Paul groaned her mouth felt good, he took hold of her head and pushed his cock further in. Then with a grunt started to push the shit out of his ass and into the six-year-old child's mouth.

Hanna whined as the shit filled her mouth, but Paul didn't stop until he had finished depositing three large turds into the child's mouth. Paul grabbed Beth's hair and pulled her from his cock, "Go and finish your ice cream," he told the child, and let her go.

"Thank you sir," Beth gasped, and scurried back to her bowl.

Paul turned to Hanna. The child knelt frozen her mouth was full of shit a second lump of shit curled around her cheek, while the third sat in her lap. "Hurry up and eat it pet."

Hanna sniffed tears dripped from her eyes. The child closed her mouth and swallowed. She choked and clasped her hands to her mouth. Paul laughed at the child as she started to chew on his filth. Hanna swallowed again. She heaved into her hands and looked up at Paul with teary eyes, the lump of shit slipped from her cheek and hit the floor, "Can I have a glass of water please?" she asked.

Paul smiled at her and shook his head, "Come on pet. The rest of it."

Hanna put her head down and started to sob, but her hands went to her lap where she scooped up the shit and stuffed it into her mouth. She retched and gagged, as she chewed the shit, and swallowed.

The door to the holding room opened, Paul glanced up at Becky, carrying a first aid kit. He'd completely forgotten he had that. "Go fix her up," said Paul, and he turned back to Hanna.

The child had picked up the third lump of shit and was chewing on it. "Remember to lick your hands clean," said Paul, "And the floor, Alice can clean your lap I think."

Hanna looked very ill, but once she had finished eating the lumps of shit she immediately started to lick her hands clean. Once her small hands were again spotless, the child leaned down to where the shit had stuck to the floor and extended her tongue to it.

Alice gasped loudly and Paul turned his attention to her. Her face was screwed up in pain. Becky was wiping her finger with disinfectant. She then took a bandage and started to wrap Alice's finger in it.

A tickling against Paul's ass made him jump. He reached behind him and felt Hanna's head, Paul smiled and pushed it against his ass. "You stupid child use your hands to part the cheeks," he told her.

Paul felt her hands push his ass cheeks apart and her tongue enter to try and clean him. This slut really must love ice cream. Paul let the child clean his ass for five minutes before he reached behind himself and grabbed her hair. He pulled Hanna around in front of him getting a small scream from her. "Go stand in front of Alice and she will clean all of my poo from you."

Hanna nodded, she stood up and quickly walked to sand in front of Alice. The poor child looked as if she would vomit at any second. She kept one hand on her stomach while the other went to her mouth from time to time when the little girl heaved. Alice looked at her bandaged finger and then up at Hanna. She shifted forwards and started to lick the shit from the child's face. "Don't forget all of it between her legs. But don't whatever you do let the little slut enjoy it," said Paul, "One sigh of pleasure and I'll fuck her up royally."

Alice looked up at Paul, and nodded, she leant over in front of her baby sister and started to lick the shit from her legs. The teen slowly moved up to her sisters baby cunt and started to lick at the shit stuck there. As soon as Alice inserted her tongue, Hanna put her head back and gasped. Alice's gaze flickered to Paul, "Did I tell you to stop licking," he said.

Alice closed her eyes and continued to lick. With every movement of her tongue, little Hanna moaned with pleasure. Alice started to cry, but continued to tongue her sister's cunt. Paul started to massage his cock slowly, it was always fun to watch sisters make out. Especially if they were forced to do it. After a few minutes, Hanna put her head back and cried out in joy.

Paul laughed and shook his head, "Stop Alice," he said, "You fucking stupid bitch, and you wonder why I want to kill you. You not only blatantly disobeyed my orders not to make her enjoy it, you fucking well made her cum."

"But I..." started Alice.

Paul kicked his disobedient whore in the stomach, and the teen fell forwards crying.

"Please don't kill Alice sir," said a tearful Hanna, "It was my fault."

Paul stroked Hanna's hair, "I know that's why I'm going to hurt you. But first you've earned your ice cream."

"Couldn't I have it later sir. I feel sick."

"Nope you will eat it now."

Hanna's face screwed up and she started to sob loudly. Paul put his arm around the child's shoulders and pulled her to him, he gave her a firm hug. Her small head rested on his chest, Paul felt his cock press against her legs, "I'm going to really hurt you after I've made you eat all this ice cream," he laughed.

Hanna started to struggle but Paul held her firm, "Please let me go," Hanna cried, "I wanna go home. I hate you!"

"That's not a very nice thing to say," said Paul as he ran his hands over the child's soft scared body.

"Come on now get a spoon and eat your ice cream." Paul handed the child the tub, "I want it all gone."

"But..."

"No buts eat it all, and don't be sick because if you are, I will be really really mad with you, and I'll have to hurt you lots tonight."

Paul then turned to Alice, "Your job Alice, is to make sure if she is sick your toilet is there to catch it. So if she looks like she is going to vomit you will go and give her a big kiss and put your tongue down her throat to make sure she is sick, and then you will have the job to clean it all up... Unless that is you want your little sister to be punished even more."

Paul turned back to little Hanna, the child put a small spoonful into her mouth and swallowed it. She took another, then looked at Paul, "Oh please sir. I really feel sick," she moaned.

Paul sighed and crouched by Hanna, he took the spoon from her hands and scooped up a large lump of ice cream. Hanna obediently opened her mouth for him. Paul pushed the spoon into the back of her throat and deposited the ice cream. Hanna swallowed. Her face was very pale, and she started to heave. Alice pressed her lips against her little sisters and Paul saw her tongue enter the child's mouth.

Hanna heaved again. The third time, the shit, dog food and ice cream the child had been forced to eat came up into her sister's mouth. Alice's cheeks expanded, and she had no time to swallow, the vomit sprayed from the two girls mouths covering them both. Alice heaved herself twice but managed to keep her food down. She then quickly set about cleaning up the mess.

Paul left her to it and turned to Beth, "Right honey, its time for your bed. So crawl into your cage."

Paul watched the child curl up in the corner of the cage. He locked the cage door to keep her inside and then turned to watch Alice lick up her sister's vomit. "Hanna help your sister clean up your mess," he said, "I want it gone and both of you spotless in five minutes."

