Author: Paul Harggus
Title: Cody And Allison's Fifth Birthday
Summary: A kindergarten teacher is in love with one of her female
students.  On her fifth birthday, she conspires to show the
student how much she cares about her...and to punish her twin
brother.
Keywords: Fg, FMb, ped, viol, rape, ws, scat, snuff, kidnap

Cody and Allison’s Fifth Birthday
By Paul Harggus

Author’s Note: It should go without saying, but this is a
complete work of fiction.  It also contains explicit violence and
sexual abuse of children.  If you don’t like it, GTFO

Please let me know what you think at paulharggus@gmail.com.  I’m
57 years young.

Chapter 1 – Birthday Cake
	
If you had told me six years ago that the time and effort I’ll
spend earning a Masters in education will amount to a career as
the glorified babysitter of a bunch of Kindergarteners, I would
have laughed.  If you had told me how much I would enjoy it, I’d
have you committed.  I had always thought teaching would be an
exercise in the cerebral -- something very intellectual and
profound.   The reality is that it is more about forming an
emotional connection.  The joy of teaching, to me at least, is in
sharing in the fascination of a child’s discovery, and in the
pride taken in the impact I have in their young lives.

“MISS WARREN!  I WANT CAAAAKE!”

	
Of course, there’s also the times when they’ll drive you insane.
It amazes me how children possess both the sweet, lilting voice
of an angel and the shrill, piercing shriek of Satan himself.  It
was Cody’s birthday.  He and his twin sister Allison turned five.

“It’s okay, Cody.”  Said Allison, patting her brother on the
shoulder.  “Momma said she’ll be right back.”

Cody and Allison – Allie as the kids call her – are the most
polar opposite set of twins I’ve ever known.     I know it’s not
right for a teacher to have favorites, but Allie is just
so…adorable!  She has such a sweet face.  Sparkling brown eyes,
cute little button nose, all framed by her wavy, shoulder length,
strawberry blond hair. The most loving, kind, well-behaved child
I’ve ever known.  Anybody who meets her instantly wants to become
a mommy.  As I watched her comfort her brother, it was easy to
see why all the other children admired her as much as I did.  She
is everybody’s best friend -- the one they all trusted with their
little secrets, and the one they all wanted to spend time with.

Watching her play, I am amazed at her boundless energy and joy. 
My troubles get lost in her cute, giggly laugh and her bright
smile.  She’ll always run around the room at a frantic pace,
making time for everyone because they all wanted her to.  By
naptime she was completely spent; her soft, gentle breath
complementing a look of absolute serenity.

Throughout the day I’ll find any excuse to touch her.  I made her
the Line Leader, and so when the class went anywhere I would get
to hold her hand and stroke her palm softly.  I hugged all the
children, but with her I would somehow manage to embrace her just
a little bit longer, a little bit closer, and might even sneak in
a quick peck on the cheek.

All of these might seem perfectly innocent, even to an adult, but
at naptime, well…I just can’t help myself.  The sight of her all
tuckered out, sprawled across her yellow blankie as she sucks her
thumb and clutches her teddy bear is just too much to handle.  It
took a lot of experimenting, but I quickly learned what I could
do to her before she woke up.  As she lays down on her side, I
carefully take the bear from her arms.  Sorry Petey, but it’s my
teddy bear time. I curl up from behind, rest my head on her back,
close my eyes and just feel her breathe.  Gently caressing her
cheek, so rosy and supple, I’ll slowly run my fingers through her
hair, allowing it to fall over my face as I take in its youthful,
feminine scent.  I love to press my tongue lightly against her
earlobe, flicking, teasing, and working my way down her neck
planting kisses and drinking every delicious drop of the child’s
perspiration – savory, honey-sweet beads of sweat that melt in my
mouth and trickle down my throat.  I’ll slip my hand under her
shirt and slowly rub her tiny tummy, allowing every inch of her
young body’s warmth to pulsate through my own.  I want so badly
to dip a finger beneath her cotton undies.  I wonder if I can
make this little girl as wet as she makes me.  By the time our
nap is done, I’ve come over and over again.  I always end our
little session by wiping my panties on Petey’s fur, and returning
him to Allie’s loving arms.  Next best thing I guess.  It always
makes me feel good to watch her smell and rub the bear against
her face.   I know that if any of the kids wake up early it will
be the end, but in the moment I just don’t care.  Still, to hedge
my bets, I make sure to keep it very warm in the classroom.  More
heat means more sleep means more time with my little angel.

“BUT I WANT CAKE NOW!”

Cody is a different matter entirely.  He is a rude, disgusting
little booger eater.  He has a mess of straggly brown hair draped
over his dumpy little face. His eyes, a sickeningly pale blue,
hover pointedly over a perpetually sour, pouty mouth from which
spills noxious fumes (His mother says he brushes his teeth –
bullshit) and the ear-splitting outbursts such as today’s demand
for cake.

Nobody likes him.  Nobody wants to be anywhere near him because
he doesn’t bathe and he’s gross.  If he tries to play with the
other kids, they’ll say that he can’t play.  I love to watch as
the children laugh at him.  They even have a little song:
“Filthy, stinky, Coooody.  Filthy, stinky, Coooody” He starts to
cry and I send him to time out.

