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KIDSNUFF $09 -- "The Victorian Nursery" (Mb,nc,rape,sodom,pedo,snuff,pedosnuff).
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ORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: 02:02:44pm EST, Tue., 21-Jan-1997.
FILESIZE (Approximations): 215 Lines, 11,632 Bytes, 11.4K.
ARCHIVE-NAME: KidSnuff.09 is the name under which this file should be
stored by archivists.
CONTENT: This story depicts the forcible rape and murder of a very young
boy (and his nanny) by a group of grown men, and is only intended for
consumption by those 18 years of age or older. If you are offended by this
material or are underage, please skip this article NOW.
STANDARD DISCLAIMERS: "The Victorian Nursery (Snuff Version)" is
*fiction*. All poeple, places, and events in it are imaginary; any
resemblence to reality is coincidental. NO CHILDREN WERE, NOR HAVE ANY EVER
BEEN, HARMED IN THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS OR ANY OTHER OF THIS AUTHOR'S
STORIES.
This story is offered in the hope that it may provide a catharsis for
those hapless individuals -- this author included -- who, whether by random
accident of malicious fate, the dark and capricious decree of a malevolent
God, or otherwise, are cursed with a sexuality which only finds pleasure in
fantasizing about the violent rape, torture, and murder of small boys. It is
this author's hope and intention that such unfortunates will derive their
pleasure from reading this article, and not from other, more destructive
means. THIS TEXT IS *NOT* INTENDED TO PROMOTE OR TO CONDONE THE COMMISSION
OF ANY CRIME!
NOTE: This is a variation of a popular and previously published story,
originally posted by "Aubrey Fowkes" under the title "Victorian Nursery".
Only approximately 10% of this article constitues new material.
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Story #09:
***** "The Victorian Nursery" (Snuff Version) *****
Copyrighted (C) 1997 KidSnuff, Inc.
Imagine the scene in a Victorian nursery, high at the top of the
house, late in the afternoon. Mummy and Daddy have gone away for the
weekend, leaving Aubrey alone with Nanny. It's quiet, so let's see what
he is doing.
In the nursery there are toys everywhere: trains, stuffed animals,
wooden soldiers galore, and, by the window, a large rocking horse.
Aubrey is only five years old, a delicate child with blond curls and
a creamy complexion, pale from playing indoors. He is dressed in a
sailor suit, white with a light blue trim, white shorts that come to
his knees and knee length socks. He is seated astride the rocking
horse, moving back and forth, a picture of concentration.
He does not hear the commotion downstairs when the gang of men
enter, pushing their way in after ringing the bell on some pretext or
other. Nanny is quickly overpowered, and two of the four stay to have
some fun with her while the remaining two gang members set out to
search the house. In due course they stumble upon the nursery. They
stop at the door, captivated by the sight of the small behind as the
youngster raises himself on the back of the horse, making it go as
fast as he can.
Quickly they move towards the window, grabbing the boy before he
can raise a shout -- not that that would do him any good. He struggles,
so they remove his shoes and carry him to a school desk in the corner
and bang him down on it hard enough to stop his cries.
"Listen now", says one of the men. "You be a good lil' boy and
we'll soon be gone. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Aubrey nods
agreement.
"Right. Just do what you're told. It'll hurt, but when we've had
our fun we'll be off," the man lies.
"Take your socks off", says the other man. When Aubrey does not
obey at once he smacks him firmly round the side of his head. "Come
along, little boy. We're not here to waste time!" Little Aubrey --
he's only four and a half feet tall, and trembling now with fear and
pain -- manages to pull first one sock off and then the other. Then
one man lifts him up while the other yanks his shorts off, then his
underwear, revealing a small. perfectly formed cock between his thin,
naked legs.
"What a sweet little prick you are", says one, reaching down and
fondling the small member roughly. The Aubrey finds himself turned over
so his arse is on view, and at once he feels strange fingers probing at
his anus. He begins to whimper, but another slap to the face quiets
him. One man kneels behind him, bends his face forward and begins to
probe with his tongue the crease of the arse and the entrance way
itself. The other stands before Aubrey and pulls out his cock in front
of his face.
"Listen up, my little cherub," he says. "You're going to get it
bad, but you can make it easier. You see this?" -- he points to his
stiffening penis -- "You must give it a good licking or it'll hurt
you bad." Aubrey writhes on the bench, his sailor top flopping against
his head as the man behind works his tongue ever more deeply into his
anus. His mouth is open already, so the man in front pushed his large
weapon against the boy's lips, holding the boy's head to steady him.
