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 Title: The Ulimate Penance
Author: Serum114
Tags: Mg Mf MFf Pedo Rape Torture BDSM Snuff
Email: SerumStories@gmail.com
I would really appreciate your remarks about my story, whether you hated

or loved it.
Synopsis:
Maria Garza is a shy 11 year old girl.  When two female bullies rape her

in the school bathroom, Maria's father decides to teach them a lesson.

   WARNING **This story is for entertainment purposes only.  The acts
depicted are morally repugnant and should not be enjoyed outside of one's
imagination.**

   The Ulimate Penance by Serum114



   It was a humid June morning in Austin, Texas.  Luis turned off the
burner on the stove, and dished out two plates of scrambled eggs.  "Maria."
He called, his voice echoing through the small two bedroom apartment. 
"Breakfast is ready, honey!" The toaster sprung up two slices of whole
wheat toast.  Two minutes later, Maria walked into the kitchen.  She smiled
at her father.  She was a very pretty 11 year old.  She shared both her
father's small frame and dark, Mesoamerican skin.  Her dark and
effortlessly soft hair hung halfway down her back.  The rising sun peaked
through the window, and reflected brightly on her locks.  The girl sat in
her seat and took a drink of her orange juice.  "Would you like a piece of
toast?" Luis asked his young daughter.

   "Yes, please." He placed the child's plate in front of her and sat down.
"These are really, good." Maria said, smiling with a mouth full of eggs.

   "Thanks sweetie." A smiling Maria had not been a common sight over the
past year.  Her mother had been killed in a car accident the previous
spring.  Maria didn't take it well.  The young girl had always been very
shy, and found it very difficult to make friends.  Her mother, who worked
as the nurse at her school, had been the only soul she could open up to. 
When she died, Maria fell into a deep depression.  She would go days
without speaking, and would cry for hours on end.  The student's at Maria's
school had created a mural, and hung pictures dedicated to the much loved
nurse.  Maria couldn't bear going back, constantly reminded of her horrible
loss.  So the girl missed the last few weeks of the semester.  During the
summer, Luis took Maria to a therapist who recommended a transfer of
schools.  So that's what Luis did.  With a large cash settlement paid by
the wealthy executive who caused the crash, Luis entered his daughter into
Austin's best private school.  He took a janitorial job at the school,
partly to keep an eye on Maria and partly because children of school
employees received steep discounts in tuition.  For the first couple
months, everything was going well.  Maria was getting straight A's and even
made a couple friends.  Everything changed one day in November.  A popular
clique of seventh grade girls found out who Maria's father was.  They
started endlessly harassing and bullying her.  Maria's few friends
abandoned and shunned her in an attempt to avoid the same treatment.  She
was teased for being poor.  She was teased because she did well in her
class.  But most of the abuse related to her being Mexican.  By the end of
the school year, her depression had worsened.  That's why seeing his
daughter's smiling face filled Luis with such joy.

   There was only about a week remaining in the school year and Maria was
to spend the summer with her cousins in Wisconsin.  Luis's sister-in-law
had called him a few nights prior.  She said that she would be happy if the
two came to visit for the summer.  Luis couldn't, but he said he was sure
Maria would love the idea.  She did.  She had always gotten along very well
with her cousins.  Further contributing to Maria's cheery mood was a
weekend shopping spree Luis had taken her on.  He had been saving for
several months to buy the girl a pair of eyeglasses that she very much
needed.  Luis spent several hours on Saturday with her trying on dozens of
different frames, before finding a cute pair that was within Luis's budget.
On Sunday, he treated her to lunch and a movie followed by several hours at
the mall picking out several new outfits.

   "Are you sure you can't come with me to visit Uncle Terry and Aunt
Julia?" Maria took a swig of her orange juice.

   "No, I'm sure.  I've got to work." Luis took a satisfying sip of his
black coffee and watched his daughter finish your breakfast.  She hummed
some pop tune swinging her legs to the rhythm.  Seeing his daughter happy
made his day.  Unfortunately, it would be unmade later that day.

   Luis was cleaning the cafeteria when a voice came over the intercom. 
"Mr.  Garza, please report to the principal's office." Luis rested the
handle of this push broom against the wall and started towards the office.
He opened the frosted glass door to the front offices.  Maria sat in a
chair immediately outside the principal's office.  Her red, teary eyes
stared at the ground.  She held her glasses in her hand.  They had been
snapped in half.  An empty seat away, sat Annabelle Blankenship.  She was
the unofficial leader of the girls that had been tormenting Maria.  The
platinum blonde 12year-old stared at her iphone.  She wore a pink tank-top
with a black, graffiti style design all over it.  The top displayed a great
amount of cleavage.  For a girl her age, she had very large breasts.  She
knew this, and flaunted it.  She wore a very short, jean skirt with frayed
edges.  Pink fishnet stockings and a vintage pair of black converse shoes
completed her outfit.  Her hair appeared to have been hacked by a razor. 
Her bangs bisected her face at a 45 degree angle, covering her left eye. 
The girl, like all those in her clique, wore an abundance of harsh,
unnatural make-up.  Her thick black eye liner, jarring rogue, and glossy
red lips, made the girl resemble a kind of raccoon prostitute.  As Lois
walked toward the principal's office, Annabelle looked up.  She rolled her
eyes at him, and continued texting.  What a bitch, Luis thought.  As he
passed his daughter, he placed his hand on her shoulder.  He tapped on the
door.

   "Come in.  Come in." A voice called from the other side.  "Good
afternoon, Mr.  Garza." The principal said as Luis walked into his office.

   "Hello, Mr.  Andrews."

   "Could you shut the door and take a seat?" Luis closed the door and sat
across from the heavyset man.  He spoke quietly, as not to let the girls
hear.  "I'm sure you could tell that there has been a bit of a spat between
your girl and Miss Blankenship." Luis nodded.  "It appears Miss Blankenship
broke your girl's new glasses.  She claims it was an accident." The man
leaned back in his leather chair.  "Between the two of us, I'm sure the
spoiled brat is lying.  Mrs.  Blankenship is headed down now." He leaned
forward and reached for the intercom to his secretary.  "Would you care for
a coffee?"

   "Yes, please." The principle pressed the button

   "Miss Jacobs, could you bring in two coffees, please?" A few seconds
later a sweet voice answered back.

   "Yes sir." Luis sat in the office sipping coffee and trading small talk
while waiting for the arrival of Annabelle's mother.  After 15 minutes
there was a tapping at the door.  "Ah, here she is." Mr.  Andrews stood up.
"Come in Mrs.  Blankenship." Luis stood up and turned toward the door. 
Annabelle's mother was a 42 year old ex-beauty queen.  She had been a Miss
Texas finalist in the early 90's.  She became the trophy wife of a wealthy
defense attorney at 28.  Over the next 14 years, she aged dramatically. 
Years of excessive tanning had left her skin leathery, and spotted.  She
had the comically inflated lips and the taut face of a cosmetic surgery
addict.

   "Hello Thomas." She said, completely ignoring Luis.  "Did someone do
something to my little Annabelle?" Mr.  Andrews gestured toward a chair
across from his desk.  The three sat down.

   "Well, actually" the principal answered, "it appears your daughter broke
Mr.  Garza's daughter's glasses.  You daughter claims..."

   "Who?" The woman interrupted.  "Whose daughter?"

   "Mr.  Garza." She looked at Luis, than back at the principal.  "The
janitor's daughter?  You allow the janitor's daughter to go to this
school?" Luis spoke firmly.

   "Maria has every right..." Mrs.  Blankenship interrupted.

   "Don't you raise your voice to me sir!  My husband will send your ass
back to Mexico so fast your head will spin!" The red faced woman spoke to
the principal.  "Now, what does my daughter say happened?" The frustrated
principal answered.

   "She claims it was an accident.  But..." Again the woman interjected.

   "What do you mean "she claims"!?  If she says it was an accident, than
it was an accident.  I didn't raise a liar.  I raised her Christian!" The
principal pressed the intercom.

   "Miss Jacobs, could you please send in Miss Garza and Miss Blankenship.
Thank you." Fifteen seconds later the two girls walked in the office. 
Maria stood next to her father, and stared at the floor sheepishly. 
Annabelle leaned against the wall, still texting.  "You know," the
principal spoke to Mrs.  Blankenship, "she's not allowed to have that in
school."

   "It's okay.  She doesn't use it in class." She turned to her daughter.
"Put that away, sweetie." Annabelle huffed annoyedly.

   "Just a minute." She finished the text and looked up.

   "Tell me what happened." The woman asked her daughter.

   "I accidentally bumped into her in the hall.  Her glasses fell off and I
accidentally stepped on them." Annabelle's phone vibrated.  She read a text
while she finished talking.  "She started freaking out, crying like a
little baby.  I told her sorry." She smiled at her phone.  "Those glasses
only cost like $800 anyway." Annabelle's mother looked at Mr.  Andrews.

   "Well, that's what happened.  It was clearly an accident." She pulled
out a checkbook from her purse, and wrote a check.  She stood up and handed
the check to Luis.  It was made out to "CASH", in the amount of $800.  "I
assume we're done here?" Before anyone could answer, she turned to walk out
the door.  Luis spoke.

   "Excuse me, ma'am." Mrs.  Blankenship turned around.  "They only cost
$200." Annabelle chuckled.

   "Oh my God."

   "Whatever.  I don't feel like writing another one." The woman eyed the
meek, petite girl holding her broken glasses.  "Buy her some new clothes or
something.  God knows she could use some." She turned and left the office,
followed by her daughter.  When the main office door closed, the principal
exhaled deeply.

   "What a bitch." Maria's eyes widened.  "Oh, excuse me."

   After school, Luis cashed the check.  He offered to buy Maria a
different pair of glasses, but she insisted on the same pair that he bought
her before.  He offered to take her to the toy store to spend some of the
extra money, but she refused.

   "I don't need anything." She kept telling him.  "Why don't you buy
something for yourself?"

   The next Tuesday was the final day of school.  It was the final period
of the day.  Whitney and Annabelle stood in the corner of the gymnasium,
making fun of their classmates.  Whitney was the daughter of the very
wealthy pastor of a local mega church.  The two girl's fathers had assured,
with hefty donations to the school, that both girls would be receiving
straight `A's.  So they refused to dress for gym class, for fear of sweat
smearing their intricate, garish make-up.  The two 12 year old girls stood,
seeming to pose for an invisible photographer, garbed in gaudy emo apparel.
They had consulted each other the previous night to coordinate outfits.

   "I think Casey is a lesbo." Annabelle said as a group of three girls ran
by.  "It's disgusting.  If I was her, I'd kill myself." Whitney leaned
against the concrete wall.

   "If you were her, I wouldn't be fucking talking to you." The cadence of
the sentence was broken by the awkward, forced curse.  Annabelle pulled out
a compact from her purse and began to touch up her eye shadow.

   "Did you see that new Hawthorne Heights video on YouTube?"

   "Yeah," Whitney answered, "it was totally sweet.  They are like, the
best band ever."

   "I know, right.  Anyone that doesn't think Hawthorne Heights is the best
band ever should fucking kill themselves." The two girls stood in silence
and watched their classmates with contempt.  Whitney sighed.

   "I wish we didn't have to go to school with poor people."

   "Speaking of poor people." Annabelle nodded her head toward the
bleachers.  "There's the janitor's kid." Whitney turned and saw the petite
girl reading a book under the bleachers.  "Come on." Annabelle said to her
friend and starting walking toward the vulnerable girl.

   Maria saw Annabelle out of the corner of her eye.  She dropped her book
and tried to make a break for it.  She darted toward the main door, but
felt a hand grip her hair before she could escape.  Whitney held a fistful
of Maria's hair and forced her into the hallway.  "Let's take her in the
bathroom.  No one ever goes in there." Whitney quickly forced the
frightened girl into the single stall bathroom.  Annabelle locked the door
behind them.  Maria was slammed against the wall.

