Chapter 1
The infant girl was hog-tied and suspended from the basement ceiling, clinging to life and sanity about five feet above the floor. Because she was only three weeks old, her blindfold and breather gag had to be specially-made by her mom. A thin-but-ridged urethral plug, with a hole through the middle for urination had been put inside the little girl's vagina, only a steel ring visible now.
Her mother, Charlene, had shoved the three-inch device inside her child that morning, first piercing the baby's hymen with it, after she had hog-tied, suspended, blindfolded and gagged her. It was her first child and she and her friends had decided to do this about 6 months into the pregnancy.
After the baby's cherry was destroyed by the thin, steel, invasive sex toy, mom slid it into her delicate urehra, and the girl screamed and writhed hardly stopping since, even though that was seven hours ago. A fun mixture of infant blood and urine had issued from the pee hole in the plug, dripping slowly and gracefully onto the floor. The breather gag was doing a good job of keeping the panic-stricken child's screams subdued.
Whenever the child stopped crying, her mother took hold of the small ring on the end of the urethral plug and pushed the plug in and out of the girl rapidly and vigorously, poking down and in at her tiny clit, the ridges irritating the urethral lining, until she was screaming again.
After about four hours, it was difficult to get an extreme reaction out of the baby unless her mom angled the plug in shallow.., right at the girl's g-spot. No matter how exhausted the child was, she would always start screaming again if her mom did that to her. Small blasts of urine would erupt, in pseudo-orgasms.
Charlene's friends would be coming over soon, so she pulled the steel plug out of the little, trembling bundle of nerves and tissue and clipped a small, red, toy "devil" to it's end ring and pushed the steel, three-sixteenths inch wide urethral plug back in to the angelic, little body.
"Oh my god!" said Doreen, as she entered with her two friends. "It's so cute!" She walked over and fondled the four-inch, hollow, rubber, red devil. "Where did you get it?" She purposely ignored the little girl in extreme pain and bondage. "It's nice! Isn't it!" confirmed Charlene. "It looks beautiful on her." commented Doreen, giving the toy a flip and letting it swing as she walked away.
Charlene was already in just a body harness, so the three other women took their outer clothing off, to expose themselves to the child. They were all wearing body harnesses, two of them wearing leather g-strings as well.
They all had a raspberry-lime rickey at Charlene's bar, admiring and assessing the little girl under the track lighting. "You want to juice her through her little plug after I take her blidfold down and talk to her a bit to comfort her?" Asked Donna. "Sure." replied Charlene as she took out the P.E.S. box and some leads. "I don't think you'll even have to take her little toy off." suggested Sharon, meaning the little devil could stay attached to the ring on the end of the plug.
All the women walked over to the whimpering, shivering, nearly-bald child, all of them masturbating. "Let me take this thing off and see our little girl!" exclaimed Doreen, in a mocking way, positioning herself in front of the child's face. A big smile broke out on everyone's face as the blindfold was roughly pulled off. They mastrubated harder and quicker as the strong, bright, white light invaded and assaulted the infant's eyes and brain. The little, red, wrinkly face was pouting and screaming again!
"Hello, sweetheart!" said Doreen. "How long have you been up there, huh? I'll bet you'd love to come down and rest, wouldn't you!" "She has such sexy hair, mentioned Sharon, feeling the infant's tuft of light red hair.
"Here." said the child's mother. "Everyone take a fly swatter." One at a time, the sadistic women gave the frantic, red face a whap with the plastic fly swatter; some hitting the chin from underneath, some going for the eyes and Sharon seeming to prefer the ears and side of the head.
"Talk to her now." Charlene directed Doreen. "Try to calm her down and I'll get her hooked up." It took about 25 minutes for the black and blue and scraped up face to stop crying, Doreen speaking kind and loving words to it with her face right up against its. Donna stepped over, occasionally to spit in it's face as this took place, then grabbing her tits and lapping at them in an expression and feeling of power.
"Can we go to the pony gag?" Doreen asked the child's mother. "I think we'll want to hear her better when you hit her widdle pussy with electricity." "I think that's a fine idea." Charlene replied, and the breather gag was taken off the child and a brass pony gag was installed in it's mouth, instead. "Bye bye, baby! Bye bye..." said Donna, mockingly, waving as the blindfold was replaced. They all laughed as the three-week-old little girl resumed crying, this time with the shiny, new bar across her mouth.
