Seeing what her captor had Alice fell of her chair, and backed up against the wall. But Paul seemed to ignore it, he smiled at her, "We're going to play a game," he told her. "I am going to stick these hooks through various parts of your body and if you move away from me put your hands up or try to stop me in any way I'm going to hang weights off the other hooks, now doesn't that sound like fun?"

Crouching against the wall the blond teen shook her head.

Paul smiled, "You will play with me weather you like it or not, you've got the choice of standing here with the ability to make it hurt less or I'll tie you down and assume you want all the weights on you."

Letting out a long cry of frustration and fear, Alice stood up, and stood in front of Paul. "You are sensible, now let start." Paul took the first hook and pressed it against the outside of her small right breast. Slowly he pressed the hook in. The girl wined as it pierced her skin and her body instinctively pulled away from pain. Paul kept hold of the hook however and this only caused more pain, "Oh dear, it doesn't look like your very good at this game," he said and forced the hook through her flesh. The hardest part was getting the barb through that caused the girl to gasp and grunt with pain. He let the second hook dangle from her breast while he fished a weight from the box. They were all the same, small four ounce weights but it wouldn't take many hung from the hooks to cause real pain. He threaded the weight onto the second hook and let it drop. The girl's body seemed to go with the weight and she moaned loudly.

Paul shook his head, "Oh darling stop it," he said, "These are the easy ones, you weight until I pierce your nipples and your clit."

The girl backed away with that news. Paul glared at her, "Get back here," he said.

The girl shook her head.

"You just won't do what you are told will you?" with that Paul rushed forwards and slapped the girl across the face hard enough to knock her down. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her up and slapped her again. This time she had nowhere to go.

Her head tried to fall but was held in place by her hair she screamed into her gag and Paul hit her again. He held her head up so she could look at him, "This is your last fucking chance bitch shall we play or shall I just torture you?"

Sniffing back her tears the girl nodded or at least tried to.

Paul stood up, "Okay, stand up."

The girl stood up and moved in front of Paul. Paul took two more weights and threaded them onto the hook, "That is for disobeying me," he said and gave her another slap for good measure.

The girl moaned. But stayed still. Paul took another hook and pressed it against the side of her other breast, and threaded three weights on it, the girl moaned and cried but managed not to move. The pain was tolerable, if it meant only that much.

Paul put the third hook on the other side of her right breast then the same on her left. He continued until he had six in either breast, three on either side. The weights were getting heavy now and pulled Alice's tits down. She tried to lean forwards with the weights but Paul pushed her back upright and added another weight to each hook. Alice cried her faced fixed in pain, but she didn't dare move. He smiled and knelt in front of her and stroked her pussy. He probed her pussy and was pleased when he found her hymen intact. You could never tell with girls these days. He looked up at her and grinned, and took one of her pussy lips in his fingers and pressed another hook against it. The girl jumped with the pain and tried to move but the hook had her and Paul pushed it through and placed five weights on it. "I suggest you keep still I don't think your tits can take much more." He stood and added another weight to each the hooks.

The girl tensed herself again her face a mask of determination but her shallow erratic breathing told a different story. Paul pushed the hook through her other pussy lip the girl breathing became louder but she kept still. It was much the same as put the last four on her pussy lips. The weights pulled them down and the girl was barely standing upright. Sweat and tears dripped from her chin, there was nothing the teen could do to stop it. All she knew was that the pain was worse if she moved. She looked pale her eyes distant. Paul slapped her to make sure she was a wake. "No fainting now," he said, "If you concentrate you won't pass out. In fact if you do I'll assume you are trying to stop the pain and when you wake up we'll tie you down and hang all the weights on you. Then whip your cunt for good measure."

Paul took another hook and placed it in the centre of her small nipple, "Brace yourself," he said and pushed it through.

The girl screamed and spun around she tried to run but the weights on her tits and pussy made her stop and collapse in agony. Paul laughed at her, "You didn't expect that did you? You didn't think it would hurt that much more than the others. Well sorry bitch you've just timed out. Stand with your back to the wall."

The girl didn't move she just lay curled in a ball, and cried. Paul leant over and grabbed her hair he lifted her to her feet and slapped her again. She was getting a nice red mark the right hand side of her face. He threw her against the wall and the girl screamed as the weights pulled her tits and pussy in a dozen directions. Paul pushed into her a pressed his faces close to hers, "Now bitch you just keep digging that hole don't you."

He grabbed her arms and brought them over her head. The hook was lower in this room than it was in the holding room but the girl was still forced on tiptoe to put the chain over it. Paul went over to the bed and putting his arm under it he pulled out a spreader bar and two concrete blocks. Without a word he took it over to the tearful teen, and strapped her legs to it. With her legs apart the girl hung just off the ground but the concrete blocks soon sorted that out. Paul didn't want this girl to move. The blocks fixed over the end of the spreader bar and pushed it too the ground. Paul didn't care where the extra two inches came from, but the girl did she and she screamed letting him know.

