Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: A Secret Slaying Author: Serum114 Keywords: Mg, Ped, Pedo, NC, BDSM, Tort, Rape, Snuff Author's Email: SerumStories@gmail.com Author's Note: I like to know what you think of my story. Good or Bad, feel free to Email me. Disclaimer: The following story is pure fantasy. Don't ever hurt a child. Synopsis: Little Annika gets a terrifying surprise after sneaking out one night. Annika lay in bed pretending to be asleep. Outside her bedroom, her mom and dad talked and watched television. The ten year old considered sneaking out her window, but decided against it. She'd have to wait until her parents went to bed, so she could sneak out the back door. An hour later she heard her parents coming down the hall. A sliver of light entered her room and then disappeared with the click of her door knob. The next twenty minutes were the longest of her short life. The girl waited until she was sure her parents were asleep and then got out of bed. She took a few of her stuffed animals and put them under her blanket. She'd seen escaping prisoners do this countless times on television. "That's close enough," she thought as she adjusted a large stuffed SpongeBob. With great care to be quiet, she opened her door and crept down the hall to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took a piece of leftover roasted chicken and a bottle of cold water. Silently, she then exited the house through the back door, closing it slowly behind her. The summer air was hot and the high humidity gave the night an oppressive heaviness. Insects hummed in all directions and the full moon shone through the branches of the large sycamore tree. She glanced at her parent's window and saw that the blinds to their darkened bedroom were closed. Barefoot, she walked across the dewy grass to the storage shed hidden behind the garage. She opened the door and moved to the center of the dark, 12x16 structure. She stood on her tip toes and waved her hand in the air, blindly reaching for the chain to turn the light on. Finally, she found it and pulled it down. The light clicked on. Annika gasped, and dropped the food and water to the ground. Nailed to the wall was the puppy she'd been caring for. It had been split down the middle and butterflied like a chicken. His intestines hung down the wall like streamers from a balloon. She opened her mouth to scream, but something grabbed her from behind and forced a sweaty hand over her mouth. A needle came into view and she felt a sharp pain in her throat. The girl continued to fight as a numb sensation rose in her neck. For several seconds she kicked her legs back and clawed at the hands binding her. When the hand finally left her mouth, she screamed with everything she had. But nothing came out. "Help!" Her mouth and tongue moved silently. She swung blindly at the person behind her. A grunt filled the small room as one of her blows hit a mark. "Don't fight, Annika," a man said calmly. "It'll be alright." The man took both the girl's wrists into one hand and pulled her arms over her head. The little brunette thought she recognized the voice, but couldn't put a face to it. The worst pain she'd ever experienced flooded her brain as the man bent and snapped each of her tiny fingers. Over her silent screams, each crack turned her stomach and weakened her knees. She tried kicking the man, but her legs felt like Jell-O. Several agonizing seconds later, the man dropped the maimed girl. More pain shot through her broken fingers as she instinctively tried to brace her fall. "Don't fight," he repeated. Annika rolled onto her back at looked up with tear filled eyes. She blinked twice, and recognized the man. "Mommy!" She screamed with all the volume of a sleeping dormouse. Her attacker was the vet from down the street. She'd taken the puppy into his office a couple days before. The girl thought the man was nice for giving her new friend a free check-up. He'd asked her if her parents knew about the dog. She'd told the truth. Her mother was allergic and she wasn't allowed any pets in the house. She told the vet that she planned on keeping him in the shed behind the house, sneaking out at night to feed him and play with him. Annika hadn't the presence of mind to understand the mistake she'd made. The man knelt and smiled down at the riving child. "Sorry about your little friend," he said, placing a hand on her shaking leg. She pulled away and kicked at the man. He caught her left ankle and twisted it. "I thought I said don't fight," he said and gave her thin ankle a quick twist. The crack and pain in her ankle were an order of magnitude more intense then she'd felt in her fingers. Annika slammed her one good limb against the floor in an irrational attempt to stifle the pain. The vet straddled the ten-year-old's knees and forced her arms over her head. He leaned over and whispered into the child's ear, knowing her brain was probably too busy with the pain to even process what he said. "You're going to die tonight little Annika." He kissed her cheek and stood back up. The man couldn't have chosen a better room. Hacksaws, hammers, rope, blades, and everything else a sadist could need were all hanging on the wall, waiting to be used. First, he took a length of nylon rope and bound the girl's wrists. In a corner a bike hung from the ceiling. The hook seemed incredibly