The darkness was endless, absolute, distant yet close, and claustrophobic. The pain was there. It was always there. It was everywhere, hitting from all sides and deep inside. It bored to her very soul. Yet she liked it. Not the constant agony, but everything, and the pain was part of that.

Alice laughed. Just for a split second because it hurt her ribs to laugh. She had to be crazy, she thought. "What kind of sick bitch would get off on this?" she spoke silently.

The silence answered her. This was the worst part. So complete, it enveloped her. Every now and then the pipes would clink but those strange quiet distant sounds were few and far between. Alice extended her arm to touch the opposite wall. That was the door. Or at least she thought it was the door. It was disorientating being in a round pipe in absolute darkness. How long had it been? Hours? Days?

It had to be hours, albeit countless hours. Alice laughed again. For all she knew, she had been in here for five minutes, or fifty hours. It felt like days, but Alice doubted it. She had slept twice since Paul had looked in on her but that was an imperfect way to judge time.

The key turned in the lock. The loud crunching sound was a change from the bleak silence. Alice stood up. Despite the pain which shot through her broken ribs, she righted herself, determined not to fall out onto the floor again. A crack of light appeared to her left and within moments it engulfed the pipe. Alice closed her eyes against this new source of pain but turned to face it. She wouldn't talk. Not again. "Alice?" The voice was Becky's.

Relief and disappointment merged, and Alice sighed. She still didn't speak. This could be a trick.

"It's okay," said Becky. "He's not here."

Alice remained silent as she forced herself to open her eyes. Despite the pain from the light, she needed to see, needed to be sure. Becky stood in the doorway, almost filling it. It didn't look like master was there. "I shouldn't speak," said Alice, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't speak."

Alice crouched slightly and took a step forwards. Pain laced through her side again and she put a hand to her ribs. She stepped from the pipe and looked around. He definitely wasn't there. "Can I have a drink please?" she asked.

Becky was frowning. The teenager's face was a mask of concern. "God, yes...sure...anything."

"Thank you," gasped Alice.

Becky took hold of Alice's free arm and positioned herself under her. "Do your tits hurt?" she asked.

Alice looked down at the metal skewers welded into her flesh and nodded. "Yes," she said, "a lot. My ribs hurt the most. I...they...they are broken."

Becky nodded. "God," she breathed. "Come on. I have to get you cleaned up."

"Drink," gasped Alice. "I am so thirsty."

Becky nodded. "Yes, I'll get you a drink first."

Becky started to pull Alice towards the door. The young teen cried out in pain as she was pulled two steps. "Wait," sobbed Alice. "It hurts...everything hurts."

"Oh god, I am so sorry. I didn't think," said Becky. The girl started off again, but slowly. Leading Alice, rather than pulling her.

Alice followed as best she could but her muscles weren't working properly. They had no strength. She followed Becky. She trusted Becky. The doctor's daughter was probably the closest thing she had to a friend now. But, even so, she was a captive too. Or maybe a trustee slave, but she was still more concerned with pleasing Master than with Alice's wellbeing. Alice couldn't blame her. She'd do the same if she were in Becky's position. Still it was hard not to hold some resentment towards the pretty teen.

Alice knew where she was going. She recognised the hallway. They were heading towards the showers. At least there was water in the showers. Alice couldn't remember ever being so thirsty. She needed a drink, anything. She'd welcome the girl's piss right now. Alice was surprised when the girl opened the door opposite the showers. The bathroom. Alice stumbled in after the teen and smiled when she saw the sink. Letting go of Becky's arm, she stumbled to it and, hunched over, pushed her lips around the tap. She fumbled with it for a second before she managed to start the water flowing. The jet of previous liquid filled her mouth and Alice gulped it down as quickly as she could. She knew she shouldn't but couldn't help herself.

Alice could feel Becky's hands running over her body. She felt a little better. The water was good. Alice groaned, and rubbed her body against Becky. The teen's hands moved between her legs and rubbed against Alice's cunt. "Play with me," she moaned. "I am a fuck toy. Fuck me."

As the words left her mouth, a new meaning for them formed in her blurry mind. She *was* a toy, to be played with by a rough and careless boy, put away after playtime, and thrown away when broken. Alice certainly felt broken. Standing up straight, she turned to Becky. The teen held three tablets in her hands. Alice groaned when she saw them. She had no idea what drugs she'd been fed and injected with since she had got there. "Do I have to?" she asked.

Becky nodded. "I will be in deep shit if you pass out on him tonight. He's in a good mood."

"A good mood is bad?" asked Alice.

Becky nodded. "He really hurts you when he is in a good mood. He's been torturing Hanna for most of the day."

Alice lowered her head. Her sisters. They hadn't even crossed her mind since she'd been put in the tube. She felt guilty. "What are they, then?" she asked.

"Stimulants my mother gave him," said Becky. "I don't know what. I know they aren't good for you, but I don't have a choice."

Alice reached out and took the tablets. Placing them in her mouth, she used some more water from the tap to swallow them. She was so tired, but if Master wanted to play with her that night, it would be better if she could stay awake.

