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Angels Scream 1-12 -g5-7-8 333kb (ped, rape, abuse, incest)

Alocer Loki


Chapter 1

Angelic!

An angel, there was no other way I could describe her. The way the
intense sunlight glittered off the golden curls and cast its warm rays
over her bare legs. She sat there in the tall grass of the clearing
facing the sun, though her eyes were shaded from the brilliant light by
a straw hat with a blue ribbon tied around it. Her red and white dress
made her stand out like a sore thumb from the green scenery, and the
bright red cardigan she sat on did even more to advertise her presence.
She sat there crossed legged her back against an old log, a tiny pink
bag sat on her left side, it was quite evidently stuffed full. A pink
plastic lunch box sat open on the other side and a half-eaten sandwich
sat on her knee.

A large brown teddy bear and a smaller doll were sat between her legs
and she was playing some game while humming a tune, stopping every so
often to dictate the speech from her toys.

Normally I would have left a child alone, especially THIS child, it was
no secrete that I had an attraction to little girls, something this
village didn't like but hid like an embarrassed secrete. A child
couldn't be five minutes late without me getting a phone call.

I really don't know why I felt so inclined to go and speak to this
five-year-old child. But it was half nine on Monday morning, and she
should have been at school, and I do know all the school time tables, so
I knew it wasn't the holidays. Not to mention that she was in the school
uniform.

I knew her of course, she lived just down the road from me, with her
mother. I'd had a relationship with her mother for the longest time two
years back until the court case had destroyed that along with my other
friendships I had in this village. I was just starting to piece my life
back together and I'd not even been convicted. Since then all the
children avoided me like I was the boggy man, and her mother although
civil hadn't said more than hello since the break-up.

The child's name was Amy although despite the fact I'd lived with her
for most of her life I doubted that she would remember me, or that she
had been told to keep right away, I walked from the trees and entered
the clearing, "Hello Amy," I said.

The girl jumped and her head shot up to stare at me and took on the
mask of fear that I had grown so used to the look a child gives to the
'boggy man'. "I'm not s'pposed to talk to you," she said.

"Why not?" I asked, "I used to live with you remember?"

The girl looked like she was thinking about it and finally gave a
definite nod, "You're Uncle Ian, but the others say you are a bad man."

"What others? Other children? Why have I ever hurt anyone?"

The child shook her head, "I donno they just say so. They make up
stories but I know they aren't true 'cause I remember that you are
nice."

I smiled, she was a sweet kid, and for the first time since the break
up I realized how much I had missed her, and her mother.

"I am nice. Now why aren't you at school?"

The girl turned away and looked down I noticed a bruise on the back of
her neck but I didn't say anything, "I ran away," she said.

I wanted to laugh, this was novel a five year old child had run away
from home, into the wilderness, she'd be back home in time for dinner.
"Why on Earth do you want to do that?" I asked her, I kept a straight
face, I wanted to win her trust.

" 'cause he beat Mummy up and then hit me when I told him to stop." She
said.

Now this was a reason, "Who?" I asked, "Frank?" Frank being her
husband. A right lug more muscle than sense.

The child nodded. She looked a little ashamed, "You
were a nice uncle," she said.

I laughed and sat down next to the girl, "Darlin what are you going to
do? Sleep here tonight?"

Amy shrugged. Then shook her head, tears dripped down her cheeks, "I
donno, I didn't want to go home."

I put my arm around her and Amy turned and hugged me tight burying her
face in my more than slightly oversized stomach and sobbed quietly. I
just held her there until she stopped crying. It took a long time but I
didn't care, I had my own thoughts to contend with. A small innocent
child so close was a little more than I could tolerate without getting
excited, I gently ran my hand across her back. Something in the back of
my head was screaming at me to rape the bitch, kill her, and dump the
body.

Even though the thought was an attractive one, it was one I took little
notice of, besides it would be a little stupid. If that happened here my
house would be the first one the mob with their burning torches would
come to. But neither could I let this drop, I couldn't let this child I
considered my own get beaten but that fuck brain, if anyone was going to
abuse her it would be me.

So I decided that I'd take her to my house and call her mother and see
if I could sort this out, and if necessary get social services involved,
I was pretty sure the bruise I'd seen wasn't the only one. It would be a
lot of hassle I know but I wasn't afraid of Frank, in fact I'd welcome
the chance to get the cunt back after how much he helped the cops to
fuck up my life.

"Listen pet," I said "I'll take you back to my house and you can play
on my computer while I go and have a talk with your mother. Will Frank
be there?"

Amy shook her head, "Don't tell her please. He'll hurt me again if you
do."

"No he won't" I said, "He will not hurt you again and if he even lays a
finger on you or your mother again I want you to come right over and
tell me and I'll hurt him lots."

Little Amy relaxed a bit, and stood up. She picked up her school bag
and shoved the doll in it. She fastened the zip; and threw it over her
shoulder. Taking the Teddy in one hand and her lunch box in the other
she smiled at me, "Okay I'm ready," she said.

Did I tell you how much I wanted to fuck this kid?

I had my car parked only a short walk from the forest, in the car park.
It was empty and there was nobody about. I unlocked the doors and got
in. Amy climbed in the passenger side and slammed the door shut. The car
was brand new but I didn't mind that she took little care around it. I
had a lot of money and nobody other than myself to spend it on. "Don't
forget to do your seat belt up," I reminded her.

The child nodded and clipped the seat belt in place, I did the same, and
then started the car.

The drive back to where I lived only took ten minutes. But we past a
lot of people, and for the first time since I'd brought the car I was
happy that it had blacked out windows. I mean what do you think the
reaction would have been if someone spotted the local paedophile with a
kid in his car?

I parked the car in the garage and made sure the door had shut
completely before I got out of the car. I led Amy from the garage
through the inner door into my living room, which thankfully faced my
garden rather than the road. I grabbed the remote control and switched
the forty-two inch television on. I flicked through a few channels until
I came across a cartoon. I sat down in the armchair and patted my knee.
Amy seemed to understand what I meant and climbed onto my lap and sat
facing the TV.

I gently moved her hair out of the way so I could take a look at the
bruise on her neck. I touched it gently and the child let out a small
moan, "Is this where he hit you?" I asked.

"Ah Huh," said Amy.

"Let me take a look," I said. I just couldn't resist it, and it was
still innocent, I wanted to see what that bastard had done. I reached
around in front of the girl and started to undo the buttons on her
dress. I stopped only when there was enough room for me to pull the back
of her dress, and vest down far enough so I could see the bruise. I
frowned at the large purple blotch just below her neck spreading up onto
her neck. It was quite large. I had to shift so that my rock hard cock
didn't press into the child although it made it rather uncomfortable for
me to sit. "Has he hit you more?"

Amy nodded.

"Show me."

Without a word Amy stood up and pulled the dress over her head. My
chest tightened and I could feel my heart start to beat faster in my
chest. I could feel my hand shaking as she started to pull off her vest.
I clenched them in tight fists. I had gone too far there was no way her
mother would understand this if she found out.

Her beautiful slim body was almost more than I could bear. I sat up
straight in the chair to try and stop my cock pressing so hard into my
trousers and gazed on at her perfectly smooth skin. Her chest was almost
flat only the tiny nipples showed any sign of it being any different
from her back.

Even with this perfect image, of a near naked child in front of me my
gaze was drawn to the single flaw in the five-year-olds skin. A dark
bruise sat just below her ribs, it looked almost as if she'd been
punched.

Slowly the child turned around and I caught my breath. Several dark
bruises sat on her back some looked new and others older. My mind swam
in a muddle of emotions, I didn't know whether to be appalled or turned
on. But in the few moments I stared at the child my mind made up two
decisions.

I was going to get Frank for what he had done to the child whom I'd
raised for two of the first three years of her life. And secondly this
kid was MINE!

I wasn't going to let that bastard Frank have all the fun with this
angel. My blood flowed fast pumped by my pounding heart, and every
thought I had grew darker. I needed to hurt this child, and I was going
to hurt her, and I was going to kill her, because I could.

The question was how was I going to pull it off. I would be the first
person to be labeled suspect at the disappearance of a child,
especially this child, and if the cops didn't get me all my neighbours
would. Running around with burning torches probably. The cops didn't
particularly worry me, I had a place to stash the kid while they
searched my house. But what I was going to do about those bastard
neighbours. Especially since it was the child of my ex-girlfriend, and
it wasn't difficult to label our rather public break-up, as a motive.

I sighed, problems there are always problems and bridges; I would have
to cross that one once I got to it.

I glanced up at the clock, there was a lot to sort out, check, double
check, and clean before Amy would be discovered missing. Still that gave
me plenty of time to abuse the trust of this child, and then to betray
that trust completely.

"Frank is a bad man," I told her, "I bet you didn't do anything wrong
when he hit you all those time did you?"

The child shook her head, "He just hits me. He says a lot of things but
I don't under stand what he means."

"Well not to worry. I've decided that you can't go back to him can you
I mean he might hurt you for trying to run away."

The child went pale, "But what do I do?" she asked.

I smiled, "Well you could stay here. I could get your mummy to come and
see you and you wouldn't have to be hurt by Frank."

The child grinned, "Could I,"

I nodded, "I've got a bedroom for you and everything, and lots and lots
of toys to play with."

"Can I see?"

"Sure come with me," I said. I stood up and took the near naked preteen
by the hand and led her towards the cellar door.

I turned the handle and the door swung open. The child peered into the
darkness and I reached around the corner and flipped the switch. The
light blinked on, and the child gazed down the stairs at the cluttered
cellar. There wasn't anything immediately suspicious or, remotely odd
about my cellar, an adult couldn't find anything wrong at a glance, only
the odd object stored in the boxes were a give away. Amy looked up at
me, "It's the cellar!" she cried, "that's not a bedroom."

"Not the cellar you dopey child," I said, "There is a secrete door in
one of the walls, that's where you'll sleep."

"Oh, really?"

I led Amy down the stairs, and into the cellar, the child looked about
in wonder at the boxes piled high around her. I went to an old book case
sat in the centre of the east most wall. It was completely empty, and
had no space in which to hide anything. I leant against it and shifted
it several feet across the floor. After a while it revealed a small door
in the wall. The door itself was almost the same colour as the wall, but
was quite distinguishable. I pushed the small door and it opened. "Go
in," I said, "There is a light switch on the wall inside." The child
walked through the door into the darkness. I turned around I needed
something in which to store the little bitch once I'd finished with her
for this morning.

My gaze crossed an old travel cage I'd used for my long dead dog, it
was just big enough to hold the tiny five year old. "Hey," Amy cried,
"There isn't a bed in here, where am I s'posed to sleep?"

I chuckled and followed her in carrying the cage, "Of course there
isn't a bed in here. I've not gone to your house to get all of your
things yet have I."

"Oh," said the girl, "So do I get my old bed? But it's a bunk-bed,
Sarah sleeps on the top."

"Sarah?" I asked. I didn't recognize that name.

"Well uncle Frank says she is my sister but she's not properly, she
came to live with us two weeks ago, uncle Frank says that her mummy said
she couldn't live with her anymore so she's come to live with us."

So Frank had a child of his own, that would explain his latent abuse of
this child, no need to care for someone else's slut when you had to care
for your own. "Right, so how old is Sarah?" I asked.

"Eight," said Amy.

I shrugged it didn't matter anyway, "Okay Amy I need you to take off
your knickers now."

The girl frowned, "Why?" she asked.

I gave her a reassuring smile, "It's okay, if your going to live with
me I have to own all of your body?"

"How do you mean?" asked the gorgeous little creature.

"Well kind of like how you own a dog or a cat," I said.

Amy laughed, "You mean I'm going to be your pet."

"Yeah, that's right. Wow you are really smart," I said, "Come on now
take off your knickers, and I'll let you do something really naughty."

Amy grinned, and slipped out of her knickers, she continued to grin as
she stood in front of me completely naked, her hands were at her sides
and her legs pressed tightly together, but it still gave me a great view
of her tiny hairless slit. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to
explode. I widened my smile, "Come here pet," I said.

Amy giggled and walked towards me. I crouched down in front of her and
placed my hand on her flat chest. I slowly moved my fingers down over
her smooth stomach, and over her bald cunt. "Mummy says that touching
that is naughty," the girl said.

"I said I was going to let you do lots of naughty things didn't I? Come
on honey spread your legs a little."

Amy giggled again and did as she was told. I reached between those legs
gently inserted a finger into her tiny tight cunt. Amy moaned and
shifted from foot to foot. "Does that hurt?" I asked.

Amy shook her head.

"Just a little uncomfortable?"

Amy nodded, "Yes uncle Ian." She said.

I pulled my finger out and put it between my lips, not much of a taste
on her but I didn't care. "Now darling do you know what a willy is?"

Amy nodded.

"Have you ever seen one?" I asked.

Amy nibbled on her top lip.

"Its okay I'm not going to tell you off or anything."

Amy gave a shy smile, "Tommy showed me his once." She said.

Tommy? I guessed she must mean Thomas Farce, he was a little boy about
the same age as Amy, he lived only two doors down from myself.

"Ah well, I have a willy as well and its much bigger than Tommy's, do
you know what big girls do with willies?"

Amy shook her head.

"They put them in their mouths to suck on them."

"Yuck," said Amy, "Isn't that where boys wee from?"

I smiled at Amy, "Yes it is. It might be yucky but big girls enjoy
doing it because its really naughty. Do you want to be a big girl for
me?"

"You want me to suck your willy?" she asked.

I was getting a little tired of this game, what I really wanted to do
was to jump on the little bitch and just fuck her, but I have more
constraint than that, and hurting her would come a little later. I stood
up and reached down to unzipped my trousers. I pulled my cock through
the hole. It was as hard as fucking rock. Amy just started at it, "Wow,"
she murmured, "It is REALLY big. Tommy's was really tiny."

It wasn't all that big in all honesty but I suppose to a tiny
five-year-old child it would seem massive. I smiled at her, "Show me
you're a big girl and lick it, and put it in your mouth. Like you were
sucking a lollypop."

Amy seemed a little unsure. She leant forwards and extended her tongue,
and gave my gland the tinniest lick. Satisfied it wasn't going to taste
really horrible, she gave me a longer lick. My cock twitched, I
chuckled, "He likes you."

Amy looked up at me, she looked a little confused, but she just put her
head back down and gave me another longer lick. She opened her mouth
wide and took the head inside. I gasped as she started to suck on it,
shit her mouth was a tease. "That's right baby," I breathed, "Now move
your head back and forth. Yep like that." Shit she was a good
cocksucker. It only took a matter of minutes before my cock jerked in
her mouth. Amy gave a little yelp and jumped back, getting a face full
of cum in the process. She pulled a face and spat out the cum that had
sprayed in her mouth.

"No baby, big girls eat all of that stuff. Its good for you." I tried.

"Its yucky. Its like snot." Moaned Amy, "I don't want to eat it."

I opened my mouth to try something else but a single thought crossed my
mind and I closed it again.

Oh fuck it.

I was over and done with the niceties. This little slut would now learn
her real place. My hand shot out and struck Amy across the left cheek.
The child fell over on her bum and started at me. Her lips were
trembling and her eyes filled with tears. "I said eat it all." I told
her calmly.

Her face crumpled up, and she started to whine and cry. Fuck was it a
turn on. I stared at her, and said, "Now unless you want me to hit you
again you will wipe up all of my cum. That is what it is called. From
your face your chest and the floor and put it in your mouth to swallow."

Amy just stared at me, sobbing loudly, I took a step forwards and she
shrank away from me. I leant down and grabbed her by those beautiful
golden locks, and dragged her to her feet. I lifted her to the tips of
my toes and leant close to her face. "Can you hear me?" I asked.

Amy tried to nod, but discovering she couldn't she moaned, "Yes, please
put me down. I'll eat it."

I was hard again, I slapped her across the face again, her body shook
with the blow, "Now you had better eat it all or I will have to punish
you." I let go of the pre-teen girl and she crumpled to the floor.

Amy slowly sat up, still crying loudly she used her fingers to wipe my
goo from her face, she put it in her mouth, with an extra whine to prove
she didn't like the taste. "The floor as well."

She crawled to where she'd spat out my cum and scraped it up with her
fingers. She sucked on them, and stared at me. I really wanted to fuck
this child now, but I've got a little more self-control than that.
Besides she'd missed some of my cum. "I want you to lick my floor
clean."

Amy just started at me, I jabbed her in the side with my foot not hard,
but enough to leave to get a whine. Amy leant over to put her lips to
the floor. I guessed it was the shock of what was happening that made
her so compliant.

I took the time to calm myself down. If I got carried away I'd kill the
bitch, and even though I did want to kill her, I didn't want to kill her
five minutes after I got my hands on her. No I wanted her to suffer
first.

"You said you would be nice!" the girl moaned.

I grinned at her, "I fucking lied slut. You should have listened to
your friends. I'm a bad man and bad men lie. Now I want you to suck my
willy again."

"NO!" screamed Amy, "I want to go home I want my mummy."

I moved forwards and Amy squealed and scurried out of my grasp into the
empty room. She huddled in the corner hugging her knees crying softly.
As I approached she tried to shrink further into the corner. I grabbed a
handful of hair and dragged her from the room and back into the cellar.
"You are a bad slut." I told her, "I am your owner and you are my pet.
And when pets do bad things they get punished. My pets get punished
bad."

"No please don't hurt me!" cried Amy.

"It's too late you should have sucked on my willy like a good pet."

"I'll suck on it please don't hurt me!"

"I said it is too late. I think because this is your first punishment
I'll only whip you with my belt."

"Oh please don't hurt me."

The little bitch tried to pull away and I was forced to pick her up.
Her tiny body fought me with all of her strength. I slapped her across
her legs, "Stay still!" I shouted at her.

The child froze and just cried in my arms, I sighed and sat her on a
large box. "You will stay there okay!" I said in my best no nonsense
voice.

The terrified little girl just nodded.

I quickly looked around for something I could use to tie the child down
with and came across an old washing line. I grabbed it and used the
penknife on my key ring to cut a three-foot length. I knelt in front of
the crying child, "Now will you be a good girl?"

The child nodded.

"No if you promise to play a little game with me I won't punish you
okay, once we've played it then you can go home."

Amy looked at me with suspicious eyes, "Okay, if you don't hurt me
again," she said.

I smiled at the dopey slut and said, "We're going to play the princess
and the troll, you can be the beautiful princess okay?"

The child wiped her eyes and smiled at me. One good thing about
children from a paedophile point of view is that they are stupid,
gullible and far too forgiving.

"Okay now me the big bad troll has kidnapped you okay and I've got to
tie you up, then we can get someone to come and save you."

The child nodded and I started to wrap the washing line around her
ankles, "Ow!" she moaned, "That hurts."

"It has to be tight so that you can't get away," I said as I tied it
off.

I took the rest of the line and said, "Now hold out your hands and make
sure they are together."

Again the child did as she was told without question and I tightly
bound her wrists together, "Who is going to save me?" she asked.

"I'll get Tommy to play the prince yes. Then you can kiss him and suck
his willy like a big girl." the girl frowned, and I went back to where
she had dropped her small knickers, "Now darling I need to gag you like
in cartoons yes."

The child nodded, I glanced around again and found an old rag, it was
filthy but I didn't particularly care, "Now pet open your mouth really
wide."

The little child did as she was told and opened her mouth and I pushed
her knickers inside and used the rag to tie them in place. Now all I
needed was a place to hang her while I gave her a whipping. I glanced up
at the ceiling and smiled, the waste pipe crossed the room, and should
be plenty strong enough to support a forty-pound child. I took the rest
of the washing line and threw it over the pipe then tied one end to
Amy's wrists, "Now stand up honey I've got to tie you up here okay."

The child stood up, I lifted her and stood her on a box and pulled the
line until she was stood on tip tie. I tied off the line to the pipe and
smiled at her, "You really are stupid aren't you. I told you I am a bad
man and bad men lie. You are going to be punished real bad for
disobeying me and then real bad for being such a stupid slut."

The child screamed but I barely heard it because of the gag, she
couldn't move from where she was so I pulled off my belt and doubled it
over and walked around the tiny girl wondering where I should hit her
first. My heart was in my mouth and my cock stood proudly pointing
towards my new toy. I decided I'd hit her ass first. I pulled my arm
back and brought the belt forwards as hard as I could. It hit her ass
with a loud snap and a muffled scream. The child tried to move but only
exceeded in falling over her legs dragged and dropped form the box. She
screamed as the washing line bit into her wrists. I kicked the box away
and watched the sweet girl struggle trying to get a foothold of thin
air.

I hit her again, then again. Landing blows wherever I could, on her
ass, her stomach her chest, her little baby hairless cunt. It didn't
matter where or how hard I hit her. This bitch would hurt. I toyed with
her for nearly half an hour just hitting her with my belt, calling her a
slut and a whore.

Until finally from exhaustion and pain the child fainted. I took her
down and looked on her unconscious form. I grinned at what I had done
the nasty red welts that I had brought up on her smooth soft skin, my
hand started to rub my cock, I was in such a state that it only took a
few strokes to get me off. I sprayed my sperm over her angelic face.

I picked up the dog travel cage and took it into the child's 'bedroom'
and sat it in the corner then returned to collect Amy. I carried the
tiny unconscious form into her room opened the cage and put her inside.
There was plenty of room as long as she didn't want to move. I smiled
again and left her there.

I went back up stairs and searched for everything that might connect me
to the child. I checked around to make sure she hadn't left any hair or
something that might link me. I put her clothes, hat, bag, lunch box, and
toys into her room with her and then went to wash my car.


Chapter 2

The doorbell woke me. It rang repeatedly in my head and I shifted in
the armchair and rubbed my eyes, I must have dozed off. I glanced up at
the clock on the wall. I glanced up at the clock on the wall and yawned.
It was nearly half eight, Amy would definitely be missed by now. I
slowly got to my feet and rubbed my aching neck.

The bell rang again in fact that was probably the search party, or the
police now, "Alright I'm coming," I muttered.

I walked out into the hallway and to the front door, I turned the lock
and pulled it open. I looked, blinked, and looked again, it was Amy's
mother, the brunette looked nothing like her daughter, her long dark
hair hung loose around her shoulders. The curls were something new a
perm or something I guessed. The way she stared at me, it made me feel
that she knew I had Amy, the red rings that circled her eyes were a
clear sign that she had been crying. "Elaine," I said, "what's wrong?"

She just stared at me silently for what seemed like forever, my heart
thumped so hard in my chest I could have sworn she must have heard it.
Fresh tears started to drip from her eyes and finally, "She's gone," she
whimpered, "He hit her and she ran away."

"Who?" I asked, I gave an internal sigh of relief.

"Amy," sobbed Elaine.

"But she's only five," I said, "How could she run away?"

Elaine shook her head, "I don't know," she mumbled, "But she did she
even left a note, saying bye bye mummy."

Elaine choked and her hands came up and covered her face I wanted to
reach forwards and comfort her, but I didn't. This is all I needed at
the moment, I had to get her away, "I've not seen her," I said.

"I know," murmured Elaine, "The police are looking for her, but I'm so
worried, and..."

"What is it?" I urged.

"I need a place to stay Ian, I can't go back to that bastard."

I hesitated, as much as I wanted to help her, I couldn't bring myself
to let her jeopardize my plans for her daughter. "I..." I began.

Elaine nodded, "It's okay Ian I understand," she mumbled, "I should go
home anyway in case she comes back."

"That's probably for the best," I said.

"Yes, do me a favour Ian," she said.

"Sure."

"Come by in the morning, have a word with Frank please," she said.

I nodded, "Sure hon," I said, "But it has been a few years since he's
listened to me."

"You used to be friends, try."

"I will," I said.

"Why did we break up?" she then asked.

That one took me off guard, "Because you thought I was molesting Amy,"
I said putting a hint of bitterness in the tone.

Elaine was silent for what must have been a minute, "I am sorry Ian, I
know you didn't do it. Just with everything that was happening it was
just so easy to get an idea put into your head, I made a mistake."

Actually I had been molesting Amy but that was beside the point, well
I'd stopped a little while before the trial anyway, "It's okay I
understand," I said.

"I'd better go," she said without another word turned left and walked
down the street.

I stood watching her go when a police car pulled up outside. I smiled
as one of the two men got out and approached me, "Hi Carl," I said,
"Here to collect Amy I take it?"

The tall policeman tipped his hat and said, "And what do you know about
Amy?" he asked.

"Well a little birdie told me she ran off this morning," I said.

"Will you stop fucking me about Ian and tell me what you know," said
Carl.

I pointed down the road towards Elaine she was still in quite plain
view walking away from me, "You see that lovely woman. Now how did I
know when little Emma Finch went missing."

Carl sighed, "That's Elaine Ellis I take it," he mumbled.

I smiled and nodded, "Goodbye Carl," I said.

"Look Ian, sorry to keep coming over like this, orders, you
understand," said Carl.

"You say that every time. But every time you think I've got them," I
said.

"Bye," the man turned around and made his way back to his car.

I yawned and turned to go back inside. I was hungry, I'd do myself some
dinner, and Amy something as well. Then I could have some fun.





What do you feed a five-year-old slave slut? I like my toys to have
some kick in them so you've got to feed them something, or she'd be too
weak to be any fun. It just seemed that the burger and chips I'd cooked
up for my little slut was too good for her. Well I suppose it didn't
matter, I'd think of something more appropriate in the morning. I took
the food and locked myself into the cellar, and headed down the stairs.
I put her food onto one of the boxes and went to the wall to uncover her
door. I'd have to clear this place out a little. Give me a little more
space in which to play with Amy. The cellar was effectively soundproof,
even if you were stood just outside the door it was unlikely that you'd
hear anything coming from down here.

I opened the door into Amy's room, now this place was one hundred
percent sound proof, but really too small to be of any use.

I walked over to the small cage and looked down on my little girl. She
was asleep curled up tied hand and foot with the filthy gag holding her
baby knickers inside her mouth. The mere sight of it was enough to make
me hard.

I kicked the side of the cage and my little angel jerked awake. She
tried to move but there was only enough room for her to raise her head
to look at me. Tears welled in her big blue eyes and she moaned into her
gag.

I smiled and crouched down in front of her, "I've just spoken to your
mummy," I said, "She said that I'm allowed to keep you forever and
ever."

Amy shook her head.

I shrugged and unfastened the catch on the side of the cage and pulled
the little girl out.

I sat down on the floor and laid the little child across my lap so as
she was facing towards the ceiling. I place my hands on her small firm
stomach and she started to squirm. I frowned and reached down and
slapped her across the face, "Be still," I snapped at her.

The child whined quietly but stayed still. I smiled and place my
fingers on one of the few welts still present on her body from her
whipping. I ran my fingers gently along it to where it crossed her belly
button. As I pushed my finger inside her little naval I got a little
giggle, she must be ticklish.

I continued to touch my little toy. I ran my hands up over her chest
and then across her neck and to her face. Gently I wiped away her tears
and lent down to give her a soft kiss on her forehead. Some of the fear
had gone from the little ones eyes but they still glared accusingly at
me. I drew my fingers down from her face and back to her chest. With one
finger from each hand I slowly circled her small pink nipples. Then
taking them in my fingers I started to gently pull and squeeze on them.

Letting her nipples go I made my way down towards her smooth hairless
snatch. I gently drew my finger down her small slit and eased it between
her closed thighs. Amy shifted a little and parted her legs a little.
The best she could with her ankles bound I supposed. This child at least
remembered something from the times I molested her. I never hurt her
during those times, I always regretted that, in the same way I regretted
never fucking this little slut. I pushed a finger inside her little cunt
and pressed it up against her hymen, glad to find that nobody had done
the honours for me.

My other hand moved underneath her to grope her big baby bum. I
squeezed on it and then worked my fingers between her cheeks searching
out her ass hole. I finally found it and started to push my finger
inside. Amy whined loudly and her bottom half moved trying to get away
from the pain in her ass, "I said don't move," I snapped.

Amy froze, tears coming to her eyes again.

"If you disobey me again I'll have to punish you," I said.

Amy whined into her gag.

My stiff cock pressed against her back and I had one finger inside her
pussy the other working its way inside her ass hole. I continued pushing
my finger inside her little bum hole. Amy whined and groaned and as I
forced deeper she shifted again, I smiled at her, a cruel smile if such
a thing exists. Amy seemed to sense my mood and her head shook from side
to side, I nodded, "You've been a bad girl and I'm going to have to
punish you again."

Amy moaned.

I pulled my fingers from inside her and untied her gag, I wanted to
hear this child beg, then I wanted to hear her scream. She spat out her
knickers and didn't disappoint me, "Please Uncle Ian, I want go home.
Please don't punish me it hurt," she moaned.

"You can't go home," I said, "Your mummy said I have to keep you
forever."

"You're a liar!" cried Amy.

"Now," I said, "That isn't a very nice thing to say. I'm going to have
to punish you for that as well now."

"But you said..." started Amy.

"It doesn't matter what I said you are my slave slut and you are not
allowed to say bad things about me."

"No!" cried Amy and she started to squirm on my lap again.

Watching her wriggle was actually quite satisfying, but it was also
another excuse to hurt her, not that I really needed much of an excuse,
"And you moved again," I said, "You really are a bad little slut, I'm
going punish you three times now."

"I'll be good," whined Amy, "Please don't hurt me I'll be good."

I never did understand why children tried that one. Or for that matter
why their parents so often gave into it. Still there was nothing short
of death could have stopped me hurting this child now. "It's too late
hon," I said, "You should have been good in the first place."

"PLEASE!" urged the child.

I laughed, "No baby slut, your getting your punishments and that is
it."

"PLEEEAAASSSE!" she tried again.

I shook my head I really was enjoying this, "No darlin," I said, "I'm
going to beat your big fat bum until its all red and hurting."

"NO Please uncle Ian I'll be good I promise, I'll suck your willy
please!"

Now that was a first, a little child offering a sexual favour to get
her off the hook, "I said no."

"It's not fair," she cried.

"I know that but you are still going to be punished, and after I have
smacked your bum I am going to push my willy inside it. How much bigger
is my willy than my finger? Think how much more it will hurt."

The little girl seemed to understand, and amidst her tears she tried
again, "PLEASE uncle Ian don't push anything inside my bum it hurts,
don't hit me I'll be good honest."

I stood up picking my little slut up with my, I hugged her small body
tight just savouring the moment, I pressed my mouth to hers kissed her
pushing my tongue against her lips, "If you don't want another
punishment I suggest you open your mouth," I said.

The little whore opened her lips and I slipped my tongue inside. Using
one arm to hold her I slid the other down over her bum and squeezed the
globes of flesh. I was going to enjoy this. With my tongue still inside
her mouth I carried Amy into the cellar. I pulled my tongue out and sat
Amy on the box next to her dinner. The child looked down on the food and
licked her lips, she looked up at me, "Please can I have some food?" she
asked.

"Yep," I said, "Just as soon as I have given you your punishment."

Her lower jaw started to shudder and her head dropped forwards and she
started to sob loudly. I started to look through some of my boxes, I
knew I had something around there I could use to hit the girl. I found
it in the form of an extremely old Table Tennis paddle. This thing must
have been at least a decade old. Still it was in good order and would
hurt her lovely bum. It would have been better if I had something to
drill some holes in it with, but I couldn't be bothered to do that at
the moment I was impatient to hurt my little angel.

I showed the paddle to Amy and said, "This is what I'm going to use on
your bum," I said, "It will hurt lots I promise."

"NO!" screamed the child, "I won't be bad again."

"And if you are I'll punish you again, but you've got to get your
punishments for all the things you've already done."

"One more chance!" sobbed the child.

Jesus this child was long winded, I set the paddle down on one of the
boxes and went to Amy. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her and
carried her to where I'd left the paddle. I sat on the box, and
positioned her over my knee. Still the little slut tried again, "Please
don't ple-iiieeee," she broke off in a scream.

I sighed that was better and hit her a second time. You'd think after
the whipping I'd given her earlier that a little spanking would be like
a welcomed break, but the fucking fuss this child made as I paddled her
ass was unbelievable. I didn't want to tell Amy this, I wanted it to be
a surprise, but the paddle was just to warm her ass up for the caning
she was going to get before I raped her, but my cock was annoying me now
and I desperately needed to cum, which is why I was going to bugger her
first.

I put the paddle down only when my arm became too tired to deliver a
decent blow. Amy had stopped screaming but was just crying in a long
loud whine, her ass had turned a delightful red-purple colour and there
would definitely be some bruising. Quite painful for her to sit down I
should think. Great. I really needed to give myself some relief now.

I picked up the child and stood her on the floor, I lent her over the
box in her state Amy just stayed in the position I put her. I started to
squeeze her bum getting no few loud whines from the little slut. I
pressed my finger against her ass hole and pushed it in, "OWW!" cried
little Amy. Her bum wriggled and I pushed deeper, "No more!" she cried.

Then I remembered, "Shit," I muttered to myself, I'd forgotten the
lubricant.

I had some Vaseline in the bathroom cabinet but that meant going to the
bathroom, "If you move from this spot and I'll punish you again," I told
her and left the room to go get the Vaseline.

When I got back into the cellar Amy was still stood bent over the box
like I'd left her, but I guess with her legs tied she wouldn't have got
very far if she had tried. "You're a good girl," I told her.

"Are you going to still punish me more?" she asked hopefully.

"Oh yes," I said, "You can't delete punishments, just prevent yourself
from earning more." Well actually she couldn't do that either, but she
was my ignorant little slave slut she didn't need to know that.

Amy whined, "Please no more," she whimpered.

I approached her and gave her bum a squeeze getting a yelp from my
angel slut. I reached down to her feet and untied them, "Don't you even
think about trying to run from me," I told her, "I want you to spread
your legs," Amy sniffed and did as she was told.

I unscrewed the top from the tub of Vaseline, and dipped my finger
inside it. Using one hand I pulled one of her ass cheeks to get a look
at her small ass hole. I pressed my finger against the little hole and
started to work the Vaseline into it. The child groaned as I
finger-fucked her bum. "There," I said, "It's not so bad is it."

"No," sobbed Amy.

"Well you wait until I fuck it," I laughed, "Cause it's gonna hurt like
hell."

"I don't want you to!" she cried.

I smiled, "What don't you want me to do?" I asked.

"No you'll punish me if I say it. It's a bad word."

I laughed, "Don't worry pet, I want you to say it I won't punish you."

"Your lying," cried Amy.

"Now you little slut," I growled, "What have I told you about calling
me a liar."

"SORRY!" screamed Amy, she tired to get up but I put a hand on her back
keeping her firmly in place.

"Now say it," I said, "What don't you want me to do."

"I-I don't want you to she paused, "fuck my bum."

"Well tough luck gal cause I'm gonna," I laughed.

I rubbed Vaseline on my cock and looked at the little slut, she was a
little low down for me to get into her comfortably. "Amy I want you to
walk to the stairs okay?"

The little girl stood up and looked at me and cautiously walked towards
the sitars stopping at the bottom. "Get on the bottom step and bend
over," I told her.

Amy put her thumb in her mouth and walked up the first step. I saw he
look up at the closed door but rather than chance another punishment the
angel leant over, she even spread her legs for me. That was much better.
I rested one hand on her waist and used the other to get the head of my
cock resting against her tiny brown hole. As I pushed the child
screamed. She tried to stand up but I grabbed her by the waist with both
hands and forced inside. My head popped in though with some effort, but
finally I was inside my little slut. I started to fuck her ass slowly,
the Vasline was soon added to by blood and my forceful buggery of this
child got easier with each stroke. I knew better than to pound her ass
as hard as I could but that didn't stop me from picking up speed
encouraged by the cries and screams I brought from Amy's lips. I was
extremely worked up by now and it took only a few strokes before I
blasted her with cum up the ass. I gasped and grunted and my legs almost
gave way. I kept my cock inside her until it went flaccid.

I took it out from the child's bum and smiled, as I watched blood and
cum dribble from her tiny, if now gaping, ass hole.

