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 These are basically fantasies of the Co-author/requester for this whole
sub-directory.  The Character "Wendy" is basically her fantasies, starting
with her Origin, only she gets to live them out, instead of inhibit them.
For therapy, and orgasms.  I can't promise orgasms, but I can certainly
try:
   ;
   Gwin (gF Geri Pedo Voye WS Mast.  Also Bestiality, and Snuff, I'm not
heading chapters with trigger Warning, so I have that space for out of
context notes, but consider yourselves warned.  This one's not all flowers,
and kittens.)
   Miss Edna loved to garden, and I loved to watch her.  She must have been
70, or 80, somewhere in there, but my earliest memories were watching her
through the fence.  Sometimes from my window, then the tree in my back yard
when I learned to climb it.
   I don't know how old I was when I realized she didn't wear underpants.
She bent, and squatted down.  To garden, I suppose out of convenience, she
just stopped bothering with them.  Though I was never brave enough to ask
if incontinence was a factor.  I was too young to consider the opposite,
that it was a fetish for her.  Erotic, sexual, or some other words for
things I had never heard of before.
   I couldn't say whether my parents sheltered me, or exposed me, but my
first erotic feelings were for her, definitely.  I didn't think she was
pretty, though she had a beautiful voice, hummed, and sang to herself, and
I copied her.  Dug in the dirt, anyway, with sticks, then toy shovels and
buckets as they were gotten to me.  I peed in them, and covered it up. 
Made mud, and played with it, also defecated in them, "Puppy holes" I
called them, and the underwear came right off, as soon as I could go out,
and play.  As well as other things, we had a swingset, outdoor toys, I had
a little rake I used in fall, no hoe, but my favorite was the Trowel.
   I dug in the back yard, and when I could I watched Her.  Whatever she
did in the yard, she kept it up, it was her life in her later years, having
nothing else to occupy it.  She didn't have pets, she had plants, and a
couple green thumbs.  And a trowel, she kept in the pocket of her apron. 
Just like the one at the hardware store I saw, and begged daddy to get me.
I forget what project it was, whether there was plumbing, lumber, he was an
old fashioned man.  He didn't cook, or clean, he fixed stuff around the
house.  Probably the most useful tool, along with the work gloves, and a
hoe for standing up, and working a lot of dirt around.  She loved that
trowel, though.  I saw it, but long after I first saw her touch herself.
   She wiped it, on her skirt.  After peeing, it got to where I recognized
the sigh, the relief of relaxing, and stopped whatever I was playing with
to listen at the fence.  The patter of drops on loose soil.  She peed in
her garden, Nitrates I understand now.  Urea, breaks down to Ammonia, and
so forth, but I wasn't a chemist, I was a little girl.  If I had a chance,
I'd peek through the slats to catch her pushing back her skirt.  Between
her knees, to lift the hem, and absently wipe it.  I swear, sometimes she
didn't even stop what she was doing.  She let it out pulling weeds.  Or
digging with the trowel, even holding the watering can in one hand.
   "Hhhhhhhhh...' Ptptptptptptp.
   Wipe, didn't have to think about it.  I did it enough, I didn't have to
think about it either, but I used it too.  The pee to soften up dry baked
summer ground with dead grass, or wake up worms in the roots of the tree to
play with, or just hold it, and dig a hole to fill up, and bury it,
especially when I had to poop.  This is natural shit, boys scouts still do
it, and so do soldiers.  Other campers, I did it playing in the back yard.
We didn't have dogs or cats either.
   She also, played with it.  Her wrinkley old cunt, the first one I got to
see good, when I barely had one to look at, and not conveniently located
anyway.
   I climbed up the tree one time, cause I heard her grunting.  I thought
she was digging, or pooping, or something but she was just laying back in
the wheel barrow.  Feet up on the handles, knees out to the side, sun
shining through the leaves to dapple her sundress and tanned arms like a
leopard, but rippling with my shakes.  I went out on a limb, literally, to
hang over the fence, and my shadow even covered part of her.
   I watched her, playing with myself, and crouching like that, I could
feel up, between my knees.  Had to hold on with my other hand, but I could
feel it, and see what she was doing too.  To copy her, my head somewhere
around her chest, but she unbuttoned the bib of her dress, and folded it
down.  The straps fell off to the sides, and I saw her flattened breasts.
   Wrinkly, also deflated, but flattened by gravity, she alternated
nipples, and played with them.  Pinching, pulling, twisting, even shaking
them like wet washcloths?  I think, yeah in the bathtub.  Float 2 wet
washcloths, I don't believe I remember this, but pinch them in the middle,
and pull them up.  I did that, in up to my waist, and played with them. 
Sucked water out of them, thinking of her old leathery, pale wrinkled
granny titties, the way she played with them.
   "ehhhhhhh!" That's the sound she made.  Her three fingertips frantic in
the top of her furrow.  No doubt working that dry little pea for all it's
worth, but that was my first orgasm, watching her.  I didn't cum, I peed.
Wet myself, she didn't but her fingers were wet.  Slipping out of her, then
back in several times.  Changing it up, but she was a 3 finger woman.  It's
how she did it, I had to work my way up to that with my small skinny
fingers.
   However, mine were rough.  For a girl's I had callouses from digging
with sticks for years before I got toy tools, then real tools.  Digging
hands, so did her's, but old skin vs new skin.  I just watch, and copied
her the best I could, but I didn't feel inside until later.  She got up,
went inside just holding the straps over her shoulders.  Happy, smiling,
humming to herself.  Don't remember the tune, but she had so many.  Went
in, and dropped her dress in the kitchen.  She disappeared from the window.
   I must have been 11, or 12, at the time, but I wiped myself, with my
skirt, quite a bit more than was needed to get dry, but felt immense erotic
pleasure from that.  Not an orgasm, yet, but the position, squatting up on
a limb, and holding onto another became inconvenient for further
exploration.  So, I climbed down, and took a bath to continue.
   ;
   Dolly
   I stopped playing with dolls, then I got them out again.  In the bath,
mostly, the peeing one, I could just squeeze her belly, and dip her down to
the waist to fill her up, squirt hot "Pee" all over me, and she left her
magazines out on the porch.  I took one, [Old and Young] and by young I
mean childporn, but I had to be twelve by then.
