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RAPE TORTURE SNUFF MONTHLY MAY/JUN 2003 by John Kirk 

KEYWORDS pedo torture snuff 

CAUTION My work contains violence towards children, teens and adults of both 
sexes including everything from humiliation to snuff and beyond. Read no 
further if these ideas offend you. You have been warned. 

IN THIS EDITION...two young slave families and their shocking abuse, pretty 
twenty year old secretary Alison gets choclolate fingers pushed up her 
bottom and is then expected to eat them, Pauly Gainesburrill, another 
gorgeous infant blond boy makes his first appearance in 'Pervert Story', and 
mother and teenage daughter, Tana and Bethan Harvey, brutally raped and 
humiliated. 

Please keep in mind that these are extracts, not complete works. In fact, 
the scenes below are, themselves, works in progress or semi-completed parts 
of bigger works. You'll find these and very much more in my megawork, 
`Pervert Story', which currently comprises almost four hundred thousand 
words. 'Pervert Story' is available to download in full in a zip file ONLY 
at my FTP page (john_kirk) at www.asstr-mirror.org. First, two unrelated items from 
'Young Pervert'. 

TEACHING THE FAMILY The other book was called `Teaching The Family' and 
absolutely confirmed my career plans. It was about a man who, with the help 
of his friends, trained his young, pretty family to be sexslaves against 
their will and then took them to a big country mansion for a long summer 
holiday of total debauchery at the hands of a cruel master. Again, I shall 
relive for you some of the most exciting moments from it. It also ended in 
snuff. A lot of snuff. In fact, the man's entire family was sexually 
murdered alongside many others in a great, sexy orgy of lovekilling. First, 
let me describe briefly the man's possessions. He was called James and his 
family consisted of his twenty nine year old wife Deborah, son Andy age 
twelve, ten year old daughter Diane, and twin son and daughter Joanne and 
Roger age seven. Deborah's sexname was Debbie and it was a five foot three 
slender blonde with long hair down over its shoulders and obscenely large 
breasts. They were forty three inches and worn in a double D-cup. James 
weighed his cuntwife's lovely, wobbly poopoobags during the story and they 
were eight pounds each. Even at the age of six, I had developed a breast 
fetish and the idea of such big, heavy tittybabies made me very excited. 
Andy was a pretty blond boy with a very feminine face and hair down around 
the nape of his neck. The lovely cunnyboy was four feet ten inches tall, his 
fully erect cocklet was less than four inches long, half an inch or so 
around, and his cheeky, pretty boycunt was pert and tight like his mummy's. 
The boy had only just begun to show signs of puberty and had just a few 
soft, wispy blond hairs around his babycock. Ten year old Diane was also a 
blonde with her long, straight hair falling from a middle parting, fringing 
her lovely blue-grey eyes and elfin face, to her little waist. The cockchild 
was only four feet five inches tall, small for its age, and had her 
brother's fat little bottom and long, skinny, coltish legs. It was beginning 
to grow tiny little babybreasts and was hairless around its little vulva and 
babycunt. The seven year old twins were astonishingly beautiful 
spunkchildren with bright blond(e) hair cut in little page boys, making them 
look so alike that the only way to tell them apart was to inspect their baby 
genitals. They were both three feet ten and a half inches tall. They had 
their big sister's elfin face and their mummy's big, pert botbot with its 
enticingly tight, deep lovecrack. Joanne had her sister's very small vulva 
and babycunt and Roger his big brother's sweet and sexy little cocklet. It 
was just two inches long, even when erect, and merely a lovely little 
quarter of an inch around. James had been abusing all of his children for 
some months without Debbie's knowledge. He'd buggered all four of them many 
times and had been fucking Diane's cunt since she was eight years old. He 
enjoyed his right to cane the children and often cruelly punished them. But 
he was far from satisfied, needing to completely dominate his entire family, 
including Debbie, and he wanted a subservient Debbie to be present when he 
abused his lovely cockchildren. On a night out in London's Soho red light 
district, he struck up a friendship with Dennis and, over the course of a 
few weeks, they met for lunch many times and went out to private clubs for 
drinks in the evenings. During this time, they realised they had similar 
sexual needs and interests and swapped details of their families and 
extra-marital sexgames. Dennis responded, on hearing about it, to James' 
problem with his family by suggesting he spend a weekend at Dennis' house to 
observe how he dealt with his own young family. James was thrilled with the 
opportunity not only to observe but to take part in the abuse of Dennis' 
pretty twenty six year old wife, Marilyn, and their two cuntgirlchildren, 
seven year old Cathy and Jackie, age almost five. 

ABUSING DENNIS' YOUNG, PRETTY SLAVE FAMILY Marilyn was a young strawberry 
blonde with a demure figure. She was five feet two inches tall with an oval, 
pretty face, sparkling green eyes, and hair falling in ringlets around her 
neck and shoulders. Her titties were only thirty three B-cup but nicely 
shaped with a wide cleavage and outward-pointing nipples. The whore had a 
magnificent bottom, however. It was big and very pert and had a deep and 
very tight sexcrack between its lovecheeks. The spunkchildren were truly 
gorgeous. Cathy looked like a small version of its cuntmother and Jackie was 
a pretty little pixie with golden blonde hair cut in a page boy, fringing 
bright blue eyes. Both of them had their mother's beautiful bottomcunt. The 
best thing about all three of Dennis' sex animals, though, was how deeply 
subservient they were. He'd trained both children from birth, and Marilyn 
from before marriage. Dennis quite correctly regarded them as his own 
personal property, as his sexslaves, and the children knew no other life. 
They thought of themselves as daddy's little cuntslaves. Even Marilyn had 
become completely and utterly cowed by Dennis and lived in fear of daily 
beatings and every kind of humiliation it's possible for a young wife to be 
made to bear. When James arrived with Dennis on the Friday evening, they 
found the children running riot around the house but, the moment that 
Marilyn called out that daddy was home, they quietened down and came to the 
hallway and joined their mother kneeling on the floor with their heads bowed 
and their hands clasped behind their heads. Dennis stepped forward, pulled 
his huge cock from his trousers and tersely commanded his wife to kiss it, 
then both children to stand and do likewise. He invited James also to offer 
his cock for kissing by the cunt animals. It was a very large book and, 
despite the fact that I was able, even only six years old, to devour the 
entire thing in just three days, I don't want to repeat it here blow by 
blow, so to speak. Instead, I will summarise what I recall as the best parts 
of James' weekend with Dennis' family and the events which followed, leading 
up to the summer of debauchery at the remote country mansion during which 
both families and many others were deliciously tortured to death. That first 
evening, which set the scene for two days and nights of lovely debauchery, 
Marilyn, Cathy and Jackie were made to strip nude and dance for Dennis and 
James, the children were made to stand on the dining table to be fondled 
while Marilyn served drinks and dinner and then made to kneel on it 
completely nude during dinner. Meanwhile, Marilyn stood between Dennis and 
James, while she was not in use serving, so they could both fondle her 
pretty body. After dinner, little Cathy was made to suck James while Jackie 
sucked her daddy and Marilyn licked both men's bottoms. James was allowed to 
spank Marilyn's breasts while both children were spanked on their fat, sexy 
little pert bottoms by their daddy. Then Marilyn was made to bend over the 
dining table, hanging her pretty little sucking breasts over two circles of 
upended drawing pins then James was encouraged to force her breasts suddenly 
down onto them. When it was allowed to stand up again, crying and with many 
of the pins still stuck in its succulent titmeat, it was required to pick 
them out of its own sucking organs and rearrange them in two circles side by 
side on the table pointing upwards as before. Cathy and Jackie were then 
made to sit on the drawing pins and, with the pins sticking in their pretty 
little bottybumbumcheeks, they were then spanked by their cute young 
whoremother, pushing the steel needles of the pins further into the tender 
childmeat. That night, in the master bedroom, Marilyn and both children were 
made to take part in an orgy with James and Dennis using all three of them. 
James was allowed to fuck any of the nine holes available. Then Cathy and 
Jackie were made to wear gigantic dildos strapped around their tiny hips and 
double fuck their mummy while James and Dennis used her mouth together. 
James allowed Dennis to bugger him while he had sex in Marilyn and then he 
buggered Dennis while the children licked his arsecrack and balls. The next 
morning, Dennis took them all down to the cellar to his torture chamber 
where he had a gyneacological table set up. Marilyn was made to get on it 
while she had her arms tied at her sides and her legs fixed into the 
stirrups. Using a big speculum, Dennis opened up her vagina as far as her 
cervix. With Marilyn screaming in agony, James opened her cervix and played 
inside her uterus with the pointed end of a knitting needle, poking around 
at the meat of her slimy babybag. Then Dennis gave her a whipping on her 
cunt before arranging the children on their pretty mummy so that their 
bottoms and cunnies could be whipped by James together with Marilyn's cunt 
and bottomcheeks in the same strokes. Finally, James and Dennis together 
poked two dozen knitting needles into Marilyn's cunt, cervix and uterus. 
That night, the whore and her cuntlets were used in another orgy after the 
humiliation of serving dinner in the nude and displaying themselves while 
their masters ate. On the Sunday afternoon, before James left to return to 
his own lovely family, Marilyn was layed out on a big tarpaulin on the 
living room floor and ordered to poo and urinate on it. The children were 
then made to do their poo on mummy's face and squirt their weewee on her. To 
add to the lovely mess on Marilyn, James and Dennis both vacated their 
bowels and bladders on her. Marilyn was then made to roll about in it all 
until she had shit and piss all over her. She began to gag and then spewed 
all over her breasts. The children were made to kiss their mummy's sucking 
bags, one each, and they too sicked up their tummyspunk all over her. Dennis 
ordered them to vomit onto Marilyn's face. The overpowering smell made James 
throw up the contents of his stomach which he squirted onto Marilyn's face. 
Dennis suddenly spewed, too, and he also jetted it right into his young, 
pretty wife's facecunt. Both men and the two cockchildren then gobbed their 
spit on Marilyn's face. 

