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 Hot Times in Haiti 2 - The Earthquake Keywords: Mg, Mggg, MMg, Ped, Rp, Ws,
Tort, Snuff

   When the earthquake happened I was in the basement of the old house,
which was fortunate.  It had obviously been built as a storm cellar.  The
walls were cut out of the volcanic rock.  The pillars and ceiling beams
were large logs.  There were two rooms.  One was a large pantry with walls
lined with shelves.  It was filled with emergency supplies, was our tool
closet, and stored lots of extra donated stuff needed for a house full of
kids and two adults.  The other was living room sized, with sofas and
chairs.

   We used the large room as a day room where the kids could play.  Mary
sometimes taught lessons there.  I sometimes fucked Makela or played games
with some of the little girls there.  I taught all the little ones how to
French kiss one day!  They were starved for attention and did whatever I
wanted to get it.  I lined them up in age order.  I started with the ten
year old and worked down through to the toddler.  By the time I got to her
my dick was raging.  The others watched as I pulled it out and shot blasts
of cum on her face.  Makela licked it off.

   When the quake hit, I had Makela in the cellar and we were supposedly
inventorying and organizing the pantry (between sex diversions).  Mary had
taken the rest of the kids to a park across town.  I had Makela on the
couch with her dress up and was eating her precious eleven-year old cunt.
The first shock knocked us off the couch.  I ran for the doorway between
the two rooms calling Makela to follow.  She ran for the stairs screaming.
The house collapsed just as she reached the top of the steps.  She was
killed instantly by the collapsing rubble and fell down the stairs in a
cartwheel.  The lights went out.  The doorway and walls of the stair top
were flattened making a ceiling over the stairwell.  I stayed in the
doorway for what seemed like hours as the shaking continued.

   After a while I realized I could see and that there was some light
coming from a small window high on the rear wall.  The glass was gone but
through the opening there was a perfect tunnel through the collapsed house
rubble.  The periodic aftershocks didn't seem to change it.  Except for the
rubble on the stairs, the whole basement was intact.  I put a small table
by the window, climbed out, and crawled into the daylight.  I was in the
small walled garden behind the house, hidden from the street by hedges and
a stone wall.  It was the playground for the orphanage.

   I went out on the street and helped neighbors pull bodies and survivors
out of the mess.  The whole neighborhood was flat.  I let them know that
Mary and the kids were not in the house.  Without telling them where I
found Makela, I added her body to the growing numbers on the street. 
Toward dark I slipped away from everyone and crawled back into the cellar.
There was food, large water jugs, candles, a kerosene lantern and an
emergency radio in the pantry.  I had it made.  I kept my digs a secret,
and had little to worry about as desperation set in among the people and
help was slow in coming.

   The second day, as I was crawling out, I stopped when I saw two big
Haitians pull a little girl into the garden.  I stayed in the tunnel back
from the opening.  She, about twelve, was crying and they laughing as they
ripped her dress and panties off.  My dick got rock hard as I watched the
rape.  They forced her down on the soft grass in the garden and did all her
holes not too gently.  They started by making her blow each of them then
one got in her virgin cunt in one shove.  Later, her ass.  I'm not sure
which guy came in which holes.  Her face was a mess of cum as they buckled
up their pants and walked away talking about finding a beer.  I waited a
while and then walked out to her balled up figure.  She didn't even scream
as I rolled her onto her back and fucked the shit out of her.  What a great
cum!  I got hard again pissing on her and I creamed again on her face
before I went out to the street to see what was going on.  She was gone
when I got back that night.

   After the second day the neighborhood started to empty as people headed
to the airport to find help and food.  I stayed on in the cellar.  The
radio told of the chaos at the shelters and food stations that relief
agencies had started.  I decided to avoid that.

