I let my mind wander and fiction comes out. Stories about adults
having sex with kids, kids having sex with kids, kids having sex with
animals and so on and so forth. If you do not like that, do not read
it... and certainly do not do it at home. 
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This story is set in a post-apocalyptic world, where all civilisation
is wiped out and the people try to survive any way they can.

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They Eat Babies

(Mg, pedo, cann)

"Here, take her. You can have her for free. Take her! She's a good
one, ya know. Nothin' wrong with her."
The man looked at the girl. Pale face, dark eyes, straight, long hair
in streaks over her face. Probably ten years old. Not older.
"Is she bleedin' yet? She's as flat as a plank. I don't think she is.
She's still a child. Can't do nothin' with a child."
"Course she's bleeding! She's a virgin, but she's bleedin' for sure.
Started couple a weeks ago."
"I dunno. Don't think she is. If she was, why do you give her away
then? Why don't ya breed her yourself?"
"Look, mister. Do ya want the wench or not? I have no use for it."
The man looked at the girl again. She just stood there, looking at the
ground, hands clenched on her back.
"Okay. I'll have her," he said. "For free, ya said. Right?"
"Right."

The man and the girl took to the road. He went in front. She followed.
Not a word was said. But he knew she was there. She would keep on
following him. Wouldn't try and run away or anything. Where would she
go? She knew damn well what was out there. She wouldn't last an hour
by herself. Some boys would grab her. Have their way with her first,
and chop her to pieces right there and then and roast her. A fine meal
was girl child. Cuz that's what she was: a child! They would know
right away. They wouldn't waste their time with her, like he was
doing. What the hell had he been thinking in taking her off the man's
hands? This one was not bleeding. No sir.
They walked on in silence, until it was pitch dark and it became too
dangerous to stay on the road in the open. When he saw some trees and
bushes, he walked off, heading towards them. The girl followed. He was
pretty sure there was no one there, because if there was, there would
have been some signs of activity or noise. There wasn't. Before
entering the bush, he had a closer look anyway. To be on the safe
side. There was nothing, so he pushed some branches aside to let the
girl pass and then went in after her. In this small enclosure they
were well shielded off the road. Nobody from up there would be able to
see them. He put his belongings - two plastic garbage bags stuffed
with clothes and some tin cans of beans - in the grass. He looked at
the girl.
"Right. Let's settle this matter once and for all. Take your clothes
off. Take your clothes off and let me have a look at ya. Don't be
scared. I only want to have a look. I'm not gonna... do anythin' to
ya. Understand?"
The girl nodded her head and started to take off what she was wearing.
A shabby, torn overcoat, a sweater with the number 23 on, a light,
dirty dress.
"I'm not scared," she said, when she was standing naked before him,
her arms hanging straight. She had left her grey socks and worn-out
shoes on.
The man looked at her, from top to bottom. No sign of breast-growth
nor pubic hair sprouting, not even under her arms. He had her lift
them to check. Her hips were narrow and straight like a boy's. Her
belly bulging slightly. Underfed, no doubt.
"You're not bleeding yet, are ya?"
"No."
"Damn! Damn! I knew it! I fucking knew it!"
He told her to put her clothes back on. Which she did hastily, because
the cold was creeping up on them.
"Damn,! It could take a year or two years before you start bleeding.
For all i know it could even take longer. You could be back in your
development cuz' of the lack of food or somethin'. Damn that lyin'
sonofabitch! How could I be so stupid to take him for his word? I
can't afford take on a child for years! There's no way I can get
enough food for two people. I can hardly get enough for one, let alone
two!"
The girl, fully dressed again and shivering from the cold, stood there
looking at him.
"That man, was he your father?"
She nodded.
"Why the hell would he get rid of you and askin' no money? There's
nothin' wrong with you, is there? You're not... sick or anythin'?"
"No."
"Why then?"
"Maybe for the same reason you want to get rid of me. Because he had
not enough food for me either."
"You're a smart one, aren't ya?"
"Yes sir."
The man smiled. He looked to the ground and shook his head.
"I dunno. What am I supposed to do with ya now, huh?"
"Are you gonna sell me?"
The man lifted his head and looked at her.
"I should."
If she were bleeding and ready to have babies, he would not think
twice about selling her. Hell, that was why he took her on in the
first place! He had done it before so many times. It was a way to get
your hands on some money: look out for a girl, a stray one, an
abandoned one, or snatch one from a group during the night, one who
was of age, and you would sell them. With the money you could get your
hands on some food. It was that or rob people. And he wasn't the
robbing kind. That... or eat babies yourself, and only the poorest of
the poor ate human flesh.
The girl would be raped. A lot. Until she was pregnant. Then they
would leave her alone. Treat her decently actually. Feed her. After
she had the baby, the whole process would start all over again. And
again. But at least she would stay alive. At least she would have a
chance. A non-bleeder would not stand a chance. They would rip the
clothes of her back, rape her, maybe tie her up, torture her and then
rape her some more, until she was merely a broken, bruised body,
passed out, a bleeding lump of human flesh... ready to be killed and
cut up. First to satisfy their sexual needs, then to fill their
bellies. He had seen it. One day he had joined up with a group of boys
who had had four wenches, all pregnant. Girls from twelve and up. One
was due a couple of weeks later, they had said. If it was a girl, they
would rape it first, then eat it. They had all laughed. The pregnant
girls were collared and chained, like slaves, like breeding cows. But
they looked healthy, not abused in any way. The boys also had two
little ones, under ten, who did not bleed yet. They were raped
constantly, over and over again. Sometimes it went on days on end,
until everybody was too exhausted to stand up, and the girls lay
wasted and ravaged, more dead then alive. Then they slit their throats
like pigs. They had squealed like pigs too. They'd let them bleed out
in buckets and bowls and drank the blood. Then roasted the bodies on
spits and ate them. He had declined their offer to sit and eat with
them. The whole thing had disgusted him. Only the poorest ate
babies... and those who were too far out of their mind.
"But I won't sell ya."
"Why not? Ya can't take me back to my father. He'll be long gone by
now, ya know."
"I know! Don't ya think I know that?"
"Are ya gonna eat me then?"
"No!"
"What then?"
"Questions! Questions! I dunno alright! I just... don't know. Alright?"
"Alright."
"Did ya eat babies before?"
"No. Came close once though."
He had been a whole week without food. He had been lucky to have some
water, or he wouldn't have made it at all, being exhausted and
worn-out already. When he came upon the group - men, women, children,
lots of pregnant young girls - he was about to collapse of starvation.
They had taken him in and offered him a piece of roasted meat. He knew
what it was and refused it. Luckily one of the older women had some
cooked vegetables and roots she was willing to share with him. She had
whispered that she didn't eat flesh too. He had left the group in the
dead of night, taking with him one of the pregnant girls. He had sold
her the next day for a wad of money.
"I ate flesh. Of babies... my mom who died."
"You ate your mom? That's bad. Bad."
"It was all we had."
"Yeah. Still bad though."
They sat silently, each looking into the darkness in a different direction.
He took one of his bags and pulled out a tin can of beans and opened
it with his knife.
"I got three of these. We're going to share them. Ok?"
"Yeah."
She looked at him when he handed her the cup half filled with beans.
"Thanks."
They ate slowly, chewing their beans while looking at the stars.
"So... your father... did he fuck ya?"
"Yes."
"So, another one of his lies. Your daddy is one lyin' sonofabitch,
Carol. Did you know that?"
"Yes."
"Come on. Let's get some sleep."
"Okay."

