<!--ADULTSONLY--> This story is fictional. Chapter 6 Lakia's life was on a steady increase in terms of joy and comfort, there was not the slightest doubt of that. Calrig's income raised her upon a pedestal she thought beyond her step once. Yet now, Lakia was powerful enough to even dispose of anyone she disliked within her own school yard, and not a single speck of suspicion would be aimed her way. How indeed her cunt watered afresh when thinking of such beautiful opportunities laid out before her. She was now, at least she liked to believe the quantity of her body count was worthy of this title, a full accomplished serial killer. And if she didn't earn such a mark yet, she'd gain it with her upcoming atrocities. Her next move in resuming cruelty was a simple day trip she took with Calinile and Risilina, a whole month after her virginity was sold. Such a delicious event rugged their sadistic hearts in familiar warmth upon this occasion. The occurrence is amusing enough to warrant description. Calinile abruptly halted her proud stroll and signalled to Lakia and her sister, guiding them within an alleyway of which, stationed at its rear with a bin to his spine, a young boy was believed to be concealed from view. Taking a closer look, they unveiled the fact he was hovering over a Playboy magazine, his cock staring directly out and through his parted fly. Poor thing, around only the age of ten, was trying to experience his first jerk-off outdoors. Such a bad place to be playing with such things as he soon learned. Calinile nodded to her friends who stepped away cautiously. Lakia passed a switchblade to Risilina, the weakest of the pack requiring it. Then, just as she sensed the child was about to pull out his first stream of joy from his painfully tugged cock, Calinile leapt upon him. She simply jumped out right in front of him and buried her face in his bare crotch. In no time she felt the minor weight of his boyish testicles in her mouth and bit down on the cords, tearing away with them. The screaming eunuch then had his head seized by Lakia who cupped his mouth. Leaning directly into his sight of vision, Lakia tore into his face just as viciously with her teeth, coming away with one of his eyeballs within her mouth. Then at last Risilina poked out the other eye and dug the switchblade deep enough to cause death as it lodged in his brain. As a team, the trio frigged themselves over the damaged, nude corpse, then moved on. Not once had he even experienced the wonder of an orgasm. Poor, innocent little soul. That evening more captivating events occurred. Calrig, away yet again upon a business flight, called Lakia to inform her of a matter which instantly caused her eyes to widen and her cunt to drip. "Oh, you can't be serious," our sweetest of sweetest heroines murmured. "Never been more," Calrig replied. "Hollywood is coming to town. Deliana will be entertaining several guests from that particular field of American wealth. She is going to hold a party which will frig you empty my darling stepdaughter. Just wait until you set eyes upon the beauty some of our fame and fortune has over here. And I can assure you right away, all of Deliana's Hollywood accomplices are just as enthusiastic a zoosadist as you. Go to them now Lakia, they are expecting you before twelve midnight. As for me, I shall not see you until..." Before she could get a precise time the plane interfered with his flight mode and the phone cut out. Tossing it aside and not caring if it shattered, Lakia pulled on absolutely everything that was in reach, called Celita and within the blink of an eye the two of them had arrived for the night of action. Surprising to Lakia however, was the strange look of concern which crossed Deliana's features when she set eyes on Celita. In a few seconds she had drawn Lakia aside to explain. "Hey listen, my uncle didn't tell you to invite her." "I assumed you wanted her here." "Well yes I did," Deliana suddenly smirked, her eyes coming alive with an evil Lakia could instantly relate to. "Yet not exactly for the purpose of sharing our fine company." "Bitch!," Lakia giggled loudly, quickly stifling her voice. "After all you two have been through, you're actually going to make Celita the victim tonight. How can I for one instant believe this?" "It is quite believable when you set eyes on the Hollywood girls my dear Lakia. I'd sacrifice even you for the sake of spending a night frigging with them. You're just lucky they preferred meeting you and on the other hand, chose to dispose of Celita instead. You could have just as easily ended up the unfortunate tonight." "Good thing I'm not, when will it happen?," Lakia instantly asked, her eyes blazing with excitement. Deliana laughed softly and sent a cancelling text message upon her cell phone. "I actually just sent someone to go pick her up... forcefully. Good thing you brought her instead. Yet she's certain to start suspecting things." "What have you got in mind?" "You should just watch Lakia," Deliana turned with a triumphant giggle and strolled toward the glorious back hallway. Lakia did not hesitate to follow her. Their pathway soon opened up on a majestic dining room, set just correctly for the lubricious pleasures one expected to find in this night. They were set out in spotless quality, from one end to the other, one pleasure here and even more pleasures over there. While the banquet was sure to be grand, when we mention pleasures however we are referring to the servants rather than the food. The servants were all female children, no older than the age of seven and dressed in splendid, two-piece clothing, topped off with make-up. Courtesy of the work of those child pageant designers. Every girl held a tray in her hands, a partial segment of the banquet residing on it. One held the entrees, five others the main course, another six had various desserts, treats and snacks. Whenever you called a child over, she'd obediently bring you your dinner with whatever topping. Lakia learned that by certain hand movements, you could instruct your young waitress what you wanted. She watched Deliana first, who indicated that she wanted a chocolate bar. The child offered it to her after having lain it on the ground between her feet and pissed upon it. Now running with urine, Deliana ate the whole thing down, grinning mischievously at Lakia. "Learn to know your toppings. Whatever they be, these girls will give it to you." Lakia selected the prettiest of the lot and had the child spit upon her meal several times before she consumed it. Straight after she fell to vigorously kissing the creature. It was only after these preliminaries that her focus landed upon the celebs, who had been using the other children in a manner very similar. The first she met was the fantastic Ariana Grande, whose description is beyond my ability to paint for you. Ariana had just finished a mud cake topped off with a servant's vaginal juices. She tossed half of it away to embrace Lakia, kissing her like a maniac. Lakia would forever remember this moment, those sweet raspberry kisses so many boys would sacrifice a nut for. Eventually Ariana drew away and examined her from a more personal space satisfying distance, grasping her by the shoulder's and breathing her sweet scent into our darling's face, all of which she inhaled most hungrily. Lakia, before answering any of her questions, simply had to rub her face upon the small breasted chest of this perfect celebrity. "You must be Lakia," Ariana greeted her with a proud giggle. "You of course know me. I'm here to enjoy my favourite hobbies with Deliana. Not often I get a time or place to act them out as freely as I do right here, in my best friend's mansion." "What be your hobbies?," Lakia simply had to ask. Not surprisingly, our Ariana was an accomplished zoosadist who carried her crimes to the very hilt when enveloped in the safety of Deliana's premises. There was nothing she enjoyed greater than reducing animals, mostly dogs and cats, to shredded ruins under her blade-enforced high heel shoes. Often times the animals were previously selected by her on a visit, and always the one's with families were her main choice. Or rather, one's with owners who looked like they'd miss them the most thoroughly. "I have the highest animal slaughter body count than any other celeb," Ariana proudly gloated then blushed. "Oh well, I guess apart from Ellen Page that is, who has completely lost count altogether." "We're roughly the same, I can assure you of that," the gorgeous Ellen Page announced, stepping up to meet Lakia. Or rather kneeling down to place devoted kisses upon her pussy. "Mmmm," she groaned, her dark, sadistic eyes rolling far back in her head with the delirium of cunt aroma. "Deliana told me a fuck of a lot about you." It was Lakia's turn to blush, although of course her tone of skin helped veil it. "I must say Ellen, my desire to taste your pussy nearly equals my cravings for Ariana's." "We'll let you have both," Ellen giggled, stripping free of the fur coat she veiled a two piece bikini with. Ariana also tore free of her dark blue dress and stepped from her high heels. Both naked celebs then fell upon Lakia, positioning her over the dining table so their activity was tickled, smudged and wetted by the food the cooks had gone to the trouble to prepare. Lakia ended up using the fudge cake as a pillow while the two celebs dug into her. She tilted her head back, sighed and waited for that delicious cunt of Ariana's to be positioned over her visage. When it finally was, instantly our heroine started sucking, while she herself was sucked to the very limit by the tongue work of Ellen Page. Several more scenes followed, one character taking the place another had occupied earlier. And to egg them on during the whole performance, Deliana would rub her hands in the freshly cooked chicken then provide their bare flesh with a grease massage. The girls all got to their feet once this was over and exchanged a few more kisses before settling down to the banquet, ordering the first course their love-making had ruined be replaced by a second. "Do tell me all about Hollywood," Lakia begged, thus initiating the following from Ariana. "Celebs like us lead the pack, that's why we were the first to arrive here tonight. Others will come shortly, yet no one you should really care about more than us. We go by a certain status in Hollywood. Right now Ellen and I have climbed atop that status while the girls with romance issues, Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez to name a few, have slid down in rank. However, keeping your position perfect takes quite a lot of work. You require both a beautiful, constant self-love, as well as the spite for other celebs and not at any time can you have mercy for anyone. Thus no conscience, thus, you have only the most cruel, vicious, murderous, zoosadistic killers sitting here before you. Ellen Page and I are far more advanced in that field than anyone else possessing fame could hope to walk. Our pretty feet have made that evil journey alongside our carefully stepped career." "So yes, and don't bother questioning it. Yes, the two of us have indeed killed more than animals. Animals are just our preference for safety when within the closely monitored Hollywood, since they're easy to dispose of. The two of us have learned that as long as Pink doesn't catch you in the act, then you're good to go. Anyway, our social and celebrity status constantly depends on us not getting caught. Which is why we always come out here, where our special, devoted Deliana always gives us every means to blow off steam we require. Even in human form!" "Quite right," Deliana replied, passing a sneaky little look toward Celita who'd only joined them at the table just then. "Why don't we demonstrate that now?" "Not the main course," Ariana warned firmly as she noticed Lakia was about ready to reach over and fling her prior acquaintance onto the table. "Smart girls always start with appetisers. It's a good dieting skill." Ellen Page snickered. "Yeah right. Well who shall we have prepared as our appetiser?" Ariana seized a tiny brunette servant, the same one who'd recently smeared her cum topping upon her cake serving. Clearly she'd taken a liking to the child as had all the other females present. Which is why she was just as eager as the rest of them to make a perfect victim from her. Screaming, the child was shackled to the table, her legs spread and her little bare cunt quivering before the instruments readied to penetrate it. Every girl at the table took her turn jabbing a fork or a spoon into her front orifice, continuing until her vagina was shredded and every piece of cutlery drenched in blood. Whereupon Ellen held her glass to the leaking genitals and filled it with the red liquid which flowed from it. "I'm somewhat of a vampire," she giggled, drinking only a little bit of the mixture so she could spit it out into the girl's eyes. "Oh fucking God," Ariana shrieked, fitting her shoes on. "I'm fucking dripping again. Stiletto time!" She got up upon the table and walked all over the victim, her sharp stiletto heels piercing the child in a million tender places until at last she felt a rib crunch and a choking, whistling sound from a deflated lung. They all sat back down and resumed dining while the child perished, every evil female there splattered with the blood of their torturous artwork. As the meal resumed, Ariana and Ellen, who were both fond of foot rubs, employed the remaining little girls to crawl beneath the table to massage their perfect bare soles. Not to mention kiss and tongue between their every nail painted toe. They playfully (and sometimes viciously) kicked at them while they did so. And since they all wanted to live, no child dared retaliate. They simply went on working their soothing devotion. Lakia, Celita and Deliana on the other hand, craving devoted attention as well while they talked, called for some of the male servants. While Celita and Lakia had their man frig their cunts, Deliana had become so horny she had hers sit upon her chair then settled down atop him, sliding his prick inside her and talking casually with it lodged in her wet entrance. "Most unsolved Hollywood murders have been committed by the two of us," Ariana managed yet was soon so enveloped in the pleasure of her foot massage that she fell to mere murmuring. Ellen took up the thread. "Only last week we were involved in an immense horror which will certainly interest you. To raise its image a little, a whole troop of actors and actresses decided to pay their full wages to a cancer kids charity for a week. Ariana and I, knowing the money could go to much better use on reinforced stiletto blades, diverted the cash into our own bank accounts instantly. Then destroyed all who would announce they hadn't received their promised cash. A rather simple errand was carried out to accomplish this, which was the complete destruction of the children's hospital. Ariana and I burned it to the ground, then frigged ourselves while watching the wreckage from our skyscraper window." "Oh fuck!," Ariana screamed, suddenly horny to the max again. "I need frigged so badly. That memory drives me wild every time I reflect on it but for a second!" Savagely ordering the kids into position, she had two continue rubbing and licking her feet while a third licked her cunt, a fourth her asshole. Ellen Page jumped upon the table and collapsed over the corpse they recently killed, demanding she be finger-fucked on top of it. Two little girls also saw to that accomplishment and she discharged rivers onto the corpse's stiletto wounds. As you can imagine while this occurred, Deliana had herself thoroughly fucked by the man she sat upon while Lakia and Celita were frigged tenfold. "Oh I just love a lubricious dinner!," Ariana declared as they started to gather their wits yet again. "One minute we're talking dirty, next minute we're committing the filthy! I wish I could spend my life doing nought but attending your banquets Deliana." "I'm deeply touched by that confession honey," Deliana laughed. "Yet no need to act as if it's over just yet. We'll sacrifice one more victim before the night is out." And of course all present apart from Celita knew perfectly well who that victim was. Just prior to the arrival of the other guests, Lakia questioned the curious fact that so far she'd only seen these two most valuable celebs in action with females. "Have the two of you ever been fucked?" "We're not virgins, we'll assure you of that," Ariana giggled. "Yet our preference being more thoroughly for lesbian sex, we always have those as the delicious preliminaries. Then when we're too drunk on lust to care, we start taking cocks in every single hole. All us perfect females know the only true perfection in life can come from whoring. Why, even the most devoted feminist knows that at heart. And we all commit such wonderful acts all the better when in such quality company as we have here." Ellen was agreeing with her just as the final troop of actresses strolled in. Yet as it is only the two we have already mentioned who played significant roles, we'll skip disclosing the private secrets of the others who attended this party and get right on with the atrocity they were awaiting to have enacted. The whole room fell silent as they waited for Deliana to break the ice. And she did so with the help of Lakia, each of them grabbing one of Celita's arms and pinning them down. Instantly the sadist started screaming and kicking, yet once on the floor she was both beyond hope and immersed in horror, for she knew now her death had been pre-decided and that there was certainly no escaping it. And not to mention after having invented the most original horrors with Deliana over the years, the poor little thing knew she was in for something terrifically destructive. "Let's strip her and enjoy her first," Ellen insisting, cunt sucking her once all of Celita's clothes had been stripped off. Ariana got down behind her and delve her tongue into the victim's ass while Deliana bound her with rope. Lakia climbed aboard the table and lie down upon her back, soon having the bound and crying Celita land on top of her. She frigged and tongued the victim while Deliana got astride her rear and started viciously reefing her up by the hair. This exposed her to the rest of the crowd, all of them who spat, slapped and punched her while her face was wide open. Then all made room for Ellen Page who, armed with a whip, lashed all the pretty flesh from Celita's face. There was nothing but gore left of her features once she was done, and she was left upon the table while Ellen lashed her buttocks to ribbons as well. The wounded girl was hurled to the floor where she was then stomped, kicked and jumped on. Mostly by Ariana that was, who injected her stiletto blades all over the less vital parts of her body. So savagely aroused was she that she ended up plunging her heel blade right through her anus and lacerating her rectum. As you can imagine, she had the little girls frig and tongue her during this experience. It even ended with her being embuggered by one of Deliana's lucky man servants. Afterward Celita was dragged by the previously instructed servants toward the disastrous machine which would end her life. Once strapped in it, Lakia wasn't sure whether it was piss or cum she wet herself with when she realised precisely what this device would do. It had her arms secured by ropes to the celling. As two servants yanked upon the ropes, being encouraged to do so by the nearby little girls who were frigging their cocks, they lifted Celita right off the ground, her feet several miles from it. Then the base of the machine, a basic drain, opened right up to reveal a trap laid directly beneath her. She was thus suspended by her arms above a hole in the ground. And from that hole emerged a green snout, tipped off by two glowing eyes near to red with their predatory instinct. Yes indeed, after ensuring the machine itself was fenced in, a large crocodile departed the trap in the floor where it was kept captive and started circling the dangling victim, snapping its jaws wildly. Deliana had ensured it was without proper nourishment for nearly a month. Celita's initial horrified scream caused instant wetness on Ariana's part and she called for a whip. Lakia watched that pleasant celebrity girl go to work on the animal, lashing the crocodile firmly from the safe side of the fence and putting it into a more irritated mood. "Get ready to swallow the bitch whole!," Ariana ordered, her legs still dripping as she ordered a more vulnerable animal to then take her attacks. A great dane was brought out and chained before the crowd. Ariana slowly whipped the creature to death while her ass was licked and tongued by a servant. She watched the sacrifice the whole while she killed the animal slowly. Simultaneous to this as well, she had a male servant quite willingly kneel before her and lay abundant kisses and licks to her faultless feet. Deliana was fucked cuntwardly and anally, watching it from that position while Lakia and Ellen also had both their orifices tongued. Every evil girl was soon streaming with fuck while the one dangling by her arms was pleading to be let go. Ariana soon lost patience for the show however after the great dane had died. She stabbed it a few times with her stiletto shoe and when she confirmed there was no more fun to be got from it, she rounded upon Deliana. "Come on, unleash the more painful parts to your design." Deliana nodded and signalled, whereupon the machine was set into full action. A metallic ring, waist accommodating in size, was fixed just beneath where Celita's toes dangled and just beyond the snout of the crocodile. The ring on the interior was studded with the sharpest, flesh-tearing spikes. Through this ring the ropes binding her wrists lowered her. Screaming, she slid through it and was lacerated up the thighs and over the belly. The crocodile raised its snout and chomped upon one leg, breaking it off at the knee. As it downed it, Celita was raised by her arms again, lowered through the ring a second time. The crocodile resumed this feast once it had completed the first portion. It reared up and chewed free her second leg, resuming to down its meal who, thrashing about in the ring, was continually lacerated on the torso as well. With her face frozen in a mere snapshot of the horrific agonies endured, the crocodile reached the waist segment of its meal and by then Celita had died. Lowered through the ring, the upper torso flopped through and made a hearty meal for the creature, who wouldn't be fed for some time longer. Deliana learned it was vital to have this creature fed rarely and to build its appetite for human flesh above everything else. If ever there was an animal this evil little zoosadist found worthwhile, it would certainly be her fine capture here. A brilliant extension to her torture device. Those watching the scene were all dripping with arousal as you can quite expect. And from then on, an orgy commenced. The manner in which all the stars and servants executed this event with Deliana and Lakia deserves some description before we finally move on to other matters. Ariana, drunken half out of her mind on all the lubricious activities, reclined upon the bare dining table again and ordered the rest of the troop entertain her. She spread her thighs and in less time than a split second, Ellen had her head between them and was gently cunt sucking. Lending her mouth to Lakia, Ariana let her tongue thrive in our heroine's cunt. Deliana stood astride Ariana, presenting her cunt to be kissed and licked by Lakia. Doing likewise to her ass was a male servant, kneeling just prior to her over Ariana. While he was worshipping Deliana's behind, Ellen would now and then slap at his balls or take a brief halt from licking Ariana in order to deliver them a nice little nip, since she wasn't a huge fan of having those things dangle in her face. Nevertheless, they discharged as a group, all save the male servant. For amusement he was chained up and whipped by all the celebs then castrated straight after. His testicles became flavour enhancers for their refreshments, Ellen and Deliana both demanding one. Then a last scene of flagellation was celebrated. Only our heroines took roles as the victims. Together they embraced and cuddled one another on the table, kissing mouths, cunts and asses wherever they cared to be presented or offered. As they exchanged endless postures with one another, Ariana, Deliana, Ellen and Lakia all mixed up in the design, a whole troop of the little girl servants surrounded them with whips. The children gave them casual, lenient lashes throughout this whole ceremony, simply adding spice to their every leakage. And thus at last we conclude these spectacular orgies and the two main performers of Hollywood announced their goodbyes to the household. "We shall not visit again for some time, yet I do invite you to join Ellen and I, Lakia," were Ariana's final words to our heroine. She spoke them warmly and with all the sincerity in the world, spawned by the close, affectionate attachment she'd conjured while in company with this like mind. "I don't wish to part with someone so in tune with my abilities and beliefs as you. Travel with us to Hollywood and we'll unveil a whole new range of beautiful sadistic artwork and, wherever possible, much riper victims. Think about it, any of those pretty child stars from our American films you've ever wished to prey upon, any of them whatsoever, should be in our power to slowly work towards adopting for our pleasure. Name any and we shall hurt her or his career with an unfortunate accident." "Oh I would love very much to join you in your celebrity adventures," Lakia began, yet the answer to this expected offering having been conjured long before. "Yet in spite of how tempting it is to pleasure myself with you fine young ladies forever, my taste for victims is too constant to be possible to restrain as often as you both undoubtedly have to. Where I am right now, my stepfather can fetch me anyone I want straight off the street. And unless I were to find a child star who utterly stole my breath from me, I'm afraid the benefits of hunting frequently among the common population will always outweigh that rare chance of infrequent selection among the famous and beautiful." "It is quite an unusual thing to ever escape my lips, but I can certainly admit something to you Lakia. And that is envy," Ariana explained. "While obtaining wealth is fantastic, wealth means nothing if you lack in power. Now while I attempt to gain power enough to continue in my schemes, I have also one of the greatest disadvantages to befall rich people. And that most certainly is fame. Fame will slow down the progress of anyone's enjoyment. So my dear Lakia, promise me one thing. Continue to hunt your little heart out on the sadistic course and never, by God's fucking oath, EVER let fame intrude in your life. It's certainly not worth a speck of all the work one must put into keeping one's image pure before the constantly searching public eye." Lakia and Ariana shared one last hug and kiss before at last the celebrity departed and to the greatest misfortune, our heroine would never glimpse her again. Chapter 7 A month passed, Lakia's fourteenth birthday on the horizon. She spent the present time visiting Risilina and Calinile, those two most worthy of her friends she felt less likely to feel the urge of betrayal toward. Recently, an impossible longing to throttle every segment of friendship she'd ever built had been spawned in her. Betraying Celita to that most horrific death had planted that lust for traitorous crimes inside her. Yet she discovered there was little else to truly betray. She'd been too impressed with the halfway conversion to evil she'd accomplished with Juline and Eva to ever interfere with their interesting futures. And of course Deliana was certainly off limits being both Calrig's niece and her richest friend. Calinile and Risilina of course, while they made easy prey however, were simply too alike to her own spirit for her to ever feel pleasured in walking out on them. Risilina and her animal killings were still impressing Lakia immensely. So much so that she had herself invited to a birthday party of one of her friends. There, in the midst of eleven to twelve year olds, delicious sadistic nymphets the lot, Lakia indulged in zoosadism on a whole new level. What she thought had become tiresome abruptly escalated near to the height of human murder. A captivating friend of the young Risilina, an eleven year old with the most enhanced lily-white skin, the freshest mouth and the smoothest flow of dark hair dangling to the rear of her waist, went by the name of Sidresa. Lakia embraced her, tongued her in full sapphic fashion, taking her aside and teaching her all the mechanics of frigging others as well as she did herself. Then, as one, they dispatched a dog together. Lakia did the limb crushing while Sidresa poked free its eyes and sliced off its ears. Yet new pleasures in this field, ones un-recounted so far, were then displayed before Lakia's eyes. Risilina and Sidresa took main roles in these events. Those two kids hoisted a light labrodor puppy up to the celling with a chain around his neck. Once hanging and choking, the two girls grabbed ahold of sharpened butcher knives. They cut around a million gashes into him, then released him in this condition in a yard several doors down. He tore apart every feline and ferret that animal family owned before finally bleeding out in agony. A captured pitbull was the next victim. His paws were tied firmly to a stone slab to keep him from moving. An uncovered fan was then placed between his back legs and underneath his crotch, slowly battering and tearing asunder his genitals. In response to his yelps, Sidresa merely lashed his face with a martinet until his features were ruined to blindness and insanity. He finally died when Risilina impaled him deep through the anus with a broom. "Wow, I see since I introduced you to animal torture that you've become quite its advocate and committer," Lakia kissed Risilina gently who nodded eagerly. "My friends have been doing it for longer than they cared to let me know. You were the first person who made me confess my zoosadistic streak to them. Then Sidresa unveiled all these animal captures her father makes simply for his daughter's pleasure." "Then Sidresa," Lakia had addressed her acquaintance with even more thorough kisses, placed even more eagerly upon the areas of the young girl's pale body she found most appealing, such as her feet, ass and cunt. "My sweet, sweet little dog killer, you have thousandfold the intellect I'd expect in young girls of your age." Blushing, Sidresa returned a kiss straight to her mouth and thanked her for such compliments. Then, of highest possible compliment to her intellect indeed, the following masterpiece in this current sexual field was unveiled. Two giant horizontal cylinders of steel, armed along the exterior with metal spikes at every point, rotated above one another. There was an interval between them just large enough to keep a creature free from touching those metal spikes. It was here the kelpie stood, its paws supported on tall blocks which had it struggling to stay put. Even narrow minded creatures could tell slipping or moving would get him stabbed or lacerated. Especially as those cylinders began to swiftly rotate into turning blurs of sharp spikes spinning above and below him. The dog was then tormented at both ends by the two main little performers. Sidresa inflicted the rear punishment on this victim. She snatched up his tail and began slowly sawing through it with a blade, causing the creature to whine hideously and feel urged to flee forward. Yet in front of him stood Risilina, who tormented him in two ways. The first was that she had a live cat dangling by its neck just before his features. Furiously, the feline was lashing out with its claws and tearing at his eyes and nose. Then just beneath the cat, Risilina's arm would dash in and out armed with a knife, stabbing at his head whenever he attempted to lower it beneath the cat's furious, random attacks. Too terrified to move forward and especially too pained to move back, one would think side-ways would be an option. Yet not only did those spinning cylinders extend out to a good length either side, but the rest of the girls at the party were armed with sharpened pitch forks, jabbing straight at his ribs. Finally his eyes were torn out in front and he tried backing away. By now Sidresa had sliced off his tail yet immediately invented a new torment. She started sawing through the bones of his back legs which made him move forward again. Then just before she could cut too deep, she started simply sawing at his genitals. Blinded in front, tortured on the cock at the rear and stabbed viciously on either side, the pained animal simply struggled to stay as still as possible on the blocks and beg for death to be kindly dealt him soon. Yet that was when the final mechanism was put into action. The two spiked, swiftly turning cylinders started to compress together, the lower raising and the higher lowering. Spinning at that horrific speed, they at last began to tear into the victim standing between. Flesh was simultaneously ripped from his upper and lower body, flinging fur, bones and organs about in a beautiful blood storm. All his eleven and twelve year old female tormentors were playfully sprayed in his blizzard of animal blood. Not one of them, not even Sidresa or Risilina who personally manned the tortures, failed to be frigging contently with at least one hand. Every delicious, zoosadistic nymphet proceeded into a perfect orgy straight after. Lakia delve into it, sucking whatever adorable, pubescent cunt was offered and having her own teen one driven mad by tongues at the same time. She most of all enjoyed the following display. She was on all fours. A girl lay between her legs, sucking at her cunt. Two others were kneeling on either side of her, kissing above her and reaching under her body with one hand to frig each other. The spare hands massaged her developing breasts. A third nymphet stood right in front of her and Lakia worshipped the little blonde sadist from the feet to the cunt. And with both her own hands, Lakia reached out in front and frigged Sidresa with one and Risilina with the other, who were on all fours before her likewise to her position. Lakia declared no sound more glorious existed than the cries both those cruel little bitches let loose when she brought them to orgasm. Nor was there any accomplishment more rewarding to the provider, who would know forever they had been responsible for said sound from such delicious objects. She came right as the child before her unleashed on her face. Then straight after Lakia insisted she bed with the two girls who had lead this wonderful performance. The following morning, after relieving a desperate urge to piss thanks to the great quantities of girl-cum she'd consumed from them both during the night, Lakia walked Risilina home only after gaining a promise from Sidresa that she'd meet up with her again. That meeting occurred two nights later at the penthouse, where Lakia insisted this spectacular child stay for the evening. The whole while she dined with her, Lakia's cunt was swollen with lust for the long-haired, faultless skinned child eating with polite manners in her frontward view. It was quite simply as if she'd set eyes on the girl for the first time and was begging to taste the very initial pleasures with her. Yes, that same lust existed even after having relieved herself in her presence