God, she was beautiful. No more than four foot eight, with long curly black hair that cascaded down over the black blazer of her school uniform. She looked Spanish with her dark hair and olive skin. Latino, as they say. Her slim body pressed back against my arm. She was very thin, like an insect. And young as well. I couldn't decide whether she was eleven or twelve, but I knew she had to be either one or the other. Just one more step, and she took it, backing her fat little bum onto my waiting hand. Her bag hung open a little and I could see her schoolbooks inside. Her name was written in tiny neat letters across the front of a crisp orange book. Marie Enrikai. I guessed maybe she was Spanish. Or at least her family was.

She didn't seem to notice that her gorgeous squidgie fat bum was nestled nicely in my hand. She was a shy girl, I could tell. The way she held herself gave it away, the way she glanced at all of the faces around her. The way she tried to hide in the crowd. I moved my hand to get a better grip on her bottom and she shifted with me, though she still didn't seem to notice. As the bus lurched into motion, I squeezed those fat cheeks. I still don't think she realised that the fat man next to her was molesting her. Even if she did, the bus was now so crowded she'd be unable to locate where it was coming from.

As the bus rolled on, my hands got more adventurous, pressing and squeezing her backside and slipping between her legs. I wished she'd been wearing a skirt rather than trousers but I wasn't complaining.

With me going strong, it took her only a second to realise what was happening. She glanced about, looking directly at me for only a moment. I gave her a smile then looked away. Her eyes went elsewhere to find her assailant. Any sensible kid would be screaming by now. Little sluts like Marie Enrikai are a pervert's dream. They are too shy to make a spectacle of themselves. Even when they should.

She was, however, smart enough to press her legs tightly together. Or should I say stupid enough? What did this little collection of fuck holes think she was doing? I gave her bum a pinch and she moaned and whimpered as I almost roughly molested her backside. She squirmed as I squeezed and pressed her arse. Still, she failed to realise who was doing it to her.

The bus stopped, and the girl decided to make a quick exit. Oh no she fucking well was not going to escape from me. I followed. I was quite tempted to just rape her and be done with it but, I find that a little patient planning never goes astray. In any case, this was a residential area and chances are that, as blind as people can be, I'd be seen.

Besides, I wanted a little more fun with her than that. So I followed her. I kept my distance and watched her run ahead a little then stop to sink down next to a wall. I think she was crying. While she was busy sobbing her eyes out I went into the corner shop to buy a newspaper, a pint of milk, a loaf of bread and a bar of chocolate. With my purchases in a bag, I headed off towards the girl. As I approached, her sobs could be heard. There is something about a crying child. It is so nice. Especially when you are the reason she is crying.

I have always prided myself on my acting skills. Although probably not expert enough for the trained eye, I can always convince a child that I am a nice person. I put on a concerned look and stopped. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She looked up at me for a long while, before she said, in a small voice, "You were on the bus?"

I nodded, "Yep right next to you," I said. "What's the matter?"

"Somebody was...touching me," she whispered.

I frowned. "Oh god," I said, "where? I mean, where was it?"

The little girl shrank down even smaller. "He was touching my bum."

"Who?" I asked.

The little girl shook her head. "I don't know," she sobbed. "I couldn't see."

"Oh dear," I said. "Okay, up you get. I'm walking you home."

"But," said the girl, "it's a long way. I got off as quick as I could. Your shopping."

I shook my head. "I'm not worried about my shopping, love. I'm worried about you."

Little Marie nodded and got to her feet. I smiled and said, "You'll have to lead the way."

The girl nodded and started walking. I kept to her side and held out the chocolate bar. "You want it?" I asked.

She looked at me. "It's yours. I can't," she said.

I laughed and kept it out. "Take it, love. I'm fat enough as it is."

The kid laughed and took the chocolate bar. "If you put it like that..." she said.

I laughed.

It was indeed quite a way to her house. We walked constantly for almost thirty minutes. The little girl didn't seem very talkative and was content to chew on the chocolate for most of the walk. She seemed to cheer up a little, though, as we came closer. Enough so that she took my hand, when she'd finished the chocolate bar, and cuddled into my arm. "You're funny I like you," she said.

I laughed. "...I wasn't joking...we really did have underpants on our heads..." I said, "...apart from Luke...he had a pair of knickers but then he's a bit funny like that."

Marie set off on a fit of giggles and squeezed my hand tighter. What a stupid child. "Thank you," she said.

"Don't mention it, love," I said. "I just wish I could help you find that fuck who was touching you."

Marie gave me a sweet smile. "Thank you," she said again. "Here's my house. I'd better go. I'm late."

I smiled at the girl. "Off you go," I told her.

"Come here," said Marie.

I leant down closer to her. She went on tiptoe and landed a small kiss on my cheek, then turned and ran for her house. I watched her go, that fat bottom of hers wobbling in her trousers. I pressed my hand down against the bulge in my jeans. This was going to be too easy. I took a pen from my pocket and jotted her address onto the back of my hand.

I scoped the child out for a week. On the Monday I checked what the end of her school day was. On the Tuesday I happened to be walking past when the kids came running out. I called to Marie when she crossed my view. She seemed astonished that I was there. A little suspicious maybe, but a few lies soon sorted that out. I sat with her on the bus and, after a few more funny anecdotes, she started to relax and to speak freely.

On the Wednesday I waited for her. Thursday she waited for me. Friday I made my move.

She was sat on the wall outside the school when I past and jumped off in front of me. I smiled. 'Stupid whore,' I thought. "We've missed the bus haven't we?" I asked.

Marie nodded.

"Ah well, not to mind, huh? We'll walk."

Marie smiled and nodded again. She was wearing a pretty crisp black skirt that day, probably in response to the unseasonable warm sunshine.

"You look pretty," I told her.

Marie blushed. "Thanks," she said. "You look good too."

"You lie," I told her.

The child giggled, but didn't deny it.

"Do you want to come back to my place for a bit?" I asked. "I'm starving. I'll call you a taxi from there, if you like. I'll pay for it."

The girl smiled and took a deep breath. She obviously wanted to trust me, even if she didn't. She wanted to make me believe she trusted me. "Okay," she said. "For a bit."

I nodded. "Good," I said. "I've got a computer and at least a hundred games if you like to play them."

"Wow," she said. "We haven't got a computer. They have some in school but none with games."

I smiled. I knew that anyway. "Done. This way then."

Like always, I did most of the talking. She held my hand and stayed close to my side. If only this girl knew what she was doing. I led her to the place I had rented for this purpose. It was out of the way. A little run down but it had a cellar, and it was cheap. I'd paid three months up front without so much as seeing the guy I was renting it from. Thank god for the internet.

I opened the door and led the girl in. I had spent the week tidying it up. It looked lived in and kind of messy. She was very quiet as she went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I followed her in, turned on the TV, and flicked it over to some cartoon. "This is for my benefit, by the way," I said. "I've been watching this bloody thing since it started." I slumped down next to her and threw my arm around her shoulder.

Marie giggled. "Your stupid," she said.

I laughed. "Yeah I know," I said. "You want to know something else?"

"Okay," said the girl.

"It was me touching your bum on the bus," I said.

The girl's body went stiff like a rock. I laughed. "What's wrong honey?" I asked.

Marie just whimpered and tried to stand up. I squeezed her shoulder, forcing her back onto the sofa. "I'll not have any of that, honey," I said. "I love you, honey."

She looked at me. "Then let me go," she moaned.

"Don't you love me as well?" I asked.

Tears started to form in the child's eyes.

"Am I scaring you?" I asked.

The little girl nodded.

I smiled, "Why? Haven't I always been nice to you?"

Marie nodded again.

"Do you love me as well?" I asked.

Marie nodded.

"Say it," I told her.

"I love you John," she whispered.

My smile grew wider. "Kiss me," I told her.

