"FUCK MY ASS FUCK MY ASS!" she screamed between sobs and howls of pain,
her small tits being pulled obscenely from her slender chest by two pair
of locking pliers mashing her nipples, her body on its knees, leather
straps just below her bent knees strapped to the floor of the van a foot
and a half apart, her wrists bound behind her back and pulled up and tied
to the roof, her blond ponytail tied also to the roof, yanking her head
back so that she faced forward as her bound  teenaged body shuddered in
agony as her rapist brutally beat her firm ass with a cane, demanding that
she beg for it.  Her long lashes were wet with tears as she felt his hand
grip her beaten ass painfully, pulling the asscheeks apart, pain still
coursing through her mashed nipples, every movement of her sixteen year
old body making the pliers swing, tearing at her tender flesh.

He always started like this, with the cunts bound on their knees, begging
him to fuck their ass.  They always did, after he had beaten their ass a
crimson red, their tits distended by the pliers.  The best, though, was
making them watch his previous fuck, making them watch their face, they
way they cried and screamed and the way their face twisted in agony as he
beat them--it showed them what was in store, terrifying them, and he
shuddered in pleasure as he thought about it.  His face twisted into a
mask of lust as he dropped his pants and the cane, grabbing her hot flesh,
his mind dizzy with excitement as he prepared to fuck this teenaged piece
of meat.

The sweat of fear and pain covered her lean, firm body as she felt his
cock press against her anus, small whimpers joining the screaming of the
television a foot from her face.  She cringed inside as she opened her
eyes to stare into another face, the face of a young girl like herself,
pretty, brunette, her head pulled back like hers was, her face streaming
tears, her visage contorted by agony, her mouth screaming and whimpering
and begging as...as...her rapist tormented her.  She closed her eyes to
block out the view, the hateful sight of what could have been a mirror, a
howl of agony coming from her throat as she felt a tearing, burning
sensation plow through her ass as his cock entered her bowels.

"Beg for it slut.  Tell me you love it whore," he had bent over her body,
his hands on the pliers tearing at her breasts, pulling at them, bringing
another shriek from her tortured throat as he stretched her breasts from
her body, blood leaking from the nipples where the hard metal met them.
"Tell me to fuck your ass harder, cunt.  SAY IT!" he bellowed, slapping
the back of her head as he spiked his cock deep into her bowels, twisting
the pliers, making her howl and twist and scream as agony coursed through
her young body, each buck making his anger and lust grow, excitement
burning through his veins as he tortured this young cunt beneath him.

"Harder, harder, fuck me harder!" she whined out, screaming each time he
jammed his cock back into her ass, each time his hips slammed into her
asscheeks, making her whole body jerk forward in its bonds, tearing at her
shoulders and hair, her screams mingling with those of the girl on the
television, who was screaming out "FUCK ME FUCK ME HARDER SO GOOD" her
face and tears betraying her words.

She felt his fingers at her cunt as she squirmed in agony, her whole body
one raw nerve being tortured, and howled again as his fingernails scraped
across her labia before digging into her clit.  "AAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!" she
screamed, "PLEASE...PLEASE..." she begged, not believing such pain was
possible, the sound of her screams and pleading mixing with the sounds of
his panting and the sick slapping sound of his hips against her ass, her
anus a star of agony in her body, matching the horrendous pain in her
tits, still swaying obscenely beneath her as they hung heavily from her
body.

"Shut up, whore," she heard as a powerful blow rocked her head to one
side, and she obeyed, to afraid to do otherwise, as she felt his hands
grip painfully into her hips as he began slamming his cock viciously in
and out of her ass, making her grunt and whine with each stroke, sobs
mingling with the sounds of her terror and pain to fill the back of the
van.

"Take it whore, take it whore," she heard him growl, his fingers digging
deep into her flesh, making her scream as nails broke the flesh of her
hips, her whole body jerking and flailing in its bonds as he came in her
ass.  Then it was quiet except for the screams and cries of the girl's
face on the television, a pause in the torture and the pain, her sobs
jerking her chest, sending the pliers swinging back and forth to pull at
her tortured tits, a pain which seemed dull compared to what she had been
through already.

