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Here's another one, my goal I might have mentioned is to post something every weekend. it might be short, but SOMETHING :)





Vanessa Addams pleaded “Please Daddy? I’m a good girl, I suck you good, I’m a good fuck, I eat my broccoli, I get good grades and keep my room clean, please give me one more chance?” Her father smiled, patted her head. The chubby 4th grader was bound tightly to a chair with no bottom “Oh sweetie, normally I would, I don’t really CARE if you break a bowl. But you and your sisters have all been good girls, this isn’t a punishment, you just made it easy to choose who would ring in the new year for us. I still love you. Ready folks?” he called that last bit to their friends, gathered in the backyard for the festivities. It was one minute to midnight, one minute to the new year “ Let’s hear it for Vanessa, giving her all to entertain us!” The group erupted into good-natured laughter



“And here…we…go!!” her father leaned down and with 36 seconds to go, lit the 30 second fuse. Vanessa screamed and strained and wept, begging her beloved daddy not to do this, but it was WAY too late. The neighborhood parties were hosted at a different home each time, and each host was expected to do something to make it memorable. They had spent the afternoon packing the loli with fireworks, some big, some small, all types. Modern explosives had moved past gunpowder, it didn’t produce enough of a bang. The new stuff was more power in a smaller area. The fuse snaked up, burning her plump thighs, then diverging in two, one each protruding from her ass and pussy. “10..9…8…7..” her friends and neighbors gleefully counted down as Vanessa wailed “3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” and the burning ends of the fuses retreated into her body.



The sparklers ignited first, they had been placed at the enterances to her little body to keep the reaction going. They seared the delicate pink flesh they found, and that hurt like hell, but that was nothing to the Roman candles. The popping inside her colon was clearly audible to the group watching in entranced silence. Then the firecrackers, the explosions visibly pushing her belly and sides out when they went off. Then the big rocets, one after another. Vanessa screamed one more time, and a fireball came up her throat and burst agaisnt the roof of her mouth, giving her a moment of ‘dragon breath’. Another and another, the largest rockets eventually ignited, she had really been PACKED with fireworks, they couldn’t have gotten it all out without cutting her open even if her father had relented.



The neighbors had all been instructed to wear ponchos. When the largest rockets burst with nowhere to go, they blew chunks out of her. Bits of seared loli meat splattered the guests, and the popping continued. Her eyes vanished, the sockets suddenly full of fire, her belly burst, her innards fried down to charcoal. Her leg was actually blown off by one too close to her hip. Only when another rocket went up along her spinal column and blasted her skull apart did the explosions stop and the remains of the child go still. None could say for sure when poor little Vanessa had died, which explosion had finished her, and it was a subject of discusion and debate at many gatherings to come. One thing they DID agree on was that it had been a remarkable and memorable party, well worth the cost of one life….and that they wanted to see if the Jacobsons could top it. Easter was not the next party, but it was one of the big ones, and Aaron Jacobson was looking forward to the challenge. His daughter Suzie was not.