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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
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Raping Little Suzy (Mf, inc, nc, ped, preg)
by mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy)
NOTICE! This is very RAW stuff. Do not read, if you have a weak
stomach. Frankly, I advise you to skip to some other
story, and I'm the author. If I didn't like it, do I
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This story contains very graphic violence against a very
young child. If such things bother you (and they do me) I advise
against reading this.
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The story is based upon a line that ran through my head one
night, and I couldn't get it out. I had been reading some
material from the alt.sex.bondage group, and had been disturbed
slightly by some of the images, where people were hurting other
people, while claiming to do it out of love, where the other
person actually wanted them to do it. I wondered, if this is
really possible. I suppose so, as some people have been raised
to feel that the only attention their parents gave them, was when
they were being punished, so they came to associate pain with
love, and eventually with sex.
This led to my mind popping up with the phrase, "Daddy,
Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?"
I started wondering, if there EVER could POSSIBLY be a
reason for a full-grown man, to have to rape and thoroughly abuse
his own little 5-year-old (or younger) daughter, because he loves
her, not because he's some kind of sadistic beast. Besides the
obvious one, of someone holding a gun to his (or her) head, and
telling him to do it, or else. At first, I couldn't think of a
reason.
After a while though, I said to myself, that in a million
possible universes, and billions of years of time, there MUST be
SOME possible reason somewhere. So my brain came up with this
idea. It's science-fiction, of course.
I _HATED_ to write this, but felt compelled to finish it.
It was so bad, that I actually lost my sex-drive, while I was
working on it. I felt that badly. Hopefully, now that it's
finished, I can go back to sleeping at night. Somehow, I also
felt compelled to put this story out for others to read.
(Shudder) :-{
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FINAL WARNING!!!!! If you think the previous description is
bad; the actual story is much worse! I strongly advise you to
skip this one.
If you are still reading, then on your own head be it. You
can't say that you weren't warned.
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Raping Little Suzy.
An Erotic Story
----------------- (crossed out)
A Scary Story
"Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention.
I was sucking on the little girl's swollen titties, while my
little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick,
so it'd be ready when our daughter was.
"Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12 year old
girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell
that the child was getting aroused.
"Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?" The little girl's
voice was getting ragged, as I started licking my way down her
smooth little tummy.
This attracted my attention. I stopped licking the little
girl's navel, and used my hands to stimulate her, while I
answered.
"Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old!
Give the little girl a chance. I didn't rape you, until you were
over 6 years old, you know. Even then, I was a little bit early.
You didn't get pregnant, until you were 7, and didn't keep one,
until you were 8. Even your sister. . ." I was interrupted by
Diane, as she told her own story.
"Daddy raped me for the first time, when I was 5," she said
proudly. At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK. 5 and a
half. But I got pregnant with Jason, when I was only 6." She
looked over at me, and amended, "OK, almost 7. And Daddy raped
Ginny, for the first time, just last year. I think our
daughter's already pregnant. Anyway, she's already starting to
like it. Even she's only 6." Diane shifted her swollen belly,
to a more comfortable position, as she continued, "So what makes
you think Suzy needs it?"
"She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got
ready to mount the little girl.
"So?" I asked. "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did,
do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant? What's so
different if I did?"
"The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back, to take my
engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't? When Jason
was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her
virginity. She lost that 2 years ago, when Jason did his first
rape-training session. You remember? Suzy was the only one
small enough, and who still had her virginity then. Of course,
there's Keri, and Tracy now."
"Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words.
"You think she's already having periods?"
Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my
cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment.
"Unh! unnngh! Augghh. Oh Daddy! Daddy. Fuck me! Get me
pregnant, Daddy. I want another baby. Please Daddy! Knock me
up?"
The whole family was getting exited, watching me get ready
to impregnate my second-oldest daughter. "Do it Daddy," they all
chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen."
1
I couldn't help it. In spite of wanting it to last, so my
daughter could feel me inside her for a nice long time, the
stimulation of my daughter's 12 year old cunny squeezing on my
penis was too much. I gave my little girl what she wanted. A
belly full of baby-juice. Squirt after squirt of my sperm went
into my daughter's fertile young womb. We had planned this
carefully, and if we were careful, the little girl would be
pregnant again by tomorrow, leaving me free to take care of my
other duties.
Damn! I'd have to take care of Suzy too. If the little girl
was having periods already, I'd have to be sure she got fucked
properly, at least once a month, until she got pregnant. Oh
well, along with the pleasures of the job, come a few harsh
duties.