He’s a little piss-pants too.  Every so often he’ll come to me
whimpering about how he had an accident.  I know he doesn’t want
anyone else to know, so I’ll find Allison and I’ll whisper to her
that she needs to help Cody clean up.  People always seem to know
though; maybe I’m too loud a whisperer.

I cringe every time I see Allie help Cody.  Could she possibly be
happy having such a miserable little maggot as a brother?  To see
his chubby little face perk up from his sister’s loving care
fills me with such revulsion.  He doesn’t deserve to know her,
let alone sleep in the same room as her.

“Sorry it took so long everybody.  Who’s ready for some caaAake?”

The Birthday Mom came strolling in with an ice cream cake,
plates, plastic forks, and napkins.  “Finally.”  I thought.  “No
more crying.”

Allison ran up and gave her mom a big hug.

I hated Mrs. Johnson.  Every time I voiced concern about Cody
she’d dismiss me entirely.  I know she has no respect for my job,
and refuses to see fault in her little darling.  I remember when
she chaperoned the pumpkin patch trip.  While some of the
children selected pumpkins, others, including Cody and Allison,
ran aimlessly through the field.  Mrs. Johnson got quite upset at
Allison.  Apparently, this wasn’t “appropriate behavior for a
young lady.”  Fucking bitch.

The cake was very typical.  Chocolate frosting atop vanilla ice
cream with “Happy Birthday Cody and Allison!” in blue icing.  A
“5” candle completed the whole ordeal.  The kids lined up, Cody
and Alison in front, to get a piece.  Mrs. Johnson cut the first
slice and handed it to Cody.

“Here you go!  A nice big piece for my special little b—“

*BOOM*

Heads turned towards the noise, the door to the class thrust
violently open, and saw a man in a black ski mask.  In an
instant, he took out a gun and shot Mrs. Johnson dead.  Most of
her blood splattered onto Cody, and the cake was coated in red.

As the children screamed, some tried to find hiding spots while
others just dropped to the fetal position.  Cody just stood there
shaking.  The man approached the newly orphaned boy as his lips
quivered.  His mother’s blood poured into his open mouth. 
Towering over the child, he pressed the gun barrel to the temple
of Cody’s head.

“Where’s your sister?”

Cody had closed his eyes and was now trembling.  He was somewhat
aware that somebody had just spoken to him, but he had no idea
what it was that was said or how he was supposed to respond.

*CRACK*

With all his might, the man smashed Cody’s jaw with the pistol. 
Two of his teeth fell out, and blood began gushing from his lip.
As the boy was sobbing profusely, the man jammed the gun down the
kid’s throat.  The sounds of his pain were forced to give way to
loud gagging.  With every breath that didn’t come his arms began
to flail wildly as his eyes opened wide.  His ashen face turned
to purple as mucous poured out of his nose.

“Alright, Allison.  You have five seconds to come to me or he
dies just like your mother.  1…2…”

“NO!”

Allison came out of the bathroom, tears in her eyes.

“Get over here, girl.”

Allison looked at me.  There was so much fear in her eyes; I
couldn’t stand to look back.

“Just…do what he says.”  I choked out.

Her eyes dropped to the floor.  Slowly, she walked over to the
man and her bloody, bruised brother.  When she got to his side,
the man finally removed the gun from Cody’s mouth.  Through snot
and blood, he hacked, wheezed, and gasped for precious air.

“The two of you are coming with me.  Resist, and you’re both
dead.  If anyone tries to stop me they’re dead too.”

He grabbed both children by the hand and ran off.


-----

“How did it go?”

“The police questioned me.  I told them that I was in such shock,
I just froze up and didn’t do anything.”

“Good.  Do you think they bought it?”

“Of course.”  I smiled.  “I’m just the pretty young, teacher
slash babysitter.”




Chapter 2 – First Kiss


I looked over at the corner where Cody and Allison were gagged
and blindfolded. Cody was out cold, slumped over in his chair,
but poor Allie sat straight up -- her muffled screams as useless
as her struggling.  Her hands were tied together behind her, and
thick rope wrapped around her legs securing her to the chair. As
I approached, I noticed the tears streaming down her face.  I
removed her blindfold and saw that same look of fear from hours
ago.  I’ll never forget the moment when she first recognized me;
fear turned to confusion as her desperate cries became panicked
whimpers.  I took the gag off her mouth.

“ Miss Warren!  Please hel–“

I kissed her.  At last I was completely free.  Free to be with
her.  Free to love her.  She resisted, but I pushed her head
forward -- brushing her hair as my tongue entered her mouth.  It
felt so familiar somehow.  As I explored, painting each and every
inch of each and every tooth, I couldn’t believe I finally had my
lips around her bright, kissable smile.  There was something in
its unbridled happiness that always made me wanna just hold her.
Her mouth became wet with my passion.  Saliva dribbled down her
chin as I rolled my tongue along the roof, drew circles in her
soft, spongy cheek, and ensnared my tongue amongst her own as it
wiggled and jiggled about.   I love Allie’s taste.  At naptime I
was limited to itsy bitsy bites, but finally I could take in
every ounce of her succulent flavor. Sweet.  Creamy.  Fresh. 
Juicy.