   "Take your clothes off, dyke!" Whitney ordered the girl.  Maria started
crying.

   "Please...leave me alone." Whitney pushed her hard against the wall.

   "Take your clothes off, now!"

   "W...w...why?" The frightened girl pleaded.  Annabelle swung at Maria's
stomach.

   "Because we fucking told you to, that's why!" Maria bent over, holding
her stomach.  The small girl gasped for air.  Whitney grabbed her dark hair
and threw her to the ground.  Maria covered her face in her trembling hands
as both girls kicked her repeatedly in the stomach and back.  After several
dozen kicks, Annabelle knelt down and forced Maria's red gym shorts down.
The cowering girl was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. 
Annabelle grabbed Maria by the collar of her Salvation Army gym shirt and
forced her to her feet.

   "Take your shirt off!" Whitney ordered.  Maria realized she had no
choice but to oblige.  She pulled the shirt over her head.  The 11 year old
had no use for a bra.  "Those too, lesbo!" Whitney shouted, pointing at the
child's white panties.  Maria slid them down to reveal her baby smooth
pussy.  Whitney pushed Maria against the wall and violently shoved her
middle finger into the girl's vagina.  Maria screamed as her hymen tore.

   "Please!  Stop!" Whitney placed her other hand over Maria's mouth and
continued fingering the now silenced girl.

   "I bet you like that.  Fucking lesbo dyke." Whitney shoved more fingers
into the girl, stretching and tearing her.  Annabelle stood behind Whitney,
shredding the girl's clothes and stuffing them into the toilet.

   "I bet the little dyke loves it." Annabelle said as she threw the last
tattered strip of Maria's panties into the toilet.  Whitney pulled her
fingers from the girl and smeared the blood on Maria's teary face.  She
then threw her back to the tiled floor.  Maria curled into the fetal
position.  Annabelle reached under her skirt and slid her panties off.  She
hung the purple underwear over the handrail next to the toilet.  "Lay on
your back!" The blonde girl shouted.  Maria didn't move.  "Lay on your
fucking back!" A swift kick landed on the base of Maria's spine.  She
screamed, and then reluctantly lay on her back.  Annabelle straddled the
girl's face and squatted.  Maria had no choice but to let the girl rub her
pussy and asshole all over her face.  Annabelle grunted, forcing a small
squeak of a fart to fill Maria's nose.

   "Fucking nasty!" Whitney said, laughing.  Annabelle then proceeded to
empty her bladder on the girl's face.  When she finished, she patted her
pussy dry and stuffed the toilet paper into Maria's mouth.  She grabbed her
panties and slid them back on.

   "Let's get out of here." Annabelle said.

   "Hold on for a second." Whitney reached under her skirt and slid her
panties down.  She held them in her hand as she straddled the girl's head.
She soaked Maria's hair with a torrent of pungent dark piss.  Finally,
Whitney dried herself and shoved the paper up Maria's bloody pussy.  The
girl's quickly left the room, switching off the light as they did.  The two
girls spend the remainder of the period making fun of other girls and
cracking jokes about the "wetback dyke."

   A few minutes before the final bell, Luis headed to the school's main
supply closet.  It was at the far end of the school, near the gym.  He
started preparing a mop and bucket.

   "Daddy." A shaky voice called from behind him.  He jumped, spilling a
bit of green floor cleaner on his shoes.  He turned and saw Maria huddled
in the corner.  Her hair was dripping wet and she covered herself with a
greasy towel.

   "What are you doing, honey." He laughed.  "You scared the heck outta
me." The young girl burst into tears.  Luis quickly went to her and knelt
down.  "What's wrong honey?" He noticed she was naked under the towel. 
"Where are your clothes?" Sternness filled his voice.  He hugged her
tightly.  "It's okay honey." He noticed the distinct stench of piss
emanating from his daughters hair.  He held her tighter as she continued to
weep.  "Please honey, tell me what happened." Maria sniffled and started
telling her father what happened.  Each sentence punctuated by a gasping
cry.  Luis was aghast at what his daughter told him.

   As Maria told the story, Luis fought back tears of his own.  What those
girl's did was rape, he thought to himself.  But he couldn't go to the
police.  They wouldn't do anything.  Not to the daughter's of two pillars
of the community.  He had to do it himself.  Those rapist cunts will
suffer, he thought as a plan formed in his head.

   Before he met Maria's mother, Luis led a completely different life.  He
worked in an international child slavery ring.  He acted as a middle man
between clients wishing to purchase little girls and the trained
professionals who abducted them.  Through shady channels, a client would
contact Luis with a request for a particular type.  Luis would travel,
across the entire country if need be, looking for the perfect little
specimen.  When he found her, he paid a professional kidnapper to take the
girl.  He had an extensive list of ex-special forces agents willing to take
jobs.  This never made him a substantial amount of money, but it was enough
for him to stick with it.  He stayed in the business for ten years.

   Luis met his wife in Wisconsin.  She was working her way through nursing
school tending bar at a small dive outside of Green Bay.  He had just
procured a target, a 10 year old blonde with braces, and was having a
celebratory drink when he noticed her.  She was a beautiful 23 year old
Mexican woman.  Luis started flirting with her, and they hit it off.  A
night of passionate sex led to the first, and only, real relationship Luis
ever had.  He never told her what he did for a living.  All she knew was
that it was illegal.  He subtly hinted that he was a drug smuggler, trying
to throw her off.  Had she known what he actually did, she undoubtedly
would have left him.  He ended with affiliation with the slave trade and
worked a series of janitorial and maintenance jobs.  After the birth of
Maria, Luis devoted his entire existence to her.  He grew ever more ashamed
of the things he had done.  He had facilitated, and occasionally
participated in, the rapes of countless innocent children.  It ate at him.
But still, he occasionally found his mind wandering to the faces of the
terrified abducted girls while he fucked his wife, or during a lonely
masturbation session.  That always led to his most intense orgasms. 
Always, on the day after these fantasies, his guilt would lead him to treat
Maria with even more kindness and love than was usual.

   Over the next days, Luis didn't sleep.  He tried desperately to make
contact with any of his old associates.  After a decade, nearly all of his
connections had dried up.  Finally, Luis thought he found someone.

   It was the day before Maria was set to leave.  She was alone in her room
making last minute preparations.  Luis closed the door to his room to make
a call.  After three rings someone picked up and a familiar voice came over
the line.  "Hello?"

   "Hello," Luis said as his heart raced, "is this Clint?"

   "Yes it is." The voice was deep and gravelly with the drawl of a
lifelong Texan.  "Who is this?"

   "It's Luis...Luis Garza." The voice on the other end said nothing. 
Several seconds went by.  Luis was about to hang up the phone."

   "I...I thought you were dead." The voice sounded happy to hear him. 
"Where the hell have you been?"

   "I'm living in Austin with my daughter."

   "Daughter, uh?  That usually means retirement for types like us."

   "Right." Luis answered.  "Are you still working?"

   "Yeah, I'm still working.  Why?  You coming out of retirement?"

   "No." Luis answered.  "Well, not permanently." Luis explained the
situation to Clint.  He explained in detail all of the horrific things the
two girls did to his daughter.  "So, can you help me?" Clint was silent for
several seconds.

   "Yeah, I'll help you." Luis felt a euphoric joy, knowing his plan was
starting to unfold.  "So, you want these two bitches taken care of
painfully?" "Yeah," Luis answered, "and I want them to suffer." Clint
thought.  "There's this newer place just passed the border.  All the
snuffers are talking about it.  I think it's what you're looking for.  They
pay 15 grand a head."

   "That'll be perfect." Luis said.  "The more brutal the better."

   "All right then.  Meet me at Alex's Coffee Shop at 10pm tomorrow night."


   "I'll be there." Luis hung up the phone.  His heart raced as he thought
about the hell those two cunts would soon face.  The next morning Luis
dropped Maria off at the airport.  "I love you, Maria." He hugged his
daughter and kissed the top of her head.  "You know that right?"

   "I know.  I love you too, dad." A stewardess led Maria into the plane.
Luis left the airport and went to the school.  He used his keys to sneak
into the records office to gather all the info he could about the girls. 
He photocopied anything he thought might help Clint with the capture.  He
returned to his apartment and tried to get some much needed rest.  At 9pm
he headed to the coffee shop.  He was on his third cup when Clint walked
in. He had aged little since the last time Luis had seen him.  He was a
very muscular white man of about 50 years old.  He wore tattered and faded
blue jeans with a black and white plaid shirt.  Cowboy boots and a worn-out
white cowboy hat rounded out his attire.  A man and woman walked in with
him.  They appeared to be about 40 and 25, respectively.  The man was also
white and wore a black suit with a blue shirt and tie.  The woman was
Hispanic and very naturally beautiful.  She dressed in a pair of jeans and
simple white tank top.  The three sat at Luis's booth.  Two minutes later
they were gone, carrying a manila envelope with information on their
targets.  Luis ordered a slice of apple pie and finished another cup of
coffee.  Clint and his team would act on Saturday.  Luis wasn't privy to
their methods.  He was told to be ready at midnight on Saturday.

   It was the first Saturday after school let out, and Annabelle was
walking to the mall.  She saw a woman standing by an RV talking on a cell
phone.  She was holding a small pug dog.  As Annabelle passed by, the woman
spoke to her.  "Oh my God!  That's a cute fucking shirt." Annabelle stopped
and looked at the women as she put away her cell phone.  "Thanks."
Annabelle stepped toward the woman.  "Ohhh." She squealed in a typical
bimbo voice.  "He's so cute.  What's his name?" The woman handed Annabelle
the pug.

   "It's Micah.  Like after Micah Carli from my favorite band, Haw...."
Annabelle interrupted.  "Hawthorne Heights!  Oh my God, I love them! 
They're my favorite band too!"

   "Shut up!  That's awesome!  My boyfriend and I followed them on tour
last summer.  It was incredible.  Micah even signed one of his guitars for
us!" Annabelle's mouth gaped open.

   "No...way!" The woman nodded.

   "It's right inside.  You wanna see it?"

   "Uh...yeah." The woman turned and invited the girl into the RV with her
hand.  Without a second thought Annabelle followed the woman into the RV.
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and a knife was held to her throat.

   "Don't fucking scream!" A man's voice growled in her ear.  She gasped
and the dog fell from her arms.  It darted out the door, back to his
rightful owner.  "Don't make a sound or I'll cut your fucking head off." He
pushed the terrified child to the back of the RV.  The woman shut the door
and drove off.  The man shoved her onto the bed and threw a small picture
at her.  She was crying hysterically.  "Text her!  Tell her to meet you in
the alley behind the mall!" Annabelle looked at the picture of her best
friend.  She continued crying.

   "Please let me go!  Please don't kill me!" The man lowered his voice.

   "If you text her, we won't have to kill you." The girl's cries
continued. "Tell her you met some cute boys.  Tell her to come to the RV in
the alley behind the mall." Annabelle tried to compose herself.  "Say that
they have pot, ecstasy, or whatever will get her here quickly." The young
girl wiped her eyes and reached into her purse.  She pulled out her phone
and started composing the text.  "If you tip her off, you're fucking dead."
The girl's hands started shaking even more violently.  "Don't send it, let
me read it first." The girl pressed a few more buttons and handed the man
the phone.  He read the text.

   "met sum cute boyz bhind mall.  Hav X in rv." The man pushed send.  He
dropped the phone on the ground and stomped on it several times.  "Get over
here." He pulled the girl to her feet.  He grabbed her shoulders and spun
her around.  He tied her wrists behind her back, tied her ankles together,
and shoved a dirty sock into her mouth.  He lifted the mattress and pushed
the girl into the large storage area under the bed.  It was at this time
that the RV parked behind the mall.  The man opened the side door to the RV
and put on a My Chemical Romance CD.  He hid just inside the door, obscured
in the shadow.  The woman soaked a rag in chloroform and hid behind a
dumpster across the alley.  Ten minutes later, Whitney turned into the
alley.  When she reached the RV, she knocked on the aluminum siding.

