Chapter 5

Alice was given one week to recover from her last session of torture and assigned to cleaning duty only.

She was starting to enjoy cleaning. She didn't mind the stench anymore. At least she wasn't being hurt. It gave her time to be with her own thoughts. She would daydream of what life was like prior to her kidnapping. What it was like to be back home with her friends and spend her Fridays watching movies with her friends over. She remembered going over to her friends' houses to have sleepovers to talk about boys. Boy, were they fun. She wondered if would ever have another sleepover again, with hot chocolate and pajamas. Alice and her friends would giggle all night. She couldn't even remember what they even talked about. She looked down at her feet and sighed. Pajamas. She wondered if she was ever going to wear clothes again. She wondered if she was ever going to giggle again.

She looked into the mirror next to the urinals. How long had she been here? She couldn't even tell. It felt like years. She was only ten and she was starting to get bags under her eyes. She looked at the emptiness in her eyes. She tried to smile, but she couldn't. Alice could only frown these days. She looked at her body. She only had a few bruises on herself now, mostly almost healed. Her cuts had all healed. She touched her nipples. Still sore. She ran her fingers over her skin. From the looks of it, nobody would even know the amount of pain and torture she had already endured. Her skin was still quite smooth and unblemished.

And then one day, right after Dr. Gurkovsky had given her a quick physical, Dmitri walked in with three other men. They dragged in a heavy device on wheels. Dmitri had on a bag slung over his shoulder, and when the device was in place, he placed the bag on the table next to Alice's cage and took out a large black canister and a hot curling iron. He looked straight at Dr. Gurkovsky.

"You," he said sternly, "You stay this time."

Dr. Gurkovsky looked at the device. It appeared strange, but he could not see a clear purpose for it on first glance. He looked at the black canister and then at the curling iron. Were they going to give Alice curls?

Dmitri put on a pair of gloves, shook the black canister, and sprayed out a white foam onto the curling iron. He rubbed the foam all over the curling iron. Dr. Gurkovsky was confused. Was this some sort of hair product? Dmitri smiled cruelly at Alice and then at Dr. Gurkovsky. He directed one of his men to hold Dr. Gurkovsky from behind. Dr. Gurkovsky was startled. What were they going to do? Why were they holding him back? Dmitri then signaled for the other two men to get behind Alice.

"Hello, my fuck pet. I want you to get on your back, and I want you to do it now," said Dmitri with a twisted smile.

Alice got on her back and lay face up on the cold hard floor.

"Now spread your legs. Good. Bring them up into the air. Very good. Now grab your ankles with your hands."

The two guards behind Alice grabbed onto each arm and leg. Alice's genitals were now obscenely on display. Dr. Gurkovsky looked away. He could not bear to watch. Dmitri plugged the curling iron in, and within a minute, it became quite hot. It was at this moment that Alice figured out where the curling iron was going to go. She bucked her hips to escape, but could not. Dmitri yelled for another guard to come and help to hold down her hips. Dmitri smiled as he brought the hot curling iron close to Alice's face. She felt the heat emanating from the device. He then lowered it slowly, letting her feel the heat the travel down her body. When he got to her crotch, he pulled apart her labia with his left hand, and in one swift motion, pushed the iron deep into her vagina, searing the top layer of her channel.

Alice wailed in anguish as the iron burned the insides of her sensitive feminine flesh. Dmitri did not want to leave the iron in there for too long lest he risk permanent damage. After a few seconds he quickly yanked the iron out and unplugged the device. He waited a few minutes for it to cool, reapplied it with foam from the canister, and shoved it back inside Alice. Alice howled again.

"Military-grade mace, or pepper spray," Dmitri said. "Actually, it's foam. Pepper foam. We used to use pepper spray in our interrogations, but of course, the spray got everywhere in the room. Prisoners and interrogators alike would be coughing and crying. It was quite stupid, actually. But you can thank this foam for that not happening anymore. All I have to do is wear gloves. You see, not only will this shit hurt bad on your pussy, it's going to hurt much worse because I just burnt it too. Hopefully no permanent damage was done, but we'll see."

Dmitri sprayed more foam onto his gloved hands and rubbed it generously all over Alice's vulva and anus, even inserting his finger into her anus and rubbing some of the foam inside her rectum. He made sure that the foam reached every crack and crevice between her feminine slit, even taking care to rub his finger over her urethra. Alice was out of control. Her vagina felt like somebody had set it on fire. She was screaming, bucking her hips wildly, and flopping on the floor like a fish out of water. Dr. Gurkovsky had had enough. He fought to gain control with the guard holding him back, but succeeded only in getting a hard punch to the stomach. Within minutes, Dr. Gurkovsky's wrists were cuffed and secured to a chain attached to a ceiling hook. They were going to force him to watch.

Alice was released by the guards for a moment. She was rolling and writhing on the floor, and grunted in between breaths. Her legs were twisted together and her hands were grabbing her crotch. She trying to catch her breath, but was given no time to rest, for almost immediately, she was lifted up towards the device in the center of the room.

At the very center of this device was a long grey metal pole with a smooth domed top. The pole itself seemed quite thick, nearly two and a half inches in diameter. One of the soldiers lifting Alice up looked a bit confused. The pole seemed too large for a small girl like her, but he said nothing and positioned Alice above the pole.

In addition, intersecting the pole through its very center was a flat vertical metal board. This vertical board a little less than an inch thick. Its top edge was smooth and round, and was located six inches below the tip of the pole's top. At the very base of this device was a flat adjustable platform.

Alice was lifted underneath her armpits and positioned so that she sat on top of the pole. More of the pepper foam was sprayed onto the pole, and even though the pole was positioned directly under her vaginal introitus, still, it did not enter Alice, who was still unrelentingly squirming from the intense pain. Guards on both sides had to hold her feet apart, while another guard had her in a bear hug from behind.

Dr. Gurkovsky could not believe what his eyes were witnessing. He looked at the little girl in front of him with her legs pulled obscenely apart, sitting on top of a pole as thick as a soda can. It was even thicker than her arm. There was no way she could fit around that thing.

