Message-ID: <35068asstr$1012871405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.2.20020204223420.00a20a80@pop.mail.yahoo.co.uk> From: Alocer Loki X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 22:35:15 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} A Psychopath And His Toys Chapter 12 M/gg, pedo, rape, extreme torture, mutilation Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 20:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, newsman <1st attachment begin> A Psychopath And His Toys Chapter 12 Story_codes: Mgg/pedo/rape/extreme torture/mutilation by Alocer Loki 2002 Locked in each others arms, the two girls huddled in the rear of the cage, trembling with fear and pain. The silence was frightening. Only Hanna's quiet sobs and the constant drone of the extractor fan disturbed the silence of the plain, padded room. Hanna's head dropped against her sister's shoulder as the child finally succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep. Beth, however, showed no sign of getting tired. The dark-haired nine-year-old girl just sat there staring endlessly into space. Paul wasn't bothered about Beth's state. Anne had given the little slut child something so the shock wouldn't kill her. He yawned and turned off the cameras. He really had to get his mind back on work. It was just that the thought of two preteen fuck toys locked in his cellar was far too appealing to ignore. Paul stood up and stretched. He glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer monitor. It was nearly three in the morning. Paul shook his head. He was exhausted but still buzzing with the exhilaration of killing Alice earlier that evening. Now he felt almost sorry that he had let Anne take Becky back with her. Becky hadn't taken well to the murder. Not well at all. It was the first time she had witnessed one. She'd get used to it in time and, even if she didn't, it was really of no consequence to Paul. It was nice to have the pretty teen around and she would eventually replace Anne. Paul turned back to the computer and switched the cameras on again to take a look at the little cunts in their cage. Beth had lain Hanna down at the rear of the cage and was stroking the tiny preteen's blond hair, taking up the position left by the eldest girl's untimely demise. Hanna's tiny scarred body was fun to abuse but as time went on she was becoming more and more used-looking. Her six-year-old body was littered with deep, nasty cuts and scars and, despite Anne's best efforts, she was quickly out-living her usefulness. Beth, on the other hand, was still relatively well off. The nine year old had been spared most of the brutal use endured by both of her sisters. He watched as the little girl shifted to the front of the cage to stare out through the bars. She was trying to pry away at the chicken wire. Alice might very well have been able to get the cage open. It only required lifting the latches in the two corners. Beth had little chance of escape even if she open the cage since the cell's iron door would not budge for anyone. Still, one had to admire this little cunt's spirit. The child deserved to be punished for trying to escape. As Paul watched her long slender fingers poke through the wire, a smirk crossed his lips. He had promised her that he was going to cut them off and he always lived up to such promises. He stroked his rigid cock whilst speculating about what he could do to this little girl. Thinking about it was sometimes more fun than actually doing it. Switching off the computer he headed, with a yawn, towards the cellar, his head flooded with brutal and nasty tortures that he needed this little cunt to suffer. Paul opened the cellar, stepped in, locked the door behind him and headed down to the holding cell. He slotted the key in the lock and pushed open the door just fast enough to see Beth scramble back to the rear of the cage. "Are you being a bad girl?" he tutted. "No Sir," said Beth. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I think you're trying to break my cage. Trying to run away from me." Tears started to form in Beth's dark little eyes. "Oh please Sir," she moaned, "let us go...pl...please don't kill us." "YOU Bethy," shouted Paul. "I'm here to hurt YOU. Hanna is a good little whore. I have to kill you, JUST YOU." "Oh no PLEASE," sobbed Beth. "Don't kill Beth, please Sir," moaned Hanna sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Paul smiled at the tiny child with the white bandages and patches wrapped around and stuck to her small body, hiding the unsightly scars and burns. "It's okay honey," he said. "I'll come back and see you in the morning." "Sir," choked Hanna, sobbing. Paul turned to Beth. "I won't kill you," he said. "I promise... but you need to be a good girl for your owner." "I-I'll be good... I ...please I promise... don't kill me," sobbed Beth. "I will hurt you a lot," said Paul. "You've been a bad girl. I need to hurt you badly for that." "Oh, please don't hurt me Sir," cried Beth. "Then I'll have to kill you." "Nooooooo!" cried Beth. "I want you to ask me to hurt you really bad then," said Paul. "Don't," whined Hanna. "Go away...I want my Mummy...I want my Daddy." Paul smiled at the two preteens. "Ahh