Here's a short Dante story I found in my archives.


BED BOUND CHILD TORTURE
by Dante

Arden had used the outrageous sexual abuse of little girls scam twice
before very successfully, and although she realized what she was doing
was extremely risky, risk was half of the fun. Everything had gone so
smoothly she knew she would be able to make it work perfectly for her
again. Her planning skills were excellent, and she left little to
chance.

She liked to prepare in advance a foolproof protection and
back-up for her adventures in kiddie sadism. Her extra planning paid
off, and she was now set for a delightful session of child-play with a
very attractive little girl. She liked to be in full control, and her
control for this session would be imaculate; she was certain nothing
could go wrong to interfere with her abusive sexual games, and the
little lady she had selected would have no chance to spoil her fun.

Arden always carefully worked out the perfect arrangement, which worked
so well it gave her free use of the innocent pretty little girls she
lined up for her entertaining sexual perversion pastime. She had got a
nosy newspaper reporter and his sadistic photographer to take the rap on
the last little girl she'd kidnaped from the shower room at the
elementary school, who she had tortured and then killed. Now she had a
similar clever routine all set up to work for her again.

She decided it was too soon to use the elementary school again; there
were several young girls there who interested her, so she decided to let
that source of beautiful little ladies cool before using it again.

Instead she made connection with a pretty and slender nine year old girl
at the infamous Mrs. Lewis's bordello. The attractive child she had
selected this time was the daughter of one of the resident whores at the
house of ill repute. The child was mature for her tender years, and was
confident and provocative, just the way she liked them. Mrs. Lewis's
bordello was really a highly degenerate everything-goes whorehouse,
where for a price everything imaginable was available to the city's
leading businessmen, including male and female children.

She had seen the pretty little girl playing in the back yard of the
brothel and decided she must have her. The child was wearing only a
pair of tiny panties, a size too small for her, and was toying with the
penis of a little dog, bringing the animal to the point of ejaculation.

What made it so easy was that she saw the kid's young mother come out,
pull the little girl's panties down, and spank her severely. This
identified the mother for her and her plan quickly formed in her head as
she watched the erotic spanking of the small bare-assed child. Arden's
panties moistened as she watched the corpral punishment go on beyond
what was necessary. It appeared the mother enjoyed punishing little
girls as much as Arden, did, although she would not take the event to
the only conclusion that could please the female sadist.

In this whorehouse the hired cunts used no condoms, and there was a
slogan inside the door of each bedroom that said:

FUCKING WITH
RUBBERS IS LIKE
WASHING YOUR
FEET WITH YOUR
SOCKS ON

When a man fucked a whore at Mrs. Lewis's, it was raw meet on raw meet.
Each of her girl's was trained to grab a man's naked prick with her bare
fuck slot, and to grip it royally as she was power fucked. Any man who
brought disease into the establishment was banned for life, and was
driven out of town by the police chief. Any girls infected were used on
customers who carried venereal disease, to "keep it in the family", in a
manner of speaking.

The prostitutes in Mrs. Lewis's lewd establishment were all encouraged
to get themselves knocked up, and they willingly did so, because they
became high priced fucks and specialty acts during the latter stages of
their pregnancy, making extra in tips and bonuses. Their pregnancies
always culminated in an exciting birthing show on the intimate stage in
the small basement theater before a very select audience, who
appreciated and paid well to witness such debauched specialties.

When the birthing shows were first held, they were done in a clinical
setting, but Mrs. Lewis quickly realized that one of the main
attractions was the moaning and agony the young mothers went through, so
she formalized that part of the demonstration, and added bondage and
torture to the agony the girls had to endure while birthing in the
basement theater to earn their bonuses.

There was always a doctor present, and there were not too many
unfortunate incidents. In the twenty-two years since she had
established the "pay to play in the nursery" program, there had been
only two deaths of infants as they were born, and one death of a
birthing young mother. In that latter case, the mayor and a funeral
director had paid big to have rings pierced into the lips of the
teenaged mother's vagina, and a small steel mesh net attached. The net
caught the infant's head as it emerged, trapping it half out.

The two men sat up all night sipping mint juleps, with twelve year old
girls kneeling between their legs, servicing their penises as the sat
watching the pregnant girl sweat and struggle. They were amused
observing her efforts as she tried vainly to eject the sprog from her
constipated cunt. Her labor had progressed normally, and her womb had
stretched normally for birthing, but as the night wore on it began to
contact, slowly squeezing the baby to death in its powerful grip. The
men enjoyed the teenage girl's desperate pleading, screaming, whimpering
and sobbing which lasted until she died of severe internal complications
just after sun-up.

