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Slut on the Bus 1 (M/g pedo humiliation anal rape tort)
by Alocer Loki 2001
WARNING!!!
NASTY STORY IF YOU DO NOT GET OFF ON THE RAPE AND TORTURE OF
PRETEENS DO NOT FUCKING WELL READ ON.
DISCLAIMER
THIS STORY !DOES! CONTAIN SOME QUITE GRAPHICAL
DIPICTIONS OF THE RAPE, AND TORTURE, OF AN ELEVEN
YEAR OLD GIRL. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF SICK
FUCKING SHIT DON'T READ IT. I'LL NOT TAKE ANY
RESPONSIBILITY TO YOU BEING OFFENDED BY THE
CONTENT. THIS IS WRITTEN FOR A SPECIFIC AUDIENCE.
ALL EVENTS DEPICTED HERIN ARE PURELY FICTION AND
I AS THE AUTHOR DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTION
DEPICTED.
Now having got past that I am just going to assume
that like me you are a Sick Fuck whome gets off on
the rape, and torture of preteen girls if not why
are you still reading? Why? get lost. lol
The story codes are M/g, rape, torture, sadism humiliation
pedo, scat, ws, snuff and necro
For this part M/g pedo, anal rape, torture, sadism humiliation
If you want to contact me, the author, I can be contacted
directly via
Alocer_Loki@yahoo.com
All comments are welolmed though any flames will be ignored.
Thank you and enjoy the story.
Alocer Loki
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LAST WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Slut on the Bus part 1
By Alocer Loki 2001
Authors Note: Just a thank you to my good friend and fellow author John Kirk
for
his time and effort spent editing this story
The bus was full to capacity, and still filling. I had been watching the
little slut for more than two stops but she had been just that, eye-candy.
Now,
as they filed in one after another, the little girl backed into me.
God, she was beautiful. No more than four foot eight, with long curly black
hair that cascaded down over the black blazer of her school uniform. She
looked
Spanish with her dark hair and olive skin. Latino, as they say. Her slim
body
pressed back against my arm. She was very thin, like an insect. And young
as
well. I couldn't decide whether she was eleven or twelve, but I knew she
had to
be either one or the other. Just one more step, and she took it, backing
her
fat little bum onto my waiting hand. Her bag hung open a little and I could
see
her schoolbooks inside. Her name was written in tiny neat letters across
the
front of a crisp orange book. Marie Enrikai. I guessed maybe she was Spanish.
Or at least her family was.
She didn't seem to notice that her gorgeous squidgie fat bum was nestled
nicely
in my hand. She was a shy girl, I could tell. The way she held herself
gave it
away, the way she glanced at all of the faces around her. The way she tried
to
hide in the crowd. I moved my hand to get a better grip on her bottom and
she
shifted with me, though she still didn't seem to notice. As the bus lurched
into motion, I squeezed those fat cheeks. I still don't think she realised
that
the fat man next to her was molesting her. Even if she did, the bus was
now so
crowded she'd be unable to locate where it was coming from.
As the bus rolled on, my hands got more adventurous, pressing and squeezing
her
backside and slipping between her legs. I wished she'd been wearing a skirt
rather than trousers but I wasn't complaining.
With me going strong, it took her only a second to realise what was happening.
She glanced about, looking directly at me for only a moment. I gave her
a smile
then looked away. Her eyes went elsewhere to find her assailant. Any sensible
kid would be screaming by now. Little sluts like Marie Enrikai are a pervert's
dream. They are too shy to make a spectacle of themselves. Even when they
should.
She was, however, smart enough to press her legs tightly together. Or should
I
say stupid enough? What did this little collection of fuck holes think she
was
doing? I gave her bum a pinch and she moaned and whimpered as I almost roughly
molested her backside. She squirmed as I squeezed and pressed her arse.
Still, she failed to realise who was doing it to her.
The bus stopped, and the girl decided to make a quick exit. Oh no she fucking
well was not going to escape from me. I followed. I was quite tempted to
just
rape her and be done with it but, I find that a little patient planning never
goes astray. In any case, this was a residential area and chances are that,
as
blind as people can be, I'd be seen.
Besides, I wanted a little more fun with her than that. So I followed her.
I
kept my distance and watched her run ahead a little then stop to sink down
next
to a wall. I think she was crying. While she was busy sobbing her eyes
out I
went into the corner shop to buy a newspaper, a pint of milk, a loaf of bread
and a bar of chocolate. With my purchases in a bag, I headed off towards
the
girl. As I approached, her sobs could be heard. There is something about
a
crying child. It is so nice. Especially when you are the reason she is crying.