myriad enough times to be considered a honeymoon's worth of banging. Everything about her, the nervous way she crossed her ankles under the table and her personality design of keeping her head shyly focused on her meal had Lakia near to experiencing fits of lust. Obviously this girl had been a sadist since her youngest days and would resume in that field to her final. No psychologist or religious idiot, no matter what their experience in their own field, would ever cause Sidresa to flicker an eyelash of concern toward them. She was deeply lost in the happiness of sadism, never to be fetched by worldly hands. Eleven was indeed a splendid age to accomplish such devotion. She revealed to Lakia all there was to know of her magnificent life so far. She had little memory of her real parents, being adopted swiftly by the man she knew as her father these days. "He was a nepiophile when he adopted me," nervous little Sidresa admitted, twirling one finger amid her classy, purple satin night shirt. "He admitted to me recently he was a restricted nepiophile back then. Before he became a vet he worked in the maternity ward, embuggering babies whenever possible and leaving little evidence. His plan was to fake an accident with me after I turned six, which was once too old for him. He'd gain plentiful money from the sympathy caused by my death and adopt a new toddler. He was hell bent on this lubricious idea when all of a sudden, he found himself attracted to me as a six year old. Then as an eight year old. He was more than astonished that I could still lift his cock at age ten. And now, as an eleven year old, he's declared himself now a hebephile and will never be going back. He's obsessed with me now, promising to look after me forever and to provide me my every want on this entire Earth." "Thus he even took up the vet career for me. And now he can provide me any animal I want, large or small, at the snap of a finger. Very conveniently, my mother works in engineering. And the lesbian pervert she is, just as in love with me as daddy is, will give me all my wants as well. And my wants strictly with her amount to the worst torture machines she can think up. The one we recently disposed that kelpie on was one of her fine inventions. But all this has been of top secrecy in my life until the recent years. I would never have dreamt to tell a soul about all this once." "Yet my dad soon demanded I bring him other nymphets. And once around to my house, I promised I could get them to cooperate without the use of violence being required. All the girls at my party now do numerous favours for him. And in return, zoosadists the lot, he buys them all the expensive tools needed to resume their animal tortures. As you can imagine, your friend Risilina was most eager to become my friend. And now I'm so comfortable with my life I'll tell anyone, even you who happens to be nearly a complete stranger, all about its mechanics." "You impress me beyond words," Lakia replied with a snicker. "But don't get too comfortable. From me you have nothing to fear. I'm a baby torturer. I've committed the worst crimes idiotic humans think possible. But you ought to at the same time as you enjoy your freedom, keep enough privacy about the matters not to involve all of the public." "Oh I wouldn't dream of that," Sidresa insisted. "I disclose it only to admitted and accomplished zoosadists. Also those who can keep a good secret about my father. Those who can't he easily has killed, being the successful man he is." "He must have friends in government then." "He does. His brother works closely with the Secretary of Defence," Sidresa replied. "You have little to worry about then," Lakia chuckled. "Neither do I. Let's enjoy a toast then to the wonderful gifts given to the daughters, or adopted daughters in our case, of the rich and powerful Conservative America." After the giggling toast, the night was enjoyed in more vicious sexual fun. Collaborating together, Sidresa's father and Calrig had several animals and machinery brought in for their wonderful little date. Resmor was firmly locked up in her room during the following, so neither sadistic child were confronted with the slightest disturbance. They slaughtered animals the entire night, frigging one another continuously while doing so. Only shall the original episodes be recounted to the reader however, keeping him alive with fresh passion. Sidresa loved to be licked by a dog, possessing two pets she never tortured for they were both her pleasurers. The two of them were labradors of course, the softest and most understanding creatures. They even gently licked their young mistress while hearing the cries of their own kind reach piercing volumes. And they wouldn't miss a single stroke of pleasure they ought to have dealt her. Both dog's were female, seemingly knowing from that the best ways to lick a pussy. Sidresa loved nothing more than to have one of these labradors licking her cunt in the most sensitive way while the other tongued her ass at the same time. They even had preferences, one dog always seeming to enjoy the child's cunt juice and occasionally piss, while the other liked nothing more than to taste her anus daily and would indeed even swallow anything which would at times emerge from the tight orifice. And when studying this child's beauty, who the Hell wouldn't be as devoted? Sidresa moaned and cried, alive with pleasure while being licked by both dogs in this fashion. At the same time, she had a five month old labrodor puppy dangling from the celling right before her. The child operated on the dog with pliers. She made the puppy scream full volume as she tore out every one of its teeth with those pliers, snapped all its paws and mutilated its genitals. During all its horrific agony, she leaked cum wave after cum wave down her cunt-licker's muzzled gullet. As she worked, Lakia would pass by and tongue her mouth now and then. Yet mostly she was content to watch, her cunt more than irritated to the height of all possible swelling while watching this spectacular nymphet at work. When she was finished, Lakia immediately tongued every remaining trickle out of the little girl's vagina, not caring in the least that most of the warm moisture recently bestowed there was dog slobber. The ass-licker continued to tongue Sidresa from behind as well and caused her to unleash in Lakia's mouth what would have to be a seventh time, simultaneously to when Lakia finally lost control and fingered her own cunt to a wild orgasm. "Fuck, you must really like me," Sidresa exclaimed as she hugged Lakia straight after yet recoiled humorously from all kisses. "I can't bare the slightest trickle of dog slobber I'm afraid. Perhaps that's why I find it so exciting when it boils warmly around my pussy." Lakia giggled. "I can't either. Only when your cunt is the source of joy behind it can I. I'd consume the foulest things on Earth, dog slobber certainly being one of them, if they dared veil your pussy from my tongue. I quite simply want to taste your cunt forever. If ever you can select between them on delicious terms, I'd rate your pussy number one in the universe." A million thanks were given Lakia by the excited child before other things ensued. Together they drove a giant steel hook through the upper half of a great dane's muzzle then had the creature suspended from the celling. It hung for nearly five hours until the hook tore free. Once upon the ground, they stomped and pierced its vitals with stiletto shoes. A giant basin which spun around at an immense speed was capable of holding several animals. They threw in a pitbull and let the creature spin for an hour. Utterly dizzy, savage and out of its mind, they hurled in a whole litter of kittens and started the device spinning again. It very soon filled with blood. After another hour, the creature could scarcely twitch a single sane muscle, all the lacerated kittens heaped about it. They finalized this horror by throwing in this pitbull's four puppies. Once spinning again, without discrimination, it tore its own pups to shreds. The bitch finally died with a gash in her throat, dealt by one of her own offspring. A most humorous event ensued during all these torturous ceremonies when one of the captured kittens attempted to flee across the penthouse floor and escape through the window. At least that was where it was heading. It was halted when Sidresa stomped her stiletto down upon its body, then with a swing of a golf club Lakia detached its small head from its neck. Directly through the window, its intended destination, the launched object then sped. Laughter was provoked in plentiful amounts from that incident. The most spectacular torture recorded was the following however. A bitch dog and her single pup were roped firmly muzzle to muzzle, unable to tear away from each other. Then each torturous girl, Sidresa at the mother's rear and Lakia at the son's, initiated horrors to encourage them to bite, nip and snap each other's faces as best as the rope allowed them to. Sidresa causing encouragement by lashing the mother's rear and splashing boiling water upon it, Lakia by clubbing the son's undesexed balls. Then animals ripped at one another and finally tore free from the bonds and each other. The pup's muzzle was torn to the point of his nose hanging off and he'd torn out one of his mother's eyes. The two animals then, encouraged by strong hits from baseball bats, limped their way over to the balcony. Using rope again, the pup's back legs were tied firmly to his mother's front paws. Then over the balcony he was flung. His legs dislocated easily when he hit the stopping point and at the same time drove his mother forward against the balcony rails with his weight. Her two front legs snapped like twigs. Then positions were reversed, the mother was flung over and her back legs dislocated, and the pup was dragged directly into the railings and had his front legs snapped. Finally the two were spared any further agony by being hung the next time by their necks. And not one of these horrors, the next more horrific than its predecessor, left the slightest mark of damage on the conscience of either Lakia or Sidresa. Those two girls had grown so comfortably close to the realm of zoosadism that not a single animal cry, frequently assumed more sympathetic than a human's, touched their perfected evil souls at all. At 1 am they retired to bed at last and drank each other's fuck in as close a resemblance to `bucket loads' as their young bodies could produce after such a night of super stimulation. In 69 form they slept, one girl using the other's dripping cunt as a pillow. For Lakia's fourteenth birthday, Sidresa was first on her list to be invited. She also permitted Deliana, Calinile and Risilina. Yet surprisingly, by her orders, no one else was to arrive. It was quite as simple as the the following fact. She found everyone else in the world quite distasteful. Any other girl would need further lessons in arming her heart against pity. Yet these four, so well removed from pity that it was the furthest object from them in the universe, were all the company she wished to share this moment with her. To begin her birthday, each of her four guests assembled three terrific tortures in succession to show exactly how fond they were of our dear heroine. They insisted Lakia merely watch them at work and finger herself while doing so, which she did to perfection of course. The first torture was simple enough yet showed an immensity of bravery on the parts of her four guests. A giant pitbull was released with absolutely no restraints. And each of her friends, Deliana, Calinile, Risilina and Sidresa were armed only with cat o nine tails. Yet these instruments, when employed as vigorously as they did in this case, brought that animal to heel in no time and he was left to die in a tattered puddle of his blood and fur. For the next torture they'd brought with them a little curly haired boy of eight. A child Calrig had simply hoisted away from his drug addict parents a week prior and offered a bright future. Yet of course, the boy was to be submitted only to the pleasure of the gang. He was stripped naked and tossed into a cage filled with starved terriers, lacking food for as long as it were possible to keep dogs alive on starvation. In next to no time the little boy was nought but lacerated meat. And for the sake of increasing cruelty all the more in this experience, the swarm of dogs had specifically charged his miniature genitals first. The final torture was the most simple yet by our society's current moral standards, perhaps believed the most infamous you can commit. The recently devoured child's younger sister, a girl of only three, was tossed into a giant toasting oven. Over a period near to an hour, they burned the toddler slowly to her death. The oven door was perfectly see-through, so Lakia and each one of her friends could masturbate while viewing the kid in her various stages of death. Then to summarize everything, the girls ordered the servants to toss all the terriers from the prior torture into that toasting oven in groups of four. Thus they managed to roast alive more than twenty lives in total over the next hourly period, then at last they settled down to watch Lakia blow out her fourteen candles. "Seldom have I had a... actually no, make that I've NEVER had a birthday to equal the stimulation of this one," Lakia murmured, kissing each of the girls in turn before they commenced devouring the party food. Conversation resumed as normal until noon with your average intervals for further tortures and orgies thrown in. Yet by strict orders of Calrig, by afternoon the entire penthouse was the void of all their prior activities, as it was a requirement Resmor come to dine with them for a photograph he had a pressing business need to take. He explained all once everyone was seated. "I need to show several things in this example of my generosity. The first being that Lakia, the sweetheart America salvaged from overseas is living life happily here with plentiful American friends. Also that her grandmother is treated far better than Muslims treat their ancestors back in their home colonies. Which is why I've insisted you be present Resmor, with your close friend of course." And yes, seated beside Resmor was indeed that very close friend none of Calrig's demands for harshness could deter from having an allegiance with her. The sixty-five year old servant Grienella was simply inseparable from her, sensing Lakia's cruelty meant Resmor was in more need of friends than ever. A wrinkled old patriot to virtue was that crooked framed creature. She and Resmor dined upon one side of the table, the girls on the other. And directly after the shot was taken, a boy of sixteen came to join them with the neatest combed blonde hair and eyes full of ocean-blue flavour. "Who is this?," Lakia inquired as calmly as she could once Calrig had left. Her friends all shared distasteful looks toward the newcomer. "My son," Grienella was the one who answered as she embraced the arrival. "He's been seeing Resmor with me for quite a while now. He knows how to care for the elderly (easily implying otherwise toward Lakia) and he's captain of the church team of choir boys. He sings like a God." "If you young ladies would think Justin Bieber a God," the boy cut in with a laugh, surprisingly humorous for one who looked to be tainted by virtue from head to foot. Glancing in his direction, the purest admiration was shown toward him from Resmor and Grienella alike, while the girls present were given nothing but glares. How indeed Resmor knew hardly anything about the young Korneth, the boy of whom she'd brought into the equation for the sake of shaping Lakia the right way. Her intentions were obvious to Lakia the moment she noticed this Korneth. Her fear of dying and being unable to watch over her granddaughter had encouraged her into getting her set up with a life-long guide. Clearly, Resmor would be more than pleased to see things develop soon between this `good boy' and her troubled granddaughter. How in Hell was Resmor to know that Korneth would be the worst possible addition to their lives, a force more troublesome than all her misfortunes so far, certain to bring both her and her granddaughter to ruin in eventuality. "I should like to visit you again this weekend," Korneth invited the expectation of an invitation from Lakia, providing her one of those charming smiles all young athletes burdened with a healthy future provided their first dates. "Would you care to introduce me around to all your friends?" "Yes you seem very interesting," Calinile chuckled, well toppling over the edge of laughter. Lakia simply gave him a warm smile, responding with an invitation not a single one of her friends expected to emerge from her mouth. "Come around this following Friday, and we'll see what we can do from you." By the time her invitation was complete however, it was quite obvious that nothing but the encouragement to bring ill to this boy was behind it. "So obviously my bitch grandmother believes that by enticing me to invite this Korneth prick into my life, that I'm abruptly going to end up with a controlling, moral husband who'll forever encourage me to walk the right paths in life," Lakia was bitterly comprehending the situation in the midst of her friends that evening, when that awful afternoon party had long since departed. That pretty boy asshole was certainly back at the church now, singing right off that testicle absent voice of his. "I fucking hate boys, but good boys most of all," the bitter and perfect Sidresa insisted. "Men are the true scum of this Earth," Calinile insisted. "At least the majority of scum are men. They who wed women in order to push us into permanent slavery. The whole point of marriage in the first place was to cool down the hot temper of us intellectual females. Society feels that in order for us not to reach the perfect level of moral degradation that we're currently at, that we must thus have a father that lives forever to set us on the right track. And as all young girls lose their father some day, we must then be guided by a husband, the duty of whom it is to be both a husband and a second father to us at once. Men fear the evil of us females when they insist we have to be monitored constantly. When they impregnate us with their foul seed so we may spew forth offsprings which will occupy our attention and inspire our virtue for the remainder of our years on Earth. Hookers clearly end up with the better end of the deal in this situation, ridding themselves of the laws of their fathers as soon as possible so they may not mature themselves into the moral mistake of obtaining a second father through marriage." "My father provided me with the intensity to claim the first orgasm of my life," Lakia replied. "And as far as I'm concerned, that was all the bastard was good for. I certainly haven't the least intention to give myself a second one. Do you realise the horror which would befall me if I were to forge obedience to God in front of him while cursing all religious lies behind his back. Fucking Hell, if I don't dispose of him this Friday I'll dispose of the fucker the next time I see him anyway. Better get this murder over and done with. He's a nobody." "Yes but the motive will perhaps be a little too obvious, he and Grienella will both have to go," Risilina suggested. "Well we won't commit this ourselves then, just to be extra safe," Deliana added. "I say we employ an accomplice then betray the accomplice to the law. Nothing he says will touch us upon our high standards. Thus of course, we have to ensure his are exceedingly low. This is certainly a crime for a delinquent. A punk killing a perfect little choir boy out of jealousy, why, they'd ask for further details on the motives of a group of eggers at a Bieber concert. The hatred the poor feel for the rich nearly equals the vice versa case." "Deliana," Lakia sighed while sharing a tonguing kiss with her friend's lips. "I couldn't have designed a better plot myself." By next Friday, they'd already recruited the delinquent assassin and had the entire plan mapped out. Yet to the surprise of all, the opposite of their intentions occurred. Korneth arrived absent from Resmor and his mother this time and instantly upon noticing the party of girls set to seduce him to death, he exhibited himself. They simply all dropped jaws at the size of his member, completely contradictory to any of his voice or personality. "Hi girls, does this weapon seem fit to satisfy you?," Korneth chuckled. "I do apologize, but when I'm invited to a girls only party, I expect immediate satisfaction." "I'll give you satisfaction faggot," the delinquent recruit growled, approaching him while grinding his knuckles together. "I'll give you a bloodjob, starting with that stupid fucking fag face of yours!" He spat upon his features. Korneth then, without even flinching, swiped all the goo splattered upon him down toward his unyielding smile. Then he sucked every finger, downing all the delinquents spittle and making his attacker queasy. "Hmmm, you taste good honey," he murmured in the most seductive, homosexual tone he could adopt. "Holy fuck!," the delinquent cried in rage. "No wonder you want this guy killed. He's a fucking creep." "Fucking creep hey, let me show you fucking creep," Korneth produced a box from his shoulder sack and unveiled that he was carrying around two mice within it. He plucked the first live creature out and hurled it at the advancer. The boy instantly danced about in horror, attempting to save both himself and the mouse before eventually crushing it in the process. "Aww, afraid of a little mice," Korneth laughed, snatching out the second creature and letting it crawl affectionately up his arm. "That wasn't my fault!," the delinquent insisted, a strange flood of tears coming to the tough boys eyes. Instantly the crowd who had recruited him became disgusted with him as you can expect, for it was obvious he was an animal lover. "You got that mouse killed by frightening me with it. Now I'm really going to kill you as painfully as I possibly can!" He advanced once again on Korneth who delivered a kick to his nuts. Down the tough guy went like a pile of bricks. Then, smiling at the girls the whole time, Korneth held the second mouse aloft by its tail and picked up a razor at the same time. He slit the live creature down its belly and let its tiny entrails fall from its squealing body down upon the hair of the delinquent's head. "I mind very little a little zoosadism girls. In fact, if anything I admire it a lot." "Well don't I suddenly have a change of heart," Lakia abruptly yelled and tossed Korneth an emergency revolver she had hidden behind her back. "Finish the fuckwit off." "No girls," Korneth chuckled, kneeling down and having them lower the boy's pants. "I always fuck first that which I kill, be it of any gender, any species, or any age. Both those mice I had doused with my sperm before I got here. And now I shall inundate the rectum of this fine little prick." The crying criminal was restrained then chained to the floor, while the boy who was supposed to be his victim repeatedly drove his cock in and out of his rear. The whole while the victim of rape screamed betrayal at the girls surrounding him, who did nought but poke and kick him during this event. Then to summarize it, showing with precision exactly how disgusting the young Korneth was, that good Christian choir boy buried his head amongst the hair of the boy he was penetrating and consumed all the mouse guts off it. While he ate them, he came hard in his ass. "You're the worst fucking sicko I've ever met," Lakia hypocritically snickered while Korneth dismounted. Simply chuckling at those words, the boy then loaded the delinquent's bowels with the revolver nozzle instead of his cock and fired one shot directly through his entrails, which landed with wondrous precision straight in his heart. That body, a corpse which not a soul on the planet cared about, wouldn't have to be gotten rid of for ages. Thus after Korneth had requested and was granted a long shower and mouthwash after the consummation of his crapulous passions, they settled down in the lounge to hear of this freak's story and intentions. "That beautiful voice of mine the church has come to know is indeed the only virtuous element I supply this planet with. Since my younger days, when my balls came in, I've thought of nought but fucking. I saw a girl, I wanted to be deep inside her and that was all I cared about. It got so I craved the same thing from boys and by age thirteen, I'd deflowered nearly all my fellow members. But then came the awful fact of choir boy life that not all my brutal fist fighting and complaints could ward off. That was the day of castration, you may have noticed." Which was true, since it was impossible not to notice it. The girls had all seen that despite the length of this boy's cock, there were no balls beneath it. "I was miserable after the surgery, assuming I'd have to end my life since sexual pleasure was forever vanished from my mind. That was until Father Rawedus, my frequent molester and sympathiser, who glimpsed how unhappy I was, suggested an alternative. That was of course none other than the most vigorous sexual enhancement drugs. They work like charms I tell you and indeed since the day I confessed I no longer felt like living to Rawedus, he has purchased me a near to hourly income of extreme viagra blister packs. He really does not wish to lose his favourite singer and boy buttocks" "Do these drugs have any numbing effects on my passions? Quite the different case to what is expected I find. Natural fools believe the testicles host the imagination of the passions in men. But I tell you, since they were replaced with drugs, the steadier has been my patience, the harder I've been and all the more deep has my imagination the ability to delve. I've dreamt up things no perverted man with balls ever could. And so mindless do these drugs hurl me into a sexual frenzy that you'll see, quite similar to what you've just witnessed, cravings for the most absurd kinds of pleasures. Taste buds for the most abnormal tastes to be offered." "Testify," Calinile briefly cut in. "Devouring mouse guts is a libertine passion I would never have thought to cross anyone's mind. I don't think it's even listed in Sade's 120 days." "Well I've just performed it, so it's indeed a human passion worth recording on that list," Korneth chuckled. "Yet of course, as I've already announced, no matter what be the extent of my destruction, always do the objects of my destruction get firmly fucked by my cock before I toss them into the void. I shall never lift a finger to harm anyone I haven't been inside. So you girls have nothing to fear." "I demand we have something to fear," Sidresa suddenly chimed in, walking up to Korneth and displaying her eleven year old ass. "For I've truly been frightened since I first discovered I was a lesbian. Terrified of being depucelated by any moral, boring, idiot from any sector of the disgusting species we call man. But if ever my cunt or ass be filled with a cock, I insist it be yours Korneth. You most interesting of boys! Fuck me in both holes right now I demand! Blast both pucelages and let no other steal them." "Indeed I shall you sweetest creature," Korneth tongued her mouth while he prepared to enter into the child's cunt. That strictly stiff weapon rested gently on the girl's cunt lips while the rest of the troop prepared positions of aid to their new friend. "I must have my own ass penetrated during this situation, with a finger at least. Therefore I can feel the burn of revenge for the holes I am going to invade for the first time." "Fear not, I have something much better than a pinky," Lakia snickered in her deepest man-voice of evil. She emerged with a strap-on dildo, poking out to an eight inch length. In complete, dominant male form, Lakia grabbed ahold of Korneth around the waist and guided the dildo into his fundament. In sync with him she gave one hard push with it while he likewise emitted the same heave with his cock. Sidresa let out a shrill cry as he sunk to the hilt at what would have been `ball-deep' in her suddenly divirginated cunt. He felt the full eight inches fill his bowel at the same time and the three of them rocked together in this fashion until Sidresa begged for no more. Korneth withdrew and had Lakia withdraw from him as he prepared the eleven year old's anus to take his next spearing. From in front, Calinile and Risilina took turns licking and stimulating Sidresa's young pussy, increasing her pleasure to the highest peak during this situation. Arming herself also with a dildo, Deliana lodged herself firmly in Lakia's ass and they kissed passionately while awaiting Korneth to prepare everything. Once declared prepared, Lakia charged into the boy's bowel while he did likewise to that of Sidresa's. The child instantly came upon the tongues of her two sisterly acquaintances once she felt this second penetration reach its completion. Howling like a monster, Korneth shot his seed in her bowel while feeling his own battered by Lakia's thrusts. And of course it need hardly be recounted the obvious volumes of girl-cum Deliana shed while embuggering Lakia, who also leaked that substance twofold. After this event Korneth took his turn with the rest of them too. A week prior, Risilina had been deflowered by her young boyfriend, yet had similar difficulty of accommodating this weapon as did Sidresa, being that her boyfriend was only twelve and couldn't yet stiffen as majestically. But she managed and the others, like professional whores, brought about a discharge from him in nearly their every orifice and left the boy not the least fatigued when it was over. "I'm permanently horny in spite of discharges," Korneth chuckled as they settled down once again. "I could fuck an entire army and still watch a porno without getting bored. As for that stuff I shoot in you, none of you need in the least fear pregnancy from it. It's merely artificial leakage produced from the effects of the drugs. With the absence of testicles, I have no idea where my body stores such things. All I know is that there's always enough of it to drench any throng of school girls, such as yourselves, who I wish to wet down." "I'd take nightly paths in that cleansing stuff if I could," the sexually delirious Lakia murmured while reclining naked in his arms. "I don't get it Korneth. How the fuck did I go from hating you more than anyone on the planet save Resmor, to suddenly feeling the strangest passion for you? Is this some kind of trick? For it certainly feels that way, since no boy in the world can be as perfect as you." "Oh my dear Lakia," Korneth chuckled. "Surely being in this country has taught you that to locate like minded evil, the best places to search for it are the last places you'd expect to find it. Compare me to the murderous delinquent who we recently disposed of. You thought evil of him due to his position and profession, yet he was so virtuous that the death of a mouse troubled him. Then you have me, someone the world thinks will obtain a fortune to spend on charity someday. Someone whose mother is so virtuous that she continues to care for your reeking old grandmother that the rest of the world doesn't give the slightest shit about. And what am I? Undoubtedly the worst creature you have yet to discover in this land." Lakia chuckled. "Not yet, you have to do a little more to convince me of that." "I shall satisfy your curiosity regarding the extent of my evil in good time," Korneth promised. "You don't need to be around me for long in order to see such things unfold. The only person I keep a firm disguise for is my mother. Yet I've hidden things from her for years. The entire church holds things from her. She's as oblivious of the fact Father Rawedus depucelated me at three as she is of the castration he had performed on me. Perhaps because that dear creature Grienella likes to think the sexual world is non-existent. But I tell you, I have plans to acquaint her with it very soon. With a swift end to her entire world following." "What?," Calinile gasped. "You have plans to kill your mother?" "I think any virtuous person would have harboured the same longer than I have and would have certainly executed them by now. The bitch abandoned me to those fuckwit priests so she could work longer hours. Then, after I've lost all my sense, honour and sanity, she has the hide to insist I join her in nightly prayer. Well I can tell you of two more things that witch is also the void of knowledge of. The first is that my study of atheism alongside my false commitment to the church has freed me of every remaining shred of belief in such bullshit, since I bravely enact blasphemy with no remorse daily. And the second is of course the plan I've constructed to reduce that cow into the grave." "We'll certainly help you with it then," Lakia insisted while all her friends nodded. "It would be criminal on the part of evil souls to not aid another in the fine task of matricide." To prove just how immense their admiration for this character was, they pieced together this masterpiece of evil invention the following day. Lakia had Calrig sever all connections Grienella had with the world, then upon being called in for work she was restrained, hands to the celling and ankles to the floor. "What in the world is this Korneth?," she demanded an answer from her son who bared her wrinkled behind and had Calinile frig him until his drugged weapon was near to the size of the girl's forearm. "Just a little business matter I must take care of mother," he laughed while he abruptly performed incest and encunted the sagging cunt he'd once emerged from. "A business matter of revenge! You've interfered with my career in evil for far too long, and thus you now pay for all the virtue you've done a thousand times more than the slight evil you've committed in brutalizing me. I could have forgiven you for evil mother, yet not for your good deeds at all." "Yes bitch," Lakia giggled, viciously slapping the old woman's face then kicking her so hard in the belly she hurled upon the floor. "And I swear that for as long as the sour thing's alive and even after her demise, anyone who befriends my grandmother must pay most dearly!" Pulling free of his screaming Christian mother's cunt, Korneth then buried that cock of his to the hilt in her lumpy ass. Then having rocked back and forth to have it register as a sound fucking, he then withdrew and decided to have this erection taken care of by more pretty methods. After cleaning his cock of all segments of filth the bowel and cunt of his mother may have lathered it with, the girls surrounding him were just as eager as before to take it in any orifice. Sidresa fell on her knees before him and sucked the boy's prick, all the while Risilina knelt behind him and tongued his anus. Yes indeed, he had a nymphet sucking him and yet another twelve year old plunging her pure tongue deep into his asshole. He was thus drowned in hebephilic Heaven all of a sudden. "Remain as you are girls," Korneth ordered while he gestured to Lakia who clasped firmly into his palm the handle of a cat o nine tails. "I'm going to destroy one hideous behind while I discharge into one perfected little child's mouth." And indeed he did just that. The son turned the withered landmass of his mother's rear into a sea of blood and open wounds. The Christian woman screamed the whole time while her offspring pumped artificial fuck down the gullet of his twelve year old fellatist. After this first round of torture, he had Risilina sit with him and restore his cock to life with