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Paddington Bare, Chapter 2 M/b, M/g, pedo, tort, mutil, snuff
Alocer Loki 2001
Story Codes are: (M/b MM/gg, pedo, rape, tort, humiliation, ws, snuff,
necro)
WARNING
This story can be called nothing short of sick, and is
certainly not for
those of you who have no desire for the subject matters
contained within.
Those Subjects include, but are not limited to the rape,
torture and
murder of preteen girls, and the rape and abuse of a very young
boy.
If you do not enjoy such things, then don't read it.
I, the author do not condone the actions depicted herin.
If you have got past that I am going to assume that, like me,
you are a
sick fuck that gets off on the rape and torture of preteens. If
not what
the fuck are you doing reading this?
If you wish to contact me, the author I can be reached on
Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com
All comments are welcomed
Thanks and enjoy the story
Chapter 2
Kurtis was a cute little boy, to say the least. A little small for his age
perhaps; standing no more than three foot five, and weighing not a pound
over
three stone. He sat still, sobbing gently, on Nicola's lap with his face
pressed
into the girl's shoulder. His blue jumper, obviously far too large for
him, had
a picture of a train stencilled to the front, the cuffs hung over his small
hands and the hem reached almost to the knees of his sweet blue jeans.
On his
feet, he wore a pair of navy blue trainers fastened up with a Velcro strap.
Nicola stroked the boy's thick blond hair and held his little body tight
against
hers. As Dan entered she looked up and shot him a sweet smile. "Here he is,
Sir," she said. "Didn't I say he was cute?"
Nicola herself was only nine. The moussy blonde girl had a scrawny,
tomboy look
to her, though she was pretty all the same, and commanded quite a price
with
some customers. She could have been mistaken for a boy, dressed in her
loose
jeans and baggy sweatshirt. Her hair tied up under a grey baseball cap
completed
the outfit. The clothes were filthy, almost as if she had been
roughhousing in
them. An attempt to make herself look as much like a boy as possible.
Dan knew
she had many customers who liked to have a girl who looked like a boy,
the type
of man who wouldn't admit to wanting to fuck a boy.
Kurtis turned his head to see who was there. Dan smiled at him and the boy
seemed to be reassured by the security guard uniform. "I lost my mummy," he
whined.
Dan nodded. "Nicola, you've outdone yourself," said Dan. "He really is
quite
gorgeous." Dan leant down to the little boy. "It's okay, your Mummy told
me that
you have been a really bad boy and has given you to me."
"I haven't," cried Kurtis.
Dan nodded. "I told her that I had found you and she said that she
didn't want
you any more, and told me I should punish you for running away from her,
and
that I could keep you."
"I want Mummy," sobbed Kurtis.
"Its too late you shouldn't have been a bad girl, Kursty," said Dan.
"Kurtis," moaned the child. "I'm a boy."
Dan's smile warped into a sneer. He pulled himself upright. "You fucking
little
shit!" he roared. "If I tell you're a little girl then you are a fucking
girl."
Kurtis tried to shrink back into Nicola but the girl stood up, picking
the tiny
boy up with her and turning him around for Dan. The little boy struggled
against
Nicola's grasp but was unable to get away from her. Dan slapped him
across the
face with his hand and tried again. "Is that clear, slut? You are a girl."
"I'm a boy," sobbed the confused child.
Dan slapped the child again and, this time, the little boy screamed. It
sounded
like a girl, at least. "You are a girl," he insisted.
"But...aieeee," the boy screamed, as he was slapped across the other cheek.
"You are a little girl," said Dan.
The boy was silent as he stared at Dan's raised hand, knowing that it
was ready
to hit him again. "Okay," murmured little Kurtis.
Dan smiled. It could take quite a while to make a boy change his mind
about that
small fact. Sometimes they were so stupid they wouldn't change their mind.
Those boys usually died pretty quickly. "Okay what?" asked Dan.
"I...I am a girl," sobbed the child.
"What is your name?"
"Kurtis," said the boy.
Dan swung his hand, slapping the little boy again. "Wrong."
"Stop it!" cried the boy.
"Then what is your name?" asked Dan.
"K-Kursty," mumbled the child.
Dan smiled. "Now that's better," he said. "How old are you, Kursty?"
"Five." The boy flinched as if he had expected Dan to hit him again.
"Good girl," said Dan. "Now because you were such a bad little girl with
your
mummy, I need to punish you."
"Oh please don't," sobbed Kurtis.
"You should call me 'Sir'," said Dan.
"L-like a teacher?" asked Kurtis.
Dan nodded. "You need to be punished. I am going beat your little willy
with
this stick," he said holding up the cattle prod.
The little boy's big blue eyes expanded and he shook his head. "No Sir,
please
don't," sobbed the child.
"Gag the little cunt," muttered Dan. "I'm sick of her fucking voice."
Nicola reached into her pocket, took out an old rag and pressed it against
Kurtis's tightly closed lips. The nine-year-old then used her other hand
to take
hold of his hair and pulled back on his head. The boy opened his mouth
to scream
but instead had it filled with the rag.
With the hands of an expert, Nicola instantly produced a second rag and
tied it
around his mouth to keep the first inside then grabbed onto the boy's
hands to
prevent him from taking it out. "Should Nicola slut tie up your new
little girl,
Sir?" asked the child.
Dan shook his head. "Strip her first," he said.
Nicola gave a little smile and slowly pulled up the boy's sweatshirt.
Nicola was
rather fond of small boys, and had an incredible knack of picking them up.
Nicola slowly drew up the jumper revealing the pale yellow tee-shirt he
wore
underneath. Dan rubbed the lump in the front of his trousers; already stiff
despite having fucked Celia only minutes before.
Whether Kurtis was petrified with fear, or just naturally obedient, he
made no
move to stop Nicola as she pulled up the tee shirt to reveal his pale white
chest, with its tiny almost white boy nipples. Slowly, she ran her hands
over
his skin down to the button on his jeans placing soft kisses on the back
of his
neck. One thing Nicola could do well was put on a show.