The undertaker took care of the body, and Arden had found out about it
only because she was a friend of the mayor. Mrs. Lewis ran a clean
house, and wanted to keep clear of scandal, but she also had a keen nose
for where a dollar could be made, and seldom let an opportunity pass to
cash in on the lust of her customers, no matter how degenerate or
unbridled their tastes in debauchery might be.

From birth onwards, the kids who lived in this whorehouse were abused
freely in bizarre sex acts, with boys, men, other kids and even with
several specially trained animals. An added incentive for the
prostitutes to become pregnant was that the mothers were paid ten per
cent of everything made on the kiddies up until their eighth birthday.

The truth was this little bitch that Arden had selected was no novice to
sexual excesses. She hadn't been a virgin since she was little more
than a week old, when a pair of wealthy spinsters had paid well to watch
the new-born baby being raped by a well trained and horny miniature
poodle.

The difference now would be that the debauched treatment Arden
planned for the kid this afternoon would be much more extensive than she
had ever experienced before. In fact, Arden's plan was that this cute
little girl was not going to survive her highly personal session of
totally debauched entertainment. Her young life was cheap, and she had
no attachments. Arden's plan was seterand the life of the child was
about to be expended for the amusement of her sadistic female abductor.

To get her plan in motion, Arden had paid a mid-morning visit to the
infamous whorehouse wearing a short black wig, and further disguising
herself by dressing as a business man. She hired the selected child's
attractive young mother for an hour. She got the twenty year old whore
naked on her back on the bed, gagged her, tied her wrists and ankles to
the bed posts, and managed to work her whole fist up into the beautiful
young slut's well used fuck chute.

Arden was the girl's first customer of the day, and her receptive vagina
was warm and moist as it tightly gripped at her invading hand and wrist.
This was the kind of action the pretty whore was well used to, and she
was too interested in getting the uncomfortable session over with to
notice that her customer's had was small for that of a man.

Arden smiled as she imagined this young woman fully pregnant at the age
of twelve lying naked and probably bound on a coffee table, surrounded
by a group of ogling men who had paid to watch her being tortured as she
delivered her baby. She had probably taken several long piercing pins
through her tender young breasts and her buttocks as she heaved in
labor. Arden could just imagine the lovely young girl, who would be
little more than a child at the time, writhing on that hard table top
as she gave birth for the first time, unassisted. Arden wondered of the
good looking prostitute had delivered other children into the world.

When it was clear to Arden the pretty young whore was going to accept
the brutal fist fucking, she pulled off the gag, freed her wrist and
ankle bindings and poured the cooperative young bitch a gin and tonic.
She slipped a deadly and agonizing poison into the professional cunt's
drink, and watched the girl sipping and enjoying the lethal beverage
while having her cunt violated and ravaged by the invading fist.

Before the drink was finished the poison had begun to work. The
beautiful young woman had rolled off the bed, her back arched in agony,
and with Arden's fist still firmly planted in her cunt. The hapless
young whore was writhing in pain on the bedroom floor, bucking and
heaving delightfully in pain that wracked her entire torso. Arden
reluctantly pulled her fist out of the pain-driven cunt, which was
fiercely contracting and gripping her wrist, and called Mrs. Lewis to
report that one of her whores seemed to be quite ill. She said she was
quite upset with the service, and demanded a full refund.

A burly bouncer dragged the half conscious whore down stairs and carted
her off to the hospital where she died a horrible death within the hour.
In another hour, when she was sure the news of the young bitch's death
had found its way back to Mrs. Lewis, Arden showed up at the whorehouse
again. This time she had discarded the male drag outfit and was now
wearing a long blonde wig and was dressed as a nurse.

Arden was able to take the pretty little girl away from the house of ill
repute without too much trouble, although the infamous madam was clearly
reluctant to lose such a talented young entertainer. Arden's story was
that the mother had pleaded with the hospital to get her daughter out of
the house of prostitution, and she received little argument.

The last thing Mrs. Lewis wanted was to make any waves when there was
this kind of trouble with one of her prostitutes. Nobody wanted to fuck
a sick whore, and the kid could talk about her mother's sudden illness
and death, spreading the word that the house was not in good order.

Arden got the kid to the hotel, made a call from the lobby, and moments
after she got the kid up into the hotel room the reporter she had
targeted and his female photographer arrived, calling up from the lobby.
She left the kid locked in the room and met the press people down in
the lobby, where she told them about a scoop on child pornography, and
that they'd be left alone with the kid for their sensitive interview.

