Title: Baby-Whores
From: jennacone@yahoo.com 
Story Codes: g inc inf infant ped orgy rape nc preteen cum bdsm snuff 
My stories: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Incuba236/
About me: Married / 28f / Nevada. I write in my spare time, feel 
free to email me with feedback, dirty thoughts, or angry protest.


Summary: A woman on a pious mission steals babies away from their
mothers in order to have them brutally throat-fucked and
cunt-fucked as newborns.
Published: 11/25/2013


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Preface: Introduction to Lucia
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This is my abridged
auto-biography, my self-reflection, a memento of what my life's
work is. Let me begin by stating one indisputable fact:

Some babies deserve to be used as disposable fuck-tunnels. They
deserve to have all the life and lust sapped out of their barely
formed bodies and replaced with semen and degradation.

Why? Because they're asking for it. You know which ones I'm
talking about: The baby girls that even as newborns look cute and
practically shine with the exuberance of being a little adorable
girl as opposed to just looking like an ugly genderless infant.
Some girls take a few years to really look pretty, but some have
a comely body that defies their primitive age.

Being attractive is the way the female body signals that it's
ready for a man. Being attractive is a biological desire, need,
and must  - completely separate from what the female might want.
Puberty is the body's time to try and make itself more
attractive, but baby-whores put out invitation signs from the
time they're born. Their body knows what it's for, and those
babies are clearly demanding sex NOW.

It is brutal and cruel, but these cock whores chose their fate
when they dared come out of the womb with a body looking like
*that*. These babies would undoubtedly grow up to be the
snobbiest hotties self-absorbed with their own lust, but even if
they wouldn't it's no concern because they won't be growing up at
all.

I'm righteous, you see. I'm giving these sluts exactly what they
deserve and exactly what their bodies are saying they need
regardless of whether it's WAY before their immature organs can
handle the consequence of that unwitting sexuality. In doing so
I'm saving the world of their feminine barbarism living every day
as a hot cock-tease, home-wrecker, and perverter of otherwise
studious boys. Their wicked bodies will be both sated and
destroyed by the sex they beckon, and I exult in their pain as it
causes me pleasure.

Amen.

The biggest obstacle in the way of my mission to fuck hot little
babies to death was finding the most appropriately sized church
infirmary: a town too small hardly produces enough babies and
could potentially investigate the death rate my practice incurs
whereas a city too large comes with the price tag of a large
incorporated hospital with a full fleet of safety regulators and
security overhead that makes the practice too risky.

I had found a middle-of-the-road hospital. You could just as
easily call this place a "town" as you could a "city" as it sat
somewhere between the two distinctions in size. The population
here was just large enough that it fit within the "Goldilocks
zone" of births per month vs lack of big-city regulations.

Still though, the bodies of babies who are stillborn after 24
weeks of pregnancy or who are born alive but then die must by law
be buried or cremated with official birth & death certificates.
For babies who die during pregnancy before 24 weeks, the
situation is different because there is no law that governs what
happens to these babies. And *that* is what I capitalized on.

As women came in throughout their pregnancy I would take a good
look at them and their father, and then do my own research into
their parents and perhaps even their grandparents. By, "take a
good look" I mean dig up their photos as children, preferably
babies. The phenotype of mother alone isn't a sure sign of what
the child will look like, but with enough signs all pointing to
attractiveness in the family tree I became coldly accurate at
determining which babies would be born way too hot for their own
good.

I did these practice runs for a period of several years,
perfecting my ability to see right from wrong, to separate the
rotten seeds from the pure, to split black from white. I looked
at every angle, I revised my methods, I even dug deep into my old
genetics books and made sure to understand which factors were
dominant or recessive in offspring and what combinations could be
expected considering source DNA.

Once I had mastered exactly what witch's brews of ancestry would
result in little darling whores, I began my work upon their
pregnant mothers. To these moms I would silently prey upon them
each time they came in for a prenatal appointment: All women are
routinely blood-screened towards the end of the second trimester.
This common practice is just perfect, since it gives me the
opportunity I need to stick them with a needle. A needle full of
the perfect drug.

Haitian "zombie powder" is a mix of tetrodotoxins from the puffer
fish, the marine toad, and the hyla tree frog. It's the reason
that Haitian zombie stories exist and are true to a great extent.
This is the white chalky powder that witch doctors blow into a
victim's face to knock them into a state of near-death and which
sometimes coats poison arrows.

Tetrodotoxin causes paralysis and death, with victims of
tetrodotoxin poisoning remaining conscious until death. The
powder, applied topically in a lower concentration, creates
irritation and breaks in the victim's skin. The tetrodotoxin then
passes into the bloodstream, paralyzing the victim and causing
him to appear dead. The family buries the victim, and the witch
doctor then removes the body from the grave.

If all had goes  well, the poison wears off and the victim
believes himself to be a zombie. A stupefying effect is easily
accomplished by keeping them in a constant state of malnutrition,
which is also why zombies have a reputation for being hungry and
ravenous, capable of eating living flesh given the chance.

In my case I wasn't using it to make Haitian zombies  - I was
using it to get away with baby-theft. A syringe injected into the
uterus to draw some amniotic fluid for a test is the reason given
as I lay the woman down and make sure she isn't looking closely
as I actually *inject* rather than draw fluid - a carefully
calibrated dose of delayed-release tetrodotoxin enters the fluid
surrounding the infant.

Sodium alginate, used to make flavorless gum or coat slow-release
medicine capsules, is easily emulsified into goo and mixed with
the otherwise dry "zombie powder" to create a thick gel that is
impossible for the body to absorb or digest until the coating
naturally breaks down.

This gel floats harmlessly inside the amniotic sac for a couple
weeks, even longer if I've emulsified it properly. The amniotic
fluid is terribly inefficient at breaking anything down  - it
isn't like stomach acid where it breaks compounds down quickly
seeing as how a baby is floating in it.

As the sodium alginate begins to wear down, the baby begins to
get weaker and more disturbed. Some babies kicked desperately
before going still, and the attentive mothers came in and I gave
them drugs to try and "help". I didn't even have to be the doctor
to see them - nothing anyone gave them would help since no person
would ever suspect that Haitian poison was the cause.

Attempts were made to save the baby, but eventually and
inevitably the baby "expired" within a few weeks of my injection.
Either a caesarian section or a miscarriage handled the removal
of the baby. And again, I didn't even have to be the doctor that
performed those tasks. I only had to be able to quickly access
the corpse and steal it away en route to the mortuary.

Interfering with the shipment of a 2nd-trimester fetus to a
mortuary for cremation is actually quite easy  - neither side
expects the corpse to be stolen and neither does any
cross-checking or "roll call" or anything. The mortuary never
knew they missed a shipment and the hospital never knew a
prenatal corpse went missing.

However, the baby wasn't actually dead. It was just reduced to an
incredibly and nearly stopped heart beat, along with a pulse that
reads as zero. Brain function is non-existent, and were it not
for the fact that it's body temperature never quite reaches room
temperature there would hardly be any evidence at all to give
reason for doubt.

Just like a victim who has drowned in cold water, the body is
simply in a state of deep paralysis and suspension. I whisked the
baby away to my house and into my cellar where I had an array of
carefully prepared neonatal units.

The little darling went inside, carefully kept warm and with
plenty of oxygen, and I simply let her grow while giving her an
IV drip for fluids to wash the poison out. Babies are actually
much faster at recovery since their body is so much smaller. In
just a few hours the "corpse" comes back to full life, just like
the victims in Haiti.

Just like that, I can take my pick from any mother in the city
and make her baby mine. No sex slave women in the cellar
necessary that I have to worry about getting free, and not even a
sliver of suspicion from the police. I simply take them again and
again, and nobody even knows these girls are alive... for a
little bit, anyway.

I kept a couple dozen neonatal units down there along with other
necessities and medical supplies. Like livestock being tended to
and well-fed for their inescapable deaths, I made a little baby
farm out of my basement. A little farm of little cock-sucking
whores that would be snuffed out for their sin of existing.

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Chapter 1: Delivery Service
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It's a good thing I'm a woman  -
I would have felt obligated to rape the little babies myself if I
had a penis. And I just don't have the time for that, it's
already like working a double-shift tending to my baby farm in
between surgical cases and being on-call for emergencies.

I had been home for about an hour and just finished up my regular
chores: doing dishes, folding laundry, and tending to the
premature babies in my basement. I only kept a couple UV lights
installed and only turned them on when I was there, so as to make
sure they were still as clueless as they would normally be if
they were tucked away in a womb. They even had little earmuffs to
block out sound. Breaking - no, *shattering* their innocence was
part of the fun.