Quickly the siblings cleaned up the mess, licking it from each other's body and the floor. Once Paul was satisfied they were finished he glanced down at his watch, "You were more than five minutes," he said, "Oh well all three of you follow me, Becky, you go get the cat, its in the room I nailed your tits to the table, last time, meet me in the bathroom once you are finished. And go to the store cupboard, I've got two dildo's they look like big brushes, one made from plastic and the other is a wire brush, bring them as well."

"Yes master," said Becky and left the room.

Paul left the holding room and led Alice and Hanna to the bathroom opposite the shower room. Once the two girls were inside he closed the door and smiled at them, "Hanna, I want you to lick Alice's cunt."

Hanna looked at Alice and got to her knees. She pushed her head forwards into her sister's pussy, her small tongue started to lap at Alice's cunt. The teen groaned. "Alice I want you to push her face as hard as you can into your cunt."

Alice placed both of her hands on the back of her little sister's head and began to grind the child's face into her cunt. Hanna gave a muffled moan but continued to eat her big sisters pussy.

The door opened and Becky came in carrying the cat-o-nine tails and two dildos/brushes. Paul took the two brushes from Becky but left her with the cat, "Now slut I want you to whip the fucking kid until Alice cums."

"What!" exclaimed Becky.

Paul struck the teen across the face with the back of his hand. Becky fell to the floor with a scream, her hand came up to clutch her cheek. "I suggest you hurry the fuck up," muttered Paul.

Sobbing, Becky scrabbled to her feet. She quickly moved behind Hanna. She looked down on the child's already cut and scared back. Becky gritted her teeth and struck the child. Alice's pussy muffled the scream. Becky hit the child again, and again. It took five blows before Alice cried out grinding Hanna's face harder into her pussy. Becky stopped hitting the child; Alice let go of her head. Hanna fell onto the floor and curled up in the foetal position in floods of tears. Paul took the two steps to Alice and grabbed her hair. He pulled the teens head back producing a cry, "You faked it," he snarled.

Alice tried to shake her head.

Paul hit her in the stomach with his fist. Alice screamed, her feet gave way and Paul let her drop to the floor. He retrieved the two dildo-brushes and crouched by the teen. "The difference between these to is simple," he said, "the plastic one will damage your insides when I shove it through your cervix. The wire one will completely fuck them up. Which one do you want?"

Alice held up a shaky hand and put it on the plastic brush.

Paul smiled, "Of course that is your choice. Because you faked orgasm now, I'm going to make you keep this inside your filthy whore womb for the night. One more act of disobedience, and I'll change it with the wire one, is that clear to you?" he said.

Alice nodded.

"Right Becky get here and hold the slut down. Alice I suggest you spread your legs, try and close them and I'll put this in Hanna instead. Do you want that?"

Alice shook her head and spread her legs.

Paul started to push the brush into her cunt. He twisted it and pushed hard. Alice cried out in pain and her body shook, her thighs closed to try and stop the agonising entrance. Paul gave the brush a vicious twist. "I said hold fucking still, this is your last chance, once more and I'll shove this inside that little fucking whore and use the wire one on you."

When Alice opened her legs again Becky sat on Alice's stomach a used her hands to brace the teens legs open. If Alice wanted to close her legs Becky's hands would do little to stop them. Paul continued to push the brush into her cunt. Twisting it every few moments. Alice screamed and cried but her legs remained open. Paul continued to push until the whole nine inches were completely buried inside the filthy slut. "Well done," he told her and stood up.

Paul walked to the centre of the room and lay down on the floor. His cock stood erect pointing towards the ceiling. "No I want to impale Hanna completely on my cock," said Paul, "You two get the privilege of forcing her down on me."

Hanna scrambled to her knees and started towards the door, only to be stopped by Alice. The tiny pre-teen looked up at her big sister, "Please Alice don't hurt me," she sobbed.

Becky walked up behind Hanna took her by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet, "I'm sorry tots, but we've got to."

"Why do you have to?" moaned Hanna.

"Because if they don't I'll kill Alice, do you know what that means you little preteen whore?" said Paul.

Hanna looked at him her face was screwed up and she was crying, "Its what you did to mummy. Please don't do that to Alice sir."

"Well slut that means they have to hurt you."

"NO!" cried Hanna and she tried to pull away from Becky.

The two teens turned Hanna around and pulled her across the room Becky lifted the child up while Alice pulled her legs apart, "Please master, would you guide your cock into Hanna?" asked Becky.

Paul sighed, "You will both get a whipping for this, okay, lower the little slut."

Alice and Becky started to lower the crying and struggling pre-teen over Paul's cock. Paul used his hands to guide himself into the child's tiny hole but let the two teen sluts do the rest of the work. Hanna started to scream as his cock once again stretched her raped and battered cunt. The child was pushed screaming and crying down onto his cock until it rested at the opening of her cervix, "All the way!" gasped Paul, "Push her all the fucking way."

Alice sniffed back her tears and leaned down on Hanna, Becky grunted and pushed her weight down on the screaming child. Paul felt the tight ring of her cervix give way and his cock slowly entered the child's underdeveloped womb. It felt so good, Paul closed his eyes and sighed, just letting the pained cries, and the twitching of her cunt to run though him. "Alice," he moaned, "I want you to get the cat and whip the shit out of the bitch, her stomach her baby tits and her fucking face, as hard as you can."

Alice let out a cry and Paul opened his eyes and watched the teen go to get the whip. He looked up at the child and smiled at her, "Becky, I want you to use this toy to fuck me," he said, "If I don't think you are doing good enough I'll nail your tits to the bench for the night."

Becky gripped Hanna under her arms, leaving the front of the child's body free for the whipping and pulled her most of the way from his cock, and forced her hard back down. "Oh shit that right!" gasped Paul, "Hanna darling close your eyes or Alice might take one out when she's whipping you."

He needn't have said it because the child's eyes were screwed tightly shut against the pain. The cat hit Hanna's belly with a blow that Paul would have been pleased with, a second hit the same place as Becky pulled the child up. As Hanna plunged back down the third blow hit her across the face. The child's screams were musical, they sent a shiver down his spine, and through his cock. Paul leant back and watched the blows rain down onto the child as Becky forced her up and down on his cock. Paul could feel himself drawing near to the edge; he put his head onto the floor and closed his eyes ready to spray his load into her baby womb. Then it stopped, Paul groaned as he felt his cock calm down an instant from the point of no return.

