know that it
wasn't enough. The man tapped the teenager's broken arm with his baton.
"Hurry," he spat.
"Ahhhh," screamed Vicky. "Don't do that please."
The man jabbed the arm again, and, again, Vicky let off a loud scream.
"Hurry the fuck up then."
Vicky gritted her teeth and pulled the shirt down the rest of her arm.
She let out a loud and pathetic cry as she yanked the cotton from her
hand. Vicky puffed in short, quick breaths. Her lovely young tits heaved
up and down, but the girl tugged on her shirt stripping the blooded side
down. With the use of only one arm, the whole process looked very
awkward for the young teen. She took the last bit of cloth in her teeth
and pulled it from her wrist and then knelt there; her breathing still
brisk and heavy.
The girl hadn't so much as spat out her shirt when Tom reached down to
squeeze on her lovely fat tits again. Vicky screwed her eyes shut; her
whole body shook as she wept. The poor young thing's plight had to be
quite unbearable. Tom smacked the teenager across the cheek. "Now your
bra," he told her.
Her sea-green eyes snapped open. "Oh no please not that!" cried Vicky.
Tom hit her again.
"Stop it!" squealed Vicky. "Stop fucking hitting me I'm doing what
you..." The girl broke off in a flood of tears.
Tom sniggered and slapped her again. "What you are doing is preventing
me from killing you. I am going to beat up on you right until the point
that I get bored. Do you want me to kill you?"
"No," murmured the teenager.
Tom pulled his arm back and swung it at the girl. The back of his hand
struck poor Vicky on the jaw bone. The girl's head snapped to the side
and she almost fell over. "Then take your fucking bra off!" demanded the
man.
Vicky didn't have any other choice. The girl moved her hand and pushed
it behind her back. "Oh fuck!" she cried as she pushed the cut arm
behind herself. Her arm stayed there for a few moments. "I can't - I
can't do the clip with just one hand."
Tom spat into the girl's face. Vicky screwed her eyes shut; her tears
poured down her face. "I suggest that you find some other way to remove
it, pull it over your fucking head or something."
Vicky took in several long deep breaths before moving her hand to her
front. The girl gripped onto the left cup of her bra and pulled it
upwards. The first of her fat little breasts popped into view with its
big puffy pink nipple. The teenager got her bar up to her neck, but she
was then forced to pull it over her head and good arm before she could
slip it down over her useless right arm.
The fourteen-year-old girl shifted her arm back up to hug her breasts.
Tom rolled his eyes. "Now you know that is just going to piss me off,"
he told her.
Vicky sniffed and then pulled it down to her belly. Tom licked his lips
and reached forward to squeeze on the teenager's naked breasts. The girl
put her head back and let out a long whine. Tom grinned at her and then
slapped the teen's left tit. "Ahh!" cried Vicky; her body jumped and the
girl grasped onto her breast with her hand.
"Put that down now," snarled the man.
Vicky pulled her hand back down to her belly. The poor teenager sucked
in air deep into her lungs and bit on her lower lip. "Put it behind your
back," Tom commanded.
"Nmmmnn," whined the girl, but she pulled her arm back behind herself.
Tom slapped her tit again. The teenager barked; her whole body wriggled
around. The man slapped her again. This time, Vicky pulled her hand from
behind her back but stopped it short of clasping onto her tit again.
"Put it back," bit Tom.
"Sorry," moaned the girl and she shifted her hand back behind her.
Tom reached forward with both of his hands and clasped onto both of her
nipples. Vicky gasped with pain. Tom sneered at her and twisted both of
the nipples. "Ahh ahh fuck!" screamed Vicky.
Tom grinned at her and pulled his hands back, stretching out the young
girl's breasts and twisting them further. "No!" cried Vicky. "Stop!"
Her only good hand came from behind her grasp onto her own breasts. Tom
let go of the teenager's tits and grabbed onto her hand. "I told you
keep it behind your back," he spat at her.
"No! NO!" screamed the girl and she tried to pull herself away.
Tom gripped onto the teenager's wrist and pulled open her hand. "Just
so you know I'm not joking," he growled at her.
The man grabbed onto the girl's little finger and bent it to the side.
