Her husband was a fan of removing a baby's eyelids with a scalpel or surgical scissors, but Lori did things the old fashioned way: She stitched them undeneath the eyebrows. You might be wondering why a seemingly normal woman would want to scout out a perfectly healthy baby, bludgeon it's mother and subject the infant to three or four days of extreme bondage and torture. Well, it's the same reason people hunt, basically, because killing is fun and they can get away with it. Of course, killing a child of any age is not easy to do and to get away with.

Lori had dowsed this location on a map. Dowsing is a type of psychic locating. It's pretty easily learned, and you can find anything with it. Water, electrical lines, jewelry, babies. She had never been to this town before or even within a hundred miles. When you are a babykiller, though, there is one thing in your favor: babies are everywhere. It was nice for her to come out to these small suburban towns, because most of the people were white. She prefered white over any other color.

She passed the mom and child again in the dairy aisle and made sure the mother did not see her looking. A viscious, female sexual predator and murderer of infants she certainly did not look like! Lori did get a good look at the babygirl's chubby, sexy legs and diaper crotch as she passed, though. Her mom was bent over, looking at cream cheese.

"I have stainless steel shims for in between the bones in her knees." she considered. Lori often used small, thin steel plates that were electrified and heated up to around 300 degrees. She could cook the little girl's feet, knees, labia or nipples. At least those were her favorite parts.

She saw them heading for the registers, so Lori got her sunglasses on and walked to her car. She watched them get into the car and head out. Lori was right behind them. The drive was only 9 minutes to the woman's house. Lori drove past and noted that there was no other car in the driveway. The time was now.

Knocking on the door, Lori held out a clipboard and some official-looking papers on it. "Hi Maam, would you like to sign this? It's a petition to get the sewers capped off." During the brief moment of confusion, Lori shoved the woman backward, into her house, and just started punching. The little babygirl, still laying in her carseat on the kitchen table, didn't make a peep. The woman was unconscious after about six punches to her face, and layed in a crumbled heap in front of a wide closet door near the stairs.

Lori was smart enough to use latex gloves, too, so none of her d.n.a. was on the woman's face. She walked to the kitchen to retrieve her prize. She immediately undid the baby's diaper and took it off. She squeezed it, wringing it into the child's mouth while she held it open. Lori then stroked the youngster's throat so that she would swallow all of her urine.

Lori wanted to kill the girl's unconscious mother, but knew that she could put her through much greater hell just by letting her live through this. She walked past her with the child still in the carseat, and put her in her own car. Taking out a punching tool to tag a calves' ear, she opened the little girl's mouth and and punched a gaping hole in the middle of her tongue. How the little girl screamed, blood dripping out of her little mouth and onto her big, puffy cunt that was staring expectingly at Lori in the rear view mirror.

The girl was passed out by the time Lori pulled up to her ranch an a hour and a half later. She quickly lapped the blood off of the girl's genitals and got her bloody shirt off too. Lori took her own clothes off and held the baby close to her body to feel the frightened, trembling little soul she was about to kill. She held the baby high above her head (as most moms do) ...and punched her in the face. The little head bobbled on the soft, flexible little neck and more blood spattered from her mouth.

"Dad...mom's got another one!" yelled sexy 7-year-old Stella. Stella ran up to her mom in her black patent leather pumps, white nylons and magenta, crotchless g-string. She stood back as Lori squatted, spread the infant's legs and nodded to Stella. Stella took a step closer.., and kicked the little baby in the cunt just about as hard as she could. Stella almost fell back on her pumps and the baby started to cry again as it woke. "Let's get it inside." said Lori.

Lori's husband had been watching a video of a woman being tortured with propane torches and soldering irons, but he clicked it off when he saw the new arrival. Lori immediatley got the baby girl into a hogtie and hung her on a horizontal rod about four feet from the ground. "I'm going to get my barbecue skewers." said the man. He had purchase individual, thin, heated skewers for australian type of barbecue. He had ten of them and planned on using them all. "I'm going to cover her little labia with my steel plates. Two should do the trick." said Lori. "Can I use the tongue roller on her?" asked Stella. Lori's friend had custom-made a device which clips onto the tongue and pulls, mounting outside the lips. It will pull a tongue completely off if that is desired. "Yes. Go get it." said Lori.

Lori's husband licked the little baby's pussy and nipples before he inserted the electric skewers into the girl's toes. The baby was still crying, but it seemed distant now. Kind of resigned. Almost like she wasn't really there anymore. Stella ran back with the roller when she saw her dad coming at the hog tied child with the rods. She didn't want to miss any of it. "Which one should I do first?" he asked Stella. "This one?" He picked a middle toe. Half-naked seven-year-old Stella nodded with a smile. She loved her dad. He was the best sex partner she had ever had. He's the only one who made her cum.

Lori caught the first rod insertion on videocam. The skewers were about six inches long, so the man made sure it went through the bottom of the newborn's foot and into her heel. The baby began screaming constantly and Lori quieted it by pressing her vagina up to it's bloody, horrified little mouth. She repeatedly smacked it in the face with her palm and with a paddle until she decided to put the electric plates on it's chubby, sensitive labia. When she did that, Stella attached the youngster's tongue to the tongue roller. Setting it on the outside of the girl's lips, she began turning it. The delicate, little babygirl's screams changed to groans of agony as her little, tender muscle was soon ripped from her head.

Having finished putting the special epoxy on the baby's labia, Lori now took the infant's tongue and pulled Stella close. "Lay down, sweetiepie, I'm going to put it in you." she said and Stella layed down immediately and spread her legs, wide and receptive. She wanted that babytongue inside her! Mom dropped some vigorous, passionate kisses on the seven-year-old's cunt with the infant's tongue tip still visible, protruding outward. Stella was really excited as she stood back up.

Dad had one foot done now, and the baby was going into shock. She wasn't going to last long. By the time mom had the plates all hooked up, dad had both of the babies feet impaled too, so they turned the electricity on. Soon, the smell of cooking baby flesh and fat was all over the house. Even though Lori had tried to wake her up, the baby was not crying or trying to move any more. Stella had her face up to the baby's, watching it's facial expression as it died, like she always did. She loved looking into the baby's eyes during those last few moments.

There was only one thing left before they ate the child: Remove her ovaries and refrigerate them for later sale. Local colleges and medical schools would pay $5,000 for the eggs and would not ask any questions. Lori un-tied the dying youngster and layed her flat on her face on the kitchen table with a splat and a thunk. She and her husband went to work, entering through the child's back. A whimpering was heard and her little, precious body even tightened up a bit as they cut through the muscle and fat over her pelvis. The blood was everywhere and the family had a lot of fun seeing it. Stella hugged her dad's hips and held his cock as he burrowed deeper and deeper to get at the prized caviar. Stella loved this part. "Hold the knife honey." he said, just like always. She held it up so he could get a scalpel in there to cut the connective tissues holding the ovaries to the kidneys. One more tool and a little more scraping and the right ovary was out. Dad then helped mom with hers.

Lori roughly opened the little girl's eyes and determine she was dead. She then cut the head off with a chef's knife and got the child's body cleaned of entrails and organs so she could be roasted and eaten.