With my free hand, I started rubbing my pussy.  As I slid my palm
slowly across my lips, I decided Allie needed a little more
tenderness.

“It’s going to be okay, Allie.  I love you.”


I kissed away her salty tears, drawing  light, gentle breaths
from her cute little dimples down to her chin.  When there were
no more tears, I started nibbling.  Her skin was so soft.  As I
dug my teeth ever so lightly into her velvety, milky-white neck I
was treated to the delightful scent that is a little girl – A
light, flowery, powder like smell.  It was intoxicating.  I took
my index finger and thrust it in and out of my vagina.  Deep. 
Fast.  My gentle nibbling became furious tongue-lashing as I
coated her face with my spittle.  I’ll never forget the sight of
her pretty, girlish face glistening as I looked deep into her
distant eyes.

I had to taste her mouth again.  I sucked her tongue and began
pounding my clit with my thumb.  As I melted into her juicy kiss,
I stroked my pussy harder and harder.  Something wasn’t right.  I
remembered our teddy bear time, and how good it felt to feel her
body.  I took my pants off leaving only my sheer, silk panties. 
I brought my hands up to her thin, lithe shoulders and gave my
sweet Allie a lap dance.  Grinding my pussy into her, I held her
tight as we sat there together cheek to cheek.  As we nuzzled
together, I whispered into her ear.

“You’re such a good girl, Allie.  My special little girl.”

I ran my hands down her back, over her bound hands, and went
under her shirt.  I dug my fingers into her cool skin.  I could
feel each vertebrae as I pressed my chest to hers.  I thought
about how good it will feel when our naked bodies are held
together.  Oh god, I needed to cum.

I found where her arms were bundled together and released them. 
As I looked closely, I could see how her left thumb was slightly
weathered.  I brought it to my mouth and began to suck.  It was
so warm and delicious.  As I continued to suckle this salty,
sweaty treat, I curled her other hand into a tiny fist and drove
it into my burning cunt.

“Oh god, Allie, sweetie!  Harder!  Yes!  I love you so much,
baby!  Oh god, I love you!  Allie, sweet baby! Ohhh!  OH GOD! 
YES!  I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!  ALLIE, OH GOD, I LOVE YOU!  GOD, I’M
GONNA CUM!  ALLIE, MAKE ME CUM!  BABY!  OH GOD, ALLIE, PLEASE,
MAKE ME CUM!  YES! OH GOD, ALLIE!  I’M GONNA CUM!  I’M GONNA CUM!
 ALLLLLLLIEEEEEE!”

And with that, I had the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life.
 I watched my juices flow down her arm onto Allie’s pink dress. 
I took her hand and licked it clean while I just sat there
holding her for a while, rubbing her arm as I smelled her hair.

After a while, I knew that I had other matters to attend to. I
took off my dripping panties and stuffed them into Allie’s mouth
before putting the gag back in.  I tied her arms behind her back.
  I kissed her gingerly on the forehead.


Cody was still out.  I remembered the sound of the gun hitting
his jaw -- that delightful crunch.  I reached into my pocket and
grabbed his baby teeth.  Rolling them among my fingers, I smiled
at the click-clack sound and the almost imperceptible bumps.

“I see you didn’t clean him up yet.”

“No, but I was tempted to.  I think the little fucker shit
himself.”

“Yeah, probably.  Shall we?”`

“Let’s do it.”

As hard as I could, I kicked Cody square in the chest.  The chair
toppled over, and his head crashed into the floor.   Cody woke up
and began bawling.  I knelt down, removed the blindfold, and
looked right at his hideous nose and his whiny, crying eyes.  I
spit on his face.

“Guess what Cody?  It’s time you had your very first bath.”

Chapter 3 – The Pain-Pleasure Principle

Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat.  I’m not some
kind of fucking faggot.  I love women.  With boys, it’s not about
love.  It’s about knowing that I have complete, unquestioned
control.  It’s about that moment when they realize there’s not a
single thing in this world that is out of bounds for me – the
more they hurt the better.

The boy was lying there on the ground crying.  I took the gag
from his mouth so I could better appreciate his torment.  If a
child cries because he wants something, say food or attention, it
tends to be this low pitched, trembling whine.  I prefer the
loud, shrill, anguished cry of a kid in pain.  In public, I’ll
try to “accidentally” make little kids trip.  It’s actually a
great way to pick up single moms.  I remember this one time I was
at a supermarket in Georgia.   This smoking hot blond had her
four-year-old son, and he was running amok.  Mom tried to keep
up, but Junior got away from her.  As he ran down the juice
aisle, I grabbed the back of his shirt, took his head and slammed
it against the shelf.  He starts wailing, and mommy comes running
to see me caring after her poor boy – the one whose head is
bleeding over her neglect.  We go to the hospital together, and
the doctor says they’ll know more in the morning.  She’s so
upset, she doesn’t want to be alone.  We fuck all night while the
kid slips into a coma.  I make her scream just like her baby boy.


We untied the boy and dragged him upstairs.  Steph put a pair of
headphones on the girl.  She insisted that she didn’t need to
hear what we were gonna do to her brother.  We got to the
bathroom and stripped him naked.  He had dried blood caked all
over his body, piss and shit down his legs.   He stood there
crying in shame as he tried to cover up his genitals. Steph
started teasing him.

