Perverts 'R' Us

The Cabin - Part 3

By Jude ( BDSM, tort, M/F/f )

This story contains details of a child being used and tortured. If this type of fantasy offends, please do not read on.

Pete looked out of the window for the umpteenth time that morning and glanced at his watch. Although the plans had been confirmed, he could hardly believe they would be arriving. Holly had been banished to kneel in the corner well away from him today. Every time he had gone near her this morning he had aimed a well-deserved slap or kick in her direction and he really did want her in some kind of presentable state for his guest.

Eventually he was rewarded with the sound of car tires on the uneven track and he watched as they pulled up. The driver, James pulled up and got out of the car and headed towards the cabin door. Pete walked out to meet him and the men shook hands and embraced as old friends. Holly couldn't hear what they were saying, and was too afraid to turn around and look, but she shook at the thought of visitors walking in and seeing her kneeling naked in the corner, what would they think?

James and Pete chatted and eventually James opened the passenger door of the car and offered his hand to Joanne to join them. Pete took in the sight as she climbed from the sports car. Although the three of them had spent a long time chatting on the internet, and many photos had been exchanged, he still had had a nagging doubt that things wouldn't have been as they seemed. James leaned forward and kissed his companion passionately, while his hands roamed freely over her body. Pete watched as she responded and cleaved into his arms with no thought that he was watching them. His hands stroked up her thighs and pushed Joanne's short little skirt higher, she in turn parted her legs for him and allowed his hands free access to her body. James was whispering in her ear the whole time and Joanne nodded and gave her responses the same way. Eventually they broke their embrace and James walked his partner over to where Pete was standing.

"Joanne is yours for a few days, my friend. She knows that she is here entirely for your use and she has my express permission to obey anything you command of her. In turn she will assist you in the training of your brat. She knows that she will make no emotional bond with the child and that as 'its' pain will bring you pleasure she must achieve this to the best of her ability. I hope she will not disappoint you, Pete."

Once again the men shook hands and James returned to the car. "I will collect her at the weekend Pete - enjoy!" and with that Joanne's Master handed his possession over and he was gone.

Pete watched as his new companion waved goodbye to her Master, picked up the hold-all he had left on the path, and turned and smiled at him. During their long talks on the net they had discussed Joanne's ability to swap from sub to Domme quite easily in certain situations and it was decided that this ability and her own experiences as a pain-slut would be useful to Pete in his exploration of Holly. It was agreed she would spend some time with them both and they would see if the experience was satisfying for him.

Pete took the hold-all from her and they kissed softly on the lips. Joanne smiled and took his hand saying,

"Where is she, then?"

Grinning, they headed back to the cabin and Pete pushed open the door. Holly was still in the corner of the kitchen where he had left her, and he knew that she would be horrified that he had brought in someone else who would see her in her naked state.

Joanne sat at the small kitchen table and waited as Pete pulled the little creature up by her arm and brought her over for inspection.

Holly couldn't believe her eyes when she saw a lady sitting at the table. She had expected it to be one of Daddy's horrible poker night friends, or one of those nasty men he let see her on the web cam. Instead, sitting on the chair was a woman. She had knee-high black boots on with very high heels - how did she walk on them, Holly wondered? Her black stockings and garter belt were just visible as her little black skirt had risen up over her crossed legs. She had a black bra on that was showing through her sheer top. Around her neck was a velvet band that had a tiny silver padlock on it.

Holly stood in front of the lady and tried to smile, she knew that's what Daddy would want her to do. Her little cheeks were burning with embarrassment as she stood there naked. Pete held her firmly by the top of her arms and pulled them back so that her little budding titties stuck out and she was unable to cover herself.

Joanne watched as the little creature stood before her and couldn't help licking her lips in anticipation. She had often fantasized about having a child to use with no responsibility and now she actually had one! Her flesh was showing bruises and faded welts, Pete had obviously taken advantage of their time together, of that she had no doubt. Her little face was sad and confused and Joanne knew just how that felt. During her own training, she had moments of total humiliation and bewilderment, and Holly would learn to accept these feelings without question or she would be sorry.

