Drake's new toilet.
WARNING the following story contains graphic sex with children
and adults. If such stories offend you do not read this go
somewhere else now. Story codes, Pedo, scat, urine play, rape,
torture and abuse, death. If the word nigger offends you find
another tale to read. If such things excite you then come on into
my twisted world and follow Drake as he acquires another living
toilet. The author does not condone any behavior in this story.
Do any of this shit for real and you will end up a guest of the
state and a butt toy for Leroy.

Drake looked down at the dirty brown hair that hung in matted
clumps on the wan child's head. She shook and coughed as she took
the wide head of the large man's cock into her mouth.  He let her
move her mouth over his erect dick to the back of her throat
before he let down his morning piss. He had been out drinking and
raping with the boys and he had a load of strong stinking piss to
wash down the messy Mexican food his intestines had turned to
shit which he had force fed the ten-year old girl. Her teeth were
loose and her gums were puffy red with open seeping sores. She
was not much more than skin and bones. He could count each rib in
her chest and her once nice firm ass was no more than sagging
skin over her hips. Her dirty chocolate-brown eyes were dull and
red rimed from the constant contact with human fecal matter.
Bonnie's tiny cunt dripped feted green-yellow pus from her
contaminated womb.
Drake had crammed her snatch full of his stinking shit before he
rapped her. Ugly red streaks ran up from her crotch as the toxic
poisons of the campylobacter, salmonella, and shigella bacteria
spread through her afflicted body. The killer was starving this
used up cunt and letting his abuse take its course. He emptied
his bladder and watched the child's stomach distend as it filled
with his used beer. The tall man pulled his cock out of her mouth
and shoved her to the concrete floor. Her petite head banged off
the hard floor and a cry escaped her bloated lips.
   Bonnie turned her head and vomited the stinking burning urine
mixed with the foul filthy shit he had forced her to eat from his
ass this morning.  The child retched and her ass squirted a runny
brown spray as she shit herself. Her body tried to extract some
nutrients from the shit he forced her to consume. Her belly was
often distended from the gases formed when his shit mixed with
the hydrochloric acid in her stomach.
   “Fucking Christ you stink! What a God Damned mess! Lick it up
you worthless piece of shit!” the tall large man screamed at the
child writhing in agony on the soiled dungeon floor.
“Sorry master.” the wretched child cried as she clutched her
swollen abandon.
“You will be sorry you dumb cunt! Now clean this mess up!” he
yelled as he drew back his booted foot and kicked the tiny waif
in the gut causing her to vomit yet again.
“Oh God, help me it hurts so bad! Please don't make me do it
again. I can't” she sobbed as she curled into a ball.
“God can't help you now slut!” Drake shouted as he stomped her
thin body. She screamed in agony as her ribs snapped and the
jagged edges punctured her lungs. Bright red blood ran out of her
nose and bubbled up out of her mouth as the mad man raged her
small body. He ground the heal of his heavy steel-toed work boot
on her left hand crushing the fine bones of her diminutive
fingers. The child struggled to get air but each breath brought a
new agony as the fractured rib bones sliced her insides.
Drake drew back his leg and sent a powerful kick to the dying
child's head. He saw her head bounce off the hard floor and heard
her jaw snap as his boot slammed into her head. The child was
convulsing as her life ran out. Her eyes grew duller and then she
slipped into her final rest. Where she was free from the abuse
she had endured for the last six months.
The hard man kept on stomping on the corps until his rage had
burned out. He looked down at the twisted pile of shattered bones
and torn flesh laying in a pool of shit and blood. Drake went to
a small table and opened a drawer and took out an e-joint lit it
and took a deep hit from the techno joint. He looked back to the
now dead child and knew that it was time to go shopping for a new
toilet.
 He reached into his pocket and pulled out his smart-phone and
placed a call to Steve Green his hunting buddy. They had been in
the crotch, USMC, together back in 04. They had done three tours
in Afghanistan along the border of Pakistan. It was there in the
rugged mountains that they honed there perversions on the
rag-head brats that the long war had made orphans. It was easy to
find small bodies to use and abuse. There were plenty of shallow
caves into which a broken toy could be disposed. They just threw
the dead children in the rocky crypt and tossed in a few sticks
of C-4 with some det-cord and no more bodies.
“Hay motherfucker you up for a bit of a shopping trip? My toilet
just crapped out. I am thinking of heading into Chicago and find
a new one. Maybe one of those exotic black ones.”
“Yea, once you go black you won't go back.  Just give me a couple
hours I have to finish a cage for Mistress Jacky. She is breaking
in some new stock at her spread. You going to use the Chevy van?”
Steve asked as he moved a steel bar into position on the small
square cage he was welding.
“Yes I will be driving the van.  I got to get over to Doc's and
get some trank darts. He says that this new batch will put a
rhino on his ass in under 30 seconds. I can be at your place
around 3, that work for you?” Drake asked as he took another hit
of THC from the metal tube.
