QUEZON CITY REVISITED

Feature Writer: Amandablonde

Feature Title: Quezon City Revisited

Published: 25.07.2021

Story Codes: Pedo Rape, Gang Rape, Snuff

Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy.

Quezon City Revisited

Prologue

It was so long ago. I am middle aged now and I was a fourteen year old teenager then. But that trip to Quezon City in the Philippines all those years ago marked me and made me. I went with my dad. He had been molesting me for over a decade, since my mom died, and he had been raping me for a year. We had become inseparable. I adored him. I had learned how to pleasure him and to be his little rape slut. I loved kneeling between his legs and sucking on his cock as he watched a child rape movie. I had learned to enjoy watching the violent child porn he collected. I had my first orgasm as he masturbated me while I watched a six year old kid being gang raped on screen.

I longed for each new rape. I had even agreed to be his accomplice, and to help him abduct and rape young girls like me, mostly from our local area. But it was dangerous. Even I understood that. So I was excited when my dad told me that there were easy pickings in South East Asia and he was in contact with a rich woman in the Philippines.

She was apparently a big player in the under group porn business and Dad was negotiating to buy a girl from her. We would use the girl in the most violent ways we could imagine and end up snuffing her, while her film crew filmed our every move. It was kind of like a reality TV show. We got to use the girl and she got the movie. It seemed like a sweet deal and it was. I remember each moment as if it was yesterday. I want to tell you all about it.

Day 1

The flight to Manila seemed to take for ever. I got bored and was pleased when we finally landed. Things looked up from then on. We were collected by a chauffeur driven limo and taken out of Manila to Quezon City, a ritzy area and the seat of government. Finally we drew up out front of a gated mansion, in sprawling grounds. A security guard recognized the car and the gates rolled open. We drove up a gravel drive past manicured lawns, with gardeners working in the grounds to keep everything perfect.

As we drew up out front of the mansion a doorman opened the car door and ushered us inside. The place was amazing, dripping in marble and teak. Expensive art lined the walls and statues abounded. We were shown into a waiting room. In a few minutes the door opened and a very elegant Filipino lady swept in, dressed in flowing silk robes. She looked in her thirties, with deep silky black hair and deep dark eyes. She smiled at us and shook dad’s hand, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek, running her hands through my blonde hair.

“So beautiful!” she enthused.

The woman was named Emelda. She led us through the house to the private living quarters to her office. I could not take my eyes off the huge blown up photograph on the wall facing her desk, of a naked preteen girl being held spreadeagled by four naked men while a fifth raped her bald pussy. Emelda saw me staring at it and smiled.

“Like it?” she asked in a matter of fact way.

“Yes I love it!” I enthused, and my dad caressed my ass with a big hand, explaining how I helped him in his activities.

“Excellent!” responded Emelda, with an evil glint in her eyes. “I like to see girls take on their proper role as early as possible in life. You are raising your daughter well, Mr MacDonald.”

“Call me Donald.”

“Of course Donald, now lets get down to business shall we?”

Emelda explained how she was the largest pornography producer in South East Asia and specialized in child and rape porn. Her customers were calling for ever more sadistic and violent films, with ever younger victims. There was a special demand for interracial movies, and Emelda had been attracted to the idea of a European father and daughter raping an Asian child together. She would supply the girl, the location and the film crew. We could do whatever we wanted to her for a week. We would not be paid but Emelda would provide for all our needs. Later, Emelda would turn the week’s raw footage into an hour long child rape movie. All dad wanted was to rape very young girls and that was fine with me too. The experience was what it was all about, not money.

Emelda showed us a portfolio of girls who were available for the movie. We saw each one’s picture and personal details. Dad and I both agreed on our selection once we saw her. A mixed race girl, half Filipino and half black. Emelda explained that her mother had been raped by a black American soldier and she was being raised by nuns as an orphan. The nuns would be paid well to release her for the project. This was perfect. A child of rape being raped by my dad and me. Just perfect! I asked her age.

“Just turned seven,” responded Emelda with a smile.

“She is completely innocent. A charming child. An excellent choice!”

Now, with the business done Emelda suggested that we relax with her in her private rooms. Her bedroom was circular with screens surrounding a circular bed. As we entered the screens came to life, each one depicting violent child pornography. Emelda slowly stripped naked and invited us to do the same. Soon the three of us were naked and making out on the bed, the screams of the brutalized children sharpening our desire. We had before us a night of undiluted perverted pleasure with this evil and fascinating woman! Despite our tiredness, we spend many hours sucking and fucking that night, as the sights and sounds of child rape hung in the air all around us. Finally we drifted into a deep sleep in each others’ arms.

Day 2

Her name was Precious. She was delivered by the nuns from the orphanage as we were having breakfast. She was a gorgeous child with curly black locks, dark olive complexion and almond shaped eyes. She was dressed in a red baby doll skirt and white top, with white socks and black patent shoes. A simple golden cross on a slim chain hung around her neck. She had been told by the nuns that dad and I were going to adopt her and she was super excited as she was introduced to us.

Emelda was on hand to escort us all down into the basement where her film studio was. There she had a whole house set up for filming with fixed cameras set into all the walls. One room had been set up a a little girl’s room, all in pink and lace bedclothes. Pink toy ponies decorated the bed. Precious was enchanted and immediately began to play with the toys. Emelda smiled a conspiratorial smile at dad and me and we grinned back. The nuns had departed with their beg full of cash, and we set down to spend some quality time playing with Precious.

As we were playing Emelda’s film crew arrived. She introduced them to dad and me and they set their cameras to record the happy family scene. It was meant to be a time period of several weeks but it was truncated in the filming to a period of hours only. We were filmed playing games with Precious and hugging and kissing her. Later we took her upstairs to the swimming pool and they filmed us playing silly games with Precious in the water. She was completely relaxed and happy. I don’t recall a child ever appearing so happy. Suddenly she had a whole new family. The crew got hours of footage to use and as the sun sank we went inside.

Emelda had her staff cook up dinner for us all and we tucked in. She slipped a mild sedative in Precious’ drink and she was soon nodding off. Dad carried her into her bedroom in the basement and I pretended to read her a story as the cameras rolled. Soon she was fast asleep and she would remain that way for hours. We all took the opportunity to rest up for some hours as well. We all arranged to meet up at midnight in Precious’ bedroom where her first rape would take place. I could tell that dad was excited thinking about it and so was I.

Even Emelda and the film crew had bright shining lights in their eyes as they contemplated what was to come. As my final shot in the evening’s filming I slipped off the golden chain and cross from around Precious’ neck and substituted a five pointed star on a similar golden chain. The cameras took a close up of this satanic symbol and then the crew packed up to wait until midnight. I knew it would be hard to sleep but it was going to be a long night and we needed to conserve our energy.

At midnight one of the film crew woke me, shaking my shoulder gently. I was naked in bed with dad and had been sleeping with my hand around his cock. The cameraman asked if he could film me and I nodded okay. So he filmed me slowly stroking my dad’s cock to wake him. He stirred as his cock grew in my hands, and then he stretched and growled in pleasure.