She opened the front of his jeans and pulled them down to his feet
revealing the
little boy's pale blue underpants. She got him to lift up his legs one
after the
other and pulled the jeans over his little trainers. Her hands next went
to the
little boy's underwear. Taking the waistband, she pulled them straight down.
The child's cock stood stiff, maybe due to the attention Nicola was
giving him,
it pointing almost directly upwards. He whined as she took hold of it and
stroked it for a few moments. Kurtis put his hands down in an attempt to
get her
off. Nicola grabbed them and pulled them behind his back. "Sir, should
Nicola
slut tie him now, Sir?" she asked.
Dan nodded and watched as Nicola pulled out a shoelace from her pocket,
and used
it to bind the boy's hands tightly behind his back. With his hands tied,
Nicola
moved around in front of him, most probably to have a good look before
Dan took
over. She bent over and took the one and a half inch cock in her mouth.
After a
few seconds, she pulled off. "Please Sir, could Nicola slut have the time
please?" she asked.
Dan glanced at his watch. "Ten past eleven."
Nicola cringed. "Please Sir, can Nicola slut go, Sir?" she said. "She
has Mr
Hodkins today."
Dan let a smile cross his lips. Hodkins was one of Nicola's most loyal
and most
violent customers. The headmaster of the local middle school, he was also
extremely strict and very fussy about time keeping. "Oh dear, you're ten
minutes
late. That's gonna put you in hospital, isn't it?"
Nicola cringed again. "Maybe Sir. Please Sir."
Dan nodded. The longer he kept her, the worse it would be. He could
afford to
have her visit accident and emergency, but not to spend any length of time
there. "Thank you Sir," gasped Nicola and she ran from the room.
Dan looked back at the little boy. Kurtis had squirmed his way into the
corner
of the room and his trembling body was huddled close to the floor. Dan
lifted up
the cattle prod. "This," he said, "is my lightning stick. I'm gonna push
it onto
your little balls and zap them." The little boy moaned around his gag.
Shrugging, Dan placed the end of the stick to Kurtis's small naked body and
pressed the button. The shrill scream could have come from any girl. The
body of
the little boy jolted for several moments. His legs opened, displaying his
boyhood. Dan took the prod from his back and instantly pressed it
against his
tiny scrotum, and sent the current through it. The boy squealed again
and his
body jerked about. Dan chuckled to himself and put the cattle prod down
on the
floor. As much fun as it was to watch a slut jerk around with the
electricity it
was nothing compared to how it felt to use your own muscle to make them
scream.
Dan reached down and, taking the little boy by the hair, heaved him to
his feet,
making the child cry out in fear and pain. Dan hit the child in the
stomach with
his fist, cutting off the scream. Without waiting for the boy to get his
breath
back, Dan turned him over, sticking his fat bum in the air. He pushed a
single
finger into the tight hole. The child whined in pain. "I'm gonna bugger
you,"
said Dan. "You should be happy."
Dan chuckled and put the little boy's arse against his crotch. He rubbed
the
white globes against his trousers for a few moments before undoing the fly,
taking out his cock and pressing it against the tiny hole. He rubbed it
there
for a number of seconds before reaching into his pocket for some
lubricant. It
would get quite uncomfortable to try with out it. The boy let out a loud
whine
as Dan pushed the nozzle inside the little hole. The man applied a liberal
amount to the little boy's arsehole before pulling the bottle back out and
dropping it onto the floor.
The middle finger of Dan's left hand was the next thing that found its
way up
the child's arsehole. Dan pushed it in right up to the knuckle. The
infant boy
squirmed in his arms, trying desperately to get away from the pain in
his arse.
The little white arse squirming around was quite a turn on.
Dan fucked the boy with his finger for about a minute distributing the
lubricant
with the motion. Finally, he could no longer resist the fat behind of
this cute
little boy. The man pulled out his finger and replaced it with his fat
cock. The
little boy started to scream as his tiny arsehole was stretched
impossibly wide
around the man's shaft.
The first stroke inwards was slow, well lubricated as the child's arse
was. The
man's cock was still dry, and far too large for the little ring of
muscle. As
soon as the head found its way inside, the rest plunged in quickly.
Nearly four
inches went in on the first push. Dan thought that was good, but not good
enough. He shifted the small boy so that he held the child off the
floor, still
impaled on his cock. The boy's legs flailed about, kicking desperately
against
Dan's shins, though in his position the boy was unable to get any power
behind
any of the blows.
Dan laughed and pulled two inches of his cock from the child's arse, then
plunged in three. The scream from behind the gag was almost musical.
Dan's grin
widened. This boy's arse felt good around his cock, Dan pulled out again
and
thrust back in hard. His cock plunged deeper still before hitting
resistance.
Dan grunted and tried again, pushing in harder. This time, he achieved the
impossible, plunging his entire length into the little boy's tight arse.
The
shrill scream that came from the little slut was quite beautiful, even
muffled,
as it was, by the gag.
Dan sighed and pulled out several inches before plunging hard, deep
inside the
five-year-old boy's arse. Dan repeated the process several times before,
finally, his balls gave out and he squirted the child full of thick cum.
Dan sighed and let the boy slip from his cock. Blood and cum trailed out
and
down his skinny legs. Dan lifted the child and sat him on his arm. All
of the
fight had long ago drained from him and he just sat still, crying. Dan
used his
free hand to pull open his legs. With a grin, he lifted his arm and,
using the
flat of his hand, hit the little boy's tiny balls. The boy let out a
loud whine
and Dan was able to get in a second blow before his small legs snapped shut.
"You fucking piece of shit," yelled Dan and he let go of the little boy.
had obviously not been expecting that and hit the floor, landing on
his arse.
Dan reached down and took hold of the little slut's hair. "Bad girl," he
shouted.
Pulling the little boy across the floor, Dan propped him against the
wall and
knelt down in front of him. Using both of his hands, it was a simple
task to
pull open the small boy's legs to get a good blow or two at his tiny
cock and
balls. Dan amused himself with the small child, pounding away at his
genitals
for a good five minutes while waiting for his cock to come back to life.
Kurtis tried repeatedly to get away and to close his legs but, each
time, he was
manhandled back against the wall and all it achieved was to encourage
Dan to
beat the boy even harder.
