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[Devlin] Message [2016] [MMMg, loli, horror, rape, torture, gore, beastiality, extreme]


Chapter 1

"Do you know what rape is, little girl?"

Ten year old Alice Durant stared blankly ahead at the man who directed the question at her. He spoke with a thick Russian accent, but his English was fluent.

Alice did not know what rape was.

She was trembling in fear. She knew that this man was going to do bad things to her. She could feel it in her gut. But she did not what they were going to be. The man chuckled.

"Do you know what a penis is then?" he asked. "Or maybe a pussy?"

Alice again did not respond. She looked away towards the floor. He laughed again. This was going to be fun. He walked closer to the little girl and unzipped his pants, pulling his penis out and positioning it a few inches away from her face. Alice closed her eyes. She was starting to feel dizzy. The man chuckled.

"My name is Dmitri. Actually it is not my favorite name because it is quite common, but my mother gave it to me, so I cannot complain. What is your name, little girl?"

Dmitri knew her name already, but Alice still did not speak.

Alice had been kidnapped. Her father, Edward Durant, was an American businessman working in Moscow. Mr. Durant had been unsatisfied with the amount of money he was making in the shipping business and wanted to supplement his earnings with smuggled goods. This meant that he had to deal in the black market, and although his profits nearly tripled, he had to do business with the certain elements of the Russian mafia, or the Bratva in St. Petersburg. They called themselves the Pushkin clan, or the Pushkins, and not only were they a particularly brutal and violent group of individuals, they also had a lot of influence and ample amounts of control in the shipping in that region. Eventually, they wanted a larger cut of Mr. Durant's profits, but Mr. Durant was unwilling to give in to them and found ways to cut underhand deals with their competitors.

At the end of the day, the Pushkins found out that Mr. Durant was costing them a lot of money. And when they did realize this, they wanted to send a message to anybody else who dared to defy them. They figured capturing and killing Mr. Durant was not enough. After all, they had been doing this to people who defied them for years now, and people still double-crossed the mafia. They wanted to send a stronger message. Instead of taking him, they made plans to capture his ten year old daughter Alice instead.

The intended message was simple. If you mess with the Pushkins, it won't be you they'll be after. It'll be your family. And it was Mr. Durant's family they were after. Alice was Mr. Durant's only daughter and his only family. His wife had died in a car accident years ago. Alice meant the world to Mr. Durant.

So they made plans to take her. And they didn't want to go soft on Alice because she was a girl. They were going to do to Alice what they did to all their other male victims, which was make her suffer. And so they started to plan. There were a few in the Pushkins that disagreed with taking a girl. They felt it wasn’t right. But enough people wanted it to happen that the kidnapping was going to happen.

Besides, it was just this once. They were doing it so that fewer people defied them, and if fewer people defied them, they wouldn't have to punish as many people. In the end, they were actually decreasing the net amount of suffering they would have to give. They took this matter very seriously. They didn't want to have to do this all over again. They wanted to get it right on the first time, so they also made plans to capture on videotape the entire encounter, so that a record of what happened would always be available.

Grabbing the girl was easy enough. Alice only visited her father during the summers. She spent the school year in the states with her distant aunt. When her father was away for work, she was left alone in his apartment in Moscow.

Men from the Pushkins stormed her residence one day late in the morning after Mr. Durant had left for work. Alice had already gotten out of bed and finished breakfast. When she saw the men coming through her windows, she screamed, but before she could do much else, she was shot with a taser in the chest, and collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 2

After Alice was taken from her home, she was driven blindfolded in a black sedan. She had soiled herself following the taser attack and was sobbing wildly. After a few hours, Alice was pulled from the car and led into a strange building, where she was pushed from behind on her neck. She walked forward cautiously, turning only when pushed to the left or right. Eventually, the man grabbing the back of her neck released, and her blindfold was removed.

She looked around. She was in a dimly-lit room. Tears were streaming down her face. She had been crying for hours now. She was surrounded by strange men. The room was somewhat large. A few fluorescent lamps lit the ceiling, which was strangely covered every few feet with metal hooks. A few chairs and a small table were pushed over the far end of the room. The room had just one door. All the walls were solid grey. The room had no windows. At each of the room's four corners was a camera pointing directly towards the center of the room. A red light blinked every few seconds from the side of each camera.

Alice was deep underground in a facility located in the outskirts of Mosco. The facility had been built long ago by the military but sold to a private contractor years later, who then sold it to the Pushkins. The Pushkins used this building to conduct all sorts of shady business, like housing its kidnap victims, but in more recent times, it had been modified to as a safe place to torture its enemies. Its walls were thick, and its location was so remote that its victims screams were never heard. There were usually only a few cronies around to guard the compound, but today was different. There were no shortage of mafia henchmen today.

The mafia brought in every known sadist that worked in their organization. It seemed like all the worst men in Russia had gathered in this one place. The most hardened criminals, the most brutal, violent, and sadistic men the mafia employed. None of these men wanted to miss this opportunity. Though a criminal organization like the Pushkins had no shortage of sadists to call upon for their services, there was only one king.

His name was Dmitri, and he was lower-level boss. He did not have much power or authority in the organization, but his one true value, his sadistic nature, was hard to find and cherished by the top brass in the Pushkins. Dmitri had served them well over the years.

Dmitri looked at Alice and spoke, "My oh my, child. You are just the most beautiful little girl I have ever laid eyes upon. What beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes! Truly an angel. Pity your father decided to go against us."

Alice looked up again at Dmitri. She had no idea what he was talking about.

"I know that your name is Alice. What a pretty little name! Alice, your father has been a very bad man, and I'm sorry, but you are here today in his place to accept his punishment."

Dmitri seemed to be enjoying himself.

"We are going to rape you, little girl. We are going to tear your little cunt and your tiny ass and throat until they are bleeding from the inside. We are going to fill your little body with cum. Look at you. Poor thing! Do you even know what I am talking about? You don't even have tits yet. Do you know what fucking is? Ha! You will soon. Actually, I must admit. We usually don't get to hurt girls your age. I am looking forward to stretching that little pussy out. Pity that you are so young, because I suspect it's going to hurt. Bad. You'll see."

Alice understood little of what Dmitri was talking about. But she did catch between her sobs that he was going to hurt her, and she did not want that. Her knees began to wobble uncontrollably.

