Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Never Trust a Daddy
Keywords: Mg nc rape anal tort ws snuff Msolo

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(This story was once called "One in a Million")


Never Trust a Daddy


It happened on a car trip with my wife and children late last
spring. It was my first real days off for months. I had been
caught up in the usual work-crap for ages, and as always, when
it comes like that, vacation hits you so fast that you can't
actually believe it's real. I tried my best. The sun was out,
and I had beer in the cooling bag. We were on our way to five
days in a rental cabin up in the region where my wife's mother
lived. The car was full of commotion, but I was floating on top
of it all in a state of complete inner peace.

I suppose it really started at the moment when we passed a
little-girl football team in afternoon practice just a few hours
before the cabin. I found myself staring at them with my cock
swelling in my pants, feeling a sudden desire that no amount of
beer, sunshine, or healthy good old wife-sex could ever satisfy.
I don't think there was any turning back after that point.

Over the coming days I took every chance I had to lock myself in
the bathroom and jerk off into the toilet bowl, imagining slender
little bodies all around me. At first I was actually trying to
masturbate it all away, feverishly tugging at the skin on my hard
shaft until I shot my load, and I would be able to go out to face
my family again. It never helped for long. Most of the time
outside the bathroom I couldn't even carry out a straight
conversation without drifting into thoughts of my cock, plunging
into a warm, helpless cunt.

The toilet seemed to be part of some kind of special system for
the cabins. The bowl was made of metal, and there was no water in
it. You simply filled it up from empty as you started, and then
you emptied it again with a big swoosh when you flushed. My
fantasies grew worse for every time, and each time when it was
over, I watched the sperm sinking through my warm piss, and I
wondered just how long I would be able to keep this up.

Three days before we were leaving to go see Grandma, I decided to
tell my wife that something urgent had come up at work. It was
something I could fix from here over the computer, and maybe it
would be better for everyone if they left earlier.

There were no protests. Everyone was packing happily right after
dinner. They hadn't noticed enough of my strange behavior to
think twice about it, and now I had time enough to fix it before
they ever would.

I drove them all off in the morning, and on the way back I was
hit by a final, almost all-overpowering arousal. I was breathing
shallowly, feeling my heart beating harder and harder. Most of my
energy was spent fighting a desire to free my cock from the pants
right there, in the middle of the road.

I didn't want to let myself loose yet. I was going find myself a
little bitch, and I was going to save it all for her. I had almost
48 hours to myself in the cabin, and I would make it an experience.
There wasn't much of a plan, but there was an electric self-defense
stun gun, which I practically always carry somewhere in my luggage,
with just this sort of emergency in mind. The little thing is
practically built for men in need to deliver themselves from
relentless hard-ons like this.

In the afternoon I arrived at the same football field that I had
passed on the way up. After some looking around I found a
running track through the forest connecting to the sports
center, and decided to move the car to a crowded parking in
town, before I walked back out there. At that point, I still
wasn't sure if I could get what I came for here, but even if I
didn't, I would have an entire day to go back and come up with a
better plan.

I spent about an hour in the woods, finding my way between the
track and the nearest road, and then I sat down looking out over
the sunlit track from the top of a slope. At first things were
slow, but when late afternoon came, they started dropping by,
one after the other. At one point, there was a new pair of tits
bouncing by every ten or fifteen minutes. The little fuckbags
were sweating, breathing heavily, and moaning.

I was horny beyond any normal point of self control now. The only
thing that kept me from shooting my sperm right there in the
grass, was the thought of saving it until I found someone to help
me get true relief.

It took almost three hours of waiting, nurturing an almost
constantly swollen boner out of the open fly of my pants while I
watched the fuck meat run by. For a short period of time it
seemed like I had been waiting forever. Then this beautiful
little girl came along, all on her own. She had long, straight,
black hair, and wore a kind of tasteless red and black
children's training suit. Her face was thin, and very determined.
I found out later that she was only ten years old.

Within half a minute, I was back in the forest, carrying her
unconscious body over my shoulder.

I guess I will never find out what she was really doing out
there. Maybe she was the local football princess, dreaming about
some sort of future on the womens team. Maybe she was just on a
diet, trying to look good for people that she would never see
again. Or maybe she simply enjoyed running as much as I would enjoy
fucking myself into her innocent, sexy little body.

