Before you start clicking and reading: These stories depict violence against preteen girls and teenage girls that depicts them getting seriously fucked up and probably fucked in all holes. They are treated like shit and even shitted on; they are treated like human debris in my stories. If you aren't into this, what the fuck are you doing here! These stories for the few who get off on it and those can't admit they get off on it.
As Alocer Loki always said: "Now having got past that I am just going to assume that like me you are a Sick Fuck whom gets off on the rape, and torture of preteen girls if not why are you still reading? Why? get lost."
“Flowers For Sale” Story Codes: MM/g, nc, anal, rape, violence, torture, humiliation, near snuff.
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Flowers For Sale
By: Mr. Nick Carraway
Whenever I got onto the 101 freeway, I’d see her there. The little cunthole would have a bucket of roses hocking them for 5 bucks for three. She was always there about 3:00, no doubt after school, selling roses. She’d always be in the shadow of the freeway bridge and off ramp trotting back and forth from her plastic bucket to hard up flirts who she turned on.
I say flirt because what stood out in my mind was her little tits. Her little tits were pressed tightly against whatever man catcher outfit she was wearing. Not that I had a problem with pubescent girls showing off what they have, but what the fuck – she already knew how to be a whore. Or, can I just say all girls are really whores in one way or another.
For an 11-year old, she didn’t fucking know how to fucking dress without looking slutty.
I’d see her with a halter, a tight t-shirt, a v-neck and what finally took it was a white net shirt with a tube top underneath. When I saw that I knew she needed it right up her little tiny rosebud hole, obviously she needed to find out she was fuck hole and built to be that way.
The little bitch had brown skin quite a bit tanned from being in the sun. She acted like one of those cunts who worry about tanning their body too much. It was too late; she was tanned so she was dark. She had bigger eyes with thick black semi curly hair that was cut short just before her shoulders. Other than her tits, she had a nice little ass. It had only just formed and was ready to be fucked. I couldn’t tell if she was using tampons. She was another little Mexican fuckhole, probably an authentic enemy of John and Ken.
Erick and I had talked about her as we carpooled in my BMW. We were cops and as luck would have it we lived close enough and worked the same shift. It worked out perfect for our commutes.
I shifted into 4th as I got a little speed going before our off ramp. I got off and there she was again. I made my usual sexual comment about her. “Look, Erick. She looks like shit today. I bet her uncle fucked her before going to school.” I was in a habit of making sexual comments about little girls because I knew Erick felt the same way about them. Their little bodies were just so fuckable. There was a middle school and an elementary school along the surface street part of our commute, so we’d see assorted little girls from the ages of 10 to 14 of all races. Erick would say things like, “Look at this little fuck hole – she can’t even be a 6th grader. Look at that skirt – I thought they had uniforms. She must being wearing her slut uniform. Look at this piece of dog shit here.” In spite of all those fuck creatures to look at, the bitch selling the flowers always made our day. She was perfect for her age and crying out to be fucked and fucked up.
One day we drove by her and she was wearing a pair of short black shorts and small green Keroopi T-shirt nicely exposing her midriff. I looked directly at her and she moved the shirt down over her midriff. That pissed me off. I couldn’t imagine that little whore thinking she could cover up when I’m looking at her. I vowed that she was fucked if I ever got my hands on her. Oh, man! I was going to hurt her and treat her like the animal she is.
So a week passed and I said to Erick, “What do you say we take her out for a little date?” as we passed her. That day she had on spaghetti straps and blue jeans with artistic bleach marks. He paused and said, “Yah, I can ask her…and you can take her.”
Erick spoke fluent Spanish and I thought how we could get her. I broached the idea with Erick and he said, “Fuck ya! Let’s ruin her little life.”