Hanna, pretty fuck slut. Do you want me to burn you again?" The little cunt's hands automatically clutched at her chest and she flinched as she disturbed the burns. "No Sir," moaned the child. "Then shut the fuck up," shouted Paul. Hanna shrank into the rear of the cage sobbing gently, staring out at her owner. Paul turned his attention back to little Beth. The dark haired nine-year-old was shivering. "Ask me to hurt you," said Paul. "P...please Sir," started Beth. "C...can you hurt me b...bad p...please." Paul opened up the cage. "Get out, cunt," he said. Beth shifted towards the front of the cage and, slowly, she crawled out. Tears flowed freely from her eyes but she said nothing. Paul closed the cage door behind the child and held out his hand. Beth understood and took it. Turning around, he half-dragged half-led Beth through the door and into the hallway. Paul pulled the child into a room at the far end of the cellar. A single post in the centre of the padded room, from floor to ceiling, was the only object in the cell. Brown specks of old dried blood stained the walls around the whipping post. Beth stared at it in utter terror. Paul doubted, despite her new-found experience, that this child knew exactly how this post would assist in hurting her but only that it would be used to inflict pain. "I want to bugger you before I start," said Paul. "Is that okay with you?" Beth moved her hands to cover her little arse. "Oh please don't fuck me," said Beth. Paul frowned. "You know I own you, cunt. You are not allowed to decide whether I can fuck you or not," he said. "You always want me to fuck you. You should be begging." Beth just stared up at the man. Paul snarled and pulled on her arm, making the child stumble towards him. She let out a small yell. Paul instantly struck the child across the face with the back of his hand, knocking the little girl's head to the side. Beth screamed and her free hand came up to cover her face. "Beg!" he yelled. The child stared up at Paul, a thin trail of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and down over her chin, stopping half way down her neck. "P-please f- fuck me, Sir. Pleeasssse," she stammered. Paul lifted his hand again and delivered a second vicious blow to the side of Beth's face, letting go of her arm, and causing the little girl to fall to the floor. Beth curled up and sobbed. "Never make me tell you twice," said Paul. "Now get up and bend over so I can get my cock up your arse." Beth looked up, her lip split and swollen; a shaky hand wiped away the blood. The child stared at the smear of red for a few seconds before she reacted to Paul's order. The child climbed to her feet and turned so that her back was to the man. Then, ever so slowly, she leant forwards until her body was at right angles with her legs. Immediately Paul pulled apart Beth's arse cheeks, smiling at the sight of the tiny bruised arsehole. "I want you to hold your bum cheeks open for me." With a quiet whimper, the child's arms crept behind her to keep her arse cheeks spread open. Paul let go and took a step back to admire the sight. "Now don't move." The man then left the room, locking the child inside. Paul had no intention of leaving the child alone for very long, though she didn't know that. He hurried to the storeroom. Paul wanted this child to suffer. He wasn't satisfied with just hurting her. Paul looked around the items stored in his cupboard, unable to decide exactly which ones he wanted to use on Beth this evening. He moved around, gathering items as they took his fancy: a cat-o-nine tails, a large plug, a box of three inch long needles, a small pair of shears, a pair of pliers, a blow torch, and half a broom handle. Happy with his selections, Paul headed back to the room where he had left his little girl and was pleased to find her stood just how he had left her. "Ahh good girl," said Paul stepping up behind her. Paul dropped the collection of items on the floor around him, then spat on his finger and started to rub it into the child's arse. "Oh I'm gonna fuck this hard," he chuckled. "Ohhh," moaned Beth. Paul then pushed his finger deep inside the little girl's backside. "Ow," sobbed Beth. "It hurts." "Really?" asked Paul. "Hurts is good. I like hurts." "Oh ow, please Sir." Paul laughed and pulled his finger from the child's arse. "Okay," he said. "I know what you really want up there is my cock." Beth didn't say anything but burst into tears. Paul couldn't help but laugh as he pulled his cock from his trousers to rub it against her arse. "Aww," he said, "c'mon, it's not like its anything awful, just a little arse fuck...you wait til afterwards 'cause I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." "Please don't," sobbed Beth. "Hold still fuck-bunny," said Paul. The man took hold of the child's waist and pushed his cock against the hole. Beth let out a loud grunt as her arse stretched around his cock then a sigh as the head popped inside. "See, it isn't so bad." "It hurts," whined Beth. Paul grunted and started to fuck the child's arse, quite exhilarated by her groans, grunts and pleas of pain. He fucked the little girl's bum for a good many minutes, enjoying each and every twitch. He'd been cumming so much these