Chapter 6

It was amazing to me that she had even survived the ordeal. I was impressed. That her intestines didn't rupture from the rape was extraordinary in and of itself. But I was more impressed how compliant she had been throughout the rape.

I had honestly not known what was going to happen, but it turned out beautifully. I had initially thought a German Shepherd was going to be enough, but when I first bought one, I knew that it had to be bigger. So I got a Great Dane instead. Those dogs were huge. I hired prostitutes to give it head and have it get used to becoming erect from human oral stimulation. And then I molded a lifesize doll in the proportions of a twelve year old for the beast to hump. But the dolls were made of a thick rubber, and were not only much heavier than Kat, but they also stuck to the floor more, and so the dog typically had to wait for his knot to decrease in size before he could move away. But what happened was amazing.
Watching her getting dragged around the room by her ass was so satisfying. I was surprised she didn't prolapse her intestines, but maybe that was the benefit of being so young. All her flesh were still so firm and tight. For now.

She only required one ten second episode of current through her nipples and clit to keep her face looking forward and her eyes open. Either she was a very tough girl or those electrodes were more painful that I imagined. I did turn down the voltage a little so that it would induce fewer and less extensive muscle contractions. I didn't want her seizing on the floor again. I had tried them once on my fingers for half a second on a low setting, and those things were painful. Boy did they sting! Maybe it was because I was using a moderate intensity on her? Or maybe it was because they were on her most sensitive parts combined with the fact that it had penetrated her skin. There was much less electrical resistance
underneath the skin in the tissue. I didn't know for sure, and I wasn't particularly interested in trying those parameters out on myself. It was the girl who had to suffer after all. And she was going to suffer more. For the next session, I was going to turn the current up to its highest intensity, but not to the point that would cause any significant rise in temperature too quickly. I was going to start with an initial punishment of twenty seconds. The maximum punishment would be eighty seconds, but that was the limit. I tested the current carefully on raw meat from the store with thermometers embedded adjacent to the electrodes, and eighty seconds was right at the limit that amount of current started to heat the meat. Just ever so slightly. Of course I didn't want to burn her. I didn't want any of those nerves damaged irreparably.

I had spent two years designing these rooms of torture for Katherine, well, Kat. I began to wondered if I could have some fun with that nickname. I remembered watching her in her very first movie. She was a cute little eight year old. And she just kept getting prettier and prettier. When she was ten, that's when I decided he would go through this. Did I have a point? Did I have a message I was trying to get across? Maybe. Maybe not. No, no message. Maybe I'm just a sick bastard who can get away with such a thing. But boy was it fun to watch.

I knew there would be tens of millions of people who watched the first video. But what I didn't expect, is how many of them stuck around to watch the second one, where she was raped. Of course, my first video was publicly denounced, and comments everywhere with a real identity attached to it universally condemned the brutality and repulsiveness of the video. But everywhere I looked, especially in the underground channels, the video was being redistributed, in the millions! And the comments, if they were from anonymous sources, were extraordinarily diverse. Some still condemned the video for sure, but still many others were lewd and on the other end of the spectrum even approving.

I wasn't sure how many people would stick around for the second, but it was still a significant number of people, hundreds of thousands of downloads. This was far more successful than I would have ever imagined. A significant drop off from tens of millions, but still, far more than I expected.

And still I was going to go farther. I was going to post my third and final video. And to top it off, even though I was being hunted by pretty much every cyber police force on the planet, I was still going to try to stream it live. I would post the link on her Twitter page again, and it was going to go to a separate secure site. It would take the authorities at least half a day to figure out how to shut it down. I was a master of encryption, and I knew they were never go to trace my location in time. That they kept her Twitter page functional was somewhat a surprise, but maybe they were hoping that I would keep posting videos, giving them what they thought were more clues to catch me, at the expense of her dignity. Such a shame, I thought. For her. But not for me. And not for the others who were awaiting the finale to my masterpiece.

And so I turned my attention to the actress, who was now standing in the third special room I had prepared for her.

There she stood. Naked once again, wearing only the rings and the electrodes that connected to her collar battery.

Her ass and pussy were a violaceous purple from the beating she received two nights ago. She was refusing to eat, so I had my assistant beat her ass with a thick wooden paddle and cane her pussy until both were purple, swollen, and bleeding. We had her beaten so bad she shit herself. It was disgusting. So we made her clean it up. With her tongue.

