While Mary was stuck raising our kids, I hung out in bars after work and cheated on her with any bimbo who would have me.  I did work hard as a carpenter and did as much overtime work as I could get.  I paid off my house in only 15 years and when I needed a new pickup I could pay cash for it.  My wife and kids were well fed and clothed and I felt they should be grateful for that.  They owed me for everything they got.

Then one day disaster struck.  I was standing on a two by four while trying to nail a roof truss in place on a two story house we were building when I slipped and fell.  I fell 10 feet landing on a two by four on what would be the ceiling of the first floor.  I painfully had landed with one leg on either side of the board and blacked out from the pain.  Unconscious I then slid off and fell another 1 feet to the floor below.  I awoke in great pain in the ambulance and was given a shot of morphine by the paramedic.

They wheeled me into the Emergency room and soon they had nurses cutting off my clothes so the doctors could examine me.  The doctor in charge told me they were going to take me into surgery and try to save my life.  The anesthesiologist told me she had the good stuff and gave me a partial dose of a drug which made the pain go away and left me drowsy.  I barely remember them wheeling me into the operating room then all went black.

The next thing I knew I awoke in the intensive care section with a tube down my throat.  I could not talk nor could I move.  As I awoke more and more I realized I was in a body cast.  When the doctor came in to see me, he told me, ” You are a lucky man.  We are pretty sure you will live, but you will never be the man you were before.  We had to remove your sex organs and repair your torn colon.  You have a broken pelvis that we repaired by putting a titanium plate and screws in you.  We were able to save almost an inch of your penis but you will have no feeling in it.  You also broke both of your collar bones and your left arm”  He turned and left the room.  I lay there motionless pondering what he had just told me.  I had lost my sex organs and now had a cock of less than an inch with no feeling in it.  I found I could move my fingers but not my head.  A couple of days later the doctor removed my breathing tube and I was moved to a private room.  I learned that I was fixed into an immobilizer. A steel frame that was connected to me by screws into my bones.  I was in a plaster cast from my below my hips up over my head  and both arms inside of my cast.  They had put a catheter in me to drain off my urine but since I would be unable to use a bed pan they had me in a diaper.  I was helpless as a baby.

Mary finally came to visit me.  She told me that the company I was working for was fighting a claim for workman’s comp because I had violated their policy by not using a scaffold and standing on a mere two by four timber.  She told me that our son had connected her with a lawyer to advise her.  She had me sign a couple of papers by telling me that my hospital bills would be astronomical and she wanted to save our house.  She told me that she had a friend who was a notary and had dated the transfer of our house to a year ago.  She had also applied for an uncontested divorce and cleaned out our bank account.  If I were sued I was destitute and they would get nothing.  I had never given her credit for having so much acumen.  She was really quite crafty.  She sweetly asked me if there was anything she could bring me to make my life more pleasant.  I told her I was used to drinking alcohol every day and I wanted her to smuggle me in something to drink.

I was being fed intravenously.  Every 2 hours day and night the orderlies would come in and turn me over to prevent my getting pneumonia.  Mary had told the nurses to let her be the one to change my diaper and wash my bottom.  They had been glad to be rid of that chore and so Mary came to be a nurse to me.  When I was face down she would remove my diaper and wash my bottom.  She then rubbed my bottom with baby oil.  My legs were spread out by the frame giving her total access.  As she rubbed my bottom with oil I felt her shove a finger up my ass.  I told her, “Please don’t do that to me Mary.”  She answered me saying,” You thought it was fine to shove your nasty cock up my ass so it should be fine for me to use yours.” She soon shoved another finger inside of me. She finger fucked me for a good 20 minutes or so before withdrawing her fingers and putting a clean diaper on me.  She made me say, ” Thank you Ma’am”.  She had me helpless and in her power.

The next day when Mary came to visit me she reached into her purse and pulled out a baby bottle full of white wine.  She put the bottle to my lips and I greedily sucked on the nipple to get some alcohol into my system.  Mary said, “That’s it baby, suck on that nipple.”  She had never called me baby before.  She had an air about her I had never seen before.  She seemed full of confidence and was no longer the meek girl I had controlled.  She took out a razor and shaved of my moustache and goatee.  She told me, ” They make you look like a man, which you no longer are.”    I knew my diaper was dirty but she waited to change me until the orderlies had turned me over so I was face down.  Once they had left Mary removed my diaper and Again washed my bottom.  This time she did not use her fingers to poke in my bottom but she had a dildo she was screwing me with.  She said, ” You need to learn to use your pussy now sweetie.  Since you are no longer a man you must be a girl.”  She was certainly treating me like one.  I knew if I did not do what she wanted she would stop coming to see me.  So  I thanked her for fucking me.  She used her finger tips to massage my stub of a penis.  I felt nothing.  She said, ” You won’t be cheating on me with other women now.”  She was gloating over my condition.

Every day Mary came back to visit me again.  She kissed me on the forehead and told me my lips looked chapped.  She applied some chap stick on them and I asked her for my bottle of wine.  She told me to close my eyes and when I did she shoved a nipple in my mouth I began sucking on it.  It was urine!  I spit it out.  She told me I had to drink it or she would not give me my bottle of wine.  She said, “That is my golden nectar and you will come to love it.” She had me in her power and knew it.  I began sucking on the bottle of her urine.  She smiled and said I was a good girl. Once I had emptied that bottle, she gave me my bottle of wine.  She sat with me until I had emptied that bottle and then took the empty bottle from me and left.  When the orderlies came in to turn me over, they told me that the red lipstick looked good on me.  That chap stick had been lipstick!

The next day when Mary came to see me she had somebody with her.  I could not see who it was as I was face down.  But she was explaining what she was doing as she removed my diaper and then began fucking me with a dildo.  She even let the other person ram the dildo in and out for about half of the time.  She was explaining that this was all a part of my feminization.  I felt soft feminine hand rubbing lotion on my legs.  When I was turned over again I saw our daughter Becky with Mary.  I had to sweetly thank both ladies before getting my bottles fed to me.  Becky fed me the urine and Mary my wine. The hospital staff thought I had a loving family that took good care of me.  They were turning me into a girl.  The ladies made up my face before they left.  Strangely I had begun to crave urine and looked forward to either Mary or Becky showing up each day.

For an entire week Mary did not show up at all, but Becky did.  Becky delighted in fucking me with a dildo and she even used a much bigger one than Mary had used on me.  She made me moan like a slut while she rammed it in and out of my poor bottom.  She made me tell her how much I loved being her bitch.  She even made me suck on the dildo to get it wet instead of using baby oil as lubricant.  She painted my fingernails and toenails bright red to match my lipstick.  The next time I saw Mary she was sporting D cup boobs.  She had gotten breast implants to match those of Becky.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months Mary came to see me less and less.  My facial hair never did grow back.  I supposed it was because I was no longer able to produce testosterone.  Becky was doing more of my care.  Every time she did visit me, she again put lipstick on me and painted my nails.  She made me drink a baby bottle full of her urine before she would give me my wine.  She told me Mary had taken a lover and he was a real man who treated her like a lady.  I was helpless in my cast and no longer a man.

When I finally got out of the cast and they removed the screws from my immobilizer I was weak as a kitten.  I had lost 35 pounds and was now a shadow of my former self.  I was finally able to see my nude body.  I had grown boobs while in that cast.  I had a little stub of a thing where my dick had once been.  With my painted nails and wearing lipstick I look like a girl.  My hair had grown long and shaggy while I was in that cast.  My body was covered with dead skin but my legs and face were baby smooth.  Those were the exposed parts they had treated with lotion and hair remover.  I went through some therapy to learn to walk again and finally was ready to be discharged.  Now that I was able to move I could use the bathroom and no longer needed to be in a diaper.  When Mary or Becky would come by to bring me my urine and wine, they made me fuck myself with the dildo while they watched.  They loved watching me suck it to get it nice and wet and also loved the way moaned while fucking myself.  They had turned me into a bimbo.

My hips were now wider and I was wearing a hospital gown.  Mary came to my room and she had her new lover with her.  He was a big strong looking black man.  I had never liked black men even though I had to work with some.  She told me that she and I were now divorced and she was in love with James.  She spelled it out clearly for me.  She told me that she and James would allow me to live with them in HER house as their maid, or they would be glad to drive me to a homeless shelter.  The bitch had snookered me out of all I owned.  In my weakened condition I would be fair game in a homeless shelter and so meekly let her redo my lipstick and nail polish.  She gave me a pair of thong panties and a skirt to put on for the ride home.  She fondled my boobs and told me I would need to wear a bra now.

James drove us to his house  where I began my new life.  Mary had sold my house and pickup truck.  She let me know that my clothes had been given to the Goodwill store and that they had been pleased to get them.  I all I had to wear were the skirt and blouse she had brought for me to wear home.  It was made very clear to me that I was to be obedient and do everything I was told or I would have to leave.  She had tricked me into giving her all I owned and now I had to hope I could get a small disability check from Social Security.  They let me know that I would have to turn over even that money to them to pay for my room and board.

Once inside James’s house, he told me, ” There can be only one man in this house and that is me.  You will be our maid, cook laundress and do what ever else we want you to do.  Mary told me how you used to treat her and your kids and now the tables are turned,  I am the attorney who advised Mary on how to handle the financial matters and she has a nice little nest egg now.  Your disability check will be $1200 per month.  I got you on Medicaid as a destitute person which you now are.”  I said, “But James”  and got no farther.  He slapped me so hard across the face that I fell to the floor stunned.  ” He told me, “You will call me sir or master you sissy little bitch.  Mary is now your mistress.  Is that clear?”  I looked up at his menacing figure and meekly said, “Yes sir.”

James told me, ” I am tolerating having you in my house as a favor to Mary but you may be of some use around here.  You are not a prisoner here, you may walk out the front door any time you want but you will take only what you are wearing.”  He went on to say, “While you are here you will be feminine at all times.  You will look pretty for us and any guests we may have here.  You will refuse no order and must smile and be cheerful around us.”  He wanted me to be his slave. He tossed me my new ID card and Medicaid card.  They both had my last name, but the first name on them was Fifi.   He saw my look of bewilderment and told me, ” Your name has been legally changed to Fifi.  We thought it better suited you in your condition than Steve did.  Your checks will be coming in that name and that is what you must use when you go for medical treatment.” Mary asked me, ” What is your name girl?”  I sobbed and told her, ” It is Fifi ma’am.”

She smiled knowing she now owned me.

Mary motioned at me with  her hand and said, ” Come with me Fifi.  I will make you look pretty.”  I got up off of the floor and followed behind her,  She led me to the bathroom and had me sit on the pot facing the wall.  She cut and styled my hair into a feminine pixie cut.  Then she  bleached my hair blond.  She told me, ” You will be a good blond bimbo Fifi.” She plucked my eyebrows and shaved my armpit hair off of me.  She put a collar on my neck that had Fifi inscribed on a brass plate.  She then led me down the basement to what was to be my bedroom.  It was a small windowless room with a double bed in it.  Two walls were made of stone and the other two were painted pink.   There was a dressing table with a mirror and a chest of drawers and a door to a closet.  There was also a teddy bear on the bed.  It looked like a little girl’s room.  I was going to be living in a feminine cell.  They were determined to make me a girl.  I wanted to run from here, but where would I go with no money and dressed as I was?  They had me in a box.  I had to be Fifi their maid, no their slave girl.

Mary opened my closet and showed me my skirts and blouses that I was to wear as their maid.  She opened a drawer and pulled out a short pink nightie and told me to put it on.  It didn’t even cover my ass but my boobs bulged out the flimsy fabric.  She led me back upstairs for my owner to inspect me.  James looked me over and told me he though I might be acceptable.  He was standing there naked and told me, ” As a sign of respect Fifi, I want you to kiss my black ass.”  I shuddered with disgust but knew I had to do whatever he wanted.  I knelt behind him and kissed his ass cheeks.  He snarled, ” Lick my asshole bitch.”  He wanted me to totally debase myself but I had to obey him.  I spread his ass cheeks and licked his asshole.  He told me, “Work your tongue inside of me Fifi.”  I worked my tongue inside of his asshole as far as it would go and wiggled it to please him.  When he finally let me pull my tongue out he made me thank him for the honor of tasting his shit.  He had shown me how low my status was now.

Mary handed me a baby bottle of her urine and I knew what to do,  I sucked it dry to get my alcohol.  I asked her if I could please drink it out of a glass and she told me she like the symbolism of having me using a baby bottle.  She knew it made me feel helpless as a baby.  Sadly I knew she was right.  I did.  She made me lay on my back on the floor and hold my bottle with both hands.  She delighted in seeing me act like a baby.  Only when I had emptied that bottle did she give me my alcohol.  Tonight my alcohol bottle was filled with straight vodka.  I was weaving as I made my way back to my room in the basement.  I lay in my bed and cried myself to sleep.

The first week was spent with Mary showing me how to cook, clean their house and do laundry.  When she a James would make love I had to stand beside the bed and watch how a real man pleasured a lady.  When they finished I had to lick and suck his semen from her well used vagina or asshole.  James liked doing her anally.  James would also have me lick his big cock.  His cock was the same size as the black dildo Becky had used on me.  When he fondled my tits he told me that I was going to get a boob job.  “All my bitches have D cup boobs.”, is how he put it.  All of my skirts were short and all my blouses had a low cut neckline.  With D cup boobs I would be showing a lot of cleavage.

The following Friday James drove me to a private clinic.  I had to sign a consent form using the name Fifi Johnson.  The procedure was done that morning and I was discharged that evening.  Under the bandages I now had D cup boobs and they were there for the rest of my life.  There was no way I could ever be Steve again even if I left James and Mary.  The weight on my chest would take some getting used to.  With my thin frame and these big boobs I looked very top heavy.  I was now a freak.

Once the bandages were removed my thoughts about my low cut blouses showing a lot of cleavage came true.  James made me go braless since it amused him to watch my boobs jiggle when I walked.  He also started making me suck his huge cock while he would squeeze my boobs.  He told me, “Fifi I  am going to teach you to deep throat a man.  It is a skill that will make men want you.”  He had me tilt my head back and look up into his eyes.  He then jammed his stiff cock partway down my throat cutting off my air supply.  Just when I though I would die, he pulled his cock out completely.  I caught a few deep breaths and he once again jammed his cock down my throat.  Each time he shoved his cock in it went a little farther down my throat until at last my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his entire 10″ cock was down inside of me.  He pulled out of my throat slowly and told me, ” You did well Fifi for your first time.  We will work on this every day until I can fuck your throat easily.”  I had tears in my eyes and was gasping for air but had to smile sweetly for him.

Mary had me exercise with her.  She told me a girl had to work at it to maintain her figure.  She had me doing leg lifts and doing bumps and grinds as well as crunches.  She looked beautiful and I regretted ever having cheated on her.  When we finished our exercising she took me into the kitchen.  There she told me, ” You have been eating the same food as us and that is hardly the way things should be around here Fifi.  From now on you will eat only this special mixture I am going to teach you how to make.”  She put some vegetables into the food processor along with some oatmeal and water and a 1/4th of a can of Alpo dog food.  She turned on the processor and soon had a pitcher full of a green mush.  She told me, “This had all the nutrients you need to stay healthy but should be less pleasurable for you to eat.  This pitcher should last you a week and it had better because that along with the urine and your vodka is all you will be getting.  Is that clear to you Fifi?”  I lowered my eyes and replied, “Yes Mistress.”

Each day I got up and dressed then did my hair and makeup before my owners awoke.  I fixed them a nice breakfast then had a bit of my green mush for my morning meal.  Then I cleaned the kitchen and did the housework for the day before exercising with  Mistress in the afternoon.  When James came home from work he would practice fucking my throat.  As the weeks went by I got to be good at taking him fully and working my throat muscles to get him to orgasm quickly.

Mary started using a strap-on dildo to screw me.  She enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her to bend me over and screw me doggy style so hard it made my boobs sway back and fourth.  She like James always made me thank her sweetly for doing me. In a few months they had stripped me of any shred of pride.  They had made me an obedient slave girl.

One day James told me, ” I am taking Mary to Paris for a vacation.  You will be happy to know I have found someone to baby sit you while we are gone.”  I had seen the suitcases and assumed they were going somewhere, but had hoped they were going to take me with them.  The doorbell rang and when I opened the door there stood Frank, my son.  He had bulked up a lot since I last saw him.  He said, ” Hello daddy, or should I say Fifi.”  He walked inside the house and looked me over closely.  James greeted Frank and told him, ” Fifi has learned some new tricks.”.  James then told me, ” Show Frank how you can deep throat a cock Fifi.”  I blushed despite myself, this was my son.  But I said, “Yes Master.”

I got on my knees in front of Frank and asked, ” May I please suck your cock sir?   You may shove it down my throat if you wish sir.”  It made my blood curdle to utter such things but it was required of me.  Frank looked down at me and laughed.  He was delighting in my disgrace and said, ” Say Pretty please Fifi.”  I did as he said and then he gave me permission.  He had made me beg to suck him.  How low I had fallen.  I undid his belt and unzipped his fly.  When I lowered his pants, I could see he wore no underwear.  He was much hairier than I had ever been and even better hung.  I kissed the head of his cock respectfully and then took it into my mouth.  As I sucked on it I felt it harden and grow.  I began to swallow it to get it in my throat as James had taught me to do.  As I looked up into Frank’s eyes he said, ” That’s it bitch, gobble that cock like a good whore.”  Mary remarked, ” Family togetherness is a beautiful thing to see.”  When Frank shot his load down my throat and pulled out, he told me, ” Pack some clothes Fifi, don’t forget your curling iron and makeup.”  Mary handed me a couple of trash bags to pack my belongings in and I went down to my room.  As James handed Frank a list of instructions for my maintenance I heard Frank tell him, ” Thank you sir, I will see that Fifi gets the care she deserves.”  Damn, even Frank called James sir.

When I had packed my things and returned upstairs holding two trash bags Frank took them from me with one big hand and Mary handed him another bag with enough ingredients to make my mush for two weeks and a couple of empty baby bottles.  They had obviously discussed me at length.  I was wearing a short black skirt, scoop neck blouse, panties and open toed heels.  Thusly clad, my son led me out into the snowy winter day.  He put my bags in the back of his van and had me sit in the front seat as he went back to get and load the luggage of James and Mary.  When all was loaded my owners came out and sat in the middle seats of the van.  As Frank drove them to the airport James was telling me to obey Frank as I would him or Mary.  He made me tell him I would be a good girl and do as I was told.

Once we had let them out at the airport, Frank drove me to his apartment.  As he drove he told me, ” Fifi you will love my lover Bruce.  He is about your size and kinky as hell.”                      That remark let me know that Frank was gay and not just using me out of hate for how I had treated him.  As soon as we walked into the apartment this young blonde man walked up to me and gave me a big French kiss.  I had never kissed a man and it shocked me as his tongue invaded my mouth.  Bruce told me, “Girl we will have a lot of fun together,” Frank told me to get my clothes off.  He said, ” In my house you will always be naked.” Frank threw my bags into a corner of the room and took me to the kitchen to start making my mush and their lunch.  He told me, ” I work nights so we have our big meal at lunch.”

They ate their lunch and I had some mush.  I knew now that I was mere property.

After they had eaten their lunch, Bruce asked Frank, ” Can I do her now?”  Frank just nodded yes.  Bruce led me to the bedroom and had me lay face down on the bed.  He smeared my ass with cold lard working some of it into my asshole.  He then proceeded to insert one finger after another into my ass until he had his entire hand inside of me.  As he rammed his fist in and out of me he told me, ” Moan like you love it bitch.  I want you to love me doing this to you as I do when Frank does it to me.”  This sissy fag was fist fucking me and telling me to moan like I loved it.  When he pulled his slimy hand out of my ass he made me kiss it.  The bastard even made me tell him how much I loved having him teach me a new skill.  If Mary had not given my guns away I would have shot the fag.  Now I was a toy for who ever wanted to use me.  Bruce fist fucked me and my son watched me being defiled by the feminine fairy he lived with.

Frank then took me to the bathroom and had me kneel in front of him holding my baby bottle in place while he filled it with piss.  Then he took a medicine bottle out of his pocket and using an eyedropper he squirted some fluid into the bottle of his urine.  I asked him what that was and he told me, ” Fifi that is your estrogen.  Mom told us kids she was making you feminine and doing it by having you drink her pee laced with estrogen.  You have no testosterone now and the estrogen controls you.”  That bitch had tricked me when I was helpless.  He also added some powder into the bottle of pee and then screwed the top with the nipple on it onto the bottle of pee.   He handed it to me and watched as I lay on my back and began sucking it down.  Frank told me that I was on a low dose of heroine.  The dose taken like it was gave me no pleasure but now my body had to have it.  That is why I craved drinking piss, it was spiked with heroine.  No wonder I had tits when they cut my cast off.  Mary had connived and manipulated me into a situation which left me no choice but to be a slave girl for her and her man.  I had become the family joke.

The next morning Frank took had me wearing heels and a robe when he led me across the hall to the opposite apartment.  When he rang the bell the door was opened by Becky.  My daughter and son had apartments across the hall from each other.  She had me come in and Frank went back to his apartment.  She had me shed my robe and then displayed me to her roommate Candy.  They were both naked and I could see that we all had the same size boobs.  James had converted them too.  They were also both blond as was I now.

Becky told me they were going to teach me to be a stripper so I could work with them at the club.  I told her, ” I would never get on a stage and take my clothes off in front of a bunch of men.”  She smiled and said, ” Yes you will Fifi and you will beg Frank to let you dance.  You will dance to get the special piss you need.”  She put on the CD with the song “The Stripper” on it.  They made me dance sexy to the song a few times naked before they dressed me and had me dance while removing my clothes in a sexy manner.  They told me it was important that I be naked when the song ended.  We took a break while they each had a salad for lunch.  Becky handed me the dildo she had me using in the hospital and had me demonstrate to Candy how I could suck it and fuck myself with it.  Candy remarked, ” That would make a wonderful scene at the club but would get us closed down.”  Becky said, ” Yes it would.  If Fifi can do it for two she can do it for 200.” By 4:00pm when Frank came to drive us girls to the club I was nailing my dance every time.  I wore a short black skirt, my heels and a white low cut blouse.  Becky was carrying my costume in a garment bag.  She explained that I was to perform twice that night and in between dances I would be a waitress serving drinks.  It was already past the time when I usually got my piss and vodka and I was getting stomach cramps.  I also had goose bumps on my skin.

When we got to the club, I learned that Frank worked there as an assistant manager and bouncer.  I learned that we all worked for James.  He owned this club along with several others and also had a real estate company who owned the apartment building where my children lived.  I was kept busy hustling drinks for the crowd that grew in size as the evening progressed.  I had to go to the ladies room and throw up.  I was getting sick.  Becky saw me doing that and told me, ” It will only get worse for you until you get your fix.  You are now a junkie bimbo.”  She took me to the room where the strippers changed into their costumes and had me get dressed in what I was to dance in.  She told me, ” You will be fine Fifi.  Just dance like you practiced and once you are totally nude do a slow turn completely around so all can see your body.  Then leave your clothes on the stage and run back to this room.  Leave you heels on, but everything else comes off.”

The announcer called me Fifi the Dancing Queen.  My music started and I began dancing.  I tried not to let the audience bother me and just did as I had practiced.  At the end of the song I stood naked in heels and all could see I was not a real girl but a freak.  After the required complete turn I dashed back to the dressing room while Becky retrieved my costume.  By the time she brought it into the changing room I was dressed in my skirt and blouse again.  She told me I had done well but to get back to serving drinks.  She gave me a swat on the fanny as I left.

The customers looked at me differently now that they had seen me naked  and most men I served drinks to tucked some money down my blouse.  An hour later I had to get ready for my second show.  It also went well.  My cramps were even worse and my eyes were watery.  I had to endure the misery until the club closed, we had cleaned off the tables and Frank had helped the manager count the proceeds of the evening.  As Frank drove us home I was doubled over in pain and crying.

Frank carried me into his apartment where he stood me up and had me get naked again.  The tip money fell out on the floor and Bruce picked it all up and handed to Frank.  I was shaking badly and Frank asked me, ” What do you want now Fifi?”  I answered, ” I want my piss sir.”  He smiled and said, ” Perhaps you have earned it tonight Fifi, but I want to watch you and Bruce make out with each other first.  Lots of kissing and fondling each other by you two sissies will be fun to watch.  Make it look like you two are in love as I video tape you.”

We put on a nice performance for Frank as he recorded it on his video cam.  He kept us at it for a half hour and it ended with Bruce fisting me again.  He finally gave me my bottle of specially enhanced urine.  He smiled down at me as I sucked it greedily down.

My cramps were nearly gone when I got my bottle of vodka.

The next morning bright and early I was again taken to Becky’s  apartment where I had to learn a new routine for tonight’s performance.  There was no use in pretending to myself that I would not dance.  I knew now that I would do whatever it took to get my fix.  All those exercises Mary had made me do were the moves I needed to be a stripper.  Since I had my fix at around 4am I should be ok until I got off work again.  Instead of injecting the heroine they had me drinking piss to get it.  I was indeed a junkie and also a slut.

The night James and Mary returned from Europe they came to the club  to watch me dance and waitress.  After my second show they took me home with them.  James told me he was proud of the skills I had learned.  He said, ” You were a useless thing when I met you, but you have turned into a money making girl.  You now have the skills to be a whore, a waitress, a stripper or an escort for perverts.  Men will pay money to be deep throated by you or to have you drink their piss.  Besides it was fun for me to ruin your life.”  He drove us to his house.  Mary fixed my bottles and I gladly lay down to suck them dry.

As I lay drinking my fix, James told Mary that the trip to Europe and the fancy way they had lived while there was his way of thanking her but was also a fond goodbye.  He told her she was to move out tomorrow morning.  He told her, ” I give Fifi to you and you will have a 3 bedroom apartment on the ground floor of the building where your son and daughter already live.  They  will move in with you and Fifi.   You will all be one happy family.”  Mary broke down and cried and begged James to reconsider but he was firm.  He told her had another younger lady moving in with him tomorrow.  That night Mary slept in bed with me in my basement room.

The next morning Mary and I and all of our clothes were moved into her new apartment.  Becky and Candy moved into the second bedroom with Frank and Bruce taking the 3rd bedroom.  Mary and I had the master bedroom.  James had given Mary all of the money from my disability checks along with the money I had made dancing and waiting tables.  That money along with the  money she had from selling my house and belongings gave her financial security.  She took a job at the club as a beautician to the strippers just to keep busy.  Becky, Candy and I worked as dancers and Frank as the assistant manager and bouncer.  At home everybody was free to use me as they wanted sexually.  I hoped the novelty would wear off in time.

After being a stripper for a year I was told I was no longer needed there and let go.  My tips had dropped considerably from what they had been.  I had hoped to be allowed to stay home and be a maid for the rest of the family but Mary told me that was not to be the case.  She told me, ” You need to bring me money you ungrateful bitch.  No money no treat for you.”  I had to beg James for a job in another of his clubs.  He got me a job as a topless waitress in an after-hour night club which catered to black patrons.  He let me know that I was to please any customer who would take me into the back room.  I was now a prostitute.

That Job lasted about 6 months before I was replaced with a white girl.  Frank had me making porno movies which he marketed to the gay and perverted crowd.  His best sellers were those where I was having sex with animals.  When I became sick it was found that I had full blown AIDS and was dying from the disease.

These words are being written by a reporter who is going to use my tale to write a book she says.  I am laying in a bed in a hospice ward where every 8 hours the nurse gives me a methadone shot to ward off convulsions.  My eyes no longer focus and I am very weak. I hope others can profit from the mistakes I have made in my life.  If I had it to do over again I would very loving and faithful to my wife.  My kids would have found me a warm loving and generous father.  Perhaps they would have gone to college and had decent careers instead of being involved in the seedy sex business.  As it is now I am dying as a lonely freak of a human.  I wanted to leave something behind besides a useless corpse.

“How are we today?”

She was wearing her white coat.

“I got pain in my cunny again.”

“Let me see.”

She spread me wide.

“Are you still getting painful constant arousal?

“Yes, all the time, I hate it!”

“You have a swollen clitoris. It is terribly swollen, it indicates you have an illness that I must treat. You need orgasm and then some desensitisation treatment to stop your inconvenient feelings of constant arousal.”

She wheeled a trolley next to the bed and I gave a groan of alarm as I saw the array of instruments – this was new to me, there were medical clamps and scalpels and a suture kit, cutting equipment and things I did not even recognise. Then to my alarm her nurse came into the room. She looked between my legs at my naked groin and then smiled at me as she put on a surgical mask.

My doctor patted my arm as she lifted a hypodermic needle.

“You are going to have an operation, my love. A real one, a drastic one.  I sent the results of you examination to a colleague of mine and they were able to confirm that your clitoris is over sensitive, that it will continue to swell and ultimately become irrevocably infected without intervention.”

“What kind of intervention?”

By now I was scared, the nurse was strapping my ankles securely into stirrups and taping my wrists to my sides. My lover was now my Doctor and taking charge of the situation, this was not a game and her expression was grave.

“The pain you have been getting in your clitoris is indicative of the most serous form of clitoriditis I have ever seen. I gave you an enema this morning was part of your prep, it was not play. I did not want to tell you the bad news until it was time to take you to theatre.”

I wanted to panic but the injection made me drowsy. I was not so drowsy that I was unaware, and I could still move, but ll the fear was gone. I understood I had to have an operation on my cunny and my lover was going to perform it.

The nurse was helping her with her gown and gloves. I watched as they both donned surgical garb. My legs were relaxing in the stirrups and I gave a tiny whimper as the nurse slid in a catheter, but as the amber liquid flowed from my bladder a sense of peace came over me – I was in their hands now and I had to have surgery on the most sensitive part of my body. My lover had remarked the first time she had licked me that my clit had seemed ‘rather large and red’ but now I understood why she had insisted on all the private examinations when the clinic was shut, why she had made notes on all the clitoral pain I had experienced. She had guessed I had a condition. She knew I needed an operation and she was the best person to do it. My ankles were released from the stirrups and my legs were placed closed, although there was a gap now the tube protruded from my labia. I was covered with a small sheet and then wheeled down the corridor. The clinic was empty but all the lights were on and as I watched my lover wheeling me she looked down.

“It will be alright.”She promised me, “You have to be a brave girl.”

To my shame my fetish was taking over and I felt wetness sliding out of me, even making my catheter rub in a pleasant way.

This all changed when we entered the operating theatre. I was placed on the tale under the bright lights, an IV was put in my arm and my legs were opened, the table positioned and once again I was in stirrups, this time with my knees bent high and wide apart and the heat from the light beating down on that painful red organ that was swollen up despite everything. My lover looked at me sadly.

“You condition has been linked to abnormal brain patterns as well as hormones, for that reason I have to attach some monitor wires to your scalp for the duration of your treatment so these can be studied later for abnormalities. For this reason, I have to shave your head clean.I am so sorry.”

“No!” I shouted, but the nurse who had stood behind me simply lifted my ponytail and sliced through it. I started to cry as she switched on a small white hand held shaver and switched it on. She placed the blades at the front of my head and shaved a strip, leaving the centre of my head with a bald stripe. Then she did it again, and again, shaving me bit by bit, as each tress fell away, she lifted it free and dropped it into a bag marked ‘medical waste’. The nurse continued to shave me despite my sobs. She paused to use a cool hand to briefly brush the tears from my face.

She looked at the doctor as she held up my ponytail.

“Is this for disposal?”

“No, keep it, she might want it after the op.” my lover replied, “So she can remember her hair.”

They were talking over me as if I was barely there. Then my lover looked down at me.”Please, nooooo…”I begged weakly but she just spoke softly to me.

“I have had to make the decision for you to submit you to clitoral surgery and neurological monitoring. Your condition means you must have this operation and lose your hair as part of the treatment. You will have the best care, my love.”

The nurse seemed fascinated as she picked up the pack of ready to use wax strips.

“ShallI do the scalp wax now doctor?”

“Yes, at once.” My lover replied.

The nurse began to keenly press the strips down and then pull them off, a press and rip sensation that hurt but as my head was waxed it was the loss of my hair that made me cry mostly. My lover watched, still looking at me with compassion. When the nurse had thrown away the last of the wax along with the last trace of my hair she took a cool cloth and wiped over my head.The cloth glided over and she paused again to wipe off my tears. Then she took the top off strong smelling glue. My Doctor had taken a marker pen and was dotting positions on my hairless head.

“Be careful with that, nurse – it bonds in seconds.”

My lover lifted up a dish containing small silver discs. There were about a dozen of them.

She spoke t me slowly and clearly in case I was drowsy from the tranquilizer injection.

“These discs will stay bonded to your bare head for a month after your operation, they will fall off after that, they are to transmit your brainwaves to a remote unit. Your head has been waxed so you have no regrowth for at least two months, my love.”

I was past crying now.My hair was gone and that was it. I knew I was facing genital surgery of a serious nature and I lay there, looking up while the doctor and the nurse prepared the instruments and talked over me.

The nurse looked down between my legs.

“It’s a shame, your girlfriends got a lovely pussy.”

“Yes but see how engorged the clitoris is?”

My lips were splayed open sharply.

The nurse peered down.”Looks like its going to burst! It should not be that purplish colour around the hood, either. She must have found orgasm very painful.”

“She did.”

My lover parted my buttocks and invited the nurse to share the inspection.

“The rectum is shockingly tight, too. She’s bled after passing motions several times. I gave her a rectal as part of our bedroom play and I knew she had a lot of problems in the area – its all linked and it all needs surgery. We she wakes up, after the pain is gone, she will feel like a new woman.”

“How will she cope with her new look down there? And what about her hair? It might never recover enough for the roots to grow back.”

My lover leaned down and smiled at me kindly.

“I shall still love you the same.”She told me, “Hair or no hair!”

I blinked, tried to speak but my Doctor was gluing cold metal sensors to my smooth head and they felt chilly and the glue stung, then tightened as metal set against my newly exposed flesh. The nurse took up a hypodermic. She hovered between my legs, her other hand holding my labia open.

“Do we need to restrain her any further, Doctor?”

“No.”my doctor replied, “She is well tied by the restraints.”

The she leaned over me.

“I am going to give you an orgasm, my love, I know the nurse is present and you are in pain but please try not to feel ashamed, it is important we record your brainwaves during pre-operative orgasm.”

My doctor and lover stood between my spread legs. She glanced at the nurse.

“Keep watching the monitor and make sure brainwaves are recorded. This won’t take long, that poor clitoris of hers is about to burst!”

Doctor lowered her mask then dipped her head between my legs. She hovered above my shaven pubis for a moment, taking a last look before surgery.

“I’m going to lick that juicy cunny of yours.” She told me.

