Tales from the International Convention on Child Discipline
Written by Sam T Sleaze
The paper on the wall in dad's den look's like this:
As a member of ICCD, I agree to the following:
1. Children are, by design, created by their parents for two reasons. One, to re-populate the earth and two, for the direct sexual pleasures of their parents. One's offspring is chattel. Children belong to their parents as property. Children are to be used by their parents for the parents own sexual pleasures. This can include, but is not limited to: sexual intercourse, slavery, bondage, sadism, body modification, nullification, bestiality, and necrophila.
2. Children should be willingly shared to any other ICCD member, as long as that member understands and agrees to your specific rules and limitations for your offspring. Children should be encouraged to share their bodies with each other, as well as interested adults.
3. Children shall be taught the rules of being ICCD children, and MUST be taught from birth never to speak of sexual acts outside of ICCD group members. If a child seems to have difficulty with this, a trained therapist can be assigned, and in extreme cases, a child may need to be put down.
4. Age of Accountability. A child reaches the age of accountability when: a female completes her first menstrual cycle or a male first ejaculates when reaching orgasm (ejaculate does not have to contain sperm). When a child reaches this age, special consideration should be given to teaching the child about their responsibilities and benefits as members-to-be in our worldwide organization. By the time a child is 13 years old, they should be married. Married in the eyes of the ICCD, not by legal statues in your country, unless applicable. All females MUST be pregnant by age 14, or a ICCD surgeon will be assigned to investigate the female's medical history and/or problems.
5. Disclosure. Disclosing the existence of the ICCD is forbidden, without the approval of a level 1 member. Six months after a new, adult member is sworn in, they will be reviewed by the BOARD. A child becomes that members sole responsibility.
6. Meetings. All member and their families MUST attend at LEAST one ICCD sponsored weekend/week long event once a year. New rules, new techniques, etc are introduced and shared at these events. Children's development is also recorded.
7. Death. In the event of a death of a child (intentional or unintentional) your level 1 member attendant MUST be notified immediately. If you need help in developing a cover story, getting rid of a body, etc we can help. DON'T attempt to fabricate a story or contact the authorities without help. See appendix a "Jon-Rene Ramsey Incident" for more details.
8. Because we believe children are one's own property, there exists a wide extremes of personal beliefs within our organization. Some parents never use their children for sex, other's have snuffed dozens for their own amusement, and all forms of sex and recreation in between exist. We do NOT force parents to have sex with their children, NOR to we disavow members who deny sexual pleasures for themselves. We do not discriminate in this way, and members must not discriminate either.
I understand all of what is written above, and now sign this document in my own blood, thus sealing my allegiance to the ICCD, and guaranteeing my behavior and the behavior of my offspring in the guidelines set forth above.
Dad's red blood drips down from the signature line, but his name is clear. Mom's name is right next to it. I lucked out though. My parents aren't "hard-liners" like some of the ICCD members. Dad's never fucked us boy's until we were old enough, and they were never that harsh with us when it came to BDSM. It was all pretty light stuff. Pete and Ricky (my brothers) and I attend public school. We have a pretty normal life. Well, for kids of ICCD members at least. I don't think too many of my classmates at school sit at the dining room table shoveling in food with one hand and jacking off their cock with the other. Or maybe they do.
Chapter One: Family Love!
I opened the fly on my underwear, the only thing I was wearing at all. Around the house, my brothers and I seldom wore much more. My half-hard cock flopped out, and my dad smiled at me. I was standing next to my brother, Pete, who is exactly 1 year older than me (by three days!). Dad said, "Hands at your sides; ready...set....go!"
Pete and I began to furiously beat our own cocks. It was a race, the same kind of race we had every night after dinner. I usually lost, but sometimes won. It was a race to see who could cum first. Winner gets to fuck mom, loser gets fucked up the ass by dad.
For about a year, Pete and I had been forced into this contest every night after dinner. Since just before I turned 11 and could finally shoot cum, I was "hands on" for anal sex from Dad, Pete, Uncle Frankie, my cousins Chuck and Bob, and pretty much all of their friends. My younger brother, Ricky, was 10 now, and dad checked him often by giving him a hand-job complete with a finger in the ass and lots of lube, but Ricky just couldn't shoot yet. Dad said he was like me. I could cum since I was, like, 7, but didn't start to shoot a load until I was almost 11.
