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 Suzy's story.  Part V (FF/g, pedo, nc, rape)

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   The next morning Ruth and I woke about 9 - the prolonged rape of the
girl had taken its toll on us and it took us a few minutes to get going. 
Charlotte was pretending to be asleep, probably hoping we'd leave her in
peace, and for a while we did as we got discarded our strap-ons and got
dressed and generally made ourselves look ok.

   "I'll give our toy a wash down if you don't mind making some breakfast."
Ruth suggested and I agreed.  She roughly shook the girl awake and,
ignoring her pleas for mercy dragged her to the bathroom while I wandered
down to the kitchen to knock something together.

   I hadn't been cooking long before Ruth led Charlotte downstairs; the
girl was still naked with her wrists still tied behind her; her hands were
now slightly mottled colour due to the restricted circulation I guessed.

   "Didn't take long." I said, surprised they were done so soon.

   Ruth yawned "Well, just gave her a sponging down below and let her go
the loo; wasn't going to run the stupid tart a proper bath."

   We sat at the table but made Charlotte kneel beside us and we took it in
turns to feed her as if she was a baby; waving the fork about like an
aeroplane to tease her famished stomach.

   Ruth announced that she had to go back to Cardiff for a few hours to tie
up some lose ends regarding our fuck-toy and asked if I wanted anything.  A
wicked idea came into my head and I rummaged in my handbag for some money
and whispered my request in her ear as I handed the money over, and she
laughed out loud when she heard it.  I grinned at her and she nodded.

   "I'm sure you and Charlotte will find things to do while I'm gone." She
gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried off out.  I turned to our
kneeling, miserable looking slave.  "Well, aren't I the lucky one; I've got
you all to myself for a few hours."

   She cringed away from me as I approached her and I noticed again how red
and discoloured her hands were due to the cuffs.

   "Would you like me to untie your hands?" I asked in a teasing voice and
she nodded fearfully.  I weighed up the situation: If I untied her it would
be just me and her; there would be a chance she could get the jump on me.
If I didn't untie her I wouldn't be able to use her hands for one of my
plans.  It was a dilemma.

   Then I remembered my idea to totally break her will, and that made my
mind up.

   "Ok, I'll do that for you.  But first I think you deserve a nice bath,
don't you?"

   The silly little bitch smiled as she nodded; she actually thought I was
being kind to her.  I pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards the
stairs, but the sight of her gorgeous bottom proved to tempting and as we
passed the sofa I sat down and pulled her over my denim clad knee and gave
her a brutally hard spanking.

   God, she screamed as I laid into her soft flesh, but this time without
having Ruth there waiting for the girl's tongue I could really indulge my
lust for making young girls scream in agony and even though my hand was
stinging I kept laying on the blows, but eventually had to stop before my
hand went numb.

   Not that was the end of her agony of course, I pushed her legs apart and
roughly forced two fingers inside her pussy and pressed them hard against
her clit.  Charlotte gave a different scream as my finger tips pinched her
little bud; this one was more a shrill shriek of outraged shock, but it was
music to my ears so I pinched it again just to make sure.

   If Ruth could lick the girl to orgasm I was going to see if I could
finger her to it, so I slowly started to stroke her little bud very
delicately with one finger tip.  At the same time I began to talk dirty to
her.

   "Come on, little girl, you know this is turning you on, you know you
want me to finger your pussy, doesn't it feel good when I do this to you?
Don't you feel your little cunny getting wet as my fingers slip inside
you?"

   She screamed a sort of half obscenity, half just noise, but that didn't
deter me.

   "Mmmm, little girl loves the feel of a woman's touch." I flickered my
finger tip over her clit again and her body gave an involuntary shiver; I
knew I was getting to her.  "Little girl loves being a toy for women, don't
you?  You know you love our gentle touch, you know you love to kiss our
pussies and feel our juices in your little mouth."

   Dammit, you know, she was getting turned on by my fingers, it had to be
despite herself - she couldn't enjoy being raped by two older women, it had
to be against her will.  Jesus, that thought turned me on.

