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, October 08, 2001 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: sammysa5.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/f (9) tort/ snuff/nasty Story_intro: The conclusion of Sammy's stay with me. NOT for the squeamish. The abduction of Sammy final part. Written by rupert Sammy took her morning shit. Alternately grunting and whimpering, her little face red with the effort, and streaming tears, She managed to produce a thick, heavy and very bloody turd from within her ruined bowels. As it dropped with a steaming thud onto the cold floor, the child sighed with relief. This was to be Sammy's final day with me, I had decided, and so I intended to make it a most eventful one. Having admired the extreme discomfort that taking her shit had caused her, I decided to concentrate my efforts in that area of her body, and so secured the child to my latest invention. This was a complicated piece of equipment, and entailed Sammy squatting over an enormous, thick and curving black dildo, covered in hard ridges, in the 'little girl taking a piss' pose. The dildo was raised on a small platform, and had a rubber doughnut around its wide base. Whilst this seems a simple arrangement, the complexity is the sensors inside the dildo. The game is thus; the dido is inserted into Sammy's tortured, raw anus. Both the base and the large cock-head contain the sensors. Clips are attached to her nipples and clit. The child has to ride this huge tool. As the head partially leaves her anus, she has to squeeze her anal muscles hard, to activate the sensor, which will then stop a massive electric shock coursing through both nipples, and her clit. This done, she then has a short time, (which is adjustable, and so allows me to increase the speed of her raping), to drop down to the base. To activate this base sensor, and again stop a painful electric shock, the little girl's bony bum-cheeks must drop hard on to the rubber doughnut around the dildo's base, and so, to achieve this, the dildo must be totally buried inside her. Also, this sensor is adjustable, so that if required, the child can be forced to drop on to it harder, before the switch operates. Finally, her wrists were manacled to posts either side, and her ankles manacled wide apart at the base. After explaining the rules to the terrified child, I activated the machine and began a 'trial run'. She performed badly, at first, due to her painfully injured bowels. (The dildo was exceptionally thick and ridged, and very long, and must have caused the little girl a great deal of suffering, so that she was loath to drop down hard enough and activate the base sensor). However, the electric shocks being even more severe, she soon began to ride the gleaming, black shaft hard. It was an amazing turn-on to watch as the over-size shaft disappeared between her puny white bum-cheeks, and to hear the slap, as her parted buttocks hit the 'doughnut hard enough to prevent a shock. And then, immediately afterwards, it's curving, shiny thick length would slide out wetly, until her over-stretched anus had begun to shit out the broad, mushroomed head, which would then have to be squeezed tightly by that delicate brown ring, thus preventing another shock. Then it would disappear with a rush, fully back inside the ruptured, nine-year-old girl, down to it's base, with a slap, preventing the shock that was imminent. Fortunately, she was well gagged, or the noise would have been intolerable. I played with my toy for over an hour, adjusting the settings, and watching in amusement as her sweat-coated, skinny frame fucked faster and faster, on that terrible instrument that was tearing her delicate, little-girl insides apart. Finally, she collapsed, totally exhausted, her body bouncing from one violent shock to another. I released the unconscious child, cleaning up her bloody, wide-open and ripped anus, and then allowing her to rest before the final game. Two hours later, she was secured to the wooden table, knees strapped wide apart, arms stretched and secured above her head. I had sat her upright, and positioned a large mirror so that she could see her cunt perfectly. Also, I was recording that area of her body, and displaying it onto a screen next to her head. Taking a sharp scalpel, I applied the cold steel edge to her clit, which was stretched, red and shiny around the rubber bung that I had made the child wear in her piss slit. Lightly, I started to carefully incise a line around the soft, fleshy organ. The child was making small high-pitched noises under her gag, struggling, as she felt the blade slide over her skin. She could not be feeling much pain yet, the scalpel was far to sharp for that. However, she did start to feel pain, as, sliding the scalpel into the thin red line that I had created, I started to lift the edge of the skin, and, gripping it tightly with forceps, I slowly peeled it back, completely skinning the now screaming, bucking child's clit. When she finally opened her tightly screwed eyes, and saw what I had done to her body, her expression was priceless. I applied a special liquid to her clit, which would staunch the bleeding, and then started to repeat the procedure to one of her baby-fat, bald cunt lips. It was amazing to me how easily the child's soft skin came away from her body. Just like skinning a peach, really. By the time I had skinned the hysterical, screaming girl's second lip, Sammy was turning her head away, trying to avoid seeing the damage that had been done to her nine-year-old body. This would not do. I was determined to make her watch as I 'restyled' her sex organ. I quickly solved the problem by securely fixing her head into a frame attached to the monitor supports, and finally, glued her eyelids open. Now Sammy would have no option but to stare at the screen, and watch the show. Continuing with the work, I completely skinned her crotch area, right from around her slack bum-hole, and up over her plump mound, peeling it off like a soft glove. The child vomited at this point, and I took time to unsure that her airway was clear before proceeding. I didn't want her to choke at this point. Removing the plug in her piss-slit, I attempted to force my cock into this impossibly tight hole. Sadly, only part of the head would fit, stretched though it was. In exasperation, I pissed into the girl's bladder. As the pressure grew, the piss began to squirt back out, further stinging the raw flesh as it dribbled over her bloody, skinned little-girl- plump cunt lips. Needing to cum, I re-arranged her position, and viciously raped the skinny little girl, alternating between her tight cunt, and much looser anus. Blood smeared all over my crotch, and dripped warmly from my heavy, sweating ball-bag as I pounded into the child's mutilated holes. Finally, groaning loudly, I bit through her tiny right nipple, causing her to buck even more wildly as I pumped squirt after squirt of thick, hot spunk into her hot, baby cunt. Afterwards, using a rough cut-off length of broom handle, I fucked her piss-slit forcefully, causing the bright blood to flow freely, before hammering it right inside, rupturing the child's abused bladder. It didn't seem likely that this young girl would last much longer, after such treatment, and so, deciding to make the most of it while she was still in a conscious state, I fixed her spread eagle, being careful to make sure that she could watch the completion of her mutilation on the screen that I had provided. Retrieving my sharp scalpel, I drew a thin red line lightly done the child's body, from around her slim neck, down to her bloody crotch, then cut gently around wrists and ankles. Picking up the forceps, I took one last, long look at her, as she was now. Sure got a nice soft, skin, I thought, wistfully. You see, I bind books for a living. Nice, leather bound books. Right now, I had four antique volumes, crying out for nice, soft hide covers. As I lifted and gripped the edge of the cut along Sammy's neck, I wondered Idly how long a nine year-old girl could live without skin. FINIS *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> 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.