It was becoming increasingly clear that even Alice's own weight was not enough to penetrate herself on the huge pole. Dmitri made sure that the domed tip of the pole was at least parting Alice's labia and that the pole itself was adequately coated with pepper foam before he gave the order for the two guards holding her legs to pull down on them. Several attempts were made to pull her down into the pole, and although they elicited bone-chilling cries from the girl, they were mostly unsuccessful. It wasn't until the guard behind her began to force some of his weight slowly onto the girl's hips that without any warning, Alice suddenly slid quickly down the pole, hitting the round edge of the vertical board with the full force of her weight directly down the center of her slit, crushing her pudendal cleft and bisecting her perineum, which had torn violently from the pole's girth. She wailed in anguish. The top of the pole had also violently struck her cervix, which was also now supporting some of her weight. Blood began to trickle down the metal board.

Alice was not left full-weight on this crotch-crushing device just yet. Dmitri wanted her secured firmly on the device before he began his fun. He raised the platform below her feet so that her toes could just barely touch it, giving the flesh between her thighs some time to rest from their hideous trauma.

The men worked quickly around her to secure her to this insidious device. They anchored her ankles to rings on each side of the platform, forcing her to spread he legs. Then, they tied her wrists together and pulled them directly over her head. They then pierced her nipples, which caused Alice to jump just a little, but who was clearly more focused on the searing pain between her legs. It wasn't just the extreme thickness of the pole, which stretched her vaginal walls and tore her introitus, that was causing her untold levels of agony. It was also the fact that her sensitive tissue had just been burnt and smeared with a searing irritant reserved for crowd control.

After the men fitted her with nipple rings, they secured them to a chain that was attached the the front of the vertical board, effectively locking her torso in place. She would be unable to bend backwards due the chain attached to her nipple rings, or lift herself off the massive pole penetrating her, not that she was strong enough to do so in the first place. In addition, she would be unable to bend too far forwards due to the fact that her arms were suspended and locked in place over her head.

When Alice was locked in position, the platform that she had been resting her toes on was lowered once again, just beyond the reach of her outstretched toes. And in a few seconds, the entirety of Alice's weight was once again now resting painfully in the region between her labia. Alice pulled herself up by her wrists, but her relief was short-lasting. She quickly lost the strength to support her weight and once again, was supported only by the flesh between her feminine lips.

And although Alice's legs initially dangled wildly in a struggle against the pain, she learned that the struggling only made the pain worse. The pain was so intense that she could barely think. She felt as though she was dying. Alice's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her breathing was rapid-fire. The torment was unbearable. Only a few minutes passed before she lost consciousness from the hyperventilation, only to be greeted moments later upon awakening to the searing pain that radiated from between her legs.

Dmitri watched Alice grunt from the severe pain, and in between grunts rapidly inhale and exhale. He watched her chest rapidly rise and fall. He chuckled to himself each time she lost consciousness, head falling forward, held up only by her arms that had been pulled over her head.

Half an hour elapsed, and not wanting to risk serious injury from the ischemia building in the tissue between her legs, Dmitri raised the platform below her legs so that Alice's feet could begin to support her weight. Alice instantly felt relieved, and experienced a marked decrease in the level of pain that had been hammering her crushed genitals. But the platform did not stop at Alice's feet. It continued to rise.

As the platform rose, Alice went from a standing position to one that resembled more of a seated position, except she had nothing to support her bottom. When her knees were level with her hips, the platform stopped moving. Alice's legs were bound to the platform, which also forced her to keep them spread. She shuffled her feet forward a little in order to reduce the strain she felt in her hip joints. Her relief was short indeed, and within a minute her thighs were aching and trembling from the strain. When her thighs gave, Alice tried with her arms again to pull herself up, but she did not last long. It wasn't long before Alice was once again resting all of her weight on her crotch, too weak to support herself. Her legs burnt like acid from the strain, as did her arms. Her nipples ached from the tension she put on it when she bent back. And her crotch. Well, that was ground zero. No words could describe the torment she was experiencing there.

Dmitri let her struggle in this position for a while until he was satisfied, and after a few long minutes, lowered the platform, stopping this time at her toes. Once again, Alice was forced to use a different set of muscles to support her weight, and although she held out for quite some time on her toes using her calves and soles, eventually they buckled and gave, resigning her to fate to the object that split her neatly down the middle.

Dmitri was cruel and exacting in his method. He raised and lowered the platform repeatedly, testing and wearing out all of Alice's young muscles, until no part of her, not her arms, not her legs, nor her core, had any strength left to defend her from the onslaught suffered by her groin. Alice struggled when she had the strength, but when she did not, she sat full weight on the device. There wasn't a moment of respite from her suffering. Her entire body burned like fire, from the inside and out. Alice had lost consciousness a few times during the first hour of her torture, but as her torture wore on and she became more acclimated to the pain, her breathing normalized, and she was afforded no more such luxuries. Perspiration covered her young body and dripped to the bloody platform below.

Dr. Gurkovsky himself was in a state of shock. He could not bear to watch this horror show. The screams and the cries of the little girl impaled on the device before him were enough to convince him that this room was the embodiment of Hell itself. He could not fathom how a human being could endure such torment. How was it that God allowed such pain to be dealt to a mortal, pain that surely surpassed that which was experienced by his Son on the cross? Dr. Gurkovsky was furious. But he could do nothing. He only watched helplessly in immense horror and sorrow.

It took only a few hours before Alice was entirely fatigued. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had lengthened. She was no longer struggling nor crying. It was then that Dmitri ordered the guards remove Alice from the monstrous apparatus and lay her down on the floor. Seeing the pool of blood at the base of the device, Dmitri turned to Dr. Gurkovsky.

"Doctor, please fetch a bag of blood for the girl. And an IV. Now!"

Dr. Gurkovsky, enraged shouted back at Dmitri, "I will do no such thing! You are a monster! You're inhuman! You're a sick piece of scum and you deserve to be burned in Hell!"

Dmitri laughed.

"May I remind you," Dmitri smiled, "that I know where your daughter is. Do you really hate your own daughter so much that you wish a similar fate for her?"

Dr. Gurkovsky's soul sank. His face turned pate white. He immediately regretted his outburst.

Dmitri ordered the guards to release Dr. Gurkovsky, who left the room and arrived minutes later with several bags in his arms. Despite his trembling hands, he was able to find Alice's vein, replacing some of her blood and fluid volume.

