She turned down a dead-end road, this must have been where she lived. If I was going to do it, it would have to be then. I took the chance. She had no clue as to what was happening, or what had happened, until I had the knife pressed firmly against her slender neck. "Don't make a sound," I hissed into the eight ear old's ear.

The poor child froze up and trembled in my arms. It was just great, the sheer exhilaration of it was perfect. I licked around her ear and then whispered to her. "Is your Mummy or Daddy home little girl?"

The child shook her head.

"Good, which one is your house?" it really was a relief.

"Number forty two," squeaked the girl. "Why are you doing this?"

"Shut it," I spat and then sucked on her cute little ear for another moment.

I frog-marched the little girl down the street. What was I thinking? Marching an eight year old child down the road to her own fucking house, at knife point, in broad daylight, but, by this time, I was beyond all reason; even when my mind screamed it at me.

I reached into the side pocket of the little girls pink knapsack and plucked out the single key connected to a multi-coloured plastic ball. I slotted it into the lock and opened the door. Once I had the little cunt inside I felt better for it. I felt that now had the time to study this magnificent specimen. I pushed her ahead of me and she stumbled forwards. "Put down your bag and turn around," I told her.

The darling child started to sob and dropped her tiny school bag. As the child shuffled around the small green and white checkered dress swayed around her skinny, tom-boy legs. "Why are you doing this to me?" the pretty school girl whined.

"Because you are beautiful little girl, I love you, and I want to keep you forever," I said.

"Don't hurt me," moaned the little girl.

"If you are a good girl, I won't have to," I said gently.

My cock pressed hard up against the front of my dark-blue jeans. It had the be the hugest erection that I had ever had, the little cunts big green eyes seemed to be glued onto it. She pulled her leaf coloured cardigan tight around herself, almost as if she expected it to offer protection. The child's straw blond hair was tied back with a dark red ribbon but perhaps the most sexy addition to this little girls outfit were her pink coated, wire rimmed glasses. They made this cute little cunt whore irresistible. I needed it.

"Where is your bathroom little girl?" I asked her.

The child glanced at the stairs. "Up there," she whispered.

I licked my lips. "On your knees slut," I said.

With a child's obedience the little girl dropped to her knees. She stared at me with big puppy-dog eyes, tears ran down her cheeks and dripped off of her chin. I approached my new acquisition and took off her glasses. They were held around her neck with a florescent green, and dark blue, plastic string. I held them out. "Take them," I told her.

The pretty little girl grasped her glasses and held them in her shaky hands. I took hold of the back of her head and tilted it upwards. The youngster looked at me with those big comely eyes. What a gorgeous little whore she was. I ran my tongue over my lips and then slapped that pretty little face. "You will call me sir," I sneered at her.

The child gasped, and she then closed her eyes and burst into tears. "Stop it please," she groaned.

I slapped her again. "Stop hitting me please," she wailed.

I slapped her again. "That is, 'Stop hitting me please SIR'" I spat at her. "Say it."

"Stop hitting me please sir," snivelled the little girl.

"Oh yes," I sighed.

I gripped her hair with both and and pressed her face firmly into my crotch. She broke into an uncontrolled burst of sobbing, the whole of her small body trembled, and My stiff cock pressed, through my trousers, up against her cheek felt every tiny twitch. "What is your name baby cunt?" I asked.

"K-Katie-Jane... Sir," the child stammered.

"Oh Katie-Jane," I moaned, rubbing my stiff rod up and down her face.

The child didn't do much while I smeared her tears across her gorgeous face with the fat lump that extended out of the front of my trousers, other than cry her little eyes out. I pulled her back a little, just to see that face, I had never felt as good as this. Her blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks only enhanced this child's beauty. "Put your glasses back on," I told her.

The little girl fitted her glasses onto her exquisite face, the little dolls hands trembled like a jelly pudding. Oh I could have just eaten her all up. I nudged the schoolgirl with my foot. "Okay now pretty," I said. "Up the stairs with your baby cunt."

"Sir," sobbed the child. "What are you going to do to me?"

I wiped the tears from under the honeys eyes with my thumbs. Holding her face in both of my hands I smiled at her. "I am going to do my wee-wee all over your face, and then my poo-poo into your mouth, and then we are going to give you a nice hot bath and then I am going to have sex with you," I spoke cheerfully.

"Ohh," whined Katie-Jane. "Don't do that, please Sir."

"Don't do what?" I asked.

"All of it," cried Katie-Jane. "Please sir, don't do it."

When I slapped the child across the face, Katie-Jane screwed her eyes up and her whole body shook with sobs. "Now Baby Sex, you need to be a good girl, I've already got to punish you. Don't make it bad on yourself," I said. "Now I want you to repeat this. `Please Sir, Katie-Jane slut wants her master to do his wee-wee and poo-poo all over her pretty face and into her cutesymouth.'"

Without a sound the child stared at me several moments, until the natural obedience kicked in. "P-please Sir," she murmured. "Katie-Jane Slut wants... umm. My master to do your wee-wee and err, your poo-poo, all over my... my pretty face and into my cutesy mouth Sir."

I smiled and stroked the lovely child's cheek. "I am afraid that I have to punish you bad, you didn't say it right," I told her. "Come on now into the bathroom."

Like a man condemned, or rather, like a little girl condemned, Katie-Jane stood up. When the child spun around I stuck my hand up her skirt and pressed my fingers to her bottom, feeling the fat fleshy globes through her little knick-knicks.

The child pressed her legs together and whined. She moved her hands towards mine but I slapped them away, which caused Katie-Jane to moan loudly. "Don't be a bad girl," I warned her. "If I want to touch you here I will." To prove my point I pushed a finger between her tightly closed legs and poked a little of the cotton into her crack.

