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(MMg, nc, rp, ped, extreme-v, oral, anal, tor, sn) *** Josie Marquis sat in the back of the classroom squinting intently at the chalkboard. For the third time, her teacher was explaining prime factorization to the large group of sixth graders. Josie gave up and set her two inch nub of a pencil down. She never needed anything explained twice. The 11 year old girl allowed her mind to wander. Her eyes drifted to the front of the class where her crush, Joel Newman, sat. She watched as Joel poked the neck of the girl sitting in front of him with the eraser end of his mechanical pencil. The girl slapped the pencil away playfully, trying to avoid the gaze of the teacher. Josie was very shy and had no real friends. She wasn't really bullied. She was more or less left alone, made to feel invisible. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom. "If your last name starts with an 'M', an 'N', or an 'O', please come to the gymnasium to have your picture taken." The teacher halted her lesson as Josie and four other students packed their bags to leave the class. The four headed toward the gym. Josie walked behind the other three as they joked and talked with each other. Josie was not an ugly girl, nor was she particularly pretty. She was five feet tall, a scrawny 85 pounds, and the quintessential preteen plain Jane. Her only unique feature was one that she liked to keep hidden. Her two front teeth were slightly separated and bucked. She wouldn't have used the word slightly, however. To her, her mouth looked like something you'd see on a racist World War II, "How to Spot a Jap" propaganda poster. Her shoulder length black hair hung straight and was unadorned with any of the accoutrements common for girls her age to wear. While her classmates started experimenting with make-up, her pale face retained its natural shade. In the gym, Josie walked to the end of the line and stood behind Joel. She wanted to say something to him, but the thought put her stomach in knots. He doesn't even know who I am, she thought to herself as she stared at the floor. She just stood behind him, listening to his conversation. She swayed melancholically as her wait continued to shorten. Finally she approached the small fold-up table. A slightly chubby, dark haired woman of about 30 years sat behind the desk. "Do you have your order forms, sweetie?" The woman asked. Three weeks prior all the students had been given an order form. Their parents were to decide how many 8x10, 4x7, or wallet sized prints they wanted of their precious children. Josie had placed the order form on her kitchen table before she went to bed and found it in the garbage the next morning. Her mother worked the 2pm to 11pm shift at a seedy strip club near the airport. So they rarely saw each other during the week. Her mother made enough money to pay all her bills, but every extra dime went straight into her arm. She had never met her father. "No," Josie quickly thought of a lie, "my mom is a photographer. She likes to take all my pictures herself." The woman smiled sweetly. "So this is just for the yearbook?" Josie nodded. The woman handed the girl a small piece of paper. "Could you fill this out please, sweetie?" Josie wrote down her name, address, telephone number, and Email address. The photographer walked up to the table and spoke to the woman. "I'm going to have to run out to the van. There's something wrong with the camera. Give me five minutes." The photographer was a tall, handsome, stubble faced man of about 35 years. His head was shaved bald and light gleamed on its surface. "Excuse me, little miss." The man said as he squeezed by Josie, resting his large, strong hand on Josie's small shoulder. Josie set her book bag and the math book she had been clenching on the corner of the table. She stood silently as she waited for the man to return. "I like your bag, sweetie. Where'd you get it?" Josie looked up at the woman and then glanced at her bag. It was a SpongeBob backpack that she had been given for Christmas three years ago. When she first took it to school for the first time, everyone loved it. But now, three years later, she had outgrown it. In the sixth grade, students weren't supposed to like children's cartoons. The bag was just another thing for Josie to be self conscious about. "Thank you. I got it for Christmas. I don't know where my mom got it." "My husband and I love watching that show. It's really funny." Josie smiled awkwardly, unsure what to say. The woman continued. "Have you seen the episode where SpongeBob and Patrick sell chocolate bars door to door? My husband and I just saw it last night. Did you see it?" Josie smiled. "I saw it. It's one of my favorites." Josie uncharacteristically opened up to the woman. "My favorite is the one where they have a snowball fight." Josie spoke softly, forcing the woman to lean forward, displaying her ample cleavage. "That's one of my favorites too." The two discussed SpongeBob for a few more minutes until the photographer returned. "I'm sorry about the wait, young lady." The man said to Josie as he readied the camera. "That's okay." Josie said politely. "Me and Miss," the woman glanced at the card, "Marquis here were just talking about our favorite SpongeBob episodes." "Oh really?" The man said as he leaned over and plugged a cord into a power strip. "We watch that show every single night. Don't we honey?" The woman nodded at Josie. "We love it." Josie smiled at the handsome photographer. He walked to an adjustable stool and patted the seat. "Come over here and take a seat." Josie sat down on the wooden seat and the man posed her. "Now let's see your pretty smile." The man said after positioning himself behind the camera. Josie smiled, but didn't show any teeth. "Don't be shy. I bet you have pretty teeth." Josie smiled a bit wider, and a bit of enamel peeked through her lips. The lights flashed and the camera clicked. "I knew it. I knew you had a pretty smile." The man said to Josie, causing the girl to blush. Josie stood and walked back to the table. The woman was looking at an old math test that Josie had stuffed into her book. "Wow!" The woman said as she scanned the page. "Perfect score." She turned the paper toward Josie and the photographer. A large red '100' was on the upper right corner. "So you're pretty AND smart. The boys must really love you." The man said smiling sweetly at the embarrassed girl. "No, not really." Josie said as her face reddened further. "That's a shame." The woman said. "You're just too mature for them." As Josie was walking back to class, she felt happier than she had in a long time. She had never been called pretty before, especially not by someone as handsome as that photographer. Her mind drifted to the man for the rest of the school day. A week later, as Josie approached her apartment, she saw a small brown box leaning against the door. She picked it up and was excited