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   The Ritual

   I didn't really want to hurt her.  I never wanted to hurt any of them.
But when I do what I have to do, I know they all suffer tremendously.  If
there was just some other way to do it...  but Angela is waiting for me
now. I'll have to hurt her.  There just isn't another way.  I hope it
doesn't last as long as last time.

   "My little darling, are you ok?" I know she can't answer me but I'm
trying to be nice to her.  She does make some kind of sound but it's
muffled.  I've never had a tennis ball in my mouth so I don't know exactly
how it feels or what it does to them.  It's never easy, especially having
to remove all those little teeth.

   Angela looks so cute trussed up like that.  Her little naked butt poked
up in the air, her little feet all bare and red from the pleasure.  Oh, I
mean my pleasure.  I know it hurt her so much but it can't be helped.  I
have to follow the ritual or it won't work.  I can see a little trickle of
blood coming from her bony little knees where she's kneeling on the paper
clips.  It's just annoying to them at first but sooner or later they all
bleed.  Must cut into them somehow.  I'll have to think about that, but
right now I have things to do.  I have to get her cleaned out.

   I guess a little background is in order.  I'm Wilbert K.  Rosembloom. 
I'm 57.  I used to live in Queens, NY but after I got out of prison I
couldn't stand staying in New York so here I am in Nixa.  It's a small town
in Missouri.  I found it through Google.  It said it was full of young
families and young families means plenty of pretty little girls...  and I
have to have plenty of pretty little girls.  It's a farming community with
dirt roads, deserted dusty back roads with farm houses scattered far apart.
It's a perfect place for me.  I found my house three years ago now, set way
back from the road, not even a mailbox to mark my drive.  I don't think my
neighbors even know I'm here...  but the parade of little girls know.

   I used to be a dentist.  Had a good practice until my mind got fucked
up. It was a little 7 year old beauty that did it to me.  I was examining
her teeth, getting her ready for braces.  I thought she was too young but
her mother insisted.  It was when she propped her little foot up on the
chair.  I glanced down and saw it.  Her little pussy.  No panties.  Just a
bald little slit of a cunt.  I'd never seen a child cunt before.  I'd never
thought about a little girl pussy before.  I flushed, turned beet red.  And
my cock stiffened.  That was all it took.  I knew instantly that I had to
have one.  I had to have a child's pussy.

   And it didn't stop there.  I only wish it had.  The progression went so
fast, so quickly.  It didn't take but a week for me to have my first.  I
had to pay for it, of course, but you can get anything in the City.  I paid
$1000 for a taste of a 9 year old pussy.  And I mean taste.  I ate it.  The
Moroccan that had her pushed her into the tiny bedroom I waited in.  She
was naked and cold.  She didn't try to cover herself.  I have no idea what
she said and I didn't care.  I had a naked child in a bedroom alone with
me. She ran to me, knelt on the floor and grasped the hem of my jacket and
looked up at me with pleading eyes.  She bowed down, she kissed my shoe.  I
know she was pleading for me to save her.  It was the most sexually
exciting thing I had ever seen.  I kicked her away.  She landed on her
back. I yanked her up and threw her on the dirty bed.  She lay there, wide
eyed and scared.  I put my hand in the middle of her little bony chest and
held her down.  She calmed, realizing there was no help to be had from me.
She lay flat and let me look at her.

   I can't recall her face.  It didn't interest me.  Her little tits were
just beginning to bulge, little mounds with dark brown quarter size
nipples. I ran my hand over them.  They were warm and firm.  I tested them,
squeezing gently to enjoy the feel.  My left hand stayed on her tit as my
right hand wandered down her thin body.  I felt her stomach, flat, hungry,
farther down.  "Spread your legs." I ordered.  I doubt she knew the words
but she knew the command.

   She opened her legs for my touch.  I'd never felt a smoother flesh than
hers, so smooth, so wondrous to the touch.  I felt lower, her little pussy
was in my hand.  No hair had ever grown there.  So warm.  I felt the slit,
the tight, closed little girl slit.  I reached lower and felt beneath the
slit.  Her anus, her puckered and incredibly small little butt hole.  I
circled it, toyed with it, poked it with my finger.  I was going crazy.  My
head swooned.  My cock had never been so hard in my life.  Here I was,
fully clothed, wearing a suit, and a little naked girl was letting me
fondle her.  I almost fell forward into her.  My mouth raced uncontrollably
into her pussy.  I took the whole cunt in my mouth.  I rubbed my face on
it, I licked in it, around it, up and down the slit.  I ate her like a
starving man would eat a muffin.  I was eating a child's pussy.

