Wally World treasure
WARNING: Explicit sex with young children, death, torture, mind
control, anal, oral, kidnapping, abuse, dog sex, M, g. If hard
core sex with children offends you go away now and read no
farther, if not come see just what Carl finds tolling a Walmart.


The parking lot at Walmart was nearly full as Carl slowly cruised
up and down the aisles looking for his next treasure. The hulking
man had just disposed of his last Wally World toy. The emaciated
six year old’s body was by now in the guts of a drift of wild
hogs he had penned on land he leased far from his base of
operations.
He drove a short wheel based white Ford cargo van. The van had
only windows on the two front doors and the windshield. The glass
was tented with smoky gray film that did not allow anyone to see
inside his vehicle. The wide side door slid back on tracks that
he kept well greased. A wooden holding crate was bolted to the
floor of the van. It was two feet wide and just a tad under five
feet long. The insides were covered in thick black rubber that
made it soundproof. Heavy steel hinges held the top in place and
could quickly hold the lid locked tight.
Carl wore a gray sweat suit with a matching hoodie. His eyes were
hidden behind dark sunglasses and he wore tight fitting calfskin
driving gloves that allowed him to easily pick up a dime. It did
not take him long to fine his target. The young mother was
driving a beat up old Honda and in the backseat a young girl was
strapped into a cheep car-seat.
The sky was a dark gray and rain was coming down steadily. The
parking lot lights were on but did little to illuminate the area.
The mother pulled into a space that was about half way down the
aisle. Carl stopped the van two spaces behind her car. The young
woman got out of the car and holding a newspaper over her head
dashed into the store. She was only going to pick up a few things
and would be right back. The mother locked the doors with her
remote and hurried into the mega store.
Once she had gotten to the end of the aisle Carl pulled up behind
her car and hit a button on his dash. A computer sitting in a
small black box sent out a string of commands and in a few
seconds all of the cars within ten feet of the van had their
locks tripped, locking any that were unlocked and opening any the
had been locked. He opened his door and quickly went to the
Honda. He pulled the door open and reached inside. He had a sharp
belt cutting blade in the palm of his left hand. Carl quickly cut
the seat belt holding the car seat. With his right hand he
covered the child’s face with a cloth soaked in chloroform. The
young girl screamed into the wet cloth which only got the drug
into her system faster.  In a few seconds her head fell forward
as she passed out.
Carl lifted the child out of the Honda and got into his van and
closed the door and moved down the lot. The entire snatch had
taken under a minute. The child was wearing long blue pants and a
yellow cotton top. He guessed that she was between three and four
years old. She had short blond hair and pale blue eyes.
 He pulled into a handicapped stall and put the child into the
holding crate and closed the lid locking her inside. His van had
out of state blue handicapped plates that were counterfeit. Carl
pulled out of the parking lot and got on the nearby Interstate.
He turned on his bank of scanners that searched police, fire, and
EMT bands.
Carl was well out of the small town when he locked onto an police
call reporting the abduction of a four year old child from
Walmart. The first call gave no vehicle information or
description of any suspect. Twenty minutes later an update was
broadcast saying that a white Ford or Chivy van had been
identified from security footage of the store’s system. A man six
feet tall dressed in gray that could have been between 18 and 50
years old was last seen exiting the parking lot heading south.
He sat back and laughed as they did not have shit on him. Carl
put the van on curse control at 3 miles per hour under the posted
speed limit. He got off at the next exit and went into a gas
station where he pulled the phony plates off the van before he
ran it through an automated car wash.  A white van entered and a
gray one exited as the film covering the van was washed off by
the powerful jets of hot water. He waited for an Amber alert to
come across his scanners but by the time he was out of the state
the alert had not been issued for they did not have enough
information on the abduction.
He stopped at a Red Lobster and had victory meal of King crab and
steamed Main lobster. He allowed himself two tequila sunrises and
then paid his bill in cash and drove to his isolated lair. After
he had been busted out of the Army for conduct unbecoming an
officer he had bought the old farm that was nestled in heavily
wooded land. His place was next to a large national forest so his
nearest neighbor was over a mile away.