Katie-Jane twisted, and I was forced to slap her legs with my free hand. "Stand still," I ordered her.

"Ow!" yelped the child.

"If you can't be a good girl I'll have to hurt you," I said. "Do you want me to hurt you Katie?"

The cute little girl shook her head. "No sir," she murmured. "Don't hurt me, please."

"Then open your legs and let me feel you properly."

The command produced a new bout of sobbing from the little girl but she did as she was told. Katie-Jane parted her legs until they were about shoulder width. Just perfect for me to push my hand in so that I could grab and feel her baby cunt. I rubbed on it hard, enjoying the embarrassed sobs that I brought from her sexy little mouth. Such a modest little girl. "What do you call this place," I asked her.

"Please don't do this sir," she cried.

"Now Katie-Jane, don't make me punish you," I said. "What do you call this place."

I pushed my finger as deep into the hole as the little girls knickers would allow. This child didn't seem to like it one bit. "It is my fanny... sir," she sobbed.

"Do you have other names for it?" I asked.

"Ohh, c-cunny," she murmured, "sir."

"Good girl," I said. "Come on now up the stairs."

With my hand still up her dress and pressed into her fat, succulent little cunt, I followed the child up the stairs. Poor little Katie-Jane hated it which made me as stiff as a log. The bathroom was large, light green tiles covered the walls, and the full suite was pristine. Katie-Jane's buckle-up gloss black, plastic, school shoes clicked on the hard white floor. I pulled my hand out from under her dress and turned her around. She started right at me and looked very sorry for herself. "Lift up your skirt," I told her.

The youngsters head dropped onto her chest. Her small hands played with the hem of her dress for several moments before she lifted it up, and letting me see her beautiful white cotton knickers. My cock was now so stiff it hurt and my balls ached so much I could have cummed a gallon right there. I extended my arm and pressed my hand into the front of her vulva. She screwed her eyes shut, Katie-Jane understood that there was no alternative. "I want you to pull your knick-knicks down Katie-Jane," I said. "I want them around your ankles."

The child's eyes snapped open. "Oh sir, please," she moaned.

I slapped her across the top of the thighs again, causing the child to yelp in pain. "Don't be a bad girl Katie," I warned.

"Yes sir," mumbled Katie-Jane.

The little girl let go of her dress and put her hands up inside it. With a single quick motion Katie-Jane pulled her knickers straight down to her ankles. The child stood back up, her face flared up red, but she remained still. The rapid rise and fall of her chest was the only movement to be seen, other than the tears streaming down her luscious elfin face. "Lift up your dress," I told her.

The child's eyes closed and her body shook. Very slowly, she took hold of the front of her dress and lifted it up. Oh it was beautiful. Her fat little cunt was so pale and white that you could see the dark veins under the skin. I really needed to get my cock inside that tight and closed up little pussy. I reached forwards and placed my fingers against the baby smooth skin. I ran my finger up the cleft and tickled the little nub that was her clit. Katie-Jane gasped audibly and then moaned. I moved my finger away and down so that I could insert it into her tight little hole. I didn't get far before I pressed against her baby hymen. "Please sir," she groaned. "Stop it."

I pulled my finger out of her and stuck it into my mouth to savour the taste. I sat down on the toilet and then patted my knee. Taking my finger from my mouth I said. "I want to give you a spanking, so you should bend over me now."

"Oh but sir!" she cried.

I glared at her. "Get over here NOW," I spat.

The child stumbled forwards. She made no attempt to remove her knickers from around her ankles. She literally fell over my lap, and I was forced to drag her onto me properly. I pulled her dress up to get a good look at her fat little arse. "Oh you have such a beautiful little bum-bum," I said.

I squeezed on it, and I kneaded it with my hands. All the while, the youngster continued to cry shamefully. I doubted that she could comprehend what was happening to her, and she certainly couldn't comprehend why it was happening to her. All this only served to excite me more. It urged me to molest this little one as much as I could. I started to slap her fat wobbly bottom. The darling Katie-Jane writhed on my lap, screaming and crying. It was almost as if I was really hurting her. She had no way of knowing that I was just playing; that all too soon I really would hurt her. For the moment however I was enjoying the action of bringing her bum up a nice powdery red. She deserved nothing less for being such a lovely child.

When I stopped Katie-Jane was clung onto my leg with both arms, her face was pressed into my trousers, and she was sobbing excessively. I used one hand to open up her buttocks to take a look at the little pink arsehole. I licked the tip of my finger and rubbed the spit around the puckered orifice. The poor child didn't seem to even notice what I was doing. I pressed against the little girls arsehole, testing it's tight elasticity, and then I pushed my finger straight through and deep into the little girl. Katie-Jane threw her head back and cried out. "Oww!" she yelled. "Take it out. Oh it hurts... please..."

I couldn't help but snigger at the child and push my finger deeper still, feeling the soft warmth of her bowls. I pulled out a little, but only plunge the digit straight back in, as deep as it would go into the child. She yelled, cried, and begged for me to take it out, but I amused myself with her for several moments before pulling my finger out.

I pushed her off of me; Katie-Jane dropped like a stone onto the white floor, curled up into a tight ball, and sobbed her little eyes out. Squatting down beside her I put my hands under her arms and pulled the child up onto her knees. She seemed to get the idea and stayed up when I let go of her. With her left hand pressed into the floor between her legs, Katie-Jane sat staring at my shoes. I cupped her chin in my hand and raised her head. Her puppy-dog eyes were cum making. I used a finger in the centre of her glasses to push them back onto her face. I grinned and made a show of gathering phlegm in my mouth. Katie-Jane responded with a series of whining sobs. I spat at her.