   Not a particularly dry summer, but I watered the yard a lot, and peed in
it every chance I could get.  Mother had to work, but being a single child,
I was independent, and could entertain myself.
   12 year olds were popular in the magazines, but I especially like Little
Miss Pissypants.  That was about a 6 year old that knew how to potty, and
could even hold it in bed, but she held it to play with her great aunt
Fran, and herself.
   Got good at orgasming, with pee to get hot and wet, or in the bath. 
Started wetting the bed again, to play with myself, and even pissed my
panties at school to play with them.
   Oh, and had the rest of the day pantiless.  Tried to work up the courage
to flash my teacher, miss Mitchel.  Old schoolmarmy type with beads hanging
around her neck from her glasses, a bun, and I bet a nasty wrinkly cunt
under all those slips.
   She had movies, too, but had to set up the projector.  And the screen,
on a tripod, slides too, but I got so excited when she turned the a film. I
stole mommy's Opera Glasses.  They fold up flat like a rectangular compact,
but they had holes in back, and lenses that popped up in the middle, so I
could see in her attic, whenever the bright flicker came on at night.
   Now, she left childporn books on the back porch.  All stapled together,
black and white, with about as much stories between the pictures, but
movies.
   I got a basin, to squat over, and put the glasses up on the sill.  I
din't have to hold them, just look while I felt the warm wet trickle
between my lips, and my fingers.
   She had to watch the snuff film in the attic.  Don't ask me where she
got it, I only saw the one, but she watched it enough times for me to see
the whole thing.
   A very little girl, I'm going to guess 3, give or take a few moths
either way.  Cute, short blond hair bunched up in curls, and her momma, or
a pregnant lady close enough to be related, maybe an aunt, or another
blond, but enormously pregnant, on a dairy farm.
   At first, she just follows her around the field, both naked, the camera
set up, and not moving.  No sound, but it's far away anyway, then a cow
wanders over.  A bull, as it turns out, though oddly no horns.  She doesn't
fuck it, but she sure sucked it, right by the fence, with the little girl
in her lap, going back and forth between her breasts, but bull milk running
down over both of them, until she let him go, to wander off.  Just pulled
it between the beams of the fence.
   I got off watching that, and she must have as well, because she got up,
and turned it off.
   Not naked, but in the light, the screen shown through her nighty, came
halfway down to her knees, but no underwear.
   Great big hips, and thick thighs, pancake titties, but I couldn't really
see her wrincles from so far away.
   She had a tree in her yard too, which I could climb, she always took her
time to enjoy her movie, when she fired it up.  Often late at night, but
bright enough to wake me.  The next time, I wanted a closer look.  To see
her, but I climbed over the fence in the dark.  Up her tree in the dark,
and even been on her roof, on a moonlit night, but this one was very dark.
Nothing but stars, but my eyes got used to it before I got back to the
window.
   She had a chair, just the back with no arms, but a bentwood frame around
a padded seat, and back.  Not facing the window unfortunately, but when she
was done, she pulled something out.  I later broke in (She left windows
open in summer, we all did) and pulled down the trap door, and climb up to
find a tiny porcelain baby.  Like a doll, but just curled up, feet
together, almost like a point, holding her tummy, and sucking her thumb,
both arms just ridges, wrapped around her round little body.
   That she pulled out of her, I didn't see it, but she just put it back in
the dollhouse when she was done.  She never knew I had even been in her
attic, much less that I had seen her watch the movie.
   Also black and white, the pregnant lady in it could have been her when
she was younger, or a relative.  For all I knew, she could have been one of
the girls, but not the one at the end.
   After the bull, she played with dogs, and an older girl, talked to her
but there was no sound.  I could barely hear the clacking projector, but
her moans got loud enough through the window.  Looked like how dogs make
puppies, the bitch was obviously in heat, and the other one fucked her. 
She wandered off, sated, but then the same lady, only not pregnant wiped
her stink between the girl's legs.  I don't know, she could have been 9, at
least 7, smiled with all her teeth, and let the dog sniff her.  Lick her,
and bent over, the lady held him between his quickly humping legs, then
felt her back, and went around, and held her tits for the girl to suck,
while the dog fucked her.
   His paws were wrapped, with tape, or something like Q-tips, but after he
fucked the big girl, the woman lay down, and pulled him over her by the red
head.  The girl sat on her face, and peed on it.  While the dog fucked her.
He had a muzzle on too, but I watched the girl's hands, feeling her tits,
while she rode her mouth, tongue, and nose.  The dog finished, and wandered
off, then the lady got up, and bent over for the girl to fingerfuck her
glistening wet hairy cunt.
   Finally, it was the girls turn, but I fell over.  Curled up on the roof
of the porch, right under her attic window, and shivered.  My fingers
clenched tight between my shaking legs, I heard her squeel, and moan before
I was done.
   Last, she was pregnant again, and the same little 3 year old from
before, only this time in a barn with a cow.  No bucket, but she was bound.
Her hooves staked down so she couldn't move, or kick, a pile of fresh
patties behind her, in a puddle of piss.  The toddler played with the
udders, delightedly milking them out, all over her, muddy, straw stuck to
her, into her mouth, and sucking them too, but all kinds of filthy fun. 
The woman's hands joining to wipe her gritty thighs, and buttocks.
   Grope her, pet her fat hairless crotch, pinch her lops together, and lip
her fingers between her buttocks.  She peed, and squirted milk down there.
Then, the lady turned around to squat, but the muddy straw filled greyish
brown mess had spread all over.  She didn't just piss, but that trickled
out a while, the girl was half rinsed off of it before she let her head
down, her hair hanging in a cloud of golden curls, then a dark brown solid
tail of a turd started hanging.
   That filthy little girl lay back, mouth wide open, but she teased her
with it, dipping, then pulling away before her teeth snapped shut.
   "Ehhhhhn!" Her shriek was ragged, and rough, but before she got up, the
girl was sitting again, rubbing it all over her face, and chest, and round
tummy, and between her crossed legs.  I just closed my eyes, before she
turned it off, and held my breath.