Dan finally stopped when his cock told him to. The thick shaft stood up
hard,
begging to be used. He reached for the boy's face and pulled the gag
from his
mouth. There wasn't enough energy in the sweat-coated child to scream.
He opened
his mouth only for a loud sob and began to grizzle loudly. It made the
boy look
quite pretty, at least in Dan's eyes. The man knelt up and took hold of
Kurtis'
hair to pull his head forward. The boy realised what was happening and
snapped
his mouth closed. Dan laughed as he rubbed his cock over the small boy's
face.
"Now my pair of fuck holes," he said, "I suggest you open your fucking
mouth."
Kurtis let out a loud moan but did as he was told, opening his little
mouth as
wide as he could. Dan took advantage immediately and thrust his cock in,
pushing
it as hard into the child's mouth as he could. The little boy gagged
around the
fat shaft.
Dan fucked at the little boy's mouth. Occasionally he pulled out just
far enough
to allow Kurtis to breathe but only for a moment each time before
forcing his
cock back into the little boy's throat. Finally he felt the cum rise
again and
he pulled his cock from the infant's mouth to spray his face with cum.
Dan let go of little Kurtis' hair and the boy slumped to the floor where he
curled up into a tight ball, crying loudly. Dan felt quite pleased with
himself.
"I think you might just make a good little slut," he said.
*****
Nicola ran as fast as her legs would go. Her lungs burned, sweat
drenched her
small body, and the pain from the stitch was crippling. But she still
ran as
hard as she could. Her heart raced, threatening to tear itself from her
chest,
and not only from the exertion her young body was being put through. The
fear
was deep seated. Nicola had no wish to die and she knew Dan would kill
her if
she was hospitalised again.
The thought of death spurred the little girl on harder. Nicola had spent
her
entire life being used as a fuck toy in one way or another, and most of
that had
been at the hands of various sadistic owners. None of them, however,
could match
the sheer callous viciousness of Mr Hodkins. A brief thought fluttered
through
Nicola's head in her panicked state. She wondered briefly what she would
do if
she ever found herself in the hands of somebody even more brutal than
Hodkins.
Kneel down and suck his cock. The answer her mind gave did something to
cheer
Nicola up, though not much.
The sight of the school gates was like a sailor seeing dry land after
months at
sea. The relief that swept through Nicola was such that she nearly
forgot the
dangers she would face on the other side. The large black cast iron
gates were
unlocked. Nicola had expected them to be. The nine-year-old girl quickly
slipped
inside and closed them behind her, making sure to push the bolt across.
Forgetting to do things like that could easily infuriate Hodkins.
With the gate closed, Nicola again broke into a run. She dashed quickly
up the
drive and across the playground. It would be so much easier if she could
just go
through the main entrance rather than encircle the entire building and
enter
from the far end. The door into the "Art Block" as the only one which would
allow Nicola entrance. She pushed it open and stepped inside. She had to
stop
running now. There was no running in the corridors.
Nicola allowed herself a few seconds, no more, to catch her breath while
she
looked around the dingy corridors of the "Art Block". Bright paintings
covered
the walls here, done by various talented students. Nicola couldn't say
she cared
much for any of it. The child started off down the corridor, taking note of
various things as she moved. A freshly broken window, a stack of books
carelessly left in the corridor, a mop and bucket left out by the
cleaners, an
open locker with a new pair of trainers hanging out, and a sign on a notice
board telling about a school trip to Littlehampton.
Nicola found herself smiling, remembering vividly her short time at
school. She
had loved being away from her father, with friends. The only time in her
life
when she hadn't been used for sex. It was ironic that Nicola spent more
time in
school now than she had when she actually went to school. She could
remember all
the time she had off when her father's rage had left her with visible
bruises.
Oh, how Nicola wished she could go back to the way it was then. The sex
had been
easy, the cocks fewer and smaller. As Nicola neared the school hall,
piercing
screams rose above the silence. Nicola froze, images of monsters
swarming in her
childish imagination, her experiences filling her head with images of
brutal
sex. Nicola stopped to get her nerve back. She knew that it was only
another
girl. There had been other girls before. Actually another girl was a
good thing.
If Hodkins had another girl there would be less attention paid to Nicola.
The preteen drew in a deep breath. Her lost childhood still leant
towards the
monster theory but her experience knew well that these monsters were not
the
thing of fairy tails, but men, real men, with their sadistic grins and huge
cocks. "Get a grip," Nicola spat at herself. "Stop stressing yourself."
With
this thought, Nicola started forward again, heading towards the door
ahead of
her, the door that would open her to the pain and humiliation that her
life as a
whore meant. Nicola pushed it open and froze...
***
The blood flew though the air in small globs, scattering themselves
around the
school hall. Ken used his hand to wipe the few drops that had landed on his
face, smearing the red liquid across his jaw. He was in heaven, absolute
heaven.
His daughter, on the other hand, was in hell. She certainly looked like
a vision
from hell. Her beautiful face was twisted in a mask of agony, screwed up so
tight it almost marred her features. Tears fell from her eyes
constantly, they
ran down her cheeks and dripped from her chin, landing on her chest then
mixing
with the sweat and blood that covered her. The eight year old's body
itself was
hung a foot from the ground, though locked to it by two canvas straps
which tied
her feet in one place. Her body had been stretched with the weight of
two men
and then the lines had been tied off.
She hung there now like a stretched canvas waiting for the artists to do
their
work. Ken grinned and threw his arm forwards, letting the momentum of the
leather strap do its work by slamming it into his daughter's chest. Her
body
jerked and she cried out again. She had stopped screaming a few minutes
before,
though Ken didn't care because he was having the time of his life. He
had always
fancied his daughter but had always held back from molesting her and her
younger
brother. Ken couldn't figure out why he had ever thought of holding
back. This
was the best feeling in the world.
Her small head slumped down against her chest. She was too exhausted
from the
pain to hold it up, and her blonde hair, soaked with sweat, lay in an
untidy
mess. Ken licked his lips. 'Beautiful,' he thought.