   I subtly renewed my soft assault on her clit, letting my other finger
brush against it too, and again her insides quivered as I touched her. 
Confident now that I could do it, I slowly upped the tempo of my teasing
and her involuntary movements upped their tempo and then, suddenly, she
gave a series of gasps and my fingers felt all sticky as her pussy
tightened on them.

   I laughed softly "See, little slut, see how you want this, see how we
can do what we want to you and you'll like it?"

   I eased my fingers out of her wet pussy and pushed them against her
mouth.  "Lick them." I ordered in a harsh voice.  "Taste the slut that you
are." She resisted briefly but with her arms tied behind her back she
couldn't fight it for long and I pushed my sticky digits between her lips,
forcing her own juices onto her tongue.

   I pushed her off my lap onto the floor and she gave a winded cry as she
hit the carpet but I simply dragged her to her feet and pushed her up the
stairs giving myself a gorgeous view of her backside covered with red
blotches from my spanking frenzy.

   I guided her to the bathroom and started to draw her bath.  I turned to
her as she cowered on the floor and smiled.  "I told you I'd give you a
nice bath and here you are.  You didn't think I'd just run the cold water
did you?"

   I filled the bath about half-way and checked the temperature with my
elbow; it was lovely and warm.  Despite her fears Charlotte stood up and
stepped into the bath, as her hands were still bound I gently lowered her
down, offering soothing reassurances as I laid her in the water.

   The warm, welcoming water seemed to relax her and she visibly loosened
and slipped a few inches lower, I smiled down at her and gently splashed
water over her breasts and neck.

   "You're really pretty." I murmured as my fingers gently caressed her
face and traced their way down to her breasts.  "Such a pretty little
thing." My voice faded out as I said this.

   Suddenly I grabbed her ankles and, lifting them out of the water, I
forced her head under the water.

   She thrashed as well as she could but she was trapped and she was
drowning.  She tried screaming but only bubbles broke the surface.  I'd
never thought about how easy it would be to drown somebody like this; it
was just about leverage, nothing else.

   I kept her under for maybe 10 seconds, then dragged her back up by her
hair; she spluttered and coughed for almost a minute, her body jack-knifing
as she tried to get the water from her lungs.

   "See, little slut, see how easy it is for me to kill you?  I can do it
just like that and no one would ever know."

   I let her get her breath back for another minute or so, then lifted her
ankles again and forced her under; this time I kept her there for about 15
seconds, until the bubbles from her mouth were virtually non-existent then
dragged her, gasping and wheezing, out of the water.

   This time she actually vomited a small amount as she gasped for air.  I
dragged her head forward so she wouldn't choke as her throat clutched at
the air.

   "Do you know now that I will actually kill you if I want to?" I shouted
at her, standing up and starting to undress.

   She nodded through her coughs, not noticing me stepping into the bath to
stand above her.

   "Charlotte." I whispered.  She looked up and I pissed on her face.  She
squirmed of course, but where could she go?  It's not easy for a woman to
piss standing up and it wasn't really a stream as if a man had done it, but
enough splashed on her face and neck to remind her that I really was in a
position to do whatever I liked to her.

   I stepped out of the bath again, pushed Charlotte's head under one last
time to rinse my urine from her mouth (and also to one last time experience
the deep sexual thrill of taking her to edge of her life.) Then I grabbed
her hair and pulled her, gasping and spluttering, to a sitting position. 
She sat in the water coughing, wheezing and retching as I prepared a couple
of towels for her, after which I slipped my arms under hers and pulled her
out of the bath, wrapped the towels around her and pushed the girl towards
the bedroom; The fact I'd taken a girl to the edge of her life, and only
hauled her back to degrade her further, and got so turned on by it almost
passed me by as I pushed the coughing, traumatised teenager towards the
bedroom - but I knew the moment would come back to me in my future
fantasies even then.

   I pushed the door to the bedroom using Charlotte as a sort of mummified
battering ram, rushed her to the bed and fell on her with my full weight;
I'll admit to losing control now, pulling the towels open and rolling her,
roughly, onto her back.

