After I had five on each breast, I stopped placing clamps and rubbed her stomach as I monitored her reaction. Her tender young face was awash in pain and pleasure as she concentrated on her snatch and the good feelings down there. Higher and lower I turned the power to the vibrator as Kimmy started approaching an orgasm.

She was panting and a sheen of sweat broke out on her whole body as the abuse started having it's intended affect. Kimmys leg muscles were flexing as she tried to stimulate her pussy more than the dildo was doing for her.

I slowly turned the power to the vibrator down as I slowly attached another clamp right on top of the first clamp on her nipple.

"OH!" she gasped. "Urg! OOOhh!" she groaned again as I slowly increased her pain and turned the vibrator off. "OH! OHH! AEEIIIIiiiii!" young Kimmy screamed as I squeezed the double clamp together with my fingers. "Ah! AaaHhhh!" she continued to groan as I slowly increased her pain by twisting the clamp.

Harder and harder I squeezed and twisted while closer and closer Kimmy came to orgasm. until finally, she bucked and stretched and screamed and stretched again as the most powerful feeling her young body had ever felt took hold of her and shook her to her very soul.

Her whole body twitched and shuddered as I released the clamp and turned the vibrator on to full power. I quickly removed all of the clamps while she was still in the throes of ecstasy.

Young Kimmys body jerked and thrashed about for about two minutes as every ounce of her strength was converted into pleasure and drained from her body. I removed the probe from her sopping wet vagina and just sat there with a smile on my face as Kimmy caught her breath. I let her rest for about 1/2 hour as I watched her come to terms with this new feeling she had discovered that day.

"Did you like that?" I asked. After I had changed video tapes. "I, uh" She started before I interrupted "Of course you did dear, nothing to feel ashamed of. Sometimes pain feels good. Sometimes it feels good to give it, and sometimes it feels good to receive it. Don't you agree?" I asked as I strapped her legs back into place at the foot of the table. "But, Now that you've experienced pain that YOU enjoy, it's time for some more pain that I like to give. unless you have decided to talk little girl....

"Please, you have the wrong girl! I don't know anything! I can't take any more!" she sobbed as I started attaching the wires.

"Oh, Who should I have here then huh? who should I ask about my stuff? you are lying to me." I told her while I finished the hookup and started the calibration routine.

"I would tell you if I knew! I would help you any way I could! But I don't know anything." Kimmy cried.

"Well, we'll see if this helps your memory dear. I thought that a little pleasure would get you to cooperate with me, but, I see that I was wrong." as I set the machine to 25 % and pushed the start button.

"AAiiieeeee!" Kimmy screamed and the first voltages entered her young and tender body. "EEEiiiiiiiAAAaaaa!" she cried again. "Maybe I should ask your friends where my stuff is huh?" I ventured. "Ah, Ah Yes. ask them! I don't know, I don't KnoAAEEIIIII!"

"Well, you are here Kimmy, your friends aren't so I guess that you need to talk." I told her. I turned the power up to 50% and watched for about 15 minutes as Kimmy thrashed about and gave my machine a workout.

She kept saying that She didn't know and to ask the other girls.

"Maybe you don't know." I said. "I don't I REALLY DON'T Kimmy gasped as her body continued to take abuse. "How would I get them here to talk to them?" I asked Kimmy as I turned and left the basement.

I had to get the stuff from the hardware store. The machine would keep young Kimmy entertained until I got back. I had it set for 1 hour and 50 minutes. It would stop in about an hour and a half, when it was done.

I would watch it later from the video tape. I bought some lumber and a box of long wood screws. and some other things including a box of 12 blank video tapes.

When I came back, the machine had stopped. Kimmy was laying on the table exhausted from her ordeal. "How am I going to get my stuff back?" I asked Kimmy.

"I'll help you" she replied weakly.

"Good answer, we can put you to work and help pay off what you owe me." I said as I unhooked her from the machine, bathed her and took her back to bed.

Later that night, after Kimmy recovered sufficiently from her ordeal, We started planning how we were going to grab those two rotten bitches that would let Kimmy suffer for something they did. Over the next week, Kimmy and I talked about the things we would do to those bitches even if they came right out and told us what we wanted to know. After all, They should pay for how they treated Kimmy. Letting her scream in agony for a week while they had fun and stole more stuff. We just HAD to put a stop to what they were doing.

Kimmy and I built a rack, it was 8 feet long and 4 feet wide. At the foot, there was a 4x4 mounted. Through the 4x4, a rope ran from a leather ankle cuff through the 4x4, along the width of the foot piece and back through a hole to another ankle cuff. At the head there was a similar rope attached to leather wrist cuffs. the center of this rope was attached to two turnbuckles and an inline 1 ton scale. This led to a hand ratcheting winch.

We also built 3 sets of stocks. These were made from 2x6's. The bottom piece had two cutouts for the victims ankles. Then the second piece would swing shut on it's hinge and latch with a locking hasp. These where attached to 5 ft 2 X 4's that ran from the feet to just behind the victims ass.

There were also 2x4's connecting the long 5 ft pieces underneath. This would hold the victim if I were to suspend the whole thing from the ceiling but would allow access to the backs of the legs and ass areas. The neck/ wrist assembly fit onto these 5 ft. 2x4's. This part could be adjusted to fit the victim. The Victim would sit on the floor and place their feet in the stocks. the wrist/neck piece could be attached first if needed and then pulled and stretched towards the feet and secured.

There was also a board the fit above the knees to keep the legs straight. This design left the victims back exposed. I made all the cutouts except the neck in the shape of V's, this way I could adjust for smaller victims by placing a spacer block under the cutout.

"Time to test it!" I announced as I lifted Kimmys Tee-shirt over her head. She knew better that to resist as I sat her down and placed her tender feet into the stocks. I then held up the next section and had Kimmy place her neck and both wrists into their slots. I swung it shut, latched it and pulling just a little forward, secured it to the two 2x4's at just below Kimmys knees. "How does it feel Kimmy? A little cramped is it? good."

"I noticed that you are ticklish." I said as lay down near her feet. Kimmys toes curled and uncurled as I softly stroked her tender soles. She struggled even though she knew it would do no good. She was jerking with her head and wrists, trying to stop the tickle torture I was inflicting on her feet. I then reached under her armpits and really got her going.

After about an hour of this I asked Kimmy if she would rather be tickled for another hour or have clamps put on her tities while she was having her feet burned. She chose the clamps and burning. I told her that we would save the rough stuff for the other girls and I that I appreciated her help. It was 20 minutes before Kimmy recovered enough to continue working.

We also cleaned out one of my rooms in the basement to use as a dungeon. In here, we mounted chains to the walls and ceiling. While Kimmy mostly worked on the dungeon, I had some electrical work to do. I pulled out my old exercise equiptment. I had a treadmill, An all in one Soloflex type bench press and, An exercise bike. I attached a heavy rope to the ceiling also.

It wasn't really high because even though my basement had 8 &1/2 foot ceilings and I had to use a chair to attach things, It was only 8 & 1/2 feet. But it would do for my purposes. I built a signal processing device and attached it to the computerized torture table. I then attached sensors to the exercise equipment and put a small push-button on the ceiling 2 feet from the rope. The top of rope button was designed to prove that a child had climbed the rope. the treadmill and bike sensors sent a signal when 10 miles per hour was maintained. The Bench press, because it was an all-in-one unit, had a magnet/reed switch sensor that would signal a full stroke

Then, we were ready.

We drove the 30 miles in silence. Kimmy and I had already cruised the neighborhood so we knew what to do. After dirtying up the car and obscuring the license plates, I drove up to one of the abandoned houses and pulled into the driveway. I then walked to the door and opened it. I had already made sure that the door would open. I went to the garage and pushed the button for the automatic door opener and pulled the car inside. Once inside, I unloaded the card table and other stuff. We put the ice cream in the freezer and set the paper plates out on the folding card table.

Then Kimmy and I got back in the car and left. We went to the area where I had taken the pictures a week before. As we watched, the kids came by on their way home from school. We pulled up next to them, rolled down the window and told them that we had just moved into the house at the end of the street and would they like to stop by for some ice cream? They would? great!

We were just going to the store to get bedsheets and stuff but that could wait until we had met our new neighbors... I parked the car and closed the garage door. we went inside and waited. They didn't all come at the same time. first there was 2 boys seven & nine years old.

No one else was coming so I took them to wash up. I led them into the back bedroom and used the stungun to take the fight out of them. I used prepared nylon ties and gags to tie their hands and feet and to keep them quiet while I waited for the others. As I was leaving the back bedroom, the next victim arrived, she was about 10 years old and had her little sister with her. "Hi, my name is Jack, how old are you? .. Six huh. well come on back and I'll show you were to wash up before we start eating the ice cream."

Two more down. But the two we were looking for weren't here yet, oh! here they come now. I was dishing up ice cream as the two girls came in with three boys from the neighborhood. introductions went around as we ate. 3 minutes later a seven year old girl arrived with her 5 year old sister. I handed bowls of ice cream to them as we continued to talk about us just moving in from Portland. the 14 year old "Cristy" was kind of hopping from foot to foot so I showed her where the bathroom was, The 15 year old came also.

As I opened the door to the back bedroom I went in and stepped aside while pointing to the back where the bathroom was. the first girl saw the bond forms laying on the floor and stopped just when I hit her in the gut.

As she dropped to her knees I hit the other one and closed the door. I had gags on them before they could catch their breath. I then tied their wrists and ankles.