When she turned back to Becky, the teen leant forwards. Alice parted her lips and let the teen kiss her. Her tongue felt...weird. It was smooth and lumpy. Alice had seen the scars littering its surface, of course, but feeling them was something different. Becky pulled away and smiled. "Oh god, you are so beautiful," she moaned. "Come on I need to wash you. Master said."

Alice nodded and let herself be led into the shower room.

*****

Paul whistled as he held onto Beth's hand, leading the little girl down the corridor. The child held onto the steak knife with her free hand, staring constantly at the serrated blade. "Now doll face, what are you going to do with that?" asked Paul.

"I have to cut the metal things from Alice's boobs," whispered Beth.

Paul laughed. It was good to hear her say that. "And what happens if she doesn't let you do it?" he asked.

Beth was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. "Then you are going to cut off my f-fingers," she squealed. Tears dripped from the little girl's deep brown eyes.

Paul grinned and stroked the child's black hair. "That's right honey, and after I've done that. I'll push the knife into your bum and cut it open."

Beth let out a high pitched moan. Paul pushed the little girl into the shower room where Alice was propped against the far wall, one hand holding her damaged ribs and the other braced against the wall. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The mixture of pain and ecstasy on the teen's face was something Paul had grown used to during the days he'd owned her body. She liked pain too much. Becky was kneeling in front of the girl, her face buried in her cunt. Considering that she was a permanent slave to Anne, Paul guessed that the teen's tongue would be a good fuck instrument.

Paul leant down to Beth and whispered into the child's ear. "Go tell Alice what you've got to do."

Beth took several steps forward. She opened her mouth and, with as much conviction as the nine-year-old could muster, said "I have to cut the things from your boobs." Beth's voice lost its confidence, trailing quietly away, as Alice's eyes snapped open.

Alice looked at her little sister with an unbelieving, horror-filled expression. The child held the small serrated knife with both hands. She looked between the girl and Paul desperately. Paul could see in her eyes that the stimulants had taken effect. "Tell her why you have to do it," said Paul.

"Because Sir will cut my fingers off if I don't," moaned Beth.

"Oh god," moaned Alice. "You're fucking mad. Stop it, don't make her do it...Beth give me the knife."

Becky scrambled across the floor, trying to get away from Alice. It was the drugs speaking for sure. Paul wondered if Becky had, in fact, slipped Alice one of her 'happy pills'. It didn't matter. It had been a while since Alice had shown any fight. Beth squealed. "No," she screamed, "Sir will cut open my belly if I let go of the knife..." The small girl burst into tears. "PLEASE Alice, let me cut your boobs. I don't want him to cut off my fingers, pleeeeaaaassse!"

"Don't make her," cried Alice. "Ooh god, please stop it."

Paul laughed. "And here was me thinking you might actually care for your sister enough to do it," he said. "Sorry Beth. She had her chance. I'm going to have to cut your fingers off. Because your evil, nasty, bad sister won't let you cut up her filthy tits."

"PLEASE Alice!" cried Beth.

Paul reached into his pocket and took out the small pair of pruning sheers. "Come here, Beth."

"God!" screamed Alice. "No! You can't...she can cut me...god...she can do it."

"Shut up!" shouted Paul. "You had your fucking chance."

Beth looked up at Paul as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Alice threw herself at Paul's feet. Paul cringed as the teen cried out. With her broken ribs, that had to hurt. "Please master, let my sister cut me...please...I'll do anything...don't cut her fingers off," she sobbed.

"It's too late but, considering you asked so nicely," he said, "I'll make you a deal. She is going to lose one finger. Nothing you can say will alter that. You say one word about it and I'll cut all of them off. If you can hold still while she cuts them out, I will only one cut one off. Each time you touch your tits, Beth will lose a finger. Also, if you touch your tits AT ALL, you are dead. I will kill you today."

Alice stared at the man in silence and nodded. "Yes master," she whispered. She didn't have any choice. "Please don't kill me..." breaking off in a series of loud sobs.

"Get up on your knees and put your arms behind your back," said Paul.

"I hate you!" screamed Beth. "I want you to die."

Alice pulled herself up and stared at her sister. Paul could see the disbelief in her eyes. "Oh god, Bethy don't say that," she said.

"It's all your fault. I don't want my fingers cut off," shrieked the child.

Paul laughed. "Sorry Beth, we gave her a choice and she chose that you should have one of your fingers cut off."

"It's not fair...it's her fault," said Beth, glaring at Alice. "Let me cut you, Alice."

Alice sobbed and leant back, pushing out her breasts. The six skewers glinted in the light. With a shaky hand, Beth took hold of one of them and pulled on it. She placed the knife at the top of the breast and cut into it. As the skin tore under the blade, Paul felt his cock growing hard. As if she had read his mind, Becky scrambled across the floor to take his cock into her mouth. Paul groaned as he watched the preteen saw at her sister's breast.

Alice lasted all of ten seconds before her hands came down to grab hold of her bleeding tit. "Alice!" screamed Beth, "you fucking cow!"

"Beth..." sobbed Alice.

"Oh dear," said Paul with a snicker. "It looks like that's two fingers from Beth's dainty little hands...and...oh yes...something about killing you, I recall. Sorry Alice, you had your chance."