“Yea 3 is fine with me. See you then motherfucker.” the short
squat man said as he put his phone in his pants and flipped down
the visor of his auto darkening welding helmet.  The MIG welders
tip arced a white hot light as the steel was welded into place.
Drake used a chain hoist to open a heavy steel plate door over a
deep pit dug in the sub-basement floor. There was a dim light
glowing in the pit. He could just make out the large dark shapes
of the hybrid Rottweiler-wolves as the circled in the darkness
below. They knew when the door was opened that someone or
something would be thrown into the abyss. The killer used a
rubber squeegee to push the remains of the young girl into the
pit. He heard her broken body impact the floor. It sounded like a
melon exploding. There was a brief fight among the beasts as they
settled whom would dine first. The large bitch bested the other
three and took the choice parts, liver, heart, and brains. The
sound of flesh being ripped from bone filled the chamber. Drake
let the heavy steel door down and the sounds of the beasts
feeding were cut off.
 He hosed off the floor and washed the blood and shit down a
drain in the floor. If he did not do this housekeeping the
dungeon would reek. Drake walked past a row of steel cages
stacked along the wall. He stopped at the third one and unlocked
its door. He reached in and grabbed a handful of blond hair. The
young girl screamed as he drug her out of the cage.
“Miss me bitch?” he laughed as he pulled the struggling nude
little girl over to a low bed.
“No! I want to go home! I want my mommy now! Don't touch me you
bad man.” Cindy cried as she hit at the nude man's body. Her tiny
fist just bounced off his hardened flesh.
 “Oh I will touch you, yes you little slut I will. I am going to
eat your cunt and suck your asshole. Then I am going to ram this
big cock in between your elfin legs and split your snatch wide
open. It is going to hurt, yea it is going to hurt a lot. You
have never had such pain as you will when I drive this meat
home.” he laughed as he tossed her on the bed and grabbed her
slim   six-year old legs and spread them wide. He thrust his
mouth over her lilliputian vagina and began eating her out. He
could feel the soft warm folds of her still virgin pussy. The
little hellcat bucked and kicked at him as he molested her. Drake
forced his thick tongue into the tiny opening. He found the
button of her clitoris and bit down on it. The super sensitive
nub sent waves of hot searing pain racing to the tormented
child's brain and she howled in agony as her hands found his long
black hair. She yanked on the hair as the mean man chewed on her
flesh.
She felt his hands explore her body touching her in bad places
that no one had before. Cindy felt a thick finger being forced up
her bottom and she raged against it intrusion.  He had stopped
biting her down there and was now sucking on the folds of her
yoni. She felt dirty and knew that the man should not be doing
these bad things to her, yet she was helpless to stop him. She
sobbed as he moved away from her legs and pulled her down on the
bed. His stinking body pressed her against the soiled mattress
and she felt him put the head of his thingy against the folds of
her yoni. She knew there was a tiny hole there in her body. Mommy
had told her that was where babies came out of a mommy. She did
not want to have this mean man's baby. No not at all.
There was a stabbing pain as he forced the head of his cock into
her tiny body. Her tight passage resisted the invading cock and
her tight flesh held back the thick meat. However the man kept on
shoving his thing against her and she felt something tare. A hot
jolt of agony ripped through her mind. The child arched her back
and tried to claw her way from under the heavy monster that was
raping her. Her body yielded a fraction of an inch as his cock
pressed into her unwilling body. Whit a savage thrust he split
the child's vagina open and three inches of his massive cock
stretched her cunt.
 “Oh yea baby your pussy is tight!” Drake called out as he rammed
more of his cock into the child. The little girl was sobbing so
that she could not form words to express the shame and agony she
was enduring. Her pussy was bleeding and that slick blood allowed
more of his meat to cram into her bantam body. His dick filled
her passage and it began to stretch as he forced more inches into
her. He looked down a her tiny tummy and saw the outline of his
prick in her body. He pulled his cock out a few inches and then
slammed it back in driving his cock all the way in her body. The
pain was more than her brain could handle as she passed out.
Drake did not care if she felt him rape her or not. He fucked her
and her body flopped around like a broken rag doll. Her cunt had
opened enough so that he could run his meat in and out of her so
tight pussy. It was not long before he felt his prostrate clench
up and he got the wonderful feeling deep in his balls as he
redyed to flood her immature pussy with cum. He felt his thick
ropey cum spew into her hot passage. Drake's long cock still was
rock hard and it wanted more.
 He yanked his prick out of her ruined pussy and flipped the
small young child over on her tummy. He spread her ass cheeks and
spit on her tiny rosebud anus. The tight red ring puckered just a
bit as he ran his index finger up her ass. He felt a soft mussy
mass in her bowel that coated his probing finger. He pulled it
out and sniffed her ass candy. The aroma of her waste got his
cock even harder. He rubbed his dirty finger inside of her bloody
pussy and then held the head of his cock against the rubbery ring
of her anus.
