Kelly walked into her room. The first thing she noticed was the silence. Apparently, they'd sound-proofed the rooms. It made sense. This way, they could focus on her torment rather than the torment of the girl in the next room over.

The room held little in the way of furniture. There was a chair and table. The table was on wheels but it looked as though those wheels could be locked. The chair was affixed to the floor with metal tabs sealed with padlocks. Once she was seated, the restraints on the front legs of the chair would be fastened around her slender ankles.

The little redhead was surprised by the lack of arm restraints on the chair. She wondered how they would prevent her from using her hands. One would think that, with her hands free, it would be simple enough to remove the restraints from her legs.

The door opened and a young woman entered. She was tiny; not even close to five feet tall. Kelly wondered if they'd added another girl, but she was disabused of that notion as the woman launched her foot squarely between the ten-year-old's legs.

The pain was excrutiating. The blow to her crotch lifted Kelly from the ground. The pain radiated from her crotch and reached her fingers and toes. Tears streaming down her face, the little girl looked at the woman questioningly.

"Hello, Kelly," the woman said. "My name's Hildy. I'll be torturing you today and tomorrow."

"I know that was a rude way of introducing myself, but I wanted to make sure I had your attention. My appearance sometimes gives the impression of childlike innocence. I am, however, not a child and I'm far from innocent."

"Let me explain my appearance. I am twenty-two years old. I am only four feet, seven inches tall. This is due to a growth deficiency I suffer from because I was born prematurely. I was only six months along when I was born."

"My mother died in a car crash and the doctors struggled to keep me from dying as well. Their efforts paid off and I survived. Because of the trauma, however, I never went through puberty. I have no tits as you can see. On the positive side, though, I don't get periods, either."

"You might wonder why I do this. Well, let me tell you something. With my limitations, there're very few jobs available. I can barely see over countertops so being a cashier is out. I could go to school and get a degree in something, but school costs money and I'm kind of limited in that area, too. Luckily, my uncle Jim gave me this job."

Kelly had finally gotten to her feet. The young woman was carefully standing back. Kelly was not surprised. Hildy was an inch or two shorter than Kelly.

"For such a small person," Kelly said, "you sure kick hard."

"I work out for an hour every day. I run about two miles and bicycle for another five. I also lift weights and work on a speed bag to build up my reflexes and endurance."

"So, if you're going to torture me, how are we going to do it?"

"First, I want you to sit in the chair and fasten those straps around your ankles. Fasten them tightly."

Kelly did. The straps were easy. They were velcro and went around the chair leg and Kelly's ankle eight times before they were finished. Kelly found, to her sudden discomfort, that her legs were really stuck. The lack of arm restraints seemed to make no difference, now. It would take too much time to free her ankles.

Sitting up with a smile, she looked at Hildy.

"Now, what?"

Hildy wheeled the table over. Placing it directly in front of Kelly, the 22-year-old locked the wheels. Reaching underneath the table, the woman pressed a button and the little girl heard a click.

Four posts rose from the table top. Two sets of two were three inches apart and the posts were slanted. The one on the right slanted to the right. The one on the left slanted to the left.

"Place your right wrist between the posts," Hildy demanded.

Kelly complied and watched as Hildy wrapped rawhide cord around the posts, pinning the little girl's hand to the table. Seeing Hildy motioning to the other posts, the 10-year-old placed her left wrists between the posts and that hand, too, was quickly pinned to the table.

Hildy retrieved a large metal plate. It was about three feet long, eight inches wide, and a quarter-inch thick. The woman slid the plate under Kelly's hands and pushed it so it was right against the posts.

"This will prevent damage to the table," Hildy said.

"What are you going to do," Kelly asked.

"I am going to pulp your hands, starting with your fingers. I am going to use a hammer to smash the bones in your fingers and then in your palms. The metal plate will absorb the blows, preventing any damage to the table below."

Kelly paled. Yes; it was what she wanted. She still wanted it, in fact. It was just the reality of the situation getting to her. When this little beautiful demon was done with her, Kelly's hands would be useless. They would be useless for the rest of her life.

"Are you sure you want this," the woman asked. "I've done this to several people and I'm very good at it. You, however, are my first willing victim."

"I want this," the little girl said.

"Good. I like doing this. It gets me so horny, in fact, that when I've destroyed your hand, I intend to use it as a dildo to help me masturbate."

This was intense. Kelly had dreamed about this and she was seriously looking forward to it, but now that the moment was here, she was so excited that she was afraid she would pass out.

After testing the restraints and satisfying herself, Hildy stood in front of the little girl and smiled broadly.

"You look so beautiful like that. Don't go anywhere. I'm going to get my hammer and camera. I want before and after comparison photos. They make great masturbation material. I'll be right back."

