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If anyone has the rest of this serie.. There must be 10 parts..

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Subject: The Shoplifter Ch1 (Mf nc, pedo, rape, tort, sad)
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***** WARNING *****

The following text file contains sexual situations which
may not meet every one's reading expectations. If you are
offended by Children having sex, Children having sex with other
children, incest, B&D, S&M or Children being tortured. Then
you will want to exit this file right now and DELETE IT
IMMEDIATELY, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!

You will not hurt my feelings if this type of material
offends you and you delete it from your system.

If you are a really twisted fuck, then read on and enjoy the
story.

This story is a fantasy written for ADULT entertainment only. If
you don't want children harmed by this material, then do not
show it to them. Any endeavor to reenact or reproduce any of
these stories in real life may be illegal or carry certain
restrictions. For example: In some parts or South America and
Africa you would need parental consent before doing many of the
thing depicted in this story. In other countries you would not
need parental consent as long as you worked for the government
or military. The Author, of course knows the difference between
fantasy and reality and assumes no liability for such actions.

WARNING!!!!

This story, in 10 parts is about a young (12 yr.) girl who
is abducted by a stranger. She is then systematically tortured
for several weeks. She then joins with her abuser in a classic
example of "Embracing the corrupter" Together they capture
more children (5 yr.. to 17 yr..) and torture them to death. As
of the 10th chapter they now have 4 children working together
abducting, raping, torturing and discarding/selling young bodies
as fast as they can process them. You may feel that this is an
EXTREMELY sick story so if this description doesn't sound like
like your cup of tea. Delete it immediately! - The Ripper
rip...@hotmail.com

The Shoplifter Part 1

The drive took over an hour. I didn't mind tho. I kept thinking
about what I had in the trunk and what I was going to do to her.
She was 12 years old, blonde and with a firm, trim body.

The snatch had been easy, I had been out of town on a business
trip when I stopped at the local mall. It was about 7 O'clock in
the evening. While I was passing the jewelry counter of one of
the department stores I saw her. She was in the cosmetics
department and she looked guilty, like she was up to something.
After awhile I saw what it was. She slipped what looked like a
lipstick into the front of her jeans. As she started to walk
away, I looked to see if store security was shadowing her. - no
one in sight. I followed her as she left the store. What an
opportunity! The only problem was that this girl was only about
11 or 12 years old. I used to read stories about pedo fucks on
the internet and it used to enrage me, I mean the thought of
capturing a child and torturing them to death was something so
far out there that anyone even thinking such things should be
shot. Much better to capture and torture to death an adult
college student or two... Or was it? A College student might be
married and would leave behind a husband and maybe kids. It
would be unfair to them to kill their mother/wife. But, a child
would also be lighter and easier to control. What about safe
sex? A child would most likely be free of the deadly AIDS
virus.. But a child can't please a man the way a woman could.
they just don't have the experience nor the fully developed
bodies... I had to make a decision, grab this girl if a could
or wait for another time when I might find an 18 year old out of
gas on the freeway.... What's the difference I finally decided,
They will both scream. They will both thrash around in agony as
the pain consumes them. If I was caught by the police I would be
out of jail in 2 or 3 years in any case because the pot smokers
are taking up all of the space. Besides, I could teach a child
to please a man....

As she approached the entrance where my car was parked I caught
up to her and said "Don't you think you should pay for that?"

She stopped dead in her tracks. Other people were passing back
and forth but I'd said it quietly and no one paid any attention
to us. Her mouth opened and closed and color came to her face.
"Come with me young lady" I said as I walked out of the mall and
into the parking lot. She followed me to my car, she started to
say that she was sorry and she'd put it back but I said "We'll
talk at my office" I asked her what her name was and how old she
was. She said her name was Kimmy Dunskirk and she just turned 12
last week. I asked her if her mother knew what she was doing at
the mall. Her answer was a sullen "No." We got to my car, I
unlocked the passenger door and held it open for her. As she
was getting in, I asked her if her mother would be home right
now. She said that yes, her mother would be home but please
don't call her, She'd just kill her if she found out. I told her
that she should have thought about the consequences before she
started shoplifting at one of my stores. I also told Kimmy that
when we got to the corporate office we would be calling her
mother and telling her all about what her daughter was doing at
the mall.

I got in the car, started it up and backed out of the stall. I
then put it in drive and headed for the exit. As I was getting
on the freeway the first pangs of alarm hit her "where are we
going? I live just two blocks that way, on Emerald street" she
said. "we handle shoplifters at the corporate office on the east
side. Don't you worry, if your mother can't drive over there to
pick you up then the police will give you a ride home" That
seemed to satisfy her and she sat back and started to cry.

We rode in silence for some time, then I needed to distract her
and prepare her for what was to come later.

I glanced at her and said "You know, we've been watching you
girls for some time now. Where are the others tonight?"

She looked up at me with confusion "what others?"

"Don't you play dumb with me! We have you all on camera. You
come in usually 2-3 at a time and make off with whatever you can
carry out the door!"

"Not me! This is only my first time doing anything like this! I
, I .. I don't know what you are talking about." she said with
more than a hint of confusion in her voice.

"We also want to know where you are storing the stuff. 2 or 3
thousand dollars worth of cosmetics is just a little too much 3
or 4 preteen girls to use for themselves."

She really started crying in earnest now, She said that I must
have gotten the wrong girl because she was alone and didn't
usually go to the mall but her mother thinks that she is at her
friends house and she only stole stuff a few times and just an
eye shadow or lipstick to play grownup with.

"What's your friends name?" I asked her.

"Carol" she said.

"So. You lied to your mother and told her that you were going to
Carols house and YOU LIED TO ME AND SAID THAT YOU NEVER STOLE
ANYTHING BEFORE!" I shouted at the terrified girl.

During this time I had taken an exit and drove to the area where
I had my sales meeting earlier that day. It was an industrial
area and I just looked for a building that didn't have any cars
parked around it. I found one that didn't have any cars for
about a block on each side and drove around to the back. Once
there I grabbed Kimmy by the wrist and hauled her out of the car
on the drivers side. Then I twisted her arm behind her back and
marched her to the back of the car. She started to inhale as if
to scream and I put more presser on her arm and that stopped
that. I doubted that anyone would hear her but there would be
time and a place for screaming later.

I opened the trunk and reached in with one hand and opened the
toolbox I had in there. Lifting out the top tray I grabbed a
handful of nylon ties that I use for my work. I wrapped one
around the wrist I had hold of and wrapped another around her
other wrist and looped it through the first one I tightened them
both so that it would hold without cutting off the circulation
to her hands.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"I am tired of you kids just waltzing off with whatever you
please and then lying your way out of it. I replied. "The ride
might not be too comfortable but I'm sorry, I don't have a
blanket for you to lay on."

With that, I pushed her into the trunk, Grabbed an ankle,
trapped the other ankle under it and put the nylon ties around
her ankles and then attached them to her wrists. I put the
toolbox together and pushed it out of the way while I slid her
legs sideways so that I could close the trunk. During this time
she was screaming her little head off. The closed trunk lid
muffled most of it but I searched around in the trash bins until
I found a short rope and a dirty cloth.

I opened the trunk and leaned in while I fashioned a gag for
this child. Once attached, I looked at this 12 year old scared
and defenseless girl and grew hard - I couldn't wait!

I whispered into her ear: "While we're going to a more private
place I want you to think about the names and addresses of your
partners, and about were you and Carol have hidden the stuff you
stole from me." With that I closed the trunk and started off.

I had been hoping for an opportunity like this for months. When
I bought the house I explained to the contractor that I am a
musician. I got his help in soundproofing the basement and
adding additional electrical outlets for the amplifiers. I also
had him add a restroom with shower and auxiliary exhaust fan so
that I could convert part of my basement into a weight room and
not have the whole house stink of sweat. He wanted to put the
exhaust in the upper wall and just connect it with the outside
air but I told him it would help the resale value if it went all
the way to the roof. I also reminded him that I am a musician
and did not want the neighbors calling the police every time I
had to practice. I had enough of hearing sensitive neighbors
delaying my work.. No more.

I drove into the garage and waited until the automatic door
closed behind us. I then went back and opened the trunk.

The first thing I noticed was the wetness of her jeans and the
faint odor of urine. I reached into the toolbox and got some
wire cutters and freed her legs. It was a few minutes before she
could stand on them and then I escorted this scared little girl
into the house. "Are you hungry?" I asked. Getting no response I
led her into the basement and closed both the heavy door I
replaced the regular one with and the heavy door I added to keep
it soundproofed while I went in and out.

