The following story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to any real person
living or dead is absolutely coincidental. The narrative deals with torture and
slaughter of innocent human beings. The author in no way condones or promotes
such acts. This is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the
psyche may be explored. The author believes that exploring such subject matter in
this realm keeps it from ever needing to be explored, and much less fulfilled, in real
life. There is violence in all of us. Otherwise there would be no crime, no war, no
destruction. We must acknowledge the beast inside of us if we are to tame it. To
ignore it and repress it is to invoke its appearance in our midst. 


					Kelly's Perfect Love

1.

Yesterday I killed a thirteen year old girl.
She was lovely. Radiant, healthy, lively, intelligent.
It took me three days to kill her because I raped her and tortured her first -
thoroughly. I wanted to get everything I could from her.
I wanted to enjoy her, to make her suffer, to make her pay for being so pretty
and so young and so undeserving.
It wasn't an impulsive act. It was well thought out - what the legal people call
premeditated. 
I knew her for a while before I did her, actually targeted her before I made my first
move.
And when I seduced her and took her down she came willingly - at least part of the
way. 

Before I ever talked to her I would see her almost every day, every time I drove
past Palm street when I got off work on third shift.  Her parents dropped her off
there to wait for the school bus.  She gave me quite a few memorable hard-ons  in
her little faddish outfits, looking so innocently brave all by herself on that suburban
intersection, standing with a kind of insolent attitude on the grassy curb, her long
blonde hair cascading down her back and shoulders, sometimes in a pony tail,
sometimes bound up with bands or berets, sometimes loose and wild. I'd also seen
her once before as well, but I didn't remember that until later.

I'll call her Kelly, even though that's not her real name.  I'd be stupid
to give you her real name wouldn't I?

Kelly told me she was sixteen but I knew she was younger.
I knew that because, well I've seen the reports on television after her
disappearance' - but also because I knew that the school she went to was only a
middle school. It went only to ninth grade though Kelly lied to me about it and said
it was a high school.
I know now for sure she was only thirteen though I knew shortly after we first met
that she was younger that she claimed.
That part of it makes me feel nice.
I liked that she lied to me about how old she was, that she wanted me to think
she was older.
Its kind of cute in a way.
And she did look older.  She could have passed for a high school girl.  She had the
smarts and the attitude but a certain freshness in her face and eyes betrayed her.
She still had a lot of little girl left in her.
And I liked that.
I liked that a lot.
I've seen her momma on TV crying and asking whoever has her to return her.
The way she says it makes me almost cum. Kelly looked like her mom. I mean
the resemblance is awesome. Her mom has a sexy voice too - that sexy husky
voice women have when they're all broken up with sorrow and loss. I know Kelly
would have looked just like her mom if I'd let her live and grow up. I've taped her
mom's tearful message off the tube and kept the VHS in a box in along with Kelly's
little pink cotton panties and the little friendship bands she wore around her wrist
that last day and some love notes she wrote me.  Guess I'm kinda sentimental
that way.

I'd like to say I'm a badass serial killer and that I feel no remorse and all
that good shit but the truth is Kelly was my first kill and I do feel a little
sorry about it.  I cut a young life down for no reason other than my own sexual
gratification.  If I ever went to jail the other men in there would go to town
on me. You know they would.  And I'm sure I would deserve it.  I know
some of you are saying it now.  He deserves it.  Deserves whatever's coming
to him - killing an innocent child like that. Well, I don't know if you could call
Kelly innocent. I'm sorry I did her in a way but in another way I'm not. Just this
morning I jerked off in the shower thinking about it.  And I know
I'll jerk off every day for a while thinking about Kelly and how she suffered
for me.  Because she suffered. Suffered badly and unjustly. But she gave me
some of the best orgasms I've had in my whole fucking life.  And even if
I had to go to jail for it I know I've tasted what few other men dare to taste.
Girlblood is a fine delicacy and one many men long for.  But few have
the courage to take what rightfully belongs to them, what nature programmed
them for. They are content to live, like most of you here, with half truths
and foggy fantasies.

That rainy Tuesday morning, the first time Kelly and I actually spoke, she was afraid
to get in the car with me.  I'm sure she'd gotten the stranger-danger' speech and
she probably had it memorized. But I don't have a threatening look.  If you don't
know me and you saw me on the street chances are good that you would think I'm
a nice guy - the kind of guy that's always ready to lend a helping hand - or offer
a ride when the rain comes pouring down.  And it was raining that morning -
rain that had whipped out of nowhere, windy and cold and harsh.

I took a chance on Kelly and I'll tell you why.  I'd seen her at that intersection
but I'd realized soon afterwards that I'd also seen her once at the school shooting
baskets with some boys one warm day in April after school, her beautiful bound-up
blonde mane bouncing as she dribbled the ball, dodged and darted between the boys
on bare feet.  She had strong pretty legs and she moved like a gazelle.  I'd parked
across the street to watch.  That's something I'd been doing for some time now. 
Watching. Stalking.  Thinking about doing to some child what I would eventually do
with Kelly.  I came to realize that John Walsh, the guy on America's Most Wanted,
the guy whose little boy got his head lopped off, is right. Child killers
are not like other serial killers. They are more like hunters, cunning, deceptive and
very difficult to catch.   When Kelly would go for the basket I could see in her eyes
that she was adventurous and most likely already sexual, or at least on her way
there.  I liked girls at that age.  Fresh.  Curious.  Feeling the heat of hormones for
the first time.  Probably already bleeding and getting an inkling of what its gonna be
like to be a woman but with babyfat still on their cheeks.  The boys jeered at her as
she moved gracefully among them, probably jealous of her in that odd way boys are
jealous of girls.  The same as I was when I was their age.  Not understanding the
seductive power of a female but already under its spell, turned on by it but trying
not to acknowledge it.  I watched Kelly shoot for the basket and I pressed the heel
of my hand against the stern hardness under my pants. I'd been looking at little girls
and getting that familiar reaction for some time now, maybe for six or seven years. 
And I didn't think much of it after I drove off.  Until I saw Kelly again three months
later waiting at that intersection in the early morning hours.  Then I started
fantasizing and eventually I started doing more than fantasizing. I started planning.
I knew that I'd soon be guilty of the things for which John Walsh loved to go after
people on his television show.  I also knew neither Walsh nor any other do gooder,
moral rights crusader, or government agency would ever catch up with me - I
was going to outsmart them.  I was the kind of creature Walsh most feared, a
crafty and cunning hunter that leaves no trail. 
And now he hunter had found his perfect prey.
I knew then Kelly would be my first non-consentual experience - the first female
child to die for my pleasure.
And I knew no one would ever prosecute me for it.

Those of you who read the stories I write know my sexual preferences.  They've
been what they are now since my earliest memory.  Some of you no doubt think
of me as a sick psycho misogynist, most recently a pedophilic sadist.  And
I can't quibble with your definitions.  I suppose if you need to define me by some
kind of mainstream norm that you use as a measuring stick all those terms
would apply to me and apply well.  Some of you never waste an opportunity
to bash the pedophilic kink while still harboring your own decidedly sociopathic
enjoyment of snuff stories.  You don't realize that to the greater majority of
humanity my dark need and yours are only a matter of a slight degree change.
Society despises all of us who are on this e-group with equal disgust.

I took a chance on Kelly because I needed to make real what had only been
imagined but also because I sensed she'd be open to my advances.
I could feel that in a female just by looking at her, at the way she moved
and walked.  Kelly would be my first kill but she wasn't the first female
I'd taken violently.  There had been several, specially in the last few years,
some off the internet, some from bars, a few right off the street.  Those
had all been consentual at first but I'd pushed them all to their limits of
consentuality and giving and I was hungering for the thrill of total
violence and destruction unleashed against a helpless female.

The women I'd had up until that day had all been looking for what I had
to offer.  Kelly, of course, had not the slightest clue. And, most importantly, Kelly
was not an adult woman - she was a young girl - let's not mince words - a child -
and that was exactly what rang my chimes.

The planning was meticulous but not overly so.  I knew I needed to have
a special place to take Kelly once I decided to make my move.  This place
would have to be isolated and remote. Luckily I now live in an area
where such a place is only minutes from the center of town.  Years ago I used to
live in an over populated metropolitan area and when I needed to take a bitch
somewhere she could scream without drawing attention I'd have to drive for hours.
I already had what forensic investigators call a rape kit'- basically a collection
of restraining and torture devices in a duffel bag.  It had taken me a couple of years
to assemble it and some of the items in my collection had never been used to their
fullest potential. I was eager to see that happen.

For those of you that are curious about such things I'm not married anymore and I
don't have children so I didn't have anyone I needed to hide my interests and
pursuits from.  God forbid I should have had children, specially girl children.
I can only guess at what kind of sick shit I would have put them through.
In the beginning, the kinds of actions I fantasized about taking - these actions were
unthinkable toward someone I knew and loved but perfectly acceptable when
launched against strangers - those I knew nothing about and cared even less for. 
Now I know that if I'd had girl children of my own the eventual temptation to use
them would have been  inescapable.  

As time went on what had been only a masturbatory fantasy during my failed
marriage eventually blossomed.  I began to meet women off the internet in motels
and to experience the raw passion of masculine sadism.  I put some of those women
through serious beatings and torture.  I destroyed them physically and
psychologically. And some of them became my slaves - my cunt-property.  I used
them well and even lived off a few of them. One, a corporate lawyer, even paid my
way on an expensive European  vacation.  I have fond memories of whipping her
thighs to blood on a hilltop house in Italy as dusk darkened the majestic seaside
scenery around us.  She told me she loved me and I pissed in her mouth as she said
it.  She even told me she would die for me if I wanted that.  Unfortunately - or
fortunately for her since, as far as I know, she's still alive - I wasn't ready to take
that step then.

But by the time I gave Kelly that first ride in the rain I was ready - more than 
ready to experience the full measure of sadistic energy that posessed me and
to do so with a child. Releasing my fury on a defenseless little girl was, and had been
for some time, obsessively attractive to me.  The fact that it was Kelly was just an
accident of circumstance.  Kelly just happened to be in the right place at the wrong
time.

She stood at the intersection of the deserted suburban streets that day in a baby blue
top peppered with tiny white flower-buds and a pair of khaki shorts,  in white socks
and sneakers, her matching blue knapsack on the ground beside her, a steel-gray
dawn above.  The rain quietly pattering against the car.  The wipers
swishing back and forth. I touched the button that opened the passenger side 
power window.
"Want a ride?" I asked.
She smiled and shook her head.
The stranger-danger' speech was well ingrained.
Rain ran down her long blonde mane matting it against her face and shoulders.
Two white berrets clung to the top of it on either side.
Drops of water careened down her cheeks like tears.
Later, when I had her to myself out in the cabin in Tilson Woods, there would be
real tears.  Lots of them.
Salty and warm on my tongue.
"Come on. Its ok.  Really."
She stopped shaking her head, tilted it to the right, still smiling, her pretty brows
arched.  She had a pretty mouth - plump-lipped and wide.
I envisioned my cock filling those lips and persisted.
"You're going to school, right? Its on the way for me. Just up the road. Don't be
silly. I see you here every morning."
She still stood there smiling sheepishly when the rain suddenly began to fall 
harder. 

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had the universe
not cooperated with my plan at that moment.  Had the rain suddenly stopped
instead of intensifying I would not have spoken to Kelly again. I'm sure of it. 
Repetitiveness would draw attention.  I knew she would tell her parents about the
weirdo cruising by in the morning and as much as I wanted her I would have
stopped trying for her because I don't want to be under suspicion of any kind.  But
I didn't have to worry about that because the universe did cooperate with my plan. 
In fact it all went so smoothly that I wonder if it was all just predestined to be that
way and no other.  

The hard cold rain made Kelly  squeal and move quickly toward my car.  I popped
the door lock for her and she scrambled into the seat beside me, hauled her
knapsack in and set it beside her feet and slammed the door. Lightning flashed
overhead and thunder boomed in the distance as I rolled up the window.
"Forgot your umbrella?" I asked as I pulled out driving toward the main avenue
that would take us from the suburban neighborhood.
"Yeah," she nodded giggling.
The sound of it made my cock hard.
"Mom forgot to remind me, I guess."
My heart was pounding but I didn't show it.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Kelly. Kelly W___."
"Kelly - I'm Tom.  Happy to meet you."
"I know you," she said unexpectedly. "I mean. I see you every day too."
I could smell the sweet scent coming from her wet skin and from her hair.  Out of
the corner of my eye I saw her balance her knapsack with her school books on her
lap and reach up to unclasp the berrets, put them in her bookbag and run her hands
through her thick hair, smoothing it back.
"God, I'm completely soaked," she said.
"And you wanted to stay there and wait for the bus."
She laughed.  My balls tensed.
"Mom tell you not to talk to strangers?" I asked.
"Every five minutes."
"You ok talking to me?"
She turned to look at me as she reset the berrets in her hair, still smiling.
I glanced at her, right into her seagreen eyes.
"I guess you're not really a stranger," her smile was replaced by a wistful
expression.
"Really?"
"I've seen you before, like I said."
"Oh - right."
"Actually - I saw you watching me once, when I was playing basketball."
"Wha-at? What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"You saw me?"
"Yeah."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Uhm - a little funny - can I put the radio on?"
"Sure."
She found a station that was playing hip hop.  She knew the tune and was mouthing
the rapper's ghetto words and looking out the window.  She began to bop to the
sensual rhythm slightly and I tried very hard to keep my eyes on the road ahead.
I'd seen the soft trace of lipstick on her cute mouth.  Wasn't she a bit
young for that?
We drove on and when we were about a block from school she said:
"I don't know why but I like that you look at me," she said.
Instinctively I reached out and put my hand on her thigh.  Her bare skin moist
and wet was warm and silky.
I let my fingers just rest on her, though I wanted to squeeze and squeeze hard.
Her smile was gone then and she looked at me expectantly, trembling.
"Don't tell anyone about me," I said. "Ok?"
"Ok," she replied.
"People won't understand."
"I know -" she started to open the door to get out and she turned and said:
"I like you. I hope its not the last time you give me a ride."
She smiled giddily and slid out into the rain, out from under my hand, slamming the
car door behind her and running toward the school without looking back.

There would be many more rides.  Including one final ride I'm sure Kelly had never
thought she'd be taking.  But I had to be careful.  I didn't want anyone to see us
together or to know that any connection existed at all.  As I said before, I try to
keep suspicious possibilities to a minimum. I enjoy my freedom and I don't want to
lose it by making some stupid thoughtless move that will give me away. 
After that rainy day when I would pick her up I would leave her a block from
school where no one could see her getting out of my SUV.  

Over the next two weeks I seduced Kelly, slowly, secretly, sweetly. 
I began to pick her up after school at prearranged and desolate locations.
I have fond memories of the first few times and how she moved awkwardly
against me on the front seat of my vehicle, the radio playing pumping on CD's
Kelly liked and which I bought her,  urban rhythms, rave, techno, ghetto hip hop, as
I began to peel the layers of innocence and self respect from my child victim one by
one. "You're so pretty," I whispered in her ear. "Yes you are. Very pretty.
Very fuckin' pretty. Did you know that? Hmm? Very fuckin' sweet."
Our first kisses were clumsy. Kelly giggled incessantly.  But after a while she
stopped giggling and I had my tongue in her sweet mouth and my hands under
her miniskirt and under her sexy little blouse. "So goddamn sweet. Mmmm. Open
your legs for me. Mm-hmmm. Wider, baby.  Let me touch you. Ohh that'so nice.
D'you like that? Hm? D'you? You've got nice little titties. Reeal nice. Just relax,
sweetie. That's right. Don't fight it. Feel it. Feel it."  She also liked to wear tight
colorful shorts for me and tank tops that revealed her smooth tummy and her cute
belly button. I enjoyed groping her, licking her little inny, and sometimes pinching
her nipples until she squirmed and cried out.  Then I would take her hands and put
them on me. "Touch it. Don't be afraid. Put your hands on me. There. Feel me.
Mmmm. See how big you make me, little girl? Hmm?" And she did make me big.
Big and hard and ready to kill though she didn't know it.  She never knew in the
beginning how difficult it was for me not to reach out and strangle her to death
right there in the car, or smash her pretty little head against the dashboard, or
pound my fists into her until she screamed and bled. It was hard to go slow - but
that's what I was determined to do with Kelly.  When I took her life I wanted her to
know she'd helped me, collaborated with me, assisted in her own destruction.

"I like how you look at me," she whispered in my ear, clinging to me, rubbing
herself against me. "Mmmm - I like that you were looking at me that day - ahh -
on the basketball court - mm - and later - when you drove by - all the time -
You had a hungry look kinda - It made me tingly inside. Made me feel pretty."
"You are pretty, sweetie."
I cupped her titties and squeezed, held her still, looked into her eyes.
"You're real pretty - real real pretty."
I squeezed harder, until her brows arched and she moaned and closed her pretty
eyes.

I worked her carefully, methodically, taking her where I wanted her to go
one step at a time.  It took some doing but by our third encounter I got her in the
back seat on top of her scattered schoolbooks and notepads and pulled her shorts
and her panties down her legs.  It was then I noticed some tiny red lines etched
in her upper thighs and lower belly.
"What are these?" I asked, gently caressing the thin scratchy scabs which marred
her flawless skin.
"I cut myself," she said softly.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I like to. Specially when I think of you."
Her lips pursed attractively to the word you' and stayed that way briefly.
"Really."
"I did it before. I mean - I've been doing it for a long time - since I was eleven. With
a razor blade in the bathroom. When I take a bath. I like the way the blood looks in
the water."
I licked the tiny scars gently and kissed them and my cock throbbed urgently.
"I do it where no one will see."
I knew many young bitches engaged in masochistic behavior but I couldn't
believe I'd been lucky to stumble across one this young.
"I like that you cut yourself," I told her.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You don't think its weird?"
"Not at all. I think its perfect."  

I made her prop her feet up on the top edges of the seats while she lay back,
scrunched against the SUV's door and I dove down to lick her virgin sex-slit.  She
giggled nervously at first and bucked and fought me a little but
I forced myself on her and gradually she let me eat her, moaning softly and
lubricating copiously against my nibbling teeth and thick tongue.  I feasted
gluttonously on the little slut, knowing I would be her first lover and her last,
breaking down all her childish moral defenses, lapping and sucking at her young clit
and prodding her hot little hole with my fingertips, until she came shuddering, her
little ass bouncing, buttcheeks contracting as she gasped and groaned and gripped
the cushioned arm rest on the door above her head, tiny rivulets of pussyjuice
oozing from her swollen blonde cuntlet.  Looking at her then, lying there all
sprawled out, those little cut-scars adorning her nakedness,  I knew she was going to
take me exactly where I wanted to go.  Some females have that masochistic
emptiness that's just waiting to be filled.  A hole, like the hole between their legs - a
blank space - a need to be savagely used up.  I could read that clearly and I suppose
I had read it without even being aware of it consciously in Kelly when I'd first seen
her on the basketball court and then later at the school bus stop when I'd driven by. 
She knew I'd seen it and it turned her on, it made her own nebulous budding
sexuality an urgent reality, one that no one else had yet discovered. Even at her
tender age Kelly was a slut, sexual and needy, vacant and willing - she was the
perfect victim.  And after I'd licked her little scars and ate her sweet baby sex and
made her cum she was mine, completely heads over heels for me, wrapped around
my little finger.  

"Ahhhh Godd -" she gasped, lost in her first orgasm. "I love you, Tom!  Uhh
I love you. I love you . I love you."
I said nothing continuing to lick her pretty girlcunt until the last fluttering quiver
had spent itself.