He then inspected the girl's tits. They were pretty bloody. The girls trashing had caused some of the hooks to tear the skin. Had the weights been much heavier they would have probably torn out of her skin. Her pussy was much the same. But Paul saw nothing that wouldn't heal. Not that he really cared; this girl was going to get it anyway. All he had to do was keep her awake.

He slapped her a couple of times to get her attention, "Remember don't pass out, you will regret it if you do. Understand?"

The girl nodded weakly. He slapped her again and she nodded a little stronger this time.

Paul smiled and turned to where he'd started to pierce her nipple. The hook was buried just past the barb but it hadn't passed out the other side of her nipple. Paul gripped it and pushed the rest of it through. The girl cried in pain. Paul hooked the five weights on the hook and let them all drop. The girl let out a loud scream even from behind the gag, and Paul repeated the process on the other nipple.

Paul swung the last hook in front of her eyes; her eyes glanced at the other end where there was just a single weight and no other hook. In truth Paul had run out of hooks, but he didn't want to damage his toy too badly anyway. No matter how bad it is you don't break your new toy on the first day, "Don't worry torture toy," he said, "This is the only weight on this one, but it's going to hurt like fuck."

Paul giggled as he knelt in front of the girl and put his fingers into her cunt. It wasn't long before he found her clit. He gently pushed at it to bring it out of the hood and then stoked it. The girl moaned in pleasure and pain, Paul finally found a spot where he wanted to hurt her and placed the hook against the most sensitive part of her body. The girl screamed at the tiny prick. And Paul smiled as he pushed it through her. The girl went hysterical. She screamed and tried to pull away from her bonds but there wasn't anything she could do.

That excited Paul and he took a few steps back to look at the work of art, he glanced up behind him at the camera on the wall. He'd have this moment always. It took her a long time to stop screaming.

Paul waited for her to calm down before saying, "You want them out?" The girl nodded.

Paul shrugged and knelt by her, he unstrapped her legs from the spreader bar but they stayed apart, Alice didn't want to move unless she had to. He then lifted her off the hook and set her down. The girl looked at him wearily as he took her cuffs off. He then walked over to the bed and sat down. "You want them out take them out," he said.

Her hand went straight for the hook through her clit but as soon as her fingers touched the cord she froze, as the pain laced through her body.

She came.

Paul laughed as the girl orgasmed from the pain in her clit. Her body shook causing more pain. She was like that for several minutes. Paul sat back and watched. This was an extra bonus.

When she finished she glared at Paul with accusing eyes. "Enjoy that?" he asked.

The girl blushed. Paul laughed again you would have thought all that she'd been trough that she would be beyond embarrassment by now. She broke her glare and her hands went to one of the hooks on the side of her breast in the hope of getting rid of the less painful ones first. But no matter how hard she worked the thing the hook wouldn't come out. She began to moan and pull it hard and push it bit the barb kept it firmly in.

"Don't bother," he said, "They won't come out. What you really need is one of these," he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of wire cutters.

The girl tried to say something.

Paul said, "If you come here I'll take them all out. I promise to be gentle,"

The girl started forwards. But it wasn't as easy as it first sounded. She cried and moaned and slowly shuffled forwards her hands tried stopping the weights from swinging but there were too many.

It took the girl almost five minutes to reach Paul. By that time she was in agony her face remained screwed up in agony. True to his word Paul began to clip off the end of each hook and pull them out. He hated to waste his hooks but other than cutting them out this was the only realistic way of removing them.

There was a lot blood, which made gripping the hooks difficult; thus it took a while for him to remove them. When he clipped the one from her clit the girl sighed as if a great weight had been removed. Which it had. Paul looked at the blood on his fingers. It was amazing how a little bit of blood went such a long way. He reached up and gripped his toy's face, then with the other hand unstrapped the gag and pulled it out. He was getting blood everywhere. The stains on her face and hair pushed Paul's cock against his trousers, it was about time he attended to that. "Are you ready to do what you are told now?" he asked.

"Yes sir," the girl said.

"Good to start with I want you to clean the blood off my hands. You saw how Beth cleaned my floor?"

"Yes sir." The teen took his left hand and placed a finger in his mouth, and slowly sucked.

Oh this girl was amazing. She sucked the blood from each of his fingers and then lapped it from his hands. When she was finished she looked up at him and smiled weakly, blood stained her mouth and lips. Paul leant into her and kissed her. The teenager didn't resist and opened her mouth for him to enter.

The coppery taste of blood was heavy in her mouth but it only served to excite Paul more. He reached down and pulled out his cock. Released from its bonds it sprung out and hit Alice on the chest. The girl broke off and looked down at it. But she didn't move. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" asked Paul.

The girl blushed again, and nodded. She would be very shy under different circumstances. "Pardon?" asked Paul

"Yes sir... I have." She said in a quiet voice.

Paul smiled at his little slut, "And whose cock did you suck."

"Andrews, err my boyfriends."

"And he hasn't fucked you?"

The girl shook her head; "He err..." she fell silent.

"It's okay carry on," Paul said.