"Let me bounce her a bit on her little rope, first." said Donna. She untied the tether at the wall and her tits flapped in feminine, adult power as she hauled on it about twice a second, violently stretching the muscles in the child's abdomen and ribcage, the spinning child screaming puke onto the floor. Donna tied the rope on the wall again and an electrode was hooked up to the end of the baby's urethral plug.
The girl diligently held her little Satan doll by her cunt muscles as her mother prepared her and kissed the bottoms of her feet. Sharon urinated into a cup and began feeding spoonful after spoonful of it to the child, Doreen helping the baby to swallow. Donna masturbated and smiled radiantly as she watched the child trying so hard and so futilely to turn it's head away from the waste product being forced upon it.
All the while, Doreen spoke to the child as if it were her own, or any other sexy newborn that she was allowed to be alone with: "Who's the sexiest girl in this room, huh? Whose the sexiest girl suspended from the ceiling? Huh? Is it you? Who's the little pony girl with the beat up face? Does someone want to die? Is there some pretty, little girl here who wants to be tortured to death?" The mockery and obvious deceipt just enraged the child more.
Charlene waited for just the right moment: When it was gently sobbing and had a fresh mouthful of urine. Sharon had the videocam on for a closeup of the newborn's face when the mom hit the daughter's cunt with forty milliamps. In slow motion, it was the most beautiful thing to watch: First, the little face got all scrunched-up and red, the eyes turning into mere slits.
Golden urine then poured from the mouth as the tongue went forward and the little girl's entire body shot up about a foot and came back down. Then, more regurgitation shot from deep inside the child, some clinging to the brass bar on the gag. Then, such crying you have never heard!
The smell of burnt baby piss and rubber was in the air and Charlene looked down to see that one of Satan's horns had been melted off by the electrode. She harshly pulled the urethral plug out of the child and took it's gag and blindfold off. She then taped the rubber figurine to the baby's face so that she could see the devil's face really well for the next couple of hours.
The women took the tender child down and layed it on it's back, on some pillows with a little bowl under it's ass. They knew it wouldn't be long until some shit was extruded. When it was, the baby would be shown just how "innocent" and "sweet" it really was as it would be forced to acknowledge and contend with the reality of what it had produced.., what was deep inside it.
Chapter 2
They were playing whist when they smelt it a couple of hours later. "Oh.., looks like baby girl wants to learn a lesson!" said Charlene, and they all rose. The tape and toy were removed from the child's face and it was wrapped, face-down, around a clear, hollow, horizontal, plastic tube that was twelve inches wide, mounted on stands. The child's face was positioned inside a hole on the bottom of the tube, pointed up. The child's wrists were tied with parachute cord to the floor and her legs were spread wide, ankles tied to rings in the wall. This kept her snugly wrapped around the tube.
The face was pointed up in the hole in the clear tube, at a slight angle. The ass was positioned directly over a sliding hatch, above the infant's face. A mortar and pestle were brought out. The infant's shit was put into the mortar, and with the pestle, was re-introduced inside the infant's ass. All the shit was pushed back in as the newborn cried bloody murder. The pestle was 3/8" wide.
Sharon and Doreen held her ass open as Charlene pushed all of the little girl's shit back in. Donna helped tuck in any loose shit that was trying to escape. The little baby got to see all of this happening, too! (There was no question in her young mind as to what was happening to her).
The sliding hatch in the clear, plastic tube was opened, directly under the child's ass, and laxative suppositories were introduced to her tiny, little body. Soon, the little girl was literally choking to death on it's own shit that was spilling down from it's little ass. Liquid, mustard-colored feces covered the restrained girl's face, neck and head. Charlene reached her hand in between the tube and the little girl's lower abdomen a couple of times, giving her tiny intestines a squeeze, helping the child to evacuate more thoroughly.
The ends of the three-foot-long tube were open, so the women had gathered at both ends to issue words of support and occasionally clear the infant's nostrils. Once in a while, a woman would dig a pinkie into the baby's mouth and wiggle it to clear some shit from her epiglotus, to stop keep the airway clear. They would lick their pinky after doing this, and then put it one of their friends' mouths.
The upside-down baby eventually ran out of shit, so all four ladies did their best at producing some of their own for the child's consumption. Everyone except for Sharon was successful. They combined their shit in a large bowl and urinated into and mixed it enough so that it could be pumped through some 1/4" medical tubing. The clear tube was run into the child's right nostril and deep into her tummy.