I have always prided myself on my acting skills. Although probably not expert
enough for the trained eye, I can always convince a child that I am a nice
person. I put on a concerned look and stopped. "Are you okay?" I asked.
She looked up at me for a long while, before she said, in a small voice,
"You
were on the bus?"
I nodded, "Yep right next to you," I said. "What's the matter?"
"Somebody was...touching me," she whispered.
I frowned. "Oh god," I said, "where? I mean, where was it?"
The little girl shrank down even smaller. "He was touching my bum."
"Who?" I asked.
The little girl shook her head. "I don't know," she sobbed. "I couldn't
see."
"Oh dear," I said. "Okay, up you get. I'm walking you home."
"But," said the girl, "it's a long way. I got off as quick as I could.
Your
shopping."
I shook my head. "I'm not worried about my shopping, love. I'm worried
about
you."
Little Marie nodded and got to her feet. I smiled and said, "You'll have
to
lead the way."
The girl nodded and started walking. I kept to her side and held out the
chocolate bar. "You want it?" I asked.
She looked at me. "It's yours. I can't," she said.
I laughed and kept it out. "Take it, love. I'm fat enough as it is."
The kid laughed and took the chocolate bar. "If you put it like that..."
she
said.
I laughed.
It was indeed quite a way to her house. We walked constantly for almost
thirty
minutes. The little girl didn't seem very talkative and was content to chew
on
the chocolate for most of the walk. She seemed to cheer up a little, though,
as
we came closer. Enough so that she took my hand, when she'd finished the
chocolate bar, and cuddled into my arm. "You're funny I like you," she said.
I laughed. "...I wasn't joking...we really did have underpants on our heads..."
I said, "...apart from Luke...he had a pair of knickers but then he's a bit
funny like that."
Marie set off on a fit of giggles and squeezed my hand tighter. What a stupid
child. "Thank you," she said.
"Don't mention it, love," I said. "I just wish I could help you find that
fuck
who was touching you."
Marie gave me a sweet smile. "Thank you," she said again. "Here's my house.
I'd better go. I'm late."
I smiled at the girl. "Off you go," I told her.
"Come here," said Marie.
I leant down closer to her. She went on tiptoe and landed a small kiss on
my
cheek, then turned and ran for her house. I watched her go, that fat bottom
of
hers wobbling in her trousers. I pressed my hand down against the bulge
in my
jeans. This was going to be too easy. I took a pen from my pocket and jotted
her address onto the back of my hand.
I scoped the child out for a week. On the Monday I checked what the end
of her
school day was. On the Tuesday I happened to be walking past when the kids
came
running out. I called to Marie when she crossed my view. She seemed astonished
that I was there. A little suspicious maybe, but a few lies soon sorted
that
out. I sat with her on the bus and, after a few more funny anecdotes, she
started to relax and to speak freely.
On the Wednesday I waited for her. Thursday she waited for me. Friday I
made
my move.
She was sat on the wall outside the school when I past and jumped off in
front
of me. I smiled. 'Stupid whore,' I thought. "We've missed the bus haven't
we?"
I asked.
Marie nodded.
"Ah well, not to mind, huh? We'll walk."
Marie smiled and nodded again. She was wearing a pretty crisp black skirt
that
day, probably in response to the unseasonable warm sunshine.
"You look pretty," I told her.
Marie blushed. "Thanks," she said. "You look good too."
"You lie," I told her.
The child giggled, but didn't deny it.
"Do you want to come back to my place for a bit?" I asked. "I'm starving.
I'll
call you a taxi from there, if you like. I'll pay for it."
The girl smiled and took a deep breath. She obviously wanted to trust me,
even
if she didn't. She wanted to make me believe she trusted me. "Okay," she
said.
"For a bit."
I nodded. "Good," I said. "I've got a computer and at least a hundred games
if
you like to play them."
"Wow," she said. "We haven't got a computer. They have some in school but
none
with games."
I smiled. I knew that anyway. "Done. This way then."
Like always, I did most of the talking. She held my hand and stayed close
to my
side. If only this girl knew what she was doing. I led her to the place
I had
rented for this purpose. It was out of the way. A little run down but it
had a
cellar, and it was cheap. I'd paid three months up front without so much
as
seeing the guy I was renting it from. Thank god for the internet.
I opened the door and led the girl in. I had spent the week tidying it up.
It
looked lived in and kind of messy. She was very quiet as she went into the
living room and sat down on the sofa. I followed her in, turned on the TV,
and
flicked it over to some cartoon. "This is for my benefit, by the way," I
said.
"I've been watching this bloody thing since it started." I slumped down
next to
her and threw my arm around her shoulder.
Marie giggled. "Your stupid," she said.
I laughed. "Yeah I know," I said. "You want to know something else?"
"Okay," said the girl.