“Okay, Cody!  Did you bring your rubber duckie?”

“Wait a sec, babe.  Why give a bath to someone so clean?”

I walked behind him, grabbed his hair and dropped him to his
back.

“Pin him down.”

“With pleasure!”

Steph knelt, with all her weight, on his chest.  The boy
grimaced.  I smiled.  I dropped my pants and shimmied my boxers
off.  Getting into position, I buried his face in my buttcheeks.
His nose and mouth tickled my asshole as he screamed and
struggled.

“Settle down, boy.  We’ve only just begun.”

I unleashed a torrent of warm, liquidy shit.  Believe it or not,
the smell was probably the least of his concern.  I had been
popping laxatives all day, and I knew that at that very moment
diarrhea was clogging his sinuses and seeping into his eyes as he
swallowed my dump.  I was starting to get hard.  After what must
have been a solid minute, I stood up to take a look at my dirty
work.  His entire face was covered in greasy, caramel-colored
stool.  He coughed it up as it bubbled out of his nose.

“Oh, poor Cody.”  Steph said with a giggle.  “Let me help you
with that.”

She stood up, and I held him down.  His body was breathing
heavily as I pressed hard into his rib cage.  From here, I could
smell just how much he reeked.  I watched as Steph started
washing it all away with her piss.    He tried to block it with
his hands but I pinned them down.  She took so much delight in
unloading on him, it was the hottest god damned thing ever.  I
didn’t even mind the splash.

After the last few drips drizzled down, we dropped him into the
tub.  It was all he could do to lie on his back panting and
spitting up brown all over his chest.  I made sure the drain was
closed and turned the faucet all the way to the left.  Before
long, steam rose up from the scalding water.  When it first
reached him, he scrambled to his feet and tried to avoid it by
standing against the back wall.

“Fat chance.”


I opened up the drain and turned on the showerhead.  I closed the
glass doors and guided the water wherever he went.  There was
nowhere for him to go where I couldn’t sear his flesh.  The doors
steamed up to the point where I had to rely on the sounds of his
desperate, hysterical screams.  He actually started pounding and
clawing at the door.  I knew it was only a matter of time before
he understood that I would never relent.  Not for a second.

This went on for three minutes until the hot water ran out.  I
opened the shower door to see the boy on his side curled up into
a ball.  His skin was red and raw.  I grabbed him by his arm, and
my touch alone had him howling in pain.  I tightened my grip, and
he burst into tears and started crying for his mommy.

“YOUR MOM’S FUCKING DEAD!”

I kicked him hard in the ribs.  I think I heard a snap.

“Don’t you remember?  I blew her brains out and stuck a gun in
your mouth.  Wait, here’s a reminder.  Open up, boy.”


I grabbed his hair and put my dick up to his mouth.  It was
pretty much completely hard by now.  He pursed his lips together,
as if he could possibly deny me what I wanted.  I pinched his
nose, waited for him to take a breath, jammed my cock down his
throat and started fucking his face.

Like I said before, I’m not a fag.  It’s more about the way I
make him feel then vice versa.  Before today, he never even
imagined he could experience such pain.  Probably never had to
deal with anything more then a skinned knee, but now he was being
raped.  Brutally.  Because of me he had that panicked look in his
eyes.  Because of me there was the retching gag that comes with
each thrust, as all of my eight inches are forced down his
gullet.  Once my dick disappears entirely into his mouth, I
withdraw slowly.  I tease him with the possibility of release
before slamming his head down and jerking my hips forward.  I can
see that at last he understands the gravity of the situation. 
Instead of his wide-eyed panic, his eyes are closed tight as he
tries to brace himself for what he knows is coming.  As my cock
got harder I picked up the pace.  My balls slammed against his
chin, and the tip of my head found the back of his throat.  I
could feel my penis sloshing in the little boy’s drool even after
the moisture in his lips and tongue was weathered away by my
thick shaft scraping furiously against them. I had my left thumb
forcing open his upper jaw.  Not only did it keep him from biting
down, but it was just one more way I could hurt the child.  After
what seemed like hours, I shot load after load of jizz down to
his stomach.



“That’s right, boy.  Your mommy can’t help you.  Take it all
down.”


When I finish cumming, I finally relinquish the boy’s mouth. 
Almost immediately, he starts vomiting a waterfall of blood. 
He’s on his hands and knees as the last of it comes out and he
starts dry heaving.

“Fucking faggot, slurp it up!”

I take his head and mush it into the syrupy, goopy mess.  I use
his face to smear the blood around the tub.  I can hear the
stickiness of it as I slowly lift him off the ceramic.  He really
did smell awful, I decided he needed to be cleaned up for real.

“Baby, I think we might need to actually give him a bath.”

“Ooh!  Let me!”

She stripped down and got in the bathtub.  I stepped out and
started to fill the tub with cool water.  She held him in his lap
and scrubbed his body with soap.

“Filthy, stinky, Coooody!  Filthy, stinky, Coooody!”

The cool bath had calmed him a bit, but that little song upset
him for some reason.  She lathered his hair with shampoo.

“Turn the shower on.”

“Hmm, I think I’ve got a better idea.”

