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 The Unspeakable Obscenities (Pt.01)(Mg, pedo, explicit, BDSM, snuff)

   by Jack Woody

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   The Unspeakable Obscenities - Part 1



   WARNING!

   It's unlikely you will ever read a more vile, despicable story of human
depravity, no matter how hard you search the annals of human history.  Yet
someone must tell the story, as it happened, leaving out none of the sordid
details, so everyone who dares to read it will know of the evil that exists
out there in the same world they, themselves, inhabit.

   If you have a strong aversion to depraved indifference of the most
unimaginable sort, then I warn you- DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!

   Do not take this warning lightly.  I offer it to you, as an opportunity
to save yourself from the totally sickening, gut-wrenching horror that lays
in wait for you, in the telling of this story.

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   Mankind has known its fair share of despicable creatures, disguised in
the cloak of men who were themselves capable of the most horrendous
obscenities against their fellow man, but few were more vile than Nelson
Macabe.



   Nelson Macabe had no need for the company of strangers, and was
incapable of claiming any others he had known, throughout his much too long
life, as friends.  Not even his family could be considered as `being in his
corner.'

   He lived far from civilization, out in the alligator-infested swamps of
Southern Florida, where there were no neighbors to bother him, and no one
to hear the things that could be heard emanating from Macabe's rundown
shack, he lived in.

   Late at night, when the gators were busy with their most active hunt for
food, Nelson Macabe, too, was usually his busiest.  Like the descendants of
prehistoric times that swam the swamps in the cover of darkness, he too
avoided the heat of the day, as well as the possibility of discovery by the
very prey each counted on for their survival.

   Nelson Macabe didn't worry about the things that usually differentiated
a civilized man, from the wild animals on the fringe of civilization.  He
couldn't tell you when he last stepped into a shower, or when he last held
a bar of soap in his hands.  Nor, could he tell you when he last washed the
clothes he wore, day after day.  Neither, mattered to him.

   He had no job, no place to go, and kept to himself nearly all the time.

   His shack had no running water, no place to wash up and the bathroom was
a toilet seat outside, on the back of the dock.  Nelson Macabe couldn't
have cared less.  The swamp served as his bathroom, and there was no need
for any other amenities.

   There was a grimy old mattress on a rusting metal bedframe for him to
sleep on, at whatever time of day he chose to do so, a table with a single
chair for him to eat at, some ramshackle shelving with canned goods
sparsely littering them, and below the warped shelves there were some
slightly askew drawers, of varying sizes.....six in all.  On the floor,
there were a number of gallon water jugs, some empty, most full.

   A short sturdily-built wooden frame was curiously attached to the wall,
with blocks holding it four inches from the wall.  There was a narrow shelf
at the bottom of the frame.  The shelf was approximately two feet above the
floor, making the top of the frame roughly five feet high.  The shelf had,
at one time, been a wooden crate, though it was clear that it was now meant
to be a platform for the frame.

   At the four corners of the frame, there were thick straps of wide brown
leather, each with its own silver metal buckle at one end, and a series of
holes at the other end.  The straps were held in place by snap clips
attached to large rusty eyebolts that were screwed into each of the four
corners of the short frame.  The belts hung against the frame, open, like
traps in wait of their next bit of prey.  The thick leather was curled, and
well-worn, and had the appearance of having been pulled tight many times to
secure their intended captive.

   In addition, there was a strap buckled to each side of the frame,
roughly a foot above the lower corner straps.

   To even the most naïve visitor, the frame could only be interpreted as
being a sinister device, and to look at it, one could only conjure up
visions of evil purposes, to explain its existence.

   There was also a wooden slat-back arm chair in the far corner, with
eyebolts and straps like those on the frame against the wall attached at
the front corners of the seat.  The end of each arm also held an eyebolt
and strap.  Again, one could only assume this was not a chair you would
offer to a good friend who had come by for a visit.

   There was a small propane stove, like those you would purchase to go
camping with, and a few assorted pots and pans, scattered about, none
having an assigned place to be.  Nothing in Nelson Macabe's shack seemed to
have an assigned place to be.....other than whatever or whoever had been
unfortunate enough to occupy the space inside the small wooden frame.

   Outside the shack, there was the old crudely built dock, on which the
shack was built, and a short ladder, leading down to an old beat up
aluminum skiff with a small outboard motor affixed to the transom, and a
pair of oars held in place by the rusty oar locks.

