Author: Daddy Walker Title: Belgian Blue Balls Keywords: MMM~f nc rape anal tort ws snuff ------------------ Belgian Blue Balls Two police men entered the interrogation room and sat down. They put a tape recorder up on the table and looked over Paul, the child killer. - "Hello Paul, I'm Chief Inspector Duret", one police man said. - "And I'm Chief Inspector Van Dyck", the other one continued. Duret started the tape recorder and kept talking. - "We were told you wanted to see us before the sentences?" Paul stared hesitantly into the table. - "I've been thinking... ", he started. "I was thinking... I could tell you about the first time... I want to cooperate as much as I can now. I'm thinking of giving you guys a few more names... I mean, some other guys and not just me. Maybe there will be something in it for me... Right?" The inspectors stared back emptily. - "Ok...", Paul continued. "I guess I know this place... Where they sell women and little girls... Do you want to hear about it?" - "Maybe...", Duret replied with skepticism in his voice. - "Ok...", Paul decided to keep going. "A couple of years ago, me and two buddies won the lottery... They're Peter and John... We've all worked for the same trucker company, so you can check it! Anyway... We couldn't figure out what to do with the money... Then one night, Peter said we should just go around Holland and Germany, fucking our brains out with every whore we could find." The police man called Duret shifted uncomfortably. The one called Van Dyck stayed expressionless. - "We did it...", Paul continued. "Then... At the end of the trip, we heard of this place..." - "What do you mean you heard about a place?", Inspector Van Dyck interrupted. "What did you hear?" - "Well...", Paul continued. "This guy in Amsterdam told us that there was a place over in Belgium. It was this kind of remote farm, where you could get little girls if you were willing to pay. You could do anything you wanted." - "Little girls...", Duret interrupted. "What kind of girls are you talking about?" - "You know...", Paul replied, trying to sound casual. "Girls you can't get in normal brothels..." Van Dyck interrupted again, pointing at the tape recorder. - "You need to give us details...", he said impatiently. "...or you're just wasting our time... " - "Well, you know...", Paul started, clearing his throat. "You could get young girls, like kids." - "How young?", Duret asked. - "I don't know...", Paul replied with some strain in his voice. - "You said you could do anything to the girls?", Van Dyck asked. - "Yeah...", Paul replied. - "What do you mean by that?", Van Dyck continued. - "Well, anything...", Paul tried. "Things you can't normally do..." - "What? Beating them up?", Van Dyck asked. - "Yeah...", Paul hesitated. - "Injuring them?", Van Dyck continued. Paul looked at the tape recorder and hesitated, but he continued. - "Yeah...", he said. - "How badly?", Van Dyck asked. - "Well...", Paul seemed to think again. "You know... As badly as you wanted..." Van Dyck sighed. He tapped impatiently at the tape recorder. - "Come on!", he said. "Tell me what you could do to a girl with the money you had." Paul's voice cracked up a little from nervousness as he answered. - "Kill her...", was all he got out. The two police men sat silently for a few seconds. - "So...", Duret started. "You're saying that you were told about a place across the border, where you could buy underage girls for sex and kill them?" - "Yes.", Paul replied shortly. - "It doesn't sound like good business.", Duret continued. "What happens when they run out of girls?" Paul sat quietly for a while, contemplating his situation. - "The guy who told us explained a bit of it.", he continued. "They use fugitives. Girls without money. The way I get it, they have a whole stable of girls and teenagers. Like cattle..." - "So...", Duret interrupted. "What is this place? A farm?" - "Yeah, it's a real farm.", Paul replied. - "Go on...", Van Dyck said. - "Ok...", Paul continued. "You can go to that place just to fuck. But then you have to be careful with the girl... And the way I get it, a few of them are sold as full packages. If you buy one of them, you can do exactly what you want to her for the entire night." - "So, what do you mean by that?", Duret interrupted. "Do anything? Do you mean killing?" - "Yeah...", Paul said. "Part of the deal is that if you leave her alive, you have to stay there until they finish her. To make you an accomplice or something, I guess. Any way, I guess they wouldn't be able to sell most of those girls again, so maybe they might as well kill them." He laughed like he had just told the worlds funniest joke, but he stopped when he didn't get a reaction from the inspectors. "That place is like a factory, you