"The three daughters aged between six and fourteen are still missing, and the Father is said to be distraught with grief. The police who are treating the death and disappearances as suspicious are beginning a thorough search of the river and surrounding land where they believe the children will turn up."

"The Police have refused to comment further although there are believed to be no leads..."

Paul switched off the television and turned to his computer. The cameras were in perfect positions showing Paul all sides of the small cage, sat at the rear of a small well-lit room. Other than the cage the room was completely empty. The room itself was twelve-foot square, and lit by several florescent strips, placed where nobody could reach them without a stepladder.

You can't let your toys hurt themselves. To this affect the whole room was padded, sort of like in a mental institution. This was partly to stop the sound but mostly to stop the toys from trying to kill themselves.

The cage was small sat in the back of the room only three and a half-foot tall, then five foot wide and five-foot deep. The bars to the cage were padded as well, and filled around them was chicken wire to stop any hands getting through.

The three girls huddled in one corner. They were still crying despite being left in there over night. Paul smiled, no leads. Well he didn't think the cops would find him, they had been a random picking, and besides they were looking at the wrong end of the country.

Paul shifted trying to get his erect cock to fit more comfortably in his trousers, but to no avail. He wanted so desperately to go down there and fuck one of then that moment, but he didn't have the time. Being a partner in a just starting Software Company and not to mention the chief programmer, a lot of his time was taken up at work lately. Besides they were in the middle of a project that if all went to plan would set them up for life.

Paul cursed and stood, he was already late, Paul didn't like being late despite the fact that nobody would mind particularly. He pulled on his black denim jacket, and hunted around the sofa for the keys to his motorcycle. With his documents and dicks stuffed in the rucksack he swung over his shoulder. He grabbed his crash helmet and made his way into the garage.

When you are a partner in your own company you wore what the hell you liked, unless it was in important meeting with investors, or customers, which today it wasn't.

Paul stood just under average height at Five foot nine, but his stocky posture and sheer girth made him look shorter. Weighing in at almost twenty stone (280lb) Paul could best be described as fat, but that it wasn't something that bothered him too much, despite being very overweight he was fit and quick on his feet. So much so that he played football (Soccer) for his local pub side and rugby for the town. It was that speed and strength that both shocked and scared people.

Paul dressed casual even scruffy most of the time and today was no exception. He wore black jeans that were far too big for him and had to be held up with a belt, and black and white T-shirt with Guinness stencilled on the breast and Staff on the sleeve. Testament of his work as a barman, work he'd only given up a year ago. Brushing back his thinning brown hair he pulled on his crash helmet climbed on his bike and sped off towards work.

*****

Hanna clung onto her big sister for dear life; her grip was like a vice. Alice stoked the six-year-olds blond hair and spoke comforting words, that she didn't believe herself. "Come on," she said, "Daddy will rescue us and then the bad man will go to jail," if it wasn't for Hanna and Beth, Alice was sure, she'd be crouched in the corner balling her eyes out.

Beth kicked the bars.

Alice looked at the slight nine year old, who unlike Alice and Hanna had inherited their fathers black hair and eyes, unlike their mothers blond hair and blue eyes. Alice could barely keep herself in control, she felt like screaming. But she clenched her fists in tight balls so tight that the fake nails glued onto her left hands dug into her palm. It was that cruel pain that she concentrated on and it was all that stopped her from going hysterical. She had to be strong, for Hanna, and for Beth.

Beth kicked the bars.

She was in total shock the poor girl. Beth just stared out into space and kicked the bars every now and then. Hardly surprising after witnessing their mothers rape and murder. The man had been so, calm so, methodical so damned pleasant as he viscously raped and tortured their mother that it was all like a dream. It wasn't real. But it was.

Alice shuddered and felt the tears gathering in her eyes again he she couldn't stop them. She had to be strong. But she couldn't. They were dead; the same thing would happen to them that had happened to their mother. The thought echoed around Alice's head and refused to be quiet.

All hope had long since gone, and had been replaced by despair. Alice hugged her sister tightly and cried.

Despite Beth's hair colour the sisters all looked alike. They all were small for their age, and very slight. Even Alice had a very boyish figure, and no breasts to speak of. She had turned fourteen a week ago, and puberty had only recently taken hold. She had had her first period just before her fourteenth. Although in the scheme of things not a particularly late developer, most of her friends had gone through the same more than a year before. Alice reached up and twirled a strand of her straight blond hair, like, Hanna it looked almost as if her hair was bleached but it was real.

A draft made her shiver and Alice pulled the black school blazer around her tight, wishing now that she had worn her trousers rather than her skirt. It occurred to her that she shouldn't be thinking about such petty things, but they had been sat in that tiny cage now for what seemed like days, without a sign of their captor.

Beth kicked the bars.