"It's very hard for me to explain what we are going to do to you, little girl. Really, the best way to explain is to show you," Dmitri smirked.

Dmitri paused for a second and then motioned to the four other guards in the room. One of them exited, returning just moments later with six other men. Many more were waiting outside in the hallway. These men did not typically work at this facility. They were here today for one specific reason only. He pointed to one of the men and ordered him to drop his pants. He complied with hesitation. Dmitri walked around and grabbed Alice's shoulders from behind. He shoved her towards him.

"On your knees!" Dmitri shouted.

Alice resisted, but was hit hard by Dmitri with the palm of his hand on her bottom. Alice fell to her knees.

"Open your eyes, girl! Do it now!"

Alice's eyes were still shut. She began to sob harder. Dmitri's patience was growing thin.

"Open your eyes, you little shit, or we are going to take off all of your clothes!"

Alice panicked. She wanted her clothes to stay on, so she opened her eyes. The man's penis was only inches away from her face.

"Lick it!" Dmitri ordered.

Alice kept her mouth shut.

"Do it, or we will hurt you!" Dmitri shouted. He was furious at this point.

Tears streamed down Alice's face. She kept her eyes closed and still refused to open her mouth. Dmitri grabbed her head and pushed it forward. Her tightly pressed lips touched the man's penis, who then grabbed his penis and rubbed it all over Alice's face. Alice pushed his penis away with her hands, but it continued to grow and enlarge with excitement.

Dmitri shouted something in Russian to his guards. One of the them walked behind Alice and grabbed the sides of both of her arms, lifting her up onto her feet. Alice kicked her legs, but both were soon they were both grabbed by another guard, who crouched behind her to restrain her lower half.

Dmitri produced a knife and displayed it a few inches from Alice's face, who eyes were now wide open. The little girl was screaming in panic. She desperately tried to move her arms and kick her legs, but she too weak to resist the men grabbing her and holding her limbs tightly to her body.

Dmitri then slowly cut open her shirt, revealing a small tank top underneath. He quickly sliced open the arm slots of the shirt, pulling the entire article of clothing off of her and tossing it aside. He then began to work on pants, first unbuttoning, and then unzipping it, revealing her pink panties underneath. A floral pattern embroidered on the front was revealed. He ordered the guards holding her legs apart to move them both back towards the center, and then, in one swift motion pulled her pants down. He struggled to fully remove her pants without getting kicked in the face, but after a few prolonged seconds managed to be successful.

Dmitri then backed up to admire the little girl, now clad only in her panties and spaghetti tank top. She had the perfect body. She was toned, but not too muscular. She was skinny, but not wire-thin. She was small, but did anybody expect? She was only ten years old. A gorgeous one at that. Dmitri wondered if she'd even survive her first night here.

He then moved back towards the frenzied child and cut the two straps of her tank top from her shoulders, which fell to her stomach, exposing her nipples. He studied her chest. She had barely begun puberty. She had no breasts, but she did have small breast buds. Her nipples were still small, but underneath them were small coin-sized mounds, signaling the initial stages of breast development. Dmitri smiled. Breast buds were tender and extremely sensitive on young girls.

Dmitri cut the rest of the tank top and threw it behind him. All that was left that clothed the little girl were her panties. And then he smelled something strange. The men started to laugh. He sniffed again and looked down at Alice's panties. She was soiling herself. The urine flowed down her right leg as the darkened wet spot on her panties grew larger.

Little Alice looked horrified. She tried to move her arms to cover her panties, but they were held firmly to her sides. All she could do was look down. She saw the growing puddle of liquid at her feet. She could hear the men all around her laughing. She had never felt more shame in her life, but could not stop her bladder from emptying. She more she tried to stop her stream, the stronger it came out.

Suddenly, she felt a slap across her face.

"Bad girl!" Dmitri said, as he slapped her across the face again. "Bad girl! Aren't you a little too old to be pissing yourself? Shouldn't you be potty-trained by now? Say that you're a dirty little girl. Say it!"

He slapped her again. The men in the room were laughing hysterically.

Dmitri grabbed her left nipple and twisted. Alice cried out in pain.

"Say it!" Dmitri shouted.

Alice continued to cry. Another slap landed on her cheek.

"I'm a," Alice sobbed, "I'm a, I'm a-"

Another slap landed.

"I'm a d-d-dirty little g-girl."

"Now say you need to be punished!"

"I-I-I," Alice stammered.

Dmitri pinched Alice's right nipple with two fingers and pulled.

Alice cried out.

"Say it!"

"I-I need to be p-punished!" Alice finally said.

Dmitri yanked Alice's panties down. He looked at her genitals. They were perfection. Her feminine lips were puffy and hairless, and because they were covered in urine, they glistened in the dim grey-blue light of the room.

Two of the men lifted the naked girl up and placed her flat on her back onto a small metal table, which had been moved so that it was now in the center of the room. They admired her tiny pre-pubescent body. Her creamy white skin was soft and smooth without any imperfections. She did not have a single hair on her body save for that on her head. They cuffed each wrist with thick leather cuffs and pulled them out sideways and above her head, anchoring them to the legs of the table with a thick metal chain. They did the same with her ankles. Alice was now spread-eagle on the table. They adjusted her restraints so that her bottom was closer to the end of the table and her legs dangled over the edge.

Then, they took turns tasting her.

Alice's shame only grew, but her shame quickly turned into suffering. The men used their tongues to lick and explore every inch of her. They licked her rosy-red and freshly slapped cheeks. They pressed their lips to hers, and sucked on her neck and earlobes. Then they began sucking and gently biting on her nipples, flicking them inside their mouths with their tongues. A few of the men even began licking her armpits. She had the softest skin, and the beads of salty sweat that percolated up into the surface of her skin made her that much more a delicious treat.

The first few men to put their lips on Alice's crotch savored her taste. She was a little salty, and the men sucked greedily on her vulva. They licked her mons, appreciating the ammoniated taste of even the small amount of urine still clinging to her skin. They ran their tongues up and down her fissure, probing deeply into her sensitive crevices. Her skin was soft, but the pink-red mucosa in the center was velvety slick and divine.

