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                       ***** WARNING *****

     The following text file contains sexual situations which
may not meet every one's reading expectations.  If you are
offended by Children having sex, Children having sex with other
children, incest, B&D,  S&M or Children being tortured.  Then
you will want to exit this file right now and DELETE IT
IMMEDIATELY, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!

     You will not hurt my feelings if this type of material
offends you and you delete it from your system.



If you are a really twisted fuck, then read on and enjoy the
story.

This story is a fantasy written for ADULT entertainment only. If
you don't want children harmed by this material, then do not
show it to them.  Any endeavor to reenact or reproduce any of
these stories in real life may be illegal or carry certain
restrictions. For example: In some parts or South America and
Africa you would need parental consent before doing many of the
thing depicted in this story. In other countries you would not
need parental consent as long as you worked for the government
or military. The Author, of course knows the difference between
fantasy and reality and assumes no liability for such actions.

             

                         WARNING!!!!

     This story, in 10 parts is about a young (12 yr.) girl who
is abducted by a stranger. She is then systematically tortured
for several weeks. She then joins with her abuser in a classic
example of  "Embracing the corrupter" Together they capture 
more children (5 yr.. to 17 yr..) and torture them to death.  As
of the 10th chapter they now have 4 children working together
abducting, raping, torturing and discarding/selling young bodies
as fast as they can process them. You may feel that this is an
EXTREMELY sick story so if this description doesn't sound like
your cup of tea. Delete it immediately! 



The Shoplifter Part 3


The next morning I woke Kimmy up early, I had to go to the
hardware store to prepare for that week. I had been laying next
to Kimmys young and sexy 12 year old body. She was asleep,
snuggled into me and I just rolled her over, and started pushing
my cock into her tight little pussy. She was a bit startled and
it took a little while for her juices to start flowing enough to
make my forced? entrance possible.  We fucked for over an hour
and Kimmy came a least 3 times. Finally, I rolled off of her and
told her that today I wanted answers.



Kimmy started crying and saying that she really don't know what
happened to my stuff. I just took her by the arm and walked her
to the computerized torture table. The one she had experienced
already. She tried to pull away and she was screaming now as I
twisted her arm behind her and pushed her onto the table.  I
wrapped the wide waist strap around her, then I turned her over
so that she was on her back. I then tightened the strap and just
watched her for a moment.  "I want to know where my stuff is.
Those bitches and you know where it is. NOW TELL ME!" I shouted
as I showed her the pictures again. "I, I Don't knowwww, No!
No!" Kimmy cried as I grabbed her left arm and proceeded to
strap it down. "where did you and your friends hide my stuff? "I
asked as I strapped her other arm down.  "I don't kn.. They
aren't my friends. I don't know them."  "Wrong answer" I said as
I produced the vaginal cavity probe. "Oh no! NO!" she screamed
as I tied her legs to eyebolts in the ceiling. "No! no! don't
put that thing in me!.. PLEASE!" Kimmy cried as I put KY jelly
along it's length. 12 year old Kimmy had her trim upper body
strapped to the table while her slender legs were lifted up,
exposing her cunt to what ever I wanted it for. I enjoyed her
panic attack immensely but then I told her: "Now, you just calm
down. It's not that bad, in fact, I think a slut like you might
enjoy this just a little bit. Shall we see?"

