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Brothers' Blessing
by Serum114 (serumstories@gmail.com)
***
Fear started growing in her. It started out weak, like
the faint tickle in your throat at the onset of a cold,
but quickly became overwhelming. (MMg, nc, rp, ped,
extreme-v, oral, anal, tor, sn)
***
Josie Marquis sat in the back of the classroom squinting
intently at the chalkboard. For the third time, her
teacher was explaining prime factorization to the large
group of sixth graders. Josie gave up and set her two
inch nub of a pencil down. She never needed anything
explained twice. The 11 year old girl allowed her mind
to wander.
Her eyes drifted to the front of the class where her
crush, Joel Newman, sat. She watched as Joel poked the
neck of the girl sitting in front of him with the eraser
end of his mechanical pencil. The girl slapped the
pencil away playfully, trying to avoid the gaze of the
teacher. Josie was very shy and had no real friends. She
wasn't really bullied. She was more or less left alone,
made to feel invisible.
Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom. "If your last
name starts with an 'M', an 'N', or an 'O', please come
to the gymnasium to have your picture taken." The
teacher halted her lesson as Josie and four other
students packed their bags to leave the class. The four
headed toward the gym. Josie walked behind the other
three as they joked and talked with each other. Josie
was not an ugly girl, nor was she particularly pretty.
She was five feet tall, a scrawny 85 pounds, and the
quintessential preteen plain Jane.
Her only unique feature was one that she liked to keep
hidden. Her two front teeth were slightly separated and
bucked. She wouldn't have used the word slightly,
however. To her, her mouth looked like something you'd
see on a racist World War II, "How to Spot a Jap"
propaganda poster. Her shoulder length black hair hung
straight and was unadorned with any of the accoutrements
common for girls her age to wear. While her classmates
started experimenting with make-up, her pale face
retained its natural shade.
In the gym, Josie walked to the end of the line and
stood behind Joel. She wanted to say something to him,
but the thought put her stomach in knots. He doesn't
even know who I am, she thought to herself as she stared
at the floor. She just stood behind him, listening to
his conversation. She swayed melancholically as her wait
continued to shorten. Finally she approached the small
fold-up table. A slightly chubby, dark haired woman of
about 30 years sat behind the desk.
"Do you have your order forms, sweetie?" The woman
asked. Three weeks prior all the students had been given
an order form. Their parents were to decide how many
8x10, 4x7, or wallet sized prints they wanted of their
precious children. Josie had placed the order form on
her kitchen table before she went to bed and found it in
the garbage the next morning. Her mother worked the 2pm
to 11pm shift at a seedy strip club near the airport. So
they rarely saw each other during the week. Her mother
made enough money to pay all her bills, but every extra
dime went straight into her arm. She had never met her
father.
"No," Josie quickly thought of a lie, "my mom is a
photographer. She likes to take all my pictures
herself." The woman smiled sweetly.
"So this is just for the yearbook?" Josie nodded. The
woman handed the girl a small piece of paper. "Could you
fill this out please, sweetie?" Josie wrote down her
name, address, telephone number, and Email address. The
photographer walked up to the table and spoke to the
woman.
"I'm going to have to run out to the van. There's
something wrong with the camera. Give me five minutes."
The photographer was a tall, handsome, stubble faced man
of about 35 years. His head was shaved bald and light
gleamed on its surface. "Excuse me, little miss." The
man said as he squeezed by Josie, resting his large,
strong hand on Josie's small shoulder. Josie set her
book bag and the math book she had been clenching on the
corner of the table. She stood silently as she waited
for the man to return.
"I like your bag, sweetie. Where'd you get it?" Josie
looked up at the woman and then glanced at her bag. It
was a SpongeBob backpack that she had been given for
Christmas three years ago. When she first took it to
school for the first time, everyone loved it. But now,
three years later, she had outgrown it. In the sixth
grade, students weren't supposed to like children's
cartoons. The bag was just another thing for Josie to be
self conscious about.
"Thank you. I got it for Christmas. I don't know where
my mom got it."
"My husband and I love watching that show. It's really
funny." Josie smiled awkwardly, unsure what to say. The
woman continued. "Have you seen the episode where
SpongeBob and Patrick sell chocolate bars door to door?
My husband and I just saw it last night. Did you see
it?" Josie smiled.
"I saw it. It's one of my favorites." Josie
uncharacteristically opened up to the woman. "My
favorite is the one where they have a snowball fight."
Josie spoke softly, forcing the woman to lean forward,
displaying her ample cleavage.
"That's one of my favorites too." The two discussed
SpongeBob for a few more minutes until the photographer
returned.
"I'm sorry about the wait, young lady." The man said to
Josie as he readied the camera.
"That's okay." Josie said politely.
"Me and Miss," the woman glanced at the card, "Marquis
here were just talking about our favorite SpongeBob
episodes."
"Oh really?" The man said as he leaned over and plugged
a cord into a power strip. "We watch that show every
single night. Don't we honey?" The woman nodded at
Josie. "We love it." Josie smiled at the handsome
photographer. He walked to an adjustable stool and
patted the seat. "Come over here and take a seat." Josie
sat down on the wooden seat and the man posed her. "Now
let's see your pretty smile." The man said after
positioning himself behind the camera.
Josie smiled, but didn't show any teeth. "Don't be shy.
I bet you have pretty teeth." Josie smiled a bit wider,
and a bit of enamel peeked through her lips. The lights
flashed and the camera clicked. "I knew it. I knew you
had a pretty smile." The man said to Josie, causing the
girl to blush. Josie stood and walked back to the table.
The woman was looking at an old math test that Josie had
stuffed into her book.
"Wow!" The woman said as she scanned the page. "Perfect
score." She turned the paper toward Josie and the
photographer. A large red '100' was on the upper right
corner.
"So you're pretty AND smart. The boys must really love
you." The man said smiling sweetly at the embarrassed
girl.
"No, not really." Josie said as her face reddened
further.
"That's a shame." The woman said. "You're just too
mature for them."
As Josie was walking back to class, she felt happier
than she had in a long time. She had never been called
pretty before, especially not by someone as handsome as
that photographer. Her mind drifted to the man for the
rest of the school day.
