<!--ADULTSONLY--> This story is fictional. Feel free to send me a comment at pauleapenect@yahoo.com.au WARNING - This multi-volume work contains snuff, torture and sadism. All my works share these qualities and are swarming with subject matter that even the most dedicated pervert may find offensive or traumatizing. Read at your own risk. Chapter 1 Lakia hated her grandmother. There was nothing more elaborate to the fact than that. She was nine years old, a specimen of pure beauty carrying all the gifts of India, her homeland, ravishing her flesh. She had the most thorough lust inducing light brown skin, a pair of the shiniest yet also darkest brown eyes of cruelty. Nothing could surpass the expression of her pure soul, shining in its most tainted value through her cute, cheeky and mischievously evil facial features. Her body was small, her legs ever so dashing under garments of jewels frequently. Although she wore short dresses, always some link or chain of gold was laced about her arms just to reveal in the most flaunting fashion, all the wealth which had been blessed upon her. Greed was inherent in her. The evil of exploiting it all for the sake of showing off her well being was simply her central intrinsic value. Despite having a body all desired, she could never get enough of also revealing her wealth as its value being indeed superior to others. Just prior to leaving for America, one little girl in a bedraggled state and in dirty rags had held two thin palms up to her, begging for a mere coin. All Lakia had enacted as a reply was a removal of one gold necklace and then a vicious swing to the girl's face, whipping open her cheek with the precious pendant. Lakia, as you can guess, was sadistic to the little heart. A heart ever so black with evil. Before the family decided it was high time to transfer to a first world country with all their wealth, they'd obviously been swimming in gold prior to that as well. Lakia had been a daughter to a poor beggar woman who nevertheless had possessed all the sexual charms to win over an American politician on his charity visit the prior summer. And so, when he'd taken her mother as his bride, Lakia had stepped right out of the circle of poor children and directly into wealth. Thus, she also attained the most bitchy attitude with her gifts as well. The most unjustified spite and anger toward all her fellow kids who wallowed in the filth she once had to share in. If wealth was so easy, just like a dream coming true, then it had been a wretched mistake that she'd ever been born amongst the poor in the first place. Nature betrayed her, accidently sweeping the carpet of luxury out from under her feet and now trying to make amends for its mistake by placing her back on it. She would not lose her position this time, not out of the slightest sympathy for she had absolutely none. Lakia's despise for her grandmother came specifically from the fact she was the only member of the family now who had any concern for the unfortunate. That wretched old bag gave away their enriching gold purely for the sake of feeling good about herself. And being a good person, in Lakia's eyes especially, saw you as a hindrance to her comfort. Most certainly if you were from the same family. Many a time before she'd tried even killing her grandmother Resmor. So far, in India, she'd poisoned her twice and twice some medic had managed to revive the old freak. She was an old, shrivelled yet hard thing to kill. So Lakia now decided on prolonging her next attempt to kill the old bitch until they moved to America. Death would have to claim old Resmor one day, there was no way around that certainty. Yet Lakia's preference would certainly be to inflict that death herself. Her father had not been pleased about the whole arrangement to move free of the country, especially since it was due to the fact he'd lost his wife to some rich bugger overseas. Lakia, a fast developer, had experienced her very first orgasm due to these events. Her initiation into early womanhood occurred during the night of which her father returned from a short absence to scream out his anger upon her mother for her disloyalty. Lakia, having spent the early hours of the night toying about in her bed with her cunt, as she couldn't sleep and had shit all else to do, then threw the covers aside and tiptoed down the corridor. She stopped outside her mothers door and peered through the keyhole, witnessing everything while her small hand thrived between her pyjamad legs. "You traitorous bitch! How dare you leave me for some fucking business man politician! You're a disgrace to my name! Now take what's coming to you!" This was screamed by her father as he tipped over the bedside desk and angrily fetched out his prick. He pressed his screaming ex-wife up against the cabinet hard enough to break her ribs, her cries constantly wheezing through her pain contorted face. Rather than feeling any movement whatsoever to run in and help her mother, Lakia felt nought but excitement and the increasing of the hot, tingling feeling between her legs. She massaged her slit and tickled the clitoris, quickly coming to terms with the workings of everything down there at an alarming rate. Perhaps it was just the natural trend of the sadist that they adapt to such body mechanics early. She tickled herself and giggled, enjoying the whole show. Her father brutally encunted her mother with his raging prick and plunged in and out until blood raced down her legs. The rape was as far as he was willing to go to show his rejection of her. That and of course, a slogger of spittle aimed straight at her face when he was done. It was slightly after her father ejaculated that Lakia orgasmed, watching through the keyhole. In fact, the precise sound of the bastard's saliva landing on her crying mother's face was what shook her body awake and she spilled hotly down her legs. She quickly ducked out of sight and dashed back up to her room before her father came charging through the door and vanished out of her life forever without even saying goodbye. But beating her mother was a good enough goodbye present, for he'd unknowingly helped her discover the pleasure of her own body and she'd masturbated vigorously ever since. Before departing India, she'd had only one experience of research with another young sadist. Ten year old Melika was one of her only friends since her wealth arrived. Melika was from a family which furnished her with enough suitable comfort to be seen as almost equal to Lakia. So their friendship had survived. Lakia liked her taste in gold and her hate for her fellow child. Yet, strangely, Melika came weeping to Lakia the day directly after she had told her of her experience with her parents. Lakia had mentioned everything, from the tingling feeling all the way to the brilliant explosion of pleasure at the end when her father gave her mom that last measure of dishonour. Melika admitted something to her friend, whose black heart did not express eager sympathy even for her only acquaintance. "It's just... I gave it a try myself," Melika stammered, at last swallowing the last of her emotions and speaking officially. She was a pretty girl with a charming face, a very direct manner and a body which indicated multiple, sexy charms. Yet her maturity level was by far beneath the junior she was now admitting her failing to. "What did you try?," Lakia asked, her eyes widening and her excitement boiling with interest. Melika still spoke in a direct voice yet stared down at her pretty sandalled feet in shame. "I tried what you did. You said it was so fun to play with yourself while your parents argued. I got my mom and dad into a huge fight then watched them from the next room. Yet nothing happened, and all I felt was this horrible horrible guilt. Oh Lakia, I'm not like you at all." Lakia briefly spent a small segment of that day in anxiety, fearing that perhaps there was something wrong with her if Melika couldn't imitate such absurd feelings. However, as they moved their chatting onto other subjects, Lakia noticed something which would put all her worries to rest and improve her research. It began with a little encounter with a young boy. He was only around six years old, dashing up to Lakia and pleading her with a wheezing voice. His ribs were showing and starvation all too evident. "Please... could I just have two rupees? That's all I need for..." And before such begging could resume, Lakia replied harshly. "Get the hell out of my face you pathetic trash!" She kicked one leg up and nailed the little boy straight through the loins. He fell to the ground crying and basically crawled away, back to wherever his mommy was, his balls two small throbbing globes of agony. Lakia relaxed straight after and turned to Melika, having been used to committing such acts every day of her life. Poor kids with hearts of gold stuck together to survive. However girls like Lakia, whose gold was all in gold necklaces upon the outside, hadn't the single need for any of them and would treat them like filth. She expected however, she'd have to justify herself to Melika who'd witnessed such behaviour, not being quite as stern of heart as she was. Yet turning to Melika, she witnessed naught but wide excited eyes above a funny little grin on her pretty face. "Oh Lakia, that was awesome!," was all she could manage to stammer. She was breathing strangely, her mind clearly elsewhere than on the present talk they resumed the afternoon with. By evening, Melika admitted she'd tuned out of their conversation, confessing she'd been unable to get the image of Lakia's foot crashing into the child's groin out of her mind. "No surprise there," Lakia giggled coldly. "It was hilarious." "Yes, but there's something else," Melika murmured, grasping her friend by the shoulders all of a sudden. "I think I feel it! That tingly, excited wet feeling. Oh God, I feel like my crotch is on fire or something! What you did really pushed my buttons somehow. Hitting that poor innocent boy where it hurt was just so... wow!" Lakia smiled and petted her friend on the thigh gently. "There, you see. It's in all of us. Cruelty makes that warm feeling occur. Do you want to try sticking your fingers in your pee pee now? I think it'll work this time." "Yeah, sure," Melika murmured just as she was about to turn into her house. However she stopped and spun around on her heel, turning back toward the street with a sneaky look dawning on her face. "Wait, before we call it a night, I want to give it a go myself. I want to kick some guy in the balls. That's definitely what's fired me up." Lakia giggled and escorted her friend back down the street. Leaving the rich district, they headed deep into the nearest slum. Although Melika constantly insisted she wanted to try it out on a little boy, the first defenceless male they found was around the age of seventeen. Although being a starved yet reasonable sized teenager, he was perfectly defenceless and his perverted mind was simply asking for it. He was sitting under half an awning in the shadows although the girls could see him perfectly. And three guesses what he was doing! He was jacking his cock, playing with himself in this small area of minor privacy. He soon glanced up, noticed the two little girls and smiled, keeping his hand in action. "Hey girls, come over and sit with me. Just talk to me for a while and you'll encourage me to shoot my jizz everywhere. Then when I'm done, I'll give you kids a nice white drink to drink. How would you like that?" Melika shivered and drew close to Lakia. "What's he doing?" Lakia snickered, her puzzlement very soon fading. "I think he's doing what I told you girls do. Although boys do it differently, they have big long pee shooters. It looks like he's enjoying himself. Melika, this is perfect, why don't you go and help him enjoy himself?" Melika smiled and no more hesitation existed. Fear of strangers was limited in such children whose harsh surroundings had taught them a quality way of fighting back. And she didn't at all require any inquiry into what her friend was hinting at. She walked up to the grinning boy whose heart was racing and his masturbation increasing. He could hardly believe his luck that such a sweetie was approaching him. "Hi?," she murmured in the act of shyness at first, staring at him awkwardly. "Want me to help you with that?" She brushed the dirty sidewalk with one sandal, keeping her ankles posed in a frightened little stance. His grin widened and his heart leapt in excitement. "Yes please!," he beckoned for her to give him her hand. "Just wrap your fingers around my cock right here and move up and..." Before his instruction could finish, Melika instead lifted her leg and rammed her sandalled foot down full force onto the activities between his legs. He shrieked, his voice instantly turning into a womanish scream. He watched in horror as his reflex only managed to tear his hand away but his genitals remained pinned beneath the sole of the girl's sandal. Melika did not let up and continued to increase pressure, as if trying to squash an enormous bug. A pretty little grin stretched wide across her face, her eyes were glittering with the signs of intense satisfaction. Between her legs, her little cunt was burning so badly with the extreme sense of arousal that she simply had to reach in and give it a tickle while she resumed her crushing. Finally losing the tremendous amount of force behind her first attack, she lifted her leg a second time and bore down upon the bent and bloodied half erect penis. Before he could come to his senses and defend it, it disappeared out of sight under her foot once again and this time, she continued to place all her force into the action and felt both his horny adolescent balls go splat under her shoe. Finally she stepped onto the mess she'd made of his genitals with both feet and jumped a few times. His cries had cut out some time during the second attack, and as she walked away from the boy with that huge wreck of blood and sperm between his legs, he was dead unconscious. Were he to awaken, the wounds would certainly not heal and he'd be doomed to a death of infection. Yet the children knew as they walked away that his awakening itself would be a miracle. Ultimately, there'd be no investigation. Lakia's family was now wealthy enough to own the local law enforcement itself and no one truly gave a shit about the destiny of some perverse adolescent's genitals. And as for his life, he was a pure loner and would not be much grieved for. As the two girls resumed walking, suddenly Melika stopped and shared another wide smile with her grinning friend. "Oh fuck, I think I'm going crazy I'm enjoying myself so much. My pee pee is so wet!" She lifted her skirts and showed the bare, precious little cunt to Lakia's view. Her friend saw it was indeed in the same state hers was in whenever she herself committed some sadistic act. So she reached out and did the favour for her friend as a means to educate her better in self pleasure. She rubbed her friend's clit, slowly slid her fingers up and down the slit and even entered slightly at one point. However she left the hymen completely intact and brought her friend to such an intense state of moaning that she knew her orgasm had been achieved. Melika fell into an extremely sadistic state of crazed behaviour. In this sudden rush, she let go of her skirts and leapt away from Lakia's hand. With her orgasm still oozing down her legs, the evil little girl rushed up to the nearest slum shack where a toddler only about four years of age was stumbling out. She kicked the tiny, innocent little boy as hard as she could, aiming straight for the almost invisible genitals his poor clothing openly displayed. Her foot hit its mark and the poor kid not only would have to endure the pain of small throbbing testicles, but he also went flying through the air from the force of the attack and crashed against the nearest wall. He fell and landed in an immobile crying heap at the base of the shack, his screams impossibly sharp. Melika sighed, clenched her teeth and ceased all movement, feeling the last of that delicious rush shiver out of her little cunt and her first, as well as the longest discharge of her life so far reached its completion. No other orgasm in her near future would so much as mildly compete with that one, the remains of which left her entire body shaking with the happiest thrill of her life almost the remainder of the night. However of course, with such actions were the dangers of consequences. But they were luckily avoided this night. The little toddler's mother, a starved harpy of a woman came waddling out of the shack. She was screaming with immense horror at the sight of her baby flying through the air. She made an angry lunge at Melika and swiped at her with a broom. The little girl dodged with perfection and the old hag missed by far. She made to take off after them down the street but, remembering her baby's well-being came before revenge, she turned back and picked her crying toddler up off the ground. Meanwhile, the two girls dashed down the street. They were both laughing heartily, especially Lakia who was glad she'd found such a sharp sadistic streak in another girl her age. Although she knew the answer, she had to inquire anyway. "Wow! That was awesome Melika. But why did you do it?" Melika yelled back. "What you did to my pee pee was the best feeling in the world Lakia! And I just simply couldn't take it without the sound of a little boy crying in the background. That's all I can say to explain it. Nothing more. I wasn't thinking straight. But oh God I'm fucking glad I did it!" When they finally halted running, Lakia searched to see if there was any fear in her crazed friend at all. "Melika, what if you killed that kid? There's a good chance you broke his ribs." Melika just giggled, her eyes wild with excitement. "I hope I did." And from that moment forward, Lakia would think herself an idiot for having spent a single second worrying about the extent of her friend's sadism. If anything, Melika was worse than her. Up until now, she merely had to discover her sense of cruel pleasure was triggered by the cries of genital-harmed young boys. Lakia simply found Melika's field of cruelty which was undoubtedly the most responsive, and she'd initiated her friend into both a masturbating and infamy committing young child in just one day. And these events therefore, only encouraged Lakia to increase the darkness of her own spirit. To accelerate her evil to worse lengths that would even shock Melika. And she would do so before she moved to America, where the offerings of such victims of poverty would be somewhat scarce. About two days later she was taking a stroll in the noon sun down the same alley where Melika had mashed that boy's genitals. This place was always ripe with victims, and Lakia always prepared to choose them from among abundance, for the slightest life being murdered by her would add that power to her physical towering. And of those larger than her she fantasised about killing, would increase her self esteem and double her courage. So therefore, all lives taken by her were valuable to her sadism. Were it a simple beetle she drove a needle through or an immense wrestler she imagined herself flaying the muscular flesh from, the pain caused by her existence fuelled it. A little girl, one of about seven years and far more skinny than Lakia, was desperately searching about for food and company. In other words, displaying the same tendencies as her other slum mates. Lakia took her aside and asked her name. Ucinia. She evaluated her beauty. Were it not for those thin arms and ribs, the little Ucinia would have been a princess on terms of physical perfection. But starvation, if it didn't achieve the 99 percent chance of claiming her life, would have horrid effects later on her flesh as she grew into womanhood. Lacking food would have what little of her skin there was, sagging very soon. Yet for now, Ucinia was as perfect as the day she was born. "Here, I'll take you to my home and feed you all the nourishment you beg me for," Lakia replied sweetly, guiding the honey down the street. Ucinia thanked her repeatedly, the little girl showing her finest manners and respect for her rescuer. They were almost out of the slum when they came across a pit of mud about seven metres deep, moist enough to almost be labelled water. It was before this Ucinia foolishly stopped and fell to weeping. "I wish I could bring my family to safety as well. Oh, if only my parents had lived one week longer. Just one more week so they could survive to see your kindness. We'd all be alive." The miserable child fell to her knees and indeed showed all the signs of grief so intense that she'd be immobile for a while. This didn't at all bother Lakia. She simply fetched up a lengthy wooden stick from amongst a rotting timber pile nearby. "There, there," she snickered as she prodded the child in the back with it. "Come with me and I'll give you some lunch. You're obviously starving. Come on, turn around and I'll feed you." Her prodding was soon so vicious the sobbing Ucinia simply had to turn around. Then with a simple and furious stab, Lakia jammed the stick in her face, throwing the little girl backwards with so much force that the starving child vanished into the mud pit. And so heavy was all that liquid dirt which weighed down upon her that she didn't once resurface. "There you go," Lakia snickered. "Eat that." There was not a moment's regret after Lakia's first killing of another human, only the longing to experience that sensation between her legs again. That of the orgasm her arousal was begging to be released. Instantly she went to visit Melika, who she demanded to frig her while she spoke of the event. "Just do to me like I did to you the other night, that's it," Lakia giggled, spreading her legs upon the couch Melika's fingers serviced her on. "I just killed someone. And I know I fucking got away with it. The little bitch's body will never be found...ooohh yeah!" Melika had eyes wider than planets while listening to the event, yet was simply interested in the fact that the more Lakia spoke of it, the wetter the younger child's pussy became. Melika continued her movements, increasing pace, rubbing the clit and interrupting the description of the events by causing Lakia moments of shrieking. Yet throughout all this, she managed to obtain all the information there was to the murder. Then finally, her fingers sliding their slippery way into that little cunt caused it to let go. Melika's hand was soaked once her friend had finished re-telling her crime to her. "Lakia, are you sure no one will find out?," Melika inquired. "I mean, I know Ucinia. She may be poor, but she's a well liked child among the community. The fellow slum kids and their parents will perhaps search for her a while." "And do you think any of them are going to go for a swim in a mud pool they'd predict a child incapable of the stupidity of falling in?," Lakia snickered. "Her own parents are dead and no other parent, no matter how much they sympathise, will try to swim in a pit like that. Just relax." Melika did indeed let it go, deciding her fear had to be crushed if she was going to remain hanging around with Lakia. The two were a pair of youthful evil forces and with the opportunity to commit murderous deeds on just about anyone ripe in the centre of India, hesitation would be greatly regretted by them. However Lakia, intent to pleasure herself in solitary for a while, soon grew apart from Melika and let the other child go about her own crimes solo as well. After all, their tastes in sadism differed. Lakia would be turned on to the max with the thought of the slightest crime. Yet a reaction of arousal seemed only possible in Melika whenever she committed a crime against a little boy or a young male specifically. But despite a narrowed preference, Lakia would be forever pleased she'd taken the time to make a little monster out of her old friend. And when she would move to America, she'd be intent to repeat the process with many new ones. However one more episode in India requires recounting. This would be a favourite of her evils in her lifetime. A twelve year old girl from a family of moderate wealth (her father was a constable), decided to attempt to befriend Lakia one day. Instead of refusing her, Lakia accepted this plea for companionship and lead her into her house. The girl was on moral grounds much sturdier than Lakia's, and found any situation of misfortune occurring to other's capable of bringing tears to her young eyes. Lakia, seating her on her bed just across from her, explained to her the secrets of pleasure. "Listen Palokia, I want to show you a secret which will cause you to feel the most intense joys. Look at this," she lifted her outfit and displayed her evil little cunt to Palokia's view. Palokia who, with less restraint that she predicted, felt it up, slid a finger into the slit and soon caused discharge to run. "You're an expert at this," Lakia congratulated. "Do you do this yourself?" Palokia, biting her lip nervously, nodded. "Yes, it feels great. But I'd honestly prefer to have someone else's hand do it to me. Do you think you could, well, I know it's wrong but do you think you could... touch me?" "That's what I brought you in here for," Lakia smiled and spread her friend's legs gently. For nearly five minutes she teased Palokia's little pussy until she heard her acquaintance breathing heavily. Guessing she was having the desired effect, Lakia then lowered her head and commenced cunt sucking her. Palokia gasped, feeling her cunt enter a whole new warm world of pleasures while her body screamed sin. "No! No stop this isn't... oh, oh don't ever stop!" Yes, no exaggeration, in the same sentence that young girl contradicted herself. Lakia's mouth, when attached to a pussy, had the ability of stimulating it and throwing its possessor into the hottest joys experienced in the world of sex. Palokia soon writhed about in the throes of pleasures, her twelve year old body travelling through immense spasms despite the little discharge it produced. Finally Lakia halted, licked her lips and admired the girl who she'd just brought out of the seas of pleasure. "Feel good?," she asked. Palokia nodded, moaning as she nearly drifted off into a sleep. "So wonderful." "Good, because that's the first and last time you'll experience the joys of mine or any mouth. Or your own fingers for that matter," Lakia chuckled, instantly dressing herself and calling for her mother. Palokia's eyes snapped open in terror as she attempted to clothe herself as well. Too late, Lakia's mother arrived and noticed with horror that the older girl was indecent. Perhaps inserting negative influences into the precious, untainted realm of Lakia's experience! Heavens no! "Get out you filthy child!," she shrieked, snatching Palokia up by the arm and kicking her from the door. She then turned to her own daughter, kissing her forehead gently and making an inquiry. "She didn't dare entrance my darling little girl with the wicked display of sin did she?" Lakia shook her head, acted entirely innocent in the occurrence. Then instantly started demanding her mother take action. "Write to Palokia's father and inform him of everything," she instructed her mother. They put the letter together the following night and Lakia herself saw to it being dropped around at her half-standing excuse for a mailbox. Her mother could never have guessed that the note she wrote to this family would have such horrific consequences for their daughter. But Lakia knew perfectly well. She knew all there was in the book about the strictest activities of some Muslim families. And nothing pleased her more than to see Palokia walking painfully for the next few months thanks to the shabby operation. A clitorectomy had been performed the second her father was informed of her sinful behaviour. So forever that young child, who'd enjoyed masturbation so much, who saw her pleasure as a means of escape from the horrible world in which she lived, would never experience that joy again. Any sexual activity from this moment forward would have no pleasure to provide for her. And as another means to cure the lesbian preference in his daughter, Palokia's father instantly had the twelve year old married to a fifty year old man. A monster to use his wrinkled prick to devirginate her and ensure her intentions would remain forever to servicing him. Palokia committed suicide on the night before Lakia left for America. And that young girl frigged herself just as furiously upon hearing of her death as she had the night after she'd committed her evil against her. To know she'd forever robbed that kind girl of pleasure had electrified her systems to the sharpest lust. For Lakia would like to be enlightened to what purpose the kind and moral had for pleasure anyway? Whereas in her case, her evil was what fuelled that masturbation and caused the feelings to triple in intensity. And in knowing she was then responsible for Palokia's misery accelerating all the way to suicide, caused her young vaginal flow to be well enjoyed. So often did this devil child frig herself that her cunt's areas of pleasure were developing fast beyond her years, while Palokia's life had been taken for the fact hers would never have the privilege of functioning in the slightest. Thus concluded the freedom of Lakia's devilish adventures in her home country of India. That wretched politician making much rough use of her mother was now demanding they come live in the country he resided in. They had the privilege of flying over there then dining in one of the finest restaurants upon leaving the US airport. Lakia was so used to staring around at a shithole slum that the streets and buildings surrounding her here appeared almost futuristic to the point of fantasy. But not surprisingly, in her hurry to keep up with her fellow rich child over here, she adjusted swiftly to the use of Iphones and other advanced technology. And of course, demanded all the electronic stores made available be instantly brought to her. The apartment she now enjoyed was at the summit of the city's third tallest penthouse. The entire building belonging to her new stepfather. They had a giant plasma screen in the living room and private ones for their bedrooms. Lakia had three servants all to herself, who completed every chore she demanded of them. She, her mother, and their rich rescuing American lived in these luxuries quite peacefully for the years that followed. The only disturbance came from the old cow Resmor, who demanded care so constantly that not all their servants put together could spare them the dreary task of having to visit her now and then. As over here Lakia was, like she had been in her old country, forced to sit beside the old bitch and listen to her lifetime's tales of experience, she wished all the more deeply she'd slaughtered her back in India. Yet nothing significant occurred until four years had passed. And Lakia, now thirteen years of age, was finally fed up with amusing herself with American technology and intended to get back into the business of sadism. For the sake of amusing herself, every risk of getting caught in her crimes would be worth their pleasure. Shooting someone to bloodied bits on her PlayStation 4 held not the slightest comparable joy to the superb rush she had felt in causing Palokia to lose her clit then kill herself. Crimes in reality were of such higher value to her. Attending her high school, she befriended a collection of fellow youthful girls there. Three particular students were most curious toward the land in which Lakia had derived, stating the circumstances of poverty over there must truly drive victims of it to insanity. "How can one go weeks with scarcely more than bread crumbs and dirty water?," was the inquiry of one of her well fed pack. Naming all in her tight band, there was Geneta, Calinile, Eva, Juline, Mokalia. The first two however, equal to her age, were also equal on her sadistic levels. And in just a few weeks of visiting the homes of Geneta and Calinile, Lakia was to learn that just as much enthusiasm from white girls was shown in the arts of ultimate cruelty. What were the crimes of these two, light will be shed on later. As for now, Lakia was still developing senses of trust within her gang, and preferred solitary action despite the enthusiasm for evil her two associates revealed. As for Eva, Juline and Mokalia, the three of them showed evil through milder doses. As in, simply bullying and excluding their fellow ugly student was what caused them the most intense feelings of sadism. But what separated Geneta and Calinile from them was obviously, that further end they were willing to take their lubricious evil to. Through Calinile, Lakia learned of one Sashonia. She was a forty-seven year old widow, left with an eighteen month old toddler. Calinile, the intelligent thirteen year old she was, showed dominance over the situation whenever she came across this miserable adult, so easy to manipulate with her teenage deceptive skill. The little Calinile would convince the old Sashonia that she simply needed her services, for no one else would mind the child during night shift hours. For about six months now, Calinile had Sashonia wrapped around her finger. In return for simply keeping a careless watch on the baby, Sashonia would attend to her every need. And her wage from this job was eighty-five percent of Sashonia's income. Combine that to her pocket money from her wealthy parents, and Calinile's income was almost superior to a millionaire's. However in her advancing relationship with Lakia, and as a show of trust, Calinile decided to make a gift of this profitable manipulation to her new found acquaintance. "Sashonia is desperate. She'll do anything you say," Calinile giggled. "So whatever you do, don't be polite. You need to put your foot on her before she attempts to put hers on you. As a babysitter, you're God. You take the cow's money and leave her only enough to survive and to pay you again. By the end of a month, you'll be nearly at eight thousand dollars. Trust me, it's worth it." Lakia had sighed however, after her appreciation was shown. "This is all good but I really don't need anymore money Calinile. In fact, I'm fricking bored of money! That's all you get over in this country and, with the high income, comes the theft of pleasures I could openly enjoy for free back in India. Where in this fricking place can you bash a baby to death or drown a little girl and not expect the cops to be on your back? India may be dirt poor, but it has the advantage of numerous victims. Over here, my only victims so far have been a dog and a cat I was extremely lucky the missing pet articles didn't track back to me." Calinile sighed as well. "You're right. In third world countries you simply have to be wealthy to get away with your crimes. But over here, you have to be both wealthy and in a position high enough that you can control or manipulate the law to get away with your crimes. People of your criminal mind and sadistic tastes do exist in an immense number over here. But that number exists in government. And especially from within the law that our country praises for being so perfect. Judges, FBI directors, federal police, even local police commit sadistic crimes of similar if not greater violence to yours frequently. But their positions ensure they'll always get away with it. Unfortunately you have the money, but not the societal position to enjoy the freedom of murdering whoever you wish." "Do you think I could gain that societal position through my stepfather?," Lakia wondered aloud to herself. "Possibly," Calinile replied. "But he'd