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 Author: Awkward Dreams
Title: Welcome To My Rape Room
Summary: With meticulous planning, a man creates a rape room, kidnaps a
young girl, and sadistically tortures and rapes her for days.
Keywords: Mg, ped, bd, rape, anal, sad, tort, ws, scat, snuff

   Welcome To My Rape Room By Awkward Dreams

   (A work of fiction, offered as a fantasy indulgence which is superior in
every way to trying to create similar experiences in real life).

   Chapter 1 - The Snatch

   When I first started looking for a house where I could rape and torture
women, I assumed I would need to find an isolated place in the country with
no neighbors for miles.  But as I quickly learned, country estates with
lots of land are pretty pricey.  The suburbs were even worse, so I started
to think how I could do it in the city.  Maybe I could do some construction
in the basement to make it soundproof.

   One thing my dirty, post-industrial city has going for it is low real
estate prices.  Nothing but poor immigrants now, so I could get a place
cheap and also not be bothered by overly friendly neighbors.  In the end, I
lucked out so much it's like it was preordained.

   The place I ended up buying is in a close-packed neighborhood of
single-family houses.  When I first saw it, I was dismayed by how close the
neighbors were, and assumed this would not work out.  But I went ahead with
the showing, and when we got to the basement, the realtor showed me the
room.

   She apologized and looked embarrassed, because it was a little unusual.

   "The previous owners had a band," she said, "so they built this room so
they could practice without bothering the neighbors."

   I couldn't believe it.  A house that comes with a soundproof room!  I
wouldn't even have to do any construction.  I bought the place as quick as
I could.

   The first thing I did once the moving van drove away was to test the
room.  I got a boom box and put on PJ Harvey's "Joy", because that's the
loudest song I know.  Throbbing guitars, screaming female voice, and
literally banging pots and pans.  I cranked it up to full volume and shut
the door.  Right outside the door, I could clearly hear the song, but it
was quite muffled.  I moved upstairs, and the sound was just an indistinct
vibration.  Moving out to the sidewalk, I was pleased to find that I
couldn't hear anything at all.  But when I moved down the driveway to the
outside wall of the room, I could again hear the muffled music.  It was not
quite good enough.  An unexpected visitor could be alerted to my goings on
if they arrived at the wrong time.

   To further insulate the room, I needed some limpid mass.  That's the way
sound gets muffled, by hitting something massive yet soft to absorb the
vibrations.  Luckily, sheets of high-performing materials are readily
available online, though they're not cheap.  I ordered a bunch which
arrived just as soon as I had my house unpacked and set up.  I put a single
layer on all four walls and the ceiling, plus a second layer on the outside
wall and over the door to the rest of the basement.  I cranked up Polly
Jean again and did the test.  This time, I was so pleased I almost came in
my pants.  I could hear nothing even when standing right outside the door
or putting my ear up to the outside wall.  The room was ready.

   By this time, I had to go back to work, so preparations slowed down. 
Anyhow, I had been focusing for so long on just getting a place, I needed
some time to think about how I was going to get a victim.  I was not
willing to take any risk of getting caught, so my plan had to be foolproof.


   Once I got a victim in the room, she would be heavily restrained all the
time, so I felt I would be safe.  The time from initial snatch until I got
her restrained in the room would be the time I was vulnerable.

   Now, I'm not a super physical guy, so keeping confident physical control
of my prey was going to need to involve two factors.  Factor one: weapons
and restraints.  Factor two: only small, weak-looking females would be
chosen.  This suited my sexual tastes anyway, which tend to run towards
skinny, petite, and young.

   Since I was violating all sorts of societal rules anyway, I felt no
reason to limit myself to grown women.  I figured maybe a petite 16 year
old could be controllable, but a skinny 10 or 12 year old would be even
easier to deal with.  So that would be my victim range.  I didn't want to
go any younger because A) baby fat disgusts me and B) I wanted a girl who
was old enough to know what was happening to her.  More fear that way.

   Due to my lack of experience, I figured the initial snatch was the most
vulnerable time.  I couldn't risk a girl getting away, because then she
could report me.  So I had to be sure before I made an attempt, and the
attempt had to be carefully planned with redundant safety factors.

   I started going to gun shows, but not for guns.  I picked up some pepper
spray and a stun gun, with no identification needed.  I also bought a knife
with a ten-inch black curved blade.  Very scary looking.

   The preparations took a while, since I had to ready both the snatch kit
for the car, plus the room itself.  The most fun part was picking out the
actual torture implements.  What I eventually discovered was that hardware
stores and kitchen supply stores were my best sources for that.  Finally, I
decided I was ready, and started actually cruising for victims.

   I started spending all my nights and weekends driving around the suburbs
and more rural towns.  I never visited the same town more often than once a
month, so nobody could possibly recall seeing my car prowling around for
days before a girl disappeared.

   This was going to be hard.  I rarely saw girls walking in public alone,
especially the young waifs I was looking for.  And when I saw them, it
never seemed to be in a spot where I could snatch her without too much risk
of being seen.

   As the months wore on, I wracked my brains trying to think of different
ways I could make my score.  I thought about doing a home invasion.  I even
scanned the obituaries, looking for middle aged men who had recently died,
leaving surviving daughters.  I know, I know, I'm a horrible human being,
but you knew that already.  Ultimately I decided there were too many risks
and unknowns with a home invasion.

   I toyed with the idea of running a bicycling girl off the road.  This
would be a sure way to stop her quick, and I could pretend I was helping
her when making the initial snatch.  But then I feared it would leave me
open to risks if someone else came by before I got her and her bike in the
trunk.  Plus, too much risk I'd leave evidence behind like bike parts.  Or
kill her accidentally.  That would be a bummer.

   Eventually, I decided I just needed to keep driving around until I
lucked into the perfect opportunity.  I would then have to stop the car and
open my trunk, pretending to do something in there and hoping she didn't
get spooked.  If she walked by me then, I could hit her with a practiced
maneuver.

   Eventually, it happened.  I had left work early in hopes of getting some
after school walkers in a rural town.  I was driving down a long, straight
road when I saw her.  She was young, near the low end of my range.  I came
up from behind her, and her long blonde hair gave me a hard on.  I just
hoped her face was pretty, because no way was I going to take all this risk
for an ugly girl.  I had fantasized about this for so long; I wanted it to
be perfect.  As I drove past, I maintained my speed and subtly checked her
out.  She was super cute!  She wore a skirt that was short enough that I
could see her legs were skinny.  I looked her over again in the mirror, and
decided she would definitely do.

   I drove another quarter mile before I pulled over, so she wouldn't think
I was stopping for her.  She would have to walk between my car and some
bushes though.  I opened the trunk, got out, and started rummaging around
in there, without even looking at her.  I had installed a wide-view mirror
in the trunk so I could monitor her approach while appearing to be ignoring
her and doing something in my trunk.  It seemed to take forever for her to
reach me.  I reached deep in my trunk, moving my equipment around, back and
forth, waiting for her to get close.  Finally, it was time.  I grabbed the
stun gun with my left hand and turned it on.  I picked up the pepper spray
with my right hand, and straightened up.  I looked both ways.  Thank the
Lord, no cars in sight.  Then she was upon me, and I launched into the
sequence I had rehearsed.

   "Excuse me," I said.