With that I touched the tip of the probe to her vagina and
gently pressed the probe 1/4 way into her sweet womanhood. I
pulled it back, then pressed it forward as I invaded her pussy
again and again. I kept this up until I saw that her pussy
juices were starting to flow. "How does it feel?" I asked as I
continued to rape this child with the probe. "O, OK." She gasped
as her hips moved slightly with the rhythm. I moved a hand to
her breast and took hold of her nipple. I started firmly
squeezing her nipple as I slid the probe in and out. "How does
this feel honey?" I asked as I increased pressure on her tender
young breast. "It HURTS!" she gasped as I continued to invade
her body. "Just think about your pussy and how good it feels
down there. Let go of your tit. Let me have the rest of your
body while you concentrate on the good feelings down in your
snatch. OK?" I said as I squeezed harder on her tity. "Oh, it
hurts. the pain, it hurts" She said as I reached over to the
computer and turned the vibrator in the probe on. "OHHHH!" she
gasped as the vibrations stimulated her pussy. "Ohhh!" She
breathed as  I pinched her nipple as hard as I could. She was
moaning with pleasure now as I pumped the probe into her willing
body. I reached over and took a few alligator clips and began
attaching them to both of her nipples. She would stiffen as they
clamped down, but I would turn up the vibrator and thrust it
farther into her snatch. Pretty  soon I slowed down on the
pumping and watched her face as she dealt with both pleasure and
pain at the same time. I turned the probe down to it's lowest
setting, I then released her legs from the ceiling and placed a
wooden block into the slot in the table. I then pressed the
dildo up against this to keep in her snatch while I strapped her
lovely legs into place. Kimmy lay there, breathing deeply,
feeling the pain from her nipples and the pleasure from the
probe. Her hips started grinding against the probe as I
unclipped the alligator clamps from her breasts. I licked her
nipples and ran my hands all around them as she adjusted to this
new situation. "Now, keep concentrating on the good feelings and
this won't be so bad, OK?" I told my soon to be S&M kitten. I
pulled up a chair and sat down as I watched Kimmys reaction to
the probe. I turned it up a bit and started placing larger clips
to her hard nipples. "OH!, OH! that HURTS. it hurts! stop!" She
cried. "Just think about your pussy honey." I told her as I
placed another clamp slowly onto her left nipple. "OH! ohhh!,
oohhhh!"  she said as I turned up the vibrator and attached a
third clamp to the same nipple. I adjusted the vibrator as she
pressed herself into it. All the while I'm placing more clamps
to her tender young breasts. After I had five on each breast, I
stopped placing clamps and rubbed her stomach as I monitored her
reaction. Her tender young face was awash in pain and pleasure
as she concentrated on her snatch and the good feelings down
there. Higher and lower I turned the power to the vibrator as
Kimmy started approaching an orgasm. She was panting and a sheen
of sweat broke out on her whole body as the abuse started having
it's intended affect. Kimmys leg muscles were flexing  as she
tried to stimulate her pussy more than the dildo was doing for
her. I slowly turned the power to the vibrator down as I slowly
attached another clamp right on top of the first clamp on her
nipple. "OH!" she gasped. "Urg! OOOhh!" she groaned again as I
slowly increased her pain and turned the vibrator off. "OH! OHH!
AEEIIIIiiiii!" young Kimmy screamed as I squeezed the double
clamp together with my fingers. "Ah! AaaHhhh!" she continued to
groan as I slowly increased her pain by twisting the clamp. 
Harder and harder I squeezed and twisted while closer and closer
Kimmy came to orgasm. until finally, she bucked and stretched
and screamed and stretched again as the most powerful feeling
her young body had ever felt took hold of her and shook her to
her very soul. Her whole body twitched and shuddered as I
released the clamp and turned the vibrator on to full power. I
quickly removed all of the clamps while she was still in the
throes of ecstasy. Young Kimmys body jerked and thrashed about
for about two minutes as every ounce of her strength was
converted into pleasure and drained from her body. I removed the
probe from her sopping wet vagina and just sat there with a
smile on my face as Kimmy caught her breath. I let her rest for
about 1/2 hour as I watched her come to terms with this new
feeling she had discovered that day. 

"Did you like that?" I asked. After I had changed video tapes.
"I, uh" She started before I interrupted "Of course you did
dear, nothing to feel ashamed of. Sometimes pain feels good.
Sometimes it feels good to give it, and sometimes it feels good
to receive it. Don't you agree?" I asked as I strapped her legs
back into place at the foot of the table. "But, Now that you've
experienced pain that YOU enjoy, it's time for some more pain
that I like to give. unless you have decided to talk little
girl....



"Please, you have the wrong girl! I don't know anything! I can't
take any more!" she sobbed as I started attaching the wires.
"Oh, Who should I have here then huh? who should I ask about my
stuff? you are lying to me." I told her while I  finished the
hookup and started the calibration routine.  "I would tell you
if I knew! I would help you any way I could!  But I don't know
anything." Kimmy cried. "Well, we'll see if this helps your
memory dear. I thought that a little pleasure would get you to
cooperate with me, but, I see that I was wrong." as I set the
machine to 25 % and  pushed the start button. "AAiiieeeee!"
Kimmy screamed and the first voltages entered her young and
tender body. "EEEiiiiiiiAAAaaaa!" she cried again. "Maybe I
should ask your friends where my stuff is huh?" I ventured. "Ah,
Ah Yes. ask them! I don't know, I don't KnoAAEEIIIII!" "Well,
you are here Kimmy, your friends aren't so I guess that you need
to talk." I told her.  I turned the power up to 50% and watched
for about 15 minutes as Kimmy thrashed about and gave my machine
a workout. She kept saying that She didn't know and to ask the
other girls. "Maybe you don't know." I said. "I don't I REALLY
DON'T Kimmy gasped as her body continued to take abuse. "How
would I get them here to talk to them?" I asked Kimmy as I
turned and left the basement. I had to get the stuff from the
hardware store. The machine would keep young Kimmy entertained
until I got back. I had it set for 1 hour and 50 minutes. It
would stop in about an hour and a half, when it was done. I
would watch it later from the video tape. I bought some lumber
and a box of long wood screws. and some other things including a
box of 12 blank video tapes.