   Inside the boat there was the red gas can typically used by outboard
motorboat owners, some relatively long lengths of thick nylon rope, and an
old olive-drab duffle bag.  Laying amongst the pieces of rope, in the
bottom of the boat, there were also a couple of empty beer bottles that
looked like they had been there for several months.

   Nothing changed very quickly in Nelson Macabe's world, and those same
bottles would remain there for many more months, or until they bothered him
enough to throw them out.

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   For most of Nelson Macabe's adult life, he had craved young girls, in
the most despicably depraved ways imaginable.  The first signs of something
not being quite right, with him, occurred when he was caught more than
once, fondling the young daughter of a distant cousin, shortly after
graduating high school.  Macabe's repeated attempts and successes at
bringing the young girl to a private place where he could touch her in
highly inappropriate, and sexually depraved ways, earned him the status of
being shunned by his whole family.

   The family kept his distasteful forays into sexual depravity within the
family's sphere of knowledge, not reporting him to the authorities, and
keeping him far away from younger female family members, from that point,
on.  Nelson Macabe's shunning away from society had begun, at his own
family's hand, and it would only grow more and more pervasive in his life,
the older and more despicable his personality became.

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   Macabe's journey into a darker form of depravity began to manifest
itself shortly after he returned home from a decidedly abbreviated
experience with the Army.  He had been drafted, during those last few years
of the Viet Nam war, and after just four short weeks of Basic Training, in
South Carolina, Nelson Macabe was deemed `unsuitable for military service,'
due to unspecified `medical' reasons, and was sent home with a medical
discharge.

   Nelson Macabe had been incapable of blending into the orderly and highly
structured society that the Army required of its members.

   He refused to follow the rules that a civilized society expects of its
citizens, refusing to submit to all forms of personal hygiene and generally
displaying anti-social behavior whenever interactions with others was
required.  He had no friends, nor did he want any.

   His superiors tried every type of persuasion known to them, to inform
him that it would be in his best interest to do as told, and their advice
fell on deaf ears.

   Nelson Macabe had not asked for the intrusion into his life that the
Army represented, and he was not about to submit to its rules and
regulations, no matter what the Army wanted.

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   Once he had been released, and allowed to return home, his regression
from society only continued to deepen, and he severed all ties with family,
and kept any other type of interpersonal relationship from coming to life.

   He spent a number of years living in secluded apartments, working menial
jobs, in which interaction with other humans was kept to a minimum.  A job,
such as dishwasher in a restaurant was ideal for Macabe, and he spent a
number of years, in that occupation.  He had his own little room, where no
one bothered him, and there was no real interaction with other humans
required.

   Of course, to group Nelson Macabe into the characteristic grouping of
`humans' was a complete inaccuracy, to begin with.  Physiologically, one
would assume that he fit into that zoological species, but in reality,
Nelson Macabe was far removed from anything you could consider as being
human.  He had much more in common with the alligators that inhabited the
swamps surrounding the area he grew up in, than he did, any humans located
in the same region, or anywhere else on earth, for that matter.

   It didn't take long for him to realize that he had very little desire to
even maintain the limited contact with others, he was subjecting himself
to, and he made a conscious decision to further alienate himself, by
quitting the jobs he hated, anyway, and moving out to the swamps where
there were no people to bother him.

   He found a place, secluded enough to give him all the privacy he wanted,
and yet not so far away that he couldn't slither back amongst the members
of society that he had now himself shunned, for short visits to feed his
needs.

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   Nelson Macabe didn't have many needs.  He was able to scavenge or catch
whatever short-term food he needed, to keep himself alive.  Canned goods he
would get at food pantries.  He would siphon gasoline from people's gas
tanks, to fuel his boat, and steal propane tanks from people's back
porches, to fuel his stove.  Beyond that, his only needs were of the
darkest, most vile type imaginable.

   Nelson Macabe was possessed by the strongest cravings for little girls,
you could ever imagine.  And his deepest darkest cravings went far beyond
the little girls, themselves.

   As evidenced by his earlier familial molestations, Macabe's penchant for
little girls centered around a deep-seated need to touch them, as was
fairly common in most pedophiles, although Macabe's went far beyond the
usual pedophile's desires.

   Touching a little girl's soft smooth skin was nearly enough to make him
ejaculate, without ever touching himself.  A little girl's pristine soft
smooth skin was sacred, and Nelson Macabe did indeed worship it.

