even alive when I had worked my will upon her was a matter only I need decide.
At last I released her head from its position of oral rape between my legs, and the child sank back onto the floor and lay there, gasping for breath and horrified at what she had been forced to do. I lewdly nudged her in the bare crotch with my toe and she winced at the pain and indignity of my vile attack. She stared up at me with fear and loathing occasionally glancing over to where John was still torturing the trussed nun's cunt with the candle which was still inserted between her tightly clenched thighs. Now little Susie was beginning to realize what was in store for her, and to suspect that she, too would be tormented between her legs as the symbolized nun was now enduring.
John and I had now finished with our dinners, and had our off-beat appetites whetted by our preliminary activities. But from here on, each of us would have nothing to share in the way of mutual interests. At his suggestion, I left him with his victim in the small dining-room, and went with my weeping child-mate to a nearby room for the remainder of the orgy I was planning.
As we prepared to leave the dining-room, I gave the child her orders. “From now on, Susie, you are to be playing with or sucking my prick at all times. If my later commands prevent this, you are to have your pussy or your bottom where I can reach them and amuse myself with them all the time.” I had picked a short flexible whip from a hook on the wall, and I used this to emphasize my words. “Now stand up and bend over in front of me, and suck my cock into your mouth. Keep sucking me like that while we walk to the room where I'll show you some more things you have to do for me. Any time I am not satisfied with what you are doing, I'll let you know like THIS!” And I brought the lash down across her out-thrust bottom with a whistling blow that left a red welt down the center of one chubby ass-cheek.
She winced and whimpered at the pain of the blow but kept my limp dickey sucked into her dainty little mouth as ordered. In this way, with her bent over before me and walking backward as I directed, we progressed out to the hall and into the adjoining room which John said had been prepared for us. I tickled her protruding bottom with the limp leather lashes as a continuous reminder that she had to obey or suffer certain consequences.
Once in the room where I was to enjoy exotic privilege of sexually abusing little Susie in any way that I desired, I looked around to see what equipment had been provided. There was a broad bed with sturdy posts at each corner, which I was going to use presently. There was a heavy table with a padded top in a corner of the room. And there were a number of strong heavy hooks in the ceiling and one wall, whose use I could easily imagine. I looked into the drawers of a large bureau in one corner, and found a most satisfying collection of instruments, including many kinds of hand-cuffs, several types of whips, numerous dildoes, and many lengths of thin strong rope with which to truss my tiny victim into any obscene pose that struck my fancy. In a closet I found many types of belts and straps, and several poles and spreaders in case my whim would be pleased by that type of bondage.
But the most welcome thing that I found was a sign fastened beside the telephone. It read. “If you desire some instrument or piece of equipment which is not provided here, please call for Room Service and describe your needs. We may be able to supply you immediately or suggest a substitute apparatus which we may have in stock. Our aim is your complete enjoyment of your time here at The Club.”
There was no doubt in my mind as to what I wanted to do to my little child-victim, but I wanted to figure out all the details so that my carnal abuse of her unripe body would give me the most thrills. This meant in general that she had to be made to suffer the most horrible humiliations as well as the most painful rapes. And it had to build up to a final climax of agony and sex.
She was still bending over and sucking my half-flaccid prick while I wandered around the room and crystallized my plans for her torment and rape. I could see that she was becoming more and more alarmed at what she saw and what she feared for her future, and this excited me even more.
Now I made her stand up on the table in front of me, so I could see her tight little cunt-slit and her cute little round bottom as she turned before me, her crotch all bare at my eye-level. I had her spread her softly firm little thighs and pressed my hand up between them to feel all her little charms. Holding her thus, but with no attempt to penetrate either her ass or her cunt, I had her remove the rest of her costume. Now she was all naked, save for her little black shoes and white ankle-sox.