In a fit of panic, Alice reached towards the knife. Beth pulled away quickly.

"Hey," said Paul. "You try that again and I'll slice the brat open right here. That is, after I cut her fingers off. Do you want to watch your little sister have her belly split open?"

"Please stop it," cried Alice. "I don't want to die."

"Put your hands up," said Paul.

Alice did as she was told, perhaps with the vague notion there was a chance he might change his mind about killing her. Beth took hold of the skewer and pulled on it. The last shreds of skin resisted for only a second before the metal tore from her. Alice screamed as it was pulled out. Beth took hold of the second one. "Don't move," she told Alice and cut into the flesh.

As the steak knife cut into her breast, Alice screamed again and grabbed onto the tit. "Oh Alice stop it," cried Beth. "Stop it!"

"I can't, Bethy," sobbed Alice.

"STOP IT, YOU BITCH!" screamed Beth.

Paul looked down at Becky. Her eyes were screwed shut, and she sucked desperately on his cock. She was as white as a sheet. "What's up, Rebecca?" he asked. "You just wait until I kill her."

Alice stared at Paul. "Please don't kill me," she whimpered.

"Well, somebody's going to die," said Paul. "I'm in the mood for it. I'll let you choose. If you want Beth to die, try taking the knife again. If YOU want to die, don't."

"Oh god," moaned Alice. "Oh my god, don't kill me."

"Take your hands away," screamed Beth.

Alice moved her hands. Beth, with a small cry, grabbed the skewer and tore the knife through her sister's tit, cutting it out. Alice screamed and pushed her arms backwards, locking her hands together behind her.

Remarkably, though most likely in a desperate attempt to save her sister, Alice didn't move again. She screamed constantly and loudly as the nine year old girl cut away at her tits with the steak knife.

Little Beth looked quite seductive, stood there with her hands and body smeared and speckled with blood. Paul put his hand on Becky's head pulling the teen from his cock. "Okay Beth, you can give me the knife now, honey," he said.

Beth turned her back on Alice and padded over to Paul, handing him the knife. He smiled at her. "You are a good girl," he said. "Too bad I've got to cut your fingers off."

"Oh please Sir, don't," sobbed Beth.

"It's Alice's fault. She shouldn't have moved," said Paul.

Beth turned back to Alice. "I'm glad you're going to die," Beth shouted at the teen.

"Don't say that, Beth," Alice sobbed.

"Its true," cried the child.

"Get up, Alice, quickly," said Paul.

"Why?" sobbed Alice. "You're going to kill me anyway, so what's the point?"

"Let me explain it to you, slut," said Paul. "You do as you are fucking well told. Or little Bethy here gets gutted. It's simple. You die either way. Your choice is whether the little one gets it, too."

Alice sniffed back her tears and climbed to her feet. Paul curled his right hand into a fist and struck the teen in her already broken ribs. Alice collapsed with an ear-piercing scream. "Don't you ever question me again," he shouted. "Get up."

Alice held onto her ribs and cried. Paul kicked the teen in her other side. Alice yelled and rolled over. Slowly she uncurled and pulled herself upright. Her face was a mask of pain. It looked like it was hurting her to breathe. Paul smiled at her. "That's better. Now, all of you follow me. Becky, it's your job to make Alice keep up," he said. "Do it however you want."

Paul reached down and, taking Beth's hand, led the child from the room. "Do you know what, babybumsex?" he said. "I'm going to make you kill Alice."

Beth looked up at Paul. "Good," she said. "I don't want my fingers cut off."

"It's too late, honey," he said.

"B...but I'll kill her good," moaned Beth.

Paul laughed. "I know you will, tiny cunt," he said.

Paul led the three girls into a chamber next to the 'play room'. A large bench stood in the middle of the room, much like the one used to hold Hanna down earlier, though this one was larger and the restraints were made of steel. No telling what a girl could do when she was faced with death. "Becky," said Paul, "tie the slut down. Just her arms. I want access to her cunt and arse for a little bit."

"Yes master," said Becky.

The teenager helped Alice across the room and up onto the bench. She almost had to lift Alice onto it. "Come on, Alice. Please lay down."

Alice looked across the room at Paul. Blood was flowing freely from the many wounds on the fourteen year old's small tits. Alice sighed, laid her self down across the bench, and let Becky tie her arms. Paul turned to Beth. "Do you want to take a piss in her mouth?" he asked. "I'll let you, if you want to."

Beth grinned and nodded.

Paul laughed and lifted the child onto the bench. Beth stood with one leg either side of Alice's face and squatted. "Make sure you drink it all, Alice," said Paul.

Alice opened her mouth wide and, almost instantly, Beth sprayed the hot yellow urine into it. Alice gulped it down as quickly as possible, though not quick enough to stop her mouth overfilling and her face getting covered in piss. "Push your cunt onto her face," said Paul. "You want her to drink it."

Beth did as she was told, with the piss still spraying from her cunt pressed against Alice's mouth. "Drink it, you cunt," shouted the child as she started to grind her cunt into her sisters face.

