Train Wreck WARNING: Extrema pedo, M g,g, rape, abuse, kidnapping, sex with dogs, anal, oral, If hard sex with children offends you go away now, if the word nigger offends you find another story to read, if not see what Carl and Salve find at a train wreck. Carl and his Slave were in the southeast corner of Bear Lake county in Idaho about a 100 miles south of Yellowstone National Park just off of US 30. They had been looking for fossils that the river had unearthed as it cut through the bedrock in the Caribou National Forest. They were on the west bank of the Eel River when an Amtrak passenger train came roaring down the tracks. The Spirit of the West out of Chicago was bound for Seattle. The train was pulled by two GE Genesis P42DC locomotives. The sleek chisel nosed engines could reach a top speed of 110 mph. The silver locomotives had wide red and blue horizontal stripes running the 65 feet length of the engine. The earth shook as the massive Amtrak passenger train rounded a slight curve just before it crossed the Eel River. Last years heavy winter snow melt and record spring rains had sent a torrent of water down the normally shallow and slow river. The steel and concrete trestle bridge’s footings had been under cut and had deteriorated under the assault of weather and time. Cutbacks by the rail lines owner Union Pacific meant the required bridge inspections had not been made in two years. The sub-standard concrete used by the construction company crumbled under the massive weight of the trains that used the line weakening the footings. The Spirit of the West started crossing the defective bridge. The 118 ton locomotive entered the river crossing causing the concrete footings to fail and the steel trusses to buckle sending the speeding doomed train crashing into the river forty feet below. Carl watched as the massive locomotive plowed into the bedrock of the river bed. The engine rolled to the left as it’s steel body crumpled under the tremendous force of the impact. A moment later the second locomotive slammed into the first one crushing the mangled engine as if it were a soda can. The train’s seven passenger cars telescoped into each other turning the cars into a twisted and shattered pile of steel. The noise of the wreck was deafening as the tortured steel cars were mangled and crushed. Before the last passenger car slammed into the carnage the 44 thousand gallons of diesel fuel carried by it’s two locomotives ignited with a huge red-black fireball sending flames into the shattered cars. The last passenger car fell on its side in the muddy river water. That car was the only one still recognizable as the others were nothing more than twisted burning wreckage. The noise of the wreck echoed off the rock walls of the river bed. When the echo faded the only sound was the roar of the flames as they melted the twisted metal. Carl’s six year old Salve Kim screamed and held her ears as the horrid train wreck unfolded in front of their eyes. They were so close they could feel the blistering heat radiating from the mass of twisted steel. Carl grabbed his Slave and tossed her in the back seat of his Ford F350 Super Duty 4x4 Crew Cab. “Holy fuck! Slave you stay here! I am going to see if anyone is still alive in there.” he said as he grabbed his ax. “Master you be careful!” the child said as she looked wide eyed at the horrid scene before her. “I will.” he shouted as he ran down the muddy river bed. The blistering heat drove him back. He dove down in the water soaking his clothing and cooling his reddened flesh. He made it to the train. The rear of the passenger car offered him some shelter from the searing heat of the burning wreck. Carl found that the door was twisted and jammed in it’s frame. The ex-Army officer used his ax to batter the light weight door off of it’s hinges and rip it out of the way. He looked into the wrecked passenger car and saw that it was the train’s dining car. The inside of the car was a tangled mass of chairs and any items that were not bolted down. Thick smoke was filling the car as flame licked at the front of the car. Carl was walking on the left side of the car as it had come to rest in the muddy water that way. He found a man dressed in an Amtrak uniform. His body was twisted and his face was a bloody mess as his head had been bashed in by the force of the crash. He quickly checked for a pulse and found none. The man was dead. Carl stepped over the body and pulled twisted chairs out of his way. He heard someone scream ahead in the dim wreckage. “Help me! Oh God help me.” a woman’s voice cried out. “I am coming for you. Hold on!” he yelled as he ripped through the twisted wreckage. “Becky! Becky were are you darling?” the trapped