When I came back, the machine had stopped.  Kimmy was laying on
the table exhausted from her ordeal. "How am I going to get my
stuff back?" I asked Kimmy. "I'll help you" she replied weakly.
"Good answer, we can put you to work and help pay off what you
owe me."  I said as I unhooked her from the machine, bathed her
and took her back to bed.



Later that night, after Kimmy recovered sufficiently from her
ordeal, We started planning how we were going to grab those two
rotten bitches that would let Kimmy suffer for something they
did.



Over the next week, Kimmy and I talked about the things we would
do to those bitches even if they came right out and told us what
we wanted to know. After all, They should pay for how they
treated Kimmy. Letting her scream in agony for a week while they
had fun and stole more stuff. We just HAD to put a stop to what
they were doing. 



Kimmy and I built a rack, it was 8 feet long and 4 feet wide. At
the foot, there was a 4x4 mounted. Through the 4x4, a rope ran
from a leather ankle cuff through the 4x4, along the width of
the foot piece and back through a hole to another ankle cuff. At
the head there was a similar rope attached to leather wrist
cuffs. the center of this rope was attached  to two turnbuckles
and an inline 1 ton scale.  This led to a hand ratcheting winch.



We also built 3 sets of stocks. These were made from 2x6's.  The
bottom piece had two cutouts for the victims ankles. Then the
second piece would swing shut on it's hinge and latch with a
locking hasp. These where attached to 5 ft 2 X 4's that ran from
the feet to just behind the victims ass.  There were also 2x4's
connecting the long 5 ft pieces underneath. This would hold the
victim if I were to suspend the whole thing from the ceiling but
would allow access to the backs of the legs and ass areas. The
neck/ wrist assembly fit onto these 5 ft. 2x4's. This part could
be adjusted to fit the victim. The Victim would sit on the floor
and place their feet in the stocks. the wrist/neck piece could
be attached first if needed and then pulled and stretched
towards the feet and secured.  There was also a board the fit
above the knees to keep the legs straight. This design left the
victims back exposed.  I made all the cutouts except the neck in
the shape of V's, this way I could adjust for smaller victims by
placing a spacer block under the cutout. 



"Time to test it!" I announced as I lifted Kimmys Tee-shirt over
her head. She knew better that to resist as I sat her down and
placed her tender feet into the stocks. I then held up the next
section and had Kimmy place her neck and both wrists into their
slots. I swung it shut, latched it and pulling just a little
forward, secured it to the two 2x4's at just below Kimmys knees.
"How does it feel Kimmy? A little cramped is it? good."



"I noticed that you are ticklish." I said as lay down near her
feet. Kimmys toes curled and uncurled as I softly stroked her
tender soles. She struggled even though she knew it would do no
good. She was jerking with her head and wrists, trying to stop
the tickle torture I was inflicting on her feet. I then reached
under her armpits and really got her going. after about an hour
of this I asked Kimmy if she would rather be tickled for another
hour or have clamps put on her tities while she was having her
feet burned. She chose the clamps and burning. I told her that
we would save the rough stuff for the other girls and I that I
appreciated her help. It was 20 minutes before Kimmy recovered
enough to continue working.


We also cleaned out one of my rooms in the basement to use as a
dungeon. In here, we mounted chains to the walls and ceiling.
While Kimmy mostly worked on the dungeon, I had some electrical
work to do. I pulled out my old exercise equiptment. I had a
treadmill, An all in one Soloflex type bench press and,  An
exercise bike. I attached a heavy rope to the ceiling also. It
wasn't really high because even though my basement had 8 &1/2
foot ceilings and I had to use a chair to attach things, It was
only 8 & 1/2 feet. But it would do for my purposes. I built a
signal processing device and attached it to the computerized
torture table. I then attached sensors to the exercise equipment
and put a small push-button on the ceiling 2 feet from the rope.
The top of rope button was designed to prove that a child had
climbed the rope. the treadmill and bike sensors sent a signal
when 10 miles per hour was maintained. The Bench press, because
it was an all-in-one unit, had a magnet/reed switch sensor that
would signal a full stroke


Then, we were ready. 