Marie let out a little moan but leant towards me and gave me a closed-lipped kiss on my mouth. I frowned at her. "That isn't a kiss," I told her. "I want a proper kiss. I want to stick my tongue in your mouth and I want you to stick your tongue in my mouth."

The little girl let out a sob.

"Do it!" I demanded.

The child leant forwards, put her lips to my mouth and pushed her gorgeous tongue inside. This child was agreeably submissive. That I like in my toys. It is so much easier when sluts do as they are told. I pushed my own tongue into her mouth and let her suck on it. I used my hand to hold her head in place for several minutes. After I had had enough, I let her go. Marie took her mouth away and stared at me. Tears were streaming down her face.

I put my hand on her leg. "You are beautiful," I told her, moving my hand up her bare thigh. "I didn't tell you to stop kissing me."

Her eyes were locked on my face, but she didn't make any move to apologise. I spat in her face. "I said I didn't tell you to stop kissing me," I said louder.

Her eyes snapped closed as my saliva struck her beautiful face and she started to tremble. Obviously she didn't know what was expected of her. Didn't know what wasn't good enough.

I swung my hand and stuck her across the face. Marie screamed, and fell backwards, her eyes opening in surprise. I pulled on her arm to bring her back to me. "I want you to say you're sorry."

"Sorry," gasped the crying pubescent girl.

"Say it properly."

"What?" moaned Marie.

I slapped the whore again. Keeping hold of her arm to make sure she stayed upright. She cried out in pain. "Say that your dirty slut is sorry Sir."

"Y-your dirty slut is sorry Sir," mumbled Marie.

"That's better," I said.

I put my hand back onto her leg and let it drift up inside her skirt. The ridged schoolgirl did nothing to resist as I moved it over her knickers, getting a feel of her cunt. "You know if you'd only let me do this the first day, you wouldn't be here now," I said. "All I wanted to do was feel your cunt."

"Oh please John stop," she moaned.

I slapped her again with my free hand. The girl let out another scream, but again stopped to cry her eyes out. Her own hand came up to rub her sore cheek. "You are not allowed to call me by my name, cunt," I snarled at her. "That is only for people. YOU are a collection of fuck holes, nothing more. YOU will call me SIR. Is that clear, cunt?"

"Y-yes Sir," sobbed Marie.

I rubbed hard into her cunt and the eleven-year-old moaned loudly with shame. "So what are you cunt?"

"I-I am..." the child stopped and burst into a new shower of tears.

My grin grew even further across my face. "What are you?" I asked again.

"I am a c-c..." she trailed off in a mass of sobs. I slapped her again and she cried out in fear and pain.

"I'll not ask again, cunt. What are you?" I demanded.

"I-I'm a c-c-collection of f-fuck holes Sir," the child moaned.

"That's good slut," I said. "Don't forget that. All you are any use for is for me to fuck. Nothing else."

I rubbed harder and the child moaned even louder. "What's wrong fuck whore. Does this feel good?"

The little girl just whimpered. I let my hand leave her crotch and moved it up to couch her spit covered face. I started to scrape my saliva across her cheeks. "Open that pretty little fuck hole of yours" I told her.

Marie moaned.

"Open your fucking mouth!" I shouted.

The child's mouth snapped open and I laughed. "You've really got to learn to do as you are told first time, slut," I said.

I started to scrape the spit and tears from her face and deposit the fluids into her cute little mouth. Each time I scraped it off on her teeth, the little cunt whined. Once I got it all off and into her mouth, I said, "Okay swallow, slut."

Marie did as she was told, swallowing the mixture of spit and tears. "Please stop it," she moaned.

I slapped her again. "You forgot to say 'Sir'," I snarled.

"Why are you doing this?" she cried.

I smacked her yet again with the back of my hand. This time, the blow split her lip and a trickle of blood dripped from her mouth. "SAY 'SIR'!" I shouted at her.

"Why are you doing this Sir?" she screamed.

I smiled. "There, that's better," I said. "Easy, isn't it? I'm doing it because I love you honey. Now that's sorted out, let's go downstairs, shall we?"

"No," moaned Marie.

I glared at her and the preteen girl's eyes widened with fear. I clenched my fist and hit her in the stomach. The girl crumpled up on the sofa. Her head fell against my shoulder as she sucked in air. "If you EVER tell me no again, I will fucking kill you. Is that clear, slut? IS IT?"

"Yes..." gasped Marie.

I grabbed her hair and pulled back her head, getting a loud cry from the child. "YES WHAT?" I shouted at her.

"Yes Sir," she cried.

I let go and smiled at her. "Okay, up you get," I said.

The crying child slowly got to her feet. Her hand stayed pressed against her stomach. "I'm not feeling well, Sir," she moaned.

"That'll teach you not to be a bad girl," I said.

"Sorry Sir," moaned Marie.

I grinned. "Now your getting the hang of it. Come on now into the cellar."

I put my hand on Marie's shoulder and guided the pubescent bitch towards the cellar. I opened the door, pushed her inside, and switched the light on. I closed the door behind me and turned to my little slave. "I tell you what." I said. "If you can open this door, I'll let you go."

Marie's hands went to the doorknob like it was a magnet. The door opened and the girl cried with delight. I laughed and pushed it closed again. "Ha ha...just kidding," I told her and locked it.

"But you said..." she started.

"I know that," I said. "I was taking the piss. Now, downstairs."

The little girl moaned again but turned and walked down the stairs in front of me. I followed her down and took a seat on the armchair I'd carried down there for this purpose. Little Marie stood in front of me. Her lip was swollen and blood stained her chin and shirt. She was still crying. The tears fell from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks.

I had never seen a more beautiful girl. I smiled at her, "Lift up your skirt, honey. I want to see your knickers."

"Please Sir, don't," cried the child.

"You know I meant what I said when I told you I'd kill you if you said 'no' again," I told her. "I've kidnapped you and I'm going to rape you. Don't think I won't kill you as well. Is that a 'no'?"

A whining noise sounded from the back of the girl's throat, and her hands took hold of the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up, showing me the front of a pretty pair of pink knickers. My cock pressed so hard against my jeans, I couldn't contain it any longer. I unzipped them and pulled it out, exposing it to the child for the first time. Marie's eyes fixed on the stiff shaft as I started to rub it up and down with my hand. "You look like you've never seen a cock before, cunt," I laughed.

"I haven't Sir," whispered Marie. "Only drawings in school. Never a real one."

I laughed. "That's good, slut," I said. "Now, honey, I want you to do a striptease. Do you know what that is?"

"I-I think so Sir," whispered the girl.

"So what is it?" I asked.

"I-I have to dance, Sir, a-and take m-my clothes off while I'm d-doing it, Sir," she said.

"All of your clothes," I told her. "That means your pretty knicknicks as well, okay?"

"Y-yes sir," sobbed Marie.

"Well get on with it, slut," I said. "And don't you dare try and cover yourself up. If you don't do it properly, I will beat your arse with a stick. Okay?"

Marie made a loud moan and nodded. "Yes sir," she said.

"Well?" I said impatiently.

The little girl started to move about, dancing. Well, kind of. Her body moved with no apparent rhythm, rocking from side to side. She was bright red from shame. Slowly she pulled at her blazer, pulling it from her body. She held onto it for a second before dropping it on the floor. "You'll need to dance better than that if you don't want your arse beaten to a pulp," I warned her.

Her body started to move more, her feet shuffling around as she went into a kind of disco dance. The type of dance performed by a loner when they've been stood up in the school disco. She started on her blouse next. Her fingers fondled with the buttons as she tried to keep herself moving and undressing at the same time.

I lent back and started to stroke harder on my cock. She was pretty good at it, I had to admit. Though that wasn't enough to stop her getting the beating. Fuck, a professional stripper couldn't have impressed me enough.

