Renee sat in her seat in the torture room. She was waiting for Lilith to return. The woman had made a brief appearance but remembered she needed to talk to Jim and left again. The naked little girl remembered Lilith mentioning pushing a cattle prod in Renee's cunny. Maybe she was going to get that.

Sure enough; when Lilith entered the room, she was pushing a cart with many tools, including the promised cattle prod. There was also a laptop and several things Renee could not identify. Some of them looked quite scary.

"So," Lilith said, "here we are again. Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

"You're going to use a cattle prod on me."

"Correct," the woman said, picking up the cattle prod. "I'll be using this on you. But, before we do that, there are other things we can do."

The woman strode to the corner of the room and pulled an x-cross into the center of the room. Renee hadn't even noticed the giant wooden 'X' in the corner. There were restraints attached to the ends of the beams, meant to hold the victim with arms and legs spread.

"Come over here, Renee," Lilith said with a smile. "Have you ever seen one of these?"

"No," the 10-year-old said as she went to stand beside the woman.

"You will be spending some time in this. Now turn around and lean back against it."

The little girl did as she was instructed. Being so small, she wasn't even close to the restraints when she stretched her limbs. Lilith smiled and unclipped a wrist cuff. Taking a chain from the cart, she extended the length so the chain would reach the child. She repeated the modification on the other three restraints and then secured the child to the cross.

Returning to the cart, the woman retrieved a small metal item. She started coated it with lubricant and approached the beautiful little black girl.

"Do you know what this is, Renee?"

"It's a buttplug."

"Correct," Lilith said with a smile. "It's a buttplug. Look at the base, though. Do you see those two holes?"

"Yes," Renee replied.

"Those are for electrical leads."

"Oh, god," the child groaned.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't be controlling the strength or duration of the shocks. The leads connect to my laptop over there and a program will control the torture. A lethal shock occurs when the system delivers a level 10 shock. The most you'll be getting will be a level 7. It'll be more than enough to hurt you considerable, but it won't damage you permanently."

"The computer will run a program that randomly selects a level between 1 and 7. It also randomly selects a duration between 2 seconds and 10 seconds. Then randomly selects a random interval between 15 seconds and 45 seconds."

"What does all that mean." Renee asked, the numbers causing her head to spin.

"It means that you will get a jolt between level 1 and level 7. The jolt'll last between 2 and 10 seconds. Then, you'll rest for between 15 and 45 seconds. This'll prevent you from being able to prepare yourself for the next jolt."

"That sounds bad."

"The last person I used it on only lasted 30 minutes before he was begging for me to release him."

"Him?"

"Of course," Lilith said with a smile. "You think I only torture women? No, Renee. I torture anyone I'm paid to torture. You, though, are so fun that I might waive my fee."

"Ouch," the little girl said, wincing as Lilith inserted the metal plug into her asshole.

"Is this the first time you've had something up there?"

"No," Renee said, "but this's bigger than anything that's been up there before."

"Well, that makes sense. Most women I know would find that uncomfortable, but if you think that hurts, wait until I connect the leads and start the program."

After connecting the leads, the woman went to the cart and came back with a needle and a spool of surgical thread. Pinching the little girl's ass cheeks closed around the buttplug, Lilith pushed the needle through first one, then the other cheek, sewing it closed. After 15 stitches, the plug was no longer visible. Only the wires of the leads were visible.

"There," the woman said. "That'll keep it from falling out."

Moving to the front of the little girl, she saw the tears running down her cheeks.

"Are those from the pain or are they from pleasure?"

"Bo...both," Renee said.

"Good. Because here's some more pain for you."

The woman then pushed a two-inch needle through the 10-year-old's left nipple. She picked up another needle and pushed it through the right nipple as well. Using banana plugs with alligator clips, Lilith connected leads from the power regulator.

"You going to shock my titties, again?"

"Yes," Lilith said, "but that's not all."