We drove the 30 miles in silence. Kimmy and I had already
cruised the neighborhood so we knew what to do. After dirtying
up the car and obscuring the license plates,  I drove up to one
of the abandoned houses and pulled into the driveway. I then
walked to the door and opened it.  I had already made sure that
the door would open. I went to the garage and pushed the button
for the automatic door opener and pulled the car inside. Once
inside, I unloaded the card table and other stuff. We put the
ice cream in the freezer (It was working because I plugged it in
the day before.) and set the paper plates out on the folding
card table.

Then Kimmy and I got back in the car and left.  We went to the
area where I had taken the pictures a week before.  As we
watched, the kids came by on their way home from school. We
pulled up next to them, rolled down the window and told them
that we had just moved into the house at the end of the street
and would they like to stop by for some ice cream? They would?
great! We were just going to the store to get bedsheets and
stuff but that could wait until we had met our new neighbors...

I parked the car and closed the garage door. we went inside and
waited. They didn't all come at the same time. first there was 2
boys seven & nine years old. No one else was coming so I took
them to wash up. I led them into the back bedroom and used the
stungun to take the fight out of them.  I used prepared nylon
ties and gags to tie their hands and feet and to keep them quiet
while I waited for the others. As I was leaving the back
bedroom, the next victim arrived, she was about 10 years old and
had her little sister with her. "Hi, my name is Jack, how old
are you? .. Six huh. well come on back and I'll show you were to
wash up before we start eating the ice cream." Two more down.
But the two we were looking for weren't here yet, oh! here they
come now. I was dishing up ice cream as the two girls came in
with three boys from the neighborhood. introductions went around
as we ate. 3 minutes later a seven year old girl arrived with
her 5 year old sister. I handed  bowls of ice cream to them as
we continued to talk about us just moving in from Portland. the
14 year old "Cristy" was kind of hopping from foot to foot so I
showed her where the bathroom was, The 15 year old came also. As
I opened the door to the back bedroom I went in and stepped
aside while pointing to the back where the bathroom was. the
first girl saw the bond forms laying on the floor and stopped
just when I hit her in the gut. As she dropped to her knees I
hit the other one and closed the door. I had gags on them before
they could catch their breath. I then tied their wrists and
ankles.

This was getting out of hand, I had too many kids! "Hey! where
are the others?" I asked as I walked back to the kitchen area.
"You three boys, go invite some more kids. we have plenty of ice
cream. Take yours with you."  they went leaving the 5 & 7 year
old girls. I went to the back room and got 4 sets of my prepared
bondage equiptment. I returned to the living room and looked out
the window and saw that no one was coming yet. I quickly zapped
and bound the two girls with Kimmy's help and took them out to
the car. I placed them on the floor in the back seat because of
their size. I then returned  to the house and started carrying
the other children. I got the 15 & 16 year olds first and laid
them down in the trunk. I went back in the house as a 17 year
old beauty arrived looking for the 5 year old whom she was
babysitting. " she's in the bathroom washing up I told her as I
looked out the window. slam! right in the stomach and she was
mine too. in the trunk she went as I hurried to get the rest of
them. After stuffing the last one into the trunk I took Kimmy by
the hand and led her to the car. I left the garage door open as
I left the house. I saw 4 children coming  up to the house, so I
stopped and told them that I had to run to the store for some
cookies and to go ahead and dig in and help themselves until we
came back. As they headed into the house, I headed out of the
neighborhood and back toward home.



Man! Nine children! 2 boys 7 & 9 years old. Three YOUNG girls 5,
6 &7 years old.  A ten year old, the 14 & 15 year olds and of
course the 17 year old babysitter. 



I wasn't quite prepared to explain what I was doing with 9
trussed up bodies in my car so after a quiet stop at a self
serve car wash, I drove the 30 miles carefully until I reached
the house. Once there I put Kimmy to work in the dungeon. As I
brought each one down to her, her job was to cut the nylon ties
loose, take each one to the bathroom using the stungun if
necessary, then she was to use handcuffs to secure each one to a
chain in the dungeon. Luck was with me as I counted the sets of
handcuffs - I had enough. Kimmy was told not to talk to them and
as I lifted each one from the trunk, I told them that they were
being held until I found the one who took my stuff and that if
they spoke out of turn they would be punished. 



