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I love raping kids.
But I love raping babies more.
It… got some weird charm to it. Fucking someone young, someone who had no idea what the fuck was going on. Stretching their little pussies and making them scream. It… gave me life. I loved fucking them to death more than anything else. It… made me feel like a god. A cruel god. But there was no afterlife or promises. Just my dick in their pussies until they drew their last breath.
I put Hana on the tombstone of her father. Her little frame, wrapped in blankets and wearing a diaper that had heart-shaped cutouts on both her ass and pussy… she was just sexy.
“You’re officially four months old today,” I muttered. “Congratulations, Hana.”
It was raining and the sky was dark. The tombstone of her father was as dirty as ever. It seemed no one was taking care of it, which… I honestly didn’t care about.
I removed my throbbing six-point-five cock, knelt beside her, and rested it on her little tummy. She began to cry immediately, because she knew that was the cock that caused her ‘ouchies,’ took her virginity, and fucked her every hole. Raped her every day.
I put the tip against her tiny pussy and rubbed it, the precum making it all slick. She cried and cried, little fucking slut. As if she didn’t know what she was doing to me. Looking at me with those sexy blue eyes, thrashing her slutty body against mine… flirting with me.
“I’m gonna fuck you in front of your father,” I said with a big smile. “I wonder what he’d do? He’d probably join me, Hana. Your father was a pedo like me, too. He was my best friend after all.”
I slowly pushed my cock inside her, and her crying intensified as the tip went in. I pushed it more and more… now half of my cock was in.
“Tight… fit…”
A little more than half of my cock was in, and I began going back and forth with my hips. I felt I tore something in her pussy, and it began bleeding onto her father’s tombstone. The sight made me excited and my cock throbbed, then I drove it further inside.
“Slut… fucking whore.” I grinned. “You pissed while I was changing your diaper. You were trying to flirt with me, right? Fucking slut.”
Hana thrashed, her tiny hands curled into fists, hitting her father’s tombstone. I bet she was asking for help… she was hoping her father would help her. But… of course, she was doing that for nothing. Until my cock went soft, I was going to keep using her tiny holes.
I kept pushing inside her little cunt. Her crying was some kind of fucked-up music to my ears. So soft. So… natural. Her sobbing was only making my cock throb harder.
“Slut… slut…” I leaned in and licked her nipples, then licked her tear-filled face. “Mm. Delicious kid.”
I kept pushing, my balls hitting the edges of the tombstone.
“A few weeks ago was… Your father’s birthday,” I muttered, feeling the pleasure build. “Let’s congratulate him.”
I began to move quicker, the sound echoing in the graveyard. As I kept going faster and faster, her body began trembling, her crying intensified, and the blood oozing from her pussy was now at dangerous levels. With every push, I could feel I was tearing something… delicate.
I kept thrusting, the rhythmic slap of my body against hers and the wet sounds of penetration echoing in the quiet of the graveyard. Hana’s tiny form, just four months old and so fragile, convulsed beneath me with each brutal push. Her cries had grown hoarse, choked gasps now, a desperate, broken, that only fueled the surge of power through my veins.
Her little fists still beat weakly against the cold stone, a futile protest against the inevitable. Her eyes, wide and glazed with tears, stared up at me, a mixture of terror and a terrifying, innocent submission.
“Yes, cry, honey. You only make daddy harder.”
My own breath came in ragged gasps, a raw animal sound. Every nerve ending in my body was like on fire. The slick warmth inside her, the unbelievable tightness, the way her delicate flesh yielded and tore with each violent plunge—it was intoxicating. I was a force, an unstoppable tide, and she was nothing but a vessel for my pleasure. The blood, a dark stain spreading on the rain-streaked tombstone… so fucking sexy.
The climax was building, a relentless wave. My hips pumped faster, harder, a primal rhythm consuming me entirely. Her body trembled uncontrollably, a tiny leaf caught in a hurricane. I felt the pressure intensify, the exquisite friction reaching its peak, and then—a blinding release. My vision swam as I emptied myself into her, a searing flood of hot cum. A few droplets, thick and white, mixed with the crimson on the tombstone, a grotesque… yet a beautiful scene.
