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Way back then!

The girl had no idea how long I'd been watching her; the 
bus journey was only half an hour duration but I'd been 
keeping her under surveillance for nearly two months 
now, discretely of course. Some days I would be on the 
bus, others I wouldn't. Some days I would park my car 
near the stop she got off at just to observe her 
routine. 

I knew she was called Jessica and that she stayed on the 
bus for 2 more stops after her friends had got off and 
when she got off she walked the mile or so to her house 
on her own. I imagine her mother had wanted to meet her 
at the bus-stop but Jessica doubtless insisted that she 
wasn't a child and didn't need mummy to hold her hand.

I smiled inwardly at this scene; sure, she wasn't a 
child but she wasn't an adult either. I guessed she was 
14 probably which suited me down to the ground as that's 
the age I like them. I cast a furtive glance at her - 
she was too engrossed on her mobile to notice - in her 
school uniform (or what passes for it these days) she 
was jiggling her legs about as she texted someone so 
that brief flashes of her thighs under her grey pleated 
skirt were offered to me totally innocently.

"Little tart," I thought, although the rhythmic movement 
of her legs was definitely turning me on and for a split 
second I thought about executing my plan that day but 
rapidly resolved to stick to my original idea and take 
her in a few weeks time. I could wait; Hell, you had to 
be so careful in the current climate, plus all the girls 
had mobile phones that one false move could see you end 
up not only in jail but all over the national papers: 
and I don't care what people say about no publicity 
being bad publicity, no one needs that.

It's not like the good old days when I first got 
involved with under-age girls, back then in the early 
80's it was like picking apples from a tree. Still, a 
couple of things were in my favour, firstly I was 
planning this down to the smallest detail (I wasn't 
getting any younger and this girl would be my sex-slave 
for years to come in only a matter of weeks), and 
secondly kids are told to be alert to strange men, but 
never strange women; it's almost as if the idea of a 
lesbian sexual molester doesn't exist.

Did I not mention I'm a woman? The names Susan, I'm now 
in my late 50's but have been sexually abusing young 
girls since I was not much older than them. As I said 
back in the good old days it was easy; most of the time 
the girls were literally there to be had (if you knew 
where to look) and it was safe - well for us anyway, 
nowadays most of those avenues are closed off so you 
have go hunting and that can be very risky when your 
prey is aged under 16. I sighed wistfully as I 
remembered those halcyon days and Jessica looked up from 
her phone, her blue eyes watching me from under her 
light-ginger hair. Luckily I was gazing out of the 
window as I sighed so she had no reason to wonder at my 
suddenly odd behaviour, but I realised I'd made a 
mistake and shouldn't have drawn her attention to a 
smartly-dressed middle aged woman who otherwise she'd 
not have noticed at all.

I kept staring out of the window as we approached her 
stop and after she got off I watched her to make sure 
her routine was still the same; it was. She wandered off 
alone down a road that I knew from my many scouting 
missions was ideal for my plan.

As the bus chugged off again I knew I had about a 20 
minute journey to the stop where I'd left my car, I 
leant my head back against the seat and thought about 
where it had all began, and how I'd ended up here 
planning the abduction and sexual enslavement of a 14 
year old school girl.

Her light ginger hair and her quizzical look as I sighed 
had given me a sense of déjà vu, the very first girl I'd 
abused had been almost identical (and since then I'd 
always had a bit of a weakness for gingers) and I 
inwardly smiled at the neat symmetry of my first and 
last victims being so identical. But I knew, of course, 
that Jessica wouldn't be my last victim: there would 
always be opportunities for a predator like myself.

The late afternoon spring sunshine had a mellowing 
effect on me and I closed my eyes briefly as my mind 
began to recall how I'd started on what some would 
doubtless call a road to depravity, but I prefer to call 
a stairway to a very dark Heaven.

I knew right from when I was an adolescent that I was a 
lesbian, I had so many crushes on girls and teachers at 
school that I simply lost count, although the teachers 
were out of reach (and very probably not interested) I 
did have some sexual encounters with some of the girls. 
Only very brief encounters, I guess nowadays they'd just 
be dismissed as sexual experimentation but in the UK of 
the late 70's (let alone the Wales of the late 70's) 
they had a thrill about them that went beyond sexual 
enjoyment and into the land of fear and shame. Britain 
back then, it's important to remember, was not so 
tolerant as it claims to be today and there weren't the 
support groups available then as now. My parents were 
very much from Dylan Thomas' world of 'Bible Black' 
Wales so any sort of attempt to tell them how I felt was 
simply never an option. Knowing that a huge 
confrontation with my parents was inevitable I lost no 
time in moving out as soon as I'd left school and got a 
job; my place wasn't brilliant - just a bed-sit really - 
but it was mine and I was now free to be myself. Looking 
back now I do wonder if my parents simply couldn't 
comprehend that their little girl was a lesbian because 
of their strict, almost fundamentalist, background, or 
whether they knew it but simply loved me too much to 
condemn me; the clues were all there: I had no boy-
friends, showed no real interest in boys, and only got 
animated when talking about female friends of mine I had 
secret crushes on. I guess I'll never know for sure now 
as they're both sadly gone from this vale of tears.

So there I was, aged 19 in my own flat (ok, bed-sit), 
earning enough to get by and enjoying the thrill of 
being able to pick up girls and sleep with them almost 
at will; I'd found a lesbian club to hang out at and it 
was there that I met the 2 women who would change my 
life completely.

I should probably stress at this point that up until I 
met these 2 women my sexual interests were absolutely 
'mainstream'; I certainly wasn't a sub, but I was 
equally not a dome in the sense that dominating my 
partners wasn't an issue, but it was becoming 
increasingly clear to me that I felt the need to be in 
control of things.

As I said, it was at the lesbian club that I met these 2 
women, the first was Amanda. She was 1 year older than 
me, a very fit body but with a rather plain, almost 
hawkish face. Amanda was probably the most highly sexed 
person I've ever known; she once told me she was bi-
sexual simply because it doubled her chances, although 
that was a flippant remark, it did hide a very dark 
truth about her in that she would hunt anyone if she 
could get a sexual thrill out of them.

She was also the most amazing person I'd ever met and we 
became very close friends right from our first 
encounter, very intelligent and very funny too (she used 
to call me "Suzy" knowing it really annoyed me but she 
did it in such a laid-back way that I could never really 
get that annoyed).

We slept together a few times but could never have made 
it last as a relationship as neither of us was willing 
to let the other take the upper hand in our lives, so we 
just kept it as a bit of a drunken treat when we'd both 
struck-out on our nights on the prowl.

However as much as I loved Amanda (and still do, to be 
honest), it wasn't actually her who changed my life as 
much as the woman she introduced me to one night in 
particular.

It was a typical mid-winter evening in Cardiff, which 
meant it was raining heavily and me and my date (well, 
the girl I'd picked up in a pub) for the night were 
dodging from pub to pub out of the rain on the way to 
the lesbian club; my date was only 17 and I wasn't 
totally sure she was gay but she must have seen I was 
putting out and that hadn't scared her off, so my plan 
was to get her to the club, overwhelm her, so to speak, 
in a blatantly lesbian setting before sweeping her off 
to my lair. 

So we got to the club and to my disbelief the Bouncers  
were checking for I.D. , I had my driving license which 
proved my age but my date had nothing like that and none 
of my increasingly emotional entreaties could alter 
their stony-faced jobs worth attitudes. My girl looked 
at me, smiled weakly and said she ought to go, as she 
turned to go I was torn between following her to an 
uncertain evening's conclusion or whether to go inside 
the club for an almost guaranteed pull. Painfully I 
watched her go, she was very pretty and if she'd looked 
back just once I almost certainly would have followed 
her. But she didn't, and as I watched her walk off in 
the rain I decided to go inside. (While muttering 
"Bastards" at the Bouncers on the door.)

Inside I got a drink from the bar, glanced around and 
saw Amanda and another woman I recognised but didn't 
actually know sitting at a table in the corner. I made a 
bee-line in their direction and slumped down on a chair, 
not really caring if they were in the depths of a 
serious conversation or not. I'd seen the woman before 
but had just assumed she was one of Amanda's many 
conquests, she was clearly in her 30's but slightly 
plumpish and her face was very severe. I felt no 
attraction towards older women but Amanda was the most 
highly sexed person I'd ever known so wasn't surprised 
that she might be interested in this woman.

As I settled in the chair Amanda cracked a smile in my 
direction.

"Hi Suzy, what's up?"

I was so pissed off at my date disaster, that I didn't 
even get annoyed by her use of the name I didn't like.

"Bastard bouncers wouldn't let my girl in"

"Why not?"

"Too young."

"Too young? Hell, Suze, how young was she?"

"17, it's old enough, but not to get in here. God, I'm 
pissed off."

Amanda looked slyly at me. "How young do you like them, 
Suzy?"

I wasn't really concentrating at this point so I just 
mumbled my reply.

"Don't really care; I'm just really horny tonight."

Amanda flashed her friend a look. "Ruthy, reckon you can 
find one for Suzy here?"

Ruth, in an icy, cutting voice, answered the question 
with a question. "Do you trust her?"

Amanda nodded "Suze? Yea, I love her to death, and trust 
her further." I actually blushed slightly at this 
testament.

Ruth shrugged at this endorsement and blandly replied 
"OK, that's not a problem."

"So, Suzy" Amanda carried on, "want to go to a party 
tonight?"

My interest was roused now, "Will there be girls there?" 

Amanda laughed softly. "It's girls only, you're 
guaranteed to score."

Totally missing the implications of this, I immediately 
forgot my lost date and announced I was up for it. 
"Count me in, where's it at?"

"Ruthy's place, it starts in about half an hour, doesn't 
it Ruthy?"

Ruth nodded, knocked back the remaining wine in her 
glass (from her slightly glazed expression I guessed it 
wasn't her only one) and announced she was off to powder 
her nose and we'd go when she got back.

Amanda watched her go, and then leant over and grasped 
my hand, her voice dropped to an almost whisper. "Suzy, 
listen, this isn't quite a normal party. Ruth runs a 
Girl's Council Home, we're going to party with some of 
the girls, is that ok?"

I was slightly dumbstruck by this. "How old are they? 
I'm not into kids." My voice spluttered with outrage.

Amanda laughed. "Don't worry, they're not kids, they're 
teenagers just a few years younger than us. Plus they're 
definitely up for it."

I was still not quite convinced. "What? Really up for 
it?" I wasn't so naïve as to not understand what was 
really being offered here, but the idea was developing a 
rather dark attraction.

Amanda shrugged, "Yea, well, let's just say they won't 
refuse. Don't screw this up, Suzy. Either come with us 
or stay here, don't chicken out once we're there."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth returning from 
the Ladies; in a split second I made a choice that 
changed my life forever. "OK, Amanda, I'm in." 

15 minutes later we were in Amanda's car on our way to 
Ruth's place; there was no real conversation: Ruth was 
clearly quite drunk, Amanda was strangely nervous and I 
was part excited and part apprehensive. Before the 
silence became oppressive we drove through a pair of 
wrought-iron gates and pulled up before a typically grim 
looking Victorian institution.

Ruth led us to her living quarters and left us her 
lounge while she disappeared through one of the doors. 
Amanda sensed my nervousness and gave me a reassuring 
wink. "Relax, Suzy, you'll love it."

The door re-opened and Ruth entered leading 3 sleepy 
girls behind her, they were aged about 13 or 14 and had 
clearly just been woken up as they were still in their 
various nightwear.

As I've already said I had previously had no interest in 
underage girls, but seeing these 3 standing nervously 
self-conscious in front us in their skimpy clothes 
started a deliciously wicked feeling in my pussy.

Ruth directed one of the girls, a dark haired little 
thing towards Amanda who flashed her a wicked smile of 
recognition. "Hello again, Wendy, I was hoping it would 
be you." She took Wendy by the hand and led her to an 
arm chair, and sitting down pulled the reluctant 
youngster onto her lap, I gazed transfixed as Amanda 
gripped the girl's hair so tightly she actually yelped 
before Amanda clamped her mouth onto the girls.

"Susan," Ruth's voice broke my reverie. "This is 
Sophie." A clearly scared ginger haired girl was pushed 
in my direction. The look of fear in her eyes connected 
directly to my pussy; something deep, dark and life-
changing was starting to form inside of me. Feeling 
light headed I took the girl's hand and led her to the 
sofa and sat her down next to me. I barely noticed Ruth 
taking the last girl to her own bedroom; I was now 
concentrating on my prey.

Sophie was a bit of a waif, her light ginger hair framed 
a fairly pretty face with a faint covering of freckles, 
her glasses gave her a slightly nerdy look and she 
fidgeted slightly nervously as I sat down next to her 
and she tugged at the hem of her thin light-blue cotton 
nightie trying to pull it down towards her knees.

The realisation that this girl was entirely at my mercy 
and I could do anything I liked to her was setting my 
whole body on fire, I moved closer to her and slid one 
arm round her shoulders and with my other hand reached 
up to remove her glasses. As my fingers grasped the 
frame she instinctively flinched and raised her hand in 
protest, without hesitation I slapped her hand away and 
an expression of utter terror spread over her face.

That was the moment my life, and my whole sexual drive, 
changed forever. My pussy felt as if it was squeezing 
pumpkin seeds as I realised that the feeling of total 
domination over this under-age girl was the biggest turn 
on I'd ever experienced. I glanced over at Amanda to 
reassure her I was getting into it, but she was too busy 
with Wendy to notice me and Sophie. She still had a grip 
on Wendy's hair and was pulling it hard enough to make 
the girl's face contort with pain. Her other hand was 
down the back of the young girl's pyjamas moving 
rapidly.

Turning back to Sophie I removed her glasses without any 
objection and tossed them onto the floor then started to 
slide my hand under her nightie until my fingers were 
resting on her panties. She tried to squirm away from me 
but I held her tightly by her shoulder and began to 
press the fabric into her pussy, I leant my body weight 
against her so I could start to pull her nightie up with 
my free hand.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Amanda leading a 
sobbing Wendy into Ruth's bedroom presumably for a 
foursome. I was quite happy to be left alone with Sophie 
and now I pushed her flat onto the sofa and positioned 
myself over her, I slapped her face gently to remind her 
that I was in total control (not that she needed much 
reminding), then rapidly pulled her nightie up and off 
her, she gave a very brief scream as it was removed her 
leaving her in just her knickers.

The sheer thrill of having a virtually naked 13 or 14 
year old girl under me was making my pussy ooze, and I 
wanted to feel the added thrill of feeling my body on 
hers; getting off the sofa I undressed as fast as I'd 
ever done before almost ripping her knickers off before 
lying back on top of her. To feel her slight, terrified 
frame under me, to run my hands over her soft skin was 
heaven, and I could feel my pussy leaking onto her leg 
as I rubbed against her thigh. I lifted myself slightly 
to stroke her small breasts, then a strange thing 
happened, a totally unknown side of me came out: a 
sadistic side. I took one of her nipples between my 
fingers and thumb and twisted it sharply; Sophie gave a 
scream of pain, so I covered her mouth with my other 
hand and went on twisting and pinching her breasts 
loving the muffled shrieks each piece of abuse produced.

I uncovered her mouth allowing her to breathe as I 
kissed her face and neck frenziedly, licking the salty 
tears from her face, but my sadistic side, once 
unleashed, could never be restrained. I began to pinch 
and slap her body, gripping her hair I pulled her up and 
forced her onto her stomach. I started to slap her cute 
bottom, her pale flesh rapidly turned red and I even 
managed to leave a hand print on one of her cheeks, then 
as she wailed helplessly I lay back on top of her and 
pushed my hand between her legs, forcing my fingers 
between her pussy lips and into her tight pussy, I 
pressed my thumb against her anus, rubbing it roughly as 
I spread my fingers inside her pussy.

Her cries were now distinctly of pain now and I pressed 
my other hand over her mouth again to stifle them. I 
realised that actually hearing her cries of distress was 
part of my erotic experience but knew that it wasn't 
good if other people could hear them. There were a lot 
of girls I abused in those early years who could only 
scream into whatever gag I'd forced into their mouths; 
it was only when I got my old farmhouse in the middle of 
nowhere that I could let the girls scream as much as 
they needed to.

My pussy was on fire now and I needed some release; I 
pulled my hand out from her pussy and stood up and 
dragged the crying girl onto the floor, making her kneel 
in front of the sofa. I sat down and spread my legs 
before grabbing her hair and forcing her face into my 
pussy.

She didn't actually lick me, but she didn't need to. I 
clamped my thighs either side of her face and ground my 
pussy against her face, with one hand I stroked my 
nipples as I felt her head move as I gyrated my hips 
against it.

Then I came. It was the biggest orgasm I think I'd ever 
experienced and it almost made me pass out, I gasped for 
air and my hands clutched at the cushions of the sofa 
and my legs exerted an almost crushing pressure on 
Sophie's trapped head.

I slowly came down; my legs released Sophie's head 
allowing the girl to fall sobbing to the floor as I 
slumped back on the sofa, my head spinning. I looked 
down at the abused crying girl, but felt no pity; just a 
tremendous sense of power; I had used a young girl for 
my own sexual satisfaction and it felt fantastic.

A post-orgasmic wave of fatigue began to creep over me 
and I stood up and gripped Sophie under her arms making 
her cry in fear again and try to crawl away but I easily 
subdued her and pushed her onto the sofa and lay behind 
her my arms wrapped tightly around her as I dozed off.

I doubt whether she slept, but I did for about 2 hours 
before waking not slightly sure where I was, then it all 
came back to me and my fingers were off again pushing 
into Sophie's pussy and frigging her until she cried, 
before I dozed off again.

I was woken later by Amanda shaking my shoulder. "Suzy, 
honey, time to get up." She seemed totally unfazed by 
the whole night, but she had done this before. I on the 
other hand was suddenly flustered about being found 
naked and asleep with a 13 year old girl showing signs 
of distress.

I glanced at the other 2 girls who were staring blankly 
at the ground with red, tear-filled eyes and guessed I 
wasn't the only sadist in the room. Ruth, dressed in 
just a bath-robe, supervised the girl's dressing before 
taking them back off to their beds.

Still feeling self-conscious (but not in any way guilty) 
I looked around for my clothes and started dressing. 
"What time is it?" I mumbled as I hooked my bra.

"Half-four." Amanda replied blatantly eyeing me up. 
"Ruth likes to get the girls back to their rooms before 
any of the day-staff arrive" she explained further 
clearly knowing what my next question would be.

I'd finished dressing in a matter of minutes but Amanda 
wanted to wait for Ruth to return before we left. 5 
minutes later Ruth re-entered the room smiling broadly.

"Well, Susan, did you have a good time?" were her 
opening words although the equally wide grin on my face 
made the whole question unnecessary.

"That was probably the greatest night of my life; I 
can't begin to thank you enough."

"Anytime you want to come back just give me a call, 
you've got my number haven't you Amanda?"

Amanda nodded, and then announced we'd have to be going 
at which Ruth nodded and walked us to the door; she gave 
us both a long lingering kiss as she saw us out.

It was early Saturday morning now and as neither of us 
had work till Monday Amanda drove about aimlessly for a 
bit until we were on the hills overlooking Cardiff, she 
parked up and we sat in silence for a bit. She broke the 
silence first.

"Was that amazing or what?"

I laughed as I replied "I've never felt hornier in my 
life, I gave that girl a real hard time, but it was so 
sexy."

"Yea, we could hear some of her screams from Ruth's 
bedroom, I'm a bit surprised you didn't hear the noises 
our two were making."

I shook my head. "No, I was probably too distracted."

"It got quite noisy, we really raped them. Ruth had a 
couple of strap-on's and I fucked little Wendy up her 
arse, it was fantastic."

Amanda's use of the word 'rape' brought me face to face 
with an unpleasant fact; I had actually 'raped' Sophie 
and that, along with the fact she was under-age, meant I 
was theoretically a criminal. I began to get a bit 
nervous.

"Amanda, you don't think we'll get in trouble for this, 
do you?"

She shook her head. "No one cares about kids in Homes, 
Ruth has been doing this for years and even after the 
girls leave nothing happens; no-one's interested she 
says. What would happen if men got involved and any of 
the girls' got pregnant would be a much stickier 
situation. You're not getting an attack of conscience 
are you?"

I shook my head "Far from it; I want to do it again and 
again. It's just you have to admit, there is an element 
of risk involved."

Amanda chuckled "That's part of the thrill, honey"

I knew she was right, and I also knew I would return 
again and again like a moth to a flame.

I spent the best part of the next week in turmoil, I 
couldn't forget the biggest sexual thrill of my life, 
nor could I forget the danger involved. It dawned on me 
that the risk was inherent in the situation; because the 
girls were always available they were also always 
available to spill the beans, and if the Police did get 
involved it wouldn't take very long for everything to 
unravel.

The solution, it seemed to me, was to have no traceable 
contact with the girls; in other words I'd have to 
engineer situations. The biggest problem would be where 
I could take my prey; clearly I couldn't take them to my 
flat and given the fact they would be under-age they 
would still be living with their parents. This would 
take some solving, but solve it I was determined to do.

In the meantime life went on, but it changed subtly. In 
the weeks following my rape of Sophie I had a couple of 
casual one-night stands with girls my own age but they 
didn't do it for me as they had in the past, also I 
became aware that I was noticing young teenage girls 
more and more, but not only noticing them but having 
dark fantasies about what I'd do to them if I had them 
bound and gagged and at my mercy.