have to make friends with a lot of corrupt people to ensure he's protected. While it would be easy enough to find many villainous conservatives taking advantage of the community that trusts them, to befriend them and convince them to share their privileges with you would probably be as difficult as preschool socializing. A little boy wants to keep a toy to himself, taking it off him will get you hurt. Especially if he's bigger than you. And very sorry to be so blunt about this Lakia, while your stepfather is a wealthy giant, he's just not that giant to get away with crimes on the often basis you'd probably want to commit them. And also, he's liberal. And all true enemies of Nature and humankind are frequently the conservatives and extremists. You must understand those who are content with putting shackles on their tortured victims are always more than wary about letting a liberal in to share the freedom their power possesses. They only have their freedom by having everyone else kept captive." "Then I certainly understand the conservative much better than my dumb shit liberal father," Lakia snarled. "For back in India, when I used to enjoy causing harm to my fellow children, it was only because I was above them that it was possible. As their equal, life was shit. I hate equality!" "Which is why you're certainly conservative then," Calinile giggled. "And the crimes you commit are so evil and deeply unnatural that they share the same qualities with your fellow criminals in higher positions over here. Conservatives hate Nature. Every single day they are committing acts to damage it and keep humans enslaved to their rule. You Lakia, would get on very well with them were you in a position in this country's elite governing. However just as you are right now I'm afraid, they'd see you as nothing more than an insane, developing young serial killer. And they'd condemn you for the purpose of appearing good and moral to the masses. While in secret, they are undoubtedly committing crimes with twice the immorality of yours behind the barricade of the law." "Well I guess this is the horrific price I have to pay for comfort," Lakia sighed almost miserably. "Trapped inside a body craving cruel, conservative, sadistic traits. And lacking the position to be able to express them. There's a lot I'd give up to be a Judge or a federal officer over here who can have as many victims as they wish and control the very law itself at the same time." "I know exactly what you mean. It is not just with money that evil conservatives are obsessed. But also with the power immense wealth and high positions bring them. Power that I'm afraid your wealth doesn't make up a segment of. So therefore Lakia, I regret to say you're far from enjoying luxuries here you would have in India. Perhaps some day, if you spend your time studying hard now like the mega conformists, you may reach an elite position in American law and be given all the freedom you crave." "Yes I'm evil, and yes I'm conservative," Lakia began. "You only have to say one, they're the same thing," Calinile pointed out. "Sorry. What I meant is that while I have the traits of the conservative criminals, I simply lack their motivation to gain their high positions. While I want that more than anything, I'm afraid I'm too close to Nature in one aspect which separates me from them. And that's the fact I'm too lazy. And laziness is a natural value that conservatives, especially the elite ones in control of the population, detest. So I'll never have their privileges." "Well then my sweet Lakia," Calinile concluded their conversation in a deciding voice. "Your only option is to practice getting really good at covering up your crimes. For unlike the evil leaders of this country, you can't use the law to shield yourself. It's the law itself that will attack you to protect its own image. So if you're not in a position to use it, you must always be in a position to hide from it." Lakia never forgot these words and would make swell use of them throughout her entire lifestyle. Starting with her very first crime in America which, showing an unavoidable lack of gratitude to Calinile, was made from her gift to her. The babysitting job possessed that criminal creamy centre within the stale biscuit of the money that it promised. With laziness and a lack of motivation to gain the authority of other criminals, she had no use for money. But as a simple developing female serial killer, this little sadistic thirteen year old had all the use for the act of murder. She was warmly welcomed by that desperate old widow the second she showed up at Sashonia's door for the job that following Friday. "Oh thank God you showed up. I just don't know what to do! Ever since Calinile stepped out I've been so desperate for someone to care for little Terby." The aged woman's scarcely necessary mascara was in floods from her weeping. Lakia nodded content appreciation while showing a smirk of her superior position and not at all of politeness. In she strolled and was introduced about the stuffy home. Once this supervised exploration was complete, Lakia had already gathered all the knowledge required, despite not turning a single ear's worth of attention toward the short list of requirements Terby needed. The infant's location, that of the house's rear bedroom, was all Lakia was satisfied to discover. And showing the complete opposite to Calinile's suggestion, other than her cold expressions and silence, naught but casual caring was acted in her voice otherwise. Sashonia was greatly put at rest, near to tearful to have someone new and with seemingly a shred of empathy in her. So pleased was she when work called her in that she seized Lakia's hand and kissed it, ensuring her gratefulness was worthy of all her old lips could do for the young girl's knuckles. Then she departed, leaving the destiny of her baby in the abyss. For a while, Lakia spent her time preparing what she'd do, thinking it up with the comfort of knowing she had at the least seven hours to carry it out. Although it took her less then seven seconds to realise that whatever she did, it would naturally come to her as she did it. From the kitchen she collected a pair of green chillies and headed straight for the bedroom. After slicing them in half, she employed a pair of gloves to remove the seeds. Reaching for little Terby, she removed the toddler's unsoiled nappy. Then, with the seeds upon the tip of one gloved finger, she inserted them through the baby's anus and left them to their boiling sensation within the toddler's rectum. Instantly the baby began writhing in agonies as he felt them sizzling inside him. The shrieks already were horrific. Emptying the rest of the seeds onto her glove, she carefully rubbed them over the almost invisible baby genitals, ensuring as many as possible scraped over the head to the little penis. She pushed one chilli seed hard into the tip, nearly mashing that tiny cock back against the small body to which it was attached. The child's screams and cries were of the worst distress now, the thrashing continuing far more violently. Unable to resist any further, Lakia let her skirt fall to her ankles and tore down her panties. It was lucky she remembered to remove the chilli juiced gloves before she commenced masturbating. With her bare hands she rubbed and tickled her precious clit, sliding her fingers in and out with perfect, comfortable rhythm. Her body felt almost alien with joys, in a state of the most perfect vibrating luxury. It was sadistic heaven she'd thrown herself into, and the joys were delirious. Hearing the baby's endless screams and to know she was the cause of them let her trickle an increasing series of leaks onto her thighs. Then, to further this joy even more, she started to treat the child with immense evil. "Shut up you little sack of shit!," she snickered, spitting upon the baby. "There, that should cool you down you little fucker?" She frigged herself with one hand as with the other she grabbed the side to his crib and rattled it, causing the squealing baby to violently roll about in his pain. "Oooh!," she cried, feeling her finger bring more and more intense flames to rush up her body. Her eyes filled with a luxurious evil not the most sympathetic cry could touch. "You still too hot you little fuckwit? How about a nice refreshing drink?," Lakia pinched the toddler's nose and despite all the pain of the chilli seeds on his cock and within his bowel, he still opened his mouth for air. Lakia gathered all the spit she had in her throat currently and let it drop right into the baby's mouth, then held his jaws shut to ensure he swallowed it all. "Choke, choke you little dipshit!" When she took her hand away he started to squeal again, the pain obviously not letting up. Lakia giggled to herself as she took a step back to calm herself down, not wanting to fall into an orgasm just yet. "Those chilli seeds sure do the trick. I'll have to try them on a man or an older boy one day, so he can tell me how they actually feel." She stumbled out the room, unable to continue watching the little bastard in his thrashing agony or she'd surely let loose all down her legs. And she had much further evil to commit to him before she discharged. Returning to the kitchen, she filled a kettle to the brink and started boiling. Then as it commenced, she returned to the bedroom with a fork. The writhing toddler looked just the same upon her return as it had on her departure. "Alright that's it," she stated, trying to sound serious and hide the giggles in her voice. She lifted the baby's legs and held the fork to his rear. "I'm gonna fork you hard!" And with that she started stabbing the kitchen utensil repeatedly at the baby's ass. The fork prongs stabbed until they bloodied the anus then started to tear it. The fork soon slid all the way in, lacerating the rectum while being yanked out and shoved in again. After nearly fifty thrusts, a thick pool of blood and torn flesh had gathered about the screaming toddler's bleeding ass crack. Once this was completed, Lakia happily threw the fork away and skipped back out of the room. She returned with the kettle of boiling water. "Oh this is going to burn so fricking much," she giggled, standing over the crib and only gently starting to tilt her hand. A single drop of the liquid fell to the toddler's chest and started to sear it. The baby leapt nearly a mile into the air with that single touch. "Ooops," Lakia snickered. "Looks like I found something a little hotter than chilli." Her grin widened, her other hand started to tickle her clit and slide a finger up and down her slit. And ever so slowly, as she was thrown into a further irritation of pleasure between her legs, the grip of her other hand tilted more and more. The more she pleasured herself, the further her sadistic sex drive took over, the less the consequences would matter. Finally she tilted her hand all the way with one burst of cruel energy. As a tide of boiling water fell upon the baby and started to burn its flesh with the most horrific heat, Lakia started to scream. Scream from the pleasure of her little cunt as it started to leak orgasmic liquor over her frigging fingers and down the insides of her thighs. Her orgasm was a few seconds away while what seemed like a decade of impossible agonies commenced for the burned baby. His horrific shrieks didn't just bring the sadist off. It skyrocketed that teenage girl all the way to the stars. She almost cried as she let go of the kettle and felt the most intense throbbing hurl her into a world of fantastic sadistic pleasure. As that precious discharge was wondrously frigged by her own furiously working hand, those endless cries of burning pain were what brought her through. Let her slide so majestically through the embrace of pleasure and to enjoy every second of it. It brought her to her knees as it occurred, then to the ground as she had to lean one arm upon the floor. Finally she got to her feet once it was over and stared down at the end result of her torture subject. Before the act she felt intense arousal, during it thorough enjoyment, and after it a sense of pride at having accomplished such an evil deed. She looked at the child covered in those burns and thoroughly enjoyed viewing its agony cold blooded. Yet it wasn't for long that her blood remained cold. A new arousal was fast approaching. She fingered herself, realising she could full well accomplish another discharge and returned to the kitchen. This time she brought back something even more frightful (if it were possible) for that half dead young child to behold. While it was only a spoon, the pain demented child would be correct in assuming its purpose wasn't friendly as it advanced toward his eyes. Casually using the spoon, Lakia dug out one eyeball then the other and spat in the sockets. Throwing aside the spoon, she leapt into the crib and started frigging herself over the dying, writhing scorched body. Her knees were parted so carefully that not one of its heated little limbs could brush her thighs. She screamed during this activity even louder than the prior. "Oh fuck yes! Here I come! Here I cum you fucking little bastard! Drink it! Drink it all!" She let her cum leak down her legs and flicked what droplets she could straight at the baby's blinded face. Yet by now the agonies had knocked it unconscious and in a few more seconds it had finally died. It perished while Lakia remained in the depths of Heaven, her every sexual nerve tickled by the intense evil behind her crime. Finally she decided it was time to set about cleaning up after her crime. She lowered her pretty little feet out of the crib and onto the floor. Standing up straight and exhaling the last of her orgasm out of her little body, this precious young sadist commenced covering her tracks. In the fashion of an expert, she fixed her hands back into a pair of gloves, gathered up the kettle and all the utensils she'd touched. These were carefully placed into a container she'd brought with her, that of which she'd dump in a dumpster far away from the crime scene. Back into the bedroom she strolled, snatching up the mere garbage which was the child's corpse and hurling it into the bathtub, running the water onto it until all her finger prints, spittle and discharge were cleaned from it. All she did next was simply write a note in carefully copied handwriting from the example of A4 paper sheet reminders Sashonia had left tacked up on the fridge. In this accurate little handwriting example, she wrote an entire confession of insanity from Sashonia, including how she had recently felt so depressed she'd tortured her own baby. Then at the bottom, stated she would kill herself. Lakia left the note on the fridge and the toddler's cleaned body on the living room floor, then watched from outside the kitchen window as Sashonia returned and fell into a horrified state beside the child. It was common knowledge that this woman, abused and used by all around her, was living life only for her baby. And without him, suicide would certainly be her only activity. She seized the nearest knife and slit her throat, dying while cuddling her dead child close to her chest. The result was more accurate than Lakia had predicted. Although had Sashonia not offed herself, she'd have quickly leapt in and stabbed her while she phoned the police. Yet instead, everything resulted in perfect expectation. The old bitch was dead and her baby just as tortured as she confessed to him being in that note Lakia had forged for her. So with that our young sadist departed her first babysitting job, a success indeed. Lakia would always be fondly proud of that episode. She returned to that penthouse with the complete reassurance that the crime would remain without any further inquiry. Into her bed she leapt, drawing the covers over her and sleeping soundly in their warmth. She awoke with the heating sunlight glaring through the window of that summit-placed apartment as usual. And also as usual, she slid her feet into her slippers and ventured downstairs for breakfast. For the following nights she'd masturbate to that accomplishment of hers, all of the orgasms spectacular yet none quite enacting a rival position to the one she'd experienced while actually committing the act. Lakia would soon allow herself an improved abundance in her criminal activities. This task of babysitting had flipped the switch to re-introduce herself into the world she'd began in India. That intense feeling derived from the pain she caused others was certainly that of a drug that a desperate evildoer could not be deprived of for long. You would fail to find anything left of sympathy in her now, had there been any of it to begin with. Resmor required plentiful attention as usual, throughout all this Lakia was most bitter yet had now developed the skill of at least demonstrating a quality act of pleasantness for the old hag. And it was greatly appreciated by Resmor, who assumed at last kindness was being offered her worn body by the youthful granddaughter in her company. Resmor lacked all of those Muslim expectations of viewing women inferior. She'd always praised her daughter and insisted she abandon their religion for independence. Her daughter had been less of a tough spirit, submitting to the evil control-freak doom that was impending on her the moment she met the man who'd recently raped and left her. When her daughter gave birth to Lakia, Resmor was cheered to have another family member to help soothe the suffering from the daily cases of poverty in the early days of our heroine. From this, the old bitch had established a bond with her during toddlerhood. One that Lakia, although doing everything to show her detesting of her throughout childhood, couldn't possibly break. So finally it had occurred to her the wiser act was to simply bide her time with it, give that impression of love to lift Resmor's spirits. And finally one day she'd get around to the crushing of them she'd long planned for. Resmor aside, her time would be best spent in the company of her friends. They who could officially fuel her amusements in life. Very little self esteem had amounted to very little talk itself from her mother. And after that last visit from her husband in India, that feeling of having failed as a woman nearly completely banished her from sanity. She simply did all the required household chores given her by the politician who provided her the wealthy American lifestyle. But it was a lifestyle she rarely used and looked upon it with naught but shame. In what right did she deserve the gifts of the Earth when Allah would steal them from her in death and subject her to ruthless punishments? She'd sinned against her husband, he'd forever despise her for it, and now her time in America seemed to her as a ticking time bomb for the oncoming Hell at the end of her struggles. Better rush to Hell itself as soon as possible, was her final decision. Two days after Lakia's first babysitting job, her mother hurled herself from the penthouse window. I leave it to the reader to imagine the dimensions of her splatter when it at last came to land upon the pavement all those storeys below. Lakia's stepfather promised only a deeper care for her would ensue after the event of her mother's demise, when the true result was he was simply occupied at work on a more regular basis. Resmor, to the deepest misfortune of this event, would see it as an opportunity to grow closer to Lakia. Lakia who just before it, had committed the error of showing politeness to the elderly witch. With a few extra chores in attending to her, Lakia tried to look on the bright side and away from the dark realm of Resmor's increased attention to her. With her mother out of the way, there was one less person to inquire into her hours spent away from home. And her stepfather had little interest in her doings now. She was his obligation to appear as a wealthy giant of good deeds, she was in no way loved by him. The only person to deal her true love was Resmor, she who was in the negative zone here. So therefore, any sign of family love was hindrance to Lakia. And one less person to supply it would succeed in increasing the pleasantness of her new life. So therefore, as stated, looking toward her friends was where she'd find the required joys and expansions on evil. Any comfort they attempted to give her for the sake of her mother was swiftly discouraged. She announced to all of them, Mokalia seeming the only one to be lacking impressive responses, that the death of her mother had done little else but please her. And that, in acting cruel enough to enjoy the death of a relative, it was a fine subject to even masturbate to. The thought of her mother dropping all that way and exploding, why, it would cause leaks to run from her cunt. Her friends soon abandoned all moves to comfort and joined her in pleasure. This advancing to sexual adventures very shortly. If there was one thing Lakia would enjoy more than her own corrupting, it would be corrupting others. Lowering those sweet American teenagers to the very level she currently occupied. And although some, such as Mokalia, would only venture with her sexually and refuse to be corrupted, the others would both explore with her and stoop to her level as well. Yes, by surrounding herself with her own kind, Lakia would compensate for the loss of the more abundant opportunity for unpunished evils her prior country had permitted her. Over here, she'd simply have to take Calinile's advice. Without a position high enough to share with the wealthy conservative criminals, Lakia would have to rely only on herself to clean up the immense blood pools her upcoming sadism would leave. Chapter 2 Lakia's school life was another area in which, confessing her sadistic side amid the most sadistic her school could offer, she could give vent to her various evil differences. Juline, Eva and Mokalia could be conducted to evils just as easily as Calinile and Geneta showed the will to commit them. Individually, they had deeper differences than what Lakia's simple background of evil showed. Lakia was cold, without much thought to life itself save what area of it could best service herself. Juline on the other hand, was protective of her morals, driven that way by the molestation which had occurred to her as a six year old. Lakia would discover her shyness, her fright, her eye watering fear was always most present during sex ed or in the act of anything sexual. For a long while, Lakia would keep away from the bed with her. Yet when finally she decided to forcefully show her pleasure methods to Juline, that decision was final. "Please, I hate being touched," Juline groaned as Lakia tore down her pyjama pants nonetheless, the night hour seeming to beg it of them that they experience joys together. "Forget what happened to you at the hands of that fat beast," Lakia insisted, gliding her palms over the trembling, pale belly of her friend. "I'm your acquaintance, you can trust me. You've let me into all your secrets. I'll keep them if I may keep your body available by me whenever I require it. And show you the various ins and outs of pleasure this tool can do you." Lakia produced a dildo, rubbed the tip around the entrance but didn't penetrate, guessing correctly Juline would turn catatonic if she attempted that. Moving it aside she let her fingers gently tickle her friend, inspire electric jolts to the clitoris and cause those little cunt lips to begin leaking in the manner of excitement. Yes, despite a blushing face, momentarily now and then hidden by her veiling hands, Juline was starting to water down there. "I... Lakia it feels so good. But I feel so guilty." "You didn't show a sign of guilt when you bullied that boy to the point of cutting his own throat. Showing guilt here? Why my honey, that is foolish. You're a sadist, like me. Forget the cruel bastard who made you believe sex was immoral. When consensual, it's the most natural deed on the planet. And if you pursue a career of cruelty, one day you may just get your hands on your tormentor and may do with him as you wish. But even more important than developing the societal grounds to capture and slaughter him, you must ensure your passion for cruelty is nicely prepared beforehand. And that comes from the frigging. You feel alive yet honey?" Juline wiped the last of her briefly mortified tears away and none returned. She sat upon the bed beside Lakia and thanked her, kissing her mouth with a sudden fearless tonguing. "I have to confess, I'm lesbian. That's why I'm ashamed. Even more than that of fearing sex again. I know, ever since I was penetrated in that way as a younger kid, I want it only with females now." "Then I'm a female at your service," Lakia had replied, kissing and even suckling the girls lips into her mouth as she returned the mouthings. "Provided you convince me that my kindness is earned by one of my equals, I shall give all I possibly can to those of my equality." As bullies, they proved themselves twins in the category. Perhaps Juline even more so than Lakia thanks to the successful roads to suicide she constantly paved before the feet of whining fat, nerded outcast boys. Yet in sadism, Juline's preference was elsewhere to that of humans or even animals. Juline had only one field in cruelty that, impressed enough by it, Lakia permitted her to remain her friend and fellow frigatrice. She liked to capture belongings, burn them, then return them. The two enacted several of these crimes together. They stole an elderly widow's photo album, torched all her holiday memories and marriage photos, then returned the smoking ruin with a cruel little note. `Fond Times Forever Gone,' it read. The two, watching with binoculars from Juline's tree house, frigged each other while watching the old bitch cry. Juline, hating males especially, used her pretty adorable features to lure in a bulky teen boy who reminded her of her molester. Therefore, when obtaining ahold of his prized Iphone, wasted no time in stepping on it while she seduced him. He went mad with rage before he could enter her and she nailed him in the nuts with one foot. As he stumbled back she spat in his eye. Therefore, the violence was present with her alright. But most appreciated was the use of her cell phone when she took several pictures with his pants down and posted them abundantly on the internet and sent them to multiple friends. That kid became a shell of his former brave self after that. And Juline was most pleased when Lakia informed her that, sneaking ahold of his shorts while he had ridded himself of them, she'd snuck several wasp nests into the pockets. With his allergy, he was hospitalized that night before he could return to school the following week. Having demolished Juline's morals, established her career in both lesbianism and sadism, Lakia was sure she'd be as pleased with the results as her friend would be. After all, better to make good of a bad situation than let it haunt you forever. And Juline, far from being set on the path of a scarred prude for her remaining days, was certain to embrace sex and use it to the point of obtaining ahold of her tormentor. She would, once he was released from prison nine years later, seduce and capture him. To summarize it, his death included a smearing of honey on his genitals, a swarm of bees encouraged to attack them and his head tied in a plastic bag during the occurrence. He'd live to feel the last of his junk be stung to the deepest agonies, and finally expire from loss of air shortly after it. Juline would escape with no charges, and how thoroughly happy had Lakia made her life. This was, in a case not as rare as one would think, a time when evil could leave good behind. And although Juline was anything but a good girl, she deserved that good she received from that evil person. She needed happiness, and deserved gaining it. Despite the fact being responsible for an ended life in high school and many property burning inconveniences. A cheerful minor arsonist was the result of her person, and her life was splendid. Eva was also influenced by Lakia. She enjoyed her bullying, yet would regret its outcome after having frigged herself. This was a girl who'd commit the destruction of the Earth itself, were it not for the certain, cold, regretting feelings to settle in straight after. Lakia encouraged her to rid herself of these by keeping her constantly stimulated at every given opportunity. Eva would bash up a nerd girl, break her glasses, injure her eye and walk away proudly with the fuck dripping down her legs. She'd enter the bathroom, frig herself, and come out pale and almost pained with regret and filled with the terror of karma. She'd be walking straight in the direction of the nerd again to apologize when Lakia would grab ahold of her, escort her back to the bathroom and frig her afresh. She'd make endless love to her and drive her into an immense sexual stamina, that of which Eva eventually accustomed herself to never leaving. So her bullying was tenfold, and her regrets now very rare. When she had them, she'd confess to her mother. Her mother who was never much harsh. And she'd confess in Church on Sundays. Yet she'd laugh at those confessions when on Monday, in the school bathrooms, Lakia was frigging her yet again. The two of them once derailed an entire passenger train and never got caught. Perhaps because there was only seven casualties and nine wounded, that the event wasn't too closely examined. Using gloves, they went straight down to the rails and dislodged them, smashed at them and eventually twisted their course with several tools. Although their feminine wrists would have slight aches from this brief day of manual labor, it was all worth it. And their wrists all the more comfortable when employing their fingers to friggings later on. The two watched from the Penthouse balcony, viewing the little line in the distance slide off the required course and could basically hear the passenger screams echo all the way to the building walls. Although they'd never have the pleasure of knowing, Eva and Lakia came simultaneously with the last breath of the first casualty. A beautiful coincidence to note here. As for the others, they all died far more slowly, pinned under chunks of dislodged metal and with decapitated limbs here and there. Ever since that event, which was luckily correctly narrowed down to cruel kids and not terrorism, Lakia had to pay constant attention to Eva. She spent a good many months of her thirteenth year ensuring her friend was always well frigged and her mind constantly on sex, nothing else. For anything else would cause murderer's guilt to sink in. And Eva certainly wouldn't survive that, at least not without confessing and bringing major consequences to both of them. Finally this burden of worry was removed from Lakia, as Eva became the girlfriend to a savage punk boy whose street crimes were so cruel they made the actions of Eva and Lakia put together seem like good deeds. Mokalia, the last of Lakia's minor importance friends, was the prettiest black haired lass you could find in the district. If she didn't marry the wealthiest man in the world or enjoy the attention of a million others, she certainly wouldn't be making full use of her gifts. That's what was always correctly said about her. And Mokalia, taking heed of this, would live up to both those expectations, becoming a brothel owner and a politicians wife. During her childhood, she was even less eager to commit sadistic crimes than Eva and Juline before Lakia had got them properly started. In fact, Mokalia was the one who never really had a moment's stooping to Lakia's level. She killed a frog once, felt bad about it, and that's all there is to say. Peer pressure was behind the crime, no blame could be left with her. The frog's family, if capable of seeing the immense guilt for the killing of one of their so called `insignificant species,' would have undoubtedly attempted to speak words of forgiveness to her in their toad language. So Mokalia, forgiven even by the frogs, seen as the true angel she was by everyone else, soon had nothing to give Lakia but a few amusements when she'd casually bully someone. But even her bullying was on such a minimum level it doesn't require any attention in this novel. There you have the three friends accompanying Lakia's decided better two. And of the three insignificants, Lakia's attempts were worthwhile yet never pursued as far as she took things with Calinile. Calinile was willing to travel to the ends of the road in crime, provided she was positive to get away with it. And her bullying would extend all the way to maiming. In seventh grade she'd cut off two fingers of a shy boy whose family was kind enough not to press charges. And now, with Lakia beside her, her most savage crimes included causing a child of ten to lose both arms and one leg. Simply by viciously harming a captured cattle dog week after week then setting it loose within the child's front yard. The beast, driven by cruelty to attack and rip asunder any human in his way, did so perfectly to the victim in question. It did not take long for these two precious heroines, Calinile and Lakia, to establish a lesbian relationship with even deeper extensions than the mere boundaries between them that mutual frigging trampled. No, once within either of their beds and out of sight of relatives or fellow acquaintances, they'd trib until the sun came up. Calinile, to make things further interesting between them, would introduce her younger eleven year old sister Risilina into these activities. The child was a splendid black-haired thing with features even more delicate than Mokalia's, and almost doubled in adorability. She wasn't quite orgasming to the fullest yet. But they'd be shocked at what they could produce from the delicate, blushing little girl when Calinile would suckle and tongue her cunt lips and Lakia perform similar generous acts to her mouth. Calinile's explanation of her freedom of secrecy with Risilina, was explained one night when all three of them were under the covers together, rejoicing in the short-lived calm of their relieved, lively young sexual systems. "I don't usually have time to make friends among my siblings," Calinile admitted. "I almost detest my two older sisters. When I heard I was going to have a third, I decided I'd make this one my equal. Do everything to have her as my closest friend, which is certainly the outcome that is bound to happen. You're the only thing that confuses it Lakia, for you're actually the only person I value on her level. But that fact aside, I've tried to teach her everything in sadism. But I'm terrible at influencing. And my intelligence is superior to many my age, and Risilina can't sometimes process all I say. So therefore Lakia, you who made the viciously molested Juline find comfort in sex again and drove the remorseful Eva to derail a passenger train, I'm hoping you will act the role as the finest teacher for Risilina. She doesn't just need someone immoral in her life, but someone who can share that immorality with her and view her more coldly than I at the same time. See her as simply a student, praise her only when the praise is earned." Lakia took on this task with the highest enthusiasm. Activities with any of her friends as simple as insect killings would double the effects of their pleasures in solitude. And also remove her angered thoughts at the restrictions which held her back from committing greater crimes. "Remember honey, always keep your fingers clear of the flame when burning an ant hill," Lakia was gently explaining to her observer several days later. Risilina watched with fascination, committed with slight fright, yet never had a moment of regret afterward. "That was