   She left, let the trapdoor spring back up so the whole attic was dark,
so I climbed back down to went to bed when I could.  Still walking funny,
and drifting dreamily across her yard.  Over her fence, then up in the
tree.
   I didn't want to climb down, just leaned back, enjoyed the stars, the
cool summer air, the afterglow, and the sick images.
   She caught me, and molested me before I saw what happened, to that
little girl.  The 3 year old, but that was when I felt the most in love
with her.
   I don't know, when I think she noticed me.  She pretended like she
hadn't seen me although a few times I was peeing in plain sight of her. 
She ignored me at first, even though I was so obviously trying to get her
attention.  Crouching in the crotch of my tree, giggling, and piddling onto
the fence.  She would just look in my general direction, drop shorts, pull
granny panties aside and piss like a racehorse.
   I wanted to, and I even got braver.  One time she started pissing and I
snuck up behind her.  When she was done, she just moved down the row,
didn't look back, but I pissed on the same spot.  She was squatting, back
turned, but behind her I was standing pulling my lips back to aim forward.
Hoping she would hear it, look back to see what made that sound, the
pattering of my piss in her garden, right where she squatted over it, and
wiped with her skirt.  I ran like hell before she stood up, I don't think
she ever knew I was there
   Then, she started leaving c p mags on her porch full of tots and
infants. For me to sneak up, and look at, usually squatting under the table
to look at.  Piddle and diddle, thinking about all those little girls,
playing sex, and pissing with the old ladies.  Then, I would sneak into her
yard and take them when she went inside, then return them when I was done.
   One time she caught me.  I don't know where, she hid in her yard, but
"Huh?" I saw her, standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching me.  I
wanted to run, but there was a railing all around, and she blocked the
stairs.  I didn't even think of running in her back door, but she grabbed
me, pulled me out from under the table.
   "What do you think you're doing in my yard." The first thing she ever
said to me, she was always quiet.  Kept to herself, took care of her
garden, pissing, and masturbating when she thought nobody was looking.  And
singing to herself, she had such a beautiful singing voice, but now that
she was mad, she screeched ragged, like a witch, or her moans when she
orgasmed.
   She pulled up my skirt, and swatted my bare buttocks, just once.  I
cried out, but I knew what I was doing, what I climbed over the fence to
do, and she saw me.  Looking at her dirty pictures, squatting to play with
my piss, and even the little puddle I left to drip between the boards.
   "Now this is fantacy." She grabbed the discarded pages, and showed me.
"You like that?" Finally, touching me with her old dry wrinkled fingers.  I
nodded, "you like old ladies, little girl?  You want to do that?"
   "Mhm?" I just closed my eyes.
   "Filthy little brat, I should spank you for this.  If you weren't so
pretty." She kissed my head, smelled my head, "Now I have you, all to
myself.  My little pretty."
   *This is real*, I thought.  I had this fantasy, or so many like it.  I
dreamed about going to her, telling her how I feel, just had no idea what
to say.  I was afraid, she wouldn't like me.  She would say no, and break
my heart.  She didn't, she touched me, and I couldn't say anything.  Do
anything, it wasn't fear, I cried, but to this day I think it was tears of
joy.
   This wasn't a dream, just a fantasy.  It was really happening, and it
felt better than I even imagined.
   "Nh!" I could grunt, but she rubbed it faster.  And faster, my clit, and
the barely hairy lump in front of it.  3 fingers, just like I'd seen her
do, but upside down.  Backwards, bent over her lap as she had to spank me.
Once, just one swat, to my bare quivering cheeks, now this.  "Ngh!" I could
nod, "Ngahh!" Moan, "Nyaaaaaah!"
   Cum.
   "Yes, you love it.  You pretty little slut.  But you're mine now.  All
mine."
:
   .
   {Several years later, after the events in \Very Bad Mommies.  I'm
working on it, but it's still a little fractured.}
   ;
   W.  (Fg IncesTot/tod Nepi Asph Snuf Necr/ZooK Scat/WS CP, SP.  Sp being
SnuffPorn.)
   Just copy, and paste this in your address bar:
  
https://i0.wp.com/astrobob.areavoices.com/files/2015/12/Christmas-full-moon
-scene.jpg
   That's the winter conjunction I observed, in 2015, and the backdrop for
the following scene...
   Out of pure ironic shadenfreude: Celine Dion - The Magic of Christmas
Day (These are Special Times.) Serious as a heart attack, that's what
Marlee would play at the party, immediately before this:
   ;
   "Huh!" Crisp night!  Snow on the ground, the overcast blown away, past
the park is a yard.  Abandoned, empty house, back gate to the trees, and a
SW Exposure.
   The moon not yet risen over the trees, even the roof, and windows are
dark, and Courtney is asleep.
   Her mother tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight, I put a blanket over
the carrier to trap the heat, her breath.
   Peeking under, she's still out, but I don't need to step on the brake
with the light dusting.  Piffing under my heels, but not sinking in to the
cold-frozen ground.
   "Huh!" My breath belies the heat, pounding in my chest.
   My first, then I can go to the clinic tomorrow.  Fertility clinic, the
best time of the month, but they'll be open.
   Tonight, the stars are right.  Patience, I never thought that's all it
took.
   I hate to wait.
   So, on with the tripods, slung under the hammock seat, hanging beneath
the locked in cradle.
   3, a little too big for the baby carrier, her britches, ready to
potty-train if her mother could bare to expense with diapers.
   The time is right, this is what they want.  "I love you mommy," her last
words, "Bye bye."
   "Huh!" now the cameras, the Infrared one in the shadow of the porch,
low-light one with the large lens from the seat in the lee of the trees.
   A frame of A swing-set, old, rusted black by the light of Betelgeuse,
and the Twins, just as the moon breached through the branches at the top of
the canopy.  Neat coniferous row like teeth, or steeples, seratting to
point toward the stars, the pregnant moon shining between, revealing the
top pipe in a dotted line.
   She won't wake up, the last thing she saw was her mothers' face,
smiling, but frowning, tears only blinked out when her tiny fingers slipped
from her thumbs.
   I can still hear her breath.
   Finally, the jump-rope.  Simple cotton, wooden handle removed from one
end to coil a noose, the other slick with lube.