woman called out. “Mommy! It hurts. My hand is caught and I can’t move. Help me mommy!” the child cried out in panic. “Becky mommy will get you out honey!” the woman called out as Carl found the woman. “Can you move?” he asked as he pulled a piece of jagged metal off of her. “No. my legs are penned by something and I can’t feel them.” the bloodied woman said as she tried to hold herself out the muddy water covering the side of the car. “Let me see what is penning you.” he said as he reached under the water and found that her legs were trapped outside a broken window. Her legs were crushed and hopelessly held between the wall of the car and the rock river bed. “Where is your daughter?” he asked as he looked around in the jumbled wreckage for the child. “She was here with me before the crash. I think she is near by. Becky talk to mommy.” the dying woman called out as blood gushed out of her mouth as she spoke. “I am here mommy!” the girl cried as she pushed a piece of wreckage off of her. “I see you honey. I will be right there.”Carl yelled as he pulled more twisted metal out of his way. “Please get her out. I know that I am not getting off of this fucking train.” the woman said as he fell back into the muddy water. “I will get her out.” Carl promised the dying woman as he crawled over her now still body. He found the child and moved more wreckage off of her. Becky cried as he removed a table that had broken loose and was on top of her. He quickly moved his hands over her body to see if anything was broken and where she was trapped in the wreck. Her left hand was under a shattered window and her hand was crushed between the car and the river rock. Carl pulled on her left arm and the child screamed. Her hand did not budge. The car was quickly filling with deadly smoke and Carl knew that he had only moments to act. He reached back and found his ax. Carl did not have room to swing the sharp ax so he placed it just below the child’s wrist and put all of his weight on the flat back of the ax head. The sharp ax cut through her slim and broken hand and freed the child. She screamed as the ax did it’s bloody work. The sudden pain overwhelmed her mind as she passed out. Coughing Carl picked up the child and crawled out of the wreckage. He gained the door and took a few moments to place a tourniquet on the child’s wrist so that she would not bleed out on him. He ripped the collar off of his shirt and used it to tie up her arm. There was a second powerful blast and he was thrown into the river with the child in his arms. Carl came up spitting water and felt waves of heat scorching his back. He dove back in the shallow water and crawled toward his truck parked around the bend in the river. The shaken man held the child in one arm as he put more distance between himself and the raging wreck. The river deepened as he moved around a red worn boulder in the water. The powerful man swam through the water and then once he was behind the boulder rose and ran to his truck. “Master are you alright? Slave asked as she came to his side. “I am a little toasted but not burnt. Get back in the truck we have to get the fuck out of here.” he said as the air was rushing in to feed the massive fire. “Master, yes sir.” the obedient girl said. “You are going to have to hold this girl in you lap. I will give you a towel to press against her hand here.” he said as he lifted the unconscious child and put her in his slave’s lap. He showed her how to apply pressure on the wound as he took a towel and wrapped the wound. Carl shut the rear door and jumped in the drivers side and started the big Ford’s turbo diesel engine. He threw the Ford in reverse and put distance between them and the holocaust. Once he came to a wide spot on the river bank he turned the truck around and drove away from the billowing clouds of black smoke that marked the site of the disaster. They were about three miles from the nearest dirt two track National Forest road. He crossed US 30 and took National Forest Road 186 back to his campsite. The wreck had happened ten miles from the closest town and over twenty five miles from Soda Springs that was the nearest town with any first responders. Carl knew that he had to get far away from the wreck for he did not want to answer any question from the authorities. Not with a child that was on the national missing child registry. Besides he planned to keep Becky and train her to be his new slave. He slowed down now that he was away from the crash site. Carl turned on his scanners to monitor the first responders as they became aware of the train wreck. He knew that the site was only a few minutes flight time from the airport at Soda Springs and he was sure that a chopper would be the