The first time was always the best.  Breaking them, taking away everything
they held dear, driving his cock meat deep into their bowels, ripping them
open while they screamed and begged beneath him, it was ecstasy.  He felt
his cock begin to soften inside her ass as he relaxed, loving the way her
body quivered beneath his hands, loving the way she still whimpered and
shook.  So good, so good, and there was so much more to do to her.

She cringed inwardly when she felt his cock slide from her stretched,
burning anus, a slap on her ass making her jerk slightly from the shock of
it, her mind hoping it was over, begging for it to be over.  She ignored
the movement around her, her lips and eyes swollen and puffy from crying,
when a hand gripped her bound hair, jerking her head back even further,
here eyes snapping open so that she was staring directly as her rapist's
cock, slimy and grimy with the funk from her ass.  A powerful hand gripped
her jawbone, the pain of his grip forcing her mouth open.

"Suck it whore, suck it nice and good, and if I even feel a tooth I'll
slit your throat."  She shuddered in fear and disgust as he pushed his
softening member toward her face, letting it fall heavily into her open
mouth.  She felt like vomiting, but fear had paralyzed her, and even the
smell and taste of her own bowels could not overcome the terror and pain
she was in.  She shuddered and closed her eyes, her lips wrapping around
his soft member, sucking softly on his cock as his hands held the side of
her head. 

The cunt's mouth was soft and warm, and as perfect as always after an
assfuck.  Looking down at her bound body made him shiver in anticipation,
his soft cock throbbing even as she sucked at it.  Such a beautiful body
she had, so young, so firm, shining with sweat, bound for his use and his
abuse.  He couldn't wait to make it scream again, to make it buck and jerk
and twist as he hurt her, tortured her, fucked her brutally and terribly.

She sucked for minute after minute, glad in a way that the only pain she
was in was the pliers on her tits and the leftover pain in her ass.  It
was a relief he was not beating her, not hurting her, and she almost lost
it when she felt his cock begin to harden in her mouth, knowing that now
he would hurt her again.  No, no, her mind said over and over as his cock
lengthened in her soft, teenaged mouth, her lips pressed hard against the
base of his cock.  She gagged when it began to press against the back of
her throat, and began to struggle madly when she felt his hand brace
itself against the back of her head.

His blood was boiling again, his mind flush with excitement as he prepared
to ram his cock down the bitch's throat.  He picked up his cane and
slammed it against her lower back, her scream making his cock quiver and
jump in her mouth.

A muffled scream came from her throat as pain exploded through her lower
back as a cane lashed it, her rapist jerking his hips forward, slamming
his now turgid cock into the back of her throat.  She panicked; she
couldn't breath, his cock cutting off her air as he pressed it against her
throat.  Another cane blow landed against her sixteen year old body, and
she screamed against the invading cock again, choking as he forced it down
her throat, her face turning bright red in pain and effort as she began to
retch horribly around his cock, her whole body jerking and shaking in its
bonds.

"MMMGGGHH...MMMMGGGGHHH...MMMGGGGHHH" she howled again and again as the
cane landed just above her ass, cutting into her flesh, making her body
dance to its blows as his cock spearing  her throat held her in place, her
throat spasming and retching around his thick meat as darkness floated
before her vision.  She felt like she was going to die as he began fucking
her throat, jerking his hips slightly back and forth, using her face like
a cunt, loving the way her body strained and jerked and bucked against the
bonds, pleasure racing up from his cock as he slammed his hips against her
face, bloodying her nose.

She was dizzy now, her body escaping from its torment in dullness.  Pass
out, pass out she commanded her body, not caring if she ever woke up as he
continued to fuck her face brutally, relentlessly.  Her agony seemed to go
on and on, her body a dancing puppet being whipped and abused as her raped
her face, each thrust of his cock deep into her throat a punctuation in
time, seeming to stretch on forever.

"MMMMGGGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed and screamed as his hands tore at her
hair, sending pain screaming down her scalp as he ground his hips against
her face, his cock spasming in her throat, sending its load of come
directly to her belly.  She hung loose in her bonds as her jerked his cock
from her mouth, a week moan coming from her as tears dripped down her face
to splatter on the floor of the van.

