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                              Part 4.

I sat in fifteen year-old Sophie's lounge, wondering what experience
of the past might have turned this sweet, pretty young girl into such
a ..., well, such a slut? She'd been upstairs for hours, bathing her
cute, lithe and really rather messy body. I thought about going up to
the bedroom, but tired from my earlier experience decided to take a
quick rest on the sofa. It struck me that I should have been at home,
looking after my sister, though I was still angry with her from a
recent evening of baby-sitting.

     I'd been sitting in my bedroom, completing the final assignment
     for a school project. Next door, my little sister, Judy, was
     listening to records, and I was doing my utmost to ignore her
     playing an awful "New Kids on the Block" record for the upteenth
     time.

     To my mind, Judy's a spoilt brat. She's just turned 7 and has my
     mother and father eating out of her hands. When she's been
     naughty, she'll go upstairs, change into one of her cute, short,
     night-dresses, and tie a pretty pink ribbon in her blonde wavy
     tresses. When she returns downstairs, sucking her thumb and
     looking so young and innocent they believe she can do no wrong.

     As I'd tried to continue working I heard a lapse in the music,
     and re-attempted some Math that had me completely flummoxed. I'd
     just about got the problem sorted in my mind, when the music re-
     started. It was completely distracting and when I realised it was
     the same record being played I was furious!

     I opened the adjoining door between our bedrooms, slamming it
     shut behind me. "Oh, Hi Ian!" she said. "I was just listening to
     some music!"

     "Do you think I don't know?" I yelled, pulling the needle off the
     revolving disk, and picking up the record. "Oh Ian...Don't hurt
     my record!" she pouted. She was sitting on her bed, her slim
     little legs folded up in front of her, her chin resting against
     her knees. Playing her usual precocious tricks, she was sucking
     her thumb, her big brown eyes looking up at me, like she knew
     she'd been naughty but was ever-so-sorry. She wore a little
     white-lace baby-doll nightly, similar to Juliette's but about 6
     sizes smaller, that finished at the waist band of her panties.
     Dad had bought it for her when she was about 4 so both the top
     and knickers were far too small for her - she only wore it to
     please him. Despite her age, she had to know that these tight
     little panties were provocatively stretched tight against the two
     soft mounds of her little-girl labia, and clearly visible between
     her hunched-up thighs.

     I wasn't going to be swayed by her games, and, lifting my knee,
     brought the record down hard against it, breaking the plastic in
     two. She immediately started crying, tears running down the
     cheeks of her cute round baby face. "Ian! That's my favourite.
     How could you?" she sobbed. "I'm telling mommy and daddy as soon
     as they come home!"

     I was ready to put her over my knee and administer a harsh
     spanking but was only too aware of what the consequences might be
     if she told our parents. Unwilling to let my temper get the
     better of me, I through the fragments into her bin, and went back
     to my room.

     All I heard for the next hour was Judy's sobbing. I knew it was
     all put on, so ignoring her, continued the work in front of me.
     At about midnight, I heard the front door open, then the quiet
     scamper of feet as Jude ran down to see them. 'Calm before a
     Storm' I thought, accurately since the next sound was the loud
     thump of my fathers feet as he raced upstairs.

     "IAN! WHAT'S THIS JUDY TELLS ME ABOUT YOU BREAKING HER RECORDS?"
     my father shouted, standing at my door. "Dad - I was trying to do
     my work, and couldn't concentrate - It was her fault!"

     "IF I HEAR YOU BLAME YOUR SISTER ONCE MORE YOU'RE OUT! DO YOU
     HEAR ME? OUT!" With that, he picked up the pile of work I'd
     completed, and ripping it in two, through it out the window. "NOW
     BEFORE YOU START YOUR WORK - AND YOU'LL DO IT PROPERLY OR
     THERE'LL BE TROUBLE BOY - APOLOGISE TO YOUR LITTLE SISTER!"

     In the past, I'd refused such requests, gaining a hard slap, and
     the docking of a months allowance for my trouble, so I had little
     choice. Humiliated, I walked through to her room, seeing that she
     now wore only her tiny panties, as she wiped a tear from her eye
     then smiled at dad.