This was getting out of hand, I had too many kids! "Hey! where are the others?" I asked as I walked back to the kitchen area. "You three boys, go invite some more kids. we have plenty of ice cream. Take yours with you."

They went leaving the 5 & 7 year old girls. I went to the back room and got 4 sets of my prepared bondage equiptment. I returned to the living room and looked out the window and saw that no one was coming yet. I quickly zapped and bound the two girls with Kimmy's help and took them out to the car. I placed them on the floor in the back seat because of their size. I then returned to the house and started carrying the other children. I got the 15 & 16 year olds first and laid them down in the trunk. I went back in the house as a 17 year old beauty arrived looking for the 5 year old whom she was babysitting. " she's in the bathroom washing up I told her as I looked out the window.

Slam! Right in the stomach and she was mine too. In the trunk she went as I hurried to get the rest of them. After stuffing the last one into the trunk I took Kimmy by the hand and led her to the car. I left the garage door open as I left the house. I saw 4 children coming up to the house, so I stopped and told them that

I had to run to the store for some cookies and to go ahead and dig in and help themselves until we came back. As they headed into the house, I headed out of the neighborhood and back toward home.

Man! Nine children! 2 boys 7 & 9 years old. Three YOUNG girls 5, 6 &7 years old. A ten year old, the 14 & 15 year olds and of course the 17 year old babysitter.

I wasn't quite prepared to explain what I was doing with 9 trussed up bodies in my car so after a quiet stop at a self serve car wash, I drove the 30 miles carefully until I reached the house. Once there I put Kimmy to work in the dungeon.

As I brought each one down to her, her job was to cut the nylon ties loose, take each one to the bathroom using the stungun if necessary, then she was to use handcuffs to secure each one to a chain in the dungeon. Luck was with me as I counted the sets of handcuffs - I had enough. Kimmy was told not to talk to them and as I lifted each one from the trunk, I told them that they were being held until I found the one who took my stuff and that if they spoke out of turn they would be punished. It took an hour to get them all down there and secured. But finally it was done. The 17 year old was last and I handled her myself. I stood with Kimmy and inspected our group. They all looked scared and several of them were crying. I told them to shut up and when they didn't I told Kimmy to make them be quiet.

She didn't know what to do so I suggested that she put a gag on the noisy ones and then use the stungun to punish them until they were quiet.

Kimmy was nervous at first but as she was working on her second child I came up behind her and rubbed her shoulders and patted her butt. This seem to put her at ease and she renewed her efforts with gusto.

"When the master says SHUT UP. he means SHUT UP!" Kimmy would say to them as she pressed the stungun into their faces or their crotches. Finally there was just some general whimpering and I made my speech

"You are all here because some of you have been stealing from the store I own and you will all be here until I get my stuff back! Do you understand?" "You will not speak unless spoken to, or you will be punished." I went to each one and asked if they understood. They all seemed to.

"Now get some sleep. We'll have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." I said as I started to leave.

"But it's cold! and I'm hungry!" cried the 6 year old.

"What's your name little one? Mary? And what's your name?" I asked the 5 year old sitting next to her.

"Julie? Well, Mary, why don't you behave yourself like Julie and just go to sleep" "Because I'm cold and hungry and this floor is hard and dirty."

I left the room and returned with some rope. I ran two lines through a couple of eyebolts three feet apart in the ceiling and let them hang about 2 feet from the floor. The other ends I tied to a hand ratcheting winch and hooked it to an eyebolt in the wall. I then produced the radiator hose clamps.

"Mary, It's time for your punishment now." I told the frightened child as I unlocked her from the chain.

"No! I'm sorry! I'll be good!" Mary pleaded as I started unbuttoning her shirt.

"Too late for that my dear" I explained as I wrestled her out of her shirt.

She was a cutie all right. she had brown hair framing her angelic face, and smooth tan skin broken only by her two cute little bud like nipples sticking out of her otherwise smooth chest.

I held her in my arms as I maneuvered her arm behind her back. She felt wonderful as she struggled.

However, her screaming was starting to get to me. "Kimmy! put a gag on this bitch will you please" I directed as I looped two hose clamps together and slid one of the loops over Marys right thumb.

As Kimmy awkwardly placed a ball gag on this 6 year old child, I used a screwdriver to tighten the hose clamp around Marys thumb just behind the knuckle. I tightened it enough so that it wouldn't slip off but not tight enough to cause severe pain. that would come later for this noisy child.

I had Kimmy hold her other arm while I attached a hose clamp pair around Marys left thumb. I then inspected my work. Young Mary, stripped to the waist, shivering slightly with the cold looking at the rings around her thumbs. She was probably wondering what they were for....

I reached up and took one of the ropes and tied it though the hose clamp that was attached to Marys thumb. I did the same with the other one. Then I went to the wall and took up the slack in the ropes. Marys eyes went wide as she realized what I was going to do. Mary was now standing with her cute little arms in the air, almost as high as she could reach.

"Now, Mary, Time to get undressed." I said

I removed her shoes and socks first. Mary had to balance on one foot while I worked.

"I wonder if you are ticklish?" I asked as I gently stroked the bottom of her tender young foot. Yes, Mary was ticklish I realized as Mary kicked and strained and caused herself pain by pulling down with her arms.

I stopped ticking her foot and watched her form for awhile. Then I unbuttoned her pants and slowly slid them down her supple legs to the floor.

I had her step out of them and immediately went for her panties. I cupped her round buttocks in my hands and caressed them for a minute before hooking my thumbs into her waist band and slid this last bit of protection from Marys helpless young body.

Mary looked beautiful! her smooth skin glowing in weak lighting cast from a single bare overhead bulb. Her pouting pussy lips were larger than I expected for a child this age and I ran my hand up her leg to her snatch. She tried to back away but had nowhere to go. I caressed her snatch for awhile.

Mary stood there sobbing through her gag. I stood up and removed the gag because ticking someone is no fun if you can't hear them trying to scream. Placing my hands on each side of her chest, I pressed my thumbs into her tender young armpits and just held them while Marys own struggling got her started.

"He, he, oh! stop it! oh! ah. No! don't hurt me! ah aaahh, ohh" Mary laughed while I started digging my thumbs into her flesh. She was bucking and pulling her arms down and screaming in pain when she had the breath.

I worked on her armpits and sides and the backs of her legs while she struggled. After about 5 minutes, Mary wasn't reacting as much to the ticking so I stopped and let her rest a bit. After 5 minutes I went to the strap and clicked it tighter until she had to stand on her tip toes to relieve the pain racing down her arms from her thumbs.

"Would you rather sleep on the dirty cold floor? Or would you rather sleep standing up?" I asked Mary as I watched the tendons in her naked legs flex with her attempts to stay on her tip toes. The strain was showing in her young face as she screwed up her features with the effort.

I needed a picture of this so I got the still camera and snapped a few. I had forgotten the video camera but suddenly, I had an idea. "Kimmy go get the camera will you honey?" I played with Mary while Kimmy scooted out on her errand.

When Kimmy returned, I showed her how to operate the camera and told her to film everything that happened to Mary. Meanwhile Mary was not having fun. Her panting cries for mercy had turned into screams of pain as her legs weakened and could no longer keep the pressure off of her thumbs. Spittle was running down her slim body as she screamed in pain.

Kimmy was obediently filming and the other children were staring in shocked concern as I went to the ratchet and slowly tightened the rope so that Marys little body was lifted off of the floor. One good thing about torturing children I realized, is that their lightweight little bodies can take abuse that would tear the limbs off of an adult. Poor Mary was now kicking her legs and screaming to be let down But that was not to come yet.

A thin trail of blood was flowing from her right thumb, down her arm and was just reaching her elbow. I watched Marys body react to this torture the way a mother might watch her child run a race. I wanted to share every moment, every emotion and every pain as her body trembled and her legs kicked uselessly.

I reached out and squeezed Marys buttocks with both hands. Her reaction took me by surprise. She wrapped both of her legs around my chest and held me tightly.

I let her use me for support as I licked my finger and sent it to explore young Marys asshole. It was a fine asshole as assholes go. There wasn't much resistance as I slid my finger in and out.

While I was doing this I kissed Mary on the lips. It wasn't easy because she was still screaming, but I continued to kiss her and my tongue searched out her tongue between screams. The distraction seemed to help Mary because she wasn't screaming as much now. I turned my hand and started exploring Marys young pussy with my thumb while my finger continued to play with her anus. It felt slick as I slid it along the inner sides of her young folds.

I turned my hand to get better leverage and started pinching into both her Pussy and anus with my thumb and forefinger. I was trying to stick my thumb into her vagina but I couldn't find the opening.

I needed more leverage I realized as I slid my middle finger into her ass as well and groped and pinched the way you would pick up a 6 pack of beer. Mary was not liking this but who asked her anyway?

Finally, I got a good grip and I felt my thumb enter her love canal. I pinched and groped until my fingers got tired and then stopped. I let Mary hang again as I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Even over the water I could hear Marys renewed cries of pain. I gathered up an electric cord and returned to the dungeon.

The dungeon was designed as a sleeping area for victims waiting to be tortured but, an example needed to be made, and Mary was it tonight. When I entered the room, there was a hush from the kids as they saw the electric cord in my hand. They probably thought that I was going to plug it in and electrocute young Mary as she hung, suspended from the ceiling by her thumbs. No way! I have more class that that.