The dark haired nine-year-old wore dark grey trousers and a short-sleeved crisp white blouse. Although from the goose pimples on her arms it was evident that she was cold, the girl made no attempt to warm her self. Or even acknowledge that it was cold.

Hanna was tiny small even for a six-year-old. She wore a green and white chequered dress issued as uniform by her school. After several minutes, Alice ran out of tears and the room was silent again. Or almost so. The two florescent strips, on the ceiling buzzed quietly, and the tiny extractor fan on the wall above their heads, was constantly on. In the silence the small fan sounded more like a jet engine.

*****

The local pub was packed like it always was on a Friday lunchtime. Friday was the day that all the professionals and businessmen had lunch, and with that came the mass of credit cards piled behind the bar. Paul sat in the corner of the bar like he did every day; his roast beef dinner swam in blood just the way he liked it. Paul picked up his glass and emptied the last two inches. "Same again?" asked Pete, the giant barman didn't wait for an answer. He just picked up the glass and refilled it with larger. Paul gave the man the exact change, and turned to Clare was struggling with the crossword in the daily paper. "Fourteen down. A base sixteen number system."

"Hexadecimal," answered Paul.

"Ah cheers," she said. Clare was a short cute woman in her early twenties. Her long dark hair was held up in a conservative manner, but her tight top and mini skirt didn't give that impression. The main problem that Paul had with sitting with Clare was that she had a huge pair of tits (36 DD, to be exact). While this in itself wasn't a problem in itself, she was however the wife of one of his best friends.

At that moment, her husband walked in. Steve "The Copper" was a tall wiry man with short dark hair, he walked in smiling like always, dressed in an old faded T-shirt and a pair of paint speckled tracksuit bottoms. His nickname came from the fact that he was a copper, if a particularly blind one at times. "Want a drink?" asked Paul, as the man leant over and frenched his wife.

The man nodded but didn't take his tongue from the back of Clare's throat. Paul turned to Pete, "Pint of Pride," he said.

Pete had already poured it. Paul gave the man the money and sat the drink on the bar towel.

Finally the two separated and Steve gulped down half his drink. The news came on the TV and Steve glanced up at it, there was something on about the murder in Newcastle. "You hear about that?" asked Steve.

Pete said, "I've been watching it all morning. They say three kids are missing all small girls."

"Oh poor dears. I wonder if they are still alive. They must be terrified," added Clare.

"Well," said Paul, "If they are alive, they are probably locked in some sick fuck's basement."

"They'll probably turn up, dead a couple of miles down the road." Said Steve.

"Whoever did that should hang," spat Pete.

"No," muttered Paul, "Hangings too good for them."

*****

It was six thirty and the summer sun sat high in the sky. Paul sped through the vast tracks of land that he'd inherited from his grandfather. A large thick forest took up most of the land with signs dotted around, saying, "Private property, Trespassers will be prosecuted." Not that he had much trouble from trespassers. Near the centre of the forest was his house a modest Victorian manor. Despite this the house was still large. Not as large as most stately homes and actually quite small compared to some, the house having been built by a member of the minor gentry.

Paul parked his bike in the garage and locked it quickly. Throwing off his helmet and jacket, he hurried to the cellar door and unlocked it.

He locked the door behind him before descending the stairs into the huge cellars.

The cellars of the house were just short of amazing. Huge and extensive networks of hid under his land. The sound proof rooms had been built during the Second World War by his grandfather. Paul hurried through the dull grey lit by florescent strips, until he came to a solid iron door at the east end of the cellars.

Paul pulled out the key and slotted it into the lock. It turned with a click and door opened easily and silently on well oiled hinges. As Paul entered the room he caught a faint smell of urine. He looked down and took his foot out of the piss that had trailed from a small puddle in one corner of the cage where one or more of the girls had relived themselves. The three girls just looked at Paul in silence.

They stood there just looking at each other for several minutes before the eldest girl spoke, "Please, let us go," she said softly.

She was trying so hard not to cry that Paul just had to smile. It wasn't a malicious smile but a warm reassuring one. "Don't worry pet," he said, "I'm not going to kill you," It wasn't a lie, well almost a lie, it really depended on how troublesome she proved.

The girl began to shake and her head fell forwards against her little sister's hair. She stayed there sobbing softly. After a while she sniffed back her tears and looked up. "Please then let my sisters go. I-I'll do anything."

Paul shook his head, "Sorry pet, I can't do that."

The girl began to cry again. Paul was getting board with this game. His cock strained so hard against his jeans it hurt. He picked which one he would do first. "Err Alice? Yes you take Beth to the back of the cage and sit still. And Hanna is it? You sit just in front of the door."

"No!" screamed Alice, "Please don't hurt her she's just a child."

"So are you my dear." Muttered Paul, "Try this on for size, unless you shut your fucking mouth and do what I tell you I will bring you out here, hang you from the ceiling by your arms, and whip those little tits of yours. How does that sound."