But in stark contrast to the pleasure the men were experiencing, Alice was in pain. Many of the men had facial hair, and the rough stubble rubbed painfully against her sensitive skin. And although they were just using their tongues to explore her, her young vulva was still so sensitive that their tongues rubbing up and down into her slit were causing significant discomfort. When they sucked on her clit and flicked it rapidly with their tongues, Alice arched her back and grunted. Some even tried to push the tips of their tongues as far as they could into her vagina, but the entrance to her hole was still guarded by her unbroken hymen. They even probed their tongues against her urethra, which stung considerably.

More than half an hour had passed, and Alice had been thoroughly tasted. The men were so riled up and frenzied that half of them had already undressed with pre-ejaculate dripping from their male organs.

They were ready to rape her.

Although Alice herself was dry as a bone, no lubrication was required for penetration. The men had produced so much pre-ejaculate, that the first rapist was able to get her little vaginal slit gleaming with slime by just rubbing his penile head in between her labia and milking his shaft.

He pushed, but her little hole was so small that his first few attempts were unsuccessful, despite him being rock-hard.

He pushed again, but this time, grabbed hold of her tiny hips and pulled towards himself. Alice screamed as her tiny hole gave way to his adult shaft. Her hymen had broken and she was now bleeding.

He pushed again, burying himself deeper into the child. Her thin, undeveloped vaginal walls gripped his member tightly. Alice howled in pain.

Alice was only a year or two away from starting puberty, and her vagina was still mostly pre-pubescent. It was shorter in length than an adult's, and its walls were beefy red and thin, unlike the thick, muscled layers of an adult vagina. Adult female vaginas following puberty had to change to be able to stretch and take considerable punishment. After all, they did allow passage of babies. Alice's vagina, on the other hand, was sensitive and tender. It was not meant to deliver babies yet, let alone undergo intercourse. Making insertion of an object extremely painful in prepubescent children was nature's way saying that these vaginas were not yet ready to be used.

But this man did not know this, and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared.

The shaft of his penis didn't even cover half-way before the tip of his member made contact with her cervix. He thrusted harder, pushing her cervix and tiny uterus deeper into her abdominal cavity, stretching the already thin vaginal walls to their limits to finally accommodate most, though not all, of his shaft.

And then he began to pump, slowly, at first. Alice was so dry and tight that even this was a tiny but painful for him. However, as more pre-ejaculate and blood lubricated the rape, he quickened his pace. As the rape progressed, the men undid the chain tying her ankles down so that her rapist could grab her legs and lift them above his shoulders. Alice's insides shifted slightly upon every thrust, and waves of force rippled from her crotch to her torso every time the man's thighs slapped loudly against hers.

It didn't take long for her first rapist to ejaculate into her, lubricating her walls and making entry for her second rapist much easier. It wasn’t until her second rape that Alice tore. Blood began to ooze from her vaginal opening. Her second rapist was rather well-endowed, and not only did he thrust with greater speed and force, he was also a bit more adventurous than the first. He decided mid-rape that he was going to be the first to sodomize her.

The man removed his penis from her vagina, covered in semen and blood. He pushed his finger into Alice's rectum and wiggled it around, causing Alice to react by squeezing her sphincter tightly. It took him several attempts and more than a minute, but he finally succeeded in pushing his penis into her anus, and with a firm pull on her hips, he had made it all the way into her rectum. Cheered on by his friends, he began alternating thrusts between her bleeding vagina and anus.

Alice screamed in anguish as she was raped by these men. Every thrust shook her tiny body, sending tiny waves of force that reverberated through her vocal cords, rhythmically interrupted her screams. She was so consumed with pain that she could not even register the attempts some of the men were making to get her to keep her mouth open. They decided they could not risk her biting down from the pain and during her screams, they slipped a ring gag into her mouth.

Two lines formed. One line was for raping and sodomizing the girl, and the other line was to rape her orally.

Alice was violently savaged for hours from both ends until all of the men had ejaculated several times and were too tired to continue. Some would leave the room to grab a drink or have a cigarette and return when they could muster the energy to get in line and continue. Dmitri was the most violent and sadistic of the men. He would slap Alice as he raped her, pinch her nipples and twist them with reckless abandon. And when he was finished, he would often just stand at the back of the room observing the rest of his men take turns on her, while he puffed his cigar.

Alice lost consciousness several times. The men who were raping her throat sometimes would forget to let the poor girl breathe. Dmitri, despite his cruelty, was ever vigilant to keep the men from suffocating Alice. When Dmitri would see the girl lose consciousness and cease all forms of struggle, he would pry the man orally raping her away and allow the girl to recover and catch her breath. As soon as Alice had enough time to breathe, Dmitri would allow the throat rape to continue.

The one-sided orgy lasted all day and all night. Long before its end Alice had already lost the will and energy to move or struggle. She had lost her voice as well. All told, nearly thirty men had had their way with the girl. The room had been so crowded that many chose to rest in the hallway outside. It was much cooler outside of the room anyways.

Those that were still in the room were either sitting with their backs against the walls, smoking cigarettes, napping, or chatting. Occasionally, one would get up with his buddy and the two would rape her, but because Alice was now covered in so many bodily fluids, was so bloodied and bruised, and was so limp and lifeless that most of the men were no longer interested or aroused.

Dmitri stood up to inspect the abused girl lying ruined on the table. She was leaking blood from every major orifice. She had lost quite a bit of blood. Layers of dried blood and semen had been smeared all over her body. Her ankle and wrists had been unbound hours ago because she stopped putting up a resistance.

Dmitri ordered his men to lift up her body and remove the table from underneath her, resting her down on the floor, which was covered in her own vomit, smeared with dirt from the bottom of his men's boots, and mixed in with more of the little girl's blood and their semen. Her hair was matted, dirty, and sticky. Her skin was covered in scratches and bite marks. Light bruising all over her body but especially around her breasts and genitalia were beginning to form.

Dmitri ordered all of the men that day to get in line and in one final act of desecration to this once heavenly angel, ordered them to take turns urinating over the girl. Urine splashed over her face, causing her to retch and cough, spewing pungent urine into the air. When they had finished, Dmitri ordered all but his own men away. The couple of guards that remained mopped up the mess.

Alice, who looked dead, was dragged out of the room and into the shower room, where she was hosed down with soap and water, scrubbed with a thick hard brush, dried, and finally covered in anti-septic ointment and bandages. She was then inspected inside and out by a doctor, who was always imprisoned at the facility. She had lost a significant amount of blood and needed several bags of fluid. Her vagina had several major tears that required immediate stitching, and her anus had also fissured in several locations, but it was determined that a surgical repair was unnecessary. In addition, her skin had been scratched and bitten in so many locations that the doctor examining her ordered for her to receive large prophylactic of antibiotics to fight inevitable infection.

