O D E D ' S S T O R Y
An Erotic Story by Yonny Love
(c) All Rights Reserved - citruslove12@yahoo.com, 2005
(mf rom inc preteen teen mmmmm/m gay nc blackmail rape
snuff canib...)
ATTENTION!!! The Story that You are now about to read,
is NOT an easy reading. It is the Story, that I have
ALWAYS wanted to write - from the deepest Blood of
my Heart... It is, in fact, my Will.
And just in part, it is a fantasy. Just in part.
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* THIS STORY IS BEING WRITTEN ONLY THANKS *
* TO THE GRAND GODDESS OF ALL CREATION, *
* THE SUPREME WRITER FELICITY SAVAGE, *
* WRITER OF "HUMILITY GARDEN", "DELTA CITY" *
* AND "EVER". LONG LIVE, ADMIRED FELICITY! *
* BLESSED BE!!! *
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PART ONE
Nogah was speechless; and so was I. What A Truck!!
It was almost as big as a train!!
And the keys were inside.
I mean, we couldn't even start to believe our luck!!
But, I think I would rather start it all from the
beginning, or else you wouldn't understand a single
thing now would you? So, it has all started a bit
over 16 months ago, just a little after both
my twin-sister and I turned 12. We were swiftly
beginning to develop romantic feelings towards
each other, and quite before we knew what was
happening, we were in bed, together, fucking for
joy like two viagra-stunned, sex-starved rabbits.
But, just like rabbits, we weren't the slightest
bit careful, and mom found us, one day, as I was
screwing Nogah from behind meaning up her lovely
little ass (and she s_c_r_e_a_m_e_d with joy,
let me tell you!! It's a wonder we didn't bring
the entire bloody neighbourhood to watch us!!).
Mother's sentence was fast and heart-tearing
I was sent to a boarding school at Pardes Hanna,
over half the way from Tel-Aviv to Haifa, and
my twin-sister and Lover was thereby been
ruthlessly exiled to another boarding school,
in Jerusalem; and she took all the necessary
steps to ensure, that we'll NEVER come home to
visit at the same time, no matter what. When we
tried to cry out against her decision, she slapped
both of us so hard, that it took DAYS for our
sore cheeks to heal afterwards; and she was
bare-handed.
And then, just like Hercules says, at the opening
of "Starship andromeda" (our most favourite
TV-Programme and The Best EVER, Mind You!!),
the long night, has come. I was becoming the
helpless subject of an endless humiliation, which
had been directed at me from several vicious,
ULTRA-violent boys, some were my age and others
younger, which had even, already quite at a
very early stage, came down to a boundless
sexual-abuse, which had partly based on their
sheer muscular advantage over me (as I had
never been "the physical type"), but, mostly,
simply upon blackmail, of All sorts: as I had
constantly believed, that if I'd only "behave",
as they'd put it, and obey all their whims
they would love me for real, for who I AM. So,
after about 5 months, or so, of staying almost-
constantly at the boarding-school and not being
allowed to even TALK to my only sister, I would
let just about ANY BOY OVER THE AGE OF 10 to
rim his penis into my sore, ultra-violated ass,
fuck my mouth, and other, even worse physical,
and sexual, atrocities. And they'd use just
about every bloody opportunity they'd deem
appropriate to fuck me, shag me, rim it into
me, sometimes one-on-one, but mostly - a GOOD
deal more often In Groups.
The meanest, cruelest, most vicious and most
Extremely VIOLENT boy was Har'el Gur-Aryeh
an angelic-looking, sweet blond-haired,
blue-eyed boy, who was just a slightest bit
over his 11 birthday, when I'd first met him
in our room I do still shiver to this memory:
we were all undressing for beds, for our first
night at the Tokeier Boarding-School (we were
6 kids in each room), and I was TOTALLY naked,
with my back to all the other boys (who were
viciously mocking me, for being so shy around
them, suggesting I was actually "a faggot",
a gay, and was attracted to them and wishing
to conceal it), I was SHIVERING with fear
and, as I was real soon to find out, most
certainly not without a reason: Har'el
who had also finished taking off all his
clothes came right behind me, hugged me
from behind and started massaging his prick,
right against AND INTO the crack of my ass.
"Come now, Odedduna" (as he and pretty soon
everybody else there, too came about to call
me), "let good ol' Har'ellie give ya jus' da
thing ya need now... easy, we all Know ya
actually want it"... and he, along with all
the other boys, had burst out, extra-loudely,
in an uncontrolable evil, sadistic laughter.
"No!" I cried, getting more and more
Frightened by the second. "Pleeease!! Leave me
alone!! Let me Be!!" "Let you be WHAT?" asked
Har'el, in a mocked pretendence of caring
and again, they all laughed. Har'el licked my
right ear. "ouch, who forgot to clean it?" he
asked, and one of the other four boys Aryeh,
a religious boy I thought was a good deal
nicer cried out, "hey, stick it IN him now
will you?" "d'ya hear 'em Odedduna?" asked my
tormentor 'softly'. "d'ya hear THEY are
asking me to do this to you - blame THEM,
then not me " and
he stuck his member
I N . . . .
* *
Once we'd crossed the 240 KM-/150 MPH, I'd
turned to look deep into my Lovely
twin-sister's pretty, hazlenut-eyes; just
like me, she was on fire.