While Hildy was gone, Kelly tried to rub her thighs together to stimulate her clitoris. With the restraints, however, it was impossible. She then tried rocking back and forth on her seat to get some relief but that was equally fruitless.

After trying for a few minutes and finally realizing that she was unable to do anything to help herself in this situation, Kelly let out a sigh and looked up, surprised to see Hildy standing in the doorway. The 22-year-old was grinning from ear to ear.

"Sucks, doesn't it," the woman asked. "You have all this nervous energy, mixed with the anticipation and excitement. It's threatening to drive you mad. All you want to do is cum, but because I have you restrained like that, you can't do a thing."

Kelly looked at the woman questioningly.

"Oh. I can't say I understand. I've never been interested in receiving pain. I've seen enough subs, however, to have a fairly good idea what you're experiencing. And, because I want you to enjoy your little session as much as I do, I come bearing gifts."

In her hands, the woman held a pole half-covered with rubber, some odd clips that had bulbs on them, and, as she promised, her hammer.

"What are those?"

Setting her hammer and pole on the table, Hildy attached one of the clips to Kelly's barely-there left nipple.

"Ouch," Kelly replied.

"That feel good?"

"Not really."

"Well," the woman said with a grin, "you might not like this, either."

With that, she attached the second clip to the barely-there right nipple.

"Ouch."

"Just wait," Hildy said as she pressed a button on each bulb, causing the clips to vibrate.

"Oh," Kelly moaned.

"Better?"

"Yes. Much."

"You'll like this even more," the woman said as she slipped the rubber-encased end of the pole between the child's thighs, pressing the rubber to the tiny clitoris.

Pressing the button to trigger the vibrator, Hildy grinned from ear to ear as the child moaned even louder. Kelly was losing herself to the bliss brought by having her tiny sex manipulated. The woman decided to let the little girl enjoy herself for a moment or two.

After three minutes of watching the cute little submissive writhe in pleasure and drool helplessly, Hildy picked up the hammer. It was time to begin. The child's eyes were closed and she never saw the peril approaching.

With a grunt of effort, Hildy brought the hammer down on the 10-year-old's left thumb. There was a satisfying howl of agony to accompany the crunch of breaking bone. Rather than leave it at that, Hildy brought the hammer down again and again until the thumb was completely pulped.

Kelly hadn't managed to stay conscious beyond the fourth strike. After the seventh had finished the job of destroying the thumb, the woman held smelling salts under the child's nose to revive the little girl.

With the return of consciousness, the conflicting sensations of ecstacy and agony began their incessant battle once more. Kelly sat motionless, breathing heavily as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Hildy, however, gave the little girl no respite. Picking up the hammer again, she started on the right thumb. Like the other thumb, it took seven blows from the hammer before it was completely turned to mush. Unfortunately for Kelly, she retained consciousness throughout the digit's destruction.

The howls of agony were starting to cause pain to Hildy. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her foam earplugs. She'd hoped to be able to avoid using them. Most of her previous victims had screamed themselves hoarse before the second digit was destroyed. This reduced their howls to a manageable volume. Kelly was more resilient.

Once the plugs were inserted, the torture continued. Occasionally, Hildy would stop long enough to focus on bringing another orgasm from the child. Then, the sadist would return to the task of detroying the hands of the innocent little girl.

By the time the last finger had been destroyed, Kelly's face was a mess. Tears ran freely from her eyes. Her face showed handprints on both cheeks from when Hildy slapped the little girl to wake her rather than use the smelling salts.

This torture was far from finished, however. The fingers were done, but the bones in the palms were untouched. Hildy smiled evilly as she took up her hammer again and set out to resolve that particular issue.

Kelly had been certain that she could handle this. This was, however, more than the little girl had ever experienced. It was far more than she'd expected and was questioning her resolve. It was too late, though. The evil 22-year-old would not let her up until she'd done as she said and destroyed every bone in the little girl's hands.

It took the better part of an hour to pulverise the bones in the hands. When she was done, Hildy sat down and took a drink of water. She needed a break before continuing on to destroy the feet.

"Would you like a drink," she asked the crying little girl.

Kelly could only nod wearily. The destruction of her hands had caused her to scream herself hoarse as Hildy had expected. She accepted the drink gratefully and finished two glasses of water before she was sated.

"More than you expected," the woman asked.

Kelly nodded.

"Do you want to continue?"

Kelly thought that was a very good question. The pain was far more than she'd ever expected and she wasn't sure she wanted to endure the pain of having her feet destroyed. In two days, though, her mother would be cutting Kelly's head off. This was the only chance she'd have to experience anything like this.

The 10-year-old nodded decisively.

"Wow," Hildy said. "I've seen grown men pale at the thought of what you'll endure. You're something else, little one. You have my admiration."

The praise felt good. Kelly knew, however, that the pain was only being postponed by talking. She looked meaningfully at her feet.

