(but continuing the story now, there's one more girl.)

Brian peed on the young lady squirming and screaming before him. He heard sirens in the distance and knew his time was up. She thrashed on the ground pressing her hands into her flesh at the sides of the gaping hole where her pussy used to be.

He ran down the stairs and out the back door, hopped over her fence, having gained a lot of practice running from cops and usually succeeding (only to be caught at school the next day, his parents never paid him any attention but never hit him either, simply provided sustenance like he was a stray cat).

He stopped at the other side, Little Leah Lucy stared at him, his blood and urine soaked leather jacket, jeans, and boots an even more intimidating sight than usual. She was 14, almost 15, and in all of Suzie's classes.

"Bring me inside. Is anyone else here? Don't lie to me!"
"My little brother! My parents are at church, they'll be back in an hour!"

The screaming attracted neighbors into their backyards but their attention was very focused on the 2nd floor of Ms/ Buht's house and Brian was well-concealed by palm trees in Lucy's backyard and the high wooden fence.

"If the cops ask you anything," He flashed his gun, "you saw someone run down the street towards the mall." The mall was almost a mile away. There were countless neighborhoods in the vicinity. The cops would be looking for days.

"What's with the screaming?" A squeaky voice called from down the hall. Brian recalled seeing her beat her brother on multiple occasions.
"Shut up brat! Mind your own!" She sounded urgent, there was a knock on the door.
"Compose yourself." She gulped and wiped a stressful tear from her eye, batting her long eyelashes.

Lucy walked to her front door.
"This is the police! We need to ask questions now! Open up or we're busting in here!" She complied.
"Did you see anyone suspicious?"
"A man running towards the mall." She pointed to her right.
"Are you sure he was going to the mall?"
"He ran that way."
"Nothing else?"
"No! Why was there screaming?" It had already subsided.
"Watch the news, keep your eyes peeled. If you see anything, please let us know."

The cop left. He brought her down to her basement and saw there were 2 rooms, one was a bathroom and the other had cook-out equipment, including kerosene.

"Step in the shower. Strip." Her clothes lay on top of the drain. He turned on the cold water and she jumped around. He admired her pert breasts, just the right size, much bigger than her friend Suzie's but smaller than Sally's and perkier than Ms. Buht's fine boobs, which took a solid 2nd place. He loved fondling all their chests, but this pair of pert tits took the cake.

"Please I'm so cold..." She looked up at him.
"Dance and I'll warm it up!" She did her best. She had flirted with boys before and was mellower than Suzie about rules, but also never had sex, smoked or drank. This won her friends and she started dancing at an early age.


"Please this is so cold!" She was great at first, swaying smoothly back and forth, gyrating her hips, unwillingly making a show of her parts.
"Dance and spank yourself!" He commanded and she obeyed, jogging in place and slapping her bottoms.

He turned the cold water off and the hot water on and she jumped more wildly than Ms. Buht, but the water was much hotter. It literally steamed. She no longer danced smoothly or shivered but jumped sporadically, jutting her assole up and out, her pussy popped open, she froze for a second, then jumped again to a different position, taking various poses.
"SPANK YOURSELF!"

"Fold your clothes. First your panties. Then your shirt. Now your pants. Hold them above your head. Sock too. Yes, your bra." She held the several pieces of soaked clothing above her head as she swayed in the fiery heat. He turned off the shower for a moment to slap her belly for several minutes, then spanked her for twice as long.

He put his hands on her waist and flipped her around, then spread her legs apart and turned the burning water back on. He pulled her feet back to the edge of the shower and pushed her face forward. Her left ear smacked the tiled wall away from him, her ass was held just in front and under his groin, and hot water burned her back. Her feet and face were also scorched, but her back was searing.
Already under 5 feet, the squirming girl's face was only a couple of feet from the floor, and her ass was almost a foot lower than it was before.

He removed the 3 gallons of kerosene and 4 bags of coals from the other room. It also had an icebox.
"OH GOD PLEASE NO!"
"Keep. Dancing." He spanked her once, "MAINTAIN! POSITION!" He held her face against the opposite wall and moved her feet back to their corners of the shower. There was a small ceramic shelf for soap that she could rest her chin on as she anxiously looked back at him with her peripheral vision. "KEEP DANCING!" He slapped her ass. She could only sway her ass around and bend her knees some, since her position was very limiting. She held her soaking clothes above herself, and he turned the water to cold again, and put ice on her back.

An hour was almost up, but her phone pinged and he read her text.
"Leah, we're leaving church now, but we've been invited to Jame's Cabin and it's convenient to just go with them now. Can you babysit your brother tonight?" "Sure thing mom" Brian texted.