She was going to eat and drink to stay alive. No way this bitch was going to take the easy way out and die on me before her final show.

To hammer my point home I had her spend the night straddling a pole that tucked itself neatly in between her labial folds, with her full weight, legs dangling in the air. She didn't weight that much, but still, that had to hurt.

And here she was. We bathed her this morning, and to boot I had her put on makeup and do her hair. Boy did she look hot. Like a little slut. And I made her wear six inch heels to boot, so that her ass was always jutting out, accenting the beating she received just two days ago. Oh did I forget to mention? I had her put on a headband with cat ears. My little Kat. So cute.

I read out her instructions on my microphone. I explained in detail the punishment if she did not comply, the length of time the current was going to start at, and the fact that I was going to turn up the intensity. All while making her look at what was in store for her.

And boy did the little one look. I mean her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She never took her eyes off of them. It should have been pretty obvious what she was supposed to do with what was in front of her. But no doubt the task appeared impossible. She was a pretty tough girl, I thought to myself. But she could do it. Right? Well, hopefully. Surprising, given how pretty she was and how much was handed to her so early in life. Well if she survived this she could survive anything.

And of course I could see what she was staring at. She was staring at the toilet brush.

That wasn't going to be the hardest, by the way. Visually, it was the most frightening. I had four dildos that I wanted Kat to fuck. The easiest were on the left, and each to the right of it was harder to fuck.

I had actually paid several hookers to try each of the dildos, and all were feasible. Of course, these were adult women, and not only were they getting paid exorbitant amounts of money to try these dildos, they were only putting them in once or twice. I placed the dildos in an order from left to right, based on how much money it took to get these prostitutes to try putting them in. The toilet
brush was hard to push in for sure, for many of them, but there was another dildo, the last one in line, that was the hardest by far.

Kat was required to fuck each of these ghastly appendages at least fifty times each. I was hoping she would fuck herself raw. Can you imagine a twelve year old girl fucking giant dildos with a bleeding and thoroughly raw cunt? But what if she finished? What if she actually succeeded? Well then. The price that was promised to her was freedom. Those locked doors were going to unlock. And I promised that she could walk out. (If she could still walk.)

The first dildo was simple enough. It was a rubber dildo, about the size of a human penis. It wasn't there to hurt her, but to open her up. To stretch her hole. And it was going to be her first vaginal fuck. Without lube. So it had to be reasonable. She needed to start with something doable. I hoped it would give her the motivation to continue.

The second dildo was significantly larger. It was the size of a coke can. This is where her pussy might start to rip. I had to remember that she was still technically just a child, on the cusp of adolescence. And while a twelve year old vagina can handle sex with an adult male, it was more uncertain whether it could survive the Olympian feats an adult vagina could, like birth a child. I knew she was smaller, but how much smaller I wasn't sure exactly. Some twelve year olds look like they've finished puberty, with full breasts and a lawn of hair on their cunts. But I guess Kat was a late bloomer. She had buds on her tits, and really only a fine
layer of thin hair on her pussy lips. You had to look really closely to
see it. So she pretty late to the game. And, to boot, she was still
technically a virgin, at least from the pussy's standpoint. Unfortunately, if she made it past this second dildo, then she had to deal with the toilet brush, which was the third challenge.

It was actually one of the larger ones I could find. It had white, hard bristles that jutted fearsomely in every direction. Boy did it look like it was going to hurt.

And lastly, the final dildo. It was slightly thicker than a coke can,
but what made it the ultimate punishment was its material. It was made mostly of a tight coil of hemp rope, and not the smooth kind. There were rough microscopic fibers poking out in every direction. This thing stung when it first arrived from my online order as I ran it through my fingers. If this was painful on normal skin under light pressure, imagine how bad it was going to be for sensitive mucous membrane under high pressure. And it was absorbent. No amount of lubrication or blood could make this fuck any easier. Only two of the hookers I hired could put this in their pussy, and not without a significant amount of cajoling with hundred dollar bills. And when they finally got it all the way in, they told me pulling it out was much worse. Would they do it again for the same amount of money? Hell no. Hell no those whores with loose-ass vaginas who fuck for a living would do it again. And that's how I knew this dildo was going to be the ultimate challenge for Kat.