"He sucked on my tits... And licked me out once but wasn't very good at it... I sucked him three times."

"I see, I suppose if I was a week later, you wouldn't be a virgin. Never mind. Did you spit or swallow?"

The girl went even redder if that was possible, "No," she whispered.

"No what?"

"I spat it into a cup," she said.

"I see. Well there will be none of that here. You see a fuck toy must always swallow her masters cum. If he cums in her pussy she should use her fingers to take it out so she can swallow as much as possible. If he cums up her ass she should eat all of it even if it means shitting on the floor and liking it from that,"

The girl didn't like the sound of that last one and it showed on her face. "Don't worry darling, today I'll probably cum in your mouth. Now tell me what is the moral of this story?"

The girl stayed quiet for several moments before saying, "A Fuck Toy must always swallow her masters cum,"

"Good Girl. Now a hard question and I'll put the nipple clamps on you if you get it wrong. Why must a Fuck Toy swallow her masters cum?"

The girl was quiet as her mind played with the question finally not looking to certain she answered albeit quietly and reluctantly, "Because she is a Fuck Toy."

Paul smiled, he was surprised really of all the kids he'd asked this question to (and it had been quite a few) she was the first to get it right first time. "Correct, another question now what are you?"

The girl's head went down and her shoulders shook. She was crying again, through sniffed sobs she said, "I am a Fuck Toy."

"Good girl now master wants you to suck his cock."

The girl sniffed back her tears and moved her head down; she took his cock between her lips and worked on him with her tongue. Paul pressed his hand on her head and said, "Now a good Fuck Toy will swallow all of her masters cock,"

The girl sobbed around him but pushed her head forwards. It hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow it all at once only to choke on him. Paul laughed, as she tried again. It took several attempts but soon she pushed her face into his pubic hair. She gagged and tried to pull her face off of him but Paul held her there letting her throat do the work. After a while her struggles became erratic, she tried to push off of him and her hands slapped against him. She couldn't breath. Paul finally let her go and the girl pulled off so quickly she fell on her ass and yelped as the pain started again. Paul let her catch her breath, and said, "Now Fuck Toy lay on the bed like a good girl and let me rape you."

The girl let out a whine but stood up and laid down on the bed.

Paul grinned at her as he loomed over. He used the handcuffs to tie her arms to the bed stop her from moving. He then gave her sympathetic smile, "You look nervous darling what's wrong?"

"Are you going to hurt me?"

Paul nodded, "Yes, quite a bit. First I'm going to use the clamps on your nipples. The pull your legs apart and ram my cock inside you dry. Well almost dry,"

"No!" the girl cried and tried to pull at the cuffs her legs began to kick but Paul had a perfect way to stop that. He sat on them. He didn't use too much weight just enough to stop them moving the girl looked at him and begged, "Please don't hurt me I'll do anything. I'll fuck you... Anything... I sucked your cock! Please!"

Paul smiled, "Your better at begging than Hanna," he said as he loosened the clamp, "Now I suggest you shut it, before I find something else with which to torture you with."

The girl closed her mouth and sniffed back her tears; she was good at this. Paul placed the clamp on her already sore right nipple and slowly began to tighten it. The girl moaned as the pain in her chest increased after a few more turns she started to take in sharp breaths. A few more and she started to struggle. A few more and she cried out, "Oh please stop. It hurts too much."

Paul let go of the clamp and got off of the girl.

"Oh thank you," she sighed.

Paul leant over and picked up the gag and smiled at her. "Oh I haven't stopped," he said. "I just want to shut you up."

The girl closed her mouth firmly but a sharp tug on the clamp opened it again. Paul pushed the gag in and fastened it up. With her silenced Paul went back to tightening the clamp. The girl moaned, screamed, and struggled. Her eyes told of the pain she was feeling. Paul grinned at the tearful teen, and started with the other clamp.

He pulled on both clamps and was delighted with the scream he got from his toy. "Time for your fucking," he said.

The girl struggled to get away from him, but Paul liked this in his toys. He gripped her legs and forced them open. He pressed his cock at her opening, pushed in. With her struggles and how tight the virgin teen was it took several moments for him to get in. But once in he thrust quickly through her hymen and began her fucking. The teen wouldn't stop her crying and screaming she struggled with every thrust, not that it bothered Paul too much. She could lean to enjoy being raped if she liked, but if she didn't he wasn't going to loose any sleep from it.

He thrust into her for several minutes, before deciding he wanted a change. He pulled out of her and looked into her face. "I'm going to untie you now. Are you going to do what you are told."

The girl shook her head.

Paul shrugged and started to undo his belt. A soon as she realised what he intended she started to moan and nod franticly. Paul shook his head, "Not a chance Fuck Toy, you've got to learn," He took his belt and swung it across her stomach. The girl tensed and screamed. The buckle made a nice mark in the teen's belly. He whipped her again this time across the thighs. The girl didn't like this one bit. She struggled and screamed, Paul whipped her a total of five times, and nasty marks where the buckle struck rose quickly. They would make some nice bruises.