A week later, as Josie approached her apartment, she saw
a small brown box leaning against the door. She picked
it up and was excited to see it had her name on it. She
hurried inside and tore open the box. Inside was a
picture of her in a SpongeBob frame. There was a simple
note included. It read, "We thought you might like
this."
It was signed, "Rebecca & Jason Monk."
The lonely girl was overjoyed. Not that she really
wanted a picture of herself, but she was happy to know
that they cared enough to send it. At the end of the
note was an Email address. Josie ran to the computer and
quickly typed a thank you note. She sat at the computer
for an hour and anxiously waited for a reply. Finally
one came.
"You're welcome sweetie. I'm happy to hear that you like
the picture. My husband and I thought that you looked
too pretty in it for you not to have a copy." There was
a post script. "By the way, if you ever want someone to
talk to, feel free to email me. I'd love to hear from
you." A series of smiley face emoticons finished the
email. Josie read it several times. Her heart filled
with joy at the thought of someone actually wanting to
hear from her. Josie wanted to send her another email,
but didn't know what to say. She reluctantly closed the
browser and went to watch television.
Over the next two weeks, Josie corresponded with the
couple nearly every day. They asked her how school was.
They asked her if she had any crushes. Everything that
Josie wished her mother would ask her, the couple did.
For the first time in her life, the 11 year old girl
felt as though someone cared about her.
On a Friday afternoon, not five minutes after she got
home, the phone started ringing. Josie looked at the
caller ID and smiled when she recognized Rebecca's
number. She picked it up gleefully. "Hello?"
"Hi Josie." Rebecca's motherly voice came over the
phone. "How are you doing sweetie?"
"I'm good Rebecca," the woman wouldn't let Josie call
her Mrs. Monk, "how are you?" The woman sighed.
"I'm in a bit of a jam here. Jason and I are doing a
photo shoot for Justice's website. You know the store
right?" Josie knew it very well. Weekly the young girl
would trawl the website fantasizing about going on a
shopping spree, and wishing she was as pretty as the
preteen girls that modeled the fashionable clothes.
"Yeah I know the store. It's my favorite."
"That's perfect. Do you have anything planned? The girl
that was supposed to model the clothes is sick." Josie's
heart started pounding as she anticipated the woman's
next question. "Do you want to step in? You're the first
person that came to mind. Jason and I think you'd make a
perfect model. So, can you?"
"Um…" the girl cleared her throat. Her excitement had
almost instantly turned to fear. I'm not pretty enough
to be a model, she kept repeating to herself. Why would
they want me? "Um... I don't..." Rebecca broke in.
"Is it a question of money? Because the other model was
going to make $500 today. Would that be enough?" Josie's
heart raced even faster. She had never had more than a
few dollars for lunch. She could barely even fathom what
she would do with $500. The stunned girl remained
silent. "Also, you will be able to keep all the clothes
that you model. So, what do you say?" Josie looked down
at her clothes. She was wearing a secondhand purple v-
neck sweater that was one size too large, and last
year's blue jeans that were uncomfortably small. The
thought of several new outfits morphed the girls fear
back into excitement. She remained silent for several
seconds.
"Yes, I want to do it."
"Perfect!" The woman sounded very relieved. "You're
gonna be perfect." Josie wasn't too sure, but the
woman's confidence in her set her mind at ease. "Can you
be ready in 20 minutes? Jason and I will pick you up."
"Yes. I'll be ready." Josie paced around the house
anxiously. She thought about leaving her mother a note
in case she was still out when her mother got off work.
She quickly dismissed the idea as unnecessary. After 10
minutes she stood by her front door peeking out from
between the blinds. Right on schedule, Jason and Rebecca
pulled up. Josie ran out of the apartment, locked the
door behind her, and scampered to the waiting car.
Jessica was climbing out of the passenger side when
Josie reached the car.
"Are you excited sweetie?" The woman opened the back
door and the child jumped in.
"Yeah!" Josie said, flopping onto the seat. The woman
smiled and shut the door. She got back in the car, and
they were off.
"Be sure to put your seat-belt on, sweetie." The man
said. The woman turned around and handed Josie a small
McDonald's bag.
"We thought you might be hungry." The child grabbed the
bag and peeked inside. The savory aroma of a Big Mac and
fries hit her in the face. "There's a shake too." Josie
took the chocolate shake and set it in the cup holder.
"Thank you. Big Macs are my favorite."
"You're welcome, sweetie." The woman smiled back. "Try
to eat quick. We will need to start shooting as soon as
we get back to the studio." Josie nodded and shoved five
french fries into her mouth. The girl went through the
meal like a starved dog. There had about a fourth of her
shake left when she started to feel a bit odd. Her
vision started to narrow, and she suddenly got very
dizzy.
"I don't feel... very good." The child said, barely able
to hold her head up. She saw Rebecca turn to Jason.
"It's working brother."
"I think..." Suddenly, everything went dark and the
child's head flopped forward. The little girl dreamt
deeply and vividly. She, Jason, and Rebecca were walking
down a desolate beach. A violent storm brewed miles out
over the ocean occasionally shooting a streak of
lightning across the darkened sky. The girl walked
between Jason and Rebecca. They each had a tight grip on
one of her hands. The couple spoke to each other, but
Josie couldn't make out what they were saying.
Fear started growing in her. It started out weak, like
the faint tickle in your throat at the onset of a cold,
but quickly became overwhelming. She wanted to get away.
"Let go." She said forcefully trying to pull her hand
from Rebecca's.
The woman just looked at the girl. Her kind smile had
changed into a kind of deranged grimace. Josie
frantically pulled until she was finally free. She ran
down the beach trying to scream, but no noise came out.
After running for several minutes she turned to see
Jason and Rebecca standing five feet behind her. They
continued smiling eerily. Josie turned again. She ran as
fast as she could. An occasional glance over her
shoulder showed the couple still five feet behind her.
Josie stopped and looked over the ocean. She turned and
sprinted into the briny darkness. The further she ran
the more her fear subsided. The water reached her chest
and she started swimming. She stopped and turned around.
In the distance she saw the couple walking hand in hand
with another child. Suddenly, something grabbed her feet
and she was pulled under the water. She sank rapidly as
the world darkened. She slipped into a thoughtless
oblivion.
