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Raping Little Suzy (Mf, inc, nc, ped, preg)
by mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy)



NOTICE!  This is very RAW stuff.  Do not read, if you have a weak 
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     This story contains very graphic violence against a very 
young child.  If such things bother you (and they do me) I advise 
against reading this.
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     The story is based upon a line that ran through my head one 
night, and I couldn't get it out.  I had been reading some 
material from the alt.sex.bondage group, and had been disturbed 
slightly by some of the images, where people were hurting other 
people, while claiming to do it out of love, where the other 
person actually wanted them to do it.  I wondered, if this is 
really possible.  I suppose so, as some people have been raised 
to feel that the only attention their parents gave them, was when 
they were being punished, so they came to associate pain with 
love, and eventually with sex.
     This led to my mind popping up with the phrase, "Daddy, 
Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?"
     I started wondering, if there EVER could POSSIBLY be a 
reason for a full-grown man, to have to rape and thoroughly abuse 
his own little 5-year-old (or younger) daughter, because he loves 
her, not because he's some kind of sadistic beast.  Besides the 
obvious one, of someone holding a gun to his (or her) head, and 
telling him to do it, or else.  At first, I couldn't think of a 
reason.
     After a while though, I said to myself, that in a million 
possible universes, and billions of years of time, there MUST be 
SOME possible reason somewhere.  So my brain came up with this 
idea.  It's science-fiction, of course.
     I _HATED_ to write this, but felt compelled to finish it.  
It was so bad, that I actually lost my sex-drive, while I was 
working on it.  I felt that badly.  Hopefully, now that it's 
finished, I can go back to sleeping at night.  Somehow, I also 
felt compelled to put this story out for others to read.
     (Shudder) :-{
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     FINAL WARNING!!!!!  If you think the previous description is 
bad; the actual story is much worse!  I strongly advise you to 
skip this one.

     If you are still reading, then on your own head be it.  You 
can't say that you weren't warned.
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                       Raping Little Suzy.
                         An Erotic Story
                       ----------------- (crossed out)
                          A Scary Story

     "Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention.  
I was sucking on the little girl's swollen titties, while my 
little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, 
so it'd be ready when our daughter was.
     "Yes, Honey?"  I turned my attention to the 12 year old 
girl's other nipple.  In spite of her distraction, I could tell 
that the child was getting aroused.
     "Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?"  The little girl's 
voice was getting ragged, as I started licking my way down her 
smooth little tummy.
     This attracted my attention.  I stopped licking the little 
girl's navel, and used my hands to stimulate her, while I 
answered.
     "Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old!  
Give the little girl a chance.  I didn't rape you, until you were 
over 6 years old, you know.  Even then, I was a little bit early.  
You didn't get pregnant, until you were 7, and didn't keep one, 
until you were 8.  Even your sister. . ."  I was interrupted by 
Diane, as she told her own story.
     "Daddy raped me for the first time, when I was 5," she said 
proudly.  At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK.  5 and a 
half.  But I got pregnant with Jason, when I was only 6."  She 
looked over at me, and amended, "OK, almost 7.  And Daddy raped 
Ginny, for the first time, just last year.  I think our 
daughter's already pregnant.  Anyway, she's already starting to 
like it.  Even she's only 6."  Diane shifted her swollen belly, 
to a more comfortable position, as she continued, "So what makes 
you think Suzy needs it?"
     "She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got 
ready to mount the little girl.
     "So?" I asked.  "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did, 
do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant?  What's so 
different if I did?"
     "The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back, to take my 
engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't?  When Jason 
was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her 
virginity.  She lost that 2 years ago, when Jason did his first 
rape-training session.  You remember?  Suzy was the only one 
small enough, and who still had her virginity then.  Of course, 
there's Keri, and Tracy now."
     "Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words.  
"You think she's already having periods?"
     Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my 
cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment.  
"Unh! unnngh!  Augghh.  Oh Daddy!   Daddy.  Fuck me!  Get me 
pregnant, Daddy.  I want another baby.  Please Daddy!  Knock me 
up?"
     The whole family was getting exited, watching me get ready 
to impregnate my second-oldest daughter.  "Do it Daddy," they all 
chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen."