some sucking and alternation of storing it in whatever tight orifice of hers he requested. As she did so, he watched the other girls at work on his mother. Lakia caused Grienella's old rectum to bleed by spearing it with several thrusts of a strap-on the size of a stallion's penis. Front wise, Deliana kissed her and viciously sucked the old woman's tongue into her mouth, whereupon the young girl's sharp teeth abruptly dug in and severed it at the roots. She then spat her tongue into her horrified features. Doing likewise to her clit what Deliana had just done to her tongue, the young Sidresa surprised all by biting off that mostly unused pleasure organ from the woman's body and actually swallowing it. She frigged her own precious, fully active clit while doing so. This caused an immense moan of pleasure from Korneth, who from watching such a spectacular event had nearly orgasmed into Risilina's ass upon seeing it executed. "I'm ready to go again now," he announced. "One more minute," Lakia insisted as she pulled out of the old cow and guided Calinile forward. "We have yet to witness whatever my bestie's invented for this waste of life." Calinile, using Lakia's cupped hands for a step, climbed astride the woman's shoulders, putting immense pressure on her chained body. She hooked her legs around her neck and firmly strangled her while her weight caused her arms, chained toward the celling, to dislocate at the shoulders. At the same time she pushed her two thumbs deep into her eyes and blinded her. "Fucking beyond fantastic!," Korneth roared, walking up to them stark erect. "You young whores have my member pointing to the sky in a few seconds. Now let us write the concluding chapter to this worn bitch's life." This time he attacked her from the front with the cat o nine tails. Only while he did so, he embuggered Risilina and had Sidresa dildo his ass deep with a strap-on. The same immense strap-on which Lakia had used not so long ago in his mother's entrails. "See slut," he laughed. "Oh right, you can't see. But anyway, this is how a professional whore should take this device. Without a grunt of complaint!" With Sidresa sawing away in his anus and his cock about to erupt in the bowel of Risilina, Korneth lashed his mother's front until her breasts and cunt were in torn, meaty tatters. Then the powerful realm of orgasm engulfed him again and he poured a white ocean gloriously into the twelve year old rear accommodating his spewing member. By the time he came around, his ripped and torn mother was scarcely breathing. She hung entirely limp in her pain. "Wake up Grienella, we're not through yet!," Lakia sneered after she herself had just unleashed freshly around her hard working fingers. "We have yet the final signature to your death warrant." The broken armed, clitless, tongueless and blinded woman was then unhooked from the bonds which held her aloft and she crashed to the floor in her miserable heap. It was Korneth himself who then picked up his shattered mother and hauled her over to a work bench they had prepared for the final moment of slaughter. Her head was placed firmly in a vice and with all the force of his muscles, Korneth slowly wound it shut, bringing together firmly the two metal walls and closing them harder and harder towards each other upon either side of his mother's skull. Every girl composing his audience then frigged themselves dry with loud gasps, cries and moans. Calinile reached out and frigged him under the table so he shot one last time in sync with the vice as it exploded his mother's head. Grienella was not much missed by anyone, least of all her son. The only person who of course shed her at least a single tear was Resmor, whose last acquaintance on planet Earth had just been disposed of. Lakia, proudly moving forward in her life as if nought had occurred, accompanied Korneth to many places save one very special girls outing set for the weekend after her 14th. This was a strict party hosted by the parents of Sidresa, one for which hebephile dreams were granted. She strictly invited friends only in the age group of eleven to fourteen, Lakia being one of the beautiful young dolls permitted to attend. Yet, unlike the party we've recently recounted with particular young girls of this age, there were great differences in the following. Yet first we feel it necessary to relate to you the actresses who took part in these events. The first was the twelve year old brunette Victilina. Look high and low, long and wide, you'd find no such figure more slim, no eyes more firmly brown, nor any spirit of zoosadism as firmly rooted in the soul as was hers. Alabaster skin, smooth, adorable hands and feet, the eyes of Satan's daughter, perfection indeed upon its highest rung. Victilina had already adopted a total of fifteen pet dogs in her life time and had annihilated each in a more horrific way than the prior. Her adopted baby brother had also been carved into ripped tissue by her fine little hand who always knew the correct way to wield a knife. As a friend of Sidresa's, you could expect nothing less. Not to mention she was loved by all, even her parents who both provided her the dogs and took not a second's hesitation in forgiving her for killing her adopted brother. After all, her pleasures meant more to them than a son who wasn't theirs to begin with. The next girl was also brunette, blue in the eyes and with a savage set of teeth she liked to employ in biting into creatures. In just a single snap, the savage young thing could decimate the life of a mouse. And her body, far from appearing to be that belonging to the savager soul within her, perhaps presented even a stronger physical delight than that of the already described Victilina. Her name was Gertel. The third player in the events was the spectacular Helise, eleven year old daughter to a publically known heroic federal officer. The man had made multiple arrests of child porn owners and was loved for those deeds. Thus, no one suspected that it was his cock alone who had stolen both his daughter's pucelages. When with friends of their high order, Helise would always brag about having lost them to a man of such deep, evil conservatism as the author of her days. Her blonde, dark eyed beauty could not be contested by Lolita herself. Not to mention many young serial killers would be perfectly just in feeling envious toward she who'd slaughtered the most animals out of the entire gang. The fourth was Delifia, slightly chubby in the face with a firm body. Her childhood was insistent in remaining behind, her flesh of course the kind of which one simply must feast upon when laying eyes on it. This girl's ass was so splendid the most stubborn prude would be delighted to eat a meal off it. In fact, not an hour before showing up at the party, Delifia had enjoyed her anus being soundly tongued by the mouth of her own adoring grandmother. The fifth went by the title of Celestie. She had blonde hair which ran to the rear of her waist, the prettiest little breasts so deeply undeveloped for her fourteen years, as well as the winsome features of a polite child. No one could suspect this kid of being your everyday bully as well, who had more often than not crippled the primary school kids she savagely attacked on their way home. The sixth and last player in these events was the splendid, unbeatable Regilia. A twelve year old girl not a soul of beauty on Earth could compete with. Her eyes were dark, full of sadistic emotion, and her chestnut hair so clean and neatly combed. Her body the freshest, most untainted flow of tight skin which would certainly be doubted for not being the worst sin on Earth to invade the innocence of. But like the rest of them, our darling Regilia was anything but innocent. Now that we've assembled the six extra players we must recount of, Lakia and Sidresa joined them in the following sex play after initial introductions were complete. "Daddy shall film us at work for his own private porno collection," Sidresa snickered as she unclothed Lakia to join the other naked pubescents. "He and mommy will please each other to no end watching us at work night after tonight. So it's essential we perform for him the positions he's specified in these little lesbian activities." "Just say the word and I'll fall into this maze of beauties," Lakia insisted, kissing and tonguing Regilia's forming breasts and inserting a finger into the moaning Delifia's ass while being informed. "The group will entwine themselves about the labrodor puppy you see held captive there," Sidresa gestured. "According to father's requests, Victilina will hook her bare legs around the animals throat and compress them during the activities, strangling him slowly. If all is timed right, the dog will perish at the moment we all discharge." Delifia will stand above Victilina and have her pussy tongued by the latter. On all fours behind these two, Celestie will alternate by taking long licks up Victilina's back and then transferring those licks and kisses straight to Delifia's buttocks. Gertel will lie beneath Celestie and tongue her cunt in that fashion, her own stimulated by Lakia's hand who will be put in a position to thus lean over her and dig her tongue deep into Celestie's ass. I shall, armed with a dildo, plunge inside the four holes then offered me from Gertel and Lakia together. As I penetrate, Regilia will whip me as gently as she can with this soft martinet, who will also have her behind tongued by Helise. The positions were arranged, every girl discharged like a wailing maniac, the labrodor puppy thus expired in the firm, crushing grip of the young Victilina's legs. After this first spectacular arrangement, a grand four others were given for the artistic child porn collection of Sidresa's father's. The next followed out like this. Two of the girls, Victilina and Delifia were chosen for this, were playfully made to hook their wrists into shackles which lifted their arms up toward the celling. Two others, Sidresa and Celestie, knelt down on all fours and, as low as they possibly could bend, tongued the two captive's feet in these positions. They made sure to rub their tongues in a manner which both soothed and tickled the soles and heels of Victilina and Delifia. Then over Sidresa and Celestie, Gertel and Helise kneeled. They tongued the two assholes belonging to Victilina and Delifia. Then last of all Lakia and Regilia, armed with those soft martinets, lashed the upper backs of the two captives. So thus the tiptoe standing Victilina and Delifia were pleasured in all possible manners from the rear. With the soles of their feet licked, their asses licked and their upper quarters lashed, the only area not receiving glorious sensations were the frontwise zones. But these were soon upgraded beyond all possible belief. Two dobermans destined to be sacrificed for pleasure, had been brutalized and relieved of all their teeth. Lead into the room, the forcefully tamed creatures politely and shyly licked at the cunts of the two girls who were receiving all the pleasure attacks. Now attended to frontwise, it wasn't long before those shrieking nymphets spattered their cum onto the faces and mouths of the dogs licking them out. It was only fair that all the girls present wished for a turn to be the receivers in this pleasurable game, so they rotated and managed that very intention before moving onto the next round. The next clever design was an imitation of a strip club, for which all the props were provided. Two girls were chosen to assume male roles and thus dressed as young boys. Lakia and Delifia took on these roles. They were clad in tight black boxers and shiny satin vests of the same colour. They were also fitted with black caps upon which were stitched red Nazi symbols, just to add more flavour to the evil of these events. Attached to their boxers also of course, were small four inch dildos. The two of them sat in the background and acted as if jerking their plastic cocks, gaining a pleasurable sensation nonetheless as the bases moved soothingly over their cunts. Then the rest of the troop played the hookers. One by one the girls would first walk up to the camera in various stages of undress, showing pleasant behinds, bellies, asses, cunts, breasts, feet, faces, any area of which made the viewer stiffen all the more. For the sake of awakening your passions more, we shall also relate to you the outfits worn by the female actors. Victilina wore a black satin dress which began just below the flat tits, leaving her nipples exposed. The dress was cut so it halted at the end of her belly and resulted in leaving her cunt on perfect display. From the rear, it flowed down perfectly to the ankles of her studded boots, which clad her from the feet all the way to her knees. The front of the dress was also opened in the belly area too, not leaving much frontwise to thus be veiled. A huge hole showed a splendid sea of alabaster stomach flesh and her adorable little navel in its middle. Upon her adorable head was a golden crown, constructed of actual gold itself, topped off with a nice little ruby in the centre. Celestie was presented in a pink dress, once which ran from her shoulders to her heels. Yet cleverly this was slit down the middle so each nipple, her belly, cunt and legs were all exposed directly from the front. She wore knee-high boots like Victilina, although these were also cleverly opened at the front and held on by nought but a few black laces, so you could enjoy a magnificent view of her toes and feet tops. She wore a pink crown which her glorious lipstick matched, the crown of which was a strict replica of Isabella 1 of Castile's, since evil had its correct place situated on her head. The beautiful Regilia wore nought but a bikini of pink with black sandals. Yet a massive cloak of polar bear fur encased her arms and flowed down in a wonderful spill out behind her heels. Evil was perfectly presented in such a design, for the bear who had died to provide it had been caused to suffer most horrifically in its final hours indeed. Helise wore an adorable French maid costume, the small black skirt being raised so high that it wasn't possible to look upon her without a cunt or ass shot. For the camera she'd expose her belly and breasts as well, which were one simple flick away from uncovering thanks to the ease of bare view the design offered in every desirable sector. Gertel was clad in white stockings which went to the halfway mark on her thighs. Her feet were in heels with dagger stilettos, easily spattered with what was animal blood. A fresh blue swimsuit was cut so most of her torso flesh was also visible. All the swimsuit was constructed of was a thin line which ran down between her breasts, dissected to loop around her hips and meet in her ass crack then come back up to scarcely veil the pink of her cunt slit. Including the sparkling blue shoulder straps, that was all it consisted of. Sidresa was last to present herself seductively before the camera in a wondrous following costume. She wore a white gown which flowed all the way to ankles, beneath of which her feet were fitted into old fashioned school shoes. That combined with her black hair not to mention her age, she made the neatest resemblance to Samara Morgan from The Ring. Only the gown frequently parted to show the black bikini beneath. One of which the lower part was simply a g-string from the rear. After beautifully introducing themselves and their faultless figures in seductive dances in front of the camera, the little hooker actresses then took their place at the strip poles. It was there they performed several lesbian dances to arouse their viewers further, then fell into the following girl's orgy. Sidresa lay down with her Samara costume wide open and exposing her bikini form beneath. Then with no exaggeration, Gertel basically sat on her face. By use of her tongue, Sidresa licked out the adorable cunt and asshole of her facial smotherer. Kicking off those razor-sharp stilettos, Gertel repaid her by sliding her smooth, stocking clad feet over her dripping cunt. Further down this line, Helise knelt over Sidresa's shins and would in turn, lean forward to either lick her cunt or Gertel's feet which were pleasuring it. With her French maid skirt reefed up, Helise was meanwhile licked thoroughly upon her two holes by Victilina, who'd change now and then from worshipping Helise's pleasure holes to licking those old fashioned shoes of Sidresa's. From beneath Victilina, Celestie's head was firmly lodged and tickling her cunt with her tongue. And lying directly atop Celestie was Regilia, who fingered her and was fingered in return. In this design, Regilia was also permitted to bury her face firmly in Victilina's buttocks. So that was the terrific lesbian display the hookers then enacted amid their pole dancing routine. Then finally after having aroused the two viewers beyond what was believed possible, the girls joined the two participants in the male roles watching from the sideline. They entertained them simply, by all getting down on their hands and knees and displaying a row of cunts and asses before them. Into these orifices, Lakia and Delifia plunged their dildoes repeatedly, until at last several more discharges clarified the strip club scene was over. Whereupon those Nazi officers dismounted whichever one of their evil bitch hookers they were currently lodged in and all stripped from their costumes to set about preparing the next event. The second last one for Sidresa's father was composed entirely of naked nymphets. All eight of them placed themselves in this spectacular design. From the celling there hung by chain a platform, upon which was set cushions and blankets for any more than comfortable erotic display. Lakia climbed upon this bed of utter soothing softness, together with Victilina. After entwining their legs together they commenced a tribbing upon that platform. Beneath the platform upon the mattress laden ground, Delifia and Regilia tribbed just as furiously, completely swept up in their oceans of pleasure. Two towers were erected for this performance on either side of the room, which lead to perfect level ground with the platform. On one of these stood Celestie and Gertel upon the other. Each were provided a bucket of warm, hot water which was mixed with a slimy, seductive lubricant. When this material touched one's flesh, it ignited passions anew. So each of them hurled their buckets forward and splashed the two tribbers on the platform. Victilina and Lakia were only encouraged to slide harder against each other. Then from their platforms, Celestie and Gertel swung out with their second instruments, which were long reaching single tailed whips. They were very gentle designs, only softly lashing stings of inspiration into the delicate tribbers. And back on ground level, the tribbing pair of Delifia and Regilia were tackled in the same manner by Sidresa and Helise, but who committed the reverse of the act. They whipped them first then drenched them in the hot water slime. Yet no possible distinction could be drawn between the rapid discharges of both tribbing pairs. Keeping this same design until every girl had enjoyed her share of being in the tribbing pair, they finally concluded it with delirious dizziness, each one of them questioning whether they had the strength and discharge left to perform the final act set for them. But highly patriotic they all were to Sidresa's father, and initiated this final display requested of them while smothering all signs of fatigue in their energy. Upon a mattress Regilia and Helise reclined together upright, drawing their bodies against one another and kissing. Delifia and Victilina lay with them, one on either side of the first pair. Except they both lay in the opposite direction, so Delifia was presented with Regilia's ass in her face and Victilina enjoyed a face full of Helise's. They vigorously licked what was presented to them as they cuddled into the rears of their two love-making friends. With this licking four-way occurring on the mattress, Lakia, Sidresa, Gertel and Celestie fell upon them and used their bodies as mattresses. They simply lay over the first four girls, Lakia and Sidresa with their fronts turned up and Gertel and Celestie likewise with their rears. Thus, eight young girls, all piled upon one another in a compact little group, frigging with whatever available hand and kissing any speck of skin in reach, composed this final design. They emerged from it soaked with the liquid from each other that such a lubricious act had irritated into flow. And by now of course, not one of them felt they could produce a drop more. "I think what we have filmed today should well satisfy as the best addition to my dad's hebephilic video journal so far," Sidresa chuckled as she finally switched off the camera. "I say we now indulge the rest of our moments together in satisfying our own passions. Follow me closely Lakia, I'm sure you'll be most impressed with the game we've set up." And indeed, just when Lakia thought there was no possible way her young friend could unveil a more lubricious situation, here it was right before her eyes. The eight girls all assembled upon the edge of the indoor pool, looking out at that spread of water before their feet. Likewise to Deliana's contraption in her own house, Sidresa managed to have the water turn to acid in a few seconds. Chained all about the pool edges, every couple of centimetres, was a cat or dog of some various breed. They all seemed to howl and mew extra loud upon noticing the hot, bubbling oceanic depth of acid before them was simply opening up to be their grave. "These animals have remained chained stationary for weeks," Sidresa giggled. "All of them have also endured fully aware surgery upon their legs to permanently destroy all movement. They are simply sitting there, at various intervals around the watery grave set to consume them. Little blobs of pain we may enact whatever we please upon." Every girl showed their thanks directly to Sidresa for this opportunity, each by a tonguing kiss on the mouth. Then they pursued their pleasures on the captive animals. Once done torturing a particular one, you simply tossed it in and its carcass evaporated. Or, if such be your choice, you toss it in during its final stages of death so it can appreciate acidic destruction. What these girls then enacted was beyond fantastic. Victilina would always kick her victim to destroy as many bones as possible before kicking it into the acid alive. Some of which she only stomped and left to die slowly outside of the consuming pool. Delifia liked to whip her animals of choice with a cat o nine tails. She'd only push their raw bodies into the water once not a single speck of fur remained. Regilia would firmly twist all protruding parts. Their paws, their ears, their tails, doing so in such a vicious manner that she'd frequently wring free what she'd twisted. Anything she didn't remained hideously damaged and a constant source of pain to the animal, still attached to its nerves. Sidresa, having saved up a full bladder for this, would first piss upon her animal, always aiming for its eyes and mouth. She kept this up until she ran out of urine. Yet her favourite torture aside from that was hacking free its protruding parts including the creature's muzzle, then observing how many minutes or hours it took for the chopped creature to die. Any male animal she confronted easily lost its genitals. Using chopping as well, starting at the base of the tail with a hatchet, Celestie would slowly dice the live creature into tiny pieces all the way up to its waist. Or at least, as far as her chops could reach without killing it. Then she'd finish it off by tossing the half which clung to life into the acid. Gertel stuck thorny branches into its eyes, down its ears, up its anus and even down its pisshole, leaving it to suffer a while before finally booting it in. Lakia discovered a new method she most enjoyed, blowing up all her creatures with dynamite sticks stuck either down their throat or up their asses. For female victims, they got it stuffed into the vaginal passage. But perhaps the most impressive, newest invention in zoosadism of all was that of Helise's. She employed a weapon fashioned as a long metal stick, the tip of which would abruptly erupt into a flaming torch upon the press of a button at its base. Slowly she pushed this through a husky's rectum, slowly piercing the dog through his entrails and bringing forth the worst kind of howls during it. Yet only when the pole was lodged firmly in the creature's stomach did she press the button. The end erupted into flame within the screaming victim and steadily cooked the dog alive from the inside. She did the same to every one of her other unlucky victims before submitting them to the acid pool. They thus all had a steady fire burning within them before they were knocked into the sizzling depths of further, merciless agonies. These final acts of zoosadism caused every girl to discharge yet again an uncounted number of times, just when they suspected the prior activities had exhausted them of all the warm moisture their young cunts contained. And thus, with Sidresa's father as well as every participant thoroughly pleased with the outcome of such a party, the nymphet ceremony ended and Lakia left to retire to the penthouse. She was more than surprised to find waiting for her there, reclining in the centre armchair of the living room, her beloved Korneth. "How did you get in?," she simply had to inquire with harsh voice effects, well prepared to expect this little shit of theft. "Oh, relax honey. Calrig sent for me, says my ass seemed reasonable enough to accommodate his prick," Korneth grasped Lakia and eased her tension with a passionate, tonguing kiss. "I fucked him in his turn, so if ever I need to kill him, I feel as if I've made my mark to do so. Fuck what you kill will always be my motto." "You better keep your hands off him, he's the source of my wealth," Lakia growled, grasping Korneth's erection through his boxer shorts and providing it with a firm squeeze. "Until someone richer and more devoted comes up that is." "You'll be happy to know I'm attempting to now gain the position you desire." "Don't bullshit me, you're a kid still. And you'll never obtain the wealth of Calrig. You're nought but a Christian orphan." "Don't assume I never had a father simply because you've never laid eyes on him," Korneth chuckled as he escorted Lakia to the couch and poured her a fresh beverage. "My bitch mother Grienella always assumed a tragic accident had stolen his life. Little did she know that handsome man had simply faked his entire death to escape a whole pile of sex assault charges. He did so expertly, placing another in his place and employing a friend in the police department to confirm his blood and no other was what had recently been running through the disfigured corpse's veins. He immediately obtained another identity straight after and agreed to see me only on occasions when we could well disguise it. These were in out of the way car parks or bushes after school as you can imagine." "My father, Heudreilas for that is his title, was ever so grateful to Father Rawedus, who he could not have been more pleased with by his widening of my asshole. Virginity theft is not among my father's passions. He prefers wide passages over small. Heated, roomy bowels compared to the tight ones. So he enjoyed my stretched behind very much. But don't get me wrong, Heudreilas is completely a committed nepiophile, pedophile, hebephile and the rest. He just despises tight squeezes, since his member is rather sensitive. So always must someone well endowed depucelate his victims, especially the babies, before he can intrude. I once cleared the path in the bowel of a one year old baby for him, which he fitted himself comfortably into once I was done. Indeed, Heudreilas and I have only grown closer over the years of home life separation we've endured. As soon as I reported to him I'd done away with Grienella, I'd never heard a more happy tone in his voice." "Can a man like that, more devoted to passions than work, hold a job as high as Calrig's?," Lakia inquired. "You'll be surprised what a man can achieve when he has a goal in mind," Korneth chuckled. "Every President has worked their asses off merely to bang some underaged cunt and get away with it. So thus, Heudreilas can obtain any post he wishes to accommodate. And now, I'm pleased to say with a firm career in government under the name he's been using (which I forgot to mention is actually his alias), Heudreilas can buy me the world of pleasures. Which is why, with such opportunities opened up to me, as soon as I heard tell of them I knew I had to dispose of my mother, so not a single interference would occur." "What post does he hold?" "Secretary of Defence." "You're fucking kidding." "Not at all. The last one stepped aside eagerly so he could take his place." "Fuck! A sex pervert under an alias can abruptly become the USA's Defence Secretary?" "Lakia, you must understand that this country fails to suspect you of misdeeds, or rather ignores them, the moment you can prove a solid career in patriotism and police work. Heudreilas proved both of these things. He also proved his intellect. Or at least what is considered US intellect, which is not a very high level of intellect at all, thus easy to forge. Then after appearing like a heroic gentlemen and spending two years owning a TV show that exploits bad parents and troubled teens, no one in this God forsaken country gave two shits about any past crime he committed. Because he was from then on, the greatest man you could find on planet Earth. He's taken a wife and my stepmom feels he's so dedicated to her that he's certainly replaced the expectations Arnold Swarznegger was supposed to provide his little woman upon entering into government. He even physically holds a more muscular figure. He's an American hero." "It's that easy?" "Absolutely not for everyone, only the hypocritical bullshitters who can sound convincing enough. And after all, our government is made up of nothing else. So yes Lakia, the good little Christian choir boy you had plans to kill recently has now obtained the ability to make you the most safety assured, mass murdering sex pervert on the planet." "I fucking love you!," Lakia shrieked, tackling him to the ground and savagely kissing him, immediately stuffing his cock into her cunt and humping out a fresh jet from him. After collecting it, she sat back down and they turned to other manners. "Defence Secretary Heudreilas expects me and my charming girlfriend, you of course my dear," Korneth chuckled with a bright little wink, "to dine with him at his mansion the following weekend. And if so far you believe you've known the true spirit of evil, you are certainly yet to see how far it can flourish." Lakia took herself there alone with Korneth on the scheduled date and was more than happy for doing so, since the abundance of beauties present outdid all three of her remaining friends by far. Not to mention how foolish it would have been to invite Deliana, who may suspect the very truth. That by agreeing to meet such a high individual she was devising plans to free herself from dependence on her uncle. "Oh Lakia, I must punish my son for lying to me," the grey haired Heudreilas (who despite the greys was in figure all of Arnold Swarznegger that Korneth had promised) knelt down and kissed Lakia's knuckles once he took her hand in his, not failing to lick them perversely while doing so. "You are a millionfold the beautiful indian that Korneth insisted you were. Perhaps the prettiest of all. And I've ploughed plenty of your kind to be sure. I regret that every one so far wasn't you." "Well, feel free to plunge to whatever depths you like in me tonight," Lakia chuckled. "Calrig may have had my virginity stolen but your son assures me such things don't matter to a man of your intelligence." "A man of intelligence never lets imaginary gateways intrude on fact, and that fact is the wider the hole the better, come sit with me," Heudreilas stripped and Lakia did so as well. The two went directly to his spa, which was set directly in the centre of the lounge room. Candles, chandeliers and leather couches were presented in decorative masses all about the room. Upon a sea of black bear fur reclined several big breasted hookers, wearing the slimmest of bikinis. They said not a word unless called upon to frig either Lakia, Korneth or the Secretary. "These whores are my constant guests," Heudreilas announced after he had ceased gently sucking on one's bulging tit for ten minutes. "I like them since they've travelled the world as a team of wealthy escorts, and every one of their holes can fit three tennis balls." "My tastes are for younger creatures," Lakia announced to him. "As are mine," Korneth assured his father. "Relax children, I know full well what you like. And personally, the younger the better fits my opinion too. Now take a look at what's on the menu for us." He snatched up a remote and after a single press of a button, revealed that the brick wall behind the fire place divided into two, opening up on a hidden room behind it. Above the fire were stacked well over a hundred small cages. A small portion held animals of various species, crammed in together. Another small portion held infants and babies, equally crammed. The majority held children between seven and nine. And the upper rows had compressed into their steel interiors, young teenagers. All captives were also of both the sexes. "Fuck me, you keep a stock," Lakia admired. "That's not my stock, that's nought but tonight's menu and it all has to go," Heudreilas revealed. "Any one of them who are not killed I'll hand over to the police department. Those local cops enjoy a good murderous fuck now and then as reward for their hard work." "Father," Korneth grabbed his father's hand and instructed it to feel and wrap tight around his boner. "Rawedus's drugs have answered by prayer tonight, I have energy to do away with them all. Yet reasonable amount I'll leave to you two of course." "You better boy," Heudreilas laughed, lightly cuffing his son's tool beneath the water. "Alright then Lakia, I should like to see you in action first. You may set eyes upon me in my far increased depravity after witnessing yours has successfully adjusted my mood." The dripping Lakia leapt naked and wet from the spa, signalled to a hooker who brought forth two babies, each one of their mouths attempted to latch onto those giant tits since they were in desperate need of motherly milk. Lakia turned with a naughty grin to her audience. "Watch and learn what a naturally born sadist is all about!" The first baby fell to wailing as, after having snatched up a dagger, she dug free both its eyes. She spat into the empty sockets, then instantly gutted the baby. As the screaming creature's intestines unravelled, Lakia caught up the end of them and slowly pulled them free of the writhing creature. She then used these very gut strings to firmly wrap the other child in a cacoon of its entrails. Finally the first one fell unconscious, then the second was nailed by two daggers within its gut cacoon. Lakia simply drove the spikes through and pushed them deep into the breast of the prostitute who held him. The lady collapsed in pain, a dying, gut spattered baby attached by daggers to her tit. "Fine job, I swear an oath to God himself, you could not have made me more erect Lakia," Heudreilas complimented before nodding to his son. "Get in there Korneth." His offspring climbed out, picked up the dead, gutted baby and fucked the empty socket which had once contained its intestines. Then with his cock utterly