I doubled the cord over twice and held one end as I approached my victim. Poor Mary was hanging still, trying to scream but only getting out a wavering whine.

The blood from her thumb was starting to dry but had now flowed onto her chest. There was a little blood on her legs as well from another source. I had slowly gotten aroused by what I was doing to Mary. My penis was rock hard as I pulled back the electric cord and swung it with all my strength at Marys waist.

"EEEaaaaiiiii" she wailed as I pulled back for another swing. Eiiiaaaahhhh" she screamed again and again as I whipped her back, tummy, ass, and legs.

The legs were the best, a good swing would cause the cord to completely encircle her thigh.

The pain would cause her whole body to jerk and of course, she was now finding the strength to give a decent scream. I whipped her as hard as I could. I wanted her to pass out from the pain.

Harder and harder I whipped her defenseless body as it hung from the ceiling. Louder and louder she screamed as her 6 year old body absorbed the pain. Finally, My arm got tired so I stopped. Mary hung there screaming her little head off as blood flowed from both thumbs and dripped onto the floor.

Kimmy was still filming like a good little girl. I let Mary hang for a few minutes while I ran another rope through the eyebolt in the shower. When I came back, Mary was just hanging still, whimpering. I loosened the ratchet and lowered her abused body to the floor. I then cut the ropes attached to her thumbs and carried her into the shower.

Mary started screaming again with fear as I threaded the new rope into both thumb clamps and tightened the rope so that she was again standing but with her arms just a little bit over her head. I turned on the cold water and sprayed this child off. She could barley stand and to keep her balance, she had to pull on the rope attached to her thumbs. At least I left some slack so that she was able to grab the rope itself.

I toweled Mary off and carried her to a table where I removed the clamps from her thumbs. They weren't hurt to bad, just the skin had broken where the metal band met the bony part of the joints. I wrapped her injures with gauze and tape then looked at the rest of her body. She looked like a red zebra from the shoulders down with all the crisscrossing stripes and all, but the skin wasn't broken.

I placed a hand between her legs and felt her young snatch as I inspected her body.

Kimmy had followed me during this. Still filming because I hadn't told her to stop. "Kimmy, do you think we should put her back in the room on the floor? or should we put her in the stocks for tonight or is there somewhere else she can sleep?"

"Well, I ,..I think...." Kimmy stammered

"It's OK, go ahead and tell me" I prompted with a gentle voice.

"I think you should put the little bitch in the stocks and burn her feet while clamping her titties." Kimmy said boldly. I think Kimmy was a bit jealous because I was playing with this child's sexual parts.

"OK. Put the Mary in the stocks while I get the tools. But you will need to help me." I said as Kimmy pulled 6 year old Mary towards the stocks.

I estimated the sizes of Marys wrists and ankles and placed spacer blocks on the stocks to press her limbs firmly into the holes. I returned to my workarea and took 3 Visegrip pliers and adjusted them so that there was only about a millimeter of space left when they closed.

I then took a 4" wide pair of visegrips that was made for holding sheetmetal together and made the space about 1/8 inch.

I then grabbed an old low wattage soldering iron and went to where Kimmy was struggling with Mary. I set the tools down and grabbed Mary and held her while Kimmy secured her feet.

I placed the block above her knees to keep them straight. We then both held her while I forced her head and wrists into the upper part of the stocks and secured it as close to her feet as we could stretch this child.

Young Mary was sitting with the backs of her thighs resting on a crosspiece with her supple young body bent over with her head between her knees and ankles. Marys lower jaw was being pulled forward because her head was in the cutout while her body was stretched by her position. It was just as well, I was going deaf from all the screaming going on around there.

I took a minute to place a fresh tape into the camcorder and started the recording.

"How are you doing? are you ready for more punishment?" I asked this whimpering child as I caressed her exposed back. "Hand me one of those pliers honey." I directed Kimmy as Young Mary started screaming. Of course all that came out was a kind of muffled whine from this six year old zebra child.

I carefully gathered up the skin around Mary's right nipple as I slowly closed the visegrips around her whole areola. The muscles on Marys back were straining with her efforts to escape. As the jaws got a good grip on Mary's tit I paused and explained to Kimmy that because we left some space in the tool we could torture this girl for a long time without completely crushing the skin.

Crushing the skin would cause bleeding and would destroy the nerve endings and we didn't want that because it wouldn't hurt her anymore. I began to slowly close the visegrips as I watched Mary's reaction.

Mary started out by straining against her bonds. Her red striped back twisted and pulled as her shoulders tried to raise her head and arms up from their cramped position. She was screaming in pain but in a bubbling sort of whine that sounded like a trapped animal. As the pain increased, Marys whole body shivered and sweat broke out on her back. I continued to squeeze the pliers slowly closed, pausing now and then to let Mary absorb the pain. "You see, Kimmy. We are milking the pain from her body. see how much pain she had stored in her breast? imagine what the rest of her body holds." I lectured Kimmy as I closed the visegrips the last little bit.

I let the pliers hang free as I put my arms around Kimmy and we both watched Mary deal with her torment. "Do you want to do the next tit?" I asked Kimmy as I plugged the soldering iron into the outlet.

"Sure." Kimmy said. I told her to watch Mary react while slowly increasing the pressure. That way she would know how much to squeeze.

Sweat was dripping off of Marys nose as Kimmy started clamping her other breast. Poor Mary just sat there and squealed in absolute agony as her body was assaulted from this new area.

I was starting to get hot and slipped a hand between Kimmys legs as I watched her torture her victim.

After about five minutes, Kimmy had placed the second set of pliers on this child and was now slowly twisting it. I looked into Marys face but could not even imagine how much pain she was experiencing, she seemed to exist only as pain and nothing else.

We watched Mary for a few minutes and then I started in on her sides with the wide visegrips while Kimmy used the soldering iron on her tender young feet.

We tortured Mary for an hour before I asked Kimmy if she would like to stop. Kimmy said no.

I told Kimmy that it was close to midnight and that I was tired and was going to bed but that she could stay up if she wanted to continue playing with Mary. "Just don't kill her I said. " I don't care what she looks like, or how she smells or even if she has a nose to smell with. Just keep her alive! If you kill her I will do the same thing to you. OK Honey?"

I told Kimmy that she could use a winch and rise Mary into the air if she wanted.

That done, I entered the dungeon, unlocked the 17 year old and told her that she was going to have sex with me that night and asked her if she had a problem with that. No. OK. strip. She slowly removed her clothing as I and the rest of the kids watched. She was pretty. Long blonde hair and a full figure.

After having Kimmy as a sex partner so often, I was ready for a change. I took her hand and led her naked body past Kimmy who had stopped working on Mary and watched us go into the shower area.

I stripped out of my clothes and asked her what her name was. Her name was Becky. I soaped her up and had her do the same for me and we went up stairs to bed.

I asked her if she was a virgin and she hesitated before revealing that she was sexually experienced. I told her that it would be to her advantage to use all of her talents to please me because I could make her life pleasurable or painful. her choice.

The following morning Becky and I came back downstairs. I knew something was wrong because Kimmy was looking at me with frightened eyes. I went over to Mary as Kimmy said "I didn't mean to do it master. I tried not to kill her."

"How long did you torture her until she died." I demanded.

" Until 4:35, but I didn't mean to!" Kimmy sobbed

I was surprised and looked around until I spotted the clock on the wall. I had forgotten that it was there. All this time, I would look at my watch to check the time. Oh well!

I looked at Mary. She was dead alright. Her body was still in the stocks. but Kimmy had attached a rope to the foot piece and raised Mary until her ass was off the ground. Her young face was locked in a mask of torment. Her eyebrows were knitted together and I rubbed her forehead and felt the muscles causing the wrinkles but it stayed like that.

The poor girl must have been in incredible pain for her facial muscle to be locked like that. There were horrible burns all over her body, especially her crotch. Her pussy looked like a hot soldering iron had been slowly shoved up her cunt.

It looked like her pussy lips were burned completely off. There were welts all over her thighs from the vise grips. All of her fingers and toes were crushed beyond recognition except the thumb and half of the forefinger of her left hand.

"4:35? You tortured this girl for 4 & 1/2 hours? I asked

"Yes," Kimmy answered looking down.

"You were crushing her fingers when she died?"

"Yes, she just stopped. no crying, no moving, no anything. She just stopped." She said.

I turned and handed Becky a key. "Go get the two older girls, will you please?"

She hurried off on her errand while I lowered Young Mary's body to the floor. I was interrupted by the sounds of struggling and screaming. I turned to see what the problem was. Becky and the 15 year old were trying to calm the 14 year old who did not want to have anything to do with entering the same room I was in.

"NNnnoooooo!" she cried out as she tried to bolt back into the dungeon. The other girls held her and looked nervously at me as I approached.

"Hold her up here. Put her arms back and show me her face." I ordered the two girls as I drew back my hand and slapped the girl across the face.

"Are you done with your screaming?" I asked "Good! Now listen up. Kimmy here has disobeyed orders and killed Mary. We need to punish her for that. But she is also my assistant so we can't hurt her too badly, understand?"

They nodded their heads. "Smack!" was the sound as I struck the 14 year old again.

"And when I send for your ass, your ass had better come, and come quickly!" I shouted at her terrified face.

The Shoplifter Part 4

"You will all remove your clothing for me now." I demanded as they looked at each other and started to undress

"You two, run some rope through those eyebolts there and there. use the chair." I directed as the 14 & 15 year old went to do my bidding. I pulled up another chair and ran rope through 2 other eyebolts in case they were needed. When all the ropes were ready, I attached leather wrist cuffs to all of them and connected them to ratchets on the wall.