Paul was pissed, his eyes snapped open and he looked up at Hanna, the child slumped forwards her head hung against her chest, she had several deep cuts in her face, and a really severe cut across her chest. "Did I tell either of you to stop?" he shouted.

"But..." Becky started.

"If I cared for your fucking opinion you wouldn't be here. Both of you fucking do what I told you or I'll kill the both of you now."

Becky started to heave the child up and down on his cock, Alice stared at him with those big blue eyes before gripping the whip again and with a scream of her own slashed it across her unconscious sisters face.

Paul watched as the two teens torture the limp child's body, it took only a few minutes before he felt the cum rise in his cock again and he finally released his load into the child whores cunt. "Okay that's enough."

Alice dropped the whip and crumpled to the floor in tears. Becky quickly pulled the child from his body and laid her on her back, and crouched down to inspect her wounds, "At least she's still alive," muttered the teen, "These cuts really need looking at master."

Paul sighed, when he fucked up a toy like this he usually killed them there and then, but he didn't want to kill Hanna yet. "Okay take her upstairs into the living room, get some towels from the bathroom, do not get any of her blood on my carpet, and call your mother."

"Yes sir," said Becky, and she picked up the child in her arms and carried her from the room.

Alice looked up at Paul the tears were dripping from her chin, "Looks like it's just me and you now," he said.

Alice nodded.

"I'm getting tired, I think I'll start your torture properly in the morning but I have something left in me, so I think I can manage a little bit of torture."

Alice swallowed and glanced around her.

"Come on slut, I think I'll show you your bedroom for the next couple of days," said Paul.

Paul led Alice from the room and down the hall until he reached a door at the west end of the cellars. He pushed it open and walked in. Alice walked in after and gazed about the room. Two racks sat side by side in the centre of the room; a leather harness hung in the centre of the left-hand rack. The other rack looked exactly the same as the first but rather than a harness, several small wooden boards extend around it. They all looked to be on runners that allowed them to be set at different heights.

Three wooden crates sat in a stack to one side of the frames. Against the far wall were racks holding whips, knives, skewers, dildos, canes, harnesses, chains, and several other such devices. They were there for easy access, so that Paul didn't have to keep going back to the store cupboard when something new came to mind. Just in front of the rack was a wooden chair, that looked more like a wooden box with a back and arms, through the seat, back, and sides of the chair were stuck long rusted nails.

The left wall looked as if it were made of wood, a number of red stains covered the wall, and holes small and large littered the surface.

Against the right wall was a single tube of rusted iron, about six foot tall, and a two and a half foot across, A long pipe ached out of the top and came down with a wheel valve next to the tube before going into the floor.

Paul turned to Alice and smiled, "Right go and strap yourself to that harness. It's pretty simple, your arms go in the sides and the straps will go around your back and lock under your tits. Your hands will then be locked behind your back. I'll do that, and your feet go onto the leather straps at the sides."

Alice looked at the frame, and wondered over to it, the harness was too high up for her to put on and the 'straps at the side' Paul had gone on about were more than a foot from the ground. Alice turned back to Paul.

"You stupid slut," muttered Paul, "The wooden crates are for you to stand on."

Alice paused for a moment then rolled her eyes and nodded, she quickly pushed the wooden crates into position and standing on them with her legs spread quite wide. It was lucky this girl was as agile as she was, or putting the straps on would be a painful experience, but Alice had no problems in strapping in each foot or pulling the harness around her. She stood and put her arms behind her back.

Paul walked behind her and took the final strap of the harness, it was a deceptive device, it looked as if the majority of the weight would be taken by the girl's chest, if not her legs. However the leg straps would slide up and down iron runners quite easily once unlocked, and the chest harness was only there so the girl didn't dislocate her shoulders. The majority of her weight would be born on her arms strapped behind her back. Paul cuffed Alice's hands together and then tightened the strap so her arms were raised behind her back, until she started to moan from the pain. Locking all the straps in place, Paul pulled the pins on the leg straps. He smiled at the whore, "Brace yourself," he said and quickly kicked the boxes from beneath her feet.

Alice cried out as her arms took her weight rising them at an almost impossible angle behind her back. The straps could of course be altered to put most of the weight on her chest. Or all of it on her arms, which would dislocate her shoulders. Paul didn't want to do that yet.

Alice moaned, as she settled into the harness, her face was screwed with the pain. "Right slutty Alice, I would usually use a brazier to heat the skewers up, but I can't be bothered, so instead, I'll just shove them through those gorgeous little tits of yours, I am really nice so I'll use a blow torch after they are in to sterilise the wound okay?"

"You can't be..."

Paul punched the disobedient whore in the stomach. Alice let out a choking sound and heaved in more air and coughed as she sucked her own spit down her windpipe. "I mean it now whore do not fucking speak!" he shouted at her.

Alice screamed at him, when she calmed down she choked off sobbing and started to nod.

He walked to the rack set up on the wall and selected six long meat skewers, the points were slightly dull from use but he was sure he could force them through her tits, with enough brute force. He also selected a pair of pliers, her tits were small enough that he would need them to get enough of a grip.

Paul went back to the suspended slut. He put all but one of the skewers on one of the crates. Using the pliers he gripped the nipple of the teens left breast. Alice gasped and moaned as he pulled it out, he squeezed harder getting a louder moan from his toy. Paul pushed the point of the skewer against her aureole. Paul had to push hard before the flesh broke around the skewer. When it did Alice threw her head back and screamed.

Paul slowly eased the skewer through her flesh watching the blood drip from the wound. It was harder to force the point through the other side of her breast than it had been to get it in, Paul gazed down as the skin pointed outwards and finally broke. Alice could barely manage a grunt.

Paul reached down to where the blood was dripping from her tit and dipped the tip of his finger in the deep red liquid. He lifted the drop of blood on his finger and looked at it watching the lights reflected on the gloss surface. Paul shrugged and sucked it from his finger letting the rich taste fill his mouth. He crouched down and picked up a second skewer and took Alice's other nipple in the jaws of the pliers.

Three skewers were pushed through each of the teenagers small breasts leaving the girl hanging forwards drawing in sharp erratic breaths. Paul smiled at her, "I promised I'd heat them up didn't I?"