The woman then pushed a needle through the little pearl that was Renee's clitoris. The howl of agony was almost enough to give Lilith a headache. When the little girl had calmed down, there were banana plugs running from that needle to the machine.

"Oh, wow," Renee said. "That's so intense."

"Oh, we're not done, yet. Once I've taped it up, I'm going to get my flogger and whip your front."

"Won't that knock the needles loose?"

"No. That's why I'm taping it up," the woman said. "The tape will be enough to hold it in place. I won't be whipping your tits. Well, not while the needles are there."

"Oh," the little girl said while Lilith finished securing the needle in place.

Lilith finished taping her up and picked up her flogger. She walked to the machine and flipped the switch. As she pressed the 'Enter' on the laptop's keyboard, the program started. Renee howled in agony as her left nipple recieved a jolt. To the 10-year-old's surprise, only the nipple received the shock.

After eight seconds, the current cut off and the pain diminished. Fifteen second after that, pain ripped through her clit as the current hit there. This time the pain lasted only three seconds before it cut off.

"I thought they'd all be hit at the same time." she said between gasps.

"No. It's the random factor that really makes this torture. You'll never know where the next pain will hit."

Further explanation was useless as the buttplug suddenly activated and the girl shook in her chains and howled like a struck beast. Looking at the laptop, Lilith saw this was a 10-second jolt at level seven. After ten seconds, the current cut off and the girl hung limp, sobbing.

Picking up the flogger, Lilith swung and struck Renee across the abdomen. The child shook and cried from the pain. Lilith kept it up for twenty minutes and when she was done, the little girl had bright red welts from just below her breasts to just above her knees.

"Well, Renee,"Lilith said, putting down the flogger, "I've to go run some errands. I'll be back in about an hour."

Fear blossomed in Renee's mind as Lilith left the room.

'Lilith's going to leave me here,' she thought. 'I'm going to have to endure this alone for almost an hour? Sure, the pain's good, but isn't this overdoing it a bit?'

Then all thoughts were lost to the pain as her left nipple was hit with a shock.

***

Lilith sat in Jim's office with him, watching Renee on the monitor. The girl had been alone in there for about forty-five minutes. The torture was taking a toll. The randomness of where the pain would hit, how powerful the jolt would be, and how long the jolt would last was really making it impossible for the little black girl to prepare herself.

The randomness of the break duration was also taxing because the 10-year-old never knew when the next jolt would hit. She was howling and crying, tears flowing down her cheeks in rivers. This was the worst pain she'd ever felt.

"How long are you going to leave her like that," Jim asked.

"Another ten minutes. After that, I'll turn off the program and remove the leads. I'll then turn her around on the cross so her back's exposed. I'll whip her back and buttocks for about fifteen minutes. After that, we'll be done for today."

"Sounds good," the man said. "That's an evil system you have there."

"Thank you. It took me about three months to write the code for the randomizer."

"You wrote the program?"

"Of course. I can't make a living being a torturer, Jim. I'm a programmer for a computer company when I'm not here."

"So this is...." Jim prompted.

"Just a hobby. A lucrative hobby, but a hobby nonetheless. Oh, about my fee; I told Renee I might waive it because she's so fun, but that would set a bad precedent. Instead, I'll cut the fee for this job in half. That sound okay?"

The normal fee, twenty-five thousand, was just cut to twelve thousand, five hundred dollars and she wanted to know if that was okay?

"Of course, Lilith. That sounds great."

***

Lilith re-entered the room during one of the breaks. Renee looked up at her and grinned. The child suddenly went tense and howled in agony as a new cycle began. The laptop indicated that this would be a ten-second jolt at level four.

As soon as the current ceased, Lilith stopped the program. She walked back to the child and pulled the needles from the little girl's nipples. She removed the tape and pulled the needle from the 10-year-old's clitoris.