A barely conscious Alice was placed in a stretcher and carried back to the room with the cameras where she was raped, where she was not even afforded the decency of a room or a mattress. In the corner of the room now appeared a six foot by six foot cubical cage that had been placed while she was being cleaned. The bottom was lined with a hard gymnastics-like blue mat. The guards tossed her in and locked her cage. Alice, thoroughly exhausted, quickly feel asleep.

After a brief shower, Dmitri himself visited the small cage that Alice was being kept in. The child's hair was clean again, though knotted, and her wounds were bandaged up. Although she had just been through hell, she looked so peaceful in her slumber.

Unfortunately, Dmitri thought to himself, if she survived over the next few days, this nightmare was just getting started for her.


Chapter 3

That night, Alice had nightmares.

When she woke, she saw Dmitri enter with a few of his assistants. They opened the cage for her.

"Crawl out, like a little doggie," said Dmitri.

Alice looked up at the man. She got on her hands and knees, and crawled out of the cage. Her knees hurt as they made contact with the hard white linoleum floor outside of her cage.

"Get up, but stay on your knees," said Dmitri.

Alice lifted her head and torso up straight. She kept her arms at her side. Dmitri walked up to her and wrapped a dog collar around her neck. He then grabbed from one of his assistants a dog bowl and placed it down on the ground in front of her, only a few feet away from her knees.

"Eat it, little doggie" Dmitri said to the little girl in front of him.

Alice was starving. She hadn't eaten in so long, at least for over a day. The dog bowl was filled with a brown pasty mush.

"Eat it," Dmitri repeated as he pointed towards a dog bowl placed in front of Alice.

"I made it myself, you know," Dmitri said. "If you don't eat it, I will be offended. And of course, you will be punished. This is what you will eat while you are here. It's a special mix of dry dog food and vitamins. You may be wondering why it looks so moist. Well, I have asked my men that work here to donate to me every day fresh semen, which for some reason they are more than willing to do so, and have lots of. With these ingredients, I blend it in. And don't worry. It's very nutritious. It might not look it, but it is a very balanced diet. But for today, I add something extra, something special for your first time."

Dmitri unzipped his pants and urinated into the bowl, covering the sides of the mush in the bowl with a pool of yellow liquid.

Alice looked at the contents of the dog bowl in front of her again. She was starving, but even then, she had lost her appetite to after what Dmitri just did. She looked at Dmitri again, who slapped her in the face hard.

Alice had no choice. She lowered her head, and opened her mouth. Her throat was still sore from the oral rapes yesterday. However, right before she took a bite, she took a whiff of the putrid mush and lifted her head.

She pleaded with Dmitri in a raspy voice.

"Please, mister. Please, don't make me eat that. I'll eat anything else but that."

Dmitri kicked her in the ribs and grabbed an electric cattle prod from one of his men.

"Eat it now, or I'll introduce you to my best friend."

Alice had no idea what the rod he was carrying could do, but she wasn't in a hurry to find out. She lowered her head once more and licked the mush. Instantly, she dry retched, and moments later, she felt a powerful jolt in her right thigh. The intense electric current burned and was extremely painful. The spot where she was shocked lingered with residual soreness.

"This is a cattle prod, little girl. It's normally used for cattle, which are several times bigger than you are. But here, this is used for bad little girls who do not follow directions. Like you. This time I want you to really swallow. If you vomit, I want you to keep the vomit in. I'm going to give you more time today to eat it than I will after today, but I do want to see this bowl clean when you are done. Again! Get on your knees! I want your face down into the bowl and I want to see you eating. Now!"

Alice felt another jolt, but this time it was on the side of her ribs. It hurt just as intense. She got on her knees and lowered her face.

"Ass in the air! Raise your ass into the air!" Dmitri shouted, tapping her butt with his prod.

Alice raised her butt into the air towards the ceiling. Dmitri lowered his prod so that the tip was touching her anus. Alice yelped and retracted her buttocks slightly in response to the intrusion.

"I want to see you swallow every last drop of it, or I introduce my friend to your cute little asshole here." Dmitri said, with an evil grin.

Alice held her breath and began to eat, taking huge gulps. She retched again, spilling what little she had eaten onto the floor, and without delay, lurched forward in agony from the powerful shock delivered to her anus, landing her chest onto the half eaten contents of the dog bowl and onto her own vomit.

"Clean it up!" Dmitri ordered. "I want you to clean up all of your vomit, and when you are done, I want you to finish what's in the bowl!"

It took nearly an hour of retching and subsequently getting punished with electricity, but Alice was finally able to lick up her vomit and clean up her dog bowl. Her throat was burning, and her anus was throbbing. She felt sick.

"Good," Dmitri said. "I know that yesterday was difficult, and frankly I am surprised you survived. You are a tough little girl. You lost a lot of blood. I was afraid that maybe we were going to kill you. I congratulate you for surviving, but you may be the unlucky one. You will pray for death long before it actually comes."

Alice's heart dropped.

"But today, will be different. In fact, for the next few days, you will get to rest. You little pussy is beaten up, for sure, and we cannot afford to have any of your stitches break. You little asshole was pretty torn up too. The doctor warned us that anytime we put you through this kind of stress that we give your body time to rest too. Something about your kidneys. I wasn't paying attention to that silly man. But my boss wants you alive and mostly well, so we will listen to the doctor this time. The last few men we have tortured seemed to die much too quick. I wonder if it was because we did not listen to the doctor? But we won't make that mistake this time. And we want you to last, so you will have some time off to heal."

"We will spend some time today going over the rules. You would do well to remember that you are nothing here. You are worthless. You are no better than the dirt underneath my boot, and the shit that my men squeeze from their asses. Do you understand?"

Tears welled up Alice's eyes.

"I want you to say you understand, and when you do, I want you to address me as master," Dmitri barked.

Alice hesitated. Dmitri lifted up the cattle prod.

"Yes, master."

"Yes, master, what?" Dmitri retorted.

"Yes, master, I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"That I am worthless," Alice sobbed.

"How old are you, little girl?" Dmitri asked.

