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Angels Scream, Chapter 10
Alocer Loki 2003
Story Codes: MM/Fgg, pedo, rape, tort, ws
DISCLAIMER:
This story is not for everyone and may (and almost certainly will)
contain some quite graphical scenes depicting preteen girls, and
adult women in extreme sexual situations
These may include, but are not limited to, rape and sexual
torture. If any of these subjects offends you or if 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
Chapter 10
The pine box beneath me was rough against my skin; the short and sharp
splinters bristled out from the wooden surface and dug themselves into
my buttocks and the backs of my legs. My attention, however, drifted
with the scent of Amy's sweat. Her hair was sodden with it. The golden
strands clung in dark clumps to her back and neck and that which wasn't
sat in a mass of tangles atop her head.
The five-year-old girl shifted and pressed her head against the nook of
my neck. I heard her moan and even felt her sigh. I glanced down at my
little angel's mutilated body, and at the scars, bruises and cuts that
littered its surface. Amy lent back further, pressing her shoulder
blades against my chest as her small mouth shot open and she took a
sharp intake of breath.
My lips curled up into a smile and I looked down to where my fingers
pressed into the infant's hot little cunt. It was wet to the touch, and
soft, so very soft. I could feel the dry, leathery skin of my fingers
scrape on the smooth folds of her pink little pussy. I eased my finger
into her crack to press against the damp innards. Amy gave another gasp.
Her eyes were closed and she drew in deep, heavy gulps of air into her
lungs only to make little soft moans through her pursed lips. I pressed
my finger against the hole and it slipped inside. Amy's eyes opened and
she let out a tiny cry. At exactly the same moment her mother, across
the room, gagged.
I barely diverted my glance up at the woman; she knelt on the dusty
floor, lent forward in such a way that her fat and firm arse pointed
directly towards him, the deep crack opened just enough for him to see
her puckered pink arsehole. Her hands pressed against the wooden box in
front of her as if to keep her balance. Her head bounced up and down
with sharp rapid shots, but that was all Frank's effort. He gripped onto
her hair and rammed his cock down the back of her throat.
Elaine's shoulders shook as she cried, and with each stroke Frank's
cock took down her throat the woman choked.
I turned my attention back to the little girl on my lap. My cock was
hard and pressed against her fat little arse Amy wriggled about
massaging it with her buttocks. She groaned while I pressed my finger in
and out of her wet little pussy. Her head fell to the side and it
exposed her supple neck. I licked my lips and pressed my head down until
my lips brushed against the pale skin. I opened my mouth a little and
kissed against the curve in the child's neck. I sucked on the tiny area
of skin, letting my tongue rub against Amy's neck.
The five-year-old girl groaned and pressed her pelvis forward, forcing
my finger deep inside her tiny little body. I kissed and sucked on her
neck and listened to the little sexy noises that escaped the little
girl's mouth.
In the corner of my eye I saw Sarah blench. Her tiny body jerked with
almost a violent motion. The child pulled down on her head. It was like
she was trying to squeeze herself into an even smaller shape. The poor
child, curled up in the corner of the dirty floor, trembled.
I turned my attention, once again, back to Amy and concentrated on
placing the long wet kisses on her neck. I sucked on her skin, savouring
the salty taste of her perspiration. It was beautiful. She was
beautiful.
Any opened her mouth and drew in a series of gasps, each one louder
than the last. Her tiny little body shook in my lap. Her legs squeezed
shut, trapping my finger inside her bald pussy. Amy shook and moaned.
Her head rolled up and I was forced to break off my kiss. I looked into
the little girl's face and smiled and placed a further kiss on the very
tip of her button nose.
Amy relaxed and her legs parted again. I drew my finger from her body
and looked with amazement at the coating of pussy juice. I smiled and
placed the finger against Amy's lips. The child opened her mouth and her
tiny pink tongue ran out across my finger. She lapped her own juices
from the digit with little moans. I sighed and lent down over the girl.
I pulled my finger away from her open mouth and my tongue slipped
inside. Amy sucked it into her mouth and licked across it.
The child gasped and moaned while I searched the inside of her mouth.
My sexy baby kissed me back, poking her own tongue out and rubbing it
against me. I groaned, I could detect but a hint of her pussy on her
mouth. I wanted more of it. I pulled away from the darling girl and
gazed as the string of saliva ran down from my lips and into her eager
mouth. I ran both hands down her smooth young body and clasped onto her
hips.