I had them put Kimmy into one pair as I went to get my caning pipe. It was 5 feet long and 1/4 inch round.

I paused to ratchet Kimmy to where her arms where stretched over her head but most of her weight was still on her feet.

"Now, We are going to 'cane' Kimmy. That means that we will beat her body from her thighs to her upper arms. no hitting the face. OK? "

"What's your name? Cristy? and yours? Pam? OK Cristy and Pam, You two and Becky will take turns and punish Kimmy for what she did to your friend over there." I said pointing to Mary's lifeless body still sitting in the stocks. "Go ahead Becky, start on her back, right above the hips." I said to the 17 year old as I stood back to watch.

Kimmy looked at Becky with just a slight apprehension. After all, how badly can this possibly hurt her after what she had already experienced.

Becky looked nervous as she glanced at me and then swung the pipe, striking Kimmy on her back. "Afffssstttt" Kimmy gasped as she absorbed the full impact of the..... Wait a minute! what was that supposed be?

"Uh, Becky? Becky darling, please hit Kimmy as hard as you can. really swing it OK?" I couched as Becky lined up for another swing.

"Uh! Ohhh." Kimmy gasped again as the pipe whistled.... Whistled? I didn't even hear it hit..

"Beckyyyyy. Pretend that you are at a baseball game and try to knock Kimmy out of the park. Do you think you can handle that?" I scolded as Becky planted her feet and prepared to swing.

"Ah!" Kimmy responded as the deadly, wicked looking torture tool arced in a graceful swing, connecting with it's target with a resounding... resounding... Ah fuck it!

"Stop! stop. stop. let me show you how it is done. I said as I approached Becky. Becky stepped aside and handed me the pipe. I passed it to Pam and said "Cristy! help me with Becky will you please?"

I took Becky by the arm and directed her towards the second set of cuffs. Becky suddenly pulled free and ran to the door leading upstairs.

The door was locked of course and Becky could only look at me and wait while I walked up to her and took her arm again. "Don't do that again or you will be sorry I told her as I took her to the cuffs. I had Cristy tighten one while I did the other.

Becky looked at me with genuine fear. Tears were streaming down her face as she prepared for her punishment. I glanced at Kimmy, She had an amused look. I guess girls wear out after awhile and the terror leaves them. No matter. I can think of new ways to terrorize these children. I took the pipe and prepared to swing. "Now when you cane someone, you need to be careful that the pipe doesn't hit any bones unless you want to break them.

With that I swung the pipe as hard as I could. "whoosh! it went as the deadly, wicked looking torture tool arced in a graceful swing, connecting with it's target with a resounding SMACK!

There was no sound from Becky as she stood there. Then, the pain seemed to catch up to her and her back arched and she let out a long painfilled scream that seemed to echo in the basement. At the end of her scream, her body collapsed as it shook with pain. She was no longer screaming but her mouth was open and her face was turning red and her lovely blue eyes - Blue eyes? does she have blue eyes?

I couldn't tell at this point because while her eyes were open, they had rolled back into her head as the eye lids fluttered.

She was trying to scream but could not control her body enough to take a breath. She hung like that for what seemed like minutes but was probably about 30 seconds.

Her legs were kicking and flexing and her arms pulled and released and I could see her stomach ripple as the muscles spasmed and knotted. Piss was spraying all around her as she lost control of her bladder.

"Huh! Huh! Huh. Huh, auuhhhh!" she managed after a minute as she hung there consumed in pain.

"Aiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she finally screamed as she took a breath. "Auuuuuhhhhh!" she screamed one more time as her feet slipped an slid in their efforts to stand.

"That's how we cane someone around here. You girls must be reading too many messages in Alt.torture. That must be why you are having trouble learning the ropes."

I glanced at Kimmy. She no longer looked so self confident as she stood there awaiting her turn.

Becky was still shaking and shuddering as her legs continued to try to support her weight.

I went over and tightened the ratchet enough so that Becky's feet were off the floor. I then prepared for my next strike.

"Oh no! NOOOO!" Becky breathed as I prepared to hit her again. "Noooooo! NooooSMACK!" as the second stroke landed in the same spot as the first.

"AAAAAIIIIIIIHhhhhhhhhhh.............." Becky wailed as her body gave out on her and she just hung there unconsience. I used the stun gun to wake her up. I really need to get some smelling salts or something. "Wakey Wakey my dear.. You have 8 more before you can sleep." I told her as she hung there consumed in agony.

Becky needed to rest, so I turned to Cristy and Pam. "Now, you two do Kimmy if you think you can handle it." I said as I handed them a broom handle, after all, I didn't want Kimmy dead.... yet..

Pam took the stick and with a quick glance at Mary's dead form she summoned her strength and swung at Kimmy's lower back. "Ahhh!" Kimmy cried as her legs raised a bit off the floor.

"Well, keep at it girls. punish her for what she did." I said as I settled back on a chair and watched. Pam started slowly. She was unsure of herself but I encouraged her and soon she was beating young Kimmy with a stroke every 5 seconds.

Some of them where hard ones too judging by the way Kimmy was screaming. after 5 minutes Pam handed the pipe to Cristy and told her to "Beat the bitch to death".

Cristy jumped right in and started wailing on poor Kimmy's chest and abdomen. While they were working I went to Becky and checked on her condition. Becky was able to stand now but her legs trembled and she appeared to be very weak. There was a large angry looking welt right in the middle of the small of her back. I it was tender to the touch and caused Becky pain when it was pressed. It was also starting the swell. I went to the dungeon and brought the 7 year old boy out. "What is your name?" I asked as if I really wanted another name to remember. "Tommy" He said as he shrank away from me.

"well Tommy, Becky is hurt and needs your help." I told him as I lead him to the shower area.

"take off your clothes because we need to clean you up some.

He looked down in shame as he stripped for me. I removed my clothes as well. I took Tommy into the shower area and turned on the hose. I sat down against the tile wall and pulled Tommy into my lap. We just sat still listening to Kimmy's now pitiful sounding screams as the water warmed up. I then began spraying Tommy's body and rubbing it with soap. I grew hard while I played with Tommy, Even though I'm not a homosexual, there is something about an innocent child's body that turns me on.

All done, I toweled Tommy off and led him back to the main room. Kimmy was hanging limp. Pam was striking her legs with the stick. Kimmy was covered from her shoulders to her knees with large bruises She was having trouble breathing and I suspected that some ribs were broken.

"OK girls. Kimmy's had enough. Lets take her down and put her in the dungeon. Kimmy had pissed herself during her beating and I was slightly concerned when I saw the pinkish color of it. I had Pam and Cristy drag Kimmy's still limp body in to the room and I attached a handcuff around her ankle and secured her to the wall. The 5, 7 & 10 Year old girls looked at us but did not dare speak. I noticed that the 7 year old was crossing her legs so I gave Pam a key and told her to make sure everyone had a shower and used the restroom.

I took Tommy to Becky and introduced him to Becky's body. I pointed out the snatch, the ass and the breasts. I told Tommy to put a nipple into his mouth and suck on it. "Most girls like to have their nipples licked and sucked." I told Tommy. "If you do a good job, Becky will let you suck her breasts and touch her pussy. What do you think about that?" "I dunno..." Was his reply. "Well, do a good job and check out her body" I ordered. I then explained What I wanted him to do. I gave him an ice pack and told Tommy to stand in front of Becky and put his arms around her so he could hold the ice pack against her sore back. "While you are at it you can lift your head a bit and kiss her nipple. She'll like that.

I checked on the rest of them. Pam had released them all and was talking to them about the shower routine as I approached.

"Aren't you girls even started yet?" I asked as I walked up to them.

"NOW!" Yelled Pam as she turned and launched herself at me.

Cristy also came at me as my first prison revolt began.

I knew that dominance and fear was what controlled in most relationships. therefore, I knew that if I could establish that I was dominate, the prisoners would meekly follow me.--- That was the theory anyway... I stepped to the side as Pam tried to tackle me. She got hold of my arm with one hand and we spun around as she screamed to the younger children to help. "Jump on him! Hurry! He'll kill us all!" she called out. Cristy had picked up the pipe and was preparing to swing it at me . The younger children were just milling about in fear because they didn't know what to do. Pam wrapped herself around me as she started to sink her teeth into the flesh of my arm.

"AHH!!! I screamed as the pain raced up my arm. I was also being pulled off balance as I watched for the pipe wielding one. Pam Continued to bite down with all her strength and I was starting to feel weak. I then saw Cristy start to swing the pipe at me.

She wasn't aiming for my head so I couldn't duck it. So, I gritted my teeth and stomped down on Pam's foot as pivoted around so that Pam was in the line of fire.

Whack! went the pipe as it connected to Pam's side. As Pam gasped in pain her teeth lost their grip on my arm, I slapped her aside and went after Cristy. Taking the pipe was easy. I then pressed it against her throat until she passed out. Then I grabbed Pam and knee'd her in the stomach and put her in a set of stocks. Cristy went into a set next to her.

Then I told the oldest boy Jimmy to take care of the little ones and to lock them back up when they had gone to the bathroom and taken a shower.

I went upstairs to tend to my wounds and to make a sample tape.

I went through the tapes I had taken and put the best five minutes of each onto another tape. I made sure that my face wasn't visible in any of them.