to see it had her name on it. She hurried inside and tore open the box. Inside was a picture of her in a SpongeBob frame. There was a simple note included. It read, "We thought you might like this." It was signed, "Rebecca & Jason Monk." The lonely girl was overjoyed. Not that she really wanted a picture of herself, but she was happy to know that they cared enough to send it. At the end of the note was an Email address. Josie ran to the computer and quickly typed a thank you note. She sat at the computer for an hour and anxiously waited for a reply. Finally one came. "You're welcome sweetie. I'm happy to hear that you like the picture. My husband and I thought that you looked too pretty in it for you not to have a copy." There was a post script. "By the way, if you ever want someone to talk to, feel free to email me. I'd love to hear from you." A series of smiley face emoticons finished the email. Josie read it several times. Her heart filled with joy at the thought of someone actually wanting to hear from her. Josie wanted to send her another email, but didn't know what to say. She reluctantly closed the browser and went to watch television. Over the next two weeks, Josie corresponded with the couple nearly every day. They asked her how school was. They asked her if she had any crushes. Everything that Josie wished her mother would ask her, the couple did. For the first time in her life, the 11 year old girl felt as though someone cared about her. On a Friday afternoon, not five minutes after she got home, the phone started ringing. Josie looked at the caller ID and smiled when she recognized Rebecca's number. She picked it up gleefully. "Hello?" "Hi Josie." Rebecca's motherly voice came over the phone. "How are you doing sweetie?" "I'm good Rebecca," the woman wouldn't let Josie call her Mrs. Monk, "how are you?" The woman sighed. "I'm in a bit of a jam here. Jason and I are doing a photo shoot for Justice's website. You know the store right?" Josie knew it very well. Weekly the young girl would trawl the website fantasizing about going on a shopping spree, and wishing she was as pretty as the preteen girls that modeled the fashionable clothes. "Yeah I know the store. It's my favorite." "That's perfect. Do you have anything planned? The girl that was supposed to model the clothes is sick." Josie's heart started pounding as she anticipated the woman's next question. "Do you want to step in? You're the first person that came to mind. Jason and I think you'd make a perfect model. So, can you?" "Um…" the girl cleared her throat. Her excitement had almost instantly turned to fear. I'm not pretty enough to be a model, she kept repeating to herself. Why would they want me? "Um... I don't..." Rebecca broke in. "Is it a question of money? Because the other model was going to make $500 today. Would that be enough?" Josie's heart raced even faster. She had never had more than a few dollars for lunch. She could barely even fathom what she would do with $500. The stunned girl remained silent. "Also, you will be able to keep all the clothes that you model. So, what do you say?" Josie looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a secondhand purple v- neck sweater that was one size too large, and last year's blue jeans that were uncomfortably small. The thought of several new outfits morphed the girls fear back into excitement. She remained silent for several seconds. "Yes, I want to do it." "Perfect!" The woman sounded very relieved. "You're gonna be perfect." Josie wasn't too sure, but the woman's confidence in her set her mind at ease. "Can you be ready in 20 minutes? Jason and I will pick you up." "Yes. I'll be ready." Josie paced around the house anxiously. She thought about leaving her mother a note in case she was still out when her mother got off work. She quickly dismissed the idea as unnecessary. After 10 minutes she stood by her front door peeking out from between the blinds. Right on schedule, Jason and Rebecca pulled up. Josie ran out of the apartment, locked the door behind her, and scampered to the waiting car. Jessica was climbing out of the passenger side when Josie reached the car. "Are you excited sweetie?" The woman opened the back door and the child jumped in. "Yeah!" Josie said, flopping onto the seat. The woman smiled and shut the door. She got back in the car, and they were off. "Be sure to put your seat-belt on, sweetie." The man said. The woman turned around and handed Josie a small McDonald's bag. "We thought you might be hungry." The child grabbed the bag and peeked inside. The savory aroma of a Big Mac and fries hit her in the face. "There's a shake too." Josie took the chocolate shake and set it in the cup holder. "Thank you. Big Macs are my favorite." "You're welcome, sweetie." The woman smiled back. "Try to eat quick. We will need to start shooting as soon as we get back to the studio." Josie nodded and shoved five french fries into her mouth. The girl went through the meal like a starved dog. There had about a fourth of her shake left when she started to feel a bit odd. Her vision started to narrow, and she suddenly got very dizzy. "I don't feel... very good." The child said, barely able to hold her head up. She saw Rebecca turn to Jason. "It's working brother." "I think..." Suddenly, everything went dark and the child's head flopped forward. The little girl dreamt deeply and vividly. She, Jason, and Rebecca were walking down a desolate beach. A violent storm brewed miles out over the ocean occasionally shooting a streak of lightning across the darkened sky. The girl walked between Jason and Rebecca. They each had a tight grip on one of her hands. The couple spoke to each other, but Josie couldn't make out what they were saying. Fear started growing in her. It started out weak, like the faint tickle in your throat at the onset of a cold, but quickly became overwhelming. She wanted to get away. "Let go." She said forcefully trying to pull her hand from Rebecca's. The woman just looked at the girl. Her kind smile had changed into a kind of deranged grimace. Josie frantically pulled until she was finally free. She ran down the beach trying to scream, but no noise came out. After running for several minutes she turned to see Jason and Rebecca standing five feet behind her. They continued smiling eerily. Josie turned again. She ran as fast as she could. An occasional glance over her shoulder showed the couple still five feet behind her. Josie stopped and looked over the ocean. She turned and sprinted into the briny darkness. The further she ran the more her fear subsided. The water reached her chest and she started swimming. She stopped and turned around. In the distance she saw the couple walking hand in hand with another child. Suddenly, something grabbed her feet and she was pulled under the water. She sank rapidly as the world darkened. She slipped into a thoughtless oblivion. Josie could hear several muffled voices