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 Title: Mellie The Snuff Performer.  Part 01 Mellie and her sons
Author: Polkan
Keyword's: ped incest M/b F/mbb tort rape castration snuff

   "How did it happen?  They were kidnapped just like all the kids we
brought here." Bruce spreads his arms to the sides.  "You, Mellie, used to
think it will never happen to you, but..."

   "Stop it, Bruce.  If your men hunt the kids in my neighborhood, you have
to understand that they can eventually catch my boys." Mellie extinguished
the cigarette and returned to the building.  Bruce entered after her.

   "If we only hunt kids in the other neighborhoods, not where we are
living, it will give some hints to police."

   The dark corridor was decorated with black-red posts with half naked
women dressed in BDSM fetish gear.  It was an illegal club for multi
millionaires and billionaires who were interested in the most extreme
sexual entertainment with children.  Raping and torturing of boys and girls
of all ages.  Hundreds of children entered this old nondescript house. 
None of them left it alive.  It was a snuff club.

   Mutilated, dismembered corpses were buried in a huge compost pit. 
Funeral ceremonies, if they can be called ceremonies, always occur at 4:57
in the morning.  And at 5:00 new flows of manure and other sewage from the
nearest farms streamed into the pit, covering the fresh corpses.

   Bruce was the boss.  Not the real boss.  The real was far away from
here. His girlfriend Mellie, mother of three boys David, 7, Thom, 10, and
Steven 13, started to work here six months ago, as Bruce's secretary.  She
had no problem with what was going on at the club.  A month later she began
to take part in the snuff-shows.  She was a beauty and young looking for
her 40 years.  She played the mistress well and loved jokes.  She was fun
with the clients and the kids alike.

   "Mellie, do not run so quick, wait for me please." Bruce was fat and
couldn't keep up with Mellie who was fit and athletic.

   "Bruce, what do they know about this place?" Mellie asked without
stopping.

   "Your boys?  Uh, they saw some trophies from Ian's collection.  And saw
those photos on the wall.  Ian calls it 'His Photo Wall Gallery.' Ian loves
to tell kids what is waiting for them and watch their reaction.  They know
quite a lot.  Please, Mellie, stop.  Wait for me!"

   "Your ballsy brother!" Mellie went downstairs to the basement.  "But I
so fucking understand him."

   Mellie entered a room that looked like a prison.  Three boys, were sat
there, and she felt a rush to her head.  They were her sons.

   Less than a minute later Mellie and her boys went out of the building
heading to the backyard parking.  A new red jeep, a tip from an afghan drug
dealer for ruthlessly snuffing his former partner's kids and a wonderful
night afterwards.

   She reached into her handbag and pulled out her car keys as Bruce
grabbed her wrist.

   "Mellie, we need to talk" Bruce's face was as red as the jeep.

   "I take the boys home and return," Mellie easily freed her hand from
Bruce.

   "Return to where?  Oh!  Now we have a real problem!  Please, we need to
talk." Mellie glanced at Bruce, his face covered with sweat.  She loved the
pretty facial sweat of kids, when they were in agony, but not the sweat of
a fat adult.

   "OK.  Boys, stay here, don't move, wait for me."

   The children watched as their mother and her friend Bruce (they always
hated him) walked a short distance away and started to talk.  The fat man
talked a little loudly, saying something about today's show, VIP clients,
big money, business and losing everything.  Their mother was shaking her
head, whispering something to the man.  But shortly she stopped to move her
head and only listened to what Bruce told her.  At the end she even nodded
twice.

   Returning to the boys, Mellie turned back to Bruce and said: "You never
had children."

   "Now you need to get pregnant again.  I can help you with it," Bruce
giggled.

   "With you?!  No way!" she laughed.

   Mellie and her sons were sat around an old wooden table near the
parking. Autumn leaves were slowly falling from the trees.

   "Look.  Some people, very rich and very respectable, already bought
tickets to the today show.  They paid a lot of money, much more than the
usual payment, because they saw your pictures.  Pictures of three cute
blond boys, that are going to be raped, castrated and...  and end up...  by
the woman who usually does it to the kidnapped boys." She looked at the
boys.  "So it was promised to them when they paid their money."