"I know you want to get started, but I need a break."

Hildy thought about what she just said and smiled.

"Sorry for the pun. I just need to rest for a moment before we begin on your feet."

Kelly nodded in understanding, finally realizing that it had to be tiring for the 22-year-old as well.

"I plan to begin with your toes, like I did with your fingers. Once the toes have been taken care of, I will get a sledgehammer to take care of your feet. Does that sound okay to you?"

Kelly wondered if Hildy would stop if the 10-year-old said it wasn't okay. She nodded, though. It was far too late to stop, now. She'd see it through until the end.

"I must say," Hildy said, "that you are a delight to work with. Regardless of how willing most people are in the beginning, by this point, they're usually begging me to stop. You won't beg, though. Will you?"

Kelly shook her head. Despite the fact that it was more extreme than she'd anticipated, she still wanted it desparately. She was just glad that her mother wasn't here to witness this. Lauraine wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"Well," Hildy said, "break time is over. Are you ready to continue?"

Taking a deep breath, Kelly nodded.

Hildy sunk to her knees, gripping her hammer and placing it above the little girl's left big toe. Without giving Kelly a chance to rethink her decision, the torturess raised the hammer high and brought it crashing down on the toe. It took ten blows to reduce the toe to pulp.

Kelly thrashed in her bonds, but the restraints were too tight. When she'd attached the ankle straps, she'd thought they looked weak. Now she knew that they were deceptively strong.

"These ankle straps aren't very strong," Hildy said, "if they only go once around the ankle. In this case, they're long enough to go around your ankle and the chair leg several times. This makes it so you won't be able to pull free."

The sadistic 22-year-old repeated the process on the other big toe. The pain was so intense that the little girl passed out again.

"Time for another break, I guess," Hildy said.

***

Walking from the room, she almost ran into Jim.

"How are things going," he asked.

"You aren't watching," she asked her uncle.

"No. When I produce my child bondage, we use special effects to make it look like we're really hurting the little kid. This, however, isn't child bondage. It's torture snuff. I kind of got bullied into it and I'm not happy about it. I really don't like seeing little kids hurt like that."

"Well, then," his niece said, "you don't want to ask how things are going,"

He looked at her.

"Okay," she said with a sigh. "I've destroyed both of Kelly's hands. I'm now working on her feet. I just finished with her big toes and she is passed out from the pain. I thought I'd just let her doze for a few moments while I run to the bathroom and get a drink."

"You don't mind inflicting this kind of damage? On a kid, even?"

"Someone's going to do it, right? At least, I can make sure it's done right."

Hearing his own thoughts echoing out of his niece's mouth made him feel a little better. He thought, however, that line of reasoning could become a slippery slope, becoming a justification for practically any heinous act.

"If you come to like it too much, you may want to quit," he said.

"I tell them I like it so they don't feel like they're in charge," she said. "They come to us because they want to be dominated. If we're too reluctant in our approach, it's no good for them."

"True. But how do you really feel?"

"It has to be done. It's what she wanted. I don't really understand it, but if it makes her happy, so be it."

"So, what have you got planned for her tomorrow? I know you are supposed to destroy her arms and legs, but how are you going to do it?"

"I've been thinking about that," she said. "I could pulverise them like I'm doing to her feet. Once I crush her toes, I'll use a sledgehammer to crush her feet. She'll never walk again. Then again, it might be kinder, in a way, to remove the arms and legs."

"But she wants them crushed."

"And they will be. I have a friend with a portable grinder. I could tie tourniquets around her shoulders and thighs to restrict bloodloss. Then I'd feed her arms and legs into the grinder. Can you imagine the pain of watching and feeling your limbs being ground up?"

"Talk to her about it, first," he said, shaking his head. "If she's okay with it, then go ahead. If she's against it, then use the sledgehammer. I don't want them forced into anything. I feel bad enough about this as it is."

"Sure thing, Uncle Jim. I'm heading back in, now. Do you want to watch?"

"No. I'll have to see it when we edit the films, that will be enough for me."

***

Entering the room, Hildy saw the 10-year-old starting to stir. Checking first to make sure the camera was still recording, the woman took the smelling salts and waved them under the child's nose. She smiled when she saw the little girl start to come around.

"Welcome back," she said to Kelly.

"Oh," Kelly said. "I'm still here."

"Did you expect to be done? It does little good to break your feet while you are unconscious. It's not very entertaining."

"I guess not," the redhead said. "Do we have much more?"

"Eight more toes and then your feet."

"Do you have anything that'll keep me awake while you do it?"

"We do," Hildy said, thoughtfully, "but I was hesitant to offer it as it increases the pain."

"That's okay," the little girl said. "All these breaks to wake me up must be annoying."

"Well, they're a little irritating, but I can handle it."

