3 Responses to “Play with Malice”

1. Rudi Fahrer Says:
   April 13th, 2009 at 2:28 am

   Cool site. I can’t wait to chat with you Malice

2. Rudi Fahrer Says:
   May 23rd, 2009 at 5:53 pm

   My wife and I run a small daycare in our home in a
   suburb outside the hustle of the big city. We take care
   of only 3-5 children a day, but we make up for lost
   money on the side. Amanda, my young, beautiful, and
   depraved wife came up with the idea to ‘take care’ of
   more than just little kids in order to generate some
   cash flow.

   We have two websites to advertise the business; one is
   our official site that brings in parents of small
   children while they work, and the other site draws a
   much different crowd entirely. I’ll get to them later.
   This is a typical day for us at “Sunny Skies” daycare.

   The parents drop their kids off in the morning, and
   everyone is in by 9:00 a.m. On this day we have 3 boys
   and two girls, just what we need to make our ‘other’
   clients happy.

   ***

   “It’s 10 O’ Clock, Amanda. Better get the boys
   upstairs,” I told her. She gathered them up and took
   them upstairs, where they were to be locked in a
   bedroom while we conducted business on the first floor.
   I instructed the girls to sit on the couch and wait
   until Amanda came down. I looked at my watch. Our
   customers would be here in fifteen minutes and Amanda
   was taking too long. I went upstairs to see what the
   hold up was and entered the room to find my wife
   squatting on the floor in front of one of the little
   boys.

   His pants were around his ankles, and she was sucking
   away at his tiny, immature penis. One of her hands was
   down the front of her skirt while the other reached
   behind him to push his pelvis towards her face. She
   slurped on him lovingly, moaning as the boy stood there
   with a blank expression. He was too young to know what
   was going on, and my pants began to bulge at this taboo
   display of lust.

   “Amanda! Come on, it’s time!” I snapped at her. I
   wasn’t mad, but I needed her to get herself together
   before the arrival of our guests. Amanda stood up and
   composed herself. She pulled the boys pants back up and
   told him to go play with the others, locking the door
   from the outside on our way out.

   Amanda kissed me hard. Her pupils widened with lust as
   she said, “Oh Jason, I can’t wait till we have one of
   our own. I’ll love him every day, you know I will.
   He’ll never want to leave his mommy.” Her face was
   gorgeous and her long black hair smelled like flowers.
   She pressed her breasts into me, tempting me to take
   her right there, but the doorbell rang.

   Amanda jumped and rushed down the stairs to greet them
   in her tiny black miniskirt and ‘fuck me’ pumps. Our
   new guests always felt more at ease when she met them
   at the door instead of me. I followed close behind her
   and went to where the girls were sitting and told them
   to stand so that I could get them ready for playtime.

   Some men never make it to work on time, but sure
   enough, these guys were all piled up at the door right
   on time. Amanda led them down to the basement and told
   them to have a seat and relax. They looked around
   nervously and took there seats, distancing themselves
   from one another, as they were all only meeting each
   other for the first time. Their ages ranged from about
   20 to 45, and the only one of them that seemed to be
   completely comfortable was a man who Amanda called
   ‘Joseph.’

   “So what have you got for us today, Mandy? You look
   lovely today, by the way, but I’m afraid you’re a bit
   old for my taste,” Joseph said to her. Amanda smiled
   and told him she had exactly what was promised; two
   fresh young honeys for their enjoyment. All of the men
   relaxed just a bit and spoke cautiously with Amanda
   when spoken to. She had them introduce themselves, with
   false names of course, at her urging. She told them
   since they were all going to be naked soon, they might
   as well get to know each other a little. She had a
   soothing effect on nervous men, and these dudes were no
   exception.

   While my wife buttered them up, I prepared the girls
   upstairs. When they were ready, I took them into the
   basement to meet their new playmates. The men stood up
   as if two adult women had entered the room and a few of
   them sighed at the sight of these pretty young girls.
   “Gentlemen,” I began, “meet Brittany and Jolie.”

   We had dressed Brittany up in a cute little school
   girl’s outfit, complete with plaid skirt, bobby sox and
   blond hair tied into pigtails. She smiled sweetly at
   their compliments and her green eyes twinkled. Jolie
   was outfitted with a simple pink bikini, altered to be
   cut as a thong in behind. She had long brown hair that
   lay freely on her shoulders and beautiful large brown
   eyes to match. She was a little more reserved than
   Brittany, and answered questions reluctantly.

   One of the men asked, “So how old are you sweethearts?”

   Brittany piped up first, “I’m five and a half!” Jolie
   shyly echoed her words.

   Amanda spoke, “Well boys, you’re on the clock, so I
   suggest you get in as much as playtime as you can.”
   Brittany was excited, anxious for something fun, “What
   are we playing?” None of the men spoke, instead they
   rose to their feet and began to remove clothing.
   Brittany giggled, apparently not understanding the
   gravity of the situation. Jolie, by comparison,
   withdrew and hid behind me.

   I pulled her aside and told her to go talk to the nice
   men and gently shoved her towards one of them. Joseph
   called to Brittany, and she happily skipped over to
   him. She laughed again, and said to him, “I can see
   your pee-pee!” Joseph’s cock began to harden, and
   suddenly Brittany stopped laughing. She could sense
   what was coming.

   “Close your eyes and open your mouth, Brittany, and
   I’ll give you something sweet. She hesitated, a
   confused look upon her face. Amanda Knelt beside her
   and spoke softly, “Go ahead, honey, it’s ok.” The
   little girl trusted her and did as she was told.

   Joseph delivered as he promised, but I don’t think his
   big cock was quite as sweet as she expected. Her eyes
   popped open and she pushed away from him, but she was
   in his grip. One of the other men knelt behind her and
   secured her arms while Joseph grabbed the little girl’s
   pigtails like the handlebars of a bike. He pulled her
   in hard, slamming his pelvis into her cute, little
   face. She struggled, but to no avail.