I kept clocks next to each of their units set to how far along
they were since conception. The younger they were when they
looked hot enough to fuck meant the harder and more brutal I
would ensure the rapes were. I decided to myself that if any of
them made it to their 2nd birthday and *still* didn't look
attractive enough that I'd simply let them go by dropping them
off anonymously at a random faraway orphanage, but in all my
years that never happened. I was pretty good at picking my
targets and I didn't want to stray from the light by putting
wholesome girls in the line of fire.

These little sluts, however, were *not* wholesome. They were
cunts, bred and born to be nothing else. Their sexy little
pitiful bodies sickened me and turned me on at the same time -
it's a shame that god allows such monstrosities of lust to exist.
Real-life succubi just begging to be allowed to grow up and bend
man and woman alike to their sinister whim.

I looked over my collection. Two babies looked to be just
beautiful even in the pale violet of the ultraviolet
illumination. They were twin sisters, and so they were of course
reaching towards sexual attractiveness at the same time - just 9
months of existence, I'd been keeping them a bit longer just so
that I could emulate the day they would have been expected to be
born naturally. Their coming into the world would be a perfectly
articulated hell.

I picked both of the babies after detaching them properly from
their units. I never named them, although I wrote vulgarities on
their face with a sharpie: one was "cunt" and the other was
"whore". This kept them separate for future reference, and they
deserved it for being so adorable and cute.

My panties were already starting to receive a little bit of
moisture from my crotch, I always got aroused touching my victims
for the first time after I'd decided they were good and ready to
be used. Like a pastry chef whose mouth salivates when she takes
freshly baked cookies out of the oven, my little treats of
fuck-meat were  coming out of the oven and were ready to be
devoured. I cradled them gently and carried the girls up the
stairs.

The light was disorienting and blinding to their newly formed
eyes. As they  squinted I was able to get a good look at which
color their eyes were since I couldn't tell in the UV light
below; a pale blue like a cloud in the sky. They started to cry,
but I have no patience for that kind of ongoing ruckus and I'd
long since started to seal their mouths with duct tape. Their
little muffled attempt to make noise was just a minor annoyance,
and I went into the bathroom and made sure that I looked nice and
at least decently dressed up while they waited inside of the
trash can I placed them in.

Once I was done I picked them up out of there, swiped an old
tampon off of one of them and carried them into my car. It was
9pm and the sun had long since gone down in the late winter
season. I stuffed them both inside of a duffel bag filled with my
well-worn panties and zipped them up. They would get to smell my
cunt while I drove their little bitch asses to a wonderful little
whore-house that I practically thought of as a second home.

I lived in Nevada, where prostitution is legalized, more-so in
low-key cities and rural areas than big ones. This particular
joint was a bit of a drive from my house but well worth it as I
was in an "open" relationship with the owner. I needed a place
like this, so it might seem like I "used" her to get my goal but
in truth it was a win/win situation and I would have honestly
been hurt to hear if anything bad had ever happened to her. We
weren't lovers, but we loved each others  company.

Angel's Ladies was the name of the place, and I found the name
quite fitting considering my purpose there. I took my package out
of the car with me, keeping her enclosed inside the duffel bag. I
loved the energy here, the night life, the energy, the spirit of
human freedom and expression.

The women here were whores- the finest kind of woman that can
walk the earth. They must always exist and be nourished, and
raised against the darkness of close-minded woman and
cock-teasers. The owner here understood that the babies in my
possession were all sexual miscreants  - and she certainly had no
qualms helping me rid the world of the cunt-hole babies.
Therefore, my closest friends were the very epitome of "angel's
ladies".

The Lady Spade, as she was known here, was mistress and owner of
the house. She wasn't ever dressed up  glamorously like a BDSM
model that you see in pornos or conventions but she kept herself
alluring in a subtle way: a simple black dress with a ruby red
necklace that burned like the lust between her legs. I will mourn
her inevitable passing when the time comes for God to take her to
heaven.

"Well well, Miss Lucia arrives, here to sanctify more lost
souls!" she greeted me with a knowing gaze, then moved her dark
brown eyes in such a way that I could almost physically feel them
spiraling down my body and over every rise and fall of my
features, pausing tentatively between my thighs before continuing
halfway down my right leg.

Her stare arced like lightning off from my knee and onto the bag
I was holding and the way she stared at the bulge inside of it
always made my hair stand on end as if I was orgasming from an
electric shock. The woman was a being of pure rage that had
somehow been transmogrified into desire.

Violent, unapologetic and piercingly bold. Her eyes reminded me
of a bird of prey; it was as if every move was short and concise
and perfectly articulated with the same tiny pauses a bird has-
punctuating every part of her glance like a sentence.

She gently nestled her hand onto mine, rolling her fingers like
water around my clutching digits and taking the bag from my
possession. "How do they look?" she asked, giving me an
invitation to mentally masturbate her. How could I resist? I
loved describing the little ones.

"Identical twins. Beautiful pale skin, already a little bit of
fine golden hair that practically glows on their heads like a
halo in the glint of the light. I combed it gently and I put a
dark red lipstick onto their tiny mouths to contrast against the
brightness of their features."

I continued describing the bundles of joy: " They have Indian
ancestry that's very apparent in the shape of their eyes even
though the color is a striking light blue. I included a DVD with
some pregnancy photos of her mother from before the complication,
and today would have been the predicted pregnancy date if nothing
had gone 'wrong'."

"Oh - and a little tongue piercing for the first bitch too. I
know a lot of men like feeling that. Pleasing men is the sole
purpose of her life, after all. I was planning on giving it to
both of them but I've been called in a lot and the time just
slipped away on me."

"-Lady Spade, do you want me to take this one and fit her in?"
one of her whores interjected my descriptions with the question,
throwing a frown onto Spade's deep eyebrows. "What? Can't you see
I'm having a bit of foreplay with the lass here? Is there some
kind of hurry?"

"I'm sorry lady, it's just that yes, the happy hours for alcohol
and gloryhole service will be opening in about fifteen minutes
and I thought..." the young girl with fake blonde hair adjusted
her weight and allowed her hips to sway slily in a provocative
pose before continuing, "she could be our #1 star cum guzzler."

The way the blonde had said it made all the difference in
returning the previously annoyed Lady Spade back into good horny
spirits. She smiled wickedly and looked out at the entirety of
the main room.

This was a popular place, the city served as a common crossroads
for truckers delivering international goods, travelers on their
way to or from Las Vegas, and local residents alike.

The Lady had always practiced quality over quantity and although
it cost her business for a while it paid off with returning
customers and positive word-of-mouth. Everything from the wine
and beer to the women and STD-testing was top-notch: a man or
woman could easily get exactly what they wanted both cleanly and
legally... more or less.

There was of course, the unfathomably dirty and illegal side of
her business. It had begun much by accident- but there was no
time to reminisce on that story now. She caught herself gazing
enchantedly at the crowds of sexual creatures filling the room
and breathed in the atmosphere before returning her attention to
the package so lovingly thrown into a duffel bag beneath her
clutched fist.

"Of course, dear. Take her away and make sure she can't move a
single inch. And be sure to syrup her properly, I'm tired of
having to clean up such ridiculous messy footprints in the glory
hallway." Spade said, then turned back to Lucia.

"Thanks for another wonderful night, ahead of time!" she laughed
merrily, then mulled a thought over in her head for a moment.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay for this? It's getting close
to Christmas, you deserve a present or two."

"Oh, I wish I could but I've got a case early in the morning that
I can't afford to be exhausted for. If you want to do me a favor
have one of the girls record some of it from both sides of the
wall though. I'd like getting off to that when I'm done with
work." I said, and Spade nodded approvingly.

"Of course dear, anything for my sweetest partner in sin." The
two embraced, kissing briefly but passionately for several long
seconds before I painfully removed myself from the lips locked
against hers. "I'm going to be in this weekend for sure..." I
said with a grin, and Spade just smiled back knowingly.


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Chapter 2: Preparation
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The zipper on the duffel bag
opened up. Inside the babies immediately started to squirm around
and started to cry in earnest. They had been crying earlier but
there was so much noise in the main room that nobody could hear a
sound the little things made.

"Ugh, what bitches. Get over yourselves." was the only response
from the unsympathetic 19-year-old who had taken her from the
Lady Spade. Two of the many pairs of panties covering the babies
were immediately shoved into their mouths to shut them the fuck
up.