Paul glanced at Becky. The teen dropped to her knees, crawled in front of him and, opening her mouth, the fifteen year old girl took his cock straight down her throat. Beth's piss ran out of her elder sister's mouth but she stayed on Alice's face, rubbing her cunt in. The child was breathing heavily, obviously enjoying the sensation of Alice's tongue. Paul let the child enjoy it for a few minutes before he said "You know what, Alice? I don't think you've had my fist up your cunt yet. We've got to change that, before you die. Open your legs wide, slut."

Alice's legs opened. Paul smiled in wonder that, although the bitch was quite probably in shock, she would do anything to save her sister. Even when it was that same sister that was going to kill her. He pulled his cock from Becky's mouth and moved round in front of the bench. Her cunt was small and still tight. She might have been the oldest of the captives but she had been a virgin when she had arrived, and she was only fourteen, and small for fourteen at that.

Paul pushed two fingers straight up inside the slut's sopping cunt. Not surprising after the tonguing she had received from Becky. Paul pushed a third finger in. She wasn't going to like having his hand inside her very much. He put his fourth finger to the hole, tucked his thumb in and started to push. It was very tight. Alice started to moan around Beth's cunt. Gasps and cries of pain could be heard from the teen as Paul forced his hand inside her. He wouldn't have been surprised if her cunt tore, it was so tight around him. "Becky," he said. "Go to the store cupboard. I want the metal pipe. It's in a box somewhere. Also, there is a large steel plug with points on one end and a screw on the other. Bring that as well. Oh yes... and there should be a steam iron in there. You know, the thing used to iron clothes.

"Yes Sir," said Becky. The teen got to her feet and left the room.

Paul turned his attention back to Alice. The girl's body, smeared with sweat, was tensed, probably from the pain in her cunt. He shifted forwards again, burying his hand inside her. Alice screamed around Beth's cunt. "Don't tell me you don't like this," he laughed. Had her death not been looming, he suspected that she would indeed like it.

Alice said something but, whatever it was, Beth's cunt muffled it. Sisterly love is always so nice to see. At that moment, Becky returned carrying the three items. "Put them on the floor," said Paul. "Not the pipe. I want you to push it into her cunt as soon as I take my hand out. Plug the iron into the wall."

Becky put the plug and iron pipe on the floor then plugged the steam iron into the mains before picking up the pipe again and standing up. The pipe was just that. A cylinder of metal, three inches in diameter and completely hollow. "You will force it in as deep as possible, okay?" he ordered.

"Yes Sir," said Becky.

Curling his hand into a fist, Paul started to pull. Alice's cunt was like a vacuum, pulling to keep his fist inside. Putting his weight on it, Paul started to heave out of her. She screamed as her cunt expanded around his fist. Paul gave one final pull and his hand tore free of her cunt. Alice's scream was muffled by Beth pressing her cunt down into her face. As soon as Paul was clear of Alice, Becky moved in and pushed the pipe inside the crying teenager, forcing the hollow tube as far in as it would go.

"Right," said Paul. "Now I want you to lift her legs so that we can get this plug inside her."

Becky lifted Alice's legs up, allowing Paul access to her arse. "Sir," asked Becky, "will it fit?"

Paul took the steak knife from his pocket. "It will."

The plug was extremely large. Almost three inches thick at the widest point. It ended in a set of three spikes so close together that they looked almost like one. On the other end was a handle on a bolt. When the handle was turned the spikes would splay outwards, tearing through her insides.

Paul put the plug against the teenager's tight arsehole. Becky was right. There was little chance of it fitting inside this teenager. With a bigger, grown up woman, it might have been possible but not a small girl like Alice. He gave the plug to Becky and took his knife. The idea was to slice through the sphincter, top and bottom and both sides then let the plug tear her open for the rest of its journey. Alice screamed and her legs started to thrash as Paul pushed the knife in for the first cut. "Keep her fucking still," he spat. "Pull her legs back further."

Becky climbed up onto the bench, straddled Alice's chest and pulled her legs backwards to allow more access to the teen's arsehole. Paul withdrew the knife and turned the blade around to slice through the opposite side of the muscle. Alice's screams, even muffled and hoarse, were quite staggering. Paul made two more incisions as blood pooled in her crack. It looked nice. He reached up and took the plug back from Becky. "Now, Alice," he said, "this is going to hurt a fuck of a lot."

He pushed against the muscle. Despite being sliced open, it held for few seconds before tearing. The scream was phenomenal and her whole body shook as she tried to move. Becky was forced to hold on for dear life. Beth gave a little squeal. "She bit me," she cried.

Paul laughed. "Well you can get your own back when you kill her," he said. "You can let her legs go now, Becky. I need to stop her tits bleeding."

Becky let go and Alice's legs fell down. Becky climbed from the bench and helped Beth off, as well. The two girls stood watching Alice's chest rise and fall, quickly, in panic. The pain she suffered was evident in her face. Paul lifted up the iron. Alice let out a choked cry. She might have been trying to say something but Paul couldn't understand what. "Becky," he said. "Go up to the kitchen and boil me some water. Bring down the kettle so I can make sure it's hot enough when I need to use it."

"Yes Sir," said Becky, and she left the room.

Paul turned back to Alice, who's eyes were locked in fear. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to pour the water ON you," he said, and pressed the iron down against her tit.

