Cindy's Choice.Part one
  Mg+, Fg+, MF, rape, tor, bdsm, anal, kidnapping, mind
control, snuff.  Bad cop hunts and imprisons a young mother and her three
young girls.  Brock forces Cindy to make horrifying choices.  She must
agonize over each one as she is forced to choose which of her three
daughters he uses.

   If you do not like stories of child rape, and sadistic imprisonment read
no further.  If you do any of this shit you will end up on the wrong side
of a jail cell yourself.





   He watched the silver SUV round the corner of the desolate county road.
He had been waiting for the auto and its passengers for fifteen minutes. 
The officer's patrol cursor was parked angled to the two lane blacktopped
road.  The tall lean man sat with his hands gripping the wheel.  He could
hear the pounding of his heart in his ears.  All of his senses were
heightened by the rush of adrenalin coursing through his veins.

   It was always like this before the hunt and capture.  He picked up the
mike to his two-way radio and keyed it.  "They are here."

   There was a crackle of static and then a woman's voice said.  "Call me
after you have made the stop.  The road is blocked off."

   "Will do." He answered as he hung the mike on its hook and flipped two
switches.  One killed any cell phone signal for within a half a mile.  The
other activated his red lights and the wail of his siren.

   He saw the three girls in the back seat of the high dollar SUV look
startled at the sudden appearance of the red lights and the noise of the
siren.  The bright sunlight of the late afternoon was muted by the chrome
reverse sunglasses that he wore.  He pulled out and followed her down the
road.  He saw her brake lights come on as she slowed waiting for the police
car to pass her.

   He slowed behind her until she pulled over and stopped on the side of
the road.  He let her stew for a few moments as if he were calling in her
license number.  He did lift the mike and report to his partner that he had
made the stop and that she could bring in the tow truck.  He left the red
lights flashing along with his headlights that flashed from one to the
other and from dim to bright.

   He left the motor to the Crown Vick on as he exited his car.  He had
loosened his handcuffs in their holder.  The tall man looked in the back
window and saw the three young children strapped into expensive car seats.
Three blonds all with long hair.  He figured the oldest to be 11.  The
middle girl to be nine, with her younger sister about six.  He nodded to
the children and smiled like a shark.  The youngest one by the door cringed
instinctively from the man in the khaki uniform.

   He walked around the car from the passenger side making sure there was
no one else other than the woman and her three children.  The window slid
down and the thirty something blond women asked.  "What is the problem
office?  I am sure that I was not speeding." She said with just a hint of
frustration at the further delay.  They had to take a detour that was not
listed with her On Star system.  Now she could not get a signal on her cell
phone and the expensive On Star unit was out cold.

   "Your rear license plate is missing miss.  May I see your license and
registration please?  Take it out of the wallet please.  Thank you this
will just take a moment.  Please turn off your vehicle and hand me the
keys." He said as he took her papers and license.

   "You don't think that I am going to run off do you?" She said with a
snort getting more than a little angry.

   "MOM be cool.  He is just doing his job." The older child said as she
played with a game boy working her fingers quickly.

   "Sorry officer.  It is just that we are late for dance class and I have
a headache.  Here." The mother said as she handed over the keys to her car.
She had another set in her purse anyhow.

   "Thank you mamm.  It is safer for both of us this way.  I will only be a
moment." He said as he went back to his car and leaned in.

   "He is creepy." Vicky said as she watched the man leaning into his
patrol car.  "We going to get rested?" She added.

   "No dear it is just some kind of error.  The license plate came off the
car or some one took it at the mall.  It will be fine.  See here he comes
now." Cindy said to her youngest child.

   "Mamm will you please steep out of the car.  I nee to show you
something. Did you hit anything lately with your car?  There is blood on
the back bumper." He said as he opened the car door and stood back.

   "What?  NO.  Are you sure its blood?  It can't be." She said as she got
out and walked to the rear of the car.  There was something red on the
bumper and there was a fresh scrape on the chrome.  Her license plate was
missing.

   "Mrs.  Crawford place your hands on the back of the vehicle and spread
your legs.  NOW." He said as he placed one hand on the small of her back.

   "What!  I did not do anything wrong.  I..." She said sharply when she
heard the hammer click of a heavy black revolver.  She turned her head and
saw that he had drawn his weapon and had it pointed at her middle.  His
face was a stone mask showing no emotion at all.  The girls started crying.

   "NOW put your hands on the vehicle!" He yelled his voice hard and
commanding.  She felt terror grip her heart.

   "Please there is no need for this.  I can explain....." She said her
voice breaking and tears filling her eyes.