   I started to kiss, lick, bite and nibble on her freshly washed body.  I
clamped my thighs around one of her legs and ground my dripping pussy up
and down against it.  I was so carried away with lust now that I couldn't
even talk - all I managed to do was make short, panting sounds as I pressed
my face and lips against her pink, freshly washed (well, nearly drowned
really) skin and vigorously ground my oozing pussy against her slender,
toned thigh.

   I think Charlotte realised, after the bath fun, that I was capable of
the darkest acts and this hindered her resistance almost as much as the
hand-cuffs clamped round her swollen, nearly purple wrists, but at that
point she realised I was dangerously on the brink of completely losing
control and she started to scream in a terror greater than she'd
experienced since her descent into Hell began the previous evening.

   Of course her screaming and whining only turned me on more, and I
started to grind my hips so my pussy pressed against her thigh instead of
sliding up and down it, yet even though my orgasm was close I didn't want
it yet - like the matadors luring the bull as close as possible to their
bodies but ensuring they aren't hit I wanted to take myself to the absolute
edge of an orgasm before going in for the kill.

   I loosened my legs from her thigh and moved myself down her body,
assaulting her breasts with my lips, tongue and teeth as my hands slipped
down her slender, pale body before pushing under her to clamp my nails into
her buttocks.  As my nails dug into her flesh there, I bit very hard on her
breast ( I actually broke her skin and a minute trace of blood hit my
tongue.) making her scream and arch her body backwards, twisting vainly
against my dominance over her.  Her legs kicked wildly at the air as my
teeth and nails inflicted the pain on her.  But what could she do?  Where
could she go?

   The blood thing, and her extreme spasm against my body flicked my switch
and I knew I had to move fast.  Like lightening, I was on all fours and
threw my body towards her head - what did I care if I hurt her as I got
myself in position to pleasure myself on her face?  In seconds my thighs
were either side of her face, squashing it in it's impotent anger upwards
where she could only see my lustful, triumphal, hawk-like gaze before I
pushed my crotch forward and smothered her 13 year old mouth with my primed
pussy.

   I wiggled my pussy against her mouth for only about 3 seconds before I
came.  It wasn't just an orgasm, it was an orgasm that had taken all my
life to arrive; it was ignited by my ability to have killed Charlotte in
the bath - I know I often say having the power of life or death over a girl
is a turn on, but I could have drowned her in that bath and there would
have been no repercussions and that realised afterwards that that
knowledge, coupled with the 13 year olds absolute terror was the reason I
had such an orgasm in her mouth and over her face that I passed out.

   It's true; the next thing I knew I was slumped sideways over Charlotte's
shoulder one hand still clutched at my breast as it had been as I came; the
dead-weight of my unconscious frame keeping our captive as trapped as any
cage.

   I rolled the rest of the way off her and lay on my back beside her, my
body tingling with sexual and mental excitement, a huge, satisfied grin on
my face.  Charlotte began to sob behind her spluttering and choking on the
residue of the bathwater and my sticky juices.  Even though I thought I'd
broken her, she now started to really scream her objections to me.

   "Please stop it, just leave me alone, stop , just fucking stop it.  I
can't stand any more.  Just let me go, I want to go home, please, just let
me go.  Why are you hurting me, please stop" Her voice trailed off in a
pathetic series of sobs and choking noises.  I decided to confront her last
bit of defiance head on.

   I vaulted up and onto her body and clutched her throat with my hand. 
She gave a smothered scream of shock at the speed and violence of my
assault, but the time for feeling pity for her had gone (actually I don't
think it had ever existed.)

   "Do you want to go back in the bath?  Only this time for longer?" I
snarled at her in an icy calm voice, but my face was contorted in anger and
I could see her visibly shrink back into the bed clothes in fear.  I
tightened my grip on her throat until I got some sort of answer.  "Well,
little bitch, do you?"

   She shook her head as hard as she could in my vice like grip; she was
totally unable to speak due to my choking; having got her grudging answer I
loosened my grip on her throat allowing her to breathe again.  I lowered my
face until our noses were virtually touching.