blood soaked, he seized the nearest prostitute and ass fucked her while twisting her breasts viciously, in a manner which left blood imprints of his fingers across those skin masses. He relieved tension with a boiling discharge in her rear. "Oh son, I see you spent too soon, you must control yourself," Heudreilas scolded. "Father," Korneth chuckled. "Perhaps you're mistaking me for a male with a real set of balls, who loses energy for passions instantly they unleash. I'm afraid all I've just dropped off is the tip of the load. I must fuck something fresh immediately." "You shall soon," Heudreilas hoisted his boy back into the tub and embuggered him. "Until then, let us revive ourselves while Lakia continues this fantastic show she's putting on for us." "I must have accomplices," Lakia insisted. "If you can provide them good Secretary." "Any age, any gender, you name it." Sticking to her recent experiences in the joy of the hebephilic taste, Lakia requested four twelve year old girls. They emerged instantly they were called for, their names Sheilza, Bloinde, Essiker and Naline. The first was a delicious, auburn haired girl with eyes of steel, a heart of material similar. The second was a child any hebephile would fall head over heels in love with. A smooth skinned blonde with that perfect mixture of sadism and innocence in her glinting eyes. Essiker was a brunette, her body shaped like the demonic form of lust itself. Naline was of the same hair colour, no child's skin more tasty and alabaster than hers. Immediately these recently introduced four joined Lakia in tormenting the following victims she called for. They fastened a thirteen year old black haired beauty to the floor. Shackles kept her ankles and wrists in position. First she endured torments stomach up. Essiker held her in place with a bare foot clamped over her mouth. Meanwhile, Lakia punctured her gut several times with a dagger. Bloinde and Sheilza were both armed with pliers which they used to twist and break off every one of her toes. Naline, with hedge clippers, cut through all her fingers. The girl was turned over, all of Lakia's accomplices then whipping her back viciously with cat o nine tails, soaking the floor beneath her. Lakia instantly sprawled on the sea of tattered flesh which was the mutilated victim's back, insisting she be frigged thereupon. She kissed Naline passionately while Sheilza tongued her cunt and Essiker her ass. After discharging, straddled the victim, a knee beneath each armpit. In this fashion she wrapped her fingers firmly about her neck and began to choke her. At the same time, Bloinde knelt in front of her wielding a hammer, which she used to bash every one of the victim's teeth straight down her throat during the strangulation. Suffering the most horrific pains perhaps mentioned so far, the creature officially died from the worst case of breathing prevention. Rather than removing her from the room, her corpse became a cushion for the other victims. The next was an eight year old girl, shackled upon her corpse and crying already from the wet feel of the bloodied body under her. She was soon shrieking from her own pain however as Lakia ordered her to be deflowered. Each girl had a dildo, Lakia's being the largest. Bloinde drove in first with the smallest and shattered her hymen. Then Essiker, Naline and Sheilza followed in this order, the dildos each girl used increasing steadily in size. Sheilza's reached all the way into her womb. Then when Lakia climbed aboard and encunted her, she drove straight through the womb, guts, stomach and all. The little girl was turned over and fucked anally in a likewise fashion, losing consciousness and failing to wake-up once they got back round to Naline. Once again the corpse was left and the next victim piled atop the two dead girls. This one was a young boy of twelve. He made no complaint at first, being sucked to a raging stiffy by Essiker and given the privilege of licking Sheilza dry of a discharge right above his lips. Yet soon those young quivering cunt lips were removed from his view so he could watch Essiker razor off his testicles. These were forced into his mouth and a dagger held threateningly to his chest by Bloinde, who threatened him with death if he didn't swallow. After he did however, she stabbed him in the heart anyway. Upon the three bodies was then hauled a six year old boy, his every limb bound with rope. His teeth had been extracted prior to their use of him, since the Secretary had an entire section of his pleasure victims toothless for such pleasures. He was instructed to use his tongue on each of the girls wherever they wished. First, every nymphet had her feet and toes licked and sucked by him. Then they all had their cunts thoroughly tongued, their flat tits occasionally as well. Then, when he got to kissing them on the mouth, they'd all spit down his gullet. After this lubricious exercise, he was hung from the celling upside down and thoroughly whipped by each of his young female abusers. After they were all done lashing him, he appeared to be nought but a dangling mass of slashed raw meat. Yet still the breath slithered in and out of him. He was finally killed when Sheilza and Bloinde together aimed their whip strokes at his little throat and lashed his tiny adams apple right out. As he emptied of the remainder of his blood, Lakia watched while being tongued in front and behind by Essiker and Naline. One more delicious spectacle was then designed by that minx. Two morbidly obese captives, both of them rapists plucked fresh from a jail, were brought forth into the centre of the room, sobbing loudly. They were shackled upon their heavy stomachs, completely naked and rippling with fear all over like some form of giant, wild creature. At first they appeared to be in utter Heaven, with this small troop of naked nymphets dancing around them. They eagerly tongued whatever pussy, ass or body piece was offered them from the young girls, believing submission would get them out of this. That didn't last long however. Two pots of boiling water were placed between their flabby legs. Directly into them their swollen testicles dropped and they commenced screaming most viciously. From in front, Sheilza and Bloinde were armed with strap-ons which they first used to squash their eyes to blindness, then to gently fuck the sockets, avoiding plunging into the brain. Meanwhile their flab everywhere else was lashed until it was plastered with blood all over, thus resulting in two immense bulks of tender crying flesh upon the floor. "Let's do away with what remains of their junk," Lakia insisted, having two viciously tortured bloodhounds released from their cages. Together, the dogs savaged the sobbing captives between their legs and tore what remained of their genitals to shreds. Yet after having relieved them of their junk, the dogs didn't get far before two of Lakia's accomplices snatched up the pots of boiling water roasting the rapist's balls and poured them out over the dogs features. The two animals dashed off in their maddening agony while the torture resumed on the fat captives. Two surgeons were called in to aid with this next operation. Acting with perfection, they plunged in knives and viciously dashed and sliced about the base of the rapist's spines, until the tailbones were visible. Then making one team of three, Lakia included, and another team of two, the girls commenced a little tugging game. They grabbed ahold of the tailbones and yanked hard upon them. With the surgeons as constant aid, who made all the necessary cuts and slices in the flab of the victim's backs, the girls succeeded in literally ripping free the spines of the two captives. Finally those two prisoners sagged and became dead lumps smothering the corpses of the other victims beneath them. Lakia turned with a grin and presented the spines to the Secretary, taking a bow along with her four nymphet cast. "Fucking God!," Heudreilas screamed, yanking free of his son's bowel where he had been lodged this whole time and revealed to the eyes of the girls a member which now erected at least seven inches. "Your skill has done the trick my darling Lakia. My weapon is now afloat and must be kept that way." Understanding his need, the young Sheilza took knees before him and sucked the head of his cock gently, careful not to make it spurt but to merely irritate. As she did this, Korneth leapt from the spa and walked silently over to Lakia, whispering down her ear canal. "Father's truly fired up now. You've done it. You've initiated Heudreilas into the state he requires to unleash his super passion. Do enjoy the show." "I shall," Lakia responded while the man her performance had satisfied called both her and his son over. "Follow me to the dining hall, it is only there I can unveil to you the complexity of my passion," the proud Secretary of Defence guided them in that very direction. Once enclosed within a room entirely dark save for the red wax candles at the four corners of the dining table, Lakia and Korneth onlooked from the blackness the activities of the monster whose presence they were in. "Strap her down," he ordered his servants who firmly shackled a crying ten year old girl to the table. She possessed piercing blue eyes and the finest of all delicate features granted the small brunette females of the world. She was naked save for the stained blue shirt she wore, courtesy of those who decided she keep such minimal clothing after her kidnapping. The servants retired and left him alone with the child, who he fondled and sucked on every square inch of her body. For close to twenty minutes he suckled her mouth dry of all its saliva. "I need another girl!," Heudreilas suddenly demanded. A second was sent in, the twin sister of the first just to double his cruelty. She looked toward her captive sibling and sobbed just as heavily, yet did all she could for her tormentor in the slim chance kindness would get them out of this. "Shove those delicate ten year old fingers into my rectum." She stood in silent awe, scarcely deciphering. "That means my asshole little bitch!," he roared, frothing at the mouth. "Shove those tiny fingers in before I shove mine in yours and forever wound your shitting realm!" Keeping up her sobs, she managed to push near to three fingers into the man's well sodomized ass. Groaning from this extra stimulation, he suddenly parted the legs of the girl on the table and drove ball-deep into her childish cunt, which he'd had multiple times raped prior to this. Her cries were piercing, causing her sister to withdraw her fingers in horror, frightened that she was encouraging her sister's attacks (which quite simply she was, against her will or not.) To this the Secretary spun around without leaving the first girl and punched the child hard in the face. She was knocked off her feet and gained them again dizzily, cradling her bleeding mouth while returning her fingers into the cruel man's rectum. The same man who was viciously humping her sister and destroying her wide vaginal canal, flooding that table with her blood. "Oh yeah little whore, shake your fingers in there while I break your pathetic sister's body!," he bellowed. He kept this up until he'd broken the one on the table, yet quite impressively, had withheld shedding a drop of his genuine orgasm liquid. He slipped free of her pussy, crawled over to the other end of the table and turned to face her sister, ordering the one strapped thereupon to suck his cock while he spoke to her. He poised a knife straight at the cunt of the restrained child sucking him. "I want you to suck all your fingers you just used to frig my asshole kid. Do it now or I fuck your sister with this." Screaming in horror and trying to force her disgust away, the little girl managed to take long sucks of each foul tasting finger. Did this help her sister's situation? Not at all. For the secretary fucked her with the knife right before her eyes, slashing free her tiny clitoris and destroying the vaginal canal. So deep did he cut it that a rush of piss simply broke free out of that torn hole. Of course he luckily remembered to pull his cock from her throat before the bite reflex of the victim would relieve him of his precious instrument. Her sister sobbed and fell to her knees in defeat, instantly removing the fingers from her mouth she so regretted sucking. "I don't think so bitch!," Heudreilas roared, his eyes all aflame with madness. "You're going to worship my ass and like it!" He ordered her up on the table or else he'd dig the knife into her sister's heart. The child obeyed, also tonguing his anus with as little restraint as she could manage, committing her every fibre to attempting to save her sister. Sighing pleasurably as he felt the child's tongue at work, Heudreilas buried his face in her twin's cunt and drenched his features in the abundance of blood and urine he'd made out of it. He briefly stopped to order extra participants, none other than his audience. "Son, Lakia, over here now! Do what you may provided you don't kill them. But I do need them crippled." "We'll manage that," Korneth chuckled as he had the shackled sister suck him. He growled to her, "if you don't bite I'll do it as softly as possibly. But if you bite or worse... if you make me cum, I'll crush your bones to dust, slowly." Terrified beyond belief, the girl sucked him so viciously that he dumped down her throat in no second. Laughing as he pulled free, he set about crushing her ankles in vices. While he did so, Heudreilas fucked her bloody cunt. As for the other girl, she struggled to keep her sister alive by tonguing his anus. Yet during this, she was horrifically teased and mocked by Lakia, who was sawing through her Achilles tendons with a dagger. "Keep licking little cow. I'm just ensuring you'll never walk again for the rest of your life." At last these delicious ceremonies were concluded and Heudreilas instructed all accomplices to back off. Both crippled little girl's he hurled on the table. With a hammer he repeatedly struck their hands, smashing them into broken, twisted fingerfulls of nerve searing agony. So thus, they certainly didn't require restraints. They weren't going anywhere now. Leaping upon the table, he threw himself at one of them and slid himself inside her thoroughly depucelated bowel. Then, wielding a meat clever, he viciously stabbed repeatedly at her sister's face. He knocked out eyes, lacerated her tongue, slashed her gums and punched out her teeth. As he thoroughly mutilated her, he felt his cock begin to take on the very first threads of an orgasmic movement. Swift as lightening, he pulled free of that crying sister's rectum and tackled the mutilated one. He plunged home into that tortured child's ass while, still with the knife, he launched the same facial attack upon the child he'd just finished fucking. Her cries as he blinded her, slashed open her nostrils then forced her to deepthroat the knife gave rise to a particular boiling in his cock he certainly couldn't keep down any longer. He thus unleashed a hot spray into one sibling's rectum while continuing to facially scar the other. He finally collapsed upon both broken, scarcely living victims, breathing heavily from his own exhaustion. "Oh how brutality weakens me, once it's brought my seed out. Please forgive me girls." He kissed their decimated features, licked their eye sockets, then breathed a soft humming murmur which sounded too distinctly religious to ignore. "I repent Christ. I'm so sorry." Lakia cast a concerned look at Korneth who leaned in to whisper to her. "Yes, my fantastic father was bound to have one fault. Here it is. I told you he was impressed with Father Rawedus depucelating me for him. Well as a matter of fact, those two have been friends for a good long time since before I was born. And unfortunately, too long were the two of them good clean souls together that religion has burned its horrific mark so deep in my father's soul he can't rub it out, not even after the shocking depravity you've seen executed here." "He believes in God? In eternal punishment? What a fucking idiot," Lakia snickered. "He tries to stifle that belief as best he can when with company, but the truth is he believes it far more than the bullshit he recently spoke to you, about pucelages meaning nothing. The truth is, he's always had a rule where he never takes his victim's virginity for he believes it cleanses him of a major role in the crime. It's got nothing to do with passion or preference at all I'm afraid. He hates wide cunts and asses just as much as the next man. But he never selects the tight one for the following reason he once spoke to me. `A man can viciously slaughter a thousand female children to death. Yet as long as he's not their first lover, the sin shall never be as immense as he who carries on his shoulder the weight of having officially stolen a child's innocence.' Thus, you see the result of this stupidity. He'll indulge in the sweetest pleasures yet has not once permitted himself a depucelating save with my old deceased mother upon their marriage bed." "What a hypocritical, mentally deficient freak!," Lakia tried her best to keep her voice lowered while Heudreilas was busy ordering in a priest to carry away the bloodied bodies of the two slaughtered children. "If I had known your father was going to surprise me with a fault as severe as this, I would have never made myself sound like I held him preferable to Calrig." "Dear Lakia," Korneth sighed, licking the disappointed girl's face affectionately. "The fault may just very well add to the fortune of your position. He has a great weakness with his Christian faith. Were you to get on his good side, where he to take you under his wing, then always will you be able to twist him around your finger with his fear of God. You could get him to do horrific things for you. Unimaginable things. And will he be in a position to say no? Certainly not. Not when you can threaten him with fictional nonsense. Not when you can announce that you'll walk right into a church and make Jesus swear an oath to send him straight to Hell. Even more advantageous is the fact he's never picked up a Bible in his life. He knows none of the rules. All that's tainting him is this horrific little mark of terror toward the whole `what if there is a God?' idea. And that one fault can have the man you only a second ago believed to be at the feet of, grovelling right there on the ground at your feet instead." Lakia turned, embraced her friend and savagely kissed him. "Oh my fucking God fucking Jesus's ass! You have just made me so wet with those ideas. I love you Korneth. That you would sacrifice your father's happiness for mine has got me dripping down my legs. Observe." She lifted her dress. "Fuck me now Korneth. You must fuck me. I want that beautiful artificial semen of yours pouring out of my every hole." And how she did indeed suck that boy, jerked him off, stuffed him into her ass, guided him into her cunt and finally permitted him to wash her with his ejaculation all over her belly. "You fatigued yet?," she giggled with a faceful of his sperm. "Close to it honey, but even your majestic charm can never empty my artificial supply entirely. You've taken a few brickloads off though. Thank you my sweet." The two turned innocently in their disarray toward the Secretary of Defence, now entirely clothed and repentant, that prick of his not oozing forth one more immoral, child-lusting drip. "Both your company has been utterly pleasurable. Thank you son. And you too Lakia. But I must call it a night and retire now. My live presence harms the Earth a lot less when I'm asleep." He bid them goodbye and they gave him a happy wave and salute as well. Before leaving, just to show she was not at all dissuaded and still very much his to own, Lakia knelt down and kissed his trousers, right on the crotch area where his cock had recently deflated. She heard him sigh miserably as he felt the evil re-enter him upon that little touch. "Goodbye sir," she chuckled warmly, letting the heat of her girlish breath hover over the area to ignite it into a dozen wet dreams. Then she stood and left with Korneth, both of them chuckling about their future plans of cruelly deceiving a weak Christian soul during their entire nightly walk home. Chapter 8 The Secretary, passing several days in the immensity of his work, seemed repentant enough to avoid hosting another party as the prior one for nearly a month. During which time Korneth frequently visited Lakia so that, alone, they may hatch further plans and experience lubricious pleasures in each others company. "My cock has steadily risen with a demand for children today," Korneth chuckled, showing Lakia its immense size. "I know it well and right now it is demanding only female kids between seven and nine." "We shall satisfy it then, I'm sure Calrig will have the means ready," Lakia chuckled. Within two hours, a group of little girls from the local school, freshly kidnapped, were brought into the penthouse living room. There were various kinds of these precious little bodies, from black haired darlings to brunette sweethearts. Amongst them all Lakia had herself frigged on the promise she'd let them go if they obeyed instructions. Korneth stimulated himself alone while watching her. "Alright, time for some sacrifices," he declared, laying hands on the most beautiful of black haired specimens. From this precious little child he managed to wring her name, Lucilda. Her pale body was a temple of which only the most devoted kisses and licks ought to be laid. Taking her by the hand, Korneth enjoyed encunting her, shooting a mass of boiling seed inside her, a small pumping of her hips was all that was required. "How old are you sweetcheeks?," he inquired. "Eight sir," Lucilda murmured, her dark eyes sparkling with something like a romantic attachment. She had only shed a few tears, that of which Korneth hungrily yet softly lapped up before resuming his questioning. "You've done this before haven't you? I know by God that I've taken your maidenhead. But the way you just brought the fuck pouring from me... who's my lucky predecessor?" "My brother," Lucilda replied gently. "He's thirteen, nowhere near as big as you, but he wanted to practice on me. He's so kind with me though, I've never actually bled when he fucked me." "Oh, well I am sorry for the rude intrusion," Korneth kissed her mouth and enjoyed the return of his passionate kiss with a little tongue involved. "Your brother has taught you the arts well my dear Lucilda. Say, what is it you think of the rest of your classmates? Brought here captive with you." "I fucking hate them," Lucilda admitted straight out. "They're so cruel to me, they call me a dumb redneck." "Is that so my sweetie? You in your sweet white blouse and cute little coal coloured shoes? That is unjust. Unjust indeed. Only a goddess handles pricks as well as you do. And you my ever dearest child, have just earned your way into my kind ownership. My protection as well." "Thank you very much sir," the young Lucilda replied. "Call me Korneth. And now, since there is certain to be no reason to hide this from you, the troop brought here with you must be massacred in the most inventive ways. Have you any ideas?" It suddenly turned out that Lucilda packed more ideas than Lakia and her protector put together. Upon the weak, seven year old brunette of the pack, Lucilda demanded she have her eyes cut out, her ear canals packed full of needles, then her forearms and shins cut off. Such an inventive, lubricious torture from a mind so young. They instantly put it into action. The child was tossed into a corner in that severed state after her wounds were cauterized. Lucilda also insisted she be kept alive as long as possible. Lakia was happy to take this evil little girl up on that offer. In one of the penthouse spare rooms, used more as a dungeon where she kept several long term tortured animals, Lakia chained up the child victim. Very much alive she remained until starvation killed her. Hearing report of how her torture turned out, Lucilda insisted after they were kind enough to return her home, that she visit them again. A new batch were captured a week from then, Korneth's little girl lust only enhancing in the presence of his new little friend. Lakia was equally awoken to Heaven by the presence of this child who frigged like a professional. Thus her child lust was also stimulated by the aid of this new, cruel little minx. Soon they were an inseparable team, Lakia, Korneth and Lucilda. And to recount of their most infamous deed together is to provide you details on the following. I daresay in comparison to this, it would be quite hard for any of those three to worsen their crimes. It took place in the penthouse living room, where Calrig had assembled for them every manner of death machine it was in his power and availability to offer. Lakia insisted it of him, thinking quite smartly that if she were to betray him in the near future, best to make use of the man's every resource while she had the chance. And thus, with an entire second grade class chained up before them just for their uses, those three went to work. A pigtailed blonde, only seven years of age, was tied upon a steel bench, her wrists and ankles hooked into cuffs. Leaping upon the bench with her, Lucilda lifted her skirts and set her bare, alabaster little ass down upon the other child's features, smothering her and feeling her young anus massaged by her nose. Meanwhile, rotating a wheel alongside it, Lakia activated this famous torture method. Those cuffs, attached to chains, expanded outwards and stretched her limbs. The wheel continuously rotated, Korneth adding extra muscle where it was required, permitted the chains to keep yanking on those cuffs until the child's shoulders were torn from their sockets and her thighs ripped away from her pelvis. "Oh, feels so good," Lucilda moaned, her ass nicely tickled by the victim's smothered screams and furiously shaking features. In her screams, the child had involuntarily flicked her tongue about and better licked the other child's anus than she could have were the stimulation voluntary. Now entirely aroused, Lucilda leaned forward, still keeping her ass above the victim's visage, and started to mutilate her vagina with scissors. The end result was the snipping of her clitoris right off, by which time the delicate creature her ass was smothering had lost consciousness. They managed to revive her for embuggery, turning her upon her stomach upon that bench. Korneth thrust home into her ass, spurting his seed therein while having Lucilda tongue his mouth and Lakia lick his anus. Then Lakia and Lucilda both took their turns with strap-ons, fiercely slamming home into the tortured kid's cunt so many times that when they finally knocked her unconscious yet again, she was incapable of being revived. "Next," Korneth giggled, having a girl of ten tied to the bench, stomach down this time. He adopted the method Lakia had seen executed on several dogs a few weeks ago, after having been informed of how it worked. Into the child's bowel he shoved an igniting metal stick, pressing the button at the base to erupt the opposing end into a flame within. So not only was embuggery exceedingly painful with such an unyielding straight object, but once lodged soundly home it commenced cooking her entrails. There was much thrashing and screaming, which was silenced by Lucilda knocking out her teeth with a hammer, then Lakia cutting out her tongue. After Korneth's method finally caused her to give up the ghost, Lakia and Lucilda both fucked her in the eye sockets with their strap-on weaponry. Korneth dashed over and knelt down behind them as they worked, moving from ass to ass with devoted kisses. "So delicious," he groaned, burying his face now in the tight caramel rear of Lakia, then in the tight white one of Lucilda. So aroused was he that he discharged on the backs of their ankles while doing so, giving their heels a nice coating. "Would you calm down," Lakia scolded, slapping his instrument as soon as he stood up. "Shoot any more and it will deflate. We need as much artificial seed left in you as possible to get through such an immense batch of victims." The next was a triple job, entirely artistic beyond measure from start to finish. We shall first acquaint you with the delicate looks of these three little victims who participated, for without doubt it will ensure the experience of understanding their undoing all the more titillating. The first was a brunette six year old, more than slightly chubby yet not in a manner which destroyed childish beauty. She being your everyday random kid with a humorous personality, her cries were unusually distinct and all the more amusing for her tormentors. The second was one of those shy, rosy cheeked darlings who appeared so delicate a touch of your finger would bring forth a mild scream. She was seven and blessed with hair nearly as dark and almost as beautiful as the young Lucilda's. The third was a freckled redhead and quite hideous. Eight years of age, covered in bruises from frequent bullying. Her death would indeed be more than amusing, for as if her life hadn't been sufficiently miserable already? These three were brought forth. Korneth depucelated each one in both her holes, refraining from discharge. Yet to add insult to numerous injury already, he didn't depucelate the last. He simply punched her while firmly fucking the others. Then having them strung to the celling by their wrists, he caught up a bull's pizzle, gave two others to his co-tormentors and the three of them beat the backs of the screaming kids until their flesh blushed blood red from neck nape to ankle rear. "Right, time to kill these annoying little cunts," Korneth roared, blood lust nearly seeping from his eyes. Lakia and Lucilda bullied, kicked, punched and tormented the victims into the following poses. Each were touching their toes with their asses in full view to the hungry Korneth. "Ah, the anus's of girl children give me the greatest need to plunge in deep, to devour," Korneth murmured this as he went from one to the next, tonguing all three exceedingly deep in the bowel. "Alright!," he finally declared, drawing away with a smirk. "Let's commence the dog fucking." Whereupon three bull mastiffs, each of them membered with the fiercest cocks, were released from their cages. Having recently been fed viagra, they charged and plunged into the three inviting holes before them. How indeed those children made a screaming racket as the second had her ass violated by a dog cock and the two others their cunts. After letting the dogs hump them a while and obtain their position, a whole network of chains hoisted the three children and their fuckers high off the ground. The wailing was severe on both the parts of the girls and the dogs lodged inside them. One by one the dogs tore free, yet utterly destroying the bowels of their bitches as their swollen knots tore free from the holes encasing them. Instantly Lakia and Lucilda attacked the fallen dogs with whips and knives, killing all three with the upmost concern for advancing their agonies. Korneth had the screaming children lowered back to the floor before him and examined the holes the recent act had bloodied. He had it repeated with a new set of dogs, only this time they lodged themselves in the opposite, intact and more inviting holes. So the girl who had her ass torn now got her cunt ripped in the second round, and the two with the ripped cunts got their asses decimated. As prior the previous case, the fallen dogs were slain viciously by Lakia and Lucilda. So now all three of their victims had nothing between their thighs and butt cheeks but a pair of weeping red holes. Or perhaps `caverns' is the more appropriate term. But alas all the more for them, what had occurred so far was merely preparation. Leaving them to rest a while in their agony, the three of them took a lunch break, during which Korneth showed his deep appreciation for his two accomplices by providing both Lakia and Lucilda with a dedicated pedicure. So wonderfully did he design their precious little feet that it was indeed hard to keep his mouth anywhere but upon them. Returning then to the stinging ass and aching cunted victims, they grabbed ahold of each one for the next stage. The poor children were stacked into a pile, one atop the other so the redhead was at the base and the six year old at its summit. Tied firmly in this position, their tormentors invaded their wombs and bowels yet again, only this time with flaming torches. They followed this by filling the crevasses full of nails them emptying them out several times, tearing them further. By the end of this, all their lower orifices were so hideously in ruin that their contents were utterly rearranged and beyond repair. Moaning, groaning, wailing yet still very much alive from the front, it was here Korneth and his girlfriends applied vicious strikes with cat o nine tails, keeping at it until hair fell in clumps and the raw scalps were visible. "Alright, let's wrap this up before they perish," Lakia encouraged. They did just that in the following manner. As Lucilda hacked out their eyes, sliced off ears, knocked out teeth and ripped their noses with a pair of the sharpest knives, both Lakia and Korneth wielded chainsaws. They diced them up in neat intervals, starting at the base to keep them alive as long as possible. Korneth severed off all their feet at the ankles, then Lakia swiped her chainsaw down the pile and split open all their knees. Korneth then sent his weapon screaming through their waists, and Lakia followed by swiping hers cleanly through that pile of torsos. And in this fashion they finally got to the heads. Lakia knelt and sucked Korneth while Lucilda fucked his ass with a dildo. This encouragement brought the final burst of sexual rage out of Korneth and he came simultaneous to the act of dropping his chainsaw through their necks and severing the heads of three female children at once. "Holy shit," he bellowed, utterly blood spattered beside his two equally soaked young beauties. "Now I do indeed admit, this last one has fatigued me a little." "We'll wake you up, not to worry," Lakia giggled, forcing him to his knees then grabbing savagely ahold of his ears, rubbing his nose in her dripping cunt. She then turned him over to Lucilda who presented one of her delicious, recently pedicured feet, that of which he mouthed and sucked most energetically. In less time than it takes to tell, the weapon was receiving a blood rush again. "Alright!," Korneth bellowed, his mouth now throbbing. "Tie down any child and I'll fuck her wild!" In this current state, he was soon restored and lost yet another two loads, yet not after having depucelated every cunt remaining. As for the asses, they were widened by the dildo effects of Lakia and Lucilda together. "Right," Korneth chuckled as he did what he could to frig himself back awake after so many vigorous contacts and explosions. "I've fucked all, so I now may kill all." Whereupon the most delicious, mass execution was initiated on the remainder of the grade schoolers. Armed with knives, Lakia and Lucilda charged through the crowds of restrained little girls, slashing, stabbing and biting. They cut off clits, slit stomachs, mutilated faces. Korneth charged in next with a bull whip, striking savagely enough to crack bones. Then the three charged in again, randomly kicking and stomping on every bone or piece of flesh available. So wounded were the kids from these common abuses that they were drenching the floor in their tears. "Fuck you girls put me in the worst of savage lubricious states," Korneth groaned, grabbing ahold of Lakia and fucking her