   "Do it fucking now!" He yelled as he poked the gun into her ribs.

   "Oh God please don't hurt me or my girls.  Look I'll do what ever you
want...." She pleaded as she felt that this man was not a real police
officer.  She was right.

   "Put your mother fucking hands on the fucking car now or I blow your
fucking head all over the road in front of your fucking brats.  Do it Cindy
now!!!" He yelled shoving her against the SUV.

   She threw her hands on the car and spread her legs as he ordered her to.
She could not believe that this was happening to her.  He grabbed her right
wrist and jerked it behind her back.  She felt the cold iron of the cuffs
clamp around her small wrist painfully.

   "Mom!  What is happening?  Stop that you are hurting her." One of the
children called from the car.

   "Its aright girls just do what the man says.  Please don't hurt the
children do what you want to me.  I have money.  I will do ANYTHING YOU
WANT ME TO DO.  I will let you do what ever you want to me but Please don't
hurt my babies." Cindy sobbed as the man took her other hand and locked in
the iron cuffs.  Her heart was racing and she wondered if she could kick
him.  It was too late for that now.  She would let him rape her for that is
what she thought the man wanted from her.  She would be sweet and take it
any place he wanted to put it.  She would give him the best blowjob she
could.  She would do anything to save her babies, and then she would hunt
the fucker down, blow his balls off, and feed them to him on a plate of his
own shit.

   "Yes Cindy you will do what ever I want.  If you don't I will do what I
was going to do to the youngest one first.  Then the middle child and
lastly your oldest one." He said as he leaned her against the car and ran
his hands over her body.  He felt her breast but not in a sexual way more
like he was a doctor.  He was thorough touching every inch of her body.  He
ran his hands under her panties fingering her vagina and anus.

   She shuttered as he violated her touching her as if she were a side of
beef being inspected for slaughter.  At that thought she broke down and
sobbed.  She could not help herself.  Cindy had the feeling that she was
not going to see her husband or her home again.

   "Please don't hurt me.  Oh god don't hurt my babies.  They are just
children.  Let them go ok?  Let's just leave them here.  You can take me
off and I will do anything you want for as long as you want.  Please I beg
you." She sobbed falling to her knees.

   Brock took his tazer and put it to the sobbing woman's neck.  He
triggered the unit and 600,000 volts of electricity surged through her
body. She jerked.  Her mouth clamped shut biting her lip blood ran down her
chin.  She collapsed and fell unconscious at the rear of her car.  He
lifted her expensive sundress, pressed the stun gun to her vagina, and gave
her a second shot.  He body arched and fell quivering on the roadside.

   The children were screaming.  He saw the passenger side rear door open
and the leg of the oldest child come out.  He hurried over to the door and
caught the girl as she exited.  Brock grabbed her arm and lifted the 11
year old off the ground.

   She swung her free hand at him but her tiny fist bounced off his hard
body.  She tried to kick him but could get no perchance in the air
therefore she just jerked like a puppet on a string.

   He tossed her back into the car.  She hit her head on the doorframe and
a bump quickly rose from her scalp.  The other two girls were wailing their
eyes wide with fright.  Snot bubbled out of the youngest ones nose.  He
slapped the oldest one across the face.

   "Listen to me!  If you keep this shit up I am going to drag your fucking
mother out in the grass and blow her fucking head off.  Shut the fuck up.
You can wimpier because I know that you are scared shitless.  If you do
what I saw and when I say it you will not get hurt.  Now you!" He said
pointing to the child he had just slapped.  "What is your name and how old
are you?"

   " I...,I... am Paa..  Pamm...Pam.  I'm... I ... , I am eleven years old
sir.  Pleas don't hurt us.  Did you kill mommy?" She said bursting into
another round of hysterical crying.

   " Pam I did not kill your mother.  She is just knocked out.  Take off
your underwear now."

   " My panties?  NO..." She cried pulling her legs tight together.

   "Pam if you do not take your panties off right now and hand them to me I
will shoot your sister in the head." He said as he pointed the large gun at
Kelly's head.  The child screamed and tried to dig herself out of her car
seat.

   " Oh god no....  yes mister here I am doing it.  Don't hurt Kelly she is
only nine years old.  Please don't hurt us.  You can do things to me.  Sex
stuff if you want but don't hurt them ok?" She said as she ripped her
panties off and handed them to the man.  She pulled up her dress and spread
her legs showing her bald vagina to him.

   " Good girl you are learning.  Now Kelly pull you panties off and hand
them to me.  Do it now." He said in a strong voice commanding the
frightened child to do his bidding.

