by Sarah J.
Story Codes: gggggg/FF, gdom, ped, nc, tort, viol
Warning:
The narrative deals with underage persons.
If you
find this offensive, then please don’t read it.
The following
story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to any real person living
or dead is absolutely coincidental. The
narrative deals with underage persons and the author in no way condones or
promotes sex with minors, nor any of the other acts depicted in this work –
but… Sarah thinks any adult who enjoys reading about such things should be free
to do so.
Summary: A young woman agrees to accompany
some schoolgirls on a field trip and becomes the unwilling victim to an
eccentric woman’s perverted games. Take a bound, naked 23 year old woman, add a
group of sadistic little girls and whole bunch of terrible torture equipment
and you get… well… you’ll see!
Kerry
was dragged screaming into the main dungeon area, the two black slave-handlers
held her bound form in a vice like grip as they hauled her effortlessly across
the hard, stone floor. The girls were already there. Megan couldn’t wait, she
ran forward and kicked the wailing slave in the stomach.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate
you!” shouted Megan, then she began pulling hard on the cowering woman’s hair.
“You are so, so, so gonna pay for spoiling my fun – you just wait an see”.
The
black women threw Kerry onto a heavy wooden bench and the girls swarmed over
the helpless woman like ants on a struggling caterpillar. Natalie grabbed the
slave’s hair and slid her back till her head lay between the rubber trim of a
wooden clamp, Kayla spun the handle so the sides closed in on Kerry, squashing
her cheeks and pinning her head in position. She began to blabber, a random
jumble of pleading and begging. Megan laughed, then jumped up on the table and
stood astride the trapped slave.
“She’s
looking up my skirt,” Megan said menacingly. “Fuckin perv, like looking up
little girl’s skirts do ya. Can you see my cunny bitch? Coz I seen yours,”
Megan laughed, “I seen it up real close”. Then the nine year-old stamped on
Kerry’s face with her boot, the slave started screaming again but the child
didn’t stop, there was a cracking sound as the heel of Megan’s boot hit Kerry’s
nose. The little girl had broken it.
“Jeez,
wot a wimp,” laughed Madison.
“Yeah,
“ said Natalie, “it’s just a little nose bone, it was an ugly fuckin nose
anyway, Meg just made it better is all”.
“Totally!”
agreed Olivia, “the loser should thank her”.
“Yeah,
thank her bitch,” said Natalie, as she grabbed the slave’s smashed nose in her
pretty fingers and twisted. Kerry let out a long, piercing howl. Natalie
laughed. “We’re waiting bitch!”
“f…
fank you for b…breaking my d… doze m… Mistress Megan,” Kerry mumbled.
“Sounds
like she caught a cold,” Kayla laughed.
Megan
knelt down, sitting across her victim’s chest. “Maybe you do have a cold bitch,
you like totally sound fuckin weird, I think we should warm you up a bit… hey
girls, let’s take little miss wimp to the burners”.
Kerry
was thrown onto the floor and Kayla inserted a two-pronged hook into her
nostrils, then two other girls grabbed the straps attached to the hook and
began to drag the howling slave along the floor. Madison laughed and grabbed a
pair of large tongs from the bench, the nine year-old clamped them firmly onto
Kerry’s pussy lips then the child lay on the floor on her belly.
“Pull
me along!” the girl giggled to her friends, “go on… see if you can pull me
along on its cunny bits”. The other girls laughed and began to haul the slave
along by her broken nose, the naked woman’s labia stretched tight against
Madison’s weight. The moaning pain-slave’s labia pulled out about four inches,
and the little girl was pulled a little way before the tongs lost their grip
tearing some of Kerry’s flesh in the process. Madison sat cross-legged on the
floor sulking.
Megan
stamped her feet, “stupid bitch just spoils everyone’s games, don’t worry
Maddy, I’ll fix it do she can’t get out of it”. Megan went to the pile of
objects that lay in a jumble at the end of the big table, and picked up a
vicious looking, long, thin, metal spike.
