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Original posting date: 
Thursday PM, October 04, 2001

A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: sammysa4.txt
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Story_codes: M/f /tort. 

Story_intro: My tiny 9 year-old slave endures harsher tortures.



The abduction of Sammy

Written by rupert


part 4

	It was time for little Sammy's bedtime caning, and when I informed the poor little nine-year-old cunt of this, she became hysterical, begging and pleading with me not to cane her, and finally, vainly trying to fight me off.

	Still, a small girl is no match for a grown man, and before long, I had the little slut firmly dragged to the torture table, and tied in my favourite position- on hands and knees, with knees well spread, but supported, skinny bottom in the air, her face held to table by thick leather collar. To keep her buttocks pushed well out, and her back arched in, I had fastened a leather strap over the small of her slim back, pulling it down towards the table.
	
	This served to further spread her perfectly round, (if badly cut and marked) cheeks, and thus exposed the red, dilated anus, and puffy, bald outer cunt lips of the shivering little girl. 
I had also taken the time to replace the dildo in her piss-tube with a slightly larger, rubber plug for the night.

	Starting by giving her six hard, sweeping strokes of the cane, I hit the small girl so violently that each stroke virtually lifted her from the table.

	After a short rest, during which time, I chose to gag the noisy brat. (Her screams had begun to irritate me). It was time to continue I then gave her a further nine vicious strokes.

	Now was it was time to introduce Sammy to another toy of mine.

	This wonderful invention was an extremely thick, hollow steel dildo, filled with frozen water. Through the centre ran a tube to a hole in the tip of the massively over-proportioned helmet. The tube protruding from the base of the dildo was connected to a half-pint syringe filled with near-boiling honey.

	After greasing the child's still slack and well-bruised anus, I then liberally greased the near-frozen steel cock.

	Placing the enormous, unyielding and frosty steel head against the tender brown bud, I started to push. 

	The little girl flinched violently as the cold steel made contact with her hot flesh. She attempted to pull away, but the straps held firm.

	The task seemed truly impossible, as the dildo was as large as the inflatable when I had removed it from her earlier.

	However, it seems that the stretching that she had endured had paid off. The reluctant 'brown mouth' suddenly relented, alarmingly engulfing the stupidly large head, and sliding down the thick icy shaft like an over-stretched rubber band.

	Sammy was screaming into her gag now, tears streaming down her red and blotched cheeks.

	I started to fuck her in Ernest, sliding the tool deeply into her bleeding gut. After pumping her anus for five minutes, I whispered into the child's ear; "He's cumming now, Sammy!" and with that, I squirted a good dose of the boiling-hot honey into the child's frozen rectum.

	The affects were hilarious. She bucked and squealed shrilly as her tortured bowels blistered from the burning gobs of honey.

	I continued to ride the child with the cold instrument for another five minutes.

	Then I whispered in her ear again;" Your such a sexy little girl, Sammy- oh no, he's going to cum again!" She was begging and pleading me not to hurt her again, as best she could through her gag.

	Feigning mock concern, and pretending to pant and groan, I replied, "Okay, (gasp), I'll try (pant), not to cum, oh, god! You're...just....too...sexy....I. ...Can't stop.......it ..AGHH!!, And, groaning loudly, I squeezed a larger dose of burning 'cum' inside my child slave.

	This little game continued until the syringe was empty, and her skinny, unconscious body hung lathered in sweat.

	It took some effort to pull the massive tool from her now ruptured bowel. Her anus remained open, like an angry red cavern, dripping bright red blood.

	I decided to plug it with the inflatable for the night. Tomorrow, we would try more subtle tortures.   

	

	

	

	

	

	

	


















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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.