   " He... Hear..  I can't get them off with the belt in the way." The
young blond child cried as she struggled with the gray lap belt that held
her prisoner in her seat.

   Brock unbuckled the belt and helped her untangle her dress.  He made her
pull them down and off her body.  They were pink with tiny yellow flowers
on them.  He looked at her crotch and saw the immature lips of her vagina.
The child whimpered and cringed as he reached over her to her sister.

   " What is your name child." He said to the youngest one.

   She was too frightened to speak.  She just trembled and cried shaking
her head back and forth trying to get out of her car seat.  A task she had
never been able to master.

   " Please don't mister you are scaring her to death.  Her name is Vicky
she is six years old.  Do you want her panties to?" Pam asked trying to
make the man happy so he would not hurt them as he had done to their
mother. She prayed that a car would come and help them, but they had not
seen a car on this back road the entire time they had been on it.

   " Yes but I will take them off for her.  Sit down in your seat and don't
move.  I am going to close your door.  Do not try to run.  There is no
place to run to and I will just kill your sisters and then hunt you down
and do very mean things that will hurt worse than you can ever imagine.  Do
you understand me Pam." He said as he let his rough hand close over her
right breast.

   " Oh god you are going to rape us aren't you?" She cried.  "Please use
me ok.  I can take you in me.  I... ,I... will be good and let you do
anything you want to me, but don't hurt my sisters they are so young and
small.  You will hurt them bad inside...Please I beg you just do it to me
ok... The child sobbed as she pulled his hand down into her crotch opening
her legs for him and waiting for him to rape her.  Her face was wet and her
eyes were red.  Her breath came in ragged gulps as she sobbed.

   "Pam you are a very brave child.  I am not going to rape your sister
now. Sit in the car.  Do not get out and it will be ok." He said as he took
his hand off her body.  He turned the child lock in the door on then shut
it trapping them in from that side.  He opened the passenger door and did
the same to it disabling the electric door lock.  He did the same thing to
the driver's door and then opened the rear door where Vicky sat.

   The child pulled back from the man and cried again.  Her sisters were
sobbing begging him not to hurt them.  Brock backhanded the young child
rocking her head back against the car seat's headrest.  She wailed and
screamed turning bright red.  He grabbed her by the throat.  His massive
hand cut off the air to her brain and vocal cords.  She shut up and her
eyes bugged out.

   He loosened his grip on her throat letting air get in to her lungs and
the child fell limp.  She took two deep breaths and hiccupped between sobs.
The man undid her car seat belt and pulled her panties off.  He held her
legs open and looked at the red slit of her girlhood.  He was going to
enjoy using this one the most.

   He shut the door and locked them in the SUV.  During his struggle with
the children Cindy had started to come around.  Her head pounded and her
body ached allover.  She was stiff and there was dried blood crusted on her
lip.  She had wet herself and felt shame and humiliation at the involuntary
act.  She tried to set up but could not manage the task.  She heard the
children crying and lunged into a sitting position.

   She saw his legs come around the end of the SUV.  " Why are you doing
this to us?  Please just use me and let the girls go....  I beseech you as
a mother don't hurt my children." She sobbed.

   Brock did not say anything.  He reached down and lifted the woman as if
she weighed no more than one of her children.  The top of her costly
sundress ripped.  The silk print tore exposing her full C cup breast in a
lacy bra.  He tossed her against the SUV and hit her with the tazer again.
She doubled over and fell striking her head on the pavement.  A nasty gash
opened up on her forehead and salty blood ran down into her eyes.

   The man lifted her and sat her upright against the car.  He went to the
squad car and took a first aid kit out.  He opened the box and used a gauze
pad to stem the flow of blood.  He opened a bottle of water and washed off
her face.  Quickly he bandaged her wound and wrapped a length of the gauze
around her head to hold it in place.  A red stain slowly spread from the
center of the pad.

   Cindy moaned as he lifted her and carried her over his wide shoulder. 
He walked to the end of the car and used his remote to open the trunk.  He
leaned her over the lid of the trunk while he got out a thick black plastic
body bag.  He unzipped it and laid it on the ground.  This bag had been
modified with a porous square of fabric that let air in and out of the bag.
It was near the head of the cocoon.

   He lifted her and laid her in the bag.  He reached under her dress and
pulled off a pair of thong underpants.  He saw that her vagina hair had
been neatly trimmed leaving only a tiny patch over her mound.  He saw the
tight ring of her ass as he lowered her legs into the bag and zipped it
shut.  He tightened two Velcro straps around her waist and knees binding
her.

   Now that he had her in the bag he lowered her into the trunk.  He pulled
three smaller ones out for the children.  He carried the black bags over
his shoulder as he walked back to the SUV.  The children were sobbing and
holding on to each other.