As he drove to his place he turned on his satellite TV and
watched the local evening news. The lead story was the kidnapping
of the young child. The girls name was Kim White, she was four
and the only child of Anna White a single mother. Anna made a
tearful plea for her baby to be set free. A reward was posted by
a church for any information leading to the child’s safe return
or the arrest of the person or persons responsible for the crime.
A spokesman from the County Sheriffs Department said that they
were following several promising leads .Then they posted an 800
number for the public to call with any information on the case.
Carl drove down the long lane to his complex. He came to a steel
gate blocking the road. He rolled down his window and used a
magnetic card to open the gate. No Trespassing signs were posted
on the gate and about every 50 feet on the chain link fence
sounding his 'farm’   The van passed several sensors and video
cameras that covered the only road into his property.
The grounds around the four building were well kept. The old farm
house looked much as it had for the last 60 years on the outside.
It was in need of a coat of paint and looked kind of shabby,
sound but ill kept. Crushed limestone driveways circled the house
and led to an old wooden two story barn. A new steel building sat
beside the barn. There was a feed lot where six head of brown
Hereford cattle roamed. A long chicken house abutted the steel
building. There were three blue silos that held feed for the
cattle and chickens.
Carl hit a switch on his dash and the large steel garage door on
the shop opened. He drove in and the door rattled closed behind
him. When he opened the van door three large dogs rushed to meet
him. They were excited and barked and competed for his attention.
The dogs were Belgian Tervurens. This breed originated in the
late 19th century. As herding dogs, the Belgian Tervuren was bred
based on such traits as temperament, trainability, and
intelligence. However, with the popularity of dog shows, breeders
produced a breed that retained the original attributes as well as
beauty and grace. Belgian Tervurens are well established in the
United States, but is still relatively rare.
Belgian Tervurens are exceedingly loyal and deeply devoted. They
thrive on human companionship and need to be an integral part of
the family. They must be given loving attention for if they are
ignored they will become destructive. The Belgian Tervuren has
strong protective and territorial instincts, and is watchful,
serious, and smart. They may also be sensitive and shy. They are
good with older considerate well-behaved children. Caution and
care must be taken when introducing this breed to non-canine
pets. They may attempt to dominate other dogs. The Belgian
Tervuren generally forms a close attachment with one or two
family members. This is a very impressive breed that requires an
experienced owner.
Carl had two males and one bitch, Queen being the bitch with Duke
and King the males. He ran his hands through their long soft
coats and gave each of them a chew stick treat. He opened a small
chest on a workbench attached to the wall of the large shop. He
pulled a thick Cuban hand rolled cigar cut the end of it off and
lit it. Thick blue smoke rolled off the costly stogy.
“Well do you guys want to meet our new sex toy?” he said to the
dogs as they watched him go to the van side door. Carl opened the
door and unlatched-latched the holding crate.
Kim screamed as light filled the dark box she had been locked in
for the last two hours. Her head hurt from the drug that had
knocked her out and she had wet her pants. The child sat up and
yelled.
“Help! Mommy help me!” the shaken child cried as she looked at
the big man in front of her.
“Kim you can yell all you want there is no one to hear you or
come to help you. Your mother is far away and you will never see
her again. My name is Master and now you will do exactly what I
tell you or you will be hurt. Hurt very bad. I love to hurt
children and I am good at making you hurt worse than you have
ever been before.” he said as he smoked his fat stogy.
“NO! I want my mother now!” the child screamed as she balled her
tiny fist and  hit him.
Carl swiftly backhanded the child across her face knocking her
back into the crate. Blood trickled out of her nose and she
screamed again. He grabbed he and pulled her out of the van. The
dogs went on alert and closed in sounding the new toy.  Deep
warning growls came from their long snouts.
He slapped her face again and told her to shut up. The depraved
killer had a death grip on her small arm.
The child sobbed but stopped screaming, she shook in fear. He let
her stand there for a moment and then he said. “Kim take off your
clothes all of them and put them in that barrel over there.”
