The Casa/Child with the Body

Seeing that no one is watching, you snatch the girl and drag her back through the door into the kitchen.

You intend on throwing her on top of the old mans dead body and devour her, but as soon as you wrap your arms around her your mind reels with her softness, her warmth, her smallness. As the door closes behind you, you wish to simply hold her for a time. Her tender skin, the thin fabric of her short dress, her unspeakable girlish essence. Her bare feet and the green flower in her hair. This has been your dream for so long and now you hold it in your arms.

But the girl has noticed the corpse that is lying on the floor and has erupted in a blood-thinning scream.

You place your hand over her mouth and take her to the ground. Her body is pressed between your thrusting hips and the lifeless body of the old man. The arm that is free of holding her mouth is desperately fondling her developing breasts and her slender legs and arms. You notice how hollow she seems and the flexible bow of her ribs.

You as close as ever to real satisfaction, but you are still frustrated. The girls screams might be heard and muffling them with your hand is an unwanted burden in this should-be sublime moment. With a small tick in your mind your hand wraps around the child's neck. When you squeeze her windpipe shut the tips of your fingers touch on the back of her neck. Her smallness overwhelms all your senses. You can see the fear in her eyes before she closes them in agony of being choked. She smells powerless.

You don't intend to kill her, but to bring her to a place between life-and-death, past resisting. You remove your hand from her mouth and see that her nose is bleeding. Her eyes are watering and her mouth is making desperate gulps. You are beginning to comprehend your total power over her. Her hands frantically try to peel back your fingers, her weakness fills you with lust on top of lust.

With your free hand you pull off your pants and boxers and position your cock between the child's legs as you strangle her.

Your hand around her neck has worsened her nosebleed. To your disappointment after only a short time her struggling ceases. Carefully you unwrap your hand from her neck and she makes no scream. Her eyes are wide and bloodshot, her mouth hangs open. A soft whisper marks her persevering breath.

Now you take your time. Your cock is pressed against her soft crotch. Pulling her dress up you see the effect of your stiff member pressing on her soft, hairless pussy. Running your hand over her stomach her soft, smooth skin gives gently beneath you. You run your fingers over the pattern of her ribs and feel the smoother area where her breasts, still a whisper, are beginning. Beneath your palm you feel her flickering heart.

You take the ankles at the ends of her tiny legs and spread her hips as wide as they will go. You feel her opening pull apart under your head.

Wet with precum you push the head of your penis into the little girl. Although the feeling is intense, it is not all together pleasant. She is very small and neither of you are fully lubricated. You pull out and repeat the procedure, now with a more even film of fluid it is a bit easier.

In your rapture you did not notice the door open soundlessly, nor did you hear the spiked hammer moving through the air towards your head.

YOU HAVE DIED