After closing and locking the doors I guided Kimmy into the
center of the room. I took a moment to look her up and down. She
was about 5'3" Blonde hair that curved gracefully to her
shoulder blades. In addition to her now wet faded blue jeans she
was wearing a yellow pullover shirt and a brown belt. Her face
was well defined and her torso gently tapered to her waist. her
12 year old breasts were heaving softly with her breathing, each
one of her breasts seemed to be the size of an egg. I couldn't
wait to see, feel and taste them for myself. Her hips seemed
about the same width as her chest and I thought that she looked
very sexy.

She was rather unsteady as she stood there watching me. She
still had her gag in but I saw that it was coming loose so I
removed it. She started to inhale, preparing to scream but I
raised a hand and told her to stop it. She did.

I cut her wrists free and told her to sit on a folding chair I
brought out for her. Then I took a seat facing her.

"Now," I said.

"Let's talk about were you girls hid all the stuff that you
stole"

She inhaled and waving her hands said "I think you must have the
wrong girl because, yes, I took the lipstick OK, but I am not
involved with anyone else and the only things I have is at my
house and it's just lipstick and some rouge and nail polish and
I'll gladly pay for all the things I took `cause I have an
allowance OK,?"

I said: "We have you on camera, I've been watching you for
weeks! Don't you play innocent with me! First you said this was
your first time, then you said you had stolen a lipstick and eye
shadow! Now you've just said that you have nail polish and rouge
at your house! You are the right girl all right and I am going
to get your friends too."

She started to cry and get hysterical at this point saying over
and over that she didn't know what I was talking about. And
please let her go and that she would pay for the things that she
took. I just sat there and looked at her during this time,
Finally, I walked up to her, took her face in one hand and
slapped her with the other hand.

"SHUT UP!" I shouted

she started to moan and rock back and forth.

I said "Where is the lipstick that you stole tonight? Are you
trying to hide it from me?

She stopped moaning and looked down at the front of her jeans.
There was the bulge that she had stuffed down her pants earlier
that evening.

"Give it here" I demanded.

She looked uncomfortable and her face started turning a deep
shade of red

"NOW!" I screamed at her

she reach into her pants and after a little groping got hold of
the lipstick and pulled it out. I took it from her and looked at
it, then I gave it a sniff. "Did you piss your pants young
lady?" I asked in a gentle tone

"Y,Y,Yes sir in the car it was a long ride and I ..." She
stopped talking when she looked at me .

"Well we're just going to have to clean you up a bit" I said.
"Take off your clothes and get in the shower over there.

She just looked at me. "Let me help you" I said gently.

I walked over to her and took her by the arm. She started to
struggle shouting "NO!"

I twisted her arm behind her back and walked her over to a work
table that was strewn with electronic parts and tools. I picked
up the stun gun I had laying there and, pressing the button,
arced the 120,000 volt device in front of her face. She stopped
struggling and I told her that if she didn't do what I say it
would be bad for her.

I released the arm behind her back and took her upper arm in one
hand and the stun gun in the other and told her to pick up the
rope and the handcuffs. On the way to the shower I had her bring
the chair also.

Once inside the 5 ft by 6 ft shower area I told her not to move
while I stood on the chair and ran the rope through one of the
eye bolts attached to the ceiling for just this purpose. I then
told her to put the handcuffs on, threatening her with the stun
gun while she complied with my orders. I tied the rope to the
chain in the handcuffs and pulled her arms over her head. Once
Kimmy was secured I set the stun gun down, walked up to her and
placed my hands on her waist. Man! She felt good! I could feel
the firm muscles in her abdomen move while she shifted her
weight from one foot to the other. I looked into Kimmy's face
while I gently ran my hands up and down her sides. she looked
scared and her legs started trembling. "We need to clean you up
a bit." I said as I slipped my hands under Kimmys shirt and felt
her bare flesh. It was beautiful! I didn't touch her breasts
directly but the edge of my hands rubbed against the sides of
Kimmy's breasts as I continued to gently rub and caress Kimmy's
lovely skin from her waist to her armpits on both sides.

Kimmy was not having a good day. Tears were streaming down her
pretty little face and her legs continued to tremble.

After a while I lifted Kimmy's shirt over her head and up her
arms to where the handcuffs were. "Hold this" I said as I put
the shirt into Kimmy's bound hands. I held her at arms length
while I admired Kimmy's beautiful body. Summer had just started
so there were no tan lines. Just a soft white expanse of flesh
from her graceful neck to her firm belly

"Give me your foot." I ordered.

She hesitated a bit but lifted her foot and allowed me to take
hold of it. I pulled off her shoe and sock and then asked for
her other foot. I carefully removed her shoe and sock. I held
her foot for some time admiring the softness and warmth of it.
As I held her foot in my hand, I gently ran a fingernail across
the soft underside. She jerked and gasped as she tried to pull
away. Good, She was ticklish too. I released her foot and took
hold of her jeans and started to undo them.

"What are you doing?" Kimmy asked fearfully.

"I have to clean you up, don't I?"

I undid her pants and grabbing both sides at the hips, slowly
uncovered her pubic region. What a sight! Smooth, warm flesh
blended together and formed her pussy lips. She was just
starting to get a few wisps of hair down there. I wanted to
stick my face in there and run my tongue up and down it's
length- but there was plenty of time for that later, For now I
had a job to do. I pulled her jeans down to her ankles and had
her step out of them. I then removed the chair and clothing from
the shower stall.

I went upstairs and brought down my camcorder and a tripod. It
took just a moment to set it up. I plugged the camcorder into
the wall outlet so that I wouldn't have to worry about the
batteries. I aimed it into the shower stall. I thought about
wearing a mask so I would not be recognized if the tape fell
into the wrong (right) hands, but I decided that I wanted the
full experience with young Kimmy.

I hooked a hose up to the spigot that was mounted on the wall
near the regular shower faucet controls and placed an adjustable
garden sprayer on the end of it. Turning on the water I adjusted
the stream to a heavy spay and made sure the water temperature
was warm.

I Turned to face Kimmy's frightened form in the shower. "No...
Don't hurt me ! Please.." She wailed as I picked up the stun gun
and approached her trebling body.

"Now, listen up." I said. "You could have been in here taking a
nice warm shower alone. But no, you had to be disobedient and
talk back to me. When I want you to say something I will tell
you. Until then, shut up! Or you will get some of this!" With
that I touched the stun gun to her belly and pressed the button.
"Yiieee" Kimmy screamed as her body jerked in a sudden spasm.
Kimmy screamed again as I touched her chest with the probe. I
gave attention to her left nipple, her buttocks and under her
arms deep within her armpits. She hung there catching her
breath. Her legs had given out and she was being supported by
her handcuff bound wrists.

"Don't you make a sound unless I ask you too. Do you understand
you lying bitch?"

"Yees, Yes, OK, just don't hurt me any more." she pleaded.

"Did you just talk more that you should? Let me show you again
what happens when you disobey me or talk back."

With that I started spraying the water on her legs. Slowly going
higher to her crotch and up to her chest and finally I was
spraying her whole body with the warm water. She had regained
her feet by now and looked at me with both fear and relief
because I was not hurting her as she expected. That was to be
short lived however as I set the hose down and shut off the
water. I asked for her foot and she lifted her right leg. I
grasped the underside of her ankle and said "This is what
happens to bitches that speak out of turn or who lie to me and
don't do what I ask of them." as I placed the stun gun onto the
sole of her foot. She started to scream even before I pressed
the button. Kimmy's foot was wet and as you know, electricity
works a lot better when the skin is wet. I pushed the button for
a quick 1/4 second burst and as her body jerked her left foot
lost its grip on the tile floor and she came down with her
weight on her wrists again. I was a little concerned that she
might break an arm or something but she only weighed about 90
pounds so I guess There was no danger.