great. How about something bigger?," Risilina suggested, her enthusiastic eyes almost blazing with that intent. Lakia nodded and fetched a kitten out of a neighbour's yard. She tied it down to the pavement, fitted one of her mother's sharpest stiletto shoes upon one of Risilina's small feet and insisted her go to work. The child's efficiency at stabbing that creature all over with multiple stomps and causing its blood to run is almost indescribable. She started with the back legs, then the groin, and worked her way up so it remained alive throughout most of the stabbings. Seeing her eyes blazing with joy the whole way through, Lakia felt her crotch and almost found it damp through her shorts. "Take that little fucker!," she proudly giggled as the kitten finally died. Lakia escorted her inside straight after and frigged her beside the warmth of the fireplace. It was then that, seemingly fired up even more from the masturbation, Risilina performed a cunnilingus on her friend with skill equal to that in which her manner of dispatching cats had shown. Lakia had never been better tongued in her life, nor seen her leaking fuck so willingly absorbed by the hungry, coal-eyed little girl. It was the teacher's pleasure to sleep with her student on multiple occasions after that. So Calinile, providing her access to her relative who became one of Lakia's closest friends, was a far better contributor to the pleasures in Lakia's life than the prior three. As for Geneta, having relevance far greater in a later stage of this story, will be skipped for now. Excluding Mokalia and the young Risilina from this event, four girls would aid Lakia in the following crime, great enough to deserve a quality mentioning. Eva was enthusiastic, freshly frigged for the job. Juline in the mood to practice and expand on her sadism. Calinile just as enthusiastic as ever, fearing nothing greater than usual at the same time. And Geneta, whose mood was a replica of Calinile's. That's how they appeared upon the doorstep to Lakia's penthouse apartment on this particular day of superb sunshine. And from within it, our central heroine was just ceasing her morning dress routine. "Well, I expect something quite extreme is in the planning today," Lakia murmured as she opened her door and saw the teenage girls gathered there. Calinile nodded. "I'm so horny I could burn down a children's hospital with all the patients contained inside." "I'm equally horny," Geneta admitted. Juline and Eva, while looking down at their feet, murmured almost with shame that their states were of equivalents. Lakia, letting them in and seating all upon her couch, had her servants bring them morning refreshments while they explained the activity to her that they were intent to commit. "The two of us who are less eager to physically commit," Calinile explained while referring to Eva and Juline. "Will act as the lookouts while the three of us, surely deep enough in our arousal to do anything, shall play the main roles. What we plan to do is surround this seventy year old babysitter, bash her within an inch of her life then throw the baby down the nearest drain. The child should live, but will be covered in filth and grazed on the gravel. And the sitter's remaining years shall be cut short. It is a crime, while mild to the three of us, is very extreme to Juline and Eva. And we are all leaking with eagerness to commit it. She passes by a deserted avenue daily, it is there we shall land our attack while wearing these." She passed around a handful of casual white masks available for purchase at any art store yet which concealed appearance beautifully. As a team they approached that alley and disguised themselves only the instant they set booted foot down within a metre of its concealment. Glancing around to ensure they were out of sight, Juline and Eva together pushed an immense dumpster across one side, blocking off its exit. Then the two kept watch from behind this barricade. The other three strolled proudly down the alley and behind various nooks in the brick and ridges of cement, they hid themselves supremely from view. The sound of weak plastic centred wheels scraping gravel indicated the approach of the elderly creature's pram, behind of which that old hag was driving forward. The baby, almost a year old, was fast asleep in the mobile device. Halfway through the usual sound of that pram being pushed, the noise halted with her noticing that the road's end was blocked off. She took the time to adjust those tiny glasses just to be sure of it, whereupon she was the victim of several pouncing attackers. Calinile casually seized the old ladies head, head-butted her by driving her forehead straight against her jaw and hurling her to the ground. Blood flecked the plastic of her mouth while, upon the gravel, the lady gaped with her split jaw, unable to conjure so much as a yelp for help. Calinile booted her in the stomach once to ensure any further movement from the hag was impossible. Meanwhile, Geneta seized the baby and held it up to Lakia, who first spat in its face then removed a handful of toothpicks from her pocket. These she stabbed between the baby's legs, spiking its genital area and causing the blood to race down its legs. Finally its furious crying ceased when, passed from Geneta to Calinile, it was thrown into the gutter as planned. Prior to this however, they had not neglected to drive two separate toothpicks down each ear canal and destroy the creature's ear drums, leaving it doomed to a deaf life should it survive. "We could have had a hundred times more fun with it," Lakia objected to Calinile who shook her head. "Despite all that we're doing, Juline and Eva will be thrown into a huge panic if we take things further with the child. Besides, it will suffer more if it survives. For now, let's enjoy ensuring this old cow's demise." Calinile first removed her boot then stripped off her sock. She stepped her pretty, nail painted bare foot over the broken jaw of the old bitch. "Lick you old worthless piece of trash!," she snickered. "Praise my pretty teen foot!" The old creature did as best she could to please her in hopes of mercy. Yet Calinile's foot was merely there to silence her while Lakia stomped on her legs and broke her shins to fragments. Thanks to her dentures falling out, nothing but the sensations of her useless gums massaged against Calinile's sole. Lakia finally ceased smashing the old woman's legs to shards and then, with Geneta's help, located a quality handful of mud, of which together they squashed up into a mouth sized ball. This was shoved through the old lady's jaw, choking her down her oesophagus. Then one last kick to the chest was delivered by Lakia before it was confirmed that, certainly with that breaking rib sound, the elderly hag would die either here or from the hospitalization they had caused. The girls briefly waited for Calinile to fit her sock and boot back on then fled to the end of the avenue, alerting the other two who were already fleeing a mile ahead of them. They gathered again in the residence of Lakia, all of them retreating to her bedroom instantly, breathing heavily in their trembling systems of building excitement. It was here, during this occurrence that, having just committed a great crime together, that they stomped out all other boundaries as well. Calinile sat upon the bed, kicked off her boots and then, her socks kindly removed by Geneta, she pointed her feet toward her friends. "I was enjoying that worship from our victim far too much to have it stopped now. Anyone care to take over?" Juline did so, sucking every one of Calinile's toes while she was frigged by Lakia. Lakia who at the same time polluted Eva and deeply tongued her mouth. Watching the display before her, Geneta frigged Calinile and herself simultaneously. Kisses were exchanged between all these cruel girls, eventually all taking a turn to frig each other and pay some licking homage to the soles of Calinile's pretty feet. They finally all timed their discharges together, leaking hotly down their gorgeous thighs. "Oh I needed that," Calinile sighed, dragging Juline down beside her and savagely kissing her, frigging as well to keep her aroused. Geneta did the exact same with Eva, intent not to let the weaker links have any moment of experiencing remorse. During these doings, Lakia busied herself elsewhere in the room. Noticing a large huntsmen spider crossing her bedside table, Lakia impaled it with a toothpick. Then, throwing its writhing body to the floor, masturbated and let her cum drip upon its pained insectoid body. Noticing her doings, Eva gave her rude but stimulating slaps to the ass. "You naughty little sadist!," she yelled. They all discharged afresh and no sooner were these doings done than the girls were planning new ones. Juline, surprising everyone, suggested something so far assumed beyond her means. "How about we burn down an entire house? Arson is the least easy crime of which the criminals can be located." "Yes," Geneta insisted, exciting both herself and Juline (who she was kissing) at the same time. "With at least one person inside I reckon." "No, that's going a little too far," Juline then insisted. "Yes way too far!," Eva nearly shrieked. "Just burning all their belongings sounds good enough." "Alright," Calinile decided. "Lakia? What do you think?" Lakia nodded, her gaze firm and showing certain calm enthusiasm for it. "We'll torch the place, return here and watch it burn while we frig ourselves from my balcony." "We won't get back here in time, Calinile objected. "We need to burn down a house that, across the road from which, is an abandoned residence that we can watch the disaster from the window. Yards will be searched, so we have to ensure we are safely inside our viewing grounds before we begin. The heat from the burning building will fire us up even more no doubt." It was arranged, Lakia and Calinile set the fire with a match and a can of gasoline. The two rushed away, scaling several back fences with the plain masks on their faces. These were discarded, their heavy robes removed as well and their appearance changed back into that of calm school girls. They made their way back around the block and entered the house opposing their target. By then the fire was starting to flare up. Waiting inside, nervous yet aroused, Juline, Eva and Geneta were already naked and savagely loving each other. The two instigators joined in. Calinile had her toes sucked by Juline and shared abundant kisses with Eva. Lakia displayed her perfect little bronze ass and had her anus tickled by Geneta's tongue. They exchanged positions and lovers. Each girl grabbed, squeezed and pinched a teen breast, licked out a teenage vagina and left each other's thighs lubricated. For nearly twenty minutes during this unquenchable fire, despite all they did, the lust of Eva seemed as equally unquenchable. She closed her thighs around each of their heads in turn, having them lick her out to a discharge. In this fury of pleasure, inspired even more from the heat emerging across the street, she drank not just Calinile's discharge, but also ordered the evil girl piss into her mouth. All the liquid waste was consumed as well. In this fire, Eva was in the throes of the most angry pleasures. Perhaps because she realised there was no going back now, and that to cope with her guilt later, she had to make these momentary pleasures worth it. She frigged Juline while Calinile took her turn sucking her out. Lakia sprawled under her and suckled her hard little teen nipples, licking them into the most furiously aroused state. During all this, Geneta placed a foot on either side of Eva's body and while Lakia continued to suck on her tits from under her, Calinile her cunt from behind and Juline submit to her friggings, Geneta hotly washed further passions into the fired up young lass. This simply by emptying her bladder onto her back. Rolling off Lakia, Eva splashed around in the liquid and even hungrily lapped it up from the floor, screaming. "More! More! I fucking need more all my nerves are fucking tickled afire! Fuck! Someone fuck me!" Instead of fucking, Lakia viciously pounded her fingers into the teen's cunt while Juline, returning the favour for her earlier frigging, made the experience more enjoyable for Eva by stimulating her clit. The teenager's body shook violently through orgasm after orgasm, eventually appearing to flush out all her lust and she collapsed in a dizzy, exhausted, barely breathing heap of taut teen flesh. Lakia lay atop her exhausted body, not caring for the weight she put on her and insisted she be frigged upon it. Juline took care of this and while Eva was still out of breath from under her, Lakia leaked her orgasm onto the piss-spattered teen's bare buttocks. "Fuck fuck fuck! Yes, burn that fucking house! Kill everyone near it! BURN!," Lakia shrieked as she discharged around Juline's hard working fingers, putting immense weight on Eva's body which basically acted as a skin pillow beneath her. Yet her friend was too exhausted to make complaint of this. After sharing several more attentions between each other, spreading out their love as evenly as possible, it was decided that Eva should perform the remaining submitting tasks in exchange for all the attention they gave her earlier. Eventually, as the blaze consumed more of the property across from them and crowds had emerged amid the fire trucks, the naked girls snuggled upon the couch. Calinile and Lakia lay in the middle, Geneta and Juline hugging them about the shoulders. Eva went along, placing her head in turn between each of their thighs and relieving them as they continued to watch their handiwork. Out of all three, Calinile came the hardest. Eva's lips were soaked and her throat filled with that brilliant girl's discharge as her thighs clamped her on either side of her skull, slamming together ever so tightly. "Yes!," Calinile shrieked. "Oh fuck yes, swallow my fucking cum while that fucking house burns aahhhh! Yes I hope innocents are killed! I fucking hope innocents are fucking killed!" Calinile dug her fingers into Eva's scalp while she humped her face. Geneta was no less rude when her turn came around and as for her voicing of cheer for the burning house, profanity was not at all deducted. Juline simply reclined and had a glazed over look in her sweet, darling eyes as she watched the flames flicker, her body slowly soothing out of the immense sea of pleasure and eventually fitting her back into the shoes of average mood. While Lakia was serviced by Eva, the fire was nearly entirely quenched. Yet that didn't halt her from violently humping the girl's face, almost giving her a bruised nose as she drove her cunt in harsher contact with its pleasure generator in every thrust. "Drink! Drink you little bitch while I watch that house turn to ashes. Oh yes! Fucking damned God yes! Holy shit! I think I see a body bag!" She released Eva right after her discharge had been completely tongued from her, and the girl whipped around in horror, not wanting to see truth in what Lakia had lastly shouted. But it was true alright. A bag was being prepared for a certain small pile of charred bones. "Crime was more successful than we thought," Geneta observed. "We should get out of here," Calinile encouraged. "Fuck!," Juline cried in horror, although there was also somewhere deep in her eyes, the spark of joy at the concept she shared with the others. "We're so fricking evil!" They all departed, dashing out the back door after they'd all dressed themselves and left no evidence in the living room save a few liquids the floorboards would eventually absorb. They scaled several fences then returned to a casual walking all the way back to Lakia's penthouse. All were wide eyed, yet really only Eva presented the expression from shock. The others all had the warm feeling of crime still bathing their bodies, and their eyes wide only from the immense pleasures it was still tickling their sadistic systems with, even after having discharged at the crime scene so many times. "You do realise I think we killed someone," Eva murmured, her voice almost breaking as they said their goodbyes at Lakia's door. "We realise that because we think so too," Geneta assured. Lakia reached out and gently rubbed the nervous girl's shoulders. "Not to worry. No one will find out. As for your conscience, just tell it to shut up and keep on masturbating. That's what all us smart girls do. I'll see you all later." She closed the door, headed back into the calm quiet of the wealthy apartment and enjoyed every last concept of the murder which could have occurred. She ordered her servant fill up her bath tub and for hours she soaked in it, getting the water to be refreshed frequently and multiple taps turned on so it bubbled like a spa. Lakia, murmuring softly while the thought of the crime re-occurred to her again and again in that steamy room, eventually fell asleep. It was lucky (for her and not her future victims) that she didn't drown while having that beautiful slumber amid the warm layers of water. That night, just as soundly as she had slept in the bathtub, she did so in the warmth of her bed. Was there any crime too great for her? Obviously nothing that Nature itself could invent. She invited Eva around to her house one night later, just to check how she was managing with the knowledge of the death they'd inflicted, which they'd discovered was of a six year old boy. She was pale all through dinner, and seemed of a mild state of talking. So afterward, Lakia insisted she accompany her to her bedroom. In the silence and privacy, Eva wept while Lakia enfolded her in a hug. "I feel fucking horrible!," Eva whined, cuddling close to she who'd encouraged such an act. "I have a little brother, I just kept thinking, what if someone did that to him? Burned him alive? Oh shit I can't stand the thought. Lakia what are we? What am I?" "Nothing but a natural sadist my darling, and while it could have been your brother, you have to acknowledge the truth of this fact. It wasn't!" Lakia insisted this while holding the weeping girl's gaze in her hands, cradling her by the chin. "You need to enjoy your evil. There is no karma. What happened to that little bastard victim of ours will never happen to your brother. Will never happen to you. The only fire you'll ever feel against your precious skin is the fire of arousal. And how about, in celebration for the crime we so beautifully committed, we start burning that fire right now." They kissed and eventually fell into the deepest love making. The whole while through, Lakia ensured her friend was stimulated to the max. Ensured also that not another tear emerged from her eyes and only profanities, and the screeching desire to commit more crimes. As she tickled her clit and drove her near the peak of pleasures, Lakia insisted she shout her pride in them. "Say that you're happy that little boy died you little bitch! I know you are!," Lakia screeched. "I proudly declare I'm happy for it and I'm not even being frigged! You can do it! Say the little fucker deserved it! Come on now." Eva shut her eyes, torn between those impossible pleasures of her friend's hand and the firm grip her conscience still had over her. "I'm fucking glad he died!," she cried, yet only through a whisper that, while she enjoyed a segment of it, the majority was spoken simply to please Lakia. As the cum rushed down her legs, Eva experienced the sting of guilt closely aligned to that of the pleasure of the release. Therefore, at this disadvantage, such a sadist could never be of true appreciation for the way of life she was living. Yet she still committed herself to it, and to the frigging of Lakia in her turn. What a contrast between the two girl's moods was shown here indeed! As Lakia had her cunt heated under the sweet, clit tickling hands of her friend, she soon demand Eva shove as many fingers inside her as possible. While her friend complied to these wishes, Lakia yelled in her most immense tone while that slippery release rushed down her thighs and trickled over her lowest quarter as far as her knees. "Fuck yess!! Die little boy! I hope you burned alive little boy. I hope you burned in the worst pains possible and will continue to burn in Hell forever! Burn little fucker... ahhhh yess... fucking burn!" She cried all this while spilling into Eva's palm the final squirt of her orgasmic fluid, the basic wet signature to all her evil personality. They crawled under the covers and went off to sleep kissing and suckling each other's lips. But Eva only remained for an hour before having to leave, entirely troubled in guilt. Bathing in remorse just as thoroughly as before. However Lakia still lay silent, pretending to be asleep as she watched her weeping friend leave. She soothed herself by reassuring that, to no matter what extent the guilt stretched, Eva certainly wouldn't be of a stupidity to admit their deed to anyone. So quite the contrary to Eva, Lakia slept calmly the remainder of that night. Over the following few weeks however, ill fate fell upon her control of her interior, raging personality. Of course, it is toward her despise of Resmor we refer, of which concealing it behind polite manners at last dropped out of her every possible reach of accomplishment. The old hag was driving her firmly on the road to once again hatching a quality murder plan for her, here in America. These events commenced with a simple breakfast with her, over which Resmor's attitude was rapidly adding further heat to the flames of hatred within her granddaughter. "I believe that, in the penthouse we now reside, we are simply surrounded by too much money," Resmor was muttering. "Perhaps we should, in a manner which shows our concern for our fellow human beings, think of dedicating quite a reasonable sum to charity. After all Lakia, you and your video games don't make up for a quarter of a miniature portion of our wealth. I think it only makes sense to..." "Oh would you hear yourself?," Lakia snarled bitterly, staring burning holes through the withering shape of drooping skin-covered bones across from her. "You acted in this same fashion back in India. And how many fricking times did I have to tell you, on a basis I can't even summarize under the word `constant', that we have no purpose in giving to the less fortunate. We're the rich, we should only show gratitude for it by not letting a single penny slip from our grasp. Do you have any fucking idea how easy financial destruction is these days? Or has your brain rotted a little too much." "Lakia, your tone, swearing and insults really aren't appreciated. And yes, while I am growing old, I'm afraid I still see purpose in being a good person," Resmor defended herself. "If you ever see purpose in that you were born blind," Lakia insisted, angrily standing up instantly. "Wait for the servants to clear the table, if you attempt to get up then most likely, your destination will be the floor again. And I haven't the energy right now to gather you up." "Your politeness is and will always be appreciated my darling granddaughter," Resmor sighed sarcastically, taking her advice however and not budging an inch from her position. To escape the penthouse burden, Lakia instantly arranged a meeting with her friends in town. This took place at the small milkshake bar, in which each of their thirsts were satisfied and all the fears of the weaker ones consoled by the smarter. The fears of course, relating to their recent crime. Lakia was only just beginning to enjoy the conversation when her phone tickled her leg with its calling vibration. "Fuck," she murmured, hooking it out and reading the all caps name RESMOR printed over the caller ID. "Must I answer?," she wondered aloud. "I wouldn't," Risilina, who had shown up with her sister, advised in the most insisting voice. How pretty she looked today, clothed in the shortest blue dress and with immense boots on her small feet. They'd been her favourite walking attire ever since adopting the pleasurable kitten crushing methods Lakia had shown her. Since then, it had been quite impossible for Risilina to pass by a single small animal on the street without introducing it to the ferocity of one of her booted kicks. She was a young inspiration to all sadists, especially to Lakia, her fond little mentor herself. So therefore, Risilina's precious advice was heeded and Lakia tucked the phone away without answering. "As we were," Lakia insisted, having Calinile instantly resume yet another recount of torturous behaviours from her past. Discussing their previous crimes heated them in planning for future ones, all of the girls present throbbing with that murderous lust ignited in all youthful sadists. Lakia had intense concentration burning in her eyes and her heart beating nearly a thousand times more furiously than in its casual state when she once again was irritated by interruption. "Motherfucking old hag!," Lakia snarled, fetching out her phone again with the most pure-bred snarl. "Of all Christ bitten ridiculous things I've seen in America since I've moved here, the most stupid, irritating of all hideous things remaining at the top of that list is my damn grandmother! And she was in India too! Haunting my life back there as she is now." "Why answer?," Risilina insisted with another shrug. "What harm can there be in ignoring. Or better yet, tossing away that fricking cheapo phone, buying a new one twice as good and refusing to give her the number?" "God I wish that could be brought to fricking reality," Lakia insisted. "But if something happens to her so soon after my mother's suicide, and once again I'm the only one in the house during the accident, it will give my loving stepfather a perfect excuse to get rid of me. Suspicion being that I'm a disturbed little girl who murdered her mother and grandmother." "While the latter isn't true, you certainly can't say you're not a disturbed little girl," Geneta pointed out with a giggle. Lakia half smiled and answered the ringing device. "What is it? Why are you calling this number?" "Oh Lakia, thank God you answered, my leg's jammed through that weak floorboard area near the laundry. Please hurry home, I could barely reach the nearest phone. Please, quickly!" Lakia's eyes rolled nearly all the way back in her skull in her sudden severe sarcasm. "I'll be back shortly. Gotta help my old lady out of the ground. Earth's trying to swallow her back up again. In fact, she's so near her time that the Earth two hundred stories off the ground is attempting to drag her down to Hell where she belongs." They all giggled, then wished her good luck upon her departure to complete this dreary task. In the end however, Lakia scolded herself for even showing up back at the penthouse. For the chore of digging Resmor out of the Earth into which she had sunk was completed by all the available servants. Lakia ensured she had all their numbers on her cell phone henceforth, so she could call them directly next time Resmor phoned her about some other senior citizen's tragedy. Attempts to give these numbers to Resmor as well were refused, the following being that ragged life form's justification for her refusal of this convenience. "No Lakia, I only wish to call you when I have a collapse about the house. You'll need to be there just in case it's my last fall." "How every time you call me for that very reason, I wish so deeply that it's the last," Lakia muttered darkly. "You won't say that when it really is the last," Resmor persisted. "I won't need to." Lakia avoided re-joining her acquaintances at the milkshake bar and instead, she selected to settle down to Xbox games for the oncoming night. Indeed she only had just submerged her virtual character in as much massacre-induced blood wash as possible when, noticing how ruthless her mass killings were escalating on the screen, a tingle fired up between her legs. She set aside the controller and ran a finger over her cunt beneath her gown. Sure as hell, it was leaking with juices other than urine. For near to ten minutes, the sweetest little child of sadism frigged her small cunt comfortably. Yet, on the eleventh minute, violent interruptions to the sweet harmony of her smooth bodily spasms occurred via the door. She sat up, blanketed her unveiled lower half and scowled at Resmor upon her intrusion. "What do you want?" Briefly, Resmor murmured while nervously entangling her hands in her gown. "I thought I heard someone break in." "You're hearing things again? It's a tradition of the elderly, nothing more," Lakia snarled. "I swear, it sounded as if someone had just come crashing through the front door," Resmor persisted. "Then why run into my room?," Lakia demanded, her eyes flaring with hatred. Finally, Resmor left without so much as a squeak to add to her short justification, blaming it all on the echo of a hallway disturbance. Something fell down in the corridor, ergo the sound vibrated to Lakia's residence, hence her sudden intrusion. Once she left, Lakia instantly threw the covers aside with an angry grunt, snatched up her controller and commenced pressing it into the wetness of her tight little slit. The vibrations and warmth from the pulsing electronic tool helped to introduce a livening back into her passion and to drain out her anger at the pest who continued to cross her line of patience. Almost her cunt had reached the stage of being kindled into the warmth of an orgasm, her thighs tickling hotly from the insides. It was reflex and reflex alone that permitted her hand an ability of swiftness to veil her legs with the blanket again, just before the door completed swinging inward. Resmor seemed out of breath this time, only having gained entrance to Lakia's room with much stumbling. "Oh thank God you're okay!," Resmor cried. "What was all that noise? It sounded like a window shattered in here." "Oh for fucks sake grandma! You're schizophrenic as well as demented now! Everything's fine!" Lakia, enraged, reached over and parted the curtains while keeping the blanket still in coverage of her lower half. "See? Can you're blinded damn vision see this? Glass is perfectly intact." "I swear I heard something smash...," And then the sound repeated itself, confirming Resmor wasn't quite as schizophrenic as assumed for Lakia heard it too. The smashing was accompanied by voices of menacing violence. Naught but a domestic dispute on the level beneath theirs. Resmor's eyes seemed to burn with a light of hope when registering her granddaughter had shared her hearing of the commotion. Yet severe was the old creature's disappointment when the young one didn't bother so much as a grunt, let alone issue an apology. Lakia simply increased the Xbox volume to drown out the bellows from below while turning her head in a gesture which dismissed Resmor from the room. As soon as the sound of the door closing was certain, Lakia reached under the blankets and started letting her fingers go back to work. Finally she gave up attempting to achieve the road to orgasm when Resmor's third intrusion occurred not a quarter of a minute after the second one. The interruption this time was, due to the immense fear given her by the crashes beneath them, a demand that she help her old grandma ensure all the doors were locked. Lakia, whose patience had worn thin beyond words several seconds ago, couldn't even deflate her anger into logical words, so thus simply helped Resmor lock the place up. As if a true, utterly believable threat posed was the idea one participant of that dispute downstairs would travel up to the penthouse apartment and take their anger out upon the two innocents who dwelled above them. Lakia's certainty for pleasure now would depend on enacting a little cruelty, elsewhere than in her bedroom where privacy was of such painful, teasing limits. Keeping a finger tickling her clitoris, she employed her other hand to cease the existence of Resmor's most favoured vase. She threw the precious object upon the floor where it shattered, a few centimetres from the servant's pet terrier. The segments spat up into the creatures face, no doubt lacerating the small dog about the eyes. Upon its impact, at last this long awaited orgasm was free to warmly disperse with the most happy, leaking vigor, down the taut fleshed thighs of the young sadist. Still during it, she held the dog down and pressed a few of those glass shards into his eyes. An event the following night added that extra flame to the anger of which, its boiling point, was at maximum temperature already. Resmor's demand was to be fed, and the demands would most likely resume until they became nightly existences per every minute. So Lakia, insisting she discover a meal to eliminate the old lady's hunger right away, Resmor's reply to the suggestion was at least three takeaway pizzas. Lakia gathered the cash, placed it within the servant's palm who only dropped the notes and staggered away in misery. This servant, such a burden of inconvenience, announced the task was impossible tonight for she had her last vet appointment scheduled. For she was the owner of the terrier Lakia had facially mutilated, and tonight, due to the certain advances of infection, was the certain appointment to see to his euthanasia. All other services were, during this hour of the weekend night, impossible to lay ahold of. So it boiled down to Lakia agreeing to fetch the pizza herself. It was picked up and, with what she assumed would be non-existent difficulty, she commenced walking home. It was a block away from the penthouse, still in a reasonably wealthy neighbourhood, that she suffered the hurried improvisation of a burglary made by several delinquents. Lakia, although criminal in many things aligning herself with Calinile and Geneta, saw only people like herself and her friends suitable to commit these acts. Thanks to their high statue and certain states of royal beauty and high functioning sadism. Yet however, when it came to other delinquents, the casual ones who sometimes would commit a crime merely for food, such as this crime's motivation, Lakia despised them. The three surrounding her were in poor shape, the switchblades they held aloft to threaten her had the dimensions, although extremely small in width, about a third the size of their actual fingers. Almost comparable were they, to the types she sometimes made victims of back in India. Deprived she was of her pizza in a few seconds, all save a single slice they were generous enough to leave. Lakia, in all other aspects, was as untainted by the experience either mentally or physically as she had been prior to its occurrence. For she kept herself calm during the remainder of the trip home, a precise plan of filtering her anger long having been constructed since before she knocked on the penthouse door yet again. Resmor answered and in one move, Lakia mashed the pizza slice straight into the elderly woman's face, most certainly forcing olives to replace her eyes and a circle of salami in the stead of her wide open mouth. Lakia shoved her way past the confused and food-blinded creature so she could simply retire in the silent expression of her continued anger. The sun advanced into the sky, thus Lakia advanced to the breakfast table the morning which followed. Strangely enough, in spite of the openly insulting occurrence, it was Resmor who made the apology to her granddaughter. She assumed something had gone horribly incorrect with the pizza delivery and, Lakia informing her of the facts, all forgiveness was merely increased by the sympathy Resmor felt for her uncaring descendant. Lakia had dined, despite the lost meal, on plenty of stored goods kept in the cupboards while Resmor had slept in pure hunger. For to gain better control of the menace, Lakia kept everything she needed stored