A small, inexpensive electric pump was attached. As Charlene went to plug it in, Sharon looked adoringly at the baby girl's shit-covered face and said, "Baby yum-yum?" She kindly wiped some shit down into the baby's eyes and forced them open. She spit in the infant's eyes and mixed the spit and shit into it's eyes. The child screamed from the acidic, bacterial sting. Donna kissed Sharon's back in approval.
Donna opened the baby's eyes again, just to make sure it was seeing the reality of things. Charlene turned on the pump and they all waited, eager to see baby's reaction. Instantly, brown puke shot from the newborn's mouth. She just kept puking her little guts out for about ten minutes.. They all wanted to suck on it's little, puffy pussy right then, but it's dumb little cunt was covered in the shit that had dripped out of it's young ass. "What's wrong, little girl?!" said Donna, her voice echoing in the tube. "Did you eat something awful? What did mommy give you, huh?" Charlene looked at her little girl, who was being so good, and realized that it would have been good to have used a pussy pump on the baby while she was strapped to the side of the tube, but she could not attach one now, with all the liquidy shit covering the little girl's inverted pussy.
When the little girl was finished with puking, they untied her legs and arms and took her down. She was still breathing. "What a big girl!" her mother said. She carried her to the shower and held her under it. The child didn't even have the energy to complain.
All cleaned-up and daisy-fresh, the child deserved some TLC, now, so Charlene brought her into the bedroom, where all four pedophiles converged on her. Sharon was licking and giving love bites to her feet and ankles. Donna was straddling one of the child's raised knees, getting off on it. Doreen trimmed the child's hair with her teeth, biting off as much of it as she could, also sniffing the infant's scalp, wanting to bite into it and eat it. Charlene held one of the child's nipples in her teeth and just growled. Then, she switched to the other one. You could tell she wanted to take them off. The child silently rested through all of this.
Donna knew the baby's tummy was sore, so she pressed on it repeatedly, sometimes deep and every ten seconds, sometimes shallow and rapid. She baby only whined, exhausted. I'm not even sure she had the strength to scream, had her mother bitten off her nipples. Donna then pressed on the little girl's intestines.., doing the same to her reproductive organs, trying to feel what she could inside the little girl.
Sharon became interested in the girl's ribcage, digging her fingers underneath it and between the ribs, seemingly wanting to take it apart or remove it. Doreen had the infant's head turned to one side and was staring up-close at one area of flesh, behind the infant's ear. She wanted to start stripping the outer skin with her teeth, starting at this place and working her way around and down the neck.
They let the child rest until the next day, when the 22-day-old sexpot would have more strength to resist.
Chapter 3
Sitting around in the living room that night, Sharon, holding the sleeping baby, asked quietly, "Do the lungs taste good?" Doreen nodded, "Yes." Sharon just looked down and put her fingertip inside the baby's curved palm. "They feel amazing in your mouth, too, if they are still moving." she added. Doreen was the only one of the four who had murdered and cannibalized an infant. As with so many, child and adult alike, who are in cages and cellars in chains across this country, the baby had been an illegal alien. Doreen had purchased her for only $4,000. You can get them for as low as $2,000 if you buy quantity.
"The one I had was eleven months, though. She fought like a demon to stay alive." All the women were masturbating at this point. "I had a piece of her left lung in my teeth, and she was waving her arms like a crazy woman!" They all chuckled.
They stayed quiet, hoping Doreen would continue. "I had her little chest stripped open, but I used a scalpel. I'm going to use my teeth on this one." "How did you get down to her lungs?" asked Sharon, with an excited smile. "Once you get the skin off, it's easy, but it takes time." replied Doreen. "...but then again, I just used a coping saw on the ribs. One by one, just cut them at the breastbone and pull them out. It's kind of messy, but the bones are good eating, if broiled, or you can use them in soup. Once they're out, you can scoop the lung out with your hands while it is still attached and breathing. They're beautiful to watch while they are still in the chest, exposed, but breathing. It's fun to talk to the little girl at that point and have a little conversation with her. You can even show them to her."
"I didn't tell her I was going to do it, but I bit into her lung when she inhaled. I took a bite right out of it." Charlene came when she heard this, her cunt making a "flapping" noise as it juiced right up. "Then I cut her tummy out real quickly and handed it to her. I sat her up and sat with her and held her and stroked her hair as she died. While I sat with her, I told her I was going to eat her. I actually took a bite out of her shoulder while we sat there. I'm not sure if she was dead yet".
"That's beautiful." said Donna." Could she see what was happening to her?" "Oh, yeah!" replied Doreen. The back of her little head was jocked up against the headboard with her wrists roped to the headboard, too. I had her in purple nylons and red pumps when she died."