   I got lucky one day as an eight year-old year old girl, sucking her
thumb, walked by.  In Creole I asked if she needed help.  She nodded.  Her
cotton dress was torn and dirty.  There was dust on her face.  She must
have just crawled out of the rubble somewhere.  I was horny as hell, not
having had sex since the sloppy seconds a few days before.  I was used to
fucking little Makela for fun, often more than once a day.  I took the girl
into the garden and gave her some water to perk her up.  Then I stood her
in front of me as I sat in one of the garden chairs.  She just stared at me
as I lifted her dress and slid her panties off.  I made her hold the dress
up for my viewing as I inspected the panties and her little cameltoe.  The
panties were very dirty as she must have been wearing them since the quake.
I sniffed the combo of kid pee and luscious child cunt.  I licked the nasty
cunt patch while looking at a skid mark on the ass.  I was hard as I could
get and unbuttoned my shorts to get comfortable.

   I made her open her mouth and pushed the panties in.  She got a little
wide eyed but didn't resist.  I was all she had for hope, which was too bad
for her.  I pushed her legs and she got the hint, stepping her feet apart.
She was still holding her dress up and I jerked off a bit eying her little
slit, and enjoying her vulnerable pose.  I reached out and spread the lips
to see the lovely pink interior.  She flinched when I touched her, and my
dick throbbed.  I fingered her a little, testing her hymen, then sniffed my
finger.

   She was probably hungry and I decided she needed a little protein.  I
pulled the panties out of her mouth and made her hold her tongue out. 
"Swallow this" I said.  I jacked off into her mouth.  I never saw a whore
swallow cum so greedily!  I must have cum a pint.  She must have been
starved.  It splashed her nose and cheeks each time she closed her mouth to
swallow.  When I was done she and I both fingered the overages into her
mouth `til she was pretty clean.

   She screamed when I pulled her into my "home" that night, obviously
frightened of the rubble.  I got hard feeling like a spider dragging prey
into its lair.

   In the candlelight I used some of the drinking water to sponge her
clean, and we ate from the emergency food in the pantry.  She was clearly
starved.  I left her naked, not putting the dirty dress back on her.  There
were some donated clothes stored in boxes in the pantry, but I thought I
might want to dress her another time.  I think she was in shock, doing
anything I said without a word.  I liked that.  I had a naked little
obedient slave to abuse.

   She began wriggling after dinner, obviously needing to pee.  I stood her
in the corner I had been using and made her stand, legs apart, to piss.  I
fingered her stream, and made her suck my wet fingers.  She grimaced, which
hardened me up a bit.  I took my dick out and ordered her to swallow again.
She must have still been dehydrated, because she gulped my piss over and
over without closing her mouth.  I loved it!

   Part of the cellar had a dirt floor and I showed her how to cover the
piss spot with loose dirt.  I had been shitting outside and the place
didn't smell too bad yet.  I took her out in the garden for that, watching
her blow a huge turd for her size.  I made her kneel down and sniff it for
fun.  We had TP from the supplies.  I watched as she wiped her butt.  I
didn't make her play in it, since we had little water to get the stink off.

   That night I taught her how to kiss, raping her innocent mouth with my
tongue.  I ate her little pink slit for awhile, pushing my tongue hard
against her obstruction.  She winced a little.  Then I made her give me a
blowjob, fast, slow, hard, then easy till I came.  She swallowed like a
trooper again.  She was still quiet.  As I fell asleep on the couch with
her naked little body hugging me, I wondered if she'd scream when I raped
her virgin holes.  This earthquake had turned into a wonderful disaster!

   When I woke she was in a dead sleep, still clinging to me.  She didn't
stir as I untangled from her and got up.  I lit the lantern for a better
view, then rolled her on her back.  I spread her legs wide, knees pulled up
in a whore's pose.  I spread some lotion on my stiff dick, and spread lots
of spit on the tiny cunt with my tongue.  Mmmmmm.

