Leanne walked into the room where she would remove her 10-year-old daughter's arms and legs. There was a considerable amount of trepidation, but the mother had resigned herself to the fact that this was what the child wanted.

The door opened and Tyra was wheeled in on a gurney. She had two straps crossing her body; one barely above the hips and one crossing her chest. THey expected the child to thrash around quite a bit when the pain hit. They had given her drugs that would dull the pain a bit, but she would still feel quiet a bit.

Tyra, due to her enthusiastic nature was all smiles. This was just something great and she could not wait for her mother to get started, She looked around and tried to see how her mother was going to do it, but there was nothing in the room but her mother and herself.

"Hello, baby," Leanne said. "Are you ready?"

"Heck, yeah, mommy. Cut off my arms and legs."

"I need to get my tools, but I will be right back."

Leanne left only to return two minutes later with a cart. On the cart was a chainsaw. There was also something that looked like bolt cutters, but had a curved blade. Tyra remembered seeing the janitor at school use something just like that to cut tree branches off of trees when they posed a threat to kids.

She could easily see that thing cutting through her arm. They were likely too small for the legs, though. That was probably the reason for the chainsaw. Tyra also saw several strips of thin leather on the cart. Those were a mystery to her.

"What are those things," she asked indicating the leather strips.

"Tourniquets," Leanne said. "We don't want you to bleed to death. Oh! That reminds me."

She darted out of the room and returned with the tool she used to cauterize Tyra's wounds the day before. She plugged it in and returned to her daughter.

"We need to wait a few moments for that to heat up," she said to the 10-year-old. "In the meantime, I can tie the tourniquets on your arms."

"You are going to use those cutters on my arms, right?"

"Yes, dear. Those are tree trimmers. They should have no problem cutting through the bones in your arms. The legs are quick a bit thicker and would be too tough. Because of this, I will use the chainsaw to remove them."

"Okay, mommy."

The tourniquets tied, Leanne picked up the trimmers.

"Last chance, baby," she said. "Are you really sure you want me to do this?"

"Yes, mommy. Go ahead."

Taking a deep breath, Leanne placed the cutters around the child's upper left arm, two inches below the tourniquet. She slammed the handles together as hard as she could. There was a crunch followed almost immediately by a heart-rending howl of pain.

Picking Tyra's left arm up off the floor, Leanne set it on the cart and retrieved the cauterizing tool. Within minutes, the wound was cauterized and bandaged. The blood loss was negligible. There was some, however, draining from the 10-year-old's severed limb.

"Two tourniquets," Leanne muttered.

Going to Tyra's right side, she tied a second tourniquet three inches below the first. Cutting between the two should reduce bleeding from either side. She picked up the trimmers and looked down at her daughter. The child was a mess. Tears flowed from her eyes and there was a wet spot on the gurney between her legs. The shock must have made her urinate.

"How are you doing, baby," the woman asked.

"Oh, mommy, this is awesome. It hurt so much, I had an orgasm."

Leanne then realized that the wet spot was not urine but vaginal secretions.

"Is the pain too much?"

"Not really," the 10-year-old said. "I am ready for the other one, I think."

Leanne just nodded as she placed the trimmer's blades between the two tourniquets. She drew another deep breath and slammed the handles together. There was a repeat of the crunch, but the howl was replaced by a groan of what appeared to be pleasure.

She picked up the right arm and deposited it on the cart beside the left arm. A few minutes work with the cauterizer and the bandages finished up the process. Now, the child had only 2-inch stumps where the arms had been.

Tyra was grinning. Leanne could not believe it.

"Are you having fun," the mother asked.

"Oh, yes, mommy. This is great. The pain is not too bad, really. It just shocked me the first time."

"Well, we are only halfway done, sweetie. This next part will likely take longer."

"Can you cut them both off at the same time?"

"I suppose I could, but I won't."

"Why not?"

"I am not sure of my speed with the cautering torch. While I was taking care of the first one, you might bleed out from the other one. One at a time seems safest."

"I see," the little girl said. "That makes sense."

"Do you want earplugs? In this little room, the chainsaw will be very loud."

"No, mommy. I am okay."

"Then, I guess I should get started."

Leanne was not unfamiliar with chainsaws. True; it had been a few years since she last used one, but she was confident in her ability to handle it. Picking it up, she found the weight manageable. Starting it up, she moved to the gurney. Something was wrong. She turned off the chainsaw and left the room.

Returning a minute later, she had a block of wood with her. She placed it under the child's right leg and double-checked the tourniquets. They were secure so she picked up the chainsaw again.

"I thought using a block of wood would make it easier. I really do not want to catch the blade of this thing on the bedcovers."

Tyra nodded. That, too, made sense.

Leanne started the saw again and without hesitation, began sawing through the 10-year-old's right leg three inches down from her crotch.