Josie could hear several muffled voices echoing in her
throbbing head. She tried to move, but her arms and legs
pressed against cold metal. She opened her eyes. About
six inches from her nose were thick iron bars. Her eyes
focused passed the bars and watched fire fueled shadows
dance on the high vaulted ceiling. Josie turned her head
to the right. She saw another girl less than two feet
away, separated by another set of iron bars. The girl's
head was turned away from Josie.
All she could see was the girl's black hair. Josie
looked to the left. Between her and a white stone wall
lay a blonde girl. Drool flowed from her mouth and
pooled on the plywood slab that lay below her. She
struggled to make sense of what was being said. The
distant mumbles slowly cleared into understandable
speech.
"I truly envy them." A female voice said. "To be given
such an honor at such a young age. I wish I had met The
Brothers before my first blood came." Another woman
spoke.
"I just hope these girls are more grateful than the
last." Another voice agreed wordlessly. "I couldn't
believe the insolence of that blonde girl. It was very
kind of The Brothers to bestow the blessing," her voice
angered "even though the bitch was undeserving."
"Don't say that, Margret." A familiar voice broke in.
"She must have been deserving, or The Brothers wouldn't
have granted her the blessing. There is much about their
decisions that we could never understand. All we can do
is honor The Brothers' wishes and place complete trust
in them." There were a few seconds of silence. Josie
clinched her eyes, trying to fight back tears. The
longer they thought she was asleep, the better off she
would be.
"Well, it's nearing nightfall. We should prepare the
girls." The soft footsteps of bare feet approached. Four
shadows grew on the ceiling until a group of three woman
entered into Josie's field of view. The women bent over
and Josie heard a series of clicks. A door at her feet
fell open and, with a whoosh, the kidnapped child was
slid from her metal cage. The three woman stood before
the girls completely nude. Josie's heart sank when she
looked at the woman standing in front of her.
"How are you doing sweetie?" Rebecca asked, smiling at
the girl. Her large milky white breasts were still
winning the battle with gravity. The woman was devoid of
pubic hair, which gave the child a clear view of the
woman's pussy lips. Josie turned her head and scanned
the room.
"Where am I?" She stuttered through tears. "What's going
on?"
"Don't worry sweetie, everything is going to be fine."
With a caring smile, the woman grabbed Josie's hand and
helped her to her feet. The woman wrapped her arms
around Josie and squeezed forcefully. "I'm so excited
for you." Josie turned her head to the left and saw
another woman kneeling in front of a crying child.
The young girl had shoulder length blonde hair and
richly tanned skin. She wore a pink top and blue jeans.
The woman kneeling in front of her was, just like
Rebecca, nude and without pubic hair. She had long,
burnt orange hair that was tied into a ponytail. It hung
over her right shoulder and covered her right breast.
Her face and exposed left shoulder were lightly
freckled. An erect nipple rose from her softball sized
breast. Rebecca released her grip on Josie and kissed
her forehead.
"Please," Josie wiped her red, teary eyes, "what's going
on?" Rebecca placed her hands on Josie's frail
shoulders.
"You've been saved." There was a tearful catch in the
woman's voice. "Tonight, sweetie, you will be reborn.
After you receive The Brothers' blessing, after the
purification, all will be well with your soul."
The woman smiled at Josie as if she expected the scared
little girl to leap for joy. Josie just stared into
Rebecca's brown eyes in stunned, confused silence. The
girl's eyes fell to the floor and looked to her right. A
petite Asian woman had her arms around another girl. The
girl faced Josie, but he eyes where closed tight in a
bellowing sob. She was a very small Chinese girl wearing
a green top and white pants. She couldn't have been more
than 10 years old.
"Don't be scared. This is a blessing. You'll see." The
Chinese woman said quietly.
"I want my mom!" The girl shouted into the woman's bony
shoulder. The Asian woman rubbed the child's back with
her left hand.
"Just wait Emily, once you meet The Brothers, and they
bestow their blessing onto you, you'll forget all about
her." The woman kissed to top of the child's head. The
redheaded woman spoke.
"Sisters, they must be ready by night fall." The other
women nodded.
"They need to be bathed." The Asian woman said,
steadying Emily on her feet. Rebecca looked at the four
and a half foot child. The three women each took a
child's hand turned toward a door on the opposite side
of the room. The three girls looked at each other and
followed the women. A series of paintings adorned a near
wall.
Josie looked at them in horror. Each depicted a young
girl's barbaric, bloody murder. One showed a child with
a sword through her chest. Another showed a very young
girl being disemboweled. The last showed a prepubescent
girl being decapitated by a masked figure. In each
painting, the young victim had a look of complete joy
and happiness.
The three girls were led out of the room, across a
hallway, and into a large marble floored room with an
oversized steaming bath set into the floor. Once inside,
the redheaded woman shut the door. Rebecca walked up to
Josie and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to
pull it up. Without thinking, Josie lifted her arms. The
girl realized what she was doing only after the neck of
the sweater was stretching over her face.
"Wait." Josie interrupted timidly. "Please don't."
Rebecca pulled the shirt over Josie's raised arms.
"We can't wash you with your clothes on." The woman said
smiling and reaching for Josie's waist. Josie stood in a
frightened daze, allowing Rebecca to unbutton her pants.
She turned her head away.
"No! Stop! Please!" The blonde girl said as the
redheaded woman slid the struggling girl's jeans down.
Her shirt had already been removed. Tan lines from a
bikini framed developing, golf ball sized breasts.
"Modesty," the woman said as she pulled down the girl's
panties, "is a vice. Not a virtue." The blonde girl
crossed her hands over a small patch of coarse blonde
pubic hair. Rebecca slid Josie's jeans down and lifted
the girl's trembling, gaunt legs out of them.
"There you go sweetie." Rebecca said as she reached for
the elastic of her panties and slid them down. "Thank
you." The large breasted woman said as Josie stepped out
of the underwear.