Vicky screamed at him. Although he couldn't hear it for the din that
Vicky was making, Tom felt the bone of the teenager's finger snap. When
the man let go of her hand, Vicky pulled it into her chest and continued
with loud sobs. Tom smiled at her. "Take off your jeans," he said.
Vicky looked up with her tear drenched and bloodshot eyes. "I-I
c-c-can't," she stammered.
Tom leant in close to the girl. "You had better," he growled at her.
"Or maybe one finger wasn't enough."
With that Tom pulled his arm back and launched his fist into the
teenager's belly. The bitch crumpled to the floor and Tom reached down
to grab her hair. The man heaved the fourteen-year-old girl upright and
thumped her in the face hitting her just below her nose. Blood smeared
across the girl's teeth and dribbled down her chin. Tom laughed at her
and punched her again, this time hitting her jawbone from the side. Mere
moments before his fist contacted Tom had let go of Vicky's hair and the
blow knocked the girl to the side. Blood seeped from her mouth and into
the carpet. Tom laughed and stood up. Without any warning he kicked the
teenager in her cunt. The poor girl gasped and squealed and curled up
into a little ball. Tom grabbed the teen's good arm and pulled it up.
"Do I have to break any more fingers?" he asked.
"No! No no no," cried Vicky. "I'll do it - I'll do it."
"Good now, come on," Tom said.
The man reached down and grabbed a hold of Vicky's hair. The teenager
cried out in pain as the man dragged her to her feet. The young girl
stood wavering and crying her beautiful green eyes out. Tom let go of
the girl's hair and trailed his hand down over her bare breasts, and
belly. His fingers lingered on the long shallow cut that marred her
belly before moving down to rub against the front of her blue marble
washed jeans. "I can hardly wait to fuck you whore. Hurry up and take
them off," he said.
Vicky's eyes flickered towards the closed door. Tom smiled at her.
"Don't think about it bitch," he said rattling her lead. "Besides if you
do I'll kill both of your sisters. Do you want that?"
Vicky lowered her head. "No," she muttered. She looked down, past her
flat belly, to the brass button of her jeans and whimpered. "Oh can you
help?"
Tom chuckled and shook his head. "No I can't," he teased. "Now hurry
up."
Vicky's hand shook like a jelly pudding as she slowly moved it forward.
Her little finger was twisted at an unnatural angle; it was fat and
swollen and, already, taking on a distasteful shade of yellow. The
teenager winced when she fumbled at the button her jeans. Tears poured
down her face. "Ahh" she cried as she pushed the tight fitting button
through the hole.
When it popped open, Vicky gave a sigh of relief. Tom grinned and
thumped the girl in the stomach. The poor teenager doubled over and
collapsed onto the floor. Vicky curled up into a little ball. Fighting
for breath, the teenager let out a horrendous scream. With each quick
breath she sucked in she exhaled with a scream again.
Tom's head pounded and his ears rang. The man crouched down beside the
girl and clapped his hand around her throat. The girl choked out one
last weak cry. "Shut it," he shouted at her.
Vicky tried to nod and her hand came up, probably to claw at Tom's
hand, but the man grabbed it and held it away. The teenager's face
changed colour, first red and quickly growing into a darker purple. "If
I take my hand off will you scream?" he asked her.
Vicky, as much as she could manage, shook her head.
Tom smiled and released her throat. Vicky coughed and sucked in air and
led bawling her eyes out. "You were being too slow," he spat at her.
Tom gripped her hair and, once again, yanked her to her feet.
"P-p-please," sobbed the girl. "L-l-leave a-alone."
"Take off your trousers now. Understand?"
Vicky nodded. Her trebling hand moved back to her jeans and slipped
down the zip. Vicky stalled for a moment and reached up wipe the tears
from her eyes. She seemed confused about how she was going to continue.
"Hurry," bit Tom.
The girl nodded and reached back down to her open jeans and started to
pull them down. She got them over her hips and then started to shuffle
her legs up and down, using the friction of her legs rubbing together to
wriggle the jeans down her thighs. It was a rather successful tactic and
the teenage girl managed to get the trousers down to her ankles and then
to stomp them off. She sighed and glanced up at Tom. The man gave her a
reassuring smile. Tom pressed his hand against the girl's bare thigh and
ran it up the smooth soft pale skin until he brushed his fingers across
the white cotton of her knickers. "Mmmm," whined the girl.