   She looked up at me.  I gave her a big squirt of pepper spray right in
the face.  She screamed and clutched her eyes.  I shoved the spray in my
pants pocket and grabbed her by the arm.  She screamed again and tried to
pull away.  It was a pathetic effort.  I held her easily and pushed the
stun gun into her belly.  I turned it on for three seconds and she dropped
like a rock and lay still next to a bush.

   I wanted to stand there and admire her, but I kept moving quickly.  This
was the absolute most vulnerable point in my plan.  If a car came by now, I
would be toast.  I scooped her up in my arms and got her in the trunk.  I
scanned the area for things she may have dropped.  Only her book bag, which
I tossed in the trunk next to her.  I scanned the area again, and found no
objects lying about.  I turned to the girl in my trunk, who was still out
cold.  Her face was completely red and streaked with tears.  I quickly got
the duct tape and started binding her hands, arms, feet and legs.  I got
the gag, stuffed the two-inch dildo attachment in her mouth, and fastened
the strap around her head.  She could no longer scream.  I was almost safe.
I then put a leather bag over her head for good measure and tightened the
strap around her neck.  She could still breathe, but she would be even more
muffled and would stay disoriented.  Then I stuffed her in the six foot
duffle bag and zipped it.  She was wrapped.

   Then I took the broom out and quickly swept the whole area clean of foot
prints.  I tossed it in the trunk and shut the lid.  I scanned the area one
last time for evidence and found none.  I rushed to my door and got in the
car before somebody came by and saw me.  I was so pumped full of adrenalin
I could barely operate the car.  I quickly lurched out onto the road,
because I didn't want anybody to be able to recall seeing me pulled over
there.  I had a nondescript car, but still.

   Nobody came to the stretch of road until I was underway.  I was
struggling to look normal and inconspicuous, to be driving a normal speed
when I wanted to rush back to my house at 90 miles an hour.  A woman passed
me going the other way in a hatchback.  I half expected her to sense what
was going on and turn around and chase me, but she just drove by without
looking at me and disappeared in my rear view mirror.

   The drive home was the longest 40 minutes of my life.  I'm sure it was
pretty bad for her too, but she never made a peep that I could hear.  My
plan had been all about preventing her from making noise in the trunk, but
now I couldn't shake the worry that I had killed her, or that she was
slowly suffocating in that duffle bag.  I had tested the setup on myself,
but not for this long.  I tried to convince myself I was just being
paranoid, and besides, I didn't want to risk stopping to check on her.

   Finally, I got home.  I backed into the driveway and pulled close to the
house.  This would limit visibility of anyone on the street seeing me move
her from the car to the house.  It was still light out.  Not ideal.  This
was obviously another very vulnerable part of my plan.  If she screamed
while someone was walking by or looking at me from across the street, I
could be busted.  Luckily, there was a hedge blocking the next door
neighbor's view, and the neighbor across the street didn't appear to be
home.  I got out, and still didn't hear a peep from the trunk.  I left it
shut and unlocked the back door of the house.  I then walked around the
front and picked up my mail.  I felt like an actor, trying to act casual,
but my heart felt like it was going to thump out of my chest.  I looked up
and down the sidewalk and saw nobody.

   I popped the trunk and grabbed the duffle bag by the handles and swung
it out.  She flailed and made some sort of yelping sound, but it was
muffled effectively by my gag and bag.  I hustled her inside, taking her
straight down to the room.

   I put her in there on the mattress, bag and all, and went back out to
gather my things from the trunk and shut it.  Still no sign of pesky
neighbors.  I headed inside.  Was I actually going to get away with this?
My legs started shaking so bad I could barely stand.  I sat at the kitchen
table and just breathed for a minute.

   Everything felt unreal.  I was pretty sure I had a young girl tied up in
my basement, so what was I waiting for?  I think I had been anticipating
and planning this for so long, I just needed some time for it to sink in.
Planning stage was over.  I had successfully made a snatch, and the risky
part was over.  Now the fun could begin.

   I closed the blinds, and put on the TV for a cover sound just in case.
Then I poured myself a big scotch on the rocks, grabbed a water bottle for
her, and headed down to the basement.

   I got inside and shut and locked the door.  I had installed a
combination lock so that if she somehow managed to get free, she would
still be locked in.  I arranged the limpid mass in front of the door, and
sat down next to the duffle.  She had gone quiet again.  I sipped my scotch
and savored the moment.  Then I unzipped the bag.

   First the odor hit me.  She had obviously pissed and shit herself.  I
don't blame her.  Then I began to fear again that I had suffocated her, so
I quickly unbuckled the leather bag and got it off her head.  Holy shit,
did she look bad.  Her face and hair was absolutely soaked with I don't
know what; tears, sweat, spit, snot.  And her eyes were so red and swollen,
she didn't seem able to open them.  Since I was in my safe place now, I
could remove her gag without fear.  She started gulping air and sobbing
immediately, and I let her go on until she exhausted herself and reduced it
to a soft whimper.  I sipped my scotch and rubbed my dick through my jeans
while watching her cry.

   "Look," I said.  "You need to calm down." She sobbed again, but then
quieted down.

   "What's going on?" she asked, sniffling, in her shaky little girl voice.
She managed to get her eyes open, and stared at me, blinking.  "Who are
you?" She looked around the room, at the gray vinyl sheets of limpid mass,
at the posts I had bolted to the concrete floor at each corner of the
mattress, at the ropes, chains and implements piled in the corner.  "Where
am I?"

   This was a moment I had rehearsed many times in my mind.  Now it was
really happening.  "Welcome to my rape room," I said.  "You're going to die
here."



   Welcome To My Rape Room Chapter 2 - The Cunt

   For some reason, when I told the girl she was going to die in my rape
room, she took this news badly.  Go figure.  She started up her crying
again, and even started struggling a little.  But she couldn't move much,
with her limbs still bound up in duct tape.  It was not long before she was
back to laying still and whimpering.

   "Would you like me to take that tape off?" I offered.

   Her face actually brightened, and she nodded vigorously.  This gave me
the idea to start messing with her by being nice for a while.

   "Your clothes are kind of gross too.  Let's take those off and clean you
up a bit, OK?" She looked a little less sure about this, but nodded
nonetheless.

   I put some plastic sheeting over the bedding so her wet clothing
wouldn't mess it up right away, Then I slid her out of the duffle bag and
onto the plastic.  Finally, I grabbed a razor blade and started cutting
away at the masses of sloppy duct tape I had applied so hurriedly in my
trunk

   I wasn't super concerned about her fighting me, since she was so small
and her limbs were probably numb by this point.  Nonetheless, as soon as
her arms were free, I wasted no time in slipping her shirt over her head
and slapping a shackle onto the first wrist before she knew what was going
on.  This seemed to panic her a bit, and she actually fought me a little.
This excited me, but it was not much of a challenge to get her other wrist
in the cuff too.

   I had purchased four sets of leg shackles at an online BDSM store, and I
had been worried that a small girl's wrist might slip right through the
cuffs.  I tightened it down until it dug into her arm, and then jerked on
it to test it.  It held well enough for now.  The cuff at the other end of
the shackle was already attached to a metal ring on the post, so she wasn't
going anywhere.

   I would have liked to take more time and have more ceremony about
stripping her, but the soiling of her clothing needed to be taken care of
first before I could appreciate her body.  I sort of pretended not to look
while removing the tape on her legs, and then her skirt and dirty panties.
She started kicking at this point, but it was a trivial matter to sit on
one leg while shackling the other.