"It was me touching your bum on the bus," I said.
The girl's body went stiff like a rock. I laughed. "What's wrong honey?"
I
asked.
Marie just whimpered and tried to stand up. I squeezed her shoulder, forcing
her back onto the sofa. "I'll not have any of that, honey," I said. "I
love
you, honey."
She looked at me. "Then let me go," she moaned.
"Don't you love me as well?" I asked.
Tears started to form in the child's eyes.
"Am I scaring you?" I asked.
The little girl nodded.
I smiled, "Why? Haven't I always been nice to you?"
Marie nodded again.
"Do you love me as well?" I asked.
Marie nodded.
"Say it," I told her.
"I love you John," she whispered.
My smile grew wider. "Kiss me," I told her.
Marie let out a little moan but leant towards me and gave me a closed-lipped
kiss on my mouth. I frowned at her. "That isn't a kiss," I told her. "I
want
a proper kiss. I want to stick my tongue in your mouth and I want you to
stick
your tongue in my mouth."
The little girl let out a sob.
"Do it!" I demanded.
The child leant forwards, put her lips to my mouth and pushed her gorgeous
tongue inside. This child was agreeably submissive. That I like in my toys.
It is so much easier when sluts do as they are told. I pushed my own tongue
into her mouth and let her suck on it. I used my hand to hold her head in
place
for several minutes. After I had had enough, I let her go. Marie took her
mouth away and stared at me. Tears were streaming down her face.
I put my hand on her leg. "You are beautiful," I told her, moving my hand
up
her bare thigh. "I didn't tell you to stop kissing me."
Her eyes were locked on my face, but she didn't make any move to apologise.
I
spat in her face. "I said I didn't tell you to stop kissing me," I said
louder.
Her eyes snapped closed as my saliva struck her beautiful face and she started
to tremble. Obviously she didn't know what was expected of her. Didn't
know
what wasn't good enough.
I swung my hand and stuck her across the face. Marie screamed, and fell
backwards, her eyes opening in surprise. I pulled on her arm to bring her
back
to me. "I want you to say you're sorry."
"Sorry," gasped the crying pubescent girl.
"Say it properly."
"What?" moaned Marie.
I slapped the whore again. Keeping hold of her arm to make sure she stayed
upright. She cried out in pain. "Say that your dirty slut is sorry Sir."
"Y-your dirty slut is sorry Sir," mumbled Marie.
"That's better," I said.
I put my hand back onto her leg and let it drift up inside her skirt. The
ridged schoolgirl did nothing to resist as I moved it over her knickers,
getting
a feel of her cunt. "You know if you'd only let me do this the first day,
you
wouldn't be here now," I said. "All I wanted to do was feel your cunt."
"Oh please John stop," she moaned.
I slapped her again with my free hand. The girl let out another scream,
but
again stopped to cry her eyes out. Her own hand came up to rub her sore
cheek.
"You are not allowed to call me by my name, cunt," I snarled at her. "That
is
only for people. YOU are a collection of fuck holes, nothing more. YOU will
call me SIR. Is that clear, cunt?"
"Y-yes Sir," sobbed Marie.
I rubbed hard into her cunt and the eleven-year-old moaned loudly with shame.
"So what are you cunt?"
"I-I am..." the child stopped and burst into a new shower of tears.
My grin grew even further across my face. "What are you?" I asked again.
"I am a c-c..." she trailed off in a mass of sobs. I slapped her again
and she
cried out in fear and pain.
"I'll not ask again, cunt. What are you?" I demanded.
"I-I'm a c-c-collection of f-fuck holes Sir," the child moaned.
"That's good slut," I said. "Don't forget that. All you are any use for
is for
me to fuck. Nothing else."
I rubbed harder and the child moaned even louder. "What's wrong fuck whore.
Does this feel good?"
The little girl just whimpered. I let my hand leave her crotch and moved
it up
to couch her spit covered face. I started to scrape my saliva across her
cheeks. "Open that pretty little fuck hole of yours" I told her.
Marie moaned.
"Open your fucking mouth!" I shouted.
The child's mouth snapped open and I laughed. "You've really got to learn
to do
as you are told first time, slut," I said.
I started to scrape the spit and tears from her face and deposit the fluids
into
her cute little mouth. Each time I scraped it off on her teeth, the little
cunt
whined. Once I got it all off and into her mouth, I said, "Okay swallow,
slut."
Marie did as she was told, swallowing the mixture of spit and tears. "Please
stop it," she moaned.
I slapped her again. "You forgot to say 'Sir'," I snarled.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried.
I smacked her yet again with the back of my hand. This time, the blow split
her
lip and a trickle of blood dripped from her mouth. "SAY 'SIR'!" I shouted
at
her.