   Meanwhile, Jolie reacted in horror, attempting to climb
   the stairs, but the other three men were on her. It
   seemed they no longer felt her little two-piece was
   necessary, as they roughly stripped it from her body,
   Jolie kicking and screaming the entire time. The men
   did not say a word, but they worked together with one
   goal in mind. On of them lay along the floor, his
   erection straight up in the air. They hovered the
   kicking girl over him and straddled his waist. He
   moaned at the feeling of her warm, young pussy sliding
   across his swollen dick.

   Looking on, Amanda shook her head at there fumbling,
   “There is no way they’re gonna get that thing in her
   without some proper lubrication.”

   “So go give ‘em a hand.” I said.

   She looked at me, and I saw that same look in her eyes
   she had while playing with the little boy upstairs.
   “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!” she commanded
   me, and set off to help the men with Jolie. “Hold on
   boys, hold on!” She said, “Bear with me.”

   Amanda took the lying man’s cock into her mouth and
   sucked up and down while they held Jolie just above.
   Amanda deliberately slobbered on his tool, giving it
   the lube he needed. “OK, now try it,” she said, and
   helped lower the fledgling female onto her first lover.
   Her pussy was unbelievably tight, but they managed,
   sinking every inch into her sweet little sugar-hole.

   Jolie’s pretty eyes bulged with painful surprise. She
   wailed in shock but everyone held her down. Amanda then
   began to lick the little girl’s tiny bung hole,
   preparing it for entrance as well. The second man came
   around behind her and positioned his cockhead at the
   tightest of all female orifices.

   He grunted, struggling to get his penis into her soft,
   little behind. His cock bent up and down at the
   resistance, but soon enough it burrowed its way inside.
   He showed no patience or mercy, driving all six inches
   up her forbidden ass. The two men violated Jolie with
   extreme prejudice, fucking her forcefully while she
   screamed and cried.

   The third man, unwilling to just sit by and watch,
   decided to help the little girl become airtight. He
   squatted down, his butt uncomfortably close to the guy
   on the floor, and rammed his cock into Jolie’s cute,
   round face. Her cries were cut off in an instant,
   replaced only by the slick sounds of hot sex. The three
   of them penetrated her simultaneously, filling her
   sweet miniature body with man-meat. They groaned and
   moaned at the intense pleasure of her.

   Meanwhile, on the sofa nearby, Brittany was on all
   fours, taking it hard from behind with a face full of
   dick. They had not bothered stripping her, as they
   loved the school girl getup. He was pounding her hot,
   young twat underneath the cute, plaid skirt. He held
   onto the material, pulling it back forcefully towards
   himself so that he could feel her envelope his grown
   manhood.

   Joseph sat on the sofa, still using poor little
   Brittany’s pigtails as handles. He would skull fuck her
   until she turned blue in the face, then he would let
   her up at the last moment for a breath of air. She
   tried to speak, “I want my daddy,” she said pitifully.

   Joseph replied, “I am your Daddy, sweetheart.”

   Her big eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen,
   and that mouth! Oh he needed more! Joseph plunged
   himself into her mouth once again. She gagged and spit
   up on him, but he kept it up. Gobs of drool leaked out
   of her mouth and down to his ball sac.

   “Oh, baby,” he said in pleasurable agony. “Daddy’s
   gonna cum. Oh pretty honey, here it comes!” Joseph
   convulsed in his seat and delivered the sweet present
   that he had promised her. He lost pints of semen down
   her narrow throat, crying out in agonizing bliss.

   She had no choice but to choke it all down to her
   belly. On the other side, the second man pumped away at
   her toy-sized buttocks, but he was having trouble
   hanging in there. When Joseph began to climax, he could
   no longer hold it himself. He was holding Brittany’s
   soft-skinned belly when he felt her spasm each time she
   gagged and swallowed Joseph’s cum.

   He too, unleashed his seed within her, filling her 5
   year old vaginal cavity with warm, sticky goo.
   Brittany’s body shut down. Her little mind and body
   could not take two men cumming in her at once. When
   they were finished with her, they tossed her aside like
   yesterdays garbage. She lay on the carpet, copious
   amounts of semen dribbling out of her pussy and mouth.

   Amanda pulled out an old drafting table that we kept
   for these occasions and strapped Jolie to it with the
   help of our guests. She was frightened and in pain, but
   no one seemed to care or notice. She was sprawled out
   on the table with her head at the slightly raised end,
   and her arms pulled straight away from her body and
   tied down. Her legs were left unbound and at the
   control of whoever was having their way with her.
   Amanda instructed all five men to line up to take their
   turn, one at a time.

   Amanda talked to the scared girl and told her
   everything was going to be alright. Then she tied a
   blindfold around her eyes and placed a red ball gag in
   her mouth. “This is for your own good,” she told her.
   The first violator stepped up and readied himself.

   At my wife’s command, he seized her petite ankles and
   entered the sweet, young thing’s cunt, throwing his
   head back in ecstasy. He groaned as he shoved his
   sausage of a cock into her sex. Jolies cries were
   muffled by the ball gag, yet she struggled
   unsuccessfully against the restraints that held her
   down. The others stood impatiently in line, stroking
   themselves to the evil spectacle in front of them.

   The man strained at temptation, but he could go no
   more. “Remember the rules of the game,” Amanda reminded
   him. He pulled out at the last second and yelped in
   agony as he spewed his cum onto Jolie’s cute, little
   belly. Man number two moved in and pushed the first guy
   out of the way.

   He just couldn’t wait to get inside. This man opted for
   her little rosebud asshole and crammed himself in as
   quickly as he could. Jolie bucked and arched her back
   in painful shock. Screams filled her throat,
   encouraging the man even more. He fucked her hardest of
   all, in and out of her ass with a hateful look upon his
   face.

   “Fuckin’ bitch, little fuckin’ whore! I’ll teach you,
   you stupid cunt!” He howled at her.