   The boys were confused.  They didn't love the fact that they were still
standing there.  They were so willing to run away from here, that it was
difficult for them to understand what their mum was talking about. 
Somehow, Mellie was excited to watch her sons and prepare them to know what
terrible things are going to happen to them.

   "What is castrate?" asked little, David.

   "It means to tear your balls off, then your willy" she smiled to her
boys.

   "My balls and willy?  Why my balls and willy?" The little boy was so
naive, that Mellie was barely able to resist laughing at him.

   "Because in this case we are speaking about castrating you and your
brothers, Davy."

   David was finding it difficult to understand his mother, but his
siblings were staring silently at her without blinking.

   "Let's drive home, mom," said Steven (13).

   "Steve," Mellie stroked his hair and looked directly into his eyes. 
"I'm trying to explain to you the problem we are facing now.  Please, be
patient and listen a little longer to what I am saying."

   "We can talk, Mum, while we are driving home" the boy said standing up.

   "No, Steve, we can't drive home.  I'm at work now and I won't be free
until the morning, after the show.  Then I can go home.  As for you, boys,
it will be problematic to take you home with me."

   "Mummy, don't leave as here in this terrible place." Thom, started to
cry.

   "Be patient, boys.  Let me talk." Mellie showed them the night-show
advertising on her iPad.  It was mostly a black screen with some red flashy
short sentences about the extermination of young boys.  On the top of the
screen was a menu with tabs named: Davy(7), Tommy (10) and Steven(13).  One
more tab with pink font color was named Mellie.

   Mellie clicked the tabs one by one and showed her sons their pages with
pictures and the kids' details: sex, age, height, weight, hair color, eye
color and so on.

   "People have paid a lot of money to see the show.  Each of them about
$800,000.  And most of them will spend tens of thousands for drinking and
eating.  They are ready to pay significant extra fees for...  to rape the
poor cuties themselves or to get a kiss from -- from their torturer."

   "But, mummy, you can't leave as there with these horrible men," said
Steven.

   "Horrible men?  Some of them are women and they are not so horrible,"
answered Mellie.  "The things they are doing to kids, mostly boys, are
horrible, but they themselves are kind and polite."

   The boys didn't believe what they heard.  Even little David was silent.

   "And don't worry that I'll ever leave you here alone with them, boys. 
No chance.  I'll be with you all the time." Mellie clicked on the pink tab
with her name.  The kids saw their mother dressed in a leather skirt with
metallic zip, black leather bra and -- nothing else.  Smiling mother was
holding a long and thick stick, covered with brown leather.

   Millie touched the screen swiping to the next picture.  A naked
desperately screaming boy, no more then ten years old, was tied to a post,
while Mellie held boy's scrotum in her left palm and a hunting knife in her
right.  In this picture the woman was wearing only the skirt.  She was
shown from the back, with her breasts pressed to the boy chest.

   Next picture.  Steven opened his mouth.  The boy was in a terrible pain.
His face was covered with large drops of sweat.  This time under the skirt
Mellie pressed her pussy to the boy's left hip.  She was masturbating. 
Right hand was still holding the knife, this time covered in blood.  Her
left hand was holding the boy's penis, cut at its base, playfully hanging
it between her thumb and forefinger.

   Steven mind entered an erotic fog.  His penis got an erection.

   In the fourth picture Mellie and three men aged fourty to fifty, posed
before the camera while the agonizing boy made them a satanic-style
background.  Now the blood flowed from his nose and open mouth, his front
teeth were half-broken, his nipples were ripped off, and his tummy button
was pierced with a long iron spike, nailing the boy to the post.  He was
still alive, but certainly passed the point of no return.

   In the next picture the spike impaled boy was flipped upside down.  His
mouth was gagged with an orange ball.  His hands were holding the spike,
trying to ease the pain of being impaled on it.  Smiling nude Mellie stood
behind the post, spreading the boy legs apart by his ankles.

   Mellie swept to the next picture, where she had placed the boy's soles
to her cheeks.

   Here Steven felt as his erection become really painful.  His penis
wanted to jump out from his body.  All he wanted was to touch his mother's
breasts and his penis and scrotum to be touched by her fingers.

   In the last picture, laughing, Mellie had put her fingers deep inside
the boy wounds, where his genitals were placed before.  The pain the boy
was suffering twisted his face into a horrible grimace.



   To be continued.
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