know", he continued. - "Can you describe the way there?", Duret asked. Paul did. - "Did you buy something?", Duret continued. - "Yeah...", Paul said. - "What did you buy?", Duret continued. - "A package.", Paul said. - "One of the packages you discussed before?", Duret continued. - "Yeah...", Paul said. - "Who was it?", Duret continued. "Do you know her age?" - "We wanted a package...", Paul continued. "And when we came there, it turned out that the youngest girl available was a thirteen year old. I think she was from some Balkan country..." - "And you were all big truckers?", Duret asked. "Three big truckers on one little girl?" - "Yeah...", Paul said. "I mean, John is the really big one. Peter and me are both the same size, including the little extra weight..." Paul tugged and clapped his own fat stomach and laughed a little at himself. - "Can you give us a short description of the place?", Van Dyck interrupted. Paul started with describing the outside of the farm. - "Then we were taken to some kind of studio.", he continued. "It was furnished as a living room. There was a shower room as well, with tiled walls and floors and a toilet and everything..." - "So, what then?", Duret asked. - ""We only sat there for a couple of minutes.", Paul said. "Then they came with her." - "Can you describe her?", Van Dyck asked. - "She looked young...", Paul said. "She was slender and short. Her hair was long. It was bleached blond. She had a dirty t-shirt and a pair of messy jeans. What else? I don't know... She was tired... She didn't make any resistance. Her tits were kind of big for a small girl. " - "What did you do?", Duret asked. - "We circled up around her...", Paul replied. - "How did she react?", Van Dyck asked. - "She seemed stressed out...", Paul said with a crooked smile. "But she didn't have much energy. It was almost like she had already given up, like she knew what was coming, you know.." - "What did you do?", Duret kept asking. - "We started touching her.", Paul said. "She tried to huddle up." - "Ok...", Van Dyck interrupted. "Just tell us in your own words what happened. The more detail, the better. We'll stop you if we have any questions. Ok?" - "Ok...", Paul started. "John grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She didn't have anything beneath... Her tits were great! Perky and firm! John took his cock out... I remember her starting to cry already... Anyway, we got her over on the couch. Me and Peter held her, and we pulled her pants and panties down. She had thin, kind of dark hair on her pussy... She screamed when John put his cock in between her legs! He started fucking her. We squeezed her tits... John fucked her real hard... He came inside her like there was no tomorrow." - "How did you decide what you would do?", Duret interrupted. "Did you have a plan?" - "No.", Paul replied. "We just decided. I got her after John." - "And you were just ok with sloppy seconds, Paul?", Van Dyck smirked. Paul gave him a sly grin back. - "I didn't get sloppy nothing...", he answered. - "So you fucked her in the ass?", Duret asked. - "Yeah", Paul said. - "How exactly did you do it?", Van Dyck asked. - "They held her down, bent over to the couch for me...", Paul said. "I just stood on the floor behind her and fucked her..." - "Was it good?", Van Dyck said with a smile. - "Sure it was good.", Paul smiled back. "She was real tight... I fucked her as hard as I could, and she kept screaming... John started slapping her face... He was getting violent, and his cock was getting hard again." - "So, what else happened?", Van Dyck said. - "I don't know...", Paul answered. "I came in her ass... And then Peter and I just traded places, and he fucked her the same way." - "Ok.", Duret said. "So you all raped her. What happened when Peter was done?" - "I guess...", Paul said. "We took a little break..." - "A break...", Duret started. "What did you do?" - "We had a few beers...", Paul said. "...and cigars. And we talked. And played with the girl a little. You know... We put the cigars out on her... Fingers in the pussy... Slapping her around..." - "What did you talk about?", Duret said. - "We were trying to figure out how many more times we could go.", Paul replied. "We figured out that we could all do her at least once more." - "So when did you get going again?", Duret said. - "When we all figured we had to piss...", Paul said. "I think it was John's idea..." - "What idea?", Duret asked. - "We got her into the shower.", Paul continued. "She huddled up, and we circled up around her. And then we all pissed on her." - "So, after that, what?", Duret said. "Did you rape her again?" - "They had a lot of stuff in that shower room.", Paul said. "There were ropes... We toyed around a little, and then we managed to hang her from