It took an hour to get them all down there and secured. But
finally it was done.  The 17 year old was last and I handled her
myself. I stood with Kimmy and inspected our group. They all
looked scared and several of them were crying. I told them to
shut up and when they didn't I told Kimmy to make them be quiet.
She didn't know what to do so I suggested that she put a gag on
the noisy ones and then use the stungun to punish them until
they were quite. Kimmy was nervous at first but as she was
working on her second child I came up behind her and rubbed her
shoulders and patted her butt. This seem to put her at ease and
she renewed her efforts with gusto. "When the master says SHUT
UP. he means SHUT UP!" Kimmy would say to them as she pressed
the stungun into their faces or their crotches. Finally there
was just some general whimpering and I made my speech "You are
all here because some of you have been stealing from the store I
own and you will all be here until I get my stuff back! Do you
understand?" "You will not speak unless spoken to, or you will
be punished." I went to each one and asked if they understood.
They all seemed to.

"Now get some sleep. We'll have a long day ahead of us
tomorrow." I said as I started to leave.

"But it's cold! and I'm hungry!" cried the 6 year old. 

"What's your name little one?  Mary? And what's your name?" I
asked the 5 year old sitting next to her.

"Julie? Well, Mary, why don't you behave yourself like Julie and
just go to sleep"

"Because I'm cold and hungry and this floor is hard and dirty."



I left the room and returned with some rope. I ran two lines
through a couple of eyebolts three feet apart in the ceiling and
let them hang about 2 feet from the floor. The other ends I tied
to a hand ratcheting winch and hooked it to an eyebolt in the
wall. I then produced the radiator hose clamps.



"Mary, It's time for your punishment now." I told the frightened
child as I unlocked her from the chain.

"No! I'm sorry! I'll be good!" Mary pleaded as I started
unbuttoning her shirt. 

"Too late for that my dear" I explained as I wrestled her out of
her shirt.

She was a cutie all right. she had brown hair framing her
angelic face, and smooth tan skin broken only by her two cute
little bud like nipples sticking out of her otherwise smooth
chest. 

I held her in my arms as I maneuvered her arm behind her back.
She felt wonderful as she struggled. However, her screaming was
starting to get to me. "Kimmy! put a gag on this bitch will you
please" I directed as I looped two hose clamps together and slid
one of the loops over Marys right thumb. As Kimmy awkwardly
placed a ball gag on this 6 year old child, I used a screwdriver
to tighten the hose clamp around Marys thumb just behind the
knuckle. I tightened it enough so that it wouldn't slip off but
not tight enough to cause severe pain. that would come later for
this noisy child. I had Kimmy hold her other arm while I
attached a hose clamp pair around Marys left thumb. I then
inspected my work. Young Mary, stripped to the waist, shivering
slightly with the cold looking at the rings around her thumbs.
She was probably wondering what they were for.... 

I reached up and took one of the ropes and tied it though the
hose clamp that was attached to Marys thumb. I did the same with
the other one.  Then I went to the wall and took up the slack in
the ropes. Marys eyes went wide as she realized what I was going
to do. Mary was now standing with her cute little arms in the
air, almost as high as she could reach. 

"Now, Mary, Time to get undressed."  I said

I removed her shoes and socks first. Mary had to balance on one
foot while I worked.

"I wonder if you are ticklish?" I asked as I gently stroked the
bottom of her tender young foot. Yes, Mary was ticklish I
realized as Mary kicked and strained and caused herself pain by
pulling down with her arms. I stopped ticking her foot and
watched her form for awhile. Then I unbuttoned her pants and
slowly slid them down her supple legs to the floor. I had her
step out of them and immediately went for her panties. I cupped
her round buttocks in my hands and caressed them for a minute
before hooking my thumbs into her waist band and slid this last
bit of protection from Marys helpless young body. Mary looked
beautiful! her smooth skin glowing in weak lighting cast from a
single bare overhead bulb. Her pouting pussy lips were larger
than I expected for a child this age and I ran my hand up her
leg to her snatch. She tried to back away but had nowhere to go.
I caressed her snatch for awhile.