The tiny little girl sighed and wriggled in my lap. As she felt me
tugging the sexy little thing climbed up, planting each foot onto one
thigh. Now I was presented by the utter seraphic sight of my darling
little girl's plump and bald little pussy. Her young, abused legs curved
upward onto her bruised and welted belly. My eyes focused on the tiny
pit in the centre of the child's stomach. My tongue slid across my lips
and I pushed my head down to place a kiss on her belly button.
I savoured her taste licking around her tiny naval. However, Amy seemed
to have other plans. A loud and frustrated mewl came from the darling
five-year-old girl. My mouth left her belly and I looked up at her. Amy
wriggled her hips. "What's wrong baby?" I asked.
"Mmmm," Amy moaned and she thrust her pelvis forward.
Her tiny hairless pussy was more or less in my face; I merely looked at
it and smiled. "What do you want honey?" I asked.
"Ohh," groaned Amy, she wriggled her backside and ground her cunt into
my chin. "You know."
I reached up and ran my fingers through the crack of her vagina. "But I
want you to ask," I told her.
Amy squashed her pussy into my cheek and rotated her hips. "I want you
to lick me," she whispered.
"Where?" I whispered back.
"On my fanny," the child breathed.
I lent forward and place a tiny kiss on the very top of her pussy,
where the crack started. "I want you to say it loud enough for Mummy to
hear," I told her.
Amy twisted her head to look behind her, where her mother was still
sucking on Frank's cock. The little girl turned back to me. "I want..."
the child coughed to clear her throat and then, louder, spoke, "I want
you to lick my fanny please Uncle Ian."
A smile curled across my lips. "Of course baby," I said.
I put my head down probed at the five-year-old girl's cunt with my
tongue. I ran it across the raped and abused little crack before sliding
it up inside to taste the soft, wet, pink flesh. Amy drew in her breath.
Her hips, once again, started wriggle as she ground herself into my
face. My hands trailed down her legs until I clasped onto the bulge of
her calf muscles. I could feel goose pimples rising on her skin. I
sighed and ran my tongue into her smooth and tasty little pussy. I
swirled it around until I contacted with the hardened nub of her clit.
The child giggled and then gasped.
My palms, pressed against the child's skin, drifted upward until they
contacted with the spongy flesh of Amy's bottom. I clasped onto her arse
and forced her pussy into my face. I sucked her clitoris with almost
callous abandon. "Ahh, Ahh," cried Amy.
I felt her young body seize up again. The grip she had on my shoulder
tightened to an almost painful degree. Her legs gave way, but the grip I
had on her arse kept the child upright and kept her smooth young cunt
against my face. Amy tasted even better while cumming!
I loosened my grip and the child melted into my lap. The breathless
little girl held onto my shoulder and sunk her face into my chest. I
stroked my hand across her marred back while her hot breath brushed over
my skin. "You liked that didn't you baby?" I asked her.
"Yesss," hissed the girl.
"Mmmm," I moaned, rubbing between her shoulders.
I looked up to see Elaine sat on the floor. Tears streaked down her
face again and she licking cum from her fingers. She looked as if she
were trying to keep as still as possible, to prevent he mole-grips on
her nipples from causing any more pain. Frank sat on the box with a
tired grin on his face.
Subconsciously my fingers trailed across Amy's body, underneath where
her and my skin touched, to where her burnt little nipples were. The
skin was soft around the tiny hard nub that signalled the black scabs
that centred both of the child's nipples.
My heart thumped in my chest and the adrenaline flowed. Even the
anticipation of that pain was enough. I licked my lips and glanced, with
obvious impatience, down at the two grips.
Frank caught my gaze. The big man shook his head. "You could at least
give me a rest," The man muttered.
"I'll do it if you like," I told him.
"No, no, that's okay," Frank said.
He glanced down and smacked Elaine across the top of her head with his
knuckles. "Ahh," cried the woman. Her hands rose to press against her
scalp.
"Bitch, go and get those grips," he growled.
Elaine sniffed back her tears and nodded. "Yes," she breathed. She had
been told that any more resistance would only result in us doing more
harm to her beautiful blond daughter.
The woman shifted to her hands and knees and crawled across the floor.
Her head hung down and her hair covered her face from my view. I grinned
down at the bitch. I felt an urge to kick her. I just couldn't resist.
Clutching Amy in my arms I got to my feet and walked over to Elaine. The
woman grabbed the two chrome mole-grips from the box and started shift
around. That is when I caught her. My foot struck hard into her ribs.
The poor woman screamed and I kicked her again, this time in her belly.
The blow knocked the rest of the scream from Elaine's lungs.