JAMES ENSLAVES HIS LUSCIOUS CUNTFAMILY The sexy, pretty childwoman covered 
in poopoo, piss, vomit and phlegm, crying on the floor was the last thing 
James saw as he left for home, after spunking together with his new friend 
on her. He was determined that this was to be the fate of his own young, 
gorgeous cuntfamily. Over the following weeks and months, James took control 
of Deborah, by blackmailing her over some small thing from her past which he 
worked on blowing out of all proportion in her pea brain. He also took 
command of the children by threatening and beating them. Steadily, over the 
course of a few weeks, he completely subdued them. He took to caning his 
gorgeous Deborah, whom James now regarded as his property, quite rightly so, 
daily in front of her lovely cockchildren, and this humiliation of his 
stunning young cuntwife was soon broadened out to include things like doing 
a striptease for the family during dinner followed by dancing and wiggling 
in the nude, squatting over a pyrex bowl on the table in front of them all 
and doing her poopoo and weewee in it, sucking her owner's penis in front of 
the children until he spunked in her and then kissing the sperm into her 
children's mouths to swallow, feeding her children their meals from her cunt 
and her big sexy bottom, and standing in the nude or sexy clothing like an 
ornament whenever James was home and it was not in use. 

CHOCOLATE FINGERS UP HER BOTTOM I can very clearly recall a wonderful scene 
from one of those Soho books containing a story about a truly disgustingly 
dirtyminded businessman who abused his very young, married secretary on a 
cruelly strict daily, timetabled basis. The rather unpleasant, ugly, fat and 
sweaty old man had come to dominate pretty little twenty year old sweet 
brunete Alison Stevens partly because the sweet-natured, entirely 
undemonstrative young thing was weak enough to let him, partly because she 
was scared of losing a job which she needed for she and her young unemployed 
husband to pay the bills, and in part because her boss had caught her 
stealing money from the petty cash tin in his office even though she said 
she was only borrowing it and intended putting it back on pay day but he, of 
course, took a very different view and held it over her as a means of taking 
control of her pretty life and her lovely body. He threatened to report her 
to the police, sack her, plaster the story all over the nespapers, have her 
blacklisted among area employers and sue in the courts unless she obeyed 
him. Alison was naturally a scared little mouse of a girl and, in addition 
to fearing Mr Carpenter's litany of, let's face it, largely hollow threats 
and outright blackmail, she was utterly terrified of the small, fat, bald 
man physically, knowing that he was very capable of cruelly punishing her in 
a humiliating and very painful fashion. Carpenter had developed, in a very 
short time, such absolute power over the sexy little five foot one inch 
Alison that she shook visibly whenever he spoke to her in person or on the 
telephone, called her into his office or walked into her's. This happened 
many times each day since she was his secretary cum office girl cum personal 
sexslave and her office was the only way into and out of Carpenter's own. 
Worse still, when he raised his voice in her presence and especially at her 
or became angry with her often for the smallest of things, she would lose 
control and shake violently, usually bursting into tears which angered 
Carpenter even more. Having said that, he enjoyed watching the cute little 
pixie crying and often got angry with her just so that she would amuse him. 
He enjoyed his cruel and pretty well permanent and inescapable power over 
the lovely childwoman. In addition to her work, Alison was required to carry 
out a long list of degrading sexual duties every day, many of them gross and 
utterly humiliating. Often, Carpenter would invent new duties on the spot or 
just take a fancy to doing something to Alison or making her do something he 
developed a sudden obsession for. Worse still for Alison, he had friends who 
were just as sexually deviant as Carpenter, and he would quite simply let 
them use her, frequenty in his presence. Furthermore, punishment would rain 
down on poor little Alison for the slightest error on her part in her work 
and often in his own which he automatically blamed on Alison, the merest 
failings in her sexual duties or hint of disobedience, poor punctuality, or 
one of Carpenter's more deviant or violent moods in which he would want to 
physically abuse or just hurt her. Any of these would mean some kind of 
punishment, either immediately or added to a cumulative monthly punishment 
chart. Even with this, he was quite unpredictable. One day he would praise 
her for something which she thought and he knew was a punishable offence 
according to his bizarre and incomprehensible dictates and the next day, 
when she thought it would be OK, he would punish her for it. Sometimes he 
would carry out a punishment on the spot, other times he would make her 
wait, trembling in fear, for days until he carried it out. Yet other times, 
he would let it go so long that she'd forgotten about it and then, suddenly 
and out of nowhere, he would call her into his office and make her bend over 
his desk to take sixty strokes of the cane on her thighs, calves, cunt or 
bottom for some small `crime' committed weeks or even months before. The 
Carpenter character was clearly mad and I kind of liked him, in many ways. 
So, to the point of the title. Alison Stevens' first duty of the day was to 
bring in a tray of tea and chocolate fingers and, after placing the tray in 
front of him, stand at one side of his desk, lift her skirt above her pretty 
waist, pull her panties down to her ankles, bend over facing away from her 
master and beg him to push all the chocolate fingers up her fat bottom, one 
by one. I remember she actually used the phrase 'fat bottom' in the 
dialogue, having been taught to say it by her master, not in the sense that 
her bottom was any fatter than a normal one but that a bottom is, by nature, 
a lovely, sexy thing which wobbles and is 'fat' to the touch. He would make 
her eat the chocolate fingers, covered in her own dirty bottomspunk. Half of 
them he would keep until she had finished eating the ones out of her 
bottomhole and then he would make her put them one by one in her pretty 
mouth and he would suck them out and eat them. Sometimes, he would make her 
sit on the edge of the desk facing him and insert them in her pretty little 
whorehole and then he would slowly suck them out of her cunt. It was a 
lovely, sexy story which ended with both the girl and her very pretty twenty 
year old blond husband, Adrian, in bed with her boss and being sexually 
abused by him. I used, many years later, to push chocolate fingers up my 
wife Elaine Mason's lovely bumbum and really enjoyed making her eat them. 
There was another nice scene in which Carpenter sandwiched the young 
secretary between himself and her husband in bed. He was on top facing the 
girl who was lying on top of her crying husband. The young pretty man was 
also facing up with his back on the bed but he was the other way round so 
that his face was between his wife's thighs. His duty was to kiss, lick and 
suck on his very young wife's bottom and genital area and the fat, old 
dominating Carpenter's cock, balls and backside while Alison was being 
raped. Meanwhile, Carpenter was fucking a huge knobbly dildo in and out of 
the luscious young pussyboy's big bottomcunt. 