This time, however, there was no mistaking the noises the child made. She may have been enjoying it, but those screams were of agony, pure and simple. She wept, screamed, and shook on the gurney, the straps doing their jobs, holding the cild in place.

Leanne finished with the right leg. It had taken two minutes. The bone was thick and she really had to work to cut through it. Turning off the chainsaw, she quickly cauterized the wound and bandaged it.

"One more," she said, more to herself rather than to her daughter.

The little girl was sobbing quietly.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"No, mommy," Tyra said. "That hurt a lot more than the arms did."

"Well, we still have one more to go. Do you think you can stand it?"

"Yes, mommy. Just don't be surprised if I start crying again."

"Don't worry. I will not be surprised. Cry all you want."

Leanne moved the block of wood beneath the 10-year-old's and retrieved the chainsaw.

"Here we go, baby," she said to her daughter. "One more."

Without giving Tyra time to think on it, Leanne began cutting through the left thigh. Like it was with the right leg, it was hard going and took about two minutes to finish cutting through the child's limb. True to her word, the little girl was sobbing again. Leanne paid no attention and focused on the task at hand; cauterizing this last wound.

Picking up the legs, she put them on the cart with the arms. She turned and looked at her daugher. The 10-year-old lay there, a torso and a head. The little girl was still crying, but quietly, not the heart-rending sobs that were heard earlier. Leanne walked over to the gurney and stroked the little girl's head.

"Oh, mommy," Tyra said, regaining her composure. "Thank you."

"What?"

"That was wonderful. It hurt more than anything I have ever felt, but if also felt great."

Leanne picked up her daughter, surprised at how light the little girl was.

"I am glad you liked it," Leanne said. "I cannot imagine how that felt good, but I am glad you liked it."

"But we're not done yet," the little girl said.

"What?"

"You promised me that you would smack me around today. I know you won't really beat me up until Friday, but I want you to smack me. Spank me. Twist my nipples until I scream."

"Fuck," Leanne muttered with a sigh.

She had really hoped the child would forget about this.

"Are you sure, baby?'

"Yes," Tyra said. "Hit me."

Leanne lifted her arm and began the swing to slap her daughter's face. She couldn't help herself and pulled the blow. The result was a light slap; barely enough to bring a rosy glow to the child's cheek.

"No," Tyra said, "no, no, no. You have to really slap me. Pretend I did something to piss you off and you lost control."

Leanne sighed. Raising her hand, she took a deep breath. Then, she brought the hand down and slapped Tyra hard across the face. The gurney rocked for a few seconds before settling down.

"That's much better," the little girl said. "Do it again."

Leanne shook her head.

"That was dangerous," the mother said. "If the gurney had fallen over, you could have hit your head and gotten killed right now."

"That would be bad," Tyra said. "Take me off the gurney. Put me on the floor and then slap me silly."

"On the concrete? I don't think so."

"Jim has a tumbling mat. Get that and then we can do it."

"Fuck, me," Leanne said. "You really want this. Don't you?"

"Yes."

Leanne gave up.

"Okay, baby. I will be right back."

She left the room to find the mat.

***

Jim met her outside the door.

"How is it going," he said.

"Well, she has no arms or legs, now. But now, she wants me to slap her around. I need to take her off the gurney or it could tip over. Tyra said you have a tumbling mat. She thinks we should use that."

"I do," he replied. "It is a little bulky so I will have one of the techs bring it in for you."

"Thanks, Jim."

***

Leanne went back in the room and stroked Tyra's head.

"Someone will bring in a mat."

"Cool," the little girl said.

They did not have to wait long. Ted brought the mat in and opened it. The mat was about eight feet long and six feet wide. It was also about two inches thick. There would be plenty of padding.

Leanne picked up her daughter and placed the child in the middle of the mat. She knelt, straddling her daughter's body. The little girl was grinning ear to ear. Once more, the mother raised her hand and, seeing the twinkle in Tyra's eyes, brought the hand down with all her strength.

"Ouch," she said, shaking her hand. "That hurt."

Glancing at her daughter, she saw the bright red handpring on Tyra's left cheek. The little girl was still smiling.

"Yeah," the child said, "like that."

Leanne did not respond. She simply raised her other hand and struck the child across the right cheek. The little girl surprised her by bucking and moaning. Hearing a noise behind her, Leanne looked back and saw that Tyra had sprayed girl-cum all over the mat.

"Liked that, did you?"

Tyra nodded emphatically.

"I have a very strange daughter," Leanne said, grabbing a handful of Tyra's hair and pulling her head up off the mat.

She slapped the child across the face again. Tyra's head fell back to the mat, leaving her mother holding a fistful of hair that had been torn out.

"Oh," Tyra said. "So good. Punch me, mommy. Punch me in my belly."