Three of the dildos excluding the toilet brush had cameras attached to the tip. Each dildo had a glass dome with the wire camera inside, so I could film her sex canal as it was being fucked. I didn't want to miss any action, including what was going on inside of her girly insides.

Another set of cameras were set up at the base of each dildo, so that I could have full vision of the exterior of her holes. Another great view. And of course, there were cameras placed all around the room at every angle, including ones that could focus on her face, even if she bent her head down.

To ensure that every penetration was sufficiently deep, I installed each dildo on top of a stool. At the sides of each stool were bar handles that she could use to either support her weight as she was going down, but also (especially for the last dildo) to pull herself down if her weight alone was insufficient to get the job done. Each stool had a pressure sensor that would go off only if her full weight rested on the entirety of the stool. That meant that she had to lift up her legs off the floor as well in order for one single fuck on any of these dildos were to count.

A successful penetrative repetition would be marked by a split second shock to her clit and nipples, and she could not begin another repetition without fully disengaging her pussy from the tip of the appendage.

And on top of that, I wasn't going to be nice this time and provide for her any lube. She had to do all of this dry. At least to start, until the bleeding began. Maybe she could use the blood for lube.

I knew these rules were a little complicated, so I made sure that I went over them twice, having her repeat all the directions. I even had her practice on a stool with no dildo right before, just to make sure she knew all the motions.

But seeing her look for the first time at the stools with the "dildos" attached. Priceless. She had to put those inside herself. I'm sure she had her doubts.

And so began the recording.

She didn't have all the time in the world to try. Every first
penetration had a time limit of one minute before I would send the current through her. Every subsequent repetition had ten seconds. I was making a short video for Christ's sake. I couldn't film her all day.

And lo and behold, Kat struggled right off the bat. I knew it hurt. I knew the beating on her pussy a couple of days ago probably made her cunt lips more swollen, making it all the more difficult and painful. And I knew sitting on that rod all night probably didn't help either. You couldn't blame me for beating her pussy. The little bitch wouldn't eat. I couldn't be nice. Rules were rules. And when she had spent a minute repositioning herself and grunting, and pushing a little in, but not more than half an inch or so, I had to press the button. Time was up.

And so Kat doubled over forward. For twenty seconds the electricity traversed the the fine nerves in her clit and nipples, and the little bitch shook and screamed in abject agony.

The second time around, still rebounding from the pain in her pussy from the shock, she got back on the stool and pressed the tip of the dildo harder against her sex, until finally her hymen broke, and she impaled herself on her first dick, a rubber one at that.

The dildos were not lengthy. Vaginas are only a few inches long
anyways, and she was just a girl. They were six inches in length each. Plus, there were few nerve endings deep inside the vagina, and they only give a dull ache. The ones that really give a girl pain are mostly at the rim of the vagina, and I wanted to hurt each and every fiber there was there. I had done my homework. Anatomy books were not hard to find on the internet.

And so the next fifty reps continued with little fanfare. It was
fascinating, however, to look at her insides as she performed her first fuck.

But her insides were, interestingly, different. I had tested this
device out on adult women, and their vaginas were lighter in color, and packed with more ridges and folds. Kat's was darker red. And there were almost no extra folds. Whatever room she had in there was sparse at best. She was really going to have to stretch to accommodate the larger devices. I watched with tense excitement as the camera rubbed up against her cervix and nestled deep in her posterior vaginal vault at the completion of each penetration. What a treat it was to see the outside of her hole as well, as it struggled to envelope the dry shaft, involuting its edges each time as the poor girl forced herself down each time. Her vaginal rim had to be
getting raw from all the abrasion by now, I thought. It looked definitely red. But the best part was watching her face strain with effort, pain, and anguish. Gone was the look of shame. By now, I thought, I may have beat the dignity out of her. Her world wasn't her pre-teen life anymore. There was no more school or friends. No more movie-making, or being a celebrity superstar. Her world was just pain. Pussy pain. There was no more shame left.

And then Kat tried the second dildo. This one was much trickier. She was able to part her lips with her fingers to get her folds to envelop the top of the dome. But as she sat down, I could see on his camera that her introitus was simply not accepting the width of the dildo. Or maybe she didn't know the proper technique. But she was going to learn.