"Why are you doing this Sir?" she screamed.
I smiled. "There, that's better," I said. "Easy, isn't it? I'm doing it
because I love you honey. Now that's sorted out, let's go downstairs, shall
we?"
"No," moaned Marie.
I glared at her and the preteen girl's eyes widened with fear. I clenched
my
fist and hit her in the stomach. The girl crumpled up on the sofa. Her
head
fell against my shoulder as she sucked in air. "If you EVER tell me no again,
I
will fucking kill you. Is that clear, slut? IS IT?"
"Yes..." gasped Marie.
I grabbed her hair and pulled back her head, getting a loud cry from the
child.
"YES WHAT?" I shouted at her.
"Yes Sir," she cried.
I let go and smiled at her. "Okay, up you get," I said.
The crying child slowly got to her feet. Her hand stayed pressed against
her
stomach. "I'm not feeling well, Sir," she moaned.
"That'll teach you not to be a bad girl," I said.
"Sorry Sir," moaned Marie.
I grinned. "Now your getting the hang of it. Come on now into the cellar."
I put my hand on Marie's shoulder and guided the pubescent bitch towards
the
cellar. I opened the door, pushed her inside, and switched the light on.
I
closed the door behind me and turned to my little slave. "I tell you what."
I
said. "If you can open this door, I'll let you go."
Marie's hands went to the doorknob like it was a magnet. The door opened
and
the girl cried with delight. I laughed and pushed it closed again. "Ha
ha...just kidding," I told her and locked it.
"But you said..." she started.
"I know that," I said. "I was taking the piss. Now, downstairs."
The little girl moaned again but turned and walked down the stairs in front
of
me. I followed her down and took a seat on the armchair I'd carried down
there
for this purpose. Little Marie stood in front of me. Her lip was swollen
and
blood stained her chin and shirt. She was still crying. The tears fell
from
her eyes, streaking down her cheeks.
I had never seen a more beautiful girl. I smiled at her, "Lift up your
skirt,
honey. I want to see your knickers."
"Please Sir, don't," cried the child.
"You know I meant what I said when I told you I'd kill you if you said 'no'
again," I told her. "I've kidnapped you and I'm going to rape you. Don't
think
I won't kill you as well. Is that a 'no'?"
A whining noise sounded from the back of the girl's throat, and her hands
took
hold of the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up, showing me the front of
a
pretty pair of pink knickers. My cock pressed so hard against my jeans,
I
couldn't contain it any longer. I unzipped them and pulled it out, exposing
it
to the child for the first time. Marie's eyes fixed on the stiff shaft as
I
started to rub it up and down with my hand. "You look like you've never
seen a
cock before, cunt," I laughed.
"I haven't Sir," whispered Marie. "Only drawings in school. Never a real
one."
I laughed. "That's good, slut," I said. "Now, honey, I want you to do a
striptease. Do you know what that is?"
"I-I think so Sir," whispered the girl.
"So what is it?" I asked.
"I-I have to dance, Sir, a-and take m-my clothes off while I'm d-doing it,
Sir,"
she said.
"All of your clothes," I told her. "That means your pretty knicknicks as
well,
okay?"
"Y-yes sir," sobbed Marie.
"Well get on with it, slut," I said. "And don't you dare try and cover yourself
up. If you don't do it properly, I will beat your arse with a stick. Okay?"
Marie made a loud moan and nodded. "Yes sir," she said.
"Well?" I said impatiently.
The little girl started to move about, dancing. Well, kind of. Her body
moved
with no apparent rhythm, rocking from side to side. She was bright red from
shame. Slowly she pulled at her blazer, pulling it from her body. She held
onto it for a second before dropping it on the floor. "You'll need to dance
better than that if you don't want your arse beaten to a pulp," I warned
her.
Her body started to move more, her feet shuffling around as she went into
a kind
of disco dance. The type of dance performed by a loner when they've been
stood
up in the school disco. She started on her blouse next. Her fingers fondled
with the buttons as she tried to keep herself moving and undressing at the
same
time.
I lent back and started to stroke harder on my cock. She was pretty good
at it,
I had to admit. Though that wasn't enough to stop her getting the beating.
Fuck, a professional stripper couldn't have impressed me enough.
Slowly but surely her blouse came undone. The child took a while to pull
it
off. She didn't wear anything underneath. Her chest was nearly flat with
just
tiny, puffy nipples, not even worth a training bra. Slowly, she stripped
off
the blouse, leaving her chest bare to me. My hand started to work faster
and
harder.
Next, the child kicked off her shoes. They had no laces any way and came
off
with a good few scrapes and kicks. Her socks were rolled down her heels.
I had
seen many young things wear socks like this. I guess it was a fashion.