Leanne did not hesitate. She balled her left hand into a fist and drove it into her daughter's stomach. Again, she felt her pussy moistening. She was disgusted to find herself becoming sexually aroused.

"That's enough for now," she said to the little girl. "I told you that I would beat you up on Friday. I will do that until you say enough. Then I will finish you. But for now, we are done."

"Yes, mommy," Tyra gasped as the struggled to catch her breath.

There was a knock on the door and the two men from the day before came in.

"Can I help you," Leanne asked.

"They're here for me, mommy," Tyra said. "They are going to play with me for a while."

"Play?"

"We're going to have sex."

"Oh," Leanne said. "That's okay, then. I will leave you to it."

As Leanne left the room, she heard the little girl giggle as the two men joined her on the mat.

***

Kelly was back in the room, strapped to a gurney. Hildy was there standing next to a table. On the table was a mechanical grinder. A flip of the switch would turn it on, The opening where meat was fed into the grinder was quite large. It was plenty big enough to accommodate Kelly's legs.

"So," Hildy said. "Here we are again. Are you ready for me to grind up your arms and legs?"

"Yes," Kelly said, a hint of trepidation in her tone.

"Before we do that, though," the woman said, "I need to tie tourniquets around your arms and legs. I also need to give you a shot that will allow your blood to coagulate more easily. That way, we avoid unnecessary blood loss. We do not want you to die today."

"No," Kelly agreed. "We need to wait until Friday for that. My mommy is going to kill me."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes," Kelly said. "I really do."

"Before we begin, I need to ask you one question. Which do we start with; your arms or legs?"

"I don't know."

"Do you mind if I flip a coin to decide?"

"No," the little girl said. "Go ahead."

"Okay," Hildy said as she pulled a coin from her pocket. "Heads for arms and tails for legs."

Flipping the coin, she caught it and slapped it down on the back of her other hand. Revealing the coin, they saw it was tails.

"Your legs first, then."

"Okay, Hildy."

Hildy gave the little girl the injection. While that was taking effect, she took her time, tying the tourniquets and making sure that they were tight enough to block blood flow, but not enough to interfere with the pain the little girl would feel.

Kelly was silent, but winced slightly as the tourniquets were tied. She was smiling, though, so Hildy was not too concerned. When the tourniquets were tied, Hildy unstrapped Kelly and slid her down the gurney intil her ass was resting on the end. This left her legs hanging off the end. Then, Hildy strapped Kelly to the qurney again.

"Well," Hildy said, "we are ready to go. All I need is for you to issue the command."

"What?"

"You need to tell me to grind up your leg. Then, I will roll you over to the table and feed your leg into the grinder."

"Oh," the little girl said. "Grind up my leg."

Hildy smiled and nodded. She turned on the grinder and moved Kelly so the little girl's right leg was just outside the mouth of the grinder.

"Here we go," Hildy said.

The woman pulled the gurney closer and the footless stump of her right leg was fed into the grinder. Immediately, there was crunching as the bone was crushed and ground up.

Kelly could not believe the amount of pain she felt. It was worse than anything she'd ever experienced. It was too late to stop, though, so she just screamed as she watched her leg disappear into the mouth of the grinder. She could see the ground meat coming from the outflow on the grinder.

While she was guiding the little girl's leg into the grinder, she started fingering the child's pussy. Hopefully, Kelly would be able to achieve an orgasm while she lost her leg. After two minutes, the leg was gone up to the knee. The coagulant and tourniquet seemed to be working. There was very little blood loss.

The howls were unceasing even as the little girl shook through an orgasm. Tears were flowing from the little girls eyes. She was, however enjoying this tremendously. The orgasms clearly helped Kelly to enjoy the torture.

After another two minutes, the leg was gone up to her thigh, about two inches below the tourniquet. Hildy wheeled the gurney back and retrieved the iron that would allow her to cauterize the wound. The screams continued as the little girl felt the searing pain of the iron coming into contact with her thigh.

Once the wound was cauterized, the woman bandaged the thigh. She then pushed the gurney back to the table, placing the left leg just outside the mouth of the grinder. After a meaningful glance from Hildy, Kelly remembered that she had a part to play.

"Grind up my other leg." the child said.

With a nod, Hildy fed the left leg into the grinder. She returned to manipulating the little girl's pussy. During the four minutes it took to grind up the left leg, Hildy was able to bring Kelly to three separate orgasms. After the left leg was gone, Hildy cauterized and bandaged the wound.

Kelly lay on the gurney, her chest heaving as she took several deep breaths. The pain had been intense but the little girl managed to avoid losing consciousness. The orgasms helped tremendously.

"Now, little girl," Hildy said, "it is time for your arms."

"Please grind up my arm," Kelly said.

There was no hesitation. Hildy fed the little girl's right arm into the grinder and gently stroked the child's pussy as the crunching again filled the room. The cild was howling again, but there was a difference in the tone. There was a hint of pleasure in those howls.