within the cupboard's lowest possible level, therefore ensuring Resmor couldn't obtain anything without snapping her spine in the fashion of a twig. Once breakfast was done with, Resmor only momentarily attempted rest again, whereupon she'd discovered the price of her attempt was the misfortune of having bedridden herself. Noticing attempting to get so much as a worn leg free from her tangle of blankets was rendered impossible, she degraded herself to once again calling for her granddaughter's help. "Lakia, please, I'm stuck. I need to stand badly. I think I might lose my bladder control here." Lakia giggled, crossed her ankles and titled her head to the side. "If you think I'm going to bother dragging you out of bed merely to stop you soiling your already plentiful dirtied sheets, you ought to think again grandma. I deserve an official prize for helping you this time." "Anything," Resmor wheezed. "I seriously need help though, this isn't a joke." "And I'm certainly not in a joking mood either," Lakia suddenly scowled. "I'll only help you up if, I say at least until noon, I'm not bothered by you again." Resmor agreed to the terms and, shutting her wretched nuisance up within her confines of the penthouse, Lakia hurriedly invited around two girls to her room. Calinile and her sister were the two most eager to respond, and once within that private boudoir of hers, Lakia had herself cunt sucked by them in a row, then rendered them the same service. Several of these releases helped to cool her young system, so very irritated by the annoyances of Resmor that were rubbing chafe her patience. That afternoon, she also captured a small kitten and brought it up to the penthouse, smuggled within a cardboard box. Once out of sight and assuming correctly Resmor wasn't around to witness anything, Lakia filled the laundry sink with boiling hot water straight from the kettle, bound the kitten's four paws and hurled it in. Unable to even thrash, it was sizzled alive while, rubbing her cunt the whole time, the young girl received three discharges from its agony it presented to her. The following day, as if events with Resmor hadn't grown tiresome already, several of her new senior friends she'd met at the local bus stop came around for tea. The servant, returned with a constant handkerchief to gather the tears her lost pet had caused, serviced them what they required for their dining. Lakia was painfully introduced to them by Resmor, who covered her in kisses and explained to each one of them during this introduction that her pride for her granddaughter was limitless. Lakia felt sick to her stomach when admired by all the old walking carcasses, not even showing respect enough to mutter any fragment of reply to their compliments. Once she was dismissed from Resmor's sickening throng of elders, Lakia tiptoed into the next room and examined the one good thing to have arrived with this party. One of Resmor's new acquaintances had a great grandchild, nothing more than a toddler, waddling about unattended. Briefly vanishing into her room, Lakia stripped and outfitted herself in her criminal outfit. Black trousers, a male's jumper, heavy studded boots and a black hood. Then, over that precious little youthful indian face, she placed a plain white craft mask, alike to what her friends had worn the other day. Back into the room adjacent to the seniors tea party, the disguised Lakia gathered up the little girl wandering about aimlessly. The child, commencing the beginnings of cries, quickly had its mouth cupped by one of Lakia's gloved hands. Out to the balcony she took it, placing it casually upon the tiled floor. Twice she stepped upon it, twisting her foot so the victim experienced the grinding of several bones including her little crotch. Then, seizing the toddler again, Lakia yanked down her nappy, retrieved a twig lying nearby and encunted the little creature with it. How that baby's cries escalated beyond what was imaginable as that stick undoubtedly left splinters behind in that tight little orifice. After all this common cruelty was completed, Lakia tossed her from the balcony. And so horrific was the splatter that all the evidence was disposed of in the finale of its shattering fall. The grandmother, seen as the most neglectful in history, was thrown into an asylum straight after as punishment for having let her granddaughter fall out a penthouse. Lakia, as free as ever several days after this crime, came down with the flu. Resmor took care of her from head to foot. There wasn't anything her grandmother, despite how brutally treated by the little rascal she'd been, wasn't willing to do for said rascal. She fed her every pill, gave her abundant blankets, even bathed her and provided the young girl with the most rewarding treatments. Such as the most soothing pedicures and foot massages. Although her worn hands looked so crippled their capabilities were assumed limited, when they went to work on the adorable, youthful toes, soles and heels of our young protagonist, Resmor's abilities weren't to be matched. During a visit to her sick friend, the young Risilina, although without a single sign of having obtained a speck of the illness, insisted she experience the treatment as well. And Resmor, so devoted to her granddaughter she was also the one-sided friend of all her acquaintances, provided the twelve year old Risilina with all the loving, tender care to her darling youthful feet that was in her strength to offer. Watching her young friend gasp all the while blushing deeply during this treatment, Lakia wondered whether the old woman's submission to the child had caused the young girl to discharge during her massage. Lakia attempted to dwell on sexual thoughts during the treatment henceforth, yet despite all her sexual vigor, couldn't bring herself to the managing of an orgasm while in the presence of Resmor. Resmor who now and to the end of time, she'd heavily despise. Finally, this wretched flu departing out the damned door it should never have entered through, Lakia was completely recovered. She asked Risilina as soon as contact with her again was possible. "My damned fucked up God! You must have really enjoyed all that my bitch granny had to give. Noticing her tickling all your feet nerves, massaging them all in such a tender fashion, I swear I saw you swoon. Orgasm is the only explanation." Risilina blushed deeper than she had during the actual discharge event itself, lightly punching her friend. "Don't you ever tell a single fucking soul on the planet of your suspicions." "Why? Because they'd believe me?," Lakia teased. Risilina had stared at the ground with resumed embarrassment, shuffling her now booted feet. "Well, have you ever tried to concentrate on naught but sex during such loving care to your tootsies. I swear you could accomplish the same." "To bring us up to equal levels of embarrassment, it was attempted by me," Lakia admitted, soon frowning with the return of hatred. "But to conjure a single moment of arousal or serotonin in the presence of Resmor has long been beyond me." The final event we have to recount in these series of mentionings regarding Lakia's relationship with Resmor is as follows. She once again attempted the life of her grandmother, the plan including a trip wire right across the entrance to the wretched Resmor's room. This wire would simply bring a downfall of cutlery strapped into a dangling basket above. So if the fall wasn't enough to end the senior life by collision with the ground, then a heavy rain of sharp objects would certainly do the trick. However, straight into this contraption, unfortunately walked the wrong person. Lakia had only spent the entire day in her bedroom, listening for that devastating crash to signal the death of she who she'd so long awaited to meet destruction. At last it came and, rubbing herself with the controller again, Lakia had another orgasm on the spot, assuming as she inhaled the fresh air straight afterward that she was consuming her first breath of life without Resmor. The contrary was discovered and her mistake horrifically obvious when she noticed the disaster upon the floor between the doorframe. Her politician stepfather, reduced to the victim of a trip and fall situation. The down poured upon bearer of a cascade of kitchen utensils. He lay nearly mangled, his shirt soaked with the blood to show of that more than successful activation of the maiming device. Was there any better an alternative victim to Resmor to cause such steep regrets to Lakia when examining this failure? Chapter 3 "It's fine Calinile, I'll remain here in America, whether the bastard lives or not," Lakia declared upon the hospital phone, Calinile's eager ear stationed at the other receiver. Just outside the room of which her stepfather was housed, Lakia was now stationed, ankles crossed, head leaning against the phone booth wall and steady-breathing speech being channelled into the disc of the receiver just below her jaw. "It could have been worse. Yet whether his condition worsens or not doesn't really matter to me. Someone else will adopt me to preserve America's image. I'm sure I won't get thrown back to India. And if I do, well then all the better for my crimes." "Perhaps your little failure is a blessing in disguise," Calinile announced. "Why, if someone more powerful than your stepfather were to adopt you. Someone more conservative, someone superior in evil and in crime. Well then, you'd want for no victim ever again." "We'll see," Lakia decided, her breath hastening while her eyes took on an immense shine. "Perhaps your right. Oh, in fact, so fast is my heart now racing I believe I could turn these invents in that very direction! I'm eager to perhaps turn this mistake into the most correct move I've ever committed." "Don't do anything stupid Lakia, remember, your wealth depends on your stepfather." "Not if what you suggest is true," Lakia snickered, glancing up and down the corridor. "All I'd have to do is ensure my story is sympathetic enough, then this whole pathetic country will be willing to adopt me. Every politician will bow their wrinkled, old white faces to my smooth, pretty bronze feet." "All nice and good Lakia, if you know what you're doing. Whatever you choose to make of this situation, I'll let you decide. You've chosen correctly so far, continue to step warily henceforth." Calinile at last hung up and Lakia turned away, tiptoeing silently to the nearest bench where she'd await for that of her stepfather to be discharged. Yet the whole while she made her way, a certain plan of retaliation to the misfortunes of her current situation was indeed in the concocting. What brought it around to full completion however, was Lakia's introduction to Celita Bowekson. This girl was a delicious blonde, only fourteen years of age, fitted in the tightest black skirt halfway up her knees. It came to a perfect split around the back to her shoulder blades, covering those energetically developing yet still small breasts in front. Over her chest dangled a bright red pendant. This girl had only just left a room in the richest ward above where Lakia walked. She met her upon the stairs, both girls bumping into each other then apologizing. Lakia requested the apology be extended to a spare quarter for the drink machine. Celita agreed, fetching a coke for herself then the two seated themselves on the corridor seats, crossing their little legs almost in sync. "I rarely bother talking to anyone who doesn't share the same floor with me, let alone an immigrant," Celita snarled at first, examining Lakia closely. "My family is conservative to the point of nationalism. They believe the US would be better in turning a Nazi country then squashing out all the other continents and races aside from ours. I too am proud to say I'm an extremist, who usually looks upon your kind as born for slavery. Yet, I have to say, something about you is different. Very different. That's the only reason I'm talking to you." "You have a good eye Celita," Lakia announced, affectionately brushing the other girl's knee with her hand and was pleased when it wasn't shaken away. "I too am like you. While not in skin colour and probably not financial status, I'm identical in heart. Were I in a position I could completely enjoy the full freedom in evil, I'd happily be an extremist along side you. Provided I am spared myself, I wouldn't hesitate to wipe my country off the map." "Holy fuck, you are good! I could sense something almost, I believe it must have been a mental connection all intelligent young girls have in common," Celita announced, growing excited. "We who know and proudly accept we have a preference for evil over good seem to seek each other out. I'm Celita and so very glad to meet you..." "Lakia." "Lakia, well hi," Celita affectionately rubbed the other girl's knee in return then permitted her hand slide up her thigh a little. "Hmmm, hot little evil body. Don't get me wrong, I'm not lesbian. I hate gays as much as your fellow immigrant. Yet I'm not against what is a little natural sapphic pleasure the young angels of America can enjoy before marriage. And especially when it's in enjoying our evils, can we really call it more lesbianism rather than what it really is? Just a sharing of the pleasures of sadism?" "Oh how deeply I agree," Lakia murmured, briefly scanning the hallway before leaning forward and taking a swift gliding lick with her tongue over Celita's knee and all the way up to her dress. She giggled and let the saliva trail warmly sit there, wiping it away only when the room got too cold. "I simply need to be your friend," Celita snickered, sliding closer. "I crave to know all about you." "Same here in your direction," Lakia chuckled. They exchanged their histories, Lakia's then Celita's. As you're already well familiar with what our main heroine would have recounted, we now will summarize all of Celita's life story as follows. Rare would be the chances of finding a zoosadist of higher accomplishment in the arts than her. Name nearly any domestic American animal and you can be sure of it, Celita would have tortured one to death. And her manner of zoosadism was always the harshest, the most agonizing way of expressing that sexual taste to her victims. She had microwaved a rabbit while frigging herself. She once had a doberman trained in bestiality and who possessed the longest tongue, lick her precious little cunt to orgasm. What she did to repay the favour was give the dog's prick a few frigs, then slice it off with a razor before its discharge. She'd then chained the animal in a basement and left it to die of blood loss. Indeed, there are many more cases of her zoosadism yet the portrait believed to be painted enough from those we have mentioned. It was this very Celita who introduced Lakia to a crime so perfectly executed not a trace save their discharge, which wouldn't be investigated, would be left behind. After explaining the situation to her, Celita took ahold of her hand and lead her into her stepfather's room. She fetched an empty syringe, glanced through a few drugs and filled it with a selected one. "A nurse friend taught me how to do this," Celita announced calmly to Lakia once the syringe was full. "It's the perfect method for sadists who wish to kill their victim, leave no trace on the body, yet have said victim experience the worst agonies during their demise. The recipe is this very drug combined with a little something." She snatched out a small bottle containing an acidic looking substance from her pocket. She released the syringe therein then filled it up again with the successfully stirred mixture. She made her way over to the sleeping politician and pumped his arm full of this solution. She stepped back, disposed of the syringe and placed her small hands upon her hip. Lakia mimicked her. "Should take only a few seconds now," Celita announced. And indeed it did. Abruptly her victim started convulsing, his eyes going wide yet management of speech entirely forbidden. Lakia nervously awaited a spill of blood to cascade over his chest but there was none. While it was obvious he was experiencing the most ferocious pains all over, not a single speck of evidence was bursting forth. Seeing things commence, Celita instantly laid hands on Lakia. She lifted up her tight black skirt and directed Lakia's hand right to where no panties shielded her bare cunt from sight. "Quick! That's it, get your fucking finger in there immigrant! Frig me furiously while I destroy the man who took you in." Lakia, not taking offence at all and simply knowing Celita was dancing about in a cyclone of sadistic pleasure, did not hesitate to frig her perfectly. Her hand tickled her little teen clit in just the right fashion while finding finger penetration into this tight orifice rather easy due to the abundance of discharge the horny little minx had kept herself flowing with for hours. Obviously, prior to this, she'd committed plentiful evils and was simply topping it up with a human victim for her discharge. While her stepfather writhed, wailed behind his oxygen mask and started jolting about in pain upon the bed, his teen torturer was simply all the more expertly frigged. Frigged by his stepdaughter who all the while winked at him while the discharging Celita spat insults at him. "Die you hideous, hairy old fuck!," the precious young girl shouted as wetness streaked down her legs, all the way to her very ankles. Lakia, unable to contain herself any further, fell to her knees and sucked this inspirational young sadist entirely clean of what leaked from her cunt. Celita shrieked and bent forward slightly, drawing one leg up over her friend's shoulder as she felt her sensitive little clit nibbled upon. "Fucking lick me out you dirty little bitch!," Celita cried. In the midst of pleasures, neither girl cared for the noise nor the risk they were taking. Their discharges were all that were upon their minds. Celita even seized the still boiling hot meal the staff had prepared for the patient when he awoke and hurled it upon the dying man's head. It splattered there and singed him during his last writhing moments. "Oh fucking God this feels so good!," Celita shrieked, now gritting her teeth during these final stages as she grasped Lakia's scalp savagely and rammed her cunt into the girl's face. "Yeah, how do you like licking clean the little murderess of your stepfather bitch? Huh? Tell me clearly you naughty slut." Lakia pulled her head away so her voice wasn't muffled and licked her lips, her eyes shining bright with the most thorough, direct evil enjoyment. "It's my fucking pleasure Celita. I could drink your cum all night long. Yet, knowing you killed my stepfather, I could drink it for the rest of my life. Provided I get a chance to have my cunt released a little before this is over." "Sure," Celita almost started to depart from where Lakia was licking her. "Do you want me to... ahh fuck!!" She cried out anew as Lakia suddenly continued licking her while she reached up under her skirt from behind, prodded her little anus then plunged the tip of her finger in without warning. A second discharge leaked forth and the young teen nearly entirely soaked her thighs with it. That and Lakia's abundant saliva, which she sometimes would randomly spit on the other evil girl's legs just for the fun of warming her with dirtiness. "Oh sweet fricking Jesus I was right about you Lakia. You are just like me! You even guessed the best way I enjoy frigging. A tongue in my cunt and a fingertip in my little ass. How did you know?" Lakia snickered with a shrug once she'd caused the young killer to discharge afresh. "I just know. I can easily pick a girl out from a crowd who I believe shares my evil. And can guess in the manner of talking and intelligence as to whether or not their masturbation life has been initiated. I know when some dumb simple bitch has simply found pleasure in toying with her cunt, and I can tell you apart from them. You who obviously, like myself I'm guessing, initiated your masturbation around age nine and has been continuing in your experiments with zoosadism and murder since then." Celita giggled. "That's amazing, and nine years old is pretty impressive. I myself had my first discharge when I was only seven. That may sound abnormal, yet my evil having began upon my very initial feeling of pleasure, could you call that anything but abnormal either? But I'm so very glad of my sadism. Few taste pleasures like I've just had." "Well I wish to have them too," Lakia leapt to her feet with a golden giggle and turned toward the bed where her new friend's victim lay, lifting her dress. "My last orgasm was over a burnt anthill. I need a new one more electrifying, certainly over my dead stepfather." "Sure," Celita agreed, reaching around and probing at Lakia's clit and cunt entrance. "Very wet indeed." Lakia blushed. "Why thank you, but now you're my friend I can feel your fingers in my cunt at any time I wish I'm guessing." Celita nodded. "That's true, I'd be an idiot to forfeit this new friendship for anything." "Well, I have only one chance for this," Lakia snickered, grabbing up the wrinkled arm of her dead stepfather, unfurling two of the clenched fingers and gliding them over her slit. Then inserting one after the other inside it. "Holy fuck Lakia! This would not have occurred even to my mind you filthy little slut!," Celita chuckled. Lakia beckoned to her while she started to hump the dead man's fingers and moan. "Use the other arm, we shall time our discharges over the palms of the man you've just robbed of life." Celita quickly mounted his other fingers and they reached across the bed. Lakia, for as long as her concentration continued, coordinated the opposing arm to frig her friend while she was masturbated by the efforts of Celita, directing those dead fingers in and out of her orifice. Lakia of course came first, sliding the fuck down the corpse fingers she held deep inside her during. Celita also discharged a third time. Yet as this young girl always required some scream or act of pain from another during her release, she hurriedly reached over and slapped her new friend over the shoulder as hard as she could. The gasp Lakia let go caused her to leak successfully over the dead fingers as well. She apologized straight after. "Sorry Lakia, yet my pleasure wouldn't have been possible without your scream of pain." "It was nothing, more surprise than pain," Lakia lied, glancing around in terror all of a sudden. "We'd better get out of her. I think we over discharged." "No, the job was done perfectly," Celita announced as she lead her friend from the room, only briefly wiping the corpses fingers. "We don't even need to clean up after ourselves." And indeed she was right. What the police drew up was nothing more elaborate than this. Obviously the patient suffered a heart attack, grabbing the nearest object, his meal, and spilling it all over his face during the situation. Lakia was informed of what she already knew and once again, was much sympathised with. She had abruptly from this experience, formed an interest in Celita which wouldn't easily let go. She visited the girl in her tall standing mansion, several plains away from civilization, and enjoyed a beautiful dinner with her beside her heated swimming pool. Beneath the table, they rubbed their legs together affectionately and spoke of all their sadistic beliefs and achievements. "I've committed crimes with many of my Hollywood friends," Celita snickered while sipping her hot chocolate. "Some young actresses you'd never expect capable of murder or so much as harming a pigeon. But by sweet Jesus, some of their crimes nearly outstretch mine." "Oh it excites me to learn my fellow rich girls out here have intelligence equal to mine," Lakia replied. "I knew only a few in wealthy positions in India of course. And only a small portion of them impressed me with their sadism. But all were rather mild. I have to admit, the last place I expected my crimes to escalate in was America, with all their fricking laws." "When you have money, laws aren't a problem," Celita chuckled. "Especially when your father is both a federal officer and a politician like mine is. My mother is also married to the FBI deputy director. That nurse friend I told you about, who showed me how to make that poison, is actually my cousin's wife. She's indeed a serial killer, someone who taught me much of what I know as soon as I started experiencing orgasms and discovered I enjoyed killing things with it. She simply came across me as a seven year old, stomping on a lady bug while frigging my little cunt. Instantly she took me under her guidance, and brought me to my current position." "You're lucky, for I simply taught myself," Lakia confessed. "Yet I'm glad to now be present in a land where others are willing to share ways to get away with crime. I do hope I'm adopted by someone who can promise me all I deserve. If not, I'd rather go back to India." "Don't worry you will be," Celita promised, standing up from the table. "In the mean time, I say we should have a little fun while we're beside the pool, don't you think?" And indeed they did. Celita leapt in the warm water with all her clothes on, excited at the feeling of them plastered to her flesh. Lakia stripped herself then plunged in beside her. Swimming up to one another, they embraced and kissed for several minutes, sucking upon each other's youthful lips and tongues. Then, separating apart from one another, they swam about the pool and arranged a nice little sadistic activity to sum things up. "Watch as I simply enhance our little amusements," Celita signalled in the direction of the door and the nearest servant rang a bell. Within a few minutes, five girls, two aged fifteen and the others nine to ten, prettier than the summer sky itself, entered the pool room. All five of them shook themselves free of what little clothing they wore, displaying their naked bodies to the full view of the two swimmers. Celita explained everything. "As I have few friends, I rely upon these girls, nothing more than servants selected for their youth, to relieve me of my sapphic pleasures. At first I rated all five as nothing but slaves, yet I've started and indeed I'm continuing the praise of upping their ranks. For now, as servants and lovers, the five of them prove the perfect tools in my sadism. All act like perfect mutes, speaking only when granted permission. All five are initiated." It was Lakia's selection to observe these girls in pure silence and Celita specifically warned them not to say a word. She gestured and they leapt into the water. Two of the young ones swam up to Lakia while Celita surrounded herself with the three others, laying her perfect hands on whatever areas of perfect flesh were available for the groping. Celita was frigged and indeed frigged them in return, warming the water especially with the cunt leakings of the two teenaged servants. The little girl in her group of three also managed a discharge into the water, yet after being sucked and kissed all over by Celita and the two fifteen year olds. Indeed, that small group invented several various positions to honour Sappho and with utter perfection in creating their glamorous, warm water drenched sexual scene. Lakia also enjoyed what the two servants dedicated to her were able to give. The first one, a bright eyed brunette ten year old, shivered in Lakia's arms and orgasmed shortly after the evil girl had tickled her clit just the right way. The other however, was indeed in the requirement of further foreplay Lakia didn't feel generous enough to give. Instead, Lakia then let herself casually lean into their arms and be tickled, sucked, licked and kissed all over. Three times the young sadist enjoyed the thrill of orgasm in the midst of such a devoted pair of silently working little girls. One mouthed her nipples while the other, frequently having to surface for air, would dive under and rub her face, her nose and her sealed mouth over Lakia's pussy. "Alright girls, out now!," Celita finally demanded once she and her friend had finished amusing themselves with their fill of water based lesbian pleasures. All five of the servants leapt out and stood in their perfect line once again, attempting not to show the slightest shivers in the cold air outside the warmth of the pool. She turned to Lakia with a snicker. "You ready to finish with a climatic sadist activity?" "Certainly am," Lakia announced, making her way to the pool side yet was grasped and held back by her friend. "Not so fast," Celita murmured, embracing the wet, naked body of her fellow young lesbian. "We don't have to leave the pool nor lift a finger. We simply tell my servants what to do and, knowing full well severe penalties exist for ignoring our demands, their actions are all the cause of our desires. We are still fully responsible and can enjoy this fact of causing pain upon others. Tell them a single word and they'll obey it. All you have to do is lay in my arms while you give your orders." Lakia relaxed against her friend, reaching between her legs and frigging her in return for that finger Celita was using to massage the entrance to her anus. "Alright, show me some victims for these sweet, adorable little predators," Lakia moaned. "And let me see them in action swiftly. Not sure how much longer I can stay in this sexual heat without exploding into flames." "For this special occasion of having a new, official friend here, I'll leave the choice of victim up to you," Celita murmured while continuing to play around with all of Lakia's tickled sadistic nerves. "One of these girls, whichever one you think least capable of continuing to satisfy the desires of you and I, shall be selected for the victim. The others will do her any evil you wish for the sake of saving their own precious skin, won't you girls." Nervously, trembling all over, the line of naked servants nodded. Lakia smirked. "Alright." She selected the little girl who was still yet to discharge. The little nine year old she hadn't possessed the energy to stimulate to a quality orgasm. Then her orders given were so ruthless this pretty little black-haired individual attempted to flee the room. The other girls caught and restrained her, while one of the fifteen year olds collected the correct tools for the job. Lakia's orders were as follows. "Make this little girl a dildo from a raw chilli. She shall orgasm over that. It will be a heated cum indeed. Ensure before you dispose of this dildo, that not a single seed has escaped from her cunt passage." Her torture design commenced. The screaming, thrashing child attempted to heave herself up and away from the approaching chilli. Yet of course, with her arms restrained by the two younger children and her waist grasped from behind by one of the teenagers, this wasn't possible. The chilli wielder sheathed this vegetable dildo into the child's pussy, pulled it out then slid it back in. Having previously been sliced, the juices leaked therefrom and seared onto her vaginal walls. The seeds also fell out, sticking in various places to her vagina's exterior. Yet despite all this boiling heat, that didn't stop the wailing, red-faced child to swoon in an orgasm which completely drenched the chilli. Especially since she was all the while frigged by the spare arm of one of her little arm restrainers. Yet of course, once this swift moment of pleasure passed, she was left in the horrid stings which would burn for weeks to come. And pissing would be the most horrific, agonizing task. Lakia, feeling her discharge about to pour fourth, hurriedly yelled yet another order to them. "Give that little bitch a good stomach kicking!" The naked girls complied with this demand. Simply using their bare feet, the two little girls nailed their companion in the stomach until she threw up upon the floor beside the pool. Then the elder two, upon instruction from Celita, kicked the child brutally in the ass. Then as a team the four of them lifted their limp, bruised fifth companion to her feet. Or rather, simply in a state in which her dizzy body couldn't manage any focus or firm stance and her toes simply scraped over the floor. Increasing cruelty, Lakia then demanded they several times lift her then let her fall back upon the ground. Once again, the commands were answered. When they finally lifted her up for the final time, no longer able to resist embracing her wheezing, whimpering body, a flood of piss ran wildly from her small vagina. Not the least control was there in this sudden bladder release and the feel of the chilli seeds increased the agonies of this burning flood tenfold. Her eyes were suddenly alert and her scream echoed off every wall in the indoor water structure. It was both this girl's scream along with Celita's fingers tickling her clit that Lakia at last released a long discharge out into the warm liquid about her body. Her eyes glazed, she moaned, leaned her head against her friend's shoulders then rapidly started to gasp. Oh how every time that injured child let loose a squeal of pain, Lakia would reply with a moan of joy. It need hardly be said that the servants, especially the brutalized one, were glad at the sight of Lakia's final discharge of the day finally coming to an end. And her sadistic demands put to the most brief halt. As for Celita, she simply leapt out of the pool and had herself frigged by the injured child, which caused her to leak a flood similar in the ferocity of Lakia's. "You have only impressed me further with what we just accomplished," Celita assured her as once again they settled down at the pool side table and had the still naked servants bring them cake slices and orange juice. "I wouldn't know happiness if no sadism existed in the world," Lakia confessed. "And the cries of the harmed innocents, why, that's the only true music worth adjusting my ears to." Celita agreed to allow Lakia to stay at her house until someone wished to adopt her. The mansion provided plentiful room for all her needs. And it was through Celita that she was acquainted with the one girl who'd get her into the position she longed for. Deliana Mekels, the girl in question and of the age of seventeen, paid Celita a visit a week after Lakia's arrival as her sleepover companion. Once doors were closed, Deliana asked permission to be alone with Lakia. The two retreated into the rear of the building, a shadowy back room of which only a few coat hangers were the grandest decorations. Deliana, a perfect mix of blonde and brunette, perfectly shaped in youth throughout the body and with the blackest pair of eyes, sharpened by miniature white dots in the middle of their pupil masses, was everything beauty could define wondrous. A truly stunning teen. And her naked body, which she permitted Lakia to glimpse in several variations of undress, was absolutely direct to perfection in its lilly-whiteness. The thin layer of freckles over her nose and her perspiration smudged mascara only increased both her scent and attraction in sexual and beauty terms. "It goes without saying," Deliana snickered as she took a seat upon a stool and crossed her magically short yet slenderized legs. "I stiffen a lot of dicks when I walk past guys. In whatever direction I walk, the erections point my way. An elderly lesbian, the wife to one of our country's most aspiring senior politicians, once took me into her private boudoir, where she'd always seduce young girls like myself. For a while hour she simply fussed her wretched old mouth over both my bare feet, which have been claimed more than beautiful by myself and many others." She twinkled her toes and Lakia nodded. "Testify." "Well, anyway, she told me had she a pair of magic slippers for them, of the softest, silkiest materials, she'd insert