I whispered to him that it was time to rape Precious and he was suddenly alert, his cock growing almost instantaneously rock hard. I lent forward and planted a kiss on the bulbous head as the camera rolled. He filmed us moving from the bedroom of the mock home to the lounge room with Precious’ room beyond that. Emelda was there, her face a mask of evil lust. She passed me a jar of coconut butter and I smeared it liberally over dad’s cock.

I knew what this was for. We didn’t want to kill Precious on her first rape and the coconut butter would be a good lubricant. The cameramen were now assembled and they filmed me anointing my dad’s cock while he stood naked and proud with his cock standing to attention. Then, on a silent signal from Emelda we crept into Precious’ bedroom. She was fast asleep. The cameramen took up position on either side of the bed. Dad stood at the foot of the bed and I was ready and waiting at the head. Emelda watched from the doorway, her chest heaving with excitement.

Softly she said …. ”And Action!”

I took hold of the bedclothes and pulled down hard, pulling the bedclothes off the sleeping figure of Precious. She awoke with a start, uncomprehending.

“Whaaaa?” was all she could say, as she still was coming out of sleep.

In an instant I was astride her, sitting on her hips and tearing off her nightgown. She screamed and started to struggle against me. Her arms and legs flailed as I tore through the flimsy material with my bare hands, laughing with delight. The child’s screams were like a tonic for me. I was in my element now. In a few more moments I had torn the last shreds of material away from Precious’ body. I shimmied in behind her at the head of the bed and grabbed hold of her arms. I was facing down the bed towards my dad, so I could watch him rape her. Precious was entirely naked now, her pink puffy cunt an invitation to his huge, twitching cock, glistening with coconut butter.

Dad forced Precious’ legs apart with ease. I slapped her face hard three times just to make sure and then held her wrists in my vice like grip. The cameras panned in for close ups of our three faces, mine shining with anticipation, dad’s contorted with lust and Precious’ face filled with absolute terror. Then the cameras took close ups of Precious’ bald cunt lips and my dad’s throbbing cock. He lined his cock up with her cunt and then with a snarl he began to force his way inside her. Precious shrieked and struggled frantically but I held her tight and urged my dad on.

“Go dad go! Rape her dad! Tear her open! Fuck yeah rape her RAPE HER!”

And he did. It was fantastic! Dad slowly but surely forced his lubricated cock inside Precious’ immature cunt, tearing her open. I could see blood trickling down her thighs, but whether it was from her vaginal walls or just her hymen I couldn’t tell. The important thing was that she was screaming and struggling nicely for the cameras and the guys were getting some great shots. Meanwhile silhouetted in the doorway I could see Emelda with a hand down her silk pajamas, slowly masturbating as she watched. I smiled and winked at her and she smiled back, slowing nodding her head and licking her lips.

Inch by inch dad slowly forced his cock nearly all the way inside Precious as she thrashed and screamed. Finally he could go no further. His cock was hard up against her immature cervix. He put his big hands around Precious’ hips for purchase and withdrew half way, before ramming forward hard. Precious shrieked and struggled desperately. Dad laughed in pleasure and repeated the action again and again, pulling out part way and then ramming forward hard. Two cameras closed in for ultra close ups of his cock as it slowly moved back and then viciously rammed forward. Two more took close ups of dad’s and Precious’ faces. The fixed cameras in the walls and ceiling captured the whole depraved scene.

Dad began picking up speed now, raping Precious with furious thrusts. His cock was moving easier now, thanks to the lubrication of the coconut butter and the blood. I needed to cum and I shifted my body, bringing my own shaved bald cunt down on Precious’ face. As dad pistoned into her harder and faster I ground my pussy into her face. My head was close to dad’s now, and I looked into his blue eyes, filled with a combination of lust and hatred for the child. Dad grinned at me and urged me on as we both rode the bucking body of the child.

I could feel my orgasm coming. It built and built as dad tore in and out of her abused cunt in a frenzy. Finally the dam wall broke and I came, my whole body quivering and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure swept over me. The cameras caught every delicious moment. Watching me cum as he raped Precious brought dad over the edge too. He roared like a lion as he pulled out suddenly and stroked his cock a few times, shooting ropes of cum all over the child’s flat chest and belly. I lent forward and scooped up some in my fingers, then licked the cum off them as small orgasms still wracked my body.

“And cut!” shouted Emelda in triumph.

She moved into the room and gave each member of her crew a high five. Then she crawled onto the bed with the three of us, ignoring Precious but French kissing dad deeply. Her hands roamed over his cock and balls, caressing them as she continued to kiss him.

Finally she turned and kissed me full on the lips, before whispering to me.

“That was wonderful! You and your dad were fantastic. Let’s take a short break and we can film you two dragging Precious into the dungeon.”

“Dungeon?” I thought, “This is sounding better and better!

Emelda climbed off the bed and beckoned us into the lounge set, pointing to large wooden doors at the end. She walked slowly to them, swaying her hips as she went. Then with a flourish she swung them open, to reveal a new set: a fully equipped dungeon. Dad punched the air with delight and I clapped my hands in excitement. We returned to Precious’ bedroom and as the cameras rolled again I dragged her screaming by the hair through the lounge set and into the dungeon. Dad chained her slumped body to a steel upright and kicked her hard in the guts, winding her.

“We are going to have a drink and a fuck and a sleep little slut, but in the morning we are coming back to work you over good!”

It was a very theatrical speech and we all applauded. That was a wrap for the night. Emelda slipped out of her silk pyjamas and rubbed her body up against my dad.

“I really am itching to fuck a child rapist tonight Donald. Do you think you could oblige?”

By way of reply he swept her up in his arms and carried her off to her chamber of child porn. I looked at the film crew. They were moving in on me. I knew that they were going to gang fuck me for the rest of the night right here on the set but that was fine by me. There would be plenty of time in the morning to return our attentions to Precious!

Day 3

I got little sleep that night. The men from the film crew kept me busy for hours. I had all my holes stuffed full of hard cocks and the cum I couldn’t swallow was smeared all over my cute young teen body. I dozed for a few hours entwined with the naked bodies of the men. It was daylight when my dad and Emelda came to wake us. They arrived hand in hand and still naked. They had obviously enjoyed their own night of sucking and fucking in Emelda’s chamber of child porn. But now after we had cleaned ourselves up and eaten it was time for a new day with Precious. She had not had such a good night. She had soiled herself during the night and looked a mess, still chained to the steel upright in the dungeon where dad had left her. One of the maids from the house upstairs was tasked to clean her up and feed her some gruel while we ate.

It was late morning by the time we were ready to resume filming. Dad unchained Precious as she whimpered on the ground and carried her to the center of the dungeon as the cameramen set up their gear. Here, as elsewhere in the sets, cameras set into the walls and ceiling captured the long shots so the cameramen could concentrate on the close ups.

Dad placed Precious on a hanging cradle of chains, securing her arms and legs. She was splayed wide open in a spreadeagled pose. Dad used a pulley to adjust the height to just perfect waist high fucking height. Precious’ head was unsupported and hung down. Her abused pink bald pussy was front and center of the action at the other end of the device. I attached some clamps to her pussy lips and pulled them open, revealing her moist inner baby cunt. She mewled in fright as I manipulated her sex organs, and tried to raise her head to see what was happening. The effort was to great and her head swung back down again.