The girl sobbed and cried when he put the belt down, "Now will you do what you are told?"

The girl nodded.

Paul reached down and took her gag out she let out a long whine. Paul quickly untied her arms and pulled her into a seated position. The girl leant forwards crying loudly not even looking at him. Paul took he arms and cuffed them behind her back. "Now pet, I am going to fuck your ass, this is going to hurt a lot but not as much as it will if you try and stop me."

If the girl heard she made no sign of it. So Paul just lifted her onto the ground and bent her over the bed. He placed his finger at her asshole and pushed it in. It was tiny and very tight. The girl moaned with the pain of her ass being violated. Using the blood seeping from her cunt to lubricate the hole he tried a gain. Much better, he placed the head of his cock against the small brown hole and pressed in. The girl cried out but made no attempt to tighten her ass or anything to stop his entrance. Thus his he was soon pumping out her tiny tight ass.

The girl moaned and gasped with the pain of being ass raped. Paul fucked the teen for a long time until he felt close to cumming, true to his word he wanted to cum in her mouth so he pulled his cock out. He looked at it and smiled, it was streaked with even more blood and shit. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him, "Master wants you to suck his cock again and to clean it all."

The girl looked almost as if she was lost in dreamland and nodded, "Yes sir," she said.

He dropped her and she collapsed to the floor. She forced herself up and looked at his cock standing erect in front of her. She opened her mouth and took it in. She gagged and heaved as she cleaned the bitter shit from his organ. Paul soon came firing in her mouth. The teenager swallowed it without comment and carried on sucking on him until Paul took it out.

Paul led the teen stumbling and staggering along behind him as she was pulled along by her arms. She would have followed him quite readily only she as too tired and too sore to keep up with his long quick strides. They came to a welcomed stop just before the iron door of the holding room; Paul turned to the panting teen and grinned. "Now my Piss Drinking Slut, are you thirsty?" he asked.

Alice licked her dry lips and looked at her tormentor wondering just what was planned for her now, "Yes master," she whispered.

"Good, that'll make things a little easier for you," he said and forced the girl onto her knees.

She was just too spent to figure out just what he had intended for her. Even when he shoved his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She started to work on it sucking it like a good slut obviously thinking that was what he wanted. She jumped back in surprise as the hot liquid filled her mouth. Paul who had been expecting this reaction tried to stop himself quickly, but was unable to prevent some piss spraying directly into the girl's face. Besides it served the little slut right. "If I wasn't so fucking tired I'd punish you bad for that." He said, "But that will have to wait until morning, now suck and I want you to drink every drop,"

Letting out a whimper the girl leant forwards and took his cock back in her mouth. Her body was still in immense pain from the tortures she'd already received and she didn't want to find out what else he could do to her.

Alice started to work on his cock again only this time she was ready for it when the piss shot into her mouth. The girl's cheeks expanded as he pissed faster than she could swallow but the teenager miraculously didn't spill any more.

Paul stroked her hair, "Good Piss Slave," he said, "Now what are you?"

The girl lowered her head in shame and mumbled, "I'm a Piss Drinking Slut."

"You're a piss drinking slut MASTER," he corrected with a rough slap on the cheek.

"I'm a Piss Drinking Slut Master," the girl said.

"Good, now have a rest, I'll bring you down some food in a minute and then it's bed."

The girl gave a sigh of relief and said, "Oh thank you..." then she added, "Master,"

Paul patted her gently on the head. "In you go," he said and unlocked the iron door. Alice walked in past him. Everything was much the same as he'd left it. Hanna was still out for the count and Beth sat in the back of the cage looking a little worse for ware. Paul locked the door back up and made his way from the cellars to the kitchen of his house. Toys' tend to last longer when you feed them, Paul had learned that quite quickly he also learned, although you had to feed them it didn't really matter what you fed them, it wasn't like he wanted the bitches to last forever. In fact no matter what you fed them the girls would become `worn' in time anyway.

The kitchen was quite large and had loads of utensils most of which hadn't been touched for almost five years. Paul lived on microwave food and takeout.

Paul went into the larder which was almost empty except for a dozen tins of dog food and a big bag of dog cereal. It was food and quite edible by humans. Taking out three tins of the dog food and the cereal he carried it into the kitchen and sorted through the cupboards until he came across the dog bowls. He had more than a dozen all made from stainless steel. He had brought them cheap in a sale. Taking out six of the bowls he stacked three of them up at the side and to mixed the food in the other three. Then stacking them all together he carefully made his way back into the cellars, stopping off to pick up another pair of cuffs.

Near to the holding room was a tap connected directly to the mains Paul used it to fill up the bowls with water. After opening the door he took two bowls in at a time and set them near the wall. Beth and Alice were sat together in the cage, and looked up at Paul, who smiled at them, "It's dinner time," he said, "Now Alice I want you to tie your sister's arms behind her back with her cuffs."

