Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Smoking Kills
Keywords: Mg nc rape anal tort ws snuff

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Smoking Kills

It happened when Steve was buying cigars at an outlet in a
middle-sized town mall. A mother walked by with her 10 or 11
year-old daughter, and he sent a few short glances at the girl's
crotch. His eyes lingered between her slender, jeans-clad thighs.

With his cock swelling rapidly, he had to force his focus back to
the clerk, who was trying to persuade him to to try something new
and more expensive.

...

Steve knew he couldn't feel the luxury of that particular tender,
silky-tight child cunt; he would never do something that stupid -
risking everything simply for a sweet impulse. But now his
appetite was awakened, as it had been several times before.

He was a man of luxury and class. Most of his energy was put on
cigars or Cognac these days, but he had always been one to try
anything, as long as it was exclusive. Considering what he spent
on self-fulfilment, he found it ironic that the most luxurious
pleasure anyone could experience in the world - a little girl's
cunt hole - came completely free of charge.

On his next business trip, he knew he would have the opportunity
to satisfy his urges. He would be as well-prepared as ever, just
a random person, far away from home, with an unstoppable hard-on
in his pants.

...

After the early cinema showing of a popular kids movie, a group of
what looked like 10- or 11-year-old girls came skipping and
jumping out of the theater. In the middle, the most astonishing,
petite creature danced around. Steve watched her from the caf.
Her limbs were slender and perfect. Her hair was black and
straight, falling over her small shoulders... She had the kind of
crotch your eyes would be almost magically drawn to, making you
imagine those smooth, hairless, milky-white pussy lips inside the
trousers.

A few minutes later, that tiny, tight rape hole was placed on the
saddle of a purple, slightly oversized bike, and the girl rode off
in a separate direction from her friends. Steve was close behind,
his foot pressing eagerly down on the gas pedal.

...

In the middle of the night, already far from where they'd started,
he stopped the car at an empty rest stop to wash her, following a
little accident in her pants. As the water flowed over her
flawless, smooth, immature body, Steve held his fresh little candy
slut down and slid his fingers all through her fuck slit and
baby-fuck ass crack. She twisted nicely in his arms...

...

He finally experienced cock heaven by a quiet, half-overgrown
little lake, on a chilly spring morning, at the end of a small,
abandoned forest track, covered in feet-high grass. Steve had
scouted out the site many days earlier. If there had ever been a
place designed for the rape of a virgin, this was it.

Half his night had been spent in expectation, dozing off in the
front seat of his car with his pants open, playing with his long,
thick, half-erect, slime-drooling cock shaft. It had been
impossible to catch any real sleep when he could constantly hear
the thumping of her movements inside the trunk.

Now, at last, the sun was about to come up to witness his
petrified shaft penetrating the child body. He realized to his
amusement there was no point even bothering to put his erection
away in a place like this. It really excited him to leave the
swollen organ hanging out in the open as he stepped out of the
car.

He started by carrying his full back pack to an old wooden rowing
boat by the water. The boat was in poor condition - probably left
behind by its owner last year - but Steve had made sure that it
would at least float.

He returned to the car, opened the trunk, and was met by the
sight of her tear-stained cheeks and brown eyes. The slim body
was wrapped in nothing but a pair of blankets, her arms and legs
taped together, another strip of tape gagging her mouth. He
grinned, showing his excitement, giving her a hint of what was to
come. Her little fuck-legs twisted when he pressed his hand into
her piss-soaked crotch. 

After putting her on his shoulder and carrying her to the boat, he
threw her in with some violence, hearing her cry out. Then, he
undressed and waded naked into the cool water, pushing the boat
out, jumping back in to grab the oars. He made sure she saw the
power of his well-kept muscles as he rowed. Her frightened eyes
looked up from the bottom of the boat, and she kept staring at his
raging, hard cock.

About 150 ft from the shore, he stopped rowing, watching the whole
eastern sky brightening up in blue. A fresh breeze of wind
caressed his skin. The boat was rocking very slightly. Everything
was unbelievably calm and peaceful.

