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Comments: fantasy as usual, don;t try this at home (anybodys)
Story_codes: incest,extreme pedo, w/s,pain and torture,bone scraping

   Story_intro: She stripped them of their dresses and diapers, she put
them aside, they were full of greasy baby shit, and she arranged them in a
classic sixty nine position, it was so perverse seeing tiny babies like
this, they started to suckle, a natural instinct rather than a sexual one.
As they tasted the shit on each others privates they pulled away, she just
pushed them back, their faces smeared with the offending material.







   Wrong Company

   Written by Singledad



   Chapter 6



   Bridget was a bit put out that little Caroline died so soon, long before
the ants had done their worst, and certainly long before she was at all
sexually satisfied, but that's the way with death she observed.



   They picked her up and lay her in a strong polythene body bag and zipped
it up.



   "There that was number one" she said matter of factly "Who shall we work
on next, I think we should make it last longer, that baby didn't suffer for
nearly long enough".



   I was amazed at her cruelty, but so excited, I was even about to offer
myself for her ministrations, knowing how unmerciful she could beI was so
turned on, she pre-empted me however, she strolled over to the pram and
gently lifted the babies out



   "We paid an arm and a leg for these just because they are twins, never
mind" she added "they will suffer"



   she stripped them of their dresses and diapers, she put them aside, they
were full of greasy baby shit, and she arranged them in a classic sixty
nine position, it was so perverse seeing tiny babies like this, they
started to suckle, a natural instinct rather than a sexual one.  As they
tasted the shit on each others privates they pulled away, she just pushed
them back, their faces smeared with the offending material.



   "I'm bored with them, they're too little, they don't understand the
nature of pain"



   she slapped one's ass hard, it seemed to tense and started to scream
then turned to the big guy and told him to fuck them both as hard as if
they'd been whores, she added that if they survived, we would have fun with
them later on.  As the big body builder started to push his rock hard meat
into the little babies, she told him to finish the job in another room, he
lifted the one he wasn't fucking and with the other impaled fully on nine
inches of erection he strode into the next room, from where we could hear a
tremendous screaming and crying, but still hear what we were doing.



   "Well, who wants to be next" Bridget barked in a menacing voice



   I stepped forward and tentatively asked if she would show me the bone
scraping again.



   "Mmm your'e a deep one" She said with a half smile,



   "and who shell we inflict it on?  Choose someone older, the pain has to
be experienced and someone who has known little pain in their lives will
not appreciate it"



   "W-well" I stuttered "Could it be me first, I er, I'm feeling so horny,
but horny for pain, I want to experience agony"



   "Oh you will my dear, you will, and you chose the right punishment it's
delicious, and it makes almost no mark" s



   he said in a triumphant tone



   " of course I really like to inflict this one on a pre-adolescent, or
even a pre-teen, because of the higher pitch of their screams, but I'm sure
you will love it and learn, yo0u will want to do it to others, your own
Rita perhaps".



   "Do us both" I blurted out



   "Oh my dear you are so totally sold on this I love you, come forward
both of you!



   I stepped up to the table, and beckoned Rita, she stepped up alongside
me I gave her a wink and she flashed a weak smile at me, my heart went out
to her, she had experienced so much pain already



   "The only problem I see"



   Bridget said



   "Is that you - although I doubt whether you can imagine what agony it
will bring you actually - want to experience this pain, and that will
lessen the excitement for me, nevertheless, you will be the pupil and I the
teacher"



   She instructed me to sit on the table, alongside Rita we sat there
trembling.



   "Get the XS504"



   She barked to Marty, he brought a syringe, and stabbed it into my thigh.



   "This is the stuff that dreams are made of, it will make every sensation
you have four tiimes more intense, pleasure is heightened , making it a
lethal combination with the drug already in you, but more important to me,
your pain also intensifies fourfold, and Bingo, it works in half a minute"



   She was almost giggling as she finished her words, there was a prickling
sensation, and a feeling of heightened excitement I find it hard to
explain.



   She selected two long skewers, the kind you might put kebabs on for a
barbecue, they had no points at all the ends had been hammered, I found
out, so they made a flat spoon like end, she pushed my dress up high on my
thigh I wiggled so it went over my bottom, she undid Ritas jeans and
wiggled them off her legs, that brought her some discomfort because of her
fractures.



