Paul sighed and quickly went to his room to get changed, he had a football game to play.

Becky stood facing the brick wall, naked except for a pair of four-inch heeled, red leather shoes. Her calves burned, and her back ached. But it was her feet, squashed into a pair of shoes a size too small that hurt the most. Yet she dared not move, Becky stood motionless staring at the wall.

Becky had no idea of the time, apart from when she'd first stripped down it had been two o'clock in the afternoon and now it was getting dark. She hadn't managed to stay standing for the whole time, and had taken frequent breaks, but they had been quick because if Paul caught her sitting there was no telling what he would do.

Her body still held the scars from her last visit, and would hold many of them until she died, even if she lived until she was a hundred. Becky felt a twinge of fear creep into her stomach; her Mistress had told her that Paul wouldn't kill her, but Becky wasn't sure if her Mistress was just trying to calm her nerves. Or trying to convince herself or both.

The sound of stones crunching behind her drew Becky's attention back to the world. Her heat began to race, but Becky didn't turn around. Paul would punish her if she turned around. It might not even be Paul at all, that thought had haunted Becky all day, it might be someone who'd been watching her stand naked, and he was coming to rape her. Becky found herself excited by that thought, even though she had never been attracted to men, the thought of being dominated and hurt always turned Becky on.

She didn't move, she was a slave and slaves always obeyed orders. Especially if those orders came from Paul, Becky had no intention of trying his patience, she was his property, and he would dispose of her if she proved too troublesome.

Somebody touched her ass, and with both hands was squeezing the white globes of flesh, Becky didn't move. The touch hurt, she realised she must have got sunburn during the hours of staring at the wall.

The hands slowly moved up her back and ran gently over the scars that littered her flesh, then her assailant placed a light kiss on the back of her neck. Becky's heart leapt, this couldn't be Paul.

"Have you been waiting long?" the voice was Paul's.

Becky sighed, it was Paul, then her heart started to race again. It was Paul! "Since two o'clock," said Becky.

"That's almost seven hours," Paul laughed, "fuck me you must be patient, you got a book hidden somewhere? To be honest I completely forgot you were coming over tonight."

He had forgotten, Becky felt her heart sink, he had forgotten. She could be at home with her Mistress instead of in the company of this madman, "No master I don't have a book."

"Turn around let me look at you," he ordered.

Slowly Becky turned to face her owner. Paul leant down and placed his mouth hers, Becky parted her lips and kissed back hoping to that he wouldn't find something wrong, some excuse to hurt her. She could smell drink on his breath.

"Well my little slut what shall we do with you?"

Becky knew the question wasn't directed at her so made no attempt to answer.

"Have you sat down at all since you've been standing here?"

Becky lowered her head, "Yes master, a few times."

"I see, you do realise I am going to have to punish you for that?"

"Yes Master."

Excitement and fear was building inside of Becky, her chest felt tight, and her pussy wet. She couldn't decide whether to cum or to run.

"Put your hands behind your head," instructed Paul.

Becky felt a tinge of relief, if he was going to punish her out here it wouldn't be too bad. A little painful but Becky liked a little pain. She put her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest guessing that Paul's intentions would be directed towards her ample breasts.

Instead his hand went to her cunt. Becky groaned as three fingers were pushed inside her soaking hole. "For somebody who doesn't like men," Paul said, "You make one fuck of a good job being excited for me."

Becky kept quiet, it wasn't Paul that excited her but the prospect of what he was going to do to her. He pulled his hand from her cunt. Paul took hold of her nipples and pulled her tits forwards, Becky leant back a bit further to help stretch her own jugs for her owner. The pain burned behind each nipple, and it felt good. She looked down at her stretched out breasts, that only a few months before had been flawless unmarked skin. Now cuts, scars, whip marks, and burns decorated nearly every inch of them. Paul smiled at her, "They do look nice don't they. I'm going to add to your collection here, I think, I'm feeling violent today, and your lucky I've got some new girls or it would be you who'd take the brunt of it." He said, and released her tits.

Fear finally overtook pleasure and Becky started to tremble. She didn't dare to speak out of turn. Just started at Paul wondering just what he had planned for her.

Paul opened the front door and walked in.

All Becky could do was limp after him. She closed the door and hurried as quickly as possible into the living room. Paul lounged on the sofa, holding the remote control. The TV was on and it showed a scene taken on a surveillance camera. There was a steam filled shower room, a girl was slumped against the wall, she made no obvious movements, behind her steaming water was shooting both from the floor as well as from the showerhead. "Is this a film?" asked Becky.

Paul smiled, "You could say that, but no, at least not yet, it's a camera in my cellar. Do you think she's dead? I mean she's being held up by her throat."

Becky didn't say anything and just stared at the screen. Was she dead? She certainly wasn't moving. Although Becky knew he killed the girls he kidnapped, she had never seen one dead. The girl jerked and her feet scrambled against the floor to right herself.

"Ah," said Paul, "I guess not. Now lets see, the keys are on the table, I want you to go to the store cupboard in the cellar and get me," he paused for a moment, "Oh I don't know, there should be a long thin cane down there. Kind of looks like it's made from wire. That should make you scream I think, go and get that."

"Err, yes master."

"While you are down there if you want to have a look at her I'll understand, she is pretty. Remind her that her feet are outside of the circle." Becky took the keys from the coffee table and headed for the cellar. As soon as the door opened a scream met her. Becky shivered, she walked inside and closed the door behind her. The air was hot and humid, and the stairs a little damp. Careful of her four-inch heels Becky made her way down the steps.

