Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Immaculate
Keywords: FF Fg FF~gg Fsolo Mg ped nc tort rape ws snuff

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Immaculate


It was a Friday night, and Stella was still working, alone in the
building and gearing up for a moment that would mark the darkest,
most shameful turn of her life. She carefully unbuttoned her
jeans, making room for fingers inside her panties. Weeks of
pent-up lust had her trembling in pleasure as her index and
middle fingers slid down the mess through her cunt slit.

The young woman was a Ph.d. student for a elitist feminist
professor. Stella's project was centered on abusive men, and she
and the professor had decided to make the work truly
controversial. After an intricate, complicated arrangement,
Stella had been allowed to study evidence in cases of documented
child abuse.

Right now, she knew she was supposed to feel compassion for the
victim on the screen - that little undeveloped girl, with her
hairless cunt. But after the first nauseous weeks in this
carefully secured room at the faculty, all horror and sympathy
had numbed with strange ease.

Instead, Stella panted in raw excitement as she studied the
immature, bald, slightly pouting child mound. Savage abuse of
of innocence could really give you unbelievable rushes... She
turned up the volume of the film, getting off even harder when
she heard the innocent cries protesting the brutal rape. It was
strange how the mind allowed you to turn off all empathy when a
victim was truly defenseless...

The masturbating young woman started twisting a nipple gently
through her sweater. You could hear squishing wetness as her
fingers worked in forbidden pleasure inside the panties.

On the screen, a grown man's cock now filled its child cunt with
sperm. The erect organ gradually stopped twitching, and then the
swollen head plopped out, followed by a river of cum, flooding
out of the very dilated undeveloped hole, down over the girl's
smooth asscheeks.

The camera zoomed in on a fresh-raped pedophile cunt, and Stella
frantically masturbated herself to the orgasm of her life.

Then, with the horrific image still paused on the screen, she
cried, with her head on the desk, in fear of what she was doing
and what would happen if she was caught.

---

A deserted road to nowhere led Tina to her new assignment, which
would be to coordinate efforts for preventing the trafficking of
women and children over the border. The forever alone, forever
single, 29-year-old, still closeted lesbian police officer was
driving to see Stella Gill, famous prosecutor, who had, years
earlier, given up a ground-breaking research career to focus
full-time on the well-documented and escalating problems with
internet-based child trade and abuse.

Tina herself had started out believing in making a difference,
helping the innocent. But in real life, she had found out, there
were no innocents. There were people that were used, and if you
didn't use them you became one yourself. To put it briefly, she
had grown sick of the system.

In the car, the potholes she failed to navigate made driving even
more difficult, straining her over-filled bladder with every
bump, pushing hard on her uterus, which had the side effect of
making her extremely sensitive for sexual stimulation. For the
last miles, that sensitivity had actually helped distract her,
through silly fantasies about this trip.

Stella seemed to be the perfect woman. Tina was already on first
name basis in her head. The female prosecutor was older - it had
been 20 years since her legendary thesis, which was still used to
teach at the academy - but the woman was extremely attractive in
her unrelenting confidence. Of course, it didn't hurt that she
had never been married, practically confirming what Tina already
hoped for. Maybe you could even dare to hope that a willing
police cunt would be something rare and welcome out here in the
woods...

It was definitely time for a quick stop to set her mind straight!

A turnoff opened up into a very small, empty gravel pit right by
the side of the road. She parked her car so she couldn't be seen,
and then she squatted just outside the open door, and she finally
moaned in relief as she let out a long, meandering river of
urine through the sand beneath her. All the time, she kept
looking up at the forest.

The scene was unbelievably beautiful. She could hear birds
chirping. Maybe somewhere, there was even a rabbit or deer in
hiding, watching her...

She put her naked butt back up on the side edge of the seat,
and she spread her thighs with her feet on the door frame. Her
entire black-furred cunt was warmed by sunlight. An impulse
told her to open up her shirt, taking her plentiful breasts
out, exposing herself to all the world around her.

Then, she brought her fingers to the dripping, thick, warm
wetness in her wide-spread crotch, and she panted straight out
in pleasure. She risked another, even louder moan, and she was
surprised by how much she loved this sense of freedom. Her
sticky masturbating was audible over the rustling wind.