Amy gripped onto me and pressed her face into my shoulder. I held onto
her and stroked her back. I know she didn't like me hurting her mother
but she was far too scared of, or far too much in love with, me to speak
out against it. Besides, I'm sure it crossed her mind that Mummy was
making her hurt so she was going to let Mummy get hurt. I ran my fingers
through the five-year-old's hair while I pondered her thoughts.
While I carried the child back to where we'd been sitting, her mother
carried the grips back to Frank. The woman knew that the two cruel
objects would now be used on her own daughter. She knew, from the grips
on her own nipples, exactly how much pain it was going to cause to the
little girl, but she also knew that she had no choice. That all of her
protests wouldn't stop the grips being applied and that any such
protests would probably make it worse on the child. Frank took the tools
from the woman and turned them over in his hands.
I ran my hand up Amy until my fingers brushed the back of her neck. I
lent down and place a kiss, through her hair, onto her ear. "We've got
to hurt you now honey," I whispered.
Amy's grip tightened even further. "Noo," she squeaked.
"Yes," I said in a firm tone.
I reached around myself until I got a grip on Amy's wrist. Her grip was
extraordinary, but I was able, with a little force, to wrench her hand
free and twist the child around until she sat with her back to me. The
little girl wriggled in my lap. "Nooo," she cried again. "Please Uncle
Ian, don't hurt me!"
I grabbed her other hand and pulled it behind her back with the first.
I laughed and moved down to her ear again. I blew over the surface. "Yes
baby," I said. "We have to hurt you lots now."
Amy started to cry. Her head fell forward and her shoulders shook. It
was more than a touching sight. It was absolutely adorable. I placed
kisses across her neck. "Uncle Frank is going to hurt you lots."
"Noo" screamed Amy. She twisted her tiny body but I kept a firm grip on
her.
"And then I am going to hurt you lots and lots," I groaned into her
ear.
The child's arse lifted from my lap as she tried to arch her body
forward, but the hold I had on her arms was enough to prevent the
five-year-old girl from going anywhere. "No," sobbed the child.
"Yess," I hissed into her ear.
Frank played with the grips, screwing them to close the gap to a mere
fraction of an inch. As the big man closed in on Amy, the little girl?s
screams grew even more desperate. Her toy-sized body fought a futile
struggle with me. I kept a firm hold and kissed and licked around her
ear. Her hair was sticking with my saliva and getting into my mouth, but
I didn?t care. I gave a deep laugh from the back of my throat. My stiff
cock pressed against the child?s arse.
Frank reached down and pulled on Amy?s left nipple. The little girl
went crazy; the child screamed and cried at the man to go away and not
to hurt her. All the while I kept my grip on her hands and kept laying
wet kisses over her ear.
Amy?s stepfather lowered the chrome instrument until the child?s
black-scabbed pink nipple poked through the jaws. Amy was in sheer
panic. Her whole body trembled and she puffed air like she was afraid it
would run out. Frank squeezed the grips shut.
For a moment it was like nothing had happened: Amy still shook and
kicked and still begged at Frank not to hurt her and at me to let her
go, but then, suddenly, she fell silent and froze. I pulled back on the
five-year-old girl?s arms and braced for it.
She let it out in a horrendous squeal. Her tiny body convulsed, her
shaking limbs pulled against my grip. I held the child fast and kept her
still enough for Frank to position the second pair of grips.
I watched Frank?s fist close and the jaws seize up on Amy?s nipple,
crushing it and opening the old scab. As the blood dripped from the
reopened wounds I felt something hot wash over my lap and run down my
legs. It took me a moment ? when the odour reached my nostrils ? to
realise that she had pissed herself. The feel of the child?s urine
pooling around my feet had an odd therapeutic feel. However, it was not
something that could go unpunished.
I released the screaming child's arms and reached around the front of
her tiny body to grab the two clamps. I growled into the five-year-old's
ear and then grunted as I twisted them both. The intensity of her
desperate screams increased. Spasms shot through Amy's titchy body and I
could hear her short irregular breaths. I could almost feel her tiny
heart thumping away in her chest. The child gripped onto my wrists,
digging her fingernails into my flesh with a grip that seemed quite
impossible for a five-year-old. I pressed my face close to hers and
licked across her perspiration soaked cheer. I placed a small kiss over
her tiny little ear as I twisted the clamps harder.
I pressed the child hard against my chest and stood up. Amy's feet
flopped down for a moment before she started to kick. I laughed into her
ear and whispered, "You have been such a bad girl."
I held onto the poor child just by her nipples, the only thing that
kept her off of the floor was the pressure I was placing against her
chest to keep her attached to me. I kissed her ear one last time and
started to ease up on that pressure. Amy let out a long scream as her
tiny body shifted down against mine. More and more of her body weight
was placed on the the hold the grips had on her tiny nipples. Amy's
screams filled my head, they perforated every portion of my body, and
tickled me. I was totally unaware of anything else that was happening
around me. All that mattered was Amy and her intense pain.