Alice just moaned.

Paul went back to the rack and picked up the blowtorch. Turning the valve it started seep out gas. Paul took his lighter and lit it. The torch began to whistle as a dark orange flame spiked from the long iron nozzle. Paul adjusted the valve until the flame turned into a barely visible blue spike. The tip of the nozzle was already glowing red.

As he walked around in front of Alice she screamed and tried to struggle in the harness. Paul grinned at her, "I seriously suggest you keep as still as possible."

Alice made a sobbed moan and stopped struggling.

Paul approached the girl and using the pliers pulled the iron head of the first skewer, and applied the torch to it. The heat quickly dissipated down the skewer and Alice started to scream and struggle but the harness kept her relatively still.

Paul waited until the head of the skewer started to glow before he moved onto the second. The smell of searing flesh was quite strong, and that smell was making Paul itch. He wanted to fuck someone. Paul ignored the feeling, torture was as good as sex anyway and once he had put his toys away for the night there was always Becky.

Paul turned the valve and the torch turned off with a pop. The teen was breathing heavily and her eyes were glazed, but she hadn't said a word during the whole thing. Paul was impressed he smiled at her then pressed the nozzle against her stomach. Alice tried to throw herself back away from the pain and screamed but Paul kept the rapidly cooling nozzle against her skin he loved the look in a toy's eyes when they were burned. Slowly the teen started to calm down. Paul took the torch away and put it on the floor. He looked up and ran his finger across the nasty red mark he had created. He was quite amazed that she hadn't passed out yet. Those stimulants really did do their job. Paul waved his hand in front of the girl's face, her eyes were rather slow but did respond. Paul pressed his fingers against her neck and whistled. Her pulse was racing. He grinned at her, "I'll be back in a sec, I realised I forgot that wire brush in the other room."

Alice blinked.

Paul hurried out of the room and returned a minute later with the wire brush dildo. The girl didn't seem to register him when he entered. He walked to her and grabbed the brush that was sticking out between her legs and pulled it out quickly. Alice registered with a series of pained grunts. "I think you don't deserve to have this inside you tonight," he said and held up the wire brush.

Alice's eyes suddenly registered, "NO!" she screamed, "Please god no! Don't"

Paul sighed, "And you were doing so well," he said.

Alice closed her eyes tight, and Paul not wanting to disappoint punched the girl in the side. There was a sickening crack that told Paul he'd broken a rib or two, Alice's scream confirmed it.

"You know," said Paul, "I can't keep breaking your ribs or you will be absolutely useless. The next time I'll start pulling teeth."

Alice shook her head, her face was screwed up in agony. Broken ribs had that effect on people. Paul too the wire brush and pushed it against the teens cunt. "Remember slut, no talking," he said and started to push it in.

It wasn't far into her cunt when blood seeped from her as the stiff sharp wire cut and scraped at her soft insides. There was a lot of blood as the brush went in not so much as to be concerned about but a lot none the less. As Paul shoved the last few inches into her womb the girl could no longer scream. Her face was a mask of agony, but all she could manage were pained grunts.

Paul smiled at her, he ran his hand over the girl's face and then over her tits smearing the teenager with her own blood. He smiled and then started to pull all of the pins from the runners letting the girl to the floor so he could realise her from her bonds.

Once Alice was free Paul led her across the room, he had to support most of her weight, the girl was just not up to it herself yet. Paul led her to the rusted iron tube. He slapped her to get her attention, Alice moaned and looked at him, "Can you stand?" he asked.

Alice gave a slow nod, and Paul let the girl go. She wavered a little but stayed on her feet. The teen lent over one hand on her broken ribs and the other on her blood soaked cunt. "Look on the bright side love," said Paul, "At least you won't have to take birth control pills anymore," he grinned at her.

Paul took his keys slipped one into the front of the iron tube and pulled open the small door, "Okay love in you go I'll check to see if you are alive in the morning."

Alice looked at Paul and stumbled into the tiny tube. She was probably just relived to know the torture was over. "Notice the floor has hole in it. That is drainage, this pipe here." Paul tapped the wheel valve, "Is connected to a pump which in turn is connected directly with the upstairs toilets. Anything that goes down the toilet while this valve is open gets dumped onto your head." Paul gave her a smile, "Oh cheer up love," and he closed the door.

Paul made his way back to the holding room to get dressed then out of the cellar. He walked into the kitchen where Hanna was sat at the table with a bowl of porridge; six small stitches crossed her chest, and a large plaster was stuck onto her cheek. Anne sat next to her, packing her things away in the bag, she sighed as Paul entered the room, "I know you wouldn't want her to eat anything but she needs something inside her."

Paul shook his head, "No that's okay, Anne, did Becky tell you she's staying here a for a few days."

Anne frowned, "She's just started a new school Paul, I don't want her missing too much."

Paul shrugged, "I'll drop her off in the morning and pick her up after I finish work."

Anne shrugged and smiled, "Thank you, if you don't want to fuck me or beat the shit out of me or anything I'll be off now okay?"

Paul nodded, "Sure, do us a favour and take the rubbish out would you. Is baby Hanna slut alright."

Anne nodded, "As well as can be expected, the stuff you've done with her the last few days means she didn't suffer too much damage from that fuck you gave her. Well nothing serious. The cuts will heal although that one on her chest will scar, and the one on her cheek will as well but that will fade in time but again that doesn't really matter."

Paul nodded, "So she's good for another one?"

Anne smiled and nodded.

Paul smiled, "Hear that baby slut, you are going to get another fuck tonight."

Hanna put her spoon back into the bowl and put her hand to her face and started to cry again. Paul rubbed her hair, "But I want you to get washed up a bit first before I let you in my bed. Imagine that slut you get to sleep in a proper bed tonight."

Hanna looked up and nodded, "Are you going to hit me more sir?"

Paul shook his head, "No not this time I just want to fuck your cunt."

"Okay, I'll let you fuck my cunt sir, if you don't hit me."

Paul rustled her hair again, "That's my girl, Becky will take you for a bath in a minute," he turned to Anne, "Where is she?"

"Watching TV," said Anne.

"Right Hanna, you go through that door right down to the end of the hallway and through the last door on your left, then tell Becky I said you need a bath."

Hanna got to her feet and walked slowly out of the room. A moment later she came back in, "Please sir don't punish me but which one is my left hand again."

