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Story_codes: pedo, n/c, w/s, scat/ preteen sex, tort
Story_intro: He said that the classy ones would seldom have sex without
protection, but that the other end of the market was different, and that
there were a large number of unexpected pregnancies, so many in fact that
there was an embarrassment as to what to do with the offspring...and that
was where he came in.  The babies were handed over to him and he ran a kind
of unofficial orphanage, with no paperwork, and no questions asked, the
kids were then trained up, or sold on or `disappeared'.



   Rent-a-kid

   First part of a story by Singledad

   I met the guy on a park bench of all places.  I was eating my lunch
catching some rays, kids playing on the grass, I was eying them up, when
the guy sitting next to me started talking.

   "Seen you here before haven't I?"

   It kind of brought me out of my thoughts.

   "Yeah, I often have some lunch here I love the park, a bit of nature in
the city"

   We ate in silence for a bit,

   "You here for the birds?" He asked "You know feathered ones"

   I had to admit I wasn't much of a bird fancier

   "Well it has to be the kids then"

   I nearly choked on my sandwich "Howd'you mean?"

   "Don't worry" He continued "I love watching the little ones too"

   We ate in quiet some more

   He nodded towards a little girl of about five or six "Look at that one,
she's gonna do a handstand, see her little knickers!"

   I hardly believed what he was saying, I looked and the little kid went
head over heels and as she stood on her hands her skirt flopped down and I
drank in the sight, little white cotton knickers, chubby legs and white
socks, yes I loved it, time seemed to stand still, I even fancied I could
see some staining around her little crotch.

   "Like that don't you?" he enquired further

   "Look pal," I said "Who are you, you the cops or something?"

   "God no" He answered "I'm just a spectator like yourself, I take
pictures too"

   My eye was directed to his coat flap and I could see the lens of a video
camera "I get some really good footage here most days"

   "What about super alert mothers?" I asked "They can be really wicked"

   "Well I've never been sussed" He added, "Besides, I don't need this to
get my rocks off, it's really only a little hobby"

   I asked him what he really did to `get his rocks off' as he put it

   "Well now", he said thoughtfully "It's time for me to wonder who you are
and if I can trust you, you can't be too careful"

   "Suit yourself" I said and made to leave

   "Ok, OK hold on, I trust you"

   The he told me all about this business he'd got together, that he was a
kind of agent, a go-between.  His associates were into prostitution in a
big way, they ran all the girls in that half of the city, he said that
there were many `grades' of hooker, from the high class to the real dogs.

   He said that the classy ones would seldom have sex without protection,
but that the other end of the market was different, and that there were a
large number of unexpected pregnancies, so many in fact that there was an
embarrassment as to what to do with the offspring...and that was where he
came in.  The babies were handed over to him and he ran a kind of
unofficial orphanage, with no paperwork, and no questions asked, the kids
were then trained up, or sold on or `disappeared'.

   Well, the guy had my complete attention by now, he said that he
recruited staff from observing guys in the parks of the city, and that he'd
been watching me for about a month, I explained that I had a independent
means since my parents were both killed in an accident some time ago and
the insurance and was a very substantial figure

   "How'd you fancy having a look around my little enterprise, you might
consider some part time work" he said

   His offer was tempting, and I went with him.





   Chapter 2 I start work

   we entered a large building more on the outskirts of town, and there was
a block of chalet type buildings running away from the main street.  We
went through the main doors and he took me down a corridor, we went into a
room, much like a hospital ward, there were cots, about fifteen or twenty,
he told me that this was the nursery where the babies were kept, and held
until they were required, or went on to be brought up.

   I was puzzled, he explained that some of his clients enjoyed babies, I
naively asked if it was for adoption, he chuckled.

   "No, Oh no, this is no adoption agency, our clients like to rape and
fuck, hurt and kill the infants" my dick suddenly leapt at the
possibilities

   "There's damn good money in it and they cost nothing, course, we look
after the babies well until they're passed on to their destiny"

   we went on to other rooms where there were kids of every age, roughly
separated into age groups, I asked if they were given education, He
chuckled, they don't need education where they're going.