The little girl didn't even blink. Although she did look revolted. The spit dribbled down her glasses and dripped off in long strings onto her cheeks that then ran down her face. I using my hands I pried open her mouth, the child seemed to understand what I wanted and offered no resistance as I opened her mouth wide. Upon letting go she stayed there looking up at me with her small mouth gaping. I gathered the saliva again. Katie-Jane's eyebrows furrowed. I spat into that wide open hole, covering her tongue with the white slime. "Oh," cried the little girl.

I pressed my thumb onto the bottom of her chin and pushed her mouth closed; Katie-Jane swallowed. She now looked positively ill. I stoked her cheek and smiled at her. "Now that is a good girl," I said.

"Oh please sir," she whimpered.

I sniggered at her and pulled open the fly of my jeans. The child fell silent, and I reached inside my trousers and pulled my stiff cock out. Katie-Jane swallowed again. I shuffled forwards and laid it across her face. "Oh my god," breathed the little girl.

I rubbed my big fat cock up and down the little girls cute little face. I rubbed it across her lips and nose and smeared my spit over her glasses and cheeks. It come to rest over her lips. "Take hold of it," I said.

Rather hesitantly both of the child's hands came up to grip onto the thick shaft of my penis. I clasped my own hands around them and moved them up and down. "I want you to do this okay?" Isaid.

"Yes sir," squeaked Katie-Jane.

I let go of her and let the child wank me. She moved slow and delicately, almost as if she didn't want to hurt it, but it felt great nonetheless. "I want you to open wide and suck on me," I told her.

The child's eyes flicked upwards, and a frown crossed her face. "I-I," she started. "Oh Sir please. It - I it's horrible."

I cocked my head and gave her a mournful look. "Now now Katie-Jane," I said. "Don't make me hit you again. It is just a little blow job, there is nothing dirty about that."

"Ohhh," sobbed Katie-Jane.

Upon taking a deep breath, Katie-Jane opened up her dirty little mouth, and leant forwards to take my cock inside. Her mouth was so small that merely the head of my fat and hard cock filled it. I groaned and sighed. "Lick all around it," I told her. "Oh god yes."

She sucked on me like I was a lolly-pop. Her baby tongue ran over and around my fat bulbous head. I was in heaven, my visage of heaven at least, with an eight year old slut child being made to suck on her owners cock. I let her suck on me like that several minutes, before my impatience, or my paranoia, took control. I pulled my cock out of her mouth. "I want you to keep it open," I warned.

What a gorgeous sight it was; my child whore, with its face covered with spit and tears, and its mouth wide open ready for its master to squirt his filth into it. I rested the tip of the head just inside and started to wank furiously. Keeping perfectly still, the child just waited for me to finish. When I did finish, I erupted. Thick globs of hot white sperm shot from my cock like a fountain and straight into the clueless child's waiting mouth.

As the first string of sticky spunk struck the roof of her mouth and dribbled down over her tongue the child recoiled. The remaining cum was shot off over her pretty face. She glared daggers at me for a few moments before she swallowed. "I think I'm going to be sick," she squeaked.

"Don't be silly," I said. "It's only cum. Cum is good for you, got lots of vitamins in it."

Katie-Jane didn't look convinced. I reached forwards and placed my hand on the back of her head. Pulling her forwards I smiled at her. "Now now," I said. "Be a good girl and gobble it all up."

I scraped a particularly thick lump from the lens of her glasses and held it in front of her lips. It occurred to me that although she was looking at me, she could probably see very little, though the saliva and now cum that coated her glasses. However she knew what was expected and opened her mouth. Sticking out her little pink tongue the eight year old girl licked the slime from my finger. After the initial taste she sucked it inside. "Now that is a good girl," I said.

Katie-Jane sniffed. "Thank you sir," she mumbled.

"Now just sit still, there is still loads more for you to eat," I chirped.

"Oh," murmured Katie-Jane.

To be fair to the little cunt she sucked all of my cum up each and every time I put a sperm soaked finger to her lips. She didn't seem to being enjoying it nearly as much as she should have been, but it was a great sight nevertheless. "Take off your glasses," I told her.

Almost automatically her hands went up and clasped onto the legs. Then she paused. "A-Are you going to hit me Sir?" she asked.

"Yes," I said off hand.

"O-Oh... Oh but sir I was being a good girl," the child blubbered.

My lips curled into a simper. "No," I said. "You were being a good girl. Now you are being a very bad girl. You aren't doing as you were fucking told. Now take your bloody glasses off."

Panicked into haste, the little girl pulled the pink glasses from her eyes and gazed momentarily at the smeared lenses, undoubtedly wondering how on earth she was going to get them clean. Any and all thoughts she might have had were wrenched from her mind when I grabbed hold of that silky hair and pulled her head backwards. Katie-Jane took in a sharp breath and let out a small cry. Tears swelled and dripped from the corners of the eyes, to run down her cheeks. I pulled my hand back and she screwed her eyes shut just in time for the blow.

The little girl screamed and I snorted. I hit her again even more viciously than the first time. The child screamed louder. Dropping her glasses her hands came up to clutch onto her blazing cheek. I was forced to pull them away so that I could hit her a third time.

I was about to deliver a fourth slap when she suddenly exclaimed. "Oh my god!" Rocking back and forth she repeated over and over. "I'm sorry... I so sorry."

I must admit, at first I was confused, but I soon noticed the yellow puddle forming around her knees. I looked at her with a cruel smirk plastered to my face. "You dirty little cunt," I muttered. "You are a filthy fuck whore."

"I-I... Oh I'm sorry I didn't meant to... I couldn't help it."

"Tut tut," I said. "I think I might be able to forgive you. But only if you stick your face in it and clean all of your wee wee up."

