Teen Mom Throws Baby To Hungry Dog

by Nancy  L. Katz and Michele McPhee

Daily News Staff Writers, Date: 3/6/01

Brooklyn baby died the kind of death that could make the toughest cop or fire fighter cry.

A teenager who hid her pregnancy from her ailing mother and kid sister and delivered the infant herself several days ago in a Bedford-Stuyvesant apartment, police said yesterday.

Then 16-year-old Lisa Small allegedly hurled her child into the small yard behind her tenement, where the family's snarling, hungry dog was waiting.

Police learned her grisly secret yesterday after a neighbor called 911 and reported a "newborn being eaten by a dog."

Fire Lt. Dennis Murphy arrived at 590 Bainbridge Ave. and found in the icy, muddy yard a pit bull / Rottweiler mix gnawing on a corpse so mangled it was impossible to determine its sex.

"At first, we thought it was a doll," Murphy said. "It was too terrible to think it was a baby."

Murphy said rescuers used fire tools to subdue the dog while police sprayed it with Mace to loosen its jaws from the baby's body.

"Unfortunately, the infant was dead already," said Police Capt. Patrick McAndrews.

The dog, which neighbors said was called Midnight and was kept half-starved, was taken to a Brooklyn pound.

Small, a sophomore at Thomas Jefferson High School, told detectives at the 73rd Precinct the baby was stillborn. No charges were immediately filed against the teen, who was being questioned at the stationhouse last night.

Neighbors in her building said she was a quiet girl devoted to caring for her mother and raising her 6-year-old sister.

"She's not a violent person," said Marie Stanton, 19, a friend of the teen. "She's a good girl."

Murphy said the case was even more tragic because Small could have dropped off her unwanted child at any firehouse in the city without fear of prosecution under the Abandoned Infant Protection Act, which Gov. Pataki signed into law in July.

"It's very sad, very tragic," Murphy said, "if the baby was, in fact, born alive."

Personal Comment by Karen

Oh boo fucking hoo! Poor pansy cops and fire fighters that have to cry because a baby was eaten alive by a vicious hungry dog. Yes the baby was born alive. How do I know such? I was there! But I will get to that in a moment. It sickens me how the news media always paints everything so negative and drastic. A flake of snow becomes a blizzard. A  summer thunder shower becomes the worst storm of the century because some old rotting tree is blown over. And the scary thing is that people buy into all the hype. First snow flake that hits the ground everyone runs to stock up on bread and milk.

The above story is a classic example. Was the beauty of the moment expressed or described? NO! Was the positive aspects of the kill offered for consideration? Again... NO! The authorities were asked about their stupid reaction. The neighbors were asked their expected type of opinions. The friend of the sixteen year old who disposed of her little bastard baby was even asked for her comment but no one bothered to asked Karen or her lover! So I will put the matter straight. It was beautiful!

I had been visiting my old friend and lover from my collage days, Stephanie. We get together every once in a while for gossip, wine coolers and of course sex. She is so raunchy. She's into food play. She loves to stick food items up herself and her lovers like bananas then suck them out after they get warm and mushy. She also loves to piss in her salad and have feces on her plate with her entry which she eats to orgasm with her dinner. She is one sick bitch and that is why I love her so. As I, she too is a bisexual pedofem. And she too is not very gentle with her little boy and girl toys which was certainly reflected by what happened that deliciously memorable day.

She lives in the run down tenement area of town because she loves the general filth associated with the place.  She loves to give oral sex to the dirty unwashed homeless men and women in the area and with so many mothers on Crack Cocaine the amount of unwatched little flowers there about is a  delight for harvester's of such. Since she has been there for several years many of those little flowers have gone missing. No one has a clue. You see she works at a free heath clinic as a nurse practitioner. The community thinks she is something really special. And of course she is. Just not in the way they would ever imagine. And I must say that I am very proud of her for her high values. For instance... There is not a prejudice bone in her sweet beautiful body. Those missing little flowers are from various ethnic and religious backgrounds. As well as different colors and sexual genders. Glean from these statements what you wish.

Anyway back to the subject. We had just finished a delightful fuck session. It was nothing particular degenerate. Just a slow tender fuck with me on my back. My legs high and wide. She had strapped up with her strap-on and laid on top of me in the missionary position. We had a porno video on with a young blond bitch being mounted and hammered by a large dog that appeared to be hung more like a pony then a dog. We had humped and pumped, and kissed and whispered words of love to a wonderful slow meaningful orgasm.