Inside his well-prepared backpack, there was a large, water proof
zip bag, filled with two large power tools, a bottle of hors d'ge
Cognac, and a 5-finger tube containing two Nicaraguan cigars. He
was having it all today... Out of all the perverse things Steve had
planned, he actually, amusingly, found it the most barrier-breaking
to try exclusive Cognac from plastic cups, but somehow, on a day
like this, it felt strangely fitting. He poured just an oz and
sipped it, savoring perfection. The boat was stable enough to put
the cup down for later on the back plank seat, along with the
cigars.

Then he turned to his major attraction, his orgasm hole, again. She
tried to twist as he grabbed her, but he held his grip without
effort and removed the blankets from her body. He managed to spread
her naked thighs. Then, the sight of her immature fuck crack hit
him, and he was overwhelmed by unstoppable, violent desire... That
perfect, still unfucked cunt was waiting just inches from his
thick, veiny erection now.

He noticed that his hard organ would reach almost all the way from
her crotch to her ribs. Steve wondered if that little creature
could ever take him all the way in.

Either way, it was time to start trying...

She screamed and twisted, while he grabbed her and forced her down
on her back on the plank seat in the middle of the boat. After
pulling her hands and feet together under the plank, he quickly
taped them together.

Her head was hanging down, hair touching the bottom of the boat.
The way she tensed against the wood, which dug into her back,
looked very uncomfortable. Also, the way she spread her legs up
into the air looked as if she was simply inviting the entire world
into her bald baby slit.

Her wriggling drove Steve past self control, and then he was
forcing her legs apart as wide as possible, kneeling down, starting
to lick her stomach and chest, grunting and slurping. He couldn't
even tell how much time he spent, absorbed by the perfect taste of
child cunt, with a hint of dried fear-piss.

When he finally broke out of his spell, he was ready for more. He
sat up impatiently and moved his cock to its paradise. He looked
down at the engorged head, sliding through her smooth slit, plowing
through her lips which opened softly around him, like petals of a
perfect fuck flower.

Eventually, the grown man put his mouth over the child's in a
perverse kiss, licking around the tape, working himself up for the
great moment. She was delicate...

- "Do you think you'll like this?", he whispered into her ear. "Do
you want to feel my cock in your cunt? How do you think it will
feel?"

It turned him on to see her horror.

Finally, he reached for the bag and grabbed some baby oil,
spreading the cool lubricant over his erection and her entrance.
She was in a good angle, allowing him to put his weight behind his
shaft when he planted it against the almost impossibly tight and
clenched-up opening.

This was it... This was the moment when a huge cock fucked a tiny
cunt...

It took a lot of pressure, but in the end her body had no choice
but to give in and expand around him. She screamed in horrified
agony, while her entire crotch was forced to stretch out around
his thickness, and the pleasure made him shout out in triumph.

Her tightness was almost crushing, but the slippery oil did what
it was supposed to do, and there wasn't much resistance stopping
him from going deeper. He prepared to start thrusting. Tears were
streaming from her tight-shut eyes, but by now she seemed too
overpowered by the sensation of her crotch straining - maybe even
breaking - apart to get a single sound out.

- "Yeahhh, that's it baby!", Steve panted with pleasure. "Ahhh...
You're doing so good... You feel perfect!"

Then, he put everything he had into a shove, pressing himself deep
into her bottom. Her voice broke in a loud, suffering shout.

They were soon in full-force fucking. He felt her warm little body
under his weight, and he put his mouth against hers again, kissing
her wildly while he stretched and pounded the bottom inside her.
She screamed under her gag. Still, he wondered if even this pure
little creature didn't, somewhere inside, really understand the
beauty of their shared experience...

She was simply one of the hottest cunts any man had ever fucked.
Steve didn't last more than a minute before, accompanied by a
roar, his cock tensed up and pumped its sperm uncontrollably into
the tiny womb.

When he pulled out, her little hole had been widened so badly she
didn't close up again, and a white river of left-over cum came
pouring back out, dripping down on the bottom of the boat. This
slut was used up...

Time had definitely come to break out the cigars.

He opened up the tube, and soon he was puffing on with an
uncontainable smile of contentment, sipping from his perfectly
matched beverage. The spread-legged girl by his side was quiet,
shivering against the plank. His cock was messy, and so was her
rape slit.

Morning kept on coming, and Steve was planning to do the same.