ALISON STEVENS' STORY The preceding paragraph is drawn, admittedly in a 
slightly muddled fashion (and, one day, I'll straighten it all out), from 
notes I wrote for an email message to someone or other a couple of years 
ago. Digging up the memory of the book, the title of which still completely 
escapes me, reignited my obsession for the wonderfully long and complicated 
story it told. Having given you this much, I feel duty bound to go the extra 
several hundred miles and tell you the rest, as well as I can recall it. In 
any case, I will enjoy `reliving' it, as it were. So I'll fill in the few 
details missing from the introduction, plough on with Carpenter's daily 
demands on his young, pretty, mouselike sexslave Alison, and then get stuck 
into the story itself. Your patience will be rewarded, I promise you. In 
many senses, and like so many other stories I am relating to you secondhand 
in this narrative (that is to say, other people's stories, and not mine), it 
is a part of who and what I am. It made that much of an impression on me and 
at an age by which I really wasn't very impressionable, having seen and done 
too many things which young people really shouldn't. For that reason, if for 
no other, I want to tell you one of the most salacious stories I've ever 
read. Incidentally, the author's name is a forgotten thing if, even, the 
book had a name on it. In those days, so many of them were published, as the 
Dutch say, naamloos. 

And now two unrelated pieces from 'Trans-European Excess'. 

SUN, SEA, SEX, SADISM In the first few months on the Mediterranean coast, I 
had four or five girlfriends one after the other and two of them 
simultaneously but, whilst enjoying their bodies, I didn't much care for 
their lacklustre company and, after a few weeks in each case but one, set 
things up so that we remained friends and then chalked them all up for 
probable sadistic murder sometime in the future. It didn't matter much 
anyway since I was rather pre-occupied with setting up a new business and 
dealing with all that mind-boggling Napoleonic law and the baffling 
bureaucracy to match. I stayed the first couple of weeks at the Hotel 
Negresco on the seafront at Nice while I looked for an apartment to rent 
short term and bought a car. I found a nice little secondhand Peugeot 205 
which would suit my needs and a pretty little pink stuccoed furnished modern 
house on an estate two miles inland from the bord-de-mer at 
Villeneuve-Loubet, ten or so miles west of Nice. Even when I'd achieved 
these landmarks, my free time was severely limited in the early months 
because of all the business shit but I actually met the first pretty 
bottomwhore less than a week after arriving. Its name was Margaret 
Gainesburrill and it lived in Fabron, a western suburb of Nice. A strawberry 
blonde with a fairly statuesque figure and big, heavy, meaty bobos, Margaret 
was thirty six, had lived on the Riviera for almost twenty years, and become 
more French than English, so much so that it even spoke its native tongue 
with a midi French accent which sounded decidedly odd combined with a fading 
North Yorkshire brogue. She was five foot six and well built, if not exactly 
stocky. Not really my type but pretty enough. Her face was not unlike a mix 
of Gillian Taylforth and Gwynneth Paltrow with a Farrah Fawcett sort of 
`fuck me' seventies hairstyle. The cunt's eyes were pale blue but radiated a 
constant little smile in concert with the upturned corners of its wide 
mouth. But its nose was too big. Fleshy and wide, it spoiled what little 
sexual prettiness the cunt did have. The whore's big breasts were very nice, 
though, despite some stretchmarks and a tendency to give in to gravity. They 
were thirty eight D-cup and very heavy, weighing four and a half pounds 
each, with pretty little pink nipples and pale brown areolae about two 
inches in diameter. Her belly was less acceptable beginning to flab out, but 
remained just within the permissable. Margaret did have a very nice cunt. 
She kept it clean and shaved her fine blonde cunthair in a heart shape 
pointing down the big vulva towards her clitoris which was, itself, also big 
and malleable. The lips had been stretched quite a lot as a result of 
shitting out a little cuntboy but, in the bit under three years that had 
since elapsed, they'd regained most of their shape and the delicate dark 
pink folds were actually rather pretty, if a bit elastic and rubbery. I made 
a mental note that Margaret's filthy cunt would be ideal for torture when, 
one day, I got to use her for this kind of sexual pleasure. Such big lips 
are ideal for stretching, for hanging up a bitch with hooks through them, 
and for nailing to a torture bench. Indeed, these and more were exactly what 
I did to her some years later. The cunthole itself was unusually dry, 
suggesting a low sex drive as well as an aversion to men in general, and 
remarkably tight both at the entrance to the lusthole and inside the meaty 
vagina which was not especially large. I could fill it easily one and a half 
times over, the resulting pain of which is a pleasure I always savour and, 
therefore, I made every effort to thrust inside her uterus, another 
incredibly tight orifice, on almost every inward thrust. Talking of tight 
holes, Margaret Gainesburrill's bottomcunt, whilst not exactly what I would 
call beautiful with its slightly flabby cheeks and wide crack, was extremely 
tight in its little cunthole and had, until I took her there, never been 
used. Nonetheless, I made her take all of me in her little anus. Finally, 
her legs were long and shapely. Very pretty legs but I prefer coltish, 
rather skinny tomboy ones. So, Margaret was far from my ideal sexslave, 
then, but I needed to fuck something and she was just on the right side of 
acceptable until I found better meat to play with. 