Almost like a sleep-walker I went along with my new 
feelings, feeling no shame as I lay in my bed fingering 
myself as I pictured my abduction and restraining of a 
struggling school-girl. That, I guess was harmless 
enough, but I also began to spend a lot of time actually 
planning these abductions.

Amanda's revelation that she'd sodomised little Wendy 
with a strap-on had inflamed my imagination, (and given 
me enough wanking material for a week) and I knew I'd 
have to get one of them.

In the days before the Internet getting hold of stuff 
like that and various restraints and gags was not easy 
unless you lived in Amsterdam or Hamburg (and getting 
the stuff back through Customs might prove very 
embarrassing), there was a sex-shop in Cardiff but it 
only sold mags and films, but one of the mags had an 
advert for a shop in London that sold everything a 
sexual pervert could fantasise about. The prices were a 
bit shocking, but again that was before the Internet 
became the great leveller.

I thought of using their mail-order option but realised 
that I'd need to actually see the items before I could 
make a choice, so a trip to London suddenly became a 
necessity. I asked Amanda if she fancied a weekend in 
London, but she declined as she had other plans for 
those dates (I found out later just how depraved these 
other plans were), so I resolved to go on my own.

I didn't book a hotel in advance; this was pretty risky 
really but I guessed that there would be at least one 
room available somewhere, luckily I was absolutely right 
about this.

The train journey to Paddington was uneventful, but once 
there everything seemed to fall into place. As I walked 
out of the station in the late afternoon sunshine I 
couldn't help noticing (as I was doing more and more) 
teenage girls almost everywhere, most were with their 
families or friends so were untouchable, but here and 
there were solitary girls clearly aged under 16 looking 
dishevelled and tired. It took me a few minutes to work 
out who they were until I saw one of them approach a 
commuter and ask for money. My guess she was a homeless 
runaway who'd found that London was not paved with gold 
after all.

A wicked plan formed in my head in a matter of seconds 
and quickened my step as I went to find a hotel. There 
was a suitable one just a few streets from the hotel and 
I booked a room for 2 nights; given my thoroughly 
depraved plan I used a false name and address to 
register, the disinterested receptionist didn't even 
glance at it as she gave me my room key and left me to 
carry my own bag upstairs. The speed with which she 
disappeared into the back-room suggested I wouldn't be 
under very strict supervision during my stay. Suited me 
just fine.

My room wasn't brilliant, but it wasn't crap either and 
I lay on the bed and refined my plan and in particular 
how to keep myself as inconspicuous as possible; I'd 
made sure I hadn't signed up for breakfast as a starter, 
basically I didn't want anyone to be able to remember me 
in any way.
That evening I slipped out for a quick bite to eat in a 
restaurant near the station which allowed me to keep an 
eye on my prospective targets; they were still there 
dotted around the station environs like little sparrows. 
Little sparrows, yes, I liked that name.

However I noticed that these birds of a feather they 
didn't flock together and this would make my plan a 
whole lot easier. One girl in particular caught my eye, 
she was pale and gaunt but still pretty despite her 
unwashed state although it was impossible to say what 
sort of body she had under the heap of shapeless clothes 
she had on but if my plan came off I was sure she'd 
scrub up well.

She was sitting against the long side wall of the 
station, her arms clasped around her hunched up knees 
and she was as much a picture of misery as it would be 
possible to get. During the time it took for my meal to 
arrive and for me to eat it I decided that if all went 
to plan she would be my victim. Once I'd settled the 
bill I left the restaurant and went over to her to lay a 
marker so to speak, as I approached her she looked up at 
me with dull apprehensive eyes, I smiled back at her to 
try and calm any fears and brandished a few Pound notes.

"You look like you could use these." I smiled as I 
pressed the money into her hand.

She looked totally shocked and could barely mumble her 
thanks although she clearly had a soft West Country 
accent, I wanted her to remember me though so I lingered 
for a bit asking if she was ok etc (also it gave me a 
chance to check her out further; she was actually a very 
pretty little thing under all the grime and if she was 
still about in 24 hours time she would be mine.

Once I was sure she would remember me I wished her well 
and returned to my hotel, to my satisfaction the 
receptionist was lurking in the back room watching her 
TV so I was virtually invisible.

I had to almost force myself to sleep that night as the 
full enormity of my plan fleshed out in my mind, there 
were risks certainly, but every worthwhile thing in life 
had risks attached so I would just have to live with it.

*

The next morning I slept in until about 11 then went off 
into central London to get my 'toys'; finding the actual 
shop was slightly harder than I'd anticipated as no 
street numbers in London seem to run in a logical 
fashion, but in the end I found the place cunningly 
disguised as an ordinary house. 

Once inside, though, it was anything but ordinary: racks 
and shelves crammed with virtually every sexual device 
it was possible to imagine (and quite a few it was 
impossible to imagine), the man behind the counter 
seemed slightly surprised to see a woman taking such a 
keen interest in his wares but as money is the universal 
language of us all he simply went back to reading his 
paper.

I was, in truth, like a kid in a sweetshop as I browsed 
the assorted cuffs, gags, masks and phallic substitutes. 
I cursed myself for not thinking things through more 
when I saw spreader-bars for the first time; how much 
fun I could have with something like that attached to a 
young girl's ankles but I could hardly carry it through 
the streets discreetly. It would have to wait. The hand-
cuffs were a different matter; I went for a few 
different pairs which closed as small as possible 
(little girls have little wrists of course) and a couple 
of ball-gags (the bright red of the ball against the 
black leather appealed to me). 

I don't know why I bought two of them, I guess that 
somewhere deep inside I was already dreaming of raping 
two girls at the same time. The strap-on did actually 
require a bit of thought; the biggest wouldn't 
necessarily be the best, after all I was intending to 
use if on girls not fully grown so size really would 
matter and in the end I chose a reasonably thin 8" one; 
big enough to let them know they'd been fucked I 
reasoned.

The man behind the counter's eyes bulged as he totted up 
my purchases, and they almost came out on stalks when I 
impulsively added a tube of lube to my basket. I was 
expecting some sort of smart-arse witticism from him but 
I guess he knew that if he was selling this sort of 
stuff he couldn't be too judgmental if people bought 
them.

I was aching to get back to the hotel to examine my 
goodies but made one quick stop in a department store in 
the West End to buy a large carving knife. Now I was all 
set.

Back in my room I practiced opening and closing the 
hand-cuffs, familiarising myself with their use and 
making sure that when I used them I could do so as 
quickly as possible. I did the same with the ball-gags; 
I'd realised that keeping the little bitch quiet would 
be paramount and this would mean that I'd be unable to 
make her use her tongue on me but then I did have a 
strap-on to use on her and I wasted no time in getting 
naked to try it on; it was a cinch to fit and I stood in 
front of the mirror admiring myself for some time, 
getting hornier by the minute. Everything was ready, now 
it was just a matter of waiting.

Somehow I managed to doze off for a few hours although 
my stomach was churning in anticipation of what I was 
going to do. About 7 in the evening I got myself 
together and went in search of my 'little sparrow'.

The girl I'd given the money to the night before was 
back in the same place and she looked blankly at me as I 
approached, then smiled slightly as she remembered me. I 
sensed this would be easy.

"Hi again," I began "Haven't you got a home to go to?"

She shook her head sadly "Ran away."

I faked concern. "That's too bad, look, I hate to see a 
kid in distress, do you want to come for a meal?"

She looked at me suspiciously, I'd expected that but was 
banking on the fact I was a woman would overcome her 
doubts, and it did as the prospect of a free meal won 
her over. "Ok, but nothing else, yea?"

I feigned ignorance of what she was hinting at. "It's 
just a meal; you look like you could use it."

"Yea, I am pretty hungry." She stood up and followed a 
few steps behind me as I walked down the street. The 
next thing was going to be the trickiest. I turned my 
head as I walked.

"Look, I'm staying in a hotel just down there, do you 
want to go and have a bath before we eat?" (This was a 
genuine request on my part; if I was going to get up 
close and personal with her I wanted her clean and 
fresh.)

I knew this would probably get her alarm bells ringing. 
"Are you trying to pick me up?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you a lesbian trying to pick me up?"

I decided to answer this with an ultimatum, I tried to 
sound indignant and angry at the same time "I'm not a 
lesbian, and even if I was I'd hardly be into girls as 
young as you. I'm just trying to help you out but if you 
don't want to be helped then we'll just forget it." I 
turned to walk off hoping she would take the bait. 

She did. "No, wait, I'm sorry, it's just you never know 
who you can trust out here. A bath sounds great."

She caught me up and became over chatty to try and make 
amends for upsetting me, she told me her name was Emma 
and she claimed to be 16. When I raised an eyebrow at 
this she just shrugged, at a guess I'd say she was 14 at 
most.

As usual the hotel reception was deserted and I had no 
problem in getting Emma into my room unobserved. My God, 
I thought, was it really this easy to abduct someone?

I handed Emma my bath-robe and pointed her in the 
direction of the bathroom, I heard her lock the door 
(she really didn't trust me I smiled) and as the taps 
were running I slipped the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the 
outside of the room door and turned the key in the lock. 
I hid the hand-cuffs, ball-gag and knife under one of 
the pillows and sat on the bed, now it was just a matter 
of waiting.

Emma certainly took her time in the bath, which was 
understandable as she probably hadn't had one in ages 
and to have her so close was a terrible form of agony. I 
was hoping she'd come out in my bathrobe as that would 
be easier to remove than her clothes but nothing would 
be a major problem.

After what seemed an eternity I heard the lock turn and 
the door opened, I tried to act nonchalant but my eyes 
must have betrayed my sense of excitement as I noticed 
she was clad only in a towel.

"Thanks for that," Emma said, totally ignoring my lust-
filled eyes. "Is there a hairdryer here at all?"

I nodded in the direction of the dressing table and as 
she passed me I slid my hand under the pillow for the 
knife. Then I pounced.

I stood up and with one step was right behind her; I 
clamped one hand over her mouth and waved the knife in 
front of her face before pressing it lightly against her 
throat.

"Do exactly as I say and you won't get hurt, 
understand?"

She nodded and in the dressing table mirror I could see 
her eyes bulging in terror, I stepped backwards towards 
the bed pulling the scared girl with me, then, turning 
sideways I pushed her, face down on the bed and pinned 
her with my weight.

"One sound from you, and you're dead," It was an empty 
threat but she wasn't to know that. I lifted myself 
slightly off her. "Put your hands behind your back."

As she did so I grabbed the first pair of cuffs and 
clicked them onto her wrists.

"What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me."

I pulled her hair sharply. "I said no talking." Then I 
reached for the ball-gag and shoved it into her mouth, 
fastening it tightly behind her head before taking the 
last pair of cuffs and using them to bind her ankles 
together.

Now for the unwrapping, I thought, and gripping the 
towel I pulled it from her rolling her onto her side as 
I ripped it from her. I purred inwardly as I finally saw 
her fully naked, her breasts were pretty large for her 
age and there was a delightfully faint fuzz of pubic 
hair around her small pussy.

Her fear had now changed into impotent defiance and even 
though she was gagged I could tell she was making all 
sorts of threats against me. I decided a bit of 
psychological warfare was called for to enable me to 
reassert my dominance in the situation.

I picked up the knife and ran the blade lightly over her 
flat stomach, she tensed as the cold tip traced a 
pattern on her skin, she also shut-up very rapidly and 
the anger in her eyes was suddenly replaced by a more 
appealing (to me anyway) look of fear.

"I love to cut young little things like you," I murmured 
as I pressed the flat of the knife against her skin, "So 
are you going to be a good little girl and stay quiet?"

She whimpered her agreement, but the thrill I'd got from 
threatening her was so great that I continued to draw 
the knife over her bound body while at the same time I 
unbuttoned my jeans and started to play with my pussy 
with my free hand.

Now my lust started to take me over, I dropped the knife 
on the floor and let my hands roam all over Emma's 
captive young body, pushing and pulling her in different 
directions, rolling her onto her back and then onto her 
front, squeezing, pinching and slapping her pale, white 
skin which soon showed the red marks of the abuse I was 
inflicting on her. She was my 14 year old play-thing and 
I had all night to do any depraved act I could think 
off, and I could already think of quite a few.

First, though I needed to get naked but that took only 
seconds before I pressed my naked body against hers, she 
flinched and squirmed as I held her in a crushing 
embrace, loving the feeling of my breasts flattening 
against her freshly washed body. I ran my hand down her 
back and across her skinny bottom, raking the globes 
with my nails before slapping her thighs apart and 
pushing my fingers against her pussy. 

Instinctively she clamped her legs onto my hand to try 
and stop me probing any further but this only resulted 
in me pulling her hair sharply and ordering her to 
spread her legs again.

I whispered in her ear as I pulled her head back "I've 
got all night to do anything I want with you, and you'd 
better believe I'm going to."

I slipped just one finger inside her pussy but pushed it 
in as far as I could, her muffled shriek seemed to 
connect directly to my pussy and I ground my crotch 
against her leg for some quick relief.

Rolling her onto her back I turned my attentions to her 
developing breasts, pulling at one of her nipples 
savagely with my teeth while pinching the other with my 
finger and thumbs, twisting it as I pulled it as far as 
I could just to get off on Emma's anguished reaction. 

I let go of her bruised nipple and forced my finger into 
her pussy again, pressing it onto her little clit as I 
bit hard onto the soft flesh of her breast. I felt no 
wetness in her pussy which pleased me no end; the last 
thing I wanted was for her to enjoy it.

I pulled my finger out and lay on top of her, I needed 
to get my breath back after my initial assault and our 
eyes locked as I calmed down. Emma was actually quite 
pretty despite her tear stained face and puffy eyes and 
I stroked her hair and kissed her face and sucked on the 
ball gag. I could feel my very erect nipples pressing 
against her (undoubtedly sore) ones.

"Oh, my pretty little girl, you aren't very damp in your 
naughty little pussy are you?" I taunted her. "Don't 
worry I've got something to help with that."

I got off the bed and rummaged in my bag of toys for the 
tube of lube, I knelt on the bed next to her and 
squeezed a generous dollop of the cool, greasy gel onto 
my fingers. As I spread it over my right hand I mocked 
Emma's helplessness. "Ever been fisted, you naughty 
little tease?"

This produced the desired reaction and Emma screamed as 
best she could into her gag, although it sounded more 
like a drain clearing, and bucked her cuffed body in 
such a way that it only emphasised her plight, I rubbed 
my clit as I watched her, entranced.

I gently pressed my lubed fingers against her pussy 
lips, watching approvingly as her body jolted as if 
electrified. My finger tips easily slipped between her 
lips and I folded my fingers and thumbs under each other 
and slowly eased them inside Emma's tight pussy. 

She squirmed clearly in some pain as I continued to ease 
my hand inside her; all my fingers were now pressing 
against the inside of her small, tight pussy and she 
arched her back as a way of relieving the clear pain she 
was in, a small gurgle came from deep in her throat but 
that was her only reaction as I started to push my 
knuckle ridge inside her.

Inch by inch I inserted my whole fist inside her 14 year 
old pussy, and then I started to flex my fingers inside 
her, at the same time I began to rub my clit harder and 
harder as my excitement mounted as I stared transfixed 
as my wrist moved slowly in and out of Emma's pussy.

I didn't need to finger myself too much as the sight of 
me fisting the helpless teenager was enough to get me 
off and I came in a stunning fashion, my hand deep 
inside the girl shook and squeezed in spasms which 
produced more gurgles and tears from my captive.

As my climax subsided I began to ease my fist from 
Emma's abused pussy, the loud slurping noise it made as 
it withdrew was loud enough to drown out Emma's muffled 
sobs.

"There," I muttered, "That's opened you up a bit." I was 
still in a state of high sexual arousal and moved 
quickly for my next bit of fun.
Making sure she could see me through her tear filled 
eyes I made a long show of attaching the strap-on around 
my waist and smearing some lube up and down its shaft.

"Going to fuck you real good with this, you little 
tart," I taunted her, as I waved it up and down before 
climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between her 
spread knees. There was enough lube still in and around 
her pussy to help penetration and I slowly and 
deliberately placed the shiny tip between her puffy, 
swollen pussy lips. She jolted as she felt the tip of my 
phallus start to penetrate her.

I eased it into her and stretched out so I was lying 
right on top of her, my face close to hers. She tried to 
avoid my gaze but I slapped her face and told her to 
look at me.

The look of fear and despair in her eyes connected with 
my clit again as I started to push in and out of her, 
the pressure from the strap-on had a welcome effect on 
my clit also and as my thrusts got faster and faster the 
familiar pre-orgasm tingle started spreading through me.

I pushed in as deep as I could as I came, closing my 
eyes to permanently record in my mind the image of a 
teenager's frightened face as I fucked her.

I slumped downwards, my face nuzzling into her neck 
which I kissed passionately, before spitefully giving 
her a love-bite there.

I knelt up withdrawing my strap-on with a jerk which 
made Emma wince delightfully. I looked at the shaft 
hoping for some trace of blood, but it seemed little 
Emma hadn't been a virgin before tonight. I felt a bit 
let down by this but knew that one day I'd get to take 
some girl's virginity by force.

Still, it suddenly dawned on me; there was one, 
virginity of Emma's, I could almost certainly take. I 
rolled the sobbing girl onto her front and slipped an 
arm around her waist and hauled her bottom up into the 
air.  I slapped it a couple of times just for the hell 
of it, but that wasn't the main reason for me 
positioning her like this.

I reached for the tube of lube and once again smeared 
the my plastic cock, then with what was left on my 
fingers I smeared it onto the young girl's little anus

I placed the glistening tip of the strap-on against her 
tight, little hole and pressed against it using my body 
weight to push the shaft inside it. Emma gave a loud 
scream from behind her gag and I had to clamp a hand 
over her mouth to muffle her screams of agony.

Half inch by half inch I forced myself inside her tight, 
lubricated hole, it must have been painful for her, but 
the obvious distress she was in was like an aphrodisiac 
to me, occasionally I slapped her skinny bottom before 
pushing in some more.

Finally I was all the way in, my hips were pressed 
against her buttocks, I pushed against her again, just 
to remind her what I'd just done to her. Then I reached 
under her with my free hand and gave her small tits a 
vicious raking with my nails.

Finally, I felt sated. I eased myself out of her and 
pushed the crying girl onto her side and lay on my back, 
my body was still on fire but I was beginning to feel 
tired. I looked at Emma and realised that tied as she 
was she would still be capable of getting away while I 
slept, so with another set of cuffs I attached her 
ankles to her wrists thus leaving her in a hogtie. Then 
I threw a cover over us both and I, at least, fell into 
a deep sleep.

I woke up twice in the night and gave the hogtied 
youngster hard, brutal fuckings in her pussy and her 
arse. I was so fired up that when I got woken by the 
sunlight streaming through the window I did her for a 
third time. Her anus wasn't quite as tight as the night 
before.

I looked at the clock on the wall and realised I had 
about an hour to finish things off. Leaving Emma in the 
uncomfortable hogtied position she
'd been in for nearly 8 hours now I went for a quick 
bath, returning with her clothes which I dropped onto 
the floor next to her. I still couldn't resist 
exploiting her helplessness so I rolled her onto her 
back and gave her breasts a savage mauling with my teeth 
(the sight of the bruised flesh gave me a special 
tingle) while frigging her aggressively at the same 
time.

All through this she barely moved which I took as a good 
sign as it suggested she was 'broken', which would make 
my final withdrawal a lot easier.

I dressed and packed, then went down to Reception 
(deserted as usual) to settle my bill. I checked the 
clock again; my train was due to leave in 15 minutes. 
Time to let my captive go, I sadly concluded.

I returned to my room and took the knife from my bag and 
ran it lightly over Emma's throat.

"I'm going to untie you now, you scream and you will 
die, understand."

Her tired, red eyes blinked her understanding and I 
swiftly un-gagged her. She gulped at the fresh air, but 
made no other sound as I undid her various cuffs and 
shoving them in my bag made a rather undignified 
departure, leaving the girl to busy trying to rub some 
circulation back into her hands and feet to try and come 
after me.

I didn't care about that, in 15 minutes my train pulled 
out of the station and I was safe. All the way back to 
Cardiff my mind kept reliving the incredible night I'd 
just had; so much so that I had to go the loo twice to 
bring myself off.

If that was rape then I was definitely going to do it 
again, and soon.


   The euphoria after I got back home from London lasted for weeks; I
endlessly relived my total domination of the little homeless girl while
frigging myself virtually senseless.  The feeling of having total control
over her young body for a whole night kept sending tingles straight to my
pussy; it was a feeling I knew I wanted to experience again and again.

   True, I'd been unable to indulge my favourite fantasy of hearing her
screams but I knew that playing it safe was the best option; but at the
same time I knew I desperately wanted to get a girl in a place where I
could really do everything I wanted to and to really hear her scream.  This
thought was starting to really get to me, and I started to spend a lot of
time thinking of how I could make it happen.

   As it happened the whole thing was taken out of my hands over a 2-month
period which, looking back now, not only completed my descent into
depravity (if such a thing was possible) but was the definitive moment when
I became the woman I am today; it was a period when I went from a new
sexual awakening, through sheer lust and sheer terror to my ultimate
fantasy fulfilment.

   Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself here.  What I really needed to do
after I got back from London was talk to someone about my assault on little
Emma, not to confess to any wrong-doing or rubbish like that - I'd liked
what I'd done to her - but to see how my experience could be taken further.
Ideally I'd have liked to talk to Amanda but I found out that at very short
notice she'd taken a job as a nanny in America (much later she told me in
great detail how she'd corrupted the girls in her charge), so I was left
pretty much isolated.  Sure there was Ruth who was on the same wavelength,
but I didn't really feel close enough to her to open up to her about my
rapidly growing dark-side, besides only Amanda had her phone number and in
those pre-mobile days there was no way to get hold of her at short notice.