It was large enough to cover the whole breast. Alice thrashed about and tried to scream but the noise that came from her damaged throat was more like a strangled gasp.

Paul held the iron in place for several seconds before lifting it off. Well, her tit didn't look particularly attractive any more but at least it had stopped bleeding. Paul chuckled to himself and pressed the iron down again onto her other tit. Her reaction was slightly more subdued but no less amusing. Her body still thrashed and she attempted to scream yet again. If she wasn't about to die, Paul thought, she would have had a horse voice for the rest of her life. She had to have damaged her throat. He paused and chuckled to himself. She WAS going to be hoarse for the rest of her life.

Paul lifted up the iron and leered at her ruined tits. His hand went down to stroke his cock. She did look good like that. Becky pushed open the door and entered with the kettle.

"Plug it in and boil it again," he said.

"Yes Sir."

Paul turned to Beth. "Come here, honey. I want to feel you."

Beth stumbled forwards and Paul ran his hands over the preteen's body. "You are cute," he said. "I want you to sit on Alice's face again but, this time, with your bum over her mouth."

Beth smiled and put her arms up to let Paul lift her onto the bench. Once again straddling her sister's body, she lowered her arse onto Alice's mouth. "Lick it," commanded Beth. The child giggled as Alice did what she was told.

Paul moved around Alice to her arse and turned the screw on the plug right around once. Alice's body went rigid as the iron spikes dug into the walls of her rectum. A little wider and they would begin to cut through the long narrow muscle. Paul gave it another half a turn.

The kettle clicked off. Paul grabbed hold of Alice's legs and pulled them upwards a little. "Okay, fill it up," he said, nodding to the hollow tube exuding from the teenager's cunt.

"But..." started Becky.

"You or her. Choose now," said Paul.

Becky pulled the plug from the back of the kettle, and moved over to Alice. "Won't it kill her?" she asked.

"Oh, maybe," sighed Paul. "But that's why she's been drugged up. To keep her from dying too quickly. Now, pour."

Becky pulled the tube up a little and put the kettle spout to the hole. Then, tipping it up, she let the boiling water pour inside. Alice suddenly went hysterical. Her legs thrashed around, her arms pulled at her chains, and her whole body twisted. Beth stood up to avoid her sister. As soon as her mouth was free, Alice screamed, constantly screamed. Her damaged throat made it sound eerie but the shrill screech was a sure sign of how much pain the girl was feeling. Her whole insides must have felt like they were being melted away. Paul laughed. His cock stood up hard. He needed something to fuck and looked down at Alice. She was still beautiful. Even more so, now that her face was twisted in constant agony.

Well, she was about to die. He'd be doing her a favour. Too bad she only had one good hole left, though. With his keys, Paul unlocked the handcuffs from the bench but kept them attached to Alice's hands.

He pulled Alice up right and the still boiling water spilled from her cunt. She stared at him from a very great distance. She was in shock. "I'm going to fuck your mouth one last time."

Alice opened her mouth and tried to speak but all that came out was a quiet, almost inaudible rasp. Paul pushed the girl down to her knees in front of him. "Becky, hold her up. I want a decent fuck."

"Yes Sir." Becky moved behind Alice to hold her body straight.

Alice opened her mouth, presumably to try and speak again, but wanted his balls emptied, not more pleading. With that thought, he shoved his cock down to the back of her throat and began to rock back and forth, slamming his cock in and out of her throat. Alice managed a few choked gasps as Paul fucked her face. It was very good.

He humped her throat for the best part of ten minutes before removing his cock from her mouth. Alice's glazed eyes stared up at him. Tears streamed down her face and agony was still the only emotion that showed. Paul liked agony.

He smiled and walked to the side of the room to collect the rope that was hung by a hook on the wall. He tied one end to the centre of the handcuffs and threw the other end over one of the ceiling hooks. Pulling the rope down caused Alice to stand up with it. All he wanted was for her to stand up straight. He pulled the rope down until Alice stood, leaning on her own arms. She looked like a pathetic wreck. She was of no more use to him other than to die. Alice would look very sexy, dying.

After tieing off the rope to the wall, Paul moved behind the slut and twisted the screw in the plug around several times. Alice's body started to shake and again she tried to scream as the iron spikes ripped through her rectum. She'd die, anyway, soon. "Becky," said Paul. "I need a knife and the blow torch from the other room. A big knife. Now...run."

"Yes Master," said Becky and she bolted quickly from the room.

Paul turned to Beth. "Come here and suck me off," he told the girl. "I need to cum, badly. I want to do it in your mouth."

Beth moved forward and, dropping to her knees in front of Paul, she put her mouth around his cock. As he took hold of her hair in both hands, Beth made a loud groan and sucked in a deep breath. She knew what was about to happen. Paul liked that. He slammed his cock into the back of her throat and kept forcing it down. It was so tight in there. Her throat was amazing. That was enough to drive him over the edge and he pulled his cock out in time to spray his cum onto the sobbing child's face. "That's a good girl."

The door opened and Becky came back, in holding the blowtorch and a large kitchen knife. "Give Beth the knife," said Paul.