"Ah-ahhhhh!" I groaned, shooting first. Pete gave me a dirty look, knowing that in a few moments he would be face down on dad's bed with dad's huge 9 inch cock inside of his body. I'd be in my room, on top of mom, fucking her as hard as I could. Dad leaned over and licked my cum from my hand and wrist, and from my cock and balls. "Nice job, Sam" he said, "have fun with your mom tonight, do her good. I don't want any complaints from her. "Has she ever complained?" I asked, and he laughed and said, "Well, no."
Pete shot his load about then; he told me much later that night he had fucked two girls at school that day and knew that he had traded that fun for a night of anal-pain, but that it was worth it.
I pulled up my undies and went to watch TV with Ricky until my came to get me. Dad put a leather collar around Pete's neck and pulled him toward the bedroom. Dad was pretty rough on us when he fucked us, but that was okay as it got us ready for the different kind of sex that other guys (and girls) forced on us.
My mom and dad were part of a large organization known as the ICCD or the International Convention on Child Discipline. The group is world-wide, and a lot of well-known pedophiles are members. Their membership in the ICCD is kept very secret, so even if they get busted by the cops and put on trial, the ICCD never comes up. In Amsterdam a few years ago, a 9 year old boy and his 12 year old sister came forward and agreed to give the cops information about the ICCD. The were "disappeared" before the cops could learn anything, thanks to a Judge who was a high-ranking member. All kids in families that are part of the ICCD know and fear them, and obey the rules no matter what.
I have an older sister, Maggie. She is 13 and living with another family. Her "husband" married her when she was 11, and they live in an apartment next to his family in another state. My sister has had two babies so far, and is preggers again. When we got together at the ICCD campground about two months ago, I got to de-flower my own 6 month old niece. That was pretty cool. Pete is turning 13 in a couple of weeks, and he is going to marry a nice little 12 year old girl that he made friends with at ICCD gatherings. Her family fully supports their relationship, as they must as per the ICCD rules. I'm looking forward to next year when I get to marry a girl and get a place of my own too!
My mom is pregnant again. After Ricky was born, she was told by the doctors that she couldn't get pregnant again, due to some kind of damage to her insides. Last year, our doctor, also a ICCD member, went to an international doctor's convention and heard about an operation that could fix mom. She went for it, and she and daddy fucked three times a day for almost a month before she got preggers again. Dad is in a really good mood about it, as he always regretted not having a daughter to fuck. Pete, me, and Ricky all took turns when we were younger getting painted up like little whores and wearing wigs and girls clothes when we blew daddy, just so he could pretend he had a baby girl. Now, he was going to have two. Mom was preggers with twins, and they were both girls.
Mom didn't like being pregnant though. It meant that when I (or anyone else) fucked her, they had to kind of take it easy, even though she likes it so very hard. My show was just over when mom popped her head into the room and tossed me my collar and leash.
Most of the ICCD kids wear their collars 24/7. Mom and dad trust us boys enough to let us go to public school (nearly all ICCD kids are home schooled, and nearly all are "christians"). So, us boys only wear our collars for sex and stuff, or when we go out to ICCD events. I put my own collar on and clipped the leash to the brass ring in the front. I went to my bedroom, where mom was waiting for me. I passed mom and dad's bedroom and I clearly heard the pained grunts of my older brother as he took it up the ass.
Mom was naked and lying on my bed. She was drooling pussy juice already, as she fingered herself and beckoned me toward the bed. I jumped up on my bed, and ate mom's pussy for the better part of an hour. Finally she rolled over onto her big belly, and I slid my rock-hard cock into her pussy. I fucked her, nice and rhythmically, fairly hard, and I got her off three more times before I came inside of her. I didn't even have to wear a rubber, since I couldn't very well get her preggers.
She thanked me by sucking my cock clean of her pussy juices, and then she told me to get ready for bed. Ricky and I sleep in the same bed. We always have, our whole lives. And this night, just like every other one I could ever remember, he fucked me, and then I fucked him. The we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I don't know about other kid's whose parents are members of the ICCD, but I fell pretty damn lucky to be an ICCD kid! Good-night, all!