Alice quietly unfastened the cuffs that Beth wore and pulled her hands behind her back and fastened them up. While they did this Paul knelt by Hanna and tuned her onto her stomach. He smiled when he saw she still had the dildo stuck in her ass, he pulled it out gently and set it by the girl and tied her arms behind her back. He then opened her tiny mouth a little and reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of tablets. Taking two out he slipped them into her mouth and with his fingers moved them to the back of her throat, and then massaged her throat to try and get her to swallow them. Then for good measure he pushed the dildo inside her mouth as well.

He stood up and looked at the two older girls, "Okay you two come out here Alice I'm going to tie your hands behind your back too."

The two girls crawled from the cage and walked over to Paul who took Alice and cuffed her hands behind her back. "Okay," he said, "considering your hands are tied up I think you can figure out how you've got to eat it."

Alice fell to her knees right away and shuffled over to the bowl. She looked at it and let out a whine but said nothing as she leant over and put her face in the bowl and started to eat. Beth copied her sister except when she looked into the bowl she pulled a face and turned to Paul; "This is dog food!" She exclaimed.

"Oh you are clever," muttered Paul, "Eat it."

"But it's DOG food."

"Look at your sister she's being a good girl and eating her dinner unless you do the same, I'm going to start torturing you now," As opposed to in the morning but he wasn't about to tell her that.

The child looked down at her sisters cut and welted ass, even though hers looked much the same, she had also seen the cuts on her sisters breasts, and pussy also how Hanna just wouldn't wake up. She leant over and put her face in the bowl and slowly started to eat.

Paul watched them eat, they took lots of water to wash it down with so much so that the water ran out before the dog food did. Too bad for them. It took a while for them to finish it all, but Paul made sure that they finished every scrap of food. Once finished the girls turned around and looked at Paul, both of them had dog food covering their faces. Paul smiled, "Good doggies," he said, "Now Alice I want you to clean the rest off of Beth's face and when you're finished Beth clean it off Alice."

Alice moved forwards and started to lap the dog food from the nine- year-olds face Beth kept still until Alice had finished and then performed her task. By the end of it both girls looked a little sick. But it was all they would eat while they were alive so they would have to get used to it. Paul reached back for his bottle and tipped two tablets in either hand and held them out to the girls, "Now I want you to swallow these."

"What are they?" asked Beth.

Paul glared at the girls and they quickly buried their faces into his hands and took their tablets. All they were, were iron supplements to help with the blood loss they would be suffering, but they didn't need to know that. "Now back into the cage both of you."

While they crawled back into the cage, Paul gathered Hanna, and her dildo and carried her over to the cage pushing her in he then collected her food and drink, and put it in the cage with her. "Now if she wakes up, I want you to feed her some thing and make her drink. If she doesn't wake up you don't touch the food or the water to do so will mean hard punishment. Also if she doesn't wake up make sure the dildo stay's in her mouth."

That said he left the room locking it behind him back into the house he heated up a microwave meal and sat down in front of the TV, and flipped over to the sport.

*****

Alice curled in the corner of the cage the taste of piss and dog food hung heavy in her mouth and no matter how much she spat or swallowed it just stayed there. So she tried to ignore it. Her mind was foggy and she was exhausted so ignoring the bad taste was pretty simple. Ignoring Beth's incessant whining was not so easy. "Dog food. I feel ill." She moaned.

"Shut up and go to sleep,"

"How can you sleep he hit us he killed mummy and nearly killed Hanna, and you want to sleep."

Alice groaned and sat up, "Don't you see, he will kill us if we don't do what he tells us."

"But he hurts us when we DO do what he tells us. Look at Hanna,"

Alice turned and took Beth's hands, "I know Bethy I really do. How can we hurt ourselves? But we must do what he tells us to do or he will kill us. If we want to live we've got to do what he says."

"I don't want to be hurt I want to go home. I want mummy and daddy." The child began to cry.

Alice could have screamed, but she stopped herself, Beth was right. Why did they have to do what he said? Alice didn't want to die and she knew that he would kill them if they tried to fight and that was enough to make Alice do what ever he wanted. No matter how sick it was, or perverted, and no matter how much it hurt.

*****

Paul pushed open the iron door and stepped into the room, the girls were all asleep although Hanna hadn't moved an inch from where he'd left her the night before. Beth was propped against the side of the cage her head was in her chest. Alice was laid out beside Hanna and fast asleep. Three naked young girls in such a serene state well to a lot of people it might have been a turn on but for Paul, the bruises and welts across the three young bodies, were what aroused Paul. "Alright wakey wakey." He called.

Beth jerked her head turned from side to side trying to figure out where she was. Alice groaned and sat up looking through the bars and chicken wire she smiled, a sweet smile, and definitely forced, but Paul smiled back, she was trying a different tactic now, get into his good books and he might let them go, or at least go soft on them.

"Good morning bitch slaves," he told them, he looked down at Hanna's motionless body and frowned, she was still breathing but wasn't moving. Then she groaned and turned over. Her eyes opened a crack and she looked up at him she pushed the dildo from her mouth and tried to speak but all that came out was a croak. Paul smiled, "Hurry up Alice give her a drink," he said.