And then they waited. Dmitri began puffing his cigar once again. Two of the guards lit cigarettes, and after urinating on Alice, one dared the other to try raping her. Chuckling, one of the guards unzipped his pants, exposing his erect member. He looked over at Dmitri, who shrugged his shoulders. The guard then got down on his knees over the motionless girl, and inserted his penis into her bloody vagina, followed only seconds later by a loud cry of pain, immediate removal of his organ, and a doubling over with his hands grabbing his crotch. The pepper foam on Alice was still quite active and was searing his member.

Alice opened her eyes. She turned her head to look at the guard, bent over in pain. She looked to the other side to see both Dmitri and the other guard cackling. She took a deep breath and struggled to get up. She lifted her head and turned her body over to her side, using her hands to brace herself. Dmitri stopped laughing. Seeing movement from Alice, he motioned to the guards, who grabbed her, dragging her once more back to the device.

"Please," Alice begged, "Please, no more. Please, please, please, I can't take it anymore. Please, no more. It hurts so much, I can't do it. Please, just kill me. Just kill me please."

Ignoring Alice's pleas, the guards lifted her up. Urine trickled down her legs. Another guard reapplied the pepper foam to the pole. This time, Alice slid down with little additional effort from the men. Alice moaned and sobbed. How much more of this were they going to force upon her? How much more of this could she take?

Alice's restraints were reapplied, but despite receiving fluid and more blood, Alice's strength gave out within an hour. Dmitri was disappointed that she lasted so much shorter this second round. He had his men detach the chains from her nipple rings and pull Alice up by the large leather cuffs attached to her wrists. Satisfied that enough time had elapsed to prevent permanent damage to her groin, he would lower her back down, crushing her between her legs. Alice continued to cry and whimper.

He did this over and over again, raising and lowering Alice onto the device, until Alice stopped responding and once again appeared unconscious. No longer entertained by the girl, Dmitri had his men remove her from the device one final time. The girl was given one more bag of IV fluids and sent to the shower room to be scrubbed and washed, while the device was wheeled away and the puddle of sweat and blood mopped up.

When she returned, Dr. Gurkovsky, whose eyes had sunken and his movements without life, sewed up the tear in her vagina, which had torn past her perineum and even reached edge of her anus.

Dr. Gurkovsky sobbed throughout the entire procedure. There was blood everywhere. Alice had bled a lot. He struggled to keep his hands steady as he stitched up the child's vagina. When he was finished, he was dragged away by the guards, as was Alice, but back into her cage, where she was allowed to rest for the night.



Chapter 6

For a period of time, Alice was unable to walk.

The injuries she sustained during her last session were much more severe than Dmitri had planned. She had survived a pretty serious tear and some pretty significant blood loss. He was lucky Alice was still alive.

But Alice, though weak, could still crawl, and she was relegated to cleaning the floors. And because her vagina and anus were so damaged, she could give the men fellatio. Dmitri had to be more careful. He had more plans for her, and to have her this debilitated like this was risky. Luckily for Dmitri, Alice was a fast healer.

After only two weeks she was able to hobble around again, and a week after that, she was able to walk normally again. Dmitri breathed a sigh of relief. He had Dr. Gurkovsky check her vagina daily. The lacerations were healing beautifully. She was nearly fully healed, despite there being a nasty scar on her perineum.

Alice was in a deep depression. She had no hope that this was ever going to end for her. She sought ways of killing herself, but she was being monitored at all times. Her cage lacked anything sharp. She only handled soap and water to clean with, and when she tried to swallow the soap and water the guards only forced her to vomit it back up. She tried to drink the water in the toilet and urinals, but again, because she was under constant surveillance, she had to force it back out. She tried hitting her head into the wall, but only succeeded in knocking herself out once. She woke up to a cattle prod lodged deep into her vagina, and was repeatedly shocked there until she was convulsing in her own excrement. The next time she wanted to bang her head into the wall, the thought of what happened the last time she rammed her head into the wall was enough to prevent her from trying again.

She even asked Dr. Gurkovsky if he could help. She waited after breakfast during one of her physicals to ask him. Dmitri had stepped out briefly to converse with one of his guards.

"Doctor," Alice begged, "Please help me."

"My dear girl," Dr. Gurkovsky responded, "I am doing by best."

Dr. Gurkovsky looked down at the ground. He was lying.

"Please, doctor, "Alice continued, "Please, if you can't stop this, I want you to kill me."

Dr. Gurkovsky's eyes were fixed on the ground, "I can't OK? Please, you can't ask me to do this. I just can't."

"Why not?" Alice asked again, "Please, you're a doctor, you can help me."

"I can't," Dr. Gurkovsky pleaded, "Please, I just can't. Look, we're not even supposed to be talking. I am very sorry, my child. I am truly very sorry. Nobody deserves what you are going through. You poor thing."

Dr. Gurkovsky's eye's began to tear up. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't risk endangering his daughter.

"Look," Dr. Gurkovsky whispered, "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, you hang in there, OK? Don't give up on me. I'm going to try and find a way." Dr. Gurkovksy wasn't sure what he could even do. He too was a prisoner here.

Alice looked into Dr. Gurkovsky's eyes. He looked just as defeated as she. He looked like he was getting thinner every day.

Dr. Gurkovsky looked back at Alice. She had lost some of her beauty since arriving at the compound. Her face was sadder and her eyes were forlorn. She seemed to carry a perpetual frown. But she was still so young that not even the tortures she endured seemed to have a significant effect on the rest of her. Even though she was being fed predominantly dog food and semen, she was getting adequate nutrition, and even though she was in captivity, she was getting plenty of daily exercise from having to clean the facility.

The only thing that worried her was that she seemed to be losing quite a bit of hair. He noticed that when he would run his fingers through her hair that small clumps of hair would collect between his fingers. He reported this to Dmitri in hopes of lightening the amount of stress and injury the girl would have to endure. It seemed to work. Dmitri looked concerned. He didn't want his star victim to be losing hair. That was unattractive.

She needed to be better taken care of during her times of rest. Dmitri decided that it would be a good idea to have Alice start applying lotion on herself. He loved to admire the young girl as she rubbed the lotion all over her body. Her young body was so creamy white and soft. And then one day Dmitri caught Alice pleasuring herself, with her two fingers covered in lotion rubbing over her clitoris.