cunt before discharging in Lucilda's. The two girls frigged themselves dry during it as well. "Oh God be fucking damned," Korneth growled, grabbing his finally limp tool which had plopped from the tight vice of Lucilda's pussy where apparently the last of its loads had been dumped. "If I have any hope of bringing out one final shot," the sweat drenched boy sighed, "this final torture will have to be the most horrific of all my sweeties." And indeed it was, the ultimate infamy they could come up with. Calling in a team of professional doctors and surgeons Calrig kept handy for such a job, the remaining live female children were stripped of their outer skin layers. After two hours of work, during which Korneth had his girlfriends fit his limp cock into their cunts until it had grown once again, the three returned to see success had been granted. Ten little girls, utterly red and raw, had their interiors exposed to the bare air. All the suits of sin from beneath their necks to their toes had been cleanly shaven off. They were chained yet again in this horrible state and Korneth simply masturbated as he watched both Lakia and Lucilda whip them with cat o nine tails, spraying extra large blood puddles all over the floor this time. Then Korneth joined those two in battering the victims with the flaming torches. Scarcely alive, the girls were hauled across the penthouse floor toward their final doom. A bare room was reserved for them in their last stages. One by one they were flung inside it and the doors firmly locked behind them once all ten were caged within. Yet occupying the room with them, was an entirely endless swarm of starved rats. These viciously hungry creatures were soon swarming those red skinned beauties in a monstrous, merciless flood. When later they'd be inspected on, only bones with very few blood droplets remained. It was seldom rats had enjoyed a better feast. The battle between the rats and the skinned girls was all the while watched from a window looking into the room. Lakia and Lucilda had themselves licked in both holes to copious discharges by a team of servants. Korneth meanwhile fucked the mouth of one of the severed child's heads from the earlier game, dumping his last discharge of the day amongst the mess of the rear of her throat. He collapsed to the floor exhausted, kissing the feet of Lakia and Lucilda goodnight before he slept. They continued to watch the show yet finally collapsed from discharge exhaustion as well, cuddling into him on either side. The servants carried the three of them naked into Lakia's master bedroom, tucking them in together. How pleasurable indeed was it for Korneth to awaken the next day to the sight of Lakia and Lucilda performing a 69 before his very eyes. They continuously changed places and he fucked the ass of whatever girl was on top. After this morning routine having brought them back into the realm of lubricity afresh, they dressed for breakfast, over which they would discuss the plotting of further infamies. A week from then, the Defence Secretary demanded the presence of their entire recent troop. Not just that, yet he also insisted Lakia bring along as much company as it were possible. He'd never forgive her were she to neglect inviting a single friend. She managed to avoid Deliana, still being more than mildly cautious of her delivering word to her uncle that she was visiting another government giant. Yet on a sworn oath they wouldn't open their lips to anyone, she brought along Calinile, Sidresa and Risilina. Three additions to the usual troop she was now hanging around with, which was of course herself, Lucilda and Korneth. The six of them arrived aroused and ready to please the all mighty Heudreilas. He awaited them in the dining hall, now entirely lit up with a grand feast prepared in the honor of his three guests. The first was Congressman Helvus, a man of slim figure, wide eyes and a mouth full of strange teeth pointed in the devil's fashion. The second was the elderly Senator Rigus, crinkled in everything including his tiny member. The third, by far the most important, was known as Klorbini. He was two immense things. The first being the fact he was among the NSA's most important agents. The second was the fact that, in a brief absence, he was filling in for the NSA director himself. Tonight was his only night free from the job and Klorbini, the muscular and well endowed creature he was, needed to dedicate this time specifically to cool the heat to his prick his irritating business suit always caused. And he'd do just that with the plucking of several flowers. "I couldn't care less whether you girls are virgins or not, I shall depucelate many later," were the first words of Klorbini as he fondled the young Risilina, first with his eyes then with his soft government hands. "My word, what a tight little anus. This thing could rip off my finger tip," he mused as he inserted his forefinger into the child's anus. Risilina giggled yet was clearly uncomfortable. "Calm down Klorbini," Helvus insisted, yanking harshly on his muscular arm to get the immense political and sexual fiend to sit at the table yet again. "There'll be plenty more time for that once the booze has slurred our words too much. Until then, I think discussions of National Security come first, since they are the basis of our little meeting here." The discussion drew on in the same boring tone of politics, Lakia only lending ear to the most interesting things to advance from the mouths of the three new guests. "Chastising the pricks of the common population is all that can keep our own flowing," Rigus was chuckling. "Why, super perverts like us accomplish enough infamies for the world to be satisfied between the balance of good and evil. Nature smiles on us, for we can commit far more crimes in our superior number, than could the whole population were you to make them the void of laws. Thus, it is only the common, bored and angry little perverts who we chain that dare complain of our restrictions. That dare advocate freedom from the law. Why, if there were no law, the death toll of young vulnerable children and women would actually plummet. We keep it very much afloat with all our numerous libertine pleasures. I do not understand how it is so, but I must say a mass of savagers can never accomplish what a single Hitler can." "I shall enlighten you on that fact then dear Senator," Helvus replied. "It is because men of our statue possess the intellect to design infamies of what the average pervert cannot. Were you to release mankind from its shackles, you'd find the most infamous deeds accomplished would be nought but a few lonely bastards sleeping with underaged girls. Yet, with the illusion of civilization we confuse the public with, we men of more inventive minds can commit infamies on such a mass scale that Nature will always be satisfied. Which is why, since I disposed of my first wife, it has always been my motto to never fuck brutally unless you take it all the way to murder. Otherwise your crime is mild, pathetic, and not at all something you're worthy of possessing the right to commit." "Alas for all the molesters and rapists in jail then," Klorbini giggled. "Yet after all, it is not as if they don't deserve to be there. Any father can fuck his daughter, but is it a crime worthy of Nature? Hardly, for the daughter may even enjoy it. I can't tell you how many crying, screaming pairs of incestuous lovers I've broken up, the childish victims frequently wanting to stay with their abusers. Now is that at all a crime of cruelty on the part of the abuser? This innocent, passionate lover of his daughter our silly morality dare terms an apparent `abuser,' has his molested daughter's love still in the palm of his hand. So thus he deserves all the jail time he gets, crying while being ass raped by his fellow prisoners and leaving behind his child, crying night after night in a lonely bed at a rehabilitation hospital, longing not for treatment but instead her father's embrace." "I guess in your career you've split up a lot of families like that," Helvus chuckled. Klorbini nodded. "Yes, I was referring to many factual experiences in my last example. Plenty of innocent fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, brothers and sisters, although they may have been incestuous, were nought but virtuous souls on the whole. So can their acts be called outrageous crimes? Hardly. Now take a look at me. Simply take a long examination of my civilized, successful life, and you'll discover here and there that I've been the father of a grand total of nine daughters in whole. Every single one of my offspring I have fucked yet also killed. That is certainly what can be termed infamous crimes of incest! Especially since most of my daughters were in toddlerhood when I packed their bowels full of my cock meat and severed off their delicate little heads during my discharge." "Ha!," Rigus chuckled. "And meanwhile morality pays men like you to arrest and ruin the lives of the petty criminals." "It is a trap the USA will never pull itself out of," Klorbini chuckled. "And conservatism only shuts their eyes tighter to our doings, which is why I'll advocate conservatism until the very day comes that I'm buried in the ground. But I take comfort in the fact I'll outdo the records of several tyrants by then." "Well...," Heudreilas groaned all of a sudden, having gotten hard beneath the table abruptly. "How about you prove your extent of evil right now." "Will do," was Klorbini's fast reply, having barely managed to keep down his appetite as long as he had. He snatched up a tiny golden bell and gave it a swift ring. In marched a team of seven victims, each one of them teenage girls between fourteen and sixteen, all with inflated bellies. "These little bitches are holding the seed of junkies and delinquents in their stomachs. Getting pregnant at such an age has caused immense dishonour to their families, thus only through a jail sentence did their parentage believe their redemption would turn out perfected. Their own mothers called the cops on them, thus their own mothers killed them. Cops don't care much for delinquent bitches and will hand any over to us when we demand it of them." "What is your passion good sir?," Lakia inquired. "I'm glad you asked sweetie," Klorbini kissed her several times before encouraging her to grip the handle of a cat o nine tail. He at the same time had a bulls pizzle given to Sidresa, a club to Lucilda, a baseball bat to Calinile and a stiletto to her sister. "My most prized passion is to see young females destroy other young females. Yet always must the victims be laden with fruit for my cock to rise correctly. Go at it my darlings." Giggling like the insane little bitches they were, Lakia and her three friends instantly attacked the seven pregnant girls shackled in place with their bellies in full exposure. Sidresa battered the foetus out of one, Risilina stabbed another to death within the stomach that held it, Calinile all the while bashing another one's stomach in. Lakia lashed two others until they fell under the effects of miscarriage and Lucilda used her club to utterly decimate the belly of the last. All the while the healthy young girls tore at the victims, the politicians gathered about the table all vigorously masturbated at the sight. "Oh I need fuckery now badly," Klorbini insisted, grabbing Lakia and spearing into her cunt. "Me too," Helvus simultaneously insisted. He buried his face amid Calinile's ass and sucked contently on that little anus while fucking the tighter vice of her young sister's behind. Lakia's cat o nine tails were snatched up by Lucilda who gave Helvus a vicious sixty lashes while he worked, only stimulating the Congressmen all the more with the pain infliction. As she lashed him, Rigus was rubbing his flaccid old weapon against her buttocks, hoping with all his might that the feel of childish humps beneath his shrivelled thing would cause it to awaken. It might have indeed done so with any other old pedophile. But the misfortunes of being granted anything you've ever wanted at the snap of a finger made the task difficult for Rigus, who compared to his other infamies was now taking the mere feel of childish flesh for granted. "Permit me help you good sir," Korneth laughed, shoving his sixteen year old cock into the old man's shrivelled behind. Not only was it quite amusing that the perverted kid would do absolutely anything, but Lakia simultaneously had a rush of curious thoughts fly through her head while the temporary NSA director was fucking her. Korneth only kills what he has fucked. Does this mean that fabulous boy of mine has plans to do away with the Senator? Yet it wasn't as if his efforts in the old gentlemen's bowel were for nought. Since against that pale buttocks of the Congressman's whipper, his weapon had managed to grow to half its length. Gritting his teeth he swore he'd fuck the ass he was rubbing against before the night was out. Finally fucking the murderers of those pregnant girls finally ceased to amuse them any further and the group decided to advance onto other matters. Klorbini announced. "Congressmen, we shall cover your passion next, which is by far even more advanced than my most favourite I have just demonstrated. Is that not true good sir?" Helvus chuckled, withdrawing from Risilina where he had seemed desperate to bury his fuck. "Indeed, I must show it to these delicious girls before I discharge." "Before we repair into the next room however, I have a pressing question," Klorbini turned to Heudreilas. "Why is it our fine Defence Secretary hasn't lodged his weapon into any hole as of yet." "I'm saving everything," he announced plainly, firm in his reply yet allowing a flash of panic to seep through his eyes. "Ha," Klorbini teased. "Surely you're not afraid of a little early discharging Secretary? Take note that you're not yet at Rigus's age where such an occurrence is rare and precious." "Perhaps it's for another reason," Lakia couldn't resist putting in, sharing a smirk with Korneth. "Maybe he's in fear of the consequences of his actions." "Consequences?," Klorbini looked confused. "My sweetheart, you speak a foreign word to us. In our position we need not even acquaint ourselves with the definition of consequence." "Referring namely to the realm of the afterlife," Lakia mocked with a little giggle. She enjoyed the fact that the Secretary's eyes widened so far they nearly dropped from his skull. Yet ultimately, the whole thing developed into a room full of laughter, no one hurt by it save Heudreilas. Paranoid that they'd discover his foolish faith, he instantly insisted he was simply saving himself to enjoy the last passion of the night. Yet clearly none of the intellectuals present held the slightest belief that Heudreilas was the sort to sink so much as knee-deep into Christian babble. "Come on now," Calinile then dared encouraged the important folk forward. "I must see this passion of the man who dares sniff my ass while fucking my sister." "You'll enjoy it very much so honey," Helvus promised, passionately kissing nearly every female in the room before the group followed him into the next of the mansion's pleasure chambers. Everything had previously been prepared for him. The crowd had simply to onlook and frig each other while he indulged in his passion. The three men had themselves sucked by Calinile, Risilina and Lucilda, who'd occasionally pause of course to turn around and glimpse the events occurring at their rears. Meanwhile Sidresa knelt behind them and frigged those three suckers from the rear, watching Helvus at work over her shoulder. With almost as good a view of the events as the three politicians, Lakia and Korneth operated from the rear. She'd lash the viewers while Korneth would embugger whichever one of the three men called for a prick in their ass. Of course, seeing in this latest event that he fucked all three, Lakia briefly dropped the suspicions that he was planning to do away with any of them. The room was set in the following design for Helvus. Two women in their twenties hung naked upside down from the celling, latched into position by the cuffs about their ankles. Their hair fell to the floor in uncontained floods. Those creamy white buttocks, all tender and vulnerable, were displayed to the vicious attacks of the libertine. All the while frigged by a third woman (a black haired and blue eyed female at the commencing of her twenties), Helvus leapt at those women, attaching his mouth to their asses and biting them deep. The screaming victims, their ankles attached to machinery, were then rotated around so frontwise they could be exposed to his attacks. He mauled their breasts with vicious intent, coming away with chunks of flesh filling his throat. "By holy fuck!," he bellowed, spitting out both blood and flesh clumps with his insisting roar. "These bitches must be cut so they leak profusely!" He had an extra two female assistants, both exposing their asses to his fondling while they operated, slit the victims down the torso, commencing at the cunt and ceasing at the throat. While blood and internals gushed forth without restraint, his frigger aimed his cock so it blew semen onto the wounds freshly cut. "By God I'm not done yet," the Congressmen insisted. Falling to her knees in front of him, his beautiful accomplice stimulated his member with the most delicate tickles, pinches, rubs and sucks. Soon entirely at full length yet again, he embuggered her while the celling machinery had the two victims brought up upon either side of them, compressing them fiercely. Two beautiful brunettes around fifteen years entered during this ceremony, armed with bull whips. They furiously lashed the dangling bodies from the rear. And thus, those slit bellied women were so heavily struck and lashed that they spilled their internals in a flood through the crevasses in their torsos. A hot stream of organs, intestines and the like came splattering down and completely washed Helvus and the black haired young lady he viciously fucked from the rear. Only when the two teenage whippers had caused this bodily explosion to erupt all around him did the Congressmen shed his most wild discharge into the bowel of the woman before him. "By God, I'm certainly in need of a shower now," he confirmed what the rest of them were thinking and retired to do so. During this moment, Lakia took the time to acquaint herself with the silky skinned young woman who had been his accomplice. She was merely washing the blood from herself with a cold hose. "Audrelia is the name," she replied with a heavy sigh of exhaustion. "I only recently got into the Air Force, and this is where they transferred me. To satisfy libertines, what a terrible job they make me submit to. Alas, the money's too good to refuse. I guess that makes me sound like a common hooker in your ears my young beauty." "My upmost respect is for rich hookers, for I most certainly am one," Lakia snickered, sharing a passionate kiss with her new found friend. Or rather, the woman she believed was too beautiful to be refused her. Lakia was simply taken by a powerful desire to see this Audrelia dissected in the same way those two dangling corpses had recently been. "Come join us and share in watching the next passion," she turned toward the Secretary who nodded that such company would be fine. In the mean time, as they waited for Helvus to finish showering, this was the display that occurred. They had an immense total of nymphets come forward, fifteen of them to be exact. So interesting were these following events that, like before, it requires our attention in naming and identifying the beauty of each one. The first was Roselle, a delicious brunette with delicate eyes. The second Helenie, a perfect black haired twelve year old. The third Gelimia, an impossibly enticing child whose nut-brown hair and dark eyes confirmed everything both mischievous and evil, amid her persisting innocence. The fourth Nalista, a girl who from head to foot was soft skinned, pure in appearance and a dedicated young novice at the local church. Very few people knew she had aided the Congressman in killing and torturing over a dozen children and animals daily, least of all the sisters who had charge of her. Elisini was the fifth, a delicate brunette whose ass, when glimpsed, simply had to be licked and tongued. You couldn't look upon it without a desire to endlessly do just that. The eleven year old Jenivere was the sixth, a girl who possessed the most insisting desire to die her hair purple for her libertine events. She resembled Hit Girl from Kick-Ass and was called upon when one possessed the desire to have such a girl submit to their sexual hunger. Like the character mentioned, Jenivere was brutally sadistic yet still a fragile child to warmly embrace. Roslesto was the seventh, a girl whose slim body, black eyes and ripe mouth called for the most devoted attentions in long, sucking kisses. Her ass was that of a goddess. Her spirit as evil as Lakia's. Velia was the eighth, a black haired child with a huge, over-enhanced yet still seductive grin. Wielding a hammer, she looked super cute digging out the eyes of victims and was frequently demanded by the libertine population to do just that. Her feet were more than charming. Opaile, the ninth, grew her auburn hair long down to the rear of her waist. Her breasts were starting to come in yet not in the way which dulled the hebephilic senses. Rather, those tiny little buds, when mouthed by someone possessing the desire for females that age, could only render them all the more happy. Nilevile was the tenth. It was impossible save perhaps for Lakia and Korneth, to be one possessing the quantity of crimes she had committed. And yet although only twelve, passed from libertine to libertine, since her looks were always demanded, she had accomplished such a level through the most degraded ways. To summarize her, the dark haired and blush-vulnerable skinned Nilevile had assisted in an endless quantity of tortures. Claudienna, the eleventh darling we are to recount, had the softest skin, the brightest eyes and a countenance which could compete with angels. It was a skill of hers to deeply bury the sadistic spirit behind good deeds. Fleida, the twelfth, was eleven years of age with an ass which could be depucelated a thousand times and still act vice-like enough to tear off one's prick head. Her flesh was warm and soft enough for you to sleep upon. Her eyes equally tender. Talesa, the list's thirteenth, was a child with a spirit a little less sadistic. She could kill, yet only when she absolutely had to. Her faith and her tears were always brought forth with prayers from her pretty pink lips and with the emotions of which her flooded green eyes would show. Giorlisa, the fourteenth, was specifically a golden haired girl who followed Lolita's footsteps closely. As in, she gave hints enough to get herself fucked frequently and in many a case seduced for the sake of her own pleasure. She was a favourite in the libertine department for granting ease through hand, mouth or feet movements to the penis. Zialina, the fifteenth and final participant, enjoyed the contrast of blonde streaks through her darker mass of hair. Upon a child so delicate was indeed blessed the most devoted features to sadism. An evil smirk, a pair of bright eyes and most importantly a mouth of which the swirl of her pretty pink tongue always indicated vicious, seductive intent. The whole fifteen of them dedicated themselves in the following orgies, which started off as simple sex play for the eyes of the men and, as you can imagine, swiftly degraded into the most vicious killings. They retired into a lounge room to watch these sweet girls at work. They kept them so amused that when Helvus returned from the shower, he settled down to watch them awhile before they'd finally move on to the next event. Excluding all males from it, the girls alone with the added help of Lakia, Sidresa, Lucilda, Calinile and Risilina made the following five scenes. Upon a sofa Claudienna reclined. Lucilda placed her young ass upon that girl's visage and accepted her tongue into her cunt. Straddling her pussy and rubbing clit to clit, Zialina was in a position to lean up and accept several tonguing kisses with Lucilda. The latter who had her asshole frigged by Jenivere. Tonguing the frigger's cunt on her hands and knees behind the couch arm was Elisini. Jenivere was also armed with a cat o nine tails, which she alternately used to lash the summit of Lucilda's back, and also to lash the rear of Roselle, who composed the start of the following party. Roselle, with her back turned to Jenivere, was kneeling before a couch arm, sucking and kissing the ass which sat thereupon. That petite little ass belonged to Opaile, who along the couch offered her feet to be worshipped by Velia. Velia who, bending down, presented her entire back to be lashed by the whip Opaile employed on her. The prior's wide open ass and cunt was finger fucked from the rear by Roslesto, who also frigged Nalista who had her feet firmly placed upon the lounge arm. Sidresa reclined upon the wide and comfortable roof of the couch, a leg and arm over each side. She faced away from Nalista and toward Opaile. Nalista alternately frigged and whipped her while occasionally from upon the couch itself, Roslesto would mouth on and suck Sidresa's foot as it dangled in her face. Also on the couch roof, a little ahead of where Sidresa lay, Nilevile sat with a leg on either side, having her ass tongued by the prior. Separating from this continuous grouping, we must also report of the platform which hung by chains from the celling. It was simply a comfortable bed, a mattress which hung from the celling by the chains which were attached to each corner. Upon this dangling bed Fleida and Talesa sat near one edge. From here, Nilevile could reach up and frig the two of them from the rear. Fleida and Talesa of course faced inward upon the hanging bed and each had an ass and cunt to frig. Fleida was presented Gelimia's and Talesa Helinie's. The two latter girls were leaning forward and each worshipping a foot belonging to Calinile. Their backs were whipped by the latter. Risilina knelt on the bed behind her sister, worshipping her ass. Lakia the whole time hugged Calinile from the rear and kissed her mouth passionately. Finally Giorlisa, standing upon the roof of the first couch, was in a position to, of her choosing, either frig or lash the beautiful behinds of Lakia and Risilina within her view. As you can well imagine, a sight as perfectly executed as this one thrilled the male viewers beyond words. Then the participants formed the alternate one which followed. Nilevile and Roslesto gave their asses to be tongued, assuming the worshipping position each before Lucilda and Calinile. All this positioned on one couch set beneath the dangling bed, the latter two were able to reach up and tongue the feet of Talesa and Velia, who let their legs fall over the side. These particular two were reclined back upon the bed, each with their mouths under the cunt of the girl standing behind them. Zialina and Elisini took up these posts. These two were also frigged on the asses upon either side, Claudienna attending to Zialina and Nalista to Elisini. The last girls upon the bed were Lakia and Sidresa, kissing the asses of these lately mentioned friggers. Upon ground level, back to the start again, Roselle and Jenivere knelt behind the couch arm, tonguing the cunts and assholes of Nilevile and Roslesto. Their two behinds were meanwhile lashed thoroughly by the whipping team of Giorlisa and Gelimia. Helenie and Risilina simply lay upon the floor beside all this scenery, making vicious love to inspire the rest of them. During their hot, leaking moments, they were now and then lashed by Fleida and Opaile who stood nearby frigging one another. No time was then wasted in assuming the positions of the third orgy straight after. Lakia presented herself in the centre of the bed, soon vigorously tongued by Nilevile who, with Gelimia's head between her thighs, found the same service just as enjoyable. Upon the very edge of the bed stood Sidresa, administering encouraging frigs and occasionally blows of her small fist to Gelimia's rear. Lakia was reclining in Zialina's arms, who sucked her mouth passionately and rubbed herself against that firm bronze ass. Meanwhile two girls stood over them, Fleida above Lakia and Giorlisa above Zialina, both being sucked by those they hovered over. Upon the other end of the bed Helenie delivered whip strikes to Giorlisa's rear. Upon one couch beneath this display were four girls. Claudienna and Lucilda reclining one after the other thereupon, Nalista sitting upon Claudienna's visage and on Lucilda's was Talesa. Both the girls sitting upon their faces were thus in a position to frig their subordinates. Over the arm of the other couch Risilina and Calinile were bent. The sisters presented their asses to the tonguing of Roselle and Roslesto. Far less kind to them, when Roselle and Roslesto retired in intervals, Jenivere and Velia employed whips upon those delicious humps. As all this occurred, Risilina and Calinile devoted their mouths to Opaile and Elisini, who reclined beside one another. The fourth soon followed, even more various positions being offered those sex-starved group of viewers. This one was the most artistic yet as it presented a series of stages for the worshippers, or rather a staircase of oral sex made up of nymphets. Roselle, Opaile and Zialina all sat upon the bed hanging from the celling, parting their legs to reveal three dripping cunts to the entire room. One lounge directly beneath supported the feet of Lakia, Sidresa and Risilina, those three soon devotedly tonguing the cunts above them. As they stood on the roof, upon the actual couch itself stood Velia, Fleida and Claudienna, all of them kissing the asses of Lakia, Sidresa and Risilina from behind. This clever set of worshipping steps continued, so the third lowest were the girls who stood on the ground. Elisini, Jenivere and Roslesto thus were licking the asses of the three who stood on the couch. The second lowest consisted of Nilevile, Talesa and Giorlisa, who knelt behind the ones on the ground and worshipped their asses from said kneeling position. Then the lowest three were lying upon the floor with their heads thrust between the legs of the recently mentioned, cunt sucking them. The cunt suckers were Nalista, Helenie and Calinile. The two leftovers from the brilliant set of steps constructed from these eighteen participants, were of course Gelimia and Lucilda. Those two each armed with cat o nine tails and without the ability to resist, launched quite a lubricious assault on all the backs and asses exposed to them. Enjoying the sight most of all were the three girls who sat upon the bed at the head of this staircase, watching their levels of pleasurers all get lashed. Then at last came the final orgy this splendid troop of young females enacted by themselves. It was immense and stretched all around the room, although it happened to be nought but the most conventional kind of lesbian love-making. It was simply a continuous circle, each one of the participants on her hands and knees, licking alternatively the cunt and ass of the girl before her. And despite all which they'd executed so far, this fifth and final one didn't fail in causing them to leak considerable jets as well. They were applauded when all this was finished and in one long row, took a bow before the men. The Secretary was now so erect it was no longer a question of saving himself for later. "Oh, let us fuck like madmen!," he declared, his mind savagely wild. The other three couldn't agree more. Klorbini had himself sucked by Fleida and whenever she tired, he'd have her mouth replaced by the cunt of Claudienna, then when she tired, replaced by the asshole of Jenivere. All the while Elisini tongued his mouth and he kissed her back passionately. Set before this display was a delicious zoosadistic spectacle, raising his prick all the more. Two German shepherds were suspended from the celling by their tails and were thus whipped with cat o nine tails until they fell to the ground. The whippers were Risilina and Nalista. So successful were their strikes that both fallen dogs tore free from their tails at the base. Heudreilas had himself embuggered by a dildo Lakia manned. Frontwise he was presented three nymphet asses in a row, belonging to that of Nilevile, Opaile and Velia. Into one he'd thrust while he'd finger another and tongue the third. He had two babies in a cradle before his eyes, whipped to death and burned with candles by the youthful yet destructive hands of Roslesto and Zialina. Helvus embuggered Gelimia. Helenie straddled her friend's neck to present her flat breasts to his face, that of which he kissed and tongued passionately. Calinile whipped his rear savagely with a bull whip while this occurred. Meanwhile, looking past the tiny tits of Helenie now and then, he watched Giorlisa and Lucilda each with a club, thrashing a boy of seven and his pet cat to death. Korneth simply had Talesa sit on his face all the while his cock was sucked by Sidresa. Then the scene rotated to provide those lacking support with more aid. Rigus now had three asses to embugger, lick and frig at the same time. These belonged to Sidresa, Zialina and Roslesto. Roselle all the while whipped him and whenever her arm got tired, Gelimia would embugger him with a strap-on. As all this occurred, he watched Helenie roast a baby labrodor puppy and a baby human, bound together, over a small indoor fire. This time Korneth whipped Talesa and was whipped just as savagely by Risilina. During this, he had two eight year old girls bound to pillars on either side of him. He very much enjoyed watching them expire under the vicious bull whippings and stomach slashings of Giorlisa and Roselle. During this whole delicious design, Nilevile sucked him. Helvus fucked Lakia anally, complimenting her and caressing her back the entire time. Straddling her head was Opaile, who'd shut him up by tonguing his mouth. From the rear he was lashed by Velia and then tongued on the anus by Jenivere. Heudreilas was back in the game for the next round. He had an eight year old girl and her pet dog gutted, then strung above him so their blood splashed down in a warm cascade. Writhing amongst it and frigging himself, he demanded to be whipped for his cruel conduct, even upon the genital area. Talesa and Nilevile saw to whipping him savagely enough until his own blood was mixing with that of the victims he'd just spilled. Korneth wanted nought but zoosadism this time and the majority of the girls present saw to it that he got what he wanted. He sat upon a chair and was sucked by Lakia as this occurred. Then, surrounding him on all sides were a mass horde of ferrets, cats, rabbits and dogs, strung up all by their tails and back paws. Charging in with whips, Jenivere, Roslesto, Elisini, Nalista, Fleida, Velia, Opaile and Claudienna attacked all the animals on display, stripping them down to the bare skin after flogging them so thoroughly. After this first round of Korneth's passion ceased, Lakia embuggered him with a dildo while every girl who'd just been whipping the dogs took her turn sucking him. Then came the next round to this complex passion. The team of girls charged in with candles, torches, flammables and matches. They burned all the dehaired animals steadily, keeping them alive yet ensuring all agonies were immense. Afterward, the creatures nought but smoking ruins of life, the girls then all straddled Korneth one by one and had him thrust into their cunts this time. Then came the last