He watched her for a moment, watched her lithe young body hang there,
defeated, and smiled, slapping her across the face just because he could
before standing and pulling up his pants.  He made her scream one more
time by shoving a huge butt plug up her ass before settling himself in the
driver's seat and heading back to his place.  Visions of what he was going
to do to her danced through his mind.

*****

Detective Samantha Walker of the sex crime division looked over the files
again, cursing softly under her breath.  Amy Johnson, age sixteen,  on the
varsity track team, had been found nude and horribly beaten and raped on
the front steps of her high school; she was now in a hospital recovering
from the physical wounds--the mental ones Sam thought might never heal.
She looked at the girl's picture, seeing a young woman, with piercing blue
eyes and blond hair pulled back in a ponytail looking back at her from a
pretty, smiling face on top of a lean, athletic body.  She went over the
girl's statement, what they could get from her--she had been so
traumatized that her story had blanks in it.

He had come to her house dressed as a meter reader at four in the
afternoon, claiming that his truck wouldn't start and could he use her
phone.  She had let him in, and he had chloroformed her when she had
turned her back.  When she had woken up she had found herself bound in the
back of a van.  Sam shuddered as she read the details of what had happened
to the girl, hating herself for the slight itch which grew in her groin as
she imagined the young girl being raped and sodomized and beaten, hating
herself for knowing that that night she would take the description of the
rape home with her and masturbate furiously while running it through her
head over and over again.

Sam was the best in the department at what she did, and she knew if anyone
ever found out why--that she was almost there where the victims were,
could feel _why_ the rapist had taken them, what need he was feeding,
could almost feel the pain and humiliation and terror the victims felt
while they were being raped, that she could come over and over again just
thinking about it--her career would be finished.  She shuddered again as
she read what had happened to Amy after he had taken her to a basement,
her thighs squeezing together involuntarily as her cunt spasmed in need.
He had kept her for two days, two days in which he had used and abused her
in every way he could think of.

Detective Samantha Walker slammed the case file closed and thought,
knowing from the video that he had raped before, and knowing from the
signature that he would rape again, and again, until he was caught.  Well,
she had set the wheels in motion, looking for the other victim, and had a
sketch artist arranged for whenever Amy felt well enough to give her
description.  She stood, her skirt suit hugging the curves on her lean,
strong body, her legs straight and muscular in their black hose, her short
brunette hair falling against her shoulders as he picked up her purse and
the file and headed home.

*****

Nancy Chen moaned in terror and pain as her rapist lifted her from the
back of his van and carried her down to his basement.  She shuddered with
fear as he flipped on the dim overhead light, revealing a floor covered
with gym mats and rope and chains and belts and tape and whips and canes,
with sawhorses and a table and a wooden horizontal bar and a wooden chair
as furniture while manacles and large eyehooks ran across the walls.  She
grunted in pain as he dropped her onto the floor, her body sprawled on the
mats, her eyes staring up at him in terror, her lithe young body shivering
in the dim light.

"Please, please," she begged, her voice high and cracked from her recent
throat rape, "let me go.  Please."  She began to sob, her body curling up
into a fetal position as she clenched her small fists before her pretty
face, her Asian eyes mere slits as she closed them tightly, trying to
block out the horror of the man who had so terribly raped her, and who was
now slowly removing his clothes in front of her.

As he slipped off his underwear, he watched the flesh balled up on the
floor of the chamber, his cock twitching as it hardened at the sight of
this young meat, young meat which was _his_.  His mind raced ahead to the
glorious screaming, the wonderful bucking and shaking and quivering she
would do for him, the spit and drool spewing from between those soft lips
as she howled in agony as he tore at her near-virgin flesh.  But that was
for later.  Now it was time to show her who was boss, to see the flesh
squirm and cry and beg for him to take its last piece of virginity.  He
pulled a short whip from the wall.

The sick slap of the whip against her flesh sent pain flaring through her
beaten ass, making her lithe Chinese body jerk on the ground, the pain
dulled by the terror making her body shake.  Again and again pain rocked
her slender form, her mind recoiling from the horror of it, her body
locking in a fetal position, refusing to move even as the whip began
landing on the back of  her thighs.

"Nooo!" she cried as she felt him grab her ankle, practically lifting her
small body off the floor as he pulled her ankle up to his waist.
"Aaaahhhhgg!" she howled as the whip landed right against her still virgin
cunt, her whole body arcing in agony, twisting at the end of her bound
ankle, thrashing like a fish out of water, her hands gripping her groin
reflexively, taking the next blow. 