I reached down and picked the crying girl up. I turned her around so
she was facing me and hugged her, "There, there," I said, "It's all done
now."

All I got was a choked sob in response.

I looked into her crumpled up face and smiled. I stuck my tongue out
and started to work it between her lips. My little slut obediently
opened her mouth for me to get inside and I stood searching her mouth
for a few minutes. Finally I took my tongue back out and said, "How
about something to eat?"

Little Amy sniffed, "Yes please," she squeaked.

I carried my angel across to the box and sat her down. She let out a
little yelp as her sore bruised backside pressed down against the hard
wood but one look from me was enough to stop her from trying to get up.
I smiled and picked up a chip with my fingers and held it to her mouth,
Amy glanced up at me then opened her mouth to take a bite.

"I can do it," she said once she swallowed.

"Yep I know, but that means I'll have to untie your hands, and then tie
them when I continue your punishments." I tore off some burger and held
it up for her.

Amy took it into her mouth and started to chew. I fed her all of like
that food like that, it took a little while but I didn't care, I needed
my cock to get back to life anyway.

Once she had cleared all of her dinner away I smiled at her and said,
"Okay ready for your second punishment?"

"Hey!" cried Amy, "I can count you know?"

"I didn't say you couldn't," I said.

"I've had two!" she said.

"And what were they?" I asked.

"You smacked me with the bat and..."

"Go on baby slut say it," I said.

"And you fucked my bum," she whispered.

"Now you see you are only half right. Only the spanking was a
punishment. A fucking is never a punishment okay. I am going to hit your
bum with a stick then fuck you here," I tapped her between the legs,
"Then hit you some more for your third punishment and then fuck you in
the mouth."

"No please don't," begged Amy.

I put my arm around the little girl and pulled her into me and hugged
her, "I can't stop now you've not learned your lesson."

"Yes I have," sobbed Amy.

"So what is the lesson?"

"Do what you say and don't call you names," moaned Amy.

"Well there is a third lesson, if I tell you I am going to do something
I am going to do it, and no matter what you say or do I am still gonna
do it."

Amy started to struggle in my embrace but I kept a firm hold of her,
"Now darling, don't try and get away or I'll have to punish you a fourth
time."

Amy stopped struggling and broke into a series of sobs. I hugged her
tighter, and said, "Right you ready for your caning."

"No!" spat Amy.

"Oh too bad," I sighed, and stood up picking her up with me. I put
little Amy onto the floor and forced her to lie across one of the boxes,
"Now fuck baby I don't want you to move okay?" I said

"Ah huh," replied Amy.

I left her there and walked around the back of the box where I had
stored various pieces of wood from when I'd stripped out the living
room. I found a thin stick about ten feet in length an inch wide and
about quarter of an inch thick. I snapped a good three-foot from it and
went back to Amy. I stood the end on the box so that Amy could see it,
"Oh PLEASE Uncle Ian don't hit me with that," she sobbed.

I smiled and lifted the stick and rested it on the baby girl's already
deeply bruised ass. I saw her lovely bum tense as she awaited the first
blow. Not to disappoint I pulled the stick up. It whistled down and
struck with a satisfying snap. Amy yelled and tried to get away. I
reached down with my left hand and put it on her bound hands and pushed
her into the box. The little child's legs flapped though it wasn't
getting her anywhere. Still holding her down I hit her again.

I shivered and grinned, this felt SO good. I hit the screaming child
again. Her little form was squirming trying to get away from the source
of pain but I held her fast and hit her again. It was like my arm was on
a piston I just kept hitting her the louder the screams the better.

It was my cock that got the better of me in the end. I was just so
worked up. After what must have been at least forty strikes of the stick
I needed relief. I dropped the cane and grabbed the child from the box.

All the fight had long gone out of her and I held her close as she
sobbed pitifully in my arms, "I'm going to fuck you in the cunt now," I
said into her ear.

The only reaction I got was a slightly louder sob. I smiled and put the
girl back onto the box facing up this time. I went back to the foot of
the stairs and collected the pot of Vaseline. I went back to the little
slut and spread a good dollop around and into the tiny hole, it would be
a fight to get into this one.

I wiped some more Vaseline onto my cock and pressed the head against
her little hole. With some effort I pushed the head inside and pressed
it against her hymen. I reached down and took her face in my hand and
turned it so I could see her, "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"No," moaned the little girl.

"Yes you do," I told her, "You will ask me to fuck you."

"No," she said again.

"Oh well," I mumbled, she'd learn, and I needed a fuck.

I started to push against her hymen wanting to make this moment last as
long as possible. Slowly it gave way and my baby angel screamed finding
renewed energy from somewhere she started to squirm. I pressed in
further, I didn't want to damage her too much yet so I refrained from
trying to force my whole cock inside her. Blood seeped from her cunt and
I pulled out a little to see my cock had been smeared with a liberal
amount of it. I smiled and pushed back in.

The going was slow but heavenly nonetheless. This had to be the best
fuck I'd ever had. I started to build up speed pleased to hear the
desperation of her screams increase as well. The look of agony sculpted
into the little girls face was getting me off already, and it wasn't
long before my cock jerked and filled her baby cunt with globs of hot
sticky cum.

I leant over and kissed the sobbing child on the mouth pushing my
tongue inside once more. She didn't take much notice of me and I pulled
out and frowned. I'd give her a couple of hours before I finished her
punishments.

I climbed off of her and walked around the box and used some of that
lovely golden hair to clean my cock and draped it over her face. I
retrieved the washing line and used it to bind her feet again.

I retrieved her knickers and the dirty rag and reapplied the gag. The
child didn't make any kind of move while I did this. I guess she was
just too tired from all the pain and exertion. I picked her up and
carried the moaning and crying girl into her bedroom and put her away. I
switched off the light as I left and closed the door and pushed the
bookcase back against the wall.



Chapter 3

Amy was again fast asleep when I went back to her. Not surprising after
the day she'd just endured, not to mention that it was nearly three in
the morning. My mind was clouded with whisky though I wasn't drunk, well
not quite. She lay there in that perfect serene state curled up in her
little cage. I smiled down at the tiny girl, "WAKE UP!" I shouted.

The little slut jerked awake, her head came up and her terrified blue
eyes locked onto me, I smiled, "You feeling okay?" I asked.

The child shook her head.

I smiled and crouched down to open the cage. I lifted her out and stood
her up. Quickly I untied her and took her gag from her mouth, "What's
wrong lover?" he asked.

"You're going to hurt me more," squeaked Amy.

I frowned, "It's only because you were bad," I told her, I could barely
suppress a smile, I couldn't even remember what she had done for it. It
didn't matter anyway, "It's only one more, and then if you're a good
girl from now on you won't ever have to be punished again."

Amy nodded, "I'll be good," she promised, "Please don't hit me more."

I put my arm around my little whore and pulled her tight to me to give
her a hug. Much to my surprise she put her arms around my neck to hug me
back. I smiled and lifted the girl up. "Oh honey, you know I don't want
to hit you, but I have to so that you learn your lesson," I said, "Oh
you are so beautiful, give me a kiss."

The child let out a little moan but leant forwards and gave me a peck
on the lips, "I have learned my lesson promise," she tried.

"I have to punish you."

"You smell like Uncle Frank when he hits mummy," whispered the girl.

Now that was an insult, I smiled, this girl was rather perceptive for a
stupid gullible child, "Now darling," I said, "I have NEVER hit your
mummy." Mores the pity, I didn't think she was the type to put up with
that type of latent abuse so I'd never tried it. Shows how wrong I was.

"Okay," said Amy, "But you hit me."

"Only because you were really bad. Now darling aren't you going to give
me a proper kiss?" I asked.

"How?" asked Amy.

"Open your mouth and do what I do," I said.

Amy opened her mouth about an inch. I smiled and leant forwards,
opening my own mouth I pressed it over hers and slipped my tongue
inside. Amy giggled and started to mimic my own movements with her
tongue. God was this little gem turning me on. I didn't know how much
longer I could go without hurting her. Not that I was putting up much of
a fight against the urge to hurt her. I mean that was what she was here
for.

I couldn't resist it. I pulled my mouth from hers and gave her my best
sorry look, "Oh I'm going to have to punish you now," I said.

Amy nodded, she took a hand from around my neck to wipe away her tears,
"Please," she whispered, "I'll be good honest."

"Now I told you before, honey, you can't delete punishments. I have to
give it to you now I said it," I said.

I carried the now sobbing child across into the cellar and sat her on a
box. She gave a little jump as her bruised ass pressed against the wood.
"I tell you what," I said, "I'll eat your fanny if you are good and take
it like a big girl for me."

Amy looked at me like I was mad.

She then looked down between her legs then back up at me, "W-will it
hurt?" she asked.

I smiled, "Sorry honey, I confused you," I said, "It means I am going
to lick you there." I slowly rubbed my hand over her cunt.

"Oh," she said, "Just lick?"

I nodded.

"Why?" she asked.

"It will make you feel good. Why do you think I like to have my cock
sucked? Its also why I like putting it into you. That will also make you
feel good in a little while, but we've got to stretch you out a little
first."

Amy nodded, "That hurt," she told me.

"Yes but in a little while it wont any more. Because it will become all
big inside you and let me fuck you real hard and it will be good for you
too," I said.

I still hadn't decided whether she'd live long enough to start to
really enjoy sex, I was in no hurry to kill her, and why shouldn't I let
her have a few moments of pleasure? It would make her learn faster if
she thought that it would be good to please me. Of course the hard part
in all of this was the fact to please me would mean the little bitch
needed to go through a LOT of pain.

"But you don't have to hit me." Said Amy.

I nodded, god I wish she's just accept the fact she was going to get
it. No I didn't. This was half the fun. "Yes I do honey. Do you know
what as well, I like hitting you," I told her.

The look on her face was nothing short of comical, "Why?" she asked.

"Cause I do," I said, "so it's good, that I hurt you because it makes
me happy."

Amy shook her head, "That's not nice," she said, "Mummy says that you
shouldn't ever hurt someone on purpose."

"Does your mummy smack your bum?" I asked.

Amy nodded.

"Then your mummy is a lire isn't she. She hurts you on purpose,"

Amy shook her head, she was too young to figure any of this out, "Now
honey, I think your bum has had all it can take, for one day, so instead
I'm going to hit you between your legs." Hell why not, she was my slut,
I've always wanted to whip a child's cunt.

Amy looked down at her cunt again she slowly put her hand on it and
looked up at me as if she expected me to shout at her for it, "Will it
hurt?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I told her, "Even more than it does on your bum."

"Then don't," she said.

"Now do you want the best feeling in the world after I finished hitting
you. Will you be a good girl and let me tie you up."

Amy looked around, there was of course nothing else she could do, I
just wanted to see how easy she was. Started to shake her head, "But I
don't want to be hit."

"Yes but you WERE a bad girl and I have to do it. I don't want to
honey."

"But you just said you liked doing it," moaned Amy.

I frowned, "Are you calling me a lire?" I asked.

"No," said Amy quickly.

"Yes you were," I said.

"No I wasn't," moaned Amy.

"You just did it again," I said in a louder voice.

"No I didn't," sobbed Amy.

I couldn't help but grin, oh this was just too easy, "Yes you did," I
said, "And you kept doing it. I've told you before not to call me a
lire. I was trying to be nice you fucking little whore."

Amy cowered down onto the box.

"Do you want me to be nasty?" I shouted at her, "Because I can if you
want."

Without waiting for an answer I reached forwards and took the little
slut by the hair. "STOP!" cried Amy.

I dragged the tiny child from the box and threw her across the room.
She was a little lighter than I expected and she literally flew across
the floor and straight into the wall. I laughed, yeah that felt good. I
walked over to the crying child and loomed over her tiny form.

I couldn't help myself. Whether it was my sadistic nature or just the
drink that had control of my body I couldn't say. I kicked the tiny
child. My trainers hit her just below the ribs getting a delightful
squeal from the little dear. I kicked her again harder this time. God
this was BETTER than sex. A hundred times better. I reached down to take
a handful of that beautiful hair and pulled her up. Not only to her feet
but more than two inches from the floor. Her body squirmed for the
twenty seconds I managed to hold her up. She didn't once let up
screaming. The screams were what I liked the most. They sent ripples
through my soul like somebody running icy fingers down my back. It was
like being tickled only this I NEVER wanted to stop.

I dropped her, and reached down to pull her to her feet I pressed my
face close to hers, "Right you little slut," I shouted at the terrified
girl, "You are going to pay for being such a stupid bitch."

I took hold of her under her arms and lifted the child from the ground
her feet kicked at me, but the mixture of drink and adrenaline was so
potent I barely noticed it. I suddenly had an idea, most of my being was
screaming at me to stop it before I killed the little slut. But one part
told me to do it, and at this time I was listening to that part. I spun
around and threw the child against the wall. She left my hands like a
rag doll and spun through the air in much the same fashion. She hit the
wall with a nasty thud and slid to the ground leaving a long trail of
blood across my wall. A sudden bout of concern took me. Not for her
safety, I couldn't give a shit if she suffered brain damage or broken
bones. Two things worried me, had I killed her, and if not had I fucked
up her angelic face?

As she groaned and rolled over I was pleased to note the answer to both
questions was no. The blood was from a cut on the side of her head. I
smiled perfect. Then the smile turned to a scowl the bitch was
unconscious. She had no right to be unconscious. I walked to her and
kicked her in the ribs, but got nothing but a groan. I yawned, and spat
at her motionless body.

"Oh fuck it," I finally muttered. It was late and I was as horny as
hell, she'd get what she deserved tomorrow.

Right now there was only one thing I wanted. I knelt by the unconscious
girl and pulled her around I pulled apart her legs to get a good look at
her tiny beautiful fuck hole. If only she had listened to me I'd
probably be licking her out by now. Who cares, I pulled out my cock and
started to rub it against her tiny hole. I applied my pre cum, which at
this time was drooling from my cock, over her tiny slit. I couldn't be
bothered to go and get anything else to lubricate the hole. This would
do, and it did much to my surprise and I started to push into my tiny
slut's cunt. My only regret was that she wasn't awake to help me enjoy
it more. I fucked the tiny whore hard for a long time. I don't remember
exactly when I came or even if I did, all I do know is I fell asleep
sometime during the early hours of the morning.

******

"LET ME OUT!!"

I jerked awake at the sound of Amy screaming my head was clogged with
the aftermath of the whisky, my throat was dry and my body ached. I
looked up at the tiny child banging on the door to the cellar and then
checked my pocket to make sure the keys were still there. I breathed a
sigh of relief. That had been stupid of me. "Oi!" I shouted, "Get here
now!"

The child froze. Then turned around she rocked back and forwards, "Oh
I'm sorry Uncle Ian. I'm not trying to run away honest. I need a wee."

I actually suspected that she did need a piss, not half as much as I
did though, "You are only allowed to go out of here until you are
gagged," I told her.

"Oh why, please quickly."

I sighed, I guess I'd overlooked the fact she'd need to go to the
toilet. I smiled, I'd buy her a babies potty, that would be nice. I
laughed to myself, well until then, and I suppose I'd better give her a
good wash as well. It had been a long time since I'd taken a shower with
this child. "Okay honey," I said, "I'll let you go upstairs but only if
you promise me that you will be a good girl and be quiet and always hold
my hand."

Something else to add to my shopping list, a dog collar and lead. Or
even better a choke chain. "Why?" asked Amy.

"Because I said so, now do you want to use my toilet or not?"

Amy pressed her thighs together and bobbed up and down, "Yes," she
moaned, "please," she then added.

"Okay," I said and walked up to her. I took hold of her hand and
squeezed it tightly, "Any noise other than quiet talking out of you and
I'll put you away without letting you go to the toilet,"

Amy nodded, "Okay," she said quietly.

I reached up and pressed my finger's against the large lump on the side
of the head, as she flinched my cock twitched with her. "Do you remember
how you got that?" I asked.

Amy shook her head, "I remember you shouting at me," she moaned, "Was I
naughty?"

I frowned at her, "Yes very naughty, you really upset me last night
because you were so naughty."

"I don't remember," mumbled Amy, "I hurt all over."

"That's because I hurt you a lot last night. I am annoyed that you
can't remember it, you'll have to be punished for that."

Amy shook her head.

"Because, if you can't remember why I punished you, or how I punished
you, you can't have learned your lesson."

"I learned my lesson," said Amy.

"Are you calling me a lire?"

Amy went stock still, "Please Uncle Ian I didn't mean it. Don't punish
me I'm sorry."

At least she remembered that much, "Okay, honey it looks like you did
learn your lesson after all, but I still have to punish you for passing
out before I finished with you."

"What's passing out?" moaned Amy, "I won't do it again I promise."

I laughed, oh I loved this little girl, "Past out is why you can't
remember what I did to you. You went into a kind of a sleep when you hit
your head."

"I didn't mean to," moaned Amy.

"I know that honey," I said.

"Then why punish me?"

"Because I want to, now no more talking, we're going to give you a good
wash."

Amy fell silent. At last. I opened the cellar door and led my little
fuck slave out. Deciding not to risk leading her by the hand I picked
the child up, and carried her up the stairs to the bathroom. I sat her
down straight onto the toilet, "No weeing until I tell you," I warned
her.

Amy nodded.

I took hold of her legs and pulled them wide apart, I reached forwards
and started to rub against her tiny crack. I waited for the girl to give
her first signs of pleasure before I said, "If you are good, I'll give
you that licking I said about last night. It will feel lots better than
this. You like this don't you."

"Oh," sighed Amy, "Yes Uncle Ian,"

"You can wee now if you want," I said.

"No," moaned Amy, "You'll punish me if I wee on your hand."

"No I won't," I said, "I promise."

"I can't," moaned Amy.

"You will, cause if you don't I will punish you, relax," I said and
started to rub harder.

Amy moaned and attempted to relax herself. After a few moments she
started to piss, the hot yellow fluid spilled out over my hand I rubbed
and basted her cunt with it. Then started to splash her body with it.
Amy started to moan and the piss came to a halt, "Why did you do that?"
she asked.

I smiled, and lifted my piss soaked hand, "Lick it clean," I told her.

"What?" asked Amy.

My smile widened, "You just pissed on my hand," I said, "I know I asked
you and said I wouldn't punish you for it, but you WILL clean it up. Now
lick."

Amy pulled a face, "But..."

"LICK!" I shouted.

Amy froze, her lower lip started to tremble and tears formed in her
bright blue eyes, "Lick it gorgeous and I'll lick your fanny okay," I
said a softly, "It feels much better than being rubbed there."

Amy leant her head forwards and started to lap at my hand. I smiled at
the little slut. Her tiny pink tongue tickled my hand making me giggle.
With my other hand I stroked her golden hair, "There," I said, "It's not
so bad is it."

I turned my hand around to make sure she got all of her piss. Once I
was satisfied I took it away, "It was okay Uncle Ian," murmured Amy,
"Didn't taste as yucky as I thought."

"See if you'd just done it first time I wouldn't have to punish you for
it," I sighed.

"Oh," whined Amy, "Please."

"Now Amy, I'll have none of that, I am going to punish you and that's
the end of it. I'll do that later, I've not got much time, lets wipe you
and I'll give you a little taste of what it could feel like if you are a
good girl okay?" I said.

Amy nodded.

I took a clump of toilet paper and used it to wipe the last remains of
piss from her beautiful tiny cunt. I licked my lips I was quite eager
for a taste. I took hold of her legs and pulled her forwards so that she
was sat on the edge of the toilet seat. "You look nervous slut what's
up?"

"Is it going to hurt?" Amy asked.

I laughed, "No you'll like it I promise you."

With that I lowered my head between her legs and gently pushed my
tongue inside her cunt. God she did taste good. Amy giggled, and moaned
as I tongued her tiny snatch. I didn't want this little slut to have an
orgasm. She didn't deserve to cum, I didn't even know whether I'd ever
let her cum. So I stopped there, "Did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh yes," piped Amy.

"I'll do it to you more, later but only if you are a good girl," I
said.

"I'll be good," promised Amy.

I turned around and turned the shower on, it would take a moment for it
to warm up, "Yes Fuck Hole, I'm sure you will be," I said, "I'm going to
have a shower with you now okay."

Amy nodded.

I put my hand under the water to test the temperature. A few more
moments, "After I've had a shower I want to fuck you," I said.

Amy frowned, "Where?" she squeaked.

"In your cunt honey. If I don't tell you where I'm going to fuck you
then it'll always be in your cunt."

"Oh, okay," said Amy, she looked down between her legs, "It hurts."

I shook my head, "It won't hurt as bad as it did last time," I told
her, "I've broken your insides that's why you bled a lot when I fucked
you."

Amy frowned, "Can you fix me?" she asked.

I laughed, "It's not that kind of broken," I said, "All girls have to
get broken like that. One day. You just had it done earlier than most
girls."

"Oh," said Amy, "It will still hurt though."

"A little," I admitted.

"I don't want you to fuck me," the child said.

I smiled, "Oh fuck face, you didn't want to say that," I said, "You
have just been a VERY bad girl."

"Oh I'm sorry," whined Amy.

"It's too late."

"I meant I want you to fuck me," the child moaned, tears formed in her
eyes, "Don't hurt me."

"I said it was too late," I said, "I am going to make sure it REALLY
hurts when I fuck you now." I was going to do it anyway; at least this
gave me an excuse.

"Oh PLEASE," grizzled Amy.

I tested the shower again, "Get in there." I told her.

The little girl got up and moved past me and into the shower cubical. I
stripped off my own clothes and joined my five-year-old sex slave in the
shower. Amy looked up at me, "Why are you in here?" she asked.

I laughed, "I used to take showers with you all the time, don't you
remember?"

Amy shook her head.

I smiled at her, "Well I'm here because I'm a pervert and like to touch
little girls while they are in the shower," I told her.

"Oh," said Amy.

I took my time, and enjoyed myself while I cleaned my little toy. I
made sure I cleaned her thoroughly inside and out. Amy didn't like
having a soap covered finger pushed inside her ass, and then have that
same finger used to clean her mouth, but her complaints and little
pained moans were half the fun.

When I finally let her out I took equal pleasure in drying her tiny
body. She was without doubt the most beautiful creature I had ever laid
eyes on, let alone had possession of.

"Can I get dressed now?" she asked.

"No honey, your not allowed to wear clothes," I told her.

"Why not?" asked Amy.

"Because you are a Fuck Toy, and I can hardly fuck you while your
wearing clothes," I said.

"But after you fucked me then."

"No," I said, "You say anything about clothes again I'll have to punish
you."

Amy shrank back. I smiled at her, "I'm going to be really nice, and let
you lay on my bed while I fuck you," I said.

Amy wasn't convinced.

"Now slut get here," I said.

Amy didn't move.

"Right that's it," I told her, "You are going to be whipped after I
fuck you."

"No!" cried Amy.

She got up and hurried over to me. I grabbed her hair as soon as she
was within reach and yanked her into me. Amy squealed and I clamped my
hand over her mouth. I laughed aloud not a good idea to have the little
brat screaming while she was up here. I picked the bitch up and carried
her into the bedroom, "Now are you going to be quiet?" I asked her.

Amy attempted to nod. Satisfied I let go of her mouth and she just
stared at me, tears once again dripping from her eyes, she stayed still
for about five seconds before her face crumpled up and she started to
sob. There was no chance of her keeping even this quiet during sex. I
grabbed a sock from the floor, and smiled at her, "Open your mouth
really wide."

Amy looked at the sock, "Are you going to put that in my mouth? Please
don't I'll be quiet promise."

"Open your fucking mouth," I spat.

Amy's mouth snapped open. I smiled and pushed the sock inside. I used
one of my work ties to fix it in place. "Okay," I said, "I need to see
how much noise you can make."

I reached down and took hold of one of her nipples. It was a tiny thing
almost the same colour as the rest of her skin. I squeezed it gently,
"Okay ass fuck, this is going to hurt just a little."

I twisted her nipple as hard as I could. Amy squealed but the noise was
reduced to a low moan by the sock in her mouth. That was perfect. I let
it go and Amy clasped onto her hurting chest. I reached into my bedside
draw and took out a box of matches. "Have you ever played with matches?"
I asked her.

Amy shook her head.

"It's okay," I said, "I'll not punish you for it. I just want to know."

Again Amy shook her head.

I handed her the box she took it and moaned into her gag, "It's okay
hun," I told her, "I want you to light one for me."

Amy opened the box and took out a match. Holding it far to close to the
head she turned the box on its side and struck it. Amy squealed and
flung the match across the room. The tiny girl clutched onto her burnt
fingers.

I laughed, "You dopey slut," I muttered, "You are supposed to hold it
by the end like this."

I took one of the matches and struck it. The pink head burst into flame
and I held it in front of her for a second, then dropped it into her
lap. Amy screamed, and leaped from my bed. I grabbed her and threw her
back onto the mattress. I rolled over until I was on top of her. I
pushed my face close to the five-year-old girl, "I'm giving you an
important life lesson. In fact two life lessons," I told her, "One why
you shouldn't play with matches. And two, why you shouldn't be in a
sadist's bed while he's playing with matches."

I got off of the girl quickly and rolled her onto her front then used
another of my work ties to tie her hands behind her back. Rolling her
back over I climbed again onto the slut. Reaching back into the draw I
got out a tube of KY jelly and smeared some over my cock. That was a
little nice for the little slut. I shuffled down her body and pushed the
head of my cock against her cunt. I had to use my hand to guide it into
the impossibly small fuck hole. It was still a very tight fit, but
slowly I pushed inside the child. Amy squirmed under me but didn't seem
to be in too much pain as I forced myself inside. Once I had impaled the
child on just over half my cock I reached down for the box of matches. I
leant up a little so that I could see her beautiful smooth and almost
flat chest. I took a match from the box and struck it. I grinned and
lowered the burning wood to extinguish it against her right nipple.

Amy's eyes went so wide it looked almost as if they were going to pop
out. Instantly they were filled with tears, and she let out a mammoth
scream. Or at least it would have been. Under the gag it was barely
heard. Amy's cunt clasped tight against my cock. Oh that felt good. It
was almost like a vice it was so tight. I waited for her to relax a
little and forced another inch into her. I wondered just how difficult
it would be to force my whole cock inside her tiny body. I was eager to
find out. But...

I struck a second match. Amy screamed and she squirmed under me, and I
slowly pressed it down to her other nipple. The resulting scream was
plainly heard even under the gag. Her body convulsed under me, and her
cunt once again seized up like a vice. Once I was sure the match was out
I dropped it back into the box. God this was the best thing I'd ever
felt.

As she relaxed I forced the remaining inches inside the tiny girl.
Amy's body was shaking violently, and her struggles increased as I
forced my way into her baby womb. I had another idea. I took out two
matches and set them next to each other in the centre of her chest.

I struck a third and placed the flame against the two matches. As they
sprung into life Amy's scream was unbelievable. You wouldn't think such
as small girl would have the energy in her lungs to force a noise that
loud through the gag.

I used my hands to keep her relatively still and watched the small fire
on her chest die down. It was her eyes that were getting me off the
most. The look of a crazed animal in sheer agony. I pulled my cock out a
few inches and rammed it hard back into her.

I took three matches from my box and clumping them all together in my
fingers struck them all at once. I pressed the flame back to her left
nipple. Her body seized up as the pain once again ravaged her body. I
couldn't help myself anymore. As soon as the matches went out I gripped
onto her body and fucked the tiny five-year-old with as much force as I
could. I was so turned on I no longer cared what damage I might be doing
to this slut. I doubted it would kill her, and that was all I cared
about. I didn't want her to be released from her pain before I'd
finished with her.

Fucking a tiny tight child's cunt with this much force meant it didn't
take me too long to cum, and I did with exploding force, filling her
tiny body with sperm.

Slowly I pulled out, blood as well as cum flowed from her cunt.
Considering she wasn't a virgin, I guess I had to have done something
bad. I smiled, that was good.

She was still awake; I was rather amazed to see. Not that it mattered,
all the more fun. I turned to my wardrobe and selected a brown leather
belt. It was an expensive belt, but it was also the thickest one I had.
I doubled it over, turned back to Amy and grinned stupidly at the little
slut.





Chapter 4

Amy's quiet sobs stayed with me, echoing around my head, as I locked
the room and shunted the bookcase back in front of the door. I was
forced to push my hand down against my cock. I needed to cum again but I
didn't have the time.

I'd promised Elaine that I would talk to Frank this morning. I couldn't
say that I was looking forward to it but being seen to have patched up
my differences with the two of them might help keep the cops and the
screaming mob from my door and, for that, I was willing to put up with
Frank.

As I climbed the cellar stairs, the vision of Amy begging me not to put
her back into the cage filled my head, adding to my problematic
erection. The little cunt had tried so hard to convince me not to put
her away. I knew it would hurt her a lot to be locked in so small a
place for so long. This was, of course, the point.

I locked the cellar behind me although there was no chance of Amy
escaping. Also, whilst there was little chance of her room being
discovered by anyone searching down there, I didn't like to take
chances. I had to laugh at that thought, as if kidnapping my
ex-girlfriend's five year old daughter in a village where the entire
population was sure I was a paedophile was not taking chances.

I had just finished pulling on some clothes and making myself look
presentable when the doorbell rang. I admit I was relieved and rather
pleased to find it was Elaine. She brushed back her dark hair and smiled
at me in a way I hadn't seen since we'd broken up. "Hiya," she said.
"You alright?"

"Alright," I answered. "Any news?"

Elaine lowered her head, her smile faltering. "No," she said. "The cops
said they found her bonnet in the lost and found at the railway
station."

"Really?" I couldn't help but pipe up.

"Yes," said Elaine. "They think she's gone to London of all places...oh
my poor baby."

Tears filled my ex-lover's big brown eyes. I reached forward and she,
surprisingly, responded by sinking into my embrace. Her head settled
down onto my shoulder and she began to sob, her slight frame shaking. I
couldn't help but smile at the thought...'London'...the cops would have
all but given up hope of ever finding her. I mean what chance would a
five year old have in London? Fucking brilliant.

My smile faded when I spotted Mrs Spencer heading down the road
opposite my house. I put on a face of concern and stroked Elaine's back.
"Don't worry, love," I said. "They'll find her."

I forced myself not to look but I could feel Mrs Spencer's gaze boring
into me. Finally Elaine pulled herself away and sniffed back her tears,
wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," I said.

Elaine reached into her pocket and took out her keys. "Here," she said.
"He won't want to talk to you so you'll have to corner him. Once you're
inside, he'll listen."

I doubted that very much but accepted the keys anyway. "Aren't you
coming back?"

Elaine shook her head. "No, I'm...I'm going to have another look
round," she said.

"Of course," I said. "If there's anything..."

"No...no, please Ian..." she said, "just be here for me."

"I was always here for you," I answered.

She locked onto me with those beautiful brown eyes. "I know," she
whispered, "see ya." She turned around to walk down my drive.

"Bye," I called to her.

I licked my lips and went back inside although only for a moment to put
my shoes on. As I headed down the road, I saw Mrs Spencer come out of
the news agents and spot me. She smiled and came over. The forty year old
bitch stopped right in front of me and eyed me up and down. "Terrible
isn't it?" she asked. She seemed rather uncomfortable.

I nodded. "Amy? Yes it is. She's devastated," I said. "I just wish
there was something I could do."

Mrs Spencer smiled at me, not the fake smile I was used to the last two
years, but a genuine one. "You going to see Frank?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

She nodded. "Okay, I won't keep you. Tell Elaine that we all have our
fingers crossed," she said. "Tell her to ask if she needs anything..."

"I'll tell her. I know she'll appreciate it," I said.

"Bye."

"Goodbye," I said.

Mrs Spencer walked past me and back across the road towards her own
house. I had to smile again. Kidnapping Amy was fast turning out to be
the best thing I had ever done.

I walked up Frank's driveway, slipping past the black Ford in the
driveway and tripping up on the concrete garden gnome inconveniently
placed at its side. Cursing, I slipped the key as quietly as I could
into the lock and pushed open the front door. I walked into the house,
which smelled of citrus, and closed the door behind me. "Yes Daddy," was
the first thing I heard.

I guessed that was eight year old Sarah. She sounded cute. I could
hardly believe that there was a child on my road that I didn't know
about. "That's right, honey." Now, that was Frank.

Putting on a smile I pushed open the door to the living room...

...my jaw dropped.

Little Sarah certainly was cute, a darling dark-haired girl with very
pale skin, although I didn't get much of a look as she scrambled rapidly
across the floor to hide behind the armchair. Frank stared up at me,
obviously just as dumbstruck as I was. His hands went down to push his
cock back into his jeans. "You fucking bastard," I snorted.

"Err...Ian, how...I can explain..." he tried.

"I really don't give a shit," I spat. "You tried your fucking hardest
to put me down for molesting Sammy and, all the while, you were fucking
your own daughter."

"No," said Frank. "I didn't...it was different then."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I had to calm down. "Elaine asked me to
talk to you," I said.

"You wan' a beer?" he asked.

"How about a scotch?" I said.

"Sarah," said Frank. "Go get Ian the bottle of whiskey from under the
sink, and a beer from the fridge."

"Daddy?" asked Sarah poking her head from behind the chair.

"Go," he said.

The little girl jumped to her feet and scrambled out into the kitchen.
I sighed and sat down on the armchair. "She offered me it," said Frank.
"When she first moved in, as soon as the other two were out of the
house, she asked if I wanted a blow job. She is so beautiful. Do you
understand?"

I nodded. "Sammy gave better blow jobs than any woman I know," I said.

Frank paused. "So you were fucking her?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, I never did fuck her," I said. "You fucking
Sarah?"

Frank sucked in his bottom lip and then nodded. "A few times. A lovely
tight cunt she has."

I nodded. "Was she a virgin when you fucked her?" I asked.

"No, I think it was Jenny's dad who was fucking her," he said.

"That's Jenny's kid?" I asked. "Jesus Frank, you kept that one quiet. I
always wondered why they moved away so quick."

"Here Sir," whispered Sarah.

I turned my head to look at the small girl holding out a bottle of
Bells, and a long glass. I was able to take my first good look at the
little cunt. Her dark hair was tied back in a pony tail and she wore a
beautiful little dress which ended just above her bare knees.

What struck me about this little girl was that she was wearing makeup
and I was surprised how successful she had been in applying it. Little
girls have an awful habit of overdoing makeup in an attempt to make
themselves look older. It didn't look so out of place on this sexy
little girl.

She smiled at me and blushed. She was clearly well aware that I was
eyeing her up. "Ta love," I said as I took the bottle and the glass from
her.

Her little grin grew sweeter and her odd green-yellow eyes glinted. She
took the can of beer over to her father. I was rather shocked when Frank
punched the poor little tart.

Struck in the stomach, the fuck slut dropped like a stone. "That's for
questioning me," he said.

I had to grin. I was fast changing my mind about this man. He looked up
at me, most likely to gauge my reaction. I think the lump in the front
of my jeans told all. "So what did Elaine want us to talk about?"

"Why do you hit the little cunt?" I asked, nodding at Sarah.

Frank looked at me. "She doesn't do as she's told," he said, then
grinned, "and because it's a fucking turn on."

I smiled. "Nothing then," I said. "Elaine deserves it, anyway. You
lucky fucker."

Frank nodded. "Ah," he said. "I see. I'm stopping that for a while...
until they find Amy."

"Be realistic, they aren't going to find her," I said. "Sarah, come
here."

The little girl looked up at me and wiped the tears from her eyes. She
looked up at her father for a moment then crawled across the floor to
me. I patted my knee and the child climbed up onto my lap. I placed my
hand on her thigh and moved it up her skirt to get a feel of her cunt
though her knickers.

"I know," said Frank. "I can only hope. I want to fuck that child so
bad."

"You and me both," I said.