By our third meeting I had the little bitch nude on her knees, my car seat pulled
back.  Her eyes went wide when I unzipped my pants and pulled my prick out.
It was the first time I'd shown it to her.
"Its so big," she whispered.
"You make it that way," I told her. "You know that?"
She giggled.
"And because you do you need to be punished."
"Punished?"
The idea was beyond her grasp at first. I would need to be clear and firm and I
knew that if I was she would accept it.  It was inevitable.
"All pretty girls like you are little sluts that need to be punished."
Her smile faltered.
"I'm not a little slut."
"You're in my car naked on your knees waiting for me to feed you my cock.
That doesn't exactly make you an angel does it?"
She thought about it for a moment and the smile returned. I knew I had her.
"I guess not."
"Take my word for it. You're a slut. A little fuck animal. You want to be punished.
That's why you cut yourself - I knew it from the day I first saw you."
"Really?"
"Yes - now lean over my thigh and take this in your pretty little mouth."
She'd touched me through my pants before but the first-time visual impact of a nine
inch cock up close on this young bitch was obvious.
Still, she did as I asked dipping down to cup her lips around my erect cockhead.
"Ahh - good girl - lick it - up and down - yess - you're so pretty..."
"Mmm - Its so haard," she moaned looking up at me, her eyes and lips slightly
swollen, pupils dilated.  Even in the midst of such sexuality she seemed incredibly
innocent, almost cherubic, wisps of her blonde hair tickling my erect shaft as she
moved up and down.
"I'm doing this because I love you," she said staring up fawningly as if to say : I
wouldn't do it otherwise'.
"I'm glad that you love me and that is the best of reasons - now get on it and keep
sucking - ahhh - good girl.  Good slut."
She seemed uncomfortable with the word at first but I made sure I used it
a lot until she began to accept it.
"Lean down there and lick my balls," I told her. 
She did as I asked and I stroked my erection against her forehead, following the arc
of her soft hairline.
"Look up at me," I told her.
I pulled her head by her mane so that she was under me, to one side of the
steering wheel.
"I want you to say: I'm a slut and I need to be punished. Can you do that
for me."
I kept stroking myself watching her puzzled look.
"Why do you want me to say that?"
"Well, first of all, if you love me you'll never question any demand I make upon
you, is that clear?"
She nodded uncertainly.
"You're going to obey me and obey me completely at all times."
She smiled and said:
"Oh - is it like I game?"
That's when I reached over her head opened the glove compartment and took out
the 9 millimeter.
Her eyes went wide and her smile vanished.
"You see this?"
She nodded less hesitantly now.
"Ok.  Here's the score.  You're gonna do everything I ask and do it without
hesitation, understand? Because if you don't I'll take this and visit your house
when everybody's sleeping and I'll pump two rounds into mom's head and
two into dad's head. And then I'll do the same with you."
Her eyes teared up and I put the barrel of the gun to her temple.
"Same thing goes if you decide to tell somebody about you and me.  Now tell
me what you are."
"W-what?"
She was obviously very confused now and I relished the moment.  I'd moved
into foreign territory very fast - but I knew she could handle it.
"I said tell me what you are you stupid little shit or I'll blow your head off right
now."
"I - I'm a st-tupid little shit - uhm - a s-slut..." she muttered and then -
" - and I - I deserve to be pu-punished."
"Very good, Kelly," I told her smiling, pressing the gun into the side of her head.
"Now do what a slut does best. Get your mouth on my cock and work it."
Over the next hour or so I taught her how to jerk me off and how to stroke
my balls and my dick and impale her throat on my shaft until it gagged her. Even
here fate had been kind because Kelly had a wide sensual mouth that could
accomodate almost half of my member, which was unusual for a girl her age. Hell, it
was unusual even for most grown women.  Still, I wasn't satisfied and
wouldn't be satisfied until I'd put all my meat in my babyslut's throat - I knew
that wouldn't happen until I had her in the cabin in the woods and I suspected
that by the time I accomplished that special feat she would be well on her way to
finality. 

 I put the gun down after a while because I didn't need it.  She was scared out of
her fuckin' wits and would have thrown herself off a cliff if I'd asked her to.
For that first orgasm I wanted to ejaculate on her pretty face but before I did
that I wanted to spit on her, to get her used to being completely degraded.
I made he tilt her head back against the dashboard and I hawked up and spit
on her cheeks and in her mouth. She grimaced with disgust but didn't turn away.
That was a good sign. The little fuck could and would take what I had to give.
Evenly stroking myself and gripping her by her hair I shot my load up her nose, in
her eyes, and in her sobbing mouth, all over her.
Later I wiped her off with her own panties and kissed her lovingly.
She was trembling and tears were brimming in her lovely green orbs and
trickling down her face.  She smelled of cum and I was happy to see some
of my ejaculate had ended up tangled in her pretty hair.
I put the gun away and told her to get dressed.

"It is a game, sweetie," I told her.  "I'm sorry I scared you.  But that's the way
I like to make love.  I like to scare girls and treat them rough."
I started up the car and the radio came back on. I switched it off.
"Really?" she asked. She leaned against the door, retreating from me fearfully as I
drove her back to the drop off point. But she seemed slightly relieved at the lie.
"Do you think you can handle it?" I asked her.  "I know you'll do it for me
if you really love me."
She looked out the window as we drove.  It was dusk and I knew she was gonna
catch hell from her parents.
She looked back at me after a moment, seemed to relax slightly, and said:
"I can handle it - I - I think that's the way its supposed to be."
"You're right.  That is the way its supposed to be between us."
"I love you," she muttered.
I ignored her and drove on in silence.
"Tomorrow at the lot on second avenue," I told her as we got to the dropoff point.
"Yes, sir," she said softly and stepped out of the car.


2.

The time was at hand to take little Kelly a bit further - Now that we had crossed
that first important milestone in our relationship I needed to take stronger posession
of her mind and heart and soul.

To do so I would need her for a full day, not just a few stolen moments, so after one
last meeting in a deserted parking lot behind an abandoned strip mall,  Kelly on her
knees behind a rusty old dumpster, her blouse open to display some fresh blade cuts
on the sides of her tiny babytits, her mouth wide, my cum dripping down her chin I
encouraged her to play hooky from school two days later and visit me at the Siesta
Motel.
After she wiped herself off and while she was buttoning her blouse I lit a joint
and passed it to her. 
She took a deep hit and sat back in the passenger seat of the SUV.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" I asked.
"Girls bathroom in school."
I chuckled.
"Dress pretty when you come to me, ok?"
"Ok. Can I ride my bike when I come to you?"
I took a hit on the joint and passed it back.
I liked her suggestion. Really liked it.
"Sounds nice. I'll enjoy seeing you on a bike."
"I bet you will," she replied smiling, taking another long hit on the joint.
"Hey," I said. "Go easy on that little girl. You have school tomorrow."
"Fuck school."
I put the key in the ignition and started the engine.
"Are you done with me already?"
"You need to get home."
"Fuck home."
"Hey.  I don't want this shit to get out of hand, ok?  You fuck up your life
if you want but don't fuck mine up.  You know what'll happen if you tell
somebody or if you do something stupid your parents will notice. You know
what's in that glove compartment."
She went quiet.
I tossed the joint out the window and put the SUV in gear.
"Would you really do that?" she asked after a while.
"You don't want to find out."


The motel was on the edge of the city, near the end of Murdoch Street. It was
seedy and dirty.  It was the kind of place where no one asked questions.
The rooms were equipped with old VCR tape machines for those patrons that
enjoyed enhancing their sexual experience with visual stimulation, which could be
rented at the main office for a few bucks, and the stale smells of cigarette smoke,
booze and cheap air freshener were inescapable .  The bed covers were stained and
the bedside tables had cigarette burn-streaks.  The bathroom faucet leaked. This
place was a perfect classroom for the things I needed to teach Kelly. The time had
come to destroy my victim's innocent mind and to take it right down into the gutter
because when I killed her that would be the way I would want her to die - used up,
corrupted, spoiled.
Wasted. 
I was gonna turn my little twelve year old angel into a piece of trash and
relish every fucking minute of it.  

I signed into the motel with a fake ID and requested room #33, the corner room on
the end. The clerk, a young guy who was shaved bald and had a small ring through
his eyebrow paid almost no attention to me.  After all, the place was usually pretty
empty during the day.  I knew the deal because I'd been there before with a couple
of my masochistic bitches on separate occasions though I hadn't come back in over
a year.  

I'd done some slight alterations in room #33 and was not surprised to see that what
I'd done had probably not even been noticed. It was just the way I'd left it. I'd
brought my rape kit and I'd set the duffle bag down near the battered coffe table by
the two chairs. I sat in the chair nearest the window.
I was hot and hard and ready to receive my little sweetie. 

 I peered out on the parking lot through the space between the dirty drapes. Across
from me there was an abandoned weed-overgrown lot and a green dumpster
defaced with paint-can graffitti.  Moments later I watched Kelly approach from the
street at the front of the property on her bike, punctual and obedient, her golden
hair blown back in the early morning breeze. She looked radically out of place
against the backdrop of urban decay and filth. Three rough looking black guys
hanging out next to a brown van watched her as she rode by. I studied them
speculatively, enjoyed the way they ogled my victim. I knew they were dealing
because I'd seen a couple of cars pull up already, saw the side-to-side glances and
the casual exchange of goods each time a vehicle pulled up. 

My child bitch was wearing an adorable outfit, inspired no doubt by the young pop
MTV divas she idolized. I knew she was doing it for my benefit and that she would
catch hell at home for leaving the house in those clothes . She would also catch
serious hell for riding around alone and dressed that way in this seamy
neighborhood. But I knew Kelly was resourceful and had probably figured some
way to avoid detection by her parents.  

A tight pair of black Adidas gym shorts revealed most of her long bare legs and a
tiny green halter top left her midriff and belly button exposed.  She had on a pair of
black beach sandals and hoop earings and watching her ride that bike up to the
motel room, seeing the way her young body moved as she pedalled, just made my
mouth water.  I knew the black drug dealers felt exactly the same way.  I thought
they would say something to her but they just stared as she floated by.  Watching
them gave me an idea I hadn't thought of, a spontaneous one that I thought I would
follow up on later, extremely dangerous, specially for little Kelly, but highly
appealing to my aroused sadistic nature.

I stepped away from the window, let the drapes fold back and stripped off my shirt
and kicked off my shoes and socks.  When she  knocked I made her wait.  On the
third knock I picked up my gun and opened the door.

"Hi," she said, surprised to see me, obviously caught off balance. Her eyes strayed
down to the gun in my hand and then to the bulge in my jeans.
"Get in," I said tersely. "Bring the bike inside."
If she expected some friendly little welcome she was gravely mistaken.
When the door closed behind her and she propped the bike up on its stand
I took her by her bare arm and pulled her toward me.
I pressed the gun to her temple.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked roughly.
"Y-you," she muttered.
"What are you?"
"I'm a stupid little sh-shit - I'm a worthless slut."
"Good girl," I said putting the gun down on the night table. 
Greedily I took her face in both my hands and french-kissed her feeling her melt
slowly against me still shaking.  Her cheeks were cool from her morning ride.
I yanked her head back by her hair.
"Tell anybody about this?"
"No, sir."
I liked the way her bare flat belly felt against mine.
"Are you sure?"
"No one knows, sir."
"You better not be lying to me, missy."
"N-no - I'm not. I - I love you."
"Right. Well.  Today we're going to find out if that's really true."
"It is true, sir. I love - I - adore you. I'll do anything for you."
"Alright, you little shit. We'll see about that. Get on your knees for me. Right now.
Right here."
I pointed to a spot in the middle of the room near the television set.  I wanted
her to be able to see the screen clearly.
"I'm gonna show you some tapes."
"Tapes?" she said as she slid down to the floor.
"Yeah. Porno. You know what that is?"
"Uhm - I've heard about it."
"Bullshit. I know you've seen some. Don't lie to me."
"I haven't! I heard my friends in school talk about it."
She reached up with both arms to move her hair back from her face.
"What have you heard?" I asked reaching into the shopping bag I'd brought
the videos in.  I thought I'd start her out with Chokecum, a brutal hardcore
epic I'd found perfect for Kelly's introduction to sexual depravity.
"Its - like - dirty stuff," she said.
"Dirty?" I said popping the tape into the VCR and switching the TV on.
"Dirty how?"
She giggled nervously.
"Dirty how?" I repeated glaring at her.
"You know - like sex -"
"Like sex. You mean like what we do? You and me."
"Yeah - like that."
"So you think what we do is dirty."
I hit play on the VCR.
"No. I mean - its - not - well -"
"Shut up and look at the screen."
She did.
On the screen a slender young girl with dark hair to her shoulders knelt on a lawn
naked.  Her hands were leather cuffed behind her.  She was nude and two
men stood in front of her, also nude, jerking off their big cocks.  It was bright and
sunny. The camera went in close as one of the men grabbed the girl by her hair
and lifted his erect prick to her face.
Kelly giggled.
"Its so big," she said as she watched the girl begin to give the man head. "Just like
yours." Her eyes looked up at me teasingly then returned to the screen.
The glow of the television made flickering reflections in Kelly's emerald orbs.
On the screen the other man also lifted his cock to the girl's face. The girl began to
service both men bobbing her slutty face, sliding her lips around the long cockshafts,
swallowing and deep throating the two guys who were only visible from the waist
down. As the men got worked up they began to slap the girl's face.
Silently Kelly watched the smile that had graced her features slowly evaporating.
The girl in the video moaned passionately and responded to the rough treatment but
kept sucking both cocks alternating from one to the other, trying to please both
males.  She was intermittently pulled away by her hair, loudly slapped, and tugged
back to suck.
"Mmmm," Kelly said, her eyes glued to the screen. 
Now the men began chokefucking the red-cheeked girl, ramming their cocks as far
as they could get them in her throat, occasionally deep-hilting so that her nose
pushed right up into their pubic hair.
They called the girl dirty names and urged her on to slam herself on their shafts.
"God," Kelly said in surprise. "How can she do that?"
"That's called deep throat. She's learned to control her gag reflex.  Think you can
do it?"
"I don't know..."
"I think you can," I said pulling her face against the bulge in my jeans and making
her rub her cheek against it.  After a few moments I unzipped and unleashed my
eager cockmeat for her.
She looked up at me.
"You want me to do like the girl on the video?"
"Yes," I told her, gripping her by her hair. "Just like that - and keep watching..."
I rubbed my cock gently on her cheeks while the bound girl on screen groaned
and choked and puked up gobs of spit.
"Eewww!" Kelly cried with disgust. "That's nasty."
"You think so?" I asked rhetorically.
I pressed my cock against Kelly's pretty lips.  Though she'd pleasured me several
times already she'd never gone to the extremes the video was showing her.
The men on the screen now got rougher and more violent. They laughed at the girl
and called her pig and scumbag.
"Well," I told Kelly. "If you love me then that's what you'll do for me."
"They're hurting her."
"Yes. They are. Take me in your mouth."
She looked from the screen up into my eyes and obeyed then began to suck gently.
Her eyes strayed back to the screen.
One of the men was shooting off on the girl's face.
The girl opened her mouth wide for it.
The man shot off on her tongue and down her throat.
Kelly moaned.
Her young mouth felt heavenly around my shaft.  I slid in deep and gripped her
hair.
"Watch your teeth," I told her. "Keep your mouth wide so your teeth don't
hurt me."
As she opened for me I thrust into her throat and she choked and pulled back
coughing.
"Try to control it," I said pulling her back to my shaft. "The way I showed you."
"Yes, sir," she said meekly.
The other man on the screen, the one who had not yet orgasmed, aimed his cock
at the cum-smeared face of the bound kneeling girl and began to piss on her.
"Gghhh," Kelly grunted.
I could see she was horrified. She'd never seen such extreme sexual behavior before
and it pleased me to watch the corrosive effect of the images on her.  It knew she
was trying to cope with it and to please me because of her love for me.  I was using
her love to get what I wanted from her.  It made me feel powerful.
When I pressed my cockhead down her throat again she managed to hold on
without choking for a few seconds.
By the fourth attempt she was able to relax and take me in her throathole, her
hands clasped at her sides against her thighs.
By the sixth attempt I was able to hold her nose shut and pump her head for almost
a full minute watching her gag, the head of my cock lodging deep past her uvula
and pulling out, making a wet clucking noise, her face flushing as her hands pushed
against my thighs.
I'd still gotten not much further than just short of half way on my cock but
fucking her throat felt wonderful.
"Put your hands down," I ordered.
She did, slowly, still choking on me, making gagging noises, bringing her arms
down to her sides as streams of spit and drool oozed from her lips and down her
neck.
On the porn video three more men stood around the girl now jerking
off.  The man who had pissed on her now shot his cum in her eyes and head.
I pulled out of Kelly's throat, still keeping my cock in her mouth, and I made
her watch as the men formed a circle and began pissing on the kneeling
girl.
"Watch her," I told Kelly. "See? She likes it. She's learned to like it. She knows
that's what the men like and she's learned to please them."
"Yeghhh," Kelly groaned.
Grabbing her head by her hair and putting my other hand around her throat
I slid as deep as I could go into her throat and pumped her savagely.  She winced
and gurgled as my fat cock-crown clucked noisily in and out of her gullet.
I drew my cock out of her mouth and slowly stroked myself in front of her.
"Is that what you like?" she asked breathless as I released her head.
"Yes. That and more."
I unbuckled my belt, slipped it off, tossed it on the bed and stripped my pants off.
"More?"she asked incredulous.
"You'll see," I said turning my back to her and bending down to lean on the edge
of the bed.  "Right now get under me and lick my balls."
"Yes, sir," she replied sliding down to sit on her haunches, legs folded under her
head angled up, her mouth pressed to my genitals as I spread my legs
apart for her.
In a counterpoint to what was happening between me and Kelly the girl on the
screen also pressed her face under one of the men to suck his balls. The men
kept up a constant invective, a degrading assault on their prey.
The sounds coming coming from the television and the sensation of the young
impressionable girl-child on my balls and on the root of my prick were taking me to
a delicious high.	

On the screen another sequence began - a slutty looking blonde was being
face-slapped.
She was crying and her mascara was running down her face.
I swung around and tugged Kelly out in front of me by her hair.
"I'm going to hit you," I told her. 
She nodded, a look of almost blank resignation in her eyes.
She was a smart little girl and she knew that whatever was happening on the TV
was there for her to learn and accept, that I'd chosen carefully what I wanted her to
see, and that there would be no backing off.
I didn't go easy. The first slap nearly knocked her over.
"Kiss my hand," I hissed.
She did and I slapped her again, this time gripping her by her hair to keep her
from falling.
"Owww," she cried.
It was nice to hear the woman on the screen getting hit while I did the
same to my young victim.
"It hurts," she sobbed.
"I know," I told her. "I like to hurt you."
"You're gonna bruise my face."
"That's right."
I hit her again, harder.
"And will you tell on me?"
"N-no," she sobbed weakly. "No, sir. Of course not."
"Why?"
I slapped her again.
"Oww! B-because I - I - love you."
I turned around again and leaned on the bed.
"Good girl. Show me how much you love me. Get under me and suck my balls -
ahhh - yeahh - lick my asshole, sweetie. C'mon. You know where it is. Mmm -
yeahh - right there - right there. Reach up and stroke my cock - slowly - SLOWLY
- that's better - keep licking. You're doing real well, Kelly.  Real real well.  Now just
kneel there I want to slap you again - yess - so fuckin' pretty..."
I circled to face her and I hit her a few more times until her cute cheeks were
flushed, her emerald eyes twinkling tearfully and eventually after I shoved myself
back in her mouth she began spewing thick white gobs of phlegm as my cock
reamed her throat.  Uncontrollably she spurted mucous from her nostrils and made
loud gargly sounds and kept her hands clutched at her sides.
I put my hands around her throat and squeezed while I slid in and out of her
mouth.
"Choke for me," I told her.
She looked up pleadingly as I shut her trachea and fucked her twitching throat.
On screen the blonde was being gangbanged, a cock in her twat and one in
her asshole.  She lay on top of one man on her back reaching out to jerk
off two other men, leaning her head back upside down to swallow a fifth man's
penis.
I spit on Kelly's suffering face, pulled my cock out and twisted her head by
her hair making her watch the obscene action on the television screen.
"Ever seen anything like that, sweetie?" I asked her, slow-stroking myself,
looking at her face in the video's strobing glow, my spit running down the
side of my child victim's cheek into her ear lobe and down her neck.
"No," she sobbed weakly. "Its - s-so nasty -"
"Well that's what women do for the men they love."
I pulled her face back to me, slapped her once and slid my cock back into her
moaning mouth. She shut her eyes tightly and gasped for air.
"Look at me," I growled reaching down and pinching her nostrils shut.
She did and her pretty eyes made my cock grow bigger and more stifling in
her constricted throat.
"Learn to please me, bitch.  Learn to please me or die trying."
Holding her to me by her nose I looked at the large mirror on the dresser to my
left.  The entire room was reflected there, the flickering television, the bicycle
near the door, the thirteen year old blonde bunny on her knees being facefucked by
the crew-cut muscular six-foot-two thirty seven year old man.  It was one of those
images that imprint themselves on your mind and flash back in memory
unexpectedly years later.  I was naked but Kelly still wore her little slutty outfit, the
black shorts and green halter top, the black sandals.  On her knees, her mouth filled
with me, struggling for breath as I pinched her nose and stabbed her throat with my
cock she was incredibly beautiful and what I was doing to her was unspeakably
obscene.  It took  all I had to keep from picking the gun off the night table and just
blowing her pretty little head off right then.  But I knew I couldn't do that. Not in
the Siesta motel.  And in any case, I  still had a long ways to go with Kelly.
Grunting with pleasure I took a few more savage moments of pleasure from her
then I stepped back and took my cock from her mouth. I slapped her again. Hard.