Holding her steady by my fingers on her crotch, I felt with my other hand around on her uniformed little chest. She was whimpering continuously now and would have tried to evade my lewd maulings, except for fear of another beating and my grip between her legs. With thumb and fingers I tweaked the tiny pink nubbins that ten years from now might flourish into lovely feminine breasts, but which now were hardly discernable as rudimentary nipples. When I pinched these vestigial buds, she cried at the pain and the offense, but dared not struggle to avoid my obscene attentions.
Next I made her bend way over, facing away from me, so that the pink button on her ass was exposed between the firm rounded cheeks of her buttocks. She jumped when I touched this little target but held still when I threatened her by dragging my ever-present whip across her back. Having examined the site of my next rape of her bodily orifices, I had her get down and stand on the floor leaning forward across the padded top of the table. With lengths of the cord I had found, I bound her ankles very widespread to the table-legs, straining her legs so far apart that she cried from the strain in her hips and pelvis. Next I passed a belt tightly around her plump little waist and then pulled back on her long blonde pony-tail, fastening it with cord to the belt around her middle so that her head was arched backward and held painfully tight. My point in doing this was so that her face would be free and I could hear her screams of agony when her body was bound down to the surface of the table.
To make up for the fact that she was much too young to have any breasts for me to torment, I got two safety pins from the bureau. I made her watch while I forced one of the pins through the dainty little pink nubbin which was all the nipple she had, and then locked the catch. When I performed the same perforation on the other nipple, to the lyric accompaniment of her piercing screams of agony, I was well on my way to her terrible and painful ordeal. I pressed her body down onto the table-top and heard her shrieks renewed as the pins were ground against her chest, torturing her undeveloped tissues by the pressure and motion.
Now her wrists were fastened with strong cords across the table and down to the legs, assuring that she could only move enough to torment her own chest, but with no chance to escape or evade my coming attack. Her cutely rounded ass stuck out from the edge of the table, its cheeks partly separated by the wide spreading of her thighs. Jokingly, I gave her a slight goose with my finger, and rejoiced when she jerked and struggled in response, for this gave her more torment where her pin-pierced little nipples were pressed against, the table.
All these preparations had so excited me that my cock was again fully hard and ready to go, but I wanted to draw out the experience and savor its full sensuality. With one hand diddling her puckered anus, I stepped up beside her and said, “Susie, you remember how big the thing was that you had to suck for me?” She nodded slightly despite the backward drag of her tied pony-tail. “Well, Susie, I'm going to shove that same big cock right up your bottom. Do you think you'll like that? Tell me what you think of that idea. Maybe you can convince me that I shouldn't do it to you, even though I want to very much.”
“Oooooh. Mister. You couldn't do anything like that to me. It would hurt me terribly and it might split me wide open down there and kill me. I'm doing everything you told me to, so why are you going to hurt me like that? Please don't hurt me any more. I'm trying to obey you and do everything you like, but those pins in my chest are awful, and now you're going to rip me apart in my bottom.”
“Keep talking Susie.” I told her as I walked around behind her again and began fingering and fondling her bottom and her ass-hole some more. She writhed under my lewd caresses, and I had the satisfaction of knowing that every movement tortured her widely tensioned hips and her undeveloped nipples. I wet the tip of one finger with some spit and worked the finger around and slightly into her obviously virgin and extremely tight little bottom- hole. She struggled and screamed and pleaded volubly all the time but I kept at it until I had my finger buried in her ass for an inch or so. Without this preliminary reaming, I knew that her sphincter would have been much too tight for me to force my much larger cock in, and I enjoyed toying with her and teasing her with these petty torments.
Now I squatted down behind her so that I could watch in every exquisite detail what I was doing. Her pert young buttocks were spread so that I could see all the way to the bottom of her delightful little ass-groove and watch her ass-hole squirm and clench and push against my finger. It seemed to have a life all its own, and to react and protest to my probings and goosings with its own pink personal anger. Below was the firm groove of her little- girl's pussy but I ignored that for the present, concentrating this episode on her chubby ass and the delights to be found between those perky round hemispheres.
Having manually and visually investigated all the charms of her tiny bottom, I now stood up and presented
