Copyright © 2001, rupert. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Monday PM, September 24, 2001 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: sammysa2.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/f/nc tort / nasty Story_intro: Sammy's painfilled education continues, as the child is tortured further. Sammy's abduction part 2 Written by rupert I had got Sammy up early the next morning, and I had made her take a shower, but had not allowed her to shit or piss. The child pleaded to go, claiming that she was desperate for both. This I disallowed, as I wanted to keep her in the 'full' state, having other plans for her. Once I had escorted Sammy down to my torture chamber, I strapped her to the purpose-made table, arms above her head, and knees widely parted. A gag wasn't appropriate, as I intended to enjoy her screams for a time. A close examination between her widespread thighs revealed the damage that I had previously done to her. Her tiny cunt-slit had a deep tear which probably needed stitches, and her anal region was badly bruised-I expected that internally there would be a fair bit of damage. Her well-caned buttocks were severely bruised and split in places. I reminded the little girl that I would cane her again, later. She started to shake violently, sobbing and begging me not to hurt her again. I brought the small table over. The top of it was laid out with the day's instruments for Sammy's torture. First of all, I needed to attend to her full bladder. Peeling the child's fat cunt lips apart, I was able to insert the catheter tube into her piss-slit, and then slide it smoothly into her swollen bladder. Finally I taped it firmly in place. Nothing came out yet, as a control tap was fitted. It was now time to go to work on that baby soft nine-year-old bald cunt. Taking a large, and very sharp darning needle from the table, and gripping one thick lip of her fleshy vulva tightly, I proceeded to force the cold steel right through it. She squealed wonderfully, and shrilly, straining to pull away from me, but my table straps held her quite firm. Taking another needle, I held it in front of the child's white tear-stained face. "Number two," I grinned at her. Her eyes went wide. She sobbed and begged, pleading with me not to hurt her again. I looked at my watch. "It's now nine o'clock, and I'm going to torture you until ten. If you suck me off properly at ten, EXACTLY as I instruct, I will leave you alone until your evening caning. BUT, if you don't give me the best blow-job of my life, or spill, or not swallow my spunk, we will start the torture ALL OVER AGAIN!" And with that, I slowly pushed the second needle under the hood of her clit, allowing it to protrude through the thin skin covering her mound. Four more needles followed, two through her cunt-lips, and the last one deeply into the bruised flush of her anal ring. The little girl's screaming was intense and shrill, and the pitiful way she pleaded to be left alone, made my cock very hard. Plugging the electric soldering iron in, I went to work first of all on her tiny pink nipples. The smell of burning flesh filled the room as I applied the tip to the flat childish flesh. She was hoarse now, as I leisurely moved down her sweet, skinny body, leaving bright red spots as I touched the hot iron to her squirming body at short intervals. Shit, it's time I took a piss, I thought to myself. I pushed the end of Sammy's catheter tube into a large jar, and turned her control tap on. My little torture-slut let out a low moan as the piss flowed from her tortured bladder, and I noticed her belly visibly shrink as the pressure lifted the jar was half-filled. Slipping the plastic sleeve over my cock, I connected the child's catheter tube to the end of my invention. With a sigh, I started to empty the yellow piss from my over-filled bladder, directly into the child's much smaller bladder. Sammy started screaming again at the realisation of what was happening to her. Again, her belly started to swell, only this time even larger that before. With the final spurt, I turned the tap off; the one-way valve inside my gadget had served to stop any of my fetid piss flowing back out of the child. My table was designed so that I could remove the last section, leaving the little girl's buttocks right on the edge. Then I was able to winch her knees right back to her chest, which in turn allowed me complete access to both her cunt and ass-hole. I quickly spat in my hand, and then swabbed the swollen plum of my cock with it. That would be all the lubrication the child would get. Holding my rigid shaft at the bruised and puckered entrance to the girl's rectum, I slowly forced the purple head through the now tight brown ring that gripped it tightly. As my knob popped inside her, I stopped for a moment, enjoying Sammy's shrill screaming. With a groan, I slid my burning shaft deep inside her nine-year-old bowels, savouring the feel of her warm shit encasing me. The child's screams had changed to grunts now, in time to my deep strokes into her gut. Seemingly the initial pain of penetration had changed to a feeling of discomfort and over-fullness, and the little girl was trying to 'shit me out of her' each time I withdrew, before sliding deeply into her tortured shit-tube again. I removed the needles, accompanied by her screams. Now I would be able to pound her real hard, without the risk of getting scratched. I slammed into her bruised and possibly torn rectum, again and again. Even that stout table rocked with the force of my vicious buggering, and my heavy, hairy balls slapped her puny cheeks wildly. Fancying a change, I pulled out of the dilated, and very respectable cock-sized hole that had once been a child's tiny furled bum-hole. The smell of the thick, glistening shit that covered my shaft completely, filled the room. Positioning my still swollen and shit-covered mushroom between the little girl's plump bald cunt-lips, I pushed home, my thick, shitty shaft sliding fully into her belly, Blood flowing down the crevice of her still open anus, as the tear in her cunt opened again. I started to fuck her slowly, sometimes scooping up gobs of the stinking shit that adorned her fat cuntlips, and using the near-to bursting head of my cock to push it deeply inside the little girl's tight, and agonised cunt. There is nothing like the sight of a screaming child's fat, bleeding vulva clinging lovingly around your thick cock shaft as you slowly rape her, and I was savouring every minute of it! I could feel her piss-stretched bladder at each stroke; Sammy must have been in agony, and felt like she would burst. The thought spurred me on, and I became more inventive with my fucking motions, trying to bring as much pressure to bear on her bloated bladder, as was physically possible. The crying child grunted, and then her partially closed anus suddenly opened widely again. Suddenly, staining, she shat out a large, steaming turd as if to relieve some of the pressure. I couldn't have that. Halting for a moment, I reached over to the table, and, selecting a large rubber dildo. Sammy wailed loudly, as I forced it deeply and firmly, into her shitty rectum. Then, with a hard thrust, I moaned loudly as I felt the familiar heat of the little girl's body close over my throbbing cock. I started to rape her skinny body as hard as I could. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Sway..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.