I extracted my shining penis from Karen's belly. My sister
came over, and handed our daughter a round rubber disk to use to
hold my sperm inside her. Carefully, not wasting a drop, they
made sure that every bit of the sperm I had expended in her,
stayed inside. When they were finished, Karen looked over at me.
"Thanks Daddy," she said, "I hope I'm pregnant now."
I agreed. It was so much trouble, when you were working to
make sure. Rarely these days, did either of us have the time or
energy to just fuck for the fun of it any more. I gave my
daughter a kiss, as I left. Already, I was trying to figure a
way to fit raping little Suzy into my schedule. I knew, that
somehow I'd make it fit. As I said, with the pleasures, came the
duties.
I knew that SOME men didn't see raping their little girls as
a chore, in fact, I'd heard some of them say they liked the sound
of children screaming in pain underneath them. To me, they were
unfeeling clods. It might be necessary, but that doesn't mean we
should like it. I finally decided that I'd have to do it
tonight. If the little girl had been having periods already. . .
I shuddered at the possibilities, if I didn't get my daughter
inseminated properly, and in time. I checked my schedule again.
No, I couldn't do it earlier. I called Karen back, and told her
to have Suzy ready at 8:00 that night. To act like it was just
another "tie-down" practice for the little girl, and for heaven's
sake, don't give her anything special tonight, as she might get
suspicious, like my sister Kelly had. I shuddered at the
reminder.
My sister Kelly had been almost 8, when she had her first
period. She thought she knew all the reason's for the "tie-
downs," as she'd watched her two little sisters get raped once a
month, for over a year. She wasn't old enough to be told the
true reason yet. When Momma made that pumpkin pie, on a "tie-
down" night, Kelly figured that it was for her, and she hid. The
precocious girl managed somehow to stay hidden for 10 days, and
by then it was too late. Daddy tried to do his best. He fucked
my little sister for three straight nights, but it didn't do any
good. I'll never forget Kelly. She only lived two more weeks,
and it wasn't nice. I can still hear her screams. What's
especially bad, is that painkillers don't help.
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The doctors tried everything, but knew in advance, that it
wouldn't help. Only if she'd been one of those lucky enough to
be living her whole life, in the sealed cities, would she have
had a chance. Even there, I hear they occasionally have a case.
Out here, the chances are 100 per cent.
I shuddered again. That wouldn't happen to Suzy. Even if I
accidentally killed the little girl, it would be better than what
happened to Kelly. Long ago, I'd made up my mind, that I would
personally choke my daughter to death, rather than see her face
what my sister Kelly did. I let another shudder go through my
frame, as I went to work.
When I told the boss, that I had to rape my daughter that
night, for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour
earlier. I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though,
as that might tip the little girl off. I didn't want any
repeats, of what happened to my little sister. I went over to my
sister's grave, and threw some flowers down on it from the
bridge. They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing
protective gear.
That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy, no
more, and no less, than I usually did. It was a strain, not
reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to. Just before
bedtime, Suzy came over, gave ME a hug, a kiss, and whispered in
my ear, "It's OK, Daddy. Really!" and trotted off, to be tied
down. My jaw dropped. Suzy knew! Somehow the little girl knew.
And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting. Tears
ran down my cheeks, as I thought of my love for the little girl.
Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I
wouldn't stint on her tonight. Suzy would get it all, even if
she was only 4 years old. I remembered Jake next door, who had
killed himself, after his little girl had died on her first
night. Shelly had been only 5, and it had been too much. His
brother had to take over the duties for the family, until Jake's
son was 14. That had been 10 years of extra duty for him. I
wouldn't do that to MY brother. If my little girl died tonight,
too torn up, then I would die too, but only inside. I'd keep
working, but I'd only be a husk. Too many people depended on me,
for me to take my own life.
For the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV,
but the news made it hard to forget. Especially, when the
commentator mentioned how the lone survivor of the Hass riots was
expected to take her own life next month, as soon as her baby was
born. Everyone knew that in spite of all the medical knowledge
at her disposal, there was nothing anyone could do to save her,
now that her last male cousin had died. The nano-engineers were
still years away from a solution to the plague.
Finally, it was time. At 20:00, I knew I had put it off
long enough. I heaved myself out of my chair, and headed down to
pick up the pill, that would enable me to do the job that I had
to do. I knew that without the bio-engineered helper-pills, I
wouldn't even be able to have an erection at the thought of what
my little girl would go through, let alone be able to rape her
properly.
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Karen was waiting for me by the door to the "safe" room.