Blocking out the noise of the screams, Becky walked as fast as her aching legs, and feet would let her. When she reached the store cupboard she was forced to lean against it for a few moments to let the pain in her calves come down to a more bearable level. Becky opened the cupboard and looked straight at where the canes lay in a stack. The cane Paul was on about was quickly evident. It was about four-foot in length, very thin and made from what Becky guessed was steel, but it was surprisingly springy. Becky took it and down and turned it around in her hand. This one was really going to hurt. With her fingers clutched on the steel cane she headed towards the screaming.

The shower room was thick with steam, the screaming had stopped by the time Becky got there, but she could hear sobbing. A beautiful girl leant against the wall, "Your feet aren't in the circle." Becky said.

The teen's had shot up, and in a rasping voice she said, "Who are you?"

Becky put the cane on the floor and walked into the steam filled room, she moved close enough to see the girl properly. She had to move around the two jets of water, to get close enough. The water was obviously very hot and Becky had no desire to scold her already sunburnt flesh any further. "I'm Becky. I'm in the same position as you."

The girl gave a smile, Becky felt her heart flutter, this girl was beautiful, "Yes he is the master, my fucking back is hurting and my cunt feels like I've got hot coals in it." She spoke almost in a whisper.

Becky knew the feeling when her throat was so raw from screaming it hurt to breath, "My back hurts, I was stood outside in the sun all day with no clothes. My legs hurt and my feet are killing me."

"Outside? Why didn't you run away, he wouldn't be able to catch you."

"Because if I ran away he'd kill my mistress. Don't worry about it, I can't run away because I would die if I couldn't be with my mistress. And my mistress is his property. Which means I'm his property."

"Mistress?"

Becky smiled, "You met her last night."

"The doctor? She hurt Hanna," said the girl, "She's only six, and she hurt her. I hate her."

"Hanna, is that your sister? Shit I'm sorry. I can't help what I feel. Do you think I like being beaten and burned by fucking Paul."

"Why not," muttered the girl, "I do. I-I think I love him."

Becky shivered, a deep sense of pity welled up inside her, she could feel the bile rise in her throat, this girl didn't know her fate, "I've really got to go, he's going to give me a beating of a lifetime as it is."

"Is he pissed off with me?"

"He's been nice to me so far, and considering nice is him beating my cunt until I pass out, I really wouldn't want to be here if he's pissed off, and looking at the state of you. God I'll talk to him, shit he is going to hurt me for this, I've got to go. You understand, and please try and stay in the circle."

"I can't get there, but I'll try," whispered Alice.

Becky left the room and picked up the cane again, she rubbed the tears from her eyes and headed back to Paul.

Paul was watching the news. There was a photograph of the teen, along with two younger girls. The picture blinked off and the newsreader started on the next story. Paul switched off the TV and turned to Becky, "How is she?" he asked.

"What did she do Master? To deserve that?"

Paul shook his head, "Nothing. I just felt like it, she deserves it because she's a pretty fuck slave."

Becky looked down, "If I ask you something will you punish me?" she asked.

"Most probably if you have to ask that."

"If you would please master, could you I don't know, let her have a rest, she's in a bad state. She told me she loved you."

Paul smiled, that smile made Becky shiver, he looked amused, "I've got plans for that fuck toy, and I need you to help, she'll have plenty of time to rest afterwards. Now no more chit-chat, give me the cane. Now lay back on the chair, spread your legs as wide as you can I want to make this hurt. Put a cushion over your face but be careful not to smother yourself because if you die I'll have to kill Anne as well and I'm sure that you don't want that."

"No master," said Becky.

Becky walked over to the armchair and lay down. She raised her legs up and spread them wide. She pulled a cushion from beside her and pulled it tight over her face. Her eyes screwed shut and her entire body tensed. She knew if she dared shut her legs she'd be punished even more.

She heard the sharp thwack before she felt it, but the pain came almost instantly after. It rippled through her body. All Becky could do was to tense her legs and scream.

The blows came at a slow methodical pace though where they hit seemed to be completely random. Whether it was her cunt thighs or ass that took the blow. Her cunt and legs were engulfed in agony.

Finally they stopped, a hand took the cushion and pulled it away, and Becky gasped in air. She looked through her tear-blurred eyes at her Master. In his hand he held the cane. His clothes were stained in flecks of blood.

It vaguely occurred to Becky that it was her blood, she forced herself to sit up so she could look at her cunt. She stared at the cut and bruised flesh between her thighs. It was torn up and bleeding a lot. What was strange was that it didn't hurt anymore.

"You're bleeding on my chair," said Paul.

Becky looked at him, he looked odd, her vision went black.

*****

Paul laid one unconscious teen on the floor and turned to the other. The water was now off, and Alice hung against the wall, her breaths were short and rasping due mostly to her airway being blocked by the collar. Paul grabbed her hair and lifted her head to relive some of the pressure from her airway and allow the blood to flow from her head. He unlocked the collar. He dragged the girl across the floor and laid her next to Becky.

Reaching into his pocket Paul took out two vials of smelling salts and snapped them under the girls' noses. Becky was quick to wake, and stared up at Paul with a look of discomfort and pain on her face. The physically and emotionally exhausted, Alice took several minutes and at least a dozen slaps on the face to wake her up fully.

She stared up at him, tears dripping from her eyes and a nasty red mark across her cheek. She said nothing, just stared at Paul. "Is it true you told Becky you love me?" he asked in his most sincere voice.

The teen turned her head to look at Becky and then looked up at Paul, and nodded.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking talk ever!" Paul shouted into her face.

Alice stared up at Paul, "Master I."

Paul struck the teen on the face with his fist and the girl's head hit against the floor hard. Alice cried loudly. Paul stood up and kicked Alice in the side producing a loud scream from the teenager. "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted and kicked her again in the same spot, "Get the fuck up both of you." Paul kicked Alice again. She screamed.