   Chains long gone from the swingset, only bent sheet steel peaks, hanging
off, front to back, on either side to show where they were once anchored.
   I lay back, looked up at the stroller, the puffs of breath glittering
into the winter moonlight.
   It's Christmas.  Night.
   "God bless us everyone!" {~C.  Dion, Used without permission.}
   I can't help but giggle, unbuttoning my shirt, leaving it tucked in, my
blazer laying flat like black satin lined wings, wool pants warming as they
soak, buttocks sinking into the pristine fresh snowfall.
   "HhihH!" She doesn't even choke, her last breath just stopped, but my
eyes followed her dangling legs.  White nighty, moonlight shining through
the back, then the front as I catch a leg.  More like a Halloween ghost,
but warm.  Alive, and starting to struggle.
   I need a hand to hold the handle, like a belaying pin, and slip it under
the front of my pants.  Rope end first, then feeling the carved rounded,
sanded, and polyurethane sealed tip to anchor it, then settle her down on
my face.
   Really kicking now, so I have to feel my hands up her legs.  Inching
side-to-side, to her knees, fat flexing thighs, finally her hips, buttocks,
bare dry cunt, and already spasming asshole.
   Finally, "Hihhh!  HahlLlLlL!" The wait was over.
   My first, I'll always remember my first.  Even so slight, her struggles
shake her hips, my arms, breast, and the rope.  Jerking in my pants.  In my
baby maker, the rope rough and dry against my clitoral hood, tenting my
pants open over my fresh shaved mons pubelss.
   Nothing compared to the real thing.
   So full of life, fight, more strength than she had ever know, wracking
her unconscious body.  Reflexive, I can only try to imagine what kinds of
dreams she's having, or not.  Even try.
   Then weakening, fading, relaxing, and slipping from my chin.
   "HuhhhhHHHHH!" Frigid winter air, dry with the icy tang of snow still
lingering in it like crystals of breath.  "HUHHHH!" Bending her legs up,
pushing her knees out, spreading under the moonlit shift, wide open, and
thoroughly tongue-fucked.
   SPBHTHPHptptptp!
   "Huh!" Splashing warm, and wet in the open silk of my blouse, all over
my exposed, otherwise unrestrained breast, and running between, spattering
up my chin, and splashing around my neck like a fresh cut throat.
   "HhHhHUHHHHHH!" Deepest throatiest moan I can remember having, then my
thumbs turning in.  Joining nail-to-nail, and prying between her virginal
lips.  Nothing harder than a tongue through that last barrier.
   She was born a virgin, she died a virgin, now she was mine!
   "NUH!"
   No?
   She stopped, fell limp.  Every muscle in her body relaxed, especially
her anal sphincter, and bladder, but I feel that.
   Pulse, still beating, slowly, deeply on the pads of my thumbs..
   ..
   Wait..  "Huh!" Deep in my chest.
   No, that's mine too.  Beating in my ears, in the otherwise silent
night..
   .?
   Yes, that's my pulse.  Beating in her corpse.
   "Hhhh!" Relax..
   :
   ;
   Marlee (Sick, just sick.  Let me remind you this is NOT my fantasy,
'kay?)
   "Why?" You have to ask, why a mother would conspire to have her daughter
murdered, watch the tape, and have wild sex with her murderess?  Well,
there's one, wild passionate sex with a murderous lesbian.  Even if I could
describe it, I wouldn't.  Good luck finding one.
   My daughter, was innocent.  I raised her innocently, then discovered
something.  I made a mistake, I sheltered her, lied to her, told her that I
loved her, her father, when I didn't.  For almost the first 3 years, I
didn't love her enough, then I had my eyes opened.  That's another reason,
I failed as a mother, so i had to start over.  She weaned, but I knew a
sure way to get the milk flowing again.  The way she got it going in the
first place, but my husband.  He was a failure too.  I couldn't live with
him, I couldn't kill him, and get away with it, but I could blame him. 
Drive him away, "How could you let this happen!?" With a straight face, I
lied to him, because that's what I discovered men are for: Sperm donors,
took his money, guilt tripped him about not protecting her, and used that
to pay for a replacement.  Start over from scratch.
   Because we could.  We did, and got away with it too, so there's that. 
The police, are men.  They went looking for men, and lo, an infant was
stolen from the same complex!  Imagine that, it's inconceivable, if you'll
pardon the pun.  Women just don't conspire to sexually abuse their
daughters, murder them, have lesbian orgies watching it, then sell the
footage to pay for pregnancies.  Right?  No, of course not, "He was about
5' 10" brown hair and eyes, average height, weight, and build, and he had a
gun." What do you know, just like the man that stole that baby from my
neighbor.  They showed me the sketch, "Yes, that's him." They doubled their
efforts to find him.
   She came back with the stroller.  Empty, I stopped crying, finished the
wine, and thought about getting some more, but Lesli hugged me.  Said "It's
okay." and kissed me.  Then, we watched the video, and it was beautiful. 
Videos, she had to put them on her laptop, tried to superimpose them so the
Infrared matched the Moonlit, but even reversed, they didn't quite line up.
   I watched the Infrared, the moonlit was beautiful, but I couldn't bare
to watch.
   There she was, though.  Wendy, I had no idea she was W., from that
Leslita website, I thought she just looked like her, dressed like her, but
there's nothing like this, on her site.  Nothing about nuff, I had no idea
that she made it, but then I talked to her, and Lesli.  Leslita, I don't
know whether she named the site after her, or her girlfriend named her
daughter after her site, but i just felt like I've been holding back all my
life.
   I had to let her go, while she was still young, beautiful, and innocent.
Before I took that innocence away, and holding it in just made the dreams
worse, become daydreams, fantasies of raping my little girl, and smothering
her screams.  I don't know why, I have no excuse, you think I haven't tried
to find something to explain it?
   "I'm sorry." Wendy wiped my tears, "If that wasn't."
   "No, it was beautiful, it was perfect," these were tears of joy, "You
made me so happy, and tomorrow we can go to the clinic together." Get
pregnant together, have daughters together, in vitro so we can make sure,
they're always daughters.  Beautiful pure innocent daughters before the
world comes in and takes that way.