   As the distance from my London trip lengthened I began to feel more and
more alone and it began to depress me; I wasn't at that point mentally
strong enough to be able to cope with the feeling that I was that different
from other lesbians.  So in a real gloom I went to the lesbian club on a
Friday night simply to drink myself into oblivion; I knew that I was no
longer really interested in `normal' lesbian sex so I made no attempt to
chat-up any of the women there, nor did I let myself get chatted up.  I
smiled and made small talk with the women I knew but that was as far as my
interaction went, until suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.

   "Hi Suzy, God I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you
been?"

   It was Ruth, and her obviously unfeigned pleasure at meeting me again
lifted my spirits immediately, but before I could give her any sort of
update she ploughed straight on with her side of the conversation.  "Did
you hear about Amanda?  Lucky her getting to grips with those really young
American girls."

   At the time I totally failed to notice the way she emphasised the youth
of the girls in Amanda's care, but now I see she was preparing me for
later.

   Ruth took my arm and dragged me to a darkened corner of the bar and her
voice dropped from the affected tone she normally used to a much more
business-like whisper.  "Suzy, are you still interested in the girls at the
Council Home?"

   Stupid question, I thought, might as well ask an alcoholic of they were
still interested in a shot of whisky, so I made no attempt to be coy. 
"Hell yes, lead me to them."

   "Glad you said that, I have been trying to find you for a while as I've
got a special thing at the Home now but I've needed another person for it."

   I was intrigued now "Why?"

   "They're a pair of identical twins and they're gorgeous, and I wanted to
make it a foursome with them."

   I felt my recent gloom evaporate like mist on a summer's day; I could
feel a thrill run through me just from Ruth's description.  "Wow, can we go
now?"

   "Give it an hour or so, let the little angels get to sleep; their
reactions are so much sexier when they're suddenly woken up for our fun. 
Want a drink?"

   I felt slightly giddy with excitement now and as Ruth returned with the
glasses of wine I completely missed the significance of what she said as
she sat down.

   "They're a bit younger than what you're used to, but they are a sexy as
hell."

   "No problem," I grinned my best wicked grin, "I'm as horny as fuck just
from what you've said." I gulped my wine in a vain attempt to hide my
mounting excitement which Ruth found funny, I just shrugged; in a short
while I'd once again be getting my hands on a pretty and terrified
teenager, and I could hardly wait.

   We chatted pointlessly for an hour or so, made various bitchy comments
about some of the women in the bar, anything to pass the time; Ruth seemed
slightly nervous about something but I just put it down to excitement about
the foursome with a pair of identical twins.

   Finally Ruth decided that the girls should be sound asleep and led the
way from the club to her car for the short journey to the Council Home,
once there she took me to the side door of her apartment and up the stairs
to her lounge; the same one where I'd had my first taste of lesbian
underage rape.

   "Just go through to the bedroom, while I go and get them." Ruth told me
as casually as if she was just going to make a cup of coffee and as she
went out of one door I went through another.

   Her bedroom was a pretty large room it had to be said, and her bed was
suspiciously large for a single woman but I doubt she was alone in it very
often.  I sat on the bed and waited for her to return.  Although I didn't
think of it at the time nowadays I like to imagine the terror of the girls
in the Home as they'd hear their door opening in the middle of the night,
or the relief when they heard someone else's door being opened.  Would they
have heard Ruth's heels clacking on the cold stone floor of the corridor?
Or would the rattle of the key in the lock be the first warning of what
terrors were to come?

   Of course, all the girls had suffered in their lives before they were
taken into care, most came from shattered homes or extreme poverty, but we
didn't care about that; they simply existed to be abused for our pleasure.

   I was smiling inwardly at this thought (without following it through to
it's logical conclusion that every girl in the Home was there for us no
matter what her age), when Ruth returned with the nights' entertainment.

   Grinning wickedly, Ruth lead in 2 girls by their hands who were (as
she'd said) identical twins - they were even dressed identically in blue
cotton nighties that reached to just above their knees, and they looked
very scared - what she hadn't told me that they were 8 or 9 years old.

   I could feel my face drop in shock; what the hell had made Ruth think
I'd be interested in kids?  And I almost involuntarily half-rose from the
bed in uncertainty, Ruth sensed my turmoil as her eyes silently blazed a
"don't fuck this up" warning at me.  I sat back down again and tried
rapidly to think of how I could extricate myself from this situation.  But
already at the back of my mind I could feel a dark voice starting to make
itself heard.

   Ruth broke the awkward silence by proceeding as if the whole situation
was the most normal thing in the world.  "Suzy, these 2 little darlings are
Claire and Julia." She indicated each one as she said their names but I was
a bit too shocked to take in which was which, and in truth it didn't really
matter.  "And this is my friend Suzy, and tonight girls, you are going to
do whatever we tell you to, is that understood?"

   The 2 girls showed understandable confusion and fear at this point and
said nothing so Ruth gave their hands a sharp squeeze and their faces
contorted in pain as the both gave a small squeal.  This reaction connected
the new voice at the back of my head to my pussy, and my bogus moral
outrage about molesting 2 girls under 10 started to vanish.

   "Please, Miss." One of the girls cried out in a small falsetto voice
"Don't hurt us."

   Ruth's voice dropped an octave in tone, and several hundred degrees in
temperature, "Well just do what we want, and you'll be alright then."

   "But what do you want us to do?"

   Ruth paused for a moment, then half chuckled.  "Well, lets just call it
Mummies and Daddies."

   "But who are the Dadd...?" was all the girl could say before Ruth
crushed and twisted her hand again making her shriek in agony and sag at
the knees

   Ruth's voice dropped another notch "Now go and talk to Suzy" and with
her hand she hurled the girl towards me, the child stopped about a yard
from me but I leant forward and put my arms out to her.  Her reaction, like
mine, was almost instinctive; I reached out to someone in distress and she
reached out to what she thought was safety, but it was also exactly like a
spider ensnaring it's prey and the false honey words I poured in her ear as
I pulled her close to me were like a spider spinning a web around the fly.

   Her smallness as I crushed her to me; her passivity as I slipped my
right leg around her and the way she tensed in fear as I held her tightly
and whispered words of reassurance while at the same time kissing her hair
and ear finally unleashed the Dark Voice inside of me and I knew as I held
the helpless little girl in my arms and between my legs that it wasn't the
age of my victims that mattered it was their sheer helplessness - and the
fact they knew they were helpless - that was the biggest turn on.

   As I hugged my girl I saw Ruth pushing hers towards the bed, one hand on
the girls neck and the other pressing against the girl's bottom..

   I ran my hands over my girl's body as my lust started up, her body (even
through her nightie) was thin, but firm and the feel of her bones under her
skin was arousing in a way I'd never have thought possible, I spread my
legs slightly and eased her up onto my thigh and lifted her face with my
fingers.

   Her face was pretty sure enough, but it was also the `cuteness' of her
features; how small her nose was, her small her eyes were and her mouth was
so small that I knew that I would smother it with mine.

   "Kiss me" I whispered and tried to bring her chin forward with my
fingers but she held back and twisted away, Annoyed, I whipped my hand from
under her face and gripped the back of her head and brought her face back
close to mine; I wrapped my legs around her again to keep her in place as
our eyes met- mine fierce with dominance and sexual aggression, hers with
fear and resignation.  "Kiss me, little slut" I hissed, our lips so close
that her nose wrinkled slightly as my hot breath hit it.  At the same time
I slipped my left arm down the outside of her leg and began inching her
nightie up her thigh bit by bit.  I lowered my lips onto hers and had a
weird experience as her small lips only met about half of my mouth and my
tongue almost filled her mouth as I pushed it in.

   She broke away almost sobbing "Please Miss, I don't want to", she tried
to squirm free from my grasp but she had no chance of escape.  I slapped
her face in case she became too hysterical and glanced worriedly at Ruth.

   She had her girl face down on the bed, holding her neck with one hand
while her other was under the girl's nightie clearly fingering her pussy;
the girl was crying and wailing into the bed covers.  She glanced up at me,
saw my worried look and winked.  Hauling the girl up by her hair she yanked
her to her feet and then grabbed my girl by the hair and pulled her from me
at the same time.

   "Right, you little swine" She hissed at them in a genuinely frightening
manner.  "you are going to do everything me and Suzy want you too, or else
you are going to be in so much trouble round here.  Do I make myself clear?
Do I?" This last question was spat right into the girl's faces as her hands
knotted their hair and both girls nodded their fearful agreement, but Ruth
wasn't finished yet.  "You are very bad girls for disobeying me like that,
and bad girls get punished.  Take your nighties off." She shook the girl's
heads as she shouted the last bit before letting them go.

   Shaken and shocked into submission the girls stumbled slightly as Ruth
released her iron grip on their hair and they looked bewildered at each
other before Ruth took a half-step towards them and they hurriedly started
to pull their nighties over their heads.

   Immediately my lustful gaze was drawn to the girl's pussies, they were
totally bald (don't forget this was back in the early 80's when no-one
seemed to shave `down there.), yes, I knew that girls as young as they were
should be bald but it was the `shock' of seeing a hairless pussy with the
little puffy lips almost standing proud that made me as horny as hell.

   The girls stood uneasily in front of us, their hands moving hesitantly
up and down their bodies trying fruitlessly to hide themselves from our
predatory gaze.  Both girls' faces were streaked with tears now, which was
not surprising given that inside 45 minutes their whole world had been
shattered into a million pieces and that was from when they were at such a
low point in the first place.

   I wonder now what happened to Claire and Julia in later life; I know
from what Ruth told me some years later that she and her friends continued
to abuse them for many years afterwards.  Were they so conditioned into
becoming lesbian sex slaves that they simply couldn't function in the real
world and so disappeared voluntarily into the dark underground of lesbian
domination?  Ruth never really clarified their final fate for me, but
knowing her as intimately as I do, and knowing the contacts she had in the
UK sex industry I'm fairly sure the girls were smuggled against their will
into the chain of lesbian slavery once they reached the age at which the
State loses interest in its charges.

   That chain works like a food chain; some mistresses like very young
girls, others prefer teenage girls, others prefer young women and so on,
the mistresses of the young girls sell their slaves on when they reach an
age they are no longer interested in and each subsequent mistress passes
her property to a new owner.  Obviously the mistresses further up the chain
get property that has had several previous lady owners, but the advantage
for them is that their property is totally conditioned into being a lesbian
sex slave.

   I know that 2 identical twin lesbian sex slaves, conditioned from an
early age to be the sexual playthings of other women would be much sought
after, and so I do believe that even now Claire and Julia are still kept in
a life of sexual servitude with no real hope of release.  How much damage
the intervening years of slavery have done to their minds and bodies I
can't imagine, but I wish I'd been there to see every day of it.

   But at the time all I wondered was exactly how depraved Ruth and I were
going to be.  The twins stood totally naked in front of us and I think all
of us were expecting Ruth to take the lead and she did.

   "Bad girls get punished" she snarled at the pair.  She sat down on the
bed before finishing her sentence; "Lie over our laps, now" All Ruth had to
do now to impose her will on these children was to glare at them and after
one second of confusion when neither girl was sure which of us to go to
they dutifully lined up beside us.

   Just as my girl was about to lean over my lap I called a halt, Ruth
looked shocked and angry for a second until I explained it was just so I
could undress; if this gorgeous little thing was going over my lap I wanted
it to be over my bare flesh

   I very rapidly started to undress throwing my clothes anywhere in the
room, but as I slipped my knickers down and off I put them on the bed for
later, Then I sat down again and patted my lap as an invitation for the
girl to lay over it.  She seemed reluctant but I grabbed her arm and pulled
her down which made her squeal in fear.

   Ruth's girl wasn't as defiant as mine and lay herself of Ruth's lap;
perhaps the fact that Ruth was still fully clothed made her ordeal seem
less scary.  Ruth had positioned us brilliantly; the girls faces were only
inches apart and we lifted their heads by their auburn hair so they could
see the fear in each others eyes.

   I gazed down at the girl lying over my lap and stroked my hand lazily
down the back of her thin thighs, then I slipped my hand onto the inside of
her legs and ran it up towards her pussy.  As my fingers brushed against
her hairless lips she jumped and squirmed to try and escape my finger tips
which were pressing between the small, puffy lips of her pussy.  Angry at
this I pulled my hand back and up and started to spank her.

   "You are still being a naughty girl." I panted, each word punctuated by
a painful slap.  She was squirming and wriggling much more than I'd
anticipated and I had to twist her arm behind her back with my free hand to
keep her still.

   Ruth was doing the same to her girl who was wailing and sobbing, her
face streaked with tears and contorted in pain.  I was determined to get
the same reaction from my girl and increased the severity of my slaps; the
original pale skin of the girl's bottom was now a vivid red hue.

   Finally my hand itself started to sting (but not as badly as my girl's
bottom must have been) but while she was in such a gorgeously vulnerable
position I wasn't going to let her go just yet.

   I rested my hand on her bottom cheeks which felt as hot as they looked,
then moved it down to between her thighs; it was deliciously easy to push
them apart and to press my fingers against her bald, little pussy.  The
lips yielded quickly as I pushed two of my finger tips inside.

   Letting go of her arm I grabbed he hair and pulled her head back "Do you
like my fingers in your pussy?" I asked in a breathless voice.

   "Please miss, please stop." She sobbed through gritted teeth "Please
miss, please don't touch me there." The girl's complete innocence coupled
with the fact that she had absolutely no chance of stopping me and the
sheer sexual thrill of finally getting to spank a young girl's backside had
all combined to set my pussy on fire and I could feel my pussy hair
becoming very sticky with my juices.

   "Stop?  You're here to do whatever we want and you can't stop us." I
pushed one finger further inside her, the sheer tightness of her small
pussy was astonishing and I realised I could actually do real damage to her
if I was too extreme; but I wasn't going to let her know that I still had
some boundaries.  "Do you like my finger inside you?  Does it feel good?"

   "Please miss, I don't like it" She squealed pointlessly - as if I was
going to stop now?

   I looked over at Ruth, but she was now locked in her own world and had
her girl kissing her breasts with her small mouth.  I wanted some of that
sort of action and pushed my girl onto the floor.  As she struggled onto
all fours I spread my legs and, grabbing her hair pulled her up onto her
knees between my legs.  I pressed her face against my thigh.  "Kiss it" I
urged, and twisted her hair to get her agreement.

   She screamed slightly as I pressed her mouth onto my flesh (which
muffled her cries) and then began to press her lips against my legs in
little, almost butterfly type, kisses.  It felt so bloody horny that I
couldn't stop myself playing with my breasts as I slowly moved her face up
towards my pussy.

   As I got her face in front of my pussy, which was actually oozing
slightly, I felt her stiffen and try to recoil, but what could the slightly
built child do so stop me?  And I pulled her face into my sticky pussy.

   "Please miss, please don't make me" she tried to say before I felt her
face make contact with my crotch.

   "Just kiss it little one" I purred and as I felt her lips press against
my lips I squirmed orgasmically.  She was trying to keep contact between us
to a minimum and her kiss could best be described as a peck but it was more
than enough for me as I pushed my hips forward against her pinned face.  Of
course her mouth had to open at some point and as I felt her tiny mouth
spread against my pussy lips I came at once.  It felt like a torrent and I
held her struggling head in place as I ground my creaming pussy against her
it.

   "Oh God, oh God, aaahhhh" I gasped as I felt her mouth trying and
failing to stop my juices seep into it.  I clamped my thighs hard around
her small face and twisted so that she was forced into my pussy.

   It was the greatest orgasm of my life so far - even better than the girl
in London - I actually thought I might pass out as a I let go of the girl's
hair because my thighs were holding her in place now and stretched out on
Ruth's bed.

   After a few seconds my girl started to make choking and gagging noises
and I realised she was actually suffocating (or drowning; didn't really
matter which.).  I opened my legs and the little girl collapsed, sobbing
and gasping onto the floor.  She writhed there for a second or too as she
coughed and wretched; her tiny frame wracked with coughs and her face red
and glistening.  And my pussy felt like it was squeezing pumpkin seeds.

   Looking back now I think that was the first time I really wanted to take
the rape and abuse even further, into deeper, far darker territory; I knew
that at that moment I had the power of life and death over the girl and
although that vision took a long time to crystallise into the form it later
took this was the moment the seed was planted.

   At the time though I just wanted her tongue on me again, and my fingers
inside her so, reaching down, I slid my arms under her shoulders and hauled
her onto my knee- she was so light it really was as effortless as it
sounds. She shook in apprehension and cruelly I played the benevolent
Mother figure, gently stroking her hair with one hand and stroking the
outside of her leg and cooing soothing words into her ear.

   But even as I was doing this I was gently pushing her face towards my
breasts and my other hand was slipping in between her legs, my spreading
fingers forcing her legs apart slightly before opening her now puffy,
abused pussy lips and pushing my finger tips inside.

   She screamed again but now I twisted the fingers of my other hand in her
hair and pressed her face onto my left breast and moved my body slightly so
that my nipple slipped into her mouth.

   "Suck it, suck it you little slut." I hissed, though more in a mood of
extreme pleasure than anger, and a few more tugs on her hair resulted in
the terrified child indeed starting to suckle like a baby on my bullet-hard
nipple.  I started to frig her young, tight pussy; not for her pleasure but
strictly for mine.  I wanted to own, to dominate and abuse this 8 year old
girl; above all I wanted to inflict pain on her.

   She squirmed in my lap as I assaulted her body, but was totally unable
to escape my perverted desires.  I glanced at Ruth who was holding her
twin's hand against her pussy and forcing her to masturbate her, her other
arm was wrapped around the girl's shoulders and she was French kissing her
fiercely.  Our eyes met and we nodded in contented agreement: that it
simply didn't get any better than this..

   I moved my girl's mouth from one breast to another, relishing how easy
it was to manoeuvre her almost like a rag-doll.  I pressed two of my
fingers in as hard and deep as I could inside her pussy and felt my own
ooze with pleasure as she squealed and screamed against the flesh of my
breast.

   I let her fall sideways and backwards onto the bed and smoothly
straddled her very slim body so my wet pussy was pressed against her flat
stomach.  Holding her hands beside her head I lowered my face towards hers.

   Her face was a study of terror and suffering, her red and swollen eyes
were filled with tears and the tracks of those tears was easily traced down
her face towards her small mouth which now glistened in a hugely erotic mix
of her tears and saliva, and my love juices.  I lowered my face very, very
close to hers, loving not only the fear in her eyes and the small, almost,
mewling noises that she was making, but also the feel of her young,
immature body under mine; the way my full breasts squashed against her tiny
mounds - if I jiggled the right way I could move my erect nipples against
tiny little bullets - and also the feeling of my wet pussy rubbing against
her flat stomach, bony hips and her bald pussy.  I pushed my tongue out and
ran it over her lips and chin, the mix of salty tears and my juices were a
deliciously sweet combination and I licked her mouth and chin dry before
forcing my tongue between her lips and pressing my mouth onto hers.  I
kissed her deeply and could feel her panicky attempts to breathe through
her tiny little button nose; her mounting panic as she struggled to breathe
under my assault increased the wetness of my pussy against her hips.

   I let go of her left arm to move my hand onto her small, pre-pubescent
breast; my palm easily covered its fleshiness and I could feel her small
nipple pressing against my hand.  As I continued to rape her mouth with my
tongue I dug my nails into her small breast just enough to force a muffled
scream and body-jerk from her, but not enough to break her skin; I
controlled my lust just enough to realise that scars like that could be
awkward for Ruth to explain away.

   But her little, fleshy mound was so beautiful to my touch simply because
it was neither one thing nor the other; it wasn't the flat chest of a
really small child, nor was it the fully developed, firm breast of an older
girl or woman.  It yielded to my touch, but still had the hard flesh
underneath it to make squeezing it a pleasure; I knew I would have to abuse
her breasts with my mouth.

   I broke our kiss and as I did so I glanced to my right and saw Ruth in a
similar position to me but she was humping her girl's slim thigh with her
pussy as she forced her tongue down her victim's throat.  She was clearly
very nearly coming as her grinding movements were becoming faster and
faster and her kissing of her girl was becoming more frenzied.

   The only metaphor I've ever been able to come up with for that moment of
realisation was like playing a Fruit-Machine and watching as the three
reels drop into place for the Jackpot; watching Ruth's naked, mature body
physically exploit a younger female, the way her fully formed hips, thighs
and breasts slammed against a terrified young girl who was totally at her
mercy and had no means of escape made me realise that this was the biggest
sexual thrill I could ever experience, and that it was the only one I would
ever want.

   Dragging my attention back to my girl I dropped my lips onto her breast
and stabbed my tongue onto her small nipple, slowly I gripped my teeth onto
her small pellet and twisted and pulled it upwards.

   She screamed so much that I had to smother her mouth with my hand, of
course I accidentally covered her nose too and as she struggled for breath
as I continued to abuse her small breast I felt an increased sexual thrill.
Very dark seeds were being planted in my sexual psyche.

   I lifted my body from hers in a sort of arch so I could start to finger
her pussy while I kept my teeth and lips busy on her small breasts and also
straddled her thigh with my legs so I could bring myself off against her
leg as Ruth was doing to her sister.