Paul broke into a smile and laughed.

The alarm clock buzzed a single time and fell silent as Paul smacked the button. He sat up and yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked down at the child whose hands were chained to the bedpost. Paul threw off the covers to get a better look at her.

Hanna stirred for a moment but stayed asleep, her battered, bruised, cut and scared body made an appealing sight. The small child's legs were spread displaying her gorgeous little hairless cunt. Paul reached down and gently stroked the little slit. Hanna moaned her eyes opened a crack and her body started to move back and forth as if she was trying to stimulate herself. Which she was of course. Paul took his hand away and Hanna groaned, her big blue eyes opened and she looked at him, "Please sir," she said.

Paul smiled put his hand back and pushed a finger inside her little hole. Again, Hanna started to rock, Paul sniggered at the child trying to hump his hand. "You like being fucked don't you?" he asked.

"By little things," said the girl.

"What about my cock?" asked Paul.

The child shook her head, "By little things," she repeated, "Your cock hurts my cunt."

Paul grinned he loved the way this child used foul language. Paul leant forwards and placed his mouth over Hanna's. The obedient child opened it up for him and Paul pushed his tongue inside. Paul started to work his finger in and out of her cunt with increasing speed. Hanna groaned around his tongue, her hips readjusted their rhythm until her own thrusts were in sync with Paul's finger.

Paul took his tongue from her mouth and sat up to watch the child use his finger to fuck herself. After a few more moments he pulled it out. Hanna groaned and Paul wiped his finger clean across the child's lips. Hanna ran her tongue over her lips licking off her own cunt slime, she looked up at Paul with pleading eyes. "I am going to put my cock inside you though," he said.

Hanna started to cry, "Oh please sir don't," she said, "My cunt hurts,"

Paul smiled and leant over to kiss the child on the chest. He sucked on her little nipples, biting them just hard enough to get little moan's from Hanna, "And after I've done that, I'm going to put it in your bum."

"No!" whined Hanna.

"Yes," said Paul, "But first I'm going to hurt you a little. Isn't that nice."

"NO!" cried Hanna.

Paul grinned and clasped his hand over the child's mouth. Not that he was afraid anyone would hear her, it was five in the morning and nobody would be around for miles. With his free hand he smacked his fist into the centre of the child's stomach. The slut bucked upwards and she sucked in breath through her nose. Paul clasped hold of her nose cutting off her air.

The girl started to buck and struggle. Her body thrashed around on the bed but Paul kept hold of her. He leant over and started to kiss and suck on the suffocating child's face. "I'm going to hit you and kick you all over," he said leaning in close, "Then I'm going to clip your little nipples so hard it makes them bleed and hang big weights from them so it stretches them right out. Then I'm going to make you sit on the bedpost so it goes right in your little baby cunt."

The LED display clicked up a minute and Paul let go of Hanna's face. The child sucked in air and screamed it out. Paul lent over and slapped her hard. He hit the child across the face several times getting a long constant scream from her lips. He then reached down and took both of her nipples in his finger's and twisted them. Hanna squirmed still screaming. Paul couldn't help but grin wildly at her. "I know you hate this little slut. That's what makes it so fucking fun," he laughed.

He punched her in the stomach again, and her body again bucked up under the blow. Paul lent over and took Hanna's left nipple between his teeth and bit into it. The blood quickly seeped into his mouth and Paul greedily milked the child's tit of the red fluid.

Paul let go and sat up smiling at the small pool of blood and spit left on her chest, Hanna kept screaming. Paul leant over and started to kiss and suck on her face, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. The child started to choke as she sucked in her own and Paul's spit down instead of air.

Paul sat back up and smiled at her. He started to rub his stiff cock against the child's legs. "Do you want to suck my cock first?"

"NO!" screamed the child.

"Suit yourself it's less painful if you do," said Paul, he straddled the tiny body started to rub the head against her slit.

"I do!" cried the child.

"Tough," said Paul and he started to push in.

The going was hard, despite having only fucked the cunt a few hours before. She was still small and very tight. Paul slowly pushed inside he wanted to get it all inside again, and started to make quick inward thrusts causing the child to scream even louder. Finally Paul felt her cervix give way and he plunged in. Slowly he started to pull back. He started to fuck the little six-year-old with as much force as he could muster.

The little body screaming and squirming beneath him, excited Paul beyond control, he reached down for the little slut's hair and pulled on it as he pumped the tiny cunt.

After about ten minutes of hard fucking Hanna's screams subsided until the little girl merely grunted as Paul thrust in. Paul wasn't even sure whether the look on her face was pain. Though he imagined her cunt was still too small for to take much joy from a hard fucking. Paul took his cock from the little girls cunt then shuffled up her body until he straddled her chest. Taking hold of her hair he pressed his cock to her face.

Hanna knew what he wanted and she opened her mouth wide. Paul pushed his cock into the back of her throat. Hanna gagged around the shaft, but the good little slut started to suck on it. Paul groaned and stroked the child's hair, "Oh you are such a good little cock sucker," he moaned, took hold of her head and pushed his cock in even further before pumping load after load into the child's throat.

The six-year-old girl choked on his sperm. Paul sat back and smiled at her. "Right little slut, what was it I promised you. Oh yes that's right nipple clamps weights and a post are you ready?"

"No," coughed Hanna.

"Too bad," said Paul. He reached across to the table picked up his keys and unchained Hanna's hands, he took a firm hold on his little toys hair and dragged her from the bed.

"Please stop," moaned Hanna.

"Shut Up!" shouted Paul.

Hanna fell into a quiet sob and Paul yanked on her hair to pull her from his room. Once outside his room he banged on the door opposite, and then pushed it open, "Becky," he called.

"Yes!" croaked the teen. Lifting her head from the pillow.

"Get up I need your help," he said.

"But its not even six," she groaned.

"Becky do you like your tits?" called back Paul.

Becky sat up and rubbed her eyes, she yawned loudly and pushed her arms into the air, "My tits?" she said, "I guess so, yes sir."

"If you want to keep them, you will get up now," he said, "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," mumbled Becky, she climbed from the bed and stretched before approaching Paul.

Paul took quick strides along the hallway and down the stairs, giving random tugs on Hanna's hair as she dragged her along behind him. He pulled the tiny girl down into the cellars and finally into a small room, with nothing but a single long stick six inches around and rising as tall as Hanna in the centre of the room.