Leaving Kelly crying on her knees I loaded the next tape.  It was somewhat grainy
and blurry but clear enough.  It had been made some years before in Germany
and showed a pretty young woman wearing only fish-net stockings and a garter
belt with suspension straps which were clipped to the stockings.  The woman, who
wore a dog collar around her neck, from which a metallic letter M' hung, dangled
by upstretched arms, way up on her toes, wrists cuffed tight in leather bondage
cuffs - long dark red hair tumbled down over her breasts, legs spread wide open and
cuffed to a spreader bar.  Her pussy was shaved hairless. A man strode into the
frame, his back to the camera.  He was naked except for a black leather harness the
straps of which criss-crossed his chest and back and met in the middle connected by
metal O' rings.  He was wearing a black leather hood that covered half his head.  A
long green rod which appeared to be made of fiberglass or plastic was in the man's
hand and as he barked orders at the bound female in German she circled awkwardly
around turning her back to the camera.  The man stood behind her and said
something and then the woman answered in a weak submissive voice.  The man
raised the green rod high and swung it hard across the woman's chunky asscheeks. 
She cried out, her high heel shoes clattered against the wooden floor and then she
counted the stroke in German.
"He hit her," Kelly said.  She'd stopped crying and was watching with sudden
interest and amazement, spit and tears trickling down her flushed face, down her
neck, forming a dark wet spot on the collar of her halter top.
I chuckled.
The man swung the green cane again. It whistled and thwacked against the back
of the dangling redhead's thighs.
"He's making love to her," I said.
Kelly looked on trying to grasp what she was watching and what I was telling her
was happening.
Again and again, with increasing tempo and harshness the fiberglass rod stung into
the suspended woman who continued to respond to the pain and to keep track
of each cut.
"She's his slave," I told her. "She loves him deeply and she does whatever he
wants her to do.  She likes the pain he gives her.  She likes to hurt for him."
Kelly brushed the back of her hand across her lips, pushed her blonde hair from her
eyes.
"His slave -" she muttered.  "How can she like it? Why is he hitting her so hard if
she loves him?"
"He hits her like that because its what she deserves. I told you. All pretty girls
are sluts who need to be punished. All pretty girls need to be slaves."
I watched her as she tried to cope with the idea to the harsh smacks of the
rod coming from the television set and the moving images indelibly imprinting
themselves on her trusting mind.
"Do my mom and dad do stuff like that?" she asked, a look of disgust on her face.
"I don't know," I replied.  "Maybe they do."
"Eww I just can't think of them - like that."
"Well they did something or you wouldn't be here. But they wouldn't share that
with you.  Its adult stuff. They don't think of you as being old enough."
"Maybe I'm not old enough."
"Sure you are. Old enough to bleed - old enough to fuck."
"C'mere," I said. "Lie across the bed and keep watching."
She rose and moved toward the bed, eyes never leaving the screen.
She lay on her back across the stained bedcover, up on her elbows.
I came around the bed and reached down to pull her tight shorts and panties
down to her ankles and off her legs along with her sandals.  There were no
new blade-lines on her and the old ones were fading. 
A few inches away, near the pillows, my belt lay, curled like a sleeping snake,
metal buckle at the center of two irregular loops.
I'd be using it soon.  It would definitely provide the first taste of the pain
little Kelly so perfectly needed and deserved.
On the screen, the hooded man turned a noisy crank and the redhead, now
displaying several mean welts across her butt and thighs which were visible even
on the low quality video copy, rose up off the floor, her stockinged feet wriggling
helplessly.
I went on my knees in front of my postrate child victim.  She still wore the
cute green halter top but was now naked from the waist down.  A soft peach fuzz
covered her pubis the same color as the almost imperceptible hair on her forearms
and legs but more substantial.
"I'm going to eat you like I did in the car," I told her.
"Oh," she said looking up at me. "Is that what you call that?"
"That's what its called. Spread your little legs wide for me."
As I slid down to taste Kelly's warm smooth slit she turned to watch the action on
the screen.
Wickedly the hooded man now rained slashing cuts across the front of the
suspended redhead's body.
I timed my lapping tongue to the flailing rod.
"Mmm -"Kelly moaned watching the TV intently. "She must really love him."
I lifted Kelly's small thighs in my hands and she dropped her bare heels on my
shoulders.
Opening my mouth wide I tongued and sucked and licked at her hungrily.
The woman on the screen began to screech in agony and kick.
The camera zoomed in as the rod struck her firm fine-sized boobs drawing
bits of blood.
Kelly spread her arms apart on the bed in a crucified position, hands down and
gripping the bedcover.  She began to moan and press her hips up to meet
my mouth her eyes accepting, drinking in the pornographic images, her little
pussy accepting my invading mouth, her small feet digging into my back.
"Ahh -"Kelly moaned. "-a-are you g-going to hit me like that?"
I didn't answer, instead I pressed my face deep past the soft-as-flower-petals folds of
my little girl's cunt.
I had seen the German video many times and I knew what was coming.  I knew
Kelly was in for a few surprises and I meant to exploit every one of them.
The video now cut to the same woman, her legs hoisted upward on the
spreading bar in a wide V facing the man who brandished a short dogwhip
with metal studs on the tails.
The man barked some mean-sounding words and began to whip the redhead's
pussy with the dogwhip.
He struck evenly and unhurriedly, stroke after stroke and the woman danced
in midair and howled.
Kelly bounced responsively to the images, cringed, bit her teeth and pressed
her pussy against my mouth.
"Ouch," she said. "That must really hurt."
I rose up and knelt on the edge of the bed over her.
"I'm going to fuck you," I told her.
"Now?"
"Yes. Lift your legs up. Hold them up for me. Pull them back. C'mon. Way
back. Spread wide. Ahh. Yeah. Keep watching the video."
"Your thing is so big - its going to hurt me..."
"This your first time?"
As if I didn't know.
"Yesss..."
"Well - your virgin days are over, bitch."
I leaned forward and rubbed the fat head of my cock on her small wet pussy.
Slash. Slash. Slash. On screen the dogwhip struck and struck.  The redhead
screamed in German, possibly for mercy, possibly for more punishment.
Placing the impossibly large crown of my dick right at the entrance of my virgin
childbitch's lovehole I began to push down into her.
Her hands gripped the back of her calves tightly as I began to squeeze inward.
"Oo-oowwwww!" she cried weakly.
Slash. Slash. Slash.  Tiny trickles of blood began to run off the welts on the
redhead, Slave M's, pussy now in close-up as the dogwhip flashed and tore at her.
"You're gonna be mine, you little slut," I told Kelly. My voice rough and low. "All
fuckin' mine."
I leaned down on the bed on my fists, my arms on either side of her bent
back legs and gave her my weight.
She seemed so small under me. Tiny. A plaything.
My prick fat and hard as concrete pile-drove down gushing out her hymen.
She squealed and a tiny burst of blood broke around the sides of my shaft.
"Yeahhh," I grunted. "Fuck you, you little scumbag. This is what a man feels like."
I was going deeper. 
On screen the hooded man flailed the studded dogwhip on the back of Slave
M's firm fleshy thighs, across her calves and again across her bleeding swollen
pussymeat.
"AAowwww!"Kelly cried. "You're gonna split me open!"
I reached up with one hand and grabbed her throat.
"Maybe I will, bitch but you'll just shut up and take it. You'll learn to give me what
I want."
I squeezed my fingers into her neck choking her for a few moments then grabbing
her hair I swung her gasping face to the TV screen.
"Keep watching."
The video cut to the woman lying on top of a table, her legs still suspended from the
spreader bar, her arms ropebound to the table legs.
The man stood at the side of the table.  From a silver tray that resembled something
from a hospital operating room he took a long thin needle in a rubber gloved hand.
The camera went in for an extreme closeup of the redhead's battered pussy.
As the man put the needle to the woman's clit and pushed it in, timed to her
howling shriek, I pushed my cock to the hilt in little Kelly's cunt slamming
up against her cervix.
It felt so fucking good to be buried in her tight little teen-girl cunt.
I ground down into her cruelly as she sobbed loudly, obediently watching the video
as the hooded man pierced the needle all the way through the clitoral hood.
Dark blood drops ran from the penetrated fleshnub as the man picked up another
needle and stabbed it through the redhead's labia.
"That's horrible!" Kelly moaned.
"Its what I like and if you love me as much as you say you do you'll learn to love
it."
The hooded man proceeded to pierce needles into the shrieking redhead's breasts
and nipples until they were festooned and bloody.
Then the camera swung around and followed him around the table as he
raised his cock to the crying face of the redhead and began to piss in her mouth.
Obediently the woman kept her lips wide for the amber flow that gushed
at her spattering her face as the man reached down and gripped her head, his fist in
her tangled hair, to hold her steady.
I continued to slow fuck Kelly, opening up her little cunt, using her well, my hips
moving sensually and rhythmically, the weeping child's virgin blood streaking my
shaft and dripping down my balls.
The man finished pissing and then began to jerk himself off.  He shot off in
the redhead's face, mostly in her eyes and then the screen went to static.
Slowly I slid out of my broken angel and went to the television.
I had two more tapes to show her.

After I put the next tape into the VCR I ordered Kelly to get rid of the halter top.
I wanted her naked now - completely naked.

As I said earlier, I had prepared unit #33 months before - for a thirty year old slut
whom I'd met on the internet. I had drilled two small holes in the ceiling near the
middle of the room into the ceiling beams through the stucco surface and screwed
eyelet hooks into the holes - the hooks were still in place and now, just as I'd done
months earlier, I took two strands of rope from my duffle bag.
"What are you doing?" Kelly asked. She now sat on the edge of the bed looking at
me.
"Just shut up and watch the TV."
I strung up  rope strands from each hook in the ceiling.
.
On the screen a group of men forced a voluptuous and whorish brunette female out
into a grassy field.  The woman's wrists were bound behind her and one of the men
led her by a leash hooked to a dogcollar around her neck.  The whore walked
unsteadily on the grass in six inch stilleto heeled sandals strapped to her feet.  She
and the men were naked.
"Come over here," I told my sweet baby teen.
She rose from the bed and moved toward me as if she were walking in her sleep.
I lifted one of my Kelly's arms up and bound the wrist to the dangling rope high,
forcing her to stand tippy toe.
"Oh my God," she murmured. "That's tight - it is sooo tight."
"Keep quiet," I told her. 
As she tottered there clumsily and sniffled I picked up my belt from the bed and let
it uncoil to the floor.  Kelly's eyes were drawn to it as it dragged on the carpet.
The men on the video forced the woman to the ground on her knees and moved
in.  They took turns gagfucking her savagely.  Slapping her.  They removed the dog
collar and put their hands on her throat and choked her.  The woman groaned
responsively but did not fight her attackers or attempt to escape.  This video was in
English. The men called the woman pig, whore, slut.  They jacked her head from
one to the other, yanked her hair, twisted her every which way.
Kelly watched open mouthed.
"I'm gonna hit you with the belt," I told her. "I want you to put your hand
in your pussy and rub yourself."
"Rub myself?"
"Play with yourself, stupid - you've done that before haven't you?"
She nodded, looking at me with trepidation.  A trickle of blood ran down her thigh.
She looked so cute with her one arm trapped way up over her head like that.
"Spread your legs wide for me. C'mon. Wider. I know its hard because you're
arm is tied up there but you can do it.  Stand way up on your toes.  That's it.
Very pretty. Very nice, Kelly.  That's the way I like to see you.  Keep watching the
video for me."
I watched Kelly's fingers part the folds of her abused pussy as her lanky legs slid
apart and I circled around her raised the belt and took aim.
My childbitch had a luscious little ass and I swung down across it viciously.
She cried out as the belt impacted.
"Owwww!"
"Quiet!" I snarled.
"It hurts soo bad!"
"I know it hurts. Its supposed to hurt. Aren't you learning anything from what
I'm showing you?"
On screen two men had taken up black riding crops and they were whipping the
kneeling whore on her tits.  A third agressor stood behind her looped a rope around
her neck and choked her.  The woman stared at the camera wide mouthed and
drooling.  As the camera circled around her a fourth man came into view striking
the woman's calves with a short whip.
The ugly sounds coming from the television filled the room.
"That's pain," I told Kelly pointing at the screen and then I swung the belt hard
across her little ass. 
She stifled her cry this time, her eyes tearing up.
"I'm going easy on you,"  I told her.
I really wasn't. Let's face it bringing a little girl like Kelly into a stinking hellhole
lke the Siesta Motel to warp her mind with filth and basically rape her and beat her
could in no way be construed as going easy'.  But I needed her to reach, to accept.
to stretch way beyond her comfort zone. Hell, I needed the little bitch to fucking
shatter, physically and psychologically before I could go take her to the
limits I'd planned for her.
Again I swung the belt across the creamy tops of her rosy asscheeks.
One of Kelly's legs kicked up off the floor then returned slowly.
"Let the pain fuck you," I told her.  "Let it fuck your body...play with yourself..."
The belt wooshed down and struck.
"Come on. Play with yourself. Give yourself pleasure while I give you pain."
Above, on the rope, her trapped hand rolled into a fist then opened wide,
fingers extended, reaching.
The rope creaked against the eyelet hook.
Wackk!
After the beltstroke, Kelly's hand closed again, her body jerked, she bounced
slightly.
"Ugghh!" she grunted.
I saw the hand between her legs working, stroking.
Slasshhh!
Her eyes never left the television screen as her body now suffered and sweated
for me on the edge of surrender.
The whore on the video impaled herself on one of the men who lay
on the ground. She pushed her asshole down on to his upright prick while
the other three guys continued to whip her.  The choke rope still dangled
from her neck and the guy on the ground reached up and took it yanking
her head back and strangling her as the riding crops and the whip thudded
into her.
"Suffer for me, Kelly," I growled.
Crackkk!
The beltstroke made Kelly kick both legs back up off the floor and toss her head
back, her little hand rippling against her sex.  Her movements set her spinning
slowly and I swung the belt across her belly and forearm as she circled
making her jerk spastically and look at me pleadingly for a moment before her eyes
returned to the television screen across the room.
I whipped her upper thighs and lower back and as she turned, dangling by
one arm, her feet sometimes not touching the floor I took a couple of swipes
at her little budding titties and at her armpit and at her exposed stretched
flank.
Her toes searched for purchase against the carpet as she stopped her
rotation to stare intently at the television.
The whore on the glimmering screen was being beaten, two men on either side of
her pounding their fists into her tits and face.  The rope was digging hard into
her neck, leaving a crimson mark.
Kelly's hand moved quicker and quicker on her muff as she held herself in place,
watching, her mouth open, lips swollen, one corner of her mouth twitching as I
struck harder now across her butt, putting all my strength into the swinging of the
fat leather belt.
Small responsive whimpers came from her. Stifled gasps.
My belt sang.
"Keep - the - noise - down -" I warned.
Thudd! - Cracckkk! - Whappp! - Slasshhh!
Dark red belt-tongue shaped welts streaked across her firm rump and the
back of her thighs and her lower back.
"Ahh -" she groaned, shivering. "Uhh - ug - ahg -"
"Good girl," I urged. "Just keep taking it like that. Keep taking it."
Kelly's hand pressing eagerly, working steadily as my belt fell.
The whore on the television screen now being fucked up the ass and the cunt
simultaneously.  Metal clamps attached to her nipples.  A candle dripping
wax on her face and mouth leaving dark blue clumps.
"Umm - like it -" Kelly groaned. "I like it - I like it - ugg -"
I hit her harder.  Three more strokes. Loud as shit in the small room.
I stepped up to Kelly, wrapped the belt around her neck and pulled the loop tight.
"Ugh -" she gasped, eyes fluttering, her hand working faster and faster. "Ghmm!"
Leaving the belt around my childbitch's neck I took a bottle of baby oil from the
rape kit' duffel bag and popped off the cap.
I squirted a thin smattering streak of it across Kelly's back.
She jumped slightly in response to the thick cold fluid oozing down
her superheated body.
I squirted some oil on her lower belly watching it roll into her masturbating fingers
and I let her work herself for a few more seconds then I grabbed her slick hand and
lifted it high above her head to the other dangling rope.
"Noo," she begged, looking at me as I knotted the cord above her.
"Pleeease - I wanna rub myself - I wanna r -"
I slapped her hard and told her to shut the fuck up.  
"I don't care what you want," I told her. "What you want counts for nothing here!
Only what I want is important, understand?"
She hung her head crying.
I yanked it up by her chin.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes -" she whimpered. "Yes - s-sir."
"Who the fuck do you belong to?"
"You, sir."
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you, sir."
"Good - I'm gonna take you up the ass."
She whimpered again as I smeared the baby oil I'd squirted on her back into
the crack between her whipped buttocks and into her anus and into her pussyhole. 
She was warm and wet her girlsex swollen and moist.  I squirted more baby oil
on her belt-streaked buttcheeks and began to work my middle finger in and out
of her asshole to soften the orifice up.
On the television screen the men now took turns jerking off on the whore's face
and mouth.  She waited wide-lipped for each male orgasm, her eyes focused
on each agressor's face as he stroked in an expression of total surrender
and servility.  Bits of blue wax still stuck to her cheeks and hair.  When she
was doused with sperm she showed the camera, leaning forward, smiling, so that
the oozy mass was visible in her mouth before she swallowed it.  When all
four men had emptied their loads they took turns pissing on her
hair and in her face and in her wide open mouth, drenching and choking her.
Finally they forced her to lie on the grass and each man took his turn to
crouch over her.
"Oh no," Kelly uttered.
Then she moaned softly as I put the inflamed head of my cock up to her indented
anal pucker between her beltwhipped buttcheeks.
"Are they going to go to the bathroom on her?" she asked.
"You know it," I grunted and I pressed my cockhead up into Kelly's little asshole.
"Owww!" she cried.
I grabbed the ends of the belt which still hung around her neck and I yanked it
tight immediately suffocating my little bitch.
The obscene sounds of farting came from the television set as the first man poised
himself over the woman's face and let his bowels go.  As a thick turd mass
slid out of his ass and on to the whore's face I pushed upward into my angel's
butthole.
Kelly began to bleed on me right from the beginning, blood and baby oil
lubricating the savage sodomy.  She cried and sobbed and gasped for air
as I fucked her asshole and made her watch the sick obscenity of four men
using a woman's mouth for a toilet in an open field.
I watched too, fascinated by the whore's desperate need to please, to open wide
for each glop of faeces, to rub her face and forehead against the men's assholes
smearing herself with brown goop, smearing her cheeks and hands and her
tits with it eagerly.
"Look at er," I told Kelly. "She fuckin' loves it."
"Ughh -" Kelly sobbed.  I let up on the belt a little, tightened, let up, tightened,
in an intermittent rhythm.
"Are y-you gghh - gonna do that - agh - to me?" she asked.
"I might," I said yanking the belt tight and pushing up into her, holding her
by one hip as  she shuddered, suspended helplessly from the ceiling.
"I should. I know you deserve it -"
I pressed deeper into her.
"Don't you, cunt? Huh?"
"Ghh!" she gasped, nodding.  Her face was flushed dark red.
"Tell me. Tell me you deserve it."
"I -gh - d-deserve - it!"
"Bitch!"
Kelly farted involuntaritly against my invading cock and morsels of brown shit
rolled down my shaft.  She farted again and again as I pounded her matching
the noise coming from the TV.
Angrily I plowed into my child captive and choked her almost unconscious with my
belt.  I needed to cum soon or I would probably kill her.  I let go of the
belt and grabbed her body by her hips and I began to work her up and down on
me, masturbating myself with her suspended body.  I looked down to see
my now fully and wonderfully erect cock massive and impressive, lodged in
her tiny violated shitsmeared cornhole, streaked with blood, Kelly's crap and oil,
gleaming.  It was as hard as granite and each time I jacked in and out of Kelly
vibrant sensations raced all along its length and down into my balls as she groaned
with pain. 
The television screen had gone to static after the last image: the shit-covered whore
lying on the ground on her back as the men walked away.
"Unhhhh!" I growled. My fingers were leaving deep imprints in Kelly's sides
as I worked her. I pushed in, upward to my balls and then lifted her, almost all the
way off, then I'd yank her back down on to me relishing the sensation of the
thirteen year old helplessly impaled on my sex.
I slid my shitsmeared cock out of her asshole and put it to her cunthole and
began pistoning her up and down unforgivingly.  She arched her head back.
"Ohhh yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she screeched and I felt her little pussy contracting
on me orgasmically. Delightfully I sensed a flood of warm creamy fluid spilling from
her and down my balls.  It wasn't blood or piss - Kelly was a gusher - the first
I'd ever had - a girl who squirts slimy cuntjuice when she cums hard, the way Kelly
was cumming now.
But finishing her wasn't enough for me. I needed to climax in her ass. I needed
to hurt her as much as possible now and I slid out of her pussy and rammed
back up into her bleeding shithole.
"Naaaaaa!" Kelly bawled miserably, farted loudly, quivered.
"Shut up, pig!" I growled punching her lower back hard, making her arch
and twist to the left, the ropes groaning against the hooks in the ceiling as she
yanked downward trying to pull her arms free.
"You came. Now its my turn," I told her.
I took the belt and drew it killingly tight.  Her face went beet red and her eyes
bulged.
To the sound of television static I buttfucked the thirteen year old heartlessly,
grinding in and out of her until my balls tightened up sweetly.
"Ohh yeahhh!" I grunted, pulling the belt still tighter.
Her sphincter irised shut on my prick with instinctive urgency and her tongue
lolled out of her mouth.
"Here it is you stupid slimy scumbuckett!"
I shot my load deep into Kelly's churning intestines, choking her with the belt as I
did it, spurt after spurt after spurt.
Her legs rose up out on either side of her, toes clenched, a low hissing gargle
in her throat.
I held her as long as possible like that then I let her go, slid out of her and
stepped back.
My cum oozed out of her asshole as she passed gas shamelessly and her legs
slumped back down.
Her welt-covered buttcheeks spasmed, clenched and unclenched.
She stood on her toes arms upstretching, she trying to catch her breath and
moaning, cunt-drool and blood running down her legs.
I came around and stood in front of her, took her face by her chin and tilted it up
to look into her dazed teary eyes.
"What do you say?" I snarled. "C'mon, pig. What do you say to me?"
"Uhgwww -"
"You say thank you', you hear me? Thank you, master. C'mon say it, pig.
Say it nice and clear to me."
"Gh - th-thank you, m-m-master - thank you - th-thank you - th-thank y-you -"
I took the knife from the duffle bag and she flinched and her eyes went wide.
I smiled, reached up and cut her free of the ropes and she slid to her knees and
cringed against the side of the bed crying.
"We're not finished for the day yet, missy," I told her. "No sir. Not by a long
shot."

