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Paddington Bare, part 4 M/b, M/g, pedo, rape, tort, mutil, snuff
Alocer Loki 2002
Story Co
DISCLAIMER!
This story is not for everyone, and does contain some
quite graphical depictions of young children, both boys
and girls, in extreme sexual situations, these may include
but are not limited to, rape, extreme sexual torture and
brutal murder.
If any of these topics offends you, then don't read it. All
events and actions depicted herein are purely fiction and
I, the author, do not condone such actions.
If you got past that, I am going to assume that, like me, you
are a sick fuck who gets off on the rape, torture and murder
of preteen victims. If not, what the fuck are you doing reading
this?
If you wish to contact me, I can be reached directly at
alocerloki@subdimension.com
Thanks, and enjoy the story
Alocer Loki
Paddington Bare, Part 4
Blood trickled down Timmy's chin, a trailing red line that ran down his
neck
and stained his crisp, white, shirt. He held perfectly still panting
while
the man worked on his stiff penis. Timmy screwed his eyes shut; he just
couldn't cum! He thought he might die if he did. Yet he couldn't help
it, he
could feel his cock becoming ever more sensitive. It was only a matter
of time;
and then it happened. "Ahh," grunted Timmy with a forward lurch. His
little
cock jerked franticly in the man's hand.
The boy squeezed his eyes shut and felt the first shot of sperm squirt
from his
cock. Then another, and another. He just wished that it would stop, he
was sure
that he was cuming more now than all his masturbatory sessions put together.
When it did stop, Timmy sighed and then starts exploded in the darkness.
The
blow took the twelve year old boy completely by surprise and he wheeled
backwards, smacking the vertical handrail with considerable force. The boy
cried out in pain and sunk to the floor clutching onto his face with both
hands. His nose hurt, it felt like it had been smashed off of his face.
Timmy
opened his eyes and pulled his hands away. "Oh my god," the boy sobbed
staring
wide eyed at the blood in his hands.
He looked up at the man, and was horrified by the sight of a long white
string
of spunk stuck to the man's trousers. The rest of his cum was spread
across the
floor. Timmy felt sick. "You filthy little slut," the man roared. "Look
at my
trousers."
"I'm sorry," cried Timmy.
"Get here and lick it clean," the bastard said.
"W-What!" exclaimed Timmy.
"I told you to lick it clean," shouted the man.
The man moved in on Timmy quickly and the boy panicked, he tried move
away, to
press his back further against the seats. Timmy collapsed into a heap
when the
man's shoe hit him in the stomach. The twelve year old tried to breath, his
chest felt tight and he could only gasp frantically. He was vaguely
aware of
the man taking off his belt, and when it struck the poor child across
the back,
his back arched and poor little Timmy screamed; or tried to. Timmy
needed to
get away, he just needed one breath; he couldn't breath! The twelve year
old
boy squirmed across the carriage floor, trying franticly to wriggle
away. All
his hopes were crushed when the man's shoe pressed down on his Timmy's
head.
Just one foot, crushing his cheek into the floor of the tube carriage.
Timmy did the only thing that he could.
He screamed.
The pain in his back and bottom was so great, he had never felt anything
like
it. He screamed and wriggled and cried, he just couldn't get away from
this bad
man. What had he done to deserve this? Then, Timmy became aware that the
beating had stopped. The pressure on his head was lifted and Timmy gave
a sigh
of relief.
The twelve year old boy sniffed back his tears and tried to keep his
sobbing
quiet. He knew now that he just had to be quiet, he had to be good. He
wouldn't
live through another beating like that. "Are you ready to clean up your
mess
now?" asked the man.
Timmy sniffed and nodded.
"Speak up," he sounded impatient.
"Y-yes sir," blubbered Timmy.
"Well hurry the fuck up,"
Timmy looked at the man's leg, the cum was still there, stuck in thick
glob to
his trousers. Timmy opened his mouth, what else could he do? The little
boy
lent forwards and stuck out his small, pink, tongue and with a single
lick he
lifted the white goo from the fabric. He pulled his tongue back in and
swallowed. Now he really felt ill. "Why have you stopped?" demeaned the man.
Timmy looked up. "Wah... I.. but..."
The man rolled his eyes and pointed at the floor of the carriage. "Clean it
up," he said.
Timmy nodded, he closed his eyes, trying to squeeze his tears inside but
they
streamed down his cheeks. "Y-yes sir," he moaned.