   I wasn't sure what to do with the clothing.  I had planned to keep it as
a souvenir, but it was disgusting right now.  I had large garbage bags
nearby, so I just stuffed all her clothes into one, along with the moist
duffle bag.  I could deal with it later.

   I got a wet wipe and carefully wiped her pussy and butt, like I was
changing a baby.  It was not sexual at this point.  I wanted her clean
before I got excited about her body.  Hell, she was like a baby anyway,
with a completely hairless twat.  I was really happy I wouldn't have to use
the waxing strips I had purchased.  I wiped the snot and pepper spray off
her face and hair as best I could.  Then I removed the plastic and laid her
on the sheets.  I tightened the winches on the posts until the chains were
taut.  This alarmed her, and she started to scream.

   When she was fully spread eagled, I sat back and admired my handiwork
for a while.  I sipped my scotch and rubbed my dick hard through my pants.
This girl was fucking perfect.  In addition to her bald cunt, her belly and
chest were totally flat.  Creamy white skin.  No waist, super skinny arms
and legs.  I was getting harder and harder.  She kept looking at her
shackles in disbelief and pulling on them.

   I decided to be nice to her for a while again.  "Would you like some
water?" I asked.

   She brightened again and nodded.  "Yes, please." So polite.  A good
girl.

   I propped her head up with one hand and poured water into her mouth with
the other.  She gulped it down, dribbling quite a bit onto her chest.  I
got a towel and mopped it up, and we even laughed a little.  A more normal
color started to come over her face.

   I sat back down in my chair and asked her, "What's your name, sweetie?".

   She answered right away, "Elly Daniels."

   "Cute name, " I said.  What I meant was that it made me horny, but she
seemed to take it as some sort of compliment and smiled.

   "How old are you, Elly?"

   "Eleven."

   Sweet Jesus, why did that number send a jolt of sexual pleasure up and
down my body?  Such a dirty, dirty thing to do, to tie up an eleven year
old girl to rape her.  I told her none of this, and continued asking her
questions.

   "What are your parents' names?"

   "Lily and Bob."

   "Lily and Bob Daniels?"

   "Yes."

   "And what's your address?"

   She told me, and I jotted it all down in my notebook.  This would come
in handy during the later part of the plan.

   She seemed more relaxed, as if this was some sort of normal interview
with an adult, even though she was spread eagled and naked in a strange
room.  I decided to milk her hope for a little while longer.

   I asked her, "Would you like to go home to your Mom and Dad now?"

   She was so happy, beaming and shouting "Yes, yes!" It was almost too
cruel, even for me.

   I couldn't pretend any longer.  I just sat there and drank my scotch
without saying any more.  Her smile slowly faded.

   "Perhaps you forgot, " I said, "but I told you you're going to die in
this room.  You're never going home, and you'll never see your parents
again.  I'm going to dump your dead body in the woods, and nobody will ever
find it."

   She didn't take this reminder and new information very well.  Too bad. I
was done being nice.  My buzz was kicking in nicely, and adrenaline rushed
through my body.  It was time for me to get naked and rape this little
piece of meat.

   As I got undressed, I talked to her in a mocking voice.  "Don't worry,
honey, by the time I'm done with you, you'll want to die.  Do you know what
rape is?"

   She shook her head.

   I took my pants off and showed her my erection.  "Do you know what this
is?"

   She nodded yes.  Sex education, I guess.

   "Well, rape is when I shove this in one of your holes, even though you
don't want me to."

   He eyes widened in fear.  I straddled her chest and waved my dick right
in front of her face.  She seriously lost it and literally quaked in fear.
This just excited me more.

   "You have three holes I'm going to rape.  Can you guess what they are?"

   She didn't seem to be into my little game, so I gave her the answer.

   "First, I'm going to rape your cunt hole, between your legs.  Then I'm
going to rape your mouth hole and make you choke on it."

   Her wailing increased in pitch and volume.  I began to get nervous about
the noise, despite my preparations.  Besides, it was hurting my ears.  I
slapped her across the face, hard.  This stunned her for a few seconds, but
then her screaming picked up again at an even more shrill pitch.  I went
for the dildo gag and shoved it in her open mouth and quickly strapped it
on.  This cut the noise a little.

   Now I was pissed off at her.  She was a whiny little bitch, and I was
drunk.  I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed.  That shut her up.  My
hand fit easily around her entire neck.  I could crush her throat and snap
her spine if I wanted to.  I felt so powerful.

   "And finally," I said, inches from her face, "I'm going to rape your
little asshole.  That's the hole I'm most looking forward to raping,
because it'll be the most painful for you.  So I'm going to save that for
last."

   I was ready.  I got off her chest and slid down between her legs.  I got
some lube and started rubbing it on her cunt.  Her little hairless slit was
so cute.  I put a finger inside her hole, and she started straining and
jerking against her restraints.  She didn't want to get raped, apparently.
Good.  You can't rape the willing.

   I put a second finger in and started stretching her cunt roughly.  This
apparently hurt, because she started writhing even more frenetically,
trying to get away.  But she didn't have much freedom of motion, and I kept
fingering her.  I really enjoyed the fact that I could do what she didn't
want me to do, and she was powerless to stop me.

   Then I got on top of her and put the head of my dick against her hole. I
got the first inch inside, and she was in agony.  I held it there for a
while, enjoying her suffering.  She looked up at me and pleaded with her
eyes.

   I grabbed her by the throat again, and put my face right above hers.  I
stared right into her eyes and said, "Now I'm going to rape the shit out of
you, bitch."

   I thrust my dick inside her tiny cunt as hard as I could.  Her flesh
made way, and I was in her to the hilt.  I was really close to cumming, so
I just left it fully inserted and savored the moment.  I gazed into her
panic stricken eyes.  I watched her little mouth twist in terror and pain.
I felt her little body vainly try to buck me off.  But of course, she could
do nothing.

   I realized I wasn't going to be able to avoid cumming, so this first
rape was going to be a short one.  No matter, I expected this, and there
would be plenty of longer rapes to come.  I had the whole weekend with her
before I would have to go back to work.

   I had done it.  I had finally become a rapist, just like I always wanted
to.  I had my dick completely buried in an eleven year old girl's twat, and
I was about to blow my load in her.  I couldn't wait anymore.  I thrust
one, two, three times, and exploded in the longest, most intense orgasm of
my life.

   Welcome To My Rape Room Chapter 3 - The Mouth

   When I got done raping her cunt, I lay on top of her for a long time. 
My dick went soft, but didn't slide out because she was so tight.  She was
drawing only ragged shallow breaths, probably because she had just been
raped and a grown man was resting his full weight on her.  I was surprised
how good it felt to be crushing her like this.

   Finally, I got uncomfortable and got off of her.  My dick popped out of
her cunt and a bunch of blood came spurting out.  The red stain on the
bedding was surprisingly big.  I hoped she wasn't going to die too soon.  I
went upstairs and got some witch hazel I used for shaving cuts.  I poured a
bunch on a towel and pressed it to her crotch to help stop the bleeding.  I
guess it stung, because she would not stop screaming and gyrating her pussy
to try to get away.  It was pretty amusing.  I sat on her legs to keep her
in place and poured more witch hazel onto the rag.  I thought she was going
to vibrate into pieces.  God, that must hurt so much.  Watching her squirm
was making me hard again.