"You're welcome." Josie said reflexively. The thin 11
year old had very little pubic hair. What she did have
was very light and downy. Embarrassed and ashamed, Josie
looked away. To her right, the Asian woman was pulling a
pair of iCarly panties from little Emily's feet. The
Chinese girl seemed to be in a daze. She displayed no
sign of sexual development. After each girl was
stripped, they were led by the hand into the large
hexagonal bath. The water burned momentarily, but as she
acclimated, the heat started to sooth her.
"Sit down sweetie." Rebecca said quietly, directing
Josie to a large, circular stone slab a few inched below
the surface in the middle of the pool. The three
children sat with their backs touching, forming a
triangle. The women saturated sponges in the steaming
water. Slowly, the women squeezed the sponges over the
children's heads. The water flowed down Josie's back and
for a moment she forgot where she was. Rebecca gently
took Josie's left arm and lifted it over her head. The
woman kindly and lovingly cleaned under the girl's arms
and down to her waist. "Stand up." Rebecca said with an
almost hypnotic gentleness. Josie obeyed and got to her
feet. Rebecca turned the obedient child around with a
soft touch on the shoulder.
Josie's back was rinsed clean by the sopping sponge.
Lastly, the woman bent the girl over slightly and placed
the sponge between the girl's legs. Josie's mind focused
at the intimate contact. She straightened up and tried
to turn around. "It's okay honey. Don't worry." The
woman placed a sympathetic, reassuring hand on Josie's
hip. Again, the young girl obeyed. The sponge was placed
between the girl's legs and hot cleansing water flowed
around the virgin's developing cleft.
The three freshly baptized children were led from the
bath and toweled off. While their hair was being
brushed, two brown haired girls entered the room. They
looked to be about 16 years old. One was tall and had
shining hair hanging nearly to her waist. The other was
shorter, and had a very pronounced pregnant belly. Her
breasts were swollen, and her areola's were dark and
large.
"The Brothers are ready." The pregnant girl said,
smiling widely. Rebecca ran the comb through Josie's
hair one last time. She smiled like a father giving his
baby daughter away at her wedding. Her voice quivered
slightly and she addressed the three drying children.
"Go with them. The Brothers should not be kept waiting."
She bent and kissed Josie on the top of her head. The
pregnant girl took Josie and Emily's hand, while the
tall one escorted the blonde girl. They were led back
into the hall and passed several closed doors. They
finally reached the end of the hall.
The pregnant girl opened one half of a set of heavy,
wooden double doors. The door opened into a very large,
high ceilinged room. With red, non uniform bricks lining
the walls and wide wood paneled floors, the room had a
rustic look. The far wall was almost entirely window.
Through it Josie saw the crimson sun set on a forest of
evergreens. A fire roared in a large stone fireplace. In
front of it, sat three men in leather chesterfield
chairs.
They drank dark beer and two had short cigar stubs
smoking in their mouths. They were all very well dressed
in black slacks, a suit coat and shirt. There were two
white men, both very tall, and very fit. One had light
blonde hair that was very neatly trimmed and parted on
the side. The other was shaved bald. The third man
looked Latino and was shorter and quite stout. The men
rose as the girls approached. The Latino man swallowed
the last of his beer and spoke.
"Hello, sisters." He said with a kind smile. His eyes
drifted to the Chinese girl's bald crotch. "Are these
beautiful young women here to receive the blessing?"
"Yes brother." The tall girl said. The three children
stood before the men, staring at the ground. "I hope
that they will be satisfactory."
"Oh, I'm sure they will be, sister." The man said as he
reached for Emily's cheek. He caressed the girl's face
with the back of his hand. The three men continued to
eye the children for several seconds. The pregnant girl
spoke.
"We shall leave. I'm sure the girls are anxious to start
the ceremony."
"Thank you, sister." The two older girls turned and left
the room, closing the door behind them. The bald man
followed and locked it. The two other men sat back down.
The blonde man took a long swig of his beer. The bald
man walked back to his chair and slapped Josie on the
ass as he passed. She jumped and the man chuckled.
"Hi, Josie." He said slyly. Josie looked at him again,
and recognized him.
"J...Jason?" He turned and smiled at her with the left
side of his mouth. He sat down and reached into his
jacket pocket. He pulled out three single dose syringes
and handed one to each of the other men. The men
examined the needle with a confused look.
"What the fuck is this?" The blonde man asked.
"It's a little surprise." Jason untucked his shirt from
his pants, removed the cap from the syringe, and
injected himself in the abdomen. He looked at the two
other men. "Remember when I was gone for a few days last
week?" The two other men nodded. "I was meeting with a
Thai chemist." He put the cap back on the empty syringe
and put it on a side table and grabbed his nearly empty
glass of beer. "Remember Susie?" The two men shook their
heads. "You know, that 6 year old blonde girl that big
titted cunt got for us." The blonde man nodded and
laughed.
"I don't know their fucking names, man. But yeah I know
who you're talking about." Jason continued.
"Well, I traded her for 100 doses of that stuff." He
gestured toward the needles the two other men held in
their hands. "It's a variant on a drug that's being
developed for stud bulls and horses." He emptied his
glass. "You give a bull some of this, and he's cumming
five, or six times an hour." The other men looked at the
needle hesitantly.
"You're sure it's safe?" The blonde man asked.
"Yeah. I took the little blonde whore to the chemist's
room, and to be sure he wasn't fucking me over, I made
him inject himself." Jason smiled as he seemed to recall
something. "He fucked that bitch for hours. Eventually,
I took a dose and joined in. I came again and again,
each load as thick and massive as the last." He leaned
back causing the leather to crunch. "The cunt died
sometime during the fourth hour or so. Shit," he
smirked, "was my cock raw the next few days." The two
other men looked at each other. They silently agreed to
take to drug and injected themselves.
"How long until it takes effect?" The Latino man asked.
"I'm already starting to feel it. It's like an ache in
my balls. Like they need to be emptied." He rubbed his
growing cock through his pants. He looked toward the
three panicked girls and smiled. "You didn't believe any
of that Brother bullshit did you?" The children said
nothing. He shook his head.
"Why is every cunt on this planet so fucking stupid." He
gestured toward the door. "Those bitches out there are
our puppets. All it takes is a smile and some bullshit
Deepak Chopra quotes and they would cut their own
fucking hearts out if we asked them to." He stood up and
removed his jacket. "We would never do that of course.