   Macabe would quietly skulk his way back amongst the society he had
escaped from, observing the citizenry, and in particular, the young little
girls, hunting for his next victim.  Once found, he watched her....letting
himself grow hard over her, as he quietly followed her around, staying in
the background, learning her habits......masturbating over her in the
bushes......letting her make him cum out his desire for her.

   He would imagine his grimy fingers seizing her.....carrying her away,
bringing her to his lair, where he could tie her up and entice her young
body with sexual persuasions, inducing her and manipulating her young body
into responding involuntarily, in ways that only drove him deeper into his
sexual fervor.

   But Nelson Macabe's imagination only carried him so far.  At some point,
the dreaming stopped and reality took over.  Once he wanted a little girl
badly enough, he would find a way to snatch her away from the life she had
known, and introduce her to his world, where she would quickly learn about
the things Nelson Macabe had in mind for her.

   Tied, spread-eagle to his frame, a little girl had no choice but to give
him unrestricted access to every part of her naked little body, for just as
long as he needed to enjoy it.

   But touching wasn't where Nelson Macabe's cravings ended.  They only
began, there.  Above and beyond the hunger in his fingers for a little
girl's naked body, there existed the need in his tongue to lick and caress,
and the need in his mouth to suck on her soft tenderness.

   Licking and sucking the softest fleshy areas of a little girl were of
paramount importance to him.  Her soft meaty inner thighs, the smooth round
muscular cheeks of her bare ass, the tender plump meat of her innocent
hairless little vulva, and the delicious slit between those soft pouty
lips, so full of delicate pink flesh to suck the juice from, for hours on
end!

   Nelson Macabe would drip long thick ropes of lust, from his throbbing
hard cock, as he licked and sucked those vital areas of a little girl's
body.

   Completely naked, with his fully engorged cock wagging back and forth
with every movement, he would explore and tease his little victim's naked
body, in every way imaginable, forcing her innocent little body to
respond.....feeding him those sweetly delicious little girl juices that he
craved more than you could ever imagine......swallowing them into his
body....nourishing himself with those things that could only come from the
sweet little innocents that he chose for himself.

   Out in the seclusion of his shack a little girl could scream to her
heart's content, and no one would ever hear, beyond the ears of Nelson
Macabe, who fully welcomed it.

   He would turn their screams of anguish into cries of uncontrolled sexual
response that he would draw out of them until they were left limp from
physical exhaustion.

   Unlike the Army had experienced with Nelson Macabe, he knew how to get
exactly what he wanted from his little captives.

   His fingers, tongue and cock were the main tools he used to sexually
excite his little victims, and also to enjoy the rewards of his efforts,
although from time to time he would employ other implements, to help
manipulate them more harshly.  Nelson Macabe took great pleasure in
watching a little girl respond to his manipulations, and if sometimes it
required more extreme techniques to heighten the response, there were no
limits, as to how far he would go to obtain them.

   He would spend hours teaching her little body how to cum, and then make
her cum repeatedly for him, licking and sucking up her sweet juices, the
whole time.  And the more he tasted her sweet nectar, the more he needed
from her, keeping her little clit just as stiff as she made his cock,
teasing the erect little nub mercilessly, until she gave him what he
needed.

   He loved feeling the long thick ropes of precum hanging from his
cockhead, as he reveled in his nakedness, alongside hers.

   It seemed there was never enough a little girl could do to satisfy
Nelson Macabe's hungers.  He would torment them relentlessly, starved to
see a stronger level of sexual arousal, all the time.

   Each successive captive was made to endure significantly more torment
than her predecessor had had to.  Macabe's hunger to witness stronger
responses from his little captives grew exponentially.

   The more girls he tormented with his sexual manipulations, the more was
expected from the next victim in line.

   There wasn't much that could bring him more pleasure than clamping his
mouth down on a dripping wet little vulva, pressing his tongue against
those plump meaty lips, sucking each one, before pushing his hungry tongue
into her open slit, to feel that tender pink flesh inside her.....sucking
harder and harder.....lapping her delicious slit....sucking her stiff clit,
making her cum again and again....drinking every drop of her sweet little
girl juices, swallowing them into his own body....with his cock throbbing
at the brink of ejaculation.

   But even with the arousal he received from licking and sucking a little
girl's soft smooth skin, he always seemed to need more.

