Author: Daddy Walker Title: Smoking Kills Keywords: Mg nc rape anal tort va ws snuff ------------- Smoking Kills The cunt-thing was trying to handle a purple, oversized bike out on the shoulder of the road when Steve first drove by and was mesmerized by the way the tiny child ass looked, rubbing a firm seat with such innocence. The 40-year-old man was on a business trip, the kind of faraway trip that could double, for him, as a hunt for unsurpassable tightness -- the only tightness able to provide his throbbing rape tool with true, desperately needed satisfaction. Now, he couldn't believe his luck, finding such a pretty-faced girl-thing with such an impeccably frail, petite, pre-pubescent body. Black and straight hair flowed down over slender shoulders; beneath a flat little child belly there was a crotch your eyes was almost magically drawn to, making you imagine a pair of smooth, hairless, milky-white pussy lips stretching apart around your veiny erection. Those virginal pleasure holes couldn't be more than 7 or 8 years old at most. ... He finally came to enjoy this perfect slice of tender, silky baby crotch -- the most luxurious pleasure in the world -- on a chilly spring morning, by a quiet, half-overgrown little lake, at the end of a small, abandoned forest track, covered in feet-high grass. The site was well-scouted after days of planning. He was a night's drive from the suburbs where he'd grabbed the crying cunt. If there had ever been a place designed to satisfy all child-rape urges, this was it. Half the night had been spent in expectation, playing with his half-erect, slime-drooling cock shaft, listening to the fresh little pleasure thing struggling in the trunk while he failed to sleep. Now, at last, the sun was coming up to witness his fulfilment, and it was time to get started. He realized there wasn't much point in hiding your hard-on out here; it excited him to let his massive organ dangle in the open as he carried his back pack to an old wooden rowing boat. The boat was in poor condition -- probably left behind by its owner -- but Steve had made sure that it would at least float. When he opened the trunk of the car he was met by tear-stained cheeks and panic-clenching eyes. The fuck's arms, legs and mouth were taped. He had stripped that slim body of undersized jeans and panties, leaving nothing but bald-crotched nakedness wrapped in pissy and wet blankets. Steve felt himself grow petrified as he uncovered a flawless cock treat. Weak girl-legs fought and wriggled when he pressed his hand into a urine-moist girl crotch, and he let out a gasp of eagerness as he watched his fingers slide all through the smooth, puffy fuck slit and the baby-fuck ass crack. The child body kept twisting as he carried it and threw it into the boat. He waded naked into cool water and pushed the boat out, jumping back in to grab the oars and to proudly show off his well-kept muscles and rigid cock as he rowed. Helpless little eyes stared back in bewildered desperation from the murky wooden bottom below. About 150 ft from the shore he dropped the oars and watched the whole eastern sky brightening up in blue. A fresh breeze of wind caressed his skin. The boat was rocking very slightly. Everything was astonishingly calm and peaceful. Inside his well-prepared backpack there was a large, water-proof zip bag, filled with two large power tools, a bottle of hors d'âge Cognac, and a 5-finger tube containing two Nicaraguan cigars. He was going for broke today... After pouring himself a drink and savoring a sip, he determined that the boat was stable enough to let the half-filled plastic cup rest on the back plank seat. Then he turned to his major attraction, the wailing fuck that protested and twisted as he managed to spread its fighting, naked thighs, and now the actual sight of an immature fuck slit in the outside light hit him, overwhelming him with a raging, unstoppable desire for violence and tears. This was simply a perfect, pristine still unfucked cunt, right here just inches from his hungry, straining erection... The sexy little child mouth screamed in despair while he wrestled the entire whore body down against the plank seat in the middle of the boat. Steve focused, with a smile of impatient excitement, on bringing small hands and feet together under the plank and quickly taping everything together. Now, the fuck's little head was hanging down, hair reaching the bottom of the boat. The young slut flesh tensed, arched, and forcibly spread its legs, giving the impression that the whole world was invited in to enjoy into this bald baby pleasure. But everything was just for him... Steve bowed down, licking, grunting, slurping, losing himself for over a minute, delirious with the intoxicating, salty, irresistibly arousing flavor of unwashed child cunt. And then he pushed himself into one last act of preparation, reaching into the bag for some baby oil, spreading cool lubricant over his erection and into the immature pussy. He sat up and finally moved his cock to the hole. His engorged head slid slowly through smooth undeveloped baby lips that opened softly, like petals of a perfect fuck flower. - "Uuhh... You think you'll like this?", he grunted out loud. "Do you want my cock? It's gonna be so good ... for me... I promise, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you little piece of whore fuck..." It exhilarated him