Half an hour later, I stopped the car by the roadside where I had
left her taped up and gagged. She was still lying in the brushwood
where I had hid her. It wasn't until that point that I bent down
and first slipped a hand in under her pants and panties. The little
baby-face stirred and mumbled in protest, but I found a perfectly
soft, hairless little baby cunt, waiting for my large shaft.

It was past sundown before she was lying on her stomach on my
kitchen table, facing the window. I had silenced her with a strip
of silver duct tape over her mouth, and her hands were taped around
her back.

She was smaller than I had first thought, just between 4 and 5 feet
tall, but you could still see signs of puberty waiting to kick in.
Her hips were slightly wider than the waist, and I had seen hints of
tits under the sweater jacket. Right now her pants had scooted up
to reveal some calf-skin, and her little ankle seemed to be about as
thick as my erect cock would be. The hard organ would literally be
like a third leg to her, prying apart the joints inside that smooth,
delicious candy-crotch. I wondered how many of my 7 1/2 inches I
could press inside her, before her soft bottom was all stretched
out.

The kitchen lamp was shining down on her like a spotlight from
above. She seemed too scared to move, or to make any kind of noise
besides loud breathing through her nose.

I caressed her ass through the sweat pants, enjoying the swelling
in my crotch. I pulled her pants all the way down over her knees,
and then I returned my hands up to the soft, white cotton panties.
I started working the hem down, revealing the cleavage between her
baby asscheeks. When I first laid my eyes on her immature little
slit there was a twitching inside my jeans, almost like a dog had
just caught the smell of its prey. Her little child-cunt looked
just as small and tight as I could ever have imagined.

With my hands back on her ass I worked an index finger slowly
down through the asscrack, playing with her, enjoying the sticky
feeling of her slutty sweat. It was time to let my swollen cock
out of my pants, and then I started to jerk off, making my
intentions clear to her. She was making attempts to scream through
the tape now, and looking at the size of my erection next to her
body I could understand her. It was difficult to believe that this
could be done, but I would have the pleasure of showing her how
flexible she could really be.

I undressed, grabbed my knife and shredded the last clothes from
her, and then walked over to get the vaseline.

When I started lubing up her rape-slit, she began kicking
through the air in protest. I held her down while I finished with
one hand, and aimed the head of my cock towards its target. I
held still against her soft fuck lips for a second, letting them
welcome me with a kiss.

Sometimes it's especially difficult to get inside a small cunt
when you bend them over like that. It's probably something with
the angle. It makes them even tighter. I prodded her for a few
seconds, looking for the spot, before I finally felt my tip
squeeze through the moist, tight warmness.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. I watched in
fascination as the top of my rigid fuck-shaft opened up that
bald, puffy little baby-cunt.

Her entire body immediately tensed up. She made no sounds, but I
could see her face from the side as she was lying there, and her
eyes were closed tightly now, in a look of intense torment. I was
going slowly at first, feeling the tissue of her fuck walls
straining harder and harder around me.

After I had pressed forward an inch or two, something inside her
gave way, and there came a sudden, tortured cry from her mouth.
This was too much for me, I couldn't bring myself to hold back
any longer, and I shoved, brutally forcing myself in until I met
her bottom.

I looked down at the screaming little thing. On some other night
I could have felt sorry for her if I had seen her in a state like
this, but right now I was really only interested in hearing her
cry to the pressure around my cock. Every whimper from her mouth
made me feel better.

Her opening was almost impossibly stretched around my fat shaft,
and I was still only a few inches in. I grabbed her hair to fuck
her harder, and then I began driving myself into her. I was
pulling her as hard as I could towards me with every thrust. She
was screaming constantly now, but her inner walls were gradually
loosening up to accommodate me. I tried to hold my hand over her
gag to keep the noise down, in case some random passer-by would
hear something, but as the onslaught progressed it became
impossible to conceal the slamming of the table against the wall.

By the time I felt my orgasm building, she had faded away and
turned almost silent, with rivers of tears running across her
cheeks. I had dropped her now, and stood leaning on my arms
above her. She just lay there, taking it without any resistance.
In the end I gave her a last, hard push, and then I collapsed on
top of her, shouting down in pleasure while my cock coated her
sweet vaginal tunnel with sperm.

After I got up she stayed staring with empty eyes towards the
curtains, acting almost as if she wasn't there. I took the
precaution of taping her thoroughly to the table, and then I
grabbed a beer and started making some dinner. She started to
sob while I was over by the stove. At one point I was almost
about to go over there and make her blow her nose, since she
sounded like she was about choke herself to death. It might have
been interesting to see, but I was pretty sure I would come up
with a much better use for her death. She ended up working out
this situation on her own somehow. I think she swallowed.