Hanna's eyes went wide, "No don't put that in me," she cried, "There isn't enough room."

Paul smiled, and hit the switch on the wall, the stick slowly contracted down into the floor until it rose only as high as Hanna's waist.

"Still please don't put it inside me," she tried again.

Paul grabbed Hanna by the waist, and picked her up, "Come on now baby slut," he said, "It's not that bad."

"It'll hurt," whined Hanna.

"Of course it'll fucking hurt but I've got an even thicker one next door. You can go on this one or that one?"

Hanna sobbed and pressed her head against Paul's arm, "Why do you have to hurt me," she cried.

Paul chuckled and carried her over to the stick, he slowly lowered her over it using his hand to push it into her already raped cunt, Hanna cried loudly as it inserted four inches inside her. He reached across and squeezed her ass cheeks, "Don't worry pet," he said, "now stay still."

Not that she could have gone anywhere even if she had wanted Paul went back to the wall and hit the button and watched the stick start to rise from the ground. Hanna screamed as she realised what was happening. She rose to the tips of her toes. Paul let the stick keep rising until Hanna rose right to the very tips of her toes. She'd stretch out soon enough anyway. Paul smiled and went back to her and leant over to kiss her mouth again. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Now wasn't it clamps and weights."

"No," begged Hanna.

"And a gag I think," said Paul and he left her there and walked down to the store cupboard to collect what he wanted.

When he returned the sobbing child moaned, "My feet are hurting please let me get off."

Paul took the gag, he pushed the ball inside her mouth and tied it around the back of her head, then used a pair of handcuffs to lock her hands behind her back. Next he took the nipple clamps, he loosened the first one and placed the sharp jaw over Hanna's already damaged nipple. The girl started to scream again as the teeth bit down into her nipple. Paul tightened it until fresh blood dripped down her chest. Paul smiled to himself and put the second clamp on her. The child's body tried to thrash about but impaled as it was she didn't get very far.

Paul let both of the clamps hang and picked up the two weights from the floor, he slipped the hook of the first through the hole in the clamp and let it fall. Hanna screamed loudly as her nipple was stretched out. Paul did the same to the other nipple generating a similar scream.

"There done," he said, "Now that wasn't so bad was it."

Hanna screamed her body lowered a little further on the stick as her feet gave way, her agonised scream was loud even behind the gag.

"But wait a second," he said, "I promised you bum sex. I can't leave you with out that."

Hanna's head started to thrash from side to side.

Paul grinned at her moved back to the wall and turned the switch into the middle, Hanna gasped, and her eyes widened in pain, but slowly her feet lowered flat on the floor.

"I know it hurts honey," said Paul, "But I need to do this so that I can pick you up without taking the stick out of you."

Paul moved behind the little child, put his hands around her waist and lifted her up. The stick raised with her, Paul knew that there would be a constant pressing against her gut. The stick wanted to move all the way up but wouldn't, had this child weighed much less it would have supported her weight. "Becky, I want you to put my cock into her ass okay."

"Yes master," said Becky and she knelt down beside them, "Do you want me to suck your cock first, or lick her hole?"

"Yeah you'd better," said Paul, "But be quick about it."

Paul groaned as Becky lapped at his shaft, she did it only for a few seconds making sure it was wet with spit before she pulled Hanna's ass cheeks apart so that she could get to the child's asshole. She sucked and tongued it for a few more seconds then pulled her tongue out and took hold of Paul's cock and pressed the head against Hanna's hole. Hanna squirmed in Paul's arms. Paul grinned and pushed forward. The muscle resisted only for a moment before the head popped inside. Paul started to push back and forth into the child's rectum.

Paul fucked the child's ass for a long time, before he finally felt the familiar feeling. Paul grunted and filled the child's ass with his cum. He sighed and let her go where she slowly lowered to the floor, pulling Paul's cock out in her decent.

Becky straight away took Paul's cock into her mouth and started to suck him clean. Paul let her suck until his cock was stiff again then said, "Look the cum is dripping from her ass, I hope you don't intend to let that go to waste?"

Becky needed no other hint and turned her attention to the child's gaping asshole. Paul watched her as she sucked his cum from the child's ass. "Once your finished here, you can go get ready for school," he said and turned to leave the room. Before going he turned the switch again and raised the child back to the tips of her toes and locked it in place. "Are you just going to leave her here?" asked Becky with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Yep," said Paul, and left.

He quickly headed down the corridors, all there was to do now was make a quick check on Alice, to make sure she was still breathing, then it was off to work.

Paul headed for the door to his 'Play Room'; he turned the key in the lock and walked in. All was silent, as Paul expected it would be, if Alice was still alive it was highly likely that she was unconscious. He walked over to the tube, and unlocked the small door and pulled it open. Alice fell out as the door opened and landed on her back against the floor with a thud. She groaned and opened her eyes a crack, and coughed for a second.

Paul smiled, she was in great condition. He walked the rack to collect the bottle of antibiotics Anne had given him and went back to the teen. "You're lucky," he said as he crouched down beside her, he opened the bottle and pushed two of the pills into her mouth, "I've been known to completely forget that I've put somebody in there and not find them for weeks. Swallow."

Alice made swallowing motions and croaked, "Drink."

Paul shrugged, "I need a piss anyway," he took put the head of his cock against her lips.

Alice looked at him for a moment and then opened her mouth to take her owners cock inside, Paul sighed and let his piss stream into her mouth. Alice was too weak to swallow it quickly enough so most of it flooded from her mouth and drooled down the sides of her face, "If I didn't have to go to work that would cost you," he said, "But considering I've got lots planned for you tonight I think I'll let that one drop."

Alice finished swallowing what piss was left in her mouth and croaked a little stronger, "Thank...you... sir."

"Don't mention it," said Paul, "Right back inside I've got work."

Alice tried to roll herself upright but just didn't have the strength. Paul sighed and took hold of her by her arms and pulled her upright. Alice moaned loudly as she was pulled upright, probably her broken ribs playing her up. Paul pushed her back inside the tube "I suggest you try and get some sleep," he said and closed it on her.

Paul stretched, fucking kids in the morning was one way to take it out of a man. He yawned, still it was nothing a strong cup of coffee and a full English wouldn't cure. "Where is Becky," he mumbled to himself and walked from the room.

