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   Rent-a-kid 4

   Rent-a-kid reforms

   prologue The action takes place two years after the original story, the
hero has been in prison, sent down for four years, served under two on a
lesser charge, as they couldn't prove all that much against him, the others
in the rent-a-kid firm were not so lucky.  This part lays down the story,
there is some action, but more to come!

   Part 1

   I was prepared to give it all up.  I knew that we would be watched, so
we couldn't reconstruct the old firm.  I still had so many contacts, and I
had 'squirrelled' away a considerable amount of cash from the old rent a
kid days, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my desires would have to be
satisfied, just under two years in jail with no possibility of getting my
rocks off in a little five year old makes a pedo hungry for it.  one
advantage was that I had met some very wierd, and very useful contacts in
the can.

   Quite soon I got a call from one of our former best customers, the
Richardsons, they congratulated me on getting out and invited me over to
dinner, I hadn't reconstructed my life yet, so took them up on their offer.
I remembered their three little poppets, Melanie would be around three now,
and Caroline would be five and Robyn seven, my cock twitched in a very
familiar way, I knew that I would get a fucking and I imagined some good
sucking in, and I got into a hot bath and soaked all afternoon, in the back
of my mind I was wondering what they could want with my services, now the
rent a kid outfit was no more.

   I arrived on time, and Robyn opened the door, she positively leaped into
my arms, and planted a wet french kiss on my mouth,

   "God how you've grown, Miss Robyn Richardson" I observed

   she giggled, I went into the lounge, the other kids hid behind their
mother's skirts, a but shy, when I went down they were much youngerand they
would only just remember me.  Polly greeted me warmly, she said how they'd
all followed the case, and how they were relieved, and appreciative, that
none of the shit flew their way at the trial, and that they vowed they
would contact me as soon as I got out...so here I was.

   Their house seemed so much bigger particularly after the prison cell, it
was very grand, four or five large lounge type rooms, each set up for
shows, we did some of our best work here, the room we were in at the moment
had a stage at the far end, it could seat twenty comfortably and the stage
would hold seven or eight 'performers'.  Memories flooded back, the
Richardson's were out and out perverts, I remember that nothing was taboo
in this house, a couple of the other rooms were set up as mini-cinemas, and
brother, did they have some films and videos.

   Colin came into the room, I already had a single malt whiskey cradled in
my hand, we shook hands, I was treated so warmly, almost like a long lost
son.

   Colin started outlining some plans he'd been hatching,

   "I suppose you're reluctant to start 'trading' again" he began

   I shrugged, uncertain of my own plans

   "Well" he continued "I've been thinking, the service we had from your
firm was second to none, we've experimented with many services such as
yours, none of them satisfied us, your special talents surpassed anything
we've experiences since, so, we want to help you get back on your feet,
rent-a-kid will be better than before!"

   Colin was almost ranting, he always got passionate, when he talked about
this subject, and I must admit I would like to get going again but with me
in charge this time.  We talked about money, he was loaded, and I had
nearly three quarters of a million put safely away, we started getting very
tipsy and reminiscing about the old firm, how much better it would be
stationed in one premises, rather than a mobile service.  We remembered
over dinner some of the little ones who had entered the house, fresh faced
and virginal, for many it was a one way trip, but for those who did leave
limping, carried out bloodied and sexually abused so horribly that where
they survived they often wished they hadn't.

   I remembered the equipment I had amassed over the years, much was home
made, as even the bondage firms didn't cater for anyone who went as far as
we did, I was becoming excited at the prospect of getting back to work, my
dick was throbbing, I guessed I must have started to pre-cum as it felt
warm and wet, I lifted the table cover and was pleasantly surprised to find
little Melanie was sucking at my engorged cock, and if you've never had a
three year old sucking on your dick you've never lived.

   We discussed terms and rules, Colin and Polly had never held back with
their own children, they practices all forms of sex with them and allowed
their friends to use them freely, but they did draw the line at out and out
torture, they did really love their kids and wished them no permanent harm,
that's why they didn't want theirs to be available to any of Rent-a-kid's
clients, who were all just too abusive and violent, we of course had always
agreed totally, in fact, I would never have thought of using them, but how
grateful I was to use them personally.  I related how I had just as many
supply contacts as before, and a few more serious dudes I had met inside,
so there need be no shortage of participants, my friend the orphanage
owner, and the 'scouts' I had in the slum region, were still active, they
had been too clever to get busted, they just laid low for a time.