Little Sarah began to moan, her little body began to wriggle and the
child started to grind her cunt into my hand. I moved her hair out of
the way and started to kiss her neck, sucking on the sweet smooth flesh.
"Be careful," said Frank. "Don't mark her neck. If you need to, do it
under the dress."

"Don't worry," I said and lifted my head. "Turn to face me."

The little girl shifted around so that she sat straddled over my waist.
I could feel her hot little cunt even through my tee-shirt and her
knickers. She kept smiling at me and started to wriggle her body,
grinding her cunny against my stomach. I leant forwards and kissed her
forehead. "It must be frustrating not being able to do what you want to
your property," I said.

I moved down her face and placed my lips on the little girl's mouth.
The sweet honey opened her mouth for me and allowed my tongue to enter.
She moaned around my mouth and her hands took hold of her shirt as she
humped away on my stomach. She threw her head back suddenly and let out
several loud gasps. I had to laugh. Fucking bitch was cumming.

I put my hands on her chest and squeezed the small nipples through her
dress. She began to fidget again. "They're quite sensitive," said Frank.

"I realized," I muttered and squeezed firmly on the tiny lumps. "You
don't like this do you?"

Little Sarah shook her head. "No Sir," she breathed.

I smiled at her. "You are a good girl," I said and let go.

"Thank you Sir."

I leant back over her and kissed her again. Her own little tongue was
more responsive this time as she lapped away at my mouth. I let my hand
move down around her back and took hold of her little arse to give it a
good squeeze. She giggled and pulled her head back to grin at me. A
little saliva dribbled down her chin and she was quick to use her finger
to scrape it back into her mouth. "You are a filthy little tart," I
said.

Sarah giggled again.

"What are you?"

"I'm a filthy little tart Sir."

"A gorgeous little fuck bunny."

"Yes I'm a gorgeous fuck bunny, Sir."

"Do you want me to fuck you in your cute little bum?"

"Oh yes please Sir," she said. "Fuck me in my cutesy little bum, Sir."

"Oh I like this," I said. "Did she come fully trained?"

"Almost," said Frank. "Had to iron out a few creases. Still doing it,
aren't I, fuck whore?"

"Yes daddy," moaned little Sarah.

"Does your Daddy cane your fat little bum, whore?"

"Y...yes Sir, when I am a bad whore, Sir," she whispered.

"How are you a bad little slut?" I asked.

"When I don't do what I'm told, Sir."

"Open up your dress so I can see these pretty little nipples of yours,"
I ordered.

"Yes Sir," said Sarah.

The child placed her hands on her chest and slowly began to unbutton
the front of her dress. When she got so far down, I reached forwards and
pulled the dress down over the side of her shoulder, very pleased to see
that she was bare underneath. Her tiny pink nipples stood out from her
chest only minutely. I took one between my fingers and it was thrilling
to see the little girl's face when I did this.

She looked like she wanted to run, though she knew better. "I like
little girl nipples," I said.

"Th...thank you Sir," said Sarah.

Heavy breathing from Frank caused me to look up at the man who, once
again, had his cock out, stroking on it's length while I played with his
daughter. I put my head down to kiss her chest between her nipples and
then moved to her left, placing small gentle kisses across her little
chest as I encroached on her tiny pink nipple. As I licked around the
small bud, my other hand moved up Sarah's dress and slipped into her
little knickers. I pushed a finger into her sopping wet, hot little
hole. Sarah sighed as I took her nipple into my mouth.

I nibbled around the little bud, savouring the sweet taste of this
little girl's preteen flesh. My cock pressed hard against the child's
arse. Then, as the passion overtook my senses, I began to nibble harder.
Getting uncomfortable moans from Sarah, I could no longer help myself. I
bit down, sinking my teeth into her soft nipple. Her small body went
rigid and her back arched away from the pain. Sarah screamed. Oh, such a
sexy scream.

As she pulled backwards, I felt the nipple tear from around my teeth.
The child fell on the carpet and clutched desperately onto her nipple. I
laughed and wiped the blood away from my chin. "Oh so nice. Time for the
other one."

"No!" screamed Sarah.

As I leant over to grab her, she pulled away from me scrambling from my
grasp and getting to her feet. Frank was fast to get to his feet and
move towards the front door. If this child had any sense that was where
she would have headed. However, seeing her father go that way, Sarah
spun on her heel and ran towards the stairs. "What a stupid whore," I
said, as we heard her footsteps pound on the landing above us.

"She does this a lot," Frank muttered. "The one who finds her first
gets to fuck her first."

"I've got dibbs on her bedroom," I said.

"Okay," said Frank.

I went first up the stairs and took the right through the open door
into what was obviously the girl's bedroom. It was very tidy for a
child's room, and the bunk beds were both made neatly. My guess was that,
in her grief, Elaine had done a lot of cleaning. I walked to the
wardrobe and pulled it open. Two sets of little girlie clothes were all
hung up neatly on wire coat hangers. There were only a few spare. I took
one of them. I wanted the little slut to pay for running from me.

I checked under the bed... nothing.

"No daddy...pleeeeeeeease," came a cry.

I went out onto the landing, smiling as I watched Frank pull his
daughter from the bathroom by her hair. "Now tell Ian how sorry you are
for running away."

The little girl was sobbing away as she looked over at me. The blood
drying on her chest and her little, swollen nipple was quite obviously
damaged. "I'm so sorry Sir," she moaned. "I won't do it again."

"I'm afraid we are going to have to hurt you," I said. "To make sure
that you learnt your lesson."

"Oh please Sir," sobbed Sarah.

"You heard him," snorted Frank and he yanked hard on the little girl's
hair, making her cry out with pain.

"Drag her into your room," I said. "As much as I'd like to fuck her on
her own bed, I can't see me getting onto a bunk bed."

Frank turned the little girl around, pulled her into his bedroom and
threw it on the king-size bed that dominated the room. He climbed on top
of the child, pinning her to the bed. I sat on the stool beside the
dressing table to watch for a while, taking out my cock from my trousers
and stroking on it to relieve a little tension.

Frank pulled up his daughter's dress and yanked her knickers down, out
of the way. "You love being fucked don't you?"

"Y...yes daddy," sobbed little Sarah.

Frank leant back and slapped his daughter across the face. Then with
his other hand, he grabbed at her damaged nipple, pulling on it. Sarah
gasped and squirmed on the bed. "Let go...it hurts," she sobbed.

"Ian, pass me the pins from the draw here," he said.

I went to the bedside table and found, along with the pin cushion, the
pink vibrator I had given to Elaine a few months before we'd broken up.
It was nice to see that she still had it. I passed the pin cushion to
Frank.

"No daddy...pleeeease," sobbed Sarah. Her hands covered her nipples.

I reached across to pull them from her chest then climbed onto the bed
above Sarah's head and held her stretched out, while still giving myself
a great view of this lovely whore and her pretty nipples. She squirmed
and kicked but, with both Frank and I to hold her still, she wasn't
going anywhere.

Frank flicked Sarah's damaged nipple. Had she pulled any harder while I
was biting it, she would have torn the damned thing off. The thought
really appealed to me, though I guessed I wouldn't have a chance to do
it to this little cunt. Amy on the other hand was just perfect for such
games. That was, after all, why I had her locked in the cellar.

Frank took a pin from the cushion and aimed it directly at the centre
of the poor little girl's torn nipple. With a single thrust, he forced
it deep into the damaged flesh. Sarah squealed and wriggled about on the
bed in pain and fear but with no hope of getting free. I shifted so that
my cock fell directly over the little girl's face. It landed over her
right eye, forcing it shut. With another movement, I was able to get it
close to her mouth. "Lick it," I told her.

Despite her obvious terror, Sarah's tongue came out to lick the parts
of my cock close enough to her mouth. I didn't care how much she could
run her tongue across. Just that she could do it. Frank took a second
pin and pushed it into her previously untouched nipple.

Sarah flung herself about screaming. "You can let go now," said Frank.
"I need to fuck her."

When I let go, Sarah's hands came up to try hit at her father's chest.
Frank laughed at her pathetic attempts and struck her back, hitting her
hard across the face. I returned to my seat, picked up the wire coat
hanger and began to unwind it.

"Stop it, daddy...please stop," cried Sarah, as Frank pulled her
knickers down to her ankles.

The baby cunt's makeup was smeared across her face, making her really
look like the whore that she was. Frank pulled apart his struggling
daughter's legs and forced two fingers into the little tart's hairless
cunt. She did have a wonderful cunt.

Having straightened up the coat hanger I stood up and approached the
two of them. Frank turned to me. "Elaine will kill you if she saw that,"
he said, nodding at the coat hanger.

"Considering the circumstances," I said. "It might be better if she
doesn't find out...sit up a bit."

Frank chuckled and pulled himself up, slapping his daughter's face as
she tried to get up, causing the poor child to use her hands to cover it
and leaving her lovely little chest exposed to me. I raised my arm and
brought the coat hanger down across her nipples. The scream was nothing
short of musical. Although it had me somewhat worried.

I moved down to her legs and pulled her knickers from her ankles. "I
really don't trust the insulation in these places," I said and pressed
the knickers against little Sarah's face.

With one hand trying to cover her whole body, and the other one trying
to pull the knickers away from her face, poor little Sarah had no chance
stopping her father grabbing hold of both of her nipples and twisting
hard. The small child whore opened her mouth to scream but, instead, had
them filled with her own knickers.

"Fuck the whore," I said taking hold of her arms again. "We can beat
her up afterwards."

"It's only because you want a go," snorted Frank.

"Just fuck the little slut," I said.

Frank laughed and again pulled the little eight year old's legs apart,
though this time he took advantage of his uncompromising position and
pushed his cock into the tight little hole. Once Frank got going, I let
go of Sarah's arms and returned to my seat to enjoy the sight of this
man fucking his little daughter. As much fun little Sarah had rubbing
her sweet hot cunny against my body, she wasn't having nearly as much
fun with her daddy's fat cock shoved up it.

I sat there stroking my cock, enjoying the look of sheer discomfort
etched on Sarah's face, and loving the pained grunts that came from
around her knicker gag with every thrust her father made.

Frank was having more fun than I was and grunted loudly as he finally
came into his little girl's tight cunt. He sighed and lifted his body
from Sarah, leaving the freshly fucked girl sprawled on the bed. "Your
turn," he said.

"She deserves to be punished first," I said. "She insulted me by
running away."

Frank grinned.

Sarah was having none of it and, at the word 'punished', she rolled
from the bed and tried for the door again. Although, this time, I was
there to catch her. I grabbed her by the hair and threw the crying child
into her father's waiting arms. The man pulled Sarah onto the bed and
straddled her head, pressing his arse into her darling face. I laughed
and retrieved my coat hanger whip from the bed.

"I love the marks this makes," I said and struck the struggling child
just above her vulva, bringing up a beautiful, vivid red line.

Frank twitched as the coat hanger struck his little girl the second
time. This time I landed the blow right across the child's tiny cunt.
The little scream that sounded from under Frank's arse was nothing short
of angelic. "Hold the cunts legs open," I said.

"You are an evil fuck," laughed Frank, as he lifted his daughter's legs
up.

"I know," I replied. "I'm going to give her fabulous arse a few,
first."

Frank pulled her legs further back, giving us both a great view of her
little arse. I pulled back my arm and lashed down across her fat
buttocks. Then watched them shake as she squirmed and wriggled. I hit
her a second time, lashing the wire cane across the tops of her thighs,
then gave her a third straight across her fat bum cheeks.

I wanted to cover Sarah's arse with the pretty red lines that this whip
made. The child, on the other hand, wasn't so keen and she shook and
pulled as I beat her arse. The sounds that came from under Frank's arse
were enough to drive me to beat her harder. I stopped when I saw the
blood dribbling down her cheeks. Though only so that I could appreciate
the sight of it.

"Shit," muttered Frank. "Talk about the beating of her life."

Sarah continued to squirm, trying hard to get away from the two madmen
who had her. "Open her legs. Let's do her cunt, now," I said.

Frank pulled them open, exposing her gorgeous pink cunny to me. I
brought the wire cane down between her cunt lips. The scream sent
shivers down my spine. Sarah's struggles had tapered off to an exhausted
wriggling which was more sexy than effective. I lashed her a second time
on her fat cunt, just to listen to her cry out and to see the
momentarily burst of energy it brought from the child.

I couldn't help but hit her again. Then a fourth time. By the seventh,
I was crazy with lust. Dropping the cane, I grabbed hold of the child's
legs for myself and pushed my cock into her shaking, exhausted body.

"Oh god," I gasped.

I pushed deep into the tight little twat. Frank climbed from her so
that I could get a look at her tear-streaked face. Oh what a beautiful
face. I reached down to pull the gag from her mouth so that I could hear
her sobs as I fucked deep into her. She looked exhausted and so totally
in pain, it was just divine to see.

I threw my head back and gasped as I came, adding my own spunk to the
thick gobs that Frank had sprayed into her, just minutes before. I
collapsed onto the child and held her tight to my body, enjoying the
sound of her crying, while my lust ebbed away. As the world returned, I
climbed off the child and smiled down at her. I sat down on the bed and
gathered her into my arms, cradling her against my body. Her head fell
against my shoulder and she cried, holding onto me.

I looked up at Frank. "Can you keep a secret?" I asked.

Frank sat down and rubbed his daughter's sore arse. "Can you?" he
asked, pushing his finger between the cheeks to tickle her arse hole.

Sarah shifted, trying to get away from her father's fingers. I kissed
her neck and turned her so that her arse poked out towards Frank. What
was I thinking?

"I have Amy," I said.



Chapter 5

Franks mouth dropped like a stone. "I beg your fucking pardon?" he
stammered.

I could only sigh, it was said now, I had dug my hole, and now it was
time to lay in it. "I have Amy," I repeated.

Frank nodded. He looked down on his daughters upturned arse; he pressed
his finger through the tight muscle and into the little girl. At Sarah's
moans and squirms Frank grinned. He looked up at me and laughed. "I knew
it," he said.

I had to laugh with him. "You want a go?" I asked.

Frank gave a rapid nod, "Oh fuck yes," he said.

Frank pushed his finger deep into Sarah's arse. "How?" he asked. "I
mean she did run away right?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I found her in the woods, freshly beaten up, by
you, and quite adamant that she didn't want to go home. It was easy
enough to get her back to my place without being seen."

Frank shrugged. "I suppose it doesn't really matter," he said.

"Ow!" moaned Sarah.

Frank grabbed a handful of his daughter's hair and pulled her head up.
He leant close to her ear and started to kiss and lick around it. "If
you say anything about Amy," he said, "you are in deep shit."

"Oh yes daddy, I promise," sobbed the child.

I admit that I wasn't best pleased that I had to trust that this child
was scared enough of her father not to tell on us, but it was my fault
she knew and, to be quite frank, I didn't have a better plan. Frank
meanwhile continued licking the side of Sarah's face, it was quite
evident that he was getting turned on again. I really needed some of
that. I took hold of Sarah's hair and pulled her head upwards. Rather
than follow her ear up, Frank placed his kisses down the little girl's
neck. Sarah looked like she was enjoying it all; including the finger
that was fucking her arse.

I leant forwards and placed my lips over her open mouth. "Ohhh," sighed
Sarah as my tongue entered.

The little girl closed her mouth a little to suck on my tongue, I could
feel hers, smooth and wet as it rubbed against my lips and into my
mouth. This child's moans and heavy breathing were beginning to get at
me, and the way her small light body squirmed about on me was making me
stiff again. My hand ran down her smooth body searching out her legs and
then moving between her thighs to feel her smooth cunt. I pressed down
hard and rubbed against her clit. Sarah threw her head back. "Oh god,"
she moaned.

I smiled at her and moved my hand to the back of her head to draw her
face once again close to mine. Frank mean while was enjoying himself
sucking and kissing the back of his child's neck, while his finger
worked hard in her arse. I turned my attention back to the small face
just a fraction of an inch away from me; I pushed even harder into her
cunt, Sarah gasped and a smile crossed her face. I leant forwards and
kissed her on the nose, then moved down back onto her waiting mouth.
"Mmm," she moaned as I pushed my tongue back inside.

After that it took mere moments before the child pulled away again, she
cried out as her entire body shaded between her father and I. Both of us
took the orgasm of the little slut as a sign to stop. Sarah seemed
somewhat disappointed as we both pulled off and she started to moan and
wriggle as if she were trying to find some part on my body on which to
rub her cunt. Frank however was having none of it. "Oh no cunt," he said
taking hold of her hair. "I think you owe us both something."

Frank pulled her off of me and dropped her onto the floor at the foot
of the bed. "D-do you want me to suck you?" she asked.

Frank looked up at me. "There is no way I am waiting for you to finish
again," I said and paused for a moment. "What's her arse like?"

"Tight" said Frank.

"Right little kiddy whore," I said. "Get on the bed."

"O-oh," said Sarah. "Yes sir."

The child looked up at me for a few moments before she shifted and
climbed up on the bed sticking her tiny arse up high in the air for me,
she leant down and took her fathers cock back into her mouth. She worked
almost expertly with her mouth and hands on the man's swollen rod.

I climbed up onto the bed behind the girl and pulled her bum cheeks
apart with my hands to get a good look at her arse hole. It was a
beautiful sight. I couldn't resist it for any more than a couple of
seconds. I spat down onto the small pink bud and used my finger to work
the saliva into the tightly sealed hole. This child's arse was almost as
tight as my darling Amy's. She moaned a little as I pushed my finger
into the hole, although I couldn't tell whether it was due to my finger,
or just a reaction to sucking her father's cock; I hoped though that it
was my finger.

I removed my finger and pressed the fat swollen head of my cock against
the tight hole. Sarah gasped as the muscle gave in, allowing me to
plunge deep inside her bowls. I began to move in and out of the child's
tight arse, but it felt so good that I almost came instantly. Had I not
done so only minutes before I very well might have done. However I was
able to keep control of myself long enough to pick up a good rhythm and
to enjoy the feeling of pounding this child's fat arse. Mere moments
after I started to increase my pace Frank groaned and pulled his cock
out of the child's mouth. "Oh fuck baby," he moaned and sprayed her face
with his cum.

Upon seeing the sobbing little girl with her face caked with sticky
white spunk, I grunted and pumped her arse full of more. My cock slid
from her anus and the child curled up into a ball sobbing her little
eyes out.

I leant over the child and kissed the back of her neck. I stroked her
cum coated hair and whispered. "Ahh stop that honey," I said. "You've
got it easy compared to Amy."

Frank laughed at that and I joined in with him as I scooped Sarah up in
my arms, her dark hair was a mess now and the makeup was smeared right
across her face, making her look like a little whore. She looked so
pitiful and helpless, I nearly lost control and started to hurt her
again, but I didn't want to fuck her again right now, I wanted to get
her and Amy together. Then the real fun could begin. Alas that had to
wait for just a little while. "Come on whore let's see if we can get you
cleaned up a bit," I said.

Frank stood up and yawned. "Do want some lunch?" he asked.

"I was going to eat out for lunch," I said. "I've got to get some
things to make Amy's stay a little more interesting."

Frank grinned. "You have to let me use her," he said.

"Of course," I replied.

"We'll come with you."

I hugged Sarah close into me, "How about that tight bum," I said. "Do
you want to go to the drive-through for lunch?"

Almost as if nothing had happened, Sarah's head shot up. "Oh yes please
sir," she said in a little voice.

I laughed. "Okay lets see if we can make you look a little less like a
little whore first," I said and I carried the child, followed closely by
her father into the shower.





"My god she is beautiful," whispered Frank.

I nodded as we stared down at the motionless Amy fast asleep in her
little cage. Sarah stood in the corner her gaze alternating between me
and the child. After all the fuss that had been made over the
disappearance of Amy, Sarah was, most likely, facing some very
conflicting feelings about finding the child here. "Don't worry," I said
to Sarah. "We won't put you in there."

That didn't seem to reassure Sarah very much, it was quite likely that
being put in a cage was the least of her worries at this moment, but I
couldn't have cared less. I unlocked the cage and gently lifted Amy out,
waking her in the process. I hugged her small form and rocked back and
forth while I kissed her neck and the side of her face. "Time to wake
up," I said into her ear kissing it between each word.

As Amy's eyes came into focus, the first thing she would have seen was
Sarah, stood as far away from Frank and I as possible. As the child
recognized who it was, she panicked, and her head shot around and her
gaze locked on Frank. The child started to thrash around in my arms.
Obviously quite curious about what she had to say for herself, Frank
pulled the gag out of the child's mouth. "No!" screamed Amy. "You
promised! You said you wouldn't let him hurt me."

I had to laugh. "No I didn't," I said.

"Yes you did!" sobbed Amy. "You promised please don't let him hurt me."

I had to grin, would this child ever learn. "Are you calling me a
liar?"

"Yes!" screamed Amy. "You promised."

I laughed. "Fair play," I said. "I lied, now you have been a very bad
girl. You ran away from home, and you called me a liar. What are we
going to do with you."

"Noo!" sobbed Amy. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Oh Amy," said Frank. "You know that we have to hurt you now."

"We do," I agreed. "We need to hurt you a lot."

"No" moaned Amy.

"But if you are a good girl and do what we tell you for now we won't
have to hurt you so bad," I said. "Okay?"

Amy sniffed. "Okay," she said in a whisper.

"Good, now what Frank has always wanted is to fuck you," I said. "Cause
you are my pet now, I have told him that he can. I want you to be good
for him."

"Oh uncle Ian please let him put his willy inside me," she moaned.

I put Amy down onto the floor. "Now my little slut I want you to go
into the cellar and get up onto a box and spread your legs nice and wide
for him."

Amy sniffed again and rubbed her eyes with her hands she stared up at
me for many moments then looked down at her chest, at where the burns
decorated her pale skin. She then looked over at Sarah and finally moved
she walked past the two of us and into the cellar. "Her training is
going well," said Frank. "Love the burns."

"It was ever so much fun to do that," I admitted.

"What was it," he asked, "a soldering iron?"

"No matches," I sniggered. "I was teaching her the reason she shouldn't
play with them."

Frank grinned. "Hmm, do you think she learned that lesson?"

"Yes," I said. "But we can always give her a reason not to smoke."

"Oh," whimpered Sarah.

I looked up at the dark haired little girl and grinned at her. "What's
wrong?" I asked. "Come here slut."

The child inched forwards until she was stood right in front of me, her
head came no higher than my chest. I put my hands around her and pressed
her head into me. I licked my lips. "I want you to take that little
dress off for me okay?"

The child backed away from me and nodded. "Yes sir," she said, her
voice no more than a whisper.

Her hands shook as she fumbled with the buttons on the front of her
dress. Slowly the small, translucent white plastic buttons came free
from the small holes. When she had unfastened them all, she shook her
shoulders, causing the dress to fall down around them, and then, when
she shifted again, the dress fell from her into a pile around her feet.
Leaving the pale skinned child stood trembling in front of me, dressed
in nothing more than a pair of small white cotton knickers.

I ran my tongue over my lips again. She truly was delicious, a true
beauty. "Come here slut," I said.

"Y-yes sir," the child whispered and she approached me and pressed her
small body up against mine. She rubbed her baby cunny against my thigh,
and moaned a little. She might have been terrified of me, but still knew
the importance of putting on a good show.

I reached down and placed my hand onto her shoulder and the child
flinched as my rough fingers ran gently over her flat chest, and across
her hard little nipple. Sarah took in a deep shaky breath and shifted
from foot to foot. Her red lips opened just a little and her saliva
gleamed in the dim light. A perfect little girl. I placed my hand on her
flat belly. "Butterflies?" I asked.

"Yes sir," breathed the little girl.

I leant down and placed my mouth over her lips. She let out a small
gasp and opened her mouth for me, a perfectly obedient little slut. I
pushed inside, running it over her teeth and entangling it with own warm
and wet tongue.

My right hand moved from her stomach, downwards until I slid it between
my leg and her cunt, I squeezed the child's fat vulva, and rubbed my
middle finger, through the cotton knickers, into the crack.

"No!" Amy screamed from the other room. "Please uncle Frank... Stop it
please stop don't hurt me."

I pulled away from Sarah's mouth and looked into her yellow-green eyes,
she was rather flustered. I smiled and gathered the spit in my mouth.
The child could hear me do it and she cringed, shaking once again, it
was obvious that she was trying not to move. Such a good girl. I placed
my hand on her chin, beckoning her to open up for me. Tears swelled in
her eyes, but the little whore did as I wanted and opened her mouth up.
I spat onto her tongue and then pressed onto the bottom of her chin.
Sniffing the child closed her mouth. "Let's go and see Amy get fucked,"
I said.

I placed my hand into the child's smooth black hair and then pulled on
it. The child yelped, and I tuned quickly and pulled her through into
the cellar.

Frank had a fight on his hands. He had little five-year-old Amy pinned
down onto one of the boxes, but the little whore was refusing the stay
still. She kicked and screamed at Frank. Each time he let go of one of
her arms to take hold of a leg she would pummel at the man with her
fist. Despite that, Frank looked like he was enjoying himself. "Right
you bitch stay still," he shouted.

"No!" screamed Amy. "Get off. Go away!"

I chuckled and moved up next to the two of them, with Sarah in tow. I
pulled the dark haired girl against the box and then forced her down
onto her knees between it and me. I rubbed my cock hard against her face
and the girl soon got the message and opened so that I could press my
cock inside and against the back of her mouth. As I loosened up on her
the child reached up and took hold of my cock with one hand and began to
give me an, almost professional, blowjob. "I'd beat the fuck out of the
bitch for that," I said.

Frank looked up at me, he let go of one of her arms and began to stroke
her soft smooth face. "Do you mind?" he asked. "Can I mark her?"

I smiled. "Just don't kill her yet," I said.

Franks smile turned into a sneer; he laughed as he turned back to the
child. "I said stay still," he shouted enraged at the child.

The man delivered a vicious back hand slap to the side of her face.

Amy was silenced. Blood spilled from her mouth and she stared up at
Frank, she was still now. Frank, satisfied with himself pulled her legs
apart and rubbed his fat cock against her tiny little hole.

He pushed it against her. Amy gasped and wriggled her body. "Oh fuck,"
Frank muttered and pulled away.

Taking a step back he spat onto the child's tiny cunt, and used his
hand to work it into her hole. He pushed the saliva deep into her cunt
with his fingers. "Shit she is tight," he said.

"Wait until you get your cock inside it," I said.

Frank grinned and pulled his fingers from the little girl, he spat onto
his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. "I'm gonna fuck this whore
proper," he said.

Frank pressed the swollen head of his fat cock up against the child's
smooth and wet cunt-hole. He pushed it in a fraction of an inch and
groaned. Then, taking hold of the child's hips, he drove home; plunging
more than three inches into the little girl. The man pulled out a little
and thrust back in, pushing even more of his cock into the tiny child.

I thrust forwards myself, and was delighted by the sound and feel of
Sarah's head slamming into the wooden box. The eight-year-old cried out
in pain but that was soon choked off as my manhood filled her throat. It
felt fucking great.

Tears now streamed down poor little Amy's face, and blood dripped down
her chin. Her eyes were screwed and her mouth open as the child took in
short gasping breaths. The pain of the cock up inside of her was quite
evident. I couldn't help myself. I leant down over her and licked the
blood from her cheek, following the red trail up until I licked it from
her teeth. I pushed my tongue deep inside of my little girls mouth. I
kissed the small angel. Feeling her short breaths blasting into my mouth
was divine. She screamed around my tongue and sobbed into me. I began to
rock back and forth myself.

Amy's body started to jerk up and down as Frank drove hard into her
preteen body. Filling the tiny little girl to her capacity. I groaned
into my little girls mouth, the taste of her blood was seductive, and
empowering. I drove in deep forcing my cock down Sarah's throat, and I
licked Amy's mouth, her teeth, her tongue, and her lips. The methodic
thumping of Sarah's head against the box was perfectly timed with the
shifting of Amy's body. The child wanted, and tried to scream, but
couldn't get a sound out from around my mouth. Frank fucked the child
deep and hard.

Sarah's hands pressed against my thighs. Her throat caressed my cock.
It felt more than good. The child desperately tried to push me off of
her. The breath tickled me as it was forced from her nose each time her
head thumped against the box.

"Oh shit," I groaned into Amy's mouth.

I lifted myself up and pressed my cock deeper into Sarah's mouth. I
grabbed hold of her hair and, almost frantically, fucked the child's
face milking every last drop of pleasure from her. My cock seemingly
exploded into her mouth. It was almost unbelievable how many times my
cock squirted the cum into her mouth. A copious amount filled the small
child. I let go and rested a hand onto my stomach; it ached where the
muscles had worked so hard. I watched as Sarah choked on my cum.

"Ahh-ahh," Frank intoned.

The man gave one last thrust, pushing himself deep into the child's
underdeveloped womb before he released his cum. He gathered Amy into his
arms and held the crying child close to him, so very tight to his body.
Her head pressed hard into his chest. He rocked the small child, leaving
his cock buried deep inside her body until, wet with cum, blood and the
child's juices his, now limp, member slipped from her. "Oh my fucking
god," breathed the man.

I smiled. "I told you she was good," I said.

The man turned to Sarah. "Well little slut it looks like you've met
your match," he laughed. Frank looked up at me. "So what do we do with
them now?"

I grinned. "What the fuck do you think we brought all that stuff for?"
I asked. "We hurt the little cunts."

My words had a visible affect on Franks cock, it jerked lifting a
little. My own did much the same. I looked down at Sarah sat at my feet,
she had a hand on her head rubbing the lump where it had smacked
repeatedly into the box during the throat fuck. Tears streamed down her
face and her body was coated in sweat. It looked very sexy. When she
noticed my gaze was on her the child attempted to push further back
against the box. "Oh please sir," she cried. "Don't hurt me."

I could never resist a plea like that; that is not to say I had changed
my mind about hurting her. I leant over and took hold of the child under
her arms and picked her up. I gave her a kiss on her cum smeared lips
pressing my tongue deep inside her mouth. I could taste my cum on her,
over the taste of the little girl herself. The cocktail was
intoxicating. I pulled away and sat the child down on the box so that
her arse was pressed against Amy's hip. "Now whore," I said. "You be a
good girl and stay still while your Daddy and I get the stuff to hurt
you."

Turning I followed Frank up the stairs and out of the Cellar. As we
entered the garage to collect the things that we had stored there, he
turned to me and asked. "Should we have left them in there alone?"

I shrugged. "The door is locked and there is no other way out. There
are no windows down there." I said. "Besides if either of them have
moved that just gives us an excuse for some really extreme pain."

Frank chuckled and plucked the two carrier-bags from the boot of the
car. "Do we really need an excuse?" he asked. "They fucking deserve to
suffer just for being in our company."

I nodded. "True," I said, "but I like excuses."

Frank shook his head and passed me the two, eight-foot dowel rods. He
looked at the boards secured on the roof-rack. "Do we need those?" he
asked.

I shook my head. "No lets just have some fun."

We carried the things back down into the cellar. I couldn't say that I
was disappointed to see both Amy and Sarah, with a squeal, bound back
down the stairs and into Amy's little room. "Stupid whores," I muttered.

Frank and I carefully carried the equipment into the cellar. Have you
ever noticed the poor quality of the items you can buy in sex-shops? I
don't mean dildo's and the like, but the S&M gear. Frank and I had
looked around various shops and had found very little in there which
would be of much use in causing some real pain to our children. Even the
things that seemed useful, such as nipple clamps, we had realized that
we could buy from a DIY store for half the price and far better at
actually causing the pain we wanted them to.

So after some deliberation we had brought some things from the sex-
shops, dildo's, plugs, and vibrators; we also found one which sold some
pretty good quality handcuffs. The equipment that we were going to use
to torture our toys would either be brought from hardware stores. Or
made up from things brought from hardware stores.

I looked up at the waste pipe, which stretched across the ceiling. "I
wonder if that is strong enough to hold the two of them," I mused.

Frank glanced up. "Easily," he said.

I took one of the bags from Frank, and reached inside to take out the
two pairs of stainless-steel handcuffs. "I'll take the little one," I
joked.

Frank nodded. "So what are the rules."

"She's your daughter," I said. "Do what you fucking like."

Frank grinned, and we both headed towards Amy's room.

The two children were huddles in the corner, Sarah held onto little Amy
almost defensively. The smaller girl had her face pressed against
Sarah's chest, and was crying . "Don't let them hurt me," she moaned.

Sarah gave us a pleading look. Tears fell from the small girls eyes and
she hugged onto Amy tighter. The girl screwed her eyes shut and pressed
her face into Amy's golden hair. Almost as if she thought that if she
didn't see us that we would go away. I liked that.

Frank and I approached the cowering children, their smooth bodies
coated in sweat were fantastic, and beautiful. It was all but impossible
to resist the urge to hurt them. Right now, and for me it was
impossible. I reached down to grab hold of Amy's hair. The girl
screeched as I wrested her from Sarah's clutching arms.

"You fucking slut," I spat at my slave-slut.

"NO!" screamed Amy.

I struck the child across the jaw with the back of my hand knocking her
into silence and then threw her against the wall. The child sunk to the
ground. I stood over her and placed my foot into the centre of her belly
and watched, with delight, as the child squirmed around. I spat onto her
beautiful face. "You fucking bitch," I said.

Amy opened her mouth and screamed. She screamed constantly, and it was
beautiful, the sound of angels. I took hold of my cock and aimed it at
the child's wide open mouth, and let go of my bladder. The little girl
sucked in her breath taking some of the piss down into her lungs. She
began to cough. The way her little body wrenched under my foot was
great. Fucking great. I felt better for releasing the piss.

"OOPH!"

I looked up at Sarah and nearly cringed as I watched her father pummel
his fist into the child's stomach, he must have punched the girl at
least five times. When he let go of her hair she slid to the floor and
the man reached down with both hands to take the little girl around the
neck. He squeezed her throat and lifted her up lifted her right off of
her feet. The sound of Sarah choking and Amy coughing up my piss was
almost too much to bear. I wished that this would never end. Or part of
me did. The other part wished for me to go even harsher on the two girls
that had landed in my lap.

Sarah's face rapidly turned purple and Frank leant across to kiss her
open mouth. She couldn't breath and was panicking. Her feet flailed
about kicking at her father, but Frank didn't loosen his grip. He
tightened it. Kissing a choking girl. It was fucking beautiful.

I almost forgot Amy under my foot as I watched the loving scene played
out in font of me, the little girl, giving her father everything. Just
to please him. Giving all to Daddy. Even her life. Just as it should be.

Frank dropped the child, and the world flooded back, a sweet sense of
power swept over me, and a glance up at Frank told me that he shared it.
Sarah gasped at his feet drawing in air. "That was close," I said.

Frank looked at me. "Like you said, fucking annoying not being able to
do what you want with your toys."

"Well," I said. "Luckily I don't have that problem with Amy."

I could see the lust flare up in Franks eyes. "You have got to let me
watch that," he said.

"Of course," I said.

Frank rattled the handcuffs. "Shall we?" he asked.





Chapter 6

I concentrated on the strange sound made by the metal chains scraping
across the hollow iron waste-pipe, I'm not sure why it was that sound
that had my attention and not the soft moans from sweet Sarah, or the
out right bawling of little Amy. Neither did I care, although it
occurred to me that, perhaps, the reason I wasn't listening to the girls
was because they weren't making the right noises.

Frank and I had decided against gagging the poor dears, and we had both
rejoiced when they had begged, cried, and pleaded with us to let them
down. Amy really screamed about it. Sarah, unlike Amy, had had her
wrists bound in cloth beforehand but it didn't matter if we scared five
year old Amy. Blood now trickled down the tiny whores arms, seeping from
where the rough iron had cut into the skin. It trailed down to her
armpits but had seemed to stop there. They had stopped screaming and had
stopped begging a few minutes before and I was beginning to get bored.