Timmy stumbled forwards until his face was by the small globs of spunk
stuck to
the carriage floor, he could smell it. There was nothing else he could
do. The
twelve year old boy opened his mouth and lapped at the filthy floor. It
quickly
became apparent that the taste of the plastic floor far over powered
that of
the cum, and was by far more revolting than his salty seed but he kept on
licking at it.
Even when the man's strong hands took hold of Timmy's hips and lifted
the boy
up until he was knelt with his face against the floor; the little boy kept
lapping at his own sperm. Then the man unbuttoned the child's trousers. "Oh
no," moaned Timmy quietly.
The tears flooded out again when his trousers and underpants were pulled
down
to his ankles. They stayed there for only a few moments while his shoes
were
removed for him, and then Timmy found himself naked from the waist down.
"That's enough," said the man. "I take it you've never been buggered?"
"What!" gasped the boy.
"You know, bum-sex, I am going to fuck you little girl,"
"Oh my god!" cried the child.
"Now slut, do you want the belt again."
"No sir," whined Timmy.
"Stand up and bend over the seats, this won't hurt too much, I promise
you."
The man sniggered.
Timmy looked around; at the blackness of the underground through the
windows
and at the brightly lit, but empty carriage adjacent. He swallowed hard,
stood
up and bent over the rail. The little boy pressed his face into the
fabric of
the tube seat. It had a foul and filthy smell to it but it was better than
facing the man, it felt almost comforting.
His arse-cheeks were pulled wide apart. Timmy had never thought that he
would
be so humiliated, so violated. It felt huge, a hard lump pressing
against his
arsehole. Then it pushed harder, ever harder. Timmy presses his face
into the
cushions and screamed. It was like he was being torn open. The pounding
in his
rear was relentless and agonising. It was so much it washed all thoughts
from
his head. He just clutched onto the cushions of the tube carriage and
cried his
eyes out.
"Don't worry little girl," gasped the man. "You'll get used to it. You
are a
good fuck, I'm gonna keep you."
Celia could hardly breath, she gasped in air fast, only dimly aware of the
changing scenery and the pain in her hip and thigh as she was dragged
across
the floor. She didn't know what to do, she just wanted this nightmare to
stop.
She wanted to go home and for everything to be like it had been before her
father had tried to raped her... Celia wished her father had raped her,
that
she had let him fuck her. That couldn't have been worse than this.
The teenage girl was pulled to her feet and she came face to face with
the fat
man who had used the cattle prod on her pussy. She wanted to turn her head
away but he had a tight grip on her hair. The man snorted and then pat
into
her face. Celia screwed her eyes closed and choked back a sob as the saliva
dribbled down over her lips. "Can you stand?" the man demanded.
Celia's legs were shaky but the teenage girl was able to support her own
weight. Although she hung hunched with exhaustion. "Yes sir," she gasped.
The man gave the poor teenage girl a slap across her face and Celia
barked in
pain and surprise. When would this nightmare end? She looked up at the sick
bastard, his image blurred through her tears. He was pointing over
towards the
side of the room. "Go and sit with the other animals," he ordered.
Celia's eyes followed the man's finger and settled on the four children
huddled
in the corner. Of the three girls, one appeared to be slightly older than
Celia, maybe fourteen, and had long dark hair and a pair of breasts
which put
the thirteen year old to shame. The next girl was around Emma's age,
perhaps a
year, or so younger, with long straight red hair and and a slim smooth body
with pale skin. The last girl was tiny, only five or less, with milky white
skin, and chestnut brown hair.
The other child knelt trembling on the floor was a small boy, no older than
five, although very cute, he was sobbing his eyes out holding onto the
eldest
girl. All of the children were naked.
Celia lowered her head and shuffled towards the small crowd, they all
stared up
at her with pitiful eyes. It was all too much for Celia to bear and she
turned
her back on them. The teenager sat down facing the man.
They waited for several minutes in almost silence, apart from the
sobbing of
the younger children, while the man stared at them. At times he looked
almost
sincere, almost nice, but they all know exactly what he was capable of.
Or at
least they thought they knew what he was capable of.
Finally he spoke. "For those of you who don't know my name is Dave," he
started. "However you will call me SIR, or MASTER. Your function here is
quite
simple. You do what you are told when you are told."