I sat down by her side and ate in silence, with her ass right
next to me. Soon I was circling her wrinkled hole with my finger
tip. The little slut hardly reacted to the intrusion of my finger
into her warm anus. I began playing around inside her while I
chewed my food. When I pulled at the rim of her asshole, my sperm
leaked out of her cunt, dripping down in a wet, pink puddle on the
floor. There was just a hint of blood tainting it, but other than
that, my little slut fuck seemed to be in surprisingly good shape.

After eating, the beer had run right through me, and while I watched
my piss filling up the toilet, I was hit with a realization about
how this evening had to end. I was filled with an eagerness that
made me almost unable to keep my cock down to hit the bowl. I spent
a moment trying to imagine it to myself, and I decided that it would
probably work better than anything I could have planned for.

But before we get to that point, my stiff, horny cock had some more
exploring to do inside the sweet girl-body.

I left the toilet unflushed, and returned to bring some life back
into her. She seemed to have fallen into some sort of almost
catatonic state.

I grabbed the fork and knelt down behind her. Then I took her
left foot in my hand and pressed the teeth of the fork softly
against the arc of the foot. I remember hearing a nervous whimper
that brought my cock to attention, as well as a smile to my lips.

I pushed as hard as I could, driving the fork all the way into
the bone. She let out a desperate cry, and I just dropped her and
stood up. It was quite a sight. She was twisting and kicking for
all that she was worth, but the fork stayed firmly lodged in her
foot.

So I just stepped up behind the bitch, put my now rigid shaft
against her defenseless asshole, and pressed. Her sphincter
resisted at first, but when I had forced the entire opening an
inch or two into her ass the tension broke, and then the puckered
ring slid out into view again, wrapped around my cock-skin. There
was a muted cry of genuinely unbearable pain from her lips.

Leaning up over her, I told her that she was a great little rape
puppet, and then I started licking her ear, grunting into it. I
lay down on top of her warm body, driving myself deeper inside
while she cried helplessly below me.

After a while I felt her asscheeks touching my crotch. I had
imagined this sensation for so long. The tiny slut body was taking
me all the way up through the belly, and I was mangling her soft
organs through the stretching intestine.

I worked up my thrusts, and as I got closer to my release, it
felt like she relaxed a little around me, and I had to give her
longer and longer strokes. Before the end I stood up again,
putting both my hands on her head for support, and pushing it
hard into the table under my weight. By now I was pulling half
my cock out and punching it back in, making my crotch smack
against her parted butt-cheeks. I listened to her howling through
the tape while I worked up my rhythm.

Half a minute later I was lying collapsed on top of her once
again, breathing and moaning into her ear while I emptied my
balls into her bowel.

...

I kept her until well after midnight, but I really spent most of
that time drinking beer and filling up the toilet. I needed to
regain my strength, and it felt good doing it in the sofa,
watching her from a slight distance, while I tried to imagine
what the last look would be on her dying face.

When the time came, I spent a good quarter of an hour on simply
breaking her fingers, one by one, slowly. Her screams were a
perfect warm-up, but I also needed to make sure there would be no
scratch marks tonight to explain when all this was over.

I guess I could have agreed that I had gotten what I needed at
that point, but I happened to really be enjoying myself, and I
decided that you can never get enough warm-up when you're about to
murder someone for a better orgasm. So just as her groaning
subsided after the cracking of the last finger-joint, my eyes fell
on a lighter by the window, and I quickly figured I would see if I
couldn't squeeze some last screaming out of her. I grabbed the
lighter and held it up in front of her eyes, asking if she was
afraid of fire, but she simply stared back with glossy eyes,
almost as if she wasn't there at all.

I continued to move my hand down to her crotch, to see if I could
get the reaction I was looking for. I held still just an inch
below her slut lips, while I began jerking off. Reality must have
caught up with my little fuck doll, because she started to groan
again in an anxious voice. I asked her if she was ready, and she
surprised me with a strong reaction, shaking her head vigorously.

When I lit the flame her groans turned to shouting. I focused on
keeping the lighter hand still, fisting my rock hard cock. After
a few seconds something between her legs began sizzling. She was
really screaming like a little slaughter piglet now. Her face was
red, and her neck was cramping so hard that the entire head was
shaking. I started tracing the lighter up and down her messy
slit. You could hear the cooking pussy through all the noise she
was making. After a while, I even felt the smell of roasting baby
cunt filling the cabin.