I had Kimmy firmly by one ankle and her body swayed from the
eyebolt in the ceiling. I pressed the stungun into her foot
again for a 1 second bust and then another. Kimmy was screaming
and jerking and it was all I could do to hang onto her twitching
leg as I zapped her a good long one for about 10 seconds. I
paused and let her catch her breath as she tried to get her left
leg under her so she could take the weight off of her wrists.
"So, The lesson here is DON'T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TOO." As I
pressed the button for a 30 second burst. "AND DON'T EVER LIE TO
ME." as I pressed the button for a full minute. During this
minute Kimmy tried to kick me with her free leg and her screams
were not as loud as I expected because She couldn't catch her
breath enough put any force behind it. Her struggles seemed to
fade as I continued to press the electrodes into her soft sole.
Finally, I put the stungun away and just watched as Kimmy
recovered from this assault. It was hard to tell but I think she
pissed herself during her punishment. I sprayed her down again
but this time with cold water. When I finished hosing her down,
Kimmy was hanging by her wrists with her legs still trying to
move enough to get under her and take the pressure off of her
arms.

I checked the rope to be sure that It would not come free and
then went out. After locking up the house and making sure no one
was lurking around I went to the local late-night Walmart store
to get some things for the numerous torture sessions Kimmy and I
were to enjoy over the next several weeks.

She was standing When I came back. She looked tired and was
probably hungry too. I released her from the hand cuffs and
walked her back to the chair she was sitting in earlier. I saw
that her wrists were red and she was rubbing them like they were
sore. I went to the little refrigerator and got her some ice in
a plastic baggie. She was quite a sight: a naked 12 year old
holding an ice pack between her wrists while shivering with the
cold!

Do you need to use the bathroom? I asked. "Yes, please" she
replied.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"I'm starved!" she said gratefully.

"Go ahead and use the bathroom, it's right next to the shower."
I told her pointing.

She went to the bathroom while I pulled a McDonalds bag from the
sack I brought home. I also readjusted the camcorder to point at
the chair Kimmy would be sitting in shortly. Of course what I
needed was an assistant who could run the camera while I
tortured my victims.- Well, we can't have everything. When Kimmy
was done in the bathroom she came back and sat down looking at
the McDonald's bag.

"So," I asked, "Where did you girls hide all that stuff?"

"Nowhere, I don't have what you are looking for" She said.

"Come over here" I Said, leading her to a sawhorse one side of
the room. On the way I stopped to redirect the camera to the
next area of entertainment.

I pulled it out a little way so that there would be enough light
and had little Kimmy stand facing it with her legs spread.

I used some rope and tied each of her young shapely legs to two
of the sawhorses legs. I then bent Kimmy over the sawhorse and
tied her wrists to the other legs.

I was starting to get aroused again. Kimmy's young shapely ass
was sticking up in the air, the backs of her lovely legs
stretched taunt and her back curving forward exposing her
backbone. I took a minute and touched each of her vertebrae from
her tailbone to her neck. You see, one of the tortures I had
planed for Kimmy was to drill into her spinal column and inject
some drain cleaner (Sulfuric acid) to irritate the nerves in
there. I didn't want to do that this week thou. I didn't want to
do anything that would permanently disfigure or injure her
lovely body.... In addition to torturing young Kimmy, I wanted
to make love to her willing body, therefore, all of her parts
needed to be in working order.

I spread her ass cheeks and admired her pussy lips and asshole
up close. Kimmy was breathing slowly and just waiting, knowing
that she couldn't change what was to happen. I pulled a flat
piece of wood from the bag I got that night and Said "one more
time Kimmy, Where did you hide the stuff?" Of course I knew that
she had no idea of what I was talking about, part of Kimmys'
torture was that she had no way to stop the pain and abuse that
was to come.

"where's the stuff you stole Kimmy!" I stopped to check the
camera... Good, It was framed right on Kimmy's sweet young and
tender ass and her lovely face was visible as her head hung
down. Her face would not be in view while she moved her head
around but I figured that it would be in this position enough of
the time.

I walked up to her with the paddle in hand.

She started crying and saying that she didn't know what I was
talking about. I went over to my workbench and used the drill to
make holes in the business end of my paddle. I then returned and
said "Well, if this is the way you want it my dear..."

I swung it with good solid swing coming from up high and slicing
down to her buttocks. I knew she could see it coming from her
position draped over the sawhorse like she was. I saw her butt
muscles tense just before impact. "Yeeiiiaa!" She screamed.
Then she screamed again even tho I only hit her once. Her head
bounced up and her hands and feet clenched and unclenched a few
times. "Where is it bitch!?" I asked, then immediately swung and
connected with her other ass cheek. "Ahhhii" she screamed again
and again as I paddled her butt good. I spaced the strokes out
so that she would not pass out or anything like that. After
about 5 minutes, every stroke seemed to get a little less of a
response from her. I was tempted to hit her harder but I did not
want to split the skin or leave any deep bruising. I spanked her
for about 15 minutes and quit because my arm was getting tired.
Kimmy was slumped over the sawhorse still twitching and
screaming in pain for several minutes. Her Buttocks were bright
red from the paddling and saliva and snot where dripping from
her nose and mouth, getting into her hair that was touching the
cold concrete floor. Her breaths came shallow and raggedly like
she was having trouble finding the strength. Maybe it had
something to do with the fact that she was laying with all of
her weight supported on her diaphram on top on the sawhorse.

It was about 11:30 PM and I had to go to work in the morning. To
finish out Kimmy's first night of torture I grabbed a jar of
Vaseline and a canister of pepper spray sold for self defense.
I approached Kimmy and rubbed her ass cheeks gently. She was
moaning softly in pain. I told her : "This is what happens when
you don't do what I ask." I then held my breath as I sprayed
Kimmy's ass cheeks, asshole and pussy lips with a good coating
from the pepper spray canister. I then stepped over and
activated the exhaust fan to clear the fumes. Kimmy started to
moan louder and stir a bit as I put on a pair of rubber gloves
and scooped a handful of Vaseline out of the jar. I spread the
Vaseline over all the areas where I had sprayed her. The
Vaseline was to help Kimmy's already abused skin absorb the
pepper and to keep Kimmys' body from flushing the irritant out
as the poor girl sweated. Within moments the pepper was having
the intended effect. Kimmy's Ass was wiggling and the muscles in
her young tender legs were pumping and her abdomen was heaving
and of course, Kimmy's tired lungs were once again getting their
exercise as she started screaming again, saying that it hurt and
she didn't know where the stuff was hidden.

I prepared to go upstairs and found the McDonalds bag where I
had left it. Too stale by now for me so I unwrapped the food and
placed it where Kimmy could see it during the long night. I left
the lights on and went upstairs for something to eat and to go
to bed. As I lay in bed my thoughts kept going back to the sweet
innocent child locked up in my basement and the pain she was
experiencing and the pain and sex to come. I wondered if I
should go down and check on my little girl When I realized that
the tape had been set to 2 hour recording and the tape should be
just about finished. I took a blank tape and went downstairs to
my prize. the first thing I checked was the camcorder. It was
still running so I waited.

Kimmy was still awake but did not seem to notice me. she was
moaning in a high pitched squeal kind of moan. her ass and pussy
lips were a deep red color and she was sweating. I thought about
giving her some water but decided that a little dehydration
never hurt anyone. Her ass muscles would clench once in a while
and her moaning would increase or decrease. Finally the tape
stopped and I went about the task of inserting the new tape. I
kept it set to 2 hour mode so that I would get the best picture
possible. When I closed it up, Kimmy must have heard the tape
compartment shut because she noticed me and said "Please...
PLEASE stop doing this to me! I'll do anything you want it
hurts.. It HURTS A LOT! Please... Please stop it..."

I didn't say anything, With a last glance to be sure the camera
was rolling I picked up the paddle and approached my helpless
little prisoner. Kimmy started screaming and getting hysterical,
Straining against her bonds she cried out " NO!.. NOOO! please,
DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!.. I'LL DIE... PLEASE!"

I lined it up and gave her a good smack across her left buttock.
Kimmy let out her loudest yell yet. Man that must have hurt! I
lined up on her other check and the board whistled through the
air and landed with a resounding SMACK! Kimmy stiffened and then
collapsed. I thought I killed her but with relief I saw that she
was still breathing. I took the stun gun and zapped her face a
few times to wake her up. She came around slowly and just lay
there at first. then she blinked a couple of times and her face
screwed up in pain again. I left for the night and had restless
sleep until my alarm clock went off. I had set it for 1 hour
early and I was tired but, it was time to get up. I thought
about calling in sick but I had plans for Kimmy and was afraid
that I might kill her too soon if I gave her too much attention.

I didn't bother to put any clothes on before going downstairs to
see Kimmy. When I reached her, I noticed the smell. not only had
Kimmy shit, but she also vomited too. Kimmy was asleep. Her ass
was still red. Her legs were still stretched taunt with a little
pile of shit on the floor between them. Her upside-down face was
covered with vomit.