sturdy, so the man hoisted the girl and carefully checked that it could hold her 70 lbs. It could, so he dropped the girl and she swung back and forth stretching her shoulders painfully. The man took a utility knife from the open tool box and put the blade to the girl's throat. Annika clenched her eyes and listened to the blade tear through the front of her cotton night gown. The warm summer air hit her bare chest as the man sliced through the sleeves. He tossed the tattered pajamas away, and admired her prepubescent body. Her chest was flat and her nipples almost completely blended into her pale flesh, giving her the appearance of a stripped doll. She'd pissed herself, causing her My Little Pony panties to cling to her fleshy pussy. The sight of the camel toe stiffened the man's cock and the silent girl flailed her legs aimlessly. The man wanted to fuck her right there. He wanted to tear a hole in her wet panties and thrust inside. He wanted to tear her virginity from her like a hyena steals the last morsel of a slain gazelle. But not yet. There were too many possible methods of fun to be had. However, he couldn't resist getting a peek at that succulent cunt. He moved his face close, the smell of her piss only serving to excite him further. Her skinny legs had stopped kicking, and she had her head back shaking in a silent sob. The man took the blue panties into his trembling hands and eased them down. Her puffy mound glistened, damp with piss and sweat. He licked his lips and placed them over her. His already stone hard cock became like diamond as he tasted the evidence of her fear and pain. He moved his tongue through her tangy lips, swallowing her drippings. When he stood again, he covered the girl's agonized face with her soiled, soaked panties. It was time for the true test of little Annika's mettle. An electric drill sat in an open case. The man thought the six foot, heavy duty cord would be the perfect first tool. He cut the cord from the drill and wrapped the cut end around his sweaty palm. Five feet of cord ending in a three pronged plug, hung at the man's side. A dull thwack rang out as the makeshift whip smacked against the child's pale chest. Instantly, the point of contact reddened. Annika bucked wildly as the man watched with sadistic arousal. He swung again, this time hitting her on her milky thigh. Little droplets of blood ran down her leg. Another swing wrapped around her back, leaving a dark red trail around to her chest. This initial beating continued as the helpless child prayed that someone would find her. Each blow hurt more than the last until the pain became the entirety of her existence. She stopped struggling and the man took a final swing. The metal plug crashed into her gaping mouth, knocking her two front teeth across the shed. The first of her body parts had been ripped asunder. Little Annika was fading away. Her tiny mind was mercifully shutting down due to the unrelenting pain. That's not something the vet could allow. Along with the numbing agent, he had a syringe of a powerful stimulant used on race horses during training. He found a vein in the child's arm and injected a small amount. Moments later, her eyes opened and her face twisted in agony. The man stepped toward her and kissed her on the mouth. He slid his tongue in, and tasted her bleeding gums. "You're not getting out of this that easily," he said and slapped her tear streaked face. A hand print formed slowly as the man contemplated his next move. His cock bloated painfully in his black jeans, but he didn't want relief just yet. He needed more. He needed to see the child in abject hell. He longed to see this delicate child represented in a Hieronymus Bosch triptych. The man scanned the room again, an artist looking for inspiration. He picked up a hatchet and felt its weight, uneven in his hand. Then a smile crept across his face. A new fresh blowtorch beckoned to him. He grabbed a box of nails, a hammer, and a pair of pliers. Improvisation can be a wonderful thing. He lit the torch with a whoosh, and opened the regulator completely. He held a two inch nail perpendicular to the pliers and heated it in the blue flame. When the nail began to glow, the man removed it from the flame and grabbed the hammer. He placed the radiant tip an inch from the little girl's outer thigh. Annika had closed her eyes, but she squirmed away from the heat against her leg. In one motion, the man placed the burning tip against her striped flesh and drove it in with the hammer. Her eyes burst open and she shook erratically. The imbedded nail continued to cook her flesh as the bike rack began to squeak. The man heated another nail and buried this one into the calf muscle of her other leg. He loved the smell, like the roasted pig he and his wife had enjoyed on their honeymoon. He drove a nail into each of the girl's nipples and a single one through both nostrils. Annika had begun to go into shock. She stopped resisting and her face became listless. The slight rise and fall of her chest was all that indicated she was still alive. On top of a small table sat a tackle box. Inside were a variety of hooks and different sizes of fishing line. He took the two largest hooks and cut a three foot length of line. He tied a hook to each end of the line and walked behind the hanging girl. Her ass was one of the greatest he'd ever seen. Round and