She already had my pill, and a glass of milk to wash it down
with, in her hand. "Thanks dear," I said, as I picked up the
yellow and gold pill, and gave her a kiss. This might be the
last kiss I ever had, without guilt overpowering me.
Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in
my hand. "A FIVE?" I asked. "My God Karen. She's only 4 years
old! I only needed a three, for YOU!" I was almost crying.
Karen was crying. After all, the little girl was HER
daughter too. Still she nodded, before replying. "You love her
too much," she said. "If you go in there and can't get it
up. . ."
I gave up. My daughter knew me too well. The thought of
what would happen, if I failed, was too terrible. Not only Suzy
would die, but I would too. And along with me, any female
relatives that my brother couldn't fit into his already
overworked schedule. Ever since our father got killed in the big
fire, too far gone for even the plague-bots to save, Brian and I
hadn't had a decent vacation for three years. At least, we had
managed to save all of our immediate family, only losing one
cousin to the plague. We might have been able to save even her,
if we had known Daddy was going to die in time. I shuddered, and
took the pill from her hand.
"Remember, don't take it, until the door is shut," she
reminded me. I shuddered again, at the reminder of what might
happen if I did. I didn't want to rape the wrong woman (girl).
Not that Karen would object if I took her, but if Suzy didn't get
what she needed pretty soon. . . I nodded.
"Make sure the room is sealed," I said. This time it was
Karen's turn to nod. We all knew the drill. We'd soon be dead,
if we forgot. I entered the "safe" room.
Unusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe.
The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old
safe, as a "safe" room. Funny isn't it? One thing for sure, I'd
never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK.
Not with three-inch thick steel walls. We didn't even need
soundproofing like most "safe" rooms, as the thickness of the
walls precluded the need. I felt the pressure change, as Karen
shut the door, and the life-support system took over. There was
a final-sounding "thoom," as the big door sealed. I knew there
would be no exit now, for three hours. By which time, either
everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be
dead. It was a sobering thought. I looked over at the little
girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack. Only four years old.
She hadn't even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet. The
crying shame, was that she was so precocious in so many ways.
She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be
precocious in this manner also? I took what might be my last
sane, loving look at my little daughter, sleeping quietly in her
restraints. The blackout hood absorbed every trace of light, so
as far as Suzy knew, the room was in complete darkness. She had
obviously been sleeping for some time.
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I let my looks linger over her small body one last time.
How could a man get excited at this? Smooth boyish hips. Not
even bumps on her little chest. Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS
precocious. Her tiny little slit wasn't even tempting. She
looked almost sexless. I knew, that in a short while, my
viewpoint would change drastically.
I wanted to go over and kiss the little girl one last time,
and reassure her, but I didn't dare. Time to go. I popped the
pill in my mouth, and washed it down with milk. Then I stood,
and waited. I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed
by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its
way down my throat. The new fast-acting pills made it easier to
take. I shuddered for one last time. A Five!
Suddenly, I remembered. I had better hurry, before it was
too late. I barely managed to strip my clothes off, tossing the
last sock into the bin, when the pill (or the nano-factory
actually) hit me.
Suddenly, I was no longer scared. I was a MAN, and I knew
what needed doing, and I was going to DO it. I looked over at
the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure. GOOD! She
couldn't move, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt by
flying fists, or raking nails. (The thought, that it would be
harder to hurt HER, if she couldn't be bent out of shape, didn't
occur to me.) I went over, and sniffed at the child's crack.
The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was what I
needed. I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started
licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the
desert would go for ice-cream. The pheromones emanating from the
little-girl body almost drove me insane. (Of course, I WAS
technically insane at that moment anyway.) It was definitely the
"right-time-of-month" for the little-girl/woman. (Somewhere in
the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.)
I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the
little girl's slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet
juices, before I lost control. My slobbering must have woken
Suzy up.
"Daddy?" she asked, hesitantly.
Thank God for the pill. I was unable to answer
intelligently. I let out a loud, "Grraauuugh!" My arousal had
reached a point, where I HAD to do something. I grabbed my
engorged penis, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little
hole that I had been slobbering over. It wouldn't go.
My drugged body couldn't believe it. I tried again, pushing
harder. Surprisingly, the little girl didn't resist, and
actually pushed back! It still wouldn't go. I don't know what
would have happened, if Suzy hadn't spoken up, not in pain, or
fear, but sensibly. "Lube," she said.
Even my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this. In my
neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all
lubricated BEFORE I took the pill. Luckily, the tube was right
to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my cock, and barely as an
afterthought, on the little girl as well. This time, when I
pushed, my cock started in.