last few days, however, that it took a long while before he even felt the cum begin to rise. On feeling it, he stopped and pulled his cock from the obviously relived little girl. She stood, still holding her arse cheeks apart. The charming sight of a gaping arsehole now greeted Paul. "Now fucktoy," he said, "I want you to stay like that. If you move, I'm going to push a big plug up your bum. Do you want a big plug up your bum?" "N...no Sir." "So how do you stop that?" "I...I don't move, Sir." "That's a good girl. Now, this is gonna hurt." Paul retrieved the cat-o-nine tails from the floor and fingered the short metal stud on the end of one of the metal tails, licking his lips. "Really hurt." He took a step back and watched as the child trembled before him. Her little body squirmed merely at the prospect of the beating she was going to receive. Paul was curious to see just how many strokes this little girl could take without moving. He lifted his arm and let the cat rip down against the child's splayed arse cheeks. The little girl screeched. Her legs moved, making her take several steps forwards, but she stayed in position so Paul wasn't too bothered about that. But the second blow caused Beth to scream her little lungs out. Her legs buckled beneath her, sending the little child crashing to the floor. "Oh please," spat Paul. "You didn't even try." With that he kicked the little girl, striking the crying child in the ribs. Beth barked and curled up tight. Paul reached down and took her by the waist. "NOOOO!" screamed Beth. "Go away... leave me alone." "Sorry fuck-toy," said Paul. "You're gonna get it now." Paul heaved the child across to the whipping post and, with practised ease, he chained Beth to it so that she was stood facing Paul. Her hands were held over her head by the cuffs. As soon as he let go, the child squirmed away, attempting to hide herself on the other side of the post. Paul didn't really care what she tried. None of it would help her very much anyway. Retrieving the plug from the floor, he showed it to Beth. "Now, fuckbunny, do you think we can get this up your bum without too much hassle from you, or do I have to push pins into your titties?" "No," sobbed Beth. Paul leant over, picked up the box of pins and took one from it. He had every intention of filling this child's whole body with these pins but she didn't need to know that yet. As he approached Beth, she squealed and tried to move around the post away from Paul. She soon ran out of slack and was halted. Paul grinned and stabbed the needle into the child's exposed chest. Beth screamed in pain. "Now be a good slut and stick your bum out so that I can push the plug into it," said Paul. "Or we can use more pins if you like." Slowly the crying child unwound herself from the whipping post just enough that she could poke her arse out towards Paul. "Now, that's a good fucktoy," he said. The sobs intensified as Paul pushed the plug against the child's arsehole. She began to squirm, shaking her gorgeous fat bum for him. Paul pulled the plug away and slapped her arse, receiving a small yelp in return. "Keep shaking it," he said, and slapped it again. "O...ohh..." sobbed Beth. The child began to wriggle in earnest, shaking her fat bum for Paul. The man watched the beautiful globes of flesh shake around for several moments before he nestled the plug back between her arse cheeks, resting it against her arsehole. "You can stop shaking it now," he said. Beth froze. The sobbing child began to tremble. Anyone would have thought that she'd never done this before. Paul grinned at the thought and started to force the plug inside. It was large, even for an adult, but Paul was quite sure that he could get it into this child's arse. Beth screamed as her arsehole was stretched out around the plug and she began to squirm again, so much so that Paul was forced to use one hand to keep her still, while the other pushed the plug into the tiny child. When the plug finally popped inside the little girl, and Paul released his grip on her, Beth slumped against the post, taking in quick shallow breaths. Paul once again retrieved the box of pins and emptied a few out into his hand. "Right, fuck queen," said Paul. Beth's eyes locked onto Paul's hand and she shook her head. "No you said..." "I said nothing of the sort." Paul approached the nine-year-old girl. Beth moaned and again tried to get away by moving around the post but only succeeded in exposing her chest, with it's pink and damaged nipples. The man pushed his body against that of the child's, preventing her from moving back around the post. He took one of the pins and thrust it into Beth's other nipple. The child screamed again. Paul wasted no time in inserting a third pin. Beth desperately pulled at the cuffs trying, hopelessly, to pull herself further around the post and away from Paul and his wicked pins. Paul, on the other hand, was having great fun watching the blood begin to seep from around the pins. The man amused himself filling both child nipples with them. The way Beth reacted to them pleased Paul no end. All good things come to an end though and, when Paul had inserted half a dozen pins into each of Beth's little nipples, he found himself running