The little girl swallowed hard and started down at the puddle. A look of sheer disgust crossed her face and a hand went up to rub her forehead. She looked up at me, perhaps to see if I was really being serious, and then back down at the piss. The youngster looked up at me and her head tilted to the side. "I..."

I lashed out with my hand striking her across the face with enough forced to send the child toppling over. She moved her hands up to hold onto her face. "I was going to say yes," she screamed at me.

I had to laugh. "Now now," I said. "No talking, start cleaning the floor."

Katie-Jane scrambled around, rolling in her own urine until she was presented with it barely inches from her face. I pressed my foot in just below her ribs and nudged her. That seemed to be all the encouragement the child needed and she pressed her face down and licked at the floor. She gagged almost immediately but kept it up. Taking deep gasping breaths through her mouth she sucked and licked all of the piss from the floor. I was kind of disappointed by the fact that most of it was actually soaked up by her school uniform, but it was no big deal, I would make sure that she tasted my piss good. "Come on now," I said. "Kneel up straight."

Looking very pale and sucking on her small pink lips, the eight year old pushed herself up. Katie-Jane looked at me and placed a hand to her mouth. I stroked the length of my cock, it was stiff again from watching her perform the filthy task. I laid it down over her face. "Put your glasses back on," I told her.

The child was forced to back herself away a little in order to get her glasses up under my cock so that she could put them back on. She squinted to try and see through the cum and saliva smears across the lenses. "Don't worry about that," I told her. "I'll have them cleaned off in just a moment. Open your mouth."

Katie-Jane hesitated. "Are you going to wee on me Sir?" she asked.

"Yes," I spat. "Do you want me to hit you again?"

"No sir," exclaimed the child, and she opened her mouth up wide.

I ran my cock around her lips and then up her nose. "Now Katie," I said. "If any goes into your mouth I want you to swallow it okay."

"Ah-huh," sounded the child.

The urine shot out of my cock in a jet, causing the child to jump, but she kept relatively still. Enough for me to rinse the cum off of her glasses and trail the stream down her face until I had it aimed directly at the back of her throat. The youngster choked and spluttered as she tried to swallow the piss but most of it ran down over chin and soaked into her already urine soaked school clothes.

As the stream died down the child hugged herself and cried her pretty little eyes out. Considering she had just slurped down piss I didn't blame her for the reaction. I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them, and boxer shorts, down over my shoes and off. Katie-Jane stopped crying to watch what I was doing. Just a little snivelling from the little fucking whore. "Do you remember what else I was going to do to you?" I asked.

"Umm, you err wanted to have sex with me Sir," she said.

I smirked. "Come on now, what else?" I asked.

"You wanted to... to do your poo into my... my mouth Sir," she said in a soft voice. "Please don't do that Sir."

"Don't be naughty now," I told her. "You know I am going to do what I want with you."

"But that is dirty," she whined.

"Yes it is," I told her. "It will make you very sick."

"Then don't do it," she cried.

"You are a dirty little child," I said. "You want me to do my poo-poo all on you don't you."

"No," whined the child.

I grabbed her hair and leant close enough to the child to smell the piss on her breath. "Yes you do," I informed her. "I am going to stick my bum into your face and you are going to stay very still okay."

Katie-Jane sniffed. "Okay," she murmured.

I stood back up and turned my back on the child. I pushed backwards and was delighted to feel the contours of her face pressed against the crack of my arse. "O-Ohhh," she cried out.

It was beautiful but not as beautiful as when the shit started to squeeze from my arse and lay across her face. The little darling screamed hysterically, she thrashed and squirmed about behind me, although she never moved away.

When I turned around to look at her, I had to grin. She knelt there stock still. A small turd sat stuck to her cheek bone. The little girl was staring a second larger one sat on her arm, while a third of similar size sat in her lap. "You filthy little fucking cunt," I spat. "You are covered in shit."

Her eyes flickered up at me. "Get it off me," she moaned.

With two fingers I scraped some of what was stuck to her face. "Open wide," I told her.

"Oh god," she cried but opened her mouth.

I pushed my fingers inside and scraped the shit off on her teeth. "Eat up," I told her.

She stayed totally motionless for an instant, and then the child lurched forwards. Vomit spilled from her mouth down her front, joined by the shit from her face and arm. She looked up at me, with the sick still clung to her chin. "I'm sorry sir," she whispered.

Half a grin and half a scowl marred my face. "Dirty, dirty girl," I spat.

"I said sorry," she howled.

I scraped some of the foul shit and vomit mixture up onto my fingers and gave the youngster a friendly grin. "Open up for the choo-choo train," I chirped.

"Oh god," groaned Katie-Jane. Her face was flared red, although I didn't know whether it was the after affects being sick, or from being covered in shit, or just from being treated like a baby. She opened up however.

When I deposited the load into her waiting mouth she swallowed immediately. One hand pressed against her mouth and the other onto her belly. She took several deep breaths in through her nose, and then let go of her mouth. "I'm okay," she gasped.

"That's good," I said. "Cause we've still got loads for you to eat up."

Katie-Jane closed her eyes and weeped.

I cleaned her up and she ate it all up. How much piss, shit, and vomit can you scrape from a little girls dress with your fingers? I can tell you, it is not very much. Katie-Jane knelt in front of me with a grimace locked on her face, she held her belly, and was very pale. Oh what a poor little girl. I smiled at her. "I think we should get you cleaned up," I said. The child flinched. "I want you to brush your teeth while I pour you a nice warm bath."

Katie-Jane blinked. "Really?" she asked. "Nothing yucky sir?"

I chuckled. "Yes really. Make sure you get all the poo taste from your mouth."

The little girl practically leapt at the basin, and grabbed her tooth brush. "Take your clothes off first."