   Nelson Macabe had fashioned his own implements, from the roots of swamp
trees, to use on his little girls.  He carved obscenely large dildoes,
shaped anatomically correct except for their unrealistic size, each with
the largest head imaginable, guaranteed to stretch a little girl's cunt
wide open, before making her cum all over it.

   He had even fashioned himself a cock holder, to slide over his erect
cock, held in place with a belt, in order to maximize his hands-free
arousal during the tormenting of his captives.

   The inside was lined with the rubber from an inner tube, and when
sufficiently lubricated with precum, his cock slid into it like a hand in a
glove.

   His latest version, featured a highly polished exterior in the shape of
an enormously large cock, allowing him to penetrate a little girl with it,
while it held his cock inside.  He was very proud of this implement, and
always looked forward to using it on whichever little girl was currently in
his possession.  It was the largest tool in his arsenal, and it represented
the pinnacle of a little girl's sexual indoctrination.  He enjoyed hearing
them cry out beneath him as he slowly pushed it into, what he knew to be,
their cock-hungry needy little cunts.

   That may have been, in part, what separated Nelson Macabe from most
other pedophiles.

   He knew that the little girls of the world were there to take care of
the sexual needs of all the men of the world, and their seemingly innocent
little bodies, were in fact the most cum-hungry little things in existence.

   Most men weren't as sure of this fact, as Nelson Macabe was.  Most
wouldn't go to the extremes he would, to make sure a little girl got her
necessary number of cums, before ending her tormenting arousal.  When a
little girl couldn't cum any more, she was done......and not a minute
sooner.  And if it took him the whole night to get that last cum out of
her, he was only too glad to spend the necessary time, doing just that.

   The final nightly ritual was always to suck her little cunt dry.  It
would be a sacrilege to waste any of her delicious offerings by not taking
them from her giving little body, before being done with her.

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   You say to yourself...."Nothing so vile and despicable in any of that!
Not for a real pedophile." And you could well say that, if you didn't know
anything beyond those facts.

   But Nelson Macabe's needs went far beyond the sexual teasings of his
little captives.

   His hunger for little girls only began with sucking their little bodies,
and sucking the delicious juices from their sweet tender cunts.

   Nelson Macabe would keep his little girls until he tired of them.  There
was no specific timeframe involved in determining how long that would be.

   Basically, the girls who responded the best, stayed the longest.  If
they were good hard little cummers and delivered sufficient amounts of
nectar to feed Macabe's needs, their longevity was pretty much ensured.

   If, on the other hand, they stopped satisfying those needs, it
automatically came time to move them along to where they could satisfy
Nelson Macabe's ultimate hunger for his little girls.

   A little girl could only delay her ultimate destiny by being sexually
responsive.  If she were highly responsive she could remain in his
captivity for quite some time.  And a little girl's time in the role of
"cum girl" only added to her value, and the esteem he held her in.

   But in the end, all little girls had but one purpose.  They provided
Nelson Macabe's sustenance, by sacrificing the meatiest most sexually
arousing parts of their bodies, for him to consume and obtain the deepest
enjoyment from.

   Nelson Macabe literally devoured his sexy little girls.....harvesting
their meaty inner thighs, their firm round ass cheeks, and their most
highly prized soft plump little vulvas, to nourish him in the most sexually
arousing way of all.

   Macabe always ejaculated nice and hard, as he ate a little girl's
stimulating body parts, while remembering how she had cum for him, so many
dozens of times, taking whatever torment he gave to her and turning it into
sweet little girl juices.

   His tongue would caress her soft smooth skin, one last time inside his
mouth, before swallowing it, making her a part of his own body.  His cock
would twitch and strain, dripping out large drops of lust for each morsel
of her body entering his mouth.

   A little girl's smooth inner thighs......so delicious, so arousing for
him to have in his mouth, knowing how close they had been to her sweet
little cunt.....having watched them tremble and then, shudder and shake
every time he made her cum!  Each morsel of those suckably smooth arousing
little thighs made his cock twitch and strain, with large drops of lust
running out, as he remembered how they had shuddered for him, as he forced
the umpteenth cum out of her naked little body!

   And those beautiful cheeks.....so round and sensual.  Holding them in
his hands as he sucked her little cunt to another beautifully hard cum! 
Feeling those seductively sensuous cheeks twitch and shudder as she fed him
her little girl juices to swallow, just as he would now swallow those sweet
cheeks, themselves.

