I couldn't believe what I was seeing. On the stage, a small light had flickered on; there was
the female, strapped to a huge "X". Her hands and feet were tied tightly to the wooden X, and she was crying, loudly. Her mouth was forced open by a dental device, her jaw open farther than I ever thought it could have been. The males approached from front and back, each with a plastic whip that was about a foot long. They began, in unison, to whip the female, both front and back.
She screamed long and loud. The whips flew about with such speed that they were impossible to see. After almost 5 minutes of this, the males stopped, the whips falling to the stage. The males stepped aside, and the light went up a bit.
There was 7 of us in the place, and we all sucked in our breath as we saw the damage done to the female. She was cut and bruised all over. Whip marks on her chest, tummy and legs were bleeding. One boy moved the "X" around, and I noticed for the first time that it was on wheels. Her back and ass were even worse than her front. Cuts that appeared to be very deep in her tender, white flesh leaked blood which was slowly dripping down her body. The 7 men in the audience, myself included, had been masturbating to the carnage. Now, the two males spun the female to the side, and we watched, breathlessly, as they knelt down. Together they dipped their right hands in buckets of greased and each used one hand to enter the female. One slipped into her ass, the other into her cunt.
Again, she screamed, much differently than before. I heard the fellow sitting closest to me grunt with his orgasm, but I held back until the girl wailed one last time and then passed out. The males kept fist-fucking her anyways.
Was that short little show worth the $100.00 I paid to see it? Sure, after all, all 3 of the performers were just 5 years old.
That's right; 5 years old. Welcome to the KinderGarten.
Chapter 1: My last days begin
I had been a nice, normal person all my life. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke, and I didn't loose my virginity until I was 19 and engaged to be married. I drove the speed limit, and I try my best to help everyone every day.
Then, after 2 years of wedded bliss, I found out that my wife was cheating on me with her boss at work. She was sleeping her way to the top. I divorced her. The months drug on and finally nearly a year after I discovered her being unfaithful, the divorce was final. Then, within a month of the final papers being signed, my parents died in a car accident, leaving me without the solid foundation I had built my life on, my loving and caring parents. They had, however, left me financially well-off. Then, less then six months after the funeral, my doctor came to me with the news.
Cancer. The big "C". A kind that there isn't even a treatment for, yet. I had 6-10 months to live. I decided then and there that life had kicked me around enough. I decided to go out with "style". I began to drink, smoke and I partied with hookers. I found that the "meat and taters" sex I had with my wife was boring and lousy compared to the real thing. I did it with other guys, in groups, with toys and every way I could find. Then, a guy I met at a party, who noticed me ogling a cute, young-looking 18 year old girl at the party. She teased me a bit, and I whispered in her ear, and the two of us disappeared upstairs to a dark bedroom for the next 45 minutes. Afterwards, the girl bounded over to the guy I had talked to and introduced me to her daddy. Turns out the girl wasn't 18, but 14. They invited me to there place. There, we shared his 14 year old daughter for a whole weekend. She wasn't afraid of me a bit, and she really liked getting fucked by both of us at once. At the end of the weekend, late Sunday, the man's wife and their younger daughter, who was 11, came home. I motioned to his younger daughter and made a gesture like she was sucking me and the man nodded his head "no" and I left. That was the start of my obsession with under-age sex. And my desire for younger and younger girls didn't stop there. In fact, it just got more and more out of control. I knew that there was no way back, that Friday afternoon.
I was in the park on a Friday, watching the kids play on the slides and things. I sat on a bench, and a woman struck up a conversation with me. I pretended to be watching my kids, even yelling at two kids who were getting ready to fight over a toy. She just assumed I was a regular guy. No, I am now far from "regular". She asked me to come over for dinner that night, and to bring my kids so we could all get to know each other. I agreed.
At 6pm, I showed up, wearing a large backpack. Summer, the woman's name made me think of hippies, let me in without a word about were my kids were. Then she looked me up and down and laughed, "What's in the backpack?" I smiled at her, pulled the tazer gun out of my pocket and said, "Toys." I shot her and she hit the floor after taking about 3 steps toward me.