   The guy, who I now knew to be Gerry, told me what he had recruited me
for, I would be half of a couple acting as a husband and wife who would
take a child or children to its new owners, sometimes just deliver them,
and sometimes do an evenings demonstration, resources and equipment were at
my disposal to do as much as the client required, he explained that some
clients wanted to take the children and use them, well, abuse them mainly,
but some wanted to watch them be abused, that could mean just sex, or
torture, or a combination, and when these clients ordered it was up to
those he picked, people like me, to be ever more inventive as to how the
entertainment went.

   Well, I was amazed, and quite excited, Gerry took me through a door
marked archives, he explained that in order to be inventive this room had a
vast collection of resources, everything from erotica to pornography, all
the collected encyclopaedias of torture and a record man's cruelty to man,
here was everything I would need to plan the exhibitions I would engage in.
I noticed shelves of magazines, hard back books, there were videos and 8mm
films, all designed to get my brain thinking of more inventive ways to
abuse children...I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

   I spent the rest of the day musing through the archive room, what an eye
opener, I learnt more in that afternoon than pretty well my whole life,
there were straight porn mags and videos, mostly kiddie porn, titles I'd
seen on the net, picture mags with kids and adults, kids and kids, but then
there were some I'd never seen or even dreamt of, harder subjects, stuff
with torture as the theme, there were shit and piss mags, all this was
fuelling my appetite, I was so horny, then I noticed I wasn't alone,
someone else had joined me in the room, it was a woman of about twentyfive.

   "Hi, I'm Melissa, I'll be your partner on the next demonstration" She
said so matter of fact, we got to know each other, I found out that she had
been at this stuff all her life, she had been one of the resident kids who
developed a liking for the treatment and had been recruited, a thing which
didn't happen too often, she said that she was dedicated to receiving and
giving the most painful experiences, and that she was the most inventive of
all the demonstrators which is why she'd been chosen to escort me.

   We got ready for the evening, a customer had ordered two little girls,
Melissa said that she had entertained this particular customer before and
that their tastes were extreme, they liked to watch and sometimes join in,
but that whenever we took two kiddies along we would take a third, one who
would never return.



   Chapter 3 The first outing

   I went with Melissa to the play room, where we selected three beauties
two blond girls aged seven and nine years, and a third girl who was eight.
The eight year old was a bit plain, quite attractive, but not stunning like
the others, I learnt that to be plain in this place to be expendable.  We
went to the dressing room, another eye opener for me, it was a room
dedicated to wardrobes and drawers, Melissa told all the girls to undress,
and they were soon naked, my dick was a raging hard on, as I watched these
darlings, they showed no sign of tits, or hair, no maturity at all, I
observed their pure white soft skin and wondered how messed up it would get
by later that night.

   Melissa started to select appropriate clothing, the little seven year
old was Alex, Melissa held out some pretty yellow knickers and Alex stepped
into them, she gave knickers to each child, then each of them pulled on
pantyhose, and then vests, they pulled on knee length white socks, then
Melissa asked me what next, I chose a ridiculously short skirt for Alex,
she looked so sexy and a cropped top that showed off her delightful midriff
and belly button, Zoe the nine year old I dressed in tight blue jeans and a
loose blouse, but the poor plain Tessa the eight year old I insisted on
complete school uniform, pleated grey skirt, white blouse and tie, and
brown strap sandals.

   They looked a picture, and they were sent off to wait while Melissa and
I went to the equipment room, what a toy store this was.  The room was
lined with cupboards drawers and shelves, containing every conceivable
device and a few I hadn't got a clue what they were, Melissa got an
equipment bag, like a suit case, and started to load it, she'd obviously
done it before she was very efficient.  I was nearly drooling as I watched
her put goodies in the bag, "Now" she said "Have we forgotten anything"

   I checked around, I found some things I thought might come in handy, I
took a pack of sheets of sandpaper, and a cordless drill, I got a hammer
and some nails, but Melissa mentioned that we had a comprehensive tool box
in the van which we would be using.  Next we visited the room next door it
was like a pharmacy, she opened a little medical bag and started to put
items in it, I asked what they were, she held up a bottle and told me that
it was one of her specialities, a sticky paste, a mixture of hot pepper
sauce and other highly irritating substances in a combination that could
drive the kids mad when applied in the right places.  She opened a glass
case and took a jar then she started to load what looked like cockroaches
into it.