One minute elapsed, and you could tell that had been sitting on the dildo with all her weight, and it still wasn't going in. Too bad, I
thought. She needed to use the handle bars to pull herself down. Or maybe change the angle up a little bit. She needed to wiggle around some more. She needed to at least try that. And so I delivered her next round of punishment. Forty seconds of it.

It was so intense that this time when she doubled over and rolled onto her sides, I could see that she was starting to shit and piss herself again. I had to take a time out. She needed to wipe the shit from her ass, or it was going to ruin all my shots. And yes, she had to lick her fingers clean. We did it until I was convinced there was no more shit left to see. And if she vomited like she did last time, she would need to lap her vomit up until she could learn to keep everything in. But she was lucky. She didn't vomit. Good girl. This was the second time she had lost her shit. I was beginning to wonder if the dog fuck last week had permanently
destroyed her anal sphincter. Maybe. Either way, that's not a good enough excuse. And I certainly wasn't going to let that offense slide.

And so she gave it another try.

It's too big she cried. I can't fit it in. It's too big. It hurts too
much. After a minute of complaining, it was time to administer yet another punishment, this time eighty seconds long. She crumpled to the floor again, clutching her pussy, where I'm sure it hurt the most. I noticed she had stopped breathing. The pain was too intense.

"Just breathe," I said, "Breathe through the punishment, girl, or we'll be here all day, barbequeing your pussy and tits. You won't pass out. Trust me. You think you're the first one to go through this?"

(I lied. I had never done this before. I had no idea what to expect.)

"Breathe, catch your breath. Feel the pain. Don't run from it .I own you, and you can't do anything about that, but you can own the pain. You can make it through. Now breathe. That's good. That's a good girl."

You could tell she had had enough of the electricity torturing her girl flesh.

After the last round of electricity had finished, she struggled back up. Thirty seconds elapsed. Still nothing. After sitting on the damn thing for that long, she then decided to pull herself down. Still nothing.

"Lift your legs up, girl. All your weight. And pull. Lift your legs
up, dammit. Put all your weight in it."

But by then a minute had already elapsed. I sighed. I didn't want to do it. But after closing my eyes during a few brief seconds of frustration, I pressed the button once more to roast her sex and tiny tits. What happened next, though, surprised me. Just before the electricity hit her flesh, she had lifted her legs up and even started to bend her knees to her chest. And when the current hit, she lost control of her arms (which had held up most of her weight) and quickly slid down the thick shaft, landing with a resound thud on her ass, impaled in the pussy by the dildo resembling more of a soda can than a dildo.

I watched in awe as Kat bucked her hips, snapped her legs shut, leaned forward slightly, and tensed her stomach to bear that current. I could hear her grunt and yell loudly to try to accommodate the pain that was no doubt coming from the dildo and the electricity, which was no doubt making her cunt contract and grip the fiendish device splitting her open.

And when the session was over, she was still motionless.

"Get up, girl. Get up, and do fifty more. Or I swear to god I'll hit
you again with the current. You only have ten seconds for every subsequent penetration"

And I could see her try to get back up. But she was too slow. And so I had to push the button again, and while she was almost up out of the dildo, she slid back down as soon as the current racked her flesh, all eighty seconds of it. By now, she was already dripping wet with perspiration. Her hair was matted. Drenched. She had put on a tiny bit of eyeliner, and the tears had already nearly washed all of it out.

She was quicker the second time around to lift herself off.

And now I could start to see where the damage had been done. There was a pretty significant tear on the side of the pussy closer to her asshole. The tear extended maybe two inches up into the pussy. It was a bloody mess. I couldn't even tell if the tear tore through her pussy into her asshole. When the camera was out of her body, I could see nothing because it was covered in blood. The cameras underneath her were covered in shit (she shit herself again!), and you couldn't see anything from them either. But
whatever. If I made her clean up again, we'd never get this video
finished. But when pushed the dildo inside of her for her subsequent penetrations, boy oh boy, did the image clear itself up. That's when I could see the tears, and yes, it did look like it tore a connection into her asshole. Hot damn that toilet brush was going to hurt then.

She was pretty bloody by the time the third challenge was up.