   "Hello?  Annabe..." The woman ran from behind the dumpster.  The young
girl was unconscious before she knew anything was amiss.  The man jumped
out of the RV and dragged Whitney inside.  The woman got behind the wheel
and drove off while the man finished binding, gagging, and hiding Whitney.

   That Saturday was the longest day of Luis's life.  There was a mixture
of fear, excitement, and sexual arousal.  He constantly found his mind
wandering to all the things that might be done to the girls.  He fought the
urge to masturbate.  He kept trying to convince himself that this wasn't a
sexual thing.  He wanted them to suffer for what they did to his daughter,
not for his amusement.  It became harder and harder for Luis to believe his
self deceptions as the day progressed.  He watched the 11 pm news.  The
lead story was about the two missing girls.  Luis smiled as he watched
Annabelle's mother pleading for her "little angel".  "Serves you right,
bitch." Luis muttered to himself.  A larger smile stretched across his face
as he saw a representative from the police department.  It was the man in
the suit that came to the coffee shop with Clint.  He flipped up the
volume.

   "Searching for these girls is presently the Austin P.D's top priority.
We have issued an Amber Alert for these two precious young girls." Pictures
of Maria's two tormenters flashed on the screen.  "We do believe that these
abductions are related.  However, our only lead at the present moment
relates to Whitney Lamar." Luis listened, delighted as his accomplice
shifted attention to a fictitious black man with Oklahoma plates.  "We
believe," the detective continued, "that he is headed north, out of the
city." Luis flipped off the T.V.  and paced around his living room.  At
11:57pm, he saw the headlights outside his apartment window.  He looked
outside to see a large RV, with Clint in the driver's seat.  He hurried
outside, and locked the door behind him.  He opened the side door and
hopped in.  Clint started driving before Luis could even close the door. 
Luis glanced around the RV.  The woman sat at a dining table drinking a
Pepsi.  She was dressed very differently then she had been at the coffee
shop.  She was wearing a much more stylish pair of skinny jeans and a tight
black tank-top with The Rolling Stone's logo.  When he saw her make-up he
realized she must have been used to lure the girls.  Her face mimicked that
of the two captives.

   "How do I look?" The woman asked in an American accent.

   "You...look good." Luis answered politely.

   "Bullshit!" Clint called up from the driver's seat.  She looks like a
goddamn rodeo clown.  The woman walked to the sink and poured a bottle of
water onto a clean cloth.  Luis stared at her round ass as she scrubbed the
make-up from her face.

   "Where are they?" Luis asked.  The woman placed the rag down.

   "They're back here.  Come on." She led Luis to the bedroom.  She closed
the door behind them.  The woman reached down and removed the mattress from
the bed and leaned it against the wall.  The two girls huddled together in
a large storage compartment under the mattress.  Their arms and legs had
been tightly bound with nylon rope and their screams muffled with dirty
socks.  Luis smiled at the girls as their terrified eyes looked back. 
Annabelle was wearing a skin tight shirt with zebra stripes and a pink
tutu. She had black and white striped knee socks and her pair of converse
shoes.  Whitney was dressed in an equally ridiculous fashion.  The young
brunette wore a black, low cut shirt with horizontal writing all over it. A
semblance of a dress peaked out about half an inch from under her shirt. 
She wore a pair of black fishnet stockings covered with large tears.  A
pair of leopard print pumps lay at her feet.  Luis reached down and grabbed
Annabelle's hair.  He took a fistful and pulled her up.  A dark spot
stained the carpet where she had been lying.  The girl struggled franticly.

   "You know who I am, right?" He asked the girl, barely able to contain is
anger.  The blonde girl stared at him with pleading eyes.  Mascara and eye
shadow smeared across her entire face.  Luis shook the girl's head and
yelled.  "Do you know who I am?!" The girl nodded and closed her eyes. 
"So, you know why this is happening?!" She nodded again.  "Good." This was
what Luis wanted.  He wanted the girl's to know this was a penance. 
Everything that they were about to go through was their own fault.  Luis
let go of the girl's platinum locks.  The girl stumbled, and unable to
steady herself, she fell over the bed frame and onto the floor.  The woman
got to her knees beside the girl and ran her hand up the child's leg, and
under her ostentatious skirt.  Then she reached her other hand out and
started fondling the girl's chest.

   "How'd you get such big tits, little girl?" Luis watched the woman as
she continued to molest the bound and gagged girl.  The woman cupped the
girl's pussy.  "Did you piss yourself little girl?" She rubbed the child's
crotch sensuously.  "You like that don't you?" She continued to rub the
young girl's pussy through her urine soaked panties.  After a few moments,
she pulled her hand away and wiped it on her tight, dark blue jeans.  The
woman glanced at Luis then back at the girl.  "How do you want to do it?"

   "Oh," Luis stumbled over his words, "I wasn't really planning on..." He
stopped himself.  He could no longer claim that there wasn't a sexual
aspect to his desire to hurt these girl's.  So he embraced it.  "I want her
ass."

   "Sure thing, boss." The woman bent down and grabbed the girl around the
waist.  She heaved as she lifted the child and bent her helpless body over
the bed frame.  Whitney stared into Annabelle's pleading eyes.  She
couldn't help her.  The woman stood up, causing her braless tits to bounce
in her tight shirt.  She flipped up the child's skirt and spanked her panty
covered ass.  The piss soaked garment made a cracking noise as little
droplets of piss entered the air.  The woman straddled the child and sat on
her back, facing Luis.  The woman's weight painfully forced the girl's
pelvis into the wooden bed frame.  Luis stared at Annabelle's ass.  The
wetness of Annabelle's red, boyshort panties caused the already tight
garment to become even more revealing.  He could see every outline of the
12 year old girl's pussy.  He knelt behind her and placed his hand between
her legs.  He rubbed his thumb against her asshole, and then moved down to
her pussy.  Her thick lips wrapped around his thumb, encasing it in the
warmth of her trembling body.  The woman watched, licking her lips.  Luis
reached under the waistband and slid down the piss soaked underwear.  He
tossed the wet shorts into the bed frame.  They landed on Whitney's chest.
Again, Luis placed his hand between the girl's legs.

   "Why is your cunt wet?  Are you a slut?" He rubbed the girl, and spread
her ass cheeks.  Luis pressed his thumb against the girl's asshole.  "You
ever had anything up there, little girl?" She started to struggle.  The
girl tried to get up, but the woman's weight prevented that.  Annabelle's
asshole was presented to the man.  Luis stood back up and pulled down his
pants and boxer shorts.  His penis was only an average 6'', but that didn't
matter to this girl.  Luis knelt back down and pressed the head of his cock
against the child's virgin asshole.  Annabelle clenched it tight.  He
placed his hands on her still developing hips and grunted.  With one
violent thrust, his entire cock was buried in the squirming child's bowels.
He didn't pull out.  He just savored the feeling of her sphincter muscles
as they spasmed around his cock.

   "Oh, it's not that bad, little girl." The woman said as the girl's
entire body shook and she screamed through the dirty sock.  After a few
minutes, Annabelle calmed down.  She stopped shaking, and her sphincter
loosened.  Luis pulled out partially, leaving only the head inside the
girl. He then shoved it back in.  He started thrusting, and Annabelle
started weeping.  Luis felt a familiar wetness in the child's rectum.  The
sudden lubrication of the child's bowels told him it was blood.  He started
raping her more violently and more franticly.  The smell of shit and blood
started wafting up from between his victim's legs.

   It is said that smell is the sense most tightly linked to memory.  The
smells brought about by the rape of this virgin asshole, conjured up a
moment from Luis distant past.  Luis was 19 years old, and in need of a
job. He was living in El Paso trying to make ends meet.  Finally, he became
desperate.  He spoke to a drug dealing acquaintance of his, and was set up
with a meeting.  In the back offices of a small family restaurant, Luis met
with an older man.  Luis agreed to work for him without knowing the details
of the job.  Luis assumed he was going to be a drug runner, but the truth
was drastically different.  When he was finally told he would be abducting
little girls, it was too late to back out.  He knew too much and would have
been killed if he refused.

   His first abduction went very smoothly.  The description he was given
was very straightforward.  The order was for an, "11 year old blonde."
Three days after his initial meeting, Luis found himself in Silver City,
New Mexico.  He drove the streets in a van provided to him, and scouted
potential victims.  He found what he was looking for in the parking lot of
a closed grocery store.  He was sitting in the van, eating a burger, when a
girl came into view.  She was a couple hundred feet away and was walking
directly toward Luis.  He placed the burger down and watched her.  When she
was about 50 feet away, Luis got out of the van and opened the side door.
He soaked a rag in chloroform.  When the girl passed by, Luis darted toward
her.  She managed to scream briefly before Luis covered her mouth with the
rag.  She passed out.  Luis gagged her and locked her in a dog crate in the
back of the van.  He drove three hours back to El Paso.  His directions
were to gag the girl, and leave the dog crate in a public storage facility
in El Paso.

   He arrived at the storage facility just past 8pm.  He found the garage
and was relieved to see it wasn't visible to the guard at the entrance.  He
backed the van up to the garage door as close as he could get.  He turned
his head around and looked at the girl.  She was still out cold.  Luis
stepped out of the van, and used the key he had been given to unlock the
garage.  He slid it open and scanned the walls of the buildings around him.
He was told there were no security cameras, but he wanted to make sure. 
Assured that he wasn't being watched, he opened the back of the van. 
Within 10 seconds, he had the girl in the garage, the van locked, and the
sliding door closed behind him.  Luis exhaled, relieved to have some
privacy.  The room was nearly black, the only light being the purple dusk
seeping in from under the door.  Luis reached for a mechanics work lamp
that dangled from the ceiling.  He flipped it on.  He looked down at the
dog crate.  From where he stood, all he could see of the little girl were
her shoes pressed up against the front grate.  They were tennis shoes, with
a pink plaid pattern on them.  The unblemished white around the heel, and
the unworn sole led Luis to assume they were new.  He bent over the crate
and unlocked it.  Luis reached in, and pulled the unconscious girl out by
the foot.  He splayed her out on the floor and stood over her, eyeing her
vulnerable body.  Her golden blonde hair was now ruffled and sweaty. 
Several strands stuck to her cheeks and chin where drool had dried into
glue.  She had no breasts.  Luis watched her chest rise and fall.  He
kneeled down beside her and placed his hand on her tiny stomach.  She was
wearing a white, baby doll shirt with "Sixth Street Elementary School"
printed across the chest.  She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, the
ended about 2 inches above the knee.  Luis wiped his mouth and reached for
the button on her shorts.  He undid it and pulled down the zipper.  He slid
his hand down the front of the child's shorts, under her panties.  Warmth
emanated from her immature and hairless pussy.  He adjusted himself as his
erection pressed against his jeans.  He remembered when the man told him
the perks his job entailed.  Luis was told he could "have fun with the
little sluts", just make sure their "little pussies remain pure." When Luis
was told this, he never imagined he would actually do anything.  But,
seeing this helpless girl, he couldn't help himself.

