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Writer: Regis
Subject: BRINGING PLEASURE
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Bringing Pleasure
I watched, enchanted as the pretty auburn-haired little girl in the frilly pink dress slipped the fancy garment up over her head with the patient skill of a seasoned stripper. Her arms raised so high magnified her slender chest and rib cage.
Aged seven, she was years too young to begin to develop the emerging signs of any little budding breasts. In their place were the tight dark nipples raised only slightly on tender chest muscle, with no sign of the milk-gland-filled fat that would, in time, lift and support them.
The development of her breasts in a few years would move her forward from innocent child to desirable woman. Both were, in our humble opinion, excellent cock teasers. My penis was rising and firming, for everyone in the crowd to see, as I displayed my interest in the little girl.
When the dress had cleared her face, her precocious smile was revealed. She was looking forward to this enticing new game. I was reclining naked on a wooden bench, of the type used in most locker rooms, with no back, so that it could be mounted from either side.
I was as free of clothing as the day I was born, so you could say I was in my birthday suit, and had lifted up on one elbow, one knee raised to fully expose my massive and still rising erection and imposing testicles. Because of my role in this performance, I had fully defoliated my entire groin, so that it was as smooth as a baby’s, including my scrotum.
From this raised position in my casual recline, I could better examine the physical assets of the slender young naked child who would be entertaining me with her affection in the game we called simply ‘Pappy Love’. I performed this sex show every night in the back room of the bar, always with a different child.
Her pretty, puffy pussy was what interested me most, and it was not yet on full display. I had her full attention, and she could not see the large window behind her. All she saw was the mixed audience, men and women who lived to watch me do my thing, predictably.
Her mother knew exactly what was going on and was in an absolute panic, running back and forth, pounding silently on the dense glass, screaming at the top of her lungs, but to no avail, because the game room in the back of the bar was built specially for this purpose and was perfectly soundproofed.
The mother was in a panic for good reason. She knew what kind of wonderful games we played in this room; games that were at least wonderful for us. For her it was an absolute nightmare, as she was fully aware that little girls who played with us were always ravaged and then creatively killed before the game was completed.
I instructed the girl to slip off her shoes and socks, and she did so as she had been taught to do by the Club’s resident sex dance instructor. The precocious child knew what we were doing was just a game, and had been told it was one she would love to play.
We always told the girls that this was a private game with a special audience who really liked what we did, and they always believed us. I told her I wanted her to remove her pink little panties slowly, to gradually reveal to us the secret slit of her immature vagina.
She had no idea that the hairless, enticing entrance to her lower torso was the portal through which she would soon impale herself on my rigid and ready erection, as the sexual little naked piglet she was. At this age, almost all girls were virgins, and we had determined this one definitely was.
What we were about to do would not be easy for her, as although she had been well trained in what to do by our resident sex dancer, she remained a virgin, as her instructor had ascertained, which was appropriate for a seven-year-old beauty.
Unbroken, unopened was the condition we required the cuntlets of little girls to be in if they were to be permitted to participate in our special sport. Little girls were quite special to us, and we loved to give them pleasure as we took pleasure from them in ways they were eager to try.
Her vulva had been masturbated by the trainer before she undressed, to cause it to stand out further than normal. Her pubic mound puffed out beautifully from the smacking, and her slit slightly parted to reveal the tender, delicate pussy lips standing out and apart.
These lovely cuntlips would part further as the flared head of my penis expressed its affection for her. I beckoned to her, and as she willingly approached me. I lay back on the bench, my penis standing rigid in anticipation of the delight of her ministrations.
I’m speaking of her intimate internal vaginal ministrations, for my long, stout rigid penis to be affectionately grasped by her freshly opened vaginal shaft. A child’s freshly-opened cuntlet is the ideal instrument to stiffen a man’s cock, and I was going to enjoy hers to the full.
The lovely child had been taught how to climb into the saddle, in preparation for her to happily split her own hymen on the eager and ready penis of a man. She would be taking her first step toward full womanhood early, at the age we always preferred.
The organs of little girls were so much tighter, and they screamed so beautifully when their cuntlets were forced open. We liked them young, innocent, and defiant of the authority of their mothers. We always made sure their mother was watching our sport.
Often, younger girls, those six years old or sometimes less, would unwillingly sacrifice their virginity to an older brother or perhaps to an eager uncle or father, but we preferred girls who had some shape and had disposed of some of their early baby fat.
That was our personal taste. Years of experience told us that seven was the perfect age. Girls younger than that were often our guests, and in this role I had raped little girls as young as three for a special show, but I found that those who had reached seven were the most sexually satisfying.
The giggling little girl, aware she was doing something quite naughty, began to climb eagerly onto the bench on which I lay. Her young mother was going ballistic behind the glass, and was screaming for her daughter to turn and run, but to no avail.
The audience could see and hear the hysterical young woman, but the child was unaware of her mother’s presence outside the party room. The delightful little girl was quite pleased to be inside with us. She knew she was about to have some great fun, without her mother’s permission.
That made the whole thing so much more exciting for her, and her excitement was shared by us, but for quite a different reason. The beautiful, excited naked child had no idea that we were making a video of the game with hidden video cameras feeding a pay-for-view network.
Nor did she know that thousands of extreme child-porn and kiddie snuff fans would thrill to watch her being beautifully deflowered, which I would make sure drew horrific screams from her. She was also unaware that her young life would soon come to an end.
All of this would occur with her mother and several video cameras watching intently, taking in every detail, including the extreme distress of her mother outside the bar’s hidden playroom, watching everything happen within, and incapable of doing anything to stop what she feared.
Most of the video fans around the world, who paid a thousand each to see the live streaming of this event, knew from the experience of several other similar shows that under me on the bench was my Bowie knife, my preferred tool for dealing with these pretty little naked piglets.
My act, done nightly, followed a similar pattern, one that the audience craved to watch. They knew that once my penis was firmly planted far too deeply into her little cuntlet for her to remove herself, I would bring the knife forward and plant it low and deep in her exposed, bare tummy.
I would then use the ultra-sharp edge of the big, keen blade to rip the pretty little human piglet open from her pubic mound, up through her navel, right up to her sternum, to release her tight bundle of moist kiddie-viscera for the fans to enjoy, watching intestines squiggle to the floor.
The audience, particularly the women, were anxiously waiting to see me fully disembowel the screaming little girl for their pleasure, before I raised the blade to her slender neck, slit her throat, and used only two powerful strokes to cut off her pretty little screaming head.
Like me, they fully understood that’s what pretty fucking little girls are for. I love my job, and its remarkable sexual perks.
THE END