   I know, I'm evil, but I never did that to her.  I'm just so lucky to
have found Wendy, so she could.  Do what I could never bring myself to.
   "I'm full," I bit my lip, and lifted my breast.  One less mouth to feed,
and she loves it.
   I'd do anything to make it up to her, the best night of my life.  It's
not even christmas any more, so today.  We can get some sleep, and later
today we can go out to get pregnant together.
   My treat, a small price to pay for the happiest night of my life...
   ;
   Temporal Note: out of time.  There is no FTCI in this offshoot.  Connie
Young never founded it, and Billy Young never oversees the Project that
retroactively is known by it's product, the Cyberserkers.  Instead, someone
remembers down to the Intercontinental Contacts, and Website, which should
narrow it down.  All tapes/media are artifacts of the original Atrocity
Wars timeline, used without permission of course.  Since Connie Foster is
already dead...
   ;
   AlbertaHunter@FTCI.Org
   [Hello, I know we haven't met, or contacted eachother before, but I may
be able to help/share in your fantasy.  I chose you, based completely on
your Moonlit night movies, especially the Infrared was an unique touch,
that is greatly appreciated.  You are an artist, truly gifted, which is why
i want you above anyone else.  My daughter, can only die once.  I can hope
that you can make it as beautiful and special as that.
   I too have a daughter, Dora.  Almost 5, and ready to go out in the
world. As you can see, she's Adorable, my little Izzy.  She's also very
sexually precocious, as you can see, she's outgoing, and prefers to be nude
as much as possible.  Here's her hymen, and here's her playing with her
favorite toy, a rubber snake.  As you can see, we both take "Rubber" a
little more literally than intended on the package, but it's hours of child
safe (NSFW) fun for the whole family!
   I'm a food blogger, you can look me up on youtube, but I travel around
the globe, looking for edible treats.  My favorites are south American,
especially the least explored tributaries of the Amazon Basin, as you can
see I'm a bit of an amazon myself!  I'm healthy, active, and my daughter
(That picture is a few years old) loves to work out with me, however I
crave a different kind of treat.  My fantasy, my deepest darkest one is I
could eat her right up!
   Literally.
   I've had long pork before, on multiple occasions, in several cultures,
and I've developed a bit of a taste for it.  I just want a mother I can
share her with, preferably with another daughter to share.  She is the best
part of my life, but now I crave her to be a part of my body again. 
Preferably 20-30 pounds each, so we can truly feast, though I've never
eaten a toddler before.  Albert Fish highly recommends the buttocks, I
prefer thigh meat myself, but we can divy them up when they're roasted.
   With your reverse birth bestiality, and snuff fantasies, I thought
perhaps we could share.  I can handle the travel arrangements, as well as
the cooking, Connie can handle the local contacts, however this will
require quite a lot of money, and resources.  I know in Africa, Russian
Weapons are worth more that gold, and if you want the Big 5 (Elephant,
Rhino, Hippo, Nile Crocodile, or Cape Buffalo) the best bang for your buck
are Surface-to-Air Missiles.  Connie can arrange that as well, provided the
money through her arms dealers.]
   ;
   Mommy (Fg Loli Tod/tot Snuf Cons WS Sade)
   I feel so stuffed, so I know little Leslita must be about to burst. 
Walking her back from the big party, through the park, she should have
taken a nap, but now her kicking legs stopped, and she held them together.
"Mommy, I really have to potty."
   "Me too sweetheart, let mommy see." She spread her legs, so the skirt
pulled tight over them, revealing her dry little tot twat.  "Hold it," she
pulled it up, "We're almost there." Her fingers trying to hold it in, like
a little dutch boy.  "Ngh!" She smiled.
   She knows this game, we played it all the time, and that it feels so
much better the longer you hold it.  "Don't mess up the stroller." She's
grinning now, wincing, but it's not pain.  Not quite, but it's the most
erotic feeling for her.  "How does it feel?"
   Look around, as if for the man from the papers, kidnapping babies, like
her baby sister.  She giggles, now she's really playing with it, "I really
have to go mommy," another giggle, "I really got to poop, so much!" She
knows what an effect this has on me.
   "Me too.  I'm holding it," but I can let my thighs, rub together with
each step, and she knows how much this turns me on.
   "Ngh!  I have to go so bad, I'm gonna die!"
   "Nhm!" Bite my lip.
   "Hihihn!" Blink, at her grinning face.
   "Now you're teasing me."
   "I just want to go, so bad.  All over you." She knows I can only take so
much.  "All over your face, and your tits."
   "Nhm!"
   "Let it go, let it go.  I can't hold it any more!"
   "Lesli!" Now her grin looks almost sadistic!
   "Let it go, let it go!  You'll never see me cry!"
   "Ngh!" She won, I felt a little trickle out, and had to stop.  Hold my
knees together.  "Hnnnh!" My wet thighs, squeezing wetly together, and the
hot drops running down between them.
   "Like this swirling storm inside!"
   She knows I hate this song!
   "Hihihihihmn!"
   "Come on." It's going to be pouring out, any minute.
   "Swings!" she points.
   "Not now, sweety."
   "Don't let them in, don't let them see.  Be the good girl you always
have to be!  Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know, well now they know!"
   "Ngah!"
   I just let it go.
   "Huh!" It trickled out under my sun-dress.  'hhhhhhHhH!'
   "Uh oh.  Mommy had a accident."
   "Hh!" I can hold the rest, but it did feel so good.  Right here, bye the
playground, the little girls, laughing, and squeeling like screams.  I
almost got off.
   "Now, swing me."
   "Okay, sweety."
   "I can hold it." I stopped at the edge of the sand.  "The cold never
bothered me anyway."
   "Come on, lets swing."
   She giggled, and kicked in my arms.  She whispered, 'if i have to hold
it, you have to hold it too.'
   She really likes this game.
   "Hihihehaha!" It ran out, left a line of dots, drops back and forth in
the sand while she swung, and her skirt swung back, letting more roll out
the back between her cheeks, and I gave her another push.
   I can hold the rest, now, but she didn't mess up the stroller.
   "Huh!"
   "Ehehahahah!"