They are really good a scrounging up little virgin
cunt." He unbuttoned his shirt and placed it over his
chair. "It still floors me, even after..." he looked at
the other men, thinking, "eight years, how stupid and
gullible woman can be." He undid his belt and pulled
down his pants. He was now fully erect and bulging in
his jockey shorts.
He pulled them down. His 9.5 inch member was already
gleaming with precum. "Brother's blessing." He said to
himself, smirking. "How fucking stupid can you be." He
looked each girl in the eye, and started toward the
blonde girl. She started to back away, but the man
leaped and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed, and
the man through her to the floor. She landed face first,
breaking her nose. Josie and Emily turned and ran
toward the door.
They tried to force the locked door open but it was
hopeless. They looked behind them. The other men were
pulling down their underwear, already erect and eyeing
the desperate children. Their penis pointed at the
girl's like dowsing rods attracted to fear. Josie looked
left. She grabbed Emily's hand and made for a small
window. Her heart pounded as she tried to force it open.
"It doesn't open honey." One of the men said mockingly.
Frantic, Josie started pounding on the window. After
three punches, she felt a crack and felt a sharp pain in
her hand. For a brief moment she thought she broke the
glass. She looked at her hand and saw her pinkie bent in
the wrong direction. She fell to the floor, covered her
head with her hands and began screaming.
Emily stood with her back against the wall, wide eyed.
Josie felt something brush past her. She peaked out to
see the Latino man force Little Emily to her knees. He
grabbed the base of his penis and smeared it over the
Chinese girl's teary face, further moistening it with
precum. He grabbed chunks of her hair in each hand.
"Lick it!" He shouted. "Fucking lick it!" He slammed her
head against the brick wall just firm enough to daze her
but still keep her conscious. Emily stuck her tongue out
and licked the head like an ice cream cone.
Josie felt a hand from behind reach between her legs and
rub her. "I guess I get the ugly one." The blonde man
said with derision. He continued rubbing her pussy for
several seconds, before he finally knelt behind her. He
reached around and rubbed his fingers into Josie's lips
and nose. "You like how your cunt smells?"
Josie felt slight pressure against her pelvis. In an
instant the pressure change to a nauseating pain as the
man forced himself inside of her. He tore her hymen and
bounced off her sensitive cervix. Josie screamed as her
virginity was torn from her. The pain in her finger
disappeared, retiring like an ageing athlete who knows
they no longer have anything worthwhile to contribute.
The blonde man continued raping Josie for several
minutes, blood being the only lubricant.
Through bleary eyes, the 11 year old looked toward
Emily. The Chinese girl had the tip of the Latino man's
cock in her mouth while he eagerly stroked himself. His
knees started to wobble and he moaned. Emily's eyes
widened and, for ten seconds, jets of semen filled her
tiny mouth. The excess spewed out the sides and ran down
her chin.
The Latino man backed away, stumbling slightly. Emily
fell to her knees, and spit a mouthful of cum onto the
wood floor. She fell and lay with her belly on the
ground. She screamed. The Latino man stepped toward her
and pulled her to her knees. He shouted at her
violently.
"Did I say 'spit it out'!?" Emily covered her face with
her hands. They were swatted away. He forced her face to
the floor. "Slurp it up!" Emily refused, and continued
to scream. He grabbed the little girl by the neck and
forced her lips into the puddle of semen. "I thought you
chink cunts were supposed to be obedient! Suck it up!"
Eventually, after a few painful squeezes of Emily's
throat, faint slurping sounds revealed her obedience.
"That's a good girl." He said as if to a dog. "Swallow
it all." She cried and coughed between slurps. The man
guided her head like the nozzle of a wet dry vacuum.
"Don't forget to lick the floor. Get into the cracks."
Josie closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore.
Josie's rapist quickened his pace until he reached his
first climax. With four more thrusts, he flooded her. He
remained inside her several seconds after the orgasm
passed. He pulled out and a torrent of blood and semen
gurgled from her distended pussy. He crawled toward the
wall. The blonde man sat and leaned against the red
brick, desperately trying to catch his breath. He placed
his hand on Josie's head, which bobbed slightly with
tears.
"Get over here." The blonde man said, pulling Josie by
the arm. "Clean your fucking mess." He forced her head
into his crotch. His penis was softening and covered in
blood. The metallic odor of her blood, mixed with the
bleach like stench of his semen caused Josie to gag. She
clenched her mouth and shook her head like a baby
refusing spinach. The man squeezed the back of her neck
and shouted at her. "Clean your mess, you disgusting
slut!"
She eventually relented and started licking the man's
genitals. She took his soft penis into her mouth and
began to suck it clean. The slime had coated the inside
of her mouth when the man pushed her off of him. He
stood up and looked down at the cowering 11 year old. He
turned and walked toward Jason, who was standing about
20 feet away, looking down at the blonde girl.
She lay face up, motionless. The Latino man walked past,
joining the other men. Emily crawled up close to Josie
and placed her head against her arm, weeping. Josie
watched the men standing around the blonde girl. The
Latino man nudged her with his foot. Josie struggled to
hear their voices over Emily's screams.
"You don't waste any time, man." The blonde man said.
"We have two more." Jason said in an apologetic voice.
"I...I have an idea. Bring them over here." He bent over
and grabbed the blonde girl under her armpits. The two
other men turned back toward Josie and Emily. Josie
started to move, but the pain in her abdomen made that
almost impossible. She covered her head with her arms. A
hand grabbed Josie's left wrist and she was being
dragged across the floor. She heard Emily bark as the
same was done to her.
The two children were dragged toward a dark cherry foot
stool where Jason positioned the blonde girl. Her knees
touched the floor and her ass presented toward the men.
Josie was pulled to her feet. She stared at the girl.
Her arms hung over her head, her palms rested on the
floor. Josie saw deep red marks around the motionless
child's neck. Her head was turned to the right revealing
a gaping mouth and bulging eyes.
Suddenly, Josie couldn't breathe. The realization that
she was going to die hit like a fist to the stomach.
Again, her flight instinct kicked in. She turned and
started to run, but before she made her second step, her
foot caught something and she was falling. Her head
bounced and blackness took her.