One of the babies was taken out and put onto a short wooden table
on its back. A syringe found its way deep into the infant's jaws,
once on each side. Botox injections- a wonderful and foolproof
way to keep the baby from being able to bite or even close its
mouth ever again. An additional shot to the back of the neck
stopped her from being able to turn her head side to side.

After giving it a few minutes to take effect, the teen simply
used one hand to keep the baby's mouth pried open and then peered
down into the fuck-hole that presented itself. After gauging
distances and using a fair amount more care than she had in the
last two injections, she aimed the needle at the appropriate
point near the base of her throat and stuck it in again.

This injection was meant to eliminate the ability for the muscles
in the larynx, otherwise known as the voice box, to contract. The
baby would be unable to scream or cry, which was certainly
important since the best part about what was about to happen was
that none of the men had any idea they would be using a baby.

The pain of these injections and the cold shock of the metal
table combined with the awful experience of being half-smothered
in dirty underwear had the baby extremely distressed by this
point and it was flinging its arms and legs back and forth in
stupid useless gestures.

This room was a gloryhole booth, just one in a series of booths
lining a hallway where men would walk up and insert their penis
and fuck away with abandon.

It gave the women that used the booths plenty of anonymity,
seeing as how many of them were amateurs or one-time women coming
in for a wild time. It also meant that not even the women
directly next to this booth would have any idea what debauchery
was about to take place.

The small wooden table had its legs cut long ago to measure up
exactly with the hole in the wall. The teen slid the table over
and moved the baby forward until her head was dangling just off
the edge.

At the foot of the table were a few long bungee cords. It was
easy enough to loop these under and over the table in a circle,
wrapping the baby from around her legs and arms until she was
unable to move.

It was a surprisingly effective form of bondage for babies, and
prevented any kind of annoying ramification like blood-flow being
cut off and resulting in health complications before it was time
for them.

"Oh fuck! The syrup! Ah!" she exclaimed, suddenly realizing she'd
forgotten about it yet again. She quickly pulled the table back,
reached into her pocket for the bottle and pulled the panties out
of the baby's mouth before shoving the bottle in and squeezing
the contents liberally.

Syrup of Ipecac, commonly used to induce instantaneous and severe
vomiting. She should have done this before-hand, and carefully
had the baby aimed over a toilet, but now she was out of time.

She simply pulled the table away from the wall and to one corner
of the room and let the baby expunge itself as she puked
violently and repeatedly. It really did cause a mess if the baby
vomited up so much when being throat-fucked. Some guys liked it,
but it also made a slippery mess on the floor.

The baby was still gagging up goo when the whore reached under
the table and fidgeted with her fingers, searching for a coiled
up tube. There was a pediatric respirator bolted to the underside
of the bondage table and it was used to force an oxygen tube into
the baby's nose and into a lung, operating-room style.

This was pretty uncomfortable and quite disorienting for the
newborn, but it would keep her conscious and add quite a bit of
longevity to her lifespan once penises were plugging her throat.
It would also keep her conscious for the torturous preparation
that was about to happen...

The slut unbuttoned her skin-tight pants and slid them down,
reaching into her crotch and pulling out a slime-coated dildo. It
was surprisingly large for her size and the vision of it as it
approached the baby's mouth was a frightening prospect.

The tip of the dildo entered the infant's mouth and rested there
for just a moment as she held it there with her left hand and
then stiffened her right palm like a mallet.

She began to quite literally hammer the dildo down the baby's
defenseless throat, ignoring the instant gasps and guttural
noises as she did so. The baby strained to try and move but was
held down by the bungee cords, and the woman took no mercy on
her, continuing to hammer and hammer as if she was driving a nail
into a wooden board.

This was necessary, of course. A virgin baby throat is just so
incredibly tight that it's physically painful and most likely
impossible for a cock to push its way down. The throat needs to
be "broken" open first. This included the baby's jaws, which had
already audibly popped out of their sockets and caused
incalculable pain to the darling girl.

The dildo plunged deeper and deeper with each hammer-strike of
the prostitutes open palm, forcing the solid plastic dildo to
stretch, tear, and rip open the sensitive ligaments and folds of
flesh inside her immature and formative oral cavity.

She stopped the dildo before it made its way inside the baby's
stomach- she could visibly see how far the sex toy was from the
obscene bulge in the newborn's throat which was already beginning
to bruise and turn shades of pink and violet. She pulled the
dildo almost out, then plunged it down again, and then repeated
once more for good measure. This baby's throat was properly
broken open now, and ready for use.

The lights in the room went out. First in the booths and then on
the other side where the hallway was. The show was beginning. A
series of strobe lights on the ceiling of the mens' area flashed
and flickered in rhythm with the fast-paced music that started.

This allowed men to slowly navigate through the hallway, but the
bursts of brief light from random directions threw shadows and
light around in haphazard, disorienting flurries. It was
impossible to focus on anything in detail- trying to recognize
your best friend's face right in front of your face would be a
lesson in futility.

This dazzling array of intermittent strobes combined with the
completely dark interior of the gloryhole booths making it
impossible to tell who was taking your cock, even when the guys
bent down and tried to spy. The girls inside could talk over the
music, but it was completely up to them whether anyone would know
who they were.

For one final touch, the girl took out a stick of lipstick and
reapplied makeup to both herself and the baby.  The sound of
shuffling feet was audible on the other side of the wall, and it
was time to begin.

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Chapter 3: Happy Birthday
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Lady Spade had walked in right
when the fun was beginning, with her typically perfect timing.
She was carrying a cheap, small birthday cake with a single lit
candle in it.

With her free hand she brushed her fingers along the helplessly
bound infant and stroked its useless cunt with her pinky. She set
the cake down on the baby's stomach and held it steady with the
same hand, beginning talking to her.

"This is such a very special day for you... the day you enter the
world and the day you learn that your whole body is just a cunt.
Do you know what a cunt is, little bitch? Well, time to learn..."
With the candle-light it was possible to see that a large penis
had pushed itself into the wall and throbbed, begging for
attention.

A large white cock with a vein protruding from the top. This
would be unthinkably cruel. "Sara, get our first man ready..."
Spade said, and the teen moved to the hole and began to
dirty-talk the man, speaking of how eager she was to hold her
mouth against the hole and get deepthroated.

It didn't take much of her sweet, sexy voice to get the man
aching for action. Sara stroked his cock gently with one hand for
a moment, licked the tip and playfully ran a tongue up and down
his shaft before telling him that she was going to press her
mouth up against the gloryhole and she expected to be
mouth-fucked like a cunt. He didn't argue.

Spade pushed the table forward until the baby's forehead pressed
against the wall and then the mistress simply sat on the end and
waited for the show to begin. Her own body weight would keep the
table from moving when the thrusts began.

"Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you..." she sang,
gently, so that only those inside the booth could hear the chant.
"Happy birthday dear baby... happy birthday to you!" As Spade
blew out the candle, the man's penis viciously speared itself
into the newborn infant's mouth.

It felt, to the man, like he was thrusting his penis past flesh
that had been formed out of freshly whipped cream. There was a
subtle heat and a perpetually wet softness to the lips and mouth
he had entered. By far it was the most sensual mouth he'd felt in
his life.

He paused for a moment at the entrance to her throat, basking in
the feeling of her tongue flitting around on the shaft of his
cock. It moved around randomly, begging him to go in further. How
could he resist?

He was done waiting. His penis found the narrow opening that
defined her throat, and then pushed. Hard. His throbbing sex
organ slid through the bumps and folds inside the baby, and it
felt like a knife cutting through butter - his penis effortlessly
parted the unbelievably tight but fragile tunnel of flesh as he
continued straight down into her.

She had been broken ahead of time, but he still felt the
unfamiliar sensation of a tight ring of muscle clenching one
final time before his dick felt like it had somehow left her
throat and entered a real pussy.

His dick had entered the newborn's stomach and its already tiny
size was made even smaller because it was trying desperately to
vomit and get him out- the baby's little stomach was like a
wrinkled and deflated balloon wrapped around a stick.

The heat of her internal body temperature was tangible and the
slimy wrinkles and folds of her stomach walls moved against his
penis like a tight cunt. The baby was trying to gag him out- the
stomach continuously contracted and squeezed in pulses, each one
causing the layers and folds to grip and slide along the head of
his dick that was protruding inside the little girl's belly.

