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Angels Scream, Chapter 7
Alocer Loki 2002
Story Codes: M/gg, pedo, rape, tort
DISCLAIMER
This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
scenes of children, specifically little girls, in extreme sexual
situations.
These may include but are not limited to; rape, and sexual
torture, if
any of these subjects offends you, or if you are under 18 then
don't read
it.
Everything from here on in is purely fiction. I, the author, do not
condone any of the actions depicted.
If you got past that I am going to assume that, like me, you are a
sick fuck who gets off on the rape and torture of preteens. If not
then 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
Chapter 7
Amy lay still and silent; her sweet little head lay nestled in my lap
and the
little girl breathed small, shallow, and melodic breaths. Gently, I ran
my hand
down her bare body, feeling the small rough scars that now marred this,
once
perfect, infant.
Pulling back the corner of the curtain, I glanced down the road at Frank
pulling his dark haired daughter through the media circus that had
started to
mill outside. Missing children were always popular news. Although,
admittedly,
it made me very nervous to have Amy in my house but it was now too late
to get
cold feet.
The little girl shifted in such a way that her bottom poked out from
under the
covers. When she moved again, the five year old rolled and the stitches
in her
pussy could be seen. My cock stiffened instantly and I made a little
groan. My
lips curled into a smile, I took hold of the blanket, and pulled it back
over
her sweet body.
Amy's eyes opened a crack, the little girl stared up at me for several
moments
before tipping her head away and glancing around the room. When Amy
looked back
up at me, she opened her mouth and, in a quiet hoarse voice, said,
"Where is...
where is Sarah?"
It was touching, however I was pretty sure that she was really wondering if
Frank was still around, Amy had indeed taken a severe disliking to that
man.
"Frank took her home baby," I said.
Amy relaxed visibly, she curled up against me, shifting more of her body
onto
my lap. I stoked my fingers through her hair. "Do you want a drink baby?" I
asked. "Something to eat?"
The sweet five year old looked up at me and smiled. "Yes please uncle
Ian," she
said softly.
Taking a firm hold of the little thing I stood up picking her up with
me. She
shivered as the blanket fell away exposing her abused and naked body to the
cold air. Holding Amy in one hand, I crouched down and grabbed the cover
off of
the sofa to wrap back around my little sex-toy.
I carried Amy into the kitchen and sat her on a stool at the breakfast
bar. She
winced as her bottom pressed against the wood but, somehow, managed to sit
still. "You look very sexy," I told her.
Amy blinked her big blue eyes and then glanced out around the room
looking for
the promised food.
I shook my head, this little toy had been through so much abuse these
last few
days it was a wonder she was still aware at all. With a sigh, I took a
glass
from the cupboard and filled it with water. The moment I placed it onto the
table, Amy grabbed it and gulped down the liquid. Every move and every
action
Amy made was just so sexy. I was having a hard time not thinking about
it; I
just wanted to fuck the child again.
Forcing my mind onto other things, I prepared us both a light tea. Amy
nibbled
on her food. It was almost as if she was afraid that finishing it would
result
in more hurt. Unfortunately for her, that was just about right. I have
no idea
how or why but I was just helpless against this baby girls sexuality. It
occurred to me suddenly that I was deeply in love with her... I had totally
fallen for this little sex-goddess I adored her and now, more than ever, I
needed to hear her scream, I needed to milk every ounce of torment from
this
five year old fuck-toy.
As much as I wanted to see her, and hear her, screaming and crying; I was
patient enough to let her finish her food. I sat opposite the child,
gawping
while she took dainty bites from her food. My heart raced, threatening
to tear
it self from my chest, my cock was so hard. I'd fucked so much these
last few
days that I was beginning to get sore but, still, it urged me to fuck her.
After all, she was my little girl, I could fuck her now or at any other
time I
felt like it. I wanted her now.
I stood up out of my chair and rounded it until I was in front of Amy.
Without
the slightest pleasantry I shoved my cock into her face. The child's
natural
instinct was to repel but, after looking up at me, she changed her mind
and
took hold of my fat manhood in her tiny hands. "Do you want me to suck
it?" she
asked.
I slapped Amy across the cheek; the child yelped go of me. She looked
desperate, like she didn't know what to do, or what she had done. I
didn't give
her any time to complete either thought, I grabbed her hair and pulled
her up.
My face pressed against hers and my tongue pushed into her open mouth. Amy
gasped as I gave the sexy preteen bitch a long, slow, and wet kiss.
The poor child was very confused, tears dripped down her cheeks and she
remained opened eyed throughout. I took great enjoyment of caressing her
tongue
with my own, while my hands moved down her sweet little body. She was
such a
tiny little thing, so delicate so sexy. I squeezed her buttocks with my
free
hand and then pushed a finger into the tight little hole.
Amy moaned into my mouth, more of a cry of pain than a moan. She tried
to pull
way but I held her head fast against mine. She wriggled against me, a
series of
yelps escaped her mouth but were muffled by my tongue. Frank and I had
torn the
baby girl open that night, and then sewn her back up using fishing wire
while
the little thing lay unconscious, as a result I was sure that any kind of
penetration was pure agony for my little sex toy.
