Without another word Paul went to the handle that started the shower. Fear, anticipation and excitement built up inside Alice as she waited for the water to start again. When it did it was different it was still as hot as before but it spilled out of the shower at a calm rate. Alice's back arched with pain and she almost groaned as the water never did start from underneath. Paul stood under the shower that had contained Beth, and washed her blood from his body. Alice could have screamed at him but the fear of what he would do to her kept her quiet.

When the man did turn off the water again Alice was in a worse state than before. Her cunt throbbed and she wished to god that her hands were untied. Paul unlocked the two girls and led them to a room on the other side of the hallway. It was a bathroom, with a toilet in one corner a sink next to it and a long bath stretched out on the far wall. Two chairs sat in the middle of the room although the room was large enough that the chairs wouldn't get in the way of anyone. Paul pointed to the sink, sat on it was a single toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Paul unfastened the cuffs from both the girls and told Alice, "Brush your teeth."

Alice looked at Paul and picked up the toothbrush there had to be a catch here, she slowly squeezed the toothpaste onto the brush and started to scrub. She watched her rapist sit on one of the chairs and lift up Hanna and sit her on his knee. Hanna was still crying but it was a low whine. She was terrified and didn't want to provoke more pain. Paul ran the dildo over her young body encircling her small nipples and then down to her tiny tight cunt, he slowly and almost gently pushed it inside the child, Hanna gasped with pain as the object intruded into her body. If anything the gasps and moans of pain excited Paul and he began to work it deeper and harder into the child. Alice stared on with fascination as she brushed her teeth, she would have given anything to swap positions. Alice took the toothbrush from her mouth and set it down.

Paul looked up at her and said, "Did I tell you to stop?"

Alice panicked, her heart leapt from her chest, "I'm sorry master," she said.

Paul picked up the toothbrush and turned it around in his hand, "What I should do is shove this into this poor child's ass, and scrub it out then make you brush your teeth with the shit covered remains. But I'm playing nice at the moment, try me again and I will do it. With that he reached down and pushed the toothbrush up Alice's cunt. Alice gasped with the intrusion and her body once again was brought to the brink of orgasm. She reached down and slowly pulled it from her in the hope of making the sensation last longer. She then reluctantly put it back into her mouth and continued scrubbing.

Paul stood up and placed the child on the other chair and pulled her legs open. He lowered his head and started to lick Hanna out. Alice groaned quietly. Her pussy dripped with juices, and they started to run down the inside of her thighs. Alice turned red and hoped the man didn't see. Or that the water that covered her body would hide it. Alice caught herself, and bit the inside of her cheek hard. Pain laced through her body and she spat out blood with the toothpaste, and quickly washed it down the sink so nobody would notice. She couldn't believe herself. This bastard was abusing Hanna and she was getting turned on!

The child's moans and gasps turned from those of pain into pleasure as the man brought her near the edge of orgasm.

Alice wanted to turn away but she was transfixed with Hanna's body a coating of sweat replaced the water from the shower and her body writhed with pleasure her chest rose and fell increasingly faster She cried out and her body went into long spasms. She gave audible cries as the pleasure pulsated through the child's body as her pre-teen orgasm shook her. She finally stopped and lay still panting. She looked at Paul with wanting eyes.

Paul smiled at the girl, "Did you like that?" he asked her.

The girl nodded.

"Do you want another one?"

"Yes please sir." She said.

I want one! Alice wanted to scream, but she kept quiet and watched him play with her sister, her own pussy burned with need.

Paul smiled at her and said, "Well I want to fuck you do you remember how much it hurt to be fucked."

The child nodded cautiously unsure now she wanted another.

"Well it won't hurt so much this time and I'll do it really slow if you, lie still and keep quiet. If you are a good girl I'll let you have another of them."

The girl eyed the man's cock standing proud in front of her. She remembered the pain it caused her last time, and was unsure. "How much will it hurt?"

"The more you fuck me the less it will hurt," said Paul, "It won't hurt as much as last time, but it will hurt a little."

The small girls face creased with thought, she said, "Do I get that jelly again?"

Paul nodded, "Yes as much as you like."

She looked at the dildo on the top; "You won't put that in my bum again will you?"

Paul shook his head, "No not this time," he said, "That's for Alice later."

"Okay," the girl said, "But slowly so you don't hurt me again."