stage of this beautiful passion. The girls attacked the dangling animals with knives, gutting, stabbing and finishing them off in a nice slow slaughter. Straight after all presented their behinds to Korneth and he fucked each one, losing his load several times. Yet this was quite excusable being a teenage guy on drugs. However any other older man who has mastered this expert passion in zoosadism could probably well hold out until at least the third last girl in the anal round. During the last of their pleasures with this particular group of girls, Rigus sat out, feeling well stimulated yet also taken by the urge to save himself if he was to properly execute his master, solo passion, of which they'd been waiting the entire night to see. Thus, any more preliminaries with these darling nymphets would see the balls he so desperately needed full, emptied. But Helvus, Heudreilas, Klorbini and Korneth all participated. They dove into the fifteen servants while Lakia and her four accomplices also sat out to regain their energy. They summarized and concluded the events in this room with this masterful spectacle. Klorbini reclined on a couch. Claudienna was between his legs, sucking on his ballsack. In front of her Velia's beautiful ass was firmly placed, for she was sitting upon the NSA director's cock. Roslesto had her ass firmly placed over his face and he was tonguing it deep. Meanwhile, adding the jolt of pain to the masochistic libertine, Jenivere would now and then sear his torso with the brief touch of a heated tong. It wasn't long before he pumped his fuck into Velia. Yet of course this wasn't all so innocent. Klorbini had a little boy of three tied up into a bundle just before the couch. The whole time he'd instructed Jenivere to step on him and break all his bones, which she did majestically. Then during his discharge, he wielded a knife and stabbed the baby boy to death while his attention remained smothered in Roslesto's behind. Helvus encunted Talesa and kissed the ass of Opaile. Opaile who was slowly driving needles through the arms, legs and genitals of a baby boy. From behind him, Helvus was ass-fucked by Roselle's strap-on. The whole while he held a pair of pistols and during the hot discharge he shed deep into the pussy of Talesa, the Congressman fired two bullets into the stomachs of two pregnant teenagers chained up either side of him. Heudreilas fucked the leftover girls anally, having each of them lined up in a row for this ceremony. Meanwhile operating in front of her bent over comrades and putting on quite a beautiful performance for the Secretary, Helenie attempted to skin a baby girl alive with a flick-knife. She managed it quite well, having ripped off a considerable amount of skin before she dug too deep and caused a fatal gash in the heart. During the final stages of his ecstasy, Heudreilas demanded she hold the leaking baby over his face and have the blood spatter thereupon. Korneth meanwhile sprawled upon the ground and had Fleida satisfy him. To do so, she outfitted one of her pretty little feet in a studded boot and used it to stomp a one year old child to death. With her other bare foot she gently kicked the masochistic teenager in the face, causing his nose to bleed nonetheless. And this resulted in him eventually bringing forth a discharge through gentle masturbation. Every one of the fifteen nymphets who'd participated in these horrors were kissed all over their bodies and thanked by each one of the superiors who had used them. Then at last they moved into the next room in the gigantic mansion which accommodated them. Klorbini hosted a brief tea break with the girls and the Congressman while Heudreilas showered and Rigus went off to prepare the final, immensely evil passion of this vigorous night. Klorbini sighed after he'd finished quenching his thirst. "It seems as though my adjusting into this life has abruptly turned into a permanent trap. Were I to lose my job, to lose all this, which one day I guess I finally must, then going on shall not be possible for me. My position of respect, my heroic figure, my jailing of pedophiles, my job in national security, all this has earned me the ability to gain anything I want at a snap of a finger. To kill anything I want, to rape anything I want, to be able to do to an inferior being anything my cock dictates." "It's addictive indeed," The Congressman replied. "But you and I Klorbini, we shall not age out of the job for a long time. We've got a good many years on the Senator, and shall easily have many more parties such as this one before the day comes that our memories are ruthlessly erased." "I'd sooner kill myself than lose so many sweet memories," Klorbini laughed. "I guess dying by my own hand will be my only way to escape the consequences which befall all us rich men once our days are over. I've recently discovered the rule of the USA regarding its top members. Since we all commit crimes scarcely to be believed in the grasp of humanity, then each one of us must have a void in our heads regarding such memories once we're released from service to this country. A bunch of demented old men like us, speaking of the atrocities openly that we've gotten away with for so many years, why, that could spark some public concern now couldn't it?" "I agree with them, just as long as I am reasonably young, that eliminating memory or even better, eliminating the person retired from the USA government is the best move by far. It's not as if the final years are going to mean much. All common old men have their final days, sure. But what's so good about retirement? All that ensues from that is a sexless life with some old, moral bat that you can't believe you once had a stiffy for in your youth. Your most hated stiffy of all time for it encouraged you to marry and enchain yourself to that awful wretch dying in the bed beside you. All the while the honest old man, unclouded by the delusions of psychology and religion, will always know he's lusting after the young girls. Paraphilia? Bah! What a load of utter bullshit! The natural mammal ages, sure, but his lust never does." "It's terrifying, for them at least, how easy it is to manipulate the public," Helvus laughed. "Paraphilia? Ha! The biggest joke in history. I once thought humans were ridiculous to believe some guy died on a cross and came back to life for the sake of saving them from sin. But were I a citizen, I'd sooner believe that than become victim to the lie that there actually exists out there some kind of `abnormal' sexual desire." "Oh such lies, the kind of things I pronounce everyday when I sentence pedophiles, those lies are even starting to disgust me! In a comical way of course. I mean, how could stupidity advance so far? Deprive one of your so called `healthy males' of his pointless moral teachings and set up before his aroused cock, a pair of asses. One belongs to a woman of his age. The other belongs to a twelve year old girl. Now I bet a million psychologists out there would like you to believe the man is going to seek out the creature closer to his age group. They have to therefore shut their eyes pretty tight and struggle to believe such bullshit all the while they can hear the sloppy sounds of his bloody cock depucelating the twelve year old." "Animals are proof as well," Helvus backed up. "It's uncounted the number of times you see an aged dog attempting to embugger a puppy. Incest is immensely common in the animal kingdom as well. Everything we humans and our awful crap relating to psychology and religion feels the right to forbid, is nothing but the principal functions upon which we were placed on Earth to execute." "Well I can't wait to see Rigus execute his principal function, he must be ready soon," Calinile giggled. "Indeed I am," the old Senator presented himself at the same time Heudreilas returned from the shower. "Do follow me into the adjacent chamber." Everyone eagerly pursued, laying eyes upon a scene set for certain infamy as soon as they stepped through the door. At the centre of this room was a rectangle pool, filled with nothing other than freshly boiled lava. Above it a weak wooden platform was placed, gradually catching on flame at the corners and held up only by wobbling wooden sticks. At each corner of the platform a young man stood, grasping a chainsaw firmly and prepared to dice through the sticks which held it aloft. Upon the platform itself was a whole class full of fifth grade students, all of them bound hand and foot and tossed in various places about that construction. Falling to his knees, the Senator crawled over to each of the chainsaw characters, sucking the prick of each one for several seconds, stimulating them yet not permitting them discharge. He then returned to his post before the platform and signalled for a new troop of stimulators. Four eight year old girls entered, the first one blonde, delicious in the cunning little eyes and the adopter of the name Shelsie. The second, Venite, a stunning brunette whose movements were equally classy in a wobbling, child-like fashion. The third Cielite, a black haired little creature with delicate movements fast advancing into hooker fashion. The third was Deliase, blonde and seductive to the core. Each girl, Venite, Shelsie, Cielite and Deliase found one of the carrier men to run up to. Instantly upon signal from Rigus, the child at her carrier's crotch commenced sucking his engine. Simultaneously, brought to quick action by the mouth muscles of their stimulators, the young men swiped their chainsaws over the sticks which supported the platform. Down it fell into the lava, the entire fifth grade class with it. Now immensely turned on, Rigus had himself embuggered by Korneth, who he'd called over for support. Meanwhile he depucelated the cunt of Cielite. Venite and Deliase the whole while thrashed him with a bull whip over the chest and the face, and he took these childish attacks in the bravest manner possible. He discharged into Cielite while watching Shelsie walk about the pool in lava-proof boots. Any child attempting to climb free she'd kick right back in and thus add the finishing touch to their demise. Although he was applauded, Rigus's passion called for two discharges so he carried on without the least hesitation. A second troop of girls entered, four in number and armed with whips. The brunette haired Elisie was twelve years old, the redhead and sadistic Telise of her same age. Keki was Japanese and just as delicious as Suziette, your typical blonde American nymphet. The younger girls were then chained to a post each, Cielite getting her behind whipped by Suziette, Venite by Keki, Deliase by Telise and Shelsie by Elisie. The twelve year olds landed pretty hard strikes to the children's behind yet all the while in a giggling manner. Rigus sprawled on the floor beside the lava pool and demanded his troop of eight come to service him, restoring to life that which had fallen limp. Keki sucked him aloft, Elisie sat on his face, Telise gently mauled his ballsack and Suziette rubbed his nipples. The twelve year olds retired and taking their place, Cielite, Shelsie and friends stood in one long line over Rigus, their feet on either side of his body. Abruptly, all four of those delicious eight year old cunts presented to him let go of their urine. He was hotly splashed in the face by Cielite's and drunk it down with thirst while bathing in the piss of the three others. He then gave whips to each of the eight year olds and had them take their turn delivering blows to the nymphets. After the reverse party finished this play, he embuggered one after another of his young accomplices, taking any rear pucelages that were yet to be taken. By then he'd established quite a considerable discharge. "Away with you," he ordered Korneth who was sniffing the wet cunt of Cielite and being frigged by Suziette. "I need all these little blossoms to participate. Go fuck one of your friends while you watch." Sidresa presented her ass and satisfied Korneth while the second stage to the passion of Rigus was officially prepped. If the reader has not felt scarred enough already, we'll now pursue. From Suziette to Cielite, the eight girls whipped him afresh. Then above the lava pool an eight year old boy was strung. Four cords, attached to his wrists and ankles, kept him suspended from the celling and just above the boiling water. By use of the machinery to which the ropes were attached, the victim was drawn near to the side of the pool. "Girls," Rigus chuckled with a wide smile, "tear him apart." The females whipped him, yet not at all as lightly as they'd done Rigus a moment ago. They actually whipped the poor screaming little boy so hard he soon looked like a cadaver. Even Venite, who apparently had the weakest arm, managed to deliver such a strong whip lash that the boy's penis and balls went flying. Then the scarcely breathing creature was attacked by the Senator, who standing on several blocks managed to raise himself in line with his target. He grabbed the blood spattered and dripping boy and drove home his furiously hard weapon, embuggering him to the hilt. How indeed the child cried but even worse was the finale to this awesome passion. The machinery to which the cords were attached manoeuvred so the boy's front half was directed downward. His head plunged beneath the lava and his screams and thrashes were heavenly to the member penetrating him as he struggled to surface. At the same time the child officially drowned in the lava, Rigus shot his second set of jets into his bowel while examining his helper females. Every one of those little girls was striking a sexy pose or another around the edges of the pool. Since they all were wearing at the very most two piece bikinis, all these poses were beyond titillating indeed. Rigus finally retired from the boy's ass and had himself revived in Cielite's hot hole, which was by far his favourite. Deliase and Telise took turns strap-on fucking him while he did this and every other girl who'd participated gave his mouth a warm, tonguing kiss goodnight. He was continually applauded during these final tasks. "Oh Senator, I envy I have not thought up one better... yet," Klorbini chuckled with a wide smile. "You're an achievement in sadism indeed. But I must ask, why is it you are irritating your prick yet again with all those little kitties and minxes around you? Haven't you had your fill of the old discharge tonight?" Rigus smiled. "We agreed that my passion would conclude tonight's events yet not once did we say it was over. I have a feeling there's yet more to come, if I have judged correctly the movements of Lakia tonight." Lakia smiled right back at him. "The Senator is both psychic and correct it would seem. As you can see here we've had an extra audience guest this whole time. She hasn't joined in once. Merely she's simply stood there crying at all the horrors we've managed. You see, killing children and animals apparently upsets her gentle nature, despite all of which she's been involved in already. So let me insist we add her to the final result, since I've judged this bitch too old for my tastes anyway." And indeed that helpless member of the audience was brought forth. Audrelia, if you recall, was to whom she reffered. That young Air Force member in her ripe twenties who'd participated in the Congressman's passion. Lakia had not at all been on friendly terms when she invited her to tag along, and now that poor soul was about to see the true horror of the trap into which she'd been enticed. "You bitch!," Audrelia screamed to Lakia as she was chained up and whipped to blood flow by the Senator's elderly yet strong arm. "You said you had upmost respect for me." "Upmost respect for your demise rather. I want it to be inventive and original. Take pleasure in that you silly cow. Many victims out there would gladly attempt to obtain the honour of dying by my hand." She knelt before her and licked the whipped woman's cunt while her beating continued. Despite her agony, Lakia obtained reasonable excitement from the brutalized woman. "Alright, let's see how the girls flay her," Rigus encouraged and encunted Lakia while watching Cielite, Deliase and Telise whip her free of her remaining skin. The other little girls frigged the other audience members during it. Every man was fond of Suziette's mouth muscles out of them all. Then abruptly once the brutalization was finished, Lakia and Rigus together brought about the demise of Audrelia. First, the prior satisfied herself by unzipping her from vagina to neck with a small blade. She inhaled her guts and organs while opening up the live woman from the front. Then the latter had her teeth and tongue attached to several wire cords draped over a pulley. Very slowly she was lifted off her feet and brought up to the very height of the celling. At last her teeth and tongue gave way and tore out of her head. She collapsed at the feet of the eight little girls Rigus had recently worked with and all of them joined in kicking out the last segments of life in her. Even when all was completed, Lakia frigged herself one last time over Audrelia's blood soaked visage. "Mr Secretary, your guests were all more than charming tonight," Lakia commented to him once everyone else had departed and she was left alone in his bedchamber with Korneth. "If I be permitted to be so frank however, I don't see anything of your evil matching theirs. Quite simply, compared to the NSA agent's, the Congressman and the Senator, yours is quite mitigated. Be there a reason for this?" "What?," Heudreilas kind of scowled at that. "Weren't the passions I executed for both your witnessing the other night satisfactory enough?" "They were until we saw how advanced they can truly become." "I like to be sparing of my victims. Listen kids," the hypocritical creature then started to pursue the most botched moral lesson. "When it comes to victimizing the entire nation, we have to choose victims specifically from low income areas, from the jobless field, from the delinquent hordes. But even they have concerned parents and relatives, many that will fight to the death to get their children back. So we have to murder their entire families as well. While it's easy for us, it does take effort. And were we to expand our killing sprees any further than we already have, suspicions would start to arise. We can't have these parties too often. The public would start to be alarmed." "That's bullshit and you know it," Lakia cackled. "The public couldn't possibly be more fooled than it already is. It doesn't matter how many people you kill. Society is always prepared to believe the fat jobless slob is the child molester, not the FBI agent. You control the courts, you can always get your people off if worse comes to worse. Just as long as you're doing your job to satisfy this fascist nation, they don't give two shits how many roses you pluck from the stalks you help constantly to grow. They even care less when you pluck the weeds, such as delinquents and pregnant teens." "I know, but I like to be sparing." "There's no point in being sparing. Rigus kills a class of fifth graders per discharge, Helvus murders babies before they can even be born. Why must you be sparing?" "What are you driving at Lakia?" "That you're afraid." "Afraid of what?" Lakia smirked, not daring to actually bring the subject of his religious terror to light just yet. "Something... let's just say you are certainly kept in check by something." Heudreilas rolled his eyes and ducked under the covers like a child attempting to escape the world. "You're getting too personal. Either you two fuck me good night or go on the Hell home! I'll be beyond busy tomorrow." Lakia and Korneth, sharing sneaky smiles of their knowledge, helped satisfy this poor, weak Christian leader before dawn showered a new day on this disgusting nation of wealthy, fascist debauchery. Chapter 9 Lakia returned to the penthouse the following morning, eager to spend the day with some of the company from the prior night, specifically referring to all the various girls she saw take place in those events. She called around her six favourites, Suziette, Roselle, Nilevile, Helenie, Giorlisa and Roslesto. Before the day commenced, she enjoyed copious stimulating activities with them. She managed to take Giorlisa aside briefly and have her explain how such a beautiful and immense troop of young girls had come into the possession of those old government officials. "America has perfectly legal child brothels for they who service the law," Giorlisa giggled. "We're bred there and constantly satisfy cops, federal police and so on. Yet all our pucelages were bought and reserved for the events of last night. The men at the absolute top of the pyramid certainly don't like anything used. Except apparently that Secretary guy." "He has his reasons for being such an idiot. Very personal defects, but do carry on honey." Giorlisa nodded. "Our future in the brothel now is to keep the rich utterly satisfied with our performances. We're their preferred type of female, since there seem to be a lot of hebephiles in upper class, law enforcing Americans. We satisfy them daily. Frequently we're used as bait for criminals as well. I've lost count of how many jobless, disgusting child molesters my charms have lured into captivity. Those idiots live a life of Hell in jail brought around by the legislators who are no better than them. Frequently one of us hides beneath the bench and presents our ass or cunt to the criminal court Judge. They rub up against us while sentencing child molesters for the very crimes they are enacting right there in the court room! USA justice is quite amusing to me." "Fine country indeed," Lakia snickered. "But are you not afraid this path of yours will lead to certain doom? Could there be a chance you'll one day be sold to a libertine who indulges in murderous activities?" Giorlisa shrugged. "I'm one of the smart girls. Not all of us in the business are. But me and a few of us others keep our grades up in school. We have jobs in government set ahead for us in the future. If we obtain them, then we'll certainly be safe and come to enjoy the privileges of all we have spent our youth satisfying. The fact is a lot of bitter feminist politicians have derived from paths that began quite as demeaning as ours." "Well I hope you get the job, then you can avenge yourself by perpetrating crimes a thousand times more vicious upon the opposite sex," Lakia laughed. "Are their brothels like this for boys?" "Absolutely. President Obama actually frequents them all the time. I can't count how many tight assholes belonging to boys as young as three have been made to bleed by our President's erect black member. He seems to have a persistent taste for males that young. And frequently in those brothels you'll find the indulgence of many feminists and female politicians. Old bitches you easily assume would have dusty cunts are fucked daily by the tiny pricks of little boys. Usually they chop them off straight after. The women our silly society respects are all frequent boy killers." "This is a hideous place. I knew as soon as I arrived this country was thick with evil and hypocrisy. But by fuck! When you're at the top rung enjoying it, I can certainly testify it's Heaven. My only fear is losing this position." "Don't fear losing anything Lakia, nothing can be kept forever," the wise little Giorlisa insisted as she took her by the arm. "Let us both now indulge in what we have. Having recently spoken of boy killing, I've made myself wet at the thought of it. Shall we execute some? They did indeed. The six of them with the help of Calrig's close accomplices in the police force helped corner an entire excursion troop of them. All were pre-schoolers and their sufferings were horrific. After stripping them all down, they were tied against the alleyway wall and whipped by Lakia and all of her troop. "Oh, their blood is fucking delicious," Lakia declared as she licked the back of a bleeding, sobbing five year old. "Come on, let's fuck these little babies." The boys were then tied down and stimulated to as close to an erection as their age permitted. Then these tiny little spokes were driven home into the dripping cunts of their nymphet attackers. All of them, following Giorlisa's example, pinched, spat and jabbed at their faces while teasing them. "Get hard you little fuck. Come on. You're never going to get laid again after today so hurry up and enjoy this." Despite crying and random stiffening here and there, none of the young cupids spurted anything close to a cum. And all of their female eleven year old attackers slaughtered them either through eye gouging, neck twisting, strangling, head bashing or throat cutting. Straight after Lakia took her leave of them and had lunch with Korneth at one of the wealthiest restaurants the city could provide, preserved only for those close to government. Upon their beautiful balcony with a splendid view of skyscraper summits to their left, Korneth inquired into Lakia's plans of ditching Calrig. "He was kind enough to provide me and some of my new girlfriends with a whole class of preschool boys this morning, I have to thank him for that," she murmured while sipping her tea. "Don't let gratitude taint your movements Lakia," Korneth warned. "To ever move forward, one must not let such a ridiculous concept as gratitude halt them. Gratitude is precisely why human civilization was possible to construct. Without it, our whole system here in the USA, in Australia, in Britain, in London, it would all fall apart. Our laws keep the citizens in shackles but it's gratitude which makes it possible. For gratitude makes the shackles invisible. We let the followers have a little bit of fun time. A holiday here and there in their working lives, a wife or a husband to fuck, the legality of alcohol, etc. And it is these very small freedoms that make the human being grateful. And with gratitude on board, this unimaginative individual, this common citizen, never lifts a finger to attempt to gain all that is prohibited from him. For the illusion of miniature happiness can be found in family life and small privileges alone. And that is plenty for the idiots to then say quite peacefully to the law, do what you want, for I have the basic requirements. Ha, requirements my ass. Every case of happiness in the civilian these days is completely delusional and gratitude is all which prevents them from seeking real happiness. Gratitude for safety is the one vital element which will always keep the human away from satisfaction in happiness." "You're right," Lakia chuckled. "I guess I'd be nought but another common citizen to let that distract me. But I believe I may have offended your good Secretary father last night. Were I to throw Calrig over now, what guarantee do I have Heudreilas will take up his position? "Because Heudreilas is in love with you," Korneth told her frankly. "Now Lakia, truly intelligent individuals like us are entirely aware that the illusion of love is nothing but the anchor of future pleasures. But my father, also the dupe of religion, is making plentiful sense in believing in this bullshit as well. He loves you with all his heart he told me. He feels as if you're bravery in the face of the God he fears will be enough to perhaps even convince him to turn atheist eyes to the world. You'll need to be there for him constantly, and he of course will provide for your every need." Lakia laughed in triumphant victory. "Oh Korneth, I do believe love is fictional, but if there is a slim reality of it, it exists in me toward you." She ducked under the table briefly to peck several kisses on the crotch area of the boy's shorts before surfacing with a grin on her face. "Oooh, sorry. Bet I just gave you a nasty boner." "I'll get rid of it in a second. But right now Lakia, we must discuss how to get rid of Calrig. I believe the plan I came up with in a dream last night should be sufficient. Most of my great ideas come to me in slumber. Here it is. We'll have Resmor kill him." Lakia nearly flew through the roof on the wings of happiness when he declared such a genius plan. "Oh Korneth, I now fucking worship you! Of course, it makes perfect sense! Resmor will no longer be looked upon with pity in this conservative country if she turns out to be a politician killing psychopath! I'll be rid of both Calrig's inferior means to satisfy my passions, and one ugly old bat I've dreamt of butchering since I first open my eyes and trained my view on that ancient hag of a creature!" "That is indeed the outcome I'm driving at," Korneth went on. "The Secretary has friends in the media who'll back up the story. And he'll ensure no word of his murder gets around to his government comrades. The media will take several pictures of the crime scene and prove the occurrence to the public. So the bodies certainly have to depict what we intend for them to know. Resmor will strangle Calrig and suffer a heart attack while doing so." "A heart attack? I'm quite certain the bitch can die from one of those without me having to help her. I want her demise to be more sadistic." "It will be, but the heart attack is what the world will think. And after those photos are taken and displayed in the media, everyone will believe it. So it doesn't matter what happens to the bodies after that. So thus when it is taken, only Calrig will be dead. Resmor we'll dope heavily with sleeping pills and when she awakens later, we'll set to work on making her death horrific. The Secretary will ensure the morgue director has her delivered straight back here before she stirs." "Are you sure we'll be protected enacting such a crime?," Lakia inquired. "The Secretary is powerful, yes, but I'm sure Calrig has many powerful friends too." "There's another man in on it. The Army General wants to increase the already bad enough reputation Muslims have. He'll ensure it by having a Muslim elder, snatched from the horrors of India, abruptly murder one of her wealthy saviours. He'll gain a thousand more patriots from the bias media story and tenfold the intent of the US population to name all Muslims `utterly insane.'" "Well if he's in on it, I certainly feel safer," Lakia breathed a sigh of relief. "When will this take place?" "We have no time to waste, we'll execute it this Saturday." And Lakia instantly fell into his arms upon those words and had her cunt roughly pounded one last time by that traitorous little snitch. She spent the week leading up to the night which would ruin her, in further depravity of course. And we have many more joyous experiences of hers to relate before then. She and Sidresa ventured around with various packs of those nymphets from the glorious evening at the Secretary's mansion. They managed to re-group the entire crowd, all fifteen girls from the five orgies they'd viewed, the four little sweethearts from Rigus's passion as well as the four eight year olds he'd also employed. As one team of evil, leaking cunts, they swarmed from one end of the city to the next, plucking victims from wherever they were available. Frequently Sidresa and Lakia were behind the ideas they invented, but the way in which they executed them made each female child just as equal in evil as the one beside her. A rehab school for criminal and Oppositional Defiant children was emptied of its contents. Every last one of them adding to this lubricious party. The teachers were fed up with trying to correct them as well as the government. They decided there were simply too many squares here to fit through round holes. Thus, they turned them over to Lakia's team, who decimated them with the upmost devotion. Giorlisa sat on one's face and smothered him to death while mutilating his little prick and balls with a knife and toothpicks. Helenie and Gelimia whipped their victims, forced them to suck their cunts, whipped them again and forced them to lick their asses. Then they whipped them down the front and demanded the bleeding boys fuck them with their torn and stinging pricks. Then straight after they lashed their faces until they blinded them. With hammers they shattered all their arm and leg bones then threw them into the outdoor pool to drown. Lakia enjoyed having her ass fucked by a sixth grade boy who managed to discharge in her. Then straight away she pushed him to the ground and went at his genitals with the prongs of a hammer, utterly destroying him between the legs while Sidresa smothered him with a plastic bag the whole time. The eight year olds had a whole collection of girls their own age to themselves. Only their victims were far more hideous. After being stripped naked those evil children had their victims run through thorn bushes and poison ivy. Straight after those four evil little kids, Shelsie, Venite, Cielite and Deliase, attacked their victims with shovels and broke their every bone. Still alive and breathing, they had those children buried in the ground while they masturbated their little cunts. Nilevile jammed the heels of stiletto shoes through the eyes of a seven year old boy while Opaile literally raped him to death with a studded dildo. The spikes on that weapon were razor sharp. Four fifth grade boys were strung upside down by their ankles. Their cries were never ending as Roslesto, Roselle, Zialina and Claudienna attacked them as they hung in this fashion. Each girl was appointed to one of the four hanging boys. With her lips glued over his crotch, she sucked his cock until he was on the verge of orgasm. Then producing a knife, they relieved him of his weapon before he could cum and stuffed it down his throat. Upside down and choking on their own meat, the four boys were then casually whipped right down to the raw guts with cat o nine tails as they died. Jenivere repeatedly trod and jumped on the heads of three six year old boys with her studded boots until their skulls broke. Prior to this she'd not only sucked them erect but also cut off their cocks and stuffed them up their own little assholes. Their limbs had also been fairly broken before they were relieved of their agonies when their skulls finally received that same attention. A twelve year old delinquent assumed this was the best day of his life when he received attention from Elisini, Nalista, Fleida and Talesa. Fleida dildo fucked him gently while Talesa sucked his cock, Nalista his mouth and Elisini kissed him absolutely everywhere else on his nude body. It thus also turned out to be the worst day of his life for they buried his head beneath the ground before he could cum. Still sucking him, Talesa managed to receive his freshly boiled load in her mouth all the while he drowned on dirt. Suziette preferred a little masochism to start her off. She had a twelve year old delinquent fuck her ass while she remained chained up. She also had him whip her vigorously. Straight after she chained him up but instead of whipping his rear like he had done her, she whipped his front until his cock and nutsack were utterly deformed. Then having him turned around, she plunged a chainsaw through his anus and casually raped him to death with that instrument, enjoying the great rivers of blood wash which splashed forth from the hideously vibrating ass cheeks she furiously sawed through. Elisie and Telise, far more tame, strangled two twelve year old boys with chains before they could cum. Then straight after they fucked their wet cunts silly upon those stiff rigor mortis cocks. Keki had the school's groundskeeper run over the legs of a twelve year old boy repeatedly with his tractor. Then, in that horrifically crushed and mutilated state, she sucked him and declared it officially hilarious that the destroyed kid still discharged into her mouth. She instantly spat out the cum upon his face and with a whip