Author: Daddy Walker Title: Immaculate Keywords: FF Fg FF~gg Fsolo Mg ped nc tort rape ws snuff ---------- 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?" dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2013 and since free for all use, under CC0: http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/