echoing in her throbbing head. She tried to move, but her arms and legs pressed against cold metal. She opened her eyes. About six inches from her nose were thick iron bars. Her eyes focused passed the bars and watched fire fueled shadows dance on the high vaulted ceiling. Josie turned her head to the right. She saw another girl less than two feet away, separated by another set of iron bars. The girl's head was turned away from Josie. All she could see was the girl's black hair. Josie looked to the left. Between her and a white stone wall lay a blonde girl. Drool flowed from her mouth and pooled on the plywood slab that lay below her. She struggled to make sense of what was being said. The distant mumbles slowly cleared into understandable speech. "I truly envy them." A female voice said. "To be given such an honor at such a young age. I wish I had met The Brothers before my first blood came." Another woman spoke. "I just hope these girls are more grateful than the last." Another voice agreed wordlessly. "I couldn't believe the insolence of that blonde girl. It was very kind of The Brothers to bestow the blessing," her voice angered "even though the bitch was undeserving." "Don't say that, Margret." A familiar voice broke in. "She must have been deserving, or The Brothers wouldn't have granted her the blessing. There is much about their decisions that we could never understand. All we can do is honor The Brothers' wishes and place complete trust in them." There were a few seconds of silence. Josie clinched her eyes, trying to fight back tears. The longer they thought she was asleep, the better off she would be. "Well, it's nearing nightfall. We should prepare the girls." The soft footsteps of bare feet approached. Four shadows grew on the ceiling until a group of three woman entered into Josie's field of view. The women bent over and Josie heard a series of clicks. A door at her feet fell open and, with a whoosh, the kidnapped child was slid from her metal cage. The three woman stood before the girls completely nude. Josie's heart sank when she looked at the woman standing in front of her. "How are you doing sweetie?" Rebecca asked, smiling at the girl. Her large milky white breasts were still winning the battle with gravity. The woman was devoid of pubic hair, which gave the child a clear view of the woman's pussy lips. Josie turned her head and scanned the room. "Where am I?" She stuttered through tears. "What's going on?" "Don't worry sweetie, everything is going to be fine." With a caring smile, the woman grabbed Josie's hand and helped her to her feet. The woman wrapped her arms around Josie and squeezed forcefully. "I'm so excited for you." Josie turned her head to the left and saw another woman kneeling in front of a crying child. The young girl had shoulder length blonde hair and richly tanned skin. She wore a pink top and blue jeans. The woman kneeling in front of her was, just like Rebecca, nude and without pubic hair. She had long, burnt orange hair that was tied into a ponytail. It hung over her right shoulder and covered her right breast. Her face and exposed left shoulder were lightly freckled. An erect nipple rose from her softball sized breast. Rebecca released her grip on Josie and kissed her forehead. "Please," Josie wiped her red, teary eyes, "what's going on?" Rebecca placed her hands on Josie's frail shoulders. "You've been saved." There was a tearful catch in the woman's voice. "Tonight, sweetie, you will be reborn. After you receive The Brothers' blessing, after the purification, all will be well with your soul." The woman smiled at Josie as if she expected the scared little girl to leap for joy. Josie just stared into Rebecca's brown eyes in stunned, confused silence. The girl's eyes fell to the floor and looked to her right. A petite Asian woman had her arms around another girl. The girl faced Josie, but he eyes where closed tight in a bellowing sob. She was a very small Chinese girl wearing a green top and white pants. She couldn't have been more than 10 years old. "Don't be scared. This is a blessing. You'll see." The Chinese woman said quietly. "I want my mom!" The girl shouted into the woman's bony shoulder. The Asian woman rubbed the child's back with her left hand. "Just wait Emily, once you meet The Brothers, and they bestow their blessing onto you, you'll forget all about her." The woman kissed to top of the child's head. The redheaded woman spoke. "Sisters, they must be ready by night fall." The other women nodded. "They need to be bathed." The Asian woman said, steadying Emily on her feet. Rebecca looked at the four and a half foot child. The three women each took a child's hand turned toward a door on the opposite side of the room. The three girls looked at each other and followed the women. A series of paintings adorned a near wall. Josie looked at them in horror. Each depicted a young girl's barbaric, bloody murder. One showed a child with a sword through her chest. Another showed a very young girl being disemboweled. The last showed a prepubescent girl being decapitated by a masked figure. In each painting, the young victim had a look of complete joy and happiness. The three girls were led out of the room, across a hallway, and into a large marble floored room with an oversized steaming bath set into the floor. Once inside, the redheaded woman shut the door. Rebecca walked up to Josie and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it up. Without thinking, Josie lifted her arms. The girl realized what she was doing only after the neck of the sweater was stretching over her face. "Wait." Josie interrupted timidly. "Please don't." Rebecca pulled the shirt over Josie's raised arms. "We can't wash you with your clothes on." The woman said smiling and reaching for Josie's waist. Josie stood in a frightened daze, allowing Rebecca to unbutton her pants. She turned her head away. "No! Stop! Please!" The blonde girl said as the redheaded woman slid the struggling girl's jeans down. Her shirt had already been removed. Tan lines from a bikini framed developing, golf ball sized breasts. "Modesty," the woman said as she pulled down the girl's panties, "is a vice. Not a virtue." The blonde girl crossed her hands over a small patch of coarse blonde pubic hair. Rebecca slid Josie's jeans down and lifted the girl's trembling, gaunt legs out of them. "There you go sweetie." Rebecca said as she reached for the elastic of her panties and slid them down. "Thank you." The large breasted woman said as Josie stepped out of the underwear. "You're welcome." Josie said reflexively. The thin 11 year old had very little pubic hair. What she did have was very light and downy. Embarrassed and ashamed, Josie looked away. To her right, the Asian woman was pulling a pair of iCarly panties from little Emily's feet. The Chinese girl seemed to be in a daze. She displayed no sign of sexual development. After each girl was stripped, they were led