“No! I won...” she started to say when his fist slammed into her
tummy knocking her down. The dogs closed in snarling with bared
fangs.
The terrified child screamed as she tried to get her breath back.
The man grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up.
“I told you to take off your fucking cloths and put them in the
trash! Do it or I will let the dogs bit you! Do it now!” he
screamed as he towered over the cowering child.
“Please don’t hit me anymore it hurts so bad.” she sobbed as she
started to pull her top off. She wept as she wiggled out of her
wet pants. She covered her chest with her hands and stood there
in her underwear and shoes.
“I said all of your clothes. Pull those wet panties off now and
take off your shoes and dump them in the trash. From now on you
will be naked.” he said as he watched the shaken child pull her
pants off and then lift each foot and remove her shoes. She
picked up her clothing and dumped it the steel barrel.
“That is good. Now on the bench there is a small jar of gas. Open
it and pour it in the barrel.” he said as he looked at her slim
body. Her bottom was a small round bubble and her skin was clear
and unmarked-marked for now. The child did as the mean man said
and then stood shaking in fear and from the chill that was in the
large workshop.
Carl lit a piece of paper and gave it to the child telling her to
drop it in the barrel. She did and there was a whoosh as the gas
ignited, flame shot out of the top of the steel barrel and soon
her clothing was engulfed in the flames. Black smoke rolled out
of the barrel and a vent fan came on as a smoke detector turned
it on automatically.
The child sobbed as she stood there watching her past go up in
greasy black smoke. The man closed the van and then came back to
her.
“Follow me. We are going to your new room.” he said as he went to
a steel door on the wall. The dogs moved in on her and she jumped
to follow the mean man. Her bare feet slapped the cold concrete
floor. The man opened the door and punched some numbers on a
keypad and there was the sound of grinding as the floor in front
of them pulled back revealing a stairway leading down. Lights
came on and he told her to walk down the stairs.
At the foot of the stairway a set of iron bars blocked the way.
Beyond the bars was a room about 30 by 30 feet. There was a steel
cage on the far wall that held a cot, a toilet and a small sink.
In the center of the room sat a wicked looking steel table that
had many strange and evil looking tools hanging on hooks. There
was a large bed on one end of the room that had powerful lights
trained on the bed. Several big cameras were set up next to the
bed. There were several other pieces of strange furniture that
the child had no idea for what they were used. She would
painfully find out very soon.
“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here!” Kim said as she
turned to go back up the stairs.
“This is your home now until you die. Just how soon that is
depends on how well you act. From now on you do not utter a word
without my permission. The first word out of your fucking mouth
is Master. Say it now! Say Master.” he said as he knocked her
against the bars banging her small head against them hard.
“Ahaa. No..” she said as he hit her face hard.
 “Ahaa, Pleas....” she started when he hit her again blacking her
eye.
“Ahaa Master...MMaster” she cried falling to the floor covering
her battered face. The child had taken her first steps into
slavery, it would be a long and pain filled journey ending in her
death which by then she would welcome and beg for as agony filled
her soul.
“That is better cunt.” he said as he put his hand to a flat plate
of glass where a beam scanned his palm print. The device finding
that the print matched the one on file opened the bared door.
Carl pushed the child inside the chamber and closed the door
behind them. The dogs had followed them in. The males liked the
room for they got to fuck things there.
He took her to a raised stage and told her to get up on it. Carl
grabbed an expensive  Nikon D3200 - digital camera and started to
document the transformation from child to sex toy.
“Slut bend over and spread your ass with both hands.” he ordered
as he snapped images of the quivering child’s body.
“Good now lift your leg high, good now spread the lips of your
cunt. Wider pull the cunt open wide. Now stick your fucking
finger in the hole. Now move it in and out. Now put a finger up
your ass. Jam it in there or I will let the dogs bite you cunt!