 The child moaned as she came around. Her moans became shrieks of
agony as Drake forced his throbbing cock up her tight ass. She
beat at the bed and pleaded with him to stop. Her piteous cries
fell on death ears. Her anus was a tight ring of pain for his
cock head and he loved it. It drove him into a frenzy, as he
rammed his meat all the way up her ass. Shit and blood oozed out
around the rhythmic pounding of his sodomy. The child screamed
again and again as he tore into her flesh. Cindy felt him press
his body hard against her's and then she felt him shoot something
sticky up her butt. She wanted to die so the agony would end. She
was not that lucky.
 Drake let his cum mix with the bloody shit in her ass and then
pulled his softening cock out of her destroyed ass. “Look what
your stinking ass did to my cock! It got it all dirty. Now suck
it clean you little whore!” he yelled as he grabbed her long
blond hair and pressed his stinking dick against her lips.
 The child opened her mouth and the nasty man-thing invaded her
throat.  She gagged on the nasty taste and the slimy shit covered
cock.
 “Suck it clean bitch!” he ordered as he put his hands on both
sides of her small head and moved it back and forth over his
cock. The child gagged again and she felt her tummy boil and
vomit rise in her throat. She tried to pull off his thing but he
held her tight. Her vomit sprayed out as her cheeks puffed up.
 “You fucking whore! Look at the mess you made! God Damned cunt,
now you are going to lick it all up.” he raged as his fist
slammed into her head. He held her hair with his left hand and
beat her with his right. Her cute petite nose was flattened and
dark red blood ran out of it. Her eyes were blackened and her
face swelled up as he pounded on her. She felt her jaw snap and
she screamed as blood sprayed out across the soiled mattress.
Drake pummeled the child until she passed out again. His rage
sated he drug Cindy back to her cage and tossed the beaten child
in. She lay as she fell in a twisted heap. Her blood pooled on
the cold steel floor as she slipped deep into shock. A few hours
later the child got her wish as she quietly passed from this
world of pain and sorrow into the eternal darkness.
 Drake took a long hot shower and popped some pills to take the
edge of his constant rage. He pumped iron and shot himself up
with anabolic steroids daily. He looked like the Hulk and acted
like the monster he had become. He and his pal Steve had made a
small fortune killing for hire in the Middle East for the Saudis
and the Iranians. Neither of them would have to work again so
they turned their idle time to fulfilling their darkest
perversions.  He dressed in a cheep  set of sweat pants and a
dark navy blue sweatshirt. He wore a light windbreaker over a
Smith and Wesson black leather shoulder holster that carried a
Model S&W SD9 VE Standard Capacity
16+1, 9mm auto-loader. It was loaded with 158 grain Mossier
hollow points with a steel penetrater sabot. The steel dart would
punch through most ballistic vests on the market as several
shocked bodyguards had found out.
 Drake laced up his USMC jump boots and stuck an English commando
dagger on the inside of his right boot top. He slipped a pair of
brass knuckles into his pocket and took a hit from a bottle of
Jack Daniels, yea nothing like mixing booze and pills to set the
day right. He had a nice buzz as he walked to the garage and
loaded the Chevy van. The new cargo van had no windows on the
body just the windshield and on the drive and passenger side
doors, those windows were tinted a dark smoky black that hid
whoever sat inside. There were double doors in the rear and
sliding cargo doors on both sides of the van. Bolted to the floor
was a holding box that was sound proofed and equipped with
locking hasp. It had chest and leg restraints to hold their next
victim.
 Drake made the short drive over to old Doc Wilson a dis-bared
and fellow pervert. Doc had been convicted of gross sexual
misconduct with a minor and lost his practice and did 3 years of
a 5 to 10 bit up state in Gary.  Now he provided needful things
for people who could not go to a real doctor or hospital. Drake
pulled his van around back of Doc's house and used the rear door.
 There was a keypad on the door frame, he entered a six digit
code and the steel door swung open. He went downstairs to Doc's
“clinic”. He heard a young voice cry out and the rhythmic
slapping of Doc's massive gut against the smooth firm ass of a
young nigger boy.
  The coon was strapped to a bench with his little ass thrusting
up in the air. Doc had both hands on the boy's ass as he pounded
his meat into the tight anal passage. The yard ape had a glassy
far away look in his dilated eyes. The coon was under the
influence of a strong cocktail of drugs that made him easy to use
and abuse.
  “Hay Doc, looks like your ass deep in that pickaninny. Once you
cum I need some trank-darts.  Steve and I are going hunting in
Chi-town. You interested in a new boy toy? I am sure we can pick
one up for you.” Drake said as he watched the older white man
fuck the child.
 “Here keep his ass open for me. I'll get the darts for you. Yea
I could use a new ass to fuck, old  Tirell here is getting
sloppy. All he does is moan when I fuck him. The new ones have
more fight in them.” he said as he pulled his cock out of the
bound boy's ass.