by the hand into the large hexagonal bath. The water burned momentarily, but as she acclimated, the heat started to sooth her. "Sit down sweetie." Rebecca said quietly, directing Josie to a large, circular stone slab a few inched below the surface in the middle of the pool. The three children sat with their backs touching, forming a triangle. The women saturated sponges in the steaming water. Slowly, the women squeezed the sponges over the children's heads. The water flowed down Josie's back and for a moment she forgot where she was. Rebecca gently took Josie's left arm and lifted it over her head. The woman kindly and lovingly cleaned under the girl's arms and down to her waist. "Stand up." Rebecca said with an almost hypnotic gentleness. Josie obeyed and got to her feet. Rebecca turned the obedient child around with a soft touch on the shoulder. Josie's back was rinsed clean by the sopping sponge. Lastly, the woman bent the girl over slightly and placed the sponge between the girl's legs. Josie's mind focused at the intimate contact. She straightened up and tried to turn around. "It's okay honey. Don't worry." The woman placed a sympathetic, reassuring hand on Josie's hip. Again, the young girl obeyed. The sponge was placed between the girl's legs and hot cleansing water flowed around the virgin's developing cleft. The three freshly baptized children were led from the bath and toweled off. While their hair was being brushed, two brown haired girls entered the room. They looked to be about 16 years old. One was tall and had shining hair hanging nearly to her waist. The other was shorter, and had a very pronounced pregnant belly. Her breasts were swollen, and her areola's were dark and large. "The Brothers are ready." The pregnant girl said, smiling widely. Rebecca ran the comb through Josie's hair one last time. She smiled like a father giving his baby daughter away at her wedding. Her voice quivered slightly and she addressed the three drying children. "Go with them. The Brothers should not be kept waiting." She bent and kissed Josie on the top of her head. The pregnant girl took Josie and Emily's hand, while the tall one escorted the blonde girl. They were led back into the hall and passed several closed doors. They finally reached the end of the hall. The pregnant girl opened one half of a set of heavy, wooden double doors. The door opened into a very large, high ceilinged room. With red, non uniform bricks lining the walls and wide wood paneled floors, the room had a rustic look. The far wall was almost entirely window. Through it Josie saw the crimson sun set on a forest of evergreens. A fire roared in a large stone fireplace. In front of it, sat three men in leather chesterfield chairs. They drank dark beer and two had short cigar stubs smoking in their mouths. They were all very well dressed in black slacks, a suit coat and shirt. There were two white men, both very tall, and very fit. One had light blonde hair that was very neatly trimmed and parted on the side. The other was shaved bald. The third man looked Latino and was shorter and quite stout. The men rose as the girls approached. The Latino man swallowed the last of his beer and spoke. "Hello, sisters." He said with a kind smile. His eyes drifted to the Chinese girl's bald crotch. "Are these beautiful young women here to receive the blessing?" "Yes brother." The tall girl said. The three children stood before the men, staring at the ground. "I hope that they will be satisfactory." "Oh, I'm sure they will be, sister." The man said as he reached for Emily's cheek. He caressed the girl's face with the back of his hand. The three men continued to eye the children for several seconds. The pregnant girl spoke. "We shall leave. I'm sure the girls are anxious to start the ceremony." "Thank you, sister." The two older girls turned and left the room, closing the door behind them. The bald man followed and locked it. The two other men sat back down. The blonde man took a long swig of his beer. The bald man walked back to his chair and slapped Josie on the ass as he passed. She jumped and the man chuckled. "Hi, Josie." He said slyly. Josie looked at him again, and recognized him. "J...Jason?" He turned and smiled at her with the left side of his mouth. He sat down and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out three single dose syringes and handed one to each of the other men. The men examined the needle with a confused look. "What the fuck is this?" The blonde man asked. "It's a little surprise." Jason untucked his shirt from his pants, removed the cap from the syringe, and injected himself in the abdomen. He looked at the two other men. "Remember when I was gone for a few days last week?" The two other men nodded. "I was meeting with a Thai chemist." He put the cap back on the empty syringe and put it on a side table and grabbed his nearly empty glass of beer. "Remember Susie?" The two men shook their heads. "You know, that 6 year old blonde girl that big titted cunt got for us." The blonde man nodded and laughed. "I don't know their fucking names, man. But yeah I know who you're talking about." Jason continued. "Well, I traded her for 100 doses of that stuff." He gestured toward the needles the two other men held in their hands. "It's a variant on a drug that's being developed for stud bulls and horses." He emptied his glass. "You give a bull some of this, and he's cumming five, or six times an hour." The other men looked at the needle hesitantly. "You're sure it's safe?" The blonde man asked. "Yeah. I took the little blonde whore to the chemist's room, and to be sure he wasn't fucking me over, I made him inject himself." Jason smiled as he seemed to recall something. "He fucked that bitch for hours. Eventually, I took a dose and joined in. I came again and again, each load as thick and massive as the last." He leaned back causing the leather to crunch. "The cunt died sometime during the fourth hour or so. Shit," he smirked, "was my cock raw the next few days." The two other men looked at each other. They silently agreed to take to drug and injected themselves. "How long until it takes effect?" The Latino man asked. "I'm already starting to feel it. It's like an ache in my balls. Like they need to be emptied." He rubbed his growing cock through his pants. He looked toward the three panicked girls and smiled. "You didn't believe any of that Brother bullshit did you?" The children said nothing. He shook his head. "Why is every cunt on this planet so fucking stupid." He gestured toward the door. "Those bitches out there are our puppets. All it takes is a smile and some bullshit Deepak Chopra quotes and they would cut their own fucking hearts out if we asked them to." He stood up and removed his jacket. "We would never do that of course. They are really good a scrounging up little virgin cunt." He unbuttoned his shirt and placed it over his chair. "It still floors me, even after..." he