I selected a studded golden strap on dildo, decorated with the same five pointed satanic star as decorated Precious’ neck. I posed for the cameras with the dildo on and then moved between Precious’ legs, watching dad for the right moment. I did not have long to wait. As the cameras rolled he grabbed Precious’ head in both hands and shoved his cock hard down her throat. She gurgled and struggled.

“UUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!” But she was helpless. I

t was possible to watch the movement of dad’s cock up and down her throat as she hung on her back with her head hanging down. The cameras caught the moving outline of dad’s cock through her skin. Now it was my turn to turn on. I grasped Precious by the hips and thrust forward with my strap on dildo, ripping into her damaged cunt and tearing it up further. She screamed and struggled in her chains as I rammed into her harder and harder. The cameras moved in for ultra close up shots.

The dildo was fitted with an electric butterfly in the belt to stimulate my clit as I raped Precious. I activated it and felt a rush of pleasure as the device began to work its magic on me. I was only a child’s body length away from dad as he raped her throat and I took her cunt. We locked eyes, staring into the darkness of each other’s souls. Oh yes, I knew I was my father’s daughter in mind and body!

I worked to time my thrusts with dad’s as we both slowly approached out climaxes, savoring our use of this innocent child, feeding our lust on her innocence. We lasted a full five minutes like this, thrusting back and forth, but we could not hold back forever. Dad threw back his head and roared like a bull as he began to pump his semen down Precious’ throat. That coaxed me to my own climax.

I moved the butterfly mechanism to maximum power and allowed it to sweep me into the warm waters of perverted lust, my body twitching and shuddering as my rolling orgasm wracked me for several minutes. It was wonderful and Emelda, watching from the sidelines, applauded enthusiastically as the scene finished and she called “cut!”

It was lunchtime then and we were all ravenous. We left Precious hanging with dad’s cum drooling out of her slack mouth as we down a few beers and ate some sliders. We discussed with the crew and Emelda what we should do next. Emelda suggested it would be good to have a scene of dad fucking me in front of a big screen showing a child rape movie as we fucked. We all agreed that that would be a hot scene. Then one of the cameramen suggested that we tie Precious to a chair in front of the screen and force her to cum while she watched the child rape movie. We could immediately see the appeal of that.

I spoke up next, “Well, why don’t we do both together?”

“Why not indeed!” enthused Emelda.

So it was agreed. We would shoot that scene right after lunch.

It took a while to set up for the shoot. The crew brought in a large screen and a projector and speaker for the movie broadcast. Then they placed a wooden torture chair right in front of the screen. The chair was fitted with leather restraints and a mean looking head clamp at the top. Once that was done the crew had to build a fucking station for me and dad. They worked out a brilliant solution. They constructed a set of stairs at the back of the torture chair and an open metal frame above it. Into that frame they fitted a clear plastic mattress. This would enable dad and me to lie above Precious and to watch her and the movie as we fucked. Lastly, the crew positioned their cameras for the best angles. Finally all was ready.

The cameras rolled as dad, naked once again, dragged Precious, also nude, into view. She had recovered some of her strength and was fighting, attempting to kick and bite him. He slapped her hard several times and when she still resisted he punched her in the abdomen, winding and silencing her. She slumped down into the torture chair.

Quickly, dad bound her arms and legs to the chair, using the leather straps. Then he positioned her head in the steel clamp and tightened it, making her look ahead at the screen. To stop Precious closing her eyes, Emelda handed dad a pair of eye clamps to hold her eyes open. Emelda was on hand with eye drops to keep her eyes moist. Finally and most importantly, dad fitted a large vibrator into the chair and forced it hard up against Precious’ clit. Dad turned it on and it started a soft buzzing. Precious flinched at the feeling it gave her.

Once Precious was in position the movie began and dad and I, also now naked, climbed up onto the mattress where we lay face down watching Precious and the screen. The title of the movie came up — Family Horror — the movie showed a woman and a man in bed. They are petting. The bedroom door opens and a child quite a bit younger than Precious comes in holding a doll. She says she cannot sleep and the mother invites her into their bed. Once the child is in the bed the mother pulls back the covers and holds the child down at the shoulders. She leers at the man and invites him to rape the child. The man climbs on top of the child and rubs his cock over her face and body. The mother watches in mounting excitement.

At this point dad began to rub my clit and I stroked his cock. Precious was making strange mewling noises as the vibrator worked on her love button. The child in the movie struggles as the man starts to force his cock into her mouth. The man lays back on the bed, pulling the child on top of him by the head. She continues to struggle and the woman reaches under the bed, retrieving a cane. She begins to beat the child with the cane until she begins to suck the man’s cock. I shimmy down dad’s body to suck his cock as we watch. Precious was moaning softly now, her body moving slightly in its bonds. Her body began to betray her.

After the child had been sucking the man’s cock for some minutes the mother stopped caning her and pulled the child onto her lap, spreading her legs wide. The woman begged the man to rape the child as she held her. The man moved silently between the child’s legs and began forcing his cock into her impossibly tight cunt. The child screamed and struggled in her mother’s arms. I was lying on my belly now with my ass up and legs spread. Dad was on top of me pushing his hard cock into me from behind as we both watched the movie and Precious.

Things were approaching a climax. The man in the movie was grinding his cock fiercely now into the child. The child screamed and struggled in her mother’s arms. The mother urged the man on. He put his big hands around the child’s throat, throttling her as he approached his orgasm. The child struggled desperately in her mother’s grasp as the woman began to cum herself, moaning and bucking. The man shot his load into the abused cunt of the child as he strangled the life from her.

This was really turning me and dad on. He pounded into me from behind, his mouth next to my ear, hissing perversions. My pussy muscles massaged his rampaging cock. I was breathless with excitement. I knew we would cum together. His seed spurted into me as I clenched my pussy muscles, milking the last drop from his cock. That is when I came too.

Precious was also playing her part. Despite all of her resistance the dildo was bringing her to her first orgasm as the man on screen raped and strangled the child. Precious did not know what was happening. She shrieked and gasped, twitching in her bonds as the climax overtook her.

“And cut!” Shouted Emelda in triumph as the crew applauded wildly.

The movie concluded and fell silent. The room was filled with our heavy breathing as we all came down from our climax.

Day 4

We all slept well that night. Well, all of us except Precious. The truth is that we were exhausted after days and nights of constant sex and arousal. So we went to bed early and got up late the next morning. The crew, however, had been busy during the night. Precious had been bound spreadeagled to a Saint Andrew’s cross laying on the floor.

She was gagged so she could not cry out and her head was clamped in position in the restraint taken from the torture chair. The crew rigged a cathode ray screen above her connected to a series of child rape movies copied onto video and playing from a machine which was state of the art for the time. The video tape was set up as a two hour continuous loop which played over and over.

They inserted a vibrating dildo into her cunt, connected to a wall socket so that it would never run flat. It was set to the maximum power and during the night it brought Precious to countless orgasms as she unwillingly watched the procession of child rape movies. When they checked on her in the morning she was unconscious. She was let lie for a few hours and then given stimulants, food and drink to liven her up some. Her eyes had lost their sparkle. She knew she was on the road to Hell and there was nothing that she could do about it. By midday we reckoned that it was time for some more action. Today would be K9 day!