CRASHING INTO MARGARET GAINESBURRILL'S LIFE, SEXHOLES AND PRETTY LITTLE 
CUNTBOY My meeting with Margaret (I never did bother to invent a sexname for 
it and it didn't seem to have one already) was the result of a carefully 
engineered collision between two shopping trolleys in Monoprix on Avenue 
Jean Medecin in Nice. I spent a minute or two in chat up overdrive as I 
helped her to disentangle the front end of her trolley from what had been a 
neat pyramid of sets of three child's knickers for two francs fifty each in 
celophane-fronted cardboard boxes standing uselessly in the middle of the 
aisle. I made her laugh and, to my surprise, she got in the invitation to 
get a cup of coffee at the PMU bar next door before I did. After checking 
out our trolleyloads whilst being given the evil eye by the floor manager, 
we made our way to the crowded bar. PMU bars are where Frenchmen do most of 
their gambling on the horses, football and the Lotto, or at least the legal 
gambling, but they are, or were, cheaper than most other cafes and, somehow, 
always very friendly in character. Anyway, through the cacophony, we probed 
at each other's stories up to the point at which I asked her for a date to 
which she replied that she had a little boy and would have to see first 
about a babysitter. You might imagine my sudden burst of renewed interest on 
hearing the words `little boy'. Then she proposed she'd cook dinner for me 
at her apartment in Le Fabron. I said "When?" She said "What are you doing 
now?" Thirty minutes later, I was sitting in her rusty, beaten up and 
dented, white Renault Five waiting while she collected Paul from the 
kindergarten. Paul Gainesburrill turned out to be exactly what I like best 
in small boys. Blond, not quite three years old, stunningly pretty and 
incredibly shy, in all a sexy little spunkbaby. Parfait, as they say across 
the Manche. The gorgeous cumprincess sat in his little seat all the way 
home, staring at his feet, refusing to look at me or to speak, and sucking 
his thumb. Margaret called him Pauly which I liked very much especially as 
the child needed a girly sort of name, being so pretty. Pauly's lovebaby 
beauty gave me a hard on which I disguised with difficulty. In the flat at 
Residence Fabron, Pauly scurried immediately beneath the dining table and 
remained under it until his tea was ready. He looked so achingly desirable 
under there, occasionally allowing me to catch his eye. When I did, I 
couldn't resist lasciviously licking my lips and blowing kisses at him, and 
rubbing my crotch for him to see whilst staring into his sexually lovely big 
blue eyes. I was, of course, extremely careful to do this out of Margaret's 
sight. There was one lovely moment when she went to the toilet, enabling me 
to have my first little feel of her magnificent cuntboychild. I reached 
under the table and put my hand between Pauly's legs to feel his cocklet and 
pert, sexy boybottom. He did nothing to resist my touch and just squatted 
there looking at me with his big, baleful come-to-bed eyes. The evening 
passed in a haze of complete boredom, as far as I was concerned, whilst I 
worked my magic on Margaret. I wanted to fuck her and, if possible, get to 
play with her pretty cuntdropping. I needed to relieve myself into something 
other than my hand or a prostitute and Margaret's cunt was the only one 
available at the time. In fact, I wanted Pauly much more and I was 
determined that I would have them both. The only interesting thing she told 
me all night was that her husband, a French-Italian a little younger than 
herself and Pauly's father, had jumped off an escarpment in the mountains 
north of Vence to kill himself and had succeeded. That set me wondering, I 
can tell you. There is a beautiful part two to Margaret's bad luck with men, 
but I'll make you wait until much later in the saga. It will will really 
make you cry laughing. No, it didn't concern me, before you ask. The third 
and very final piece of bad luck with men did but that was still some years 
in the future. By half past ten, Margaret had opened out the sofa bed in her 
living room and made it up ready to be fucked in it. The cunt normally slept 
in the same room as its little bottyboy but presumably didn't want him to 
wake to the sound of our bodies slapping against each other. We fucked and 
it was alright but, frankly, I had to fake my enthusiasm for her. Having 
said that, I did get excited when she began to cry from the pain I was 
causing her inside her filthy little vagina as I relentlessly drove my knob 
against her cervix. She cried softly to herself but didn't complain and 
actually had two orgasms while I was doing it, not that I could have given a 
shit. When it was time to cum myself, I thrust extra hard to burst through 
the tiny, tight little cervix into its uterus where I squirted my copious 
spunk. My climax was prolonged by Margaret's cries of pain as I thrust hard 
back and forth through her ecstatically tight inner cunthole. During the 
night, whilst the cuntwhore slept soundly, I went to the toilet and, on my 
way back to bed, took a little look at sexy Pauly. 

SEXY LITTLE BLOND PAULY GAINESBURRILL Pauly was the first little boy I'd had 
convenient access to for quite a while and so I was determined to make as 
much use of him as possible. The pretty child was asleep and merely murmured 
as I stroked his lovely soft face and kissed his sexy little button nose. I 
crouched down to get closer and began licking his lovely facecunt, and 
sucking the little nosebutton into my mouth as I worked my hand inside his 
pyjama bottoms. In response to not being able to breathe through its nose, 
the sexy babycuntboy opened its dark pink lips and parted its pretty 
milkteeth, thus allowing my tongue access to the inside of its warm, wet 
little upper cunthole. I sucked on his lovely slimy little tongue while I 
fondled and gently squeezed his tiny cocklet and babyballs. The cuntchild 
had a full foreskin on its infant penis and its cocklet was very small even 
for its age. Its babies were also very small. After taking a short break to 
check on the whoremother, I eased the duvet off the pretty little cuntlet 
and pulled his jimjam bottoms down to his knees. I drew breath when I saw 
the beauty of the boy's teenyweeny little lovesausage and the delicious 
curves of his fat, sexy boycunt. Sucking his baby into my mouth together 
with the sweet little testicle bag, I began gently chewing on Pauly's 
lovemeat and fondling his magnificent bottybumbum. I gave the child a good 
sucking and licking all round his organs, front and back, whilst using his 
little hand to masturbate myself. When my orgasm came, I leaned my groin 
over the little darling's pretty pretty pixie face and, with his hand still 
held firmly around my cock, looking gigantic against his infant sweetness, 
squirted my cum all over his cheeks, eyes, hair, nose, ears and as much as I 
could into his succulent little mouth. I used his Superman boypanties, which 
he'd left discarded on the floor by the bed, to wipe my spunk out of his 
hair but left the rest to dry on his soft, silky skin. Over the next month 
or so, I spent as much time as I could with Margaret just so that I could 
get at Pauly. Also, Margaret Gainesburrill had a cunt, mouth and bottom I 
could use. But it was Pauly I wanted and I had many nighttime opportunities 
to fondle the child and use his lovely sleeping body for my sexual pleasure. 
I even fucked him one night. I got only the knob of my big cock inside his 
tiny little pretty bumhole and had to be content with buggering him using 
just the first inch or so of my penis but I didn't want to wake the 
sweetheart and even less did I want the little cuntgirlyboy telling his 
mummy in the morning that he had a sore botty. I worked hard on Pauly's 
emotions during the day, virtually purchasing his affection and pleasing him 
at every conceivable opportunity. I ensured that the babysex got quite close 
to me and I used to take him out at weekends, thus allowing Margaret to have 
some time to herself, and myself to take, at every opportunity, as much 
sexual advantage of the beautiful spermboy that I could. Like all pretty 
little lovechildren whose knickers and bodies I've worked at getting inside, 
Pauly Gainesburrill adored ice cream, fun rides and playing on the beach, so 
the first time I took him out by himself, leaving his cuntmummy to do its 
domestic chores and spend some time with its equally boring and mostly not 
very sexually attractive friends by the Residence's pool, I treated him to 
all three. He looked so adorably sexy in his little pale blue and pink 
striped teeshirt, tight little dark blue cotton shorts and royal blue jelly 
shoes, I was actually glad there were people everywhere on the Promenade des 
Anglais allowing me almost no opportunity to touch him up. I really wanted 
to feel and play with his desirable infant body but put it on the back 
burner whilst, instead, getting on with the business of earning his trust 
and doing my best to make his afternoon out as much fun as I could manage. I 
made do with as much sightseeing as I could squeeze into the hectic schedule 
Pauly made up as he went along at the frantic speed of an infant. And I saw 
lots. Lots and lots of utterly desirable cunt of both sexes and every 
useable age from infancy to full adulthood. To make it worse, most of it was 
very nearly naked and nearly all the under-eights were naked, completely 
naked. Pauly, too, when he wanted to go and play in the water with the other 
children. How I kept my hands off those sexy little perfectly rounded 
boycuntcheeks is a mystery to me. My balls felt like lead weights by the 
time Pauly finally let me go home. I was utterly exhausted and grimly 
determined, therefore, to get some payback for being his personal fucking 
Ronald McbloodyDonald for so long in the stifling heat of a midsummer 
afternoon in Nice. Taking the long route back to Fabron, I parked up on one 
of the higher corniche back roads in the shady corner of a little used car 
park which seemed to have no daytime purpose but must surely have been 
provided for latenight teenage lovers and the voyeurs who hide in the 
undergrowth to watch them. People like me. "Why we stopped, Uncle John?" the 
angel asked in his pretty midi-French accented English. I turned to face the 
boychild angel on the front seat next to me and said "Because I want to kiss 
you, Pauly." He knew what `kiss you' meant. Pauly was already used to being 
fondled sexually and `kiss you' was always built into the language I used 
with the cockchild like a trigger word. This was my first opportunity to 
properly abuse the pretty bumboy fully awake and with almost no chance of  
anyone to see us, least of all its cuntmother. I made the child get out of 
the car and walked him into the woods that backed onto the mountainside car 
park. "I want to weewee," squealed Pauly. "So do I," I answered, seeing an 
immediate opportunity to do something interesting with the little darling. 