                                1


     I couldn't help it.  In spite of wanting it to last, so my 
daughter could feel me inside her for a nice long time, the 
stimulation of my daughter's 12 year old cunny squeezing on my 
penis was too much.  I gave my little girl what she wanted.  A 
belly full of baby-juice.  Squirt after squirt of my sperm went 
into my daughter's fertile young womb.  We had planned this 
carefully, and if we were careful, the little girl would be 
pregnant again by tomorrow, leaving me free to take care of my 
other duties.
     Damn!  I'd have to take care of Suzy too. If the little girl 
was having periods already,  I'd have to be sure she got fucked 
properly, at least once a month, until she got pregnant.  Oh 
well, along with the pleasures of the job, come a few harsh 
duties.
     I extracted my shining penis from Karen's belly.  My sister 
came over, and handed our daughter a round rubber disk to use to 
hold my sperm inside her.  Carefully, not wasting a drop, they 
made sure that every bit of the sperm I had expended in her, 
stayed inside.  When they were finished, Karen looked over at me.  
"Thanks Daddy," she said, "I hope I'm pregnant now."
     I agreed.  It was so much trouble, when you were working to 
make sure.  Rarely these days, did either of us have the time or 
energy to just fuck for the fun of it any more.  I gave my 
daughter a kiss, as I left.  Already, I was trying to figure a 
way to fit raping little Suzy into my schedule.  I knew, that 
somehow I'd make it fit.  As I said, with the pleasures, came the 
duties.
     I knew that SOME men didn't see raping their little girls as 
a chore, in fact, I'd heard some of them say they liked the sound 
of children screaming in pain underneath them.  To me, they were 
unfeeling clods.  It might be necessary, but that doesn't mean we 
should like it.  I finally decided that I'd have to do it 
tonight.  If the little girl had been having periods already. . . 
I shuddered at the possibilities, if I didn't get my daughter 
inseminated properly, and in time.  I checked my schedule again.  
No, I couldn't do it earlier.  I called Karen back, and told her 
to have Suzy ready at 8:00 that night.  To act like it was just 
another "tie-down" practice for the little girl, and for heaven's 
sake, don't give her anything special tonight, as she might get 
suspicious, like my sister Kelly had. I shuddered at the 
reminder.
     My sister Kelly had been almost 8, when she had her first 
period.  She thought she knew all the reason's for the "tie-
downs," as she'd watched her two little sisters get raped once a 
month, for over a year.  She wasn't old enough to be told the 
true reason yet.  When Momma made that pumpkin pie, on a "tie-
down" night, Kelly figured that it was for her, and she hid.  The 
precocious girl managed somehow to stay hidden for 10 days, and 
by then it was too late.  Daddy tried to do his best.  He fucked 
my little sister for three straight nights, but it didn't do any 
good.  I'll never forget Kelly.  She only lived two more weeks, 
and it wasn't nice.  I can still hear her screams.  What's 
especially bad, is that painkillers don't help.




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     The doctors tried everything, but knew in advance, that it 
wouldn't help.  Only if she'd been one of those lucky enough to 
be living her whole life, in the sealed cities, would she have 
had a chance.  Even there, I hear they occasionally have a case.  
Out here, the chances are 100 per cent.
     I shuddered again.  That wouldn't happen to Suzy.  Even if I 
accidentally killed the little girl, it would be better than what 
happened to Kelly.  Long ago, I'd made up my mind, that I would 
personally choke my daughter to death, rather than see her face 
what my sister Kelly did.  I let another shudder go through my 
frame, as I went to work.
     When I told the boss, that I had to rape my daughter that 
night, for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour 
earlier.  I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though, 
as that might tip the little girl off.  I didn't want any 
repeats, of what happened to my little sister.  I went over to my 
sister's grave, and threw some flowers down on it from the 
bridge.  They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing 
protective gear.
     That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy, no 
more, and no less, than I usually did.  It was a strain, not 
reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to.  Just before 
bedtime, Suzy came over, gave ME a hug, a kiss, and whispered in 
my ear, "It's OK, Daddy.  Really!"  and trotted off, to be tied 
down.  My jaw dropped.  Suzy knew!  Somehow the little girl knew.  
And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting.  Tears 
ran down my cheeks, as I thought of my love for the little girl.  
Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I 
wouldn't stint on her tonight.  Suzy would get it all, even if 
she was only 4 years old.  I remembered Jake next door, who had 
killed himself, after his little girl had died on her first 
night.  Shelly had been only 5, and it had been too much.  His 
brother had to take over the duties for the family, until Jake's 
son was 14.  That had been 10 years of extra duty for him.  I 
wouldn't do that to MY brother.  If my little girl died tonight, 
too torn up, then I would die too, but only inside.  I'd keep 
working, but I'd only be a husk.  Too many people depended on me, 
for me to take my own life.
     For the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV, 
but the news made it hard to forget.  Especially, when the 
commentator mentioned how the lone survivor of the Hass riots was 
expected to take her own life next month, as soon as her baby was 
born.  Everyone knew that in spite of all the medical knowledge 
at her disposal, there was nothing anyone could do to save her, 
now that her last male cousin had died.  The nano-engineers were 
still years away from a solution to the plague.
     Finally, it was time.  At 20:00, I knew I had put it off 
long enough.  I heaved myself out of my chair, and headed down to 
pick up the pill, that would enable me to do the job that I had 
to do.  I knew that without the bio-engineered helper-pills, I 
wouldn't even be able to have an erection at the thought of what 
my little girl would go through, let alone be able to rape her 
properly.