The crew had found a bamboo arched frame in the dungeon which would be perfect for our purposes. It was quite strong and rigid and they bolted it to steel fixtures in the concrete floor. The angle of the frame was ideal. Once the frame was in position the cameras rolled and Precious was dragged into the room. She was sullen and silent, wondering no doubt what we had in store for her this day. She did not have long to wait to find out.

The crew threw Precious face down onto the frame so that her head hung down and her body was arched over the frame with her ass near the highest point. They tied her arms and legs to the lower sections of the frame, making sure that her legs were splayed open and that her cunt was proudly displayed at the highest point of the frame. Then the crew stood back, satisfied with their work. Dad and I watched with rapt anticipation. Dad stood behind me, his arms around my waist and down my pants, fondling my clit and pussy. He could tell I was wet and whispered to me that I was a perverted little rape lover. That only made me more wet.

The big moment came when a door at the back of the dungeon opened and Emelda walked in leading a huge and angry looking Doberman. Emelda looked great in a one piece black leather outfit and a black leader mask covering everything but her eyes. She led the dog in on a silver chain attached to its collar. The animal sniffed the air and, catching the scent of Precious’ cunt, it growled low in its throat and salivated. Clearly the dog had been well trained to rape young girls. Emelda paused for effect, milking the moment with the cameras trained on her. Then she bent down and released the chain from the dog’s collar, saying in a low command, “Go get her Adolph!”

With a snarl the animal leaped forward and bounded to the frame in a few strides. It easily climbed the frame and sought to find a purchase on Precious’ back, scratching her skin with its nails. Precious screamed in terror as the dog began to maneuver its now large erect red cock into her cunt. The dog was practiced in the skill of raping a child. He grasped Precious’ head in his jaws to help support himself and thrust forward viciously. After a few exploratory thrusts his huge red cock found its mark and disappeared inside the child’s cunt.

Emelda shouted encouragement to the dog, her eyes shining with excitement. I was excited too. I had never seen an animal rape a child before and it was a huge turn on. My pussy was creaming around my dad’s fingers as he masturbated me harder and faster. His hips were hard up against me ass and I could feel his hard cock through the material. He hissed in my ear to watch the dog rape closely, and to cum for him like the true rape slut I was. In due course I obeyed his command, but I tried to delay my orgasm as long as possible to prolong my enjoyment of the dog rape.

The dog had his knot inside Precious now and was fucking her wildly. His saliva dribbled down her neck and down her front. She was sobbing and gasping from the pain and terror, afraid that the dog would kill her. He could have done so of course, with one twist of his jaws, but Emelda had no intention to give that command. The death of Precious would come at the right time and in the most depraved circumstances.

Instead Emelda commanded the dog to rape the child harder and more fiercely. The animal responded, thrusting forward more and more wildly, snarling and growling, his jaws still clamped around Precious’ head. The rape went on for almost ten minutes, all caught on film. The dog bucked when he finally came, spurting his seed deeply inside Precious’ abused cunt.

Emelda cut the filming then and gave the dog time to calm down, so that he could remove his knot without causing him any discomfort. Emelda knelt beside the dog, praising and petting him. She let a leather gloved hand caress his red cock and balls. The dog growled in pleasure and nuzzled into her face. He knew that there would be more little girls for him to rape in time. When he was free Emelda led him out of the dungeon.

She returned some minutes later with a Great Dane, a huge dog with a bigger cock than the Doberman. Emelda lubricated the dog’s cock with silicon lubricant, and worked some more into Precious’ virgin asshole. This dog was to take her anal cherry! The cameramen and crew cheered and the filming began again. This dog was less aggressive than the Doberman and Emelda guided his cock to the child’s anus, helping him push his way inside.

Precious screamed in agony as her asshole was spread open by the huge dog cock. The cameras got plenty of close up shots of the entry and Precious’ contorted face. The dog slowly and firmly forced himself all the way in. Then he set up a rhythmic motion back and forth, slowly pushing himself towards his climax. Dad and I watched, fascinated. Dad was working my pants down over my hips and I knew he wanted to fuck me again as we watched the dog rape. That excited me even more!

When the Great Dane was done Emelda led him out back as well. We waited to see what would come next. We were not disappointed. This time Emelda led in an almost wild wolf, huge and gray. She called him Satan. The animal padded beside Emelda, expectantly looking at Precious. Emelda led him round the front of the frame and guided him to put his front paws over her shoulders. His red cock emerged right in front of the child’s mouth.

“Suck him!” commanded Emelda.

Precious tried to twist her head away. Emelda unchained the wolf, which gripped Precious firmly and stabbed forward repeatedly with his cock. Emelda took a long cane off a stand near the wall of the dungeon and began to lash Precious repeatedly on her ass, demanding that she suck off the wolf! Eventually the animal got his cock inside the child’s mouth and he snarled, thrusting down her throat. Emelda continued to whip Precious to make sure she kept her teeth well clear of the wolf’s cock.

Fuck this was hot! Dad had my pants pulled all the way down now and I stepped out of them. He roughly pulled my panties to one side and rammed his throbbing cock into me from behind. We were both breathing heavily now as he fucked me like a beast, our eyes feasting on the perverted scene in front of us. After about twenty brutally hard thrusts into my cunt dad came, biting my ear and hissing …

“YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!”

I pushed back hard against him as he came, caressing his cock with my vaginal muscles and murmuring my love and desire for him. I was such a lucky girl to be a part of all this!

Eventually the wolf came in Precious’ throat with a snarl and his aggression slowly subsided. Precious was left a wreck of animal semen and red welts from the caning Emelda gave her. All good things must come to an end and Emelda led the animal away. Precious would need to be cleaned up and given some rest. We had another big day planned the next day.

Emelda returned and suggested we eat dinner and spend the evening in her private child porn cinema where we could fuck and suck as we all watched some of her private collection of child rape movies. We all, that is to say, me, dad, the cameramen and crew all agreed enthusiastically. I inquired diplomatically of Emelda whether any other females would attend. She laughed and assured me that I would not have to service all of the males on my own. She had many pedophile female friends who liked nothing better than fucking and sucking to images and sounds of child rape. Some of them would be attending tonight.

Day 5

It certainly did turn out to be a hot night of child rape porn movies and sex. I got more cocks in me and on me than I think I ever had up to that point. About a dozen other women also showed up and joined in the fun. They were complete nymphomaniacs and sucked and fucked enthusiastically during the movies. Emelda joined in as well. Late in the evening she had a brainwave. Why not have a mother and son child rape porn day the following morning? The visiting women loved the idea and promised to spread the word among their bored and corrupt female friends.

Word certainly spread. By 10.00 AM there was a crowd of elegantly dressed and obviously wealthy women by the front gates of the estate, with their sons in hand. They ranged in age from babes in arms to boys in their mid teens. The majority were past puberty but there were a fair number of younger boys. Their mothers reasoned correctly that they were never too young to learn about child rape and associate feelings of pleasure with violent sex. Obviously the younger the child the more impressionable the mind. The gates opened and the women and boys poured in excitedly. They were guided to Emelda’s private cinema.