Slowly but surely her blouse came undone. The child took a while to pull it off. She didn't wear anything underneath. Her chest was nearly flat with just tiny, puffy nipples, not even worth a training bra. Slowly, she stripped off the blouse, leaving her chest bare to me. My hand started to work faster and harder.

Next, the child kicked off her shoes. They had no laces any way and came off with a good few scrapes and kicks. Her socks were rolled down her heels. I had seen many young things wear socks like this. I guess it was a fashion. They came off in much the same way her shoes did. Standing bare foot and topless, the girl picked up her dancing again. "Turn around a few times, slowly," I told her.

The little girl did as she was told, turning around to show me her back. Lovely. Perfect for the whip. "Run your hands over your skin, cunt."

With another bout of shamed sobs, the girl started to rub her hands over her skin. She was rather seductive about it. I wouldn't last much longer at this rate. "Your skirt now and stay like you are, with your back to me."

With her bare back to me, and still dancing just as poorly, the child reached behind and unbuttoned the skirt. As the button came away, it dropped to her feet, and the little girl was left dancing in nothing more than her tiny pink knickers. I could feel myself coming close to cumming. I slowed my hand. I needed to or I'd cum on the floor. I didn't want to do that. I wanted her to take it in her mouth. "Your pretty knickers now, doll," I said.

The child shook with fear but took hold of the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down, straight off. Revealing her beautiful arse, and God was it beautiful. I liked my lips as I watched her prance about, seeing the fat globes of flesh dance with her. "Turn around."

With a long tearful moan, the child turned around, still shaking her body to the non-existent music. Her cunt was a gem. A very few black wisps of hair adorned the tiny tight crack of the eleven-year-old girl. "You can stop dancing," I said.

"Thank you Sir," gasped Marie. She stopped still and took several seconds to catch her breath.

"Kneel down in front of me," I said.

"Oh please...yes Sir," the child moaned and got to her knees two feet in front of my chair.

I stood up in front of her and, smiling, I pushed my cock into her face. "Do you know what cum is?" I asked her.

The child shrugged.

"Do you or not?"

"Kind of," she said. "Not really. It's white."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay. I take that as a no. It's sperm. The stuff that makes babies. Yes?"

"I know that, Sir, yes," she said.

"But you've never seen it. Only heard friends talk about it?"

Marie nodded.

"Not to worry you are going to see it real close up now," I laughed. "I want you to open your mouth."

The child did as she had been told and opened her mouth as wide as she could manage. I started to pump hard on my cock. "This is how I wank," I told her. "You should take note because this is the last time I'm going to show you. Next time you will need to do it yourself. Although you will also have to use other parts of your body as well as your hands."

The little girl moaned.

I grunted and my cock jerked in my hand. Thrusting forwards, I started to spray her face with my cum. I squirted some into her mouth but the majority of the thick white goo was spread across her face. "Keep still," I warned her. "Swallow what's in your mouth."

Marie closed her mouth and swallowed the cum on her tongue. "That's horrible," she groaned.

I leered at her. "I want you to use your fingers to scrape the rest from your face into your mouth."

"Oh Sir, do I have to?" moaned Marie.

"Don't you fucking well question me one more time, slut, " I said "This is your last warning whore. Next time you're dead, is that clear?"

"Oh, y-yes Sir," said Marie. "Sorry Sir."

"That's better," I said. "Now start scraping."

I smiled as I watched the eleven-year-old girl scoop the spunk from her face and suck it from her fingers. I left her to it and went to sort out my toys. I would fuck all three of her holes before I killed her. But I had cum now for a reason. "Tastes nice doesn't it?" I asked.

"No," moaned Marie. "It's horrible."

I laughed. "That won't be the worst thing you're made to eat let me assure you," I said. "Now go to that box over there. There are some clamps I want you to bring me. They look like two flat pieces of metal held together by nuts."

Marie looked in the direction I was pointing, got to her feet and walked to the box. When she opened it, she paused and then turned to stare at me. The box was full of toys. I probably wouldn't get to use most of them but the whips, clamps, dildos, and various other sex toys, must look quite daunting for an eleven year old virgin. "Hurry up, slut, and while you're there bring me the cat. That's the whip that looks like lots in one. It has nine tails."

The pubescent girl reached into the box and lifted out the cat-o-nine tails. "Is this it Sir?" she asked.

"Does it have metal studs on it?"

"Y-yes Sir," she said.

"Then that's it. And the clamps, cunt."

The little girl reached into the box and took out the pair of nipple clamps. She looked at them trying to decide why there were small holes drilled through the flat surfaces of the two iron plates that made up the clamps. She brought them to me. I held out my hands and the child placed the whip in one and the clamps in the other. I smiled at her. "Now if you keep on like this," I said, "keep being a good girl, then I won't have to use this on you." I held up the whip for her.

"Y-yes Sir," said Marie.

"First, I need to give you a demonstration of how much it hurts to disobey me," I said. "Turn around. I am going to give you four."

"B-but Sir," moaned Marie.

"This is why I need to give you a demonstration," I spat. "So you won't fucking well question me. TURN AROUND."

The child quickly shuffled around until she had her back to me. I moved behind her, lifted her hair and hung it over her shoulder. The smooth contours of her sweat- soaked back greeted me. Her fat bum was begging for the whip. She deserved it. She needed it. "I want you to stay as still as you can," I said. "I know you will have to move when I hit you, but I want you back like you are in three seconds. No more, okay?"

"Y-yes Sir," whispered the child.

"If you aren't, that one doesn't count."

"Yes Sir."

I stroked the whip over her smooth flesh trying to decide whether I should give the first one to her back or her arse. It was her first taste of the whip. I decided I would do her bum for the first one. I pulled back my arm and watched her body tense, knowing it was going to hurt but not knowing what to expect. "Bend forwards a little."

The little girl leant over just a little, poking out her fat bum for me. With as much effort as I could put into my arm, I swung the whip. I don't believe in holding back especially when I have the chance to hurt a gorgeous little child. It wouldn't be worth the risk if I was going to hold back. The tails landed against her arse with a snap. It took a moment but only a moment, then the child screamed. Her arms came from in front of her to hug her bum, and she stumbled forwards.

She started to cry, sobbing loudly. "Three honey," I laughed. "You've run out of time. I've got to do that one again."

"Oh please...no please..." begged the child.

"You see now why you have to do what you are told?" I sighed. "If you had got back where you were in the time allowed, I would be doing the second one, but now I have to start all over. No matter how much it hurts when you do what you are told, it will always hurt more if you don't. Now get back here."

"Oooh," moaned the child. She was quite bright and I'm sure she knew what I was getting at. "Yes Sir."

She took the two steps back and bent over in front of me again. Welts were already appearing on her smooth skin. That arse was so begging me to fuck it. I hit her again. She squealed and took a step forwards then back again. "Now that is a good cunt," I said. "Over a little more. This one is for your legs."

"Y-yes sir," sobbed Marie and she bent over further.

I swung the whip against her thighs. She shrieked a third time but stayed still. Her body wriggled but I could see she was fighting the urge just to run away. "Stand up straight now, slut," I said.

The 'third' blow went across the centre of her back. It arched as the blow hit and she stumbled forwards several steps. Her lungs expelled all their air in a deafening cry. But she moved back before three. She was delightfully obedient. "Bend over now, bumsex. Right over. Touch your toes."

"Y-yes sir," sobbed Marie.

Her body went over and her fat bum stuck up in the air. I could see the pink round arsehole and her gorgeous smooth cunt between her legs. I stroked the cat over her arse. The welts and lines brought up over the child's back and legs were rather nice. I wanted to add to the ones on her arse. I grunted as I swung the whip, getting the child across her gorgeous backside. She screeched in pain but didn't move. "You're a good girl," I said. "You can get up. Stay with your back to me for a second. I want to admire my work."

I sat back down and just gazed at her back. Some of the studs had cut her skin and blood was beginning to trickle from the shallow wound. Her body shook with sobs rather attractively. "Okay, slave slut. You can turn round now," I said.

