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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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