Mary stood there sobbing through her gag. I stood up and removed
the gag because ticking someone is no fun if you can't hear them
trying to scream. Placing my hands on each side of her chest, I
pressed my thumbs into her tender young armpits and just held
them while Marys own struggling got her started. "He, he, oh!
stop it! oh! ah. No! don't hurt me! ah aaahh, ohh"  Mary laughed
while I started digging my thumbs into her flesh. She was
bucking and pulling her arms down and screaming in pain when she
had the breath. I worked on her armpits and sides and the backs
of her legs while she struggled. After about 5 minutes, Mary
wasn't reacting as much to the ticking so I stopped and let her
rest a bit. After 5 minutes I went to the strap and clicked it
tighter until she had to stand on her tip toes to relieve the
pain racing down her arms from her thumbs. "Would you rather
sleep on the dirty cold floor? Or would you rather sleep
standing up?" I asked Mary as I watched the tendons in her naked
legs flex with her attempts to stay on her tip toes. The strain
was showing in her young face as she screwed up her features
with the effort. I needed a picture of this so I got the still
camera and snapped a few. I had forgotten the video camera but
suddenly, I had an idea. "Kimmy go get the camera will you
honey?" I played with Mary while Kimmy scooted out on her
errand. When Kimmy returned, I showed her how to operate the
camera and told her to film everything that happened to Mary.
Meanwhile Mary was not having fun. Her panting cries for mercy
had turned into screams of pain as her legs weakened and could
no longer keep the pressure off of her thumbs. Spittle was
running down her slim body as she screamed in pain. Kimmy was
obediently filming and the other children were staring in
shocked concern as I went to the ratchet and slowly tightened
the rope so that Marys little body was lifted off of the floor.
One good thing about torturing children I realized, is that 
their lightweight little bodies can take abuse that would tear
the limbs off of an adult. Poor Mary was now kicking her legs
and screaming to be let down But that was not to come yet.

 A thin trail of blood was flowing from her right thumb, down
her arm and was just reaching her elbow. I watched Marys body
react to this torture the way a mother might watch her child run
a race. I wanted to share every moment, every emotion and every
pain as her body trembled and her legs kicked uselessly. I
reached out and squeezed Marys buttocks with both hands. Her
reaction took me by surprise. She wrapped both of her legs
around my chest and held me tightly. I let her use me for
support as I licked my finger and sent it to explore young Marys
asshole. It was a fine asshole as assholes go.  There wasn't
much resistance as I slid my finger in and out. While I was
doing this I kissed Mary on the lips. It wasn't easy because she
was still screaming, but I continued to kiss her and my tongue
searched out her tongue between screams. The distraction seemed
to help Mary because she wasn't screaming as much now. I turned
my hand and started exploring Marys young pussy with my thumb
while my finger continued to play with her anus. It felt slick
as I slid it along the inner sides of her young folds. I turned
my hand to get better leverage and started pinching into both
her Pussy and anus with my thumb and forefinger. I was trying to
stick my thumb into her vagina but I couldn't find the opening.
I needed  more leverage I realized as I slid my middle finger
into her ass as well and groped and pinched the way you would
pick up a 6 pack of beer. Mary was not liking this but who asked
her anyway?  Finally, I got a good grip and I felt my thumb
enter her love canal. I pinched and groped until my fingers got
tired and then stopped. I let Mary hang again as I went to the
bathroom to wash my hands. Even over the water I could hear
Marys renewed cries of pain. I gathered up an electric cord and
returned to the dungeon. The dungeon was designed as a sleeping
area for victims waiting to be tortured but, an example needed
to be made, and Mary was it tonight.  When I entered the room,
there was a hush from the kids as they saw the electric cord in
my hand. They probably thought that I was going to plug it in
and electrocute young Mary as she hung, suspended from the
ceiling by her thumbs. No way! I have more class that that. I
doubled the cord over twice and held one end as I approached my
victim. Poor Mary was hanging still, trying to scream but only
getting out a wavering whine. The blood from her thumb was
starting to dry but had now flowed onto her chest. There was a
little blood on her legs as well from another source. I had
slowly gotten aroused by what I was doing to Mary. My penis was
rock hard as I pulled back the electric cord and swung it with
all my strength at Marys waist. "EEEaaaaiiiii" she wailed as I
pulled back for another swing. Eiiiaaaahhhh" she screamed again
and again as I whipped her back, tummy, ass, and legs. The legs
were the best, a good swing would cause the cord to completely
encircle her thigh. The pain would cause her whole body to jerk
and of course, she was now finding the strength to give a decent
scream. I whipped her as hard as I could. I wanted her to pass
out from the pain. Harder and harder I whipped her defenseless
body as it hung from the ceiling. Louder and louder she screamed
as her 6 year old body absorbed the pain. Finally, My arm got
tired so I stopped. Mary hung there screaming her little head
off as blood flowed from both thumbs and dripped onto the floor.