   A bell rang and someone knocked on the door.  "Time's up!  Time's up!"
I'd been with her barely twenty minutes and my time was up.  The child
squirmed out from under me and was gone.  I hadn't fucked her.  I hadn't
kissed her.  I had eaten her.  There was no satisfaction, there was only a
whetting of an appetite I didn't know I had.

   Two weeks later I was back with another $1000.  If I had only come a day
sooner, a day later, just not the day I was there.  There was no bell, no
knock on the door, just five burly New York cops that burst into the room.
I was caught.  The consequences were horrific.  Five years, 8 months, and 4
days later, I walked out of prison with nowhere to go, no license to
practice dentistry, and only the knowledge that my savings and investments
were still intact.  In fact, several of my investments had hit very well
while I was in.  I walked out a millionaire.

   The one thing I knew was that for almost 6 years I had thought about
little girls nonstop.  Not once had I masturbated without a little girl in
mind.  I knew I had to register and I did...  in New York.  It took me less
than a week to decide on Nixa.  Once a month I would have to scurry back to
NY to check in.  No problem.  An hour to the airport, an hour o so in the
air, check in, back home the same night.  I drive carefully, never run a
stop light, keep to myself, never have any problems.

   Then when I have to, when the urge is so strong it takes control, I take
my van and go hunting.  Sometimes I go as far as New Mexico, down into
Texas, once to the streets of Chicago.  I don't care.  I hunt.  When it's
right, I swoop.  I capture her.  I don't call them "it", they are never a
"target".  It is "her".  I respect them.  I know what I have to do to them
but I respect them and treat them with utmost care right up to the end.

   Somewhere along the line I made a transition.  I am no longer fascinated
with little girl pussy.  Sure, it's fun to eat and I even fucked one once.
But they get so much more pain, it is so much more fulfilling to fill their
little tight asses with what I do.  The intensity is so much higher. 
Tonight it is Angela's turn.  I hope it goes quickly.

   She is on her knees with her head down on the work table.  I spent
almost a week building it and it is perfect.  Adjustable height, leather
restraints in just the right places, handy cups for my tools, stainless
steel runs for the blood.  It's perfect.  Angela looks so pretty.  I had to
shave her head, of course.  I always do.  It is part of the ritual.  Her
face fits the hole perfectly so she can see what is happening to her. 
Beneath the table is the monitor.  The camera is above her and just behind
my work station.  I call it that.  My work station.  It's where I sit to do
what must be done to her.

   It starts with her teeth.  It was quite a feat for me to figure out a
way to stifle the noise.  I don't like noise and they scream so loud.  I
tried a cloth gag but it didn't work.  They could still yell.  I bought a
ball gag at an adult book store but those things are for show not for real.
Then it downed on me - a tennis ball.  Bright yellow, new tennis balls.  I
tried stuffing one in my own mouth but my teeth got in the way.  Well, as a
dentist that didn't present a problem.  So I tried it on one of my girls.
She really fought the removal and I had to turn her off...  that's what it
really is.  You don't kill them or anything like that.  You just turn them
off.  So I removed her front teeth and her canines.  The ball slipped right
in!

   Angela resisted too, but by now I have injectables that make them sleep
instead of turning them off.  That ruins all the pleasure that I have to
have.  Since she awoke she's tried to make a few sounds but it must be
awfully difficult.  A tennis ball is quite large in a small mouth.  Shaving
her head was easier with her sleeping so peacefully.  I think Angela is
about 8.  She seems about 8 anyhow.  She's stopped crying now but she'll
start again in a minute.  The next step is the feet.  I have learned to
love little girl feet.  Pudgy little bare feet.  The toes bother me,
though, so they must be removed.  I scoot her forward a bit - that's why
she's kneeling on the paper clips.  It makes moving her around so much
easier for me.  I want to make sure her toes are over the catch basin.  I
position my face shield so I don't get blood in my eyes and begin the next
step.  I'm so sorry this will hurt her so much, but it has to be done.

   I work quickly.  My shears are perfect for the job.  Spring assisted,
it's harder to open them than to close them and they are sharp as any razor
and strong enough to chop bone cleanly.  I start with her right foot and
clip the little toe.  She tries to arch her back to get away, I know she is
screaming but the Beethoven is playing loudly in my ears so I can't hear
her.  The next toe, the next.  I leave the big toes on.  I don't know why.
I just do.  I finish my work there and move to the next step.