Chapter Two: Three Holes, Three Fists!
The light was nearly blinding to the young girl, but that was intentional. Her father knew that if she really saw how many people were watching her tonight, she just might freeze up. He had been training his 10 year old daughter for this moment all of her life. Tonight, on the eve of her 10th birthday, Janice's father, mother, and oldest brother were all going to insert their hands into her body -- all at the same time. It was the families yearly trip to the Moscow ICCD festival, and this was their entry into the "family physicality" event. Each family entered provided some kind of physical activity (almost always sexual) and the judges voted on the most perverse family of the year. The most perverted family gets a trophy, and a free trip to the Brazil festival the following month!
Janice wasn't nervous at all. She knew that she could do this, even though she hadn't ever done it before. Sure, she had been fisted in all three holes before, but never at the same time. She had been fucked her whole life, in fact she had no memory of ever not being fucked on any particular day. Any day of her life she could clearly recall being fucked by her father, one of her brothers, uncles or cousins, or maybe even by her mother with a strap-on dildo.
Janice knew that the weakest point for her was the throat-fisting. She had been taking a fist up her ass since she turned 9, and up her cunt for the last six months, but down her throat was pretty new. She was good at it, but was glad that her father had accepted her request that it be her brother Chuck who throat-fisted her. Chuck was only 14, and he was tall and skinny and his hand and wrist were thinner that even her older sister Wendy's and she was a year younger than Chuck.
Janice knew that her father was going to fist her ass, and her mother her cunt, that was fine with her. She also trusted Chuck -- trusted him quiet literally with her life. A few moments too long without air and there just might be no coming back.
Janice's body was massaged and oiled, and lube was applied everywhere with her mom concentrating on lubing her ass and cunt. He father got her on her back and he knelt down at the foot of the table and gently massaged her open, floppy-lipped anus before inserting his fist.
Janice could take this, of course, after all this time, but it still hurt like shit and she screamed and cried every time. This was no exception. The audience loved hearing the 10 year old girl wail as her dad wriggled his arm around, getting a better position to fuck her. Her mother soon followed with her fist; she slid right into Janice's loose-as-a-goose pussy. Yes, no one could mistake poor little Janice for a virgin, that was for damn sure. Once both mother and father starting working their fists in and out, and Janice's screams had died down to low guttural moans, Chuck came forward.
The 14 year old was nude, and his 7 inch cock stood out in front of him like a flag pole pointed the wrong way. He absolutely loved doing this to his sisters, and it was literally the first time he would be doing Janice.
He lubed her throat-hole by helping her gulp down some castor oil. Janice hated the taste, but it was good lube and tasted better than her father's shit that she was forced to much on once a week. Chuck stood over his little sister, his hard cock poking her shoulder and readied himself.
"Do it boy, do it" encouraged his father. Janice closed her eyes and tried to remember everything she had been taught. She concentrated on the words her mother spoke to her:
"First a few words of precaution and safety. The soft tissue of a human throat is delicate and sensitive, just like your vagina. Many vital functions flow through and around it. Your father will always have your safety in mind. Throat Fisting is far more dangerous and intimate then more common forms of Fisting, treat it with respect. To fist a throat the hand must pass through the mouth. Your jaw can open only so wide right now, so be prepared to spend time relaxing and loosening the muscles to allow a more comfortable insertion.
You will swish and swallow lubricant as well to be safe. Your father will never go too deep, especially if your mouth or throat is tight. Getting stuck is a nightmare and can easily injure you. And most importantly, remember to breathe. Your father will not block your airway for more then a few seconds at most.
Your gag reflex is your enemy. You've been trained to accept a cock down your throat for years, but now you must re-train the reflex further to properly insert fingers and hand into your mouth. If you become scared or uncomfortable, your father will stop and slowly exit your throat and mouth until you calm down and are ready to continue. A rhythm will develop between your father and you. It will be appropriate for comfortable breathing and fisting. This can be a pleasurable experience as the sensations become richer as the gag reflex numbs away and the sensitive flesh is messaged into an erotic area. As you become accustomed to the feelings, deeper and wider penetration will happen. Continue the slow massaging and be very liberal with lubrication.