"Right here's what you do. Lie on the floor with your legs apart and I'll go and get the jelly and all you have to do is stay still and I'll fuck you."

The child laid down on the floor and opened her legs she looked up at Paul with her innocent eyes. Alice wanted to scream at the girl, what did she think she was doing volunteering to fuck the man! But the reality struck home that even though Hanna didn't know what she was doing, Alice would do the same and had already done worse, if only it meant he didn't hurt them.

Paul stood and left the room to return with the tube of KY jelly, he bent over Hanna and applied it to her cunt and then to his cock. He then moved over the top of her and guided his cock into her cunt. Hanna whined as her pussy stretched around his cock, and took in sharp breaths, tears glistened in her eyes and fell down the side of her cheek. Still the little girl didn't cry out. Alice was so proud of her. Paul started to grunt as he forced his large organ into the small hole. Alice watched as fraction by fraction his cock slid into the child. Alice was sure that he couldn't get much more inside her but it just carried on in slowly with a lot of effort from Paul until the entire length was buried into the tiny child. Hanna's face was screwed up in pain and she sobbed quietly. Paul grunted and started the long withdrawal.

Paul continued to pump into the baby cunt. Alice watched in terror and envy as her baby sister was given a long hard fuck, she could see blood seeping from the tiny hole and Alice was fearful that Paul had damaged her in someway.

Finally he pulled out without cumming. Hanna lay there with blood trickling from her cunt she groaned and cried. Alice had to fight to keep brushing her teeth, she wanted to scream at Paul. She wanted to make him fuck her. Something told her that the welfare of Hanna should come first but the immense force of jealousy crushed that emotion, she wanted the attention.

Paul finally turned to her and said, "I promised her another orgasm and you are going to give it to her," he said, "Have you ever licked out another girl?"

Alice blushed, but shook her head, "I once kissed a girlfriend and also we..." she stopped and swallowed hard, "We m-masturbated each other but that was all. It was a game. You know dares we were playing with our boyfriends."

Paul smiled at her he looked amused and that made Alice uncomfortable and excited in a strange sort of way. "You have masturbated yes? Well you should know what you liked then and you should try and stimulate those spots in little Hanna with your tongue."

Alice licked her lips, the taste couldn't be worse than piss and dog food and she knelt by her sister she slowly pressed her face into the cunt, and took a lick. The first thing she tasted was the coppery taste of blood then the taste of her sister. She felt her own cunt begin to flow as she worked her tongue around the small cunt. She moved it over the tiny clit and Hanna moaned with pleasure again and Alice kept it up. It wasn't long before the child gasped as her tiny body racked with orgasms again.

Alice stopped and looked up at Paul, "She has cummed master do you want me to continue."

"No pet, and you are a good girl for asking."

Alice gave him her best please fuck me now I'm willing smile, but he didn't seem interested. Instead he leant over and picked Hanna up and waited until she stood by her own, "Now Hanna I want you to brush your teeth okay?"

The girl nodded, and picked up the toothbrush.

Paul finally turned to Alice, "Do you know what I would like to see?" he asked.

"No Master," played Alice.

"I want to watch you masturbate, here, do it now, and don't stop until you cum, and I will know if you fake it. I've been watching little girls for long enough to figure it out."

Alice blushed again, where she was knelt she took one hand and started to squeeze her small tits and with the other she stroked it down her body into her pussy. She was so hot that to finally have the stimulation she wanted was a dream, as her fingers started to work she gave a scream, as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had racked through her body. When the waves of pleasure finally went she was shot a back into reality and held her hands over her face in embarrassment. Something inside occurred to her that it was rather silly to be embarrassed in front of this man who had fucked her sisters and her mother... and herself in every hole. The same man whose piss she had been drinking for the last two days. She looked at Paul, who frowned and said, "That was quick."

Alice caught her breath. Would he think she faked it would he punish her for it? He moved to her and put his hand into her drenched cunt and laughed at her. He sat back and laughed, "I don't fucking well believe it," he said, "You fucking twisted slut."

Alice was confused, "I'm sorry master," she said trying to cut her losses.

"You sorry. You should be but not to me. Think about what Hanna and Beth are going through and your enjoying it." He accused.

"I'm not," cried Alice her head sunk into her hands and she started to cry, "It's not my fault!" she screamed, "It's you. I was fine until that fucking shower. No until you put that hook through my clit that's what did it."