"How?" she asked, moving her hands that were still cuffed behind her back.

Paul sighed and explained, "Take some of the water into your mouth and kiss it into hers. Don't tell me you didn't play that game with your boyfriend."

The girl blushed red again but set about on her task. Awkwardly in the limited room the cage allowed she put her face into the bowl and took some of the water then leaning over her sister, she pressed her lips on her mouth.

Hanna had no idea what was going on, she was still in a pretty bad state but she felt the water drip onto her lips and opened up her mouth for Alice's water filled kiss.

"Now keep doing that, and give her some food once she's had enough to drink,"

Paul watched the older sister feed and water the six-year-old child with tender kisses, well not quite tender it was more like press mouths together and spit. He watched until most of the water and about half of the food was gone, Hanna was looking better all the time and he was getting board with the game, "Okay that's enough," he said.

Hanna was looking a little stronger but he wasn't happy, he'd definitely have to get Anne to have a look at her, but that would have to wait until later. He walked over and unlocked the cage door. "Okay you two get out," he said.

Alice and Beth crawled out of the small door and stood up beside him. Paul reached inside and pulled Hanna out gently, "Can you walk?" he asked the girl.

The child just looked at him, and after a while shrugged. After a moment she tried to get to her feet with which she managed if just. She leant up against the cage watching Paul witch cautious eyes trying to decide weather this was the man who had hurt her.

Paul turned to the other two; "Well first of all I need a piss. Alice you know your job," he said.

"Yes master," Alice said and knelt down in front of him, she unzipped his trousers and took his cock out and placed it between her lips.

Now this was fun. Alice started to work on his cock running her tongue around it in her mouth. She was ready for it and when the stream of piss hit the back of her throat she swallowed it all. Paul waited for a few minutes before he took his gland from her mouth.

Reaching into his pocket Paul took out three collars, although they looked pretty good while strapped around a young girls throat they served a more practical purpose, in that it was far easier to control a bitch when you've got them by the throat. He quickly strapped them around the necks of his three toys. The collars were thick leather and would take some force to break them having been made to keep big dogs. At the front of each of the collars was a large iron ring once used to fit the lead, (leash) onto them and it was that ring that made them so practical.

"Okay follow me now I suggest you don't try to run because there is no way out of these cellars and I have cameras everywhere and you won't hide for long and when I do find you I'll hurt you, and I mean bad." That got Hanna's head ticking over and she backed away from him knowing now that he had hurt her. "But if you are good and do what I tell you, I won't do anything bad yet."

Of course that didn't do much to get on Hanna's good side, she hadn't done anything bad when he'd started to hurt her. She stayed away from him, Paul continued his speech, "So if any of you feel like you won't be able to help yourselves speak now and I will put a lead on you and treat you like a dog."

The three girls remained quiet.

"I'll take that as a sign of co-operation and if you would now follow me,"

The girls started to follow Paul as he left the room Alice had to practically drag Hanna along with her, Paul led the girls to a large tiled room, it looked like the shower room of a school or a gym which was what it was. There were eight places for the girls to shower and at each place was a red mat with a hole in the centre. On the wall at each place was a ring each had an open padlock on them. This is where the collars came in handy. Paul had added this to his grandfather's cellars; there was nothing he hated more than dirty toy's. Especially when washing them could be so much fun. He turned to watch his girls looking at the showers with some suspicion, "Now you've been locked in that cell for a long time and I thought that it would be nice for you to get washed up," he said. He walked over and took Beth by the collar, he pulled her to the first showerhead, "Now you see the red mat?"

"Y-yes sir," the child said.

"If your feet move from that I will punish you, is that clear."

The girl nodded, and walked onto the mat. Paul pushed her top half forwards and locked the collar to the wall. With that done Paul inspected the work from the day before. Her ass was coming along nicely most of the welts had gone down but some bruising remained, he squeezed them and got a little moan from the girl. Leaving her there he motioned for Alice and Hanna to enter. He locked them both under a showerhead. Hanna was last she was still too weak to put up a struggle as Paul moved her to her position and clipped her in, "Now don't move from the red mat or I'll go and get some more of my toys. Do you understand."

The tiny child nodded she was trembling on the mat and Paul ran his hands down the tiny body. Smiling he gave her a hard tap on the ass and left the three girls locked to the showers.

In a room behind the showers was a control room. It was nothing more than a broom cupboard with a computer at one end. The computer was an old piece of machinery, (A 486 DX no less) but it served it's purpose all it was used for was to control the heat and pressure of the water in the showers. Leant up against the corner of the control room was a long cane, more than quarter an inch in diameter. A nasty thing to be hit with, it would leave some deep bruising.