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I looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-
girl body. Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going
to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you
subtracted a foot and a half for her legs. . . My cock was going
to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt
proud, that I had such a big cock. The contrast was something.
"Aghh!" gasped Suzy, when my cock first entered her. Then
gasps and whimpers as I went deeper. Next a loud, "Ow!" as I
broke through the remnants of her hymen. Her cousin had been too
small to complete the job. I pushed in still deeper, until over
four inches had penetrated the child's body, and I was at the end
of her vagina. By this time, Suzy was crying steadily. I could
see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her
vagina, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside. I was
proud of myself. Not many men could tear a girl, just by
sticking his cock inside her. I couldn't wait, until I got it
all the way inside!
This goaty thought, was enough to make me climax for the
first time. My overexcited cock began spewing baby-juice all
over the inside of the little girl's vagina. Knowing that she
could get pregnant was an extra thrill. I imagined the little
girl's belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even
harder trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm
after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl's tiny belly.
As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little
girl's vagina squeezing on the end of my cock made me want more.
I needed more! I pushed more of my cock into my daughter's tiny
little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy
screamed! Ahhh! It felt soo good! Another 3 inches of my cock
slid into the tight sleeve. By now, it was clear up inside the
little girl's womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her.
I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in. Suzy screamed again.
Boy that felt good! Out, and In again. More screaming from
Suzy, as my cock went even farther inside. By now, 2/3 of my
cock was buried in the little girl's belly. The screaming
intensified, as I pushed in even harder. I was going to plant
the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as
I could. Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore
a little each time I pushed forward. The little girl's screams
were becoming associated in my mind, with the pleasure I was
getting from the little girl's body sliding down my cock. I had
to get the rest in! Grabbing the little girl's hips, I pushed
forward with all my might, as I pushed my cock up into the little
girl, like a man coring a pineapple. There was a final tearing
sensation, and all but the last two inches of my cock slid up
inside my tiny little daughter's torn belly. I could feel the
little girl's liver move out of the way, as the tip of my cock
forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside
her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating
her chest cavity from her stomach. I could feel the little
girl's heart beating wildly against the head of my penis, as I
forced the last two inches up into and THROUGH her diaphragm!
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Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much.
I was somewhat disappointed, when the screaming stopped, as I had
begun to associate it with the pleasure. However, the feeling of
the little girl's heart beating against the tip of my penis,
while her lungs massaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure
that I felt it was a fair exchange.
I began spewing still another load of sperm inside the
little girl. Only this time, it squirted against the little
girl's heart and lungs, from the inside.
I worked my cock in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of
the little girl's bare pussy rubbing against the base of my cock
while her whole body massaged the length of it, like a sock drawn
on over my foot.
After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me
with the same pleasure. It had felt so much better, (and
tighter) when the little girl had been screaming, and fighting
back. I still needed more release! Three times now, I had
ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl's body,
but I needed at least two more. Hurriedly, I withdrew from the
child's vagina, and forced my swollen member up the child's
defenseless anus.
Suzy would have screamed again, I'm sure, if she had still
been conscious, as my 11-inch cock slid up into her poor little
rectum. The lubrication of my sperm, and her blood made it go in
easily, and it wasn't until the last three inches went inside
her, that I tore open her intestines, and forced my penis the
rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the
same hole as before in her chest cavity. Pulling the little
girl's body on and off my engorged cock, I jacked off inside her,
enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured my
self in her. This was great. This was what a man was FOR! I
ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside
the little girl's torn body.
After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall. I
needed MORE stimulation! Removing my penis from her ravaged
behind; I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried
to insert my blood, sperm and shit-covered cock into the child's
mouth. It wouldn't go, more than an inch, before slamming
against the back of her mouth. I was frantic now. I had to get
inside her! Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood,
and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing.
They weren't designed to stand up a 200 pound man's frantic
yanking though. Intentionally so; as I would have mashed her
head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the
straps.
Yanking at the girl's head, I bent it backwards, and forced
my cock down her throat. It STILL wouldn't go far enough.
Yanking even harder, I bent the child's head backwards even
farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely
hearing the sickening "snap" of her neck. The shudders of the
girl's lower body suddenly ceased. I didn't notice. I finally
had managed to push my swollen penis down the little girl's
throat. Her gasps for air, stimulated my cock to new heights.
God it felt good!
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Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt
Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my cock down her throat, into
her windpipe! This was wonderful! The girl's body began
thrashing, as the air was cut off. The suction on my penis was
incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air. I began
spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl's lungs, as her
body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still.