I pushed my finger in deeper. Amy screwed up her eyes, tears poured down
her
sweet cheeks. I kept kissing her while I slowly pushed my digit in all
the way
to the knuckle and wriggled it around inside her. All I could think
about was
causing her more pain.
When I pulled my finger from her arse I also let go of Amy's head. The
child
fell back onto the stool. She sat very still staring at me for several
moments
before her face screwed up and the little thing started to cry. Her
whole body
quivered, it was such a sexy sight! I took my cock in my hand and
started to
wank furiously over the seductive five year old. I couldn't help it, the
tiny
little fuck toy was just irresistible. Although, it did occurred to me,
why the
fuck was I wanking when I had a fuck toy in front of me.
I smacked Amy hard across the the top of her head. The tiny child was
knocked
from the chair, her tiny body tumbled hard against the tile floor. She
cried
out with pain and shock and curled herself into the foetal position, I
pointed
at the seat. "Get back up there," I told her.
The flirtatious little cunt scrambled back onto the stool. Giving an
audible
scowl when her abused little arse pressed against the hard wood. She'd
lost her
blanket on the floor and was now naked for me. I pointed at my stiff cock.
"Suck," I spat.
"Why didn't you just say that first!" she shouted at me, tears streaming
down
her face. "I would have done it."
I slapped her cheek again and shoved my cock against her lips. With her
face
screwed up as it was she should have been ugly but, to me, she was more
beautiful than ever. Amy opened her sweet lips and took my stiff penis
inside.
She closed her mouth around it and sucked hard.
"Ahh," I gasped.
I grabbed hold of the little bitches blond hair and rammed my cock into the
back of her throat. The child's tiny hands pressed against my legs; she was
trying so hard to push her self off of the thick rod that filled her
throat. It
was just utterly cute! I fucked into her face hard and fast. Ramming my
hard
cock against the tiny opening of her throat. Amy choked, she screaming
when she
could but mostly she just made small gagging sounds and pushed at my
legs. As a
result, it was almost no time at all before I dragged my cock from her
mouth
and shot my load over her gorgeous face.
It struck across her lips and into her open mouth. Some stuck to her
nose and a
little dripped from her chin and onto her chest but most of it clung to her
lips. It was a beautiful sight. I just couldn't help myself. I pulled
her head
towards mine and kissed her, I smeared my spunk between our faces, I could
smell it and I could taste it. I could smell little girl, and I could taste
little girl. I had never known such an exhilarating cocktail.
I hugged the baby girl in tight against me, so that I could feel her
small warm
body pressed against mine as I sucked on her mouth. Amy's arms wrapped
around
my waist and she squeezed me; quite content to cry while I kissed her.
I stood up, picking the little doll up with me, and carried her up the
stairs
into my bedroom. I laid her down gently onto the bed and closed the
door. Amy
sat up and watched me. She was still shaking the poor thing. I smiled at
her.
"Get in," I told her. "Make it all warm for me."
Rather tentatively Amy climbed under the covers and sunk down until only
her
pretty little head stuck out. I'd planned on sleeping with the child
tonight
and had brought a set of the handcuffs up earlier. I took them now and
climbed
into the bed with the child. Fishing out one of her arms I pulled it out
from
under the duvet, snapped the cuffs around that one wrist and secured her
to the
bedpost.
Amy looked perplexed. I grinned and leant forwards to give her a little
kiss on
the tip of her nose, "So you don't get away," I told.
"I wouldn't," she said.
I ran my hand to her pussy and stroked on it gently. "I know baby," I
told her.
"But it also makes you look really cute and sexy."
Amy pressed her legs together. Although I couldn't see, I felt her do it. I
can't say that I blamed her for that reaction but it wasn't like she had a
choice whether or not I fucked her! I pulled on her free arm, dragging
the tiny
five year old onto my chest. As I clasped onto her buttock with my other
hand
the baby girl gave a cock twitching gasp of pain. "Ow," she moaned.
I pushed my finger between her closed legs running it up into her crack.
Laying
small kisses on her face I said, "Come on now honey, open up."
Amy's lower lip trembled and fresh tears flooded her eyes, they spilled out
down her cheeks as the infant parted her legs. I leaned into her and
kissed
her eyes, gently licking up her cute little tears. "Ahh baby," I said.
"What's
all this for?"
Amy sniffed and, in a tiny voice, said, "Y-you are going to fuck me."
I couldn't lie to my baby. "Yes honey, "I said. "I am."
"Don't," whined Amy. "Please let me suck you again, please don't put
your willy
in me again. I hurt there!"
I stroked my hand gently over her smooth little pussy. "Oh baby," I
said. "I
have to fuck you."
"No you don't."
I placed one of my fingers over her sweet lips, "Shhh," I sounded. "I
love you
honey, I love you so much... do you love me?"