The following week our van “broke down” on the off ramp and we got out next to her. She was very innocent in spite of looking like a piece of cunt meat. Erick asked her for help in Spanish. Erick asked where a filling station is since we ran out of gas. She nodded and followed him over to look at the Thomas Guide. I got close to her for the first time and damn it she was going to be beauty to make suffer. I noticed that her skin was perfect; not a single blemish. She was wearing a little perfume, too. Her father was no doubt proud of his little hole of a daughter. Erick slid open the van’s door and held the book out.
“¿Donde es la gasolinera?
“Es ala esquina de…esa calle…,” she replied with great femininity as her gloss painted lips smacked; I love that in fuck holes.
I grabbed her by her legs and flipped her up. Erick grabbed and pulled her in then I closed the door. I heard a muffled scream but I know Erick would have her under toe. I looked in the window and he already had her hand cuffs with a knee in her back. He was lifting her arms up using the lock of having her arms behind her back to rub her face in the van floor carpet. She was squirming and screaming. He rolled her over and inserted the over sized ball gag that he could barely fit into her teeth. She breathed heavily after with tears flowing down out of her eyes.
I casually got in the van and started the engine. And, we got away clean.
“Ahora, puta, estás jodado. Vamos a violar tu cola,” Erick taunted her. He already had his pants off and he rubbing his cock all over her face. She let out a long whine as he did this. She managed to squirm onto her stomach.
Erick said casually, “Oh bitch, you just got into the right position…are you ready to have your ass hole ruptured? Are you ready to have a hysterectomy by my dick you, little piece of fecal matter?”
“Wait bitch, here is a little sample of pain for you.”
He took her pinky finger and hyperextended up to her knuckle. She howled the best she could with the ball gag in her mouth to let off two wails. Spit sprayed around the ball and drool ran down her chin as her eyes filled with tears. She was breathing hard. Then, he did the same to her ring finger and she howled. After hyperextending it and breaking it out of joint separating it from its cartilage, he held it there. His face was no more than a foot from her face as she wailed with spit building around the gag. She was shaking like a Chihuahua with tears breaking bursting from her eyes. Erick let go and the finger went back and repeated the cruel process with her middle finger. Again, he hyperextended the finger to her knuckle and she wailed behind the ball gag. Finally, he did it to her index finger getting another ghastly response and he let it go.
“I doubt she’ll be closer her right hand on anything anymore,” Erick commented to me. “Isn’t that so you fucking bitch?” He fiddled them a little bit and she screamed with spit spraying from behind the ball gag. “Ahora, sabes que lo que puedamos hacer a tu cuerpo…puta stupida!” However, hyperextending a little 11 year-old’s fingers is no big feat. The hand is so little and are hands and arms so strong.
I was looking back on the floor as I was driving. I reached down to my cock to stroke it. I couldn’t wait until it was my turn.
Erick put a thick leather collar on her neck that provide two rings for suspending her. We could run chain through them to suspend her. Next, he put on the leg bands each with rings. The rings are for a chain so we can manipulate her into convenient positions. It is so hard to rape and torture without restraints. Restraints get the little cuntholes into the right positions.
We drove to my house. My house had a cellar from the days when houses had boilers. I pushed the button of the automatic garage door and we pulled into the garage. I closed the automatic garage door. When I stopped I looked around to see Erick open the sliding door. She was exhausted and terrified; she had been broken in a short time. This was going to be tricky because if she made noise we’d be screwed and on our way to Bubba at the Twin Towers for starters.
I got up and kicked her moderately hard in the side then in her other side. She whimpered with each kick. It is hard to give a good kick in the confined space of a van.
I yelled, “Get the fuck out!”
She squirmed in the direction of the door. I kicked her ass squeezing a whine from her. She was moving like a snake toward the door. When she got to the door, I kicked her in the side again so she’d fall out. She fell out with a half roll and a thud on her back. Her eyes were dazed and I stepped right on her cunt. Erick stepped out on her chest forcing the air out of her chest. We didn’t want her to have the slightest chance to run. Erick took out a taser gun to keep her at bay in case she tried anything.