“No…
please! No! Mistress! Mistress! Please!” murmured Kerry. Megan grinned and lay
on top of the naked woman, looking into her tear filled eyes.
“You’re
not trying to tell me wot to do are you… SLAVE?” Megan said.
“No
Mistress! No Mistress! Honest I wasn’t… please don’t hurt me anymore, please!”
Kerry begged.
“Tell
me why I shouldn’t then?” the nine year-old grinned.
“I…
I will be your slave forever… I will serve you and live with you… and I’ll
never tell anyone anything. I promise Mistress… I promise so much,” the slave
started to sob, “please don’t hurt me”.
“Oh,
what a sweet little promise… an you are sooo sad,” Megan smiled wickedly and
poked at the sobbing woman’s ruined nose with the spike. “But if we don’t hurt
you then we will be sad wont we slave thing?”
“No
Mistress… I mean… Yes Mistress… please!”
“Ha!
Ha! Got you in a trap. Wow! You are fuckin easy to trap slave, you are too
stupid for anything much but hurtin an stuff”.
“Please
Mistress… I beg you!”
“Yeah,”
said Megan, sounding a little bored, “you do don’t you… like, fuckin ALL the
time. You are like so fuckin lame bitch, I thought you woz gonna be way more
fun than this. I mean we’re gonna like stick red hot metal things fuckin
totally up your cunny an butt, I mean…
that’s like totally bad right, so you should be like angry coz little kids is
doing it to you”.
“No
Mistress… please don’t do that… pleeeeeeease!” Kerry began to sob violently.
Megan laughed an spun round so she was laying with her boots by the slave’s
head. Megan’s tongue stuck out of her mouth as she squinted in concentration,
her little hands squeezed the slave’s labia, pushing it up into a mound – then
she began to skewer it with the spike. It was hard work, and Megan had to twist
the spike to get it to go through, and the slave didn’t help much, it wriggled
and squirmed, nearly tipping the little girl off. There was a crunchy feeling
as the spike went through the slaves cunny then the tip came out the other
side, and Megan made sure she worked the tool back and forth, twisting it to
make the hole big enough. Madison handed her friend the thick, iron ring and
Megan threaded it through the hole. Madison slid the steel block between the
slave’s legs, kicking it so it rammed tight against the woman’s ass. Megan
placed the ring on the block.
“You
do it,” said Megan, “you can swing it better from there”.
“Okay,”
said Madison as she lifted the heavy hammer. The girl bashed at the iron ring
until the ends closed neatly.
“Cool,”
said Madison, “Bet that wont fuckin tear”.
“No
way, “ Megan replied, wiping her bloodied hands on the slave’s thighs, “that’s
like right through the thick part, if you pull that out she’ll be like totally
be ripped up”.
“Cool,”
Madison giggled, “reckon I could?”
“Dunno,
but you can try right?”
“Totally”.
Megan
climbed off the prostrate slave and she was just putting the spike away when
she heard a whimpering sound coming from a crate under the table. She slid back
the bolt and opened the small door. Folded into an impossibly small space, was
the Vietnamese woman.
“What
are you fuckin whining about?” said Megan as she kicked the huddled form. The
woman didn’t answer so Megan grabbed the slave’s hair and dragged her from the
crate. “I am like totally fuckin mad at you bitch,” the nine year-old shouted
at the cowering, terrified Vietnamese slave. “You woz like fuckin BORN to be
our slave, so wot are you always whining about? You woz put here so we could
watch you scream an beg an have horrible, horrible stuff dun to you just coz
it’s funny, okay?”
Natalie
knelt down and began punching the woman in the face, the slave curled into a
fetal position.
“It
aint never gonna learn Meg, it’s fuckin more stupid than that thing, “ she said
pointing to Kerry, “we gotta learn her”.