"Take hours if you need it," she laughed. "She gave me some strange
story of having the barrel of a BB gun thrust up into her little sex
organ, and then having it fired. I can't imagine anyone doing that to
such a sweet little thing, can you? It was really quite shocking.
People who do such things to an innocent little girl should be put away.

Getting this kind of information straight from a little girl who is
upset and might be confused could take a long time." Arden told them
she would wait for them down in the hotel's lobby bar.

She had presented a different angle to the kid. "Do you want to see
your mommy ever again?" she had asked.

"What's happened to mommy," the child asked her" Why did they take her
away from the house?"

"Nothing has happened to her yet, but she's in really big trouble. You
can make it better for her if you'll do as I say. It's all up to you."
"Are they taking mommy away from me?" the frightened child said.

"Some bad men have her and they might hurt her and then maybe they might
even kill her if you don't help me get her back." This had got the
naive kid worried and she had quickly become cooperative.

Arden explained that she wanted the kid to tell a nice man what Mrs.
Lewis made her do with the men who came to see her at the horrible
bordello and then Arden told the girl she should take off her clothes
and demonstrate everything for the nice man so he would believe her.

The pliable little girl went along with it to save her mommy.
The man was a reporter for a big tabloid which was really just a scandal
rag. He and his lady photographer were left alone in the hotel room
with the child for as long as they wanted, and they didn't come back
down to the lobby bar for nearly four hours. They found Arden, as
promised, patiently waiting for them. She was in no hurry, knowing that
her cover was now complete, and soon it would be her turn.

"She is a very cooperative child," the reporter said. "Her story was
amazing. She had some incredible experiences for such a young kid.
This could be a great story."

"We got some great shots, too," added the young woman photographer, "The
child is very photogenic." Arden was sure they had, but was also sure
that all the photos they took of the girl could not be legally published.
She knew from the stories going around on the inside that these two were
more interested in kiddies and torture than in the story she was feeding them
about the whorehouse.

She had once seen the private monthly paper that photographers for the
papers put out for their own fraternity, of the kind of pictures that
they couldn't publish. The highly explicit photographs she had seen
ranged from real stories of nude suicides, gore filled shots of
sex-murder victims, to some she was sure had been set up, but all
featuring sexual violence. These included actual photos of naked
children as they were being violently sexually abused. The reporter
added a not too subtle word of warning.

"We also got a few good shots of you with the kid as you arrived here at
the hotel," he said. "However, I don't expect we will need to publish
them."

Arden thanked them, said good-bye, and went up to the hotel room. She
knew that the story of pictures of her with the kid were a crock of
shit, because she had called them at their paper several blocks away,
and made the call from the lobby as she arrived with the kid to tell
them to meet her here.

She was surprised the reporter would be that stupid, but considering
what the two had been up to for four hours, she expected his mind was
far from focused on protection. She knew what she should expect to find
up in the expensive hotel room, but she was surprised at how far the two
newspaper sadists had gone.

She found the little girl tied naked, face down on the hotel room bed.
The sight of her got Arden's juices flowing. The long tapered neck of a
soda bottle was stuck deep into the child's little asshole, spreading
her narrow hips. The shade had been taken off a table lamp, the slender
bulb was rammed up her tender cuntlet, and as a parting touch, just
before they had left her, they had turned on the light bulb inside her.

A pillow case had been rolled up and jammed into her mouth to gag her
screams. Her back, buttocks and the tender flesh of her crotch was
covered with cigarette burns. The floor was strewn with empty 35mm film
boxes and plastic cans, so Arden knew that the sadistic newspaper
reporter and his lady photographer had got themselves a full set of
souvenirs.

In fact Arden was delighted. They had gone so far in their sadistic
abuse and torture of the bound little girl that any photos they had of
this kiddie torture session would totally incriminate them both. Just
to make sure, she had placed a fake cabinet on the wall where a picture
had hung, which had a video camera inside, shooting through its mirror.

She was sure they would rot in jail, if they were not given the death
penalty. Her heart raced as she thought of the prospects. Arden would
wear her male disguise when she went to witness their shocking trial.
She knew they would be developing the pictures as soon as they got back
to the newspaper offices, and that it would take at least a couple of
hours for the two excited newspaper people to get the photos all
developed and printed. They would have the darkroom full of
incriminating evidence by the time she informed the police of their
activity.