Paul shook his head, "Don't bullshit yourself girl you're loving this," he said.

Alice just cried and refused to look up he had done something to her, it was the tablet he'd given her, but even her shame was getting her excited again. The tablets yes it had to be, "You drugged me," she said.

Paul smiled wickedly at her, "How about I whip you I bet you'd like it," he giggled.

Alice shrunk back not through fear of the whip but the fear of what he said, he was right.

"But I've got a nasty little punishment I'm sure you'll enjoy instead." He picked up the dildo and then the tube of toothpaste. Squeezing a generous amount into his hand he started to work it in. "Considering you like being a slut so much I want you to fuck yourself with this."

Alice took the dildo covered in the white paste, she knew just what it would do if she put it in her cunt. It was strong toothpaste and burned her mouth. Alice swallowed and moved the dildo to her cunt and quickly pushed in. It felt cold to begin with but only for a second. Then it started to sear her cunt. It felt like someone had filled her up with petrol and was burning her insides. She screamed and tried to pull the dildo out.

But Paul grabbed her hand preventing her from removing it. He started to work it into the teenager. Alice cried and tried to pull away but he kept hold of her so she tried to get his hands away.

She was in more pain that she could imagine. Paul finally grinned at her and let go of the dildo. Quickly Alice pulled it out. But the burning stayed with the same ferocity. Alice grunted with pain and started to beg, "Oh god I'm sorry please stop it please. I can't take it YOUR KILLING ME."

"I bet your not enjoying it now are we?"

"No oh god no please stop it."

"I can't" said Paul.

"Oh GOD PLEASE."

She heard him giggling at her plight and Alice threw herself against the man her limbs flailing uselessly against his frame.

"Please stop hurting Alice," pleaded Hanna.

Alice stared at her little sister and saw her hit the floor hard, struck by Paul. "Shut up bitch or I'll start hurting you."

Hanna screamed and made a run for the corner of the room, where she crouched into a small ball. Paul turned back to Alice, "What now, darling, suggest a nice punishment or I'll start on her,"

Alice came.

She gasped and her body shook from the orgasm born of pain, brought out of the burning in her cunt. "Please whip me I need to pay my sisters back," it was out before she realised she'd said it, Alice bit her tongue, she'd just ASKED to be WHIPPED.

Paul was laughing again, he walked to the door and opened it. He reached out for his clothes and took his belt. Alice squirmed on her feet the pain was seeping away but it still burned what replaced it shocked her.

Paul doubled over the thick leather and snapped it, Alice felt somewhat relived and somewhat disappointed that he wasn't going to use the buckle again. Her head swum she didn't know weather to run screaming or put her hands behind her head and beg him to whip her. As the thought struck her she came, the orgasm rippled through her body. She took a moment to calm down and stood up she put her hands behind her head. Paul just looked at her Alice still caught up in the thrall of her desires and confusing, asked, "Please master whip me I deserve to be punished."

Paul grinned happily at his girl, "Where do you want to be hit?" he asked.

The girl turned around with her back to Paul and said, "My legs."

Paul landed several quick blows onto the girl's already bruised legs. She yelled and cried but he pain seeped from her legs it was just pleasure, "My ass," she cried one time and Paul moved up and started to beat her ass. The pain was bittersweet it was like a drug each fix took her further into the dark void of forbidden pleasure, "My back!" she screamed and cried with each blow the pain was too much not to but she came several times each orgasm more powerful than the last. The girl turned around, and Paul rained the blows on her flat stomach, "My tits," she cried. The pain was too much but it was so sweet, so powerful. Alice became lost there was no more pain Hanna and Beth ceased to exist and the man before her wasn't her mothers murderer.

"My Cunt oh please master whip my cunt,"

The pain exploded her cunt the burning and now the lashes of the whip brought her over the top and she launched into climax, her body crumpled and she hit the floor in a fit of pleasure each orgasm led to another.

Alice lay on the floor gasping in air and moaning loudly from the burning in her cunt. She felt his lips enclose her still lost in pleasure and pain she opened her mouth and searched out his tongue with her own. She caressed the mans tongue with sweet kisses and broke off and managed to gasp, "Oh fuck me please."

"You must be fucking kidding," that broke the spell, Alice looked up at her rapist, and he continued, "You've got toothpaste up your cunt do you know how much that stuff burns," he laughed at her.