Amy hesitated. She took a deep breath. "Yes," she whispered. "I love you
too...
I love you Uncle Ian."
My heart melted away and my cock stiffened up like an iron rod. "Kiss me
honey," I said.
I parted my lips a little and my sweet little girl shifted up me, she
poked her
small pink tongue out and slipped it into my mouth. I groaned and ran my
hands
down her tiny body cupping her buttocks and squeezing them.
Amy flinched as I kneaded the tortured area but the sweet baby kept
kissing me.
After a little while Amy broke off to catch her breath, she stared
directly at
me with her big baby blue eyes. "You see honey," I said. "When two
people love
each other they have to have sex."
"B-but I don't want to have sex," whimpered Amy.
A strand of her golden blond hair fell in front of her eyes, and I moved my
hand brush it away. "Sexy, do you want me to get mad with you?" I asked.
Amy froze up and shook her head.
I licked my tongue across her lips. "What is worse baby? Having sex with
me, or
making me mad?"
"Making you mad," squeaked Amy her small hand moved up to the lump on
her head.
The little girl lowered her head and shook. "I'm sorry," she blubbered.
I cupped the child's chin in my hand and lifted her head up so I could
see her
face. I brushed her hair out of th way. "Do you want sex now?"
Amy shrugged.
I raised an eye brow.
"Y-yes," she murmured. "I want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck me."
I kissed my sweet little thing again, snaking my tongue deep into her tiny
mouth. When I pulled away I ran my fingers across her cheek. "Thats my
girl," I
said softly.
I rolled over, taking Amy with me, until I lay on top of the five year
old fuck
toy. She groaned and strained to breath as I crushed her small body
under me.
"Please," she moaned.
I displaced some of my weight off of the tiny girl, although only because I
needed to in order to pull the small thing down into the bed to where my
cock
could get at her. As I nuzzled my stiff penis against the child's
damaged and
brutalised cunny, Amy gave a high-pitched yelp and I suddenly became
frightened
that one of the neighbours might hear.
After glancing about myself I pulled open the draw of the bedside
table, took
out a handkerchief and balled it up. "Open wide," I told her.
Sniffing back her tears, Amy opened her little mouth. This child was so
tiny
that even the hanky filled it up. Next, I leant over to the chair, which
sat
next to my bed and grabbed the belt from my dressing gown. Turning back
to the
hot little girl I had under me I used it to tie the gag in place.
Amy said mumbled something but I only got a few moans. I smiled; she
looked so
cute, her cheeks were puffed and a scrap of the white rag hung out of
her lips.
I kissed the child on the forehead and returned to rubbing my cock
against her
fat little cunt.
Amy's eyes tilted in testament to how much even this much contact was
hurting
her. Tears dripped from them again. She'd dehydrate herself if she
carried on
at this rate. That was the last thought to cross my mind before I
plunged into
her. There wasn't very much give to Amy's pussy and, almost instantly, I
felt
the stitches tear away. Amy's eyes expanded until it looked like they
might pop
out of her head. Little mewling sounds escaped the gag but try as she
might,
the child's desperate screams didn't get louder than that. "Oh fuck yes," I
groaned into her face, drawling saliva over it. I pulled my cock out few
inches
and I drove straight back in; smacking through the child's cervix and
into her
tiny, immature womb. Amy's hysterical screams tickled my very soul. My
loverly
angle had such a beautiful voice, even muffled, as it was, by the
handkerchief.
Amy, as always, was a great fuck and soon I was pumping my cum deep into
her
little belly. Finishing up I rolled off and slipped out of my little
girl. She
was crying and staring into space. I'd probably caused damage this time.
Her
little cunt should have been left alone but I couldn't help myself. I
wrapped
my arms around the little doll and rolled onto my back, lifting her up
and onto
my chest. Her small head buried into my shoulder and I could hear her soft
sobs.
I closed my eyes and sighed. The sexy sounds Amy was making soothed me; the
noise that a crying girl makes has a rather hypnotic affect. I drifted
off to
sleep at that most beautiful of sounds.
I lay there halfway between slumber and the wakening world. Oddly at
rest but
somehow aware. Aware of Amy's warm breath whistling though her nose into my
ear, ticking me, I was also aware of her heart thumping away in her
chest, it
resounded through me. It was all so sexy. My carnal instinct kicked in
before I
did and a thought ran across my mind. I could be listening to her scream.
My eyes opened. My cock was stood stiff resting against Amy's legs. My
little
girl's head pressed against mine, I could just see where the gag bulged her
cheeks from he corner of my eye. It was a wonder she'd not choked herself
during the night. Gently as I could, I slipped the child off of me. She
stirred
but didn't wake. That was good, I wanted this to be a surprise to her. I
climbed out of bed and pulled the covers off of her small naked body. Blood
stained most of the bed but it wasn't as bad as I had feared. Her pussy
seemed
to have faired rather well during the night. Although I promised myself
that I
would leave off of fucking her cunt or arse for the day ahead. Her mouth
was
plenty good enough. Besides there were plenty of other ways to abuse
this baby.