I went into the shower area, turned on the exhaust fan and
returned with a damp cloth. I gently wiped her face with it
returning a couple of times to rinse the cloth out. I then wiped
her ass to get the remaining shit off of her. She woke up
during this procedure but I ignored her and just continued with
wiping her face and ass up. I then cleaned up the shit, piss and
vomit from the floor.

I came back to Kimmy and said "It's over now honey, Hold on
while I get you cleaned up." I don't know what she thought about
seeing me naked with a stiff cock but she didn't make it an
issue and neither did I.

I Pulled a folding table into the shower area. I then went to
Kimmy and untied her arms. I told her to just relax and let me
do the work. She did not have the strength anyway and so she
just lay there slumped over the sawhorse. I then went to her
feet and gently ticked one of them. She let out a gasp and her
toes clenched in an effort to get away. "Just relax, I was just
checking your reflexes. You are going to be just fine dear."
with that she started to sob. I untied her legs and checked for
damage. Aside for a little rope burn and some mild bruising
little Kimmy looked none the worst for wear.

Now for the pepper spray.

I reached a hand between Kimmy's legs and another hand on her
chest and lifted her gently off of the sawhorse. "Just relax I
cooed" while I carried her limp form to the table in the shower
area and laid her down on her stomach. Kimmy looked at me with
apprehension as I put a rope around her wrist and secured them
to each other under the table. I did not tie her legs this time.

"We have to get that stuff off of you, honey. You've been
punished enough for one day." I explained as I turned on the
hose with the sprayer. after making sure the water was cool I
let it run onto Kimmy's asschecks and cunt lips. She was
obviously still in pain because she flinched as the water
touched her ass and her legs moved and stretched as she regained
their use. I used dishwashing soap on her ass and rubbed it in
while getting no small thrill from caressing this young girl's
ass and legs. I rinsed her often and reapplied soap in an
attempt to neutralize the pain giving irritant I so carefully
contaminated her body with. I could see that the pepper spay had
a slight brownish color and I kept at it until I got it all off
of her ass and legs. During this time Kimmy was struggling
against her bonds. with her arms bound under the table, she
mostly just kicked her feet and moaned in pain as I scrubbed and
caressed her firm young body. After about 15 minutes of cleaning
her beautiful young and shapely ass, I stopped and told her it
was time to clean her pussy now. Kimmy looked like she wanted to
protest until I asked her if she would rather I leave the stuff
on her? Her body relaxed and I untied her hands. "turn over dear
and let's get started" I said gently. She hesitated but rolled
over for me. "OK, now I need your help." I said to the still
frightened child.

I lifted her right leg, bent it at the knee and pushed it back
so that her knee was above her chest. "Hold that right there" I
said placing her right hand on her lower thigh just behind her
knee. I did the same with the left leg and there she was, Lying
on her back, holding her own legs open so I could work on her.

I took a soapy wash cloth and gently placed it over her slightly
parted 12 yr. old pussy lips. Gently I rubbed and caressed as I
washed the young girl from the top of her young pubic mound to
her anus. She stiffened a few times during this but she was
basically being very brave and she never let go of her legs.
After cleaning her up to where I thought I'd gotten most of the
irritant off of Kimmy's skin, I set the wash cloth down and
leaning forward I carefully touched my tongue to Kimmy's still
sore cunt. She gasped, released her legs and brought them down
preventing me from continuing the experiment. I straightened up
and just glared at her with a spiteful look. She looked back,
frightened. I just kept staring at her and Kimmy slowly raised
her sweet young legs and exposed her young virgin (and red)
pussy for my attentions. Again I gently leaned forward and,
being careful not to hurt her, I licked her sweet cunt from
just forward of her tight puckered anus to the top of her clit.
Then I did it again. After a few times I told Kimmy to pull back
farther on her legs. She complied willingly and I was able to
give her asshole the attention it deserved. She stiffened as my
tongue touched her anus and I swirled in all around the area
coming back to lap across her asshole a few times before
returning to her cunt.

I straightened up and patted Kimmys inner thigh as I said "Thank
you Kimmy. that felt great. Have you let anyone do that with you
before?" "N, No." she stammered as I released her leg and asked
her how she felt. Kimmy did not answer so I said "I bet you are
hungry, tired and sore from head to toe aren't you" I said
smiling and trying to make a joke of it.

"Yes." She said and attempted a weak smile of her own.

"Well, we got you cleaned up, the pain should go away shortly.
Do you like eggs?" I asked

"yes" She said

"how do you like them cooked" I asked

"Scrambled"

"me too" I said.

"Stay right there" I said to Kimmy as I went out of the shower
area. I soon spotted what I was looking for and wheeled the
rollaway bed to the center of the room and unfolded it. It was
already made up so I just pulled the covers down and returned to
Kimmy. Taking a towel I started to dry this young child off.
Then I stopped, gave the towel to Kimmy and said "Here honey,
finish drying yourself while I start breakfast" With that I left
the room locking the doors behind me.

I fried up 5 eggs, made some toast and orange juice from
concentrate and returned to the basement with a plate of food
and a glass of orange juice. As I opened the second door I saw
that my little princes did not remain on the table as I had
hoped. she was standing next to the table with the towel in her
hand. I did not look at her, but instead kept my gaze on the bed
I had made up for her. I went to the bed and set the plate on it
and the glass on the floor. Only then did I look at Kimmy. she
had slowly turned and climbed onto the table. obviously not
wanting to displease me. I approached her and laying a hand on
her bare ass and asked her if she thought she could walk over to
the bed Or if she wanted me to carry her. Before she could
answer, I gently kissed her on the forehead. I then stepped back
and waited for my answer. "I think I can walk." she said and
slowly climbed off of the table again. I led her to the bed and
told her to sit and eat while I tried to find something for her
to wear. I went back upstairs grabbed an old tee shirt and my
breakfast plate and went downstairs to join her.

When I got back downstairs, Kimmy was just sitting on the bed
with an empty plate and an empty glass. "You must be hungry." I
said "Here, you can have some of mine."

I sat down next to her naked body, my hip touching hers and a
hard on that would not quit. I sat my plate on her lap, placed a
hand on her shoulder and using my free hand speared some eggs
and held it in front of Kimmy's face. She reached up like she
was going to take the fork but I said that I was going to feed
her and that she should just relax and enjoy it. As I fed Kimmy
one bite at a time, I caressed her shoulders, neck and back. I
also slid my hand down to her trim little hip and caressed the
outer side of her thigh and ass cheek. Of course, she did not
want me to touch her at all but after seeing what I could do to
her helpless little body, I'm sure that she did not want to
anger me. My hand traveled up her young hip all the way to her
armpit. Then I slid my hand forward to her chest and down to her
tit. I kept my hand there gently massaging her tit and nipple.
Oh! It felt so soft and warm! As I moved my hand down her chest
to her bare stomach It seemed like she breathed a sigh of
relief. She was just letting me touch her naked body because she
knew that she was powerless to stop me from doing anything I
wanted to do. Well, a few more torture sessions and she would
welcome a gentle touch.

after she finished the second plate of eggs I set the plates
aside and held up the tee shirt I had found. It had the name of
one of the products I sell and was extra large. "Stand over here
and let's see how this will fit." I said. I helped Kimmy pull
the shirt on and, placing my hands on her now covered hips, I
admired her slender body. the shirt was the perfect length. It
came down to just below her ass cheeks. "I'm going back to the
mall to look for your friends." I said. "Don't you be trying to
leave. You stole thousands of dollars worth of stuff and I will
get it back or you will pay me back every cent of it."

"But.." She started to say.

"No! Don't say another word about why you're here and don't EVER
ask me when you can go home. Home for you is right here until I
recover what you have stolen from me or until you have repaid
what you owe me. It's going to be hard to find a job for a girl
your age that doesn't have any skills, but I'll try to think of
something you can do.. In the meantime, I will continue to look
for your friends and the place you have hidden my property."

With that, I went to the bag I had gotten the night before and
pulled out a 20 foot length of medium chain. I bolted one end to
the wall near the bathroom and then pushed Kimmy's bed closer to
the chain. I then had young Kimmy come over and I looped one end
of the handcuffs into the last link of the chain and snapped the
other end around kimmy's right ankle.

I then went to the camcorder and inserted a new tape and started
recording in 6 hour mode.