Then she kissed my pubic mound, before spreading me wide and taking a long, tender lick. The sensation of her tongue on my swollen rosebud seemed to grate and I gave a moan of pain. But pleasure throbbed also and she sucked on the reddening organ, licking sucking, pressing down as her tongue worked hard.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhh aaa  mmmmmmmm..mmm aaah!”

I was twitching and groaning, my voice echoing around the operating theatre. The nurse was studying the spikes on the monitor, which she began to print off.

My lover watched as my cunny twitched for the last time, then she wiped me clean, something that made me whine as the cloth scraped my clitoris, the organ was still huge and refusing to calm down. She took a brush and began to paint my groin with iodine, every stroke tickled despite the pain and as she glanced at me I managed a smile.

“That’s it, good girl.” She said.

Then she opened me wide and the brush soaked in bright iodine found its way into every crack and crevice – I groaned as she pained first my clitoral hood and then under it, before the brush went lower still and stung my inner flesh. She gave the brush a good soak in the iodine and painted around my rectum, then stuck the brush inside and twirled it for good measure.

Then she looked at me.

“Are you still aware, my daring? Nod your head for Yes.”

I nodded.

She lifted a pair of what looked like dainty silver tongs.

“Nurse, I want you to watch this.” She said aloud, “This is known as clitoral stretching and desensitisation. Its important  pre surgery , just to ensure the blood does not become too engorged.”

She held up the tongs and showed me.

“Take a deep breath.”

The tongs went between my legs, she positioned them slowly and carefully, then snapped them shut brutally. They locked with a click and my clitoris was trapped. She began to tug and pull on the tongs, from my position on the tale I could see my clit being stretched and crushed like a long piece of meat.  The nurse watched in fascination.

“How painful is it?” My doctor asked me.

My mouth as open but at first I could not find breath. Then she clamped the tongs shut even tighter.

“Aaaaaa eeeeeeeee aaaaah oooooooow!”

My voice was a high pitched scream.

“There there.” MY lover said casually and offered the tongs to the nurse.

“May I?”

“Yes, tug hard and then rotate left then right and pull again.”

“Thank you!”

The nurse obeyed her.

“Aaaaarrrghhh ooo oh oh noooo aaaaah!”

I fought to take a breath.

“Almost over.” My lover said to me, “Be brave, you are doing so well my dear.”

“It’s rather like tenderising a piece of meat.” My Doctor added, taking the tongs from the nurse, “The clitoris actually extends four inches into the body. It’s best that we draw as much of it out as we can. Check the print out to record her pain stats.”

The nurse went back over to the machine and watched.

“Once more.” Doctor said, then pulled on the tongs. I felt a sharp tug deep in my groin as if everything inside had been jerked outwards. I breathed in sharp and was grateful for the oxygen over my face. I stared upwards at the lights for a moment, pain stunning me. Then she pulled again.

“ieeeeeeeeee…ooooooowwwwwww…oooooo-oooo n-n-naaaa–noo -no- no-! “

I  gasped for air and looking down saw my clitoris as a glowing red bulb locked in tongs, swollen even larger than I had ever suffered it and the length of it resembling a small penis about three inches long.

She twisted the tongs again, twistng left and right. Tears ran down my face.

“MMMMmmmmmm….mmmm….aaaaaaa!”

As she caught the look in my eyes my lover stopped.

“Have you crossed into a brief sensation of pleasure?”

I nodded.

“Nurse.”

The nurse left the machine and came over. Her eyes widened as she saw how much of my clitoris hand been pulled upwards.

“Hold the tongs.” She ordered her, “My poor darling has some arousal remaining. I want to make her come again.”

Then she lowered her voice.

“It IS her last one.”

While the nurse held the tongs, my lover paced a thumb and forefinger either side of my blood red clit. Se began to rub frantically, until her glovedhand became a blur.

I came at once.

“OOOhhhh….aaaaaaaah aahhh AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH MMMMMMMMM OOOOooo ohhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Then I relaxed, pleasure fading as the sensation of my clit being pulled came back, although by now the tip was numb.

I felt something run down my face, I realised I was sweating but my lack of hair meant it just ran onto me. My Doctor wiped my face and head.

“I have to give you a large injection in the pubis.”She informed me, “I am so sorry if it is painful Count to ten and your pubis will be numb.”

I nodded dumbly, bracing for the needle but as it dug in and the nurse slid the needle deep into the bone beneath my clit, I gave a weak yell, then as the pain throbbed and she pulled the needle out, my lover, still masked, cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

“Count with me – two, three four, five six…”

“Seven, eight.” I said weakly, then I felt the pain melt. I was aware of a prodding sensation but felt little else.

“Can she feel that?” The nurse asked.

My doctor shook her head.

“Shes numb and hazy, good work, Nurse, that needle hit the spot. Numb the rectal area, please.”

I was aware of a gloved hand that seemed to rummage between my buttocks, the I realised the nurse was applying thick white cream both internally and externally which she covered with a dressing and the taped to me. The way I was spread with all holes on show meant the dressing just sat there with ease, while I felt my ass turn to ice.

An oxygen mask was placed over my face.

“It is time, my darling. Be brave.”

As I looked into the eyes of my lover I got the oddest wish that I could spread my legs even wider. I glanced down towards my groin and looked back at her and smiled.

She seemed to understand, patting my bare pubis.

“I know, I know.”She assured me, “It will soon be over.”

Then she covered her mouth again and turned to the nurse who showed her the results of my first brain wave recording. She nodded to her and ordered her to clamp me wide open. If felt nothing but more tugging as I was clamped. The nurse stood beside her, watching with intense interest. I noticed The tongs were back but now I did not care as I was numb. She grasped the end of my stretched clit and held it up.

“Fascinating.” The nurse said. My lover was carefully examining my clamped, stretched clitoris. She looked up at me.

“Your clitoris IS diseased.” She told me, “I am sure that after surgery there will be no more problems but you do know what this means, don’t you?”

I smiled in an understanding way as I recalled all the times she had mock examined me and threatened to ‘cut it off’. This was it, it was real and strangely I felt very aroused by the idea.

“Are you going to remove my clit?” I said slowly and weakly.

She nodded.”And the hood, and the inner labia. I’m so very sorry.”

I managed to smile.

“Operate on me Mistress.” I said, words were slurring.

The nurse glanced at the Doctor and I saw a trace of arousal in her eyes as she realised her Doctor and boss was my mistress and about to cut off my clit and not only this but I wanted it. My Doctor lifted a scalpel.

She looked intently at me.

“I’m going to slit the hood and remove it, then cut off the inner labia and remove the clitoris last of all.” She advised me.But all I could see was the eyes of my beautiful woman doctor.

“I love you.” I said dozily, “Take my clit, cut my cunny…”

“She’s under enough for us to proceed.” My doctor said.

She lowered the scalpel and began to cut.

Moments later she drew back a blood stained knife and demanded the nurse suction the area. She wiped me again and applied another clamp, then as the nurse held out a silver kidney dish, she dropped apiece of bloody flesh into it.

“That was your hood.” She told me.

She took a fine needle and began to sew, it was a slow procedure but the nurse watched with her eyes wide.

“We are we performing clitoridectomy?”

“After labia removal.”

She took a tiny pair of forceps and gripped my left labia. Then she took up miniature heated cutters, as she did so they bleeped and she nodded.

“That means they are at the right temperature.”

She held my inner fold tightly with one hand and clipped with the other.The room was filled with the smell of burning and and a sound with each clip as if chicken skin was being cut.

As she repeated it the other side I saw the nurse eagerly position the bowl to receive the flesh. As the Doctor dropped it in she paused to look at it, seeming fascinated by an amputated labia and clit hood.

“Keep the hood and the labia minora in the bowl and get another for the clitoris.”She told the nurse, “They have to be sent to the lab as separate tissue samples because the clitoris is an organ.”

The nurse nodded, placing the bloody bowl to one side and eagerly selecting another, larger gleaming bowl which she hovered between my legs with, watching my lover work with eagerly gleaming eyes. My lover looked into my eyes.

“I’m taking your clitoris right out.” She told me”There may be a few nerve endings left behind and as soon as you are healed i will be down there between all you have left to give you the remains of pleasure, but your clitoris MUST be removed and it is happening now. I will put on the clamp first.”

The nurse stood behind me and ran her latex covered hands over my bald head.

“Stay calm.” She was reassuring me, “It wont take long. Once your clit is gone you will have no more pain or disease. You’ll be nice and clean and you will look lovely. I rather think the bald look suits you.”

My doctor looked up from my groin and smiled.

“I think my nurse finds you attractive with your hairless look. I certainly do. Remember I said I’d always wanted to shave your head?”

I smiled and nodded.

As my lover drew her hands away from my groin I saw they were heavily blood stained.

“Is…the..clamp on?” I said weakly.

She nodded.

“The clamp is on firmly.”

Then she gripped the handle of the tongs so hard I saw muscles flex in her arms. She drew the tongs upwards and pulled even harder. I saw my clit as a thick, red, swollen piece of meat gleaming by the surgical light and stained with iodine. She slid the heated blades down low, I felt pressure as she dug into the pubic bone.

“Here we are.” She announced, then closed the blades.

It happened fast, she released the blade as burning filled the room and the wide eyed nurse stared at the clitoris that was dropped into the kidney bowl. My lover picked up another suture kit and began to sew quickly, she moved my catheter as she worked and I guessed she was tidying me up.

“I want to keep the outer labia intact.”She explained to me as she worked, “Purely for my preference, so I get a lovely surprise when I part the lips and see a lovely thin scar ad a pee hole and a vagina.”

I smiled through my mask.

As she finished stitching she changed her gloves and ordered the nurse to cover my pubis. The nurse carefully dressed me covering the whole of my cunny but leaving a gap for the catheter to poke through. Once it was all taped up  she took the ass dressing off and wiped off the excess cream.

“Are you still awake?”

My lover was leaning over me.

I nodded.

“I’m going to give you a rectal muscle stretch.”

I smiled lazily, now longing for sleep.

I was aware of a vague prodding, then my bowel filled with liquid.

“It’s important to flood the rectum with lubricant.” She said to the nurse.

“Hold her buttocks WIDE apart for me, please!”

As I lay there I laughed in my drugged state as I heard a squelch and a pop, then another squelch as her hand worked in and out of me, I could feel my body sliding up and down despite the restraints.

“Now I can get one hand in, I’m going to slowly insert the other.”

She talked to the nurse like a teacher as she elongated her other hand. The nurse nodded and watched, she was clearly thrilled to be a witness to such radical surgery and I had no complaints. She held my buttocks wide, bracing them open. My Doctor pushed in her other hand. I felt a vague slopping inside, a popping and slurping that made me giggle through my mask. As she took both hands out  trapped wind popped out loudly like a series of sharp snaps. And I laughed even harder, as I realised I was bald, catheterised, circumcised and now farting loudly while my lover and a nurse tore me a new ass.

“That was a loud one.” The nurse remarked.

I laughed again. I could feel my face reddening all the way up to my bald head.

“Good thing I cleaned you out this morning.” My lover said playfully, “It’s just a big, big fart, calm down, my dear. Almost done.”

She slid her hands back into my ass.

“Now I’m going to do the interesting part.”

The nurse was still holding me open.

“Stretch her hole with your fingers?”

“Slide both hands in, grip both sides of the anal opening and pull -”

My lover grunted with the effort, she was literally pulling my ass apart. The nurses eyes widened as her hands pulled until my hole yawned like a gaping black pit.

“She’s tearing.”

“Scissors.”

The nurse handed her the scissors.

“I’m snipping both sides at the top and the bottom of the rectal opening much like a vaginal episiotomy.”

She handed the bloody scissors back to the nurse. Then she smiled at me.

“When you are healed my hands will slide in and out of you, my love.”

“Have I still got an ass?” I asked lazily.

“A very loose one.”

She took a wide tube. It was clear plastic and looked more like a pipe than any kind of catheter. It slid in with a slurp and a pop and then she took up a needle and thread.

“I’ll now sew the new rectal opening to the width of the pipe to ensure a wide hole.”As she was tying off the last stitch I felt a rumble and another fart exploded from me.

“Thats quite enough!” My Doctor said and  showed me a long, thick rubber tube. She inserted it high into my rectum, way past the support that held open my ass.

“No more farts for a while!”She teased me, then she kissed my brow.

“All over now.”

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

When I woke up I was high on pain relief but my Doctor lover showed me a mirror and when I saw my bald head, still with the sensors glued to it, I swore I felt a tingle somewhere in the region of where my clit used to be. She told me she had left a small cluster of nerves behind so that with much stimulation I would still have orgasm sensations – with her help, of course. Then she took the dressing off. It was a neat scar, I marvelled at the way the thin line was so tightly stitched.  wo weeks later the results came back from pathology and revealed my clitoris and other tissues were actually healthy. I said to my lover i had become bald, circumcised and had my ass wrecked for nothing, but the she smiled and asked me if I liked the result. I had t admit I could hardly complain because I had masturbated ver it so many times in bed with her.

“I love it.” I told her.

She planted a kiss on my pubis, spread my labia and licked my scar.  The pillow felt cool against my bald head and I sighed as her hands slid in and out of my ass. And as I was still recovering in her clinic, the nurse watched everything,her own hand toying with something I didn’t have any more – a clitoris. My lover asked if she could play with it n fro of me and I said yes, then my toes curled as the Doctors expert finger hit a small bundle of nerves where my clit used to be and the nurse stopped masturbating to take the brain wave reading from the machine beside my bed.

I came to think of her as my masturbation nurse and welcomed her assistance when my lover played with me.

Six weeks later I went home with my lover and found my modified body made our love life better than ever. And my hair did not row back. That was something that excited both of us, and even the nurse, who made regular visits once a week to enhance my ‘check ups’.

And that is the story of how my lesbian doctor lover changed my life forever.

I remain her bald patient and lover and have a beautiful scar between my legs that I think of as a work of art.

One day Sarah came into the bar and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was one of them, but she wouldn’t give in to it or to me.  But she kept coming back anyway.  Deliberately not sitting at the bar, trying to pick up other guys, but always looking back at me.  So tonight I got another bartender to cover, and I walked over to her.  I told the guy she was with that the bitch was mine and I grabbed her by the hair and took her to my van, threw her in the back and chloroformed her and took her home.

Now I sat in my chair looking at her, all tied up like that,  arms stretched up over her head wide apart, legs wide tied to the spikes in the floor.  Tits tied tightly, turning darker and darker as I watched.  As I sat there I thought I can do anything I want to her and my cock jumped.  She was whimpering terribly and I thought about gagging her, but I really wanted to hear her scream and no one could hear her anyway.  Yes now she was whimpering, but soon she would be screaming and I would be smiling.  I wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad.  She deserved it for snubbing me the way she did.  And as I sat there I looked at my table of implements wondering what to use first.

I rose and walked over to her.  First my hands, I needed to touch, to feel, so I felt her hardened tits so beautifully dark, I began to smack them hard first one, then the other then both together and I grabbed them and squeezed them and twisted them and dug my fingernails into them.  And I pulled my nails down make deep scratches even drawing blood and she began to scream making my cock jump.  Now I grabbed her nipples and brought my mouth to her ear, I bit it and whispered.  “this is who you are, what you are good for”  I dug my nails into those nipples “Tell me what you are” “Tell me what you want”  And I took out two heavy duty plastic gridded clamps (certainly not meant for nipples) and I snapped them onto her nipples and as she screamed out I yelled “tell me!”

She screamed “I am Your slave, I belong to you, I am a slut.  I want to belong to You, to suffer for You to please you in any way that You chose”  “Good” I said as I grabbed the clamps and twisted them harshly and she screamed.  Then I took out a flogger I had made just for her.  A 6 tailed cat to which I had secured little metal studs on the ends, 3 on each tail.  I showed it to her, told her to kiss it, to suck on the studs, feel their hardness in her mouth, feel their sharpness in her mouth, let them scratch the insides of her mouth and her tongue.  Then I smiled at her and asked her what I should do with it. She said I should whip her tits with it.  “Beg” I told her.  “Please Sir, Master, please whip my tits with the studded flogger, whip them hard again and again cover every inch of my titmeat, sorry Your titmeat, whip them till they bleed, then whip them more.  Please, Sir,

And I showed no mercy as I whipped them and my cock jumped as she screamed and her tits began to be covered in welts and scratches and deep cuts, so beautiful, her agony.  And I whipped the clamps off so I could aim right at her nipples, and she begged for more.  And I gave her more.  And my cock exploded as I watched the destruction of her tits and listened to her screams. I stopped.  I stopped and untied her and pushed her to the floor and told her to lick up my cum and let me hear how much she enjoyed it. And as she licked I picked up the flogger and kicked her legs apart and began working on her ass and cunt.  When the floor was clean, I pulled her head up by her hair and shoved my cock deep in her mouth thrusting hard way back down her throat, feeling her gag around it, every so often holding her nose so she couldn’t breathe at all until I came again right down her throat and kept her mouth filled with cock until it was all swallowed.  And I followed that by giving her a mouthful of piss to swallow.

I dragged her by the hair to her new cage.  Not big enough for her to stretch out or even to sit comfortably.  She had to curl up like a cat in order to fit.  I locked the cage. I asked her what she had to say.  She said” Thank You Master.” I asked what she wanted to do tomorrow.  She told me she wanted to suffer more for me that I should hurt and humiliate her even more than tonight.  That she loved me and that her body was mine and she only hoped that her suffering would bring me pleasure.  I smiled and told her each day would only bring me pleasure if I could take her further into pain and humiliation, more and more every day.  And she said that that’s what she wanted too.

I said good night, Oh and don’t you dare piss in that cage.  If you do I will have to clamp you up tomorrow night.  Sweet dreams.

her story

From the first time i came to the bar, i knew I’d be back.  There was something about that bartender.  Though i never went up to the bar, i couldn’t stop looking at Him and the way He treated some of the other girls who would go up to the bar. The first night i was there i watched as a very skimpily dressed girl went up to the bar and sat lifting her skirt so her bare ass was on the bar stool.  He served her a drink and smiled at her, and then she unbuttoned her blouse and sat there with her tits almost popping out.  He came back and reached across the bar and played with her tits, even grabbing her nipples it looked like He was squeezing and twisting, and she looked like she was stifling a scream.

Another time i saw a different girl reacting the same way, but when the bartender went on break she disappeared as well.  She came back a while later took the same seat with her skirt lifted, tits hanging our (very reddened in color) also the part of her ass that was visible was very red and her face was covered with what could only be cum.  And she just sat there.  When the bartender came back, He reached to grab her tits, she actually lifted them to him, He grabbed and twisted them and then spit on her face, she opened her mouth and He spit again right into it.  Then He gave her a glass full of a very yellow liquid.  i ambled over to order a drink and sat next to her and could easily smell what the liquid was.  i smiled at the bartender as i ordered my glass of wine, stayed long enough to watch the girl drink down the glass and then walked away with my wine.

The same girl came back the next day.  When she sat you could see several bruises on her ass and tits, once she sat made her tits totally hang out, and then sat them on the counter.  i couldn’t understand why no one said anything; the rest of the crowd just seemed to ignore it.  Ignored it when He smacked those tits after serving someone.  Ignored it when He picked up a smoldering cigarette that someone had left and put it out on her tit.  Ignored it when He handed her a whole lemon and told her to shove it up her ass and keep it there.  Ignored it when she told Him she loved Him and kissed Him passionately while He dug His fingernails into her tits.

I had no idea what i was thinking but it was obvious to me that i found this compelling.  i wanted to be her, but i didn’t understand why.  So i would keep coming back teasing myself up to that bar, eyeing the bartender, especially when there were no other girls, but then laughing and walking away when He said something to me.  But there was no doubt in my mind; i wanted what He was giving.  i kept flirting with the danger, but scared as i was i just kept ignoring His attentions.

Tonight that all changed, for He just came and took me, drugged me and threw me in the back of His van.  When i awoke i was tied up unable to move.  i was in agony, my tits were swollen from being tied, and scratched and bleeding and beaten.  The clamps on my nipples were biting hard and i remember screaming out that i was His, a slut to use as He pleased, His slut.  i remember begging Him to beat me with that wicked flogger, little balls at the end of the flogger tails torturing my tits, ripping off the wicked clamps so hard, i thought they took my nipples with them.  i remember He released me and pushed me to the floor to lick up the cum that had exploded from His cock while i screamed and as i did, He kept flogging me with my legs spread hitting my ass and cunt, crying screaming and devouring His cum. Then He pulled my Head up, and pushed His huge cock deep in my mouth using my Head to control it forcing down my throat, gagging around it hardly able to breath and Him cutting off my air supply totally at points, feeling His cum spurt into my throat, swallowing it, then my mouth filling with His piss, swallowing.  All the time letting Him know i was now His, and begging for the abuse that i deserved.

When He led me to the cage, i could hardly fit in.  i curled up like a cat and told Him something like: i was His and wanted to spend the next day and every day suffering in pain and humiliation for Him, that i loved Him and would do anything for Him.  He said He would make sure it was worse for me, better for Him every day.  Then He told me not to piss and walked away.

To be continued:

His Story:

The first thing I did the next morning was to go down the basement to the cage.  She was awake and whimpering.  I knew she was hurting, but also assumed she had to pee real bad.  There were a few drops on the floor telling me she was trying desperately to hold it in.  I laughed to myself thinking of the punishment I would bestow.  I reached in and grabbed her by the tit pulling her toward me, unleashed my cock and told her to drink, swallow, suck and swallow.  I also told her that meant swallowing every drop.  She really needed a lot of practice taking cock down her throat, so I had to use force to get my cock past that back part of her throat where her gagging felt so good, squeezing me, and the guttural screaming around my cock, oh how I loved it.  After she had swallowed all my cum, I gave her a bucket and told her she could piss.  Then I brought her upstairs naked and told her to make me breakfast.

I watched her as she made me eggs admiring the marks on her body.  I lit a cigarette and walked over to her, grabbed her around and shoved my cock up her tight ass.  “push back get it in all the way” I told her and she did, then I lifted the cigarette and as I started to pump her ass, I kept touching the lit cigarette against her body, anywhere, but mostly on her tits.  And as she jumped and writhed it made my cock feel so good and I exploded up her ass as I pushed the lit cigarette into her right nipple leaving it there until I was spent.  I told her she’d better keep all that cum tight in her ass until I allowed her to expel it.  I sat back down at the table and let her serve me telling her to feed me so I could continue to cause her pain as she did.

As she fed me, I slapped her tits, tummy, thighs and ass paying special attention to those burn spots.  She jumped and writhed and wriggled not only from the pain but also trying to hold that cum in her ass, like a cum enema.  She was losing the battle as I could see some of the cum begin to dribble from her ass.  Since all this was making me hard again anyway, I pushed her over the table and shoved my cock back up her ass again soon giving her another dose of cum.  I told her to hold it and her position and I went and got one of those huge butt plugs which I shoved up her ass to keep the cum inside her.  Then I pulled her up from the table and made her clean me off since it was covered in cum and shit.

Then I served her breakfast.  I took a dog bowl from the cabinet and filled it with dry oats, I pissed into the bowl and put it down on the floor.  “This is all you get to eat today my cunt so “enjoy.  I don’t allow my slaves any pleasures and that includes the taste of food. Eat it all, lick the bowl and thank me for the wonderful meal I allowed you.” She gagged and coughed, but eventually finished it all and thanked me properly.

I brought her back down to the basement, removed the butt plug and allowed her to expel into the bucket.  Only then did I unlock the bathroom in the basement and told her to clean out the bucket.  When she was done, I tied her hands together pulled them up over her head and attached them to a hook in the ceiling, and turned on the hose to clean her off, cold and hard.  I locked her back in the cage and told her I would be back later for more fun and for the punishment she needed for allowing a few drops of piss on the floor.

her Story

i wasn’t able to sleep, but just lied there whimpering.  Every part of my body hurt and i had to pee soooooo bad!  i had even let a few drops of pee escape.  But they were so small i hopedHewouldn’t notice.  He grabbed me by my tit, pulling me hard toward Him digging in to my already mauled meat, pulled out His cock and shoved it in my mouth and pissed, i had to keep swallowing which was hard being gagged with His cock and then when He finished peeing,He just kept it there and told me to suck and shoved it further back forcing it hard into my throat holding my head against His crotch and pumping, i could hardly get any air as He just kept going and i gagged around it until His cum began to fill my mouth trying hard to swallow and not to spill as it spurt into my throat.

When He was done and i had swallowed it all, He gave me a bucket and told me i could pee.  He watched intently with that smirky smile knowing how degrading it was to squat over the bucket and pee.  Then He grabbed me by the hair and led me upstairs and told me to make breakfast.

As i was preparing His eggs, He came up behind me with a cigarette in His hand and i felt His cock at the entrance to my asshole already hard Hejust forced it hard into my ass, telling me to push back into Him and get it in as far as it would go.  And as He did i felt the first kiss of the cigarette on my tit, i screamed and jumped and wriggled as He continued to touch the cigarette tip to my tits and anywhere He could.  i screamed and bucked with each touch and He pumped harder and harder and the cigarette burned me until He was ready and i could feel it getting ready to explode and He brought the cigarette right up against my nipple and crushed it into it as He came hard up my ass and i screamed and though i would pass out.  He told me to hold all that cum in my ass.

He then brought me back to the table and told me to feed Him as i stood there so that He could cause me pain as He ate.  And as i fed Him He slapped me all over but seemed to concentrate on all the spots that He had burned me.  wiggled and screamed and tried hard to hold the cum deposit in my ass, but i knew i was failing.  Suddenly He pushed me hard down over the table and shoved His cock up my ass again pounding me harder than even before,  It felt like He was splitting me apart until He shot into me again.  He told me I’d better hold it, but it was really hard, as if i had gotten an enema, but i struggled until He returned and shoved a big hard fat plug into my ass.   Then He pulled me from the table pushed me down to my knees with His dirty cock in front of my face and made me clean Him off.  The taste was disgusting, i didn’t mind the cum but the shit that had stuck to Him made me gag and want of vomit, but i somehow controlled it.

He dragged me by the hair over to the corner of the kitchen and took out a dog feeding bowl.  He also took a box of oatmeal and poured it into the bowl, then Heput it down on the floor and pissed in it.  He told me that was all i was getting to eat today, that i was a slave and didn’t deserve any pleasure including the taste of food, but that i had to eat whatever was given to me completely.  i couldn’t even stand the smell, let alone the taste, but i tried to eat, gagging and coughing, bits of oatmeal getting stuck in my throat, and cramping terribly from all the cum filling my bowels.  i struggled but eventually i was down to the bottom licking the bowl clean.  i looked up at Him, smiled and said “Thank You Master for giving me such a wonderful meal and allowing me to eat.”

Grabbing my hair again He led me down to the basement removed the plug and pushed me into the cage and told me to expel into the bucket which was a big relief.  He unlocked the bathroom door and told me to clean out the bucket.

Afterwards He tied my hands together and attached them to a hook in the ceiling, picked up a hose and began spraying me hard with cold water.  The spray was so hard it felt like needles were sticking into me all over. The burn spots coming alive again in pain.   He pulled my legs apart so He could make sure to get my cunt and asshole clean. He turned it off, took me down and locked me back up in the cage, told me he’d be back later, that He needed to punish me for allowing piss drops on the floor.  He left and i lied on the cold cement floor, cold, wet and shivering.  Thinking to myself this is who i am, what i was meant to be.

To be continued:

A man walked through the door of the building. It was a filthy establishment. He looked to the stage and saw a young woman – sixteen or seventeen by the looks – being raped. She was fighting it, but it was obvious that the men would have their way regardless of how she felt.

The man approached the bar. He ordered a whisky and got it, in a glass so filthy he was almost afraid to drink it.

“What the hell,” he thought. “If this doesn’t kill me, the damn cirrhosis will.”

Looking at the stage, he waved to the bartender.

“I thought there were three sisters working here,” he said in heavily accented Thai.

“They are up next,” the bartender said. “In about five minutes from the look of it.”

The girl was choking. One of her rapists had shoved his dick too far down her throat and was having difficulty getting it back out. As the audience watched, she turned blue, went into convulsions, and died. To the man’s amazement, at least half of the audience was clapping politely. This definitely was a strange culture.

After the stage was cleaned up, three young women came out. According to the MC, they were sisters. They were Elizabeth (20 years old), Melinda (18 years old), and Amy (18 years old). Other than the man, they were the only white people in the Asian-filled building.

The oldest one waved at someone off-stage and a man came out leading a horse. After tying reins to a ring in the floor, the man left. Elizabeth immediately sunk to her knees and started sucking the horse’s dick. While she was doing that, Melinda opened a can of lard someone had handed her and started coating her right hand and forearm. Once the arm was completely covered, the 18-year-old started forcing her arm up her sister’s ass. The fact that it did not require too much effort (and the fact that Elizabeth never slowed down as she continued giving the horse a blowjob) indicated that this was not the first time the 20-year-old had had that done to her.

The youngest sister, Amy, started working her fist into Elizabeth’s pussy. none of the girls looked overly enthusiastic, but they were not fighting it either.

“They do this every night,” the man asked the bartender.

“Yes. Every night. They switch places though. Tonight it is the eldest fucking the horse. Last night it was the middle one.”

“Do you rent them out to customers?”

“Of course. How many of them and how long?”

“All three from whenever they are done on stage until tomorrow morning.”

“That will be $300 dollars American.”

“And if I kill them?”

“Then you kill them. It is the New Year tonight. There will be enough noise that no one will hear you. Normally, I would raise the price, but those three are so loose, that they cannot please a man anymore. I need to replace them anyway. Are you sure you want them?”

The man had already fished out $500 dollars.

“I want them. Can you end their show early?”

The bartender looked at the money in front of him.

“Certainly. Have a nice night, mister.”

“I will try. It looks like it will be a good one.”

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. The man opened it and the three young ladies walked in. He was using a room loaned to him by the bartender. The fact that it had a TV and VCR was great. Looking at the three girls, he motioned for them to remove their clothes. They did so. The man was stunned. They were as beautiful as their mother had been.

“Hello girls,” he said. “My name is Ed. Have a seat. We are going to watch a few short films and then have some fun.”

“Are you going to kill us, now,” Elizabeth asked.

Ed looked at the girl. She was beautiful, but the look in her eyes was all but dead. Considering the things that could happen in this room tonight, Ed realized that killing her was not the worst of them.

“Do you want me to kill you?”

“Not really,” Melinda replied, “but normally, when a show is cancelled early, the girl goes to meet a ‘guest’ and never returns.”

“Well,” Ed replied, “to answer your question, no. I have no plans to kill you. I was telling you the truth earlier. We are going to watch a few movies. Then, in about 90 minutes, we are going to have some fun. Well, ‘fun’ may not be the right word, but you will see.”

“Are they movies we really want to see,” Melinda asked.

“What do you mean?”

“They make movies here,” Amy said. “Movies where they kill girls. It happens when the girls have been here for a while and the men are not paying to rent them anymore. That is why Elizabeth asked if you were going to kill us. It will happen to us soon.”

Ed shuddered. They obviously knew about snuff films. They were expecting to be killed in the making of them. He was not so sure that showing the films was such a good idea, after all.

“Um,” he said, “I do not know if you recognize me, but I am……”

“Uncle Ed,” Amy said. “Dad’s boss from back in America.”

“That’s right,” he replied, surprised. “I didn’t think you would remember.”

“Never mind that,” Elizabeth said. “You wanted to show us some movies. What are they? Your reluctance to answer Melinda’s question tells me that they are not movies we would want to see, but you already knew that. Why are you here, Ed?”

Ed looked at Elizabeth. The dead look in her eyes was gone. There was a kind of fury smoldering there, now. She was very intelligent. She was able to see that he had a hidden agenda. She was also – perhaps most dangerously – very, very pissed.

He sighed and set the movies down. Walking to the door, he locked both deadbolts and put the bar on the door.

“That is a useless gesture,” Amy said with a harsh chuckle. “If they want in here, they will just come through the wall. The walls are paper-thin.”

“Whatever,” Ed said. “You are right, Elizabeth. They are not movies you want to see. They are movies of people being killed. I need you to see them so I can give you a better understanding of the situation.”

“I don’t know,” he continued, “if you will…..”

“Just shut up and start the movies.”

Ed shook his head in sorrow and started the first movie. If he expected shock or grief to move the girls when they saw their mother kill their eldest sister, he was disappointed. After the movie ended, he removed the tape and look at the girls.

“I am sor…..”

“Put in the next one,” Amy said, cutting him off.

The second was even worse than the first. Ed had hated this one most of all. The sick things the girl’s mother had been forced to do to her…. It made him ill just watching it. After a few moments, he ran to the bathroom and threw up noisily. The girls ignored him.

Seeing the look the girls gave him as the second movie ended, he just ejected the tape and put in the third movie. The girls watched in silence. If they were confused at the lack of sound in this one, they did not show it. When it was over, Ed pulled the tape and put all three movies back in his briefcase. Looking at his watch, he realized they still had 25 minutes before the excitement began.

“I am sorry you had to find out this way,” Ed said, “but your sisters and mother have been dead for eight years now.”

“We knew,” Amy said. “The men who brought us here were joking about it.”

“What,” Ed asked, astonishment clear in his tone. “You knew?”

“For eight years, now,” Melinda replied.

“Perhaps,” Elizabeth said, her voice full of menace, “you should tell us how you came by those movies and how you found us.”

Ed was no fool. The girls were naked and there were no apparent weapons handy. This girl, however, could possibly kill him if she felt the urge. Looking at her, he sighed and nodded.

“I will tell you everything I can,” he said. “There is, however, a problem.”

Looking around, he found a pen and paper. Cautiously scanning the room for cameras, he found none. Elizabeth, understanding his concern grabbed the pen and paper.

“There are no cameras in here,” she wrote. “They have a studio somewhere in the city for the films, but there are too many thieves in this area.”

“In 20 minutes,” Ed wrote after a quick look at his watch, “there will be a loud commotion in the bar. There will be shooting and yelling. We will go out that window by the bathroom.”

The two younger sisters, trusting their older sister to tell them what they needed to know, realized it was too quiet in the room and started making love to each other. The noise would satisfy anyone listening in from outside the door. Melinda motioned to her sister and they moved closer to Ed and Elizabeth so Melinda could give him a blowjob. His grunts of pleasure only added to the noise.

Elizabeth smiled as she looked at her younger sisters. They were quick.

“It was too quiet in here,” Elizabeth wrote as Ed gave her an incredulous look.

“I see,” Ed wrote as he realized that the girls were right.

“Anyway,” Elizabeth scrawled, “we are on the second floor. We cannot get out that window.”

“We will,” Ed replied with a smile. “A friend of mine will be waiting with a cart right below the window. He works with a laundry service and the cart will be full of sheets. We will jump onto the pile of sheets and get away from here. You and your sister will hide under the pile.”

“And where are we going?”

“America.”

“How?”