Emelda suggested that I join her in the cinema. I enthusiastically agreed. I would not have missed this for the world. Dad would be busy all day with Precious. He had her face down suspended from chains in the dungeon and was teaching her how to behave like a true rape slut. He had special clamps on her nipples and clit and a special metal probe in her cunt. If she gave a wrong answer to a question dad zapped her with electricity and she thrashed about nicely in her chains. If she gave the correct answer she got a pleasant vibration on her clit and nipples and in her cunt. So he was having lots of fun for hours and hours.

As the women and boys filed into the cinema Emelda asked them all to strip off. Their clothes were collected and taken to a dressing room backstage. As each one got naked Emelda invited them to take a seat, mother’s and sons to be seated together. Once they were all seated Emelda gave a signal and the show began. It started with cartoons.

That was inspired I thought. Cartoons appealed to the boys and would make a good first impression. The cartoons used fun and humor to introduce the subject of child rape. Soon the older boys were laughing and pointing as animated little girls were hunted down, stripped and gang raped. The mothers watched, smiling, and began to stroke their son’s cocks and caress their balls. The mother’s with the youngest boys sucked in their tiny cocks as they watched, sometimes breast feeding them as well. This was going rather well I thought. Emelda and I stripped off as well and sat together, pleasuring each other as we watched.

Gradually, the cartoons gave way to real action, which slowly became more and more violent. The ages of the girl victims and their rapists gradually reduced as well. Eventually all of the rapists were boys aged around ten to fifteen and all of the girls were under ten. So the boys got to see normalized child rape by boys like most of them. Also, the younger boys were learning what they could aspire to in the future. Many of the mothers were ready for action now.

Some still stroked their son’s cocks slowly and lovingly as they watched the rapes, but many were down between their son’s legs, sucking greedily on them. Boys were coming in their mother’s hands or in their mouths, but they recovered very quickly and were soon ready to cum again and again. Emelda rubbed my clit hard and whispered to me that later on she would bring in Precious for the boys to gang rape together. I climaxed at that thought, bucking up into her fingers as she chuckled soft and low, her eyes flashing with evil lust.

Shortly after, during a particularly violent scene, in which a tiny girl from the Manila slums was being gang raped to death by a dozen wealthy young boys, Emelda stood and encouraged the boys to begin fucking their mothers. That started a fully fledged orgy. Sons were soon pounding into their mother’s pussies, anuses and throats, as the mother’s moaned in ecstasy. The smell, sounds and sights of perverted sex filled the air and filled our minds.

Mothers and their sons were fucking in the aisles, between and on the seats and even in front of the screen. One mother with five boys had her oldest in her cunt, the next in her ass, two younger boys in each hand and the youngest in her mouth.

“Lucky bitch!” I thought.

I went down on Emelda and brought her off quickly, sucking hard and even biting on her clit. She had her hands on the back of my head pushing me into her and made deep animalistic sounds as she came.

“UUUGGGHHH!”

Eventually, Emelda ran out of movies to show and the mothers and sons needed a break. Most of the women had semen over their faces and bodies and many of the boys’ cocks were smeared with semen from their mom’s hands. Emelda led them all upstairs to the outdoor pool where they could shower and have a swim, sun bake and enjoy a late lunch. They all cavorted naked and happy in and around the pool.

Emelda serves beers for the boys and cocktails for the mothers. Soon they were very happy indeed. There were spasmodic breakouts of sex around the pool. Some mothers went down on their sons spontaneously and some boys rammed their cocks into their mothers without warning. Clearly they had learned a lot from watching the movies. Most however were just relaxing and resting up. Emelda and I were pleased to see that. The climax of the day was yet to come and we wanted boys with energy for that.

It was late afternoon when dad led Precious up to the pool on a chain around her neck. She was otherwise naked. The boys whispered to each other and their moms when they saw her. Several whistled in appreciation of the child’s lithe naked body. The boys and their moms formed a broad circle around Precious as dad released the chain and ordered Precious to kneel.

“What are you?” Dad demanded.

“A cunt sir” Precious responded in a soft voice

“LOUDER CUNT!”

“A CUNT SIR!”

“And what are cunts for?”

“RAPE SIR!”

“Do you want to be raped cunt?”

“YES SIR!”

“Do you want these boys and their moms to gang rape you cunt?”

“YES SIR!”

“Good cunt!”

There was a loud murmur of pleasure and anticipation from the boys and their mothers. Emelda spoke up, explaining that the rules of the game were these. Precious would be allowed to run to escape them and the boys and their moms could try to chase her down. Any boy who caught her could rape her with his mother’s help. There was no limit to the number of boys who could rape her at one time but each mother had to help and if they ran out of room they had to wait their turn.

I would carry a stock whip to encourage Precious to run between the rapes. Once Precious was unconscious the rapes would end but the mothers could still masturbate their sons over her face and body. Emelda handed me the stock whip and I cracked it over Precious’ head. I ordered her to run and she did so, her feet barely touching the flagstones around the pool. There was wild yelling from the boys and their moms as they set off after her.

And so a wild gang rape orgy began. Some of the boys cornered Precious in the garden in front of a high brick wall. Their moms came up panting and pulled the struggling child to the grass, holding her spreadeagled on her back. The moms urged their sons to rape the child and other mothers assisted by stroking their cocks to get them rock hard. Precious was screaming and fighting as multiple boys rammed their cocks into her mouth and cunt. The mothers cheered the boys on, many masturbating as they watched.

The scene was a wild frenzy of gang rape. Once her cunt and mouth were taken the mothers roughly turned Precious over and raised up her ass so that a boy could rape her asshole. Another mother guided her son’s cock to Precious’ mouth and held it open for him to rape her throat. Again and again new boys and mothers came forward to take their turn, until the scene became a melee of bodies. I intervened then, calling a halt and whipping Precious to her feet. I whipped her until she ran again, screaming and sobbing.

Again the crowd of boys chased her down and the whole delightful scene was repeated over and over. I asked some of the mothers watching for permission to fuck their sons. They delightedly agreed and I soon had five horny teen boys in my holes and hands. It was fucking awesome. I was enjoying myself so much I almost forgot my duties. Precious had fallen quiet and it became apparent that she had been raped unconscious. I separated myself from the latest bunch of cocks in me and halted the rape, while encouraging the mothers to masturbate their boys over the prone body of the child.

It was a triumphant end of the day. Precious was soon covered in young boy semen from head to toe and dozens of boys had learned the joys of child rape. Dad, Emelda and I gave each other high fives. Once our guests had departed we enjoyed a hearty dinner with the crew and cameramen, who had filmed everything from the trees and bushes. The crew had enjoyed a quiet day. There would be much more for them to do the next day. Dad Emelda and I retired early to her chamber of child porn to plan out the next abuse of Precious.

Day 6

On the sixth day we were confident of portraying the fruits of Dad’s training and behavior modification of Precious. In the dungeon the crew set up a new set and dad and I got ready for the day’s filming. When the cameras rolled dad was seated in a lounge chair wearing a black military style uniform and was bathed in a soft light. A tv set was in front of him playing child porn and he was slowly stroking his cock with one finger through his pants.