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     Karen was waiting for me by the door to the "safe" room.  
She already had my pill, and a glass of milk to wash it down 
with, in her hand.  "Thanks dear," I said, as I picked up the 
yellow and gold pill, and gave her a kiss.  This might be the 
last kiss I ever had, without guilt overpowering me.
     Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in 
my hand.  "A FIVE?" I asked.  "My God Karen.  She's only 4 years 
old!  I only needed a three, for YOU!"  I was almost crying.
     Karen was crying.  After all, the little girl was HER 
daughter too.  Still she nodded, before replying.  "You love her 
too much," she said.  "If you go in there and can't get it 
up. . ."
     I gave up.  My daughter knew me too well.  The thought of 
what would happen, if I failed, was too terrible.  Not only Suzy 
would die, but I would too.  And along with me, any female 
relatives that my brother couldn't fit into his already 
overworked schedule.  Ever since our father got killed in the big 
fire, too far gone for even the plague-bots to save, Brian and I 
hadn't had a decent vacation for three years.  At least, we had 
managed to save all of our immediate family, only losing one 
cousin to the plague.  We might have been able to save even her, 
if we had known Daddy was going to die in time.  I shuddered, and 
took the pill from her hand.
     "Remember, don't take it, until the door is shut," she 
reminded me.  I shuddered again, at the reminder of what might 
happen if I did.  I didn't want to rape the wrong woman (girl).  
Not that Karen would object if I took her, but if Suzy didn't get 
what she needed pretty soon. . . I nodded.
     "Make sure the room is sealed," I said.  This time it was 
Karen's turn to nod.  We all knew the drill.  We'd soon be dead, 
if we forgot.  I entered the "safe" room.
     Unusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe.  
The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old 
safe, as a "safe" room.  Funny isn't it?  One thing for sure, I'd 
never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK.  
Not with three-inch thick steel walls.  We didn't even need 
soundproofing like most "safe" rooms, as the thickness of the 
walls precluded the need.  I felt the pressure change, as Karen 
shut the door, and the life-support system took over.  There was 
a final-sounding "thoom," as the big door sealed.  I knew there 
would be no exit now, for three hours.  By which time, either 
everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be 
dead.  It was a sobering thought.  I looked over at the little 
girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack.  Only four years old.  
She hadn't even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet.  The 
crying shame, was that she was so precocious in so many ways.  
She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be 
precocious in this manner also?  I took what might be my last 
sane, loving look at my little daughter, sleeping quietly in her 
restraints.  The blackout hood absorbed every trace of light, so 
as far as Suzy knew, the room was in complete darkness.  She had 
obviously been sleeping for some time.