For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last
sticky drops of cum flow from the end of my penis, coating the
inside of the little girl's now quiet lungs. Finally, satisfied,
I withdrew.
I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before. I had proved
my maleness on this insignificant female form. I was
magnificent. I was a MAN! I was. . . . I was. . . . I was a man
who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old
daughter.
I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the
effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of
my little girl. Blood, Shit, and sperm were everywhere, somehow
accentuating the innocence of the tiny body. Now that the pill's
effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove
the child's restraints. I did this, and then picked up the rag-
doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my
cheeks. I knew that too much time had passed to help her now. I
wondered just how I was going to explain that, to Karen.
Carefully, I wiped the little girl's face clean, trying to keep
from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that
dripped out. My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint,
"beep".
It couldn't be! I had strangled the little girl with my
cock for over 10 minutes. I knew it! Still, hoping against
hope, I looked over at the monitor. "Beep." One minute and 20
seconds. One minute and 22 seconds. 23. 24. 25. "Beep."
A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-
water. The time-dilation. I had forgotten the time-dilation!
Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a
period of months took control of my body like a robot.
"First check for arterial bleeding. If necessary tie off
the artery with whatever comes handy. Just don't tie it around
the victim's neck! (Ha ha.)"
Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all
other measures. I ignored the broken neck, that made the little
girl's head flop like a dead chicken. No sign of the heavy flow
that a broken artery would have produced. "Beep," went the
monitor. One minute 35 seconds.
"Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest." I shivered,
as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little
girl's body earlier. Still, I didn't think I had damaged her
lungs. "Beep." One minute 50 seconds.
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"Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any
fluid from the victim's lungs." I shuddered, as I remembered
just how much thick sticky cum I had ejaculated inside the
child's lungs. My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded
to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on
her back. I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously
broken arm, as I did so. Only a small amount of drool, and cum
dripped out. "Beep." Two minutes 10 seconds.
"Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask
clipped to the side of the tie-down table."
Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to
administer to a child of Suzy's size. I mentally thanked Karen
for doing her job. Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of
oxygen in the little girl's lungs, making sure the chest rose.
Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff
with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and
another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the
chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I fell into a rhythm.
As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the
other. "Beep." Two minutes 40 seconds. I breathed a sigh of
relief. Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage
occurs.
Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff
with the oxygen. Using my free left hand, I placed the patches
in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push,
on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I got the last
patch attached, and hit the "RUN" button on the heart-monitor.
"BLAAAAAT!" Hastily, I removed my hands for my daughter's body,
while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working.
"Bee..." 0 minutes 0 seconds. From the monitor. Blip, Blip,
blip-blip, blip, blip, blip. My daughter's heart was beating
again.
I was crying again; and not in the least bit ashamed, as I
watched my daughter come back to life. Already, the plague-bots
were doing their intended job, and repairing the terrible damage
that I had inflicted on her. As I watched, the tears in the skin
around her vagina slowly closed, and the skin knit back together.
I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed; as
the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me.
Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a
close relative's sperm and male-system 'bots, close to the
injury, could a child as young as Suzy's immune system be
overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and
thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the
plague. Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the
religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system.
The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm, or
disease, were astounding. The drawbacks were just as bad. A
second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses
already heaped upon his roasting soul. This time it was for his
stupidity, at missing the bug in the 'bots program that was
supposed to ensure fidelity.
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I managed to remember to hold Suzy's neck straight, while
the repair work went on, so we wouldn't have to break it again
later. After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping,
and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger,
so I laid her back on the tie-down rack, and after placing new
covers on it, I put back the restraints. Hopefully, she would
think it was all just a bad dream, when she awoke.
I watched with a heart filled with love, as the little
girl's chest rose and fell repeatedly. It would never be this
bad again. Next month, unless we were lucky and she got
pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have
to fuck her normally. (Of course, even this would be painful for
such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her vagina
would have shrunk back to its little-girl size. Even her
virginity would have been repaired.)
I thumbed the intercom, and heard my daughter's quiet sobs.
I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now
over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn't heard
from me. Thankfully, I had good news.
"Karen," I said, barely able to get the words out through my
suddenly constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come
to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, "we both made it."
I then started weeping uncontrollably, as my thumb dropped
from the button.
END
If asked by enough people, I will write up a more complete
description just of what the plague was, and it's consequences.
For now, I'm just glad to have finished this. I like women and
little girls too much to enjoy this. This was VERY painful to
write.
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OK. I was asked. This was written-up, as an answer to the
questions about the plague, and the background.
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Background, on "Raping Little Suzy":
The year is 2170. The country is starting to recover from
almost 100 years of "The plague" and the subsequent riots.