They
came off in much the same way her shoes did. Standing bare foot and topless,
the girl picked up her dancing again. "Turn around a few times, slowly,"
I told
her.
The little girl did as she was told, turning around to show me her back.
Lovely. Perfect for the whip. "Run your hands over your skin, cunt."
With another bout of shamed sobs, the girl started to rub her hands over
her
skin. She was rather seductive about it. I wouldn't last much longer at
this
rate. "Your skirt now and stay like you are, with your back to me."
With her bare back to me, and still dancing just as poorly, the child reached
behind and unbuttoned the skirt. As the button came away, it dropped to
her
feet, and the little girl was left dancing in nothing more than her tiny
pink
knickers. I could feel myself coming close to cumming. I slowed my hand.
I
needed to or I'd cum on the floor. I didn't want to do that. I wanted her
to
take it in her mouth. "Your pretty knickers now, doll," I said.
The child shook with fear but took hold of the waistband of her underwear
and
pulled them down, straight off. Revealing her beautiful arse, and God was
it
beautiful. I liked my lips as I watched her prance about, seeing the fat
globes
of flesh dance with her. "Turn around."
With a long tearful moan, the child turned around, still shaking her body
to the
non-existent music. Her cunt was a gem. A very few black wisps of hair
adorned
the tiny tight crack of the eleven-year-old girl. "You can stop dancing,"
I
said.
"Thank you Sir," gasped Marie. She stopped still and took several seconds
to
catch her breath.
"Kneel down in front of me," I said.
"Oh please...yes Sir," the child moaned and got to her knees two feet in
front
of my chair.
I stood up in front of her and, smiling, I pushed my cock into her face.
"Do
you know what cum is?" I asked her.
The child shrugged.
"Do you or not?"
"Kind of," she said. "Not really. It's white."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay. I take that as a no. It's sperm. The stuff that
makes babies. Yes?"
"I know that, Sir, yes," she said.
"But you've never seen it. Only heard friends talk about it?"
Marie nodded.
"Not to worry you are going to see it real close up now," I laughed. "I
want
you to open your mouth."
The child did as she had been told and opened her mouth as wide as she could
manage. I started to pump hard on my cock. "This is how I wank," I told
her.
"You should take note because this is the last time I'm going to show you.
Next
time you will need to do it yourself. Although you will also have to use
other
parts of your body as well as your hands."
The little girl moaned.
I grunted and my cock jerked in my hand. Thrusting forwards, I started
to
spray her face with my cum. I squirted some into her mouth but the majority
of
the thick white goo was spread across her face. "Keep still," I warned her.
"Swallow what's in your mouth."
Marie closed her mouth and swallowed the cum on her tongue. "That's horrible,"
she groaned.
I leered at her. "I want you to use your fingers to scrape the rest from
your
face into your mouth."
"Oh Sir, do I have to?" moaned Marie.
"Don't you fucking well question me one more time, slut, " I said "This
is your
last warning whore. Next time you're dead, is that clear?"
"Oh, y-yes Sir," said Marie. "Sorry Sir."
"That's better," I said. "Now start scraping."
I smiled as I watched the eleven-year-old girl scoop the spunk from her face
and
suck it from her fingers. I left her to it and went to sort out my toys.
I
would fuck all three of her holes before I killed her. But I had cum now
for a
reason. "Tastes nice doesn't it?" I asked.
"No," moaned Marie. "It's horrible."
I laughed. "That won't be the worst thing you're made to eat let me assure
you," I said. "Now go to that box over there. There are some clamps I want
you
to bring me. They look like two flat pieces of metal held together by nuts."
Marie looked in the direction I was pointing, got to her feet and walked
to the
box. When she opened it, she paused and then turned to stare at me. The
box was
full of toys. I probably wouldn't get to use most of them but the whips,
clamps, dildos, and various other sex toys, must look quite daunting for
an
eleven year old virgin. "Hurry up, slut, and while you're there bring me
the
cat. That's the whip that looks like lots in one. It has nine tails."
The pubescent girl reached into the box and lifted out the cat-o-nine tails.
"Is this it Sir?" she asked.
"Does it have metal studs on it?"
"Y-yes Sir," she said.
"Then that's it. And the clamps, cunt."
The little girl reached into the box and took out the pair of nipple clamps.
She looked at them trying to decide why there were small holes drilled through
the flat surfaces of the two iron plates that made up the clamps. She brought
them to me. I held out my hands and the child placed the whip in one and
the
clamps in the other. I smiled at her. "Now if you keep on like this," I
said,
"keep being a good girl, then I won't have to use this on you." I held up
the
whip for her.
"Y-yes Sir," said Marie.