The eleven-year old girl slowly turned around. She held her hands together just above her darling cunt. "Kneel down in front of me," I said.

"Y-yes Sir," moaned the child.

She got to her knees and shuffled to me. I reached out and took her left nipple between my fingers. I squeezed and pulled on the tiny nub for several moments. "Do you know how much it hurts to have nipple clamps on?" I asked.

Marie shook her head. "Will it hurt a lot, Sir?" she asked.

"Oh yes. It's like your chest is on fire," I said. "You will not try take them off, nor will you ask me to take them off, slut. I will whip you, if you dare. What you have just received is a little taste of how painful it can be. I can make it a hundred times worse than that. I am warning you, slut."

"Yes Sir," said the child.

I took the first of the clamps and loosened it. I pulled the nipple between the two iron plates so that it poked out the other side, and started to wind the wing nuts. It took only seconds for the two plates to tighten around the tiny nipple. The little girl started to moan as the pressure was applied around the sensitive flesh. Soon the moans grew in intensity as the pain started to set in. "Ow," she squealed. "It hurts."

"I told you it would," I said. "Don't worry, facefuck. It's going to get a lot worse yet."

"Oooh Sir," moaned the girl.

I laughed and continued to tighten the nuts. It took only three more turns on both the nuts before the child's hands came up to grab on to it. "Ow," she cried. "Please stop."

I frowned, and the child fell silent, her hands slowly letting go of the clamp. "I'm going to have to whip you," I said.

"Please don't," moaned Marie.

"What!" I shouted. "You blatantly disobey me AND ask me not to punish you for it. I am going to whip you until you can't fucking well stand. Now put you bloody arms behind your back. And DO NOT move them."

"Ow," sobbed Marie. "It hurts. I can't."

"Right, that IS IT," I shouted, grabbing the clamp and lifting it. Marie screamed but came up with it until she was standing. "If you can't do as you are fucking well told, I am going have to make you stay still. You're going to pay for this."

"No please...Sir please STOP!" I twisted the clamp and she screamed.

I stood up from the armchair, drawing Marie's nipple up until she stood on tiptoe. The child screamed and her body twisted involuntarily, trying to get away from the source of pain. But she only succeeded in creating more agony for herself. I slapped the child's face, throwing her whole body to one side. I was quite amazed that the clamp had stayed on this long. I let go of it and she collapsed at my feet. Reaching down, I grabbed hold of her hair and dragged her back to her feet. After pulling her across the room, I forced her down to her knees next to the box. "Stay," I commanded.

The child sobbed but stayed perfectly still. I opened my box, took out a length of rope and a knife. I cut off a piece and turned to the child. "Stand up and put your hands behind your back," I told her.

The crying, terrified child did as she was told. I used my hands to turn her around so she stood once again with her back to me. I used the rope to tie her hands behind her back and another piece to tie her elbows. She cried loudly as her arms were pulled into an unnatural angle behind her back but she was smart enough not to complain about it. Once I was sure her arms were immobilised, I took hold of her hair again and used it to pull the child along the floor. Without the use of her hands, she had no hope of getting to her feet and was dragged back to my seat. She screamed and cried for every inch.

Once I had sat back down in the armchair, I helped Marie back to her knees. "That should teach you not to be such a stupid cunt," I told her.

Without another word, I went back to tightening the clamp. The skin was already poking though the two small holes drilled in the iron strips. I twisted the nuts until I had almost completely flattened the poor child's nipple. Her screams had died down to deep, erratic breaths. Perfect for me to start on the other nipple.

She groaned and squirmed as I started to loosen the second clamp. I slapped her face. "Don't even think about going anywhere, slut," I warned her.

"I wasn't Sir," cried Marie.

"I'm just warning you," I said.

I took hold of the nipple, pulled it between the second clamp and started to close it. Marie gritted her teeth, knowing what to expect this time. She made the same fuss but was unable even to attempt to stop the pain. "Do your titties hurt?" I asked.

Marie sobbed and nodded. "Please Sir..." she cried.

"What did I say about you asking me to remove them?" I asked.

"That you will whip me...S...Sir," sobbed Marie.

"That's right. You tried to stop me once, and you asked me to remove them. I think I'm going to have to kill you for that."

"Ooooh noooo Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I-I...PLEASE don't kill me," Marie begged.

I sighed. "Only if you are really good from now on. Stand in the middle of the room. I need to make sure you can't move while I whip you."

It took Marie some effort to get to her feet when every movement caused even more pain in her nipples, but the child managed to roll to her feet and walked slowly into the centre of the room. I went back to the box and picked up the rest of the rope, tied a noose in one end and threw it over the bar I had attached to the ceiling whilst preparing this place.

The child knew a gibbet when she saw one and she looked, horrified, at me, "You are going to kill meeee..." she squeaked.

"Well that depends, cunt," I said. "If you're a good girl and come here and let me put this around your neck, then, no, I won't kill you. It is here to make you stay still while I whip you. If you fight, I will hang you and whip you until you die. Your choice."

The child stumbled towards to me and I smiled at her. She lowered her head, and let me put the noose around her neck and tighten it. I took the other end of the rope and pulled on it until Marie was stood on tiptoe, then tied it off to a hook on the wall. "Now Marie, I suggest you don't move or you might kill yourself," I said.

"Please...a little looser," begged Marie.

"No, fuckslut, I thought you were going to be good. Do not ask again," I sneered.

Marie mumbled and sobbed, her eyes glancing around desperately trying to stay locked on my position. I retrieved the whip and moved around until I stood in front of Marie. "I am going to whip your pretty, flat tits, okay honey?"

"Oh...stop..please Sir don't hit me..." cried the child.

I sniggered. She didn't ever learn. I pulled my arm back and delivered a vicious blow across her clamped nipples. The child screamed. I hit her again, and a third time in quick succession. Her feet moved, trying to get away from the pain but she could find no purchase. She slipped and her neck took the weight.

Her legs thrashed around as her throat was blocked. I continued to hit her. Just because she was choking was no reason for me to stop lashing her. I continuously whipped her chest, stomach, cunt, and legs, one after another, as the child thrashed about. It was quite fun watching her face turn blue. I was tempted to let her die then. I really was tempted but, hey, I'd not even fucked her yet. I put the whip down, went to the rope and let it loose. The child fell to the floor. I walked over to her and pulled the noose from around her neck. She gasped in air and coughed it out. It took a while for the palour to drain from her cheeks.

I laughed and picked her up then carried her over to my bench. "I want you to stand up," I said.

It took a few moments, but the crying child finally put her feet to the floor and a few moments more for her to become steady enough that I could let go of her. "Now you see why it is important to do what you are told?" I asked.

Marie nodded. "Yes Sir," she squeaked.

"Okay. I want to sodomise you now," I said. "Do you know what that is?"

Marie shook her head. "Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Oh yes. Basically I am going to have sex in your bum," I laughed.

Marie whined. "You are going to put your...your thing in my bum?" she asked.

"That's right. I am going to push my cock into your arse and fuck you senseless," I said. "Bend over the table."

Marie turned and leant over the table. It looked like she had finally learned her lesson. I laughed as she pushed herself up onto the table. "Spread your legs," I said.

The child did as she was told, parting her legs. I used my hands to open her arse cheeks and get a good look at the arsehole. I pushed my finger against it. She groaned loudly as it slipped inside. "It hurts," she cried.

"That's my finger, you dopey twat," I laughed. "You wait until I put my cock inside you there."

"Oh god...why do you have to hurt me?" sobbed the child.

"Because I love you," I told her.

Marie put her forehead to the table and sobbed loudly. I pulled my finger from her arsehole "Such a tight arse," I sighed. "It's going to hurt you like hell to have my cock up there."

"Oh why are you doing this to me?" she moaned again.

"Because I love you. I do it because I love you," I told her again.

"But if you love me, why hurt me?"