The two girls slowly climbed to their feet. "You're going too fucking slow," he said and grabbed Alice by the hair, he pulled her up and punched her in the stomach. Alice folded forwards, with a noiseless cry. Paul to slam his fist into Becky's stomach. Becky cried out and lent forwards.

The two girls with renewed vigour hurried to their feet. They stared at him waiting for what he would do next. "Follow me," he said.

Paul led the two girls down the hallway, and down a short set of steps. The hallway opened out into a single large room with eight doors leading out of it. The room was empty except for a cement mixer sat against the east most wall and a large chest freezer against the west most wall.

The Cement mixer stood still with a single bag of cement sat next to it, a lead trailed under the door. The large door to the freezer leant open against the wall. Paul headed over to the freezer and leaning behind it flipped the switch. A quiet buzzing could be heard coming from it and Paul dropped the lid down. He then walked over to the third door in and pushed it open. Inside the room was dark, Paul reached on the wall on his right and flipped the switch. After a few seconds the light flicked on. "Right down you go," Paul said.

The two girls walked in past Paul and down a set of stairs into a completely empty eight by twelve-foot room. The only remarkable thing about the room was that instead of the polished stone floor of the rest of the cellar, this room had a loose earth floor. "Alice pick a spot, and start digging, I want a hole big enough for you to lay down in, and a few foot deep. Becky you help her dig it. I'll be back in a few moments with something to eat and I want to see you started by then." Paul shut the door and locked it.

He chuckled to himself. He headed for the 'holding room' stopping only to get a bucket from the store cupboard; he was going to fix something for the bitch whores to eat.

Paul pushed open the door to the holding room, and stepped in. Beth quickly scurried to the rear of the cage, but Hanna stayed where she was sat near the front of the cage, she was humming a tune softly to herself, but when she looked up at Paul she stopped, and started at him.

Paul smiled at the girls, "Come on now both of you get out here."

Both girls just sat staring at him.

Paul sighed, and walked over to the front of the cage. He slipped a small key into a small hole in the top corner of the cage. Then repeated it with the other corner. He took a few steps back and let the front of the cage fall to the floor. Toy's often refused to leave their cage. Paul crouched down in front of the cage, and Hanna shrank back into the corner next to Beth. "If I have to take the top off this fucking cage, I will be pissed off so I suggest you both get out here now."

The two pre-teens looked at each other, then both turned and crawled towards Paul. As soon as they were in arms length, Paul grabbed both of them by the hair and dragged them out. The two children screamed as Paul pulled them to their feet. "Don't you ever do that again!" he shouted at them.

Paul turned around pulling the children with him. He then walked forwards between the girls twisting their hair so that he could put his arms down and dragged the two screaming children along behind him out of the holding room and down the hall. All the while both girls screamed at him to stop, but Paul ignored the pleas.

Paul dragged Hanna and Beth into a small room, the only thing inside the room was a long bench about three and a half-foot from the ground, it extended four-foot back to the wall, and was six foot wide. Attached to the wall were several sets of handcuffs spaced a foot apart.

Paul threw the two children against the bench. They both hit the wood hard and fell to the floor, in tears. Paul moved forwards and grabbed Beth by the arm. He lifted her up and forced her over the bench where he chained her hands to a pair of cuffs. The child was just tall enough to stand of the tips of her toes.

Paul reached down and lifted Hanna from the floor and cuffed her next to her sister. Hanna wasn't tall enough and her feet were left off of the floor she cried loudly, and whimpered several words though Paul couldn't understand her sobbed pleas. "Shut up." He shouted at them.

The two children fell silent, but for faint sobs and sniffs.

"Right you two little sluts. I was going to be nice and let you go to the toilet, but being the stupid little fuck whores you are, you decided to disobey me. So you are going to be punished," Paul said.

Paul quickly left the room, to go to the store cupboard to get two ball gags, and a cat-o-nine tails. He selected a whip with long thick tails that promised to do damage to the smooth soft skin of the pre-teen fuck toys. Paul considered to going back to the holding room to grab his bucket, but he wanted to see the children squirm now, so he grabbed another one from the store cupboard. Paul smiled to himself, and carried the things back to the trembling and crying girls.

Paul put the whip on the bench between the girls. When Hanna saw the cat she screamed, "No!" she cried, "Please don't hit me! Not with the cat."

Paul reached down and grabbed Hanna by the hair. He pulled her head back and she screamed. Paul pushed the rubber ball of the gag between her teeth. This gag was designed for small children so easily fitted Hanna's mouth. Paul fastened the strap behind the girls head, and pushed her face into the wooden bench.

Paul grabbed Beth's hair. Her head came back and she let out a loud whimper but opened her mouth wide for the gag. At least this slut was learning something. Paul pushed in the ball and fastened the gag behind her head and let go of the child's hair. "Right, as Hanna guessed, I am going to whip you two disobedient sluts, and I'm adding an extra punishment because you are both cutesy little slave sluts."

Both girls let out muffled cries, Paul grinned his cock pressed hard against his jeans, and he wanted desperate relief, "Also," he added, "I'm going to fuck you both in the bum, and I'm doing that because I'm a bastard and I enjoy it."

Paul chuckled to himself and placed the bucket under Hanna's legs, if she had an accident which was pretty likely, he wanted to save her piss and shit. "Listen slut," he said, "If you kick this bucket over I'll kick you, so I suggest you don't move your legs too much." He then grabbed the cat.

Paul gently stroked the whip over Hanna's tiny plump bum, her back and her legs. If positioned right Paul could whip the child's entire body with one stroke of this whip. She wasn't in the position for that, but it didn't matter. As he pulled the whip away a thin stream of piss ran down the child's leg, it dripped into the metal bucket. She really did remember what this was like. "Hanna you stupid slut, what have I told you about pissing yourself. Remember what happened last time you did that, I am afraid you've earned yourself an extra punishment on top of what you are already going to get."