"First, I need to give you a demonstration of how much it hurts to disobey
me,"
I said. "Turn around. I am going to give you four."
"B-but Sir," moaned Marie.
"This is why I need to give you a demonstration," I spat. "So you won't
fucking
well question me. TURN AROUND."
The child quickly shuffled around until she had her back to me. I moved
behind
her, lifted her hair and hung it over her shoulder. The smooth contours
of her
sweat- soaked back greeted me. Her fat bum was begging for the whip. She
deserved it. She needed it. "I want you to stay as still as you can," I
said.
"I know you will have to move when I hit you, but I want you back like you
are
in three seconds. No more, okay?"
"Y-yes Sir," whispered the child.
"If you aren't, that one doesn't count."
"Yes Sir."
I stroked the whip over her smooth flesh trying to decide whether I should
give
the first one to her back or her arse. It was her first taste of the whip.
I
decided I would do her bum for the first one. I pulled back my arm and watched
her body tense, knowing it was going to hurt but not knowing what to expect.
"Bend forwards a little."
The little girl leant over just a little, poking out her fat bum for me.
With
as much effort as I could put into my arm, I swung the whip. I don't believe
in
holding back especially when I have the chance to hurt a gorgeous little
child.
It wouldn't be worth the risk if I was going to hold back. The tails landed
against her arse with a snap. It took a moment but only a moment, then the
child screamed. Her arms came from in front of her to hug her bum, and she
stumbled forwards.
She started to cry, sobbing loudly. "Three honey," I laughed. "You've run
out
of time. I've got to do that one again."
"Oh please...no please..." begged the child.
"You see now why you have to do what you are told?" I sighed. "If you had
got
back where you were in the time allowed, I would be doing the second one,
but
now I have to start all over. No matter how much it hurts when you do what
you
are told, it will always hurt more if you don't. Now get back here."
"Oooh," moaned the child. She was quite bright and I'm sure she knew what
I was
getting at. "Yes Sir."
She took the two steps back and bent over in front of me again. Welts were
already appearing on her smooth skin. That arse was so begging me to fuck
it.
I hit her again. She squealed and took a step forwards then back again.
"Now
that is a good cunt," I said. "Over a little more. This one is for your
legs."
"Y-yes sir," sobbed Marie and she bent over further.
I swung the whip against her thighs. She shrieked a third time but stayed
still. Her body wriggled but I could see she was fighting the urge just
to run
away. "Stand up straight now, slut," I said.
The 'third' blow went across the centre of her back. It arched as the blow
hit
and she stumbled forwards several steps. Her lungs expelled all their air
in a
deafening cry. But she moved back before three. She was delightfully obedient.
"Bend over now, bumsex. Right over. Touch your toes."
"Y-yes sir," sobbed Marie.
Her body went over and her fat bum stuck up in the air. I could see the
pink
round arsehole and her gorgeous smooth cunt between her legs. I stroked
the cat
over her arse. The welts and lines brought up over the child's back and
legs
were rather nice. I wanted to add to the ones on her arse. I grunted as
I
swung the whip, getting the child across her gorgeous backside. She screeched
in pain but didn't move. "You're a good girl," I said. "You can get up.
Stay
with your back to me for a second. I want to admire my work."
I sat back down and just gazed at her back. Some of the studs had cut her
skin
and blood was beginning to trickle from the shallow wound. Her body shook
with
sobs rather attractively. "Okay, slave slut. You can turn round now," I
said.
The eleven-year old girl slowly turned around. She held her hands together
just
above her darling cunt. "Kneel down in front of me," I said.
"Y-yes Sir," moaned the child.
She got to her knees and shuffled to me. I reached out and took her left
nipple
between my fingers. I squeezed and pulled on the tiny nub for several moments.
"Do you know how much it hurts to have nipple clamps on?" I asked.
Marie shook her head. "Will it hurt a lot, Sir?" she asked.
"Oh yes. It's like your chest is on fire," I said. "You will not try take
them
off, nor will you ask me to take them off, slut. I will whip you, if you
dare.
What you have just received is a little taste of how painful it can be.
I can
make it a hundred times worse than that. I am warning you, slut."
"Yes Sir," said the child.
I took the first of the clamps and loosened it. I pulled the nipple between
the
two iron plates so that it poked out the other side, and started to wind
the
wing nuts. It took only seconds for the two plates to tighten around the
tiny
nipple. The little girl started to moan as the pressure was applied around
the
sensitive flesh. Soon the moans grew in intensity as the pain started to
set
in. "Ow," she squealed. "It hurts."
"I told you it would," I said. "Don't worry, facefuck. It's going to get
a lot
worse yet."
"Oooh Sir," moaned the girl.