   They saw him coming and screamed clinging together for protection.  He
opened the door by Vicky and pulled her from her sister's arms.  They were
begging him not to hurt her.  He shut the door locking them in.  She was
kicking, biting, scratching, and hitting as hard as she could.

   He held her out with one hand and laughed at her.  This enraged the
little hellcat and she threw herself at the man digging her nails into his
arm and biting down on his wrist drawing blood.

   Brock's cock got very hard.  He enjoyed the pain she was inflicting it
was like a drug to him.  He would introduce the child to the drug very soon
and for as long as she remained alive which was problematical.

   He laid her on the hood of his car and pulled up her dress.  He looked
at her vagina as she struggled against his greater strength.  He let her
fight until she wore herself out.  She lay panting sobbing on the hot hood.
The metal burned her bottom.  She wet herself and then lay still just
quivering anytime he touched her small red sweaty body.  He pried her legs
open and holding her arms above her head with one hand forced his face down
between her small legs.  He worked his mouth over her wiggling bucking
vagina and found the soft folds of her body.  She had a thin layer of white
covering her baby vagina.  He licked the dried vaginal mucus from between
the fleshy slender creases of her body.  Brock found the tiny button of her
clitoris and stimulated it.

   The child took in a deep breath as she was not used to this new
sensation between her legs.  She hated the man that was doing nasty things
to her body, but this felt funny not nice but funny.  She stopped
struggling and lay back.  He began to hum and move his lips rapidly against
her soft tissue.  Her thing got wet and a strong jolt of pleasant pain shot
up her body.  This did not hurt.  He as not holding her roughly anymore. 
He had both hands on her tummy and was stroking her softly.

   She fought the feeling knowing that the man was doing something very
wrong with her, however it began to feel very good.  She got wetter and
wetter from his saliva and from the thin clear lubrication her young body
produced.  He was making very loud sounds that resonated through her body.
Her pussy hummed and vibrated sending shock waves of pleasure through her
small frame.

   Her young body betrayed her and she spasmed in orgasm the first she had
ever experienced.  He kept it up sending her over the edge repeatedly. 
Soon her entire existence was centered on her vagina and his sucking
vibrating mouth.  She dug her tiny fist into his hair and humped his face.
Her cries were now not of fear or pain but a pleasure she had never known.
It felt good.  Her waiflike body could take no more and she slid into
unconsciousness.

   Brock pulled off the stunned child and thought about raping her right
here and now.  His need was powerful.  He thought of the joy he could wring
from her immature body.  He wanted to force her mother to watch as he
deflowered her youngest child repeatedly.  Brock decided to violate the
child now.  He would take her with force and quickly tare her hymen.  He
would ram all the way in her fucking her for a few strokes but not cumming
in her cunt.  She would take that load in many body openings and often.

   He spit on her pussy but it was very wet from his work and her juices.
He held the wide head of his cock to her split and rubbed it over her
pressing harder and harder each time it went over her impossibly tight
pussy.  The head of his seven-inch cock popped into her hole.  The walls of
her vagina were like a vice.  He held her legs up to her chest and slammed
his meat into her crotch.  He felt the wall of her hymen briefly stop the
invasion of her ravaged vagina but his thrust split her membrane and forced
open the walls of her body.  The pain of that stretching got through the
fog of her brain and she screamed as she had never screamed before.  The
sound drove him on and he got all of is meat crammed into her tiny body. 
He could see the outline of his cock moving in her body.

   A thin ribbon of blood colored his cock as he tore the insides of her
body.  He did not give her time to stretch and accommodate his, massive to
a child's body, cock.  He wanted her to feel the pain and remember it for
the rest of her short life.  The rapist pulled all the way out letting her
cunt close up.  He held it over her hole and forced is hard penis into her
body again.  He did this until her tiny vagina stayed stretched open
lessening the effect and pain.  He used massive force and slammed into her
as fast as he could pound his hips against the soft now yielding bloody
flesh of the raped child.

   He felt his balls tighten and the need of him to cum.  He let his
ejaculations now enter her wet bloody body.  Her head banged against the
hood with each thrust.  She was beyond pain.  She wished that she would die
or fall unconscious but she was not given that reprieve.

   Brock let his cock grow small in her body.  He pulled it out and eat her
bloody cummy pussy.  The coppery taste of her drove him wild and he sucked
her clean.  He thought of having her suck his dick but the child was beyond
the ability to obey any order no matter how much force or pain he would use
on her tortured body.