Paul lifted the whip above his head and brought it down across Hanna's back with as much force as he could muster. The scream was beautiful the child's body convulsed and her bowels released sending several lumps of shit into the bucket with a splash. Paul giggled, "Well fuck me girl you are a glutton for punishment. That's even more pain you've just earned yourself. Shit baby slut, I'm going to have to hurt you really bad now."

Hanna let out a loud moan.

Paul turned to Beth; he put his hand to down to her tiny ass and pushed a finger into the small hole. Beth groaned, and tried to pull her ass away. Paul pulled his finger out and gave the girl a rough slap on the ass with his hand. Beth gave a quiet yelp. Paul smiled and gently placed the whip on Beth's ass, he stroked it up her back, "And because I'm a bastard whatever I give baby Hanna you are going to get the same."

Beth moaned, Paul guessed that she was trying to say something, but couldn't understand what. Neither did he care. He lifted the cat and landed a hard blow across Beth's ass. Beth squealed into the gag.

Paul turned back to Hanna. He reached down between the six-year-olds thighs and forced two fingers into her tiny cunt. Hanna moaned and kicked her legs at him. Paul grinned and pulled his fingers out. He lifted the whip and swung it viciously against Hanna's ass.

Paul gave both the children ten vicious blows across their backs, ass, and legs. By ten both girls hung across the bench crying loudly. Paul grabbed Hanna's hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes didn't focus on him but rather just stared dreamily into space. Paul reached into his pocket and took out two vials of smelling salts. He snapped one under Hanna's nose, and slapped her face several times to bring her back to the world. She stared directly at him with big, blue, tear-filled, and bloodshot eyes. Paul smiled at her, "Now darling I want you to do your wee and poo into the bucket." He said.

Hanna grunted.

Paul sighed and unfastened the gag and pulled it from her mouth, "What was that?" he said.

"I can't sir, I've just been." Hanna mumbled.

Paul yanked back on Hanna's hair producing a loud cry from the child, "Listen to me you little fuck hole," he hissed, "I didn't want you to shit and piss then, I want you to do it now. You can either do it or I will whip you twenty more times. Is that clear slut."

"OW Yes!" cried Hanna.

Paul let go of the child's hair and picked lifted the whip up, "You've got twenty seconds. And my pet you've earned yourself another punishment on top of what you already have."

Hanna's tiny body tensed, after a number of seconds, a small trail of piss, ran down the child's leg and dripped from her toes into the bucket. She grunted and a single lump of shit squeezed from her ass and fell into the bucket. Paul smiled and stroked the child's hair, "I'm also going to whip you twenty more times, because you lied to me about not being able to piss and shit any more."

"What!" cried Hanna, "But I." the child trailed off into incomprehensible sobs.

"But that's for later darling so don't worry yet."

Paul grabbed the bucket and pushed it between Beth's legs, "Remember cunt on top of any punishment you get, you also get the same as Hanna."

Beth whined.

"And you've already earned yourself one punishment for that fucking noise." Said Paul, "Now I suggest you do you're shit and piss. Because you are older I'll give you five seconds to start. After five, I'll whip you for every two seconds until I'm satisfied you've done enough."

Beth whined again. Her body tensed, Paul smiled and took hold of the whip, "Five," he said, and started to whip the nine-year-old girl. The child screamed, and her legs flayed. Paul had to put his foot on the bucket to stop Beth from kicking it over. Finally after eight strokes of the cat, Beth pissed herself. The yellow liquid splashed into the bucket. Paul stopped and patted the child on the head, "What no shit?" he asked.

Beth moaned, and grunted. After a few seconds a long piece of shit squeezed itself from her ass and dropped into the bucket.

Paul smiled, "Ah there we go. You of course will be punished for lying to me."

Paul ran his hands over the Beths, ass, "I know that Alice and Becky are expecting their dinner but I suppose one fuck won't take too long," he said, and reached up to take off Beth's gag.

As soon as the ball left her mouth the child moaned, "Oh please stop hurting me," she sobbed.

Paul laughed, "I'm going to clean your bum with my fingers, and I want you to clean them off okay."

Beth moaned, "But that's disgusting."

Paul grabbed Beth's hair and pulled her head back, "Not as fucking disgusting as it will be to eat all of the shit from that bucket," he hissed, "You've got a choice clean your bum, or eat all of the shit in the bucket."

Beth screamed, "Okay, please I'll lick my poo from your fingers."

Paul shoved two fingers of his free hand between the girl's ass crack and scraped the remaining shit off with his fingers. He held the shit covered digits over Beth's face. The child started at them for a moment before opening her mouth. Paul smeared shit over the child's lips before putting his fingers into her mouth. Beth retched at the taste of her shit on her tongue but closed her mouth and started to suck. The child gagged, and choked on the bitter taste.

"Don't you dare be sick," warned Paul.

Beth moaned around his fingers. Paul held his fingers inside the child's mouth for several minutes. He pulled them from her lips and took a step back, "Now slut," he said, "I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Oh no!" cried Beth.

Paul unzipped his jeans and took his stiff cock in his hand; he placed the fat head against the child's tiny ass hole. He started to apply pressure to the tiny opening. Beth sobbed. She screamed when his cock finally forced its way into her ass hole.

Paul grunted, he pulled out a few inches and rising another cry from Beth forced it back in. He pounded at the sobbing child's ass for several minutes before he finally pulled out of her. He pointed his cock at the bucket and with a few strokes from his hand he shot his load across the piss and shit.

*****

The key turned in the lock, and for several moments the room was silent. Alice fell to her knees, her hands covered her face and she sobbed loudly, "Oh god, oh god," she cried.

Becky crouched by Alice and put her arm around the girl's shoulders, she wanted to say something to her, to comfort her but couldn't find the words.