   Suddenly it all became too much and I knew I was about to orgasm big
time, I swiftly moved over her small, bony body and knelt on her shoulders,
rapidly nestling my thighs either side of her terrified face.  Gripping her
hair I pulled her mouth rapidly onto my quivering pussy and arched
backwards as I felt her lips and the tip of her tongue, groping for my
breast with my other hand as - and there is no other way to describe it -
everything swept over me - the sheer sexual thrill of Ruth and I abusing
and raping identical twins, the sheer perversity of the whole situation and
the realisation that this, raping underage girls was the greatest sexual
kick I could ever have.

   I actually orgasmed so hard that I passed out, I know that phrase is
used alot but I swear it's true on this occasion, only for a few seconds to
be honest but I did blank out as my juices flooded the mouth of the little
girl held fast between my thighs because the next thing I knew I was
slightly slumped to one side of her head, my grip on her face loosened as
she was coughing, spluttering and trying to spit my sticky love juices out
of her mouth.

   I knew I was temporarily shattered but also knew this evening wasn't
over yet so I moved off my girl completely and stretched out next to her,
turning her on her side away from me so that she could watch Ruth as she
continued to French kiss her sister, her hands gripping either side of the
girl's face as she clenched her older, more rounded legs around the child's
slim thigh.  A few gratuitous pelvic thrusts spaced about 5 seconds apart
proved her total domination of her property.

   I could see that Ruth was in the same sort of sexual high as I was but I
had a very wicked idea and leant over to tap her on the shoulder.  She
turned to look at me in some surprise, so I told her my suggestion.

   "Ruthy, maybe we've been a bit harsh on our little sweethearts; perhaps
they'd like to fuck with someone of their own age?"

   Ruth's face came alive as my idea sunk in and she rolled off her girl so
she was lying behind her.  Now we were both on the same `wave-length' we
moved our terrified victims towards each other so that their faces were
almost touching.

   "Ok, little ones." Ruth purred as if this was as normal as ordering a
pizza, "Start to kiss." With that we pushed their faces together with one
hand, while (copying Ruth's lead) our other hands pushed between their legs
and started to abuse their pussies yet again, while at the same time
grinding our pussies against their bottoms thus keeping them in their
kissing position.

   Not that they were really kissing though; their mouths were pressed
together, their eyes screwed shut in both pain and humiliation and it was
only our hands on the back of their heads that kept their mouth's together.
But I simply couldn't have cared less about what they were thinking; I was
sliding one finger deeper and deeper into my girl's tight little pussy as I
gyrated my own (soaking) pussy against her small backside.

   I glanced at Ruth who was doing exactly the same thing to her toy; her
body was fuller than mine and the contrast between her curves and her toy's
almost angular body was striking.  She had managed to work 2 fingers inside
her girl and was frigging her pretty roughly as she buried her face in the
girl's hair; I guessed she was pretty near coming as was I.  Again I felt
an almost irresistible urge to inflict pain on the girl I was abusing and
bit my teeth into her shoulder - not hard enough to break the skin, but
hard enough to leave a deep, blue impression.  Of course she screamed as
best she could although her face was held tightly against her sisters, and
as she writhed in pain I could feel her pussy moving around my finger; it
was absolute sexual heaven, and I came again with my pussy smearing it's
juices against her thin bottom.

   As I came down (no pun intended) I relaxed completely and so allowed my
girl to squirm away from her proximity to her sister (but only so that she
pressed back against me which was an added thrill).  Now I hugged her close
to me, my hands roaming at will over her small, naked body; pinching and
squeezing her flesh not only just to hear her frightened, pain-filled
whimpers, but also because it made her writhe so erotically against me.  In
only a few minutes I found out just how to loosen my grip on her enough to
let her body move against mine, but also so that she was still tightly in
my grasp.

   I struggled to my knees slowly and clumsily as I kept the child in my
arms as I did so, and spread my thighs and pulled her to me so her bottom
was pressing against my crotch.  I slipped one arm up so it lay across her
throat and pressed my other hand against her pussy; I wanted to match
Ruth's feat of getting 2 fingers inside her twin and very roughly forced 2
fingertips between my girl's abused pussy lips.  Naturally she arched
backwards and upwards and tried to scream but my arm across her throat
tightened and she only managed a strangled, little croak.

   "Shut up, you little bitch, you promised to let me do what I want." I
hissed into her ear, emphasising each word with a stab of my fingers into
her twat.  "You'll learn to like it eventually, and believe me this won't
be the last time you'll feel a woman's fingers inside you." My mouth was
now pressed against her ear as I finished my sentence and again, in a
deliberate attempt to inflict pain, I clenched her tiny ear between my
teeth and shook it like a terrier.  I wanted so desperately to inflict pain
on her until her screams shattered my ears but knew that this wasn't the
situation to do this.

   Nevertheless, Ruth heard my girl's strangled chokes and screams and
lifted her face from between the sisters' thighs to flash me a worried
glance; I winked at her as if to say "Relax, just having fun, no harm will
be done.", and reassured that her precious charges weren't being physically
marked she buried her face once more in an 8 year old girl's hairless
pussy.

   I whipped my fingers out of her pussy and, quick as a flash, turned the
girl around so her face was pressed against my breast.  "Open your mouth
wide." I soothed at her, trying to sound all maternal, but to my surprise
she kept her mouth tightly closed.  Time to break the little bitch, once
and for all I thought.

   Like lightening, I jerked her head up by her hair with one hand and
slapped it viciously with the other.  "Listen, you little tart," I screamed
at her, my face barely inches from hers.  "You do exactly what I tell you
to do, when I tell you to do it." I slapped her face again.  "Understand?"

   She nodded a very frightened, very intimidated agreement, but I wasn't
finished quite yet (the slaps on her face had connected with my pussy of
course.) "So when I tell you to suck my tits, you'd better fucking well
suck them, you are nothing anymore, just a toy that women like me are going
to play with when we like, so the sooner you accept that the better." I
gave her one more, lighter, slap across her cheek which was now almost
vivid purple.

   At the same time, her sister screamed in agony as Ruth's fingernails dug
into her breast while the woman who was supposed to be their guardian at
this place abused her bald pussy with her tongue and lips.  This gave me an
idea.

   "Besides," I said to my little pet, in a calm, measured tone, "if you
don't do as I tell you, we can always hurt your sister.  And that will be
your fault, so be a good little slut and do what I tell you.  Now kiss my
tits."

   I forced her face, with her mouth wide open onto my breast and my eyes
flickered with orgasmic delight as I felt her small lips on my flesh. 
"Lick it, little one." I softly urged and at once her tongue started to
stroke over my breast.  I moved her face over my whole breast so her wet
tongue trailed over it, I jerked her head rapidly up and down on my nipple
so the tiny tip of her small tongue stabbed deliciously at my nipple.  The
girl's gurgling as she struggled to cope with the saliva her mouth was
producing was almost as erotic as the choking noises she'd been making
earlier.

   I pulled at my other breast with my spare hand, just to do something to
release some of the huge sexual tension that was within me; something
absolutely massive was brewing inside my pussy and my body felt like it was
tingling all over.  I dragged her face down to my stomach and leant
backwards on the bed, sliding my lower legs from under me so I was lying
almost flat and allowing my girl to move slightly away from me so that as I
moved her face onto my pussy she wasn't so bent double.

   As her reluctant face was rubbed against my (now very sensitive) pussy
lips I started moaning in a series of low, almost guttural grunts, although
I still managed to issue instructions to my little rag doll.

   "Kiss it, kiss it, stick your tongue in.  Do it you little bitch." I
twisted her hair again and rammed her sobbing face into my soaking wet
pussy; my lips were so lubricated that her entire small mouth actually
slipped between them at first; I gyrated my pelvis against her face and
felt her chin, lips and nose all rub over my pussy and even brush against
my clit.

   I know it's a cliché but there is no other way to describe what happened
next; first my pussy, then my entire body felt like it exploded.  Almost
instinctively, I clamped my thighs around the girl's head and arched
backwards my hands losing contact with her and clutching at both the air
and the covers of Ruth's bed.  I clenched my thighs around the girl so
tightly that she literally couldn't move a centimetre and I felt the rest
of her body start to panic out of fear of suffocation.

   Then it happened.  I came but it wasn't just an orgasm (enormous though
it was) I lost control of my bladder too as I filled her small, trapped
mouth and some urine mixed with my cum juices and I felt it's hot,
stickiness spreading from her face and mouth that she was desperately
trying to close to the inside of my thighs from where it spread downwards
onto Ruth's bed.  For a second or two I think I did really black out (and
looking back that was probably just as well as it did save the girl from
probably being asphyxiated by my pussy) because the next thing I remembered
was hearing the girl coughing and retching between my now spread legs.  As
if in a dream I looked at her face, reddened by her coughing, streaked with
her tears, smeared with my juices and urine and aged a lifetime in only a
couple of hours.  She had what's called a thousand yard stare as she stared
blankly and emotionless beyond me.  But I simply didn't care; I let my head
drop back onto the bed and rubbed my thighs against her body to try and
dissipate some of the rapidly cooling cum and urine off me.

   I think I may have blacked out again as the next thing I remember was
looking up as a Ruth now clad in a bath-robe was taking my girl from
between my legs and winking at me as she told both sisters to get dressed
and then led them back to their room.

   I rolled onto my side, a huge, warm wave of post-coitus warmth providing
all the blankets and pillows I could ask for.  I felt a damp patch beneath
my legs but was too far gone to really care.  My pussy was still so
sensitive it actually hurt to caress it with my fingers as I normally liked
to do after sex.

   Next thing I knew was looking up at Ruth smiling down at me as she shook
me awake.

   "Wow, Suzy, you enjoyed that little thing, didn't you?" She chuckled.

   "God, Ruth." I mumbled as I woke "That was the most intense sex I've
ever had." I sat up and realised how damp I'd made Ruth's bed.  " Umm, I
think I may have made a bit of a mess on your covers." I mumbled
embarrassed.

   Ruth looked down, and then smiled.  "Don't worry about that; this bed's
seen worse than that in its life.  But wasn't that just so fucking
intense?" It was clear that she was on as much of a sexual high as I was.
"Watching you abuse your little tart really got me going on mine."

   She paused for a second and ran her hand through her hair.  "Shit, Suzy,
I'd love it if you came to work here; I could guarantee you a job and
imagine the fun we could have with the little ones."

   I sensed she was serious, but I was equally serious in my reply.  "It
would be no good, Ruth, I don't think I have the control you have, I'd be
wanting to abuse them every single minute of the day."

   Her face dropped and I realised I may have sent the wrong message, and
hurriedly back-tracked.  "Oh Ruth, please don't think me ungrateful,
tonight was probably the greatest sex of my life and I'm really flattered
you like me enough to offer me a job," (I didn't tell her I didn't need a
job) "but I don't think I'm as restrained as you; I'd be trying to molest
the little sluts all the time, but you're much more in control."

   "You think you're that bad?" She asked, seemingly genuinely curious but
at the same time knowing.

   "I know I'm that bad" I tried to laugh it off, but I didn't dare tell
her of the girl in London, or exactly how badly I wanted to hurt the girl
I'd just abused.

   I'd been dressing during these conversations, but it wasn't like I was
storming out or anything, I liked Ruth as a friend and really appreciated
how easily she'd accepted me as one of `her own', so I started to steer the
conversation back towards more friendly territory.

   "Any idea how long Amanda's gone for?"

   "She reckons about 12 - 18 months" Then she laughed.  "Mind you could be
a lot longer if she gets caught doing what she told me she's going to do
over there."

   Intrigued, I asked the obvious question about what she had planned.

   "She's gone to work as a nanny to 2 girls aged 12 and 14."

   "Bit old to need a nanny aren't they?" I interjected

   "Well, I say nanny; it's also to teach them how English people behave
etcetera"

   "But Amanda's Welsh."

   "Yes, but the Yanks don't know the difference.  Anyway, Amanda told me
she aims to corrupt the 2 girls into her little pets within a month,
knowing her she'll probably get the mother as a slave too."

   I looked at her startled "Could she do that?"

   Ruth smiled wickedly.  "Amanda's the most dominant woman I've ever met;
if she say's she aims to get the daughters within a month, I'll bet she
gets the daughters and the mother in her bed at the same time within 2
weeks."

   I smiled at Ruth and squeezed her knee.  "Good luck to her, it would be
so fucking intense to rape a kid in front of their mother, or the other way
around.  By the way, can I have your phone number?  Amanda had it, but is
no longer around obviously."

   "Sure, hon, but only on condition that you give me yours."

   "It's a deal." I laughed, and so took another step on the road to
complete depravity.

   Ruth yawned and I knew she was wanting to get to sleep (I've long
marvelled at how easily she could switch off from abusing girls back to her
run-of-the-mill routine, I've always been on a huge high after a
`conquest'.), and I wanted to get away too just to get my thoughts
together, so I gave her a quick hug and a kiss.

   "Can I call a cab?" I asked, suddenly slightly fearful of the fact that
my flat was a few miles away across the city.

   "I'd rather you didn't, Suze, don't really want outside people
associating this place with strange people being picked up in the middle of
the night, if you know what I mean.  Tell you what, I'll run you home."

   I understood then that Ruth was clearly aware of the dangers she was
running because of the abuse she was perpetrating and was reassured that
she wasn't going to knowingly endanger anyone involved; the fact that the
girls were still able to talk to `outsiders' did bother me though.  But, I
reasoned, if Ruth had been getting away with it for as long as she had then
the risk was negligible.

   Even though I knew she was dog-tired and had to be at work in only a
few-hours I was grateful for the lift as the streets of a city are very
lonely and very scary and very dangerous on your own at night.  There was a
slightly awkward silence in the car during the short journey through the
deserted streets, not because of any tension but simply because I wanted so
much to tell Ruth of how much further I wanted to take things; how I really
wanted to hurt the girls until they really screamed and to then go on
hurting them, about my rape of the homeless girl in London, about how much
I was discovering about my truly dark side and how much I was loving it.  I
was that close to opening up my entire soul to her, but I just couldn't
take that last step.

   She dropped me off and I thanked her profusely again, and she smiled and
said how much she'd loved it too (and I knew she meant it), I gave her a
peck on the lips and ran to my front door as she drove off.
  
   Inside I paced my flat like a caged animal (a predator, naturally) and
started to have some very dark thoughts.  I wanted to get a girl on my own,
a girl with no `history' of being abused before, or with no sense of being
`institutionalised', or being abandoned by society; I was going to get me a
genuine virgin (well, mentally at least, even back then it was generally
known that teenage girls could be pretty promiscuous if they wanted to be.)

   Finally, about 4 in the morning I fell asleep, but by then I had the
broad outline of my plan and I knew I would execute it within a few days.
Looking back now I realise that the ease with which I'd abused the 8 year
old girl had blinded me to the inherent dangers involved in any sort of
criminal act - let alone sexual assault - and all I could see was my
target; accordingly I wasn't as careful as I had been before and always was
afterwards.

   The next day, Saturday, I woke about noon and started to make some
preparations.  I popped out for about an hour and headed for a few charity
shops I knew of in search of a blonde wig to hide my raven black hair.  I
found one and it just about fitted; sure in the mirror I looked stupid but
that wasn't the real point.  I laughed at how badly it fitted with the
elderly woman behind the counter, telling her it was for a fancy dress
party and so the fit didn't matter (I knew I could get it to fit better for
my big plan).

   On the Sunday I considered how I'd over-power my prey; I settled on a
trusty knife but knew it would have to be one I could carry in my hand-bag
(the large carving knife I'd used to terrorise little Emma in London was
too large to use) so I spent most of Sunday afternoon sharpening a small
cutting knife of about 6 inches length.  By the time I was finished it was
razor sharp and anyone against whose throat I pressed it would know
immediately that they were one little bit of pressure from death.

   Next I turned my thoughts to where I was going to find my victim; I
didn't think it would be wise to strike in my home city of Cardiff, instead
I turned my lustful thoughts to Swansea a short distance further west.  The
plan was coming together perfectly; on Monday afternoon I would drive to
Swansea, pick a school-girl on her way home, seize her, brutalise her and
force her to become my sex-toy for as long as I wanted.  I slept very badly
that night; I couldn't stop rubbing my pussy both in memory of my
domination of the young girl on Friday, and also in anticipation of the
abuse I was going to inflict on some unsuspecting girl tomorrow.

   The next day I was very restless with anticipation; I decided to arrive
about mid-day reasoning that I'd either see a girl on her lunch-break or
(even better) one playing truant - she'd be more likely to be on her own
and more easily subdued (she could even be blackmailed into acquiescence.).
The only draw-back to my plan I knew of at the time was that I didn't
really know Swansea very well and so couldn't stray too far from the city
centre as I would probably need to get out in a hurry.  I pondered this
problem for a while before deciding luck would carry the day; looking back
now I realise that the sexual excitement of abusing the young twins a few
days before had made me reckless to a very dangerous degree.

   I left the house with my knife and blonde wig hidden in my hand-bag (I
didn't want anyone seeing me wearing it who might start wondering what I
was doing, etc), half-way between Cardiff and Swansea I pulled off the road
and fitted my blonde wig, after a bit of tugging and pushing I got it to
fit pretty well.  I took a long look at myself in the mirror and decided I
was quite unrecognisable from myself.  I felt a thrill surge through me;
this was going to be easy.

   I drove the rest of the way into the city and after a bit of a search
found a shopping centre with a multi-storey care park attached; parked up
and went in search of my prey.

   After about half an hour of fruitless walking around I decided I needed
a re-think and went for a coffee in a fast-food bar that fronted right onto
the main shopping area.  I sipped my drink with hands trembling in lustful
anticipation and waited like a spider for my fly.

   20 or so minutes passed and I was just debating whether to go for a
second cup of really undrinkable coffee when she came into sight.  I knew
from the second I saw her that she was the one; she was about 14 or so,
long dark hair and a slim just-this-side-of-childhood body.  She was
wearing her school uniform of navy-blue jumper over a white blouse and a
black, shortish, pleated skirt which ended quite a few inches above her
knees.  I glanced at my watch; it was nearly 2.30.  She should have been in
school and the fact she wasn't told me she was playing truant.  This, I
told myself, was going to be a piece of cake.

   I checked in my bag for my knife and moved it discretely to the top,
then left the café and started to trail along behind her; this prolonged
hunt gave me plenty of opportunity to take in everything about her; the way
she walked - not quite a full-grown adult sway of the hips, but way beyond
the way children move, the way she'd sometimes throw her head back to sweep
her long hair out of her face and also the almost furtive way she glanced
around as if to make sure no-one from her school was about to catch her. 
(I thought then that if you want not to be seen by someone from your school
then don't wear the uniform, but I was hardly going to point that out to
her.)

   The number of people in the shopping centre worked in my favour in one
way in that I was able to get pretty close to her a few times before
dropping back to avoid suspicion, but the crowd also worked against me in
that unless she left the main shopping area I couldn't see how I could get
to her.

   I contented myself with shadowing her, pausing when she paused, moving
on when she moved on.  At one point she went into a clothes shop and I
pretended to do a bit of window shopping while keeping her under
observation.  To my delight she spent some time browsing the lingerie
section, taking some of the lacy underwear off the racks and holding it up
to examine it.  I felt my pussy tingle as I pictured her on my bed her
hands cuffed behind her and her ankles loosely tied, imagining the thrill
of kneeling over her, relishing the terror in her eyes, her throat making
strange gurgling noises behind the gag I'd made from her own school-tie as
my hands began to run up her bare legs, slipping under her short, school
skirt, sliding inch by inch up her firm thighs before my fingers touched
the saucy, lacy underwear she was currently gazing at as if in silent
rapture.  In my fantasy my other hand would press against her thin, white
school blouse, squeezing the lacy, wired half cup of her matching bra.  My
fingers would slip between the buttons of her shirt and pull it open,
buttons popping in all directions as she screamed in muffled terror before
I lowered my lips and teeth onto the exposed flesh of her breast.

   I was so lost in this dark fantasy that I suddenly noticed she was no
longer in site, I stared around rapidly and realised she was only a few
feet away in the shop entrance; my unexpected movement startled her and our
eyes met, I smiled at her almost guiltily although she couldn't have
possible known that and she smiled back politely.  For a brief second I
thought the age old molester's thought that she must have read my mind and
wanted me to do these things to her.  Fortunately reality kicked in
immediately and I knew she had no idea of my plans.

   Momentarily non-plussed I watched her walk away without a backward
glance.  "Damn" I cursed inwardly.  If she saw me following her now the
alarm bells would go off in her head immediately.  I stood and stared
longingly after her until she suddenly turned off the main hall-way towards
the doors marked "Toilets." This was it, I was going to take her in there.

   I moved swiftly after her; I had to time my `run' really well - if she
saw me coming after her as she looked back going through the door (as
people do) her suspicions would be raised.  But if left too long a gap
she'd be locked inside the cubicle before I arrived.

   As it turned out she didn't look back, just let the door close so I
quickened my step and arrived at the entrance a matter of seconds after
her. I felt for my knife in my bag and grasped its firm, solid handle.  It
never once occurred to me that there'd be anyone else in the toilet; I
guess I was just trusting to my luck yet again, never once did it occur to
me that I was confusing luck with sheer recklessness.

   My breathing was short and shallow now (as it always was and is in these
situations), my body was `alive' in a way that people who just live
hum-drum lives never experience, my pussy was already tingling.  I saw her
just entering one of the cubicles, there was no one else in the place.  She
was mine.

