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Story_codes: interracial rape, scat, snuff, pedo, viol, more
Story_intro: We left the nuns place - I couldn't really call it a
convent, I wasn't even sure if they were real nuns - they assured us that
they would dispose of the dead girl, and her dead baby, that was a plus as
getting rid of the bodies was always a chore.



   The elements in this story - for it is only a story - are entirely
factitious and would never make up any part of my leisure
activities...thankyou

   Rent-a-kid by singledad Part 3



   Chapter 9

   We left the nuns place - I couldn't really call it a convent, I wasn't
even sure if they were real nuns - they assured us that they would dispose
of the dead girl, and her dead baby, that was a plus as getting rid of the
bodies was always a chore.

   We drove back with the other three little ones Freda, Alice and Clair,
and Melissa was in the back of the van tending to their wounds, we were a
little worried about Freda, she had developed a fever, inside her cunt was
red raw, the burning soldering iron must've hurt her so much, I suspected
it had unhinged her mind, but the thought again excited me.

   "What can we do for her little cunt?" Melissa asked

   I suggested salt, "You're a cruel bastard she said, and we laughed,
Alice and Clair were still passed out, they were naked and all bloodied and
bruised, we drove right up to the infirmary and wheeled the kids in where
they were bathed and tended to.  We were so knackered that we went straight
to bed, without even shagging, but in the morning, with the nights pain
fresh in our memory we had such a fuck, the most intense I ever remember.

   "Morning all" came a cheery voice, it was Gerry, with our next
assignment, "You must have had a good night last night, you couple of
perverts, the sisters have paid a bonus, and they got rid of the stiffs,
probably ate the baby" he added with a laugh.  I'm afraid little Freda
didn't make it through the night, she died as the doctor was fucking her,
and he didn't even last ten minutes he loves what you do to the kids, it
was pain trauma I think he said, so its not really your fault, and whose
blaming anyone anyway, its part of the risk, her cunt would have always
been useless anyway, so it's probably for the best.  Well no problems in
that field tonight, there's a real good one coming up, and none of them
will be coming home."

   I was intrigued as he explained that there was an organisation closely
aligned to the Klu Klux Klan, called their action wing, not that it
mattered we don't often ask who and why our clients want what they want. 
This night though was this organisations annual planning meeting, and
afterwards they were planning some entertainment, their needs were so
specific that Gerry had had to go outside the orphanage to find the
requirement.  The organisation had ordered four little nigger girls and a
pregnant nigger woman, and they were all to suffer torture rape and death,
the black kids were no problem, they were in stock so to speak, black kids
were common amongst the working girls, but the pregnant black female was
more difficult, in the end Gerry had gotten her from the gangs on the East
side, they swapped her for an angelic set of three year old twins, who were
needed to take part in a kiddie porn video.  Another bonus was that we
didn't even have to take along any equipment this time, we were assured
that they would supply all the equipment we would ever need.

   We spent the rest of the morning relaxing, just before lunch I took my
super strength capsules, they were a sort of Viagra clone, highly illegal,
and very effective, they could keep me sexually active for longer than any
of the kids could stand.  Gerry said that most of the raping would be done
by the Klan members themselves, that was the point, but that they required
our special talents for the torture, and anyway they wanted a show, he also
said that the kids hadn't been for a shit in three days, and their bladders
would be full too, that was requested for some reason that didn't take a
genius to work out.

   During the afternoon we took the four kids to the dressing room, they
were darlings, black as coal, we stripped them, Peggy was four, Lisa was
six, Robyn was seven and Tara was just turned ten, we had never had so many
snuffers before in one session.  We dressed then all sweetly, in Sunday
school clothes sweet dresses bows and ribbons, and I always think the
contrast of long white socks on black legs look so sexy, we did their hair
in neat braids, finished with pretty bows...a picture.

   Next, we escorted Phylis to the dressing room, she was a very plain
woman, not exactly ugly but no oil painting, she was not the most willing
of subjects, she had not been brought up in the establishment and she was
not interested in cooperating, we had to slap her around until she became
more docile...what to dress her in...  we decided the twenty five year old
should be dressed as a frumpy Sunday school teacher, it completed the
picture, we got her to put on tan stockings and suspenders, with a
heavyweight white girdle, no satin and lace, and boring knickers, a cotton
print dress and a big straw hat, in the end she would not look out of place
at a church picnic!