   But the first to go was always her sweet pouty little vulva, with its
tender sweet little vagina still mouth-wateringly attached!  That had to be
devoured fresh!  The other parts could be frozen and eaten later, but not
her delectable little cunt!  That required his immediate attention!  It was
all he could do, to finish harvesting her body, before losing what little
control was left in him, and begin savoring her sweet little cunt.  It
drove him crazy with lust, to feel that soft smooth skin in his
mouth.....knowing it was her little pleasure center that had provided so
many memorable hours of orgasmic delight, feeding him all those sweet
little girl juices.....giving to him directly from the depths of her naked
little body!

   What a magnificent turn-on it was for him!  Rolling that tender sweet
flesh around in his mouth!  Devouring it, in every sense of the word! 
Infusing her sweet cunt flesh into his own body, where it would always be
with him, from that moment, on.

   He would savor every morsel of that sweet cunt flesh, licking every
surface, inside his mouth.....feeling it....squeezing it against the roof
of his mouth...biting it.....his cock on fire, burning with the need to
ejaculate.  He would save the tender flesh of her little vagina till the
end, knowing that once he felt it in his mouth, finally able to feel the
deepest parts of her that had been unreachable to his tongue before, long
wet streams of milky jism would jet out of his stone hard cock, spraying
the floor of his shack with his lust for another little girl who now only
existed inside his own body.

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   The whole process of preparing a naked little girl was extremely
arousing to Nelson Macabe.  From her learning how to cum, and then
producing her nectar, for him to do his initial devouring of her, to the
final consuming of those most sexual parts of her delicious little body.



   In the end, when it was her time to experience her last moments of
sexual fulfillment, he would first force his largest hand-crafted dildo
into her little cunt, stretching it open, to see her little lips wrapped so
tightly around it, wanting it the way he knew she did.  And then he would
smother the life from her, with his achingly hard cock forced down her
throat, watching as she gagged on it, her sweet little throat massaging his
incredibly hard erection, begging him for his cum.  He would hold it there,
as deep in her throat as he could force it, letting the movement of her
gagging throat tease his cock until she forced him to feed her his wildly
gushing streams of wet cum.  It would end in the most forceful ejaculation
imaginable, his wet jets of semen completing her final living act of sexual
fulfillment.  He was certain that her little cunt was cumming all over the
giant wooden cock that stretched it open, during that last act, and the
thought of that always helped to fuel his ferocious ejaculation of cum down
the little girl's throat.

   Once the act was completed, the life having been taken from the little
girl, and the last of his dripping cum having run down her throat, he would
only then, withdraw his still-throbbing cock from inside her, and he would
carry her limp body outside, and tie her upside down from the swiveling
boom on the back side of the dock, with her legs spread wide apart, as they
were always meant to be.  He would swing her out over the water, where he
would drain the blood from her limp naked little body, letting it run from
her neck into the waters of the swamp.  He would leave her hanging there,
naked, her legs spread so obscenely wide apart, and let her drain
completely, like the carcass of a deer or some other wild animal he had
caught, in order to feed himself.  But no wild animal fed his needs the way
a naked little girl could feed him.



   Nelson Macabe was never in any great rush to take the little girl's body
down from the boom.  He didn't need to be.  No one would ever find her
hanging there, in such a remote wasteland as he had found for himself.  Her
naked little body still made his cock hard every time he looked at it, and
he would do much more than just look at it, during the course of that day.

   He would stand there, making sure the large wooden cock was firmly
seated in her little cunt, by pushing down on it, mesmerized by the sight
of her little fuckhole stretched so beautifully open, seeing her once again
accepting cock the way he knew she loved doing!

   But eventually, he would be so overcome with his lust for the little
girl's body, that he couldn't control his need to suck on her
still-enticingly wide-spread thighs, and he would rip the wooden cock from
her sweet accepting little cunt, and clamp his mouth down over her split
open vulva, forcing his tongue into her, again and again, sucking the last
of her sweet little girl juices from that tender juice dispenser between
her legs.  He would masturbate ferociously, with his mouth sucking at her
open little cunt, cumming over her so violently hard, with her flesh and
the taste of her juices filling his mouth one last time.  Only then, could
he complete the sacrifice.

   He would carefully cut the most delectable meat from her body.  First,
the arousing cheeks of her ass.  How he loved just touching them!  That
firm smooth skin, so full and round!  How delicious they always were!