"Beg for me to fuck you, bitch.  Beg for it, cunt," he said, his voice
hard, terrifying as he landed the whip against her small breasts, marking
them red, making her teenaged body jerk and twist in his grasp, tearing
another tortured scream escaping her throat.  "Come on, whore, beg me to
fuck you, beg me," he shouted, his hand a blur as he slashed the whip
against her thighs and cunt and stomach, her thrashing, mewling, twisting,
jerking body sending chills of excitement through his body as she sobbed
and screamed below him.

Her mind was black, pain the only sensation registering in her teenaged
body as she sobbed:
"Uhg...Uhg...please...uhg...please...uhg...AAAHHHHHGGGG!...fuck...fuck
ME!" she howled as the whip found its way past her hands, cutting into her
tender labia, the agony sending bright lights in front of her
clenched-shut eyelids, her body seeming distant from the agony she was
feeling, relief flooding her as she felt her leg dropped to the floor, her
chest heaving as she continued to sob in terror and pain.

He dropped to his knees, his eyes devouring her small, splayed body, her
muscles quivering from her beating, her nipples horribly bruised on her
small chest, heaving up and down as she sucked in huge gasps of air, the
sound of her sobbing feeding him, making his cock seem to grow huge as her
limbs fluttered near her body.   He grabbed her wrists in his hands and
pushed them above her head as he laid his body on top of hers, feeling her
flesh against his, covering her, every little flutter from her body
registering against his skin, making it crawl with pleasure.

"You're mine, cunt," he whispered into her small, conch-shaped ear.  "And
I'm going to rape you now."  He felt her sob hard, her body squirm
slightly under his as he spoke, his cock insistent against her virgin
cunt.  "I'm going to fuck you hard and long.  I'm going to make you
scream."  He leaned his hips forward, guiding his cock into this piece of
meat stretched out beneath him, feeling her whole body shake, whining sobs
coming from her throat, as he pushed his cock into her hole.

"Aaaahhhgg!" she howled against his neck, her whole body arching as her
rapist suddenly slammed his cock into her virgin cunt, the feel of his
body on top of her horrible, claustrophobic, making her scream to _get
out_, _get away_, as much as from the pain searing through her tight hole.
She couldn't take this, she couldn't, she wanted to die, to end the horror
of this body on top of hers, this flesh pressing down against her,
possessing her, raping her, stretching her cunt wide with its cock,
suffocating her with terror and humiliation and pain, whispering horribly
of her future, of the tortures he had planned for her.

"Forever, cunt.  I'm keeping you forever...hot needles...whips...clamps on
your tits...canes on your ass...my cock up your ass...hang you by your
tits....  Scream, cunt, I love to hear you scream..." he whispered on and
on as he held his cock deep inside her cunt, loving the feel of it
spasming around his meat, the feel of her body smothered beneath his, the
way he could almost _sense_ each piece of pain and terror she was feeling
through her quivering flesh.  He began to fuck her slowly then, his cock
monstrous in her raped cunt, his control enormous to keep him from tearing
at her flesh and pounding into her viciously.  It was so _good_ this way,
whispering to her her fate, terrifying her with what he was going to do,
of what he could do, of what he so much loved to do, his cock buried deep
in her clutching snatch, this piece of meat pleasuring him with her terror
and torment and her so young, lithe body.

The pain was a dull ache through her body, but it was forever as he moved
his cock in and out of her cunt, his whispering melding together into one
long breath of horror as she lay beneath him, her sobs diminished,
whimpering replacing them, her terror so great her mind stretched time out
to encompass it, making each motion of his cock in her cunt last forever,
magnifying each senstation of his body atop hers, taking each sound from
his mouth and echoing it endlessly within her head.  No more, no more, no
more she screamed to herself inside the prison of her mind and with every
bit of her strength howled out her despair, the sound horrible even to her
own ears, her whole body straining for escape, the muscles in her thighs
and stomach and arms and chest bunching and straining against the weight
above her as her rapist shuddered in ecstasy, her howl dying out as he
seemed to push her body even further into the mat.