   "This bottle contains a liquid that will cause violent vomiting" she
said in a kind of far away voice, as if re-living some experience, and she
put thet in the bag.

   "and this will cause itching so extreme that a child can scratch herself
raw" she was actually getting turned on just by thinking about each item,
"Right, we are ready" she said eventually.

   We went to the reception and saw Gerry, "All ready mate" he said with a
jaunty air "two to book out then" He said, I was about to say three, when I
saw him wink, I realised Tessa would not be coming home.

   We drove for some time and arrived at a huge mansion type dwelling, the
great iron gates swung back automatically and we drove up to the front
door, the door was opened by a man dressed as a butler and we were ushered
into a large room there were seats in a circle and a raised platform in the
middle.  The owner met us and started to talk very excitedly, he kept
gawping at the three girls, and wringing his hands, what a totally spooky
old bloke, he stroked the girls hair, and caressed their faces, he started
plucking at their clothes with his wiry hands, he had long sharp
fingernails.

   "Well my dear" He said to Melissa "I hope your show will be up to your
usual high standard" Melissa replied that she will aim to please.

   People started to come into the room and take their places, there was
about twelve in all, they were all old, although not as old as the owner,
we stood on the stage and Melissa introduced the kids lifting their skirts
or rubbing them in totally inappropriate ways.

   The Butler chap came in wheeling a trolley, I recognised the items we
had brought they were all laid out like a surgeons cart, the butler wheeled
in a sort of wooden saw horse affair, Melissa bent the young Alex over the
beam and lifted her skirt, the bright lights on the stage contrasted the
dark area where the audience sat, her little white knickers seemed to
shine, Melissa took a stout piece of dowelling and raised it she brought it
down hard onto Alex's bottom the girl yelped as the stick cut her through
her knickers and tights, Melissa rained a dozen hard blows on Alex's ass,
the tears splashed onto the stage floor.

   Melissa drew the child's knickers down then her tights to reveal dull
red stripes some bluish bruising, and she opened the little girls ass
cheeks, she took a small vibrator and opened the jar we had brought, she
dipped the vibrator in the paste and allowed it to dribble and coat the
whole surface, then she aimed it at the kid's anus and with one stroke
pushed it right in, the girl let out a scream, and all the audience erupted
in applause.  There was a few seconds quiet then Alex started a sort of
anguished whine as the irritant started to burn, she twisted and turned
trying to expel the intruding implement, suddenly there was a rushing
sound, the girl started pissing herself, having anticipated that Melissa
held a bowl under the child and the pee rushed into it.  Little Alex was in
agony, Melissa stood her up and punched the little girl hard in the stomach
as she doubled up she gave her a stinging slap on the face which made her
topple back and she sat down with a clunk, as !  the vibrator was forced
deep into her colon, she passed out.  The lights dimmed to great applause.

   When the lights came up Melissa had Zoe the nine year old on a sort of
table, "Let's get these jeans off then" She said and took the cordless
drill, she had fitted with a sanding disk, she pressed the trigger and the
drill whirred, Melissa applied it to the centre of Zoe's jeans right over
her cunt, the material started to shred, the zipper was sanded through and
there was cotton fluff flying, soon the tight jeans were flapping and the
sander began to make its way through tights and knickers, she didn't stop
there, the sanding disk went on biting into the childs soft skin, rubbing
it raw, the sander had made a mess of the girls clothes, and more of a mess
of her soft belly flesh.  Zoe was screaming, and snot was coming down her
nose as she became hysterical.