Arden wished she could be there to see the reporter and photographer's
faces when the police raided the newspaper office to get the incredible
evidence. She also knew that most of the evidence presented of this
little girl's terminal abuse would soon afterwards show up throughout
the extensive underground child pornography circuit.

"Did you tell them about the other children," Arden asked, as she turned
off the flaming lightbulb buried deep in the little girl's stretched
vagina and removed the child's gag. She wanted to hear the kid's
version of what had happened.

"No, you told me not to." she whimpered. "They hurt me. They weren't
interested in what had happened to me. Is my mommy going to be okay?"
The distressed child was clearly uncomfortable lying on her tummy, bound
and stuffed as she was.

"You did a good job, honey," Arden assured her, running her hand over
the child's smooth sweat slicked back, and down over her tightly packed
naked bum. Fresh beads of sweat had formed in her spread crotch, As
much from pain and fear as from the heat of the afternoon.

"They hurt me more than the men at Mrs. Lewis"s house," the girl
whimpered, "and they didn't pay anything, either. Thanks for turning
off the light bulb," she said. "Can you get it out?" Arden let her
hand play with the end of the pop bottle stuck into the child's tight
asshole. Near the neck, the thick glass was warmed from being tightly
encased in the innocent little girl's enormously stretched rectum.

"Why aren't you untying me?" the girl asked.

"It looks like the other two had such a good time with you," Arden
explained. "I'm going to play some games with you too, but I'll have to
put this pillowcase back in your mouth, because I don't want your
screams to disturb the other guests in the hotel."

The kid twisted and struggled as best she could in her tightly bound
state. She looked delightful with her pert little ass propped high in
the air, and the bottle and lamp sticking into her fully exposed crotch.

"By the way, honey," Arden said to her, "Your mommy died before I came
to get you at Mrs. Lewis's whorehouse. I poisoned her. It was really
lots of fun, but I'm afraid when they cut your mommy's belly open to
find out why she died, Mrs. Lewis is going to be in some really bad
trouble. You're lucky to be out of there."

The child sobbed and squirmed as Arden screwed the heavy leaded base off
the table lamp that was still stuck firmly in her grossly distended
cuntlet. Then she propped the young girl's ass even higher in the air
by tucking a folded pillow in under her hips. Using the edge of the
heavy lamp base as a hammer, she pounded on the exposed end of the pop
bottle in the girl's asshole, driving it further into the tortured
crotch.

The kid bucked her hips, unable to scream as the bottle was wedged
deeper and deeper into her little asshole, stretching the buttocks to
the limit, until at last the girl's sphincter ruptured. Now Arden hit
the bottle a sharp blow with the edge of the heavy lamp base, and
suddenly the thick green glass shattered inside her tight stretched
colon.

The end was smashed to pieces, with a major fracture spiraling toward
the neck. Arden hit the broken glass again, and the whole bottle came
to pieces, breaking into sharp shards of glass in the child's colon.
The pretty little girl heaved her ass in painful agony, spreading her
legs and thrusting her stuffed little cunt and asshole delectably. The
child's alluring asshole was now ruined, and Arden knew that she would
be bleeding profusely inside.

Arden could feel her own warm juices dampen her panties at the appealing
sight. She switched on the lamp again in the little girl's stretched
cunt, and in seconds it was flaming hot. She held the writhing kid's
ankles and watched the tender cunt meat slowly began to redden.

While the child's vagina cooked, Arden opened the sewing kit that the
hotel provided in the bathroom, and she extracted the packed of ten
sewing needles. One by one, she pushed them deep into the soles of the
girl's feet. Because of her bindings, the child could do little more
than squirm in agony, but she did this with real passion.

In another fifteen minutes the child's lamp-gripping fuck meat slowly
turned brown, and it took another ten minutes for the fat to melt and
then sputter and smoke as the living fuck hole cooked. Arden again
picked up the heavy lamp base and carefully one by one cracked the young
girl's ribs, loving the crisp popping sound as each one snapped.

The naked bound girl was now reduced to sobbing and whimpering, just the
way Arden liked them. She pulled a large shard of sharp glass from the
ruined little asshole and used it to slash the girl's back and legs,
carving deep gashes in the living tender girl meat.

She carefully sliced through the little girl's ass crack to the bone,
and managed to completely slice off her left buttock, pulling away an
exotic steak, and baring the flared hip bone. In the other buttock she
carefully carved the initials of the reporter and photographer who had
begun what she had so brilliantly finished.

Making sure that the light bulb was still burning inside the pretty
little girl's ruined cunt, and with her carved up ass propped high in
the air, Arden tightened the binding ropes, then left the sobbing child
to cook and bleed until the cleaning staff found her, alive or dead.