“We will go from here to the airport and then we will fly to Los Angeles. I have a private jet standing by.”

Further discussion was interrupted as a riot became audible below. There were heavy footfalls outside the door as the guards ran to the bar to investigate. Ed quickly pulled up his pants and moved to the window.

With a sigh of relief, he saw his friend waiting below the window. Scanning the street and windows, he saw no one who would be able to report the incident. Waving to the girls, he jumped out the window and landed in the cart. He looked up to the window and, seeing the three girls there, waved again.

Ignoring their current state of undress, the girls followed Ed’s example and were soon buried under a pile of dirty sheets as they were carried to the airport.

—–

“Wow,” Amy said as she exited the shower. “I didn’t know that you could have a shower on an airplane.”

Amy was the last of the three sisters to enjoy the shower. When Ed said he had a private jet, he was not kidding. When they had arrived at the airport, they were rushed into the plane so quickly, it was doubtful anyone noticed that the white ‘dresses’ they wore were actually sheets.

Within five minutes of boarding the plane, they were airborne. Now, three hours later, they were on their way to Tokyo, where they would catch a flight on ANA (All Nippon Airways). The flight from Tokyo to Los Angeles would take a little under 10 hours.

“It is a new development,” Ed said with a smile. “Emirate Airlines introduced showers in their big A380s in 2008. In a smaller plane like this, it was relatively easy to get an engineering firm to build a shower into it. What was difficult was getting the necessary waivers to allow it.”

“Well,” Elizabeth said, “it has been years since we have been this clean. So, ‘Uncle Ed’, what now?”

Ed knew this was coming, but he still has not sure how to say it.

“Um, what do you remember of your last few days in America?”

“Well,” Melinda said, “our father had just died. Mom went to his funeral. While she was gone, Michelle was in charge. Then some guys from dad’s office came and picked us up to take us to your place. We were on our way to a mall, I think, when a white van hit the car we were in and we were……I don’t know. I blacked out and woke up on an airplane.”

“Same here,” Elizabeth agreed as Amy just nodded.

“Ok,” Ed said with a heavy sigh. “You know that it was your mother who killed Michelle and Elaine, right?”

“That was what was shown on the tapes,” Elizabeth said angrily.

“And you saw her killed on the last tape by a masked person.”

“Yes,” Elizabeth replied.

“She was doing it to save your lives. She thought I was going to adopt you.”

“Huh,” Amy asked, confused. “She killed Chelly and Lany to save us? I don’t get it.”

“The people who abducted you, your mother, and your sisters told your mother that your father had been stealing from the company. He had stolen quite a bit and now the company wanted the money back.”

“But dad is dead.”

“Right,” Ed said. “That is why they gave your mother a couple of options. They were going to kill her and sell the tape on the black market to raise the money. Killing a 30-something woman, however, would not sell for a lot. Having the 30-something woman kill her own daughter on tape……now that would sell.”

“That is fucking sick,” Elizabeth said disgustedly.

“I happen to agree,” Ed continued. “The options they gave your mother were to kill Elaine and Michelle and allow it to be filmed, or, refuse to cooperate and let the abductors kill all of you on film. Seeing that Michelle and Elaine were going to die either way, your mother chose the way that would save you three.”

“Damn,” muttered Elizabeth, her anger fading a bit.

Ed was almost surprised when he saw the tears begin. The girls had hardened themselves to the point where they could take practically anything, but their mother’s decision still hit them hard. Wanting to give the girls a few minutes to digest what he had said, he left to speak with the flight attendant.

“So,” Elizabeth said when Ed returned, “we were supposed to be adopted by you. What happened?”

“Well,” Ed said, “this is where the story gets bad. Before we go further, though, a few questions.”

“Ok,” Elizabeth said, her patience growing thin. “What are they?”

“What was your mother like?”

“Huh? Mom? Uh, she was like most moms. We had a maid that helped out, but mom did most of the cleaning and cooking. I know she was always there for school events.”

“Did she work outside of the home?”

“Hmmm. No. I kind of remember her having a fight with dad about it once. She wanted to go back to work, but he said her place was in the home raising us kids.”

“That sounds like the Amanda I knew.”

“So, spill it, Ed. What don’t we know?”

“Okay. Your mother and sisters were killed because of an affair your father had with another woman. He stole nothing from the company.”

“What,” Melinda asked. “An affair?”

“Yes. Your father wanted a son. He wanted a son more than anything. His wife, however only gave him daughters. After five daughters, she said ‘no more’. Five kids were enough for her.”

“That, however,” continued Ed, “did not stop your father’s desire for a son. While he was at work, he met a woman he found attractive. She was receptive of his advances and they soon were meeting after hours to have sex. To his delight, he got her pregnant and they discovered that it was going to be a boy.”

“But mom…..”

“That is right. Your mother. If your father wanted to have a legitimate son, he would have to marry the woman before the boy was born. He was thinking about divorcing your mother when he died.”

“The woman,” he continued, “convinced that your mother was to blame for his heart condition, arranged everything. She arranged to have your mother kidnapped and killed. She arranged the deaths of your sisters. Lastly, she arranged for you to spend the last eight years in that bar.”

“How did you find out about all this, Uncle Ed,” Amy asked. “How did you find us?”

“That,” he replied sadly, “was easy. I knew where you were for the last eight years. Not the precise bar, but I knew you were being forced to do those things somewhere in that city. I knew, you see, because the woman is my own daughter, Alanna, and I helped her.”

That was it. Elizabeth snapped and lunged for Ed. As fast as she was, however, she was seated while her younger sisters were still standing. The younger girls quickly grabbed their out-of-control big sister and pinned her down.

“Let him talk, Liz,” Amy said. “Let him talk.”

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, OLD MAN,” screamed Elizabeth.

“Shut up, Liz,” Melinda said as she slapped her big sister’s face. “I am sure he has a reason for his actions. And he did get us out of that hellhole.”

“You better have a reason, Ed,” Melinda continued. “If you don’t, I will kill you myself; even if you did rescue us.”

Elizabeth, no longer hysterical, glared at Ed. She nodded at Melinda and Amy, letting them know it was safe to let her go. The younger girls released her and she sat up. Still glaring, she waited for him to go on.

“If you really want to kill me, Elizabeth, I will allow it. I have cirrhosis and it is starting to affect my kidneys. This can result in acute renal failure. Death, in other words. I know it will happen sooner or later. Right now, I am still able to care for myself and move around on my own. As the disease progresses, I may lose that. I would rather die than be an invalid.”

“But,” he continued, “I have more information for you that you will want. When we are done with our business together, then I will let you do what you want. And, for your information, I did have reason for my actions.”

“When your father was a boy, he was like a son to me. I knew your mother as a chid because her father was a partner in my law firm. Your mother did not know my daughter, but your father played with her a lot. When your father died, it was like my own boy had died.”

“If you knew our mother,” Melinda asked, “how could you help your daughter kill her like that?”

“I knew about the affair. Your father and my daughter often met at my place for their…….”

“We get it,” Amy said.

“Anyway,” Ed continued, “they both told me of how your mother was killing your father. She was refusing to go back to work. She was refusing to cook or clean around the house. She had a maid in 7 days a week and it was the maid that cared for you and everything.”

“They painted her out to be a user. And when your father had his first heart attack, it was described as a result of stress caused by your mother. By the time he had his fourth heart attack, the one that killed him, I was convinced your mother was as bad as they were saying.”

“So,” Melinda asked, “what made you change your mind?”

“About a year ago, I made a discovery. I met your maid at a local grocery store and I struck a conversation about your family. The poor woman was most informative. She told me several things, some of which you just confirmed. One of these things was that your mother was not staying at home by her own wishes.”

“When I discovered that your mother was not the person described by your father and my daughter, I did some more digging. Everything they had told me about your mother was a lie. I decided to confront my Alanna.”

“For several years, now, she has been living in Italy. She would come back occasionally to get money. I am the sole administrator on your father’s estate. I manage all finances and give out money, as needed, for the care of his child.”

“Well,” Ed continued, “Alanna and I had a fight shortly after your mother’s death. I had a guilty conscience and was very upset over the entire affair. Alanna decided she did not want to be near me anymore and moved to Italy.”

“She would never tell me where she lived. She would just show up from time to time and demand money. Despite how I feel about her, I love my grandson, your half-brother.”

“I, against my better judgment, gave her viewing priveledges on the estate bank accounts. I was hoping to rebuild out relationship. I hoped that she would see how hard I worked to provide for her son.”

“I had taken your father’s $2 million policy and invested it. In almost five years, it was close to $150 million. There are no checks and balances on it. I can pull any amount out and call it a management fee.”

“When I decided to confront Alanna, I needed to find her. I hired a detective to track her down and report back to me. The guy was great. It took only two weeks. I went to Italy and was about to go up to her house when I saw her come out. She had a man with her. They got in their car and left.”

“I could not believe my eyes. I waited for them to come back and, seven hours later, they did. I was much closer at that time and before they went into the house, I called out to them.”

Closing his eyes, the memories of that afternoon came crashing back.

—–

One year ago…

Ed stood outside the villa in Ancona. He could not believe his eyes. Alanna was walking to the door with a man Ed knew very well. He suddenly realized he had to say something.

“Hello, John,” Ed said as he approached the couple.

“DAD,” Alanna exclaimed, “what are you doing here?”

“Apparently,” Ed said, “I am looking at a man that has been dead for the last seven years. Care to explain how this is possible?”

Alanna and John looked at each other for a moment. They knew that this had to be handled delicately. With Ed as the only administrator for John’s estates, he was indispensable.

“Come on in, Ed,” John said. “I think we could all do with a drink.”

“I agree,” Ed said. “I know I could use one.”

They entered the villa and immediately were ambushed by a 6-year-old boy who was being chased by his nanny.

“Lucia,” Alanna said to the nanny, “could you take Johnny to his room and keep him occupied? John and I have business with this man and we would like it quiet.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the maid responded as she took hold of the boy and retreated into the back of the villa.

“What can I get you to drink, dad?”

“Don’t worry about that, Alanna,” Ed said. “I think I just changed my mind about that drink. Tell me, John. How is this possible?”

“Well, Ed,” John said as he took a sip of his bourbon, “you know how they say everyone has a doppelganger out there? I found mine eight years ago. As luck would have it, he had similar health issues.”

“Let me see if I understand this,” Ed interrupted. “The body of the man in your casket in Midlawn Cemetery is that of the doppelganger?”

“Yes.”

“What about that business with Amanda and your daughters?”

“Ed,” John said plaintively, “you know I have always wanted a son. More than anything else in this world, I wanted a son. I loved Amanda, but she would not give me a son.”

“Not for lack of trying, John. She gave you five daughters.”

“Daughters, Ed. Daughters. I wanted a son. After Amy was born, she went ahead and had her tubes tied to prevent any more pregnancies. I couldn’t have that, Ed. I wanted a son. Alanna gave me one.”

“And so, with Alanna pregnant with your son, you just threw away your wife and daughters?”

“Well, divorce was out of the question. I had no real grounds for divorce and she would have taken half of everything. Then I remembered the life insurance policy. I arranged my ‘death’ and used the body of the doppelganger as my replacement.”

“But because the policy would go to Amanda, you had more work to do, right?”

“Right, dad,” Alanna said. “I convinced him that I knew how to get Amanda out of the picture.”

“It was brilliant,” John said. “I really didn’t love Amanda or her slut daughters at that point. The bitch denied me a son. That was the last straw. So when Alanna proposed her plan, I agreed.”

“You killed your daughters.”

“No,” John objected. “Technically, Amanda did. And as for the three younger ones, they are probably still alive. They would still be kind of young.”

“I think I am going to be sick,” Ed said as he got to his feet. “I should go to the police with this.”

“That would not be wise, dad. If you did that, you, me, and John would all go to jail. Who would care for Johnny?”

Ed was unable to think of a clean way out. Shaking with frustration, he began to cry.

“Easy, Ed,” John said comfortingly. “I know this is a shock. Just take it slow.”

“Yeah, dad,” Alanna agreed. “Go back to New York and take care of things there. I will call you in a few days.”

“But your daughters, John. What about them? Don’t you care where they are?”

“I know you feel bad, Ed,” John replied calmly. “Just remember. I wanted a son. I already told you that I didn’t love the little bitches. Why the hell would I care how they ended up?”

“Go back to New York, Ed. Keep managing my estate like you have been and no one needs to know that I am still alive.”

—–

“Uncle Ed,” Amy prodded. “You called out to them?”

“Oh,” Ed said, snapping back to the present, “right. I called out to them and they turned to see me. You may have already guessed, but it was your father with Alanna.”

Melinda and Elizabeth nodded, showing they had guessed. Amy was still having a little difficulty getting over her shock.

“Daddy? But he died.”

“Apparently not, Amy,” Melinda said.

“Hmmm,” Amy said, thoughtfully, “so he arranged for mom to kill Chelly and Lany. Then he let Alanna kill mom and send us to……”

“Yes,” Elizabeth said, seeing that Amy could not continue. “So, Ed. You found out our father was still alive and they had duped you. Then what?”

“Well, they convinced me to not go to the police. I went back to New York and managed the estates. A month later, I was able to track down the men who transported you three to Thailand eight years ago. It was not easy to locate them. Unfortunately, they did not know which place bought you after he delivered you to the broker.”

“I spent another month searching the seedier bars in Bangkok and finally found you. Once I found you, I contacted some friends and arranged the escape. You know the rest. Here we are.”

“So,” Melinda asked, “what next?”

“Well,” Ed replied, “I am concerned about you three. You have all been through some serious trauma, both mental and physical. I know from the bartender back there, that you had been used by that horse. I would like you to see a surgeon and see if we can get some of that physical damage corrected.”

“Huh?”

“Well, the bartender mentioned that you were going to be replaced because you were not tight enough to satisfy the customers. That says, to me, that your bodies are damaged. I have the money to give you as much care as you would like. I know this is probably embarrassing, but you deserve better.”

Amy shook her head.

“It is not embarrassing, Uncle Ed,” Amy said. “I don’t know what it would take to embarrass me, but it is more than that. O do not know about Liz and Mel, but I will accept your offer. I know that I could use some ‘tightening’ down there.”

Melinda and Elizabeth were not as at ease about it, but they were nodding. Neither of them had any illusions. They were, for lack of better words, ‘damaged goods’. Surgery would help with that. Knowing that the money came from an estate that, technically, belonged to their father, made it even better.

“After that is done and you have recovered,” Ed continued, “I have a request to ask of you.”

“What is it,” Amy asked. “After getting us back home and taking care of us, I think I am willing to do practically anything for you.”

Ed spent a minute looking out the airplane window. Heaving a deep sigh, he looked back at the girls.

“I would like you three to kill Alanna.”

—–

“Okay,” Amy said with a smile.

“What,” Elizabeth asked, aghast. “Amy, wait a minute. Do you know what you are agreeing to? He just asked us to kill someone.”

“Yes,” Amy agreed, the smile still on her face, “he did. He asked us to kill the person who got mommy to kill Chelly and Lany; the person who, in fact, killed mommy and arranged to have us spend the last few years getting raped and fucking a horse in some filty bar.”

Amy’s smile was now gone. In its place was a look that scared her sisters. Amy’s calm acceptance of even the worst indignities forced on them had convinced the older two that Amy was almost retarded. Now, they saw that it was a defense mechanism. She had sort of slept through the horrors of the last few years, accepting it because there was no other choice.

Now, their youngest sister was awake. In her posture and expression, they saw none of the slow-witted acceptance to which they were accustomed. Elizabeth wondered if this was a good thing.

“Amy,” Elizabeth said, “I think…..”

“No, Liz,” Amy cut off. “We are done with that. The woman who stole our family is out there. Ed, our dear Uncle Ed, has rescued us and given us the means to reclaim our lives. In return he is asking us to avenge our dead mother and sisters. I, for one, think we should do it.”

“I did not,” Amy continued, “hear anything that leads me to believe that he is forcing us to do this, so, if you and Mel do not want to do it, have your surgery and move on with your lives. Me? I am going to do this. The one problem I have is that I have no real skills with which to pull it off.”

“I think I can help with that,” Ed said. “I have lots of friends. One was a navy seal and another was with the rangers. If you are willing to put in the time, they can train you to do this.”

Amy was all smiles. There was now a cheerfulness radiating from her that gave her sisters mixed feelings.

“I’m in,” Amy said. “About how long do you think it will take to train me?”

“Train us, you mean,” Melinda added with a sigh. “I cannot let you do this on your own, Amy. I’m in, too.”

“Fuck,” Elizabeth said with a sigh of her own. “Looks like the three stooges are reuniting. Count me in, too, Uncle Ed.”

“Excellent. Now remember, girls. Until you actually go to kill her, you can back out and I will not be disappointed in you at all. I have had a guilty conscience for these last eight years. I do not want you to go through that.”

“Not just her,” Amy said.

“Huh,” Ed asked.

“We are not just going to kill Alanna,” Amy clarified. “When we go to do it, I will kill daddy as well. He must pay as well. He is not blameless. He will die with her. Only their son will be spared. He, alone, is innocent.”

Elizabeth and Melinda were now scared. This was a side of Amy no one had ever seen. In the past, they had always been able to control her. Melinda was pretty sure, now, that Amy had let herself be controlled. They agreed with her thinking, but neither of them had ever seen her this determined.

“Yeah,” Melinda said. “Dad has to die as well. He is just as guilty as your daughter.”

“Okay,” Ed said hesitantly. “Who will care for John Jr?”

“Well,” Amy said, “if I have a clear understanding of the situation, he is almost 8 years old. You never did tell us how long it would take to train us, but I can wait. If we wait until he is in high school, say 15 years old, he will be more self-sufficient. As such, his caring half-sisters would likely be able to take care of him.”

Elizabeth was beginning to worry about her sister’s plan. Seven years? Amy wanted to wait 7 years to get her revenge?

“Wait a minute, Amy,” Elizabeth said. “You are talking about waiting 7 years. Just what kind of training are you planning on getting?”

“Mercenary training, Liz. I also want you two to learn martial arts. Think about it. If we went now, what fun could we have? You know nothing about torturing someone. You could accidentally kill them before we were satisfied.”

“When we go to kill them,” Amy continued, “I want to make them feel the pain mom, Chelly, and Lany felt. I want them to experience what we did. If I can manage it, I want daddy to be raped by a horse, just like you, me, and Mel.”

“Wow,” Melinda said, in awe of her little sister. “Amy. What happened to you?”

“What do you mean, Mel?”

“All the time we were in that bar, you just did as you were told. You never did anything without instructions. What happened?”

“We’re free, Mel. That is what happened. While we were there, I did what I had to to get by. You and Liz fought and got beaten. Do you remember that mother and her daughter that came to the bar seven years ago?”

“You mean the flight attendant and her daughter?”

“Yes. The daughter was told to fuck one of the patrons and she refused. Remember? The mother tried to intervene when they started beating the girl. What happened to the mother?”

“I remember,” Liz said. “They strung her up by her ankles and used a 2-man saw to cut her in half.”

“Right,” Amy said with a sad smile. “I learned that night that it was not worth fighting. You and Mel got beaten by the other girls if you showed initiative. You got beaten by the men if you did not service them. My way kept me from receiving any beatings. I tried to tell you before.”

“I remember,” Mel said, realizing that Amy was right.

“I still had to do all the sex things you two did, but I was not in too much physical pain over it.”

“I see,” Melinda replied. “And now that we are free, you don’t need to be all meek and mild. Is that it?”

“Partly,” Amy replied. “Another part, the biggest part, is the fact that I want revenge on the people that put us there. Until that is done, I cannot move on with my life. The problem is that, right now, I am in no condition to exact my revenge.”

Ed, listening to the girls’ conversation, had to agree with Amy’s logic. They were not ready to do anything about John and Alanna. He was not sure that Elizabeth and Melinda could wait the amount of time Amy wanted, but that was another question.

“Ok, girls,” he said. “We are almost to Tokyo. We will have a three-hour layover there. I am going to make some calls. One will be to a surgeon I know in Beverly Hills that can give you three the surgery you want. The others will be to those friends of mine that I mentioned. When we get you healed up, we will decide what to do.”

With that, the conversation ended. The girls sat in silence for the rest of the trip, each contemplating their own future.

—–

Four days later……

Elizabeth and Melinda were alone in the hotel room. They had been in the hotel room for two days and Amy had been about to go stir crazy. Ed agreed to go with her so they went to get some food rather than call down for room service…..again. This was the first time the older sisters had been able to talk privately since Ed rescued them.

“Melinda,” Elizabeth said to her sister, “what do you think about Amy, now?”

Melinda had to think about that. Their younger sister had certainly changed since their escape. There was a hard edge to her that neither sister had ever seen. Melinda thought she was hiding something.

“I don’t know,” Melinda replied. “I get the feeling that she is hiding something. Seeing how she has changed, I wonder how long she has been hiding it.”

“I know. I keep thinking back to that conversation on the plane. Didn’t you notice something odd when we were talking? When she was talking about killing Alanna and Dad?”

“Um, not really. I was pretty much in shock. I mean, I had never seen her act that way.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said patiently, “but I am talking about when she was talking about the training. She said she wanted us – you and me – to get martial arts training. She said we knew nothing about torturing people. Again, she was referring to you and me. What do you think about that?”

“Huh? Are you sure? She could have been talking about all three of us.”

“No. Her exact words were ‘I also want you two to learn martial arts….you know nothing about torturing someone….you could accidentally kill them before we were satisfied.’ Does that sound like she was including herself?”

“Hmmm. Now that you mention it, I think I do remember that. And you are right. It does not sound like she was including herself.”

“Which leads me to believe,” Elizabeth continued, “that you are right. She is hiding something. The question that concerns me now is this: do we really want to open Pandora’s Box and find out what it is she is hiding?”

“Maybe we should talk to Ed. See if he knows anything. She has stuck to his side like glue since we got on that plane in Bangkok. The only time she is away from him is when either of them are going to the bathroom or taking a shower.”

“No. I think we should ask her straight out when they get back. It may be nothing. We might be imagining the whole thing. You know how paranoid we got back there.”

“You’re right,” Melinda replied. “It might be nothing. Okay. We will ask her when they get back.”

“When we get back,” Amy asked as she and Ed entered the room. “You were talking about a ‘her’ so that leads me to believe you meant me. What do you want to ask me?”

Melinda blushed as she realized that she and Elizabeth no longer had a choice. Over the last 4 days, they had seen a side of Amy they had never encountered. She was sharp; frightfully sharp. She would know if they tried to lie to her. Melinda did not understand it, but Amy seemed to have a built-in lie detector.

“Well, Amy,” Melinda said, realizing that now was as good as any time to broach the subject, “we were wondering about something you said on the plane. You said that we needed to learn martial arts and we knew nothing about torturing someone. You weren’t including yourself, were you?”

“No,” Amy said with a sigh. “I wasn’t.”

“You know martial arts,” Elizabeth asked incredulously. “Where did you learn that?”

“Not just martial arts,” Amy replied. “I have been trained to fight bare-handed, with knives, with swords, and with handguns. You may not remember, but for the first four years we were in Thailand, I never saw you. I was too young for them to put on stage so they trained me in other ways.”

“Why,” Ed asked, intrigued.

“To protect the girls. There was fierce rivalry among the seedier bars there. One bar would often steal girls from another bar. With two few guards to fight off the more serious attempts, they wanted me – and a few other girls trained like me – to wait for an opening and then strike. Once we killed those who took us, we were to return the other girls to the bar.”

“They believed you would do that?”

“They did,” Amy said. “And to be honest, I would have. The girls at our bar were, if not treated well, treated better than any of the other bars in the area. Had the girls been found on the street with no one to look after them, they would have been fair game to anyone strong enough to hold them still. Deaths and physical damage were less frequent at our bar.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, though. The owners didn’t do it for love of the girls. The girls were just merchandise. The point was to take care of the merchandise. It is expensive to replace the girls. New girls have to be broken and retrained. That takes time and a girl being broken and retrained brings no money into the bar while costing the bar in meals and room.”

“No,” Amy continued. “They wanted us alive and well so we could draw money. That girl that died the night you rescued us? She shouldn’t have. There was no one to replace her. The bartender will get punished for that…..not to mention the men who killed her.”

“They would punish the bartender and the patrons? How?”

“The bartender would be killed and the patrons that killed the girl would be castrated. If someone really offended the owner, an example was made.”

“What kind of example?”

“One guy received a sex-change operation against his will. He was then sent to another of the owner’s bars and broken. Last I heard, he was servicing customers like the rest of the girls.”

“Wait a minute,” Elizabeth said. “I never heard anything about that. How do you know all this?”

“Like I said,” Amy replied. “I was trained to protect the girls. I was one of the few to carry out tortures and executions on those that abused the other girls. I was there when the guy got his sex-change operation.”

“It’s SRS,” Melinda said.

“What?”

“It is not called a sex-change operation, anymore,” Melinda answered with a smile. “The political correctness brigade now call it SRS, which stands for sex reassignment surgery.”

“Who gives a fuck,” Elizabeth demanded, exasperated. “You were killing people over there, Amy?”

“Yes.”

“How could you?”

“They told me that if I didn’t, they would kill you two. The choice was easy. And these men were scum. In the plane, I mentioned the mother who was cut in half because she tried to stop the customers from beating her daughter. The men who did that were the first men I killed.”

“It was a year after the incident. Apparently the men realized that they crossed the line and fled before the owner caught them. Well, eventually, they were caught. I had been training on the use of throwing knives and my trainer had me use these men as targets. By that time, I was good. When I was finished, there were 12 to 15 knives in each of the four men.”

Elizabeth was shocked. It was like hearing someone talk about someone else. There was no remorse. That, Elizabeth thought, was the worst part. There was no remorse at all for the killings Amy had performed.

“How many,” Elizabeth asked.

“Ehh?”

“How many men have you killed?”

“Ahhh. I have killed 247 men.”

“And women,” Ed asked. “I know that women there can be brutal as well.”

“True,” Amy said, “but we didn’t kill the women. They were sent to a different bar and one of that bar’s girls was brought to our bar. They couldn’t put someone who had killed one of our girls in with the rest of the girls. The offender wouldn’t last one night.”

“So, why do you want your sisters to get training?”

“I know that, alone, I could get in there and do the job, but I want to share this with them. To do that, they need to be able to protect themselves in case things don’t go as planned. I can wait while they get the training. I will go through it as well to add to the training I have already had.”

The older sisters could say no more. They knew they would need time to process all that their sister had said.

“Anyway,” Amy added, “that is for later. First on my agenda is to get my body fixed up. I know I am probably being narcissistic, but I want my pussy repaired, if possible. Then after recovering from that, I will look at whatever training your friends can offer.”

Ed looked at the older girls and smiled at the nods they gave him. He understood. Elizabeth was the oldest, but she was still only 20 years old. Their bodies had been seriously abused and if there was any way to correct any of that, he wanted to help them get it corrected.

—–

Four years later…..

Phillip Amsted looked around at all the casings and began to pick them up. The girls had used a lot of ammunition, but they were making some real progress. They still had a long way before they caught up with their younger sister, but, then again, so did everyone else Phillip knew.

Amy was something beyond his understanding. She was only 21 but handled knives, guns, and practically any weapon better than anyone he knew. She had even taught him a few things, though he hated to admit it.

She could, for example, hit a man-sized target at almost 200 meters without a scope. With a scope, her maximum range was close to 2000 meters. She had impeccable timing as well. She had shown him a trick he was dying to show Ed. Ed was one of the best sharpshooters Phillip had ever known, even if the old guy rarely went shooting these days.

“Alright, girls,” he said to Melinda and Elizabeth, “help me pick up this brass and then we will get back to the barracks.”

The girls cheerfully agreed. They had done well today and they knew it. It was, however, a hot and sticky day and a shower back at the barracks was just what they wanted.

The barracks were just that: barracks. A decommissioned military base in South America had been purchased by Ed and his friends for just this kind of training. They (the friends and the girls) could do whatever they wanted without fear of ‘authorities’. They had had some difficulty when they first arrived but after Amy was set loose on the squatters, there had been no more trouble.

Amy was not with the older girls. They were not happy, but they knew that Amy had more than extra previous training going for her. She had talent.

It did not matter what these men showed Amy. Within minutes, she was able to do it. After a couple of weeks, she was able to perform at the same level of expertise shown by their trainers. After a couple of months, the trainers were struggling to keep up with her.

Frankly, if Amy hadn’t been so sweet about the whole thing, the older girls would have been jealous. They still were, a bit, but Amy never rubbed it in their faces. She never bragged or even talked about her training. If the trainers didn’t talk where Melinda and Elizabeth could hear them, the older girls would never know anything about their sister’s training.

Amy never shirked her duties. From the minute they got there, she was helping out in any way she could. She never waited for anyone to ask her for something. She was always offering assistance.

As far as the older girls could tell, Amy’s behavior had two major side effects. First, Amy was the first person to be trusted with complicated, dangerous tasks. The men respected her. Second, her extra activities had a major benefit of making her supremely physically fit.

Amy, though she still had her petite form, was stronger than most of the men in the area. She could now run 30 miles without stopping. Melinda and Elizabeth pooped out after 10.

The older girls knew that they were never going to be as good as Amy was with these kinds of activities. Their satisfaction, however, came from the fact that, despite their inability to keep up with Amy, they were surpassing their trainers in many areas.

The one area, they still had difficulty with was marksmanship. Guns were still a problem. They were good, but they wanted to be better. That was why they pushed Phillip to bring them out to the range every day.

“Damn, girls,” Phillip said, startling Melinda from her thoughts as they finished picking up the casings and started back to the barracks, “I don’t know how much more I can teach you. You have come a long way in only 3 months.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said, “but we still aren’t as good as Amy.”

Phillip lost his smile and came to a halt.

“Listen,” he said as he turned to the girl. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but it will be very difficult, if not impossible to become as good as her with a gun. I have never, and I mean NEVER, seen anyone as good as she is.”

“It is good to want to be like her,” he continued as they resumed their jog back to the barracks, “but do not beat yourself up because you aren’t. You two are still better than 90% of the people on this base. When I said there wasn’t much more I could teach you, it was because you are as good as I am.”

“But it is not just guns with Amy. It is everything. She is like a one-woman army.”

“I know what you mean,” Phillip said with a chuckle. “To be honest, some of the trainers are afraid of her. They think that if they piss her off, she could kill them.”

“I don’t think she could do somethi…..”

“She could,” Phillip said, cutting Elizabeth off mid-sentence. “She never shows it, but there is a darkness in her. There is a purpose driving her and I pity anyone who gets in her way.”

Melinda and Elizabeth just looked at each other. They knew the motivation behind Amy’s actions. They couldn’t, however, tell anyone. Ed had been very specific on that point. There was no point in putting anyone else at risk.

As they crested the hill and looked down into the area surrounding the barracks, Phillip realized he might get his wish. Ed was here. Amy should be able to show him her trick.

“C’mon, girls,” he said with a smile. “It looks like your ‘Uncle’ is here. Let’s double-time it.”

Picking up the pace, they ran the last mile to the camp.

—–

“So,” Ed said to Mike Mitchell, the lead trainer and facilitator of this camp, “you think the girls are ready?”

“Ready,” Mike asked. “I do not know about that. You four have been as tight-lipped as anyone I have ever met when it comes to why they needed the training. what I do know is that there is nothing more we can teach them.”

“The older ones, Elizabeth and Melinda, could stand toe-to-toe with any special forces soldier in America. They have superior ability with guns and knives. They are proficient in three….no four schools of martial arts and as far as strategic planning is concerned, they are better tacticians than anyone else I know. Well, with one exception.”

“And what about Amy,” Ed asked.

“She is the exception. For the last year, she has been training us, not the other way around.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Afraid not, Ed,” Mike said. “That girl is kind of scary.”

“You are not the first to feel that, Mike.”

“Are you sure you cannot tell me what is going on? I am genuinely worried about Amy. She has something driving her and whatever it is, if there is someone in her way, they will suffer dearly.”

“I am sorry, Mike. That is their secret. I cannot say more.”

“No problem, Ed,” Mike replied with a smile. “I am just their trainer. You pay well and don’t place any restrictions on how we do our job.”

“I thought you were here,” Phillip huffed and puffed as he entered the room.

“Hi, Phil,” Ed replied with a smile. “You look all out. What’s wrong?”

“I just ran a mile with a 50-pound pack on my back. That’s what’s wrong. And let me tell you something. If either of you tell those girls I was this bad off, I will kill you.”

“Trying to show off for the girls, Phil,” Mike asked with a grin on his face. “That’s just sad. Remember. You are twenty years older than they are.”

“Fuck. I know that, but they weren’t even sweating hard.”

“See what I mean, Ed,” Mike asked, turning back to his employer. “They may not be ready, but they have had everything we can give them.”

“Oh, by the way,” Phillip interrupted, “is Amy back yet, Mike? I have something I want her to show you.”

“Yeah. She, Brent, Tony, and Rick all got back three hours ago. I think she was going to take a shower and a nap.”

“Great. I will be right back.”

Phillip ran to the barracks and gasped – just as he always did – when he saw Amy in the barracks. The girl never wore clothes indoors. Outside, she was never without gear that would help her hide in her surroundings. He shouldn’t have been surprised. The girl had no modesty.

She was beautiful. She had beautiful 32-C breasts and hair down to her ass. She may be only 5′2″, but she had a figure most women would kill for. Her physical activities, though rigorous, had not distorted her form, making her look like a female bodybuilder.

“Amy,” Phillip whispered into the sleeping girl’s ear. “It is time to ge…..”

Further discussion was lost as Phillip staggered back from a vicious blow that dislocated his nose.

“Oh, Phillip,” exclaimed Amy as she jumped up from bed and rushed to help him. “I am sorry. Oh, it looks like I broke your nose. Just a sec….”

Without giving him a chance to object, she placed her hands on either side of his nose and with a quick jerk, set it right. Phillip blanked out for a second as the pain overwhelmed him. While he was taking a second to recover, Amy got dressed. She knew he would never disturb her rest if she wasn’t needed for something.

“What can I do for you,” she asked, seeing that he was coming around again.

“Ugh. Yeah. Your ‘Uncle’ Ed is here. I was wondering if you could show him and Mike that trick you showed me the other day.”

“Trick?”

“Yeah. The coin trick.”

“Well, it is not really a trick, Phillip, but I could show them if you like.”

“Excellent. Then get…..oh. You are dressed. Then come with me.”

“Um. Ok.”

The two headed back and, after a minute, arrived at HQ.

“I see you woke her up,” Mike said. “Dislocated your nose, did she? And here I thought you had learned after the last time.”

“Shut up. Just come outside with us. You gotta see this.”

The three men and Amy went outside. Phillip gave Amy his gun and turned to Mike.

“Mike, you got a quarter?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Let me see it,” Phillip demanded, holding out his hand.