I grabbed his neck and dunked his head under the soapy water.  I
remembered the first time I ever drowned a child.  I was at this
resort in Hawaii, and there was this twelve year old boy with his
family.  The problem was, he was never alone.  Finally, something
great happened.  He met a girl his age, and they became friends.
I could tell he had a crush on her, so the next time he went
swimming I left a note on his towel.

“Bobby, my family’s leaving tomorrow but I don’t wanna go without
saying goodbye.  Meet me under the boardwalk after your patents
go to sleep but don’t tell anybody.  Sarah.”

Too easy.  We had some fun that night.  You haven’t lived until
you’ve heard a young boy cry as you slice his back with broken
glass then force-feed him bloody sand while sodomizing him.   For
the grand finale I dragged him, bound and gagged, by his foot
down to the clear, blue ocean.   From moonlight alone, I could
watch him thrash about wildly as I held him under by the
shoulders.  It felt so good to know how desperately he needed
air, yet each gasping breath burned his lungs from the inside. 
His struggling died down, and I knew he was finally dead when the
bubbles stopped.


I didn’t want to kill this one, so I only risked five seconds or
so.  Even in that timespan, I learned the difference between
drowning a five year old and a twelve year old.   Bobby at least
put up a fight., this one could barely mount a resistance.  I
couldn’t even see his bubbles through the suds.  Useless.

“I think we gotta step it up.”

“Yeah?  Like this?”

Steph bit down hard on his left ass cheek.  I could tell his skin
was still very tender by how sharp his scream was.  As her teeth
continued to clamp down, she started punching his wrinkled penis
and testicles.  I knew right then that I was gonna marry this
girl.

I met her at a PTA meeting; those things are like a buffet for
me.  Steph was asking for a vote on more naptime for the
Kindergarten class.  A mom, the boy’s mom, thought that this was
absurd.  The way the two argued I could see that it was personal
for Steph somehow, and the more I listened the more one thing
became clear: She hated her son.  Nobody else picked up on it
because nobody, least of all parents, suspects that anybody can
hate their precious children.  I caught her after the meeting and
told her how rude that other parent was.  I’m sure I could have
fucked her that night, but this was different.  Over the next
couple of days, I listened to her vent about the boy.  I steered
the conversation that way.  I wanted to learn more about her
anger and whether she was willing to do something about it.  At
first, I couldn’t put my finger on why she hated this boy -- this
one in particular.  Then I went down on her.  And she called me
Allie.

The boy’s sister?  She was so embarrassed.  She refused to
explain herself, and I knew I was on to something.

“Listen, children have a way of making us leave our guard down. 
I’m sure all teachers care about their students very much.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Stephanie, please, you can trust me.”  I looked into her eyes
and stroked her palm with my finger.  If you make it seem like
you’re doing it absentmindedly it sends a signal that you truly
care about their happiness.  I could feel her resistance melt
away.

“It’s more then a teacher-student relationship.  I…love her.” 
Oh.  This was good.

“And Cody?”

“I can’t explain it, but every time I see his face I just get so
irritated.”

“I know how you feel.  One time another boy pushed Mark off the
swing set and just walked away.  I knew he was just a child, but
seeing him hurt my boy was infuriating.  The thing is…I did
something about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I waited until his mom wasn’t looking, and I pushed him to the
ground.”

“Did it help?”

“Absolutely.  Seeing him cry made me feel proud.  It felt like I
was showing my son just how much I cared about him.”

“I could never get away with that, I’m never alone with him.”

I couldn’t believe how well this was going.  I thought it would
be another two months at least before I could have this sort of
discussion.  Was she ready to just go for it?

“So we’ll get him alone.  We’ll kidnap him somehow and bring him
back here.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah!  Why not?  Haven’t you ever wanted to give in to your
urges?”

My words were getting through to her.   She was considering it.

“Allie.  We’ll take her too.”

So we made our plan, and now I was watching her bloody knuckles
pound his balls.  I finally found the Bonnie to my Clyde.  I
couldn’t wait to show her the tricks of the trade.

“You know, children have very brittle bones.”

I took his left thumb and bent it back until I heard it snap. 
Their facial expressions tell me even more than their screams. 
As I wear a child down, their lungs and throat can only produce
so much but body language never lies.  If it’s a lasting pain
such as a bite or genital mutilation, a child tries to hide from
it.  Eyes close tight.  Lips curl in.  They think they can
escape.  That’s when I do something like break a bone and watch
their eyes open wide and they scream loud – or at least try to. 
The boy rose to the level of moan at best.

“See Cody?  This is why we drink our milk!”

“Hey Steph, check this out.”

I laid him on his stomach, took his left arm, stood on his
shoulder blade and pulled until it dislocated.  I dropped his arm
and it fell limply to the ground.  This type of injury has the
benefit of the pain it causes at first and the pain they feel if
they try to move it.  Steph took her turn, and the boy now had
both shoulders dislocated.  As he lay on his chest, I saw the one
part of his body that had been left alone.  Unfortunately, I
wasn’t quite ready for that yet.  I think I knew just the trick.

“Hand me the knife,  dear.”

I turned him over.  I sat down on his pelvis, crushing his
genitals as my semi-erect penis laid across his chest.  I held
the knife to his throat and smirked as he turned his head away.