He had planned to pull out and ask what the fuck he was feeling,
he had been startled by the unexpected ring and then even more by
this- but it was so powerful a mix of pleasure that he had to try
and keep his breath steady and close his eyes and try his hardest
not to cum.

As he withdrew his cock, the ring of muscle guarding the entrance
to her stomach closed once again, and the feeling of it narrowing
and squeezing tight as he pulled out combined with a surge from
her entire throat as she gagged violently.

His entire penis was suddenly held tight as the throat
constricted like a tubular fist, and then the muscles in the
baby's neck squeezed in sequence, like a wave of tightness from
her belly up to her mouth.

It was unlike any gagging reflex he'd ever felt before- he didn't
know it was because he was dangerously far into a baby and her
body was honestly fighting for its life. He pulled his dick
further out, back to her mouth, and then thrust in again.

Again her entire body convulsed from the shock and pain of the
intrusion. And again he felt his entire cock being squeezed and
wetly massaged from beginning to end as if by some master
machine.

He pulled completely out, his dick dripping with pre-cum and
mucus, bending down and finding enough cohesive thought to ask if
the woman inside was okay with this. He'd never used a woman like
this ever.

"God yes... please, please use me. Keep fucking my dirty little
whore mouth just like the pussy that it is! Yes!" Sara squealed
and begged as she moved the baby to the side for a moment,
pretending to be gasping from the rough use. "Don't pull out
again, I can breathe between thrusts baby... just use me... abuse
me..." she coaxed him on, and bit her lip as he shoved his penis
into the hole again.

She took the back of the baby's head in her hand and turned it
back to face the cock, then used the other hand to line it up
with the infant female's lips. Then she used her strength to
force the baby's head forward and into the wall until its lips
were pressed against the gloryhole. She'd just forced the baby to
deepthroat the man again.

This time the man had heard enough and his sex drive was raging.
As soon as he felt the mouth take his cock in, he
counter-thrusted and drove himself balls-deep into the infant.
Given the tiny proportions of a newborn baby, this kind of
treatment was not only cruel but extremely dangerous.

It didn't matter, and the girl couldn't even enjoy the benefit of
passing out due to lack of air- the oxygen tube leading to one of
her lungs kept her wide awake and terrified. She felt her whole
neck being stretched and filled, felt her belly being invaded and
prodded at from the inside. Her tongue moved around feverishly,
trying desperately to get rid of the invader and the horrible
taste of his cock.

Tears dripped down the infant's head and into a growing puddle on
the floor. The man's cock plunged deep and hard into her body
again and again without mercy or any regard for her welfare. She
couldn't close her mouth due to her paralyzed jaw muscles and she
couldn't scream, but her lips began to tremble in terror as she
experienced grown-up sex taking place in her throat.

His dick plowed through the soft creases in the deep-end of her
throat, an area that a penis should never go, not even in
hardcore porn is it possible for a woman to take a man that deep.
Hell, not even with toddlers was it possible for a man to drive
himself in that deep. But with a newborn baby it's very possible,
and VERY cruel.

It sounded like a toilet being plungered as his dick rocked in
and out. Mucus, precum, and spit were all being siphoned partway
out and then fucked back into the baby's belly. It was like
sucking and then blowing into a straw inside a drink, again and
again making the liquid flow up and then down and up and down. A
see-saw of sex juices bubbling up into the baby's mouth and then
getting fucked down her throat and into her belly where it
belongs, over and over.

The taste was horrible and only added to the increasingly
desperate vomiting motions of the baby's belly, but nothing could
have prepared her for the taste of a man's semen. It was meant
for a vagina- it was in no way designed to be ingested,
especially by a little baby that doesn't even have the lust of a
sex drive.

His penis pulled out to her angel-soft mouth, then pushed into
her throat opening and glided past the tight ring of muscle
guarding her belly. In, and out. In and out. He felt the semen
inside his body beginning to surge into his cock and made no
effort to try and stop it this time.

This was going to be a huge load, he knew it. Nobody had ever
milked him this way before- the feelings in her mouth he couldn't
even understand or describe how they felt so good. His cock was
like a kettle of tea building up heat and then boiling inside
before finally letting loose steam. His whole body lusted after
emptying itself into this baby.

His penis flared and swelled and the baby girl could only lay
there struggling against the bungee cords wrapped around her as
she felt the man reach an orgasm with the head of his penis fully
penetrating her stomach like it was a vagina.

The baby's throat was like an elongated cock-ring to the man, and
the tense and non-stop convulsing of her throat actually added to
the ejaculation, lending each shot additional velocity and
dominance. SQUIIIRT. His first ball of semen fired into her
belly, joined almost immediately by the second and third:

SQUIRT. SPURT. The newborn's battered stomach didn't even have
any digestive juices left in after the syrup had been used, and
the organ was too traumatized to excrete anymore until after it
had time to rest and heal- which it never would.

The opening into the small intestine was almost completely sealed
off due to internal swelling. The semen would simply pool up and
collect inside this baby's belly. SPURT-SPURT-SPURT. SQUIRT.

He began to thrust again as he reached the end of his orgasm and
the instinctive drive to stay bottomed out relaxed its hold on
his primal mind. Once again the liquids inside the baby were
plungered up to her mouth and then back down again, except that
this time it included his entire load of cum.

The baby's mouth filled with the ejaculate of a grown man,
covering her tongue and sticking to her toothless gums for a
second before the dick pushed straight back into her throat,
carrying all the liquid with it and swirling it around in her
stomach like a sewage mixture.

The baby was now truly nauseated- the bitter taste of the sperm
was causing a natural gagging response in addition to the ones
that had been manually triggered by having a penis down her
throat. Her body wanted to do nothing else other than get rid of
the nasty load.

She tried. She tried and she tried and she tried. Instead, her
little mouth filled up and she got to taste his cum again and
again as it was stirred together with her own spit.

He pushed himself down into the baby girl one final time, staying
embedded deep within her core for several long blissful seconds
as his penis emptied itself out with a series of miniature
post-coital half-spurts until finally dying down.

As Sara turned the baby's head aside again she cupped her hand
over its mouth to make sure it didn't spit anything up, and then
felt as the man shoved some money into the hole as gratitude,
zipped up his pants and left.

The baby was officially a whore, taking cocks down its throat for
money, and as soon as the first man had walked aside another took
his place. He dumped his cum into the baby, and then another man
dumped his cum into the baby. And another. And another. And
another.

Sara left, her shift done, and Spade had long since gotten bored.
Another whore had come in to take over the care-taking, and men
thought this was an entirely different girl. She even carried the
baby out and into a different gloryhole just to safeguard the
illusion of it being a new but equally skilled woman.

This time a black man took up the gloryhole, and when he thrust
his penis into the baby literally half of his dick forced its way
into the belly of the infant. It was beyond savage.

His dick bored through her already ravaged throat as if he was
attempting to satisfy a loose, well-worn black woman's vagina-
but this was the absolute opposite of that. He was using a little
tiny white baby's throat, and the baby was trying to scream every
second that he persisted.

In fact, this African-american penis was *twice* the width of her
mouth before it had been so disturbingly stretched apart and her
jaws pried out of their sockets in order to accommodate his sex
organ. Thank god she didn't have any teeth or else the swollen
head of his cock would have brushed up against both her upper and
lower teeth just from entering her petite mouth.

He thought he was simply feeling a horny woman keeping her lips
rolled over her teeth in order to better pleasure him, when in
fact he was feeling the nubile sensation of her toothless gums
rubbing against his glans as if to further entice him to travel
further... straight into her digestive tract where he didn't
belong.

His penis was thick enough that it was causing her neck to bruise
internally just from the amount of obscene stretching that taking
his member into her body required. Her throat was meant to, at
most, swallow tiny mouthfuls of milk and instead it was being
subjected to performing hardcore oral sex on a zealous black
cock.

He pushed fully back and forth into her like a pendulum, and soon
the thrusts started to resemble the pendulum swings of a
guillotine gone mad- each thrust was like a death sentence to
her, it felt so absolutely terrible and horrible to her feeble
brain. This was her entrance to the world, this was her only
experience upon awakening to what it was to be human- just this.
Used as a cock-sleeve no matter how much it broke her.

And like a guillotine, every thrust chopped just a little bit
more life out of her as his cock overstretched the veins in her neck,
and every time he bottomed out he forced half a liter of semen to
fill into her traumatized stomach and splash around wildly. The
baby could actually feel this- feel the ball of pure jizz still
hot from recently escaping the dicks of so many men as it was
repeatedly pressurized and jammed down into her belly before
being siphoned up to her mouth and then fucked back down again.