When she awoke, she lay on her stomach. Her arms were
behind her back painfully and tightly bound at the
elbows. She tried to move her feet, but it was useless.
She felt cold metal around her ankles. She heard
screaming and forced her neck up. The blonde girl was
still bent over the foot stool. The Latino man was bent
over her, grunting and thrusting into her lifeless
corpse.
Emily was bent over the child in the opposite direction.
The Blonde man thrust into her from behind and forced
the Chinese girl's face down to witness the rape of the
corpse. Between them, Jason stood stroking himself while
watching the entire length of the blonde man's penis
slide in and out of Emily's ass. He glanced up at Josie.
She closed her eyes a moment too late.
"She's awake." Jason said. The other men said nothing
and continued to thrust into their victims. Josie prayed
that she would be left alone. A few moments later she
was flipped onto her back, she screamed as her broken
pinkie pressed into the floor. The bald man knelt over
her and forced her eye open with the thumb and
forefinger of his right hand. The head of his blood
covered penis was only inches from her face. He stroked
himself violently.
"Watch me." He said quietly, showing his teeth. He
groaned and Josie's left eye went cloudy. Then her
right. They started to burn as more gobs of his salty
fluid landed on her eyes. He lost his balance and
pressed on her flat chest for support. His weight
further broke her finger. Josie clinched her eyes and
screamed. She still heard the slapping sound and more
spurts of cum landed on her cheeks, lips and into her
mouth. The man breathed heavily. He exhaled and rose to
his feet. "Fuck. That was a good one." Josie continued
to scream and spit the man's seed from her mouth.
For several minutes she lay there, her pain slowly eased
from excruciating to merely harrowing. Her crying became
a whimper, and her heart pounded at a less rapid pace.
Her mind wandered to what would happen next. She knew
she was going to die. She only wished it would come
quick, like it had for the blonde girl. Josie wished she
had known her name.
Josie heard the men talking, and the rattle of chains.
"Bring her over." One of the men said. Feet approached,
and in seconds she was flung over a shoulder. She heard
a click of a latch and the man carrying her dropped her.
Before she hit the ground, her ankles caught, and she
started swinging. The metal cuffs dug into her skin and
ground against the bones in her ankles. Her hair hung
over her head, two feet off the ground. The Latino man
walked away as Josie continued to swing and spin with
the help of a few nudges from the other men. She opened
her eyes and briefly caught a glimpse of the Latino man
lifting Emily.
Nauseated, Josie clinched her eyes. The men stopped
pushing and her swinging and spinning came to a stop.
Hand gripped her ankles and one of the men spoke.
"Hit her." Josie opened her eyes. She saw Emily's back
as the little girl looked at the group of men. Her knees
wobbled and blood smeared her small ass and the back of
her legs. In her right hand she held what looked like a
black leather squid. The blonde man held another. "Hit
her." He said through his teeth. "Or I hit you." Emily
turned toward Josie and caught her eye for a split
second. The 10 year old continued to shake as she raised
the instrument over her head. She swung. A metal hook on
each of the instruments "tentacles" grazed Josie's
chest. It was less than a half hearted swing.
Josie gritted her teeth through the pain. She opened her
eyes just as the blonde man swung. Emily dropped to her
knees and bellowed. Several of the hooks were still
imbedded in her skin. The blonde man pulled back,
ripping strips of flesh from the girl's smooth back. The
men waited for over a minute as Emily screamed into the
ground. Eventually the Blonde man lifted her by the hair
and faced her toward Josie. "Pick it up and make that
cunt bleed!"
Shaking, the Chinese girl picked up the instrument.
Josie clinched her eyes. She heard the leather rustle, a
grunt, and then felt a pain like she couldn't imagine.
Emily had aimed for Josie's vagina. Three hooks were
lodged in her upper right thigh and another in her puffy
pussy mound. The flogger was pulled away taking flesh
with it. Emily started to swing aimlessly. One blow
caught Josie in the face. A hook caught her left nostril
and split it open. Each blow brought more unbearable
pain. Josie heard laughter as another sheet of blackness
overtook her.
This time she didn't awake naturally. She gasped deeply
and her eyes darted open. A plastic capsule was being
held in front of her face and her nostrils and lungs
burned. She was still hanging upside down. The Blonde
man knelt in front of her. "You need to see this." He
said with a demented smile.
Emily lay unconscious on the floor with her hands tied
into a praying position. Jason walked up with a large
piece of wood, a hammer and an eight inch headless bolt.
One end of the bolt had been ground to a sharp point.
Jason dropped the wood block and the bolt. The Latino
man grabbed Emily's hands and placed them against the
block. "Don't fucking miss." He said as he placed the
point of the bolt against the girl's hands.
"Wait!" The blonde man said, waving the capsule with his
fingers. "Wake her up first. I want to see her face." He
laughed and held the capsule to her nose. She awoke. Her
eyes focused on her hands just as the blonde man swung
the hammer. There was a loud clank of metal on metal,
the sound of Emily's bones being crushed and the sound
of wood splitting. There were no screams. Blood poured
from her hands, but the girl just stared blankly. She
blinked several times and her eyes rolled back in her
head.
Jason placed his foot against the wood and grabbed the
protruding end of the bolt. With a few lateral jostles,
it freed from the wood. The Latino man grabbed Emily
under the arms and held her up. Two chains hung from the
ceiling, side by side. Each end of the bloody bolt was
threaded through the last link in the hanging chains and
nuts were screwed on. The Latino man released Emily. The
girl dangled with the tips of her toes about a foot and
a half off the ground.
Her head hung, pressing her chin into her chest. Blood
streams ran down her outstretched arms, and onto her
chest. One branched into two over her left nipple, like
distributaries of a hellish river. The three men fondled
the hanging child. Jason fingered her asshole and wrote
"SLUT" on her forehead with his bloody finger.
"No one fucked her cunt right?" The Latino asked as he
rubbed the girl's pussy. The other men said they hadn't.
"Good." The molestation continued for several minutes as
the men each achieved another erection. "You better be
watching bitch!" The Latino man shouted at Josie as he
positioned his swollen cock against the only virgin hole
in Emily's body. "If we catch you with your eyes
closed..." He didn't need to continue with his threat.