Tom grinned and pressed his fingers hard into her young pussy mound.
"If you are a good little rape baby I might give you a present," he told
her.
Tom pinched the elastic band at the top of the teenager's knickers and
pulled out to take a glance at her tight young pussy. Tom wrinkled his
nose at the sight of the soft golden fur that covered the teens fuck
hole. Still, this wasn't really a time to be picky about cunt. The real
beauty -- Jenna -- was waiting to be used much more thoroughly after
this was out of the way. "You have an ugly fucking slit bitch," he
snarled at the girl. "Take these off and turn around. You had better
hope your arse is a little more cute than that hairy fucking hole."
The girl stared at him. "Hurry up cunt," he spat. "Get them off."
Vicky nodded rapidly and grabbed hold of her knickers and, with little
hesitation, pulled them down to her knees. Once there the girl repeated
her shuffling in order to get them off. Tom snarled at her. The fur
coated cunt really was quite repulsive. "Turn around," spat the man.
The terrified and suffering teenager shuffled around until she was
stood with her back to the man. Tom smiled at the firm young arse that
was pointed at him. The man reached down and placed his hand over the
hot flawless flesh. Vicky flinched at his touch. "How do you like being
naked in front of me?" he asked her.
Vicky made no reply other than to whimper. Tom snarled and slapped her
arse. "Ahh!" cried Vicky.
"Answer the fucking question," the man roared.
"I-I d-don't I don't know," she cried.
Tom slapped her arse again. "Well do you like it or not?" he barked.
"N-no!" she cried back.
"Good," said the man and slapped the teenager's arse again.
"Owww, oh f-fu-fuck off," cried the agony stricken girl.
"No," said Tom and he hit her again. "Bend over whore I want to fuck
your pretty arse."
Vicky leant forwards poking her cute young backside at the man. Tom ran
his fingers up the narrow crack and tickled her arsehole. The poor girl
gave a pitiful and humiliated sob. Tom laughed again and forced his
finger straight into the young girl. "Ahh oww fuck!" cried Vicky.
The young girl wriggled her body around and Tom was forced to hit her
again. He slapped her arse, but that made little difference to the way
the girl squirmed. The man grunted and snatched up his baton. "I'll
teach you to keep still you little bitch," he growled and smacked the
stick against her calf.
Vicky froze and then howled. Tom hit the teenager a second and third
time in quick succession. The fourteen-year-old girl's legs gave out
from under her and she plunged to the floor, ripping out Tom's finger
from her arsehole. The girl landed on her backside, her young head held
up by the choke chain and lead. The girl's arms were in no state to give
her any purchase. The poor girl was practically hanging herself. Tom
stared down at the poor choking teen and lifted the chain higher,
stretching the girl's neck and tightening the chrome chain, to prevent
any chance of her freeing herself. "You dirty little bitch!" shouted Tom
and he started to hit at her legs.
The baton rose and fell with rapid whooshing sounds each time
connecting with Vicky's legs with a loud and sickening smack. Vicky
tried to scream but the chain was choking off any real attempt. Tom kept
hitting her over and over, but kept his gaze firmly on her eyes. He
wanted to choke her and to hurt her. Tom sighed and stopped his beating
and let the chain go slack. Vicky curled into a ball and cried. Tom
reached down and took hold of her blonde hair and pulled her upward. "Up
you get you fuck toy," he peeped.
"Oww please l-let me gooo!" bellowed the teenager.
Tom forced the young girl over the arm of the sofa, mashing her face
into the cushions and leaving the young girl with her firm young
backside pointing right at the man. "I'm gonna bugger you, you little
bitch," he growled at her.
"P-please," was the only response that the teen made.
Tom smiled. "Well, seeing that you asked so nicely," he said.
The man tugged the zip of his trousers and took his stiff cock into his
hand. Tom nestled his manhood between the girl's buttocks and rubbed up
against her arsehole. He wanted nothing more than to shove his cock up
inside her and fill her with cum; however, he was planning on leaving
this one in the house and, as such, didn't want to take that risk. Tom
sighed and reached back into his bag to retrieve the condom.
Tom, once again, started to rub the teenager's arse with his hard
rubber encased penis. Young and pain stricken Vicky sobbed into the
white cushion of the sofa. "I am going fuck you deep and I am going hard
whore," he told the teenager, but there was almost no response from
Vicky.