After a minute's perfect inner peace, he bowed down between her
legs, close to her still gaping cunt. Sperm had trickled down her
asscheeks. He moved his face close to the glistening slut crack.
Then, he brought the smoldering tip of the cigar toward her clit
and puffed, just an inch away, while he jerked off his cock,
waiting to see if she would react. She didn't, so eventually he
simply went ahead and pressed the red glow into her pink fuck
flesh.

Her scream must have used up most of the energy she had left. She
started twisting and turning, but he grabbed her hard with both
hands, holding her down against the plank, sucking the cigar
bright, pressing it back down with his mouth, trying his best to
burn her little pleasure knob away.

Holding her in place became easier as she was losing energy, and
after getting a good grip, he was free to start moving the cigar
with just his mouth. He kept trying to keep the glow as intense as
possible, tracing it down slowly. She screamed and screamed as her
slit sizzled and her undeveloped fuck lips seared from the
radiating heat.

Finally, the tip of the cigar slipped into her rape hole. She was
still open enough after the recent visit from Steve's cock, and he
could actually push the cigar in about an inch, sucking
smoke-mixed air from deep inside her into his mouth. It was a
rare, fulfilling experience to hear her tortured cries, imagining
how he scorched her insides, while the taste of her pussy fumes
filled his mouth.

Steve's cruel cock was almost unbelievably hard again. The time
had come to turn her over and continue to an untouched orifice...
He cut her loose with a knife from the bag.

In the middle of turning her over, he found himself with his
victim standing up in the boat. He held her by the hair. Her feet
were still taped together, and her hands were taped behind her
back. The way they stood, his erection pressed against her body.
Seeing this entire perfect little creature on display, Steve
found it impossible not to play with her some more. He brought
the cigar to one of her pink, soft, little nipples.

- "This could hurt a bit...", he whispered with excitement into
her ear.

His cock was so fucking hard... She tensed up in fear in his arms
but couldn't move. Then, the cigar burned its way into the bud on
her flat chest. She screamed through the gag, and her fine-limbed
body twisted in his arms, massaging his rape shaft so
wonderfully.

After breathing some life back into the cigar, he brought it to
the other nipple. This time, he put the cigar out completely in
her breast while she cried the last of her voice away.

Steve was experiencing satisfaction on a level most people could
only dream of...

He clenched his fist and pulled back for a swing. The muscular
man looked into her eyes and saw the panic as she realized what
he was about to do.

From that day on, he would always remember the way his stiff cock
throbbed from the power rush just as he punched her. There was
something incredibly pure about burying his fist into her weak,
little stomach, and Steve almost came into thin air as he watched
her double up over his arm, before she fell to the bottom of the
boat.

She convulsed, fighting for a painful, first breath, while he
quickly carved through the tape around her ankles.

Then he simply lifted her and put her belly-down over the plank in
the middle of the boat. He pushed until her ass stuck up in the air
for him.

It was part of Steve's plan that his rape slut would spend the
short rest of her life in this position, and this was where a nail
gun in his bag came into play. He took the power tool out, feeling
the reassuring weight in his hand. Then he stepped over her,
straightened one of her arms, and fought with her fingers until he
had flattened her palm against the wood of the boat. He put the gun
there and squeezed the trigger, and then there was a loud bang. The
little whore managed to squeak weakly.

He put her other hand on the opposite side of the boat, pressing
down with the gun. She tried to scream again, and then came another
little explosion. The heads of the nails had dug down deep,
crushing the middle of her hands into place, making her fingers
sprawl without control. She had no possibility of getting away.

Steve climbed back for her legs, stretching them as much as he
could. She fought and made throaty noises, but the pain from her
hands very clearly made her limit her kicking. He had no problems
stretching her legs out, pressing her feet down, soles to the
boards, and then driving a thick nail through each foot arc.

The naked fuck slut was stretched out over half the boat now, her
ass in the air just as he had intended. He slid a hand down to the
baby-smooth crack between her buttcheeks, and he moaned in merciless
ecstasy as his finger found the tightly clenched, wonderful little
child anus.

Steve wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could...