Charles Hodkins stepped in to deliver an equally vicious blow to the
child's
stomach. Again, her body jerked. Kerry's stomach was so tightly
stretched out it
looked as if it would split open at any moment. Ken owed a lot to
Charlie. If it
hadn't been for him, Ken would never have had the balls to begin the sexual
slavery of his daughter. Ken smiled, thinking that, with men like this
heading
the schools, the world was in safe hands. Charlie Hodkins, was good
looking man
of fifty. Despite his lack of hair, the tall man had an air of
confidence about
him. Authoritarian and with a commanding look, this was a man who got
what he
wanted. His huge cock stood stiff, curling ever so slightly upwards in
its eager
quest for pre-teen cunt.
Ken shook his head. His own cock was larger by almost an inch and
thicker as
well. He was almost fifteen years Charlie's junior, shorter and
stockier. His
thick dark hair matted his head, though a small bald spot had begun to
appear in
recent years.
He took a step forwards and placed his hand on his daughter's firm bum. He
squeezed the cheeks while the fingers of his other hand touched her
thigh. He
ran his hand up her leg and pushed his fingers into her tiny virgin
cunt. Ken
licked his lips. He could hardly wait to fuck this little whore. Looking
up at
Charlie, he was going to suggest that they use the whore to relieve a
little
ball pressure.
The door to the hall slammed behind them and Ken's heart leapt into his
mouth.
He spun around and saw a pre-teen girl stood stock still, its small body
trembling. It wore clothes more suited to a boy, that is to say, its
jeans were
grubby and grass stained and its jumper was decorated with a picture of a
soldier holding a gun. Its baseball cap only added to the disguise, and
it was a
disguise because, although its body could have been mistaken for that of
a boy,
its face was undoubtedly that of a girl. "We have company," said Ken.
Charlie turned around to face the girl. "You're late," he said.
Ken felt his cock twitch. Another girl! He licked his lips at the
prospect of
fucking this little nine-year-old tomboy. The girl spoke, obviously
making an
effort to make herself sound as boyish as possible. Must be a fetish of
Charlie's, Ken concluded. "Oh bloody hell, Sir. It's, like, only fifteen
minutes," she said.
"You little fucking bastard," snarled Charlie. Ken smiled at that. It
was now
certain what this cunt was here for. "What did I say I'd do if you were
late
again?"
The child drew in a deep nervous breath and said "You said that you'd
cane my
backside until I dropped to the floor...then you'd kick the shit out of me,
Sir."
"Come here cunt," said Ken.
The child looked up at Charlie. "Sir?" she said.
"Do as you are fucking well told," spat Charlie.
The little girl hurried across the room to stand in front of Ken, her
small body
trembled visibly and her eyes constantly flickered past the two men at poor
Kerry. "That's my daughter," said Ken. "She's been a bad girl. You've
been a
naughty fuck toy, too, haven't you?"
"Y...yes sir," murmured the child.
"What's its name?" he asked.
"Ni...Nic... Nicola," gasped the child.
"Take your clothes off cunt," said Ken. "I want to see what it looks like
underneath."
As if the child had no sense of modesty, or embarrassment, she quickly
stripped
down. She had an almost professional manner to her movements. She was
obviously
used to being naked in front of strange men. Her body left no doubt as
to its
sex, her small nipples were already beginning to extend from her chest
and her
fat cunt looked almost edible.
"Now my pretty little slut," said Ken. "I'm going to kick you in that
juicy fat
cunt of yours."
"S...sir," murmured Nicola. "P...please..."
"Spread your legs," said Ken.
The little girl let out a sob but slowly did as she was told and,
parting her
legs, slowly placed her hands behind her back and bit onto her lip. She had
obviously done this before. Ken reached down and placed his hand over
her cunt.
It was rather wet for a child who was just about to go through a lot of
pain but
her whole body was coated with sweat. She had obviously been running.
Ken pushed
two fingers deep inside the little girl. He had never expected this
little whore
to be a virgin and wasn't surprised when his fingers plunged in to the
knuckle.
She had a big cunt for such a small child. Ken wouldn't have been
surprised if
he could have put his whole hand up there.
Ken pulled his fingers out of her and put them into his mouth savouring the
taste of the nine-year-old cunt. He took a step back and watched the little
cunt's body go tense while she waited for what she knew was going to
happen. Ken
took a second step back to give himself some kind of a run up. Then,
with two
quick steps, he closed in on the child and slammed his booted foot into her
cunt. The child lifted off of the floor from the impact, and fell
backwards. Her
body thrashed around the floor for a few moments before it curled up and
mewled
in pain. Ken had always wanted to do that.
Charlie was quick to move in behind the crying child and he began to
swing his
strap, striking the slim nine year old's fleshy backside. Taking the
child by
the hair, Ken pulled her head up to take a look at her crumpled face. Tears
streamed down Nicola's cheeks and she sobbed repeatedly. Ken licked his
lips,
she looked so beautiful like this. Taking his cock in his free hand, he
started
to rub it against the child's face. "I know you know what you are meant
to do
with this," he said.
"Ohh..." sobbed the girl, but she responded by opening her mouth. Her
tongue
came out to lick Ken's cock, albeit weakly.
"That's right cunt, I want you to blow me, and make it good."
"Ahh!" screamed Nicola, as Charlie's belt slapped down on her thighs.
As her mouth opened, Ken took the opportunity to thrust his cock inside
and the
child almost instinctively closed her lips around it, and began to suck.
Charlie
hit the child again though, this time, she merely grunted around the fat
cock
filling her small mouth. "Can't let you have all the fun," said Charlie,
putting
down his strap, and grabbing the child at the waist to lift her up until
she was
bent over in front of Charlie with Ken's cock filling her mouth. "I'm gonna
bugger you, kid. I know how much you love that," said Charlie.
Nicola moaned her agreement, not that it sounded like much of one, but
Charlie
certainly took it that way. He pressed his fat cock against the child's
tiny
arsehole. Ken reached down to press the little girl's face further down
onto his
cock. She was a marvel of a cocksucker and Ken wondered if she would be
able to
deepthroat him. He doubted it but wanted to give it a go anyway. Charlie
thrust
into the child's arse. The little girl gave a cry and, at the same
moment, Ken
thrust into her throat, cutting the cunt off in mid scream.
