Author: Daddy Walker
Title: One in a Million
Keywords: Mg nc rape anal tort ws snuff

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One in a million


It was on a car trip with my wife and children late last spring,
and it was my first real day off for months. I had been caught up
in work-crap for ages, and suddenly I was free. The sun was
shining, and I had beer in the cooling bag. We had rented a cabin
up in the region where my wife's mother lived, and we were on our
way up there. 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
football field on the way up to the cabin. There was a little-
girl team in afternoon practice, and I found myself staring at
them as we drove by, with my cock swelling in my pants.

Over the coming days I had to take every chance to lock myself
in the bathroom and jerk off into the toilet bowl, imagining their
slender little bodies squeezing me. The level of liquid wasn't
constant in this toilet, like in the common water-trap kind that
I'm used to seeing over here. With this one you simply filled
the bowl up before you flushed. My fantasies kept getting worse,
and each time when it was over, I watched my sperm sink through
my 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, but I
could fix it from here, and maybe it would be better for everyone
if they left earlier.

There were no protests. Everyone were packing happily right after
dinner.

I drove them all off in the morning, and on the way back I could
feel my heart beating harder. It was still before lunch. I had
almost 48 hours alone in the cabin. I didn't have much of a plan,
but I had my computer, and inside the computer bag I had my
favorite sex toy of the last years, my electric shock gun.

In the afternoon I arrived at the exact same football field that
we had passed on the way up. 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.

I spent about an hour in the woods, finding my way between the
track and the nearest road. 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 a few of them were even moaning.

It took almost three hours of waiting, nurturing a steady boner
out of the open fly of my pants while I watched the fuck meat run
by. I wanted it bad by now. The lucky winner didn't know it yet,
but she would get to experience all the greatest pleasures in
life tonight. She just wouldn't be the one enjoying them.

I knew who she was at the very moment when she came running
around the corner. It was this beautiful little girl, with long,
straight, black hair, wearing a tasteless red and black training
suit. Her face was thin, and very determined. I found out later
that she was only ten years old.

For a hesitant second or two, I kept waiting for someone to come
following her.

After another intense few moments, I was back in the forest,
carrying her unconscious body over my shoulder.

I guess I will never find out what she was doing out there. Maybe
she was the local football princess, dreaming about a future on
the womens national team. Maybe she just enjoyed running as much
as I would enjoy fucking her.

Half an hour later, I stopped the car by the roadside to pick her
up. I walked quickly out towards the brushwood where I had left
her skinny little body taped up. She was still there, and I felt
a victorious rush as I looked up, and saw that I could get her
into the car without anyone noticing.

It was past sundown before she was lying on my kitchen table. I
had silenced her with a strip of silver tape over her mouth, and
her hands were taped around her back. She was lying on her
stomach, and her legs were short enough to dangle freely over the
table edge. Her upper body reached across half of the table, and
the other end of the table was up against the wall under the
window.

She was smaller than I had first thought, just between 4 and 5 feet
tall. But you could see signs of puberty waiting to kick in. Her
hips were slightly wider than the waist, and there were hints of
tits under the sweater jacket. She couldn't have been more than
months away from her first little pubic hairs. I had checked as
soon as I could after I caught her, sliding my hand down her
panties, finding nothing but a soft, bald little baby cunt,
waiting for my cock.

I could see that my erect shaft would be about as thick as her
ankle, and about as long as her entire lower leg. It would
literally be like a third leg to her, prying apart the joints
inside her smooth, delicious candy-crotch.

The lamp was shining down on her like a spotlight from above, and
she was lying there staring at the closed curtains of the window
in front of her. 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, feeling my cock grow.
I grabbed the pants and pulled them 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, exposing the cleavage
between her asscheeks. The cunt looked as tight as I could ever
have imagined. When I first laid my eyes on her immature little
fuck slit I felt a twitching inside my jeans, like a dog had just
caught the smell of its prey.

With my hands back on her ass, I began working one index finger
slowly down through the asscrack, playing with her, enjoying the
stickiness of her sweat. At the same time I let my swollen shaft
out of my pants and 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 fuck-pole next to her body I
could understand her. It was difficult to believe that it could
be done, but I was about to have the pleasure of showing her how
you did it. It would be the last thing she ever learned.

There was no point in wasting any more time. I picked up my knife
and shredded the last clothes from her body, and then I got naked
as well. With a sprouting erection, I walked over to get the
vaseline.

When I started lubing up her little rape-slit, she began kicking
through the air in protest. The time had come to hold her down,
but one free hand was enough to finish, and then aim my cock-head
towards its target. I held still against her fuck lips for a
second, letting them welcome me with a soft 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 head
squeeze through the moist, tight warmness.

I tried to be careful at first. She had tensed up, with a look of
intense torment on her face. She made almost no sounds. I could
feel the tissue of her fuck walls straining harder and harder
around me as I pushed deeper. After an inch or two, something
inside her gave way, and there came a sudden, tortured cry from
her taped mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved
forward, brutally working myself in until I met her bottom.

I looked down at the screaming slut. The opening of her little
cunt 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 body. It felt
perfect, pulling her towards me with every thrust. She was
crying 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 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 on the table surface, taking it without any resistance. In the
end I gave her a last, hard push, jolting her little body, and
then I shouted down in pleasure, with my cock cramping inside her
baby cunt, coating her walls with sperm.