she'd constructed herself out of chain, brutally lashed his horrified features until death took him. Velia enjoyed standing on a balcony which overlooked the tennis courts and keeping her rear exposed. One by one five twelve year old boys embuggered her. During their discharge she'd make the necessary maneuvers so they'd fall over the balcony and shatter several bones upon their landing. Whereupon a team of vicious rottweiler's would have at their still live bodies. Many more infamies were committed at that detention school, the quantities of which are impossible to present the entirety of in this volume. But you can summarize it that every girl-child satisfied her leaking cunt with the vicious sex play available, either with the extremely young toddler boys who'd shown early signs of oppositional defiance, or with the older delinquent kids. Plentiful discharges from those sneaky little creatures were wrung. Skipping now to the final event with which Lakia concluded the outing. They all gave her their widest smiles, especially Sidresa who now utterly adored her, while watching her take up position at the balcony behind the basketball hoop. Then she employed this most fascinating passion, which she seemingly had invented on the spot for never before had such things been recorded, in which she threaded a long line of boys through the hoop. There were six of them before it touched the ground, all of them between six and seven. They were attached together with hooks. One kid would have a noose of metal around his neck which, attached to a metal cord, linked him to a hook plunged deep through the anus of the kid above him. Thus in this fashion the six little boys were attached and a seventh, this one a giant skulled twelve year old, was the last through the hoop. He kept them dangling that way from his severely wide head which wouldn't permit him fall through. They all applauded the construction until it finally fell apart. Then oozing their girl juices, they masturbated out their last discharges while lashing the fallen kids to death with chains. Upon the balcony from which she had thrown that latest group of victims, Lakia watched them all at play with a warm, happy heart. "I know not of a single girl happier than I," she declared to herself. At last she retired home to the penthouse with Sidresa, who insisted she sleep over with her. Lakia had almost fallen utterly asleep in the master bed that night when she heard the soft cries of her bed companion. She turned to Sidresa, who hurriedly wiped away her tears and insisted there was nothing wrong. Yet Lakia probed until Sidresa spilled her greatest fear to her. "I'm just worried that perhaps there is a God Lakia," Sidresa moaned, wiping her nose while looking her friend deep in the eye. "It just frightens me once I'm all out of discharge. I feel like... nothing but emptiness remains. And this empty feeling is the warning I receive from the lord that I'm on my way to Hell in the next life." Lakia, whose first impulse was to toss her from the window and bellow that she was just as stupid as the Secretary, actually took her crying companion in arms and kissed her gently. `I've killed so many, why not soothe a few?,' she decided to herself. `After all, this girl and I have been through way too much and my bond to her is actually so strong that depriving her of life or harming her in any way actually sickens me more than it arouses. How unusual for me. But anyway, on with the comforting. I must give this girl the most important lesson she'll ever learn in her life.' "Sidresa," she began. "Of all the ridiculous things man has invented that you have to fear least, it would indeed be this stupid fantasy he conjured merely as an attempt to control his fellow man. Well I shouldn't just call it an attempt, for it sure has Hell worked for many centuries and it's still working now. Over in my previous country, we were all trained to fear Allah like you fear Jesus. And that awful wretch Resmor still hasn't shaven off belief in that horrific phantom, but let me now put you at rest." "Any God, to no matter which one you refer, is a complete figment of human imagination. It started with the cavemen drawings of divine aliens, it continued with ancient beliefs, resumed with Jesus and Allah. And on and on it goes. Simply the means by which humans find it easiest to control their fellows for they don't have to explain reasons for such laws or practices. They simply need to refer to whatever God they're preaching and declare `that's his way, end of story.'" "Alas, so many humans fell victim to such bullshit in the past. And its effects remain today. Although atheism is becoming more common, many atheists are still constructed from the threads of religion. Look at the abundance of idiots you can find declaring things such as `I don't believe in Heaven, but if there is a Hell I believe certain people will go there.' Statements like that define the true stupidity of our current era." "With civilization, we still employ Christian morals yet don't necessarily need to believe in God to be a follower. Back in ancient times, leaders simply declared to their packs that certain practices were evil and others good because `God says it is so.' These days, humans have adopted themselves with a habit of resuming to believe such things, with or without a God. Nowadays, anyone will tell you simply that an act is either `right' or `wrong.' And what is their great defence of these declarations? Hardly any proof than the act is really `right' or `wrong.' Yet rather sharp sentences like, `because you'll get utterly raped and killed in prison if you do it.'" "With the government and the FBI in complete power, we now do what is believed to be right because of the consequences we face for doing the opposite. But it still all stems from the carcass of Christianity. And in the ancient times, back when there was no FBI super computers and army technology to track down and arrest or kill criminals, they had simply to rely on the consequences of an afterlife scaring the people into obedience. Rather than any consequences in real life for they lacked the technology to follow through constantly with such punishments. After all they didn't even have fingerprints back then." "But now that they have absolutely everything which is required to keep humans in fear of consequences here on Earth, religion will slowly vanish out of tradition. If the laws are enforced without a God, what need is there for a God? And that is how the majority of humans have been made to function. And it was toward this end and this end alone that the people who penned the Bible were working. For complete, utter totalitarian control of the world. And now they nearly have it. Just as soon as the USA gets its government and morals utterly imbedded in the laws of every country around the world, complete domination is theirs. I just take pleasure in the fact that those evil fuckers who wrote the Bible aren't around to see their dream come true. But I bet those sneaky little bastards new full well it had no way of failing. Not as long as humans are grateful for their safety and negligent toward their happiness." "So you see my darling Sidresa, there is no God to fear and absolutely no eternal punishments. When we die we are reduced to the same crap we were before birth, nothing more. The only punishments we have to fear are those they can throw at us here on Earth. But even then, no matter how long you keep a victim alive, always it is granted the bliss of death. And death is nothingness guaranteed. Corpses are proof of it. They are not the `shells that souls have departed' which the religious like to believe they are." "Factually they are dead creatures which have ceased to live. And the bullshit they call the `soul' is simply the result of a creature with all its parts in full, working function. When a heart has long ceased to beat there can be no movement, and the reason behind this is just that, the heart has ceased to beat. Just like if you take a machine apart it will no longer function. And the reason for this lack of function is the fact that the machine is lacking all its parts organized correctly. So when a human dies, it is because of some vital organ failing to click with the rest of the machine. Not at all because some spirit has departed from the body. That's nothing but the illogical crap of the humans who wished to enslave the rest of their race into fear. You can't continuously threaten something that can die. You need the subject to believe that it will have absolutely no death if you are to ensure it will always bend to your will. The worst thing for a control-freak to hear is his victim say `I don't care about my life.' So if you rob them of the concept of death, then they HAVE to care about life." Sidresa smiled and hugged Lakia fiercely. "Oh your words soothe me so much. But please satisfy me on one last thing. I've had scarcely any religious training in my life, so where does this feeling of emptiness come from. This silent promise of eternal punishment for my acts of which I keep hearing every time I'm wrung free of discharges." "Education Sidresa, it is nothing other than education. You don't need religious training to be convinced the bad will be punished. Society does it plenty in its advocation of laws and its chastising of criminals. From your first day in kindergarten you were told the good child gets the lolly and the bad one the spanking. Well there you are, it was bred in you then and has remained with you since then. That little crime you committed to earn yourself a spanking as a toddler, must now look miniature compared to the ones you enacted today. And with that contrast is always the feeling that doing bad earns you a spanking. So doing what you did today must eventually earn you punishments a million times more horrific. But it is only the lies of preschool teachers and their constant insisting that no bad act goes unpunished. Ha! Those stupid fools should take just one look at you or I, or even one peak at the country's leaders to whom we are enslaved, and they'd turn that last declaration completely the other way around." "Everyone develops a conscience from their preschool training. Even guys like Helvus, Rigus and Klorbini were once kindergarteners. They were also informed back then by teachers or through the lectures of their parents that if you try to make yourself comfortable in life, you are spanked for it. When you make others comfortable, you are rewarded. And that is the whole basis to conscience. It certainly speaks volumes for the civilized system we have now, in which the grateful sit in safety while those who seek more than what the laws permit them are hunted down and jailed. A toddler who screams, cries and throws a tantrum knows the spanking is coming and he dreads it. But the little parental kiss-ass who sits there well behaved with a grateful, happy smile has only the reward to look forward to." "So you're only feeling the dread of punishment due to the fact that as a little child, you were punished for wanting to make yourself comfortable. And now, with your crimes and debauchery that you use to make yourself really really comfortable, you are still under the influence that you must have earned a spanking for it. And that emptiness is the dread that now you've satisfied your desire for the crime, that you must now look forward to the certain punishment that is coming your way. And that the punishment will be as great as your offence. Which is thus why I just found you crying your eyes out a moment ago, because knowing the horror you put your victims through, you're terrified of the same occurring to you. But not just once. For eternity since you so bloody well deserve it." "Oh my sweet little nymphet, you can relax now. There is no eternal punishment. Just like there is no karma. It's only the training you had in your earliest days which has shaped you in that fashion. Well now I very well see that I have shaped you anew. And free of prejudice, you shall certainly never feel that emptiness." Sidresa cried, but only shed tears of joy this time as she cuddled deep into Lakia and the two celebrated her freedom from religious fears by some delicious tribbing and blasphemy. They both stomped on a Bible, spat upon it and made love with it wedged between their hot, warm young flesh. Fuck God, fuck Jesus and fuck Allah were about all you heard them screaming during their girl's night. The next day they tore out the Bible's pages and wiped their asses with them. At last the Saturday came around which Lakia eagerly awaited, the night upon which she'd finally be rid of Resmor. She and Sidresa waited patiently where they were told to reside, down at the café until Korneth had completed his little scheme. Instantly he phoned Lakia, two word's appearing in her text message box which simultaneously made her heart leap and her cunt wet. IT'S DONE. "Time to go see his handiwork," Lakia snickered, fetching Sidresa and the two of them hurriedly skipping off back to the penthouse. "Thanks for accompanying me," she informed her little accomplice warmly. "Hey, I love you with all my heart Lakia," Sidresa confessed. "I simply must see you enact your final revenge on that old bitch." Thus they entered the complex, believing Korneth had just fetched the sleeping creature away from the morgue and was preparing her to meet her doom. Instead, both she and Sidresa were restrained by a horde of federal police the second they stepped into the complex. "What the fuck is this?," Lakia demanded as she was handcuffed and forcibly sat down upon her living room couch. The profusely crying Sidresa was thrown down next to her in the same condition. "This, my dear Lakia," Defence Secretary Heudreilas chuckled as he strolled up to her with Korneth at his side. "This is quite simply a betrayal. The crime we have enacted together tonight has seen Calrig murdered, appearing to have been strangled by your grandmother Resmor. But this whole plot, put into action by the Army General, demands one more little twist." He pulled out a switchblade and gently brushed it down the side of her arm, not introducing any cuts yet making her microscopic hairs stand on end nonetheless. He tongued the side of her face while speaking, obviously in the realm of ecstasy. "The Army General insists that you must be in on it too Lakia. That you must be proven to the public as another guilty member in this horrific murder. You see, an old lady overpowering her saviour, why there'd be too many questions about how someone as scrawny and ancient as Resmor could be fit for the task. Thus, you were also in on it. And as for your little friend," he beckoned to Sidresa. "Oh well, what she has seen tonight won't leave this room either." Lakia scowled at Korneth. "You fucking traitor!" Korneth shrugged with a wide grin on his face. "I really did gain your trust didn't I. And it was so easy. Heudreilas, father, please show this little bitch how manipulative I have been." "No problem," Heudreilas laughed, picking up a Bible from the coffee table, spitting upon it, stepping on it then rubbing his dick over the pages. "That's precisely how manipulative my dear Lakia. I thought you'd be smart enough to know there is no way a man in my position nor with my history could possibly be a God fearing sucker. My reserved behaviour with the Congressman, the Senator and the NSA agent? My repentance for killing those two ten year olds the other evening? Trickery, all was nought but trickery to believe I was wrapped around your finger. When really it was the other way around. And my son, my son who convinced you so well that he was ready and heartless enough to betray his own father, well he is certainly someone you'd never suspect of suddenly ditching you like this." "It's true Lakia, it does you no credit that you didn't suspect anything," Korneth laughed, sitting beside his furious, handcuffed victim upon the couch. "And I was the one who suggested the whole idea of having you and Resmor be involved in the plot to kill Calrig in the first place. I was the one who put this whole genius concept into the Army General's head. Why? Well because since I first laid eyes on you I didn't just want to fuck you Lakia. I wanted you to be one of my victims as well. And now you most certainly will be. Strip her boys." The federal officers started tearing the clothes from Lakia and Sidresa simultaneously. While the other whimpered and shook about in anger, the prior remained as calm as she could. "So you hatched this plan all by yourself did you?" "Well, my sister and I," Korneth giggled, signalling forth a new girl into the room. Lakia was horrified to recognize Lucilda. "Yes. Lucilda was never one of the classmates of that group of students we captured. She's my beloved younger sis who went undercover to fool you. When I was thirteen I first fucked her, and I thus stole her maidenhead long before the moment I faked depucelating her in front of you. I wanted you to know nothing of my private relations Lakia, since the last thing I needed was my prey in knowledge of absolutely everywhere my family lurks." "I enjoyed our plentiful torturing and fucking we did together," Lucilda confessed, kissing both Lakia and Sidresa then snickering. "But I'm the only young girl my brother fucks who he doesn't eventually end up slaughtering." "That's okay honey," Lakia chuckled. "For once I get out of this trap I've been lured into, you can rest assured I'll do the honours of ending your ripe young life." "I think not Lakia, after thirty minutes you'll no longer be breathing. And yes, I do believe it is quite fitting to drag your demise out that long," Korneth signalled to his father. "In the meantime, we should finish up with the entrée." He nodded, grabbing ahold of Sidresa and embuggering the handcuffed girl. Meanwhile he held a hatchet to the side of her head, prepared to hack it off during his discharge to enjoy the pleasures of anal contraction. The whole while she was raped, the tear gushing Sidresa screamed to Lakia. "I think I'm getting my much earned spanking now Lakia! Why? Why did you lie to me? You said there was no such thing as karma." "There isn't honey, trust me. This is coincidence. Look how mild your fate is compared to all your victims. And rest assured, there is no eternal punishment. Once you're dead you'll never suffer again. And look at it this way, no matter what these bastards do to you on Earth, they can only make you leave it once." Sidresa, through her hot tears, gave Lakia one last smile and a farewell which was cut short by the Secretary's discharge. He hacked through her young, thin neck, screaming blasphemy the whole while it was severed. Sidresa's corpse was hauled away and played with by the necrophilic federal officers standing nearby. Then as a trio of ultimate evil, Heudreilas, Lucilda and Korneth turned to face Lakia. "You ready to pay for your sins bitch?," they chuckled. "Hold on a second daddy," Lucilda intruded while Heudreilas was fondling Lakia. "We have one more present to unveil to her. Show her in bro." Korneth left briefly and abruptly returned with Resmor, still very much alive and bound with rope everywhere, including across the mouth. "See Lakia, I did keep one segment of my bargain. The bitch was only drugged. Here she sits, very much alive before you." "Then at least let me have at her before you do away with me," Lakia begged. "Oh I beg the differ," Korneth chuckled, his eyes glinting. "We're going to add one more element of torture to your horrific death. I'm going to off this bitch right in front of you, the bitch that you have been preparing to kill your whole fucking life." Lakia scowled. "Korneth dear, please be warned. I can forgive you for anything. Hell, I might even respect an evil asshole like you enough to submit to being your victim. But I swear to fucking Allah, if you kill that whore I've spent all my days plotting the death of, I will slowly torture to death not just you, but your whole fucking family." Korneth bellowed with laughter. "Lakia, you've gotten too used to your power. You seem to have not yet registered that we're the ones in control here. And that your life is going to end shortly after your grandmother's. Now watch this beautiful design at work. Lucilda and I came up with it ourselves. Trust me, if not for the fact you're not performing it, you're going to love it." And Lakia would indeed admit long after this event that it had its satisfying elements even if deprived of her participation. Resmor was restrained to a chair with her legs yanked far open. Into her front and rear orifice, Korneth inserted a live drill. He thus ruined her worn cunt all the way into the womb, and lacerated her anal passages just the same. Then carefully into each ear he inserted the drill, bursting the ear drums and finally popping the eyeballs when he facially attacked her from in front. In this state, one of the worst a human can be in, Resmor was loaded into a steel cylinder. From all sides metal protruded within this device, sharpened metal to be exact. Rotating knives, spinning circular blades, stabbing poles of metal. And thus, once turned on, the machine started sawing, slicing and stabbing her away to a bloodied ruin. She maintained life for near to an hour since he managed it so gradually, but always was the result from this machine the same as it was in this case. And that result being a spill of totally unrecognizable guts, which dropped in reddened chunks out the opposing end to the one she'd been inserted through. Lakia, noticing that splashed wreck of torn insides was her grandmother, stared cruelly into the eyes of the boy who'd just lain her at her feet. "Korneth, some day, make that the first hour of said day that I get the chance, I will make you just as unrecognizable as that filth you just killed for me." "Lucilda," Korneth turned to his sister and beckoned to Lakia. "Please make that bitch suck your cunt right now. Then instantly after she's done she shall suck my cock, apologizing for such cruel, threatening words." Lucilda lifted her skirts and Lakia tongued her without question, hoping dearly that Korneth would stick his cock down her throat next for she had perfected a plan of biting it off. Yet finally intervention occurred just after Lakia had licked the young Lucilda to a discharge. The Army General strolled in, this towering figure with his gaze drooping toward the ground as if suddenly having received a scolding. "Secretary," he sighed to Heudreilas. "We have to let the little one go." "What the fuck? Why?," Heudreilas bellowed, having just removed a knife he had plans to chop through several fingers with. "She's to be sent to a detention centre for young women on one of my prison boats. It houses several criminal females from within and outside the US. She is to spend a years sentence there for the crimes she has enacted here. She'll only be released when she turns fifteen." "For fucks sake would you tell me why?," Heudreilas screamed. The Army General shrugged. "I have no fucking idea myself. But these are orders you absolutely can't refuse. Presidential as a matter of fact. Someone really high up wants Lakia to serve a year's sentence on my ship, rather than be killed here by you and your family." Heudreilas, battling with a heavy sigh turned toward the grinning Lakia and smiled back as best he could. "Temporary honey, temporary. Once I find out who's behind such ridiculous demands, I'll have you back here and slaughtered in no time. And I'll wipe that grin off your face by making any plans I've already plotted for you tenfold the next time we meet." Lakia chuckled at those angered villains while she was escorted from the penthouse by the Army General, never to return to it again. "Will you at least tell me why this is happening?," Lakia inquired once they departed the elevator. "You'll be the first one to know," the General insisted. Lakia spent the rest of her fourteenth year aboard one of the General's prison boats, exactly where she was expected to be enchained. She shared her room with a dozen refugees, was made a frequent tool of pleasure for her fellow lesbians and even managed to adopt herself to this harsh environment. Revenge would easily keep her going. Yet it wasn't at all a difficult prison to survive in, considering there was soft flesh to embrace and frig you wherever you wished to turn. The inner workings of these kinds of prisons were unknown to the public of course and inmates permitted in them ranged from eight to twenty-five years of age. They were frequently called for to entertain libertines but when that or menial labor wasn't distracting them, they enjoyed the freshness of their youthful companions. Always the elder seduced the younger, and Lakia being fourteen, although frequently seduced, played the active in many cases as well. While being frigged by the discomforting hand of a woman in her twenties, Lakia noticed one day in the cold ship showers that three new girls of spectacular beauty had joined the construction. They shivered most majestically under the coldness which splashed them and clearly weren't the type to have spent such time as since their eighth year here, being of such high sensitivity. To satisfy our hebephilic readers yet again, you can rest assured all three of these beauties were ripe between the ages of eleven and twelve. One had delicious curly blonde hair and a set of pale eyes. Another was also blonde yet with darker little portals looking out from her black soul. Contrast to her soul, her skin was as milky and splendid as a child's could be. The third was a taller girl with long lashes and brown hair who, despite prison rules on such items, managed to keep a Nazi necklace with her upon being captured. The first we've described was Brendina, the second Elseck, the third Melorette. They turned out to be the three notorious California baby killers. The public doesn't like to believe those capable of such crimes could be kids so young, so the media blamed the killings on two fat, jobless nepiophiles, as you always do. But here were the real killers, their identities hidden from the public and detained until at least their fifteenth year. Lakia had heard every detail about their crimes. The three had each left their parents and met up at the home of a female hebephile they'd been chatting with online for quite some time. The woman seduced each one and enjoyed frequent orgies with the three nymphets. She made them utterly addicted to pleasure and also showed them how infliction of pain on others can bring pleasure to the inflictor. No doubt they practiced several times on animals before their protector encouraged them to go around town babysitting as they please. The protector was a doctor and frequently slaughtered infants in the maternity ward. Those which she could steal and bring home she always would, torturing them most horrifically while frigging herself with her three new accomplices. Yet she wouldn't share her victims and insisted her three new guests would have to find their own to satisfy their tastes. So the three little beauties put a plan together in which they would babysit in three different places at once, their protector giving them all the recommendation they needed around this trusting neighbourhood in California. Each girl would then steal her infant charge and meet back at the doctor's house. There they would kill, torture and maim in whatever way they pleased. Then still within their hours of charge, they'd return the subjects to the houses. Only they'd mix their subjects up. One family got back the tortured body of another's infant while their own was at their house. This method kept the police confused and off track for many long months although it was also their undoing. The cops figured the best way to catch the three brats was to discover precisely where three babysitting jobs were occurring at the same time. With a multitude of babysitter's arrested simultaneously, they ran through each one until they got a match on the prints and Brendina, Elseck and Melorette were sent off to the prison boat. The fact her three accomplices hadn't contacted her in several hours, which she instructed them always to do, alerted the doctor to their capture and she moved cities before she could be located. Once within those prison showers, the little baby killer girls, recognized by the other inmates who were updated quite frequently on their prison's new additions, started getting their tender little flesh felt up quite roughly by some sandpapered, older lesbian hands. Lakia quickly intervened before they could be harmed or even fucked. She stepped in the way of the two lesbian's harassing them and, armed with a metal poll and hardly fighting fair, the little fourteen year old gashed one's stomach open and knocked another unconscious, tearing her jaw permanently out of place. Lakia was restrained of course and several years added to her sentence yet her harsh action managed to keep the other prisoners away from the baby killers until Lakia could have the three of them all to herself. She received copious thanks for having saved them from certain, finger and tongue raping doom. They had requested to share the room with Lakia and were granted just that for their safety. Instantly our young heroine had to know more of the accomplishments of these three little fiends. "I've smothered several real young, toothless babies with my little cunt alone," Brendina confessed with a wide grin. "I held their heads firmly between these tiny little thighs of mine and kept them with their nose pressed into the beginning of my ass crack. Oh how it felt good to feel that desperately thrashing tongue flicking about in my cunt while they died." "I'd always frig myself in a baby's face while I mutilated his genitals with scissors, sharp pencils and such," Elseck admitted. "I remember on several occasions I've used one of those large pencil sharpeners on the cocks of several toddlers. I leave them with very pointed, bleeding instruments once I'm done sharpening them real good." Melorette chuckled. "I personally like to fuck my babies in their every hole with a paint brush. I finally kill them by fucking them in the eyes with those brushes." Lakia reported to them all the horrors she herself had committed and instantly she got both a million thanks and a million regrets from the three girls she entertained. Regrets due to the fact that they hadn't been blessed with as secure a position as she had enjoyed to get away with so many crimes for such a reasonable time. "Well it wasn't as secure as I thought it was, or else I wouldn't have ended up here," Lakia sighed. "It was just a matter of me being too trusting of the wrong people. Alas, I was jailed. But we should celebrate now I'm here with you three like minds. Let us now forget everything in the world save our beautiful bodies, and most importantly, what we can achieve from each other's tongues and fingers." With that reassuring company on board, constantly making Lakia feel at home, she was met with a few others of similar designs in evil. But only one other in such a depth as the waist high waters of depravity she stood in with the three baby killers. This fourth individual, rather disappointing for Lakia's mind who was constantly turned to seeking out the beautiful, was by far the ugliest little girl you could find in the Western realm. Half her hair was curled, half was in disarray, her nose was overly large as well as her chin. Not to mention her eyes were so small they could be mistaken for a snail's. And for the sake of the stalks, her eyelids protruded them forward in just that fashion. She had to constantly wear protective glasses, having been born with such a defect which rendered her eyes impossible to completely close or be shielded on the necessary level of ensuring dust and germs were clear of the pupils. The glasses helped her see yet eye sight seemed doomed to eventually fail. She ensured herself while she had some years of sight seeing left, she'd use them to witness as many horrors as the world cared to show her, or as she would care to enact. Her name was Laiene, and her story built upon subject matter certain to be both arousing and interesting to you, if her physical looks can't manage to satisfy your taste. Mentally, this sixteen year old satisfied Lakia's preferences beyond what was possible. Laiene was perhaps tenfold in world wisdom and new the political systems of the modern world like the back of her strange, claw-like hand. She also knew where crime still managed to thrive in such a world as ours, choked by many laws. She'd enjoyed a holiday to both Thailand and India prior to her return to America and her captivity in the General's barred boat. While touring overseas with her family, she'd enacted plentiful crimes where the law was less watchful. And upon her return to our awful civilization, her confidence soaring as she attempted to imitate the freedom she'd known overseas, had sent this unlucky individual straight to where she currently resided. Her parents were so disgusted with her that they didn't even care to intervene with an appeal or a decent lawyer. "They didn't know they'd made a monster," Laiene was informing Lakia and her three new acquaintances as soon as she moved into their cabin with them. "Daddy must have been thinking some horrifying thoughts when he shot his cum into my mommy, for surely his penis couldn't have produced such a disfigured semen unless it had been provoked by one fuck of an evil discharge. I daresay, had he been able to examine what he'd shot inside her, surely he would have attempted to flush it out before it found its way to an egg. But alas for them, they made me. And especially alas for their reputation." "Being so hideous I was picked on in school. Thus I gave up trying to impress anyone and threw aside all motivation. Which is why I wasn't enjoying a comfortable position in life upon my trip overseas. I was just a failing high school student whose parents were trying to brutally force into the menial workplace. But I did very much enjoy my trip to those wondrous places where freedom still reins higher than the law, and where people are free to visit child brothels and buy victims to keep and dispose of as they please. Once you bought a life it was yours. I bought several with all my allowance, which was big money to those foreigners. Ha! And the funny thing was my mother was having a nervous breakdown prior to this trip for she suspected it would be my father or one of my older brothers who'd give her Hell over there. She kept waiting for them to demand they go enjoy a prostitute or two and to have to shame them as they returned with syphilis. Little did she expect that her sixteen year old daughter had ventured over there to buy herself some children from those brothels, and then to torture them in such a way which has not yet been recorded by anyone in the field of detailing the fails of humanity." "You can tell us, I doubt we're anything but your equal in humane fail," Lakia chuckled. Laiene smiled right back. "Revenge on my bullies was just as equal an encouragement to my movements as was the sexual element. Prior to arriving over there, I'd masturbated plenty of times to young girls, having established long before the trip that I was a pedophile lesbian. But always were my fantasies most torturous, of rape, snuff and revenge topics alone. So once alone with a few live specimens whose existence meant nought and who were shaped (if although not coloured) just like the bullies from my past, I initiated the most victorious slaughter of around twenty eight year old girls, depleting me of my entire holiday allowance of course. But it was worth every blood drop... and every