She shivered but stayed laying quite still on her back, her legs
slightly apart
showing me her torn little pussy. I stroked on my cock whilst admiring her
small abused form. It is hard to believe how a burnt and beaten child
can be
suck a turn on. My mind prodded me, again flashing the thought which had
woken
me up.
As carefully as I could I pulled Amy's free hand out and cuffed it the
other
bed post, then wrapped a rope around her left ankle and tied it off to
the foot
of the bed. I was tempted to tie the other one as well; the one thing I
didn't
want was for her to roll over but I feared that doing so might wake her.
I went
over to where the computer was set up on the desk and pulled the power cord
from the back of the monitor. I'd never realised it was so long, about six
foot. Not that I minded. I folded the cord in half and approached my
baby girl.
She was so tranquil like that, fast asleep and barely moving. So
peaceful and,
despite her many scars, she looked innocent. I grinned and raised my
hand over
my head and then, with as much force as I could put behind it, I brought
the
power cord down across the battered and abused mound of this five year olds
pussy.
Amy's eyes snapped open and she shrieked into the gag; struggling, she
started
to thrash her baby body about. I hit her again across her pussy. Oh it
was so
beautiful, I spent what must have been minutes concentrating my blows on
that
small area, covering the tops of her thighs, her vulva, and her lower belly
with long red welts. Blood seeped from many of them. It was gorgeous and
I was
nowhere near finished. I started to inch up her small body. Striking the
electrical cord across her flat belly, leaving long red and raised
stripes in
my wake. Tears flooded down Amy's cheeks and she squirmed and she
thrashed. Her
one free leg kicked round and she screamed into the gag; her begging eyes
glared at me.
I paused on her chest for a few moments, trying to bash both of her pretty
burnt little nipples, only once I'd given each of them several blows did
I move
up further. I sneered and then lashed out at her face. One blow after
another,
I smashed in her button nose and blood poured out, I cut her cheek, I was
trying to keep away from her eyes. I stopped when I noticed that the blood
coming from her nose was causing her trouble with breathing. I didn't
want to
kill her just yet. So I started to whip her legs instead.
I put the cord down when I realised that Amy was no longer breathing. Her
little body was thrashing around and she was awake but she couldn't
breathe. I
watched her like that for several moments, the baby girl trying to force
air
through the blood that clogged her nose, "Oh baby," I sighed and knelt
down by
her to kiss her forehead.
I untied the gag from her mouth and pulled it out. I let Amy take a single
gasping breath before I clamped my hand on her mouth. The five year old
moaned
at me trying to pull her head away, I know she wanted more air. I
slapped her
face. "Look at me," I snapped.
Amy stopped struggling, she squirmed about and glared at me with puppy-dog
eyes. "No screaming," I told her. "Okay."
Amy nodded.
I let go of her mouth and Amy gasped in more air and I untied her. She
hung her
head against her chest and panted breathlessly for several moment. She
snapped
her head up and glared at me. Her little hands curled into fists and she
hit at
my arm. "I hate you," she cried.
Then she burst into tears. I frowned and pulled her onto my lap. Despite
what I
had just done and her harsh words she had no qualms about cuddling into me.
"Shh," I whispered, stroking my hand across her back.. "Its all over now,"
Amy kept a tight grip on me, her face pressed into my neck and she
sobbed, her
whole body trembled. As much as I wanted to just keep hold of my sexy
little
thing, I still had my problematic erection to deal with. "Amy," I
whispered.
"Look at me doll."
My little darling did as she was told and looked up at me, the hate in her
eyes had been replaced with self pity and fear. It was all quite cute and I
couldn't help but kiss her again. When I looked back up I smiled at her. "I
want you to suck my cock now okay baby?"
The tiny five year old shrugged, and then nodded. "Yes," she said very
quietly.
Despite her agreement Amy didn't seem to want to move and clung to me for
several moments. When she did move, Amy slipped slowly off of my lap. As
she
glanced up at me I became sure I'd broken her pretty little nose,
although the
damage to her face was otherwise minimal. She took hold of my cock in both
hands and opened her sweet little mouth, leaning over she took the fat rod
inside.
I closed my eyes and groaned, enjoying the feeling of Amy's mouth on my
cock. I
stoked my hands through her hair but otherwise left the little slut
alone to do
her job. I relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over me and shot
my load
into the child's waiting mouth. Amy choked but swallowed it all, just
like the
good little whore that she was. Licking her lips, Amy looked back up at
me. I
leant down and placed my mouth right over them and pushed my tongue
inside her
mouth to give her a long slow kiss. After a small peck on the tip of her
broken
nose I stood up. "Come on honey," I said. "Lets get you cleaned up."
I picked up the small girl and she wrapped her legs around me so that I
could
feel her hot little pussy pressed against my belly. Amy was such an erotic
little girl. Squeezing her buttocks in my hands I carried her into the
bathroom.