A spotlight came on in front of him and I entered, also dressed in the same style of black military uniform. Beside me crawled Precious naked. I spurred her on with occasional strokes of the cane in my hand. I walked slowly up to my dad as Precious crawled beside me. The spotlight followed us. Finally I caned Precious several times on the ass to coax her between dad’s legs.

“What is your wish sir?” she asked in a small voice.

“Suck my cock you little cunt while I watch these little whores being raped,” dad responded in a hard edged voice.

I gave Precious two more strokes of the cane for emphasis. She reached up and began to unbutton dad’s pants. He nodded and she reached inside with both hands, releasing his hard and throbbing cock. I whipped her ass again with the cane and ordered her to go down on dad’s cock. Her tiny hands encircled his huge member and she bent forward, her mouth wide open. Dad growled in pleasure as the child’s lips closed on his cock and her tiny tongue lashed the bulbous head.

“Deeper!” he commanded.

I caned her ass repeatedly and hard, commanding her to deep throat dad. Slowly she took him down her throat, her little fingers caressing the shaft and his balls as his cock disappeared. On the screen, three men and a woman were gang raping a child no older than six. She was screaming and struggling beautifully. Dad smiled and growled again in pleasure. Precious’ curly black head was bobbing up and down on dad’s hard cock now. I lashed her repeatedly with the cane, really laying into her with a will. The cameras moved in close to capture the scene. Dad placed his big hands on the back of Precious’ head as his climax approached. I was caning her constantly now and I was fucking turned on. I was close to cumming myself.

Finally, as the rapists on screen snuffed the child with their cocks and the woman applauded them, dad came, pumping his seed deeply into Precious’ guts. I came then also in a mild orgasm, lashing Precious with the cane across her back.

“And cut!” came the soft voice of Emelda from the shadows.

She had been quietly watching and now came on set to congratulate us on the shoot.

“That was great guys, really hot. You two can have a rest now and we will do the scene with Carlos.”

“Carlos who?” I inquired innocently.

“Carlos Menendez.”

“The child rapist and murderer? Oh Wow. There is a million reward on his head! Is he here? I would love to meet him.”

“Sure he is here. He has been here all the time. He works for me. His cover is being a gardener.”

Emelda beckoned us to follow her and dad and I went through to make up where Carlos was being prepared for the shoot. He was a big, muscular guy with a scar down his left cheek, but he was handsome. I was gushing.

“Oh Mr Mendez, it is such a thrill to meet you. I have always been an admirer of yours. My name is Amanda MacDonald and this is my dad Donald.”

He laughed a deep-throated laugh.

“Yeah I know.”

He spoke English with a heavy accent.

I moved in close and spoke quietly.

“Mr Mendez, may I ask you a question?”

“Sure, fire away.”

“How many girls have you raped?”

He laughed.

“Thousands, but around five hundred preteen girls.”

“And how many of those have you snuffed?”

“Several hundred. Not always on purpose you understand. I have a really big cock and sometimes when the child is really tiny I kill them just by raping them …”

He gave me a knowing look.

“Are you going to rape and kill Precious today?”

“Rape her yes, my scene is coming up. But kill her no. She is not scheduled to die until tomorrow. Today is just a fun rape really.”

His voice trailed off.

“Maybe we could fuck afterwards?” he asked, turning to me and caressing my ass.

“Oh Mr Mendez, that would be such an honor!”

I kissed his hands.

“Well I better finish getting ready. You can watch me rape the child if you wish.”

“Oh thank you Mr Mendez, I would love to!” I enthused.

This was going to be something really special I knew, and I could not wait to see it.

The shoot began about a quarter of an hour later. Precious was placed curled up in a corner of a plain concrete cell with a mattress in the middle. Carlos strode into the scene and faced the cameras. He made a little speech, taunting the authorities; telling them that they would never find him; that they would never catch up no matter how big a reward they placed on his head. He promised to go on raping women and girls as long as he wanted to. He pointed to Precious and invited the unseen audience to watch him rape her.

My heart was in my mouth as I watched off camera with dad and Emelda. Carlos stood over Precious, who was curled up in the fetal position naked. Carlos yelled at her and kicked her. She whimpered. Carlos then began to strip slowly and theatrically for the cameras.

His body, when it was revealed, was magnificent. His biceps were huge and his chest was a six pack of muscles. The muscles stood out on his thighs and, best of all was his cock. It was a foot long and thickly veined. He had something tattooed on the shaft of his cock. Two cameras moved in for a close up: on one side was the word “child” and on the other was the word “rape”. I could feel my pussy growing wet in anticipation.

Carlos suddenly reached down and hefted the prone body of Precious. He tossed her up into the air and caught her again and again, like a cat playing with a captive bird. Precious whimpered in terror. After the fifth toss, Carlos took hold of Precious by the ankles and held her face down facing his cock.

“SUCK IT!” he commanded.

The child complied. Her little fingers could not reach all of the way around his shaft but she held it in both hands and took it into her mouth. Carlos thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock down the child’s throat. She gagged and struggled for breath. Carlos paused for effect and then partially withdrew, allowing Precious to breath. He commanded her to use her tongue on the head of his cock and, still whimpering, she obeyed. Carlos turned to the cameras.

“See what a good little rape slut the whore is!”

\Now, suddenly, Carlos allowed the child to drop by letting go of her ankles. He caught her just before her head hit the concrete floor of the set . Holding her ankles with her head touching the floor he forced his cock into her asshole. Precious screamed and struggled in his grasp. He laughed as he pushed more and more of his cock into her anus. He could only get in six inches as the child flailed about, in spasms of acute pain. Carlos pushed in and out of her ass several more times before pulling out and throwing the child onto the mattress.

“NOW BITCH!” he roared, “BEG ME TO RAPE YOUR CUNT!”

Precious cowered on the mattress.

Looking up at the cameras in despair she said,  “please sir. please rape this worthless cunt …” her voice trailed off into sobbing.

Carlos turned grinning to the cameras.

“You see? The bitch wants my cock”

He stroked it for the cameras and then turned, moving swiftly like a cat, covering Precious with his strong, muscular body. In an instant he had her on her back and her legs spread. He lifted her up by the hips to cock level and then drove forward, thrusting his magnificent cock into the child’s abused cunt. The sound of the child’s hysterical screams filled the air. I began to play with my clit and pussy down my pants as I watched. Emelda saw me and smiled.

“Isn’t Carlos magnificent?” she whispered to me.

I nodded silently, rubbing my clit with both hands and breathing heavily as I watched this God like figure tear open the screaming, thrashing child with the ease of a master craftsman.

He truly was masterful, plunging into the child again and again with such ease, his big hands elevating her hips to give him the perfect angle of entry. I watched closely as precious’ cunt lips were spread wide, impossibly stretched around the thick veined shaft of Carlos’ magnificent cock. I think that I had a crush on the man from that instant, watching him rape Precious so effortlessly.

Despite the pain and her struggles, I could tell that Carlos was awakening again the arousal that had first been stirred by the dildo and vibrators that dad had used on her to corrupt her and control her. Her eyes gazed over and she breathed more heavily. Carlos stared at the child’s face with evil determination, speaking slowly and forcefully as he drove his cock into the child with slow, rhythmical strokes:

“That’s it slut, feel my cock in you, arousing you.”