   "Going to shut up now?  Going to do exactly what we tell you?  You ask
us why?  It's bloody simple, you little whore.  It's because we can." I
deliberately accentuated every word to add to the affect.  "Your pathetic
body is ours to do exactly what we like with, if we want you to eat our
pussies you will, if we want to fuck you we will.  If you try to resist us
or escape we will kill you.  And you know I will.  Do you understand that?"

   Charlotte nodded a tearful, terrified agreement and I let her throat go
completely.

   "Still want your wrists untied?" I knew the answer to this even before I
asked it and she nodded very vigorously, and in an eager-to-please- voice
begged to be untied.  "Please, please untie my wrists; they really hurt."

   I rolled her onto her side and pressed the small switch to release her
handcuffs and pulled them from her swollen, red wrists.  As soon as they
were free Charlotte brought her arms in front of her and started to massage
her wrists; her face showing she had no other thought than to soothe the
very obvious pain in her joints.  I smirked nastily at this; was it really
this easy to completely subjugate a girl to become my sexual toy?

   While the teenager concentrated on relieving her pain, I lay back on the
bed and kicked my legs out; life couldn't get any better than this;
secluded cottage, a broken and cowed under-age girl and still 1 ½ days to
abuse the fuck out of her.

   I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realised Ruth would be
back soon, and I had a nice idea of what to prepare for her when she came
in.  Sitting up I pushed Charlotte and told her without words that she
should get up and come downstairs with me.

   She went down the stairs ahead of me while I watched her warily, but I
think I knew that she was too young, too scared and too unaware of the
dangerous position she was in to attempt to escape, let alone attack me.

   I directed her towards the sofa and pushed her down onto it before
sitting down beside her and cosying up against her.  I slipped one leg over
her thighs and pushed one hand under her arse while the other clamped onto
one of her breasts.  Naturally, she squealed and tried to squirm away from
me but I just gripped her tighter.

   "Shhhh, little one" I cooed as my fingers and nails ran all over her
young, firm skin, I shifted my position slightly so my legs spread wider
and I rubbed my wet pussy against her leg.

   "See?  You sexy little slut, how wet you've made me?"

   In one smooth movement I moved catlike completely over her; my thighs
straddling hers, I grabbed her wrists with my hands and lifted them upwards
above her shoulders.  This brought my face close to hers and I gave her my
most evil smile before pressing my lips against her face; of course she
twisted her mouth away, but that was my whole intention - to humiliate her
further.  I pushed her wrists together so I could clasp them with one hand,
allowing me to abuse her breasts with the other as I gyrated my pussy
against her thighs and crotch.  All the time I was slobbering my lips over
her mouth and face and muttering about what a horny little slut she was,
and that she really liked me to do these things to her.  I knew I'd broken
her when that last lie got no reaction from her.  If she was like this with
just me now, she would be totally submissive when Ruth got back.

   With another display of athleticism that I was secretly quite proud of I
moved effortlessly from Charlotte back onto the sofa beside her; I'd
shifted the hand I was using to grip her wrists so that now I only had one
in my hand and I smoothly brought her hand down onto my pussy.  My fingers
pressed over hers and slipped her small digits between my wet pussy lips.

   I arched backwards slightly as I felt the totally new sensation of a
young girl's fingers being forced into my pussy so that I could direct them
to their target was almost enough on it's own to make me cum; I brushed her
fingertips against my clit but this was too close to making me orgasm and I
wanted to prolong this sensation for as long as possible so I moved her
fingers back but kept them inside me, squeezing them with my own.  I slid
my left hand between Charlotte's legs and slid two fingers along her slit
before forcing them inside.

   "Hmmmm," I teased the young girl, "Isn't this so sexy; we can make each
other climax together; that's prove you really love this, won't it."

   The girl sobbed back "But I don't like it, I hate it,"

   "And the fact you hate it makes it all the sexier for me." I snapped at
her and jabbed my fingers aggressively into her pussy making her yell out
with pain.  I dropped the mask completely now and pushed her fingers onto
my clit and started to make them rub it.  As I came I crossed my thighs
around our wrists so she was held doubly in place as my sticky juices oozed
over them.

