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Original posting date: 
Monday PM, October 01, 2001

A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: sammysa3.txt
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Story_codes: Mf/ preteen/anal/tort.

Story_intro: Sammy meets some of my toys




The abduction of Sammy

Written by rupert

part 3


	After I had cleaned the child up, and removed her catheter- (allowing her to vent a swollen belly-full of my stinking piss), I continued with the torture.

	On the table, I had arranged a series of thin wooden dildos; each one terminating in a tiny, but realistically shaped cock-head.

	The thickness of these dildos ranged from a thin 'pencil' size, up through eight stages, to the thickness of a broom stale.

	After liberally greasing the first and thinnest dildo up, I parted the child's cunt-lips and started to slide it into her tight piss-slit.

	The little girl started to whimper, begging me not to hurt her again. Laughing at her distress, I slid the full six-inch length deep into her bladder.

	The catheter had already made her little piss- tube sore, and so she resumed her high-pitched screaming. Slowly, but firmly, I started to fuck her with the dildo, ensuing that the complete length entered her bladder with each stroke.

	After a few minutes of firm fucking, I removed the dildo, to replace it with the next size up.

	This time, I increased the period of her fucking, making it last five minutes. The tiny child's screaming became shriller.

	Finally, after more than one hour, the largest dildo was sliding in and out of Sammy's awesomely stretched red and sore piss-hole, gripping the greasy wood tightly, and with a lewd, slurping sound at each outward stroke. 

	The child could only emit a low moan now, and occasionally beg me, in a cracked and tiny voice, to take it out of her. Her pleas only served to make me fuck her harder and faster in that unnatural way.

	Having had enough of this game, I taped the dildo firmly into her crotch, as I wanted to keep her stretched well open for later.

	The previous evenings, I had for hours, while Sammy slept, wandered an area well frequented by prostitutes, collecting all of the used condoms that I could find, which had amounted to more than one hundred.

	As I emptied the contents of my finds into a glass jug, I noticed with satisfaction that most of the condoms appeared to have their contents intact. Indeed, some of the girl's clients must have been saving up for weeks, judging by the amount of dirty white, viscous cum swelling the gossamer rubber sheaths. 

	I also thought that some of the condoms might have been a few weeks old, due to the awful smell that emanated from a good few of them.

	Propping little Sammy's head up with a cushion, I held the jug close to the child's face.

	As her well-freckled, tiny nine-year-old snub nose wrinkled with disgust, I explained quietly and slowly to the child, that in future this would be her only source of food, and that she WOULD drink it, and that if she was sick, wasted any, or spilt any, that I would cane her severely for a whole day.

	 And then, as I laughingly suggested that she pray that those street girls get busy milking men to save her from starving to death,

	I placed the jug at her lips, and ordered the child to drink. Gagging, she swallowed rapidly, the rancid mess causing the small girl to choke, as it clung to the back of her throat.

	After she had drunk about a quarter of the spunk, I stopped, allowing her time to clear her jism-clotted throat. 

	Five minutes later, I resumed her meal to the next quarter, always being careful to hold the jug under her nose, allowing her to smell the aroma during her little rest breaks.

	Finally, the last quarter slithered down the child's gagging throat, accompanied by her sobs.

	Lunch over; it was time to stretch one of the little girl's other tiny holes. I took from the table a novel toy that I had picked up abroad. It was a shiny black dildo, the size of a large cock,( although much longer), and with an over-sized, viciously flanged mushroom head. In itself the thing looked formidable enough, but it had a couple of surprises in store. Hanging from the end by tubes were two rubber bulbs. The first surprise was that it was inflatable. The second surprise, the one bulb was filled with an extremely hot pepper sauce mixture, thick and viscous, which could be squirted out in imitation of 'cumming'.

	After greasing the toy carefully, and gagging the slut (I was tired of her screaming now, and wanted to work in peace), I examined her small anus. The flesh around her little brown button was badly bruised from my previous raping, and her hole still gaped slightly, seemingly unable to return to it's previously tight state. I greased it up well; Sammy flinched and moaned mournfully as my finger slid inside her rectum, greasing her bruised insides.  

	I proceeded to slide my toy into the girl's tender bowels, and she started to sob heavily at the familiar, painful feeling as her rectum stretched widely to accommodate the cold, unyielding rubber. Once about six inches had slid into her, it appeared to come up against an obstruction, whether shit, or the end of her rectum I didn't know. I didn't care either. Slowly, I started to fuck her with the dildo, enjoying the sight of the 

	Child's sucking anus, clinging wetly around the black, pumping shaft on it's relentless journey, in and out of her small body.

	I was dissatisfied with her ability to take more that the six inches, and so I started to force more inside her with every stroke. Coupled to this, a few pumps on the inflation bulb followed.

	 The child's eyes flew wide at this, and she began screaming hysterically from behind her gag.

	 A few more pumps.

	 The 'cock was unnatural in size now, as It ploughed into her, her anus like a tight rubber ring vainly gripping the huge thickness invading her.

	Yet more pumps, and I was now forcing more than ten inches into her little belly, the obstruction had lessened. I could see a light film of blood from somewhere inside her, coating the massive shaft.

	I pumped some more. It was truly awesome now.

	 The contrast between the child's skinny legs, and puny, widely parted, pale bum cheeks with the glistening black piston filling her belly.

	 And, of course, not to forget the wooden dildo widely stretching the little girl's piss slit, her clit hood stretched around it, tight, red, and shiny.

	More pumping. Why doesn't the little cunt's anus burst? I ask myself, but still it endeavours to accommodate the thick invader, the brown ring intact, if turning purple from the pressure on it.

	It would be a shame to ruin her just yet, I decided, plenty more fucking left in there.

	And so I whispered in her ear-" I'm cumming now, darling", and squeezed the other bulb, flooding her tortured insides with about a cup-full of burning, viscous liquid.

	The shaft slid out easily, (still inflated), until it reached the massive, and now bloody, thickly flanged, mushroomed head. 

	As I attempted to pull the monster free, I was laughing my self silly.

	I was lifting the little bitch off the table by her anus! She was alternating between grunting and screaming, as she strove to shit the beast out of her body.

	Finally, the little girl's bum-hole gave one final, gigantic stretch, and the black mushroom popped out, accompanied by a rush of shit, blood, and the burning fluid that I had injected deep into her damaged bowels.

	

	 

	

	

	

	

	

	

	

	

	

	









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