RAPE OF A PRETTY MOTHER AND HER TEENAGE DAUGHTER That evening, I drove back 
to Italy, picked up my cuntslave Karla Raakow from work in Ventimiglia, and 
headed further along the coast to San Remo, then inland up to the 
mountaintop village of Bussano Vecchia. Bussano was all but destroyed in a 
major earthquake over a century ago and lay in ruins until the hippy era of 
the late sixties when a bunch of mad artists and artisans set up a commune 
in the remains of houses with rooves and walls missing. In a little over 
twenty years, they'd turned it into a thriving community. An acquaintance of 
mine had invited me to a party under the stars to which the entire village 
would turn out. Mark had a pretty girlfriend called Melinda Debenham. It was 
just over twenty three years old and he would, within a couple of years, 
marry it, and a couple of years after that, when it was just over twenty 
seven, I would take it off his hands, entirely without his knowledge, of 
course. As it turned out, something like half the population of the province 
of Imperia was crammed into Bussano by the time Karla and I arrived. Two 
long queues of cars were parked on both sides of the narrow twisting road 
for over a mile. I parked on the end and we got out and walked. Thankfully, 
it was a beautiful, clear and warm evening, and the stars were dazzlingly 
brilliant. City dwellers have no idea of the beauty they're missing until 
they're immersed in such wonderful starlight. The food was ultra-cheap, the 
booze likewise and we ate and drank wandering the narrow streets, lit with 
rows of multi-coloured lanterns strung from cables along and between the 
walls, and through usciti, back alleys which meandered up and down steps, 
through tunnels, under buildings and, in many cases, right through the 
middle of houses which had been shaken to bits in the quake. The village was 
teeming. There was music and the aroma of food in the air everywhere. It 
took over an hour to find Mark and Melinda. They were sitting in a nook 
among a small group of people who turned out to be part of his circle, the 
outcome of many years on the coast. Sitting on the stone bench to Mark's 
right was an attractive hippy-looking woman in her mid-thirties. And on his 
left, between him and Melinda, was a much younger girl who, in her 
spunkpretty face, looked remarkably like the hippy. It turned out to be her 
daughter. I had to work hard at taking my eyes off them both. After a round 
of introductions, I went with Mark to get a round of drinks for everybody 
and he told me about Tana. Tana Harvey was thirty five, an American bitch 
from somewhere in rural New Jersey who came every year to spend two or three 
months in Italy, at least a month of it in western Liguria. He'd known her 
for a few years and said she was a very sweet girl but rather off the wall 
as a result of doing too many drugs. Her daughter was called Bethan. A 
lovely name. I rolled it over my tongue. Beth-Anne. Not Bethan. Beth-Anne. 
Beautiful. The child was sixteen years old. Tana (pronounced somewhere 
between Tarna and Tanna) had been a pretty nineteen year old thing when 
she'd shit Bethan out of her slimy cunt. I went back to the table carrying, 
along with the drinks, the lovely image of a young, teenage Tana screaming 
in pain as she oozed Bethan out of her stretched and ripped cunthole. The 
evening was spent talking, everyone shouting over each other in a rush like 
people do at parties, drinking and eating. And dancing. There was a 
jazz-rock group playing in the gardens just below the broken-paved terrace 
of which our nook formed a corner. Mark danced with Karla and I danced with 
lovely Melinda, managing to grope her sexy little bottom without her 
noticing or saying anything if she did. I chalked her up for a definite 
snuffing one day. She was a sweetie. In fact, we all danced with each 
other's partners. Then I noticed Tana sitting, staring deep into the 
universe with no one to talk to and asked her to dance. She smiled sweetly 
and said in her lovely soft Jersey drawl "Sure." Americans always say 
`sure'. It's endearing. Tana Harvey was five foot six and slender as a 
beanstalk with long, skinny legs, the sort I drool over. Her long, dark 
auburn hair fell from her middle parting, hippy style straight down her 
narrow back to a slender little waist. Her long, oval face was quietly 
pretty with dark brown eyes, under a tall, pale forehead, which gave her a 
mysterious air in concert with the hippy style. She was the sort of woman 
seen so often in the late sixties and the seventies playing a tambourine on 
stage with a rock band and zonked out of her tree. An acquiline nose pierced 
strongly defined high cheeks and topped a thin-lipped wide mouth. She looked 
pallid. Make-up might have helped but she clearly didn't believe in it. 
Nonetheless, there was something very sexy about her. If it wasn't for her 
luscious big tits, I might have though it was her demeanour. It was most 
definitely her breasts. They were whopping great heavy bags of delicious 
sexmeat, and the only things about her that weren't slender and 
frail-looking. They were the sort of breasts I like to eat literally off the 
living animal. I didn't dare ask how big they were, although I was tempted, 
but guessed at well over forty inches and a double D-cup. Bethan later 
confirmed, when asked, that her mom's tits were forty three double D. Tana's 
ass, as the Americans call it (I prefer not to use this spelling because it 
always makes me think about donkeys), was a pert little thing, quite pretty 
and a nice contrast to her other principal sex organs hanging off her thin, 
ribby chest. The American babe's cunt turned out to be a small thing, too, 
although it was quite big and sloppy inside. Tana Harvey dressed as much 
like a hippy as she behaved like one. Believe it or not, over twenty years 
since the San Francisco Hayte-Ashbury stuff, she still wore flowers in her 
hair. They were probably freshly nicked out of someone's flower pot. I 
didn't know what they were called but they looked and smelled very sweet and 
they were white with daisylike petals. They walked like daisies and talked 
like daisies, so I guess they must have been daisies, big ones. Her 
principal, and I later discovered only, item of clothing was a thin, black 
cotton dress with a multicoloured flower print all over which went from its 
tall Chinese-style neckline all the way to her ankles more or less in a 
straight line. The only place where it seemed to touch her body was across 
those magnificent cumbags on her chest and, there, the material was quite 
tightly stretched and pulling on the row of buttons down the centre of the 
bodice. On little feet were old, faded green tennis shoes with holes in 
them. Predictably completing the ensemble were two long necklaces of plastic 
beads representing every colour in the spectrum. Tana danced like a hippy, 
too, waving her skinny arms around and moving her long sensuous legs like a 
loon. The faraway smile got locked on her face as she shut her eyes and she 
seemed to go somewhere else in what was left of her mind, swaying to the 
music and waving her tentacles around. Not being the world's greatest 
dancer, especially with a lunatic partner, I just shuffled about in sympathy 
with whatever it was she was doing and breathed a sigh of relief when the 
band shifted down in tempo. I grabbed my chance, slid an arm round her waist 
and drew her to me. Putting my other arm around behind her, I put a hand on 
her shoulder to keep her close to me. I could feel her shoulder bones 
against me. To my relief, she stopped waving her arms about and put her 
hands in approximately the same positions on me. We began to sway together, 
shuffling our feet a little, in an approximation of dancing. My big cock was 
erect and trying to get at her. I pressed it against her belly. Tana didn't 
move away. Instead, the hand on my waist slid perceptibly lower to my 
buttocks and she actually began to fondle me there. Those magnificent 
American titties were pressed very firmly into my chest. I took the 
opportunity to imitate the placing of her hand and slipped mine from her 
little waist to her pretty little bumcheeks. I kneeded and fondled the sweet 
little swellings of her rear cunt and ran my fingertips gently up and down 
her lovecrack. The first word she said on the patio-dancefloor was 
"Mmmmmmmmmhh!" in response to having her bottom played with. "I like that," 
she added with a soft drawl. "I love your bottom, Tana." She giggled. I 
moved my other hand down her back, sliding my fingers sensuously over her 
body, down to her bottom and held it with both hands. We kissed on the 
dancefloor, long and lingering, with tongues. I continued to squeeze and 
fondle her bottom all over with one hand, and moved the other up to feel her 
breasts. "Mmmmmmh!" was the only other word she said to me while we danced. 
Tana continued to stroke my bottom with both hands and to press her nice, 
flat belly against my penis. After fifteen minutes of this, I was getting 
into a state of almost uncontrollable arousal, took her hand and led her off 
the makeshift stone dancefloor into a nearby unlit back alley of shadows and 
overflowing dustbins. Without a word, I shoved her up against a wall in what 
might once have been a doorway in a pitch black side alcove. We had tongues 
down each others' throats again immediately as I leaned down to grab the hem 
