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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LOBSTER TRAP
Published: 29.05.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Teens, Gore, NC, Rape
Author’s Comment: The author had nothing to do with how this story goes, particularly with the age of the girls who are so unfortunately gang-raped, repeatedly, nor with the men who put together the scheme in the first place, and then made it happen, curiously to the benefit of the police peace officers.
Lobster Trap
It was a simple frickin’ rig, one what anybody coulda come up with, but it was us what done it, an’ ya know, that makes all the difference. All ya had ta do was ta take a old lobster trap, maybe one the door got stuck on, an’ instead of fixin’ the frickin’ thing, ya just went down ta the novelty store, an’ picked up for yerself a buncha pair of cheap handcuffs like they sells, that’s the only thing ya needed.
That an’ a bottle of screech. That’s what we calls our own home-made version of one-hundred-and-eighty proof whisky. It’s distilled in copper an’ aged in steel, so it don’t got no color, like it looks a bunch like vodka or gin, clear but with a real tongue burnin’ fuckin’ tang to it, like it burns all the fuckin’ way down.
Then ya clipped one cuff onta each side of the trap, like nice an’ low, an’ ya was all set. Now ya needed the older kinda trap, the one what had the flap with the hole in it, ya could stick a coupla fingers through ta pull open the door, but that ain’t what it was used for, the way we used it.
It was dead simple. Alls ya hadta do was ta get yerself a girl, probably a young one, in her early teens, just old enough ta get herself seeded, get her pants offa her, panties too, if she’s wearin’ any, then lay her down with her back across the trap, an’ ya cuffs her wrists ta the sides, an’ then yer all set.
When ya pulls yer dick out, ya sticks it through the hole in the frickin’ flap, then drives yer fukin’ shaft inta her cunt, drillin’ the little bitch good. Ya starts thrustin’ inta her, givin’ her a real fuck, an’ the frickin’ hole in the flap works yer dick good, so in just a few thrusts yer seedin’ her with yer semen, shootin’ her fulla yer sperm in just a few seconds. It’s like frickin’ magic. Ya cums real fast in this cunt-rapein’ rig we invented.
Then ya jerks outa her, grab a shot glass of screech, then the next guy on yer team gets on her an’ repeats, this time wet deckin’ the bitch, on accounta she’s now fulla yer slime. Now ya gets six guys on a team, an’ maybe three or four teams, each with a lobster trap, a coupla sets of cuffs each, an’ of course a girl ta rape, an’ ya bets on which will finish the fuckin’ bitch-rapein’ race first. That’s all there is to it. At least for the first round.
Then ya flips her over, face down, an’ cuff her again. Now when ya gets yer dick through the hole in the flap, ya grabs her ass cheeks, pulls ‘em apart and rams right up inta her frickin’ fundament. Ya gives her a good asshole rapein’ fuck real quick, on account of the flap makes ya cum before ya knows it, an’ then ya jerks yer sperm-spoutin’ prick outta her an’ downs another screech, an’ the next guy takes his turn.
The second round’s just for the fun of it, ‘cause it don’t seed ‘em in their ovaries. For the third round they’s flipped face-up for another cunt fuckin’, an’ so it goes, ‘til one of the guys ain’t able to shoot no more spunk inta ‘em. The team he’s on is out, although he did get ta plant his fuckin’ seed.
When a guy can’t shoot no more, the rest of his team gets ta piss on him, so he goes home disgraced, an’ his wife knows he didn’t do no good at spurtin’ his cum at the lobster trap teen fuckin’ rape race. She’ll either make him sleep on the couch, or more likely she’ll take him to her bed an give him a good wife-fuck so that he knows for sure at least his sperm is fuckin’ good enough for her.
We just keeps on goin’, some times four or five rounds, ‘til there’s only one team left, an’ they’s the big frickin’ winners. We has us these lobster trap competitions a coupla times every month, lurin’ the girls down from one junior high school or another, we wants ‘em just old enough ta seed.
Every time we plays our fuckin’ rape sport, we produces a batch of pregnant young cunts over at the junior high, an’ when they get’s big enough ta show they gotta move over ta Mrs. Wartcunt’s dormitory, where they stays until they comes ta term an’ fuckin’ whelps. It’s as simple as that, I swears.
Just ta be clear, we’ve never yet been able ta produce a single pregnant asshole, seedin’ their colons, but we’s workin’ at it. Most of the girls’ bellies gets big in a few months, an’ we gets ta take credit for it. Their parents gotta still pay school taxes, but they also gotta pay Mrs. Wartcunt for educatin’ their pregnant daughters.
This sport ain’t just for nothin’, ya know, ‘cause it seeds the ground for our other special game, Birthin’ Teens. This one’s a bunch more brutal, ‘cause instead of gettin’ theirselves fucked, the girls are nine months older now, mostly twelve to thirteen, an’ they’s gotta drop their frickin’ sprogs for us in what we’s designed ta be a deadly fuckin’ sport!
Some of them fuckin’ girls dies in the birthin’ sport, an’ I swears ta God, it’s on accounta that’s how we done designed the sport ta be! That’s why its so good that they’s in the care of Mrs. Wartcunt, who lets us grab ‘em, on accounta some of ‘em wants ta bolt an’ get away, like run away for good, an’ that means they’s outta the system so it don’t hurt none if some of ‘em disappears on accounta gettin’ herself killed in our special birthin’ sport. It all works just fine.
See, we makes the birthin’ part a competition, an’ ‘cause they’re mostly too young ta make good mothers, we has ‘em fightin’ against each other ta make the other young cunt drop her sprog first, with the objective of killin’ the other girl’s sprog, but in the process they often kills the young mom at the same time. It gets real excitin’ waitin’ ta see if one or both of the teens gets herself killed.