"Ten years old."

"You are forgetting the magic word."

"Ten years old, master."

"Good. Now lay down on your back. That's good. Grab your knees and bring them to your chest. Good girl. Now, I am going to give you some anatomy lessons so that you may follow my directions better in the future."

"This here," Dmitri poked the tip of the cattle prod on the opening of Alice's vagina, "is a pussy or a cunt."

Alice looked down at her privates where the tip was making contact.

"This here," Dmitri poked the tip of the prod onto her anus, "is an asshole."

Alice retracted slightly.

"These are your tits."

Dmiti poked her chest with his instrument.

"This is your ass."

Dmitri lightly kicked Alice's buttocks.

"Ok, quiz. What's this?"

"My pussy," Alice responded.

"Good. Also called?" Dmitri asked.

"A cunt" Alice murmured.

"Louder!"

"A cunt," Alice said louder.

"Good. These?"

"My tits."

"And this?"

"Ow. My asshole."

"Good. Now get back on your knees."

Alice got back up and kneeled in front of Dmitri.

"You will have two meals like this a day. I expect you to lick it clean every single time. If you do not, you will be punished. This of course, is obvious. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"You will never talk balk. You will never show disrespect. You will always do as you are told, without protest or hesitation. If you do, you will be punished. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master."

"If you are good, you will be rewarded. But I will not lie. Most of your time here will be suffering. The purpose of your existence now is pain. You are my slave now. You are to do my bidding. You are an object. My property. Property of the organization I work for. If you try to escape, we will not only capture you, we will multiply your punishments. You are my little pet, my fuck-meat. Your pussy, your ass, your tongue, everything you feel, inside and out, everything you see, hear, and taste, are now under my control. You own none of that. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master."

"And when you are not servicing my men or being the little superstar of my little movie," Dmitri points to the cameras on the corners of the room, "you will be cleaning this facility. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. Come with me."

Alice got up. Two guards followed closely behind. It was painful to walk. Her groin was extraordinarily sore and it ached severely every step she took a step. She hobbled as fast as she could behind Dmitri.

She was led down the hallway and into a large restroom with urinals that lined the walls. A bucket filled with soap and water had been placed in the center of the room. Next to it lay a rag and a thick brush.

"You are to clean this restroom by the end of the day. I want all of the toilets spotless. I want the floor spotless. If they are not clean by the end of the day, I will be asking you to finish the job with your tongue. Is that understood, my little fuck-toy?"

Alice swallowed. She looked around the room in disbelief. The floor was disgusting. It was streaked with dirt, urine, and feces. The urinals looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years. Cigarette butts were piled so high that the men had given up on flushing and had resigned to urinate into the spent tobacco ends.

Alice saw Dmitri move towards her and place the tip of his cattle prod in between her legs.

"I said, my pretty cunt-meat, is that understood?"

"Yes, master, "Alice stuttered, "I understand."

"Good," Dmitri motioned to the two guards behind Alice, "You two, stay and watch her. Don't let her leave your sight."

Alice swallowed again. She watched Dmitri leave the room. She looked at the two guards beside the restroom door. They were staring greedily at her naked body. One of them had a massive erection under his pants. The other had produced a portable camcorder from a bag he was carrying at his side. It didn’t seem like there was going to be much time at all when Alice was not being filmed.

Alice turned back around to face the immensity of her task. She took a step forward, but slipped on the filth that lined the floor, falling on her buttocks. She got up, dirtied and bruised. She had never cleaned before. But the job looked simple enough. She started by grabbing the rag and wiping the floor with it. In no time, the rag had soaked up the filthy slime to its limit, and Alice had to make frequent trips to the sink to clean it up. Hours passed, as well as dozens of trips to the sink. Alice wished she had a mop. It was already painful enough to walk around, but her back was already getting sore from the constant alternating between crouching and standing. Her knees and buttocks were already filthy from falling on the floor several times.

Finally, when the floor began to look even somewhat clean, she began to work on the urinals, grabbing the urine-soaked cigarette butts with her both her hands and throwing them down the trash. At this point, she could care less what she touched. The putrid liquid that soaked the cigarettes butts drained down her forearms, dripping generously onto the floor. Exasperated, Alice reached down to grab the rag to clean up mess. She countered this problem by cupping both of her hands against her belly to carry the next handful of cigarette butts. The rancid yellow-brown liquid instead found its way between the cracks of her hands and trickled down her belly all the way down to her crotch, some of it dripping off her labia down onto the floor, and some of it flowing down her inner thighs.

Alice was starting to get frustrated. She no longer cared that she was getting dirty. But cleaning these cigarettes was ruining the work she had done on the floors. Suddenly, the idea dawned on her to simply move the trash can closer to the urinals. She could hear the guards behind her cackle.

The task was no joke. It did indeed take Alice all day to clean the restroom, and when Dmitri returned, the restroom still looked like a mess, though considerably improved.

Dmitri was impressed. He honestly did not expect this little girl to do such a good job. He half expected her to give up and sob on the floor the entire day. This little girl was a tough one. Tougher than most of his men. Tougher than most of his previous victims. However, Alice was filthy, and smelled of human decay and waste. He ordered his guards to take her to the shower room, but this time, instead of rinsing her with the water from the shower head, he ordered his guards to bring in a high pressure water hose. Just for fun, Dmitri thought.

Alice was blasted with high pressure cold water onto her chest. The water current was so strong, and Alice was so light in weight that she was instantly knocked down onto the ground onto her back. The water was unrelenting, that she tumbled backwards a few times before hitting the back wall of the shower room. Alice curled onto her side into a fetal position, using her back as protection. Dmitri found this to be an unacceptable solution and ordered that her arms be bound and pulled up to ceiling by a chain. In addition, a cuff was attached to her right ankle, and her right leg was pulled up as well, lewdly exposing her genitals.

The water was turned on again. Alice was sprayed head to toe. She choked and gasped for air when the current struck her face as she turned to the side, held her breath, and shutting her eyes tightly. When the current struck her chest, the pellets of water stung her skin. Collateral streams of stinging water sprayed in every direction, striking the underside of her chin. When the water hit her abdomen, it felt like she was getting punched in the gut. But it was unrelenting. Alice tightened her belly and fought back the urge to puke.