Paul left the cane where is was for the moment and leant over the computer to set the shower. The showers were deceptive they looked like any normal shower but along with the water coming out from above them, it also shot out from the centre of the mat between their legs. Also although the showers could be set at any temperature Paul only ever used his three pre-sets, which were labelled on the program as Damn Cold, Hot, and Fucking Hot. He didn't want to burn the girls too badly this time so he set the water to hot but the pressure to high. He picked up his cane and made his way into the shower room. "Right," he said, "We're going to play a little game, the water is going to start soon and it will be hot, but you've got to stay on the mat. The every time you put a foot out of the mat I'm going to hit you with this," he held up the long thick cane, "The one who has the most welts on their ass when we're finished will get an extra punishment."

With that he stripped off his own clothes, and stored them outside the shower room. He locked the door hit the extractor fan to on, there would be a lot of steam. He went over to the handle to turn the water on. He pulled it and steaming water shot from above their heads scalding their sensitive backs. The girls screamed and moved desperately trying to get away from the water. Hanna was the first to step off the mat and Paul moved quickly to her and landed a hefty blow on her ass, she screamed again and moved back onto the mat. Then the water shot out from below, hitting their legs and cunts with a hard stream of steaming water. The girl's screams intensified and they tried anything to get away from the water. Paul suddenly found himself inundated with his work of hitting their nice asses, not that he was complaining.

The water pelted the girl for almost ten minutes before it suddenly died leaving three panting girls with red blotches on their backs and legs and nasty welts across their asses. Paul inspected each of them, Hanna actually had the most welts, but he wasn't happy with her condition yet, and Beth had come out a close second and besides he'd already played with Hanna. He walked over to Beth and unhooked her from shower he said, "You lost."

"But..." Paul slapped the child across the face as soon as she started to speak.

The blow knocked her off her feet. Paul grabbed her collar and pulled her up, "I was thinking about only fucking you, I've got stuff to do today and that'll hurt your small cunt a lot, but now darling I'm going to hurt you bad."

"No! Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry."

Paul hit her again this time he kept hold of her to stop her falling, "I suggest you shut up," he said.

The girl seemed to get the idea and closed her mouth tears flowed down her wet face, "Now follow me," he said and keeping hold of her collar he led her from the room.

He led her down the hall and through three doors until he got to a large room, the room was one of the largest in the cellars at fifteen foot by twelve, the walls were bare only a large wooden board leant up against the wall at the far end. But the most defining thing in the room was the torture horse. It was nothing more than a wedge of wood standing almost five feet tall. It was only one and a half-foot at the bottom and extended to a cruel narrow edge. This meant a girl sat on it would have as much pressure on her pussy as possible. If that wasn't bad the edge of the horse was covered in small sharp stones glued in place. It would only take a few moments sitting on that thing to bring intense agony to a girl. Chains and straps hung from the ceiling above it to hold the girl in place and two large weights sat at it's base both were connected to a strap used to secure them to a girls leg.

Paul pointed to the torture horse; "I'm going to sit you on that for most of the day does that sound nice?"

The child stared at it in horror wondering just how it would be used to hurt her. She shook her head.

"Don't worry toy I'm not going to put you on it yet, first off I want my early morning fuck, but just to make it worse for you I was thinking about pushing a dozen or so nails into your feet."

"No!" the child cried and tried to make a run for it but Paul still had a firm hold on the collar. To ensure she couldn't escape he closed the door and locked it. He let her go and she ran to the nearest corner, Paul laughed at her but left her there for the time being. He walked to the far side of the room and took the board leaning against the wall. The board was about two foot square and about an inch thick, and filled with small thin nails extending from about a quarter of an inch to, half an inch but still an evil device to stand on. The nails were different sizes to make sure they would pierce the skin rather than allow her body weight be spread across them.

He put the board on the floor and walked over to the girl who shrank further into the corner. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her to her feet and then towards the board. Somehow in her panicked and hysterical state the girl managed to miss the board with her feet as she screamed and fought against Paul.

Paul slapped her hard across the face in an attempt to calm her down and it worked the girl just stared at him breathing heavily, Paul smiled at her, and said, "Are you ready?"

"Please don't..." the girl screamed as Paul pulled her forwards and her foot involuntary set down on the board. The girl fell over backwards her foot pulling from the nails leaving several small wounds in the bottom of her foot.

Paul shook his head and walked to horse, he pulled off one of the straps and went back to the girl. Beth took no notice of the man she just sobbed and stared at her bleeding foot. Paul quickly pulled her legs together and strapped them to one another. He picked the crying child up. The girl refused to put her feet down, so he held her over the board, "You either stand on it or I'll drop you on it."

"Don't PLEASE!"

Paul dropped the girl and she let out a shrill scream as she landed on the board. The nails dug straight into her left thigh. Paul bent down and picked the crying girl back up, "Put your fucking feet down." The girl wailing loudly put her feet on the board due to the strap they were both placed near the centre of the nail board. Paul held the tearful girl with her feet on the top of the nails for several moments before pushing her onto them. The girl screamed and tried to pull her feet off but Paul and the straps didn't allow her to pull her feet off and Paul held her to stop her from falling over again. "Please let me OFF!" the girl screamed.