Afterward I was standing at a window which overlooked the connected small back yards of the tenements. Leaning over the window sill with my naked ass up in the air, I was looking at the small areas in some yards where gardens had obviously been prior to the now Winter months and the old tires and derbies in other yards when I heard a slight commotion in the apartment just above. I heard what sounded like a window being opened and then heard what sounded like the quiet squeaking sound of a new born struggling for its first little breaths. Then without warning, "THUD", something bright pink and glistening with mucus hit the ground right there in front of my eyes. It took me a moment to realize that it was a new born baby with about a foot and a half or more of its umbilical cord still attached. Apparently the mother must have detached it from the placenta end prior to flushing the after birth down the toilet. Then disposed of the baby out the window. The thud that it made hitting the ground from two stories up immediately registered as sounding very sensual to my ears.

"Jesus Christ Stephie", I exclaimed. "Get over here quick!" I heard Stephie pitter patter bare foot across the carpeted floor over to where I was now hanging half out the window for an even better look. "What baby?" she asked. "What's goin' on?" As she leaned over me I felt the now cool but still very slippery artificial cock of her strap-on which she still was wearing press against my left buttock then slip between the crack of my ass. I noticed too her soft full breasts pushing tightly against my back as she leaned forward to see past me. Her fresh smelling soft long brown hair caressing my shoulders and loosely blending with my own long auburn hair brought shivers of desire to my body. "It's a baby Stephanie! A new born fresh from some bitch's whore hole!" Instinctively I said, "We better get help. In this temperature it won't last long!" as I began to rise I felt Stephanie bear down with her weight and simply say, "Excuse me." Then add, "Are we forgetting what we are here? Pedofems!? Pedofems who sometimes even eat their young?" Her breath was hot and humid in my ear. Her voice was low and sultry. She continued with, "Well baby? Do you really want to go for help?" As she said this I felt her begin to undulate her hips against my buttocks. The strap-on's tool now had warmed to our body temperature from being wedged between us. The hard shaft still slippery from my previous vaginal discharge enabled it to smoothly ride in the aromatic crack of my hot ass. I turned my head toward her lips and felt her nibble gently on my ear as I choked out a long hissing, "Nooo. Of course not my darling. Please forgive me. it just popped out with out me giving it a thought." I had already began to think how wonderful it will be to watch the newborn shiver to death in the cold knowing that we could save it with little effort. Its death would be on our wicked hands. Would be our deliberate doing. Lovely! Just fucking lovely I thought.

It was then we both saw it. The family dog as it bounded out of its shanty little boarded dog house. It seemed that many in the projects kept large black dogs that were known to have a vicious disposition. They claim it is for protection but it really seems to be some type of status symbol. Their owners being generally quite poor the animals never seem too well fed. This dog was no exception. Vicious and hungry it went straight for the baby. The animal first sniffed the squirming shivering child. We waited breathlessly for what we had no idea would happen. Then without warning the dog bit down on one of the newborn's little legs. Blood squirted out with much more velocity and abundance then one would ever expect from such a little thing. The baby let out a cry which caught others' attention. We noticed that across the yard in the opposite tenement building a woman had now opened her window to see where the cry had come from and what initiated it. You could hear the franticness to her voice as she exclaimed presumably to her husband, "Clarence! Call 911! Quickly! There's a child being attacked by a dog over in the Small's yard! Oh my God!"

Quickly our eyes returned to the ravenous spectacle before us. The severed leg just dangling now as the dog drug the child through the cold mud back towards the entrance of its dog house. As it lay down it started to chew on various parts of the child. The new born baby's screams were now just gurgled painful mews and whimpers. About this moment in time I felt Stephanie's had reach between us to nuzzle the strap-on's tool to the opening of my vagina. I again turn my head back over my shoulder a bit and cuddling my face to the side of hers whispered, "Up my ass darling. Sodomize me." With out any hesitation she aimed higher then with one stroke buried her male prosthesis friend full until it bottomed out in my rectum. The dull ache that always accompanies the first stroke of insertion warmly flooded my abdomen and lower belly. With out any delay Stephanie began to vigorously pump me hard. Thankfully the device was still so wet from our prior romp. Thankfully when it comes to vaginal lube mucus I have always been known to discharge copiously. Makes the going nice and easy whenever and wherever one is getting probed. Just dip and do. (giggle)

We knew that even though a call for help had gone out it would be a while before this delicious scenario would come to its end. Sephie now had her hands on my shoulders. Her upper torso she had lifted from my back. I still felt her long silky hair caressing my back. Her lush breasts dragging with her pumping movements also across my back. Her turgid nipples distinctly noticeable in contrast to the softness of the flesh surrounding them.  She was grunting and drooling now. Have you ever seen a truly beautiful woman give herself over to totally depravity? Giver herself to actual blood lust? It is thoroughly... well... beautiful! I felt her saliva also dripping on my back. I was in Heaven.

As she pumped she began to strain for her orgasm. All the sensations of the moment were upon me and I too was rushing toward a glorious finish. Now we both concentrated on the violence before us.