After less than 30 seconds of rubbing, she cried out in orgasm
to the wilderness.

The car door closed and the engine started, and her departing
vehicle spun loose in the sand.

---

In real life, Stella appeared even more of a goddess, tall, with
fantastic breasts and long, curly, shining brown hair, and
already at the moment their eyes met through a door, Tina was
prepared to do anything to make this partnership work.

Stella, for her part, simply looked her new recruit up and down
with piercing, dark eyes, as if judging her by fitness or by the
short-cut, sporty, black hair.

Their first hour, having coffee in Stella's kitchen, seemed a
surreal seductive act. Their hands grazed, and both women
leaned in close as they spoke. There was tension, brewing just
under the surface, but Tina couldn't bring herself to anything
but sit there, passive, inferior, distrusting her own judgement.

At one point Stella passed behind a chair so close that her
breasts brushed against Tina's back.

- "Did you like that?", Stella surprisingly whispered very
quietly, as if they were sharing a secret.

Tina, caught red-cheeked, struggled with a reply. The intensity
of this experience was new to her.

- "You know, maybe we should focus on work...", Stella continued
with a spellbinding, glimmering smile, changing the subject back.
"There are some things we need to ... clear out of the way."

That night, Tina lay awake, masturbating until her cunt felt raw
and the sun had started rising.

---

The first job day was spent with a disappointing focus on work,
introducing Tina to the sordid details of trafficking.

- "It's desolated enough here to ship girls in, and it's close
enough to a city for business.", Stella explained. "If someone
wants access to the children, he usually just has to provide an
incriminating film of himself as collateral."

Talking about such a matter should have been disturbing, but
the police woman just found herself focusing on her instructor's
seductive, moist, moving lips. Tina responded with wetness
between her legs and desire that grew with every minute.

The older woman explained her move up here, how you
slowly had to work your way into a system of organized crime,
convincing people you weren't an immediate threat, and eventually
you could start making occasional trades for information.

- "We've come to a point where we have the people with money
actually coming to us...", Stella said with some pride. "They'll
give up a few clueless fathers, scum who will document assaults
on their own daughters just for a chance to come up here. Once we
have that on film, we book them, and in return we turn a blind
eye to some heavier business, which we couldn't go up against
anyway. At least, it puts actual criminals in the news and behind
bars..."

It was the story of standard police work as Tina had come to know
it. You focused on easy arrests, often going public afterward;
determent was the magic word, although noone acknowledged that
you did nothing about the bigger problems. Tina was more than
tired of the usual hypocrisy, so today's candid conversation was
refreshing.

---

All illusions were shattered once it came time to show some
actual films. After Tina had signed 10 different permissions and
release forms, they finally sat down in sofa in Stella's living
room.

First, there was a film of an anonymous father, sneaking into his
little girl's room, filming her with his phone while she was
asleep. He pulled her pyjama pants down and masturbated, grunting
his thick, runny sperm out on her smooth little pubic mound.

- "This is the sort of man we're after.", Stella explained. "We
can identify him. We'll send him some videos in return,
convincing him we're to be trusted, and we'll see how far we can
push him to go. Then, we'll take him in, and it's promotion
time... What do you think?"

Tina had thought she would be prepared for what she would see and
hear, but now she felt uncomfortable both from the video and the
unorthodox work ethics. Stella noticed but still pushed on,
smiling with difficult-to-resist, weirdly inappropriate
flirtatiousness, starting a film of a woman lying on a bed.

The woman had a beautiful, naked, curved body with big breasts,
which immediately captured Tina's attention. Something that also
caught your attention was the sack hood covering the woman's
head, including her face, with just two holes for the eyes.
Everything started with the woman already moaning in pleasure,
and then the camera panned down until you saw her cunt being
eaten by what looked as a 5- or 6-year-old girl. The film only
kept going for a few seconds.

- "This would be our normal tease.", Stella explained. "We'll
send something like this to the man we're after, to convince him
we can be trusted. After this, he'll want more, and we'll
persuade him to possibly penetrate his daughter, at least with
fingers."

- "But...", Tina questioned. "Are we even allowed to send that?"