After I got up she stayed staring with empty eyes towards the
curtains, acting almost as if she wasn't there. She looked so
beautiful, so small and innocent.

I took the precaution of taping her properly 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, but then she
ended up working it out 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.

The whore hardly reacted to the intrusion of my finger into her
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, she
seemed to be in surprisingly good shape.

After eating it was time to fuck her ass, but the beer had run
right through me, and I needed to take a piss. In the bathroom I
had the great idea of the evening, but now I'm getting ahead of
myself.

After leaving the toilet unflushed, I returned to bring some life
back into my little fuck doll. She seemed to have fallen into an
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 against
the arc of the foot. I heard a nervous whimper, and that was all
it took to make my cock start to grow. Then I drove the fork all the
way into the bone. She let out a desperate cry, and I just dropped
her and stepped back 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.

I walked up behind her, put my rigid shaft against her defenseless
asshole, and pushed. Her sphincter resisted at first, but when I
had forced the entire opening an inch or two into her ass, I felt
the tension break, 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, perfecting my experience.

I leaned up over her and told her that she was a great little
rape puppet. Then I lay down on top of her warm body, driving
myself deeper inside, grunting into her ear. She kept crying
helplessly below me.

After a while I felt her asscheeks touching my crotch, meaning
that her tiny 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. After a while I stood up again, and
put both my hands on her head for support, pushing it hard into
the table with my weight. By now I was pulling half my cock out
and punching it back in, making my crotch smack against the
parted butt-cheeks. I listened to her howling through the tape
while I worked up my rhythm.

A minute later I was lying collapsed on top of her, breathing
and licking into her ear while I came, emptying my balls into
the little bowel clinging around me.

...

I could have kept her for another day for sure, but when midnight
had passed, I figured that I might as well keep going. I would
have the entire next day to catch up on my sleep.

I spent a good quarter of an hour on simply breaking her fingers,
one by one, slowly, making sure there would be no scratch marks
today.

When I was done, I was in the mood for more of her muffled
screaming. My eyes fell on the lighter by the window. I held it in
front of her eyes and asked her if she was afraid of fire, but she
simply stared blankly back at it, almost as if she wasn't really
there.

I continued to move my hand down to her crotch, just an inch below
her slut lips, and I held still there while I began jerking off.
Reality must have caught up with her, because she started to groan
in an anxious voice. I asked her if she was ready, and she began
shaking her head vigorously.

When I lit the lighter the groans turned to screams. I focused on
keeping the lighter hand still, fisting my rock hard cock. After
a few seconds something between her legs began sizzling, and then
I started tracing the flame up and down her slit. She was
screaming like a little slaughter piglet now, and her neck was
cramping until the entire head was shaking. Through it all you
could hear the cooking cunt. After a while, I felt the smell of
roasting baby pussy 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
my piss into the toilet, completing an evening of hard drinking,
filling the bowl up to about a couple of gallons. 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, even when I put her down on her back on the
floor in front of the toilet. I sat down between her legs, lifted
them over my shoulders, and held her in place. There was a
straight view down to her sore looking fuck lips. They were red,
and there were even crisps of black around the edges.

I moved my cock down past the burnt cunt, and positioned myself
against her ass once more. She was softened up, and as I pushed
this time, the little 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.

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 used my hand to help drive her head down into the piss.

The tepid liquid rose up around her. In the end there were three
or four inches of piss between her face and the surface.

There was a moment of tranquility, but then a few bubbles escaped
her nose, and you could see her lose control and open her mouth
wide. Her chest moved, and the level of piss sank a little in the
bowl. The room was strangely quiet, but her body was tensing
around my shaft. She was fighting against the hand that I still
held around the bottom of her jaw, and under the surface you
could see her choking and swallowing.

I was in control, and all I had to do was to slide my cock in and
out in long strokes. After a while my thrusts made her head start
thumping in rhythm against the toilet bottom. She was squirming
heavily now, spreading her legs wide and pressing her crotch up
against me, trying harder and harder to escape. Every once in a
while, a few more bubbles of air came out of her face.

In total, she spent about a minute fighting for her life. As she
grew more still the surface settled, and by the end I could see
her clearly. 

Her mouth opened wide, making a last attempt to breathe, and a
final look of strange surprise came to her face. Another short
series of bubbles left her nose, and then I felt a spray of her
warm piss against my stomach.

The bitch was finally dead.

I 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 pressed it down her
throat.

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

I fucked the slut so hard that in the end her skull was pounding
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 spent a moment wondering 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,
after all.

I came.

...

It was a busy night. I buried her in 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 safe, at least unless that global warming
business turns out to be for real.

Sometimes I think back to the moment by the track when I first
saw her. She came running like she had something to prove back
there. Like she wanted to be noticed in some way.

At that moment, she had no way of knowing how she would end up.
Maybe it would at least have been a consolation to her, to have
known that she would be thought about after she was gone. Maybe
a few last, desperate shards of her dreams could be considered
realized now.

If she could only have heard the quiet, sloppy sounds of cocks
being stroked and cunts being fingered out here.

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