"Because I am a nasty person and I love hurting children," I said. "Do you love me?"

"No," sobbed Marie.

I frowned. "Why not?" I asked. "It's not your fucking choice. You love whatever I tell you to fucking love. Tell me you love me, cunt."

"I love you Sir," moaned Marie.

"That's better. There is going to be something wet and cold on your bum in a second, just to prove how nice I am. I'm giving you some lube."

"What's that?" moaned Marie.

"Cold wet stuff," I said. "It will make it easier for me to put my cock into your arse. It will make it hurt you less. So I want you to say thank you."

"Thank you Sir," sobbed Marie.

I went to the box to collect the lubricant. Truth be told it was more for my benefit than hers. I doubted I would be able to get very far inside her without it, and I really wanted to give this child a good fucking. I smeared a good amount of the jelly onto my fingers and applied it to the child's arsehole then placed the fat head of my cock against the wet hole, and pushed in hard.

It took several moments but, steadily, the hole opened around my cock. Marie cried out as the pain in her arsehole reached a new height. I sighed and pushed in deep. It was tight and warm. I sighed again as the child screamed. That sounded so nice. I pulled out several inches and plunged my way back in. The child threw back her head and yelled with the pain. So nice. I took hold of the child by the hips and started to fuck her as hard as I could. In and out with as much force as I could put into my thrusts. Marie wasn't enjoying it nearly as much but who the fuck asked her anyway?

I let the child's screams and cries wash over me as I pounded at her bum. It didn't take long, in the scheme of things not long at all, before my cock exploded its load deep inside the child's arse. I groaned and pulled it out of her, watching with some delight as my cum ran from the gaping hole. "I want you to clean my cock now," I said.

"Oh leave me alone," cried Marie.

"Get on your fucking knees and start sucking, slut," I shouted. "If you don't get down now, I will hang you again. Do you want to go through all that again, cunt?"

Marie moaned but wriggled off the table and fell to her knees. She shuffled around to face me. When she saw my shit-streaked cock, she looked up at me. "B...but it's got poo on it," she moaned.

I rolled my eyes. "Well duh," I muttered. "That's why it needs cleaning. Do you want to be hung up again? Because if you do, you are going the right way about it.

The little girl made a noise deep in her throat, put her head forward and stuck out her tongue. Slowly it lapped across the head of my cock. I sighed and slapped the child across the top of her head. "Ow," she cried. "Stop hitting me, please."

"Put it in your fucking mouth, then. You have no choice in the matter, so you'd better do it now. Otherwise the rope goes back round your neck."

Marie groaned, opened her mouth wide and literally sucked my cock in. She choked and gagged as the taste of her own shit filled her mouth. She looked up at me, pulling a face of absolute disgust. "I suggest you look like you are enjoying yourself. I am your master and YOU like EVERYTHING that I decide should go in your mouth. No questions asked. If it is from my body, or served on part of my body, you love it. You are addicted to it. Now start acting addicted."

Marie pulled from my cock and cried "But it's shit."

"Well, I gave you a warning which is frankly more than you deserved. I guess I'll have to put you back up there."

"Oh god no!" cried Marie. "Please, I'll do anything. I love sucking shit off your cock, Sir. Please give me more shit, Sir. I need more shit served on your beautiful cock, Sir."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yes please Sir. Don't hang me again, Sir."

I shrugged, and walked over to my box. Opening the lid, I pulled out a plastic jug, walked back to the slut, and put it on the floor in front of her. "Take a piss in that."

"What?"

I lashed out with my fist, hitting her in the stomach just below the ribs. The child crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. "Do I need to repeat myself slut?"

It took a few seconds for the child to catch her breath. "No sir," she gasped.

"What do I want you to do?"

"To do my wee in the jug, Sir."

"Well, get on with it, whore."

The crying child rolled to her feet and stood over the jug. She squatted down and began to tense her body. "I can't," she sobbed. I picked up the noose.

"Oh god, please no," sobbed Marie. "Not that again, Sir"

"Take a piss. Easy as that bitch."

Marie's body was shaking with the strain when, suddenly, a stream of piss fell from her cunt. Once it had started, it came easily, steadily filling the jug. She poured nearly three quarters of a pint into the jug. Not bad but not good enough. "I am disappointed in you. I wanted the jug filled."

"I can't do any more. It's not my fault."

"You, A, didn't drink enough today and, B, went to the toilet today. Both are punishable. Ignorance isn't an excuse. You have a choice, fuckbunny. You can either be hung up again or bend over and let me cane your fat bum. You should bend over the table and keep absolutely still. If you move, you will be hung up again. What do you choose?"

"T...the caning, Sir," whispered Marie. "Don't hang me again, please."

"Bend over the table. You are going to be caned until I decide you've learnt your lesson. You are NOT allowed to ask me to stop. Doing so will get you hung up again. Scream all you like. It turns me on. Oh yes, after I've finished I want you to tell me exactly how many strokes I gave you. If you can't, what will happen?"

"I...I'll get hung up again, Sir."

"That's right. Over the table."

The pubescent girl turned to lean over the table. I picked up the jug from the floor and placed it in a safe spot in the corner of the room. I went back to my box and took out the cane. I had bought this especially. It was much like the cat, flexible but firm, and thick. It promised to damage the child's soft skin. I wanted so much to see that. I turned back to Marie and swished the cane about, getting nice whistles from it. The child tensed at every sound.

I grinned and smacked her fat bum with the stick. There was a moment, then a scream, and what a scream. My cock reacted to that sound, rising up to gaze upon the tortured child. I hit her a second time. She screamed again. Her body was shaking yet she was trying so hard to remain in control. I hit her a third time. She only grunted this time. Holding the cane with both hands, I landed an especially vicious blow across the tops of her legs. She collapsed. Her legs went from under her. In a flood of tears, the child curled up in a ball on the floor.

I laughed at her and she curled up tighter. God, she was beautiful. "You really love me, don't you?" She just carried on crying.

I nudged her hard with my foot. "Don't you?" I persisted.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

"I really love you Sir," the child managed to sob.

"I know, because you want me to hang you up. That really shows you love me a lot. I have to make sure you get punished really bad as a reward."

"Don't hang me again. Oh please, not again...please don't...I...I...Oooh please," sobbed Marie.

I took hold of the child's hair and pulled her across the room. She kicked and screamed but, without the use of her arms, she could do nothing but be dragged into the centre of the room. Her head thrashed around in a last desperate attempt to prevent the noose from being put back around her neck. There was nothing she could do to prevent me from lifting her back up on tiptoe, held in place by the taught rope around her neck. "Oh, please don't...not the whip again."

"Oh no, not the whip. I'm going to use the cane."

"NO! Don't hit me."

"And the whip. You are going to get your back and bum caned and your front is going to get the whip."

"Ooooh...please...don't...I...I'll do anything...please don't do this, Sir, don't," she begged.

I do love to hear little girls beg. "No excuses. You will do Anything, yes? But you're also going to be whipped."

I walked back to the table and picked up the cane then moved back behind the girl. "Are you ready?"

"No! Please don't! NO...AIEEEEEEEEE" she screamed as the cane landed on her fat fleshy bum.

I started to laugh and my cock stood stiff as I beat the child's back, legs and arse with the cane. I had formulated just how I was going to distribute my time between her front and back. I landed countless blows against her soft smooth skin, cutting her in many places. Blood dribbled down her back. In truth, it didn't take long, a few minutes, before her legs gave out. I dropped the cane, picked back up the cat and moved around to start on the front. I loved looking into her eyes as this little girl choked herself. I paid special attention to her face with my whip, landing one in every three blow across the pretty thing. Her eyes were screwed up but I wouldn't put it past this whip to take one out.

It didn't unfortunately. The child fainted before I had finished. She had been hung barely two minutes before she passed out. The fucking whore still owed me four minutes. I let her down, sighing, took the noose from her neck and checked to see if she was still breathing.