Renee sighed as she felt the tug as the needles were removed. This had been an intense session, but it was insanely pleasurable. The little girl hadn't been prepared for the degree of pain and pleasure she felt from the torture.

"I'm going to remove your restraints and you'll turn around on this cross," Lilith said. "I'm going to whip your back and buttocks. After fifteen strokes to each cheek and your back, we'll be done."

Using the laptop to restart the program, Lilith picked up the whip. With the butt plug as the only option, her anus would receive all the shocks. As the first jolt hit the little girl, the woman lashed out with the whip, drawing blood as the whip cut into Renee's back.

Renee let out a howl, though it wasn't clear if it was due to the whip or the electricity. She shook as she hung from the cross. Lilith walked over and stroked her victim's ass. It was so beautiful and she regretted that this would be her last chance to play with the girl.

Shaking her head sadly, the torturer walked back and lashed out again with the whip. Again, the whip opened the little girl's flesh as it cut her back. She decided that she should let up a bit. She didn't want to risk cutting the girl too much and causing the child's premature death.

The remaining 13 lashes hurt and raised welts, but didn't cut the girl any further. The welts criss-crossed the child's back. The risk of causing more harm than she really wanted caused Lilith to change her plans. Putting the whip on the cart, she picked up her rattan cane.

She stepped to the side so her strokes would hit only one cheek at a time. The beautiful ass shook as the child quivered in anticipation. Reaching out, the woman lightly stroked the 10-year-old's buttock. The flesh was silky smooth and cool to the touch. It almost seemed a crime to mar that beauty with the welts that would result from the caning.

"Fuck it," Lilith muttered. "I don't have a chance like this very often. It'd actually be a crime to let this chance pass me by."

Drawing her arm back, she let loose a grunt of effort as she brought the cane down on the little girl's ass. The left cheek took the hit and the flesh quivered as Renee howled in pain. Moving to the other side, Lilith let loose a blow to the right cheek.

Alternating laft and right, the woman delivered fifteen cane strokes to each cheek. Between each stroke, the torturer caressed the bruised flesh. It was smooth no longer. It was now hot, the blood gathering in the welts raised by the cane.

During the beating, the electric jolts continued at random intervals and random voltage levels. Between the jolts and the blows from the whip and cane, Renee's pussy was continuously seeping orgasmic juices. The child experienced several orgasms throughout the beating.

Lilith turned off the program and shut down the laptop. Picking up a pair of scissors, she cut through the stitches and pulled the threads from the little girl's flesh. She spread the child's buttocks and pulled the plug from Renee's anus.

As the woman cleaned the needles and the butt plug, Renee wept. The child was trembling. She was taking deep breaths as she came down from multiple orgasms. The pain lingered as her back and ass throbbed. The bruises and cuts provided enough pain to keep the 10-year-old in an orgasmic state.

Lilith finished cleaning the tools and smiled wickedly. She was done with hitting the child, but there was one last bit of torment she could inflict. Soaking a cloth with alcohol, she began to wipe the child's back and ass.

"We can't let these wounds become infected," she said as Renee shrieked due to this new pain.

"We need to clean these wounds and bandage them. None of them are too serious, but if left uncovered, they could complicate things. Infection can cause fever and illness that would negatively affect your ability to perform on Friday."

"No," Renee said as she continued to weep. "We can't let that happen. Thank you, mistress. That was wonderful."

Nothing more was said as Lilith applied a salve to the wounds and covered them with gauze. As she'd told the child, none of the wounds were serious and would be all but gone by Friday. Ah, the resiliency of youth.

***

At dinner that night, the three girls saw what had become of the others and Renee was shocked. She could not imagine losing her arms and legs. The night before, she had seen that the girls had their hands and feet removed, but this was extreme.

The other two were each now sitting in a chair but they needed a belt around their chests to hold them in place. The other little girls did not seem too upset about this situation. They, in fact, seemed to be enjoying it tremendously.