   Just as she was closing the door I charged my shoulder against it,
knocking her backwards so she stumbled against the toilet bowl and gave a
startled yelp of surprise as I forced my way inside the narrow cubicle,
kicking the door shut with my leg as I did so and pushing myself over her
unbalanced body, one hand over her mouth the other holding the knife
directly against her throat.  My eyes, (under my blonde wig), blazed a real
threat of violence as I told her that if she kept quiet I wouldn't hurt
her. I emphasised the implication behind these last words by pressing the
knife even harder against the pale skin of her throat.

   She was literally rigid with shock; only the terrified movement of her
eyes showed any sign of life despite the unnatural position of her body
half fallen against the back wall of the confined space.  I asked her if
she understood and she came back to life as she nodded a frenzied
agreement.

   This was bliss, in only a matter of seconds I'd caught my prey and
wrapped it in a web of terror.  I reached behind me and drew the lock into
the `shut' position, then pulled my victim fully upright.  As she was drawn
close to me I inhaled her perfume, it was cheap but because of the
situation it was intoxicating and I couldn't stop myself burying my face in
her neck and hair and inhaling the scent.

   I kissed her neck through her hair, and felt the blade of the knife rub
against my chin; I could also feel her gulping in fear as she felt my lips
on her flesh for the first time.  As ever the girl's evident fear (and
helplessness) connected directly to my pussy and I could feel real dampness
down there.

   The naturally cramped dimensions of the cubicle were becoming a real
turn-on for me (although it was pretty dingy I had to admit) as I was
pressed right against the girl all the time; every time either of us moved
we rubbed and pressed against the other; I clamped my thighs around one of
her legs and rapidly rubbed my crotch against it.  My wet panties slid
against her bare flesh and the feel of my juices on her leg made her
struggle and for a moment I thought she was going to scream, so I covered
her mouth with one hand, pressed the flat blade of the knife against her
throat again and whispered (well, more like, panted) in her ear.

   "Shhhss, shhhsss, don't scream, I'll only hurt you if you do.  Just let
me do what I want and it'll soon be over." I took my hand from her mouth
and she gulped at the air; she was starting to sob now and she tried to
talk, but her weeping made every word almost into a paragraph.

   "Please," ......  "Please"......."Don't hurt me"......"I won't
scream"....  "Please, let me go"

   Each word was separated by terrified sobs.  And as she shook in fear, I
nuzzled my face into her hair and neck again, lost in my own perverted
fantasies I muttered "So sexy, such a sexy little girl" as I kissed her
neck and face.  Keeping the knife at her throat with one hand I ran my free
hand down to her legs and squeezed them;

   Oh God, there are few things as sexy as the feel of a gorgeous teenage
girl's bare legs; they are so firm and toned, not an ounce of fat, or rough
skin, just beauty, pure and simple.  (In later years, when I had my whole
set-up perfected, and I could keep my girls for as long as I wanted I would
sometimes spend ages just kissing their thighs and rubbing my face against
them; kissing, licking and then biting their firm, young flesh just to hear
their screams.)

   I forced my hand up her smooth, firm, struggling thigh, not because she
was resisting me that much but simply because of the huge sexual thrill it
gave me to feel a captive girl's flesh under my touch, knowing that she was
hating every second of my unwanted abuse.  When my fingers reached the
elastic ridge of her knickers I came, I was that aroused that I actually
orgasmed as my fingers went from the smooth skin of a 13 year old girl onto
the cotton of her panties and felt their way under the tight hem of them,
my fingers were then pressed further into her flesh by her own panties.  It
was heaven.

   I pulled my hand out briefly but only so I could slip it inside her
knickers again from the top as it were so I could grope and fondle her
bottom; she moaned in discomfort as my nails dug sharply into her buttocks
before I forced my hand down between her legs and my fingers played with
her pussy lips.

   Correctly guessing that she was subdued now I put the knife on top of
the toilet cistern and started to pull her jumper up to expose her blouse;
I squeezed her small breasts through the thin white material while the
fingers of my other hand now began to probe between her pussy lips, forcing
them apart and violating her.

   I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slipped my hand under it and
mauled her breasts through the cups of her bra.  I was almost giddy with
the feel of it all and began to rub my pussy up and down her leg to bring
myself off.  She let out a small yelp of fear but I didn't care.  She was
mine now.

   Suddenly my heart missed a beat; there was an almighty banging on the
cubicle door, and I heard a woman shouting.

   "What's going on in there, what are you doing?"

   I felt my blood turn to ice; I let go of the girl's gorgeous breasts and
groped for the knife on top if the cistern.  I glared at the girl and
pressed the cutting edge of the blade against her throat and my face told
her "Make one sound and you are dead."

   The woman banged on the door again.  "Open this door, who's in there? 
If you don't open the door I'll call the police." I breathed a slight sigh
of relief; at least it wasn't the Police.  But even so, I realised, my
situation was extremely dangerous.

   "Stop banging the door, I'm on the loo." I decided to try and bluff my
way out.

   "You've got someone in there with you, now open the door."

   I knew I had to take drastic action.  "There's no one in here, but if
it'll make you happy I'll open the door.  Just let me pull my knickers up."

   I gave one more threatening stare to my unfortunately reprieved captive
which promised extreme reaction if she did anything silly, and slid the
bolt back on the door.

   Cautiously I opened the door and peered round, trying to hide the
terrified schoolgirl behind me.  The woman was about my size but twice my
age, I relaxed a bit as a consequence.

   "See?" I told her, trying to sound annoyed rather than scared.  "There's
no one else here."

   She eyed me warily and tried to push the door open wider; as she peered
around me she took her eyes off me momentarily.  It was now or never.

   I punched her hard in the face; stunned she staggered back unsteadily. I
rushed after her and shoved her hard with both hands on her shoulder.  She
fell backwards and her head hit the wall with what can only be described as
a sickening thud.  The light in her eyes went out and she slumped down onto
the floor.  She was out cold (at the time I even thought I had killed her.)

   The girl in the cubicle gave an involuntary short scream of shock, I
spun round and took giant steps towards her, she cowered against the back
wall of the toilet clearly thinking I was about to do the same to her.

   Instead I rifled through her school bag until I found her purse; a quick
check in it told me what I wanted to know.

   I waved the purse at her.  "Right, Wendy." I now had her name and
address.  "I know where you live now, you tell anyone about this, if I see
one word in the papers, I will track you down and kill you.  Understand?"

   She had seen how violent I could be so she'd have no reason to doubt my
threat, and she nodded in dumb, terrified agreement.

   But I was still in extreme danger here; there was an unconscious woman
on one side of the room and a freshly molested schoolgirl on the other.  It
was time to go and fast.  I ran to the door of the toilets, pulled it open
and walked quickly, but not so quick as to draw attention, into the
shopping centre.

   I took the most direct route back to my car, took one look around to
make sure I was unobserved and removed my blonde wig realising that at any
minute the Police might start looking for a blonde woman.

   I was still shaking with fear, so much so that when I came to pay at the
exit of the multi-storey I found it very hard to steady my hand enough to
put the coins in the machine.

   As I drove away from the shopping centre I passed an ambulance going
full pelt with all its lights flashing in the opposite direction.  My
stomach knotted in fear; it looked like the interfering woman had been
discovered.  It would only be a matter of time before the police were out
looking for me.

   I headed out of Swansea towards Cardiff, but halfway there I had to turn
off the main road; I drove up into the hills, parked up in a lay-by and was
violently sick.  I walked about a bit feeling the cold air refresh me.  I
started to think a bit more clearly now.

   I threw the wig into the river that ran alongside the road, then I
cursed myself for taking the girl's purse; if any police stopped me and
found it the game would be up regardless of the fact I wasn't blonde.  I
had no real intention of going looking for her, that had just been said as
a threat, at that moment I had no real intention of abusing another girl
ever, so I took all identifying papers out of the purse and ripped them to
pieces and scattered them into the fast-flowing, dark water then threw the
purse in after them.

   The journey back to Cardiff was a nightmare; every time I saw a police
car I thought I was finished, but they all just passed me by.  I was a
nervous wreck by the time I got to my flat and just curled up on the bed
awaiting the inevitable knock on the door.  I knew I would almost certainly
go to jail for what I'd done today, and I knew well enough of the treatment
sex-offenders got in prison.  Filled with self-pity I burst into tears. 
The hunter had become the hunted.

   Self-pity is the most destructive emotion because it stops you doing
anything; you can even turn hate into something, but self-pity is like a
paralysing poison.  But for the rest of that day I was laid-low by it. 
Only slowly did I escape its grip, once I had though my mind began racing
with ideas; the main one was that I needed to get away for a few days.

   Somehow I managed to get some sleep, though not very much, I looked at
myself in the mirror the next morning and hardly recognised the drawn,
haggard face staring back at me.  I looked at the knuckles on my right hand
and noticed the bruises from the punch I'd administered.  Yes, I thought, I
needed to get away.

   First thing I did, though, was get my hands on a copy of the Western
Mail to see if there was any news.  It took a bit of finding but tucked
away on page 7 was a report of a woman found unconscious in a toilet in a
Swansea shopping centre, police were baffled as to the motive of the attack
having ruled out robbery and would have to wait for the woman to regain
consciousness so they could interview her.

   This was good for me in that there was no mention of a mystery blonde,
but bad in that she would come out of her coma at some point.

   Best of all, of course, was no mention of a sexual assault on a
schoolgirl; was this because the police were keeping it quiet, or had she
listened to my threat and just run away before any one else came along.  I
thought about it for a minute or two and decided that the latter was more
likely, perhaps my luck was returning.

   But regardless of these events, I felt so emotionally drained that I had
get away for a few days, the question was where to?

   I knew of a company that rented holiday cottages throughout Wales and
went to pay them a visit as soon as they opened, explained I needed a few
days away and did they have anywhere suitable.  They recommended a little
cottage in the hills: it sounded perfect so I took it at once.

   I got back to my place, packed a few clothes and raced off to the
solitude of the hills; less than 24 hours after the worst moment of my life
I was going into hiding.  Best of all, I thought, my mind was working
again.

   I had said I wanted somewhere isolated and they hadn't disappointed, the
cottage was at the end of a half-mile long track which was 2 miles outside
the nearest village.  I could hole up here and virtually no-one would know
where I was.  It was perfect.

   That night I sat in the lounge with a large glass of wine in front of a
roaring log fire and reflected on what had gone so disastrously wrong.

   Clearly, the sexual euphoria caused by abusing the little twins had made
me almost suicidally reckless and I'd forgotten all I'd ever thought about
being careful.  I'd gone after a girl in broad daylight in a public place
and very nearly paid the penalty (and I still could, I realised.)

   Even more stupid, I thought, was that I'd risked it all for a sexual
thrill that could last only a matter of minutes even if I hadn't been
interrupted; with all the luck in the world I could never had done to the
girl everything that I wanted to.  For that to happen I'd have to get the
girl to a place of my own choosing, a place where I could make her scream
all I wanted to and where I wouldn't be disturbed.

   Suddenly it struck me: somewhere like here.  If I could find a way to
get a young girl here I could do what I wanted to her for as long as I
wanted, even for days.  My pussy tingled almost in approval of this idea.
The only question was where I could find my victim, at that point in my
life I wasn't ready to kidnap a girl in the conventional sense (although on
reflection I had sort of kidnapped the girl in London) so I'd have to turn
to the only person who was able to provide a regular supply of girls to be
abused: Ruth.
I took another sip on my wine and leant back on the sofa and turned my
mind to the only problem with the girls in Ruth's care: how to stop them
telling people what had happened to them?  And with what I had in mind for
them they would almost certainly go to the police, and the trail would lead
first to Ruth and then probably to me.  It was the crux of the whole issue.
Even if I went beyond the ultimate taboo and silenced the girl for ever it
would leave Ruth in a dreadful position of having to explain to various

concerned parties where the girl had gone.

   No matter how long I pondered this question I just couldn't come up with
an answer and eventually the combination of the stress of the previous day,
the best part of a bottle of wine and the comforting heat of a real fire
lulled me into a deep sleep.

   It would be nice to be able to say that I found the solution in my
dreams but no such luck; the next morning all I had was a slightly sore
head but no answer.  I knew I'd have to ask Ruth if she had any solutions.
I drove into the village and phoned her, pleading with her to come out and
visit me, telling her I had a real problem and she was the only person I
could turn to.

   Inconvenient though the trip would be, Ruth agreed to come out that
evening and I spent a long time telling her how to find me in the dark
wilds of the Welsh hills at night (this was in the days before mobile
phones made getting lost no big deal.).  On the way back to the cottage I
stopped off at the village shop to get a newspaper and a couple more
bottles of wine; I guessed that Ruth would take some persuading to agree
with my ideas.

   That afternoon I scanned the paper to see if there was any update on my
debacle in Swansea but there was nothing new; not that it mattered to me
now, I was fairly sure the girl would keep quiet and even if the
interfering busy-body ever woke up from her coma what was there to link her
to me?  I felt no regret about what had happened to the woman; the only
emotion I felt was fear, but that was starting to dissipate now.  My
self-confidence had returned, and it was stronger than ever.

   About 8 in the evening a knock at the door announced Ruth's arrival; I'd
prepared a meal for her and we ate it while we chatted as if I calling her
out to an isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere was as normal as making
a cup of coffee.  I kept topping her glass up; I think she knew what I was
doing but appeared happy to go along with it.

   Finally she asked the question.  "So, Suze, what's your problem?  I hope
you're not having regrets about our little fun with the twins the other
night?"

   I laughed softly, "Far from it, to be honest I enjoyed it almost too
much."

   Then it all poured out of me, I told her about my trip to London to buy
various toys, my rape of the homeless girl in the hotel, my disaster in
Swansea and the woman left in a coma.  She listened without comment until
I'd finished, then shrugged.

   "Really, Suze, I had you down as smarter than to just to molest a girl
in a public toilet." Her voice had a mocking edge to it, but I could hardly
defend myself; I knew how stupid I'd been.  "Still, at least that
interfering bitch got hers.  But aren't the girls at the Home enough for
you?"

   "But that's the thing, Ruth, it's hard to explain, but I want to do
things to them that I can't in your flat, I want to hurt them so much that
they scream, and that can't be done there, so I was thinking.."

   Ruth leant forward slightly.  "Thinking what exactly?" I sensed she knew
the way my idea was going.

   "Well, I thought that if we could get one of your girls out somewhere
like here, we could be as brutal as we liked to them, and no-one would hear
anything except us."

   "That's no problem, Suze, all you had to do was ask and I'd have brought
a girl along tonight." She laughed as she said this, almost relieved that
this was all I was asking for.

   I shook my head.  "Not that simple, I'm worried that at some point one
of the girls at the Home will blab to someone and we'd all get arrested.  I
want to really hurt the little things and the chance they might go to the
police or anyone is too much of a risk."

   Ruth's eyes narrowed.  "That's a bit rich, coming from someone who
molested a girl in broad daylight, in a toilet in a busy shopping centre."

   I'd been half expecting that accusation and I sort of cringed backwards
into my chair "God, don't think I don't know that.  But that's what made me
think all the more about the safety angle.  Don't tell me you haven't
wanted to really hurt the little darlings?  That you've never wanted to
hear them scream without worrying about the consequences?"

   This seemed to hit home, and I suspected I was pushing at an open door.
She looked pensively at me.  "Go on."

   "Well, I was sort of hoping you could find a way of getting a girl who
won't be missed, one that we can abuse to our hearts content here for
several days and then won't have the chance to go to the police or anyone?"

   Now it was her turn to sit back in her chair.  "How do you expect me to
just `lose' a girl?  And where do you think I'm supposed to take her
afterwards?  We just say `Well, we've fucked you, tortured you and used you
as our toy for 4 days now, but no hard feelings, eh?' I mean, a bit of
tongue and groove is one thing, but the abuse you seem to have planned puts
it on a whole different level."

   It was exactly the problem I'd wrestled with the night before and I
didn't have an answer to it.  I shook my head.

   "Yeah, I know.  It's just a shame that I've discovered this place which
would be ideal to really abuse the little ones and I can't work out how to
get it sorted.  Look, ok, I'm sorry to drag you all this way just for you
to tell me exactly what I thought last night, but I didn't know what else
to do, and I do appreciate the fact you came all this way at the drop of a
hat."

   She leant back in her chair again, but this time in a slightly more
relaxed way, sipping her wine.  "Look, leave it with me.  I'll see if I can
think of anything." She smiled indulgently at me.  "I think I've had too
much to drive, any chance I can crash her tonight?"

   I smiled back.  "Sure hon, we'll have to snuggle up though, there is
only one bed."

   Her eyebrows fluttered as she drained her glass.  "Sounds delightful."

   We carried on talking the problem through as we lay in bed.  Ruth
suggested kidnapping a girl and for a moment I really considered it, before
regretfully concluding it was a non-starter.

   "That is a tempting idea, Ruth, but I'm not sure I could pull it off,
besides, what if, after I book this place for a weekend, we don't find an
available target?"

   "What about a paper-girl?  They're always about nice and early, I've had
some very wild fantasies about them."

   "Aren't there a lot of people going to work in the mornings though?"

   "Not if you chose the right area, plus the dark mornings are coming."

   It was tempting, as she said, but I wasn't ready to do anything that
adventurous yet - I think the incident in Swansea had knocked my daring
quite a bit - but Ruth had planted a seed in my mind and, over the next few
months, like her, I started to have dark thoughts about kidnapping a
paper-girl of about 12 or 13, to hold her struggling body hard against me
as I covered her mouth with a chloroformed rag before tying her wrists and
ankles, pressing some tape over her mouth, and locking in the boot of my
car.  Then disappearing into the darkness with my prize, getting her home
and carrying her unconscious little body upstairs to my bedroom, undressing
her and kissing her naked skin, pressing my face against her smooth, pale
young flesh.  Showing her a tenderness which would vanish the second she
woke up.

   "Nah, it's still too much of a gamble." I sadly concluded, yawning
deeply as fatigue and wine started to catch up with me.  Almost
instinctively my hand went to stroke her hair and caress her cheek. 
"Besides, if I kidnapped a girl to be abused for a few days only to be let
go again at the end of it, either we'd have to wear masks the whole time,
or she'd have to be blindfolded and I don't want to wear a stupid bag on my
head all weekend and I really want to see the terror in her eyes."

   Ruth grasped my hand and, bringing it to her lips, kissed it lightly. 
Her eyes didn't meet mine as she spoke.

   "You know what you're implying, Suze, don't you?"

   I did but I didn't.  Instead I just shrugged.

   "I don't know, Ruth, I'm just so fucking turned on by what we could do
here, and I can't see what I can do about it.  I do understand what you say
about the girls in your Home, and I know how just grabbing a girl at
random, with all the crap of a police hunt, and all that will make what
happened in that toilet in Swansea look like a parking ticket.  I just feel
so frustrated I could cry."

   I knew I was sounding like a petulant child stamping their feet but I
was really that wound-up; I'd found the perfect scenario but there was no
way of making it happen.

   Ruth propped herself up on her elbow and eased me down onto my back, she
lifted her leg so that it covered both of mine and I could feel the juices
of her (clearly turned on) pussy rub on one of my thighs as she spread her
legs.  (But whether she was turned on by me or the scenario we were
discussing I couldn't tell)

   Her face was now inches from mine and I felt one of her manicured nails
pushing my chin up so my mouth was touching hers.

   "Shhhh, Suze, baby, don't worry.  I've told you I'll see what I can do."

   Her lips pressed against mine, and as our tongues met she slowly rubbed
her pussy against my thigh just to make me settle.

   We slept together that night, but although we were both naked and spent
all night wrapped in each others arms we didn't make love; I think we both
knew that our real desires were too dark and too depraved for sex with
someone as an equal.

   The next morning, she was up early for the drive back to Cardiff. 
Before she left she sat on the bed and stroked my hand.  "I'll do some
thinking about what you said.  I'll call you at home if I think of
anything." She leant down and kissed my lips.  "See you soon."

   I heard her shut the front door of the cottage and my eyes filled with
tears; I thought I'd never hear from her again; that my recklessness in
with the girl in the toilet had convinced her I was a bad risk, and that
I'd freaked her out with my almost insane ramblings.

   I turned over, buried my face in a pillow and sobbed as if my heart
would break.
 
   Had I ruined the only chance I'd been given to explore my fantasies? 
Was I being unrealistic in trying to make them happen as I wanted them to?
Was I going to spend my life fantasising about abusing young girls, but
only being able to occasionally molest one in a public toilet, or at Ruth's
Council Home where the very environment shut down 75% of my desires?

   The rest of the day went in a dull haze; I could feel a wave of
depression coming over me and spent the daylight hours lying on the sofa
just staring into space until, finally I dragged myself into the kitchen to
fix a meagre sandwich to eat, then I went to bed and stared at the wall for
hours.

   The next morning I decided to return to Cardiff earlier than originally
planned, I'd reached the point where I didn't really care what happened
now; I wasn't going to hand myself in of course, but I no longer care if I
did get caught for the Swansea assault I was feeling that wretched.

   Still, I had enough about me to delay my return to Cardiff until the
evening so I could drop the keys to the cottage back to the rental company
after they'd closed.  When I got back to my flat I rushed to the answering
machine and was briefly elated to see the `message waiting' light flashing;
was it Ruth with good news?  I hardly dared hope but to my crushing
disappointment it was `only' my mother asking how I was.

   The next day I gave a quick call to the rental company using the excuse
of a fake family illness for my unexpected return but assuring them I'd
loved the place and would use it again soon.  As I put the phone down I
wondered where that had come from.  Did I know something deep down?

   The rest of the week was a grey blur; I did nothing, went nowhere,
fielded phone calls from my concerned mother (which I has to answer in case
it was Ruth), but generally I felt I was slipping away from the world.

