I visited Rita in the infants ward, I thought what a poor little thing, broken so cruelly for the pleasure of a bunch of degenerates, I got excited just thinking about it. The drug certainly had affected her, she whispered that she wanted me to wank her under the sheets, I started, she whispered for me to squeeze her broken legs, I was shocked, and quite turned on. I squeezed and tapped them, she was in agony as I did, but she was soon orgasming like a woman, I thought of all the fun we would have.

I went and collected her at the end of the week, I couldn't keep my hands out of her knickers even on the way home from hospital, we both masturbated each other – I nearly crashed on one occasion – She was most fascinated examining my cunt, I must admit the wounds and bruises were most impressive, she smoothed them with her fingers and licked them over and over with her little pink tongue, she had a lovely way of picking at a scab and teasing the newly exposed wound, I had to say that they would take ages to heal if she kept on doing it, but I didn't really mind.

On the Sunday afternoon, Marty phoned, my heart raced as I heard his voice, so odd as my encounters with him brought so much suffering to me.

"Hi babe" he said cheerily but with a degree of menace,

"I'm planning a little get together, just me and Carla, and some little friends, no tramps this time, one of the last batch decided to blackmail us, we had to dispose of him, anyway, I've got a really interesting colleague, I s'pose you'd call her a master torturer, she calls herself the tormentor, and she's so inventive you wouldn't believe it!"

I told him that little Rita was still suffering with her broken legs, although they were mending well, I also said that it was really difficult at the hospital and that I only just managed to keep her off the ‘at risk' register. ......(cont)