Everyone except Kelly was surprised to find out that the hamburgers they were eating were made from the meat from Kelly's arms and legs. They weren't sure how they felt about eating meat from a human. That was cannibalism, after all. They had to admit, however, that the burgers were absolutely delicious.

Lauraine looked at her daughter, noticing that the 10-year-old was not surprised.

"Did you know about this, Kelly?"

"Yep," the little girl said with a smile. "Hildy told me that this was what they were going to do."

"Hildy?"

"She is the person who put my arms and legs through the grinder. It felt great!"

"What do you mean," her mother asked. "You mean they were still attached to you when it happened?"

"Of course. I was fully awake when she destroyed my hands and feet. I wanted to feel the destruction of my arms and legs as well."

"Wow," said Tyra. "I thought I was extreme just by having my arms and legs amputated. That, though, was over very quickly."

"I wonder," Renee said. "Does all girl meat taste this good?"

"Well," said Jim. "We have Tyra's arms and legs. Should we have barbecue tomorrow night?"

He'd been joking, and was surprised when, after a few moments, everyone agreed to the idea.

"That would be great," Tyra said.

"I," he said hesitatingly, "I was just kidding."

"So," Tyra asked. "It'd be great and after eating some of Kelly, I'm curious about how I would taste. Aren't you curious?"

"I am," he replied, "but it..."

"It's not like it's going to hurt me any. The limbs are already gone. And think. Do you really want to waste that meat? That would be terrible."

Jim sighed.

"Do all of you feel this way," he asked unnecessarily as he saw the others nod in unison.

"Okay. Tomorrow will be Tyra barbecue."

"Great," Tyra said enthusiastically.

"Now," he said, "we need to change the topic. We need to discuss Friday."

"Yeah," Leanne said. "How are we going to do this?"

"Well, we can do the girls simultaneously. We have the three camera crews and three suitable studios. We would, however need to start early."

"How early," Monique asked.

"I am thinking eight o'clock," he said. "I understand that both Tyra and Kelly have asked to be tortured a bit more before losing their heads."

"What," Lauraine asked, surprised at her daughter's request.

"Well Tyra wants her mother to really hurt her. Meaning that she wants Leanne to beat her severly. An hour ago, Kelly heard about it and decided that she wanted the same thing, if Lauraine will agree."

"I," the redheaded mother, said, "I don't know if I can."

"If not, then we can get Hildy to do it."

"Let me talk to Kelly about this tonight. I'll let you know tomorrow. is that okay?"

"Certainly."

"What about me," Renee asked. "Can I get some more, too?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well," the black 10-year-old said hesitantly, "I was interested when Kelly was talking about how it felt to have her arms and legs destroyed. I was wondering if we could get my mom to do something similar to me."

"What," Monique asked.

"Well," Renee said, "you are going to be removing my head. Could you use something like a hammer or something to break my arms and legs?"

"Something tells me that you are not asking for a simple break."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe you could smash my hands and then slowly work your way up my arms. Then you would do my feet and slowly work your way up my legs."

"Fuck me," Monique muttered. "I suppose I can do that. Are you really sure, baby?"

"Yes, mommy. Please do this for me."

"Fuck," the mother said again. "Ok. We'll do that."

"Now that we have addressed that," Jim said. "We come to the details. We can give you each an hour for your final torture. After that, we need to cut your heads off."

"Renee," he said, turning to the little black girl, "we have been able to arrange to grant your wish."

"You mean...."

"Yes," he said. "Lauraine knows some resourceful people and one of them is an experienced demolitions technician. He's agreed to create shaped charges that we'll place around your throat. When they go off, they'll obliterate your neck, launching your head into the air."

"Wow," the little girl said. "Awesome."

"Tyra," he said turning to the blonde little girl. "Your mom is going to gut you alive and then as you are bleeding out, she'll use a butcher knife to cut off your head. Is that right?"