Keeping one hand to stop her going anywhere Paul put his other hand between the girl's legs and stroked her cunt. The girl just screamed and cried. Those screams were like a choir's song this morning. Paul inspected where the blood ran down her leg from the small puncture wounds in her thigh. None of them seemed serious, they would all stop bleeding in a short while. The child's screams stopped him from talking to her, so he placed his free hand over her mouth. It quieted her a little. "Shut the fuck up, I want a fuck now so I'm going to let you off the nail and I'm going to throw you on the floor and fuck you hard I've got no lubricant with me so I think I might tear your little cunt while trying. If I do that you might bleed to death, is that what you want?"

The terrified child shook her head, "Now to stop it you've got to suck on my cock, make it as wet as you can with your spit. Will you do that?"

The girl nodded she was so desperate to get her feet off of the nails she would have agreed to anything. "You must kneel on the nails to suck my cock." He said.

The girl didn't understand she either knelt on the nails or she died was that what he was asking? The small child realised that it was and that she didn't want to die. So she leant forwards bending her knees. Paul guided the girl down but as the nails started to dig into her shins the girl changed her mind but Paul, wouldn't let her up no matter what she screamed and begged and thrashed he just pushed her knees onto the cruel spikes. The girl screamed and cried with desperation but Paul held her fast until she shut up, "Now darling open wide,"

The tiny girl opened her mouth as wide as she could and Paul pushed his already stiff cock inside. "Remember now lick it all around get as much spit on it as you can,"

He gazed at the child kneeling in an ever-growing pool of blood, although there looked worse than it was. She sucked on his cock with desperation knowing that that was the only way to end the pain. Paul was soon satisfied with the girl. He wanted to fuck her anyway so he pulled her off his cock and lifted her from the nail board. The board came up with her for a second but slipped from her leg and hit the floor with a loud clatter. Paul kicked the board away and laid the girl down and undone the bonds that held her feet together. With that done he spread her legs wide and tested her small hole with his fingers, "Oh boy you're almost as tight as Hanna," he said. "I'll be nice considering you tried your best," he then dipped his fingers in the blood seeping from the small wounds in her legs and started to work it into her cunt.

There was less blood than it looked and Paul had to keep going back before he was satisfied the child's cunt was properly lubricated. The girl didn't move during this she didn't even speak. Finally Paul lent in and guided his cock into her bloody hole. He pushed slowly forwards and the girl began to moan in agony. It was a slow process getting his cock inside the nine-year-old child. He hit the hymen but kept driving in slowly. The increasing pressure finally tore threw, the child cried and moaned every moment of his agonising entrance. Paul then began to slowly pull out and then back in. It became easier with each motion as fresh blood lubricated the hole. Paul slowly picked up speed and the girl's moans picked up in desperation, the fuck was sheer torture for the child.

It took a long time for Paul to draw near climax and the girl was just panting now with every thrust. Paul withdrew completely and looked down on his bloodied cock. He loomed over the girl and said, "Suck it now," he said.

The child opened her small mouth and Paul pushed it inside her and let her suck on it. Paul soon felt himself cumming and held the girl in place as he exploded into her mouth. The child choked as the thick fluid hit the back of her throat and with Paul keeping his cock inside her mouth she had no choice but to swallow. When Paul pulled out her head fell back against the stone and she closed her eyes.

Paul leant over her and slapped her face, "Oi I'm not finished with you," he said and slapped her a second time.

The girl sobbed, "Please stop..." Paul slapped her a third time and picked her up.

He carried her over to the horse and said, "Now open your legs so I can sit you on this."

Still sobbing loudly the girl did as she was instructed and Paul sat her on the horse. She moaned loudly as the rough and pointed stones on the sharp edge dug into her sensitive and tortured cunt. Paul used the rope above her to tie her in place. With her unable to move he gathered the two heavy weights and hung them from either leg causing the girl to start screaming again, "Well good bye," he said, "I'm leaving you here for a couple of hours. Oh and don't even think about pissing yourself I am not in the mood, besides it will REALLY sting if you do."

He chuckled to himself and left the room locking the crying and screaming child in a world of pain.

Alice was frustrated. She hung against the shower panting almost wishing the water would come back on again. Desperately she rubbed her thighs together in the hope the friction would finish what the shower had started. Her back stung and her ass ached, but it all excited her. The humiliation of being chained to the shower kept her at the edge of orgasm. "What you doing?" asked Hanna.

The world swept back in and Alice blushed deep red. Turning her head so she could see the child leaning against the wall, "Nothing Hann." She said.

"When can we go home?" she asked.

Alice wanted to laugh she'd given up hope of rescue and resigned herself to her fate but there was no reason to break the spirit of this child, "I don't know," she said, "soon."

"Good," said Hanna.

The door opened and Alice strained to see Paul walking through the door, he carried the dildo that Hanna had slept with and, he was smothered in blood. It dawned on that it was Beth's blood and before she could stop herself, "You bastard you killed her!" screamed Alice.

Hanna whimpered and started to cry.

Paul shook his head, "She's not dead you stupid bitch," he said.

"The blood," she said.

Paul snorted, "It's not as bad as it looks."

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