It felt like a hot, awful slime to the baby, and the sensation of
feeling it shake around inside her tummy was just as nauseating
to her as having to taste it every time it flooded her tongue. It
was as if she had been born into a living, unending sexual
nightmare. Perhaps reincarnation was real and she had been a
very, very bad woman in her past life. If that was so, then she
was about to reincarnate again pretty quickly. A life as a worm
would surely be better than this.

The tender, slippery lining of a stomach is covered in hundreds
of bumps and little veiny protrusions, something that looks awful
if seen on a dissection table but which feels fucking incredible
when your cock is sliding back and forth across it, perfectly
lubed up by the dozens of men that left their loads of sperm
dumped into it like garbage into a dumpster.

He started to thrust harder, with the cruelest possible length of
cock penetrating her on each inward thrust as he prepared himself
for the inevitable climax of pleasure: In... and out, the baby's
gums holding his cock-head into her mouth and preventing him from
slipping all the way out.

In... and back into her mouth. Down, deep into her belly where
the sack of cum filled itself up again and the tip of his cock
could feel the orgy of ejaculations sloshing around in circles
over and under his dick as he fucked her tummy like a cunt. Then
he pulled all the way out to her mouth again, the airtight seal
of his cock in her throat forcing all the cum to fill her entire
throat and mouth once more.

IN, then out... IN, then out... IN, then out... he was getting
even harder now, and the way he pulled out started to match the
force in which he drove it deep. IN, then OUT. IN, then OUT.

The force at which he was churning cum around inside of her like
butter was causing sperm to leak into her lungs in spite of the
air-tube plugging up her windpipe. As if she hadn't already
been trying to gag out of the nauseating feelings and the
disgusting taste, now her body stepped it up a notch by gagging
out of the cough reflex.

The muscles in her diaphragm were burning in their attempt to gag
so hard. She felt like every muscle in her stomach, chest, and
throat was on fire as they spasmed wildly out of control. Every
muscle was firing off like a string of black cat fireworks;
urgent undulations of explosive power firing like little ocean
waves of flesh that each started deep within her soul. She was
begging him to stop, to please stop and treat her like a human
being.

IN AND OUT AND IN AND OUT AND IN AND OUT- he didn't know she was
even a baby, and his penis consequently didn't give a fuck about
the torture that his orgasm was going to cost her. He machined in
and out of her and felt his ball-sack begin to shrink a little
bit. It was that electric charge, that static feeling that washes
over a man's balls right before his body releases the sperm
boiling inside him.

Like the jet from a hot-tub against your body, the baby could
actually feel his ejaculations even though her throat and stomach
were already filled to the brim with semen. Such a subtle
sensation amidst the pain of so much else, but she could feel it.

A newborn girl doesn't have a very big belly... after several
hours of being throat-fucked by men non-stop, the baby had a
bulge in her midriff that her caretaker could feel. The plunging
sounds of liquid being driven back and forth through the oral
cavity of the poor tortured human infant was truly barbaric by
this point.

Her swollen stomach was barely able to digest any of it, and men
were fucking her head so inhumanely that her eyes were just a
constant stream of tears from the humiliation, degradation and
brutal abuse. Her head, was being bumped and banged against the
gloryhole wall and there was so much cum being forced inside her
belly with the downward thrusts that it was causing her stomach
lining to tear open from the stretching.

She managed to cough up the cum that was invading her lungs, but
more and more of it began to seep out of the tears in her stomach
and leak directly into her internal organs and bloodstream. The
little baby was drowning from the inside out- drowning in pure
semen.

Ejaculate goes wild in the blood. Individual sperm dive towards
any cells that resemble an egg and try to force their way inside
of them. Meanwhile the sticky semen itself begins to clog up
arteries and block veins as it chemically latches to the walls of
the interior organs. A similar effect can be seen whenever a man
shoots cum into a bathtub or toilet and some of it touches the
porcelain wall, forming a little tentacle of desperation.

And so an additional hour went by as the bloated baby stared in
shock and panic with glossed-over eyes while men continued to
ruthlessly plunge down into her throat and belly like a cunt and
inject more cum straight into her, sending even more spunk
spiraling into her blood. Her immune system had flared into
action against the intruding sperm and she had long since turned
whiter and whiter until she was completely pale. A cum-filled
porcelain doll.

Finally, as the wicked night of depravity neared its end and dawn
approached, the inside of the baby's chest cavity was full of
cum. Every organ in her upper body including her lungs and her
heart was floating in the genital refuse of countless men. The
increased fluid pressure of her own expanding lungs during inward
breaths finally caused her diaphragm to rupture- the muscular
wall separating the upper chest from the lower abdomen.

This muscle is also responsible for breathing, and so when it
tore and ruptured it immediately clenched and began to swell in a
traumatic response. The damage was irreparable, and as the baby's
ability to breathe shook and then stuttered to a stop, she felt
the most invasive sensation a female on earth can ever feel:

The pent up semen from dozens and dozens of men emptied out from
her upper body and flooded her lower organs. It was a wave of
liquid ooze, a hot wave of slime that moved all at once from the
pressure and filled her. It splashed into and around her vagina
and her ovaries and her uterus. The semen wrapped and lashed
around every inch of it until her infant genitals were floating
in sperm.

Her bladder and her intestines floated in the sick mixture of
ejaculations, too, and the sensation was of course similar to
that which you feel when you're going down the hill of a
roller-coaster, but with the added sensation of hot liquid
causing your insides to literally toss and turn.

This feeling, this final violation, was completed when the
caretaker who had been overseeing the infant's throat-fucking
noticed the complete lack of breath and then saw the bulge in her
midriff shrink down, indicative that her diaphragm had broken.

This was the way all the babies died, you see. Instead of
breaking their hymen, they broke their diaphragm- the most vulgar
way of desecrating a virgin possible. And when she saw that
happen, the slut reached into her pocket, pulled out a rather
thick sewing needle, and jabbed it up into the baby's vagina in
one firm thrust, piercing straight through her uterus and into
the abdominal cavity.

The pain was noticeable to the baby, but she had already gone
into total system shock from everything she'd endured on top of
the ongoing asphyxiation and the sensation of her intestines
being flooded with cum. The very last thing for her to endure was
easily the most dehumanizing thing any woman, let alone a baby,
could be forced to feel.

The bungee cords wrapped around the baby were removed and she was
lifted upright in a standing position by her shoulders. From this
angle, with the help of gravity, the cum in her upper body and
her stomach fully oozed and emptied itself out into her abdomen,
and the cum there started to pour through the hole that led
directly into her womb.

The cum, still hot from the mens' cocks and the heat of her own
organs, poured straight into her uterus and then splashed off to
the sides- flooding her fallopian tubes and then completely
gushing into her ovaries from the inside.

Within as many seconds as you have fingers on one hand, the baby
girl went from a virgin to not having a single egg unfertilized.
Sperm cells were flung and splattered right against and into the
girl's eggs, and it wasn't even a race for the sperm, it was an
orgy even more brutal than the men that had used her throat.

Could she feel it? Could she feel the chemical reaction taking
place like a slow fire in her groin as every single ounce, every
single egg of her womanhood was raped and violated by the sperm
of men in the span of a single sentence? She could, and she did,
and it washed away every other ounce of pain and torment,
covering it in a white-hot mist of pure sin and violation at the
most heart-rending level possible.

The very essence of what made her a girl was ravaged and raped,
completely destroyed in the most inhuman method conceivable. Her
little innocent brain didn't know anything about sex or boys, but
her instincts, her feelings, and her DNA itself was wired with
the knowledge of it. Even without knowing what was happening on a
conscious level, the baby knew something terribly, terribly wrong
was happening that was so much worse than any pain she'd felt
before.

Her crotch felt like it was in a slow boil as she was made
pregnant a thousand times over, and the feeling of warm cum
finally seeping into her cunt was just a shadow of it as her
breathless, broken body finally escaped into emptiness. Her eyes
went still, and you could tell by looking that she hadn't just
died- this rape had been so brutal that her very soul had been
burned out.


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Chapter 4: Bottled Voodoo
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The dead baby had been held
upright, and the whore had placed a baby bottle under the
infant's crotch so that the cum which leaked out of her body
dripped and drained into it.

This cum had traveled from the top of the baby to the bottom, all
the way from her lips, over every organ and finally down into her
cunt before spilling out her. The mixture was surprisingly clear,
with only a slight pinking from blood.