Alice covered her chest involuntary, then silently grabbed Beth and took her to the back of the cage.

Hanna Eyes Paul suspiciously. "Please don't hurt me sir," she said.

Paul's smile widened, "Don't worry my pet," he said.

Paul unlocked the cage and took her by the hand and led her out. Keeping hold of his prize he locked the cage again and picked the child up.

He carried her from the 'holding room' and locked the door behind him. He walked down the corridor past two doors before finally opening one on his right and going inside. The room was smaller than the 'holding room' only eight-foot square, but a bench six-foot by four-foot took up most of the room. Leather straps hung from points around the bench; to anyone it was obvious that they were used to hold someone down but weather the six-year-old child could comprehend their use was beyond Paul. Like the holding cell the walls were padded, although this was mostly to keep the noise down. "When was the last time you ate?" asked Paul softly.

The girl shrugged.

Paul nodded, probably yesterday breakfast. Her stomach would be empty though and that was good, he didn't want her to choke on her vomit just yet. "We're going to play a little game," he said, "When we're done you can have some dinner is that good?"

The child nodded.

"Good," he said, "Now I'm just going to get some more toys and we can play. You be a good girl an sit still okay,"

"Okay," the girl said, She seemed less nervous now, probably didn't understand just what had happened to her mother, he doubted it would be this easy to get the other two to behave themselves.

Paul smiled and left the room locking it behind him. He made his way to a small store cupboard where he kept most of his things. There were hundreds of implements of torture in the small room all catalogued and stored in precise locations. He pulled out a box and selected a small cat-o-nine tails; it was a wicked thing made from thick cords of leather with small metal studs on the end of each cord. Paul then pulled out a box containing nipple clamps. He rummaged through the box until he found a particularly wicked looking pair. The jagged teeth locked tightly together. They had a small bolt in them so they could be as loose or as tight as he wanted. He also got a shiny dildo and a box of pins.

He took his toys back onto the room where he left Hanna. Locking the door behind him he entered the room. Hanna sat quietly on the bench where Paul had left her. Paul placed the toys he'd gathered on the floor in front of the bench, "Do you know what any of these are used for?" he asked her.

The child shook her head.

"That's okay, I can teach you how to use them. But you've got to take your clothes off first."

"Why?" asked the child.

Paul laughed, "I'll show you, come on take them all off."

The child shrugged, and began to unbutton the front of her dress, Paul guessed that she was just too young to feel much sense of embarrassment being naked in front of a strange man. She climbed off the bench and pulled the dress over her head, under the dress she wore a thin petticoat. Hanna held the dress in her hand and looked around for somewhere to put it.

"Just dump it on the floor," he said.

"But mummy will be mad I get it dirty again,"

Paul couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry pet, you won't be told off just dump it in the corner."

The child did as she was told. She then kicked off her small shoes and peeled off her small white cotton socks. Then she took her petticoat and pulled it over her head, She stood there only in her tiny knickers. Paul stared at her for several seconds just looking at the child's perfectly flat chest marred only by the small nipples. They were so small and perfect. Just the thought of clamping them and piercing them was enough to give Paul an erection so hard it hurt. "Come on now pet, your knickers as well,"

The child fingered the band around her knickers and finally pulled them down and stepped out of them, she kept her hands at her sides and smiled at Paul. Paul smiled back.

"Come here love," he said.

The child walked to Paul, who began to run his hands over her baby body. She was so smooth and so soft. He ran his hand down to her cunt and inserted his index finger until he hit her hymen, she was TIGHT! "How does this feel,"

"Dunno," murmured the girl shifting in discomfort.

Paul pulled his finger out and sucked on it. She tasted immaculate. He placed his arms on her waist and lifted her onto the bench, with her legs dangling over the edge.

"Now pet I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can," he said.

The child parted her legs and spread them until her thighs were on the table. Her tiny snatch was perfect so small, and smooth, there wasn't a hair in sight. Using the straps secured to the table, Paul tied her legs apart, making sure she couldn't move them he told her to lay down.

The girl did as she was told and Paul took her arms and pulled them as far across the table as he could stretch her without hurting her too much. He then tied them down effectively stopping her from moving but leaving the canvas of he body free for him to practice his art. "Are you comfortable?" asked Paul.

The child shook her head.

"Don't worry," said Paul, "It'll all be over soon," He bent down and picked up the cat. "Do you know what this is?"

The girl shook her head, "No," she said.

"Well let me tell you, this is what we call a Cat, and it's to hit little girls with like this," with that he swung a viscous lash across her flat chest.

The child screamed. Paul reached up and covered her mouth as he inspected her chest. The metal studs left dark red marks that trailed off into lighter ones of the tails. Paul uncovered the girl's mouth and she started screaming again and began to struggle at the bonds. Her struggles were nice but her fucking screaming was beginning to give Paul a headache. He walked over to where she had piled her clothes and tore a strip from her dress. Then taking her small knickers he stood over her. Paul waited for Hanna to open her mouth to scream again and he shoved the knickers down the back of her throat.