The man pressed forward, pushing his ridged knob up against the tightly
squeezed opening. The teenager's arsehole flexed and resisted the
invader, but Tom persisted and pressed in hard. Eventually, his efforts
paid off and the head of his hard cock plunged into the tight young arse
of the fourteen-year-old girl.
Tom pressed in; his hard cock inched its way into Vicky's backside
pushing ever further up her firm bottom. "Ahhh," moaned the teenager.
Tom gasped. "Oh god baby your arse is just divine," he said.
Tom gave one more, hard, shove and his cock thrust its way into her
bowels. Tom groaned and heaved several inches back out again only to
fuck it back deep into the teen's arse.
In and out, Tom fucked into the teenager's arse. He rammed up inside
the screaming girl. She cried and begged him to stop, but that only
spurred Tom to fuck into his little prize even harder. To ram his cock
hard into her bottom. The intense torture the young girl had suffered
thus far had worked Tom up so much that it took only minutes for him to
shoot his load, and to pour his cum into the condom.
Tom groaned and pulled his cock from the teenager's backside. He pealed
the rubber sheath from his rapidly depleting penis and glanced over his
shoulder at young Jenna. Tom grinned and tugged on the lead. "Come on
doggy," he said and tugged again.
Vicky was in a hysterical state. The fourteen-year-old girl sobbed and
cried. Tom yanked on the chain again and listened while Vicky choked.
The man sighed. "Fine," he muttered. "Stay."
Tom let go of the lead and walked over to the gagged seven year old.
Jenna looked up at the man. Her big baby eyes pleaded to him. Tom
grinned and stroked his hand through her hair. "This is going to make
you look very pretty," he told her.
Jenna shook her head, but Tom ignored her and pulled a strand of her
hair from the child's fringe. He laughed to himself and tied the used
condom to the lock. He let go of the rubber and watched as it dangled in
front of the seven-year-old girl's eyes. Tom patted the child on the
head. "Yes, you look very pretty now," he said.
The man stood up and turned back to Vicky. The teenage girl hadn't
moved from her place across the arm of the sofa. Tom walked to her and
ran his hand over the teen's firm arse. "You are a good girl," he said.
"But we've got lots more playing to do. I want you to get on your knees
in front of me."
The girl gave a pathetic moan from her throat. Tom slapped her across
the firm rump. "Hurry up," he spat. "I don't have all day."
Vicky pushed with her good arm. She managed to push herself along the
sofa until she dropped like a stone off of the edge. Vicky uncurled
herself and pushed herself up onto her legs until she knelt with her
back to the man, and, slowly, Vicky shuffled around until she was facing
her assailant. "Good girl," the man chirped and leant down to give the
teen a kiss on her forehead.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
Vicky was silent she stared up at him with her bloodshot blue eyes. Tom
snarled and slapped the teen across her face. "Tell me that you love
me," he bit.
"I-I l-l-love you," she whispered.
"Good girl," he said.
The way that Tom stood meant that his cock was only inches from Vicky's
face, and it was already stood back up again, pointing directly at the
girl. Tom noticed the girl's gaze divert from his face down to his knob.
"You will get it in your gob soon enough babe," he promised.
Vicky glanced back up at him; the disgust was obvious in her eyes. Tom
laughed and spat at her. Vicky cried out and, screwing her eyes shut,
she turned her head away. "Give me your arm babe," he said.
The response from the naked and tortured girl seemed almost automated.
Her trembling hand lifted from her side toward the man. Tom took hold of
it and squeezed. "Ahh," cried Vicky as he disturbed her broken finger.
Tom lifted her arm and placed a small kiss on the teenager's palm. He
poked his tongue out and let it run up and across the disfigured digit.
Vicky kept her eyes shut throughout and, therefore, didn't notice when
the man picked the metal baton up off of the sofa. "I don't think you
need this any more babe," he told her.
Vicky's eyes snapped open. "No!" she screamed. "I did what you said.
Noooo."
Tom swung his arm down and the metal connected with the teens elbow,
there was a loud snap, and Vicky threw her head back to scream. Tom hit
her arm again. He rained blows down against the poor girl's only useful
arm. Only once the man was satisfied that he had broken her it in
several places did Tom let it drop. As her useless arm fell the girl
crumpled onto the floor like spilt custard.