She was, weakly. Not much else to do but wait until she woke up. I untied her arms before I went upstairs and filled a bucket with cold water. There might not have been much to do but there was still something. I carried the water to the cellar and, after locking myself back in, I poured it over her.

The effect was pleasantly quick. Her body thrashed around then she opened her mouth and screamed. I sat myself back on the chair. She sat bolt upright and stared straight at me. "How many times did I whip you?"

The tears fell from her lovely eyes. The marks on her face from the whipping only added to her beauty. "I...I don't know, Sir," she whimpered.

"I guess you're going to have to go back up there, then," I said, pointing at the rope noose.

"Oh please Sir," cried Marie "Not again...please don't."

"Will you do anything then?"

"Oh yes Sir...please...anything. Just don't hang me back up, Sir," she sobbed.

"See that jug of your piss over there? I want you to drink it."

"W-what?" gasped Marie.

A smile crossed my lips. "You heard me. You will put the jug to your lips and gulp it all down. Don't you dare spill any or you will go back up there."

Marie let out a loud moan but crawled to the jug, swallowed hard and lifted it up. It didn't even come near her mouth before she gagged. "I suggest you hurry up."

Marie put the jug to her sweet lips and took a quick mouthful. It stayed in her mouth for several seconds before she swallowed. Immediately, she heaved. "Oh yes, Marie," I said. "Don't you dare be sick. You'll be hung up, if you do."

Marie nodded, took another mouthful which she gulped down quickly then gasped in a breath through her mouth. I guess she figured she wouldn't taste it if she didn't breath through her nose.

The going was slow and there was a lot of gagging, but the poor terrified child managed to gulp down all of her piss. It was quite nice to watch. "I want you to do a poo in that jug, now."

Marie started to cry. She knew she didn't have a choice, she was smart enough to figure that out at least. She squatted down over the jug and oozed three turds into it. I couldn't help but smile. This bitch would have made some man really happy had she lived long enough to meet him. As it was, she was making me really happy. "Use your fingers, to clean yourself."

"Ooooh," moaned Marie, with a look of disgust as she put her hand behind herself and used her fingers to wipe the remaining shit from her bum. She pulled them back around to look on the brown smears.

"Clean them."

"With what, Sir?"

"Your fucking mouth. What do you think?"

"But Sir, that's disgusting! Oh please Sir, don't make me."

"I'm not making you do it. I am asking you to do it. You can always be hung up instead."

Marie put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

She choked immediately and heaved. Pulling her fingers out, she leant over the jug and heaved again. The third time, she vomited. At least she had enough sense to do it into the jug. "Clean your fingers. I think you might need a spoon for the rest of it."

Marie put her fingers back in her mouth and sucked them, sobbing all the time. She was staring at the mixture of vomit and shit with obvious sickness. She knew she would have to eat it. She also knew what the alternative was. "Please sir. Is there anything else I can do?"

"No. Now, do you want a spoon or do you want to use your hands like the animal you are?"

"C...can I have a spoon, please Sir," whispered Marie.

"Certainly shitmuncher. There's one in the box."

Marie walked to the box, opened the lid and rifled through until she found the large spoon and took it back to her disgusting meal. "Do I have to eat it all?" "It came out of you, it can go back in you."

"Yes Sir," sobbed the child.

She dug the spoon into the filth, took a generous amount onto it and, screwing shut her eyes, put it in her mouth. I rubbed my cock while I watched her eat her meal. The going was slow. Very slow. But I was willing to wait. It would give her a chance to get some strength back. I was planning to finish it soon.

As slowly as she went, spooning the mixture of shit and vomit into her mouth, it wasn't long before she had finished. I made sure she used her fingers to scrape the last remains from the bottom of the jug. She looked deathly pale and very nauseous. "Are you going to be sick again?"

Marie shook her head. "No Sir. I'm dizzy, though."

"Come here and take my cock in your mouth. I'll give you something to wash it down with."

"Are you going to wee in my mouth, Sir?"

"Yes. Now, come here and put your mouth around my cock, and don't you dare even think about spilling any."

Marie made another loud moan but crawled over to me. She bent over to take the head of my stiff cock into her mouth. As soon as she had her lips clasped over it, I started to piss. Her cheeks instantly expanded and piss seeped from her lips. As quickly as she was gulping it down, it wasn't quick enough. She pulled off as soon as my prick ran dry and leaned over, coughing and spluttering. "Oh tut tut. You spilt some. Back to rope."

"Oh no. Please Sir no. Don't do that, please. Anything, please...just don't hang me again. PLEASE SIR!"

"You have a choice. You can eat my shit and then I'll put screws through those holes in your nipple clamps. That means through your nipples. Or you can be hung up and whipped again."

"Oh god," cried Marie. "I'll eat your shit, Sir, and have the screws in me. Just don't hang me."

The little girl buried her head in her hands and cried. I stood up. "Put your head back a bit so I can put my bum on your mouth."

I stripped the rest of my clothes. Keeping them on was only chancing getting shit on them. I turned to Marie. The child looked up for a second before opening her mouth and leaning back. I turned around and settled my arse over her face. "Okay, for every bit you miss, I'm going to drive a screw into your legs. That is as well as the ones that go in your tits."

Marie moaned around my arsehole. I started to squeeze my shit out. I had been saving this for her. It slowly oozed into the girl's waiting mouth. I heard her start to gag as she struggled to swallow it. I pushed back, bending her head at an almost impossible angle. I wanted her to choke on my shit. I could feel it oozing from her mouth and dropping down onto her body. Three large lumps of my shit made the journey from my arse onto the child's face. As soon as I was finished, I turned to look at her. Her face was smeared with shit, her mouth was full of it, and lumps clung to her chest. I calculated about two dozen screws needed to be driven into her legs. Oh, fuck that, I'd break her arms instead. I smiled at that thought, and maybe a dozen screws into her legs. Six in each. "Hurry up and eat it all."

It was fun watching Marie scooping the shit from her body and depositing it in her mouth. The lumps were too big and solid for her just to swallow and she was forced to chew on them before she was able to get them down her throat. My cock was like a rod of iron. I wanted to fuck this little slut now but, as much as I get off on watching little girls covered in, smeared with, and eating shit, I had no desire to touch this filthy little slut until she was clean. "Do you want a shower?"

The little girl's eyes lit up. "Yes please, Sir," she chirped.

"And how about brushing your teeth as well, yes?"

"Oh yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I pointed to the small door in the wall. One of the reasons I had chosen this house, other than its low price, was the bathroom in the cellar. Even after I had dealt with Marie, I was tempted to keep this place. I'd stay clear of it for a while, of course, but, as long as nothing was traced here, I'd keep it. "Go in there and take a shower. There's soap and a brush, and toothpaste and a toothbrush. Leave your nipple clamps alone. Do they still hurt?"

Marie looked down at her chest. "Yes Sir. They hurt a lot but not as bad now."

"Kind of numb unless you move, yeah?"

"Sorta."

"Well, leave them on. No hurry. When you come back in. I want you to lay down on the table. I'm going to rape you there."

"Yes Sir."

"Now go." Marie hurried through the door. She didn't bother to close it, which I thought was nice. She probably thought I'd hurt her if she dared to. So I watched and wanked. She took her time but I didn't mind. I was willing to wait a little while before pushing my cock into that tight little cunt of hers.

She carefully cleaned all of her body and her hair then climbed out of the shower to bush her teeth. Several times, most probably trying to get the taste of shit from her mouth. The reason I was letting her was for my benefit, not hers. I didn't particularly want to taste it on her mouth or smell it on her breath while I fucked her.

I admired her gorgeous little body as she walked back to me. "There are no towels, Sir."

"I know. It doesn't matter. Get on the table."

"Yes Sir."