Then, it was all over. Amy stopped screaming and the world rushed back
in around me and I saw Frank holing onto Elaine, and the poor woman's
tears streaming down her lovely face. Even Sarah had been roused, the
dark haired eight-year-old was on her knees staring at me. A look of
utmost worry covered her young features.
I looked down at Amy. It had all been too much for the poor little
thing and now she was quite unconscious. I smiled and gathered the
little doll up into my arms, I cradled her like one might cradle a
helpless baby. Tiny little breaths wheezed out of her, surely damaged,
throat. I moved my hand and brushed some of the sweat-soaked blond hair
from her face and lent down to give her a tiny kiss on the centre of her
forehead.
I smiled and looked up at Elaine. "Look what you did," I accused.
The woman sniffed and reached up to wipe the tears from her bloodshot
eyes but remained silent. I chuckled to myself and turned to settle Amy
down on the rough wooden box. I would let her rest for just a little
while; besides, I wanted her to be conscious before taking the clamps
from her nipples.
I gazed down at my beautiful little honey. I felt a tug on my heart, it
was rather strange how deep the love I felt for this child was. I was
more than smitten with her; I was utterly in love. I wanted to. I wanted
to take her and cuddle her, and protect her.
I wanted her to scream!
I smiled stood up straight, drawing in a deep breath through my nose I
yawned and turned back to the others. It was time we got serious with
Elaine. Almost as an afterthought I realised that I was still stood in a
puddle of Amy's urine. I smiled at Elaine and tapped my foot, splashing
some of the yellow fluid around. "Look at what your baby girl did," I
exclaimed.
Elaine dropped her eyes. "I'm sorry sir," she whispered.
"I should think you are," I replied.
Elaine remained still and silent and I was forced to speak again.
"Well, what do you think you should do about it?"
"I-I'll mop it up," she said.
Frank kicked the woman in the back of the knees and she collapsed. The
man crouched beside the woman and grabbed hold of her dark hair. He
dragged the crying woman forward and ground her face into her daughter's
piss. "What you will do, you stupid bitch," Frank growled, "is lick up
her mess."
"You need to slurp up her puddle," I added.
Frank twisted the woman's hair. "Ahh," cried Elaine. "Okay, okay."
Frank let go and stood back up. The big man laughed as we watched
Elaine lap up Amy's piss. After a few moments I lifted my foot out of
the puddle and placed against the back of the woman's head. "Don't
forget what your little cunt got on me," I reminded her.
As I took my foot off of her head, Elaine looked up and clasped my leg
by the ankle. He hesitated for a moment and her eyes darted up at her
unconscious little angle. Then, closing her eyes, the woman moved
forward and ran her tongue up the sole of my foot. I could barely stifle
a giggle as the woman's tongue tickled me. Poor Elaine didn't even
bother to stifle her sobs. She sucked and liked on my feet and my leg
trying to lick up where her filthy little daughter had pissed on me;
every so often the woman would go down to lick up off directly off of
the floor. It was such a vulgar and pathetic display; my cock was as
hard as a rock sticking out in front of me.
Frank wasn't about to be left out of the action; he grabbed his wife by
the waist and heaved her up onto her knees, further grinding her face
into the wet floor. Elaine cried out in shock and pain, but kept lapping
at the floor as Frank lifted her rear end up. He slapped the woman
across her bottom and grinned. He didn't even warn her before jarring
his cock against her arsehole. The woman pressed her hands against the
hard cold floor and lifted her head up to cry out.
I kicked her in the face. "Who the fuck told you to stop licking?" I
shouted at her.
The woman quickly pressed her face back into my feet and sucked on my
toes, making enchanting grunts around them as her big husband pounded at
her tight arse. The puddle quickly turned into a damp spot and Elaine
left it alone altogether, I am not sure whether it was intentional or
whether it was simply easier for her to concentrate on kissing my feet
while her husband was raping her. Either way, I didn't care.
Behind me Amy groaned. I turned around to see, and, as I did so, Elaine
stopped licking my feet. With a grunt I kicked backward and felt my heel
contact with her nose. Poor Elaine barked with pain and surprise. "I
didn't tell you to stop," I spat and kicked back again. This time my
heel struck her between the eyes. Then Elaine's tongue flickered out
over the back of my heel.
Amy groaned again and I lent down over the sore little girl. "Shh
baby," I whispered. "Don't move honey."