Alice screamed. The burning had died to a low throb but it still hurt. She curled up on the floor and watched Paul grab Hanna from the corner, and drag to the centre of the room.

Hanna screamed and begged as Paul pinned her to the floor and pushed his cock back inside the child's cunt. The screams grew more desperate as Paul fucked her hard. Alice needed to be fucked but was denied, and was 'forced' to watch the rape of her baby sister. She could have turned away or closed her eyes but she just lay there in agony and gazed on jealously as Paul grunted and came into her cunt.

Paul stood up and stretched. "You may have the cum," he said to Alice, "But if the little bitch fucking cums I'll punish her."

"Thank you master," gasped Alice and moved forwards to put her face into her sister's cunt.

*****

Paul closed the door to the holding room and slumped against it. Alice was inside with little Hanna and they would now have to wait for him to return. He could hardly believe that he'd picked up such a perfect masochist. In the past he'd picked up girls who'd got off from what he did to them even a few who had enjoyed it right up until he'd got board and killed them, but never someone like this.

Nobody on their second day had ever given in like that girl had. Masochists are far more entertaining to torture than other people, because they can take far more. Pain that would cripple a normal person would excite a good masochist. Paul loved testing the limits of such a girl and surpassing them; he was going to enjoy fucking around with this girl.

Paul glanced down at his watch and frowned, it was nearly noon, and he needed to find Anne before her lunch break was over. Swearing loudly he rushed to pull his clothes back on. Grabbing the keys to his bike and a small stout stick, he left the house.

*****

Alice crouched in the cell; she sat sorting through the emotions in her mind. She couldn't believe what she had done but the red welts that he'd raised on her skin were an attractive sight to her, she thought she looked good with them. Her cunt still burned but the toothpaste had sent it numb and it was just throbbing.

Alice shook the feeling from her; this was all new to her. Or kind of. The force of her orgasms still racked her body or at least the memory of them. She found herself wishing that Paul would come back. "What you doing?" asked Hanna.

"Just wondering," muttered Alice.

"Can you give me one of those things again?"

"What things?" asked Alice absently.

"You know when you licked my thing."

Alice lost her thought and her head shot up she was about to shout at the girl when she realised that the child had no way to know what she was asking. Alice shook her head, "No I can't not yet. I have to wait until that man lets me do it. If I give you one now he will come back and punish us."

"Don't you want to be punished? You did earlier."

"Shut up Hanna just be quiet I've got to think," said Alice.

Hanna closed her mouth.

Alice sat in silence and thought, but her mind refused to stay in one place, it drifted off to the park near where she lived. She wished she were there now and running free. Alice loved to run when she had things on her mind Alice found no better cure than to run a few miles. But she wasn't there she was here and there was nothing else to do but to think. She laid down in the centre of the cage and stared through the chicken wire at the ceiling and something occurred to her. She sat up and her head never touched the top. Alice smiled, bent her legs and started to do sit-ups. She needed something to take her mind from pain of the torture and the thrill of it.

The door to the General Practice opened silently as Paul pushed it. His trainers made no noise as she stepped onto the polished wooden floor. Paul glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was five to twelve. Paul looked across at the receptionist and smiled. When the fifteen-year-old girl allowed her attention to be diverted from the newspaper she looked up at him. The girl swallowed hard and stared straight at him Paul could see her hand shaking as she lifted it to brush her hair from in front of her eyes.

Poor Becky looked like she wanted to run, but she just stood there staring down at the papers trying hard to look normal.

Paul looked around the small waiting room. There was a glass topped table with a chrome frame sat in the centre with a dozen blue padded chairs. Piled on the table and under it were ancient copies of magazines with battered and torn covers. There was a single girl sat in there a young teen of perhaps fourteen looking very nervous. Her hands were clasped together tightly and she glanced up at the clock every few seconds.

A middle-aged man walked from the corridor that led to the doctor's office he looked rather smug with himself. He spoke with Becky and she handed him a sheet of paper and he left. Becky crossed the room and tapped the waiting teen on the shoulder, "Kathy," she said, the girl looked up, "You can go in now."

The girl nodded several times and took a nervous sigh and got to her feet. She walked down the corridor where the man had just appeared. Once the girl had entered the doctors office, Becky turned to Paul still stood in the doorway waited for him to speak.