I quickly subdued the woman's three children: Amanda, a bright and inquisitive 6 year old; Tommy, a cute 4 year old boy, and Tracy, the baby of the group. Tracy was barely 3 years old. All three of the kids were blonde and beautiful, just like their mommy. In the master bedroom, I nailed large hooks in the wall, and hung the three kids by leather straps wrapped around their wrists. I tied Summer to the opposite wall, the same way; except that I secured her feet as well. It was almost 8 PM when I had everything ready. The children and their mother were all gagged, and the windows had been covered with dark cloth so no one could see in. I broke open a bottle of smelling salts under Summer's nose. The children were already crying, and as she came to Summer looked at her naked children and knew something horrible was about to happen. All four of the bound figures were totally nude.
During the two hours I had a lot of fun slowly stripping the kids clothes off. Amanda was tall for her age, her little nipples already beginning to show signs of womanhood. They had responded quite nicely when I rolled them back and forth between my fingertips, and I made them stand out a little more after suckling on them for a few minutes. She hated me touching and licking her body, but she hated it even more when I forced her to do the same to her younger brother. Tommy was cute, as most little boys are in that girly sort of way. He looked like a smaller version of Amanda, except for the inch long cock and tiny ball sack that hung down between his legs. I played with the tiny penis in my hands until it was hard, about an inch and a half long, and I could feel his balls had instinctively shriveled up inside of him for protection. His nipples too got hard as I sucked them. Finally, Tracy was the cutest of them all. So small, so perfect. Her body was still every bit a baby, but I was able to get my finger worked into her tiny, tight cunt-hole, up to the first knuckle. she squirmed when I did this, but didn't cry. I couldn't wait to try to get my hard cock worked into the tiny hole and get all 8 inches of my thick cock inside the baby girl. The kids all were whimpering the whole time I stripped and sucked and licked them, but they didn't start really crying until they were hanging by their wrists and I dragged their mother's unconscious body into the room, and shut the door.
Lastly, I had stripped Summer. Nice tits, sagging lower body and a snatch that was kind of hanging open, but that was to be expected for a woman who had given birth three times. Most of all, I was looking forward to raping and torturing her children while she watched, and then giving her the choice of letting a couple of them survive. A kind of "Sophie's Choice" kind of game. I couldn't wait to get my dick into the baby's tight cunny as well.
Now they were hanging on the wall and crying, all of them. Summer was screaming obscenities into her gag, and also pleading with me not to hurt her children. I pulled up a stool from the kitchen and sat in front of her, looking at her eye to eye. As the 3 kids continued to cry, I talked to the woman in a low, quiet, calm voice. "I am going to rape your kids. You can't stop that. I have nothing to loose. I am dying, of cancer, and there is no cure. You just struck up a conversation with the wrong man in the park today. Now, I am going to remove your gag, but if you scream for help, or yell at me, I'm just going to make it worse for you. Now stay quiet and speak only when you are spoken to" I ordered her.
As soon as the gag was off, she started to beg and yelled, "Oh, please, please don't do this. You have children too. Take me to another room and you can do whatever you want to me...no!..." she was cut off as I put the gag back. "Damn, bitch! What makes you think I really have kids of my own, or give a shit about yours! You weren't ready to listen to me were you? Well, maybe if I cut off the boy's dick and stuff it down your throat that will shut you up!"
I grabbed a knife from the dresser, where I had all of my "toys" laid out, and approached the hanging boy. He screamed, understanding the full meaning of what I had just said. I turned back to Summer and glared at her. "Going to be good?" I sneered. She nodded her head. "Am I in charge?" she hung her head low but nodded "yes". "Are you going to willingly offer me the chance to rape your children in order to save their lives?" I glared at her, holding the thin, flat knife out at her. She nodded, just a bit.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Saturday, August 2, 2003