*****

Becky had been all over Paul from the moment he had picked her up from school. Not that Paul cared, the pretty teenager could flirt all she wanted, but Becky hated Paul, and it was so unlike her to show any sort of enthusiasm towards him. The second he pulled off his crash helmet he could feel her lips pressing against the back of his neck. "What the hell do you want?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter," said Becky, "I asked you already."

But she continued to suck on his neck, Paul sighed, "I told you before I am not going to go easy on Alice. Jesus I didn't realise you fancied her so much."

Becky chuckled, "Are you kidding, she is the most beautiful and strange creature I have ever seen," said Becky, "I-I..."

"Don't understand why I want to kill her?" asked Paul.

"Yes," said Becky, "She is so eager to please you. What's the point?"

"I'm board of her," said Paul, "She's enjoying it too much. Beside Hanna is by FAR prettier than her sister."

Becky didn't answer, she just stayed silent and placed her head against Paul's back. Paul climbed from the motorcycle, Becky stood up with him. Paul turned around to face the teen, "You had some fun with Hanna in the bath last night, don't deny it I heard it that kid couldn't cum quietly if she tried."

Becky blushed, Paul laughed, "What the fuck are you embarrassed for?"

"I abused her," murmured Becky.

Paul shook his head, "She asked if you would eat her and you did. Hardly abuse in my book, no Becky I abuse the little slut," he said, "I don't understand people like you. You give the kid something she want's and you call it abuse. You should be happy, you gave the little slut one of the few moments of pleasure she's going to have in her life."

Becky was silent she leaned forwards and put her head on his chest.

"Fuck me girl what the are you taking?" Paul asked.

Becky blushed a little redder but stayed quiet.

"Your kidding me," said Paul, "you ARE drugged up. Haha, I wonder what Anne will make of that."

"Oh no master please don't tell her," moaned Becky her hand moved towards his cock that was already beginning to get stiff in his jeans.

Paul smiled, whatever the bitch was on it was certainly an improvement, "Look at me slut," he said.

The girl looked up at him with her cutest 'fuck me' smile, "Please sir," she moaned, "Mistress will go mad if she knew I was popping pills in school."

"Yeah, I bet she would as well," said Paul, "I'll make a deal with you. You be a really good slave slut, and I'll not tell her."

Becky grinned "Okay, so master what do you want your good little slave slut to do?" the girl broke of with a giggle.

Paul reached into his pocket and took out his keys. "Go get Alice, make sure she's awake and knows where she is, feed her as much of the stimulants, and antibiotics you like. Take her to the shower, make sure you clean her up properly, don't touch the skewers in her tits, they won't budge unless you tear them out. And I want to see that. Just make sure it's all clean. Once you've done that, have some fun with her. I'll give you a little while."

"Sir?" said Becky.

"Yes," sighed Paul.

"Why are you being nice?"

"I'm not," said Paul, "Just being nice to you because you are being good. For a change. I'm in a good mood, you've got all of a few hours to find out why."

Paul followed Becky down into the cellars but carried on down as the teen locked up. He quickly make his way to where Hanna was. To his surprise the little girl was still awake when he walked in, there were no tears but her face was screwed up with pain and her body shook with sobs. The tiny girl was completely coated in sweat. Paul smiled and flicked the switch. The poll detracted back into the floor and Hanna collapsed. The child curled up into a tiny ball.

Paul smiled and walked over to the child, he knelt down next to her and stroked her hair, "Yeah I bet that hurt your legs a lot," he said, "Come on now Cum sucker I need to take those things of your little nipples."

Paul had to pull the child over and uncurl her himself, she didn't have the strength to resist him, nor the will to help him. Paul removed the gag then reached down and unfastened the clips from the child's nipples. The small pink buds stayed in the shape they had been pressed into all day. Hanna gave a loud rasping moan as the pain returned to her chest. "Please stop," she said, it was less than a whisper.

Paul ignored her and pinched her nipples back into shape, bringing quiet moans from Hanna, Paul doubted that she could have screamed even if she wanted to. "Now, my gorgeous little Fuck Toy," he said, "Do you want a drink?"

"As long as it's not wee," whispered Hanna.

Paul smiled, he liked this child, she was pretty smart, he picked up his bag and took out a can of Coke which he sat down beside Hanna. Slowly the child sat up and looked up at Paul, "Is that mine?" she asked, still in her low whispering voice.

"Yes," he said, "If your throat isn't too sore to drink it."

The child immediately grabbed the can and pulled on the ring. The can opened with a hiss and the child started to gulp down the dark liquid. A lot of it flowed out of her mouth and down her small smooth body, Andy frowned, that would make her sticky. Andy reached back into his bag and took out a chocolate bar. The child saw it immediately and put down the can of coke, "Can I have some of that sir?" she asked, "Please."

Paul smiled, "Well I don't know. You keep telling me that you don't like me fucking you," he said.

Hanna whined, "But it hurts," she said, sounding a little healthier, "It's okay with smaller things but your cock hurts."

"It didn't hurt your cunt very much this morning did it?" he asked.

Hanna shook her head, "No not really," she admitted, "Not as much," she then added.

"Done then I'm going to fuck you," said Paul.

"Oh no," moaned Hanna.

The child tried to squirm away but Paul grabbed onto her arm and pulled her to him, he held onto her tightly, "I was only joking honey," he laughed, and pulled to girl onto his lap to give her a hug, "What I really want to do is to stick pins into you."

Hanna tried to scream, but all that left her mouth was a high pitched squeak. Paul stood up picking the weak struggling girl with him. "Now be good or I'll have to hit you as well."

That seemed to work, and the six-year-old girl stopped moving in his arms, she pressed her face against his shoulder and sobbed. Paul reached down and squeezed the child's ass cheeks, "Oh yes, I think I'm going to push hundreds of pins all over your beautiful body," he said, "it will be fun."

That of course did nothing to help Hanna, and the child carried on crying into his shoulder. Paul carried the child into the room where he'd first raped her, and was rather amused to find her dress still in the corner. These rooms didn't get cleared up very much while the cellars were occupied. Paul sat her on the table. Hanna glanced about the room and shook her head. Her memory as to what had happened in here would probably be patchy at best. "Lay down," he told her.

