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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.