“Oh,
we’ll fuckin learn her,” Megan hissed, “were gonna learn her really good”.
The
Vietnamese woman was dragged to a rubber mat and the girls grabbed her arms and
legs. The woman was manacled but she was quite easy for the children to handle anyway,
due to her petite frame. Kayla went back to the table and came back with a long
shiny metal shaft with wires coming out of one end. The girls pulled the woman’s
legs up like a baby waiting to have its diaper changed. Kayla knelt down, drew
the shaft back, then rammed it deep into the wailing woman’s anus. It was about
a foot long, and the child got four inches in easily, Madison had to help her
shove next four inches inside the tiny woman – and Kayla ended up kicking the
last four inches in with her boot.
“We’re
gonna play ‘butt-death’ wiv you bitch,” Megan grinned, “it’s one of my
favorites”.
“Really
Meg?” said Olivia.
“Really
wot?” said Megan as she reached for a role of duct tape.
“Is
it really your favorite?”
“Nah,”
said Megan as she pulled a strip from the roll of tape, “torturing losers is
just way cool fun, long as they hate it I don’t care wot we do”. She pressed
the tape over the struggling little woman’s mouth.
“Being
our slave must be like, totally bad huh?” Olivia said.
“I
guess,” said Megan with a shrug.
“How’d
you play ‘butt-death’ Meg?’ Kayla asked, “I never dun it before”.
“Me
neither,” giggled Megan, “I just thought of it, but it’s cool tho,” Then the
nine year-old pinched the Vietnamese slave’s nose so she couldn’t breathe, the
woman became frantic, twisting and turning and fighting. But manacled she had
no chance of escaping six girls, they might be little, but so was the slave,
and their combined weight was too much for her. Megan let go and the little
woman sucked in deep lungfuls of air.
“Hey,
that woz pretty cool Meg,” giggled Kayla.
“That’s
not it,” said Megan, “I woz just showin you how they hate it. We are gonna do
it till it like faints an is nearly dead, an we are gonna do it by sittin our
butts on its nose… that’s why it’s called ‘butt-death’, okay?”
“Wow!!
said Kayla, “you are like a total expert at torturing losers Meg”.
“Yeah,
I know,” said Megan, “I do such horrible things to em, an they never, ever say
thanks or nothing”. The girls laughed as Megan lifted up her leather skirt and
sat heavily on the Vietnamese woman’s face. The little girl wriggled around
till she felt the slave’s nose in her anus. The woman went wild again as her
air was cut off, a hysterically laughing Megan grabbed handfuls of the woman’s
small breasts trying to hold on. “WHEEEEEEEEE!” the girl shouted, “this is
totally cool fun!” The other girls just lay across the slave in a heap, pinning
her down. They were all laughing hysterically at the new game. After a minute
or so the woman started to weaken, and she had almost fainted away when Megan
farted. The Vietnamese slave drew the girl’s fart into her tormented lungs like
it was pure Alpine air, and the nine year-old laughed so much she nearly
choked. After another minute the women fell still, despite her brief reprieve
she had suffocated in a little girl’s ass. Megan jumped off.
“Right,
this is like really important okay. You got to make her breathe again quickly
or she’ll die an spoil the game. We gotta like make her do this loads of
times”. Megan grabbed the control that was attached to the end of the metal rod
inserted in the slave’s anus, and embedded a foot into her petite body. She
pressed the button and sent a powerful electric shock into the Vietnamese
woman’s bowels. The slave came to with a start, drawing in a huge lungful of
air. Then she started bawling, and babbling in her own language, which the
girl’s found really funny.
“Okay,“
said Megan, “who wants to go next?”
Natalie
jumped forward, and soon the poor woman’s nose was inside another child’s ass.
“See
if you can fart Nat,” laughed Kayla, “that woz way funny”.
To be continued… maybe… if u ask
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Ó Sarah J.
2004
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