Alice rested her head on Becky's shoulder, "Oh god, he's going to kill me. Oh god," she moaned. The teens body was shaking, "Oh fuck, he's going to kill me, I think I'm going to be sick."

Becky was feeling sick herself, if Paul was going to kill Alice then it was her who'd be made to watch. Maybe even to help in killing her, "Please don't be sick," she said, "He'll punish us for sure if your sick, and he'll make us eat it again."

"He's going to kill me!" Alice shouted.

Becky closed her mouth and hugged Alice. There was nothing else she could do, but she knew what they had to do, Becky took several deep breaths, "Come on, we've got to dig the hole."

Alice pulled away from Becky and glared at the girl, "He's going to kill me. Oh god he's making me dig my own grave. Oh shit. Why is he doing this?"

Becky knew the answer but that wasn't what Alice needed to hear, "He's trying to prove that you do love him," she said, "You told him you love him, and he wants to make sure you will do anything. Even dig your own grave. Yes."

Alice wiped her eyes, "Yes. That's it," she said, "He wants to make sure I'm obedient. That I am a good slave."

Alice put her hands into the dirt floor and started to scrape the earth away. Becky knelt next to her and helped. It was going to take a long time to dig a hole big enough, when all they had to dig with was their hands.

The two girls dug in silence for what seemed like forever but progress was slow, and the hole took a long time even to take shape. The key turned in the lock again and the door swung open. Paul entered carrying a large bucket in one hand, and a cat-o-nine tails in the other. He made his way down the steps and put the bucket down in front of them. From the smell alone it was obvious it was shit in the bucket, Becky had a feeling that this was their food for the evening.

"Okay," said Paul, "We're going to make this quick, I've got two gorgeous preteens, upstairs, and they both are in need of a good torture. Besides I've promised Hanna a bum fuck and I am quite eager to give it to her."

Alice let out a small cry.

"Don't worry pet, I'm going to hurt them badly but not as bad as I'm going to hurt you. Now both of you stand up in front of me."

The two teenage girls stood up and walked to Paul. They both stood in silence with their hands behind their backs.

"Okay, before dinner I want both of you to go to the toilet. Alice first do you need a piss or shit?"

Alice shook her head.

Paul struck out striking Alice across the tits with the cat. The teen screamed and hugged her chest with her arms. Becky cringed.

"Yes you do," said Paul.

Alice sniffed back her tears and shook her head.

Paul punched Alice in the stomach. Alice fell to the floor in a flood of tears. Becky took a deep breath, and looked down at the teen writhing on the floor. Paul stood over her and struck her with the whip several times. Each blow brought a new scream from Alice, and left dark red welts across the teens body. After around twelve strikes Paul threw the whip at Alice. The handle struck her back and bounced off. Paul raised his foot and kicked her in the ribs. He kicked the cowering girl five times. He reached down and grabbed Alice by the hair and pulled her to her feet, and up so that her face was level with his. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear," Paul shouted, and then spat into Alice's face, "You are going to take a shit and a piss. I've just had this conversation with both your sisters, and they are both the worse for wear because of it."

Alice tried to nod.

"Good, now, I want you to stand over Becky, she will open her mouth so you can put your filthy slut mess into her stomach. I want you to piss first."

Alice slowly got to her feet. She shuffled over to Becky and positioned herself over the girls face. She stood motionless for several moments, the only sound in the room, were small moans from Alice as she tried to force herself to piss.

Finally a tiny trickle of piss dripped from her cunt.

Paul snorted, "That isn't enough. You have five seconds to get a decent amount into Becky's toilet."

Alice gave a loud moan, but no more piss could be forced from her bladder. Alice gave a sudden scream as the whip cut across her back. Alice took a step forwards bashing her cunt into Becky's face, and then was dragged back by her hair. "Time's up slut. If I wasn't in such a hurry I'd torture you now, but I want to hurt your little sisters, so I suggest you take a shit now. If you fail to do so I swear I'll make Hanna eat nothing but shit until she dies."

Tears were flowing down Alice's face and she shuffled around to put her ass on Becky's face. Again she gave quiet groans as she tried to force, the shit out. After several minutes a small turd forced its way past her ass and dropped into Becky's mouth. Becky gagged, despite not being able to taste it. "Well you save your sister from a shit only diet," said Paul, "But that wasn't enough to save her from a diet of shit with every meal, and the complete re-digestion of all of her own waste."

"But I couldn't I can't." cried Alice.

"Talking is a third act of disobedience. It looks like I'm going to have to give you a few lessons on doing exactly what you are told." Paul said, "Becky your turn."

Becky stood up and looked at Alice. Alice glanced between Paul and the floor and sunk to her knees. She shuffled in front of Becky and put her mouth over the girl's cunt. Her cheeks started to bulge as Becky filled her mouth with piss. As Alice gulped it down piss dripped from her mouth and down her chest. When Becky finished she shifted around to place her ass over Alice's face.

Alice started at the sunburnt red flesh, then turned to look at Paul. She had a look of absolute disgust on her face. Paul grinned at her, "Make sure you eat every bit, an be sure to put your tongue in to lick her clean."

Alice turned back to Becky's bum and pushed her open mouth against the crack, Becky reached back and pulled her cheeks apart to allow better access. A large brown lump started to push from the hole. Alice let out a loud whine as it filled her mouth. Paul started to stroke his stiff cock as he watched Alice eat the shit from Becky's ass. The teen gagged at every bite from the bitter taste.

Finally Becky stopped pushing and Alice licked the crack clean. She turned to Paul; all the colour had drained from her face. Paul grinned, "Right slut whore Alice," he said, "As you may have guessed already, you are digging your own grave."

Alice looked at him with despair in her eyes.