Kimmy was still filming like a good little girl. I let Mary hang
for a few minutes while I ran another rope through the eyebolt
in the shower. When I came back, Mary was just hanging still,
whimpering. I loosened the ratchet and lowered her abused body
to the floor. I then cut the ropes attached to her thumbs and
carried her into the shower. Mary started screaming again with
fear as I threaded the new rope into both thumb clamps and
tightened the rope so that she was again standing  but with her
arms just a little bit over her head. I turned on the cold water
and sprayed this child off. She could barley stand and to keep
her balance, she had to pull on the rope attached to her thumbs.
At least I left some slack so that she was able to grab the rope
itself. 

I toweled Mary off and carried her to a table where I removed
the clamps from her thumbs. They weren't hurt to bad, just the
skin had broken where the metal band met the bony part of the
joints. I wrapped her injures with gauze and tape then looked at
the rest of her body. She looked like a red zebra from the
shoulders down with all the crisscrossing stripes and all, but
the skin wasn't broken. 

I placed a hand between her legs and felt her young snatch as I
inspected her body. 

Kimmy had followed me during this. Still filming because I
hadn't told her to stop. "Kimmy, do you think we should put her
back in the room on the floor? or should we put her in the
stocks for tonight or is there somewhere else she can sleep?" 

"Well, I ,..I think...." Kimmy stammered

"It's OK, go ahead and tell me" I prompted with a gentle voice.



"I think you should put the little bitch in the stocks and burn
her feet while clamping her tities." Kimmy said boldly. I think
Kimmy was a bit jealous because I was playing with this child's
sexual parts.

"OK. Put the Mary in the stocks while I get the tools. But you
will need to help me." I said as Kimmy pulled 6 year old Mary
towards the stocks.

I estimated the sizes of Marys wrists and ankles and placed
spacer blocks on the stocks to press her limbs firmly into the
holes.  I returned to my workarea and took 3 Visegrip pliers and
adjusted them so that there was only about a millimeter of space
left when they closed. I then took a 4" wide pair of visegrips
that was made for holding sheetmetal together and made the space
about 1/8 inch.

I then grabbed an old low wattage soldering iron and went to
where Kimmy was struggling with Mary. I set the tools down and
grabbed Mary and held her while Kimmy secured her feet. I placed
the block above her knees to keep them straight. We then both
held her while I forced her head and wrists into the upper part
of the stocks and secured it as close to her feet as we could
stretch this child. Young Mary was sitting with the backs of her
thighs resting on a crosspiece with her supple young body  bent
over with her head between her knees and ankles.  Marys lower
jaw was being pulled forward because her head was in the cutout
while her body was stretched by her position. It was just as
well, I was going deaf from all the screaming going on around
there. 

I took a minute to place a fresh tape into the camcorder and
started the recording.

"How are you doing? are you ready for more punishment?" I asked
this whimpering child as I caressed her exposed back. "Hand me
one of those pliers honey." I directed Kimmy as Young Mary
started screaming. Of course all that came out was a kind of
muffled whine from this six year old zebra child.

I carefully gathered up the skin around Mary's right nipple as I
slowly closed the visegrips around her whole areola.  The
muscles on Marys back were straining with her efforts to escape.
As the jaws got a good grip on Mary's tit I paused and explained
to Kimmy that because we left some space in the tool we could
torture this girl for a long time without completely crushing
the skin - crushing the skin would cause bleeding and would
destroy the nerve endings and we didn't want that because it
wouldn't hurt her anymore. I began to slowly close the visegrips
as I watched Mary's reaction.

Mary started out by straining against her bonds. Her red striped
back twisted and pulled as her shoulders tried to raise her head
and arms up from their cramped position. She was screaming in
pain but in a bubbling sort of whine that sounded like a trapped
animal. As the pain increased, Marys whole body shivered and
sweat broke out on her back. I continued to squeeze the pliers
slowly closed, pausing now and then to let Mary absorb the pain. 

"You see, Kimmy. We are milking the pain from her body. see how
much pain she had stored in her breast? imagine what the rest of
her body holds." I lectured Kimmy as I closed the visegrips the
last little bit.

I let the pliers hang free as I put my arms around Kimmy and we
both watched Mary deal with her torment. "Do you want to do the
next tit?" I asked Kimmy as I plugged the soldering iron into
the outlet. 