I took a running kick into her ass again and yelled, “You piece of shit, get up!” She rolled around to get up. I reached down and pulled her hair to get her on to her feet. Tears flowed from her eyes. She managed to stand up and I pushed her toward the door that leads into our house. Erick already had the door open. I pushed her in and pulled her to where we were going to fucking totally ruin her life - the basement. We had a large standing tool box, a number of rings on the walls for securing chains, a fully video set up with 4 screens and 5 cameras. We were going to do a good professional job with this fuck hole. We wanted all the moments to last; it was a Kodak moment.
I tripped her and she fell down on her face. I rolled her over and she was totally terrified. She must have been in shock. I ran separate chains through her leg rings and neck rings. I secured each of the leg rings to wall rings on opposite walls. I pulled her right leg ring to the point to where when I pull her left leg ring her legs would be spread at more than a 45 degree angle. I locked her right leg and proceeded to pull the left leg chain to lock it into place on the other side. The chain I had run through her neck collar was locked to another ring. I took the ball gag out, too. There was no need since we were in the basement.
She was breathing a little less heavy. We pulled up folding chairs to look at her. She was a doll. Her tits were bigger than I thought. I could even see her nips. Damn it, what a way to sell flowers and ignite the pedophilic instincts of men.
It was then I realized something. I didn’t have any idea what her name was! For all that time from when we started talking about her to now, she was just a piece of meat we were going to enjoy. She had a fucking name.
“Hey Erick, what is her name?”
“Perra, comó te llama?
“Soy Xiochil Mendez,” she replied with a broken feminine voice I loved.
Xiochil, a fucking Mexican whore; what a little fuck hole.
We rested and slept a little bit. We had finished a shift and had 2 days off. We couldn’t sleep though since the anticipation was so strong. I mean, why masturbate when you have a perfectly good child to torture in your basement.
It was time. I decided to pulverize her cunt with my boot. I strutted down stairs into the basement. The toe of my combat boot caught her directly in the blue jean covered cunt and she howled like an animal. My second boot kick pounded her in the stomach knocking out her breath and cutting off her scream with an “Uuff!”
I released her left arm to grab it by her wrist and I put a boot onto her armpit pulling her arm straight. At this she closed her eyes and let out a couple short piercing screams and then a low wail.
“Oh! Xiochil! You little piece of dogshit! You are about to understand what it means to to fucking suffer!” I yelled into her face. I spat in her face. She sulked with heavy breaths.
I let go to take in how terrified she was. She looked up full of fear. I loved it. It was perfect. I released her other arm and legs then hand cuffed her hands behind her back with my chrome cuffs. She put up no resistance.
We had ran a chain over a sturdy pipe above the basement. Erick lowered it and attached it around her neck and she immediately started to freak out. Just as he got it around her neck, I pulled her up and she was like a bag of whatever the fuck being picked up.
I pulled her up to her tiptoes and let up a little so it was very tight. She couldn’t bend over. I had to hold it; it was the plan. She was uncomfortable with it pulling her so her neck was stretched.
Erick strutted with his escrima sticks. He was accomplished in the use of them. He took classes in escrima before he joined the police because they were like butons except you carried two sticks.
He walked up to her as she looked at him and said, “Hola, mi amor!” He smacked the stick together to make 2 cracks and then we went to work on her.
He took a right back stroke thumbing her left side and then followed up with a left to her right side. She cried and she was staggered by the hits. She couldn’t grab her side and staggered as best as she could with the leash and chain around her neck. She whined and gave out a long sigh. She regained composure then started begging in Spanish for mercy.
Erick smack them together with 2 crack again in front of him, “Ah! Mi amor, voy a darte razon a lloror, perra.” He let loose a torrent of blows onto her torso. The first one was the hardest; he had paused and swung it as hard as he could to connect with the lower part of the side of her right rib cage causing an obvious break. She started to wail and scream but was cut off by the leash starting to choke her as she lost footing. Her legs started to kick to regain a standing position but Erick wasn’t letting her off. The second blow went to her other side, the third to lower rib cage below her solar plexious, the fourth was brought down onto one of her tits, the fifth hit her where she had already broken her ribs compounding the break with a little blood starting to trickle down her side and the final sixth blow got her in her upper arm.