Stella carefully phrased her reply.

- "We'll never have anything to worry about.", she finally said
with a sly look, as if exposing an exciting secret. "No one
could ever report this without risk of becoming a registered sex
offender. It's a perfect system... And we filter the entire web
for child porn these days - even if there isn't actually any on
the open web - so in reality we can use that filter to censor
any discussions on our methods."

As she spoke, she started a second film, which simply continued
where the last one had left off, and she sat back and observed
Tina attentively.

This time, the film showed the same woman closing her legs firmly
around the child's head and then pressing the girl into a
orgasm-cramping cunt so hard it seemed miraculous the little neck
didn't break. The woman, writhing in pleasure, obviously enjoyed
the twisted act quite a lot more than your average licking.

Tina was becoming more and more uneasy, in emotional turmoil from
watching such a spellbinding woman performing such an atrocious
act.

The woman on the screen relaxed, and eventually she rolled away
from the crying little girl. But the film didn't stop. The woman
took her hood off, and Tina gasped in shock, seeing Stella's face
being uncovered.

- "Nothing has ever instigated such response as using me in those
films - of course always masked...", Stella explained with calm
detachment. "But there are too many films out there now. The
novelty has worn off. If we had two hooded women together, Tina,
we could keep going for years without anyone getting tired of
us..."

She gave Tina time to regain control over her shallow breath and
unnerved staring to and from the screen, on which the abuse
continued. Stella seemed fascinated by actually observing the
process of someone becoming disillusioned. Finally, she spoke
again.

- "If we go up against money like that, we'll lose.", she
established with the same calm. "You can choose... Do you want to
be a winner with me? I've been thinking about this since before I
picked you for the assignment. I think you and I could make a
perfect little life out of this."

Tina stopped a spontaneous reply. You could practically see the
cogwheels working behind her frightened eyes, coming to terms
with how there was more behind this invitation. She would
probably be in real danger if she expressed an objection. Every
fiber of her body told her to find a way out of this nightmarish
situation - now, while there still was a chance.

- "I... This is...", she tried. "I think I'll need the night to
take it all in. Can I come back in the morning?"

Stella looked disappointed, but not surprised.

- "But, you see...", she said. "I can't let you leave... I have
plans for you Tina. And they don't really require you to
volunteer..."

Tina felt paralyzed by the icy calm in the other woman's voice.
There was no weapon visible, but there didn't have to be.

---

The chair was actually comfortable to sleep in, even though she
had been taped to it in a very thorough and restrictive way.

In the morning, Stella came walking down the stairs in an open
robe. She sat down and spread her legs indiscreetly, revealing
a thick, brown bush of cunt hair surrounding a moist, pink,
glistening cunt slit, with large, beefy, juice-soaking labia.
Tina, still sleepy, was unable to take her eyes off the
tantalizing apparition before her. A pair of perfectly round and
very full breasts peeked out under parting hems of the cloth.

- "People don't really care about poor immigrant children.",
Stella started explaining, matter-of-factly, as if this was just
a lecture. "People care about children being abused by their own
families, because that's what people can relate to. By doing it
our way, we make it clear that the important stuff is being
dealt with, and people love us."

Tina had nothing to say. All at once, she felt both perturbed by
and in need of comfort from this stunning, supreme woman.

- "I'm going to work.", Stella said with an amicable smile,
getting up.

She touched Tina and leaned down close, radiating self-assured
allure.

"I'll put on some entertainment for you", Stella whispered. "And
I'll hurry back. If you have to urinate, you'll have to go in the
chair for now... I'll help you get comfortable when I get back, I
promise."

She left to get dressed after giving Tina a kiss on the cheek.

Once the outer door had closed behind Stella, the screen started
showing a quiet scene. This was clearly an old film, and the
first thing Tina noticed was that Stella had apparently been even
more beautiful 10 years ago. This time there was nothing hiding
her face. She was lying down naked on a bed, spreading her
magnificent, long legs. A little pre-pubescent creature crawled
up on the bed.

Tina found it impossible to take her eyes away. Now that she was
alone, forced to watch, it came easier to end up distracted,
focusing only on Stella's beauty and pleasure.