Sharon asked, "When you skinned her little chest, did you take the nipples off, or go around them?" and came after asking that question. She jammed three fingers into her vagina, with a groan, as she came.
"I went around them" answered Doreen. "It's amazing. When you work around them on a little girl, you see that they are supported by a nerve and tissue..., almost like a pole. It goes right into the chest muscle. Actually..." (she laughed), "I didn't know quite what to do with them!" They all erupted in laughter. "I...I..." (they calmed down) "...eventually ate them, connective tissue and nipples and all, once she died. They looked really cute, though."
"I had her helping me for a little while, too! I put the scalpel in her hand and told her to cut with me. I told her I'd break her arm if she didn't do it, and I showed her how I would break it. I applied just a little pressure at her elbow, pulling the arm back, and she screamed, so she was very good about it! I untied her hands and we skinned about half of her chest together. If I had broken her arm, it would have been even easier. She was a little hesitant when we got to the deeper layers of skin. She was pretty exhausted by then, though, so usually just a hard slap in the face was all that was needed.
"Eleven months, huh?" commented Charlene. "Yup! You want to hear something funny?" said Doreen. "You bet I do..!" said Charlene, looking over to her precious infant. "When we got to a motel, somewhere in Oklahoma, I think, on the way back from getting her, I got her onto the bed and threw some blankets over her head and got a ball gag into her little mouth. My husband and I held her down as I ran a string of small anal beads into her pussy. I took the blankets off, and this little, brown, naked, condemned child made a break for the door, falling off the bed and waddling to the closed and locked door with the white anal beads trailing out of her." All four women laughed. My husband and I just watched her and laughed as she screamed underneath her gag, trying to get away. It was one of the most precious sights. I wish I had taken a picture."
"Definitely a Kodak moment." said Sharon. Doreen continued, "When she was waddling to the door, trying to escape, Tim said to her, 'Hurry! Escape!' We both laughed. When she got to the door, she just fell into a sitting position and played with the length of beads that were trailing out of her. Maybe she was trying to get them out." I walked over to her and wiped her face on the carpet to dry her tears. She looked so hot in her black ball gag."
"How did you decide to murder her?" asked Donna. "Well, we never really did decide..." answered Doreen. "We were kinda spontaneous about it. At the end, we had her hanging by her wrists in tiny, leather restraints from the shower curtain rod at home, which we had reinforced. We just kept adding more and more weight to her little ankles. She looked so gorgeous, naked like that, all stretched out. We started with 2 1/2 pound dumbells on each ankle." We both gently and slowly kissed her entire body as she hanged there, screaming her little heart out. I didn't even have to put pins crossways through her nipples or one straight up, through her clit. She was already in enough pain.
"We even found the pink, rubber-coated dumbells, to make her look pretty. Then, one by one, we added two-ounce fishing weights, hanging them with fishing line by her little toes. She must have had pretty close to six pounds on each foot when this big, black internal contusion just appeared near her liver, on the left, and just spread across and down, covering and swelling her abdomen. She only spasmed a couple of times at the end, and they were small spasms, and that was all she wrote for this little girl. This was after about 6 or 7 hours of other stuff, mainly pins and cigarettes. Oh, and lots of sex. Could that little girl swallow cum! Just a couple toothpicks to keep her mouth open was all she needed."
"You'd have to kill her after Tim had sex with her, Doreen!" joked Sharon. "At eleven months, he'd likely run away with her and leave you!" "Very funny, Sharon." said Donna. "No! She's right, Donna!" said Doreen. "One of the reason I like to kill them is because they are such a threat to us eighteen-and-older! They think they're pretty hot shit at the beach, but when they are in my trunk, they figure out older women are boss really fast."
Charlene laughed, "You got that right. I punched one in the face for no reason at all, other than that she was flat and gorgeous." "Where was she?" asked Doreen. "In the dressing room at a freshwater beach in New Hampshire. She was about eight. I'll never forget that feeling when my fist connected to her face.., and her young body, bikini, cunt, and all, went flying back. It's one of the best feelings I've ever had in my life." "I want to kill one with my tits sometime." said Sharon. "Just a stranger, like the child you punched out, Charlene. Just hold her down and let her feel the power of my tits as she suffocates."
"Well!" replied Charlene, walking over to her young daughter and exposing the child's genitals by taking her blanket off, lifting her up for a sec off of Donna's lap and setting her back down. "I may not have a complete stranger for you right away, but I have a little girl we have only known for three weeks!"