"So can I. Give me the drugs. I've had enough of sleeping. I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"Nicely said," the woman said as she walked over to a cabinet and removed a syringe. "You'll feel a little prick when I perform the injection, but then you'll be wide awake for at least eight hours."

"How long will it take to finish my feet?"

"Good question. It takes about one to two minutes per toe. That is, at most, sixteen minutes. Then another ten minutes per foot. That's another twenty minutes. In a worst case scenario, it'll take no more than forty minutes."

Hildy's estimation was spot on. Forty minutes later, she was putting her tools away. Once her tools were put away, she brought in a wheelchair. A big burly guy lifted Kelly from the chair and placed her in the wheelchair.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'd not be able to pick you up. You're practically as big as I am."

Kelly was wheeled into a room with a bed, a guy with a camera following her from the torture room to this new room. When the guy had placed Kelly on the bed, Hildy joined her. At this point, the older woman was naked but showed no discomfort at being seen by the men in the room.

"You don't mind these men seeing you naked," the 10-year-old asked once her tears had subsided.

"Not at all. I'm not their type. We don't hire men that would be attracted to you or me. There're too many problems."

A cocked eyebrow prompted Hildy to elucidate.

"I had to kill one of them about a year ago," she said. "He thought I was one of the girls and tried raping me. He thought my explanation was just an excuse to avoid the sex. He wouldn't stop. When I resorted to violence, he lost it and really began on me. I finally managed to stop him by crushing his windpipe."

"He died when he couldn't breathe. I, on the other hand, had been hurt badly enough that I had to spend three weeks in the hospital. As a result, anyone with any sexual desires for little girls is rejected. We want our muscle using the head on their shoulders, not the head between their legs."

"So, the little girl said, nervously. "What do we do now?"

"I play with you for a bit and you cry."

"That doesn't sound like fun."

"We'll see," Hildy said, lightly grasping Kelly's pulped left hand.

At the little girl's gasp of pain, Hildy smiled. This would be fun. She took the hand and slid it into her sopping cunt. Her pussy had been getting wetter and wetter as Hildy had thought about doing this to the poor child. As a result, it took very little effort to get the entire hand inside the older girl's cunt.

Kelly had forgotten about Hildy mentioning masturbation material. She hadn't realized the woman had intended to use her ruined hand as a dildo. The pain was excrutiating. It was at least as bad as, if not worse than when the hand had been destroyed. An added torment was the glee displayed by the sadistic woman.

Hildy, on the other hand, was troubled. The degree of cruelty needed for this was getting to her. She was glad she was almost done. She'd pretended to be okay with it when talking to Uncle Jim, but she was beginning to feel sick now. It was taking all she had just to keep pretending to take pleasure in the little girl's suffering.

Finally, after an excrutiating five minutes, Hildy managed a small orgasm and called a halt to the day's tortures.

"You did very well, Kelly," Hildy said.

"You too," Kelly said after a moment. "Hildy, can I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"You didn't really enjoy that. Did you?"

The woman looked at the small mutilated child.

"No," she said after several seconds of silence. "I didn't. I've been in this business for a few years, but this is the first time I didn't really enjoy myself."

"I am sorry I was not good enough."

"You got it wrong, kiddo. You were great. It was just the thought that I took something as beautiful as you and ruined it. You'll never be able to use your hands or walk again."

"Luckily," the little redhead said with a chuckle, "that won't be a problem after Friday."

"I'm also having problems with tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? When you destroy my arms and legs?"

"Exactly. There are two feasible ways to do this. I can use the sledgehammer on your legs and arms. An alternative came to mind, though. Chances are it'll hurt much more, but it will be more interesting."

"What is the alternative?"

"We can bring in a portable grinder," Hildy said.

"What?"

"A portable meat grinder. We'd tie tourniquets around your upper arms and upper thighs. This would cut circulation and prevent blood loss. Then we'd feed your arms and legs into the grinder. They're manual grinders so one of the muscle men would operate the grinder."

"What would that do to my arms?"

"The grinder would grind up your bones and meat. You would be like hamburger coming out of the grinder."

"That would hurt a lot."

"More than a lot, kiddo," Hildy said. "It would be worse then when I was working on breaking your hand. We'd need to give you another shot to keep you awake throughout the procedure."

"How long would it take?"

"Using the sledgehammer would be about half an hour per limb, so about two hours. The grinder would take about ten minutes per limb, or about forty minutes total."

"So," Kelly said, thoughtfully, "the grinder will be more painful but will much faster. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Then, let's use the grinder. I like pain, but I'm not sure I want to experience two hours of that kind of pain. Forty minutes should be okay, though."

"Are you sure, Kelly," Hildy asked. "I need to know because we will need to start preparing this afternoon."

"I'm sure, Hildy. Let's do it."