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     I let my looks linger over her small body one last time.  
How could a man get excited at this?  Smooth boyish hips.  Not 
even bumps on her little chest.  Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS 
precocious.  Her tiny little slit wasn't even tempting.  She 
looked almost sexless.  I knew, that in a short while, my 
viewpoint would change drastically.
     I wanted to go over and kiss the little girl one last time, 
and reassure her, but I didn't dare.  Time to go.  I popped the 
pill in my mouth, and washed it down with milk.  Then I stood, 
and waited.  I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed 
by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its 
way down my throat.  The new fast-acting pills made it easier to 
take.  I shuddered for one last time.  A Five!
     Suddenly, I remembered.  I had better hurry, before it was 
too late.  I barely managed to strip my clothes off, tossing the 
last sock into the bin, when the pill (or the nano-factory 
actually) hit me.
     Suddenly, I was no longer scared.  I was a MAN, and I knew 
what needed doing, and I was going to DO it.  I looked over at 
the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure.  GOOD!  She 
couldn't move, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt by 
flying fists, or raking nails.  (The thought, that it would be 
harder to hurt HER, if she couldn't be bent out of shape, didn't 
occur to me.)  I went over, and sniffed at the child's crack.
     The smell hit me like a ton of bricks.  THIS was what I 
needed.  I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started 
licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the 
desert would go for ice-cream.  The pheromones emanating from the 
little-girl body almost drove me insane.  (Of course, I WAS 
technically insane at that moment anyway.)  It was definitely the 
"right-time-of-month" for the little-girl/woman.  (Somewhere in 
the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.)
     I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the 
little girl's slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet 
juices, before I lost control.  My slobbering must have woken 
Suzy up.
     "Daddy?" she asked, hesitantly.
     Thank God for the pill.  I was unable to answer 
intelligently.  I let out a loud, "Grraauuugh!"  My arousal had 
reached a point, where I HAD to do something.  I grabbed my 
engorged penis, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little 
hole that I had been slobbering over.  It wouldn't go.
     My drugged body couldn't believe it.  I tried again, pushing 
harder.  Surprisingly, the little girl didn't resist, and 
actually pushed back!  It still wouldn't go.  I don't know what 
would have happened, if Suzy hadn't spoken up, not in pain, or 
fear, but sensibly.  "Lube," she said.
     Even my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this.  In my 
neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all 
lubricated BEFORE I took the pill.  Luckily, the tube was right 
to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my cock, and barely as an 
afterthought, on the little girl as well.  This time, when I 
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     I looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-
girl body.  Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going 
to go into that little forty-two inch body.  By the time you 
subtracted a foot and a half for her legs. . . My cock was going 
to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out.  I felt 
proud, that I had such a big cock.  The contrast was something.
     "Aghh!" gasped Suzy, when my cock first entered her.  Then 
gasps and whimpers as I went deeper.  Next a loud, "Ow!" as I 
broke through the remnants of her hymen.  Her cousin had been too 
small to complete the job.  I pushed in still deeper, until over 
four inches had penetrated the child's body, and I was at the end 
of her vagina.  By this time, Suzy was crying steadily.  I could 
see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her 
vagina, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside.  I was 
proud of myself.  Not many men could tear a girl, just by 
sticking his cock inside her.  I couldn't wait, until I got it 
all the way inside!
     This goaty thought, was enough to make me climax for the 
first time.  My overexcited cock began spewing baby-juice all 
over the inside of the little girl's vagina.  Knowing that she 
could get pregnant was an extra thrill.  I imagined the little 
girl's belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even 
harder trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm 
after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl's tiny belly.
     As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little 
girl's vagina squeezing on the end of my cock made me want more.  
I needed more!  I pushed more of my cock into my daughter's tiny 
little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy 
screamed!  Ahhh!  It felt soo good!  Another 3 inches of my cock 
slid into the tight sleeve.  By now, it was clear up inside the 
little girl's womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her.  
I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in.  Suzy screamed again.  
Boy that felt good!  Out, and In again.  More screaming from 
Suzy, as my cock went even farther inside.  By now, 2/3 of my 
cock was buried in the little girl's belly.  The screaming 
intensified, as I pushed in even harder.  I was going to plant 
the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as 
I could.  Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore 
a little each time I pushed forward.  The little girl's screams 
were becoming associated in my mind, with the pleasure I was 
getting from the little girl's body sliding down my cock.  I had 
to get the rest in!  Grabbing the little girl's hips, I pushed 
forward with all my might, as I pushed my cock up into the little 
girl, like a man coring a pineapple.  There was a final tearing 
sensation, and all but the last two inches of my cock slid up 
inside my tiny little daughter's torn belly.  I could feel the 
little girl's liver move out of the way, as the tip of my cock 
forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside 
her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating 
her chest cavity from her stomach.  I could feel the little 
girl's heart beating wildly against the head of my penis, as I 
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     Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much.  
I was somewhat disappointed, when the screaming stopped, as I had 
begun to associate it with the pleasure.  However, the feeling of 
the little girl's heart beating against the tip of my penis, 
while her lungs massaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure 
that I felt it was a fair exchange.
     I began spewing still another load of sperm inside the 
little girl.  Only this time, it squirted against the little 
girl's heart and lungs, from the inside.
     I worked my cock in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of 
the little girl's bare pussy rubbing against the base of my cock 
while her whole body massaged the length of it, like a sock drawn 
on over my foot.
     After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me 
with the same pleasure.  It had felt so much better, (and 
tighter) when the little girl had been screaming, and fighting 
back.  I still needed more release!  Three times now, I had 
ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl's body, 
but I needed at least two more.  Hurriedly, I withdrew from the 
child's vagina, and forced my swollen member up the child's 
defenseless anus.
     Suzy would have screamed again, I'm sure, if she had still 
been conscious, as my 11-inch cock slid up into her poor little 
rectum.  The lubrication of my sperm, and her blood made it go in 
easily, and it wasn't until the last three inches went inside 
her, that I tore open her intestines, and forced  my penis the 
rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the 
same hole as before in her chest cavity.  Pulling the little 
girl's body on and off my engorged cock, I jacked off inside her, 
enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured my 
self in her.  This was great.  This was what a man was FOR!  I 
ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside 
the little girl's torn body.
     After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall.  I 
needed MORE stimulation!  Removing my penis from her ravaged 
behind; I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried 
to insert my blood, sperm and shit-covered cock into the child's 
mouth.  It wouldn't go, more than an inch, before slamming 
against the back of her mouth.  I was frantic now.  I had to get 
inside her!  Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood, 
and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing.  
They weren't designed to stand up a 200 pound man's frantic 
yanking though.  Intentionally so; as I would have mashed her 
head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the 
straps.
     Yanking at the girl's head, I bent it backwards, and forced 
my cock down her throat.  It STILL wouldn't go far enough.  
Yanking even harder, I bent the child's head backwards even 
farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely 
hearing the sickening "snap" of her neck.  The shudders of the 
girl's lower body suddenly ceased.  I didn't notice.  I finally 
had managed to push my swollen penis down the little girl's 
throat.  Her gasps for air, stimulated my cock to new heights.  
God it felt good!