"I've not decided if I want to kill you yet, but you have not lived up to my expectations so I've decided I'll give you one last chance. For the next few days I am going to torture you far more than you've ever imagined possible, you will think that eating shit out of this girls ass is a reward after what I'm going to do to you, and I am going to make you do nasty things to Hanna, and Beth. I mean really hurt them. If you please me over the next few days, I will let you live, but if you are disobedient in any way I'll kill you. I will not tell you whether you have pleased me or not until I come to kill you, so I suggest you just stay obedient. You watched me kill your mother so I assume you know I am not kidding." Paul said, he stayed quiet for a few moments just looking into the tear filled blue eyes. "Good, your fist order for this test, is not to fucking well talk."

"You might think that while I'm torturing you real bad you will not be able to stop yourself from talking. Well I don't give a shit. If you talk, I will hurt you. Plain and simple. Now Alice did you enjoy eating Becky's shit?"

Alice looked up and shook her head.

"Well that's a shame, because I'm not going to be nice to you, like the doctor has been nice to Becky here, I will not destroy your taste buds so you can't taste the stuff you are going to eat. So I suggest you get used to it because that is all you are going to eat. Maybe for the rest of your life." He pointed to the bucket, "There is your dinner, I want Becky to have some as well, and she can go first but most of it is for you Alice."

Alice started at the bucket, and screwed up her eyes. She bit her lower lip and cried. "Master," said Becky, "How much shall I eat sir?"

Paul smiled at Becky, "As much as you want. That is you will eat some but as little as you want. Alice will be punished for every gram she can't eat, but as long as you have at least one mouthful you have nothing to worry about."

Becky frowned and walked over to the bucket.

A heaving sound emerged from Becky's throat as she lowered her head into the bucket. "If you're going to be sick make sure it's in the bucket," muttered Paul.

Becky lifted her head out. Piss and shit clung to her face and her mouth made chewing motions. She opened her mouth briefly to show she had in fact taken a mouthful. She then closed her mouth and swallowed, "It's okay master," she said, "I just feel a little faint."

Paul nodded, "Well you'd better not have any more had you?" he said.

"No master," said Becky.

"Alice your turn. Make sure you eat everything in the bucket and lick it clean, I'm off to fuck Hanna up the ass," said Paul, "and Becky, I expect you to tell me if Alice either speaks again, or tries to get out of any punishment. If I find out you are lying to me I'll kill you instead of her."

"Of course master," said Becky.

Alice shuffled to the bucket and stared down at the filth. The teen looked up at Paul with tear filled eyes. She then lowered her head into the bucket. Paul smiled at his toys and collected the whip from the floor, where he'd thrown it earlier and left the room locking the door behind him.

Paul headed for where he'd left Hanna and Beth. The two pre-teen fuck toys were still tied across the bench. They both sobbed quietly, neither one made any sign that they knew Paul had entered the room. "Right pets," he said, "Are you both ready to do what you are told, or do I have to hurt you some more?"

"No!" cried Hanna, "Please don't hurt me."

"And Beth do you want to be hurt more."

Beth shook her small head.

"So," said Paul, "I take it you will do what you are told?"

"Yes," cried Hanna, "Don't hurt me!"

"Beth?"

"Please don't hit us any more," whined Beth, "I'll do what you tell me sir."

"Well," said Paul, "what I want is for Beth to lick baby Hanna's shitty ass clean so that I can fuck it. And once I've fucked Hanna's bum, I want you little baby slut to kneel with your mouth over my bum so I can poo into your mouth, and you will eat it all like the good slut you are."

The two children were silent for several moments, it was Beth that spoke first, "Please sir. I'll lick the poo from Hanna's bum, just don't hurt me."

"Well that's up to Hanna, if she wants to eat all of my shit, then I'll think about not hurting you."

"B-but," Hanna said, "You are going to hurt me, when you f-fuck my bum."

"Yes," said Paul, "It will really hurt, but I'll do it any way, and if you are bad, I'll double all the punishments you've already got. Which means Bethy gets all of her punishments doubled."

"P-please Hanna," cried Beth, "D-don't hurt me more."

Hanna started to sob again, "but why do I get hurt. Why do I have to eat your poo."

Paul moved over to he grabbed a handful of her yellow hair and yanked her head back, the child screamed, "Listen to me you little slut," he spat, "You've got the choice to have your ass fucked and to eat my shit. Or if you prefer I'll beat you around a little then fuck your ass and force my shit down your throat." Paul paused, "Then because you are a disobedient little cunt I'll hang you up and whip you. The both of you."

"Please Hanna," whined Beth.

Hanna sniffed, and nodded, "I'll do it sir. I'll let you f-fuck my bum, and I... I er I'll eat your, your p-poo."

Paul let go of the tiny slut's hair and smiled, "That's my toy." He said and gave her plump ass a squeeze.

He turned to Beth, "You are a good toy," he said, "and as a reward I'm putting you to bed as soon as I've fucked Hanna's gorgeous baby bum. I'll do you both some dinner, when I'm finished."

Beth let out a happy cry, "Oh thank you sir," she said.

"What about me?" whined Hanna, "When can I go to bed?"

"You were a naughty toy, and didn't say yes quick enough so I'm going to play with you and Alice and Becky tonight," said Paul.

"Whose Becky?" asked Beth.

Paul sighed, "Becky is the Doctors step-daughter, she's staying with us for a few days," Paul took his keys, "Now Bethany are you ready to eat your sisters shit?"

"Y-yes sir. It can't taste worse than my own can it?"

Paul shrugged, "I guess not," he said.

Paul reached across the bench and unlocked Beth's handcuffs. The child sighed. She stood up and rubbed her sore wrists. She looked at her sister still hung off the edge of the bench. Her eyes flickered to Paul then back to her sisters plump white bum. "Now Beth," said Paul, "I want you to pull her cheeks apart with your hands, so you can see all of her filthy mess, then you can put your face into her bum and lick it clean."