   "I will scrape your femur, that's the longbone of your leg, it is the
deepest, protected by muscle, flesh and sinew, it takes some getting too"



   she was away, continuing her macabre anatomy lesson.



   "Some people say there is no pain associated with bone, but I beg to
differ, it starts off as a dull ache and the agony develops and lasts
sometimes for days, I did it to one child once, and actually was able to
detach one of her muscle anchorage points, she fell over, and couldn't walk
for a couple of weeks"



   Bridget said all this with a far away look in her eyes as if reliving
past triumphs, I realised that these tactics were to increase the terror of
her victim, but as she said I was asking for rough treatment, and so it was
sort of wasted on me, I noticed with interest that little Rita was looking
decidedly aprehensive.



   "One more thing my darlings" She continued



   "This kind of pain often makes the victims vomit, I call it deep pain,
if you are going to evacuate your stomachs, please do it into each others
mouth.



   Chapter 7



   Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next, I was expecting
pain, the dull edge of the scraping tool penetrated my leg slowly, the pain
was intense I started groaning, it seemed to be stronger than the sexual
feeling, I wondered if this was more than I could bear.  I knew Rita would
have to suffer too, and suddenly the sexual side of it cut in, I gasped
some words , `Hurt me bitch' or something equally as lame.



   I not only felt pain, I had the sensation of the instrument pushing
itself through layers of flesh.  She told me when she reached my bone, I
already knew, the pain did start deep inside, I was breathing in gasps and
pants, very shallow breaths.  She started to move the skewer, slowly up and
down about an inch of bone, she was explaining that the bone was covered in
kind of cartledge, and she was going to scrape it all away, and that was
what hurt so, I was crying steadily and feeling like throwing up.



   I pulled Rita over and laid her head on my lap, I stroked her mouth
open, and forgetting the agony for a moment, I vomited into her little
mouth, great gushes of bile, bits of food, a yellow and red concoction of
filth, dear Rita swallowed as fast as she was able.



   Bridget gave me a skewer, and told me to start finding one of Ritas
ribs, and that I must enter in the middle of her nipple, she had no breasts
of course so it would be easier to get through the tiny fat area where her
breast would be.  I realised that she wanted me to do the bone scraping on
little Rita, I was both horrified and excited at the prospect of causing so
much pain to my little Rita.



   I pushed hard, it didn't seem to want to go in.



   "Pinch some skin" Bridget said almost annoyed



   I pinched a thumb and fingerful of skin and flesh and pushed the blunt
skewer in it went in with a jerk, like it tore somewhat, Rita squealed,
Bridget smiled she really loved the sound of children in pain.  Having
broken the skin I proceeded to dig the skewer in, she was boney as all
young girls are and I got to what I assumed was the rib bone.



   Bridget took hold of it and probed, Rita snivelled,



   "Yes you've got the second rib, scrape the tool along it feel its
contours, you will be bringing agony, don't push deeper unless you want to
puncture her heart she will then die"



   I realised how precarious the situation was, but I was fascinated, I
almost forgot that I was under torture too, I was brought back as she dug
the skewer in sharply and sent a wave of pain up my leg, she commented with
glee that she had entered a muscle and it would give me pain for a couple
of days at least, my mind returned to the pain in my leg as she slowly but
agonisingly scraped the thing up and down the bone.  I whimpered and howled
alternately my eyes shed copious tears, they splashed down on my dress,



   I saw my Rita looking up at me with tear filled eyes, I loved her, and I
had to hurt her as much as she needed to be hurt.  I scraped the rib, doing
as Bridget said feeling the contours, I could feel the dull edge scrape in
small quarter inch jerks relieving the bone of its anchored flesh, I
stopped frequently as the pain in my leg froze my actions, everytime she
stopped scraping me, I started scraping Rita.



   We were causing each other so much pain, she started to wretch, I bent
my neck and lowered my mouth over hers just as projectile vomit sprayed
from her, it was foul and lumpy and hot and it burned with stomach acid, I
swallowed and my teeth became rough as the acid etched them, I scraped the
tool hard over rita's rib bone, and she let out a piercing scream, gargling
the last of her puke.