Good now sit down on the chair and spread your cunt wide. Now
take this dildo and push it in your cunt. Push it hard it will go
in, I don’t care how bad it hurts just put it up your pussy. Good
now put it up your ass. Good now suck it clean. I said put the
shitty thing in your fucking mouth and suck it clean. Good now
put it up your ass and take this bigger one and ram it in you
cunt. Good now fuck yourself with it. I mean pull it out and push
it back in fast, faster harder now do it faster. I don’t care if
there is blood just fuck yourself harder!” he ordered her as he
captured the agony and shame on her face as he force her to abuse
her own body.
“Now get over here and take my pants off.” Carl said as he sat on
a stool and let the child undo his belt and then unzip his pants
and then pull them off. Then he made her remove his shorts as his
cock bound free.
“Take my cock in your hands and rub it and put it in your mouth.
Now lick it and suck my balls.” he said as he put down the camera
and grabbed her head and forced his cock in her throat. His cock
was not large but it was big enough to stretch all of a child’s
holes.
He turned on the cameras and started to video tape his rape of
the child. He told her to get on the bed and spread her legs wide
for him. He got on top of the child and put the head of his cock
against her undeveloped vulva. She screamed as his cock entered
her body stretching her flesh as he drove his five inch cock all
the way in the child’s tiny tight pussy.
Carl felt her clinging flesh as he pulled his cock out of her
abuse body and then rammed it home hurting her body. He fucked
her and then felt his cum boil up as he dumped his first of
hundreds of wads of cum in her body. He put a dog collar  around
her neck and then took her over to a low bench. He lay her down
on it on her back and then he tied her hands to the legs of the
device. Next he tied her legs pulled wide apart to the oak legs.
His cum dripped out of her bloody pussy as she lay on her back.
He gave a whistle and King ran to his side whining as his cock
was exposed and a knot had grown on the long pink pointed shaft.
The dog put his muzzle deep in the child’s pussy and licked up
the blood and cum running out of her abused body. The child cried
as the big dog mounted her and thrust his pointed dog cock in her
pussy. The dog worked the knot of his cock in her tight pussy as
he humped her body. He was soon pumping clear dog cum in her
cunt. He jerked and then pulled his cock out of her screaming
child.
Next Duke mounted her as he dog fucked her body. Carl got it all
on the digital camera. Kim’s blue eyes were red from crying and
her left eye was swollen and turning a dark black from Carl’s
fist strike. Her thin pale lips were distended and there was a
small laceration on the left lower lip. The dogs had scratched
her sides when they humped her. The child’s vagina leaked a
trickle of blood, human semen, and clear dog cum. Her eyes were
dull and here breath came in jerks as she sobbed. Tears streaked
down her puffy cheeks.
“Slave you did not do what I told you to do fast enough so as
punishment I am going to leave you bound to the fucking bench for
the night. This will keep you company slave.” he said as he
plunged a rubber expanding dildo that was attached to a cable
leading to a computer. Carl entered a few keystrokes and the
dildo expanded stretching her vagina. It slowly got bigger and
bigger as the child screamed in agony. Just when she though it
would tear her apart the device released the air bladder and it
deflated.
Slave this cunt buster is hooked to sensors that can tell when
you move or make a sound. When you do it will get bigger and hurt
you as you have experienced. So don’t move and don’t make a sound
or it will get your cunt good. Oh there may be some rats and
things that come out when the lights are out. I have tried to
kill them but they keep coming back. But then they don’t eat much
when they bit you. Say I bet you are thirsty. Would you like a
drink before I go?” he asked as he moved to her head.
“Yes. I wo...” she started to say when his fist rocked her jaw.
“Slave! What is the first fucking word out of your filthy mouth
supposed to be?” he screamed as he hit her again.
“Ahaa Master, MMaster I am sorry I forgot. Please don’t hit me
any more.” the sobbing child cried.
“Shut the fuck up slave. I asked you a fucking question if I have
to replete myself I am going to break one of your fucking
fingers.” he ragged screaming in the child’s ear.
“Master I would like a drink please sir.” Kim sobbed as the
device in her cunt expanded again. She screamed in abject agony
as her crotch was distended.
“Good slave I have to piss real bad. Now open your fuck hole and
dink every drop of my stinging stinky piss.” Carl said as he
grabbed her head and put the head of his cock in her mouth.