The nine-year-old girl moved behind her sister. Beth put her hands on Hanna's ass cheeks and slowly pulled them apart revealing the brown mess left from where Hanna had shit herself. Beth knelt down and stuck her tiny pink tongue between her lips and leant forwards to take a small lick. The child retched at the taste, and put her hand to her mouth. But without a word, She reached back to part Hanna's ass again. Beth took a deep breath and pushed her head in taking a long lick of her baby sisters shit encased asshole. Beth swallowed immediately and then heaved. She held both hands over her mouth breathing deeply through her nose. "Do you need a drink?" asked Paul.

Beth nodded.

Paul smiled and grabbed the nine-year-olds black hair, "Well open up."

Beth looked up at him in despair, "I..."

As soon as the child opened her mouth Paul shoved his stiff cock inside, "Don't waste any," he said and released his bladder into her mouth.

Beth's cheeks expanded but the child started swallowing the constant stream of piss. Some escaped her lips and flowed down her smooth pre- teen body. The child didn't look quite so ill once Paul had finished. He pulled his cock out and wiped the last few drops of piss from his cock with her hair. "You spilled some, but because you tried to get it all, I'll let you lick it up and I won't punish you until the morning."

Beth looked up at Paul and then down to the small puddle of piss between her knees. She shifted out of it and put her face into the yellow liquid. "Just move around a little Beth so I can get to Hanna's tiny bum."

Beth shifted around on her knees. Paul left the child to clean up her mess and positioned himself behind Hanna. Without warning he pushed his middle finger up the child's ass. Hanna cried loudly, "Ow!" she said, "Please don't fuck me."

Paul pulled his finger out, he reached around to the child's face and forced the finger between her lips. Hanna opened her mouth for him. "Do you know, that you begging me not to fuck you is really turning me on."

Hanna moaned around his finger. Paul took it out and took a step back to admire his pre-teen fuck toy. "I'm afraid baby slut that this is going to hurt."

Hanna let out an incomprehensible sob, and broke into a flood of tears. Paul moved forwards and parted her ass cheeks; he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat it onto her ass and used his fingers to work it into the tight hole. Paul took his hard cock and rested it at the tiny opening. He started to rub his organ over the child's asshole, "Now darling I suggest you relax a bit because it will hurt a lot more if you don't."

Hanna let out a loud whine but her asshole visibly relaxed. Paul smiled, "I tell you what if you are a really good girl and you don't scream, I'll let you have some ice-cream with your dinner."

"Really?" asked the child.

Paul smiled, "Of course you dopey slut, why would I lie."

"You said you wouldn't hurt me before." Paul laughed, "You can have ice cream only if you don't scream, and if you eat all of my poo with out being sick."

Hanna sniffed, "Okay," she said in a determined voice. Paul started to apply pressure to her asshole. The tiny brown ring held fast for several moments. Hanna was grunting loudly. The child breathed through her nose while she tried desperately not to scream. Paul gave one last shove and his cock popped through the hole. Hanna gave a sharp intake of breath, and Paul readied himself for the scream. That didn't come. Hanna stiffened up; her ass clutched Paul's cock like a vice. After a few seconds she relaxed, and started to breathe again. Her body shook with sobs but she didn't scream. Paul was rather surprised. This child must really like ice cream. Paul continued to push in, trying to fit as much of his cock inside her tiny ass.

Paul started to move in and out of the child's anus; each thrust became easier, as the girl's ass relaxed a little. Paul started to build up speed, emitting even more grunts and moans from his victim, but still the child refused to scream.

Paul reached up and grabbed Hanna's smooth blond hair and gave it a sharp tug. That made the child scream. With his other hand he reached down between her legs and forced three of his fingers inside her tiny dry cunt. The child moaned loudly and another sharp tug on her hair turned the moan into a scream. Paul smiled and picked up the pace a little more. He started to yank on her hair at random times just to get a scream from the child. It was the screams that were getting him off.

It took several minutes before Paul felt like he was coming near the edge. He forced himself to stop with one more sharp tug of Hanna's hair he pulled out of the child's anus. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!" screamed Hanna.

Paul laughed he didn't think she still had it in her to protest, "But I'm your owner I make up the rules."

"I didn't scream until you pulled my hair. That's not fair."

Paul smiled, "Okay, darling, I'll not count that. But you've still got to eat my poo without being sick, and dinner comes first. So are you two hungry."

"I don't like dog food," moaned Hanna.

"Tough. If you want to eat, you eat what you are given. You can either have dog food, or I'll go and find a dog to do his poo in a bowl for you to eat."

Hanna moaned, and muttered something that Paul didn't catch.

Beth spoke her face still on the floor, "Is all the wee gone sir. Or do you have to punish me. I tried."

Paul smiled, "I said your punishment for spilling my piss would come in the morning, how about you do you like dog food."

Beth shook her head; "I'm hungry sir. I'll eat what you give me."

"Good," said Paul, "follow me,"

Paul led the two children back to the holding room. Once inside he closed the door, and turned to the cage, and frowned, "Okay, I'm going to get your food, I want you two to fix your cage."

"How?" asked Beth.

"Just pick up the front it'll click when it's in place. Make sure you do it properly or I'll have to add another punishment."

With that Paul left the room.

*****

Becky, stood knee deep in the hole, holding onto Alice's hand, she looked down at the small cut wondering how to stop the bleeding. She lifted the dirt-coated finger and placed it between her lips, sucking the copper tasting liquid.

Alice didn't look comfortable having a girl suck the blood from her finger, but as Becky had tried to explain to the terrified, silent girl, damaging the master's property was a serious offence. Her mistress had once punished her for a paper cut with a broken chair leg, leaving her with two cracked ribs. Becky had been careful not to cut herself since then, and she didn't even want to know how Paul dealt with that offence.