   He had not rapped a child like that since Joan Benay Ramsey.  It had
been too long.  He looked forward to using the older ones but they could
never be as sweet as this little blossom.  He still had her tiny ass to
deflower.  He knew ways to keep her body tight, they all involved a lot of
pain for the child but then that is what he lived for.

   He picked her up and laid her in one of the small body bags.  He zipped
her in and added her to the trunk with her mother.  He went to get the
other two children.  They sat hugging each other.  They had seen the man
rape their sister.  They did not know what happened but they knew that it
was evil and bad.  They begged the man not to hurt them.  They pleaded and
sobbed and tried to hold on to each other as he drug them out of the car.
He hit Pam in the mouth splitting her lip.  Her head rocketed back and hit
the door jam and she stopped struggling giving into what ever the man would
do to her.  She just wanted him to do what ever he was going to do and
leave her alone.  She wanted her mother, she wanted her dad.  She sobbed as
he pulled her dress up and fingered her vagina.

   That was all that he did.  He asked her if she had gotten her period
yet. She turned red from embarrassment and said that she had had one in the
last three months.  He told her that was good.  He told her he was going to
keep her alive and fill her with a baby and it had better be a girl or she
would regret it.  She already did.

   He told her to lay in the body bag.  She did as she was told and lay in
the hot sticky plastic.  He undid his fly and pulled out his cock that was
still red with her sister's blood.  She thought that he was going to rape
her or make her suck it off.  Instead he held it grunted and let a hot
stream of urine splash over her body.  He pointed the stream at her pussy
and then washed her tits and last told her to open her fucking mouth.  She
did and he let the salty urine fill her mouth.  She gagged and coughed it
up.  He kicked her in the head and told her she had better drink the last
of it or he would drag Kelly out and shoot her.  She opened her mouth and
struggled to catch the flow and keep the urine in her mouth.  She gagged it
down and felt her stomach turn and the bile rise in her throat.

   " Good little slut.  Next time you will learn how to eat shit and like
it." He said as he zipped her in the smelly bag and then tossed her on top
of her mother and younger sister.  He shut the trunk and went to get the
other brat.  She was laying in a ball curled up in the fetal position.  Her
ass was sticking out from under her dress.

   He unhooked the outside car seat and tossed it into the front seat.  The
sight of her tiny ass with its perfect pinkish red anus engorged his
manhood.  He pulled her over keeping her bottom in the air.  She was softly
moaning and sobbing begging him to leave her alone.

   He spit on her ass giving her all the lubrications she would get until
she bleed or shit herself.  He gripped each side of her ass and pushed his
cock against the small ring of her rectum.  The mere touch of his body on
her's made her scream in terror.  He held her tightly and with one hand
guided his stiff cock into her ass.

   The pain hit her like a wave of fire that ran around the stretching rim
of her bottom.  It was searing hot agony.  He was not letting her adjust to
the large head in her bottom.  As soon as he got the head in he rammed it
the full length of his organ.  She felt something tare in her body.  The
pain was crushing blocking out all other senses.  There was nothing but the
burning splitting agony that was her bottom.

   She gasped for breath.  She tried to pull away from the stiff object
that was pounding misery into her very being.  She sobbed and wished for
death.  Her body opened for the thrusting organ and some of the pain
lessoned as her ass ring was stretched and loosened.  He made up for that
by pulling out letting it close and then ramming it all the way in.  Then
he just fucked her ass faster and faster until red blood ran out of her ass
mingled with her shit.

   It was too much for her young body she passed out as he rode her ass
pumping in and out headless of her pain or whether or not she felt it. 
There would be long hours in her sad life that she would drink from that
devils cup.

   He finished with her.  Wiped his cock on her mouth and then dumped her
body into the last bag and tossed her in the trunk with the others.  He
shut the lid.  He heard the roar of the twin stacks of the black Mac diesel
wrecker coming down the road.

   The large truck pulled up next to the silver SUV.  The driver got out.
She was a slim dark haired woman.  She wore a black trench coat studded
with silver spikes.  She had safety pens in her cheek, ears, tits, and
holding her ass and pussy closed.  The latter could be seen in outline
through the black spandex panties she wore.  She had high heel calf high
boots with steel toes.  A collar circled her throat and was held in place
with a heavy brass lock.  The skin was hardened with a callus and scar
where it had rubbed the area raw over and over until it was a mass of
puckery white scar tissue.

   She was smoking a long black cigar.  She took the well-chewed end out
and spat a stream of nasty black juice at his feet.  Her teeth were stained
black and filed to sharp points.  Her grin was one that would turn the
stomach of the devil.

   " Hay Lover.  Any problems with the snatch?" The young woman said as she
walked over to him and kissed him.