   Finally I got off of her and removed the rag.  I watched for a while,
and the red spot didn't seem to be getting any bigger.  It was kind of
pretty, really, so I decided to let it dry there and be a decoration and
memento.  This also reminded me that it was past time to start documenting
things.

   I got the camera and first took some still shots.  She looked so fragile
and broken, chained all spread apart like that, with a big blood stain
between her legs.  There was absolutely no doubt in the world that this
girl had just been raped.  I took some closeups of her crotch and face. 
Then I removed the dildo gag and took some more shots.

   After mounting the camera on the tripod, I started taking some videos. I
got down low so you could see and hear her quaking breath and low moans.  I
zoomed in on her face and then jammed my fingers in her ruined cunt.  Her
face lit up with pain, and she struggled, grimaced, and growled.  Awesome.
Lily and Bob were going to love this.

   I took a break and made myself some dinner.  I had a couple of beers to
wash it down with, and I went down when I was feeling horny again.

   When I re-entered the room, she was of course exactly as I had left her.
I briefly considered offering her some food, but she didn't look hungry,
and I started getting hard again, just from looking at her skinny little
body.  It was time to rape hole number two.

   Now, I had no intention of ever putting my unprotected dick directly
into the mouth of a victim.  I had no interest in getting bitten, either
accidentally or on purpose.  This is why I had purchased a set of ring
gags. The two-inch diameter one was the smallest one that I could
comfortably slide my dick in and out of, so I grabbed that one.

   I sat on her chest again and held the ring gag up to her mouth.  She
glowered at me and kept her lips clamped shut.

   "Now, Elly," I scolded, "you should know by now that you can't defy me."

   I held the ring in one hand and clamped her nostrils together with the
thumb and forefinger of my other hand.  She got my intentions right away,
and a mix of fear and indignation came over her face.  After ten seconds,
her mouth opened involuntarily so her body could breathe.  I jammed the
ring in her mouth.  Then I used both hands to rotate it and force her teeth
apart.

   She was screaming a surprising amount, and the ring didn't seem to want
to rotate all the way around to open in the front.  I had to back out.  She
cried piteously, and it occurred to me that the large ring simply might not
fit.  Her jaw might not open that far, and I didn't want to break her yet.

   This was a problem I hadn't anticipated.  How was I supposed to rape her
mouth if I couldn't fit a ring gag in it?  I got angry, and almost punched
her in the jaw, but I stopped myself because I didn't want to ruin her face
yet.  It was super cute.  But a really important part of my plan was to
watch her gag and choke on my dick.  How could I fulfill my goal?

   Unsure what to do, I offered her some food and more water, and she
actually calmed down for a little while after eating.  It was getting late,
and I decided to retire back upstairs and think, maybe get a few hours
sleep.  I had had a big day, after all.  Before going up, I put a diaper on
her so there would be no more messes.

   I ended up sleeping through the night.

   You know how on Christmas morning, you don't have to lay around for a
while before remembering that it's Christmas?  You wake up with the
knowledge already front and center in your mind.  The same thing happened
to me when I woke up.  I was a rapist!  And a little girl was tied up in my
basement right now!

   I sprang out of bed, but did stop to get some coffee.  While it was
brewing, I did a couple of bong hits to get into the zone.  I went down and
paused outside the door, wondering if maybe she had struggled during the
night to try to escape.  If she attacked me when I opened the door, I could
throw my hot coffee in her face.  Maybe I should install a remote camera in
the room so I could see what was going on from outside.

   I opened the door, and of course she was right where I left her.  The
chains were holding her pretty tight.  In fact, her wrists and ankles were
black and blue.  Oh well.

   "Good morning, sunshine!" I said.  "Did you shit yourself again last
night?"

   She started crying.  I took off her diaper to check, and had just some
pee to clean up.

   "We have a treat today, Elly.  I think I figured out how I'm going to
rape your mouth.  You see, it;s the gagging and choking that get me off the
most.  I wanted you to choke on my dick, but really anything will do.  And
I thought of something that would make you gag even more than a dick.  Can
you guess what it is?"

   Apparently, she was never going to play my guessing games.  She just
looked away.  I drank some more coffee, and waited a few minutes for it to
kick in.  Meanwhile, I got out the 1-1/2 inch ring gag and managed to get
that in her mouth using the same trick as the night before.  Her jaw was
clearly strained, but she didn't scream.  THe opening was not wide enough
for fucking, but it would do for what I had in mind.

   I was going to have to immobilize her head for this.  I had planned to
torture her face at some point, and had made a fixture to hold her still.
It consisted of a board with a hole in the back, a strap mounted just below
that, and some brackets to the sides.  I put the board behind her head,
gathered her long hair into a bunch and fed it through the hole.  On the
other side of the board, I pulled the hair bundle under the pair of spring
clips, which held it firmly in place.  By the sound of it, this process was
pinching her quite a bit.  After securing her hair in back, I set the board
down flat again and buckled the strap around her neck.  As the final step,
I adjusted the two wide L-brackets that were on either side of her face,
sliding them in on their tracks until they were snug against her temples. I
tightened the screws so they wouldn't slide out of place.  Perfect.  She
was held down in two places, and couldn't turn her head to either side.

   When I felt ready, I set up the camera, low and close to her face on one
side.  I started recording, and took off my pajamas.  I sat on her chest
again, but a little higher this time, so my balls were resting just under
her chin.  I put the head of my dick inside the ring opening as far as I
could while remaining comfortable.  Then I relaxed and let my morning piss
stream into her mouth.

   She had apparently not seen this coming, because the look of surprise
and horror on her face was sudden and dramatic.  Her mouth filled up
quickly, and piss started to pour out over her face, covering the board and
seeping into the bedding.  She gagged and tried to get away, but the
contraption held her steady.  This was almost too easy.

   When I sensed I was about half done, I pulled my dick out of her mouth
and started spraying my piss all over her face and hair.  She didn't seem
to like that much.  I liked it a lot, especially because she didn't.  Then
I did something I had fantasized about for a long time.  I pointed my piss
stream straight up her nostril, and used my hands to hold her extra tight
so the remainder of my piss would go straight up her nose.

   The sounds she made while I pissed up her nose were beyond my wildest
imagination.  I knew what it was like to get water up my nose in a pool,
but it was hard to imagine how much worse this would be.  Hot piss, going
on and on.  But imagining how she felt was really the whole point of this
activity, so I tried my best.  I imagined so much pain that I started to
get hard, and could not piss properly.  I pulled away from her nose, let my
dick get soft again, and finished up in her eyes.  I held her eyelids open
as best I could and pissed directly on her eyeball.  Finally, I was empty.
My favorite part may have been shaking off the remaining drops onto her. 
This little girl's face was nothing but a piss rag for me.

   I gave her a minute to recover, so she would think it was over.

   "How did you like that?" I asked.

   "Not at all," she said, lisping through the ring gag.

   "Well, don't worry, there's worse to come," I said.

   I got off of her and waited until she opened her eyes.  Then I turned
around and squatted over her face.  She made a little noise of surprise. 
When I lowered my asshole right down over her mouth, she made a louder
noise.  I felt around with my hands to make sure I was properly positioned,
then I let go with my soft, hungover morning shit.

   Taking a shit normally feels pretty good, so taking it in a little
girl's mouth was really quite exquisite.  She started gagging right away
and didn't stop.  I love that sound so much, it made me hard.  I guess her
mouth overflowed pretty quick, because I could feel the shit spreading
around my ass.  I lifted myself up and moved back a little, so I could dump
a pile on the rest of her face.  I finished up and wiped myself, then
turned around to admire my work.