     "Sorry Judy" I said then turned to leave. "IAN! Apologise
     properly!" "Shit Dad! Wasn't that good enough?" I said, the words
     out before I could halt them. "DON'T LET ME HEAR YOU BLASPHEME IN
     THIS HOUSE!" With that, my 6'2 father pulled my arm behind me,
     knocking me off balance. He grabbed me, pulled me to Jude's bed,
     sat down, then pulled me by the hair so that I folded across his
     knees.

     As I felt him loosening my trousers I complained "Fuck-off dad -
     I'm fifteen - you can't spank me!"

     "WITH LANGUAGE LIKE THAT I WON'T" he replied, pulling the belt
     from his trousers. He pulled my school trousers down to my
     ankles, then ripped down my boxer shorts. "Oooh Daddy!" exclaimed
     Judy. "Yucky - his bottom's all hairy!" My face was deep red with
     embarrassment as my little sister made these abusive comments,
     while my father lifted his arm.


     'SWISH' I heard the belt before I then felt it a hard 'CRACK'
     accompanying the agony that crossed my buttocks. Again and again
     he raised the belt then lashed it against my backside until tears
     were running down my cheeks. After what seemed like an eternity
     he paused, his voice still hard, and angry. "NOW IAN - Apologise
     properly to Judy!" My voice croaking with pain I turned my head -
     "No Dad - I won't - It wasn't my fault!".

     Judy moved round to us, and rested her hand on my crisscrossed
     sore behind. As dad looked up at her, my horrible sister pinched
     a fold of my skin between her chubby little fingers. I yelled,
     reached round, and landed my palm hard against the back of her
     thigh.

     "IAN! I DESPAIR WITH YOU!" Inevitably, my father had seen this,
     whilst completely missing her cruel pinch. He passed the belt to
     Judy, the little girl taking the leather strip that was almost as
     long as she was tall. She raised it and brought it down on me,
     while father held me still, my arm stretched behind my back in a
     half-nelson. I hardly felt the strike, since my sister wasn't
     strong enough, or tall enough, to cause much damage. "Try holding
     the other end" suggested dad, a suggestion that she dutifully
     accepted, the sharp brass buckle now swinging at her feet. "DAD!
     The buckle - Don't let her dad?" I pleaded, but he just glared at
     me and smiled at her.

     Like a sling, Jude started twirling the belt around her head,
     then whipped it, hard, into the cleft of my buttocks. "ARGGGGG" I
     screamed, almost jolting from my fathers lap as the belt pin cut
     into my ass. "Go on Judy - You teach him!" said dad, as the
     pretty little seven year old once again swung the belt into me,
     this time it striking my upper thighs. This continued for several
     minutes, until with the sensation of little streams of blood
     running down the back of my legs, I collapsed in a feint.

     I awoke in bed, some hours later, a sea of pain enveloping my
     lower half, from the small of my back, to the top of my thighs.
     As I remembered that my baby-sister had done this to me, I felt
     unbelievably angry but knew that there was nothing I could do by
     way of revenge. Dad would be watching me carefully for months.
When Sophie came downstairs, she was looking almost as good as new,
but for her blonde hair that remained tussled, with the occasional
dark streak of dried chocolate. As she lay next to me, a long leg
arching out from the split in her red silk kimono, she raised her
eyebrows.

"Are you cross with me?" she asked, looking concerned.

"No... No Sophie. I was just thinking of my sister. I'm furious with
her." I ended up recounting the tale of what little Judy had done to
me, leading to Sophie pulling down my jeans and gently inspecting the
scars I still wore. At first Judy had laughed a little, obviously
finding the idea of a fifteen year-old guy being thrashed by his cute
baby sister funny. But the marks changed that, and she seemed
sympathetic.


"Hey, don't worry about it. Your chance will come" she said, rolling
me onto my back, then kneeling astride my exposed young cock. With her
fingers, she started rolling my foreskin backwards and forwards, but
it remained flaccid and unresponsive. "What's wrong kid?" she asked.