of her thin cotton dress which I rapidly lifted above her pretty little 
waist. Putting my hands back on her buttocks, I realised the whore had no 
panties on. She was nude under the skirt of her dress and, from the feel of 
her sexmelons earlier, above the waist as well. She was fumbling with my 
zip, wanting my cock as much as I wanted to give it to her. As soon as she 
was able to unzip me and she had her hand inside my jeans and in my pants, 
Tana skillfully lifted my fully erect ten inches out and began to caress it 
with her long, slender, cool fingers. "I'm going to fuck you, Tana," I said 
in a mixture of lust and cruelty, a cold, hard statement of intent brooking 
no refusal. She said nothing but put her tongue back in my mouth, smiling at 
me with her sexy, doped-out eyes, the pupils almost fully irised out. She 
parted her legs and I moved a hand between them. The filthwhore's cuntslime 
was running down her soft, delicate inner thighs. I commanded her "Put me 
inside you, Tana." She needed no encouragement or help and, within ten 
seconds of my urgent order, my cock was sliding deep inside her and facing 
little resistance. To gain the sort of total penetration I demand of a 
female whatever its age, I lifted the lovely American bitch up with my 
forearms beneath her upper thighs and she ended up with her calves hanging 
over my arms and the centre of her sex completely impaled on my cock. I 
penetrated her womb instantly and began to fuck in and out of her. Tana 
began urgently tugging at the buttons down the front of her dress and, as 
soon as enough were unfastened, she peeled the shoulders down the tops of 
her arms, exposing her loveliness to me. Those magnificent cumbags came into 
full view. "Oh my god, you've got lovely, fat tits, Tana," was all I could 
get out, breathless with the exertion of fucking the luscious young woman 
and holding all her weight at the same time. She lifted one in both hands to 
my face and offered it to me. I was sucking on her sexmelon in an eyeblink. 
Tana leaned back against the wall behind her which, thankfully meant I 
wasn't carrying all her weight any longer and could thrust much harder into 
her uterus. As I sucked more of her immense tit into my mouth and began to 
chew on her breastmeat, the sexysweet cumwhore lifted her other tit with one 
hand. I thought for a moment she wanted me to suck it instead of the one I 
already had in my mouth. But to my delighted surprise, she lifted her 
sucking organ to her own lips and began to kiss it, her eyes fully focused 
or perhaps I should say unfocused on mine, her long slimy tongue slid out 
between her parting lips and she began to lick around her nipple, pressing 
the tip of her mouthpenis hard into her soft, pretty areola. I began 
kneading the meat of her bottom cheeks and working the fingers of both hands 
into her sweaty bumcrack. She had wormed her free hand down between our 
bodies and was frigging her own tiny clitoris. I worked one of my hands 
closer to her rear cunt and slipped the forefinger easily into her tight 
little bottomvagina. The sweat made for good lubrication and I drove that 
finger all the way inside her and began to fuck her bottom hard with it. She 
groaned, slid her fingers down her wet fuckmeat to my balls, cupped and 
gently squeezed them for a moment and then went back to her engorged 
clitoris. I worked another finger into her anus and then another and, 
finally, I was buggering her with four fingers. Still, Tana was licking her 
fat tit but then she sucked it right into her mouth as far as three or four 
inches beyond her areola and began suckling on herself. It's so beautiful to 
watch a young, pretty cuntwoman sucking its own fat breasts. Seeing this 
perverted beauty, I lost what little self-control I still had and told her 
"I'm going to spunk up your cunt, now, bitch! Take it in your hole, you 
filthy little cunt! Take my spunk, you fucking pretty whore!" She'd shut her 
eyes moments before but opened them again in shock looking straight at me as 
I glared back with a cold, hard, psychotic look in my eyes. I could have 
enjoyed killing her at that moment. Perhaps she thought so too. I didn't 
care. I started to squirt my filth into her uterus and she climaxed in 
response to the powerful jets of sperm inside her womb, letting her titty go 
and panting, breathing hard, as her heavy bobo fell deliciously against my 
face. I bit down hard on the nipple in my mouth, twisting it at the same 
time and yanking it away from her chest in one brutal motion. I wanted to 
hurt her at that moment. I felt that heat you feel in your loins when you 
want to murder someone for your sexual arousal. I wanted to damage her. I 
was very close to snuffing Tana Harvey right there in that dark alleyway. 
Only my cold steel of ruthless planning, hard soulless cunning calculation, 
and my interest in young Bethan kept her alive, for a few years, as it 
turned out. She cried out but said nothing. Tana didn't seem the talkative 
type and, in any case, she was high as a kite and very, very drunk. As I 
came back down, I retrieved my fingers from her bottyhole and held them in 
front of her face. In the most commanding tone I have, which always stuns my 
victims into compliance when used in the right circumstances, I ordered her 
"Suck your shit off my fingers, whore!" In an autonomic fear reaction, her 
mouth flew open and accepted the four fingers which had, moments before, 
been inside her cute little botbot, smelled and tasted of her own anal stink 
and had little pieces of her shit under the fingernails. "Suck them, you 
fucking dirty little prostitute! Use your big slimy tongue, cunt!" I shouted 
at her. Her whole head and shoulders visibly jumped and I could feel her 
tongue flicking around the tips of my fingers and along the stems. "Suck, 
bitch!" Her cheeks immediately took on that arousingly sexual hollow of 
vacuum as something within them is sucked on. While Tana sucked and licked 
on my dirty fingers, I put her down so that she could stand and take her own 
weight. I'd had what I wanted and wasn't prepare to cope with her weight any 
longer. With one hand holding up the hem of her dress at the back but the 
other now free, I reached down to pick up a splintered old baton of dirty 
wood I'd spotted in the gloom lying just by her feet. It was about two and a 
half feet long, half an inch thick and an inch or so wide with squared 
edges. Hefting it, I felt its tiny weight and judged how far it would have 
to travel to have an impact on human flesh. Turning her, so that I had swing 
room, I lifted my arm back and high. It was at that moment that Tana, 
rolling her eyes up as far as she could, saw what I had in my hand and 
intuited what I proposed to do with it. Her mouth opened around the knuckle 
of my hand as the improvised cane whistled through the air. "Noooooooo!" 
came, slightly muffled around my hand which I shoved wholly into her pretty 
mouth to gag her. The baton smacked into her little bottom with a sharp 
thwack. Her lower body jerked forward and she tried to cry out in shock more 
than pain but the only sound she could manage was a medium pitched yelp 
almost completely lost in my hand. I caned her sexy little backside five 
more times in quick succession. When I'd finished punishing her for having 
such sumptuous, heavy breasts, Tana was sobbing and mewling. I withdrew my 
fingers from her mouth and, forcing her shoulders forward, I ordered, in a 
crisp, commanding, military tone, "Bend over, cuntgirl." "Noo... oooooh noooo 
pleeeease" she whined, already cowed. I guess the bimbohippy thought I was 
going to cane her bottom some more but, in fact, I dropped the skirt of her 
dress back down her legs and threw away the baton. I was interested in the 
sex organ at the other end. Her horny-looking face. Grabbing her by the 
scruff of the neck, I held her firmly in position while, with the other 
hand, I pointed my penis right at her face. She looked up at me to see what 
I was going to do to her and, at that very moment, I began to urinate. 
Holding myself steady, I directed my stinking, fetid manpiss right into her 
pretty little face and, in fact, the first splash shot her in the eyes. 
"Noooooooooooooo!" she wailed, "Nooooooooulpffffhhhhhh...." The second little, 
pathetic wail was drowned in a mouthful of my hot urine. She tried to turn 
her face away from me but I continued to jet a powerful, beer-fuelled stream 
of hot, foul-smelling manpiss onto the babyslut's face. When I'd relieved 
myself onto Tana's sweet little face, I released her to see what she would 
do. I thought that she might just turn and run but, instead, she stood 
upright and, sniveling, began to wipe my urine off her face with the sleeve 
of her dress. I pressed her back against the wall and started to kiss her 
again. The silly cunthwore opened her mouth to let my tongue in. She clearly 
wanted more or, more likely, just didn't know what else to do. When her 
sobbing had declined, she rebuttoned her dress and I led her back to the 
nook. We'd been gone about twenty five minutes but nobody seemed to notice 
or, if they did, declined to mention it. I kissed Karla with my tongue in 
her mouth giving her a taste of my urine and Tana's mouthspunk all mixed 
together. Her eyes opened wide. Knowing my vile sexual proclivities after 
several months of slavery to me, she guessed precisely what I'd done. 