   If was beautiful.  I picked up the camera and got some nice video and
stills of her face.  She was completely immobilized.  Her tongue was
straining to eject the shit, but there wasn't much she could do .  It was
soft enough to just fill every crevice and sit there.  A large amount had
slid down the sides of her face, into her ears, and all over her hair.  I'm
not bothered by the smell of my own shit, but I could imagine it was pretty
horrible for her.  She was still gagging continuously, and I started
beating off while watching her.

   She eventually stopped gagging, taking small breaths through her mouth,
which she had managed to empty somewhat.  Her mouth was still a brown mess,
of course, and I wondered how it tasted.  On an impulse, I took a
fingerfull and licked it.  Not that bad, in small doses.  Kind of earthy,
though very bitter.  I imagined it would be different with a mouth full of
it.

   A pile of shit was covering her nose, too, and I wondered what that
smelled like.  The smell was actually worse than the taste.  That gave me
an idea.  I took my fingers and pressed the shit just below her nose up
into her nostrils.  She objected.  Tough shit, ha ha!  I started scooping
up handfuls from the side of her face, and shoveling it all into both of
her nostrils.  She became increasingly agitated and made loud, gurgling
screams.  I was really enjoying this, and stroked myself furiously with one
hand while I pushed shit deep into her sinus cavities with the other.

   When I was getting close to coming, I switched to pushing all the piles
of shit from her neck and hair into her mouth.  I would scoop a new pile
into her mouth, and cover her mouth with one hand so she couldn't eject it.
I started pushing pieces down her throat with two fingers.  The gagging was
loud, and her body convulsed under me.  I had to come soon, or she was
going to die.

   Both of my hands were totally shitty by this point, and I was stroking
my meat furiously with the goopy mess.  I knelt over her face, jamming my
fingers down her throat, choking her mercilessly.  Finally, I couldn't hold
out any longer, and blew my load all over her shitty face.

   As soon as my orgam subsized, I cleaned out her mouth with my fingers,
and to my relief, she was still breathing.  I got off of her and cleaned
myself up a little.  Then I detached the head-restraint board and put it
aside for later cleaning.  It had caught most of the mess, though the
sheets were soaked with urine.  I decided she could lay in it until it
dried.  I also figured she'd be extra weak for while, so I actually
unshackled her hands so she could sit up,

   I cleaned her face and helped her blow her nose, The nose was probably
hopeless.  I'm sure her sinuses were full to the brim.  I should probably
get some sort of sinus rinse for her, but I didn't have any on hand.  Holy
shit, she was going to feel nasty for a while,

   Once she started to recover a bit, I chained her down again before she
got any ideas.  As I got dressed and gathered things up, she was crying
softly.

   "Don't be sad, Elly," I said.  "You finished the second rape, only one
more hole to go."

   Welcome To My Rape Room Chapter 4 - The Ass

   After I cleaned up from the morning's toilet games, I spent rest of the
day getting high and snacking.  It was Saturday, and I was already
two-thirds of the way through the rape plan.  The way things were going, I
would be ready to move on to torture before the weekend was over.

   Well, rape was really just a form of torture anyway.  This was going to
be especially true of the ass rape I had in mind for this evening.  I had
come so much in the last 24 hours, I would be able to last a long time in
her ass.  And I intended to fuck her deep and rough.

   When I went down, it was pretty rank in there.  I decided to change the
sheets, since I had to turn her over anyway.  I put the hood over her head
so she would be less inclined to try something while some of her limbs were
free.  Then I unchained her, hogtied her, and changed the bedding.

   When I put her back on the mattress, it was face down this time.  I
realized I hadn't really checked out her ass much at all yet, and I stopped
to admire it and take pictures.  It was the cutest little girl ass I had
seen in a long time.  Perfectly round and tiny in a way an older girl's
butt never could be.

   I spread her cheeks to inspect her anus.  It was so miniscule that I had
to laugh at the thought of my schlong busting through her sphincter.  I
imagined the pain she was going to ensure and started getting really horny.


   "Well, Elly," I announced, "it's time for you to get sodomized."

   She didn't react, and I began to worry she had lost the will to resist
or react.  Well, I'd give her something to react to.  I sat on her legs and
rubbed my dick all over her ass cheeks.  Her skin was so soft, it felt
amazing.  I spent some time rubbing my dick all over the skin of her legs
and back.  After a while, I had to stop because I was afraid I would come
if I kept up the rubbing.

   I returned to her ass, and got the lube.  I put one finger inside her
asshole, mostly to get the lubrication in there and open her up just enough
that I could get the head of my dick in.  If she was my girlfriend and I
wanted her to enjoy it, I would take my time, using more and more fingers
to stretch her asshole slowly so the entry of my dick would not be so
traumatic.  Here, I was going for the exact opposite effect.  I wanted my
penetration to be the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced.  I
decided to gag her because I was worried her screams would penetrate my
soundproofing.

   I set up the camera not far off the floor, in front of the mattress. 
This camera angle was inspired by the anal rape scene in the movie
Irreversible, where you can see the woman's face so clearly as she suffers.
I stripped completely and started recording.

   It was surprisingly difficult to get my dick inside her butthole.  I had
plenty of lube, but it would not go in.  I ended up having to stretch her
out a little with my fingers.  But by the sound of it when I finally rammed
by cock fully inside her, it was about as painful as I had hoped.

   I grabbed her by the hair to raise her face for the camera, just like in
Irreversible.  I even had poppers by my side, just like he did in the
movie. Poppers always make me feel so wanton.  Just totally abandoned to
the sexual urge.  I pounded her ass, drilling her into the mattress.  She
grunted and screamed simultaneously.  I was filling up her insides while
dropping all my weight onto her.  I tried to imagine what this pounding
felt like for her.  I wanted it to hurt.  I fucked her hard and fast.  God,
this was fun.

   I took more hits off my bottle of poppers, and then I decided she wasn't
in enough pain yet.  I pulled out and went over to the toolbox.  I got out
the coarse round file, and brought it back to where she lay.  I brought it
around in front of her face, so she could see and fear what was coming. 
Then I positioned it at her anus and teased her for a while.  She was
crazed, trying to move her ass out of the way, but I sat on her legs and
pressed one hand into the small of her back so she couldn't move.  With the
other hand, I pushed the file slowly into her rectum.  I didn't want to
kill her yet, so I tried to be gentle.  AIl I wanted to do was rip her
flesh open a little.  A couple of in and out thrusts, and blood started to
trickle out of her.  It was a pretty rough file, and she must have been
starting to shred pretty bad in there.

   I put the file away and got a condom on myself.  Then I took another hit
of poppers and got the salt shaker.  I smeared some of her blood on the
condom and then shook a bunch of salt onto my palm and spread it around on
the wet condom.

   She didn't know exactly what was coming next, but when I put the tip of
the salty condom against her anus, I immediately got the screams I was
looking for.  I took one last hit of poppers and rammed my dick in to the
hilt.  I ripped the gag off of her and grabbed her by the hair again,
pointing her face at the camera.  I wanted these screams captured in HD. 
And they were impressive.  Getting fucked in her bleeding ass by a fully
grown man, salt in the wound, so much deep stabbing pain with each thrust,
her voice lowered to some sort of animalistic howl that burst out of her
everytime I dropped my weight on her.