“Sorry boy, not done yet.“

He wasn’t obese or anything, but he did have more fat on him than
most five year olds.  I started making deep cuts in his belly. 
He managed to scream for these, and I did begin to get hard.  As
I looked into his eyes, I thought I saw a hint of pleading
through the tears.  Clearly, he still needed to be taught his
place.

“Honey, hold his head.”

I brought the knife to his left ear and sliced it off.  He
flailed and kicked, but Steph held on tight while I carved myself
a trophy.  I love running a blade through little boys.  The
tactile sensation of the knife piercing through their skin, the
tearing sound as the greatest pain they will ever know lets the
child know that they are worthless and unloved.  I like to walk
around shopping malls with a knife concealed in my hand.  I look
at all the young boys, even toddlers and infants in strollers,
and envision slitting their throats, stabbing them over and over
again in the neck and chest.  Mothers and fathers cry as they
watch their babies drop to the ground in the bloody throes of
death, but it doesn’t stop me from going to the next kid, looking
him in the eyes and smile as I slaughter him.  They love their
sweet, young child so much but not nearly as much as I love to
kill them.

I cut through the last of the connection and took off his left
ear.

“You want the other one, babe?”

“Mr. Cody Potato Head!  Let me!”

I let her have her turn.  Even through his crying and screaming,
I thought I could hear the sound of his cartilage being shredded.
 By the time it was lopped off, I was ready.  I bent him over the
sink and started railing him up the ass.



As I began to pound his little boy asshole, grabbing him by the
hips and pushing hard as I impaled him on my dick, Steph took the
knife and started carving up his face.

“…and C is for Cody!  D is …”

As she bled the boy, he had spasms and clenched tight around my
cock.  I used the sensation to get bigger as I penetrated deeper
and deeper.  I tore him apart.  His upper body flapped around
like a ragdoll as I slammed him down over and over again as he
cried out in pain.  Blood leaked out of his anus as I drilled his
asshole with my throbbing cock.  It wasn’t enough.  He needed to
feel more pain.  I told Steph to hold off for a second.  I
carried the boy, my cock still buried in his intestines, over to
the stone coffee table.  I resumed thrusting into him, but also
smashed his head hard against the corner of jagged rock.

*SLAM*

His forehead cracked as blood trickled over the bridge of his
nose.  I was completely inside him, my pubes rubbing against his
anus as I repeatedly drove the kid’s skull down into the table. 
I had never in my life seen a little boy in so much agony; I knew
I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Steph!  I think it’s time!”

She broke into a devilish grin and squealed with delight.  The
two of us wrapped our hand around his neck and began to throttle
his throat.  We squeezed so tight that he could only make a
gurgling sound.  Initially, his ass squeezed my dick hard, but I
could feel the grip loosen as his life began to fade away.  I
bent his head back so I could look into his eyes.  I wanted him
to see the face of the man who cut his time short.  He needed to
know that it was me that spent the last moments of his life
dominating and abusing his frail body.  He had to see that I live
for maiming and torturing children like him.   We kept on
strangling the boy.  Cody.  His name was Cody.  I took that from
him like I took everything else from him by brute force and
cruelty.  I think the last thing he felt was me shooting inside
him.  Cum leaked out of him as I milked every last drop down his
cavity.  As my dick began to shrink, I pushed him off and he fell
to the ground.  Dead.

My dick was wet with blood, cum and shit.  I looked over at Steph
who was eyeing it with fascination.

“Let me take care of that.”

She knelt down on his corpse and cleaned me off with her mouth. 
I tried to get hard, but I just couldn’t manage it so soon after
giving the boy his sendoff.  Still, she was good to her word. 
She sucked and licked me dry as I patted her head and gave her
words of encouragement.

“ You earned this.  Now you get to go through each day
remembering how much you hurt him and how good it felt.  I’m so
glad I could share this moment with you.  I love you.  We’re
gonna do this again.  We can do anything.”



Chapter 4 – Love Conquers All

I don’t know what it was, but something about the way his dick
just stood there covered in Cody’s juices made it crystal clear
exactly what we had done.  It was beautiful.  He was gone, and
now Allie was all mine.  Tom looked over at me, and I knew that I
had to thank him.  He really was a very tender man.  I know that
what just happened was more about the frustration of a bitter
divorce and custody battle.  He would never hurt me, and he would
never hurt Allie.  Allie – I was dying to see her again.

“Honey, I’m gonna go see how Allie’s doing.  Why don’t you take
care of him?”

We were prepared.  Tom had an uncle who dealt with roadkill
removal, and so he knew how to mix sodium hydroxide with water to
get rid of Cody’s remains.  He threw Cody and his clothes in the
bathtub and I went back downstairs.

I really did feel bad about my poor baby girl, but I needed her.
I knew she would understand.  She would see how much I loved her,
and she would learn to love me too.  I ran down the stairs to see
her sitting still in her chair.  With trembling tears, she was
trying to sing through my panties.  I think I recognized “The
Itsy Bitsy Spider”.  It always was her favorite.  I went over and
removed the headphones, gag, and blindfold then started to untie
her..

“It’s okay, Allie.  I’m here.”

“I heard Cody.”  Her voice was a quiet shiver.  “Why do you want
to hurt us?”

“I’m not going to hurt you.  You’re safe, please believe me.”