Dmitri was displeased. Alice wasn't allowed to pleasure herself without permission, and he certainly had no plans to give her permission any time soon. He needed to punish her.

"Spread your legs, cunt."

Alice protested, "Please, master, nothing happened! I'm begging you, please, don't hurt me! Nothing happened!"

"I won't ask again," barked Dmitri.

Alice spread her legs. Dmitri got on her knees and balled his right hand into a fist, while holding Alice's inner thigh with his other hand. He positioned his fist underneath Alice, who began to tremble, and in a mighty thrust struck Alice with all his might, landing his fist with a sickening thud into her groin. Alice cried out and doubled over, hands over her crotch and falling to her side in a fetal position.

The next day, Alice was not allowed to apply lotion to herself. Dmitri didn't want to do it, but the upkeep of her skin was important. He was rough with her. He began by grabbing her neck and twisting her nipples. He would then dip his finger into the lotion and push it into her anus, and when she no longer elicited a response to his intrusion, he then pushed two fingers up her vagina and roughly fingered Alice, flicking her clitoris with his other hand in order to maximize her squirms. He then slapped her a few times on the face, and gave up on the whole process entirely, ordering Alice to apply the lotion herself, but warning her to never again touch herself. He had absolutely no interest in such trivial chores.

Two more weeks passed, and then one morning, Alice woke up, with the feeling that something was wrong. She knew something was strange when after her breakfast Dmitri left and returned with two men carrying a table into the room. Her heart dropped into her stomach. She knew it. They were going to torture her again today.

"Get on the table," Dmitri ordered.

Alice began trembling, urinated on her leg, and proceeded to climb onto the table.

"Lay on your back."

Alice lay on her back. Urine was still dripping from her.

Dmitri had the guards cuff her ankles and wrists. Chains were attached to the ceiling. Her left ankle was attached to her left wrist, and her right ankle was attached to her right wrist. Alice's legs were now wide open. Guards then attached a chain to her right ankle and wrist, pulling them up towards the ceiling, repeating the same for her other side. Alice's crotch and anus were now fully exposed without impediment.

Dmitri walked out of the room and returned with several jars. Alice screamed when she saw what was in each jar.

"This one, contains cockroaches," Dmitri said, lifting up one of the jars to the light. It was rather large.

Many large, brown roaches crawled over one another on the bottom of the jar. Dmitri shook the jar. The hard shells of the roaches bounced off the glass walls. Their bristled legs could be heard scratching against the glass as they scurried around restlessly in no particular direction.

"And this one," said Dmitri as he grinned and grabbed the other jar, "contains tarantulas."

Alice was now shrieking with panic. She hated all insects, but she especially hated spiders. These eight-legged creatures were the worst kind of spider. They were both furry and fearsome. Their legs alternated between light brown and black. They seemed rather docile inside their jar, however.

"And this one," Dmitri boasted as he held up the last jar, "has centipedes."

He seemed especially proud of this last jar. The creatures inside this jar were monstrous and terrifying. They were each around eight inches long, an inch thick, with multiple thick black body segments and sharp segmented red legs with tips like daggers. Two long yellow antennae protruded from the front of each animal.

"These were hard to get. These are centipedes I think from somewhere in South America. I had to order these online. Can you believe it? Now, these have been de-fanged, so they're not poisonous anymore, otherwise I'm afraid they might kill you. But look at them! Aren't they absolutely gorgeous?"

Alice was going wild. She hated centipedes. She had had nightmares of these creatures before. She had had nightmares of all of these creatures before. She took another look at the jar and jerked wildly in her restraints.

Dmitri continued talking.

"Tarantulas are also poisonous, but unfortunately it was much harder to remove their fangs. so we will just have to take a chance that you don't get an allergic reaction to any of my pets."

Dmitri looked over to Alice. It was becoming increasingly difficult to speak over her screams, but he added one last comment anyways.

"I think you can guess where they will all be going."

Alice screamed again.

Dmitri grabbed a ring gag from his pocket and quickly pulled it over Alice's mouth, which was still wide open from the screaming. He then opened the jar containing the cockroaches and picked one up with his fingers. He held it in front of Alice's eyes, which widened hysterically. He dropped the roach onto her chest, and watched it quickly scurry off onto the table. One of the guards tried to catch it, but the roach was too quick and hurriedly made its way to one corner of the room. Dmitri laughed.

He grabbed another roach from the jar, and once again, held it up in front of Alice's eyes. He then slowly lowered the roach into her mouth, watching her tongue swing wildly in an attempt to block its passage into her oral cavity. As soon as the tips of the roach's legs met Alice's tongue, Dmitri let go of the insect. Alice quickly pushed her tongue out as far as she could, but the insect just sank further into her mouth. She retracted her tongue, coughed forcefully, and pushed again, this time, successfully expelling the insect, which scurried from her mouth, grateful to escape alive.

Dmitri laughed as her cupped his hand around the not-so-lucky cockroach. He quickly plopped the insect back into Alice's mouth and cupped his hand over her mouth, preventing its escape, while grabbing another roach with his other hand. Alice felt the roach squirm in her mouth. She closed off the entrance to her throat with the back of her tongue, but could feel the sharp legs of the roach prick all around her tongue as it too panicked and circled between the underside and topside of her tongue. Alice then felt Dmitri quickly raise the hand covering her mouth and plop another roach in, increasing the number of legs poking her oral cavity by a multiple of two. And then he added another, and another, until Alice's mouth was teeming and packed with cockroaches. She could feel their every movement. She could feel their sharp prickly legs on the insides of her cheeks and under her tongue. She could feel their smooth wings rub up against her gums. She could even start to taste their feces as they defecated in panic in her mouth. Alice wanted to throw up, but before she did, Dmitri rolled a layer of duct-tape over her open mouth, preventing the escape of insect or vomit.

It mattered not. Alice threw up anyways, and despite the tape over her mouth, most of her vomit and the roaches were ejected from her body. Dmitri was disgusted and somewhat frustrated with himself. Why did he have her eat breakfast this morning? He should have expected this. He pondered for a moment. Eventually she would run out of vomit, he reasoned. So he kept on shoving in roaches. He had a lot to spare. And he was right. Alice didn't stop retching, but soon she was dry heaving, and Dmitri almost had her mouth filled. Finally, after wiping her face off, he taped her mouth closed, adding several layers to ensure that it didn't come off this time. Alice was prevented from biting down and killing the roaches by the ring gag. And she couldn't swallow them either since they were so large. All she could do was block off her throat with the back of her tongue and hold the roaches in her mouth as they run amok in her mouth and defecated in terror. It seemed that Dmitri's plan worked after all. This little girl was in for a long day.