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     Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt 
Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my cock down her throat, into 
her windpipe!  This was wonderful!  The girl's body began 
thrashing, as the air was cut off.  The suction on my penis was 
incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air.  I began 
spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl's lungs, as her 
body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still.
     For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last 
sticky drops of cum flow from the end of my penis, coating the 
inside of the little girl's now quiet lungs.  Finally, satisfied, 
I withdrew.
     I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before.  I had proved 
my maleness on this insignificant female form.  I was 
magnificent.  I was a MAN!  I was. . . . I was. . . . I was a man 
who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old 
daughter.
     I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the 
effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of 
my little girl.  Blood, Shit, and sperm were everywhere, somehow 
accentuating the innocence of the tiny body.  Now that the pill's 
effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove 
the child's restraints.  I did this, and then picked up the rag-
doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my 
cheeks.  I knew that too much time had passed to help her now.  I 
wondered just how I was going to explain that, to Karen.  
Carefully, I wiped the little girl's face clean, trying to keep 
from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that 
dripped out.  My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint, 
"beep".
     It couldn't be!  I had strangled the little girl with my 
cock for over 10 minutes.  I knew it!  Still, hoping against 
hope, I looked over at the monitor.  "Beep."  One minute and 20 
seconds.  One minute and 22 seconds.  23.  24.  25.  "Beep."
     A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-
water.  The time-dilation.  I had forgotten the time-dilation!  
Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a 
period of months took control of my body like a robot.
     "First check for arterial bleeding.  If necessary tie off 
the artery with whatever comes handy.  Just don't tie it around 
the victim's neck! (Ha ha.)"
     Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all 
other measures.  I ignored the broken neck, that made the little 
girl's head flop like a dead chicken.  No sign of the heavy flow 
that a broken artery would have produced.  "Beep," went the 
monitor.  One minute 35 seconds.
     "Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest."  I shivered, 
as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little 
girl's body earlier.  Still, I didn't think I had damaged her 
lungs.  "Beep."  One minute 50 seconds.








                                8


     "Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any 
fluid from the victim's lungs."  I shuddered, as I remembered 
just how much thick sticky cum I had ejaculated inside the 
child's lungs.  My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded 
to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on 
her back.  I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously 
broken arm, as I did so.  Only a small amount of drool, and cum 
dripped out.  "Beep."  Two minutes 10 seconds.
     "Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask 
clipped to the side of the tie-down table."
     Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to 
administer to a child of Suzy's size.  I mentally thanked Karen 
for doing her job.  Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of 
oxygen in the little girl's lungs, making sure the chest rose.  
Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff 
with the oxygen.  Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and 
another puff with the oxygen.  Push-push-push-push-push, on the 
chest, and another puff with the oxygen.  I fell into a rhythm.  
As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the 
other.  "Beep."  Two minutes 40 seconds.  I breathed a sigh of 
relief.  Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage 
occurs.
     Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff 
with the oxygen.  Using my free left hand, I placed the patches 
in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push, 
on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen.  I got the last 
patch attached, and hit the "RUN" button on the heart-monitor.  
"BLAAAAAT!"  Hastily, I removed my hands for my daughter's body, 
while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working.  
"Bee..."  0 minutes 0 seconds.  From the monitor.  Blip, Blip, 
blip-blip, blip,  blip, blip.  My daughter's heart was beating 
again.
     I was crying again; and not in the least bit ashamed, as I 
watched my daughter come back to life.  Already, the plague-bots 
were doing their intended job, and repairing the terrible damage 
that I had inflicted on her.  As I watched, the tears in the skin 
around her vagina slowly closed, and the skin knit back together.  
I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed; as 
the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me.  
Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a 
close relative's sperm and male-system 'bots, close to the 
injury, could a child as young as Suzy's immune system be 
overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and 
thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the 
plague.  Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the 
religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system.  
The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm, or 
disease, were astounding.  The drawbacks were just as bad.  A 
second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses 
already heaped upon his roasting soul.  This time it was for his 
stupidity, at missing the bug in the 'bots program that was 
supposed to ensure fidelity.





                                9


     I managed to remember to hold Suzy's neck straight, while 
the repair work went on, so we wouldn't have to break it again 
later.  After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping, 
and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger, 
so I laid her back on the tie-down rack, and after placing new 
covers on it, I put back the restraints.  Hopefully, she would 
think it was all just a bad dream, when she awoke.
     I watched with a heart filled with love, as the little 
girl's chest rose and fell repeatedly.  It would never be this 
bad again.  Next month, unless we were lucky and she got 
pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have 
to fuck her normally.  (Of course, even this would be painful for 
such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her vagina 
would have shrunk back to its little-girl size.  Even her 
virginity would have been repaired.)
     I thumbed the intercom, and heard my daughter's quiet sobs.  
I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now 
over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn't heard 
from me.  Thankfully, I had good news.
     "Karen," I said, barely able to get the words out through my 
suddenly constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come 
to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, "we both made it."
     I then started weeping uncontrollably, as my thumb dropped 
from the button.


                               END






     If asked by enough people, I will write up a more complete 
description just of what the plague was, and it's consequences.  
For now, I'm just glad to have finished this.  I like women and 
little girls too much to enjoy this.  This was VERY painful to 
write.



