   " They are in the trunk.  The mother has a booboo on her head.  The
young one's cunt is bleeding.  God Cat she was tight.  The middle one's ass
is sagging, and the older one is bathing in my piss.  Check the slut's
purse and see how much cash she has.  Shred the cards too easy to trace us.
Take the Caddy over to Juan's on the Southside.  He has been looking for
one all week.  Tell him it is 25 large.  How are we fixed for candles?" He
said as he fingered the pin that held her clit.  She moaned in joy at the
pain.

   " We could use some more.  Should I get the small ones for the
children's clits and piss holes?  They scream so well when the wick burns
down to the flesh and it sizzles.  Works good on their tits too.  The
larger ones fit their asses nicely.  Want me to get any of the 25 large in
coke?" She asked as she pulled back from his fingers increasing her pain.
She bit her lip until blood ran.

   "No I have half of the cocaine from the niggers we took down last month
yet.  Yes get some small candles and some clamps from the hardware store
too.  Pick up some beer and what ever you want to eat.....  Besides the
children we just snatched." He said as he twisted her clit bringing blood.

   " Oh fuck yess....  I came thank you master.  I'll get the stuff.  I
love you so fucking much.  We going to sell the woman or off her
ourselves?" She asked as she rubbed his cock through the uniform.

   " I don't know yet.  I have some fun things in line for her.  Lets just
she how well she trains and how long we can keep the tinder children alive.
They brake so easily you know.  Get your ass back as quick as you can. 
They are the most fun when they are fresh and feisty.  I left the older one
for you she is still a virgin in the ass and pussy probably in the mouth
too.  I'll help you hook up."

   They got the Caddy SUV on the wrecker and tied down.  He hooked the
lights up and watched as Cat drove away.  He got in the squad car and drove
back to his farm a few miles away.  It was a bumpy ride for the woman and
the children in the trunk

   Cindy tried to move in the hot confining bag to get off her children
that were sobbing.  It was no use.  Her body was bounced against her
children's and they cried out in pain as they collided with each other.

   She tried to understand how this could happen to her in the USA not
twenty miles from her home.  It made no sense.  How could the man do the
awful things he had done to her family.  She wondered what Brad would do
when they did not answer his calls.  He would be frantic.  She did not know
what she could do.

   The girls told her what the man had done to them.  She was outraged and
shocked that another human being could do such a thing to children.  If she
ever got the chance she would kill the fucker in the most painful way at
hand.  She tried to comfort her girls.  But how do you comfort a nine year
old that has been anally raped or a six year old who's vagina is bleeding.

   The car came to a stop.  Cindy waited for the trunk to open.  She could
see shadows through the small square of mesh in front of her face.  They
were going to let them stew in the hot trunk.  The young mother hoped that
they would get them out of the cramped hot bags.

   The car started again but only moved a few feet.  She heard a heavy door
closing.  The trunk lid opened and someone lifted Vicky out.  The young
child screamed and kicked in the dark bag.  She heard the man strike her
child.  He yelled at her to shut up and told her that if she did not settle
down he would throw her to the dogs.

   There was the loud sound of several large dogs barking.  They seemed to
become enraged snarling and growling.  The man shouted a command and the
beast fell silent.  Vicky stopped struggling and screaming.

   Brock took the child out of the body bag and put her in her cage.  He
had iron cages for each of the new toys.  They were not large enough for
the occupant to stand nor stretch out full length.  There were iron bars
crisscrossing the floor making it very uncomfortable to curl up on.

   The child had to bend over to get in the cage.  She flinched when the
iron door was slammed shut.  Vicky curdled into a ball and lay on the cold
steel.  She cried softly wanting her mother.

   Cindy felt Kelly's body being lifted from the trunk of the car.  She
told her girl to do whatever the man wanted.  She heard another cell door
being opened and then locked shut.

   Kelly blinked her eyes in the bright light of the large room she found
herself in.  The man pulled her out of the bag and pushed her into the
small cell.  She had to bend over to keep from hitting her head on the iron
bars.  The child watched as the man got her older sister out of the car. 
She was placed in a somewhat large cell next to hers.

   The man unzipped Cindy's bag and pulled her out of the trunk.  He did
not put her in to the waiting cage.  He looked at her and shook his head.

   Cindy stood on shaky legs.  Her wrist were still cuffed tightly behind
her back.  Her face was swollen from the beating the man had given her. 
She saw that they were in a large barn like building.  She quickly looked
for some way to escape this madman, raping bastard.  Cindy only saw a
garage door that had been padlocked shut.