The child choked, but Paul tied the strip around her mouth before she could spit her knickers out again.

Paul went back to his toys and picked up the nipple clamps, he continued to tutor the girl on the use of his sex-toys. "Now these are nipple clamps. These are really nasty, they go on your little nipples."

He leant over the girl and kissed her on her chest. Moving to the right he took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tiny bud of flesh to try and get it to go hard, without much success. After a while he gave up and loosened one of the clamps, pulling her nipple between the sharp teeth, he began to close it slowly. It took only a couple of turns of the bolt to get the child moaning as the teeth bit softly into her sensitive flesh. Paul continued to turn the bolt, the girl began to moan loudly into the gag. As her nipple was crushed in the clamp the child muffled screams became more and more desperate.

Paul finally gave up on the nipple when the clamp had crushed her nipple to millimetres, the jagged teeth had pierced her flesh and a thin trail of blood, ran down her chest,

Paul grinned at the girl and repeated the process with the second nipple.

Standing back to admire his work Paul was pleased. The girl jerked involuntary with the pain, which only caused her more pain, which caused her to jerk again. The nipple clams were a nasty piece of work. Paul began to stroke the child's smooth cunt; he knelt down in front of the table and pushed his tongue into her. Slowly he began to lick her out. The taste of a child was far more satisfying than the taste of a woman or even that of a teenager.

Hanna gasped as licked at her pussy. Searching out her underdeveloped clit. It had to be there somewhere. The girl gasped again as he licked over the tiny hard knot. It certainly gave the child pleasure. He began to ferociously lick at it. It took a while, but finally Paul got the child to cum. As her body began to vibrate with waves of pleasure followed by pain Paul could only laugh, the poor kid didn't know what was going on, she could have no comprehension of why it felt so damn good.

He placed his head on her stomach to feel the spasms of pain course through her body. Every jerk every movement was a sign the child was in excruciating pain.

Paul stayed there for several minutes before standing up and picking the whip up again. The girl began screaming again. Paul lifted the whip above his head and the girl pissed herself in fear. Paul laughed as the steaming yellow stream hit the cement floor. "Oh boy you are going to pay for that," he laughed.

He stoked the whip slowly across her stomach, and then landed a hard blow. He stuck her again and again. The tortured screams were like angles to Paul, tortured angles but angles nevertheless. He whipped her stomach a dozen times before he began to move the whip up her body a fraction at a time leaving nasty red welts in its wake.

The tiny body bucked and spasmed under the cruel blows, and Paul began to whip her on her clamped tits. This had a pleasing effect as the child went hysterical. He stopped whipping her but she just kept screaming and struggling.

It was several minutes before the child calmed down she stared at Paul with terrified teary eyes waiting to see what the man would do next. Paul put the whip down and picked up the pot of pins. Opening the lid he said, "Now I'm going to push these through your tits and pussy. Because you don't have much tit its going to have to be through any part that isn't clamped.

The child began to scream again but Paul was too impatient to wait for her to stop, he took out one of the pins and examined her tits. Pulling on the left clamp he stretched it enough to that he could get some pins in. He wasted no time in pushing the first one through then pulled the clamp on her right nipple to push one through that.

The child was helpless to stop her torment, and just settled into a long continuous scream into her gag.

After piercing each tit five times, Paul moved onto the girl's cunt. He ran his fingers over the smooth flesh and then took hold of the right lip, he pressed the point of a pin against her skin and registered her every jerk and cry as he pushed it through. He repeated this process with the other lip and then another five times to both of the child's pussy lips.

Once finished he waited for her to calm down which took a long time and he spoke to her again in a soft reassuring tone, "Now I'm going to whip your pussy, then I can take the pins out because I don't want to prick myself while I'm fucking you now do I?"

The girl moaned into her gag.

Paul picked up the whip and stoked it across her pussy, rising it above his head he began to whip her small pussy. After about ten lashes or so the girl stopped moving.

Paul put down the whip and took out her gag. He placed his ear at her mouth. She wasn't breathing. He quickly took her pulse, it was pretty weak, he slapped her hard to start her breathing again, just sat to watch her recover.

She was a marvellous sight; the sweat drenched little girl. Her body was red with the welts from the beating and blood trickled from her nipples and pussy. But he liked his toys a little more lively so he waited.

Paul watched the girl begin to come round and then begin to moan and sob as the pain set back in. The child's sobs were enough to bring Paul back to erection.

Paul walked to where her head rested on the bench. Putting his face near hers, he stroked her golden hair gently and said, "Now pet you know what kind of things happen if you are a naughty girl. Now I'm going to put something in your mouth, and I want you to suck on it. Don't bite just suck."