She drew in quick, sharp, loud and irregular breaths; her eyes remained
open staring across the floor and beyond everything. She looked very
cute and very pathetic. Tom laughed at her; his cock was now stood up as
hard as a rock. There was still a little to do until he was satisfied
with her condition. Tom rummaged through his bag until he came on the
cordless power drill that he had stored away. The quarter inch bit
extended menacingly from the black casing. Tom couldn't help but laugh,
his free hand moved down and stroked absently on his hard cock.
Vicky seemed totally unaware of anything; even when Tom knelt down
behind the girl with his knee pressed against the side of her leg just
above the ankle. The small ball extended slightly from the pale wrinkles
of the teenager's foot. It marked the perfect spot. Tom pressed the
sharp end of the drill against that lump and pressed down even harder on
the girl's leg. It was when she started to moan with pain that Tom
pressed the trigger on the drill. A sharp hiss sounded and, shortly
after, Vicky gave a short scream and then went limp, finally passing
out. The drill continued to whiz while Tom pressed it into the ankle
bone. He admired the pattern of splattered blood that it made on her
foot and on the white carpet around them.
He had pushed the drill half way through her leg before bringing it to
a stop. He pulled the bit from her ankle and turned to look at the
girl's face: just to check that she was still breathing. Satisfied that
she was alive, Tom got off of the girl and rolled her onto her other
side. With another laugh the man repeated the steps with her other
ankle, drilling a hole deep into the joint.
Tom smiled to himself and took the choke collar from around the
teenager's throat. She wasn't going to move much of anywhere again. The
young man sat himself down on the sofa to watch and wank while he waited
for the teenager to come back to the waking world.
Tom slumped back on the sofa running his hand up and down the length of
his cock in long, slow motions. The man smiled at the crumpled mass of
poor unconscious Vicky. Even in her current state, the girl was feeling
more pain than any one human had a right to bear. Tom sat up and gazed
down at the bruised teenager and rubbed his cock up and down.
Vicky began to stir. The teenage girl moaned a little, and then
replaced that moan with a louder, pained, gasp. The blonde girl threw
back her head and screamed. Tom saw her eyes snap open and the deep
green orbs dart about. The teenage girl tried to move but froze still.
Then, as if her situation suddenly reoccurred to her, the girl closed
her eyes and sobbed. "Welcome back to the land of the living," chirped
Tom.
"F-f-fuck off," cried Vicky.
"Oh babe," said Tom. "What's the matter?"
"F-f-fuck off," repeated Vicky.
Tom laughed. "Now babe," he said. "There is no chance of that happening
any time soon. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Not too long before I'm
finished."
Vicky babbled something else but, whatever it was, it was lost amidst
her sobs. Tom looked across the room at the two girls chained up to the
radiator. He smiled and turned back to Vicky. "I tell you what babe," he
said. "If you can get to your sister before I get back I'll let you all
go. Okay?"
Vicky lifted her head and stared across at her baby sister, but the
girl made no attempt to move. Tom laughed and turned his back on the
girl and moved to his bag. As he rummaged through his things Vicky gave
a loud cry. Tom looked over his shoulder to see what she was moaning
about. The stupid whore had obviously tried to push herself up with her
broken arms. Tom grinned and snatched up the pair of pliers. "Dear me
babe," he said and kicked the girl in the ribs. "You really must love it
here." He kicked her again. "Think of your poor sisters, you are going
to let them suffer just so that you can get some more sexual kicks."
"Nooo," wailed Vicky.
Tom kicked her again. He heard the crack her ribs made and the teenage
girl let out a horrific scream. Tom laughed again. He lashed his booted
foot back out at her ribs, striking her again and again. The poor girl
coughed and blood erupted from her mouth, splashing across the white
carpet. Tom sniggered. "Stupid little bitch," he muttered.
Tom reached down and grabbed hold of the teenager's hair. With a single
pull he yanked the girl up onto her knees. Her useless arms slumped down
and she looked like she wanted to follow. Panting like a whore, Vicky
shot a pleading stare at Tom. The man gave a sadistic grin and brought
the pliers in front of the girl's eyes. "I think I might make you look
like Jenna," he said.