   We scraped each other to heights of agony for about an hour.  Rita had
passed out so causing pain seemed a bit pointless, Bridget recommended
entering the same hole and doing the same area, within a couple of days,
she knew that it would be far more painful opening up old wounds and
working on bone that had been scraped so recently, she was indeed an
expert.



   Bridget said that after an hour of such agony, we had earned a rest, and
we should sit still and perhaps masturbate each other while she selected
and tormented someone else.  The big hulk came back in, he whispered
something to her



   "Oh well, I suppose it was expected" she said with obvious
disappointment



   "He says that one of the babies died on the operating theatre" she said
with a giggle



   I said that I wasn't surprised with a dick that big fucking a baby so
small, she informed me that it wasn't the fucking, he filled both their
miniature cunts to overflowing with spunk, nor was it the anal fucking they
both seemed to take that too, but when he started to face fuck one, it
seemed to suffocate.



   I knew he wasn't blessed with a large IQ, and I was surprised he had
stopped where he did with one still alive.



   "Oh I know why that was" Bridget replied



   "He was scared because he knew I wanted to play with babies, and he'd
killed one and that's why he didn't kill the other, also fucking is very
tame to him, doesn't turn him on all the way any more he wants to hit them,
he says its good to hear the sound of a rod or broomstick thwacking on tiny
baby flesh, the sound of breaking infant bones, its surprisingly difficult
to break baby bones...he is delightful isn't he.



   He hauled the surviving baby in by one arm, it was a mess, unconscious,
probably sust shut down from pain overload, he held it high, I watched as
pink blood tinged spunk dribbled out of her reddened asshole, he turned her
around proud of what he'd done, and we saw the same coloured spunk dribble
from an abnormally distended cunt.



   Rita and I were rubbing our swollen clits now, Bridget threw us a couple
of gloves.



   "I said relax not enjoy it" she said with a cruel flourish



   We donned the gloves, and soon found them to be coated with a course
abrasive, Bridget informed us that they was also impregnated with a mixture
of chile oil and salt, as the abrasive scratched our sensitive clits and
cunt lining, so the oil and salt would irritate the wounds, amazing!  We
were in a dilemma, the need to claw at out sex to seek satisfaction, and
the causing to ourselves pain, couldn't be better.



   We started to masturbate the scraping sensation was at first quite
stimulating it brought me to orgasm in a minute flat, but I looked down in
horror as I watched the blood ooze from my most sensitive area, Rita's cunt
too bled copiously.  We settled down to start on a second more leisurely
wank, and watch what the `Tormentor' would do next.







   Chapter 8



   she went upstairs where the other little guests had been left to watch
the filthiest porn videos Marty could muster, and that's saying something.



   She came back with a delightful girl and boy, they were each I would say
about seven or eight years old, and she was leading them by the hand.



   Jason was in fact nine, he was small for his age, he wore a crisp white
shirt and khaki shorts the kind you wear to the beach, they were quite
tight and short, probably selected to be a size too small, he had grey long
socks and that's all.



   Alice was adorable she turned out to be seven years old, she had a
skirt, short denim, a t-shirt with a Barbie design, and white long socks
reaching to just below the knee, her hair was about shoulder length,
chestnut in colour.  She gasped when she saw Rita and I masturbating, blood
everywhere.



   Come along children we have work to do and there's fun to be had.  She
stood the girl, Alice on the table, so her skirt hem was level with
Bridget's face.  Bridget went over and got a small overnight bag, set it
down on the table beside Alice and unzipped it, she took out a length of
barbed wire, and took it in her hand and slid up the child's skirt, Alice
was trembling, her bottom lip started to quiver, all traits much loved by
Bridget, and me if the truth were known.  She was obviously wrapping it
tight around the child's lower torso, she shifted uncomfortably, the wire
would have gone several times around the slim hips of the little girl. 
Alice cried out as a barb must have punctured her knickers.



   "Yes my delightful girl, this is going to hurt you greatly, you are so
pretty, so sexy"



   The child wasn't really sure what Bridget was on about, she did know,
however, that something unpleasant was about to happen.  The barbed wire
wrapped about her torso was giving her some discomfort, Bridget suddenly
grabbed the wire and lifted Alice right off her feet she held the child
dangling by the wire, the girl let out a series of squeaks, in great
distress, I was fascinated, and so was Rita by the frenzy she was
masturbating.  We were both thrashing away at our tortured clits.  Bridget
righted the girl and plonked her unceremoniously on her bottom, driving
several barbs into her soft flesh, the abrasive table covering biting into
the backs of her legs.