"Get up," I ordered.
She rose weakly and stood before me snivelling, mucous spilling from her nostrils,
drivel from her lips.

She had no idea what I was doing and was too far gone to ask.
"Wipe yourself off and get dressed," I told her. "You've got some work to do."
She obeyed going into the bathroom for a towel, patting it on her face then on her
battered pussy and legs, then all over her abused body, crying, then silently putting
her panties and shorts on and slipping on her sandals. Before she pulled her green
halter back on I said:
"Don't put that on yet. C'mere."
I reached into the duffle bag and got a bright red lipstick crayon pencil, a souvenir
from a previous consentual victim'.
Uncapping the lipstick I used it to write across Kelly's little budding titties right over
the marks my belt had left there.
This is what I wrote:
"Use this pig in every hole for one hour. Return her
to the motel lobby and pick up $600 at the front desk."
"Alright," I said, indicating the green halter top. "Put it on."
She obeyed silently, clueless as to what I had in store for her.
I took her by her wrist and led her to the window and pulled the drapes open.
"Look over there," I said, indicating the brown Dodge cargo van where the three
black men were standing near the front of the motel.  One of them was smoking,
one was leaning against the vehicle. The other had his back to us.
"You're going to go over there and show those niggers what I wrote on you."
She made a sobbing sound and lifted the back of her hand to her mouth trying to
pull away from me.
"N-no!" she cried weakly.
"You'll do it if you love me."
She hung her head and stamped her little sandalled foot.
"Why? Why do you want me to do that?"
"You said you love me. You need to prove it to me. Aren't you willing to prove
it?"
"I do love you - but - but - how can you make me do that - make me go with those
men? Haven't I proved my love for you enough already?"
"I need your absolute obedience, Kelly.  If you can't do this then get on your
fuckin' bike and pedal yourself out of here.  We'll never see each other 
again."
"Noo - pleease -"
I went across the room for her bike, turned and wheeled it towards her.
She took it and just stood there.
"Go on," I said. "I'm done with you."
"What did you write on me?"
"You don't need to know that. Just get home and wipe it off and forget it."
She looked at me for a moment then propped the bike back up on its kickstand
in the middle of the room.
Slowly she walked to the mirror and peeled her halter up off her titties.
It took her a moment to read the inverted message.
Her mouth sagged and she whined softly and tears rolled down her cheeks.  She
reached up to wipe them.
Behind us the television was still tuned to static.
Slowly she pulled the halter top back down.
She turned and came toward me, looked up at me sadly, then sank to her knees
before me.
"Do - do you really want this from m-me?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Is that all I am to you - a pig for others to use."
"That's all you are to me."
"But - but - I love you."
"I know."
"And you don't love me? Not even just a small bit?"
"No."
"Will anything change if I do what you want?"
"Yes."
"What will change?"
"You'll love me more."
"And you?"
"I'll need to hurt you more."
"I want you to love me," she sobbed endearingly.
"I know - That's not going to happen."
She looked at the floor and then back up at me.
"I - I can't go home."
"I know that too. Go on. Go to the niggers outside. Show them what I wrote on
you. Do it. Do it for me. Give yourself to me. Give me everything I want, Kelly.
You know you need to. I could have threatened you with the gun, couldn't I? And
it wouldn't have been just words... you know I'm perfectly capable of carrying out
my threats. This has to come from you. Your love for me has to be - complete."

She looked down at the floor and started crying again, her bare shoulders bobbing.
The sight of her anguish was incredibly arousing.  If she didn't make up her mind
soon I knew I would have to get the gun take her in the bathroom rape her bloody
and blow her little head off.
Somehow, she got herself under control. When she looked up at me again, wiping
her tears away with the back of her hand there was that same resignation I'd seen
before, that same empty, neediness.

"Alright," she sighed.
She rose and walked slackly to the door.
She opened it and looked back at me.
"No one else will love you like I love you, sir."
I couldn't see her face because of the glare outside but I imagined the expression
there, her sweet innocent bravery. But I knew the haunted look in her eyes was no
longer child-like. 
I had already stolen that from her.
"Maybe I can make you change your mind," she muttered weakly.
She waited there but I said nothing and she turned and went into the parking lot
closing the door behind her.

I drew the blinds shut and peered through the crack between them.
I saw her go to the black men and saw her talk to them.  At first she seemed shy,
her hands clasped behind her but then she moved closer to the men. She looked
around. Looked back in my direction for a moment.  Briefly it occured to me
she might try to tell the thugs about me but then, when she turned back to them,
her head tilted to one side, I saw them smiling predatorially.
I'd made their day.
I saw her back up against the door of the van as they circled her -  She lifted up
her halter top and I saw the men read my message, look at each other and laugh. 
One of them opened the back door of the van and climbed in.  
Kelly climbed in clumsily after him and the other two followed.

I pulled the curtains shut and went to the bed.
I figured I had about forty five minutes so I set the alarm clock and lay down on the
disheveled covers.
It was possible Kelly was right - maybe no one would ever love me that perfectly
again - perfectly enough to damn themselves for my pleasure - but I was sure it
wouldn't change my mind.
While it was incredible that I'd seduced such a young girl, a smart and precocious
one to be sure, to go to such lengths for me, the fact was her obsessive love really
didn't fucking make the slightest bit of difference to me one way or another.  
The only thing I really cared about was her complete and irreversible destruction.
Physical and psychological.
Two minutes later I was sleeping like a baby.


3.

The exchange in the lobby later went down smoothly and most favorably for me in
the long run.  Luckily I had the cash on me and didn't need to go to an ATM
machine first.
I gave the clerk an envelope and told him to give it to the black guys with the
young white blonde chick.
He didn't bat an eye.  Mr. Jaded on ice. Then I went down the hallway to the
vending room where I could keep an eye out on the proceedings without being
noticed.  I watched from behind a Coke machine.
The black guys took their sweet time - So what else was new?
Damn niggers.
 
About an hour and forty minutes after Kelly went into the van she was standing
in the lobby while the desk clerk handed the money over. Her clothes and hair were
disheveled. I could see a couple of small rips in the green halter top. Her Adidas
shorts were smudged and wrinkled. The three men turned and left the lobby, the
black van rolling out of the parking lot a couple of minutes later, and my child
whore sat in one of the vynl couches, her head in her hands.  I could see she was
crying.  Finally she got up, wiped her hand over her eyes, and went out the front
door.  I knew she was heading back to our room.
I made my way through the other side of the motel and met her outside #33.

"You were watching?" she asked.
"I wasn't going to let them drive off with you."
I opened the door for her.
She went into the room and sat on the bed.
She looked blown out, used up.  
I liked that and after my rest I was ready to work on her some more.
I sat across from her in one of the chairs.
"Tell me about it," I said. "In detail. Don't leave anything out."

It was beautiful to listen to her. One of the most beautiful sadistic experiences of my
life.  She spoke in a neutral subdued voice - disembodied.  And she told me what
had gone down in the van.  
The men had not been merciful.  They'd treated her like a cheap whore which is
what they thought she was - young street trade -  jail bait - a homeless tramp with
some twisted pimp that she'd crossed who was in turn giving them license to use
and abuse.  They put their huge cocks in every hole, just as my message had urged. 
I could smell them on her.  Sweaty and scrungy. I could smell their cum on her. 
Niggercum. They had made her drink it. They had plugged her full of it in her
asshole and in her cunt.  They'd made her bend over, her back against the side
of the van.  It was hot in the van, she told me. Suffocatingly hot and dirty.
They fucked her like that, bent over. They'd prodded her and poked her and
slapped her with their dirty hands and made her cry. They'd used her well.  Then
they'd double-teamed her, one down on the metal floor of the cargo van his huge
prick up her asshole, the other two taking turns fucking her bleeding pussy.  Then
all three had taken her. One in her asshole, one in her cunt, one in her mouth.

"Stand up," I told her. "Take your clothes off."
She obeyed moving lethargically but deliberately.
Her body was bruised from the hands and mouths of the drug dealers.
My lipstic message had been smeared and blurred across her chest.
She had hickeys on her neck and thighs and belly and tits.
The welts I'd put on her had already begun to fade though I knew the men had
seen them.
"Bend over," I said. "Like you did for them. Spread your legs. I want to see 
your face between your legs. Yes. Just like that. Now take your ass in your hands.
Spread your cheeks open."
As she did I saw lines of mancum ooze slowly from her twat and bunghole and roll
down the back of her legs.
Both holes were bright red with irritation.
"Very nice," I told her. "You know what you are now?"
I wasn't going to be merciful either.
Kelly's bid for mercy on this earth was not going to be heard.
"You're a stinking worthless tramp. How the fuck do you expect me to love
someone like you?"
Confusion raced across the defeat in her expression, fusing nicely.
"But -" she blurted. "Y-you wanted me to do it!"
"I gave you a choice, cunt. You could have left. You could have walked away."
"I couldn't. I - I can't not see you again."
"Do you realize what you've done today? You fucked three niggers in a van, three
men you don't even know.  You spent the whole day fucking a man old 
enough to be your father and watching filthy movies.  You're a stinking
slut, Kelly.  I could never love a dirty pig like you.  And then to top it off 
you come here and tell me about it like its nothing."
My words tore into her like whipslashes.
But I was just getting started. It was nice to berate her and demean her as she
stood there bent over, her used holes openly exposed and her face upside down
below them.
"You're a sleazy little pup.  You lie to your parents.  You play with yourself
thinking of all the nasty things I'm going to do with you, don't you? C'mon
admit it.  Look at you! You're a fucking mess, Kelly. A fucking useless
mess.  You might as well kill yourself.  What kind of a life does a cunt animal like
you expect to have after all this?"
She lost her grip on her right buttcheek and regained it.
"I did it for you - for you -"
"Bullshit. That's the bullshit women always come out with. I did it for you.
You did it because you fucking love it. You love the way I treat you. You
love to be used and shit on."
"Please -"
"Please nothing. You hear me? Please nothing. Get on your knees, you pig."
Sobbing disconsolately she sank to the carpet as if she'd been shot.
I rose from the chair, peeled off my clothes and stood over her in the dark
motel room.
"Still love me, pig?"
She nodded, hung her head, sobbed brokenly.
"Say it."
"I - I love y-you, sir. God, I do - love - y-you..."
"Good.  That's what I like to hear. You're gonna need all the love you can
muster cause I'm just not done with you yet.  Get over here.  Lie down here
on the floor. I'm gonna hang you from the ceiling by your feet."

I bound each ankle to a separate strand of rope knotting it tightly around her
slender limbs then, standing on a chair I hoisted her slowly up the floor by one leg.
She moaned weakly as her head came up off the carpet. When the rope from that
leg was secured to the first hook I pulled the other rope strand to the second hook
in the ceiling forcing her legs wide open.  She hung nearly almost four feet off the
ground, crying fitfully, her face level with my cock just the way I wanted it, her
arms hanging down.

"One last video I want you to watch," I told her ejecting the last tape and
replacing it with the new one.  This one had no title only a number - BX112.
When the screen came back on the tape was already rolling.
A young plump woman with short brown hair hung by outstretched arms and legs
between two wooden pillars off the ground in a dinghy room that looked like some
kind of warehouse or factory.  Her mouth was stuffed with a big black ball gag 
harness-strapped to her head.
A naked man who wore a carnival mask circled around her studying her.
In his hand he had a long thin wooden pole - the end of it was sharpened
to a point.

Kelly whimpered and bit her lower lip. She forced herself to watch.

I took the small steel clamps from the duffle bag and the short strand of
chain.  Tweaking ny childwhore's nipples until they were erect I applied the
crushing clamps to Kelly's nubs slowly making sure I hurt her as much as possible
tightening each clamp gradually until it veritably flattened the pink meat
buttons.
"This is what a filthy pig slut like you needs and deserves," I told her running
the chain strand through hoop handles on each of the clamps. "Take the chain
in your mouth and pull. Pull, bitch. Pull back."
"Ughhh!"
"That's right. Pull on those fucking nipples."
Her arms came up and her hands went to her breasts.
"Keep your arms behind you!" I snarled. "And keep watching the goddamn
video!"
Her obedience was immediate.

On the television screen the masked guy now teased the dangling female prodding
her shoulders gently with his spear tip.  The camera closed in and focused on
the tiny pinpoint wounds the spear was leaving as the woman gave out short
breathless high-pitched cries; some of the wounds spilled thin bloodlines down her
big-boobed chest.  The camera slowly craned back and now took in two other
naked females one with long dirty blonde hair, the other one shaved bald. Both
were big-titted. The two women lay side by side on their backs on a high wooden
bench, their legs upraised over the back of the bench. The bench was long enough
to accomodate the females with their arms open wide and nailed through the wrists
to the bench seat - their heads hung back over the seat edge.  The camera zoomed
into the nailed limbs from which blood streamed and bubbled and to the suffering
faces of the two females and up their thighs to their bleeding legs.  Big meat-hooks
had been driven through their ankles and their legs were suspended by ropelines
from the ceiling.  The sound from this video was of very poor quality but the noises
the suffering females were making were clear enough.  Those sounds provided a
nice backdrop for the torture of my little teen princess.

I picked up my knife from the floor and moved in close to Kelly.
"You told me you like the way it feels," I told her as I touched the blade to her
clamped titty.
"Ughh!" she moaned, her eyes moving back and forth between me and the
television screen.  Her arms started to move.
"Keep em there," I ordered curtly. Then:
"Feel it."
I pressed the blade gently into her pale skin, into the side of her small breast. It bled
and I scooped up her blood on my blade and brought it to my lips while I stroked
my cock.
"Don't drop that chain," I told her as I put the blade to her other breast. "You hear
me?"
She nodded slowly.
"Good girl. And keep your eyes on the TV screen."

Spear-man moved to the two women on the bench.
"How's it going ladies? You holding up ok?"
He laughed and dipped down to feed the blonde his fat white cock.
"Take that down your throat, cow."
Obediently the blonde lifted her head up and wrapped her lips around the masked
man's organ.  Because she was nailed down she didn't have much freedom to move
but it was evident she wanted to thrust herself on him, to have his whole cock
in her mouth and he helped by pushing down into her and burying his impressive
penis down to the balls in the suffering whore.
"Good pig," he growled.  He kept his cock in the blonde until it seemed she would
pass out then he pulled it out.
"Gaaaaaahhh!" she gasped.
He moved to the bald bitch.
"How bout you? Love your hair style - take me deep, cunt.  Show me what you
can do."
The bald prisioner complied opening her mouth wide.
A tiny silver ball was studded through her long tongue and another through her
lower lip.
She had a small blue star tattooed on one cheek.
"Nasty fucking pig," the man snorted and pushed his cock into the gaping hole
the nailed-down bald slut was providing.  The woman opened her eyes wide
staring at the camera as Spear-man gouged her throat. He fucked her head banging
it against the side of the bench. Soon rivulets of spit streamed down her cheeks and
into her dark pupils but she kept her eyes open, her face neutrally expressionless,
receptive and yielding, brows arched.
"Kiss my balls," the man growled as he sank to the hilt in the bald whore's mouth.
She did, obviously gagging as she closed her lips around his engulfed shaft and
pressed upward into his genital sacs. Now she closed her eyes as well giving
herself to the cock punishment.
"Ahhh -" the man moaned. "Niiice!"

"See that?" I told Kelly.  My lips were smeared with her blood.  I was putting
some small nick cuts around her clamped nipples.
"Can you imagine the kind of pain those whores are in - and still they want to
please their master - that above all -"
I tweaked up one of Kelly's pussylips between thumb and forefinger.
" - that above all -" I muttered bringing the knife tip to the soft pink flesh.
"Nggg!" she groaned.
"Don't you drop that chain, missy!"
Just the tip of the knife, pushed gently into the inside of her labia.
Again her arms moved, her hands out on either side of her.
"Keep those hands behind you - And don't you drop that chain - Pull back on it -
c'mon - hurt yourself for me - pull on those clamps while I cut your little puss - You
need to be punished for what you let those niggers do to you in the van and you
know it - you know you enjoyed what they did to you - yes you did - you filthy
little tramp - you couldn't get enough of it -"
"Ghmm!" she protested, but kept her little hands clasped behind her waist.
Carefully I began to slice downward toward the inside of her pussy.  She bled
and sobbed but held on to the chain and pulled back on it just as I asked.

On the screen Spear-man fucked the faces of the women nailed to the bench
going back and forth from one to the other, fiercely aroused, turning again
to the plump bitch hung between the two pillars.  Spear in hand he moved
to her and began to stab her thighs, quick hard plunges that bled immediately
as the defenseless whore screeched.  
After ten pounding wounds, five in each meaty limb, he turned to the women on
the bench and began face-fucking them again, this time driving his spear down
into their tits, not going deep but slicing open their bouncing melons as they
squealed and gagged and kicked their hooked legs against the back of the bench.
He speared their thighs too, their nailed-down hands clasping and unclasping as they
began pleading for their lives and gag-choked on his cock, and took his shaft up
to the balls.
Then he turned to the suspended victim.
This time he thrust the spear deep into her belly, putting nearly four inches
of wood in her.
The whore leaped magnificently against her bound limbs and gave out a long
wide-mouthed scream.

I teased Kelly's clit with the tip of the knife.  She quivered and whined and I
put the tip of the blade to her other labia, lifting it up between thumb and forefinger,
way up to poke, poke, poke.   I leaned in to lick up the blood and then sliced
that pussylip just like the other one.  I knew everytime she pissed for the next
few weeks she'd remember me - that's if she lived that long.  

Now I put the knife on the night table and picked up my gun.
I released the safety and reached out to take the chain from Kelly's lips.
"Give," I told her. She let go of the chain.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't  k-"
I pressed my hand over her mouth.
"Be very quiet. Keep watching the video."
I lifted my cock up to her lips as I drew my hand away.
"Take me. Choke yourself on me. Keep your hands behind you."
Pulling her by the dangling chain I pushed the gun barrel into her bleeding pussy
hole and slid into her warm wet mouth.
"The safety's off," I told her. "So be real real careful..."

On the screen Spear-man thrust repeatedly in and out of the suspended woman's
gutsac as she howled and threw her head back.  He thrust deeper. He twisted
the spear inside her.  The suffering woman pissed blood, jerked wildly, farted then
shit bloody faeces down the inside of her thighs and on the floor.
Spear-man slammed his blood-smeared weapon into her cunt mound.
The camera zoomed in for a close up of her gouged abdomen.
The pig was wounded and bleeding.
This was final punishment, overwhelming for Kelly, intensely pleasurable for me
even though I'd seen it many times.
As Spear-man now pierce-stabbed the woman's dangling tits right through the
nipples she screamed hoarsely.
Indiscriminately, the killer jabbed at her feet and legs.
The pig was covered in blood, it spattered the pillars and the floor stickily.
Leaving her screaming, dangling on the ropes Spearman moved to the women
on the bench.
"Look at the camera," he instructed.
They did so, with that same blank accepting stare as before.
With two quick thrusts the killer speared each whore through the neck yanking
back the speartip as blood squirted from their pierced jugulars and open choking
lips.
Incredibly he crouched down to fuck their open mouths.
Incredibly they made themselves accesible to him even as they gasped their
last bloodfilled breaths, eyes bloodshot and wide.

