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This story is completely fictional, but it is a brief
descent into madness.  Join me won't you?


		NECROPHILIAC PEDOPHILE 2

Tiffany's 12-year-old "boyfriend" Jeff had to be dealt
with.  He had turned her against me and he was the
only one who could connect me with her.  Not that I
cared that much about the last part because I was
going to die soon anyway, but the little prick was
going to pay.

The day after Tiffany met her unfortunate demise, I
staked out their school right before it let out.  I
saw the direction Jeff was headed and discretely
followed him.  I was hoping that there wouldn't be any
need for a struggle, but if there was, I had a good
spot all picked out.  I returned home, got Tiffany out
of the meat freezer and excitedly told her all about
my plans.  She seemed excited too, and before I knew
it, we were making mad passionate love.  Man I loved
her cold pussy.

I was waiting for Jeff the next afternoon.

"Jeff," I called out from my car as he passed by.

When he saw who it was, he gave me a dirty look and
started walking again.

"Listen Jeff, Tiffany told me what you said about me,
and I proved it wasn't true."

He stopped in mid-step, and hesitated a moment before
slowly turning towards me.

"What do you mean you 'proved' it to her, you fucking
asshole!"

"Look Jeff, I'm a Vietnam vet and I got my balls and
most of my dick blown off by a landmine in the war.  I
have to piss sitting down.  I showed her my medical
records to prove it, that's all.  It's not something I
go around telling a lot of people, but you had me all
wrong.  Even if I wanted to do what you said, I
couldn't.  The only reason I've been hanging around
Tiffany is because I knew she was too young to want to
have sex with me.  I just needed a friend, that's all.
And girls my own age always want to have sex, and then
that's the end of the friendship."

Jeff's jaw had dropped and he was looking in the
direction of my crotch, even though there was a closed
car door between it and his eyes.  You'd have thought
he was Superman trying to see through steel.

He seemed to snap out of it.

"Why wasn't Tiffany in school today?"

"Well that's why I'm here.  She just showed up at my
house this morning crying her eyes out after what I
told her yesterday afternoon.  She told me she never
wanted to see you again, but I told her that you just
didn't know any better, and that you were probably a
real nice guy."

I paused for dramatic effect.

"She's still at my place right now, and if you don't
come over and get this straightened out, I don't think
she'll ever talk to you again."

I could see his mind working, 'Back to beating my own
meat if I don't get this straightened out.'  The
little piece of shit was going to pay.

"Hop in," I said cheerfully.

Once he got in my car, I told him to buckle up.

"Safety first!"

When he was all buckled up tight, I tazed him.  Thank
goodness for non-lethal methods of disablement.  His
body quivered and twitched a little bit, reminding me
of Tiffany's death-throes the night before, and I
couldn't wait for the real thing.  The ride to my
house was fairly short, but I tazed him again right
before we pulled into my driveway.  It wouldn't do to
have him try and escape.  I just loved the way his
body twitched.

I was strong enough to be able to drunk-walk him to my
front door easily.  The neighborhood in which Tiffany
and I lived, well, in which Tiffany used to live and I
still lived, was pretty low-rent.  People pretty much
minded their own damn business like they should, so I
wasn't too worried.

As soon as I got him inside, I tazed him a few more
times just to make him twitch.  I guess I used up all
the juice, because the last couple of times didn't
seem to have much effect.

I got him to the bathroom and took his clothes off.  I
ain't no homo, but I got a boner pulling his pants
off.  The kid could almost have been a girl except for
his cock.  The only place he had any hair at all
except for his head was a little bit around his dick.
I looked down at that cock and imagined what Tiffany
felt like when she was jacking him off in front of me.
I took it in my hand and played with it for a while.
The little faggot was out cold so he didn't get a
boner, but I sure had one.

I got his wrists handcuffed behind his back, and his
legs duct taped together before getting him in the
bathtub on his back.  He would be pretty uncomfortable
once he woke up.  He wouldn't be able to scream
because I had also wrapped a few layers of duct tape
clear around his head to cover his mouth.

He was supposed to wake up in a few minutes, but I
guess because I had tazed him so many times that it
was taking longer.  I started playing with his dick
again.  Then I noticed it was starting to get hard.  I
looked at his face and saw his eyes wide with fear.
He started writhing and struggling.  How pathetic.

That's when I got my little plastic container (with a
magnetic top) full of pins out.  My mother had always
saved the pins from every new garment in just such a
container.  I had asked her one time why she had so
many hundreds of pins.  She had replied, "You never
know when they'll come in handy."  She had given me
the container I now held in my hand as a stocking-
stuffer for Christmas, and ever since, I had saved
pins.  I never knew why until now.