"Yes, Jim," the little girl agreed.

He turned to look at the little redheaded 10-year-old.

"How are you wanting your mother to remove your head?"

"Garden shears."

"What?"

"I saw this guy trimming hedges and he had these long-handled garden shears with long blades. If we can get some, I'd like Mommy to use them to cut my head off."

"I have some of those at home," Jim said. "Lauraine, are you okay with that?"

"Yes," the redheaded mother said. "I can do that."

"Then," he said, "we should be done with the girls by nine thirty."

"Then what," Monique asked.

"Well, all three of you have requested the same executioner. This means that we'll have to do you one at a time. One will go at ten o'clock, one will go at noon, and the last one will go at two o'clock that afternoon. It will take less than an hour to kill each of you, but we want to give the executioner time to rest between jobs."

"That sounds fine," Leanne said.

"The question," he continued, "is this. Who goes first, who goes second, and who goes last? Do any of you have any preference?"

No one said anything.

"Then," he said, pulling a bag from under the table, "I had the idea of having a drawing. In this bag are nine dominoes. blank-one through blank-nine. Lowest goes first, highest goes last. Does that sound okay?"

"Sure," Monique said. "Let's do it."

The three mothers each drew a domino from the back and looked at them.

"Looks like I go first," Monique said, displaying the blank-one.

"Can you beat a seven," Lauraine asked Leanne as she displayed the blank-seven.

"Yep," Leanne said showing the blank-eight.

"So," Jim said, "the order is Monique at ten o'clock, Lauraine at noon, and Leanne at two o'clock. Well, ladies, is that satisfactory?"

"I am fine with it," Lauraine said.

"Me too," said Monique.

"And me," Leanne added.

"Okay," Jim said. "Tomorrow's a free day. Think about what you'd like to do and we'll see if we can get it done."

"Can we have an orgy," Kelly asked.

"What," her mother asked, shocked at her daughter's request.

"Yesterday and today, I've been so horny, I'm going nuts."

"Me too," Tyra said.

"Yeah," the little black girl said making it unanimous among the little starlets.

"If your mothers agree, I don't see why not. You six could have all day tomorrow to enjoy yourselves."

"What about you," Tyra asked.

"What about me," he asked in response.

"Well, I'd like you to be there too. If I'm dying on Friday, I want to lose my virginity before then."

Kelly and Renee nodded in agreement.

Jim looked to the mothers.

"Don't look at me, Jim," Leanne said. "I think I'd like a good fuck or three as well."

"Yeah," Monique said.

"Oh, why the fuck not," he said. "Okay. I'll be there, too. I have work to do tomorrow, though, so I'll only be able to be there some of the time."

"Sounds good to me," Lauraine said with a smile. She was looking forward to seeing Jim fuck her limbless daughter. It was an interesting mental image.

They finished their meals and Jim left as the mothers and daughters discussed the next day's activities.

"Mommy," Tyra said. "What did he mean when he said you all asked for the same executioner. I thought you were going to kill me."

"I am, sweetie," Leanne said. "I will be the one to kill you. The executioner he mentioned is Carol."

"Carol is going to kill you?"

Leanne looked at the other two mothers, who nodded. No harm in the girls knowing now.

"Yes, baby. Carol is going to cut my head off."

"She will smother me," Lauraine said.

"She will help the men split me in two," Monique added.

"Wow," Tyra said. "That is intense."

"You didn't think I would let you experience a horribly painful death without me experiencing the same, did you," Leanne asked.

"Oh, mommy. I thought you didn't like the pain."

"I'll admit that I'm not fond of it, but watching you while I removed your arms and legs made me curious."

Tyra looked at the other little girls and smiled.

"Thank you, mommy."

"For what?"

"For coming with me. For dying with me."

'Dying for you,' Leanne thought.

The girls and mothers spent the remainder of the evening discussing the orgy tomorrow and then their executions on Friday.