The next day wasn't much different from the day before. Grey, hardly
any wind, thunder rumbling in the distance. They got their stuff
together and got on their way. She walked beside him now, instead of
behind, like the other day. He thought about the past night. They had
slept in one sleeping bag, to keep warm and because he only had the
one. The girl had come on to him. Brushing her fingers along his
crotch, breathing onto his neck. When he had felt an erection coming
up, he had turned away from her. It was a long time since he had had a
woman. He had met one a while ago, months maybe. A girl still.
Fifteen, sixteen, with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She had been
sitting in the doorway of a barn. It was raining and she asked him in,
for shelter. They had sex maybe three or four times that afternoon.
When he woke up, she was gone... along with two cans of his beans and
a woollen blanket. He had forgotten to tie her up. Maybe he'd got her
pregnant. Maybe that had been her plan all along. Get herself pregnant
by some stranger and then sell her baby. His baby. He didn't know and
didn't care. He looked at the girl. She wasn't going to steal from him
and run away, he knew. She was going to stay, because she had nowhere
else to go. She was too young to get pregnant and sell her babies. She
was a child... who ate babies herself. Or beans. He wondered if he
would be able to keep her, to feed her... and himself, until she was
old enough to have a baby. And then: would he be able to sell her? He
realized he had got himself into a real bad situation with taking her
on.