   Melissa was so turned on she started to rip the rest of the jeans and
Zoe's top off and soon she stood naked except for ripped tights and torn
knickers the scuffed skin of her abdomen looked so sore, little pinpricks
of blood were showing, Melissa handed me a piece of inch square timber, and
encouraged me to beat the little girls bottom, I started and I was hitting
her full force, I couldn't seem to help myself, Melissa held her hand up
for me to stop and turned the girl over, she pulled her legs open and
started to flick the child's clitoris until it stood up proud then she told
me to carry on beating on her little clit, I did and soon it was reduced to
pulp, the stick cutting and tenderizing her sex.  When I stopped, blood
dripped from between the child's legs, and she too had passed out.

   I was amazed, if we had done this damage to the ones that we were meant
to be taking home again, I wondered what we were going to do to the one who
was expendable.  Melissa pulled eight year old Tessa to her and started to
kiss her full on the lips, she was obviously tonguing her hard in the mouth
, she caressed her, her hands going in the childs blouse, she stroked her
hair and slurped into her mouth, slowly she layed the girl down on the
stage, and swivelled herself around, Melissa pulled up her own dress and
sat on Tessa's face, her knickered cunt moulded itself to the child's mouth
and she was obviously licking and sucking hard.  As she sat there enjoying
the child's mouth, she pulled up the pleated skirt and started to fondle
the girl through her knickers and tights, she put her hand down inside and
was fingering the eight year olds pussy, I noticed that Melissa was pissing
and it was gushing out of her knickers over the child's face, and little
Tessa was definitely not e!  njoying herself.

   She motioned for me and it was my cue to piss on the child's cunt
through her underwear, I got myself out and with great difficulty I started
to urinate on the child, I pissed and it splashed all over the girls
knickers and all over Melissa too, drenching her blouse, she seemed in
exstacy, like she was in a hot shower.  When they were suitably soaked she
got off the child and sat her up, she reached up and took her own knickers
off as she stepped out of them it was obvious that she had shit in them, it
was semi wet and she showed them to the audience, then she strarted to rub
the shit onto Tessa's face, she smoothed it into the child's mouth and
ordered her to chew it and swallow, a the mess reached the kids stomach she
started to retch Melissa took the bowl that Alex had pissed into and held
it under the childs mouth and she puked into it, when she'd finished she
held it to Tessa's lips nd forced her to drain the piss and vomit mixture.

   Chapter 4 The show goes on

   The girl on stage looked bedraggled and ill, she was a sorry sight, I
knew that she wouldn't survive the night, and wondered just how cruel and
nasty Melissa could get.  Melissa took hold of a length of plastic tubing,
it looked odd and I couldn't work out what had been done to it, she opened
the kids mouth and fed the end of the tube into her, and stroking her
throat she eased the tube in inch by inch, at times Tessa would gag, but
the tube went on relentlessly.  Tessa pushed about two and a half feet of
hose into the unfortunate girls mouth, it would have been in her stomach I
supposed, the girl was not having fun and sobs racked her, all this just
spurred the audience on to cheers and loud outbursts.  About a foot os the
tube was hanging out of the girls mouth and there was something sticking
out from it, I realised that it was barbed wire that had been fed into the
hose beforehand, I suddenly realised what a devilfish plan Melissa had
devised and my dick hardened more in a!  nticipation.

   Melissa ripped the rest of the kid's school uniform off she suggested
that we beat her for a bit, as it would be fun to see the tube in her mouth
wave from side to side, we both took cut down broom sticks and started to
hit the girl all over, each of our hits sent her reeling into a barrage
from the other, the girl began to get covered in angry red lines, I tried
to aim some blows in between her legs and successfully reddened her fat
bald little cunt.  Melissa poured some sticky fluid into the tube in
Tessa's mouth via a funnel, it turned out that it was olive oil which was
to lubricate the tube and then she started to pull the tube out of the
girls throat the tube came out smoothly and left the barbed wire in place,
I saw Melissa's plan working out, to remove the barbed wire now would rip
the throat out of the child from the inside, the girls eyes were bulging as
she too realised how nasty Melissa had been, she wore a terrified
expression, and she was whimpering, Melissa announced that the one who
hired the little show should have the privilege of removing the barbed
wire, and he eagerly came on stage.