   We gave her an injection of a drug that the army had experimented with,
and later abandoned, it was originally intended to make soldiers more
willing to go into combat situations where death was the likely outcome, by
lowering resistance and enhancing awareness and acting as a powerful
stimulant.  The drug had been dropped because all it did was keep the
subject awake through pain and trauma and increased sensitivity to pain,
hopeless for soldiering but Gerry had recognised its potential with torture
victims, it was so cruel, and increased the effects of any torture while
not allowing them the respite of unconsciousness...cruel...or is that cool.

   We climbed in the van and after reading the location we sped off into
the fast approaching twilight.

   Chapter 10

   We arrived at an abandoned airfield, there was a huge hangar, and we
escorted the children and Phylis in through the massive sliding doors, I
had a sudden shiver as I realised that none of them would be coming out
again, then that warm glow I always got at the thought of all the fun we
would have and all the pain they would suffer.  There was a long form table
all around the outer perimeter of the room the whole thing laid out like a
banquet, candles burning silverware glistening, the place was well lit and
heated with large propane gas elements, there were about two hundred people
there, mostly men, but I saw a number of women, they were all white, and
seemingly middle class, as far as I could tell.

   There was the sound of a bell, and a man announced that the meal would
be served, all the gathering sat at the table, and waiters started to serve
the food, the man that talked to us when we first arrived said that the
children could stand on the tables and walk along the diners would be able
to feel them up their dresses.

   "And this" said the head guy "This is our little pregnant nigger slut is
it?" he moved as if to tenderly caress her but viciously kneed her between
the legs, as she doubled over he brought his knee up under her chin, Phylis
fell over clutching her face and writhing on the floor, with a kick in the
stomach he went to sit at the meal.

   We got Phylis back on her feet and wiped the trickle of blood away, she
asked why the man did that for no reason, I told her it was because he
hated her, and all niggers, and that before the night was finished she
would know how much all the people there hated her.  She was not too
pleased by that and whimpered to herself.  We sat to watch the men with the
kiddies.

   Walking along behind the diners we assisted as they asked, holding their
dresses up where required, I saw one chap spoon some very hot soup down the
front of Peggy's knickers, making her wince, they were being inventive with
their food, dipping it into all sorts of orifices, I saw two of them hold
seven year old Tara's ass over a candle flame, one lifted her dress and
they watched as the flame made a hole in the child's knickers and licked on
up into the smooth area between her ring and her cunt, it was really
blistered and charred by the time they'd finished, Tara was crying and
screaming, and they laughed as they resumed their meal, the main course was
delivered.

   After the meal was cleared away, the assembles company turned their
chairs to face the middle, we lifted the kids down and they huddled scared
in the centre, two or three of the men at the function started to wheel
equipment in from the edges of the hangar.  The place began to look like a
mechanics workshop, which I suppose it was during normal work hours, added
to this they set up a number of video cameras, which were relayed to two
big screens around the room, that way those gathered could see close up
action.

   The head chap stood beside me directing the entertainment, while we
lifted four year Peggy onto the work bench, he lit a gas ring and put an
old saucepan on it, he poured some water into it and then added a couple of
handfulls of nuts, bolts screws and other ironware, then he suggested we
put her arms into the jaws of the two mechanics vices clamped to the metal
workbench, we did and started to wind the jaws closed,

   "No, not with the whole arms in the vice, just the loose skin," the lead
guy barked.

   The girl started to panic as the vice nipped the skin of her arms,
Melissa went on winding the vice closed, the girl was wailing as the jaws
closed as far as the flesh and skin would allow.  The man dragged a propane
heater across and lit the element, it had a flexible 'gooseneck' support
and he angled the reddening element over the child until it was only eight
to ten inches above her chest and abdomen, the child wriggled about as she
began to heat up, she was whimpering, "Shut the fuck up, black shit" the
man said in a hate laden voice.