Ken managed to force more of his cock into the little throat than he
thought was
humanly possible for a nine year old girl. So much so that he became
sure that
he would be able to get all of it down her. Charlie brought fresh grunts
of pain
from the child as he started to ram her tiny little arse in earnest. "You
know...ahh," said Ken, "you could damage her if you...oh fuck yeah...
fuck her
too hard...mmm..."
Charlie grinned at him and redoubled his efforts, forcing in and out of the
child's arse and pounding her rectum as hard as he could. "That's the
spirit!"
cried Ken. "Fuck her good."
As he cried out, Ken started to smack the child across the side of her
face with
his fist. Caught up in volcanic passion, he smashed at her face and
head. He
watched closely as her face turned a dark shade of purple. Then, with
one last
punch, he pulled his cock out. As soon as she was able to breathe again,
Nicola
let out an earsplitting scream. Ken laughed, though the sound of it was
drowned
out by the child's resounding squeal. As soon as she had taken a couple of
breaths, Ken forced it back in.
Taking hold of the back of her head, Ken pushed in as hard as he could,
forcing
his fat cock into the narrow pipe of her throat. Ken wanted to get his
cock so
far in that he would be able to fuck her stomach. He knew his cock
wasn't quite
that long but that didn't prevent him from trying. Even so, he was quite
surprised when his cock did fit down the child's throat. The girl, of
course,
was choking. Her little body thrashed around, fighting desperately for
air, and
to relieve the pain that Charlie was causing in her arse.
"Where the fuck did you get this whore?" gasped Ken.
Charlie laughed. "She's just that...a fucking whore," he answered between
thrusts. His breathing was now heavy, making the words come slower than
they
otherwise would. "I pay for her each week. There's lots of them, all
homeless
and untraceable."
"Which mean's we can do what the fuck we want with it," Ken observed.
Ken could feel himself close to cumming, though he didn't want to cum
directly
into this child's stomach but wanted her to taste it first. So he pulled
out. As
soon as she was free of his cock, Nicola leaned over and began to cough
violently. After a few seconds, she vomited. The filth formed in a large
pool at
Ken's feet. The man took hold of Nicola's hair and glanced up at Charlie
for
support. The man seemed preoccupied by fucking the tight young arse but, on
noticing Ken's gaze, he commented "If I were you, I'd really fuck her up
for
that."
That was all the encouragement that Ken needed. His hand curled into a
fist.
Nicola realised what was going to happen and began to scream. She tried
desperately to pull away but it was too little too late. The man's fist
struck
the child directly in the centre of her pretty face, mashing her nose
against
her head. Ken pulled her up a little more to get a good look at her. The
blood
dripped from her surely broken nose and from the corners of her pretty
mouth.
"Keep her mouth open. I want her to taste this," said Charlie, pulling
his cock
from her arse.
As the only thing supporting her legs was removed, the little girl fell
to her
knees in her own vomit. Charlie seemed to like that. He chuckled to
himself as
he moved around the dazed child. Ken took hold of her jaw and used his
fingers
to prise it open. Charlie placed the head of his cock at the opening and
pumped
away with his hand. It took only a few strokes for the man to cum,
shooting load
after load of thick white sperm into the waiting child's mouth.
Nicola swallowed much of it as it pooled in her mouth, though a lot
drooled down
her chin and dripped onto her almost flat chest. Ken let go of her head
and she
collapsed, falling into the puddle of vomit. The little girl curled up and
started to cry.
Ken turned to his daughter who had fallen silent. Her eyes were closed
and she
breathed deeply. Ken ran his fingers over her taunght stomach, making Kerry
moan. He could only imagine how much pain she was in. Her hands had
taken on a
blue tinge and her feet weren't looking much better. "I want to feel
what your
cunt is like around my cock," he said, then turned to Charlie. "How do
we get
her down?"
The headmaster walked to the side of the hall and unwound the stage
rigging from
the hooks there, relaxing the tension on the child's body until it
dropped to
the floor. Ken quickly made himself busy releasing his eight year old
daughter's
feet from the straps that held them down.
He pushed his hand between her thighs and a finger into her tight little
cunt,
pressing against the child's hymen. He could hardly wait to break her
but wait
he must since there was a mess on the floor which these two cunts had to
clean
up. Taking hold of Kerry's hair, he pulled the slut's head up so that
she was
facing him. "Open your fucking eyes," he snarled at his daughter.
Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, the child opened her tear-filled,
bloodshot
eyes. "Daddy..." she cried. Ken slapped the little cunt.
"Shut it," he snapped.
Kerry closed her mouth. She was learning fast. She had always been a clever
child. Ken pulled the head around so that she could see poor little Nicola
curled up sobbing in the puddle of her own vomit. "Look at what your
fucking
girlfriend did," he snarled.
"But I don't know her," cried Kerry.
Charlie reacted by lashing little Kerry across the back with the strap. The
eight year old beauty squealed. "Look at it, you useless whore. Look at
what you
did."
"I didn't!" screamed Kerry.
"You little fucking whore," shouted Ken. The child's father started to
force her
face towards the vomit puddle.
"No...NO!" screamed Kerry.
A grin crossed Ken's face as he pushed his little girl's face into Nicola's
vomit. Kerry fought against her daddy with all of the strength she had
left in
her little body but soon stopped, as the taste and smell of Nicola's filth
started to make her heave and gag. Eventually, Kerry added to the
disgusting
pile with the contents of her own tummy.
Ken sighed. "You don't learn do you?" Kerry whimpered and heaved some more.
"Nicola look at me!" The nine year old tomboy dragged her face from the
puddle
to gaze at Ken. "I hope you are both planning on clearing up this mess."
"Yes," sneered Charlie. "I'll not have vomit on my school hall. You know
that,
so it's back into your bellies with it."
Nicola groaned and lifted herself out of the mess. "Yes Sir," she moaned
and
pushed her own face into it.
Her tongue extended from her mouth to lap at the sick. Ken hauled
Kerry's head
up so that she could see what the other girl was doing. "See that?" he
asked.
"That's what you are gonna do. Now!"