Semen did after all have a coagulating effect on blood, as
mentioned before, and so it wasn't surprising that most of this
baby's burst blood vessels had been glued shut by the cock-snot
swirling into them.

Lucia had wanted to be here for this- this was her entire idea of
course, but she had cases to attend to and so the rite of passage
was up to the Lady herself to enforce.

Although the Haitian "zombies" were scientifically explainable,
the occult was not something to be disregarded so swiftly. How
some zombies are able to survive on otherwise toxic human blood,
or endure shots to their body that would instantly kill normal
men is an "interesting side effect" that isn't addressed by
science still.

Magick works *with* science, not against it. Just as God surely
works miracles in symphony with the laws of his own creation, so
does the Devil manifest his works in between the fine print of
reality. And why would Lucia use the Devil's magick in the
pursuit of her zealous oath to rid the earth of succubus baby
cunts? Fighting fire with fire of course.

There is no better way to bring out a demon than to make it gaze
upon its own reflection, and that is exactly what was happening
here.

Once the bottle had been filled, Spade sealed a cap over it and
put it in her purse for later safe-keeping. She had her own uses
for these dark potions, and it's why she also profited from the
accommodations she set up for Lucia's benefit. One bottle from
each "procedure".

The actual nippled cap from the baby bottle was pressed against
the infant's cunt and then duct taped into place multiple times
from many angles until it was both tightly-bound and sealed
against liquids. Cum began to pool up into the nipple and then
drip slowly in thick beads from the tip.

The dead baby's twin sister had gotten a night to herself, but
she was far from forgotten. She had been in the room all along,
gagged with panties and extremely uncomfortable from both hunger
and a dirty diaper. One of those problems had been fixed, and she
was cleaned up and didn't even have a diaper on now. The lack of
food and drink meant she wouldn't have anything left to make an
accident with either.

She was held underneath her sister's crotch and the corpse of her
twin was lowered until the nipple waved itself tantalizingly
above her starving mouth. She instantly latched and began to
suck. The horrid mixture of countless cumshots and the lightly
metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. The taste was, of
course, something no baby should ever accept or want to continue
drinking.

Except that she did. In fact, she drank it hungrily, as if she
had tasted something even better than breast milk. Haitian
magick, it's subtle, you see. And this particular violation of a
baby, this complete and utter spoiling of an innocent infant soul
is the particular ritual required to make a potion mixture like
this one. A hellish aphrodisiac when ingested by an adult, it's
literally lethal if ingested by yet another infant.

And of course the hungry whore couldn't stop drinking. It was a
poison that caused its victim to take and take, like the most
addictive of drugs. Perhaps it was given power by the corrupted
soul of the baby that it had been drawn from, or perhaps it just
unlocked the demon within the imbiber. It made little difference-
this slut was about to bare her true stripes and begin her
undoing.

The baby drank the unholy cum from her dead sister's cunt,
sucking on the nipple so hard as to deflate it at times, sucking
angrily and swallowing air in frustration. The corpse had to be
shaken a couple times to drop more cum quickly into the nipple,
and Spade even rolled her fist across the deceased girl's
midriff, sending surges of cum to further flood the never-used
but completely-desecrated vagina.

The little baby swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. In fact,
she was swallowing so much that it would have started to
overstretch and tear her stomach just like her sister, except
that her tummy wasn't being stabbed and fucked with a dick and
therefore her stomach was working properly.

Over the course of twenty minutes the little girl filled her
whole digestive tract with cum, swallowing and absorbing the
mixture into herself. Food for a whore. As her body digested the
mixture she began to grow colder, and then hotter, then colder
but in a sweat.

She was entering the throes. This potion caused a demonic lust,
and in her it would destroy her underage, sexually incapable body
in the process. But it would be so very sweet, and so very, very
sanctified. This cunt had it in her all along, and now it was
time for her to die for it.

A single tear formed and then fell away from the little girl's
left eye, streaking across her cheek like a shooting star- a
single wish of a life that could have been, and which had just
been forever doomed to fall.

Her pupils shrunk down into little points as if she was seeing a
bright light, and sweat beaded up on her forehead. She began to
tremble, first at her fingertips and then it surged down into her
toes, making her feel numb and oversensitive at the same time.

This unholy mixture in her was as bad as crafting a concoction
from the blood of a unicorn and then feeding it to a unicorn- it
was an implosion of atrocities, a defilement of defilements. Her
skin flushed into a red hue from the blood suddenly pounding
through her veins as if a battery of illegal drugs had been
injected suddenly into her.

Her mouth opened as it to cry out, but then she gasped, then
exhaled slowly. A long pause passed, and then she began to pant
like a dog. Like a demon. Between her legs, a glistening moisture
was visible... she was wet.

"Her cunt is ready." Spade said to the whore that was the
previous baby's caretaker before the switch. She said it like a
surgeon speaks to a nurse, matter-of-factly and indicative of an
implied command. The whore nodded and left the room, walking into
the building's VIP room where a harbinger of death waited his
moment.

The infant continued to pant, increasingly fervored, and her
thighs started to rub up and down against each other as she
instinctively tried to sate herself. Her body had no right and no
purpose to respond to the impulses of a sex drive, but it was
being forced into her nervous system nonetheless. There was
nothing she could do but feel it.

It was interesting, in a biological way. This girl's organs were
pathetically unfit to be sexual in the least bit. They were
ridiculously underdeveloped, completely tiny and not at all
equipped for this, but at the same time it was what a vagina was
made for and so it was still capable of trying and of exhibiting
the same actions in a shallow and fragmented way. It was like
seeing a baby bird trying its hardest to suddenly fly before its
time.

The baby's vagina was wetting itself with arousal, whether her
body was truly ready for it or not. And it most certainly was
NOT. She was just a baby, a newborn baby living her second day
after she would have been delivered had she not spent time in the
intensive care unit of a woman's basement. To say that her vagina
was too small would be the biggest understatement ever- and yet a
completely engorged male sex organ was now pointing straight at
it.

The whore was standing next to the man she had brought in. She
had been slowly tested for compatibility in the dark doings of
Spade's establishment, and she was committed to her twisted part
in the act, but she had never yet seen this step happen in real
life.

"Oh god... oh my god..." was all she could say as she watched on
in disbelief. Not quite horror, because her crotch was already
moistening itself at the thought of how sick it was, but rather
an emotion between terror and excitement. The ultimate sexual
high.

"How can he-" she scrambled to elocute the words in her mind and
failed yet again, but Spade inferred what she was trying to get
across. "No dear, there will be no dildo preparation for his
initial thrust. He will feel quite a bit of pain, but that's part
of the ritual. This is the exorcism that dispenses with not only
her soul, but her twisted sisters' as well. He needs to have a
stronger will than they do."

It was true, too. If anyone drank of the mixture in the baby
bottle before this exorcism, then they would enjoy the sexual
effects only to become disturbed and haunted, seemingly cursed.
This step in the ritual was a way of ruining their spirits so
completely that it damns them to hell in spite of being the souls
of infants. Or perhaps it just destroyed them. The little cunts
deserved whatever they were getting.

No chants or prayers were necessary for this exorcism. No
restraints went down on the baby either, who flailed about with a
disturbing amount of dexterity for being a newborn.

She was conflicted and her mind was already tearing. She was
being inundated with sex... she was being forced to crave it even
before she knew how to read or understand how to walk. It was
like forcing the concept of calculus into a squirrel- it was
maddening, it was literally causing her to go crazy from how
unprepared her mind was to handle the lust.

Perhaps she also realized it would kill her... either way she
couldn't stop her vagina from oozing with baby cunt-juice. She
was soaked... she wanted his cock in her. No, she didn't want
it... but she needed it.

The man wasn't black, but he was well-hung. He had a medium
build, effortlessly tanned skin from his day job in train
maintenance, and a fair amount of muscle from it as well.

Small talk leads to drunken talk leads to "outlandish"
hypotheticals, which leads to "I'll-play-along" seriousness,
leads to serious hypotheticals, leads to sober talk. That's the
cycle in which he became aware and indoctrinated to the true
nature of this place, and nothing would ever make his cock harder
than pointing it at a baby's aroused cunt.

He still had boots on, just to give him a better grip on the
floor. He was going to have to thrust hard- this was his fourth
baby and so he knew with experience that the first few thrusts
were a trial by fire. He picked the infant up and carried her out
of the room, both women following closely as he walked down the
back hallway of the booths and straight into one of the private
rooms used for prostitution. He threw the baby on the bed.

