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   Beat-Up Day, ch 5

   Written by Singledad



   BACK TO THE STORY



   I had been beaten badly and Dad had stopped the proceedings, for the
first time ever, but he said that he seriously thought the guy was going to
kill me, and anyway a beating that severe would render me useless for the
rest of the session.  I was glad he stopped the man, I like my pain
sessions, but this was too extreme



   After lunch I shakily stood and went in the room where the circle were
gathered, Dads must have arranged it but Don came over, I shrank back a
bit.



   "Don't be afraid little one" He said



   "I apologise, I was out of order, guess I got carried away"



   I explained that I really did like to be beaten up, to be hurt, but that
that was too much all in one go.  he turned to Dad and told him what a
lucky sod he was.



   The room darkened a bit and the little girl Maria walked in pushing the
toddler Delores who was about three I suppose in her stroller, Maria was
about five or maybe six, under four feet tall anyway, and wearing cute
shorts, and a barbie teeshirt, her little sister was in a tiny sunfrock
with spaghetti straps, they had told the children that they were here to do
a fashion show, so they were unafraid and blissfully unaware that they were
going to suffer in any way.

   I knew that Don was about to mangle at least one maybe both of them, I
knew his type, I had experienced his fury, and I admit I was a bit excited,
and relieved it wasn't going to be me.



   He went to the cupboard and selected a rod, it was curtain pole I seem
to remember, about two feet long, he told one of his mates to 'hold her
real good' the man took the six year old child Maria, and sat back on a
stool, he grasped the girl from behind under the arms, Don ripped the
teeshirt off her and roughly pulled the shorts to her knees, she obviously
wasn't used to such treatment and started to whimper.  She wore the most
darling knickers, with a little mermaid motif on the front, he stroked over
the front of them but left the knickers in place, and went to the side of
her, he raised the pole and brought it down across both nipples, it made a
cruel thud.  The child didn't scream or cry at first, her eyes went large
as if she was totally surprised, then the pain of impact reached her and
replaced the surprise.



   She let out the most agonised shriek you ever heard, he didn't let her
take another breath before several hard strikes landed on her tummy and
chest, angry stripes appeared, he started in on her relentlessly, did he
ever lay into her, she was snorting snot from her nose, crying, trying to
take large gulps of air to fuel the crying, and in most cases not managing
it.  the blows kept coming, I suppose thirty by now, she pissed in her
knickers and it ran down over the knees of the guy who was holding her, the
little toddler sister was bawling too.



   "Gimme her back to mess up Archie" the frenzied man gasped to his
friend,



   Archie deftly spun her around, he grasped her with one hand as he
started to grope for her sex with the other, and as he touched up tne child
the blows started again, a different sound now, as I suppose her bones were
nearer the surface or maybe just the anatomy was different, the blows made
a heavy echoing sort of thud, he wasn't letting up, the kid was getting
hysterical, trying without success, to twist free of the hold Archie had
her in and the rain of blows.



   I noticed how Archie had wormed his hand into her knickers and was
probably being none too gentle in there with the little girls sex, I was
beginning to get turned on, is that awful?  the child was sweating and
beginning to get bloody, Don didn't seem to notice, he was out of control,
I wondered how he got any sexual satisfaction from it, the little girl
suddenly went limp, her brain probably just shut down, Don stopped, his
chest heaving with the exertion, he looked over at Dad, dad just shrugged,
the unconscious rule didn't apply as these children as they were not under
his protection as I was.  This huge and powerful man was exhausted from
beating a seven year old child, ironic, I reflected.



   Archie was still getting his pleasure from the child's sex, "Get yer
fingers out of her twat mate, less you want em broken"



   he took his fingers out and Don swung his boot into her sex several
times, the limp child lifted three or four inches off the ground with each
kick,



   Don pulled her knickers down for me, when they lowered, you could see
the lips opened where Archies fingers had been buried in Maria's pussy,
also the pussy was red and swollen from the kicking Don encouraged him, I
expect that it would be better for her unconscious,



   "I'm gonna mess her up good then I'm gonna fuck the little bitch"



   he said, he was really out of control and I realised that these kids
would never leave here alive.

   the others of the assembled company weren't masturbating, it was more
extreme than they were used to, altghough no one stopped it as it was too
exciting



   Archie, spurred on by Don started to push hard on the child's immature
sex, all his fingers were in it, now he tucked his thumb in behind and gave
a hard push, his complete hand entered the little pussy, and about a couple
of inches of his wrist, I couldn't see how it was possible, there could
have been no room left in the girls insides at all and they had a laugh
that you could see the outline of his hand inside her through her abdomen,
he opened his hand and wiggled his fingers, the gathered company watched
fascinated as you could see the outline everything his hand was doing, he
obviously put a finger in her cervix, unsure as to what it was and whether
he could push into it, it almost became a comedy routine it did look
incredibly sexy as he felt around his guided tour told him of new things he
didn't know about, I suppose a moron like that would never have researched
a woman's (girls) body.



   the child woke to find a big hairy hand foraging inside of her and
started to panic again, she was making kind of squeaking noises, Don held
her so she couldn't wriggle free, her front and back was a mass of red raw
stripes, many were bleeding, I was comforted by the fact that he would not
be having another go at me, but I was really excited by the show he was
slapping the child with his big hairy hands, he'd split her lip and
bloodied her nose, she whimpered and sniveled, definitely not liking her
treatment.