   It was decided that I would fuck the child's small cunt as he pulled the
barbed wire out of her mouth, we lifted her up onto the table and I pulled
her beautiful ass towards my stiff dick, she was belly down on the table,
and her cunt was over one edge and her mouth over the other, I impaled her
cunt on my swollen dick, she wasn't a virgin, but so tight that I imagined
she hadn't been fucked more than a couple of times.  The tight flesh closed
around my shaft and I started to pump her, she tried painfully to scream as
my meat impaled her, Melissa gave the old man some gloves, the child was
screaming - with difficulty I might add - and he grasped the end of the
barbed wire, he started to pull and I thrust harder into her sweet cunt,
she started to wriggle as she felt ripping sensations deep in her body. 
The wire inched out of her mouth, as I pumped so I craned forward to watch
the wire, some of the barbs had bits of flesh sticking to them as they had
ripped their way out.

   With a wicked giggle the old man pushed the barbed wire back in five or
six inches quite roughly, bringing renewed screams from Tessa, something
had really hurt her and it was anyone's guess what it could have been, I
noticed that most of the guests were masturbating by now, I saw wrinkly
dicks and spread legs down in the audience.  I felt I was close to spunking
in this delightful preteen cunt, the old man was starting to tug hard on
the wire again, relishing the slowness of the torture, I could really see
the resistance, the wire was obviously embedding itself in the walls of her
oesophagus and doing god knows what damage, I pumped harder and suddenly
exploded into the child's pussy with a loud shout, flooding her womb with
my seed, the wire pulled out about a foot all of a sudden with all her
jerking, and a trickle of blood started to escape from her lips, something
had torn deep inside her, she groaned as it became too painful to scream.
Bits of unidentifiable meat were attached to te barbs as the wire was
pulled slowly but steadily from her throat, the devilish man pushed hard
again and the wire travelled back in about six inches.

   Then he pulled again, there was about eighteen inches inside her when he
decided to pull it all the way out, fast!  the wire flopped out, it
appeared to have a strange bit of anatomy sticking to its barbs, I guessed
it was the remains of her vocal chords and tonsils, the blood was gushing
from between her lips now ands she was trying to swallow and her screams
were silent, she started vomiting the blood up, she was really wrecked and
the audience were going ballistic, what a bizarre sight, my dick was stiff
again, and the child had fallen off the table and was flopping about on the
floor, she was in some kind of shock I think, the old man got his old dick
out and pulled Tessa up by the hair, she was jerking around and he pushed
his dick in her bleeding mouth and started to piss down her damaged throat,
it gushed out and much escaped all bloody and pink, when he finished
pissing he became surprisingly stiff and started to jack off down her poor
tortured throat.

   The girl was dead before the old mans watery sperm ejaculated into her,
he went on mutilating her with pliers and other tools, pinching at her
face, pulling teeth he made such a mess of her, even after she was dead.

   He was so turned on that he asked if he could have the other girls to
torture to death, Melissa refused that request, it was more than her job
was worth, Gerry had so many more plans for the pretty little girls.  She
knew also that the other two girls would only take one more torture session
that night, and apart from really wanting to do that herself, she knew they
would not survive if he did it.  He was disappointed but accepted it after
she promised that he could fuck them both after she had hurt them some
more.





   Chapter 5 the first outing ends

   The little girls were revived, and Alex who still retained most of her
clothes was laid out on the table, Melissa was squeezing the child through
her clothes, grabbing what would one day be her tits - providing she lived
that long - she was cupping the girls little cunt and massaging her
knickers into the crease, they were wet where she had pissed them earlier,
with one deft movement she ripped the knickers right off, she tossed them
into the audience where the were fought over like some pissed in trophy.