“You hurt Cody.”

She wasn’t supposed to know, but she heard everything.  Then
again, I thought, how much did she really hear?

“I tried to stop him.  I didn’t know he was going to hurt your
brother.”

“Why else would he take us?”

“Because everybody has a need to be with somebody they love.”

“But isn’t that just for grownups?”

“Some adults feel an impulse, a need, to be with children.  It
doesn’t mean they want to hurt them, they just want to share
their love with them.”

“Is that why you hold me at naptime?”

The color left my face.  I couldn’t breathe.

“Allie…I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay, I always thought it was nice.  You smelled so
pretty.”

She…liked it?  All this time?

“Honey, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?  Afraid that I’d be mad?”

“No!  Afraid that you’d stop!  You’re my favorite most pretty
teacher, and your hands are so warm and soft against my belly.  I
like it when we hold hands, and when we’re close together, and
when you make kissies.  I never thought anything could feel
better until today.”

“Today?”

“When you kissed me in the mouth.  I didn’t know what to think! 
Momma would kiss me before, but this was different.  All the
other times you made me feel so good, but this time…it made me
feel special.”

“I thought…you seemed so frightened.”

“I didn’t know what to think!  I didn’t know what I was supposed
to do.”

“Do you want me to show you?  I can teach you how to kiss
somebody to show you that you love them.  Because I love you.”

“Really?  I wanna learn.”

“Just close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

As I closed my eyes, I dove into her pretty pink lips.  Her soft
mouth was closed tight until my tongue insisted its way through
and they drew apart ever so slightly.  She was so nervous, but
with every moment we languished together her resistance melted
away.  In her own time, she opened up and was kissing me deeply.
As always, she was eager to learn and I did all I could to guide
her.  It was intimate on a level I never could have imagined,
feeling her explore, watching her discover, and just plain being
there for her the way she was always there for me.  I know how
hard the whole experience must have been for her, but this was a
moment apart.  I opened my eyes to see hers closed in
concentration.  She wanted to do it “right” – to make me feel as
special as I made her.  I had to let her know how much she meant
to me.  I held her hand in mine, squeezing it tight as I
continued to inhale her sweet, warm breath.

I leaned into her and placed her delicate hand on my breast.  Her
palms were wet, and her tension was palpable through her shaking
arms.      I breathed deep and let the steady rhythm of my warm
chest rising and falling in the gentle grasp of her fingers
focused and relaxed her as our kisses became softer and I began
to lift up her shirt.  The pink satin slid across her sweaty
stomach, clinging tightly to her body as I brought it over her
head to get my first look at my baby’s bare body.

“Damn Steph, that’s fucking hot.”

I looked over to see Tom standing at the foot of the staircase. 
Allison crawled behind me and curled up in the fetal position.

“Baby, don’t worry about it.”  I whispered to the frightened
child.

“Tom.” I did my best to look stern and confident.  I’m not sure I
managed it. “I thought we agreed that I would be alone with
Allison.”

“Well, I promise I won’t touch her.  Can’t I at least watch?”

I looked over to Allie as she buried her head under her arms.  I
wanted to tell him no, but was that really a good idea?

“Alright, fine.  At least hide so she can’t see you.  You won’t
get a good show otherwise.”
“No problem, babe.” His boyish smile twitched as he gave me a
quick kiss on the cheek. “Have a good time.”

I bent down and picked up Allie, cradling her in my arms as she
trembled from adrenaline.  I kissed her naked belly and brought
my hands beneath her skirt, feeling the outline of her pussy
through her cotton panties. I pulled against the elastic
waistband and explored the outside of her lips and hairless
mound.  She began to calm down as my touches ran alongside her
inner thighs.  She began to part her legs, opening her body up to
me and inviting me to show her love and pleasure.

I placed her down on the big leather couch.  She smiled as her
skin sank in to the cool, firm softness.  It was that same smile
I had always seen when it was time for recess, perfect childhood
innocence.  I dropped to my knees and pulled down her panties. 
She was now naked, save for her skirt.  I lifted the skirt up
over her chest and stared at her pussy.  It was completely bald,
obviously, but her lips were plumper and fatter then I had
expected.  I ran my fingers over her slit and she giggled. I
could see her tiny clit resting over the narrow opening of her
pussy.  I gathered saliva in my mouth and spit on her clit as I
brought my mouth down to suck and lick.  The squirming little
girl moaned as the tip of my finger pressed against the bottom of
her lip, rubbing and scraping inside of her.  I felt a tiny
amount of her lubrication squirt against my digit.  I smeared it
around her vagina as her deep breaths and groans of meekly
painful delight overtook the little girl.  Her juices continued
to seep slowly, and she was soon moist enough that I risked a
second finger.  My middle and index fingers slid hard and fast
into her wet pussy as I flicked her clit. Allie’s head rocked up
and down as she screamed in ecstasy at my every motion.  I was
pressing against her cherry, and I knew I was about to break
through.

“Allie, honey, this might hurt a little.”