Finally Paul undid the zip on his trousers and let his cock free. Although not massive his cock was larger than average and quite thick, "Have you seen one of these before?" he asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Do you know what it is?"

"It's your willy," the girl whispered.

"Very good but you are not allowed to call it that you've got to call it cock. Now say I want to suck your cock."

The girl mumbled the sentence. Paul slapped her roughly across the face, "Louder cunt."

"I want to suck your cock." The kid said.

Paul couldn't help but grin, "Now open your mouth."

So terrified of being punished again the girl did as she was instructed. Paul moved forwards and shoved the fat head into her mouth. It barely fit but the girl although with obvious distaste began to suck on it obediently. "Use your tongue as well. That's right."

Paul was in heaven; the tongue and mouth of the little bitch worked miracles. Slowly he began to thrust in and out each time going further down her throat. Each time getting harder and faster. It wasn't long before the girl choked and tired to pull herself from his gland, but Paul gabbed the back of her head and thrust the as much of his cock down the tiny throat as possible, which was less than half. He kept it there for several seconds letting her throat do all the work as it contacted as she choked on him.

Finally he pulled it from her throat and allowed her a single breath before thrusting it back in. He began to brutally rape the child's throat. She couldn't even scream while he thrust in and out of her.

It was several minutes until he stopped taking his cock from her mouth he let her go. The child gasped and coughed for air, and Paul giggled.

"Now for your cunt and ass," he said.

He walked around in front of the child and slowly pulled out he pins one at a time, the child moaned having the energy to do little else. Paul inserted his middle finger until he pressed against her hymen, "You are tight even around my finger," he exclaimed, "This is really going to hurt you, but your pretty lucky; much looser and I'd try and fuck you dry."

Of course the child didn't have a clue what he was going on about, but that didn't bother Paul, the idea excited him, that he could tell her exactly what he was going to do but not have her realise it until he did it.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a tube of KY jelly and inserted the nozzle into Hanna's cunt, he squeezed out a large amount and used his fingers to work it around. Next he applied a large amount to his cock, once he was satisfied; Paul began to run the fat head of his cock up and down her slit. "Now I want you to beg me to fuck you,"

The girl stayed silent.

"You start begging or we get the whip out again,"

That got the child started, "P-Please sir, fuck me, I need you to fuck me please," not much of an imagination but then she was only six.

On that note, Paul began to push in to her cunt. It was VERY tight and it took Paul a while just to get to her hymen. The girl started to moan as her tiny cunt was stretched further than it was meant to go. "Now this is going to hurt a little," he said and straight away drove through her hymen. The girl gasped, but the pain of the fucking was nothing to what she had felt up until now.

Paul pushed as much of his cock inside her as he could manage, which was more than half and then began to fuck her, slowly at first but he built up speed quickly. Paul fucked her for several minutes until her pained gasps turned into low moans, that was the sign to up the stakes. Pulling his cock out he picked up the dildo from the floor. Reinserting himself he continued fucking. Once back into a steady rhythm, he reached under between her ass cheeks and probed around with his finger until he found the tiny tight hole. He pushed his finger inside and was delighted with her pained moans.

Paul took his finger out and replaced it with the dildo, pushing the polished toy inside her dry. Hanna moaned loudly, and her vaginal muscles contracted with the pain in her ass. It was magnificent.

Paul kept this up for several minutes before he felt himself coming near the edge. Pushing the dildo as far as it would go Paul withdrew his cock from the child. Leaving the dildo in place he moved around the table and pushed his cock into her open mouth.

This girl was learning fast and began to suck on it albeit weakly. Paul just left her to it. It wasn't long before she brought Paul over the edge and he exploded in her mouth. Paul gripped the back of her head to stop her pulling off with shock, "Swallow it all,"

Terrified of more pain the girl gulped it down with an obvious look of disgust on her face.

Finally his cock deflated and Paul took it from her mouth and wiped the last few drops of cum onto her chin. "Damn me, you fucking child whore," he said, "You're the best fuck I've ever had."

Hanna just sobbed.

Paul yawned and stretched, and then started to clean up the blood. There was a lot of blood. He mopped it up with the child's torn dress, its not like she was going to need it anymore. As he worked Paul listened to the sweet music of the child's moans and sobs. Then they stopped.

Paul frowned. She was a small girl; maybe he'd killed her with the fucking. He looked up at the still child, the faint rise and fall of her chest told him she was still alive but he took her pulse to make sure. It was very weak, Paul sighed, he'd have Anne take a look at her in the morning. Paul carried on mopping up the blood from his body and the girl.

Once finished Paul carried the unconscious child back to the 'holding room'. He walked in and put his foot right into the puddle of piss that had formed in front of the door, it was times like this when he wished the floors weren't waterproof. As soon as Alice saw her tortured sibling she screamed, "What the fuck have you done to her you bastard,"

"She was a naughty girl and was punished," said Paul, "When she wakes up she'll tell you." He chuckled to himself as he gently laid her on the floor.