out. As appealing as it was to get the box and continue filling her young body with sharp pointy objects, Paul was eager to try something else. So, instead, he retrieved the cat. "No!" Beth begged. "Please stop it." "No," said Paul. Positioning himself away from the child, Paul lashed out striking the small girl over her pierced nipples. The shrill scream tickled Paul's ears and, with a chuckle, he pulled his arm back to deliver a second blow across her young thighs. Paul hit Beth one last time with the cat, lashing the whip over her small cute face and leaving a dark red welt just below her left eye. Paul laughed and dropped the whip. "Oh Bethy, I can't decide what to do first," he said. "Cut bits off you or beat the living shit out of you. What do you think?" "NO!" "Oh a fat lot of help you are," muttered Paul. "I think I might start by cutting bits off you. I promised you three fingers, or was it four?" "Please don't." "Four...thought so," said Paul, and he leant over to collect the shears. "What chance have you got of staying conscious through this?" "No don't...please stop," sobbed Beth in reply. "No I didn't think so," he muttered. "I won't be a sec." The man left the room only to return a few minutes later carrying the bottle of stimulant pills. "You've got to pop a couple of these, honey," he said. "No," sobbed Beth. "Don't kill me." "I'm not going to kill you, honey," said Paul. "Just cut your fingers off." Paul emptied two of the tablets onto his hand and held them up to Beth's mouth. "Now swallow them," he commanded. Beth's eyes flickered up to make contact with Paul's. The small child whimpered for a few seconds before opening her mouth to allow Paul to place the pills onto her tongue. The child closed her mouth and swallowed. It would take a few minutes for the pills to kick in but he was feeling impatient. Taking the shears, he forced one of Beth's fingers in between the blades. The child screamed and tried to move away, flexing her fingers in an attempt to save them. Paul slowly closed the shears over the knuckle of Beth's index finger. The little girl's vocal cords exerted themselves even more. The scream was nearly deafening. Paul put pressure onto the shears. There was resistance for a few moments then they snapped shut with a sickening crack. The finger dropped to the floor by Beth's feet. The child stopped screaming and just stared into space, hyperventilating. Her entire body shook and blood began to pour down her arms. Paul laughed to himself and picked up the blowtorch and pliers. He lit the torch and held the pliers under the flame for several moments, watching the dull metal turn an equally dull red. Then, hurriedly, he moved over to Beth and placed the redhot metal against her severed finger. Her body shook and her mouth opened but no sound emerged. Paul held up Beth's head to peer into her almost black eyes. She looked distant and her eyes were glazed. Paul was pretty sure that she wouldn't survive many more of her fingers being severed. Fun as mutilation could be, he knew when to stop. He didn't want the little cunt to die so soon. Paul sighed and dropped the shears onto the floor. Beth fell forwards, fainting despite the stimulants. Paul was still frustrated, still needed to hurt this cunt. Time to use something to wake the little whore up. Paul went out to a storage cupboard to collect a large black box and, with a grunt, he lifted it, trailing four black leads ending in nasty large clips. Paul shifted around and, being careful not to stand on any of the leads, carried it back to Beth. He sat the box down next to the wall and plugged it into the socket, spun the dial around to the lowest voltage, then, taking the leads he pulled them over to Beth. He clipped one on each nipple, one on the little girl's clitoris, and pushed the last inside the kiddie's cunt. Paul moved back to the box and pressed down the button on top of it. There was a second for the circuit break to saturate, then the child bucked. Beth's eyes opened wide, she screamed, and her body began to convulse. She shook violently for several moments before the switch automatically cut off the power flow. Beth hung forward, though only for a few seconds, before the circuit activated again. This box was of very crude design but it did it's job effectively and, on it's lowest power setting, whilst, incredibly painful, incapable of killing even a child. Paul watched as the circuit made and broke itself several times, each time filling the child with an agonising electrical burst, before he pressed the button again shutting the box off. Beth collapsed, breathing heavily and smeared with sweat, but at least she was awake. "You've been a very bad girl," Paul sneered. "Don't you fucking well ever pass out on me again." Beth opened her mouth as if to say something but all that passed her lips was an incomprehensible moan. Saliva and blood dribbled down her chin. She had bitten herself during her fight with the mains. Paul grinned at her and leant over to pick up the shears from the floor. "N...n..." the child managed to stammer. Paul smiled at her. "Oh yes," he said, "but don't worry, I'm not going to cut off any fingers." "N...n...no!" Beth cried. "We've already established