"Sounds to me like we need to talk about how we want this little one to leave us." said Donna. "Yes, we do." commented Charlene.
Chapter 4
"Sharon, are you still planning on having an abortion?" Doreen asked. "Yes, I am..." she replied, "...but I want to find a guy who is really into it, first. I want to enjoy the pregnancy and abortion with a guy who has a deep desire to kill our son or daughter with me." "I could marry a guy like that..." stated Donna. "Well, do it now, Sharon, while there are still some late-term providers!" advised Charlene. "When you do..." asked Donna, can you get a picture or two or try to save a part of the baby to show us afterward?" "I'm going to try like hell..." Sharon said.
Taking her baby back in her arms and standing and rocking her, she asked, "Is there anything shaped like a penis that will heat up and actually cook a little girl like this from the inside?" "The only thing I can think of is a curling iron." said Doreen. "Well, how long do you want to keep her screaming and in pain?" asked Donna. "I figure she's good for five hours..." said the child's mother. "Well, if that's the case..." suggested Doreen, then you only want something that gets no hotter than 200 degrees for her little pussy. Even then, you'll have to take it out after a while so she doesn't go into shock."
"There are these Australian barbecue rods." said Sharon. "I have a few sets. They're electric and get hot enough to make shishkebab or other barbecue items. The're nice and long, about 16", so you might be able to run one into her bladder and one into her uterus. I'm not sure whether they'd be any better than heating up some dialator rods, though, and putting them inside her."
"We could run a third one up her ass and into her intestines." Said Charlene, excited.
"I want to bring my dogs over and see their reaction to what's going to happen." said Donna. "I'll bring them over, and some estress scent, so that they can fuck her little pussy."
"What I'd love to see is the child propped up into a standing position by something sticking straight up from a platform of some sort and going up her ass to hold her in place." said Doreen. "That would look so cute!!" exclaimed Sharon. "Oh my god. I want to see that too!" said Charlene. "I'll make something up tonight." offered Doreen.
They then measured the child and determined that something 1/2" by 18 inches would penetrate into the child's large intestines, holding it firm by means of her tailbone and cartilage.
Charlene gently shook the un-named parcel in her arms, "You are going to be so excited tomorrow!" she said, adding, "When she's on that pole thing, I want someone to take a picture of her if she holds out her arms to me, ok?" No problem at all." said Doreen. "Especially if she's blindfolded and just hears your voice, Charlene." said Donna.
Laying the child down to sleep, in her bassinet, Charlene said, let's leave it open as to how we actually kill her, though. I think spontaneous is more fun." She gently removed the blanket from over the infant's body and one by one, the sadistic, murderous pedophiles kissed the newborn's cunt and walked slowly toward the door, bidding adieu to Charlene and the condemned child who was sleeping peacefully.
Sharon showed up first the next morning, and as she and Charlene were on the porch swing in the gazebo, Charlene said, "I know this might sound strange..." Concerned, Sharon turned to her and asked, "What?" "Well..., " admitted Chalene..."This one's not even gone and I'm already looking forward to my next." Sharon slid closer and put an arm around her close friend and fellow pedophile.
"Charlene, " she said, "It's not strange! Look at the reality of things, sweetie!" She tucked a lock of Charlene's hair behind her ear and said quietly, "In a few hours, your baby's going to be gone!" They looked at eachother with eyes glowing with wonder, roaring with zest for life. They knew that the event they were about to share was a very, very special one. The death of one's child is always a major event, especially when it is planned and yearned for. "Things change fast! We have to keep up with them!"
Sharon paused and continued, "Your womb, your body, is already free to recieve another baby! God made you that way, sweetie! We were put on earth to enjoy what our bodies can do! Just because you are planning on sending another infant soul to hell (or wherever it is they go) lol, doesn't mean that you value the death of this one any less!" "Thank you, Sharon." said Charlene, sniffing back some tears.
"Have you resumed your period yet? Have you had one?" "No." Charlene nodded. "Well that's okay." reassured Sharon. "Sometimes, there is an ovulation in between birth and the first period afterward."
"You're a wonderful friend and sex partner." said Charlene, who kissed Sharon. After a brief silence, Sharon said, "I know you are not going out with anyone right now. Is it okay if I set you up with my brother? He's a great lover." Charlene immediately nodded, "Yes."