Your father will begin with fingers on the tongue slowly inching back. If you are comfortable and can breath with his fingers pressing the back end of your tongue then you are ready for deeper insertions. It is very easy to gag or to vomit from this position, so you must trust your father; the extremely intimate contact is emotionally pleasing.
You will love and learn to crave the sensation of a hand pressing against the inner flesh of your mouth and neck. A hungry throat slave will desire nothing more then to stuff their throat with a fist. A deep sense of trust will develop from the intimate contact, as both the you and your father can look into each other eyes and know each other's feelings."
Janice remembered every word, and as Chuck began to slid his thin fingers into her mouth, she relaxed. Chuck had trimmed his nails down and filed them, and coated his whole hand in the same castor oil he had used to lube her throat.
The crowd watched in awe, and the video camera projected onto the huge screen a close-up, as Chuck moved his hand deeper into her mouth. Janice grunted once, and Chuck knew that was an "all okay" grunt. He moved his thumb into his palm and squeezed his hand tight and pushed it into his little sister's mouth.
It was much tighter than his mother's mouth, or even Wendy's 13 year old mouth. He grunted once and then moved his fingers to the back of Janice's throat. He heard once little choke as she got her gag reflex under control, and then he wriggled his fingers and slid his whole hand deeper into her mouth. His fingers were know down her throat, for sure. He took a deep breath, and called out, "Mark!".
Wendy, standing on the wings, clicked the stopwatch she was holding. As had been done for her so many times before, she would clock out two minutes exactly -- the time that Janice had been taught to hold her breath.
Chuck pushed hard and his whole fist went into Janice's throat. The camera caught a side view of this, and the entire audience gasped in appreciation as they could clearly see the outline of Chuck's fist through the thin skin and membrane of Janice's throat.
She soon as Chuck was all the way in, her parents re-doubled their efforts on her other end. Her father was now in her guts up to his elbow, as far as he would be going. He was being careful not to damage any internal organs, but at the same time he was slamming into her pretty hard. Her mother was only in her up to mid-arm, but it was deep enough that her mom's hand was thumping her womb. As she thumped her daughter's baby carriage with her right hand, she used her left to slap her daughter's cunt hard. She concentrated the slaps on Janice's hard little clit. It was standing at attention, and the moment that her mom started whapping it with her hand, Janice began to orgasm.
Janice concentrated on the wonderful waves of pleasure washing over her, and not the pain; at least she tried to. She also tried not to gag on her brother's hand, and not worry about having her airway cut off all at the same time. The little girl's body spasmed, shook, and flailed about.
Janice's red face was starting to turn a little purple, and her lips were clearly blue when her sister called out to Chuck, "Time's up!" Chuck slowly pulled out of her throat-hole, as his father and mother pulled out of little Janice's holes all at the same time. The completely stuffed feeling Janice had just had was gone, and now she felt hollow inside.
She coughed and choked as her brother's hand left her mouth, spitting up phlegm and a little vomit. When her father pulled out of her asshole, she let her bowels loose and a shot of runny poo came out too. She pissed herself too, her mother running her face back and forth in the stream of piss, swallowing her daughter's pee and playing in it like a baby would.
Janice breathed hard and recovered enough a few moments later to stand and bow to the audience. They exploded with applause, and the lights dimmed enough for Janice to see the hundreds of men, women and children who had watched her take three fists in her fuckholes. The whole crowd was horny as hell, and as the stage was cleaned off for the next act, Janice limped off the stage between her mother and father. He father joked with her, "Well, if we are gonna top that next year, we gotta find you a new hole. Maybe I can fist your nose" her mother added, "or your pisshole" and Chuck chimed in, "I get her ears" and they all laughed as they helped Janice down the hall to the doc's room. He'd check her out, and if she was okay he'd fuck her (for his payment) and she'd be all ready to join in the festivities once again.
Minutes later, Chuck went back to check on his little sister. Her legs were high in the air as the doc fucked her sloppy pussy. "She's okay, huh, doc?" Chuck asked. "She's...gasp...just fine...gasp" grunted the doc. Janice mewled in pleasure and Chuck stood to one side jacking off and watching his little sister get violated.
Chapter 3: Judge Not, Lest Ye Meet THE Judge
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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