   A few days later the phone went again; how I resisted the urge to pick
it up and shout "For God's sake mother, I'm ok." , I don't know - but I
did, and I was glad I did.

   "Suze, hon, how are you?" I almost cried as I recognised Ruth's voice,
luckily she didn't wait for me to reply.  "I must speak to you at once, can
I come round?"

   "Um, sure" I mumbled glancing round the place I'd slobbed out in for a
week, "Would you like to meet at the club?"

   "Rather not, I'd like this to be just between us, I've got something for
you." Her voice was almost electric with something.  This tone in her voice
seemed to re-energise me and like an animal awakening from hibernation I
felt myself coming back to life.

   She appeared at my flat within half an hour (I marvelled at how she'd
managed to remember it's location given that she'd only dropped me off
there once before but, not for the first time I'd underestimated her.) Ruth
accepted my apologies for the state of the place with slightly less
alacrity than she accepted the glass of wine I thrust into her hand as soon
as I'd let her go from the huge hug I gave as she entered.

   I indicated to her to sit on the sofa as I seated myself at the other
end.  Inwardly I was cursing for letting myself become such a slobbed out
waster over the past week, (although I'd finally got properly dressed after
Ruth called, my hair was a mess and my face showed definite signs of not
enough sleep and too many tears.) Ruth would have to have been blind not to
notice and she teased me affectionately about it.

   "Hell, Suze, I didn't think you'd miss me that much" she said,
smilingly, and I self-consciously looked away from her gaze because it was
her absence (in a strange sort of way) that had provoked my descent into
depression.

   "Anyway," she briskly carried on, noticing my subdued manner, "good
news, I've got the girl."

   My brain still wasn't fully in gear, and very stupidly I replied. 
"What, is she in the car?  But I haven't got the cottage booked." I nearly
cried as the notion that Ruth had got our perfect victim when the situation
wasn't set-up dawned on me.  Ruth simply laughed and took a swig of her
drink.

   "Suze, I love you to bits, but sometimes you do have moments of
incredible stupidity." I blushed and made flustered noises until she
carried on.  "Of course she's not in the car.  It's far better than that.
The question is can you get the cottage for this weekend?"

   My heart sank; I couldn't believe my bad luck.  I looked down at the
floor as I replied.  "Yea, I can get it almost certainly, but I know my
period is due any day.  I'm in no state to do anything when that happens."
Once again my heart felt like it was break; as soon as fate offered me my
chance, she immediately whipped it away.

   She leant forward and touched my knee.  "Oh hon, I know what you mean.
But don't despair; can you get it for the week after?"

   Confused I nodded.  "But will the girl still be around?"

   Ruth sat back and grinned very wickedly.  "Course she will, darling."

   "But I thought it wasn't just going to be a girl from the Home?"

   "Well, she is and she isn't.  Suze, hon, what I'm about to tell you must
go no further, understand?

   Intrigued and excited I nodded my agreement.

   Ruth carried on serenely.  "Remember at the cottage when you talked
about getting a girl to whom we could do anything we wanted?"

   Like a rather dumb dog I nodded again.

   "I knew then exactly who would be ideal."

   Surprised by this, I sat upright.  "So why didn't you tell me then?  Why
did you make me wait?" I blurted out indignantly.

   "More of that later, Suze." She went on without breaking stride as it
were.  "Inside Social Services there are certain children who are what we
call `the lost ones'."

   "We?" I asked, my curiosity well and truly awakened.

   "You don't think I'm the only person in our organisation who abuses the
children in our care?" I could tell Ruth was teasing me now; her dominant
personality was coming into its own.  "There are a few of us in fairly high
positions, and we know all about the children in our care.  Most of them
have simply had crap lives but have relatives who keep in touch so they can
be abused but we can't do anything more with them."

   "Aren't you afraid they'll talk?  That's my biggest fear in this?"

   "They may, but who'll believe them?  They're just Care Home kids, people
will assume they're just lying." (She was right about that back in the
early 80's), "But every so often there come some children who have no
relatives, no one to wonder why they are no longer around.  These are the
ones we call `the lost ones'."

   "What happens to them?" I asked somewhat naively.

   "They vanish.  Not to put too fine a point on it we sell them.  We're
careful not to `lose' too many from any particular Home so we spread them
around, so to speak.  Officially they're listed as absconded; kids run away
from our sort of places all the time and the Police frankly aren't
interested."

   I actually felt my jaw drop as I listened to her; it was almost
unbelievable, but I knew instinctively it was true.  "Who do you sell them
to?"

   "The sex industry; there is an insatiable demand for young girls and
boys and we're happy to provide it."

   "They get turned into prostitutes?" I asked with a slight sense of
arousal starting deep within me.

   "I guess so, in truth I don't know the exact details, but I guess
fucking comes into it quite a lot."

   "Aren't you afraid one might get `found' and reveal all?" Once again my
deep seated fear expressed itself.

   With just a hint of exasperation in her voice at my constant harping on
about being found out Ruth tried to calm my fears.  "Well, Suze, I've been
selling them for 10 years now and none of them have ever come back to haunt
me.  I've done quite well out of it truth be told, and I have a plan for
just in case it all goes wrong.  But I've very little to be afraid of."

   "What happens to them in the end?" I asked, with a genuine sense of
wonder.

   "Don't know, don't care.  As I said none of them have ever come forward
so I'm guessing they don't retire with a pension.  Because I run a Girl's
Home I only supply girls, the boys come from Boy's Homes naturally."

   "Wow" was my fairly pathetic response to all this, but Ruth didn't seem
to mind.

   "I tend not to get involved too deeply with them once they're sold.  I
did go once as a spectator, if you like, when I supplied a little 11 year
old sweetie."

   "What happened to her?"

   "She was gang-raped by about a dozen middle aged men, it was fairly
brutal." Ruth's voice was so matter of fact as she described it that she
may as well have been talking about a trip to the corner shop.

   "Did you join in?"

   "No, 12 sweaty middle aged men getting naked and horny does nothing for
me.  I just watched.  As I said it was brutal, and there was blood which
I've never had a taste for.  But when we talked at the cottage it dawned on
me that we could have a bit of fun with the girl I've got lined up before
my customers take receipt of her."

   I spotted something odd in her statement.  "But if you knew of this girl
when we talked, why didn't you tell me then?  I've been dying for a week."
I began to get a bit outraged at Ruth's behaviour.

   She held up a hand to pause my rant just as it was getting up steam. 
"Listen; remember I said I've very little reason to fear anything bad will
happen?  And that there is an insatiable demand for young flesh?" I nodded.
"Well, the people I deal with don't want to get caught either, so they take
out `insurance' for want of a better word.  You see, a lot of the men who
abuse these young things are very respectable members of society - there is
almost a direct correlation between the outward respectability of some of
them and the depravity they subject the young kids too.  Blackmail is a
dirty word, but it's pretty accurate.  In return for the chance to indulge
their darkest fantasies my customers use these people for protection.  They
pay for the chance to fuck a young boy or girl of course and because there
is always a fresh supply they're pretty happy to protect the suppliers,
whether it's by quashing any investigations or by discouraging journalists
from looking into the county's Care Homes.  All men are corruptible, Suze.
Oh except your father of course."

   "What do you mean by that?" The shock in my voice was genuine; what did
my father have to do with this?

   "Just that according to my sources your father is one of the most
incorruptible businessmen in Wales, if not the UK."

   Indignantly I spluttered my next question.  "You've been checking up on
my family?"

   "Well, on you really Suze.  The reason I was non-committal at the
cottage was that I needed to check whether you were under-cover or
anything. One of my customers put me in touch with a very high ranking
police officer who is a frequent abuser of little girls and he very kindly
checked you out for me.  He was very thorough, given that all I had was
your telephone number.  I didn't even know your surname or anything really
but he got it all for me.  How do you think I was able to find my way here
again?" She was chuckling slightly now, but I was bewildered and shocked.

   "I came up clean then I guess."

   "Yep, you're one of us.  Don't take my snooping badly Suze; you're
always telling me what risks we're running.  I was merely eliminating one
of those risks."

   I smiled slightly, I could see her reasoning; plus I'd cleared the
inspection.

   "So, Suze, if you can get the cottage for next weekend I'll tell the
girl that she's moving to another Home on Friday evening and we'll come
straight there.  I'll tell my customers to pick her up from the cottage on
Sunday evening, So we'll have the whole weekend to play with the little
thing." I cringed a bit.  "Do your buyers have to come to the cottage,
can't you meet them elsewhere?"

   "Come on, Suze, what do you think they'll do, go to the police?  I'd
like you to meet them anyway, they're nice people."

   It was strange how Ruth could use the word `nice' to describe people who
pimped out young children for sex to anyone with the money, but then, I
reflected, I'd probably describe Ruth as `nice', so I guessed it was just a
way of separating 2 aspects of our lives.

   "Yea, fair enough.  Wow, a whole weekend to do whatever we want."

   "A whole weekend with our own sex-toy.  You can make her scream as much
as you like."

   I felt my pussy tingle in anticipation of the pain I was going to
inflict on the unknown girl, and the amount of pleasure she was going to
give me.  "What's she like, then?"

   "She's 13, nearly 14.  She's called Charlotte.  She's average looks,
average build.  Nice pair of tits for her age; I reckon they could take
some abuse.  She wears glasses and has long, black hair.  I don't think
she's a virgin as her file mentions some sexual abuse from an uncle in the
past.  She's actually a very outgoing, cheerful girl given the crap she's
gone through"

   My chance to deflower a virgin would have to wait for another day
(although I was willing to bet her anal virginity was still intact), but
otherwise she sounded perfect.  My only dread was how I would get through
the next 11 days without exploding.  Still, it would give me plenty of time
to plan my abuse.

   "Have you ever been able to do whatever you want to a girl before?" I
asked Ruth as something was telling me she was as excited and nervous as I
was.

   "Never had to, hon, I've got all the girls at the Home whenever I want
them, but this plan is really starting to turn me on.  Thing is, Suze,
there aren't that many people like us in the world.  The number of lesbians
is small anyway, and so to find one who likes abusing and dominating young
girls is much, much smaller."

   "But you found Amanda and me, so we are out there, surely?"

   "Yes, I did find you 2 and I love you both dearly for finding me too,
but we are very few and far between.  We can be found, but it can be a
long, lonely life until then.  After a while you'll spot them, but until
them be prepared to be lonely."

   I smiled at her reassuringly .  "It's going to be the greatest
experience of our lives."

   It would have been tempting to spend the rest of the time until
Charlotte came to stay just lying in bed frigging myself to exhaustion but
I knew things had to be done.

   First off (and this was probably the most crucial thing) the cottage had
to be booked.  Luckily for us (and unluckily for Charlotte) it was free for
that weekend and I hurried along to the company's office to secure the
booking.  The receptionist was a stunningly pretty girl in her late teens
and I was so distracted by thoughts of having her there too as a sex toy
that I completely ignored her as she went through the booking details.  I
broke out of my reverie and stammered an apology, my face reddening and I
just wanted to wipe the amused smirk of her face.  I think, seeing as she
was that sort of girl, that she knew most people (of both genders) fancied
her but she could have no idea of the exact nature of my lust for her.

   I left the building and started homewards, then was struck by an idea. I
took a longer route than normal so I could visit a shop that supplied
equestrian equipment.  Feigning ignorance about the subject (which wasn't
difficult) I went in and enquired about buying a riding crop.  The woman
behind the counter, a real battle-axe in her 50's asked who it was for and
I blurted out my 13 year old niece.

   The selection she showed me all looked quite small and when I pointed
this out she replied that this was the ideal size for the horses girls that
age would be riding.  I hummed and hawed, trying to think of a way of
getting hold of a larger one and in the end fell back on the excuse that
I'd prefer a full adult version as my niece was quite big for her age so
her horses were bigger, plus it would be nice if my sister could use it
too.

   The woman looked at me with an odd, yet understanding look and finally
produced the mean strip of toughened leather I'd been after.  She gave me
an even more knowing look when she saw my delighted reaction.  I thought of
Ruth's words about how few of us there are in the world and suspected this
woman might be one of us.  10 years later I would have had the
self-assurance to try and lead her on, but at that stage I was too
inexperienced and I meekly paid my money and left with the crop.

   Outside I was struck by the cover story I'd used.  My niece?  My sister?
All that silly girl wanted to do was get married and have kids.  But then,
I thought, if she did give me a niece what an opportunity that would be.

   I was in a real dilemma for the rest of the countdown to our great
adventure; I was really horny but didn't want to risk another fiasco like
in Swansea so had to resort to fantasies.  I'd drive miles into the hills
and valleys of South Wales; sometimes I'd even swing past the cottage just
to make sure it hadn't burnt down or something.  Sometimes in the afternoon
I'd see girls coming home from school, sometimes singly sometimes in groups
or pairs but always so temptingly pretty in their short school skirts.  I
think it was around that time that I first began to seriously think about
the mechanics of kidnapping a girl; how would I subdue her?  Would I need
to?  Perhaps I could just lure her away, after all children are always told
not to talk to strangers but the strangers most people have in mind are
male, very few girls expect the nice, pleasant woman offering them a lift
to avoid the rain that always seems to fall here to be a depraved abuser of
young bodies.

   One of the waiting days I was parked in a small town, ostensibly reading
a paper but really secretly lusting after the girls walking by.  Two passed
my car deep in conversation, they were about 15 I'd say and as I watched
them move away from my car I began to fantasise about abducting both of
them together, over the next few weeks and months I'd brood on this theme
for hours sometimes.  I didn't know how I'd do it, or where I'd be able to,
but I knew that at some point in the future I would have two girls in my
clutches at the same time.

   One thing I did notice that week was that the clothing the girls wore
(both in real life and in my fantasy) was becoming more and more important
to me; uniforms (whether school or Brownie or Guides) seemed to make the
fantasy much more intense.  I began to wonder if I could get hold of a
schoolgirl's uniform for our weekend of depravity but in the end decided
that buying a uniform without the girl who was going to be wearing it might
draw attention to myself and I didn't want anything going wrong.  But I
knew that in the future, when everything was in place, I would make my
victims dress up as exactly the fantasy I liked.

   The last few days before the weekend were an absolute torture; I even
surreptitiously watched the street from my flat, wearing nothing but a
dressing gown and stroking my pussy every time a young girl; I even found
myself fingering my throbbing pussy during an episode of Grange Hill.

   On the Wednesday before our fun Ruth popped round just to make final
arrangements.  I mentioned the uniform idea and a wicked smile spread over
her face, she nodded and told me to leave it with her.  I showed her my
handcuffs and strap-on from my London trip plus the crop and she nodded
approvingly.  I also showed her some clothes pegs I'd bought.  She looked
quizzically at me for a second.

   "I did say I was going to make her scream, remember.  And you did say
her breasts were ready for some abuse." I laughed and she smiled and shook
her head as if to say I was too much.

   We talked about how soon after Charlotte's arrival we'd subdue her and
ran through various scenarios until we settled on the most direct one: she
would ostensibly be taking the girl to another Home but would suggest they
pop into a friends cottage on the way, maybe have a good meal etc as the
kitchens at the new Home would be closed by the time they got there.  She'd
bring Charlotte in, introduce us, I'd give her a welcoming hug and pin her
arms behind her allowing Ruth to snap on the hand-cuffs she'd hidden in her
handbag; we could then push her down onto the sofa so I could strip her
from the waist down while Ruth lay on top of her.  Once she was naked from
the waist down I could tie her ankles together while Ruth cut off whatever
she was wearing `up top' to leave her completely naked.  Then the fun would
begin.

   Ruth said as she was leaving that while we planning this scene I was
like a Cheshire cat on a hot tin roof; but all I remembered was the sexual
thrill coursing through my body.  When I reflected long afterwards on what
she'd said I realised I would need to be much more in control of my
expressions in future: It's one thing to reasonably think that a young girl
will accept a lift from a woman she doesn't know, but no girl would take a
ride with a strange woman who grins at them in a manic manner.

   Finally, Friday rolled around.  I spent the morning shopping for food
and drink for the weekend, before packing.  I didn't need many clothes as
there were no plans to leave the cottage at all; in truth I had more lube,
sex toys and abuse implements than outfits in my case.

   Mid-afternoon I went to the rental company to collect the keys, my hand
was actually shaking as I signed the receipt for the keys I was that
excited and I tried to avoid eye-contact with the pretty (but didn't she
know it) receptionist.  I was actually quite proud that I kept the contact
to a minimum and merely mumbled "Thanks, see you Monday," to her.  I had
actually been that close to trying to lure her up to the cottage to, even
though deep down I knew that would have been a catastrophically stupid
idea.

   I got to the cottage about 4 in the afternoon (Ruth and Charlotte were
due between 6 and 7) and quickly got myself sorted; food and drink in the
fridge or the cupboard; duct tape and a pair of scissors pushed between the
cushions of the sofa, other sexual toys distributed between the lounge and
the bedroom depending on where I thought they'd be more fun.  Then I just
had to wait.  And wait.  And wait.

   I was so high on nervous excitement that the waiting tore me to shreds
so such an extent that after an hour I had to rush to the bathroom to be
physically sick; I knew I would have to overcome this sort of reaction if I
was going to continue in my quest for girls to abuse after this weekend.  A
mental image of me trying to entice a school-girl into my car while
simultaneously grinning like a manic Cheshire cat and throwing up, and this
made me laugh so much that my nerves seemed to vanish in an instant.

   Even though I felt better time still dragged, and my mind still raced
and worried: would it all go as planned?  What if either Ruth or I suddenly
felt unable to go through with the brutal and sustained abuse of a totally
innocent victim?  What if it just didn't live up to all my fantasies? 
Although I'd already abused 4 girls this was different; I knew I was in a
doorway between 2 lives, actually stepping through it was a leap into the
unknown.

   Finally, just after 7 there was a knock at the door.  I took a deep
breath, composed myself as best I could and went to open the door both
literally and metaphorically.

   I feigned surprise as I saw Ruth and Charlotte and welcomed them in as
the night outside was pretty bleak to be honest; Charlotte was actually (in
my opinion) a bit better looking than Ruth's rather dismissive description
of her, but she was certainly as bright and outgoing as Ruth had described
her.

   Ruth briefly told me the prepared crap about going up-country and didn't
want to be a burden etc, but was there any chance of a meal as Charlotte
(as she'd now been introduced) wouldn't get any food at her new Home this
late at night.

   I smiled and moved towards the young girl.  "Sure, Ruth, no problem. 
You should have let me known you were coming, but I can rustle something
up. Hi Charlotte, nice to meet you." I gave her a hug and suddenly the trap
was sprung.

   I ran my hands down her arms, gripped her hands and forced them behind
her, Ruth, who had silently moved closer as I spoke, grabbed Charlotte's
wrists and snapped her hidden hand-cuffs on them.

   Charlotte bucked in my grip as she felt her arms being restrained and
screamed in a shocked voice, but as soon as Ruth had the cuffs on she
pushed Charlotte forward and I stepped aside to allow the two to fall onto
the sofa with Ruth's mature, fuller frame easily pinning the girl beneath
her.  I dropped to my knees and grabbed Charlotte's kicking legs.  She
caught me a couple of close range blows but I was so full of adrenaline
that I barely noticed.

   I reached up her denim clad legs to the button of her jeans and popped
it open as she vainly attempted to throw off Ruth's superior weight.  She
was screaming despite Ruth's attempts to cover her mouth with her hand but
I wasn't bothered by the girl's distress; of course it merely excited me
more.

   As the waistband of the girl's jeans loosened I started to pull them
roughly down her legs, my fingers pressing against her smooth, firm thighs
as I did so, her knickers came slightly down too so was able to undress her
almost in one sweep.  I struggled briefly with her shoes and socks but this
actually helped us disable Charlotte better as her jeans down around her
ankles stopped her being able to kick out at me.

   Now gripping her lower legs very tightly with one arm I started to work
her shoes and socks off one by one, before grabbing the rucked up hem of
her jean legs and pulling them off her.  Still holding her calves tight I
leant forward to retrieve the black-tape I'd hidden under the sofa and
swiftly wrapped 2 or 3 lengths around her legs at her ankles and then at
her knees.

   Grabbing the scissors from the same hiding place I moved up to help Ruth
restrain our prey even more.  I started to grab Charlotte's jumper and
began to cut at it with the blades, while I did this I noticed Ruth
pressing herself against the girl (which actually made my job harder) and
one of her hands was already pressing down onto her bottom and fingers were
pressing between her restrained legs.

   It was now almost like a shark feeding frenzy; Charlotte was screaming
and bucking as best she could against Ruth's greater weight so much so that
Ruth was almost lifted about like a rider in a wild-west rodeo; all this
time I was still hacking away at the girl's jumper, and at any time the
scissors might end up actually stabbing her before we'd even had any fun. -
this was not going to plan at all.

   Almost instinctively I took charge of the situation, I stopped cutting
her clothes and, grabbing her wildly, tossing head by her hair I held the
closed scissors against her throat so she knew the steel was there but
there was no danger of me accidentally cutting her throat.

   "Listen bitch." I panted due to my exertions.  "You're ours now, there's
nothing you can do, no one knows you're here.  Feel these scissors against
your throat?  If you don't shut and stop struggling it will take me 1
second to cut your fucking throat.  So, you going to calm down?"