TANA'S PRETTY TEENAGE CUMPRINCESS CUNTDAUGHTER The evening droned on, 
getting more and more slurred with alcohol and dope. Meanwhile, a plan 
formed and, as fortune would have it, I noticed both mother and daughter 
looking very droopy. Bethan was slumped with her face in her arms on the 
table. Tana kept nodding off. I asked Mark how they were getting back to 
their hotel or wherever it was that they were staying. He said he had no 
idea. No one at the table seemed to know how they'd even got there, let 
alone how they were getting back. No one except me was fit to drive and 
nobody seemed to volunteer that he or she had a car, anyway. I shook Tana by 
the shoulder and offered to give her and Bethan a lift. She looked 
glassy-eyed at me and mumbled something about Bordighera and an apartment. 
As Bordighera was on our way back to Menton, I told everyone we'd find out 
on the way precisely where the American and her daughter were staying and 
drop them off en route. No one offered an opinion that this was not a good 
idea. We said our goodbyes while Karla and I dragged Tana to her feet and 
leaned her up against a wall. Before she could slide down onto the stone 
floor, we managed to get Bethan on her pretty little teenage feet and 
propped her against her big-titted whoremother. Pinning Tana to the wall 
with one hand so that she wouldn't fall over, I helped Karla with the other 
to get Bethan standing firmly in the grip of her right arm and then I took 
similar control of Tana. Thus, we walked them a whole mile back to my 205. 
They were both still only partly conscious by the time we reached it and we 
had physically to shovel them into the back seat. Karla tried getting some 
information out of Tana but before we'd even reached the foot of the 
mountain and the outskirts of San Remo, they'd both fallen deeply asleep and 
couldn't be woken. Certain of what I intended, Karla pleaded with me to drop 
her at home first but I slapped her pretty face and reminded her that, as my 
slave, she had no right to ask for anything. "Yes, Sir," she mewled. I made 
her lean over between the front bucket seats, pull Tana's dress up to her 
waist and lift those long, beautiful legs up until she could rest the 
American whore's heels wide apart on the backs of the two front seats. 
Sobbing, my blonde German cuntgirl obediantly did as it was ordered, giving 
me a beautiful view in the adjusted rearview mirror of Tana's cunt and long, 
skinny legs most of the way back to the seafront border at Menton. Karla 
spent the remainder of the thirty minute drive to the frontier with her face 
in my lap licking and sucking at my cock, tasting my urine, my spunk and 
Tana's cuntslime. I stopped a few hundred yards before the frontier to get 
Tana rearranged and looking decent, my cock back in its cage, and to rifle 
through the American females' shoulderbags to find their passports. These 
days, the three road frontiers between Italy and France at Menton, one on 
the seafront, one half way up the mountainside and the other a couple of 
miles inland on the autoroute/autostrada, exist only as markers and even in 
the eighties, when these events took place, they were policed mostly by 
genuflexion. You slowed down, waved your passport, smiled, and they waved 
you on. Only rarely did you get pulled over. I worried that three gorgeous 
females in a car in the middle of the night with one man driving were 
guaranteed to get looked at but I was in luck. There was actually no one 
standing outside the Italian or French frontier offices. They were inside 
and asleep, with all probability. I drove straight through without even 
slowing down and was parked outside my villa within another five minutes. 
Getting them out of the car and into my bedroom proved as physically 
demanding as had been getting them into it but, between us, we managed it. 
After all that effort, I was very determined to rape them both, mother and 
pretty teenage daughter, and make Karla help. I ordered my bitch to make 
itself nude and then remove Tana's dress while I went to work on the child. 
Bethan was the prettiest little sweet teenager you could imagine. Sixteen 
years old, she had her mother's oval face but, somewhow, it was very much 
prettier than Tana's. Her golden blonde hair fell straight from a side 
parting and dropped to a little way below her shoulders. It flanked her face 
and fell in a thick fringe to just above her eyes which were a lovely shade 
of sky blue and very sparkly, even when she was doped up and being abused. 
She had her mother's nose and mouth and showed signs of growing her breasts 
to be every bit as deliciously big and heavy as Tana's massive fuckmelons. 
Even as a young teenager, barely more than an adolescent schoolgirl, 
Bethan's breasts were thirty six inches in a B-plus cup. Perfectly globular 
and, close together on her chest, they formed a wonderful cleavage, like the 
lovecrack between two full buttocks, a very fuckable chestcunt. The titties 
were high up on her chest and pointed directly forward projecting little 
pale pink half inch long nipples sitting proudly within their inch and a 
half wide even paler pink areolae. Some, perhaps many, American teenagers 
have a tendency to shed their puppy fat just in time to grow food fat, a 
result of their appalling diet of McDonald's and all that other fastfood 
shite, sadly emulated by a growing number of Europeans. Bethan, however, was 
as slender as her cuntmother. Her pretty belly was flat as a pancake and had 
a gorgeous deep bellybutton, so deep you could fuck it and spunk in there. I 
like fucking deep bellybuttons. The sexy little teen had a pretty tuft of 
hair on her big sexmound as blonde as the hair on her head. Bethan's lower 
sex organs, both front and back, were much better developed than her 
mother's. Its vulva was quite profound and its cunt had a tight little 
opening but, once I broke its hymen and rammed open the vagina, I discovered 
the babywhore was quite big inside. The vaginal lips, inner and outer, had 
unfurled with adolescence into pretty pale pink petals and were delicately 
folded around each other. Bethan's clitoris hood was perhaps an inch or so 
in length, suggesting the child played with itself quite a lot. The young 
girl's bottom was wonderful. Her cheeks were globular, like her breasts, big 
and very pert and she had one of the tightest, deepest cracks I've ever 
found on a pretty teenage cuntgirl. Her legs, with their beautifully fleshy 
thighs, were less spindly than Tana's and proportionately a little shorter. 
She stood five feet five inches tall. After peeling off her tight pale blue 
jeans, pink shirt, her little lacy white cotton bra and her tiny black 
cotton panties, I spent a good twenty minutes just examining her, looking in 
all her nice, dirty places, stroking and licking her. I was pleased to 
discover, opening the lips of her mouth, that Tana hadn't made her wear 
those hideous teeth braces so many American kids have to do. It's like 
encountering `Jaws' from the Bond movies when some of those creatures open 
their mouths, saliva dripping from the bright metal. It's quite disturbing 
and puts me right off. I fed Bethan and Tana a strong dose each of the trial 
protorohypnol by pouring it, little by little into their mouths. I wanted 
them fading in and out of consciousness, long enough each time awake to get 
them to do things but not long to develop any clear awareness of what was 
going on, being done to them or where they were. At times that night, they 
were deeply unconscious and unresponsive, at others awake and reluctantly 
cooperative but with no clear understanding of what was happening to them or 
of anything much at all, really. 