   In one quick motion I popped her cherry jamming my forefinger fully into
her in a push.  At first she groaned and as she woke up screaming I shoved
my dick about two inches in there.  She was helpless, as I just lay on her,
holding her wrists.  My dick throbbed as her convulsing squeezed it.  I lay
still til the hysteria subsided, then just humped slowly til I jizzed her.
With that as lube, before I softened up, I shoved in to her cervix.  She
screamed again, and the whole thrill of that kept me hard.  I licked the
tears on her face as she just stared into my eyes.  I came again quickly.

   That night I tied her over a low ottoman and fingered her tiny ass hole
with lube.  She cried constantly as I stretched it.  My dick isn't too big
around and she stretched to accommodate me without tearing.  Didn't hurt me
a bit!  Heh, heh.

   For the next few days I left her in the cellar during the day as I
joined the looters on the street.  I went to the store where they had sold
me the child porn.  Looters had left the partially collapsed building alone
as there obviously was no food or water there.  Someone had cleaned out the
till and most of the skin mags were gone off the shelves.  I squeezed
through fallen timbers to the room in back where I had been sold two mags
with pre-teen content.  The stash of kiddie product was there untouched in
a low cabinet, along with a shoebox with about a thousand dollars.  I
filled a shopping bag with the pics and money.  An aftershock hit just as I
entered the street and I watched the whole building collapse.  My lucky
day.

   I used my waif as a fuck toy for a few days, getting ideas from the
kiddie porn stash.  I made her look at the stuff and point to pictures for
her to copy.  She'd bend over and spread, suck, piss, rim me, or kiss as I
pointed from pic to pic.  I loved the game because she was really trying to
please me.  She even squatted over me and fucked me in both holes when
those were the pictures.  You could tell it hurt, but she'd do it anyway
when I asked.

   She sucked her thumb constantly unless my tongue or dick was in there.
Once I put the head of my dick in her mouth and just stood there.  Soon she
resumed the blank look and gentle constant sucking she used on her thumb.
It was great.  I really wanted to head fuck her like mad, but held back. 
After a slow almost agonizing build up she got a mouthful of cum.  She just
swallowed and kept up her sucking rhythm.  I was blown away and just
collapsed on the couch.  What a treat.

   She didn't like it but stood passively when I tied her up.  I had to do
that to put the diaper pin through her nipple, just like one picture in the
magazine.  She was a bit precocious as many of the little black girls.  She
had the inklings of titties,which looked just like Hershey's kisses.  I
gave them wet sucky kisses a lot.  Her dark areolas were almost dime size.
I stuffed her old panties in her mouth gain.  I poked the pin just behind
the dark area going in and out the other side.  I clipped it shut while she
screamed in the gag.  I jerked off shooting the first blast on the tit
jewelry and the rest on her face.

   I copied another stunt where she had a noose on her neck, with the rope
over one of the ceiling logs.  Hands tied behind her, and ankles tied with
about 18 inches of rope between them.  With her legs spread I lay on the
floor with the ankle rope under me.  I admired her cunt and her tit pin,
jerking off as I looked up.  Then I pulled the rope.  She was wide-eyed as
it tightened and lifted her.  She couldn't breathe, and was struggling like
hell.  The ankle rope under me and the noose stretched her, with her feet
off the ground.  I let loose and she took deep breaths, tears falling on
me. I had to stop because I was going to cum too fast.

   I pulled again watching her struggle.  She started to pass out and her
bladder gave.  I let loose a little and she gulped air, pouring hot piss on
me as I came.  The first spurt shot all the way to hit her inner thigh
right by her pussy, and was washed down by her piss.

   The next day I set the stunt up again.  But I gave her enough rope to
kneel and force my prick in her cunt.  I ran a rope under me to a belt
around her waist on each side.  When I pulled the noose rope she was stuck
on my pole by the belt ropes and her cunt only lifted half way off of me. I
pulled and loosed the rope over and over to make her a fuck doll.  Shit, it
felt good.  And I loved watching as she tried to grab a breath between
strokes!

   Finally I pulled the rope and held it while she strangled.  I pushed up
into her off my shoulders and heels when she started to piss.  I came as
her violent death shudders squeezed my dick.