   I was amazed that her puny rump could take so much
   dick. He gave her a few more vicious thrusts and
   withdrew himself from her ass. He quickly walked around
   and stroked his dick furiously over her nose until gobs
   of cum milked out onto her blindfolded face. The poor
   girl shook her head from side to side, but she could
   not avoid it. He covered her face and immediately ran
   up the stairs with his clothes and left the house.

   The third guy had his dick in her pussy already. He was
   a little gentler than the last, but he liked to switch
   from her snatch to her ass, and back again. He just
   wanted to feel a little of both, perhaps to get more
   out of his money. He too, shot a thick load onto her
   torso, adding to the mess.

   Man number four never made it to intercourse. He had
   yet to bust his nut today and was too built up to
   perform. He exploded everywhere; semen landed on her
   face, hair, crotch, belly, and even on her tiny
   titties. He thanked us profusely and fled the scene.

   Joseph was up, but he instead offered his place to me.
   “Oh, no thanks, Joe,” I said. This sort of thing just
   wasn’t my cup of tea. Joseph insisted, and Amanda
   encouraged me as well by reaching into my pants and
   fondling my balls. She whispered in my ear, telling me
   how much she wanted to see me do it. I think she had it
   in mind from the start.

   Reluctantly, I stood and approached the sweet little
   victim that lay before me. She was a mess. It looked as
   if someone had doused her with a bucket of cum. I
   pulled my pants down halfway and placed my engorged
   knob at her impossibly small entrance. Amanda came to
   me and helped me out by guiding me inside. Her pussy
   was unimaginably undersized, and the sensation was
   amazing. Jolie was slick and warm inside, and this made
   me moan like never before. Amanda watched in perverted
   wonder as I rocked my hips back and forth.

   “There you go baby, doesn’t that feel nice, honey?
   Sweet, little baby pussy just for you. Yeah, that’s it.
   Push it all the way in!” Amanda teased as I slowly
   enjoyed this pretty little creature. Jolie wept softly,
   still flinching with every thrust. She took every inch
   of me, and it was pure heaven.

   Amanda kept at it, fondling my sac as she spoke, “You
   want to cum, don’t you, sweetheart? It’s going to feel
   so good when you do. Just like when you’re going to cum
   in our little girl. I’m pregnant, baby.”

   She picked a fine time to tell me. Her nasty words sent
   me into the most glorious orgasm of my life. I refused
   to pull out, sending wave after wave of my seed into
   Jolie’s forbidden pussy.

   Joseph removed her ball gag and jerked himself into her
   wailing mouth. She had been crying until she took a
   mouthful of sticky goo. Her gurgling made me cum even
   harder. I slammed that sweet, young ass harder than I
   do my own wife. After that, my immediate memory is
   fuzzy.

   Brittany and Jolie are regulars here, but when our
   daughter arrives, she’ll be reserved for Mommy and
   Daddy only…