When I came to the one where Kimmy was torturing Mary, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I watched the tape and saw that Kimmy had taken the visegrips and slowly clamped down on Marys pussy lips. She then slowly twisted them and pulled the skin away. She would then grab another piece and do it again. putting the tape on fast forward I saw that it took about 12 snips before Kimmy went to the soldering iron.

I had thought that Kimmy had burned the pussy lips off of Mary. This is one sick bitch. Just my luck, I grab a psychotic girl where there were all those normal ones to choose from..... Oh, well, what can you do?

I went down and made sure everyone was locked up. I then had the two boys help me pry Mary's now stiffening body from the stocks. We stuffed it with much difficulty in to an old trunk, I then went to work.

While at work I passed the tape to one of my co-workers who is into child-porn (I know cause I bought some videos from him) I told him that the tape was given to my by a friend I know and would anyone he knew be interested in buying this type of video?

He said that he had to stop by his house around noon and would give it a quick look. He said if it didn't catch his interest on fast forward then he couldn't help "My friend".

After work I returned home to my children. As I cautiously opened the basement door (never can be too careful with all these riots going on.) I noticed that Becky had been released from her bonds and was lying on Kimmy's bed. Tommy jumped up as I opened the door and looked frightened.

"Why did you let her down?" I asked Tommy. "I don't know" was Tommy's hesitant reply. "WHY DID YOU TAKE HER DOWN!" I screamed at the frightened boy. "I...I....uh, I" was all he could manage.

"Did I TELL you to take her down?" I asked. "N.N.no" was his reply. "You know that I have to punish you now don't you?" I asked as I chose a 2 X 12 plank 5 feet long. and placed it across two saw hoses.

"I'm SORRY! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!" he pleaded as I reached for him and then had to chase him as he ran around the basement trying to get away. It took 20 minutes before I had a hold of him. After stripping him I dragged his naked 7 year old body over to my work area.

I strapped his body face up on the plank. with his butt at one end. His arms and legs were free but the tightening buckle was on the underside out of reach so all he could do was to just lay there and wonder what his punishment would be while I checked on the rest of the kids, fed them and let them use the restroom. I did not feed Pam and Cristy I just left them in the stocks. I would deal with them later.

Mealtime was finally over. I took the 5 year old (Julie) and tied her to a chair so she could watch Tommy's punishment. Tommy did not have dinner because I knew that his young body would be too busy to digest food.

I went over to Julie and asked her if she was ready to watch Tommy get his punishment for disobeying me. She said that no, she did not want me to hurt Tommy. She wanted me to let them all go. I explained that I liked to hurt little kids and that she should watch so she would know what to expect when it was her turn to be punished.

Julie started screaming and pulling on her bounds as I turned and went over to Tommy. I removed my clothing and went to my work area for a drill and jig saw. As I approached Tommy, He started screaming and begging for his life. I ignored his pleas and went to work.

First I drilled holes into the plank at about mid thigh a few inches from the edge on either side of his young freighted body. I then used the jig saw to cut slits 1/4 inch wide. Next, I used these slits to secure his wrists to the plank. I stood back and admired his body for a moment.

His 7 year old body was smooth as silk. I had to look closely but he was covered with fine hairs. Kind of like peach-fuzz but a lot more spread out. His arms and legs were nicely shaped. Not a lot of muscles, but enough to fill him out and make him look healthy. His penis was small of course and his scrotum was also smaller than an adults but just about right for a boy his age.

I stood and looked at Tommy's genitals while I tried to think of the most painful things I could do to this child.

He crossed and uncrossed his legs a few times as if he were embarrassed and didn't know how to shield himself. Finally, he bent his knees and brought his legs up shielding his crotch.

I placed a hand on his inner thigh and stroked it while I thought about what to do. I reached farther down and felt his scrotum. His cock started to harden as I played with him. He seemed to be very embarrassed and frightened. I placed one of his small balls between my thumb and forefinger and while squeezing, asked Tommy how he thought it would feel if I used pliers to crush his nuts to a bloody pulp.

I didn't pay any attention to his terrified answer, instead, . I got a strap with ratchet and hooked it up to his knees so that they were both pulled down to either side of his chest. I placed a small block under each knee and forced his legs down so that his knees pressed into the blocks. He was not in a lot of pain yet, because his knees were bent which reduced the strain at the backs of his legs. We would have to change that. I took another strap and attached it to his ankles and started pulling his young, tender feet towards his head. I stopped when he gasped in pain.

The tendons were sticking out from the backs of his legs behind his knees. I gently massaged his legs while I asked him about the most painful thing he had ever felt. After some coaxing , he mention burning his finger on the stove and such things but basically, this boy had never felt real pain before.

I watched his body react as I slowly tightened the ankle strap. As his leg muscles stretched to their limits, Tommy began screaming for mercy even though there was still 12 inches more I could go. "How does that feel Tommy?" I asked as I watched the sweat break out on his face.

"Ohhh, It hurts. It Hurts! It HURTS!!!" He cried out.

I placed my hand on his penis and as I began to stroke him, asked him if it made pain better or worst.

"Oh! it just hurts!" He cried.

"Maybe this will help." I said as I leaned over and took his penis and scrotum into my mouth and began to suck. "does that make your legs hurt a little less?" I asked.

"Maybe a little." was his reply. He was just trying to tell me what I wanted to hear. I had no illusions that my stimulating his cock was going to take the pain from him.

What I was doing was planting a suggestion into his mind so that his subconscious would take over and turn the pain to pleasure the way Kimmy's mind did while I was pinching her nipples. I alternated every few minutes between stimulating 7 year old Tommy's genitals and just watching his body react to the abuse it was taking. After 1/2 hour of this Tommy's penis would get hard when I touched it , then go down when it was just the pain in his legs.

He was ready.

I got a standard sized dildo and lubed it up. I then placed the tip at the entrance to his anus. I prodded and swirled it around until he became hard again and then started ratcheting his feet closer to his head.

Man! He was already about at his limit. I had only moved his feet 1 inch closer to the plank he was on when he started screaming at the top of his lungs.

As Tommy screamed, I started to slowly pump the dildo up his ass. He seemed to scream louder as the object evaded his rectum but it was hard to tell. After 15 minutes, I had moved his feet 3 inches closer to his head and had gotten the dildo all the way up his ass and was stroking it in and out as fast as I could. Tommy's breathing pattern changed slightly as his body began to react on it's own to this sexual assault.

I pulled the Dildo from his ass and replaced it with my cock. Even though I had stretched his ass with the dildo, It was still a tight fit as I pumped into his screaming body. I kept tightening the strap as I butt fucked this 7 year old child. As I was approaching an orgasm. I noticed that Tommy seemed to be having one himself.

I felt his ass clench tighter and his breathing slowed and deepen for about 15 seconds. His young penis seemed to move a bit but, nothing came out. I was getting closer to orgasm myself and I kept pumping and tightening the strap. His legs had only 3 inches to go now. Tommy was feeling the pain more, now that his orgasm was over. I stopped pumping and just tightened the strap. I watched the agony in his face as I forced his legs all the way back. I still had not cum yet so I pulled out of him and got my power screw driver and a handful of wood screws. I rammed my cock back into Tommy's butt and started powering the screws into the backs of his legs right at the knees. After the 6th screw, I finally came.

Pulling out, I looked at how Tommy was fairing. He was in incredible pain as he lay there folded in half. He was still screaming but he was running out of steam. I looked over at 5 year old Julie who was still struggling in the chair, a look of absolute horror on her young face.

I went over to Julie and ran my fingers through her fine blonde hair and told her to think about how much pain Tommy was in and to think about herself in that much pain because it would be her turn very soon. Julie panicked and started jerking on her bounds. I just smiled and slipped a hand between her legs and fingered her snatch while she struggled..

I went back to Tommy. The poor kid was still in a lot of pain with his legs being stretched and 6 screws in the back of his left knee. He seem to be alert so I climbed up on the plank in a 69 position and made him suck the shit off my cock while I sucked on his penis for awhile.

Then the door bell rang upstairs. Who could that be? As I scrambled off the table and went upstair. As I closed the first door behind me, I could hear the children starting to scream for help. Good thing the basement was soundproofed enough. I grabbed a robe from my bedroom before cautiously opening the front door.

It was my co-woorker. the one I gave the tape to. There was a small delivery van from a local meat packing plant in the driveway. Once he saw that I recognized him he waved to the van and 3 guys stepped out and started picking up boxes and stuff from inside the van.

My coworker pushed his way in and told me to relax, that he just had a delivery for me. The men started entering now and just walked past me and set their loads down it the living room. There where boxes and several large cases and a bunch of gray umbrellas. I had no Idea of what was going on.

"What's going on?" I asked, more than a little frightened. "I liked your movies" He said.

"Oh! those! that was given to me by a guy a friend of mine knows in Tallahassee..." I started to explain when he interrupted and told me that he recognized my basement in the videos.

Panic started to set it as I thought about what these guys were going to do to me.... I could only imagine but I have a good imagination.

"We brought you some decent video equipment." he said as he nodded to the men and they left the house. He picked up one of the umbrellas. "Set these up in ALL FOUR corners of the room. They are lights with diffusers. They keep the shadows from ruining your shots" he explained.

He then opened a case and pulled out a video camera that was as big as a sewing machine Sewing machine??.. Hummm. I could modify a sewing machine to slowly stitch into a victims body....-

"It takes 30 minute tapes but the quality is the best there is. These are just on loan because we want you to make movies for us.