   It was agreed, I would spend a few weeks getting equipment and supplies
together, buy a new van and fit it out, and we would start in two months
time, they insisted I live in the granny flat they'd had built for Polly's
mother, who had since died, we left the table, and went into another
lounge, this one was very comfortable, set up like a cinema, but with
luxurious chairs, I settled back and sipped some napoleon brandy, the kids
piled in and Colin dimmed the lights and started a film.



   Chapter 2

   "Have a look at some of these I have acquired since you were last out
and about"

   the screen flickered to life, the titles ran very like a cinema film, it
said Small Films, he explained that it ws a company he co-owned with
another chap in Germany.  On the screen there stood a vision of loveliness,
she was, I guessed, seven years old, she wore a party dress, one with puffy
sleeves, quite short, she had a ribbon holding up a ponytail, in her hair,
white knee socks, and pretty strap sandals, she was in a house, and was
climbing the stairs, the camera was low behind her and gave us a cheeky
view up the poppets dress, she wore white cotton knickers, the type us
pedos find so sexy.  The camera followed her into the bathroom, where she
put her hands up under her dress and pulled the knickers down to her knees,
she sat on the toilet and the camera zoomed in as she peed, occasionally
she would put a finger into the stream, she let out a fart, then giggled in
a sweet seven year old way.

   "Pretty tame eh?" Colin said

   "Remember, I've been deprived of this for two years, it hits the spot
for me" I replied, I was getting so horny, Robyn came over and unzipped me
and let my rampant cock out, she started sucking on it, between sucks she
said that she was the same age as Ann who was on the film, she told me that
she brought the girl home, and of course, I remembered the bathroom it was
the one upstairs.

   The child on the film pulled her knickers back up and hopped off the
toilet, she left the room and down the corridor, she stopped at the master
bedroom, and peeked through the door, which was ajar, the camera picked up
what was going on, there was a man naked on the bed, and he was being
fellated by a ten or eleven year old while an eight or nine year old child
sat squarely on his face.

   The girl made a gasping sound, the girls in the room stopped,

   "Oh Unka Don" the one without a cock in her mouth lisped, "Someone has
seen us"

   The man got up and wiped the stickyness from his face,

   "get in here you little sneak" he said crossly

   the small child entered the room "I didn't see anything" she said with a
trembling voice.

   "Little peeping Thomasinas have to be taught a lesson" the guy said,

   the child seemed genuinely frightened he went to the drawer and took out
a garment, he threw it at her and told her to put the knickers on, she
cautiously removed her own knicks, and he told her to throw them over to
him, he caught them and sniffed them,

   "Mmm, warm piss I think" he commented

   the child drew the pants up her legs and they fitted snugly around her
tiny private regions, she started shuffling, the man sniggered.

   "I see you are getting the effect of my special powder, what you have in
your knickers is a very strong extract of chile pepper, its specially dried
and concentrated, its working its way up your little cunt as we speak young
lady"

   she started to gasp and hop from one leg to the other, tears began to
squeeze from her eyes.

   "What is that stuff?  I asked,

   he replied that it was a new product, his German film friend had
developed, it was definitely not for eating, and he didn't use it often, it
burned heavily, and if not washed off after ten minutes it would leave
permanent scarring

   How exciting, thought, and a myriad uses sprang to mind, all exciting,
and very uncomfortable for the recipient.

   The child in the film was in serious distress by now, the actor beckoned
to her,

   "We can't play with your little cunt because we would get burnt, so we
will give you the whipping of your life"

   he motioned the smallest child to get a whip, and she returned with a
small handled whip, it had several strands of thin wire, and it was studded
with metal pieces, I found out later that they were broken bits of craft
knife blade.  The man started to lash he child, he was removing her clothes
with the whip they started to shred the moment the whip touched her, each
stroke tore the dress more until it dropped to the floor, he didn't stop
though, the next few lashes took small chunks of her chest away, blood was
everywhere.  He instructed one of his little friends to stand her with her
feet apart saying that he would now remove her knickers the same way.

   The man layed into the child's crotch and soon the knickers had
literally been shredded of her little body, you couldn't tell whether the
whipping or the chilli powder had done the most damage.  The man went to
the drawer and took out a wooden stick, it was about two inches in
diameter, a little thicker than a broomstick handle, he raised it and
started to rain blows, really hard blows in the soft parts of the child's
body, her tummy, the bumps where her breasts would be, they landed with
such a satisfying thwack!

   The blows started to bruise the naked child, red streaks, becoming dark
blue bruises, as I watched the film, the child between my legs got a
mouthful of sperm, it was too much for me, ten minutes of hard beating and
the child on the film had lost consciousness.