   God, it was beautiful.  My dick felt so good, sliding in and out of her
bunghole, being the instrument of her pain.  She was starting to pass out,
and I was ready to cum.

   "Take it you bitch," I screamed mindlessly.  "Take my fucking cum up
your asshole."

   I blew my load and collapsed on top of her.  She had stopped screaming
and seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness.  God, what a day.  I
hope this didn't kill her.  I had more in store for her tomorrow.

   After I left her, I started editing some of the video.  To create the
first package for sharing, I started with 25 seconds of her just laying
there raggedly breathing, freshly raped with the blood stain between her
legs.  Then I cut to 15 seconds of her face twisting in agony as I violated
her sore twat with my fingers.  Then just a quick shot of her with the ring
gag in her mouth, before I shat down her throat.  That was enough for now I
just wanted to give them a taste at first..

   I had to block out my own body parts on some of the shots.  The anal
rape was not going to be sharable, since I was too present in every frame.
No matter, I wanted some private treasures just for myself.

   When I was done editing, I put on rubber gloves and removed a brand new
digital media card from the package.  I copied the file to it and used a
binary editor to erase any digital watermarks, file properties, and camera
identifiers.  When done, I removed the card and put it into a brand new
envelope I got out of the box using the gloves.  These old school
procedures were tedious, but it was worth it.  Sharing online was just too
risky.  You never knew what the NSA was capable of.

   I mostly wanted to share the video with Elly's parents, in order to
extend my torture to them too.  I also wanted to taunt the police.  But I
didn't address the envelope to either of them, because I felt sure that
they would keep it a secret, and I wouldn't ever know what happened.  So
instead, I addressed the envelope to the attention of a crime reporter in
the city's largest newspaper.  I wrote Elly's name and address on a sticky
note, just to make the reporter's job a little easier.  And for a return
address on the envelope, I wrote just the code name I had picked for
myself: Teardrop.  I hoped the reporter would like it and publish it, and I
wondered how long it would take them to figure out its meaning.

   Welcome To My Rape Room Chapter 5 - Torture Day

   I was pretty proud of myself.  I had accomplished my snatch and all
three rapes in less than 48 hours.  Of course I could rape her many more
times, if I wanted.  I had fantasized about keeping a woman captive for a
long time, and raping her daily to see how demoralized she would become. 
But I didn't think I would do that with Elly.  Firstly, I didn't think
she'd survive much longer.  Second, this first girl I wanted to finish of
relatively quickly, to keep my risks and effort low while I was still
inexperienced.

   So on day three, I decided to make it a pure torture day.  This
increased the risk of killing her, but I figured it would be OK if she died
now, since I had accomplished all the important raping I had set out to do.

   I took my time waking up, bathing, and eating.  I did have a pretty bad
hangover, so it took two cups of coffee and a handful of bong hits before I
felt enough spring in my step to go down and beat the shit out of Elly.

   When I got down there, it was so cute to see her chained on her stomach,
with a trickle of blood dried on her asshole and legs.  The rest of her
skin was still totally flawless.  I would fix that soon enough.

   She was still unconscious when I came in the room, so I remained quiet
so I wouldn't wake her too soon.  I got the both cameras set up, the good
one behind her at standing eye level, and my phone in front, close to her
face.  I started recording and got out the computer power cord, the hard
round black plastic kind.  I doubled it up so both of the plug ends were in
my hand, and the loop was at the other end.  I bent the loop end on itself
so the whole thing would stay tight in a doubled-up fashion.

   Then, while she remained asleep, I approached her ass and took a huge
swing with the cord and whipped it down on her tiny little cheeks as hard
as I could.  That woke her up.

   "Good morning, Elly," I said, taking another whack on her ass.

   "Ahhhhhhhhh," she replied, in an anguished, hoarse voice.

   "Do you know what today is, Elly?"

   She didn't answer, as she seemed busy reacting to my moving the whipping
down to the backs of her thighs.  So I told her the answer.

   "Today's torture day." Whack.

   "Ahhhgggghhh!"

   I was getting good squirming to go along with the screaming when I
whipped the cord against her legs, so I kept at that for a while.  It was
fun to move it up and down her legs, since each new spot would be a fresh
surprise of pain for her.  It was also fun to keep whipping her in the same
spot over and over for a few minutes, because this way the pain would build
up to a more and more intense level, and the blood would begin to flow as
the skin got torn away.

   I stopped for a minute to catch my breath and admire the sight. 
Everything below her waist was covered with bright red welts, many of them
openly bleeding.  But her back for now was completely creamy and unbroken.
The contrast was beautiful.

   I removed my pants and swapped the cord for a flat paddle.  I sat on her
back facing her bloody ass and legs and rubbed my dick on her smooth skin.
I raised the paddle and brought it down hard on her ass.  Then again,
rubbing my dick on her back.  The new instrument didn't break the skin like
the cord did, but by the sound of it, this sensation was a fresh new pain
for Elly.

   I stood up and picked up the cord again, then started whipping her back.
I wanted every inch of her dorsal side covered in red and purple welts. 
She was so small, this really didn't take too long.  The whole whipping
session took less than 15 minutes, and she was starting to lose
consciousness by the time her whole back was marked up, so I stopped and
took a break.

   I decided some food might help her regain enough strength to remain
conscious while I tortured her, so I heated up some chicken soup.  I also
got a couple of beers for myself.  This gave me an idea, and I grabbed a
bottle of white wine too.

   When I got back down to the room, she was still out cold.  I untied her,
propped her up on some pillows, and splashed her face with water.  She came
to, and I gave her some of the water to drink.  When I offered her the
soup, she readily drank some down.  I guess she hadn't really had much to
eat in the last 48 hours.

   She wasn't very talkative, and seemed preoccupied by trying to find a
comfortable way to place weight on her back side.  She didn't seem to be
having much luck.

   I drank my beer, and showed her the wine bottle.

   "Do your parents drink wine, Elly?" I asked her.

   She didn't speak, but she nodded weakly.

   "Would you like to try some?"

   She still didn't speak, but just looked away.  I think she was starting
to figure out that whenever I asked her a question, it was bad news.

   "Well, I want you to try it," I said.  She didn't seem enthusiastic, so
I went on, "I'll tell you what.  I"ll let you decide how you're going to
take the wine.  One way is for you to drink it voluntarily.  This might be
a little hard, since you probably won't like the taste.  But you might like
it better than the other way, which is for me to pour it inside your
asshole.  Given how bloody your rectum is, I bet that will hurt."

   She continued to look sullen for a while, but then said, without
emotion, "I'll drink it."

   "Good girl."

   I opened the bottle and poured a tumbler full for her.  I handed it to
her, saying, "It's usually easier if you drink it fast."

   She took it and sniffed at it, crinkling up her nose.  But then she
drank it down like a trooper.  It took a few big swallows, but she got the
whole glass down without my having to threaten her anymore.

   "It might even make you feel good," I said helpfully.  "Do you remember
your mommy and daddy being happy after drinking wine?" For some reason,
this didn't cheer her up.  In fact, she started to sob.

   I downed the rest of my beer and lit up a joint.  I wasn't going to try
to get her to smoke, but I did exhale in her face.  She barely reacted. 
Yep, this girl was getting used up fast.