beyond belief to sense the panic underneath. The cunt itself was in a good angle, allowing him to put his weight behind his shaft when he moved into position. As the pressure increased, the resisting joints and bones had no choice but to give in and expand around him. The fuck thing let out more agonized screams under its gag below while the entire crotch was forced to stretch out around his thickness, and he answered by shouting out in triumph and pleasure. - "Yeahhh, fuck baby!", Steve panted with pleasure. "Ahhh... You're so sexy... so fucking hot... You're so perfect around me, you slut! Do you hear me? Fuck! You're beautiful!" The tightness was almost crushing, but the slippery oil did what it was supposed to do, and there wasn't much resistance to going deeper. He started thrusting. Tears poured out of the pain-shut young eyes, but suddenly not a sound was produced, maybe because the sensation of your clenched-up baby-clam breaking was simply too overpowering. He put everything he had into a shove, pressing himself deep into a shallow fuck-well's bottom. He grunted in unconstrained satisfaction while a high-pitched voice broke in loud suffering beneath him. - "Ohh, fuuuck!!",he shouted back. "Uuhhh... Take the cock, you whore fuck! Take it in your tiny little cunt! Unnnhh... It's so good... Take it!" They were soon in full-force rape pounding. He mangled the warm little body under his weight, and he put his mouth over the frightened child's in a perverse kiss, licking around the tape with salivating grunts while he stretched and pounded the bottom inside the miniature fuck cave. The slut doll kept screaming under its gag. Still, he wondered if even such a pure little creature didn't, somewhere inside, really understand the beauty of their shared experience... Steve didn't last more than a minute before he roared and his cock tensed up and pumped its sperm uncontrollably into the sweet innocence of an absolutely ungrown womb. - "Oh fuck... Fuuck... Fuuck...", he kept gasping. "That sexy cunt... Aahhh... Fuuuck..." When he pulled out, the immature orifice had been stretched and distended, maybe even ruined for good. A white river of left-over cum came pouring back out, dripping down on the bottom of the boat. The time had come to break out the cigars... He opened up the tube, and soon he was puffing with a smile of contentment, sipping from his perfectly matched beverage. The spread-legged child body by his side was shivering in quiet shock against the plank. His cock was messy, and so was the rape slit, glistening in the sun. Morning kept on coming, and Steve was planning on doing the same. He lowered his head down between the slender legs, close to the still gaping cunt. Sperm had trickled down the perfectly smooth asscheeks. He pressed the smoldering tip of the cigar into the clit and puffed with delighted excitement, and the fuck's harrowing scream made him laugh in triumph. - "Hah... Do you like my cigar, baby?", he asked around the asscheeks. "It's expensive..." For a few moments, he kept grinding the red glow hard into the slippery, pink fuck flesh, and he pressed the tied-up, struggling limbs down against the plank while he sucked the cigar, burning away the little knob of womanhood completely. Then, he started moving the cigar, keeping the glow as intense as possible, tracing it down slowly, and he laughed some more at the heartwrenching screams, which just kept coming as those undeveloped fuck lips sizzled and seared. Finally, the tip of his cigar slipped into the raped-out hole, still open enough that he could sink the glow about an inch in, which allowed him to suck smoke-mixed pussy fumes into his mouth, savoring a new, unique bouquet. The experience was as rewarding as it was rare, completed by a series of young, high-pitched, exotic yelps, which probably failed to express the true horror of having your delicate fuck cave scorched from the inside. Steve's shaft was rock hard again in his hand, pumping with enthusiasm. The time had come to turn this hole over and venture towards untouched treasures. He cut the body loose with a knife from the bag but kept the hands and feet taped. His movements caused rocking of the boat, which ended him up balancing with his erection pressed against the tiny fuck-child body, also pulled to its feet. As he stood there, the hand holding the cigar had come to rest next to a pink, soft, little nipple, and now he grunted with new, wicked arousal. - "This could also hurt a bit...", he whispered with sudden excitement into a helpless ear. His massive organ twitched against soft child skin. The little rape body tensed up in fear but couldn't move. Then, the cigar burned its way into the bud on the flat chest, and the defenseless whore thing screamed through its gag while weak muscles massaged his messy shaft through absolute perfection. After breathing some life back into the cigar, he brought it to the other nipple. This time, he put the cigar out completely in the roasting baby breast while the last of the slut voice was being cried away. Steve was experiencing satisfaction on a level most people had only dreamt of... The muscular man clenched his fist and pulled back for a swing, and he looked into a pair of child eyes and saw panic. From that day on, he would always remember the strength he felt just as he punched the bitch. His cock twitched in a pleasurable reaction