looked at the other men, thinking, "eight years, how stupid and gullible woman can be." He undid his belt and pulled down his pants. He was now fully erect and bulging in his jockey shorts. He pulled them down. His 9.5 inch member was already gleaming with precum. "Brother's blessing." He said to himself, smirking. "How fucking stupid can you be." He looked each girl in the eye, and started toward the blonde girl. She started to back away, but the man leaped and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed, and the man through her to the floor. She landed face first, breaking her nose. Josie and Emily turned and ran toward the door. They tried to force the locked door open but it was hopeless. They looked behind them. The other men were pulling down their underwear, already erect and eyeing the desperate children. Their penis pointed at the girl's like dowsing rods attracted to fear. Josie looked left. She grabbed Emily's hand and made for a small window. Her heart pounded as she tried to force it open. "It doesn't open honey." One of the men said mockingly. Frantic, Josie started pounding on the window. After three punches, she felt a crack and felt a sharp pain in her hand. For a brief moment she thought she broke the glass. She looked at her hand and saw her pinkie bent in the wrong direction. She fell to the floor, covered her head with her hands and began screaming. Emily stood with her back against the wall, wide eyed. Josie felt something brush past her. She peaked out to see the Latino man force Little Emily to her knees. He grabbed the base of his penis and smeared it over the Chinese girl's teary face, further moistening it with precum. He grabbed chunks of her hair in each hand. "Lick it!" He shouted. "Fucking lick it!" He slammed her head against the brick wall just firm enough to daze her but still keep her conscious. Emily stuck her tongue out and licked the head like an ice cream cone. Josie felt a hand from behind reach between her legs and rub her. "I guess I get the ugly one." The blonde man said with derision. He continued rubbing her pussy for several seconds, before he finally knelt behind her. He reached around and rubbed his fingers into Josie's lips and nose. "You like how your cunt smells?" Josie felt slight pressure against her pelvis. In an instant the pressure change to a nauseating pain as the man forced himself inside of her. He tore her hymen and bounced off her sensitive cervix. Josie screamed as her virginity was torn from her. The pain in her finger disappeared, retiring like an ageing athlete who knows they no longer have anything worthwhile to contribute. The blonde man continued raping Josie for several minutes, blood being the only lubricant. Through bleary eyes, the 11 year old looked toward Emily. The Chinese girl had the tip of the Latino man's cock in her mouth while he eagerly stroked himself. His knees started to wobble and he moaned. Emily's eyes widened and, for ten seconds, jets of semen filled her tiny mouth. The excess spewed out the sides and ran down her chin. The Latino man backed away, stumbling slightly. Emily fell to her knees, and spit a mouthful of cum onto the wood floor. She fell and lay with her belly on the ground. She screamed. The Latino man stepped toward her and pulled her to her knees. He shouted at her violently. "Did I say 'spit it out'!?" Emily covered her face with her hands. They were swatted away. He forced her face to the floor. "Slurp it up!" Emily refused, and continued to scream. He grabbed the little girl by the neck and forced her lips into the puddle of semen. "I thought you chink cunts were supposed to be obedient! Suck it up!" Eventually, after a few painful squeezes of Emily's throat, faint slurping sounds revealed her obedience. "That's a good girl." He said as if to a dog. "Swallow it all." She cried and coughed between slurps. The man guided her head like the nozzle of a wet dry vacuum. "Don't forget to lick the floor. Get into the cracks." Josie closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore. Josie's rapist quickened his pace until he reached his first climax. With four more thrusts, he flooded her. He remained inside her several seconds after the orgasm passed. He pulled out and a torrent of blood and semen gurgled from her distended pussy. He crawled toward the wall. The blonde man sat and leaned against the red brick, desperately trying to catch his breath. He placed his hand on Josie's head, which bobbed slightly with tears. "Get over here." The blonde man said, pulling Josie by the arm. "Clean your fucking mess." He forced her head into his crotch. His penis was softening and covered in blood. The metallic odor of her blood, mixed with the bleach like stench of his semen caused Josie to gag. She clenched her mouth and shook her head like a baby refusing spinach. The man squeezed the back of her neck and shouted at her. "Clean your mess, you disgusting slut!" She eventually relented and started licking the man's genitals. She took his soft penis into her mouth and began to suck it clean. The slime had coated the inside of her mouth when the man pushed her off of him. He stood up and looked down at the cowering 11 year old. He turned and walked toward Jason, who was standing about 20 feet away, looking down at the blonde girl. She lay face up, motionless. The Latino man walked past, joining the other men. Emily crawled up close to Josie and placed her head against her arm, weeping. Josie watched the men standing around the blonde girl. The Latino man nudged her with his foot. Josie struggled to hear their voices over Emily's screams. "You don't waste any time, man." The blonde man said. "We have two more." Jason said in an apologetic voice. "I...I have an idea. Bring them over here." He bent over and grabbed the blonde girl under her armpits. The two other men turned back toward Josie and Emily. Josie started to move, but the pain in her abdomen made that almost impossible. She covered her head with her arms. A hand grabbed Josie's left wrist and she was being dragged across the floor. She heard Emily bark as the same was done to her. The two children were dragged toward a dark cherry foot stool where Jason positioned the blonde girl. Her knees touched the floor and her ass presented toward the men. Josie was pulled to her feet. She stared at the girl. Her arms hung over her head, her palms rested on the floor. Josie saw deep red marks around the motionless child's neck. Her head was turned to the right revealing a gaping mouth and bulging eyes. Suddenly, Josie couldn't breathe. The realization that she was going to die hit like a fist to the stomach. Again, her flight instinct kicked in. She turned and started to run, but before she made her second step, her foot caught something and she was falling. Her head bounced and blackness took her. When she awoke, she lay on her stomach. Her arms were behind her back painfully and tightly bound