"Doll her up Abby. Quick." Spade said, and before she could even
finish the sentence the oversexed whore had pulled out her
lipstick and applied it over the previous nights layer, making
her mouth absolutely glisten like a cheap one-dollar slut.

Spade frowned, and tossed her purse to Abby. Looking into it
hurriedly, Abby saw the bottle of collected cum from earlier
along with several infant-sized clothing options: a laced red
garter belt and stockings, a miniature pair of black "fuck-me"
boots and two elbow-high laced sleeves that matched the
stockings.

The effect on the infant was absolutely stunning. Wearing all
those clothing items and then watching as the baby instinctively
kept her legs wide open and offered her glistening-wet cunt to
the grown man was heart-stoppingly depraved. The little baby was
smoking hot and begging to be fucked.

"Nice job. Don't worry, you did great. She looks even hotter than
the last one..." the man said, smiling softly at Abby despite the
black fire racing in his eyes. She winked and moved her hand
invitingly towards her finished product, the baby. "Please...
she's ready for you." she said, in her most sultry voice. He
nodded his head and walked ominously towards the bed, past the
point of no-return.

He turned now, and was speaking directly to the infant as if she
could understand him. "If you're not ready for this, all you have
to do is close your legs. Otherwise, I'm going to shove my cock
as far into you as I can go until I bottom out with my balls not
only touching your cunt lips, but completely SMASHED into them."

He watched in sick amusement as the sexually-aroused baby had no
choice but to obey the immoral signals the mixture she'd drank
was giving her; she looked at him with her eyes that were barely
capable of even focusing properly. Her legs were trembling from
the need to be fucked as her cunt visibly drooled from its
opening. It was absolutely disgusting just what a whore she was.
She deserved this.

The man continued his facade, enjoying the irony of treating her
gently and cruelly at the same time. It added to the depravity-
taking the very act of love-making and colliding it with the most
violent rape that a penis is capable of.  He crawled up onto the
bed, keeping his boots on so that his toes could dig into the
comforter for support when he was ready to thrust.

He cradled the baby lovingly, one arm wrapping under her
shoulders and gently gripping one arm, his other hand cupping
under her head as his legs brought themselves into position like
the siege arms on a tank digging into place in preparation of the
powerful shot from the gun.

"Are you a whore?" he said like a father would ask a ponderous
question to his baby, using a soft heightened pitch. "Let me see
in your eyes that you're a whore." and he pushed his cock forward
until it was resting on the infant's insanely tiny hole. He
gyrated his hips so that his cockhead swirled around on her
entrance, and he watched with great interest as the look on her
face changed.

She reacted to the sensation as his dick slid over her baby clit
over and over again. It was the first and last time she would
feel direct stimulation of her clit, and the little girl loved it
as her body sent her signals of pleasure and relief. Her
breathing deepened and she focused instinctively on his eyes the
way a baby does. It was unthinkably intimate.

He grinned, and then bent inwards until his face was even with
hers. It was apparent that working on trains must involve some
measure of flexibility as the man bent his back until it
practically formed the letter "C" with how arched he was. His
penis was still lined up with her cunt as he faced her.

"No more being a cock-tease. If you're old enough to look
attractive then you're old enough for sex. No excuses." He told
her firmly, slowly pressing his dick up against her hole until it
nestled firmly on her lips (which is as far as it would go
safely), and he felt the bones of her pubic area already
protruding out to block him. Her crotch was insanely small
compared to his penis.

Despite the awkward angle of his hunched-over positioning it was
clear that he meant to deliberately assault her body that way.
The reason for why became clear in the impending seconds:

Without any further warning to the innocent child, he used his
grip on her arm and back of her head to hold her in place as he
thrust his hips forward under the full muscular force of his back
legs which were in turn anchored firmly into the bedspread from
his boots.

Despite the bones of her mons pubis doing their best to try and
keep him out, he pushed in as hard as he could with a grown man's
weight and strength. The bones of a baby, especially a newborn,
are soft and pliable and were not made for actually bearing any
significant amount of force. Even the skull of a baby is
relatively soft, and this was her genital area- a spot the body
wasn't in the least bit concerned with reinforcing.

He jammed his cockhead straight in through the love-hole of the
baby. First his penis had to overcome the significant force at
which her tunnel was squeezing his cock back out- it was a very
*very* narrow tunnel at her age, and forcing his way into it was
like taking a drinking straw and forcing your finger down it.

Second, the pelvic bone above her vagina was in the way,
considering that the diameter of his dick was wider than her
immature body was designed to accommodate- not that it was meant
to accommodate *anything*.

The "pussy bone" is actually two halves joined together in the
middle by cartilage, and his  thrusting simply stretched that
cartilage until the bony area above her cunt spread itself apart,
completely torn open by the invasion of his cock.

Finally her legs were in the way. A woman can easily hold her
legs wide enough to take a man when he's thrusting, but a baby is
miniature and even with her legs wide apart they weren't even
close to being out of the way for him. He needed her little baby
legs to pretty much go completely to the sides...

He simply kept thrusting deeper until her legs dislocated out of
their joints and snapped with a sickening series of sounds until
they were splayed to her sides like a frog. Inside her vagina
things were even worse:

He had filled her primitive, basically unformed vagina in just a
fraction of a second. The flesh of the vagina is very elastic,
though, as it's meant for eventually giving birth. His cock
reached her cervix and then continued to push forward, stretching
her whole vagina as if he was pushing his foot through a sock.

Eventually not even the emergency stretching of her vagina could
satisfy the length of his penis, and the pressure against the end
of her cunt grew until he simply pushed right into her cervix.
His cock moved through this little tunnel of muscle like pushing
your dick through a closed fist. It was designed to keep anything
from entering her womb, but that's exactly where he was going.

His cock breached right on inside her uterus and filled it as
easily as he'd filled her vagina. The uterus is even more elastic
than the vagina as it's designed to hold an entire baby in a sack
of fluid for nine months at a time.

By this point the baby's face was truly possessed. She had felt
him, a grown man, force his way into her body and break part of
her pelvis, then dislocate her legs just to be able to thrust
into a cunt that shouldn't even be able to accept a Q-Tip without
causing pain.

All of it was happening in a single, unstoppable thrust as he
stretched her vagina open in every direction and then pushed
forward, raping open the poor girl's cervix and continuing down
it like a racetrack until his raging hard-on landed inside her
most sacred place.

The initial shock was so intense that she'd only gasped and lost
all focus in her eyes as her body sent her a billion different
shards of sensory input. It was like a broken mirror to the baby-
her body was being shattered and her mind did its best to piece
together the information that was overloading it.

So much pain, incredible pain, but then the voodoo-laced cum
she'd drank red-lined her sex drive until she also felt the
pleasure from having her cunt rammed and thrust into by cock. It
was absolutely impossible for this to be natural, and so she
finally readied her breath to let out a howling scream unlike
anything a baby can ever do.

He had been ready for this. With his hunched over posture he'd
already buried his tongue deep into her infant mouth and started
to french kiss her like a woman as he locked his lips onto her
and began his inward thrust. He felt her gasp, and she had pulled
air straight from his lungs to power the scream that inevitably
spawned from deep inside her and came rushing forth.

He swallowed her scream, quite literally, as she screamed
straight into his mouth and filled his lungs with her coital
agony. The breath of an infant screaming like a banshee rushed
into his airways and resonated like sound on a tuning fork as it
made its way into each lung and filled it with the most
soul-rending sound a human could hear.

He moaned back at her, and it filled him with the sexual rage he
needed to finish the thrust. He was only two-thirds inside of
her. And then, in a split second, he bottomed out- completely.
With his balls smashed as hard as they could possibly, physically
press against her immature labia. There wasn't even room enough
for blood to leak out, the seal was so tight on her cunt.

It takes a mother literally months as her uterus slowly stretches
out to the size necessary to house a baby. In proportion to her
size, the infant had just been stretched by the same amount, and
she'd experienced it in less than a second. The pain was
insurmountable, and the only thing that kept her from passing out
was the inhuman toxin billowing through her veins with unholy
magick.

She gasped through his mouth and then screamed a newer, even
louder wail. It felt to him like he had felt the blackest piece
of hell shoved into his lungs only to be pulled out and then
replaced with something charred even blacker. Recycling sin into
something worse than itself. Her cries of anguish were impossibly
diabolical.

He finally whipped his back into a straight line so that he could
really begin to fuck her like a woman, but he kept his head bent
down so he could glare into her eyes as she breathed and gasped
and sputtered and screamed. Somewhere deep down inside her
high-pitched cries he could hear that low, guttural shake as the
darkness in her blood enraptured and strangled her with an
all-consuming sex drive.