"You fucking asshole, she's only six."

"Is she dead?" asked Beth speaking for the first time since her mother's murder.

"No she's just tired," said Paul. He then pointed to Alice, "You, you fucking piss drinking slut, have got to learn to hold your fucking tongue. I think you might be a little too much trouble, like your fucking whore mother. What do you think will you be a good little piss drinking slut or should I just kill you now, and save me the trouble?"

The girl stared at Paul terror etched on her face.

"Well?"

Alice lowered her head and her shoulders began to shake she sobbed loudly, "I'm s-sorry," she murmured between sobs, "I'll be g-good."

"Right," said Paul, "Ten tell me, who pissed on my floor? And before you answer me remember I have cameras in this room and I will find out who did it. If you lie to me, I'm going to have to put you through some serious behaviour fixes. Just look at poor little Hanna, what I'll do to you will be ten times worse."

There was a stunned silence for several seconds. When someone did speak it was Beth; "Me and Alice did it."

Paul smiled, he turned to Alice, "Is this right?" he asked.

The teenager started to cry again, though probably of embarrassment this time, "We really needed to go," she said.

"You should have gone before we left yesterday," actually they had but that had been more than a day ago. "I'm going to have to punish you both for this, and you my young Alice slut, I'm going to punish twice to try and teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut until your fucking spoken to."

The teen opened her mouth to speak but closed it again realising it would only make matters worse for her.

Paul left the room only to return a minute later carrying two sets of leather cuffs two short lengths of rope, and a leather cord about four foot in length, half an inch wide and half an inch thick. We walked over to the door of the cage and unlocked it. "Now," he said, "You have a choice. You can do exactly what you are told and make no trouble, and I will whip you, or you can make trouble and I'll beat the shit out of you, rip your clothes off beat the shit out of you again hang you up beat the shit out of you again then I'll start your whipping," Paul took in a long breath and waited for their answer.

The girls quietly got out of the cage and stood facing their captor. "Well," said Paul.

Alice looked at Beth and then said, "W-we will do what you a-ask sir."

Paul smiled; his cock was back to attention pressing against his jeans. "I want both of you topless now," he said.

The girls looked at each other and stood motionless for several moments. Alice was the first to move taking off her blazer she dumped it at her feet and began to unbutton her blouse. With her sister moving Beth followed. She wore nothing under her blouse; she just shoved her hand into her pockets and shifted from foot to foot. Her belly was perfectly flat and her tits were just nubs on her chest.

Alice had a crop-top on under her shirt she looked up at Paul but he just stood there staring at her, tiny tits. Slowly Alice pulled the top over her head. Instinctively she covered her tits but when she dropped the top on the floor she dropped her hands to her stomach and then to her sides.

Paul moved over to the teenager and touched the nape of her neck. The girl flinched at his touch. Her whole body stiffened. That excited Paul even more. Slowly he moved his hand down her shuddering body, and took her left breast in his hand.

He stoked and caressed it gently and took the nipple in his fingers. He rolled it around a few times and then getting a good grip he twisted it savagely. Alice cried out, and her hand went to her tit. Paul let her pull on his hand but kept the grip on her nipple tight, thus the teen only caused herself more pain.

"Put your hands down." He told her.

"Please let go your hurting me," she pleaded.

"Put your hands down,"

It took Alice some effort to out her arms back to her sides, while Paul twisted and pulled on her nipple causing her to wince and wine with pain. "See," he said, "You can do what you are told. Now lets see if you can keep them there while I do your other tit."

Paul let go of her nipple and Alice clenched her fists determined not to move, despite this she still flinched when Paul began to caress her right tit.

He squeezed and played with it for a minute before taking the nipple between his fingers. Her whole body tensed in anticipation. Not wanting to disappoint the girl Paul twisted.

The girl gasped and let out a grunt of pain. Tears filled her eyes and her hands came up but with visible effort were put back down before touching either Paul or her tits. Paul released her nipple and smiled at her, "Now that's a good girl," he told her, "You could be good at this if you could only learn not to speak unless spoken to."

Paul leant forwards and planted his lips on hers, his tongue probed her at her mouth but the teenager kept it shut. Paul knew a way to make her respond. He pulled her close pressing her tiny tits into his chest. He ran his hands up her smooth back until they touched her hair. Then with both hands he gave it a sharp tug. The girl cried out, but as she opened her mouth Paul shoved his tongue in. Alice tried to pull away but Paul got hold of her head and kept it pressed against his face while he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Paul kept her there until he got board of it and withdrew leaving a string of spit hanging between their mouths. Wiping the slaver from his chin he ordered, "Off with the rest of your clothes, be good and don't cover up."