Soon, he was standing there with a hard cock and a Cognac in his
hand, puffing a cigar. He felt an irresistible urge to bring the
burning cigar tip toward her sphincter. Enough of her voice had
returned for him to hear her whimpers of anxiety when she felt the
familiar, radiating heat. With an uncontrollable grin, he pressed
the heat into her puckered ass ring, and she cried and started to
fry. Then, he traced the glow around the opening, watching her anus
open up from the pain. It gave him an opportunity to press a finger
in, followed by another, probing the moist insides of a perfect girl
bowel...

- "I think it's time to propose a toast!", he said down to her. "To
rare pleasures..."

He relished the combined flavors of smoke and strong liquor.

- "Not many people ever get to experience this kind of quality.",
he laughed at her. "You've tried the cigar, and it wouldn't be fair
if I didn't let you try the drink as well..."

With that, he put the Cognac against her asshole. He pried her open
with his fingers, and he tipped, watching the liquid flow into her
intestines. She tried to scream again, and her reddened anus
cramped around his fingers. The sphincter opened up completely on
its own, and he saw the irritated walls of her bowel push, trying
without success to expel its unwelcome content.

This was the perfect time... He put his cock head against her
asshole, watching the soft walls kiss his tip as he started
sinking inside without resistance. The slut's sphincter was
palpating in pain, and now it was forced to embrace his hardness...

He became aware of a hint of burning alcohol inside her, which made
him hold back the delivering thrust. Something had to be done...
After some thinking, he found his bladder offering him an
unexpected - fortunate - possibility that wouldn't force him to
back away.

There was a quiet moment of relaxation, a deep breath, and then he
almost effortlessly managed to start pissing into the tight little
fuck-whore's ass.

He used the opportunity to really ease the pressure in his bladder,
letting the stream go on for 10 or 20 seconds. While he pissed, he
sunk deeper, leaning forward to get more force behind his cock. She
had stopped her attempts at screaming, but she was still sobbing.

Her asshole spasmed around him. She was letting out deep,
angst-ridden groans as the enormous shaft invaded more and more of
her stomach. Her colon was definitely getting overfilled with warm
liquid...

- "You're so perfect...", he whispered encouragingly into her ear.
"Do you want my cock deeper? Will you let me put it all the way up
your belly?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed himself in through the
wet friction, watching her tormented face from the side. A little
pressure-spray of urine burst back out of her around his shaft. He
looked down at the now dripping organ sticking into her ass. The
cock looked almost too thick for her asscheeks to separate around,
and the firm orbs deformed around him, squeezing him from both
sides. He grabbed her hair, pulling roughly, gearing up for another
thrust. It was time to give this little slut everything he had.

- "Now it's time...", he whispered contently, again into her ear.
"I'm going to enjoy this so much!"

He used all the force he had to sink deeper, feeling her deep
guts straighten out around the length of his shaft. She let out
animal-like groans of unbearable suffering now. With his cock
finally in to the root, he looked down at her back, wondering how
far up he really was, how much he was actually rearranging her
internals. She was a short girl... He had to be pushing all the
way through her belly by now, right?

Either way, he could pull out and drive himself all the way back
in. Her aching sounds intensified during the long strokes into
her stomach.

- "Mmmhhhh, that's so good...", he moaned. "Take it in the ass!"

The big man got up on his arms, leaning on the little girl's
shoulders, looking down at the wide-opened sphincter between her
smooth ass cheeks. His pubic hair mashed into her smooth ass over
and over, crushing her warm, tight body between him and the
plank. He tried to keep himself on the brink of orgasm, until he
couldn't take it anymore.

- "Aaaahhhhh!!", he screamed in release. "You're so hot! Your ass
is so fucking tight!!"

He slammed down one last time, as deep in as he would go, and
then his cock tensed up and started pumping out its second load
inside his little child whore.

Everything turned quiet. The boat was rocking after their fuck.
Sunlight was glittering in the waves. Once again, he was filled
with the calm that could only come from his balls being freshly
emptied into the most perfect pleasure aid known to man.

He looked down at the child. Nothing remained but a spent sperm
rag, and it was really getting about time to finish her off. He
had imagined this in some detail, spending days jerking off as he
made his plans.