As Marie walked to the bench, I realised her slow movements were an attempt to limit the motion of her upper body. She flinched every time the clamps swung. They must be quite painful. She climbed up onto the table and laid back.

Taking hold of her legs, I pulled them open and her forwards to gain access to her cunt. I rubbed the head of my stiff cock against her tight hole and pressed it in until it rested against her hymen. It was tight, so lovely and tight. Marie took several nervous breaths and I thrust into her hard. The pain of her cherry popping couldn't have been anything compared to what she had already endured. Despite this, she threw her head back and cried out as I drove in deep. "You know, slut," I said. "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you get on the bus."

With that, I started to fuck in and out of the child's tiny cunt. It was marvellously tight and warm. The blood helped a lot in my rape of this screaming, crying child. Forcing my cock into her cunt several times, I felt her cervix give way and I penetrated inside her uterus. Finally, with one last thrust, I came with a loud grunt, pumping my cum deep inside the child. I pulled out of the crying girl. "You know, love. You are one of the best fucks I've ever had."

Marie cried. I smiled at her. "Okay, time I punished you for all those naughty things you have done."

"Oh please Sir. Don't hurt me anymore."

"Get up, slut."

Marie climbed down from the table and stood in front of me. I gently flicked one of the nipple clamps, getting a loud moan. Then, without warning, I grabbed both clamps, one in each hand, and pulled then twisted. Marie squealed and her body jerked forward. I pulled her back into the centre of the room by her little tits. "Shut up!" I shouted at her.

Marie fell quiet, making near silent moans, breathing quickly and panicky. I let go of her nipples and she gasped. "Okay Marie. Tell me that you want me to punish you."

"I...I want to be punished, Sir," she moaned.

"You deserve to be punished for being such a filthy little slut, don't you?"

"Y...yes Sir."

"Say it."

"I...I deserve to be p...punished for being a filthy little s...slut, Sir."

When I picked up the rope, the colour drained from Marie's pretty face. "Oh please Sir. Don't do that again, pleeeeease" she cried.

"Don't worry, fuckbunny. I'm going to tie your hands with it, this time. Hold them out in front of you. Put your wrists together."

The child held her arms out and, as instructed, pressed her wrists against one another. As quickly as I could manage, I untied the rope from the noose and wound it tightly around Marie's hands. I could tell she was in pain but the eleven year old girl kept quiet. I guessed she thought that if she complained I would make it worse for her. That was true, of course.

I tied the rope off and went to where it was tied to the wall. I quickly pulled the little girl up until she was once again on tiptoe. As far as I could tell, she was just glad that it wasn't around her neck. Leaving her standing like that for a moment, I went to the box to collect the things I would need. I took the items out, one by one, and placed them on the floor, where Marie could see them. A small sharp knife, a handful of small screws and a cordless power drill. The drill was fitted with a screwdriver rather than a drill bit and would be used to drive the screws in.

Marie started to whimper again. "Oh please don't hurt me any more," she begged.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to be naughty and stupid, and disobey me."

I picked up four of the screws and the drill and approached Marie. The child's eyes opened wide. "W...what are you going to do?" she stammered.

I just smiled. "Be a good girl and stand still."

I took one of the screws and placed the point into one of the two holes in her nipple clamps. "No," moaned Marie. "Please don't."

"Stand still," I said again.

Marie's body went tense. I grinned at her and placed the drill into the screw. The clamp had squeezed her nipple so thin that the screw wouldn't need to be guided. I pressed down on the trigger. The screw went straight through almost as if there was nothing there. Marie threw her head back and howled. Blood quickly wound down the screwthread and formed into drops at the point. Marie's body started to jerk and pull as she desperately tried to get away from me. I smacked my fist hard into her stomach. The child stopped moving and screamed again. It took a number of seconds for her to get her breath back. Then she started to struggle again.

"Will you fucking well keep still," I shouted.

"No!" screamed Marie. "Go away! Don't hurt me no more."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

I had planned for this. At one side of the room was the concrete block I had put there. It wasn't heavy as far as concrete blocks go, weighing only around fifty pounds. However, it was more than half of Marie's weight. I dragged it across to her feet and slapped her across the legs with my hand. "Stop moving slut."

"Stop it! Let me go," sobbed Marie.

I went back to the side of the room to collect the half a broom handle. I showed it to her. The child's eyes widened and she stood stock still. Of course, it was already too late. I took the broom handle in both hands and she began to whimper. When I pulled my arms back, she screamed. The scream lasted all of two seconds cut off when the blow to her stomach forced the air from her lungs.

That had felt good. A dark welt appeared across her midriff almost immediately. Her legs had buckled and she hung limp, staring at me, trying desperately to get her breath back. I dropped the broom handle and knelt by her legs. The concrete block had eyebolts set into it and a cuff linked to each eyebolt. I locked each of her ankles to one of the cuffs. That would keep her still. I stood up and looked into her eyes. Poor Marie was sobbing quietly, breathing deeply. "Now, dollface. I told you never to say 'no' to me. I know you didn't say the word, but not doing as you are told is the same thing."

"I'm sorry Sir."

Ignoring her, I turned to get my knife. "Keep still," I warned her.

Marie closed her eyes and her body went tense as I placed the tip of the knife against her stomach. "I told you that if you said 'no' again I would kill you, didn't I?"

Marie stayed silent and her body started to shake.

"Didn't I?" I insisted, poking the tip of the knife in a little, not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt.

"Yes Sir. Oh please don't kill me, Sir. I'm sorry."

Slowly I pulled the knife up her front, tracing a faint red scratch in its wake. Marie moaned at this new source of pain. I stopped when the blade was between the tiny lumps that passed for her breasts. "Do you love me?"

"Yes Sir," murmured Marie. "I love you Sir."

I took the knife away, receiving a sigh of relief from Marie. "I need you to prove it," I said. "Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to put the rest of the screws through your tits. Beg me to fuck your arse and beg me to hurt you as much as I can. If you convince me, I might let you live."

Marie stood silent for several moments then took a deep breath. "Please Sir, I love you," she said. "I...I...err...want you to fuck me, Sir. I need you to fuck...to fuck my pussy, Sir, and my arse, Sir. I need to feel your cock in my holes, Sir. Please hurt me, Sir. Put more screws in my titties, Sir. Hit me, hurt me. I deserve to be hurt as much as you can hurt me. I deserve to be hurt more."

"Not bad."

I dropped the knife to the floor, which seemed to make Marie relax somewhat. The Poor, pitiful slut had obviously assumed that I had changed my mind about killing her. I picked up my drill and the screws.

Marie let out a sob but stayed still, probably realising there was nothing to be gained from struggling except more pain, or death. I placed the screw into the first hole of the clamp without any screws. Placing the drill piece into the screw I drove it through her nipple. The child's reaction was once again quite pleasant. The pubescent slut screamed in agony. Her little body thrashed about but, inhibited by the concrete block shackled to her feet, all she could do was twist her torso in a desperate attempt to get away from me. My cock stood stiff again, desperate to taste any and all of Marie's fuck holes but, more than that, it wanted to hear her screams. I took hold of the first nipple clamp and pulled it out towards me.

Marie stopped thrashing and let out a small cry. I could see she wanted to say something in protest but she was fighting herself. She now realised she had no control over her fate. Well, no control other than to make it worse on herself. "That's a good fuck toy," I said.

I took another screw and held it in place in the second hole of the first clamp. Again I used the drill to drive it through. It took a little longer for Marie to calm down enough for me to drive the last screw in but, when I did, her reaction was no less fun. I put my hand between her legs and started to grind away at her cunt while I watched the thin lines of dark red blood trail down her nearly flat belly. I guessed that the concrete block would hold her legs wide enough apart for me to fuck her. I pressed my body against the trembling child, pressing my hard cock into her stomach. I would need to bend quite considerably to get my cock inside the girl, and the block would prevent me from lifting her more than the few inches that the cuffs would allow. Still no use crying over spilt milk.