Aubrey gags on the enormous object, he can't take it in. His mouth is
dry with fear and he chokes as the man forces the cock further into
his mouth. His tongue is forced against the man's flesh, and he hears
him moaning with pleasure as he thrusts gently against the back of the
boy's throat.
"Is he ready?", asks the man at the front. "Ready as he'll ever
be", replies his friend cheerfully. "What a sweet-tasting bun! He's
kept it really clean."
They change places. Aubrey, freed for a moment, tries to escape,
but is thumped down again onto the desk. The second man stands before
him. Aubrey notices the bulge in his trousers before he undoes them.
Then another cock comes into view, not so long as the other, but
thicker and hairier. Aubrey knows what is coming, and opens his mouth.
Then he feels a new sensation as his legs are pulled apart, and the man
behind him begins to rub his prick roughly in the crease of his arse.
Then the cock is pulled out of his mouth, just before there is a
pause in the rubbing at his rear, then a sudden thrust forward with
all of the man's weight against his anus. His muscles tighten but
they cannot keep out the enormous cock as it is thrust into him again
and again. Each thrust brings a sigh from the man, and a cry of pain
from Aubrey. The head of the penis is soon embedded, then the rest is
slowly thrust up into the boy's tight end. There is a tearing a flesh
and a good deal of blood. His pretty sailor top is soon stained with it.
The man continues his thrusts, until with a loud groan he shoots
his load into the boy's tiny arse-hole. The blood and now the spunk
have made progress easier, so he pulls out quickly, making way for
his friend. The thicker cock is rubbed in the blood and sperm, then,
well-lubricated, the process is repeated. Aubrey lies almost silent
on the desk, while thrust after thrust is made into his bun-hole. Then
he feels the cock being pulled out of him, sees it re-appear before him.
The man draws back his head by the hair, and thrusts the bloody cock
against his lips and into his mouth. Little Aubrey can hardly breathe
around the thick weapon, and can only take the head of it into his
mouth. The man bangs the head of the penis against his tongue and teeth,
grunting like an animal. Then suddenly the spunk flies forth, filling
Aubrey's mouth and dribbling down his chin. Three thick spurts leave
him covered in the stuff. Some he swallows.
The other man has been exploring. "The bedroom's through here," he
says. The two glance at each other rather nastily; then they pick the
boy up and carry him through to his bed, where he lies surrounded by
his Teddy Bears, who look on with steady gaze and fixed smiles as his
sailor top is pulled off his head and used to clean up his anus. It is
then thrown down next to the bed, the reds and browns showing clearly
on the white fabric.
"You want another go, mate?", the one asks the other.
"Nah. You take him first; then I'll finish him off."
And so the scene is repeated. On his back this time, Aubrey's
body is once more bent to accommodate the first man's sordid wants.
The thrusting of the man's prick into the child's anus is repeated with
forceful movements which push the little boy deeply into the bed. His
anal sphincter has long given up resistance, so now the man finds his
entry easier and more enjoyable. As before, he rides the helpless
little boy until he climaxes inside him, while his partner looks on,
occasionally giving vent to cries of encouragement or approval.
At length, the first man is finished.
"Time for the final finish, mate. Your go."
Thus is Aubrey handed over to the first man's comapnion, who does
very much the same thing that the first man had done -- except that
just as he begins, he first wraps a garrote about the child's neck,
slowly but surely tightening it as he progresses. Aubrey's struggles as
the garrote is tightened are at first fierce and frenzied, but quickly
grow more and more feeble as time passes. Just before he climaxes,
the man carefully pulls out, shooting his cum all over the boy's naked
chest and hair. By the time the man is finished, little Aubrey is
quite dead. They leave him there, a picture, face-up, naked, and
strangled on the bed, his head lolling and his tongue protruding, and
his toys scattered all about him; and a blood-stained sailor suit
piled untidily on the floor. The men's repeated entries have taken
their toll: the toddler's sphincter muscles dilate as they leave,
causing much of the spunk that had been shot into him to ooze out
onto the down comforter.
Downstairs, the two miscreants rejoin their comrades, who are just
finishing up with Nanny. Like Aubrey, she is quite dead, completely
naked, and has been viciously gang-raped; unlike Aubrey, her skull has
been bashed completely in. The two child-killers pause just long enough
to assist their companions in stuffing the woman's corpse into the hall
closet; then all four villains depart the premises, chuckling amongst
themselves to think of the scene they have left for the unsuspecting
Mummy and Dad, and leaving the house silent and peaceful once more.
Only the ticking of the mantle clock can be heard.
They are careful to lock the door behind them.
***** The End *****
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