   END

3. Rudi Fahrer Says:
   May 31st, 2009 at 4:45 am

   Morning

   “But why me, Mommy?” Monica continued to lead our
   daughter Clara by the hand into the bedroom — our bedroom.
   Inside, she effortlessly lifted the young girl up and
   sat her down on the bed. True, Clara weighs very little, but
   Monica is an accomplished athlete and quite strong. The
   sight of my bride’s naked body, firm well-defined muscles
   filling out her arms and legs, always sent a shiver of
   excitement through me.
   “Don’t you know where you came from?” Monica said, by
   way of answer.
   “From inside you, Mommy.”
   “Yes. But how did you get there?
   “Daddy put me there.”
   “And how did Daddy put you there?”
   The girl hesitated. Her mother sat next to her on the
   bed, her tall womanly powerful form seeming to dwarf her
   daughter. Clara was eleven, but small for her age: just 4
   and a half feet tall and barely 75 pounds. Monica on the
   other hand was 5 foot 10 and a muscular, completely fat-
   free, 140. Mom wrapped an arm tightly around the girl’s thin
   shoulders.
   “With his thing,” Clara finally answered.
   “Daddy’s cock, isn’t that what you mean?”
   The girl nodded.
   “We’ve talked about this many times. I know you
   remember.”
   The girl reviewed the lessons she’d been taught.
   “Daddy put his cock into you mouth and you sucked on it
   until it got really big and hard, then Daddy made you go on
   your tummy and he put it into your bottom hole and then
   after he made it go in really deep he took it out and put it
   inside your tummy.”
   “Very good. Now tell me how Daddy can put his cock
   inside Mommy’s belly.”
   “Because Mommy has a front hole too.” Although I was
   standing off to the side, staying out of the way, my cock
   was fully involved — throbbing and aching hard enough to
   make me groan.
   “What’s it called?” my wife asked our daughter.
   “My teacher said it’s a bad word.”
   “Yes, your teacher is right it’s a very bad word. What
   is it?
   “She told me not to say it.”
   “Well, your Mommy is telling you to say it.” Monica
   gave the girl a warning squeeze.
   “Your front hole is called a cunt.”
   “Yes. You have holes too don’t you? Tell Mommy and
   Daddy about them.”
   Another lesson to recite. Monica loved playing the
   strict teacher. Though “playing” wasn’t the right word. She
   lived the role completely.
   “I have three holes. My mouth. My cunt. And my bottom
   hole.” Monica glared at the girl.
   “My asshole,” she said in her quiet little girl voice.
   “Good. So, Daddy put his cock into Mommy’s three holes.
   My cunt was last. And then what did he do?”
   “Then he squirted his juice into you.”
   “His cum, darling.”
   “Daddy’s cum. And the cum grew and it was me.”
   “That is very good, sweetheart. You deserve a kiss.”
   Monica pulled the girl’s face up towards her and gave her a
   long deep kiss, not neglecting to probe the girl’s mouth
   with her tongue. Clara tried to struggle out of her mother’s
   embrace, but Monica held her tight.
   Finally, their mouths separated.
   “And so,” Monica continued, “that’s why this is
   happening to you. Because you grew from the cum Daddy’s cock
   squirted into Mommy’s cunt after she’d sucked it and taken
   it up her asshole. Anymore questions?”
   “No.”
   “OK then. Let’s get started.” It was a bright sunny
   Sunday morning. The morning light flooded in through the
   bedroom’s second story windows. The neighborhood outside was
   quiet and still — not that our neighbors ever made much
   noise, but everyone other family was a church this morning.
   We had no worries about being overheard or interrupted.
   I brought over a chair and Monica picked Clara up and
   placed her standing on the chair.
   “Darling, you go first,” she said to me. Even though my
   cock was bursting I unhurriedly stripped, folding my clothes
   and laying them aside one by one until I was completely
   naked. I’d always been very proud of my cock — in fact I’m
   convinced it was at least 50% of the reason why Monica
   married me. That and the fact that we quickly discovered
   that our tastes ran in very much the same perverted
   directions.
   Back to my cock. It is a full eight inches when erect -
   - not a horsecock by any stretch. We’d both seen (and taken)
   cocks much longer than that. But my claim to cock fame was
   its girth: a full 3 1/8 inches in diameter, 9.8 inches
   around. And at the moment it was fully erect.
   As always Clara’s eyes grew wide whenever she saw it.
   And for the first time her knees were shaking. She was fully
   aware that today was going to be the day. Of course I’d had
   young girls before, some considerably younger than Clara
   (but that’s another story), but Clara was my one and only
   daughter — so far anyway. A deliciously evil grin came to
   Monica’s face.
   My wife stripped, until both of Clara’s parents stood
   completely naked in front of their little daughter. Of
   course, she had seen us fucking many, many times (that had
   started right after she was born, when Monica would nurse as
   I cunt or face or ass fucked her), and Clara quite well
   understand what fucking was all about — in fact she
   understand about lots more than just fucking. But mostly
   she’d been in the observer role. That was about to change.
   Monica reached out, slipped a hand inside Clara’s top,
   and ripped it open. She tore all of her clothes off her,
   ripping them apart and pulling the tattered remnants off the
   trembling girl. (Monica never believed in doing anything the
   easy way, if she could take the opportunity to display her
   strength and dominance.) The girl quickly stood naked and
   shivering in the warm room, the chair wobbling a bit from
   her shaking.
   The two of us took our time. She was, despite her
   smallness and thinness, a pretty girl. Her chest had started
   to bud, and two sweet pillows of firm flesh, topped by small