I hilted the gun right up to the trigger loop in Kelly's violated pussy and
gag-fucked her throat and yanked on the chain to pull on her little clamped
titties.
Her throathole was supertight around my cockhead and I knew it wouldn't
take much to empty my balls there.
Tugging on the chain I sunk in as far as possible stopping her breath thrusting
the gun in and out of her little cunt with deep hard methodical strokes.
I had my finger on the trigger and I knew I could blow her away anytime
I wanted.
That knowledge added an edge to the dizzying limits of sadistic pleasure
I was already savoring.
She went stiff and began to grunt and moan, eyes shut tightly, then to
squeal.
She was cumming to the thrusting gunmetal.
"You little bitchhh!" I groaned as the sweet chill of oncoming release moved
through me.  I felt the hot surge in the pit of my belly and went up on my toes.
I let go of the chain and cupped my balls as I began to cum in Kelly's throat.

On screen the video cut to a different shot: the suspended woman from
the back as Spear-man thrust into her fat asscheeks.  Methodically he plunged
the killing point into his prey moving down each leg, into thighmeat and
kneehollow, into calves and heels and foottsoles - then he tracked back upward and
slammed into her kidneys and lungs and the bitch leaped and jumped and tossed her
head, sometimes arching backward so that her screaming face came into view
upside down.
Another cut and the screen was a close-up of the suspended woman's upper
body.  This was apparently moments later and the bleeding victim was already
less energetic, starting to sag on the ropes, head hanging down.
Slowly her head came up and a gulp of dark blood streamed from her open mouth.
She looked from side to side, then looked down at someone in front of her.
The spear came into the shot, scarlet slimed, the tip placed at the whore's throat.
One quick upthrust jab and she went wide-eyed and wide-mouthed blood now
freely pumping from her mouth, down her chin, from her neckwound as the spear
was yanked out. Another quick thrust of the speartip into the woman's eye,
gouging it out as she shrieked and turned her head and then made an ugly
rasping sound, looked at the camera, puked up mucous, blood and vomit
and dropped her head with a rattling sigh.
The video jump-cut ahead and Spear-man now stood in front of the camera
holding a severed female head, the blonde from the bench, by her long 
tangled mane.  Behind him the spear-slaughtered cunt hung dead.  The
eye-less whore-face head in his hand dripped blood and gore.
Spear-man had a vacant expression and was obviously posing for the shot.
Another jump-cut to the carcass of the baldheaded whore still on the bench
as Spear-man stepped up to her.  He had an axe in his hand.  He touched
the axe blade to the woman's downwardly extended, spearwounded throat
as if aiming.  The axe went out of the frame and then slammed downward in a blur
slicing the bald head clean off the whore's neck sending it thumping and rolling to
the floor to the jeering shouts of several men, probably Spear-man, the camera man
and unseen others.
"Man, that was great, cuz I hated that fucking bitch," an unseen voice commented
as the camera panned meaninglessly up to a brick wall and then the screen went
black.

With a grunt I slid out of Kelly's mouth and she barfed up my cum and a stream
of spit and then a glop of yellow vomit.  Her arms slumped down to the floor
as I pulled the gun out of her cunt.  The barrel was shiny with cuntfluid.
She cried out sharply as I released the clamps from her nipples and tossed them
on the floor.
Then I went back up on the chair, reached up and cut the rope freeing one leg,
gripping the other one, cutting that rope to ease her to the floor.
She slid down, crumpled into a fetal position and lay there as I shut the television off
and removed the snuff tape from the VCR.
I pulled her up by her hair and walked her to the bathroom.
"Get in the tub," I told her.
The fluorescent light made all the small wounds and bruises on her harshly evident.
"Open your mouth."
She was a mindless puppet now, doing anything I required.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Do you still love me."
"Yes."
Her voice was flat and expressionless, her eyes dull and vacant.
"Open your mouth and drink my piss."
She did. My urine, held back all day for just this moment, spurted from me
with a loud hiss and smacked her flushed titties. I moved the stream down to
her belly and her bruised cuntmound then back up to her face.
She extended her arms outward on either side to lean back against the cold tiled
wall, her hands gripping the back edge of the old tub.
I aimed the gush right into her open mouth.  She gagged at first, coughed, then
knelt there taking it, looking right at me, letting the amber fluid fill her mouth and
trickle down her neck down the middle of her body into the white tub. It pooled
slickly near the drain hole.
I stepped up to her, still pissing, grabbed her head and brought it to my urinating
cock. I pissed in her eyes to shut them and in her hair.
Then I snarled and pushed my squirting member into her mouth.  She looked up at
me and took it, closing her lips tight around my shaft, urine spilling from the corners
of her mouth and from her nostrils.  When I finished I let her go and she slid down
into the tub.
"Rub yourself in it," I told her and she did, her skin making slippery sounds on the
cold smooth surface of the bathtub as she smeared herself wantonly in my urine.



4.

After that I turned the water on and we bathed in silence.
By then it was mid afternoon and time to check out of the Siesta.
I left her in the bathroom drying her hair and I cleaned up the room, packing
everything back into my duffle bag.
Incredibly, I still didn't feel I was finished with my child bitch - I still needed more.
The bicycle leaning against the wall gave me a sudden inspiration.
It was only two thirty - there was time to take Kelly to the abandoned plant.  It
was only a few minutes outside of town.
I'd taken other bitches there - but I'd never had one on a bicycle before.

"Where are we going?" she asked as we drove out of town.
I'd put the bike in the back of the SUV.
"You'll see."
"I thought you were dropping me off."
"I'm not done with you yet."

She knew better than to say anything after that and when we drove off the road
and down the cracked grass-overgrown asphalt path that led to the plant she closed
her eyes and leaned back in the front seat.

I drove right into what had once been the plant's shipping bay and cut the engine.
"C'mon," I told her.
That's when she broke down and began wailing.
I said nothing just stepped out of the SUV and went around to open the door for
her.

"Let's go," I said.
"You're going to kill me here, aren't you?" she sobbed.
"Get out of the car."
"Please don't kill me, Tom. Pleease? I don't want to die. I don't want to."
"Trust me, Kelly. You should know enough to trust me by now."
"That video..."
She choked and sobbed.
" - those poor women."
"C'mon, Kelly - that was a fake," I lied. "Special effects. You don't really think
anybody would really tape that and let other people see it do you?"
She wiped her tears with her hand and sniffled wiping her nose against her arm.
" - well - it looked real -"
"It was supposed to. Its just fantasy that's all."
"But - what we did today - that was real."
"Yes."
"What if those guys in the van had wanted to kill me?"
"I was watching," I lied again. "I had the gun didn't I?"
"I love you so much," she blurted and sobbed brokenly. She stepped out of the
SUV and came to me and tried to hug me. I avoided her and she just held her
face in her hands and cried.
"If you love me you'll play one last game with me," I told her coldy. "Then
I'll allow you to go home."

It took her a few minutes and I was patient.  The day of violence had taken
the edge off and I was in no particular hurry though I did want Kelly to be
home for supper.  I had no idea how she'd gotten off school that day and
I was hoping that whatever deception she'd pulled was effective. But I really didn't
know how she was going to explain the condition of her clothing to her parents
or the bruises and scrapes all over her body.  Least of all her emotional state.
Still, I wasn't overly concerned.
Kelly was a bright girl.
She'd find a way.

When she finally settled down I took the bike from the SUV and led Kelly into the
abandoned plant. She walked obediently behind me and followed me into the large
empty shell of the building as I rolled the bike beside me. The dimensions of the
main room were impressive, hundreds of square feet of open space.  All the
machinery had been removed and  the concrete floor was cracked and dented. 
Rusting shelves and overturned chairs were tossed near the walls and several panels
of ceiling were missing.  Rain and wind and  vandals had torn the place apart over
the years.  There was faded graffiti on the walls. Wind whistled through the broken
windows.
I led Kelly to one end of the vast room where a steel pole rose from the concrete
floor and a stretch of cable dangled from a hook in the pole about fifteen feet above
us.
I'd used the cable before but not the way I was about to use it today.

"Take your clothes off," I told my dazed childbitch.
"Here?" she muttered.
"Yes. Here. Now."
"What if someone comes?"
"Then they'll get a free show, won't they?"
She obeyed unwillingly, furtively looking around as she discarded her disheveled
clothing.

When she was nude and barefoot I left the bike on its kickstand and walked her to
the cable.  A strand of rope was attached to the end of the cable and it lay on the
floor.  I picked it up and looped the rope around Kelly's long slender neck.
She shivered as her back brushed against the pole.
I tugged the rope high and tight until my blonde fuckbunny was forced to stand up
ramrod straight.
I could tell she was thinking about asking me what I was going to do - but she knew
that I wasn't going to explain anything.

"Get on the bike for me," I told her.  A thin wooden rod leaned against the wall,
a tool I'd used last time I was here, one most appropriate for what I had in
mind now. I picked it up and watched Kelly reticently go to her bike,
pry off the kickstand and lift herself awkwardly.

"Oww!" she cried as her knife-cut, fuck-punished pussy pressed down against the
hard seat.

I smiled, walked out and stood near the pole tapping the wooden rod on my hand.

"You're going to ride around the pole in circles, bitch," I told her. "If you stray
too far the rope will strangle you. If you fall off the bike it will probably
break your stupid little neck."
She looked at me with that mixture of blank fear and the desire to please
I so deeply enjoyed.
"Ride," I ordered.

As gracefully as could be expected under the circumstances Kelly rose up off the
seat on the bike and began to pedal.  Feeling somewhat like a circus ringmaster, I let
my naked teen bitch make two laps around the pole, to let her get accustomed to
the tension of the cable then, decisively, I moved in.
Since I knew she was going to find it difficult to explain the other marks on her
body I wasn't worried about providing some additional ones.
Cruelly I swung the wooden rod against her pedalling legs, her shins and
ankles, her moving thighs.
"Don't fall," I warned. "Keep riding."
As she moved past me I struck at her asscheeks and at her back.
She cried out and strayed off course.  The cable nearly pulled her off the bike
but she managed to steer back into the safety zone.
"Good girl," I said moving in close to snap the rod against her shoulders and arms,
moving with her as she pedalled around me.
My blows caused her to zig zag the front wheel and to go off course again.
The cable rattled and banged against the pole as she tugged outward, choking.
"Careful," I warned whipping her ankles. "Stay closer to me."
I let her go for two more laps and then I slipped my belt off.
"Nooo," Kelly moaned.
"Faster, bitch!" I barked tersely. "Ride faster. C'mon. Work those legs."
The belt in my left hand and the wooden rod in my right I closed in for the attack.

I lunged in at Kelly whipping and striking her lovely young body and her screams
echoed in the cavernous abandoned building.
Her hair blew wildly across her eyes and face as she cycled around me.
"Faster! C'mon! Work it! Work it!"
The wheels of the bike hissed against the concrete and as she rose off the seat
to put more energy into the pedalling I swung the belt buckle-first across her
chubby little rump and her rippling thighs and her tense calves."
"Oww! OWW!"
The front wheel wobbled and Kelly drove away from the pole as I swung the
belt across her ass and the rod across her arms.
"GhhGGG!" she gasped suddenly as the cable pulled tight.
The bike flew out from under her, clattered to the floor and she spun backward off
the seat choking, her hands coming up to the cable on her neck.  She rolled toward
the pole to ease the tension and rose up on her knees.
"Get back on that bike, you little fuckk!" I shouted standing over her. "NOW!"
She leaped to the task and I followed smacking her back and legs with the
buckle end of the belt.
As she got on the bike again I rained down a flurry of strokes across
my screaming bitchbaby, punishing her bruised, sweat-glossed body.
"Still love me pig? Huh?! Still love me?"
I followed the tight looping circle she was forced to travel on striking with
my belt and with the cruel wooden rod.
"Answer me, you little whorrre!"
"Yes!"she shrieked. "Yes! YES! I love you! I love you!"
"Keep riding! Faster! FASTER!"
Now she was struggling for breath.  Once or twice her bare feet slipped off the
pedals and she almost lost her balance. She was riding on the furthermost reach
of the cable, choking on it, sobbing as I landed savage bruising cuts of the cane
and belt on her asscheeks and legs. I edged outward forcing her to widen her
circumference, increasing the strangling tension of the cable, hitting her harder.

Finally as she struggled to pass by me I grabbed her by the hair and yanked
her off the bike which went smashing into an overturned cabinet.  I pulled
her down to her knees and stood over her, gripping her hair in a tangled clump.
She was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, flinching as if I were still 
hitting her, moving to invisible blows, twitching as if the belt
and the rod were still falling across her bruised flesh. I pulled the cable off her and
slapped her hard twice to snap her out of it, holding her by her hair then I unzipped
my pants and pressed my cock to her flushed face.

"Get me off," I snarled.
She moaned hysterically and dove on to my prick swallowing the customary half
length and bobbing her head back and forth rapidly.
"That's right - good pig - mmmm - please me - please me..."
As she worked me I looked out the broken windows of the plant as the afternoon
light ebbed away.  I let the memories of the long day move through me.
It took only a few minutes before what cum was left in me blitzed up from my
balls and shot into her mouth and as I yanked her off my rod in her cheeks
and face, one spurt in her eye stinging, surprising her.
I smeared my cum all over her cheeks and nose and leaned over her and
spit four times on her face as she looked up at me worshipfully.

When I was finished I pushed her away and told her to clean herself up and get
dressed.
I slipped my belt back on, got the bike and walked it out of the abandoned plant to
put it back in the SUV.

Silence again ruled as we drove back toward town.  I took Kelly to one
of our pre-arranged drop-off locations.
"What are you going to tell your parents?" I told her as I took the bike down from
the back of the SUV for her.
By then the late afternoon was starting to fade into night.  Some cars already
had their headlights on as they passed by on the busy street nearby.
"They're out of town for two days," she said.
"Really?"
"You little bitch," I commented chuckling.  "I should have known."
It was amazing that Kelly's parents trusted her so perfectly.  They really had no
clue as to what was happening with their little angel.  
"Maybe you can come over and spend the night," she said wistfully, a sly smile
playing on her lips.
I thought about it. It was tempting. Fucking her in her own bedroom in her own
bed, maybe even taking her to the end there would have been incredibly sweet. But
I hadn't risked any chances up to now and I wasn't about to start.  When Kelly
went down it would be on my own terms and according to plan.
"I think we both need to get some rest," I told her. "You're a fucking mess.
You need to clean up and take care of some of those cuts and bruises before
somebody sees them."
"I kinda like the way they feel - the way I look in them - all dirty like this -"
She was dirty, her hair tangled. She smelled of cum and sweat and cheap
motel shampoo.
I lifted my hand to her lips.
"Kiss the hand that owns you."
She did - lovingly and sensually.
"Look at yourself in the mirror tonight - look at all the marks I've put on you and
think of me."
"Yes, sir."
I leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
"I - love you." she whispered.
I said nothing, just turned, got into the SUV and pulled away.
I saw her in the rear view mirror, still standing there in the parking lot behind the
strip mall, holding the bike by the handlebars, watching me go until I turned into
traffic and headed home.

Things would work out even better than I anticipated.  Not only did no one
ever suspect what had gone on that day but a couple of weeks later when I finally
made Kelly disappear for good and her face was flashed on prime time news the
clerk at the Siesta motel called the police and told them he'd seen her with some
black men,  three guys and a brown van for whom he was able to provide a pretty
decent description.  He never mentioned me or the money assuming that had
nothing to do with Kelly - that it was some drug deal thing. 
That turn of events sent the cops on a wild goose chase that wiped out any chance
of the truth ever being discovered - not that there was a chance in hell it would have
been in any case.
Even when the police did catch up with the three drug dealers, something that took
them several months, no one believed  their story.  A thirteen year old girl from a
nice suburban home at the Siesta hotel with an obscene lipstick message scrawled
on her chest?
No way.
Shit like that just doesn't happen.


5. 

By the time I took Kelly on her last ride she was trusting and obedient, faithful
and subservient.  I'd seen her one other time after the Siesta motel, a brief
but pleasurable encounter where I'd re-confirmed my ownership of her
by fucking her wordlessly and brutally in both ass and cunt on the dirty linoleum
floor of a small windowless storage room I'd rented  behind an abandoned gas
station.  Kelly had a good excuse and a friend who covered for her and I'd taken
her to that location on a Wednesday night to empty my balls in her cute face after
I'd used her well in both her holes.  She knelt naked, dreamy eyed, between the
stacks of boxes and confirmed her love and obedience while I scooped up my cum
off her shoulders and tits and face into her mouth with my still-hard dick.  It was
then that I set up the final date telling her I had a cabin in the woods I wanted to
show her. She would let me know when she could sneak away without causing
concern and she'd let me know by contacting me in the usual manner - she would
leave a little note for me in an alley near school, in a hole in a brick wall. Her notes
were usually signed with x's for kisses and I love you's' and her last one was no
different.  I've kept most of Kelly's little notes along with the little friendship bands
she wore that last time and the panties I mentioned earlier.

For her final ride I picked her up in a rental car. Kelly liked the car, a Pontiac Grand
Am and thought I'd rented it for her. Actually it was just another way
to protect myself if we were seen since the car was acquired with the same fake
ID I'd used to sign into the Siesta Motel. 

To insure my own safety that final day, to avoid any possible witnessed connection
between my victim and myself I had to do take one last enjoyable precaution.

I drove to an industrial area. Since it was Saturday the streets between the offices
and factories were abandoned.  I pulled into a narrow throughway between
two brick buildings and shut off the mindless noisy pop music Kelly had been
bopping to.
"Get out," I ordered.
She'd learned not to question my motives or to show any hesitation in following my
commands and now responded like a trained dog.
I had her strip naked except for three little friendship bands she wore on her left
forearm, climb into the Grand Am's trunk and lie on her belly.
I tied her with thin brown leather bands forcing her into a clumsy hogtie, pulling her
legs up and back, arms stretching down, wrists corded to ankles.
Then I gagged her with a black ball harnessed to her face by a short strap and I
blindfolded her.
During all this she made not a single sound except an occasional gasp as I tightened
the straps cruelly on her.
I slammed the trunk shut and decided to toss her clothes and shoes into a dumpster.
After all, she wouldn't be needing them ever again - impulsively I kept her little
white cotton panties and stuffed them in my pocket.

The cabin was about thirty five minutes out and off a quarter of a mile long dirt
road.  When I pulled up to it I popped the trunk.
I hauled Kelly out and dumped her on the gravel driveway.
She lay at my feet helplessly. I reached down and pulled off her blindfold but I
left the black ball in her mouth.

A beautiful late fall day hummed all around us. Breeze swayed the trees gently, 
birds twittered peacefully. It was not yet noon and the cool air made Kelly's
naked skin all goose-bumpy.  She'd healed well and most of the marks from the
Siesta motel day, now already a couple of weeks behind us, were gone or fading.
I placed my booted foot at the back of her neck and pressed her sweet pixie face
down against the small gravel stones.

"Listen up," I told her. "This is no game.  I've brought you here to kill you."
Her eyes kept staring, but her hands clasped and unclasped nervously. The colorful
friendship bands were pulled up almost to her elbow.
"I'm going to torture you for a couple of days, real bad, and then I'm gonna finish
you. Do you understand?"

She nodded slowly.

"I'm not sure that you do," I told her. "But you will."

"It is another game, right?" she gasped when I lifted my foot off her and pulled her
gag off. "Tom? Tell me. Please. Just a game right?" 

I took her into the cabin, through a doorway right by the main entrance, and down
into the soundproof basement closing the heavy wooden portal behind me. After I 
dropped my hogtied captive on the floor I punched the code into the keypad.  A
second later the electronic bolt loudly clicked shut.  
We were locked in and the world was locked out.
My thirteen year old baby now belonged to me completely and indisputably.
She blinked up at me.
I'll never forget that look.
It still gets me hard just thinking about it.
"Tell me its a game, Tom - pleease - tell me its another game."
Ignoring her, I slowly began to strip her eyes following each movement I made.