   Next, the luscious inner thigh meat.  He always found it necessary to
run his hands over the soft smooth skin, much like he did with the meaty
cheeks of her ass, worshipping it on her body, one last time.  Only then,
would he harvest the luscious meat from those alluring inner thighs.

   And then finally, her sweet little vulva, cutting carefully, from the
line at the bottom of her belly, to just beyond the lower end of her little
slit, being sure to take all of her beautiful pouty lips, along with the
tender inner flesh, taking her vagina, still attached and intact.

   His cock strained, to be as hard as it could possibly be, and the precum
dripped from his cumhole the whole time, hanging in long thick ropes that
drizzled all over the boards beneath his feet.

   When he had harvested what he wanted from her, the carcass would go into
the boat, and he would then take it further into the swamp, to be consumed
by the alligators, leaving no evidence of her existence.

   The harvested flesh would go into a small freezer, that was kept running
by a gas-powered generator, which only ran when there was fresh meat in the
freezer.

   Macabe always spent quite a long time, that first night, playing with
the little girl's cunt, before readying it for consumption by cooking it in
a pan, on the camp stove.  He would rub it on his face, licking it and
sucking on its lips one last time.  He felt no aversion, to its being raw
flesh just cut from a human being.  In fact, his relationship with the
little girl's cunt was more like it was when she was alive and her body was
still whole, than it was what you would expect it to be with a butchered
body part.  His level of arousal, just being near her little cunt, was
quite visible.  He didn't need to touch himself, to be right on the edge of
ejaculation when he was touching and feeling her plump little cunt against
his body.  He would hold her soft lips wide open and pull it down over his
cock one last time, masturbating with his hand wrapped around her vagina,
sliding it back and forth over his throbbing erection, letting his cock
know her, one last time.

   Macabe was every bit as euphoric being in the presence of a little
girl's body parts, as he was in the presence of her whole naked body.  To
him, it seemed, there was very little difference.

   His ability to think in these abstract manners defied explanation, but
then, they seemed like something you might expect, if you knew Nelson
Macabe well enough.

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   And when the last of his little girl's meat had been devoured, it was
time for Nelson Macabe to go out hunting again.  He never knew, ahead of
time what he would find during his trips back to civilization.

   He knew what he wanted.  He would take no girl older than six,
preferring those between the ages of four and five.  Girls that age had the
sweetest little cunts, and he just loved seeing their naked little bodies
cum, over and over again, making that precious little girl juice for him to
suck from their sweet little slits!

   As I'm sure is the case with most pedophiles, for Nelson Macabe, there
was something incredibly arousing about seeing a young little girl's clit
sticking out as stiff and ready for stimulation as it could possibly be. 
To see a plump little girl vulva, bulging out so prominently displayed
between her legs.....her little slit split open from spreading her legs
apart so wide.....seeing that visibly tender pink flesh....and then seeing
that little clit....so hard and ready to be teased.....it was beyond cock
stiffening!

   It aroused him to nearly ejaculate, every time.  He wouldn't allow
himself to touch his cock.  He didn't need to.  His cock twitched again and
again, right on the edge.....so ready to shoot cum, just seeing that little
open cunt!

   The lust would drip out, and Macabe was happy just feeling those thick
heavy ropes of juice hanging from the tip of his swollen cockhead.  Being
in the presence of a little girl's naked body had a relentless effect on
Macabe's involuntary dripping of his lustful precum.

   A little girl who made him drip heavy amounts of lust, right from the
start, was in for a number of very long nights of sexual stimulation.  That
was as sure a fact, as any fact could be.

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   He took the boat out of the swamps and upriver to a town he had been
successful in, once before, tying it up in a secluded spot from which he
could conduct his `cunt hunt' as he referred to them.

   He hoped that this would be a `snatch and run' kind of day, where he
could get an instant reward, rather than having to wait and return many
times for the right moment to grab the right little girl.  He never knew
which type of hunt it would turn out being, when he left the swamp.  The
best he could do was be ready for either scenario.

   If he were successful, this would be the fifth little girl he had
abducted along the river.  No two had come from the same town, but if the
authorities had any common sense, they would have to be aware that
something was going on with little girls in Florida, and it might just mean
there was a serial predator on the loose.

   Nelson Macabe didn't much care what the authorities thought.  If he
conducted his hunt and subsequent abduction properly, he would be just as
successful as he had been the previous four times.  The real secret to his
success was the fact that no one had any idea who the perpetrator was, or
where he was from.  If they were to guess that it was someone who lived in
the swamps, his shack was so far inside the roadless wasteland that finding
it was something few would even dare attempt.