Dmitri then moved on to the moment he had been looking forward to all week. He grabbed a dildo from his bag, a rather large one actually, but not as large as the one that tore her vagina open the last time. This dildo was unique, actually. It had on a cylindrical hollow thick wire frame, that was crisscrossed in pattern. The wire frame was strong, but had significant spacing, at least one square inch, in between each crisscross. Dmitri lubricated the dildo lightly, and forcefully inserted it into Alice's vagina. She jolted, jerking her rear end briefly up from the table surface. Dmitri then smiled and removed the dildo, but left the thick wire frame inside Alice, which held the shape of the dildo, leaving a gaping hollow cavity inside the little girl. Dmitri wanted Alice to feel these animals without killing them. If he had dropped these insects inside of her and let her walls collapse, fat chance they would even be able to move, let alone survive for an extended period of time. This was his way of ensuring that her torment would last.

Dmitri then opened the jar containing the tarantulas. He grabbed one with a pair of forceps and positioned it a few inches from Alice's eyes, who only increased her struggling. He then pushed on Alice's lower back to raise the angle of her vaginal introitus, and slowly dropped one, two, then three tarantulas into her sex. Alice began to hit her head repeatedly on the back of the table hard. She was trying to knock herself unconscious. Dmitri motioned for one of the guards to hold her head still. Alice was delirious with panic and fear. Not only did she have a mouthful of cockroaches, she could feel the large spiders moving around inside her vagina. Dmitri dropped a few more and when he was satisfied, he duct-taped her vaginal opening closed. Alice was going berserk. The wire mesh meant that the tarantulas were exposed to her bare vaginal walls. She could feel these arachnids pricking her intimate flesh and it drove her mad.

Dmitri was ecstatic. He could hardly wait for the last round. He covered the dildo he just used to open up Alice's vagina with yet another wire frame, lightly lubricated the dildo once again, and pushed it firmly up Alice's bottom. He quickly removed the dildo, leaving the frame behind. Grabbing a pair of large tweezers, he picked up the largest centipede, and after showing it briefly to the little girl who was no longer paying any attention to him, slowly lowered the creature into her rectum. He was able to fit in three more before he duct-taped the opening to her anus.

Dmitri spent the next few minutes reinforcing his duct tape barriers, making sure that the tape around her mouth wouldn't come off because it wound around her head. The tape between her legs securing her nether orifices rode up high between her buttocks and all the way up to her belly button. He then wrapped many layers of tape around her waist, creating a rather dilapidated duck-tape version of Japanese fundoshi underwear. And finally, as a final touch, he poked several holes into each orifice to ensure adequate air supply to the creatures struggling inside of her.

He then instructed the guards to unshackle her ankles and remove the table from underneath her, leaving only her arms still bound to the chains pulling them above her head. Her feet were allowed to touch the floor. There was nothing Alice could do to escape.

She squeezed her vaginal and rectal walls, but the wire frames were too strong. It only aggravated the spiders and centipedes inside. The tarantulas, though normally non-aggressive creatures, were in a frenzied state while they were trapped inside of her. They stabbed at her canal with their abdominal urticating hairs and bit with their fangs, stinging her painfully. The centipedes, though defanged, were still aggressive and active creatures. They wriggled frenetically in her rectum and distal colon, and as they squirmed, their dagger sharp legs dug into her flesh, eliciting significant discomfort in Alice.

Alice couldn't scream either, lest she risk opening up her throat to the roaches. All she could do was moan, writhe, and twist in her restraints as the roaches, tarantulas, and centipedes wriggled restlessly inside her cavities. It was a sight to behold. The guards masturbated vigorously as they watched the child buck and gyrate her hips, twist and untwist her legs together, and curl her toes doing whatever she could to cope with the disgusting creatures thrashing about in her insides. They ogled at the girl and stared in sickening trance as they watched her chest puff in and out, her abdominal muscles tighten, and her forward-dropped head sway left to right as she moaned loudly. They had never seen a ten year old girl, dripping with sweat, move so lasciviously before.

Alice was trapped in a violent erotic dance as Dmitri and the guards watched.

Over the next few hours, Alice (and the creatures inside of her body) began to tire, and she moved less and less as she became drained of her energy. Dmitri ordered his men to remove the cuffs on her wrist. Dmitri carefully removed the tape around Alice's head, which was dripping with saliva through the air hole he had punctured earlier. Out fell all of the cockroaches he had placed earlier, but they had all died, either from a lack of oxygen or from drowning in a mixture of her saliva and expelled stomach acid.

He repeated the same process with the duct tape underwear he had made for Alice. As he uncovered the entrances to her vagina and anus, the creatures fell out. Most of the tarantulas had died, also likely from suffocation, but the centipedes were still alive and well, and when they fell to the floor they scurried about in random directions, unsure of what to do with their newfound freedom.

Alice was in terrible pain. The tarantulas in their distress had injected venom all throughout her vagina, which burned terribly. Her vagina had also swollen, pushing hard into the metal frame holding her cavity open. Dmitri was not done yet with the girl. He walked out of the room again, returning moments later with yet another jar, this one filled with ants, and another jar, with several broad-leafed leaves on the inside.

"OK now," Dmitri announced, "Here in this jar I have ants, as you can probably tell. But these ants are special. They are from South America again, and are called bullet ants. They are called bullet ants because it is said that a bite from one of these ants feels like being shot with a bullet. They are rumored to be the most painful insect bite on the planet. I for one do not wish to find out, but you, my little pain slut, will have the pleasure of doing so."

"This other jar," Dmitri continued, "contains a plant called gympie gympie. This was very, very difficult for me to get. But luckily, we in the mafia deal in the black market, and although it took me weeks to get this delivered from Australia, I have it in my possession now, and I got it just for you. This plant is rumored to have the most painful plant sting in the world. There are stories of people committing suicide after being exposed to this plant because the pain was too intense to bear. Again, I'm not willing to confirm any of these stories, but you, my unlucky princess, will have said opportunity."