She was flailing and managed to regain her footing. During the whole time except for the first she made no sound except the thrushing of her body as she flailed with the tightly pulled leash cutting her screams off. When she got to her feet, she wailed out crying and screaming with perspiration running down her face. I pulled really hard at this point instantly cutting her off as she was suspended about a foot high off the floor.
She kicked in mid air wiggling like a worm. Her face was covered with perspiration and anxiety. I let go and she collapsed to the floor like the heap of dog shit she was. She huffed and I gave her 10 seconds before I pulled to bring her back to her feet.
I scolded, “Stand the fuck up!” She got it quick and stood up twitching from the broken ribs. She must have been in shock because she now started screaming and balling with her mouth wide open.
As her mouth was opened, Erick jammed one of the stick point first into her throat. Grabbing onto her hair for leverage, Erick forced her to do an “Arff and burf” like bulimiacs do. Xiochil immediately tossed her cookies down her chest and went nausous falling down to let the leash choke her again.
Erick cleaned off his vomit stained escrima stick with her black hair.
Erick dropped an escrima stick and took one in two hands to hit her in the head. The first blow caught her on the cheek immediately opening a blunt gash on the tip of her cheek bone. It stunned her causing only a slight whimper as her eye lids flickered; again, her neck was caught by the leash cutting off any noise too vocal.
She sagged and then he redoubled hitting her. He took it with two hands and smashed it into her stomach. She stiffened and started vomit again. I know she had to have shit herself. The next two blows she took to her rib cage making two popping sounds of her ribs breaking. She suddenly wasn’t stunned and popped back on her feet to scream. Erick pushed back and her neck took the weight again cutting off her scream. The last two handed blows hit her stomach again causing a slight uff sound which was barely audible with her choking from having her neck take her body weight. Her lips moved, her eyes were squeezed shut and her legs kicked up and down. She was like a silent puppet shaken by a puppeteer.
I released the chain and she fell to the ground gasping and coughing. We watched her recover and roll around. I removed her pink panties to look at the shit trickle out of her ass. Blood trickled down her face from the blow to her cheek. Now, she screamed and balled her eyes out. She was freaking out.
Erick yelled, “Stupid fucking whore! Shut the fuck up!” He took a running kick into her teeth shattering her upper plate and the toe of his boot had embedded itself into her mouth. I forced it a few seconds and pulled out. Blood poured our of where her teeth were and she gargled on her blood. Erick’s boot had blood on it.
I slipped off her tube top under her net shirt. She was in absolute terror as she looked up with her large eyes. I looked into them and spat right into them. She didn’t even react; she was in shock. Blood dripped out of the corners of her mouth.
I thought to myself, fuck it has to suck and be 11 years old, 80 lbs. and have a 300 pound deviant beating the shit out of you.
“Oh, you little cunt! Now, it is my turn to have you drink some pain!”
I asked Erick to hand me the safety pins. I was time to give her nips some attention. She didn’t have much for tits but she was off to a good start; maybe, they were a handful for a normal hand. Again, they were good for an 11-year old.
I took the large safety pin and pinched her nip with my one hand. She started to scream the instant as I poked the safety pin right through her nipple. Her blood mixed spittle went everywhere. She started bucking to resist. Luckily, Erick held her shoulder down and I closed the safety pin. She was howling now. I had pinned her shirt to her skin with a safety pin.