Paul approached her and gave her his nicest smile although it did nothing to calm the girl down, "Is she in?" he asked her.

"Yes but..." the girl started, she spoke with the most incredible lisp.

"I know she's got a patient in there. I'll wait until you lock up for lunch."

"Of course,"

Paul squeezed her shoulder as he touched the girl she recoiled. Paul laughed and took a seat in the waiting room. Becky was Anne, his cousin's stepdaughter and one of the reasons he'd managed to keep Anne under his thumb for so long. Becky was very pretty even bordering on beautiful, with her sleek frame well-defined bone structure. She was five six in height with long black hair but pale skin, and high cheekbones; her eyes were so dark it looked almost eerie string into pools of coal outlined by the striking contrast of the whites. Her 34C breasts complemented her slim almost athletic body.

Becky wore a crisp clean white blouse and a navy blue skirt that came just above her knees. She drifted back behind the counter but her eyes stayed glued to Paul, she flinched every time he moved. Behind this exterior lurked a rather devious mind; this girl knew exactly what she could get any male to with only a simple smile. Tough luck for them really.

Paul sat and placed his bag under the chair. He grabbed a ten-year-old copy of Fishermen's Weekly, and started to read. But it wasn't long before the teen bust from the doctor's office and ran from the building in a flood of tears. Paul chuckled as the Becky tried to catch her, but she was gone before Becky was even out from behind the counter. Sighing Becky set about locking up for lunch.

"Friend of yours?" Paul asked.

"Yes, she thinks she's pregnant."

"Well it seems quite obvious that she is."

Becky nodded and pulled down the blinds. She was a good girl, and knew exactly what was required of her. Despite this she stood staring at the blinds for several moments before taking a deep breath and turned around to look at Paul, who grinned at her, "Come here pet," he said.

Becky shifted slowly forwards and came stand in front of him. Paul lifted his hand and started stroke her cheek, the girl was shaking visibly but it increased every time he touched the teen. Paul shifted his cock was pressed against his jeans again and was getting more and more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm back and delivered a hard slap to the girls face. The girl cried out and clutched her face, but looked straight back up at him. "That's because you're a bitch," he laughed, "Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

The girl did just as she was told. Paul landed another slap on her cheek, then another, in all he slapped her across both cheeks a dozen times making her cheeks a brilliant red colour that stood out like a sore thumb against her almost white skin. The girl let out small cries of pain and had to make a visible effort not to scream.

Paul reached for his bag placed it on a chair. He opened it and pulled out a stick, which was the only thing in the bag. It was only a foot and a half long but was as thick as a broom handle (it had once been part of a broom handle). Becky started to back away, her breathing had turned to sharp short breaths. "You can't please," she whispered.

Paul grinned at her, "Come on bend over the counter," he told her.

Tears started to flow but the girl did as she was told. That was why Paul didn't really like this girl, she would do ANYTHING, and it didn't matter what it was. There was absolutely no independence. Paul got board of his girls long before they got to the state that Becky was in. Of course it helped that Becky was a submissive by nature. About the only time she'd ever shown independent thought throughout the time that Paul had known her was when she'd told Paul that she hated him. Then again Anne hated Paul more than anybody alive so she probably got that from her. Not that she wouldn't have learnt it anyway.

Paul walked to the girl bent over the counter; her obvious fear of him was a direct result of torture. It was a nasty trick he'd played on her, but immense fun.

Paul lifted the girl's skirt over her ass, she wasn't wearing any knickers of course. Her ass was a myriad of red welts and cuts over deep blue and purple bruises. "It looks like you've been a bad girl," said Paul.

He squeezed her ass and got a wince from the girl. He laughed and gave her an unmerciful blow across her ass. The girl bit on her own hand to stop herself screaming. Paul laughed and delivered another nine blows. The girl didn't scream, but she came close several times. "Stand up," Paul told her once he finished.

The girl stood and turned to Paul. Tears flooded down her cheeks, and a trail of blood ran down her chin. Paul reached for her hand and lifted it so he could see. A large bite mark placed just above her thumb on her left hand was the source of the blood. "You should get this looked at," he told her, "Now out with your tongue."

The girl stuck out her tongue. Paul loved this girls tongue. It was a mass of scar tissue and a big factor, in her lisp. Small round scars covered most of it, some new some old. She couldn't taste very much anymore of course but then what the girl, has had put in her mouth, Paul wondered if she was thankful for it. Paul took the girls tongue into his mouth, the girl, complied and started to kiss back. It felt strangely smooth in his mouth. The girl had a faint taste of piss on her breath so he pulled off.