Hanna did as she was told.

Paul quickly tied her down to the table, the child started to moan, "Oh please sir," she whimpered, "I've done nothing wrong."

"Yeah but I think I've still got a bunch of punishments left over from yesterday to give you," said Paul.

"Noooo," moaned Hanna.

"Yes," said Paul, "Now be quiet or I'll have to gag you again."

Hanna closed her mouth.

"God what is it today. Every one is being good and doing what they are told."

"You'll hit me if I am bad," moaned Hanna.

"Yes that's right, now do you want to suck on my cock?" he asked.

"Oh," moaned Hanna, "Okay."

"It must be my after shave or something," laughed Paul, "Unless Becky's been handing out her happy pills to everyone."

Paul unzipped the front of his jeans and pulled out his cock. Paul started to rub the head of his cock over the small child' face, "In fact Hanna, remind me if Alice is happy when I go to see her, I've got to kill Becky. Okay."

Hanna opened her mouth to speak but Paul pushed his cock inside the girl moaned around Paul's gland. Paul reached down and stroked her hair, "Come on now doll suck on it like a good Fuck Toy."

Hanna responded instantly and started to suck. Paul sighed; she was a natural at this. Paul noticed the way the child stared at him. Paul smiled; she knew exactly what was coming next. Paul smiled at her, and reached down for the child's blond hair. He took it in his hands and heard as Hanna made whining sound around his cock. Paul grinned and shoved his cock to the back of her throat.

The child gagged and choked around his cock. Paul laughed. Nothing could beat the feeling of a child's throat around a cock. Shifting his grip on her Paul started to fuck at the child's already sore and damaged throat. Hanna screamed around his cock. Paul started to laugh. The squirming, screaming and choking of the little girl was beginning to drive Paul over the edge, he wanted to pump his cum straight into the little whores stomach. The man started to force his cock further and further down the child's throat. He knew that there as little chance of him getting it all down her tiny throat but he was going to have one good try.

It was Paul's balls that let out first. They started to fire his cum deep down Hanna's throat. Paul snorted and pulled his cock out and laughed as he watched the little girl choke on his cum.

Paul moved around the bench and placed his hand on the stomach of the tiny child fighting for a breath. He moved his fingers around the bruises that he had brought up during the darling child's stay. The marks of that morning's abuse were clearly visible as large purple splotches. Paul curled his hand into a fist. He raised it a foot from the child and once again smacked it down into the centre of her stomach.

The small girl's body jolted with the blow. Paul grinned, "Don't worry honey," he said, "I'll be back in a second."

Paul punched the child again in the stomach and giggled as he turned around leaving the child screaming.

Hanna's hoarse screams still filled the room when Paul returned. Her tiny body thrashed desperately, pulling against her bonds. "Aww, little slut," he said. "You won't break them. I couldn't break them. Come on. Time I hurt you more."

Paul laughed, as the child's efforts grew more desperate. "No!" she rasped.

"Oh yes, and look what I found for you," said Paul.

Paul dangled the soldering iron over the child's face, barely inches from her nose. Hanna's eyes went almost impossibly wide as she recognised what it was. "Oh no. Please no sir," she gasped. "Don't burn me."

Paul grinned and nodded. "Yes fuck toy," he said.

Hanna squealed as her body started to pull at the straps again with all the might her little frame could muster. It wasn't enough. This child's bones would have broken before the straps did. Paul left her to it as he plugged the soldering iron into the socket. Trailing the lead across the floor, he leant over the child. "You know what, babysex?" he asked. "I'm gonna burn your little cunt with this."

"Oh no," cried Hanna.

Paul chuckled to himself and placed the tip against her stomach. It would take a little while to heat up to fully, but already it seared into the child's smooth and sensitive skin.

Hanna howled in pain. Paul lifted the iron and pressed it into her belly button. The tiny body convulsed and thrashed about. Paul laughed. He loved burning children. There were few things he liked better. Paul lifted the soldering iron from her tummy and leant down close to her face. The child caught her breath as her eyes locked onto Paul. "I want you to choose if you want me to burn your nipples or your cunt," he said.

"Don't," murmured Hanna, begging.

Paul's grin widened across his face. "Ah darling," he said, "you spoil me. You want me to do both."

"No," said Hanna with a little more conviction.

Ignoring the child's plea, Paul placed the tip of the soldering iron against her damaged left nipple. The scream cut through Paul like a knife, making his ears hurt. He shivered. Screams were so nice, so beautiful.

Paul lifted the soldering iron and looked down at the dark red burn left on her tiny nipple. Much more and this kid wouldn't have nipples left to play with. He laughed at that thought. It was nothing more than this child deserved. He placed the iron against the other nipple and then laid the length of the rod down across her chest. The small body thrashed and jerked, desperately trying to get away from the burning.

Hanna drew in short erratic breaths to be screamed out from a surely sore and damaged throat. Paul laughed; he liked damaging children. Slowly, he pulled the soldering iron down her body leaving a deep burnt groove in its wake.

The light glistened from the child's sweatsoaked body. Paul could feel the flesh sizzle under the iron. He pulled it down over her stomach, stopping only an inch from Hanna's cunt. "Time for your cunt now babyfuck," he said. "It's going to hurt like hell."

Hanna just kept screaming. Paul doubted that she heard him. He had barely hear, himself. Lifting the soldering iron from her belly, Paul used one hand to pull open her cunt. He chuckled to himself as he looked down on the sensitive pink skin. He placed the tip of the iron against the soft cunt tissue. The child's body jolted for several moments then went still. Paul sighed "why do they have to do that?"

Putting the soldering iron down, he checked Hanna's pulse. It was a little fast but at least she was still alive. Paul sighed. The fucking whore really knew how to spoil a perfectly good torture session.

Unplugging the soldering iron, Paul put it down on the bench, before freeing Hanna's body from the table and picking her up. He threw the limp form over his shoulder and carried her from the room.

Paul took the unconscious child back to the holding room. As soon as he entered, Beth scrambled to the rear of the cage. Paul smiled at her but said nothing, as he put Hanna on the floor. Taking out the keys, he opened the cage before pushing the child's unconscious body inside. "Beth. Get out," he commanded.

The child's terrified eyes darted between Hanna and Paul. Taking a deep breath, the nine-year-old girl headed for the front of the cage.

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