Becky handed the small nine year old the large blade then handed the blowtorch to Paul who lit it and adjusted the nozzle until there was a long orange flame. Not as hot as it could be but he wanted a long flame for this. "Okay Bethy," said Paul. "Stand in front of your sister and, when I say 'now', I want you to stab her in the belly."

Beth nodded and moved around until she stood in front of Alice. Paul took his blowtorch behind the teen. Kneeling down behind her, he twisted the screw on the blood-smeered plug until it was at its widest. She wouldn't last much longer. He lifted the torch and directed the flame up the tube buried in her cunt. It took a second and then the teen threw back her head and screamed one last huge scream. "NOW!" shouted Paul.

Beth lunged forwards with the knife.

Alice fell silent.

Paul grinned with lust and turned off the torch. He stood up and walked round to Beth, stood stock still looking at the knife buried in her sister's belly. Alice was still alive but barely. Paul stood behind Beth, took hold of her hands with his and forced the knife downwards. Then cut to the side, opening the teen's stomach for her little sister. Letting go of Beth's hands, he took hold of Alice's stomach and pulled it open and laughed maniacally as her innards fell out around Beth's feet. She was really dead now.

Beth stood there covered with blood. She looked quite attractive like that. Paul rubbed his already stiffening cock. Killing girls always had that effect on him.

Next to him, Becky turned around and vomited. Paul sighed. "I do hope you are going to clean that up."

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir," coughed Becky. She looked as pale as a sheet.

Paul looked up at Alice. Her eyes were glazed over. Even dead, she still looked like she was in agony, and Paul hoped that wherever she was at that moment, she was still in agony. "Don't worry about it, Becky," he said. "The first one is always the hardest."

He reached down and took hold of Beth's arm. Turning her around, he said, "I want sex now, honey. You look so gorgeous covered in your sister's blood."

Beth choked out a cry. "I killed her," she sobbed.

Paul grinned. "Yeah. Good, wasn't it."

Beth shook her head.

Paul laughed and pulled the little girl out of her sister's giblets. He'd boil them up for his little toys later but now he needed to fuck this little child. Killing always made him so fucking horny. "Lay down," he ordered the child.

Beth did as she was told.

Paul knelt down, straddling the little girl. He positioned his stiff cock against her tiny hole and fucked the small child long and hard while staring at the dead teen above him. Even dead, Alice was quite beautiful.

*****

Hanna's big blue eyes opened and she focused on the face in front of her. It was Sir. She jerked and scrambled backwards. Her heart started to pound hard in her chest. He was going to hurt her again. Through the bars of the cage, Hanna could see Beth sat in the corner of the room, covered in blood. The girl, Becky, was crouched behind Beth whispering into her ear. But where was Alice? "Where's Alice?" asked the little girl.

"She's with your mummy," said Sir.

Hanna stared at the man. She a big lump forming in her chest, her lips began to tremble and she burst into tears. "Why did you kill her?"

"Because I wanted to," said Sir. "Come on now, darling. Do you want something to eat?"

"I don't like dog food!" screamed Hanna. "And I don't like poo." She balled her little eyes out.

"Don't worry, darling," said Paul. "Tonight it's not dog food, or shit."

Locked in each others arms, the two girls huddled in the rear of the cage, trembling with fear and pain. The silence was frightening. Only Hanna's quiet sobs and the constant drone of the extractor fan disturbed the silence of the plain, padded room. Hanna's head dropped against her sister's shoulder as the child finally succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep. Beth, however, showed no sign of getting tired. The dark-haired nine-year-old girl just sat there staring endlessly into space.

Paul wasn't bothered about Beth's state. Anne had given the little slut child something so the shock wouldn't kill her. He yawned and turned off the cameras. He really had to get his mind back on work. It was just that the thought of two preteen fuck toys locked in his cellar was far too appealing to ignore. Paul stood up and stretched. He glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer monitor. It was nearly three in the morning. Paul shook his head. He was exhausted but still buzzing with the exhilaration of killing Alice earlier that evening. Now he felt almost sorry that he had let Anne take Becky back with her.

Becky hadn't taken well to the murder. Not well at all. It was the first time she had witnessed one. She'd get used to it in time and, even if she didn't, it was really of no consequence to Paul. It was nice to have the pretty teen around and she would eventually replace Anne.

Paul turned back to the computer and switched the cameras on again to take a look at the little cunts in their cage. Beth had lain Hanna down at the rear of the cage and was stroking the tiny preteen's blond hair, taking up the position left by the eldest girl's untimely demise.

Hanna's tiny scarred body was fun to abuse but as time went on she was becoming more and more used-looking. Her six-year-old body was littered with deep, nasty cuts and scars and, despite Anne's best efforts, she was quickly out-living her usefulness.

Beth, on the other hand, was still relatively well off. The nine year old had been spared most of the brutal use endured by both of her sisters. He watched as the little girl shifted to the front of the cage to stare out through the bars. She was trying to pry away at the chicken wire. Alice might very well have been able to get the cage open. It only required lifting the latches in the two corners. Beth had little chance of escape even if she open the cage since the cell's iron door would not budge for anyone. Still, one had to admire this little cunt's spirit.