They all stared at him in utter silence. He continued. "I am sure that
some of
you are planning your escape, or at least feel that you will be as
stubborn as
you can. I am here to show you what happens to bad little girls. Emma."
The ten year old slut walked from behind Dave, she held a bunch of thin,
red
drinking straws in her left hand. She approached the crowd turning to Celia
first, "Pick one," she said almost choking on her words.
Celia realised that, if Emma was upset by it, something very bad was
about to
happen. She swallowed hard and drew a straw.
The pubescent girl went around the other children, each of whom pulled a
straw.
The straws appeared to be all of the same length, that is all but the
one the
five year old girl had drawn. All attention turned to her. "Oh!" barked
Dave.
"It's my lucky day. Short straw looses."
The little girl bust into tears. She trembled and blubbered
incomprehensibly.
"Emma, bring it over."
The young whore did as she was told and grabbed hold of the five year
old, who
promptly bust into a tantrum. "No!" the little girl screeched. "No! I
wanna go
home. Let me go!"
"Celia," shouted the man. "Help your girlfriend."
The teenage girl found herself blushing but Emma certainly needed help.
Celia
found herself not caring whether this little child was raped or not, or
whatever he was going to do to her, just as long as it was done to this
little
girl, and not to herself. Or, for that matter, her only friend in this
place;
Emma.
Celia grabbed hold of one of the five year olds arms, and between them,
she and
Emma pulled the screaming infant across the room to their Master. Dave
pointed
at the bench. "Strap her down," he ordered.
Celia followed Emma's lead and they dragged the child, kicking and
screaming,
over to the bench. Celia wrapped her arms around the little girls waist and
bundled her onto the flat surface, giving Emma the chance to strap the
child's
limbs down.
Once the naked five year old was strapped down and totally immobile, the
two
girls backed away towards the other children. Celia could feel the glare
the
fourteen year old was giving her but Celia found that she didn't care. What
mattered was that she had done what Dave had told her too, and that
meant that
he wasn't going to hurt her more. She just couldn't bear to be hurt more.
Dave approached the restrained pre-teen. The small child's screams had died
down into a quiet sobbing. Dave, lent down and kissed the pretty child
on the
forehead. "Shh," he sounded. "It's okay, that's a good girl, calm down."
The little girl sniffed and tried to stop crying although she only
managed to
quiet her sobbing a little more. Dave stroked his hands up and down the
tiny
girl's naked body, rubbing his fingers into her cunt, and circling her
pale,
almost colourless, nipples. "What's your name baby?" he asked.
"J-Jenni sir," sobbed the five year old.
"Oh Jenni, that is a pretty name," said Dave. "You are a pretty girl,
are you
scared baby?"
The infant tired to nod, and then said. "Yes sir... please don't hurt me
sir."
With this child's begging a huge lump grew in the front of Dave's jeans.
The
man was getting off on this little girl's fear of pain. Celia was appalled.
Dave smiled and kissed the infant on her belly. He planted little kisses up
towards, and over her flat chest. Sucking in her tiny nipples for several
moments. He then followed her belly down, kissing and licking the pale
skin on
his way towards her pussy. When he placed kisses onto the tiny child's
cunny
Jenni gasped and moaned. Dave pushed his tongue into the child with long
slow
licks, pausing every minute or so so suck on her clit.
The little girl twitched involuntarily against her restraints. Celia took a
deep breath and shifted on where she sat. What this man was doing to
this child
had made the teenage girl's cunt wet. Celia found herself blushing a
deep red
at the realisation. She realised that he was a pervert and that he was
molesting this little girl, but he was being so gentle and so sweet. Maybe
things wouldn't be so bad. The infant started to moan loudly and bust
out with
loud gasping moans.
Celia had masturbated only a few times before, but she knew enough to
realise
that this little girl was cumming and cumming hard. Her little body
twitched
and jerked as much as the straps would let her, and she moaned an cried out
loudly. The man lifted his head up from between her legs and then placed
his
ear down over her chest and waited there for the child to stop moving.
When she did he stood back up and stared at her face. "Did you like that
baby?"
he asked.
"Ah huh," gasped the infant.
The man gave her a gentle smile, "That's good baby," he said. "Now, I am
afraid
that I've got some bad news for you. Because you drew the short straw
I'm going
to have to murder you now."
The whole room fell silent for several moments and then little Jenni
bust into
tears once again. "I don't want to be murdered!" she cried. "I wanna go
home."