A few films later, Tina was crying in shame. She knew her jeans
were now damp with arousal - a strange, mechanical arousal that
had to have nothing to do with true feelings. What happened on
the screen were the most horrifying things she could imagine, and
now she just wanted to unsee everything, to erase the last days
from her mind and return to her old life.

---

Upon returning, Stella found her guest in that same state, crying
quietly in her chair. The insides of Tina's thighs and the crotch
of her jeans were soaked with tepid piss now.

- "You poor little thing...", Stella whispered with dramatic,
amorous compassion. "Ssshhh... You poor, poor thing. I'll take
care of you, I promise..."

She sat down in Tina's lap and took the sobbing head against a
shoulder. Tina started crying in outright despair in response to
her hair being caressed now. Every fiber in her body told her the
sadistic rapist on the screen couldn't possibly be the same
person as this motherly presence.

- "Please...", Tina begged, without any way of stopping herself.
"Please let me go... Don't do this to me... I ... I could never
do those things..."

- "Ssshhhh...", Stella continued with a nursing voice. "I just
love you... And I only have to show you..."

She kissed Tina on the neck, and Tina quieted down. Now, Stella's
fingers started unbuttoning Tina's wet jeans carefully. Tina let
out a helpless whimper of protest. Then, Stella pulled the shirt
up to shoulder-height and put the palm of a hand on Tina's
exposed bra. A massaged, sensitive nipple quickly grew erect
under the snug fabric. Tina whimpered again and tried to resist
her body's reactions, trapped in a surreal nightmare.

Stella turned her attention to the soaked jeans, peeling them
down. Then the lusting woman climbed back onto the naked thighs
and worked her tender fingers inside the pissy panties.

- "No...", Tina tried to object with a whisper.

A patch of oily, glistening wetness at the bottom of the pussy
slit betrayed a seeping, desirous cunt hole. Tina was panting,
but it was difficult to tell - even for herself - if it was due
to fear or unwelcome sexual excitement.

- "Mmmmhh...", Stella whispered back. "You want it, don't you?"

- "Please...", Tina pleaded in distress and confusion. "Please
don't do it..."

She knew she absolutely didn't want this. She wrestled with her
ropes and tensed up in protest at the movements of the other
woman's fingertips.

- "You're right on the edge...", Stella panted with fascination,
sliding her fingers down further. "You're going to be so
beautiful... But first, I need to show you something."

Another film was started.

There was a girl on the screen who had already appeared in
several other films, most of them containing steadily increasing
abuse. This time, her naked, undeveloped body had been firmly
strapped to a low bench.

Stella entered, wearing the obligatory sack on her head. She
rolled an office chair into frame and sat down next to the bench.
Then, she swung a leg over the child. Stella lifted the head up
by the hair and twisted forcefully until she could mash the face
into her hairy cunt. After that, she locked the head between her
strong thighs.

- "No...", Tina whispered, feeling a chill from the determined
indifference on the screen.

The real Stella's fingers started circling Tina's clit with
enticing pressure, and at the same time a hand worked its way
inside her bra, cupping a breast that had been aching for touch.
Tina panted involuntarily.

- "Noohh...", she tried again, but it came out as more of a
pleasured moan than what she had intended.

- "Yess...", Stella responded, smiling, kissing Tina with warm,
wet lips. "Your body wants it... Poor little baby..."

On the screen, Stella started turning the chair, twisting the
child's head. Now you could see with perfect clarity how frail
the little body really was. It looked taut as a bowstring. The
neck was screwed almost half-way around.

Stella on the screen was playing her nipples in sadistic calm.
She had started grinding her cunt ever so slightly against the
struggling face. She moaned out in quiet ecstasy and turned the
chair another inch.

Tina wanted to cry out, to somehow stop this horrifying game
before its inevitable end, but her throat was dry as sand.

Sure enough, at this point there came a releasing crunch from the
strained neck on the film. The excited woman in frame let out an
audible moan and spun the chair effortlessly even further. A new
loud crunch caused the slender child limbs to relax in sudden
death. Before Tina had a chance to fully process the ruthlessness
she had witnessed, Stella on the screen was getting up.

A mesmerizing strand of cunt juice hung between messy slit and
the fresh-killed girl's lips.