Then he let go of his daughter and took a few steps back. He was quite
happy and
rather amazed to find no more than a few flecks of the girls' vomit on
himself.
Kerry stared at Nicola for several seconds before reaching into the
vomit with
her hand and picking up a little. She took a deep breath and placed it
in her
mouth.
Ken chuckled and pulled up a chair to watch. Charlie pulled up a similar
chair
next to him. He rubbed his cock, already stiff again. Ken's balls still
ached
with the need to cum but there was little choice now but to wait until
the cunts
had finished. Not that he minded much. It was rather nice to watch the two
children perform this revolting act.
It took a long while for the two girls to clean the floor. Slowly
scraping the
filth up and eating it then licking the floor clean. Though what was
left after
they had finished were two beautiful, fuckable children, smeared with
the sick
mixture of both their pretty stomachs. Not exactly something that Ken was
particularly eager to shove his cock into.
Charlie produced the answer. "I've got a something in the other room,"
he said,
"for when this happens. We put them in, rinse them off and make them
clean each
other a little then take them out, hose them off, and they'll be good to
fuck
again."
Ken shrugged. That was more like it. "Sure," he said. "Cunts, come on.
Into the
other room with you."
Nicola was the first to her feet. She leant over to help Kerry up and
the two
children stood, shaking in each other's grasp, watching the two men how
they
might watch a pack of dangerous hounds. Charlie lifted his hand, causing
both
girls to flinch as he pointed to the door in the far wall. "Through
there," he
told the girls.
Their cute little heads turned and stared at the closed door for several
seconds
before Nicola stumbled towards it, dragging the trembling, terrified
Kerry along
with her. Nicola opened the door, and the two girls stepped inside, closely
followed by the men.
The door led to a long hallway with two doors in the wall opposite and a
large
set of double doors at one end. "We're back stage," said Charlie.
Ken glanced up at the other man. "Really? So where are we going?"
Charlie held up his right hand. "Boys?" Then held up his left hand, "or
girls?"
he asked.
Ken broke into a cheeky smile. "When I was at school, I always wanted to
know
what the girls' changing rooms looked like."
Charlie shrugged. "You know the way Kerry," he said.
The eight year old glanced up at her headmaster and father then turned
to her
left and pulled Nicola through the door. The changing rooms were nothing
remarkable. A line of lockers stood on one side of the room and lines of
wooden
benches with aluminium hooks set above them took up the rest of the space.
Opposite the door was a walled enclosure containing the showers.
Ken snorted. "They look no different from the other ones," he muttered.
"I know," Charlie laughed. Ken shrugged. "I take it we're going to
shower the
whores?" he asked.
"Actually," said Charlie, "I was thinking more along the lines of
pissing on
them, hosing them down, then fucking them again."
"That's more like it."
Charlie pointed into the shower. "Both of you on you knees, hands behind
your
backs, heads back, and mouths open."
"Oh don't wee on me," cried Kerry. "Not in my mouth please."
Ken lashed out, striking his daughter across the face with the back of
his hand.
The small girl collapsed in a tearful heap. "You will do what you are
fucking
well told," he sneered at his little girl. "NOW!"
The two children reacted together. Quickly, they scrambled into the
showers on
their knees and faced the men. Nicola was the first assume the position
Charlie
had commanded of them and Kerry quickly followed suit. They seemed to
have a
little difficulty in keeping their mouths open or, for that matter, keeping
still. However, they stayed in the same spot, shaking, fidgeting and
breathing
hard. A rather attractive sight, Ken noted.
The two men loomed over the small girls and their shaking intensified.
Ken and
Charlie aimed their cocks at the two terrified faces. "Don't you dare
spit any
of it out," warned Ken. "If it goes in your mouth, you will swallow."
"Is that clear?" asked Charlie.
"Yes sir," murmured Nicola.
The two men turned to Kerry who stayed silent for several more moments.
"Yes,"
she finally whispered.
The time for talking was over, at least as far as Ken was concerned. He
could
feel his bladder pulsing, almost as eager as he was to release his piss
over the
children. He didn't fight it. Instead, he let the hot stream of dark yellow
liquid spray from his cock onto his daughter's pretty face. Charlie's
piss was
released only a fraction of a second after. Within moments, the two
mouths had
filled with piss and the steaming fluid was rinsing the vile mixture of
vomit
from their bodies. Nicola was the first to close her mouth and swallow. Ken
guessed she was used to drinking piss. She didn't even gag at the taste.
His
daughter, on the other hand, had no such experience. She tried to
emulate Nicola
but choked as her throat repelled the filthy liquid. Her hands clasped
onto her
face. She had endured enough that day not to disobey them anymore and
remarkably
the child managed to swallow the sick liquid. Though, Ken thought, it could
hardly taste any worse than the vomit had.
Ken was almost disappointed when his cock ran dry. Charlie's own piss
carried on
for another few seconds before trailing off. "About time," said Ken. "I
am dying
for a fuck."
"You want to fuck them like this?" muttered Charlie. "They're covered
in piss."
Ken laughed. "Which is why we turn on the showers and rinse them off."
"Huh," muttered Charlie. "You think I use the hot water on cunts like
this? You
must be kidding."
"Give them cold showers then," laughed Ken.
Charlie shook his head. "No we have a hose-pipe for this."
"Does it make any fucking difference?"
Charlie left the shower area for a few minutes then returned, trailing a
fire
hose behind him. Nicola whined as she saw it but stayed perfectly still.
Ken
shook his head. This guy was a nasty piece of work. "Okay, we use that," he
said.
Charlie's grin stretched ear to ear and he turned the valve at the end
of the
hose and water shot out like a cannonball, knocking both children
backwards,
pinning them against the wall. They screamed when they could catch
breath, which
wasn't often. Ken stroked his rock stiff cock as he watched the two preteen
girls have their much needed wash.
Despite how much fun it was to watch, Ken wasn't sorry when Charlie
turned off
the hose. His cock was now begging for a fuck. It was so hard, it hurt.
Ken went
straight in and grabbed his daughter by the hair. He dragged the tiny
cunt from
the shower area into the changing room. "Nicola," he called.