“Ok,” Mike said agreeably as he handed the quarter over.

“Call it, Ed. Heads or tails.”

“Um….heads.”

Without pausing, Phillip flipped the coin high into the air, watching as it flipped.

BANG!!

“WHAT THE FUCK,” exclaimed Mike as he jumped from the noise.

“Just this,” Phillip replied as he picked up the coin. “Take a look.”

“There is a hole in it,” Ed replied, stating the obvious.

“No kidding. But look. You can tell by the indent around the hole that the bullet struck the ‘heads’ side.”

“Dumb luck,” Mike said. “Yes, it is impressive that she can shoot a hole through a spinning coin, but hitting the called side? That has to be luck.”

“Try it again, then,” Phillip goaded.

“Okay,” Mike replied as he pulled another quarter from his pocket. “Tails this time.”

He flipped the coin high into the air and, realizing what was to come, quickly covered his ears.

BANG!!

“Damn,” Mike said as he picked up the coin. “Tails this time. Could still be luck, but why don’t you think so?”

“Yesterday, Amy and I went through a roll of quarters repeating this trick. 40 quarters. She hit the right side every time.”

“What does that mean,” Ed asked.

“Ed,” Mike said, “it means that her timing is perfect. Her eyes are right on as well. If she can see the flipping coin and time it so the bullet hits the right side as it is turning over and over, well, I have never seen anything like it.”

“Phil,” Mike said, “I think we are done here, for now. I have had reports from all the other guys and Melinda and Elizabeth are as good as we can make them. You agree with that?”

“I do.”

“Good. Then go tell the girls to pack up their gear. They will be leaving with Ed the day after tomorrow.”

“Sure thing, Mike,” Phillip answered as he left.

“That goes for you, two, little lady,” Mike said as he turned to Amy.

He paused for a moment as he looked at her. She was looking to the east, not saying anything. She was motionless, but both Mike and Ed could feel the tension pouring from inside her.

“Hey, Amy,” Ed said gently, getting her attention, “go pack your things. We will be leaving soon.”

“You bet, Uncle Ed,” she said as she jumped up and gave him a big hug.

She suddenly looked down and, noticing the gun still in her hand, gave the gun to Mike.

“Can you give that back to Phillip? Thanks. Oh. And please tell him I am sorry about his nose.”

She then turned and ran for the barracks. After watching her disappear, the two men went back inside to have a beer.

—–

Los Angeles, CA – two weeks later…..

Ed paced the room. Since getting back from the training camp, the apartment had been a scene of constant tension. Ed had suspected it before, but now he knew that Amy was calling the shots. There were moments when she was a sweet girl, just like when she hugged him at the camp, but they were few and far between. They also rarely lasted more than a few minutes.

The two older girls seemed content to let their little sister lead. It was no wonder, really. She was the smartest and strongest of the three. They all wanted revenge on their father and Alanna for the murder of their mother and older sisters, but only Amy seemed to have any ideas on how to accomplish it.

This was not the reason Ed was pacing. The reason for his pacing was that Amy had disappeared. Since arriving in Los Angeles almost two weeks before, the three girls had been content to allow Ed to take them anywhere they needed to go. They had all been together since arriving in the city.

This, however, must have been irritating Amy. When Ed, Elizabeth, and Melinda awoke this morning, they found a note from Amy on the table. She had been having difficulty thinking with everyone all around her, so she went for a walk to clear her head. There had been no mention of when she would be back.

It was now 14 hours later, 9:00pm. Ed was worried sick that something had happened. The girls still had no cell phones so there was no way to get in touch with her until she came back. Ed was torn between worrying about her well-being and the well-being of anyone who pissed her off. She had shown that she had a temper. The scary thing was that she was never out of control. Even when supremely pissed off, she was always in full control of her actions.

“Ed,” Melinda said, “you’re pacing again. Come and sit down. Worrying about her is not going to get her to come back any sooner. She’ll come back when she has found the solution to her problem.”

“Problem? What problem?”

“I don’t know.”

“Neither of us do,” Elizabeth added. “Amy just does this. When something is bothering her, rather than talk about it, she goes……what do the Australians call it, Mel?”

“Walkabout”

“Yeah. She goes walkabout.”

“And how long is she usually gone?”

“It varies,” Melinda said. “Sometimes it is hours, sometimes it is days. In the camp, she had Mike all worried once because she was gone for three weeks.”

“Three weeks? Jesus! What did she eat?”

“Whatever she could. Berries, nuts, bugs, whatever animal she could kill and cook. Hell, she shocked the camp when she came back because she was carrying this jaguar. It was a full-grown male that weighed around 220 pounds.”

“I remember that,” Elizabeth said with a chuckle. “It scared the hell out of Mike when he was taking the ropes off it and it snapped at him.”

“Yeah, and Amy just grabs Jim’s gun and puts three bullets in the animal’s head.”

“Why didn’t she kill it before,” Ed asked.

“I didn’t know how long it would take me to get back to camp,” Amy said as she entered the room. “I didn’t want the meat getting gamy. I had carried that damn oversized cat for six days. It was a great workout. The only annoying part was that I would have to set it down and brain it every six hours or so to keep it unconscious.”

“Amy,” Ed asked as he sunk into a chair, relief washing over him, “where have you been?”

“I needed to clear my head so I took a walk.”

“THAT WAS ALMOST 15 HOURS AGO,” Ed shouted, his anger rising.

“I am sorry, Uncle Ed,” Amy said contritely. “I just had this thought that had been bugging me for a few days and whenever I thought I had it, it would get lost.  I just needed time to figure this out.”

“And did you?”

“Yep. It was a question I have been meaning to ask you.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Do you still have the tapes your daughter made twelve years ago?”

“Yes,” Ed said with a frown. “I am sorry, but I have not destroyed them, yet.”

“Actually, that is a good thing. I need to see the one with your daughter killing mom.”

“What,” asked Melinda. “Why?”

“I understand if you two do not want to see it again,” Amy said to Melinda and Elizabeth, “but I need to ask Ed about something in it. It will only take a few minutes, so if you want to wait in the other room, go ahead.”

“No,” Elizabeth said. “I don’t know what it is you are curious about, but I can deal with it.”

“Me too,” Melinda said.

Ed, looking at the girls, sighed. He hated letting them see their mother’s pain. The poor woman had been stripped of all dignity and had been brutally tortured before death claimed her. As far as Ed could see, there was nothing worth watching that. One look at Amy’s face, however, was enough to tell him that she would not let this go.

Sighing again, he got up and went to his room and got the tape from the safe. Returning to the living room, he put the tape in the player and turned on the TV. At least, he thought, there is no sound on this one. The movie had only played for a few minutes, however, when Amy asked him to pause it.

“I thought I remembered this,” Amy said triumphantly. “Uncle Ed, how many women are on the screen?”

“Three,” Ed said thoughtfully as he looked at the screen. “Somehow, I had forgotten this.”

“Who is the woman helping your daughter?”

Ed was shook. Amy had seen the video only once……four years ago in that bar in Bangkok. She had never forgotten the details. Looking at the figure of the second torturer, he knew who it was from the size of the woman.

“Her name is Rita Caldwell. She was my daughter’s best friend. They kind of drifted apart after this occurred. I do know that Alanna sends Rita $10,000 a month as a kind of thanks for the help Rita gave back then.”

“Where does this Rita live?”

“I do not know.”

“Can you find her?”

“I can. You want her killed?”

“Um……no. Not yet, anyway. I just want to know where she is. She has information I want.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“The identity of everyone who was there that day,” Amy answered. “When they take mom to the kitchen, Rita and your daughter are in the picture, but the picture moves. This means the camera is held by someone. I want to know who held it. They are as guilty as Rita and Alanna.”

“How many people are you planning on killing?”

“So far? Only three; Rita, Alanna, and daddy. If I can find the cameraperson, I may hire him or her to run the technical side of filming our fun.”

“And this fun…..what do you have planned?”

“Before I tell you, Uncle Ed, I have another question. Do you want to be there?”

“”I do not know, Amy,” Ed said. “I really do not know.”

“Ok,” Amy said. “I was planning on you watching little Johnny while we do the dirty work. I was pretty sure you would not want to be there. As for the rest, it is quite simple.”

“We will take Rita first. We will not kill her for a while. We will keep her so Alanna can watch her friend die. You mentioned that daddy and Alanna always go to an island in the Caribbean around the end of November each year, right?”

“Yes. The last week of November.”

“And how big is this island?”

“It is a decent size. About half of one square mile.”

“Ok. That is about two months from now. I want Rita found. We will take her in the second week of June and then go to the island. You will stay here. After we take Rita, I will call you and you will remove your daughter’s ‘viewing privileges’ from the bank account. If she is checking it on a regular basis, it will not be long before she calls you to get an explanation.”

“You will go down there to talk to them about some investments you have planned. While you are there, you will try to get Alanna to allow you to spend an afternoon with your grandson. You two will go out on their boat. You did say they had a boat, right?”

“Yes. They have a yacht and a little fishing boat. The fishing boat is moored at the island year-round in the boathouse.”

“You can drive it,” Amy asked.

“I can.”

“Can you sail the yacht?”

“Yes. I did a lot of sailing when I was younger.”

“Even better. Then tell Alanna you want to go fishing with Johnny. She may be hesitant, but do whatever you can to convince her. Once you and Johnny are away, Mel, Liz, and I will strike. We will enter the house and use tranquilizer darts to put Alanna and daddy out. We will move them to a new location and I will call you, using Alanna’s phone.”

“You will,” Amy continued, “return to the island, saying that an emergency had come up and daddy and Alanna had to return to Italy. A helicopter from the mainland had picked them up and they took a plane home. They asked you to sail the yacht home as it would give you more time with Johnny.”

“Will I see John or Alanna again?”

“That,” Amy replied, “is up to you. If you want to watch her die, we can work something out with Johnny.”

“Uh, no,” Ed said. “I do not know if I could handle watching her die in front of me.”

“If you would like, we can film it for you.”

“You weren’t planning on filming it?”

“No,” Amy answered. “This is a one-time thing. For revenge. I will not need to watch it later.”

“Ok. I can find a film crew for you,” Ed said.

“Were you the one who found the film crew for Alanna?”

“Yes.”

“Did you know that they are all dead?”

“WHAT?!?”

Amy smiled. It was good to know that she was right. Ed may have been involved in the beginning, but when he turned his back on the whole affair, he didn’t look back.

“Everyone associated with the event died over eleven years ago. There was a big investigation. Apparently, this guy named Chris Sorenson was arrested for drug trafficking. while he was in jail waiting for the trial, the police obtained a warrant and searched his home. They found a huge stash of cocaine, some child porn, and a couple of realistic-looking snuff films.”

“They found some notes about a job he had done 9 months earlier – editting a snuff project where a mother and her two daughters were killed on film – and an address book with the contact numbers of some of the people listed in the notes. Before they could ask Chris about it, though, he was found dead in his cell. The coroner’s report listed poison as the cause of death.”

“Running a check on the names in Chris’ address book, they found that several had been in the area at the time of the job and also had lengthy police records. They question all but two of the people. The two they could not question were dead. They had been killed within 36 hours of Chris Sorenson’s death. As a side note, one of the people killed was a famous chef that had been accused of cannibalism (never proven) and as a result lost her job in a restaurant in France.”

“The people they questioned knew of a job involving a mother and two daughters, but had no details. After polygraphs and lengthy questioning, the police assumed that either the job never took place or the people involved with it were dead.”

“I am only guessing, but your daughter probably knew about Sorenson’s drug habits. She might have had an informant on the police force and arranged Chris’ death after the arrest. She knew that after a drug arrest, a search warrant was likely and killed the other two people that were there that day. She probably spared Rita due to their friendship.”

Ed was stunned. He knew nothing about any of this. He would not, however, put it beyond Alanna to be that ruthless.

“It is possible,” he acquiesced. “How did you find out about all this?”

“I found a corrupt cop that had been involved with the investigation and fucked his brains out in return for information. He snuck the report out of storage for me and let me read it. That is part of why I am so late.”

“And the other part?”

“Well, on the way back to the hotel, I was attacked by some guys. I guess they thought that because I am so small, I would be an easy rape victim. They were wrong.”

“What happened?”

“They will live, but they may be in the hospital for a while. There were three guys. Two of them may need prosthetic legs. None of them will be able to father children. I made sure I burst their testicles before I called 911.”

“Anyway,” Amy said with a smile, “how long will it take you to track down Rita? I really want to talk to her.”

“Are you going to kill her too?”

“Yes. But depending on how helpful she is, I may be quick about it. My main targets are daddy and Alanna. They will be begging me to kill them before I am done. Rita, if she is helpful, will die quickly.”

“I will have her address by morning.”

“Excellent. After my fun tonight, I do not think it would be wise to stay very long. Those guys I mangled will be able to describe me and I do not want to have to deal with the police.”

“Agreed,” Ed said as he turned to make the first of many phone calls.

—–

Reno, NV – Six Weeks Later

Rita Caldwell was unhappy. The monthly check from Alanna was a week late. Having become dependent on the monthly income over the last 12 years, Rita was having to call her creditors and let them know that their money would be there, but it would be a few days late. She had been a good customer over the last several years so she doubted that there would be a problem. The only problem she had was the embarrassment.

She pondered this as she walked from the post office on her way home. She lived in a nice apartment, but she did not trust her neighbors. Because of this, she never had mail delivered to her apartment. While it was a small inconvenience to walk the two miles to the post office 6 days a week, she could use the exercise. She often stopped by during her morning jog. For the last week, however, the foul weather had prevented her from taking her morning run. Instead, she would use the treadmill in the community gym and walk to the post office in the afternoon.

It was a cold night and the snow was beginning to fall as she approached her front door. She went into her freezing apartment and immediately turned up the thermostat. It would soon be warm. She decided to take a warm shower. By the time she was done, the heat would be up.

She walked through her dark apartment stripping off her clothes as she went. Walking through the bedroom, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Sighing contentedly, she stepped under the spray of the warm water. She quickly scrubbed herself clean and spent the next 5 minutes soaking under the heavy spray, letting the warm water relax her muscles. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower and cursed. She had forgotten to put the towels away last night and, as a result, there were no towels in the bathroom.

Walking into the bedroom, she turned on the light and froze. There was someone sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. Rita would have screamed but the gun the person held in her gloved hand, along with a clear indication that the she wanted Rita to be quiet, convinced Rita that screaming would be unwise. Instead, she stood there numbly as the woman rose from the chair, picked up a towel from the pile beside the chair, and tossed it to Rita.

“Wrap yourself in that,” the woman said, “and sit on the bed, Rita.”

“D-d-do I know you,” Rita asked with a stutter as the woman sat back down.

“Not yet,” the woman said, motioning at the towel with the gun. “Let me introduce myself. I am Amy.”

Rita picked up the towel, wrapped it around herself and sat down.

“How did you get in here?”

“I have many talents, Rita. Some, you may find interesting. Others, you would never want to see. One of my favorite talents is the ability to know when someone is lying to me. You will not lie to me. Right, Rita?”

“Huh?”

“I picked your lock and let myself in four hours ago. I have been sitting here waiting for you. I was expecting you to notice me when you got home, but I guess your shower took precedence. You have a lovely body, by the way. Now, answer my question. Are you going to lie to me?”

Rita was confused. This woman caught her completely off balance. She seemed pleasant; despite the gun.

“No,” Rita said. “I will not lie to you.”

“Excellent,” Amy said delightedly. “Now, I want you to tell me my name.”

“Huh?”

“You must like that word. Anyway, I feel that knowing the person you are talking to helps to calm you down. I must admit that you look quite perturbed. Well, to be honest, if I found an armed woman in my home, I would probably be perturbed, as well. But, I want you relaxed. I have some questions that need answers and I would like you to cooperate willingly. Now, to begin, tell me my name.”

“Amy,” Rita said. “You said your name is Amy.”

“Very good. Most people, when surprised, find it very hard to concentrate. I like that you were able to remember my name. But you still seem tense. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

Rita knew what she would like. That gun was making her very nervous. It hinted at a world of bad things that could happen to her.

“Could you put the gun down?”

“I think I have a better solution,” Amy said with a smile.

Flipping the gun around so it was pointed at herself, Amy held the gun out to Rita.

“Why don’t you hold the gun? I know that were I in your position, I would be more relaxed if I held the weapon.”

Rita numbly took the gun. As the young woman sat down again, Rita kept looking from the woman in the chair to the gun in her own hand. Amazed at the stupidity of the young woman, Rita raised the gun and, pointing it at the young woman, pulled the trigger.

CLICK

“Oh,” Amy said. “I forgot to mention. That gun is not loaded. If you wanted to attack me with it, you would be better off using it as a club or throwing the damn thing at me.”

“Then why give it to me?”

“To give you the illusion of control. Like I said earlier, I am a woman of many talents. I do not need a gun to get you to cooperate.”

“And what if I told you that I have a gun?”

“For someone who was fixated on the damn thing, you really didn’t look at it, did you? That is your gun.”

Looking at the gun, Rita hissed in disgust as she realized the woman was not lying. It really was her gun. In an act of frustrated desperation, she threw the gun at the woman’s head as hard as she could.

“Predictable,” Amy said as she caught the gun and set it on the table. “Rita, this is entertaining as hell, but we are not getting anywhere. Sit your ass down and let’s talk.”

“Talk about what,” Rita asked grudgingly as she sat on the bed.

“Two people. John McInish and his wife, Alanna.”

“Alanna and John? Why do you want to talk about them?”

“Because my name is Amy McInish.”

It took a second for the name to sink in, but when it did, Rita knew she was in trouble. This girl was supposed to be whoring herself in Bangkok. That, or she should have been dead.

As her mind whirled and tried to process this information, Rita saw the young woman rise and walk toward her. Scrambling to back away, Rita slid off the bed. Falling backwards, she hit her head on the nightstand and knocked herself unconscious.

“Fuck,” Amy said. “Well, I was going to need to get her out of here anyway. Might as well be now.”

Amy dressed Rita in dark clothing and put her in the chair. Rita showed no signs of waking soon. Amy picked up the phone, carefully removed the bug, and dialed the number to a pay phone down the street.

“Hello? Yeah. Change of plans. Have the van out front of the building in three minutes. Yeah. We will go now. Ok. See you in a few.”

Amy replaced the bug in the phone and hung up. Taking a minute to search Rita’s purse, Amy found the unconscious woman’s address book. Flipping through it, she found entries for Rita’s mother, sister, and nieces. Smiling, Amy put the address book in her pocket and, picking Rita up out of the chair, left the apartment.

—–

“Wakey wakey,” a vaguely familiar voice said as cold water splashed Rita in the face, shocking her to full alertness.

The first thing Rita noticed was the chair. She was bound to it and found movement nearly impossible. The bindings were tight, but not terribly uncomfortable. Looking closer, she saw that whoever had bound her had taken precautions geared at preventing the bindings from cutting off circulation.

The second thing she noticed was that she was stark naked. The room was cool but not cold. Whoever had taken her was making an effort to keep her relatively comfortable, if immobile. In fact, the only uncomfortable part of this, so far, were the floodlights shining in her face. She could tell there were other people in the room, but the bright lights made it impossible to identify them.

“I’m sorry,” the familiar voice said as the floodlights went out. “Were those making it hard for you to see? Don’t worry. With them out, your eyesight will return to normal in a minute and then we will make the introductions.”

Rita’s eyes adjusted to the light and she finally recognized the speaker as Amy, the woman who had broke into her apartment.

“How did I get here? Why am I naked? Why am I bound to this chair?”

“Whoa, Rita,” Amy said with a chuckle. “One at a time. I brought you here. Your attempt to flee from me resulted in you knocking yourself out when you fell and hit your head on the nightstand. We were not finished with our discussion about Alanna and my father so I decided to advance the timetable. I was going to bring you here anyway, but you did me the favor of being unconscious while I transported you. No fighting that way.”

“You are naked because you soiled yourself during transport and I am currently washing your clothes. Do you have a habit of pissing yourself in your sleep?”

“No, but then again, I do not have a habit of being abducted.:

“Fair enough,” Amy said with another chuckle, one echoed by the other two occupants of the room. “Keep your head about you and this may go well for you. As well as possible, that is. To answer the last question, you were bound to that chair because the floor here is concrete and we did not want you lying on a cold hard floor.”

“Now that you are awake, I can remove the bindings. Before I do, however, I want you to promise that you will not attack me or do anything else equally stupid once you are released. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Rita said with a nod.

Amy just stood there, tapping her foot. After a moment, Rita understood.

“Oh! I promise I will not attack you or do anything else.”

“Excellent,” Amy said as she moved to free Rita.

It took only moments, but during the process, Rita was sorely tempted to break her promise. Amy was in a position where Rita could have easily gotten the upper hand. As Amy finished and backed away, Rita cursed herself for not risking it.

“I am glad you kept your promise. Regardless of how it seemed, I was never vulnerable. Had you attempted something, I would have had to hurt you……badly. Neither of us wants that.”

“But…..you kidnapped me.”

“I did,” Amy admitted. “But I really would rather have your cooperation. The best way to do that, I think, is to let you know that I will not hurt you more than is absolutely necessary.”

“My cooperation?”

“Yes. In your apartment, I told you my name. What is it?”

“Amy.”

“And my last name?”

“Oh, god. You said your last name is McInish.”

“Correct. Now I told you I wanted to talk about Alanna and John McInish, right? Can you guess why I would come to you about this?”

Rita could guess. She was not really wanting to say it on the off chance that Amy did not know about Rita’s part in her mother’s death.

“Um, no. I have no idea.”

Amy shook her head and walked toward the older woman. In a move that Rita could not follow, Amy backhanded the woman hard enough to knock her out of the chair and halfway across the room.

“Geez, Amy,” one of the other women said. “Don’t break her jaw.”

“It’s not broken. Bruised maybe, but not broken.”

“Fuck,” Rita muttered. “What was that for?”

“While we were in your apartment, you said you would not lie to me. You just lied. Lying is one of the only things that really pisses me off. You know why I came to you. Hey, Mel, turn on that TV.”

The woman named Mel turned on a TV that Rita had not noticed. To Rita’s horror, she recognized the scene from the snuff film she had helped make 12 years earlier. She took her time getting back to the chair, trying to think of a way out of this.

“That,” Amy said, “is you – Rita Caldwell – and Alanna – then called Alanna McAllister – killing my mother. I have researched this video and I have the others made the same day, where you two made my mother kill my two older sisters.”

“Alanna did it. I only helped a little. I swear.”

“I know. That is why I am offering you this chance. I want your help in getting close to Alanna. I can do it on my own, but with you, it would be a little easier.”

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“Oh, yes,” Amy said with a smile. “I am going to kill you. The choice before you is not one where your actions will determine if you live or die. In this situation, your actions will determine how you die.”

“What are my options?”

“If you help me, I end it quick for you with a bullet in your brain. If you do not help me, I do to you what you did to my mother. I even have some new tricks to add to your performance. In other words, I can make it quick and relatively painless, or I can make you beg for death.”

“I will help you,” Rita quickly said, remembering the pain Amanda went through 12 years before.

“Smart woman,” Amy said. “Now, remember what I said about lying. If you hesitate or change your mind later, that will do what?”

“Really piss you off?”

“Right. That lie you told earlier was a small lie compared to lying in this. Punishment for lying this time would be extreme.”

“Lisa McDonald,” Amy said, reading from a small book she took from her pocket. “Danielle McDonald. Tabitha McDonald. Erika Winchell. Emily Horton.”

“What,” Rita asked, shocked that Amy had the names of her mother, her two sisters, and her two nieces. How do you know those names?”

“While you were passed out in the apartment, I stole your address book. After a little investigation, I discovered your family members. Should you try to back out of helping me, you will die the way my mother died, but not before you watch me destroy your family the same way. And they will know that you are the reason for their suffering.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Amy,” the woman named Mel said. “What is this?”

Neither Melinda, nor Elizabeth, knew how far Amy was willing to go with this. They hoped she wasn’t serious, but the changes in Amy left them wondering. This could get real bad, real quick.

“I would,” Amy said with a face that scared everyone in the room. “And I will if you give me reason to. If you cooperate, however, your body will be found with only a bullet hole in your head. No other signs of torture will be present, because that is the trade-off. You help me, and I will make it easier than you deserve.”

“What do I need to do?”

“When I brought you here,” Amy said, “we eluded the watchers Alanna has covering you. When we get you back, they will be wondering where you went. I am going to have Ed drop you off at home.”

“Watchers? Ed?”

“You know what happened to Chris Sorenson 11 years ago?”

“He was arrested on a drug charge and died in the county jail.”

“True, but there were suspicions raised about that. Two of his friends were also found dead within 36 hours of Sorenson’s death. You know what happened when you made that film. I know Sorenson helped you make it. I am guessing there were other people in the kitchen who did not make an appearance on film. My guess is those are the individuals found murdered. Abigail Mincer and Mary Healey were their names.”

Rita flinched as she recognized the names.

“Thank you for confirming it for me. It seems that Alanna did not trust anyone associated with those films. Chris died because Alanna had contacts in the police force. Because Chris kept a journal about his film projects – a journal that named Abigail and Mary – those women had to go, as well.”

“Then why didn’t she kill me?”

“Because you were friends? Because you were on tape with her? Maybe because she knew that you might be useful again in the future. You certainly would never speak about all this as you would be implicated as well. Whatever the reason, it is only enough to keep you alive. She still has you watched most of the time.”

“What does Ed have to do with all of this?”

“You know Ed,” Amy asked.

“Yes. He is Alanna’s father.”

“I think it is time to introduce the others,” Amy said, seemingly changing topics. “The one leaning against the door is my oldest remaining sister, Elizabeth…..”

“Hi,” Elizabeth said.

“……and the one helping with the TV is my other sister Melinda.”

“Hello,” Melinda said with a wave.

“Four years ago, Ed rescued us from some shithole in Bangkok. He felt bad about what his daughter did to us, but he recently found out something that made him actually do something about it. He found out that our father did not die 12 years ago, as he had suspected.”

“He found out about the doppelganger,” Rita said, knowingly.

“Only after he went to Italy and saw Alanna and my father living together. Anyway, after discovering that he helped kill three innocent people, he wanted to kill himself. Instead, he tracked us down in Bangkok and helped us escape.”

“So, what am I supposed to do?”

“Well, you have not received your monthly check, right?”

“How do you know?”

“We had Ed move the funds to a different account. Right now, Alanna is probably furious that her money is not there. You have not received your check because she cannot write checks. What you will do, is go back to your apartment with Ed. You will pack your things. I want it to look like you and Ed are going to take the money and run.”

“She’ll kill me.”

“No. She will not risk losing valuable banking information by killing the only two people who have it. She will not trust a lackey to get the information from Ed. They will capture Ed and take him to her. If you are with him, they will take you too.”

“I have reliable information telling me that Alanna and John are on their island in the Caribbean right about now. When you get down there, Ed will put off telling Alanna anything. He will make a deal to tell her everything after he and Johnny go fishing. They will take a small fishing boat.”

“Alanna will keep you close, believing there is something between the two of you, and try to get the information from you. You are my distraction. While she is busy with you, and the guards are busy with Ed, we will make our way onto the island, take out the guards, and enter the house.”

“Once we have Alanna and John under our control, we will finish with you, as painlessly as possible. If I have any reason to believe you have betrayed us, we will leave. We will then plot to recapture you, and make you watch your family members die in agony. Are we clear?”

“If I do this, you promise it will be only me who pays for what I did?”

“I promise,” Amy said. “Trust me. I do not like resorting to this bullying, but I have to see this through and anyone who stands in my way will regret it. I only hope that, in your next life, you are not so easily led by bad people. Now, let’s go.”

A moment later a woman entered with Rita’s clothes. They were warm and clean. Rita gratefully put them on. Following Amy, they left the room.

—–

An Island in the Caribbean (Near the British Virgin Islands) – 4 days later

Rita sat at a table looking out the window at the Atlantic. It was absolutely gorgeous. Looking to the west, she could see Dog Island. It was about three miles away. To the south, about 8 miles away, was the island of Anguilla and Long Bay Village. she and Ed had passed through there on their way to Alanna’s island home.

Amy had been dead on. Ed and Rita had been picked up almost as soon as they returned to Rita’s apartment. The men who drove them to the airport and flew with them to Anguilla island said nothing to their charges. Ed and Rita had only each other to converse with.

Ed also sat at the table, thinking about the situation. He knew the girls had been on Anguilla island before he and Rita had arrived. The girls had left for the airport immediately after Ed and Rita left for the apartment. By Ed’s estimation, they had arrived almost a day earlier. He knew they planned to rent a boat from someone in West End Village under the pretense of fishing off of Dog Island to the northwest.

Upon arriving at the island an hour before, Ed and Rita were shown to the patio, given drinks, and were told that Alanna would be with them shortly. Now that they were here, neither Ed, nor Rita were inclined to talk about anything. They simply sat looking out at the water.

“It’s beautiful,” Alanna said as she came out onto the patio, “isn’t it, dad?”

“It is,” Ed agreed, not looking at his daughter.

“Alanna,” Rita asked as she motioned to the island off to the west, “what is that island over there?”

“It is called Dog Island. There are no settlements, but it has frequent visitors as the fishing is very good over there.”

“I think I would like to try that,” Ed said with a smile.

“I think you would like it, too. John and Johnny certainly do.”

Alanna set a pitcher of orange juice on the table and sat down. She poured herself a drink and sat in silence for a minute.

“So,” John said as he came out onto the patio, “here we all are. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

“Sure is, honey,” Alanna said with a smile.

“Anyway,” John said, “shall we get down to business?”

“Sure,” Rita said, “what business?”

“You don’t know,” Alanna asked, looking from her friend to her father and back. “I thought you two were seeing each other.”

“Only casually, Alanna,” Ed said.

“Then, I am sorry, Rita. I thought you knew. You did not receive your check and had not called me yet so I thought you were in on it, as well.”

“In on what?”

“The money is gone,” Alanna said. “Dad moved it. That is why you have not received your $10,000.”

“So, Ed,” John said, “where is it?”

“Safe.”

“Why did you move it, dad?”

“Well, I have not got much longer and I wanted to see my grandson. This seemed to be the best way to get an invitation. God knows that you have come up with one excuse or other every other time I have asked. Is Johnny here with you?”

“What do you mean when you say you haven’t got much longer?”

“I am dying. Cirrhosis. The doctor says 3-6 months. I was really hoping to spend some time with Johnny.”

“Don’t worry, Ed,” John said. “Johnny is here. He spent the night on Anguilla with a friend. They should be back in about an hour.”

“So,” Alanna said, “will you tell us where the money is?”

“This afternoon. I would like to go out with Johnny over to that island – Dog Island you called it? – and do some fishing.”

“He would like that. He loves fishing there.”

“Good,” Ed said. “Then when we get back, you can cook the fish we catch and after Johnny goes to bed, I will give you both the new banking information.”

John and Alanna looked at each other for a moment. Neither of them saw the harm in letting the dying man see his grandson. John was sure that, after verifying the information, he could kill his father-in-law. He would be doing the old fuck a favor, actually. Cirrhosis was a nasty way to die.

“Sure thing, Ed,” John said. “I am sure Johnny would like that.”

The four ate breakfast and, an hour later, Johnny came home. Johnny recognized his grandfather from some pictures Johnny had seen. The strange woman was an unknown; probably a friend of his grandfather’s.

“Good morning, Johnny,” Alanna said. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, mom. It looks like I missed something.”

“Heh. Yeah. Your grandfather came down for a visit. He was hoping you would want to go fishing over at Dog Island.”

“Really? Great! I can use my new pole, right?”

“Sure,” John said with a smile. “It is yours, after all.”

“Did you want to come along, Rita,” Ed asked, trusting Amy’s intuition.

“Oh, dad,” Alanna said, proving Amy right, “I haven’t seen Rita for so long. Let her stay here so we ladies can catch up.”

“Yeah, Ed,” Rita said with a smile. “I am not crazy about fishing, anyway. You know that.”

“How about you, John?”

“Sorry, Ed. I have a ton of work to do. Maybe next time.”

“Working on your vacation? Sucks to be you.”

“Well, you know the saying, Ed. ‘No rest for the wicked.’ It’s the story of my life.”

The adults finished eating and Ed and Johnny left to go fishing. John, Alanna, and Rita watched as the two got in the motorboat and took off to the west.

“Ed loves fishing,” Rita said. “He is going to enjoy the hell out of this.”

“Rita,” Alanna said, “what the hell is going on? Are you fucking my father?”

“What? No. As Ed said, it is only casual.”

“And do you know anything about the money?”

“Only what he just told us.”

“Ok. Go sit in the living room. I am going to get us some coffee and will join you in a moment.”

“Not on the patio?”

“No. It is going to get hot out there real soon. I would rather not roast.”

Rita sat on the leather couch in the living room. It was a nicely decorated room. There was a suit of oriental armor standing in one corner of the room. There was a 52″ LCD TV. There was even a huge aquarium filled with exotic fish.

Sitting down on the couch, Rita wondered what was happening outside. Like Ed, she knew the girls were likely already in the area. On the drive back to the apartment five nights ago, Ed told her about the girls. All three of them were dangerous, but Amy was the leader. She repeatedly offered a chance for her sisters to leave, understanding that this was a risky proposition. Rita could tell that Amy frightened Ed. That girl was something terrifying when angered.

Alanna and John came into the living room with three cups of coffee. Sitting down, Alanna handed a cup to Rita as John took his and sat in a recliner. Rita was nervous about drinking the coffee, but she could not let Alanna know how scared she was. Smiling, Rita took a sip. It was good.

“This island is beautiful,” Rita said. “How big is it?”

“It is about half of a square mile,” Alanna said. “Not too big and not too small. This house was already here when we bought the island 7 years ago, but we practically had to tear it down and rebuild it. Right, John?”

“Yeah. And then the very next year, we came back to find all of the windows broken and the door off of it’s hinges.”

“What did you do?”

“We hired a private security service,” Alanna said. “They have an office in a building we put up on the other end of the island. They make sweeps every twenty minutes. There are four men on at all times. That way, if anything comes up, they can deal with it.”

“Is four enough?”

“Oh, yes,” John answered. “It is normally very quiet out here. That is why we bought it as a summer home. It gives us three months each year of peace and quiet. But mostly, they are unnecessary. They are more of a deterrent for young kids who want a place to party.”

“Anyway, Rita,” Alanna said, “how have you been doing? When did you start meeting my fath……”

John turned to his wife as she suddenly went silent. She was clutching her chest. Sticking from her left breast was a dart. Seeing it had to come from the direction of the kitchen, he turned in that direction just in time to see a young woman holding a dart gun. Before he could respond, he was hit in the groin with one of the darts. His bathrobe did little to protect his manhood as he was hit. To his astonishment, the substance in the dart was quick-acting and he had no time to save himself as he fell to the floor.