at the elbows. She tried to move her feet, but it was useless. She felt cold metal around her ankles. She heard screaming and forced her neck up. The blonde girl was still bent over the foot stool. The Latino man was bent over her, grunting and thrusting into her lifeless corpse. Emily was bent over the child in the opposite direction. The Blonde man thrust into her from behind and forced the Chinese girl's face down to witness the rape of the corpse. Between them, Jason stood stroking himself while watching the entire length of the blonde man's penis slide in and out of Emily's ass. He glanced up at Josie. She closed her eyes a moment too late. "She's awake." Jason said. The other men said nothing and continued to thrust into their victims. Josie prayed that she would be left alone. A few moments later she was flipped onto her back, she screamed as her broken pinkie pressed into the floor. The bald man knelt over her and forced her eye open with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. The head of his blood covered penis was only inches from her face. He stroked himself violently. "Watch me." He said quietly, showing his teeth. He groaned and Josie's left eye went cloudy. Then her right. They started to burn as more gobs of his salty fluid landed on her eyes. He lost his balance and pressed on her flat chest for support. His weight further broke her finger. Josie clinched her eyes and screamed. She still heard the slapping sound and more spurts of cum landed on her cheeks, lips and into her mouth. The man breathed heavily. He exhaled and rose to his feet. "Fuck. That was a good one." Josie continued to scream and spit the man's seed from her mouth. For several minutes she lay there, her pain slowly eased from excruciating to merely harrowing. Her crying became a whimper, and her heart pounded at a less rapid pace. Her mind wandered to what would happen next. She knew she was going to die. She only wished it would come quick, like it had for the blonde girl. Josie wished she had known her name. Josie heard the men talking, and the rattle of chains. "Bring her over." One of the men said. Feet approached, and in seconds she was flung over a shoulder. She heard a click of a latch and the man carrying her dropped her. Before she hit the ground, her ankles caught, and she started swinging. The metal cuffs dug into her skin and ground against the bones in her ankles. Her hair hung over her head, two feet off the ground. The Latino man walked away as Josie continued to swing and spin with the help of a few nudges from the other men. She opened her eyes and briefly caught a glimpse of the Latino man lifting Emily. Nauseated, Josie clinched her eyes. The men stopped pushing and her swinging and spinning came to a stop. Hand gripped her ankles and one of the men spoke. "Hit her." Josie opened her eyes. She saw Emily's back as the little girl looked at the group of men. Her knees wobbled and blood smeared her small ass and the back of her legs. In her right hand she held what looked like a black leather squid. The blonde man held another. "Hit her." He said through his teeth. "Or I hit you." Emily turned toward Josie and caught her eye for a split second. The 10 year old continued to shake as she raised the instrument over her head. She swung. A metal hook on each of the instruments "tentacles" grazed Josie's chest. It was less than a half hearted swing. Josie gritted her teeth through the pain. She opened her eyes just as the blonde man swung. Emily dropped to her knees and bellowed. Several of the hooks were still imbedded in her skin. The blonde man pulled back, ripping strips of flesh from the girl's smooth back. The men waited for over a minute as Emily screamed into the ground. Eventually the Blonde man lifted her by the hair and faced her toward Josie. "Pick it up and make that cunt bleed!" Shaking, the Chinese girl picked up the instrument. Josie clinched her eyes. She heard the leather rustle, a grunt, and then felt a pain like she couldn't imagine. Emily had aimed for Josie's vagina. Three hooks were lodged in her upper right thigh and another in her puffy pussy mound. The flogger was pulled away taking flesh with it. Emily started to swing aimlessly. One blow caught Josie in the face. A hook caught her left nostril and split it open. Each blow brought more unbearable pain. Josie heard laughter as another sheet of blackness overtook her. This time she didn't awake naturally. She gasped deeply and her eyes darted open. A plastic capsule was being held in front of her face and her nostrils and lungs burned. She was still hanging upside down. The Blonde man knelt in front of her. "You need to see this." He said with a demented smile. Emily lay unconscious on the floor with her hands tied into a praying position. Jason walked up with a large piece of wood, a hammer and an eight inch headless bolt. One end of the bolt had been ground to a sharp point. Jason dropped the wood block and the bolt. The Latino man grabbed Emily's hands and placed them against the block. "Don't fucking miss." He said as he placed the point of the bolt against the girl's hands. "Wait!" The blonde man said, waving the capsule with his fingers. "Wake her up first. I want to see her face." He laughed and held the capsule to her nose. She awoke. Her eyes focused on her hands just as the blonde man swung the hammer. There was a loud clank of metal on metal, the sound of Emily's bones being crushed and the sound of wood splitting. There were no screams. Blood poured from her hands, but the girl just stared blankly. She blinked several times and her eyes rolled back in her head. Jason placed his foot against the wood and grabbed the protruding end of the bolt. With a few lateral jostles, it freed from the wood. The Latino man grabbed Emily under the arms and held her up. Two chains hung from the ceiling, side by side. Each end of the bloody bolt was threaded through the last link in the hanging chains and nuts were screwed on. The Latino man released Emily. The girl dangled with the tips of her toes about a foot and a half off the ground. Her head hung, pressing her chin into her chest. Blood streams ran down her outstretched arms, and onto her chest. One branched into two over her left nipple, like distributaries of a hellish river. The three men fondled the hanging child. Jason fingered her asshole and wrote "SLUT" on her forehead with his bloody finger. "No one fucked her cunt right?" The Latino asked as he rubbed the girl's pussy. The other men said they hadn't. "Good." The molestation continued for several minutes as the men each achieved another erection. "You better be watching bitch!" The Latino man shouted at Josie as he positioned his swollen cock against the only virgin hole in Emily's body. "If we catch you with your eyes closed..." He didn't need to continue with his threat. Josie wouldn't look away. His penis entered Emily's 10 year old pussy with savage abandon. The