Tina was caught off-guard, and some deep-rooted carnal instinct
overpowered her. She moaned in a helpless, reflexive climax, and
then her cunt started coming hard against Stella's wonderful
fingers. Stella straddled the chair with eagerness, pressing their
bodies together, closing her warm mouth in for a kiss, and Tina
had no power to resist through her sudden, ever-building orgasm.
She even opened her lips, feeling Stella's exploring tongue.

Stella masturbated herself to a fast, hard climax of her own,
pressing her cunt into Tina's pubic hair.

A minute later, the woman on top was caressing Tina's exhausted
body, still kissing it.

- "You're so beautiful...", Stella whispered. "I love you... I'll
always love you... We'll be perfect together..."

Tina pulled her face away, knowing she couldn't handle much more
without a complete breakdown.

- "Please...", she insisted, and now the tears came. "I... I'm
not like you... I ... I don't want this... Please!"

- "You don't have to be like me...", Stella answered with wistful
conviction. "You'll see..."

---

Tina was led up the stairs into Stella's bedroom. The women
passed a mirror showing their naked bodies, looking good
together, while warm rays of sunlight made the friendly,
stylishly furnished room behind them shine in white. There was a
very big, very high king-size bed.

Tina realized, crawling up on the mattress, how expensive it must
be - comfortable and also firm enough for violent fucking. There
were leather straps with cuffs, and now she saw a camera, some
lighting equipment, and she noticed a projector in the roof. With
shuddering horror, she became aware that this was a place for
organized filming of forced sex, and she was the one being
restrained...

She was cuffed on her back with both her arms and legs
wide-spread, although the bonds left her a few inches of slack.

Stella started caressing Tina's body, from the breasts down to
the pubic hair. Then, the dominant woman reached for a pitcher of
water she had standing by the bed, and she filled up a large
glass.

- "Drink..", she said with a calm, demanding voice, bringing a
glass to Tina's lips.

There was no room for negotiation. Also, Tina was actually
thirsty enough to gulp down almost an entire glass of water in
one go.

- "I'm gonna cheat the system, Tina.", Stella mused mysteriously.
"I'm going to make you and me happy, in a world without
happiness..."

There was a serene, slightly insane smile on her lips as she left
the room.

Tina began feeling more and more lonely as time passed. The heat
of the sunlight moved up her legs, past her cunt, and up to her
breasts. She could feel herself smelling of sweat.

Her bladder passed an aching point of fullness. She was reluctant
to admit it, but she started hoping for her captor's return, just
in case it might bring some much-needed release, somehow.

And then, when the other woman finally walked back through the
door, she came holding the hand of a dark girl who was perhaps 10
years old.

- "Here, cutie!", Stella called out to the girl while patting the
bed.

The naked child crawled up on the mattress. Stella spent a moment
sliding her fingers through the hairless fuck slit, as if it was
the most natural thing in the world to do. Her eyes gleamed with
excitement when she turned to Tina with an insinuating, steadfast
smile. Finally, Stella whispered something in the girl's ear, and
the girl nodded obediently, moving her head down between Tina's
legs.

- "She's here just to please you.", Stella whispered in an ear.
"I've told her you're a very wicked lady... Now, you should have
some time to consider what you're really willing to do to a
girl."

- "No!", Tina said out loudly, before she immediately regretted
her rashness when she saw the girl's startled look.

A calm, determined Stella continued whispering.

- "I'll make it real easy and promise to kill her if you protest
again.", she established.

Tina felt an icy chill through her stomach and managed to hold
another objection in, picturing the girl gutted right there on
the floor, just to make a point.

And that was it. After making Tina drink another glass of
water, Stella left the room.

Once the couple on the bed were alone, the child mouth started
working its way, kissing and licking, into Tina's sticky,
unwashed slit, causing surprised, uncontainable gasps of
pleasure. You could see the girl's brown eyes and long,
beautiful, dark hair, and then you could just make out a little
bit of an upper lip on the hairy mound between Tina's legs. The
small, wide-open mouth pressed delicately in around Tina's entire
slit.