   He had done a good job camouflaging it from detection, by air, and the
way it was situated in the small inlet he had built it in, you would have
to be right in front of it, to see it, at water level.

   There was no main waterway, within half a mile of it.  The last few
turns in the way there, required the use of oars, since there were spots
too shallow for the outboard motor to negotiate.  The brush and trees made
the channels too narrow for air boats.  Nelson Macabe was virtually
invisible, once he reached his shack.



   He left the boat carrying his duffle bag, hopeful that he would get to
put it to use.  He carried a small bottle of chloroform in his pocket,
along with the rag that had been used to incapacitate his previous
captives.

   Macabe stayed inside the tree line, for cover, keeping a fairly hidden
escape route mapped out in his mind, should he need to hastily get back to
the boat.

   The youngest girl he had previously abducted, he had found in a back
yard.  She was five, and had been his favorite, by far.  He hoped for
another little girl just like her.  Only next time he would learn to
control his lust for the little girl, much better than he had with her.

   He could've kept her for much longer than he did, if he had not lost
control of his needs, the way he did.



   He had allowed his physical hunger for the sweet little five year old to
overshadow all his other needs, and in doing so, he missed out on what
could've easily been many months more of sexual tormenting her.  But his
desire to consume her sweet little body parts became too strong for him to
fight, and he gave her the death-gag cock down her throat much sooner than
he probably should have.



   But that's the way it is with lust.  Sometimes it just cannot be
controlled, and at the time, the ejaculation her gagging throat had given
him was like no other he had ever had, before or since.  In his immediate
estimation, it had been completely worth doing, right when he did it.

   And the reason for it.....the consumption of her sweet tender cunt, had
been so exquisite, it was no wonder he had craved devouring it, so badly!
Never had he ever experienced something so totally arousing in his mouth,
as her delicate little vagina.  What an incredible ejaculation he had, over
that!

   Now he hoped to find another little girl, just as sexually arousing as
the little five year old had been.  With luck, he would find another five
year old he could teach to cum, for him, and if he did, this time, he would
wrack her innocent little body with nearly endless torrents of orgasms,
feeding him her delicious little girl juices until she was so exhausted he
had to let her rest, before starting all over again.

   This time he would keep her for a much longer time, tormenting her with
the most deviant sexual stimulation he could think up, for her to
experience.

   This time, he would groom himself such an insatiable little cum girl!

   This being a weekday, Nelson Macabe was pretty sure that any little girl
he came across, was going to be young enough to meet his requirements. 
Preschoolers were usually the ones home on a weekday.

   He went street by street, backyard to backyard, searching for a little
girl.  After four hours of looking at one empty yard after another, he
finally found a little girl swinging on a swingset in a well-manicured
backyard.  He hid in the bushes, rubbing his hard cock against his leg,
watching the cute little girl swinging back and forth.  He checked the
windows of the house for signs of an adult.  There were none he could see.
He judged the distance from where he was, to where she was, and tried to
estimate in his mind how long it would take him to run out to her, grab
her, and then run back into the cover of the woods.  At the most, he
figured it would all take him ten to twelve seconds to disappear with her.

   He stared at her, his hand now wrapped around his pants-covered cock. 
He was stroking it more quickly every minute, as he gave the little girl a
good looking over.  She appeared to be very close to the age he was hoping
for, maybe even younger than the five year old had been.  Her waist length
brown hair was thick and full, and made her look very sexy.  Her legs were
very muscular, and he assumed that would mean her entire body was the same
way.  She swung her legs back and forth, to make herself swing high. 
Macabe liked that.  He thought it showed she was adventurous.....a thrill
seeker.

   He would give her plenty of thrills, he thought to himself!

   The more he stared at her, the more he wanted her.  Her cute little face
was everything a pedophile could ever want.  He imagined how cute she would
look sucking on his cock, as he continued stroking himself, over her.

   Again and again he went over the grab, in his mind.....picturing just
how he would do it.....then quickly looking behind him....where he would
run to.

   He waited for her to slow down her swinging.  He would need to get his
hand over her mouth quickly, so she didn't have time to scream.  He knew
there would be precious seconds, once she saw him running toward her, where
surprise would disable her ability to scream.