Oh! and there's a mask around here somewhere.... Here it is. Wear this all the time so we can get some REALLY good action shots. There is also a sound processor here somewhere. we want good quality sound OK?"

I was a little flabbergasted. What the hell was going on here!

"Look, I know you're worried. But don't be." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "this is five thousand dollars. It is an advance on your first movie for us." He told me as I automatically reached out and took the money.

"What? Why?" was all I could say as I stood there staring at him. "Look, We have people selling our videos all over the US and in some other countries. Yes. It is illegal but we pay pretty good so we have no problem getting teen agers to make the exchanges. If they get caught they say they found the videos at a bus stop and stop selling for a year.

That tape you made was one of the BEST I've EVER fucking seen!" I talked it over with the boss and he said to help you get started good. We have a production facility downtown but you can work from home if you like. We can also help you in other ways but, I know. Your a little nervous about this whole thing so. just do this. Do what you normally would do. just use this better equiptment.

You don't even have to edit it. Just keep the lights bright and even- the camera can take care of the rest itself.. Now, Is there anything you need? do you have a subject for the new video? Do you need any equiptment? do you need any bodies disposed of? AH!" he said as he noticed the frightened look in my eyes. "Where is it? How many? .... ANSWER ME! HOW MANY!

He stood there patently and waited while I summoned the courage to tell him: "one, maybe two any time now." He went to the door and leaning out, he raised two fingers towards the van and 2 guys jumped out and came inside.

"We have a disposal downstairs." He announced as he led the way to my basement.

I had forgotten. Last year I invited him over when I was setting up my weight room. It was more convenient for him to go to the gym near the office so he stopped coming over.

I pushed my way past him on the stairs and stopped at the door. We could hear faint cries for help coming from inside. "Now, I don't know about this...." I blurted out.

"Look, " my coworker said, "You HAVE to get rid of the body. What are you planning to do with it?" he asked.

Silence.

"I thought so. We are here to help. Now open the door and lets get it over with." he said as I opened the door and let them into the basement.

They went in and looked around once and went right to the trunk just glancing casually at Pam and Cristy as they sat in the stocks. My co-woorker went over to where Tommy was still screaming in pain. Julie looked up with hope.

Then he said "when you know you are going to have a body call this number say that you want the weekly special delivered. And use your real name and address, don't try to be cute.." as he handed me a business card from the meat packing plant. Julies look of hope faded away as he continued. We'll send a refrigerated van over. the sooner the better understand?" I nodded.

"Do you understand that if the meat gets old, we can not use it?" He asked again. Use it? USE IT??? What the fuck kind of people were these guys!

"Don't worry, My friend said., "we mix it with horse meat and make dog food down at the plant. We use most of it ourselves." "Yourselves!! What do you mean!!??" I had to ask.

We feed it to our victims, cuts down on the food bill. One thing we have to ask you to do though. Before the van gets here, cut the veins in the neck, wrists and ankles, then wash all of their blood down the drain. OK?

The two men picked up the trunk and carried it upstairs and out to the van. I followed as far as the door where my coworker told me to relax and have fun. "Oh! You might need this" he said as he showed me a small kit that was delivered. "You might need this on that boy down there." He said as he opened a drug kit. Use the yellow stuff. It is a stimulant. It will keep him alive longer if he starts to weaken before you are done with him."

He was shaking my hand and noticed that I flinched. "What's wrong?" He asked as he pulled the robe off my arm and tore the bandage off. He leaned out again and motioned for one man to come this time. He immediately sent him back to the van for the first aid kit. Did she bite you? he asked.

The other one..." I answered as he cut me off. "If you EVER get bitten. Call that same number we gave you and say that you want a special cut of something."

The first aid kit came and he seemed to enjoy scrubbing my wound REALLY good with a betodine pack. The blood was flowing again as he bandaged it up and handed me a bottle of pills. "Antibiotics, 1 pill 3 time a day for 2 weeks got it? Good" Then they were all gone. and I was alone with all this stuff. What was I going to do now?

I should pack a few things and run. That's it. Just drive to a small town somewhere and start my life over with a different name.

Yes, That's it.!!! No, just wait a minute. Maybe they're serious. Maybe they need a torturer. Maybe they can't find anyone sick enough to do the job? The money seems good. I'll have to think about this....

I went back downstairs to Tommy. He has still moaning as he lay there folded in half with his genitals exposed. I started to get hard and went back upstairs for the equipment. I set up the lights .

Then I put the camera on a tripod and picked a good angle of Tommy showing young Julie in the background. I pulled on the mask and got started. I put more screws half-way into the back of Tommy's other knee. I then took a hand screwdriver and slowly tightened them all the way.

Tommy was screaming continuously the whole time. Next, I filled a garment steamer with water and plugged it in, telling Tommy what I was going to do with it. While I waited for the steamer to get hot, I grabbed some more screws and went work on Tommy's feet. I got the screws started with the power driver then hand tightened them until they were flush with the soles of his feet.

"Run away from ME will you..." I said as I started screwing the 3rd one in. Tommy's screams were turning into gurgling sounds as he forgot to swallow his own spit once in a while. His young body was racked with coughing spasms a few times as he inhaled saliva.

Tommy's seven year old body was at his level of endurance and I still had the steamer to use. I went back upstairs and retrieved the drug kit. I clumsily injected the yellow stuff into 7 year old Tommy's exposed buttock.

Less than a minute later, Tommy was doing much better. He was breathing deeper and seamed a lot more alert and best of all, his screams were loader and more powerful. This was all good because the steamer was ready.

"Remember what I told you I would do with this?" I asked as I fondled his penis. Tommy started screaming louder as I prepared to steam clean his genitals. Tommy's' dick was so small that I thought I needed something to grab onto.

I took a needle and thread and listened with great delight to Tommy as I pierced the head of his penis and ran the thread through it. One knot later I had a handle. I pulled on the handle to stretch his penis out as I held the steamer against Tommy's' dick.

"YYIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! " Tommy cried out as the new level of pain hit him. "AAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he screamed again as I ran the steamer along the length of his stretched out shaft. I did both sides real good.

Then I grabbed his shaft, and with a firm squeezing motion stripped the top layers of skin from Tommy's penis. Tommy was now howling in pain as I gave him a quick spray from the MACE can.

I watched Tommy shake in agony for a while, then I released his legs from the straps. His legs were stiff of course with all the screws in the knee joints preventing them from moving.

I went to the work area and returned with several hose clamps. I took a hold of Tommy's index finger and bent it all the way closed and slipped a hose clamp around it. I then tightened it up.

Tommy was already in a lot of pain and this did not help matters. as I continued to tighten the clamp, Tommy 's legs and feet began to twitch.

I kept turning the screw as Tommy writhed in agony. 15 minutes later I heard Tommy's finger bone snap. Then I went to the next finger....

Two hours and 5 tapes later, Tommy was near death. his right leg was bleeding at the knee because he was able to bend it despite the screws holding it still but this caused the screws to tear the skin and break pieces of bone off.

I took his other leg and forcefully bent it as I neared the last 10 minutes of the 6th tape.

There was a snap, crackle and pop as Tommy's knee snapped and blood started flowing. Tommy was still alive so I used a single edged razor blade to slice his face, chest and stomach until he let out a long exhale and expired. 1 minute later the video camera beeped to let me know it was out of tape.

I rested for a bit, Then I called the meat plant and used the code word. While waiting for the pickup, I did as I was told and drained the blood from the body.

When the truck arrived, The men started load the body when one of them noticed the screws in the legs. "Hey buddy! If you leave foreign objects in the body, you need to tell us so we don't bust our equipment on something like this. No problem... Just let us know when we get here OK?

I gave them the tapes too and they were gone.

I went over and stroked Julies hair as she screamed and screamed.

The Shoplifter part 5

I continued to stroke Julie's hair for a while. Then I put my hand between her young sensitive legs and fingered her some more while I described what I wanted to do to her helpless body. I told her about how I wanted to stick needles into her eyeballs while my penis ripped into her 5-year-old snatch.

Julie closed her legs together, which just made it more fun for me. She was getting exhausted. She had been tied to this chair, struggling to get free for a few hours now. Her wrists were being rubbed raw from her futile attempts to pull free. I took her face in both hands and began to kiss her. I started on her cheek, then moved over to her mouth. She did not respond of course, she just sat there and tried to pull away. At least she didn't try to bite me....

I slipped my tongue into Julie's small little mouth and swirled it around. She tried to scream but there was a tongue in her way making things difficult for her. She continued to struggle and so I grabbed a handful of her hair in each fist and slowly started to twist it around.

Julie's face started turning red as the pain came at her from both sides of her head. I asked her if she would rather be kissed and played with, or would she like to feel some pain? I put more pressure on her hair as she tried to say something but couldn't.

"Do you want to feel pleasure? Or pain?" I repeated the question while continuing to pull young Julie's hair. Her face was still red and her eyes darted around as she tried desperately to communicate with me. I just held her in this position until she was able to take a breath.

"NOOO!!" She screamed out.

"No what? Do you want pleasure or pain? ANSWER ME!" I said as I held Julie's hair in my hands.

"Pleasure! Don't hurt me anymore!' She pleaded.

"Do you want to sleep with me and have me lick your pussy and stick things up your butt and kiss you?" I asked.

"Yes!" Julie gasped.

"Yes what? Tell me what you want dear." I instructed her.