Katie-Jane looked at me from the corner of her eye and shot me a coy smile. As if without a second thought she slipped from her clothes. Of all the things I had ever seen, the naked body of this eight-year-old girl topped them all. I wanted to grab her and ravage her there, but it was the smell, most of all, which kept me away.

So I drew her a nice warm bubble bath while my dirty little whore scrubbed her mouth out with peppermint flavoured toothpaste. After a few minutes she came along side me, she smiled and shifted from leg to leg. Seeing a naked child so close is just too much for me to bear, but there was a shit stain still on her face. It repulsed me. I shut off the taps. "Get in," I told her.

"Yes sir," said the child and she climbed into her bath and sunk down into the warm water.

I took a bar of soap and started to rub it across her body, with a sponge in the other hand I started to clean the little doll. "What time does Mummy and Daddy get home?" I asked.

"Daddy doesn't live here," she said. "Mummy doesn't get home until seven."

I glanced at my watch, it was still only four, that gave me plenty of time to play with her, and to get the hell out of there. I pulled off my shirt, to avoid getting it wet, and dipped my hands back into the water. The child giggled as my fingers pressed into the soft folds of her cunt. Much to my surprise she eased her legs open further, until her knees rested on the ceramic sides of the tub. With my free hand I started to rub the soap over her back, brining up white suds on her pale skin.

I massaged the soap into her back. Caressing the flat surface with small circles. "Mmm," moaned Katie-Jane.

My fingers moved up against the soft pink tissue of the child's cunt, rubbing up against tiny nub of her clitoris. Small breathless moans escaped from the child's sweet mouth. My hand moved up and down the form of her smooth and soft back, feeling the vertebrae with my fingers, I pressed them into the shallow indentation between each of the bones.

My little darlings back arched and she gazed up at me, with the look of pleasure on her seductive little girl face. I leant forwards and kissed her on the tip of the nose. I grinned at her and wiped some of the soap bubbled onto it. The little girl giggled. "I love you," I whispered to the little girl.

She looked into my eyes. "I love you sir," she murmured.

I drew my hand up and around the child's shoulder blades, before slowly brining it back down until it dipped below the water line. The fingers of my other hand squeezed and rubbed almost roughly against the youngsters clitoris. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards. "Ah, Aah," she gasped.

When I took my hands from the water, a groan passed her lips, but she kept her eyes closed. I rubbed yet more soap onto my palms, and spread it across her ravishing face. Cupping up water I rinsed it off. I then leant in close and placed my lips to her forehead. "Oh," she moaned.

The eight year old girl's arms wrapped around my forearm and dragged it down under the water until my hand was pressed against her pussy. I moved my head back a little and Katie-Jane's eyes opened. She grinned at me. Leaning forwards I pulled her head towards me with my free hand, locking our mouths together. My tongue pushed through her lips and deep into her, caressing across her teeth and then further down.

The little girl moaned and grunted as I stimulated her clitoris with my fingers. I rubbed hard against her, savouring her breathless moans. She broke from my lips. "Ahh-ah ou ah," Katie-Jane gasped.

Her little hands clutched hold of her belly and her gorgeous face contorted as the waves of pleasure rippled through her. She tensed up so tight. It was a beautiful sight. A little girl experiencing her first orgasm. Just loverly. I stood up and bent down with the intention of lifting her from the bath. I stopped when I felt her lips around my cock. I straightened up and looked down at her. Clutching onto my penis with one hand she lifted herself off and beamed up at me. "I could suck on you all day sir," she stated and popped my cock back into her mouth.

"Oh god," I groaned.

I couldn't bare it, I had to get my cock out of her mouth. I slipped my member from her and stroked it up her face. Katie-Jane giggled and nuzzled into me. She let me rub myself all over her pretty little face, at times being quite rough. "You are such a dirty little girl," I told her.

"Yes Sir,2" giggled Katie-Jane. "I'm your dirty little cunt."

I came. My cock exploded over the child's waiting face. Squirting long strings of cum across her exquisite face. This eight year old girl, with her face covered in my spunk, grinned at me. "Oh fuck," I groaned.

She took a single finger and ran it over her face collecting up a big dollop of cum, and she, with a seductive and whore like smile, sucked the sperm from it. I believe that they call behaviour like this Stockholm yndrome. Or at least it was the same principle. She stood up and climbed out of the bath. "Do I look good with your... your umm, stuff on me?" she asked.

"Ah," I sighed and placed a finger at her cunt. I pulled it upwards through her crack and up her smooth body until it rested on her lips. "Yes you do, you are a sexy fucking slut."

Katie-Jane put her arms around my waist, or as far as they would go. "Am I a good girl sir?" she asked.

I couldn't bare it any longer. "No," I spat. "You are a dirty little fucking slut."

"But... I," she started.

I seized hold of the little cunts hair and dragged her into me. Katie-Jane squealed with pain and surprised. I slapped her across her loverly face. "You little fucking whore," I shouted in her face. "You are nothing but a fuck-toy."

I jerked on her hair and the little bitch tumbled onto the floor. I let go of her hair to allow her to fall flat and put a foot on her back to stop her from crawling away. With some difficulty, I crouched down, grabbed my trousers, and slipped the belt from around the waist. I wrapped one end around my hand and trailed the leather down across Katie-Jane's thrashing legs. My mouth watered and my cock stiffened at the mere prospect of hearing her scream. I was going to enjoy this.

My arm rose above my head, when you take an opportunity like this one there is no need to hold back. I had no desire to hold back. I brought my arm down with as much force as I could. Savouring the sweet sound of leather against pre-teen flesh. Gorgeous, but not as lovely as the scream that followed. It cut through me like a knife, and sent shivers of sheer ecstasy throughout my entire body. I whipped her with all my might. She was so innocent, so sweet; she deserved to suffer. Just like all pretty little cunts deserve to endure the pain that I enjoy so much.