Being smaller than the legs, it took only half as long to finish them. During the destruction of her two arms, Kelly experienced four separate orgasms. The gurney was soaked with little girl juices. The coagulant and tourniquets did indeed do their job and there was remarmably little blood on the gurney when they were done.

Hildy finished bandaging the little girls cauterized stumps and turned off the grinder. The bowl that had been collecting the ground up meat was completely filled. Hildy covered the bowl with plastic wrap and then set about cleaning the grinder.

"What are you going to do with the meat," Kelly asked.

"Well, you, your friends, and your mothers are having hamburgers for dinner tonight. Thank you for providing the meat."

Kelly was not quite sure how she felt about that. It seemed more than a little weird to be eating hamburgers made out of your own meat. Then she chuckled. That was the least of the weird things to happen to her this week.

"How did you become a torturer," the little girl asked.

"My mother got me into it," Hildy said.

"Your mother?"

"Yes. She was a very nice mom, but she had a serious masochistic streak. She could not reach orgasm without some pain to spice things up. When I was 13 years old, I came home early from school and found someone beating my mother up. I got a knife and chased him off, but later found out that he was only doing what she wanted."

"My father used to take care of her, but he had died three years earlier, when I was ten. Whith him gone, she tried to keep things under wraps. She did not want to scare me. The problem was that, after three years without the abuse and sex she craved, she was getting desperate."

"She'd met the man at a bar the night before and invited him home. He was somewhat reluctant at first, but she was able to talk him around. He was just getting started when I came in. At that point, she broke down and started sobbing in frustration."

"We talked about it for a long time and then came up with the idea that maybe, I could help her out. The man was just a beast. He had no idea at all how to treat a masochist. The way he was going, she would have likely ended up in the hospital. Also, he was hitting her in places that show."

"What people fail to realize is that although someone may be a masochist, they still have a life to lead. They have a job, family, and friends. Showing up with bruises all the time is not acceptable. That would lead to too many questions. If you are going to abuse a masochist, do so in a way that allows the victim to hide the signs of abuse."

"Wow," Kelly said. "What did you do to her?"

"A lot," the woman replied. "We used nipple clamps. I put clamps on her labia and clit. I would torture her with mild shocks of electricity; not enough to cause any real damage, but enough to cause significant pain. I would spank her, whip her, punch her, kick her, spit on her."

"You would kick her?"

"In the crotch. Despite what most men think, they are not the only ones sensitive in that region."

"What do you mean," Kelly asked.

Hildy thought about it and then, drawing her fist back, slammed a blow into the 10-year-old's crotch.

"Fuck," Kelly screamed. "Oh. I am sorry. I am not supposed to talk like that."

""I won't say anything if you won't. That was just my fist. With little room to really wind up and deliver a punishing blow."

"But it hurt so much."

"Right. Now imagine me kicking you there as hard as I could."

The little girl shuddered.

"Now you see."

"And you used to do that to your mother?"

"Not very often, but sometimes, yes."

"How old were you?"

"I was 14 years old."

"So, what happened then?"

"I found out I liked causing pain. I started surfing the internet, looking for masochists in need of punishment."

"Wow."

"I found an ad for this place downtown. They were kind of a fetish club. One of their torturers had just moved away and they needed a replacement. I applied and convinced them to hire me. We had to keep it under wraps because I was still a minor, but the clientele there were perverts. They weren't going to say anything."

"How far have you gone in torturing people. Have you ever done this before?"

"No. You are my first. You have to realize, though, that you are a special case. The kind of things we have just done are not possible for most people. I know you are going to die on Friday. Two or three days with no hands or feet is hard, but not impossible. Most masochists, though, want to keep their limbs."

"So how do you feel about all this?"

"To be honest, I do not know. When Jim hired me for this job, I thought it would be no problem. I must admit to being troubled, though. I look at you and think what that must be like. You cannot even go to the bathroom by yourself now. I understand your mom fed you last night. She will have to do that again tonight."

"I know."

"I do not think I could live like that and it troubles me a bit that I find erotic pleasure in doing it to you."

"Erotic?"

Hildy stepped back and pulled her pants down. Her panties were soaking wet.

"I have been leaking since I put your right leg into the grinder."

"Wow."

"Yeah. It kind of scares me."

"Well," the 10-year-old said, "if it makes you feel any better, I have been leaking since you put my right leg into the grinder, too."

Hildy smiled at the little girl.

"Want to help each other out," the woman asked.

"How? I don't have any hands."

"Just watch."

Hildy unstrapped the child from the gurney and turned her upside down. The little girl's pussy was indeed sopping.

"Lick me," Hildy said. "I will do the same."

Hildy got on the floor and started licking the preteen pussy. After a minute, Kelly got the idea and returned the favor. They stayed there for two hours, bringing each other to climax after climax.