Joanne looked up at Pete, who gave her the nod she was waiting for. He released Holly's arms and walked around until he was sat next to her, slightly to Holly's right.

Joanne's English accent was crisp and clear as she addressed Holly.

"I have heard from your Daddy that he has a useless piece of shit for a daughter, is that right?"

Holly turned from Joanne towards Pete and then back again. She was shocked by this lady's nasty words and she didn't know what to say. The hesitation was all Joanne needed and with great speed she grabbed Holly's upper arms, digging her nails and almost shaking the child off her feet. Moving her face in closer, she asked again.

"I said, is that right? Are you a useless piece of shit?"

She was rewarded with Holly's eyes brimming with tears as she nodded her head. Releasing one arm, Joanne's palm slapped hard into Holly's face, the child only kept from stumbling over by the iron grip she had on her other arm.

"As I said, you stupid brat, what are you?"

Holly's voice was full of emotion as she whispered the words Joanne wanted to hear, "Yes, I..I am a ...worthless....a worthless piece of ...shit"

"Good, I am glad you understand what you are. Now it's about time we had a good look at your body. Open your legs, slut."

Holly never knew what made her shake her head, what made her look to her Daddy to save her. She didn't know why she stepped away from this strange lady and covered her little pussy by clenching her thighs and putting her hand down in front of her. She didn't know why she did it, all she did know was she regretted it immediately.

Joanne was on her feet in an instant and grasped hold of a fist full of Holly's lush curls. She shook her by the head as she dragged her back towards the kitchen table.

"How fucking dare you say no! How FUCKING dare you!"

Joanne slapped Holly hard and heaved her little body up onto the kitchen table. Dragging her backwards Holly's head made contact with the wooden table top and her arms and legs flapped in the air uselessly as she tried to keep some kind of balance.

"Pete, would you mind opening my bag, please? I think this disobedient little bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

Joanne kept one hand tightly around Holly's throat as Pete pulled open the bag and laid it on the empty chair next to her. She swiftly fished out a curl of rough rope and began to bind Holly's tiny wrists together. The little child was frozen with fear as she watched her arms tugged over her head and the lady walking around to the far side of the table, fastening the end of the rope to the table leg. Unable to move, Holly's eyes followed the adults as they gathered in front of her secured body. Joanne tugged on Holly's hair so that her head now rested on top of her upper arms, giving her a better view of what was to come.

Joanne and Pete stood together watching her, loving the fear that was so clear on her face. Both of their breathing was getting more rapid as their arousal began to grow. Joanne went to the bag again and pulled out more of the scratchy brown rope, passing a piece to Pete and showing him how to bind Holly's ankle to her thigh, so that her foot was flat on the table and her knees bent, opening her up beautifully. The ends of the rope were again secured to the table leg and the rope work was complete.

They stood between her legs, Joanne behind Pete as they looked down on their little toy. Pete felt Joanne's body pushing against him as they revelled in Holly's fear.

"Mmmmmm, doesn't she look so fucking sexy, Pete? She can't move, you know. She can't stop you doing anything you want to her. Look in the bag, Pete. Find something that appeals to you and we can have some fun."

Joanne's voice was heavy with desire. She had waiting a long time for a moment like this and now it was coming true. Pete brought out lots of things from the bag and examined them. James had certainly packed a wide variety of items for their time together. Along with the usual dildos and cuffs, he had been expecting there were also lots of small, blue velvet boxes. Each one was labeled with a small silver plaque. He pulled out one that simply said "small clamps". Pete snapped the box open and inside he found ten crocodile clips with a small ring on the end of each. There were also two pieces of white cord inside. He found them quite appealing for some reason and smiled at Joanne, passing the box to her.

"Oh, I like these" Joanne purred, "Those tiny teeth do nip the skin"

Joanne took one clamp from the box and knelt down between Holly's spread legs. Taking the little baby's cunt lips between her fingers she pinched open one of the clips and let it snap down on Holly's delicate flesh.

Pete couldn't believe the sound that came from Holly's mouth, it was one of pure shock and pain and it made his stomach flutter with excitement. He watched as Joanne looked up at him smiling and took another clamp from the box. This time she raised it so Holly could see it, before she pulled back the outer cunt lip again.