The plague, isn't really a disease organism. In the year
2070, the country had progressed in micro-manufacturing to almost
unbelievable possibilities.
There were loud outcries in the country, about the
uncontrolled experiments in "nano-robots," but the many benefits
caused the outcries to be almost unheard. Cancer had finally
been licked, by nano-'bots programmed to examine a person's DNA,
and kill those cells that didn't match to within certain
prescribed parameters. One person engaged in such research, in
fact a genius in the programming of such self-replicating
manufactured devices, saw possibilities for making what he
considered a better world. His view of a better world, that is.
Nathaniel Bhedu Jahmain, a recently converted Muslim
fanatic, saw a way to actually force the world to follow
Mohammed's beliefs (Or at least, Nathaniel's version of them) in
the almost living sub-microscopic devices he was working on.
These devices were able to carry extremely intricate programs, by
sharing the program among many such devices. This was
Nathaniel's big contribution. Before him, such devices were
limited in scope of operation to minor functions. Even some
dangerous robots developed for war had been easy to overcome,
because of the size-restraints on their programs. Once he found
a way around this limitation, Nathaniel began experimenting in
secrecy, to see if how far he could go, only showing enough to
his superiors to keep his funding alive.
He finally decided on a five-step approach, programmed into
his devices. First, and hardest, he made them self-replicating.
This wasn't as hard then, as it seems now, as the devices were
almost small enough, and sensitive enough to handle individual
atoms. Almost. Large molecules were no problem, and he built
them out of common materials, almost cell-like in appearance.
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The next step, he figured, was to enforce "chastity," or
what he perceived it to be. He wanted women to submit to their
husbands, not only willingly, but with great fervor. So, part of
the robots' program was set to check on a woman's menstrual-
cycle, and if the woman did not receive a complementary injection
of her husband's male-oriented robots, between the start of her
menstruation, and her ovulation, the robots started to dis-
assemble her from within. It was a nasty death, and the robots
were programmed to counteract any painkilling drugs once they
started, and they left the nervous system alone, leaving the poor
victim to feel each tiny increment of their death. This, he
figured would ensure *extreme* eagerness on the woman's part. No
more, "Not tonight dear, I have a headache." It was surmised,
that Nathaniel had just such a wife. Pregnancy suppressed the
menstrual-cycle check for 12 menstrual cycles after there was no
longer any fetus in the womb. If the baby terminated early
(either spontaneous, or deliberate abortion, in less than 8
months) the program started IMMEDIATELY, just as if the woman had
her period.
After menopause, the program deactivated.
The third step, also to ensure chastity, checked the
individual semen samples in the woman's vagina, against those
present last time. If the first time, then a separate program
stored the sample, instead of comparing it. If the semen samples
did not match, then BOTH the man and the woman got the
termination program. There being enough on the surface of the
male penis to signal the man's robots to start their program
also. If nothing else, while the woman would die, if she got
raped, so would the man. So would any adulterer of any kind.
The fourth step, was to try to enforce what Nathaniel
perceived to be a perfect world, where every man could have four
wives. He set the robots to have an internal counter. Every
male fertilized egg was not allowed to implant in the woman's
womb, until four female babies had been carried to term. Only
then, would one be allowed to implant, and this reset the
counter. The trouble was, that his arithmetic was TERRIBLE. If
he had set the counter to one in two, then he MIGHT have been
close to his goal. What actually happened, was that most women
never HAD more than 4 babies. Second, when they did, there was
still an even chance, that it would be female. The final result
was closer to 1 in 16, than 1 in 4. This may seem like a man's
wet dream, but it was closer to a nightmare.
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Because Nathaniel perceived himself as a savior of mankind,
he didn't release his devices, until he managed to complete step
4, which monitored the DNA of the host body, and actively
destroyed any device, cell or organism, which either didn't match
the host DNA to within very narrow limits, or match the
programming checksum built into all of his robots. This was also
the robots' defense-mechanism, to destroy any counter-robots
built. Without his large-program capability, none could match
the deviousness of his design. This also made almost any normal
method of birth-control fail, as chemicals were neutralized, and
condoms were quickly full of holes.
The fifth step was sheer genius. Somehow, when he was
designing the program to check the host DNA, he found he could
actually make his robots read the DNA program, and interpret it.
This enabled him to actually have the 'bots REPAIR the body, as
well as protect it. He decided, that this benefit should not be
free, so he used it to further ensure female submission to men.
