Feature Writer: The Ripper
Feature Title: THE SHOPLIFTER 2
Published: 11.10.2022 / Previously Published on Usernet
Story Codes: Young Ones, Rape, NC, Torture
Synopsis: This story, in 10 parts is about a young 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 and torture them to death. As of the tenth chapter they now have four children working together 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 like your cup of tea.
Warning: The following 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 — However, if you are a really twisted fuck, then read on and enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: 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.
The Shoplifter 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 twelve 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 286AT 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 twelve year old’s body could feel so good. I led Kimmy to the chair.
“Do you think you can tell me today who your thieving friends are?”
Despair 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 three feet wide and seven foot long. it was made from a door mounted on four-by-four’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 twelve year old body to the machine I build and that it would send from twenty to five hundred volts of electricity into her body in different places, at different amperage 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 Kimmy’s 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 and 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 Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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! whatever 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 Kimmy’s armpit probes where too low on her body. I re-positioned 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, let’s see if this helps you to remember.”
With that I selected, “Time,” and entered in 1:40. Since I had a two hour tape in the camcorder and had used 10 minutes so far hooking her up. that left ten minutes for after torture footage and for unhooking Kimmy from the machine. I entered the starting torture level at ten percent and the max at one hundred percent. Finally I set the computer to, “Interrogation Automatic,” rather than, “Interrogation Manual,” or, “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 twelve year old nipple started to harden as her lovely legs started to kick. Her tit was being zapped twice per second with one tenth of a second pulses at twenty-five percent 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 three, then four 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 Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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 twenty-five percent into both of her tender breasts at various pulse rates.
My hands moved down to Kimmy’s 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 un-clenched and her young muscles strained against her bonds. I started squeezing her thigh at the knee and slowly worked my way up as Kimmy’s 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, Kimmy’s 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 one to three 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 Kimmy’s breathing/screaming patterns and was zapping her for long continuous 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 twenty second period. Poor Kimmy would jerk as her body was caught with twenty-five percent power and would scream a long painful scream as the power increased to maximum.
She would run out of breath at about ten seconds and would lay there with her mouth open, her body twitching in agony for about five 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!” Kimmy’s 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 half an hour had passed. The machine was working splendidly, but, poor Kimmy had another hour and ten 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.
“Okay. Okay. Anything! just stop this … Yieeeee!” she screamed as another twenty 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 replied.
“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 seventy 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 twelve 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.
Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s body jerk and pulse all the way to her tender young feet.
Suddenly, the computer beeped three 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 Kimmy’s young heart was beating at over two hundred beats-per-minute and her breaths were recorded at one hundred and forty-three beats-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 two hundred and twenty beats-per-minute.
Kimmy’s eyes were rolling around unfocused and her entire twelve 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 fifty percent 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 one hundred and seventy beats-per-minute and continued to drop.
I looked at the clock. only fifteen 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 Kimmy’s 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.
Three 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 Kimmy’s 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 two 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 Kimmy’s pussy as she lay there shuddering from every muscle. I’m sure she expected it to start up again, but it was finished. After five minutes, I removed the clips and electrical pads from her still twitching body I then unstrapped 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 Kimmy’s 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 twelve year old body from the eye-bolt in the shower. her feet were about three 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 Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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.
Kimmy’s 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 titties and caressed her waist and pussy as I suckled her tits. Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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.
“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 twelve 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.
Suddenly, I said “I’m cumming!”
I 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 Kimmy’s cunt as far as I could. Kimmy didn’t know what, “Cumming,” meant so she just continued sucking my cock until it exploded into her mouth. She stopped.
“It’s okay ,” 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 answered.
“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 okay.”
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.
Half an 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 five 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 OF CHAPTER TWO