   erect nipples, graced her young girl body. A very slight
   widening of her hips was also evident. Of course, her sweet
   little cunt was still completely smooth and bare, split into
   two symmetrical swellings by the narrowest, most inviting
   pink slit.
   Monica put her hands on the girl. Tenderly, lovingly
   caressing her. Sliding her fingers under the girl’s arms,
   around her neck, between her legs.
   “You are really a lovely girl, sweetheart. And today
   you’re going to become a woman, just like your mom.”
   Monica’s fingers slid into the girl’s slit. She turned her
   around, kneading her ass, pulling it apart, fingering her
   pink puckered bung hole.
   “Bend over darling.” Monica forcefully bent the girl
   forward, folding her over the back of the chair. This showed
   her ass to best advantage, emphasizing what volume it did
   have, and at the same time accentuating how girlish her
   figure in fact still was. I knew that even the slightest
   touch on my cock would send the sperm flying across the
   room, so I kept my hands off myself.
   Monica started with some butt slaps. Hard slaps. The
   crack of her hand on the girl’s bony ass rang out in the
   bedroom. Flesh to flesh contact held many attractions to
   Monica. Striking a young girl’s ass, or baby pussy, or face
   with her bare hand. She would never give up her whips and
   switches and floggers, but neither would she give up simply
   striking her prey.
   Bright red marks blossomed on Clara’s backside. Now the
   verbal abuse.
   “Here’s another one for you, you dirty little whore.”
   Whack!
   “Filthy fuck hole.” Whack!
   “Little shit-eating pig.” Whack! And finally a cry of
   pain from the girl. My cock almost jumped out of its socket.
   “What are you?” she demanded of the little girl.
   “A whore mommy.”
   “What is a whore. Tell me.” Whack!
   “A girl who lets anyone put his cock in her. In every
   hole.”
   “And what else?” Whack!
   “And they cum inside her and all over her.”
   “You mean to get fucked. Say ‘fucked.” Whack!
   “Fucked, Mommy.” Clara’s butt was bright red. The scars
   and welts from other sessions gleamed white against the
   blood-flushed skin. Tears streamed down her face. She could
   barely speak through the sobs. Monica’s own face was flushed
   and damp. I could she her pussy lips gaping open, her cunt
   juices already dripping down her legs.
   “And what do you want, whore?” Whack!
   “To be fucked.” Whack!
   “Fucked by who?”
   Clara was balling so hard she could hardly answer.
   Monica gave her a chance to collect herself. As the girl
   cried it off, Monica sorted through our toy trunk. She
   pulled out the “Baby Buster,” a 32″ flogger comprised of two
   dozen heavy black leather lashes bound together in a tightly
   wrapped leather handle. Monica flicked the whip, getting
   back the feel of its weight and motion. She slide the lashes
   through her hand, luxuriating in the biting leather edges
   pulling over her flesh. Clara’s sobs had stopped, and only a
   quiet whimpering could be heard in the room — and the sound
   of Monica’s quick, deep breathing.
   Monica slowly circled the girl, slapping the flogger
   against her palm. Clara was draped over the back of the
   chair, her feet continually slipping off the chair seat as
   she tried to steady herself, her ass up and exposed, hands
   clinging to the chair back to keep her self from tumbling
   onto the floor. Her position was made even more precarious
   by the fact that the chair threatened was threatening to tip
   over at any moment.
   Monica inserted the flogger between the girl’s thighs,
   rubbing the lashes up hard onto her belly and cunt. She drew
   the flogger back, pulling up into the crack between her ass
   cheeks. causing the girl to flinch with the implied threat.
   Teasing, Monica lightly slapped her bottom, causing her to
   jump. Monica chuckled. She proceeded to circle the girl,
   dragging the lashes over her flesh all the way to her face
   and head, hanging down off the back of the chair. She rubbed
   the business end into Clara’s face, forcing the smells
   picked up by the leather from her cunt and ass and sweaty
   body into her mouth and nose.
   Taking a handful of her straight reddish-blonde hair,
   Monica pulled her daughter’s face up to look her in the
   eyes.
   “Fucked by who?” Monica.
   “Daddy.”
   Monica rubbed the end of the whip’s handle against the
   girl’s mouth. The blunt end, wrapped tight in worn, sweat-
   stained black leather deformed the girl’s lips. Monica
   twisted it, forcing the girl’s teeth apart. An inch slipped
   into the girl’s mouth.
   “Yes,” Monica hissed, “fucked by Daddy.”
   Abruptly, she withdrew the whip from Clara’s mouth and
   returned to her position at the girl’s ass. She motioned me
   over to stand in front of our daughter. We’d indulged our
   perversions for so long, I instinctively knew what Monica
   wanted. I stepped in close to Clara, and taking her head
   between my hands I pressed her face against my upright cock.
   I held her tightly, keeping her in position and preventing
   the chair from tipping over under Monica’s blows.
   First a few practice strokes in the air, gauging her
   weapon’s heft. Then Monica drew her arm back and with a
   whoosh and a magnificent THWACK! brought the whip to bear on
   Clara’s already abused bottom. The girl’s face was driven
   hard against her daddy’s cock. He gripped her even more
   tightly. Whoosh TWACK! and then again and again, the
   stinging leather straps landed on Clara’s bony girl ass,
   each time forcibly rubbing her face into my cock. Monica,
   her face a mixture of grime determination and absolute joy,
   laid into the girl harder and harder. She sobbed into my
   belly, the hot salty tears drenching my cock and balls. It
   was all I could do to restrain myself from cumming. Monica
   ceased. Clara’s sobs filled our ears. Sliding a hand under