Amy didn't want to be put in her cage, even after several slaps to her
face,
legs and arse she fought me tooth and claw. However I needed her out
from under
my feet during the day. I couldn't let her wonder the house. Even after
I had
bundled her into the tiny cage she begged me to promise her that I'd be
back
soon. I made no such promise and as I closed the door of her little room I
heard her screaming. Being locked in a tiny cage in a room, which was
totally
silent and pitch black, had to be torturous. It was hard not to feel
pity for
the poor little thing.
Still I had to lock her up, I needed her out of the way while I cleared
away
any trace of her. I stripped the sheets of my bed and shoved them down
in the
cellar, I would have liked nothing better than to have burned my
mattress but I
couldn't afford the attention that that might afford.
At about midmorning I got a knock on my door. A glance out of the window
told
me it was the police, again, my heart was in my throat as I went to
answer the
door but I reassured myself that had they truly thought I had Amy,
they'd be
using a ram to knock. So I answered it. I raised my eyebrow, not in the
least
bit surprised to see Carl; I smiled at my former classmate. "Can I help?" I
asked.
Carl took off his hat and wiped his forehead, "It's okay Ian, we were just
wondering if you'd seen Elaine? We know you two are friends."
"Elaine?" I asked. "I don't understand."
"She's missing," said Carl. "Since last night, Frank called us just
after he
got in and told us that she'd not come home."
"Abigale told us this morning that she'd seen her driving out of town," he
said. "We hoped that she was mistaken, you know how Abigale can get."
Abigale was a ninety something year old woman who lived on the very edge
of the
village. She was actually very nice, if a little senile. "Elaine's
missing?" I
asked. I couldn't believe it, I knew that she was under a lot of stress
with
her daughter missing and all, but she was not the type of person to go
without
telling anyone. Of course Carl also knew that.
"We were wondering if she told you anything?" said Carl. "I know you've not
exactly been on the best terms since the... since you broke up but from all
reports you two seemed to have made up. Damn you even made up with Frank
and I
thought the two of you would be at each others throats until you died."
I shook my head, I must have looked shocked, I was shocked. "I've not...
she
didn't say anything. She asked me to talk to Frank because..." I paused.
"Because he was beating her," added Carl.
I paused and nodded.
"Some people are talking," said Carl. "Just about the whole town knows that
Frank was hitting Elaine. They say... Its been suggested that Elaine
took Amy
to some friends or something as an excuse to get away from Frank."
I could have laughed, in fact I was barely able to suppress it. Elaine I
knew
she wouldn't do that, I knew the one thing she wanted was stability for
Amy,
that was why our breakup was so painful for her, and the same reason she
went
with Frank in the first place. She would have died before putting Amy
though
any kind of upheaval again; but that didn't answer why Elaine was
missing. I
knew that she certainly hadn't taken Amy; after all the kid was locked
up in my
cellar, why then had she gone missing? However I kind of liked the idea
that
the blame was shifting to her. "I haven't heard from her since yesterday
morning, I..." I stopped. I didn't know what else to say.
"That's okay," said Carl he paused. "You know I hope that she did make a
run
for it with Amy. I know Frank would never hurt a child..."
I had to hold my breath for that one.
"... but I've heard Elaine screaming... and crying... if she'd only
asked for
help... I... I'll see you later Ian."
I frowned, Carl had always been one to recoil at violence, that was why
he'd
chosen to become policeman, however he never could stick his nose into a
fight,
even now, even though just knowing about it tore the man apart. I wondered
briefly what he'd do if he knew what I was doing to Amy, or even Sarah.
He'd
probably throw up. "Later," I said.
Carl turned around and walked slowly down the drive and climbed back
into the
car. Without a word to each other the two policemen drove off down the
road. I
took a deep sigh and went back inside.
I had barely sat down when the doorbell went again. Swearing under by
breath, I
got up to answer it again. It was a pleasant surprise when Frank shoved
Sarah
though the door. I had been about to call him. As soon as the door was
closed I
opened my mouth ask him about Elaine but he spoke first. "Did you hear?" he
pipped in, and took a deep breath. "I've got an idea but I need you to
babysit."
Franks idea was bold, to say the least, but we were already chest deep
in shit
and wading in up to our necks didn't seem quite so unpleasant as it
might have
done. Admittedly I suffered from the same problem as Frank, in that this
was
too good to turn down. So I agreed to babysit for him, not that I needed
much
prompting, spending a few hours alone with Sarah was very appealing.
When her father left the eight year old brunette stood in the centre of my
living room looking around herself. She looked very nervous. I sat down
in my
chair and smiled at her. "How's your bum?" I asked.
Sarah shifted visibly, after having that huge dildo shoved up her arse
for so
long, I wasn't surprised as to her response. "It-it hurts sir," she
murmured.
I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, well I guess it would," I told her and tapped my
knee. "Come here."
Sarah swallowed hard, she looked around at the door, knowing that she
could run
away but also knowing what her father and I would do to her if she
dared. She
looked back around at me and shuffled forwards, climbing up onto my
lap. She
perched on me, resting her knees on the either side of my legs rather than
actually sitting down; probably to keep any pressure off of her abused
little
arse. I admired her for a few moments, the little thing was a little
more well
dressed than the day before, although I had dressed her then; so it was
hardly
a surprise.