"Sure." Kimmy said. I told her to watch Mary react while slowly
increasing the pressure. That way she would know how much to
squeeze.

Sweat was dripping off of Marys nose as Kimmy started clamping
her other breast. Poor Mary just sat there and squealed in
absolute agony as her body was assaulted from this new area.  I
was starting to get hot and slipped a hand between Kimmys legs
as I watched her torture her victim.



After about five minutes, Kimmy had placed the second set of
pliers on this child and was now slowly twisting it. I looked
into Marys face but could not even imagine how much pain she was
experiencing, she seemed to exist only as pain and nothing else. 

We watched Mary for a few minutes and then I started in on her
sides with the wide visegrips while Kimmy used the soldering
iron on her tender young feet. We tortured Mary for an hour
before I asked Kimmy if she would like to stop. Kimmy said no.



I told Kimmy that it was close to midnight and that I  was tired
and was going to bed but that she could stay up if she wanted to
continue playing with Mary. "Just don't kill her I said. " I
don't care what she looks like, or how she smells or even if she
has a nose to smell with. Just keep her alive! If you kill her I
will do the same thing to you. OK Honey?"

I told Kimmy that she could use a winch and rise Mary into the
air if she wanted.



That done, I entered the dungeon, unlocked the 17 year old and
told her that she was going to have sex with me that night and
asked her if she had a problem with that. No. OK. strip. She
slowly removed her clothing as I and the rest of the kids
watched. She was pretty. Long blonde hair and a full figure.
After having Kimmy as a sex partner so often, I was ready for a
change. I took her hand and led her naked body past Kimmy who
had stopped working on Mary and watched us go into the shower
area. I stripped out of my clothes and asked her what her name
was. Her name was Becky. I soaped her up and had her do the same
for me and we went up stairs to bed. I asked her if she was a
virgin and she hesitated before revealing that she was sexually
experienced. I told her that it would be to her advantage to use
all of her talents to please me because I could make her life
pleasurable or painful. her choice.



The following morning Becky and I came back downstairs. I knew
something was wrong because Kimmy was looking at me with
frightened eyes. I went over to Mary as Kimmy said "I didn't
mean to do it master. I tried not to kill her."

"how long did you torture her until she died." I demanded.

" Until 4:35, but I didn't mean to!" Kimmy sobbed

I was surprised and looked around until I spotted the clock on
the wall. I had forgotten that it was there. All this time, I
would look at my watch to check the time. Oh well! 

I looked at Mary. She was dead alright. Her body was still in
the stocks. but Kimmy had attached a rope to the foot piece and
raised Mary until her ass was off the ground. Her young face was
locked in a mask of torment. Her eyebrows were knitted together
and I rubbed her forehead and felt the muscles causing the
wrinkles but it stayed like that. The poor girl must have been
in incredible pain for her facial muscle to be locked like that.
There were horrible burns all over her body, especially her
crotch. Her pussy looked like a hot soldering iron had been
slowly shoved up her cunt. It looked like her pussy lips were
burned completely off. There were welts all over her thighs from
the vise grips. All of her fingers and toes were crushed beyond
recognition except the thumb and half of the forefinger of her
left hand.



"4:35? You tortured this girl for 4 & 1/2 hours? I asked

"Yes," Kimmy answered looking down.

"You were crushing her fingers when she died?"

"Yes, she just stopped. no crying, no moving, no anything. She
just stopped." She said.



I turned and handed Becky a key. "Go get the two older girls,
will you please?"

She hurried off on her errand while I lowered Young Mary's body
to the floor. I was interrupted by the sounds of struggling and
screaming. I turned to see what the problem was.

Becky and the 15 year old were trying to calm the 14 year old
who did not want to have anything to do with entering the same
room I was in.

"NNnnoooooo!" she cried out as she tried to bolt back into the
dungeon. The other girls held her and looked nervously at me as
I approached. "Hold her up here. Put her arms back and show me
her face." I ordered the two girls as I drew back my hand and
slapped the girl across the face. "Are you done with your
screaming?" I asked "Good! Now listen up.  Kimmy here has
disobeyed orders and killed Mary. We need to punish her for
that. But she is also my assistant so we can't hurt her too
badly, understand?"  They nodded their heads. "Smack!" was the
sound as I struck the 14 year old again. "And when I send for
your ass, your ass had better come, and come quickly!" I shouted
at her terrified face.



End part 3