Truth be told, I expected to dole out some more punishment for this third round, but I didn't have to do any of that at all.

It really took me back by surprised. She pushed the toilet brush in like a pro. It seemed like much less of a challenge to get the brush in than the previous dildo. She screamed like an animal the entire time, as I'm sure the bristles scratched her vaginal walls raw, and soon the brush was covered in red, but she really powered through it. Only a few minutes later she was finished, and about to embark on the fourth dildo. Don't get me wrong. I was worried. If she had done so well with the third dildo, what if she breezed through the last? What if I didn't make it hard enough?

But that last one didn't disappoint. To boot, as she started to try her first fuck of the last dildo, I could see with camera at the dome's tip what damage the toilet brush had done. I could see not only that the tear had extended a little more, creating a fairly sizeable fistula, but that the entire inner cavity of her pussy had been rubbed raw as well, the surface layer of tissue just, gone. And what was left was a deep angry red in color. Whatever top layer on the membrane that had been there was no longer there, and what was left was a sensitive lawn of open nerve endings.

And so began the fuck of her life.

I don't know how many times I had to press the button to electrocute her.

But it was a lot. It had to be more than twenty times.

It took her several tries just to get the damn thing in the first time. And yes, she ripped even more.

But I could tell it wasn't getting any easier for her every subsequent penetration. The hemp was working beautifully in absorbing any blood. And even when it was drenched with blood, it was still I imagine beyond painful. It must have felt like she was fucking sandpaper.

That little girl's display displayed a symphony embodying every stage of grief, exhaustion, and agony you could ever imagine. It was beyond beautiful. She went to places I don't think I have seen any human being go to. When she was too tired to go, the electric shocks reminded her that there were worse places of agony for her to be. And so she had to keep trying. By then I'm sure her entire body was sore from the fucking. When the shocks or the fucking was too painful, she sobbed from the despair and hopelessness of her situation. Many times it appeared as if she had given up. One of those times I'm not sure if she had passed out. But she did
regain consciousness. Some of those times she was stuck to the base of the torturous dildo. But every round of current had its end. And at every end she was given ten seconds of reprieve. Time to think. Time to experience what it was like without an intense pain burning through her sex.

But in the end, I don't think she finished because she used what little hope was left to drive her through her ordeal. I think it was the pain. I think it was the fear (a well-founded fear) that I wasn't going to stop frying her cunt and her tits. That if she passed out she was going to regain consciousness. That maybe she wasn't going to bleed to death (and believe me, even I wasn't sure she wasn't going to bleed to death) and die. But I guess she didn't. She was probably close to it, though.

Anyways, I think she kept going because the only way to move on was to move on. And that pussy, inside and outside, was
now pure raw flesh. She had fucked that hemp dildo so many times that her inner labia had been shredded away.

But finish she did. And I kept my promise. She had fucked her way to freedom.

But not without one last act of goodbye. As the doors swung open, setting her free from my cruel dungeon, I bid her one last goodbye with a final gift.

"My dear Kat. You are now free to go. You've certainly earned it. And I must say, I'm proud of you. I knew you could do it all along (another lie). You truly are a special girl (this was not a lie), and your strength is awe-inspiring, truly. Before you go, you must know that as you get further away from this room, the current coursing through your pussy and tits is going to get stronger. And when you get far enough, and the collar on your neck can no longer detect the signal from his room, the current will be at maximal intensity. But I am sure, especially after what you have been through, that this will not deter you. Good luck, my Kat."

And that was that.

I watched her as she crawled out of the room. Poor girl couldn't walk at first. I watched her as the intensity of the current rose and rose. She had made it out of one room, but she still had to climb a set of stairs to make it out of the basement. I had had her tortured in an old mansion, so she had quite a ways to travel. Each time, she crawled ten feet forward she had to pause to adjust to the increasing pain. But each time she crawled ten more feet. Until finally she reached the front door. And she just laid there for a minute. What was she doing? She looked like she was
in prayer. She was so close. And then I swear to god, this is what she did. I watched her rip the rings out. Just yanked those suckers out. (I didn't think of that. Smart. Why didn't she do that earlier?) She hunched over on all fours for a minute or two, and then after kicking off her high heels, struggled up, opened the door, and just hobbled out.