"Y...yes Sir," whimpered the child, pulling herself up. "I need some
lube in
this little cunt," he said. "Come here and lick the slut out."
"Yes Sir."
Nicola quickly scurried across the floor to bury her face between
Kerry's legs.
The little slut gasped loudly as Nicola's trained tongue started to work
at her
cunt. "You'll need more than that," muttered Charlie. "No offence mate,
but your
cock is big and that cunt is tiny. We keep stuff in the store cupboard."
Ken raised his eyebrow. Charlie grinned. "In case one of them sprains a
knee or
ankle or something, and in case we need to fuck a virgin preteen."
"Sure thanks," said Ken.
Charlie moved to a door in the side of the room and opened the little
storeroom.
He disappeared inside for a few seconds and returned with a bottle of
lubricant.
"Nicky," said Charlie. "Use this."
The headmaster dropped the plastic bottle next two the two girls. Nicola
immediately pulled her face from Kerry's cunt to take the bottle. She
squeezed a
liberal amount of the gel on her fingers and applied it to the child's
tight
virgin cunt.
Ken couldn't wait any longer. He moved in and pushed Nicola out of the way.
Straddling his daughter's legs, he crouched then knelt down and pressed
the head
of his cock against the tiny, tight virgin cunt. Ken pushed forwards,
edging his
fat cock into Kerry's waiting cunt. The child began to moan and cry as
her pussy
was stretched around the huge cock. Ken pressed in against his
daughter's hymen
and, with a grunt, tore through it. Little Kerry squealed in pain. Ken
laughed
under his breath and started to pound his small daughter's cunt as hard
as he
could. The going was slow to begin with but, as the blood helped
lubricate the
hole, it became easier to pound the childwhore's cunny.
Ken looked up to see Nicola on her feet and bent over in front of
Charlie who
was fucking the little prostitute's arse again. The man was obsessed. Ken
laughed and turned his attention back to fucking his little girl. As
worked up
as he'd been, it took no more than a couple of minutes until he shot his
load
into Kerry's baby womb. Ken lifted himself off his daughter and smiled
down on
the near motionless girl. Blood was seeping from her small cunt and
tears flowed
freely from her eyes. She was a vision of beauty. Something Ken vowed
he'd see
daily from now on. His well fucked daughter.
Ken looked up at Charlie who was in the last few moments of pounding his
whore's
pretty, pert bum. She really did have a nice arse, Ken had to admit.
Though his
passion was more for his daughter at that time, one thing was for sure,
Nicola
wasn't getting her cunt filled. "How deep does a preteen cunt go?" asked
Ken.
"Ahh," was all that Charlie could answer, as he squirted his cum into the
child's arse. "Pardon?" he gasped, as he pulled out.
"I said I wonder how far we could push something into that whore's cunt."
Charlie shrugged. "She's looser in there than in her arse. Do you have
something
in mind?" he asked. Ken turned to the open games cupboard and stared in
for a
few seconds. The perfect object practically leaped out at him. The grin
that had
been plastered to his face for most of the evening grew even more
vicious. Ken
saw that it was perfect at more than six foot long, and yellow, thin
enough to
go up her cunt, though it could have done with being a little thicker.
Beggars
can't be choosers. A javelin would just have to do. He pulled one from
the rack
and made his way back to the changing room.
"NO!" screamed Nicola. "Oh for god sakes...no, please don't!" The small
child
tried to run but was grabbed firmly by Charlie and thrown to the floor.
The headmaster sat on the child's chest, pinning her to the floor. He lent
forwards to pull open her legs. "Shove it in," he said.
Ken needed no encouragement. Kneeling down in front of Nicola, he aimed the
sharp end into her cunt and started to push slowly. Nicola began to
scream and
squirm desperately as soon as the cold metal touched her. Her screams
intensified as the metal spike met her cervix. The resistance it offered
was
very little but that didn't stop Nicola from screaming like she was
dying, as
the javelin entered her uterus. Ken knew now that the girl was in fact
going to
die, and Nicola also knew it. As he met the firmness of her uterus wall,
Ken put
his back into it and shoved in hard.
Nicola's body went stiff and, after a few seconds, her screams died down
to a
gargled choking. Ken looked past Charlie to the small child, in the last
seconds
of her life, as blood spilled from her mouth and her eyes stared blankly
into
space. Her whole body began to shake, convulsing as the life faded from her
body. Ken smiled, his cock rigid again. He neeed another fuck. Charlie
stood up
and turned to stare at the beautiful corpse. "Fuck!" he spat. "You
killed it."
Ken's heart started to beat hard. His mind told him that Charlie
couldn't tell
anybody, though that didn't stop the creeping paranoia. "That's not a
problem,
right?" he asked, trying to act 'cool'.
Charlie rolled his eyes and smiled. "No not really," he said. "It's just
that it
costs more if you kill one."
Ken sighed with welcome relief. "How much extra?" he asked.
"Three hundred quid," muttered Charlie.
"I killed it, I'll pay," he said. Ken turned to Kerry, sat on the floor
staring
at Nicola. Her eyes were so wide with fear, it looked as if they would
pop out
of her head. "Look at your fucking girlfriend," said Ken.
"She's a little still. I think you should give her a kiss. A big kiss,
pushing
your lovely little tongue into her mouth."
Ken heaved back on the javelin, pulling the bloodstained rod from the
child's
body. "Daddy!" the child cried. "She's dead!"
Ken held up the bloody spike, "I said kiss it," he snarled. Kerry stumbled
forward, her movements accompanied by an evil laugh from Charlie. The
eight year
old girl crawled over the dead Nicola and looked at her lifeless face.
Her blank
eyes stared straight at Kerry and her mouth hung open with blood pooling
inside.
Kerry screwed her eyes shut and leant forward to deliver a closed lip
kiss to
the dead child's top lip. "That's not a kiss," chided Charlie. "Do you
want to
end up like her?"
"Daddy," cried Kerry.
"Answer the fucking question. Do you want me to push this into your little
cunt?" said Ken.
Kerry shook her head. "N..no, don't kill me," she sobbed.
"Then do as you're told and give the dead fuckslut a nice big sloppy
wet kiss."
"With tongues," added Charlie.