first unit on scene. “How is she doing, Slave?” he asked as he steered the truck over the rutted seldom use fire trail. “Master she has not moved much and the towel is leaking blood sir.” the child said as she struggled to keep pressure on the other girl’s injured hand. “I will pull over as soon as I can find some cover for the truck.” he said as he drove up a steep incline on the side of a mountain in the Aspen Range. Up ahead he found a spot that he could pull the truck under some Lodgepole Pines. As he did the scanner locked on a transmission from the Caribou County Sheriffs Department. “Air One this is CCSD base. Respond to a 10-73 (smoke report) on the Union Pacific RR near mile marker 38 on US 30.” “CCSD base this is Air One, 10-4 (Acknowledgment, yes), show us 10-8 (In service), 10-76 (En route) ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) is four mikes ( minutes) . Will 10-71 (Advise nature of fire) when we are 10-23 (Arrived at scene). Air One out.” the pilot said as he lifted the chopper off the ground and headed for the smoke. “CCSD base, 10-4, out.” Carl turned the scanner off and pulled under the cover of the thick stand of tall trees. He got his crash kit medic’s bag that sat on the hump on the floor of the Ford. He opened the packed bag and got out an emergency foil thermal blanket and spread it on the ground next to the truck. Carl’s Army training kicked in as he got the injured child from Slave and lay her on the blanket. As he did the child moaned as she regained consciousness. “Becky you have to lay still. I have to fix your hand. I know that it hurts. I will give you something for the pain soon.” he said as he tightened the cloth to stop the bleeding. “It hurts me. I want my mommy. Where is she?” the terrified child asked as she tried to get up. “You must lay still! You mommy is sleeping in the back of the truck. She is hurt bad and needs to sleep. You can see her as soon as I fix your hand.” Carl said as he put his hand on her chest holding her down. The child had a few bumps and several minor cuts and abrasions that he could see but none of them were life threatening. “OK, it hurts so bad!” the child cried as she trembled on the ground. “I know Becky. You have to be a big girl for Doctor Carl.” he said as he checked her eyes and felt her flesh for signs of fever. Her eyes followed him and her skin was cool and a little clammy. He elevated her feet to prevent the onset of shock and got a syringe preloaded-loaded with ketamine to anesthetize the child without stopping her breathing. “This will make you feel better.” he said as he purged the plastic syringe to the proper dose for her weight. Carl distracted the child by having her look at the truck while he injected 72mg of the drug in her calf. “Ouch! That sung!” the child said as she looked back at the man as he pulled the needle out of her leg. “Sorry dear but it will make you feel better soon.” he said as he ripped a sealed plastic pouch open that was labeled 'Emergency Surgery Kit’. He used a bottle of disinfectant to clean his hands. Carl then wiped his hands on some sterile single use non woven hand towels. By the time he had cleaned his hands the drug had taken effect on the child and she fell into a deep sleep. Carl removed the soaked bloody towel and cleaned the wound. He saw that the ax had broken the small metacarpal bones in her hand behind the first knuckles. Carl used a scalpel to cut skin on top of her hand into a flap going back to her wrist. This exposed the muscles and tendons of the hand. He quickly severed her hand between the Lunate, Scaphoid bones and the Ulna and Radius bones of her forearm. Carl then sewed up the major arteries, and veins feeding the hand. He cleaned the amputated stump and then pulled the flap of skin he had left attached to her arm over the stump and stitched the wound closed. He trimmed the excess skin and washed the wound with antiseptic. Then he wrapped the wound with sterile bandages. He got a sealed vile of Sulbactam an antibiotic and drew three grams of the cloudy liquid. Carl found a good vane on her forearm and injected the lifesaving drug into her bloodstream. Then he got a vile of morphine and gave the child a shot of the pain killing drug. It would also calm her and make the transition from a happy child with a loving mother to an orphaned one handed sex slave easier. He had small traveling pharmacy when ever he left his farm back east. He would put the child on an antibiotic regiment of oral drugs. He would add some tranquilizers to the cocktail so he could easier control the child until he got her back across the Mississippi River and safely confined. Carl move the sleeping child back in the truck and had Slave hold her as he