Josie wouldn't look away. His penis entered Emily's 10
year old pussy with savage abandon.
The slapping sound of wet flesh on flesh and the
clattering of the chains filled Josie's head. The blonde
man walked behind the girl and rubbed his cock up the
crack of her bloody asshole. He entered her as well. The
men's opposing thrusts kept the child steady. Jason kept
an eye on Josie. She didn't want to watch. She would
have given anything just to be able to close her eyes
but the fear of what they would do overwhelmed her. She
stared at a small freckle on Emily's outer thigh as she
tried to forget what was happening.
For 10 minutes she stared as Emily's pussy and asshole
stretched and tore around the heartless men's cocks. The
Blonde man came first. His thrusting stopped abruptly
and he growled. Several ticks shook his body as another
enormous load of semen entered the girl. Moments later,
a similar reaction occurred in the Latino. His eyes
closed as the Chinese child's womb flooded with thick
jets of semen. Both men savored the tightness and warmth
for several seconds before pulling out. Two streams of
pink fluid flowed from the child and splattered on the
floor.
"I need a drink." The blonde man said, exhaling loudly.
The other men grunted in agreement, and left Josie's
field of view. She was afraid to close her eyes.
For twenty minutes Josie stared at Emily as blood
continued to flow from her body. The men spoke behind
her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.
This both comforted and frightened her. Was it better to
know what was going to happen next?
Jason approached. Josie's eyes fixated on a stainless
steel instrument in his right hand. He flexed and
relaxed his hand and Josie saw the head of the pliers
open and close. In his left was another instrument. It
had an orange rubber handle and two rubber lined metal
hooks. In its natural position, the instrument formed an
X-shape. When the handle was squeezed the two hooks came
together. The man smiled down at her, and sat on the
floor. His left hand gripped the back of her neck.
He didn't speak. Josie's eye's closed as the hooks
pressed against her lips. She shook her head and
screamed through clinched lips. The man squeezed her
nose. Josie held her breath for nearly a minute, while
the man waited patiently for the inevitable gasp for
air. She tried to open her lips only a crack, but it was
more than enough. He forced the hooks into her mouth,
and between her left molars.
He released his grip on the spring-loaded instrument and
Josie's mouth was forced to open painfully wide. "There
we go." The bald man said in a mock kind voice. "That
wasn't so bad." He picked up the pliers. "I want to fuck
that pretty little face of yours, and teeth..." he
gripped her upper left incisor, "get in the way." He
pulled down and away.
Josie heard a crack, and then felt the pain. She
screamed. Her tongue flailed in her gaping mouth. The
tooth clicked as it was dropped onto the wood floor. He
extracted her upper right incisor and Josie's pain
spread. After extracting the last upper right molar, he
started on the bottom. In less than five minutes, more
than half of Josie's teeth lay on the floor. The bald
man squeezed the handle of the dental spreader, and
repositioned it in the right side of Josie's mouth. He
released the handle and the hooks pressed firmly into
exposed nerves. For the third time, Josie lost
consciousness.
She awoke lying face down on the floor in a pool of
blood. Her arms and feet still bound. She closed her
eyes and listened. All she heard for several minutes was
labored breathing. She summoned the courage the look
around. She turned her head and spit out a mouthful of
blood. Emily was sitting against the wall, blood covered
her mouth and her eyes bulged. She was breathing very
rapidly and very shallowly.
Her arms were forcefully raised in a V by chained hooks
through her palms. Josie rolled and scooted through
blood and semen toward the girl. When she reached her,
she saw a pile of teeth, some baby and some adult, lying
by her. She nuzzled her bloody face against the child's
thigh yearning for a physical sensation other than pain.
She closed her eyes and prayed that her death would come
soon.
The men returned a half hour later. The large door swung
open and closed. Josie heard the click of a lock. She
heard footsteps and then a laugh. "Look here brothers."
They neared Josie and Emily. "It appears we've got a
couple of fucking dykes." Josie pressed her face against
Emily's thigh.
"Isn't that cute?" Another man said mockingly. "This
bitch is so desperate for cunt she crawled through a
gallon of bloody spunk." Jason lifted Josie by the hair
and kicked Emily's legs apart. He dropped her face into
Emily's bloody crotch. He stepped on the back of her
head.
"There you go, you insatiable little slut! All you can
eat!" Josie's face was smeared into Emily's broken
pussy. The three men laughed as Josie struggled. She
felt hands around her waist and she was lifted to her
knees. The bald man's foot kept Josie's face between the
Chinese child's legs. Her thighs pressed against her
chest. She felt a smack on her upturned, presented ass.
Something slid up and down her blood slicked pussy. Two
hands roughly spread her ass cheeks and, without a hint
a delicacy, she felt a penis fill her ass and balls
slapping against her pussy. The force of the thrust took
her breath away. It was like a bowling ball had been
dropped on her stomach.
The anal rape continued, stretching Josie's anus and
rectum to the point of tearing. The pain hit Josie only
after she managed a breath. She felt as though a bomb
and gone off in her bowels and all of her viscera had
been liquefied. She started to pass out, and she
welcomed it. The Latino man cracked open another capsule
under Josie's nose and she was instantly awake and
seemingly aware of every injury she had endured.
She felt a throbbing in her broken finger, burning in
her genitals, and burning where her nostril had been
sliced open. Her toothless mouth, still slick with
blood, made the young girl welcome her eventual death.
The tortuous rape continued for several minutes.
The Latino man stood in front of Emily and fucked the
child's gummy mouth. The little Chinese girl's head
bounced of the brick wall with each thrust. The blonde
man started smacking Josie's pale, flat ass as his
orgasm approached. After his final thrust, he remained 9
inches inside the girl draining every drop of cum he
could. He spread her cheeks wide and pulled out. The
suction broke with a loud and wet, flatulent pop.
"My god," the blonde man said, staring into the
blackness of her gaping asshole, "it's... full of
stars." He laughed at his joke. The other men didn't.