"Shit, I don't know" I replied. "I guess I just feel a bit pathetic."
Looking me in the eyes, she just said "Well, I hope you really hurt
her when you slapped her legs." My penis must have twinged as she
spoke, because she smiled and started wanking me more vigourously.

"Let me tell you a story Ian babes. Just a nasty, imaginary one about
little girls, like Judy, getting punished. Do you want to hear it?"

"OK Soph." I replied. "I'm listening", my penis hardening to the idea

     "Alright. Once upon a time....hmm....Once upon a time there was a
     school. The school your sister goes to, Saint Francesca's."

"She doesn't Soph! She goes to Saint Augustas!"

     "Hey Ian - this is a story OK? Anyway, I think Francesca is a
cuter name than Augusta, and its my story so don't interrupt!" She
lent forwards, and kissed my nose before continuing.

     "I love you babes. So, as I was saying, Saint Francesca's. It's a
     girls school, with children from kindergarten up to sixth grade."

"Is this going to be sick Sophie?" I asked. "Sure Ian babes, but as I
keep telling you, it's only a story! You going to let me tell it?" I
nodded and she went on.

     "So, all these kids are being taken for a summer picnic. Some of
     their Mothers have joined them, and they're all waiting outside
     the school gates. The children are all wearing the regulation
     school uniform, playing, you know, skipping and playing tag and
     stuff. The little kids, only aged five or six, are all real
     pretty. All blonde bunches and pink ribbons, you know the type?
     And the older girls, fifth and sixth graders are just as cute,
     with tight pigtails and little blue bows in their hair.  The
     school's little dark-green gym-slips are all tight against their
     slim girlish bodies. Instead of a belt, a little yellow rope
     drapes round their waist just tight enough to stop it slipping
     over their slim hips, then the dress tapers out at the waist into
     a short pleated skirt. The dresses are all really short, the hem
     stopping just below the tight little knickers they all wear.
     Under the Gym-slip tops, they wear these charming little white
     blouses, with puffed out arms, and beautiful lacy cuffs on the
     wrists and round their necks.

     On their feet are shiny little black patent school-girl shoes and
     petite white ankle-socks, with baby-ish pink ribbons and white
     frills. Basically they're all real cute, do you get the picture
     Ian?"


     As I gave Sophie a quick nod, the fifteen year old kissed me
     again, her fingers still massaging my penis that was now starting
     to harden, though still way off its best.

     "The Mothers are great looking. They're all young, maybe mid
     twenties, early thirties maximum, and dressed in their favourite
     Summer frocks, made up all pretty, trying to outdo one another.
     When the bus arrives, they take their little girls by the hand,
     and climb onto the bus in file, the driver stood outside helping
     them up the step. When the kids climb in, their cute little
     skirts flick up, and the driver smiles as he gets a view of their
     sexy little bottoms, clad in the tight white panties. If the
     woman hadn't been so taken up with looking good, back straight,
     stomach in, and tits out, they might have notices his dirty
     glances and realised something was amiss, but they were too
     arrogant for that.

     Once the twenty or so kids have climbed on board, perhaps ten
     mothers accompanying them, the driver returns to his seat and
     sets off. At the back of the bus is an ice-box, containing Coke's
     for the girls and white wine for the mothers. Soon they're all
     eagerly drinking, the busses air-conditioning doing a poor job of
     keeping them cool on this hot summer day. After a few hours,
     they're out in the country, and some of the woman are beginning
     to feel distinctly uncomfortable, and ask if the driver can try
     to find somewhere with a rest-room. "Hell ladies, there's nowhere
     around here. Well, I say that, there's a farmer I know with a
     place about twenty miles or so from here. He'd probably have a
     room you could use. Despite passing several Gas Stations, they
     take his word for it, and legs clasped together put up with the
     urge.

     Half an hour later, the driver indicates left, and pulls into a
     muddy track. "This is my pals house Ladies. 5 minutes and you'll
     be there". As they sigh with relief, they look around, a rather
     foreboding trail of tall trees running neatly down each side of
     the track, and arching over so as to almost hide the sun-light
     from above. True to his word, a few minutes later the driver
     pulls up outside a small wooden farm-house located at the end of
     the track. "I'll just go inside and check the rest-room's clean.
     You can't be too careful with these farmers", he says, winking.