   This vicious threat worked and the terrified and outnumbered girl
stopped struggling long enough for me to cut off the rest of her clothing
while Ruth continued to pin her down on the sofa.  Finally, she was ours;
naked, bound and absolutely terrified.  I knelt back on the floor, throwing
her clothes towards the corner of the room, before turning back to face
her. Ruth was pressing Charlotte's face sideways into the cushions of the
sofa so that her eyes were forced to lock with mine.  They were tear-filled
and wild with fear of the unknown.  She was not screaming yet, merely
repeating in a series of sobs.  "Please, miss, don't hurt me.  Please don't
hurt me."

   Silly bitch, I thought, a fly may as well ask a spider not to devour it.

   Motioning for Ruth to climb off her, I dragged Charlotte from the sofa
onto the carpet, propping her up almost sideways against the furniture.  My
eyes feasted on her naked vulnerability as I grasped at her breasts and
twisted them; she arched back against the sofa and now let out an agonised
scream as my nails dug into her twisted flesh.  As I let go, I gave each
breast a sharp slap, before fixing her gaze once again.

   "See, we can do what we want to you now.  Scream all you like, no-one
can hear you.  You are here just for us to play with, so you have a choice:
make it difficult for us and you will suffer, I assure you of that, or just
let us have our fun and you'll be ok.  Understand?" I reinforced this last
word by slapping her breasts again (and how the feel of my hand on her
firm, yet pliant flesh, was heavenly) before slapping her face.

   Ruth now put her arm around terrified girl, gripping her roughly by the
shoulder and pulling her into her; as she was pulled back against Ruth I
leant forward and, slipping an arm around the girl's waist to balance
myself, pressed my mouth onto one of her breasts and bit hard.

   The effect was electric; both on her and me.  She bucked, writhed and
screamed as my teeth dug into her fleshy mound and I had to grip the smooth
skin of her waist to keep her still even though she was being held by Ruth.

   But, oh my God, the scream simply made my pussy ooze.  I was finally
doing what I'd wanted to do for months; inflicting unbearable pain on a
young girl simply for my sexual pleasure - and I knew I had all weekend to
inflict more pain on her.

   I drew back, a thread of my saliva stretching between my mouth and her
breast until it broke.  Her tits were as gorgeous as Ruth had described
them, and I stared almost transfixed at my teeth-marks around her nipple;
I'd done that?  It was almost like branding the girl as my own personal
property and I dropped my free hand to my rub my pussy through the denim of
my jeans - even then I could feel a very slight damp feeling on my crotch
as my excitement spread from my pussy.

   I looked up at Charlotte's face; Ruth had now moved her arm across the
girl's throat which had stifled her screams and also now held her head
steady.  Our prey looked at me with terrified, tear-filled eyes, trying to
plead for mercy even though Ruth was choking her.

   I smiled evilly at her and brought my face close to hers, I could feel
her hot, panicked breath on my lips and nose as I balanced myself with my
hands on her firm thighs.

   "Oh, you have no idea what's going to happen to you, you little slut."
With that I pressed my lips onto hers and raped her mouth with my tongue as
Ruth held her head rigid in her grip so hard that as I kissed Charlotte I
could feel her choking as she tried to escape my tongue and Ruth's
vice-like grip.  With one hand held her shoulder to stop me toppling over
on top of her but my other dug it's nails into her left thigh, I moved my
legs so they were straddling her right leg and started to rub against and
as she tried to scream against my over-powering mouth and physical force,
and although the feel of her slender leg pressing against the denim of my
jeans was almost minimal I orgasmed just through the sheer feeling of
complete and utter sexual domination of a young girl.

   Over the next few minutes both Ruth and I sort of lost control of
ourselves; the realisation that we had actually done it, that Charlotte was
ours for the weekend.  No-one knew where she was, no-one knew where we
were. The weekend, as the saying goes, started here.

   Ruth, while still gripping Charlotte round the throat with her arm,
forced her other hand between the girl's legs, almost punching her thighs
apart before pressing her fingers against the youngsters pussy, she
squeezed the soft mound, her nails combing the soft, new growth of pubic
hair while one finger-tip pressed roughly between her pussy lips.

   I now got an obsession with Charlotte's breasts and her reaction to my
maltreatment of them.  I gripped both nipples with my fingers and thumbs
and twisted and pulled them, loving the way her eyes filled with tears and
the choked noises she was making despite Ruth's arm.  I was also getting
turned on by the way her initially very pale, white skin was rapidly
reddening.

   I bit her breast again, hard until she screamed through Ruth's choke
grip; her body writhing vainly against the grip of her captor and my teeth
pressing hard into her firm, fleshy mound.  I felt her small, nipple on my
tongue and flicked it as I kept the pressure on her skin, before dragging
my teeth back and clamping down on the girl's nipple.  I looked up to see
tears of pain absolutely streaming down her face which was contorted in
both pain and fear.  My pussy was on fire now; Christ knows what it will be
like at the end of the weekend I thought.

   Ruth now dropped her mouth onto Charlottes neck and kissed and sucked at
it, rather like a depraved female vampire, before breaking away but leaving
a vivid love-bite on the teenager's slim neck.

   She caught my gaze and grinned.  "I've always wanted to do that to the
little teasers, but have never been able to as it's a bit obvious, gonna
have fun with this little minx." I looked down and saw her middle finger
jerking about inside Charlotte's pussy, the rest of her hand gripping the
girl's crotch almost viciously tightly.

   I pulled the teenager's nipple as far as I could and shook it almost
like a terrier with a rat; strange gurgling noises were coming from her
pressured throat now it came back to me; I realised I actually had the
power of life and death over someone; and it turned me on more than
anything I'd ever experienced..

   For a brutal few minutes we stamped our power all over the frightened,
young girl; Ruth abusing her pussy with her darting fingers, whilst I
assaulted her breasts (which, I'd decided, were going to get especially
rough treatment over the next couple of days.), but finally our initial
burst of energy began to drain and very slowly we slackened off our abuse.

   I slumped back with my legs tucked under each other, my panties so wet
that the crotch of my jeans showed a very large damp patch, my pussy
already feeling sensitive despite I hadn't even touched it yet - I felt as
if just one finger tip would start an orgasm.  I smiled evilly as I admired
the marks my teeth had left on the teenager's firm breasts; very sparse
flecks of the original very pale skin were almost totally hidden by red
blotches or teeth marks.

   Ruth slowly released her grip on Charlotte's throat, allowing the
red-faced girl to greedily suck air into her starved lungs.  At the same
time Ruth ripped her fingers from the girl's pussy making her cry out in
shock and pain; clearly she hadn't enjoyed her initiation into our
depravity.

   The girl slid sideways onto the floor, alternately gasping and sobbing.
She looked up at us with tear-filled eyes, half fearful and half accusing.
"Please, miss, please don't hurt me anymore.  I won't tell anyone, miss,
honest.  Please just take me to the new Home.  I promise I won't tell
anyone.  Please don't hurt me anymore."

   We both sniggered at this, before Ruth shattered her final delusion. 
"You're never going to another Home, you little slut.  This is just the
start."

   My personal exhaustion was only temporary; pushing my self to my feet I
grasped Charlotte's hair and pulled her struggling to her feet.  I moved
around her and sat down on the sofa, the damp patch on my panties and jeans
was spreading slowly and slightly coldly to my inner thighs (I knew I'd
have to get naked soon), I jerked the girl's head forward so her body -
made unstable by her restraints - fell over my lap; letting go of her hair
I rested my right hand on her bare bottom.  I gazed at the flesh; it was
the same pale hue that her breasts were before I abused them into a mottled
vivid red and I knew I was going to do the same to this.

   Ruth squatted down in front of Charlotte's head, lifting it by her hair
and started to shower kisses on the girl's face; while I started to dig my
nails slowly but viciously into the firm, smooth flesh of her buttocks. 
Ruth's mouth was covering the girl's so her yells of agony were muffled in
a series of slobbering noises as Ruth took advantage of Charlotte's open
mouth to push her tongue in and give her a real frenching, her hands
gripping the agonised girl's face as if in a vice.

   Now, I thought, I'd really give her something to yell about.  I raised
my hand from her bottom and brought it down with all the force I could
muster.  The effect was electric; she jerked her head free of Ruth's tight
grasp - making her fall over slightly from her squatting position - and
gave the most ear splitting scream.  This was what I'd been dreaming darkly
about ever since that first night at the Girl's Home; the chance to inflict
extreme pain on a helpless young girl and to hear her screams.  Honestly,
the screams were as potent on my pussy as a vibrator and my panties, jeans
and legs were now absolutely soaked.

   Ruth laughed as she pushed herself upright, and started to unbutton her
blouse very rapidly before reaching smoothly behind her to unhook her bra
and discard it so she was now topless; as I raised my hand for further
blows on Charlotte's defenceless bottom Ruth forced her breasts into the
girl's face.

   As I spanked her rapidly reddening arse as fast and hard as I could,
Ruth pressed her breasts onto Charlotte's face, effectively muffling her
pained screams, and also making it very hard for her to breathe again. 
Once more the realisation that this girl's actual life was in our hands
gave me a huge added thrill, and made me feel as if I'd actually wet myself
I was so wet down there.

   Of course the teenager tried to wriggle free but with her wrists cuffed
behind her all I needed to do was grab her hands and push her arms upwards
to render all struggles even more futile than they were before.

   I pounded her now vivid red flesh until my hand was stinging almost as
her bottom must have been, but I was still driven by a lust to inflict pain
on her and so dug my nails into her hot, glowing flesh,

   She screamed even louder now, and Ruth laughed as she grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her face free from her breasts.  Now the young girl really
began to scream and wail; her restrained body wracked with deep sobs and
with each sob her body writhed against me.

   I ran my hand down the back of her legs, making sure my nails scratched
her flesh down to her knees, and then I suddenly pushed my fingers hard
against her pussy, cupping it for a split second in my grip and then
forcing 2 fingers brutally inside her.

   Her pussy was tight and my dry fingers didn't slide in as easily as I'd
thought they would and I was immediately glad I'd remembered to bring the
lube with me as her body jerked forward as I invaded her (as you'll no
doubt have realised my concern about the lube was purely for my own
enjoyment rather than the girl's comfort.)

   Ruth gestured for me to hold the girl upright and as I did so she stood
up and swiftly undressed before sitting down on the sofa and, spreading her
legs, indicated that I should push Charlotte between them which I did quite
easily despite the fact that because she was bound so effectively she was a
virtual dead-weight.

   Ruth grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her face onto her pussy, which I
could see was glistening and sticky (as mine must have been too); as she
pivoted forwards into Ruth's crotch I started to spank her bottom again
jerking her face deeper into the sticky mess of Ruth's pubic hair.  I could
see Ruth's hand tightening it's grip on Charlotte's hair as she fought
against the girl's desperately futile attempts to pull away.

   "Lick it, lick it you little bitch." Ruth panted as her body twisted on
the sofa, her large, slightly overweight, thighs pressing briefly against
the little butterfly pinned onto her snatch.

   I sprung to my feet, knowing Charlotte was totally helpless despite her
attempts to avoid Ruth's juices oozing into her mouth, and dashed up the
stairs two at a time and into the bedroom.  Grabbing the tube of lube from
my case I ran downstairs again to see Ruth holding the girl's head against
her pussy with one hand while her other was clutching at her own head in
orgasmic frenzy.  I could see the muscles in Charlotte's throat working
frantically and guessed her mouth was being flooded as Ruth came.

   I started to undress in such a hurry that my fingers kept missing the
buttons on my blouse and jeans but even so it was only about 30 seconds
until I too was totally naked; I was right about the state of my knickers
and jeans - they were almost as damp a if they'd just come out of a washing
machine.

   I knelt beside Charlotte's small, vulnerable backside, gorgeously pushed
out by her unnatural position of being forced forward into Ruth's pussy. 
The girl's white flesh was still marked by my hand-prints and nail marks
and the way her body was struggling against her ordeal was something I
could have watched for ages if I hadn't had other things on my mind.

   I started to spank her arse again, once again as viciously as I could
and I saw each blow jerk her face harder into Ruth's pussy which, in turn,
took the older woman further into ecstasy.  As my hand started to ache once
again I stopped the spanking and squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto my
fingers and then pressed them straight against Charlotte's pussy.

   Maybe it was the shock of my sharp nails suddenly sliding into her
pussy, or whether it was the sudden effect of the cold gel on her sore
lips, but the girl squirmed her face clear of Ruth's crotch for a split
second and screamed a short, loud yell of outrage.

   She seized her moment and started babbling.  "Please, miss, please stop,
please stop.  Please let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise miss, I pro
mmmmfff" Her voice was cut off as Ruth pressed the girl's mouth back onto
her wet pussy but even though she held Charlotte's face very hard into her
pussy I could still hear the girl scream as I worked my fingers inside her.

   Ruth gave a final convulsive jerk as her orgasm ended and slumped back
on the sofa, still maintaining her vice-like grip on the young girl's hair.
Her eyes snapped open and fixed on mine.  "You have to get some of this
little slut's tongue."

   She stood up, dragging Charlotte into a kneeling upright position and
stepped sideways, making sure she dragged the girl's head painfully to one
side indicating for me to take her place on the sofa, so leaving my assault
on Charlotte's pussy for the moment.  I stood up and moved swiftly onto the
sofa; as I sat down I felt a damp patch on the cushions from Ruth's orgasm
and it gave a split second feeling of unpleasantness before that was swept
aside as Ruth pushed the girl between my thighs.  She gave a shrill scream
of fear before the older woman's hand pushed her face -tear stained and
sticky with Ruth's juices - onto my glistening snatch.

   "Lick it, you little bitch." Ruth hissed as she held Charlotte's face
into my pussy; I briefly felt the girl's lips and tongue on my lips before
I came; I clamped the girl's head with my thighs and twisted onto my side
unbalancing her and forcing her to fall to the side too.

   For a second or two all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears,
then as my body untensed and I let the young girl slide sobbing and gasping
to the floor I became aware of Ruth laughing sadistically at Charlotte's
discomfort.

   The teenager lay on the floor on her side coughing and spluttering as
she gasped for air, the lower part of her face literally coated in mine and
Ruth's juices; yet despite the assault she'd just endured her eyes glowed
with a fierce resentment that had replaced her initial fear, and as Ruth
stepped over her to sit beside me on the sofa she glared up at the woman
who had abducted her and real defiance shone in her eyes.

   She coughed a few more times.  "As soon as I get to the new Home, I'm
going to tell on you both." She snarled at us, her defiance as unexpected
as it was unwise.

   Ruth just laughed at the outburst - she'd probably heard it loads of
times before - but something about it bothered me.  It dawned on me that
she wasn't `broken' yet; she had to be made to be absolutely terrified of
our existence.  The germ of a plan was sown in my head.

   As a starter I just stood up, picked up my very damp panties, knelt down
by her head and forced them into her mouth as a gag.  She struggled at
first and tried to refuse them but what could she do?  A helpless, bound
teenage girl lying on the floor against an older woman with total control
over her?  It was child's play (no pun intended) to force my damp panties
between her lips and teeth; a few hard slaps on her face, which made her
wince visibly much to my delight, helped her to realise that resisting the
inevitable was pointless and she finally just seemed to give up and let me
push the thin cotton into her mouth.

   I sat back on the sofa besides Ruth and we both laughed as a sort of
release from all the tension, both sexual and personal; as we looked down
on Charlotte lying in front us, totally naked, her arms pinned behind her
and her ankles bound, her eyes staring wildly at us and her mouth gagged
with my heavily soiled panties and we realised we'd done it.

   It was almost time to get back to normal; I don't mean let our 13 year
old play-thing go of course, but that things like food for the evening was
needed.  Our sex-toy may have eaten pussy but I was starving and I guessed
Ruth was too so, stepping over our little pet, I went into the kitchen to
make prepare some supper after throwing some clothes back on - after all
frying pans spit hot fat and much though I love to inflict pain on my prey,
I'm not too keen on the thing myself..

   A bit later I came back through with 2 plates of beans and sausages;
Ruth (now wearing a dressing gown) and I sat on the sofa watching the early
evening news on TV, sometimes ignoring the naked, glaring teenager lying on
the floor between us and the TV, and sometimes taking it in turns to feed
her from our forks, laughing as we teased her hungry mouth by moving the
fork away just as she was about to eat the food.

   This torment eventually cracked her sullen defiance and she really
started to wail and cry; no real words just the odd thing you could
recognise like "Mummy".

   For a reason I still find hard to explain my pussy tingled as the girl
sobbed that word.  I leant forward on the sofa.

   "Ah, little girl wants her mummy?" at this point my voice was almost
delicate; then it dropped an octave.

   "But your mummy didn't want you, did she?  That's why she gave you away
to people like us.  She knew that all you were fit for was to lick women's
pussies and let them touch you `down below'.  Face it, you little tart,
your mother hated you, she knew you were nothing and that's why she threw
you away with all the other rubbish,"

   Again, I really felt my pussy moisten as I shouted at her; it wasn't the
words that turned me on so much as the crumpled look of despair on her
face. I knew then I'd hit the target, but I could tell from Ruth's face
that this was territory she wasn't too comfortable with; this surprised me
a bit at the time as it seemed to suggest she wasn't that much into total
control through breaking the girl's spirit.  I raised my eyebrows to her to
try and encourage her, and after moments indecision she smiled, nodded and
leant forward.

   "Ah, thought you were going to a new home, and after that your mummy
would want you back?  Stupid girl.  I've got a letter from your darling
mummy telling me it's ok to let you kiss women's pussys, and that you are
not allowed to complain to anyone if they want to touch you down there."

   While Ruth was taunting our captive I was very rapidly undressing, then
I leant down, grabbed her hair and dragged her face between my spread legs.
She screamed in pain before her cries were muffled against my wet pussy,
out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth disrobe and move onto the floor
behind Charlotte.

   She pushed the girl onto her knees and slapped her legs apart, before
lying on her back under the girl's pussy and pressing her mouth against the
young girl's lips.

   Charlotte screamed in shock and terror as Ruth's mouth pressed against
her pussy, and she tried desperately to escape but I merely twisted my hand
tighter into her hair and held her even more firmly in place against my
dripping pussy; very erotically her attempt to wriggle free simply served
to drag her lips and tongue across my swollen labia, and as I wrapped my
thighs tightly around her face I oozed my juices into her trapped mouth. 
One hand gripped her hair so hard I thought I might actually scalp her, the
other grasped frantically at thin air.

   All the time Ruth was working her tongue expertly on the young girls
pussy, the older woman's hands now pulling the girl's crotch down full onto
her face as the tip of her tongue relentlessly teased the teenager's clit,
the effects of which I could feel via the movements of her mouth on my
pussy.

   I could feel the teenager starting to sob in despair as she was abused
by the two of us, her head dropped lower as her body sagged in her misery
but was still held in place by my thighs and hand.  Ruth was now really
gripping the girl's buttocks as her tongue tormented the 13 year old
towards a reluctant orgasm.

   Suddenly I noticed a strange quivering in the girl's hips and I knew
Ruth had hit the target; we'd inflicted the greatest possible humiliation
on a sex-slave - a forced orgasm.

   Ruth let go of Charlotte's arse and dropped her head back down onto the
carpet, for a second or two she got her breath back before wriggling out
from under her and grinning at me.

   "Well, took some work, but she does like some tongue on her groove."

   We both laughed at this, and I released my legs from around Charlotte's
neck so she could collapse onto the floor, alternating between sobbing for
her mother and trying to cough up my come juice.

   I flashed a wicked look at Ruth.  "Early night?"

   Ruth grinned back.  "Sure, little slut here must be tired, she'll need
her sleep." She leant down and untied the girl's ankles and, slipping her
arms under Charlotte's she hauled the teenager to her shaky feet.

   I led the way upstairs with Charlotte, crying softly but making no real
protest, in the middle and Ruth following her and occasionally slapping the
girl's tempting bottom as she climbed the stairs ahead of her.

   In the bedroom I locked the door behind us and hid the key away from
Charlotte's frightened gaze.  In truth I don't think she'd have noticed
even if she'd seen where I hid it; the sound of the door locking seemed to
shatter her slightly - as if she realised that she was in for a night of
extreme abuse from her captors.  She was right, of course.

   Ruth pushed the terrified, but also seemingly resigned teenager, face
down on the bed and knelt astride her back so she wouldn't be able to see
what I was doing as I stepped into my strap-on, pulled it to my waist and
tightened it to fit.  I retrieved the bottle of lube from my bag and
smeared a generous helping onto the thick, black shaft.

   Ruth now sat on the bed in front of the young girl, still gripping her
hair tightly, spread her legs and pulled Charlotte's face down onto her
glistening pussy.  With the girl totally preoccupied with eating out the
older woman I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind her, I
stroked her pussy slowly, my greasy fingers mixing with the sticky juices
Ruth had coaxed from her earlier, and slid one arm around her waist.

   I glanced at Ruth as I positioned the tip of my strap-on gently against
the 13 year olds pussy lips and she winked at me as if to give me the
signal.  I plunged in.

   The well lubed strap-on slid easily into the teenager's pussy and, God,
how she screamed and squirmed as I fucked her, but what could she do with
Ruth grinding her pussy against her mouth and me holding her tight against
my hips?

   That's how it went on for nearly 2 hours; I'd fuck her while she licked
Ruth, then Ruth would don her strap-on and fuck her while she sucked my
plastic cock, or licked my pussy.  Charlotte's body began to glisten with
sweat as we threw her around like a rag-doll from one end of the bed to the
other so that her mouth and pussy were always full of something.  Whether
she was sucking my strap-on, or working her tired tongue on my clit I
always made sure I abused her breasts too, pinching the nipples as they
hung down and scratching at the firm flesh with my nails.  I loved this as
it always made her scream no matter how often I did it.