I folded the chain in two, it was still long enough to brush over the
floor- chain against concrete sounds so very different from the chains
against the pipe. Why I had that thought was beyond my reckoning,
something told me that I should be savouring every moment of the two
girls I had in front of me, not fretting over some petty details like
what chains sounded like. My mind finally agreed with itself. What I
really wanted to know was what the sound of chain against soft smooth
preteen flesh was like. Amy was closest, so she was the one I would test
first.

She was facing me but had her eyes tightly shut, tears seeped from them
and ran down her cheeks to drip from her chin and onto her sweat soaked
chest. She was sweating so much that she glimmered in the florescent
eclectic light. I licked my lips, she had no idea what was about to
happen. I pulled back my arm and swung the four foot of doubled chain at
the tiny little whore.

The chain whistled and wrapped around her leg to slapped against the
back side of her left thigh. That was a great sound. Amy's eyes snapped
open her body straightened and stiffened. Her mouth opened and she let
out a horrendous scream; so loud that it hurt my ears. "You fucking
bitch," I shouted, although I couldn't hear myself over the din she was
creating.

I swung again, I decided that I would beat her into silence. Frank came
up beside me, he shouted something at me, although I couldn't make out
what. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to Amy. He took one swing
aiming directly at her stomach. The cane was nearly an inch in diameter
and hit was a loud thwack. "Uuuhhh," sounded Amy and she went silent as
she tried to gasp back in air.

"I said 'that's the way to go'" said Frank with a wide grin.

I sniggered at his remark and swung my chain at my kiddy whore once
again. I hit her across the chest with it. The blow broke the skin and
blood trickled out of the small wound. I loved this chain, I loved the
way it made Amy's body jerk and swing as it hit, and loved the sound of
her screams. It was those screams I concentrated on now, I let the noise
wash through me. It comforted me, and made me feel safe. It made me feel
in control.

While my mind found comfort in her screams, my sex-drive found what it
wanted in watching this filthy fucking child whore twitch under the
blows. I reveled at the sight of the dark red marks I was bringing up all
over the five year old fuck slut. I enjoyed watching Frank swing his
thick cane at her just as much, I loved the dull thudding noises it
made, and I loved the dark bruises that it brought up.

Silence, it hit me hard. Amy wasn't making any more noises. The world
rushed back in around me, and I found myself worrying about the little
girl. Frank had hit her hard several times against the tummy the sudden
thought that he had ruptured her internal organs. It all angered me, Amy
had no right to die; at least not until I had had the chance to kill her
properly. I swung my chain hard against her legs. "Mmmm," moaned the
little cunt, but remained still.

"Phew," I heard Frank mutter beside me.

We exchanged a glance; it was obvious that the both of us had thought
we had killed her. I sighed, she was breathing, albeit shallowly. Her
body was littered in cuts, welts, and thick purple and yellow bruises.
"I suggest you lay off Sarah's belly," I told him. "We can't afford to
have her die."

Frank nodded," I'll go around the back," he said.

"Perhaps you'd better use a strap or something, another chain? The last
thing we need is for you to damage her spine."

Frank looked down at his cane, blood stained the bamboo shaft in
several places. He licked his lips and then walked around behind his
daughter. He slowly ran his hand across his little girls smooth back.
"We'll save her back," he said. "I've an urge to tie her to a whipping
post and go at her with cats."

I smiled at the idea and nodded.

"The arse and legs," said Frank, "I promise."

I smirked. Frank gave a grunt and hit his daughter across the legs. She
swayed towards me. Even I flinched as I though about how much that must
have hurt. As she swung back in towards her Father he hit her again.
"Please Daddy!" she screeched.

She moved back towards me, her legs flailed and I aimed at her cunt.
The tip of my chain laid perfectly down her crack and the little cunt's
body went into spasms. It was beautiful.

Sarah's body moved differently, she kicked and flapped about causing
her self to swing into our blows. Frank and I exchanged a crude game of
tennis. The eight year old little body convulsed and shook as we
assaulted it, and although I did lay lashes across her chest and belly,
I concentrated most of my efforts on her legs and her beautiful little
cunny. I littered her thighs and pussy mound with dark red lines, it
looked so beautiful. It urged me to hit at her harder. I wanted her to
hurt. I needed her to hurt but I felt that I just couldn't swing the
fucking chain hard enough.

For every flinch and every scream I just needed more. I needed to milk
this child of all the pain I could put into it. I needed it to be put
through agony.



Sarah passed out long before I achieved that goal. I stopped myself
from hitting her, as pissed off as I was about her fainting. I needed to
stop now, before I really did get into a state where I would want to
kill one of them.

My arm ached but not as much as my balls did. Frank stopped when I did
and frowned. As I moved around next to him he dropped his cane. I raised
an eye brow. The savage beating had done nothing for the little girls
arse. Deep dark cuts littered its surface and blood poured down her
legs. "How on earth is she going to sit?" I asked.

Frank smirked. "I'm gonna soak a cushion in vinegar and make her sit on
that tonight, this bitch is grounded no need for Elaine to see her. "

I laughed. "Do you fancy popping out for something to eat?" I asked.

Frank nodded. "The fresh air will help calm me down. What do we do with
those?" he nodded at the children.

I shrugged. "Leave them, they'll still be there when we get back."





I wrestled with two chairs and the flimsy carrier-bag containing our
dinner as I slowly walked down the stairs and into the cellars. The
sight I was greeted with made the struggle worth the while. The two
children hung, stained with blood, and covered with welts, bruises and
cuts. The two of them looked up at me as I came to a stop in front of
them. "Please," Amy croaked.

I raised my hand and rubbed the palm against her fat little cunny. "We
brought you some chips," I said and then turned my back on the two
sluts. Putting the food down onto one of the two chairs I walked back to
the stairway to see where Frank had got to. His large shadow filled the
door almost instantly and he cursed under his breath as manhandled the
work bench down the steep cellar steps.

Frank and I set out the workbench and pulled one of the boxes to use as
a makeshift bench. I set out the food on the table, a portion of chips
and sausages each for the two children, a pie and chips for myself and
cod and chips for Frank. The two of us couldn't bear to be away from our
two whores for long so had just taken a quick detour to the local chippy
and back again.

Meanwhile Frank busied himself letting the children down. He slotted
the key into his daughters handcuffs first and the eight year old girl
crumpled down onto the floor. She curled up into a tight ball and cried.
It really was a sexy sight. He then put his arm around Amy, his hand
squeezed her fat little arse. He held her up as he unlocked the
handcuffs from my five year old fuck baby. As soon as her arms were free
the child grasped onto Frank, she held him tight and cried into his
shoulder. The man squeezed the child's bum and ran his hand down her
gorgeous, but marred back.

He walked over to me, as she came close Amy let go of Frank and
stretched out for me. She wanted me to cuddle her, I must say I was
rather flattered. I took my little pet from Frank and she held onto to
me tight. With her head buried into my neck, she sobbed softly. Her
little legs were wrapped around my stomach and I could feel the hot area
of her baby cunt through the fabric of my tee shirt. I ran my hand down
her back, over her shoulder blades and down the little groove of her
spine, my other hand held her between the legs, and my fingers rubbed
against her tiny hairless cunny. She had just a perfect little body, she
had to be the most sexy creature alive.

I kissed her on the top of the head. "Shh," I said. "It's okay, it's
okay honey."

"Don't let him hurt me more," she wailed.

I had to stifle a laugh. If anything I had hurt this child more than
she could have ever thought possible, and certainly more than what Frank
had, and yet she still wanted me to protect her from him. "If you are a
good girl, and do what you are told there will be no more hurt okay?" I
asked.

The child looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot and
full of tears. "Yes Uncle Ian," she croaked.

I kissed her again, on the bridge of her nose and then pressed our
foreheads together. "You are such a gorgeous little fuck bunny," I told
her and licked her across the lips.

Showing the obedience that had been beaten into her during her short
stay, Amy opened her cute little mouth and I licked the inside, letting
my tongue run across her teeth and into her mouth, but it was little Amy
who leant in and kissed me. I was surprised when her pressed her face
hard into mine, and equally surprised when her tongue entered my mouth.

We stayed locked together like that for what seemed like forever. I
held my little girl to me and we kissed, a deep long and wet kiss. My
hands caressed her sweet little body, one finger was constantly rubbing
up against her fat little cunt. I could feel the little girl getting
wet, feeling the child's cunt-juice being added to the sweat that already
lubricated her hole. Amy broke off first to give a little gasp. A string
of saliva stretched between us. When it broke off, the spit laid down
across Amy's chest. "Oh," she moaned.

I eased my finger up between us, between where her crack contacted with
my belly. Little Amy's face was adorable, caught in the throws of sex
she had never looked more nubile. "You like this don't you?" I asked.

Amy sighed. "Ahh, yes," she breathed. "Yes Uncle Ian."

I love the way little girls sound when they are turned on, all
breathless and sexy. "You are a good girl," I told her.

"Thank you Uncle Ian," she moaned.

She put her arms around me and squeezed her little body tight against
me. Abruptly she squeaked. "No," she screamed. And she froze.

I stopped rubbing her. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"No," sobbed Amy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to.
Don't hurt me please."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I dirtied your shirt," whispered the child.

I didn't exactly understand what she was going on about. Then it
occurred to me, where her arms and legs were all over me she had gotten
blood all over my clothes. I suppose perhaps I should have been angry at
her for that, but I wasn't. I was going to hurt her lots later anyway, I
didn't want to spoil the moment, not while this little girl was acting
like a proper little preteen slut whore. Besides, a little blood is
something of an occupational hazard. I squeezed her tight. "Ahh, that's
okay honey," I said. "That's okay, nobody is going to hurt you. Come on
now I want to see your little tongue."

Still looking very nervous, the little girl poked the small pink little
cock lapper between her lips. I smiled and leant down to lick at it. Amy
giggled and sniffed back her tears. She started to mimic my actions. I
can't put into words how horny this was making me. I was going crazy and
my balls ached so much, but nothing could have stopped my little five
year old Amy, and myself from licking each others tongues.

It felt that way at least, but it wasn't long before something happened
to stop us. "Daddy! No, oh fuck no please," screamed Sarah.

Amy turned around to see what was happening with her step sister. I
looked up also, just in time to see the dark haired eight year old
slammed into the workbench. She let out a distasteful grunt. I frowned
now, after all the time I'd spent setting out the meals and fucking
Sarah had to go and lay in them. She was laying across her own food but
that didn't make any different, she shouldn't have done it. "Oh fuck!"
the child screamed. Her small body squirmed but Frank held her in place.

"Oh is that hot?" he asked.

"Oh please Daddy... oh fuck it hurts. Daddy please."

I noticed that Frank was holding a large dildo in his right hand. It
was ridiculously big to even think about using on a child, which was
exactly why we had brought it. It wasn't the biggest either. But it was
big enough to have torn Amy open and, although Sarah was a lot more
experienced, it would stretch even her tight little holes to the limits.
When Frank jarred the sex-toy against her tiny arse hole I cheered. "Come
on," I called. "Shove it in the little fuck slut."

Sarah screamed and tried to move, but her father was just too strong,
and even he strained as he tried to force the huge object into the tiny
hole. Still again he was just too strong for the child, and the dildo
was forced into her. Sarah screamed.

I sat down on the box and settled Amy on my leg. While we watched her
older sister suffer I touched Amy. The little five year old opened her
legs for me, although it was obvious any arousal she had been feeling
had vanished when Sarah had started to scream. It didn't stop my arousal
though, and I rubbed Amy's little clit in my fingers and squeezed her
chest; feeling the flesh where her tits would one day grow... where here
tits would have grown and I kissed her neck, tasting the little girl.
She was mine, she was my little sex toy. She squirmed in my lap as I
played with her clit. It is hard not to get sexual pleasure even when
you aren't enjoying it.

Blood trickled down Sarah's legs by the time Frank had the whole thing
shoved into the little whore. The child grasped onto the table, so tight
that her knuckles had turned white. Her head rested against the bench
and she was sobbing. Letting out grunts at periodic times. Frank let go
and the dildo stayed in place. I doubted that Sarah would be able to
remove the damned thing even if she tried. I reached down and released
my stiff cock. It stood up straight between Amy's legs and pressed
against her soft pussy.

I placed my mouth against Amy's ear and kissed it, I pushed my tongue
inside it, and then whispered. "Oh little cunt girl, I want you to rub
your fanny up and down against my willy." I said.

"Ah huh," moaned Amy and she started to move her body, her hot little
cunt rubbed up against my stiff cock.

"Oh fuck baby," I groaned into her ear.

"Uncle Ian," she said.

"Ahh, yes honey," I said kissing her ear again.

"Can I have my food?" she asked.

I laughed and licked around her cute little ear hole. "Of course your
can," I said. "Just keep rubbing okay."

"Yes sir," my little Slut Fucker said.

As she leant forwards her body rubbed hard right up my shaft, that felt
so good, and then she leant back down chewing on the chips, little Amy
carried on grinding herself against my cock.

Frank grabbed each hold of Sarah's legs and bundled the child up onto
the bench. With her knees on either side of her meal, at least what
hadn't been spread further up the table. The thick dildo stuck a few
inches from her cute little arse. I had to frown; she had had such a
tight young arse, and, after having that monster inside it, I was sure
it wouldn't be the same again. I reached under little Sarah and took
hold of her nipple between my fingers. I twisted on it and the child
gasped. "Oh pleeeeaaase!" she cried.

I squeezed and pulled on Sarah's little nipple while baby Amy worked to
pleasure me, wanking me off with her cunt and legs. Even if she paused
every moment to eat some more. I licked her earlobe and sucked it into
my mouth. As I nibbled on it I had an idea. "I'll feed you baby," I
said.

"Oh yesss Uncle Ian," groaned the little girl.

From her rubbing, my cock was wet with cunt juices, and little Amy slid
up and down me with ease. I reached forwards and picked up a chip. I
then reached under little Sarah's body and rubbed it into the eight year
old cunt. After pulling my arm back, I fed the pussy flavoured chip to
Amy. "Mmm" the child moaned as she chewed on her food.

Reaching to flavour the food with Sarah was a little too much bother so
the next chip I rubbed into Amy's little pussy. I pushed it into and
then pulled it out, Amy obediently started to rub me again as soon as I
was away. It felt so good. She opened up for the chip. I pressed my face
into the child's golden hair, I kissed the top of her head. "I want you
to suck my cock," I told her.

"Oh... Uncle Ian," she sighed. "But I... err."

"It's okay," I groaned.

"I'll keep feeding you honey."

"Ohhhh yes, yes uncle Ian, but... umm, can you rub me... pleassse."

I kissed my little slut on the temple. "Of course honey."

The little girl shifted from my lap and lay, on her side, across the
box. Her legs were parted inviting my fingers. She took hold of my cock
in both of her little hands, and opened her mouth wide to pop it in. I
loved the way that just a little of my cock filled her mouth. I grabbed
some more of her food and rubbed it into my little girl. She moaned and
sighed as I ground her food into her little pussy. I let her up off of
my cock for a few moments to let her eat it and then she went back down
and I continued to feed my tiny slut.

Frank had devised his own game, and steadily pushed bits of cod and
several chips deep into his daughters abused little cunny. After
stuffing her he leant down and pressed his face over the hole. She
slapped Sarah's legs. "Fucking work it out you bitch," he snarled.

Sarah let out a shamed cry and then grunted she wriggled her backside
as she struggled to push out the food into her fathers mouth. Frank
repeated this several times before looking down at Sarah's food. "This
is getting cold," he muttered and picked up the sausage .

A wide grin spread across the man's face and he jarred it into her
cunt. Sarah's little body jerked about. "Oh oh!" she cried. "Oh please
its too hot... please take it out. Its burning."

Frank slapped Sarah's fat bum. "No it is not," he spat. "Its not hot
enough to do you any harm."

"STOP!" shrieked Sarah.

Frank fucked his daughter with the hot sausage. We were getting grease
every where, so much so that the area around Amy's cunt, and all over
her little nipples now shone with it. Amy was enjoying dinner time
impeccably; she sucked on me with enthusiasm, her little tongue doing
wonders, and her lower body eagerly rubbed hard against my hand and arm.

Sarah, on the other hand, was screaming her pretty little head off. Her
whole body was coated in sweat which beaded on the grease, her lovely
face screwed up in the torment she was enduring. It was no better when
Frank removed the meat from her cunt and used it to fuck her little
throat. The child choked on it, and finally bit it off to stop him.
Frank laughed at her and made her eat it all. He moved back around
behind her. "Now what?" he muttered to himself.

"No!" cried Sarah and she kicked at her father.

It hit the man in his stomach and he grunted and frowned. Wrapping his
arms around the child 's legs, Frank grabbed hold of the dildo lodged in
the little girls arse and twisted it Sarah screamed. He pushed the thick
black object even further into the little girl. Blood seeped from a
small tear in the bottom of the child's arse hole. "Will you be good,"
shouted Frank.

"Yes," screamed Sarah, "Oh fuck yes... I'll be good oh... I promise
I'll be good... sorry."

The little girl bawled her eyes out and Frank rubbed his hand into her
cunt. "I want you to do your wee-wee," he told her.

"Oh Daddy please no," sobbed Sarah.

"Do it," he growled.

The eight year old's body trembled but, after a few moments, a stream of
streaming urine poured from her little pussy down all over the poor
little sluts dinner. Frank reached over and grabbed a handful of Sarah's
black hair. The little girl cried out as she was pulled around on the
work bench her knees managed to land in both Amy and my dinner, but then
I wasn't really hungry anyhow.

Still rubbing hard into my little sluts cunt, I watched intently. Amy
seemed to have had enough to eat also, and was quite content to just
suck on my cock as if it were a baby's dummy.

"Get down there and eat," snarled Frank.

Sarah looked ill, she stared down at her food and shook her head. "Oh
Daddy, please don't make me do it."

Frank slapped the little slut across the cheek and spat into her face.
"I said eat," he roared slapping the pale skinned eight year old. He
grabbed his little daughters hair and shoved her face down into the
food.

Poor Sarah gagged and choked, however she knew that she didn't have any
choice in the matter. The eight year old girl opened her mouth and
started to eat. She realized that the only way to stop her fathers abuse
was to do what she was told, and to hope that he would be finished with
her soon.

My fingers slipped into Amy's wet little cunt, they were slick with her
slime, and went into the tiny hole with ease. Amy shifted and gave a
discomforted groan but she kept her mouth on me, perhaps hoping that I
wouldn't decide to put anything else inside her.

Keeping one finger in her tiny little hole I lifted the child up off of
me. She groaned when I pulled her up right and stood her over me, with
her legs on either side of me. She looked down at where my finger was
buried deep inside her and sighed. I rubbed on the little girls clit
with the index finger of my other hand. I ran the full length of my
finger back and forth against the sensitive little nub of flesh. Amy
lurched and grabbed onto my shirt. "Ahh," she gasped. "Oh Uncle Ian."

Her cute little girl voice was now a high pitched whine. "Uncle... ahh
ahh, oh ahh," she gasped. "Oh uncle Ian ohhhh."

The child 's boy shook and her face was creased up. I had never seen
anything so adorable as the sight of this little girl's first Orgasm.
After a few moments she threw her arms around my neck to steady herself
as her legs gave way. Her tiny body convulsed and the five year old girl
moaned excessively.

When the little girl had finally calmed down she kept a tight hold of
me while she caught her breath. "You liked that didn't you?" I asked.

"Ohhh yes Uncle Ian," her voice was barely audible.

I pulled her back a little so that I could get a look at her lovely
face. I licked it all over, and Amy sighed and opened her mouth so that
I could kiss her deep. "You see how much better it is when you do what
you are told honey?" I asked.

"Yesss," groaned Amy.

"Are you going to be a good little whore and do what you are told?" I
asked.

"Yesssss."

I took my finger from her little hole and sucked the juices from it.
God she tasted fucking great. "I want yo to sit down on me," I said.
"Push my big cock into your tiny little cunt."

"Oh Uncle Ian," moaned the child.

I placed my finger over her lips. "Shush," I said. "Don't be a bad
girl. It won't be so bad."

Amy bit down onto her lower lip and skinny legs bent at the knees. She
shook as she lowered her self onto my waiting and eager cock. To help I
guided the stiff shaft towards her little hole. Amy rested herself
against my fat man-meat, her big blue eyes filled with tears, the poor
little cunt looked so sorry for herself, so sexy. "Please Uncle Ian,"
she begged.

I leant to her and licked around her tiny ear. "Get down," I growled at
her and then took the entire thing into my mouth.

Amy pushed down onto my cock. As the head stretched her tiny cunt she
froze and lurched back up. However I grabbed hold of her thighs to keep
her in place, I didn't help her go down, I wanted her to that by
herself, I just stopped her from coming off of me. "Oh please," she
whined.

I made no answer, just kept her in place while I sucked on her tiny
ear. After a few moments Amy tried to push herself down again. There was
a sudden drop as the head popped into the sopping wet hole and almost an
inch plugged into the tiny little cunt, but Amy was only five and there
wasn't much more room in her vagina than that. "Ahh, its too big," she
cried. "Please let me go."

I took my mouth from the side of her head, I could feel the entrance of
her cervix with the head of my cock. I was in heaven. "You've got to get
it all inside," I told her.

"Oh I can't," she screamed.

I licked the tears form her cheeks. She really was a gorgeous little
cunt, only made better by the look of pain across her pretty features.
"All the way," I said.

"I can't," she repeated.

She tried to push down more but broke off screaming again. It was just
too much to ask a five year old to hurt herself like that. She just
couldn't. "Do you want me to help?" I asked.

The poor little girl gave a weak nod. I clasped onto her youngsters
waist and with a single thrust I forced the little girl all the way onto
my cock. Amy screamed her little head off and clutched onto me.
"Please," she cried. "Take it out."

"No," I said.

The way she was squirming around was driving me crazy. I had an urge
just to fuck her brutally, but the simple act of keeping her impaled on
me was just a great feeling. Amy squirmed and wriggled and screamed and
begged at me to let her go. To take my fat cock out of her undeveloped
cunt. All of it just made the experience the more pleasurable. I grabbed
the little girl's buttocks and kneaded them in my hands. I squeezed them
and pulled them apart displaying her pink little arse hole to the world.
Or to her step father at least.

Frank, who was using his cock to force food down his little girls
throat caught sight of the puckered little hole. He leant down and
kissed Sarah on the forehead. "That's a good girl," he said and turned
to me.

He sucked on his middle finger and came up behind Amy. The little girl,
still begging me to take my penis out of her baby pussy, was oblivious
to the man's approach. Until, that is, he shoved that finger deep into
her arse. Amy threw her head back and screamed. "Please," she shrieked.
"Make him take it out please."

Little Amy was so small inside that I could feel Frank's finger tight
against my cock. "Oh fuck yes," I groaned.

Frank pulled his finger out and grabbed the pot of KY-jelly we had
purchased earlier. "Do you think we'll both be able to get in there?" he
asked.

"There is not a chance in hell," I sighed. "But you are welcomed to
give it a go."

"No please stop it," was the reply Amy gave.

Frank smeared the jelly across Amy's arse hole. I felt each and every
time he pushed his finger into her as he poked my cock through the thin
partition between her vaginal passage and her bowels.

The large man grunted and groaned as he pressed his cock against her
tiny hole. I could feel the head push in and lodge up against me. Amy
bucked and thrashed about. Sweat poured down the little girls body.
Frank winced and pulled back out again. "Jesus," he muttered. "What we
need is something to stretch her out a bit. Don't move I'll be back in a
sec."

I was damned if I wasn't going to move now. I needed to fuck my child
whore. I needed it. I looked up, expecting to see Sarah still kneeling
on the bench but she was huddled in the corner of the room. Still bent
over, probably to limit the pain the dildo lodged in her bum was causing
her. At any other time I would have beaten the little cunt black and
blue for moving but at the moment, I didn't care.

I stood up, with my cock still buried deep into Amy's baby womb, I
carried the child and laid her across the bench, my body crushed her
small frame and I could hear that she was having trouble breathing. She
had been hyper ventilating anyhow and this was probably better for her.

I started to fuck my little baby whore, I forced my big fat cock in and
out of her tiny little cunny. The five year old child screamed her
little head off, at least during the short intervals where my weight
wasn't crushing the air from her lungs.

Frank reappeared all too soon, he carried a small dildo which he had
smeared in the KY-jelly. "Come on," he said.

I sighed and stood back up, myself still buried into my little girl. My
tiny little fuck whore. I used her small light body as a sex-toy moving
her up and down my cock. She still cried and begged although her words
were now incomprehensible. Frank pushed the dildo into her tiny little
rear passage and wriggled it around. As he said, he was trying to
stretch her hole out a little to make more room. That drove Amy crazy
and her tiny body thrashed about. "We'll go together," I told him.

I lifted the girl until just a tiny fraction of the head of my cock was
inserted into her tiny hole. Frank pulled the dildo out and pushed
against her arse hole. Then, together, we pushed inwards. I could feel
his cock laying up against mine as we pushed inside her.

Trapped between two big men the little child thrashed and screamed. I
couldn't have imagined how painful this must have been to her. That
point was highlighted when I felt her tear. I heard the skin of her cunt
ripping. She let out the loudest scream I had ever heard. It was
deafening and made objects in the room vibrate. Blood poured out of both
of her holes and dripped from her skinny legs as two of us tore open the
poor little girl in order to impale her on our cocks.

Amy's body went limp, the pain was just too much for the poor little
cunt and she blacked out. I felt Franks cock jerk, and that was all the
movement needed to bring me over the edge. The both of us cried out and
pumped the tiny five year old girl crushed between us full of hot and
sticky spunk. We let go of her and as our cocks receded the child
slipped from them and dropped like a stone into a puddle of her own
blood. The only indication that she was still alive was the slight rise
and fall of her flat little chest.



Chapter 7

Amy lay still and silent; her sweet little head lay nestled in my lap
and the little girl breathed small, shallow, and melodic breaths.
Gently, I ran my hand down her bare body, feeling the small rough scars
that now marred this, once perfect, infant.

Pulling back the corner of the curtain, I glanced down the road at
Frank pulling his dark haired daughter through the media circus that had
started to mill outside. Missing children were always popular news.
Although, admittedly, it made me very nervous to have Amy in my house
but it was now too late to get cold feet.

The little girl shifted in such a way that her bottom poked out from
under the covers. When she moved again, the five year old rolled and the
stitches in her pussy could be seen. My cock stiffened instantly and I
made a little groan. My lips curled into a smile, I took hold of the
blanket, and pulled it back over her sweet body.

Amy's eyes opened a crack, the little girl stared up at me for several
moments before tipping her head away and glancing around the room. When
Amy looked back up at me, she opened her mouth and, in a quiet hoarse
voice, said, "Where is... where is Sarah?"

It was touching, however I was pretty sure that she was really
wondering if Frank was still around, Amy had indeed taken a severe
disliking to that man. "Frank took her home baby," I said.

Amy relaxed visibly, she curled up against me, shifting more of her
body onto my lap. I stoked my fingers through her hair. "Do you want a
drink baby?" I asked. "Something to eat?"

The sweet five year old looked up at me and smiled. "Yes please uncle
Ian," she said softly.

Taking a firm hold of the little thing I stood up picking her up with
me. She shivered as the blanket fell away exposing her abused and naked
body to the cold air. Holding Amy in one hand, I crouched down and
grabbed the cover off of the sofa to wrap back around my little sex-toy.

I carried Amy into the kitchen and sat her on a stool at the breakfast
bar. She winced as her bottom pressed against the wood but, somehow,
managed to sit still. "You look very sexy," I told her.

Amy blinked her big blue eyes and then glanced out around the room
looking for the promised food.

I shook my head, this little toy had been through so much abuse these
last few days it was a wonder she was still aware at all. With a sigh, I
took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. The moment I
placed it onto the table, Amy grabbed it and gulped down the liquid.
Every move and every action Amy made was just so sexy. I was having a
hard time not thinking about it; I just wanted to fuck the child again.

Forcing my mind onto other things, I prepared us both a light tea. Amy
nibbled on her food. It was almost as if she was afraid that finishing
it would result in more hurt. Unfortunately for her, that was just about
right. I have no idea how or why but I was just helpless against this
baby girls sexuality. It occurred to me suddenly that I was deeply in
love with her... I had totally fallen for this little sex-goddess I
adored her and now, more than ever, I needed to hear her scream, I
needed to milk every ounce of torment from this five year old fuck-toy.

As much as I wanted to see her, and hear her, screaming and crying; I
was patient enough to let her finish her food. I sat opposite the child,
gaping while she took dainty bites from her food. My heart raced,
threatening to tear it self from my chest, my cock was so hard. I'd
fucked so much these last few days that I was beginning to get sore but,
still, it urged me to fuck her. After all, she was my little girl, I
could fuck her now or at any other time I felt like it. I wanted her
now.

I stood up out of my chair and rounded it until I was in front of Amy.
Without the slightest pleasantry I shoved my cock into her face. The
child's natural instinct was to repel but, after looking up at me, she
changed her mind and took hold of my fat manhood in her tiny hands. "Do
you want me to suck it?" she asked.

I slapped Amy across the cheek; the child yelped go of me. She looked
desperate, like she didn't know what to do, or what she had done. I
didn't give her any time to complete either thought, I grabbed her hair
and pulled her up. My face pressed against hers and my tongue pushed
into her open mouth. Amy gasped as I gave the sexy preteen bitch a long,
slow, and wet kiss.

The poor child was very confused, tears dripped down her cheeks and she
remained opened eyed throughout. I took great enjoyment of caressing her
tongue with my own, while my hands moved down her sweet little body. She
was such a tiny little thing, so delicate so sexy. I squeezed her
buttocks with my free hand and then pushed a finger into the tight
little hole.

Amy moaned into my mouth, more of a cry of pain than a moan. She tried
to pull way but I held her head fast against mine. She wriggled against
me, a series of yelps escaped her mouth but were muffled by my tongue.
Frank and I had torn the baby girl open that night, and then sewn her
back up using fishing wire while the little thing lay unconscious, as a
result I was sure that any kind of penetration was pure agony for my
little sex toy.

I pushed my finger in deeper. Amy screwed up her eyes, tears poured
down her sweet cheeks. I kept kissing her while I slowly pushed my digit
in all the way to the knuckle and wriggled it around inside her. All I
could think about was causing her more pain.

When I pulled my finger from her arse I also let go of Amy's head. The
child fell back onto the stool. She sat very still staring at me for
several moments before her face screwed up and the little thing started
to cry. Her whole body quivered, it was such a sexy sight! I took my
cock in my hand and started to wank furiously over the seductive five
year old. I couldn't help it, the tiny little fuck toy was just
irresistible. Although, it did occurred to me, why the fuck was I
wanking when I had a fuck toy in front of me.

I smacked Amy hard across the top of her head. The tiny child was
knocked from the chair, her tiny body tumbled hard against the tile
floor. She cried out with pain and shock and curled herself into the
foetal position, I pointed at the seat. "Get back up there," I told her.

The flirtatious little cunt scrambled back onto the stool. Giving an
audible scowl when her abused little arse pressed against the hard wood.
She'd lost her blanket on the floor and was now naked for me. I pointed
at my stiff cock. "Suck," I spat.

"Why didn't you just say that first!" she shouted at me, tears
streaming down her face. "I would have done it."

I slapped her cheek again and shoved my cock against her lips. With her
face screwed up as it was she should have been ugly but, to me, she was
more beautiful than ever. Amy opened her sweet lips and took my stiff
penis inside. She closed her mouth around it and sucked hard.

"Ahh," I gasped.

I grabbed hold of the little bitches blond hair and rammed my cock into
the back of her throat. The child's tiny hands pressed against my legs;
she was trying so hard to push her self off of the thick rod that filled
her throat. It was just utterly cute! I fucked into her face hard and
fast. Ramming my hard cock against the tiny opening of her throat. Amy
choked, she screaming when she could but mostly she just made small
gagging sounds and pushed at my legs. As a result, it was almost no time
at all before I dragged my cock from her mouth and shot my load over her
gorgeous face.

It struck across her lips and into her open mouth. Some stuck to her
nose and a little dripped from her chin and onto her chest but most of
it clung to her lips. It was a beautiful sight. I just couldn't help
myself. I pulled her head towards mine and kissed her, I smeared my
spunk between our faces, I could smell it and I could taste it. I could
smell little girl, and I could taste little girl. I had never known such
an exhilarating cocktail.

I hugged the baby girl in tight against me, so that I could feel her
small warm body pressed against mine as I sucked on her mouth. Amy's
arms wrapped around my waist and she squeezed me; quite content to cry
while I kissed her.

I stood up, picking the little doll up with me, and carried her up the
stairs into my bedroom. I laid her down gently onto the bed and closed
the door. Amy sat up and watched me. She was still shaking the poor
thing. I smiled at her. "Get in," I told her. "Make it all warm for me."

Rather tentatively Amy climbed under the covers and sunk down until
only her pretty little head stuck out. I'd planned on sleeping with the
child tonight and had brought a set of the handcuffs up earlier. I took
them now and climbed into the bed with the child. Fishing out one of her
arms I pulled it out from under the duvet, snapped the cuffs around that
one wrist and secured her to the bedpost.

Amy looked perplexed. I grinned and leant forwards to give her a little
kiss on the tip of her nose, "So you don't get away," I told.

"I wouldn't," she said.

I ran my hand to her pussy and stroked on it gently. "I know baby," I
told her. "But it also makes you look really cute and sexy."

Amy pressed her legs together. Although I couldn't see, I felt her do
it. I can't say that I blamed her for that reaction but it wasn't like
she had a choice whether or not I fucked her! I pulled on her free arm,
dragging the tiny five year old onto my chest. As I clasped onto her
buttock with my other hand the baby girl gave a cock twitching gasp of
pain. "Ow," she moaned.

I pushed my finger between her closed legs running it up into her
crack. Laying small kisses on her face I said, "Come on now honey, open
up."

Amy's lower lip trembled and fresh tears flooded her eyes, they spilled
out down her cheeks as the infant parted her legs. I leaned into her and
kissed her eyes, gently licking up her cute little tears. "Ahh baby," I
said. "What's all this for?"

Amy sniffed and, in a tiny voice, said, "Y-you are going to fuck me."

I couldn't lie to my baby. "Yes honey, "I said. "I am."

"Don't," whined Amy. "Please let me suck you again, please don't put
your willy in me again. I hurt there!"

I stroked my hand gently over her smooth little pussy. "Oh baby," I
said. "I have to fuck you."

"No you don't."

I placed one of my fingers over her sweet lips, "Shhh," I sounded. "I
love you honey, I love you so much... do you love me?"

Amy hesitated. She took a deep breath. "Yes," she whispered. "I love
you too... I love you Uncle Ian."

My heart melted away and my cock stiffened up like an iron rod. "Kiss
me honey," I said.

I parted my lips a little and my sweet little girl shifted up me, she
poked her small pink tongue out and slipped it into my mouth. I groaned
and ran my hands down her tiny body cupping her buttocks and squeezing
them.

Amy flinched as I kneaded the tortured area but the sweet baby kept
kissing me. After a little while Amy broke off to catch her breath, she
stared directly at me with her big baby blue eyes. "You see honey," I
said. "When two people love each other they have to have sex."

"B-but I don't want to have sex," whimpered Amy.

A strand of her golden blond hair fell in front of her eyes, and I
moved my hand brush it away. "Sexy, do you want me to get mad with you?"
I asked.

Amy froze up and shook her head.

I licked my tongue across her lips. "What is worse baby? Having sex
with me, or making me mad?"

"Making you mad," squeaked Amy her small hand moved up to the lump on
her head. The little girl lowered her head and shook. "I'm sorry," she
blubbered.

I cupped the child's chin in my hand and lifted her head up so I could
see her face. I brushed her hair out of th way. "Do you want sex now?"

Amy shrugged.

I raised an eye brow.

"Y-yes," she murmured. "I want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck
me."

I kissed my sweet little thing again, snaking my tongue deep into her
tiny mouth. When I pulled away I ran my fingers across her cheek. "Thats
my girl," I said softly.