   So, the next girl, if she doesn't look, or her mommy doesn't look before
plopping her down in her big blue plastic toddler swing.  Her feeling that,
soak through, then he bad mommy scolding her for wetting herself.
   "Higher mommy, higher!"
   Wendy, I have to blame her for this.  Dark turn, and the older girls
playing jump rope.  Looking up at the bar, the squeeking chain.
   "Higher!"
   Lesli jumping off, swinging, choking quietly like Courtney.
   "Ihihihn!  HIGHER!"
   Her bowels releasing over those incredible tits.  In the moonlight, but
the infrared was even better.  Her hot breath, and the warm blue blob,
splashing out on her body.  You could see her warmth.
   "HIGHER!" Falling so the rope pulls tight, and relaxing.
   "Hhnh!"
   Nobody can see it.  Trickling out again.  In the sand, lost of kids lose
it on the playground, but she won.  I couldn't hold it, I didn't want to.
The warm trickles between my lips practically vibrating my clit, and
curling up against gravity in my opening before dripping from my lips, and
dribbling down my hot thighs.
   "Hhhhhh!"
   This is her fantasy, my daughter's swinging, dead.  Remember when we
showed her, Lesli turning back, stretched out naked on the end of the bed.
"Mommy, can we do that?"
   "Maybe, some day." I just have to make sure that's what she really
wants. "I don't want to grow up, so you don't love me."
   "Oh, I would never stop loving you!"
   "But I won't be sexy any more, and I don't want to stop being sexy.  I
want you to.  Kill me like that.  It was so beautiful."
   "Huh!"
   Wendy's sick fantasies, they didn't just get in my head.
   And of course, that's why we love her so much.  I wish we could just do
it now, but it's too public, there's too many people around, we'd never get
away with it.
   But we might, be ready tonight.  And that way, she can record it.
   "Okay." I stopped her picked her up.  "Tonite."
   "Really!?" She hugged my neck, and I patted her fat wet bottom under her
skirt.
   "Come on, let's get you home and give Mama Wendy the good news."
   I'm so close, I just want to finish myself off right here, right now,
but there's all those children around, and one of them would tell.  Ruin it
before tonight.
   Back in her stroller, she practically sang "I'm gonna die tonite!"
   "Sh!  Not if someone hears you!" I'm almost looking for that completely
made up man in the papers, and on the news.  The sketch from the
description I gave them.
   "Huh!" So, this is what going insane feels like.  "It is a wonderful
feeling."
   "Yeah," she smiles up at me, spreading her legs again.  "I love you
mommy." Grinning, and reaching inside.
   "Lets get you home."
   ;
   On the plane
   We requested seats in the back of the plane, because they're closer to
the rear lavatory, and were lucky enough to get them booked right against
the back wall.  The lavatory was right there, for a quick rush across the
aisle, when my daughter Sally had to go.  She had just started to potty
train at home, but on the plane, it wasn't so simple.  She missed daddy,
whom we're going to see, and after so long away I missed him too.  So, I
packed a diaper bag just for this instance.
   Another advantage is some measure of privacy.  The Stewardess' station
is forward on this model, between first class, and coach, so I needn't
worry about them walking bye when nursing her, or checking her diaper in
the seat next to me.  Only the male gaze, which I had plenty of fair
warning, as they made their way back between the seats to cover up.  I got
a blanket for the purpose, but it was hot, with Sally's not so little body
under there.  So, I nursed her bare breasted with it over my shoulder, and
just draped it over my arm when needed.
   Then, I looked down, heard giggling from the toddler in the seat in
front of us.  Between the seats, she leaned back with a tablet, or a tablet
sized phone, and her mother leaned over to whisper something to her.
   I was struck first by her makeup, dark so as she looked down, her
blackened lid looked like a pit, and her prominent nose in profile, then
she reached over, and tapped the screen.
   A move came up, but I glanced at movement from the aisle.  That same
boy, kept coming back, and trying to steal glances.  I covered up, but he
never spent long in there.  Perhaps he just drank too much, or it didn't
take long for him to, do his business, imagining my bare breast.
   "Huh!" It was hot under there, but I covered my mouth.  It looked like a
diaper change video, and I had seen more than enough.  My own daughter's,
not to mention other girls I had taken care of.  Being a girl once myself,
I was given many other opportunities, and there was nothing sexual about
it. For me, before I saw this.
   The toddler's chubby little leg coming up, for her fat little arm to
bend back.  "Nh!" I cad seen little girls touch themselves, I am not a
prude, the way I was raised, that's something you do in private.  In your
own room if you have one, or the bathroom if you're forced to share it.  I
certainly wasn't the sort of mother to encourage it in public, to the point
of showing her pornography.
   At first, I thought it some strange toy.  The video quality wasn't that
good, and I was unfamiliar with that particular shape.  Like a lumpy
rattle, this strange bright red, with pale highlights, and a strange pear
shape, a curved point on the other end, and a large bulge, held in the
mother's hands.  Only then did I realize that the blackground was some sort
of short fur, even as she tickled, between her legs with the fingers of her
other hand.
   Clunk.  The child was thoughtful enough to put it down.  While the boy
moved back up between the seats, red faced, and embarrassed.  I was more
than a little hot now, and Sally was asleep, but I hesitated to check her
diaper.  Just used the break to slip back into the cup of my bra, remarking
to myself that I had just definitely seen childporn.  Baby porn, child
molestation right before my eyes, shown to a little girl by so obviously
her mother.  They certainly look alike, more than an aunt, except for the
eye makeup, and obviously dark hair.
   As she brought the video back up, and started it again, I realized that
that red thing was the penis of some animal, by the color, and half
remembered glimpses before looking away in modesty, I guessed some sort of
dog?
   Even with the cool cup back over my drained breast, my daughter napping
in her safety seat, and the blanket set aside, I felt too hot.  Far to hot
for it to be just that, and unreasonably horny.  It's one thing to hear
about such things, child porn, incest, and bestiality, but quite another to
witness it shared, between a daughter and admittedly handsome mother.  I
don't know, I am not a lesbian, but I can admit when a woman is handsome. I
think it was the profile of her nose, the deep dark pit of her eye makeup
only enhanced it, but I remembered that.  Stolen glance, even as I saw her
hand.  I was seized with a surety that it was her, both of them in the
movie, a home movie of molestation, and nasty bestiality.