   He lifted the girl, and draped her over the plastic dog crate.  Her arms
hung over the side, while her tiny ass was presented to him.  He pulled
down her shorts, revealing her cute panties.  They were white cotton and a
size too big.  Undoubtedly, so she had something to grow into.  He pulled
her baggy panties down.  There were tan lines on her young ass cheeks.  The
skin was perfectly smooth, and perfectly pure.  He hurriedly pulled down
his pants and got behind the girl.  He gripped his cock and ran its
slickened head up and down the crack of her ass.  He rubbed it against her
virgin cleft.  It took all his strength not to plunge into her young womb.
Not to make this little girl a woman by flooding her womb with his potent
seed.  He knew he couldn't.  He would be killed if he took this child's
maidenhood.  He pressed against the little girl's puckered, pink anus and
buried himself inside of her.  He had never felt anything so tight.  He
bent over the girl and started to thrust.  There was no holding back.  No
sensual buildup.  He fucked this innocent child's asshole like a dog humps
a couch cushion.  After about dozen thrusts the child's bowels were
suddenly lubricated.  Luis didn't know what it was, he just welcomed it. 
He was suddenly hit by a metallic, acrid odor.  It took a few moments, but
he realized what the smell was.  He had torn the girl's insides.  The
stench of blood and shit escaped from her tattered hole.  Luis felt an
orgasm brewing and he gritted his teeth.  A few more thrusts and he sprayed
into the girl.  It was the most pleasurable and draining orgasm of his
life. He was balls deep in the girl as he continued ejaculating.  After the
orgasm past, he pulled out of the girl.  He cleaned his dick with her
panties, and locked her back in the crate.  He took a few moments to
compose himself, and left the garage.

   Luis's attention snapped back to Annabelle.  The 12 year old continued
to sob through the dirty sock.  The woman had unbuttoned her jeans and her
hand was hidden under a pair of black panties.  The woman's gaze was fixed
on Luis's blood and shit covered cock as it ravished the girl's asshole. 
She whispered to herself.  Luis continued fucking the child while he
strained to hear what the woman was saying.  Luis was able to discern a
phrase.

   "Fuck her." Her hand moved like a crazed pianist as she rubbed her clit,
holding back an orgasm.  Luis grunted as he started cumming.  The woman
allowed herself the same pleasure.  She bit her lip.  Luis and the woman
continued to moan as waves of pleasure overloaded their brains.  He sighed
as he came back to his senses.  He looked at the woman.  Her eyes were
closed and a grin stretched across her face.  He continued to stare at her,
until she opened her eyes.

   "Hand me her panties." He said.  The woman nodded.  She pulled her hand
from her panties, allowing Luis a brief glimpse of her bush. 
Instinctively, she slipped her fingers into her mouth and licked them
clean. The woman reached down and grabbed Annabelle's urine soaked panties.
She handed them to Luis, who still had his cock inside the girl.  He held
them under the child as he pulled his cock from her ass.  Her asshole gaped
and gurgled as a stream of shit, semen, and blood bubbled out of her
rectum. Lois caught the wretched mixture in the panties.  He looked at the
woman.

   "I didn't want to stain the carpet." He told the woman as she stepped
off of the raped child.  When the last drop fell from Annabelle's ass, Luis
tossed the dirty panties into the compartment.  They landed on Whitney's
face, splattering her with the foul evidence of her best friend's rape. 
Luis grabbed Annabelle around the waist and, with a grunt, tossed her back
into the storage space.  Luis noticed that the woman was still staring at
his stained cock, which was now deflated like a birthday balloon, 3 days
after the party.

   "May I?" She asked as she knelt and maneuvered herself toward Luis. 
Before he could even give her permission, the woman's face was buried in
Luis's crotch.  She lifted the head of his cock and smelled his balls.  She
sniffed up the base of his shaft, then back down.  She started licking. 
His cock was still very sensitive.  She sucked all the blood, shit, and cum
off of his cock and balls.  When he was clean, the woman stood up and wiped
her mouth with the back of her hand.  She threw the mattress back over the
girls as Luis pulled his pants up.  The woman flopped onto the bed and
sprawled out.  Luis stared at her, as she closed her eyes.

   "What's your name?" The woman opened her eyes and turned toward Luis.

   "Sofia." She closed her eyes again, and crossed her hands over her
crotch.  Luis turned from the woman and walked to the front of the RV.  He
took a seat next to Clint.  They sat in silence for over half an hour
before Luis spoke.

   "Who is that woman?" Clint cleared his throat.

   "She's been my partner for a few years.  It really helps having a woman.
It makes things a lot easier."

   "How'd you find her?"

   "She was a slave herself." He continued staring at the empty road in
front of him.  "When she got too old for her master, she convinced him she
was still useful by helping him get new girls." Luis turned around.  Sofia
was now sound asleep with the two terrified, weeping children, not two feet
below her.  Clint continued.  "Before her master died, he set her up with
me.  She's a crazy cunt.  But, she's fucking useful."

   Luis and his old associate sat silently as they approached the Mexican
border.  It was about 4:30 am when they reached the crossing.  They pulled
up to the booth and Clint pulled out his wallet.  "Hello, Roberto." He said
as he handed the man a couple $20 bills.  The guard nodded and let them
pass.  At 6:15am, several miles outside of Piedras Negras, the RV turned
down a dirt path.  The desolate road led to a high, possibly electrified
fence with razor wire lining the top.  Luis had been to several places like
this when he was still in the business.  The owners of these houses avoided
the law by paying off public officials with money or girls.  They
approached a guard holding an AK-47.  The guard shone a light into the RV.
He smiled, seeming to recognize Clint.

   "Buenos d'as, seņor.  Adelante, por favor." The guard opened the gate.

   "Gracias." He said as he passed through.  The house was perched on a
hill about a quarter mile into the compound.  Several small ponds and
beautifully maintained flower gardens lined the serpentine driveway.  The
large RV slowly approached the mansion.  They continued past the main house
and stopped in front of a large garage behind the mansion.  The engine was
shut off and the two men got out.  The back door opened and an armed young
man stepped out of the house.  He nodded at Clint and let the two men
enter. Luis followed him to the end of a hallway.  Clint knocked.  A
woman's voice came from behind the door.

   "Come in." The two men entered.  In the office, an attractive woman of
about 35 years sat behind a large oak desk.  She was obviously an American
ex-patriot.  She was wearing a feminine pin stripped jacket with a white
blouse underneath.  Ample amounts of cleavage were on clear display. 
"Hello Clint." She pushed her chair back and stood up.  Luis was surprised
to see her skirt hiked up.  She pulled her skirt back down and hid her
neatly trimmed bush.  She extended her hand to Luis.  "You must be Luis. 
I'm Natalie.  I run this place." The two shook hands.  "I was told you had
some girls for me."

   "Yes, I do.  We have two actually."

   "Good." The woman's large breasts jiggled as she nodded.  We offer
$15,000 a head.  I assume that's okay?"

   "Yes.  That's fine." Luis answered.  The woman nodded again.

   "We have to check them out first, of course." The woman knocked on the
top of her desk.  "Get up here." A redheaded girl crawled out from under
the desk and stood submissively next the woman.  The girl was about 15
years old.  Her red hair was tied into a ponytail, and her face glistened
with Natalie's juices.  Her skin was pale and her pussy was completely
hairless.  A large bruise on the side of the girl's left breast drew the
men's eyes.  Natalie addressed the girl.  "I need you to check out some
girls for me." The redheaded girl nodded.

   "Yes mommy." The redhead walked from behind the desk and addressed
Clint. "Would you take me to the girls please?" Clint turned and walked
back through the hallway.  Luis walked behind the girl.  Scars littered her
pale ass and back, evidence of years of torturous abuse.  They walked
outside.  Sofia was awake outside leaning against the RV.  Clint led that
girl into the back of the RV and removed the mattress.

   The two bound children looked up at the girl standing above them.  She
bent down to look at the girls.  She plugged her nose and straightened back
up.

   "They stink!" The girl looked for a few more moments and nodded at
Clint. The young girl stepped away from the bed.  Clint bent down and
grabbed Whitney by the hair.  He pulled her up roughly and slung her over
his shoulder.  Whitney pounded on his back with all the force her bound
hands could muster.  This only amused the man as he carried her out of the
RV.  Luis bent down and forced Annabelle to her feet.  He slung her over
his shoulder, noticing blood smeared in the crack of her ass.  She didn't
struggle.  Luis walked out of the RV and waited for Sofia.  After a few
moments, she came out.  He followed the woman through the backdoor.

   Inside, Luis followed Sofia down the hall.  She opened one of the doors
and they descended a wooden stair case.  At the bottom of the stairs, a
small basement was revealed.  Each side of the basement had 3 very small,
empty cells.  At the far end was a stainless steel toilet and shower head.
Clint was watching as the redheaded girl tore Whitney's top off.  Luis
walked down toward the shower and threw Annabelle to the ground.  The armed
young man stood guard.

   The three abductors watched as the redhead forced Whitney's pink panties
down, revealing a young patch of dark pubic hair.  Luis glanced at the
child's chest.  She had a cute pair of developing breasts that were still
very small.  They were a far cry from Annabelle's.  He looked down at the
blonde girl lying at his feet.  Her tits were destined to be huge.  Luis
thought about how easy this girl's life would have been as a hot, rich
blonde with big natural tits.  He spit on her.

   "Let's go." Clint said as he turned to walk back down the row of cells.
Luis followed.  Back in Natalie's office, Clint was handed six stacks of
$5,000.  He handed Luis three and put the other three in his pocket.  The
three returned to the RV and headed back out of the compound.  As they made
their way through the winding road, Luis hoped these girls would never
forget what they did to his daughter.  He hoped that the pain of that
memory will be surpassed only by the pain they are sure to receive at the
hands of this brothel's clients.

   In the basement, the terrified girls were stripped, bound to the ceiling
by their wrists, and scrubbed clean by the redheaded girl.  After the
cleaning, the redhead left and returned with Natalie.  The busty woman's
eyes scanned each terrified child's body.  She stepped behind Whitney and
wrapped her right arm around her.  The woman ran her fingers through the
girl's pubescent bush.  Her left hand reached around and fondled her small
budding breast.  The woman whispered through the damp brown hair that hung
over the girl's right ear.

   "You're fucked, little girl." Whitney clinched her eyes as the woman
continued feeling her delicate body.  After a few minutes, her attention
turned to Annabelle.  She looked at the child's tits and smiled.  "Aren't
you the pretty one?" She reached out and caressed the side of the blonde
girl's breast.  "Katherine is going to have fun with these." The woman
quietly muttered to herself.  Her gaze broke from the child's large tits.
"Lucy," the woman said as she turned around, "put them in a fucking cage."

   "Yes, mommy." The redheaded girl answered.  The woman left the basement
followed closely by the young male guard.  Lucy unlocked the handcuffs and
instructed the girls to follow her.  The two captives were forced into an
empty cell.  The doors were locked and the redhead left.  The light was
switched off.  They sat in silent darkness regretting every cruel thing
they had done to Maria Garza.

   Several hours later, the light was switched back on.  The redhead
descended the stairs, followed by the armed guard.  She opened the cell and
ordered the captives to step out.  The girls were led up the stairs and
through a labyrinth of hallways before they stopped in front of a door. 
The guard opened it and the redhead shoved Annabelle inside.  Before the
blonde girl could react, the door was slammed behind her.  She turned to
the door and heard a loud click from the other side.  She turned back
around and scanned the room.  It had the bright, sterile look of a doctor's
office.  There were gynecological examination tables in the two corners
furthest from the door.  However, these tables were not padded with soft
leather cushions.  Apart from the four leather straps to bind a victim, the
tables were constructed entirely out of stainless steel.  Against the wall
between the two tables were three large cabinets, also made of stainless
steel.  The floor was covered in blindingly bright white linoleum tiles. 
Several small drains dotted the floor.  Against the wall to her left, there
was a large, weather resistant wooden chair.  The center piece of the room
was a baffling contraption.  It was a large cone about four feet tall.  The
bottom three feet of the cone appeared to be carved out of a solid piece of
dark redwood.  The cap was, yet again, made of stainless steel.  The tip of
which ended in a pencil tip thin point.  Above it dangled a mess of leather
straps attached to a thick rope.  The rope disappeared into the end to a
sturdy rotating arm.  Had Annabelle been a bit more acute, she would have
been disturbed by how everything in the room was designed for an easy
clean-up.