But there was no more movement - just something fiercely teasing
about the way the child ended up lying there, watching, so close,
ready to lick a cunt but refusing to really do it. Every now and
then, she exhaled with more warmth, and Tina had to suppress a
light gasp, to her shame.

Of course, there was already a little voice in her head asking
why. Technically, she could just go ahead and moan right out. She
couldn't help it, could she? And nobody would ever know...

The little mouth rested with steadiness on her mound. After a
while, she started being impressed with the girl's skill in
keeping her jaws open without sign of fatigue. After some more
time, Tina also became aware that the pressure in her bladder had
now built past a point she absolutely couldn't handle.

Could this be what Stella wanted to happen? Of course it was...
It was abhorrent, shockingly humiliating.

A whole hour later, Tina was adamantly refusing to acknowledge
her fullness. She still doubted she could ever live with herself
if she surrendered to such degradation.

But it had been almost impossible not to start rationalizing,
thinking of the exquisite mouth pressing into your crotch only
in terms of potential relief.

The girl swallowed sometimes, which made Tina wonder if the cunt
was leaking juices in between the soft lips. Her own body seemed
to have betrayed her once more. Both nipples were petrified,
sensitive, aching for touch. In truth, the mouth of this
beautiful, angelic little creature against her own hairy, old
cunt was starting to look exciting, wicked and evil.

Through groans of pain, she used every muscle in her crotch to
hold back, yet all the girl represented at this point was really
just a hole to let go into, just someplace to release the flow.
Was there a limit where you could stop fighting and just do it?
Would the girl swallow or spill?

Tina berated herself for thinking about how it would happen
instead of how it how it wouldn't. But still... It had to work
better if you went slowly, gently...

On impulse, the grown woman relaxed her tightened-up crotch for
just a second.

An intense ache spread through her abdomen, forcing her to
tighten back up, holding the pressure back. It had almost
started, though. All it would take was one more push... And in
the grand scheme of things, it wouldn't be so bad, would it? This
experienced slave girl might not even be too traumatized by it,
right?

Tina looked straight into the young, patiently waiting eyes. This
was the moment her mind chose to cave in.

- "I'm going to ... do it.", Tina informed with a voice that
started trembling with excitement mid-sentence.

There was no sign that the girl had understood. But Tina had made
up her mind now. She felt herself force through every inhibition
in a rush of relief. It happened...

There was a flow out from between her legs, for sure. Then, she
also heard the sharp hiss, accompanied by the changing pitch of
quickly rising liquid in a tiny mouth. She was really pissing in
through a little girl's lips! Tina realized she wouldn't be able
to stop, but the child simply started swallowing as a
well-trained service machine.

Those eyes looked back in focused obedience. Strangely, Tina felt
only acceptance of something that came with such ease...

When the toilet mouth started showing trouble swallowing, Tina
even astonished herself with a need for more.

- "Swallow... Swallow it!", she whispered, feeling all hesitation
slip away in uncontainable animal excitement.

Next thing, she felt the girl's pissy tongue tracing its way up
through hairy fuck lips to a clit about to burst with desire.
The child tongue tip flicked once, twice. Tina's tears turned to
moans, and there was no way to stop or prolong it.

The orgasm blackened her eyes, moved her into a world of warm,
wet, cramping pleasure, making her cry in ecstasy. She knew in
the back of her head that she was still pissing straight into a
child mouth, and this strengthened her climax even more.

---

Only Tina and Stella were in the bed, both of them naked. Tina
was being masturbated, still cuffed.

Stella started the films. A few of them showed her, enjoying a
girl's mouth, sometimes even in this very bed. Many other films
were taken in people's homes, by nervous fathers. Sometimes,
there was a protesting, awake child. Sometimes, a mother was
helping with invasive hands in her child's crotch.

- "I know how you feel...", Stella whispered. "You just need to
keep watching... Don't fight it! Just concentrate on my fingers!
Watch the screen and it will all be ok!"

The abuse on the screen just kept on coming, and Tina didn't
have time to think. She tried to turn her head away at times,
but she couldn't explain even to herself what the struggle would
gain her at this point; maybe she only fought for the sake of
fighting.

Also, the confident fingers felt very good. And the way Stella
was sitting with her legs so leisurely spread definitely excited
Tina. Stella managed to masturbate both of them, one with each
hand.