   I could smell singeing cloth, and noticed a curl of smoke coming from
under the heater element, he was actually scorching little Peggy's clothes
off her body, a flame started, he batted it out, "Don't want the pik burnt
yet, just nicely scorched" (I asked about his word pik, he said it was
short for piccaninny,) the man lifted the heater off her, she was breathing
erratically and was obviously in a lot of pain the material of her dress
was scorched and the front was missing all together, exposing her sweet
white cotton knickers.  He told the girl to jump down, I went to undo the
vice, "No, don't undo it, she can jump down with her arms pinned.  He went
to hit Peggy giving her the option of getting off the bench, she swung her
legs over the edge and as the floor was further down than her legs would
reach the skin in the vice was stretched until it gave way leaving flesh
and skin in the vice, and two nasty wounds on her arms.  It made me wince
as I saw the flesh tear, as the pain hit her she screeched at the top of
her voice, but as she was wailing he got a slotted spoon and fished out
some of the ironware from the now boiling water, and hooking his finger in
the waistband of her knickers he pulled them outwards and deposited the
heated nuts and bolts right down them until they rested on her tender cunt.

   Did that little girl ever dance, she wailed and jigged about, blood
coming from her torn arms, and the nuts and bolts jingling about in her
knickers.  The assembly was applauding.

   Chapter 11

   The distraught four year old had passed out from the pain, so the man
roughly dragged Lisa the 6 year old over to some packing cases, there was a
blanket on them, and he invited anyone to come to the centre and rape the
tot, there was a clamour of activity, it looked like about thirty or forty
guys were about to rape the lovely little black girl, the first guy,
roughly lifted the girls dress and pulling her knickers aside he just
plowed straight in there the tiny six year old cunt would be as dry as a
desert, and so small and tight, the man used considerable force because
there seemed to be no resistance, the wind was knocked out of the child and
she gasped for air before she was aware the pain, which would have been too
terrible to register.  The first rape was over all too quickly his dripping
cock replaced by the next, and the next, there was one jacking onto her
little black face, she was out cold by the twelfth cock, thet brought her
round and the raping carried on, I noticed her clothes getting more and
more ripped, several of the men's cocks didn't push past her knickers but
actually dragged them inside her cunt, the whole area was getting coated
with spunk, and red raw.

   The men I noticed were not being gentle with their hands either, they
kneaded and squeezed pinched and punched as they raped, they seemed not to
regard the kid as being even human.  Little Lisa was dead before the
thirtieth man entered her, ripped up split almost in two her internal
organs re-arranged in the cruellest way by some of the biggest cocks you
ever saw, they went on through forty men, and then rolled the body off the
packing cases dripping with sperm and totally lifeless, they kicked it into
the corner and another great cheer went up.

   They strung 7 year old Robyn from a beam and four burly chaps took large
bull whips to her, expertly shredding her dress, and knickers, she let go
of her bladder first, then her bowels, the mess splattered down onto the
floor of the hangar, then they set about systematically removing her skin
then her flesh, I'd never seen such a thorough job as they were doing, the
bull whips had obviously been prepared for ages, to be as gnarled and
hardened as they could get, they are wicked weapons at the best of times,
and here they were removing flesh in neat strips.  When they were through
her chest and sides, exposing her ribs they stopped, these whips were
capable of breaking the exposed bones, but they wanted to remove the
child's sex organs and leg flesh and face, knowing that when her ribs were
broken she would die, but that was not yet.

   They delicately manipulated the whips, in two or three strikes the
child's clitoris, and, labia flew off, and then the flesh of her legs, the
whips cruelly disfigured her face, her eyes went next, she was unconscious
now, and try as they might unfortunately they couldn't bring her round, so
they whipped hard at her chest, her immature bones snapped like matchsticks
and the whole assembly watched in awe as her organs spilled out , and she
hung lifeless, dripping.  I started to muse to myself, that this wasn't an
enjoyable time, we were, I suppose, just suppliers of flesh, where I
considered that we were artists, and although this was an easy night for
us, it was not satisfying, they would be through all the subjects and the
evenuing would still be young.

   Tara the 10 year old got her turn next, they brought in a untidy mess of
tangled barbed wire, that had come off a reel and been allowed to tangle
up, the ball was about four feet across by six feet wide, the girl was made
to hold on to an overhead gantry hook, the man had a remote handset, and he
manoeuvred the gantry, and the girl, over the wire, she hung there for a
moment and all the assembly shouted really filthy insults at her goading
her into letting go, finally he nudged the button a few times and she could
hold on no longer.  The child dropped into the centre of the tangle of
barbed wire, her legs went through, becoming awfully gouged as they did,
and her dress stayed on the surface of the tangle, ripping and snagging,
her torso and her exposed knickers were on view to all watching.