I rolled over, taking Amy with me, until I lay on top of the five year
old fuck toy. She groaned and strained to breath as I crushed her small
body under me. "Please," she moaned.

I displaced some of my weight off of the tiny girl, although only
because I needed to in order to pull the small thing down into the bed
to where my cock could get at her. As I nuzzled my stiff penis against
the child's damaged and brutalized cunny, Amy gave a high-pitched yelp
and I suddenly became frightened that one of the neighbours might hear.

After glancing about myself I pulled open the draw of the bedside
table, took out a handkerchief and balled it up. "Open wide," I told
her.

Sniffing back her tears, Amy opened her little mouth. This child was so
tiny that even the hanky filled it up. Next, I leant over to the chair,
which sat next to my bed and grabbed the belt from my dressing gown.
Turning back to the hot little girl I had under me I used it to tie the
gag in place.

Amy said mumbled something but I only got a few moans. I smiled; she
looked so cute, her cheeks were puffed and a scrap of the white rag hung
out of her lips. I kissed the child on the forehead and returned to
rubbing my cock against her fat little cunt.

Amy's eyes tilted in testament to how much even this much contact was
hurting her. Tears dripped from them again. She'd dehydrate herself if
she carried on at this rate. That was the last thought to cross my mind
before I plunged into her. There wasn't very much give to Amy's pussy
and, almost instantly, I felt the stitches tear away. Amy's eyes
expanded until it looked like they might pop out of her head. Little
mewling sounds escaped the gag but try as she might, the child's
desperate screams didn't get louder than that. "Oh fuck yes," I groaned
into her face, drawling saliva over it. I pulled my cock out few inches
and I drove straight back in; smacking through the child's cervix and
into her tiny, immature womb. Amy's hysterical screams tickled my very
soul. My lovely angle had such a beautiful voice, even muffled, as it
was, by the handkerchief.



Amy, as always, was a great fuck and soon I was pumping my cum deep
into her little belly. Finishing up I rolled off and slipped out of my
little girl. She was crying and staring into space. I'd probably caused
damage this time. Her little cunt should have been left alone but I
couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms around the little doll and
rolled onto my back, lifting her up and onto my chest. Her small head
buried into my shoulder and I could hear her soft sobs.

I closed my eyes and sighed. The sexy sounds Amy was making soothed me;
the noise that a crying girl makes has a rather hypnotic affect. I
drifted off to sleep at that most beautiful of sounds.





I lay there halfway between slumber and the wakening world. Oddly at
rest but somehow aware. Aware of Amy's warm breath whistling though her
nose into my ear, ticking me, I was also aware of her heart thumping
away in her chest, it resounded through me. It was all so sexy. My
carnal instinct kicked in before I did and a thought ran across my mind.
I could be listening to her scream.

My eyes opened. My cock was stood stiff resting against Amy's legs. My
little girl's head pressed against mine, I could just see where the gag
bulged her cheeks from he corner of my eye. It was a wonder she'd not
choked herself during the night. Gently as I could, I slipped the child
off of me. She stirred but didn't wake. That was good, I wanted this to
be a surprise to her. I climbed out of bed and pulled the covers off of
her small naked body. Blood stained most of the bed but it wasn't as bad
as I had feared. Her pussy seemed to have faired rather well during the
night. Although I promised myself that I would leave off of fucking her
cunt or arse for the day ahead. Her mouth was plenty good enough.
Besides there were plenty of other ways to abuse this baby.



She shivered but stayed laying quite still on her back, her legs
slightly apart showing me her torn little pussy. I stroked on my cock
whilst admiring her small abused form. It is hard to believe how a burnt
and beaten child can be suck a turn on. My mind prodded me, again
flashing the thought which had woken me up.

As carefully as I could I pulled Amy's free hand out and cuffed it the
other bed post, then wrapped a rope around her left ankle and tied it
off to the foot of the bed. I was tempted to tie the other one as well;
the one thing I didn't want was for her to roll over but I feared that
doing so might wake her. I went over to where the computer was set up on
the desk and pulled the power cord from the back of the monitor. I'd
never realized it was so long, about six foot. Not that I minded. I
folded the cord in half and approached my baby girl. She was so tranquil
like that, fast asleep and barely moving. So peaceful and, despite her
many scars, she looked innocent. I grinned and raised my hand over my
head and then, with as much force as I could put behind it, I brought
the power cord down across the battered and abused mound of this five
year old's pussy.

Amy's eyes snapped open and she shrieked into the gag; struggling, she
started to thrash her baby body about. I hit her again across her pussy.
Oh it was so beautiful, I spent what must have been minutes
concentrating my blows on that small area, covering the tops of her
thighs, her vulva, and her lower belly with long red welts. Blood seeped
from many of them. It was gorgeous and I was nowhere near finished. I
started to inch up her small body. Striking the electrical cord across
her flat belly, leaving long red and raised stripes in my wake. Tears
flooded down Amy's cheeks and she squirmed and she thrashed. Her one
free leg kicked round and she screamed into the gag; her begging eyes
glared at me.

I paused on her chest for a few moments, trying to bash both of her
pretty burnt little nipples, only once I'd given each of them several
blows did I move up further. I sneered and then lashed out at her face.
One blow after another, I smashed in her button nose and blood poured
out, I cut her cheek, I was trying to keep away from her eyes. I stopped
when I noticed that the blood coming from her nose was causing her
trouble with breathing. I didn't want to kill her just yet. So I started
to whip her legs instead.

I put the cord down when I realized that Amy was no longer breathing.
Her little body was thrashing around and she was awake but she couldn't
breathe. I watched her like that for several moments, the baby girl
trying to force air through the blood that clogged her nose, "Oh baby,"
I sighed and knelt down by her to kiss her forehead.

I untied the gag from her mouth and pulled it out. I let Amy take a
single gasping breath before I clamped my hand on her mouth. The five
year old moaned at me trying to pull her head away, I know she wanted
more air. I slapped her face. "Look at me," I snapped.

Amy stopped struggling, she squirmed about and glared at me with
puppy-dog eyes. "No screaming," I told her. "Okay."

Amy nodded.

I let go of her mouth and Amy gasped in more air and I untied her. She
hung her head against her chest and panted breathlessly for several
moment. She snapped her head up and glared at me. Her little hands
curled into fists and she hit at my arm. "I hate you," she cried.

Then she burst into tears. I frowned and pulled her onto my lap.
Despite what I had just done and her harsh words she had no qualms about
cuddling into me. "Shh," I whispered, stroking my hand across her back..
"Its all over now,"

Amy kept a tight grip on me, her face pressed into my neck and she
sobbed, her whole body trembled. As much as I wanted to just keep hold
of my sexy little thing, I still had my problematic erection to deal
with. "Amy," I whispered. "Look at me doll."

My little darling did as she was told and looked up at me, the hate in
her eyes had been replaced with self pity and fear. It was all quite
cute and I couldn't help but kiss her again. When I looked back up I
smiled at her. "I want you to suck my cock now okay baby?"

The tiny five year old shrugged, and then nodded. "Yes," she said very
quietly.

Despite her agreement Amy didn't seem to want to move and clung to me
for several moments. When she did move, Amy slipped slowly off of my
lap. As she glanced up at me I became sure I'd broken her pretty little
nose, although the damage to her face was otherwise minimal. She took
hold of my cock in both hands and opened her sweet little mouth, leaning
over she took the fat rod inside.

I closed my eyes and groaned, enjoying the feeling of Amy's mouth on my
cock. I stoked my hands through her hair but otherwise left the little
slut alone to do her job. I relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash
over me and shot my load into the child's waiting mouth. Amy choked but
swallowed it all, just like the good little whore that she was. Licking
her lips, Amy looked back up at me. I leant down and placed my mouth
right over them and pushed my tongue inside her mouth to give her a long
slow kiss. After a small peck on the tip of her broken nose I stood up.
"Come on honey," I said. "Lets get you cleaned up."

I picked up the small girl and she wrapped her legs around me so that I
could feel her hot little pussy pressed against my belly. Amy was such
an erotic little girl. Squeezing her buttocks in my hands I carried her
into the bathroom.





Amy didn't want to be put in her cage, even after several slaps to her
face, legs and arse she fought me tooth and claw. However I needed her
out from under my feet during the day. I couldn't let her wonder the
house. Even after I had bundled her into the tiny cage she begged me to
promise her that I'd be back soon. I made no such promise and as I
closed the door of her little room I heard her screaming. Being locked
in a tiny cage in a room, which was totally silent and pitch black, had
to be torturous. It was hard not to feel pity for the poor little thing.

Still I had to lock her up, I needed her out of the way while I cleared
away any trace of her. I stripped the sheets of my bed and shoved them
down in the cellar, I would have liked nothing better than to have
burned my mattress but I couldn't afford the attention that might
afford.





At about midmorning I got a knock on my door. A glance out of the
window told me it was the police, again, my heart was in my throat as I
went to answer the door but I reassured myself that had they truly
thought I had Amy, they'd be using a ram to knock. So I answered it. I
raised my eyebrow, not in the least bit surprised to see Carl; I smiled
at my former classmate. "Can I help?" I asked.

Carl took off his hat and wiped his forehead, "It's okay Ian, we were
just wondering if you'd seen Elaine? We know you two are friends."

"Elaine?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"She's missing," said Carl. "Since last night, Frank called us just
after he got in and told us that she'd not come home."

"Abigale told us this morning that she'd seen her driving out of town,"
he said. "We hoped that she was mistaken, you know how Abigale can get."

Abigale was a ninety something year old woman who lived on the very
edge of the village. She was actually very nice, if a little senile.
"Elaine's missing?" I asked. I couldn't believe it, I knew that she was
under a lot of stress with her daughter missing and all, but she was not
the type of person to go without telling anyone. Of course Carl also
knew that.

"We were wondering if she told you anything?" said Carl. "I know you've
not exactly been on the best terms since the... since you broke up but
from all reports you two seemed to have made up. Damn you even made up
with Frank and I thought the two of you would be at each others throats
until you died."

I shook my head, I must have looked shocked, I was shocked. "I've
not... she didn't say anything. She asked me to talk to Frank
because..." I paused.

"Because he was beating her," added Carl.

I paused and nodded.

"Some people are talking," said Carl. "Just about the whole town knows
that Frank was hitting Elaine. They say... Its been suggested that
Elaine took Amy to some friends or something as an excuse to get away
from Frank."

I could have laughed, in fact I was barely able to suppress it. Elaine
I knew she wouldn't do that, I knew the one thing she wanted was
stability for Amy, that was why our breakup was so painful for her, and
the same reason she went with Frank in the first place. She would have
died before putting Amy though any kind of upheaval again; but that
didn't answer why Elaine was missing. I knew that she certainly hadn't
taken Amy; after all the kid was locked up in my cellar, why then had
she gone missing? However I kind of liked the idea that the blame was
shifting to her. "I haven't heard from her since yesterday morning,
I..." I stopped. I didn't know what else to say.

"That's okay," said Carl he paused. "You know I hope that she did make
a run for it with Amy. I know Frank would never hurt a child..."

I had to hold my breath for that one.

"... but I've heard Elaine screaming... and crying... if she'd only
asked for help... I... I'll see you later Ian."

I frowned, Carl had always been one to recoil at violence, that was why
he'd chosen to become policeman, however he never could stick his nose
into a fight, even now, even though just knowing about it tore the man
apart. I wondered briefly what he'd do if he knew what I was doing to
Amy, or even Sarah. He'd probably throw up. "Later," I said.

Carl turned around and walked slowly down the drive and climbed back
into the car. Without a word to each other the two policemen drove off
down the road. I took a deep sigh and went back inside.

I had barely sat down when the doorbell went again. Swearing under by
breath, I got up to answer it again. It was a pleasant surprise when
Frank shoved Sarah though the door. I had been about to call him. As
soon as the door was closed I opened my mouth ask him about Elaine but
he spoke first. "Did you hear?" he piped in, and took a deep breath.
"I've got an idea but I need you to babysit."





Franks idea was bold, to say the least, but we were already chest deep
in shit and wading in up to our necks didn't seem quite so unpleasant as
it might have done. Admittedly I suffered from the same problem as
Frank, in that this was too good to turn down. So I agreed to babysit
for him, not that I needed much prompting, spending a few hours alone
with Sarah was very appealing.

When her father left the eight year old brunette stood in the centre of
my living room looking around herself. She looked very nervous. I sat
down in my chair and smiled at her. "How's your bum?" I asked.

Sarah shifted visibly, after having that huge dildo shoved up her arse
for so long, I wasn't surprised as to her response. "It-it hurts sir,"
she murmured.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, well I guess it would," I told her and
tapped my knee. "Come here."

Sarah swallowed hard, she looked around at the door, knowing that she
could run away but also knowing what her father and I would do to her if
she dared. She looked back around at me and shuffled forwards, climbing
up onto my lap. She perched on me, resting her knees on the either side
of my legs rather than actually sitting down; probably to keep any
pressure off of her abused little arse. I admired her for a few moments,
the little thing was a little more well dressed than the day before,
although I had dressed her then; so it was hardly a surprise.

She wore a pink sweatshirt which had 'Sarah' stitched onto the left
breast, and wore a long black skirt. Her knees, clad in white tights,
poked out. Tiny pink and white trainers fit snugly to the child's feet.
She was quite adorable, staring up at me with big green puppy-dog eyes.
Running my hand over her tights, I slipped it up her Sarah's skirt and
onto her pert little bottom. I squeezed the soft flesh, causing the
child to gasp in discomfort. I eased my hand inside her knickers and
worked my finger into the crack until it pressed against her abused
sphincter muscle. "Oh please don't," she begged moments before I shoved
my finger inside.

The child cried in pain. My finger slipped inside easier than it would
have done only the day before; the muscle hardly even pressed around my
finger anymore. I had to admit that it was something of a
disappointment, I'd have to have a word or two to Frank about damaging
his daughters holes. With a sigh I pulled my finger out of the eight
year old getting a second gasp from the child. Taking hold of Sarah's
jumper I pulled it up exposing the little yellow tee shirt the child wore
underneath. With all these layers of clothing it almost like she was
daring me to see how much I really wanted to use her. I leant forwards
and pressed my lips up against hers and slotted my tongue into her
mouth.

Sarah gave a quiet groan and kissed me back. It was as plain as day how
much this little girl loved to be kissed. I ran my hands up her belly
and onto her chest, I felt the oversensitive nipples, little hard limps
on her otherwise flat chest. I took them both between my fingers and
squeezed. Sarah opened her mouth wide and gasped, as she lent back I
lent forwards into her keeping our mouths joined and our tongues
together. When she turned her head away to the left I twisted on her
nipples.

Sarah barked in pain, her pretty body twisted and her small hands
clasped over mine. "Let go please," she begged.

My fingers tightened over her nipples and I twisted my the poor child's
nipples even further around. Sarah gave a series of little cries. I
gathered the saliva in my throat and spat it into the eight year old's
face. Sarah screwed her eyes shut; tears poured down her cheeks. "I've
got some work for you to do okay babe?" I asked.

Sarah nodded frantically. "Yes sir," she whimpered.

I let go of the child's nipples. Sarah winced and grabbed hold of them
herself. She stared at me, trembling and crying. I shifted forwards a
little I reached into my pocket to take out two small screw clamps. "I
was saving these for Amy," I told her. "But I think you'd look quite
cute in them."

Sarah squeezed her flat tits tighter and shook her head. I gave her a
little, if rather hard, love tap across her cheek. "Lift up your top,
show me your nipples," I told her.

Swallowing hard, Sarah gave a whimper and ran her hands down to the
bottom of her tee shirt. With a deep breath, the little girl lifted it
up, displaying her battered young body until she had bared her pink
little nipples. With a smile I leant forwards and took one into my
mouth. I sucked on it hard running my tongue over the little bud. Sarah
moaned in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Her small young body
wriggled around on my lap and I felt her nipple seize up in my mouth.
Just the way I wanted it. I took my mouth off of it and placed one last
kiss on the small teat. I looked at Sarah's face; the little girl had
her eyes closed and was breathing deeply.

I placed the clamp over her nipple and pulled the tender skin through
the evil jaws. Sarah sniveled, her hands gripping tight to my shirt, the
poor child was trebling. I quickly twirled the screw. The sharp teeth,
which lined the clap, bit down into her nipple and Sarah screamed. I
grabbed her head clasping my hand over her mouth. "Shut it," I snapped.

Breathing hard and fast though her little nose, Sarah looked at me and
tried to nod. When I let go of her head, the child glared at me. "Please
stop," she said.

The clamp hung from her chest, it crushed her small nipple, but not
quite enough for my tastes. When I touched it, Sarah jerked and gave a
little yelp. I took the screw in my hand again and continued to tighten
it. The eight year old clamped her teeth down onto her lip and, after a
few moments, blood trickled down her chin.

Sarah's small body stayed very tense while I put the second clamp on
her. Blood smeared across her chin and lips. She was a good girl, used,
in sense of the word, to being abused in a violent way, she knew how to
keep herself quiet. I found it quite sexy. Almost as sexy as the sight
of the two small clamps hanging from her chest. I sighed and took hold
of the sexy eight year old's head in my hands, I pulled her into me and
pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her saliva and warm blood smeared
between our faces. Much to my surprise I found the taste to my liking. I
ran my hand up her skirt and slipped it down the front of her knickers.
I worked my finger into her tight little crack. Sarah opened her legs
further, oh I loved this little child whore.

"Pull you top down," I told her when I broke off the kiss.

Sarah gave a yelp of pain as her tee shirt and jumper brushed over the
clips. "Please can I take them off?" she begged.

I grabbed hold of both of them through her clothes and Sarah howled.
"Don't ask again," I spat at her. "Get up."

Very slowly the child pulled herself off of my lap and got to her feet
in front of me. She stood shaking, her eyes pressed closed and she
sobbed. "Take down the back of your knick-knicks," I told her. "Bend
over I want to show you what happens if you a bad girl this afternoon."

Sarah's eyes snapped open. "No please," she cried. "I'll be good I
promise."

"You've just been bad," I sneered at her. "Bend over and get your arse
out."

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and leant over the arm of the chair. She
gasped loudly when her nipples were pressed down and the clamps
disturbed. She pulled up the back of her skirt and eased down her tights
and knickers. Sarah shook visibly as she displayed her sexy and abused
arse to me. I stood up and took my belt off. When I snapped it in my
hand the child flinched. "Oh pleeease," she moaned into the cushion.

I ignored the child's pleas and started to whip at her arse as hard as
I could. After the treatment that Frank and I had given her the day
before, I needed to make sure that I hit her hard enough to get her
attention. Sarah pressed her face harder into the chair and cried her
sweet little eyes out. Her muffled screams really got my cogs turning
but I didn't want sex yet. I took her hair and pulled her to her feet.
Upon grabbing her cheeks in one hand and turned her head towards the
kitchen. "See that," I told her. "When its all clean you can take those
clips off okay?"

Sarah nodded, her little hands went to grab her tights and knickers
hanging around her knees but slapped them away. "Stay like that," I told
her. "It makes you look like a cute little slut."

"Oh," murmured Sarah. "Yes sir."

I gave the child's arse one more squeeze, then watched her shuffle out
of the room and into the kitchen. I heard the baby girl burst into tears
as she started to do her work. She continued to sob right up until the
point the plate smashed against the tile floor.

She'd been out there for at least an hour, although it wasn't really
very messy she was being slow and awkward. Although the clips on her
nipples might of had something to do with it. When I heard the china
breaking I grabbed my belt and went to investigate. The poor child was
at door into the back garden trying frantically to open it. "Please,"
she sobbed at the door. "Please."

I coughed. Sarah gasped and collapsed to the floor, her legs kicked out
frantically and the terrified child scrambled into the corner. She
didn't even dare look at me. "Please," she cried. "It was an accident
I'm sorry... please!"

I doubled the belt over in my hand and snapped it.

Sarah flinched and curled up into a ball. "No I'm sorry it was an
accident," sobbed the little girl.

"Come here Sarah," I said.

"No!" cried the child. "It was an accident... no."

I took a deep breath. "Don't make me come over there you, you clumsy
little slut," I spat. "Get here now."

Sarah looked at me and then closed her eyes. The eight year old tart
pushed forwards onto her hands and knees and crawled slowly across the
cold kitchen floor until she was knelt at my feet. Her big green eyes
were swollen and red and she stared at me in a most sexy, and
beseeching, manner. I snapped my belt again enjoying the way it made the
child cower. "Stick your whore arse in the air bitch," I told her.

Sarah gave me one last pleading look before lowering her head and
mumbling, "Yes sir."

The eight year old shuffled around and lifted her skirt up to show me
her sexy little bottom. She pressed her face into the tiles of the
kitchen floor and stuck her backside upwards, it quivered in
anticipation of the beating. "Not a sound," I warned her.

Sarah moved her hand and bit into it, just below her thumb. I licked my
lips and started to beat her again. Of course a beating for actually
being naughty had to be much more severe than the one I'd given as a
demonstration and I whipped this child's sexy little arse until she
couldn't take any more. Sarah collapsed in a heap, her face was purple
from where she'd been holding her breath, so desperate not to cry out.
She now took in rapid breaths, her whole body shook visibly. I shifted
the lump bulging in the front of my trousers. "Come on sex kitten," I
said to her. "We need to get Amy ready."

Sarah managed to pull herself up to her knees, she wiped at her face
with her hands, smearing the tears across it. She really did have
terrible case of the shakes. "P-p-please sir," she squeaked. "C-can I-I
take these c-clips off?"

I crouched down in front of her. Without giving her the slightest
warning I grabbed hold of both the clips and pulled her up with me.
"Ahhh-ahhh!" cried Sarah as she was pulled to her feet.

While she had her mouth wide open I spat into it, covering her tongue
with my saliva. "No," I said. "You were a bad girl."

When I let go Sarah squealed and hugged herself. I stroked her face.
"Shh now," I said. "It'll be okay."

I brushed my hand into her dark hair and took a hold of it. I tugged it
a little and Sarah followed me. I led the weeping child down into the
cellar and into Amy's little room. When I turned the light on Amy's eyes
glanced at me. "Uncle Ian," she sobbed.

I crouched down by the tiny cage. The poor little five year old could
hardly move an inch. It was a sexy predicament. "How's your nose?" I
asked. It was red and swollen. I'd reset the bone whilst she was in the
bath, I knew it was indeed broken. I pushed a finger through the bars of
the cage against it.

Amy mewled in pain and her baby body jerked about in the confined
space.

"Stop it!" cried Sarah.

I must admit the eight year old's reaction surprised me. I looked up at
her. "I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"Stop being mean to Amy," the sexy child's voice didn't have quite as
much conviction in it this time.

I stood up and approached Sarah. The eight year old backed away from me
until she rested against the wall. "Lift up your tee shirt," I told her.

Sarah knew she was in trouble and she also knew it wasn't really worth
making it any worse on herself. So the schoolgirl grabbed onto her
jumper and tee shirt and pulled them up. She knew what I wanted to see
were the two clips that hung from her nipples.

I flicked on each of them and Sarah shrieked in pain. "I want you to
stay like that," I told her. "Okay?"

"Y-yes sir."

I left the room only momentarily to get a box of pins from one of the
bags in the cellar. When I returned I was happy to see that Sarah had
been a good girl and not moved. Still she needed to be taught a lesson.
I walked back to her keeping her pinned into the corner of the room.
"Hands on your head," I ordered.

Sarah did as she was told. Her baby body still shook desperately. "If
you manage to keep them there," I told her. "I'll only put five in each,
if you move them I'll make it ten is that clear."

Sarah nodded. "Yes sir."

I took a pin in my hand and jabbed it into her chest, just above the
little clamp on her left nipple. The little girl opened her mouth and
yelled with pain. She gripped onto her hair to force her hands to stay
in the right place. I was rather proud of the sexy thing, she actually
managed to stay still through all ten pins. I'd plunged them in deep and
only the coloured balls were exposed above her skin. Tears streamed down
the poor little sluts face. "Now Sarah," I said. "You should be a good
little girl from now on okay?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes sir," she whispered.

"We are going to be spending lots of time together so you need to do
what you are told and I won't hurt you so bad."

"Yes sir."

"Good girl," I stroked my hand through her hair. "Come now baby help me
get Amy out so we can get her dressed."





Amy actually looked happy. It was a big change from this little girl's
constant sniveling. She bounced on my lap. It was getting dark outside
and I had chanced bringing the children up to the living room. Sarah
still had the needles buried in her chest but I had taken the clips off
for good work helping me with Amy.

Amy grinned and cuddled into me, the sexy child was now wore a small
pink outfit, trousers and a zip-up jacket with a cartoon character on
the breast. It was soft to the touch and looked very sexy. She wore
nothing underneath which was also quite erotic, just the knowledge that
to get to her nipples all I needed to do was unzip it. Sarah sat on the
sofa to my left, she was still shaking and was chewing on her own nails.
I'd made her stop crying but she wasn't having a good time with it.

When I heard the door from the garage open butterflies flooded into my
belly. I licked my lips and breathed deeply. This was it. I heard her
before I saw her. "Amy," she called.

The child's head shot up and around "Mummy!" she cried.

The door from the kitchen opened and Elaine stood there, tears flooded
from the woman's eyes. "Oh god Amy where have you been?" she cried.

Amy leaped from my lap and ran for her mother. Just then, Franks big
form filled the door behind Elaine and the child hesitated. She turned
around and ran back to me. "No!" she cried.

Elaine looked hurt and confused.

"Don't worry," I said. "She just loves me; don't you babe?"

"Yes uncle Ian," murmured Amy.

Elaine was struck silent. When she finally spoke she sounded on the
brink of breaking down. "Ian what is going on here?" She asked.

"I'm afraid," Frank said. "Ian and I have a problem."

Elaine turned around to face her husband and the man hit her. His fist
stuck the woman directly in the stomach and she collapsed onto the
floor.

Franks large work boot came down and presses against Elaine's throat,
stopping her from catching her breath and, more importantly, stopping
her from screaming. "Mummy," sobbed Amy.

I placed my hand on the five year old's bottom and shushed her. "Hey
baby that's enough be a good girl." The child buried her face in my
shoulder, preferring to hide away than watch her mother being hurt.

I stood picking the five year old up with me and crouched down next to
Elaine, my hands were kneading Amy's buttocks and Elaine's eyes were
locked on them. "I'm sorry Elaine," I said. "But I've had Amy all
along."

The woman tried to say something but Frank pressed his foot down more
to cut it off before she made a sound. "I love you so much Elaine, I
always have," I continued. "Frank loves you just as much; of course he
has you already but we share everything now. I've given him Amy, he's
given me his daughter. We both want you to."

I stood up and turned around. "Ian wha..." I heard Elaine croak.

"Oh baby," Frank laughed. "You really know how to choose um. Not just
two paedophile in your life but two real bastards."

I slipped my hand down Amy's trousers feeling her smooth skin against
my hand. "I'm sorry Elaine, we obviously can't keep you," I said. Amy
squeezed her arms tight around my neck. "I'm afraid baby, we're going to
have to kill you."

Chapter 8

Elaine sat shivering and shaking with her arms wrapped around her
knees; hugging them tight into her chest. She stared at me with those
piercing green eyes of hers, occasionally turning her head away to cast
her gaze over to her daughter. When she did that the chains attached to
her collar rattled quietly. Elaine shifted again wrapping her cardigan
tightly around herself. The woman moaned something around her gag
although I barely heard she'd even made a noise, although the sucking
sound that came next was quite audible as the poor woman tried to stop
herself from drooling.

I doubted that, even now, she fully comprehended exactly what was going
on. Although I couldn't imagine what was going through the woman's mind
at that moment - her two most recent lovers had already kidnapped her
daughter and had then threatened to kill her.

The faint rattling drew my attention back to the woman and I noticed
she was fiddling with the collar again, I sighed and stood up. I moved
in front of her and crouched down. "I told you not to do that," I
muttered and slapped the whore across her face. The grunt that emitted
from behind the brunettes gag was quite beautiful. "Didn't I?" I slapped
her again.

Elaine gave a pathetic nod and lowered her arms. The tears started
again. The woman was trying her best not to break down and cry but even
she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Leaving the tearful mother where she was I sat back down onto the
wooden box and turned to my baby. "Amy," I chimed. "Go get that flat
board over there and come here."

Amy looked at me with tears flooding into her eyes now. "What did I do
wrong?" she wept.

That started Elaine off - the five year old had realized my intentions
long before her mother. The bitch pulled at the chain of her collar and
at the shackles that locked her feet to the floor. "Nothing honey,"
I said loudly to ensure that Elaine would hear me despite the noise she
was making. "But mummy has been bad and I have to punish you now."

"But..."

"Do you want to be a bad girl?"

"No sir..."

"Get me the board and come here, if Mummy is good then I wouldn't have
to hurt you."

Amy started to cry and Elaine stopped struggling - instead of the
piercing glare that promised evil intent she now stared at me with puppy
dog eyes begging mercy for her sweet young daughter. It was such and
erotic gaze! Amy placed the board on my lap and stared up at me with
much the same look on her face. It was often that Elaine and Amy didn't
look at all like mother and daughter - in fact if one were to guess
they'd probably say that Sarah was Elaine's Daughter and Amy was Franks
not vice-versa. However seeing them like this now there was no mistaking
that Amy was Elaine's. They both gave me the same puppy-dog 'fuck me up'
stare that I love so much. For that matter, they both had the same 'fuck
me' smile too but I doubted that I'd see that on either of them again.

I frowned at Amy and my five year old sex-slave shuffled around so that
she was facing her Mummy. Slowly she bent over, gripped the back of her
soft pink track-suit bottoms. and slowly drew them down to show me her
gorgeously fat little bum. Bruises, marks, welts, and cuts littered the
once perfect flesh; it occurred to me that it was more humane to kill
Amy - a five year old could only take so much abuse. I loved her too
much to break her body beyond use and keep her alive. "Turn around
baby," I said softly. "Show Mummy how much of a bad girl you have been
since you've been with me."

"Oh..." murmured the baby fuck toy.

The five year old girl slowly shuffled around still keeping bent over
until her rear end was pointed right at her mother. Elaine tried to
scream she struggled and pulled at her restraints again. "Hey!" I
shouted. "You keep quiet - you only make it worse on her."

With the threat leveled towards her tiny daughter the woman did what
she was told. I turned my back on the woman and leant over Amy. I placed
a light kiss on her left ear. "Hold onto the box baby," I told her.
"You've got ten for Mummy playing with her collar and another five for
her making all that noise just now. Just fifteen not very many is it."

"No Uncle Ian," Amy sobbed.

The child shuffled forwards and leant over the box. Her small fingers
gripped onto the other side. All the blood had drained from her face -
she looked terrified and utterly ashamed. It was such a turn on! Elaine
on the other hand was seething. Her face was nearly purple with rage,
her glare almost dared me to harm her precious little girl. I chuckled
to myself as I raised the board above my head, I wanted to make sure
that I got a good hard swing. I brought it down with tremendous force.
It actually lifted Amy off of her feet. The cry from the little girl -
more of a choked grunt - was something to be treasured even now. I
raised my hand again; I wanted to hit her even harder this time.

The meaty smack was nearly as pleasurable as the scream it emitted from
my baby fuck toy. I leant over Amy and gave her several kisses on the
back of her neck. "You are being such a good girl," I told her. "Such a
brave girl."

I think Amy tried to say something but she didn't seem to be able to
form any words; not that it mattered, I still had the rest of her
spanking to give her. The blows continued just as heavy and just as
slow. I was exercising my need to see my tiny beauty in pain, but more
importantly I was teaching Elaine what would happen if she disobedient.
The threat of violence towards Amy was a far greater tool for control
than the threat of violence towards herself.

Just as I delivered the last blow somebody spoke. "Starting the party
without us?"

I jumped and sighed. Turning around I scowled. "Jesus Frank you nearly
gave me a heart attack," I muttered.

The man simpered. He had his hands oh Sarah's shoulders keeping her
planted in the spot just in front of him. The eight year old's face wore
a worried look. She knew that they were all together for more sex and
more pain. Her eyes soon found Amy and the worry for her little step
sister soon over took the worry for herself. "Oh relax, we've got the
whole night. Whats more the fucking circus outside has started to
leave."

"No more TV cameras that is a relief," I sighed. It seemed too far
fetched that we would get away with this. After all, we had taken both a
mother and daughter from our own doorstep but, as time went on, it
seemed like we might.

Frank let go of Sarah and the eight year old rushed straight past me to
see to Amy. I watched amused as the eight year old picked helped her
step sister off of the box and dressed her again. "Such a little
humanitarian isn't she?" I chuckled.

Frank barked a laugh. "I can't imagine where she gets it from."

I gave a wry smile. "Well it must be you, Jenny was a real bitch."

Frank laughed. "So what happened here?" he asked looking over to where
Sarah was trying to calm Amy down.

"A little demonstration," I said and turned to Elaine. "For your sake
you should listen closely. We are going to hurt you and bad, nothing you
can do will stop that. On the other hand, if you are at all disobedient
it is your darling daughter who will suffer."

I had never seen such a look of terror in my life as the one that
crossed Elaine's face at that moment. "Do you understand that whore?"
Frank asked.

Elaine nodded slowly.

I turned my attention back to Sarah. "Little whore," I called.

Both Sarah and Amy answered me in sync. "Yes," they chimed. That was
rather cute.

"Sarah," I laughed. "Come here."

The eight year old brunette slowly edged her way towards me coming to a
stop less than a foot in front of me. It was easy to tell that the girl
wanted to be just about anywhere but there at that moment. Of course
that wasn't her choice. I reached down and took hold of the girl around
her waist. Lifting her up, I settled Sarah down onto the box Amy had
been bent over for her beating. Now that she towered above us all I
pulled up a chair and sat next to Elaine. Frank remained standing but
moved around so that he stood on the other side of his wife. Poor Sarah
shifted from foot to foot, she must have been wondering just what we
were going to do to her.

"Okay hon," Frank said. "Show me your strip tease again."

Sarah flared up bright red. She was quite a shy little slut at heart,
something that appealed to me the most about her. Sarah shifted her feet
to get a better balance and suddenly started to wriggle around in an
extremely erotic manner. Three years before I had gotten the ten year
old Sammy to give me a lap dance, she had been awkward and rather comic
in her actions. On the other hand, Sarah moved and wriggled with a
seductive rhythm; her sexy little body writhed with exotic grace. She
looked like she belonged in a strip-joint. Frank had told me she was
good; she was bloody good!

Sarah ran her small hands up her legs lifting her skirt a little to let
us see her thighs and just a glimpse of her pretty, pale blue, knickers.
They carried on up pulling her crisp white blouse up showing off her
pretty pale and plump little belly. She continued pulling it up and off
over her head, thus avoiding the awkward problem of having to unbutton
it. The little girl poked out her now bare chest at us, wriggling she
crouched down and ran her hands over her pale skin. The mere fact that
she was eight without any tits to speak of made parts of her act almost
comic - but I was far too horny to give a damn!

As her long denim skirt came off the girl stretched out her long skinny
and sexy legs, the marks she still bore from our horrific abuse were
quite visible over all of her nubile body. I somehow made her show seem
somewhat more exciting. Amy gave a giggle - she had the luxury of seeing
through a child's eyes and could see just Sarah doing a silly dance.
Despite her beating only minutes before she was again smiling. You had
to admire the 'bounce-back' nature of that child.

I looked down at Elaine chained between Frank and I. Rather
predictably, the woman was appalled, although she didn't take her eyes
off of the little girl. She shifted occasionally. I knew enough about
Elaine to know when she was turned on and trying to hide it. I had no
doubt she was indeed sickened by what she was seeing but I don't care
who or what you think you are, this child really was very sexy. Your
genitals often do things your mind doesn't want them to do. That was
after all why I had taken Amy in the first place.

