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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.