  Drake pulled down his sweatpants and moved to plunge his long
thick cock up the unwilling boy's ass. Nice thing about an 8 year
old nigger boy is when you turn them over you got an 8 year old
girl. The boy gave out a yell as the much larger cock stretched
his abused asshole.
  “Yea fuck that bastard!” Doc called as he saw Drake's huge cock
disappear up the child's backside. He unlocked a class fronted
case and got three small black plastic boxes out and put them on
his desk in the corner of the room. “These little fuckers will
drop a child in about 20-30 seconds. They will be out for about
an hour. Don't hit them twice or they will not wake up. It will
drop a fully grown man in about 45-60 seconds. They will have a
splitting head ache but that would be the least of their worries
if you tagged and bagged them. If you run across a nice little
Spick boy, I have a friend that is looking for one, thin and
around 3 to 7 years old.” he said as he moved to the drugged
child's mouth and fed his cock down his throat. The black boy
choked on the slimy soft cock as Doc grabbed his head and started
fucking his face.
  Drake rammed his meat up the child's rectum and felt that
building pleasure in his own ass and he got ready to cum. He
pumped a load of sticky goo in the little boy's large intestine.
  “That was sweet, I got to run Doc, see you this evening. I will
call if we find what you are looking for.” the killer said as he
wiped his cock on the nigger's leg.
  “Later motherfucker.” Doc called as he reamed the little boy's
face.
  “Keep you mother off the street and I would not fuck her.”
Drake said with a laugh.
  He drove over to Steve's place out in the norther Indiana
countryside. The black man had an old farmhouse that he had
remade into a man cave. From the outside it looked like a rundown
old Victorian redbrick house. The windows all had fake walls
behind them with old blinds and dusty curtains hiding what lay
inside.  The house sat at the end of a long two-track lane. He
rented the farm's 120 acre fields to the next door neighbor. He
did have a large garden that he puttered around in. He kept a
small herd 10 hogs. Their pen sat at the rear of the farmhouse
and large red barn. The swine doubled as his body removal system.
He would just toss the dead child in the pen at night and by
morning there would not be a trace of the poor unfortunate soul.
There was a hen house where he had a clutch of layers that gave
him fresh eggs and some damned good chicken dinners.
  Steve was out in his workshop welding up the cage he had told
Drake about. His buddy had made all of the cages that lined his
dungeon back in the small town he lived in. Between them they had
devised several wicked torture devices that had been put to use
over the years. King Steve's massive Rottweiler-wolf lay in the
doorway. He raised his massive head and took in a deep breath. He
knew Drake's scent and lay his head back down. If he had not
known the scent he would have be on top of the intruder awaiting
the kill command from his master. It was not a good idea to come
peddling religion or Tupperware here.
  “Hay bro how is it hanging? You see Doc?” the hulking black man
asked and he hung up his helmet and tossed his welding gloves on
a steel workbench. Steve had been an All American fullback at Pen
State when he blew out his right knee on an end run. He lost his
full ride scholarship and the next semester he dropped out of
collage and joined the USMC where he met Drake.
  “Lower than your little dick! Yea I saw Doc, he wants a new boy
toy and a young Spic boy if we can find one. He says these new
darts will put a kid down in about 30 seconds.” he said holding
up one of the black boxes.
  “I got two new Crosman 2240s. They are .22 caliber with a bolt
action design for easier cocking and loading. CO2 power is
provided by a 12 gram Powerlet and puts out 460 feet per second.
They come with open sights but I put Aimpoint Micro H-1 4 MAO red
dot scopes on them. Fucking scopes cost ten times what the
pistols did, but you can hit a gnat's ass at fifty feet. I bored
out the chamber to hold the darts.” he said as he opened a black
plastic gun case that held the pistols. They looked like
assassins weapons. He opened the small black dart case and loaded
one of the 2240s. He stepped out the back door and walked over to
the pig pen. He sighted the pistol at a yearling sow and shot her
in the ass. The swine squealed and kicked up her rear legs and
ran a few feet. Stopped, turned to look at her ass and then fell
over in about  20 seconds.
  “Looks like Doc got it right this time. I had better drag her
ass into a pen or the other motherfuckers will eat her. Never
take a nap in a pigsty. You will never wake up. My granddad
raised hogs down in Arkansas, he had over 200 head. Well one day
he had a stroke while he was feeding the hogs. When he did not
come in for supper my grandmother went looking for him. She found
him laying in the feed lot, well what was left of him. The sows
were having a feast. Grandmother went and got his Winchester
45-70 and shot the lot of them.” he said as he handed the pistol
to Drake.
  “Fuck that is a hard way to go. I hope the stroke killed him.
It would be a bitch to get eaten alive.”Drake said as he watched
the large black man easily drag the 100 pound hog into a holding
pen.