“That was quick,” Rita said to Amy.

“Actually, I meant to be here 30 minutes ago, but the rotation of the guards slowed me up. I had to be careful so I wouldn’t alert the others.”

“Are they dead?”

“No. They were hit with a cocktail that will keep them under for about eight hours. From the notes in the guard building, they operate on 12-hour shifts. The next crew is not due for 10 hours. This lot will be up and trying to figure out what happened before their replacements arrive.”

“Did they see you?”

“Really,” Amy said, surprised, “do you think I would really let them be able to identify me? No.”

“Where are the others?”

“Securing a boat. We will be leaving in twenty minutes. I would like you to help me tie these two up. The serum I gave them will keep them limp and unable to move for an hour, but I want to make sure they are completely secured before the others get here.”

“Ok.”

As Rita moved to tie Alanna, Rita saw her former friend’s eyes move.

“Wait a minute,” Rita said. “Are they awake?”

“Yes. The serum incapacitates them without knocking them out. They can hear and see everything. They just cannot do anything about it.”

Rita nodded and continued to secure Alanna. If looks could have killed, Rita would have been dead. The hatred showing in Alanna’s eyes was intense. Rita wanted to apologize, but knew that Amy had forbidden talking about this to the two hostages. A minute later, Rita stood. Alanna, even if she could have moved, would not be able to do anything to help herself.

Looking over, she saw that Amy had finished with John. As she watched, Amy used one hand to pick her father off of the floor and drop him in the recliner. The strength was astonishing. Looking in John’s eyes, Rita saw he could not believe it, either. Amy walked over and picked Alanna up the same way and dropped her on the couch.

“It’s time, Rita. You have been helpful and I will keep my promise. Are you ready?”

Rita took a deep breath. This was it. Amy was going to kill her. Looking at Alanna and John, she knew her death was going to be easy. Letting her breath out slowly, she nodded once.

There was no time to wonder about it. In a flash, Amy pulled a gun from behind her back and put three bullets into Rita’s head. Alanna watched in wide-eyed terror as her former friend fell to the floor, her eyes already glazed over in death.

Amy walked into the kitchen, stripping off the thin rubber gloves she was wearing, she put on the latex gloves she brought with her. These gloves were more suited to the task of dismembering Rita. Amy got a meat cleaver and went back to the living room. Ignoring the dead woman’s clothes, Amy went to work.

First, she removed Rita’s arms and then the legs. She dropped these limbs in the laps of her two captives, letting them deal with the thoughts that arose from what they saw. At one point, Alanna closed her eyes. Amy, seeing this, put down the cleaver and walked over to her father’s wife.

“No,” Amy said vehemently as she delivered a stunning back hand to Alanna’s face, smearing blood on the older woman’s cheek. “You will watch this!”

Alanna, stunned by the blow opened her eyes and did not try to avoid the scene again. Ten minutes later, Rita was destroyed. Her chest had been carved open by the cleaver. Her heart was pulled free and placed on the table in front of the couch. The dead woman’s lungs sat on the mantle over the fireplace.

Listening carefully, Amy heard her sisters coming. She quickly got up and administered a shot that put the two captives to sleep within seconds. After placing hoods over their heads, she went to greet her sisters in the kitchen.

“Are you re….”

Melinda’s question was cut off as she saw her younger sister’s clothes.

“What the fuck, Amy? Is this a fucking abattoir?”

“It was for Rita. I did keep my promise, though. She was already dead before I started chopping her up.”

“But why did you chop her up,” Elizabeth asked.

“It was fun. After chopping off a limb, I would put the severed limb in dad’s lap or in Alanna’s lap. They were terrified. It was great. You may not want to go in there though. It is a mess.”

“Is it anything worse than what we saw on those tapes?”

“Hmmm. You have a point. It is not worse. You got the boat ready?”

“Yes. It is fueled and ready to go.”

“And you brought the bag I asked for?”

“Got it right here.”

“Good,” Amy said. “I am going to go take a shower. Don’t worry about those two in there. They will be asleep for about 24 hours.”

Amy went into the living room and stopped.

“Hey. Can one of you bring my bag up to the bathroom? And bring a trash bag, please?”

“Sure.”

Amy was very careful. When showering, she kept her socks on so there would be no real footprings on the bathroom floor. She used a cloth to turn on the water and made sure she touched nothing that would give up prints.

Getting out of the shower, she dried off and used her wet towel to pick up her bloody clothes. Putting them in the trash bag Elizabeth held, Amy walked into the hallway and onto the carpet before stripping her wet socks off and stepping into the sandals her sister brought. Amy wanted to leave no skin or anything that could be used for DNA identification.

Elizabeth was sure that the precautions were unnecessary, but would not argue with Amy. Amy was running this show and if she wanted to be careful, she would be careful. Nothing Elizabeth or Melinda said would change that.

Clean and dry, the soiled clothes safely stashed in a trash bag, they headed down to the living room. Amy used another towel to move Rita’s limbs from the two sleeping captives. She then cut the clothes from the captives and put the clothes in another trash bag.

“It would have been easier to move them if they could walk, Amy,” Melinda said.

“It is easy, now,” Amy said as she picked her father up and slung him over her shoulder.

Amy did the same with Alanna and headed to the kitchen.

“Coming, ladies,” Amy asked.

“Uh, yes,” Elizabeth said in awe.

The two older sisters followed Amy. They knew their father weighed more than 200 pounds and Alanna must have weighed more than 130 pounds. Amy, though, showed no problem carrying them to the dock near the patio. Once aboard the yacht, Amy took the sleeping couple down to the bedroom and tied them together. If the couple woke before reaching their destination, they would find themselves unable to move.

All three girls were trained on sailing a yacht and could have done so blindfolded…..as long as someone told them when they were about to hit something. Elizabeth started the motor and piloted the yacht out to the open sea.

Amy, using her father’s cell phone, sent a text message to the disposable cell phone Ed had, sending the message that an emergency had arisen and John and Alanna were returning to Italy. Once the message was sent, Amy tossed the cell phone over the side into the deep water. The phone would sink and stop working. It was highly unlikely anyone would find it.

—–

Dog Island

Ed was really enjoying his time with Johnny. They had been fishing for about three hours before the cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out and looking at it, he saw the message.

“Hey, Johnny.”

“Yeah, Grandpa?”

“I got some bad news. It seems an emergency has come up and your mom and dad had to go back to Italy.”

“Again?”

“Huh?”

“This happened two years ago, too.”

Ed could not believe his luck. The kid was not going to question the story.

“I’m sorry,” Ed said. “Anyway, your dad wants me to take you back to the airport and fly home from here. They have already left on the yacht.”

“That figures,” Johnny said. “Are you going to stay with me at home? It will take them four or five days to get home sailing the yacht if I know them. I really do not want another babysitter. And I can show you the fishing near Ancona.”

“I think they would be okay with that. And I have the time. Sure, why not?”

“Great!”

“In the meantime, though, I think we should head on over to Anguilla and the airport.”

“What about my clothes?”

“Your parents thought about that. They packet your suitcases and left them on the dock. We will pick them up on our way to Anguilla.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Ed and Johnny put away their fishing gear and started walking back to the boat.

—–

John was the first to wake. He felt horrible. He was starving. There was pain in his wrists and, to his surprise, he found himself handcuffed to a chair. Moving to get a better look around, he found that his ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair. Looking down, he saw the chair was bolted to the floor. After struggling vainly for a minute, he realized he was going nowhere.

A groan caught his attention and, looking to the left, he saw Alanna in the same situation. Suddenly, everything came back. Some woman had killed Rita. Right in front of John and Alanna. Then Rita was dismembered and butchered. Whoever had them did not mean good things to happen to John and Alanna.

John was a thinker. An idea man. Seeing as Rita was Alanna’s friend, maybe they were just after her. Maybe John could buy his way out of this. They would not know that Ed had moved the money. John would promise outrageous money for his release and when they took him out of here, he would try to escape. It was too bad for Alanna, but John was beginning to get bored with her, anyway. She had fulfilled her purpose. She had given him a son. John did not need her anymore.

Another groan and some movement told John that Alanna was waking up. Looking over at the woman, he saw her looking at him in shock.

“John,” Alanna said, “where are we?”

John, to his chagrin, had no idea. Looking around, he saw they were in a concrete room with a large mirror. Looking up, he saw two sturdy-looking hooks in the ceiling. To the right of the mirror, there was a steel door.

“I have no idea,” John replied.

“This seems vaguely familiar, but I just cannot seem to place it.”

“That is because there is not much in here to trigger your memory,” Amy said as she entered the room. “The last time you were here, that mirror was a regular window.”

“I am sorry,” Rita said as she looked at Amy. “Do I know you?”

“Wow,” Amy said with a smile. “I cannot believe my lack of manners. But I will beg your pardon for not identifying myself yet. Before I do, I should let you know why you are here. I will be right back.”

Amy left and returned a minute later, wheeling in a cart upon which sat a TV/VCR combo set. After plugging in the TV, she inserted a tape and turned on the TV. She left the room and returned a moment later with a chair and a TV remote. Placing her chair between the two captives’ chairs, she started the movie.

A noise distracted Amy and she looked out into the hallway. After a moment, she stood up and headed for the door.

“I am sorry, folks, but I have some business to attend to. I have seen this before and it will take about 90 minutes. I will be back at that time. Enjoy.”

Leaving the room, Amy entered the booth. Looking at the seated couple, she enjoyed seeing the horror appear on their faces.

“Ninety minutes,” Melinda asked.

“Yeah,” Amy replied. I put all three films on that one tape. They will be able to watch all three. Hell, they enjoyed making them. I just thought they should be able to see them one last time.”

“How are we going to do this,” Elizabeth asked.

“That depends on how much you two want to participate. I am capable of doing this on my own, but you two were hurt more by their actions. I feel you two should have the option of venting your anger and grief on these people.”

Elizabeth and Melinda went into a corner of the booth to discuss their options as Amy watched the couple in the cell. Neither John nor Alanna could not look away for more than a few moments. From the look on their faces, Amy could tell they knew they were in the room shown on the video. Amy thought it was fitting. She looked up as Melinda and Elizabeth came back.

“Amy,” Elizabeth began, “we appreciate everything you have done to bring this about. Without you, we would not be here faced with this question.”

“Fuck the question,” Amy said with a smile. “What is the answer?”

“I can’t kill them, Amy,” Melinda said sadly. “I want them dead, but I cannot do it.”

“And you,” Amy asked, looking at her oldest sister.

“I cannot do it either. I thought I could. I wanted to. But now that we are here? I just can’t.”

“I thought as much,” Amy said with an understanding smile. “I could see it back at the camp. When shooting clay pigeons, you two were very good. But when the targets were man-shaped, you hesitated every time. So you cannot kill them. That is fine. I can do that. But let me ask you this. Can you hurt them? Can you cause them severe pain?”

The older sisters looked at each other. They had expected Amy to be pissed, but she just kept surprising them.

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “I can hurt them. What do I need to do?”

“Hold on a sec,” Amy said. “Mel? What about you?”

“I….I…I can hurt them,” Melinda said hesitantly, surprised at the upwelling of anticipation she felt.

“Excellent. I am going ask each of you to pummel one of those two in there. I want you to beat them within an inch of their lives. Don’t kill them. That is my fun. Do either of you have a preference concerning who you will take?”

“I don’t,” Elizabeth said.

“I don’t, either,” Melinda said.

“Ok. I am going to flip a coin. Heads, Mel gets dad. Tails, Liz gets him. Agreed?”

The older sisters nodded and Amy flipped the coin. She let it fall to the floor and all three saw it had come up tails.

“So, I take dad,” Elizabeth said with a slight smile. “What do I do?”

“I will get to that in a little bit. The movie has about 60 minutes left. I need to go get some things but I will be back before the movie is over. Please do not go into the room until I get back. I still like the surprise element here.”

“Ok,” the older women said.

Amy took off at a run. She knew there was a kitchen in the place. That would come in handy when disposing of the corpses. From the looks of the place no one had been here since Amanda, Elaine, and Michelle were killed. That was fortuitous. Running into the kitchen, she found the tools the murderers used 12 years ago. She grabbed the lot and headed back to the booth. Passing an open doorway, she looked in and inspiration struck.

“Here are your tools,” Amy said as she wheeled the cart into the booth. “There is a baseball bat, some hammers, even a flail, if you can believe it. I saw a couple other things I need. I will be back in a minute.”

Amy ran to the open room and looked around. The objects that had caught her attention were two large concrete blocks. They were cube-shaped and 24 inches to a side. Picking one up, she calculated the weight as close to 100 pounds. The nicest part were the iron rings in the top of each cube. Amy could see someone attaching a chain to the ring and dragging the block around the room.

Amy thought that was too simplistic, but if they cuffed his ankles to the rings and used the hook in the ceiling to hoist John into the air, they could spread his legs as far as possible and John would not be able to do anything to protect his balls. This was going to be fun. Grabbing a ring with each hand, Amy picked up the two blocks and carried them back to the booth.

—–

John was truly worried. This looked bad. He now understood that he was in the room where these movies were filmed. He had seen these movies many times over the last 12 years and enjoyed them greatly. After recognizing what he was seeing, he realized that someone had liked his ex-wife enough to seek revenge for her death.

Luckily, John thought, he did not appear in the films. True, the people killing Amanda were covered in a black outfits that prevented the viewer from identifying them, but someone had discovered that it was Alanna and Rita. Rita had met her grisly end, but that still left Alanna.

It was possible that they did not even know who he was. He could try to play it off as a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He would offer a large amount of money to be released. It really was too bad about Alanna, but, as he had earlier decided, he would have left her soon, anyway.

“John,” Alanna said, trying to get his attention.

The movie had just ended. John knew Alanna now knew where they were. She was terrified. The information all pointed to a bad end for her. She and Rita had killed Amanda here 12 years ago and now, Rita was dead.

Alanna was not too distressed about Rita’s death, though the dismemberment had bothered her a bit. Rita had become a liability anyway. Their 15-year friendship had lost its importance and Alanna had been working on plans to kill Rita.

“John,” Alanna repeated. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” John whispered in a tone that was barely audible. “We will have to see if we can reason with them. They probably think you killed Amanda. We just have to convince them it was not you. You and Rita may have those two in the black suits, but there really is no way to prove it.”

“You…..you are right,” Alanna said with a sigh.

“Now shut up. They are probably monitoring the sound in this room.”

With a bang that caused the two restrained people to jump, the door opened and the woman came back into the room. She unplugged the TV and wheeled it out. Coming back, she took her chair from between John and Alanna placed it about six feet in front of them.

“So,” Amy said as she sat down, “did you enjoy the feature? I assume I do not have to explain why you are here.”

“Just a moment,” Alanna objected. “Who were those people? Why would you show us a film like that?”

“Really, Alanna,” Amy asked incredulously. “You are going to pretend that wasn’t you and Rita in those black outfits?”

“I don’t know who you are,” Alanna answered, “but I do not have to pretend. That was not me. I have never been here before.”

Amy nodded but said nothing as she stood and walked to Alanna. Amy delivered a vicious backhand that would have had Alanna sprawled on the floor had her retraints kept her in the chair. Amy walked back to the chair and sat down again.

“I should have warned the two of you,” Amy said. “I can always tell when someone is lying to me. It is the only sure-fire way to piss me off. If you lie to me, I will hurt you. And Alanna? That was not as bad as it can get. Do we understand each other?”

Alanna and John nodded, though John still had his doubts.

“I understand that you have an issue with this woman,” John said, “but I really have nothing to do with this. Is there any way we can make a deal? I have a lot of money. I can give you whatever you want.”

Alanna was outraged. John was abandoning her? She was about to say something when she saw Amy stand up and walk to John.

“See Alanna,” Amy asked. “This man is not worth what you thought. He cares nothing for you.”

“And you,” she said to John, “obviously were not paying attention when I told Alanna that lying was futile.”

Amy reached down and, grabbing the metal cuff on John’s wrist, unlocked it. She repeated the action on the other three cuffs and then stepped back.

“You have one chance, old man. I am between you and the door. If you can get past me, you are free. My friends will not stop you.”

In the booth, Elizabeth and Melinda almost felt sorry for their father. Although he was twice the size of Amy, and in excellent physical condition, he had no chance of getting past her.

John, though, had different thoughts.

“You would shoot me. Or throw a knife at me. How do I know I have a chance?”

To answer, Amy stripped down to her black spandex shorts and black sports bra. It was obvious that she had no weapons.

“As you can see, I have no weapons, other than my hands and feet. Now, if you have the balls to try, come at me.”

John needed no further goading, He bolted from his seat and charged straight in.

Amy sighed. This was going to be no fun. She executed a backspin kick that connected with his shoulder, sending him to the floor. As he attempted to rise, she grapped him with her left hand and threw him across the room like he was a rag doll. With a sickening pop, he slammed into the wall and dislocated his shoulder.

“Damn,” Amy said. “I should leave it like that, but this will be more fun.”

She bent down, grabbed the wrist of the arm that was dislocated, and – placing her foot on John’s chest – yanked on the arm, popping it back into place. John screamed in agony and passed out.

“Fucking wimp,” Amy said disgustedly as she carried John back to the chair and reattached the cuffs.

Delivering another backhand to John’s head, Amy smiled as she saw the eyelids flutter as John regained consciousness.

“I told you,” Amy said, seeing John was fully awake again, “that I know when someone is lying to me. I know who you are, John McInish. And I know that you have no money. Ed moved that money. And it was never yours in the first place. It was your life insurance policy, but you are not dead.”

“How do you know about Ed,” John asked.

“I know a lot of things, John. I know, for example, that – although you do not appear in those movies you saw – you are the reason for them. Your wife, the victim in the third movie, refused to give you more children and you arranged all that, including faking your death, to avoid a messy divorce.”

“So, where is the money,” Alanna asked.

“It is where it belongs,” Amy said as Elizabeth and Melinda entered the room. “It is with me, Elizabeth, and Melinda.”

“Hi, daddy,” Melinda said. “Miss us?”

Alanna fainted.

—–

“Well,” Amy said with a smile, “that was predictable. Mel, could you go get one of those needles we brought? I want to make sure she will not pass out again.”

“Sure, Amy.

“Well, daddy. You did not answer Mel’s question.”

“Amy,” John asked. “Is it really you?”

“Uh….yes, daddy. It’s me. And Mel and Liz. You just saw what happened to Mom, Lany, and Chelly so this will be it for the family reunion.”

“Then why did you hurt me?”

Amy knew he was going to try for the innocent angle, but she would not be fooled. Ed had found them in under three months. Alanna knew who had sold the girls in Thailand. They had had years to locate the girls if that was what they wanted.

“Why,” Amy asked. “I told you when I slapped Alanna that I can tell when you are lying. I also mentioned that liars piss me off and get punished.”

“But you dislocated my arm,” he complained.

“And I put it back,” Amy replied. “Think of it as an object lesson.”

Melinda came back and jabbed the needle into Alanna’s neck. She pressed the plunger, sending the solution into Alanna’s bloodstream.

“How many more do we have,” Amy asked.

“About a dozen,” Melinda answered.

“Good. I do not anticipate needing more than two or three more, but it is good to have extra.”

“What is that,” John asked.

Amy went and retrieved another of the needles and held it so John could see it.

“Same thing you saw mom inject into Michelle and Elaine. Adrenaline and endorphins. They will keep her alert as we work on her.”

“Work on her? You mean like in those movies?”

“Yep,” Amy said as she shoved the needle into John’s neck. “And this one is yours.”

“You’re going to kill us?”

“Hell yes,” Amy said, fury making her eyes a dark green.

“What if I tell you I was uninvolved?”

“I would look into your eyes as you told me and, should I believe you are lying, I will pummel you. Trust me, daddy. I know the truth of this. I heard it from Ed and Rita. I know you were involved. I also know why.”

“You wanted a son,” Amy continued. “Mom refused, after having 5 daughters, to have more children. You found out Alanna was pregnant with your son and arranged to have mom removed from the situation. Alanna found out she could find buyers for me, Mel, and Liz, but no one wanted Lany or Chelly.”

“You had a thought, based on your chance encounter with your doppelganger. You faked your death, had Alanna arrange the deaths of mom, Chelly, and Lany. Lastly, you let that bitch sell us off to slavery. When Ed found out you were alive – and found out you had lied about how mom was lazy and didn’t want to work – he found us in a shitty bar where we were being raped by customers and fucking animals. He helped us get free and we pieced the past together.”

“I swore that I would have my revenge, but that will wait. It is time for your other daughters to have some fun.”

Amy freed his hands and cuffed them together.

“Do not try anything,” Amy warned as she freed his ankles.

John did not listen. As soon as his legs were free, he bolted up and made for the door. Amy quickly caught him by the throat with her left hand and lifted him off the ground. John, stunned by her strength hung there choking. Regaining his senses, he started kicking her.

“Fucker,” Amy snarled as she shook him like a rag doll. “I told you not to try anything.”

She threw him against the wall again, taking care that he would hit back first, knocking the wind from him without breaking anything. It worked like a charm and he was soon gasping deep breaths as he lay on the floor. Amy quickly cuffed his ankles and lifting him up again, hung his cuffed wrists on one of the hooks.

John’s feet barely touched the floor. Regardless of how he tried, he could not get off the hook. Giving up, he put as much pressure on his feet as he could, alleviating the stress on his bound wrists.

Amy studied her handiwork and then, as Alanna was regaining consciousness, did the same to the older woman. Soon, Alanna and John both hung from the hooks in the ceiling. Amy retrieved a pair of heavy duty scissors from the booth and cut the clothes from the pair.

“Ok, daddy,” Amy said, “I have other things to take care of, but don’t worry. Liz and Mel will keep you company.”

Amy left the room as Melinda and Elizabeth entered.

“Melinda, Elizabeth,” John said, “help me. Your sister is crazy. I do not know what has gotten into her.”

“Oh, dad,” Elizabeth said, “she is just mad because you arranged to have mom, Elaine, and Michelle murdered. Oh, and you arranged for the three of us to be sold to white slavers in Bangkok. We spent eight years being used as sex toys by filthy drunks. That is what has gotten into her.”

“She thinks I was involved with that?”

“Please, daddy,” Melinda said, “we may not be as proficient as Amy in detecting lies, but we know you were involved. Don’t waste time lying about this.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth agreed. “Don’t lie to Amy. That really pisses her off. We saw her throw you against the wall. She could do a lot worse to you.”

“How did she do that? I weigh 240 pounds.”

“That is easy. She can easily lift over 300 pounds with each hand. She has been working out.”

“What is going to happen to us,” Alanna asked, joining the conversation.

“Well, you saw what you did to our mother. Amy is going to make the two of you feel that kind of pain. If she still feels that is not enough, she will probably go after Johnny.”

“Johnny,” Alanna asked in alarm. “He has nothing to do with this.”

“On the contrary,” Elizabeth answered. “He was the cause of it. Dad, here, wanted a son. Mom had had enough with five children and had her tubes tied. Then you came along and got pregnant with the son he wanted. If Johnny had been born a girl, it is possible that none of this would have happened.”

“But, Amy may be merciful. If she can satisfy her need for revenge with you two, then Johnny may be spared.”

“Where is Johnny?”

“He and Ed are in Ancona at your house. They left the island and flew home.”

“Where do they think we are?”

“Johnny believes you are on your yacht sailing home. It will be days before anyone notices you are missing.”

“Does Ed know about this,” John asked.

“Yes. After finding out you were alive, he located us in Bangkok and rescued us. Your betrayal hurt him more than you will ever know. He rescued us and brought us home. He gave us the $200 million he was managing for Johnny.”

“THAT’S JOHNNY’S MONEY,” Alanna screamed.

“Well, to be exact,” Melinda said calmly, “some of it is Johnny’s, if he lives. If Amy decides to spare him, we will arrange for $50 million to be set aside for him. As one of four children, he will get one quarter of the money.”

“Amy is in charge,” John asked.

“Yes,” Melinda said. “And you really shouldn’t piss her off. Because she was too young to be a sex toy when we got to Bangkok, she was trained as an assassin instead. She was used to kill those that hurt the other girls.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth agreed. “She has killed over 100 men already and was responsible for the plan that took out your security goons on the island. She could, if motivated, introduce you to pain you have never imagined.”

“What are you two supposed to do, then?”

Elizabeth and Melinda looked at each other. This conversation had gone on long enough.

“This,” they said in unison as they launched into attack routines they learned at the camp.

“About fucking time,” Amy muttered as she watched from the booth.

Elizabeth launched into a flying backspin kick that connected with her father’s stomach. It was designed to knock the wind out of him without causing too much damage too quickly. All three girls were agreed that he deserved to feel as much pain as he could before he died. Elizabeth knew she could not kill him – she was pretty sure that she would be unable to kill anyone – but that would not stop her from making him wish she would kill him.

Predictably, John brought his knees up to protect his abdomen. Quickly dropping, Elizabeth lashed out with a kick to his now-exposed genitals. She connected solidly and John howled in pain, tears running down his cheeks. Moving around behind her father, Elizabeth let loose with a flurry of blows to his back, striking his kidneys and upper back. He swung like a pendulum as he hung from the hook.

Melinda, in the meantime, was doing a respectable job on Alanna. The older woman was now alert again and remembered the way she tortured Amanda years before. If these girls followed the same pattern, this was going to be a long afternoon. Melinda was faster than her older sister and her kicks were stronger. Within moments, Alanna’s hips were seriously bruised. Melinda launched a kick to the groin that landed with enough force that it lifted Alanna almost enough for the woman to come off the hook.

Alanna was howling like her husband. This was bad, she decided. The girls knew everything. How they found out was a mystery, but the resolution Alanna saw in the younger women’s eyes convinced her that neither she, nor John would survive this afternoon. The only question was the pain involved. As with most people, death did not scare her. The pain associated with death……well, that was another matter.

The pummeling went on and on. Forty-five minutes passed while Elizabeth and Melinda worked over the hanging couple. The girls’ training had paid off, though. Although John and Alanna were seriously bruised and were in serious pain, no bones were broken.

“Ok,” Amy said as she and two familiar-looking men came back into the room. “That’s enough for now. Take them down and get them cleaned up.”

The two men, Trevor and Sven – men who were part of John’s security team – took John and Alanna down from the hooks and took them to the bathroom. A hose was shoved into John’s and Alanna’s assholes and the water was turned on. John and Alanna groaned from the feeling of cold water flooding their intestines.

The cramping caused by the cold water elicited more screams from the two. After a minute, the hoses were pulled out. Trevor held John up while Sven punched his former employer in the stomach, causing John to expel water and shit. The same thing was done to Alanna and then the hoses were shoved back in and the process began again.

After four cycles, the water John and Alanna expelled was crystal clear. Now that the insides were clean, Sven and Trevor hosed the couple down and set to with scrub brushes and soap and began cleaning the outsides. John, weary and weak from his ordeal, was extremely confused.

“Trevor,” John said, “what is happening? Why have you betrayed me? Why are you helping those girls?”

Trevor looked up at Amy, who nodded.

“I’m sorry, John,” Trevor replied. “You have been a good boss and I would never have betrayed you. When Sven and I woke up, we were here. The little girl – Amy – made a bet with us. We would fight her. She would go up against the two of us at the same time. If we won, we were free. If we lost, we would have a choice.”

“We lost, John,” Sven said. “I still do not know how it is possible, but that little girl mopped the floor with us. Her punches feel like a mule’s kick. Anyway, the choice she gave us was this: if we helped her with you two, she would kill us quickly. If we did not, she would kill us painfully, taking her time.”

“You have to understand, John,” Trevor continued. “You two are already doomed. I do not know what you did to these girls, but they are carrying a serious grudge. They mean to hurt you terribly. Nothing we can do will help you. Taking that into consideration, the choice was relatively easy.”

John understood. He had been contemplating selling Alanna out just to save himself. He really could not fault the choice his men made.

“Amy,” Alanna said, “are you going to kill Johnny?”

“To be honest, bitch,” Amy said, “I haven’t really decided. There are two arguments running through my head right now. The first one says he is the real reason for everything. Let’s face it. If you hadn’t gotten pregnant with a boy, my father might not have arranged to kill his wife and marry you. That alone warrants the boy’s death.”

“Adding to that argument is the psychological aspect of all this. The pain you feel knowing that your actions 12 years ago are the reasons for your son’s death – his excruciating death – is…..well, that pain is exquisite.”

“On the other hand, if we were to judge him based solely on what he has done, he is innocent. That would mean that I would have no reason to kill him. Regardless of how it happened, he is our sole remaining relative. Will I kill my brother? I do not know yet.”

Sven and Trevor finished cleaning Alanna and John. They carried the couple back to the room and cuffed them back into the chairs.

“Thank you, boys,” Amy said to the two guards. “Now, if you will go stand in the corner, I will fulfill my part of the bargain and end it quickly for you.”

Trevor, in a moment of desperation, launched himself at Amy. She calmly pulled a knife from her belt and sidestepped out of his reach. As he stumbled past, Amy slashed down, cutting the hamstring of Trevor’s right leg. As Trevor fell to the floor, clutching his injured leg, Amy pointed a gun at Sven.

“And you,” Amy asked Sven. “What will you do?”

Sven walked to the corner and turned to face away from Amy. Amy nodded and fired 3 rounds into the back of Sven’s head. The guard slumped to the floor, dead before his body hit the floor. Turning back to Trevor, Amy smiled cruelly. This was going to be fun.

She walked toward Trevor and he started sliding back away from her. Amy set the gun and knife on the floor. Moving quickly, she grabbed Trevor and hauled him to his feet. She stepped back and looked at him.

“Really, Trevor,” she said, “what were you thinking? Didn’t we go through this six hours ago?”

“I don’t want to die,” Trevor whined.

“Oh, stop being a big baby. You tried to kill me and my sisters on that island. Even before we said or did anything, you and Sven were shooting at us. Most guards would issue a verbal warning. You did not. Anyone who tries to kill me or my sisters will die. That includes you.”

“But,” Amy continued, “I tried to give you a quick painless death. We made a deal and then you do this? I am sorry, Trevor. You broke the deal and now you will feel my wrath.”

No one saw the punch. Amy was in front of Trevor and then, suddenly, she was behind him. The people in the room, however, heard it. With a sickening crunch, Trevor’s shoulder was pulped. Trevor’s left arm hung limply from a shoulder that was a mass of crushed bone.

With a howl of pain, Trevor spun and launched a punch with his right arm. Amy ducked under it and grabbed his wrist. Standing up quickly, she drove her shoulder through his right elbow, snapping it. She then let loose with another blow, pulping his right shoulder. Now, both of his arms hung limply.

“Happy now, Trevor,” Amy asked. “I am prepared to end this quickly if you apologize.”

“Fadfasdmaskj werwoiusa,” he muttered incoherently.

“You know,” Amy asked. “That did not sound like an apology.”

She spun close to Trevor and lashed out with her left foot, driving it through Trevor’s left knee. Trevor fell to the floor. His left leg – with its broken knee – and his right leg – with its cut hamstring – could no longer support him. Amy viciously kicked Trevor in the ribs on the right side of his body. Another sickening crunch was heard, followed by Trevor’s howl of agony.

“I”M SORRY,” Trevor howled, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Amy nodded once and retrieved the gun.

“Thank you, Trevor,” Amy said as she fired three rounds into the broken guard’s head.

Trevor’s body shuddered once, twice, and then fell still.

“I need a drink,” Amy said to Alanna and John. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

—–

“Having fun,” Elizabeth asked as Amy came into the booth.

“Fucking Trevor,” Amy replied as she grabbed a Diet Pepsi from the cooler. “I thought he was smarter than that.”

“Well,” Melinda said, “it does show how serious you are.”

“Yeah,” Amy said. “Anyway, did you two want to do more or should I take over now?”

“I think I am satisfied,” Elizabeth said. “I think you can take over now. I will be satisfied watching them go through whatever you have in mind.”

“I agree,” Melinda said. “It’s all yours, now, Amy.”

“Thanks,” Amy said as she picked up two more syringes. “I will be back in a sec.”

Amy walked back into the room and gave John and Alanna another injection of the stimulant.

“I don’t want either of you passing out on me,” Amy said to the couple. “That would be no fun.”

Amy walked back into the booth and looked over her tools. Looking at the wooden cart, she scowled in frustration.

“Mel,” Amy said. “Did you see those steel gloves I had this morning?”

“The ones that had the fingertips cut off?”

“Yes. I do not see them here.”

“We might have dropped them as we were coming down here. I will go look for them.”

“Thanks, Mel.”

Amy looked over the tools and smiled. A hand-held torch, several scalpels, a few hammers, an electric iron, a baseball bat, and many other items were arranged on a tool cart. One of the key items was a box full of thin needles. There must have been 200+ needles in that box.

“They were on the floor outside the kitchen,” Melinda said as she came back into the room, holding the gloves.

“Thanks, Mel,” Amy said with a smile. “I am going to need them. Could you two help me move stuff into the room? I need this wooden table and the cart. I can handle the cart if you two move the table.”

“Sure, Amy,” Elizabeth said with a smile.

“Thanks. Just put the table in front of Alanna.”

Melinda and Elizabeth were happy this part was finally starting. It meant the end was nearing. They were happy to be a part of their father’s demise, but this was more extreme than they had hoped. They would have been happy with him getting a few bullets in the brain like Sven and Trevor. Amy, however, needed him to feel pain.

—–

Alanna watched as Elizabeth and Melinda brought in the table. They placed it in front of her and left without saying a word. As Alanna watched, Amy wheeled the cart into the room. With a terrible sinking feeling, Alanna recognized the cart.

“Fuck,” Alanna muttered.

“What,” John asked.

“You cannot see it,” Alanna said as she watched Amy plug in the iron, “but if they haven’t changed it too much, the tools on that cart would make an Inquisition torturer jealous.”

“Fuck,” John said.

“That’s what I said,” Alanna replied.

Amy came over holding the gloves, a hammer, and some nails. She forced the gloved over Alanna’s hands and cinched them tight. They would not come off until Amy wanted them to. She then nailed the gloves to the table. Alanna, in a panic, found that she could not move her hands or fingers.

“You were amateurish,” Amy said to Alanna. “Using a hammer to destroy toes in order to cause pain? Heh.”

Amy took 30 needles out of the box and inserted three into each finger below the nail. Alanna shrieked in pain. Amy smiled at the sounds and pulled out a pair of foam earplugs.

“Sorry, daddy,” Amy said with a smirk as she put in her earplugs. “You will just have to deal with the noise.”

Alanna sobbed in agony. This was more pain than she had ever felt.

“See, Alanna,” Amy asked with a smile. “If you merely cut off the fingers, the pain fades and you minimize the pain you can inflict.”

“But,” Amy continued as she pulled the three needles from the forefinger on the left hand, “by leaving the fingers intact, the nerve endings are still there.”