                                10


     OK.  I was asked.  This was written-up, as an answer to the 
questions about the plague, and the background.

        *************************

     Background, on "Raping Little Suzy":

     The year is 2170.  The country is starting to recover from 
almost 100 years of "The plague" and the subsequent riots.

     The plague, isn't really a disease organism.  In the year 
2070, the country had progressed in micro-manufacturing to almost 
unbelievable possibilities.

      There were loud outcries in the country, about the 
uncontrolled experiments in "nano-robots," but the many benefits 
caused the outcries to be almost unheard.  Cancer had finally 
been licked, by nano-'bots programmed to examine a person's DNA, 
and kill those cells that didn't match to within certain 
prescribed parameters.  One person engaged in such research, in 
fact a genius in the programming of such self-replicating 
manufactured devices, saw possibilities for making what he 
considered a better world.  His view of a better world, that is.

     Nathaniel Bhedu Jahmain, a recently converted Muslim 
fanatic, saw a way to actually force the world to follow 
Mohammed's beliefs (Or at least, Nathaniel's version of them) in 
the almost living sub-microscopic devices he was working on.  
These devices were able to carry extremely intricate programs, by 
sharing the program among many such devices.  This was 
Nathaniel's big contribution.  Before him, such devices were 
limited in scope of operation to minor functions.  Even some 
dangerous robots developed for war had been easy to overcome, 
because of the size-restraints on their programs.  Once he found 
a way around this limitation, Nathaniel began experimenting in 
secrecy, to see if how far he could go, only showing enough to 
his superiors to keep his funding alive.

     He finally decided on a five-step approach, programmed into 
his devices. First, and hardest, he made them self-replicating.  
This wasn't as hard then, as it seems now, as the devices were 
almost small enough, and sensitive enough to handle individual 
atoms.  Almost.  Large molecules were no problem, and he built 
them out of common materials, almost cell-like in appearance.













                                11


     The next step, he figured, was to enforce "chastity," or 
what he perceived it to be.  He wanted women to submit to their 
husbands, not only willingly, but with great fervor.  So, part of 
the robots' program was set to check on a woman's menstrual-
cycle, and if the woman did not receive a complementary injection 
of her husband's male-oriented robots, between the start of her 
menstruation, and her ovulation, the robots started to dis-
assemble her from within. It was a nasty death, and the robots 
were programmed to counteract any painkilling drugs once they 
started, and they left the nervous system alone, leaving the poor 
victim to feel each tiny increment of their death.  This, he 
figured would ensure *extreme* eagerness on the woman's part.  No 
more, "Not tonight dear, I have a headache."  It was surmised, 
that Nathaniel had just such a wife.  Pregnancy suppressed the 
menstrual-cycle check for 12 menstrual cycles after there was no 
longer any fetus in the womb.  If the baby terminated early 
(either spontaneous, or deliberate abortion, in less than 8 
months) the program started IMMEDIATELY, just as if the woman had 
her period.

     After menopause, the program deactivated.

     The third step, also to ensure chastity, checked the 
individual semen samples in the woman's vagina, against those 
present last time.  If the first time, then a separate program 
stored the sample, instead of comparing it.  If the semen samples 
did not match, then BOTH the man and the woman got the 
termination program.  There being enough on the surface of the 
male penis to signal the man's robots to start their program 
also.  If nothing else, while the woman would die, if she got 
raped, so would the man.  So would any adulterer of any kind.

     The fourth step, was to try to enforce what Nathaniel 
perceived to be a perfect world, where every man could have four 
wives.  He set the robots to have an internal counter.  Every 
male fertilized egg was not allowed to implant in the woman's 
womb, until four female babies had been carried to term.  Only 
then, would one be allowed to implant, and this reset the 
counter.  The trouble was, that his arithmetic was TERRIBLE.  If 
he had set the counter to one in two, then he MIGHT have been 
close to his goal.  What actually happened, was that most women 
never HAD more than 4 babies.  Second, when they did, there was 
still an even chance, that it would be female.  The final result 
was closer to 1 in 16, than 1 in 4.  This may seem like a man's 
wet dream, but it was closer to a nightmare.












                                12


     Because Nathaniel perceived himself as a savior of mankind, 
he didn't release his devices, until he managed to complete step 
4, which monitored the DNA of the host body, and actively 
destroyed any device, cell or organism, which either didn't match 
the host DNA to within very narrow limits, or match the 
programming checksum built into all of his robots.  This was also 
the robots' defense-mechanism, to destroy any counter-robots 
built.  Without his large-program capability, none could match 
the deviousness of his design.  This also made almost any normal 
method of birth-control fail, as chemicals were neutralized, and 
condoms were quickly full of holes.