Dark red welts appeared across her legs, and over the milky-white globes of her bum-flesh her agony fuelled my lust. Only when her struggles died down did I take my foot from her back. Crouching down beside her I rolled the small slut over. I replaced my foot, this time on her tummy and restarted my beating, aiming for the cunts pretty pink flat nipples. I littered her chest with the same red welts that already covered thighs and arse. It was so beautiful. I couldn't help but feel each and every blow I made. It tickled in my belly and throughout my very being.

Stooping I grabbed one of her ankles and pulled it up, my intention was to spread her legs so that I could lash out at her luxuriant and hairless little pussy. My mind was gone and all that remained was a sadistic bloodlust. I needed to hurt her. My arm lashed up and down time and time again. I littered her thighs and her luscious cunt with those beautiful red welts.

I ceased when I noticed that she had stopped struggling. The world came back around me in a rush. I loved it. Standing over a helpless child with an instrument of torment in my hands. I let go of her leg and she quickly pressed her thighs together. She held onto her pussy with her sweet delicate hands, mewling and sobbing like the pathetic animal that she was. What I wanted from her was her life, her very fucking soul, but what I needed now was her cunt.

I grabbed her dress up from the floor and tore a long strip from it. Little Katie-Jane didn't move, she just lay there rocking back and forth, and crying her little eyes out. I squatted down beside her and pushed her over onto her belly. I grabbed her arms and pulled them to her back. "No," she moaned and twisted but was too weak to put up much of a struggle.

I tied the youngsters hands tightly together and then rolled her back over. I pulled apart her legs and knelt down between them. Katie-Jane squirmed around. "Please stop," she whimpered. "Please."

I spat into my hand and rubbed it into her plump and succulent twat, I just needed enough lubrication to enable me to get into her. The blood would do the rest. I leant over the little morsel, one hand flat on the floor by her shoulder while the other guided my fat and hard cock into her tight little hole. Oh and it was tight and it was hot, it was heaven personified. It hurt as my cock was squeezed through the tiny little hole but god did it feel good. Katie-Jane screamed her her pussy was stretched apart.

Only her hymen blocked my path. I stabbed at it brutally tearing though with ease. The change in pitch of her screams told me how much it hurt her. I wanted to hurt it more. I wanted to hurt Katie-Jane with my cock. The warm blood eased my passage into the little hole. It enabled me to slip in and out with ever increasing ease. It enabled me to thrust in towards her cervix. I wanted my cock to stuff her uterus full. I wanted to stab my meat into her baby womb.

When I felt the passage give way, and when I felt myself plunge deep into this little girl belly, I gave a cry of triumph. I drove in harder determined now to force all of my cock into the immature little whore. I fucked the child as hard as I could. I plunged my cock in deep and drew it out only drive it back in again. Oh she screamed. She screamed as my cock tore through the soft sensitive pink skin of her vagina. I loved every minute. This was, without doubt, the best fuck I had ever had. It was inevitable that I would cum again, and I shot my thick spunk deep into her eight year old uterus.

Katie-Jane bawled like a little baby, what a nubile little slut, in my opinion at least. I lifted myself up and my cock slipped from her blood-sodden cunt. I rolled off of her and grinned, she had bled, and was still bleeding, a lot. It is such a sight to see a luscious young child's cunt bleed from its first fuck. "Please stop," moaned the child.

I crawled around the little girl until I was level with her head and took my now semi-flaccid cock into my hand. She turned her head the other way but I grabbed hold of it and pulled it back over. "Hey slut fucker," I said. "How do you like my cock now?"

I rubbed the meat across her cute features. I spread blood, cum, and cunt slime across her loverly face. "Stop it," she cried weakly.

Her struggles and cries were enough to bring my cock up strong again. I enjoyed the feeling of it for several moments and then let her head go. She tried to wriggle away from me but I grabbed her rolled her over onto her belly. As I stood up the child managed to get onto her knees and attempted to elevate herself. I placed my foot into the centre of her back and pushed it back down. Her body trembled and she weeped. "Now that is a bad girl," I said. "Trying to get away from your owner."

"Go away," she squealed. "Let me go."

I snatched the belt up off of the floor and once again pressed my foot into the child's back, to stop her from getting away. I let the buckle fall until it brushed against the child's bum-meat. I sighed. "You need to learn baby," I said. In a single motion I flicked the belt up and brought the brass buckle down against her soft smooth skin. The howl that she produced was magnificent . "I will never let you go." I punctuated each and every word with another blow to her milky white bum. The belt-buckle made the most beautiful purple marks.

I continued pounding away at her even after I stopped shouting at her. I smacked the belt buckle into the fleshy surfaces of her arse and legs, giving her marks worthy of a filthy fuck toy. It wasn't long before her struggles died down to nothing more than a whimper and a little squirming at my feet.

I dropped the belt and kicked the child in the ribs, "Get up," I roared.

"Ahhh," was the only response I got from her.

I kicked her again. "I said get the fuck up," I shouted.

"No!" the child managed to cry.

I grunted and kicked her again, as my shoes contacted with her ribs I heard a loud snap followed by a stupendous shriek. It actually hurt my ears it was so loud and, when it died away, left them ringing. I bent down and grabbed the child by the hair. With a quick yank I pulled her up onto her knees. She was hyperventilating, crying, her eyes were glazed over, and pain marred her face. She was just beautiful. I reached down and squeezed the area where I had cracked the ribs. "Ahhh-ah!" she cried.

"Bad girl," I snorted.

