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.