slapping sound of wet flesh on flesh and the clattering of the chains filled Josie's head. The blonde man walked behind the girl and rubbed his cock up the crack of her bloody asshole. He entered her as well. The men's opposing thrusts kept the child steady. Jason kept an eye on Josie. She didn't want to watch. She would have given anything just to be able to close her eyes but the fear of what they would do overwhelmed her. She stared at a small freckle on Emily's outer thigh as she tried to forget what was happening. For 10 minutes she stared as Emily's pussy and asshole stretched and tore around the heartless men's cocks. The Blonde man came first. His thrusting stopped abruptly and he growled. Several ticks shook his body as another enormous load of semen entered the girl. Moments later, a similar reaction occurred in the Latino. His eyes closed as the Chinese child's womb flooded with thick jets of semen. Both men savored the tightness and warmth for several seconds before pulling out. Two streams of pink fluid flowed from the child and splattered on the floor. "I need a drink." The blonde man said, exhaling loudly. The other men grunted in agreement, and left Josie's field of view. She was afraid to close her eyes. For twenty minutes Josie stared at Emily as blood continued to flow from her body. The men spoke behind her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. This both comforted and frightened her. Was it better to know what was going to happen next? Jason approached. Josie's eyes fixated on a stainless steel instrument in his right hand. He flexed and relaxed his hand and Josie saw the head of the pliers open and close. In his left was another instrument. It had an orange rubber handle and two rubber lined metal hooks. In its natural position, the instrument formed an X-shape. When the handle was squeezed the two hooks came together. The man smiled down at her, and sat on the floor. His left hand gripped the back of her neck. He didn't speak. Josie's eye's closed as the hooks pressed against her lips. She shook her head and screamed through clinched lips. The man squeezed her nose. Josie held her breath for nearly a minute, while the man waited patiently for the inevitable gasp for air. She tried to open her lips only a crack, but it was more than enough. He forced the hooks into her mouth, and between her left molars. He released his grip on the spring-loaded instrument and Josie's mouth was forced to open painfully wide. "There we go." The bald man said in a mock kind voice. "That wasn't so bad." He picked up the pliers. "I want to fuck that pretty little face of yours, and teeth..." he gripped her upper left incisor, "get in the way." He pulled down and away. Josie heard a crack, and then felt the pain. She screamed. Her tongue flailed in her gaping mouth. The tooth clicked as it was dropped onto the wood floor. He extracted her upper right incisor and Josie's pain spread. After extracting the last upper right molar, he started on the bottom. In less than five minutes, more than half of Josie's teeth lay on the floor. The bald man squeezed the handle of the dental spreader, and repositioned it in the right side of Josie's mouth. He released the handle and the hooks pressed firmly into exposed nerves. For the third time, Josie lost consciousness. She awoke lying face down on the floor in a pool of blood. Her arms and feet still bound. She closed her eyes and listened. All she heard for several minutes was labored breathing. She summoned the courage the look around. She turned her head and spit out a mouthful of blood. Emily was sitting against the wall, blood covered her mouth and her eyes bulged. She was breathing very rapidly and very shallowly. Her arms were forcefully raised in a V by chained hooks through her palms. Josie rolled and scooted through blood and semen toward the girl. When she reached her, she saw a pile of teeth, some baby and some adult, lying by her. She nuzzled her bloody face against the child's thigh yearning for a physical sensation other than pain. She closed her eyes and prayed that her death would come soon. The men returned a half hour later. The large door swung open and closed. Josie heard the click of a lock. She heard footsteps and then a laugh. "Look here brothers." They neared Josie and Emily. "It appears we've got a couple of fucking dykes." Josie pressed her face against Emily's thigh. "Isn't that cute?" Another man said mockingly. "This bitch is so desperate for cunt she crawled through a gallon of bloody spunk." Jason lifted Josie by the hair and kicked Emily's legs apart. He dropped her face into Emily's bloody crotch. He stepped on the back of her head. "There you go, you insatiable little slut! All you can eat!" Josie's face was smeared into Emily's broken pussy. The three men laughed as Josie struggled. She felt hands around her waist and she was lifted to her knees. The bald man's foot kept Josie's face between the Chinese child's legs. Her thighs pressed against her chest. She felt a smack on her upturned, presented ass. Something slid up and down her blood slicked pussy. Two hands roughly spread her ass cheeks and, without a hint a delicacy, she felt a penis fill her ass and balls slapping against her pussy. The force of the thrust took her breath away. It was like a bowling ball had been dropped on her stomach. The anal rape continued, stretching Josie's anus and rectum to the point of tearing. The pain hit Josie only after she managed a breath. She felt as though a bomb and gone off in her bowels and all of her viscera had been liquefied. She started to pass out, and she welcomed it. The Latino man cracked open another capsule under Josie's nose and she was instantly awake and seemingly aware of every injury she had endured. She felt a throbbing in her broken finger, burning in her genitals, and burning where her nostril had been sliced open. Her toothless mouth, still slick with blood, made the young girl welcome her eventual death. The tortuous rape continued for several minutes. The Latino man stood in front of Emily and fucked the child's gummy mouth. The little Chinese girl's head bounced of the brick wall with each thrust. The blonde man started smacking Josie's pale, flat ass as his orgasm approached. After his final thrust, he remained 9 inches inside the girl draining every drop of cum he could. He spread her cheeks wide and pulled out. The suction broke with a loud and wet, flatulent pop. "My god," the blonde man said, staring into the blackness of her gaping asshole, "it's... full of stars." He laughed at his joke. The other men didn't. Josie felt copious amounts of liquid flow out of her, run over her broken pussy, and drip onto the stained wood floor. Before she took two more breaths, she felt a tug on her foot. Her face slid from Emily's pussy and her nose broke against the floor. The pain didn't register. She was dragged a few feet, and Jason flipped her on her