Katie-Jane shook her head. Oh such a poor little cunt. I smiled and reached across and picked her glasses up off of he wash-basin. I grabbed the child's chin and turned her head towards me so that I could put them back onto her face. Cum and spit still obscured the lenses but she looked horny in them nonetheless. I let go of her head and she turned it way from me. "Oi," I spat. "Look at me."

Katie-Jane closed her eyes and turned her head downwards. I could only guess that this was some futile attempt at resistance. "I said look at me," I shouted.

"No," she sobbed.

I have always prided myself on being a rather patient man, there is very little that would ever try my temper. However in that single moment that temper flared up white-hot. I knew exactly what I was doing. It pleased me. My hand tightened into a fist. Her face was so beautiful and so perfect. I swung towards it, right towards the centre. She moved but not fast enough to miss my fist. It her directly in the right eye.

"Uuh," was the sound that came from her mouth. She swayed for a second before falling backwards. She was conscious, if barely, but her glasses were fucked. I used my foot to knock them off of her face.

"See," I said dragging her back up with her hair. "You need to be a good girl... hello?" I clicked my fingers in front of her eyes and slapped her across the cheek. Her eyes flickered but other than that there was no reaction.

I sighed. After retrieving my jeans from the floor, I pulled my petrol cigarette lighter from the pocket. Opening the top I struck a flame. There is always a way to get a reaction from somebody. I pinched on the child's small pink nipple, trying to bring it up hard. When the flame was held to sensitive skin the effect was almost instant. Her small body bucked and thrashed. She tried to scream but her throat was becoming hoarse.

I drew the flame slowly down her chest and across her belly. Giving it enough time to blister the skin on its gradual decent down towards the little girls tiny twat. I was aiming to burn off her clit, but the instant the fire touched her down there her whole body convulsed. It was like she went into a fit. She screamed, shook, and kicked.

I let go and watched as she kicked at the floor with her feet until she had managed to back her self up to the bathtub. I laughed at her. "Look at me," I said.

Her right eye was swollen shut but the left one locked onto me. It burned with hatred and fear. "Oh baby," I said. "You are such a loverly cunt."

"Let me go," croaked Katie-Jane.

"No," I laughed at her.

With a grin that spread across my face I grabbed the knife from the top of the toilet where I had left it. I spun around to brandish the blade at the child. The poor helpless little girl kicked at the floor trying to back herself further away from me. "No!" she cried. "Don't kill meee!"

Without a word I lunged at the child. She shrieked and dove under me. She tried to scramble towards the door but with her hands tied she only managed to fall flat on her face. I was pissed off to say the least. I grabbed her leg and pulled her to me. Rolling her onto her back I placed a knee on her tummy to keep her in place. I held the knife above her eyes. The thought of killing her then crossed my mind but it just seemed too easy. Too easy for her that is.

I lit the lighter and held it above her face Her good eye widened, until she had the look of a frightened little bunny. I held the blade to the

I lit the lighter and held it above her face. Her good eye widened, until she had the look of a frightened animal. I placed the tip of the blade unto the flame and let her watch it heat up. I left it here for almost a minute and then lowered the heated blade towards her face. Poor Katie-Jane was petrified with fear. It was probably just as well, I didn't want to take her good eye out. I pressed the knife against the cheekbone. "Ah-ahhhh!" she screamed. I pulled the knife away quickly and she threw her head about violently.

I let her fit and just laid the searing hot blade across the small pink nub of her right nipple. The child's entire body went stiff for one moment and then she started to convulse. I laughed as she bucked under me and held the knife back to the flame again. I let it heat up again and then used it to slice a deep cut through her left nipple. The blade was hot enough that the wound cauterised as it opened. Although it obviously hurt the poor little dear. By the way she screamed and struggled you would have thought I was killing it. I increased the weight I was putting on her tummy to keep her still while she thrashed about like an injured beast.

The poor little eight year old girl soon calmed down. I however was all but calm. My cock stood as stiff now as it had when I first got into this child's knickers. I stood up, dragging the little girl up with me. I threw her against the sink and watched as she struggled to stay on her feet. Without the use of her hands all she could do was to bend over it her face deep in the basin. "P-p-please s-s-s," blubbered the girl. "S-stop it."

I grabbed hold of her arse and squeezed the sore cheeks. Katie-Jane yelled in pain as I crushed and moved the bruises that coated the child's bum. I looked around for something to use to lubricate her. Something a little better than my spit. I grabbed the bottle of baby-oil from the cabinet on the wall beside me. Popping up the cap I pressed the nozzle between her buttocks and squeezed half the bottle out. "Ohh," gasped the child. "What are you doing."

Most of the oil spilled out down her legs, but enough remained for me to rub into her backside. "You should be thanking me," I told her. "Buggering you would hurt a lot more if I didn't do this."

"Don't bugger me," sobbed the child.

"You don't even know what it is," I snorted.

"I don't care," cried the little girl. "I don't want it."

I pressed her head down hard into the basin. "Well that is tough," I said.

I slotted my cock in between her tight arse crack, sliding tit through the oil until I found her tight little hole. I pressed in hard. It was so tight it actually hurt for me to squeeze my cock though it, albeit not nearly as much as it hurt her. As her young arsehole distended around my fat man-cock she howled with agony. "Oh god," she screamed. "Take it out... too big... take it out."

To hear a little girl scream in anguish as you rape her tiny little bum-hole is nothing short of heavenly. I fucked into it as hard as the tight ring of muscle was allowed. I read somewhere once that you could rupture a child's rectum if you fucked her anus too hard. That is what I wanted to do. It was painfully hard to build up a decent rhythm but it felt good. The eight year old Katie-Jane however didn't like it one bit. Her screams and cries echoed in my head.