We could actually hear the tearing of raw soft flesh. The sound reminded us of the sensation you feel when tearing the leg from a raw chicken. When the cut is not clean and you have to pull and twist. The beast was doing just that... pulling and twisting. Tearing the little limbs from the child's tiny bloodied body. The child lasted a surprisingly long time under the circumstances much to our shared delight. Even though it could not contemplate or reason on the pain we knew that it was cruel and excruciating. The body was hardly recognizable now. It was nothing more then raw torn meat except for the soft little head. Then the K9 took the baby's head in its powerful jaws and with out ceremony bit down. The head exploded like a little squeezed over ripe melon. Blood, brains and other fluid burst forth from the crushed little skull. I swear that I saw its tiny eyes pop out and dangle briefly on what still showed as its little cheeks. As the dog continued to chew the newborn's features as a small human quickly vanished into a mess of red flesh and cartilage. Of soft splintered bone and gristle. The report was correct when saying that due to the child's total destruction its sex couldn't even be determined at the site of the kill.

Just as the baby's soft little head exploded so did Stephie and I. We grunted and farted and Stephie pissed herself. As I attained orgasm I felt her hot wet yellow offering run profusely down my thighs, calves and over my feet. It smelled strong. It was glorious. The kill was a natural. Little baby human. Wild acting animal. Outside during a cold icy Winter day. We really felt close to Nature that day. The kill was also very brutal. The type my kind really enjoy. To say that innocence suffered that day would be an understatement. The whole innocent family suffered and will continue to do so for a life time. The ailing mother of the perpetrator will blame herself. The little sister will always be haunted by the memory of what she considers the horror of the occasion. And of course the sixteen year old dead baby's mother will never be the same. Society will see to that. I wish that I and those in my coven or group if you prefer could have the child. We would teach her to feel much pleasure in what she did to her own offspring. To be free and empowered as we do from such atrocities. To deliberately take innocent life the next time not out of desperation but for the depraved dark sexual pleasure that can be experienced. But no... we will not have such opportunity with the girl. She will be the biggest victim from all this. Stephanie and I will gain pleasure then from her suffering also. We will laugh  while we rub each other's clitorises and speak of her life long plight of emotional suffering. That to has its merit for pleasure. Yes we will see to it that young Lisa Small's suffering will not be in vain. It will at least serve me and Stephie with many wonderful and intense orgasms.

As the police finally arrived we hid behind the curtain and watched everyone crying and getting sick over the scene. We stayed as we were, naked with Sephie's strap-on firmly implanted up my ass. We giggled from time to time at the lamenting going on by everybody but us. Finally it was over. The next few days, prior to the end of my visit, took place with us girls in each other's arms rehashing what we were so fortunate to be a part of. Yes a part of!  I bet that we didn't let an hour go by without one or the other reminding that we could have saved the baby's life. And that we didn't because we are literally killers. There... I said it. Killers in love. Killers for pleasure. Us and others like us. No one suspects. After all... we are women. We could not carry out such things let alone even consider them. (wicked laugh) We are mommies and daughters. We are career women. We are women who regularly go to church. We are wives. We are sisters to brothers. But do not worry. My particular kind only have a taste for children from birth to maybe twelve. Primarily for female toys. Occasionally a male child for the variety we all need in our particular course in life. And also an occasional full term pregnant women to get at her fetus of course.

The experience was so pleasurable and spiritually cleansing we have decided to orchestrate the same scenario again. Only this time deliberately and with a little girl with more understanding of what will be happening to her. We thought maybe about five or six. Dressed in a cute little Sunday go to church outfit. And oh yes... maybe right after church for real. We'll tell her that we are taking her out for ice cream and then back to her Mommy  Then to the woods we go where two or three wild pack dogs hungrily await. Definitely we will bring the camcorder. You can bet that much vagina fluid will secrete from many birth openings while my sisters in mayhem watch that tape.

So you see there is much positive to come from the event that the media in its narrow minded wisdom decided to declare as so horrible, so negative. Not only the act itself was enjoyed so much by at least Stephie and I but also future similar acts were inspired and already we are making our plans for their implementation. Don't you agree that these are positive things?

One more thing... The sex of the little brutally ripped to death bastard new born? It was a little split tail (female) as I am sure most of the male readers appreciate. Trust me though... most of my female like minded appreciate that it was a split tail equally so. (Maybe I'll explain why it is such with us sometime.)

And oh yes... Stephie and I went out the next day looking for baby body or gut souvenirs. Damn forensics people got it all. Stephanie said that if they had left the dog she would have liked to have sifted through it's excrement for baby bone fragments to suck on while cleaning her fingers with her tongue to in effect taste the dead child's digested flesh. Yes she is one sick bitch. But remember... That's why I lover her so. (giggle)

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