     Shortly after entering the cabin, he walks out, two men
     accompanying him. Both are huge, dressed like lumberjacks and
     carrying axes, and have a mean look in their eyes as they survey
     the yellow bus. One approaches the back of the bus, and lifting
     his axe, strikes the rear tyres. With a brief hiss the passengers
     feel a bump as the tyre bursts, and one of the pretty, young,
     mothers screams. The axe-wielding giant walks round and repeats
     this with the other tyres, until the bus is rendered completely
     immobile.

     The bus driver climbs in, and picks up a microphone. "Kids,
     Ladies, you've just been kidnapped. I know you're all rich -
     shit, I know the fees you pay to send your little darlings to
     Francescas! Now, Joe, Frank, and myself, are coming round with
     this bag. Take off your jewellery, and get your handbags ready.
     If I catch anyone holding back, their little girl gets it. You
     understand?"

     Terrified, the mothers nod, eagerly pulling off the wedding and
     engagement rings from their fingers, and taking credit cards and
     cash from their purses. Joe and Frank wander down the isle,
     carrying black plastic bags, into which the woman throw their
     valuables. As they walk back to the front one of them notices a
     young brunette woman fidgeting. He turns towards her. "Hey Doll -
     what seems to be the problem?" "Nothing....Really, nothing" the
     petrified mother says. As she cowers a small gold locket swings
     out from her neck. "Hey Joe - Take a look at this!"

     Joe walks forward to the mother and sees his accomplices find. He
     reaches for the locket and with a hard tug, the chain breaks.
     "Fuck Bitch! What's this?" He opens it and reads the inscription.
     "To my darling Samantha on the occasion of her 14th birthday.
     Love Daddy". "Hey guys, isn't that sweet". The young woman is
     shaking as she sobs "I'm sorry... It was my father... he's gone
     now, and it means so much to me". "You think that's an excuse?
     Looking at the school-girls sat around her he adds "OK - Which of
     these sluts is yours?"

     The woman hesitates, then points at a pretty, pig-tailed brunette
     girl, sat in the next row. "Kid - how old are you?" The young
     girl replies "I'm ten" uncertainly. Returning to the mother, he
     looks at her tight, firm young body, smooth complexion and pert
     breasts, commenting "Well, that makes you at least 28, and I'm
     afraid I just don't believe that. Looking back to the ten-year
     old he asks "What's your name kid?" "J-J-Jenny" she stammers. "Is
     this your mommy?" he asks pointing at the young blonde woman. "N-
     N-No. My mummy's over there" she says pointing at a another of
     the woman. "It's true!" her real mother, Paula, shouts. "Be Brave
     darling...". Looking at the woman who'd lied she shouted "You
     bitch! Her kid's the little blonde one in the seat behind!"

     "Fuck ME!" exclaims Joe. "You rich-bitches make us guys look like
     angels. Anyway boys, what are we going to do about this?" As he
     speaks a little fifth grader raises her hand. "What is it kid?"
     "I, ummm, I need to pee" As she speaks a sparkle of an idea
     begins to form in the kidnappers mind. "OK...Who else needs to
     use the john?" Every hand in the bus raises, their bladders full,
     from the pints of drink each had drank. None could have guessed
     the method behind an earlier serving of heavily salted snacks,
     and the deliberately heated and dried air conditioning in the
     bus, was to force an this excessive consumption of liquid.

     Joe's stare returns to the locket carrying woman, Samantha. "You
     know what bitch? I kinda appreciate the way that you went for
     that other woman's kid, so maybe we'll give your little girl a
     second chance. But you'll do exactly what we tell you. Out of a
     desire to preserve the sanctity of her little blonde daughter,
     she nods enthusiastically. "Frank! Get the kid, Jenny, and her
     mother, Paula, and bring them outside. Now, the rest of you
     ladies will watch. If I see any of you, or your kids, looking
     away, you're dead-meat, comprendez? "

     Frank walks over to the sixth-grade girl, and wraps his hand
     around her pink-ribbonned brunette pig-tail. Effortlessly he
     raises his arm, and literally lifts the screaming girl from her
     seat, and into the air. Jenny's mom, Paula, crying out, runs up
     to her swaying daughter, and tries to grab her, but instead gets
     a hard kick in the groin. She falls to the floor, and feels
     Franks free hand grab her foot, and start dragging her along the
     isle.