just when he buried his fist into the weak, little stomach, and Steve almost came into thin air as he watched that body double up over his arm before falling to the bottom of the boat. He got to watch a rape child in convulsions, fighting in pain for breath, while he quickly cut the tape around those ankles. Then he simply lifted the body and put it belly-down over the plank in the middle of the boat. It was part of Steve's plan that the toy would spend the short rest of its life with that tight little ass in the air for him, and this was where a nail gun in his bag came into play. He took the power tool out, feeling a reassuring weight in his hand. Soon, he had a small palm against the wood of the boat, and he squeezed the trigger of the gun with a loud bang. The head of the nail dug down deep, making the little fingers sprawl without control, and the baby fuck mouth managed to squeak weakly, but Steve simply moved on, attaching the other hand to the opposite side of the hull. Then he climbed back, stretching the legs out, pressing the feet down, and nailing the soles to the boards through each foot arc. Now his naked fuck was stretched out and exposed over half the boat. With his tongue stuck out in unbridled ecstasy, he slid a hand down the smooth buttcrack and groaned in anticipation as his finger found the tightly clenched, wonderful little child anus. There were throaty noises of reluctance and protest from the mouth of the tasty rape thing. Steve wanted to make everything he could of this moment... He started jerking off while he poured himself more Congac and lit up a new cigar. He trembled with excitement as he brought the burning cigar tip toward the trembling child sphincter, and there came whimpers of anxiety when the fuck hole sensed the familiar, radiating heat. He simply caressed the glow into the puckered ass ring, and the bitch cried and started to singe. Then, he traced the glow around the opening, watching the anus open up from the pain, which gave him an opportunity to press a finger in, followed by another, probing the moist insides of a perfectly resisting baby rectum... - "I think it's time for a toast!", he proclaimed. "To rare pleasures..." Still laughing, he put the Cognac against the asshole, which he pried open with his fingers, and he tipped, watching the liquid flow into the intestines. The slut fuck tried to scream again with a worn-out voice, and the reddened anus cramped around his fingers. The sphincter opened up completely on its own, and he saw irritated bowel walls contracting inside, trying without success to expel the unwelcome content. A hasty decision told him this was the perfect time... He put his cock head against the beautiful, softly curved girl-ass. He watched the soft hole to kiss his tip, and he sank inside. The slut-sphincter was palpating in pain, and now it was forced to embrace new punishment... An inch deep, he became aware of a hint of burning alcohol, pooling against her sensitive anal walls, and the sting made him hold back the delivering thrust. Something had to be done... After some thinking, he found his bladder offering him an unexpected -- fortunate -- option. There was a quiet moment of relaxation, a deep breath, and then he managed to start pissing into his tight little fuck-ass. He used this opportunity to release all pressure out of his bladder, letting the stream go on for 10 or 20 seconds. The flowing cock sank deeper into the hole, and there came deep, angst-ridden groans from the bitch-fuck. Soon, Steve could feel how the colon was definitely being overfilled with warm liquid. - "You're so perfect...", he whispered encouragingly around the cigar still in his mouth. "Uhhh... You're gonna make me feel so good, aren't you? You fucking whore... You're gonna love my hard cock all the way up your belly, right? You sexy fucking bitch..." He forced himself in through wet friction. A little pressure-spray of urine burst back out around his shaft. He could see the tormented child face perfectly, from the side, as well as the now dripping root of the organ sticking in between small ass orbs, which were deformed by his thickness as they squeezed him. He grabbed the long hair on the head and pulled, gearing up for a harder thrust. It was time to give this undeveloped body everything it could take. - "Now it's time...", he whispered contently, again into the ear. "I'm going to enjoy this so much you fucking bitch! Fuck you!!" Through mounting frenzy, he used all the force he could muster to plow deeper, feeling deep guts straighten out around the length of his shaft. The child fuck let out animal-like groans of unbearable suffering now. With his cock finally in to the hilt, he looked down at the slender back, wondering how far up he really was. It was a short girl-fuck... He had to be pushing all the way through its little belly by now, right? Either way, he could pull out and drive himself all the way back in. Aching fuck-sounds beneath intensified during the long strokes into the stomach. - "Mmmhh, that's right!", he moaned. "Cry you fuck! Take it in the ass! Fucking take it, you stupid fucking whore!" The big man got up on his arms, leaning on the weak girl-shoulders, looking down at the wide-opened sphincter. His pubic hair mashed into the little asscheeks over and over, crushing the warm, tight body between him and the plank. - "Aahhhh!!", he screamed at