tight, it glistened with sweat. He'd carefully avoided it during her lashing and was happy to marvel at its pale smoothness. The man pinched the fleshiest part of her right buttock and drove the barbed hook through it. A droplet of blood escaped and disappeared into her bald vaginal cleft. He wrapped the string around her waist and impaled her left cheek with the other hook. Now in front of the girl, the man took a screwdriver and positioned it between the girls flesh and the loose fishing line. He rotated the screwdriver, winding the fishing line around it. As the wire tightened, the child's ass cheeks were forced apart widely. The vet then stepped around the child and gazed in awe at her tiny pink privates. The anus was little more than a pinpoint of darkness and her thick pussy lips a miniature version of her smooth, pale ass. The man couldn't postpone it any longer, and pulled down his pants. His seven inch prick, while only slightly larger than average, was massive against the girl's tiny frame. He ran the head up and down her sweaty and pissy cunt, smearing it with less than a merciful amount of lubrication. With the base in his hand, he positioned the head against Annika's minuscule vagina. The soft lips enveloped him as he began his first plunge. Her tightness was mesmerizing. The vice like grip only strengthened as he went deeper, ripping through her hymen. The sudden presence of blood eased the man's descent into heaven. In seconds, his blood coated cock bottomed out inside the girl. He tried to force his way into her womb. The girl's body was trembling with each blow against her cervix. His cock was a battering ram, and with each thrust the girl's door splintered and bowed in. Gritting his teeth, the man made a final attempt. At last, the little girl split open and the man entered her completely. Blood poured from her lacerated uterus as it squeezed the man's sensitive head. He immediately felt on the verge of orgasm, as if any movement would trigger a deluge of cum to erupt into the girl. The man fought the urge, and let the moment pass. He pulled out, listening to the blood patter as it hit the ground. The girl's asshole would be his next victim. Spread wide, her tight rear was covered with the blood hemorrhaging from its neighbor. For the second time, the man prepared to enter a hole much too small to accommodate him. He placed his throbbing head against the hole clenched and his teeth. He began forcing his way inside. The girl didn't react to the stretching and tearing of her anus. She didn't register her rectum bulging and bleeding around the thick invader. As he thrust inside her, the man felt her abdomen distend when his entire length filled her prepubescent bowels. He fucked her for several minutes, sad to feel that initial tightness disappear around him. The man rode the edge of orgasm for several minutes, thrusting violently then easing off half a dozen times. He was proud of his restraint. The younger version of himself would have been cumming inside the child minutes after her fateful entrance into the shed. Today he was more experienced and could appreciate the subtle details of a brutal child rape. The smell of blood mixed with urine, or the gurgling sound of a vacuum constantly created and broken inside the rectum. He smiled to himself and decided it was time to finish. Pulling out of the child's anus, he walked to the tool box. Annika's prolapsed rectum hung from her body and dripped blood to the floor. The vet grabbed a straight ice pick and returned to the suspended girl. He forced his cock through her wrinkled rosebud and began his final excursion into her body. For thirty seconds he thrust into the child, pressing the pick against her back. The sharp tip began to draw blood and the man pressed harder. The man's balls began to tighten and the icepick broke cleanly into the child's back. His motion settled into an erratic spasm and he forced the ice pick through a rib. Little Annika's right lung collapsed as the steel tip tore into it. The vet pulled the pick from the dying girl, leaving a small blood streaming hole. He did the same to her left lung, leaving the unconscious child struggling for her last breaths. The man dropped the pick to the floor and wrapped his arms around the girl. With his palms over her pierced nipples, he felt her chest flutter. A faint whistling could be head, like air escaping a punctured tire. Then, all of the child's motion stopped. An orgasmic release pulsed through the man's body, and not solely stemming from his spewing prick filling the dead child. He felt like a god. Powerfully and mercilessly, he'd smote this sad little being. This worthless life snuffed as a sacrifice for a few moments of his pleasure. By the time this tide had begun to recede, he felt weak in the knees. Thoughtlessly, he used the lifeless body for support. The bike rack cracked, dropping the girl. The two bodies fell to the ground in a heap. For a few minutes the man regained his strength, lying on the girl while his cock shrunk inside her ass. When the man finally stood, he stared down at his kill, burning the sight into his memory. He put his pants back on, and slipped the little girl's panties into his pocket. After clicking off the light, he opened the shed door and slipped away into the alley. The stifling summer air had finally cooled, and the man breathed peacefully.