Dmitri smiled cruelly and said something to his men in Russian. They each put on gas masks, as did Dmitri. Dmitri put on a pair of gloves as well. He grabbed a pair of tweezers while Alice was grabbed from behind and thrown back onto the top of the table. She was then tied spread eagle, her limbs pulled taut. Dmitri used his tweezers to grab a furious ant from the jar. Again, he displayed the angry insect in front of her eyes, allowing her to appreciate where her suffering was going to originate. The ant was large and black, with incredibly large mandibles. It was wriggling on the tweezers and clearly unhappy about its current predicament. And when it was lowered onto Alice's right nipple, it voiced its displeasure by grabbing onto her nipple with its jaws an stinging her repeatedly.

The initial pain was searing and sharp, and Alice cried out in pain. Dmitri watched in fascination, but was disappointed in her reaction, which did not resemble one that followed a gunshot wound. He grabbed another ant and applied it again to the same spot, on her right nipple. He wanted to make sure an good amount of venom was delivered to his choice locations. As each ant stung, Alice's pain grew. The initial pain was sharp and biting, but the pain only grew as time passed. By the time Dmitri had stung her right nipple with the fifth ant, not only was Alice's nipple was on fire, her entire breast felt like it was on fire as well, accompanied by a deep penetrating ache. By the time Dmitri had repeated the same ritual on her left nipple, both of Alice's breasts felt like they were being crushed by hammers. Dmitri could see on her face that perhaps with enough bites, the name given to these ants was indeed appropriate.

He then repeated the same procedure with her clitoris. Alice had never felt such concentrated pain on her clitoris before, not even when it was being crushed by the device she suffered on weeks ago. As this venom from these ants settled into her feminine nub, she felt as if all the forms of pain were washing over her flesh, rising in waves after each passing minute. Her genitals felt like they were being crushed, burnt, and broken all at the same time. Alice had never felt such pain before. Her nipples and the tissue surrounding her areola swelled to twice their size. Alice screamed at the top of her lungs.

Dmitri stepped back and took a moment to enjoy this little girl's pain, but this wasn't it. According to accounts from other people, the pain from these ants would last no more than a few hours, and he had more in store for her. He removed the leaves of the gympie gympie from his jar. He had on a gas mask because the leaves were rumored to be so toxic, that one could choke just from breathing too closely to the plant. He had a special place for this plant. He rolled up the leaf into the shape of a cigar and moved it in between the little girl's legs. Alice was in too much pain to even notice him doing so. And in a deliberate motion, inserted the leaf into her vagina, taking care to press it firmly against the entire rim of her vagina, even rubbing it between her slit. He removed another fresh leaf from the jar, rolled it into a cylinder, and this time inserted it into her anus, taking care to press and rub the leaf firmly into the rim of her anus. After he was done, he removed the metal frames holding her orifices open, and took a third and final leaf and rubbed it vigorously in between Alice's slit. Dmitri knew that the plant's effects would take a while to kick in, but he knew that the bites from the bullet ants would more than suffice to fill in that gap. He didn't know how long the gympie gympie sting would last, but that it was rumored to last for days on end.

The pain from the plant was not instant, and certainly while Alice was dealing with the sting of the bullet ants it was barely even noticeable what Dmitri was doing. But the pain she was dealing with from the ant bites was truly unbearable. Alice screamed until she lost her voice. She drifted in and out of consciousness but was always brought back to consciousness by the searing pain. When she could no longer scream, she moaned, and when she could no longer moan, she grimaced. The pain in her breasts and in between her legs was so intense that Alice could think of nothing else.

Hours passed, and although the pain from the ant bites were starting to subside, the pain from the gympie gympie was just starting to climax. It felt like hot acid had been poured into her vagina and anus. The waves of pain increased and seemed to peak after six hours. Dr. Gurkovsky had been called in to monitor her. Alice was totally incapable of following his commands, or even responding to him. She seemed to be trapped in her own world of pain. He wasn't even sure whether she was even at full mental capacity, as he couldn't even get her to open her eyes willingly. When he opened them forcibly, her pupils would dart rapidly in all directions, indicating that unfortunately she was still conscious. Dr. Gurkovsky had to supply her with a constant source of IV fluids, as Alice would not drink. Her vagina had also started to severely swell. Her lips puffed up to twice their size and were as red as cherries. The swelling and pain was so bad that she was unable to urinate or defecate without a catheter.

Although the pain seemed to improve slightly over the next few days, it would simply not subside. It was so intense and so constant that it stretched time itself. What Alice would feel over the next few days felt like decades. Alice was unable to sleep, eat, or drink. Because of this, she was fed with food directly into her stomach with a tube, and given fluids by IV.

After several days, the swelling in her breasts, vagina, and anus had resolved. Alice was finally now capable of eating and drinking, albeit only in between moans and with great effort. She still had to be catheterized in order to urinate and defecate, because it was still too painful to do those by herself. It was unclear whether Alice was even capable of sleeping yet. Dr. Gurkovsky warned Dmitri that periods of prolonged sleep deprivation can eventually lead to serious damage. Dmitri allowed Dr. Gurkovsky to administer a very high dose of morphine, which seemed to sedate Alice enough to let her rest. But when Alice awoke from her medicated slumber, she awoke to the pain once more that emanated strongly from her nether region.

After one week, Alice had improved by leaps and bounds. She was able to walk again. The pain was now just a dull throb. Her breasts, not having been stung by the gympie gympie, were unaffected. It was just her vagina and anus that were still throbbing. But Alice, for the most part, had successfully survived. Alice was despondent. Why couldn't they have just let her die?

She spent the next few weeks returning to her role as a child whore for sale, but since the gympie gympie, every time she was raped or sodomized, it felt like she was being violated by red hot nails dipped in acid.

Dmitri could start to see it. Alice's flame was burning out fast. She was only ten, but she had suffered so much. The dark bags under her eyes grew even larger still. Her face grew longer and longer. Her hair even started to fall out at a faster rate. Dmitri knew that his time with this girl was coming to an end.

He waited a few more weeks for her to recover, but soon it came time to give Alive her final trial of torture.



Chapter 7

Alice grabbed onto the chains above her head to try to pull herself up and support at least some of her weight, but it was no use. Her arms were too tired already. She could feel the blood dripping down her body all the way to her toes. She looked to her right and to her left. Both arms were punctured with needles. Her left arm was connected to a bag of saline, and her right arm was connected now to her second bag of blood.