The child deserved to be punished for trying to escape. As Paul watched her long slender fingers poke through the wire, a smirk crossed his lips. He had promised her that he was going to cut them off and he always lived up to such promises. He stroked his rigid cock whilst speculating about what he could do to this little girl. Thinking about it was sometimes more fun than actually doing it. Switching off the computer he headed, with a yawn, towards the cellar, his head flooded with brutal and nasty tortures that he needed this little cunt to suffer.

Paul opened the cellar, stepped in, locked the door behind him and headed down to the holding cell. He slotted the key in the lock and pushed open the door just fast enough to see Beth scramble back to the rear of the cage. "Are you being a bad girl?" he tutted.

"No Sir," said Beth. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"I think you're trying to break my cage. Trying to run away from me."

Tears started to form in Beth's dark little eyes. "Oh please Sir," she moaned, "let us go...pl...please don't kill us."

"YOU Bethy," shouted Paul. "I'm here to hurt YOU. Hanna is a good little whore. I have to kill you, JUST YOU."

"Oh no PLEASE," sobbed Beth.

"Don't kill Beth, please Sir," moaned Hanna sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Paul smiled at the tiny child with the white bandages and patches wrapped around and stuck to her small body, hiding the unsightly scars and burns. "It's okay honey," he said. "I'll come back and see you in the morning."

"Sir," choked Hanna, sobbing.

Paul turned to Beth. "I won't kill you," he said. "I promise... but you need to be a good girl for your owner."

"I-I'll be good... I ...please I promise... don't kill me," sobbed Beth.

"I will hurt you a lot," said Paul. "You've been a bad girl. I need to hurt you badly for that."

"Oh, please don't hurt me Sir," cried Beth.

"Then I'll have to kill you."

"Nooooooo!" cried Beth. "I want you to ask me to hurt you really bad then," said Paul.

"Don't," whined Hanna. "Go away...I want my Mummy...I want my Daddy."

Paul smiled at the two preteens. "Ahh Hanna, pretty fuck slut. Do you want me to burn you again?" The little cunt's hands automatically clutched at her chest and she flinched as she disturbed the burns. "No Sir," moaned the child.

"Then shut the fuck up," shouted Paul.

Hanna shrank into the rear of the cage sobbing gently, staring out at her owner. Paul turned his attention back to little Beth. The dark haired nine-year-old was shivering. "Ask me to hurt you," said Paul.

"P...please Sir," started Beth. "C...can you hurt me b...bad p...please."

Paul opened up the cage. "Get out, cunt," he said.

Beth shifted towards the front of the cage and, slowly, she crawled out. Tears flowed freely from her eyes but she said nothing. Paul closed the cage door behind the child and held out his hand. Beth understood and took it. Turning around, he half-dragged half-led Beth through the door and into the hallway.

Paul pulled the child into a room at the far end of the cellar. A single post in the centre of the padded room, from floor to ceiling, was the only object in the cell. Brown specks of old dried blood stained the walls around the whipping post. Beth stared at it in utter terror. Paul doubted, despite her new-found experience, that this child knew exactly how this post would assist in hurting her but only that it would be used to inflict pain. "I want to bugger you before I start," said Paul. "Is that okay with you?"

Beth moved her hands to cover her little arse. "Oh please don't fuck me," said Beth.

Paul frowned. "You know I own you, cunt. You are not allowed to decide whether I can fuck you or not," he said. "You always want me to fuck you. You should be begging."

Beth just stared up at the man.

Paul snarled and pulled on her arm, making the child stumble towards him. She let out a small yell. Paul instantly struck the child across the face with the back of his hand, knocking the little girl's head to the side. Beth screamed and her free hand came up to cover her face. "Beg!" he yelled.

The child stared up at Paul, a thin trail of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and down over her chin, stopping half way down her neck. "P-please f- fuck me, Sir. Pleeasssse," she stammered.

Paul lifted his hand again and delivered a second vicious blow to the side of Beth's face, letting go of her arm, and causing the little girl to fall to the floor. Beth curled up and sobbed. "Never make me tell you twice," said Paul. "Now get up and bend over so I can get my cock up your arse."

Beth looked up, her lip split and swollen; a shaky hand wiped away the blood. The child stared at the smear of red for a few seconds before she reacted to Paul's order. The child climbed to her feet and turned so that her back was to the man. Then, ever so slowly, she leant forwards until her body was at right angles with her legs. Immediately Paul pulled apart Beth's arse cheeks, smiling at the sight of the tiny bruised arsehole. "I want you to hold your bum cheeks open for me."

With a quiet whimper, the child's arms crept behind her to keep her arse cheeks spread open. Paul let go and took a step back to admire the sight. "Now don't move." The man then left the room, locking the child inside.

Paul had no intention of leaving the child alone for very long, though she didn't know that. He hurried to the storeroom. Paul wanted this child to suffer. He wasn't satisfied with just hurting her. Paul looked around the items stored in his cupboard, unable to decide exactly which ones he wanted to use on Beth this evening.