back. In a matter of seconds, the man had a knee on either side of her head and was forcing her mouth open with his right hand. With his left, he slid his cock down her gullet. She spasmed as his head punched her uvula and slide past her tonsils. Her stomach churned and she heaved. Some stomach acid rose and stung the tip of Jason's penis. The burn was more than made up for by the pulsating esophagus squeezing his cock, as it tried to empty Josie's stomach. He held his dick in for an excruciatingly long time. Josie gurgled and gasped as the bald man pulled his blood and saliva slicked cock out of her throat. He allowed her the one breath and reentered her. His pendulous testicles bounced off her broken and bleeding nose as he treated her throat like a 5 dollar whore's blown out pussy. He leaned over her, placing his hands on her stomach for stability. Several times Josie reflexively tried to scream as the man's shaft ground against exposed nerves on her gums. This also have the effect of further stimulation on her rapist's penis. He moaned and, after a few more quick penetrations, Josie felt her esophagus flood. He kept ejaculating as lack of oxygen took its toll on Josie. She awoke feeling no pain. A bright light was shining in her face. She felt warmth and a feeling of peace. "Am I dead?" She thought, smiling. Her eyes adjusted, and her heart sank. She saw a girl, bruised and bloody tied to a wooden table. Her arms and legs stretched apart to the point it looked like they were about to be ripped from their sockets. The girl looked her dead in the eyes. A leather strap around her forehead bound her to the table. It finally dawned on her that she was looking into a mirror about 5 feet above her. She waited for the pain to flood back and overwhelm her mind to the point of nausea. She waited, but it never came. Eventually, after several minutes, the three men walked up around her. Jason to her right, the blonde man to her left, and the Latino man at her feet. The blonde man took a small pair of gardening shears and grabbed Josie's right thumb. The girl closed her eyes and gritted her gums. She felt nothing. After a few seconds she opened her eyes. She looked at her hand through the mirror. Blood spurted out in rhythmic bursts of red. Josie fought against her bindings. "She's ready." The blonde man said and shoved the severed thumb into Josie's mouth. Jason leaned over and looked Josie in the eye. "I'm sure you're wondering what is going on. Why aren't you feeling any pain?" He placed his elbows on the table and leaned closer. "We've found find that pain dulls the mind. When you're in severe pain, all you can think about is relief. I bet you've wish several times today that you would just die. Haven't you?" Josie looked at him, silently agreeing. "My friends and I don't like to see little girls get their way. See, our greatest love in life is causing agonizing pain in worthless pieces of shit like you. That desire has been sated many times today. Our second greatest love is seeing those same worthless pieces of shit breathe their last breaths in abject fear and despair. Relieving your pain allows that. You're thinking clearly now aren't you?" She was, and she now realized she didn't want to die. "Right now you're probably thinking that you don't want to die. Am I right?" Josie didn't react. The bald man smiled and ran his hand down her chest. He outlined her nipple with his finger. "Of course I'm right. I'm always right." He turned and grabbed two clamps from a table behind him. They hooked under Josie's eyelids and forced them open. She stared at her own wide eyed reflection. "Let me show you something." Jason reached above Josie's head and turned a screw. The mirror wobbled loosely. He turned rotated the mirror by 45 degrees, allowing Josie a view to her right. On a similar wooden slab lay Emily. Or what remained of her. Her eyes were clamped open. The skin had been flayed from her arms and legs. They had been severed and lay in a neat row next to her. Her abdomen had been sliced open and her entrails spilled out. Her small intestine had been uncoiled and stretched to her mouth. The mirror rotated back horizontally. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Jason turned around and grabbed a scalpel from a small table. He reached around Josie's head and placed the blade on her left temple. The blade moved, making an arch over her forehead to her right temple. He placed the blade down. He moved so he was standing over her head. With both hands he reached under the flesh and began to pull. With a few hard jerks he was able to remove much of her scalp, exposing the white of her skull. Josie's mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. Jason sliced the hanging flap of skin off her body and set it next to her waist. The other men watched, massaging their swollen cocks. Jason bent down and reached under the table. He took three large headed iron hammers and placed them on the table. The two other men took one. Like old time railroad workers, they took turns hammering her legs. After a few minutes, the Latino man unhooked Josie's ankle bindings. He lifted her right foot, and the leg moved like an under filled sausage. He folded the leg over where the knee had been and rested her foot on her waist. The three men stared into the child's eyes and stroked themselves. They shouted insults and spat on her wrecked body. Jason looked at the other men and nodded. They nodded back, seeming to agree on something. Jason took the scalpel again and placed it between and a couple inches above her nipples. He applied quite a bit of force and slice downward. He stopped a few inches below her nipples. He placed the blade down a picked up another instrument. It looked very similar in function to the device that had forced her mouth open. Jason positioned the device in the incision in her chest and allowed it to expand. Some skin tore and cracks from her ribs were heard. Josie stared at something moving in her chest. It expanded and contracted rapidly and rhythmically. The men stared at Josie's beating heart and stroked themselves. Josie knew it would be over soon. "Move!" The Latino man said as he pushed past the blonde man. His pace quickened and he aimed his cock. Cum spurted out in several bursts, the majority landed in Josie's chest. Jason came next. It was his most powerful and massive of the day. Every drop of his fertile seed coated Josie's ever more rapidly beating heart. The blonde man seemed to be having trouble. For nearly two minutes, he teetered on the edge of orgasm. "Do it!" The blonde man said to Jason. The bald man lifted the scalpel and buried it in Josie's heart. A spatter of blood shot from Josie's exposed chest as it took its final beats. At this sight, the blonde man achieved orgasm and Josie receive The Blessing of death. END *Author's Note* I'd appreciate any comments you have. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72