  He moved the pig and then lead Drake into the farmhouse. “I am
going to catch a shower. I don't think you want to smell pig shit
all the way to Chicago. Fix us something to eat. There is lobster
in the live tank and some nice baking potatoes under the sink. I
baked some cheese biscuit this morning just pop them in the
microwave.” he said as he tossed his soiled clothes in a hamper
in the laundry room.
  Drake found the live tank and picked out two large shellfishes.
He put a large pot filled with salt water on the gas stove to
boil and tossed the big lobsters. While they cooked he cleaned
two Russet potatoes and popped them in the microwave to bake. He
found a bag of pre-mixed salad and added some fresh carrots he
diced. The timer on the microwave sounded and he took the taters
out. The lobsters were done. He sat the kitchen table for two and
found a bottle of good white wine to go with the shellfishes. By
the time he had it all laid out Steve was done with his shower
and dressed for the “shopping” trip. He was in black sweats and
black combat boots. He had a Walter PPK in .380 ridding under his
left shoulder.
  “Hay supper looks good, you will make some lucky guy a great
wife!” he laughed as he sat down.
  “Fuck you, I got your wife right here! Come give her a kiss.”
Drake said as he grabbed his cock and thrust his hips out.
  “You wouldn't enjoy it all I would do is lay there like a dead
fish motherfucker. I'll melt some butter.” he laughed.
  They ate the meal and then Steve got his capture kit from the
closet in the hallway. The black canvas bag held restraints,
gags, a 50K stun gun, and duct tape. He tossed the bag in the
back of the white cargo van and headed northwest toward Chicago.
The two killers stayed off of the interstates choosing to use
county blacktopped roads. It would take longer to get to the city
but they would avoid 90% of the state police patrols. The winter
had been a bitch with record lows and massive amounts of snow and
ice. The bad weather had taken a toll on the roads. They were
taking a crossroad to State route 3 when Drake hit a massive
pothole that was filled with water. The sun had been in his eyes
so he did not see the wheel buster until the van slammed into the
hole. There was a loud bang and the van swerved hard to the
right. Drake wrestled the wheel and kept the van on the road.
  “Fuck! I hope we did not bend the tie rods.” he swore as he
pulled the van to the side of the road.
  “Shit we are in the middle of fucking nowhere. It looks like
there is a lane just up ahead. Let's take a look and see how bad
it is.” Steve said as he got out and walked around the front of
the crippled van.
   The left front tire was blown out and the rim was badly bent.
The dug out the jack and lug wrench and set about changing the
ruined tire. Once they had the tire off they saw that it did not
look like the tie rod was bent and the spare went on without much
trouble.
  “I'll drive. You all most killed us.” Steve said with a laugh.
  They tossed the damaged tire in the back and started down the
road. They had gone just a few yards when the wheel started
jerking and there was quiet a racket coming from the wheel well.
  “Christ, something is busted in the bitch. We cant make it to
Illinois until we get this fixed. I see a farmhouse at the end of
that lane. Pull in and lets see if we can Nigger rig this bitch,
oh sorry I meant Afro engineer it.” Drake said teasing his fellow
pervert.
  “Fuck you very much white man. Hay I see some kids bikes laying
in the yard. Look no fucking wires. This is an Amish farm. They
will have a shitload of little brats. I have two silenced Glocks
in the gun case. Let's go hunting. The fuckers will not have a
phone. Shoot any male over ten and any cunt over 13.” the black
killer said as he popped the gun case and handed Drake a loaded
9mm death-dealer.
  “I have a Crosman CO2 revolver loaded with Doc's trank-darts.
You can use the single shot 2240.” Drake answered as he dug out
the long sleek air gun.
  They pulled the van up to an open gate and stopped it a few
feet from the white well kept farm house.  Three young girls came
out on the long front porch and hung back while an older boy
dressed in black pants a blue work shirt and a black stocking
cap. He pushed his sisters back in side and went to see what the
damned English (the Amish call all non-Amish English, and it is
often a derisive term.) bastards wanted. He did not like the
looks of the two men and his Border Collie Shep was standing
guard growling low, he did not like the smell of the two
outsiders.
   “What do thee want?” the teenaged lad asked as he took a step
toward the van.
   “Why we want to fuck your sisters and kill your mommy and
daddy asshole.” Steve said as he raised his silenced pistol and
put two rounds into the lad's head. The rounds tossed him back on
the porch. The dog leaped off the deck and ran toward the black
man. The black gun spat fire and the brave dog fell on the white
limestone drive way. He cried and then fell silent in a growing
red stain.
  “Gun! Left window.” Drake called as he snapped two shots into
the open window. A young man fell out sporting a hole in his
forehead and one in his chest. The long double barrel shotgun
clattered to the porch and a woman screamed. “You take the front,
I'll cover the rear.” Drake said as he ran around the house.
   He saw three young girls running out a back door. He raised
the Crosman and tapped each of them with a dart. The girls cried
rubbing the spot the dart hit and then ran a few feet and then
fell hard to the ground.