   Archie became bored, there wasn't enough to do in the girls pussy, he
withdrew his hand from it roughly and quickly, the girl made an animal sort
of yelp, from the surprise, and roughness.  His hand was coated in slime
and blood, goodness alone knows what damage he'd done up there, he
proceeded to wipe his hand on her chest and front, but only succeeded in
getting more blood on himself.



   "She's a fuckin' mess man, bleeding all over the place,"



   and proceeded to slap her adding slaps to those coming from Don, as if
it was her fault.  Don was getting worked up, I recognised it from when he
laid into me earlier, he let her go and she dropped, banging her head on
the ground, then he started to kick her, he booted and booted, she moved
around the ground like a rag doll, with each kick from the powerful man,
when she passed out again, he left her alone, muttering something about how
she was no fun.



   They decided to take a refreshment break while they told me to get the
toddler out of the push chair.  I heard Dad and one of the odd couple
talking, they were beginning not to appreciate the proceedings, and were
saying the sooner it was over the better then they could get back to
hurting me, that would be with finesse and style, whereas this was just
brutish, not entertaining,



   Dad said that this was not what beat up day was meant to be, and it
would never happen again, and this is what can happen with people who were
not tried and tested.  That gave me a flush of pride, they complimented the
way in which I took the painful beatings, the way that I encouraged them in
their work, and I resolved to give them the best response later that
afternoon than I had ever given.



   I took the little tot out of her stroller, she was looking bewildred and
confused, she didn't, tears and snot all over her face, she couldn't
understand why anyone would treat her sister so, and why on earth a group
of grown ups would want to watch that happen.  I felt up the kids dress,
she was wet, her diaper was obviously leaking, she was a bit smelly in a
pissy kinda way, I happen to like that, so I lifted the tot on the air
above my head, she weighed so little, and brought her down so my head went
up her skirt and her pussy landed on my face, I breathed her smell in, it
was warm and damp up there, and the smell at close range took my breath
away, I snaked my tongue out and tasted tangy urine that had leaked from
her diaper into her tights, I sucked and was rewarded with a mouthful of
pee



   "That fuckin kid ready yet" he said roughly



   I heard from my position under the kid's skirt, Don the brute was ready
for action again, I came out of my little warm world, of dampness, lifted
her off my face, the man pushed me roughly, and we both went sprawling
backwards,



   "She's pissed on you kid" Don said, I



   looked down and noticed that I had pee sprinkled all down my front,



   "I'll give her some extra whacks for that" he added



   I thought how cruel he was, not in a nice way, or an entertaining way,
and I decided that I definitely didn't like this man, he took her arm and
lifted her off me, lifting a kid even that light by one of her arms would
really hurt her, and she started to whine, he slapped her face a couple of
times.



   "I need to fuck" he said in a matter of fact way



   "And I wonder who's in line for a fucking" he added, obviously thought
he was funny



   he pulled off the toddlers tights, and her soggy diaper came with it



   "Here" he barked at me "Get your face into that mess as you obviously
like it so much, and I wanna see you really sucking at it"



   I took her under garments and wiped them over my face in mock ecstacy. I
was expecting him to ask for some lube, but before I knew it he was trying
to get his not over large dick into the kid, she was whimpering, he was
grunting and thrusting, I quite expected that it would never go into the
tiny opening, but he persevered, suddenly the large purple end kinda popped
in her, and once that was in he just kept on pushing the child drew in a
large lung-ful of air and let out a piercing scream as the pain of a broken
hymen, added to the assault of a grown mans penis sliding into a three year
olds pussy.  He buried his tool into the child, I couldn't imagine where it
had gone, although it wasn't big, the child was even smaller and the
available space in her cunt opening would have been small, I could only
imagine that he had opened up her cervix, and was inside that.



   "God kid you're so tight" he groaned "you sucking her piss out" he
roughly barked at me as I went to work on the pissy undies.



   The girl was out cold and he started a regular rhythm, pounding into
her. His massive form completely hiding her little limp body, and as he
fucked, he bit, he was biting her face, lixcking into her eyes, up her
nose, holding on to two fistfuls of her hair, letting go and slapping her
face, then grabbing more hair, he just went mad, fucking, slapping
punching. It was probably fortunate that he finally spent, the sperm shot
out of the sides of her pussy in a flood, it was very red, and indicated
that something inside her had probably punctured or broken.