There ain’t no ring for the fights, but instead we gets all the other pregnant girls put in a big circle on their hands an’ knees, an’ we kneels behind ‘em so’s we can fuck ‘em up their assholes while we’re watchin’ the sport in the middle. That’s a handy arrangement.
If we shoots inta their colons, like before the birthin’ fight’s done, we makes ‘em turn around so’s we can face fuck ‘em, which is also good for cleanin’ our pricks nice after havin’ the length of ‘em stuffed up their fuckin’ assholes. It all works real sweet.
Every now’n again me an’ Arthur would snag us a couple if young eight-year-olds off the elementary school playground, just for a bit of a change. We’d get ‘em naked, lay ‘em over the back of the teen preggy we had kneelin’ in front of us, an’ we’d give ‘em a good fuckin’.
They was nice an’ tight, but was just kids, an’ no good at a power fuck, ‘cause there little cunts was too tight, too shallow an’ they was both inexperienced at gettin’ theirselves fucked. The best power fuck we saved for the assholes of them preggy teens, ‘cause they was always the most satisfyin’.
We never did do the little ones up the ass, ‘cause we figured we had ta leave somethin’ for their Daddys ta get inta undisturbed, I mean they whelped ‘em and everythin’ so we figured they hadta deserve somethin’. We’d leave them naked kids lyin’ face up on the swell-bellies’ backs ‘cause we found that ta be real stimulatin’, havin’ their pretty little cunts, all wet an’ red from a fresh fuck we just give ‘em, starin’ straight up at us an’ everythin’.
I ain’t no peddlefile or nothin’, but the sight of naked little girls lyin’ helpless with their spread little pussies showin’ an’ maybe a glimpse of their cute little starfish bumhole an’ everythin’, like after I give ‘em a good fuckin’, does get me goin’ some. I mean what kinda man wouldn’t need ta jack off onta somethin’ like that, specially if it was a strange piece, as all of these kids was ta us?
Anyways, we wouldn’t even start butt-fuckin’ the pleasantly tight assholes of these kneelin’ preggies ‘til the fuckin’ fightin’ started. It always started real organized an’ shit, with one of them preggies stretched belly-up across a lobster trap, with her wrists an’ ankles cuffed ta it, while the other preggie girl got in some good shots ta her belly with her knees, which we calls inducement, ta get the birthin’ process started.
She can only use her knees on the other young bitch, an’ gotta give 4 good shots ta each side of the bound bitch’s belly, then she gets between the legs an’ does some serious poundin’ with her knees ta the cunt and bottom side of the bulgin’ belly too. Then they switches places, an’ the other girl gets ta do ta her like she done, with the one what done the poundin’ now cuffed belly up ta the lobster trap like the first one was.
After they’s took their turn on the fuckin’ lobster trap 4 times things are really startin’ ta pop, with both cunts leakin’ liquid ‘cause their birthin’s already started. Now we gets the fuckin’ lobster trap outta there so they can get after each other free style, usin’ their fists an’ elbows, and when the hair pullin’ starts, even head buttin’.
It all gets real frantic, an’ in addition to poundin’, punchin’ an’ kneein’ each other in the belly, the girls in their early teens are experienin’ the pain an’ total discomfort from their sprog droppin’ inside ‘em, slidin’ and gettin’ stuck in their stretched fuck-chutes. I always fuck harder in the bumhole of the teen kneelin’ in fronta me when the fightin’ girls cunts stretches, showin’ the sprog is startin’ out!
One of ‘em always gets the other down, an’ when she’s on her back, her legs spread an’ up, and her back arched as she tries ta get the baby inside her movin’, the one what’s still standin’ gets up onta her, an’ starts stompin’ an’ jumpin’ an causin’ all kindsa chaos by thumpin’ her bare feet on the big belly of the cunt on her back, doin’ her fuckin’ damndest ta win.
There’s thrashin’ an’ screamin’ an’ all sortsa shit goin’ on, an’ of course the one jumpin’ up an’ down on top is also, as a side effect, forcin’ the sprog in her belly ta drop too, an’ sometimes she akshilly pops hers out first. When that happens, the one on the floor gets ahold of the new arrival, still hangin’ by the umbilical chord, an tries ta choke the infant, an’ then grabs it an’ smashes its head down on the floor, an’ that’s when her own pops out.
You wouldn’t believe the fuckin’ mess. Blood an’ piss an’ even sometimes some shit on the floor from the young teens. One of the guys always brings a pistol for cleanup, and he pops a few shots inta their heads, bellies and hearts ta put the young cunts outta their misery real permanent like, an’ then it gets real quiet in there.
Sometimes the sounda them shots brings the cops, so we all gets our pants back on and done up an’ everythin’, an’ when them fuckin’ cops arrives, we tells ‘em we heard the same shots they heard, an’ we came in, an’ saw we had ta retrieve our lobster traps, ‘cause we’re about to set out in our boats ta get ‘em set for fresh lobster.
Them fuckin’ cops ain’t that smart, ya knows, ‘cause they never figures out it was us what caused all that fuckin’ sprog-droppin mess in the first place. They’s not stupid either, ‘cause they always takes the naked kids we’d done, an’ brung ‘em away with ‘em for ta provide them young raped girls with what the calls protective custody.
That just means they’s gonna fiuck ‘em theirselves, ‘cause there ain’t nobody stupid enough to try ta fuckin’ stop ‘em, ‘specially not them young cunts they’s fuckin’. So be it.
THAT ENDS IT