   I drank my second beer, while giving her some time to absorb the food
and wine.  I started babbling to her about my life, and how I needed to get
back to work soon.  She stared at me for a while, but didn't seem to be
really listening.  Then she started to get wobbly and fell down on the
mattress.  That's when I knew the alcohol was kicking in.

   I laid her flat on her back, sat on her legs and started punching her in
the stomach.  She puked after about ten whacks, but I kept going.  Then she
put up her arms to stop me, so I grabbed her hands.  I got a wonderful
idea, and started squeezing her hands in mine.  Hers were so tiny.  Her
fingers were like little twigs.  I wrapped my hands across hers, so I was
squeezing her knuckles and fingers together against each other.

   As I slowly squeezed harder, she first just started crying and whining.
She looked so pathetic, with her face all covered in barf.  I positioned
her to be sure the camera was getting a good shot of her face.  Then as I
started squeezing harder, her cries changed to screams.  When the popping
and cracking started, her screaming was high pitched and continuous.

   Finally, I let go, and her hands dropped down, useless and mangled.  I
resumed punching her in the stomach, and she didn't resist.  The grunting
and gagging was delicious, and I didn't stop until she was passed out
again.

   She was too easy to break.  I would have to slow down or she would be
dead soon.  I let her sleep for a while, and then I got the idea that we
could both use some stimulants.  I got some caffeine pills and crushed them
up.  I did some lines myself, and then woke her up.  I dissolved some
powder in water for her, and forced her to drink the bitter liquid.

   While the caffeine was kicking in, I strapped her head to the board
again and chained her up.  In addition to the caffeine, I had some ammonia
ampules to rouse her if she passed out again during the extreme stuff I had
in mind for the next round.

   I went into my implement supply and got out the turkey skewers.  These
are the little, sharp metal skewers you use to pin together the parts of
the turkey after you stuff it.  They have very sharp points, but are much
longer and stronger than a pin.

   I showed her the skewers and said, "Do you remember what day it is,
Elly?"

   She began to weep again.  I put in the ring gag and brought the first
skewer up to her face.  I was sitting on her chest with my pants off, so I
could rub my dick on her little flat tits while I taunted her with the
metal point and she cowered in fear.  I scraped the point along her cheeks
and neck, drawing little lines.  I did poppers and started cackling, which
really seemed to freak her out.  I wasn't even breaking her skin, but she
was really losing it from the fear.

   Then I poked the point straight into her cheek, and she yelped as best
she could through the ring gag.  I did that a few times, poking different
parts of her face.  Just when she seemed to be getting used to it, I would
find a new place to poke that would be surprisingly painful for her.  Under
her chin.  Into her lips.  All different parts of her ears.  Finally, I
pulled her lips away, and started poking the skewer point into her gums. 
This increased the pitch of the screams quite a bit, but I was just getting
started.  As I rubbed my dick against her chest and took a hit of poppers,
my pain lust increased.  Then I took the skewer and laid it flat along her
front teeth.  Then I slowly, very slowly, inserted the point of the skewer
between her teeth and gum.

   The screaming was really intense.  I took the camera in one hand to make
sure I was getting a good shot of her face from the front.  Then I kept
pushing the skewer up between her tooth and gum, farther than I thought it
could go.  Blood was flowing liberally now, and she was gurgling and
choking on it.

   I left that skewer in place and got another.  I started inserting the
second skewer along a different tooth, and she seemed to be surprised yet
again that her pain could actually increase beyond what it was already.

   Before I was done, half a dozen skewers were inserted in her gums, both
top and bottom, front and back.  I left them there and filmed her while she
cried and gurgled blood.  I took a hit of poppers and rubbed my dick on her
chest and neck.  Then I put the camera down.

   I lubed up my dick and started masturbating in earnest.  With the other
had, I punched her right in her skewered mouth.  She screamed, and I
punched her again.  She passed out.  I popped an ammonia ampule under her
nose, and she came to again.  I punched her again, and she was in agony. 
That was all I needed.  I shot a big load all over her bleeding mouth. 
Since I had orgamsed, I was feeling generous and I pulled out the skewers
and let her pass out.

   I took a long break that afternoon, and edited some more video.  I was
beginning to get a little melancholy, since I realized Elly was not going
to survive much longer.  In fact, I hoped she was still alive now, since I
had a good buzz on and wanted to get off more at her expense.

   When I went down, she was still unconscious, and it took two ammonias to
get her fully awake.  She seemed crazed, which was understandable,
considering how much pain her mouth and hands must be in, not to mention
all the drugs I had been feeding her.  Time to add a little more pain. 
Time to see how much pain the human body can actually withstand.  The
beauty is, pain itself is not actually fatal.  If I avoided damaging her
vital organs, she might be able to suffer quite a bit longer for me.

   I got out my next kitchen-related implement.  This was a meat tenderizer
mallet made of a single heavy piece of stainless steel.  The head of the
mallet was flat on one side for pounding cutlets flat, and covered in sharp
raised pyramids on the other side, for tenderizing tough steaks.  I put the
dildo gag in her mouth this time, because I was getting worried about the
screams.

   She was still tied down on her back, and I sat on top of her little
pussy this time, facing her feet, and rubbed my dick in her slit.  Then I
raised the mallet and whacked her hard in the kneecap with the flat side of
the device.  This did raise an impressive grunt.  I whacked her again,
hard, in the same kneecap.  Something inside her cracked loudly this time.
I did the same on the other side, once, twice, three times.

   She was beside herself with screaming, and squirming.  I smashed both of
her kneecaps into pulp with the bumpy side, and she passed out.  I popped
two ammonia ampules and stuffed them up her nostrils.  She awoke, eyes
flung open in alarm.

   I got off her, since she couldn't move now.  I realized she would never
again move under her own power.  I sat next to her and started just wailing
on her shins with the bumpy side of the mallet.  I hammered her shin bones
again and again until they were just a soft, bloody mess.  The sounds she
made during this process were impressive and bizarre.

   Then while I was down there, I gave her feet the same squeeze treatment
I had given her hands.  She passed out as soon as I started this, even with
the ammonia shoved up her nose.  I was left alone, and continued squeezing
her feet just to see when they would break, and what it would sound like.
Then I stopped, because there was nobody there to suffer for me.

   There was not much left to do with this girl.  I went upstairs, not even
bothering to restrain her.  I smoked a lot of pot, and drank some scotch. I
didn't think there would be much point to more torture, and I was getting
sad that my game was drawing to a close.

   Before going to bed, I went downstairs and managed to wake her one more
time.  I crawled between her legs and started raping her.  She was such a
mess, she didn't try to move or resist.  I held her arms down because I
wanted to, but there was really no point.  She was laying on her bloody,
ripped back.  He hands, legs and feet were crushed and ruined.  The fact
that her bloody cunt was being stretched open again was probably a minor
consideration.

   Nonetheless, I enjoyed masturbaing with her body, and felt myself
getting close to cumming.  To get one last rise out of her, I grabbed her
hands and squeezed.  She opened her mouth to scream, and I jammed my tongue
down her throat.  I thrust my dick inside her like a madman, and french
kissed her passionately, thrusting my tongue and dick in rhythm, tasting
her blood.  I squeezed her broken hands so she screamed in pain, her breath
rushing right into my mouth as I came inside her little pussy,

   Welcome To My Rape Room Chapter 6 - Elly Ever After

   After raping her at the end of Torture Day, I went to bed but couldn't
sleep.  I just kept wondering if she was dead yet.  For some reason, the
idea of a corpse in my basement wigged me out.  I really wasn't into the
whole murder thing at all and the thought of necrophilia was disgusting to
me (not to mention pointless).  I was only going to kill her to eliminate
the witness.  Well, that and it was a mercy killing.  I justified my
actions in part by thinking how temporary her suffering would be.  Once she
was dead, no memory of this ordeal would remain for her to suffer through.