Dave laughed at her. Celia felt sick. Tears flooded into her own eyes at
the
realisation that she had, in some way, helped with killing this innocent
little
girl... Would he really kill her? "Now now Baby," he said with a wide
grin. "At
least be happy you won't be dying a virgin."
"I wanna go home!" whined the poor baby girl.
"Well, that's too bad baby," sighed the man. "Cause I really want to
kill you."
"Please don't," cried the child.
The man sighed and reached into his pocket to remove a packet of
cigarettes and
a lighter. Placing the box down on the bench next to the child he
removed one
of the thin white sticks and placed it between his lips. Sparking the
lighter
twice he lit it and took a deep draw. Holding it between two fingers Dave
removed the cigarette from his mouth and inhaled deeply. As the smoke
blew from
his nostrils, the man pushed the lit end of the cigarette down into poor
Jenni's belly button.
The baby girl screamed her head off and jerked her small body. Dave
laughed and
lit another one. With a wide grin spread across his lips he just touched it
down gently to the child's skin skin, brining up little white burn
marks. Jenni
screamed and cried. She begged the man to stop.
Dave didn't stop, but instead touched the cigarette in places which
really made
the little girl scream. On her flat nipples, and on her pussy. He used his
other hand to open the little girl up like a flower and then burnt the poor
dear all over her cunt. Finally he pushed it down and put it out.
Jenni screamed so loudly Celia thought that she might go deaf. The teenager
could hardly blame the tiny little girl, the bastard had snubbed his fag
out on
the poor child's clit! Celia shuddered and crossed her leg.
The man stood on tip-toe and reached up. The children's gaze followed
the man's
hand to a huge number hooks hung from the ceiling chains. They made a
clicking
sound when the man pull two of them down. He paused to show them to the
children, and the little girl he had at his mercy. They were monstrous, at
least as big as one of the little girls hands, and ended with wicked barbed
points.
Holding the hook in one hand the man started to pinch on the little girls
nipple, squeezing it and tugging on it, twisting and pulling. "Owww,"
sobbed
the child.
The man ignored her and continued play rough with the baby girls nipple. He
made it stand up and brought it bright red in colour. Taking the first
of the
hooks, Dave drove it through the little girls sore nipple. The scream was
high-pitched, it tickled Celia's ears and left them ringing. She turned her
head away and screwed her eyes shut not wanting to see where the inhuman
noise
coming from.
Celia didn't want to look but, at the same time, couldn't help herself from
watching. When she turned back she saw Dave leaning down bite on the little
girls other nipple. The tiny child squirmed and jerked in her restraints.
Trying so desperately to get away from the pain but not being able to.
The man
pulled the second hook towards the girls nipple. Celia wanted to look
away but
was transfixed right up until the hook bust through the other side of the
infants nipple.
Celia felt sick, now, more than ever, she just wanted this nightmare
over with.
Was he really going to kill this child? Celia shook her head; the
screaming was
so intense. He was killing her.
As if the little girl hadn't suffered enough Dave pulled down two more
hooks.
With one hand he lifted up one side of the child's cunt lips and drove one
through. The second went on the other side.
It was like a scene out of a horror movie. The man just kept pulling
hooks down
from the ceiling and pushing them though this little girl. Her skin was
taut
around where the hooks had been driven through; were the chains were
trying to
retract back into the ceiling. Blood was everywhere, all over Dave, his
clothes
and his hands, and ran down Jenni's sided and dripped form the table.
Celia could hardly believe that poor Jenni was still alive but the
little girl
never stopped screaming; always screaming. Her voice died down into a
hoarse
whine, but she still screaming. Finally there were no more hooks to come
and
Dave started to unstrap the child. As her arms were freed from the leather
straps the rose vertical as the hooks, which had been shoved through the
palms
of each of her hands, lifted them. Her legs buckled at the knees.
Celia, and everyone around her, everyone but Emma, stared with disbelief at
what they were seeing. Things like this didn't really happen, but they were
watching it happen. Celia heard some of the others vomiting behind her.
Heaving
and reaching, the smell was repugnant, but she didn't even spare them a
glance.
Dave was whistling a tune, she couldn't hear it for the screams but he was
whistling, he had his cock out through his fly and was stroking it back and
forth with vigour. A look of sheer sadistic glee was stamped across his
face.