After a while she stopped and was breathing heavily; probably she was in shock again. I took out another as Erick held her. She came right to when she realized she was about to get another safety pin through her other tit. She struggled and it pissed me off. I abruptly pulled her up by her hair and swung with my fist directly into her face sending her writhing on the floor. I did a knee drop right onto her chest crushing her chest and it sent her into what must have been a convulsion. She rolled around and blood started to come out of her mouth and nose, too. When I saw her back I noticed two broken ribs had poked through her back. I released the leash on her neck and watched her run around trying to get away from us.
She ran to the door then to the corner balling like baby. She howled, “Ayudame! Auxilio! Están matandome! Por favor, auxilio!” She slipped to fall in her frantic attempt to escape with her back to the wall. She looked up at us with extreme loathing.
Erick said to her in Spanish, “Are you ready to have your other tit pierced then?”
She howled in fear. She was such a little tramp laying there in her blood with her jeans stained by blood with a safety pin in her left nip. Erick moved in quickly pull her down by her hair pushing her down as she struggled again. I thought fuck this and I just started kicking her without abeyance. I kicked her in her stomach. It was easy since she had her hands still handcuffed and her scream switched to a moan with her quick hypervenilations. I kicked her in her bloodied back causing her wounds to reopen and continue to bleed. She let out a wail and blacked out. I seized the moment and jammed the other safety pin through her right nip. It was like baiting a fish hook. I did it so quick only a little bit of blood was released and I closed it. She reacted a little bit and started to recover wailing like a hurt animal in a trap.
Xiochil just rocked side to side wailing and then silent. She didn’t say anything. I think she was completely beside herself. At that moment she started to piss herself. I pool of piss gathered around her as she shivered wailing.
I connected a garden hose to a faucet in the yard and put on a nozzle because I wanted to clean her up for a good fuck. I ran the hose down to the basement. I was a little disappointed because we had just fucked her up massively. I had wanted to give her a good ass fuck but damn it now I had to put my dick into this bloodly pulp named Xiochil.
I hosed her down and she got more reactive. It was impossible to get all the blood off and the wounds on her back still seaped blood. Her little nips were swollen and purple.
I settled for giving her a face fuck. I sat on chest putting my dick into her mouth. I maneuvered her head into place. He eyes her half open; she had given up resisting. I pushed my cock and started thrusting. This restricted her air supply and she had to react. I was already totally experiencing a heat trip with everything else we had done and I came down her throat. She started cough and a mixture of cumm and blood came out her nose. I loved it; it was just like Dr. Pepper’s fizz.
Erick walked up behind her with lubricant on one of his escrima sticks and as soon as I got up he jammed it into her ass. Of course, his goal was to rupture her anus wall and he did this rapidly. We’re talking about an 11year-old here! With his first stroke, she moved around like a worm and he forced it into her for about 20 seconds with two hands. He pulled out and the tip was bloody then blood flewed from her ruptured anus. She passed out after that.
We pulled along the hill side of the freeway and pushed her out. She fucking survived.I checked the blotter at the station and they had in fact found her. They kept it quiet because it was said we were dealing with a serial killer or rapist who prayed on little girls, especially Latinas or “people of color.” They didn’t want to “reward” the killer(s) with publicity. They were right. Erick and I were on the loose and we wanted publicity.
Xiochil never was back selling flowers. I wonder why? The stupid part of it was that she never made the news. The fucking news media would make Madonna’s fake Jewish conversion the headliner and Xiochil wouldn’t get anything for coverage. It takes a white guy killing his wife to make the news. Damn it! It wouldn’t be perfect, but we’d have to settle for less.
We uploaded our cameras into my computer to find we had about 6 hours of material to work with. I made them into 6 volumes with Xiochil’s personal information put into each one. I even got a school picture of hers to put at the beginning as an introduction. I even put a little story of how we did it. I was like the beginning of Star Wars!
I burned 3 DVDs and mailed them to her house with a kind note informing her family that they were already on the internet. Hours later we uploaded them as mpgs onto the internet. One week later, I checked a few P2P services and sure enough her videos were already all over the world. Live that down, whore, I thought to myself. Well, at least, you are still a virgin.
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