I really couldn't help myself, I unzipped my trousers to take my cock
out. A glance at the Elaine told me that the woman was repulsed by my
reaction. Amy glanced at me and got to her feet; I couldn't suppress my
smile. If Elaine was mad about me wanking over Sarah's impressive lap
dance, she would be enraged by this.

Amy approached me gingerly. She snuggled in against my thigh and looked
up at me while her hand wrapped around my stiff cock. I groaned and
leant down to my little girl and gave her a kiss between her big blue
eyes. "You are such a good girl," I moaned.

Encouraged, Amy smiled at me and opened her mouth, she tipped her head
down and took my hard cock into her little mouth. Elaine was gaping at
me as if she didn't believe what she was seeing - as if by her own
accord her own little baby was giving me a blow-job. I gave the woman an
evil grin and pressed my hand on the back of Amy's head.

I looked back up at Sarah just in time to see the eight year old remove
her knickers to show me her battered young bottom. She turned around
slowly her hands moved down to her bald little cunt and splayed it open,
her small fingers probed and pressed around it, they looked slick and
shiny in the light. The small girl gasped confirming her aroused stated.
The little slut wriggled as she masturbated for us. Fuck this was a good
show!

Sarah moaned and sighed, she sometimes wobbled, struggling to keep her
balance as she pleasured herself. I couldn't help but keep one eye on
Elaine. I don't know what horrified the woman more, her daughter sucking
off her ex-boyfriend or her ward debasing herself as a show to the two
evil men who had taken them all for pleasure toys. "That's enough of
that baby," said Frank. "You know what we want to see."

"Ohh," moaned Sarah.

Sarah's hands moved reluctantly from her bald baby pussy. Whether she
was reluctant to stop before she was finished or about what she was
expected to do next was up to debate but her hands certainly didn't want
to leave her soaking little twat alone. Sarah was a good and obedient
girl however and shuffled around on the box. I smiled, I had an idea as
to what she was about to do. Frank really was a cruel piece of work. The
eight year old used her own hands to pull apart her arse cheeks letting
everyone see the poor revenged little hole. It was visibly bruised and
still hadn't closed up completely.

Sarah started to sob even before her fingers touched the tender little
muscle. She gave a loud and extremely pained cry as she pushed the first
digit inside. Given a little while for the hole to heal a little and for
the bruising to go down, I doubted that she'd much notice something as
small as one of her little fingers inside her any more but she hadn't
been given that time to rest. The child grunted as she slipped the
second finger in alongside the first. "Ahh!" she cried as she started to
fuck her own backside.

I gripped hold of Amy's hair. "Fuck that is beautiful!" I sighed. Frank
had his cock in his hand now - although I knew he was saving himself for
some further demonstrations for Elaine the man was wanking hard.

I was sure the irony of it all must be quite teasing for the woman. She
had left me for Frank because she was sure I was abusing her little
girl. Only to have that decision put her through three years of latent
abuse and finally bring her daughter and then herself to utter hell.
Sarah whimpered some more. Amy was working hard on my cock with her
tongue; it was more than I could take. I gripped hold of Amy's hair and
pulled her off of my penis. She stared at it expectingly her tiny mouth
still wide open. I stroked on my cock and it danced in my hand. The cum
jumped from the head landing in long lines over Amy's beautiful face,
much of it shot straight in her mouth, and that which didn't the five
year old made no hesitation to scrape into her hungry mouth.

I grinned at the wide eye mother. Elaine now looked as if she were in
shock, just as any mother would have been seeing what kind of a slut I
had turned her darling little girl into. Despite the gag, the expression
on the twenty-five year old woman's face was just beautiful. I pressed
Amy's head back down onto my cock and my good little girl went back to
sucking me, taking more care this time as she licked around my the head.
I groaned and reached down to lower the back of the five year old's
trousers again. Her recently abused little bum pointed directly at
Sarah. "Thats enough of that Sarah," I told her.

The little sighed and slipped her fingers out of her bottom. She stood
up straight and turned to face us, Elaine's eyes flicked between myself,
Frank and the naked girl. "I want you to come here and give Amy's bum a
nice big kiss," I told Sarah.

Sarah looked at her father for support even though she knew there was
none to be found. Instead her daddy laughed in her face. Sarah should
have expected that reaction but she really looked hurt. The eight year
old climbed down from the box, dropped to her knees and crawled to Amy.
As gently as she possibly could Sarah pulled apart Amy's bum-cheeks. The
little girl moaned a little with pain and wriggled her face in my lap,
although the hand on her head kept her in place.

Sarah grimaced for every single moan her little step sister made and
sighed with relief when she had opened the little girl enough. Slowly
the eight year old lowered her face into the crack and placed her lips
against the child's overly raped little arse hole. I could see Sarah's
tongue moving and swirling almost enthusiastically trying to push it
inside Amy. At times she even did manage to push it into the little
girl. Amy's giggled - or at least with her mouth wrapped around my cock
that is what it sounded like - and started to moan. She lifted her
backside up a little pushing it hard into Sarah's face.

I looked up at Frank. "Did you know she could kiss arse so well?" I
asked.

The man was as dumbstruck as I and just shook his head. I found myself
jealous of Amy and reached down and grabbed a hold of Sarah's dark hair.
When I pulled her up the little girl had spit smeared across her mouth.
She looked at me and shot a coy little smile. "Who taught you that?" I
demanded.

She looked around and in a tiny little voice said, "Granddad sir."

I raised an eyebrow at Frank, the man shrugged. "Jenny's father," he
said. "That's more than I've ever gotten out of her."

I let go of Amy's head and the little girl pulled herself off of me.
She looked up at me as if asking if she should go on. I smiled at her
and leant down to kiss her on her mouth. I could taste the little girls
saliva and drool but my cum mostly masked that sweet taste. Amy moaned
and licked around my mouth until I pulled away. As much as Elaine was
hating this whole scenario Amy was as horny as a five year old could be.
"Go sit in the corner," I told her.

Amy actually frowned and returned to where she had been sitting before
she had decided to give me my blow-job.

I stood up and patted Sarah on her head and then dropped my trousers
and boxers. "I want you to do me now," I told her. "You are such a good
little arse kisser I think we all want a go."

"Damn right!" cried Frank. "Especially Elaine, I know she loves having
her bottom sucked on; don't you baby?"

The woman shook her head vigorously but the red that stained her face
told another story. Elaine had always been very shy about what she liked
during sex, although having her arse licked was a new one on me.

Sarah's hands almost took me by surprise, as she tried to stretch me
open to get at my arse hole. I indulged her and leant forwards to give
her better access. Her face pressed hard into my arse, she breathed
through her nose - the warm air tickled me causing me to shift a little.
I couldn't help but moan when she started to lick me. It was nothing
short of divine. The eight year old practically fucked me with her
tongue. I don't think I have had any girl or woman who did this so well.
I groaned, regretting for a moment for sending Amy away. Then I felt
Sarah's own hands playing with my cock and ticking my balls - it needed
nothing else to feel like I was in heaven.

I'm not sure how long she kissed me for but it wasn't long enough
before Frank dragged her away and shoved his arse into her face. He had
stripped himself naked during the time his daughter was sucking my anus.
I followed suit, it was much easier to work without any clothes,
certainly when your labour was the sexual assault of three lovely
females.

While Sarah worked away on her Daddies backside I turned to Elaine I
reached down to unlock her ankles. The collar around her neck was locked
in place and there was no chance of her coming loose. "On your hands and
knees," I commanded.

Elaine gave me a defiant glare. "Look," I spat at her. "Amy has been
very good so I'll let her off this once. The last time - she will suffer
unless you do as you are fucking well told. On your hands and knees
now."

Her glare stayed the same but Elaine now moved. She climbed onto her
hands and knees with her backside facing outward. I laughed and pulled
up her skirt. "You may as well try and enjoy yourself," I said pulling
her knickers down to her knees.

I paid Frank about as much courtesy as he had shown me. I took hold of
Sarah's ankle and dragged the girl across the floor to me. Frank turned
around and gave Elaine a hard slap across her exposed arse. "You fucking
disturb me while my daughter is tonguing my arse," he shouted at her and
slapped her again. Elaine barked with pain and then started to cry
rather pathetically, her defenses had finally collapsed, I think part of
the realization as to what she was here for was finally sinking into the
poor woman.

Sarah needed no prompting and immediately started to work on Elaine's
ready backside. Shame was added to the emotional pain Elaine was already
feeling. I pressed my face in close to hers. "Do you like that?" I
asked. There was no response, my lips curled into a smile. "You must be
really enjoying that to risk the health of your daughter by not
answering me." That got her attention. "Do you like that?"

Elaine shook her head; no. I snorted and grabbed her hair. Yanking her
head up I slapped her cheek. "Don't you dare lie to me," I snarled and
spat into her face. "Do you like that?"

Elaine nodded just once and screwed her eyes up to really cry her
pathetic eyes out. I glanced across at Amy and noticed the little girl
was rubbing on her own pussy. I must say that I have never seen anything
so cute as a five year old masturbating. It was almost a shame to hurt
her after she had been so good, but it was the only way that Elaine
would learn. I caught myself and laughed - you can only go so long
acting moral before you start thinking that way - who was I kidding? I
was more eager to torture the five year old than I was to breathe!

That had to wait anyway, there was a demonstration to finish and from
the look of Franks stiff cock he wasn't about to wait. I kicked Elaine
in the kidneys and the woman collapsed to the floor. Sarah took that as
a sign to get out of there but Frank grabbed his daughters arm. "Please
daddy!" she cried.

Frank laughed. "Its okay hon," he said. "You've been a good little
slut. Do you want me to fuck you baby?"

Sarah winced, it was more than obvious that was the last thing
that she wanted, of course she knew better than to say no to her loving
father. "Yes Daddy," she whispered. "The dirty little slut wants you to
fuck her hard."

Frank kissed her on the forehead. "Go lay on the bench baby," he said.

Sarah had no choice than to do as she was told. Amy glared daggers at
Frank, it was nearly absurd at how much that girl hated Frank and yet
adored me. She looked like she wanted to say something. To speak out in
Sarah's defense, just as the girl would do for her, but Amy was too
scared of him, and myself for that matter, to say anything.

Elaine was crying her eyes out her hand clutched on her side. "Sit up
properly," I ordered the woman.

Elaine moaned through her gag and wriggled her exposed backside. I took
the board I had used on Amy earlier and squared it up with the woman's
backside, and gave her a hard blow. If anything I had hit her softer
than any one of the blows I'd given Amy but you would have thought that
she was dieing from the way the woman howled. "Sit up now," I shouted at
her.

Elaine didn't hesitate to role over, although it occurred to me that
she was doing it just to prevent her bottom from being a target rather
anything else. She sat up stared wide eyed it wasn't long before her
gaze settled on the spread legged eight year old lain on the box in
front of her. "Now we have your attention," I muttered. "I know Frank is
quite desperate."

Elaine started to moan something but trailed off as Franks huge form
passed in front of her. The woman shook her head desperately. She turned
to me her wide eyes were pleading me to stop Frank from doing it. I had
to laugh, I gave the woman a slap across her face to calm her down. In a
low voice I snarled at her, "Amy already has two punishments lined up
because of you," I informed her.

Elaine trembled, it must be an agonizing thing for a mother to bear -
to be told that she had just sentenced her own daughter to agonizing
punishments. She turned to look at Amy, the little girl was totally
unaware of her surroundings, caught up in her masturbation. Sarah's cry
didn't even break that but it did get Elaine's attention. The little
girl grunted loudly as Frank rammed his cock into her baby pussy. The
man thumped into the girl with hard deep thrusts that shifted the little
girl up the box. Sarah cried out and screamed with pain, it was an
adorable sight. Even if Frank was blocking most of the view.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amy begin to tremble. I grinned and
pressed my face near Elaine's ear, "Look at your slut daughter - she's
cumming over Sarah being raped," I said.

Elaine grunted her disagreement with that statement. At the same moment
Frank howled and pumped his whore of a daughter full of hot sticky
spunk.

Chapter 9

"Daddy!" screamed Sarah, "please no more. Daddy please."

Frank gripped onto his daughters long black hair and pulled her along
the rough wooden box towards him. As her firm arse slid from the edge
the eight year old girl fell onto the floor with a grunt. The little
girl sucked the air back into her lungs. "Please stop it Daddy, I can't
take any more," the child begged.

I lent back in my chair, a long grin extended across my face. I placed
my hand on my stiff cock and rubbed up and down its length while I
watched the eight year old kicking and screaming while her own father
dragged her towards me. About half way Frank tugged his daughters head
up and struck the poor child across the face. "Shut the fuck up!" he
yelled at her.

Sarah's mouth dropped open but all that escaped was the loud irregular
breaths that rushed in and out of her lungs and the odd deep sniff, as
the crying little girl tried to stop her nose from running. "Daddy," she
pleaded in a bear whisper.

Frank snorted, a loud rough sound could be heard from his throat. A
sound that any school child knows, and one that every child makes when
they are alone with their friends and being naughty. Frank parted his
lips to let his daughter see the translucent white and yellow pool that
he'd gathered on his tongue. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut. Frank leant
back a little and then jerked forwards as spat out over his darling
little girl's face.

Sarah cried out in surprise, disgust, and humiliation. She pulled her
legs up and hugged them to her chest and tugged at her head trying to
wrest her hair from her father's grip.

Unable to do anything else, Sarah reached up with both hands and wiped
the slick slime from her face. When she reopened her eyes the little
girl stared at her father. Accusation and fear clouded any love the
child might have felt for him. She looked up at the man as if she hated
him. Not that I could blame her. I was again surprised that the child
didn't hold any more animosity towards myself. After all, after Frank
and I had made up, her abuse had changed from a father playing rough
with his daughter to the little girl fearing for her life and the lives
of those she held most dear. Frank yanked her head to the side, and
continued to drag the crying little girl towards me. "We're not done
with you yet slut," Frank snarled.

The man pulled Sarah's hair upwards, forcing the little girl to climb
up onto her feet, she opened her eyes and stared directly at me through
her tears. She mouthed the word 'Please' and was then thrust forwards.
Sarah stumbled and fell across my lap, her face pressed into my stomach.
I caught her by her arms and pulled her up. "Don't worry honey," I told
her. "You've just got one more fuck to do and then you can go lie down."

Sarah nodded she closed her eyes again, squeezing further tears out. A
low drone sounded from her throat. She knew very well that she had no
choice in the matter. I placed my hand on her chin and tipped her head
upwards. Sarah opened her eyes to stare at me again. "Just sit on my
cock baby," I said. "Stuff it up your pussy, you've still got Daddy's
cum in there my cock will go in nice and easy."

Sarah's eyes closed again, and her head fell forwards into her chest. I
helped her gently up, and she slowly climbed up onto my lap. I guided
the little girl's tight pussy down onto my cock and she pushed herself
down onto me. Her cunt was slick with Franks sperm and Sarah just slid
right down onto me, my cock punched right in through the child's cervix.
Sarah gasped and laid her head on my shoulder.

I leaned in and kissed around her small ear, "You aren't getting off
until I cum," I whispered to her.

Sarah sighed, but didn't move, she didn't even attempt to move. It
appeared that she just wanted to hold me and getting the cock out of her
baby womb wasn't a high priority. I closed my eyes ready to enjoy this.
I heard the belt coming. It sung on its way towards me then slapped
across the small of Sarah's back. Her tiny cunt spasmed around my cock
and the child arched backwards, moving my cock more than an inch out of
her cunt. With the second blow she fell forwards, thumping my cock back
into her uterus. It was at that moment that the eight year old child
found her voice.

I felt her hot breath rush out over my face, I could smell chips, and
cum. Sound washed over me, she shrill squeal that left Sarah's lungs and
pumped directly into my face. My ears rang but the tone was just right,
it seemed to seep into me, to tickle me deep within. It was the sound of
a thousand tortured angels. I could no longer hear the belt, not even
when it smacked against the soft flesh of the child's back, but I could
feel them. I could feel each and every blow resound through Sarah's
tight young pussy. It echoed though my cock and it felt good. Oh fuck
did it feel good!

Sarah wriggled and writhed, she screamed and cried her little eyes out.
Many times the child tried to climb from my cock but I kept a firm grip
on her. I had no intention to let the little fuck toy go until I was
finished. Her father's whipping must have been brutal. I lost count of
how many times her cunt contracted right up, that indicated a decent
blow. All of a sudden Sarah collapsed against me, and I came. My cock
pumped the little girl with even more cum.

I let go of Sarah's legs and the little girl fell from my lap, and
landed like a sack of potatoes at my feet. I opened my eyes and the
world rushed back in around me, the cellar seemed much brighter. With a
smile I glanced down at Sarah. The poor child's yes were wide open, she
looked like a terrified animal, she rocked her body back and forth
trying to cuddle herself. It was impossible not to feel pity. The
whipping had indeed been a brutal one, Sarah's back was almost a single
red colour, with several darker lines where the bruising was deeper.
That would really hurt her for a long time.

I reached down and stroked the little girls hair. Her eyes glanced at
me, and she tried to pull her head away. At least she was aware. "It's
okay baby," I said softly.

Sarah relaxed somewhat and I ran my fingers through her black hair. I
got off of my chair and crouched down beside the little girl. "It's all
over now baby," I said and gathered her up into my arms.

As I lifted the child up, Sarah turned and wrapped her arms around my
neck, crushing her sweet abused body into me. I held onto her just as
tight and laid small kisses around her ear. "Shh," I whispered. "It's
okay honey, it's okay."

Sarah squeezed me tighter. Her hot nakedness pressed against me was
quickly arousing me again. I carried the little girl across the cellar,
until I stood near to where Amy lay. The five year old was on her back
staring up at the ceiling, her small hand was pushed inside her
track suit bottoms and I could see the lump moving up and down as she
rubbed her pussy. "Amy," I called softly.

My five tear old sex slave turned her head and smiled. "Yes sir?" she
sighed.

I turned Sarah until her bottom rested on my arm and her legs hung
loose. "I want you to come and kiss Sarah's fanny all better," I told
her. "I want you to lick out all of mine and uncle Franks cum."

Amy moaned and sat up. The little girl crawled across to me and prompt
herself up on her arms. I pulled open Sarah's legs to let the five year
old gaze at her step-sisters violated pussy. Amy licked her lips, and
glanced at me with apprehension. With a deep breath my little girl
pushed her head between Sarah's legs. I looked down and watched as the
beautiful blonde five year old tongued the equally beautiful eight year
old brunette. My cock sprung to full, and almost painful, stiffness. My
mouth watered as I watched Amy eat cunt.

Sarah's grip tightened around my neck, and the little girl started to
moan, her hot breath puffing out over my exposed neck. She opened her
legs further, and I felt her lips brush against my skin. I kissed Sarah
on her shoulder, biting softly into it. "Amy, that's enough no," I said.

There was one last long slurp and then Amy pulled her head away licking
the slime from her lips. "Did you like that?" I asked the five year old.

"She tastes funny," giggled Amy, "and nice."

I gently placed Sarah down onto the floor, the eight year old looked up
at me. "Go play," I told the child.

Sarah sighed, the little girl crawled into the corner of the room and
then curled up into a tight little ball. I turned to Amy and ran my
fingers through her long golden hair. The look on her face told me that
she wanted to 'go play' to. I frowned and crouched down in front of Amy.
I pulled the child too me and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Mummy's
been a naughty girl," I said softly.

Amy's small white teeth bit down onto her lip, I saw one of them shift
where it was loose, the little girl stared at me. Tears flooded into her
eyes, it was impossible not to feel for her. "Oh baby," I groaned
pulling the child in to me.

Amy held on tight. I could feel her body trembling already, she knew
she was about to be hurt bad. "Mummy has been bad three times," I told
her. "We need to hurt you three different times now."

"But..."

"Shh," I whispered. "Do you understand why I need to do it baby?"

"Mummy hates me," the little girl balled.

There was a loud sound of protest from behind me. "Shut the fuck up,"
yelled Frank, and I heard the meaty smack of his fist.

Elaine was crumpled to the floor when I turned around sucking in her
breath and clutching onto her side. She stared up at me holding onto her
precious daughter. "Don't worry baby," I said to Amy. "We are going to
give Mummy lots of hurts too."

"Good!" bit the little girl.

Elaine mewled.

I snuggled the little thing into me, nuzzling against her face and
squeezed her sweet, sexy body close to me. "Do you love me baby?" I
asked.

"Yes Uncle Ian," murmured Amy. The little girl released her arms from my
neck and stretched them out. "This much."

I laughed and Amy snuggled herself back into my embrace. "Don't hurt me
please," she whispered. "Hurt Mummy instead."

I smiled and stroked my hand down Amy's back, feeling where the whip
would once again land in just a few moments. "I'm not going to hurt
you," I murmured. "Uncle Frank is."

Amy squeezed in tighter, I felt her body shake as she started to cry.
"Please don't let him hurt me," she whined into my arm.

"Shh baby, be a brave girl for me," I said.

I looked back down at Elaine. The poor woman was in tears, she stared
at me with her 'fuck me up' eyes. I wrinkled my nose into a child-like
grin. "You evil bitch, look what you've done to Amy. Get on your fucking
hands and knees. I want to see your pretty arse again." I delivered a
kick in the same spot, roughly, that Frank had kicked her moments
before.

Elaine hit the ground hard, she breathed in, a long whistle through her
nose, and started to move almost immediately. She almost seemed eager to
poke her fat bottom in my direction again. She even hoisted up her skirt
for me. Of course she was doing it merely to try and stop Amy from
hating her any more. I gave the woman a slap across her buttocks. "You
filthy whore, you just want to fuck regardless of your poor helpless
daughter," I spat at her.

Frank laughed, he already had the thin electric cord in his hand, his
cock stood pointing slightly upward as a testament to how much he was
going to enjoy this. He moved in and stood on the opposite side of
Elaine's arse and without so much as a word of warning lashed down at
the woman's exposed bottom.

Elaine howled. Her bottom wobbled and she wriggled, I quickly grabbed
her hair and yanked her head up so that I could look into her eyes. The
moment she focused on me I spat into them. "I suggest you keep still for
Amy's sake," I warned her.

A look of grim determination came across Elaine's face, although with
her eyes closed against my saliva and her mouth spread open with the red
ball it looked somewhat a pathetic gesture. Her flanks tensed, and the
muscles in her buttocks rippled a little. She was going to do this for
her baby girl.

I knelt down and sat Amy on her mother's back. I smiled at the crying
five year old, and at the idea that popped into my head while watching
Amy sat on Mummy like she was a horsey. I chuckled to myself, there was
always time for that later. I pressed my hand into the centre of Amy's
back and pressed the child's chest down against her mother's back. Amy's
face pressed into Elaine's long dark hair. I took hold of the back of
Amy's soft, pink cardigan and pulled it up her back, hooking the end
over the child's head to keep it out of the way. It effectively acted as
a blindfold for the terrified child. Her small hands moved up to her
face and I took hold of them. "I want you to squeeze here," I told the
little girl as I rested her hands against her mothers breasts. "If you
squeeze really hard honey, you'll make Mummy hurt. Give it a go."

Amy's hands screwed up into tight little balls and Elaine squealed. The
woman wriggled her arse about and took short, sharp breaths. Elaine's
nipples were sensitive to the touch, Amy's grip must have hurt her quite
a bit. Only when Amy's hold loosened did the woman's breathing calm back
down. "If Frank hurts you too much I want you to squeeze as hard as you
can, make Mummy hurt for making you hurt," I told her.

The child lifted her head out of her mother's hair and turned to try
and locate where my voice was coming from. "Yes sir," Amy whimpered.

The cum smell on her breath, it was very strong and quite irresistible.
I lent down and licked over her lips. Amy gave a little gasp and moved
to try and get at my tongue. I pushed into my baby's mouth. Her little
mouth was so sweet tasting, it was beautiful. Amy moaned and sucked at
my tongue. There was a sudden pause and then the child tried to draw all
the air from my lungs. Only to scream it back into me. I let go of Amy
and stood up to watch. The five year old held onto woman's tits with a
death grip, the pain of which was more than evident on Elaine's face.

The second blow whistled down and stuck across Elaine's pert bottom.
The woman threw her head up, banging poor Amy in the face and let out a
loud cry. Elaine's, more or less, clear bottom flesh was in stark
contrast to Amy's back, stained with green, yellow, and brown blotches.
Although both of them quickly gained bright, brand new red and purple
marks, as Frank alternated between the two of them. Both of the sluts
screamed their pretty heads off.

I smiled and knelt down beside them, I reached for Amy's hands and
helped her squeeze her mothers sore tits. Amy tried to pull against me,
I'd expected her to want to get away. Elaine, on the other hand, was
very still, despite her screams and the shuddering of her body, she
didn't move an inch from the spot. It was all very noble of her.

After a few minutes Frank started to ignore Amy, the little girl had
simply had enough and more of a whipping would have done no real good,
there was no more pain to milk there. Instead, the man concentrated on
lashing at Elaine's arse and legs. The woman trembled and shook. The
whore screamed all the while. With every passing moment Franks whippings
got ever more brutal.

I stared into Elaine's eyes, and watched them roll upwards. Her hands
gave out first, her head tumbled forwards, her chin hit the concrete
floor. The woman tipped to the side. Amy slipped off of her mother.
Elaine followed her trapping her daughters legs under her weight.

Amy pushed at her mother and managed to free her legs, and came
straight to me. The little girl spread her arms wide open and sunk down
against me. I put my arms around her and hugged the tiny five year old
tight into me. She really was being a very good girl, it made me feel
rather mean that I was going to continue hurting her. "It's okay baby,"
I told the crying infant. "It's all over now."

Frank nudged Elaine with his boot. "Dopey whore," he muttered under his
breath.

The big man grabbed the woman's hair and lifted her head up. Wits her
eyes closed, Elaine looked peaceful. Frank grunted and slapped the
woman's cheek. It took three more blows before the woman jerked awake.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," snarled Frank and slapped her
again.

I stroked my hand through Amy's silky hair. "I suggest you don't do
that again," I told the woman. "There is no excuse for passing out."

Elaine started to cry again.

I put Amy down, and approached my ex-girlfriend. Placing a thumb on her
chin I turned her head towards me. The tears drizzled down her face,
long black lines of mascara trailed down her cheeks. She did look
pathetic. "Are you going to be a good girl now?" I asked.

Elaine nodded.

"If I take the gag out will you be quiet? Speak when you are spoken
to?"

Elaine nodded.

I smiled and reached behind the woman's head to release the strap and
then pulled the red ball from her mouth. Elaine reached up to rub her
jaw. She looked like she wanted to say something but stayed quiet.
"Don't you think its cute how much of a slut you're baby has become?" I
asked the woman.

Elaine looked across at Amy and swallowed hard. "Y-yes," she said.

I smacked her across her cheek and Elaine barked in surprise. "Right
answer, but you said it wrong," I told her. "Say, 'yes sir, I'm very
turned on by watching my slut daughter with you sir'."

Elaine swallowed. "Yes sir," she mumbled. "I love watching my slut
daughter - I'm very turned on by watching Amy with you."

I smiled. "Close enough."

Frank reached past me and grabbed Elaine's hair. "Stand up slut," he
commanded.

"Ow!" cried Elaine. "Yes sir!"

"You're a natural," I jibed.

Stood up straight Elaine stood eye to eye with me. She stared longingly
at me, as if she were searching for the me that she knew. The man she
fell in love with all those years ago. Of course I was still very much
the same man. I gave her a tender smile. "Hands behind your back," I
said.

"Yes sir."

Elaine pushed her wrists together behind her back, her chest thrust
forwards. Elaine wasn't a great asset when it came to the chest
department sporting only a 34C pair of tits, but sticking towards me,
even through her clothes they seemed just perfect for what I wanted to
do with them.

Frank took the pair of scissors and approached the woman. Elaine closed
her eyes, she tried desperately to squeeze back her tears. Frank slipped
the blade of the scissors up one arm of her top and began cutting it
away. He cut upward one arm and down the other and the top fell away
from the woman in two halves leaving just her tits clad in the white
bra. Frank slipped the scissors between the woman's breasts and then
that slipped away.

Elaine whimpered. I reached forwards and gripped one of her nipples
between my thumb and forefinger. I curled a smile on one corner of my
mouth and then twisted the dark little nub. "Ahhh, please!" screamed
Elaine.

I let go of the nipple and with a chuckle slapped the tit.
Elaine grunted, all the while she kept her hands locked behind her back.
I slapped the tit again enjoying the way it wobbled and the way it made
Elaine squeal. While I fascinated myself by playing with the woman's
tits Frank hacked away the woman's skirt with his scissors. As the last
of her body was exposed, Elaine lowered her head into her chest and
sobbed like a punished child. Her body racked up and down causing her
lovely firm tits to wobble.

Frank rubbed his hand into Elaine's cunt, stroking down the dark hair
that decorated the woman's most intimate spot. It was one we'd both
seen, touched, and tasted before but one that, now, Elaine wanted to
keep away from us. The large man moved his head down and licked over the
woman's nipple. He opened his mouth wide and then bit her breast.
Elaine's head snapped up and she let out a horrendous scream. I could
see her hands locked together behind her back, she was trying so hard to
keep them there.

I turned my own attention towards the little five year old beside me.
Amy was wide eyed with concern at what Uncle Frank was doing to Mummy
but she kept quiet about it. I guess her child's mind figured that if we
were allowed to hurt her and Sarah like that, we were also allowed to
hurt her mother like that. I smiled at my darling fuck toy and stroked
my hands through her curly blonde hair. I drew my fingers down, over her
sweet young face and to the zip on the front of her top. "It's about
time we got you undressed again," I told Amy.

The little girl nodded.

I smiled and pulled the zip down, opening the soft pink cardigan. Amy's
young body really was testament to the ghastly abuse that Frank and I
had laid on the little girl. I touched over some of the yellow, marks -
the older of the bruises, some of which I'd given my darling young thing
the day I'd taken her. Amy winced and shifted her feet about. I moved my
fingers up, just brushing over the skin to the little pink nubs, that
were her nipples. The centre of both were pitted in; dark, near black
scabs covered over where I'd used the matches to burn them. I smiled at
my poor little thing and picked at one of the scabs. "Ahh," cried Amy.
Turning her body away from me.

I glared at the pretty five year old and she slowly turned back towards
me. Tears dripped down her cheeks. I was beginning to wonder if she'd
ever run out of tears. I poked at the scab again and Amy barked her
pain, a little spot of blood balled up around it and trailed down her
chest. "Do they hurt?" I asked her.

"Yes," squeaked Amy.

I smiled and leant down to run my tongue up her abused chest, I licked
up the blood and wrapped my lips around her nipple. Amy shifted and
moaned with pain. I let her nipple out of my mouth and swallowed what of
the blood I'd sucked in. "Take off your trousers baby," I told her.

Amy gripped onto the track suit bottoms and tugged them off. She handed
them up to me and I threw them at Elaine. They hit the woman on the face
and fell down over Franks head. Frank, still chewing on Elaine's tit,
grabbed them and then looked up to see what they were. Elaine's nipple
bounced from his mouth with a pop. The woman was breathing heavily, she
constantly sobbed. I looked down at her breast and cringed, the bites
were deep and all over the place, often breaking the skin. I reached
down to rub my cock. Almost as soon as my hand got there so did Amy's
fingers. I smiled at my little thing and let the five year old wank me.

"Wait right there," Frank said.

Elaine nodded, although I'm not sure she was even listening. I looked
into the woman's dark eyes. "Don't worry baby," I assured her. "It'll
all be over real soon."

It didn't seem to do much to assure her, instead the woman's crying
became that much more determined. Frank laughed to himself and then went
off to rummage around the tool boxes. I smiled at Elaine. "I love you
baby," I said and, with that, I slapped her across her tit again.

Elaine barked with pain. I gripped onto the dark nipple and twisted it
viciously. "You are a fucking whore," I growled. "Look at me, open your
mouth."

Elaine squealed. She glanced up at me, her dark eyes met mine and she
opened her small mouth wide. I made a show of gathering the phlegm into
my mouth. I could see Elaine cringing but the woman managed to hold
still. Even when I spat into her pretty mouth she kept still. I slapped
her cheek. "What are you waiting for? Swallow it you stupid bitch," I
said.

Elaine closed her mouth and swallowed. "Ohhh," she moaned.

"What's up baby?" I asked. "You used to like me drawling into your
mouth, what is so different?"

Elaine screwed her eyes shut and wept.

With a snort, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, pressing my
face in close to hers, "What is the difference?" I growled.

"N-nothing sir," the terrified woman moaned.

"Then you like me spitting into your mouth?"

"Ohhh yes sir."

I laughed and spat over her face.

"Ohh!" cried Elaine.

The woman's arms jerked but she stopped herself before bringing them
forwards. She obviously wanted to wipe her face clean. I laughed and
slapped her tit again. My one was of the pair was quickly coming up a
nice red colour. "Found them," Frank said.

I turned to see that he was holding four pairs of mole-grips, two in
either hand. "These," the man said holding up his left had, "are for
you, and these" the man held up his left hand, "are for Amy if you can't
hold still."

Amy gasped and clasped onto her already sore nipples. I laughed and
ruffled my hand through my five year old sex slaves hair. "Put your
hands on your head baby," I told her.

Amy looked up at me. "Don't let him hurt me," she moaned her hands came
off of her nipples and she placed them on the back of her head. "Please
Uncle Ian, don't let him put those on me."

"Shh baby," I told her. "It's not up to me, its up to Mummy, ask her to
stay still while bad Uncle Frank hurts her."

Amy looked up at her crying mother. "Mummy," she cried. "don't move
please. Let Uncle Frank hurt you don't let him put those on me."

Elaine choked up. "I won't baby," she sobbed. "I promise I won't let
him do it to you... I love you Amy."

"I know Mummy," Amy whimpered back.

Frank fiddled with the mole-grips until they closed with only the
tiniest gap left, he placed Amy's down on the box and passed one of the
remaining pairs over to me. I grinned at Elaine and pulled her sensitive
nipple through the jaws. Elaine took a deep breath and held it in
thrusting her chest out at us. Frank came in beside me and positioned
the other pair of grips over the woman's bite-marked nipple. "One, two,
three," chimed Frank.

We both slammed the cruel devices shut together, crushing the poor
woman's nipples. Elaine seemed to freeze for a moment and then let out a
horrific scream. I put my hands up to my ears, and so did Amy. "Get them
off me!" the woman shrieked.

Her hands came up and she tried to tug the grips from her, she was in
too much pain to even consider trying to open them first. She pulled at
them and screamed even louder. She dropped them and tried to move past
us. The collar caught and the woman fell down backwards.

Amy started to cry. I took hold of my little girl and cuddled her into
me. "Oh no," I breathed to her. "Mummy's a liar, she promised."

Amy hugged into me. "Don't do that to me please," she begged.

I squeezed on Amy's abused arse. "Too late for that baby," I told her.

Frank grabbed Elaine's hair and pulled the stupid woman upright. "Stop
that," he shouted and slapped the hysterical woman across the face. As
if more pain would help. I had to laugh.

The man grunted and then punched the woman in the stomach. All the
fight in the woman was knocked out of her and she hung limp against her
husband. "take them off - take them off," she pleaded.

Her eyes looked glazed and the woman breathed erratically. I reached
across and placed my hand on her back. I could feel her muscles twitch.
I knew she was in extraordinary pain. With a laugh I slapped her across
the backside. "Cunt," I bit at her. "Look you made Amy cry."

Elaine glanced down at her poor daughter. "No!" cried the woman.
"Please don't do it, I'll do anything..."

For some reason that annoyed me. I gripped hold of Elaine's hair and
pulled her off of Frank. "You fucking whore," I spat.