Amy's eyes opened a crack. "It hurts," she croaked. Tears flooded into
her eyes.
"Don't move honey, or it will hurt more," I assured her.
"Mmmm," moaned Amy.
I stroked the damp strands of golden hair away from her eyes. "Shh
baby," I whispered. "keep still."
"It hurts," Amy finally squeaked.
I placed a kiss on the child's forehead. "I know baby, we'll take them
off soon," a smile crossed my lips and I reached down to move the mole
grips that crushed the child's nipples.
Amy closed her eyes and screamed; her little body shook and I slapped
her across her lovely face. "Hold still!" I snapped.
Amy didn't listen, or didn't hear. The tiny girl kept struggling and
squirming around on the box; she continued to scream. I grunted and
shoved the child off of the box. The poor little girl dropped the three
feet to the floor and landed on her arse. The clamps jumped upward as
she hit the floor and Amy's eyes opened wide. The five year old let out
a horrific scream. I kicked at her, striking the child in the belly. The
little girl's hands moved down to clutch where my foot had contacted;
her whole body twisted as she tried to heave in air. I pressed my foot
down onto the child's chest, pinning her firmly to the floor, and waited
for her catch her breath while her mother lapped at my other heel.
Once the girl had calmed down a little, she stared up at me. Her eyes
begged for me to stop. I grinned down at the beautiful child. "Do you
want those clips off?" I asked her.
Amy managed a nod.
"Mummy is going to come wee on your face and I want you to drink it," I
told her.
Elaine stopped licking and I glanced down at her. I would have kicked
her again if it didn't mean I'd have to take my foot from Amy's chest,
so I ignored it. Amy's eyebrows ruffled even further. "But..." she
started.
"You don't have to drink it all," I said over her. "Just what you can
when she puts it all over your face. If you drink enough I'll take the
clamps off."
"Take them off," cried Amy. "Please."
"Will you do it?" I pressed.
"Yes," sobbed the hysterical child.
"How about you Elaine, will you do it?" I called over my shoulder.
The woman sniffed. "Yes," she said softly.
I smiled. "Well, chop chop," I said.
The woman dragged herself from behind me. Her slow sluggish movements
were testament to the paint the clamps on her nipples were causing her
and testament to how much the clamps on Amy's nipples were hurting her
daughter. I slapped Elaine's tit and watched the clamp sway. The woman
squealed. "If that hurts," I said. "Imagine how your poor baby is
holding up. I suggest you hurry."
The woman was in a flood of tears. Her whole body was flushed red, it
caused the areas of abuse to show up stark against the woman's body. I
smiled and shook Amy with my shoe. The child's body rocked back and
forth and the clips clattered. Amy screamed. "Keep your mouth open now
honey," I said.
Amy's big blue eyes were wide open, they shone with a wild lustre. The
child bared her teeth and shot a cry from the back of her throat. Her
cute little mouth snapped open and she focused on me. I could see the
affection in her eyes. It was almost serene. "Good girl," I said. "It is
almost over honey, just a little longer and I'll take those clips off
okay."
The little girl nodded, keeping her mouth wide open. Elaine shifted her
body around panting a foot on either side of Amy's head. The woman fixed
me with a glare. I've heard of glares that could kill and this one
certainly seemed quite intent on murder. I smiled back. "Don't look at
me like that," I said and spat at her.
My saliva smacked the poor young woman directly in her face. Her eyes
closed and she lowered her head. Her shoulders shook and a pathetic
sound emanated from her chest. I sniggered and shook Amy again. "Hurry,"
I said.
The woman squatted down over her daughter's face. "I'm so sorry baby,"
the woman cried and then she held her breath.
For several moments Elaine strained puffing out air from her lungs. The
piss started off as slow drops falling from the woman's pussy and
splashing across her blond daughter's lips and cheeks. Amy jerked every
time her mother's urine hit her pretty young face. It trailed down in a
tiny thin line leaking over Amy's nose and then into her mouth over her
little pink tongue. I saw Amy's throat move as she swallowed the first
load. Then her mother's bladder spilled out over the poor girl. What had
been a tiny trickle turned into a torrid that filled up Amy's mouth and
covered her young face.
The poor little girl tried to drink it. I could see that she really was
trying. But she gagged, and choked on it. There was just too much of it
for her to take down. I was so proud of her.
When Elaine's pussy did stop dripping, the poor soaked child was left
coughing on her mothers piss. I smiled. "Oh Amy you are such a good
girl," I said.
The child kept her eyes squeezed shut. "Take them off," she flat-out
demanded.
I laughed. "Of course baby."
Completed: 04/07/2003
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