   Alice was stunned, she cried as Bridget told the hulk to get some of her
clothes off, his big clumsy fingers fumbling with her little button then
pulling down her tiny zipper, he drew her skirt off, it caught in some
barbs and ripped, her white cotton knickers came into view, many spots of
blood where the barbed wire penetrated the cloth and dug into her skin.  I
had to admire how deftly she had wrapped the girl in the wire whilst up her
skirt, the wire wrapped twice round her hips and between her legs, now
pulled tight since lifting her whole weight.  She was stressed either from
the pain, or from the embarrassment, a little girl being undressed by a
large fumbling man, possibly both.



   He continued by rolling the t-shirt up her slim body, skinning it over
her head, she shook her head and her, and it bobbed sexily, I just drank in
all these details, they are a paedophiles daily nourishment.  The one thing
I had noticed was that Bridget seemed to be able to take or leave the sex,
I think her motivation was cruelty and suffering, whereas mine was sex, raw
and perverted, but if not for the sex it would be pointless to me.  Listen
to me getting all philosophical.



   The child now sat in her barbed wire wrapped knickers, the oaf rolled
her socks down.



   "No" Bridget varked



   "Leave the sockies on, she looks so sweet in them"



   she roughly pulled Alice to a standing position, and rubbed the child's
cunt through her underwear, pushing at her sex, can you do a wee for
Bridget, the child nodded through her tears, she beckoned Rita over, Rita
stopped rubbing herself.



   "Lay on the table sweetheart" she commanded, Rita lay back, and she told
the girl to start pissing on Rita's cunt, but not to do it all, as she said
she was sure Rita would fancy a nice drink by now.  I was so aroused she
realised how piss would sting the millions of tiny scratches Rita had
inflicted on her own cunt with the abrasive gloves.  The little girl
started to piss through the material of her knickers, it streamed over my
Rita's pubic region, flooding her cunt, Rita was immediately animated,
wriggling on the glass shards that were imbedded in the table covering, it
was a grand sight!



   Bridget stopped the child in mid flow, and moved her to the end where
Rita's face was.



   "I think you need to sit down after all your excursions, finish your pee
sitting"



   I realised at once her ploy, the barbed wire would dig into Rita's face,
I honestly hoped it would not scar her face for life, its funny how your
logic runs when in a heightened sexual state, the girl I had helped break
the legs of for a sexual kick, I was actually worrying about her health.



   The little girl sat slowly onto Rita's face, I half envied her, little
seven year old thighs moist with piss, the gusset of her underwear sopping
pressed onto her face, Rita squirmed the barbs must have hurt at that
moment, the urine seeping into whatever cuts they made, I could hear the
rushing sound as Alice finished off her piss, by the amount of liquid
escaping most of it went straight down her throat, she seemed to be
swallowing frantically to keep up with the girls flow.



   Just then Bridget pulled Rita by her ankles fro m under Alice and pushed
Alice backward off the table, she fell heavily legs sprawling, she lay
dazed, the barbs of the wire had made two ugly tramlines right down Rita's
cheeks, when she'd finished swallowing and gasping for breath, she became
aware of the gouges on her face.



   "Mmm nasty cuts there" Bridget said in a cruel sneer " Best do something
with those so they don't show when you're older"



   I knew she had no ones interests at heart but her own



   she called the big guy over



   "You can do surgical stitching can't you?" she said mockingly



   "My fingers are too clumsy Bridge" he answered



   "No matter, we'll use bigger cotton"



   She took a needle fro her bag, threaded with what looked like string,
she handed it to the man asking if it was big enough, he smiled wickedly
and nodded.  He advanced to Rita, she shrank back, Bridget took a bottle
and poured some in a dish, she dropped the string into the solution.