"Here. You may use this glass if you get thirsty and you know
where the bathroom is. " I told her as I patted her on the ass
and went to work.

During my workday I drove to a neighboring city. I stopped at an
auto parts store and purchased a new car battery. It was a 75
month and the clerk said that it had enough cranking power to
jump start a ship. I also picked up several radiator hose
clamps in different sizes.

I also used my camera and a telephoto lens to take pictures of
two cute 14-15 year old girls coming home from school. I picked
an area that was kind of remote and just waited for someone to
walk by. I followed the girls at a discreet distance until I
found out where they lived. I also looked around the
neighborhood. There were for sale signs on 2 houses within a
three block area. The houses both looked abandoned with dried
out grass and such. There were several children playing but only
one adult and he was just washing his car. This was perfect.
Now, if I could get Kimmy to help me ....

I had the film developed at the local discount store while I
browsed the hardware department. I then stopped at a lumber
store before returning the 30 mile home. I got 4 six foot
lengths of 2x6es, several 4x4 posts and several hinges and
hasps. They had the kind that locked for just $2.00 more so I
bought five of them.

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Subject: The Shoplifter Ch2 (Mf nc, pedo, rape, tort, sad)
Date: 25 Feb 1997 05:31:39 GMT
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***** WARNING *****

WARNING!!!!

abducting, raping, torturing and discarding young bodies as fast

as they can process them. You may feel that this is an EXTREMELY

sick story so if this description doesn't sound like your cup of

tea. Delete it immediately! - The Ripper rip...@hotmail.com

The Shoplifter Part 2

I came home to find Kimmy sleeping. She still had the chain
attached to her ankle.

today I was in the mood for a really intense torture session
with this 12 year old beauty. But first, a little foreplay. I
shook Kimmy awake and asked her how her day went. She didn't
answer. I pulled the sheet away and asked her how her pussy and
ass were feeling. She still didn't answer so I said "That's all
right, you're still a little scared right now." I removed the
handcuff from her ankle, fed her some takeout food I brought
with me, and told her to use the bathroom and take a long
shower. No rush, I told her. She immediately headed off, I guess
she remembered what happened last time she disobeyed me.

I went to my workbench and prepared the nights entertainment. It
would star Kimmy of course. There was a lot of wiring to test
and I booted up the 286 AT computer and made sure that it was
working properly.

When Kimmy came out of the shower. I gave her a large brown pill
and told her to swallow it. She asked what it was and I just
stared at her. She immediately popped it into her mouth and made
swallowing motions. I gave her some water and had her lay down
on the bed on her stomach. I inspected her ass. It was still a
little red and there was a couple of marks from the paddling but
otherwise she looked in good shape. I got out some skin lotion
and applied it to her ass, back, shoulders and then of course
her lovely legs. I rubbed her cute little body from the tips of
her toes to her neck and ears. She did not resist but she didn't
seem to be stimulated by this either. I had her turn over and,
after inspecting her pussy lips -They were also a little red and
then I asked her again how her snatch felt. She said that it
didn't hurt any more. That of course would change but that was
for another day...

I rubbed lotion on the front of her body and paid particular
attention to her tits and pussy.

I never thought that a 12 year olds' body could feel so good.

I led Kimmy to the chair and said "Do you think you can tell me
today who your thieving friends are?"

Dispair seemed to wash over her as she realized that she was in
for another long night.

I showed Kimmy the photographs of the two girls I took earlier
that day. "I know these are your partners! Tell me their names
and addresses!"

Kimmy licked her lips and said that she didn't know them, they
weren't her friends and that if she knew something she would
tell me.

"I don't believe you honey, I've been watching all of you for
weeks. Now tell me who your friends are so I can talk to them
about my stuff." I said reasonably

She was crying again and kept telling me that I was wrong and
that she didn't even know the girls in the pictures.

"Well, if that's the way you want to play it little girl, then
that's how it will be!" I intoned as I walked out of the room.

I pulled my special project table from the workshop area. I was
still working on this one as I said, and had not been able to
test it on a live victim. Of course, now I had a test subject. I
just hoped that It did not damage or kill young Kimmy.

I motioned for Kimmy to come over and when she hesitated, I
asked her if I needed to get the shocker. That was all it took.
Kimmy came right over and stood looking with dread at the table.
The table was 3 feet wide and 7 ft long. it was made from a door
mounted on 4X4's. It had straps at several locations and an
electrical control box at the head. On a shelf below the table,
a computer controlled the whole thing with a monitor mounted on
a movable arm for easy viewing.

I had to help the young girl onto the table as the muscle
relaxer was starting to kick in now. I cinched down the center
strap that went around her abdomen. she looked up with confusion
and asked why she was having trouble moving. I explained that
what I was about to do was to hook her 12 year old body to the
machine I build and that it would send from 20 to 500 volts of
electricity into her body in different places, at different
amperages and could do A/C or D/C. I also told her that
electricity would not only hurt like hell but that at full
power, would make her muscles contract as hard as they could and
that I did not want her muscles to pull too hard because It
would break her bones, so, I gave her that pill to keep her
safe. Her eyes widened with that announcement and she started
struggling. She was trying to push herself off of the table not
even realizing that she was already strapped down and too weak
anyway. I took each hand and strapped them down on each side of
her head. Her arm muscles were straining as much as they could
and I just loved the way they rippled under her soft skin.

I continued to tell Kimmy about the machine. I told her that I
would use alligator clips to attach the wires all over her body
except her legs. I told her I wanted her legs free during this
punishment.

Next, I strapped her head into place.

I got out the sets of color coded wires and making sure I left
enough slack I attached One electrode to each of her tender
earlobes and plugged them into the panel where it was marked
"Ears". She was trying to shake her head and cried out "that
HURTS! please don't do this to me." I ignored her pleas as I
continued working. I attached wires to her armpits, and nipples.
With each set of wires her cries got louder and more insistent.

Her blue eyes were filling with tears because her head was
strapped into place. Her arms where still pulling against her
bounds and her legs kicked out as I continued to attach wires to
Kimmys helpless and quite erotically exposed body.

I attached more wires to her torso but used the type the
paramedics use to tape the electrodes in place for heart
monitors. (I bought them from a medical supply store if it
matters) I put wires on her sensitive sides, waist, hips,
buttocks and placed three under her waist strap, one at her
lovely belly button and two others a few inches on either side.
I realized that I wanted to play with her tits, so I removed the
single clip at each nipple and replaced them with pairs of
taped electrodes, one on each side of her breasts. With each
connection I plugged them into the appropriate places on the
console. I placed a hand over her pussy while I worked and felt
the slick dampness as she struggled. Finally, I looked at the
console to see if I missed anything. Of course there was nothing
plugged into the sections marked "Thigh, Outside Left", "Thigh
Inside top. foot , top & bottom, Toes etc. And I didn't want to
use the vaginal cavity probe.

The vaginal cavity probe was something I made out of a dildo. I
took a heavy duty variable speed dildo and added sensors along
the length of it's shaft. I also added a few electrodes while I
was at it. What it does is measure the pressure changes along
it's length so that the computer could tell when a girl was
having an orgasm. It would also be able to tell the wetness
level by measuring moisture at several points and averaging
them. Hopefully, I would be able to program the computer to use
pleasure and pain to bring a girl right to the edge of orgasm
without letting her cum. But that was for another day. Today was
Kimmys day for pain and pain was what she would get.

Looking back at the console, I noticed that I had forgotten the
Vibration sensor. This was in the sensor section and what it did
was to monitor the jerking of the victim. There was also the
most important parts for my machine the breathing, heart rate &
blood pressure monitors. For these I wrapped a BP cuff around
Kimmys upper arm and plugged the sensor and power leads into my
machine. Then, I wrapped a flexible sensor cord around her trim
little waist. These, and the motion sensor would enable the
machine to torture the victim to any level I chose without
risking the danger of killing them. Or so I planed, remember I
had never been able to test this device until now...

I stripped out of my clothes and stood there rubbing my swollen
cock while I watched Kimmys reaction.

She was all hooked up. Wires running from her smooth naked skin
and going into a rather evil looking machine. She looked scared
as she lay there. I slipped a hand between her legs and fondled
her pussy some more as I watched her. "are you ready to talk you
disobedient child?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes! what ever you want! please! I'll do anything. please stop
hurting me!" she responded.

"Oh, are the little clips hurting you my dear? The REAL pain
isn't going to start for a few minutes more."