Vicky remained panting, crying and moaning. The snivelling young girl
just started up at the man with an expression of absolute agony on her
sweet young face. She seemed totally unaware of the man's intentions.
Tom couldn't have cared any less. The man pushed the jaws of the pliers
into the teenager's mouth and gripped it onto her front tooth. Vicky
seemed to suddenly become aware. She let out a scream and her lower jaw
snapped upward, hitting the metal pliers. It was far too late for the
girl to do anything about it. Tom pulled on the tooth and wriggled it to
loosen it up before extracting it from Vicky's mouth. Screaming, crying
and trembling, Vicky screamed at Tom, who just laughed into the girl's
face. "This will teach you for being such a stupid bitch," he said and,
with that, he clenched the pliers onto the next tooth and pulled it out.
The imitation of her little sister's jaw didn't look nearly so cute on
this teenager. She sat there with her mouth open, crying her eyes out,
while the blood pooled on her tongue. Tom slapped the girl's face.
"Dirty little whore," he growled and spat into her eyes.
While he liked the way Vicky looked with her two missing teeth, a lot
more would need to be removed before it was safe for the man to put his
cock inside her open and bloody maw. Tom pushed the pliers back into the
poor deplorable girl's mouth and continued to extract her teeth.
A torrent of blood ran out of the teenager's mouth and down her chin.
It flowed down her neck and covered her breasts in the hot and sticky
liquid. It was such a beautiful sight. Tom dropped the pliers and, with
his free hand, started to rub and massage the teenager's tits. He
smeared the blood in and all around the small tits. Meanwhile, the
barely conscious girl just stared blankly at the man. She seemed to be
rather out of it. Tom smiled, there was still plenty of ways he could
regain her attention but, for now, what he wanted - what he needed - was
more relief for his balls. Tom let the teenager go and she slumped onto
the carpet. The blood began to swamp out around head almost immediately.
It was such an erotic sight.
Tom grabbed a second condom from his bag and tore it from the wrapper
so that he could get it onto his cock. He looked back down at the girl
lying in a pool of her own blood. Tom grinned and grabbed old of her
hair with both of his hands to heave her back up. Vicky's blood filled
mouth hung open and she drew in shallow, irregular breaths. Tom placed
his cock at her mouth and shoved in. He shoved it straight down her
throat and listened while she choked. The feeling of her throat spasming
around his cock was almost as enjoyable as when her gums came together
to try and bite him. "Oh babe yes," he hissed. "That is good."
Vicky's toothless jaws rubbed against the man's cock almost desperate
to get it out of her mouth. Tom fucked into Vicky's face hard and deep;
he forced his cock down throat as far as it would fit.
As fun as it was, Tom stopped short of cuming. He let go of her head
and the teenager slumped back down onto the floor. Tom looked down at
her and then tipped her head to the side to prevent the girl from
drowning in her own blood that was already beginning to build up in her
mouth again.
The man didn't waste any time kneeling before the girl and pulling open
her legs. Her young virgin cunt, coated in the fine blond fur, stared
back at him. Tom snorted and grabbed onto the hair to rip a handful out.
Vicky's back arched and she let out a low cry. "Now that is much better
babe," he told her.
Tom shuffled himself up until he was knelt between her legs with his
cock pressed against the entrance of her young pussy. The man pushed in
slowly. Even though he knew that this girl was a virgin he was surprised
at the resistance her hymen gave. Her whines and moans grew in pitch and
intensity as Tom thumped his way through and into her cunt. He gripped
onto the girl and her a hard and deep fuck. He rammed his cock in and
out of her young pussy thrusting it as deep to penetrate her cervix and
into her young womb. Vicky grunted and cried while the man fucked her.
Tom pressed his head down to the girl and gave her kisses around her
ear. "Imagine your virginity is being taken by a mad man," he whispered
to her. "I bet you wish you let your boyfriend fuck you now."
Tom laughed at her and redoubled his efforts to fuck into her as hard
as he could. From that point it took mere minutes for him to cum and,
again, filling the condom with his spunk. Tom groaned and pulled out of
the girl. He smiled and squeezed on Vicky's breasts. "You are a pretty
good lay," he told her.
The man stood up and returned to little Jenna to, again, tie the used
rubber to the child's hair. He smiled and stroked the tearful seven year
old's face. "Don't worry baby," he told her. "We will use these soon.