"Oh please..." moaned Kerry. "Please don't make me."
"I said do it," growled Ken.
Kerry turned back to the dead girl and again closed her eyes tight.
She took
several quick deep breaths then leant forward. She opened her pretty little
mouth and timidly poked out her little pink tongue. As she leant close, it
dipped into the congealing blood pooled in the child's mouth. Kerry
pressed her
mouth to Nicola's and started to kiss. The child managed no more than a few
seconds before she backed off. Kerry turned around and heaved. She retched
several times, remarkably managing to keep hold of the contents of her
stomach.
Ken could hardly control his glee. "Now cunt, suck on your girlfriend's
little
nipples."
"Oh daddy," sobbed Kerry.
Charlie kicked Kerry in the ribs. "You really should learn," he shouted.
"Do as
you are fucking well told."
Kerry cried out in pain and clutched her ribs. She stared up at the two
men for
several moments. She had witnessed them murder one girl and she most
certainly
believed that they intended to do the same to her. She realised that her
only
hope was to do what she was told. The child bent down over the dead girl
and
took one of the small, now very pale, nipples in her mouth. "That's right,"
jeered Charlie. "Suck your girlfriend's nipple."
"I want you to tell her that she's your lesbian lover," said Ken. Kerry
raised
her head to look at her father. "Tell her."
The eight year old turned back to Nicola and took a deep breath. "You
are my
lesbian lover," she whispered.
"Now lick her bloody little cunt," said Charlie.
"That's right, make your girlfriend cum," said Ken.
"Oh god," moaned Kerry but the little girl moved down Nicola's body
and pushed
her face into dead child's little cunt.
Ken couldn't have imagined how much of a turn on it was to watch his
daughter's
small delicate tongue lap at the dead child's cunt. "Damn I need to fuck
something," said Charlie.
"Well, I still want to see what Nicola's arse is like," said Ken. "I've
got to
find out why you like it so much. You can use Kerry, if you like."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. I think I'll break her little arse,
if you
have no objections."
"Kerry," demanded Ken. The child looked up, blood smeared around her
mouth. She
looked very ill. "Get up and bend over so that Charlie can ram his fat
cock into
your virgin arse."
"Yes daddy," moaned Kerry.
The little girl stood up. She seemed relieved to be away from Nicola's
dead body
and almost eager to bend over in front of Charlie. The headmaster wasted no
time. He spat on the child's pink bud and pressed the head of his fat cock
against the tiny hole, pushing straight in. Kerry cried out in pain as her
arsehole was stretched around the huge penis of her headmaster.
Ken watched for a few moments before his own cock got the better of him. He
turned to dead little Nicola laid sprawled on the floor. Taking hold of
the girl
around her waist, he lifted it up and bent the body over, getting a nice
view of
her fat bum. His cock slipped into the dead child's arse with surprising
ease.
Despite that, it felt great and ever so filthy to be fucking a dead
girl's arse.
As he watched his own daughter having her arse brutally fucked by the
headmaster
of the local middle school, Ken started to rock back and forth with as much
force as he could put into his thrusts. Forcing his huge manhood in and
out of
the arse of the child he had murdered only minutes before. Life was
never better
than this.
******
Celia's head thumped like a bass drum, her very skull seemed to be
caving in;
and there was nothing she could do but lay there with her head in a
puddle of
her own drool. It was too painful to move, not that there was any room
to move
anyway. So she stayed still, staring out through the criss-crossed bars
of her
cage at the blank whitewashed wall opposite. The room was tiny, like a
box, and
held nothing but the single cage in which Celia was contained.
Everything was so silent that Celia could hear her own heat beating,
though the
constant throbbing of her head threatened to drown even that. She sucked
in air
through her mouth. It whistled around the gagand did nothing to stop the
near-
constant flow of saliva. The teenager gave up. She didn't care any more.
When
the door opened, all Celia could manage was to shift her eyes to the
naked ten
year old girl who entered, carrying a cattle prod, similar to those used on
Celia in the night. "Morning C," said Emma. "Oh you look fucked. Here,
look,
sorry about the prod thing last night. No hard feelings, 'ey?"
Celia moaned around her gag. She wanted to tell the child to fuck off
and die
but it came out as a muffled groan. Emma, however, seemed to understand and
frowned almost like she was about to cry. "It's not my fucking fault,"
she spat.
"I just do what I'm told. If you're smart, you'll do the same. You don't
understand." The child reached up and rubbed the back of her neck while the
other hand went down to rub her bare, bald cunt. "Besides, you didn't
have that
fucking thing shoved up your cunt."
Celia was disgusted at this child's vulgar display. She seemed completely
without modesty. Not only was she happy to be naked in front of Celia
but quite
willing to play with herself. "Don't look at me like that," bit Emma.
"You won't
care, either, in a week." What the hell was this girl? A bloody mind
reader?
"C'm'on, C. I've got to give you breakfast." Emma lifted the cattle prod
and
Celia tensed, tears forming again in her eyes. "I don't want to use
this, but I
will. I don't give a shit what anyone thinks. I ain't going to be hurt for
nobody else."
Celia believed that she would use it as well, but she was older and
stronger
than this child. If only she could... "Now don't be stupid, C. This room is
locked and I don't have any keys. Dan will hurt us both if you try to
escape."
Emma certainly couldn't hide any keys on herself, but Celia didn't want
to be
stupid enough to trust this child again. She had to take any chance. She
had to
try the door. Emma approached the cage and opened the latch. She pulled
the cage
door down and reached inside to grab Celia's arms. "I'm sorry C," she said.
"This is gonna hurt."
With that, little Emma leant backwards, pulling at the teenager. Celia
moaned
loudly as she was pulled from the cage and squealed when she fell the
three feet
to the floor. Emma let go and took a step back. Celia made her move.
Ignoring
the pain in her head, she rolled to her feet and ran to the door. Only
when she
ran into it did she realise the absolute foolishness of her move. Her
arms were
still tied behind her back. Even if the door wasn't locked, there was no
way she
could get it open. The teenager started to scream even before the metal
prongs
touched her back. Celia was barely able to tense her body before the
electric
shock hit.