     The fifth step was sheer genius.  Somehow, when he was 
designing the program to check the host DNA, he found he could 
actually make his robots read the DNA program, and interpret it.  
This enabled him to actually have the 'bots REPAIR the body, as 
well as protect it.  He decided, that this benefit should not be 
free, so he used it to further ensure female submission to men.  
The mechanism would only be activated, when a woman lost her 
virginity.  (Presumably, when she got married, as who would even 
TRY to beat this system)  The system was activated by a man's 
semen, mixing with a woman's blood, in her vagina, and the male-
counterpart robots mixing with the female.  (There were slightly 
different versions for both men and women.)  At this point, The 
man would also be protected, so it was to his advantage to get 
married also.

     Of course, not being COMPLETELY stupid (Well, he WAS a 
genius, even if blind in certain spots), he checked prototypes of 
his creations out, before releasing them on an unsuspecting 
world.  The trouble really came out of WHAT he used to check them 
out on.  Like any self-respecting researcher, he used laboratory 
white-mice.  After several generations of robots, he finally got 
one that seemed to produce the desired results, in the observed 
mice.  Not wanting to produce a race of immortal mice, his 
program had a built in fail-safe, which he activated, killing all 
the mice, and all the robots used in the test.  It is assumed, 
that there was a similar fail-safe built into the ones used for 
humans, but he was torn apart by the mob, before he had a chance 
to activate it.  The nano-bots were self-protecting to an amazing 
degree.  If examined with penetrating, radiation, they self-
destructed into a completely unrecognizable mess, so it was 
almost impossible to examine them.  At the time of the story, 
scientists had just been able to freeze some with liquid helium, 
and make some cursory examinations.  Previously, because of the 
technological breakdown, no such studies had been possible.











                                13


     It wasn't until about a month after the first release, when 
he announced his invention to the world, that the horrible 
results of an otherwise minor bug in his invention's program 
became apparent.  His testing had ALL been with laboratory rats, 
which for research purposes, are inbred to a degree unheard of, 
in the real world.  The bug didn't show up at first, until people 
who had just gotten married, started dying, in a most horrible 
manner.  People who were already married, seemed to be immune.  
About six months later, unmarried women started dying also.  At 
this point, it looked as though the human race was finished, as 
only married couples were surviving, and there were no successful 
new marriages.

     When that news came out, was when the mob tore through the 
prison gates, took the inventor out, and ripped him limb from 
limb.  They then proceeded to his house, and killed all of his 
relatives, saying that if they weren't going to have any 
children, none of his would survive.  This became a worldwide 
witch-hunt.  Even after one hundred years, the suggestion that 
someone might be distantly related to "Bad Jahmain," was enough 
to start people to unthinkingly and uncaringly kill and destroy 
any male relative of the accused person.  People no longer killed 
the female relatives, preferring them to suffer, "as they 
deserved," by dying by the "plague" as it was now called.

     It was only after the population of the world had been 
reduced by almost 2/3, by either the plague, suspicion of the 
plague, riots, malnutrition, wars, and other calamities, that a 
curious pattern of survivors was observed.  People (such as some 
families in Arkansas) who came from highly inbred relationships, 
weren't dying at the same rate, as everyone else.  In fact, the 
closer the relationship, the better the chance of surviving 
marriage.  Suddenly, the world went on a wild orgy of incest.

     Surprisingly, it actually worked.  The nano-bots program had 
a flaw, that made them reject DNA too far out of "spec" with 
their hosts, and treated it as a case of rape, or adultery.  Only 
a male with at least a 27% match of DNA would be acceptable to 
them.  Any others, would be fatal to both partners.  Thankfully 
for the biodiversity of the human race, there was a second bug, 
that only became apparent after almost 30 years.  There was a 
hole in the program, which counted female births.  Once a woman 
had her four daughters, and actually had a male baby, for some 
reason, the "chastity" program no longer worked on her.  For this 
reason, women who managed to have a male baby were highly prized, 
and could almost name their rewards, and who they would accept as 
partners.  Eventually, to counteract the worlds outrage, when 
several men were found to be holding 7 "male-bearers" as 
concubines, against their will, laws were enacted to ensure 
evener distribution.  Such women were FORBIDDEN from carrying 
more than 1 baby for any one man, and any man who was found to 
have impregnated a woman NOT his immediate relative more than 
once, had his male organ scratched, while covered with vaginal 
secretions from another man's woman.  The death, was NOT nice.



                                14


     After about 80 years, an unusual side-effect, of having the 
'bots monitoring appeared.  Because of inbreeding people who 
started having sex early, as a precaution, the average age of 
first menstruation, and first successful pregnancy began to drop.  
Normally, this would have been self-correcting, but the nano-
'bots repair facility actually made it possible for incredibly 
young girls to not only menstruate, but to actually get pregnant, 
and successfully carry their babies to term.  In fact, it was 
EXTREMELY rare for a pregnancy to NOT go to term, and unheard of, 
for the mother to not survive, no matter how young, as the nano-
'bots continually monitored the whole process, and made sure, not 
only of the health of the mother, but that the DNA pattern was 
properly followed, and the baby developed normally.  For some 
reason, there were NEVER any twin or other multiple births, any 
more.  At the time of the story, it was not completely unheard-of 
for a child as young as 4 to have a baby, and the current world-
record, was a girl who had her first baby two months shy of her 
third birthday.  Both baby and mother were doing fine; and at the 
time of the story, the young woman was on her fourth MALE baby, 
and was hoping to compete for the world record of 5.  Her 
daughter (the first of 20) was already on her second male child, 
at the ripe old age of 15.