   It was obvious that she wouldn't get out of the tangle, at least not
with her complete skin, she wriggled about, panicking and as she squirmed
so the wire barbs gripped her tighter, her clothes shredded, and her flesh
was pierced over and over again, she was making good progress towards the
outside of the wire tangle, lacerated and bleeding , clothes ripped to
shreds, she struggled in the wire for twenty minutes, before she gave up
exhausted, a man with protective gloves and wire cutters came on, he
started to snip at the wire, releasing the girl bit by bit, he didn't cut
it all away, but what he did do was create some really nasty sharp ends,
when he thought he'd gone far enough he reached out to the kid, she reached
for his hands, not realising that this merciful rescue attempt was really a
cruel way of hurting her even more.  The man and the girl's hands met and
he began pulling her, she realised and yelled for him to stop, but he
laughed and pulled all the more, I saw sharp ends of wire pierce deep into
her arms and legs, he pulled relentlessly, she had actually died before she
was pulled free, some of the wire had passed right through her limbs, and
one at least must have made it to her heart.

   Tara was thrown on the heap with Robyn and Lisa, they turned back to
Peggy who had regained consciousness and was almost hysterical with fear
and anticipation, they dragged her into the open, and as if pre-arranged a
line of men unzipped and started to piss into her mouth, I'm talking fifty,
sixty, maybe more...she actually drowned...in piss, wild!, she'd drunk so
much her belly was distended, and she just couldn't take a breath between
pissing cocks.  They added her body to the pile.  Melissa and I looked at
each other with a raise of our eyes, we were both thinking the same thing,
waste of an evening, waste of torture opportunities.

   Chapter 12

   "Now my pregnant nigger slut, come to daddy!" the man said, Phyliss was
standing proud, she was not a cowering black like the kids had been, but
they were about to break her will.  She didn't move, he walked to her and
took a handful of her curly black hair he tugged hard and she went with him
half dragged half staggering.

   "We got us a proud one who really thinks she's someone"

   He said with a sneer, he kicked her hard between the legs, she groaned
and screwed her face up, get her on the workbench he shouted we lifted her,
still struggling onto the bench, her dress had ridden up and her knickers
and suspenders were all on show, although she wasn't the prettiest flower
in the garden, I thought it was a sexy sight, her big pregnant belly and
her underwear.  She was kind of squeaking in a high pitch voice, rather
comical, and the whole company were laughing at her, adding to her
humiliation.

   "We have a duty to prevent yet another nigger kid coming into the world"
He said in his twisted voice, so we must terminate your bastard offspring
immediately, and you may as well go with it"

   He went on ranting, we were more enlightened than that, many of my
friends were black, they were noble, and proud, but hey, we were getting
paid.

   Two or three men held her down and he took some barbed wire fragments
that lay around in pieces, he ripped her dress up the front, so she was all
exposed, he cut her knickers with the wire cutters and pulled them aside,
her smooth shining black pregnant belly glistened with sweat, he inserted a
tthree foot piece of the wire roughly into her cunt, and started to shove,
she struggled, but he hit her stomach hard, the baby moved and must have
presented a different side to the probing wire, blood was trickling down
from her vagina now, whether the baby's or hers from the barbs.

   He pulled the wire out a bit and punched her belly again, he thrust the
wire further in and out with a sawing action, the baby was getting pretty
cut up, he tore the wire out quickly Phylis screamed as it almost tore her
labia off, he threw the bloodied wire down and pushed his whole hand up the
frightened woman's birth canal, he grasped the foetus and rudely pulled it
into the world by its head, it started a strangled scream.

   He wrapped it 'lovingly' in a length of barbed wire and swung it into
Phylis' chest,

   "You better feed it cow" he shouted and she put it to her tit, it was
too stressed to suckle, so he dragged it off her, pulling bits of flesh
with it as the barbs dug into her breasts,

   "Mm its not hungry, we better force feed it" he said unzipping his pants
and taking his dick out, it was a gnarled monster, the purple end seemed
about as big as the baby's head.  He started to jack off into its mouth,
than a succession of men came up and did the same, being careful to avoid
the barbs which clung round the new born baby's body, the baby died in a
flood of sperm within minutes, no finesse, I thought to myself and they
threw it on the growing pile of bodies.