I felt her hymen give way and Allison cupped her hands over her
mouth as she yelled in pain.  I thought the humility was cute. 
With that out of the way, I drove deeper and deeper into my
little baby.  Her cries grew throatier along with heavy, labored
breathing.  She was getting close.  I grabbed her hips and
started eating her pussy.  My little girl’s warm, young cunt
smelled lovely like freshly baked bread.    She was so wet, I
slurped her sweet cum into my mouth where I savored its
delicious, creamy taste.  It melted into my tongue, I licked the
flavor from my teeth and lips but I could never be satiated.  I
stroked her hips as she purred, arching her pelvis forward
towards my hungry mouth as I licked her bucking vagina clean.  I
reached for her smooth ass, massaging the silky cheeks with my
palm.  Her tremors intensified as I brought Allie to a screaming
orgasm.  Waves of girl cum splashed my face as I drank my baby
dry.

I watched Allison as she closed her eyes, letting the moment sink
in as her sweat-drenched body breathed in and out.  She was so
beautiful, so pretty and wonderful.  I crawled on to the couch
and held her as we snuggled together.  I kissed her neck and
embraced her, our naked bodies pressed together in warmth and
comfort.  She was still shaking as she pressed her face into my
breasts, my hand on the back of her head as I rubbed her legs.  I
loved her so much, I wanted to hold her like this forever.  I
felt her lift her head, and I met her eyes as she looked up at
me.

“Miss Warren, will you be my new mommy?”

The poor kid.  It was such an earnest expression of a child’s
innocence.  Her pleading eyes brought me down to reality as I
thought about what I had really done to this girl.  She lost her
mother.  I killed her brother, her twin who she must have loved
like I love her.  Tears began pouring down my face, as I saw
Allie look sadly back at me.  She brought her left hand up to my
mouth and offered me her thumb.  I opened my lips and she placed
it my mouth so I could suckle.  I held her fist in my hand as she
started sucking on her other thumb.  We looked into each other’s
eyes and we knew that one thing would always be true.

I’d be there for her.  She’d be there for me.

“Oh my god.  Steph, you have to let me share.”  Tom stood over
us, naked with a large erection.

I pushed Allie’s thumb out of my mouth. “No.  Tom, I love her.  I
thought you didn’t even like little girls.”

“I never used to.” He had a panicked look in his eyes. “This
isn’t fair, Stephanie.  I shared the boy with you.”

I looked at Allie, and she looked away from me.  She tried to
fight it but a tear ran down her cheek.

“It doesn’t matter.” I stood up and looked him in the eyes.  “I
won’t let you hurt her.”

Tom laughed.  “No!  I wouldn’t hurt her.  I’ll take her mouth,
and I’ll be gentle.  It’s just this one time, honest.”

I looked him up and down.  It was useless, I knew I had no choice
in the matter.

“Fine.  I have to go to the bathroom.  Do you promise not to
touch her until I get back?”

“Okay, whatever.”

Allie was curled up on the couch, her face buried in the
cushions.  I went over and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, Allison.  Everything’s gonna be okay.  You have to
trust me.”

The girl said nothing as I walked out of the room.  As I made my
way through the halls, I thought for the first time about the
future.  What was I supposed to do now?  Should Allison “escape”?
 I wanted something from the kitchen.

I came back to the living room.  I was pleased to see Tom was
good to his word.  Allison remained on the couch while he leered
at her.

“Tom.  I’m back.”

He looked over at me.  I raised the pistol and fired two shots
into his chest.

As he dropped to the floor, I walked over to Tom.  He lay there
motionless on his stomach.  It was a shame.  I really did owe him
a debt of gratitude for what he taught me.  What he showed me
about myself.  I put a bullet in the back of his head.


Chapter 5 – Now What?

I looked to the couch where Allison had sunk even deeper into the
couch, her hands covering her ears.  I put the gun down on the
table and headed to her.

“Allison?”

She couldn’t hear me.  I tapped her on the shoulder, and she
screamed.  She leapt off the couch and started running of the
room.  I grabbed her and hugged her tight.

“Allie, honey.  It’s me.  It’s over.  He’s gone.  You’re safe.”

She was quaking in fear but as I held her close and assured her
she would be safe, the message eventually sank in.  Allison
calmed down and I let her go.  She just stood there and stared at
me.  I looked back at her and saw something in her I had never
seen before.  Anger.  Rage.

“Miss Warren.  Why?”

How could I possibly explain to a child sadism and murder?

“Allie.  Did you love your brother?”

“Yes I did.  Why did you do that to him?”

“If somebody asked you to do something, something bad, but it was
for your brother’s best, would you do it?”

“Well…I guess so.”

“I did it because I love you.  I did it because you and I are
meant to be together, and it was the only way.”

“But…how could you even do that?  I could never do that
somebody.”

“I thought the same thing.  You’d be surprised at what you could
do for the people you love.”

“I couldn’t.  I know I couldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?  What if I showed you how?”

She looked at me with surprise.  I couldn’t believe I said it
myself, but the more I thought about it the more it turned me on.

“Allison.  We need to leave right now.  We need to go somewhere
where nobody knows us.  Maybe someday I can teach you, but we
have no time.  The thing is, if you never want to see me again,
I’ll understand.  Do you want to come with me?  Do you want to
learn,”

Allison looked down at her feet.  It was the most excruciating
moment of my life as I waited for her answer.  She looked up at
me, still with anger in her eyes.

“Don’t leave me Miss Warren.  I want to learn.”


The End









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