   "Just a little short" Colin said at last "we often send them as
trailers, to interested customers"

   "I have hundreds of them, we also use these short films to get the
party's going, some of them are quite a bit more bloody and violent than
that one some of the kids won't ever get a second film, if you catch my
drift, there is one really juicy one where a kiddie, if I remember is three
or four, is beaten for two hours solidly, is brought back four days later
and all her wounds are opened up with a scrubbing brush, and salt is poured
in the wounds, that is a real corker!"

   I was beginning to feel my old self at last, an excitement at what the
future was going to hold, I determined to be more inventive than before,
and to get a trusted team around me, we would be a high class outfit, and
cater to the most perverted and kinky people it was possible to attract.

   Colin said that he needed to have a cum, but that it was getting more
difficult, he had experienced some serious shit, and the ordinary sex and
sadism seemed not to satisfy him as well anymore, he said along with having
to pump some viagara.  He told Polly to get Cathy, I waited and wondered
Polly hesitated,

   "Are you sure" She enquired "I think its too soon" She turned to me,

   "Cathy, is a little girl we took in, sweet little thing, but naughty old
Colin, laid into her so hard a couple of days ago that she nearly didn't
survive, if he does her much more she won't make it, but still..."

   she went off and came back leading a girl of about ten, the child could
hardly stand, her face was streaked with tears, her hair was plastered
down, sticky with god knows what, spunk, piss, shit, stains covered her,
she was black and blue with bruises, every part of her body seemed to be
covered in them, if I hadn't been me I would have felt sorry for her.

   Polly led her over to Colin, he grabbed a charred looking nipple and
twisted it hard, the girl let out a screech, not a serious full blooded
one, but one that led me to believe that she was utterly broken, defeated
by days of suffering,

   "spread little one" he demanded,

   slowly she straddled her legs about three feet apart, drops of something
fell from her gaping cunt, a cunt that had been overstretched by the look
of it, her asshole gaped likewise

   "Mmm, won't get a very satisfying fuck up either of these holes will
we?"

   He observed,

   "More beatings then I suppose" He added

   A sob escaped the exhausted child, she was almost past caring I think.
He took a little crop from the table and brought it up viciously between
her legs, it landed square on her cunt with a wet splatt sound.  She
jumped, after all the pain she must have suffered in and on her
desensitized privates, she whimpered, he hit her several more times on the
same place, he turned her and told her to spread again, he hit her right on
her anus, her red sore little anal hole, till several of the recent cuts
were opened up and started oozing blood.

   I looked over and noticed that Polly was masturbating she is such a
pervert, she likes this stuff every bit as much as Colin, maybe a bit more,
she is very cruel to little girls in particular, she also has one hand up
Caroline's little skirt, rubbing at her daughters tiny cunt.  Cathy,
meanwhile, has fallen over, he roughly stood her up to receive more
treatment, he held her face in both hands and spat several times in her eye
and mouth,

   "I'm tired of this toy, she took all my energy the other night, I beat
her solidly for four hours, can you imagine that?  But she made me so
tired, I just cant think of much more I could do to her, and she has no
fight left, how about you" he addressed me, I needed to think, two years in
prison had dulled my creativity, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration,

   "Have you any equipment" I asked

   "Heh heh that's my boy, got some inspiration, be inventive like you used
to be"

   I went to the drawer, there was a whole armoury of weapons there, many
of them ones that I had actually invented, the broom handle with sandpaper
wrap, the barbed wire toys, he still had the hose pipe, the one that we fed
down young throats,and pushed in barbed wire only to remove the hose
leaving the wire in their throats, that was so cruel, I remembered the mess
that unprotected barbed wire could do as it was pulled slowly, and
soemtimes quickly from a six year Olds throat, it was unbelievable.

   I saw the whole range of tooth extracting pliers and grips, side
cutters, aligitator clips, excitement shuddered through me as I remembered
their uses.  I found what I was looking for, it was a flogger, small but
deadly, used to remove skin from a child's back...or front, I've seen the
vicious little implement take a young teens breast right off, after a long
flogging of course.

   I picked it up almost reverently.

   "Ah, the pixie flogger" Colin said with a sense of awe,

   It was my own invention, a short handled tool, with twenty stiff wire
strands, there used to be more, but it was used so strenuously that some
became detached, the end of each strand had tiny stones embedded in them.