the brink of orgasm. "It's so hot! Your sexy ass is so fucking tight!! I fucking love raping a little girl ass so fucking much!! I'm coming!! Uunnhhh, I'm fucking coming!! Take it, you assfucking bitch!!" He slammed down one last time, as deep in as he could go, and then his cock tensed up and started pumping out its first load in this fresh, wide-stretched hole. Everything turned quiet. The boat was rocking after their intensely satisfying fuck. Sunlight was glittering in the waves. Once again, he was filled with the calm that came from having your balls freshly emptied into a helpless, perfectly tight and ungrown little body. He looked down at the pretty child. Nothing remained but a spent sperm rag, and it was really getting about time to finish this one off. He had imagined his last step in some detail, spending days planning while jerking off. With his cock still in the ass, Steve paused to fill his mouth with a last puff of smoke. - "Ok...", he snickered to the rape fuck. "I'm actually going to give you quite an expensive cigar now. It's a chance to enjoy something truly special... something most people never get the chance to taste. Huhh... you might even appreciate it, who knows?" He took the tape from the bag and tore himself a couple of large strips, which he attached around the wrapper of the cigar. Then, he ripped the taped-up mouth open and forced the jaws apart. The fuck managed to get out a quick, croaking shout while the arms made a few last desperate pulls at the nails in the boat. He stopped to make sure everything was in place, and he re-sealed the mouth and kept applying tape until the child-fuck had no source of air but through the cigar, stuck right there in the middle. Now, there was nothing to do but wait. The roll of tobacco was glowing quietly between the young lips. He caressed the delicious, slender body, and there came enjoyable cramps of pain from the young stomach around his cock, which still seemed reasonably hard in there. Steve saw the tip glow brightly when the little mouth inhaled for the first time. Half a second later, all his efforts were rewarded. The lean body cramped up in coughing, squeezing him in a way no man had ever been squeezed before. He had done a thorough job with the tape, and the cigar stayed in place. Every cough caused inhalation, leading to a new series of even stronger attacks, giving him an amazing experience. The young stomach muscles fought in escalating cramps, massaging him, pumping him to stronger and stronger delights. The baby face was flustered, streaming with tears as the entire body shook and trembled. The feet and hands were pulling ineffectively on the nails. Steve didn't fuck the ass. He didn't have to. He just watched his shaft sticking in almost all the way to the root, while the ass did everything it could to milk him. - "That's it, baby...", he encouraged his perfect fuck hole. "Fight it! Suck that cigar! You're such a good cock whore... You know that?" He actually started to feel close to another orgasm already. Showers of old piss kept squirting out from the asshole, which was squeezing his cock visibly, over and over. The rape fuck had also lost control of its own bladder, sprinkling baby urine from all over the crotch. - "Yeaahh!! Keep fighting, bitch!", he snorted. "You're making me come again, you fuck!" Steve caressed the spine of the tensed-up, hunching child-body while he fought to prolong his pleasure. It seemed the girl-fuck was in its death throes already. They were spectacular -- so violent that it amazed him the slender arms weren't ripped out of their sockets. Through cramp after cramp, the little baby ass fart-sucked and piss-pumped his straining, dripping pleasure shaft. Finally he came, simply moaning in bliss as he emptied his last load of sperm in this used-up cum toy. When it was done, he leaned forward to stroke the hair with curiosity. The fuck didn't notice. Its shakes were weakening now, and it had almost stopped coughing. - "It's all right...", he said soothingly. "You made me orgasm again. I loved it... You can die now..." The fulfilled man pressed his mouth into an ear, to give this cunt a last reminder of what cunts were for. - "Didn't you hear?", he whispered. "I want you to die now... Come on, fuck! Die... Die on my cock!" It didn't take to much longer before the little body slumped down, drained from energy. It relaxed and gave up completely. He waited until he was sure it had stopped breathing before he pulled out and got up. Looking down, he decided it could keep the unfinished cigar to the grave. He pissed on the corpse. Then he made sure everything was properly packed and took out a drill. Making a hole in the boat was quick, and it surprised him how fast the water came flowing. He had to hurry up to get the drill into a zip bag and leave the boat. Still naked, he put the backpack on and slid into the water to swim away. Behind him, the boat sank into cold darkness. He was about to drive home to his oblivious wife and fuck her like never before. And when he came into her unknowing cunt, he would be thinking about a beautiful, rape-killed child, filled with his sperm, on the bottom of a lake. And that thought would keep him hard, until next time. dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2011 and since free for use under the CC0 licence http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/