   “Thee heathen fell devil spawn!” an old man with a long gray
beard swore as he ran from a nearby workshop. He was holding a
corn knife raised above his head. Drake shot him twice in the
chest and then walked over and put a round in his head. He saw an
older man running toward a saddled brown horse tied to a hitching
post near the barn. He shot the man in the back and then shot the
horse twice in the skull the beast collapsed and made quite a
racket until the killer shot him again behind the left eye. He
heard a shot come from the house. He checked the barn and found
two young boys hiding in a corn crib. He tranked them and bound
their hands behind their backs and checked out the rest of the
large farm building. He opened a wooden door to a storeroom and a
young man stood holding a pitchfork aimed at him. The Amish man
hesitated for an instant, it was the last mistake he would make
on this earth. Drake shot him in the chest and then a double tap
to his head. He found a young woman hiding behind a stack of
straw. He killed her and then went to see how Steve was making
out in the house.
   He saw the coon killer coming out of the kitchen dragging a
cute young blond Amish girl who looked to be around 12 to 15. It
was hard to tell with these corn fed Amish lasses.
  “The barn is clear, along with the other outbuildings. How did
it go in the house?” Drake asked as he pulled out a full magazine
for his pistol and ejected the nearly empty clip. He slammed home
16 fresh rounds in the deadly weapon.
   “Not too bad. I iced six adults and one old bitch that got off
a shot at me with a 30-30. There are four young girls in the
house. I tied them up and left them in a bedroom. We had better
call Johnny and tell him to bring his big rig and tow the van
back to town. I think this little bit of Amish gash will more
than pay for the trip.” Steve said as he shoved the young teen to
the ground.
    “Ye, art all heathen dogs that shall surly roast in Hell!”
the blond girl cried as she tried to rise.
   “Could be bitch, but you will be pig feed long before that
happens.” Drake said as he aimed the Crosman CO2 revolver at her
chest and fired. The young teen cried and pulled the red
feathered dart from her chest and rubbed the wound.
   “God save me!” the girl yelled as she faltered and then
collapsed in a heap where she sat.
  They rounded up the children and locked them in the cellar
while the ransacked the house. Drake found a false bottom in a
hand carved chest. There was over 40k in cash along with several
silver ingots and a few gold bars. He guessed the old Amish man
did not trust banks. Drake was glad that the old fool did not.
“Johnny said that it would take about an hour to get to the
farmhouse. He was on a call for the County Sheriff cleaning up a
fatal car crash on US 24 west of Wabash.” Drake said as he showed
Steve the stash of cash and bullion he had found.
    “Fuck me, that was one lucky God Damned pothole he hit bro!”
Steve joked as he entered the cellar.
   They got the children out of the cellar took a head count.
They had two young boys ages five and seven. Doc would get them.
There were seven young girls ranging from three years old to
twelve and one thirteen year old who they would give to Johnny
for his trouble. The children were crying but for the most part
behaved mostly out of fear of the bad men that had killed so many
of their kin. The men hogtied the children and put the girls in
one bedroom and the two boys in another. They carried the dead in
the house and dumped them in the cellar along with the dead dog.
    “Not a bad catch, these Amish cunts will be fun to train I
think we have enough time to get to know one or two of them
before Johnny gets here.” Drake said as he went into the room
with the little girls.
   “I have my eye on this little muffin here.” Steve said
pointing to the youngest child.
   “She looks good enough to eat!” Drake said as he pulled up the
long blue cotton dress of a six year old blond. The child
screamed as the man ripped off her cotton panties.
   “Scream all you want girl it is going to hurt a lot and no one
is going to save you.” Steve said as he grabbed the youngest
child and took her into her dead mother's bed room. He shut the
door but the other children could hear their sisters shrieks of
terror as the black man raped her.
   Drake looked at the smooth skin of the child's legs and saw
that she had a puffy mound between her luscious thighs. The
little girl's ankles, face, neck, and lower arms were tan from
long hours working and playing out side but the rest of her flesh
was milky white. Her firm tummy quivered as his hands touched her
warm flesh. Her crystal sapphire eyes grew large and filled with
tears.  The Amish pre-teen's full dark pink lips shook as his
hands invaded her body. She cried out as he touched her yoni.
   “Thee should not touch me there. Tis nay right and an
unspeakable sin. Thy family shall surely shun thee. Please sir I
beg thee do not touch me there.” Eden Yoder begged wicked English
man.
   “Honey my folks are long dead, and my sister wouldn't walk
across the road to piss on me if I were ablaze. She did not like
me touching her or her children here either.” Drake laughed as he
spread the folds of her immature vagina. The other young girl's
on the bed cried and struggled with their bonds as the hated
heathen beast molested their sister.
   “Shut the fuck up!” he shouted with a harsh voice. “The next
cunt that utters a fucking word gets a bullet in the God Damned
skull. You little shits understand me?” he said as he grabbed the
little girl by her long blond hair and drug her into the next
bedroom.