     Samantha obediently leads Frank as they leave the bus, the other
     woman bouncing harshly on the steps as she's dragged along, her
     summer frock now pulled up so as to cover her face and expose her
     long, stockinged legs. Her pretty little daughter cries from the
     pain that's being inflicted on her scalp and her hanging body
     bruises as it bangs against the seats.

     While Frank suspends the pretty little ten year old, Joe takes
     her mum, Paula, and ties her, spread-eagled between two posts the
     stand in a clearing outside of the building. Using his enormous
     strength he tightens the ropes until her shoulders and thighs are
     at the point of dislocation. Next to one pole is a small
     tattooing device. Picking it up, in his right hand, and holding
     her head still with his left, he starts using it to write a
     permanent message on her pale cheek. As he moves away and holds a
     mirror to Paula's face, she sees that "JOE'S SLUT" is indelibly
     printed on each cheek with "PLEASE FUCK MY CHILD" inscribed
     across her forehead. The text is sufficiently large to be read
     from the bus, and at the drivers command, the woman start sadly
     applauding his artwork.

     Meanwhile Samantha kneels in the clearing, holding ten-year old
     Jenny in her arms, the poor kid weeping into her shoulder as she
     observes the defilement of her mother. Frank has taken a length
     of rubber garden hose and is using the axe to chop it into small
     12-18" lengths. He turns to Samantha. "You know what to do?" "Yes
     - this is going to be an awful thing - I feel so cruel - Do you
     promise to leave my baby, Maria unharmed?" the woman responds.
     "Listen Slut, I don't need to promise anything, but yeah, sure,
     we'll leave your little bimbo alone".

     With that, he passes a small bag, and one of the lengths of pipe
     to Samantha. Taking the little girls arms, and pulling them
     behind her back, the pretty woman removes a pair of hand-cuffs
     from the bag. With a snap, she uses them to restrain the little
     brunette. She then uses a hammer to knock two iron pegs to the
     ground, spaced apart by two or three foot. "Lie on your back
     Jenny. Do as your told or your mummy will be hurt a lot more".
     The little girl, tears running down her cute dimpled cheeks, lies
     down her legs between the two stakes. Samantha reaches into the
     bag, taking two lengths of twine, and starts rolling them round
     the girl's slim legs from just above to just below the knees.

     When she's completed she takes one knee, and ties together the
     two loose ends of the nylon twine, placing the loop she has
     created over one peg. Repeating this for the other knee and peg,
     the suffering little school-girl's legs are obscenely parted, her
     panty-clad pussy clearly visible to her mother, and the coach's
     passengers. From her own handbag, she pulls out a make-up case,
     and kneels next to the kids face. First she applies a layer of
     foundation, then rubbing a large amount of ruby red blusher onto
     each cheek. Pulling her eye-lashes straight, she applies mascara,
     making them appear big, and sort-of tarty. Finally, she uses some
     baby-pink lipstick on the baby-doll's lips until she looks like a
     little girl hooker, like Brooke Shields in Pretty Baby or Jodie
     Foster in Taxi Driver.

     With a pair of scissors, the young mother shortens her own dress
     until it extends down from her waist about 14 inches, the
     appearance being that of a cheer-leaders ra-ra skirt, before
     sitting astride her little victim. She kisses Jenny on the lips,
     before forcing her tongue between them. When the little girl
     tries to turn her head, she raises her hand and slaps her, hard,
     across her face, leaving a large red mark across one cheek. "Open
     your mouth baby" she whispers, finally holding her nose, closing
     the nostrils, and forcing her prey to gasp. Wasting no time, she
     uses the opportunity to slip one of the short lengths of pipe
     between her pink glossy lips, between her teeth, and down her
     throat, until 16 inches of plastic has slid into her mouth,
     leaving just a two inch tube exposed from her lips.