The worst part, however, was when the water struck her in the genitals. They were still sore from yesterday. But the water beat her wounded vulva with unremitting ferocity. But even then Dmitri was unsatisfied with the angle of contact the water was making with her genitals, so he ordered his men to lift Alice's remained leg off the ground by pulling her other ankle towards the ceiling. He made sure her legs were spread wide open by placing a spreader bar in between her ankles. Alice was now hanging from the ceiling by all fours, facing up. Her vagina and anus were now defenseless.

When the current was turned back on, the water pressure was so great that it hit every nook and cranny hidden between her labial folds with cruel force. Water spewed into her vaginal cavity and filled it, stretching it, and battering it from the inside out, eventually ripping open the sutures placed there the day before.

The water was hitting Alice with such force that it even began forcing its way into the opening of her urethra and even her anus. The water whipped her body ferociously, while simultaneously violating her.

Alice was pummeled with the high pressure current until Dmitri was satisfied. Many of her cuts from yesterday had reopened from the force of the water. He then ordered his men to scrub her thoroughly with thick bristled toilet scrubs. The soap suds began as white, but after only a minute of scrubbing, they soon turned pink-red. It didn't bother Dmitri one bit. After she was thoroughly scrubbed on the outside, Dmitri ordered his men to insert a soaped toothbrush into both Alice's vagina and rectum to clean her on the inside as well. When they were finished, Alice was covered in bloodied soap suds. Dmitri turned on the water again and blasted her body briefly with high pressure water to rinse her off.

When they were finished, Alice was dragged back to the infirmary. All of her cuts were once again covered with antiseptic ointment and bandaged. Her vaginal lacerations were stitched back up, and Dmitri was once again warned of using excessive violence with such a fragile creature. Alice was placed on the stretcher, and carried back to her cage in the room with cameras, where she curled up into a fetal position, fresh blood still slowly leaking from her nether orifices.


Chapter 4

For the next few days, Alice was placed under close observation. The doctor at the facility, an American ex-pat trauma surgeon named Dr. Dr. Gurkovsky Gurkovsky who had lived in Moscow for several years, was worried about her. Though no life-threatening injuries had been made, he worried that Alice needed to be given more time for her wounds to heal. Alice had so many cuts and bruises that blood loss was a significant concern for him, not to mention infection. He warned Dmitri not to be too excessive with his cruelty, but he too had to be careful not to offend him. He was a prisoner himself. His wife had owed the Pushkins a lot of money, and in exchange for clemency from the mafia for his wife, he had offered to work for them. What he didn't know was that they intended on making him a permanent employee.

Nobody went looking for him when he started working for the them, because the very next day a charred body was found inside his burnt car. His ID was found stuffed in the glove compartment, which had miraculously survived the fire, and the records at the morgue showed a perfectly matching set of dental records. Nobody suspected any foul play. The police were so corrupt and lazy that they accepted the evidence and forged dental records without even batting an eye. For all intents and purposes, he was dead to the world and a slave to the mafia. Not even his young daughter went looking for him. She too had accepted the circumstances surrounding his death.

Dr. Gurkovsky had been imprisoned at the facility and had served the Pushkins for several years now. He had treated all manner of injuries. Sometimes he would treat mafia henchmen injured in a fight. Other times, he would be treating their victims. He was warned that any offense or disobedience would be met with severe punishment. They often reminded him that they always knew where his daughter lived and went to school. Dr. Gurkovsky hated his life and cursed his oppressors, but he dared not cross them. The risks were too great. Even so, Dr. Gurkovsky was worried about this new young victim he had been caring for, Alice. He had taken care of many men before who had been tortured by the Russian mob. Each he felt pity for, but could no nothing to end their situation. But this was different. This was beyond atrocious. These men were now torturing a little girl.

She was a tiny thing who weighed no more than 70 pounds and was no taller than four and a half feet. The poor thing had not even started puberty, and was already getting raped by grown men. He remembered the first day he had to tend to the girl's wounds. This poor child was bleeding everywhere. Blood was oozing from her orifices. She was barely conscious. When Dr. Gurkovsky opened Alice's vagina to take a look, he identified severe internal lacerations that required suturing. Dr. Gurkovsky was given no anesthetic to work with, but despite no pain relief, when he stitched Alice's vaginal walls up, she did not move a muscle or make a noise. The poor girl had already been through so much that she did not even notice the needle threading in and out of her vaginal walls.

He checked up on Alice nearly every day. Dr. Gurkovsky had ordered at least six weeks of rest for the girl, far longer than what he felt these wounds required, but he had to over-estimate for the girl's sake. Dmitri paid no attention to him recommendations, however. He gave Alice two days to rest. The only thing Alice had to do those two days was to eat her brown mush given in the dog bowl twice a day. Dr. Gurkovsky insisted that the girl be given real food, more nutritious food, but when threatened by Dmitri that if he ever criticized the girl's diet ever again, that Dr. Gurkovsky himself would be eating the same slop that Alice had to eat.

After these two days of rest, Alice was put back to work again, cleaning the latrines and now even the kitchen. At least she wasn't being raped anymore, Dr. Gurkovsky thought to himself.

Two more weeks elapsed, and finally Dmitri decided that Alice was OK to service men again. It wasn't that he himself was eager to start tormenting the girl again. It wasn't even that he was horny. Sample recordings of her gang rape on her first day had made it to those in the mafia who had ordered her capture in the first place. No one had imagined how pretty Alice would be or how intoxicating it was to witness her suffering. They couldn't get enough of the little girl. They even couldn't get enough of watching Dmitri dominate and recklessly punish her. They wanted more, but before they damaged her body anymore, they wanted to milk her beauty and youth for all it was worth.

Alice was precious cargo now. When higher ups in the organization weren't visiting her to rape her, they selling her off to the highest bidder. The demand for Alice was unlimited. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Ivory-white skin. The prettiest and cutest face with a firm supple body. And not only was this girl in their possession, nothing was off limits. Soon, the richest men from around the world were lining up to have a taste of this little American girl.

Men would pay the Pushkins top dollar to spend a day with her. Some of these men were gentle, would touch her, kiss her, hug her, and brush her hair. They would make love to her gently while tonguing her mouth deeply, pretending that she was their lolita lover. They would tell her they loved her and that they would take her home with them, but the top brass in the organization would not allow it. Alice could not leave.

