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Story_codes: ped, extreme viol, incest, drugs, snuff,

   Story_intro: Rita, my little 6 year old was in hospital for the rest of
that week, although they said the breaks in both legs were nasty, she was
young and would heal quickly, I was well enough to touch my clit enough to
get relief, it was painful to walk, to take a piss, in fact there was no
part of me that didn't cause me pain in some way.



   Wrong Company

   Written by singledad



   Chapter 5





   Rita, my little 6 year old was in hospital for the rest of that week,
although they said the breaks in both legs were nasty, she was young and
would heal quickly, I was well enough to touch my clit enough to get
relief, it was painful to walk, to take a piss, in fact there was no part
of me that didn't cause me pain in some way.



   I visited Rita in the infants ward, I thought what a poor little thing,
broken so cruelly for the pleasure of a bunch of degenerates, I got excited
just thinking about it.  The drug certainly had affected her, she whispered
that she wanted me to wank her under the sheets, I started, she whispered
for me to squeeze her broken legs, I was shocked, and quite turned on.  I
squeezed and tapped them, she was in agony as I did, but she was soon
orgasming like a woman, I thought of all the fun we would have.



   I went and collected her at the end of the week, I couldn't keep my
hands out of her knickers even on the way home from hospital, we both
masturbated each other - I nearly crashed on one occasion - She was most
fascinated examining my cunt, I must admit the wounds and bruises were most
impressive, she smoothed them with her fingers and licked them over and
over with her little pink tongue, she had a lovely way of picking at a scab
and teasing the newly exposed wound, I had to say that they would take ages
to heal if she kept on doing it, but I didn't really mind.



   On the Sunday afternoon, Marty phoned, my heart raced as I heard his
voice, so odd as my encounters with him brought so much suffering to me.



   "Hi babe" he said cheerily but with a degree of menace,



   "I'm planning a little get together, just me and Carla, and some little
friends, no tramps this time, one of the last batch decided to blackmail
us, we had to dispose of him, anyway, I've got a really interesting
colleague, I s'pose you'd call her a master torturer, she calls herself the
tormentor, and she's so inventive you wouldn't believe it!"



   I told him that little Rita was still suffering with her broken legs,
although they were mending well, I also said that it was really difficult
at the hospital and that I only just managed to keep her off the `at risk'
register.



   "I hope you're not asking me to go easy on the little tyke" Marty said



   "Although I'm bringing some of our own victims, but we may need your
little one to experience some new pain, Bridget is awfully good, we were
lucky to get her"



   I couldn't believe we were talking about a torturer, as if she was an
after dinner speaker, I feared for my little Rita, she's the only daughter
I had left now, but I was anticipating the activities with so much
excitement, and I suppose that I knew that she would be too.



   After I'd told Rita, we were both getting excited about that evening, we
showered together, and made love long and slow, then we took a large dose
of drug, to amount Marty had said, measured to our relative body weights,
the tingling started and we both felt a new level of horniness in our
bodies.  Rita asked me when I last take a shit, it excited me just hearing
her ask such a question, any normal mother an daughter I would have to be
cross at such language or questions, I told her that I was nice and full,
and that I had got a diuretic, so that we could pee gallons, I assumed we
would be doing that quite a bit before the night was over.



   At 6.30 precisely the door bell rang, and I opened it to the little
party of people, Marty came in and was followed by Carla, his girlfriend,
or assistant, there wer four little girls, all done up in Sunday best, I
got instantly excited, they were so cute, the youngest was about four, they
seemed to progress upwards in age five six and seven, there was Carla
pushed a pram in, I peeked, there were two babies inside, god my heart
leapt as I imagined what we would be doing with them.



   At the back of the group there was a woman of about thirtyfive or forty,
she was introduced to me as Bridget.  Then there was the usual hunky body
builder type who followed them, he carried two huge holdall bags, and went
out afetr dropping them and brought in two trunks,



   "Excuse all my equipment"



   Bridget spoke, she was more gentle than I had expected, but as I looked
in her eyes, I saw a coldness, that I had never experienced before, a total
lack of emotion, it scared me, but how it excited me.  Marty explained that
she was utterly ruthless, and he had found no depths that she hadn't
already been to, all this made me quake, but also it was getting sticky in
my knickers.