Josie felt copious amounts of liquid flow out of her,
run over her broken pussy, and drip onto the stained
wood floor. Before she took two more breaths, she felt a
tug on her foot. Her face slid from Emily's pussy and
her nose broke against the floor. The pain didn't
register. She was dragged a few feet, and Jason flipped
her on her back.
In a matter of seconds, the man had a knee on either
side of her head and was forcing her mouth open with his
right hand. With his left, he slid his cock down her
gullet. She spasmed as his head punched her uvula and
slide past her tonsils. Her stomach churned and she
heaved. Some stomach acid rose and stung the tip of
Jason's penis. The burn was more than made up for by the
pulsating esophagus squeezing his cock, as it tried to
empty Josie's stomach. He held his dick in for an
excruciatingly long time.
Josie gurgled and gasped as the bald man pulled his
blood and saliva slicked cock out of her throat. He
allowed her the one breath and reentered her. His
pendulous testicles bounced off her broken and bleeding
nose as he treated her throat like a 5 dollar whore's
blown out pussy. He leaned over her, placing his hands
on her stomach for stability.
Several times Josie reflexively tried to scream as the
man's shaft ground against exposed nerves on her gums.
This also have the effect of further stimulation on her
rapist's penis. He moaned and, after a few more quick
penetrations, Josie felt her esophagus flood. He kept
ejaculating as lack of oxygen took its toll on Josie.
She awoke feeling no pain. A bright light was shining in
her face. She felt warmth and a feeling of peace. "Am I
dead?" She thought, smiling. Her eyes adjusted, and her
heart sank. She saw a girl, bruised and bloody tied to a
wooden table. Her arms and legs stretched apart to the
point it looked like they were about to be ripped from
their sockets. The girl looked her dead in the eyes.
A leather strap around her forehead bound her to the
table. It finally dawned on her that she was looking
into a mirror about 5 feet above her. She waited for the
pain to flood back and overwhelm her mind to the point
of nausea. She waited, but it never came. Eventually,
after several minutes, the three men walked up around
her. Jason to her right, the blonde man to her left, and
the Latino man at her feet. The blonde man took a small
pair of gardening shears and grabbed Josie's right
thumb.
The girl closed her eyes and gritted her gums. She felt
nothing. After a few seconds she opened her eyes. She
looked at her hand through the mirror. Blood spurted out
in rhythmic bursts of red. Josie fought against her
bindings.
"She's ready." The blonde man said and shoved the
severed thumb into Josie's mouth. Jason leaned over and
looked Josie in the eye.
"I'm sure you're wondering what is going on. Why aren't
you feeling any pain?" He placed his elbows on the table
and leaned closer. "We've found find that pain dulls the
mind. When you're in severe pain, all you can think
about is relief. I bet you've wish several times today
that you would just die. Haven't you?"
Josie looked at him, silently agreeing. "My friends and
I don't like to see little girls get their way. See, our
greatest love in life is causing agonizing pain in
worthless pieces of shit like you. That desire has been
sated many times today. Our second greatest love is
seeing those same worthless pieces of shit breathe their
last breaths in abject fear and despair. Relieving your
pain allows that. You're thinking clearly now aren't
you?" She was, and she now realized she didn't want to
die. "Right now you're probably thinking that you don't
want to die. Am I right?" Josie didn't react. The bald
man smiled and ran his hand down her chest. He outlined
her nipple with his finger.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right." He turned and
grabbed two clamps from a table behind him. They hooked
under Josie's eyelids and forced them open. She stared
at her own wide eyed reflection. "Let me show you
something."
Jason reached above Josie's head and turned a screw. The
mirror wobbled loosely. He turned rotated the mirror by
45 degrees, allowing Josie a view to her right. On a
similar wooden slab lay Emily. Or what remained of her.
Her eyes were clamped open. The skin had been flayed
from her arms and legs. They had been severed and lay in
a neat row next to her. Her abdomen had been sliced open
and her entrails spilled out. Her small intestine had
been uncoiled and stretched to her mouth. The mirror
rotated back horizontally.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jason turned around and grabbed a
scalpel from a small table. He reached around Josie's
head and placed the blade on her left temple. The blade
moved, making an arch over her forehead to her right
temple. He placed the blade down. He moved so he was
standing over her head. With both hands he reached under
the flesh and began to pull. With a few hard jerks he
was able to remove much of her scalp, exposing the white
of her skull.
Josie's mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.
Jason sliced the hanging flap of skin off her body and
set it next to her waist. The other men watched,
massaging their swollen cocks. Jason bent down and
reached under the table. He took three large headed iron
hammers and placed them on the table. The two other men
took one. Like old time railroad workers, they took
turns hammering her legs.
After a few minutes, the Latino man unhooked Josie's
ankle bindings. He lifted her right foot, and the leg
moved like an under filled sausage. He folded the leg
over where the knee had been and rested her foot on her
waist. The three men stared into the child's eyes and
stroked themselves. They shouted insults and spat on her
wrecked body.
Jason looked at the other men and nodded. They nodded
back, seeming to agree on something. Jason took the
scalpel again and placed it between and a couple inches
above her nipples. He applied quite a bit of force and
slice downward. He stopped a few inches below her
nipples. He placed the blade down a picked up another
instrument.
It looked very similar in function to the device that
had forced her mouth open. Jason positioned the device
in the incision in her chest and allowed it to expand.
Some skin tore and cracks from her ribs were heard.
Josie stared at something moving in her chest. It
expanded and contracted rapidly and rhythmically. The
men stared at Josie's beating heart and stroked
themselves. Josie knew it would be over soon.
"Move!" The Latino man said as he pushed past the blonde
man. His pace quickened and he aimed his cock. Cum
spurted out in several bursts, the majority landed in
Josie's chest. Jason came next. It was his most powerful
and massive of the day. Every drop of his fertile seed
coated Josie's ever more rapidly beating heart. The
blonde man seemed to be having trouble. For nearly two
minutes, he teetered on the edge of orgasm.
"Do it!" The blonde man said to Jason. The bald man
lifted the scalpel and buried it in Josie's heart. A
spatter of blood shot from Josie's exposed chest as it
took its final beats. At this sight, the blonde man
achieved orgasm and Josie receive The Blessing of death.
END
*Author's Note*
I'd appreciate any comments you have.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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