cleaned up the impromptu surgery site. He put the bloody towel and the other trash from the operation in a paper trash bag. He would burn it back at their camp site deep in the Caribou National Forest. He drove up the winding narrow dirt road until he came to his camper. The unit was a 2010 Lance model 1010, 10' slid-in that fit in the bed of the big Ford. It was sitting on its jacks under the cover of large pine trees. The camper could sleep six if you did not mind being crammed on top of one another. However there was a queen sized bed that sat over the cab of his truck that had more than enough room for Carl and his six-year-old Slave. Adding Becky would not cramp them. The camper had a toilet with a built in shower. There was a small but efficient kitchen with a three burner gas stove and a small oven. A microwave sat over the stove next to a small frig. A small sink sat next to the stove. It could use the reserve holding tank or be hooked up to an outside water source. The unit had a roof AC unit that would keep the camper ice cold even in a desert. The left side of the camper had a table that could be taken down to make another bed, however Carl kept it as a table. Sitting on top of the camper was a gray satellite dish that connected him to the world. He had a HD flat screen TV on which they could watch Satellite programs or stream videos from Netflicks or Goggle. He had a DVD player for when the weather interfered with satellite reception like when it fucking rained or it was just too cloudy. Carl hated Dish TV but there was no cable out in the wilds. He pulled his truck into their camp and was greeted by the happy barking of his three dogs. They were Belgian Tervurens and were trained to guard the campsite and not wonder off. King the Alpha male of the small pack jumped up on the drivers door greeting the leader of pack home. Duke and Queen ran around the truck exuding joy. They could smell a new person that was not filed away in their brains as a pack member. So they were curious and scratched at the rear doors of the truck. They could smell her injury and Queen’s mothering instincts kicked in and she wanted to clean the wound by licking the bad tasting stuff off of it. “Dogs! Heal!” Carl called and the three animals came and sat at the driver’s door waging their tails and panting as they waited for the next command. “Good Dogs!” he praised them as he got out of the truck. He took a Smith and Wesson model 29 Combat Master Piece chambered in .44 Magnum out of his shoulder holster and went to the camper and took off his shoulder rig and put on a belt rig with the big wheel gun ridding on his right hip. He had concealed weapons permits under his current name for twenty states and a federal license that allowed him to carry on any domestic flight. The dogs followed him in the camper and sat waiting for their treat. Carl got some rawhide chew sticks from a jar on the counter and made the dogs sit, then he gave each one. He went back to the truck and opened the rear door. “How is our new toy doing Slave?” he asked as he checked her left hand. “Master she has not moved since you put her here. She is pretty, I bet she will be a good fuck Master. I am glad that you have a new toy sir.” the child said holding back tears for she knew that he would probably like this new girl better than her, after all she was nearly seven years old. She scolded herself for such thoughts for whatever made Master happy was a good thing. “Slave why the long face?” he asked as he read her emotions. “Master, it is nothing sir, I just want her to be good for you sir.” the child said as tears rolled down her scarlet cheeks. “Slave you are not telling Master the truth, why are you crying?” he asked as he held her face in his hand. “Master, You...you ....will.... well...maybe...like her better than m...mme. Please don’t kill me. I will be a good little slut sir.” she cried as her small body shook. “Slave you are being silly.Master is not going to kill you. There is room at the farm for more than one toy. Look I have three dogs, do I not? I love them all, each one brings something different to the pack. Why would it be any different with my little sex toys?” “Master you are right. I am just a dumb little slut. Master I am glad that you still want me.”she cried feeling relieved that the big man wanted her. “Slave you are not thinking! Just think of all the sex things you can teach her and how good her little pussy is going to taste. Once her arm heals you can use it to go up your ass and pussy. Just think how much it will hurt and how good the pain will be. I can’t wait to see you two eating each other out.” he said as he pulled the new child’s pants down exposing her bald mound between