"Is he fertile?" she asked. "Oh yes..." Sharon replied. "I've aborted two of our children already." Charlene was thinking about her lunar fertility cycle and timing it with the upcoming date with Sharon's brother, Michael, as they walked back into the house.
Even Sharon was shocked by what she saw when she walked into the front hall. Charlene opened the door to a travelling cat cage and withdrew what appeared to be an infant in mummification. The child had been mummified in kitchen wrap and outside of that, leather bootlaces criss-crossing. The baby had been blindfolded and ball-gagged, these devices laying submerged with the young one by layers of kitchen wrap. Tubes led into the infant's nostrils; one for eating and one for breathing. The only thing left open and accessible were the baby's genitals and rectum. What Sharon did not clearly see were the electro-stim pads that had been placed over the newborn's solar plexus, ovaries and nipples.
The next thing Charlene knew, she was next to a collie and a Scottish terrier. They were really happy to see her again! She stood to go find Donna, so the dogs chased eachother out the door. They walked right past the infant who had been put back in her cage! Doreen showed up at the same time, so Charlene said, "We're going to have a doggy picnic out back, so meet me around there, ok everyone?"
The other women took their ordinary clothes off, exposing their fetish gear, and waited in Charlene's secluded back yard. Momentarily, Charlene appeared with a silver tray in her arms. On it was a small, wrapped, figure, probably fully-aware of the fact that it was about to die. Children are psychic like that.
"Oh my god." said Doreen. "She looks so delicious." Sharon bent to kiss the wrapping over the little girl's tits, seeing and feeling the electro-stim pads with her lips as she did it. Donna immediately took a tiny "lipstick dill" on her keychain, lubed it, and pushed it to the child's vagina. It lay there, silently screaming with Donna's keys resting on top of it, the child's pussy bleeding and heart it's heart pounding. "That'll get her ready for the dogs, ok, Charlene?" Charlene and the other two pedophiles just smiled, gazing down at the baby in bondage, appreciating the agony and confinement it was in at the moment. "You did a beatiful job wrapping her up!" said Sharon. The leads to the electrodes had been tucked neatly into the side-creases in the wrap. The wrapping around the nostil tubes was airtight, it being wrapped several times around the first inch or so of the tubes.
The child was being raped by the 2' dill without it being able to make a single movement.., not even a sound, it's hymen sitting shattered in a puddle of blood. Sharon reached down and stroked the wrap over the infant's forehead, in a show of mock compassion. All Sharon could think of, however, was how good the baby was going to taste. She wanted at least one bite of it while it was still alive, though.
"Can you make her convulse by blocking off her breathing tube?" asked Donna. She placed her thumb over the child's breathing tube for a second. Doreen and Charlene looked at eachother. No one seemed to know. "I've heard you can stop their breathing, and that it till return naturally in a minute or so." said Sharon. "Well, let's leave this little girl's breathing tube unhindered for the moment." said it's mother.
"Donna, do you have the doggie scent with you?" "I sure do." she replied. "Ok, then. Let's put this bundle of joy right on the grass and wipe some of that inside her fat, little puddy tat. Ok?" "Absolutely." said Donna. "I better put Sammy (the collie) inside, first, though, or they'll be fighting over her. I want Toddy to have her first.
Donna, in just her body harness, put Sammy inside and shut the door. Charlene pulled the lipstick dildoe out of her newborn daughter and handed it and Donna's keys to her. Donna licked the few drops of blood off of it, covered it and put her keys back in her purse. Doreen lovingly placed the restrained infant on the grass. They all knelt around as Donna quickly wiped the dog estress inside the waiting little girl. Sammy came over and sniffed. He then looked up, apparently unsure. Then he mounted the little girl. Donna made sure his little, red erection was hitting the spot. It was tough for Toddy to get his legs wide enough, but he was doing it. He was getting about an inch or two inside of her.
Charlene took a scalpel and cut the kitchen wrap off of the little girl's blindfold. She wanted her to see this. She took the blindfold off and the newborn looked in amazement at the grey scottish terrier having sex with her. She was still crying, but the only sound was coming out the breathing tube (and a little escaping around the ball gag).
Sharon placed a palm under the infant's head and lifted so she could better see the doggie who was inside of her. Donna had sex with her dogs all the time, so she knew Toddy would be ejaculating inside the baby soon. She watched for the terrier's tell-tale signs and when she knew he was about to cum.., pushed him deep inside, hilting the dog's penis inside the child. The child regurgitated, so the ball gag had to be removed immediately. Things like this happen. Kids get worked up.