I laughed and continued to tighten the nuts. It took only three more turns
on
both the nuts before the child's hands came up to grab on to it. "Ow," she
cried. "Please stop."
I frowned, and the child fell silent, her hands slowly letting go of the
clamp.
"I'm going to have to whip you," I said.
"Please don't," moaned Marie.
"What!" I shouted. "You blatantly disobey me AND ask me not to punish you
for
it. I am going to whip you until you can't fucking well stand. Now put
you
bloody arms behind your back. And DO NOT move them."
"Ow," sobbed Marie. "It hurts. I can't."
"Right, that IS IT," I shouted, grabbing the clamp and lifting it. Marie
screamed but came up with it until she was standing. "If you can't do as
you
are fucking well told, I am going have to make you stay still. You're going
to
pay for this."
"No please...Sir please STOP!" I twisted the clamp and she screamed.
I stood up from the armchair, drawing Marie's nipple up until she stood on
tiptoe. The child screamed and her body twisted involuntarily, trying to
get
away from the source of pain. But she only succeeded in creating more agony
for
herself. I slapped the child's face, throwing her whole body to one side.
I
was quite amazed that the clamp had stayed on this long. I let go of it
and she
collapsed at my feet. Reaching down, I grabbed hold of her hair and dragged
her
back to her feet. After pulling her across the room, I forced her down
to her
knees next to the box. "Stay," I commanded.
The child sobbed but stayed perfectly still. I opened my box, took out a
length
of rope and a knife. I cut off a piece and turned to the child. "Stand
up and
put your hands behind your back," I told her.
The crying, terrified child did as she was told. I used my hands to turn
her
around so she stood once again with her back to me. I used the rope to tie
her
hands behind her back and another piece to tie her elbows. She cried loudly
as
her arms were pulled into an unnatural angle behind her back but she was
smart
enough not to complain about it. Once I was sure her arms were immobilised,
I
took hold of her hair again and used it to pull the child along the floor.
Without the use of her hands, she had no hope of getting to her feet and
was
dragged back to my seat. She screamed and cried for every inch.
Once I had sat back down in the armchair, I helped Marie back to her knees.
"That should teach you not to be such a stupid cunt," I told her.
Without another word, I went back to tightening the clamp. The skin was
already
poking though the two small holes drilled in the iron strips. I twisted
the
nuts until I had almost completely flattened the poor child's nipple. Her
screams had died down to deep, erratic breaths. Perfect for me to start
on the
other nipple.
She groaned and squirmed as I started to loosen the second clamp. I slapped
her
face. "Don't even think about going anywhere, slut," I warned her.
"I wasn't Sir," cried Marie.
"I'm just warning you," I said.
I took hold of the nipple, pulled it between the second clamp and started
to
close it. Marie gritted her teeth, knowing what to expect this time. She
made
the same fuss but was unable even to attempt to stop the pain. "Do your
titties
hurt?" I asked.
Marie sobbed and nodded. "Please Sir..." she cried.
"What did I say about you asking me to remove them?" I asked.
"That you will whip me...S...Sir," sobbed Marie.
"That's right. You tried to stop me once, and you asked me to remove them.
I
think I'm going to have to kill you for that."
"Ooooh noooo Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I-I...PLEASE don't kill me," Marie begged.
I sighed. "Only if you are really good from now on. Stand in the middle
of the
room. I need to make sure you can't move while I whip you."
It took Marie some effort to get to her feet when every movement caused even
more pain in her nipples, but the child managed to roll to her feet and walked
slowly into the centre of the room. I went back to the box and picked up
the
rest of the rope, tied a noose in one end and threw it over the bar I had
attached to the ceiling whilst preparing this place.
The child knew a gibbet when she saw one and she looked, horrified, at me,
"You
are going to kill meeee..." she squeaked.
"Well that depends, cunt," I said. "If you're a good girl and come here
and let
me put this around your neck, then, no, I won't kill you. It is here to
make
you stay still while I whip you. If you fight, I will hang you and whip
you
until you die. Your choice."
The child stumbled towards to me and I smiled at her. She lowered her head,
and
let me put the noose around her neck and tighten it. I took the other end
of
the rope and pulled on it until Marie was stood on tiptoe, then tied it off
to a
hook on the wall. "Now Marie, I suggest you don't move or you might kill
yourself," I said.
"Please...a little looser," begged Marie.
"No, fuckslut, I thought you were going to be good. Do not ask again," I
sneered.
Marie mumbled and sobbed, her eyes glancing around desperately trying to
stay
locked on my position. I retrieved the whip and moved around until I stood
in
front of Marie. "I am going to whip your pretty, flat tits, okay honey?"
"Oh...stop..please Sir don't hit me..." cried the child.