the child’s legs. “Just look at that little snatch! Imagine it leaking my cum as you go down on her sucking my sweet man milk from her hole. Come in the camper with me. I need to check her out and take some vitals and it is time to give her some more meds. I will let you clean her up and you can play with her anyway you want to.” he said as he lifted the sleeping child and carried her into the camper. “Master, thank you so so much.” she cried feeling joy that Master would let use her.Besides it would be fun to explore the new child’s body and get to hurt her. Carl lay the child on the bed. He put a disposable blue pad under her in case she urinated or moved her bowels. He pulled her shoes and pants off and removed her thin cotton panties. He cut her shirt off as he did not want to bump her wounded arm. Carl put a few bandages on some of the deeper cuts the child had received in the wreck. He put some disinfectant jell in a pan of warm water and stirred it to a soapy mass. Carl took a good long look at the nude child laying before him. She was about three feet tall with short black hair. The new slaves eyes were a dark chocolate brown and her skin had an almond cast to it. She had the eye-folds of an Asian. She was slim and her tummy was flat and her hips wide with well proportioned legs that formed a tight crotch. Her vulva had not distended as she was still too young. The gash of her cunt showed a deep pink when he spread her privet sex hole. The child must have been adopted or a step-daughter as the woman in the train was white. It did not really make any difference to Carl he would enjoy using the sweet chinks body for a long long time. Carl opened a tub that held his medical devices and put a blood presser cuff on her right arm, he held a stethoscope over the artery and pumped air into the cuff putting pressure on the arm. He listened to the thumps as blood rushed through her arm and marked where he first heard the heart beat and noting the last one he could hear as he let the air out of the cuff. The child’s presser was 116/76 which was spot on for a child her age. Systolic the first number is blood pressure as a measure of pressure while the heart is beating. Diastolic pressure, the second number, is a measure of blood pressure while the heart is relaxed, between heartbeats. He used a thermal reader to check her temperature. The unit beeped and its small screen displayed a digital read out. It was 99.3 which was a bit elevated but not too surprising due to the trauma she had endured. Carl added an acetaminophen and codeine tablet to the drugs he was going to give the child. The pill would help with fever and pain. “Slave you may wash her body and touch any part but her injured arm. If you want to lick her pussy feel free to do so. Make sure that you get her clean and rinsed off.” he said as he turned on the TV and set it to CNN to check on the wreck. The wreck was being covered by air. “.... not know just how many people were on the train. I am getting horrid news from deputies on the ground that they have not found any survivors. Allen that is not hard to believe once you have seen the massive destruction caused by the wreck as the train plunged down in to the river below.” the reported said over the roar of the helicopter’s spinning blades. The camera man cut to a long shot of the still burning wreckage. A column of black grease smoke rose into the clear blue sky and could now be seen fifty miles away. The firefighters were just keeping the fire from spreading to the sounding brush. They were waiting for a pumper truck to make it’s way down the river bed to start pulling water from the river to put out the flames. “Bill this Wolf Blitzer, is there any proof that this was a terrorist attack? That sure looks like a large fire for a train wreck.” the news anchorman speculated. “Wolf officials here are not commenting on the cause of this tragedy. Due to the remoteness of the wreck it is hard for us to get a reporter on the ground as there is no place to put the chopper down.” the reporter answered as they circled the wreck like vultures. The air around the train was getting crowed as more stations choppers hustled to get the latest horrid images on TV. Fox was showing a talking head ex-Army office who was illustrating on a 3D holograph of the bridge just where terrorist would have place explosive charges to send the train crashing into the river below. He was interrupted by Tammy Bruce. “What I want to know is why has Obama not protected American’s from terrorist acts like this? Just who is he protecting? His Muslim brothers?” “Well to be fair we do not know for sure just what cause the train wreck.” retired General Sid Walker said. “What else could it