She was begging now, tears flowing down the sides of her secured
head as she pleaded with me to spare her, she would do anything,
ANYTHING! Just don't hurt her.

Now it was time to run the setup routine. I entered the sex ,
age, and weight into the computer. It sent an impulse to all of
the wires to determine which ones were hooked up. It then
displayed a diagram showing the locations where the connections
should have been made. I compared the computer diagram with what
I saw and realized that Kimmys armpit probes where too low on
her body. I repositioned them. The computer correctly noticed
that I used the pairs of breast probes but not the nipple
clamps. This was important because the computer could use more
power going from one side of a breast to the other than it could
going from nipple to nipple. (because the heart would not be in
a direct path.)

we had to wait several minutes while the machine calibrated
itself to Kimmy. After her vital signs were measured and
recorded the computer beeped twice to let me know that it was
ready.

I showed the photographs to Kimmy again. "what are their names?"
I asked. "I don't know, I don't know!" Kimmy sobbed.

"Well, lets see if this helps you to remember. " With that I
selected "Time" and entered in 1:40. Since I had a 2 hour tape
in the camcorder and had used 10 minutes so far hooking her up.
that left 10 minutes for after torture footage and for unhooking
Kimmy from the machine. I entered the starting torture level at
10 % and the max at 100%. Finally I set the computer to
"Interrogation Automatic" rather than "Interrogation Manual",
"Sexual", or "Sleep deprivation" and hit the "start" button.

"Aiii! Oh! It hurts! stop it stop it,,,Oh!" Kimmy cried as the
current started pulsing into her helpless body. I checked the
monitor and saw that it was just pulsing power into her right
tit for now. If I had the lower leads attached, it would have
concentrated on her young snatch instead. I watched as her 12
year old nipple started to harden as her lovely legs started to
kick. Her tit was being zapped twice per second with 1/10 of a
second pulses at 25% power. There was a short beep from the
computer and the little relays on the control board started
clicking faster. As I watched, the shock rate went up to 3, then
4 times per second and suddenly her left breast clicked on.
"Aiiih" Kimmy cried out as the pain hit her. I watched the
monitor as it measured an increase in pulse rate, blood pressure
and breathing. The computer calculated the total air volume by
figuring the breath rate and the breath depth. This way it could
prevent her from passing out from lack of oxygen and also, keep
her from hyperventilating. It used this information along with
the blood pressure and pulse rate to calculate the victims total
stress level.

I placed my hand an Kimmys belly. Boy, she felt good. I could
feel her young muscles contract as she tried to kick her legs.
However the pill I had given her was doing it's job and Kimmys
legs seemed to move in slow motion. I rubbed all around her
waist being careful not to disturb the shock probes. I placed a
hand on her breast and felt the soft firmness of her tender
flesh. I tweaked her nipple but she didn't seemed to notice.
Looking at the monitor, I saw that Kimmy was still getting 25%
into both of her tender breasts at various pulse rates.

My hands moved down to Kimmys firm, yet supple legs. I ran a
hand gently up the inside of her thigh to her pussy lips and
back down her thigh to her knee. I repeated this several times
as I watched young Kimmy being tortured. Her breath was coming
in short gasps as her hands clenched and unclenched and her
young muscles strained against her bonds. I started squeezing
her thigh at the knee and slowly worked my way up as Kimmys legs
tried to kick my hands away.

A short beep from the machine signaled that it was about to
increase the torture. As I watched, Kimmys young body almost
jumped straight up as her abdomen probes clicked on. I held her
right leg down as her left leg managed to raise up and kick
straight out towards the foot of the table. Then it raised up
again but it didn't have the strength to kick out, it just slid
back down onto the table. She was screaming louder now. The
monitor showed that Kimmy was getting 50% into her abdomen with
1-3 seconds per pulse and that the pulses were zapping her
writhing body between her abdomen and her hips, between her
waist and her breasts (less power here) and between her hips and
her sides and armpits. You see, Because the machine is computer
controlled it can put any voltage between any of the probes for
any length of time. The computer continued to increase the
torture as Kimmy increased her screaming. The machine had now
matched itself to Kimmys breathing/screaming patterns and was
zapping her for long continuos shocks in her breasts, arms,
stomach, buttocks and ears. The computer would set the power to
zero, then it would activate most of the probes at once,
connecting the right buttock probe with the right waist probe
for instance. Then it would turn on the power and increase it
over a 20 second period. Poor Kimmy would jerk as her body was
caught with 25% power and would scream a long painful scream as
the power increased to maximum. She would run out of breath at
about 10 seconds and would lay there with her mouth open, her
body twitching in agony for about 5 seconds when the computer
would activate her abdomen probes to force more air out through
her tortured young lungs. Then the computer would shut off the
power, reset the buttock probes to connect to each other and the
side probe to connect to one of the abdomen probes. It would
then wait a minute or two for young, sweet, somewhat innocent
Kimmy to catch her breath and It would activate again, timing
the pain to start at the end of a large inhale.
"yeiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaa!" Kimmys tortured body would scream again
and again as the computer adjusted the voltage to bring maximum
pain while keeping her conscious.

I looked at the clock and saw that 1/2 hour had passed. The
machine was working splendidly, but, poor Kimmy had another hour
and 10 minutes of pain to endure.

Meanwhile I was having the time of my life. I had never had the
opportunity to torture a young woman before and the feeling of
power and control was quite intoxicating. I lifted and spread
her long trim legs while I slid onto the table below her waist.
I watched her as the next wave of pain hit her.
"Yeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiaaaaah, , ,ahhh, ah,,,,,ah!" she screamed as
her breath was forced from her lungs. her legs weakly kicked and
her belly cramped and spasmed, her arms just shook and twitched
. her body was covered in sweat and I looked over and saw that
the computer had compensated by reducing the amount of power
coursing trough her body. Her face was a mask of agony as she
thought desperately of a way to get out of this torture. our
eyes meet and they pleaded with me to stop. Her small voice
croaked "Please, I don't know anything, PLEASE!" "Give me the
names and addresses of your friends!" I demanded. "OK, OK,
Anything! just stop this.... Yieeeee! she screamed as another 20
second burst took her into hell again. "I'll tell you anything
you want to know! she cried when she was able to catch her
breath again. "so tell me." I sneered at her. "the first ones
name is Jodi" She said. "The second is Tammy".

"Where do they live" I asked. They live on Emerald street just
down from me" she said.

What is the address there" I demanded. "it's, um, YEeeiiiiahhh,
EEiiiiiiahhh" She screamed as the pain wracked her young body
again. She finally gave me an address. Of course it was bogus.
Kimmy didn't know the girls in the pictures. I took them that
day 70 miles from her home. I also had several more pictures of
children from various cities in the state.

"Those girls don't live on your street" I told her. Despair and
helplessness seemed to take hold of her body. "Let me know when
you are ready to tell the truth!" I said as I lowered my face
into her crotch.

She tasted of sweat and a little piss. then I noticed the small
puddle under her butt. I went and got a cloth to clean her up
with and then continued to lick her pussy. I also pushed her
trembling legs back and licked her asshole for a while. It was
softer than the last time I licked it. I wondered if She had
lost control of her anus muscle. If so, then it was a good thing
I had her go shit before we started or we would be in a fine
mess now. I made a note to get some kind of butt-plug before we
tried this again - assuming that 12 year old Kimmy survived this
time.

Kimmy was in a lot of pain. her skin seemed to ripple as the
shocks hit her. I had slipped off the table and was standing
beside her licking and sucking her breasts while fingering her
slit. there was a little moistness coming from her young pussy
and I couldn't help wondering what would have happened If I had
used the entire set of leads and connected her snatch, clit,
legs and feet to this device. Oh well, next time I guess.

Kimmys breathing was becoming more ragged as time went on. the
monitor showed that the computer was now sending waves of pain
by starting at her ears and arms and working it's way down to
her waist and then pausing before starting back the other way.
Again, I thought that had I used all of the wires I would be
watching Kimmys body jerk and pulse all the way to her tender
young feet.

Suddenly, the computer beeped 3 times and all clicking stopped
at the relay board. I looked at it with concern until I realized
that the computer had stopped the torture because Kimmys young
heart was beating at over 200 Beats per minute and her breaths
were recorded at 143 per minute and her breath volume had
reached a critical low point.

I watched to see how my programming would handle this situation,
I programmed the system to recognize problems and correct them
on its own. For example: If Kimmy had been hyperventilating, It
would have sent shocks into her abdomen just when she was
starting to inhale. This way, you don't need a paper bag to
reduce the oxygen level. you just prevent her from breathing for
awhile.