“And with the nerves intact,” she continued as she reinserted the needles under the fingernail, “you can keep stimulating them for hours.”

Amy walked over to the cart as Alanna continued to sob in agony. Retrieving the handheld torch, she walked back to Alanna. Looking under the table, Amy grinned. Crawling under the table, she spread Alanna’s legs and looked at the older woman’s fur-covered pussy. Triggering the torch, she ignited Alanna’s pubic hair. It went up quickly, but the woman’s shrieks reached an even higher pitch.

Amy chuckled as she looked at the now-smooth pussy. Backing out from under the table, she looked over at her father’s crotch. He was hairy too. Then again, he had hair all over his chest and back as well. This was really going to be fun.

“I will be right back,” Amy said as she left the room.

Amy walked into the booth and began rummaging through the boxes in the corner. Her sisters looked on in horror. They knew her sister was determined to cause pain, but the level of sadism they were seeing proved that Amy was not the sister they thought they knew.

“Have either of you seen that bottle of vodka Sven had?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth said. “It is over here.”

Elizabeth went to Sven’s jacket, which was lying in the other corner. Reaching into the inner pocket, she pulled out the bottle. Amy took the bottle, saying thanks, and went back into the room.

Amy walked up to her father and carefully poured the vodka on his chest, crotch, and legs. Stepping back, she used the torch to ignite the fumes. She giggled as blue flames crawled over her father’s body, singing the hair off. Amy repeated the process on John’s back. Soon the only hair John and Alanna had was on their heads.

“Well,” Amy said, “that was fun. But Alanna, you are still too hairy.”

Amy went over and ignited the hair on Alanna’s head. The stench of burning hair filled the room. As Alanna screamed, Amy went over and ignited her father’s hair. The flames did not last long and soon, both Alanna and John were bald.

“Much better, don’t you think?”

“Amy, please,” John said. “Please let us go. You do not want to kill us. I know you were hurt and I am really sorry. Please, just let us go. I do not care about the money. You three can have it.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DADDY,” screamed Amy. “You don’t seem to get it. We can have the money anyway. As for me wanting to kill you, you have never been more wrong in your life. I have dreamed of nothing but killing you since I found out you were still alive. When I found out you orchestrated this whole fucking situation, I knew I had to kill you. But killing you was not enough. I want you to feel as much pain as Lany felt. As Chelly and mom felt. I want you to feel the pain, Liz, Mel, and I felt. You will be begging me to kill you before I let you die.”

“But…..”

Amy did not let him finish. She backhanded him hard and dislocated his jaw. Seeing what she had done, she grabbed the jaw and shoved it back into place.

“You still do not get it. There are only two things I want to hear from you, you fucker. I want to hear your screams and I want to hear you begging for death. Let me give you an example of what I can do.”

Amy set down the torch and went to the cart. Finding a sharp scalpel, she returned to her father. She made a shallow cut on his abdomen and peeled back the top layers of flesh exposing the nerves below. Grabbing a few of the nerves, she used the scalpel to lightly scrape the blade along them. If it had not been for the stimulants, John would have passed out from the pain. As it was, all he could do was open his mouth in a silent howl of agony.

“Now, shut the fuck up until I am ready to deal with you. I am still working on your fucking pig of a wife, you shit. Just shut the fuck up.”

John was almost mindless from the pain. He had enough consciousness to realize his daughter was no longer sane when it came to him and Alanna. All he could do was sit there and hope it would be over soon. Anything else would only invite more pain. He remembered one of her sisters mentioning that she had been trained as an assassin. He believed it now. The older sister had been right about another thing. Pissing Amy off was a big mistake.

Amy picked up the torch and returned to Alanna.

“Sorry if you thought I forgot about you,” Amy said to Alanna. “I didn’t.”

Amy lit the torch and held the flame to the needles heating the metal. When the metal was glowing from the heat, she moved on to the next needle. Alanna continued her screaming as her fingers cooked from the inside. Her screams kept getting louder and louder until there was sudden silence. Amy looked up at Alanna and, seeing the older woman’s mouth still open and hearing the air come out through it, Amy began to laugh.

“Hahahaha,” Amy cackled. “You broke your voice. I must say, though, that I am a bit relieved. I do not need to hear your screams to know the pain you are in.”

Amy finished heating the last of the needles and went back to the cart. Selecting a pair of pliers, she went back to Alanna. Leaving the needles in place, Amy used the pliers to grip the thumbnail on Alanna’s left hand. With a yank, Amy ripped the nail free. Tears rolled down Alanna’s face as she shook in agony.

Amy repeated the action on the next finger….and the next. Soon all 10 nails were pulled free. Amy tested the heat of the needles and, finding them sufficiently cooled, pulled the 30 needles from the fingers. She freed Alanna’s hands and moved the table out of the way. Then she started on Alanna’s toes.

—–

Elizabeth was seriously disturbed. Amy was going beyond anything the older sister had imagined. She had seen her mother use a hammer to destroy her older sister’s toes and had felt that was horrible. But, as bad as that was, this was so much worse.

“Elizabeth,” Melinda said, “Amy has lost it, hasn’t she?”

“I am afraid so, Melinda. We can only hope that, when this is over, she will go back to being the sweet sister we know.”

“I am scared, Elizabeth.”

“Me too, Melinda. Me too.”

—–

Alanna was no longer howling. She was whimpering and sobbing. She could not wait for this nightmare to be over. It was ridiculous. She hurt so bad, she had lost her voice. And that little demon was not finished yet.

“Alanna,” Amy said. “Alanna…..Alanna…..yes. Look at me, you bitch. Are you allergic to bees?”

“No,” Alanna croaked, her voice not quite recovered.

“Good. I will be right back.”

—–

Alanna walked into the booth. Looking through her bag of goodies, she pulled out a sturdy – but thin – glove that was covered in grit.

“What is that,” Melinda asked.

“Another glove I made. It is covered with medium grit from sandpaper. I coated the glove with superglue and then covered the glove with the grit.”

Amy reached in and pulled out a plastic bottle that was tightly sealed.

“And that,” Elizabeth asked.

“Bee venom. I will put some on the glove and then fist Alanna’s ass with it. It is not lethal, but the venom will hurt like hell.”

Amy left the booth and went back into the room.

“Melinda…..”

“Call me ‘Mel’, Elizabeth.”

“Only if you call me ‘Liz’, Melinda.”

“Deal, Liz.”

“Deal, Mel. Oh, and Mel?”

“Yeah, Liz?”

“Remind me to never piss off our younger sister. She really scares the fuck out of me.”

—–

Amy walked up to John and undid his cuffs.

“Don’t try anything, daddy.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, Amy.”

Amy cuffed his hands together and hung him on the hook again. She then got some lubricant and coated his asshole with it. With a quick motion, she shoved her fist into him.

“FUCK,” screamed John. “What the hell?”

“Can it, daddy. You actually should be thanking me. I am loosening you up a little.”

“Loosening me up,” John asked incredulously as Amy walked back to the cart. “Loosening me up for what?”

“This,” Amy said, waving a baseball bat as she approached her father.

“God, Amy,” John whimpered. “No.”

“Yes,” Amy said with a smile as she fit the fat end of the bat into her father’s asshole.        ”Please stop, Amy. That bat is killing me.”

“Oh, hush, daddy. I am going to kill you; not some stupid piece of wood.”

Amy left the bat in her father and went over to Alanna. She undid Alanna’s cuffs and handcuffed the older woman’s wrists together before hanging her on a hook beside her husband. Amy waves at the mirror and Melinda turned the hooks so the two captives were facing each other.

Amy put on the glove and poured a little of the venom on the index finger. She walked behind Alanna and – without lubrication – shoved two fingers up the older woman’s ass. At first, Alanna was confused. Then the pain hit.

The first pain – caused by the abrasive grit on the glove – was bad, but not too bad. Then the venom came into contact with the torn tissue. That pain was maddening. Alanna started kicking her legs and shaking from side to side, in hopes of alleviating her pain. Amy laughed in evil delight.

“What, happened,” John asked. “What did you do to her?”

“This,” Amy said as she used her gloved hand to pull on her father’s cock.

The glove tore the skin on John’s cock and the venom did its work. In only a moment, John was howling in torment. Amy put a little more venom on the glove and went back to Alanna. This time, she shoved her whole hand inside the older woman’s ass. As she pushed the hand deeper, Amy flexed her fingers, tearing the delicate tissue. Alanna sobbed heavily. Her voice was beginning to recover and her please were barely audible.

“….please kill me……please kill me……please kill me……..”

“Not yet, bitch,” Amy said. “We have more fun yet to come.”

Deciding to let Alanna sit in torment, Amy went back to her father. She pulled the bat from his ass and, after applying more venom to the glove, shoved her hand up inside. Knowing male anatomy from her studies as an assassin (it always helps to know how to hurt someone), she located his prostate and ripped at it with her gloved fingers. At first, it caused a massive erection and orgasm that caused his dick to spew semen halfway to the door.

“Wow, daddy,” Amy said. “Did that feel good?”

John was incapable of answering as the venom was taking effect, causing excruciating pain to erupt in his bowels. Smiling, Amy left him to his torment and went to fist Alanna’s cunt. Using the rest of the venom, Amy scratched the woman’s clitoris before roughly shoving her fist inside the woman’s cunt.

Amy decided to get down to business. This had been fun, by time was ticking by. It was time to get on with killing these two. She went back to the cart and selected a butcher knife and a 18-inch chain with hooks on each end.

Amy walked back to Alanna. The woman was almost out of it. The pain was taking a toll on her consciousness. Amy couldn’t have the woman passing out. That would not be fair to Lany, Chelly, or mom. She got two more syringes and injected the stimulant into Alanna’s and John’s necks. He did not look like he was going to pass out, but this next step might test that.

While she waited for the stimulant to take effect, Amy set the chain on the floor and went back to the cart. She selected two more thin chains with hooks. One was 40 inches long and the other was 50 inches long. Her chains in hand, she walked back to the hanging couple. Alanna was still not quite alert, but she was better than she was a minute ago. Sweat poured down her face as she moaned in pain.

John was fully alert. He was also terrified. He did not know what his daughter meant to do with those chains, but it would not be good for him. That was for sure.

Amy grabbed her butcher knife in one hand and her father’s cock and balls in the other. With a look to his face and a quick smile, she quickly sliced his genitals off. Moving quickly as John howled in pain, Amy retrieved the iron and cauterized the wound. Attaching one hook to one side of the severed genitals, Amy looped the 40-inch chain around Alanna’s waist and attached the second hook to the other side of the genitals. Alanna now had a dick.

Seeing that Alanna – with a horrified look on her race – was fully alert now, Amy sliced the older woman’s left breast off and cauterized the wound. As Alanna shrieked in pain (Amy found it amazing how her voice came back), Amy cauterized the wound and attached one end of the 18-inch chain to the severed tit. Amy then repeated the process with the right breast and hung the pair around her father’s neck.

“We are almost done with you, Alanna,” Amy said. “Any last words?”

Alanna merely shook her head as the pain coursed through her body. Seeing her tits on her husband’s chest was kind of surreal. Looking down, she realized that having her husband’s penis hanging from her body was equally surreal. Suddenly, the meaning behind Amy’s words penetrated her pain-fogged mind and she realized the end was near.

“Thank you for finishing this, Amy,” Alanna said. “If it is any consolation, I am sorry.”

“It is no consolation, but I can understand that you are sorry. Here we go, Alanna.”

Amy knelt and moved the penis to the side. Without any concern given to the pain Alanna felt, Amy cut the woman’s pussy free and, using the 50-inch chain, hung it from her father’s hips. The severed pussy covered the hole where his cock had been.

“Look, Alanna,” Amy said quickly. “Look at your husband. Doesn’t he look like a butch dyke?”

Alanna looked at her husband, seeing her tits on his chest and her pussy covering his crotch. She started to sob again. The blood loss from her latest wound was making her lightheaded. Seeing this, Amy stepped behind her and, using the knife, cut Alanna’s head off.

Amy lifted Alanna off the hook and laid the headless body on the floor. She set the head on the woman’s chest so the vacant eyes stared at her husband. Amy decided she needed a shower before she continued. As John just stared at his dead wife, Amy left the room.

—–

“Amy,” Elizabeth said as Amy walked past the booth, “where are you going?”

“I feel like taking a shower,” Amy replied. “I have that bitch’s blood all over me and it is disgusting. Also, I felt that daddy should have some quality alone-time with his wife.”

“Are you going to be much longer,” Melinda asked.

“No. I would say thirty minutes from the time I go back in there and we will be done. Thank you for putting up with my selfish behavior. I hate to say it, but I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you two.”

“What do you mean?”

“I hate them, Mel,” Amy answered. “I really, really, hate them. I would do so much more to them, but…..but you help me remember that I could lose myself in this. It is not healthy.”

“I have to admit, Amy,” Elizabeth said, “that I thought you had lost it a bit.”

“No,” Amy objected as she began to tremble. “Even when I am raving in there, it is mostly for show. I wanted them terrified. I got it. Now let me go shower. I think I am going to throw up as well. Give me twenty minutes and come check up on me.”

Amy continued to the shower room. She made it, barely, before she threw up. She had killed many people before, but those people meant nothing to her. She was too emotionally involved here. Had this been a job instead of a personal affair, she would have passed on it. It was never a good idea to mix business and personal affairs.

“Well,” Elizabeth said as she heard her sister throwing up in the bathroom, “that makes me feel better. At least now, I know this is getting to her.”

“Tell me about it,” Melinda said. “She is good at acting, though. I bought it all.”

“Me too, Mel. Me too. I tell you, that girl is super scary.”

“Remind me to never piss her off, Liz.”

“Hey! That’s my line.”

—–

Fifteen minutes later, Amy had regained her composure. She dried herself off and went back to the booth. Grabbing another Diet Pepsi from the cooler, she sat down and looked at her father.

John had been staring at his dead wife. He was next. He knew it and he almost welcomed it. The catch, though, was his sadistic daughter. She would not make this easy. He knew it and was terrified.

John had tried shaking his hips in an attempt to dislodge his dead wife’s vagina. It was futile. He would, it seemed, wear his wife’s tits and pussy until Amy removed them. He found that profoundly disturbing. Thinking back, though, he realized Amy was right. Being sorry now was worthless. If you only felt sorry because you were faced with the consequences of your actions, your repentance meant less than nothing.

A bang drew his attention to the door. Amy was back. She looked as if she had showered.

“In case you are wondering,” Amy said, “I could not stand that pig’s filth on my body so I needed a shower. I hope that gave you enough ‘quality time’ because now, I do not think you will have much attention to spare for that slut.”

“What are you going to do to me? What can you do to me? You already sodomized me. You castrated me. You have caused me more pain than I can imagine. Let me go, Amy. Please, let me go.”

Amy walked up to her father and let loose with a punch that shattered his right hip. He shrieked in pain and – had it not been for the stimulants – would have passed out. Stepping back, Amy waited for his cries of pain to subside. Eventually, they were reduced to whimpers.

“I told you earlier,” Amy said, “that I only wanted to hear two things from you: your cries of pain and your pleas for death. As for letting you go, forget it. You will die here. As for what I am going to do to you, well you will now find out for yourself.”

Amy went to the cart and got a chainsaw and the handheld torch. She went back to her father and, using the chainsaw, cut the left leg from his body. She used the torch to cauterize the wound. Then she used the torch to stop the bleeding from the severed leg. Blood on the leg would make it slippery and unwieldy.

She walked over to the pile of destroyed clothing and wiped her hand on a shirt. Taking the shirt with her, she wiped the blood off the severed leg. Tossing the shirt in the corner, she picked up the leg.

“You know,” Amy asked calmly. “I once heard this line in a movie where a guy threatens to rip someone’s arms off and beat them to death with them. Well, daddy, your arms are busy so this will have to do.”

Taking a few practice swings to see how the leg would react, she realized the knee was going to be a problem. If she hit her father with the front of the leg, the knee would just bend, blunting the force behind the swing. Turning the leg over, she swung it at her father, aiming to hit him with the back of the thigh. It worked perfectly.

“OOOOFFfffff,” John grunted as his severed leg connected with his abdomen, knocking the wind from him.

Amy smiled in delight. This had possibilities. Something was missing, though.

“Oh, yeah,” Amy said. “The bat.”

To her father’s dismay, she dropped the leg and retrieved the bat. Thinking she was going to beat him with the bat, he started to sob.

“No, Amy. Don’t hit me with the bat. I don’t think I could take that.”

“Oh, shut up, you big baby. I am not going to hit you with this…….at least, not yet.”

Amy stepped behind her father and shoved the fat part of the back up his ass again. John howled. It had been almost 40 minutes since she had fisted him and his asshole had tightened up again. This intrusion had no lubricant and he could feel the tissues in his rectum tearing as the wooden bat was inserted.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned in pain, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Does that hurt, daddy,” Amy asked with a smile. “Don’t worry. We are almost done.”

She picked up the leg and went back to work on his torso. She held back from using her full strength. She did not want to break him. As it was, he was physically bruised over most of his body when she was done. She had hit his shattered right hip a few times, causing howls of almost inhuman pain.

After about ten minutes, she pulled the bat from his ass and shoved the leg in foot-first. In the booth, Elizabeth and Melinda were shocked as they laughed at the sight of their father’s leg dangling from his asshole.

Amy picked up the pile of wasted clothing and piled it under her father’s hanging body. With one leg missing and the other hip destroyed, he would not be able to kick the pile away. Using the torch, she lit the pile of clothes and stepped back watching it burn.

The flames licked at his skin and John howled in agony and terror. Unbeknownst to anyone save Alanna and Amanda, this was his worst nightmare; being burned alive.

“Amy, no……please Amy, anything but this. Noooo……please Amy, stop this. Please!!!!”

Amy was torn. She wanted him to feel this pain, but the discomfort she felt after killing Alanna was returning.

“AMY,” John howled, “AMY…..AMY….PLEASE STOP THIS……I CAN’T TAKE IT. I’M BURNING. PLEEEEEEEEEEASE, AMY! KILL ME……..KILL ME…….KILL MEEEEEEE!”

Amy smiled as she hefted the bat.

“All you had to do was ask, daddy,” Amy said pleasantly.

She walked up to him and with all her strength, she swung the bat at his chest. There was a terrifyingly loud crunch as the bad destroyed her father’s ribs and pulverized his heart. He swung wildly, the chain coming off of the hook, and fell to the floor.

Amy dropped the bat and walked to her father. Looking at his face, she saw his eyes cloud over as death approached.

“Thank you, Amy,” John said weakly. “I just……just couldn’t handle the…..the fire.”

Closing his eyes for the last time, he coughed violently, blood spewing from his mouth. A moment later, he was dead.

—–

Amy did not even run to the bathroom. She fell to her knees and threw up violently. All the hate and anger she felt was leaving her. The evil bastards responsible for the deaths of her sisters and mother were dead. Amy had barely enough time to wonder if she was becoming an evil bastard, herself, when Elizabeth and Melinda were suddenly there, helping Amy to her feet.

“C’mon, little sister,” Melinda said. “It’s over. Let’s get out of here.”

“No,” Amy said resolutely, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “It is not over yet. We have one more chore here.”

Amy left the room and, a few minutes later, returned with a 55-gallon drum of gasoline.

“Earlier today,” Amy said, “I arranged for fifty of these things to be brought here. They are scattered throughout the rooms on this floor. There are explosives wired to one of the barrels in each room. When the timer hits zero, the bomb will blow, igniting the gasoline. When the flames finally go out, there will be nothing recognizable of these two.”

“Wow,” Elizabeth said. “Why? This facility is four stories underground. It is unlikely that anyone will find this place.”

“Alanna found it 12 years ago,” Melinda commented. “Other people have to know about it as well.”

“Alanna made the mistake of recording the murders 12 years ago. There was evidence left behind. I am not going to make that mistake. When the authorities investigate, they will find nothing here but ash. I have four more barrels outside the door. Help me move them in, please.”

The older sisters did as they were asked. As they were walking up the last flight of stairs, heading to the door that would lead them outside, they heard a muffled boom.

“There go the bombs,” Amy said. “In about an hour, smoke will start to escape from this door.”

“Only because you turned on the fans directing it here.”

“True, but I made sure that I left no fingerprints.”

“But why,” Elizabeth asked. “Why direct the smoke out here?”

“The toxicity of the fumes down there will make it dangerous for anyone who goes down there. It is almost winter. Homeless people will be looking for a warm place to stay. I do not want them dying down there because of us. This will get the attention of the authorities and they will clean it up or put up warning signs. Anyway, let’s go meet Ed.”

“Are you going to kill Johnny,” Melinda asked.

“No. He is innocent. I know what I said to Alanna, but he is really innocent in all of this.”

“Where will he stay,” Melinda asked. “His parents are dead.”

“Do you really have to ask,” Amy asked incredulously. “He will stay with Ed. The medical treatment was a success. He will still live for a while, yet.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “Enough talk. Let’s go catch our flight.”

First day back from end of year break the hero of our story, Principal Meyers, is already hard at work. The school soccer team had come back with the state championship and he has to reward them for their hard work and dedication, but how?

As he roamed the hallways, the excited squeals of the new junior girls echoed off the walls. A brand new gaggle of thirteen year old girls, excited about first day of their first year in ‘Big School’. Already making new friends, and realising they were going to be at school for another 6 years with old friends; chatting boastfully about seeing their favourite teen idols over the holidays. Our hero couldn’t help but gaze at their slender hips, the rake thin legs, and barely budding chests. He would wait patiently for their first PE class to get a good look. He always loved the daily prefect meetings behind the two-way glass of the girls change room, “what a blessed life” he thought. Just at that moment it all froze; as he turned the corner, he saw them. A couple of the finest preteen specimens he had ever seen; your youngest daughter Loli and her best friend Mae. Two distinctly different animals with one thing in common… they made his dick twitch like no others before them.

Loli is a 4 foot-4 inch strawberry blond. Her pigtails are pulled high up on the back of her head, with only a flick of a fringe falling out of place, interrupting her pure white face. Her emerald eyes gaze at him with a childlike innocence over her fading freckles, laid-sprinkled over downy, soft cheeks. A sweet little button nose, and small light rose lips frame a set of expensive quasi-invisible braces, beaming a smile light enough to soften even the hardest heart. Even her perfect little round ears attest to the arresting innocence of this little things face. As he looked down at her he gasped, she was tiny!! A size 4 dress would hang off her like a tent. He can’t help but trace her outline with his eyes. He can see her new buds lifting just the slightest shadow off her button up blouse. A waist you could wrap your hands around, and still have room to spare. He can make out her bony hips jutting out only an inch or two, but still enough to hold up her pleated skirt, and accentuate her childish shape.

Mae was a very different species. Being half Vietnamese, she is much taller than Loli, about 5-foot even. Her long immaculately straight jet-black hair, reaches to the small of her back. Her Anglo heritage shows through only slightly in her skin, it looks like slightly aged alabaster. Otherwise she was the classic Asian child; thin though slightly rounded features, with Dark sorrowful almond eyes that would make a Mongol warlord cry. No breasts to mention, and a body so straight you could calibrate a ruler with her, “A thirteen year old sex toy with the body of a ten year old boy, but that ass!” he thought to himself; a round bun of girl flesh wrapped in a tight pair of hipsters. He couldn’t wait to see it, especially after a hard run around the oval. He would have to make sure Mr Evans (their PE teacher) pays special attention to working these bodies hard before the Prefect meetings.

From the way they smiled and joked with each other; as though, the rest of the world did not exist, he could see they were best friends, and vowed to never separate them.

He slowly walks over to the girls offering a warm greeting and a request for them to visit him in his office at lunch (he would think of a reason once they get there).

Suddenly, he knew the answer to his problem.

Chapter 2: The Cheerleader

It was almost lunchtime, as he leans back on his rawhide recliner, Mr Meyer’s thoughts drifted back to the girls. With a smile creeping across his face, he silently plans tomorrow’s presentation. Cathy, the schools cheerleader captain, looks up, thinking the smile is for her and immediately receives a sharp slap across her temple. Her sky-blue eyes redden and swell.

“Did I tell you to look at me?!” he scowled down at her.

She clenched her hollow eyes, whimpered, and pushed her tired mouth down his shaft a little further. She really needs the B in English; so, when he suggested some work in her free period before lunch, she knew what to expect. They all did, of course, eventually. He reaches down, taking a fist of her peroxide blond hair and wrenches her head back, he looks straight into her eyes as they make a silent plea for mercy. With an evil smile, he spit all over her face. A lump of slime makes its way out of her eye socket, and traces its way across her cheek to her lips. As this did not make her smile, he slaps her across the eyes again.

“You sicken me did you know that? When I look at you my stomach rolls over itself. I think of all the whores; all of the destitute human waste that litters this world, and I wish that life on you. Now say thank you!!”

A tear rolls down her flushed cheek, as she opens her mouth to speak, but before she can utter a word he slams her face back into his lap. With a sickening gulp, it burrows deep into her throat. Her gag reflex fights the invasion, but only succeeds to milk his shaft as her body fights for air. She starts bucking, and her legs begin kicking out. He wraps his free hand around her throat and jerks off though her neck. Her face is turning blue she begins heaving, so he pops his cock out for a second, long enough for her to suck in half a breath as her stomach acid rushes up; burning her windpipe, it floods her throat. But just before she vomits, he drills back into her face and the thick slime jets out of her nose and pulses from the corners of her mouth.

He’s happily slapping her face into his wet lap, when her body gives up the fight and falls limp at his feet. So he intensifies the barrage of abuse on what used to be the prettiest face in school, but now nothing more that a receptacle for any fluids that a man might be urged to force in there. Like some kind of mutant amphibian, her slime covered face gurgles and chokes on its own produce; he just laughs, thinks twice and stops.

“Oh my god, what did I just do to you??!! I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me… here let me help you up” he coos.

He leans over her, tenderly stroking her worn and sticky face. In her delusion, she looks up imploringly; he laughs again, and kicks a steel cap boot at her womb. She buckles in terrified pain, automatically doubling over into the foetal position; she tries to straighten her twisted body, to gasp for air. He simply lifts her by her throat back up to his lap. While holding her forehead; his fingers squeezing her by her temples, he forces her jaw wide open with his other hand. With no more that a grimace; he grinds her open maw back onto his cock. Her tongue hangs lifeless out over her lips, so with each pump she involuntarily licks his balls.

He is bored now. With a final burst of sadistic energy, he tears into her throat; bashing his cockhead through her tonsils, bruising her larynx and tearing her hair as he grips her. He pounds her face into his lap like the lifeless rag doll she has become, nothing left of her except the sound of her face and throat. With each guttural slurp-gasp-slap he feels his balls clench a little tighter, each time he hates her a little more and punishes her accordingly. She wakes out of her trance, just in time for her tongue to sense the surge, only moments before he kicks her worn pussy and fucks her face like a rabid dog. Slamming his cock deeper, bruising her face with his hips as he bashes her skull on his thick bones, he can feel the rings in her trachea massaging his cock head; milking his manhood inside her neck, until he cannot hold off any longer.

He glares down at her blue face, then spits in her bulging red-eyes, and releases the first surge of his bitter cum into her skull. Flow after flow shoots its way into her throat. Each time he thrusts his cock down her neck it flushes the goo into her broken soul. that she is, she can do nothing about it, except stay still and hope he has had enough of her for now. With a shudder; he pulls out, wipes the last droplets into her eyes, and lets her fall to the floor. She squeals as the vile cum and stomach acid scorches her eye sockets, she is frantically blinking and rubbing to get rid of it. She gasps as her body remembers it can breathe again, but as soon as she has opened her throat to the cool air, it is full again; although, it takes her a moment to figure out what’s happening.

“No time to clean yourself, cheer practice is in 5 minutes. I guess I’ll have to do it for you” he suggests. “He is pissing in my throat!!!!” her mind screams.

The acrid, yellow urine burns like acid, as it sears in the tears in the back of her mouth. The hollow sound of the babbling stream in her mouth reverberates though her skull, but she knows him too well to consider closing her mouth. She just gulps as quickly as she can before the rush of hot piss foams over her lips and onto her uniform.

“Say thankyou you dumb whore”, he growls, and kicks at her womb again.

She coughs the filth all over herself, but immediately opens up again and looks up at him. “Thank you sir, I love the taste of your piss in my throat. It reminds me, when I have forgotten, that I am nothing but a piss trough for anything with a penis.”

With that, he moves his aim to her eyes. The rush of yellow liquid pushes her eyelids open to watch the blurred, and yellow tinted vision of her high school principal pissing on her brain. But mercifully; eventually… it slows to a stop. She winces, as he shakes the last drops onto her cheek.

“What are you still doing here?!!” he yells at her. “Get out before I change your C to a D”.

With a sudden burst of energy she squeals, “But you said I’d get a B”!!

“Actually, You’re not finished yet” he says grinning.

He points at the puddle of slime on the floor. So; like a well trained puppy, she rolls over onto her hands and knees and begins lapping up her own thick bile; making sure to suck up every chunk of breakfast and every coagulated lump of regurgitated semen. As her tears drop into the pool beneath her, she laps them up too. As soon as she is finished, she looks up at him with tired and hollow smile; looking more like a raped clown at a funeral, than a high-school cheerleader.

The lunch bell rings loud and clear. He tells her she has 5 seconds to get out, and she will get a C+. She scrambles to her feet, nearly slipping over the wet patch that is the remains of her early lunch, and runs out the door.

Sitting at his desk Mr Meyers opens his grade book, and writes a red D next to Cathy’s name.

A knock on the door. He smiles, right on time.

Chapter 3: Lunch with Loli and Mae

“Umm hello? Mr Myers?”
They giggle.
“Shhhhh”
“I don’t think he’s here”

Mr Meyers has snuck up behind the door, as it creaked open. They poke their delicate little necks through, and stare into the demurely lit study. Mr Meyers smiles, reaches out to them from behind the door, and grabs their shoulders in his powerful hands.

The two girls squeal in terror as they spin around on their heels, with their eyes bulging out in panic. They look like frightened lambs caught in the headlight of an oncoming semi, when he grins demonically at them. He reaches his hands behind himself, while they stare at him stunned and confused. Loli’s face is even whiter than before, while Mae is not much darker. Never breaking his gaze into Loli’s glowing green eyes, his hands reach out from behind his back. Suddenly, he thrusts his hand out at them, holding two icy-poles. Their faces quickly soften into delight, as they realise the principle has played a very funny joke on them.

“What a silly man” they both think, “with such a great guy leading the school, what could possibly go wrong?”

They look at each other catching their breath and laugh. Their squeals and giggles ring around the stuffy old room; bringing it to a sudden, and youthful life. He ushers them in, offering the big leather seats in front of his desk. They sit on the unusually high chesterfields, gliding their soft pink lips up and down the icy treats, only stopping to lick the gooey dribbles off their fingers. Mr Meyers wonders what they make of the taste of his frozen semen.

“Gee sir! These are funny tasting icy-poles!” Loli Exclaims. “Yeh, I know!!! It’s like… I can’t figure it out but it has such an odd taste to it. It’s like… I don’t know if I actually like it or not. But it’s so unusual. I’ve never tasted anything like it”, chimes Mae.

The girls nod to each other as they suck hungrily, saving the treats from a molten doom. A moment passes, as the slurping and licking sounds continue. Mr Meyers leans back to watching his computer screen out of the corner of his eye. He thanks himself again, for installing the hi-definition ’security’ cameras under his desk. With these, he can see in full colour, right up Loli’s skirt. He can even see the little pink love hearts on her cottons. Deciding the girls are happily distracted enough sucking their icy-poles, he turns to his computer and zooms in. He can see the faint outline of her cleft, the smooth folds have outlined only the barest crease, but enough that he knows how deep her perfection goes. His technological outlay did not end there and he quickly switches to night mode; which, coupled with the special lens he picked up from Ebay, erase the panties altogether. With a violent twitch, that he only just managed to ignore, his dick nearly jumps into his hand. She was as pure as the driven snow, one of those snatches pedophiles only dream about. Like silken-dunes of pre-teen flesh, diving neatly inside her, drawing nothing but a thin line from her mons all the way under to her anus. He tears himself away, playing it safe. He can see much more later on, best not to take risks.

“So. Girls I trust you are enjoying yourself?” he begins. The girls affirm they are, with garbled words, and slurping grins of satisfaction. “Good.”
“Now, if you can tear yourselves away from my… err, your frozen juice for a moment. I’d like to know a bit about you. After all, I can’t very well have two girls that I don’t know presenting the trophy to our champion soccer team, can I?”

As if scripted; both girls choke on their icy-poles, and look up at him in shock.

“HUH? Us??” they say in unison
“But, we only just started today.” Loli takes over. “Exactly” he says cryptically, “our two first-year class representatives, ‘presented’ err I mean, ‘presenting’ to our highest achievers. It’s perfect.” Mr Meyers offers as explanation.

Again he gets nothing but shocked looks from the girls.

“It’s the first day sir, how have we been voted in as class reps already? Its not that we, or I anyway don’t appreciate the chance.” “ME TOO”!!! Mae jumps in.
“Hee hee” Loli continues, “yes well I wouldn’t do it without Mae anyway.”

She leans over and tickles her friend. Mr Meyers glances at the screen and sees her lips glide against each other, showing only the most teasingly small sliver of her glistening insides.

“But I’m… We’re just a bit confused that’s all.” Loli says, before she licks at her icy pole, which has started to dribble on her hand again. “Never mind that girls, I am the principle and as such I choose the class reps. I have chosen you two. Do you accept?” They look at each other smiling; a moment of silence passes, as though they have some kind of telekinetic link, then they nod at each other, “Of course! Silly, we would love to!!!” they say in perfect sync, and then they fall over each other, laughing.

Mr Meyers smiles warmly, glancing slightly to the image of Loli’s lips rubbing against themselves, while she wrestles with Mae.

“Wonderful” Mr Meyers exclaims.
“So Mr M, May we call you that?”
“Of course”
“So… what do we need to do? Do we have a speech? Or practice runs? Anything fun like that?” Mr M can’t help but grin at the idea. “No need to worry about all that stuff girls, all I ask is that you look your best for our boys.”

They barely register this, as they have already shot off into an unintelligible, 100MPH, girl-babble; comprised, it seems, entirely out of squeaks and giggles. But he can figure that they are already discussing what they are going to wear, which make-up colours will go best with which shirts and skirts; shoes and socks, and though he can’t be sure, he suspects that they even decide to wear their best underwear. He nods with quiet pride, damm he is good at this. He thinks he can even see Loli’s lips pulsing on the monitor; it is her heart beat rushing blood, at full-tilt, through her excited little body.

“Whoa there slow down girls. There’s plenty of time for this later, we still haven’t formally met, and I know next to nothing about you”, he says. “Other than the colour of your panties”, he muses.