be! Just look at that destruction and not one survivor?” the tea bagger zealot yelled not letting the facts get in the way of her outright hatred of the half breed President. Carl switched to the local NBC station where a reporter was interviewing the County Sheriff.... “ too soon to tell any cause of the wreck. It may be days before we know anything for sure. Now all I can tell you is that Union Pacific officials are telling me that there were at least 124 souls on the train, 18 employees and 106 passengers but there could have been more or fewer as the train had just made a stop back in Laramie Wyoming. Passengers could have gotten on or off the train there. Like I said it will take a long time to get a final number of the dead let alone id them all." “Sheriff Collins have your men found anyone alive there?" the reporter off camera asked. “Sadly no Phil, not so far. I have to get out there. I will have a news conference to let you guys know what we know as soon as I can. I just do not know when that will be." he said as he turned and got into a patrol car. “Well that is all we have here, back to you Sid at the channel 8 news desk." the reporter said. Carl shut the TV off and went to pack up the campsite for he was not sticking around here. It would take him two hard days of driving to get back home 1500 miles away. He knew of an old farm house near North Plat Nebraska that he would use to spend the night. He did not want to use a hotel or rest stop where a screaming child could bring the law crashing down on him. A friend of his owned the isolated property and would not mind him spending the night in the barn there. He pulled a pay as you go throw-away phone from his pocket and punched in his number. “Hello?” a black man answered. “Hi Jerry, this is Carl. Say I am going to be in Nebraska tomorrow night and need to stay at the ranch at North Plat.” he said. “Hay how the hell have you been buddy? Sure no problem. How long you going to be in town for?” the fellow pedophile asked. “Just over night. I picked up a new bitch at a dog show here and I need to get her home as she may not travel well.” “Yea I know how hard it is to travel with untrained pets. Did she cost you much? Has she been bread yet?” he asked. “No she did not cost too much as she lost her for paw in a trap but she still gets around OK. It is a no on the breeding, not yet, she is still a bit too young for that. Though it will happen soon. She is a Japanese Spitz about 6 months old. I do not have papers on her, not that I am going to show her. She will make a good pet for sure. I will call you when I get into town. See if you can get free it would be good to shoot the shit and play with the bitch. I brought my other pet to.” Carl said as the men talked around the fact that they were using children for sex. “You still have that young Black Lab pup?” he asked meaning a black child. “No, she did not work out. She turned out to be a pain to train and was not as sturdy as her former owner said. I had to put her down about a year ago. I picked up a good Golden Retriever from a woman at a Walmart of all places. She has worked out very well one of the best obedient pets I have ever own. She will do ANYTHING I ask her to do. She is very playful and I know she will just love you.” Carl said. “Too bad about the Lab, but it sounds like the Golden is quite the find. You have all the luck. I will bring my little Mexican Chow. I have her well trained and she plays well with other pets.” the pervert said. “The more the better we will make a party out of it. See you there then?” Carl asked as he envisioned Jerry’s large black cock filling the children’s bodies as they screamed in pain as his huge dick used them. “Hell I am there man. Looking forward to seeing you again you old pervert.” Jerry the large black man said. “Good, see you in about 12 hours or so depending on traffic.” Carl said as he ended the call and finished cleaning the campsite. Carl backed the Ford under the camper and then jacked it down into the bed. He hooked up the 12 volt system the ran lights inside and the turn signals and brake lights on the camper. He got inside the camper and found Slave had finished cleaning the new toy and was busy eating her pussy and masturbating herself as she used the sleeping child. “Slave we are leaving. You can stay back here and use her. Let me know if she wakes up over the intercom." he said as he stowed any loose gear in the camper and locked the cabinet doors. “Master, she does taste good! I bet you will like to fuck her tiny hole." The nude child said as she pulled a cover over the two of them and cuddled with the sleeping new toy. “You had better get dressed if you get out of bed. I don’t want some trucker