The basement room was lit by fluorescent lamps in the ceiling.
It was a large empty room that encompassed the length of the cabin, some thirty by
forty feet, with the cabin's water heater in one corner and the air-
conditioning/heating unit in the other.  There was a table near the door
on which I'd put my bag of toys. There were two electric-powered burners on 
the table and there were some other odd pieces of special' furniture I'd built for
little Kelly's benefit in the room.  At the far end of the large space which was
interrupted only by four steel support posts,  there was an old metal spring bed with
a dirty mattress on it. Wires ran from the bed's frame to a voltage regulator
on an old cedar night table. Ropes and chains dangled from the high ceiling.  On
each of the support posts and on some of the chains manacles or neck collars were
attached. 
I was excited. This was my first torture chamber and my first non-consentual
victim.  I was breaking new ground.
"That tape -" she muttered. " - the one we saw at the Siesta - that was real wasn't
it? It wasn't fake like you said."
I was naked now. I slipped the black half-hood over my head.  It covered the top of
my face, with slits for the eyes.
"Smart girl," I replied drily. "Too bad you won't be going to high school or
college. I'm sure you would have made good grades."
Kelly lay, still hogtied on the cold concrete floor, the horror of what was happening
beginning to dawn on her.
"Who knows? You might even have been valedictorian."
I strapped a black leather belt around my waist.  A knife sheath rested over my
right hip from which the handle of a twelve inch serrated hunting knife protruded.

I walked over to my prisioner, crouched down, grabbed her pretty head by her
blonde hair and rubbed my hardening cock on her baby cheeks as she began to cry.
"Smart pretty girls like you don't deserve life," I told her bluntly.  "They deserve
to die, slowly, bit by tiny bit -"
"And that's what's gonna happen," I told her softly. "Kelly Windom's
gonna get exactly what she's got comin'. Kelly Windom's going to be
exterminated."
She squirmed helplessly against the hogtie ropes, arms and legs pulled
toward her middle behind her.
"In fact, Kelly Windom, for all practical purposes is already dead."
She gave out a small wounded sound and I watched her tormented movement,
smiling wickedly down on her, gripping her head to rub and smear my cock on her
cheeks and on the bridge of her nose and in her fluttering eyes and on her
blubbering lips.
"Yeah - Kelly Windom has already ceased to exist - remember that movie, Dead
Man Walking'?
Taking the knife from its sheath I quickly sliced the ropes off her.
"You're Dead Cunt Walking' and you don't even realize it."

She cowered away from me immediately, staggered against the wall, scrambled to
her feet and ran to the door. Desperately she started punching numbers into the
keypad and tugging on the steel door handle.

"Let me go!" she shrieked.  "Let me GO!"
I sheathed my knife and got to my feet.
"I'm not gonna let you go. Accept it."
"Pleeease! Pleeease, Tom - don't kill me! I'll do anything you want. I'll do
EVERYTHING you want. Pleeease?!"
"You will do everything I want.  You'll suffer and bleed and die for my pleasure."
"No! You're crazy! You can't kill me! You CAN'T!"
I started moving toward her.
"I can and I will."
She relinquished her place at the door as I approached, still facing me, walking
backwards toward the corner of the room.
"Please," she said trying to speak more calmly. "You can take me away.
We can go somewhere far away.  I won't tell. I'll never tell."
As I continued to move toward her I took my right hand in my left to crack
my knuckles.
"I love you," she  continued pleadingly. "I'll let you fuck me and hurt me and force
me to do things like at the motel," she sobbed,  stumbling against the wall behind
her and beginning to move along it toward the rear of the room.  "That's the way
its supposed to be between us, right? I want to be your slave. I'll always be your
slave. Tie me up. Hit me. Put your cock deep in me. I like it when you do that.  But
don't kill me - don't -
don't -
please -"
"You stupid little fuck. Don't you realize this is what I've had in mind all along?"
She was starting to move faster, quickly running out of space.
"You're a pretty little animal and you need to die.  Pretty girls need to be punished.
Don't you remember? I told you that in the beginning."
"Punished - yes - but not - not -"
"Murdered? Slaughtered? Butchered? That's the ultimate punishment, sweetie.
You'll learn to accept it like you've accepted everything else for me."
"No! Not that!" she cried out angrily. "I haven't done anything wrong. I don't
deserve to die like this.  Why do you want this? Why?"
"Come on, smart girl.  You should know who I am and what I like by now.  Or
maybe you haven't been paying attention."
I reached out and seized her arm and she fought me, pulling back, scratching at me.
"No! No! Let me go, you freak!"
She kicked and flailed and her fingers scratched my shoulder.
My adrenaline started to race.  Kelly was a fighter.  I saw now what I'd seen that
first day when I'd glimpsed her on the basketball court with the boys.
"Goddamn weirdo! I'll tell the police! They'll lock you up forever!" she shouted
dementedly.
She managed to slip away from me and to stumble past the table to the center of
the room and back to the door to stab the keypad hopelessly.
The struggle with the child energized me.  I leaped toward her.  Crouching as I
got to her I seized her ankles and slammed her violently to the floor. 
"This way, missy," I snarled. "Its time to get started. Time to break you in
to reality."
She screeched and squiggled like a worm and reached out with her hands to try
and stop me from dragging her back across the room to one of the dangling
chains from which a pair of steel manacles hung, high above the floor.
I lifted the struggling child quickly by her arms forcing her wrists into the manacles
and trapping them snapping the metal loops shut  as she kicked at me with all her
strength.
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" she yelled, her green eyes blazing.
I let her struggle for a few seconds, let her tire herself and then I rolled my
hands into fists and closed in.
Silently and ruthlessly I began punching my suspended child captive.  I slammed my
fists into her belly and chest and titties as she spun and kicked helplessly and
screamed in pain.
I must have seemed like a demon to her now, hood-masked, my teeth clenched,
my arms pistoning like a boxer on the workout bag.
"Stop kicking!" I shouted as she flailed her legs wildly. "Stop it!" I punctuated
my commands with left-right blows that left her breathless and widemouthed.
Still she kicked out.
I went to the duffel bag and came back with a short strand of copper wire.
Looping her ankles I yanked on the wire until it cut into her.
I looped another strand around her legs just abover knees.
"Try to kick now, you little shit!"
She bent her legs back up off the floor and dropped them repeatedly, still
squirming and struggling.
I circled around her punching her back, her sides, her thighs - picking each target
and slugging it mercilessly.
I grabbed her head by her hair and gutpunched her, taking time between blows,
studying her as she began to go weak and gasp for air.
"Still feeling feisty, bitch?" I growled. "Huh? Still feeling feisty? Still wanna fight
me?"
I stepped back and punched her cunt hard.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she shrieked.
I looked into her suffering face and punched her little muffin again - and again - and
again.
A stream of bloody piss suddenly shot down her legs spattering noisily on the floor.
"Need more?" I growled. "Huh? You need more?"
"Naa - agh - no - no - pleeze -"
"Fuck you, pig. Take more -"
I slammed my fist into her chubby breastmeat.
"Here ya go."
Into her other breast.
"Take everything that's coming to you."
Into her ribcage.
"I've been wanting to do this since the first time I met you," I told her.
And I slammed my fist into her face, right into her sweet mouth.
She grunted as her head flew backward and she rocked suspended on the manacles.
beneath her dangling wire-bound feet.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me a weirdo -" I growled - grabbed
her by her long blonde mane and punched her face again.
She made an odd gurgling sound and spit up a stream of blood and a tooth which
clicked as it hit the floor.
Her head tottered as I released it - I'd nearly punched her lights out and she was
groggy now and dazed.
I waited for her to recover, waited until her eyes focused on me again.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked softly.
"Fuck you," she hissed.
Without hesitation I drew back and cuntpunched her as hard as I could.
She squealed shrilly and arched and stared up at the ceiling, brows arched, lips
quivering.
More piss and blood squirted from her.
"Let's try it again - who the FUCK do you belong to?"
She dangled limp, swung her face from side to side between her upstretched arms.
"Ugh -" she grunted. "I - I - belong - to... m-myself -"
Her defiance didn't surprise me. It made my cock throb with angry lust.
Again I pounded my fist into her pubis.
"Ugghwooooghhh!"
This time she let out a rasping fart and bloody diarreah ran down her legs. Then
more bloody piss in slow oozing rivulets.
"We can do this all night, bitch - Who - do - you - belong - to?"
I cracked my knuckles again.  It felt good to beat up a helpless little girl.
Real good.
My first non-consentual relationship was going stupendously.
Her face hung down, the smell of shit and urine strong in the clean room.
Above us the fluorescent light transformers hummed.
She muttered something barely audible.
"What?" I snarled, lifting her face up by her chin. "What the fuck did you say?"
"I - gh - be - belong - to - y-you -"
I smiled, leaned in and spat on her purple bruised bleeding mouth.
"That's more like it."

When I released her from the manacles she toppled right to her knees, her
wire-bound legs folding up under her.
I towered over her grabbed her head by the hair and brought my cock
to her face.
"Open your fucking mouth - say ahhh -"
" -ag - ahhhh -mggh!"
I pushed the swollen head of my prick into her beaten lips and I grabbed her
blonde head in both hands to ram myself down her throat.
"Choke on it, you piece of shit!"
As  I slid down into her throat I moved one of my hands down to
choke her neck, to squeeze and I could feel my bony prick grinding inside
there.
"Gheaghh! ughwaggghh!" she choked pushing up spitgobs that rolled
down her chin and on to her bruised titties and belly.
"Ahh - yeahhh - that's right - that's it.  You're gonna take all of it, sweetiepie.
ALL of it! You haven't done that yet.  Feel up to the challenge?"
"Ghag - aughhhwhhhgh!?"
"Yeahh? Cool. Here it comes you - fuckin' - slimy - scumbagg - baby - bitchhh -"
I ground down into her and she looked up wide-eyed as I stuffed her tight
throathole to the max and shoved inward, deeper - inward - bit by bit - 
slowly - choking her with my hand - feeling the thick invading shaft pushing
out her neckflesh -
"Ahhhh - yesss - you little fuckkk! Don't you fuckin' bite - keep that
mouth WIDE open - WIDE open!"
Her green bloodshot teary eyes bulged as I squeezed three quarters of my
long fat dong into her, crouched over her, in complete control of her, her
arms dangling uselessly at her sides, legs wirebound out on the floor, her face
twisted up to meet my killing shaft.
"All the way," I urged.  "C'mon - unnhh - c'mon! Opennn! I'm going
all the way in youuu -"
Her cheeks went beet red and sweat and spit gleamed on them and the muscles
on her neck stood out from the strain.
Still I slid downward.
An ugly snapping click startled me, a whimpering cry from her and suddenly
I slid all the way to my balls, sitting right on her face.
I realized her jaw must have dislocated but it felt great - she couldn't bite now
whether on purpose or by reflex - and her bruised lips were kissing my balls, just
like the whore in the snuff video I'd shown her.
I rode up and down fucking her unnaturally open face for a few moments enjoying
her pain, watching her hang on the edge of consciousness, her eyes going out of
focus.
Then I slid out of her, reached down and painfully snapped her jaw back into 
place.
She screamed shrilly, her arms reaching up, her fingers digging into my biceps.
By her head and screaming I dragged her to the bed and threw her on the
dirty mattress.  
I unwound the wires and released her ankles and thighs then I made her hold
her legs up, spread apart, pulled back and I mounted her and slid deep into
her tight slimy cunt.
I pounded her into the squeaky bed, slapped her face, punched her belly while
I fucked her, called her names, spat on her face.
"Gonna rip you to shreds!" I growled taking my cock out of her cunt and ramming
it up her tight little shitsmeared anus making her scream at the walls and toss her
head on the striped gray matress.

After I'd reamed out my young prisioner in both her holes for over an hour,
she lay exhausted, all the fight fucked and beaten out of her.
I stretched her out on her back and climbed up on the mattress to crouch over
her, slow stroking my up-arched phallus, sinking down to sit on her face, rubbing
my asshole on her lips, stifling her breath with my balls until she gasped for
air.  Each time she tried to move away or push me off I held her in place and
smeared my anus hard against her. 
I've always enjoyed feeding a woman asshole.  All women deserve a steady diet of
it.  Most of what comes out of their mouths is shit anyway so they should feel just
fine sucking craphole - and that goes double for teenage sluts like Kelly.  
I rubbed my cock on her face and pulled it back against my sweaty belly to
look down into Kelly's green eyes as she disappeared between my big
thighs.
"Lick," I ordered curtly.
"Suck."
"Eat me."
"That's the way, you dirty pig. That's very fucking nice."
Eventually I brought her little hands to my cock to stroke it as she shoved her
tongue up my bunghole.
She did so well, worshipful now after her previous defiance.

Still, I didn't want her to think it was all going to be like this, nicey nice, fucky-
fucky and sucky-sucky - no way, Jose.
I was eager to begin exploring my little teengirl's endurance to torture - more
eager than ever after the stimulation of her sweet mouth and hands on my
already extremely aroused genitals.

I shoved Kelly off the bed. She rolled to the floor and lay there while I picked the
mattress up and tossed it to one side.
"Lie on that," I told her indicating the metal wire box-spring that had been under
the mattress.
She crawled up on to the squeaky mesh and I had her spreadeagle herself on
her belly.
With the thin leather straps I'd used earlier to hogtie her I secured wrists and
ankles to the wire mesh at each corner of the box spring and I went to 
the voltage regulator on the table.  Wires from the regulator led to alligator
clips attached to the metal box spring.
"Look at me," I ordered.
She raised her face from the box spring which had already left a red loop
imprint on her cheek.
"You see this?" I asked indicating the regulator.
"Y-yes, sir."
"When I turn this dial you're gonna get a shock.  The  further I turn it the 
worse the shock will be.  It might even kill you but I'm hoping it doesn't
because I have lots of other wonderful things planned for you.  Are you ready to
take it?"
Her lips sagged and she whimpered pitifully.
"Wh-why?" she moaned. "Why do you w-want to h-hurt me?"
I turned the dial a quarter of the way up and smiled as Kelly leaped in response
to the jolts of buzzing power that shot through the wire mesh and into her 
bare skin.
As I turned the regulator off she gave a small gasping cry and slumped weakly,
her head tipping forward.
"Why?" I asked. "That's a good question, bitch."
Again I gave the dial a quarter turn and again, beautifully, my teengirl captive
danced on the squeaking wiremesh, her legs and arms flailing helplessly.  I 
held it for a few seconds longer than the first burst and then I stopped it.
It was like watching a battery toy being switched off. 
Kelly gasped and coughed and moaned and fuck her, I didn't give her a chance
to recuperate, I gave it to her again.
I held her there watching her shiver and jerk and wiggle.
Fucking little bitch.  
I cut the electricity and leaned down over her to bite her back, hard, driving my
teeth into her smooth skin.
She screamed.
I bit her three times, twice up by her shoulderblades, once down near her buttcheek,
and then gave her the electricty again.
Fucking little whore.
Calling me a weirdo.

Switching the voltage regulator down I watched Kelly slump down on to the wire
mesh.  The box spring took her weight, cables squeaking, and she lay there
breathing fast and shallow.  A sheen of sweat covered her bruised body
and her stretched-out, leather-strap-bound limbs quivered.
I stroked myself unhurriedly and studied my punished bitch-child. To have such a
lovely victim at my disposition was an impressive accomplishment.  And the fact
that she'd fought against me, that she'd put up a struggle when she'd finally
realized what my true intentions were was also arousing. I listened to her anguished
defeated breath, anticipated what would follow, clenched my teeth and turned the
dial all the way to the right.

Little scumbag...

She arched up off the metal wires, wrists and ankles pulling against the restraining
straps.  The top half of her body curved backward, head craning, neck taut, mouth
gaping, teeth chattering, limbs convulsing spastically.  Her eyes looked straight
ahead at nothing as the electrical shocks blasted through her.
I moaned almost inaudibly, my mouth watering - Kelly's suffering was incredibly
exquisite and I kept the regulator on max for nearly a full minute before switching
the juice off.
She collapsed on to the metal bedframe again, spent.
I waited, watched her breath gradually abate, lungs rising and falling,
chest expanding and contracting, rhythmic proof of survival and endurance,
and turned the power back on to full.
This time when my little slut-puppet leaped off the mesh her green eyes rolled in
their sockets, went white and spit-froth foamed from her lips.  She began to make 
weird clucking sounds.
I cut the voltage and Kelly toppled, gasping for breath, drooling, sticky lines of
spittle oozing to the floor from her chin between gaps in the mesh.
"Ugh -" she groaned.  "- ghu - uug - guwghh -"
I went to the table and reached into the duffle bag. 
Taking a pair of black metal tongs I walked over to my trembling, babbling captive
and  leaning over her I pinched her nostrils shut.  When she opened her mouth to
gasp desperately for air I reached in with the tongs, seized her tongue and drew it
out.
"GHaahhhh-AHH!" she protested trying to turn away.
"Stop moving around, or I'll rip it out of you!"
I tugged the pink sliver of muscle out in front of her wide-eyed face, slipped a
wooden vise-clamp on to it and quickly tightened the butterfly bolts on either end. 
The clamp squished Kelly's tongue flat and trapped if outside her trembling mouth. 
Now she would suffer for me, hellishly, without danger of swallowing her tongue
and choking to death prematurely.
I picked up a wooden rod from the table - it was thin and light in my hand,
varnished pine, a quarter of an inch thick, a hard instrument of punishment.  I was
going to vent my viciousness on my tongue-clamped angel and she knew it, now
quivering with anticipation, her eyes following my every move,  frightened
green orbs considering the three foot long rod then moving up to my face
pleadingly.
I stared back impassively.
Without prelude I turned the knob on the regulator wheel slowly all the way
back up until Kelly began to dance on the springy wire mesh no longer able to
keep her eyes focused as the electricity surged into her body. I began to whip
her lanky bound legs with my rod starting the attack at each ankle and moving up,
past kneehollows and plump thighmeat, striking harder as I went higher on each
trapped flexing leg.  My captive bounced and shuddered to the electrical torture,
the cuts of the whistling rod intensifying the hurt, marking and bruising, infusing
her jittery dance with fresh energy.
I tapped the rod on her limbs each time to take aim and to prepare her for
the hard stroke that would inevitably follow - tapped and swung - tap-tap-tap-
WHPPP! - tap-tap-tap- WHPPP! making her howl sweetly.  I slashed at her
pert pretty ass, her lovely full-cheeked bottom - tap-tap-tap- WHHAFFF!
tap - tap - tap - SWWOOSSSHH!
Streams of mucous spilled from the tortured child's nostrils, tears down her cheeks,
drool from her clamped tongue.
"YAAGGGHH!" she shouted. "gg-AAGGHRRRGHH!" her suffering pure
and unequivocal, like some small trapped animal, exactly as I desired it.  I striped her
buttcheeks with dark crimson welts, some cuts almost purple, ridges rising up on
soft girlmeat, repeated paralell lines of pain.
I swung my rod across her spine, no longer tapping, just crudely slashing-slashing-
hard and fast- jerking off to it, cutting Kelly down., clipping my angel's wings,
shoulderblades, shoulders, her outstretched arms all the way up to her clenching
hands. I caned her knuckles and fingers and she screeched, jerked and fought
the leather straps as I rained down rod-cuts all over her back and ass until
my arm ached.
Then I just watched her jitter-bugging on the steel bed for a few more minutes
before I cut the power.

There was virtually no struggle left in the little whore when I untied the straps and
turned her over on her cane-welted back.  She stared blankly, small tremors
spending themselves in her limbs.

I was pleased.  I'd never taken a victim this far before,  and certainly not one
this young. 
My balls throbbed and swelled and I looked down on my handiwork with a
certain pride and a sense of wonder and accomplishment.
The front of Kelly's body was covered with dark bruises from my pounding
fists and reddish loops from the wire mesh surface she lay on. Her tongue, trapped
outside her mouth, oozed spit down her chin.
I leaned over her to look into her blown-away eyes.
"Who do you belong to?"
The tongueless sound came weakly, raspy, raw from screaming -
" - ouuuuu..."
I smiled.

Now I needed more.

The short whip with the tiny metal studs on each of its sixteen tongues.
I showed it to her.
She shook her head weakly, lips moving pointlessly around her swollen vise-
clamped tongue.
"I'm gonna tear you up, cunt."
She watched me return to the voltage regulator, already trembling with anticipation.
Wordlessly I turned the power on, first to half then, as she went stiff and
quivery all the way to full.
Her vacant-faced dance began again, now from a different perspective, spreadeagled
on her back.
When I swung the lash down on her it whooshed heavily, cut through the air
then into my childbitch across her nubile titties, across her punch-bruised nipples.
I slashed at her there until her breastflesh, torn and blistered, bled down her
sides on to the squeaking wire mesh and to the floor below.
Next I attacked her lower belly and her almost hairless mons veneris and
her upper thighs, sparks sometimes exploding from the studs on the whip
tongues as they came in contact with her electrified skin.
I whipped her armpits and knees, beat upon her helpless stretched flesh, cut
into her, tiny burst-spatters of blood exploding across Kelly's flawless skin
and on to the wall and floor.
Moving near the edge of the metal bed I took aim on my victim's pretty
foot soles.  She needed to bleed there for me and after a few well placed
whipstrokes she did, her small chubby toes sliced open, bloody lines moving
down to drip off the knobs of her heels.