She gurgled like a well-fed baby. It sounded perhaps like blood
until she spit up a little bit of the cum she'd drank earlier. It
was frothing out of her mouth slightly, and it was at this point
that the baleful essence crashing at her psyche split into her as
completely as he'd split into her cunt. Her whole body convulsed.

The baby, just a day old, was completely impaled on his penis as
she shook and frothed semen out of her mouth. She was completely
assaulted by pleasure and pain, pain becoming pleasure, pleasure
becoming pain. A kaleidoscope of demonic desire filling her with
thoughts and emotions an infant had no capacity to experience
without breaking mentally and physically.

He was fucking her now. He was actually fucking a newborn baby,
and he was fucking her like he would fuck a grown-up whore. Balls
deep, every time, as he pulled out and slammed straight into the
back of her womb and then kept pushing until he bottomed out with
the end of his cock actually pushing past her belly button.

His cock was actually shoving and jostling her innards to the
sides just to make way for the make-shift fuck-tunnel that he'd
created out of her reproductive organs. The baby's hands went
stiffly outwards and then clenched into tiny fists, then splayed
themselves outwards again. Her breath was sporadic and intensely
erotic, she was beginning to sound like a slut in heat as she
panted and breathed in a way that defied reality.

The cunt, driven by a drive that did not belong in her, let out
an orgasmic cry- a moan that described absolute pain and pleasure
all at once. In her little, amateur, high-pitched baby voice, she
had just let out an orgasmic moan. And she experienced her first
orgasm.

This is where it happened... this is when the light left her and
purified that bottle in Spade's purse. He continued to deep-fuck
the baby deep, not caring that he was damaging her internal
organs, breaking her legs further, snapping her pelvis further
and further open. He slammed into her HARD with every thrust.

He felt the undeniable surge of contractions from her vaginal
muscles as they clenched in an orgasm, and he very nearly fell
out of her cunt from how strongly they squeezed against his cock.
The vaginal muscles responsible for it tore in the process after
being stretched and overextended by working so hard to try and
constrict against his cock. The pain seemed to send her over the
edge again.

This time the squeezing was weaker as her already-torn vaginal
muscles tried to respond in spite of their damage. She was just a
baby and these feelings did not belong in her. These sexual
sensations were dark and demonic and horribly forced into her.
Her mind was being raped as completely as her body was, and she
was being coerced into reacting this way as he defiled her.

Her innocence was nearly gone now, her soul so far beyond
redemption in this act that not even God would dare call her
without disgust. She was living sacrilege, and beyond
forgiveness.

He used his hands to grab each of her feet and *jerked* them
cruelly up and forwards, snapping her already busted legs even
more forward until every ligament in her legs had torn and her
legs were facing almost completely backwards, giving a full and
inhibited level of access into her bowels.

He then gripped the sides of the baby's midriff with both his
palms, and used that leverage to drive himself DEEP into the
infant as he simultaneously rolled over on the bed and kept
himself embedded into her.

The baby was now on top of the adult, and he used his grip on her
sides to force the little girl to fuck herself up and down onto
his cock like a slut as he counter-thrust upwards on each of her
downward pushes. Her completely broken legs flopped uselessly to
the sides.

He pulled harder and harder, and continued to stretch her womb
another centimeter, and then another, and then another. He was
absolutely killing her- his cock was pushing into her diaphragm
and causing her to forcibly exhale every time his dick bottomed
out.

If you closed your eyes and listened, you could have mistaken
them for a typical couple having loud and sloppy sex. Her crotch
was being fucked so deeply and so forcefully that it sounded
exactly the same. His balls slapped loudly against her baby ass
every time she came down and landed against his up-heaving cock,
and her labia were a bright red from being slapped so viciously
against his skin.

Her tiny nub of a clit continued to spiral pleasure signals into
her cortex, and her broken mind greedily accepted them at this
point. Her body was no longer something of innocence to be
nurtured and grown into a beautiful girl. This- this thing she
had become was pure, sinful, immoral lust with no bounds and no
reason to continue living on this Earth. This is what hot little
bitch babies really are down inside.

She continued to let out orgasmic screams again and again, a
haunting song that blurred the line between a baby crying and a
tiny little girl moaning in heat. The sexual energy hadn't simply
possessed her, it had changed her. Devoured her. Turned her into
this. She no longer even had an instinct to suckle on a breast or
to try walking, and no amount of speaking to her would teach her
to speak.

She wouldn't even eat of her own volition anymore. They had
tried, out of curiosity, with previous babies. There was no
instinct and no thought left in her except for sex... just the
need for sex. That's all she was. Everything else had been
emptied out. She was done.

Abby came up to one corner at the end of the bed and Spade had
approached the other. As the man's thrusts grew more and more
demanding and steady and his breath grew more desperate they knew
the final moment was here. They each put both their hands onto
one shoulder of the infant and then pressed down with all of
their entire body weight at the same time.

About 300 pounds of forced bore down on the baby's shoulders as
the man thrust upwards, and his cock pushed so far into her tiny
body that the head of his cock pushed right up out of her belly
as a disgustingly visible, stretched out lump that pushed up like
a tent in her skin from above her navel.

He forced himself to raise his head and look at the baby as he
ejaculated, and Spade reciprocated by grabbing the bitch's head
and tilting it down so that her unfocused, hazed-over eyes stared
right towards him as her baby body experienced a man completing
himself in her.

He squired sperm deep, deep inside her, and his cum began to ooze
around in her over-extended womb as he spurted his lust into her.
Splut-splut, splat... splack-splut-splut.... each throb of his
cock had to contend with how tight her cock-tunnel still was. It
was painful just to cum inside her, but at the same time
otherworldly. Nothing else was slicker, tighter, or hotter.

The women reversed their grips and began to slowly pull the baby
off of his cock. The infant was raised up in the air for a
moment, revealing the bubbling semen and trickle of blood that
began to immediately ooze from her baby vagina which was now in a
state of perpetual orgasm despite its torturous pain.

"Throw her to the dogs, she'll die within the hour. The rite of
passage is complete." Spade said to Abby, once again like a
surgeon speaking to her nurse. In a way, she was- this whole
procedure was one giant infernal "surgery".

Abby carried the baby away to the back storage room where she
would be tossed onto a small stool with her broken legs draped
over one end and her arms handcuffed to the other end. There were
a half-dozen dogs which would mount and fuck her until they lost
interest, which was generally when they smelled that she was
dead.

It wouldn't take long- the little bitch was nearly dead from the
amount of torn ligaments, battered organs, internal bleeding and
destroyed psyche, but the very least they could do would be to
let the bitch die happy. Her body and mind revolved around
nothing but sex now, and so she would get to die while being
ejaculated in by a dog. A hot bitch in the end, literally and
figuratively.


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Chapter 5: Perdition
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"Did you record anything for me
to watch later?" I asked Spade the next weekend, showing up for a
long overdue night together. "Oh yes... I recorded it myself for
a long time both on the first one and the second one. I think we
could watch it together later..." she answered, letting me whet
my appetite and wet my cunt in one single thought. I couldn't
wait.

"Cunt and Whore you mean... I named them you know." I reminded
her, laughing at how pointless the references even were. "Ah
yes... Cunt learned that her mouth was only good thing, and Whore
learned that same lesson between her legs. May their souls rest
in peace now..." Spade answered quizzically.

"Or pieces, or whatever happens to them after the rite of
passage. I wonder whether the act cauterizes them, purifies them
by fire, or if it simply banishes them to the lowest reaches of
hell where they belong." she wondered aloud, indirectly inquiring
of me.

"I learned of the rite during my time there, but I dared not
encroach upon my teachers by asking. There are some things in the
spirit world that only the spirits need know, and some things
that pious souls like you and me *shouldn't* know. I need only
know that my cause is pure and my actions righteous. We are both
so blessed to share in this glory." I told her, gazing lovingly
into eyes. Why hadn't we simply devoted ourselves to each other?
I suppose it was an unwritten aspect of chastity in some sense.

"Amen." she said, answering my speak of piety and justice.
"Enough of that though... we've proven ourselves to God by
ridding the world of seductive evil once more. Lets celebrate
amongst ourselves for a while?" she slid her hand between my legs
and felt the pent up lust that caused me to practically shudder
with pleasure at her simple touch.

"Amen." I answered her.

  
Baby-Whores