   Euphoric as I was, I was still really annoyed at her continued snipes of
defiance, so I grabbed her hair with my left hand and, releasing her
fingers from my pussy, slapped her face twice with my sticky right hand.

   "When are you fucking well going to learn that you are nothing but a
piece of crap and that we'll do whatever we want to with you." I pulled the
wailing girl across my lap, grasped her wrists behind her back and cuffed
them again.

   This really dismayed her and she began to scream and shout about how I'd
promised to let her have her wrists untied etc, however I was in no mood
for a debate and pushed her roughly onto the floor which she hit with a
sexually satisfying `oomph' of pain.

   I leant over her, huddled in a foetal position on the ground.  "Shut
up." I hissed.  "I don't want to hear another word out of you until Ruth
gets back, otherwise it'll be bath time again, understand?" The more I
threatened to murder her, the more excited I got by the idea.  It had
started out as an empty threat to keep the little snot nosed brat from
acting up but it was rapidly becoming so much more than that and even
though I knew I couldn't do anything to our current little captive, I knew
it was only a matter of time before I crossed that final ruthless barrier.
The thought of wrapping my hands around a little girls throat as I raped
her pussy with my strap on, watching the pleading eyes, begging me for air
as I squeezed the life out of her little body was just delicious.  Or
having some poor girl drown in my pee and pussy juices as I rode her face
to death.  There was so many different sexy ways to kill a little preteen
bitch and I knew at some point I'd have to sit down and really think about
it.

   I also wanted my first time to be special, I wanted the girl to be
missed, to have a loving family that I could snatch her from., I wanted to
be able to hear the mother crying as I slowly killed her little girl, for
her to hear her daughter as her life expired and for them to hear my moans
of sadistic pleasure.

   I also wanted to have the girl on my own so I that I could take my time
raping her for as long as I pleased, days, weeks maybe even months before
finally ending her life.  It would require a lot of planning but I was
determined and knew it could be done, this was what had been missing from
my experience, as great as raping girls was, the idea of letting them go
had always bothered me.  Not because I was afraid they would talk, but
because dying so that I could have an orgasm was just such a sexy, fun,
naughty way to end it all.  I hated the thought of depriving myself that
pleasure.  Murdering my victims was what would make me complete.

   The thought of the terror I was about to inflict on unsuspecting girls
all over Wales in just a few months and the fact they were only alive
because I allowed them to be made me smile and chuckle, if only they knew.
The idea of, kidnapping, raping, torturing and murdering young defenseless
children for my own greedy sexual pleasure, Was becoming somewhat of an
obsession but I still had my current victim to deal with.

   I repeated my question.  "Do you understand that I will kill you if you
don't shut the fuck up bitch, I will murder you and not think twice about
it, in fact I would probably cum if I did, the thought of murdering you is
making me wet, do you get it now that I'm actually using all my will power
to stop myself from fucking you to death" She nodded miserably and to
reinforce my contempt I rested my feet on her as a sort of footstool and
added "you're only alive because I'm still not done raping you, you sexy
little cunt, not even close" for the rest of our time on our own the only
noise in the house was the television with a small amount of background
sobbing and the sounds of my fingers rubbing my sopping wet pussy while I
imagined a little girl choking to death on my strap on, while her sister
struggled for breath as her face was being forced deep between my ass
cheeks, their mother helplessly forced to witness it all knowing she would
be next and that her death would be slow and painful while her husband lied
dead on the floor already with a bullet hole through his head.  Unable to
protect his family from the sadistic, inhuman torture I was inflicting on
them.

   Even though I knew it would take me years to finally be able to murder
my first family, I knew I had time and besides there would always be random
girls, ready for the taking to entertain me in the mean time.  To think
just a few months ago these thoughts would have repulsed me, a serial
killer and rapist terrorizing towns, would have brought me to tears, now
instead it brought me to a powerful orgasm, knowing that person would be
me. I tasted the words in my mouth, serial killer, it tasted so sweet.

   If you want me to post more parts, email me.  And no anonymous Annie's
and Andy's please, send me a proper email and maybe a story as well and
I'll happily post more parts!  I especially want to hear from likeminded
female fans and authors of erotica!
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