Whenever Tina pulled her bonds in discomfort, she was reminded
that there was no use.

- "You're doing it wrong.", Stella insisted. "Don't look at me!
Look at that girl's cunt! Look how it opens up from the abuse!
Think about how she must feel inside, violated, panicking... Look
at the child cunt! I love you, Tina... I love to look at these
films with you... You can be here forever with me... I love you
so much... Now look at the child being fucked!"

Stella's nibbling kisses were becoming more and more intrusive.
They felt good...

Somehow, Stella was right. It didn't affect you in such a
sickening way when you looked straight at it. Feeling evil and
having your cunt fingered seemed to work well together...

Then, things took a dramatic turn when the film changed to one
of Stella, stabbing a long, thick, spiked plastic dildo up the
cunt of a panic-screaming child. Tina knew she had the power to
make a conscious decision at this exact moment.

- "Come for me!", Stella whispered. "It's just an orgasm...
You're so beautiful Tina... There's no point in struggling...
Come on my fingers, Tina, while you watch me rape that sexy
child cunt!!"

Tina could feel herself doing what she was asked. She simply let
out a long, loud moan, convulsing through her entire body in a
hard, heavenly climax.

- "Good...", Stella whispered in euphoric encouragement. "You're
doing so good... It's a horrible thing you have to go through...
Just be brave! I love you so much..."

Once the throes were fading out, she started tucking Tina in,
and Tina was embarrassed by how good the attention made her feel
and how quickly she was giving up her resistance. But children
would suffer no matter what... Was there a point in dying for
something you couldn't change?

---

She woke up in the middle of the night to Stella masturbating in
the bed. The films were still running. Tina just meditated
dreamingly on Stella's perfect beauty.

---

After breakfast, Stella brought a beautiful, hand-decorated,
ceramic bedpan to assist her helpless prisoner with basic toilet
needs. Tina turned red-blushing with embarrassment at performing
such a private bodily function this way, emptying her bowels for
another person. Still, the level of intimacy the two women shared
during that vulnerable moment ended up genuinely exciting them
both.

Afterward, Stella washed Tina's entire body with aroused
attention, using a soft, delicate sponge. Every little display of
loving concern overwhelmed Tina, and she panted in pleasure as
her cunt was massaged by the sponge. There was something
intensely erotic about being made to lift your ass and expose
yourself completely, having your asscheeks and your anus
carefully bathed.

Now, her entire body ached for more stimulation. She felt the
final barrier of resistance crumbling inside her.

- "Please, let me come...", she let out with a shy whisper. "I
can be good. I'll do whatever you want. I'll fuck a child, I
promise..."

She was shocked by the passion of Stella's kiss in response.

---

- "How is it going to work?", Tina asked. "What will we do?"

She had been released, and she was nervous, frightened, horny,
confused.

- "We need to make more films.", Stella explained. "Sometimes,
we'll use the traders to produce a series of very brutal abuse to
put on the deep web. It's been almost impossible to provoke
amateur abuse rough enough to keep our funds up..."

She paused to give Tina time to take it all in.

- "When a ring of customers isn't profitable...", Stella
continued. "...we can have it raided. It's all about keeping our
numbers up."

- "So... What will I do?", Tina asked, surrendering, accepting.

---

This was the night. Stella and Tina were standing naked outside a
little dungeon in the basement. Stella was filming Tina, who put
on her head-bag with big eye holes.

The camera moved over cunt and tits while Tina turned to a
pillow, on which there was a large knife. It was the sort of
knife a hunter would use to disembowel his warm, fresh-killed
prey. With ritualistic, gentle gestures, Tina took up the large,
sharp blade and caressed it across her breasts and through her
pubic hair.

She felt as a virgin preparing for her first time.

Without more waiting, they opened the door and stepped inside a
room full of perfectly arranged camera equipment. At the center,
there was a girl. The last time Tina had seen that face -
swallowing piss between her legs - had seemed as another life,
but in reality it had only been a few weeks ago.

The girl, strung up with arms and legs stretched apart, stirred
to life, and then the young eyes focused with sudden terror on
the knife.

Tina panted. She felt Stella's caresses.

