THE SHOPLIFTER 3

Feature Writer: The Ripper

Feature Title: THE SHOPLIFTER 3

Published: 11.10.2022 / Previously Published on Usernet

Story Codes: Young Ones, Rape, NC, Torture, Snuff

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 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 Kimmy’s young and sexy twelve 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 three 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 know … 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 eye-bolts in the ceiling. “No! no! don’t put that thing in me! … Please!” Kimmy cried.

I put KY-jelly along it’s length. 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.

“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 a quarter 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-okay,” 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. okay?” I said as I squeezed harder on her titties.

“Oh, it hurts. the pain, it hurts,” she cried 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, okay?” I told my soon to be S&M kitten.

I pulled up a chair and sat down as I watched Kimmy’s 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! Ohhhh!” 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. Kimmy’s 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 Kimmy’s 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 half 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.

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 twenty-five percent 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 fifty percent and watched for about fifteen 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 one hour and fifty 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 twelve 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 eight feet long and four feet wide. At the foot, there was a four-by-four mounted. Through the four-bu-four, a rope ran from a leather ankle cuff through the four-by-four, 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 two turnbuckles and an inline one ton scale. This led to a hand — ratcheting winch.

We also built three sets of stocks. These were made from tow-by-sixes. 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 five foot two-by-fours that ran from the feet to just behind the victims ass. There were also two-by-fours connecting the long five foot 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 five foot two-by-fours. 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 Kimmy’s 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 2×4’s at just below Kimmy’s 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.

Kimmy’s 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 titties, 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 twenty 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 equipment. 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 eight and a half foot ceilings and I had to use a chair to attach things, It was only eight and a half 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 two feet from the rope. The top of rope sensor was designed to prove that a child had climbed the rope. the treadmill and bike sensors sent a signal when ten 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 thirty 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 bed sheets 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 two boys seven and 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 stun-gun 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 ten 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. Three minutes later a seven year old girl arrived with her five year old sister.

I handed bowls of ice cream to them as we continued to talk about us just moving in from Portland. the fouteen year old, “Cristy,” was kind of hopping from foot to foot so I showed her where the bathroom was. The fifteen 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 five and seven year old girls. I went to the back room and got 4 sets of my prepared bondage equipment. 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 fifteen and sixteen year olds first and laid them down in the trunk. I went back in the house as a seventeen year old beauty arrived looking for the five 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 four 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! Two boys seven and nine years old. Three young girls fivem six and seven years old. A ten year old, the fourteen and fifteen year olds and of course the seventeen year old babysitter.

I wasn’t quite prepared to explain what I was doing with nine trussed up bodies in my car so after a quiet stop at a self serve car wash, I drove the thirty 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 stun-gun 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 seventeen 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 stun-gun 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 stun-gun 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 six year old.

“What’s your name little one? Mary? And what’s your name?” I asked the five 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 eye-bolts three feet apart in the ceiling and let them hang about two feet from the floor. The other ends I tied to a hand ratcheting winch and hooked it to an eye-bolt 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 six year old child, I used a screwdriver to tighten the hose clamp around Mary’s 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 Mary’s 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 Mary;’s 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 five minutes, Mary wasn’t reacting as much to the ticking so I stopped and let her rest a bit. After five 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 Mary’s 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 Mary’s 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 Mary’s 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 eye-bolt 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 okay, go ahead and tell me” I prompted with a gentle voice.

“I think you should put the little bitch in the stocks and burn her feet while clamping her titties.” Kimmy said boldly.

I think Kimmy was a bit jealous because I was playing with this child’s sexual parts.

“Okay. Put the Mary in the stocks while I get the tools. But you will need to help me.” I said as Kimmy pulled six 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 work area and took three vice grip pliers and adjusted them so that there was only about a millimeter of space left when they closed. I then took a four inch wide pair of vice grips that was made for holding sheet metal together and made the space about an eighth of an 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 vice grips around her whole areola. The muscles on Mary’s 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 vice grips 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 vice grips 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 now how much to squeeze.

Sweat was dripping off of Mary’s 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 Kimmy’s 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 Mary’s 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 vice grips 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. Okay 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 seventeen 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. Okay. 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 four and a half 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 fifteen year old were trying to calm the fourteen 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 fourteen 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 OF CHAPTER THREE