them within. Yet at the same time, spoke some most strange words to me. Which were these... however, I feel any magical power in your possession would be used for the most horrific measures young lady. And believe me, I understood what she meant by every strange word." "You're a sadist then I'm assuming?," Lakia inquired with a bright grin. Deliana nodded slowly, grinning most mischievously. "Oh yes, you have no idea the lengths of sin I walk when it comes to sex and torture. At only seventeen, yet in my social position, I've slaughtered many lives. And all the world does to punish me is lay its every tongue at my feet or at my cunt. I'm never more satisfied by all of sapphic, hetereo and sadistic pleasures than I am every single day of my life. For all are constantly at my disposal." "I wish only to hear your story deeper," Lakia murmured, sliding closer. Deliana nodded. "Well, I shall commence a list of a few of my deeds for evil. Nearly every night before bed, or as often as I possibly can, I spend an hour masturbating. Yet while I do so, my feet are outfitted in the largest, studded boots I can find. For this whole hour, I also have a dog in my room. And keeping it alive for the entire hour, I kick it again and again. By the end of the hour, I end up killing it just by the increased force in my kicks each time. I've tackled the largest dogs that you'd least suspect in this way. My most recent victim was a St. Bernard." "Oh my God, you're setting me on fire already!," Lakia declared, rubbing herself through her dress as Deliana spoke on. "Their yelps fuel my pleasure every night, and my legs are soaked by the time the dog expires. Frequently, its harshest screams and most ear splitting howls, not necessarily the last, are the ones which cause me to discharge so perfectly. I swear to fucking God, I'd sooner masturbate myself while kicking a dog to death before anything else. I'd select this pleasure over getting my cunt sucked or pounded with a cock. Seriously, animal torture is what sets me on fire the most." "Well tell me then Deliana, I assume you're not a virgin?," Lakia inquired. Deliana shook her head. "You and Celita, as well as some of your other school friends may believe it necessary to deny yourselves the pleasure of penetration. Of course, since all of you have such strong lesbian tastes like myself, you find all the excuses in the world not to have yourself fucked. Namely due to the fact that it ruins reputation. And that in our conservative standards, we look down upon whores. Yet let me tell you this, you're only a whore if you get caught in the act. I once was gang banged by a grand total of twenty seven guys from my school. Then, that very same night, I took a ride down to the poverty stricken side of town and had the hide to commit a drive by shooting. I split several hookers in half across the stomach with random automatic fire. Then upon their bodies, before I hurriedly drove away, I carved several symbols of religious bullshit into their flesh. Including, `Filthy Sinners Shall Burn In Hell.'" "Wow, you're as open to murder as that?," Lakia gasped. "They're whores, no one gives a shit for them. They've been caught in the act of indulging themselves, I have no pity for them for I still avoid that title with ease," Deliana cackled, clearly ignoring the fact her position was all providing her that luxury. "I've also bashed well over thirty different girls up in school, whenever they be suspected of whorish behaviour. I only recently broke the jaw of a little thirteen year old who cheated on her boyfriend. I spat in her face and down her throat several times, before throwing an extra punch which shattered all her teeth. I concluded this episode by yelling to her, you ought to kill yourself, no one likes a filthy scum of a whore like yourself. That very same afternoon I seduced the little slut's latest boyfriend and was also fucked by several of my male servants, whose pricks rise instantly to me whenever I lay a bare or even gloved hand on them." "Yet what of the silence of this boy who you had fuck you, was he not part of your school where gossip thrives?," Lakia asked. Deliana shrugged. "Turned out not to be a problem. For I literally blew his brains out with a pistol as he came. Then his body was thrown in a creek, nothing more was said of it. But my whole point Lakia, is plentiful fun can be gotten from dicks by those girls who are intelligent enough to keep a moral appearance. Just as long as appearance is there, behaviour is never an issue. Celita and I shall happily continue to be your friends whether you were fucked by every man on Earth. Yet I shall forewarn you, for the sake of our social status, if just one of those men were to divulge the secret, and he wasn't your husband or boyfriend, neither of us would speak a word to you again. Would probably even bash you up and make you the victim of our sexual practices. I assume Celita's already told you the great intolerance of foreigners we have. Yet she says you're different." "I am different, and I can prove useful to you and worthy of the best social status in every field," Lakia insisted. "Well just your appearance and attitude so far impresses me. Anything further I have yet to examine, will be examined shortly during our friendship," Deliana insisted. "What I've simply taught you so far is to use pricks but be careful of them. As for sapphic pleasures, if it is with a girl you trust to keep your secret, you can't have too many of them. And to be my friend, your zoosadism must also be extensive. I'm at such a point it is impossible for me to engage in any sexual behaviour with anyone who hasn't committed some decent history of animal torture. My cousins once paid a visit to me, one of them seventeen the other one nineteen. The first was a creepy, nerdy little guy who no girl wanted yet who would massacre stray animals in his back yard in the most cruel, unheard of ways. My older cousin was by far more athletic, yet was an animal rights activist and didn't have a single killing on his conscience. He was also well dicked, an engine between his legs the length of which outdid some of the world records. And in comparison to his brother's scrawny little tool, they were massive fields apart. Both of my cousins, the perverts they are, requested a hand job from me. I gave one only to the ugly little creep who was an expert animal torturer. And his brother, all hard and horny for me, didn't get a single wink of my attention." "Wow, so even when it is to your disadvantages in enjoying the beauty of others, you stick by zoosadism that far," Lakia laughed. Deliana nodded. "It wasn't as though any special sympathy or understanding was given my privileged ugly cousin though. His behaviours with animals were disgusting. His want for a hand job from his cousin disgusting. And as a well behaved conservative daughter, it was my duty, despite having perversions identical to his, to reject all connections with him shortly after. He was also brought to justice at my very cruel hands. I had rape charges faked against him, making it look as if he'd committed both rape of his servant and bestiality with some of his torture subjects. As you can imagine, I had the skill and the servants to place this evidence against him. He was placed in a youth's asylum where he killed himself. I masturbated to the thoughts of his death for several nights after that. It gets me wet just thinking about it. Although I do have to admit, he proved to me the proportions of the dick play no role in the load in which they shoot." "You were probably the only girl who so much as brushed against him let alone gave him a hand job, no wonder his virgin balls were milked," Lakia giggled. Deliana shrugged. "Anyway, from that event and many others, my cruelty increased eventually to murder just before I turned seventeen. I have a few events there to fill you in on. Know that I committed them only a month before I'm speaking to you now. So the blood spilt is recent." "I had six teenage boys present for this torture. All of them eighteen, all who'd also been instructed to masturbate for two weeks without orgasm prior to this event. So their hard, over-boiled devices would discharge by a simple flick of my finger. In fact, they were so full of cum they were in that state where they no longer hardened yet hung from all the weight they were carrying." "Present also were five girls, all my age and all at least half as pretty as me. All of the participants were naked and each of the boys had one of the girls kneeling down with their heads in perfect line with their cocks. All accept one of course, who was absent of a girl. That boy I took for myself." "Abruptly the doors opened and this room we were in, the void of everything save immense mirrors on every wall and us in the middle, was intruded upon. Intruded upon by a swarm of dogs that was. Mostly labradors and golden retrievers." "The horny boy and I each wielded pistols. And we shot every last one of the animals through the back legs, so they were wounded yet still very much alive. Each of the five girls then dipped their hands into the wounds of the screaming, writhing animals, so their palms were moist with their blood. Using these blood wet hands, they then started applying hand jobs to those immense, seed carrying teenage pricks. It of course took less than three seconds for all six of the boys to start pouring out their cum. Each girl who was the boy's frigger, made it look as if they were going to either suck him off or have the sperm land upon their pretty, adorable faces. Yet instead, during orgasm, they directed the pricks downward and had the semen land upon the crying, whimpering muzzles of the live dogs. Of course the boys, although all zoosadists, were disappointed with the outcome. For it was their wish of course, as boys always wish, to be either sucked or fuck a girl. They demanded we give them some proper pleasure, whereupon I had all five girls produce knives and slice off every last drained dick belonging to those teenagers. As each of those victims fainted, their throats were then cut." "The one remaining teen boy, who'd been pre-warned of what would happen, shoved his bloated cock in my tight, pale ass and fucked me hard during the execution of the others. Yet most of the fucking, extending through several minutes, occurred during the whole ejaculation process, as hardly any fore-thrusts were needed of course. He still fucked me while together, with shocking precision, we each then used the handguns on the humans left alive in the room, shooting every last sucker girl who'd murdered her boy. All dead except for us two, we made a divine mattress out of the soft skin corpses of the fellow teenagers and the furry ones as that of the animals. The human bodies would make up the mattress, while the still live and howling animals would act as pillows. All had been muzzled and their legs were broken, so retaliation wasn't possible. For a whole four hours that lucky teenage boy and I rolled about on that bed. It took very little to cause him to spring new jets into my face and next to nothing for his fingers, or my own, to cause the most intense leaks from my vulnerable slit beneath my very well tickled clitoris." "So in summary, everyone in that game was betrayed except he and I. And of course, he being the son of yet another politician, he was pre-selected to be the only survivor long before the brutal sex game was even thought up by me. I intend to have another of similar proportions soon. One I certainly hope you'll be present at Lakia." "It is my greatest wish. I can scarcely believe your cruelty possible, yet I somehow certainly believe it at the same time. And as for this boy who survived, I've always hated boys, yet never have I been more sure than I am now of the one who is meant to take my virginity." "He'll be glad to Lakia," Deliana chuckled warmly. "And I'll arrange it for you in this next sex game. Yet now I believe all my history has heated me up for some official zoosadist and lesbian business. Watch and learn sweet Lakia." Deliana called several participants into this small room to show before Lakia's very eyes some of her more casual examples of pleasure taking. Having stripped herself naked, Deliana's nude body was passed between all the most loving, caressing hands available. They strayed over her every segment of flesh, igniting it with sapphic pleasures. All these extra participants were youthful girls, no older than twelve. And they left Deliana's flesh slick with their saliva all over. From her face, her neck, her breasts, belly, cunt, ass, thighs, feet, she was licked everywhere. "Okay," she groaned, emerging from this with a dark fire in both her eyes. "Now I'm ready!" She snatched up a cat o nine tails and faced toward the next room. The servants opened the door and revealed three dogs, all labradors, lined up alongside one another. "Time to suffer you fucking worthless shits!," Deliana chuckled, cracking the whip. Repeatedly she lashed the dogs faces, causing blood to flow thickly from wounds on the muzzles and the eyes. They were blinded and senseless in the face within no time. The whole while, Deliana trickled the most excited juices from her precious little pussy. Hurriedly she beckoned Lakia over, who knew just what to do. The audience frigged the performer, while Deliana continued to lash the dogs all over their bodies. They only all gave up their hold on life once their skin was lacerated to ragged pinkness and hardly a single fleck of fur left intact. "Oh fuck Lakia! This has got me going, I'm on my way soon!," Deliana shouted this while nearly falling to her knees. Lakia caught her, stood her up straight again then knelt in front of her. She devoured her pussy and drank down everything it provided her. And within no time of her precious little tongue darting into the slit and dabbing at the clit, Deliana shook in the most immense shudder of pleasure. "Fuck me!," She shrieked. "Oh great fucking jesusfuck!," she grabbed ahold of one of her lovers and tongued her mouth during her discharge. Her ass was also licked entirely clean by one devoted little kneeling servant behind her. The last throbs of pleasure finally ran out of this natural beauty's body and she dismissed all save Lakia. The dog corpses were all hoisted away. "Well you can freely indulge yourself with Celita and I whenever you wish," Deliana explained, still having Lakia lick up the last droplets of her joy which had spattered on her thighs. "Yet, I'm simply dying to see you enact one of these little sadistic explorations upon the streets, and to fend for yourself whilst doing it." "I've done plenty of similar deeds before," Lakia answered. "None that I've seen though. Prove to me you're as skilled as Celita and I, then I swear the prize awaiting you will be of such impossible proportions you'll certainly faint when I tell it to you." Lakia indeed put all the proof she required right before the witnessing eyes of Celita and Deliana. The two of them watched from a nearby roof while, on the ground level in an avenue, Lakia enacted the following crime. Armed with a flick knife, she seized a little boy on his way home from school. He looked only about the age of seven. She ordered him to drop his pants which he nervously did, pissing himself in the process. She giggled and then employed the knife to his genitals. "I'll solve that leakage for you," she giggled, slicing off that miniature cock. The child fell to the alleyway floor and writhed in agony, his face turning pale white with horror. At the same time, Lakia stepped upon his face, right on the jaw. This occurred with such force that his mouth simply snapped and the majority of his teeth dislodged, falling down his windpipe. With a crowbar Lakia also embuggered the dying child, tearing his rectum with the fierce thrusts of the metal weapon she forced through his now enlarged anus. The agony of all these assaults combined is most likely what drove him to death. The pain having caused him to pass into an unconsciousness from which he never recovered. Lakia lifted the body and hurled it in a dumpster, applying a little extra precaution she'd brought with her. It was a tube of the strongest metal superglue available, of which she smeared all about the dumpster lid and fastened it down over the cargo, hiding the corpse from view. Eventually it would be cracked open and investigated. Yet its inability to open the official way would cause searchers to pass it off several times while searching all other possible areas. Lakia, masked and gloved then departed from the crime scene, skipped up the stairs to the roof of the building and met with her two spectators. Not surprisingly, both Celita and Deliana were in obvious states of irritation, frigging themselves almost to release. Lakia performed cunnilingus on the two of them in turn to restore them to their senses. Whereupon they could praise her in focused sanity. "Welcome to our little gang," Deliana giggled, kissing the new recruit all over her face. "You're such a wonderful, evil little bitch Lakia. It's about time I gave you your prize. Ready for it?" And Deliana then divulged all of which Lakia was hoping to hear, skyrocketing her spirits with every word. Deliana's uncle was going to take her in. Not just take her in, yet take control of the penthouse its previous owner had left available. Lakia would remain friends with these two newest sadistic wonders, while being the proud stepdaughter to the uncle of one of them. She met him that very afternoon while Resmor was sleeping, and over a glass of coke they discussed everything to do with her great fortune. "How pretty you are indeed my newly found daughter," he chuckled while, with her legs in his lap, he gave her the most devoted pink nailed pedicure. "I do such things for my niece all the time," he admired his work as she twinkled her toes in his face. "Such a beautiful increase to sadism is the beauty of one's tootsies. As well as one's intent to use them for the constant kicking of innocents." "That is my intent indeed sir," Lakia replied with a cackle. He nodded. "Glad to hear it. You ought to, while in my care, refer to me as Calrig. That's my second name, one of many an alias. You may most likely hear me go by another on TV. My identity shall never be divulged, least of all to you. While you seduce me with your cruel beauty, we politicians are far too focused to let ourselves be distracted by little ties created by adoption. How many times in history has trust in one you don't share blood with even more disastrous than trust in those you do? So, if you'll excuse all this minor rudeness, you'll call me Calrig and naught else." Lakia nodded, agreeing to his conditions. Then he gently seized her by the knees, parted her legs, leaned forward and inhaled. He withdrew and stared her firmly in the eyes. "Unpicked blossom is it?" Lakia nodded. "I'm all set for the conservative trend of preserving virginity. I can be your slut whenever you wish it. But I'm no hopeless whore who prostitutes herself to anyone else." "Wise choice. You've impressed me already, making a bright encouraging impression on all my desires. Equal effects you shall certainly make on my fellows as well. Rich men would pay for both your treasure's here. Would indeed pay fortunes for the freshness of your mouth too, if there were some evidence to guarantee the product's condition. If you know what I mean. Anyone may suck a prick and leave no evidence of it. Yet since I assume your fears are in the right place and you'd never lie to me for a second, tell me the truth now. Ever sucked a guy off?" Lakia shook her head, then committed the error of admitting a truth he wasn't pleased with. "I've tongued out girls though." "I see. Well that behaviour must stop instantly. Unless I am to supervise it, your sexual freedom must remain oppressed. Is that understood?," Calrig snarled. Lakia nodded, hiding her disappointment at his words. "Perfectly." "Fine, let's seal it in fuck," he decided, letting his prick fall from his breeches and land in her palm. She jerked him off in under a minute, spraying him all down her arm. "Oh yesss!," he declared. "Fingers of an angel indeed. We're to do this again instantly," he gathered some sperm and tipped it upon her fingers. "Insert one in my ass while you frig me this time around... ohh fucking fantastic!" And after dispersing down Lakia's arm for a second time, Calrig insisted all decisions toward the subject of adopting her had just been finalized by her skill. Rarely did she see him again for a while. And although disappointed that his decision to preserve her pucelages for profit would certainly destroy all plans of being deflowered by Deliana's teen acquaintance, she could not have been more comfortable in the financial field. Chapter 4 Resmor was kept busy for almost the entire following week. Calrig had introduced eight new servants to the penthouse now in his possession. Seven of which Lakia had dedicated to herself. They were youthful females, experienced in every manner the toilette of princesses requires knowledge of. So they outfitted her with only the finest designs, massaged her with only the finest devotion and helped her to bathe. Not to mention serviced her meals every second in which her demands for them were fired to their peak. A new flame of evil, freshening all the better from their services had sparked up in Lakia. The style of princess, the life of standing above others, the ability to strike down anyone you wish, helped to cause abundant enthusiasm to her position. Yet a cold blow to the freshly kindled fire of her sudden royalty were the blunt refusal all seven of her servants made to play any role in the disposing of Resmor. How indeed Lakia thought she'd have her grandmother struck down in seconds as of now. Yet even as of now, with the power of the entire penthouse, that still was impossible. The prettiest and closest of her servants, fourteen year old Jenita, told her plainly. "Oh Lakia were you to demand someone on the streets, a delinquent, a sol parent and their child, a hobo, a drug addict... any of the trash our society looks down upon to be murdered I'd gladly help you in shielding the evidence. But your grandmother not only resides in the penthouse, yet she's featured on the poster promotion to save the poor in India. Master Calrig insists that you and her are not in the least expendable. You know how he works. He wouldn't have anything that impresses his image suddenly taken away. And I'd also advise you not to go about this on your own either. You'd be the only suspect." Lakia had folded her arms angrily in response. "How is it that everyone knows my hatred of that old slag?" "You make it very obvious mistress," Jenita answered her young superior. It was true, Lakia couldn't deny that. Her attempts to take her grandmother's life so far had inflated all that evidence of her hatred. She'd confessed to Calrig her despise for Resmor. Wherein he gave her complete control over her provided she didn't kill her. Yet complete control still wasn't enough. Lakia, just as she did before if not even more now, wanted her mother's predecessor as naught but a rotting carcass. And before she herself would perish, she'd ensure that destiny would come around for her. Yet while she was still under her complete power, why not at least make some misery for Resmor? That was an idea Lakia was all too enthusiastic to follow through with. Thus commenced the following events. She called all her friends and hatched a fresh little scheme to excite them all, and her most of all. Calinile and Risilina, the two sisters of sin were the first one's to show up. Lakia was all over them instantly. Once having dismissed the servants, her fired up passions required unleashing upon them both. And how prettily dressed they were, their perfect eye shadow, pure white flesh and gorgeous black skirt and tank top attire put her into a savage state for love. She suckled on Risilina's mouth for near twenty minutes while fingering Calinile to a quick orgasm into her hand. Yet finally it was Calinile herself who separated the three of them with a firm shake of her head. "No more of this. Why Lakia, you'll require second attention to your appearance if we make too much thorough love right now. What we need to do is save some of our orgasmic body ripples for the crime we're about to execute." "Yes! I can't wait to hear of it!," Risilina declared, snuggling against her sister with an excited hug while Lakia took her seat before them upon the richest throne of a couch in her living room. "We must await the others to arrive first. So you all get the ins and outs." Thus it wasn't until all her acquaintances were gathered (Celita and Deliana excluded) that Lakia commenced explanation to them. "The hag occupying the bedroom," she gestured to Resmor's room, "is apparently unable to be touched thanks to the grave error I committed in becoming beneath the power of Calrig." "Oh but Lakia, that was no error. You have twice the power you have before. At this rate, you'll be a top notch conservative criminal in no time," Calinile praised her warmly. "That is all good. But when you hate someone as equally as I hate my worthless, peaceful, piece of shit grandmother, then it is quite difficult to enjoy my presents while she's still breathing," Lakia snarled. "Yet as we cannot kill her... yet that is, I shall satisfy myself with tormenting her." "How do you plan to do that?," Eva inquired. Whereupon Lakia revealed that, having been nicely stored away by her servants, the door which opened to an adjoining closet revealed a captivity of twelve large dogs and six reasonably sized cats. And it is the truth we speak by recounting it was naught but a closet. For the dogs were nicely roped up and stacked upon one another in threes. Above them the same arrangements of cats were stocked in threes. The ropes which bound them so fiercely preventing movements that, save for their desperate faces showing, you'd assume they were nothing but material bundles. Lakia gestured and seeming to guess this routine without flinching, Eva and Juline unpacked the cats first. They kicked all these bundles into the centre of the room and finally sliced them free from the ropes which bound them. Lakia meanwhile shut up the dogs again inside the closet and ensured every other exit from this room was secured tight. All the girls were then alone in the large, spacious living room with all six cats which had been unleashed. Lakia went about and handed out simple daggers to each of her friends, fashioned from kitchenware. "Alright, the rules are simple. Slaughter these stupid little creatures in whatever way we wish. And when complete with this, we stack them neatly into a pile of corpses and have the blood cleaned up by the servants. The corpses don't have to resemble cats at all, so long as there are corpses left behind, all his fine." "Oh yes, my dream could not be becoming more true!," Geneta excitedly giggled. Calinile and Risilina cheekily clashed their knives together, sharpening one's blade against the others. And Eva declared the commencing of the activities when with the most thorough enthusiasm, she leapt upon the largest black tom cat and pierced its heart with one thrust of her dagger. It fell upon its back, thrust its legs toward the celling and died. She stood up, wiping her blade clean with a grin. "First one down." "Nice. Yet prolonged agony is the point of these activities," Lakia insisted, snatching up a tabby and enacting a more professional infliction of agony upon him. With the knife she poked his groin and desexed him, tossing away those tiny testicles before gutting the poor creature and kicking him over the floor. He bled out slowly at the base of the far wall. "Much finer an example if you don't mind me saying," Risilina giggled. As a kitten made the folly and inexcusable attempt of trying to flee between her legs, that splendid eleven year old brought her ankles together across its body, crushing the cat in that sweet little leg gesture. "I prefer slow attention to all the cat's body," Calinile insisted, seizing another and strapping it down across the coffee table. She took her knife to its body, slicing it once there, twice here, until it was flowing heavily from these little wounds. Yet all were so mild as to have none to hurry its death. The last two cats were tied together, hurled into the fire place and examined as they died slowly, all their limbs smoking in the most impossible agonies. These rotting, charred carcasses were then fetched from the flames before they turned to ashes, and added to the gore of the other dead creatures of their fellow species. Lakia had this raked aside so they wouldn't get in the way of what they had planned next for the dogs. The closet opened, the dogs were all sliced free and set to run about the room. And the girls armed themselves with fiercer weapons this time to take the creatures down. Aside from the small pistols Lakia had provided for them as extra protection, they each wielded a club with metal studs. And these, when landed upon the dogs faces, split them in seconds and caused the blood to run with the brain fluid leaking from the rips in their skulls. Calinile also provided stiletto boots, which no girl hesitated to pierce the fallen dogs all over with. And as the floor turned into the pure flood of their internals, matches, torches and other medieval means were added to their slow, agonized demises. The most amusing of all these tortures had to be the one Geneta selected to use on a ridgeback. First she drenched his head in oil, applied a match to the wet flammables, and left alight his entire skull. He charged into the wall in an attempt to put this out, burning slowly to death wedged halfway into the next room. Giggling, they had the servants drag him free of the gap he'd attempted to thrust his way through, and join his corpse with the stack made up of dogs. "Alright, two unique piles made up of two differing animals," Lakia studied them both then turned toward the labrodor strapped down. "One last piece of filth to go. Who wishes to impregnate this bastard with the worse tortures yet?" All the girls were equally enthusiastic, so Lakia arranged it so all would participate. First Risilina, who was so very skilled with and eager to use those stilettos, jabbed his gut several times with her heel until it split into tatters. Eva walked up and put out several live matches within his internals. Juline smashed his back legs to pieces with her studded club. Geneta sliced out the eyes with a switchblade, then also put out matches within the eye sockets. Second last Calinile, armed with her knife again, first sliced off his ears then busily sawed his tail free at the base. Finally it was up to Lakia to end it, and she did so with all the majesty of sadism in her youthful spirit. She thrust a dagger through one of its empty eye sockets, removed the blade with a slither of brain hanging from it and simply ran her tongue across it. The taste, nothing else, excited her to an obvious stage. The dog's corpse was hurled with the rest whereupon Eva spoke up. "So how do we get rid of this mess?" "Rid of it? What do you think the mess is for in the first place?," Lakia giggled. "These corpses have remained here to be scattered. We're to leave them in all various positions over the penthouse. And Resmor, locked up in here for days, will have the stench to cope with. Calrig left a message on the answering machine, explaining he'll be out of the city for this week. And I shall spend the following days at my friend Celita's mansion. The servants have been instructed to all leave the premises. Including the only one which services Resmor and shows her a tinge of loyalty. That servant too, has been instructed not to show up for work the entire week. Alone, bedridden, with rotting animal corpses covering the apartment from one end to the next, Resmor will be put through the worst sickness possible. Then before I return, the servants shall have the place nicely cleaned up. And to Resmor, I'll act as if I had no idea of the occurrences, explaining to her I was simply taken on a trip out of town by Calrig. My absence having cleared me of any knowledge of the situation. So eventually the only outcome will be Resmor sinking into the belief dementia must be involved." The girls all hi-fived over this idea of maximum brilliance. Then put it into action. They all found creative places to hide away the aftermath of their pleasures. Then all showered before leaving. Right after Lakia had soaked herself for the last time in the bathtub, she had the labrador's corpse stored in it. Just as her evil plotting promised, Resmor fell deadly ill from the animal corpses and had attempted to escape the apartment during the absence of everyone around her. She'd crawled to the front door and broken her leg when tripping over a neatly diced stack of silver furred pussycat. She lay within a few reaches of the doorknob, unable to pull herself any closer to it. Starvation and dehydration would have easily been the death of her. Yet the singed flesh of one of the cats they'd thrown in the fire place sufficed as enough meat to get her through the week. As for water, she took that all from a flower vase, careful to ration it expertly. Yes, killing that old lady proved not just a task exceedingly difficult for Lakia, but also for the forces of Nature's privations of the most vital needs. Meanwhile however, Lakia enjoyed the most spectacular stay at the residence of Celita. Deliana was frequently invited over, a celebratory additional company in which all three of them would amuse themselves sexually and viciously with the servants. One minute they'd sleep with one of the young girls entrusted to their service, next they'd beat and kick them within an inch of their lives. The most interesting episode here now deserves recounting. All three of them, Lakia, Deliana and Celita, were sharing the one room for the purposes of joyous sex. All in the master bedroom with their backs supported in line with each other and their toes sticking out the ends of the blankets, they snuggled close and plotted a little scheme in the darkness of early morning. This on the Wednesday of the week she was spending absent from home. "I want to kill someone," Lakia admitted. "I'm dead tired of resorting to animals. I need a human this time. You two both have plentiful servants and the means to cover up the crimes. And do recall your promise to me Deliana. That of a similar scene to which you recounted to me last time. Calrig may have forbidden me to lose my virginity, but I insist I can still enjoy whatever you conjure with the most eager spirit." "That you can," Deliana assured her, licking the side of her face and nibbling upon her ear lobe. "Who is it your choice to victimize sweetie?" "Elize," Lakia declared. Elize was the nine year old who had the perfect short little hang of brunette hair about her shoulders and the most adorable oceans of blue for eyes. Whenever she sobbed from a punch or a kick, her face would turn that brilliant red which wouldn't cheer to a paled colour for hours. Oh how her screams were still in development to womanish shrieks as well. Her piercing cries were that of a baby. And the cute little holes her small naked body possessed? Well of them there were interesting things to recount as well. Lakia had simply thrust a finger into her cunt and caused a piercing scream and a little blood flow. Withdrawing it, she found what appeared to be the microscopic remains of a shattered hymen on her finger tips. And Deliana had once delve into Elize's ass with a dildo sized to about the length of an African American's tool. The one thrust caused Elize