The door swung open, and Becky felt her heart sink, one question fluttered through her mind, would he punish her for trying to hide the cut or just punish Alice for doing it. "So what's happened here?" he asked.

Becky hesitated, but finally said, "She cut her finger master. I was trying to limit the damage to your property."

Paul nodded, "She was a stupid whore to damage herself. Alice I want you to come over here."

Alice climbed from her grave and walked slowly to Paul. He took the girl by the hand and turned his back on her. He pulled her arm under his arm and held it tight. Becky was baffled as to what he was going to do, "Becky," he then said, "I need you to take her other arm and hold her, and stop her feet however you want. If she kicks me, its your cunt I'll flog."

"Yes master."

Becky moved to Alice and took her arm. Becky held it with one of her own, and then curled her legs around Alice's, and held on tight. She heard the sound of the cigarette lighter, then Alice scream, "NO!" she cried out, "Don't..." then the teen broke off into a continuous scream.

Alice struggled against Becky her feet and arms pulled. Becky held on for dear life even when the smell of burning flesh reached her nostrils. Becky lost all track of time, but guessed that Alice was held for minutes with her finger under the flame before she lost consciousness. Paul flipped the lid down on the petrol lighter and let Alice's hand go. Becky looked down at the blackened fingertip. "Oh my god," she breathed.

"What?" asked Paul.

Becky laid Alice on the floor. She knelt down by the girl and took her hand, to look at the charred fingertip, "Oh shit," she said, "You've ruined her finger."

Paul snorted, "It's her fucking fault. Besides its not ruined, just a little overdone." He laughed, and shook his head, "Get her awake and upstairs outside the holding room in five minutes."

"Yes master."

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass vial of smelling salts and the bottle of stimulant drugs, Anne had given him. He handed them to Becky, "Feed her a couple of those, I want her awake for tonight."

"Yes sir."

"It might be a good idea to run that finger under the tap outside the holding room for a few minutes."

Becky nodded. She felt like she was going to vomit. She took several deep breaths, and wiped her hand across her forehead. She watched Paul walk from the room, and she turned her attention to Alice. Even unconscious, the beautiful teen looked like she was in agony.

*****

Paul chuckled to himself as he walked down the corridor. He'd have to punish Becky of course for letting the slut damage herself, but he could leave that until the morning. Paul walked up the stairs and from the cellar locking the door behind him. Hanna and Beth had been happy to eat their dinner, and Paul was quite happy to let them have the ice cream he'd promised Hanna.

He walked into the kitchen and pulled open the freezer door, he grabbed the tub of ice cream and pulled off the lid to check if there was enough left. Only a few scoops had been taken from it, though Paul couldn't remember when he'd last had any. There was still plenty of the three flavours left to satisfy what Paul wanted. He was sure Hanna would be able to eat his shit, though he didn't think she'd be up to eating her ice cream. It didn't matter, besides Paul was curious as to how much the little slut could eat before throwing it back up.

Paul slowly made his way back into the cellar, and towards the holding room. When he got there Alice was stood next to the tap being held up by Becky. The teen sobbed as she held her hand under the cold water. "Your just in time," said Paul, "Becky you'd better get something to dress her finger from the kitchen." Paul unlocked the door to the holding room then passed his keys to Becky. "Alice I want you to see this. I'm going to teach Hanna how to eat shit."

As Becky moved past him Paul slapped her on her sun burnt ass getting a loud gasp from the teen laughed to himself and looked at Alice. The girl looked lost as she watched Becky disappear down the corridor.

"Come on slut," he said and pushed open the door to the holding room.

The two sluts sat with their backs against the cage and their bowls between their legs, both girls had cleaned stainless steel of all the dog food. "Now Beth do you want some ice cream?" he asked.

Beth looked up, then around her and nodded, "Yes please sir," she said in a near whisper. She flinched almost as if she expected to be hit.

Paul crouched by her and pulled the lid from the tub, "What flavour child whore?" he asked.

Beth glanced around again then said, "Chocolate please sir."

"Ah a girl after my own heart," said Paul. He pulled her bowl over and scooped a large amount of ice cream into it. He stuck the spoon into it and pushed it back to Beth.

She looked down at the bowl, and picked up the spoon. She placed it between her mouth and swallowed the ice cream. Beth smiled, "Thank you sir." She said and took a larger spoonful.

"When can I have some?" asked Hanna.

"Once you've eaten my shit, and licked my bum clean, and then only if you don't be sick. Okay."

Hanna sniffed and nodded.

Alice grunted.

Paul turned and smiled at the teen, "You're not getting any, I told you until you have convinced me that you are good enough to let live, I'm not going to waste any food on you, and you can only eat shit."

Alice grunted again.

"Oh be quiet you fucking slut," muttered Paul.

Alice lowered her head.

Paul turned back to Hanna, "Now darling are you ready?"

Hanna nodded, "I think so," she murmured.

"Good, now I want you to kneel down put your head back a little and open your mouth as wide as you can get it."

Hanna nodded and slowly shifted into position.

"Now darling stay like that."

Paul quickly stripped off his clothes. He turned his back on the tiny schoolgirl and slowly backed up onto her face. Paul reached back to part his ass cheeks, "Press your face into it baby slut. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole."

Paul felt Hanna push her head into his bumcrack and her tiny soft tongue run over his asshole, "That's right honey," said Paul, "Beth."

The child put the spoon back into the bowl, "Yes sir?" Beth said.

"Come here and suck my cock, you can finish your ice cream once I'm done."

"Yes sir," the child crawled forwards across the floor and knelt in front of Paul. Beth took hold of his cock with one hand and opened her mouth wide. She leant forwards taking the head into her mouth and started to suck on it.

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