"I've got a new girl," he told her, "You'd like her, I might let you meet her, how does that sound."

"Good master," she said.

Paul laughed and left the girl there. That would have been her answer if he'd asked her if she wanted to swallow molten lead. Of course he wouldn't kill this girl, it just wasn't worth it, he had too much to loose, besides he really did need Anne.

Paul pushed open the door to see Anne sat behind her desk smoking a cigarette. The room wasn't a large one about ten foot by twelve, the large black desk was sat in the centre of the room and was piled high in paper, a computer and an old dot-matrix printer sat on the right-hand side. Other than two chairs sat in front of the desk for patients, the only other things in the room was a large grey filing cabinet and an eye chart on the wall. Most of the real examinations happened in the room across the hall.

The woman looked up and swore under her breath. She hurriedly put the cigarette out, and stood up. Anne was a short woman standing just under five-foot, she was slim with dark hair that was tied up in a ball on her head. Perhaps the most striking feature on the otherwise small woman was her huge tits. They were so disproportional to the rest of her frame that, you just had to stand and stare and wonder just how it was possible.

The woman brushed down her plain blue dress as Paul approached. Paul wrapped his arms around her and shoved his tongue down her throat. This woman was nothing like Becky, she was wholly unresponsive and although she made no effort to stop it she made no sign that she even knew he was kissing her.

Paul reached down and lifted her dress until it was around her waist. Like Becky the woman wasn't wearing any underwear. But her skin was significantly less marred than her stepdaughters. Any scars were years old, and the bruising was very old and mostly faded. Paul didn't play with this toy very much these days. Paul grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into him, pressing her stomach into the hard lump in his trousers. Using two fingers he started to work them into her asshole.

Anne grunted, against his mouth, but again didn't struggle. Paul was already board with her. She showed no reaction these days, she'd long ago accepted her fate. Paul pulled his fingers from her ass and then backed away from his cousin. He glanced down at his fingers, there were a few streaks of shit on them. Paul held them up and without comment; the woman took them in her mouth and started to suck them.

After several minutes Paul took his fingers from her mouth and sat down. "Sit down." He told her.

Anne sighed, and sat back down, "What do you want?" she asked.

Paul smiled at her, "Only a favour, I'll pay you back, don't I always."

The woman just kept quiet and waited for Paul to continue.

"I have three new ones I want you to take a look at,"

Anne, nodded, "I heard something on the news. Killing the mother and dumping her in the river that's a little clumsy of you."

Paul shrugged, "The stupid bitch shouldn't have got in the way besides having the body turn up there will only lead them off my trail. I'm not stupid there is NO evidence on her. I even cut the tips of her fingers off when she scratched me. I burned them."

Anne cringed, "I really don't know why you bother getting me to have a look at them, they end up dead anyway."

"For someone so smart you don't have too much sense do you. The longer I keep them alive the longer I can go without taking more kids off the streets. The less chance I'll ever get caught."

Anne nodded, "Makes sense I suppose. I guess you didn't think to bring me a blood sample of any of the girls."

Paul shook his head.

"I didn't think you would," she muttered, "You know one day you'll get your desserts and pick up a girl born with HIV. So tell me age and weight." The woman picked up a biro and tore off a piece of paper from the printer."

"Right," said Paul, "The youngest is six, very small, I think I might have damaged her while I fucked her because it left her unconscious all night. She's about forty six pounds. The second us nine, and maybe, sixty pounds, maybe sixty-five. She'll be in shock by the time we get back. I left her on my horse."

Anne shifted again. Paul could see it in her eyes that she was getting excited. She always did when hearing about girls in torture. "The last is fourteen, maybe ninety maybe a bit less."

Anne scribbled down the numbers in her 'doctors scrawl'; "You still feed them iron pills? How about antibiotics?"

"The iron pills yes, I don't use antibiotics."

"I told you this before, the antibiotics will stop infection getting them. Yes I know you like to keep them clean anyway but I also know what you like to do with girls and trust me you want to use antibiotics."

Paul sighed, "Well bring some and I'll feed the girls them. How about stimulants?"

Anne sighed, "Why not just feed them bloody caffeine pills."