to eject a tide of vomit from her small mouth. Yes, she was fragile and in every manner sensitive. Celita confessed that during her first day of service, she'd playfully kicked her down the stairs. And on the very summit herself was where Celita had heard the sound of her arm splitting. She had bones of glass and an emotional stamina of zero. Frequently she was found sobbing heavily from the mere suspected whispers of bitchiness the other servants made behind her back. So Lakia correctly guessed she was a nuisance for Celita, as well as an excellent choice of victim for them all. Why, any torture inflicted on her could only produce the most squealing, interesting results. "Oh how I hoped you'd pick her," Celita admitted with a wide grin. "I feel I may discharge on the spot at the mere thought of breaking her fingers." "Well let us speculate this no more and put it into action," Lakia insisted, exposing all their bare legs when hurling the blanket away. "I need to feel the warmth of her blood bubbling around me. Let's kill her in the spa." To this they agreed would be the final touch. Elize was called for. Trembling, they each shared her down by the pool side, asking her to frig them gently. Clearly the child suspected something was up for she had frigged Deliana and Celita plentiful times in the past and never had them cum so quickly. Basically in the first few seconds of her touching. Clearly something was up. And Lakia, Lakia who she'd rarely frigged yet was in just as great a disliking toward as her other tormentors, came in a way which terrified Elize the most. The way this sprite little Indian fluttered her eyes and rotated her head about in a nice little squirming twirl upon her thin shoulders during her orgasm, the way she leaked and screamed with fierce enjoyment. Yes, there was certainly something terrifically terrifying in the discharge of the latest addition to her bully troop. Recovering, Lakia looked deep into her wide blue eyes and Elize couldn't meet her gaze for a second. She was in such pure terror. Then Lakia simply slapped her and she fell upon the ground in the heaviest sobs at their feet, pleading. Her voice was low with the heaviest whining and begging. "Noooo, no don't hurt me, please don't hurt me anymore I can't... can't take it!" "Awww, poor thing," Deliana snickered, helping the little girl to her feet then slapping her afresh. Once again she lost her footing and fell to the floor at theirs, screaming and wailing. "My turn," Celita giggled, picking up the child and slapping her opposite cheek. As she fell again, Elize attempted to use this chance to avoid the further torments. Blindly she attempted to flee past them and make for the door. Deliana tripped her in one move and she came to a crashing landing alongside the pool. Lakia was positive she heard a rib snap as she kicked the wide eyed, open-mouthed child into the water. Elize struggled to swim, attempting to make it to the pool edge and escape. Her three tormentors dashed about the pool, from one end to the next. Wherever Elize attempted to climb out, one of them would be there in seconds to kick her back in. The child's screams of horror, pain, anger and failure to escape echoed like a shrill symphony from every wall of the indoor pool enclosure. "Here, let's cause the horrific swimmer a little handicap difficulty," Celita decided with a snicker as she fetched up a handful of pebbles from the fake garden display. She handed them out evenly and Lakia and Deliana helped her to stone the victim struggling to swim. Stones smacked into her flesh all over and more often than not, the reply of the successfully struck target was the sound of a rib breaking. Soon in too much agony to move her arms, the pain-ridden, catatonic little girl went stiff in the water. Her blue eyes stared hopelessly up at them while she started to sink beneath the water level in this condition. Twice she tried to splutter and resurface and twice it caused her too much pain to do so. Then the last rock thrown from Lakia struck her straight in the open, horrified mouth and her front row of teeth fell away and into her throat. Down she went after that, the agony of drowning nothing to fear in comparison to further pains at the surface. Water filled her lungs and ultimately, as all became a blur and the sounds of laughter from her tormentors stifled, it was the best feeling in the world for her to escape all chances of living just a moment longer. Thus Elize finally perished yet her corpse still wouldn't be spared further agonies. It was fetched from the heated pool by the other servants, who helped neatly dissect it. Then once Lakia, Deliana and Celita joined each other in the warmth of the spa, their wish came true. Elize was deliberately held aloft above them and her corpse dumped all its blood supply into the steaming water around them. In this bubbling red spa the three sadists played around, kissing and tonguing each other, fingering their every orifices. Lakia simply had to have her breast sucked upon by Deliana and her mouth by Celita to discharge several jolts of girl cum into the steaming froth of red spa water about her body. Deliana received a most eagerly given massage from Celita and as her shoulders were rubbed just the right way, one of her small breasts were pinched and tickled by Lakia who had her other hand beneath the water and playing with her cunt. In this manner Deliana entered an orgasm series nearly identical to the intensity of Lakia's, breaths coming in short little bursts from her sighing mouth. Celita insisted the most complicated of things. She leapt outside the spa and had her bloodied cunt and asshole sucked and tongued by the servants. Then she climbed back inside the water and, seizing each of the servants who'd pleasured her by the neck, plunged their heads beneath the spa water. She held them in place until she'd finished discharging, near to drowning them and enjoying her spectacular release so beautifully. Finally all three of those rich girls went to sleep in the warmth of the spa, inhaling both the steaming chlorine and the scent of their victim's blood all around them. Lakia lay in the middle and had Deliana and Celita cuddling into her on both sides, their heads resting upon the edge to the spa. A servant eventually turned off the bubbles to wake them, halting the possibility of the three of them falling under and drowning in their slumber. Yet you'd be wrong in assuming that the servant, were it not their duty, wouldn't have thoroughly applauded the concept of seeing those bitches drown in their sleep. For every servant could at any time be a chosen victim for them. While they enjoyed the pleasure of their doted loving company one night, on the morrow they could be the brutal subject of their barbaric lust. Yet despite hopes of their accidental demise, the three girls awoke and took their leave of the disappointed servants. "Clean up that fucking spa and replace it if you must," Celita snarled firmly to the nearest servant upon her leave. "I want to see not a single drop of redness in it when I return. And throw the body into the back yard of that old, rumoured child molester." Once upstairs, they returned to casual dressing gown attire and spent the rest of the day in more casual, less severe unleashings of their sadism. They confined themselves to torturing only the smallest and easily disposable animals, such as kittens and rabbits. Then as night fell, they enjoyed the most delicious banquet comprised with the lamb and pork artwork of America's most celebrated gourmet chefs. Afterward they all retired naked to the living room and slept on a fur rug. As they lay right before the orange warmth of the fire place, they entertained themselves with simple ghosts stories as if they were the sweetest teens enjoying a sleepover of innocence. Yet frequently did they tongue each other's mouths and rub caressing hands lewdly over each other's flesh. Yet they limited themselves of all sexual activity as they'd discharged their moist youthful cunts almost to dryness. Before sleep took them again they kissed each other goodnight. Lakia truly felt entirely in love with those two magnificent girls during the week she spent with them. They were simply constructed from all the same loving attention the goddess of sadism had granted her during her birth. If ever there were people who existed who Lakia couldn't fault in the least, it would have to be her company during this stay of hers away from the penthouse. Yet as all good things cease, almost uncomfortably frequently before you feel them to even begin, Lakia had to depart and return home. She was phoned by her servant on the way, who explained the reeking external ground pet cemetery she'd stumbled into had now been mopped up and washed so thoroughly it was now twice the clean, faultless penthouse it had been before. So with nothing but innocent cheer did Lakia have to prepare her personality for her meeting up with Resmor. The old lady sat in a horrified state upon the small couch Lakia had frequently used as a throne. One thought it impossible for a shape of over eighty years to contort this way, but she was actually hugging the wrinkled stumps of her knees. Hugging them right to her slowly heaving chest while rocking slightly back and forth. Rock too far and land on the ground then... splat! Bones shattered, impossible injury to recover from, her corpse shipped out of here... by fucking God how Lakia was hoping that little vision of hers would come true. She took her seat directly opposite the wide eyed, elderly freak and tried for conversation. "Hey, how is everything? I thought you'd be okay without me. You look terrible. What happened to you?" "They were everywhere...," Resmor choked, leaking tears from her dry eyes. "Just everywhere... scattered and mutilated. Horribly tortured animal bodies. Oh for the sake of Allah, what has our world come to? I thought animal cruelty was bad enough back home, with the dancing bears and all. But over here... fuck I've never seen anything like it. And they were rotting all around me, just rotting. And I had to eat one!" A small foam of spew showed about her crinkled lips as she recalled it. "I'm ill Lakia. Very ill, mentally ill perhaps." "Yes, you must be. What the fuck are you talking about anyway? I'm not seeing any dead animals in here," Lakia replied while strangling out all her giggles. Then added most cheekily an extra inquiry of genius. "Where are the animals now, can you see them?" Resmor frowned. "No! No I'm not that mad. I swear if they were here right now you would be able to see them just as clearly. And I ate one! How else would I have survived this week? Didn't the hospital tell you anything? They had to fix my leg." "Holy shit, I didn't hear about that," a smile crossed Lakia's lips which she hurriedly hid as she noticed one of those legs Resmor was hugging was bandaged over the shin. "That's really too bad. And what about the dead animals? Did the ambulance men see them too?" "No, I fell asleep and woke up then they were gone. Only then did the ambulance people arrive. I think the servants took them out of here. That's the only explanation." "And why the fuck would they do that?," Lakia chuckled. "Wouldn't they first help you up? Then explain to your decaying old brain that they're removing all those corpses from the complex? You must really think low of our servants you old bat. Obviously the only explanation is insanity. Dementia was bound to come eventually and at last it's here. Finally Allah-blessed dementia has clouded your rotting brain. It's only natural to see rotting things when the brain itself is rotting. So then dear grandma, shall I call the asylum?" "Not yet Lakia," Resmor choked while wiping her eyes. "Despite your cruel attitude toward me, I'd sooner go mad here in the penthouse with you. I'd never let them take me away from you until I die. I simply can't leave you for I feel that... well I'm worried about you." "You?," Lakia asked with the most extreme confusion. "Are worried about me?" Resmor nodded and choked out the following words. "There's something about you. About the way you hate me and about the way you treat me. About your lack of emotion toward everything, even your mother's death. I could see all your tears were faked. You're not just a naughty, bad, bad girl Lakia as I once thought was the only possibility. No I think your something else altogether. Something a lot worse. You've never listened to one of my moral stories. And I don't think I can leave you, not now and not ever. For, even though it sounds crazy, I want to be here to protect you. To stop you going any further down the path you have chosen." Lakia rolled her eyes. "Oh grandma you were full of shit from the start. And you still are. One minute you're seeing dead animals, next your accusing your own granddaughter of being something evil. What's up with your mind all of a sudden? You're losing it." "I may be losing it!," Resmor suddenly spoke up confidently. "But I fear you're losing it too Lakia. You're losing it right alongside me. And as long as we're together in this house, we must help each other. I know you're not too energetic for helping me lately, with your friends coming around and keeping you busy and all. But I will do my best to help you. You're in desperate need of Allah now Lakia. You're getting too close to these Americans. And these conservative villains your befriending, this man Calrig and his governmental friends, while they're not as openly abusive as our Muslim men over in India, they have a cruelty which is tenfold the cruelty of our people. You're in league with some seriously evil people Lakia. Those two extra rich friends of yours, that Celita and Deliana, they are most certainly among them. And Calrig is going to march you down the path of evil. And you're soon to lose any trait of goodness in you, if there was any there in the beginning. So that is why I intend, in my final days, to do all I can to heal your evil soul. To save you from the torments Allah certainly has planned for you when your walking upon this Earth is finally over. I beg you to let me in more often Lakia. Let me into your brain. Let me help you..." Lakia stood up and slapped Resmor, feeling it most called for in this moment. The old lady fell back against the chair, uttering a low, pained cry. Lakia snarled harshly. "Get ahold of yourself! You're talking gibberish. Your mind is going and I certainly can't get it back for you. If there's no improvement by the end of this night I'm calling the asylum." To Lakia's standards there certainly wasn't any improvement. While they were eating dinner by the beautiful penthouse windows which overlooked the city, Resmor suddenly zoned out while staring out over all those building lights. Lakia instantly took this opportunity to stand, seize the phone and dial the mental help line. After an hourly conversation, this actually ended by them having a room prepared to take her in the morning. Then at exactly 1am, when both of them were sleeping, the phone rang. Lakia dashed up and answered it, expecting it to be confirmation from the asylum to take Resmor. Instead it was Calrig. "Lakia what the Hell is going on? I've just been informed you want Resmor sent away. Do you have any idea how that is going to make my reputation look? I'm a top notch conservative preaching the morals of our modern society as the future way of life. People look up to me. All our idiotic followers rely on my good moral examples. I can't just rescue a ragged, thin boned elderly creature from the bowels of an Indian slum simply to toss her into an asylum over here. The media will kill me for it!" "But Calrig, she's gone insane. She's seeing dead animals all over the apartment for fuck's sake!" "Oh Lakia don't lie to me. I know whatever's going on back there that you're the cause of it. Listen, I know how much you hate her but what do you want me to do about it? Until she dies of natural causes there's absolutely no alternative we can select to destroy her with. None that won't leave my reputation tainted with neglect toward her. I can perhaps house her in a room in which she'll have no access to you whatsoever." "I've told you that's no good. As long as I know she's alive her existence will pain me. Especially if I can't see her suffering daily. At least in an asylum I can be comfortable knowing she isn't happy. But here she's made friends with one of the servants. It's pissing me off so badly." "So I'll forbid her to see this servant. What's her name?" "Grienella, she's the only one of the eight you left us that chooses to tend to Resmor rather than me." "Well someone has to tend to her. In fact it was on suggestions from me that Grienella look after your grandmother. She's just as old and ugly as her, that's why I picked her for the job. I doubt the idea that Resmor's established a friendship with her though. Grienella's affection is naught but a job. The friendship an illusion." "You're right, she needs someone to clean up her shit after all," Lakia sighed while leaning against the wall, phone upon her shoulder. "Just wish she could be a little more brutal to her. She's only covering her basic needs after all." "Very well. On orders from me Grienella shall now treat Resmor like the shit she is," Calrig replied. "The only reason I hesitated this idea is that I didn't want her to commit suicide. Do you think that's a possibility if she's lacking in all friendly company." "Not at all, she just confessed to me she wants to stay alive as long as possible. To look out for me apparently. Can you believe that?" "No I can not. But I won't doubt your word nonetheless. If you think Resmor will be safe treated as unsafely as possible, then I'll take up your request. Just remember, her suicide will come down on you. And any death from mistreatment will also come down on you Lakia. I need her alive. She's an artery of my reputation as are you. Can't you just satisfy yourself with tortures elsewhere? Go slit a few dog throats. There's a million stray animals out in your section of town. Go on a killing spree." "Calrig seriously, I'm dead bored of animals. I just used them to...," she cut herself off yet didn't need to, for her new unofficial stepfather had already guessed everything. "Yeah, Resmor's been seeing dead animals you say? Ha! You're such a little sadistic bitch." "I can live with that title," Lakia giggled. "Anyway, how about I give you a little present to take your mind off killing Resmor?," Calrig suggested. "I'd very much appreciate that," Lakia replied. "Tomorrow my federal acquaintances will deliver a pair of demented old cripples from the local nursing home to your penthouse. And under both their supervision and protection, you may feel free to do with them what you want. Pretend they're Resmor. That should inspire you." Lakia thanked him dearly and all went ahead as he planned. Yet this episode can be summed up simply as a sweet joy yet a disappointment. For even as those federal troops helped restrain these two worn, demented creatures and permitted Lakia to go to work on them, none of their screams resembled Resmor's. Therefore Lakia simply didn't have the enthusiasm to bring neither to a quarter of the agonies she wished her grandmother to die by. She simply restricted herself to slicing off ears, poking out eyes and bashing their two elderly foreheads in with a hammer face. They were taken away, this ceremony still ending with her experiencing three spectacular orgasms in a row. Killing always turned her on and would continue to in every situation. Even those situations of a majority in which Resmor wasn't the victim. They'd all end in a brilliant release of her sex drive. But only the torture which would end in Resmor's demise, would be the one to simultaneously with her sex drive, release the valve to which stored her supply of hatred. Oh how indeed that was a special event she could not look forward to too eagerly. Even if Calrig insisted the day would never come where the old hag would die by her youthful hand, Lakia was intent to make it come soon if it was the last thing she ever did. Chapter 5 A most disturbing intrusion of annoyance showed up in Lakia's life two days later. And it was in the form of a young, silver kitten. Resmor had purchased it, and already it had darted its fur-shedding presence all over the house. She took the angry Lakia aside to clarify her choice to introduce the new pet to their household. "You see my darling granddaughter, seeing all those dead animals provided me a soft spot for the lesser species I never thought I had. So long story short, I've purchased us a kitten. I think we shall call him Silver, based on his fur colour. His cute personality I am yet to discover, yet I'm sure we'll soon get to know him just as well by his loving character as by his fur style. Isn't he cute." "Yes grandma," Lakia replied with obvious sarcasm. "My soft spot for animals is just as tender as yours. I'm going to crush... um, cruise into the kitchen and fetch him a welcome meal." Lakia did so with little complaint and didn't hatch the plan to do away with Silver until late afternoon permitted both her and the kitten escape from Resmor's watching eyes. She was at this hour confined to the living room and snoozing there, quite the perfect atmosphere for such evil secrecy to then occur behind her back. Silver, curled up upon the kitchen counter, was petted affectionately by Lakia. The kitten rubbed its head against her palm, enjoying this fragile attention and soon fell into a slumber. During of which in one quick move, Lakia duct taped its back paws together, then the front ones and finally its mouth. In this bundle of tape, scarcely able to move, she laughed and spat upon him. "There! Now let me show you the true meaning of gentle animal care," she searched through the cupboards and located the largest of butcher knives. She swung it down upon the kitten's back legs then sawed for nearly a full ten minutes, breaking them away. She repeated the process with the front legs, letting the kitten's blood stream out over the counter. He writhed and continued to show signs of life until every last limb was removed. Then at last Lakia inflicted a gash in his throat and Silver felt his oesophagus fill with his blood. Finally perishing, Silver resumed to be cut up. Lakia diced the small tail neatly, then the legs into even neater segments. She spent the entire afternoon hacking the kitten into the tiniest segments possible. Then, when he was nothing but fur, organ and bones, she gathered up the pieces of cat and dumped them into the blender. Those bones and segments too large to be diced were hurled from the window, where so many uncounted storeys below they'd come to splatter upon something or someone. The segments of Silver which had ended up in the blender were then demolished into even smaller pieces once Lakia turned the machine on. They didn't quite turn into a pure liquid, yet the pieces remaining of that kitten were near enough to microscopic. Lakia then sent the servants home, insisting she be in complete control of cooking the meal for Resmor that night. She managed it perfectly. Resmor demanded a bolognese and that's exactly what she got. Only amid the redness of the cooked meat, Lakia sprinkled and mixed in all those raw pieces of kitten meat. She stirred so well the meal would be too confusing to seem untrustworthy to the eyes of a demented old lady. And in assuming her granddaughter was finally showing her some affection, Resmor wished not to ruin this and therefore forced herself to down the entire meal, despite its queer flavour. Lakia sat across from her at the table with her hands supporting her little chin, just casually taking the whole scene in with a perfect calm about her. "Thank you so much Lakia, it's so nice for you to take the time to cook your old grandma a meal," it was perfectly sad since Resmor was almost crying with happiness as she acknowledged the concept of Lakia's kindness. "Did you feed Silver? I guess I should probably take care of that, since I'm the one who bought him." "Not to worry," Lakia giggled. "I fed him already. He's so cute." "Oh thank you," Resmor's eyes brightened. "You really like him as much as I do?" "Absolutely. He's such a little dish," Lakia chuckled, staring to where Resmor's lips were consuming her kitten bit by bit as she spoke. Night fell and Lakia slept the entirety of it like a rock, awakening only to hear the definite sounds of retching coming from the bathroom. Obviously raw kitten wasn't quite agreeable to her grandmother's stomach. The most amusing part was that Resmor was obviously trying to conceal the volume to her vomiting. For she didn't wish to ruin the one chance she suspected her granddaughter had shown kindness to her. Most certainly, Resmor was in the bathroom hating herself right now. Hating her stomach more than anything else for its failure to keep down the one meal Lakia had generously prepared for her in all her lifetime. Lakia sighed comfortably and enjoyed her awoken moments during the night, letting her little finger find her clit and stimulating herself to the sounds of her grandmother puking up her new pet. The following day Lakia went out early, successfully avoiding Resmor before the old bitch could inquire into Silver's appearance again. She instantly caught a bus into town and when roaming the streets, was abruptly phoned by Celita. "Lakia you've got to come round to my place now, you don't want to miss this," was all she said. Lakia turned up to discover the most beautiful yet bizarre sight. Both Celita and Deliana were there, near to naked save for the smallest black bikini's, both of them g-strings. How perfectly adorable the two of them appeared, everything in the whole world of sexy female seduction failing to rival their current appearance. Both girls stood on either side of the indoor pool. Yet most fascinating of all (if you were to look past their impossible beauty to momentarily focus on the bizarre element) was what was occurring in the pool's dead centre. A woman, around the age of thirty, had her hands tied fiercely together and raised toward the roof beams. Likewise were her ankles fastened to the floor of the pool. The water came up to just beyond her waist. And her shrieks were endless. "Let me go you evil bitches!," she screamed, her voice choked with heavy sobs. "I just want to go home!" "Shut up slag!," Deliana giggled, striking the woman across the hip with a cat o nine tails that extended an impressive distance to reach her. "You're here to suffer. So suffer you shall." "Good to see you Lakia," Celita giggled, passing her a whip. "Come join us in lacerating this bitch." "Yet first let's get you into some preferable clothes for the activity," Deliana decided, grabbing Lakia gently about the waist and pulling free the string which held up her pretty yellow dress. Celita lifted her top off while her lower half was tended to by Deliana and in a matter of seconds, they'd dressed her in a bikini with twice the tightness of theirs. While mildly uncomfortable, Lakia simply lived off the thrill of the g-string so nicely fitted between her butt cheeks and rubbing between the beginnings of her cunt lips at the rear. "You look about ready to torture the entire world," Celita praised the sadist, falling to the floor and taking a long lick of Lakia's leg from ankle to the tip of the thigh. Lakia petted her friend's head while she did this then made inquiries to the delicious Deliana. "Who is she?" "This bitch," Deliana motioned to the captive, "is the wife of a lesbian feminist politician. She wasn't too happy discovering her partner and I were sucking each other's cunts dry daily. So she was about to see to it that our little scandal was exposed, therefore making her out to be the sympathetic victim while her partner and I were the evil pursuers of lustful adultery. How foolish of this bitch. Doesn't she have the faintest idea that in America it's the errand of a simpleton with a death wish to attempt to combat a politician?" "Obviously not," Lakia giggled, giving Deliana a pleasant little squeeze on one pale, delicious butt cheek before approaching the captive. Lakia cracked her whip forward and lashed the woman's large tits momentarily, drawing blood straight away. "Oh you vicious creatures!," she sobbed heavily. "Can't you see I'm in enough pain as it is?" "You want to know pain? This is pain!," Deliana giggled, lashing at her ass until the anus itself started to pour blood from where her cat o nine tails had just scarred it. "Let's not leave these fat thighs unattended," Celita mocked while whipping at the woman's bulky leg, causing blood to run down to the knee cap in seconds. "The bitch's name is Noruna. Yet I do not doubt you see her for the load of ugly pig shit she is. So you can call her pigshit quite freely." "Very well, taste the lash you pigshitted cow!," Lakia snickered and swung several more strikes at the woman's torso. The effort this small little thirteen year old put into all her blows soon had the thirty year old woman streaming such rivers of blood over her belly that it started to turn the pool water a red colour around her, immense in its tone. "Oooh God help mehghgh!," Noruna was cut off in her plea to God as Lakia's next whip strike caught her right over the jaw and not only broke it, yet dislodged several teeth. She was applauded by both Deliana and Celita, who hurriedly dashed up to her and started furiously making out with their sadistically successful companion. "Oh frig me you evil little bitch," Deliana sighed, encouraging Lakia to feel her cunt through her g-string panties with one hand while she still used the other to whip the woman. Now and then Celita would borrow her mouth when she wasn't busy insulting the victim and suckle all the saliva offered from it. When Noruna's sobs were almost silent in defeat and her blood stream was so constant it was obvious she'd lack all energy to talk, the girl's swiftly enjoyed an orgy before her hopeless form. Not needing to rub or suck tits in this high state of arousal in which they were put, the girls simply pulled down the lower halves to their bikini's hurriedly and set to sucking each other. Deliana at the lead, orgasmed first over the busily tickling tongue of Lakia's, thriving against her clit. Lakia was the whole while sucked by Celita, who called a servant over to render the same service to her. Once all three young sadists had emptied a good portion of their girl-cum into an eager, awaiting mouth, they stood to resume the torture. "Your back looks sore, let me numb it a little more for you," Celita giggled, lashing Noruna's behind until all the flesh, from the backs of the legs to the rear of the torso, hung almost in shredded tatters. The woman's screams intensified. Deliana meanwhile snatched up a brand new garden pitchfork with the sharpest metal points. Giggling the whole while, she raked them down over the front of the captive bitch. Noruna shrieked as the spikes cut through her breasts like butter and slid in beautiful, blood spilling quadrupled lines all the way to her cunt. Deliana resumed casually dragging the points over her breasts and belly until all which her front presented were in the most damaged, irreparable states. The breasts were naught but torn chunks of meat, many segments hanging by threads. And so deeply cut was her belly that the sides of intestines were visible. Yet expertly, along with Celita's treatment of her rear, Deliana had avoided a wound deep enough in the vitals to cause death. "Oh you're a fucking mess now aren't you?," Deliana mocked as she tossed aside the pitch fork and hurriedly lowered her g-string again. "Fuck this has turned me on so much. I've got to release again, someone get the fuck over here!" A servant hurriedly came and tickled her youthful mistress's clit until her excitement came spilling out yet again. "Oooooh that's so fucking beautiful!," Deliana sighed while admiring her handiwork on Noruna's front section while she came. Lakia finally stepped up and, that beautiful cat o nine tails still in her hand, inflicted the second to last torture. Cackling, she aimed her every whip stroke at the woman's cunt. Noruna's screams were now the highest, despite everything else which had been done to her prior. And they kept up until blow after blow from the whip had not only torn her cunt lips to tatters, but actually dislodged and flicked her clitoris free and into the water. "Whoops, looks like you lost something precious," Lakia snickered and stuck out her tongue at her. "Guess your wife certainly won't want you back now you stupid, pigshit bloodied cow!" Noruna's sobs were indescribable at this point. "Alright, guess it's time to end this bitch's life. Keep up the tortures and she won't feel the last one this set up has particularly prepared for her," Celita pointed out. "That's right," Deliana joined in as she approached the panel of switches to the pool and spa control against the far wall. "Watch and learn Lakia." She flicked one switch and instantly the water took on the most intense bubbling it was capable of producing. Heated pools may bubble a little, yet when she abruptly turned this switch it bubbled with twice the furiousity of a spa. While at the same time the blue colour took on a yellow. Deliana gestured to the great canisters of the identical coloured liquid stored at the rear of the room, linked via hoses to the water. Lakia grinned as she read the label of what was being fed into the bubbling swarm. CONCENTRATED ACID. "Oh God, this is going to sting," she giggled. Noruna's eyes momentarily widened as her mind completely consumed the reality of the acidic flood swarming her. Then as her broken jaw dropped, a scream emerged which survived uncounted seconds. She writhed and attempted one last time to free herself from her tightly secured position as the acid sizzled through her legs and left only the bones. Completely burning away what remained of that tattered cunt and showing naught but the raw pelvis left over. And finally her expression took on one of permanent open mouthed awe, one which would never again change for life had finally left that hideous body. "Oh wonderful!," Lakia completely fell in love with the sight and clapped her little hands to her cheeks with an adorable expression, one of examining a sight so sweet you'd assume it to be (as it frequently were with girls her age) a cute little puppy or pink room decoration. How Lakia loved that carcass and enjoyed all the more spitting upon it before leaving. The thoughts of her share contributing to the torture would be precisely what her fingered little cunt would enjoy that night before bed. The same occurring over their shares in the event could also certainly be said for Deliana and Celita. Yet of course, when Lakia returned to town, she did also make use of the day to commit some little evils there. Especially so when joined up with Calinile, Geneta and their little pack. Together they accosted a five year old girl and her big sixteen year old sister. The two of them had left school for a lunch break in town and when encouraged into an out of sight alleyway, the worst brutality aside from death was inflicted on them. None of our evil heroines cared that they didn't wear masks during this beating. For quite simply, the victims would be so traumatized they'd be too terrified to identify them. Little Risilina stomped repeatedly on the face of the big sister until her jaw broke. Then kicked her a good thousand times in the stomach until she puked on the alleyway floor. "Suffer you ugly bitch!," Risilina cruelly teased the teen as she continued to batter her face with her booted little foot. Even more cruelly, Calinile shoved the