“Phew,” I gasped, my voice rough, hoarse. A satisfied grin stretched across my face. “That was good.”
I pulled my cock out of her, the withdrawal a sickening, wet sound. Hana lay there, still trembling, her body broken and limp. I looked down at her, then at the stained tombstone, and a new wave of desire, cold and sharp, washed over me.
“Now,” I muttered, my eyes fixed on her. “I’m going to fuck your ass.”
I knelt over her, my gaze fixed on her tiny, puckered asshole. The thought of it, so impossibly small and tight, made my cock throb again. Hana’s whimpers were barely audible now, her body slack with exhaustion and trauma, but a flicker of terror still haunted her eyes as she registered where my attention had shifted.
“You’re going to learn about all your holes today, aren’t you, slut?” I murmured, my voice a low, gravelly growl. I reached down, dipping my fingers into the sticky, crimson-streaked mix of blood and my own cum on the cold tombstone. It was a vile, potent lubricant. I smeared the concoction generously over the head of my cock, making it glisten obscenely.
“This is going to hurt,” I whispered, leaning close to her ear, savoring the shudder that ran through her tiny frame. “But you’ll take it. You always do.”
I positioned the slick tip of my cock against her anus. Hana’s body stiffened immediately, a desperate, reflexive clenching. A raw scream tore from her throat as I began to push. It was like… I don’t know, forcing a blunt object through another fucking blunt object.
Her little body arched violently, her legs thrashing weakly. I could feel the tearing, the resistance, the agonizing stretch of her delicate flesh.
“That’s my slut. Thaaat’s my slut.”
“Tight… so fucking tight,” I grunted through clenched teeth, my own face contorted with effort and a perverse exhilaration. “Take it, take it, take it!”
I pushed harder, ignoring her wails, the sound of tearing flesh a wonderful music in my ears. Her tiny hands clawed at the air, then at the damp soil beside her, as if trying to find purchase, an escape. Blood, fresh and dark, welled up around the base of my cock, mixing with the foul lubricant I’d used.
Hana’s screams became ragged, broken gasps, her breath catching in her throat as I drove myself deeper. I felt a pop, a give, and then the excruciating, beautiful sensation of finally breaching her tiny asshole.
“There,” I hissed, thrusting deeper until I was buried to the hilt. Her entire body went rigid. “All the way in. Just for you.”
My cock was deep inside her ass now. It felt so tight, like a vise gripping me. Hana’s body shook hard. She wasn't really crying anymore, just making small, broken sounds. Little whimpers that caught in her throat. Her eyes were wide and stared past me, not really seeing anything.
I started to move, slowly at first, pushing in and pulling out. Each time, I felt the tight walls of her asshole grip my dick. It was rough, like tearing something more inside her.
“You like this, don’t you?” I grunted, my voice low and rough. “All this just for me. Your baby pussy. Baby ass. Your small holes. All of it. I fucking own you.”
More blood came out, mixing with the cum and the rain on the tombstone. It made a dark, wet mess. Her tiny hips twitched with each push, a sad, broken dance. I pushed faster, harder. The sounds of my cock going in and out were loud in the quiet graveyard.
Hana’s breath came in ragged gasps. She was so small, so weak under me. Her body felt like it was going to break. But I kept going. The feeling of her tight ass around my cock, the warmth of the blood, it all made me feel powerful.
“That’s it, slut,” I whispered, leaning down. “Take it all. Just like a good girl.”
She didn’t answer. She just lay there, a small, broken doll, as I kept thrusting, filling her tiny asshole with my cock, over and over again.
I kept moving inside her ass, faster now. My dick felt hot, burning inside her. She was still whimpering, but it was softer, weaker. Her small body was just a rag doll under me, shaking with every thrust. The blood on her tiny ass mixed with my cum, making a thick, slick mess. It smeared on my thighs, hot and wet.
“Good girl,” I mumbled, my breath coming hard. “Fucking whore…”
I felt myself getting closer to cumming again. The feeling was like a fire, spreading through my gut. Her tight hole was pressing on my dick, making it feel so amazing, so raw. I pushed in deeper, grinding against her. She let out a small, choked cry, but I didn't stop. I just kept pushing, lost in the feeling.