"I want you to put things up my butt and kiss me." She said as I released her head.

"Good girl." I said as her body collapsed in the chair.

It was time to check on the other kids. I released the 14 & 15 year olds one at a time and used the stungun to prod them to the bathroom. It was difficult for them because their legs were cramped from sitting in the stocks all day.

I told them that we would give them some exercise tomorrow. I went ahead and fed them too, No sense in letting their strength run down, It was not fun to torture someone who didn't have the energy to react.

Kimmy was still covered in bruises and could not move without pain. I prodded her to the bathroom too and told her that the next day she had some exercise to do also.

I checked on Becky. To my surprise, she was recovering. I thought that I had broken her back with the pipe but it just looked like muscle damage, bruising, and stuff like that. I helped her take a shower and that was fun. Then I put her into Kimmy's Bed and checked on the rest of them. The 7 & 10 year old girls were just sitting in the dungeon quietly. The 9-Year- old boy was sitting quietly too. He had a frightened look on his face and he avoided eye contact that made him a good target.

I released the 7 & 10 year olds for bathroom and shower trips. Then I went over to the 9-year-old boy and asked him what his name was. He told me that his name was Jimmy. I asked jimmy if he was ready to talk to me about where my stuff was.

He started to whine and said that he didn't know anything about it. I told him that I thought that he knew all about it and that he better talk or I would make him talk. He continued to profess his innocence as I went out, dragged the naked 5-year-old Julie into the dungeon, and secured her to the wall.

I went to the shower area and told the girls to hurry up. They were done 20 seconds later. They would have been done sooner but they had turned off the water as soon as I asked, and I had to tell them to rise the soap off or they would itch.

I then strung a rope in the shower stall and took the girls back to the dungeon. I stopped the 10-year-old on the way and, while the 7-year-old looked on, I kissed her on the mouth. She was startled, but when I kissed her the second time, she seemed a bit more receptive.

I whispered in her ear, "We are going to have fun tomorrow, Think about what you would like to do with me." I placed her young hand on my cock and asked her if she would like to play with it. Her response was one of frightened uncertainty, but I thought that she might just enjoy it.

After securing the girls, I unlocked Jimmy. Jimmy kicked and screamed as I dragged him by his hair out into the main torture area. stripped his clothes off while slapping him around. Then as I told him to get in the shower. Once there, I put handcuffs on this frightened child and pulled his arms over his head.

I used cold water to bathe Jimmy while I told him of some of the things I was going to do to him while 5 year old Julie watched. I told him in detail, how he would scream at the top of his lungs while I peeled his skin off of his young body.

I further explained how much it hurt to have a baseball bat rammed up one's ass. I caressed his buttocks and penis while I talked to him. The physical contact was arousing him. I got down on my knees and sucked his cock for about 5 minutes. "How does that feel?" I asked Jimmy.

"Oh, um, I, ah. OK, I guess." Was his timid reply.

I took a moment to explain something to Jimmy. "If you cooperate, there can be more of that for you. How would you like to play with one or two of these girls Jimmy? You could do ANYTHING you wanted to them and NOBODY would care. What do you think? Think about it, It could be FUN! All you have to do is tell me who took my stuff so I can find out were they hid it. You can even help me beat it out of them.

Of course if you don't talk, It could go very badly for you. Think about the most painful thing you ever felt. Then Think about it happening to you twice as bad, all day long." I didn't bother to dry Jimmy off before returning him to the cell and chaining him to the wall in a standing position. I gave his cock a friendly squeeze as I left him.

It was time for bed so decided to take the 10-year-old upstairs. Her name was Sally, and like her younger sister (The late Mary), she had a slim body and dark hair. She was not a virgin I noticed. "You've had sex before! I accused. "No! I haven't. Sally declared.

"Yes you have. Don't you dare lie to ME! Tell me all about it." I ordered.

Sally continued to insist that she had never had sex before. I knew better. I didn't want to take her all the way back downstairs to punish her, So I helped her mouth find my penis while I licked her pussy and anus.

She was getting wet! I rolled her over and had one of the best fucks of my life. She was great! Her tight little pussy gripped my cock firmly as I plunged it into her. She also seemed to be enjoying herself.

The proof came when she let out a squeal and clamped on to me with all of her strength as she came. I couldn't believe it! It's always the quiet ones. We snuggled up to each other and she finally admitted that she had been molested by her school teacher and her father & mother since she was 6.

It started when her Father noticed that her socks were not put on the same way when she got home from school as they were when she left the house. He found out that it was the Teacher.

She would take his daughter home with her every afternoon. School got out 2 hours earlier than he realized. When he confronted her, she told her father that no one would believe him.

After all, the government placed HER in charge of his daughter. Moreover, if he caused trouble, She would report HIM, as a pedophile and they WOULD believe her because she was trained to notice child abuse.

Therefore, since he couldn't beat her, he joined her.

Together, he, his wife and the schoolteacher taught Sally and Mary things that they don't teach in the government-run public school system. "Mary too?" I asked.

"Yes, Mary gave a GOOD blow job. You might have found that out if you hadn't been is such a hurry to kill us all" She replied matter-of-factly.

For the first time, I truly felt sorry for the things I had done to these innocent children. But, no matter. "Do you think you could teach other girls to have sex?" I asked Sally.

"Sure, if I wanted to." Was Sally's reply.

"Well, tell you what, You are going to help me torture Julie tomorrow and then you can decide if you want to be tortured next, or if you want to help me teach the others how to have a good time. Fair enough?

At work the next day, I met my co-worker for lunch. He said that they LOVED the snuffing of Tommy but that I should have opened his nut sack and tortured them before I killed him and that I should think about having an assistant to handle the camera.

I told him that I already have an assistant and that she just needs to be trained with the new equipment.

He asked if I needed anything. I told him that some good whips would be nice.

Not the kind that S&Mers from Alt.Torture user on each other, but REAL whips that could get a cows attention. He told me that I should take a tour of the meat plant sometime.

When I got home, I went right to work. I set up the camera to point to the electronic torture table. Kimmy needed her exercise and I didn't need her to film Julie anyway.

I had Sally unlock 5 year old Julie and we took the panic-stricken girl over to the table. Sally and I actually had to wrestle with her a bit before I was able to get the strap around her waist. Julie screamed the whole time while we secured her to the table and connected the leads.

I didn't use them all, I used the self-adhesive pads and placed one above each nipple, onto her armpits, her hips and feet. I wanted to play with her so I did not place any directly on her pussy or nipples, I put one on each of her inside upper thighs near her sweet young pussy.

I then went and unlocked all of the kids and explained the game plan. I told them that Julie was on the table and that they had to keep at least 3 of the pieces of exercise equipment in use or young Julie's body would be racked in pain. And that the pain would get worse each time they failed to keep 3 machines running. I explained that if they climbed the rope and pushed the button, If would count for 5 minutes for one machine.

All ready? Let's get started.

They were smart. I'll give them that, three of them started exercising while the others rested. Once the three got up to speed, I switched the table on.

I was using it in "interrogation, manual" mode. In this mode, the questioner asks the questions and if they don't like the answers, they push a button. The table gives the victim pain until their body shows stress to a certain level. The next time, the stress has to be greater before the machine stops the pain.

Since I had wired the exercise equipment up to the table, If they slacked off, Julie would get it. I took a few minutes to admire Julie's lovely young body. I knew it would take an hour or so to tire the kids out enough for the pain to really start. Julie was crying because she was scared. She was not in pain yet because I taped the leads instead of clamping them. However, I told Sally to comfort her and make her feel better.

Cristy was starting to wear down and when she stopped to let Jimmy take her place, the first surge of power hit 5 year old Julie. Her young body jerked suddenly as her snatch and tits were hit with the pulsating waves of electricity. She screamed several times as the computer punished her for the slacker doing the exercise

Cristy then rested as Jimmy powered the bike. After a while Pan told Cristy that she was getting tired and to start lifting the weights so she could stop. Cristy climbed the rope instead and pushed the button, buying them 5 minutes.

Pam stopped walking on the treadmill and she & Cristy embraced each other and encouraged Jimmy and the others, to keep working. They watched the clock, after 4 minutes, Cristy started walking on the treadmill, and Pam took over for Jimmy. Jimmy collapsed flat on his back and tried to catch his breath.

It wasn't long before the kids failed to keep the speed up. Julie's screams were echoing off the walls as the computer marched pain up and down her legs as punishment. Julie was straining at her bounds as the power kept coming into her body. Sally had mounted her face and was pressing her pussy into Julie's mouth as she screamed. Jimmy was on the treadmill now as the kids tried to keep Julie from harm. Again and again, they failed to keep up the pace, and again and again, Julie's body was consumed in pain.

Julie's face was turning red again as she screamed and tried to get free. Her young muscles were rippling under the skin as current triggered them in groups.

I placed a hand on Julie's warm belly as the pain shot through her young, defenseless body. She bucked, strained, and screamed and shivered - All at the same time as she was hit with more and more power. I had Sally touch and hold Julie as she was being tortured so that she could get a better feel for what it is like.

Then the kids would get it together, the pain would stop, and Julie would lie there sucking in air and resting her sore muscles while waiting for the pain to continue. During these pauses, I had Sally rub her little body and lick her virgin pussy. She kept begging me to stop hurting her and I pointed out that I wasn't hurting her. It was the other kids stopping their exercising who was causing her pain.