She wore a pink sweatshirt which had 'Sarah' stitched onto the left
breast, and
wore a long black skirt. Her knees, clad in white tights, poked out.
Tiny pink
and white trainers fit snugly to the child's feet. She was quite adorable,
staring up at me with big green puppy-dog eyes. Running my hand over her
tights, I slipped it up her Sarah's skirt and onto her pert little
bottom. I
squeezed the soft flesh, causing the child to gasp in discomfort. I
eased my
hand inside her knickers and worked my finger into the crack until it
pressed
against her abused sphincter muscle. "Oh please don't," she begged moments
before I shoved my finger inside.
The child cried in pain. My finger slipped inside easier than it would have
done only the day before; the muscle hardly even pressed around my finger
anymore. I had to admit that it was something of a disappointment, I'd
have to
have a word or two to Frank about damaging his daughters holes. With a
sigh I
pulled my finger out of the eight year old getting a second gasp from the
child. Taking hold of Sarah's jumper I pulled it up exposing the little
yellow
teeshirt the child wore underneath. With all these layers of clothing it
almost
like she was daring me to see how much I really wanted to use her. I leant
forwards and pressed my lips up against hers and slotted my tongue into her
mouth.
Sarah gave a quiet groan and kissed me back. It was as plain as day how
much
this little girl loved to be kissed. I ran my hands up her belly and
onto her
chest, I felt the oversensitive nipples, little hard limps on her otherwise
flat chest. I took them both between my fingers and squeezed. Sarah
opened her
mouth wide and gasped, as she lent back I lent forwards into her keeping
our
mouths joined and our tongues together. When she turned her head away to
the
left I twisted on her nipples.
Sarah barked in pain, her pretty body twisted and her small hands
clasped over
mine. "Let go please," she begged.
My fingers tightened over her nipples and I twisted my the poor child's
nipples
even further around. Sarah gave a series of little cries. I gathered the
saliva
in my throat and spat it into the eight year olds face. Sarah screwed
her eyes
shut; tears poured down her cheeks. "I've got some work for you to do okay
babe?" I asked.
Sarah nodded franticly. "Yes sir," she whimpered.
I let go of the child's nipples. Sarah winced and grabbed hold of them
herself.
She stared at me, trembling and crying. I shifted forwards a little I
reached
into my pocket to take out two small screw clamps. "I was saving these for
Amy," I told her. "But I think you'd look quite cute in them."
Sarah squeezed her flat tits tighter and shook her head. I gave her a
little,
if rather hard, love tap across her cheek. "Lift up your top, show me your
nipples," I told her.
Swallowing hard, Sarah gave a whimper and ran her hands down to the
bottom of
her teeshirt. With a deep breath, the little girl lifted it up,
displaying her
battered young body until she had bared her pink little nipples. With a
smile I
leant forwards and took one into my mouth. I sucked on it hard running my
tongue over the little bud. Sarah moaned in a mixture of discomfort and
pleasure. Her small young body wriggled around on my lap and I felt her
nipple
seise up in my mouth. Just the way I wanted it. I took my mouth off of
it and
placed one last kiss on the small teat. I looked at Sarah's face; the
little
girl had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply.
I placed the clamp over her nipple and pulled the tender skin through
the evil
jaws. Sarah sniveled, her hands gripping tight to my shirt, the poor
child was
trebling. I quickly twirled the screw. The sharp teeth, which lined the
clap,
bit down into her nipple and Sarah screamed. I grabbed her head clasping my
hand over her mouth. "Shut it," I snapped.
Breathing hard and fast though her little nose, Sarah looked at me and
tried to
nod. When I let go of her head, the child glared at me. "Please stop," she
said.
The clamp hung from her chest, it crushed her small nipple, but not quite
enough for my tastes. When I touched it, Sarah jerked and gave a little
yelp. I
took the screw in my hand again and continued to tighten it. The eight
year old
clamped her teeth down onto her lip and, after a few moments, blood
trickled
down her chin.
Sarah's small body stayed very tense while I put the second clamp on
her. Blood
smeared across her chin and lips. She was a good girl, used, in sense of
the
word, to being abused in a violent way, she knew how to keep herself
quiet. I
found it quite sexy. Almost as sexy as the sight of the two small clamps
hanging from her chest. I sighed and took hold of the sexy eight year
olds head
in my hands, I pulled her into me and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her
saliva and warm blood smeared between our faces. Much to my surprise I
found
the taste to my liking. I ran my hand up her skirt and slipped it down the
front of her knickers. I worked my finger into her tight little crack.
Sarah
opened her legs further, oh I loved this little child whore.
"Pull you top down," I told her when I broke off the kiss.
Sarah gave a yelp of pain as her teeshirt and jumper brushed over the
clips.
"Please can I take them off?" she begged.