   He tossed her on the bed and pulled his erect cock out of his
sweatpants. The killer put his pistols on a nightstand next to
the bed as he got between her legs and grabbed her hips and
puller her crotch to his face and began to eat her pussy.  Her
tender flesh was hot on his lips and the unmistakable flavor of
little girl cunt juice graced his probing tongue. The child cried
and struggled as the man did nasty things to her down there.
   She had seen Zedekiah, her older brother and Bonnie Miller do
the same thing once in the hayloft. The child went and told her
mother what she had seen. That had led to a bundling that night.
Bundling, or tarrying, was the traditional practice of wrapping
one person in a bed accompanied by another, usually as a part of
courting behavior. The tradition is thought to have originated in
England and later became common in America especially among the
Amish. When used for courtship, the aim was to allow intimacy
without sexual intercourse. A wedding followed before the girl
got heavy with child.
  Drake's hands explored the forbidden parts of the young child's
body as he sucked her tiny slit. He felt her grow wet as her body
responded to his ministrations. She was shaking in fear and he
imagined in pubescent lust. His cock was rock hard and in need of
a tight wet warm hole to stretch. He moved up and put his weight
on his forearms as he pressed the head of his massive cock into
her oh so tiny slit.
   Her screams only drove him onward as he shoved his hips
against the child's. She was writhing in agony as the large cock
head was forced into her body. She felt a stabbing pain and then
something down there tore and a fire burned between her petite
legs. Eden pounded her small fist on the English fiend's back but
he continued to force his body into hers.
   Drake felt her maiden head rip and the tip of his erect cock
pop into her passage. The hot flesh of her womb clamped around
his invading prick like a boa constrictor. He let his cock
stretch her flesh and then rammed another inch into her. She
screamed again and again with each thrust of his man meat. He had
half of his cock in her when his cock head touched her uterus.
The immature womb was ripped by the force of his rape and his
cock slammed all the way in her tiny body. The pain was so great
that all the child could do was gasp for air. She threw her head
from sided to side and tried to push him off her abused body. He
was far too strong and heavy for the little child to dislodge.
She felt him pull out of her body and she thought for an instant
that he was done raping her. She was wrong as all he did was slam
his cock back in all the way. She felt her yoni stretch and the
pain was not as bad but now he was pounding himself into her. She
prayed for him to stop, then she prayed for her father to come
home and make the bad man stop hurting her. Then she prayed for
God to just let her die.
    Jedediah drove his buggy down the road and had the feeling
that something horrid was happening at home. He cracked a buggy
whip on the rears of his matched black geldings as they broke
into a full gallop and pulled the bouncing buggy faster down the
blacktopped road. He saw a white van parked in front of his
house. He did not see any of his kin about. He lashed the horses
and stood up in the buggy. The pair of geldings flew down the
long drive way. The Amish man yanked back on the reigns and the
horses went from a full gallop to a stone plowing stop. He jumped
from the buggy and ran towards his house. He saw blood on the
grass and the broken window frame.
   He saw that his guns were not in the rack over the hearth and
he gave a silent curse to the heavens. He grabbed a heavy iron
poker from the fireplace and went to the sound of his screaming
children.  He kicked in the door and saw an English dog rutting
on one of the little ones. He could not recognize her face as it
was contorted in agony and fear. He yelled and rushed the bed.
  Drake heard the door crash and reached for his weapon and
rolled off the little girl. The enraged man was nearly on him. He
fired three rounds into his chest but the man still brought the
iron crashing down on his chest. It felt like he had been hit
with a sledgehammer. Drake fired again striking the man in the
throat and just under his nose. The back of the Amish's head
exploded in a red mist.
  The little girl screamed again and struggled to get off the bed
to hold her dead father.  Drake back handed the child and knocked
her off the bed. She collapsed on the floor and did not move as
she was knocked senseless. Killing made his cock hard. He pulled
the limp child up on the bed on her tummy so he could sodomize
her. The child's tiny rosebud anus shown like a ruby between two
mounds of snowy flesh. He spread her ass and looked at the
crinkled rim. He did spit on her hole to make his rape somewhat
easier.  Drake pressed the head of his stiff cock against her
still virgin anus. The ring stretched a little as he forced his
meat into her body. The ring stretched to it limit and just the
tip of his cock was in her. He shoved harder and the skin opened
a bit as the muscles gave. The head of his cock popped in her
rectum. It felt wonderful to him, she was so fucking tight that
it hurt him. He fed on the pain and wanted more. With a huge
lunge he drove two more inches up the six year old’s bowel.
   The child screamed as she came too and felt the agony ripping
up her young ass. She thrashed under his weight and begged him to
stop. He laughed and drove the full length of his manhood in her
body. Red blood squished out around his cock as he now fucked her
at full speed. Her shit now mixed with her blood and he felt her
bowel tare. Her shit was mixed in her thoracic cavity and the
nasty bacteria soon would infect her internal organs. If she did
not get medical treatment soon she would die.