   the girl’s chin, I raised her face up a bit higher. With the
   other hand I bent my cock down until it’s thick dripping
   head was on her mouth. I pulled her to me, forcing my
   pulsing 3 1/8″ wide cock into her crying, balling mouth,
   muffling her sobs. My hands were slick from her tears.
   The girl’s oral cavity, even at its most relaxed, was
   hardly big enough to take the first few inches of my member.
   Now, with tissues swollen from crying and sobbing, the mouth
   might claim to be the tightest of her three orifices. I
   gripped her head more tightly and yanked hard, gaining a bit
   more ground. I could feel the blunt end of my cock hitting
   the back of her mouth, stymied by an impossibly narrow
   throat. Three whole inches had now disappeared inside into
   her face. Clara gasped for breath, struggled as feelings of
   suffocation overtook her.
   Monica redoubled her efforts on Clara’s backside, the
   strokes coming harder and faster than ever. Welts split
   open, blood oozed from the cuts, to be immediately smeared
   and splattered over her thighs and back from the next blow.
   The sharp-edged leather straps, falling on open wounds or in
   the depths of her ass and cunt cracks, ripped screams from
   our baby, screams largely muffled by the engorged manhood of
   her father stopping her throat. Wild with incestuous blood
   lust, Monica seemed bent on tearing her baby’s flesh from
   her body.
   And I was powerless. The blood pounded in my temples.
   That all too familiar hungry black haunted thing awoke again
   in my belly, spread out into my limbs, and slithered up my
   spine to my brain. The door swung open, the abyss yawned. I
   shivered with unfathomable pleasure, swept up by a
   magnificent ecstasy. This is what Monica had introduced me
   to, what I owed her, what kept me — and her — enslaved.
   My hands and fingers knitted tightly together behind
   her head, I simultaneously pulled her closer and thrust my
   belly forward against the resistance to meet her. At least
   two more inches disappeared into her face, and hence at
   least two inches of my cock were now lodged down in her
   throat.
   This was nearly the tightest hole I’d ever speared (at
   least the tightest for a child over the age of six or
   seven). It was going to be impossible for me to restrain
   myself much longer — just as well, because Clara was now
   completely unable to breath. At most I had two, maybe three
   minutes before I’d have to withdraw or lose our daughter (of
   course this was a thought that had its own attractions and,
   albeit it temporary, rewards — one day, we had promised
   ourselves, but not just yet).
   Monica, relentless in her perverted lust, rammed the
   whip handle up her own asshole and proceeding to violently
   bugger herself with it, suspending for the moment her attack
   on Clara’s backside.
   Clara, forgetting every lesson we’d taught her, now
   launched into a violent struggle against her father’s
   trespass. She kicked and flayed her arms wildly. Her whole
   body jerked as she fought to un-impale herself. The chair,
   which supported this whole scene, shook violently and
   tottered. Even gripping her head with all my strength, and
   pressing with equal strength her face into my belly, the
   chair was bound to tip over and dislodge me.
   Monica came to the rescue. She grabbed our daughter and
   gripped her tightly around the belly and chest, steadying
   her, holding her up, adding her insistence to mine in urging
   the girl’s face and mouth against me, obscenely forcing her
   husband’s — her daughter’s father’s — thick rigid cock
   even further down the young girl’s esophagus.
   Again I pulled, Monica pushed. More of my cock
   disappeared into her face. The bulge in her neck was clearly
   visible, as when a snake swallows its prey whole. As Monica
   wrestled with the girl, the whip protruding from her asshole
   tossed wildly like a horse’s tail at full gallop. The girl’s
   continuing (but weakening ) struggles did not prevent Monica
   from freeing one hand to encircle the distorted neck,
   ecstatic at sight and feel of my member inserted so far into
   our darling’s esophagus.
   A thick slime of saliva and retch hung from Clara’s
   mouth. It bubbled up out of her nose. I was about to lose
   it. One more merciful thrust, and yet another inch forced
   down into her throat. A blast of spittle and mucus burst
   from the girl’s nose and out around my cock. Her dark brown
   eyes rolled up in their sockets. I came, ejaculating jet
   after jet of thick hot paternal sperm directly into my
   baby’s belly. Monica and I screamed. We managed to hold
   Clara tight against me until the last little spurt, then we
   both collapsed onto the floor. A flood of saliva and mucus
   and cum poured from the girl’s mouth, drenching me even
   more. The chair precariously rocked back and forth for
   several seconds, but finally found its equilibrium, the
   motionless, seemingly lifeless body hanging over the back of
   the chair, bent double.
   A violent cough shook her body. She retched, cum and
   puke and mucus raining down on us. The chair collapsed,
   throwing the girl down on top of us in the pool of her own
   vomit. She was still among the living.
   Monica recovered first. She stood, picked up the girl
   and carried her to the bed. There she applied her tongue and
   mouth to her baby girl’s body, licking every inch, cleaning
   her like a mother cat, eating up the cum I’d ejected into my
   daughter and the filth thrown up by the girl’s own body.
   With intense rude licks she cleaned the oozing asshole,
   wiped the childish secretions from her small cunny, and
   applying her lips to he daughter’s, sucked from her mouth to
   her own the scum that still filled it.
   The girl now being clean and sweet again from her
   mother’s ministrations, I joined them in bed. Clara tightly
   nestled between her mother and father as we napped.