   The feet must be placated.  They must understand the part they play. 
The cane must be used.  One great part of living in Missouri is the readily
available cane rods.  They are perfect for the ritual.  Each foot must
receive exactly 47 lashes, and so carefully applied.  I cannot overlap more
than half of them.  The blood drips into the stainless steel basin, less
and less with each stroke.  45, 46, 47.  I am tired now and have to rest. I
am allowed 14 minutes then I must continue.  I watch the clock.

   Now the cleansing.  She must be clean.  The garden hose has always
worked.  The nozzle fits into her little tight anus so I don't have to hold
it there until the force increases.  I drape the shower curtain over her
back to the spray won't get on me.  I am so gentle with her.  I grease the
nozzle well so it will not hurt her going in.  I push a glob of the slick
gel into her anus and very gently insert the nozzle.  I push it deeply into
her.  I wish the handle to the faucet were closer but it isn't.  I have to
get up to go turn it on.  The hose is 50 feet long and it must be empty or
the water will get to her before I get there.  It's a race as I turn the
faucet on full.  I make it back just in time to hold it in her.

   Can she feel the coldness of the water or is it the volume that annoys
her?  They always react to something, I'm just not sure what.  The backflow
is sensational.  At first it is a bit brown as their shit is flushed from
their bowels.  Then it usually has a hint of pink.  I leave it in for the
full two minutes that is required.  I reach under the curtain, pull it out
and shut off the water at the nozzle.  Her hole is open now.  And clean.  I
can eat it now.

   I must organize my tools.  First carefully put away the hose and wash
the nozzle.  I must have it ready nicely for the next girl.  I never use
the same shower curtain so it must be folded and thrown away.  I return to
her.  I know she has been watching in the monitor.  I wonder what she
thinks of her pretty ass.  All clean and open, so pretty.  Her little feet
have stopped bleeding.  I know the pain must be dreadful but it will take
her mind off of what is to come.  But now I get to eat.

   I spread her cheeks wide open and gaze fondly at her gaping hole.  I
look up inside her, all clean and inviting.  I bury my face in her ass, my
tongue feels her sphincter.  I lick all around it, up in it, I clasp my
mouth on it and suck, sucking her asshole into my mouth.  I am allowed
seven minutes before I must stop.  My cock is raging hard, knowing it is
his turn next.

   At the right moment, I arise and begin to undress.  My tie goes first,
then my suit jacket.  I take my time, there is no rush.  My shoes and socks
go next.  My shirt, my slacks I carefully hang up.  I don't want them
wrinkled.  My thong panties are the last to go.  They are red and tight, I
love wearing them, my hidden perversion.  I am naked and bare foot.  My
cock wants what it wants.  I pour ample gel on it, it is driving me.  I
pour gel on her anus.  It has closed back up but will open for me soon.  I
contemplate whipping her.  That has bothered me before and may have to be
included but not today.

   My cock head touches her anus.  I do not hesitate.  I shove hard,
grasping her hips for leverage.  I know the rapid thrust pains her but it
cannot be helped.  I thrust to the hilt, as deeply in her as my 5 inch hard
cock can go.  She is tight.  Even after the cleansing, she is tight.  I
must ejaculate in her.  I must cum three times before the ritual can
continue.  I adjust the camera so she can see.  It takes the full three
hours allotted.  The steps are straight forward.  I use her until I
ejaculate, then I must suck out my cum.  I am allowed to eat her pussy if I
want but I cannot fuck it.  I am allowed to punish her back and her legs
but not her ass.  Using cane on her legs is quite stimulating.  That
usually allows me to regain my erection.

   The second time takes longer and is more satisfying.  I cum deeply
inside the child.  I hold it in her until it plops out.  It makes me
giggle. I know she can see everything.  She is seeing my cock enter her. 
She is seeing my cock and that is stimulating.  It is during the third time
that I must begin the next step - the destruction of her breasts.  I don't
enjoy this part.  It is much too difficult.  I must reach around her and
put the needles through her nipples and children don't have nice protruding
nipples so I must lean on her and reach both hands around while my cock is
in her ass.  The cups holding the needles are ready for this step but I
must be careful not to prick myself.  I did that once and it was much too
painful for me.

   The first two needles are in, one in each nipple.  The weights come
next. Eight pounds each, about the weight of a gallon of water.  I must
ejaculate first.  I yank her back against me, slam into her, slam as hard
as I can to stimulate me and finally cum.  I am tired.  I must suck out my
cum and then I can rest for twenty minutes.  I rest.  I am hungry.  I go
upstairs to my kitchen and find a cold piece of chicken in the
refrigerator. I am still naked.  I play with my cock as I eat, thinking
about the pleasure I have had.  I hope she doesn't take too long now.  It
is almost over.

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