"No, No...lady, please! Nooooooooooo"

The second one was on and they clicked together as Joanne flicked them with her fingertips. The two rows of tiny teeth dug into Holly's cunt like a set of sharp needles. Joanne then passed the box to Pete and he extracted a crocodile clip for himself. Leaning down, he pulled the whore's cunt lips open again and attached the clip, squeezing it together hard, just to ensure it wouldn't slip off. Soon all ten were on and they looked so pretty. Joanne and Pete took turns in running their fingers through them and laughing as the clicked off each other making Holly scream all over again.

"Does it hurt, Princess?" Pete asked, his voice dripping in sarcasm,

"Oh I do hope so," Joanne added as she reached for the length of cord. Threading it through the round holes at the end of the clips, she then bound it tightly around Holly's thigh. Immediately Pete could see its purpose, Holly's cunt was now open wide, the lips stretched taut. The more Holly struggled, the more the little teeth dug in and tore at her flesh. It was ingenious. The other side was soon fastened and Joanne stood back to admire her handiwork.

Holly lay on the table, completely confused. Her little pussy burned with pain, it felt a little like it did when Daddy dug his nails into her, but hundreds of times worse. She didn't understand what was happening, why was this lady hurting her and why was Daddy happy that she was? She was trying not to, but the sobs kept escaping from her. Looking up she saw the lady standing behind Daddy again, her hands running over his chest as they looked down at her. She was whispering in his ear and although Holly couldn't tell what she was saying, Daddy had a huge smile on his face.

"Why don't you look in the bag again, Pete? I'm sure there will be something else that takes your eye."

Joanne knew that Pete was excited by what he saw, and she knew she was too. The urge to pull on a strap-on and fuck the shit out of this tiny child was almost overwhelming, but there was so much more fun they could have before that happened. She longed to see Pete fuck her, and drive his cock into that immature opening. She wondered how he had managed it so far without splitting her open, her cunt hole looked so tight, but then again, if she bled a little it would only add to his pleasure and that's exactly what they were all here for.

"Holy shit!"

Pete's voice cut through Joanne's thoughts as he opened another little blue velvet box. Peering over, Joanne saw what had caught his eye. For a minute her own stomach rolled as she saw the content, remembering the first time she and her Master had played with those. She still remembered the fear, the tears and the panic that washed through her. Even now, all these years later, Joanne knew that she had displeased him greatly when they were brought out to play.

Pete in turn, recalled Holly's last trip to the doctor's, when she had needed a shot and he grinned. She had got herself in such a state the doctor nearly refused to do the procedure. It was only when Pete whispered how sorry she would be if she kept showing him up that Holly had braced herself and looked away, allowing it to continue.

Pete pulled one of the many needles out from their case. They had the little syringe clip on them, but no tube. This helped to allow you to push them firmly into the flesh without hurting your own finger, he guessed.

He looked over at Joanne and wondered, would she do it? Would she really be able to push one of these into his child for his pleasure? He took the needle and waved it in front of Holly's face.

"Looky what Daddy has here for you, slut. We are going to make you look so pretty. Daddy and Joanne are going to use these needles all over your little body, make you into our own little porcupine. Won't that be cute, whore?"

Holly looked at the fine silver needle and let out a long, pathetic cry, sobbing wildly. Pete watched as she squirmed helplessly against the ropes.

"No Daddy, please… please don't! I'll do anything, Daddy. Don't use them... please. Please Joanne - stop him!"

Her panic was delicious and Pete felt his cock jerk and harden, she was almost hysterical and each jerk of her body yanked at the clamps in her cunt just to make it that little bit worse for her. Now the only thing he needed to know was would Joanne be as good as her word?

He turned and pulled out her hand. Laying the needle flat down on her palm he looked Joanne in the eye. She returned his stare and without hesitation took the needle and kissed the very tip of it. Taking a step closer to Holly, she braced her hips against the table's edge, leaving her body just inches from the child's painful cunt. She felt Pete stand behind her and push his body tightly to hers. His hands rested on her hips and Joanne felt the bulge of his cock push through his jeans against her skirt. With her free hand, she reached around and pulled up the tight satin material until his crotch was now brushing her bare ass cheeks. As Pete looked down he saw the tanned firm flesh framed beautifully by her garter belt.