By the time I cut off the power on this go around Kelly was almost unconscious.
Unclipping the alligator clamps on the ends of the electrical lines from the bed's
springy steel mesh I attached them directly to Kelly's moist pussy lips.
I needed her fully awake and after one quick electrical jolt she was back,
groaning, drooling, looking up at me in tearful horror.
I cut the power and re-attached one of the clamps to her bruised, whip-slashed
nipple.
When I swung the dial all the way up she shrieked her head off.  Sparks
exploded from her blood-whipped flesh nub.
Finally I attached both terminals to my childbitch's trapped tongue, swung
the regulator up three quarters of the way and while she howled and shook
her head from side to side I stood over her and emptied my bladder on her
suffering face watching sparks erupt wherever my piss-stream went, down
her neck and shoulders, into her scraggly hair, even into her eyes.  I let the
electricity torture her long after I finished pissing until puffs of bluish steam
burst from her mouth and nostrils.  I took her to her limit and well beyond
before shutting the regulator off.

Tongue-clamped, stretched upon the wire mesh of the old steel cot Kelly was
an icon of injustice.  Another less obsessed killer, or even myself some years
previously, before I'd fully explored the forbidden continent of my dark
needs, would have been content to drive a knife right into her or put a
bullet in her cute blonde head to finish her.
The way my sadistic appetite had evolved, however, I wanted and needed much
more.  This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I wasn't about to waste
one single moment of it.  I was going to draw it out for as long as
possible.
Unable to speak or move, covered with bruises and blood, her hair matted,
tangled and dripping piss Kelly watched me strap on the thick black
shiny latex dildo.  It was one of those items in my rape kit I hadn't gotten around to
using, a hollow tight sheath for my erection.  When I buckled the strap around
my waist over my black leather belt it hung out before me menacingly impressive,
a heavy fuck-club two inches thick, an effective tool for cunt-gouging.
There was no need for words as I released Kelly from the metal torture cot
and lifted her wrists up into steel manacles dangling from an overhead chain.
She was like a limp rag doll, allowing me to maneuver her as I willed. 
I raised her whipped legs up high and spread apart, ropebound by the ankles
from lines bolted to the ceiling of my makeshift torture room.
"Gonna open you up," I grunted. "Open you up real nice...You still love
me, scumbag?"
I stared into her shimmering eyes taking posession of her vanquished soul.
She nodded almost imperceptibly, tears rolling down her cheeks.  Her
mouth drooled, trapped tongue flexing, a gasp from her as I stepped up and
placed the tip of the black dildo against her tortured muff.
Her head sagged forward, chin to her chest and she made moaning sounds as I
pushed the tip of the monster cock into abused sex-slit.
"Mmmm," I moaned. "I think I need to tenderize that sweet meat a little
bit more before I fuck it."
As I stepped back her eyes came back up, startled.
Brutally I drew back and punched her whipped cuntmound, making her body
jiggle on the suspension cords.  I looked into her suffering eyes smiled and cunt-
punched her again.
"Its good that you love me - The more you love me the more I hurt you."
I punched her again, harder.
She grunted and jerked her arms against the manacles that trapped her wrists
and a dribble of warm viscuous blood spewed from her cunt.  A moment later
as I put the dildo back to her beaten sex she began to piss herself.
"Ahh, that's nice," I told her. "All bloody and covered with piss - just the
way it needs to be."
With a savage thrust I poked the monster dildo into my thirteen year old victim,
drove into her battered sex, brim-filled and stretched her little cunt-mouth to
its muscular limit and way beyond.  Grabbing her whipped asscheeks I lifed
her slightly and held her in place, driving in a bit deeper as she groaned
and sobbed, then pulling her hard against me to thrust the impalement to the
core of her.  She yowled piteously and her head toppled back between her
upstretched arms and I began to fuck her, to slam that latex missile in and out
of her mushy insides, her blood, her piss spilling down into my balls and thights
and on to my bare feet.
Her whipped legs kicked prettily in mid air and her arms flailes uselessly, the
colorful friendship bands bouncing almost at her elbow.
I dipped forward to bite her shoulders and arms and her slashed titties hard,
her blood and drool spattering my cheeks.
The sense of power for me was overwhelming.  My animal self, accustomed to
being hidden and unseen behind the nice guy exterior was now fully
present and dominant.  I was letting go of repressions and frustrations.
I was going off on little Kelly.  Going off on her big time.
A sucking fleshy sound accompanied my withdrawal from her fuckhole.
Gripping her thighs I now pushed the fuck-weapon against the star-shaped
pucker of her anus.
She squirmed, whined, babbled unintelligibly.
I paid no attention as I thrust into her rectal hole angrily, savagely.
"Yeahh - sweetie pie - right up your stinking little asshole - uhhhhh!"
Kelly screamed and jerked against the binding cords and the manacles above her
as I anal-punish-fucked her mercilessly, reaming out her shit chute.  Bits of faeces-
scum spilled out of her as the black latex monster sawed in and out of her.
"Take it you little pig. Take it. Take it."
I inched all the way into her then drew it out and plunged back into her
bloody cunt, this time going to the hilt, my balls slapping against her
buttcheeks,  the ropes groaning with the movement and the weight of the
trapped child.  
The smell of shit and piss and blood made me dizzy with lust.
It was possible to kill Kelly this way, with this black latex monster phallus, to
punish her right to the end - but I had a different vision and after nearly
an hour of this punishment I slid out of my victim, released her from the
suspension and let her fall to the floor at my feet, tongue gagged still,
doubling up spastically, vomit gurgling up and out her mouth and nose.

I slipped out of the black dildo and let it fall to the floor. I went to the table and
from the infamous rape kit' duffle bag I now took the rubber glove.  It was a long
stretch glove and I drew it on to my right hand.  All along its length there were
small chips of glass glued on to its reddish brown rubber surface.
Reaching down to buckle a collar around Kelly's neck and clipping a leash to it I
yanked her up on hands and knees, made her crawl after me to the door.
I tapped the true combination into the keypad with my gloved hand and after the
bolt slid open I led my unresisting captive out the doorway, up the stairs and out
into the calm starry night.

Out in the grassy meadow it was peaceful, as if the horror and drama of the torture
chamber in the cabin was unimportant, non-essential.  A cool early autumn breeze
moved through the oak trees on the other side of the road and whistled in
the pines behind the cabin.
I tugged my child victim on to the gravel driveway as I walked ahead of her.
The small rocks gouged into my bare soles and into her hands and knees and
dragging feet.
When I came to the edge of the property I pulled Kelly up on her tortured tootsies
and lifted her on to the crosswise post on the old wooden fence that circled
the cabin making her sit on it so that she faced me.
Gripping her head by her chin I loosened the tongue clamp and took it from her
dropping it in the grass.  Still gripping her chin I leaned in and pressed my lips
into hers, around her hurt mouth in a hungry and pleasurable kiss.  Her swollen
tongue licked against mine and she moaned and her arms went around my
shoulders.  Her whipped legs straddled my hips as I pressed forward.
"Fuck me," she whispered savagely.  "Pleease. Fuck me."
I seized her by her blonde hair and stared meanly into her pleading face.
"I am gonna fuck you."
Then I showed her my gloved arm.
The glass slivers caught the moonlight and gleamed.
" - with this. Spread your fucking legs wide and hold on to the fence, bitch.  I'm
going to put this all the way up you and lift you, understand?"
"Oh Godd," she groaned, already obeying me, splaying herself for me, gripping
the wooden crosspost.
Unsheathing my knife I drew a sharp shallow cut across the top of her
pussy mound and she hissed and groaned.
"OWwww!"
When the cut began to bleed I re-sheathed my knife and rubbed the fist of the fuck-
glove on it to get it all slimy.
"Ready or not, pig, here I come," I said putting my fist to her ravaged sexhole.
She clung to the fence shivering as I began to force the rubber-clad hand into her.
"Who's my little fuckpuppet?" I asked softly.
"Uhh - I am - I am -"
"Open up wide for me, sweetiepie - I'm coming in."
"Yessir - ugh - Godd - yesss -"
It took the better part of fifteen minutes to get up past my knuckles.  By then
the glass slivers had begun to tear Kelly's vaginal flesh.
Incredibly she was pressing herself forward on to the impaling arm,  she was
giving herself up to me now, she was accepting her fate.
When my fist slid all the way into her she cried out shrilly and almost slid off the
fence post.
I grabbed her throat and began to choke her slowly lifting her now, off the wood,
up toward the star-studded nocturnal sky.
As she rose upward her weight helped the impalement and the gloved arm sank
deeper, two inches past my wrist - three - then incredibly four.
"Nice," I muttered. "Real fuckin' nice."
"Ggh - uhh - uhh - uhh!" she groaned.
Her blood streamed down the rubber glove on to my arm and dripped off my
elbow.
Looking up as I held the child high above me now I was struck by her beauty.  I
realized that I'd never fully appreciated just how incredibly lovely my victim
truly was.  In the moonlight her upturned face glowed, bruised and yet beatific,
child-eyes wide and searching the limitless galaxies above us.
"Ahg -" she moaned, her lips silvery in the nightglow. "A-a-aggh."
And she slid down further on my arm, nearly another inch, my fist now pressing
up against her womb, my fingers digging into her neck.
I studied her perfect profile, the small arched nose, the smooth rounded forehead,
the heart-shaped face drawn to the magic of the night sky as her body was
fuckgouged.  Was she looking for God up there? Was she asking why?
Or was she just mindlessly and beautifully suffering for me, her mind
empty of all else?
It was clear this was Kelly's fate.  There could be no other. She had been
brought into the world to please me with her delicious suffering.
Slowly I walked with her held way up over my head, my hand gripping her
throat, my arm up her babysnatch and I went to the old oak near the entrance
gate.
"Grab that branch there," I told her. "I want you to move up and down on my
arm. I want it to tear you up inside."
She did and as I released her throat she straddled my gloved arm and began
lifting herself up and sliding back down on to it.
Her arms flexed as she took her own weight and her hands gripped the
thick branch.
I just stood my ground and watched her as she began to sob loudly and whimper,
her girl-twat being ripped to shreds by the glass slivers.
"Good pig - up and down - up and down - that's it - keep going - c'mon, a little
faster - faster - good - very nice, sweetie - very nice."
I kept her up on the tree for a long while.  When her hands tired she simply
sat on my arm and straddled it.
I began to jerk off.
Far deep in the forest an owl hooted.
All around us the crickets chirped.
In the distant sky shooting stars streaked down.  The lights of an airplane were
visible and later the fading sound of its engines.
My little cunt animal and I were alone, supremely alone in the quiet night, my
killing wish and her surrender, her death just a breath away if I chose to
slam my arm up into her guts.  No one would come to her rescue.  No one
would stop this gruesome act of sadistic lust.  She belonged to me more perfectly
than any wife belongs to her husband or any child to its parent. 
I was tempted to take what was mine quickly and savagely.
Instead I drew my gloved arm out of her bleeding sexmouth with a quick
downthrust.
She gave out a throaty yelp, hung on the branch for a few more seconds
then fell to the ground before me.
I backed her up against the hard rough bark of the oak, she kneeling as
I jerked off and gripped her firmly by the hair.
"Open your mouth," I ordered. "Wide.  C'mon. Uhh. Shitt. Wider."
She stared up at me gaping stupidly.
Then the orgasm rose up from deep inside me and I shouted.
I fed her spurt after spurt of cum, right down her gagging throat and when
I was done I stuffed my pissing cock into her gullet and made her drink me.

When I was done with her I yanked on the leash and made her crawl after me
back to the cabin, back down the stairs, back into the torture room.

That was the end of the first day. 


6.

The second day began like this:
I'd left Kelly hanging by one arm from a dangling chain,  her other
leg bent back and bound, ankle to thigh, her other arm twisted
contortedly behind her and bound to a rope around her waist.
Blood oozed from her savagely violated sexhole and down the insides
of her whipped thighs.
I don't know if she managed to get any sleep in that position and in the kind of pain
she must have been in after I'd left her and gone up into the cabin's bedroom and
frankly I didn't care.
Her total exhaustion was absolutely acceptable and desirable to me.
I had slept several hours and was quite energized and ready to resume
her punishment.
Already wearing my black hood and black leather belt with the sheathed hunting
knife I picked up the studded whip and began my victim's day with a savage slow-
paced flogging.
I laid into her mercilessly and with no warning whipping her standing leg
and her bent back leg, her already bruised beaten body, striping fresh welt
cuts all over her.
I made her jerk and dance and twist and scream hopelessly.
She begged for mercy and got none.
There would definitely be no mercy in this world for the likes of Kelly Windom no
matter how much she loved me, no matter how much she begged.
Little slut.
She was getting what she deserved - in spades - no question.
Her suffering got me fully erect so I cut her loose tossed her on the dirty mattress
and fucked her up the ass for a while.  It was a nice brutal loveless fuck. I rubbed
my cock all over her striped rump every time I took it out.  That usually
made me rock hard so I would put it back in her as far as it would go.
I fucked her gouged-out girlhole too and made her weep and wail in agony.
Then, clipping the leash to her collar I pull-dragged her to the opposite side of the
room near the door.
I'd prepared a dog bowl on the floor for her.  It was full of warm oatmeal laced
with a strong laxative.  I forced her to eat it then I corked up her asshole with a
black rubber buttplug and made her drink a quart and a half of my urine which I'd
pissed into a plastic water bottle when I'd woken up that morning.
"Drink up, bitch - all of it - that's a good girl."
Even expressing total disgust, disheveled from a day and night of abuse and
beatings, little Kelly was gorgeous to look at.
That wasn't gonna last.
I roughly bound her hands behind her and her ankles together and I sat on
a wooden chair to watch as she lay on the floor.
Pretty soon she started to squirm.
"Gotta go potty?" I asked as she began to groan and cry and kick her bound
legs.
"Pleeeease! ugh! Pleeease Tom!"
"Get up on your knees, pig - here between my legs - right here - yeah -"
She forced herself to obey me and when she came up I gripped her body between
my strong thighs, grabbed her head by her hair and puched her face hard.
"You will never call me by my name again, understand?"
She looked up at me bewildered, blood streaming from her lips.
I punched her face again, holding her in place so she wouldn't fall.
"UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes sir," she sobbed brokenly.
"I am your Lord and Master. Say it."
"Y-you are my - my Lord and M-Master."
"I am your one and only God. Say it."
"Ugh - you - you are my one - my one and only G-God."
I punched her mouth again dislodging two more teeth which spilled out of her lips
as she moaned and wept.
"Today I'm going to punish your body with steel and heat."
"Yes sir."
"I've never done that before so it will be the first time for both of us."
"Ugh - pleease - Master - my stomach hurts so bad -"
"Tell someone who cares," I growled and punched her again.
"Would you like me to pull out the buttplug and take you in the bathroom and sit
you on the toilet?"
"Ohh Godd yess - yess, Master."
"That's not gonna happen, pig.  Stand up and lean on the post. I'm gonna whip 
you some more."
I took up a thin steel rod that was leaning against the basement wall.
With extreme effort and awkwardly Kelly got up on her feet.
"Turn away from me. I don't want to see your stupid face."
She did as I ordered, offering me her backside as she leaned crying, trembling
against the post, her bound hands high up near the ceiling, her cheek against the
wood, her bound feet straddling the pillar's base, her hair like a curtain over
her face.
I stood behind her and swung the steel rod.
It made a dull whistling sound and a meaty whapp.
She screamed with pain.
I smiled.
"Maybe I can whip that shit out of you," I told her.
I made her count fifty strokes on her thighs and asscheeks, ten more on
her back, fifteen on each rippling calf. After each count I forced her to add
Thank you, master. Please hit me again.'
I didn't go easy on her, I slashed at her as hard as I could.
Her whimpering little voice asking to be hit again was just impossible to refuse.
This second day of torture was different.  The first day had taken the edge off
and now I was really enjoying myself.  Taking my time to hurt and degrade the little
bitch as much as possible.
I was going to destroy that young body utterly, tear it apart, leave no trace of
Kelly in this world.
By the time I'd given her almost a hundred cuts of the steel rod shit was
bubbling up out of her around the buttplug.
Her cunt had also begun to bleed again, presumably from the horrible arm-fuck of
the night before and the rape on the mattress earlier.
Now I tossed her on the ground and untied her then I made her crawl into the
basement bathroom.
"You're gonna shit all over yourself," I told her.
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead as I made her get into the shower stall.
"Get on your back in there," I told her. "Legs up high on the wall. C'mon.
That's it. Way up there.  Now pull em back.  Get your ass over your face.
Your ass over your face, sweetie.  That's right. That's a good girl.  Look
at all the pretty bleeding stripes I put on you. Aren't they nice?"
She lay there sobbing, her whip-scored ass above her slightly, legs drawn back.
I knew her bowels were causing her terrible agony as the laxative worked through
her instestines.  The buttplug kept her from the relief of release.
I leaned down and pulled it out with one deft move.
Shit exploded out of her and spattered the shower stall walls.
"Whooaaa!" I shouted laughing.
It dribbled and then surged out of her as she cried out and it speckled her cheeks.
"Open your mouth!" I yelled.
As she did a wave of thick diareahh squirted from her anus and into her
waiting open-lipped face.
Another darker flow of sludge shot into her eyes.
The strong odor of offal filled the small room and made my own bowels begin
to churn.
I entered the shower stall and squatted over her crapsmeared face.
"Keep your mouth open," I told her.
And she did.
And I shit in it.
Muddy faeces kept dribbling out of her ass.
She farted, choked on a thick turd that slid out of me and into her throat.
"Eat it, pig," I snarled and squeezed the contents of my guts into the child in
the shower stall.
When I finished I reached up and turned on the showerspray.
The water was ice cold for a few moments even though I'd turned both spigots.
Eventually it warmed up and I slid further down to sit on Kelly's face.
"Lick me clean," I told her.  "Ahh - yeahh - lick my balls too."
I began to jerk myself off as I got harder and harder.  
Rising off Kelly's face I put my cock to her ripped apart pussy and fucked
her in the shower stall, standing over her like that, she on her back
and still choking on my shit.

Steel and heat. That was the plan. At least the general plan.  I'd left myself plenty
of room to improvise.
Out in the torture room again I secured Kelly's hands behind her with a pair
of regulation police cuffs.
She stood in front of me, both of us dripping wet.
She hung her head and stared at the floor.
I grabbed her long wet blonde mane up into a pony tail and with a leather
strap I hung it from a hook in the ceiling tugging on the take up line until
she went up on her toes, her face now angled upward, she wincing with
discomfort, brows furrowed, eyes shut tightly.
I pulled out the wooden stool and made her kneel on it.
I bound her ankles together with a strand of nylon rope.
Switching on both hotplates on the table I reached into the duffle bag for the
box of hypodermic needles.
Placing the needles on the electric burner plate I picked up a pair of pliars from
the duffle bag.
I turned to my punished kneeling angel.
"Are you ready to hurt for me, pig?"
She opened her beautiful eyes in her bruised face and looked at me.  She
was trembling, shivering slightly.  She looked down at the electric burners
and the needles and the pliars in my hand.
"I - l-love you," she said weakly.
"I know that and I couldn't care less. It doesn't answer my question. Are you
ready to hurt for me?"
"Let me g-go," she muttered. "I w-won't tell any - anyone."
"I'm not gonna let you go.  I'm gonna hurt you and kill you.  You know that.
You knew it last night when I put my fist up you."
She began to cry, her shoulders shaking, cuffed hands clasped together.
I stepped up to her close and spat on her face.
My phlegm rolled down the side of her nose and on to her quivering lips and
down to her chin.
"I've beaten you and raped you, fistfucked you, made you eat shit and drink piss,"
I told her. "Now I'm going to give you more and you're going to beg for it."
She wept and I watched her weep while the needles heated up on the burners.
"Open your mouth," I ordered and when she did I spat in it then spat in
her face again.  She tried to turn her face but her bound hair impeded her.
"You stupid worthless tramp - you know what's coming - I want to hear you
beg for it.  You know you want to.  Satisfy me, you piece of shit. C'mon.
Give me what I ask for."
"I won't tell any-anyone," she moaned feebly. "I won't tell - I won't tell - I won't
tell -"
"I'm not going to let you go, Kelly.  Accept it.  Deal with it.  You're going to
die here.  You're going to die pleasing me."
"My mom - my dad - my friends -" 
She offered that as if it made a difference.
And for the briefest of moments it did.  I felt sorry for her.  She was never going
to see any of them again.  But then the idea that I was robbing her of her life
and stealing her from her family - the notion that I would be causing irreperable
and unconscionable harm to an entire community intensified my lust.
"They will miss you and mourn you," I told her coldly.  "But they'll never know
what happened to you.  They'll never have a sense of finality."
I smiled at her.
"You'll be just another missing person - eventually no one will look for you
anymore.  You'll be a cold case file."
I watched the horror of the idea move through her.
"I've stolen you from the world," I told her. "You belong to me and no one else
now.  Accept it.  Tell me the words I want to hear.  My pleasure is all that
should concern you now.  I am all there is for you, sweetie.  I will be the
last thing in your life."
I picked up the first needle with the pliars.  Smoke smouldered up from it lazily.
"Love me, pig," I told my trembling captive. "Love me with your pain.
I know you can.  I know you want to."
I waited.  I was gonna put the needles in her regardless but it would be so much
better if she gave in.  I could see she was close to breaking down completely.
Tear-blurred she looked at the smouldering needle then up into my eyes then
back to the needle.
"Hurt me, Master -" I said softly. "Say it."
"- h-hurt m-me - m-master -"
"Make me bleed - Say it."
" - mm - make me - b-b-bleed -"
"Good girl. See? It wasn't that hard."
I moved up to her, tweaked her bruised nipple up from her chest and pushed
the red hot needle right through it.
Her girlscream was glorious.