little sister's head into her older sister's puddle of vomit and forced her to lap it up. Meanwhile her rectum suffered damage as Lakia shoved several rocks inside it. How that little child would suffer shitting those things out. The little girl continued to scream as Calinile held matches to the flesh of her rear. Meanwhile Eva and Juline together stomped upon her sister's limbs while Risilina continuously kicked her face until the inflated bruises certainly wouldn't deflate in any foreseeable upcoming moment. "Hold her down," Risilina instructed her two comrades while she stepped casually upon the victim's face with a little smirk and stood there. The eleven year old remained in that position until hearing a few more bones grind on the bruise decimated face beneath her heels and soles, finally stepping from them and delivering her last kick. "Take that slut!" Calinile meanwhile reefed up the little girl's hair, slammed her face down upon the ground, reefed it up by the hair again and repeated the process. Continuing until blood completely painted the five year old's features. "Fuck I'm horny," Lakia cried, pulling down her skirt. "I need to hurt them both simultaneously. Show me something sexy while I do it!" Lakia prepared herself with a rock in each hand and then commenced stabbing into the bare butt cheeks of both victims. The rocks shredded that tender flesh and let blood flow quite abundantly. As she did this, that pleasant sight was indeed given her. Calinile dropped her pants and sat before her, stretching her legs so her little cunt was in Lakia's reach. Leaning forward, Lakia tongued her friend while stabbing the victims. Calinile soon screamed from this, grabbed ahold of her head and grinded her pussy against her face as it started leaking. "Yeah, lick me you evil little slut! Lick me Lakia!" Lakia also came hard as in sync with this pleasure, Risilina inserted one of her small fingers into her from behind. A few seconds of the eleven year old jiggling her hand about in her cunt and bowel caused Lakia to fall under the purely pleasurable wave of glorious discharge as well. "Oh what the fuck!," Eva cried while shrugging in Juline's direction. The two more moral ones also slid down their pants and frigged each other, Juline cumming in oceans over Eva's fingers while her friend collapsed into her arms during her equally intense discharge. Last of all Risilina and Geneta finally frigged each other, and they did so while kicking at the pretty female victims at their pretty little feet. The victims endured a few fractured bones simultaneously to the streaming juices coming from the cunts of their tormentors. "Fuck yes!," they cried together while delivering the strongest kicks during their discharges. Finally the evil little gang set about departing the scene. With the child's anus torn and filled with rocks, her big sister beaten to senselessness, Lakia and her acquaintances hurriedly left that alleyway as swiftly as they had entered it. Calinile, still in a heated, unrelieved mood as she escorted Lakia home, swiftly grabbed a little boy on his way home from school. "Let's do something this time with a little less physical damage, thus less to complain of," Calinile snickered. Lakia agreed, holding the sobbing little boy while wedging his mouth open with a stick. And all that Calinile did involved simply spitting into the boy's mouth. She kept this up on a continuous basis until the child threw up on the pavement. They then simply gave him a few light farewell kicks before continuing on back to the penthouse. Calinile dropped Lakia off and kissed her goodbye, sucking her tongue in the process. Vice versa can be said for Lakia, for she was deeply in love with Calinile in particular out of all her friends. Yet she'd grown close to Geneta. That was also a certainty. And she was yet to commit some interesting crimes in that particular girl's company. The next day Resmor still hadn't located Silver and Lakia managed to avoid her in time to get out the door. The coach awaited her for a camping excursion and she jumped right aboard, sitting next to Geneta instantly, who she noticed was the only other one in their group who'd bothered to turn up. "I hate camping and would have avoided it if I didn't feel this particular, isolated location we're heading to has an opportunity for sadism written all over it," Geneta explained. Lakia leaned over and whispered into her ear while pretending to wind down the window. "Amen to that bitch!" From start to finish, unsurprising to Lakia who'd grown fond of accepting her increasing luck, Geneta's prediction of the trip bathed in sadistic activities was accurate. During bush walks they would many times evade the group to kick or bash a possum to death. Then the two charming girls were then walking back in line without the slightest revelation of their having left the troop. Yet it was at the charming campsite where things would truly escalate. Oh what a view they were blessed with indeed, all of the city lights expanded out ahead of them. The tallest buildings, including the penthouse, were all visible from this peak in the forest. Lakia, as she examined it, would frequently hold up her hand and make to close her thumb and forefinger over the tip of the building in which she resided, fantasising about crushing it to exploding shards with Resmor contained. The tents the kids would share in groups of three, extended far back from the cliff. Yet Lakia and Geneta were fortunate enough to be situated in such closeness to the cliff that they were in quite an isolation from the rest of the group. Yet their beautiful view was worth every shred of their privation of group company, which neither of them were craving in the least. Their bed partner was a fifteen year old boy named James Scratworth. He was the severe loner type who enjoyed his isolation and their talkative company very little. Lakia and Geneta soon gave up all their instinctive teenage flirting (the most of which was simply an act to conform with expected adolescent normality) and departed the tent. Scratworth went to sleep as soon as possible, obviously craving to get the trip over and done with. The sooner its completion, the sooner he'd be restored to his comfortable couch with his Xbox games. "Scratworth is a little boring fuckwit. Yet at least he's abnormal enough to pass off our casual talk, got to give him points for that," Geneta murmured while staring out over the city lights. "Hey listen," Lakia spoke up. "Scratworth could be a perfect source of entertainment for us. Boys like him may hate socializing, yet if we give him a little more than that he certainly won't refuse it. Then, get him silent enough, obedient enough, reliant enough on us that he'll do anything we say, he'll be ours to do anything we want with!" "Fricking brilliant idea yet understand if I'm a little less eager than you, for I haven't really committed crimes of your extent." "You haven't yet, but I'll show you everything. Just follow my lead." "We're really going to dispatch this guy to the next world right now? Out here in the woods? With all those witnesses nearby?" "They're only witnesses if he wakes them up. And even then they have to come crawling out of the confusion of their tents first. Let's give this a go while the chance is ours!," Lakia insisted. That concluded any further debating on the matter, for the two excited girls had enthusiasm on equal levels, despite one being in the larger field of experience. Yet as a team, here is exactly how perfectly they carried out these events. Scratworth awoke and reached for his reading glasses, intent to busy himself with a book to put him off to sleep. Yet as he reached for it, Geneta stepped upon it and manoeuvred her heel so she grinded it into the Earth. "Hey!," Scratworth whined while Lakia slid down beside him and hurriedly reached inside his pyjama fly, taking out his cock. She kissed him swiftly on the cheek then spoke in her warmest voice. "Enough reading for you. You must get pretty fucking tired of being a weak little nerd all the time. Let's give you a little pleasure you won't get from your stupid story book." She started jacking him and instantly Scratworth halted his complaints, his eyes at first going wide yet then rolling back in his head with the most intense pleasure. "Oh fuck!," he hissed in sudden amazed joy. "W-why are you doing this?" Geneta laid down beside him and cruelly mimicked his stutter. "W-why? Because young cum filled boys who can't get laid eventually go insane. And as you obviously lack the social skills to fuck anyone, let us give you a treat and just get down to business tonight. Make this excursion the best one you've ever had!" "Oh thank you!," Scratworth nearly cried, leaning over to kiss her while his junk was still getting pumped. Lakia recalled precisely from the time she'd fondled Calrig, that when a cock stiffened in a certain way it was significant of the orgasm process. And how swiftly Scratworth was reaching it. Another second of tugging and he'd blow. Geneta winked at her, indicating clearly that their cruelty could wait no longer. Thus it then commenced, most sadly indeed for that poor fellow Scratworth. She drew out a knife and simultaneously with the widening of his eyes, dug the blade deep into his cock and with a few maneuvers, severed it at its base. Lakia bit straight into his neck at the same time and drew her mouth away, a chunk of it remaining therein. He writhed about, cupping his neck with one hand and his groin with the other. Lakia instantly straddled his hip, spat out the chunk of neck she had closed in her mouth upon his face. With one swift punch, the young girl silenced all the teenager's screams. Then with increasing giggles, took up the flick knife from Geneta and starting with the left, ending with the right, deprived his eye sockets of what they contained. He was still alive and shrieking as Lakia snatched up handfuls of dirt from the tent floor and shovelled it into the spaces his eyes once occupied. "Pinch his nose," she instructed Geneta who instantly did so. Lakia drew aside her skirt then her panties and while Scratworth screamed in open-jawed agony, Lakia directed her pussy so it was straight over the opening and unleashed the most relieving stream of piss straight down his gullet. How indeed she'd been holding her bladder for hours to enjoy that spectacular finish. Once the piss drinking was completed, Geneta poked yet another gash in his neck with the switchblade and both girls were content simply to finish off by savagely kicking his body as he bled out. At last Scratworth's persistence to live made the wise choice in surrendering to its better, which was the irreparable condition of his body. Medical help was now beyond him, as well as his life. "Guess we better get rid of this thing," Geneta started to grasp up the body when Lakia hurled herself upon her friend, savagely kissing her mouth. "Not just yet, let us first enjoy the splendid opportunity given us." And so the two girls rolled about upon the corpse they'd made a mess of, eventually stripping themselves to complete nakedness within the warmth of the tent. While Lakia kissed and licked everything in reach about Geneta's mouth, her friend had her cunt positioned over the corpse's mouth, both pissing and discharging down Scratworth's oesophagus. Lakia then seized the still stiff prick that rigor mortis had kept intact in its erect state. Sharing it like a dildo, one girl frigged her cunt with the head while the other would in vampire style, manoeuvre it with her lips and suck the coagulated blood from its base. Spitting it out straight after of course since neither craved upset stomachs. Then they'd reverse the position, the prior frigger now the maneuverer with the device between her lips, simultaneously suckling it of its blood while her friend enjoyed the spasms the head caused to her clit when massaged there. It was eventually throughout this procedure that the severed cock finally fell limp, as all the remaining blood within it had been drained. What remained was shoved down the dead victim's unhinged jaws and then the love making resumed. Lakia placed her tight little ass cheeks over the face of Scratworth, lying back over his body then licking at Geneta's cunt which was presented to her mouth. Nothing was more pleasant than this 69 event accomplished over the male corpse beneath their naked female bodies. After licking each other out so thoroughly they were more than familiar with the taste of each other's fuck, they set about clearing up the mess. Yet their arousal wouldn't lower in the least, only intensify upon every contact they made to the victim they gathered up. One touch of their live flesh to his dead skin caused a heated wave of the most awesome sadism to flood their bodies yet again. It was fair to say, in disposing of the body they were more than awkward, for Lakia and Geneta were from head to toe, giddy during the whole experience. Over the cliff they flung it, for where else was more suited a sight for disposing. Then back in their tent, the blood cleaned up, they climbed naked into the one sleeping bag, kissing then sleeping with their mouths joined together. Both hands upon each other's flat, developing tits. The perfect end to one perfect sadistic evening. Even further amusing events occurred that following day. A search was instantly put into action upon the head count revealing Scratworth was missing. While the teacher embarked with the team for the search, the entire student body was left unattended within their tents. Whereupon Lakia and Geneta conjured up some further amusements. "The boys!," Lakia abruptly spoke up with a wide smile while twirling her hands within the folds of her school skirt, staring seductively at Geneta from where they stood by a tree. "The boys are the key to adding a little cheer to this morning. The idea sounds crazy, I understand it is. But I think you'll most certainly agree to the point of being an enthusiast for it when I tell you what it is." "Don't keep me in suspense any longer," Geneta giggled. "What is it and how could boys possibly play a role of admiration here?" "Well," Lakia began slowly. "I'm craving an orgy. My first orgy. Yet to be a spectator to it for a while. The perfect opportunity is now. All the students are left alone in the master tent, all of them raging with hormones and just aching for some amusements. We start with the boys, get them nice and ready to penetrate into whatever's put in front of them. Then as a team they'll fall upon the opposing sex, encunting and sodomizing with or without consent. It should be more than amusing for us, even if several students are harmed in the chaotic condition." "Oh Lakia! I'm leaking at the thought," Geneta declared, rubbing herself through her skirt while glancing about in mild fear, half contributing to the murder she'd just helped enact and the other for being found out in execution of the following scheme. "But the teacher won't be away forever. He'll be back very soon..." "Tis exactly why we have no time to spare," Lakia chuckled while skipping off toward the master tent, Geneta hard on her pretty little heels. Intruding on the tent the two girls at first made casual conversation, gaining a lot of attention for they were not quite acquainted with socializing in the local teenage opinion, thus making it quite an unusual and fascinating circumstance. Then, passing from boy to boy, talking flirtatiously and rubbing their youthful palms upon their crotches while doing so, they managed to go from one end of the tent to the next, erecting every male within its boundaries. One touch of her finger to each of the keyboards permitted Geneta to bring up upon the screens of the two laptops accompanying them out here in the woods, the most delicious pornography the teacher had saved. She knew the male instincts like a book and could guess what they'd name such a folder containing such sweet graphics. Once upon the screen, the porn involving the most leaking cunted women and hard pricked men of the largest length in engine, the entire party started to fall under the heat of what was being screened before them. Lakia with a snicker, noticed the horniest loner lie hands upon the bitchiest cheerleader, stripping her of her skirt. And then simply her consenting to be relieved of its tight presence about her waist. She kissed him, he sucked her tongue while lying hands upon her near to flat chest and rubbing his prick to a pre-cum dripping erection against her bare thigh. From the other end of the room, two boys pulled out their junk and commenced masturbation to the scene. Yet it wasn't long before two hungry girls seized those engines and guided them to their mouths, suckling like babies at milk bottles. Geneta was accosted by an overweight lesbian and paid her back in terms so fair that her fingers tickled abundant floods of orgasm from her well irritated clit. Lakia went from girl to girl, sucking their cunts clean, from boy to boy frigging them. The pleasant aroma of teenage discharge accompanying that of their perspiration from a bath-absent night filled the tent. All questions of the stupid moral expectations of our society vanished within this group, who simply fell back into the most natural realm where Nature had designated them. Which was the simple and untainted spirit of mating. After twenty minutes of having an accomplished fourteen year old surfer and a developing sixteen year old hooker, frigging the fuck from her, Lakia insisted they add more interesting designs to such a party. For her sadism was in need of it. "Pain with pleasure never hurt anyone, apart from those who are stabbed with the regrets of not trying it out." Whereupon two victims offered themselves, face down and naked alongside each other. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, moderately pretty with the most delicious rears yet unveiled to the party. Lakia, Geneta and two of the creepiest boys wielded casual twigs from the forest and savagely attacked their behinds with them, slapping them there until the twigs themselves snapped. Blood from the wounds filled both their gaping ass holes. And without neglect these ass holes were soon both filled. A cheerleader frigged the boy's anus with a dildo, and the submissive girl's ex boyfriend mounted her and shed some rough fucking revenge into her bowels. Then the victims switched. A new batch turned up, Geneta and Lakia once again enjoyed participating in the stick beatings although the other two attackers switched. A girl who looked even slightly younger than thirteen, dripping from the cunt however with all this excitement, lay nude in the centre and offered her body to all which would fit or drip over it. A boy went into her ass, a girl plunged a dildo into her front sector, then two cocks hung in her face and with fragile little licks, she probed them with her tongue until they sprayed her. After her ass virginity had been taken by the first boy, she was all the more ready to have several others plunge therein with various cocks and dildos as well. Following that she was caused to bleed like the prior couples when Lakia and Geneta continued their hobby with the stick beatings. The two boys who'd aided them in the first round, saving their discharges, would insist to continue to beat the couples with the help of the two young female hosts whenever the opportunity came around. Yet eventually their friends demanded the two of them take their turn, especially the males who'd been viciously cut by their stick blows and wished to defend their honour. The two doms took up the sub positions and enjoyed these attacks even more than giving them. Lakia even took a vicious yank upon one's ball sack and he erupted over the tent floor in response to that single move. After their turn, the hosts, our precious heroines, inventors of this wonderful idea decided to show good faith and have their go as the victims. Lakia's precious caramel behind was unveiled alongside the near to albino one of Geneta. And completely naked in this all fours style, the two sadistic girls bore all the painful disadvantages of the victims, yet obtained therefrom some sweet pleasures nonetheless. No student was too eager to take their turn whipping and cutting their delicious asses with the sticks, yet all of them showing that deep respect for them which had been initiated upon receiving the idea from them to initiate the orgy. Yet they demanded they have the extra honour of keeping their entrances intact. The two slapped away all dildos and grabbed ahold of all cocks aimed at their asses, quickly frigging them empty before they could intrude. "No signs of these activities are to taint our bodies, you owe it to us for the invention of your pleasures," Lakia spoke up. Geneta halted sucking the clitoris before her and added her piece in. "Anyone in need of a hole from the victims then please use our mouths, we will accommodate as much and as various a show of horny genitals of either gender that we can manage." And so it was as they were savaged and avenged upon by every teenager there, both our Lakia and Geneta showed kind respects to their justified tormentors by licking out or sucking empty anything set before their visages. With of course, Lakia's nasty little attitude as a vengeful victim for which she couldn't resist to add a bite or a nip to whatever prick or clit her mouth was currently teasing. Yet for the most, these little insertions of pain into the flow of pleasure throughout their hormonal bodies simply increased their desires to flood her naughty little tongue with the sap of their joys. And so it was our girls faces were soaked after having relieved around about the entire party upon their slick, attractive features. Their asses were also sweetly chastised, avenged for their misconduct toward others and showing that for the smooth blood wash dripping from them. Yet they were merely stinging, not exactly hurting in any manners. Once done with these pleasures, the remaining fuck still contained within the teen bodies was in the process of being drained through kisses, cuddles and genuine sex when at last this wonderful group was uncovered in the act. By their teacher and he alone, who came to announce the corpse of Scratworth had been located and that they had two hours to return to the city. He stared at first in horror at the sight, then with a certain maddened calm as Geneta walked right up to him, kissed him upon the jaw while grabbing firmly at his crotch. "Sssshh Mr Campill. Your class is simply coping with the grief of our lost student. Will you not join us?" And into the holes of several of his depucelated students, both girls and boys alike, Mr Campill was the last to join in and the last to cum. Then hurriedly he demanded they pack up and head back, making certain to never speak of these events once back among the civilized world. He must have surely been aware of what depth of horror he'd be in for should one kid disclose the doings. On the bus trip back home, both heroines remained in complete surprise at the ease of the events they'd just initiated. So many boys and girls having given up their fruits and performed the strangest sexual deeds with them with next to no excessive persuasion being required. Yet their shock was returned to reality as the two held a conversation with the most corrupted boy in the glass upon the trip home. "I highly doubt many of these kids will remember the orgy nor be in the recollective mood to tell their parents," he announced to them. "For I smuggled in the heaviest forms of alcohol from an illegal seller, the brand of which I can't even be sure of. But the entire class have been in states unlike themselves for the whole trip. The only two who obviously didn't have a drink, would be you two little outcasts. Who I must thank dearly for playing such a beautiful whorish role in commencing these events. You were the professional initiators, I the mere unknown accomplice. But I can assure you it was my desire to see crazed things happen as well. I had a plan to simply get myself laid, instead I squirted in both your pretty faces, far more preferable than the traditional discharge in a cunt." "It was a joyous scheme and one we're glad you enjoyed so much," Geneta giggled to him. "And don't forget Mr Campill, he had no alcohol on board whatsoever I'm assuming." The boy shook his head. "No, that man's simply been aiming his cock in the direction of us teens for some time. Only last night was it properly sucked and fucked to dryness by us." "Well he'll remember everything of the events last night," Lakia chuckled while staring in the direction of their pathetic teacher, whose gaze was aimed toward his lap. "Hope it was worth the guilt that shall attack his conscience when in bed with his wife. Fuck, how I don't envy at all those unfortunate enough to be born with capabilities for remorse." So at last ended that camping trip which saw to the completion of a murder, a successful orgy of pleasure afterward, the permanent embarrassment and awkwardness of their teacher, and most importantly a closer bond developed between Lakia and Geneta. Thus will now give us reason to pursue relating to you the remaining good times their relationship together would bring. And you shall be informed of all they did right up to the time of ill (for Geneta at least) which would see the two of them separated. Returning to the penthouse, Lakia was instantly accosted upon her entry by Resmor's wide-eyed, deeply troubled stare. The old women held the girl firmly by the shoulders, crying torrents of old, dried tears onto her flat little breastbone. "Oh Lakia! Lakia! I can't find Silver! He ran away! He's been gone since before you left." Lakia rolled her eyes yet made sure her grandmother didn't glimpse this sarcastic expression. "Well let's search for him shall we?" She called Geneta and the two made a perfect example of searching for a kitten, giggling around every corner at Resmor's hopeful suggestions of where they ought to search. They appeared busy enough to climb into every pocket of the house the old woman couldn't reach, and returned with only tingling cunts and empty hands, knowing full well what happened to the cat. "Can't find anything, you'll have to let him go. I've got business with my friends to attend to," Lakia turned her back on the still weeping Resmor and guided Geneta into her room. Her new bestie enjoyed a sleepover that night and until the orange of dawn burst across the sky, those two girls frigged each other while listening to Resmor's night-long sobs. The next day brought only fresher experiences in sadism for the both of them. The two girls skipped into town, indulged in all that those dark alleyways permitted them the privacy for. How stunning they appeared, clothing their bodies in as seductive a manner as possible. Lakia wore a tight black skirt, a satin vest of the same colour upon her torso. Geneta wore studded boots with bright red stockings. Her upper half was veiled only by a delicious rainbow designed bikini bra. Despite such delicious and artistic attires, the two girls were careful to keep those plain craft masks veiling their perfect little faces. Identity was concealed while their sexual appetite unveiled beneath. How indeed the two appeared, aside from the masks, more of the victims rather than the predators. They looked to be two casually lost teenagers, dressing in such sexy designs in a hope to gain money from the dirty perverts who'd ask for favours from them. The first man to ask a favour was a delinquent nearly twenty years of age, well muscled and pricked like a stallion. He chuckled, hurling his cigarette away in the toughest possible display and chewing with a stuck-up attitude while he spoke. "You bitches are obviously in need of cash, prowling my alleyways dressed like little whores. Get your hot teen mouths to work on my junk and maybe we'll see if I can't get you your bus ride home to your mommies. But take off those masks before you begin. I'd like to see your hot little faces. Unless of course you're ugly, and that's the reason you're wearing them." The two girls giggled, unveiling their faces just to prove to him how delightful in appearance they were. Yet after having executed this move, it was decided that they certainly would have to kill this bastard. Lakia guided Geneta forward and spread her friend's legs in line with the device poised to mount her. "Better idea. You look too horny to survive preliminaries sir. Just fuck my friend silly and I'll aid you while you do so." In ultimate Heaven, the delinquent mounted Geneta and she, biting her lip, survived his attacks as best she could. Yet they weren't long in the process. Lakia kissed him on the mouth, keeping his face distracted while his hands searched her body. Just as she felt his fingers find her ass, her right thumb and forefinger located his adams apple and after simply pinching it, tore it right out. He howled, hosing blood from the wound while instinctively during orgasm, he continued to hump his target. Lakia leaned forward and frigged Geneta's clitoris, bringing her off into the most fantastic discharge while the dying delinquent spurted his sperm inside her. And with the timing just as perfect as always, as soon as Lakia noticed their victim raising one muscular arm to strike at them, she seized a wood axe leaning against the alleyway wall and beheaded him in one strike. After his corpse fell, Geneta and Lakia kissed, fingered and discharged hotly down one another's legs for half an hour. After this was completed, the snickering Geneta sliced free the dead, limp device which had just penetrated her. "I have such a wonderful idea," she admitted. "Yet certainly a dark idea." "That cock won't make a good dildo, now he's dead and it's limp there's no stiffening it anew," Lakia pointed out. "What could we possibly use it for?" Geneta guided her friend out the alleyway, kissing her up her pretty neck the whole way while they re-fitted their masks. "You'll see." And make use of that decapitated cock she did indeed. Placing it upon the chopping board within the penthouse kitchen, she diced it so neatly it appeared almost like the slicings of a raw sausage. Then these nice, meal-sized pieces were tossed within the curry Resmor was cooking for herself that very night. Lakia, giggling like a mad girl, followed Geneta out the house straight after and managed not to slur her words as she shouted to Resmor she and her friend were going to get takeaway. "You amaze me so thoroughly," Lakia confessed to her friend as they ate pizza by a cozy little restaurant window seat. Outside rain dashed against the glass, the busy night-life all in a hurry to reach shelter of some kind. Lakia watched every figure of a person dash by, imagining gaining their death on her conscience, and how higher her pleasure would soar from it. Oh how she wished to whip out a machine gun and to mow down everyone around her, discharging while doing so. Had a thirteen year old girl ever been more sexually powerful in the sadistic realm before her? Obviously not. She was one of a kind. And so life remained in this peaceful loop of ruining Resmor's days while brightening her own simultaneously. Lakia's next more memorable life event took place when she and Geneta were walking home a week later. The house they passed didn't look at all like the type to possess residence of their same firm immoral statue. Why, it was just another simple building which appeared likely to only house the boring, everyday moral citizen. That was until they glimpsed the precise activities occurring in its front yard. Dondall was seventeen, a boy who appeared to be the king of the school nerds and not at all one to succeed in socializing. It was in this little house he hid himself daily once the Hell of education departed and the comfortable onslaught of a cool afternoon was upon him. Once through his gate, this shy, mildly hideous creature would transform instantly into the most active sadist. Not caring in the least that two mere passing by student citizens were viewing his current leisure, Dondall grasped a golf club firmly in his youthful hands and swung it toward the targets deserving of its strikes. The first was a cat who had wandered into his yard, which he dispatched to Hell with one strike. The second was a stray pug dog his mother was attempting to look after. Not caring in the least that his dear mom had gone to the trouble to file the correct pet adoption papers to make this dog her own, Dondall now furiously killed it with several strikes of that golf club. Then after digging two fresh graves in his very front yard, buried it along with the cat. Only straight after did the blood stained teen glance up to notice those two sweet adolescent girls watching him intently from the opposing side of his front fence, nought but admiration glistening in their eyes. Never before had a girl, certainly not a pair as pretty as his sudden audience, shown him the slightest element of anything close to admiration before. Yet even more than admiration was adoration. It was clear Lakia and Geneta were feeling an adoring passion toward him. And after swift introduction of names, they instantly addressed what had caught their attention. "You know better how to treat small animals than any other boy I've so far seen in this damn city," Geneta pointed out. Lakia instantly nodded. "I couldn't agree with my friend more, it shocks me they even allow strays to live in this area, walking their paws on the same ground we stroll on." Her last sentence merely being that which would provoke their new acquaintance to show his true colours in the following, beautiful lecture. "I thank them for it," Dondall replied, taking a seat and wiping a few blood splashes from his glasses. "Without animals to kill my life would be deprived of meaning. Without the insignificant species who lack the ability to fight back, I'd have to higher my attempts all the way toward the goal of murdering real humans. And you can't expect to get away with that. Not with all the awful DNA information the cops gain whenever a body turns up. But pets, bah! No one gives a shit about them. It compensates for my lack of girlfriends I guess. My lack of friendship on the whole. Not that I'd in the slightest crave attention from human beings as boring as the masses which plague this Earth." "Would you think us boring?," Geneta inquired sweetly. "Something about the two of you has driven my prick sky-high," the loner admitted, rarely ever impressing any girls with such open talk as that. Yet of course, swimming in the same sea he was, Lakia and Geneta were an entirely different manner. Both felt their crotches instantly dampen with the thought of being penetrated by that shy, loser, nerdy, zoosadist cock. Geneta laughed and went on. "Our killings of animals have probably outdone all of yours together. Would you even dare consider us boring now?" "I certainly would not sweetie," Dondall replied. "Yet I highly doubt either of you could have made a worse death of an animal than what I have. Just what's the worse you have done." "You tell us first," Lakia encouraged. Dondall folded his arms, a crease emerging on his brow. "Well, if it be necessary that you know. I once tied up two animals, a stray cat and a ferrel rabbit. Once they were bound together, I heated up the kettle, gave them both an entire rinse in boiling water. Straight after I rolled them up into a thorn bush then buried them alive. I was more horny than usual on that particular day. I'd been watching porn from morning to afternoon. I could have submitted every single person on Earth to the same fate as those animals. Aside from myself of course and maybe you two." "Now that's hardcore, we're