   Afternoon

   I awoke to Clara’s quiet crying. She was shaking, still
   laying between us on the bed. Monica slept, an arm over the
   girl, a hand on her neck. The late afternoon sunlight
   slanted in through the windows, casting a warm glow through
   the room. The faint sounds of kids playing, lawns being
   mowed, and cars motoring past the house filtered in from
   outside.
   I gently pulled Clara close to me, not wanting to wake
   Monica. Her small frail body pressed against mine. I put my
   arms around her. Her trembling sobs quickly had their usual
   effect on me. My cock rose up, jerking against my daughter’s
   cunt, spattering it with pre-cum. It wanted in. ‘Soon,’ I
   said to myself, ‘soon.’
   “You hurt me.” Her eyes were red, swollen. Probably not
   as red and swollen as her throat I imagined. I examined her
   neck. Only a couple of small bruises, not from the throat
   fucking but almost certainly from Monica’s grip on her. I
   tried to get her to open her mouth to let me check inside,
   but she refused.
   “Yes, but just like before.” An obvious lie. She shook
   her head. “You hurt me with that,” she said, pointing to my
   cock. “You and mommy never did that before.”
   I forced her hand onto it. “Hold it,” I said. Her small
   little girl hand tried to, but the fingers weren’t even long
   enough to half way around my member. I’d just wanted her to
   touch it, to feel her hand on it, to make her pay attention
   to what made her.
   “You won’t hurt me again, will you Daddy?”
   “Yes he will.” Monica rose up on one elbow and looked
   down on us. She stroked Clara’s hair, caressed her arms
   “How was it?” she asked me.
   “Good.”
   “Just good?”
   “Well, very good.”
   “Worth the wait?”
   I found my own hands wandering over my daughter’s body.
   Her underarms. Her belly. Between her legs. Slipping into
   her still sealed slit. And between her ass cheeks.
   “It was hard.”
   “But worth it?”
   “Yes.”
   Clara listened to us quietly.
   “And the moment?”
   “The moment?”
   “When you couldn’t stop.”
   “I guess when I felt her face pushed against my cock.
   You wouldn’t have let me stop anyway.”
   “No. But the moment when you couldn’t stop, even if I
   hadn’t been there?”
   “Hmm. I guess when I felt how tight her throat was.”
   “When you put the head in her mouth?”
   “At the back of the mouth. You know how where the
   tongue –”
   “Oh yes. It narrows so quickly. You wonder how can
   anything get out of the mouth that way.”
   “Constricted.”
   “Oh god, yes.” She shivered. “‘Constricted’. What a
   lovely word. My darling’s constricted throat.”
   “The chair was a great idea.”
   “It just came to me.”
   “It was hard to keep it steady though. It kept
   threatening to topple over.”
   “I know. That’s what I liked. So precarious.” Another
   word that gave her shivers.
   “And her bent in half that way . . .”
   “It was painful.”
   “Yes, it must have been.”
   We fell silent, stroking our baby, replaying the scene
   in our minds. Clara, I’m sure, was doing the same thing.
   “Mommy, what’s that?” Clara pointed at Monica’s belly,
   at the bright white, nearly perfectly straight scar that ran
   up her belly, from just under where her belly button should
   have been until, abruptly swerving, it ran up under her
   right tit, continued up and over its swelling fullness,
   halting barely an inch from the nipple. The sternum had
   thrown the rapidly moving knife off course. The bone could
   have deflected the blade in either direction — if to the
   left and into the heart, she would have certainly died. How
   it was she survived in any case no one pretended to explain.
   She’d lost a kidney and half of her liver. The doctor’s had
   been able to save her utereus and ovaries. They were
   confident she’d still be able to have children. Monica had
   been thirteen.
   Her dad was never found. For all she knew, he might
   still be alive, twenty-four years later. She still had his
   knife.
   “Your legacy,” Monica said to her daughter.
   Monica noticed the bruises on Clara’s throat. She put
   her hand on the girl’s neck and curled her fingers around
   it. The thumb and fingers covered the bruises exactly. I saw
   her fingers tighten slightly, the flesh indenting under
   their tips. Monica smiled and the girl’s eyes widened in
   fear. Monica brought her mouth down on her daughter’s,
   pressed her lips to her, and kissed her. She pried the
   girl’s mouth open with her tongue and thrust it into her
   mouth. She tightened her grip. With her long slender
   fingers, Monica’s hand was nearly big enough to completely
   encircle that slender neck. Monica’s other hand pressed on
   the girl’s forehead, pushing her head down into the
   mattress. Harder and harder she kissed her, tighter and
   tighter she squeezed the neck. Clara gasped.
   My cock was like iron again. I seized hold of it and
   stroked. Groans, and desperate thrashing as our daughter
   struggled to breath. Her fists flayed crazily. Then she went
   limp. I gripped Monica’s shoulder.
   “No, don’t.”
   Monica broke off her kiss, her hand still tight around
   our baby’s neck. Saliva and blood from a broken lip dripped
   out of her panting mouth. She glared at me, her face twisted
   into a snarl. I took hold of her wrist, the tendons still
   taut and unyielding.
   Monica eased up ever so slightly on Clara’s throat. The
   girl coughed and gagged, coming back to life a second time
   that day.
   “Hold her,” Monica growled at me, her only response.
   There was no denying her, I could see that. So I made
   the best of it. I took her place, holding Clara down on the
   bed by her throat.
   Monica stood and quickly changed into her favorite
   outfit: blood red knee-high PVC dominator boots with buckles
   (with their 4-1/2 inch steel spike heels she topped six feet
   in height), a tightly bound gunmetal gray chain-mail corset,
   black vinyl gloves, fingers cut off close to the hand, so
   that her own long fingers, the sharpened nails painted
   emerald green, turned her hands into talons.
   I’d eased up on Clara’s throat enough for the girl to
   breath again.
   At this point Monica stepped into a studded leather
   harness equipped with a thick black dildo. It swayed
   menacingly between her legs. It exceeded my own member in
   length by three inches, and was equally thick. This dildo
   and harness had been custom-made to her specifications: an
   exact replica of her own father’s cock. Around her hips she
   buckled a wide leather belt. On her right hip, cozy in its
   sheath, her father’s knife, its bone handle jerking with
   every step. Finally, she tied a velvet choker around her
   neck, matching her long thick black hair.
   Ready, Clara’s mother strode forward and took her
   position between the girl’s thin legs.
   “Don’t worry. You won’t be deprived after waiting all
   these years. I’m leaving one hole for you.”
   “Monica.” I dared speak. My cock was throbbing
   unbelievably, about to burst at the sight of the thick,
   swaying black dildo cock bouncing against my girl’s virgin
   cunt.
   She didn’t look up. “What?”
   “You promised I could have her. Have her cunt I mean.”
   ” I want her. You can have the next one.”
   “Nancy?” Nancy was Clara’s younger sister, just seven
   years old.
   “Yes.”
   “How do I know you’ll keep your word?” I had no reason
   to trust her.
   “You can do her anytime you want.”
   “Anytime? Even tonight? I mean after Clara?”
   “Yes. Any hole you want.”
   “I want her cunt.” I really didn’t have a choice
   anyway. But Monica knew exactly how to manipulate me. So I
   was stuck with Clara’s mouth. That really wasn’t so bad
   actually. My cock was still tingling with the tightness of
   her throat. I hadn’t even gotten it all the way down. There
   had been a good inch, maybe two, outside her lips by the
   time she’d past out.
   Monica pushed and I pulled on the girl, getting her
   into position on the bed. Her head hung down partway off the
   edge of the bed, her eyes staring up at me as I straddled
   her face. My thick cock bumped over her face, spattering pre-
   cum on her. She knew what she had to do. There was fear in
   her eyes and her lips trembled.
   “Do you have to Daddy?”
   “Don’t you want your Daddy?”
   “It’ll hurt.”
   “Not for very long, and not always.”
   “Are you going to fuck me forever Daddy?” she asked,
   the grimace of pain in her voice.
   “I don’t know baby. I hope so.”
   “Mommy will hurt me too, won’t she?”
   “Yes. She’s special in that way. Now open wide.” I put