   He took the bottle and rag from his pocket.  Unscrewing the bottle cap,
he poured the clear liquid onto the piece of cloth, then refastened the cap
on the bottle.

   He watched for any movement from the house, as the little girl dragged
her feet on the ground each time the swing reached its lowest point. 
Good......she was stopping.

   Then, just as he was about to run out and grab her, the back door swung
open, and an older lady, probably her grandmother he guessed, came out to
check on the little girl.  She walked over to where the child was nearly
stopped on the swings.  After saying something to the young girl that he
couldn't quite make out, the old lady patted the little girl on the head,
and then turned and walked toward the far side of the house.  Macabe moved
his position to see where the woman was going.  It appeared she was headed
toward the mailbox out front, on the street.

   Now was the time!  He ran out as fast as he could, the duffle bag slung
over his shoulder, and the little girl turned to see him approaching, as he
still had four steps before reaching her.  As he had figured, the shock and
surprise of his presence made it impossible for her to scream out.

   By the time any noise began to come from her, his hand holding the damp
rag soaked in chloroform was covering her open mouth, and in a second he
had his other arm wrapped around her chest, grabbing her from behind,
pulling her tightly toward his own body, ripping her from her seat on the
swing.  The little girl immediately began kicking and fighting to break his
hold on her, but he held her much too tightly, for her to have much of a
chance, for that.

   He ran as fast as he knew how, toward the woods, running to where he was
out of sight.  He ran toward the place he had left the boat, holding the
rag over the child's mouth, until he felt her stop kicking and fighting to
get loose.  The chloroform started to take effect and her body quickly went
limp.  He felt the warmth of her little body under his hand, and pulled her
even more tightly against his own body.  The blood was surging through his
veins, as he ran, for all he was worth, to get away with his squirming
little prize.  He stopped just long enough to get her into the bag.  As he
placed her inside it, he took a brief moment to look her over, and ensure
that she was exactly what he wanted, before going any further.  She was
perfect!  And seeing her so dreamily still, her little body not moving the
slightest bit, his cock grew instantly hard.

   But he knew this was neither the time nor place to admire his little
prize, and he quickly zipped the bag closed, slung it over his shoulder and
continue running to the boat.  The whole time he ran, his hard cock
alternately rubbed against the coarse material of his pants and his quickly
moving leg, and he could feel the wetness of his lust dripping out.  The
capture always aroused Nelson Macabe, and this time was proving to be one
of the most exciting, ever.

   Minutes later he reached the boat, unseen by anyone.  He put the bag
down in the bottom of the boat, pushed off from shore, and then lowered the
prop into the water.  The motor turned over on the second pull, and he
twisted the throttle arm, heading full speed in the direction he had come
from.

   Five minutes later, he saw movement coming from the bag, and he put the
engine in neutral.  Reaching for the bag, he quickly unzipped the long
zipper.  He grabbed a length of rope from beside the bag and tied the
girl's wrists together tightly.  Another piece of rope was used to tie her
ankles, and the last piece, he placed against her lips, then began pulling
it tight, behind her head.  The thick rope easily slid into the dazed
girl's mouth, and he fastened it in a tight knot at the back of her head.
Bound and gagged, he zipped the bag up again, put the engine back in gear,
and twisted the throttle full on.

   An hour later they were heading into the swamps, and Nelson Macabe knew
he was practically home free.  He turned from the channel he was on, down
another, and continued on to the next turn.  Each turn led to a channel
more narrow and obscure than the last.

   The markers he had used in the early days, to find his way to the shack,
were now all gone, and it was memory alone that enabled him to find his way
there.

   Another forty-five minutes and a dizzying number of turns later, it was
time to shut off the motor, and pull the prop out of the water.  Macabe
grabbed the oars and slid them through the locks, till they were reaching
into the water.  He rowed quickly now, in even more of a rush than before,
as he realized he was just minutes away from another naked little girl!

   Once the boat was bumping against the dock, he reached out for the
ladder and tied the boat up, hastily.  He then grabbed the bag in the
bottom of the boat, and slung the little girl inside it over his shoulder,
bent over at the waist as he held onto her legs.  He climbed the ladder and
then went into the shack.  He hastily put the bundle down onto the bed, and
then went back outside to move the boat under the canopy of camouflage
where the back side of the dock was built from the small spit of land that
was covered in lush green trees and vegetation of all kinds.

   Once again, Nelson Macabe had become invisible to the world outside.


   (To be continued)