They gently come back down to earth; flustered and red cheeked. The babble slows down to a more human pace, and finally they stop to look at him.

“Well Mr M, what would you like to know?” Loli asks, clearly the spokesperson for this little duet. “Hmmmm, that’s a good question. Now that I have brought it up, I don’t know what to ask first, just… tell me a bit about you. I’ve been looking at your records here, and you are both model students it seems.”

He does in-fact bring up their records on his screen, but also switches the cameras to the one facing Mae, then turns back to face the girls.

Loli is the first to open up, blushing a bit at the compliment.

“Well sir, we have always been neighbours, and our mothers actually went to Lamaze classes together, so whenever either of our parents was out it was a play date for us. It was always understood that we would go to the same school; it kinda makes it easy having her next to me all the time, so I never feel alone. She is my sister, regardless of the fact that we have different parents.” Loli looks at Mae smiling.

Mr M is nodding, listening to the story; glancing back to the screen confirming details, but in reality he is zooming up Mae’s long slender legs. She sat on the oversized armchair cross-legged, very unlike her ’sister’ who has obviously been brought up to be much less common. Mae, like Loli has a perfect little slit; a paper cut from her clit to her ass. By sitting in this arrangement she has unwittingly opened herself up for him to inspect her on a gynaecological level. He winces at what he sees next, and has to feign computer trouble to cover it up. Zooming right up Mae’s girl-hood he sees something he had not bargained for, the telltale cotton string. Not that it is a real obstruction to his plans, but it is something he will need to remember for future. Otherwise, her flower is blossoming beautifully, with each tender pink fold subtly fusing into the next in smaller and smaller concentric layers leading in as far as the light can penetrate. Her hole is tighter than a whistle; he instinctively knows nothing has ever passed as far as the UV-light is into her now. As though further proof were needed that she is blooming a little faster than Loli, there is just the daintiest little tuft of hair sprouting from her pubis. He sighs, wishing they would both be perfectly silken. But as he often says, “You take what you can get”, and in this case he has gotten much more than he could have wished for, so a little hair is nothing to gripe about.

“I see, and it says here you have requested to be in the same classes, correct?” Mr M asks. “Yes sir.” Mae chips in.
“That is, if it’s not too much trouble, I mean.” Mae adds sheepishly. “Of course, that’s fine. I’ll make the arrangements now for you.”

He types away, actually doing what he said he would, making sure they both have P.E right after lunch. “There, I’ve had to arrange a few things around. I hope you both brought your sports gear today?” “Yes sir.” They chirp. “Good, well I’d better let you go. Lunch is almost finished and you need to get changed. I unfortunately have to go to work again. I hope we can continue these little meetings, shall we say same time every week?” “It’s a date.” Loli says, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. “Err I mean” “Haa haa, Never mind Loli, I know what you mean”, he actually blushes. “Now off you go, and I’ll see you again tomorrow; at assembly. Remember… Look your best.”

“Yes Sir!”

They throw a mock salute as they jump off the chairs, and skip out of his office. Loli’s skirt falls just short of flashing her panties as it bounces.

Mr M is immediately in the intercom.

“Miss Flyte?”
“Yessir” is the reply.
“Can you call Mr Evans; tell him I need to discuss two of his new pupils.”

Chapter 4: P.E physical examination

Mr Evans walks into the prefect meeting red-faced, and wheezing. Mr M and the new school prefects all turn to look at him. They are both annoyed at being distracted from watching the change rooms, and amused that he has had to actually break a sweat today.

“Those girls you sent Me.” he Pants, “are an energetic couple of cunts.” more panting, “Too much energy for their own good.” He slumps on his chair exhausted. “So what you’re saying” Mr M looks at him, “is that you worked them hard like I asked?” “Yes. Those bitches wouldn’t stop talking and laughing, like they don’t have a care in the world. No matter how many God-Damm times I ran them around the field. I made them sprint 30 times from goal to goal. Even had them do two hundred sits-ups as fast as they could. They just kept coming back for more, even laughing! Like it was some stupid game, don’t get me wrong it’s not like I ran with them, but I can only yell at them to run faster so much before it starts to hurt. I had to walk up and down the field, so I didn’t have to yell so much.” “But did you break them in?” Mr M doesn’t turn away from the two-way mirror, he is wondering where his star pupils are. “They are sprinting fifteen more laps around the oval, they were looking pretty haggard by the time I left to join you. One thing is for sure: after today, their endurance must have increased ten-fold. I didn’t become a champion soccer coach without knowing how to make a body work beyond its limits.”

On cue, the change room door creaks open, as two very sorry looking waifs tumble in. They are holding each other up for balance, but Mr M is happy to see that despite having been pushed to their limits; the spark is still in their eyes. He leans back, and lights a Cuban, he watches the scene unfold on the other side of the glass.

The girls slump on the benches wheezing, and gasping for breath to fill their tiny lungs. Having to look at each other’s pain just hurts more.

Loli breaks the silence:
“Why did he do that? What did we do wrong? My whole body hurts, it’s so unfair.”

They look at all the other girls, who are happily showering after the classes round robin tennis match. The girls look back with curiosity. Some are even jealous of the extra attention! Mae and Loli look at each other in disbelief.

“Well at least Mr M is nice.”

They both nod, and untie each other’s laces.

The prefects sit back, smiles curling across their faces, as they look now at the latecomers. The girls roll their sweaty socks off, and stand up shakily; they are still exhausted. As they peel off their T-shirts the audience can almost hear the sticky sounds, as the sweat grasps onto them. Each moment is an agonizing struggle against the girls aching muscles; until, they expose their tightened tummies, their abs are almost rippling now. Mr M looks at Mr Evans and nods approvingly. Soon enough; the Shirts are off over the girls tiny bodies, Mr M and the boys finally get to see the girls’ chests unobstructed. Loli’s skin is whiter than her face, and so fine that one would mistake her for an albino. She is a powdered shade of pink in the soft, fluorescent light. Her nipples are the size of berries, sitting atop breasts that would not fill a baby’s mouth. She shivers as the cold air hit’s her overheated skin, and hurriedly unties her shorts, dropping them to the floor. As she bends down, she aims her arse directly at Mr M, who sits forward; not missing a beat of the show in front of him, admiring her assets. A pucker little bum-hole, it matches the colour of her slightly opened pussy, joining to form the focus of the sweetest little peach this side of heaven. He rubs his cock slowly, hungry for a bight. But no sooner has she folded her cottons, she has run to the showers and turned on the hot, the steam rises and shrouds her in mist. As soon as she has gone, Mae limps to the toilet. She returns after no time at all. Seeing this, Mr M comes to understand that she hasn’t told Loli about her new development, interesting. With that done, she just quickly drops her shorts all the way down her long legs, and bends over to guide her panties over her feet; another pucker little asshole just like the last, but this one is a touch darker. She yells out to Loli to save some hot water, and joins her sister in the mist.

Mr M starts the meeting during this interlude, they discus all the boring crap that prefects and principles have to discuss. He explains the trophy presentation tomorrow; after which, they all look satisfied with the plan, indeed they seem very excited.

Loud giggling and squealing interrupts the meeting, the girls are at it again under cover of mist. The boys can only imagine what’s going on, but Mr M knows these girls too well by now. He knows there is nothing but innocent fun there. Mr Evans Scowls, He has never met such unbridled youthfulness; such innocent playfulness. The energy they have would put Tinkerbelle-on-meth to shame. He vows to break them by the end of the year. He looks at Mr M who nods in that telekinetic way some people do, and he immediately knows he will get his chance sooner rather than later. Just as the taps squeak shut and the water slows to a trickle; the nubiles step out drenched and clean. The bodies glowing again; as though, all his work was in vain, but there is no mistaking the extra definition on these two. He smiles.

They actually dry each other off, which surprises Mr M. Until he realises just how un-erotic, indeed natural, this is to them, as the tickle and poke each other’s sides, giggling and squealing. They braid each other’s hair, and get dressed. After primping and final checking each other, they skip out of the locker room, with tomorrow’s assembly on their minds.

Mr M, Mr E. and the boys follow suit, also with tomorrow’s assembly on their minds.

Chapter 5: The presentation

Loli’s alarm rings early today.

She throws her blanket off with a flourish, and runs to the shower. Grinning from ear to ear, she washes every subtle curve and crevice of her pink body, while humming the care bears theme. She is using her special strawberry and vanilla scented soap today; this makes her smell like a strawberry milkshake, she wants to not only to look her best, but to smell her best for Mr M. She pulls her strawberry-blond hair back tight and braids her pigtails high up on the back of her head, they jut a few inches into the air, before curving down to swing playfully at the back of her skull. After patting herself dry, she dusts herself with a fine layer of talc, loving that it makes her feel like silk; like a princess. She follows this with a little pink foundation to lighten-up her freckles, adds some white eye shadow, mascara and hot-pink sparkling-lipstick. This final touch is a little excessive, but she is too excited, and doesn’t notice.

The little spunk muffin, always cries at the sight of her metal grin when she brushes her teeth. But today she thinks of Mr M, if he sees something good in her, then she must not be as grotesque as she thinks. Only the second day at her new school, and he has already given her an important task “He’s such a sweetie” she ponders, promising herself to not let him down. A dab of “Jean-Paul-Gaultier: Classique” on her neck before she struts out of the bathroom, feeling and looking like a child goddess. Her naked body glows, pink and radiant.

After dancing over to her chest of draws, she picks her very expensive white cotton/silk blend hipster panties; the ones with pink lace edging, and a cute little silk bowtie at the front of the waistband. These are paired with a matching bra. A little pirouette for herself in the mirror, and she gives herself a wink. There is no need to go to the wardrobe, in her excitement she tried on everything she owns last night. Her clothes lays strewn about her bedroom, but the final choice hangs over the back of her computer chair. She slips on her pleated schoolgirl skirt, and the soft white blouse. She ties the pink silk ties the blouse has in place of buttons, even at the cuffs of its short sleeves. She pulls up the knee-high white socks with even more pink bows at the cuffs. She buckles on her patent-leather baby-doll shoes and trots downstairs for breakfast.

You do a double take when you see your little girl glide into the kitchen. You almost feel ashamed to have only prepared a banana smoothie and eggs Benedict for such a vision, but she yelps in glee; it’s her favourite, she says wrapping her arms around you, innocently pressing her body against your groin. You eat in silence as she muses over her food, giggling and smiling to herself. You feel such pride in having raised such an angel. If only her mother were alive to see her now.

Mae crawls out of bed, exhausted after having stayed up till 2AM fussing over her clothes. Once she had finally decided, she simply fell on her bed without even stripping the covers. Now, only after a barrage of internal dialogue and pep talking, can she drag her little carcass into the shower, she twists on the cold tap. The cold water jolts her to attention, even her nipples jump (they would have saluted if they could). She quickly twists the hot on, and basks under the warming water. The warmth spreads over her body as she tilts her head back under the shower, as it crawls down her hair, and sends shivers down her spine. She lets out a small groan and reaches for the body wash. After she has lathered herself from top to bottom, she spirals herself and watches the white foam cascade off her shoulders, down her flat chest, over her tight tummy and funnels down between her legs. After allowing a little more pampering under the hot water, she forces herself to turn it off and face the cold morning air. After the long task of combing her hair; which, she leaves untied, so that it hangs straight down her back. Mae quickly throws on her clothes, adds the same sparkling lip-gloss as Loli, and a little rouge for colour; a tight crop top to show off her abs and a long black dress to keep it formal.

“Mae!”
“Yes, Mum?”
“Breakfast is waiting, hurry up.”
“Sorry, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Nearly twisting her ankle on the way down, she immediately regrets wearing the knee-high pumps, but it is too late; no time to change now, and barely enough time to catch the bus.

They meet at the bus stop outside Loli’s house, quickly performing the obligatory once-over; they nod at each other and hug. Two seconds later they are off again, babbling in their patented 100MPH squeaks and giggles.

The bus is quieter today that yesterday; the senior boys are all grinning and whispering to the new boys, no doubt telling dirty jokes. The senior girls are all dead silent. The ones that look over at our girls seem almost sad. Mae and Loli assume that’s because they wanted to present the trophy; its not often a girl gets to meet the whole soccer team in front of the assembly. They just keep talking happily to each other and looking forward; away from the depressing glances. Some of their classmates hang over the seats; they are all trying to make friends with the new popular girls. Loli, ever the socialite, tells them all about Mr M and the lunchtime meeting. The little girls laugh all the way to school.

The day flies by for the girls. They don’t hear a word any teacher has said. Finally the bell rings, it’s lunchtime, Assembly time, Loli’s tummy begins to flutter, like she has a bucket of butterflies down there.

They walk to the great hall and sit in the front middle seats where Mr M told them to be. The whole school shuffles in and the lights dim. Mr M walks onto the dais, coughs, and begins the proceedings.

“Good afternoon and thankyou for attending this first school assembly for the year two thousand and five. We have a whole new year ahead of us, and a whole new class to share it with. I trust the seniors will teach the new recruits ‘all’ the ropes, and make for our most pleasurable year yet. It is with this in mind that we begin with an announcement, to those who do not already know, our senior boys’ soccer team has returned to us with the state championship.”

A round of applause greets his announcement.

“Haa haa, yes, it is very exciting. Mr Evans and the boys have worked tirelessly all season to bring this home to us, so I want them to know how much we as a school appreciate their efforts. Please come up here and join me on stage.”

The eleven-team members and one reserve, along with Mr Evans march onto stage under a hail of applause.

“Well done boys, and to show you how much we appreciate your tireless efforts we have a presentation for you. Loli, Mae will you please join us on stage.”

At the mention of her name Loli almost loses her breakfast, she is so nervous. Mae stands bolt upright and takes Loli by the hand. They pause for a moment to grasp some level of composure, and finally they skip, with grins from ear to ear, hand in hand up the stairs and stand next to Mr M, who looks down at them with a greeting smile. They return the smile in spades, beaming their happiness over the sea of darkened faces.

“I have asked these two new girls, who are by the way the class reps for the new first year students, to make a special presentation to our boys. Girls, I see you have prepared as I ask, so now, I’d like you to meet our championship soccer team.”

He smiles disarmingly again and ushers them over to the team captain, Al. They look at the ground, embarrassed to be standing so close to a school celebrity. He touches Loli’s chin, and lifts her gaze up to his face. She looks into his crystal blue eyes, as he leans forward. Unsure what to do next, Loli closes her eyes. Then his lips press against hers, she flickers her eyes open to confirm what he is doing. Just as quickly he has slid his tongue out, and is pushing it between her lips. She tries to step back, but his previously gentle hand has slid to the back of her neck and now firmly holds her still. He is forcing her face to press against him, as his tongue continues to probe inside her mouth. She can feel it licking her braces, and snaking its way all around inside her mouth, even into her cheeks. In her shock, she clenches her jaw shut tight.

Not a thought is going through her mind right now; she remains immobilised by fear and confusion, catatonic. Al continues, his other hand has reached to her face and squeezes her jaw tight, digging her braces into the soft skin inside her mouth. She makes ready to scream, not realising her mistake, and in a flash his tongue has darted deep into her sweet little mouth. He is feverishly licks her tongue, spiralling over and around her teeth. Squeezing her jaw tighter he pushes the cheeks flesh between her back teeth, so she can no longer shut her mouth, unless; of course, she doesn’t mind bighting a hole in her mouth. He is forcing her in closer to him, tighter against his mouth. He gapes his maw wide, as if trying to swallow her head; he drilled his tongue so deep that he is almost licking in her throat. Loli comes back to her senses, and she knows something is very, very wrong with this picture.

The first tear rolls out of her right eye, staining a wet streak down her silken face. This salty droplet is quickly followed by more, when the child spins her glazed eyes around, to see the team watching her with eagre grins, they watch their captain devour Loli’s face. But where is Mae, Why hasn’t she tried to help, She still can’t find her sister, when she feels a set of hands touch her thighs.

Mae’s jaw dropped when she saw Al lean in, and her thoughts race…

“What is this?
“Who is he?
“This can be right!!!!
“She doesn’t like it!!!
“STOP IT!!!!
“No please, you can’t? You’re hurting her!!!”

These thoughts and more scream through her mind, but there was nothing she could do to help, as Mr M and Mr E. wrench her off her feet, and jam the speech notes into her mouth. With a few laps of masking tape around her head she was gagged tight. They force her onto her knees, and she can do nothing but watch in terror as the team captain molests Loli’s face. Mr E. leans over her, he stares into her frightened, almond eyes.

With his stinking breath on her cheek, he whispers to her, “You might as well fight, cos we don’t reward little girls for good behaviour.”

She tears her eyes away from her best friend, and stares back at Mr E; her tears are staining the tape already.

He smirks as her eyes redden.

“Yes that’s right, cry little baby, cry for mummy, but she wont save you.”

With a burst of fear-fuelled energy she kicks out of his grip. But after three steps towards freedom, her hair betrays her; he has taken a hold of it. With a powerful tug, he rips her backwards, and her feet actually leave the ground, while her back and head slam onto the hardwood timbers. Frightened gasps hiss out from the girls in the audience; a low murmur of agreement rolls out from the boys, followed by a shifting of seats.

In the next instant the fat PE teacher is slobbering all over Mae. He is beckoning for three of the team members. She wants to scream through the gag but manages only moans and muffled cries. His chubby hands grope over her lithe body. He roughly caress’s her bony frame, lifting her shirt as he grabs onto her flat breast skin and twists it off her ribs, watching her squirm. Two of the boys each take a leg, while the other binds her wrists with more tape, and sits next to her, touching her face, rubbing his fingers across her lips and squeezes them inside her mouth. Mr E. continues squeezing her, and bruising her chest. She is delicious and warm, so he leaves his hand there for a moment; savouring the feeling of a little thirteen-year old girl under his total control. Slowly he moves his hands over her; his fingers are rising and falling with each contour of her skeleton. Again, he finds her pointy nipples and squeezes harder than before, nearly ripping them off. Mae’s eyes shoot open, as a scream rips through her head; though, she cannot make a sound.

He looks at her with passive, though ferocious eyes, grimaces, and rips the crop-top from her body to expose her bare flat-chest to the whole school, then he reaches down to get a hold of her long dress and rides it up to her thighs so the boys holding her legs can see her panties. They race to be the first to touch her, pushing the legs wide in the struggle, reaching her crotch at the same time. Ripping at her panties, they pull it upwards, cutting into her snatch before it breaks on her clit, tearing on her bud. Bucking and fighting to stop them, she kicks her legs out in every direction. The little body bucks and heaves in every direction, she aches her back and slams her own body against the floor; as though, it would actually help her situation. She tries till it nearly breaks her, but the boys are already between her legs; they need only to hold her open and she cannot hurt them. They poke at her twitching cunt, and laugh when they see the string.

“Hey Mr E!” one of the boys says.
“What?” Mr Evans replies gruffly.
“This whore is on the rag!”
“No shit?” he looks at Mr M, Who just shrugs with a smile. “Looks like this one ain’t for eating, sorry boys. I know I promised her snatch to your tastes, but I’ll tell you what; you can take her cherry. I was hoping to keep it for myself. But I did make a promise; I hope you don’t mind the alternative.”

He nods at the boys, and they fight for the right. Of the two, Mike is easily the biggest, and he wins the struggle. Tony, the star striker, concedes, but says that he wants her ass cherry. Mr Evans agrees, and resigns himself to fucking her face first, “No small honour” he thinks to himself. Mae can only look on in terror, and she tries desperately to kick out; her little body is just no contest against the fat P.E teacher and three senior boys, who quickly pull-off her dress and panties; flinging them into the crowd, to leave Mae as naked as the day she was born.

Mike runs his hand up and down her thigh; slowly, enjoying the tension, even Mae has stopped thrashing not knowing what to expect. This is his cue; not caring much for her condition, he gathers the fingers on his right hand into a point and punches between her legs, driving 3 fingers right up inside the squealing-fuck toys’ belly. He pumps his fingers in her, watching the blood gather and lubricate his hand. He can feel the folds; the meat inside, swelling from the abuse; her cunt hole spasms, trying to force him out; making him plunge his fingers deeper. Wedging his shoulders between her thighs, he forces them wider; so that he opens her pussy even more, and buries his fist inside her accommodate it.

Mike still has to fight against Mae’s survival instincts, but not so much now, as she is wearing out. He lifts her knees to her little chest, and pushes them sideways, as wide as her tendons will allow. Admiring her spread snatch, seeing its tight lips parted like this makes him shudder with excitement, especially the thought of deflowering such a cute little thirteen-year old. He drops his pants, and his cock drops out like a lump of steak hanging from his torso. All the boys knew his was the biggest, as they always shower as a team. Though, they had never seen it erect. Even they couldn’t help wincing at the though of Mae’s oncoming pain. This was no high school boy’s cock; it was a freak, 10 inches if not, 12, and at least 4 inches around. Mr Evans rips the gaffer tape from the childs mouth, which actully takes some skin with it, then turns Mae’s head to look at Mike crouched over her; swinging his member like a star batter ready to win the game. She screams; loud and long, shrieking and kicking, tears are thrown from her face all over the floor.

She looks up at him murmuring, “Please don’t, I’m only a little girl, I can’t do this. I’m begging you!”

Her voice is getting louder, “I’m begging… Please stop this. I’m scared… I want to go home.”

More tears, as her bottom lip quivers uncontrollably.

Mike leans down and strokes her sullen face, once so bright and cheerful; it is screwed up and red, swollen in fear and disgust. Mike kisses her, and runs his fingers through her hair. Softly tracing his tongue over her lips, keeping eye contact with her tear stained sockets the whole time; meanwhile, he forces his tongue between her lips to invade her mouth. She is so scared that she doesn’t notice he has raised his hips and started rubbing his cock all over her wet girl-hole. She has almost calmed down; his kissing is the nicest thing that has happened to her in what seems like forever now. He begins to nibble her quivering lip, sucking on it tenderly. She is relaxed enough now, he thinks. He bites her bottom lip hard, wraps his arm behind her neck and over her shoulders; thus, holding her still, he drops his body onto hers. Aiming his rock solid cock at her swollen pink bits, he focuses all his weight behind his knob end and rapes into her; shredding her hymen with a soul shattering snap that echoes up her spine and ricochets inside her head. He impales her with such speed and ferocity that no sooner has she registered the pain of her cunt breaking; there is a dull thump under her belly button and a searing pain jolting across her loins like sheet lightening. The thumping hits her cervix over and over, as he picks up his pace, sawing into her soft girl-hood.

The shock breaks as her body learns a new pain threshold, and she renews her hopeless fight. This time the boys are ready; pulling her legs wider apart, almost splitting her in two, they manage to stop her moving too much. Meanwhile, Mike continues plunging his dick into her once pristine vagina, again, and again he drives into her. Mae’s thin body shudders with each new thrust, inertia tries to push her forward and away from the abuse, but Mike has a solid hold on her shoulders; instead, the shockwaves hit her with the full force of his efforts; buckling her body and twisting her spine. As he continues mashing her insides with his cock-head, she feels the trickles of warm liquid working out of her; she feels it move down past her bum-hole, and pool underneath her. She is aware of little splashes; each time he rams home and her hips are violently slammed to the floor; there is another splash.

Shock has taken over again, her screams are subdued to little squeaks, nothing more than caught breaths forced out of her lungs each time; while, like a jackhammer, he returns into her again. The other boys drop her arms, and they limply fall to the floor with a thud. Her rake thin legs bounce in time with him, poking obscenely in the air, back and forth, back and forth. He looks up and gazes into her dark almond eyes, they glistening with fear; they implore him to let her go, pleading for him to stop; he replies by fucking into her harder. He watches her face crease up under the strain of overwhelming pain, every time he lands another blow on her cervix; then, with every time he slides out; she looks back at him hopefully, as though she thinks he cares. He moves his face in close to her; she lifts her face to meet his; daring to hope. He looks up at his team-mates as if making a hard decision; shrugs and slams his forehead, executing a perfect header, on her sharp little nose. Time slows for Mae, she thought she was getting though to him, now her nose is exploding all over her face; blood lands in her eyes, it gushes down her throat, it runs over her lips and into her slack, gaping mouth.

Time catches up with a whooomp and she is in real time again. She hears the wet slapping of his balls against her bloodied crotch. She can hear her caught breaths echoing in her skull, and the shrill wail of a thirteen year old that just had her nose smashed, nearly into its brain. Her face is on fire, her throat feels as though she has drunk Drano, it is coarse and harsh with all the screaming. More than anything she feels the violent banging inside her body, the shockwaves steamrolling her nerves. She hears him grunt in her ear, as he picks up the pace again. With each fuck-thrust, he buries just over half himself between her quaking legs, already stretching her cavity well beyond its natural capacity. He squeezes her shoulders tighter, clenches his body, and drills his cock head the full 12 inches into the squealing-girls hole. He is almost as shocked as Mae, when he actually feels her cervix snap open, then clench tight around his shaft.

This newfound hole-within-a-hole is finally too much, he brings himself into her with a force that shakes the floor, threatening to crush her hips. With a smile into Mae’s still twisted facade, he spits in her eye and unloads his balls into her most private and special recess; with each thrust of his final invasion he flushes her womb with hot sticky goo. Clenching his balls to be sure he shoots every last dollop into her destroyed womanhood. Each time he blows, Mae can feel him swell and spew inside her, then pump it deeper into her body with each successional push. Every last drop of his vile, bitter cum eats away at her; the warmth of his ejaculate is a searing heat to her wounded guts. Mae violently bangs her head against the floor in a useless attempt to escape this reality, but she knows it’s too late. He slows his pace, idly snaking his dick up inside her, to bask in the feeling of warm blood and cum washing over his cock as it runs out of her, and adds to the puddle beneath her ass.

“What’s this?” he thinks, “is something broken loose inside her?”

Realising it is only her tampon, he flips her over and lifts her ass up in the air; bringing her to her knees, while dragging her face through the mess she just made. She hasn’t the strength to use her arms, so she remains face down against the bloodied floor. She can smell her blood and his cum mixed into a wet sticky mess under her face, as Mike digs his fingers into the doll. He raises his elbow as if starting a lawn mower, and drops it, drilling his clenched fingers like a pile driver into her uterus, he feels a telling pressure release; her cunt has ripped wide open. Mae’s body throws it’s self off the ground, twisting over onto her back again despite all the strength of Mr E. and the boys, and continues the violent thrashing. Her arms flap aimlessly as she writhes on the ground, and her back arches and twists like a grounded fish; all the while, she is still impaled on Mike’s fist.

Only the thinnest veil of skin now separates her ass and cunt. Mike smiles, proud at his work, and easily pushes the rest of his hand inside her. Soon enough he finds what he was looking for; a blood filled tampon, now sticky with his ejaculate. He quickly extracts it with his thumb and forefinger, and dangles it in front of her face. Tony nods, knowing what comes next, and he takes a hold of her face, holds her jaw tight and pulls it open, like a vet giving a worming pill to a cat. Her tongue writhes out of her mouth trying to protect herself from this; a new height in humiliation, but in the end it is no use, as Mike jams his fingers into the back of her mouth, still holding onto the red gift. He lets go, and with the same fingers he stuffs it back, clogging her throat. She can neither cough it up nor swallow it. He leaves it there, and moves to rape her pussy with his fist, while Me E prepares to do the same to her face with his cock.

Mr E. coos in Mae’s ear; explaining, as gently as he can under the circumstances, that he is about to ‘rape her skull’. That is; he elaborates, he is going to ‘force his stinking cock between her bruised lips and ram it down her throat as often and as hard’ as he pleases. She stares at him in mute horror, so he continues; detailing how she will ‘gag uncontrollably as his rod fucks her airway, suffocating her till she convulses’; he then promises to ‘ride her face as she bucks and writhes under his weight until her gag reflex gives up’ and she ‘vomits all over herself’, he slavers the last part into her ear with particular relish. But, he warns, if she so much as tries to close her mouth, or if he feels even the slightest pressure from her teeth; Tony will use his phenomenal kicking skills to remove them. He asks her if she understands everything he has told her. She simply stares at him, still gaping with a bloated tampon wedged in the back of her throat; her instincts are to spit or swallow, but she can do neither. Her body is in control now, and it keeps her mouth open; it wants to cough. More than anything in the world it wants to cough. She heaves and groans; eyes bulging, but her lungs just don’t have the strength after all the useless screaming.

Mr E. stands over her, and with a foot on each side of her slight body, he unzips his trousers and points his dick straight at her. She doesn’t notice; everything is fading. Her face is turning blue, her thin arms and legs try to flail but she is pinned by a fist up her cunt and two boys holding her legs and arms. Mr E. groans and releases a torrent of acrid yellow urine at her tonsils. It splashes in the back of her mouth, quickly mixing with the blood, it foams up, pink, out of her mouth and over her lips. He fires the piss into her eyes, which burns under her eyelids like nettles. He pisses all over her face, and he pisses all over her twitching little body, the gushing sound is clearly audible in the silent hall. After a minute of this water torture, she is almost dead. Her eyes turn up and she accepts the inevitable, thankful that it is at last over, and her body drops still.

Mr E. shakes the last drop out of his cockhead and looks at her, disappointed. Kneeling down next to her, he grasps her face with both hands and forces her mouth shut, and squeezes her neck from the chin down knowing this will open her windpipe, by pumping the yellow waste straight into her tummy, and force the blockage with it. Her throat bulges grotesquely as the mixture moves down her trachea. The lump of filth finally reaches her oesophageal sphincter, and one last squeeze of her neck breaks the dam, filling her stomach with piss, blood, and cum. Mr E. drops her head, it bangs on the floor and her eyes flutter open. Like a deep diver returning to the surface; she suddenly sits up with a rasping breath; coughing uncontrollably, spitting and slobbering all over her-self. She is alive, she tells herself.

“What miracle could have saved me from certain death?” she asks herself.

Her joy is short lived, when she sees Mr E. is still standing over her.

With his dick in hand, Mr E. points at her, as if to remind her of his words earlier. He leans down, grasps her face and pulls the child onto her knees. The nearby boys rearrange themselves to watch as Mr E. teaches this skinny bag of bones that he has never broken a promise yet; true to his word, it is not long before the child is suffering amidst the throes of an asphyxiation seizure on stage; her abused body does the St Vitus pole-dance, while singing the chorus from Mr E’s favourite musical, ‘My throat couldn’t be more full of cock if I were being face fucked by an elephant’. As the little cunts face shudders violently around his cock, Mr E. buries his fingers in her long black hair and pummels her forehead into his fat, hairy belly, regularly holding her tight against himself; Mr E. grinds down her throats defences. Her red eyes clench as she tries to halt the inevitable, but the torture of a fat old mans penis in her tender preteen neck is too much for her body to handle. Soon enough, she is heaving violently, her neck bulges once more and creamy pink slime bubbles out of her nose. Her cheeks blow out and more vomit squeeze’s out from around Mr E’s dick, staining her flat chest with red streaks, brown chunks and cum. She heaves again; another wave of stomach effluent boils out of her mouth, Mr E. cackles like a schoolboy as he tries fervently to fuck it all back into her head, her cheeks, neck and eyes bulge in and out every time Mr E. enters, he cannot stop cackling at this sight. Her face continues like this goes on for 3 or 4 more eruptions, until finally the last sticky trickles of her bile dangle from her chin, and a puddle of thick, stinking retch has settled between her legs.

Now that she is properly lubricated, Mr E. makes his final attack. In her fevered nightmare she barely notices this new incursion, he just flops her head back and forth onto him like a sodden raggedy Anne, savouring the wet sensation of a tiny throat soaked full of fuck-juice, until he unloads his own contribution to the soup. Vectors of thick ropey seed paint a pearlescent varnish of rapists-jism inside her face; throb after throb, his balls lay more cum in her. Then, when he has no more seed, he pushes her face up so that the bitter-wad rolls down her neck into her chest. She gulps, falls to her hands and hears a sickening wet thump as her tiny frame is hurled back. Her head hits the wall first, almost cracking her skull. Again she is lost in the white noise oblivion of unbearable pain. Tony steps back, and looks at his bloodied boot.

“That fucking whore” he curses, “look what that bitches’ face did to my game boots! That fucking stupid cunt, I’ll teach her to stain my shoes.”

As Al licks away inside Loli’s mouth, a hand slowly steals up under her skirt. She stands petrified; between Al, sticking his tongue in her mouth, and another boy creeping under her skirt.

“It couldn’t get any worse than this, ever!!!” she tells herself.

Al is looking straight into her eyes, as he bites down on her tongue. Watching her wince makes him bite her even harder, her tears make him horny. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out, pulls her closer to him, pressing is stiffening dick against her soft belly. She makes to pull away, but is instantly reminded of the person running his hands over her talcum-powdered thighs. The hands are soft and prowl over every inch of flesh under her dress; massaging her legs, while prying them apart. He softly pushes the back of her knees, this buckles her legs; splaying her knees sideways, and she can do nothing to bring them back together. One of his hands darts up to touch her expensive little panties, she gasps, but with Al’s tongue still fucking her mouth no one even notices.

All that that exists to Loli right now are; her little preteen body, held painfully against these mean boys, Al’s mouth slobbering all over her little braces, and the hands under her pleated skirt, which; she realises, have begun rubbing her little slit with two fingers. This is like a bolt of lightening to the child, of all the things that could have happened this is the worst.

“Someone is touching my girl thing!!!” her mind screams.

She renews her struggles as the fingers rub harder; now, kneading her bald-front-bum through her pink panties. Soon enough, she can feel her lips moistening, as her body betrays her.

“No, Please no more” She mumbles into Al’s mouth.

When this does nothing to abate the torture, Loli tries force, but beating her weak little fists against Al’s sides does nothing for her. The terrible hands deftly push her panties to one side, and touch her most private skin. The fingers are cold against outer-lips, but quickly draw warmth as they dip into her well and begin to carefully work her juice out, lubricating her tidy little folds. He slips two fingers inside, and she can feel the stretch. It’s the first time she has ever had anything inside her flower; not even a tampon, so it hurts. She struggles, but Al just squeezes her tighter, stabbing his hard cock against her tender pink belly.

He pulls his mouth off her for a moment to whisper in her ear, “You are such a pretty little girl, aren’t you? You’re going to love what’s coming next.”

She screws up her face, takes a deep breath; ready to hurl a barrage of insults at him. Before she even has a chance, he has spit into the back of her mouth. She gags on his lumpy sputum; coughs, loud and hard, then looks at him with utter distain. He just laughs, looking at the person behind her, who has popped his fingers out of her soggy cock warmer, to rub her rosette. She can feel her own juice being rubbed around her bum hole, lubricating it just enough for him to force a digit in. This time she screams, a blood curdling screech as the finger rapes her thirteen-year-old anus. He doesn’t waste any time exploring her intestines, and regularly dips back into her pussy for more lube, continuing like this until Loli’s asshole is generously buttered with girl-juice. With her bum thusly prepared he now pushes two fingers against her muscle, twisting his wrist to drill them through her clenched ring. His fingers break through, and begin to fuck her preteen bum; roughly pushing in and out, while tears continue to streak her porcelain facade. At this Al begins rubbing himself like a dog against her delicate body.