The child thrashed around as his hot piss flooded her mouth. She
gaged on the vile drink and his piss ran down her face and
dripped on the floor. He pinched her nose and held it shut so she
had to swallow his urine.  The acidic liquid burned her throat
and tasted salty and made her mouth get a slimy coating in it.
The urine mixed with her stomach acid and her body tried to rid
itself of the urine. She vomited the vile mess and it ran down
her cheeks and clung to her chest. Some of it got into her eyes
and they sung and burned.
Kim retched again and more puke came from her guts. This time she
turned her head so it would not get on her. The child coughed and
spit sticky yellow bile from her aching mouth.
“Here slave let me wash you off.” Carl laughed as he aimed his
cock at her mouth and face and let go a hot stream of piss. It
got in her eyes and up her nose and down her throat. She shook
her head and the expanding robot plug grew some more causing her
to scream in agony.
“Good night you fucking dumb cunt. Don’t let the rats eat your
face off. They love my piss so I wonder how many will come and
crawl over your nude body eating your flesh. I bet ten or more
big ones. They are very hungry and love to eat out little bad
girl’s eyes and tits.” Carl said as he went to a control panel
and turned on the monitoring devices embedded throughout  the
torture chamber. He could keep track of the child’s torment on
any of the flat screen monitors in his shop, home, or even on his
Droid Smart phone. Yea there was an app for that. He had thermal
cameras that needed no visible light but rather displayed the
heat differences of objects. There were low light lenses that
gave the room a ghastly green tint, and there were  High
Definition Nikon cameras the covered the entire room.
The chamber was wired for sound and he could hear the softest
sigh or the loudest scream. He recorded the data from his devices
and could review any part of her torment.
There were several such devices around the perimeter of his land.
He had place other watching devices up to a mile away from his
lair. No one could approach his compound without him being aware
of them.  He had his utilities monitored via the Internet
therefore there were no monthly meter readers poking their noses
around his compound. His mail box for the 'farm’ was on the dirt
road a half a mile from his house. If he ordered anything from
FEDEX or UPS he had them delivered to the UPS store in the next
town over.
Kim saw the man walk to the doorway and turn off the lights. The
room was plunged into total darkness. She screamed as the heavy
steel barred door slammed shut. The scream and her movement
caused the thing in her crotch to grow and she cried out again.
Her head ached and pain from her many injuries competed for
attention in her panicked mind. She was confused and terrified by
all that had happened to her in such a short time.
The device in her body sent waves of agony burning through her
small vagina. The child’s hands and feet were asleep and sent
needles of pain stabbing into her bound limbs. Her stomach
cramped sending waves of pain through her body. She needed to pee
and she was very thirsty.  The child’s mouth had a foul taste in
it and she shivered as the large room grew colder.
She cried out for her mother and sobbed. Her mind was overwhelmed
as panic gripped her soul. Kim lay on the hard bench for how long
she did not know. For there was no way for her to mark the
passing of time. There were no windows, no clock nothing for her
to see but the pitch black of the chamber. She fell into a
troubled sleep as exhaustion beat out the agony that consumed her
being.
  Something brushed against her leg in the dark and it jolted her
back into consciousness. Kim remembered what the evil man had
said about the rats. She screamed and the device in her body
stretched her vagina painfully. She could hear the scratching of
tiny clawed feet on the concrete floor. She yelled again when
another furry thing touched her arm. This time the thing put its
cold nose to her flesh to get a better sniff. Kim screamed again
as something crawled up her leg. It was joined by another as it
clawed its way up her arm. She thrashed about on the bench trying
to shake the vermin off of her body but she was too tightly bound
to the oak bench. One of the rats was on her chest as it nibbled
on the dried puke stuck to her flesh there. Soon she lost count
of the number of rats that scurried over her body biting and
scratching her.