Kimmy was breathing rapidly but shallowly and her face was
starting to turn a slight shade of blue. What was taking this
machine so long? I programmed it to encourage slow, deep
breathing after an emergency shutdown. her pulse rate had risen
to 220 beats per minute. Kimmys eyes were rolling around
unfocused and her entire 12 year old body shook with
convolutions. I leaned over Kimmy and started mouth to mouth
resuscitation. just after I blew the second breath into her, the
relays started clicking and Kimmy exhaled violently. Fresh air
had just reentered her tortured lungs when her whole chest again
was constricted as every probe and clip activated with 50%
power, forcing the breath from her. again she inhaled and again
the computer forced a long exhale causing her to breath (scream)
deeply and more slowly. after a minute the computer stopped
"assisting" Kimmy with her breathing and her pulse rate came
down to 170 BPM and continued to drop.

I looked at the clock. only 15 minutes of torture left for
Kimmy. I sat on the edge of the table and played with Kimmy's
tits and pussy while waiting to see how long it would take
before the computer resumed Kimmys punishment.

her whole body was shaking and covered in sweat as I pushed her
legs apart and slid my finger up and down her snatch while I
pinched her nipples with my fingers.

3 minutes later, Kimmy's back arched as the pain came at her. I
held my hand over her pussy mound as wave after wave of pain
shook Kimmys young body. I then got back on the table between
her legs and licked and sucked her tight looking virgin pussy
for all it was worth.

Finally, The computer beeped a long and a short beep and I knew
that the grand finale was about to take place. The system was
programmed to cause as much pain as the victim could handle
during the last 2 minutes of the torture. I stuck my tongue into
her slit as her whole body seemed to cramp. I could feel her
tummy as it bucked and strained and I listened to her screams as
her sides and ears were hit with almost full power and her
buttocks, abdomen, and breasts cycled through a pattern of
electric shock that would pull muscle against muscle while
increasing the voltage. Her screams were no longer coherent as
she bucked and shuddered and bucked again as the relentless
torture continued. I happily licked her pussy until the timer
expired and the computer completed it's routine. I continued to
lick Kimmys pussy as she lay there shuddering from every muscle.
I'm sure she expected it to start up again, but it was finished.
After 5 minutes, I removed the clips and electrical pads from
her still twitching body I then unstraped her arms and torso
from the table. She just lay there, unable to move, unable or
unwilling to speak. I dragged the other table into the shower
area again and carried Kimmys exhausted body and placed her face
down on the table. I then turned the cold water on and sprayed
the sweat from her. I then carried young Kimmy to the bed and
gently placed her under the covers. Finally, I got in bed with
her and cradled her in my arms until she fell asleep. During the
night she would go into fits of convulsions in her sleep and
once or twice, woke up screaming like she was being killed (I
wonder why?) I just held her and spoke soothingly into her ear
until morning.

I had the next day off, So I got up and cooked breakfast for
Kimmy and myself. I had to help Kimmy eat because for some
reason she couldn't hold a fork steady enough to find her mouth.
I also helped Kimmy take a shower. I did this by putting her in
leather bondage cuffs and suspending her 12 year old body from
the eyebolt in the shower. her feet were about 3 inches from the
floor as I sprayed warm water on her and gently soaped her up. I
then took my time rubbing the soap all over and spraying her off
using cold water. (I told her that this would help her to
recover. sounded good to me- she screamed about it.) I let her
drip-dry while I checked out my machine. It only took me twenty
minutes to correct the problem. After checking the log file I
saw that the computer had been waiting for a deep inhale the
night before, so it would know when to deliver the massive
shocks needed to keep the victim breathing. It seems that young
Kimmy was breathing rapidly but always at the same depth so the
computer didn't know when to time it. I added a routine to pick
it's own time after 1 minute of inadequate breathing.

Boy, that was a load off my mind, Now, back to Kimmy.

I used a towel to dry Kimmys body and I took my time about it
too. I took each of her slender little feet in turn and patted
it dry, working my way slowly to her pussy. Once there, I just
spread her legs and took a little snack break. I placed her legs
over my shoulders and, placing my hands on her slim little
buttocks, I pressed her young body into my face. After a while I
could taste some of Kimmys virgin pussy juices starting to flow.
I picked up the pace, pressing harder, pointing my tongue as far
into her snatch as I could. "you like that, Honey?" I asked.
"yes, but my arms hurt a lot." I was surprised to hear her say.
"well let's make you a little more comfortable, Shall we?" I
said as I stepped back and lowered Kimmys body to the ground.
She couldn't stand on her own so I carried her upstairs to my
bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. I lay beside her and
tenderly pressed my lips to her lips. I started slowly,
tenderly, increasing gradually as Kimmy responded. I held her
ass with one hand and rubbed her lovely back with the other as I
pressed my tongue into her mouth, searching out her tongue. She
started breathing deeper and pressing her tongue to mine. Wow!
what an experience! my cock instantly swelled up and I rolled
onto her, placing a hand under buttocks and another on her
chest, I kissed her young , sensuous lips with a passion.
Kimmys nipples were getting hard and poking straight up as I
toyed with the nipples on her young firm mounds of joy. Sliding
my hands down, I moved my lips to her tities and caressed her
waist and pussy as I suckled her tits. Kimmys snatch was getting
wet already as I rubbed up and down her slit with my eager hand.
"have you ever done this before?" I asked "no." she said. "do
you like it?" "Kinda" she replied. "Beats the hell out of being
beat to hell right?" Her whole body froze at that. "relax, time
for fun honey. don't complain" I said with a little menace as I
resumed my attentions to her somewhat willing body. I spread her
long legs and positioned myself so I could lick her pussy. After
a few minutes I stopped and moved back up to where I could kiss
her lips again. "You like this, don't you honey?" I said as I
licked her ear. "yes" she whispered. "what do you think of
this." I asked as I placed her hand onto my swollen member. "I
don't know." was Kimmys answer. "well, check it out, and let me
know" I replied as I lay back keeping her hand at my crotch. She
didn't move at once so I rubbed her hand up and down on my cock
to give her a idea of what was expected of her. I leaned up and
kissed her a couple of times and said: "doesn't that feel good?
don't you want to taste it? I tasted yours honey." I pulled her
onto me as I continued kissing her. I relaxed my grip as Kimmy
continued to kiss me and feel my shaft. I pushed her head down
to my chest and Kimmy started licking and kissing my chest and
nipples. she moved down to my waist and I giggled because it was
ticklish down there. She got to my cock and was about to kiss it
when I told her to look at it first, smell it, squeeze it. She
stopped and turned my cock over in her hands. She touched my
balls and gave them a little sniff. She must have liked what she
smelled because she then started licking my cock. "oh baby, that
feels good, don't stop." I whispered as I lay back and enjoyed
this 12 year old virgin kissing and licking and finally sucking
my penis. I reached over and gently moved her ass so that she
had one leg on either side of my face and her virgin pussy was
just inches above my eager lips. I reached up and pulled Kimmy
down and buried my tongue into her dripping (yes, it was
dripping!) cunt. I sucked and she sucked and we developed a
rhythm between us and her juices were really flowing and my cock
was really straining and my hips were thrusting into her face
and suddenly, I said "I'm cuming!" and pressed my face deeper
into her crack. I had both hands on her tender ass and I
squeezed as hard as I could while pressing my tongue into Kimmys
cunt as far as I could. Kimmy didn't know what "cuming" meant
so she just continued sucking my cock until it exploded into her
mouth. She stopped. "It's OK " I assured her. "It's not piss or
anything like that. Some girls like to taste it. try it." I
commanded. Kimmy gingerly pressed her tongue to my penis and
made a face. "that's not enough to tell! lick it ALL up!" I said
as Kimmy obediently set to lapping. "well, what do you think of
it? It's called 'Cum' or 'sperm' really". "I don't know" Kimmy
said. "well it's just what us guys leak out when we get exited.
see, you leaked this out yourself." I told her as I wiped her
snatch with my hand and presented it to her. "Lick it!" I
demanded as Kimmy licked my hand. "See, it's OK" I licked it
myself several times then reached out and took hold of my new
sex toy and caressed her young body as my lips found hers again.