Other men were cruel. These men had to pay double, triple, even five times the going rate with Alice for just a few hours with her. These men did not kiss her or hug her. These men were watched closely at all times by Dmitri to ensure they did not damage her permanently, but there were still creative ways to make Alice suffer and satisfy their need for gratuitous sexual violence. Some of them would tie her up in the most vulgar positions, slap her until she was red and swollen, squeeze her and twist her breast buds until they leaked a sticky white fluid, before raping her viciously. Some others brought with them electric batons that they would use to sodomize her. With the device deep in her rectum they would turn the current on and watch the poor girl thrash about on the floor clenching her buttocks and screaming to high heaven. Some men preferred to use Alice as a toilet and urinate all over her. They would defecate over her body, force her to smear the fecal matter over herself, and then make her lick their anuses clean with her tongue.

Dmitri always kept a strict eye on these men. He had rules, and if they were broken, they were never invited to do business with the Pushkins again. No punching or kicking. No biting. Bruising was be kept to a minimum. No severe whipping or caning, as these tended to leave permanent scars, but Dmitri did permit light flogging and open hand striking. Sometimes these sessions were so rough that Dmitri would stop the encounter prematurely, shoo the offender out of the room, and be forced to give Alice a few days to physically recover.

And then there were those days that Alice hated most, when men would bring their animals. Alice had never felt more sub-human than on those days. Some men would bring their dogs so that they could watch their pets mount Alice. These sessions were very painful for her, as she was often clawed and sometimes even bitten, and regardless of whether they forced Alice into having vaginal or anal sex with the beasts, they often resulted in her getting hurt. Medium-sized dogs like Collies would mount Alice, and after pumping her for a minutes, the base of their penises would swell into a knot the size of a tennis ball inside her, simultaneously tearing and trapping her in the process. Alice would be helpless and the two creatures would be interlocked because the knot would be too large to pull out. This would usually last for half an hour or so until the dog's penis returned to normal. Larger dogs had longer penises, and the base of their penis would usually stop at the entrance of her orifice unable to enter, which Alice preferred, but these dogs were much rougher with her. When they pumped, the tips of their penises struck her cervix or colon with great force, and her entire body would shudder as they thrust rabidly. Oftentimes, in addition to being forced to offer her bottom to these dogs, Alice was also forced to give fellatio to their dogs. Some men would even bring in small ponies to rape Alice. No matter the scenario, rarely did she ever leave these sessions without injury.

Alice also hated it when men would bring snakes and eels. Sometimes they would try to thread the snake into her vagina. It was a terrible experience feeling them squirm inside of her. Others would try to push these creatures as far up her rectum as possible. They would thrash about in her colon and cause her significant cramping until they ran out of oxygen and died. In one instance, Dr. Gurkovsky had to pull a snake out of her body that had died and become trapped inside her colon.

Probably the most exotic animal that was shoved inside her was an octopus, although when the creature finally made it inside her vagina, she could feel nearly nothing but a sensation of fullness. The walls of her vagina had gripped the creature so tightly that it could not move. Still, it was beyond disgusting. She made it a point, however, to try to react as little as possible when these men experimented with her body in the most perverse ways. Most of the time she was successful in maintaining some semblance of control, but sometimes she would lose complete control, give in to the pain or humiliation, and sob or wail through the experience.

More than two months passed by for Alice, living this way. The Pushkins had profited quite a bit already from her, enough to actually offset the losses the organization suffered from her father. Those in charge of the situation ordered that enough whoring had been done, and that it was time to continue with their original plan. Finally, Dmitri, thought to himself. He was allowed to work again.

Alice woke up one morning to the scraping of a metal chair being dragged into the center of the room, next to her cage. The metal chair looked odd, however. The bottom had a large hole in it. It looked like a cross between a toilet and a chair. Alice did not have a good feeling about this. She looked to the cameras in the corners of the room. Their red blinking lights indicated that they had already been started. The next thing that was brought in was a large rusty pump, followed by a large tank of clear liquid. Alice's heart beat faster. What were they going to do to her?

Dmitri ordered one of his men to attach a flexible metal tube to the pump, but the other end of the tube looked strange, like it had a deflated ball at its end. Dmitri muttered something to the man standing next to him, who opened Alice's cage. Alice crawled out slowly.

Dmitri looked at Alice, "Turn around, and stay on your hands and knees. I want you to also push your little asshole out."

No surprise to Alice. They were planning on pushing the tube into her butt. She studied the tube from the corner or her eye. It was large, but it didn't look impossible. Some of them men she had serviced had put even larger objects in her already.

She grunted when the head of the tube was being pushed in. It didn't have a dome top and was not smooth, so it hurt quite a bit going in, but as Dmitri shoved it in, he used plenty of lubrication. Alice guessed that tearing her asshole wasn't what he wanted to do just yet today.

And then she felt something strange. When the tube went in as far as it could, Dmitri started pumping up the end of the device, which held the deflated ball. The more he pumped, the more the ball inflated, and soon, Alice was truly in pain. It felt like a baseball was now lodged inside of her rectum, not unlike the feeling she felt when she was being raped anally by the dogs. She had a powerful urge to defecate, but was unable to expel the object. And then, they turned the pump on.

Alice's colon quickly filled with the warm saline water. Within minutes, her lower abdomen had dilated and Alice was already beginning to cramp. She wanted to curl into a ball and lay on her side, but when she did so, Dmitri barked at her to stay on her hands and knees. He gave her a shock with the cattle prod on her side for good measure as well. A few more minutes passed and soon the liquid started to trickle into her small intestine. Before long, Alice's belly was full and taut. It looked like she was 30 weeks pregnant. When the water had no more room to go in her small intestine, it forced its way into her stomach, causing her to retch, spilling putrid stool-tinged fecal water all over the floor in front of her. The pump continued to run, and Alice continued to vomit. Not only was Alice suffering from the pain in her stretched rectum, but she was also sick to her stomach. Her entire abdomen had been stretched outwards and her intestines grotesquely dilated internally, causing her severe cramping throughout her midsection. Round after round of acrid bitter water passed through both her mouth and through her nostrils as she vomited, until soon the water was no longer brown in color. When the water was running clear, the pump was stopped, and the tube clamped.