seeing you naked and call the fucking cops on us. We will get something to eat down the road." he said as he went and checked on the new slave. She was sleeping easily and her fever had come down all of which were good signs. He pulled the curtains down and locked the back door. He kept the scanner on to see if the locals were looking for him. All of the traffic he got was on the wreck until he was out of Idaho and into Wyoming. There the calls were all normal police and fire related. He did find out about several speed traps set on Interstate 80 but he had the big Ford set at 68 MPH just under the 70 MPH speed limit. He tossed in a CD by Jackie Evancho and listened to the sweet sounds of an Angle come from his speakers. He had followed the young crossover opera singer ever since she had bust on the music scene after coming in second on America’s Got Talent. He had been to six of her concerts following her around the world from Moscow, Russia to Tokyo Japan, and Milwaukee Wisconsin. and California three times. He had front row seats and was no more than ten feet from the little angle. He always gave her a double arm wave when she came on stage or off. At the last concert she had waved just to him and he fell back in his seat. He payed a thousand dollars to a charity just to get to meet her backstage after a show in California. He had someone snap a photo of him with his arm around the young stars shoulders. It was one of his happiest moments. He drove through the rolling hills of Wyoming and made good time. Three hours after they pulled out of the campsite he used a truckers only rest-stop to check on Becky and Slave. They were doing fine he gave Becky another shot to keep her under and fixed some lunch for himself and his slave. The truck stop had only trash barrels and port-a-potties. The lot smelled of piss as the fucking drivers were too lazy to walk to the port-a-potties. They would just get out open their door and piss on the ground. They made good time except for a 20 mile stretch of construction where it was one lane each way. It was about 10:00 PM when he was outside of North Plat. He called Jerry and took the exit for the ranch. Jerry said that he had the old ranch house open and ready for the party. He told him to park the camper in the barn and come to the house. He drove down a gravel road for a few miles and then saw lights on at the ranch. He pulled into the lot and saw that Jerry was waiting for him in the barn. Carl pulled the big rig into the barn and Jerry shut the wooden door. “Good to see you Carl, how was the trip?” he asked as the towering 6' 10'’ man hugged his friend. “Good to see you mother fucker, not bad made good time. The new cunt is knocked out in the back. She is going to get a real rude awakening. Lets get the kids inside and start the party. I’ll bring the dogs the boy love to fuck little girls as much as I do.” he said as he went to the rear of the camper and unlocked the door. “Master she is still sleeping but she peed the bed. I licked her wet pussy clean though. Hello sir! You are a big man! I bet your cock is huge! Oh I love to have big cocks stretching my cunt it hurts so much.” she said as she stood nude before the men. “Fuck, Carl you do have this little slut well trained. Yes Slave I got a big black cock and I can’t wait to ram in in your mouth, ass , fill your pussy with hot cum.” he said as he fondled her young cunt. “Yea she is a good little fuck. It will be fun using this one.” He said as he uncovered the Asian child’s nude body. “Well let's get the fuck inside time is a wasting my friend. I have got my mex slut tied to a fuck horse just waiting for your cock to use. You can give her a good beating as she still ain’t stump broke. “That’s good I like a spirited little fuck now and then.” Carl said as they carried the two children in the old ranch house. The windows were boarded over and the living room had been turned into a horror chamber. Sitting in the center of the room was a bound Mexican child of around 8 years old. She had been tied to bench with her ass in the air. Her pussy lips were pulled wide by clamps hooked to a chain and spring the painfully kept her hole open. Blood dripped from the iron clamps. The child screamed when the two men came in the room with the dogs. One of the dogs went and shoved its nose into the open sex hole and the child let loose a stream of curse in Spanish that would have made a priest turn red. “Slave go ram your hand up that stupid Mex’s ass. Get it all the way up her and make the slut scream.” Carl said as he took Becky to a small bed and tied the sleeping child to each corner of the bed’s posts. “No oh God no! Don’t do it you fucking whore!” the Spick yelled as Slave