  Drake pummeled her ass as he enjoyed the tight flesh of the
young Amish child. He pulled his shit covered cock out of her ass
and flipped the little girl over on her back. Her eyes were red
and her face was contorted from the agony his abuse had caused
her. He lifted her slim legs over her shoulders and drove his
filthy hard cock into her still tight cunt. Soon pink blood
frothed out around his thick cock as he drove his meat into the
screaming immature child. The pink blood turned a muddy brown as
he rubbed her shit into her damaged vaginal canal. He was
pounding his balls against the small child's ass as he reamed her
without mercy. The large man held her legs in the air and her
arms pined to the bed. The hand made quilt was stained with her
blood and shit and Drake's cum as he shot a load up her ruined
cunt.
   He looked down and saw the mess that ran out of her body and
knew that she would not live more that a few weeks at best. He
did not want to try and nurse a dying child. He let go of her
arms and put his massive hands around her fine slim throat. She
looked up at the beast and saw death in his eyes. She wanted to
die for she could never live with the horrid things that he had
done to her. She was spoiled and no good Amish boy would want a
woman that had lain with a filthy English beast. Eden went slack
and felt the man crush her throat. She tried to draw air into her
screaming lungs but none came. She felt cold and then the world
grew dim and finally she felt no more pain or shame. She saw a
bright light and floated up to it. She looked down and saw her
nude ruined body lying still on her mother's bed. She hoped that
her mother had not looked down from heaven and saw what a mess
the man had made on her prize quilt.
  “Hay Drake, Johnny is here with the wrecker. I see your brat
did not make it through your sex play. Mine did not make it
ether. I split her from twat to tit. Sure was some god-awful
tight pussy though. I tranked all of the brats and tied them up.”
Steve said as he waited for Drake to finish fucking the dead
Amish cunt.
   “That's cool. Yea this one was a nice piece of ass. Too bad
she broke. Oh well we have enough to go around. I'll help you
drag the meat into the van and we can torch this place and get
the fuck out of Dodge. We have been here way too long sooner or
later some motherfucker is going to roll up and find this mess.”
he said as he wiped his cock on the quilt and left the dead child
on her mother's bed.
  They carried the children out of the farmhouse and piled them
in the rear of the van. Johnny hooked the damaged van up to the
wrecker and pulled it down the lane and then waited for the two
killers to set the farm to the torch. Drake tossed kerosene from
a 5 gallon blue jug he found in the barn around the house while
Steve did the same to the outbuildings. Black smoke billowed up
from the ravaged farm as the large black wrecker drove down the
county road and back to Steve's place.
   Sharif Andy Gushart looked at the still smoldering ruin of
what used to be Jedediah Yoder's farm. He walked over to Chief
Miller of the county volunteer fire department.
   “Hay Carl this has to be arson to cover up a mass killing. How
many bodies did you find in the cellar?” he asked as anger grew
in his gut. He really wanted to get the fuckers that did this.
   “Andy it ain't good. Doc tells me we got 15 bodies so badly
burned it will take a while to even know if they are men or
women. There were two kids bodies for sure, probably girls. It
looks like two boys and five young girls are missing. I hate to
think what the fuckers that did this are going to do to them.
Some of them may have been off the farm. We won't know until we
talk to Deacon Elder Yoder. He can contact the Amish community
and find out if any of the children are somewhere else. Andy
you've got to get this bastards. They shot a horse and a dog.
I've seen shit overseas in Iraq, but that was war. You just do
not see shit like this here in the states.” the fireman said
shaking his head.
   “Thanks, the State Police and the State Fire Marshall are on
there way. They have the manpower and the equipment to deal with
this. I have to go handle with the news hounds. Don't make any
comment to them. We need to clear it with the state boys, and yea
we will get these bastards for sure.” he said as he walked to the
yellow police line tape fluttering in the wind and approached a
mass of cameras and reporters thrusting mikes in his face. All of
them were shouting questions.
   “Look I know you all want as much information as soon as you
can get it, however this is an ongoing criminal investigation. I
can not give you much more than several bodies were recovered
from the fire and we are awaiting identification of those
remains. At this time we do not know any names or even how many
people died in the fire. We have no information on who may have
done this, nor any motive. Indiana State Police are going to take
over the investigation and all news will come from them. I am
sorry I do not have more for you at this time. Now you will all
have to get off the farm as this is an active crime scene.” he
said as more questions were shouted at him.
   His deputies helped him clear the news vultures off the farm
as the State Police CSI units rolled in. There were seven black
vans and ten patrol cars that pulled in.  The circle jerk began
in earnest.
  Back at Steve's Drake and Johnny were deep in soft child flesh
and screams filled the black man's torture chamber. Steve was
using a little girl's ass while her sister offered up her tiny
pussy for him to dine on. Yea it was going to be one of those
good long fucks for sure.

  This is fiction, sick twisted shit. Do any of this and you know
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