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 The aftermath of a world in turmoil changed all the parameters of morality.
This is a story of one sexual adventure by a perverted man who takes
advantage of the chaos.  This story contains forbidden material and must
not be read by anyone who objects to lurid tales of underage sexual abuse.
If you like that sort of stuff, loosen your pants.  You'll want to jack
off.

   I saw it coming ten years ago, right after the bloody end of the "Black
and Cross War".  Nobody had won.  The Muslims had succeeded in bringing
Sharia law to much of the world, the Christians in killing almost all the
Muslims.  But the world had descended into chaos.  Most world governments
had fallen.  Local tyrants ruled everywhere.  Rule of Law was a joke and
even the former policemen in most countries were leading the insurrections.

   It was all bad...  expect for guys like me.  With Sharia in place, it
was open season on the little boys and girls.  "Do it like HE did" was the
motto - the reference to Mohamed's little girl wife.  There were no more
boundaries, no more fear of being prosecuted for fucking an underage child.
It was open season on them.  The one's younger than 10 were the best - and
most sought after.  One's as young as five or six were readily available,
even in the centers of the former society.

   I'd made it to a little town in Wisconsin, farm community, large
families, lots of kids to get.  Me?  I concentrated on 7 year olds - either
boys or girls.  I didn't care.  As long as they were young, I'd fuck them.
I got there by thumbing a ride up from Chicago which had proven to be too
damned dangerous.  The black gangs were winning, taking over most of the
city.  You want a young one there, you had to get it from them for a price.
And most of them were so used up they weren't tight anymore.  I knocked off
the guy and took his car.  It was mine now.

   The town of Beaver Dam caught my eye, probably because of the name.  It
was a small town, no more than a few thousand, and it was a farming
community.  Lots of families, lots of kids, very little money in it.  So
the picking was good and I could afford it.  I carried my little 32 caliber
Beretta I'd taken from a dead body back in Chicago.  The AR-15 I found in
the truck of the car was a gift.  With close to five hundred rounds of
ammunition for it, I could do pretty much anything I wanted.  And I wanted
some kids.  My first night there proved wonderful.

   I came on a farmhouse set back from the two lane tarmac road just enough
to make it pretty well isolated.  It was a hot summer night and the
mosquitoes were buzzing around.  In the dim moonlit night I could see kids'
clothes hanging on the line.  I approached quietly and peeked in a side
window.  There they were, looked like a whole group of girls, maybe none
older then 12, one still in diapers.  Looked like the family had little to
do but fuck and pump out kids.  Parents sitting together on the couch.

   I went to the back door and tried it.  Typical country folk - the door
was not locked.  I stepped in, my pistol in my hand ready for whatever
might be waiting.  They didn't hear me.  I smelled popcorn and heard the TV
on full blast.  I slung the 15 up over my shoulder and headed to the living
room, popping off three rounds in quick succession, taking out the farmer
and the old lady.  All that was left was one boy about 12.  The noise from
the girls' room instantly stopped.  I smiled.  I was in charge and there
was no one to object.

   "Take off your clothes, boy." He stood and obeyed.  His young cock was
tiny.  A little action with my mouth would change that soon enough.  I
motioned him towards the back bedroom where the girls were.  I followed,
admiring his tight young ass.  I had plans for him and knew he would resist
but also enjoy it.  "You ever fucked your sisters?" I asked.  He stopped
and looked back at me.

   "You gonna make me fuck my sisters?" I nodded.  "Can I fuck Ginger
first?"

   "Which one is Ginger?"

   "She's 7.  She's real pretty." I pushed past him and pushed open the
door.  Four girls huddled against the wall.  I glanced at the boy and saw
his little dick had started to grow with the prospect of fucking his
sister. Little pervert.

   "OK, girls.  Time to grow up." I glanced around the room.  A bunk bed on
one wall, single bed on the other and a small crib in between.  Posters
plastered on the walls.  Beiber or Beaver, whatever his name was, in bright
blue and pastels, him long dead after the raping he got in Chicago.  "Get
up.  Strip naked.  Do it now." The girls looked at me in amazement, not
knowing what to do.  "Boy, strip the clothes off the girls.  Do it now." He
moved forward, the oldest girl pushed him back, holding him off, trying to
keep his hands away from her.  "No worries, boy.  Strip the next one." I
knew that was the one he wanted to fuck.  She didn't resist.

   Instantly I understood why he wanted her.  Gorgeous child.  Thin but not
skinny.  Flat chest, flat tummy, little hip bones barely protruding, round
face, full lips for a child, typical Scandinavian features with her blond
hair falling below her shoulders, blue eyes.  Hell, looking at her as her
brother stripped off her panties made my cock rock hard.  I'd let the boy
fuck her first but she's soon be mine as well.  She stood there against the
wall naked.  "Touch her, boy.  Touch her all over.  Kiss her mouth.  Touch
her pussy.  Rub her all over." The boy was having a wonderful time feeling
up his sister.  "Feel her pussy, boy.  Feel that little girl." Damn, I was
getting painfully hard.

   "Spread your legs, girl.  Do it now!" She obeyed.  "On your knees, boy.
Eat her little pussy." He didn't hesitate.  He grabbed her tiny butt and
shoved his face into her crotch.  I could tell he'd been wanting to eat his
sister for some time.  He went at her with a passion.  The child pushed her
pelvis forward, took his head in her hands and pulled him into her.  Her
head tilted back.  I think her eyes rolled back in her head.  She loved
what her brother was doing to her.  No one had ever touched her before
this. She is now sexualized and will want it all her life.  But I would
break her cherry.  I'd have that pleasure and I'd have it soon.