   my fingers into her mouth and pried her lips apart. A wet
   pink and red hole opened in her face. The tongue, bruised
   and swollen, jumped back and forth in distress.
   “Hurry up,” Monica said impatiently. I bent my raging
   cock down. Slipped the dripping swollen head between her
   lips and thrust, instantly wedging it at the back of her
   throat. A muffled cry vibrated on my cock. I leaned forward,
   lining up my weight, and thrust again. Clara’s gag reflex
   kicked in. Her blocked coughs and sputtering, the spittal
   bubbling out of her nose, the pulsing squeeze on my cock as
   her throat spasmed, nearly made me cum right then. I thrust
   again, gaining perhaps another inch. Her throat, swollen
   from the last mouth fuck, was even tighter and more tender
   than before. She flayed at me with her small fists, tried to
   kick at Monica with her feet. I grabbed her wrists and held
   her arms down hard against the bed, then thrust my cock
   forward again. Clara’s back arched, lifting her buttocks off
   the bed. A golden stream shot from her cunt and swung wildly
   back and forth, splashing her mother. (According to Monica,
   this was the sign of Clara’s pleasure. Her pitch of
   excitement, her release, manifested the only way it could be
   in a young girl.)
   Stepping between the girl’s legs, Monica seized each
   ankle and pushed the two thin legs back over the girl,
   bending her daughter in half, the knees nearly pressing
   against the girl’s chest, fully exposing her cunt and
   asshole, glistening with freshly sprayed urine.
   My balls bounced against my daughter’s forehead and
   onto her closed eyes. Not more than an inch of my cock
   remained outside her mouth. She could no longer breath, her
   windpipe stopped up completely.
   Monica rubbed her fat fake cock into the small,
   glistening, shallow slit that I had coveted for eleven
   years. She found the small opening, and positioned herself.
   The girl did not have much time — and so neither did we. I
   couldn’t have stopped now, even if I’d want to. The bulging
   throat of my little girl, the vise-like grip with which that
   throat held my cock, Clara’s useless desperate struggles,
   the sight of Monica gripping the fat black dildo, the head
   just beginning to split our daughter’s smooth, bare, white
   baby cunt — I had no choice anymore.
   “Do it fast,” I barked at Monica. She placed her cock
   head on the spot, pressed down with both hands on Clara’s
   legs even harder, bending her literally in half, and
   leveraged her hips up in order to get a good true straight
   thrust. Clara’s hands, convulsed into two little fists,
   flailed around, striking her mother, striking me, attempting
   to beat us off. I heard a light crack!, like a twig being
   stepped on, from one of her joints. Clara’s face was turning
   blue, the light going out of her eyes. Only moments. Monica
   thrust down hard. Our baby’s small thin body convulsed with
   the pain. Her throat vibrated with an attempted scream,
   fellating my cock. I rammed my cock in all the way, pressing
   my baby’s chin tightly into my pubes, my balls filling her
   nose.
   Monica’s black dildo was already half way in, blood
   oozing out around it from the torn hole in our baby’s belly.
   Shit squirted from her asshole, splattering the bed.
   Monica’s member was so thick, the girl’s little body so
   small, that for all I could see her cunt had been totally
   obliterated. Her throat was like a jack hammer, the death
   convulsions superhuman in strength, on the verge it seemed
   of crushing my own cock. Pinkish spittle and mucus bubbled
   up out of her nose and around the cock filling her mouth.
   Monica, with a wild animal scream, thrust into her baby
   again, driving the black dildo completely into her. Clara’s
   back arched reflexively, thrusting her hips hard into her
   mom’s dildo, driving it even further, undoubtedly tearing
   apart her little girl womb. I came, hot paternal sperm
   jetting into my daughter’s ravaged body. Clara shuddered,
   jerked, seemingly in time to my own convulsions, then went
   limp. She relaxed and sank back quietly into the bed. A few
   diminishing spasms around her daddy’s cock sucked the final
   drops of spunk from me, and then I felt nothing but warm,
   wet heavy flesh hugging my member.
   Monica, after a last few sharp thrusts into the limp
   body of her baby girl, withdrew. The black dildo was
   dripping with red. Monica wrapper her hand around it and
   stroked, coating her palm with the sticky warm blood. Then
   she brought it to her face and licked. She licked until her
   hand was again, only a few traces of blood flecked around
   her mouth.
   “Do with her want you want until I get back.” She
   gripped the knife on her waist. “But leave this to me.” Even
   Monica had not even gone that far. I was horrified – but my
   cock jumped nonetheless.
   Monica left the room. I was going to have her cunt, one
   way or another. Her body was still warm, pliable, and that
   was enough for me. The girl’s throat in its death spasm had
   relaxed, and I easily pulled out. I positioned myself
   between her legs, pulling them wide apart into a broad “Y” -
   - almost into a “T” actually, with absolutely no protests
   from her. The gash between those skinny legs was red, raw,
   bleeding. The torn flesh hung loosely out of her. I guided
   my cock, and with one strong steady thrust pushed into her.
   Jesus Christ! Her tissues had swollen nearly shut, making
   her nearly as tight as a virgin. The hot sticky blood clung
   to my cock. I thrust into a mass of torn, swollen, oozing
   innards. Blood splattered up onto my belly as a pumped her.
   Harder and harder I slammed into the bottom of her belly,
   trying I guess to tear her up with my real cock more than
   Monica could with her fake.
   Suddenly, a moan, then a shudder. Clara gasped weakly
   and came to life. Every slam into her body shook her. The
   next thrust brought a cry of pain. She was definitely still
   alive. I don’t know how. Her brain must have been without
   oxygen for many minutes so maybe she was actually brain
   dead, and her body reacting autonomically.
   “Daddy,” she moaned.
   “Yes, baby,” I panted fucking her even harder and
   deeper. Her face twitched in pain. Her eyes were open, but
   seemed unfocused, even vacant.
   “Fuck me Daddy,” she mumbled. Maybe her brain was shot,
   but my girl knew exactly what to say.
   “I’m fucking you baby, fucking your whore cunt to
   pieces.”
   She began to chant in a childish sing-song: “Fuck me
   fuck me fuck me.”
   This was going to be mine, and mine alone.
   I leaned down over her and grasped her bruised and
   battered throat. I squeezed. Her eyes bulged out. I thrust
   hard into her. I must have torn half way up into her belly,
   for a agonized cry of extreme pain shot from her mouth
   despite my hand squeezing her neck. Her crotch and mine
   slamming into each other was nothing but a bloody mess now.
   I gazed into her eyes as I squeezed and fucked,
   rattling her small frail body. Her face turned blue, her
   eyes bugled even more, her tongue, dark purple, fluttered
   against her teeth. Reddish spittle bubbled up out of her
   mouth. Then her cunt came to life. Squeezing me, pulling at
   me, amazingly powerful contractions. I in turn squeezed her
   throat even tighter. Her lungs were empty of air now, and no
   more was getting in. A crack, then a snap, as her throat
   collapsed under my grip. Her cunt gripped me like a steel
   vice and I came again, shooting thick heavy cum into the
   bloody mess of her unused and now useless womb. Her head
   rolled to the side, Her neck was half its living diameter,
   half collapsed, black and blue where my fingers had dug into
   her. I applied my lips to hers, and gave her a tender
   goodbye kiss.
   I felt a hand on my shoulder. Monica. She pushed me off
   Clara, then knelt between the dead girl’s legs and putting
   her mouth to the bleeding ravaged cunt hole, sucked and
   licked it like a madwoman, drinking/eating the cummy, bloody
   debris of our handiwork.

   Later, Monica did use the knife on her, slicing into
   her belly and up to her chin just the way she’d been nearly
   butchered by her own father. I was stroking myself as she
   stuck the knife into her just about the cunt. When she
   pulled the knife up, cutting her open I came again,
   splattering my spunk into the open incision. I quickly left,
   not wanting to witness what Monica would do next.

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