The mechanism would only be activated, when a woman lost her
virginity. (Presumably, when she got married, as who would even
TRY to beat this system) The system was activated by a man's
semen, mixing with a woman's blood, in her vagina, and the male-
counterpart robots mixing with the female. (There were slightly
different versions for both men and women.) At this point, The
man would also be protected, so it was to his advantage to get
married also.
Of course, not being COMPLETELY stupid (Well, he WAS a
genius, even if blind in certain spots), he checked prototypes of
his creations out, before releasing them on an unsuspecting
world. The trouble really came out of WHAT he used to check them
out on. Like any self-respecting researcher, he used laboratory
white-mice. After several generations of robots, he finally got
one that seemed to produce the desired results, in the observed
mice. Not wanting to produce a race of immortal mice, his
program had a built in fail-safe, which he activated, killing all
the mice, and all the robots used in the test. It is assumed,
that there was a similar fail-safe built into the ones used for
humans, but he was torn apart by the mob, before he had a chance
to activate it. The nano-bots were self-protecting to an amazing
degree. If examined with penetrating, radiation, they self-
destructed into a completely unrecognizable mess, so it was
almost impossible to examine them. At the time of the story,
scientists had just been able to freeze some with liquid helium,
and make some cursory examinations. Previously, because of the
technological breakdown, no such studies had been possible.
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It wasn't until about a month after the first release, when
he announced his invention to the world, that the horrible
results of an otherwise minor bug in his invention's program
became apparent. His testing had ALL been with laboratory rats,
which for research purposes, are inbred to a degree unheard of,
in the real world. The bug didn't show up at first, until people
who had just gotten married, started dying, in a most horrible
manner. People who were already married, seemed to be immune.
About six months later, unmarried women started dying also. At
this point, it looked as though the human race was finished, as
only married couples were surviving, and there were no successful
new marriages.
When that news came out, was when the mob tore through the
prison gates, took the inventor out, and ripped him limb from
limb. They then proceeded to his house, and killed all of his
relatives, saying that if they weren't going to have any
children, none of his would survive. This became a worldwide
witch-hunt. Even after one hundred years, the suggestion that
someone might be distantly related to "Bad Jahmain," was enough
to start people to unthinkingly and uncaringly kill and destroy
any male relative of the accused person. People no longer killed
the female relatives, preferring them to suffer, "as they
deserved," by dying by the "plague" as it was now called.
It was only after the population of the world had been
reduced by almost 2/3, by either the plague, suspicion of the
plague, riots, malnutrition, wars, and other calamities, that a
curious pattern of survivors was observed. People (such as some
families in Arkansas) who came from highly inbred relationships,
weren't dying at the same rate, as everyone else. In fact, the
closer the relationship, the better the chance of surviving
marriage. Suddenly, the world went on a wild orgy of incest.
Surprisingly, it actually worked. The nano-bots program had
a flaw, that made them reject DNA too far out of "spec" with
their hosts, and treated it as a case of rape, or adultery. Only
a male with at least a 27% match of DNA would be acceptable to
them. Any others, would be fatal to both partners. Thankfully
for the biodiversity of the human race, there was a second bug,
that only became apparent after almost 30 years. There was a
hole in the program, which counted female births. Once a woman
had her four daughters, and actually had a male baby, for some
reason, the "chastity" program no longer worked on her. For this
reason, women who managed to have a male baby were highly prized,
and could almost name their rewards, and who they would accept as
partners. Eventually, to counteract the worlds outrage, when
several men were found to be holding 7 "male-bearers" as
concubines, against their will, laws were enacted to ensure
evener distribution. Such women were FORBIDDEN from carrying
more than 1 baby for any one man, and any man who was found to
have impregnated a woman NOT his immediate relative more than
once, had his male organ scratched, while covered with vaginal
secretions from another man's woman. The death, was NOT nice.
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After about 80 years, an unusual side-effect, of having the
'bots monitoring appeared. Because of inbreeding people who
started having sex early, as a precaution, the average age of
first menstruation, and first successful pregnancy began to drop.
Normally, this would have been self-correcting, but the nano-
'bots repair facility actually made it possible for incredibly
young girls to not only menstruate, but to actually get pregnant,
and successfully carry their babies to term. In fact, it was
EXTREMELY rare for a pregnancy to NOT go to term, and unheard of,
for the mother to not survive, no matter how young, as the nano-
'bots continually monitored the whole process, and made sure, not
only of the health of the mother, but that the DNA pattern was
properly followed, and the baby developed normally. For some
reason, there were NEVER any twin or other multiple births, any
more. At the time of the story, it was not completely unheard-of
for a child as young as 4 to have a baby, and the current world-
record, was a girl who had her first baby two months shy of her
third birthday. Both baby and mother were doing fine; and at the
time of the story, the young woman was on her fourth MALE baby,
and was hoping to compete for the world record of 5. Her
daughter (the first of 20) was already on her second male child,
at the ripe old age of 15.