   A man and a woman were also in the room.  They were to Annabelle's
right, standing around a semi circular wet bar.  The man was white and
about 50 years old.  He was dressed in what looked to be a very expensive
suit.  His hair was very neatly cut and combed.  He sipped a glass of
scotch.  The woman was a full figured redhead of about 30.  She wore an
equally expensive looking green cocktail dress.  She was wearing black high
heeled shoes and black lace stockings.  The black lace straps of her garter
belt peeked out from under her dress.  The couple eyed the terrified girl.

   "Hello, sweetie." The woman said, as the man swallowed the last bit of
scotch.  The woman's affectionate voice had hints of deceptiveness to it.
The woman smiled as she surveyed Annabelle's body.  The room was silent. 
The man started to remove his jacket.  Annabelle started to back away from
the couple.

   "Wh...wh... what do you want?" Annabelle's voice cracked.  The man
didn't react.  He folded his jacket and hung it over the bar.  Annabelle
looked back and forth between the two as she continued backing away.  The
woman spoke.

   "Why are you so scared, little girl?" The woman feigned concern.  "What
do you think we're going to do?" Annabelle shook her head slowly.

   "I...  I don't know." The man removed his tie and hung it over his
jacket.

   "That might be for the best." He said smiling.  The horrified girl
started crying.  **** Whitney was led down the hall.  They passed a few
more doors, before the redhead stopped and opened one.  Whitney was led
down a very long staircase.  "W... where am I going?" The brunette asked
tentatively.

   "You're wanted in the dungeon." The redhead answered.  When they finally
reached the bottom, Whitney stepped onto a cold stone floor and was led to
a large arched doorway.  Whitney stood, looking into the horrifying
darkness, when she felt a shove.  She stumbled into the room and heard the
door slam behind her.  The room was almost completely dark.  The only light
came from the far corner.  Someone was smoking a cigar.  Occasionally the
outline of a face was revealed as the cigar flared with an oxygen rich
inhale.  The man's eyes had already adjusted to the dark.  He watched the
frail little girl as she backed against the wall, reaching for a door knob.

   "You can't get out little girl.  That is, unless I let you out." The man
took another puff from his cigar and stood up.  Whitney watched the faint
burning tip of the cigar as it reached an absurd height.  She followed the
light as it traveled away from her.  Suddenly, a burst of flame arose from
that side of the room.  The large man stepped away from the freshly lit
torch and walked toward another.  Whitney's gasped as she saw the man.  He
was the largest person she had ever seen.  He was a bit over seven feet
tall and was very muscular.  His head was completely smooth, and distinctly
egg shaped.  He had already stripped naked.  His pale, alabaster skin was
completely hairless and littered with scars.  Even flaccid, his penis hung
halfway to his knees.  Whitney's eyes were fixed on the man's elephantine
cock as it swung rhythmically with his long stride.  The man traversed the
room, lighting the remaining torches.  The final torch was directly above
Whitney's head.  He straddled the child's body and lit the final torch.  A
drop of pre-cum fell and landed on Whitney's cheek.  The man smiled down at
the girl and stuck the massive cigar back in his mouth.  He turned around
and walked back to his chair.  Whitney took her eyes from the man and
looked around the room.  It looked like the medieval dungeon she saw when
she toured the Tower of London the previous summer.  The floor and walls
consisted of large stone slabs.  The floors were filthy and covered in dark
dried stains.  A large metal rack filled with strange instruments covered
the wall behind the man's throne.

   "Please don't...  please don't hurt me." Whitney cried, pressing her
back firmly against the wall.  The man laughed and patted his lap.

   "Why don't you come and sit on my lap?" Whitney shook her head and
pressed her back even more tightly against the wall.  "Don't make me have
to come get you." The man said sternly.  Whitney slowly got to her feet and
reluctantly started toward the man.  The girl's eyes shot around the room
focusing briefly on different instruments of torture.  When she was almost
to the man her fear got the best of her.  She glanced at a six foot saw
hanging on the wall.  It was caked it layer after layer of dried blood. 
She turned and ran back toward the door.  She pounded on the heavy iron
door and screamed.

   "Help me!  Please help me!" She turned around and saw the man walking
toward her.  She ran to her left.  She knew that there was nowhere for her
to run, but she couldn't help it.  She couldn't let the man get her. 
"Please don't!" The man sprinted toward her.  Before Whitney could react,
she was in the man's massive arms.  He carried her like she was nothing. 
He held Whitney to his side while he walked over to the rack of
instruments. He grabbed a long rope with a pair of handcuffs on the end and
glanced up at the ceiling.  He carried Whitney to a spot just inside the
door.  Her body dropped to the stone floor and the man sat on her back. 
The girl was barely able to breathe as the man bound her wrists, with her
arms stretched over her head.  He threaded the rope through a hook on the
ceiling and pulled on it forcefully.  The little girl was jerked up to her
feet.  She dangled by her wrists with her toes two feet off the ground. 
The man tied the other end of the rope to a fixture on the wall, securing
her.

   "Well," the man said taking the cigar out of his mouth, "you don't put
up much of a fight, do you?" ***

   The large breasted redhead stared at Annabelle as the man continued
undressing.  Annabelle looked around the room, but saw no way out.  The
woman walked toward Annabelle and forcefully backed her against the wall.
"Don't be scared Sweetie.  We just want to be your friends." The woman
spoke in a sarcastic tone.  The girl's eyes shot between the man and woman.
The man smiled to himself as he removed his black silk socks.  The redhead
pressed her body against Annabelle's, squeezing the child against the wall.
The woman placed her hand on the girl's cold shoulder and stroked it
softly.

   "Please don't...  please don't hurt me." Annabelle whimpered softly. 
The woman smiled and leaned over to kiss the child's cheek.

   "We're gonna do more than hurt you, sweetie." With her thumb, the woman
wiped a tear from Annabelle's cheek.  "We're going to fucking kill you."
Annabelle tried to run away, but the women grabbed her neck and slammed her
head against the wall.  "Don't do that!" Annabelle continued to struggle.
She slammed again.  "Fucking stop!" Annabelle's head bounced again. 
"Stupid...fucking...cunt!" Spittle landed on Annabelle's face, and she
finally stopped struggling.  The woman removed her hand from Annabelle's
neck and leaned in to kiss her.  She kissed her neck, down her chest, and
took each nipple into her mouth.  She suckled on each of the child's
prematurely large breasts.  Finally, the woman started kissing her way down
to the child's pussy.  The redheaded woman placed her face firmly into the
girl's crotch, and sniffed.  "God I love that smell." She rubbed her nose
through the child's golden pubic hair.  "Turnaround, I want to see your
ass." The redheaded woman placed her hands on the girls developing hips,
and turned her around.  She placed a hand on each of Annabelle's butt
cheeks and spread them.  The woman took a very deep sniff of the child's
little hole.  "You smell...  you smell like rape." The woman eagerly
sniffed again.  She stuck her finger into the child's asshole.  She pulled
it out and sucked it clean, like she was sampling a pie.  "Ahhhh," the
woman exhaled, "beautiful." The woman stood up and turned Annabelle back
around.  "Did you get raped little girl?" Annabelle nodded, horrified.  The
woman started rubbing the child's pussy.  "Was it your daddy?  Was it your
daddy that shoved his dirty dick into your little shithole?" Annabelle
closed her eyes.  "I bet it was." The woman leaned to whisper in the girl's
ear.  "I bet he fucked you in the ass every single night.  I bet he raped
you every night until your little asshole bled." Annabelle shook her head
and cried as the woman's fingers continued fingering her virgin pussy.

   "No no no." Annabelle kept repeating as the woman continued in a soft
breathy voice.

   "Did he blow your asshole out?  Is that why he got rid of you?  You
became fucking worthless." The woman took her hand from Annabelle's pussy
and held her fingers to the girl's nose.  The woman started passionately
kissing the squirming child's trembling lips.  The girl was forced to
breathe in the scent emanating from the woman's damp, slimy fingers.  "When
did he first rape you?  When did your daddy take your cherry?"

   "No!" Annabelle yelled defiantly.  "My daddy loves me.  He would never
hurt me." The girl braced herself, anticipating a violent retaliation.  The
woman grabbed Annabelle by the hair and threw her to the ground.  The woman
forced the girl to lie on her back by putting a knee in each of the child's
shoulders.  She lifted her skirt and rubbed her panty covered pussy against
the 12-year-old girl's lips and nose.  She laughed as the girl's neck
twisted back and forth to escape the musky odor of the woman's unwashed
pussy.  This continued for a minute before the woman finally relented and
stood back up.  The woman kicked Annabelle firmly in the side.  She looked
over her shoulder at her male companion.

   "Come here sweetie." The man was now completely naked.  His massive nine
inch penis was fully erect and swayed as he walked toward the child.  He
bent over and flung the naked girl over his shoulder.  He walked to the
examination table and dropped her like a sack of grain.  When he tried to
bind her ankles, Annabelle kicked at him wildly.  When she finally landed a
blow, the man grunted.  "Fucking cunt!" He took a swing at her, landing a
forceful blow over her left eye.  Her head bounced back and slammed against
the table, stunning her.  Annabelle lay there, dazed, as her wrists and
ankles were bound to the table.  Her arms were stretched out perpendicular
to her body, and strapped down onto two protruding metal bars.  With her
knees slightly bent, her shins and ankles were strapped into the table's
stirrups.  The man leaned over the child and spit in her face.  Her eye was
already swelling.  The man turned toward the woman.  "The fucking bitch
kicked me!"

   "I'm sorry sweetie," the woman said mockingly, "she must be tougher than
she looks." The man rolled his eyes as he turned a crank underneath the
table.  As he did, the stirrups on the table started to spread.  Annabelle
moaned as her ankles drifted further and further apart.  When her thighs
formed a 90 degree angle with her pussy, the man stopped cranking.

   "How's that baby?" The man asked turning to the redheaded woman.  She
nodded approvingly and the man stepped aside.  The woman stepped between
the girl's legs and leaned over her.  She sucked on the girl's large
breasts and started rubbing the child's pussy.  The man stepped behind the
woman and lifted up her skirt.  The man got on his knees behind the woman
and unhooked her garter from her stockings.  The woman started kissing down
Annabelle's chest as she kicked her high heels off.  She kissed the child's
flat stomach.  The man slid the redheaded woman's stockings down and off.
He was removing her garter belt when the woman started kissing Annabelle's
thin blonde bush.  The woman took a long lick of the child's virgin pussy.
The woman spread her legs a bit, allowing her man easier access.  The man
slid down the woman's panties and started kissing her round, pale ass.  The
woman giggled as the man buried his face between the woman's cheeks.  She
took several deep sniffs of Annabelle's crotch, and then shoved her tongue
into the girl's tight pussy.  The man alternately licked and sniffed the
woman's asshole, as she brought Annabelle toward her first orgasm.  ***

   Whitney dangled from the ceiling with her shoulders stretched painfully.
The large man was perusing the rack looking for something.  The girl tried
looking over her shoulder.  She heard the man sigh, and talk to himself. 
"Ahhh, that's nice.  This will do fine." Whitney heard the man's footsteps
as he approached her from behind.  He walked around her and stood, eyeing
her smooth flesh.  He had a long leather whip in his hand.  He cracked it a
few times and gave a satisfied nod.  He walked up to the girl and looked
into her face.  She was two feet off the ground, and eye to eye with the
large man.  He reached around and cupped the girl's firm ass.  He kneaded
it forcefully and laughed.  "Such a nice little ass you have.  It's so
smooth and firm." He spun the dangling child around and knelt behind her.
"I can wait to see what it looks like when I'm done with it." He bit her
left ass cheek forcefully and shook his head like a shark.  Whitney
screamed.  He stood back up and spun the girl back around.  Whitney forced
her eyes closed when she saw the blood on the man's lips.  He spit on her.
He stepped back and swung at her with the whip.  Whitney shrieked again as
the leather knotted tip cracked across her stomach.  The man swung again,
striking her on the upper chest.  The searing pain was the worst she had
ever felt.  Dark red stripes formed on her body as the man continued
whipping her, grunting with each strike.  "Fucking bitch!" Whitney screamed
as a blow struck her firmly across the nipple.  "You're a worthless pile of
shit!" He focused his attention on her young budding tits.  "Stupid little
cunt!" When the little girl's chest and stomach were almost completely
covered in red slashes, he walked behind the girl.  The abuse continued on
her pristine back and ass.  The girl continued to weep as she felt like her
skin was being flayed from her body.