   What an utterly horrible mother, I thought.  Felt like a worse mother
than usual, watching that, right next to my own daughter, and getting so
aroused.  Not that I would ever, seriously consider, exposing my daughter
to anything like that.  However, I have to admit that extremely naughty
little girl certainly seemed to enjoy it.  Both in the video, and
unashamedly masturbating, right there in public.  I didn't know whether to
grab Sally, and duck into the lavatory, or leave her there in the company
of a child molester.
   Which would be worse, dealing with myself with my daughter, she's a
light sleeper, and the risk of her waking up while I was doing something,
so sickening erotic was almost worse than the prospect of coming out to
find them.  Moved back to my seat, with my daughter, and their tablet.
   "Oh!" God, so I just tried to keep my eyes open, on the aisle with the
blanket over my lap, and shamefully inching hands.  "Hhuh!" Sweating, and
trying not to moan, I just need relief so I can think clearly, possibly of
a way to deal with this situation, but like this I can't help the images
creeping into my mind's eye.  Stealing glances of her up, suckling that
spiky red tip, and a quick pale spit onto her nose, running down over her
cheeks, chin, fat baby tummy like thick runny milk.
   "Nhm!" Hold my breath.  "Huhhh!"
   "Mommy," she giggled, "I think that lady likes the movie."
   It was too late to stop.  My fingers did, I even pulled them out, but I
had already pushed over the edge.
   "Ngh!" I was already orgasming, and there wasn't a thing to be done
about it.
   ;
   Wendy
   "Oh!" I just turned around, looked back at the middleaged woman, in
obvious sexual distress.  "I think you're right."
   She just kept giggling.  Straight, she cracked her eye, and "Oh!"
Shuddered again when I smiled.  Winked, and she turned her head.  "Ngh!"
Grunted, with the cutest grimace of erotic pleasure.  I know as well as
anyone why such images are illegal.  In a word, temptation.  Oh, and a
ruined orgasm?  Maybe I would be able to get off, on the way.  It takes a
lot, especially with all the excitement of where we were going, and what to
do, I thought for sure there would be no way to relieve that much tension
in a crowded plane full of strangers, and military families, I assume.
   Dakar to refuel, and change planes for a ride deeper into the continent,
but she could breathe now, without drawing too much attention.  Maybe I
could, make do with seducing an obviously straight military mommy, and dare
I hope her daughter as well.
   "Huh, huh!" She couldn't look at my knowing grin.
   "Snh!" Yup.  "Enjoying the flight?"
   She glanced back, not turning her head, trying not to.  I could almost
taste her shame.  At watching that, my ex with her late daughter, and
remembering what happened to them.  At least it wasn't to be an uneventful
flight, but how to play it?  Cant just ask her if she enjoyed watching my
daughter masturbate to doggy diaper porn, and mommy molestation.  "Huh!" I
better do something soon, however.
   "Debby, why don't you head back, and keep her company?" I really do like
to watch.
   "Okay!' She handed me the tablet phone, which I tucked into the pocket
under the tray table.
   'can i kiss your pussy?' She stood up on tippytoes to whisper.
   She just boggled.  BSOD, couldn't believe this was actually happening,
and so soon after her orgasm.  Her first orgasm, my little girl is
positively gifted at cunnilingus, years of practice.  She didn't stop her,
from just lifting the blanket, and crawling in between her legs.
   Even scooted out on the seat, while I turned around, and scooted back.
Against the window with my legs up on the seat.  Taking a glance over the
mostly dark cabin.  A few reading lights on, or glows from electronic
devices, but it was late.  We're flying East through the night, and the
blanket rippled.  Rolled from my daughters arms, feeling around her ample
hips, and slipping something down.  I can only assume her underwear.
   "You want something to watch?" I grinned, and slid the tablet between
the seat.  Whatever she wants to pick, I doubt she's seen anything of the
sort, but I like to think she'd pick the best one.  The moonlit night, with
snow on the ground, the perfect surface to scatter the light, and shew the
scene of my greatest achievement, so far.
   The night that Cortenay died.
   "NHM!" I cleared my throat.
   "Oh!" She just watched me.  Mostly my face, I think she likes the way I
look?  I have a hand free, so I felt up under my shirt to my heavy full
swollen bra, and squeezed one side until I leaked.  Massaging the glands on
the underside, a sensation that I was happy to experience.  "Huh!" My pay,
for snuffing Cortenay.  "Nghm!"
   I had wondered before, what would cause a woman, a mother to do that to
her child.  Kill her, or let someone hang her, and bathe in her gush of
bowel release, bladder squirting into the cold open flap of my ruined silk
blouse, spasming, kicking and twisting to yank the handle of the jumprope,
buried into my spasming muff.
   "Ohm!" Biting her lips now, the look of shock replaced by acceptance. 
This isn't a nitemare, or just some strange erotic dream, this was real. 
She was getting eaten out by a 3yo stranger, in public, where anyone could
walk back to use the lavatory.  By a pro, like only a little girl who grew
up sucking my clitoris as much as my nipple could.  "Smp!" My fingers were
already wet, I just needed a taste, a sniff of the sharp gamy, somewhat
stale aroma from being turned on for hours without relief, now watching my
girl break in a relative virgin, new to the dark forbidden pleasures of
mommy/tot/dog/incest/snuff porn.
   "Ngh!  Hhhhin!"
   There, now I can relax.  Just let the tension out in spurts soaking
between my fingers before gushing in a steady stream of lust, and piss, all
over the seats.  "Hihhhhhn!" Such a good one, I can't remember the last
time I got off so good, but a likely suspect was 3 years, since my first
one.  Cortenay, I know I'll never forget my first.
   "HhHhHhHuhhHHH!" She had to cover her mouth.  "HMMMMM!" Eyes wide, as
her second orgasm burst out, unable to hold back the moan, loud in the
otherwise quiet cabin.
   "Mommy," then the tine voice.  "Are you awite?"
   "Mhm?" She shook her head, and closed her eyes, in shame, but it was too
late.  Again, she couldn't stop, her orgasm had already started.  Only this
time, her daughter ruined it.