   The room she was in was about 50 feet square.  She saw steeps leading to
a second story.  She could see no windows or other doors.  She looked
around the room and saw benches and X sapped devices that had chains and
cuffs for holding children prisoner.  There were whips and flails hung on
racks.  There was what looked like and operating room set up on a low
stage. The room smelled of dried blood and urine.

   Her children called out to her begging their mother to free them from
the monster that held them captive.  Her heart sunk as she saw her little
one's crammed into small cages.

   " Please who ever you are.  Let us go.  I swear I will tell no one of
this.  I..." Cindy pleaded with the stone-faced daemon.

   His foot rocketed out without warning.  His boot caught her in her gut.
She bent over in pain.  He grabbed her by her hair yanked her up right and
slammed his fist into her face braking her noise.  He beat her breast with
his fist.  He punched her head and she fell to the floor.

   " Cindy you are going to have to learn the rules.  All of you are." He
yelled as he kicked her in her vagina.  " The first rule is you never speak
unless you are given permission.  The second rule is the only thing you
call me is master, or sir.  The third rule is that you all obey any command
at once.  Delay will cost you pain.  All of you belong to me.  You are
alive because I want you to be.  If you stop being fun to me you are going
to die very slowly and in such agony your fucking minds cannot comprehend.
You will die an inch at a time.  You will beg me to kill you, which I will
only do when I tire of using your worthless cunts and asses.

   If you obey and instantly follow all commands you will be rewarded with
less pain.  Forget your husband, forget the outside world, forget god, for
he has forgotten you.  Do not beg me for mercy for you shall find none.  If
you are obedient you may live long enough to bare other child sluts for my
pleasure and the enjoyment of my friends that stop by from time to time to
rape and torture you.

   Forget going to hell you are here.  Abandon all hope ye that have
entered here.  You exist to pleasure me.  Your continued existence depends
on how fast you learn these rules and obey them.

   Cindy you are a fat cow.  You are too old and sicken me.  The only
reason you draw breath is that I am going to brake you and make you into a
pain slut.  You are the mother so it is only fitting that you chouse which
of your girls gets to suck my cock while the other two get to eat and be
with you in the safe room." He said as he pointed to a small glass cube at
the far end of the room.  There was a bathtub and toilet.  A bed with
blankets and pillows.  There was a TV and a wall of toys.  There was a
refrigerator with a glass door.  The icebox looked to be stocked with soft
drinks and snack food that did not have to be cooked.

   " The safe room is where you want to be.  Once you are in the safe room
no one but me can make you come out.  No one will hurt you or touch you
when you are in the room.  There are dugs there to ease pain.  You can be
together and hold each other.  Nevertheless, there is a cost.  One child
will be used while the other two are spared.  You are the one to chouse the
victim for the fun and games.

   If you do not chouse you will all be rapped and tortured.  The first
time you don't chouse I cut off a finger from each child.  Then toes,
noses, eyes tongues, tits, clits, and lips.  Arms and legs can be removed
until the child is just a sex pillow.

   You want to meet a sex pillow?  Look there." He commanded as he pointed
a remote and a light came on over a low cage.  A female child or what was
left of one lay on its back.  It had no arms no legs, her eyes and been
burned out, her ears cut off and burned leaving her deaf.  They saw her
open her mouth.  He teeth and all been yanked out and her tongue sliced
off. He body was covered with pressure sores.

   "Bonnie Jean here is just about all used up.  I think it would be fun
for one of your girls to beat her to death with this bat.  Which one Cindy?
Who will become a murderer tonight?  Who is going to put the bitch out of
her misery?  She is full of syphilis, and AIDS.  You have until the count
of ten, then I will cut off the pinky of each of your children and feed
them to the dogs.  Which one?"

   " You must be crazy!  Are you mad?  I won't do it." She cried as she
tried to get to her children.

   "One" He said as he took out a wicked Japanese knife and walked to
Vick's cage.  The child saw him and screamed.

   "Two" He said as he took a set of keys off his belt and lifted the heavy
lock.

   "NO NO mommy help me.  He is going to hurt my yonhie again." The little
child cried crawling to the very back of her small cage.

   " NO you bastard.  Don't touch her you fucking....  Aaaa" Cindy screamed
as the man shot her with a tazer gun.

   " Three." The stone-faced killer counted as he opened the lock.

   " No, no please don't do it.  I..., I..  I will kill that poor child."
Cindy sobbed as she tried to crawl to the man on her side.

   " Four." He counted as he reached inside the cage and ripped the soiled
clothing off of the child."