It soon came clear that her arsehole was just too tight for me to ram in hard enough, not without causing myself great pain anyway, so I pulled it out. I must admit I was somewhat chuffed to see the blood trickle out and down her leg. When I let go of her hips the child collapsed to the floor in a heap. So nice. I wanted to cum but, before that, I wanted her to suffer and I wanted her to die.

I took my knife again and pulled the little bitch over onto her back. Without hesitation I slashed at her chest. The instant she realised what was happening she screamed, "No!"

The cut wasn't deep, and it was in no way serious, but it was long long, and spread from her left nipple right down to her abdomen. The blood seeped out. I laughed at her and turned the knife in my hand and stabbed it down into her fleshy thigh. The child froze and screamed once again. I turned the knife and yanked it out. The blood quickly pooled in the open wound. I knew roughly where the arteries were and knew where not to cut or stab. I giggled and started top make small but deep incisions all over her belly and chest. I paid speial attention to her lovely nipples slicing one in two and cutting under the second so that it hung on only by a scrap of flesh.

I turned my attention to her loverly pussy. Pressing the tip of the knife at the tiny hole, I started to push it in. Ever so slowly I penetrated the tiny cunt with the big knife. She squirmed about and screamed. I couldn't be bothered to try and stop her, I didn't care how much damage she did to herself by moving about on the knife. The blood started to pour out of her. Not at a life threatening pace in itself, nor was it particularly not life threatening for the next few minutes. However, combined with her other cuts, I was worried she might die before I had a chance to kill her.

I picked up my lighter and struck a flame. The only choice was to cauterise the others. I took great pleasure in holding the flame to the skin and watching her flesh blister and wrinkle. I could smell it burning, oh god what a turn on. She was no longer screaming. A quiet moan passed her lips until the flame touched her skin then she would scream. The most fun was had when I burned her nipples. I pressed the two halves of her right teat together and applied the flame.

She bucked and screamed under me. Her entire body convulsed with the pain. I dreaded to think of what she was doing to her cunt. The knife must have been cutting her to ribbons. Dreaded was the wrong word, I loved the idea. Still holding the flame to her I reached back and pushed the knife in another inch. Just a precautionary measure.

I turned back and grinned when I saw her charing nipple. Having some heart I took the flame away and turned my attention to the other one. There was no way I could fix that back on. I reached down and grabbed the part-severed nipple. It was slippery with blood but I was able to get enough of a grip in order to tear the morsel of flesh from the child's chest. She screamed and cried just a little She had no strength left to put up much of an effort. She looked very sleepy. Probably from loss of blood.

I placed the flame to the opened chest wound and watched as it slowly sealed it. I burned the nipple until it was black. Burnt blood rather than charred flesh but it looked cool nonetheless. I stood up and pulled the knife from her cunt. Blood spilled out after it. Still okay, not a great deal of loss down there. It didn't matter as long as she was alive for now. I picked her up and dropped her into the bathtub. Water sloshed over the sides flooding the floor. I didn't have time to care.

After kicking off my shoes, I climbed in with her and pulled her head up above the water. I kneeled down between her legs and pushed my cock in up against her cunt. The water had turned pink already from the blood. It actually looked quite pretty. All of that was washed away from my thoughts as I pushed into her. Hot with blood and still so tight. I grabbed the little girls head and, holding on with both hands I pushed it under the water.

Where she found the energy to fight I'll never know but she did. She kicked and thrashed and wriggled and squirmed. Although to no avail, it felt fucking great! Just to see the panic on her face as I fucked into the drowning whore was magnificent. A panicked child so scared of the death it now faced. I was sure she could see me through the water grinning at her as I fucked into that cunt as hard as I could.

After a minute I pulled her head above the water to let her gulp down a couple more breaths before pushing her back under. My intentions were only to prolong her suffering for time it took me to get off. When her head plunged back into the bloody water her fighting started strong again. This time coupled with involuntary thrashing from her limbs. It was all too much. I pumped into the eight year old.

I stared at her downing beneath me and I drove in harder. I could feel my balls tightening and see her eyes rolling into her skull. "Oh fuck yes!" I cried.

She no longer fought me, but her body spasamed. I couldn't help myself, I exploded into her, and then collapsed on top of the small child. I took a minute to catch my breath. When I saw the lump of shit floating in the water I decided to climb out. The little whore had shit herself. I stared at her, the small eight year old girl laying motionless under the water one eye was swollen shut and the other stared directly at me. As I moved towards the shower unit the eye seemed to follow me, though in reality it didn't move at all. It is kind of cool how things can do that. I laughed to myself and then cleaned up.

I took a hot shower and got myself dressed. It took me quarter of an hour at least. The girl was dead there was no doubt about it. I reached into the bath and pulled out her head by its hair. Using my fingers I pried open its mouth. Dead or otherwise this child was making me as horny as hell. I rubbed my stiff cock over her face and then pushed it into her mouth. It wasn't as good as it had been when she was alive but it was better than giving myself a hand job. I fucked in down her throat. I had to laugh I was using a dead child to masturbate myself...

I slit her throat when I was finished, I'm not sure why, just to spite her I think; or to see the pretty colour it turned the water. I left the body there in the bath for Mummy to fins when she got home. I literally ran from the house; the implications of my actions finally sinking, in now that my cock had its fill of baby cunt and murder.

The first place I went was home, but only to pack what I could in as short a time as I could, within a few hours I had gone under the Channel and got off the train in Paris. From there I took the first flight into Spain, and then across the Mediterranean into North Africa. I needed a place to hang while I decided what I would do and where I would go, and I wanted to make it as hard as I could to stop people following me.

When you commit a crime of opportunity, and especially if you leave a crime scene like did, you are left with two choices. Go to prison or to disappear.

I chose to disappear.

The End