the shower curtain suspension. Her hands were over her head, and she hung like a sand bag..." - "What did you do?", Duret asked. - "We were just circled up and started jabbing her like boxers.", Paul answered. - "Did it excite you?", Van Dyck asked. Paul laughed a little. - "Our cocks were hard...", he replied. "I heard one of her ribs snap... It's difficult to explain, but the way she just hung there, dangling while we all pounded her, it was really something." - "What did you do next?", Duret asked. - "After a while she was almost passing out.", Paul continued. "We drew matches about who would kill her... Peter won... I lay down on my back on some towels. John wanted to take her in the ass. They helped putting her cunt down on my cock. I could see everything... her cunt hair... her tits... her face..." Paul took a short break. He continued with a fervent voice, almost like he was reliving the moment. - "John started fucking her ass from behind.", he said. "She seemed almost out of it, but she still sounded like it really hurt... Peter held her above me... His cock was really fucking stiff! I pulled her tits and nipples... John and I got into this great rhythm with our thrusts... Then I think John was about to come... He started saying how we should kill her... Peter slapped her face... He put his hands around her neck, and John held her arms back so she couldn't move... Peter squeezed her throat, and she really panicked! I think maybe she hadn't understood until then that she was going to die... Peter didn't let her have any air. She had no chance..." Paul paused and sat silently for a second. - "What's the matter?", Duret asked. "You having trouble going on?" Paul smiled and started talking again. - "No...", he said. "I was just thinking about her... I watched her face... She was completely horrified... She wanted to get away so badly... The tears were running down her cheeks, and her mouth opened wider and wider. But we just fucked her! She choked, and her tongue stretched out... You know, I grabbed her nipples, twisting and pulling them as hard as I could to hurt her. I watched her cunt squeezing my cock. Her eyes were fading right before me." He took another pause with a dreaming look in his eyes. - "Anyway...", he continued. "Peter was squeezing her throat really hard. I could still feel her moving. I could feel something wet, and then I saw her pissing... Her little cunt kept pissing on me for almost a minute... John lost it and pumped her ass full of sperm. She just died, and then Peter jerked off in her face. He dropped her on me when he was done. She didn't weigh much... She was completely relaxed. I just fucked her body until I came..." They all sat quietly for a moment. Van Dyck broke the silence. - "Was it good?", he said with a curious smile. Paul smiled back. - "What did you do next?", Duret asked. - "Nothing really.", Paul said. "We were getting out of there. We threw into the corner of the shower. John pissed on her corpse before we left." They stayed quiet for another moment. - "Ok, now what?", Duret said. "Why did you tell us this? Just to rat on your friends." - "Come on...", Paul said. "I've told you a lot... Maybe you can take that whole place down. You could cut some kind of deal with John or Peter to make them testify..." Van Dyck smiled like Paul had just said something really amusing. The inspector turned off the tape recorder. - "You seem to really misunderstand this, Paul.", he said. "You're being charged for killing defenseless girls. The newspapers write about it. Pedophiles are big business... People really care about that... There is actual pressure on us to make arrests. But these guys you've told us about... They lock up immigrants who nobody wants to hear about... girls who would just end up junkies and hookers." Paul stared emptily out into the room. - "You guys already know about that place, don't you?", he finally said. - "Look...", Van Dyck said. "We'd appreciate it if you didn't talk too much more about this. If you do, you'll get in trouble, do you understand? On the other hand..." He held up the recorder. - "If you keep the lid on this...", he continued. "Inspector Duret and I will testify on how helpful you've been under the interrogations. And I'll do my best to keep you out of general population once you're on the inside." Both police inspectors got up and prepared to leave. As they buttoned down their suits, Paul noticed the hard cocks in their pants. Van Dyck put the recorder in his pocket. Then he leaned over the table and smiled. - "We'll check it out though...", he said with a quiet voice. "I'm thinking this tape might even be worth one or two of those packages... If you behave, I might pay you a visit, telling you how it was..." dirtywalker@gmail.com