Charlene mistakenly cut the side of the child's face with her scalpel as she was cutting the wrapping and leather laces away, but that was no big deal. It wasn't even deep.
Chapter 5
Toddy was knotted inside the girl and his millions of sperms were on their futile journey to find her egg. She was screaming hysterically. The little doggie got down, apparently very happy. Donna sent Sharon in the house to get Sammy and then she voraciously sucked Toddy's semen out of the screaming infant.
Sammy had smelt the scent ten minutes ago, and ran straight for the pungent little package offering it's sex to him. Charlene situated the girl on a 12" wooden step-stool, and Sammy mounted her in an instant. Donna made sure he was in.
Kneeling at her baby's head, Charlene said to her as she was more-deeply raped, "Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?", caressing the child's rocking head and kissing it's tube-filled nose. "Do you see the doggie?" She took the child's left hand and had her pat Sammy's front leg. The unnamed girl would not stop screaming. It was such a beautiful sound. Sammy didn't let the screaming bother him. He somehow got at least 4" inside of the baby girl's pussy. He was fucking her hard and fast, too.
Both Sharon and Doreen licked Sammy's dick and ball sack as he happily raped the baby. There was blood all over the wrapping at her crotch and on Sammy's fur.
The baby looked up at the large dog, having no idea what was happening. It was so sweet. All she knew was that she was in pain and that she did not like it. A few times, Sammy stood still, hilted up to his knot ( he could not get his knot inside), standing there majestic and powerful, in a display of dominance over the baby human. It was his moment. He had her and would inseminate her. She had already accepted him inside of her and there was no competition for miles.
For no other reason than that she wanted to, Charlene began striking, slapping the infant in the face. The little hoses flipped from side to side. Sammy didn't mind one bit. He just continued fucking...or standing still inside his prey for a minute at a time. He often tried to walk forward a bit, trying to get his dick deeper into the child. He could feel her cervix on his pointed dickhead, and was trying to get through it.
Charlene began pulling little tufts of the terrified infant's hair out, then, and then french kissing it, and then tearing more of it's hair out. Sammy fucked the little girl as happily as can be as she was beaten and having her hair pulled out. Charlene ran her tongue up it's trembling jaw and smelt it's ear, noticing that the ear was very vulnerable and available as food. She would eat it later. Donna, Doreen and Sharon converged around the baby's head, smelling death. Doreen deftly cut the child's eyelids off with a scalpel. Donna placed a knitting needle through the infant's cheeks and tongue. Sharon cut the child's ears off and placed gauze over the wounds to stop the bleeding.
"Oh my god! She looks so beautiful!" said Doreen, rearing back onto her haunches. "Look at how beautiful she looks without ears!" Doreen and Sharon french kissed and Charlene continued aggressively french kissing her infant daughter. Donna checked to see how Sammy was progressing. She knew he was ready to blow. She licked his balls as she watched Doreen smacking the infant's face and head. I want to hit her tits with electricity." said Sharon, and she got the P.E.S. box connected to the electrodes on the child's chest. She put a finger on the child's neck artery to feel her pulse and flipped the switch. The child went unconscious as her heart beat zoomed from about 80 beats per minute to about 240. Sharon kissed the wrapping over the child's tits and put the box away.
"Is there a way to get the dogs to lick her eyes?" asked Charlene. "The best thing to make them lick is salt." answered Donna. Charlene stood and went in the house to make a small paste of sea salt and water. She brought it out to the unconscious infant and smeared it into it's open eyes. She offered the child's eyelids to Sammy, who refused them, so she bit one in half and handed it to Doreen. She handed the other eyelid to Donna, who handed half to Sharon.
Sammy sniffed the pools of salt-water in the baby's eyes and began licking it out. He soon ejaculated inside the unconscious baby, but stayed inside her, still licking her eyes. Doreen and Sharon licked around his cock, capturing the live semen and baby blood. They knelt there just waiting for him to withdraw so that they could consume as much of his gift to the child as they could.
Toddy was then released from inside and he ran over to the little girl and rapidly licked her eyes. She woke up. She watched as the four women shared her ears, but I'm sure she had no idea what they were eating.
Donna, Sharon and Doreen were kneeling, grouped around Sammy, waiting for him to pull out. They were all whining and growling loudly, as dogs would. Sammy got the message, so he climbed down and they attacked. The women growled and snapped at each other, taking turns chasing away the woman eating from the child and taking her place.