   He stopped, satisfied post orgasm he'd lost all interest, what a bore,
what a brute, we were all glad it was over, the toddler lay twisted and
limp like a doll someone had thrown away, I went over to her and cradled
her, she slept peacefully, measured breathing, I took her to the little bed
in the next door room, she would sleep for sometime, her sister Maria was
still in there and I laid them side by side, when I went back out the four
black guys were gone, and only Charlie from that party was left.



   He was apologising for his friends, they even thought that they'd put on
a show that people had enjoyed, it was agreed that we would not have such a
thing happen again.



   To make it up to me they asked me how I wanted to be hurt, to choose my
very favourite way, I had to think, I didn't have a favourite way, it is
such a strange thing to be beaten over and over during a day, there is no
favourite, the enjoyment if you can call it that comes from enduring it,
getting turned on sexually by it and partly by the enjoyment the circle get
and the satisfaction I see in my Dad's face as I suffer pain, mm I realised
that I'd never thought it through before.



   I chose the ladies to beat me, I had suffered a lot of pain that morning
and I knew that they didn't have as much power as some of the men, being
lesbians they were inventive and knew the female anatomy, so they could be
quite cruel, I remember times they hurt me far more than anyone else just
because they knew what to do to me and where to do it.  I also said that
I'd like some of Reg and Paula's special treatment, I knew that they would
want to use me as a toilet, and after the episode in little Delores'
knickers tights and nappy earlier it had whetted my appetite if you'll
excuse the pun.



   The 'odd couple' said that they would punish my back and bottom, as the
nasty men had used my front so cruelly, but they said that they may do
something to my front while they were at it as they were really turned on,
my tummy did its fluttery thing as my thoughts turned to the soreness on my
front.  I was full of anticipation and a bit of fear as I turned to my
tormentors, they started to kiss me, they were being gentle, to throw the
coming violence into relief, I liked kisses from real lesbians, they knew
so well what was good, they licked my face, over the bruises and cuts from
earlier, they tasted the saltiness of little Delores' pee, now dried on my
skin.  They were touching gently on my front under my shirt, it was so
sore, but in a way their touch was soothing , although I doubt that it was
meant to be each tweak of my nipples brought fresh waves of pain, they
traced over the just scabbed wound, opening them up again, I felt the blood
flow again.  Caroline touched my sex and I jumped, where the buckle of the
belt had detached a piece of my pussy lip it was very sensitive, she sensed
my discomfort and rubbed it harder, pinching and scratching, tears were
welling in my eyes, and I whimpered, she was gently slapping my sex, and I
was in agony she was licking my tears away

   I glanced over at dad, it was worth it he had a glazed and ecstatic look
on his face and his dick was out, he was working it up and down, I knew I
wanted him to fuck me soon, although he always said he wouldn't I made up
my mind to persuede him to.



   They undid my shirt and slid it off me, everyone was surprised at the
mess my front was in stripes, bloodied scabs, bruises, the man had
massacred me.  They turned me round and Janet went to the cupboard, she
took out a thin whippy cane, and gave it to Caroline, Jane pulled my head
down to her lap, she opened her jeans and nestled my face into her hot
crutch, I sniffed in a glorious mix of woman's smells, possibly a bit of
pee, but mostly that musky sex smell I had encountered before, she let out
a burst of pee that drenched my face.



   I hardly realised but Caroline had struck my back, I became aware that
she was laying down a pattern of cuts across my shoulders, I felt the
pattern of cuts move slowly downwards, it was painful, but warming, I knew
it was administered in an atmosphere of respect, I inwardly craved the
beating to be harder, I started to orgasm, and it boiled on for some time I
supposed they were multiple orgasms, the cuts had reached my lower back ,
and my knickers were gently lowered, the caning went on, they told me later
that she had caned me two hundred times!  Jane had been slowly nibbling my
neck and I found dozens of love bites the next day.  I was in pain and in
extacy, I let go of my bladder again and it flooded my lowered knickers and
the floor.



   The ladies finished, we had a cup of tea and Reg and Paula stepped up
for their turn.  Reg and Paula were going to be very dirty with me I couild
tell, thay asked me to squeeze out some poop, I strained hard and some
medium firm poop came out then suddenly followed by some mushier stuff, I
couldn't find it later so I assumed that they had eaten it all.  They bothe
positioned me so they could each pee most in my mouth, some over my head
and my clothes, I was dripping in urine again, burping the way you only
burp after a pee drink, pee you see, is slightly viscous, and it really
makes you burp.

   well, it took ten days of rest to get over that day, we'd forgotten the
kids in the recooperation room, the mother hadn't returned an we knew we
would probably have to get them to the doctor when they were well enough,
he would probably put them up for adoption.

   I will tell you more stories of my Beat-up days if there is any
interest, please mail me with comments,









   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.