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 BAD MUMMY MUST DECIDE
   I fingered the brown mark the spike had left in my breast absently as I
stood naked, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and thought about
things.  My world had changed dramatically over the last few weeks and now
I had some decisions to make.  I accepted that I've always been a pervert,
looking for the more extreme to titillate and expand my appetite for dirty
things but in truth I was an innocent when it came to the real thing.  I
tried to remember just why I had embarked on Penny's defilement, this wish
to see her abused and I couldn't define the exact moment it had all begun.
Yes, I knew it was a perversion that had grown from just the two of us
being alone, me watching her and thinking.
   I had imagined my actions to have been totally depraved and evil, using
her the way I had and indulging my sick fantasies, putting her in harm's
way and relishing the possibilities of her abduction and rape in all its
torrid details.  Yes, I enjoyed it.  And I pushed it.  Taking her into the
park at night alone had put us both in danger and had given the whole thing
an added frisson of excitement.  More wonderful images, at night in bed, of
her abuse and even sometimes my own.
   But Ann had come, out of the dark.  Well, out of the darkness.  She
never explained the how and why of it.  How she had come to be there
waiting as I wandered, cunt exposed to the cool night air, Penny
knickerless, her little white bum fading from sight as I made her run away
so I could fret and worry and enjoy my guilt.
   Yeah, I thought I knew all about it.  Knew I was subverting a normal
mothers concern to protect and keep her child safe into thrilling feelings
of endangerment.  I thought I was so wicked and loved it.
   But she had opened another world and invited me in.  It was my decision,
my choice to make, but the choice she had given was extreme.  Join her and
allow, willingly allow, letting my mind accept all the sick and evil
thoughts that it could hold and she could suggest.  To savour and enjoy
them for what they were, utter and complete depravity.  Let it wash over
me, she had said.  Drink it, let it fill you with evil.  First, let your
daughter be sexually tortured.  And I had.  Encouraged it and wanted more.
   In the car back, with Penny unconscious beside me, I'd had to call a
stop and be physically sick.  For you see, that wasn't the ending of it. 
Ann had sat me down afterwards, while Penny was cleaned, tended and
injected with a drug to make her sleep for a good 24hrs beside us on the
couch and spoke to me softly, encouraging me to re-live what I'd just seen
and done.
   "You like it, yes?" she said with that indefinable foreign accent and I
agreed that I had.  Yes, I'd liked it very much "You liked seeing your
child tortured?" Yes, I said and she had kissed me "Now, think on this. 
Would you like her killed?" I went numb with shock and actually started to
shake.  Kill my child.  It was beyond comprehension or understanding.
   She took my hand "Think about it" she said softly "Would it not be a
deliciously, evil thing.  Open your mind to the sickness of such a thought.
Let it in, enjoy it" A feeling I had never know grew, a deep welling,
intensely, breathtakingly sexual, incredibly erotic.  Ann watched and had
smiled "Now.  Think on this.  How is it to be done and who is to do it"
   Remembering, I was on the edge of coming and I needed something dirty to
bring me off quickly.  Taking a pair of large scissors out the bathroom
cabinet I held open my cunt lips with one hand and pushed them inside me
and began to thrust them in and out.  I felt the prick of the scissors on
my womb and didn't care what harm they may be causing, in fact the
possibility made me stick them in harder and harder and as I did I thought
about killing Penny.  I let the evil take me and it felt wonderful,
absolutely wonderful.
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   Dear Reader,
   For a short time only, join me in making the decision.  Should she
really kill her own child and give herself over completely to the evil or
should she stop now, repair the relationship between her and her daughter
as best she can and live a `normal' life but if kill her it must be, how
and by whom?  
  
BAD MUMMY MUST DECIDE