   "Hello little Rita" Marty said to my little daughter "Come to uncle
Marty"



   she didn't move, "Sorry Uncle I can't walk yet my legs are broken"



   "Ooh I don't think we can let a little thing like that keep us apart"



   She knew that she would have to go to him and stood and walked over, she
was in excruciating pain as the unknit bones rubbed together, she got into
his lap and his hand went straight up her little dress, and he started
rubbing over her knickers



   "There that's better, Mm lots of pain to come before the night's over my
little slut"



   with that his other hand started to manipulate one of he broken legs,
she streamed tears.  He asked when we had taken the drug, and he did a
quick calculation, and estimated nine o clock would be the best time to
start the worst of whatever he'd planned for us.



   Bridget assisted by the hunky feller were busy getting equipment out of
the trunks and bags, most of it I couldn't even guess its use, I recognised
some things electric drills, sanders, catheters, speculum and a variety of
surgical looking instruments, each item took me further into a lust filled
haze.  Marty asked for the table they'd used last time, the big guy dragged
the heavy pine table through, Bridget unfolded a cloth, it was a deeply
padded affair, and I noticed it was textured, I looked closer and saw that
its surface was what seemed like sandpaper, but it was tiny shards of
glass, razor sharp, she spread it on the table, with a sickly grin, the
first of any emotions I'd seen.  She clamped some items to the table edge,
there were two mechanics vices, and some other implements I didn't
recognise.



   She got all the smaller implements out on a tray.



   "Caroline I think" Bridget said with what appeared to be a sneer



   The oldest child stepped forward, she was a stunningly pretty blond
seven year old, with golden ringlets, she had a short blue dress, that
flicked up enticingly as she walked, darling white knee socks, and brown
strap sandals.  Bridget asked if she'd had the medication, Marty said she
hd, I looked puzzled, he told me that apart from the sex drug we were all
on, they had a number of restricted experimental military drugs, and the
one she referred to was a nasty little concoction which heightened
awareness of pain around four times, I was amazed, Bridget wasn't satisfied
with causing prolonged pain and torment, they had devised a way to make any
pain much worse, why was it, I wondered, that excited me more than before.



   Bridget told Caroline to jump up and sit on the table, she did, as she
scooted back she felt a sharp stinging sensation as the covering scraped
the backs of her legs, it was worse as her sense of pain was heightened,
tears welled up in her eyes,



   "Come on sweetie" Bridget said "don't be a cry baby, at least not yet,
I'm going to hurt you more than you've ever been hurt soon enough"



   The woman said it with a calculated coldness, she had no mercy, she was
terrifying the child, and it seemed not to matter to her.  She layed the
child backwards, and swivelled her round so she was longways on the table,
I noticed she pressed her legs down as she turned her to so her skin
contacted the table covering, cruel bitch!



   "Hmmm where to start, so much to do, and all the time to do it!" he
said, relishing every second.  She took the electric drill and put a bit of
some sort in the chuck, she applied it to the girls mid section, and
pressed the trigger, it whirred round slowly and gathered the material of
her dress as it went, it bunched the material up till it was tight and
stretched, pinching the child's waist painfully.  She put it down and took
the rotary sander, she started to apply it to the child's clothing, it was
rubbing through the material, slowly shredding it, the dress was in tatters
and hung of her little body, she removed the shreds of cloth, the girl lay
trembling in just her socks and knickers, the sander had rubbed her skin
red raw in places and there were tiny drops of blood.



   She pushed the sander onto one of the girls nipples, it sheared it right
off, the girl was screaming in agony, and Bridget repeated the action with
the other nipple.  Her chest was all bloody now, she put the sander down,
she stopped for a bit to rub herself in between the legs, she was getting
most horny, she reached into her knickers and pulled something out it was a
sanitary towel, it looked as if it was fully charged with blood, she dumped
it in the kids mouth and put a harness affair over the childs head, it had
some metal work projecting from it and she secired it so that the childs
mouth was forced open, she invited some of us to piss into her open mouth
three of them did, while this was going on she was getting some surgical
instruments, she started to probe what looked like a needle into the girls
thigh, she explained that she was locating the girls thigh bone.