   ;
   Phyllis
   "Huh!?"
   Thumbails, videos, no screen or keyboard, I just had to look.  I think,
the one with the baby suckling a dog is a series, because i see 3, so I tap
the third.
   "Nh!"
   "Mhm!" I humped a little at her hum, but she nodded, and latched back
on. I just bit my lips harder.
   Stroller, dog trotting right along, beside it, fat little hand reaching
out to pet it.  no leash, nor collar, black, may be a laborador, I don't
really know dog breeds.
   "Here," she hands me a coil of ear-buds, but they're not even talking,
Bare feet, tanned legs kicking, birds, and breeses.
   "Hhuh huhl!" Heavy pants from the dog.
   "Nh!" Tiny fingertips, wiggling just inside my, 2 I think.  Now 3 pursed
together like a triangle.
   "Sph?  Lsp!" I slipped out, but she lapped my Skin back up with the tip
of her tongue, and sucked the tip back out again.
   Just held it in her lips, until it slipped back out.
   Okay, I have been denying myself.  Who would have known a girl that
young would have been able to give that much pleasure to a grown up
heterosexual woman.  I am, it didn't make a bit of difference.  She sucks
doggy dick,or at least diddles herself in publick looking at it, but.
   "Hhm," I don't care how fucked up it is.
   "Mhm!" She nodded, and didn't even let it slip out.  "L."
   "NGH!"
   "Hh, I love you mommy." In the earbuds.
   "I love you too.  So much, you know that."
   "Are we there?" She fidgeted, "I can't wait."
   "To potty?"
   "Hahahah!  No.  I can hold it, you know that, to go."
   "Oh, I'm going to miss you, so much."
   "I know, but we've been over thisS, mother.  The way she said this,
despite the sweaty heat, the blankets, the hot scene, and orgasm, I
shivered a little.  She hissed, then spat it out.  Not Mommy.
   Mother, like a curse.
   "Let me go."
   "Nh!" She nodded.
   The dog wandered off, to the length of his leach, then "Yip!"ed when he
was jerked back, just short of a tree.  "Here will do," the little girl
jumped out.
   Stark naked, and clapped.
   The dog frose, the moment she touched him.  Camera coming around, the
stroller abandoned groping under his lifted leg, then gripping it with her
other hand to hold it to her shoulder.
   Looking back, and smiling, a fresh gap in the top row of teeth.  Not
even a tiny point of a tooth.  She winked.
   "Hnn!" He wined, but released a stream, onto the underside of her tummy,
but she put her knees together, squatting and holding it down to catch and
pool in her lap.
   "Hihihn!" Her mommy's hand gripped the tail, which stopped wagging while
she tured, still smiling, and parting her teeth to stick out her tongue,
and lick the pointed tip that stuck out the otherwise bunt end.  "Sph! 
Wolgh!"
   "Heh heh heh!"
   Panting excited, the tip of his tail twitched, then wagged harder,
deeper down to her mommy's fist, and farther out back and forth.
   "SLGFHPB!" her cheecks sucked in, around the oversized tapered end of
the bulging red member, blue veins standing out, but a pale shine to the
ridges stretching out to the thick plumb shaped bulb on the end.  He had
balls, i saw them.  They were black, and fur covered, but somewhere behind
her mother's grip.  Wrist covering his asshole, but by now the camera was
set down on the dirt.
   At the top of the tablet, held up sideways, her bottom sticking out
behind, then her calves, spreading from her knees, dripping all from the
underside of her thighs.
   "Hah!  Spl!" It ran down her chin, transluscent, pale on her tanned
exposed face, and some more dribbled down the underside.  "Doggy milk! 
Hahlwghl!  Krahlk!  Kah!  SPL!" More drooled out over her lip, running down
her chin to drip down in her lap.  "SPB!  QWHOLG KHGLAH!  Hah!  Khak! 
SPL!"
   "Mommy!"
   "NGH!" I just held my breath, "Awe you awite!"
   'mhm?' I started to nod.  "SNHHHHHHH!!!"
   I'm cumming, and I just want to scream it at the top of my lungs!
   "HUH HUH HUH!" Loud in my ears, even louder than my heart, beating out
of control.
   Watching a little girl, not much older than my daughter, sucking off a
dog, right next to her.
   I wish I could open my eyes to see what she saw on the screen, but i
just turned it to her, in my lap.
   "What's that?"
   "NUHNNNNNM!"
   I looked between the seats, I hadn't even finished yet, forgot the
little girl's head, still clamped between my shaking legs, now I can feel
her hair, and her hot head under the blanket.
   "NghaAH!"
   "I have to go poddy."
   "Nghay, Huh!  Sweetheart.  Good, let's go potty!" I pushed the head back
under the blanket.
   "Can I cum too?"
   ;
   The Zoo
   I should have known it was just a dream, I always dream of the zoo.  Not
that I spent much time there as a child, but this was a little different.
Over by the elephant, waiting for the heavy wet thuds of their droppings,
and getting a little excited in expectation.
   There was a girl, her mommy not paying attention, but I got down.  To
her level, she was just looking around.  Back down, from her mommy, and
turning.  To see me, spreading my legs, my knees peeking out from under the
hem of my skirt, slipping up.  Her eyes glancing down, and the look of
surprise.
   'hhn.'
   The relief, of all that water I drank, trickling out, and just
remembering that look.
   Mommy, she's peeing.
   "Nghhh!"
   She don't got no underwear on.
   "Nyeah!"
   PB!  The dull heavy thud, she heard it too.  Looked over at the
elephant, switching her tail.  The heavy flattened lump still warm and
fresh, the smell wafting over to us, she held her nose.
   "Come along," her mommy pushed the stroller, "Tereza." Right past me. 
Too tall, too high to see under my skirt.  My dripping lips, or the puddle
of piddle I left.
   "Huh!" I wiped it on the hem, and stood up.  Looking for a private place
to finish myself off.
   "Mh?" I blinked.  Finally conscious of the engines, the dull rumble of
the cabin, and the wet warmth spreading in the seat.
   "Hhhhh!" I picked up my daughter, and held her.
   I'm going to miss her...  
  
Wendy (Requ Mom Tod WS Scat Snuf Zoo...)