She was able to keep the rats off of her face by thrashing her
head knocking them to the floor but they just climbed back up on
her body. The terror was too much for her mind to cope with so it
just shut down as she fell into a catatonic state. A fat rat
crawled on her face and poked its brown pointed head inside the
child’s slack jaw. Its sharp teeth took a chunk of her soft
tongue and red blood squirted out of the tiny bite. Drawn by the
blood others rushed to join in the fest.
A loud boom sent the rats scurrying back to their den. A small
door opened and food  came out in a feeding dish. The rats
conditioned to come to the sound of the door all rushed back
inside their cage.  The outer door banged shut caging the rats.
Carl laughed as he sat at a computer and observed his handy work.

He had learned his craft when he was a Major assigned to the
NSA/CSS (National Security Agency/Central Security Service). 
Carl worked for a small unit attached to the CIA’s blackest
operations. His unit did the dirty wet work when someone needed
to go away or when we needed to know what they knew. The units
motto was “Anybody,  anywhere, anytime, anyhow.” That meant that
any one,  any place on earth, at any time could be taken and any
means necessary would be used to complete the mission. Whether it
was a drone strike in the highlands of Afghanistan, or a night
time raid on bin Laden's compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan, or the
sudden death of a North Korean dictator. If you were in the units
sighs you were as good as dead but just did not know it yet.
After 911 the unit got the green light to take the war to the bad
guys. There was no congressional oversight of the unit and only a
handful of people outside of the NSA knew that they existed.
Carl was assigned the task of putting and end to a Mexican drug
lord’s attacks on US agents. He set up a team and within three
weeks had identified the main players. His men captured on August
11, 2011 of one of the cartel’s top lieutenants, Carlos Degas and
his family. They broke the man down by raping and torturing his
three young daughters while he was chained to a chair and forced
to watch as his children begged their father to talk to end the
agony they were enduring. His information led to the end of the
Beltrán-Leyva Cartel that was a syndicate founded by the four
Beltrán Leyva brothers: Marcos Arturo, Carlos, Alfredo and
Héctor.
The cartel was responsible for cocaine transportation and
wholesaling, marijuana production and wholesaling, and heroin
production and wholesaling. It controlled numerous drug
trafficking corridors, and engaged in human smuggling, money
laundering, extortion, kidnapping, murder and gun-running.
Once one of Mexico's most powerful drug cartels – which
effectively infiltrated the ranks of various Mexican government
agencies and even Mexico's Interpol – its last known leader,
Héctor Beltrán Leyva, is currently a fugitive with multi-million
dollar rewards on his head by both the United States and Mexican
governments. The capture of Carlos Degas prompted Mexican
authorities to declare the cartel disbanded and extinct.
That was all well and good until an LA Times reporter found out
just how Degas had been convinced to ‘talk’ The agency was able
to squash the story but some one had to take the fall. So they
threw Carl under the big black government bus. They stripped him
of his rank and kicked him out of the Army with an other than
honorable discharge which meant no retirement, no veterans
benefits, not even a flag for his coffin when he dies.
It was not all bad though for he could have been living at Fort
Leavenworth in Kansas for the rest of his life charged with rape,
murder, and a dozen other crimes. But he had too much on them. He
told the inquiring officers that if he was going down so were a
shit load of men in way higher pay grades than his. His evidence
put innocent children’s blood on the hands of three ex-presidents
and a bus load of Senators. They gave him access to three
numbered bank accounts in Switzerland and a stack of new
identities complete down to long form birth certificates just
like the one Obama has. Publicly he was disgraced, disowned and
deported, privately he was so wealthy that his great
grandchildren if he had any would not have to do an honest day
work in their lives.
He told his ex-boss that if anything happened to him like and
'accident’or he just died of natural cause three gigabytes of
data would hit the Internet and make Wikileaks look like small
time gossip around the water cooler at work. His boss asked what
happens when you do die? Carl said well you had better hope I
live a long and happy life. He had set up a time bomb program
that would dump the data on the worldwide web if a coded message
was not received by noon each Saturday.The code was the first
word on every other page of an out of print copy of the Indiana
State tax code for 1911. Carl had enough coded entries to run
through September 11, 2055.  He had an app for that too.
