Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Smoking Kills
Keywords: Mg nc rape anal tort va ws snuff

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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

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First published 2011 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/