   I felt like I just wanted to get it done and get her out of my life.  I
got out of bed and went downstairs to make the end-of-life preparations I
had planned.  The idea was that I had to take measures to erase physical
evidence on and in her body, and that these measures could double as the
method of her murder.  KIll two birds with one stone, as it were.  Start
the cleanup and torture her to death at the same time.

   I got out my special 12 quart stock pot with the handle and pouring
spout and put it on the stove.  I turned the heat on high and emptied the
jugs of vegetable oil into it.  While it was heating up, I filled the scrub
bucket with warm soapy water and brought it downstairs.

   Elly was unconscious, but luckily seemed to be still breathing.  I hoped
she would continue to suffer for me until her body was completely
destroyed. I got the steel wool pads and started cleaning her skin with the
soapy water.

   I imagine any little girl would find it painful to get scrubbed hard
with steel wool, but it was difficult to imagine how this felt for Elly,
who had dozens of broken bones and so many cuts.  She was clearly in agony,
but her vocalizations were getting disappointingly weak.  I left no part of
her body untouched.  I even spent extra time rubbing the steel wool over
certain parts of her body that caused her to wake up a little, like her
nipples, her face and neck, and especially her clit.  I was having so much
fun scouring her clit and jerking myself off, her clit was essentially
nonexistent before I realized it was gone.

   I went back upstairs to check on the oil.  It was clearly hot, since it
was smoking, but I splashed in a little water just to check.  It spattered
and popped impressively.  The last torture was ready.

   With some effort, I carried the pot of hot oil downstairs and set it
down near Elly.  I bent her over and tied her in position, and she barely
stirred.  When I was done, I stood up to admire my work.

   Only her head and shoulders were on the floor, since her hips were bent
completely so that her ankles and hands met.  All of her broken limbs were
tied to the posts so she couldn't squirm out of position.  Her crotch was
exposed on top, both assshole and pussy hole facing the sky.

   I got the final torture implement, the large metal funnel with the long,
articulated neck.  It could be bent into any position and would retain the
shape.  I decided to start with her cunt and jammed the neck of the funnel
into her.  I met some resistance, but kept pulling it out and ramming it
back in until it tore through enough flesh so the funnel could stand on its
own.  No need to worry about breaking her now.  She wouldn't be alive long
enough to bleed to death.

   Now all I was missing was my audience/victim.  She was moaning in pain
from the invasion of the funnel neck, but her eyes were closed and I felt
she was barely there.  I broke two ammonia ampules and jammed them in her
nostrils.  She stirred a little, but I still felt she was not paying enough
attention.

   I realized I had some piss in my bladder, and let this go into her face
and mouth.  Once she realized what I was doing, she actually opened her
eyes and glared at me while I used her mouth as a urinal.  Anger!  Great!
Anger was life force.  Something I could fight against.  It was time.

   I put on the potholders and grabbed the steaming stock pot.  I carefully
lifted it and poured the scalding oil into the mouth of the funnel.  When
the oil hit her cunt, the room filled with loud sizzling and popping, just
like when I splashed the water in the pot upstairs.  I poured until the
funnel backed up.  Elly had enough life force in her to scream.

   I knew I didn't have much time left, so I worked quickly.  I removed the
funnel from her cunt and jammed it into her anus.  There was more give in
this hole, and eight or ten inches easily went in and the funnel stood up
on its own.  I poured the boiling hot oil into her rectum until it
overflowed.

   Elly was now cooking from the inside, along with any DNA evidence I had
deposited into her.  The sizzling continued, and a fried chicken odor
started to fill the room Elly still had enough life force to scream, but it
was fading fast.  I wondered what it felt like to be cooked alive like
that.

   I removed the funnel from her ass and jammed it in her final orifice. 
It took some doing to get it down her throat, but the sharp metal seemed
effective enough at getting past whatever flesh or cartilage was in the
way. To my great surprise and delight, the funnel jammed down her throat
acted like a sort of megaphone, and a grotesque gurgling death song came
forth like some demonic trumpet.

   I pulled her eyelids open and looked into her dimming soul while her
sounds and smells filled the room.

   "Goodbye, Elly," I said, "thanks for a great time."

   She didn't react, seemingly wrapped up in her own world for some reason.

   I poured the rest of the oil into the funnel.  The sizzling renewed, and
a great choking, spluttering symphony arose from her frying guts.  Sadly,
it didn't last long.

   Once Elly was dead, the rest of the cleanup became a real chore. 
Luckily, the final torture had destroyed all the evidence, so all that
remained was to dispose of her body.  I got really, really stoned, and
drove her corpse out to one of the places I had picked out during my
girl-hunting trips in the country.

   Since it was still dark, I could haul her bagged corpse into the woods
without attracting any attention.  Her body easily fit into a backpack, so
I could hike cross country for a couple of hours to make sure I was in a
place no other human was likely to go.  As dawn's light broke, I found a
gully to dump her in.  I dropped a big rock on her so no animal could drag
the whole body away.  They would have to rip her apart, helping to speed
her transition into pieces too small to notice or identify.

   I was somber for a few days, mostly because the house felt lonely
without her.  I went back to work, but performed my duties in an even more
robotic fashion than usual.

   Only when I saw a news story about Ely did meaning come back into my
life.  The reporter I had sent the video to had apparently convinced Elly's
parents that making a video appeal to her captor might help secure her
release.  What suckers!  They were playing directly into my hands.

   I played the video on the newspaper's web site.  Watching Elly's Dad get
all macho and threatening to me just made me simultaneously angry and sad
about how pathetic he was.  Dude, don't you realize your threats cannot
possibly pose any danger to me?  They also interviewed a police detective
who stressed how dangerous, sick and depraved I was.  I was proud and
filled with joy.

   Finally, Elly's mother came on camera.  I paused the video, got some
lube and dropped my pants.  She was just as pretty as her daughter, and her
face was filled with pain, just like her daughter.  And I had put that pain
there, without even touching her.  I stroked myself hard and then resumed
the video while masturbating.

   "I would just like to say to Elly's captor," said her mom, looking
straight into my eyes, "please remember that Elly is someone's daughter. 
All we want is for you to return her to us so we can be a family again."

   Her husband put his arm around Elly's mom as she began to weep.  I
wanked my meat furiously, fucking them both from afar.

   Finally, Elly's' mom said the money shot line.  "Please, please stop
hurting our daughter." It was too perfect.  I downloaded the video and
edited that line into a loop .  Over and over again, Elly's mon wept while
her husband tried to console her.  "Please, please stop hurting our
daughter." I imagined all the rape and torture they didn't even know about
yet.  I would have many more videos to share with them.  Elly may be dead,
but they didn't need to know that.  I could keep sending out videos slowly,
making them think she was still alive, extending the torture to Elly's
family, and milking it for weeks, maybe months.  "Please, please stop
hurting our daughter." It was too much.  I stood up and shot a huge load of
juzz all over her face while she cried.

   I was looking forward to a long, fulfilling relationship with Elly's
mom. "Welcome to my rape room, bitch."