   "Please!" The girl barked.  "Please stop!"

   "I'll stop..." he swatted her again, "when I want..." and again, "to
fucking stop." He whipped her ass for several excruciating minutes.  A few
small blood trails flowed from a few particularly hard strikes.  The man
finally stopped beating the young girl.  He tossed the whip aside and
slowly started circling her.  He eyed the girl's body the way an artist
does a canvas, contemplating where to mark next.  The girl, whose eyes had
been tightly closed throughout the assault, peeked at the man.  His cock
was fully erect.  It didn't stick straight out like the cocks she had seen
on the internet.  Because of its immense mass, it still pointed at the
floor, unable to fight gravity.  It hung between his legs, the purple head
almost reaching his knees.  Whitney could not take her eyes off of it. 
"You like what you see, little girl?" The man asked, realizing Whitney was
staring.  The girl shut her eyes again.  The man continued his examination
of Whitney's tattered flesh.  Behind the hanging girl, he ran his fingers
down her striped back.  It resembled something Jackson Pollack would have
done, had he had a "red phase".  What had previously been firm and smooth
was now broken and tenderized.  He stepped up close to the girl and gripped
his cock.  He rubbed his slimy head across the child's bloody ass cheeks,
and then slid it between her thighs.  Whitney looked down and saw several
inches of the man's cock protruding from between her legs.  The man
whispered in her ear.  "Imagine that fucking your little asshole." Whitney
shook her head and babbled.

   "Please no...I can't...please...please...let me go." The man slid his
cock out from between the girl's legs and walked to the wall.  "Oh, okay.
As long as you say please." He untied the rope from the wall and started
lowering Whitney to the ground.  With her toes only an inch from the
ground, the man jerked the child back up.  She screamed as pain shot
through her shoulders, feeling as though her arms were about to be torn
from their sockets.  She heard the man laugh when her bound wrists met the
hook on the 12 foot ceiling.  She then started falling.  She fell 7 feet
onto the stone floor.  She tried to brace herself for the landing.  Her
left ankle hit the floor first, twisting unnaturally.  She felt a crack. 
Her young body slammed to the floor, and a brief moment later, the pain hit
her.  She started screaming as pain shot from her ankle.  The man laughed
as Whitney cried violently.  ***

   Annabelle was fast approaching the first orgasm of her short life.  Her
heart raced as the unfamiliar sensation kept building.  The redheaded woman
flicked the child's small clit and lapped up all the juice that dripped
from the girl's young pussy.  The man was still behind the woman.  His nose
pressed against the woman's asshole, while he tongued her pussy.  The man
stood up, and turned the woman around.  They kissed passionately, each
tasting cunt in the other's mouth.  The man pressed the woman against
Annabelle.  The woman's pale ass pressed against the child's pussy.

   "I'm fucking horny." The man whispered into the woman's ear.  "Let me
fuck her." They continued kissing.  The woman pushed the man back gently,
and stepped out from between Annabelle's legs.  The man's nine inch
erection pointed at the child's virgin slit.  He stepped between the girl's
legs and moistened the tip of his dick with the child's juice and his rape
partner's residual slobber.  He stared into the girl's pleading eyes as he
savagely penetrated her tight, virginal pussy.  The girl's hymen tore and
the man's swollen cock head bounced off her cervix.  Annabelle screamed
through clenched teeth.  The man continued tearing into the girl with
violent thrusts.  The woman egged the man on as she fingered herself.

   "That's it sweetie.  Fuck that cunt.  Shred that little girl's pussy
up." Blood started flowing from Annabelle.  It dripped to the floor and
smeared the man's large shaft.  The woman got caught up in the moment and
climbed onto the table.  She straddled the girl, facing the man, and sat on
the child's face.  The woman started grinded her pussy against the child's
lips.  "Eat my cunt, bitch!" The woman shouted.  Annabelle kept her mouth
clinched.  "Eat my fucking cunt!" The woman screamed as she punched the
girl in the stomach.  She continued beating on the girl until she opened
her mouth.  Annabelle slid her tongue into the woman's pussy.  The woman
bucked her hips, using the child's face to get herself off.

   The woman was completely unshaved.  A thick black bush showed her red
hair to be a ruse.  Stray pubic hair from around the woman's asshole
tickled the inside of Annabelle's nose.  The pungent aroma of sweaty, hairy
asshole made the girl gag.  The man, still repeatedly bruising the girl's
cervix, leaned in to kiss the woman straddling Annabelle's face.  He pulled
the woman's dress over her head.  Large DD breasts bounced freely against
her chest.  The man bent over further and took the woman's right nipple
into his mouth.  He suckled as he continued raping the child.  Annabelle's
entire pelvis was in unbearable pain.  Her cervix was swollen and bleeding.
The walls of her vagina had split in several places.  Her young body had
never felt pain this bad.  The young girl's immature mind could barely
fathom it.  The woman was quickly approaching orgasm with each grind of her
hips.  She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and started bucking even
more forcefully.  "Fuck!" She screamed as her body started shaking.  "I'm
cumming!" Several seconds of convulsionary pleasure led to her collapsing
in the man's arms.  The man held his partner in and helped her off the
table.  He pulled his bloody cock from Annabelle's damaged cunt.  It made a
slurping sound as it slid out.  Blood pooled at the base of the table and
dripped to the floor.  The woman leaned against the table, her knees still
weak from her powerful orgasm.  "Goddamn!" The woman looked at the girl's
crotch.  The pussy gaped obscenely and blood smeared the girl's thighs. 
"You fucking ruined that little cunt!" The woman reached over and shoved
four of her fingers into the girl.  She then smeared her blood covered
fingers over Annabelle's face.  "Dirty bitch.  Letting a strange man fuck
you." The woman started fondling the child's chest as she turned to the
man, who was preparing to reenter the girl.  He slid his cock back into the
child's bleeding cunt, meeting very little resistance.  The woman smeared
the child's chest with blood as she continued squeezing her breasts.  She
made little noise, only an occasional gasp followed by several minutes of
breathless weeping.

   "I'm about to cum baby." The man said, wiping sweat from his brow.  The
woman leaned over the girl to get a better look.

   "Keep fucking that pussy!" The woman stared at the pistonesque movement
of her partner's penis as it continued to ravage the young child.  His
movements increased furiously for several seconds, and then stopped.  He
grunted.  "Fill that cunt!" The woman shouted as the man made a few
remaining thrusts.  He grunted with each one as he filled the child with
thick globs of his semen.  He held his penis in the child for several
seconds while he caught his breath.  The woman slid her hand over the
child's pussy, the large cock between her middle and ring fingers.  When
the man pulled out the woman cupped her hand and caught a mixture of blood
and semen as it flowed out of the child.  With a laugh and a wet slap, the
woman violently smeared the child's face with the aftermath of her
traumatic, violent rape.  ***

   Whitney continued screaming as she pawed at her throbbing ankle.  She
watched through teary eyes as it quickly began to swell.  The man was
already preparing for his next bit of fun.  He stood in one corner of the
stone dungeon looking at two sturdy metal poles.  The vertical poles were
five feet apart and firmly imbedded into the stone floor.  A small, height
adjustable metal platform stuck out protruded from each pole toward the
other.  The man turned around and looked at the girl.  He thought for a
second and adjusted the height of each platform.  Hanging on the wall
behind the poles there were an assortment of wooden stockades.  The end of
each stockade had two holes designed to secure it to the platform.  Unlike
a traditional stockade, this one was designed so that the broad edges faced
the ceiling and floor.  The man chose one and lifted it off the wall.  The
man walked to the girl, her cacophonous shrieks settled into a loud and
steady sob.  The man undid a few metal latches and opened the stockade and
placed it at the girl's feet.  He got on his knees in front of her and
grabbed the broken ankle.  She screeched and kicked at the man with her
good foot.  With little effort, he caught the flailing foot and forced her
ankles into the two outside semicircles of the opened stockade.  Her ankles
were spread four feet apart.

   "Give me your wrists." The girl was on her back gritting her teeth and
screaming.  She was oblivious to the man's polite request.  "Give me your
fucking wrists!" The man's voice bellowed.  Keeping a firm grip on the
child's shattered ankle, he leaned forward and grabbed the girl by the
hair. He forced her to sit up.  "Put your wrists in, you stupid cunt!" The
girl stretched painfully and placed her wrists into the stockade.  With
expert quickness, the man latched the top back on.  Whitney was now
helplessly confined.  The man stood back up.  With very little effort the
man lifted the stockade.  He carried the girl to the corner and secured
each end of the stockade to a metal pole.  The soles of her feet pointed at
the ceiling, her back at the ground.  Her virgin pussy and asshole were
spread as an offering to the man's colossal erection.  Whitney continued
screaming as one fourth of her weight pulled on her broken ankle. 
Struggling only made it worse.  The man stood between the girl's legs,
lifted his erection, and flung it over her body.  The head of his swollen
cock rested halfway between the girl's bellybutton and plum sized tits.  He
lifted it a few times and dropped it to make sure the girl appreciated its
heft.  He stepped back and knelt down in front of the girl's exposed holes.
He licked and spit on the girl's tight pussy.  He stood back up and started
forcing himself inside the girl.  It was like forcing a billiard ball
through a straw.  Something had to give.  Whitney's body started tearing.
She convulsed as her rapist went further and further inside her.  The man
wasn't even one fourth of the way in when he hit the child's cervix.  He
pressed harder and harder causing more and more blood to flow from the
girl. "You're a tight little cunt!" The man said pulling his cock back out.
He forced it back in slamming against the deepest part of the child's
vagina, causing even more excruciating pain to the child.  The man
continued until the pain from the rape and the broken ankle cause the girl
to lose consciousness.  He continued raping the motionless girl for several
minutes trying to rupture her insides.  Finally, he pulled out.  His cock
dropped and slapped against his leg, smearing it with blood.  He walked to
a small bag near his chair and pulled out a packet of smelling salt.  He
walked back to the girl and waved it under her nose.  She snapped back to
consciousness.  Her wide eyes begged the man.

   "Please!  It hurts!  Please don't..." The girl lost consciousness again.

   "Fuck." The man said frustrated.  He walked back to the bag and pulled
out a syringe.  It was an experimental drug designed for use during
particularly intense interrogations.  Its effect was twofold.  It prevented
loss of consciousness and filled the recipient with intense fear.  The
latter effect was a kind of dysphoric LSD trip without the hallucinations.
He preferred not to use it.  He preferred his victims' terror be all
natural.  But, he often had no choice.  He walked back to the girl, found a
vein in her arm and injected her.  A minute later she was conscious.  But
this time it would be for several hours.  "That's better." The man said to
the screaming girl.  "It's no fun if you're asleep." He walked back between
the girl's upstretched legs and placed his bloody cock against her asshole.
"Do you want it in here, little girl?  You want it inside your tiny
asshole!?"