   I turned my eyes to the other 3 girls.  They all had the same pale
complexion and blond hair so typical up here in the north.  I pointed to
the only one with tits.  "You.  What's your name?" She stood mute, fear in
her eyes as she tried hiding behind her younger sister who was getting her
tight little virgin cunt eaten by her naked older brother.  "I said tell me
your name."

   "Margit.  They call me Margie....  Who are you , mister, why are you
here?  What was the noise?  Did you shoot my parents?" She'd have rambled
on if I'd let her.

   "Shut the fuck up, bitch, and get them clothes off.  Do it now.  Strip.
All of you.  Get naked NOW." My demands - and my tone of voice - worked. 
The two girls started removing their clothes.  "The baby, too.  Get her
naked.  Do it NOW." In moments, all the kids were naked.  Margie, the
oldest, had tits.  Not big tits but nice round soft tits that would tastes
so good when I started doing her.  The next couldn't have been a year
younger.  Shorter hair, still blond, but cut more to cup her face.  Flat
chest, not a hair on her cunt, nice shape for the age, maybe 11 at most. 
She was going to be fun to fuck, probably tight as hell.  The 7 year old
was till having her little pussy eaten.  The baby was plump, her little
pussy bulging and fat, so typical of little baby girl cunt.

   "Boy, stop eating your sister and stand up with them." He obeyed, in the
back of his mind thinking he would work with me, maybe be able to fuck all
his sisters.  His little dick wasn't so little anymore as it stood straight
up bumping into his stomach.  "You like that, didn't you, boy?" He glanced
around at his sisters knowing that he was on razor's edge.  Would they
think he was against them?  "Get over here.  Unzip my pants and take my
dick out." He hesitated but a simple stern look at his got his attention.
He struggled with the zipper but finally got my hard dick out.  "Now suck
it, boy.  Make your sisters' watch what they are going to do next.  Let
them see what a pervert you are, what a nasty brother they have." I saw
tears run down his cheeks as I grabbed the back of his hear and rammed my
cock down his virgin throat, gagging him as I shoved it to the hilt.  I
pumped him three or four times before I threw him on his back onto the
floor.

   "You," I pointed to the 11 year old.  "You, get your naked ass over here
and suck me.  Do it now." She barely hesitated.  I knew the moment she
knelt before me that she was going to do a lousy job of it.  But that
wasn't the point.  The point was to make her do it, make her take a strange
man's cock in her young mouth.  Make her taste sex for the first time in
her life.  Oral rape.  Sexualize the child.  "Boy, feel up Margie.  Feel
her tits, feel her pussy.  Margie, you feel boy's hard cock.  Make it feel
good for him.  Feel how hard his cock is.  He's so turned on by seeing his
sisters naked, seeing you, touching you.  Boy wants to fuck you, wants to
fuck his sisters.  And he will.  He's going to fuck all of you, aren't you,
boy?" By now my rock hard cock was surging in and out of child's mouth.  I
grabbed her short blond hair and threw her to the ground.  "Who's next?  "
I looked at Margit.  "You or the baby?" She hesitated, I could see she was
thinking about it.  But boy surprised me.

   "No, you ain't touchin' the baby, mister.  You kin do whatever else you
wants but you ain't touchin' my baby sister." The kid had spunk after all.

   "So what's the trade-off, boy?" He didn't realize my question.  "What
you gonna do for me if'n I don't touch the baby?  You give me you ass if'n
I leave her alone?  You bend over and take it in your ass?" I think I heard
his gulp...  but he nodded.  He'd take it up the ass.  "I gonna fuck your
sisters first, boy.  Then they gonna watch me fuck you like a girl.  You a
girl, boy?  You a little bitch girl?" I saw his 5 inch cook droop.  I
wanted it to stay hard.  "No, boy.  I kin see you likes girls.  You likes
these naked little girls, don'cha, boy?  In fact, I wanna see you fuck one
now." I motioned to the 7 year old.  "That one you ate.  I wanna see you
touch her, touch her all over.  Rub that pussy you ate, hump up against her
like a dog.  Turn her around and kiss her young ass, boy.  Kiss her all
over.  Kiss her mouth, kiss it good.  " My cock was raging hard now.  "I
gonna show you how it's done, boy." I took the child from him and felt her
chest, flat, almost bony.  I ran my hand down between her legs and felt her
soft, warm pussy, found her slit and gently ran my forefinger up and
down... so soft, so smooth, so warm..  and just a little bit damp.  I found
the hole, the tight virgin 7 year old hole and entered, ran my finger in
and out gently, felt farther inside to the resistance...  and shoved.  She
screamed.  I loved it.  Shoved my first and middle fingers in her, wormed
them around and pulled out.  Shoved them in boy's mouth.  "Taste your
sister, taster her cherry blood, boy.  You gonna fuck her in a minute, boy,
you gonna shove that pretty little cock in to her.  I lay my pistol on a
night table, picked up the child and kissed her sweet mouth, lowered her
down on me, found her hole with my steel hard cock and shoved her down onto
it.  Impaled her with a man cock.

   Out of the corner of my eye I watched Margit slowly move toward the gun,
knowing that she would lunge for it any moment.  And I let her, let her
make her move.

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   Daren Peters