this," muttered Paul. "Not your fingers." "P...p...p" Beth attempted. Paul moved over to the trembling girl, took the clip off of her left nipple, and pressed the sweet nubbin between his fingers. Beth didn't have the energy to stand on her own two feet let alone try and stop him from playing with her. He fiddled with the nipple, pulling out all of the pins as he worked on the little bud, trying without much success to bring it up hard. After five minutes he gave up. "Oh fuck it," he muttered. "It's got to come off anyway." "Please! N...NOOOO!" said Beth with pitiful determination. Paul laughed and opened the shears. He had lied to the child. He didn't actually want to cut the nipple off, just cut it in half. He placed the damaged teat into the jaws of the shears and cut, slicing the child's nipple straight through the centre. Acting quickly, he turned the shears on their side and sliced through her nipple again, effectively quartering it, though still leaving it attached to the exhausted preteen. Within a fraction of a second, the wound filled with dark red blood which spilled out over her chest. Paul quickly pulled the clip off the other nipple and yanked the pins out so that he could repeat the process of cleaving it in four. Paul took a step back to watch the blood flooding down the child's front and drip from her toes. It really was quite attractive. However, as much of a turn on it was to see, Paul had no wish for the child to die yet. So, working quickly, he picked up the pliers and the blow torch and, once again, applied the heat to the jaws until the dark metal radiated with a dull red glow. Paul opened the pliers and closed them down over the nine-year-old girl's ruined left nipple. The child once more screamed, flailed about and fainted. Her tormentor laughed as he reheated the pliers and closed them over the other nipple, sealing it back together as one, ruined piece of flesh. Paul stepped back, and looked down at the unconscious childwhore. 'She doesn't listen does she?', he thought. With another sigh, he picked up the crocodile clips from the floor and reattached them to what were once the child's nipples. He moved back to his box and turned up the voltage level, then pressed the button. Her body stiffened and shook for a second before her eyes snapped back open and she tried to scream, though her ruined throat let out little more than a choked gasp. With little Beth awake, Paul switched off his electrical torture device and approached the child. Without even talking to his ruined little cuntgirl, Paul reached down to pull her legs apart. By now she was being held up solely by the chains attached to her wrists. This meant that Paul had to hold her legs apart for the few moments it took to pull the clips from her clit and her vagina, and push his cock into the tiny whore's babycunt. The man pushed in hard, forcing his cock straight into the tiny womb. While Paul brutally fucked the child with all the power he could muster, all Beth could do was moan incoherently, cry, and grunt with the pain. Nonetheless, she was still a great fuck and soon Paul found himself pumping his thick sperm into her preteen uterus. Sighing with release, he pulled out, letting the child slump forward. She was breathing heavily and her body was covered with sweat and blood, her hair soaked in it. She still looked quite a sight, despite her ruined chest. "I'm afraid I have to punish you for passing out on me again." The child was definitely awake but gave no sign of acknowledgement that she even heard Paul. Not that he could really give a damn whether she heard him or not. Paul moved to the side of the room and picked up the 'half broom handle' that he had left there. He turned back to Beth and grinned at the poor little slut hanging there. Then, taking the handle in both hands, he pulled back over his powerful shoulder and swung forwards. The thick wooden handle struck against the child's ribs with a sickening crack. Paul laughed and pulled back again to strike against the little slut's stomach. Then across her thighs, and once more hitting her stomach, before finally hitting her shins, again generating a sickening snapping sound from the child's bones. The poor little whore was once again unconscious and thus didn't scream as she was brutally beaten. Paul found himself rather disappointed by this. This whore would pay dearly for her constant disobedience. Paul laughed to himself as he reattached the clips to Beth's ruined cunt. He moved back to the box and once again turned up the voltage, just a little, then pressed the on button. There was a few seconds' pause while the switch activated. Then the child woke up screaming as the current racked her small body. Paul waited for the the box to run though it's cycle. When it finally switched off, he turned down the voltage. "Good night Bethy. See you in the morning," he said. The device would keep her ticking over in agony with no real chance of killing her, which was what was wanted. He walked from the room just as Beth started to scream again. He yawned. "Oh well," he muttered. It was time to collect Hanna and take it to bed. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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