   "Please don't!  Please stop!" The girl begged and wailed as the man
forced himself inside her asshole.  Her sphincter stretched as the man
slowly entered.  He was able to get much deeper inside the girl's bowels.
His cock wasn't even halfway in when it hit the 90 degree turn to her
colon. The girl screamed even louder as her large intestine repositioned
itself, allowing the man's cock to continue its unrelenting penetration
into her viscera.  With every millimeter the little girl could feel her
insides ripping and tearing.  The drug kept her conscience through the
unbearable torture.  The man's balls finally rested against the girl's ass.


   "Fuck," he exhaled, "that's deep." He felt the girl's bowels spasm and
he started to pull out.  He looked down at his dick as it unsheathed from
the girl.  It was covered in a vile mixture of blood and shit.  As the
large, bulbous head slipped passed the girl's anus, it pulled her rectum
with it.  The man shoved the girl's prolapsed bowel back into her body, and
started savagely thrusting.  The man's 13 1/2 inches repeatedly warped the
little girl's insides.  He wrapped his arms around the girl's legs and
pulled, forcing even more weight on the girl's broken ankle.  "You're mine
little slut!" He said, taking a bite from her leg.  "You belong to me!" The
girl's screams filled the room.  For several minutes the man continued,
only stopping to pull out the child's rectum and watch it slide back
through her extremely distended asshole.  When the man felt that he was
about to cum, he pulled out and flopped his cock onto the girl's stomach.
Blood and shit splashed across the girl's torn flesh, and with a few quick
strokes he started to ejaculate.  Several ounces of semen shot onto the
girl.  Large globs landed on her face and small undeveloped tits.  The
majority flowed and pooled in her belly button.  The man stumbled to his
chair and dropped down.  "Fucking hell, little girl.  You know how to
please a man." Blood continued dripping from the girl's ass.  He reached
down and grabbed a fresh cigar.  ***

   Annabelle continued to weep as her rapists sat in the wooden chair
catching their breath.  The woman sat on the man's lap.  His blood stained
cock was deflating against her pale round ass.  He wrapped his arms around
her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.  After a few minutes, the
woman stood up and walked to the steel cabinets.  She opened a few drawers
and rummaged around before pulling out a black plastic case.  She carried
it to the other table and with a loud crash, she dropped it.  The woman
opened the box and pulled out a battery powered surgical drill.  "Wow," the
woman said to herself, "We can have some fun with this." She snapped open a
small case and pulled out the thinnest bit.  She screwed it in and pulled
the trigger.  The unmistakable squeal pierced Annabelle's ears.  The woman
walk back to Annabelle and got back on the table.  "Now to play with these
big titties." The woman squeezed the child's left breast.  She frowned at
the drying blood that had been smeared on the girl.  "But, I've got to
clean them first." The woman turned her head toward the resting man. 
"Sweetie, could you bring me some water." The man grunted affirmatively and
stood up.  He grabbed a bottle of water and walked to the woman.  "Thanks
sweetie." She took the bottle and poured it over the child's chest, washing
away the smeared blood.  "That's better." She took a swig and tossed the
bottle on the floor.  "You always need a blank canvas." The man leaned
against the table and watched as the woman placed the tip of the bit over
the child's right nipple.

   "No!  No!  Please don't!" The woman pulled the trigger.  The girl's
nipple briefly caught on the bit, causing her entire breast to twist before
the flesh finally tore.

   "Fuck!" The man said as he watched the girl's breast vibrate
erratically. The girl's screams drowned out the high pitched howl of the
drill.  The woman forced the spinning bit deeper and deeper directly
through the child's nipple.  When she reached as far as she could go, the
woman pulled the bit out forcefully.  The woman yelped delightedly as bits
of fat came out with it.  Blood slowly started bubbling up from the small
hole.  The woman repeated this on the child's other nipple.  At this point,
Annabelle was shrieking and pleading franticly.  "Please stop!  God please
stop!" The woman squeezed Annabelle's right breast, a stream of blood
squirted out like milk from a cow's utter.  The woman drilled another hole
in the child's left breast.  And another.  And another.  The woman squeezed
the child's left breast.  Four red streams of blood jetted several inches
in various directions.  One shot directly into the child's gaping mouth. 
As the girl started choking, the woman continued filling the girl's chest
with hole after hole.  At this point, the man had started fingering the
woman.  His thumb was up her ass while he rubbed her soaked pussy.  The
woman's deranged smile slowly changed to a vicious scowl as more and more
punctures covered the girl's chest.

   "Fucking cunt!" The woman muttered.  "How do you like your new tits?"
The woman was approaching orgasm.  "Keep going sweetie!  Keep going." The
woman placed the bit against a fresh spot on Annabelle's chest.  She
started cumming.  The bit slipped and the woman pulled the trigger. 
"Fuck!" The woman screamed ecstatically as the bit jammed in the young
girl's sternum.  "Don't stop!" The man vigorously rubbed the woman's
swollen clit, as she continued to pull the trigger.  The motor quieted,
signaling a nearly drained battery.  She dropped the drill.  The bit
snapped in half, leaving about half an inch sticking out of the girl's
chest.  The drill slammed to the floor, throwing the battery across the
room.  The woman's euphoria passed and she collapsed on the girl,
smothering her in her large milky white breasts.  After catching her
breath, the woman maneuvered herself off the girl.  The man was slipping
his pant's on.

   "Let's get something to eat." He said to the woman.  "I'm starved."

   "Oh, my ass wasn't enough for you?"

   "I'd prefer something a bit less fatty." The man said jokingly.  The
woman gasped, and pushed the man.

   "You son of a bitch!" She said laughing.

   "Hurry up." The man and woman got dressed.  They left the helpless
bleeding child bound to the table as they went to visit the bordello's in
house chef.  ***

   The giant man took a final puff from his cigar and snuffed it out on the
armrest of his chair.  He stood up, stretched, and walked back to the
dangling girl.  The pool of semen over her belly button had taken on a
reddish hue as the welts covering her body continued to bleed.  The child's
broken ankle had continued to swell, causing her foot to turn blue due to
blood restriction.  He left the girl hanging and he left the room.  He
ascended the large staircase and entered the room across the hall.  Inside
were a very large bed, television, and all the amenities you would find in
a modern hotel room.  The large man walked into the bathroom and stepped
into the shower.  He washed the blood and shit from his dick and watched
the stained water circling the drain quickly turn clear.  He washed his
body and dried off.  Still completely naked, he left the room and went to
see the chef.  The woman and man were already in the dining room when the
naked man walked in.  They were dressed in the clothes they had arrived in,
their hair still damp from a post rape shower.  "Oh," the woman said
staring at the large man's swinging cock, "hello, Tomas."

   "Hello Katherine," he nodded politely.  The smaller man stood up and
walked over.  "Good evening James.  It's nice to see you two." The men
shook hands.

   "You too." The shorter man said.  "Would you care to join us?"

   "That would be fine.  Thank you." The large man pulled up a chair and
sat with the couple.  For the next three hours the trio ate and drank,
trading stories of different girl's they'd had.  It was well past midnight
when they finished and went to their rooms.  The three slept soundly, while
their victims remained bound in abject horror.  Annabelle was in the better
shape of the two.  Her breasts throbbed, but the drill bit had been narrow
enough for the wounds to stop bleeding quickly.  The only sleep she got
came in microscopic bursts before pain forced her awake.  Whitney's
condition was much direr.  Had the man not injected her with the stimulant,
she would have passed out hours ago.  An observer would have thought her
cries related to her shattered and swollen ankle.  They would have only
been partially right.  The vast majority of her pain related to the violent
anal rape she had endured.  Her rectum and large intestine were tattered
beyond the body's ability to heal itself.  Her bowels continued to spasm
and hemorrhage.  Left untreated, she would be dead in a couple days.  It
was nearly 4 am when the drug finally wore off.  Finally, the suffering
girl was granted the reprieve of unconsciousness.  ***

   It was about 10am when the door to Annabelle's room opened.  The man and
woman walked in, refreshed and ready to further their captive's agony. 
They had already removed their clothes.  Steam rose from mugs of coffee. 
They approached the girl and stood on either side of her.

   "How ya doin' honey?" The woman asked with mock concern before taking a
sip of her coffee.  "Did you sleep well?"

   "Please," Annabelle begged hoarsely, "let me go." The man looked around
the room while the woman continued staring and smiling eerily at the girl.

   "Baby, come here." The man called to the woman.  Annabelle watched as
the woman walked to the man and examined the room's centerpiece .  They
stood around the cone quietly speaking to each other.  It appeared that the
man was telling the woman what the device was for.  The woman giggled.

   "Oh my," she covered her mouth and laughed through her fingers, "that's
dreadful!" The woman glanced back at the girl and smiled ominously.  The
two finished their coffee while speaking out of earshot.  When they
finished, they walked to a small panel on the wall.  The man opened it and
read the brief instructions on the back of the small door.  Inside the
panel were two small levers.  One was adjusted vertically and the other
left to right.  He moved the lever to the right.  The arm above the cone
started rotating clockwise.  After it had rotated 180 degrees, he pulled
the other lever down.  Slowly, the tangled leather straps drifted to the
floor.  It was 45 seconds before the man released the lever.  The man and
woman unknotted the leather straps.  The woman walked back to Annabelle and
started to unlock the girl's arms.  She stopped.  "If you fight, I will
fucking kill you." Had she known what was coming, Annabelle would have seen
the threat as an invitation.  The woman unlatched her from the table and
threw her to the floor.  Annabelle lay with her tattered and punctured tits
against the cold linoleum floor.  The woman dragged the girl by the hair to
the waiting leather harness.  The man stepped behind Annabelle and forced
her arms behind her back.  They were bound in a very painful reverse prayer
position.  A leather belt was locked tightly around her waist.  The man
walked back to the panel and pushed the lever up.  Slowly, the girl
ascended toward the ceiling.  Annabelle's sleep deprived mind still had no
idea what was coming.  The arm rotated as the man pressed the other lever.
The girl's body slowly arced toward the cone.  When the point of the cone
was directly below her feet, Annabelle had a realization.  The girl started
to panic.

   "No," she screamed, kicking at the air, "stop!  Please!" The kicking and
swinging caused a shooting pain in her already painfully distended
shoulders.  She started her decent.  As the point of the device reached her
feet, she tried standing on it in a desperate attempt to avoid the
inevitable.  The point had been expertly ground to a fine point.  It
immediately started piercing the bottom of her foot.  Instinctively, she
lifted it.  She wrapped the soles of her feet around the cone like an
orangutan climbing a tree.  She continued to slide down against the finely
sanded and bloodstained wood.  The fine steel point was closing in on her.
Finally, Annabelle was able to hold a grip with her feet.  The point was
only inches from the child's virgin asshole.  Annabelle continued her
desperate pleading.  "Please don't do this!  Please!" The woman smiled at
the girl and the man sighed, frustrated.  ***

   The large man entered the dungeon at 10:30 AM.  Whitney was still
unconscious with a large pool of blood on the floor beneath her.  Her
broken ankle had continued to swell.  The naked man walked up to the girl
and assessed her damaged body.  Dried blood was smeared on her pussy and
ass.  The man lifted his massive cock and started to piss, washing the
blood away.  When he finished relieving himself, he lifted the wooden
stockade and dropped the girl on the floor.  He unlatched her and placed
the stockade back where it had been the previous day.  Whitney lay
motionless on the floor.  The man picked her up and carried her across the
room.  He had already decided on his next course of action.  He carried the
girl to a small wooden table.  It was about two feet high and had a
rectangular top.  He laid the girl on her back.  Her arms and legs hung
over the table's edge.  He went back to the wall and grabbed two sets of
handcuffs and a leather belt.  He positioned the girl's arms and legs over
the four corners of the table.  Whitney's left ankle and wrist were pulled
toward each other and locked with a set of handcuffs.  The same was done to
her right side.  Finally, the man forced the child's head back so that her
chin was flush with her chest.  A leather belt was threaded through notches
on the table and wrapped around her forehead.  The man secured it tightly.
The hair on the top of Whitney's head pointed to the floor.  Finally, the
man went back to his bag.  He pulled out another syringe and injected the
girl.  Several seconds later Whitney awoke, screaming desperately.  In her
mind she had never lost consciousness.  One moment she was hanging from the
stockade with her body painfully contracted, and the next she was stretched
over the small wooden table.  She tried moving her neck but the belt held
strong.  She opened her eyes.  Before her inner ear oriented her, it
appeared that the man was walking on the ceiling.  She watched him as he
walked to the wall to grab a small steel device that resembled an elongated
teardrop.  The fat end was about the size of a kiwi fruit.  The other end
had a small crank.  The man slowly started to turn it.  With every
rotation, four petallike segments expanded outward, until after a dozen
turns the base was the size of a softball.  He walked up to the girl and
knelt in front of her face.