Alice was then lifted up by Dmitri's assistants, despite still vomiting saline, and placed onto the chair. The tube protruding from her anus had been threaded carefully through the hole on the bottom. They then tied her ankles down to the front legs of the chair, spreading her legs apart. Alice's arms were bound behind the chair. A ring gag was placed into Alice's mouth. Dmitri then ordered his assistants from bring in a table and place it next to Alice's sitting in her chair. After they brought the table, they brought in a large metal box with multiple dials and knobs. One of the guards carried with him a bag, which he placed next to the device. Dmitri walked over to the table, removed an armful of wires from the bag and began connecting them to the metal box. He then removed handfuls of metal clamps with jagged teeth from the bag as well.

Dmitri began clipping these metal clamps all over Alice's body. He began by clipping her nipples, then her tongue and upper lip, and then the soft fleshy skin of her armpits. In addition, he clipped an electrode on her index fingers and her big toes.

He then moved down to work in between her legs. Dmitri clamped one onto her clitoral hood, and two each on her labia majora. He went back into his bad and grabbed from it a metal dildo with retractable barbs. He inserted this into her vagina. After the dildo was inserted, the barbs were released, lodging themselves and cutting into her girl flesh, securing the metal dildo firmly in place. And then, to finish it off, a large alligator clamp, like the kind that attaches to car batteries, was firmly attached to the flexible metal tube protruding from her anus.

After the men mopped up the mess on the floor that Alice had made by vomiting, Dmitri started the device. The first wave of current from the device struck her in the vagina and tongue. Alice was hit by so much pain so suddenly that she could not scream. She tightened the muscles around her vagina, cutting the walls of her sensitive channel deeper into the barbs of the dildo. She gurgled into her gag.

The current hummed and fluctuated in intensity, peaking in intensity every second. And then it began to jump and alternate rapidly between her vagina and tongue. The pattern that the electricity used to attack her body seemed entirely random, and lasted for nearly three minutes. Alice was starting to sweat profusely. Droplets of sweat formed on her forehead. Her chest glistened with perspiration.

A second current hit her, this time striking her nipples and anus at maximum intensity. Alice clenched her butt cheeks and squeezed her shoulders together. Alice began to lose control and panic. Her eyes widened. She shrieked like a wild animal and thrashed about in her restraints. And then the current disappeared for a few seconds, only to return on her armpits and toes. This continued for ten minutes, always striking at random intervals, always unpredictable.

Dmitri had programmed this machine not just to hit different parts of the body randomly, it also did so at a random intervals, with random patterns, and at random frequencies. Alice would be unable to guess what struck her next, and therefore would be wholly unprepared for whatever pain was in store for her next.

Hours passed, and the floor underneath Alice was now puddled with her bodily fluids. Alice was dripping sweat from her forehead, chest, and armpits. It streamed down her body, following her every contour, and bathing her every fold. Alice was also unable to control her bladder anymore. Urine squirted from between her legs during the more powerful sessions of current. Alice had vomited a few times, but still, the liquid was clear in colr. A constant stream of tears fell from her eyes down her cheeks. Saliva from her mouth had already connected with her chest to form an unbroken stream of sticky liquid. Her hair was matted, and already, she looked exhausted and spent.

A fresh session of current passed into Alice, searing her clitoris and anus. Alice was now too tired to scream. She only moaned when the current hit, and continued to moan when it jumped from her clitoris to her left nipple, from her left nipple to left big toe, from big toe to her anus, from her anus to her right labia, from her labia to her upper lip, from her lip to her right armpit, and from her right armpit back to her clitoris. She was in so much agony, that she was in her own world now, with no awareness of her surroundings whatsoever.

Dmitri had filled her abdomen with saline water on purpose. Normally, intense sessions of electric torture required frequent rehydration with IV fluids because it's subjects would perspire so greatly. This was his first time trying this, but he hoped that there was no need to do so here. As Alice sweated, vomited, cried, drooled, and urinated from the intensity of her torture, her body would absorb simply replace any lost fluid it from her gut. The torture was over when her belly returned to a normal size. Dmitri was rather proud of himself for thinking of this. He only hoped that it was going to work.

It took nearly 13 hours for Alice's belly to fall back to normal size and the liquid inside her gut to make its way onto the floor through sweat, tears, and urine. Alice was a wilted mess. She seemed delirious.

Dmitri removed the clamps from her body. He deflated the balloon and pulled the metal tube out. He retracted the barbs from the dildo in her vagina and pulled that out as well. She was slick with sweat. Her untied her wrists and ankles and laid her lifeless body down onto the ground, where she lay motionless in a giant puddle of fluid. This was how he wanted to take Alice. He could not help himself, nor did he want to.

Dmitri unzipped his pants and crouched over her face, pressing his erect member against her lips. With the ring gag still in place, he did not need to fear her biting him. He pushed his penis in all the way to her throat, stopping when the base of his testicles rested neatly on Alice's nostrils. She opened her eyes, still somewhat delirious. She looked at Dmitri and then to the side. She made no noise or movement, and then when she realized that she could not breathe, began to squirm, however, she was too weak to struggle or even push Dmitri out of the way. Dmitri pumped in and out of Alice's throat until she lost consciousness, at which Dmitri ejaculated into her throat. Alice awoke in a coughing fit, spewing semen into the air. And when the semen had cleared her throat and she could breathe normally again, she fell back into a deep sleep.

She was not taken to the shower and washed that day. The men simply dragged her sopping wet body back into her cage. Dmitri motioned to one of the guards to turn off the cameras and to fetch the doctor. They were done for the day. Satisfied with his work, Dmitri walked toward the door and into the hallway, past Dr. Gurkovsky who was just now rushing into the room with his stethoscope to check up on Alice.

Dr. Gurkovsky was relieved when he put his stethoscope to Alice's chest. Alice's heart was beating just fine, and though her breathing was labored, she was OK. He looked at the heinous devices surrounding the cage. The chair with a hole the bottom. The electrical box with its dozens of wires. The water pump and its metal tube. Dr. Gurkovsky's feet were wet. He had stepped into a rather large puddle of clear liquid in the center of the room next to the cage. But the liquid had a strong odor. Like a combination of urine and sweat. He didn't want to guess what had just happened, but whatever it was, it had to be terrible.

Dr. Gurkovsky put his hand over Alice's forehead, stroked it, and began to cry, his tears falling and splashing into the ground below. Somebody had to pay for what they were doing to this poor girl. But who dared to?