   " Oh God!  NO please.  She is just a baby.  Don't do it for the love of
God...." Cindy cried as she watched horrified as he drug her daughter out
of the cage by one leg.  Vicky was trying to cling to the bars and was
screaming.  The other two children were crying and begging the man not to
hurt their sister.

   "Five.  Chouse bitch.  This is your first choice so I will remind you of
the rules.  Chouse or they all lose a body part your choice of course.  Do
it now cunt or pick a part of this little sweet pussy.  You were knocked
out when we had our fun.  God her cunt is tight.  Hurt my cock she was so
tight.  Chouse now!!!" He screamed as he held her youngest child over her
head.

   " Oh God.  Oh God no....please no." She cried in horror as it sunk in
that he would do what he said if she did not chouse one of her girls to
kill the other poor child.  How could she do it?  Pam was the oldest and
strongest one.  He had the knife out and was Rubbing it over Vick's bottom.
The child was screaming as the knife bit in to her flesh.  A short line of
red welled from her tiny ass.

   "Pam!  God Damn you!  Pam honey I am so sorry..." Cindy said as she
banged her head on the floor trying to knock herself out.

   "Mother!!  No!  I can't hurt that poor thing...No, no oh god nooo." The
young girl sobbed as she watched the mean man toss her sister back in her
cage and come for her.

   " Good choice.  Pam here and I are going to have such a good time
beating old Bonnie Jean to death that I just might forget how old she is
and use her body tonight.  Well a promise is a promise, He said as he drug
Cindy to the safe room and uncuffed her hands.  He tossed her into the room
and got Vicky and Kelly from their cages.  They cried and trembled in his
arms remembering the pain he had caused them.  He tossed them in the safe
room with their mother and locked the door.

   The two girls ran to their mother and held her as they all huddled
together.  Cindy tried to comfort her girls.  She found a washcloth and
cleaned them as best she could.  They clung to her and whimpered.

   Brock unlocked Pam's cage and told the child to come out.  She scrambled
out and stood looking at the large man.  His cock was budging.

   " What is my name cunt?" He said as he drew back to strike the child.

   " Master, sir" She said falling to her knees.  Holding her hands in
front of her face.

   He slapped her hands down.  " Good cunt.  You are learning.  Cunt have
you had your period yet."

   " Yes One Master." The child said without emotion.  Her tear stained
face was devoid of feeling, a mask of the damned.

   " Excellent I am going to knock you up.  You had better hope it is a
split tail like you.  Now strip out of your cloths.  Take them to that fire
pit and toss them in." He said as he rubbed his large cock.

   " Good girl cunt.  You ever play baseball?  Sure I bet you have.  YOU
ever been to a spick party where they whack the piņata.

   Well we are going to hit our piņata with a baseball bat.  You see that
hook over Bonnie Jean's bed?  Take that sharp shark hook and stick it right
through her pussy." He said as he forced the child to Bonnie's bed.

   Numbly Pam took the large steel hook and pushed it in Bonnie's vagina.
Bonnie made gurgling noise and thrashed her head from side to side.  Red
blood spilled from the wound in her cunt and ass.

   He made Pam hull the torso up with a rope.  The armless legless body
swung dripping blood.  Brock handed the child a metal bat.

   The sightless eyeholes burned black looked like the highway to hell. 
The mouth had red pussy sores on it.  The child's dime sized nipples had
been chard with cigarettes and other hot objects.

   " Batter up cunt!" He said as he handed her the silver bat.  "Hit her in
the skull a few times and she will split like a ripe melon.

   " Yes Master." Pam woodenly said as she stood looking at the pitiful
thing that has once been a happy child.  She wondered how soon she would be
hanging legless from a hook.

   A spark blazed in her will and she swung the bat at the man's head.  The
bat thudded into the side of his skull.  His head rocked back but he did
not fall.  Strike one.

   She cocked the bat and threw all of her weight into the swing.  Fueled
by her pain and rage at the man that had deflowered her sisters she struck
true.

   He tottered and reached for his handgun.  Strike two.  The bat was back
around on her shoulders and she swung it again thudding into the back of
his skull as he turned to face her.

   A thin ribbon of blood trickled from his ear.  He fell like oak tree
landing on his face.  He did not break his fall.  Strike three.  He was
out....  She batted another full nine innings and there was not much of his
head to send to hell.  Way down on his own little high way to hell.  She
found the keys and let her mother and sisters out of the safe room.  Cindy
used the dead man's car to drive to the police station and report the
horror her and her family had been through.

   If you enjoyed this you may wish to read Cindy's Other Choice to see
what could have happened.  Let me know what you think of the story at
arlinwordsmith@yahoo.com
   


  
Cindy's Choice part 1