It took me a few hours to put all the needles in Kelly though I wasn't keeping track
of time by then.  Time had no meaning in the torture room.  Both of my victim's
titties were eventually covered with the hot steel slivers - her cuntmound - her
cheeks - her arms - her asscheeks - her feet.  I specially enjoyed thrusting the long
hypodermic steel superheated and smoking into her cute footsoles and toes, under
her toenails - into the palms of her hands - into her fingers and under her fingernails
as well, moving slowly around my wailing pleading angelslut - picking my targets at
will as she knelt on the high tottering stool, hair hung, hands trapped behind her -
raping her skin with the tiny steel lancelets.
"Stick your tongue out," I ordered.
"Nah! Nahhgg!" She sobbed trying to shake her head.
"Stick it out or I'll rip it out of your fucking mouth!"
She did and I put three needles through her tongue,  two through her lips,
five in her nose, ten in her cheeks, six through each ear lobe.
Once or twice she almost passed out from the pain and I had to use a vial of
ammonia to revive her.
Finally I crouched down in front of her and with the last two needles I pinned
her cunt flaps open, peeled back, revealing the pink-red inside of her sex organ.
Then I went to the duffle bag and got the butane torch.
I held a match to the nozzle and the blue flame popped on as I turned the dial.
Holding the hissing torch I moved around Kelly.
"Ghh!" she grunted, staring at the torchflame with wide-eyed terror.
I touched the flame to her needle-festooned tits and she screeched.
Moving around her I lifted her cuffed hands up from her body and brought the blue
flame tongue to her lower back and traced her spine all the way up to her neck with
it. She screamed and jerked helplessly and I dropped her arms and touched
the flame to her wriggling needle-pierced feet.  I tracked dark burn smears on
the sides of her kneeling calves and on her thighs and on her rump sometimes
moving between the needles pierced in her flesh, sometimes training the flame
on the slivers of steel carrying the burn in and under the epidermis.
I burned her cuffed hands and fingers and then standing in front of her I torched
her belly and her titty-orbs.  I pushed the nozzle into her belly button and watched
her shriek raucously, her needle-pierced tongue trapped outside her mouth.
I moved the burning blue flame up her chest, between her breasts, up her neck
to the tongue.  Unable to turn away or retract the muscle into her mouth she
was forced to accept the sizzling hiss of the torch until the tip of her tongue went
black and her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted.
With the ammonia I revived her, crouched before her and lifted the torch to
her pinned-back pussymeat.
"Burn, you little whore," I said and put the flame to her clit.
Her body spasmed and her knees rocked on the stool.
"Burn for your Lord and Master!"
Slowly I traced the circumference of her sex organ leaving smoking bubbling
skin behind training the blue tongue on her labia and on the cunthole then
back on the clit until with a loud squeal she passed out again.
Again I revived her and this time I pressed the butane torch's nozzle right up
into her ravaged vaginal orifice - right into it - flamefucking her - burning
out her girlhood forever - destroying my little angelslut - she screeched
and mewled and pissed blackened blood and shit bloody diarreah.  I held
the flame inside her until she fainted then I pulled the nozzle out and shut
off the torch.
Reviving her again I began to pull out all the needles tossing them into a 
container on the table as she screamed and bled and suffered and babbled.
Then, unsheathing my knife I cut her bound-up hair just below the knotted
leather cord and she toppled noisily off the stool and to the floor.
Kelly's blonde mane swung back and forth from the hook it was tied to
like the tail of a slaughtered fox caught in a trap.  I took the
torch, lit it again, touched it to the dangling hair and set
it on fire.  It went up like dry grass, sizzling, crackling and withering into
streams of ash that rained down on my half-conscious victim on the floor.
Going down on one knee I aimed the torch's destructive fire-stream on
Kelly's head and ears.  She tried to crawl away, screaming, but I
held her by her bound ankles.  Methodically I burned whatever was left
of her hair on her head, set her scalp on fire, pressed the burning
nozzle into her earholes and into the nape of her neck.
Finally she just lay still, shaking spastically and making odd gurgling sounds.
I shut off the flame and put the torch on the table.
"Up on your knees, scumbag," I ordered.
There was no response.  She still lay there shivering and moaning.
"I said get up on your fucking knees right now or I'll burn your fucking eyes out of
your goddamn head."
"Nghh! Nogghh!" she grunted and with valiant energy she pulled herself up
off the floor, burned hands still cuffed behind her, bloody singed feet bound
together.
 She was no longer beautiful.  Her face was bruised and bloody and pockmarked
from the needles and burnsmeared from the torch.  Her scalp was a blackened
mushy mess and her ears were shriveled and carbonized.
"Open your mouth," I ordered.
She complied, her terrorized eyes looking up into mine as I stepped forward
and put my cock in her burned lips.
Smoke still wafted from her head as I facefucked her.

I slid in and out of her using her as masturbation meat and when I was ready to
cum I stepped back, jerked off and shot my load on her burned face and head.
White sperm-scum spattered burned girlmeat and ashen scalp and black-fried
earlobes, jizzed her eyes which remained open and staring - lots of it - my balls were
full of mancum from the destruction I'd wreaked on my girlbitch, this orgasm
furious and drawn out.  I took my time and pumped it all out rubbing it and sliming
it on her burned cheeks and into her eyes with my cockhead, pushing it back in her
mouth, down her throat and making her lick me with her burned, needle-gouged
tongue.  I pressed it against her nose and nostrils and back into her mouth until after
a few minutes the sweet urge to piss, like the urge to cum sought release.
I urinated on my little burn victim, emptied my bladder all over her burned body.
She made a sound that seemed like weeping.
I smiled, drew back and punched her as hard as I could.
Her burned head rocked back and smacked against the wooden post and she
toppled in a mess at my feet unconscious.
I dragged her into the bathroom and tossed her in the showerstall.
The freezing spray from the shower rained down on her for a few minutes before
she revived.
Then, after I shut the water off, she just lay there staring blankly at the dripping wall
above her, still handcuffed and footbound.

I left her there and went outside.
Night was already coming, a sunset fading beyond the trees.
I was surprised to discover I'd spent all day working on my little captive.
Making sure the basement door was locked I went upstairs, took off the black hood
and undid my leather belt. fixed myself a sandwich and washed it down with a beer.  
Then I lay on the couch nude and fell asleep.

That was the end of the second day.

7.

"Kill me," Kelly said softly.
That was how she greeted me on the third day.
Somehow she'd crawled out of the bathroom and she sat propped up against the
wall by the bathroom door hands still cuffed behind her, ankles ropebound.
My cock was already hard.  I'd been planning what I would pursue with my teengirl
that day right from the moment I awoke, at around nine that morning.
"I want to die now," she said again, her voice flat and emotionless.
I stood over her and studied my work.
She was a total fucking disaster and I knew she had to be in a great deal of
pain.  She sat in a puddle of blood and piss and her face and head were
darkened and ashen.  There were marks and wounds all over her body.
"I'm not ready to kill you yet, pig," I told her.  "Believe it or not you still have a
lot left to give."
"Please."
"Shut up. I don't want to hear you. Get over here and show me how much
you love me." 
I watched as she slid down to the floor in dull-eyed obedience and wormed her way
across the room toward me.  I stroked myself watching her contorted motion as she
slithered on the concrete pushing herself forward with her bound feet and when she
was finally down in front of me I crouched down over her.
"Lick my balls," I ordered.
She lifted her head up under my thighs and began to obey me.
"My asshole too, cunt - yeahh - put your tongue in there how I showed you -
little sleazy slut - that's right - yes - very nice -"
Today was the day for blades and cutting tools.
Today was Kelly's last day on Earth.
I moaned and smiled as she pleasured me obediently letting her work me up with
her burned, swollen tonguemeat then I grabbed her by her throat and picked her up
off the floor, choking her as I carried her to the wooden table.  Sitting her on the
table's edge I unsheathed my knife and cut the rope from her ankles.
"Open your legs for me," I ordered pushing her down so that she lay back
on the table on top of her handcuffed arms.
I moved up against her.
She stank, smelled of blood and shit and raw meat.
I put my cock to her blackened girlslit.
Vaguely I wondered what it was gonna feel like to fuck a burned out cunt.
I had no way of imagining the sensation though it greatly appealed to me.
Gently I probed the blacksmeared vaginal hole and Kelly began to sob and
squirm.
"Lie still, pig," I growled.
I pushed inward and she stifled her expression of pain which I knew must have
been considerable.
She was all hot and pulpy inside, mushy, like over-ripe fruit, swollen and slimy
and as I filled her, watery mucous and blood lubed my shaft.  It was deliciously
arousing and my balls tensed and filled as I began to piston in and out of
my crying flame-fucked angel.
I brought my knife blade to her trembling burn-scarred, needle-gouged, whip-
welted belly and pushed the tip into the skin, not going deep, just cutting
her, drawing lines of fresh blood in her.  I cut her again and again, small
tiny nicks and bigger slice-gashes, fucking her skin with my knife while
I fucked her torch-burned cunt with my cock.  I made her lift her legs
up and began to cut her thighs, the backs of her thighs, her asscheeks,
prodding and pushing the blade deeper here and there, making her gasp
and cringe and twist under me, showing her new pain, showing her she
could still suffer, relishing the look of pathetic realization in her eyes that
her pain would go on and on and on endless, repetitive, annihilating.
I slid out of her and stabbed her cuntmound with the knife, her legs stretching
and flailing against me her back arching up off the table.
"I said LIE STILL!"
I'd only put a little bit of the blade in her, I'd gone only skin deep and I took
the knife out and stabbed her again, just with the sharp tip, just enough to
penetrate.
I put my cock to her asshole and pushed inward, sodomizing her while
I continued to stab her burned muff.  Blood spurted out of her, rolled
down on to my fucking shaft.
"Open those fuckin' legs wide," I ordered and when she did I put the blade right to
her torch-burned slit and slammed it inward.
She howled as the serrated steel fucked her, sliced her, cut her up inside.
I withdrew the knife and plunged my cock into her blood-drooling sex-slit
now fucking my angel slut brutally, ramming deep, slicing cuts on her
little titties while I drove deep into her.  I hilted myself in her and held
the position as I drew cut lines right through her bruised, shock-burned
nipples.  As I bisected her swollen fleshy tit-caps she screamed, flailed
her legs on either side of me and her cuntmuscles tightened sweetly
around my shaft.
Now urgently aroused I carried Kelly in my arms to the wooden
workhorse I'd built for her.  It was a five foot long two-by-four
with two support V' frames on front and back and a ten inch steel
dildo barbed with tiny spikes rose from it, bolted to the two by
four, two wire leads hanging from it.
I made her straddle the steel cock and let her sink down on to it
weeping and groaning as I unlocked and removed the handcuffs.
Working quickly I pulled two meathooks that dangled on chains
down from the ceiling and slammed them through Kelly's frail
wrists.  She kicked helplessly as I raised the chain lines and hauled
her speared wrists upward toward the ceiling.  With the butane torch
I cauterized her spurting wrist-wounds but not before hot gushing blood
washed down on both of us.  Lastly, I connected the wires from
the steel dildo my captive was impaled on to the voltage regulator
I'd used on her before.
Now, I picked up the steel-tongued lash.  Ten strips of sharp bladed
metal hung on the end of a thick six-foot long leather serpent.
I was gonna rip my little whore to shreds.
I stepped back and took aim.
"Tell me how you feel about me, pig," I ordered.
" - uh - I - l-love - you, sir -"
The words were barely out her mouth and I was swinging the steel lash.
I scored a heavy thudding blow across her left flank and she wailed and
kicked on the wooden workhorse.
"Again, pig. Tell me again."
"Agh - I - love you, SIR!"
This time I struck twice, swinging the lash first in one direction then in the opposite
making the sharp blades gash into Kelly's already bruised and tortured flesh.
Fresh blood washed down her body.
"AGAIN!"
"I LOOVE YOU!"
Four harsh back and forth strokes followed. across her hips and belly.
Little fuck.  I wanted to kill her with the steel whip.
Four more across her titties and shoulders.
Blood spattering basement posts and wall and floor.
Four more across her ass and upper thighs.
Kelly began to pump herself up and down on the steel-barbed cock as I flogged her,
crying and screaming, shuddering.
I reached down and swung the voltage regulator knob to maximum.
The little shit leaped and kicked on the workhorse.
Sparks flew from my steel lash each time it struck.
"AGG GODDD KILLLL MEEEE! KILL MEEEE!" she shrieked.
I whipped harder and harder embedding the blades in flesh and muscle, ripping
Kelly apart.

Now dizzy with maddening destructiveness I took the hammer and nails.

Shutting off the electrical power I pulled her bloodstriped legs up and back and
nailed her feet by her big toes to the workhorse.
I nailed her cuntlips to the two-by-four.
On the hotplates I started heating up the long steel skewers and I switched the
electrical power back on watching the crazed fuck-death dance of my slaughterchild.

I cut the power, reached up and pulled her tongue out of her mouth and
sliced it off with my knife.
She puked. 
Bled.
I switched the power back on.
Watched her dance and howl and waited for the skewers to go red hot.
I shut off the power - put a rope around her neck and choked her almost
unconscious. Put the power on again. Turned it off. Choked her some more.
Put it on.  Cut her nipples off her. Stabbed her upraised arms. Turned the
power on. Jerked off watching her.  Waited. Waited.
The skewers began to smoke.
I cut off the power.
She slumped on the workhorse.
Her nailed feet wriggled. Impaled toenails purple-dark.

"Dirty little scumbag," I said softly. Stepped up to her and spat in her bleeding
mouth.

One by one I put the six long skewers into her abdomen, slowly, piercing the
skin, then the peritoneum, still pushing through, all the way into her gutsac.
I studied her agony.
It was supreme.
It was glorious.
It was a once in a lifetime thing, unforgettable.
Stroking myself slow and easy, pushing the skewers in.  One right under her
burned out belly button into the lower intestines.  Another into her liver on 
the right side. Another gouging out her stomach, blood bubbling up out her mouth
and nose, her eyes muted and half shut.

She looks at me.
It is such a look, such a demented, begging, end of time look.

"Won't be long now, honey," I tell her. "Give me your pain, ok? Let me enjoy you
now. Give it all to me."

She nods weakly.

I push one skewer into her cuntmound, hard, right into her bladder, blood and
piss squirting out of the wound and from her carbonized torn-apart urethra.
I knifestab the urethra between the nailed down lips of her twat as it drools. Stab it.
Cut the piss tube open and smile at my angel.  I stab her thighs, going deep. I stab
her hard and repeatedly.

I hate her vehemently, fully, perfectly and this terminal torture is a delicious
catharsis for me.

The two skewers that remain I gouge through her sides and into the core of
her innards.

I tear out one of the hot skewers from her gutsac and reach into the dribbling
wound with my fingers, force it open.  I reach inside her and grab a piece
of intestine to tug it out of her through the woundhole.

"Give," I tell her, looking in her fluttering eyes. "Give, Kelly."

Slowly I draw a stream of guts out of my choking, dying child.

I've never done any of this before and yet I'm never hesitant or fumbling.
This is what I've been born to do.
This is my destiny.
I am a Killer.
I am a Cuntbreaker.
I am a Slaughterer of children.

I'm not far from cumming as I switch the power back on and watch Kelly's
final primitive sacrificial dance, her guts dangling out of her skewered jiggling
burned and mutilated body, dripping down her thighs to the floor.

She's almost done when I turn the power off for the last time.

She watches me silently now as I cut strips of meat from her thighs, long
thin strips of surface skin.  I cut both her mutilated titties off her and eat
bits of her off my knife.  

I go behind her and stab into her back hard. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Into her lungs and kidneys gashing whatever's left of life in her.
Thump - Thump - Thump.

Then I take the hand ax.

"Kiss it," I tell her holding the blade up to her face.

She does as I say - obedient to the end.

"Kiss the hand that kills you," I tell her holding my fist against her soft swollen
lips.

She does so.

The kiss is as gentle as the touch of butterfly wings.

In my hand the ax feels heavy and solid as I raise it.
I take my hand from Kelly's mouth.
It is time to kill.

I slam the ax fiercely into my childbitch's flesh-stripped left thigh.
The blade goes all the way through meat, cartilage, bone, embeds itself in the
workhorse two-by-four crosspiece, makes the whole thing shake.  The blow
makes Kelly stiffen, her arms drawing out, wristhooked, spreading wide,
her tongueless mouth forming a silent gasping O'.  The amputated limb
swings off, severed, pivots on the nailed foot and pops off the workhorse
to fall with a thump.  Blood jets and spirals from the gross wound. 
Taking one step back I swing the ax right into Kelly's ribcage.  The
sharp metal wedge splinters through tissue, through diaphragm, through
bone-marrow, hacks open lung, esophagus, nicks liver and spleen.
My slaughterbitch-child groans dementedly, head thrown back. She pivots
a hundred and eighty degrees on the barbed steel dildo, severed leg
shooting blood all over me, all over the room.
I grab the thigh-stump, swing her back to position, slam the ax into her
right hip as hard as I can.
The crushing impact destroys her pelvic bone and hip joint and gashes
almost all the way through.  I yank the ax out and slam it into the
same spot again now completely severing the leg from the body.
The limb kicks and flexes trapped by the nailed foot to the workhorse
and like the other leg after a few convulsive jerks it pops off and
slams to the floor.
Moving in I now slice my killing weapon across Kelly's upraised
arm cutting it clean through. The pretty friendship bands skitter off and
roll across the bloody concrete floor. She hangs from one arm, head tottering
to one side, eyes wide and fixed.
After I hack off this last limb she sits on the workhorse, armless and legless,
impossibly balanced on the barbed dildo before she lists several degrees
to the left, makes a strange yelping sound and topples off the horse
in a mess of shattered bones, guts, dark blood, shit.

Leaning over her I take aim for the final blow - the sweetest - the cum
ready to burst from my piss-slit, my balls hotly full.  As if I'd been
doing it all my life I pound the ax blade expertly down into the back of Kelly's
neck.  The sharp blade clangs against the concrete and my slaughterbitch's head
splits off, rolls, spins toward the wall in a flurry of blood and mucous.
I reach down and pick it up.

"Still love me, pig?" I ask.

The beautiful sea-green eyes in the severed head open and look up sadly.
The bloody mouth says the last silent word:

- yes -

With an animalistic growl I stuff my cock up the neckhole and begin to fuck
Kelly's head.
It takes only a few seconds before my cum is spewing from her open mouth,
her eyes now glazed in death staring up at me.
I look down on her and continue to jerk off with her until the orgasm subsides
and passes then I withdraw, lift the head to spit on the dead face and toss it to the 
floor like so much garbage.

That's all Kelly is now.

Garbage.

A broken mutilated mound of stinking human garbage.


EPILOGUE

I buried her in a shallow grave out by the pine trees in Tilson Woods.
Afterwards, I cleaned up the cabin's basement.  It took me several hours but I
enjoyed the work.  It took my mind off the drama of the slaughter.
As I mopped up the blood and bits of gore I wondered if I would be doing this
again anytime soon.
I doubted it.
Kelly was special.
One of a kind.
Sure, other kills would be possible but this first one was special and it would not be
repeatable.
For weeks I would enjoy the television reports on the missing girl.
You've probably seen them too, though you don't know you're seeing my Kelly.
As I told you - that's not her real name.
I'd be stupid to give you people her real name.
I enjoy hearing all the speculations from the news media.  But what I enjoy the most
is her weeping mom asking that she be returned.  That is just the
biggest goddamn turn on. That and the box of mementos, specially the bloody
friendship bands.

One last thing.
In the spring, beautiful wild flowers sprung up over Kelly's grave.
I went out there one sunny March day to see them.
The small multi-petal flowers looked like a choir of children, their cores like
dark brown eyes staring up happily at the sun.

I smiled, unzipped my jeans, took out my cock and emptied my bladder on them.

WOODBURN