ABUSING TANA AND HER SWEETHEART DAUGHTER This chaptergraph is merely a first 
draft. It needs a lot of spit and polish. I needed to urinate very badly and 
got Karla to lay between them both and put her head, face up, between theirs 
Tana was just conscious and her lovely blonde teencumprincess daughter, 
Bethan, completely unconscious as I splashed my urine on all three of their 
beautiful faces. I made Karla and Tana kiss together with their pretty 
mouths full of my piss, exchanging it and swallowing it and made Tana kiss 
some into her own daughter's mouth. Needing then to shit, I squatted over 
Karla's face and oozed my turd into her mouth, made Tana lean over her and 
suck some out to kiss into Bethan's mouth, suck some more to eat leaving 
Karla to eat the rest. I had, meanwhile, begun to fuck Tana and, after a 
couple of minutes, pulled out and pushed it up her bottom. While I was 
buggering Tana, Bethan woke, swallowing the shit and urine in her mouth, 
looking as disorientated as I wanted her, and began to cry. I made Karla 
strap on a ten inch by two inch dildo, lay down on Bethan and push it up the 
teenage child's bottom. I was close to squirting and ordered Karla to come 
out of Bethan's bottom. The pretty teenager was, by this time, in floods of 
tears and I made Tana tonguekiss her daughter to quieten the child's cries. 
I made Karla push her dildo into Tana's vagina while I mounted the sixteen 
year old and thrust into her cunt. Surprisingly, for a teenager even in the 
eighties, Bethan was a virgin until that moment, and she screamed into her 
mommy's mouth as I ripped through her hymen and fucked her brutally for five 
minutes. Entering her teenage womb to shoot my cum, she passed out with the 
pain. I made Tana suck and lick on her daughter's cuntmeat to clean up the 
blood and sperm and kiss it into Karla's mouth to swallow. Tana, feeling 
sick to her heart, also passed out with her face in between her lovely 
daughter's long, sexy legs. While Karla and I manouevred her back into 
position, Bethan woke up again. I asked the pretty blonde how big her 
titties were and, without thinking, she told me they were thirty four B. I 
asked for the size of her mommy's tits to which she confirmed what I'd 
thought. They were a very edible forty three double D. Bethan passed out 
again and we humped Tana on top of her daughter, arranging them in the sixty 
nine position to rub their faces in each other's vaginas, then moved Tana 
round and laid her on her back on top of her daughter so her face was 
alongside Bethan's, made Karla kneel astride both faces with her cunt inches 
from both mouths, and facing the wall. With the female meat so beautifully 
presented, I caned Karla's bottom and both Tana's and Bethan's breasts until 
Karla lost control first of her bladder then her bowel onto their faces. I 
turned Bethan and Tana over and caned their bottoms. After cleaning them up, 
I turned them round the right way again, changed the bedlinen, forcefed them 
more proto-rohypnol, covered them over and left them to sleep. I went 
through Tana's shoulderbag for identity papers, address, telephone number 
etc before taking Karla to the spare bedroom to abuse. In the morning, both 
Harvey females were very subdued, puzzled about how they got there and 
remembered nothing about what I'd done to them. They accepted my explanation 
and seemed comforted by Karla's presence. After a shower and breakfast, I 
took them to the train station and put them on a train for Italy. It was to 
be another four years until I saw Tana and her desirable daughter again. She 
would be thirty nine years old and lovely Bethan a fully-bloomed young woman 
of twenty years with lovely breasts as big as her whoremother's. 

The preceding pieces are extracts from my megawork `Pervert Story' which is 
republished every few weeks ONLY at my FTP page at ASSTR (at the ASSTR home 
page www.asstr-mirror.org click on 'ftp' then select 'john_kirk' [in lower case]). 
It is republished approximately every four to six weeks. The next planned 
republication will be during the week of 19 May. The previous zip was, 
apparently, faulty. When it left here, it was working perfectly and, so, 
must have become corrupted somewhere in transit. As it passed through an 
interim stage betweem leaving me and arriving on the FTP page, this was 
beyond my control. I apologise for the failure and hope that it won't happen 
a second time. Should the new zip also prove faulty, do please let me know 
right away so that I can attempt to do something about it. Thank you. 'RTS 
Monthly' is published regularly at the site where you found this edition. 
Comments appreciated but flames ignored. My address is 
johnkirk@softhome.net. 

JK, May 2003.

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