     The poor girl gags and convulses, her body trying to reject the
     tube that ends inside her neck, but Samantha is oblivious to
     this, now bringing a small tube of "super-glue" to the girl's
     face. Into each nostril, she spurts a globule of the skin-bonding
     adhesive, then holds them closed for 10 seconds to give the glue
     time to set. She repeats this around the little-girl's pink lips,
     squeezing them against the tube, until she can only breath
     through the pipe.

     Giving the child a minute to learn how to breath Samantha moves
     astride the little girl's head, one knee to each side. Reaching
     down below the hem of her abbreviated dress, she pulls her pink
     bikini panties down to her mid thigh, then uses the scissors on
     her submissive victim's gymslip. Starting at one of the loops of
     material that cross her shoulders, she snips away at cute kid's
     blouse and dress, until a split runs from her neck to her waist
     then pulls the two halfs apart. The top half of her nymphet young
     body is exposed to the onlookers, from the waist of her panties,
     up to her flat girlish breasts. Her little-girl nipples stand out
     as adrenalin pumps through her, and her tummy pushes up, as,
     having removed one final item, Samantha pushes the lumpy bag
     under the small of her back.

     Waving this final item to the coach, then with a smile, to the
     girl's hysterical mother, she presents a short thin horse-whip.
     Raising it to the air, she lands it accurately across her little
     bimbo's nipples, up again, then again down on her little round
     tummy. Each lash leaves a deep crimson mark on the victim's flesh
     her body soon crisscrossed with angry looking welts.

     Samantha is ready to move onto the second part of the punishment,
     as she spreads her labia, and slowly lowers herself over the
     school-girl's face. As she presses her clitoris against the open
     end of the pipe, Samantha feels the pleasant sensation of the
     girls strained breathing sucking and blowing at the restricted
     air-flow. As she starts to feel horny, she does as she's been
     ordered, and using the fingers of her free hand, inserts the pipe
     into her pussy, until her crotch is firmly pressed against the
     girls face. Her vagina contracts and expands against the girls
     vein attempts to breath, and she begins to feel an on-coming
     orgasm. "OK Samantha, that's enough" orders Frank, seeing the
     ten-year old's contorted face. "No...NO!" Complains Sam. "I'm
     almost coming!". She fucks the sucking piece of pipe, up and
     down, not allowing it to leave her pussy, and repeats the
     thrashing of the young girls nipples, until blood starts to seep
     from them.


     "Samantha...STOP!" yells a woman from the bus, as Jenny's face
     starts to turn blue, and her movements become less pronounced.
     "I'M....I'M ALMOST THERE" shrieks Samantha, her fingers now
     frantically masturbating her blood filled clitoris, until with a
     cry of ecstasy she pulls off the pipe with an audible "pop".
     Turning round she sees Jenny motionless, her face showing a feint
     tint of blue, with little silver trails of girl-cum dripping down
     her cheeks. Hit by the realisation of what she has done, she
     cries, then start blowing on the pipe, then pressing on Jenny's
     chest, attempting to revive her. "Not so fast!" says Frank,
     grabbing her bobbing head. "Piss into it first". "Oh No!" she
     replies, now feeling like she wished the earth would swallow her
     up. "The longer you leave it, the less chance she's got!" says
     Frank, a wicked glint in his eye.