   But Charlotte wasn't the only one sweating; it's actually bloody hard
work fucking a sex-slave for 2 solid hours and both Ruth and I were feeling
exhausted at the end of it - eyelids drooping etc.

   "Hell, Ruth." I panted.  "I'm completely done." And slumped down on the
bed, pushing the well fucked teenager away from me.

   "Me too." Ruth mumbled, then she showed her experience of abusing young
girls over many years.  "Guess we should see if this little one needs the
loo before bed."

   She grabbed Charlotte from the bed and marched her towards the door, I
dragged myself off the bed to retrieve the key to let them out and noticed
how vivid red the girl's pussy, breasts and lips were after 2 hours of
non-stop abuse.  That, I told myself, was real domination.

   The 2 returned a couple of minutes later; Ruth explained with a shrug
that Charlotte had been unable to go and I wasn't surprised: her pussy must
have been numb.

   We fell into bed with the brutalised girl between us and me and Ruth,
both wearing our strap-ons, drifted off almost immediately, I don't know if
Charlotte did and to be honest I didn't care.  Her wrists were still tied
behind her and the door was locked, there was nothing she could do to
escape the sexual hell she'd fallen into.

   A few hours later I was wakened by Charlotte crying and whimpering right
next to my face; her groans had a rhythmic abruptness to them and even in
the dark I could guess what was happening.  Ruth had woken up and was
fucking her from behind.  I started to kiss the girl's face and neck,
telling her how pretty she was and how sexy she was and just to shut the
fuck up and let it all happen.  Then I slid down the bed and began to abuse
her breasts (which seemed to fascinate me): biting, pulling, sucking,
kissing - all the time my pussy was tingling with each scream she made.

   Ruth's face now came into view over the girl's shoulder as she buried
herself in Charlotte's hair when she came.  As she pulled out I rolled the
teenager onto her back and mounted her `missionary style', fucking her with
renewed energy and her pathetic mewlings as I thrust in and out only served
to make my orgasm so much greater.

   The next morning Ruth and I woke about 9 - the prolonged rape of the
girl had taken its toll on us and it took us a few minutes to get going. 
Charlotte was pretending to be asleep, probably hoping we'd leave her in
peace, and for a while we did as we got discarded our strap-ons and got
dressed and generally made ourselves look ok.

   "I'll give our toy a wash down if you don't mind making some breakfast."
Ruth suggested and I agreed.  She roughly shook the girl awake and,
ignoring her pleas for mercy dragged her to the bathroom while I wandered
down to the kitchen to knock something together.

   I hadn't been cooking long before Ruth led Charlotte downstairs; the
girl was still naked with her wrists still tied behind her; her hands were
now slightly mottled colour due to the restricted circulation I guessed.

   "Didn't take long." I said, surprised they were done so soon.

   Ruth yawned "Well, just gave her a sponging down below and let her go
the loo; wasn't going to run the stupid tart a proper bath."

   We sat at the table but made Charlotte kneel beside us and we took it in
turns to feed her as if she was a baby; waving the fork about like an
aeroplane to tease her famished stomach.

   Ruth announced that she had to go back to Cardiff for a few hours to tie
up some lose ends regarding our fuck-toy and asked if I wanted anything.  A
wicked idea came into my head and I rummaged in my handbag for some money
and whispered my request in her ear as I handed the money over, and she
laughed out loud when she heard it.  I grinned at her and she nodded.

   "I'm sure you and Charlotte will find things to do while I'm gone." She
gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried off out.  I turned to our
kneeling, miserable looking slave.  "Well, aren't I the lucky one; I've got
you all to myself for a few hours."

   She cringed away from me as I approached her and I noticed again how red
and discoloured her hands were due to the cuffs.

   "Would you like me to untie your hands?" I asked in a teasing voice and
she nodded fearfully.  I weighed up the situation: If I untied her it would
be just me and her; there would be a chance she could get the jump on me.
If I didn't untie her I wouldn't be able to use her hands for one of my
plans.  It was a dilemma.

   Then I remembered my idea to totally break her will, and that made my
mind up.

   "Ok, I'll do that for you.  But first I think you deserve a nice bath,
don't you?"

   The silly little bitch smiled as she nodded; she actually thought I was
being kind to her.  I pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards the
stairs, but the sight of her gorgeous bottom proved to tempting and as we
passed the sofa I sat down and pulled her over my denim clad knee and gave
her a brutally hard spanking.

   God, she screamed as I laid into her soft flesh, but this time without
having Ruth there waiting for the girl's tongue I could really indulge my
lust for making young girls scream in agony and even though my hand was
stinging I kept laying on the blows, but eventually had to stop before my
hand went numb.

   Not that was the end of her agony of course, I pushed her legs apart and
roughly forced two fingers inside her pussy and pressed them hard against
her clit.  Charlotte gave a different scream as my finger tips pinched her
little bud; this one was more a shrill shriek of outraged shock, but it was
music to my ears so I pinched it again just to make sure.

   If Ruth could lick the girl to orgasm I was going to see if I could
finger her to it, so I slowly started to stroke her little bud very
delicately with one finger tip.  At the same time I began to talk dirty to
her.

   "Come on, little girl, you know this is turning you on, you know you
want me to finger your pussy, doesn't it feel good when I do this to you?
Don't you feel your little cunny getting wet as my fingers slip inside
you?"

   She screamed a sort of half obscenity, half just noise, but that didn't
deter me.

   "Mmmm, little girl loves the feel of a woman's touch." I flickered my
finger tip over her clit again and her body gave an involuntary shiver; I
knew I was getting to her.  "Little girl loves being a toy for women, don't
you?  You know you love our gentle touch, you know you love to kiss our
pussies and feel our juices in your little mouth."

   Dammit, you know, she was getting turned on by my fingers, it had to be
despite herself - she couldn't enjoy being raped by two older women, it had
to be against her will.  Jesus, that thought turned me on.

   I subtly renewed my soft assault on her clit, letting my other finger
brush against it too, and again her insides quivered as I touched her. 
Confident now that I could do it, I slowly upped the tempo of my teasing
and her involuntary movements upped their tempo and then, suddenly, she
gave a series of gasps and my fingers felt all sticky as her pussy
tightened on them.

   I laughed softly "See, little slut, see how you want this, see how we
can do what we want to you and you'll like it?"

   I eased my fingers out of her wet pussy and pushed them against her
mouth.  "Lick them." I ordered in a harsh voice.  "Taste the slut that you
are." She resisted briefly but with her arms tied behind her back she
couldn't fight it for long and I pushed my sticky digits between her lips,
forcing her own juices onto her tongue.

   I pushed her off my lap onto the floor and she gave a winded cry as she
hit the carpet but I simply dragged her to her feet and pushed her up the
stairs giving myself a gorgeous view of her backside covered with red
blotches from my spanking frenzy.

   I guided her to the bathroom and started to draw her bath.  I turned to
her as she cowered on the floor and smiled.  "I told you I'd give you a
nice bath and here you are.  You didn't think I'd just run the cold water
did you?"

   I filled the bath about half-way and checked the temperature with my
elbow; it was lovely and warm.  Despite her fears Charlotte stood up and
stepped into the bath, as her hands were still bound I gently lowered her
down, offering soothing reassurances as I laid her in the water.

   The warm, welcoming water seemed to relax her and she visibly loosened
and slipped a few inches lower, I smiled down at her and gently splashed
water over her breasts and neck.

   "You're really pretty." I murmured as my fingers gently caressed her
face and traced their way down to her breasts.  "Such a pretty little
thing." My voice faded out as I said this.

   Suddenly I grabbed her ankles and, lifting them out of the water, I
forced her head under the water.

   She thrashed as well as she could but she was trapped and she was
drowning.  She tried screaming but only bubbles broke the surface.  I'd
never thought about how easy it would be to drown somebody like this; it
was just about leverage, nothing else.

   I kept her under for maybe 10 seconds, then dragged her back up by her
hair; she spluttered and coughed for almost a minute, her body jack-knifing
as she tried to get the water from her lungs.

   "See, little slut, see how easy it is for me to kill you?  I can do it
just like that and no one would ever know."

   I let her get her breath back for another minute or so, then lifted her
ankles again and forced her under; this time I kept her there for about 15
seconds, until the bubbles from her mouth were virtually non-existent then
dragged her, gasping and wheezing, out of the water.

   This time she actually vomited a small amount as she gasped for air.  I
dragged her head forward so she wouldn't choke as her throat clutched at
the air.

   "Do you know now that I will actually kill you if I want to?" I shouted
at her, standing up and starting to undress.

   She nodded through her coughs, not noticing me stepping into the bath to
stand above her.

   "Charlotte." I whispered.  She looked up and I pissed on her face.  She
squirmed of course, but where could she go?  It's not easy for a woman to
piss standing up and it wasn't really a stream as if a man had done it, but
enough splashed on her face and neck to remind her that I really was in a
position to do whatever I liked to her.

   I stepped out of the bath again, pushed Charlotte's head under one last
time to rinse my urine from her mouth (and also to one last time experience
the deep sexual thrill of taking her to edge of her life.) Then I grabbed
her hair and pulled her, gasping and spluttering, to a sitting position. 
She sat in the water coughing, wheezing and retching as I prepared a couple
of towels for her, after which I slipped my arms under hers and pulled her
out of the bath, wrapped the towels around her and pushed the girl towards
the bedroom; The fact I'd taken a girl to the edge of her life, and only
hauled her back to degrade her further, and got so turned on by it almost
passed me by as I pushed the coughing, traumatised teenager towards the
bedroom - but I knew the moment would come back to me in my future
fantasies even then.

   I pushed the door to the bedroom using Charlotte as a sort of mummified
battering ram, rushed her to the bed and fell on her with my full weight;
I'll admit to losing control now, pulling the towels open and rolling her,
roughly, onto her back.

   I started to kiss, lick, bite and nibble on her freshly washed body.  I
clamped my thighs around one of her legs and ground my dripping pussy up
and down against it.  I was so carried away with lust now that I couldn't
even talk - all I managed to do was make short, panting sounds as I pressed
my face and lips against her pink, freshly washed (well, nearly drowned
really) skin and vigorously ground my oozing pussy against her slender,
toned thigh.

   I think Charlotte realised, after the bath fun, that I was capable of
the darkest acts and this hindered her resistance almost as much as the
hand-cuffs clamped round her swollen, nearly purple wrists, but at that
point she realised I was dangerously on the brink of completely losing
control and she started to scream in a terror greater than she'd
experienced since her descent into Hell began the previous evening.

   Of course her screaming and whining only turned me on more, and I
started to grind my hips so my pussy pressed against her thigh instead of
sliding up and down it, yet even though my orgasm was close I didn't want
it yet - like the matadors luring the bull as close as possible to their
bodies but ensuring they aren't hit I wanted to take myself to the absolute
edge of an orgasm before going in for the kill.

   I loosened my legs from her thigh and moved myself down her body,
assaulting her breasts with my lips, tongue and teeth as my hands slipped
down her slender, pale body before pushing under her to clamp my nails into
her buttocks.  As my nails dug into her flesh there, I bit very hard on her
breast ( I actually broke her skin and a minute trace of blood hit my
tongue.) making her scream and arch her body backwards, twisting vainly
against my dominance over her.  Her legs kicked wildly at the air as my
teeth and nails inflicted the pain on her.  But what could she do?  Where
could she go?

   The blood thing, and her extreme spasm against my body flicked my switch
and I knew I had to move fast.  Like lightening, I was on all fours and
threw my body towards her head - what did I care if I hurt her as I got
myself in position to pleasure myself on her face?  In seconds my thighs
were either side of her face, squashing it in it's impotent anger upwards
where she could only see my lustful, triumphal, hawk-like gaze before I
pushed my crotch forward and smothered her 13 year old mouth with my primed
pussy.

   I wiggled my pussy against her mouth for only about 3 seconds before I
came.  It wasn't just an orgasm, it was an orgasm that had taken all my
life to arrive; it was ignited by my ability to have killed Charlotte in
the bath - I know I often say having the power of life or death over a girl
is a turn on, but I could have drowned her in that bath and there would
have been no repercussions and that realised afterwards that that
knowledge, coupled with the 13 year olds absolute terror was the reason I
had such an orgasm in her mouth and over her face that I passed out.

   It's true; the next thing I knew I was slumped sideways over Charlotte's
shoulder one hand still clutched at my breast as it had been as I came; the
dead-weight of my unconscious frame keeping our captive as trapped as any
cage.

   I rolled the rest of the way off her and lay on my back beside her, my
body tingling with sexual and mental excitement, a huge, satisfied grin on
my face.  Charlotte began to sob behind her spluttering and choking on the
residue of the bathwater and my sticky juices.  Even though I thought I'd
broken her, she now started to really scream her objections to me.

   "Please stop it, just leave me alone, stop , just fucking stop it.  I
can't stand any more.  Just let me go, I want to go home, please, just let
me go.  Why are you hurting me, please stop" Her voice trailed off in a
pathetic series of sobs and choking noises.  I decided to confront her last
bit of defiance head on.

   I vaulted up and onto her body and clutched her throat with my hand. 
She gave a smothered scream of shock at the speed and violence of my
assault, but the time for feeling pity for her had gone (actually I don't
think it had ever existed.)

   "Do you want to go back in the bath?  Only this time for longer?" I
snarled at her in an icy calm voice, but my face was contorted in anger and
I could see her visibly shrink back into the bed clothes in fear.  I
tightened my grip on her throat until I got some sort of answer.  "Well,
little bitch, do you?"

   She shook her head as hard as she could in my vice like grip; she was
totally unable to speak due to my choking; having got her grudging answer I
loosened my grip on her throat allowing her to breathe again.  I lowered my
face until our noses were virtually touching.

   "Going to shut up now?  Going to do exactly what we tell you?  You ask
us why?  It's bloody simple, you little whore.  It's because we can." I
deliberately accentuated every word to add to the affect.  "Your pathetic
body is ours to do exactly what we like with, if we want you to eat our
pussies you will, if we want to fuck you we will.  If you try to resist us
or escape we will kill you.  And you know I will.  Do you understand that?"

   Charlotte nodded a tearful, terrified agreement and I let her throat go
completely.

   "Still want your wrists untied?" I knew the answer to this even before I
asked it and she nodded very vigorously, and in an eager-to-please- voice
begged to be untied.  "Please, please untie my wrists; they really hurt."

   I rolled her onto her side and pressed the small switch to release her
handcuffs and pulled them from her swollen, red wrists.  As soon as they
were free Charlotte brought her arms in front of her and started to massage
her wrists; her face showing she had no other thought than to soothe the
very obvious pain in her joints.  I smirked nastily at this; was it really
this easy to completely subjugate a girl to become my sexual toy?

   While the teenager concentrated on relieving her pain, I lay back on the
bed and kicked my legs out; life couldn't get any better than this;
secluded cottage, a broken and cowed under-age girl and still 1 ½ days to
abuse the fuck out of her.

   I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realised Ruth would be
back soon, and I had a nice idea of what to prepare for her when she came
in.  Sitting up I pushed Charlotte and told her without words that she
should get up and come downstairs with me.

   She went down the stairs ahead of me while I watched her warily, but I
think I knew that she was too young, too scared and too unaware of the
dangerous position she was in to attempt to escape, let alone attack me.

   I directed her towards the sofa and pushed her down onto it before
sitting down beside her and cosying up against her.  I slipped one leg over
her thighs and pushed one hand under her arse while the other clamped onto
one of her breasts.  Naturally, she squealed and tried to squirm away from
me but I just gripped her tighter.

   "Shhhh, little one" I cooed as my fingers and nails ran all over her
young, firm skin, I shifted my position slightly so my legs spread wider
and I rubbed my wet pussy against her leg.

   "See?  You sexy little slut, how wet you've made me?"

   In one smooth movement I moved catlike completely over her; my thighs
straddling hers, I grabbed her wrists with my hands and lifted them upwards
above her shoulders.  This brought my face close to hers and I gave her my
most evil smile before pressing my lips against her face; of course she
twisted her mouth away, but that was my whole intention - to humiliate her
further.  I pushed her wrists together so I could clasp them with one hand,
allowing me to abuse her breasts with the other as I gyrated my pussy
against her thighs and crotch.  All the time I was slobbering my lips over
her mouth and face and muttering about what a horny little slut she was,
and that she really liked me to do these things to her.  I knew I'd broken
her when that last lie got no reaction from her.  If she was like this with
just me now, she would be totally submissive when Ruth got back.

   With another display of athleticism that I was secretly quite proud of I
moved effortlessly from Charlotte back onto the sofa beside her; I'd
shifted the hand I was using to grip her wrists so that now I only had one
in my hand and I smoothly brought her hand down onto my pussy.  My fingers
pressed over hers and slipped her small digits between my wet pussy lips.

   I arched backwards slightly as I felt the totally new sensation of a
young girl's fingers being forced into my pussy so that I could direct them
to their target was almost enough on it's own to make me cum; I brushed her
fingertips against my clit but this was too close to making me orgasm and I
wanted to prolong this sensation for as long as possible so I moved her
fingers back but kept them inside me, squeezing them with my own.  I slid
my left hand between Charlotte's legs and slid two fingers along her slit
before forcing them inside.

   "Hmmmm," I teased the young girl, "Isn't this so sexy; we can make each
other climax together; that's prove you really love this, won't it."

   The girl sobbed back "But I don't like it, I hate it,"

   "And the fact you hate it makes it all the sexier for me." I snapped at
her and jabbed my fingers aggressively into her pussy making her yell out
with pain.  I dropped the mask completely now and pushed her fingers onto
my clit and started to make them rub it.  As I came I crossed my thighs
around our wrists so she was held doubly in place as my sticky juices oozed
over them.

   Euphoric as I was, I was still really annoyed at her continued snipes of
defiance, so I grabbed her hair with my left hand and, releasing her
fingers from my pussy, slapped her face twice with my sticky right hand.

   "When are you fucking well going to learn that you are nothing but a
piece of crap and that we'll do whatever we want to with you." I pulled the
wailing girl across my lap, grasped her wrists behind her back and cuffed
them again.

   This really dismayed her and she began to scream and shout about how I'd
promised to let her have her wrists untied etc, however I was in no mood
for a debate and pushed her roughly onto the floor which she hit with a
sexually satisfying `oomph' of pain.

   I leant over her, huddled in a foetal position on the ground.  "Shut
up." I hissed.  "I don't want to hear another word out of you until Ruth
gets back, otherwise it'll be bath time again, understand?" The more I
threatened to murder her, the more excited I got by the idea.  It had
started out as an empty threat to keep the little snot nosed brat from
acting up but it was rapidly becoming so much more than that and even
though I knew I couldn't do anything to our current little captive, I knew
it was only a matter of time before I crossed that final ruthless barrier.
The thought of wrapping my hands around a little girls throat as I raped
her pussy with my strap on, watching the pleading eyes, begging me for air
as I squeezed the life out of her little body was just delicious.  Or
having some poor girl drown in my pee and pussy juices as I rode her face
to death.  There was so many different sexy ways to kill a little preteen
bitch and I knew at some point I'd have to sit down and really think about
it.

   I also wanted my first time to be special, I wanted the girl to be
missed, to have a loving family that I could snatch her from., I wanted to
be able to hear the mother crying as I slowly killed her little girl, for
her to hear her daughter as her life expired and for them to hear my moans
of sadistic pleasure.

   I also wanted to have the girl on my own so I that I could take my time
raping her for as long as I pleased, days, weeks maybe even months before
finally ending her life.  It would require a lot of planning but I was
determined and knew it could be done, this was what had been missing from
my experience, as great as raping girls was, the idea of letting them go
had always bothered me.  Not because I was afraid they would talk, but
because dying so that I could have an orgasm was just such a sexy, fun,
naughty way to end it all.  I hated the thought of depriving myself that
pleasure.  Murdering my victims was what would make me complete.

   The thought of the terror I was about to inflict on unsuspecting girls
all over Wales in just a few months and the fact they were only alive
because I allowed them to be made me smile and chuckle, if only they knew.
The idea of, kidnapping, raping, torturing and murdering young defenseless
children for my own greedy sexual pleasure, Was becoming somewhat of an
obsession but I still had my current victim to deal with.

   I repeated my question.  "Do you understand that I will kill you if you
don't shut the fuck up bitch, I will murder you and not think twice about
it, in fact I would probably cum if I did, the thought of murdering you is
making me wet, do you get it now that I'm actually using all my will power
to stop myself from fucking you to death" She nodded miserably and to
reinforce my contempt I rested my feet on her as a sort of footstool and
added "you're only alive because I'm still not done raping you, you sexy
little cunt, not even close" for the rest of our time on our own the only
noise in the house was the television with a small amount of background
sobbing and the sounds of my fingers rubbing my sopping wet pussy while I
imagined a little girl choking to death on my strap on, while her sister
struggled for breath as her face was being forced deep between my ass
cheeks, their mother helplessly forced to witness it all knowing she would
be next and that her death would be slow and painful while her husband lied
dead on the floor already with a bullet hole through his head.  Unable to
protect his family from the sadistic, inhuman torture I was inflicting on
them.

   Even though I knew it would take me years to finally be able to murder
my first family, I knew I had time and besides there would always be random
girls, ready for the taking to entertain me in the mean time.  To think
just a few months ago these thoughts would have repulsed me, a serial
killer and rapist terrorizing towns, would have brought me to tears, now
instead it brought me to a powerful orgasm, knowing that person would be
me. I tasted the words in my mouth, serial killer, it tasted so sweet.

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