The following night he and the girl had sex. It started out just as
the other night, with the girl initiating it by brushing her hand over
his crotch. He already had an erection and she felt it. They got rid
of their clothes quickly and he had taken her. Roughly and hard. Like
a dumb animal he had bucked into her. She was tight, as can be
expected from a ten-year-old girl, but her moves were experienced. She
never showed any pain or discomfort, although he thought he might have
hurt her at some point. After only minutes he came inside her. He had
rolled off her and witnessed how the girl caught the semen oozing out
of her vagina into the palm of her hand, bringing her hand to her
mouth and lapping it up. She did it several times, until there was
nothing left. Not a drop had been spilled. He had looked at her in
amazement.
"Seed is good for ya."
She smiled at him.
"If it's all ya got," she had added.

"When did yer father... start with ya?" the man asked, when on the
road the next day.
She had told there had been six of them: her mother and father, her
grandparents and her two brothers. They had taken to the road the day
after their house had been burned down by a bunch of boys. Her father
had chased them off by shooting one of them. They still had food then,
so they didn't eat him. On the road, things got tougher. One of her
brothers was shot and killed one day while trying to steal a dog from
some farm house he thought was deserted. The first ones to perish of
starvation were the old ones, her grandparents. She remembered the
first taste of human flesh had made her vomit. But her father had told
her she had to, she simply had to, or she would die herself. She
believed him. From then on it had not troubled her. She and her mother
had found a way to preserve the flesh by smoking it. They kept it well
hidden, like a treasure. She didn't think of it as her grandparents.
It was food that kept them alive. That was all. Her second brother had
disappeared one morning. Probably ran away. They had never seen or
heard from him again. Then it was just her mother and father and her.
Her mother got pregnant. As the months went on, she got weaker and
weaker. Finally the baby was stillborn. Her mother died during
childbirth. They were both preserved for food. Around that time her
father began to use her for sex. First only blowjobs, but gradually
full intercourse. She must have been eight or so, she thought.
"Did he tell ya to... ya know, eat the seed?"
"Yeah."
The man smiled. He wanted to ask the girl which had tasted better: his
or her father's. But he thought it not appropriate. So he just smiled.
"And then the two of you sort of met me?"
"Sort of."
He learned that there had been two other men, who had wanted to have
sex with her first, because they doubted if she was old enough to bear
children. After they had their way, they knew she was not. They had
offered to buy her, to eat her. But her father wouldn't have that. It
had come to a fight, in which one of the men had been badly wounded by
her father, but they still managed to escape both. Her father had been
afraid they would come back to get them. Not long after that they had
met him.
"He gave ya away to me... because he knew what would happen to ya if
he sold ya... or if those boys would come back."
"Guess so."

The sex between them became a regular, albeit nightly, thing.
Sometimes several times a night. It kept them warm. But he could
clearly see the girl getting weaker by the day. They had finished
their last can of beans. The man tried to think of ways of getting
food, but he could not think of any. He desperately needed some food,
or the money to buy some. The girl sussed out what was on his mind.
"Why can't ya rob somebody, and take their food? Or maybe they have
some money..."
"I'm not the robbing kind. Ya get tough enemies, and I can do without those."
"Find another girl and sell her then?"
"Ya think it would be easy to go wench huntin' with you taggin' along?
Have ya seen a lot of 'em pass by lately? I haven't!"
"Maybe if we run to a group with girls... It's possible, isn't it?"
"It's possible. Yes. But it would have to be really soon, cuz we're
runnin' on fumes here."
"What?"
"A sayin' from the old days. Meanin' we're almost out of..."
"Food."
"Yeah."
The man was sitting on a tree stump beside the road. The girl kneeled
between his legs and opened up his trousers. When she took his limp
dick in her mouth and started to suck, he thought with a grin that she
at least would be getting something down her throat today. Then he
closed his eyes, threw his head back and felt his dick harden under
her busy lips and tongue.

Over the next few days the girl became too weak for sex. She became
too weak to walk. All she wanted to do was sleep. He himself could
hardly keep going on without running out of breath or feeling dizzy
and faint. The man realized there was not much time left.

That night the man was awoken by a faint moaning. It was the girl. She
was dying. He held her in his arms, rocking her gently. She whispered
two words: "Eat me." Then her eyes closed and her breathing stopped.
That man sat there, rocking her, holding her, for a long time. It was
near daybreak when he stopped... and took out his knife, tears rolling
down his face.


  
They Eat Babies