   "Ah here it is, this implement has a dull edged blade on the end, I amd
going to scrape along the bone from top to bottom, the agony she will
experience will be unbelievable"



   Bridget started on what looked like micro-surgery, as her task
progressed the girl was beside herself with screaming and groaning, ten
minutes this went on, Bridget got tired of that and pulled the blooded
instrument out,



   "Look at the soft white skin on her little legs, she winked at the hunky
guy, he took a baseball bat and came over, I think these legs need a bit of
rearranging, she stood back and put her hands down her knickers and started
to wank, the guy lifted the bat and brought it down on the child's lower
leg with a sickening crunch, I thought how glad I wasn't going to have to
take this one to hospital, an try to explain, the guy brought the bat down
hard on the girls other leg, it smashed audibly the bone stuck out through
the skin where it was shattered, she momentarily fainted, but the drug
kicked in and she came round, how cruel, she was screaming and shrieking.



   Bridget waved at the child's head end, the guy must have done it before,
he deftly hit the mouth cage with the bat, and it spun off, ripping her
mouth open, as the embedded thumbscrews were wrenched loose.  Bridget was
in a frenzy of lust as she masturbated her hands moved in a blur.



   "Fuck her mouth big boy" She panted, the big guy got his dick out and
started to rape the child's torn mouth, the woman ripped the knickers off
the kids lower body and took a jar of cream, I wondered if it was a
merciful action, but she added as how this burning cream would feel like
her cunt was on fire, she smoothed it on and up into the little girls cunt,
all round her ass, up inside her anus, great dollops of the stuff, I
noticed how cruelly the abrasive table covering had sliced the girls skin
and flesh in her backside, the girl let out a wailing as the cream started
to burn and irritate.



   "Five minutes more of the ointment an she should be cooked" Bridget said
with as much of a wry smile as I'd seen her manage, she climbed up and
pissed on the child's abdomen and cunt, smoothing the cream away with a
flannel, as the cream disappeared, so the extent of the damage became
visible, her poor little cunt and genital area was livid red, I made a
mental note to get the recipe of the cream before they left, it was
awesome. Bridget turned the girl over onto her stomach, the whole of her
back and bottom was a mass of little cuts, more like it was rubbed but a
bit deeper, she tipped a packet of salt onto the childs raw back and
smoothed it with her hands, the salt found the thousands of cuts and each
one caused her agony.



   What a state the little girl was in both legs smashed probably beyond
repair, back a mass of stinging cuts, bones scraped, cunt and asshole on
fire from the cream, Bridget enjoying every second of torment, she took a
slim necked jam jar and unscrewed it, it was contained what looked like
sand at first, it turned out to be stinging ants, she took a tube of liquid
honey, the type you buy for sadwitches, and squirted some up the childs
ass, then she upended the jar and started to force it, open end, into the
little girl's rectum, it went in about three inches, it was far too big for
the tightness of her sphincter, when it was well in, she picked up a
hammer, and brought it down on the jar's base, it shattered, much of it
inside the child's rectum, the ants were projected into the mass of honey
and stated to bite, the girls screams began with new vigour, and the glass
was cutting her soft asshole.



   Bridget turned to us and said



   " we'll give her five minutes with the ants, they're real cruel little
bastards, from the Mexican desert, fiery and brutal, they don't stop biting
when the sweetness is gone, they'll try to get out of that asshole anyway
they can",



   she was nearly giggling, she stood the girl up and helped het to walk
across the room, a difficult job with such smashed legs, she let go and the
girl crumpled in a heap, she whispered to the big guy and delighted as he
climbed on the table, he jumped off onto the child, it took four jumps
before the kid didn't move anymore, her stomach was ruptured, hanging open,
her arse had shit on the floor, some greenish fluid was leaking out of her
poor split mouth, the only merciful act wa that Bridget had let her die.







   End of Chapter 5















   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.