The six-year-old looked lovely the next morning, draped over the couch in only her ankle restraints,  spreader bar and stitches. Her chest wounds had crusted up nice and her cunt had stopped bleeding too, so I called to the groggly girl. I was feeling so much love for her when she finally and slowly opened her eyes that I hit her really hard with a leather hitter over her forehead, knocking her out. It was funny the way her whole body jumped and then went back to sleep when I hit her. I figured while she was sleeping I could suspend her by her hair, so that's just what I did.
  I took her little spreader bar off, but kept the restraints on, and carried the beautiful first-grader over to the suspension trolly I had set up in a corner of the house. I used leather shoelaces to make tight braids in a straight-up ponytail for the girl and then brought the overhead hook down and attached it. She looked so cute as her body became vertical and then swung helplessly in the air.
  I then brought her cunt up to my head level and with my hands holding and caressing her tiny fat-free buttocks, I licked her pussy like I was her long-lost lover. Once I started to focus on her under-developed clit, she woke up. That always gets them. She started screaming and I loved the high pitch. I even held her up for a second, taking the weight off of her hair. "How's my little girl?" I said to her. "Mommy!" she cried. I couldn't blame her. It's natural for a girl to want her mommy at times like these.
I duct-taped her labia nice and wide and lit a cigarette. "Danielle.., I am going to put this cigarette in a very special spot on your body." I told her. God, was she beautiful! She then urinated, so I dried her pussy off, waited a few moments just to make her sweat, and touched the burning cigarette head to her little bump of a clitoris. She screamed, bucked, thrashed and she defecated. Sections of her golden hair were pulling out and she was convulsing so much that it was difficult for me to get the cigarette onto her clit once again, but I did. I held her body still this time, and kissed her labia profusely while I burned the little girl.
  She was shivering and going into shock so I gave her another shot of cortisone and just for good measure, another antibiotics injection into her chest. She passed out, but she'd be awake again in a little while, I knew, so I got the steel electro-stim butt plug ready and lubed it up. I didn't have to worry about hurting her when it went in, because she was asleep. The tip of it found her little hole and I placed my arm around her hips and pushed the plug in. It's amazing how tight these little girl's asses are. I really had to push, even though I had gotten similar plugs in girls as young as three. Now that she had it all inside her, with just the two wires visible, I turned her around and lapped her charred clit to get that tangy, burned taste. She was starting to look and taste like a real lady.
  I got her into some cute little black fishnets and black lace garter belt and then hooked her up to the P.E.S. box. I juiced her and she flipped around like a monkey on a vine! By the seventh time I hit her with electricity, her muscles and responses were losing strength, so I pulled out the plug and cleaned her up with my mouth. I figured it was the least I could do. Then, I took off my clothes and masturbated as I watched her hanging there so feminine and available. I then lowered her, penetrated her taped-up pussy and unhooked her hair.
  "Danielle! Are you awake?" I asked, and shook her. She moaned, so I took that for a yes. "I'm going to take you out back and kill you now." I told her. She tried to muster-up what she could of a scream or yell, but it wasn't much better than her first moan. I could only imagine what she was thinking and feeling. I knew she would have made a great slave, but she was just too young and beautiful for me to pass up the opportunity of killing her. She so wanted to live.
  Still inside her, I walked her out back as she layed her head on my shoulder.  Disenjoining from her, I layed her down on the ground and started digging a hole about two feet square and just deep enough to bury her up to her chin. Her pussy was too puffy and cute for me to bury without cumming in one more time, so I did. It kind of woke her up, and I dropped kisses on the top of her head and told her I loved her. I wanted her to wrap her legs around me, but I knew she didn't have enough energy left for that. I kept looking down at her pretty legs and nice, straight hips as I fucked her. When I resumed fucking the condemned child, she seemed to know, and she cried out, tipping her chin up, too.
As I finished up her hole (the one in the ground), I watched with amusement as the flies landed on her breast wounds and cum-filled vagina and did their best to get at the liquid shit that was still leaking out of her ass.  I picked her up with a thumb in her mouth and knuckle of forefinger under her jaw, just like a largemouth bass, and plunked her in her little hole. It was hard getting her to stand up straight as I was filling in and packing the dirt around her, but I finally got her buried up to her cute chin, the dirt nice and tight around her. Then I gave her some smelling salts.
  Her chin almost reared out of the dirt when I did that and she opened her red eyes and started to cry. I licked her eyes for several minutes and she tried her best to close them, so I cut the eyelids off with the scissors on my swiss army knife. The more she cried, the more I licked and sucked on her eyeballs. I don't know whether she was enjoying it or not. It was hard to tell. I stuck a finger in her mouth to see how much strength she had left. She tried to bite it, as I knew she would, but her pitifully weak bite told me that she didn't have much (time) left.
  I just wanted to do one thing before I fucked her mouth. I was hungry, and had been looking at her tender ears ever since yesterday, so I layed on the ground and spoke into one of them. "I'm going to bite your ears, Danielle. You just hang on for me like a good girl. Ok?" I started with the tips and I could tell she was convulsing. She regurgitated, but I tried not to pay too much attention to it. I knew she was probably defecating in her little hole.
   Her head rocked slowly side-to-side as I ate her lovely ears down to her head. They tasted and felt incredible. She didn't make a sound. She was in shock again and I probably couldn't have stopped it even if I had wanted to. Her teeth began chattering but I sat up in front of her face anyways, legs wide. In went my cock and it actually seemed to give her some comfort. The human touch is so important. I clipped her pretty hair off as I rocked my hips back and forth.
   After I finally ejaculated, about 30 minutes later,  I went inside for an early lunch, looking back at her head, mouth still open. I don't think she was quite yet dead, but maybe she was. Who cares. When I came back out, there were three crows staring at her from about 30 feet away. I shooed them. 
  I had eaten her flat tits. I had eaten her ears. Now, I was going to dig her up and lay her onto her stomach, cause I was going for the caviar. I wanted her eggs. They would still be nice and warm if I got to them now, so I made two cuts above her pelvis and sliced through the various muscles,  mesentaries and peritonea.., until I saw her ovaries lying there behind her kidneys. It appeared that she had departed this world, so she probably didn't even feel me removing them. I sliced them open one-by-one and greedily lapped the delicious ovum out of them. This was always the best part of killing a little girl. Her way of saying thank you.
  I dug the loose dirt out of her hole, filled it with cement and plopped her in, cramming her down hard with an iron rake. I decided to make a new flower bed over her.

                                                               The End