Then I'll fuck you as well."
Jenna squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Her sweet and tiny
little body trembled. Tom grinned and giggled. The man leant forward and
placed a small kiss on the top of the child's head and then stood to
return the crumpled and broken form of Vicky.
The fourteen-year-old girl lay splayed out on the carpet. Her body was
covered and smeared in her own blood. Tom frowned. It was a lovely sight
but the girl had just about outlived her usefulness. Still, there were
plenty of fun things left to do. Tom moved back to his bag and took out
the large carving knife. He slipped the cardboard cover from the blade
and turned to the deplorable teenager before him. There was a ruckus
from behind Tom, and the man guessed that it was Sandra; apparently, she
had an objection to the knife.
Tom didn't even pay the girl the courtesy of acknowledging her
objections. Instead, Tom knelt down beside Vicky and showed the girl the
large knife. Vicky's eyes focused onto the blade and she shook her head.
"Nahh," she managed to moan.
Tom grinned and reached down to grab onto the girl's leftmost tit. The
placed the sharp blade against the side of the bag of fat and slashed
into it. Vicky threw her head back and cried. With small slicing
motions, Tom quickly cut his way through the girl's small breast. He
cupped the severed tit in his hand for a moment before throwing it at
the wall. The lump of flesh it a vase on the mantelpiece and smashed it
to pieces. Tom had to laugh.
Tom looked back down at the girl. Her eyes were already beginning to
glaze over. She was still breathing and, amazingly, still conscious, but
it was only a matter of time before the blood loss and the shock would
do its work. Tom grabbed hold of the second breast and sliced through it
with the knife. Taking it in his hand he threw it towards the wall.
The severed bag of tit meat stuck to the white wallpaper. Tom laughed
and grabbed hold of Vicky's hair. He pulled the teenager's head back so
that she could see as her body part slowly slid down the wall, leaving a
long trail of blood in its wake. It got all of a foot before simply
falling to the floor.
Tom let go of Vicky's hair. "That babe, is the last thing you'll ever
see," he whispered to her.
He pressed his thumbs into the side of the teen's eye sockets. First
the left and then the right eye popped out of her head and Tom took a
moment to sever the nerves away. Vicky started to convulse. Her whole
body racked with spasms. Taking the knife in his hand, Tom stabbed the
fourteen-year-old girl in her belly. He brought the knife down opening a
huge gash in her abdomen. As it opened up the girl stopped moving. For
all intents she was stone dead, but Tom still had one last thing to do.
He pulled open the skin to expose her viscera. He knew exactly what he
was looking for: the fist-sized box that was her uterus. When he caught
sight of it Tom reached inside of the girl and clasped his hand around
it and the, using the carving knife, he hacked at it with crude strokes,
tearing it from her.
He held it in his hand and smiled. Standing back up, Tom moved to the
television and placed the child's womb on top, the perfect spot for the
ornament. Tom knew that Henry, the girls' father, would appreciate the
gesture. Even if he wasn't likely to see it himself. Tom stood up, the
jumpsuit was drenched in blood, guts and gore and his hands were slick
with it. He wiped them against his top and picked up Vicky's eyes. He
took a plastic pot from his bag and placed one of the red, white and
green orbs into it; that one would contribute to his collection. He
wasn't so sure what he was going to do with the other one.
The snivelling and crying of the other two girls was brought to his
attention. Tom laughed to himself and walked across to little Jenna. He
held the eye up to her face and enjoyed the sight of the terrified stare
that crossed the child's face. "She can see you babe," he told her and
then laughed again.
Tom reached down and pulled Jenna's leg apart. The little girl went
hysterical but just didn't have the strength to stop Tom from pulling
her cute little knickers down. Tom smeared some of Vicky's blood from
his fingers and onto Jenna's tiny pink arsehole. The man next placed her
sister's eye against the tight little hole and pushed hard. Jenna
squirmed, squealed and kicked, but the eye eventually popped inside her
anus. Tom smiled and pulled the child's knickers back up. There was
plenty of time with to play with both of these two, but later. Tom stood
up and retrieved his gun from the bag. There would be enough time for
everything as soon as he got them both to a safe place. He would take
his time with these two.
Completed: 18/04/2003
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