"STEP on it, Odeddie", she fired her lovely
desire into a burning stick of words, and her
big, astounding wildest eyes had added,
wordlessly, 'and Please don't forget ME in the
process'... as if I'd ever wanted to, as if I
had possibly could.
So, with my bare left foot, I had FORCEFULLY
stepped on the gas, just as far as it would
ever go, while leaving the wheel and bending
towards my sister, both of us are closing our
eyes, for the Kiss
For our FIRST REAL KISS, in a little bit over
sixteen most hellish of months.
We KNEW there would most certainly be innocent
pedestrians down our path, pretty many of them
actually, and that we'll probably end up
driving over the vast majority, if not all, of
them, but none of us gave a Damn Shit about
them. Fuck, the Hell with all of them!!
As finally, we were FREE!
We did not even pay attention, to the sounds
Of things crushing, against the front of our
monster-sized vehicle we KNEW that they were
NOT just unanimated objects. But, hell, what
the heck after all we've been through,
because of society's sick, twisted rules, it
WAS about bloody fucking time for them to pay.
NOW.
And, at final last, We Were FREE.
* *
I was brutally thrown against the sink.
"I'm gonna slain ya and cut ya throat!"
screamed one of Har'el's best Friends, `Ammi,
a 9 year old cruel, vicious boy. "you'll die,
you will. what d'ya doin', goin' tellin'
ev'ryone 'bout me askin' ye money? Ha?" And
just then, when I had felt his knife start
touching the skin on my bare, unprotected
right-side collar-bone, I'd heard someone
entering the washroom: Har'el. After only six
weeks, I was already able to identify his
presence, even without him utter a single
word for I had known the owner of my body.
"What's goin' on here?" he asked, coming to
my right and checking my tiny scratch. "You're
CUTTED! `Ammi, you're a DEAD man now!!" and he
went out, right after his paly, who was fast
to take off and run. "NOBODY's touchin' Oded,
got it ya son-of-da-whoriental BASTARD?!?
NOBODY, NEVER!!!" and then, he came back to
the sink where I stood, completely motionless,
and shivered. "Nobody will EVER touch you,
odeddie", he promised, and hugging me from
behind, unzipping his pants and throwing mine
on the flour, he added "no one but me, unless"
- and HERE he stuck his grown, full-size member
as deep and hard into my bare ass, as he was
possibly ABLE to, "I'll be TELLIN' them ta hurt
you; got it, 'deddie?" and HERE, he kissed me,
forcefully chewing on my lips...
And I responded by kissing him back, eagerly.
I did not know, whether or not I would EVER get
to see my twin-sister again; I was alone, at
this very boy's mercy, in a boarding school,
whose management cared abosolutly Nothing about
brutal and sexual molestations among its pupils.
I had to rely on him, to keep away other, even
more life-threatening such bastards, like `Ammi;
and he was my lover, my owner, the chief reason
for my being alive.
* *
Nogah sucked, Ever-so-Gently, my hard dick deep,
as deep as she possibly COULD in fact, into her
sweet Mouth - AND THROAT. My own Twin-Sister,
was deep-throating me... Where did she pick this
knowledge - I wonder, but - for that moment, had
felt pretty sure, that - I did NOT want to know.
Time for everything my Friends... and for NOW, I
should rather be enjoying our moments, these
first, sweet moments of Joy, Pure Joy, after
SUCH a long time of hellish, most bitter of
suffering.
'I LOVE You'... signaled to me her eyes, 'I LOVE
worshipping YOUR Big Cock BROTHER'...
And Boy was it Great, to FINALLY be with someone
out of LOVE, True LOVE, instead of fear, or
loneliness...
And, I LOVE shagging my Sister.:-))
* *
And, after, we had made Love, for the first time
After our sweet, Joyfullest reunion, I had
Restarted the monster-truck's great engine.
As we were about to go hunting for food.
HUMAN food.
Tell me, have YOU ever come to taste a fresh,
Recently-hunted, still-WARM and still-BLEEDING,
HUMAN-FLESH??
Because, if Not then you have absolutly
NO IDEA, as for how Much you have been losing
So far!! Just imagine sweet, newly hunted,
Fresh human-baby's meat. I enjoy the veal best;
Nogah the lever. And the both of us Love, Just
LOVE, the HEAVENLY Baby-Fat, taken either from
its chest, or from its soft, Not-yet fully-
developed under-arms. Babies, who are still been
breast-fed by their now-screaming mothers, are
our most favourite cuisine of all. The top
choice for our hungry stomachs, at any given
time.
And all of THIS great cullinarian knowledge
had just came to us that night, and during the
several ones right afterwards, as we have begun
our new, overly-exciting existence, as creatures
of the night sneaking, stalking, right-
focusing just upon one simplest goal: killing.
For Joy. Our mouths had watered, already at that
very first of many sweetest nights, as I had
spotted, right from our hiding-place behin the
thick bushes, a young mother with her two babies
- one of them a sweet-looking toadler, of about
thirteen, or maybe fourteen months of age, and
the other a newly-born baby, who, most certainly,
was no older than two months At Best. Their
mother seemed very, very weak and tired, perhaps
quite a bit ill, and so it has very fastly turned
out to be quite obvious, she would NOT be able to
put in much of a fight. The only question
remaining was, whether or not had she been there
all by herself, or was there also another
potentially stronger person present. Nogah was
to find THAT out.