     The nano-'bots seemed to have a learning-program of some 
kind, because they seemed to get better at taking care of people, 
as the years passed.  They also got harder to fool.

     There was a trouble with the youth-progression though.  
First, the younger the child was, when they had their first 
period, the sooner they needed to be "serviced," or "raped" by a 
male relative.  And it really was "Rape".  Children that young, 
are going to be HURT, when a male, old enough to ejaculate, 
forces his penis into such a small hole.  Also, the injury-repair 
program that was originally intended to be activated by the 
breaking of a woman's hymen, seemed to need unusual measures to 
be activated in children younger than 6 years old.  The child's 
immune-system, already bolstered by her own female-system 'bots, 
actively rejected the male-system bot's that normally would re-
program hers to do their repair-work  Only by giving both sets of 
plague-'bots a MAJOR repair job, right at the sight of their 
joining, could they be overcome.  If the activation was not done 
the first time, the job became progressively harder, as the 
female-system bots learned to repulse the male ones until, if the 
subject didn't get activated by the third time, they never would.  
There was some debate, in the medical community at the time, 
whether the benefits of being protected, and almost immortality 
thereby, were worth the almost 15% death-rate, of those who tried 
for the third time.









                                15


     In case the reader is wondering about a runaway birthrate, 
the population at the time of the story was just barely 
approaching 50 million again, in the United States, and there 
were signs of a vastly slowing fertility rate.  Some secondary 
program in the nano-'bots, seemed to be kicking in.  Since the 
original inventor had been a rabid environmentalist, as well as a 
devout Muslim, this was no surprise.

     Oh yes, one final thing:  "Surprise-surprise:"  The effect 
of the 'plague' on religion was exactly the opposite of what the 
originator intended.  There were now NO Moslems left in the 
world.  Those who survived the original pogroms, and riots either 
switched religions (for health reasons), were killed in later 
riots, when they were discovered, or went completely underground.  
Any remnants, now embraced a religion that was far removed from 
what Mohammed had originally set up, as Mecca no longer existed, 
having been leveled by a 50 megaton warhead, and the required 
public prayers and posturings would have gotten the poor 
worshiper mobbed the moment he started.  There were only 5 
official copies of the Koran in the world.  One in Moscow, 2 in 
the Vatican, One under heavy guard in the library of congress, 
and one in the Louvre in France.  Anywhere else in the world, it 
was a capitol offense, punished by instant on-the-spot stoning to 
death, to posses a copy.  Probably, all your male relatives would 
be killed too, and your female relatives left to die from the 
plague.

     This last, actually happened, just outside the story.  The 
"Haas" riots, referred to, had been a case of mistaken identity.  
The man, one Ira Hass, Had been a student studying the early 
years of the interregnum.  At that time, a Charismatic preacher 
had written a vitriolic attack on Mohammed, entitled "The 
fallacies of the Koran," which the young man had been reading.  A 
neighbor, who had just lost his 6-year old daughter to the 
plague, noticed him reading a black book, with the word "Koran" 
on it, and had gone insane.  He had gathered up a posse of 
neighbors, and had practically torn the young man limb from limb, 
never giving him a chance to explain.  They had then proceeded to 
stone his son and younger brother to death, and killed his 
father, when he returned from work, rejoicing in their 
"cleansing" of their town.  The only male survivor of the family, 
was a cousin, who died of head-injuries about 8 months later.  It 
was only AFTER they had finished their "dirty work," that someone 
noticed the REAL title of the book, just before they were going 
to burn it.












                                16


     At first, the town tried to hush the whole thing up, but the 
7 remaining women, having no reason to keep quiet, yelled the 
whole story to the press.  There was nothing that anyone could do 
for them now, of course, and all except one committed suicide.  
That one, was pregnant, and had narrowly missed being killed too.  
If the mob had realized she was carrying a MALE child, she would 
have been also.  As it was, the only remaining member of the 
family would have to wait until he was 15 or so, and hope to 
attract some of the few "male-bearers" to continue his family 
line.  Since the whole world felt guilty about this, his chances 
were probably pretty good.  Certainly he would have no financial 
worries.

     Oh, one final thing, hinted at in the story:  Once a 
"termination" sequence had been activated, The 'bots attacked any 
live flesh available, not just their hosts, until the host-flesh 
had been completely used up for energy.  Only the original host 
would feed the dying 'bots, but a person could lose an arm or 
leg, past the ability of plague-'bot repair, if he handled the 
deceased body of someone who had recently died of the "plague."  
You generally wouldn't die; just almost wish you had.

        ************************************

     Whooooo!  That's enough writing for one night!
































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