“Feel my cock moving inside you, raping you.”

“Feel me opening you to the pleasure of child rape.”

“Feel the dark power I am filling you with.”

“Let it wash over you, let it take over your mind and your soul. Surrender to the power of my rapist’s cock. SURRENDER!”

Precious began to moan. We were all on tenterhooks, watching to see if the child would cum. Precious half closed her eyes. Her hips began moving, pushing upwards to meet Carlos’ thrusts. Her lips opened and her moans grew louder. Carlos began to thrust into the child more powerfully and quickly now, picking up his energy effortlessly. Soon he was ramming the full foot long cock into the child as she moaned and shuddered like a true slut. I was transfixed. The little whore was actually getting off on her rape! Emelda whispered words I did not understand, but Carlos heard them and growled deep in his throat as he pushed Precious to the point of no return.

Precious came, shrieking and bucking her hips. Carlos let go of her hips, lifting his fists in triumph, allowing her body to fall to the mattress and following her with his cock. Then he moved up Precious’ body, stroking his cock in both hands as he pumped long ropes of cum all over the child’s face. Carlos came like a torrent, covering Precious’ face in his cum. Once the cameras stopped we all applauded in awe, as Precious lay on the mattress gasping and shuddering.

I stepped forward and knelt before Carlos, looking up into his eyes in adoration and cleaned up his cock with my mouth. He stood over me, smiling down at me with his hands on his hips as I licked and kissed his cock, tasting his semen and Precious’ juices. I was overcome with lust and desire for this man.

Later, after dinner, Carlos joined dad, Emelda and me in Emelda’s chamber of child porn. We were naked in her circular bed watching the images slowly form and uniform on the large circular screen around the bed. Images of mothers holding their baby daughters as they suckled on the cocks of child rapists. Images of mothers teaching their little daughters how to masturbate the cocks of child rapists. Images of mothers holding their daughters open for child rapists to begin opening them up with dildos. Images of preteen girls being raped by large hard cocks as their mothers held them down. The images slowly formed and unformed and swelled and dimmed in a constant montage.

Soft, erotic music accompanied the images and the barely perceptible voice of a woman reading a child rape narrative. The four of us lay stroking each other and discussing the events of the day and the plans for tomorrow. Tomorrow was our final day, as per our agreement with Emelda, and we all wanted it to be special. It was agreed that Precious should be snuffed as the climax of the week, and that the rapes should reach a peak of violence and depravity.

We agreed that all of the crew and cameramen should take part in one final, massive gang rape of Precious, as the climax of an all day party in the film set. I knew that Emelda only employed pedophiles and she confided that she had hand picked the cameramen and crew. Each man was a proven sex offender and some had done jail time. The poor men had had to watch all week as others raped Precious but tomorrow it would be their turn.

And so it was agreed.

“Lets fuck now,” said Carlos in a matter of fact way.

I lay down on top of dad and he slid his cock into my anus. Carlos slowly pushed his huge veined cock into my pussy. I gasped in delight as he entered me. I could feel his heart beat through his cock in my pussy it was so tight. Emelda laughed in pleasure at my reaction. She straddled me and I sucked on her clit, and probed into her pussy with my tongue as the two men in my life began to pound into me. Emelda sighed in ecstasy and turned up the volume of the sound of the child rape narrative. So we had our very own bedtime story to spur us on the greater delights all night.

Day 7

The final day was one of the most memorable in my life. It began in Emelda’s chamber of child porn as dad, Emelda, Carlos and I awoke in Emelda’s bed and indulged in a long, luxurious group fuck. The images and sounds of child rape that surrounded us on the circular screens enhanced our lust and prepared us for the day’s events. The day felt special right from the start.

After brunch, the crew set up the film set in the basement. There was a party atmosphere with balloons, streamers and bunting. A big banner was strong across the main set with the words in red on a white background: “Good bye Precious!” We all knew what that meant. This was to be the last day of the little whore’s life. This was to be the day when she would be gang raped to death!

Emelda had invited all her personal staff to participate in the festivities. Not the rape of course. That would be reserved for the crew and cameramen, but the servants from the estate could eat and drink their fill and watch the rape. It was good to have an enthusiastic audience. By noon the underground set was filling up and the food and drink was laid on. By mid afternoon spirits were high thanks to copious quantities of alcohol and food. By evening the place was heaving like a Munich beer hall!

When it was dark outside Emelda brought in the child strippers. These were girls from the Manila slums whose parents had been made wealthy by selling their daughters. The girls had been promised a life of glamour and luxury and in was kind of true. All they had to do was strip for horny adult audiences in the sex clubs all over the city. They were recruited from age three for training and were performing from age five. When they turned ten they had to leave the dancing troupe and join one of the many child brothels around the city catering to western sex tourists. So all the dancing performers were aged between five and ten.

The girls filed in dressed in body hugging white outfits glimmering with sequins. The crowd roared in drunken delight. The girls formed a line and bowed, then the music began. It was loud, it was sexy and it was utterly depraved. The little girls bumped and ground their way through their routine as the crowd stomped and shouted its approval. At the end of the first number they formed a line and bowed to the baying mob.

“More!” they shouted, “Strip for us! Strip naked!”

A spotlight illuminated the center of the stage and one little girl stepped into it. Music began, softer and less urgent but undeniably sexual and erotic. The crowd grew hushed as the child slowly swayed and began to strip, showing each item of clothing to the audience as she took it off. Her hips swayed and thrust, and she ran her hands up and down her body, pouting her lips and mouthing obscenities, the meaning of which she was unsure but she had been ordered to mouth them. Gradually the child’s clothing came off piece by piece until she was naked.

As the crowd roared its approval the child bumped and ground her naked body, before laying down on the ground with her legs spread and her pink bald pussy displayed. She raised and lowered her hips in time to the sexual music as wild applause echoed round the huge room and people threw money onto the stage. The child ran her hands over her pussy lips and clitoris for the crowd, and pulled the lips apart so that everyone could see her pink moist inner cunt lips. She finished by forming her hands around her pussy and mouthing the words

“Long live child rape!”

There was thunderous applause. The spotlight went black.

When the spotlight was illuminated again another child stood motionless until the music began. Then she began to move. The second child performed a similar routine to the first, but when she was naked she reached into the darkness and was handed a large python. The audience gasped in lustful delight. The child danced naked with the snake and then lay down on the stage with her hips raised and the snake exploring her immature cunt. The child drew out the performance, pretending that she was being fucked by the snake, moaning and thrusting her hips into the air to wild applause. It was a spectacular performance.

Another child followed and did her own routine, stripping and then dancing naked around a statue of Satan, kissing the demon’s face and caressing his huge red cock. She finished by taking the statue’s cock in her mouth and pretended to fellate it, until it gushed warm sticky cream all over her face and body. The crowd’s excitement was at fever pitch!

There were six girls remaining. They danced together in the spotlight, slowing and sexily removing their clothing then dancing around each other naked, caressing each other’s bodies. They finished their routine by forming a mass of naked squirming bodies, licking and masturbating each other and moaning in lust until one by one they orgasmed in a shuddering pile of child flesh. It was a fitting highlight to the performance.