There was no choice other than to do what he wanted. To comply meant pain but to fight meant more pain, and the two girls were just too tired and hungry to fight. They quickly stripped off the last of their clothes and stood there with their hands at their sides, both girls blushed bright red as Paul inspected them. Beth looked a lot like Hanna only taller and with less baby fat. Not a single hair was present on her pussy.

Alice on the other hand although not much of a figure had the widening hips on a girl going through changes, and a short blond mat of hair on her pussy. That would have to go, but that would come later. "Alice I want you to fix up Hanna," Paul said, "Take off the nipple clamps and pull the pins out. Beth you come here."

Without a word Beth walked to Paul. The man ran his fingers down her stomach than through her child slit and finally inside her stopping when he ran into her hymen. The child barely registered the intrusion other than to shift from foot to foot.

Hanna however was crying again as the blood returned to her tortured nipples.

Paul pulled his finger out and ran it through her pussy searching out the little girl's clit. Once found he began to stoke it gently. That got a response, the child moaned with pleasure and instinctively, moved her hips back and forth. Paul took his finger from her cunt and pulled the girl close and began to run his hands all over the child's body. He pressed his mouth to hers and pressed his tongue against her lips. Having witnessed what he had done to her sister, Beth needed no forcing she opened her lips and let Paul french her.

Paul broke off when Hanna fell silent again. Alice held her baby sister's head in her lap and was stroking her hair. "Up you get," he told her.

Alice gently placed her sister's head back on the ground and stood up.

Paul retrieved the cuffs and handed a pair to each of the two girls, "Put them on and make them tight. Trust me you don't want them loose when I use them to hang you from the ceiling."

With out a sound the girls strapped the cuffs on. Once they were done Paul went to Beth and said, "I'm going to lift you up now I want you to put the chain of the cuffs into that hook." He pointed at a large hook bolted to the ceiling. There were three such hooks each specked three foot apart, "Is that okay,"

"Yes sir," she said.

Paul put both hands on her waist and lifted her effortlessly. The child hung the chain over the hook, and Paul let her down. Slowly her arms took the weight of her body. Finally Paul let her go and the girl hung by her wrists, that would seriously start hurting soon. Her feet hung almost two feet off the floor. Next he went to Alice and placed his hands on her waist and lifted her as if she were a doll.

With them both hung up and helpless Paul used the rope to tie their feet together to make sure they couldn't kick him. He bent over and picked up the leather cord and doubled it over. He approached Beth and stroked her across the back. After a second he hit her as hard as he could. The child let out a high pitched scream and her legs swung trying to get her away from the pain. Paul hit her again. "Ahhhh!" she screamed.

Paul hit her again.

"God," screamed the child, "Please stop,"

He hit her again.

"Please I'll be good I promise."

Five.

"Ahhhh, PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY," the girl cried.

"For fuck sake shut up we've barely started," said Paul and he hit her for a sixth time.

"Oh stop PEEEAASE STOP!"

Paul sighed, "You always just want to make things difficult," with that he dropped the whip and left the room only to return a minute later holding two ball-gags.

He took one of the gags and went over to Alice, "Open wide," he said.

The teen terrified of making things worse for her did as she was told. The ball was a bit of a tight fit but there wasn't much of a problem in getting it in and strapped behind her head. However Paul doubted it would be this easy with Beth.

He held the ball in front of her face and said, "Open up."

There was no way that the ball could fit into her tiny mouth so the child kept it shut and shook her head. Paul sighed, and punched the girl in the stomach. It wasn't hard but hard enough to give her a nasty bruise in an hour or two. The child tried to scream but the blow had forced all the air from her lungs. "Open your fucking mouth," he repeated.

This time Beth opened her mouth as wide as it would go. But that wasn't wide enough. Paul placed the gag between her teeth and slowly pushed it in stretching her jaw wider than it was supposed to go. The girl tried to scream but couldn't with her mouth obstructed by the ball pushing her jaw ever wider. Finally the widest part passed her teeth and the gag popped in "There," he said, "I bet now you wish you'd kept your mouth shut."

He didn't fasten the ball in there knowing full well the girl wouldn't be able to remove it if she wanted to. "Now shall we start from the beginning."

The girl cried in the gag and tried to say something but nothing but murmurs came past the gag. She struggled but with nothing with which to gain purchase the effort was in vain. He waited for to stop before stroking the welts he'd already raised on her ass. Paul pulled back his arm and struck her again. The gag muffled the girls scream. "That's much better," said Paul, and he whipped her ass eleven more times.

When he stopped the girl continued screaming her legs flailed uselessly in the air. Paul stood just out of reach until she calmed down. He walked round in front of her and said, "It's nearly done."

The girl stopped struggling and stared at him with puppy dog eyes, tears dripped from her chin onto her chest and mixed with the sweat that drenched her body.

The vision hit a chord with Paul's cock and it grew even harder, "Just twelve more to go," he said cheerfully.