I bent my legs until I was low enough to rub the head of my cock against the opening of her tiny cunt. Marie's thighs and pussy were still coated with the blood from her earlier rape, now a sticky covering. I pressed my cock against the hole and started to push it inside. The child's head rocked backwards and she started to moan in pain as her cunt was once again stretched around me.

Marie's sobs intensified as I fucked her for the second time, only the second time in her life. Though all it accomplished was to drive me to fuck her harder and deeper. I lifted her those few inches and pounded her cunt as hard as I could in the awkward position. I kept it up until my legs started to ache, and finally I couldn't be bothered any more. So I pulled out and looked at the crying child's face. She stared at me but said nothing. "Open your mouth."

Marie did as she was told opening her mouth as wide as she could. She really was a gem. I chuckled to myself and gathered the spit in my mouth. She gave a quiet sob when she realised what I was doing but made no attempt to prevent me. I spat on her tongue. "Swallow it slut. And say 'thank you'."

Marie closed her mouth and made a swallowing motion. "Thank you, Sir, for gobbing in my mouth, Sir," she whispered.

I walked over to the wall to let her arms down. When I released the rope, Marie slumped down, barely able to stand. "Bend right over. I want to go up your ass again."

"Ohhh," moaned Marie. "Yes Sir."

Her body went over and she poked her pretty fat bum directly at me. I went to the box to find a special thing I wanted to put in her there. The dildo was large by any standards. For this child it was huge, though its most striking feature was not its size but the multitude of short, sharp spikes that littered the surface. The metal spikes would scrape their way in, doing all sorts of damage to this girl. I liked the idea of causing her damage. Still I hadn't lied about wanting to give her arse a fuck. I towered over the child and drove my middle finger into her asshole. "Ow," moaned Marie.

My cock was next. I rubbed the fat head against the tight hole and started to push against it. Marie let out a cry as her arsehole gave up all resistance to my cock. I ploughed straight in, burying nearly half my cock inside her with the first thrust.

I pulled back a little and drove the rest of it in. I loved this girl's arse. Hot and tight, it was just ripe for a good fucking, and a good fucking is just what it received. I started to pump into her, hard. She screamed as I forced myself in and out of her. It wasn't long before I could feel myself being drawn towards orgasm. I didn't want to cum just yet, so I stopped and pulled out of the crying child. "Keep still. And say 'thank you'."

"Thank...thank you S...Sir," she sobbed.

"For what?"

"Thank you f...for fucking my bum, S...Sir."

I pressed the spiked dildo against the child's small arse. It was still gaping wide after being fucked, which had been the idea. I pushed the dildo against the hole. Marie's body went stiff as it slipped inside. As if it took a few moments for her to register the pain, she squealed then tried to move forward, away from the pain, but she only succeeded in collapsing altogether. Knelt down behind her, I made sure the dildo was pushed in far enough. Blood was dripping from her arsehole, stretched further than it was ever meant to, and sliced up by the metal spikes. "There we go. I bet that hurts."

"Take it out. Ooooh god...please...it hurts...please take it out."

"No. Now time for a facefuck, I think. Unless you want me to hurt you more, I suggest you get up and open that pretty mouth of yours."

Marie climbed painfully to her feet. She was trying desperately hard to not to hurt her arse or her tits further. Though, from the sound of her whimpers and sobs, she wasn't doing a very good job of it. She made sure her head was level with my cock before she stopped and opened her mouth. It was almost a shame this kind of obedience was so late in coming. I placed my cock in her mouth and took hold of the back of her head. I heard her catch her breath. I drove in hard, straight into the back of her throat. She gagged. I pulled out a little and forced in again, harder this time. I wanted to get my cock all the way down her throat. In, out and back in again, each time inching my cock down her throat until her face pressed into my pubes. Her throat felt good around my cock. The way she gagged and choked was so nice. I pulled back into her mouth and came, filling the fuckhole with my filthy cum. Marie gulped it down as I pumped it into her mouth. She was a natural at this.

With my sex drive temporally satisfied, my brutal sadistic side regained control. I was finished with her now. Or just about. It was time to milk her body of the rest of its pain.

I moved back to the rope and began to pull her back up. "Oh no!" cried Marie. I laughed at that. She was probably wondering when I would get bored of hurting her. I pulled down on the rope until she was again on tiptoe. She started to moan, as the pain set in again. I put my weight down on the rope, lifting both child and concrete block several inches from the floor. Marie screamed. I tied off the rope and leered at the child. She hung there, body taunt, agonisingly stretched by the concrete block. I grabbed a handful of the screws and the drill. It was time to have some more fun.

She was helpless. The block was too heavy for her even to move. She was forced to watch, capable only of screaming, as I placed the screw against her kneecap and drove it through with the drill.

I watched the blood begin to trail down he leg, waiting for Marie to stop screaming. "How many is it I have to do of these?"

She didn't answer but then I hadn't expected her to. I took a second screw and drove it into her other kneecap. I amused myself for several minutes doing that. Drilling five screws into both legs, a few into her thighs, but mostly into her knees and shins. I got bored after ten. She no longer even screamed. Just hung there, crying, and occasionally grunting in agony. It was time I finished anyway. I glanced down at my watch. It was getting late and I was hungry. I walked back over to my box and reached inside to take out the thick heavy chain. Marie stared at me as I folded it over in my hands. "I'm going to beat you to death now, okay?"

"No...please don't...no," she sobbed.

I put the chain down. "Okay," I said. "Do you want me to take those clamps off you."

"W...what?"

Giving her my sweetest smile, I offered again "Do you want me to take the clamps off?"

"Y...yes please Sir. C...can you let me down. It hurts. Please Sir."

"One thing at a time, hey?"

I picked the knife up from the floor. "W...what is that for?" cried Marie.

"To take the clamps off," I laughed.

"No!" she screamed.

I grinned at her. "Didn't I tell you I'd kill you if you ever said 'no' to me?"

"Stop it...oh please."

"You have repeatedly disobeyed me. Frankly death is more than you deserve. I need to go soon, though. So, it's tough."

I took hold of the nipple clamp on the left titlet and pulled it out a little. "NOOO!"

With a single slash, I cut the clamp from her body and dropped it to the floor. The child's scream was phenomenal. I didn't even wait for her to stop screaming before I pulled on the second clamp and sliced it from her body. Laughing, I dropped the nipple and the knife on the floor and retrieved my chain. "Goodbye Marie."

I watched for a moment, gazing at the blood pouring down her chest, before I hit her. The chain laced across her ribs. It was easily heavy enough to break them, and from the way she screamed, I'm sure it had done. I didn't care. In fact I was hoping it had broken her ribs. The thought turned me on. I hit her again. And a third time. Blood sprayed out over the room as I smashed her body.

My cock rose again as I beat her. She stopped screaming soon after the third blow. But I kept hitting. My cock strained hard again. I needed relief. So I stopped. Marie was still alive, barely. Her eyes were open but not registering anything. Blood flowed from her mouth but she was breathing. I should have hung her up like this the last time I fucked her. I knelt down and unlocked the block letting one side drop to the floor so that I could spread her legs wider. I stood up and forced my cock into her cunt and started to fuck her.

She was dead before I came, though when she died I couldn't tell. However, I pumped my last lot of seed into the hanging corpse. I sat down on the floor and looked up at her. Her broken body hung, limp. I was tempted to keep her there like that, as a decoration, but I knew that wasn't possible. I sighed and looked around the room. Everything was coated in blood. Oh well. I sighed and yawned. I'd clear up in the morning. Right now, I needed something to eat. I glanced down at my watch. "Fuck," I muttered. I needed to get cleaned up. I had a date with my girlfriend. I'd take her to dinner. I really was hungry.

I got up and walked towards the door. I took one last look at Marie. "Thanks slut," I said. "For the best fucking day of my life." Laughing, I closed the door behind me.

The End