What the fuck, Arden thought, she was just a common whore's unwanted
little fuckslit, who nobody really wanted around anyway. "God," she
thought to herself, "what a rush the guys with the meat wagon will get
when they come to pick her up. And the guy that has to do the autopsy!
Shit, I wish I could be there to watch him carve her up." She wiped
anything she might have touched, pulled the fake cabinet off the wall
and placed it back in her suitcase, and replaced the painting on the
hook. After she did a final check and straightened her clothing, she
slipped out of the room and headed for the elevator.

Even as she left, Arden felt the familiar stirring in her gut that told
her soon she would need to have another pretty little bitch to play
with. Very soon. The growing pang in her gut could only be satisfied
by a session of child torture. Girl child torture. She had to have
another little girl to play out her lust upon.

On impulse she phoned the ASPCA from the lobby, saying that a cute
little pussy was being severely abused in a hotel room, then she sat in
the bar to watch them arrive with a small animal cage. A stirring
returned to her loins as she thought of what they were about to find in
the hotel room.

She made another phone call, telling the desk sergeant who answered that
she had overheard some bragging by a certain reporter and photographer,
who had a few rolls of film they might be interested in, rolls that
might, according to what she had heard them say, match the empty film
boxes found in the room.

"Damn," she thought as she hung up and left the telephone booth, "I'm
still hot and the kid is gone. I always get so turned on that I finish
up on the bitches before I remember to cum. The only reason I do these
things is to bring on the super orgasm, and I'm such a scatterbrain when
I get excited that I give all my attention to the little girls, and I
forget to take care of myself."

It was now nearly six PM, and it had been a very eventful day. Just
then she noticed a woman checking in at the front desk. Pulling at her
coat was a precocious little eight year old girl, and both mother and
child carried a tightly wound umbrella. Arden could imagine herself
thrusting those long white bumberchutes up the assholes of the young
woman and her pretty little girl, and found the image highly
stimulating.

The mother and daughter were dressed in matching and very expensive
dresses and coats, a sure sign of both wealth and over-protection. On
the floor beside them sat a pair of matching feminine looking handbags,
spelling out clearly that the pair of luscious females was not
accompanied by a man, and that they had come to the city from out of
town. Best of all, there was nobody to greet them. They were on their
own, and that made them available for the kind of stimlating games Arden
loved to play.

Suddenly Arden decided she was much too horny to go home. As the buxom
young woman wearing the skimpy low cut dress under her coat, and her
pretty little daughter dressed similarly brushed past her, Arden turned
and followed the attractive pair into the elevator, grasping the hidden
switchblade knife in her sweating palm.

She admired the attractive pair in their beautiful white coats, short
enough to reveal their long legs, both in white nylons, and she wondered
to herself what the mother and daughter would look like naked and
completely impaled on their own umbrellas, with only the curved ivory
handles sticking out of their tightly packed rectums. She figured that
if she were to work slowly enough on these two lovely bitches, she might
get her rocks off today after all.

The young woman with half her tits hanging out smiled at her, and the
little girl was behind her mother, sucking her thumb while with the
other hand she lifted her skirt and stuck her hand under the waistband
of her panties, where she was innocently fingering her own little
cuntlet.

It was an innocent child-like thing to do, the kind of thing
that horrified a mother but intrigued passers by. Fortunately, the
mother was too preoccupied with staring at the changing numbers as the
elivator rose to notice her daughter's indescretion. Her eyes left the
row of numbers briefly, and when she caught inadvertently caught Arden's
gaze she smiled and looked away.

Yes, Arden thought to herself as she smiled back at the woman, openly
admiring the sexual pulchritude of the two, I think today might be my
day after all. The beautiful young mother pulled her coat over her big
breasts, but not nearly far enough to cover them. The garment had been
designed to reveal, not conceal, her marvelous mammaries. The woman was
in her mid-twenties and at her peak of pulcritude, with a voluptuous and
fit body that oozed sexuality.

Arden he followed the two out of the elevator and to their door, stopped
to adjust one of her nylons as the mother opened the door to their
luxurious room. The classy bitch let her child in first, and Arden
pushed into the room behind them and locked the door behind her.

Displaying the gleaming steel blade, she begins to unbutton her blouse.
The woman was shocked, and was much more attractive to Arden that way.

"Let's get more comfortable," she said, "I have a terrific evening
planned for the three of us." And indeed, that is what it was. At
least for Arden.