Celia hated him, she hated everything about him. Finally he gave up
wanking and
walked across to the far wall. He flicked a switch. It had looked very much
like a light switch and the teen hadn't even noticed it was there. The
sound of
machinery could be heard and poor Jenni's screams grew more desperate.
The poor little child was slowly lifted from the bench until, about a foot
above the surface, she came to a halt. Her nipples distended from her
chest,
and her pussy had beep splayed open by the directions the hooks were
pulling
her labia. Blood formed into droplets on the child's back and arse,
every so
often they dripped off onto the bench below. It was horrific. Celia hugged
herself, rocking back and forth, trying so hard to suppress the bile
rising in
her throat.
Dave was still whistling, he moved around Jenni running his hands over the
child's body smearing the blood around as he went ending up standing
between
her wide open legs. Without pausing he shoved two fingers into the child's
cunt, straight to the knuckle. The man fucked the five year old girl
with his
fingers, deep and hard. Whilst he was having his fun there he moved his
other
hand under her body and pushed two more fingers into the infants arse.
Pathetic choked screams and cried came from Jenni's mouth. Her head now
hung
back and her hair, stained with blood, draped across the bench. Dave
pulled his
fingers out and pushed her and the baby girl swung back and forth like a
pendulum.
Dave grinned and pulled back his arm. He slapped the child's legs
causing her
to swing around. The poor infant was screaming her head off, there was
nothing
else she could do. Dave was obviously enjoying himself; his left hand
held his
cock, wanking it awkwardly but franticly while his right hand struck out
blows
on poor Jenni.
It started with slaps to her legs and thighs but soon he was using his
fists on
her hips and side. When he stopped hitting her it was clearly obvious
that he
was laughing at the way Jenni was swinging about. Dave, turned and
pointed at
Emma. The ten year old girl didn't even hesitate before she crawled
across the
floor and propped herself on her knees in front of him. She opened her
mouth
wide and took his cock inside.
Dave groaned. "That's better," he sighed.
Putting his arms up he caught Jenni by the ankles and stopped her from
swinging. The poor infant now just hung there there, dripping with
blood, and
suspended from hooked through various parts of her cute little body.
Dave rubbed his hand against the child's distorted cunt one more time
before
turning away, his cock pulled out of Emma's mouth, and the ten year old was
left kneeling and breathing heavily. Moving to the far end of the room
the man
crouched down by a blue tool box and opened its lit. He ruffled about
with the
contents for several moments before producing a long dildo.
As he moved back to the little girl Celia, and many of the other children,
gasped at what they saw. The dildo was covered with quarter inch long steel
spikes. To make matters worse, the dildo itself was as long and as thick as
Jenni's forearm.
Celia swallowed hard, he wouldn't really put that inside the five year old;
would he? Despite the evidence before her she couldn't believe that anyone
could be so mean. Dave stoked the torture dildo across Jenni's back,
cutting
the child's skin, it was a demonstration to show them all how sharp
those spike
were. More blood was added to the table, it seemed covered in it. How much
blood could one little girl let?
Dave moved back between the child s legs, it was now very apparent that
he was
going to put it inside her. The man lined the torture device up with the
five
year old little hole and pressed it against it. He screwed it back and
forth,
trying, not to push the dildo into Jenni; the little girl was too small for
that, but to bore her cunt hole out to allow the wicked device deep
inside her.
The worst thing about it was that it seemed to be working, the dildo was
slowly
being inserted into the child's tight little pussy. Blood poured out of
her and
Jenni screamed as much as she could. Celia wished she'd just shut up! She
wanted the screaming to stop. For a moment she wished the child was dead
already, she'd have a better chance in hell than at the hands of this
monster.
The dildo kept going in further and further. So deep that Celia was sure
that
it must be tearing at Jenni's organs. When the silence did come it was
eerie
and deathlike. Celia's ears rang from the memory of Jenni's squeals but
Jenni
was no longer making any sound. Or at least no more sound than that of her
shallow breathing.
It was almost beyond belief that the child was still breathing. Dave
left her
pussy alone, the dildo stuck with half its length buried inside the child's
lacerated pussy. He pulled back Jenni's eye lids and sighed. "Fucking
whore,"
he muttered under his breath.
Turning back to the wall he flipped the switch off and, slowly, the child
lowered onto the bench. The infant lay unconscious while the man
strapped her
back down. Celia wondered why he was bothering to strap the child down, and
then realised that she didn't care any more. She just felt very, very ill.