He moved around, gathering items as they took his fancy: a cat-o-nine tails, a large plug, a box of three inch long needles, a small pair of shears, a pair of pliers, a blow torch, and half a broom handle. Happy with his selections, Paul headed back to the room where he had left his little girl and was pleased to find her stood just how he had left her. "Ahh good girl," said Paul stepping up behind her.

Paul dropped the collection of items on the floor around him, then spat on his finger and started to rub it into the child's arse. "Oh I'm gonna fuck this hard," he chuckled.

"Ohhh," moaned Beth.

Paul then pushed his finger deep inside the little girl's backside. "Ow," sobbed Beth. "It hurts."

"Really?" asked Paul. "Hurts is good. I like hurts."

"Oh ow, please Sir."

Paul laughed and pulled his finger from the child's arse. "Okay," he said. "I know what you really want up there is my cock."

Beth didn't say anything but burst into tears. Paul couldn't help but laugh as he pulled his cock from his trousers to rub it against her arse. "Aww," he said, "c'mon, it's not like its anything awful, just a little arse fuck...you wait til afterwards 'cause I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

"Please don't," sobbed Beth.

"Hold still fuck-bunny," said Paul.

The man took hold of the child's waist and pushed his cock against the hole. Beth let out a loud grunt as her arse stretched around his cock then a sigh as the head popped inside. "See, it isn't so bad."

"It hurts," whined Beth.

Paul grunted and started to fuck the child's arse, quite exhilarated by her groans, grunts and pleas of pain. He fucked the little girl's bum for a good many minutes, enjoying each and every twitch. He'd been cumming so much these last few days, however, that it took a long while before he even felt the cum begin to rise. On feeling it, he stopped and pulled his cock from the obviously relived little girl. She stood, still holding her arse cheeks apart. The charming sight of a gaping arsehole now greeted Paul. "Now fucktoy," he said, "I want you to stay like that. If you move, I'm going to push a big plug up your bum. Do you want a big plug up your bum?"

"N...no Sir."

"So how do you stop that?"

"I...I don't move, Sir."

"That's a good girl. Now, this is gonna hurt."

Paul retrieved the cat-o-nine tails from the floor and fingered the short metal stud on the end of one of the metal tails, licking his lips. "Really hurt."

He took a step back and watched as the child trembled before him. Her little body squirmed merely at the prospect of the beating she was going to receive. Paul was curious to see just how many strokes this little girl could take without moving. He lifted his arm and let the cat rip down against the child's splayed arse cheeks. The little girl screeched. Her legs moved, making her take several steps forwards, but she stayed in position so Paul wasn't too bothered about that.

But the second blow caused Beth to scream her little lungs out. Her legs buckled beneath her, sending the little child crashing to the floor. "Oh please," spat Paul. "You didn't even try."

With that he kicked the little girl, striking the crying child in the ribs. Beth barked and curled up tight. Paul reached down and took her by the waist. "NOOOO!" screamed Beth. "Go away... leave me alone."

"Sorry fuck-toy," said Paul. "You're gonna get it now."

Paul heaved the child across to the whipping post and, with practised ease, he chained Beth to it so that she was stood facing Paul. Her hands were held over her head by the cuffs. As soon as he let go, the child squirmed away, attempting to hide herself on the other side of the post.

Paul didn't really care what she tried. None of it would help her very much anyway. Retrieving the plug from the floor, he showed it to Beth. "Now, fuckbunny, do you think we can get this up your bum without too much hassle from you, or do I have to push pins into your titties?"

"No," sobbed Beth.

Paul leant over, picked up the box of pins and took one from it. He had every intention of filling this child's whole body with these pins but she didn't need to know that yet. As he approached Beth, she squealed and tried to move around the post away from Paul. She soon ran out of slack and was halted. Paul grinned and stabbed the needle into the child's exposed chest. Beth screamed in pain. "Now be a good slut and stick your bum out so that I can push the plug into it," said Paul. "Or we can use more pins if you like."

Slowly the crying child unwound herself from the whipping post just enough that she could poke her arse out towards Paul. "Now, that's a good fucktoy," he said.

The sobs intensified as Paul pushed the plug against the child's arsehole. She began to squirm, shaking her gorgeous fat bum for him. Paul pulled the plug away and slapped her arse, receiving a small yelp in return. "Keep shaking it," he said, and slapped it again.

"O...ohh..." sobbed Beth.

The child began to wriggle in earnest, shaking her fat bum for Paul. The man watched the beautiful globes of flesh shake around for several moments before he nestled the plug back between her arse cheeks, resting it against her arsehole. "You can stop shaking it now," he said.

Beth froze. The sobbing child began to tremble. Anyone would have thought that she'd never done this before. Paul grinned at the thought and started to force the plug inside. It was large, even for an adult, but Paul was quite sure that he could get it into this child's arse. Beth screamed as her arsehole was stretched out around the plug and she began to squirm again, so much so that Paul was forced to use one hand to keep her still, while the other pushed the plug into the tiny child.

When the plug finally popped inside the little girl, and Paul released his grip on her, Beth slumped against the post, taking in quick shallow breaths. Paul once again retrieved the box of pins and emptied a few out into his hand. "Right, fuck queen," said Paul.

Beth's eyes locked onto Paul's hand and she shook her head. "No you said..."

"I said nothing of the sort."

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