   "Good morning, little girl.  Are you ready for more fun?" The man
continued taunting the girl.  Whitney heard only snippets of what the man
said between mind shattering bursts of pain coming from her bowels and
ankle.  The man tightened the screw on the device, returning it to its
original state.  The man pressed on the girl's chin and forced her mouth
open.  He started forcing the device into the child's throat.  Whitney's
sweaty skin caused the man's hand to slip.  The girl fastened her lips. 
The man reached over and swung the heavy instrument against the girl's
already shattered ankle.  She screamed and the man forced it into her
mouth. She tried shutting her teeth, but the device was already partially
inside.  The girl's mouth was stretched as far as it would go, but it the
device was still too fat.  The man applied more and more pressure against
the child's teeth until her blistering cries reached a crescendo as six of
her front teeth were ripped from their socket.  The man pulled the device
out and reached into the girl's mouth.  One by one he pulled the broken
teeth from her bleeding mouth.  As the final tooth clicked and skidded
across the stone floor, he forced the device back in.  It fit perfectly. 
The man started turning the crank.  ***

   Annabelle was struggling, trying not to slide down onto the cone.  Her
legs were throbbing after ten minutes of great effort.  The woman watched
with anticipatory glee, waiting for the girl to slip.  Finally, the man
spoke.  "We have to catch the 3:30 flight.  We don't have all day." The
woman stared for a few more seconds, and then answered back.

   "Okay, fine." She walked to the cabinet and opened a door.  She looked
for a few moments, and then pulled out a scalpel.  Without hesitation, she
walked the girl and slit her right Achilles tendon.  Annabelle screamed,
dropped, and then bellowed violently.  The point of the cone tore into her
anus.  The descent stopped after three inches of cold sharp steel had
entered her.  Before Annabelle could try anything else, the woman slit her
other Achilles tendon and jammed the blade into the side of the child's
thigh.  Blood flowed from the girl's ankles as her face twisted in agony.
The woman gestured to the man.  He lowered the child further.  The young
girl slid down two more inches.  The girl continued screaming as the cold
steel tore into her delicate body.  Again, the woman signaled the man. 
Annabelle slowly slid down two more inches, screaming and begging as each
millimeter split her apart.  The first evidence of internal damage showed
itself as a pair of blood streaks flowing down the front and back of the
cone.  She was lowered again.  The woman licked her lips as she watched
blood pour from the child.  "Let's do the cunt now." The woman growled. 
The man obliged and started raising the girl.  When the filthy steel point
slid past Annabelle's anus the man spoke.

   "You need to guide her down, baby." The woman gently swung the child a
few centimeters and nodded at the man.  She held the girl as the man pulled
the lever.  Annabelle's cunt was forced over the bloody, shit smeared cone.
The girl hung there, unable to feel anything but pain.  She slid down three
more inches.  The pain increased exponentially when the tip pressed against
her cervix.  Involuntary movements caused the sharp point to carve several
grooves into the girl's uterinal entrance.  She was lowered again.  The
cone wedged itself into the young girl's uterus.  Shrieks filled the room
as her cervix was punctured and torn.  The tip wedged itself deeper and
deeper until her uterus was filled with cold steel.  Her descent ceased. 
Her reproductive organs, which were only beginning their functional life,
were irreparably damaged.  A torrent of blood poured from the child's body.
The man and woman watched for several minutes as Annabelle suffered, slowly
losing consciousness.  The woman looked at the man and nodded.  He pressed
the lever and the child rose while more and more blood coated the torturous
cone.  The girl dangled from the harness as the man swung the arm away and
lowered her to the floor.  He unhooked the child from the harness and
carried her semiconscious body to the table.  He threw her down.  The woman
knelt in front of the child and viciously shoved her entire fist into the
girl's gaping pussy.  ***

   Whitney's mouth was stretched to its breaking point.  She had aspirated
blood and was choking uncontrollably.  The man continued mercilessly
turning the screw.  Whitney felt a crack.  She couldn't tell from where. 
The pain felt like her entire skull was being rendered apart.  Another turn
led to another crack.  Suddenly, a deafening ringing struck Whitney's ears
as her lower jaw was torn from its socket.  The man continued turning the
screw, eventually tearing ligaments from her jaw bone.  The agony visible
on the girl's face gave the man a throbbing erection.  He stared into the
child's face and stroked himself.  Eventually, he began contracting the
device.  Her jaw remained distended as he removed the instrument.  The
child's mouth was hideously deformed.  It gaped opened like a yawning
hippopotamus.  The child's tongue flicked at the air as blood coated her
mouth.  The man got to his knees.  He carefully slid his mammoth cock into
the girl's mouth.  She started gagging as the head slipped passed her
uvula, forcing pooled blood into her esophagus.  With the most sensitive
part of his anatomy past the child's remaining teeth, the man took less
care as he continued forcing his cock down the child's throat.  The man
watched the bulge in Whitney's throat travel down toward her breasts.  The
child's chest heaved and the man felt a burning on the tip of his penis. 
The girl started to spasm, desperately trying to get air.  He went further
and the child's chest continued to heave.  The man's balls pressed against
the child's nose.  He pulled the majority of his cock out quickly, and then
carefully avoided the child's teeth.  Whitney gasped, and then started to
vomit.  It splashed to the floor in several violent heaves.  More flowed
from her mouth and ran into her nose.

   "Fucking disgusting bitch!" The man snarled and he repositioned himself
into her mouth.  Again, he slid his massive cock past the child's tonsils.
The bulge in her throat slowly traveled downward.  The child's esophagus
spasmed, massaging the man's cock with rhythmic waves.  "Ooo, keep doing
that baby." The helpless child struggled to breathe, but the man was
unrelenting.  He started thrusting into the child's stretched gullet.  Her
struggles only increased the man's pleasure.  He continued thrusting for
over 30 seconds, then pulled out as the child approached unconsciousness.
Over the years, he had become quite adept at avoiding unconsciousness in
his victims.  He continued raping the child's throat in 30 second bursts.
As the man got closer and closer to orgasm, the child got closer and closer
to death, a soothing death which the little girl was praying for.  ***

   Annabelle was in a mental state very similar to that of her friend. 
Death eluded her.  Her young body lay tattered and bleeding as the woman's
fist pounded into her uterus.  The man stroked himself, as blood slashed
against his partners face.  "Let me at her." The man said impatiently. 
"Let me at the little slut." The woman pulled her fist out of the girl. 
She ran back over to the drill, put in a fresh battery and revved it.  The
man stepped between the girl's legs and buried his nine inches into her. 
The child's cervix was no longer the impassable wall it had been the
previous day.  Now, it was a mere demarcation of torn flesh.  His engorged
head repeatedly entered the child's uterus.  The woman replaced the broken
bit, with one substantially larger.

   The man continued raping the child, tearing her insides apart.  He
rested his hands on her abdomen and applied his weight.  This pressure
tightened the child further, increasing the man's already uncontained
pleasure.  The woman, drill in hand, ran to the man's side and stared into
the child's face.  She no longer screamed.  A less experienced torturer
might have thought the child was dead.  But the woman knew better.  Despite
her lifeless gaze, the young girl wasn't dead.  She merely longed for it.
It was moment's like this that the woman craved.  To see a helpless child,
begging to be murdered.  Only days before, this girl had her entire life
before her.  But now her eyes pleaded for death.  The woman was only too
happy to oblige.  She placed the bit under the child's left breast.  She
pulled the trigger and forced the rapidly rotating bit deep into the girl.
It tore through her skin, a layer of baby fat, muscle, and glanced one of
her ribs.  Finally, the drill reached its intended target, and tore a hole
in the girl's lung.  The child's face barely changed.  The woman
masturbated as she moved the spinning bit around, further lacerating the
lung.  The girl coughed, sending a mist of blood into the air.  The woman
pulled the bit out and did the same to the other lung.

   "Fuck!  Baby, I'm about to cum." The man said as his thrusts
intensified. As the young girl's lungs began to fill with blood, the woman
pulled the drill out.  She placed her ear against the child's chest, and
listened.  The young heart slowed, as the woman's fingers quickened. 
"Fuck!" The man screamed as he started to ejaculate.  He filled the child
with a stallionesque load.  He remained inside the girl as his orgasm
passed.  The woman was restraining her orgasm and staring into the child's
eyes.  She muttered to herself.

   "Fucking die you worthless cunt!" The woman continued skirting her
orgasm for several seconds.  "Your life means nothing!" The child's body
was nearly shut down.  "You only existed to please me!" There was a final
thud in the girl's chest and her eyes glazed over.  The woman's entire body
shook as she let the orgasm envelop her.  She screamed and gritted her
teeth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.  "God!" She
howled as she braced herself against the table.  Finally the woman
collapsed to the floor and laid spread eagle, exhaustedly panting.  The man
quickly pulled his cock from the child and lay at the woman's side.  They
held each other and kissed, as blood oozed from Annabelle's corpse.  ***

   Whitney's young body rocked as the large man continued his fervent
assault.  He pulled out of the child's mouth and caught his breath.  He
stared down into the girl's face.  "Ready, you little slut?" He smeared his
vomit covered cock into the child's eyes.  "You ready to die?" He slid back
in.  This would be it.  There would be no more last second reprieves.  No
more desperate gasps for air.  These were her final moments.  He pounded
into the child's throat more violently, and with much less care.  After 25
seconds, the man noticed the muscles in the girl's legs tense up.  Five
seconds later they relaxed.  His assault intensified.  His cock slid
quickly up and down the girl's throat.  "That's what you get!" He said to
the unconscious girl.  He panted breathlessly.  "Fucking cunt!" He felt
that familiar feeling in his cock.  He wiped sweat from his brow, and
arched over the child's body.  He shoved four fingers into her pussy and
gripped her like a bull rider grips the reins.  "Almost...there." He bucked
against the child's face spastically.  After a few more thrusts, the giant
man started ejaculating.  His seed flooded the dying child's esophagus.  He
remained inside the girl for a couple minutes after his draining orgasm. 
He caught his breath, and noticed pain in his weakened knees.  He pulled
his contracting penis from the dead girl's mouth.  He placed his left hand
on her neck for leverage and started to his feet.  There was a terrible
snap as the child's neck broke and bent frightfully.  "Shit!" He tried
again and successfully got to his feet.  He grabbed the base of his cock
between his thumb and index finger.  He pulled down, removing any residual
vomit and blood.  As a final act of contempt, he flicked the fluid over the
dead child's chest.  The man sat back in the chair and lit another cigar,
his eyes fixed on his latest victim.  ***

   Several hours later, a cleaning crew wheeled the two lifeless bodies to
an incinerator room.  The little girls were tossed into the inferno like so
much garbage.





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