The announcement started Beth struggling again, with renewed vigour. Paul whipped her across her almost flat chest. The girl's body tensed up in agony. Paul then whipped her across the tops of her thighs and pussy mound. Paul alternated between her tits and cut for all twelve blows. The end result was picture perfect. The striped child sobbed, her hands were discoloured from supporting her weight, and welts striped he chest, the tops of her thighs and her pussy mound. Every so often she would let out a pained whine. Paul knew that the muscles in her jaw were cramping due to being forced open for so long.

Paul giggled and moved to Alice, "Your turn pet. And you little fuck whore, because you said some nasty things to me you are going to get twice as many."

He gripped the cord and grinned, the Teenager began to struggle but there was nowhere to go.

Paul stood back to admire his work, the girl was barely conscious her had hung against her chest, her eyes were open but glazed over, she took shallow but steady breaths, but other than that she didn't move but just hung suspended inches off the floor. Blood and sweat dripped from her toes. The blood came from her ass and lower back. Several of the lashed had broken the skin and blood flowed slowly trickling down her legs. She would live.

Paul turned to Beth the girl was sobbing loudly her arms and jaw were really hurting. "Do you want to get down from there?" he asked her.

The child nodded.

"Do you want to get that thing out?"

Nodded again.

"Would you do anything to get it out and get down?"

The girl nodded.

"We'll see," he said, and lifted her down.

The girl looked at him while shifting her arms trying to get feeling back in her hands. Paul gripped the gag and slowly started to pull it from her mouth. The girl moaned in pain, but wanted it out so bad that she kept still. It was easier getting the thing out than it had been getting it in, after some coercion the gag popped out and the girl closed her stiff jaw. "Now darling why did I do that to you?"

The girl was quiet for a few seconds before she said, "Because I peed on the floor."

"That's a clever girl, now I can continue to punish you, or you can make it better,"

The girl nodded, "How do I make it better?" she asked.

Paul smiled, "Now that's easy you've got to put the piss back again."

That confused the child and she looked at the puddle in front of the door. "How?" she asked.

"You drink it you stupid bitch," said Paul.

The child pulled a face, "But that's..."

Paul cut her off, "If you'd rather go back up there I can start again on you," he said, "I was trying to be easy on you."

The girl backed away from him, "I'll do it," she said quickly, "But Alice made some of it."

Paul held up the gag and the child hurried over to the puddle. Kneeling beside it she looked at the yellow liquid, then up at Paul, "Put your head down and lick it up," he said.

The girl put her head down and stuck her tongue out, dipping the tip into the piss puddle; she slowly took a lick swallowing the small amount of liquid. She gagged and heaved. "Hurry up we don't have all night."

At the warning the girl began lapping at the puddle. Trying to lick up the puddle coupled with the child's constant heaving and gagging it took her quite a while to drink it all but Paul just watched her until she cleaned it all up. When she finished she looked up at Paul. All the colour had drained from her face, and she looked nauseous. Paul smiled, "Good girl, you can have a lay down in your cage if you want."

Paul looked up at Alice she was still in the same state, but Paul wanted to fuck her now. Paul lifted the teen down and put her on her feet, but had to hold her there to stop her from collapsing. He slapped her hard across the face. The girl's head came up. She blinked a few times her eyes coming to focus of Paul's grinning face. She looked like she'd just woken up. "Can you stand?" he asked her.

Alice nodded, and Paul let her go. She wobbled a bit but stayed on her feet. Leaving her there, Paul picked up the nipple clamps that he'd used on her little sister. It would save him finding another pair.

He took hold of the chain that held her hands together, "Come on then," he said and led her from the room. He took one last look at his two other toys. Hanna was asleep or unconscious, sprawled on the hard floor, Beth was lent against the cage looking like she was going to be sick. She hadn't eaten in almost two days and Paul didn't think she could even if she wanted to. He closed the door and locked it. He pulled on the chain and Alice obediently came along behind him.

He pulled her into a room nine foot by twelve. A wooden table with a single stool stood at one end and a bed with only a thin mattress on it was at he other. Paul pointed at the stool, "Take a seat," he said.

The girl stared at the stool but didn't move. She turned to look at Paul with pleading eyes and moaned something into the gag.

Paul grabbed her ass and the girl cried out as the pain laced back through her tortured buttocks. "I can make it even more uncomfortable if you like," he said.

The girl walked forwards and turning around to face Paul she perched gently on the edge of the stool. Paul walked forwards and slapped her across the face, "Sit," he said.

Crying the girl sat on the stool. She moaned loudly as her tortured ass pressed against the hard wood. "Now stay there," he told her, and left the room locking the door behind him.

He returned moments later carrying several lengths of nylon wire with large fish hooks on either end (The kind used for big fresh water fish like carp and Pike,) he also carried a box filled with weights.

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