The second hand is back under her skirt again, so one hand is fingering her ass, while the other tenderly rubs the insides of her glistening honey pot; drawing more moisture out of her. She forgets herself, until another finger is jammed into her ass, and her body stiffens like a board. But she squeezes too hard; she tried to snap those fingers off with her sphincter, but now her ass has cramped up. She can’t move to shake out the cramp, so it gets worse, until the fingers in her ass slip out. She gets half a moment’s respite, before Al slips a hand past her waistband, spreads his fingers to open her, and starts to roughly fondle her bits. He pulls her tighter against him, dips his hips, and positions his cock head between her outer lips, pressing it against the opening of her pink bullseye. He rubs his head up and down, and she realises with utter terror that she is getting wetter by the moment; the blood rushes out of her already-bone-white face.

He internal dialogue spirals into dizzying circles, she cannot fathom what is happening, nor bring herself to consider the future.

“But… He can’t do this… He can’t be thinking what I think he is thinking. “There’s no way he can do it! I’m only a little girl!!!! “Where is Mr M? He will show these boys how to treat a girl. Maybe they have him tied up!! Yes that’s it. I can’t wait… he will break the ropes and bash these boys for disrespecting me like this. “What now..!?”

Something big pushes against her tired bum; having never heard of sodomy before, she has no idea what this means. She is in for a hard lesson. The two hands grapple her ass cheeks and pry them wide apart; the thing is pushed forward to rest firmly against her glistening pink chute. Al has taken a hold of her shoulders; looking into her eyes again, he winks. The other hands are on her hips. She now has two throbbing cocks poised at the entrances of her most sacrosanct canals; they are big, hard, slicked with her juice, and ready to savagely slaughter both of her meaty little cherries at once.

Chapter 6: The Presentation continues

Loli cringes at the dogged panting in her ear and the churlish grunts of the person behind her as he positions himself; hands braced painfully tight on her jutting hips. She can feel his wet knob-end pulsing against her anal rose as it tightly rests against her. He is not trying to bust her, but waiting for the perfect time. Al; meanwhile, continues rubbing himself against her sex as he awaits the signal, idly gliding his purple spearhead up and down between her labium.

Loli’s cries echo around the silent hall, the anticipation is almost palpable.

Between sobs; Loli hears the echo and deathly silence of the great hall, she knows no cares to help her, and begins to bawl. Slowly at fist, then the tears roll a little harder, soon; torrents of salty tears lay a thick network of glistening streaks down her porcelain white face. Drips of it tumble off the tip of her button-nose, and her chin. Her lips tremble, her face grows red, and her ears burn. Her whole body is shaking; visibly quaking in the hands of these two strangers.

Almost imperceptibly; Al nods, an unspoken agreement.

Loli’s world explodes.

As if a bolt from hell itself has raped her, she launches into a blood curdling, inhuman scream. Pain and horror rip through her mind and body as two massive cocks lift her off the ground; simultaneously breaching her sinless pipes; cooperatively lacerating her bald pink cunt and the tight rosette of her asshole. Al had taken vagina; with one thrust irreparably taring her spunk-pot at the top and bottom apex; shredded her hymen, and spattered a small dash innocent blood onto his thigh, in the same instant her ass-hole has been mercilessly scourged by the other rapist. In one fell stroke the man behind Loli has viciously augmented her ring; instantly, and permanently crippling the tightly clenched sphincter muscles; breaking through her rectum as he plunged deep into her bowels.

Her crimson blood freely runs out of her, over their cocks, to drip from their balls. Her skirt sits bunched, useless, around her waist. The combined width has stretched the screaming child’s holes beyond their capacity; her flesh is so taught it nearly cuts into the rapist’s dicks.

So much that they can’t help but yell in unison “Fuck, this whore is tight!”

The boys and men on stage laugh, as Al bitch-slaps Loli hard across her eyes, raining tears and sweat over the floor. This exchange is almost lost on Loli amid her continuing scream, which has degenerated into a guttural growl, punctuated by hoarse inhalations as she gasps to reintroduce oxygen into her feverish brain. The two invaders pound between her legs, quickly falling into a matching pace as they fuck the little girl in time with the teams chanting,

“One, gonna fuck her,” Al drills into her, “Two, gonna fuck her,” Al pulls out as the man behind her thrusts in, “Three, gonna fuck her” Al thumps into her, as her ass is relieved, “…more.”

Al holds still as her ass is pumped again.

“You’re gonna fuck her,” they pull out, “We’re gonna fuck her,” they slam in,
“They’re gonna fuck, the baby whore.”

The rapists take this cue to break synch and recklessly fuck her senseless. Al finally frustrated by her panties rips the blood-stained cotton to the side, leaving them torn and hanging from her bouncing thigh by no more than a seam.

Loli is thrashes and bawls with more desperation than ever, like a fish out of water she is flapping and gasping, helplessly impaled. The crimson tattoos continue to creep out of her bloodied holes, to paint her thighs and legs with a spider’s web of blood; staining the cuffs of her knee-high cotton socks, as her legs swing limply with each thrust.

Still bawling, and hyperventilating; Loli’s cries have become haggard and forced. The terror of the situation is too much for her nerves to handle. While she may wish for the peace of a coma, the adrenaline keeps her awake, it keeps her alert, amplifying the every bump and vein; every fold of skin forcing into her rear; the painful sawing sensation of the two cocks fucking into her guts. She feels it all, like watching her own rape in high definition, every grunt and snicker plays in her mind; exaggerated by her fear. She tries to close her eyes, but her bodies’ natural instinct is to identify the attacker. So she helplessly watches Al, looking down upon her like a rabid dog with a new bone. She feels like a 2-inch kewpie doll, skewered on two 12-inch cocks.

The man behind her draws his cock back; almost all the way out, to leave only the tip plugging her now gaping asshole. Al takes this cue, and burrows his cock deeper into the little girl, forcing himself against her cervix, opening it millimetre by agonizing millimetre, as he grinds into her. Until finally he has pried it open, and lodged his meat firmly inside her inner-chamber. He slowly fucks her like this, delving deep into her guiltless womb. Loli’s head rolls in confusion and horror as this new sensation ricochets through her nervous system. For a moment she whites-out, but the bliss of unconsciousness is fleeting, and the instant later a steam train barrels up into her intestines. The man behind her has driven himself, with all his weight, back through her bleeding ring, ripping her even further. They both feel the violent tearing inside her, but only he enjoys it; prompting a fucking the likes of which her pink asshole has not yet experienced; with reckless abandon the man savagely abuses the child’s rear end, never caring once for the blood or her fearful cries.

Loli’s jolting body hangs limply with every slamming thrust. Each time he crushes into her bowels her breath is forced out as an agonised wheeze; deep semiconscious grunts, expelling out of her pretty little chest. The man simply adores her animal sounds; just hearing the sickening noises choked out of this sweet little girl drives him to frenzy. He intensifies his lunges; pounding her ass for all he is worth, his balls slap a wet staccato rhythm in her blood. Al, following his example, begins to voraciously torture the child’s womb with his cock. The two rapists’ alternate their thrusts; while Al draws his meat back out of her inner portion, the other unerringly invades up through her anus, and as the man retrieves himself from her tunnel, Al compliments with another rabid surge into the young one’s wounded nursery. Over and over her rents’ are taken like this for what seems like an eternity.

The fire inside her has built to a white heat, and they know it. Al hesitates for one moment, before rending again into her womb; he has broken back into sync with the man in her bum. They batter her nether regions as a unit, one rapist in each desultory entrance; stuffing so much inside her that her hips feel the strain. This elicits another beautiful scream, like a battalion of banshees; her agony cuts the air like a cluster bomb of razor blades. Maddened by lust, Al wraps his hand around her throat and squeezes, cutting her scream to a muted gargle. Her eyes bulge and her face quickly turns red, then purple as she is starved for oxygen. Al is clenching around her throat so hard-he can feel the cartilage cracking against his palm; he lifts her and slams her down with a shocking force. He continues lifting and slamming, while she squeaks pitifully; what little air she can inhale is squeezed out on the down thrust.

The man behind her wrenches her head backwards by her strawberry braids; earning a small respite from Al’s grip. He reaches under her with s cupped hand, slides his bloodied cock out of her ripped anus, and catches the torrent of creamy blood that drools out onto his palm. The vile feeling of this liquid running out of her; sends shivers up Loli’s spine. So she is still quivering when Al grabs her chin and pries her jaw open. The man brings his cupped hand up and dumps the mottled juice into her mouth; it hits her tongue, instantly sliding to the back of her throat. She gags and coughs wetly, sending clumps of it down her cheek; lumpy brown, red and white streaks-further disrespect her once flawless facade. The crap hangs in stinking strings off her delicate cheek bones, to drop with soft pitter-patters on her heaving preteen body.

After only this brief moment the taste and facts register in her overworked brain; she tries to scream, but when she opened her throat, the cocktail of shit, blood and cum races down her neck into her lungs. She naturally heaves to vomit it out, but Al clamps her jaw shut and gazes fixedly into her eyes; watching her strain to control this body function; Loli does not have enough strength, the mixture washes into her mouth with surprising force, her cheeks blow-out and her throat bulges. A squirt of bile leaks out of the corners of her mouth, but in the end she has to swallow it again or suffocate.

A knot of bloodied slime dribbles out of her nose.

With the preparations over, the man pulls her backwards by her braids, and holds her body horizontal. Loli opens her eyes, and gasps when she sees the man for the first time, but her gasp becomes just another wet gulping sound as Mr Meyers; quick as lightening, snaps his cock into her heartbroken visage. Al pulls his dick from her cunt, and glides it easily into the hole that Mr M has gouged-out between her ass-cheeks. He holds Loli by her ankles to keep the childish body lateral, suspending her torso in the air whilst pulling her wide open for all and sundry to view. Mr M supports the rest of her weight by gripping her bruised neck, and massaging his dick inside her throat. They spit-roast her like this for a while, painfully buckling and twisting her lithe little body as they fuck her mouth and cunt without remorse, her useless panties fling off her foot, but she could not have noticed.

The slick, sticky sounds of his dick popping in and out of her neck turns Mr M on more and more with each thrust. His balls begin to clench, so he gains some control by diverting his attention; gliding one hand over her chest and delicately untying the little pink bows down the front of her blouse, exposing the, as-yet, untouched pink skin of her midriff and her little pink trainer bra. He viciously rips the little bra off; scratching red lines across her back and begins pinching and twisting her hot-pink buds. Like a little worm on a big hook, she squirms uselessly; crying muted squeals into his groin.

Slowly and sensually massaging the child beneath him makes Mr M just want to stick his dick inside her skull; he wants to fuck her brain for real, to feel the soft grey folds twitch and die around his cock. For now, though, he will be contented with brutalizing her face with his cock. He picks up the pace, and then slams his fist into her breadbasket, inflicting himself deeper into her skull when she gasps. Faster and harder they rape into the child, her body convulsing as it tries to breathe. Al can feel the thundering force of Mr M’s cock pushing her, and so he matches it. The two men are now frantically raping the little preteen princess, forcing her flesh to perform acts that would make the most despotic soddomite to blush.

Her body; unable to hold its fluids any more, leaks relentlessly down her legs and up into her soaked skirt to drip in coagulated strings to the floor below. Her neck is swollen and bruised where Mr M has left a black and blue handprint; it hurts her to even think of moving it, let alone breathing and swallowing. Any semblance of controlled abuse is forgotten as the rapists give into to sheer animal-blood lust; two monsters issuing unspoken challenges to hurt their quarry more and more with every moment. Quite simply, they are slaughtering Loli; a limp 13-year-old doll of flesh and bone.

She had risen briefly, the pressure on her body was just too much to ignore, and her senses came back online just in time to find her nose being ground in the matted hair between Mr M’s balls and his asshole. His thighs squeeze her head; his ass cheeks close around her nose, forcing the sweaty ass smell into her nostrils. Again, she is crushed her between their cocks; her back, viciously bent against its natural angle, is twisted like a soggy pretzel amid their combined bulk. This time, however, they do not withdraw, both men have clenched her, and grind as deep as they can into their respective holes, before flooding the little thing with white-hot semen; waves upon wave jet out of them; glazing her internals with their baby making slime.

As they empty their balls, her eyes rollback into her head, her body seizes up, and she tries to kick out once, twice, but she cannot stop the flooding inside her. These dirty men have filled her perfect little body with evil hot sperms, her mind screams. Al’s heavily salted cream sears Loli’s wounded bowels like a brushfire in her tummy; his continued pumping is douching every inch of her intestines with his sprog; despite this, red-brown lumps have worked their way out of her and hang from her exposed ass in thick stings, occasionally dropping with a splat to the hardwood beneath her. She had just begun to be horrified by Al’s efforts, when Mr M flushed her throat with his own cock-vomit; he rode her face; grinding her nose into his asshole, while pushing the thickened cream into her stomach; filling her little belly. With one horrific gulp after the next, your pretty little thirteen year old daughter must accept this mans cock in her throat, sucking and wheezing for any wisp of oxygen, she battles against his oncoming tide that has washed the inside of her face and neck with his bitter love. She can taste his cum mixing with the metallic taste of her own blood on his cock; she can feel excess cum backing out of her mouth, being pushed over her braces, out past her lips to dribbling down over her cheeks to pool in her eye sockets.

Her face twitches between his thighs, as she tries to shake the stinging slime out of her bloodshot eyes. The child sobs against Mr M’s asshole, what was once an unbearably innocent and pretty little face; is now drenched with bloodied cock cream, ass-slime, and tears; smeared mascara frames her petulant eyes and the sparkling hot-pink lipstick is smudged all around her swollen mouth. Her neat little strawberry blond pig-tails are dishevelled and thick with coagulated effluent. Her scrawny body hangs limp; exhausted by the continuing torture, tight between her two attackers. Her neck is swollen black and blue, as are her ankles, arms, rectum, vagina, and larynx. Her mind is a battlefield of terror and crumbled humours, she begs herself to just die, to lose herself and never find her way back to consciousness ever again, but all she can do is curse herself for being as strong willed as her mother, a curse that will see her witness every last cruelty that is to be inflicted on her, and so she crumbles once more, a sobbing, heaving mass of thirteen-year-old fuck-toy impaled of the business ends of two rabid rapists, who do nothing more than laugh at her muted sobs, and spit green lumps on her still silky untouched torso.

After cumming inside her, Al simply left himself inside Loli’s ass; keeping it sealed tight. With an audible ‘pop’, Mr M unsheathed his cock from her throat, and then wipes it clean on her hair. Loli looks up at him with those perfect jade eyes, imploring him to feel something, anything, for her. Her pitiful tears begin again in earnest; the hot spittle that slaps her face speaks louder than any words. This is complimented by a quick backhanded slap across her cheek, and Mr M tells Al to bring her to the other side of the stage. Al lifts the rag-doll upright; still impaled on him, and hugs the child’s body against his chest, while her head lays-limply on his shoulder. One could mistake his gesture as one of chivalry, that is, until they reach the bloodied mess that used to be Mae’s face. Al then knelt down behind Mae’s head, and very slowly slides Loli’s anus off his shaft; gently enough that her ring gingerly contracts to seal the pink-blood/cum soup behind her sphincter. Mike and Tony take her arms and legs, holding them high in the air, to aim her ass at Mae’s face. Once in place, Al punches Loli hard in the gut, forcing her to disgorge the quickly thickening flux of cum and congealing blood into Mae’s broken mouth and over her face. Loli has snapped to attention, gasping for air after her second winding, she looks down and sees her best friend, barely recognisable for the torn and broken jaw, choking on her creamed and bloody effluent. Loli’s strength leaves her and she drops limply in the boy’s arms; as she fades to black Loli notes four more boys walking towards her with wild eyes and toothy grins.

Meanwhile.

After receiving Tony’s boot, Maes head had had barely hit the floor when he was stepping forward, beckoning three boys to follow.

Mr E, sitting back in his chair has called for his pet, which gingerly steps up onto stage, hands him a smoke, lowers to her knees and places her trembling lips around him; to clean the filth from his softening cock-shaft. The boys have picked up Mae’s limp form by the wrists and ankles, to drag her to the edge of the stage so all the students in the crowd could see what they were to doing to her. After securing her legs wide with the help of some conveniently placed metal rings and some rough rope, Tony jumps off the stage and shows Mae’s new class-mates what her cunt looks like after the so far-brief mauling. The little girls shrieked and cry hysterically at this horrific sight, some try to run for the door but the prefects had already secured the little treats in their chairs; the best these children can do is squeal and turn away.

To emphasise his point, Tony punched his hand inside Mae’s guts, then rips it out just as quickly; spattering the blood all over these girls. Laughing, he turns his attention back to the little Asian fuck-hole. The stage is low enough that Tony simply leans forward and his dick is back inside her ass again. As she had lost almost all elasticity in her sphincter, he puts a hand in her cunt and jacks him self off through the thin wall of skin that remains. At this point the only signs of life left in the girl are the shallow breathing and the choking sounds bubbling out of her shattered mouth. Tony points to Pete, the boy on her left wrist, and nods towards her face; Pete straddles her chest and lifts the bloody opening that was her lower face to meet his eagre dick. Pete carefully eases his dick past the shards of bone, to navigate into her blood-slicked trachea. Briefly, some life sparks back into her, as she begins, once again, to struggle for air. Mae has been reduced to her base animal instincts, it is doubtless that she can even regard what is now happening to her; but all animals need to breath, and this one is no different.

Pete cradles Mae’s skull in his hands, his fingers lace at the back of her skull and he presses himself into her twitching throat. Her blood continues leaking to the floor; torrents of it cascade out of her maw and congeal on her flat chest and her belly. The stick thin legs are cramped in their braces; she twists and buckles, but Tony only jacks himself off inside her even faster, and builds to a groaning crescendo. With each thrust of his fist he is brutally punching her cervix. When he sees the bruising spread out from under her stomach, he whoops in delight, and calls the other boys over to check it out. The wide-eyed audience urges him on, as each thump brutally bulges her black and blue stomach. To compound the torture Tony has taken a hold of her insides, so that each back thrust forces her face to fuck onto Pete’s blood soaked dick. They go at her like this for some time, listening and laughing at the whimpers and groans filtering through the crowd. They made idle jokes, likening Mae to a soft little pinata; wondering what presents she will eventually spill, as they continued to rape the beaten little girl.

Finally Tony tensed and punched his fist right through her cervix, hearing the flesh audibly tare inside her was too much, and he lets out an almighty roar, unloading his white cream into her body. Pete reciprocated and ejaculates a cup of boy-love into her gullet.

No doubt, this is not to be the last soaking of this little girl’s internals, as evidenced by the queue formed behind these two. First in line are the team mates that have not already set their sights to having a go on Loli; before she is too fucked up, then the prefects, followed up by the ‘vultures’: the rest of the lower form boys. Some of these fellows have various invasive holds on the other fuck toys, these girls are already broken, others; the younger ones, still try in vane to pull away.

Inside the crazed mind of this thirteen year old child, as she is bloated with fresh cum, is not a pretty place to be. The little girls’ character, her personality; perhaps her soul, retreats away from the innate sentience of her body. So it is this sentience that must bear the brunt of the facts book-ending her, the knowledge and sensation of each hot splash as it is flung from the sweaty balls of an unknown male, into each end of her lithe trunk. Squirt, after heady squirt makes itself known to her, from the bitter, thick droplets that stick, and hang in a foul web, on the inside of her throat; to the torrential hosing that varnishes her bowels, and dribbles out from around Tony’s pulsing penis. She regrets it all, each time her shattered head rocks forward with Tony, she reels in agony, and she curses Loli; before cursing herself for blaming her friend. Each time Pete pulses with another glob, her brain swells, and her lungs heave to fight for a wisp of oxygen, but he is relentless; determined to milk every last droplet into her, because he knows that once he is finished he will not get another ride; the queue is just too long. The child can hardly fight against this oxygen restriction, and with a shudder it resigns itself to its fate, eventually Pete and Tony grind to a standstill; panting like rapists who have just filled a young child’s ass and stomach with a whole lot of cum, they give each other a high-five, glance at the rest of the new girls and slip out of her; a move that results in no small amount of fluids to leak out of her each end. Mae simply lies still, then twitches and coughs out a lump of congealed blood and semen, which slaps her left and rolls back into her hair. She inhales gratuitously as her airways have cleared, finally, but then she is immediately suffocated by a hot flood of feculence from her best friends arse.

Chapter 7: And on… and on.

Loli’s eyes flutter open; she is lying on her side, forced to witness the queue of boys waiting for Mae’s ass. She is startled by four boys, who take her wrists and ankles, to drag her back to the middle of the stage. She prayed they would be finished by the time she woke up. But her body betrayed her; it had only blinked out, she has not missed a beat of the action.

After having kicked Loli onto her back, Dan and Max, the two fullbacks, each take an arm and a leg, and draw the bitch into quarters. With their already-bloody dicks in hand, Tiny the goal keeper and Dean the mid-fielder, advance on the splayed child. She raises her head, to see Tiny’s purple and red cockhead plunge between her lips. She gasps in shock, inadvertently allowing him into her throat deeper than he had intended.

Dean’s 10-inch member homed in on her colon, ripped into her bruised asshole and begun hammering away inside the little girl. This new explosion of pain forced her breath out; as if trying to push Tiny away. Such abject rudeness on her part makes Tiny more than a little bit angry. The 110Kg Goalie raises his hand slowly and dramatically allowing Loli a chance to look up. Then, quick as greased lightening, her face is snapped down; a sharp but short lived yelp bounces off the hall’s ceiling and walls.

Time stands still; Loli’s nose drips blood, in a soft pitter-patter, to the floor.

Her hoarse breathing rasps over every nerve in her swollen throat.

The white glow in her eyes fades back into a vision of scowling madness; Tiny glaring down at the insolent little fuck bag as it looks back with childish bewilderment and innocence.

Loli’s favourite white blouse hangs, blotched and stained, from her wrists as her arms swing limply beneath her. Her tears evidence that her mind and body refuse to accept her place; as it drifts for moments, to the world she used to live in, where Mae and she would skip to school; where she could fantasise about Mr Meyer, and dream about touching his sensitive side, or his bulging muscles, in short; a world that no longer exists. She can play no more childish games, no more ring around the rosy; just this. A twisted parody of human life; innocence debauched, a vision of the perfect child pack-raped and depredated.

Her pink chest heaves as she sobs around Tony’s dick.

Her reverie is short lived, as Max and Dan violently tug on her limbs; splaying the little frame for their team-mates. Dean scrunches her slicked skirt in his fist and jerks her waist up to introduce his eagre fuck-pole deeper into her. With this grasp he rocks her ass backwards and forwards onto himself, in an even but determined meter; the sickly, wet sounds of Dean’s scrotum slapping against her bloodied, cum-soaked ass, plays a sombre ambiance. The two fullbacks pass the time by taking turns to spit on her nubbins, so the little mounds are quickly streaked with white spittle. Dan makes a sick rasping sound and then grins as his thick green spit slaps her puffy nipple.

“Bullseye,” he grins over her.

However, Max is not a gracious loser, he repeatedly wrenches angrily on her leg; a loud wet thud finally announcing the femurs dislocation from its socket. Loli’s eyes bulge and her mouth gapes, the child simply roars; a battle hardened, gravel-road rash of a roar that snarls out around Tiny’s dick as he continues to abuse the bloodied throat. The violent gurgling around his shaft sends bolts of electricity through his dick, zapping his brain. He laces his fingers behind our heroine’s skull, crushes her face against his pubic-bone, and brutally crushes his manhood into her slobbering inlet. Still; she struggles, with nothing more than hopeless shudders, as her mighty efforts will not purchase any more than that. The convulsions though, are too much for Tiny, who has wrapped her strawberry plaits around his fists; he ruthlessly grinds himself inside her neck. Occasionally tightening his grip, to rip her head back with a sucking pop, and then punch back into her. As he does this; long strings of slime trail out and delicately lace themselves across her freckled facade, then; when he quickly slams it back home, a wetted gulp, and slimy bubbles pop from between her stretched lips and his weapon.

Grinding back inside her again, Tiny simply cannot believe this feeling; being so deep inside a preteens larynx, that the little broken rings of cartilage tickle his knob end when he twists her skull. Soon, though, she is convulsing for breath again, so he angrily rips out of her; this time drawing thicker strands; bloodied, milky-pink stomach bile, which he takes special care to let roll into her eye sockets. The searing in her eye-sockets makes her kick out in defence.

They all laugh when she realises the error of her efforts. Max punctuates the error; letting her dislocated limb drop awkwardly to the floor. The unimaginable agony of this simple act, rocks the little girl to her core; unable to escape the terror, her soft pink lips simply curl back over the silver wires spanning her teeth and she unleashes a new blood curdling wail, stopping everyone in their tracks; the teachers, the prefects, the little sluts sucking their prospective boys; all stop to focus on Loli, spread eagled with one leg dangling unnaturally out to the side. Everyone gawps except Tiny, who at the sight of the little girls braces, grunts, roars and snarls at her while grasping at her skin; possessed by the desire to ruin something beautiful, he pumps into her skull mid-wail and mutes her to a stuttered gurgle. Again and again, he pumps her head, each thrust forces muffled gulps to pulse out of her neck, driving him to invade the thirteen year olds trachea harder and faster. Pinkish brown slime rolls over her upturned face; further-smearing her makeup into blackened smudges around her wincing eye sockets. With one hand Tiny pulls her head firmly between his thighs; mashing her button nose up against his hairy asshole. Again, he twists her head slowly, so as to feel her swollen and bruised throat around his cock, while his free hand holds her between the nape and her collar bone. Like this, he squeezes and shakes her neck, jacking himself off with throat as he cuts off the blood supply to her brain. The child’s pink lips quickly turn blue, her jade eyes roll back and Tiny unleashes his seed into your near comatose baby daughter, wave upon wave of his stinking semen splashes down her neck and pumps into her boiling stomach. Tiny groans as he shakes the girls head around his cock, as his balls contract up off her face to push more of his sticky sperm into her twitching body.

After the final strings of baby juice dribble out of him, he slowly and deliberately slides out until his knob rests against her gag reflex; he rubs his knob lightly against it before raping his full length back into her; returning her face to his ass. Right on cue, her chest heaves, her stomach knots and then pulses as her whole body contracts around his cock and a torrent of blood and cum soaked vomit flushes out of her mouth and nose. It splashes over her chin splattering over her flat chest; it washes her face and soaks into her hair, imbuing chunks of her breakfast in her fringe, and dyes more stains into her already filthy blouse. Even Tiny can not escape the splashback (which does not please him one bit); he releases his grip on her and punches her in the centre of her soft chest, winding the little girl to a gasping stupor. Loli groans around him as the blood trickles back into her brain, she forces her eyes open despite the caked-in bile and starts to cry again, great heaving sobs of despair rack her tiny frame as Tiny shrinks out from her larynx.

The regular throbbing continues as Deans cock continues sawing into her raw asshole.

Tiny has not finished yet.

After wiping himself clean with one of her plaits, he asks the little girl, “Hey sweetness, are you ok? I hope we didn’t hurt you.” “Why are you doing this?” she whimpers back to him. “Because you are so cute we can’t help wanting to make love with you.” “You call this love?!” she squeaks
“Yes, we love doing this.” He grins at her, before relaxing his bladder. “Nnngh… Ooo” she gurgles, as a steaming torrent of piss begins bubbling out of her mouth.

He withdraws, and flexes his bladder muscles hard enough that the acrid yellow fluid stings as it hits her tongue and quickly foams up and out over her cheeks. She snaps her mouth shut hoping to avoid this new humiliation, but in response, he simply aims into her nostril and fills her sinuses with the foul acid; stinking and hot, it crashes up the unprotected vent, filing her facial cavities so she can feel the scorching behind her eyes and forehead. At once; her burnt sinuses can hold no more and the torrent is flushed, unobstructed, past the soft palate and down the back of her throat, into her stomach; to mingle with the rest of the foulness that the child has been forced to ingest. It does not take much of this till she is gagging, and coughing lumpy, pink and yellow mottled-bile over her own face; as she has not the strength enough to eject it with any distance. Tiny stuffs his duct back into her opened mouth and jets the last strains of his hot piss directly into her stomach.

“No more!” she groans around him, “please!!!” she bawls into Tiny’s crotch.

Tiny simply raises his hand, and with a disarming smile lays the back of his hand across her face. The white noise crashes into her mind again.

Loli’s attention fades back with the rhythmic pounding in her rear; her face, dropped back to the floor; is dragging back and forth in the puddle of her own slime. She is facing towards her best friend again, and the line of boys queuing up to have their fun. She wants to yell out, but the pain in her razed throat is too severe, even breathing is too much, so she forces herself to watch, hoping for a sign of life.

Dean; having disregarded her skirt, has stuck four fingers into Loli’s’ cunt and taken a firm hand-hold inside her pelvis, to guide the debilitated arse-hole onto his cock. Loli senses her gut bloating, and clenches her lower muscles, despite the pain, to push whatever is inside her out. Her sign of life is rewarded by Dean; who immediately wrenches the rest of his hand into the wound between her legs and seeks out his steely rape-stick through the thin veil of skin between her rectum and vagina. Of course; this should only have been a matter of pushing his opened palm down and grasping the first thing he finds that does not belong inside the anus of a thirteen year old girl; however, Dean is doing his best to hold off infecting her with his cum as long as his cock can withstand. So, in reaching inside her he has proceeded to take hold of any soft protrusion he can find, then torturing it till he feels like moving to the next piece. Her cervix is the obvious first target of his unsympathetic clutch; it is big, soft and obvious to his fingers; which quickly wrap around and strangle the swollen-nub with unwarranted hatred.

Loli’s body jolts violently off the ground and falls with the loud thud that could only be a child’s head dropping onto hardwood. Her swollen and bloodshot eyes throw white hot bolts of loathing at Dean, while her bleeding throat gargles hysterically, spattering blood on her chin and cheeks. The stud can only think to pull on her cervix and bury himself back into her rear; which he does with aplomb, stretching the little thing till it almost pulls out past her labia. He holds it like a vice and repeatedly rips on it, not entering her with the force he would have by gripping her non-existent hips, but the agony flowing out of the tortured little girl is more than compensation for him. Again and again he tugs the black and blue pink-bit from its roots, her lithe frame jolting in horror with every motion until her eyes roll back to hide her soul from his maniacal gaze.

He releases the now throbbing handful of vagina and hunts for a new submission-hold to subject her to. To his dismay, he can only find his see-sawing cock, and the mucosal folds inside her fuck-tract which he claws at for a time, but he wants more, much, much more. He rests himself in her ass while he prepares Loli, first whipping his fist out of her, warranting a flutter of comprehension from the angelic; albeit, fuck-soaked visage. Then, flicking a web of slimy strings from his fingers to her face. Her eyes flick drowsily as she turns her view to look up at Dean, he smiles lovingly into her eyes, she has to double take this; she thinks she can see genuine care there; of course the pounding 10 inch cock sawing her bleeding arse ring open, suggests otherwise.

As the steam train in her arse chugs back to life again, Loli drops her face to its side; she cannot bear to look at what Dean is about to do; experience has told her to expect something “not nice”. With her cheek settled back into the puddle on the floor, Loli watches Mae. Mae, on the other hand, cannot watch a thing, as her eye sockets have since congealed; solid with blood, cum and Loli’s’ faecal matter. So her rake thin friend just lays there twitching, while a rotating queue of horny school boys unload their sticky goop into her lacerated schism.

Loli is distracted by a creeping whistle, like a steam kettle, slowly; almost imperceptibly, growing louder. White noise is banking up all around her, surrounding her on all sides, grown from a whistle to air brakes on a lorry; until, soon she feels like a steam train is setting down inside her skull. She cannot hear her own thoughts; nor see in front of her for the blinding intensity of this screaming wave enveloping her. Eventually though, like hitting the ground from a 100 meter freefall; the wave breaks on her and she knows what the sound is, she can feel fresh blood, as the lesions in her gullet have cracked open; her gasping for breath and the excruciating hellfire in her gut tell an all to familiar story. A new torment, horror, humiliation, she knows what to expect; an avalanche of endorphins like the one she just had does not come cheap; nor does it last long. Before she can crack her own skull against the floor; she is seized by the full agony of Deans fingers plying her cervix open again, with each digit that is twisted and forced through the tiniest of the girls apertures, she feels as though her body is sawn apart by a rough hewn log. He can squeeze two fingers in there now, savouring the tacit tearing around his fingers; her vaginas structural integrity is in his hands, and he has no qualms at systematically ruining it. He hooks the two fingers already in her oven for grip and forcefully works the hole; tearing it enough to give his four fingers a hold, and squeezes; like a game show buzzer, he just need to press the right button and the child jumps, dances and coughs blood for his amusement. Too much amusement it seems, in all his amusement he has forgotten about his pummelling of her rear. The realisation is enough for him to forget his games and ride the preteen missy all the way home.

She knows his every movement, every wriggle of the four fingers in her womb, bracing the tiny frame that, she faintly remembers, once belonged to her. He wages war on her bowels with an over engorged cock, voraciously rubbing himself through the thinning membrane of her uterus as it swells in response. Pound after bruising pound bashes her limp skull against the floor, her sobs shudder in her throat, too weak to make themselves known. She retreats back into her mind, with eyes fixed in the distance, and her ass fixed on Deans Fuckstick. He picks up his pace for the run home, literally splashing her juice high up onto his abdomen with each push, it streaks red down his heaving body. The slapping of him against her-echoes around the halls, her squeals follow suit when he wraps the fingers inside her around his cock, lunges forward burying himself to the hilt and jerks wave after wave of cum into her.

The feel of his filth flowing into her, curls her toes, and the force on her body jerks her legs back, so her little baby doll shoes are flicked across the stage, coming to rest with a weak clatter; leaving her slime soaked socks sitting tight around her knees, remaining otherwise oblivious to her torment. Dean doesn’t even notice; as he is too busy laying the latest coat of lacquer onto her already heavily glazed insides. With a last indignant push, his balls squeeze their final drops, to pool with the rest. With the salted soup lazily seeping out of her, Dean slowly slides back and giggles at the bleeding, gaping and bruised passage facing him. He shakes a hanging string onto her buttock and kicks her over onto her side; she instinctively curls into a foetal position and cries. Her shuddering body is nothing more than a living, breathing, dripping and crying vagina. Unfortunately; it is all much too real for the cunt in question, but, she cannot let go, she cannot stop fighting; it is her pride, her arrogance, her mother’s sense of self worth ensuring your daughter will stomach every last humiliation that this day brings to her.