walked up to her tiny bottom. “Shut the fuck up cunt. This is going to be fun, well for me it is. Not so much for you.” Slave said as she thrust her hand in to a tub of lard. She used her thin long fingers to open the tight asshole. The brown child screamed as her as was stretched and violated by the young girl. Slave worked the anus stretching and pulling on the stretching sphincter. The bound child screamed as Slave got four fingers up her ass. Then there was a screech as the child got her hand up the ass and then drove it deeper in to the bound girl’s body. The excited Slave was now thrusting her hand in and out of the tormented Spick’s body. Jerry told Slave to sit on the bound girl’s back to watch as he rammed his thick nigger dick in the child’s ass. Slave sat on the little girl and spread her legs wide and masturbated watching the big black man put his huge meat in the girl’s ass. The man bent down and started eating Slave’s pussy while he raped his Mexican whore. The girl held the man’s head while he licked her pussy and got his tongue deep in her wet cunt. She looked over and saw that Master was getting on top of the little slant eyed girl. She though I hope it hurts you real good you gook slut. She called out as the man sent her into a bone crushing round of mung making child orgasms. Becky heard screams and thought that she was back in the train as it rocked and then twisted sending the world into a mass of flying chairs and crashing glass. She screamed and shook her head. Her arms and feet were bound and she could not move. Her hand hurt and her head was confused by the strong drugs running through her bloodstream. “Mommy! Where is my mommy?” Becky called as she saw the man that she though was a doctor kneeling over her nude body. “Hard fact girl, your mom is dead and everyone thinks you are too. You belong to me now. I am a real bad ass and get off fucking little children like you. You can scream all you want there is no one around here that gives a fuck if you live or die. I am going to fuck your pussy and it will hurt, but not as much when that big nigger over there fucking that spick’s ass does it. “No no oh god no no.... Ouch that hurts me so bad get out of there! Please stop I do not want you to touch me down there.” the child begged as the man pushed the head of his cock inside the sill virgin cunt. “Shut up no one gives a fuck about you, you little slut.” Here it comes bitch!” Carl said as he drove his cock into the child for the first time in her life. He raped her body and crushed her innocences. The child cried and screamed as the man drove his thing into her ravaged body. “Man Jerry you got to fuck this pussy. It is so tight it hurts your cock. As soon as I nut in her come over here and let me watch that huge black cock enter this Gooks body.” Carl said as he rammed her body and was now fucking the tight hole stretching the clinging cunt. Jerry pulled out of the screaming Mexican whore’s ass and went to the bound Asian child to add his cum to mess that Carl had pumped into the screaming child. They fucked the children through the night and around dawn they fell asleep as the Mexican and Asian children cried. Slave got a pair of wicked pliers and had some real fun with the two little girls. By the time she was done the girls clits had been ripped off their small bodies and the two sluts had pissed in agony. It was fun to be the one on top. She put on a house coat and went and found Master. She showed him the two tiny bloody clits and he gave her a big kiss and they went to sleep up stairs as the girls below sobbed as their bodies screamed in agony and shame. Carl and Slave stayed at the ranch for a few day as Jerry played host. They pulled out early the next morning and drove back east to his farm and the continuing education of the new slave. A few weeks later when the wreckage was moved investigators missed Becky’s severed fingers and thumb that had been washed down river with the current. It was months later before all of the charred remains were id most by DNA. By then the wreck was out of the headlines as American’s had a short attention span and needed fresh agony to keep them tune in. Slave enjoyed her new role as first toy, and did everything she could to make the Gooks life a living hell. Master was happy. This is fiction do any of this and you know where you will end up. If you don’t I will tell you, in a cell with a real Jerry and his huge black cock running in and out of your ass. You got this far so why not let me know how you liked it. Send me a shout to wordweaver69@gmail.com I can do request and feedback is welcomed. And yes I know that I am a sick motherfucker... been told that by judges, cops, and social workers. Arlin