- "Do it!", Stella whispered excitedly from behind. "Look at her!
She's just a rape cunt..."

Tina pressed her body back into Stella's tight embrace.
Encouraging fingers caressed Tina's tits. She became aware of a
long strand of cunt juice, growing down from her crotch all the
way down to her knees. Stella slid a hand down through Tina's
pubic hair. This was a rare opportunity to act out, for the
cameras, and both women took it. They stepped forward together
as one, panting and caressing each other.

- "Look...", Tina gasped in fascination. "She's so innocent...
so young... so fucking beautiful... so naive..."

Tina clutched the knife harder and felt Stella's fingers working
their way toward the clit. Stella's bushy mound pushed into
Tina's ass, and they took the last step together. Tina looked
into the eyes of the child, who looked back, confused and lost.

- "Ohhh... You're such a beautiful slut, aren't you...", Tina
let out in a whisper, filled with cruel bliss. "You already made
me feel so good..."

She felt a rush of adrenaline as her focus centered on the flat,
young stomach. In a perfect ecstasy, she thrust the knife
forward. She was already in prelude to the most perfect and
forbidden orgasm she had ever dreamed of.

The blade sank into the top of the girl's stomach, slicing
through the skin as on a soft, peachy fruit. The girl choked in
surprise. Tina looked into the confused young eyes and felt all
tension and excitement concentrate into an explosive rush of
cunt pleasure against Stella's fingers.

You could feel the little body fighting through the knife. The
weight on the blade made it slide further down, and the sight of
parting flesh brought Tina's pleasure to new levels.

Both women were now completely absorbed by the child's
pain-cramps and strange, panicked swallowing, over and over, in
a failing fight for breath.

- "Yes! Make her suffer!", Stella gasped from behind. "Make the
fucking cunt suffer!"

Tina easily opened the stomach from chest to cunt as she was
finger-fucked through a perfect murderous orgasm.

- "Ooohh...", she cried out in ecstatic astonishment. "Oh,
yeaahh... I'm gutting her! Aaaahhh... The bitch!!"

Stella kept fingering her friend, kissing her neck, for at least
a minute. Then, when Tina started to drift off into her own
world of stoned, post-orgasmic relaxation, Stella reached up to
release the child's straps. The body fell to the ground.

- "Mmmhhh... Is she dead?", Tina asked through mellow bliss.

The girl's eyes were open but still moving.

- "Almost...", Stella answered. "Any moment... Come on!"

Tina allowed herself to be guided over the gaping wound. Stella
started pissing first, spraying all over the dying face, and
seconds later Tina released a warm torrent straight down into the
wide-open belly. The women laughed, kissed, and pissed while the
life of a spent and perfectly anonymous child ended beneath them.

---

It was months later, on the morning after a night of celebration.
Another sexual offender had been convicted. This one had been
particularly difficult to persuade - refusing to actually touch
his girl - but in the end, they had hooked him on their own brand
of porn, and then they had encouraged him until he had caved in.

So last night had been champagne night. And now, in the morning,
they had both woken up in bed with the sort of hangovers that
merited an entire, well-deserved, day of having your cunt eaten.
For that, they had planned ahead.

After some early morning kissing and groping, they called down to
the floor, where two naked young girls had suffered through an
uncomfortable night.

The adults spread their legs and leaned back sitting, resting
lovingly against each other, while the little children crawled up
into bed and buried their mouths in thick pubic hair.

- "Mmhhh...", Tina moaned. "I really feel ok. It must be all that
water we drank before bed. I'm so glad you made me do it."

- "Me to...", Stella replied excitedly. "Oohhh... Here it
comes..."

They both started pissing, just slow enough to barely allow the
children to swallow. The women also started kissing softly, with
love, as they emptied their bladders.

Finally, Tina leaned back with a gasp of complete relief, and she
pressed her girl's head more insistently into the crotch. Stella
followed her partner's example, and the room started echoing with
grown cunts enjoying the unique delights of children's tongues.

- "Ohh... Fuck!", Stella cried in fulfilment. "What do you say we
fuck both these bitches to death, today?"

Tina smiled back through euphoria.

- "I love you...", she gasped. "Can we always celebrate like
this?"

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