     Recognizing this as her only opportunity, Samantha stood over the
     pipe, then, with a grunt, release a stream of golden urine onto
     the girls cut body. "Into the tube Samantha!" ordered Frank, and
     she stepped back, until the smelly piss poured into the tubes
     narrow opening. Sam's urethra hurt as she emptied her bladder,
     then returned her lips to the pipe. The stench of urine, coming
     from the pipe was unbearable, but she blew and sucked, until the
     little girl's body started to spasm in activity.  Frank held
     Sam's head down, her mouth encircling the tube, until with a
     series of convulsions, Jenny coughed up the urine filled contents
     of her lungs, followed by the contents of her stomach. Sam gulped
     down her own urine, concentrating to prevent herself from
     gagging, then realised that nothing more was coming from the
     pipe. "It's blocked!" she screamed. "It's full her sick! What can
     I do". "Suck baby!" replied Frank. "And don't swallow!" Samantha
     slowly sucked the sick out of the pipe, her cheeks initially
     hollowed, but filling as her mouth accepted the previous contents
     of Jenny's stomach. As the last lump popped into her mouth, Frank
     pulled her back, seeing that the little girl was now, at least
     shallowly, breathing. "Now baby, lets go and see her mummy shall
     we?" He took Sam's hand, and led her over to where the mother was
     tied, her eyes glazed from the sight she had been forced to
     witness. "If you really care about your little girl, you'll give
     Paula your fist, the whip, and the contents of your mouth. OK?"

     Samantha looked at the woman, stretched like a rag-doll before
     her, and wished she'd never been born. Joe passed her a whip,
     much longer than the horse whip she'd used on little Jenny, with
     several small leaded tails at the end of its length. She couldn't
     hold the sick in her mouth for much longer, feeling it start to
     drip down her chin, so raising the cruel whip, she lashed it into
     the woman who must feel so much hate for her.

     The tails hit Paula's breasts and stomach, tearing at the skin,
     and leaving trails of blood from a single strike. Again she
     raised the whip, this time aiming lower, and ripping at her lower
     abdomen, pussy, and thighs. By the twentieth lash, the woman had
     fainted, a pool of blood at her feet, her body scared for life.

     "Now Samantha, fuck her with your fist." Samantha knelt before
     Paula, whilst Joe revived the tied-up slave with smelling salts.
     Cutting away at the front of her dress, Sam cut through her
     panties, to expose her small blonde bush. Samantha immediately
     pushed three fingers into the women's tight, and moist vagina,
     then her pinky, finally followed by her thumb. With all her might
     she thrust upwards, her hand vanishing to well past the wrist,
     until she touched the women's cervix. Guessing where she was
     Frank told her to continue, and she pushed her slip fingers
     between the cervix and into her womb, curling her fingers as they
     touched the cavities walls and finally getting her whole fist
     inside.

     The woman was screaming and yelling in complete agony, as her
     organs were stretched to an extent that even child-birth couldn't
     achieve, and unlike a pregnant woman who had nine months to
     stretch, she had to accommodate this intrusion in nine seconds.
     As Samantha stretched her thumb and pinky into the woman's
     fallopian tubes, the poor tattooed slut lost control of her
     bodily functions, releasing a spray of urine over Sam's face, and
     excreting down the side of her arm. "You Bitch!" yelled Samantha,
     re-clenching her fist, and with a sharp pull, extracting her arm
     from the woman. She felt the womb following her fist almost until
     her hand reappeared, and she knew that her uterus was severely
     prolapsed. "No more babies for you!" Sam commented, as, standing
     up, she pulled the women's lips apart, and bringing her lips to
     her slaves, emptied the contents of her own mouth into that of
     the woman's. As the results of the child's retching were
     transferred from lips to lips, some slipped out pasted against
     their young faces.

     As Samantha stood back, Frank moved forwards, and with a long
     knife, cut through the ropes that suspended Paula, allowing the
     poor slut to collapse onto the sandy ground, clutching at her
     groin.

Ian was completely immersed in the story, astounded that Sophie would
have such obscene ideas, yet turned on immensely. Despite the slow
pace of Sophie's wanking he knew her would soon ejaculate, and grabbed
her hand. "Make me cum Sophie" he asked, the cute blonde nodding and
turning the slow movement of her fist into a frantic shake. She sits
up, and manoeuvres herself over his cock, impaling herself onto it.
Fingering his balls, and squeezing her full breasts, she bounces up
and down, until Ian fills her pussy with his sperm.

"I liked the story Sophie. Is it finished now?"

"No way Ian babes. Remember little Maria? Can you begin to imagine
what Paula would do to her given the chance. Can you guess what the
kidnappers might make Maria and Jenny do to each other? All I need are
a few ideas, and I'll tell you the rest!" With that she kissed Ian,
the went to the kitchen to prepare some supper.