I grabbed hold of both of them through her clothes and Sarah howled.
"Don't ask
again," I spat at her. "Get up."
Very slowly the child pulled herself off of my lap and got to her feet
in front
of me. She stood shaking, her eyes pressed closed and she sobbed. "Take
down
the back of your knick-knicks," I told her. "Bend over I want to show
you what
happens if you a bad girl this afternoon."
Sarah's eyes snapped open. "No please," she cried. "I'll be good I promise."
"You've just been bad," I sneered at her. "Bend over and get your arse out."
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and leant over the arm of the chair. She
gasped
loudly when her nipples were pressed down and the clamps disturbed. She
pulled
up the back of her skirt and eased down her tights and knickers. Sarah
shook
visibly as she displayed her sexy and abused arse to me. I stood up and
took my
belt off. When I snapped it in my hand the child flinched. "Oh
pleeease," she
moaned into the cushion.
I ignored the child's pleas and started to whip at her arse as hard as I
could.
After the treatment that Frank and I had given her the day before, I
needed to
make sure that I hit her hard enough to get her attention. Sarah pressed
her
face harder into the chair and cried her sweet little eyes out. Her muffled
screams really got my cogs turning but I didn't want sex yet. I took
her hair
and pulled her to her feet. Upon grabbing her cheeks in one hand and
turned her
head towards the kitchen. "See that," I told her. "When its all clean
you can
take those clips off okay?"
Sarah nodded, her little hands went to grab her tights and knickers hanging
around her knees but slapped them away. "Stay like that," I told her. "It
makes you look like a cute little slut."
"Oh," murmured Sarah. "Yes sir."
I gave the child's arse one more squeeze, then watched her shuffle out
of the
room and into the kitchen. I heard the baby girl burst into tears as she
started to do her work. She continued to sob right up until the point
the plate
smashed against the tile floor.
She'd been out there for at least an hour, although it wasn't really
very messy
she was being slow and awkward. Although the clips on her nipples might
of had
something to do with it. When I heard the china breaking I grabbed my
belt and
went to investigate. The poor child was at door into the back garden trying
frantically to open it. "Please," she sobbed at the door. "Please."
I coughed. Sarah gasped and collapsed to the floor, her legs kicked out
frantically and the terrified child scrambled into the corner. She
didn't even
dare look at me. "Please," she cried. "It was an accident I'm sorry...
please!"
I doubled the belt over in my hand and snapped it.
Sarah flinched and curled up into a ball. "No I'm sorry it was an
accident,"
sobbed the little girl.
"Come here Sarah," I said.
"No!" cried the child. "It was an accident... no."
I took a deep breath. "Don't make me come over there you, you clumsy little
slut," I spat. "Get here now."
Sarah looked at me and then closed her eyes. The eight year old tart pushed
forwards onto her hands and knees and crawled slowly across the cold
kitchen
floor until she was knelt at my feet. Her big green eyes were swollen
and red
and she stared at me in a most sexy, and beseeching, manner. I snapped
my belt
again enjoying the way it made the child cower. "Stick your whore arse
in the
air bitch," I told her.
Sarah gave me one last pleading look before lowering her head and mumbling,
"Yes sir."
The eight year old shuffled around and lifted her skirt up to show me
her sexy
little bottom. She pressed her face into the tiles of the kitchen floor and
stuck her backside upwards, it quivered in anticipation of the beating.
"Not a
sound," I warned her.
Sarah moved her hand and bit into it, just below her thumb. I licked my
lips
and started to beat her again. Of course a beating for actually being
naughty
had to be much more severe than the one I'd given as a demonstration and I
whipped this child's sexy little arse until she couldn't take any more.
Sarah
collapsed in a heap, her face was purple from where she'd been holding her
breath, so desperate not to cry out. She now took in rapid breaths, her
whole
body shook visibly. I shifted the lump bulging in the front of my trousers.
"Come on sex kitten," I said to her. "We need to get Amy ready."
Sarah managed to pull herself up to her knees, she wiped at her face
with her
hands, smearing the tears across it. She really did have terrible case
of the
shakes. "P-p-please sir," she squeaked. "C-can I-I take these c-clips off?"
I crouched down in front of her. Without giving her the slightest warning I
grabbed hold of both the clips and pulled her up with me. "Ahhh-ahhh!"
cried
Sarah as she was pulled to her feet.
While she had her mouth wide open I spat into it, covering her tongue
with my
saliva. "No," I said. "You were a bad girl."
When I let go Sarah squealed and hugged herself. I stroked her face.
"Shh now,"
I said. "It'll be okay."
I brushed my hand into her dark hair and took a hold of it. I tugged it a
little and Sarah followed me. I led the weeping child down into the
cellar and
into Amy's little room. When I turned the light on Amy's eyes glanced at
me.
"Uncle Ian," she sobbed.
I crouched down by the tiny cage. The poor little five year old could
hardly
move an inch. It was a sexy predicament. "How's your nose?" I asked.