   "You do the honours" Colin suggested "where will you flog her"

   "I will flog her face" I said with a sense of triumph, he nodded
approvingly, commenting that I hadn't lost any of my inventiveness.  He
positioned himself behind the child embedding his rock hard dick into her
stinging, throbbing anus, he started a steady thrusting rhythm, and told me
to begin.

   I raised the flogger and brought it down across her chest, just to take
aim, the discomfort of the large dick in her ass, was all but forgotten as
the searing pain of the cruel implement bit and gouged at her tiny burnt
nipples.

   I was ready, I brought the flogger down hard across her cheek, bits of
flesh flew off in all directions, the child sucked her breath in sharply,
and I brought the tool down across her other cheek even before she could
scream, when the scream came it was piercing, I was most surprised that she
could muster enough energy to scream so convincingly, I supposed that it
had something to do with her realising that her beauty, would be ruined
forever, but I had many more lashes to administer yet.

   Colin was pistoning away in her rectum, in sheer animal lust, I started
to bring the flogger down repeatedly, across her mouth I was rewarded with
shredded lips, pieces of the girls flesh flying everywhere, a couple more
lashes on her mouth released a couple of teeth from their sockets, I
continued up her face until much of her skin was gone, the child had passed
out, Colin finished in her ass, a satisfying orgasm, which pleased the
jaded man .  The child was put to bed, her recovery was uncertain, but it
renewed my excitement about the project.



   Chapter 3

   My thoughts turned to old contacts, my mind went back to Melissa, how
that woman had taken me and developed the cruel lust that must have lurked
in my psyche, she had become my lover my helper my...well you name it she
was that, I determined to find her, I remembered Pete, my 'DIY' chum, so
expert in administering punishment with an array of household tools, then
there was Melanie and Sadie, a lesbian Doctor and her sub, who was a nurse,
how useful they had been both in patching up injured and damaged victims,
aquiring medicines some so 'prescription' you wouldn't believe it, and
their knowledge of anatomy andhow far we could go in cases where the child
wasn't expendable, they also were handy at surgical operations that had to
be administered.

   Then there was Leonard, what a useful man he was, convicted pedophile,
out and out bad lot,he couldn't work because he was on so many registers,
but he was a chemist, of quite some genius, what he didn't know about pain
relief, where necessary, but more normally, pain infliction, could be
written on a postage stamp.  Leonard was a dangerous man, or would have
been were we not all total perverts, he had invented designer drug blends
that defied credulity.  he manipulated drugs so specifically that they
could do anything you wanted them to

   Well that was my ideal team,my wish list, but could I get them?  during
the following few weeks I made it my quest to contact them.  Colin had many
contacts as did I, contacts that would be able to supply an endless stream
of pretty little victims, some re-usable and some expendable, I started to
contact them, they all applauded the fact that the old firm was re-forming,
it was a very lucrative trade forthem, both for the purchase of the kids
and the sales of the video nasties that we would produce, yes, there would
be no shortage of unwilling victims.

   I was ready to start, the only remaining tasks were for Colin to arrange
discreet workmen to reorganise the house and in particular the extensive
vaulted basement rooms, I gave Colin explicit instructions as to how the
suites of rooms should look, I could see dollar signs every time I saw the
work progressing.  We would have the very best facilities; a fully equipped
operating theatre for both practical operations when necessary, and staged
medical shows when called for, there would be authentic school rooms, for
videoing school fun, there were bathrooms and toilets larger than life for
more advanced toilet games, a workshop, which would double as...well a
workshop, for manufacturing all kinds of equipment and utilities, and a
place where 'DIY Pete' could give vent to his creative abilities practices
on defenceless preteens.

   We left most of the rooms in the house in tact, the cinemas and theatres
were ideal to entertain perverted guests with our filthy shows.  In early
spring we were ready to re-start Rent-a-Kid, Peter, Leonard and the lesbian
medics were all onboard, they lived on the top floor, and I had found
Melissa, she was living in Brazil, she had fled there when the big pedo
bust had happened, she had lamented my arrest, and I found out she had been
instrumental in getting me a light sentence, apparently she called in a few
'favours'.  I sent her a cheque for the travel home, she readily agreed,
the heat had died down by now, I envied her the two odd years in Brazil,
such a pedo paradise, she told me on the phone that she had learnt some
interesting new tricks, the Brazil sex scene was very scat oriented at the
moment, I said I couldn't wait, and she agreed that the new format would be
more convenient house based, rather than a mobile service.
Footnote:

   You all must be wondering where the sexy stuff and debauchery has gone
fear not!  In the next part its all back to abnormal, as the team start up,
it will amaze and startle you the depths to which we all stooped, beware
though it all gets quite messy