wet just thinking about it, aren't we Lakia?," Geneta giggled, rubbing the front of her skirt and drawing Dondall's wide, excited eyes toward her dampening pleasure area. Lakia nodded. "My panties drip wildly too. But I guess we ought to enlighten him now about what a true extent of cruelty is." "What?," Dondall appeared entirely stunned. "You two have done worse?" "Don't even attempt to suppose we've done less," Geneta replied. She then recounted to him several episodes of the cruelty she'd committed with Lakia, crimes against animals and humans alike being equally mentioned. She didn't hesitate to talk of the death they'd inflicted on that recent delinquent boy either. "There's no way you've killed humans," Dondall stubbornly replied. "I thank you for turning me on so much with your stories. But as soon as you mentioned killing people my cock nearly fell limp. Fantasy just doesn't do it for me. If it were possible to slaughter humans and get away with it, do you not think I'd have emptied the school of every asshole and bitch residing there?" "It's not fantasy buddy, so re-erect your weapon," Geneta giggled, turning to her friend. "Lakia, why don't you tell him the truth." She nodded. "I'm currently adopted by one of the most powerful politicians in America. And regarding crime, you have to look outside of the bullshit the media feeds you. The news will tell you all the time that crime is punished in every sector. But is it truly? It would be impossible to claim such a thing as logical. When a country punishes crime as extensively as does Australia, the UK and the US, the balance between classes must necessarily be upset. You can't have a country with no crime. For to stop crime you must punish it. And when employing law enforcers to punish crime, you give free tickets to the law enforcers and the legislators themselves to commit the crimes they punish whenever they please." "Wherever there's a government, there resides the crime. It can be punished to the ends of the Earth upon the average population. But the politicians and the wealthy, as long as they service society well, can use their leisure however they please, legally or illegally. Examine every President of the United States throughout history. Although it would never be documented, you'd merely have to spend a single day in their life to notice that they'd fuck multitudes of underaged girls and boys with their power. You'd see clearly that their family is merely a cover, something to make them look beautifully moral in the public eye." "Another obvious field where certain evil exists would be the FBI. Every single day they arrest some poor, horny, loser, little creature who tries to cheer himself up after a depressing day by looking at a few naked pics of underaged girls. In short, the viewers of child porn are always arrested. But how often are the creators and the distributors arrested? Rarely. For the majority of distributors would be the FBI themselves. Federal officers can rape kids as they please, brag about their power by uploading their divirginating of victims online. Then get off on the fact that it is their duty to arrest anyone who views their own work. Any government which preaches morals leeches their strength from hypocrisy." "So on that note, the countries which claim morality are the ones where immorality thrives the most. There are things the FBI does to drug addicts and their poverty-stricken children which make Muslim guys hurling acid in the faces of women in my previous country look like casual, warm-hearted wedding gifts. Yet it is because Muslims are currently the enemy of the world, that their crimes are more seen and believed more horrific. Other than the US government and the FBI, the heroes of the world, who know correctly how to hide their more magnificent ill-doings behind the veil of the law and a few good deeds." "In this country I've suddenly escalated to the most comfortable position an immigrant Indian girl can reach. The majority of us are far less fortunate of course. But I am now the step-daughter of an American politician, so I merely have to call upon him and any police inquiries aimed toward me will be swept under the rug right away. I'm also vital to this politician's reputation, for among the few good deeds he veils his bad ones with is the fact that I'm a poor little beneficiary of his hospitality. So if ever he takes it into his head to kick me out of his household for reason of my crimes becoming too numerous or wide-spread, he always has his reputation to consider first. Thus, in this position, few kids in America are more capable of escaping the consequences of murder than I am." Dondall's jaw dropped at the end of his speech. "Fuck, you're more intelligent than any other person I've met in my life. More so than I am. And I thought out of all high school kids in this district, I was the most literate! Yet not just that, but I can also make perfect sense of everything you say. Few people have the courage you have just shown in exposing the ways of this country. And I must warn you that if you continue to do so, you'll soon start to prove a problem for the conservatives, rather than one of their loyal little followers. I can scarcely expect them to appreciate you showing off their secrets like that." "I only do so when one accuses me of lying about the extent of my crimes," Lakia replied with a grin. "I can't for one instant cope with the thought of anyone considering me evil enough to want to kill yet far too chicken to act upon my desires. So I simply had to prove to you that you look upon a true, young murderess, only thirteen years old at that." "I'm beyond impressed with you, and you of course," Dondall added to Geneta. "I'm sure you're of equal accomplishment." "That's certainly true, yet I have the comfort of Lakia's position to thank of course," Geneta replied. Dondall went on. "I would certainly love to share in the advantages of this position you hold Lakia. That is of course, if I've proven myself worthy enough of them." "So you tortured and buried a cat and a rabbit alive," Lakia frowned. "You may have to do a little more convincing." "If you promise me I'll escape the consequences, why don't I show you how far my horniness will take me right now," Dondall offered, leaping over the fence to join them. "Let us enjoy this afternoon together. Never in my life has the company of girls been a luxury of mine. Rarely have I craved the company of anyone to be honest. Yet now, between the two of you, I feel more powered to poke holes in the world with my prick than ever before. All of a sudden I can truly understand all those who say they've been inspired to deeper sin in the presence of females. Let us be off." And so they linked arms and merrily skipped away, almost as if upon the yellow brick road. The atrocities they committed were limited on the part of their latest addition however, for Dondall proved weakness in only penetrating a six year old child they'd tied down, yet neglecting to slice off her head. Thus Lakia had to slit her throat while Geneta tongued the victim, their own handiwork replacing with enough violence that which Dondall was too afraid to invent for the occasion. With her throat slit, the child was bashed during her last moments and fingered deep in the oesophagus by Lakia, who let her fingers drift right into that wound and cause all the more sufferings during the kid's remaining minutes on Earth. At last she died from decapitation by a nearby wood axe, wielded by Geneta as Lakia sodomized her with a tree branch. From the end of the alleyway Dondall had halted and masturbated to the sight, still in a whirlpool of confusion about what his true passions were worth. Did he dare add his DNA to these girls experiments? His courage was confirmed on the morrow however, when his pet great dane was entrusted to his care for the entire week while his parents were out of town. How he despised that dog, instant anger making him certain of his position on life as a sadist. He rang up Lakia who'd given him her number. "Come around? Come around to play with a boy pussy like you? I think not." "Please, I can prove I'm one of you now. Just bring your friend and help me get rid of my damn dog, then I'll do whatever you want," Dondall insisted. And so it was all arranged. The two girls arrived and set into action a scene certain to make the teenage guy discharge. Lakia announced to him while lifting her skirt and shuffling her delicious bronze behind right into his lap. "You're going to fuck me anally while Geneta kills your dog. Just keep away from my cunt. Calrig wants my front cherry preserved. But you will fuck my tight little ass and by fucking God you're going to cum in it! I want you all milked of your sperm before you prove your loyalty to us. To do so, you'll have to kill another human in cold blood." Too infuriated about having to care for the dog he hated to give the least shit about what these girls had in mind, the nerd agreed to everything and finally plunged his hungry, loser teen cock into a tight orifice. How that indian behind hugged his weapon so snugly. He hardly needed to hump before he felt he was on the very edge. Lakia, who'd never had a cock in her ass before, winced, groaned and shuffled about with mild discomfort yet kept these complaints to herself, understanding the pleasure of this boy was worth more than her mild suffering. For, if he was truly a pussy, straight after this occurrence he'd be suffering far more than she ever did when faced with the need to kill or be killed, which was precisely what they had in mind with him. Yet of course, in nearly every case of sodomization as it was in this one, Lakia's pain soon soared into the most delicious pleasure and she felt ready to scream a thousand angry blasphemy's if ever God permitted this boy to withdraw from her tickled rear. Geneta meanwhile, firing up her passions by randomly reaching between Lakia's legs and giving her cunt a few rubs, executed a magnificent scene before the eyes of both the other sadists. First she fed him a specific poison which, in a matter of seconds, had the dog's legs thrashing and his muzzle foaming. Then, during this horrific torment, she jabbed at him with a kitchen knife, knocking out his eyes and slicing off his ears. The dog howled and thrashed, yet of course nothing could reduce that creature's agonies. She added Dondall's favourite method next, throwing several kettle loads of boiling water over the tortured great dane. Nearly all its fur was gone by the time she finished. "Come on now, we're lacking creativity here," Lakia moaned while the cock in her rear continued to thrust more excitedly. She leaned forward, snatched up the knife and sliced open the victim's belly. That dog's intestines soon spilled out upon the living room floor. Dropping the knife which she held in one orgasmically shaking fist, Lakia gestured to Geneta. "Pour some inside." And so she emptied the last kettle within, burning all the creature's organs and placing the dog in the final stages of live destruction. Then, all three of them wielding knives, the cruel teenagers simultaneously stabbed at the creature's chest, precisely around the heart and lungs area. All three discharged during this particular stage, Lakia by far enjoying it most, having her ass filled with Dondall's seed while her knife cut open the dog's lung. Her little cunt was near to bubbling. Geneta was satisfied beyond measure as well. And as for Dondall, never before had a nerd unleashed his semen inside a girl. And thus, never before had a more perfect ecstasy engulfed his life. Not to mention he'd actually let loose his flood inside an orifice belonging to a thirteen year old girl! Alas, in such a moral world, he'd be one of the few of those sexually successful men who could forever brag about blasting inside a child of such a delicious age before it would become out of his legal reach. And as a loner seventeen year old, that particular pleasure always having been his desire, he would never have thought it a possibility that it would be so suddenly granted him. Certainly not since he was just a month away from the age of eighteen, when he knew such natural things would forever be behind him thanks to our wretched unnatural laws. So Dondall was beyond happy at having tasted that joy which he could confirm was indeed the finest, ripest, sweetest, cleanest and perfected sexual pleasure the world could offer. And if not the best, at least among the finest. Too bad however, that despite having the joy of living with that achievement, his life itself would only extend over one more week. One week which would leave him hardly enough time to brag to anyone about that achievement. After cleaning themselves up, he decided to make good on his promise and followed the girls into town where they accosted a pair of victims. Facially covered by craft masks and breaking their legs with baseball bats, they dragged the two down a ravine and beside a lake. The two lone creatures they had captured turned out to be a mother and son pair. The mother was an unfortunate capture, for she was well beyond fifty-five and from a distance, thanks to her shortness, was easily mistaken for a ripe capture. Alas for them, nothing more disgusting or prudish could have been hooked from the streets. The boy however, was a certain magical score. He was only eight and featured as delicately as a girl. Were you to look at this from an anime perspective, he certainly had everything to make him one of those adorable shota traps, were it not for the conventional boy clothes he was clad in. Put him in a skirt however, any heterosexual pedophile would bang him in a second. "Alright, we've scored better before, but this isn't necessarily about sex," Geneta informed Dondall gravely. "It's about you proving your murderous loyalty." "I'm hard again, so I'll make it about sex nonetheless," Dondall announced, tearing down the boy's pants while fondling one of the screaming mother's breasts. "Dammit, I haven't a gay streak in me! But this ass is so fucking adorable. Damn you Nature, you ought to have granted this to a girl." "Hang on," Geneta murmured as she dragged the broken legged boy away. "I'll fix this in no time." Meanwhile, as she went to work, Dondall got in some practice on the mom. Lakia held her head firmly between her knees, pinching at her eyeballs until they were blinded, spitting down her open, screaming mouth and driving twigs up inside her nose. She also buried sticks down each ear hole, bursting both ear drums and forcing that woman deeper into a world of pain. The whole while her breasts were grabbed at and even mauled by the savagely aroused Dondall, who fucked her sagging cunt like a madman. He withdrew at last and turned to face Geneta, who had returned with the son. Geneta was now naked and had dressed the heavily sobbing, broken legged child up in her dress. Nothing of his little mangled legs were to be seen underneath her clothes and his face had been fixed up with mascara and lipstick. Few actual little girls could match this beauty. Geneta ripped up her dress and exposed the tight little ass and encouraged Dondall inside, who hungrily sunk into it ball-deep. He was starting to pant from an approaching ecstasy when Geneta told him to pull out. "You have yet to fuck his cunt," she informed him while turning the child over. Dondall frowned. "What cunt. He doesn't have a cunt." Geneta giggled and ripped the front of her dress down. "He does now." Dondall looked upon her artwork with a mixture of horror and arousal. That savage teen girl had torn off the little boy's penis and balls. In place of them, with a knife, she'd cut a warm, red, moist hole deep into his pelvis. A hole entirely lubricated with his blood which was carved right into his entrails. "Come on Dondall," she encouraged with a snicker. "I know many hetero guys who'd give their right nut to fuck a boy cunt. And even if it's not your thing, there's nothing stopping you from believing this kid is a full little girl now." Dondall groaned with pleasure as he sheathed himself in that bloody crevasse. He leaned forward and kissed the child all over its tear-sodden face, lapping up the lipstick from its lips and even tonguing its mascara-laden eyes. It need hardly be said that the hot wound of those transformed genitals soon claimed every spurt of fuck he had to offer. It all but disappeared into the gushing tunnel dug out for him. "Oh God, so fucking beautiful!," Lakia groaned as she orgasmed around the mother's tongue, who was pleasuring her in the hopes submission would get her and her son out of this pickle. "That's sheer genius Geneta!" "Let me fuck you both," Dondall begged, grabbing ahold of Lakia and pushing inside her rectum again. "I want to be drained of every last drop before I prove to you both my capabilities of murder." He discharged two more times, once in Lakia's ass then in Geneta's, who allowed herself to be partially deflowered by his near-to-limp tool if it was for the sake of him proving his loyalty to murder. Now in complete calm, Dondall approached the two weeping victims in nought but cold blood and initiated the following scene, getting help from the two girls whenever too much heavy lifting made his lone work incapable. He tied the little boy to his mother in the 69 position. Therefore, the crying boy had his face pressed up against his mother's sagging cunt while the seeping hole which remained of his genitals leaked blood over his mother's blind features. Then he had them both dragged up to the bridge overlooking the lake. A rope was tied to both their ankles and laced around the bridge railing. Using it like a pulley, he let the rope slide the tied captives down then bring them back up again. They'd splash into the water, then be retrieved, dropped in again, then retrieved for a second time. He kept this up, keeping them both ever so close to the bliss of drowning before he'd hoist them back out again. Yet finally, this constant privation of air saw to it that at last they were brought out of the water without a speck of life left in their bodies. Then he dropped them in one last time and they vanished forever into the bowels of the lake. The three walked home, Dondall affectionately kissed and touched up by both his new girlfriends. Yet Lakia strolled away with less appreciation for him than did Geneta. After all, she had done worse with her friends. Dondall would easily be the type to brag about what he'd committed tonight forever, never taking the time to invent new things. She was strolling out his front gate when she overheard Geneta whispering to him on the balcony, gently pressing her lips to his. "You've got yourself a girlfriend now. You and I are evil as Hell and shall remain together until Hell itself is where we set up our final residence." Embracing again, the two were near to fucking on that balcony. After masturbating herself free of all lust tainted thoughts which would distract her focus, Lakia lay in bed that night and let her mind dwell intently on Geneta. Her best friend was bitten by the love bug. She and Dondall would soon forget about her, and most importantly about the fact they owed their protection to her. The two would get to become so romantic that they'd reside in a constant state of kissing. This would be sure to get on Lakia's nerves very shortly, since she impatiently craved newer and fresher sadism daily. "I don't have to protect them from the law," she decided before falling off to sleep. "If they get caught, I won't bother Calrig into interfering with the consequences. His only job should be to stand on my side if ever they try to dob me in. Yet thinking about it more clearly, their sadism would go to waste under the close monitoring of a juvenile detention centre. Better that they be dead rather than have all their creativity remain yet with no way to use it. At least dead, their bodies buried, that creativity will be returned to the Earth to be born again in some new sadists for the next generation." Killing them would be her certain plan if they started to disappoint her, which they inevitably did. Just as she predicted, they kissed all day long and only moved a muscle from their constant coitus to mildly kill an insect or two. This laziness was inexcusable. Yet sparing her the trouble, their demise was the result of only their own mistakes. Finally deciding to gain some exercise, the two of them announced to Lakia they were going on a dog hunt at the end of the week. Would she care to join them? Lakia snarled. "I'm up for killing dogs any day. But today I especially need a human victim to go with them. I want to hear the dying screams of people more than anything right now!" Geneta's mild little reply was exhaustive. "Yeah... well... I guess. But killing humans is too messy. Dondall and I just want to have a safe little outing today. We don't want to bother you about needing to protect us from the law." "I'm willing to protect you from the President if you want to kill a human for fuck's sake!," Lakia shrieked. "Just say the word!" "Maybe later," Geneta replied before hanging up. Lakia sighed. "That's the last straw. No friend of mine dare starts to bore me and gets away with it!" She pulled on her jeans, a tank top and clad her delicious feet in a mere pair of sandals. Then straight out of the penthouse she headed, tracking Geneta on her cell phone. Once she caught sight of her and Dondall, she followed them yet kept out of their vision. Thus she witnessed all of the following. The two love birds unleashed a guard dog from out front of a biker gang's house. They muzzled the dumb creature and lead it away to a nearby alleyway. Once there, the dog met with a certain bitter end. And directly over its corpse the two of them stood, embracing and letting tongues fly deep into one another's mouths. There was little left of the dog beneath them yet still enough to be recognized by the sudden swarm of gang members who abruptly intruded on them in the alleyway. One had recently followed them and witnessed their torture, then straight away he'd alerted the others. Ferston, the gang leader, a fat biker around twenty-five approached them with his grizzly features all ablaze with anger. Both the teenager's trembled before his furious glare. "That was my dog you just viciously tortured. My fucking dog! And now, quite frankly, I'm gonna fuck you up worse than your worst damn nightmares. Restrain them!" And the gang went instantly into action. The screams of Dondall and Geneta did little good to save them. Once their arms were restrained and their pants pulled down, the gang members made use of every hole. Geneta's cunt was left in tatters and her ass well used. Dondall, who'd always hated the feeling of even his own pinky inside his ass, was sodomized by an African American's member which was nearly as large as his thigh. Never before had either felt such pain. Once traditional rape was complete, Ferston ordered even worse punishments be bestowed upon them. He passed around the gangs most hideous, close combat weapon. Clubs about as thick as baseball bats and studded with nails. "Right, only fair these things get a turn enjoying those tight little holes." One of these, shoved just once into Geneta's cunt, shredded it beyond repair and her clit fell off. Several thrusts of another destroyed her rectum and left her asshole as a massive, gaping, blood gushing oval. So severely was Dondall then raped by these bats that not only was his rectum torn but the end of one bat emerged through the small of his back. Then as per Ferston's final orders, his balls were clubbed off before they all retreated and left the two teenagers in this horrific state of defeat. The amusing thing was that this certainly wasn't karma. If anything, this was a punishment for virtue. If they had instead gone off with Lakia, they'd have been comfortable murdering and torturing endless animals and humans right now. Yet instead, failing to produce a quality appetite, the two had settled for only one, meager victim. And this was the result of their sudden goodness. Lakia, giggling the whole while as she watched these disasters occur from across the street, eventually strolled down the alley after confirming the bikers were far away. Despite their horrific pain, their endlessly sobbing features lit up a little at the sight of her. "Oh please help us... please!," Geneta begged. "We're sorry," Dondall shrieked in his suddenly high voice. "We should have gone with you!" Lakia giggled, pulling down her jeans with a smirk. "That's okay. In your last moment you two disappointing fuckwits can compensate for your lack of courage." She started to masturbate right in their faces, changing positions from directly opposite Geneta to Dondall, forcing them both to watch her fingers comfortably tickling and sliding in her cunt. "Oooh yes!," she groaned. "Both your cries make me feel so good. Tongue me. Tongue me and maybe I'll save you." Both Dondall and Geneta forced their tongues to slide up inside Lakia's orifice and to pleasure her to the best of their abilities. She discharged down both their helpless gullets, then stepped away with the sweetest laughter. "Oh you fucking idiots! As if I'd ever help you out. Don't you both know me better by now?" "You traitorous bitch!," Geneta screamed through her sobs. "Karma will get you one day too!" "Oh you ignorant, brainless slab of trash," Lakia snickered, kissing her one final time on the forehead. "This wasn't karma. You have only your lack of courage in evil to blame for this. Either be evil as often as possible, or avoid being evil at all! And the most important lesson of all is to never allow yourself a good deed. Who knows to what extent stretch the abundance of innocent lives you've saved today by refusing to join me and instead limiting yourself to your love making yet again! However don't worry about me. After seeing what consequences befall those who fail to take evil all the way, I shall spend the rest of my days committing it to the fullest. Starting now." And snatching up one of those clubs the gang had left behind, she smashed both their jaws open with it. Then forced them each to deep throat the bat, successfully tearing both their throats from the inside. As blood spurted from their necks and they writhed under all their agony, Lakia turned and skipped away from them. They both got one last view of her sexy little rear departing the alleyway as she left them to bleed out. The biker gang returned to the crime scene later and cleared away the bodies. Not knowing who had finished them off and not caring in the least, Ferston simply made sure nothing of the crime they'd initiated remained. Therefore, all evidence was also cleared up regarding she who had finished it. Lakia's life remained just as glorious those following months as it were prior to the disposing of those two particular acquaintances. If anything, her enjoyments doubled, now knowing she was three delicious, naughty things. A sadist, a slut and a traitor! Those titles warmed her naughty little spirit and made every discharge more pleasurable than its predecessor. Then at last the night came for her cuntward deflowering. Calrig dined with her and swiftly sent Resmor off to her room. Then spoke of this important matter without hesitation. "You'll forgive me sweetie, but as your stepfather I've done what I think is right for both of us. It's always an honor for a father to see his daughter become a big girl, and it is no less an honor for me to see it become of you as well. For when I hear about your crimes, my love for you is only growing. And I'm ready enough to name you my daughter. I sometimes wish you actually were my blood daughter." "But anyway, back on topic, I've sold your maidenhead to a multi-millionaire from Britain. He'll be arriving here in an hour. He has numerous fetishes you'll have to satisfy before he actually takes that adorable little hymen of yours that I so wish I could have the honor of stealing. I assume you'll be prepared." "Ready for anything as always," Lakia smiled. "And think not of the hymen being of any importance. It's value is only an illusion of fools. Money is what's important. And this cunt of mine will accommodate your cock on every other occasion after tonight whenever it is desired. Think of it only as gain, no loss." "Yes, indeed you're right Lakia. I'm a smart man who goes about business in a smart way. I won't allow the pleasure of one thrust which steals a hymen to blind me," Calrig went on, seeming quite distracted by thoughts of ramming himself home inside the beautiful young teen dining across from him. "Desreff owns a fountain of wealth. He could own a quarter of the White House if he wanted. He's willing to pay five hundred thousand alone just for this single night's pleasures with you. He saw you in my advertisement for sponsoring children overseas. Immediately he set eyes on your delicate body in the photo, he swore he'd sooner see the world burn than miss the opportunity to steal your innocence. Yet I somehow feel your maidenhead is the only segment of innocence left on your body. You can be truthful with me now Lakia. I was in a rough mood when we recently spoke regarding your sapphic matters. I really have no problem with you playing around with other girls." Guessing that his nerdy cock couldn't have stretched her ass to a state of it being noticeable, Lakia comfortably lied about having been asswardly deflowered by Dondall. Yet she admitted to all she did with Geneta, even to the point of admitting having killed her. Calrig chuckled. "Oh your stories have me nice and erect. There's nothing I love more than hearing of young girls assumed to be innocent indulging in crimes of such magnitude. If ever I hear the police have discovered any of your victims, I'll have them planted in some jobless loser's backyard. You never have to fear jail for a single second beneath my roof. Just keep up your crimes and my fondness for you will never die. And if you please Desreff well enough tonight, I'll leave it up to you who will steal your ass virginity." Lakia smiled and held his old hand in her young, hot paws. "I wish it to be you father." "Oh you dirty little slut! I swear to God I would now give the world for you to be my real daughter!," he took her upon his lap and kissed her, sucking her tongue until at last Desreff arrived. Having been informed prior to the encounter how to satisfy this old gentlemen, she did so to the finest extent. She stood in a small yellow dress and sandals in the room's centre. On all fours, the politician crawled up to her, bent before her and planted several kisses all over her feet. These soon changed to licks. Soon he took off both her sandals and masturbated his flaccid cock several times inside the straps. It took on a new vigor and stood right up. Done with her feet, he suckled her knees next. Then his head disappeared beneath her dress and he simply inhaled the aroma of her ripe cunt for several hours. Emerging completely dizzy with arousal, he ordered her to rip off her dress. Once this was done, he placed his cock on her chest and had it rubbed between those tiny breasts. If you could call them breasts. She was still as flat as a child's chest in front. Despite the slight pain it caused her, she let him grab, move, push and elevate her chest mounds a little so they wrapped about his cock as best they could. They scarcely grasped half the circumference of this rather small prick. After attempts to fuck this flat chest which only irritated him further, he poked his cock into her belly button and rubbed the head there for a whole minute. He'd then stop, bend forward and lick his sperm out from her belly button, stand erect again and return the head of his prick to her navel, rub for another minute, lick out what he'd deposited, repeat the process. Finally all this foreplay put him in the state for some more serious stuff. "My ejaculation only occurs under brutal circumstances," he informed her while encouraging her to drop to her knees before him. "Slap it around. Punch my balls a little." She did this until the weapon before her was well risen and purple. Then he snatched her up and ordered her stand on tiptoes. While she did so, he ducked forward and scooped her up on his cock, sliding it to the very hilt as she continued to follow instructions, wrapping her legs around his waist and crossing her ankles to lock herself in this position. He then did all the work holding her up so she could relax in his arms. Speared on his cock, he carried her halfway across the room to a sofa beside the largest glass window overlooking the city. Onto this soft bed he laid her down and with a few more gentle thrusts, tore away the last of her hymen. Then he pulled out and collapsed upon his back with his still stiff prick in the air. "Girl always goes on top when my prick is milked," he announced to her with a wicked grin. "I never do missionary. It's too closely acquainted with Christian morals. The girl must take my seed from above." Sharing his grin, Lakia straddled him while he reclined on the sofa, gently rocked her hips around and bobbed up and down for a few seconds when she heard the politician utter a violent shriek. Simultaneous to this, she felt her freshly violated cunt obtain a few hot jets from the tool it encased. When finally he emerged from the joyous sea of pleasure he was cast into, Desreff announced to her. "I don't regret a penny of the money I spent for you my dear little Indian angel. If old men like me wish to be happy, they must forget about money in their final days and sacrifice it all to spend their time in the company of young girls such as yourself. I got diagnosed with brain cancer a week ago. It was your photo which cheered me up. I would have forfeited my every cent for you. Oh how I wish you were my bride." Lakia briefly wondered if she was about to get sold to this man. If Calrig continued to be logical he would indeed sell her. A man like Desreff would clearly throw away his fortune for her company. Yet these events were deeply feared by Lakia. For in such an arrangement, she'd lose all her money and have to satisfy some dying old, poor libertine for his final days. Instantly she dashed over to Calrig and whispered desperately in his ear. "I'm now giving you my ass virginity with a condition. And that is if you don't sell me to this old fool." "Relax Lakia," he whispered back. "I have no such intention. I'll steal the doomed old idiot's fortune by selling him another fresh virgin. But I'd never forfeit you, not after all those crimes you admitted to me earlier. You're a rare, precious life form who I'm intent to fuck before the night is out at no matter what financial expense." Yet things all turned out to nought but financial gain for Calrig. As for Desreff, only during a supper conversation with Calrig did he divulge that his brain cancer had resulted in him leaving the political force in Britain. So suddenly he was of no value to the conservative population. Merely a retired old rich bastard. Making a few phone calls to British government, Calrig received full permission from them to do away with him however he pleased, provided he split the idiot's loot with them. Calrig came out more victorious than ever and ended the night by taking Lakia into the master bedroom with him. In no time her legs were over his shoulders and he was dipping deep into her anus, groaning with pleasure yet also grunting with frustration. "Dammit, I could have had your maidenhead after all." Lakia just giggled. "Do remember honey, Marquis de Sade always declared the ass is worth a million times more gold than any cunt." "I can't help but agree with him all of a sudden," Calrig declared as he discharged in Lakia's bowels.