It was
red and swollen. I'd reset the bone whilst she was in the bath, I knew
it was
indeed broken. I pushed a finger through the bars of the cage against it.
Amy mewled in pain and her baby body jerked about in the confined space.
"Stop it!" cried Sarah.
I must admit the eight year olds reaction surprised me. I looked up at
her. "I
beg your pardon?" I asked.
"Stop being mean to Amy," the sexy child's voice didn't have quite as much
conviction in it this time.
I stood up and approached Sarah. The eight year old backed away from me
until
she rested against the wall. "Lift up your teeshirt," I told her.
Sarah knew she was in trouble and she also knew it wasn't really worth
making
it any worse on herself. So the schoolgirl grabbed onto her jumper and
teeshirt and pulled them up. She knew what I wanted to see were the two
clips
that hung from her nipples.
I flicked on each of them and Sarah shrieked in pain. "I want you to
stay like
that," I told her. "Okay?"
"Y-yes sir."
I left the room only momentarily to get a box of pins from one of the
bags in
the cellar. When I returned I was happy to see that Sarah had been a
good girl
and not moved. Still she needed to be taught a lesson. I walked back to her
keeping her pinned into the corner of the room. "Hands on your head," I
ordered.
Sarah did as she was told. Her baby body still shook desperately. "If you
manage to keep them there," I told her. "I'll only put five in each, if you
move them I'll make it ten is that clear."
Sarah nodded. "Yes sir."
I took a pin in my hand and jabbed it into her chest, just above the little
clamp on her left nipple. The little girl opened her mouth and yelled with
pain. She gripped onto her hair to force her hands to stay in the right
place.
I was rather proud of the sexy thing, she actually managed to stay still
through all ten pins. I'd plunged them in deep and only the coloured balls
were exposed above her skin. Tears streamed down the poor little sluts
face.
"Now Sarah," I said. "You should be a good little girl from now on okay?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes sir," she whispered.
"We are going to be spending lots of time together so you need to do
what you
are told and I won't hurt you so bad."
"Yes sir."
"Good girl," I stroked my hand through her hair. "Come now baby help me
get Amy
out so we can get her dressed."
Amy actually looked happy. It was a big change from this littles girl's
constant sniveling. She bounced on my lap. It was getting dark outside
and I
had chanced brining the children up to the living room. Sarah still had the
needles buried in her chest but I had taken the clips off for good work
helping
me with Amy.
Amy grinned and cuddled into me, the sexy child was now wore a small pink
outfit, trousers and a zip-up jacket with a cartoon character on the
breast. It
was soft to the touch and looked very sexy. She wore nothing underneath
which
was also quite erotic, just the knowledge that to get to her nipples all I
needed to do was unzip it. Sarah sat on the sofa to my left, she was still
shaking and was chewing on her own nails. I'd made her stop crying but she
wasn't having a good time with it.
When I heard the door from the garage open butterflies flooded into my
belly. I
licked my lips and breathed deeply. This was it. I heard her before I
saw her.
"Amy," she called.
The child's head shot up and around "Mummy!" she cried.
The door from the kitchen opened and Elaine stood there, tears flooded
from the
womans eyes. "Oh god Amy where have you been?" she cried.
Amy leaped from my lap and ran for her mother. Just then, Franks big form
filled the door behind Elaine and the child hesitated. She turned
around and
ran back to me. "No!" she cried.
Elaine looked hurt and confused.
"Don't worry," I said. "She just loves me; don't you babe?"
"Yes uncle Ian," murmured Amy.
Elaine was struck silent. When she finally spoke she sounded on the
brink of
breaking down. "Ian what is going on here?" She asked.
"I'm afraid," Frank said. "Ian and I have a problem."
Elaine turned around to face her husband and the man hit her. His fist
stuck
the woman directly in the stomach and she collapsed onto the floor.
Franks large work boot came down and presses against Elaine's throat,
stopping
her from catching her breath and, more importantly, stopping her from
screaming. "Mummy," sobbed Amy.
I placed my hand on the five year olds bottom and shushed her. "Hey baby
that's
enough be a good girl." The child buried her face in my shoulder,
preferring to
hide away than watch her mother being hurt.
I stood picking the five year old up with me and crouched down next to
Elaine,
my hands were kneading Amy's buttocks and Elaine's eyes were locked on
them.
"I'm sorry Elaine," I said. "But I've had Amy all along."
The woman tried to say something but Frank pressed his foot down more to
cut it
off before she made a sound. "I love you so much Elaine, I always have," I
continued. "Frank loves you just as much; of course he has you already
but we
share everything now. I've given him Amy, he's given me his daughter. We
both
want you to."
I stood up and turned around. "Ian wha..." I heard Elaine croak.
"Oh baby," Frank laughed. "You really know how to choose um. Not just two
paedophiles in your life but two real bastards."
I slipped my hand down Amy's trousers feeling her smooth skin against my
hand.
"I'm sorry Elaine, we obviously can't keep you," I said. Amy squeezed
her arms
tight around my neck. "I'm afraid baby, we're going to have to kill you."