I believe there is some kind of Oriental saying about
"death by a thousand pinpricks".  I probably only had
a few hundred pins, but it was a start, enough to get
a handle on the theory.

I started jabbing Jeff in his upper arms with the
pins.  His struggles deflected some of the "blows" and
knocked some of the pins out of my hand, but it wasn't
long before he had 40 or 50 pins lodged deep inside
his biceps.

"Stop struggling and lie still, and I stop the pins,"
I admonished him.  Eventually he stopped struggling.

Like I said, I'm no homo, but I was curious, and
decided that I was going to suck his dick.  Hell,
everybody deserves a blowjob before they die.  You'd
find a lot fewer appeals on death row if that were
official policy.  Another thing, instead of Cyanide
gas, they should use helium.  The condemned would just
get dizzy, pass out and die with no pain.  And their
last words would be hysterically funny!  Picture
Donald Duck in the gas chamber.  I know I do.  It's a
recurring dream.

When I put my mouth on his little dick, he started
struggling again.  I just held up the container full
of pins and shook it a few times and he settled down.
Despite whatever inhibitions he might have had, his
flaccid penis got hard in my mouth pretty quickly and
I was surprised at how much I was enjoying it too.  I
unzipped my pants and played with Mr. Willy.  Not so
much that I'd come, because I was saving that for
later.

It didn't take more than a couple of minutes before
the kid shot in my mouth.  The little bastard didn't
even have the decency to warn me!  I'd have let him
anyway, but some people can just be so fucking
inconsiderate!

Well that was the first, and probably the last time a
boy would come in my mouth, but hey, you gotta try
everything once before you die.  Now I was gonna let
him try getting a nice big cock shoved up his hairless
little ass.

"See Jeff, that wasn't so bad now was it?  Now we're
going to roll you over so I can take the handcuffs off
you."

He looked so relieved, and willingly helped me roll
him over with just a few grunts from the pain of the
pins lodged in his arms.  I pretended that I couldn't
find the key.  I felt that Tiffany should see what
happened to guys with whom she betrayed me.

"Look's like I left the keys downstairs, Jeff.  I'll
be right back.  Don't you go anywhere," I said with a
smile.  Like he could go anywhere.

When I was downstairs I took off all my clothes, lubed
up my cock with Vaseline and brought Tiffany upstairs
with me.  I set her at the corner where the bathtub
met the wall near Jeff's head.  Jeff was lying face
down with his head at the drain end so he couldn't see
much, but you should have seen the look on his face
when he looked up and saw Tiffany's dead gray face
pointed in his direction.

Before he could start struggling again, I was on top
of him and plunging my cock up his ass.  Man it was
tight, and his struggles were bringing me close to
orgasm.  Then the little shit stopped struggling and
started crying.  That pissed me off.

"What's the matter, momma's boy?" I asked with a
mocking sneer.  "Does the little crybaby want his
mommy?"  I'll bet he did.

I started stabbing him over and over in his shoulders
and neck with pins, but even that didn't make him
struggle enough to get me off.  It looked like I was
going to have to do the work, so I started plunging my
cock in and out of his asshole as fast and furious as
I could.  I knew I was ripping him a new one, and when
I glanced down I saw that his ass and my cock were
covered with blood.  Let me tell you, blood is a hell
of a lot better lubricant than Vaseline.  His ass
started feeling like a virgin pussy.

I was ready to come, and I wanted to experience his
death throes when I came, like I had with Tiffany.  I
took the big carving knife that I had brought up with
me when I brought Tiffany up, and cut Jeff's throat
quickly and deeply.  Although he did twitch a little
as the blood streamed out of his throat like a mighty
river, I guess that his muscles didn't have enough
blood left to make him really convulse the way I was
hoping for.

Damn!  I was disappointed.  But after Jeff stopped
moving, I turned him over and cut a nice big hole in
his throat and put my cock in.  Talk about deep
throat!  And no teeth to worry about either!  It was
absolutely the best fucking blowjob I ever had.
Coming down Jeff's gullet was almost a religious
experience.

When I looked over at Tiffany, I could tell by her
pout that she was jealous.  I tried to set her mind at
ease.

"Oh baby, it was just a little fling.  I swear, he
meant nothing to me.  It's you I love.  I promise I'll
never touch him again."

After a little pleading, I knew that she had forgiven
me.  I was true to my word and eliminated the
possibility of any further temptation from the house.
Later we laughed about the whole thing.  Tiffany even
told me that she thought I was a little bit harsh with
Jeff.  But you know how girls are, always so
sensitive!

The dogs ate well that night, and I had a little
"weenie roast" of my own.  Kind of gristly, and not
much meat; but a little mustard and relish, and mmm,
mmm, good!

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