   Alex was terrified she didn't know that she would live, Melissa ripped
the girls skirt off her and her crop top, the child lay there in just her
ripped tights and white socks, Melissa had plugged an electric soldering
iron in and touched it to the child's leg, Alex let out a scream as the
iron seared the flesh, Melissa trailed the iron up and down the girls legs,
then she took the girls clitoris and started squeezing it until it stood
erect, then she lay the soldering iron squarely onto the child's clitoris,
you could hear it sizzle and see the curl of smoke as the sensitive flesh
charred, Melissa knew how long to leave it there so as not to permanently
damage the organ, (she told me later that it was a favourite thing her
house father used to do to her from the age of four).

   Melissa stood over the child and as she opened her mouth to screan she
let out a long string of saliva into the girls mouth, spitting the last of
it into her face, she started to french kiss the girl, "last bit now
darling" she said to Alex almost with tenderness.

   She took two ping pong bats out of the bag, they had little nails
hammered through them that stuck out about half an inch, she handed one to
me and we started to whack her with them, they started to draw blood from
the first hit, we worked our way over her flat little chest, then down her
legs, Melissa turned her over, and we continued to slap her with the spiked
bats, until every inch of her body had been bloodied, then she took a bag
and started to scatter salt on the bleeding child, she tossed and turned
squealing and whimpering as the salt stung every part of her, she finally
passed out and Melissa lifted her off and sat her in the corner.

   The old man claimed the promise and took the little girl and started to
thrust his wizzened old dick into her, getting coated in her blood, she was
unconscious but he didn't care.  Meanwhile Melissa and I were going to end
the show.

   Melissa led Zoe across from where she had been sitting, she looked worse
for wear but we hadn't finished with her yet, Melissa delighted in telling
her that she was going to hurt her much more yet she layed her down and
told me to lift her legs up and back, then open them, Melissa inserted a
funnel sort of thing into the childs cunt, the device had a thumb screw on
it and as she turned it so the neck of the funnel expanded, the thing had
opened her vagina up to about an inch and a half.  Melissa walked over to
the medical bag and took out a jar, it was the one she had put the
cockroaches in, I shuddered, the child saw them and realised what she was
about to do and she screamed in terror, but Melissa was relentless, she
took out one roach and popped it in the funnel I watched it disappear into
her cunt, then she tipped the whole jar and the contents slid inside the
girl, she was experiencing a lot of discomfort as the creatures wriggled
for freedom Melissa took another jar and opened it, there was a liquid
inside, she started to pour this in the girls cunt through the funnel, she
explained that it was an irritant that would drive the cockroaches wild,
then she removed the funnel with a plop.

   Nothing happened for a moment then with a look of utter horror the girl
started to sob and writhe her legs scissoring back an forward as the
creatures thrashed around.  Melissa put the funnel back into the girl and
poured the contents of another bottle into it and removed the funnel again,
she explained that this time it was a chemical which would kill the
creatures, unfortunately, she went on it has a reaction with the first
chemical irritant that causes it to foam, the result is used as a powerful
oven cleaner much like caustic soda, the child's writhing had now become
frantic she squealed as the roaches died and the foam started to remove the
lining of the inside of her vagina.

   Melissa asked the audience if they would like to flush the nasty stuff
out by taking a piss into her cunt, several men and women came up on stage
and Melissa inserted the funnel again, each of them stood over the child
and started to piss into the funnel, a pink tinged liquid started to ooze
from the child's raw cavity.  When the five had finished Melissa stood the
girl up and held her little vagina lips open a nasty mixture started to
flood out of her, yellow piss, milky white foam tinged with blood and dead
cockroaches, what a mess!

   Melissa then crouched down and squeezed out a large turd on the stage,
she picked it up and proceeded to push it into the child's vagina, she
pushed the whole thing in her and the lips closed, the girl was weeping
weakly as the shit irritated the raw skin inside her, Melissa pulled a
fresh pair of white knickers on the girl and we finished up by hitting her
all over front and back with the spiked ping pong bats, delighting in the
way that the white knickers slowly turned red

   END OF PART ONE

   please send comments and ideas (thanks for the "hose and wire" idea)



   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.