   "Don't want to get an infection do we?" She said



   I was amazed that she would think that compassionately.  The bottle, it
turned out contained a strong solution of the irritant chili oil, and
probably other noxious substances.  The big guy started to thread the
needle through Rita's cheek, she winced, and as the irritant started to
burn the wince turned into a peircing scream, he pulled the needle and
thread through her cheeks twenty times before the wound was sown up.  How
it must have hurt.  She was curled up in the fetal position sobs wracked
her little frame, I wondered if I had gone too far, expected more than her
little body could stand.







   Chapter 9



   Bridget picked up little Alice and made her kneel on the glass shard
embedded table covering, she ripped the remains of her knickers off and
they fluttered to the floor the wires barbs were embedded deep in the
child's flesh,, she bent them a bit and positioned two either side of her
little cunt opening and beckoned Jason over.



   "Lucky boy" she mocked



   "You get to get your end away with this little child, get your dickie
out"



   the boy fumbled with his shorts and took his dick out of the leg hole,
she masturbated it until it became stiff, it was small and thin but stiff
as a poker.  Bridget noted in passing that he'd actually wet his pants, he
blushed, but I knew that embarrassment was the least of his problems. 
Bridget guided his little cock into the little girls tight cunt, he
grimaced as the barbs sliced into his little dick, she pushed him quite
forcefully, and she let out another agonised wail as her hymen tore and he
pushed fully home into her, he started to pump, as he'd seen on the porn
films, the barbs ripping him, blood flowed from around the scene of their
union, it was impossible to guess, but it was both I would imagine, the
girl was wailing, the boy was blubbering.



   My little Rita, by this time, had come and snuggled up to me, she
whispered into my ear.



   "Thank you, that was so exciting, but I'm so tired, and so hurty"



   I reassured her and said she could go for a sleep soon.  Bridget,
meanwhile had rolled the shirt up Jason's back, till it was over his head,
she took something out of her overnight bag, it was a bicycle chain, she's
going to beat his back as he shags little Alice, I thought to myself, I
jogged Rita awake



   "You have to watch this, its so exciting, stay awake a bit longer, we
will masturbate over this together"



   she opened sleepy eyelids, staring out from a pain wracked face covered
in stitches, I experienced half a second of sorrow at what I let her in for
as I saw the livid red holes where the cord had sewn...then back to the
show, Bridget raised the chain, and brought it down with a thud on the boys
back, he arched, certainly not expecting this fresh assault.  The chain dug
deep in the tender soft boy flesh, she kind of dragged it off, and the
blood started to well up in the groove, whack!  Again the chain descended,
a different groove, more blood, after five hits, the blood was really
splashing, she didn't stop till the boys back was a mass of blood, she
changed her aim and started to slash at his ass, the chain shredded his
shorts, and as they fell off him, so the chain bit deep, she continued down
the backs of his legs right down to his sock line, the blood flowed in
rivers, when they pulled him off the little girl, he fell backwards.



   "I need to finish this one off" she said flushed and breathless, "the
girl can live" she added almost as an aside



   I sighed with relief, a I quite fancied little Alice.  She hauled the
boy onto the table, slapping him awake, he stared through traumatised eyes,
full of tears, as Bridget maddened by her bloodlust, raised the chain, she
stopped, and told her minder to get the baby and his preferred implement.
He returned with the infant and laid her next to the boy, he had brought
the broom handle he loved, because of the sound it made I think.



   They started just lashing, the chain made the boy very bloody very
quickly, he was breathing fast, when she lashed his genitals so hard his
nuts split, again and the tip of his penis flew off and landed at our feet.
The last thing he saw was the chain descending on his face, he passed out
as she ripped the chain into the unconscious form again and again, the big
guy was giggling as he beat the baby with the pole, who can say how long
she lasted, all I know that as Rita and I masturbated each other to our
final orgasm of the day, they were being zipped into their body bags,
Bridget Marty and the big fellow, packed up their things, and said we could
keep Alice, that they would be pleased to use her when they returned.



   I had decided that they would not return, I loved the violence, and I
got sexed up with it, Bridget was unnatural, and she really didn't turn me
on any more, I phoned the cops, and told them where to find her, I would
survive without the drug, Rita, Alice and I got into some really good
times, I may write about them sometime, I remembered the bone scraping and
used it on several unwilling little girls, but that's another story.



   THE END

   or is it?  if anyone's interested I could continue this story, ideas
please











   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.