orgasm I achieved from frigging myself during of course." And speaking of friggery, that was precisely what her entire audience did when Laiene recounted of her tortures overseas. She went as far as sticking a hundred razors up the ass of one little girl and super gluing her vagina shut. Then she left her locked in a basement for a week, by the end of which her bladder had burst and she'd lacerated her bowel by shitting out so many metal pieces. As she died, Laiene rubbed off one of the best orgasms her cunt ever managed upon the girl's sickly features. She also cut out the eyes of several girls and tossed them naked into a room filled with nails, thumbtacks and needles. She'd watch them tear themselves asunder trying to find a way out, all the while she'd frig herself, viewing the performance through a window. She'd even roasted one child alive limb by limb, slicing off the pieces she and her friends at the brothel were to dine on week after week then cauterizing where she'd severed said limb. The victim had remained alive for quite some time before this slow devouring ended her struggles. Thus, evil extended beyond possible recounting when it came to this little bitch. "Wow, your methods wet the cunts of your entire audience, no doubt," Lakia shared sneaky little smirks with the three on their knees beside her, listening intently to all which Laiene cheerfully flung from her lips as if telling of a holiday spent in more moderate activities. "If only we could now enact for ourselves such horrific doings." "Why ever not," Laiene shrugged. "There's eight year olds everywhere imprisoned here as well. And do recall, the penalty for taking a life here are years added to your sentence. But personally, examining how illicit this prison system is, release is most likely death. So the more years enchained to service, the more you have to survive. Let us slaughter some of those little beauties without any further hesitation." As it turned out, Brendina, whose current situation forced her to up the age of her preference for nepiophilic victims, had for a long time been spying upon an eight year old girl with a particularly babyish face. The poor thing was jailed there for angrily stabbing a classmate in the eyeball and accidentally killing him. As soon as she fell into the grasp of our five brutal prison sisters, her death was not at all enviable. They brought her to the vacant shower room and fiercely tied her up. Then after having stripped her naked, they turned on the coldest showerheads upon her. As she was drenched and shivering all over, this mild pain was added to. Laiene found a slither of glass of which, binding the blunter end with some fabrics, she'd turned into a kind of knife. Grabbing ahold of her victim's wet throat and teasing her the whole time, she slit her flat little tits off with the blade end. Or rather, dug deep into her chest yet not deep enough to kill her. The small flaps of nippled skin she removed from her chest were tossed from the window and thus fed the fishes. Brendina meanwhile stepped her boot down hard upon the child's vagina, repeatedly stomping until without doubt the thing was deformed. Her tormenting voice was equally savage. Melorette repeatedly punched the child's stomach, hideously bruising it and causing spurts of vomit to shoot sky high from her little lips. Finally this pathetic little life was ended by Elseck who, grabbing ahold of her ears, used them like handles in twisting the neck around and around until finally it burst and eventually tore away from the spinal column. She rubbed her cunt gently over the features of that bloodied, severed head, finally cumming into its open, screaming jaw. "Well this was a lubricious show indeed," Lakia commented. "Yet I fail to see the part where it was supposed to make me cum. I need to lay some hands on the victim as well you know." "We have an entire night's searching to do before they'll start to suspect anything," Laiene insisted as she and Brendina forced the body from the shower cabin window and into the ocean. Directly after they hunted down a silky-skinned, wide blue-eyed child of the same age and hauled her into the ship's lowest segment. The basic basement to the prison ship served as a magnificent grounds for slaughter. That poor screaming little thing was punched and kicked repeatedly by every one of her captors. "I'm not satisfied until her bones break!," Melorette screamed, viciously kicking and stomping, successfully snapping an arm. "Wait, let's get more inventive," Lakia encouraged, searching about and constructing a noose from the plentiful rope. "Tie this around the little bitch's ankles." This they managed with perfection. Then after throwing open the window to this basement level, they realised by opening it they had come near to flooding the ship. The sea level was scarcely beneath it. But they went through with their plans nonetheless, forcing the child through the window and all the while gripping the rope. Thus she was pulled through the water for several minutes and then retrieved. She was horribly shaken and delusional, scarcely thinking straight at all. Back through the window they packed her and dragged her for a whole fifteen minutes. Once back inside they noticed the dizzy creature could only mumble and spit out water. "Perfect!," Elseck declared, kicking her between the legs. "This is just what we wanted." They then hung her from the celling by her ankles. And she did nought but spew out what had been stirred inside her by the ride. The seriously perverted Laiene reclined beneath her and bathed in the shower of that child's vomit while Lakia punched her stomach to keep the flow up. The other girls frigged themselves while watching. It was in this dangling fashion they managed to have her choke to death on her own puke. "I'm not stopping yet," Lakia then insisted. "This run of ours has been too perfect, let's find another." The next they located was a gorgeous child of eight, her hair a wonderful brunette, her eyes the most unusual mixture of pitch black pupil with piercing blue rings about them. Her body was gifted with skin so taut and yet so soft. Her entire childish form utterly mouth watering. She possessed the most gentle looking hands a kid could have, a little cunt which was to die for, an utterly beautiful shaped young ass and a pair of feet you'd worship with a million kisses, licks and sacrifices. The child's name was Ulimpine. She fell instantly in love with Lakia and tongued her mouth in the way only an expert little tribade could. Yet of course, her sadism was worthy of Lakia's gang when she proved such brutality in the following torture. A girl of her same age, her room mate as a matter of fact, was strapped down and all the while viciously begging Ulimpine to help her. The latter plunged five steel nails through both eyeballs, blinding her thoroughly. Then down each ear canal she slid a nail, piercing her friend's eardrums and erupting them in the most vicious explosion of pain. Then, ripping down her skirt and climbing upon the little bench she was tied to, Ulimpine removed her own skirt as well and slid her legs into the tribbing position. "I love fucking a child before I kill her," this not so innocent child shrieked as she rubbed herself to an orgasm against the mostly unresponsive cunt of the other child. She then continued to slide nails up her pussy until without doubt they filled her bladder and a rush of piss and blood oozed around her tattered hole. To top things off, Ulimpine repeatedly used the other child's stomach as a trampoline until several vital organs had burst. And not even granting her death, she left her like that to suffer. It was no surprise that Lakia, instantly in love with this girl, was sprinkling kisses all over her childish body, devoted to her every segment of taut flesh and her every tight orifice. "Oh Ulimpine," she cried, "this must be what love at first sight feels like." "I do hope so," Ulimpine replied. "I want you to take me with you wherever you go. You're such a like mind, and in the short time we've committed atrocities together, I've come to love you just as much." "Wherever I go, you'll come too my darling," Lakia promised her, firmly tonguing her delicate mouth. "We will kill many more little bitches together. You and me, and the rest of the crew of course," she nodded to the others. "How long have you been here honey?," she inquired to the new recruit. "Only a day, and I desperately need to get away. Not only have I never taken a cold shower in my life and have sworn I never will, but I really miss my mommy." Lakia chuckled, gently licking her flesh. "That's precisely while you're so delicious, since you haven't bathed since you came here obviously. The taste of little girl is extra strong on your skin." Ulimpine grinned. "Yes, mommy also agrees it's more delicious when a child is untouched by water for some time." "She sounds like the reason you're here," Lakia informed her frankly. Ulimpine nodded. "Yes, my mommy and I are lovers. Have always been. She made love to me as a toddler and I liked it. She made love to me all through childhood and I fucking loved it! And she was still making love to me and I was having the time of my life, precisely when they came in and took me away from her." "What bastards would do that?," Lakia inquired. "The fuckwitted social services of course," Ulimpine replied with a sigh. "Mommy promised she'd see me again soon and take me far away from those assholes who imprisoned me. She was planning to help me escape the rehab centre they sent me to. Of course, when I was transferred here my hopes completely sunk. Obviously they're so disgusted with a dirty girl like me they want to make me vanish from the world entirely. And why wouldn't they? I've done far worse than incest after all." "What would that be?," Lakia inquired, becoming increasingly heated from the child's words. A big, pretty, white toothed grin crossed Ulimpine's features. "Mommy and I used to purchase dogs and cats from the RSPCA, torture them then abandon them. Then as we became more and more confident, we started to steal toddlers directly out of their parent's yards, making them meet the same gruesome fate the animals did. We have, or we had, a basement dedicated to torturing victims alone. We'd leave anything, human or animal, tangled in laces of barbed wire and see how long they could survive. One of our favourite methods, which we used on several big dogs and fat toddlers, was to roast either an arm or a leg over a fire, then to see how long they could live with a limb made of utterly cooked meat. It was never overly long, but impressive." "Wow," Lakia chuckled with an extra wide smirk. "America never ceases to amaze and inspire me." Ulimpine giggled. "I know. A country with so many strict rules has many amazing secrets. Anyway, mommy always said she loved sucking on her baby girl. She loved the orgasms I gave her. But they were all the more special when her baby was cruel, merciless and vicious toward the victims we held. She didn't want an innocent, frightened little girl for a child. And she certainly didn't get one when it came to me. She did with my predecessor however, although it was all for the best since my bitch sister turned out to be one of our victims. It was my hand which dealt the final blow, since we killed her with small stabbings of forks and I went too deep in one eye. I was rewarded by being instantly tickled in my little cunt by mommy's tongue. How she loved me!" "I understand her love," Lakia replied, kissing the sweet little angel yet again. "I could listen and masturbate to your angelic voice all day. But enough story time for now, we must go about torturing as many more victims as possible before our fun is halted." They accosted their next child halfway up the staircase to the cabin quarters. They hauled her back to the basement, viciously punching, kicking and tormenting her the whole way down. "You're gonna die, you're gonna die soon," the cute little Ulimpine repeatedly told her over and over again. Laiene held her firmly to the floor, the glass blade threateningly at her neck. "Alright, strip the little cow," she snarled fiercely. Lakia got her dress and shoes off while Ulimpine stripped her socks and underwear. Then in came Elseck, who'd fashioned herself a home made strap-on with multiple protective underwear and rope. The weapon which her crotch wielded was a rusting spike of steel. Repeatedly she raped the child's ass and cunt with the weapon. Then Laiene ripped her back by the hair viciously and insisted Elseck mouth-fuck the screaming girl. The whole while this went on, Ulimpine stomped again and again on her tailbone and reduced it to nought but an aching crumble of bones and nerves within her body. Not only would she certainly never walk again, but the child had so perfectly attacked her there as to not cause her to be paralysed and absent of feeling. Her live body was lashed with chain by each girl, then bashed with nail enforced wooden planks. Only when she was a disfigured wreck did her attackers strip off their own clothes, move aside all hazards and frig themselves over the mushy red corpse their vicious attacks had reduced into said state. Once recovered, perspired and utterly dripping with one another's hot relief, the savage troop seemed to simultaneously sigh and declare their killing spree over. To confirm, Melorette took a swing at the skull of the recently killed child, employing a spike of metal for the task. She sent the head flying to the other end of the basement where it smashed against the far wall. "Last shot of the day," she chuckled. There was of course, no hiding what they'd been up to. Not only did each have the aroma of freshly frigged little girl (or teen in Laiene and Lakia's case), but the blood stains refused to entirely leave both their clothes and their flesh, in spite of furious scrubbing. Were they alone on the ship, the evidence would still take perhaps more than a week to utterly dispose of. The six evil girls were brought to the lieutenant's office on the top floor. He simply sighed at them, looking the pretty lasses up and down from head to foot, no doubt with a boner in his pants. "You little bitches, I don't know what to do with," he confessed. "I was thinking about sacrificing you for the sake of keeping the other prisoners safe, but alas a quick death would undoubtedly only serve the happiness of you six. And considering you Lakia, you who were brought on here for the purpose of the Secretary of State's passion, I do believe it is far worse for you to remain living." Lakia's eyes widened. "What was that you just said? The Secretary of State's passion?" The lieutenant blushed, having realised he'd just spilled a little too much to the young lady who was supposed to be kept in ignorance. "Don't you mind that," he ordered. But Lakia had clearly already put things together, showing that with her precious little grin. "So that's whose authority overruled that of Heudreilas's. Do you mean to say the Secretary of State has taken an interest in me? By fucking Jesus! I must be the luckiest immigrant this country has ever seen!" "You're an evil little bitch who somehow manages to escape her every consequence, but yes," the lieutenant then admitted. "In fact, he doesn't just want you now. He wants all your prison friends as well, the ones you socialize the most with. In short, all six of you cruel little beauties are scheduled to satisfy his cruel passion. Whether he'll be kind to you or not in its execution (which I'm assuming and hoping he won't be) he nevertheless demands females who have spent some time behind bars. It is irrelevant when it comes to the accomplices to his main focus. You little Ulimpine, who have only been here for less than a day, are very much welcomed into his passion as well. But as for his main focus, and that is you Lakia, he requires a girl who has been in prison for around about a year. Or has at least spent a birthday therein." Lakia grinned. "Well he'll have to wait. My fifteenth is still several months away." "Well he's not waiting any longer. I've informed him of all the trouble you've been causing for me, and for some reason he replied by saying and I quote `I can't control my boner.' Hence he's obviously gotten off upon hearing all your murderous activities and now he wants to see your entire group early. He actually schedules girls like you for his every passion, so it's no big honor. He pre-selects a year prior that which will satisfy a year later and so on. But he's hurrying things along with you and your troop Lakia. Perhaps you'll be put out of your misery earlier, since his helicopter will be picking you up tomorrow." "Don't worry my sweeties," Lakia reassured her fellow girls once they'd left the lieutenant's office. "I have a way with politicians and he'll see that I'm not at all like his other victims. I'll convince him you five are of similar different material. Pretty soon, if we're lucky, we may even be residing in the White House. Now let's get some damned sleep before the big day tomorrow." Not one of them in the slightest fear, every young lass who was partisan to that savage group slept like rocks in their cabin, all of them naked and snoring the night away in the warmth of each other's female flesh. Chapter 10 Expectations to be welcomed into the White House turned out to be overrated optimism. Not that there was much difference between that wealthy residence and the private mansion of the State Secretary. Xorman was as severe a libertine as you could be. There was not one crime this white moustached and coal-eyed villain hadn't committed while encloaked by the law's protection. His mansion, designed quite unorthodox, deserves some closer attention. There were fifty levels, each one mapped out with a red carpeted pathway in the shape of a giant cross. Thus, you had a rectangular patch of rooms on the lower half and two square patches upon the upper. Doors ranged all the way along the pathways, about thirty for the rectangular patch and around twelve for the square ones. Thus each floor had in total forty-two different rooms roughly the size of an entire average house. The first ten of these floors were the only ones he permitted the media and his unsuspecting co-workers into. Each one of the upper forty were pure pleasure chambers, devoted to his lewd acts. Seldom would he permit anyone short of a President or another Secretary to join him in those upper levels. And as for the media. The only shots they'd ever get of that towering construction would look upon the outside of those extra forty levels. Never would anything of the interior be displayed to the public. With good reason as well. The Secretary owned an army of brutal, muscular male servants. He could thus have himself embuggered whenever he wished with a simple gesture. These men, armed with capsicum spray, batons and automatic handguns, managed roughly a hundred victims per every level. The victims consisted of boat loads of refugees, neighbourhoods full of delinquents, criminals emptied of jails, captured enemy prisoners from Iraq, prostitutes from every country, schools of children from poverty stricken areas and unwanted babies stolen fresh from adoption centres. Thus, the Secretary had absolutely everything he needed in both genders, in every race and of every age. And if that isn't enough to convince you of this man's perversion, then you ought to be aware of the following. The top floor was dedicated strictly to animals. These creatures were fed viagra daily and whenever he wished, the Secretary would recline in the lounges up there and be fucked soundly by dogs, apes and even horses. There was no sexual preference, no known or unknown paraphilia this man couldn't satisfy. But still, he never classed his play with his captured victims as anything even close to a `passion.' They were rather a constant source of preliminaries or aftermath. His central passion was, as you can full well guess, for young girls snatched out of prison. Most of all the ones which deserved to be there, and almost always a group of criminals with one particular leader, who had spent at least a year imprisoned. So Lakia and her troop of five were the perfect gift to his drooling hunger. "You Lakia," he commented as they were brought before the throne he'd erected for himself upon the eleventh floor, constructed purely from gold and placed in the dead centre of the hallway cross. "You my sweetie, are not at all what I expected. They are mostly girls of my colour who commit vigorous crimes against us betters and who thus, are thrown in jail. They have a lot more spite for us since their parents spoil them more. You however, you who have come from trashy India I'm told, surprise me with your presence here. Usually those from harsh conditions are more grateful for the positions the US grants them." Lakia smiled. "First of all Secretary, do not be so racist as to assume all refugees are unintelligent. Plenty of us prove just as well that we know the ways to live a proper life as do the white girls who rebel. We are aware that as human beings, our one goal is to attend to our own individual needs, at the expense of absolutely everyone around us. Which is the only reason why I've gotten so far. I haven't once let myself be so thoroughly tainted with gratitude that I'd bend a knee to any of you perverts in charge. I, like those spoilt white girls, have made all the correct decisions in life. Caring for oneself is the only pathway to happiness. And always it is blocked from the majority through things like gratitude and those harsh names you give us, such as `spoilt' of course, as well as `selfish.' But I, like the intelligent rebels, are more than proud to be both spoilt and selfish." "Second of all, why does it surprise you so much to learn of my position. It was you after all, who saved me from the Secretary of Defence was it not?" "It was," Xorman responded. "But I wouldn't have had to save you were it not for certain flaws in your behaviour which lead to you being there in the first place. One Congressman Helvus, another NSA agent Klorbini and a Senator Rigus all report to me that you're quite ill behaved." "Twas because I was safely in their presence at the time," Lakia replied. "And their behaviour stooped lower than mine, trust me." "What encouraged Heudreilas to turn on you?" "I didn't encourage it at all. It was a plot by his son," Lakia answered. She unveiled her history. Xorman frowned when she was done. "Are you sure you weren't at fault?" "My only fault was trusting people just as evil as I. I somehow suspected that through debauchery and crime, we had developed a sense of loyalty. But I have only Korneth to blame, he put my downfall in action after all. May I ask, what interest is this to you?" Xorman replied. "Lakia, I'll confess to you now and put your mind at rest. This questionnaire is merely for the sake of ensuring your evil spirit is made of stern stuff and didn't slip up anywhere along the way. I didn't have you rescued just to simply satisfy my passion. I got word of your crimes, which convinced me quite strongly that you're of my type if not my blood. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone betraying you, which is thus why I scheduled you to be saved from that prison boat. And, unless you wish otherwise, I'll spare your five acquaintances here as well." Instantly Lakia fell into that man's embrace, the other girls doing so as well. They kissed him, not just on the lips but everywhere, including his prick. He chuckled and had them all recline in his arms and spoke gently to Lakia. "Unfortunately, knowledge of your continued existence will mean war with the Defence Secretary. It's not that I can't over power him but it will simply cause too great a civil dispute for the USA to handle right now. Better he assumes my passion had you killed, which is why I scheduled things to appear that way. And as far as he and his close acquaintances are concerned, you girls have already perished in the execution of my passion. Well shall keep them believing that as long as possible. At least until Heudreilas has either forgotten about you or he loses his post and will be nought but an open target for my forces." "Xorman, my dear saviour, I shall not whisper a thing," Lakia promised after embracing him again. "But now that I'm in your possession and hopefully your protection, I should like to see your passion executed nonetheless. In a structure such as this, I'm assuming your victims are plentiful." "You'd be correct Lakia. And having planned to spare you ahead of time, I've had a second group of the required elements prepared and waiting. I shall ejaculate with them. Until then however, I should like some vigorous foreplay with your team if you don't mind." What he did with them turned out to be exactly what he'd do as foreplay with the team he planned to kill. Although of course he did it much softer with our heroines. He embuggered one and would fuck or gently hump her for no less than twenty minutes, during which he'd sprinkle abundant kisses on the bare asses of her five companions. Then he'd embugger another and go through the ass kissing yet again. By the time he'd finished with Lakia's little team, his member was pointing skyward. "Alright," he insisted as he guided them into one of the many house-sized pleasure chambers. "The official round is upon us. I must say, having just played with you girls I'm abruptly ready to discharge too soon. You all have a charm about you the other thousands of jail-child teams I've fucked have always lacked. I should scarcely hold my fuck in for the required time." "So cum twice," Lakia offered. "Is that such a big deal for a man who clearly clings to the last threads of youth?" "No, however the initial discharge for the ceremony is important," Xorman warned. "I need to feel as horny as one can get, otherwise I won't carry things all the way." "You need to be horny to commit a crime?" "Once again, no. But to indulge in such consumptions as the ones you're about to see, your mind must be wild." They sat back and watched him go through the same routine with a batch of girls similar, although of far less beauty value, to them. Although as he fucked he also bit and chewed off chunks of flesh from the shoulder and ass cheek areas, swallowing all which his teeth pulled free. Then he tied all six of them to polls and lacerated their behinds with a cat o nine tails. Against those bloody rears he massaged his features, licking those perfect little holes and massaging the stomachs. The belly massages were performed in such a way which caused said victims to let go of their bladders, and the hot downpour he drenched himself in, lapping up several cups full of piss from those captives. Then once again he was at the rear and re-performed the massage, this time having a direct effect on the bowel muscles and without hesitation, he swallowed everything he made appear from those anus's. Next he had himself dildo-fucked by a fat-breasted lesbian, all the while sodomizing the empty rectums he'd just dined from. Yet indeed the delinquents and children who fell victim to this deadly passion were not spared from anything further. Signalling to his nearest servants, the doors to the chamber were opened and in poured a flood of his captives, all brutalized and trained to do nought but pleasure him. They struck lewd poses around him and all kissed his mouth, men women and children alike. He didn't pay attention to his six victims again until he had finished vigorously making love to the crowd, kissing any mouth, any ass, any cunt or sucking any prick which happened to be turned his way. Now fired up from the orgy and with the lesbian's strap-on still buried firmly in his rear, he started to embugger the six victims again. Only their heads were placed in a guillotine this time and he didn't pull out of any without first severing their necks. These many pleasurable contractions gripping his prick as well as the vigorous foreplay he'd received earlier from Lakia's troop caused him to let go in the second of his head-severed victims, when usually it only occurred in the last. Yet forcing to the back of his mind all the filth his mouth was tainted with, he continued to fuck in madman style and unleashed his second into the bowel of the last. Straight after he took a shower, clearly not liking shit so much when his balls had been milked twice. Then he later had them join him for supper in his grand dining hall, pouring them all fizzy drinks with a few drops of liquor mixed in. "Oh my little darlings," he chuckled. "For a reason yet to be uncovered, when people take a liking to a certain passion it grips them like no other, be it simple or complex. Mine has never left me since, at the age of seventeen, dad permitted me to rape my fourteen year old sister as punishment for her delinquency. She fought back so much during it that I had to sever her head with a butcher knife. Then I abruptly became so aroused by the contractions around my member that, when her bowel let go, I was in such a state I consumed some of her shit. And thus, here I am today, moulded as such with no greater passion despite the availability to invent others that I surround myself with. This shall always be my favourite. But, as you can see, I add to it." "Your passion alone impresses me with or without additions, I can see why you have selected it as your master manner of unleashing," Lakia replied. "Well don't let me be the centre of attention," Xorman abruptly encouraged. "I wish to see precisely how you girls execute your passions. First however, I'd like to sea each of you brought to the highest state of ecstasy it is possible to reside in, or else you certainly won't be in the mood to unleash your most vicious of them all." Ulimpine, that pleasant little minx, had herself tongued in front and behind, her precious feet worshipped simultaneously. All the while another servant would suck her mouth and another, each of her flat little tits. Brendina and Elseck initiated identical positions. Melorette insisted on being humped from the rear with a dildo, a tongue in the cunt and all the while her face passionately kissed and licked by one particular big-lipped servant who could have well passed for mongoloid. The contrast between her face licker and the adorable face receiving the licks was nothing short of stunning. Laiene was cunt sucked, ass sucked and bull-whipped over her well-thrashed rear by one of the prettiest young creatures the scene had to offer. Pain instantly increased her libido as well as the will to inflict it. Lakia had similar treatment done unto her cunt while wielding snake-whips in each fist, lashing two servant girls chained to poles either side of her. So yes, even though this particular case of pleasure was intended to do nought but give to our six heroines, Lakia was always one to insist dealing a little as well. Twas all that could truly fire her up into the state Xorman wished to see her in. And the rest of her comrades, thrown into such immense pleasures after several hours of these attentions, were just as readied to commit a murderous passion before the eyes of the State Secretary, one which would outdo all done so far. You should have seen each of those girls as they emerged from their little areas of public devotion. Each one may as well have been squirting sparks of aroused, savage, sadistic fire from their very eyes. Even the young Ulimpine was not one to be excluded from being placed in such severity of character. If anything, she outdid her comrades in her obvious bloodlust. Yet now it shall be recounted how they enacted what the Secretary's girls had so prepared them for. And indeed be warned, if to such an immense degree it pleased Xorman, it is certain to displease the wary, closed-minded reader. Yet it is indeed my duty and passion to recount such things, so let's pursue. To be entirely frank, they executed their entire troop of pleasurers. It turned out those who granted the pleasures to them were namely those who they were lusting to kill so bad. Ulimpine had her entire troop fastened to the floor, shackled there hand and foot. Then dancing across them with a pair of razor bladed stilettos, she punctured holes gradually up their bodies. Starting at their feet and advancing through their shins and up their thighs. She stopped when she got to their guts, impressed that she hadn't pierced any femoral arteries, for that would end their pain too soon. She went around to each of their mouths after removing her stilettos, forcing her adorable bare toes therein and having them sucked by her tormentors, who kindly did so with all the same devotion they'd shown prior. It did little good to touch that child's icy heart. Using an electronic little saw, she sliced off their hands and feet, then slowly diced their arms all the way to the shoulders and their legs all the way to the knees. Now scarcely alive and having believed they'd felt all the agony it was possible to suffer, Ulimpine introduced one last little surprise for them. She had them all buried alive, their heads locked in containers filled with soil upon which they suffocated. She then lay naked upon their dying, heaving bodies and discharged several times. Charming child indeed. Brendina initiated an interesting passion by having all her pleasurers hung by the neck from a noose of chain. Then calling for a team of Xorman's servants, she had each wield a steel baseball bat and bash the hanging victims as hard as they could, upon every segment of the body. Straight after she made love to each of the bruised, mildly choking girls. Then she had the nooses tightened so the necks were officially restricted into a death grip. Instantly she called back the beaters, who thrashed them particularly on the bladder area as they died. She lay beneath their feet, reclining under the waves of their piss. Melorette had hers one by one jump out the window. Some fell into the outdoor sacrificial pool which Xorman had filled with tiny alligators. The others fell into a ditch she demanded be prepared with the interior sides and base studded with nails. All landed maimed and were walled in so that ditch soon became their grave. Elseck frigged herself while watching some of Xorman's man servants rape, flog and beat her whole team. She then lay with each of the bruised victims and apologized to each of them, enjoying the fact they suddenly trusted her again. Then straight after she had them each tied up within giant thorn bushes and sprinkled with poison ivy. The thorns were also directed so every one of their eyes were pierced as well as their clits. Plentiful thorns were crammed into their bowels and vaginas. Laiene had all of her pleasurers skinned alive and tied up in one row of shackles, dangling from a horizontal steel celling beam like a group of coat hangers. She attacked each one individually, some with knives and others with forks. She snatched the organs from their bodies and shed several discharges while smearing herself with such mixtures, intestines, hearts and lungs all thrown into the mixture. She was even chewing on a liver during her final bodily quake for the day. Lakia summarized things with her grand limb tearing finale. She tribbed with each of her victims, meanwhile their ankles were attached to chains pulled fast by winding machinery. In short, she rubbed her cunt against theirs and discharged each time at the precise moment the chains yanked her victim's legs free from their hips and the torso fell away. It was in this bloody-cunted state she was licked and worshipped afresh by Xorman, who stated it had never before crossed his mind that he'd one day have to entertain guests as splendid as Lakia and her vicious troop.