1/2 hour later I was ready to cum again and I thought that she
was ready too. I lay on my back and positioned Kimmy on top of
me and told her that when she was ready for the best feeling in
the world, to slide her ass down onto my throbbing dick. She was
kissing me and inching her way down, I guided my cock to the
entrance to her young, virgin love canal. She jumped a bit at
first but settled down as the pressure increased and I slowly
pressed into her snatch. I stopped at her hymen and whispered:
"are you ready?" "Yeeee... oh" she said as I gave a mighty
thrust and punched her ticket. I held her ass as I pumped in and
out of her tight little hole. I felt her backing off as I thrust
into her. I rolled over, and pressing her body against the bed I
gave her I deep thrust and held it in her and asked how it felt.
"Too, Too, big. too much..." Kimmy gasped out. I told her how
good it felt and that she would feel good to if she would relax
and enjoy it. I increased the pumping and shifted a hand and
started playing with her asshole. She gasped, then chuckled and
then she spread her legs more giving me unrestricted access to
her young anus. Faster and faster. Then slower but with deeper
strokes. Kimmy was beside herself with pleasure now and I felt
her young vagina muscles clench my cock like it had never been
clenched before. She gave a little cry and shuddered as wave
after wave of pleasure poured over her willing body. She came
for about 5 minutes as I kept pumping and kissing and poking my
finger into her ass. Finally, I started to come for my second
time that morning and plowed into her pussy as hard as I could.

Finished. we both collapsed in exhaustion. We fucked several
more times that morning. We then broke for lunch and fucked some
more. That night, as we were both getting into bed in the
basement, I told her how much I liked fucking her and making her
feel good. I told her that I didn't want to hurt her anymore,
but that until I got either her or her two friends to confess
and tell me where the stuff was, I would have to continue to
hurt her as much as I disliked it. She began to cry and ask me
not to hurt her any more. she would do anything to help but she
just didn't know anything. "You know the worst thing Kimmy? The
worst thing is that your two friends are out there laughing
because they know that they've gotten away with it." Kimmy just
continued to cry as I rocked her to sleep.

End Chapter 2

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Subject: The Shoplifter Ch3 (Mffffmm nc, pedo, rape, tort, sad, snuff)
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***** WARNING *****

WARNING!!!!

abducting, raping, torturing and discarding/selling young bodies

as fast as they can process them. You may feel that this is an
EXTREMELY sick story so if this description doesn't sound like
your cup of tea. Delete it immediately!

The Shoplifter Part 3

The next morning I woke Kimmy up early, I had to go to the
hardware store to prepare for that week. I had been laying next
to Kimmys young and sexy 12 year old body. She was asleep,
snuggled into me and I just rolled her over, and started pushing
my cock into her tight little pussy. She was a bit startled and
it took a little while for her juices to start flowing enough to
make my forced? entrance possible. We fucked for over an hour
and Kimmy came a least 3 times. Finally, I rolled off of her and
told her that today I wanted answers.

Kimmy started crying and saying that she really don't know what
happened to my stuff. I just took her by the arm and walked her
to the computerized torture table. The one she had experienced
already. She tried to pull away and she was screaming now as I
twisted her arm behind her and pushed her onto the table. I
wrapped the wide waist strap around her, then I turned her over
so that she was on her back. I then tightened the strap and just
watched her for a moment. "I want to know where my stuff is.
Those bitches and you know where it is. NOW TELL ME!" I shouted
as I showed her the pictures again. "I, I Don't knowwww, No!
No!" Kimmy cried as I grabbed her left arm and proceeded to
strap it down. "where did you and your friends hide my stuff? "I
asked as I strapped her other arm down. "I don't kn.. They
aren't my friends. I don't know them." "Wrong answer" I said as
I produced the vaginal cavity probe. "Oh no! NO!" she screamed
as I tied her legs to eyebolts in the ceiling. "No! no! don't
put that thing in me!.. PLEASE!" Kimmy cried as I put KY jelly
along it's length. 12 year old Kimmy had her trim upper body
strapped to the table while her slender legs were lifted up,
exposing her cunt to what ever I wanted it for. I enjoyed her
panic attack immensely but then I told her: "Now, you just calm
down. It's not that bad, in fact, I think a slut like you might
enjoy this just a little bit. Shall we see?"

With that I touched the tip of the probe to her vagina and
gently pressed the probe 1/4 way into her sweet womanhood. I
pulled it back, then pressed it forward as I invaded her pussy
again and again. I kept this up until I saw that her pussy
juices were starting to flow. "How does it feel?" I asked as I
continued to rape this child with the probe. "O, OK." She gasped
as her hips moved slightly with the rhythm. I moved a hand to
her breast and took hold of her nipple. I started firmly
squeezing her nipple as I slid the probe in and out. "How does
this feel honey?" I asked as I increased pressure on her tender
young breast. "It HURTS!" she gasped as I continued to invade
her body. "Just think about your pussy and how good it feels
down there. Let go of your tit. Let me have the rest of your
body while you concentrate on the good feelings down in your
snatch. OK?" I said as I squeezed harder on her tity. "Oh, it
hurts. the pain, it hurts" She said as I reached over to the
computer and turned the vibrator in the probe on. "OHHHH!" she
gasped as the vibrations stimulated her pussy. "Ohhh!" She
breathed as I pinched her nipple as hard as I could. She was
moaning with pleasure now as I pumped the probe into her willing
body. I reached over and took a few alligator clips and began
attaching them to both of her nipples. She would stiffen as they
clamped down, but I would turn up the vibrator and thrust it
farther into her snatch. Pretty soon I slowed down on the
pumping and watched her face as she dealt with both pleasure and
pain at the same time. I turned the probe down to it's lowest
setting, I then released her legs from the ceiling and placed a
wooden block into the slot in the table. I then pressed the
dildo up against this to keep in her snatch while I strapped her
lovely legs into place. Kimmy lay there, breathing deeply,
feeling the pain from her nipples and the pleasure from the
probe. Her hips started grinding against the probe as I
unclipped the alligator clamps from her breasts. I licked her
nipples and ran my hands all around them as she adjusted to this
new situation. "Now, keep concentrating on the good feelings and
this won't be so bad, OK?" I told my soon to be S&M kitten. I
pulled up a chair and sat down as I watched Kimmys reaction to
the probe. I turned it up a bit and started placing larger clips
to her hard nipples. "OH!, OH! that HURTS. it hurts! stop!" She
cried. "Just think about your pussy honey." I told her as I
placed another clamp slowly onto her left nipple. "OH! ohhh!,
oohhhh!" she said as I turned up the vibrator and attached a
third clamp to the same nipple. I adjusted the vibrator as she
pressed herself into it. All the while I'm placing more clamps
to her tender young breasts. 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 (It was working because I plugged it in
the day before.) 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 quite. 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 tities." 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.

End part 3

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***** WARNING *****

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children, incest, B&D, S&M or Children being Tortured. Then

WARNING!!!!

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The Shoplifter Part 4

Last week on "THE SHOPLIFTER".....

"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 as hard as I could. "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, reddening face.

End part 3, start 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
from view. 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 started stretching 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? How? 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.....

End Chapter 4

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***** WARNING *****

WARNING!!!!

more children (5 yr. to 17 yr.) and torture them to death. As

of the 10th chapter they now have 4 children working together
abducting, raping, torturing and discarding/selling young
bodies as fast as they can process them. You may feel that
this is an EXTREMELY sick story so if this description doesn't
sound like your cup of tea. Delete it immediately! - The
Ripper Rip...@hotmail.com

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. I 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 in
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.

End chapter 5

[Ubba Fnord]

Gandalfje.com <a...@b.com> wrote in
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> Subject: Req: Old post from group, anyone have the rest ??? (verry
> hard, pedo etc..) From: Gandalfje.com <a...@b.com>
> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

>
>
> If anyone has the rest of this serie.. There must be 10 parts..

Only parts 1-5 exist. See below.

http://groups.google.com/groups?hl=xx-bork&lr=lang_en&newwindow=1&selm=37D1F0E4.4AED5AB4%40hotmail.com

> From:Polaris (polar...@hotmail.com)
> Subject:Re: HELP looking 4 parts 4-10 of (TSL)(Mf,nc,rape,tort,sad,pedo,child) tsl 2
> Newsgroups:alt.sex.stories.incest
> View: Complete Thread (6 articles) | Original Format
> Date:1999/09/04
>
> Parts 1-5 are the only one known to be released on the net. The author
> either never completed 6-10, or simply didn't post them. Anyway, here
> are 4 and 5.

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