   They turned to plain ugly Phylis, I almost had a twinge of sympathy, if
I hadn't been so turned on.  She lay there on the bench, just having given
birth, if you call having a baby ripped out of you, giving birth!  dripping
fluids, chest a mass of deep scratches where the barbed wire wrapped infant
was dragged across her chest, bit of a sorry sight, but lots of fight left.

   The main guy took some more barbed wire and started wrapping it tightly
around Phylis' swollen breasts, she shrieked as it bit into them cruelly,
they leaked milk copiously he stripped the last tatters of dress from her,

   "Now what do we do with you?" He asked with a smirk

   he manhandled her onto all fours, and climbed up behind her, he pushed
his dick roughly into her ass, and pummelled it until he came, he pulled
the dirty member out and went round the front, he pushed the muck coated
dick in her mouth, and made her clean off the shit coating, then pissed in
her mouth to wash it down, she gagged and then vomited, there was loud
applause from the audience.

   "I think" he said in his arrogant voice "This nigger girlie needs
another baby, and to make sure we want as many as possible to fuck her,
form an orderly queue."

   Simply everyone started to stream down into the middle of the place,
there were something like two hundred guys in the place, they started in on
poor Phylis, one after the other relentlessly fucking and fucking, I
marvelled at the drug we had given her, after forty, fifty, sixty men had
been through her, you would normally expect shut down, unconsciousness, but
no, she kept wide eyed, swinging between extreme, screaming pain and I
suppose a feeling of the lust of the moment, yes, I even saw that in her
eyes.

   They pounded and fucked, some small men, fucking savagely because of
their inadequate dimensions, some grossly large men, who didn't need to
thrust hard to get a painful response..and Phylis, well she was slowly
getting ripped to bits inside, she was bleeding, so aware of every twist
and thrust, they abused her as they fucked, keeping out of the way of the
barbes wrapped around her tits, but twisting them savagely, they were
punctured in multiple places, shreds of flesh hanging off them, milk
seeping out.  I was amazed at the carnage these men had wrought, four
mangled dead black kids and a little black newborn baby in a heap, and this
new mother going through indescribably savage rape.

   They started to speed things up and three men at a time took their
places ass, cunt and mouth, the girl was filling up with so much sperm,
many pissed into the hole they had just cum in, whichever it happened to
be, the urine and cum flowed from all her holes, she puked where she lay,
she was barely alive when the one hundred and sixtieth man came in her
face, well past caring and probably hoping she would die anyway, the drug
keeping her hanging on, the man who was counting the cums had his go, and
they tailed off the last twenty guys didn't fancy it, there was such a
mess, she'd shit herself, and it mixed with pools of cum, she'd pissed
herself, you couldn't actually see her face with the sperm hanging like
curtains.

   The last few guy decided to liven up the flagging evening, one of them
produced a bowie knife, he put it into her side just below her lowest rib,
the leader chap explained that her holes were all so full and messy that he
had made a new cunt, the guy started to fuck her in the opened up cut, he
came there too, blood starting to ooze from her side, the next man got the
idea and he made an incision too, in her neck and fucked it, until he came
and the remaining five who still wanted her, each made a cut, one in her
cheek, fucking her in the face, literally.

   It was impossible to tell at what point she actually died, or from what,
it could have been trauma, blood loss, just despair maybe, several men
fucked on for a bit after she died, then she joined the others on the pile.

   We wearily made our way back to base camp, the back of the van filled
with dead girls, to be ground up as food for the Centre's dogs.  we hadn't
enjoyed the evening, our skills hadn't been used and more importantly we
hadn'd had a fuck all night, we made up for that when we got back, taking a
little four year old with us to use abuse and play with.

   THE END

   the next story in this series takes place at least four years on.  the
'company' broke up, somethging disasterous happened and, we were scattered,
I was arrested and went down for four years, luckily getting off lightly on
a technicality, I served two of those years.





   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.