She tried to look down, but her view was obscured by her chest, which had been skewered in both breasts by large meat hooks, which hung from the ceiling and bore most her weight. The other part of her body that supported some of her weight was her vagina, which was penetrated deeply by a thick wooden cone. She couldn't see this cone below her, but she could feel the large object digging deeper into her vagina. It had already penetrated a few inches into her and torn her introitus. The tear would only worsen the next time they pushed the cone up higher and added even more weights to her ankles.

Alice was done screaming. She was even past crying. At this point, and she knew it well by now, she was in a zone of pure pain. She felt delusional and mostly unaware of her surroundings, but strangely, she was still conscious. She hadn't drifted out of consciousness this time as much as she usually did. Maybe she was getting used to the pain.

She heard Dmitri order the guards to add more weight to her ankles and push the cone up higher, driving the cone further into her vagina. The hooks piercing her breasts stretched the flesh around the her entire torso. The skin around her nipples protruded several inches away and were being pulled thin.

Maybe this time she was going to die. She could feel the blood dripping to the floor from her toes. She was used to seeing her blood by now, used to feeling it run off her body, even smelling and tasting it, but this time, she felt as if she was losing a lot more blood, and at a much quicker pace too.

Every fifteen minutes, the men would add more weight to her ankles and push the cone up further, until suddenly, she could feel the flesh on her breasts rip open and the full weight of her body land onto the cone, splitting her open and widening the tear on her perineum.

It was at this point that Dr. Gurkovsky was emergently called in to stop the bleeding.

"She's losing too much blood," he said to Dmitri.

"Then give her another bag of IV fluids and more blood. I want you to stop the bleeding and I want you to patch her up," Dmitri replied.

The procedure to patch Alice back up lasted nearly an hour. Her breasts were never going to look the same again, and neither were her genitals. This tear had torn straight through into her anus, merging together the two holes into one.

"You have to stop, or she will die. No more must be done to her today. In fact, I refuse to do anything anymore," Dr. Gurkovsky said to Dmitri.

"I knew you would say that," Dmitri said, "In fact, if she dies today, then she dies. That is none of your business, and should be the least of your concerns. All I get from you it complaining. I am sick and tired of hearing you complain and tell me what to do. Because of that, you are going to be punished. You'll see."

Dr. Gurkovsky fell silent. He had already said too much.

Dmitri whispered something to one of the guards next to him, who left the room. He returned moments later with a young girl, who appeared to be in her early teens.

"No, you monster!" shouted Dr. Gurkovsky as he saw his only daughter Katherine being dragged into the room.

"I need you to pay attention very closely," said Dmitri, "Because if you don't I will be forced to hurt your daughter."

While Dmitri spoke, one of the guards began forcibly removing Katherine's clothes, who struggled. Dr. Gurkovsky was furious. He rushed towards Dmitri with the intent to kill, but two guards held him back. Dmitri walked closer to Dr. Gurkovsky and continued to speak.

"I need you to do as I say. Or else, she will suffer," Dmitri said as he pointed to Katherine, who was now fighting with the guard to keep her jeans on, "I need you to open Alice up."

Dmitri motioned to one of his guards, who wheeled over a table, on top of which lay a full set of surgical tools.

Dr. Gurkovsky went pale in the face.

"Why? What for?" he asked.

"I don't need to explain myself," Dmitri said, "Do you want your daughter to be punished? To pay the price for your constant disobedience? If I have to tell you to do something again, it will be her, not you, that will receive punishment."

Katherine was now naked and hysterical. The guards had already attached a spreader bar in between her ankles and bound her wrists, which had been pulled up by a chain hanging from the ceiling. Two large alligator clips, the kind reserved for car batteries were clamped onto each of Katherine's vaginal lips. Two more were clamped onto each of her nipples.

"Your daughter has a hairy pussy, yes?" Dmitri quipped, "I like her tits too, they're nice and perky."

Dr. Gurkovsky lost his mind. He lunged at Dmitri again.

"Big mistake," Dmitri said, smiling.

Dmitri motioned to the soldier who was operating the electrical box these clamps were attached to, and within second, Kat was convulsing violently from the current coursing through her breasts and vagina.

Dr. Gurkovsky was in a state of shock.

Dmitri continued to speak as the doctor's daughter Katherine continued to convulse, "Doctor, you will do as I say, or your daughter will be fried to a crisp. Look at her. How much longer do you think she can take of this? Listen to me. Tell me you understand."

Dr. Gurkovsky looked blankly back at Dmitri. Tears were running down his face, "Please, Dmitri. Shut it off. I will do as you say. Whatever you do, please just stop hurting my daughter."

Dmitri motioned to the guard, who shut the current off. Katherine slumped in her restraints.

"I want you to open this little girl up," Dmitri said as he pointed to Alice, who was still restrained spread eagle on a metal table, "I want you to open her up so that we can see her womb. Think C-section, yes? I want you to do that. I want you to do surgery on her."

Dr. Gurkovsky's hands shook violently. He hesitated. Once again, a powerful electrical current coursed through his daughter's body, sending her into yet another violent convulsion.

"Look at your daughter, doctor." Dmitri said coldly, "Look at her. What a mess. She shit herself already. Can you see that? How much more of this are you going to do to her?"

Dr. Gurkovsky could not bear to look. Instead, he grabbed his scalpel and positioned himself over Alice's body. Alice looked up at Dr. Gurkovsky. Why did he have a knife in his hand?

Dr. Gurkovsky lifted his scalpel and brought it down to Alice's lower abdomen. He made a shallow vertical cut just underneath her belly button. Blood filled the cut. Alice bucked her hips, and tried to scream, but had lost her voice hours ago. Dmitri ordered his guards to retrieve extra rope, and with some guidance from Dr. Gurkovsky, they were able to firmly secure her hips and legs firmly down onto the table. Dr. Gurkovsky swallowed, lifted his scalpel again and cut, this time more deeply. Alice howled in pain as the knife cut her lower abdomen even deeper. Blood spewed out from under her skin. Dr. Gurkovsky, in his panic, forgot to set up the soldering device and had to apply pressure to slow the bleeding. Once the bleeding stopped, he worked to connect a soldering device and activated it, cauterizing all her active bleeds.