Carl got up the next morning and went to his office before he
entered the play room. He fed the stock and the dogs and checked
his e-mail. Since it was Saturday he sent the coded message the
kept the data from making world wide headlines.
Kim was semi-conscious and moaning in agony. The device in her
vagina had been shut off but was still logged in her tiny body.
She was dragged back into an all too pain filled existence by a
bucket of ice cold water thrown in her face.
She sputtered and screamed as her new life came crashing down on
her. The child gasp for breath as some of the water had gotten up
nose.
“Wake up you dumb cunt! How did you sleep? Did you enjoy the
rats? I sure the fuck did I laughed so hard I nearly pissed
myself.” he taunted the bound child.
“Master please sir I hurt so bad.” she cried as deep sobs shook
her chest.
“You are not such a dumb cunt after all. It takes most new slaves
a few days to remember to call me by my name.”Carl said as he
removed the bloody plug from her stretched pussy.
“Master thank you.” she whispered.
“ You are welcome slut. Well I don’t want to fuck you on this
hard bench it would not be good for my back you know and you
stink.” he said as he untied her from the torture device.
“Master I am sorry that I am such a dumb cunt.” she cried as he
carried her to a bathroom.
“That is alright dear you can’t help it you were born that way.
You know a stupid girl.” he said as he lay her on a padded bench
and worked the blood back into her extremities.
“Master thank you  for explaining it to me.” she said as her mind
collapsed into total submission. Kim was no more now she was a
dumb slut slave that only lived to make her master happy.
Carl filled the tub with hot water and put Epsom Salt in it. He
stood her in a shower built in to the corner of the room and
washed the blood and piss off of her tiny body. Once the child
was clean he lay her in the tub and went to the small kitchen to
fix them something to break their fast.
The salve’s mind was numb. She lay in the hot water and it pulled
some of the pain from her ravaged body. She could smell something
wonderful cooking in the next room and her tummy told her how
hungry she was. She hoped that master would allow her to eat
something.
The Master came into the room and she sat up in the tub and
lowered her head not wanting to look at him and perhaps make him
angry.
“Slave do you feel better now?” he asked as he stood over her.
“Master yes I do. Thank you sir.” she said as she waited for him
to tell her what to do.
“That is good Slave. Use the toilet and then come in the next
room and eat.” he said as he went back to finish their food. Carl
thought to himself that he really had found a treasure at Wally
World. He knew that this one would live a long time with him for
she had totally surrendered to him. The killer smiled and started
to plan his next visit to the store that really does have all
that you need.
“How do you like your eggs Slave?” he asked as the child came out
of the bathroom.
She thought about it for a moment and said, “Master, However you
like them sir.” she said as she stood awaiting his orders.
“Well we will have them scrambled with some cheese and beef
steak.” Carl said as he cracked four large brown eggs from his
hen house.
He put the food on a small table and sat down. He motioned to his
slave and she leaped into his lap. The dogs sat at their feet
begging for their bites too.
Carl fed the child as he molested her pussy. He was able to get
three fingers in her with out too much pain showing on her face.
They finished their meal and he carried her to the bed and turned
on the cameras. He lay on his back while the child climbed on top
of him and guided his nice cock into her wet small pussy. They
fucked most of the morning away and took naps when they got
tired. She gave up her ass willingly as he enjoyed her anus.
He kept her in the dungeon for a few days until he was sure that
her submission was complete after that she followed him around
the farm just like one of the dogs. By then the shiner he had
given her was now just a purple ring around her left eye. He had
fun dressing her and giving her long bubble baths followed by
heavy sex and cuddling in the after glow of good orgasms.

This is a work of fiction.Carl only lives in my mind. Take a
treasure from Walmart and you will end up in jail or shot dead by
some pissed off dad. Since you got this far why not give me a
shout at wordweaver69@gmail.com feedback is welcomed, flames,
rants and bible thumpers  will be laughed at and then deleted. I
know that I am a sick mother fucker, I have been told that by
judges guards and social-workers. but hey keep your mom off the
street and it won’t happen.