Message-ID: <27227asstr$973217407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: alienator@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8toeco$8te$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Nov 01 06:48:57 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} NEW: "Necrophiliac Pedophile 2" (M/b, 1st, pedo, torture, snuff) Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2000 21:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27227> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw, Vulpine 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! -- alienator@my-deja.NOSPAMPLEASE.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+