Dave retrieved the cattle prod. Celia couldn't help but shudder, the
memory of
how that felt was all too recent. The metal prongs were rested against
Jenni's
belly, the child bucked when the shock hit her body, but made no sound.
Dave
frowned and then placed the prod against the torn and charred remains of
the
infants clitoris. She bucked again and this time screamed.
As she quietened down Dave grinned. "Much better,"
He moved back to the wall. "No," Jenni managed a weak croak.
If Dave even heard her he ignored the plea and flicked the switch. The
machine
started again and the hooks started to retract towards the ceiling.
However,
Jenni, still strapped down to the bench, didn't. Her flesh quickly
became taut
and the tiny child started to scream with renewed vigour. "Oops," Celia
heard
Dave snigger.
The hooks tore from her nipples first, and then from her belly and her
legs.
The sound of the small bones in the child's hand snapping made many of the
children vomit, again. Soon the only hooks still left in the child's
body were
stretching out her pussy to extraordinary lengths, but even that didn't
last
long and the hooks tore, one by one, leaving the small child a bloody
mess. Her
head rolled back and she was quiet again. Celia couldn't tell if she was
still
alive. "Now that is what happens if you forget to unstrap the bitch,"
laughed
Dave.
The man reached down to Jenni's pussy and tore the dildo out leaving a
gaping
and gory hole. Dave pointed at Celia. The teen felt her heat miss a
beat. "Get
here," he spat.
Copying what Emma had done before her Celia crawled across the room.
Anything
to avoid ending up like the mess that had been Jenni. Dave took hold of
Celia's
hair and pulled her head up. "You see that?" he said pointing at the
child's
torn pussy.
"Y-yes sir," whispered Celia.
"I want you to lick it clean," he said.
"W-what!" gasped the Teen.
"Do you want to end up like her!" roared Dave.
"No!" screamed Celia.
"Then lick."
Her face was pushed into the blood soaked cunt. Celia did the only thing
she
could do. She licked at it. All she could taste was blood. It sickened
her to
her soul, but she licked. All that mattered now was staying alive, and
she knew
this man would kill her if she didn't do what she was told. She had just
witnessed him torture a five year old child simply because she had drawn
the
wrong straw. He was capable of anything.
When he tugged on her hair again, pulling her from Jenni's mutilated pussy
Celia could have thanked the man but didn't dare. Instead she just gazed
up at
the man. She could feel the warm blood all sticky as it dried around her
lips.
"You know you look rather sexy like that," Dave said. "I think Emma wants a
kiss."
Celia's eyes flickered towards the pubescent girl. Emma already had her
arms
outstretched, her small hand entwined in Celia's hair. The teenager
opened her
mouth and pressed it against Emma. The ten year old whore was so soft,
and so
warm. Celia moaned as their tongues lapped at each other. Celia melted into
this child's arms. Into her soft kisses. "Okay that's enough."
The two girls were dragged away from one another by their hair. Celia hated
Dave, she wanted Emma so bad. "Now you two lesbo sluts I said enough," he
spat.
The words hit Celia like a blow to the stomach and she glared at Emma,
blood
was smeared across the child's face. As much as she wanted to, Celia
couldn't
hate Emma. Celia couldn't believe what she was becoming. She looked up
at Dave
but his attention was back on Jenni. "Aren't you dead yet?" he muttered.
"Ahh-ugh," was the only sound the child was able to make.
Dave unstrapped the little girls legs and lifted them up until her arse
stuck
out towards him. Holding them up with one hand he used his other to
nestle his
fat cock between her buttocks and against her arsehole. The little girls
started to moan with desperation as the man forced his penis inside her
preteen
and virgin arse.
She grunted as the man fucked into her. "Fucking die bitch," he shouted and
stuck the little girl across the face with his fist.
Dave grabbed at the child's throat with both hands and squeezed it tight,
ramming his cock into her arsehole the man choked the little girl. He
thrust in
harder and harder brutalising the poor child's arse. Her little body
trembled
and shook for the longest time before it settled down dead still. Dave
grunted.
"Ahhh," he moaned, and pulled out his cock, the cum dribbled out
followed by
shit.
Celia retched. She heaved and turned her head away. He'd cum up the dead
child's arse, and Celia knew that Jenni was indeed dead. The thirteen
year old
girl looked across at Emma, and then vomited. The bitter yellow fluid
spilled
out of her mouth and over the ten year olds flat chest.