He cut deeper and deeper into Alice, just like his days back in a rural hospital, except this time, his patient was awake, and he was operating in an area he had little experience in. It had been so long since he assisted in a cesarean section, but he did the best he could. He even had Dmitri put on a pair of sterile gloves to retract and hold Alice's abdomen open. Alice was writhing and her limbs were shaking violently. The pain she was going through had to be inhumanely intense.

Dr. Gurkovsky could barely think. Which muscle was he supposed to pull apart? What blood vessels was he supposed to avoid? And how was he going to sew her back up? He dug deep into his memories to try to remember how these procedures were done. He felt light-headed. His ears were ringing. He felt like he was blacking out. Dr. Gurkovsky turned away from the table and vomited.

Nearly half an hour had passed. Dr. Gurkovsky was successful in isolating Alice's uterus. It was so different performing surgery on a live patient. He could see her muscles twitching and her organs shifting from her constantly squirming. It was then that Dmitri ordered one of his men to remove from his bag a blowtorch and a metal rod, which had on its end the insignia for the Pushkins. The rod was heated till it was red hot, and slowly lowered into Alice's abdominal cavity until it touched the front part of her uterus, branding it with the symbol of the Russian mob. Alice's entire body convulsed violently.

"You can close her back up now," Dmitri said to Dr. Gurkovsky, who was more than happy to do so.

"Wait," Dmitri said.

Dr. Gurkovsky paused.

"Actually, this here," Dmitri said as he pointed to Alice's ovaries, "Are these the ovaries?"

Dr. Gurkovsky shrugged, but he knew Dmitri was right. Those were the ovaries.

"Yes, I think these are the ovaries," Dmitri repeated, "I wonder what happens if I do this?"

Dmitri squeezed on Alice's left ovary. Alice twitched in her restraints. Dmitri laughed. He grabbed her other ovary and squeezed that one too. Alice twitched again. Dmitri was clearly pleased with himself. Dr. Gurkovsky turned his head to vomit again.

Alice was given two more bags of blood after Dr. Gurkovsky had successfully sewed her back up. He felt her pulse. It was weak. He watched her breathe. He could barely see her chest rise. He was strongly suspicious that Alice would not make it this time. Knowing what she had told him before, he even hoped that she would not make it. No person deserved to live through such horrors.

He looked to his right at his daughter. She had witnessed the entire operation on Alice. She appeared to be in a state of shock. Katherine was just staring blankly ahead, and even when she was released and the clamps removed from her body, she was motionless and speechless, even when her father grabbed her to embrace and console her.

Dr. Gurkovsky was released that very day. His first day of freedom in years. He and his daughter were dropped off on the side of the road, several miles from town. What was he going to tell his wife? What was he going to tell the world what happened to him? He dared not speak the truth. He looked at his daughter Katherine. He did not want her to suffer the same fate as Alice. You are not to speak of this to anyone, he told his daughter. She sobbed when she heard her father tell his this. They know who we are, and if we speak of this, they will find us again and do unspeakable things to us. He asked his daughter if she understood. She did not respond, but she seemed to understand. He touched her face as she stared blankly ahead. Things would never be the same again. The doctor grabbed his daughter by the shoulders and gently nudged her forward, as they both walked towards town.
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Chapter 8

"It is a good video, Dmitri. You are OK, of course, if we speak in English? These days, I need to practice more. So many people do business in English. Pity, that we need to know it, even in Russia."

"Yes, sir. English will be fine, sir." Dmitri said to the bald fat man sitting in the large brown leather chair behind his mahogany desk, "And thank you, sir."

"I think people will not try to cheat us anymore, no?"

"No, sir," Dmitri responded softly, "This story will definitely send a message."

"Where is Mr. Durant now these days?" the man asked.

"Actually sir, we sent him the video of his daughter. He killed himself shortly after. I think he shot himself in the head with a gun," replied Dmitri.

"It is a little long, yes? The video? Can you shorten it? Ten hours is much too long!"

"Yes, sir, I can. Actually, sir, the ten hour version has already been shortened many times. There is just so much good content," Dmitri chuckled.

The man behind the desk chuckled with Dmitri.

"But if you wish, I can make it much shorter." Dmitri quietly explained.

"Yes, that's good. I mean, I still want all of the video available to me, I mean, how much do you have? At least a hundred hours, yes? I want all of that. But we need a shorter video to distribute to our members and even to our enemies. This is proof that the Pushkins do not fuck around, right? That's how you say it?"

"Yes, sir, you are quite right," Dmitri responded, "We do not fuck around."

"Good. And what of the girl?"

"Sir?" Dmitri asked.

"The girl in the video. You will kill her, right? Dispose of her body? We cannot let her live. This girl is liability, yes?"

"Uh, yes sir, yes sir I agree. I'll take care of that right away." Dmitri quietly replied.

"Good."

An awkward pause passed between the two men.

"Is there anything else?" the bald fat man asked.

"Uh, no, sir. Nothing else. Thank you, sir, I will be leaving now." Dmitri said as he turned around and walked slowly out of the dark office.

Dmitri drove home.

It was still very early in the morning. Why he had to meet with his boss so early was beyond him.

He exited his car and walked towards his front door. It was so cold in the middle of winter. Despite being alone, he lived in a very large house, far from the city. After he entered, he went to the kitchen and began making himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the television and watched the morning news for a bit as the coffee dripped quietly into the pot.

Dmitri poured the coffee into his cup and sipped it slowly. He liked his coffee black and bitter.

Dmitri walked towards the other end of his kitchen where he stood in front a door. It led downstairs to his basement cellar. He opened the door and turned on the lights inside. It was still dim. Dmitri then walked down the stairs, and made his way towards a small refrigerator, opening it and pulling out a bag, dumping its contents into a large dog bowl.

"Here, doggie! Come on, doggie!" he whistled as he walked deeper into the back of his cellar. Dmitri placed the bowl filled with brown mush down in front of a small six foot by six foot cubical metal cage. And there she was, naked, wearing only a collar, sitting in middle of the cage, with her arms wrapped around her knees.

Alice turned her head and looked up at Dmitri, who smiled cruelly back.

"Time to eat!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, master," Alice quietly replied.

It was time for her breakfast.