But Emelda was not yet done. As the girls excited nine men entered and formed a line across the stage. The crowd gasped and then shouted a welcome. It was the Baraccola Nine. These nine men had terrorized the southern island of Mindanao for years, kidnapping and raping preteen girls and selling them to the child sex trade.

They had even snuffed them in child sex shows online for paying customers. The previous year they were sensationally captured and put on trial. They were convicted and sentenced to death, and had been awaiting their fate on death row in the main Manila prison.

What the audience did not know was that Emelda had petitioned the President, convincing him to pardon the men in recognition of information they provided about Muslim terrorists in Mindanao. They had been released only this day and had agreed to appear at Emelda’s party before returning home to Mindanao to resume their activities.

The men bowed to the audience, acknowledging the welcome. Then the nine dancing girls filed out and stood facing each man with their backs to the audience. The girls were still naked. Each girl reached up and began to undress each man, taking off their clothing piece by piece. Once each man was naked the girl in front of him knelt and took his cock in her hands, stroking it and worshiping it with her mouth. A trumpet sounded and victorious music blared as the girls began to fellate the nine sex offenders in their honor.

The crowd stomped and clapped in time to the martial music as the girls’ head bobbed up and down on the child rapists’ cocks. It was an incredible scene and I could not restrain myself from masturbating as I watched. One by one each man came, shooting his load down each child’s throat, as the music reached a triumphant crescendo. Each man then bowed again, picked up his clothes and walked off the stage waving to the audience, as the naked little girls filed out behind them, cum dripping down their chins.

The hour was growing late, and the audience, now terribly drunk, was shouting for Precious to be brought on and gang raped. It was time.

Large screens were pulled down from the ceiling and raw footage of the rapes of Precious this week played onto them. The theme from 2001 A Space Odyssey blared out as the cameramen and crew walked on stage to thunderous applause. They waved, smiling and acknowledging the crowd. Then they linked hands, raised them and bowed in unison to the crowd. A chant went up.

“RAPE THE CHILD! RAPE THE CHILD! RAPE THE CHILD!”

The men smiled and began to disrobe, as the chanting turned to cheering. Finally, once they were all naked, they looked about them playfully and made a gesture: where was Precious? The chanting began again in earnest. Finally a spotlight illuminated Emelda as she dragged Precious onto the stage. The child was dressed in the clothes that she had arrived it. Emelda threw Precious at the feet of the men and shouted …

“TAKE HER! USE HER! RAPE HER! then KILL HER WITH YOUR COCKS!”

The place was heaving in cheering and roaring and I rubbed my clit harder. At last, the final rape of Precious was about to begin!

Precious tried to stand and run but there were too many men and they were too quick. One of them seized her by the ankle and pulled her to the floor. Others held her then and still more began to tear at her clothing, ripping it into shreds. As the crowd cheered the torn remains of her clothing were pulled from her body. Big hands gripped her panties and tore them from her in a single fluid movement. In moments Precious was being held naked in front of the baying crowd.

The cameramen and crew crowded around her, salivating, pawing at her body. They had watched her many rapes all week and now it was their turn. They would not rest until they raped her to death. The first man to take her was the lead grip of the cameramen. He gripped the child’s waist and lunged forward, driving his cock deeply into her cunt. Precious thrashed and screamed but she was held fast. The crowd began chanting in time with his eager thrusts.

“RAPE HER! RAPE HER! RAPE HER!!”

A second member of the crew joined the first and penetrated the child’s anus, ruthlessly driving his cock up her ass. Precious screamed but the chanting of the crowd drowned her cries. Her head was pulled down to the cock of a third man and he drove his cock down the child’s throat. Precious’ struggles became more frantic, but the gang rape went on and on with no end in sight. As each man came and finished another took his place.

This was more than gang rape — it was rape on an industrial scale — As it went on Precious was held spreadeagled at hip height so that three men at a time could take her. Gradually the child’s struggles grew weaker and she fell silent. And still the cocks advanced, taking her and filling her with semen. Semen oozed from her cunt and anus and dripped off her chin. And still they came.

Nobody was quite sure at what point she died. There just came a point when it was plain that she was dead. The men looked enquiringly at Emelda. She shouted above the throng.

“Don’t stop! Keep raping her! Rape her corpse until none of you have any strength remaining.”

And so it was that the last rapists of Precious became necrophiliacs. The men now rutted into the lifeless holes of the dead child, using her corpse as a sex doll. She was smeared with semen now all over her body, and still they came and went.

The wild scene of depravity raised the lust of the watching crowd to fever pitch. A wild orgy began. I took full advantage of it. Dad pushed me down onto a row of chairs and began to hammer my pussy with his thick, gnarled cock. Carlos was on hand also to take my throat, his huge foot long cock reaching almost down to my stomach. I could have died that night as well but Carlos was watchful and let me breathe before he came in my mouth and watched as I swallowed his semen. Dad pulled out and shot a geyser of cum all over my back, roaring with animalistic glee. It was the same all around the room. There were no unfucked females in that place that night.

Eventually the men on stage could fuck no longer and they fell about panting for breath. Precious’ corpse was removed and things began to quieten down. People began to drift away. Emelda beckoned us to follow her and for the last time we three joined her in her chamber of child porn, to share its magic, to pleasure each other and to sleep the deep deep sleep of the contented and exhausted souls.

Epilogue

The flight back from Manila seemed shorter than on the way over. A part of that was that Emelda had our seats upgraded to first class and the service was fantastic. Another part of it was that dad and I had more privacy. We kept a rug pulled up over us most of the time so that we could masturbate each other and whisper to each other about the highlights of our week in Quezon City. There were so many highlights! We planned to go back of course but we never did. I had high school and then college and dad got sick. So we never saw Emelda again unfortunately.

But there was a living legacy we left and that was the film we made with those wonderful people, Emelda, Carlos and her staff and crew. And of course there was Precious. The little slut gave her life in the cause of child rape porn and what a great cause it turned out to be. Manila became the epicenter of child porn and number one destination for pedophile sex tourists. Apparently the movie was a huge success commercially.

I never got to see the finished product but I am told it was regarded as the greatest child rape movie ever made! Wow that was a big statement. I was also told that the movie had a big impact on social attitudes, especially in the Philippines. Sex crime statistics went through the roof and child sex offenses, even today, are commonplace there. The cultural tradition of the poor selling their preteen daughters to rich western sex tourists continues, even to this day. I am very proud of the part that I played in promoting rape, especially child rape. In my own way I have devoted my life to the cause.

So I hope dear reader, when you read this story don’t just view it as just another story. Ask yourself, how can I make child rape a part of my life? How can I promote child pornography? What I can I do to boost those sex crime statistics? I am particularly calling on females here. We women have a big role to play to support and encourage our boys and men to rape.

When we see a vulnerable little girl what will we do? Will we walk on by? No of course not. Carpe Diem! Lure her into your car or if on foot take her hand and take her to where your son, your brother, your father, your boyfriend or your husband can rape her. Help them strip her and hold her down while they take all her holes. Encourage them! Praise them! Worship their cocks! This is your sacred duty Ladies! Go to it!

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