I pulled out of her, the wet sound loud in the quiet air. Her ass was red and raw, bleeding more now. I could see the torn skin around her tiny hole.
I didn't care. Why the fuck would I?
I shifted, laying back on the cold, wet tombstone. My head rested on the rough stone, my dick still hard and pulsing. I pulled Hana over me. She was so light, so small. I guided my hard cock to her bleeding asshole.
“Now you ride me, little slut,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust.
I pushed my dick into her ass again. She whimpered, but I held her still. Once I was in deep, I put her tiny hands on my chest. "Push down," I told her, my voice hard. "Push down on me. Bounce."
She was too weak to do it herself, so I helped her. I grabbed her little hips and lifted her, then pushed her down onto my dick. She slid down onto me, a pained gasp escaping her lips. I started to make her bounce, lifting her up a bit, then slamming her down onto my cock. Up and down, up and down. The cold rain still fell, hitting my face as I watched her small body move on my dick. Each bounce made my cock go deeper into her raw asshole, tearing it more.
I kept making Hana bounce on my dick. Her tiny body, at just four months old, was a small weight on top of me. Each time she came down, my cock slammed deeper into her raw, stretched asshole. It was wrong, I knew it. So, so wrong. But it felt so good, so powerful. The wrongness just made it feel even better, like a secret pleasure no one else could know or touch. It was pure, raw fun for me.
“I own you… I fucking own you, slut.”
Her whimpers had stopped mostly. Now, only soft, broken gasps came out when I pushed her down hard. Her head lay back against my chest, her little face turned to the side, buried in my wet shirt. I could feel her small, light breaths on my skin. The rain was still falling, a steady beat on the tombstone around us.
My dick was throbbing inside her, hot and full. The friction was building, making my balls ache with pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer. The world outside of her tight asshole and my burning cock was fading away. It was just this, just her, just me, and the dark, wet graveyard. Every bounce, every slide, was pushing me right to the edge.
Then, I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled my dick out of her ass with a loud, wet sound. Her body went limp on top of me. I rolled her off, turning her facedown onto the cold, wet tombstone. Her small face pressed into the rough stone.
I knelt behind her, my cock still throbbing, ready for more. I grabbed her tiny hips, spreading her little legs apart. I pushed my hard dick against her bleeding ass. With a grunt, I forced myself inside her again, from behind. She let out a choked cry as I went in. I pushed her head down, grinding her face against the dirty stone as I pumped into her.
“Take it!” I roared, my voice raw and broken. I fucked her harder, faster, pounding into her with all my might. The climax hit me like a wave, a roaring, blinding release. I came so hard, filling her ass, feeling the hot liquid pour out and mix with the blood on the tombstone.
I pulled out, breathing hard. Hana was crying now, soft, broken whimpers escaping her. The sound, that weak, sad crying, made my dick twitch. It was starting to get hard again, already wanting more.
I looked down at Hana, her small body still shaking. I picked up the little dress I had taken off her earlier. It was damp from the rain and smeared with blood and cum. I didn't care. I pulled it over her head, guiding her tiny arms through the holes. It was a struggle to get it on her, but I made sure she was covered again, even though the dirty diaper still showed through the heart cutouts.
Then, I leaned down and kissed her. Her skin was cold and wet, tasting of tears and rain. It was a strange kiss, rough and wet, but it made something twitch in my gut.
I lifted her up into my arms. She was so light, like a feather. Her head rested against my shoulder, her breathing shallow. I turned to face the tombstone, still dark and stained.
“Bye-bye, daddy,” I mumbled, a twisted smile on my face. It was a sick joke, just for me.
I looked down at Hana, cradled in my arms. Her eyes were half-closed, long lashes wet against her pale cheeks. I lowered my head and kissed her on the lips again, a long, deep kiss. My cock twitched, hard and ready again, even after everything.
“I’ll rape you more when we’re home, Hana. Don’t worry, honey.”
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