Leaning down he whispered huskily, "Do it!"

Joanne didn't hesitate, she allowed Holly to watch the needle as it danced in front of her eyes, ignoring the pleas of her helpless victim

"Please, please don't. I'll be a good girl.....I'll do anything. Please! I'm scared, don't! Daddy - please tell her."

Joanne leaned over slightly, pushing her buttocks back against Pete's growing erection and pinching Holly's left nipple between her fingertips. Twisting it firmly, she ignored the yelping and begging, intent on her task. Taking the needle she pushed its sharp end against the tip of the child's nipple and allowed it to rest there for a second. Joanne, pulled the tip out further, making it narrow and thin against the needle tip. She watched fascinated as the flesh showed the outline of the hypodermic without actually piercing it yet.

She looked down at Holly and her cunt contracted as she saw the abject fear on her face. Pete was rubbing himself against Joanne, watching, hardly believing she would actually do it. Joanne turned to look into his eyes for just a second. Then, turning back to Holly, she drove the needle right through the child's nipple and out the other side. Holly's screamed. A delightful, strangled sound, her head tilted back and the color drained from her face. Dropping the flesh, Joanne and Pete both looked down at the needle sticking through the nipple, a little dot of blood dripping from the amateur piercing. The game had begun for them both.

Joanne leaned into her little fuck toy and licked the tiny drop of blood from her punctured tit. The fluid tasted metallic in her mouth, still warm from Holly's submissive little body. Looking up, Joanne saw Holly watching her and slowly Joanne opened her mouth and half closed her teeth around the ends of the needle. She pulled back until the needle drew up the tit flesh and Joanne was able to rub the tip of her tongue across Holly's tortured nub of flesh. Holly threw her head back and screamed, louder and more hysterical than Pete had ever heard her before. He moved slightly to the side and could soon understand why. As Joanne continued to pull back the hole in Holly's flesh was getting bigger and bigger. Reaching out, Joanne's hand fumbled in the bag, searching for a little phial of liquid the Master had prepared for her.

As Holly continued to scream and beg for release, her tiny little body dripping in sweat, Joanne pulled the lid from the container and poised it just above her victim's tortured flesh. Slowly she squeezed, and drop by drop the thick fluid dripped into the hole she had made. Releasing the tit flesh from her mouth almost immediately Joanne pulled back and quickly fastened the lid of her special medicine.

The reaction was immediate. Holly jerked against the ropes that held her and the sinews in her neck stood out as her head smashed back onto the table.

"Daddy.....Dadddd...eeeeeee....arrgggghhhhh"

Her body rocked over and over and as they watched Joanne couldn't help herself, she slid her hand into the front of Pete's pants and released his hard shaft. They both began to giggle like little children as she jerked him, watching Holly begin to recover just a little bit. Panting for oxygen, her heart beating faster than she thought possible Holly couldn't scream any more, her voice just a choking whisper. Her tit flesh felt like it was burning, melting away from her body and the room swam before her eyes

"Did that hurt, you little cunt?"

Joanne purred into her ear as she smiled, allowing a droplet of spit to fall down into the child's mouth as she began to reply.

"Daddy's turn now"

And so the three of them spent a long afternoon of needle play. Pete searched for new flesh on his daughter's body and took great delight in slowly toying with the flesh between his fingers, then, taking a needle he pierced her. The needles looked so pretty, sticking through her flesh, and they were so much fun to twist and turn. Once the flesh was nicely warmed, one of them would pull the needle up, pulling until there was a nice clear hole to drip their magic potion on. No matter how many they did, taking turns like sadistic children torturing a bug, Holly's reaction was always the same.

Every time the liquid was brought up to the puncture wound she would start to beg, shaking and her stomach retching in anticipation of the pain. It was like music to their ears and they played with her endlessly.

"Have you had enough bitch? Shall we stop? Say please."

But without fail, the clear fluid burned into her flesh and brought the near convulsion of pain, and without fail, Pete's cock jerked in his partner's hands as she played with him.

They were certainly going to have a fun holiday together - of that he was sure.