The kids wanted to stop, but the screams coming from Julie would get them going again. Becky was in no condition to do much with her back still healing but she was able to maintain speed on the treadmill for about 10 minutes before she collapsed in exhaustion. Kimmy was also giving it her all. That was important because I wanted Kimmy back in action as soon as possible.

Sally was playing with Julie's snatch as her body was seized in pain again. She screamed and screamed as the computer squeezed the pain from her body. It also squeezed something else. While Julie was being tortured, I was almost hit by shit flying out of her young butt. I told 10-year-old Sally clean it up

Sally did not like her job of reaching between Julie's kicking legs and wiping the shit from her writhing body. It looked like she was going to vomit. Then I switched off the power, unstrapped Julie's legs and told Sally to clean the rest of it up. I left Sally with a panting Julie as I went to the other children and told them they could stop. They all collapsed in heaps as they gulped air in to their tired lungs. I told Kimmy to lock them all back up and went back to Sally and Julie. Julie was lying there twitching as her young body recovered from the abuse it had just received.

Sally was looking at the shit still on the backs of Julie's legs and buttocks.

I grabbed Sally and tied her to a chair. Then I told her that I would have to teach her not to disobey me. I took a paper towel, wiped some of the shit from Julie's body, and stuffed it into Sally's mouth. I then watched as she chewed it up and swallowed it. Then I wiped some more.

When I had it all off I released Sally and made her lick Julie's body clean. I told Sally that if she EVER disobeyed me again, I would collect a bucket of shit and make her eat the whole thing.

I turned the corner lights on the main torture room and had Sally carry Julie's still quivering body in and lay it on a table face up while I moved the camera.

After securing her little hands to the table at her sides, I got my tools out.

Julie was exhausted from her ordeal and could not put up much of a fight as I caressed her body while showing her the instruments we would use on her. I told her that she was going to be in more pain than Tommy had been in.

I started by telling Sally to take hose clamps and attach them to all of the fingers of Julie's right hand. I bent each finger while Sally slipped the band around it.

Sally then tightened them to where they hurt just a little bit. After we got them all on, I watched Julie's legs kick and listened to her pitiful screams as Sally tighten each clamp just a little bit before moving on to the next.

Then she went back to the first. On the third pass, Julie was shaking her head from side to side as she screamed and kicked her legs. I told Sally to stop tightening the clamps and just watch as Julie dealt with her torment.

I pointed out that one of the first signs of stress was that the victim would start sweating. 5 year old Julie was covered in perspiration already.

I asked Sally how it felt to be in control of another person. I told Sally to hold Julie's feet and feel the pain with Julie.

After a few minutes of that, I told Sally to start having sex with Julie. I held Julie's legs apart as Sally climbed up on the table in a 69 position and started licking Julie's virgin little pussy.

What a sight! This was more pain than Julie's 5 year old body had ever felt before. It was exciting to be there for a girl's newest experience. I caressed her legs while Sally licked her pussy as she got used to this level of pain. Then I had Sally stop licking, and had her continue tightening up the clamps again.

This brought a new generation of shrieks from this innocent child. Sally was starting to get into it now as She continued to increase the pressure. This went on for more than an hour until I heard one of Julie's fingers snap from the pressure.

We stopped tightening the clamps and looked at Julie's sweat soaked young body. It was beautiful! Her legs were perfect and unblemished. Her waist and chest looked so soft and inviting.

Only her face looked ugly. Tears had long since stopped flowing and dried on her face along with the pussy juice from Sally's dripping snatch. She gritted her teeth and they looked very white next to her still reddening face.

Her fingers on her left hand were starting to bleed and it took me a while to realize that she had broken a few nails digging into the table with her free fingers. I took a moment to clean her up.

I wiped her face and body. Then I leaned over her and started kissing her. Sally went to her snatch and started poking her fingers into it without being told to.. After this short break, It was time to do her other hand. I told Sally to continue while I checked on the others.

When I came back, I was pleased to see that Sally had given Julie's left hand the same attention that her right had gotten. At the end of the 2nd hour, Julie was nothing more than a pile of screaming flesh, Nice looking and somewhat sexy flesh, but just flesh.

She didn't seem to know what was going on. I tried to talk to her but I got no response. I left her like that and took Sally and Kimmy with me to get something to eat.

When we got back an hour later. Julie was lying on the table with one leg kicking out again and again while her face was twisted into a mask of torment.

Her breath was coming in gasping wheezes Basically, the poor girl was in a stupor. I got a towel, wiped her young body down, and prepared for the next phase of her punishment. I injected some of the yellow drug into her thigh and watched Julie wake up. Then, I asked Kimmy to show Sally how to use the visegrip pliers, but to leave her sexual parts alone.

Kimmy demonstrated the visegrip technique on Julie's sensitive sides. She had them adjusted so that there was just a tiny gap between the jaws and She proceeded to take little "bites" out of her flesh. Julie shrieked in pain again and again, as her body was given the attention that it deserved.

After Kimmy was finished on the one side, She handed the pliers to Sally and told her to do the other side. I watched Julie's body twitch and shiver. My penis was getting very excited watching this child react to overwhelming pain.

I told the girls to hold Julie's arms I then released her from the table and sat down in a chair with Julie on my lap. I turned her to face me and started pushing my penis into her vagina. It was a very tight fit. In fact, it took a lot of effort on my part to ram it inside. Once I had this 5-year-old firmly impaled upon my cock, I told the girls to continue torturing Julie until I came.

The feeling was very good as Julie bounced around in her attempts to get away from the pain. My cock was on the verge of exploding for 10 minutes as Kimmy and Sally used the pliers on her young, tender flesh. Julie passed out several times during this torture but I had Kimmy get the smelling salts (they were in the delivery that the van brought) and I used some more of the yellow liquid to keep young Julie awake.

Finally, as Sally was slowly tightening the clamps some more I came. It was one of the most powerful ejaculations I have ever had. It seemed to last for minutes as I pumped my wad into Julie's tight young pussy.

Afterwards, We removed the clamps and hung Julie from the ceiling by her wrists. I then took both Kimmy and Sally to bed. Sally demonstrated some of her incredible sexual techniques on both Kimmy and me. Then Kimmy and I took turns trying them out on Sally. We all had a blast. We also talked about the pleasures of making people do what you wanted them to. I explained to the girls that the other kids were just slaves and that I owned them and that we could make them do anything we wanted.

The next morning, I had Kimmy and Sally take Julie down from the ceiling and instructed them to nurse her back to health. Then I asked Sally if she had decided about whether she wanted to help me or not.

She said that she would help me if I didn't hurt her. I said that I thought that was fair enough. However, could I count on her to hurt other children? Yes? I could? Then that would be fine.

While at work. My boss called me into his office and chewed me out for neglecting my clients. He said that 3 of them had called him and complained that I was not returning their calls and that one of them had cancelled their order and ordered from a competitor. He told me: "get you head out of your ass, or get your ass out of this company!"

I told him "Yes, You are absolutely right. I have some personal problems with a new girlfriend and that I thought I should take some time off and get my head clear. Like a few months."

He said that I really SHOULD take some time off. That he understood. He said to take a couple of years. Learn a new trade or just retire. I told him that I really liked my job and that after a few months I should be able to return to it, no problem.

He said there was one problem. He said that I was marginal at best and that he didn't WANT my ass back there unless I was cleaning the floors or something. I don't know, I guess I take things personally sometimes, but I felt insulted by his whole attitude. I cleaned out my desk with security watching every move I made, as if I would steal some paperclips or something. Then I went out to my car. Free! I was Free!

All I have to do now is make home movies. I had a spring in my step as I went shopping for some more tools. I also was going to need more rope. I picked these items up and returned home to my family.

I took Sally, Kimmy and Jimmy to my room and we showed Jimmy how to make a girl feel good. Then, the girls and I practiced making a boy feel good.

Jimmy was enjoying himself. I whispered to the girls that we needed to make him cum, So while Sally sucked his cock, Kimmy pushed a vibrating dildo up his ass while I stuffed my cock into his mouth.

45 minutes later, Jimmy came. Nothing squirted out of his penis but he came none the less. Jimmy collapsed on my bed and rested while the two girls sucked me off again. Then I told the girls that we needed to find out which of the kids had stolen my stuff. Was it Pam? or was it Jimmy? We all looked at Jimmy as he started whining and protesting his innocence.

"Well, I guess we will need to beat it out of them tomorrow." I said. "It was Pam!" Jimmy informed us. "What do you think girls, do you believe him? Or is he lying?" I asked.

They said that Jimmy wouldn't do something like that. It must have been Pam. I told them that Pam needed to be punished for attacking me anyway, so we might as well find out where she hid the stuff while we are at it.

I asked them to start thinking of ways to make Pam talk. We discussed several options. I told the kids that since Pam had tried to escape, we didn't need to bother keeping her alive. In fact, We really should kill her. Therefore, what can we do to this thieving bitch that would hurt a lot and make a good movie.

I then explained to the kids that we are now in the home movie business. I told them that we could all make a lot of money while having fun. They didn't really have anything more important to do did they?

They could save up their money and return home next year RICH! Their families would be so proud! I then cautioned them that they really had no choice.

They could MAKE the movies, or, they could STAR in them. We all cuddled together and slept.

That evening, We exercised the other kids and put them to bed.

I left Kimmy & Jimmy in the basement to keep an eye on things While Sally and I went back to bed.

Man! What a fuck she was! We were up `til 3 o'clock.

The End