My fist clenched, her belly and ribs had played the central target for
our punches so far. I let my fist shoot forwards. Elaine gave a
surprised cry before my knuckles contacted with her pretty face. The
woman was knocked back to the floor. She screamed and clasped onto her
the grips secured to her nipples and then looked up at me. I'd busted
her lip and blood trickled from her mouth. One hand left her tits alone
and moved up to hold onto her jaw. "If you would have done anything Amy
wouldn't be crying just now," I said. "I'd have sent her off to play
with Sarah and Frank and a I would have carried on killing you without
her." I was lying through my teeth - but that thought gave me an idea.

I grabbed one of the other mole grips from the box and moved on Elaine.
The woman scrambled backwards. "Don't make it any worse on Amy bitch," I
snarled.

Elaine stopped moving. I placed my foot into the centre of the woman's
chest and forced her down. I quickly straddled the whore and sat down
over her tortured chest. The woman's pathetic sobs were getting me
seriously horny. "Open wide," I told her.

"Oh god no please," the woman squealed.

I smashed the hard iron grips against her jaw. "Open your fucking
mouth," I shouted.

Elaine opened up. All of the white teeth were stained red and orange
from the blood, but I quickly found the one I wanted. The canine on the
upper left hand side of her mouth. I placed the grips over the tooth and
closed them until I got a firm grip. I started to pull and twist, it was
difficult work to uproot it. Elaine cried and screamed but finally I
ripped the tooth from the woman's jaw. I smiled and turned to Amy, the
little girl was shivering and staring at her feet. "Amy baby," I said.
The child looked up at me. "Give me your hand honey."

The child held out her arm and I placed the bloody tooth into the palm.
"There you are, if you stick that under your pillow, you'll get some
money from the tooth fairy".

Amy sniffed and smiled at me, she closed her fist around it. "Can I buy
a sweetie with my money?" she asked me.

I had to smile. "Yes baby, we'll get you a nice sweetie," I said.

"But I don't have a pillow," the little girl whispered. She looked
across at the bookcase, of course she didn't need a pillow in her tiny
little cage.

"Well, I'll let you use one tonight," I told her.

The sweet little thing came into me and hugged on me tight. I smiled
and stood up. The moment she was free Elaine rolled over to cough up
blood. She spat it out all over the floor. "Filthy whore," I muttered
and kicked the grips attached to the woman's nipples.

Poor Elaine jerked and cried out. Frank laughed and moved in, he
reached down and grabbed hold of both of the grips and heaved them
upwards stretching Elaine's tits out into long cones. "Stop-stop-stop,"
the woman cried.

Franks twisted them both and she screamed. The piercing and resounding
scream that only her adult lungs could make. Frank let the grips go and
clamped his hand over the bitches mouth. Elaine kept screaming but at
least now it was quiet. Frank leaned in close and in a low growl said,
"I just wanted to make sure you knew exactly how much this is going to
hurt Amy." The man laughed and delivered a back-hand slap across the
bitches face.

Chapter 10

The pine box beneath me was rough against my skin; the short and sharp
splinters bristled out from the wooden surface and dug themselves into
my buttocks and the backs of my legs. My attention, however, drifted
with the scent of Amy's sweat. Her hair was sodden with it. The golden
strands clung in dark clumps to her back and neck and that which wasn't
sat in a mass of tangles atop her head.

The five-year-old girl shifted and pressed her head against the nook of
my neck. I heard her moan and even felt her sigh. I glanced down at my
little angel's mutilated body, and at the scars, bruises and cuts that
littered its surface. Amy lent back further, pressing her shoulder
blades against my chest as her small mouth shot open and she took a
sharp intake of breath.

My lips curled up into a smile and I looked down to where my fingers
pressed into the infant's hot little cunt. It was wet to the touch, and
soft, so very soft. I could feel the dry, leathery skin of my fingers
scrape on the smooth folds of her pink little pussy. I eased my finger
into her crack to press against the damp innards. Amy gave another gasp.

Her eyes were closed and she drew in deep, heavy gulps of air into her
lungs only to make little soft moans through her pursed lips. I pressed
my finger against the hole and it slipped inside. Amy's eyes opened and
she let out a tiny cry. At exactly the same moment her mother, across
the room, gagged.

I barely diverted my glance up at the woman; she knelt on the dusty
floor, lent forward in such a way that her fat and firm arse pointed
directly towards him, the deep crack opened just enough for him to see
her puckered pink arse hole. Her hands pressed against the wooden box in
front of her as if to keep her balance. Her head bounced up and down
with sharp rapid shots, but that was all Frank's effort. He gripped onto
her hair and rammed his cock down the back of her throat.

Elaine's shoulders shook as she cried, and with each stroke Frank's
cock took down her throat the woman choked.

I turned my attention back to the little girl on my lap. My cock was
hard and pressed against her fat little arse Amy wriggled about
massaging it with her buttocks. She groaned while I pressed my finger in
and out of her wet little pussy. Her head fell to the side and it
exposed her supple neck. I licked my lips and pressed my head down until
my lips brushed against the pale skin. I opened my mouth a little and
kissed against the curve in the child's neck. I sucked on the tiny area
of skin, letting my tongue rub against Amy's neck.

The five-year-old girl groaned and pressed her pelvis forward, forcing
my finger deep inside her tiny little body. I kissed and sucked on her
neck and listened to the little sexy noises that escaped the little
girl's mouth.

In the corner of my eye I saw Sarah blench. Her tiny body jerked with
almost a violent motion. The child pulled down on her head. It was like
she was trying to squeeze herself into an even smaller shape. The poor
child, curled up in the corner of the dirty floor, trembled.

I turned my attention, once again, back to Amy and concentrated on
placing the long wet kisses on her neck. I sucked on her skin, savouring
the salty taste of her perspiration. It was beautiful. She was
beautiful.

Any opened her mouth and drew in a series of gasps, each one louder
than the last. Her tiny little body shook in my lap. Her legs squeezed
shut, trapping my finger inside her bald pussy. Amy shook and moaned.
Her head rolled up and I was forced to break off my kiss. I looked into
the little girl's face and smiled and placed a further kiss on the very
tip of her button nose.

Amy relaxed and her legs parted again. I drew my finger from her body
and looked with amazement at the coating of pussy juice. I smiled and
placed the finger against Amy's lips. The child opened her mouth and her
tiny pink tongue ran out across my finger. She lapped her own juices
from the digit with little moans. I sighed and lent down over the girl.
I pulled my finger away from her open mouth and my tongue slipped
inside. Amy sucked it into her mouth and licked across it.

The child gasped and moaned while I searched the inside of her mouth.
My sexy baby kissed me back, poking her own tongue out and rubbing it
against me. I groaned, I could detect but a hint of her pussy on her
mouth. I wanted more of it. I pulled away from the darling girl and
gazed as the string of saliva ran down from my lips and into her eager
mouth. I ran both hands down her smooth young body and clasped onto her
hips.

The tiny little girl sighed and wriggled in my lap. As she felt me
tugging the sexy little thing climbed up, planting each foot onto one
thigh. Now I was presented by the utter seraphic sight of my darling
little girl's plump and bald little pussy. Her young, abused legs curved
upward onto her bruised and welted belly. My eyes focused on the tiny
pit in the centre of the child's stomach. My tongue slid across my lips
and I pushed my head down to place a kiss on her belly button.

I savoured her taste licking around her tiny naval. However, Amy seemed
to have other plans. A loud and frustrated mewl came from the darling
five-year-old girl. My mouth left her belly and I looked up at her. Amy
wriggled her hips. "What's wrong baby?" I asked.

"Mmmm," Amy moaned and she thrust her pelvis forward.

Her tiny hairless pussy was more or less in my face; I merely looked at
it and smiled. "What do you want honey?" I asked.

"Ohh," groaned Amy, she wriggled her backside and ground her cunt into
my chin. "You know."

I reached up and ran my fingers through the crack of her vagina. "But I
want you to ask," I told her.

Amy squashed her pussy into my cheek and rotated her hips. "I want you
to lick me," she whispered.

"Where?" I whispered back.

"On my fanny," the child breathed.

I lent forward and place a tiny kiss on the very top of her pussy,
where the crack started. "I want you to say it loud enough for Mummy to
hear," I told her.

Amy twisted her head to look behind her, where her mother was still
sucking on Frank's cock. The little girl turned back to me. "I want..."
the child coughed to clear her throat and then, louder, spoke, "I want
you to lick my fanny please Uncle Ian."

A smile curled across my lips. "Of course baby," I said.

I put my head down probed at the five-year-old girl's cunt with my
tongue. I ran it across the raped and abused little crack before sliding
it up inside to taste the soft, wet, pink flesh. Amy drew in her breath.
Her hips, once again, started wriggle as she ground herself into my
face. My hands trailed down her legs until I clasped onto the bulge of
her calf muscles. I could feel goose pimples rising on her skin. I
sighed and ran my tongue into her smooth and tasty little pussy. I
swirled it around until I contacted with the hardened nub of her clit.
The child giggled and then gasped.

My palms, pressed against the child's skin, drifted upward until they
contacted with the spongy flesh of Amy's bottom. I clasped onto her arse
and forced her pussy into my face. I sucked her clitoris with almost
callous abandon. "Ahh, Ahh," cried Amy.

I felt her young body seize up again. The grip she had on my shoulder
tightened to an almost painful degree. Her legs gave way, but the grip I
had on her arse kept the child upright and kept her smooth young cunt
against my face. Amy tasted even better while cumming!

I loosened my grip and the child melted into my lap. The breathless
little girl held onto my shoulder and sunk her face into my chest. I
stroked my hand across her marred back while her hot breath brushed over
my skin. "You liked that didn't you baby?" I asked her.

"Yesss," hissed the girl.

"Mmmm," I moaned, rubbing between her shoulders.

I looked up to see Elaine sat on the floor. Tears streaked down her
face again and she licking cum from her fingers. She looked as if she
were trying to keep as still as possible, to prevent he mole-grips on
her nipples from causing any more pain. Frank sat on the box with a
tired grin on his face.

Subconsciously my fingers trailed across Amy's body, underneath where
her and my skin touched, to where her burnt little nipples were. The
skin was soft around the tiny hard nub that signaled the black scabs
that centred both of the child's nipples.

My heart thumped in my chest and the adrenaline flowed. Even the
anticipation of that pain was enough. I licked my lips and glanced, with
obvious impatience, down at the two grips.

Frank caught my gaze. The big man shook his head. "You could at least
give me a rest," The man muttered.

"I'll do it if you like," I told him.

"No, no, that's okay," Frank said.

He glanced down and smacked Elaine across the top of her head with his
knuckles. "Ahh," cried the woman. Her hands rose to press against her
scalp.

"Bitch, go and get those grips," he growled.

Elaine sniffed back her tears and nodded. "Yes," she breathed. She had
been told that any more resistance would only result in us doing more
harm to her beautiful blond daughter.

The woman shifted to her hands and knees and crawled across the floor.
Her head hung down and her hair covered her face from my view. I grinned
down at the bitch. I felt an urge to kick her. I just couldn't resist.
Clutching Amy in my arms I got to my feet and walked over to Elaine. The
woman grabbed the two chrome mole-grips from the box and started shift
around. That is when I caught her. My foot struck hard into her ribs.
The poor woman screamed and I kicked her again, this time in her belly.
The blow knocked the rest of the scream from Elaine's lungs.

Amy gripped onto me and pressed her face into my shoulder. I held onto
her and stroked her back. I know she didn't like me hurting her mother
but she was far too scared of, or far too much in love with, me to speak
out against it. Besides, I'm sure it crossed her mind that Mummy was
making her hurt so she was going to let Mummy get hurt. I ran my fingers
through the five-year-old's hair while I pondered her thoughts.

While I carried the child back to where we'd been sitting, her mother
carried the grips back to Frank. The woman knew that the two cruel
objects would now be used on her own daughter. She knew, from the grips
on her own nipples, exactly how much pain it was going to cause to the
little girl, but she also knew that she had no choice. That all of her
protests wouldn't stop the grips being applied and that any such
protests would probably make it worse on the child. Frank took the tools
from the woman and turned them over in his hands.

I ran my hand up Amy until my fingers brushed the back of her neck. I
lent down and place a kiss, through her hair, onto her ear. "We've got
to hurt you now honey," I whispered.

Amy's grip tightened even further. "Noo," she squeaked.

"Yes," I said in a firm tone.

I reached around myself until I got a grip on Amy's wrist. Her grip was
extraordinary, but I was able, with a little force, to wrench her hand
free and twist the child around until she sat with her back to me. The
little girl wriggled in my lap. "Nooo," she cried again. "Please Uncle
Ian, don't hurt me!"

I grabbed her other hand and pulled it behind her back with the first.
I laughed and moved down to her ear again. I blew over the surface. "Yes
baby," I said. "We have to hurt you lots now."

Amy started to cry. Her head fell forward and her shoulders shook. It
was more than a touching sight. It was absolutely adorable. I placed
kisses across her neck. "Uncle Frank is going to hurt you lots."

"Noo" screamed Amy. She twisted her tiny body but I kept a firm grip on
her.

"And then I am going to hurt you lots and lots," I groaned into her
ear.

The child's arse lifted from my lap as she tried to arch her body
forward, but the hold I had on her arms was enough to prevent the
five-year-old girl from going anywhere. "No," sobbed the child.

"Yess," I hissed into her ear.

Frank played with the grips, screwing them to close the gap to a mere
fraction of an inch. As the big man closed in on Amy, the little girl?
screams grew even more desperate. Her toy-sized body fought a futile
struggle with me. I kept a firm hold and kissed and licked around her
ear. Her hair was sticking with my saliva and getting into my mouth, but
I didn't? care. I gave a deep laugh from the back of my throat. My stiff
cock pressed against the child? arse.

Frank reached down and pulled on Amy? left nipple. The little girl
went crazy; the child screamed and cried at the man to go away and not
to hurt her. All the while I kept my grip on her hands and kept laying
wet kisses over her ear.

Amy? stepfather lowered the chrome instrument until the child?
black-scabbed pink nipple poked through the jaws. Amy was in sheer
panic. Her whole body trembled and she puffed air like she was afraid it
would run out. Frank squeezed the grips shut.

For a moment it was like nothing had happened: Amy still shook and
kicked and still begged at Frank not to hurt her and at me to let her
go, but then, suddenly, she fell silent and froze. I pulled back on the
five-year-old girl? arms and braced for it.

She let it out in a horrendous squeal. Her tiny body convulsed, her
shaking limbs pulled against my grip. I held the child fast and kept her
still enough for Frank to position the second pair of grips.

I watched Frank? fist close and the jaws seize up on Amy? nipple,
crushing it and opening the old scab. As the blood dripped from the
reopened wounds I felt something hot wash over my lap and run down my
legs. It took me a moment ? when the odour reached my nostrils ? to
realize that she had pissed herself. The feel of the child? urine
pooling around my feet had an odd therapeutic feel. However, it was not
something that could go unpunished.

I released the screaming child's arms and reached around the front of
her tiny body to grab the two clamps. I growled into the five-year-old's
ear and then grunted as I twisted them both. The intensity of her
desperate screams increased. Spasms shot through Amy's twitchy body and I
could hear her short irregular breaths. I could almost feel her tiny
heart thumping away in her chest. The child gripped onto my wrists,
digging her fingernails into my flesh with a grip that seemed quite
impossible for a five-year-old. I pressed my face close to hers and
licked across her perspiration soaked cheer. I placed a small kiss over
her tiny little ear as I twisted the clamps harder.

I pressed the child hard against my chest and stood up. Amy's feet
flopped down for a moment before she started to kick. I laughed into her
ear and whispered, "You have been such a bad girl."

I held onto the poor child just by her nipples, the only thing that
kept her off of the floor was the pressure I was placing against her
chest to keep her attached to me. I kissed her ear one last time and
started to ease up on that pressure. Amy let out a long scream as her
tiny body shifted down against mine. More and more of her body weight
was placed on the hold the grips had on her tiny nipples. Amy's
screams filled my head, they perforated every portion of my body, and
tickled me. I was totally unaware of anything else that was happening
around me. All that mattered was Amy and her intense pain.

Then, it was all over. Amy stopped screaming and the world rushed back
in around me and I saw Frank holing onto Elaine, and the poor woman's
tears streaming down her lovely face. Even Sarah had been roused, the
dark haired eight-year-old was on her knees staring at me. A look of
utmost worry covered her young features.

I looked down at Amy. It had all been too much for the poor little
thing and now she was quite unconscious. I smiled and gathered the
little doll up into my arms, I cradled her like one might cradle a
helpless baby. Tiny little breaths wheezed out of her, surely damaged,
throat. I moved my hand and brushed some of the sweat-soaked blond hair
from her face and lent down to give her a tiny kiss on the centre of her
forehead.

I smiled and looked up at Elaine. "Look what you did," I accused.

The woman sniffed and reached up to wipe the tears from her bloodshot
eyes but remained silent. I chuckled to myself and turned to settle Amy
down on the rough wooden box. I would let her rest for just a little
while; besides, I wanted her to be conscious before taking the clamps
from her nipples.

I gazed down at my beautiful little honey. I felt a tug on my heart, it
was rather strange how deep the love I felt for this child was. I was
more than smitten with her; I was utterly in love. I wanted to. I wanted
to take her and cuddle her, and protect her.

I wanted her to scream!

I smiled stood up straight, drawing in a deep breath through my nose I
yawned and turned back to the others. It was time we got serious with
Elaine. Almost as an afterthought I realized that I was still stood in a
puddle of Amy's urine. I smiled at Elaine and tapped my foot, splashing
some of the yellow fluid around. "Look at what your baby girl did," I
exclaimed.

Elaine dropped her eyes. "I'm sorry sir," she whispered.

"I should think you are," I replied.

Elaine remained still and silent and I was forced to speak again.
"Well, what do you think you should do about it?"

"I-I'll mop it up," she said.

Frank kicked the woman in the back of the knees and she collapsed. The
man crouched beside the woman and grabbed hold of her dark hair. He
dragged the crying woman forward and ground her face into her daughter's
piss. "What you will do, you stupid bitch," Frank growled, "is lick up
her mess."

"You need to slurp up her puddle," I added.

Frank twisted the woman's hair. "Ahh," cried Elaine. "Okay, okay."

Frank let go and stood back up. The big man laughed as we watched
Elaine lap up Amy's piss. After a few moments I lifted my foot out of
the puddle and placed against the back of the woman's head. "Don't
forget what your little cunt got on me," I reminded her.

As I took my foot off of her head, Elaine looked up and clasped my leg
by the ankle. He hesitated for a moment and her eyes darted up at her
unconscious little angle. Then, closing her eyes, the woman moved
forward and ran her tongue up the sole of my foot. I could barely stifle
a giggle as the woman's tongue tickled me. Poor Elaine didn't even
bother to stifle her sobs. She sucked and liked on my feet and my leg
trying to lick up where her filthy little daughter had pissed on me;
every so often the woman would go down to lick up off directly off of
the floor. It was such a vulgar and pathetic display; my cock was as
hard as a rock sticking out in front of me.

Frank wasn't about to be left out of the action; he grabbed his wife by
the waist and heaved her up onto her knees, further grinding her face
into the wet floor. Elaine cried out in shock and pain, but kept lapping
at the floor as Frank lifted her rear end up. He slapped the woman
across her bottom and grinned. He didn't even warn her before jarring
his cock against her arse hole. The woman pressed her hands against the
hard cold floor and lifted her head up to cry out.

I kicked her in the face. "Who the fuck told you to stop licking?" I
shouted at her.

The woman quickly pressed her face back into my feet and sucked on my
toes, making enchanting grunts around them as her big husband pounded at
her tight arse. The puddle quickly turned into a damp spot and Elaine
left it alone altogether, I am not sure whether it was intentional or
whether it was simply easier for her to concentrate on kissing my feet
while her husband was raping her. Either way, I didn't care.

Behind me Amy groaned. I turned around to see, and, as I did so, Elaine
stopped licking my feet. With a grunt I kicked backward and felt my heel
contact with her nose. Poor Elaine barked with pain and surprise. "I
didn't tell you to stop," I spat and kicked back again. This time my
heel struck her between the eyes. Then Elaine's tongue flickered out
over the back of my heel.

Amy groaned again and I lent down over the sore little girl. "Shh
baby," I whispered. "Don't move honey."

Amy's eyes opened a crack. "It hurts," she croaked. Tears flooded into
her eyes.

"Don't move honey, or it will hurt more," I assured her.

"Mmmm," moaned Amy.

I stroked the damp strands of golden hair away from her eyes. "Shh
baby," I whispered. "keep still."

"It hurts," Amy finally squeaked.

I placed a kiss on the child's forehead. "I know baby, we'll take them
off soon," a smile crossed my lips and I reached down to move the mole
grips that crushed the child's nipples.

Amy closed her eyes and screamed; her little body shook and I slapped
her across her lovely face. "Hold still!" I snapped.

Amy didn't listen, or didn't hear. The tiny girl kept struggling and
squirming around on the box; she continued to scream. I grunted and
shoved the child off of the box. The poor little girl dropped the three
feet to the floor and landed on her arse. The clamps jumped upward as
she hit the floor and Amy's eyes opened wide. The five year old let out
a horrific scream. I kicked at her, striking the child in the belly. The
little girl's hands moved down to clutch where my foot had contacted;
her whole body twisted as she tried to heave in air. I pressed my foot
down onto the child's chest, pinning her firmly to the floor, and waited
for her catch her breath while her mother lapped at my other heel.

Once the girl had calmed down a little, she stared up at me. Her eyes
begged for me to stop. I grinned down at the beautiful child. "Do you
want those clips off?" I asked her.

Amy managed a nod.

"Mummy is going to come wee on your face and I want you to drink it," I
told her.

Elaine stopped licking and I glanced down at her. I would have kicked
her again if it didn't mean I'd have to take my foot from Amy's chest,
so I ignored it. Amy's eyebrows ruffled even further. "But..." she
started.

"You don't have to drink it all," I said over her. "Just what you can
when she puts it all over your face. If you drink enough I'll take the
clamps off."

"Take them off," cried Amy. "Please."

"Will you do it?" I pressed.

"Yes," sobbed the hysterical child.

"How about you Elaine, will you do it?" I called over my shoulder.

The woman sniffed. "Yes," she said softly.

I smiled. "Well, chop chop," I said.

The woman dragged herself from behind me. Her slow sluggish movements
were testament to the paint the clamps on her nipples were causing her
and testament to how much the clamps on Amy's nipples were hurting her
daughter. I slapped Elaine's tit and watched the clamp sway. The woman
squealed. "If that hurts," I said. "Imagine how your poor baby is
holding up. I suggest you hurry."

The woman was in a flood of tears. Her whole body was flushed red, it
caused the areas of abuse to show up stark against the woman's body. I
smiled and shook Amy with my shoe. The child's body rocked back and
forth and the clips clattered. Amy screamed. "Keep your mouth open now
honey," I said.

Amy's big blue eyes were wide open, they shone with a wild lustre. The
child bared her teeth and shot a cry from the back of her throat. Her
cute little mouth snapped open and she focused on me. I could see the
affection in her eyes. It was almost serene. "Good girl," I said. "It is
almost over honey, just a little longer and I'll take those clips off
okay."

The little girl nodded, keeping her mouth wide open. Elaine shifted her
body around panting a foot on either side of Amy's head. The woman fixed
me with a glare. I've heard of glares that could kill and this one
certainly seemed quite intent on murder. I smiled back. "Don't look at
me like that," I said and spat at her.

My saliva smacked the poor young woman directly in her face. Her eyes
closed and she lowered her head. Her shoulders shook and a pathetic
sound emanated from her chest. I sniggered and shook Amy again. "Hurry,"
I said.

The woman squatted down over her daughter's face. "I'm so sorry baby,"
the woman cried and then she held her breath.

For several moments Elaine strained puffing out air from her lungs. The
piss started off as slow drops falling from the woman's pussy and
splashing across her blond daughter's lips and cheeks. Amy jerked every
time her mother's urine hit her pretty young face. It trailed down in a
tiny thin line leaking over Amy's nose and then into her mouth over her
little pink tongue. I saw Amy's throat move as she swallowed the first
load. Then her mother's bladder spilled out over the poor girl. What had
been a tiny trickle turned into a torrid that filled up Amy's mouth and
covered her young face.

The poor little girl tried to drink it. I could see that she really was
trying. But she gagged, and choked on it. There was just too much of it
for her to take down. I was so proud of her.

When Elaine's pussy did stop dripping, the poor soaked child was left
coughing on her mothers piss. I smiled. "Oh Amy you are such a good
girl," I said.

The child kept her eyes squeezed shut. "Take them off," she flat-out
demanded.

I laughed. "Of course baby."





Chapter 11

Her scream was glorious.

The sumptuous sound reverberated around the brick walls of the cellar.
The resonant cry pierced my very soul; I absorbed all of the agony, all
of the fear and all of the anguish that the tiny five-year-old child was
experiencing. I had never felt so alive, so seraphic. I needed to hurt
this angelic creature even more so that I would feel even better.

However, the pain subsided and the child calmed down into tears. Her
burnt little nipples were cracked and the blood now trailed in three
long lines down her chest and seeped into the outline of her dainty
body. I stroked my hand over the crying child's forehead. "Shh honey," I
whispered.

Amy's breathing was rapid and irregular, and her agape eyes flickered
about with a savage glare. Soon, even that calmed down and she focused
on me. Her big blue and bloodshot peepers stared at me; they were
begging for me to stop. I lent in close and kissed her on her nose. I
brushed my lips down and ran my tongue across her lips, amused at the
taste of her mother's piss.

Elaine was quiet -- probably lost in her own pain as well as that of
her daughter. I looked up at the woman and smiled. The tears dripped off
of her chin and splashed in small drops over her fat breasts, mingling
with her sweat. "I think you should make Amy feel better," I told her.

The pensive woman didn't seem to hear me at first, but then blinked and
cocked her head towards me. "What? Ohh yes sir, how?" she babbled.

I grunted. "Come over here so I can hit you," I told the woman.

At a snails pace, but without hesitation, Elaine dropped to her knees
and crawled towards me. Kneeling up as she got to my feet, the woman
looked me in the eye. She didn't seem to be there at all. I struck her
across the face with the back of my hand and she tipped over, hitting
the floor with a grunt. Her eyes seemed somewhat clearer when she looked
back up at me. "Lick her clean, then get her off," I told my ex.

"Get her off?" she flinched as she asked the question.

I kicked out. "Eat her pussy you stupid whore," I spat at her.

The woman barked in pain and clutched onto her ribs. "Okay!" she cried.

"Get the piss off of her face first," I muttered.

Amy had calmed down to just a quiet, exhausted sobbing. The subdued
little girl closed her bloodshot eyes, she turned her head and yawned.

Elaine pulled herself up into a half-squat so that her head hovered
over where her tiny child lay on the box. She stared at her daughter for
several moments before murmuring, "Sorry."

The young woman poked out her tongue and started to lap her own piss
off of her own infant. Amy started to giggle, although, however much I
wanted to believe that my sexy thing was already recovering, I realized
that it was simply because Mummy was ticking her. Not that her giggling
wasn't very erotic. I crouched down beside mother and daughter and
stroked my fingers through Elaine's dark hair. "Touch the little slut
you inconsiderate whore," I muttered.

The long elegant fingers of Elaine's trembling left hand brushed across
the five-year-old's ankle. With a slow grace the woman moved her hand up
Amy's leg caressing every curve on the child's thigh. The woman touched
her little girl until the leg curved in towards the child's sexual
organ.

My own touch trailed down Elaine's back. I rubbed on the woman,
cherishing the warmth of my former lover. "Rub her pussy," I said. "Amy
likes that."

Elaine's hesitation seemed to drain away; I suspected that she figured
that it was okay so long as she had been told to do it. Her slender
fingers slipped into Amy's tight, bald, abused and sore little crack.
Amy gasped and a tiny moan escaped over her shallow and sharp breaths. I
ran my own hand down over Elaine's bottom and moved my finger's between
her legs. I started to prod her swollen clit. "You can do better than
that Elaine," I said.

The woman grizzled, but her fingers pressed harder into her violated
daughter's tortured pussy. Amy was groaning in a mixture of pain and
pleasure. I could see her hips beginning to wriggle around, but fresh
tears were appearing in her eyes. Her torn little pussy was obviously
causing much pain as well as pleasure. Elaine quickly realized that it
was the hole was causing the discomfort, which led the woman to
concentrate on her baby girl's clitoris.

Amy gasped and moaned. Her little head moved about and the tears
subsided. Her breathing grew deeper and I could see her looking at her
mother. Her cute little gasps sounded out around the room. When she
spoke she surprised even me. "Can we kiss now Mummy," the child begged.

I laughed, pushing a finger inside Elaine, I told the woman, "Go on,
kiss her."

Amy poked out her little wet tongue eager to taste her Mummy. Elaine's
sobs were so pitiful as she opened her mouth to suck her baby girl into
it. I could see that it was Amy that was doing all the kissing. The tiny
little pre-teen didn't seem to mind as she ground her little baby pussy
into her mother's hand and moaned into her mouth.

I settled myself onto my knees beside the two of them and moved my hand
from Elaine's hot twat to Amy's sleek young leg. I ran my fingers up the
child's thigh, smearing her mother's juice over her pale skin, until I
contacted with Elaine. "You know she likes having her pussy licked, you
should do that for her," I said.

Elaine turned her head away. There was wet pop as she broke the seal
with Amy's mouth. "Mummy!" whined Amy with her cute little tongue
hanging out.

Elaine looked at me wish such a glare that I shivered. "I can felt how
wet you are. You do enjoying abusing the little cunt." I laughed.

"You evil bastard," she spat.

I grinned. "And to think, if only everybody had minded their own
business when I was teaching Sammy how to suck cock, I would have
proposed to you and none of this would ever have happened," I said. "Get
down and suck on her pussy you dyke cunt."

"Yeah, lick my fanny instead!" Amy chirped.

"Ohh baby," blubbered the helpless woman.

I took hold of Elaine's dark hair and pulled her downward. The woman
shifted her knees back, barking with every move. Her fingers left Amy's
pussy as she settled her face against her little girl's pelvis. The
woman seemed to stare at it for almost a minute before she pushed out
her tongue and ran it into Amy's pussy.

I reached down between the two of them and used my finger's to spread
Amy's tiny little cunt wide open. Elaine gasped and pulled back her
head. The tear in Amy's little pussy was quite obvious now. It was
bleeding again from what I was doing. Amy had her eyes squeezed shut and
was moaning. More tears appeared at the corners of her eyes and tumbled
down her sweet and twisted face.

It was her hard little clitoris that drew my attention. It was still
utterly tiny, hardly visible, but the tiny little red lump looked
ever-so sore. Hardly surprising, considering I'd hardly left it alone
since I'd abducted the little slut.

I looked up at Elaine and spat into her face. Elaine yelped in
surprised and jerked backward; as she did, I struck the woman across her
jaw with my fist. The blow glanced off of her chin, but Elaine hit the
floor like a stone. "Can't you see your daughter is horny?" I demanded.
"Fucking lick!"

Elaine pulled herself up and let her face drop into Amy's pussy. I felt
her tongue move out over my fingers as she probed Amy's tender and
bleeding little vagina.

Sarah was hunched up in the corner of the room. I could see her out of
the corner of my eye, it was like she was trying to hide herself away
from us. Hoping we'd forget her, no doubt. Frank had his eyes closed.
His cock was bent over but was still holding some shape. He looked quite
exhausted. I, on the other hand, was still up for more; my cock was sore
and almost numb but I was hard.

"Sarah baby," I called.

The little girl jumped and her head shot up. She stared at me, her
bright green eyes locking onto mine. She shook her head. Tears trickled
down her face as her mouth opened. Her lips moved but she made no sound.
Finally, she managed the tiniest little noise. "Yes sir?" she squeaked.

"Come here slut," I said.

The brunette padded towards me with short awkward steps. Staring at my
cock, the child swallowed hard. I looked down at Amy. My little angel
had her eyes closed and a rather serene look covered her features. "I
want you to sit on Amy's face," I said. "I'm sure my baby will lick you,
won't you honey?"

"Ah-huh," moaned Amy.

Sarah looked down at her step-sister and shifted her legs until she had
planted a foot one either side of the child's head. I reached up and
stroked the dark hair away from the eight-year-old's face. "Give me a
smile honey," I said.

The sad little girl stretched her lips until she shot me a hapless
smile. She then crouched down until her hot little pussy was pressed
against her baby sister's face.

Amy stretched her pink wet tongue out into Sarah's pussy. She didn't
know quite what to do with it and just licked up and down the crack. It
looked beautiful: these three girls making love in front of us. On the
other hand, it was also quite pitiful. Of all three the only one
enjoying the experience was my little Amy.

I loved her.

I massaged my foreskin up and down my sore cock head. I was enjoying
myself nearly as much as Amy. I looked across at Frank, he had eyes open
and was staring at the three females in his life. His cock was now as
stiff as my own, but he kept his hand away.

"Hmmm Mummy," Amy groaned into Sarah's pussy.

The youngest girl squirmed about, wriggling and giggling. It was almost
as if she had forgotten about all of the pain she had been put through
just minutes before. The blood had dried on her chest but tears still
fell down her sweet little face from her shut eyes.

My eyes drifted up over Sarah's long legs. The pale skinned child was
trembling, and it was causing her bottom to wobble. I reached my hand
forward pressed my fingers into the small of her back.

The child flinched at my touch. I really felt sorry for the poor little
thing; she'd experienced so much for someone so young.

It was so sexy.

My attention was diverted as Frank stood up. His long thick cock
extended in front of him, the fat red head barely visible through the
small opening in his foreskin. "I'm going to make some coffee," he
yawned.

"Too much for you?" I jibbed.

"I'm fucking knackered," the man admitted. "But after coffee I'll be
good and then we can get on with this."

The man's eyes shone with much more ardency than I would have liked,
but we had already discussed this. This time it was his call. "Sure I'll
have some, strong and white," I said.

"No problem," said Frank. "They do look cute like that."

As Frank turned to leave I looked down at the three of them. I gazed at
Elaine's supple neck, and the way the small bones extruded in her back
and I felt my heart quicken. I found myself no longer interested in this
show. "You may as well stop," I muttered.

Elaine broke off of her daughter immediately and knelt up looking
relived that she hadn't gotten the child off any more. Sarah was slower
to respond, the little girl fell to the side and sat cross legged
staring at Amy, Elaine and myself; she still trembled.

Amy grabbed onto her Mother's arm an pulled herself up. "But I don't
wanna stop," she moaned. "It hurts when it stops."

I smiled at them all. They were all so beautiful but I felt the most
pity for Sarah. The eight-year-old started shake her head. "I wish I'd
never come to live here," she mumbled.

"Ohh I'm so sorry," Elaine moaned.

"I want to go back to live with my Mummy. MY Mummy."

Elaine reached her arms forward and Sarah sunk into her embrace. She
wrapped her arms around the woman and buried her head against her
step-mother's shoulder. Elaine squeezed on the little girl rubbing her
back. The woman was speechless. It was obvious from where I was sitting
that she found the 'it will be all right' speeches to be utterly futile.

The woman hugged her little ward. I was touched as I watched them hold
each other and cry their eyes out. "I had no idea," Elaine moaned. "I'm
so sorry."

Sarah stopped making any noise at all for a moment and then pulled
back, tearing herself from Elaine's embrace. "It's all your fault!" she
screamed.

Elaine was stunned. She breathed in hard and fast causing her breasts
to rise and fall quickly. "N-no don't think that baby," she moaned.

The young woman reached out towards the little girl but Sarah pulled
back. "No it is all your fault," she sobbed. "My mummy fucked me and
Granddad never hurt me. He liked watching. If you did that for Daddy..."

The child fell to the floor a babbling mess.

I looked at Elaine. She sat with her mouth agape. I was just as stunned
as my former lover. It wasn't every day a child accused you for not
molesting her. "Jenny f-f what?" Elaine murmured.

"My word," I sighed with a wide grin spreading across my lips.