There couldn't have been a more perfect time to end the little
bitch.

I dropped the lighter and walked over to dump a final stream of
piss into the gallons that were already in the toilet. Then I walked
back, cut her loose, and pulled her over to the bathroom by her
broken fingers, making her walk slowly forward on her own. Her eyes
were bloodshot and filled with tears, her face was swollen from
crying, and a river of snot was running across the tape over her
mouth.

She didn't resist me, not even when I put her down on her back on
the floor in front of the toilet. I simply sat down between her
legs, lifted them over my shoulders, and held her in place. There
was a straight view down to the burnt, sore looking slut lips.

Moving my cock down past the reddened cunt, I positioned myself
against her ass once more. She was softened up, and as I pushed
this time, the slippery shit-tube simply swallowed me up. When I
was properly buried inside her bowels, I wound her hair around my
hand and lifted her body. I turned us towards the toilet, and put
the back of her head down on the edge of the bowl. My little baby
fuck had finally come to the end of her road.

I got up on my feet in a crouching position, lifting her still
impaled ass with me. I told her to take a deep breath, and before
she had time to react with anything more than a shocked stare, I
reached down and ripped the piece of tape away from her mouth, and
then I pushed, guiding her head down into the bright yellow piss
with my hand.

The tepid liquid rose up around her head and my arm. In the end
there was three or four inches of my urine between her face and the
air.

There was a moment of tranquility, when she just looked right up at
me in surprise, as the surface settled above her. Then a few bubbles
escaped her nose, and you could see her lose control and open her
mouth wide. Her chest moved, and then the level of piss seemed to
sink in the bowl. The room was strangely quiet, but her little body
was tensing around my shaft. She was fighting against my hand, and
under the surface you could see her choking violently and
swallowing, one time after another. Her arms started flailing
around, but the only effect was that her broken fingers were
striking across the muscles of my chest, caressing my thick chest-
hair.

All I had to do was to slide my cock in and out in long strokes.
After a while I could hear my thrusts making her head thump against
the bottom of the toilet bowl. She was squirming heavily now,
spreading her legs wide and pressing her crotch up against me,
struggling harder and harder. Every once in a while, a few more
bubbles of air came from her face.

She spent about a minute fighting for her life before she gave up.
As she grew more still the turmoil on the surface settled, and by
the end I was happy to find that I could see her face clearly
again. I stopped my movements, staring straight down from above,
waiting for her moment of death.

The last thing she did was to open her mouth wide once more. A
final look of bewilderment came to her face, another series of
bubbles left her nose, and then I felt a short spray of her warm
piss against my stomach.

The cunt was finally gone.

I soon got her out and put her down on the floor. Pulling my cock
from the loose ass, I turned towards the head, and then I grabbed
her face and spent a few seconds emptying the mouth from fluid. As
a last precaution I twisted her jaw until it dislocated with a
crack. I put my cock in between her lips and simply pressed myself
down her throat.

I leaned forward and moved my hands to her ass, getting ready for
the final, long awaited release. I worked a pair of fingers from
each hand into the dead shitter and pulled, stretching the tiny
opening to its limits. Then I lay down on top of her, and
surrendering to a last temptation, I closed my mouth over her
barbecued cunt, and let loose completely.

In the end I fucked the little slut so hard that her skull
started making crushing noises as it pounded against the floor. I
grunted into the dead pussy, sliding my tongue between the
swollen, roasted cunt-lips. The bitch was salty, and I thought I
could notice a hint of grown woman cunt smell. I wondered to
myself if she had actually responded to death by lubricating.

When my orgasm started to build, I sunk my teeth into her
whore-flesh. She turned out to be a prime piece of fuck-meat, in
every possible way.

...

It was a busy night. I dug her down into one of the hundreds of
bogs around the area. I can't imagine anyone else finding their
way out into a mosquito-hole like that, so my guess is that her
bones will stay safely buried and unvisited, forever after.

I managed to end a satisfying vacation with my family, behaving
just like a good Daddy should. A few days on your own really do
miracles for your relationships.

Sometimes I think back to my little kill-toy. To me it actually
seems pretty likely that she wanted the same things from life as
we all do these days. She probably just wanted to be known and
loved by as many people as possible.

And when you think of it like that, it's really too bad the
little fuck-hole can't hear the quiet, sloppy sounds of cocks
being stroked and cunts being fingered out here now.

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