The nano-'bots seemed to have a learning-program of some
kind, because they seemed to get better at taking care of people,
as the years passed. They also got harder to fool.
There was a trouble with the youth-progression though.
First, the younger the child was, when they had their first
period, the sooner they needed to be "serviced," or "raped" by a
male relative. And it really was "Rape". Children that young,
are going to be HURT, when a male, old enough to ejaculate,
forces his penis into such a small hole. Also, the injury-repair
program that was originally intended to be activated by the
breaking of a woman's hymen, seemed to need unusual measures to
be activated in children younger than 6 years old. The child's
immune-system, already bolstered by her own female-system 'bots,
actively rejected the male-system bot's that normally would re-
program hers to do their repair-work Only by giving both sets of
plague-'bots a MAJOR repair job, right at the sight of their
joining, could they be overcome. If the activation was not done
the first time, the job became progressively harder, as the
female-system bots learned to repulse the male ones until, if the
subject didn't get activated by the third time, they never would.
There was some debate, in the medical community at the time,
whether the benefits of being protected, and almost immortality
thereby, were worth the almost 15% death-rate, of those who tried
for the third time.
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In case the reader is wondering about a runaway birthrate,
the population at the time of the story was just barely
approaching 50 million again, in the United States, and there
were signs of a vastly slowing fertility rate. Some secondary
program in the nano-'bots, seemed to be kicking in. Since the
original inventor had been a rabid environmentalist, as well as a
devout Muslim, this was no surprise.
Oh yes, one final thing: "Surprise-surprise:" The effect
of the 'plague' on religion was exactly the opposite of what the
originator intended. There were now NO Moslems left in the
world. Those who survived the original pogroms, and riots either
switched religions (for health reasons), were killed in later
riots, when they were discovered, or went completely underground.
Any remnants, now embraced a religion that was far removed from
what Mohammed had originally set up, as Mecca no longer existed,
having been leveled by a 50 megaton warhead, and the required
public prayers and posturings would have gotten the poor
worshiper mobbed the moment he started. There were only 5
official copies of the Koran in the world. One in Moscow, 2 in
the Vatican, One under heavy guard in the library of congress,
and one in the Louvre in France. Anywhere else in the world, it
was a capitol offense, punished by instant on-the-spot stoning to
death, to posses a copy. Probably, all your male relatives would
be killed too, and your female relatives left to die from the
plague.
This last, actually happened, just outside the story. The
"Haas" riots, referred to, had been a case of mistaken identity.
The man, one Ira Hass, Had been a student studying the early
years of the interregnum. At that time, a Charismatic preacher
had written a vitriolic attack on Mohammed, entitled "The
fallacies of the Koran," which the young man had been reading. A
neighbor, who had just lost his 6-year old daughter to the
plague, noticed him reading a black book, with the word "Koran"
on it, and had gone insane. He had gathered up a posse of
neighbors, and had practically torn the young man limb from limb,
never giving him a chance to explain. They had then proceeded to
stone his son and younger brother to death, and killed his
father, when he returned from work, rejoicing in their
"cleansing" of their town. The only male survivor of the family,
was a cousin, who died of head-injuries about 8 months later. It
was only AFTER they had finished their "dirty work," that someone
noticed the REAL title of the book, just before they were going
to burn it.
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At first, the town tried to hush the whole thing up, but the
7 remaining women, having no reason to keep quiet, yelled the
whole story to the press. There was nothing that anyone could do
for them now, of course, and all except one committed suicide.
That one, was pregnant, and had narrowly missed being killed too.
If the mob had realized she was carrying a MALE child, she would
have been also. As it was, the only remaining member of the
family would have to wait until he was 15 or so, and hope to
attract some of the few "male-bearers" to continue his family
line. Since the whole world felt guilty about this, his chances
were probably pretty good. Certainly he would have no financial
worries.
Oh, one final thing, hinted at in the story: Once a
"termination" sequence had been activated, The 'bots attacked any
live flesh available, not just their hosts, until the host-flesh
had been completely used up for energy. Only the original host
would feed the dying 'bots, but a person could lose an arm or
leg, past the ability of plague-'bot repair, if he handled the
deceased body of someone who had recently died of the "plague."
You generally wouldn't die; just almost wish you had.
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Whooooo! That's enough writing for one night!
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