I sniggered. She didn't ever learn. I pulled my arm back and delivered
a
vicious blow across her clamped nipples. The child screamed. I hit her
again,
and a third time in quick succession. Her feet moved, trying to get away
from
the pain but she could find no purchase. She slipped and her neck took the
weight.
Her legs thrashed around as her throat was blocked. I continued to hit her.
Just because she was choking was no reason for me to stop lashing her. I
continuously whipped her chest, stomach, cunt, and legs, one after another,
as
the child thrashed about. It was quite fun watching her face turn blue.
I was
tempted to let her die then. I really was tempted but, hey, I'd not even
fucked
her yet. I put the whip down, went to the rope and let it loose. The child
fell to the floor. I walked over to her and pulled the noose from around
her
neck. She gasped in air and coughed it out. It took a while for the palour
to
drain from her cheeks.
I laughed and picked her up then carried her over to my bench. "I want you
to
stand up," I said.
It took a few moments, but the crying child finally put her feet to the floor
and a few moments more for her to become steady enough that I could let go
of
her. "Now you see why it is important to do what you are told?" I asked.
Marie nodded. "Yes Sir," she squeaked.
"Okay. I want to sodomise you now," I said. "Do you know what that is?"
Marie shook her head. "Will it hurt?" she asked.
"Oh yes. Basically I am going to have sex in your bum," I laughed.
Marie whined. "You are going to put your...your thing in my bum?" she asked.
"That's right. I am going to push my cock into your arse and fuck you
senseless," I said. "Bend over the table."
Marie turned and leant over the table. It looked like she had finally learned
her lesson. I laughed as she pushed herself up onto the table. "Spread your
legs," I said.
The child did as she was told, parting her legs. I used my hands to open
her
arse cheeks and get a good look at the arsehole. I pushed my finger against
it.
She groaned loudly as it slipped inside. "It hurts," she cried.
"That's my finger, you dopey twat," I laughed. "You wait until I put my
cock
inside you there."
"Oh god...why do you have to hurt me?" sobbed the child.
"Because I love you," I told her.
Marie put her forehead to the table and sobbed loudly. I pulled my finger
from
her arsehole "Such a tight arse," I sighed. "It's going to hurt you like
hell
to have my cock up there."
"Oh why are you doing this to me?" she moaned again.
"Because I love you. I do it because I love you," I told her again.
"But if you love me, why hurt me?"
"Because I am a nasty person and I love hurting children," I said. "Do you
love
me?"
"No," sobbed Marie.
I frowned. "Why not?" I asked. "It's not your fucking choice. You love
whatever I tell you to fucking love. Tell me you love me, cunt."
"I love you Sir," moaned Marie.
"That's better. There is going to be something wet and cold on your bum
in a
second, just to prove how nice I am. I'm giving you some lube."
"What's that?" moaned Marie.
"Cold wet stuff," I said. "It will make it easier for me to put my cock
into
your arse. It will make it hurt you less. So I want you to say thank you."
"Thank you Sir," sobbed Marie.
I went to the box to collect the lubricant. Truth be told it was more for
my
benefit than hers. I doubted I would be able to get very far inside her
without
it, and I really wanted to give this child a good fucking. I smeared a good
amount of the jelly onto my fingers and applied it to the child's arsehole
then
placed the fat head of my cock against the wet hole, and pushed in hard.
It took several moments but, steadily, the hole opened around my cock. Marie
cried out as the pain in her arsehole reached a new height. I sighed and
pushed
in deep. It was tight and warm. I sighed again as the child screamed.
That
sounded so nice. I pulled out several inches and plunged my way back in.
The
child threw back her head and yelled with the pain. So nice. I took hold
of
the child by the hips and started to fuck her as hard as I could. In and
out
with as much force as I could put into my thrusts. Marie wasn't enjoying
it
nearly as much but who the fuck asked her anyway?
I let the child's screams and cries wash over me as I pounded at her bum.
It
didn't take long, in the scheme of things not long at all, before my cock
exploded its load deep inside the child's arse. I groaned and pulled it
out of
her, watching with some delight as my cum ran from the gaping hole. "I want
you
to clean my cock now," I said.
"Oh leave me alone," cried Marie.
"Get on your fucking knees and start sucking, slut," I shouted. "If you
don't
get down now, I will hang you again. Do you want to go through all that
again,
cunt?"
Marie moaned but wriggled off the table and fell to her knees. She shuffled
around to face me. When she saw my shit-streaked cock, she looked up at
me.
"B...but it's got poo on it," she moaned.
I rolled my eyes. "Well duh," I muttered. "That's why it needs cleaning.
Do
you want to be hung up again? Because if you do, you are going the right
way
about it.
End of part 1
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