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