They were dead serious and would have bitten and fought one another had it come down to that. After the semen was violently sucked out of the child, the women lay on the grass, on their stomachs for a short while, digesting their meal. Charlene then distributed scalpels, and the women began cutting away at the wrapping around the child's abdomen, legs and genital region, exposing the electro-stim pads on her ovaries.
She was enduring cut after cut as the scalpels sliced her chubby, sexy thighs and puffy pubic mound. Doreen knelt high and descended straightaway to forcefully and determinedly cut out the child's clitoris, shaft and all. Charlene french kissed the infant more rabidly now, and in between, the slaps turned to punches.
Sharon and Donna cut away manically at the wrapping covering the child's legs, slicing every inch of them. It was like they were eagerly opening a xmas present. They threw the shredded wrapping aside and used hammers on the child's feet and ankles, pulverizing the bones inside before they ate them. The little girl's face was by-now extremely black and blue and swollen: So swollen that the tubes could not even be pulled out of her nose.
Charlene checked her cartoid artery and there was still a weak heartbeat. She mounted the child's nose and orgasmed, sending vaginal fluid and urine streaming down her newborn cheeks and into her ear holes.
Doreen brought the baby's clitoris to Charlene, and Charlene held it in front of the child and said to it, "Thank you..." in a sing song voice. Charlene made sure the little girl looked and saw her dismembered clit before she died. She bit the clit's head off and handed the rest to Doreen.
Having struggled aggressively to extract every drop of dog sperm and baby juice from the little girl's cunt, the women were now satisfied that the next step was to remove the little girl's sexual organ. "She'd dying of blood loss anyway." said Doreen, so let's get this sexy girl's vagina removed. The dogs watched happily as the little girls' legs were spread and five types of knives and saws were brought over. Doreen had done this before, so she knew what was required. Charlene held her steady as Doreen cut.
Sammy stood over the pussy, giving an occasional lick to it's surface. The child's reproductive organ and covering flesh were lifted up and out, then, leaving the little, severed fallopian tubes and urethra hanging helplessly, uselessly in the cavity. The child convulsed and died, then. No one was happier than Charlene, who felt a great sense of pride as the others applauded her. Sharon then took a small butane torch and burnt the rest of the kitchen wrapping off the priceless, little girl's body. There was a strip of blisters running up her body from her belly button to her neck. Afterward, Charlene massaged it's dead, little chest, using long down strokes, sending the blood gushing out the erotic, gaping hole that had been just made in her tiny body. Charlene took the child's sex organ from Doreen, and sucking through the vagina, squeezed the little uterus.., and sucked it dry.
Chapter 6
Sharon spread the lifeless, cute arms, kissing the little girl's sides. The child's head was almost twice it's size now, and Donna began eating one of the child's feet, starting with her toes, while Sharon hit the girl's solar plexus with electro-stim over and over again, making the little girl buck every time. When she could get no more response from the little girl, she knelt beside Donna and began eating the girl's other foot. When the infant's feet were gone, Charlene leaned forward, and gripping the child's thighs, pushed down, to force the blood out her ankles. She then flipped the baby harshly on it's front and did the same thing to it's back and back of legs. The murdered girl's mother then methodically sliced into the baby girl's "soft spot" on her head. She wanted to try inserting her tumbs and parting the infant's skull like a ripe melon.
The baby girl was placed on the 18" standing pole that Doreen had made the night before. Once the beaten, burned, carved and sliced infant's was placed on the pole by means of her ass, Doreen cut her tummy open to clean her out. She cut around the steel pole to disconnect the girl's colon, and pushed the plastic breathing and feeding tubes up and out of the girl's nose once her lungs and stomach had been removed and thrown on the grass.
They decided to leave the little girl's head on (Charlene had been unable to get her baby's skull open), and then inserted Sharon's electric cooking skewers into her body; one in each leg, one in each arm, two running down the back and two in her little, opened-up chest. You run them just a couple inches deep on a newborn. The women stood around, eating the child's vagina and uterus, talking about upcoming sex, conceptions, pregnancies, abortions and births as the dead baby sizzled on it's cute, little stand. The dogs were standing near her, watching, skittishly sniffing her absent cunt occasionally, some estress scent being left.
The electro-stim pads that had been placed over the child's ovaries were set to 5 second pulse, and after five minutes, the child's eggs had been blasted enough by them, so Charlene took a filet knife and cut into the child's back, under her kidneys, to get at the human caviar. They devoured the baby's hundreds of thousands of live eggs.
End
Copyright 2010. S.Moulder
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