"I don't care just bring something. You do this for me, I'll let you use Alice, that's the eldest. She's your type, a right slut."

Anne licked her lips, "I want the little one as well," she said.

"If you can get the middle one on her feet and sucking cock fine. I've got some stuff to get, I'll pick you up when you clock off."

Anne nodded.

"By the way how is, your mum."

Anne smiled, "Still rocking like she's twenty, in Berlin this week. She ran into your girlfriend."

Paul looked up, "Sharla? Damn I haven't even heard from her in a month. I wonder how she is?"

"Fine and looking a good as ever if my mum's to be believed."

"I hope I have as much energy as her when I'm her age," muttered Paul, "How is Becky?"

Anne went stiff, "You saw her as you came in I'm sure you had a chance to inspect her." She said tightly.

"Yes but I'm not the one whose sleeping with her."

"She's still in shock after the last time you spent time with her."

Paul smiled, "She asked for it. Besides you use the bitch as an ashtray what's a little heat to her."

"You fucking tortured her because of her lisp. You know very well, she can't help it."

"Yeah but I needed some excuse to use my new soldering iron. You should have heard her scream." Paul laughed, "It was fun, she thought that I'd be like you she even forced my cock down her throat quite happily."

"Later," said Anne and she stood up.

"No," said Paul standing to meet her, "Sit."

Anne gave an audible groan and sat down. Paul reached forwards and tore her blouse open. He didn't give a damn that she was at work. Despite her huge tits Anne didn't wear a bra, though only because Paul didn't allow it. Paul gripped both her nipples and simultaneously pulled and twisted them. The woman moaned quietly and gave the occasional pained gasp. Although she didn't like pain much, but had been treated this way for more than a decade and a half. She didn't move an inch.

"Right bitch, time for some fun. I noticed Becky has been punished not too long ago what did you use?"

"The cane is stood besides the filing cabinet," she said.

"Good first I'll use yours then I'll use my own," he said and placed the piece of broom handle onto the desk. He went over to the filing cabinet to get the cane. It was a nasty thing four-foot in length and almost quarter of an inch thick. Paul flexed it and smiled at his cousin, "Okay rest your tits on the desk," he told her.

Anne silently stood up and crouched in front of the desk so that her breasts rested on the tabletop. Once in place she put her arms behind her back and closed her eyes. Paul stood over her and gently stroked each of the breasts with the cane trying to decide where to hit first. He gave wide grin and started to beat her tits.

*****

Alice absently stroked Hanna's hair, the child was fast asleep her head resting on Alice's lap. Alice however couldn't sleep. Not for lack of trying, or tiredness. Emotions and thoughts just kept running through her mind, it wouldn't be so bad if she knew Beth was alive, but even that comfort was denied her.

So she just sat there staring at the door willing it to open. Strangely she didn't know what she would welcome more, the cops to burst in, or for Master to walk in. It didn't matter all she wanted was for it to open she needed something anything to take her mind from her own problems and force it to something else.

Images of her mother kept drifting into her thoughts followed by those of Master at his happiest. While he was torturing them. The images conflicted and merged, Alice was sure she would go mad if the door didn't open soon. Then it did.

First Beth stumbled in; she looked pale, and tired. She stumbled against the wall and looked up at the cage with glazed eyes. If she saw Alice or Hanna she didn't show it. Something was different though the girl wore a pair of knickers. Alice wondered why that was but the thought was quashed when Beth was followed in by a woman in a black skirt and a white blouse open at the front exposing her huge tits that were covered in red welts and bruises. She carried a large bag that was evidently filled to the brim.

A light of hope glimmered inside Alice, not that she was going to be rescued but rather that the woman had come to hurt her. The image was a fleeting one, and was soon expelled as Master followed the woman in. "She'll be fine," said the woman, "the cuts should heal in a day or two, and so should her cunt if you can refrain from fucking her."

Master nodded, "Okay, those two are all yours, I've got some work to catch up on, and I'll see you later," he handed the woman a bunch of keys and left the room, shutting the door behind him. The woman locked the door and then went over and opened the cage. First she made Beth get in and then turned to Alice, "Right wake her up and get out,"

Alice gently shook Hanna awake, it took several moments for the child to wake enough to listen to Alice. "Come on we've got to get out of the cage," she said.

"I want to go home," moaned Hanna.

"Shh, not yet," said Alice.

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