With his cock still in her ass, Steve took the roll of tape from
the bag and tore himself a couple of large strips. After that,
he took his second cigar out, made a hole in the tape, and sealed
it around the wrapper of the cigar. Then he lit the cigar.

He stopped to taste it, caressing her body while he filled his
mouth with smoke. He enjoyed her stomach's occasional cramps of
pain around his cock, which was still very hard inside her.

- "Ok...", he said to her. "I'm actually going to give you quite
an expensive cigar now. It's a chance to enjoy something truly
special, at the end... something most people never get the chance
to try... If you're a clever girl, you might appreciate it!"

Steve ripped the tape from her mouth and forced her jaws open.
It wasn't really important if she cried out here, but he worked
fast anyway. She managed to get out a quick, croaking shout, her
arms making a few last desperate pulls at the nails in the boat,
while he stopped to make sure the cigar was actually in her
mouth, and then he sealed her lips with tape again.

She was breathing through her nose, and the cigar was sticking
out of her mouth, still burning between her lips. She was crying
more intensely now. He kept using tape, making sure everything
was air-tight and fitted. Then, he rolled up two pea-sized tape
balls and pressed them into her nostrils one by one.

This left her no source of air but through the cigar. Steve saw
the tip glow with intensity when the little girl inhaled for the
first time.

Half a second later, all his efforts were rewarded. Her little
body cramped up in coughing, squeezing him in a way no man had
ever been squeezed before.

He had done a thorough job with the tape, and the cigar stayed in
place. Every cough caused inhalation, leading to a new series of
even stronger attacks. It was an amazing experience. Her muscles
fought the escalating coughs, massaging him, pumping him to
stronger and stronger delights. Her face was flustered as her
body shook and trembled. Her face was streaming with tears. Her
feet and hands were pulling on the nails, but you could see that
the only result was punishment by pain.

Steve didn't fuck her. He didn't have to. He just watched his
shaft sticking into her almost all the way to the root, while her
body did everything it could to milk him.

- "That's it, baby...", he encouraged her. "Fight it! You're so
sexy right now... I love it!!"

He actually started to feel close to another orgasm already.
Spurts of old piss shot out again through her asshole, which was
cramping, squeezing his cock visibly, over and over. She had also
lost control of her bladder, urine spraying wildly from all over
her crotch.

- "Yeaahh!! Keep fighting, you little cunt!", he shouted. "You're
gonna make me come again!"

It didn't take long before the intense massage actually made it
happen. He sat still, watching her body convulse. The girl's back
hunched, and Steve touched her tensed-up spine. It seemed as if
she was in her death throes already. They were spectacular - so
violent that it amazed him she didn't rip her own arms out of
their sockets. Through cramp after cramp, her little baby ass
sucked and pumped his piss-wet shaft.

Steve came. He simply sat there and moaned in pleasure as his cock
emptied its last load of sperm inside his perfect cum toy.

When he was done, he leaned forward to stroke her hair. She didn't
notice. Her shakes were weakening now, and she had almost stopped
coughing.

- "It's all right...", he said soothingly into her ear. "You made
me orgasm again. I loved it... You can die now..."

The strong man pressed his mouth against her ear. He wanted her
life to end to the sound of his voice. He wanted her to know her
only real purpose in the world - up to the very last second.

- "Didn't you hear?", he whispered. "I want you to die now...
Come on, sweetheart... Die... Die on my cock!"

It didn't take to much longer before she slumped down on the
plank, drained from energy. Her body relaxed and gave up
completely.

He waited until he was sure she had stopped breathing before he
pulled out and got up. She hadn't finished her cigar, but he
decided she could keep it in her mouth to her grave.

He pissed one more time on the corpse. Then he made sure
everything was properly packed and took out the drill. Making a
hole in the boat was quick, and it surprised him how fast the
water came flowing. He simply had to hurry up to get the drill
back into the zip bag and leave the boat.

Still naked, he put the backpack on and slid into the water,
swimming away. Behind him, the boat sank into the dark, cold
water.

He was about to drive home to his wife and fuck her, thinking
about this dead child, on the bottom of the lake, and the
beautiful, hairless little child cunt and pulp-mauled stomach
filled with his sperm.

He loved that first orgasm in his wife's cunt, right after
raping a child.

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