The child didn't answer.

Elaine shifted herself forward and rubbed on Sarah's back. "Please
don't think it is my fault," she murmured. "Please..."

It was too late for her to say any more, Frank pushed open the door and
tottered down the steps, singing to himself. The girls fell silent.
Apart from Amy, who was moaning. The little thing was masturbating
again. I had to laugh.

Frank handed me the flask of coffee and I took a swig almost choking
from the strength. "Jesus Frank, how much did you put in?"

The man ignored me and instead held up his hand. "Look what I found,"
he said grinning.

The two thick meat skewers looked menacing, the dull twisted steel was
certainly blunt, they were more than a decade old. I'd forgotten I'd
ever had them. "Do you want the honours or should I?" the man asked.

"Ahhhh," gasped Amy.

"I think Amy should do it," I suggested.

"You are a cruel bastard," Frank laughed.

Frank handed me one of the skewers, and he reached down to snatch up
the tiny child in his huge hands. As she was pulled form the ground the
child screamed. "No!" her tiny mitts extended towards me and she kicked
her small feet about.

I reached out and took the child Frank and wrapped her in my arms.
"Shhh," I said rubbing her back. "It's alright. He was just giving you
to me honey. We want you to do something for us."

The teary eyed blond looked up at me. "Okay Uncle Ian," she whispered
and settled her head against my chest.

"Shhh," I sounded and rubbed my finger across her button nose. "I love
you baby."

Amy looked up. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I reassured her. I lifted up the skewer
and I felt Amy's leg's clench against my waist. The little girl squeezed
her eyes shut and buried her face into my chest. "I want you to stab
Mummy's boob with this."

The little girl raised her head. "Oh?" she whispered.

"Will you do that for me baby?" I asked.

The child reached up with her small hand and took he skewer into it and
nodded. She was such a tiny little thing that I doubted she'd be able to
pierce Elaine's skin, but I wanted to see her try. "Yes," she whispered
rubbing her other hand over my hairy chest. "I love you back."

I leant down and kissed Amy on her forehead. "You are such a good
girl," I told her.

Frank grabbed Elaine and pulled her to her feet. "Hold your tits so
your daughter can stab you better, cunt," he growled at her.

Elaine moved her hands up her belly and lifted her tits up in her
hands. She stared at me as she supported them. "You are an evil
bastard," she growled at me.

I nodded and kissed Amy on her ear. "Come on now baby, hit it against
her nice and hard okay?"

"Okay sir," Amy said.

Amy lifted her hand up above her head and brought the sharp skewer down
against Elaine's left breast. Nothing happened, a tiny dent showed in
top it. Amy growled, I was surprised at her. The child lifted her hand
again and, against stabbed at her Mummy. Again the skewer bounced off.
"Not fair," the child spat.

The little stabbed at her Mother's breast with abandon, her hand went
up and down as she tried to get it inside. Elaine was mewling with pain.

Amy gasped and then Elaine screamed. The child jumped back into me and
wrapped her hands around my neck. Elaine had pulled her hand up to grab
hold of her breast. I could see the blood dribbling around her fingers.

I reached for the skewer and held onto the top. "Move your hand back
down," I ordered the woman.

Elaine did as she was told. The skewer had barley pierced the flesh,
but it had been enough. I smiled and started push down on it myself,
slowly driving the skewer through the woman's breast. The woman's eyes
rolled and her hands dropped to the side. I was surprised that she
didn't pass out.

As the point of the skewer extruded form the bottom of her breast I let
it go, watching the clamp wobble. I took hold of the mole grips and
looked at Elaine. "Do these hurt?" I asked.

The woman gasped. "God yes," she sobbed.

I shrugged and let it drop. The woman barked with pain as her bleeding
breast bounced. With a grin I pulled my hand back to myself and put it
with the other one, fondling Amy's bum. "I'm sorry," the child
whimpered.

I turned my back on Elaine and stoked my left hand up over Amy's back.
"Aww that's okay honey," I moaned. "You were a good girl."

"I guess I should do the next one," Frank chuckled.

I wanted to see this and so I turned back around. Frank grabbed hold of
the clamp attracted to the nipple of Elaine's other breast and pulled it
straight out. The woman squeezed her eyes shut and let out a long cry.
The man pressed the dull end of the thick skewer more than two inches
above her nipple. The skin around the point began to wrinkle and concave
as the man increased the pressure. Elaine's moan turned into a
shattering howl as the skewer plunged into her breast.

The man drove the spike through his wife's bosom until it tore out of
the bottom. Frank released the mole-grips and took a step back with a
wide grin across his face. Even I had to admire the symmetry.

I moved up behind the woman, and, still holding her infant daughter in
my arms, shoved her forwards across to one of the boxes. The hapless
woman shuffled forwards as I pushed until she was stood next to the box.

I perched Amy down on the wooden surface and smiled at the baby girl.
The little angel kicked her legs against the box and stared at her
mother, it was as if she was just curious to see what was going to
happen next.

Satisfied that Amy would be good I placed both of my hands on Elaine.
"Kneel," I told her.

The woman's shudders reverberated down my arms as she crouched towards
the floor. As her tortured breast contacted with the box I held her
fast. "That is enough," I told her.

The half-crouched woman drew in a deep breath. Her legs shook out of
sync with the rest of her body causing her to wobble about. I pushed her
forward a little to get her breasts to settle on the box. They only went
as far as the two skewers but I felt that was enough.

I reached down to grab Elaine's hands and pulled her arms behind her
back. I pulled them up until the woman barked with even more pain. Frank
made his way beside his wife and myself. Amy whimpered and shrank away
from the big man but as I shot her a glare the poor little girl just
lowered her shoulders and kept in her seat.

Frank cast his hand and a dozen six inch nails scattered across the
box. I wish I could have seen the look on Elaine's face . "No!" the
woman screamed. "Please, dear god no! You can't be serious."

She pulled against me and nearly ripped her hands free from my grasp. I
placed my knee into the centre of her back and pressed her forward.
Elaine's struggles turned into a slight wriggle but her sobs increased
in volume.

Frank brandished the claw hammer and grinned. "Come off it cunt, I'm
just going to nail your tits down to the box. It isn't like I'm going to
lay Amy out and nail her down," he said.

"You wouldn't!" cried Elaine.

Frank make a fist with his free hand and smacked his wife across the
jaw. "Yes I fucking would!" he roared at her.

Elaine stopped struggling and leaned back against me. Her breast heaved
as she drew in a deep breath and then spat blood out over the box.

I pushed my face into her hair and gave her a kiss. While Frank lined
up the first nail; digging it into the woman's areola, just above where
the mole-grips crushed her dark nipple.

Frank raised the hammer above his head and I braced myself. My eyes
followed it as it shot downward and struck the flat head of the nail.
The silver spike sunk almost two inches through Elaine's breast and into
the box below.

The scream was astounding, and the strength of which Elaine pulled at
me was just as amazing. I grunted as I strained to keep her still. Frank
didn't seem at all concerned about my efforts as he put the second nail
to the woman's other breast. Again, he smacked it straight through and
into the box.

Elaine's fight almost died as the fourth nail was put through her
breasts, and by the sixth I let go of her and watched the woman slump
forward against the box. She cried out as her breasts tore and pressed
her hands against the box to right herself a little.

Elaine stared down at her tits, and at the six nails that held them in
place as Frank lined up yet another. The woman looked up at her husband.
"Please," she whimpered.

Frank didn't even answer her before he drove the nail in. The only
acknowledgement he gave her with the next nail was to pull her hand out
of the way so that he could put it in. Elaine was running out of skin
but Frank still had many more nails to go.

Amy was looking at her mother's face and breasts. Oddly, there wasn't
concern on her expression but curiosity. I placed my hand on Amy's thigh
and squeezed it. "I want you to go and get me the chain I used to whip
you earlier," I told her.

Amy ruffled her brow.

"Aww baby, it's for Mummy," I said.

"Oh, okay," said Amy.

The child held out her arms and I helped her down and watched as she
scurried off across the cellar. Casting my gaze then across to my right,
I saw the washing line I had used to tie Amy up on her first day. With a
smile I walked over to retentive the yellow nylon. Looking back at how
Elaine was keeping herself up by just her hands I grinned.

I pulled the woman's hand away together and laughed as she fell against
the box. My ex lover squealed as her tits tore once again. Frank was
still finding area's to drive in more nails, and now had five in each
breast. As glanced down at them he shrugged, "No more room," he
muttered.

"You forgot her nipples," I reminded him.

The man chuckled to himself and then reached down to release the
mole-grips from the woman's breasts. Her reaction was not quite what I
had hoped: although she did cry out and her body trembled even more than
it already was. I guess that not much was returning to her nipples from
where it was spilling out from where the nails were embedded into her.

As Frank lined up the next nail, I bound Elaine's hands behind her
back. With her trembling legs, it was all Elaine could do to keep from
ripping the nails out of her own breasts. I felt Amy rub up against me,
her head settled on my arse and her arms wrapped around my legs.

I put my hand down and traced over her tiny fingers and eased the chain
from her grip. Amy leg to of my leg and moved back around in front of
me. I couldn't help myself. I lashed the chain at her, aiming for her
fat little pussy. The whip missed and wrapped around her waist and
finally striking across her belly. Amy tripped up and tumbled to the
floor where she curled up into a little ball. She wept and trembled
holding her hands to the new whip mark on her belly.

I smiled, it was so cute to see her like that. My cock twitched and I
was about to put my hand down to rub it but starting at Amy I had a
better idea. "Suck me," I told the child.

I turned back around in time to see Frank drive in the last nail
through Elaine's nipple. I could hardly see any flesh below the two
skewers. There was, however, plenty of blood.

Amy pulled herself up and crawled in front of me. Her tiny hand
wrapping around my cock came almost as a surprise. I reached down and
stroked her golden hair. "That is a good girl," I said and she put it in
her mouth.

My cock was too over used and numb for there to be any real chance of
cumming into Amy's lovely little mouth, but it felt celestial just
having this angel suck on me.

Frank started whack the nails in further, banging several with each
blow he watched as they sunk deeper and deeper through Elaine's breasts.
It was only a matter of time before the hammer mashed into the woman's
mutilated boobs.

As Elaine screamed I started to whip her back and arse with the chain.
In just two blows her legs gave out, Frank was still bashing at her
breasts with the hammer, blood was spraying across the box as he started
to smash at the woman's nipples.

I swung my own arm back and forth, bringing up long red lines across her
abused body. We both rained torturous blows onto Elaine. Her supple body
twisted under the brutal assault; tearing at her own breasts to get away
from the pain. Then, all of a sudden, the screaming stopped and Elaine's
limp body hung from the box with just the nails through her breasts.

I pulled back her head to and stared at her pain ridden face. Even
unconscious like this she looked like she was in utter agony. "At least
she's still breathing," I muttered.

"How long is it going to take," spat Frank. His cock strained out in
front of him it was so swollen it looked like it might pop.

I looked down at Amy and ran my finger's through her blond hair. "Get
Sarah to give head," I said. "That'll keep it up."

The man snorted and threw his hammer down. I had to admit that, with
what he was waiting for, having his cock in his little girl's mouth
again did pale in comparison.

I glanced back down at Amy and at her mouth stretched wide over my
cock, she was so cute. I then looked across at Sarah. It occurred to me
that I might not have another chance to this. I reached down and grabbed
Amy and pulled her off of my cock. She flinched as I lifted her up onto
the box but she stood starring at me. I looked down and gave a sad smile
at her abused little body. She was so violated that it must have been
painful for the little thing to so much as move.

"Sarah. Honey," I called.

"Y-yes sir?" the little girl squeaked back.

I turned around to look at the trembling brunette. "Come here baby
slut," I told her.

The panicked little girl quickly strode across the room and came to a
stop in front of me. Her big green eyes looked at mine but the child
looked like she was ready to run away at any moment.

The child winced as I placed my hands under her arms. I lifted the dark
haired eight year old up and stood her on the box, beside Amy and just
in front of Elaine's bleeding boobs.

The two girls stood shifting from foot to foot. I looked at the
terrified Sarah. She, being a little more experienced, would know what
to do. I smiled and ran my nail up her long leg. "I want you to make
love to Amy; just like how Mummy used to fuck you, understand?" I said.

Sarah took in a deep breath and glanced down at the chain I had in my
hand. "It is for if you don't do it good enough," I told her.

Sarah shook her head.

I sighed. "You love Amy don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, yes," said Sarah.

"Like your Mummy used to love you?"

"Ah-huh."

"Well, I want you to make Amy happy. Like Mummy used to do to you."

"Okay," whispered Sarah.

"Is she going to lick me!" chirped Amy.

I laughed. "Well that is up to Sarah baby," I said.

"Yeah I want you to lick me," Amy told Sarah.

Sarah extended her hand and stroked Amy's hair from in front of her
eyes. "Yes Amy, I'm going to lick you."

"Yey!"

Sarah leant forward until her mouth brushed across Amy's cheek. Amy
moaned and put her arms around her big-sister's waist. Her little mouth
opened up and she mewled. Sarah put her arms around Amy and moved her
head across placing tiny little kisses across the little girl's face
until the eight-year-old found her step-sister's mouth. Amy pushed her
tongue out into Sarah's willing mouth and the two pre-teens locked
against each other.

Sarah's hands ran down Amy's battered little body. Stroking their way
over the child's back and over her red and bruised buttocks. There
wasn't much white skin left on Amy.

Sarah trailed her left hand between Amy's buttocks and down to access
her pussy from the rear. Amy moaned and started to grind her self back
on Sarah's hand.

Sarah pulled her head to the side, breaking form the kiss. Amy moaned
and Sarah took her hand out form her pussy. "Lay down," Sarah said.

"Okay," said Amy in a breathless tone.

The five-year-old settled herself down onto her back and opened her
legs wide. She knew exactly what she wanted.

Sarah dropped to her knees and leant over Amy until her lips touched
the child's damaged nipple. "Mmmm," Amy moaned squirming around the box.

I looked across at Frank. The man had his hand on his stiff cock and
was stroking it very slowly. I considered doing the same, but I was sore
enough as it was. I wanted to save something.

Sarah trailed her kisses down Amy's tiny body. The five-year-old blond
giggled as the older girl pecked at her body. Amy wriggled her hips
trying to coax her step-sister down to her baby cunt.

The eight-year-old girl continued her slow decent down Amy's body,
until she started to lick around the child's belly button. "Not there!"
cried Amy. "Down, my fanny please!"

Sarah giggled and opened her mouth wide and encircled Amy's navel and
then started to kiss her way back up her belly.

Amy started shift herself up with Sarah, "No, the other way!" the cute
five-year-old moaned.

Sarah giggled, "Sorry," she squeaked and started back down.

Amy sighed as Sarah settled her face into her pussy. I looked across to
see the young girl running her tongue over Amy's clit. It was a
beautiful sight.

Amy opened her mouth and breathed in hard; her flat little chest rose
and fell rapidly and she squirmed about on the rough wooden box. Her
hand flailed out to the side and bashed her mother in the face.

Elaine jerked and let out a cry. I snatched the woman's hair and pulled
her head back. She opened her eyes and glazed at me. She blinked a few
times and then squeezed them shut. Tears flooded back into her eyes. She
opened her mouth as if to speak but I slapped the woman hard before she
could make a noise. Pushing her head level I let her watch as Sarah made
lesbian love to her sweet little daughter.

Amy was gasping and moaning, and she squirmed around the box flailing
her arms around, quite often she would smack her sobbing Mummy in the
face or her mutilated breasts. The child screamed her climax. Her tiny
baby body trembled as the orgasm racked her tiny frame. Sarah sat up
licking her lips and turned her head as if to seek my approval.

I smiled at them.

Frank, was now obviously impatient he came up behind the children and
shoved them both off of the desk. As they hit the floor both little
girls started to cry. They scrambled together and huddled in each others
arms.

The claw hammer clunked as it smacked into the top of the wooden box.
The man hastily thrust the claw around the first nail, tearing a huge
gash in Elaine's breast as he did it, to pull the it out of the wood.

Elaine screamed and faltered, but I put my hand out to steady her and
watched while Frank uprooted the long nails. After pulling up three
Frank hit on the idea of simply easing the hammer beneath Elaine's
mutilated breast and heaving it up. One of the remaining nails pulled
up, but the one in her nipple tore out. Blood poured from the tear and
the delirious woman howled.

The man wasted no time with the other breast. He simply forced the
sharp claw of the hammer under Elaine's breast and levered it up. The
nails in the centre of her mammary pulled out of the box, while those at
the edges, and in her nipple tore out of Elaine's flesh. The blood was
insurmountable. It poured out of the many tears and streamed down
Elaine's belly.

While it wasn't life threatening, it did look like a lot. I pulled
Elaine up to her feet. The woman wobbled but was able to stand on her
own. Frank was breathing hard, panting like a dog. He dropped to the
floor and lay back with his cock pointing straight into the air.

I pushed Elaine forward until she stood straddling her husband. She
stared down at her bloody breasts. She seemed quite unaware as I pushed
her down. She gasped as Frank's cock pushed its way inside her pussy,
her head shot around and she stared at me. Tears flooded down her lovely
face. "Help," she whimpered.

I smiled at the woman. My former lover. My heart pounded in my chest as
I raised the chain. I held an end in either hand she looked at it. "I
love you honey," I said to her softly.

Frank raised his hands and gripped hold of her hips pulling her down,
impaling her with his cock. She tugged at her hands, still tied behind
her back. I grinned and wrapped the chain around my ex lover's neck. I
tightened it until I heard her choke and then drop the ends over her
shoulders so that they dangled over her bleeding breasts.

As the chain loosened Elaine took in a deep breath. "No!" she screamed,
as she was suddenly aware as to what as happening. "Please God no! Oh
please noooo!"

Frank snatched up the ends of the chain and pulled on them. All
Elaine's screams and pleas were cut off. The woman pulled at her knees,
trying to get away from the man. Frank, started fuck up into his wife as
he pulled on the chain. Elaine's face was purple and Frank's eyes looked
like those of a wild animal.

My own cock pressed out hard in front of me. I couldn't help but rub it
with one hand while smeared the blood from Elaine's breasts over her
with my other.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Amy started to cry she ran over towards us and started
pull on Frank's hand.

The man swatted at her and the five year old was sent sprawling across
the room. She looked up with tears flooding down her face. "Mummy," she
gasped as the woman collapsed onto Frank's chest.

But the man wasn't finished. He pulled the chains even harder. Even I
cringed as I heard her neck snap. My cock, however, leapt at the
sickening sound. Amy screamed and held her head in her hands. "Mummy,"
she moaned.

Frank hurled the woman's body, and she was quite dead, over until her
floppy head smacked against the concrete floor and he could pivot
himself better. He started to fuck hard into his late wife. He was
drooling all over her lifeless face. Her eyes were wide and her tongue
swollen. I didn't find it at all appealing. Frank kissed it. My friend
fucked into his wife's lifeless body until he finally grunted. His legs
stiffened and his muscular buttocks shuddered. His cum spilt into her
body and he rolled off of her.

Amy looked up for just a moment and hid her face away again. "Mummy!"

Chapter 12

A bath of silence encompassed everyone in the room. It was as if nobody
dared make a sound, not even to breath. Even poor young Amy was silent.
Although I could feel her breathing, I couldn't hear it. It occurred to
me that my pulse, pounding in my ears, was the reason I couldn't hear
anything. Amy's face was pressed into my chest. I could feel her hot
breath brushing over my belly. I held the child in a crushing embrace. I
couldn't help but think that I was hurting her. Amy, however, didn't
seem to mind. She never made a sound as she squeezed against.

Frank lay flat on the concrete floor. The large man had his eyes
closed. A look of fathomless brooding lay on his exhausted features.
Elaine lay sprawled out next to her husband. Her lifeless body cooled in
a vulgar position left from how Frank had fucked her: her legs splayed
wide. Her head twisted towards the left at an angle that was sickening
even to look at. The warm yellow light from the bulb above my head
glittered red on the chain embedded in my former lover's neck.

Then there was Sarah. Yet another victim of my cruel games. I realized
that I should be ashamed of myself. Why didn't I feel that way? I shook
my head and concentrated on the battered little girl. She was sat in her
corner again. I don't know when she had slipped away to hide behind the
big wooden crates She sat now with her hands wrapped around her knees.
There were no tears. She just rocked back and forth in silence.

Finally, there was myself. I didn't quite know what to think. The smell
of sweat, urine and now Elaine's shit, released during the time Frank
had been playing the necrophiliac, filled the room. I felt nauseous from
it. Sick even, I was utterly terrified at myself. It is a strange
feeling, to realize that one is a monster. Nevertheless, Even that
wasn't enough to make me want to leave.

The deviance of it was that, in other ways, that same realization was
utterly invigorating. Revolting, for sure, but perverse in nature; I
couldn't help but feel it. Or maybe it was just Amy's trembling body
pressed against me. That was all it ever was about. Amy. I couldn't
quite comprehend how everything had gotten out of hand and had come
to... This!

I could remember her though. The sweet innocent little thing I'd picked
up in the forest. The child who had trusted me, the bad man of the
village, simply because I was her 'Uncle Ian', and she remembered that I
was nice. Why did she still love me? That question haunted me. I'm not
sure why, but it seemed that things would have been easier if, like
Elaine and Sarah, she could hate me. It occurred to me that, it would
have been easier for me to do this if she hated me.

There was nothing but love and utmost devotion that flowed from Amy. I
felt a moment of regret that I couldn't keep her. However, after what we
had done. That wasn't really an option. Time cut my losses. Grinned at
the pun, and the scowled at myself. To be honest, I felt like a lost
little boy.

I eased up the pressure of my hug. Amy whimpered. "Mummy," she
breathed.

She tried to squeeze herself against me, but she just didn't have the
strength in her tiny body to simulate what I'd been doing. It occurred
to me that, of all the things I had done, the most cruel would be to
deny her comfort now.

I took hold of her hips and pried the child away from me. Her small
arms kept hold of my body until the last moment where she broke free. My
tiny, sweet little slut looked at me with her big blue eyes. I could
feel her trembling. She looked like a terrified puppy. What was wrong
with me that those big eyes and pitiful expression had the opposite
effect then intended? Why didn't it bring out the nurturing nature in
me? Why did I want to kill her for it?

I studied her face. It was the one place on her body I had hardly
touched. There was a bruise on her left cheek, it was a big bruise and
obviously quite painful. I wondered, for a moment, just how many times I
had it her there.

I settled Amy back down on the floor, and watched as the tiny form
shuffled around to look at her Mummy. She bit her lip. "Mummy is
asleep?" she asked, although I could hear in her voice that she knew it
was much more serious.

"No baby," I said.

"She's in heaven." she stated. "Just like Boris."

Boris? It took me a moment to place the name. When I did I couldn't
help but smile. Boris. I gave her that puppy for Christmas, just before
her mother and I had broken up. Boris was dead? "What happened to
Boris?" I asked.

"He went to heaven," whispered Amy.

I laughed. I couldn't help myself. Not a outright, or even obvious
laugh, but a quiet giggle. "Why did he go to heaven honey?" I asked.

"Is Mummy in heaven now? Is she taking care of Boris? He's been all
alone," she asked.

What could I say? I moved up behind the little girl and put my hands on
her shoulders. I pulled her back into me and put my hands on her chest.
"Yes baby," I said. "Mummy is taking care of Boris in heaven now." Then
I kissed her on the top of the head.

Amy nodded. She settled her head back against my belly and I heard her
sigh. I gazed down at Am, at the small curve of her belly under head,
and her long sexy legs stretching out to the floor.

It seemed to me that there was hardly an inch that I'd not marked or
bruised. The child looked like finger painting. Red, blue, brown, green,
yellow and black smeared themselves across her tiny body. How much abuse
could one five-year-old child take? How much abuse should she take?

My cock seemed to have its own answer. It raised itself, brushing
against Amy's back. I could feel the fine hairs on the child's skin. Amy
pulled herself up and turned around to see. She watched intently as I
got stiff. I gazed on her in silence as she reached out with one of her
dainty little hands to grip me.

Her hand was so small that her grip didn't quite encompass the entire
diameter of my cock. Indeed it looked massive against her. Amy lifted it
up and gazed at my balls hanging beneath. I gasped as she moved her
other hand up to touch them. She looked up at me. "Please may I suck you
Uncle Ian?" she asked.

I moaned, "Yes baby."

Amy let go of my cock, and her hand joined the other one playing with
my balls. The five-year-old opened her mouth wide and took the head into
her sweet young mouth.

No sooner had she started to suck, did tears flow into Amy's eyes. The
child squeezed them shut and the two drops of water fell down her cheek,
but were followed by no more. However, her mouth sucked down hard on my
penis. One of her small hands left my balls and I watched as it
disappear between her legs. I remembered her saying that it didn't hurt
if she was being licked or rubbed. My guess was that she was trying to
make the hurt of watching her Mummy killed go away. Why she wanted to
suck my cock, however, was a mystery.

I let her do it. Even I wasn't mean enough to stop her now. Time
drifted past slowly. Her mouth was sublime on my sore and over-used
cock. Her moans became more desperate as she masturbated. I was sure she
now knew exactly where her clitoris was, and that she was rubbing on it
hard.

Amy started to tremble and then her legs gave way and she slipped from
my cock into a ball at my feet. I watched her body convulse and listened
to her screams and moans of utter pleasure.

I continued to watch in silence as she calmed down. Her legs stopped
shaking and her shoulders started. Amy curled into a little ball and
burst into tears.

My eyes swept over the trembling, grief stricken child. Her grizzled
crying was now the only sound in the room. My gaze drifted down the mass
of bruise on her back to her soft round bottom. Her fat little arse was
much like the rest of her body, maybe more so, a blue-yellow contusion.
Little blisters and red cuts littered the surface. I could barely
remember the little white perfect arse that I had whipped and fucked
only days before.

I turned my head towards the stairs and spotted the stick I'd first
used to cane her with. A long flat flexible strip of pine. "Amy," I
said.

The little girl gasped and pulled her head up to look at me. Her pretty
face was all crumpled and red and her lips turned down and open with the
grizzle. "Come and give Uncle Ian a cuddle," I said.

Amy took in several deep breaths through her mouth and stood up, she
waddled over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She looked up
at my face. I could see the pain -- emotional pain -- that had now
entered the child's big blue eyes.

I reached up with my hand and wiped the child's nose. I smiled at her.
"There is a stick by the stairs," I said.

The child's grip tightened. I could feel her shaking but she said
nothing. "I need to hurt you again," I said.

"Why?" moaned the teary little girl.

"Because," I answered.

"Why?" Amy persisted.

"Go and get me the stick," I said.

"But..."

I struck the little girl across the face with palm of my hand. I hit
the big bruise almost spot on and the way that her eyes went wide before
she smothered herself into my stomach told he just how much that had
hurt."You still can't do as you are told," I said. "I need to hurt you."

The child pushed her face hard into my belly and sobbed like a baby. I
could feel her warm tears, and hot breath stroke on my skin. "Go and get
the stick," I said again.

This time Amy tore herself from her embrace. She looked up at me with
those big puppy-dog eyes and bit down on her top lip. She turned her
head across to the stairs. I heard a low mewl come from the little girl
as she saw what I intended to hit her with. My little angel padded
across the room and stared down at the stick. She paused for a moment
and then turned back to me. She was begging me, without making a single
sound. I smiled at her. "Hurry baby," I said.

The little girl made another sound in the back of her throat and turned
back to the wicked cane. She bent over, giving me a lovely sight of her
puckered little arse hole -- even that was a purply colour. She grabbed
onto the sick by the middle and quickly ran back to me.

She stood very close to me and lifted the stick up. "Please Uncle Ian.
I wanna go bed," wept the child.

I smiled at the hapless little girl. "Soon honey," I said. "You can
rest lots soon."

Amy nodded. Her hands joined together under her belly and she shifted
about nervously. Sniffing back her tears she looked back up to me.
"Please!" she tried again.

I swung the stick about, causing it to make swooshing noises. I enjoyed
watching how the baby girl flinched at that sound. I ran my tongue
across my lips; it was all I could do not to drool.

"Turn around honey, bend over," I told her.

The little girl put her hands over her eyes before she turned back to
face her dead mother and Frank. The obedient child bent over, poking her
plump bottom out at me.

I swooshed the stick about again and watched with glee at how her
little bum quivered. I brought the cane around and smacked it hard
across the child's plump backside. Amy howled and stumbled forward
several steps. I lashed out again before the little child had even
stopped moving. Amy squealed loudly. I hit her again, and again, lashing
at her lovely little bottom.

Amy's legs gave way and she stumbled forward, landed in a heap beside
her mother. I didn't stop hitting her. I simply moved my focal point
from her arse to her legs, and whacked down the length of them. Amy
screamed and grizzled. With each blow the child tried to curl herself
into a smaller ball.

I found the whole act oddly frustrating. I kept hitting out harder and
harder. Trying to find a better place. Whipping the poor screaming and
exhausted baby girl. Trying to make her produce a better scream.

Amy kicked out her left leg. It looked like an involuntary reaction. It
flailed around as if trying to evade my blows as I played with whipping
at it. As it danced about I caught little glimpses of my baby's fat
little pussy. Almost out of pure instinct I tried to hit it.

I struck many times across the tops of her legs and inside of her
thighs, but I just couldn't seem to get good contact. Out of my
frustration I reached down and grabbed hold of the child's ankle.

Amy squealed as I dragged her across the floor towards me. Her tiny
body twisted as I lifted her off of the ground until most of her weight
was supported by her shoulders. She made no attempt to produce a
cohesive sound. The little girl just sobbed and cried and screamed. Her
free leg hung almost limp to the side. It made such a perfect target out
of her pretty little pussy.

I struck it hard with the stick. I listened to the magnificent squeal
that left her lungs,and watched as her exhausted little legs try to push
themselves together. The moment her thighs parted I stuck her cunt
again. I reveled in her cries. I took every opportunity I got to whack
her lovely young cunt.

However, my arm quickly grew tied and eventually I was forced to drop
the screaming child. Amy curled back up into a ball and stayed like
that. Crying her sweet little eyes out.

I sighed. I knew I was just dragging this out. I was tormenting the
child just to prolong what was about to happen. I just couldn't do that
any more. For some reason the will to see her screaming had drained for
me. It was for me to give her this one mercy.

I turned my back on the broken and crying child and walked across the
room to one of the plastic carrier-bags Frank and I had brought. I
reached inside and clasped on the black plastic handle. My hand trembled
as I drew the knife from the bag.

The five inch long blade curved upward slightly. The stainless steel
lustre cast light into my eyes. I turned the blade over in my hand and
gazed at the keen edge. Taking a deep breath I looked back across at
Amy. The tiny little girl was still crying. She was utterly oblivious.

I closed my mouth and took a deep, nervous breath. Butterflies swarmed
in my stomach as I took the steps towards Amy. My legs felt like they
were made of lead. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My mouth
watered. My breathing came in short gasps.

I was doing it. I was actually doing it.

My hand trembled as I sat the knife on the box and crouched down to
little Amy. The five-year-old girl flinched as I placed my hand on her
shoulder. I pulled across, rolling her onto her back.

Amy unraveled herself and laid flat. The scared child gazed up at me. I
could hardly see any white beneath the bloodshot surface of her pretty
eyes. She breathed in short gasping breaths. I noticed that she was
giving me an odd look.

"I am going to fuck you," I said. My voice came out in a croak. I could
barely breath, let alone talk.

Amy didn't say a word but her legs parted and I could see her sore red
little pussy. The beating I'd given her really must have hurt.

I got to my knees beside my little fuck angel. I grinned at her and
stroked her hair from her eyes. "I love you," I said. "No more hurting
now."

Amy gasped. "Don't fuck me," she whispered. "Please, it hurts."

"Shhh," I whispered and leant down to kiss her forehead.

I shifted my body and placed a knee on either side of the tiny child. I
could see her trembling. I placed my hand on her belly and smiled.
"It'll be okay," I said. "I'll go slow."

Amy squeezed her eyes shut.

I took my cock in my hand and pushed it down to rub against my pretty
little girl's torn pussy. Amy opened her small mouth and gave a series
of short gasps. She looked like she was in agony, and I'd not even tried
to push in yet.

"Be brave honey," I told her.

The blood was rushing through my veins and I was dizzy with excitement
and anticipation. I started to push at my baby slave's little pussy. "Ow
ow ow!" cried Amy.

I stroked my free hand across Amy's sweat-soaked forehead and kept
pushing. "That's a good girl. Just a little more."

"Mmmmmmmm."

My cock slipped inside of her, and I pushed it deep into the child's
immature womb. Amy opened her eyes and sucked in tiny little breaths.
She wriggled her hips but found herself pinned down by my cock.

I led there with the tiny child pressed beneath my girth. Her supple
young body shuddering against me. "Close your eyes baby," I whispered.

Amy squeezed her little peepers shut and braced her little body. I knew
she was waiting for me to start fucking. "Keep them shut," I told her.

I eased myself deeper into the child's little cunt. Then slowly drew it
out a few inches, then back in. I was going as slow and gentle into the
torn pussy as I could. It was quivering against me.

I kept my gradual and slow fuck going. I was very gentle with the child
I had, up until now, simply brutalized. Not that this fuck wasn't
extremely painful on the little thing. When I looked down to where her
head rested under my chest I could see the tears streaming around her
bright red face.

As I reached up my heart started to thump so hard I could have sworn it
was audible. My hand felt about the box and my finger slipped against
the blade. I gasped as the sharp instrument opened a shallow gash in my
finger. I followed the blade down to the plastic handle and took hold of
the grip.

I put the knife into my other hand and looked at the small cut. It
wasn't at all serious, but the blood was already running down my finger.
"Keep your eyes closed," I warned Amy.

I knelt up a little, keeping my cock embedded inside the child's
uterus. I looked down at my lovely girls sexy little face. I put my hand
down and turned my finger towards her and watched as my blood dripped
off onto her screwed-up features. As my blood dripped over her pretty
nose the child turned her head away but I followed it. The blood didn't
last long but it made several pretty red drops across Amy's face.

The little girl, keeping her eyes closed, reached up to her face wiped
it. Smearing my blood in long streaked across her nose, mouth and
cheeks. As the blood stopped dripping from my finger I turned my
attention back to my other hand. I was surprised to see my knuckles as
white as ghost. My fingers ached from the grip I had on the blade. I
took in a deep breath that seemed to take forever. I looked down at my
little girl as she lay there, squirming beneath me.

I thrust the knife into her side.

Amy's eyes snapped opened and she looked at me. The knife sunk into her
belly slicing under her ribs. Her little body started to convulse and
shake. She coughed and blood splattered out onto her chin. She took in a
deep, deep breath and coughed more blood.

I rolled off of the girl, pulling my cock from her body and shifted
myself down until my head was level with hers. I stared into her wide
blue eyes. The baby girl sucked in tiny little breaths through her
bloody mouth. "Uncle Ian," I heard her say in a tiny, tiny voice.

I kissed the five-year-old girl on the forehead. "I love you Amy," I
whispered.

Her breathing stopped.

Completed: 08/10/2003





In its entirety this story took two years for me to write. It is
actually a very good example of how my writing evolved in that time.
Thank you to everybody who showed their support and interest during the
writing of this story.

Also, let me say sorry to those of you who campaigned for Amy's life.
The mix of emotions the plight of this character has brought from my
readers has touched me.

Alocer Loki
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DakotaCowgirl
2005-09-24 04:31:43 UTC
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2005-09-24 05:52:14 UTC
Post by DakotaCowgirl
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Please repost What????

Nikki
Denny Wheeler
2005-09-24 09:18:18 UTC
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Post by DakotaCowgirl
please repost
Please repost What????
I think it's this:
Angels Scream 1-12 -g5-7-8 333kb (ped, rape, abuse, incest)
(note that starting with the 2nd '3' it's what was on the subject
line.
--
-denny-

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