Mr Custard's Kicks (M/f, snuff, necro, foot fetish, acid bath)

My clown name is Mr Custard. I was supposed to be a serious actor, but I ended up doing kids parties while I waited for the auditions that never came. I admit, it really pissed me off. Nobody, apparently, could see my innate talent for impersonation. I’m great at pretending I’m normal. Mr Custard is more an exaggeration of who I really am. Mr Custard is an asshole. He does all the naughty things he’s not supposed to do, but then he always messes up and ends up with custard all over his face. The kids love it. The parents are just glad for a bit of time- off. I never knew I was into little girls before I got this gig. Sure, I raped a high school girl once, but cute little girlies? Surely not. But the more time I spent around them, the sweet, flushed smiles on their upturned faces, the unexpected glimpses of the outlines of smooth puffy slits through strawberry patterned panties can do strange things to a guy. I looked at them and felt my cock rise. I thought about them when I was scanning the bars and alleys looking for lone, vulnerable women to snatch and hurt. Eventually it ate up all my thoughts ad the only way to get my head screwed back on properly was for Mr Custard to get his kicks.
I’d driven out of state to a campsite popular with families, with parks and lakes to explore and took to rambling round that way on days off. There were a couple of near-misses where I’d bumped into a pretty little thing and almost been caught by a parent or elder sibling not far behind, but patience is it’s own reward: I learned later her name was Alice Pendell aged four, but for my purposes she was perfectly proportioned in all the ways that mattered. When I got her bound, drugged body back to my bedroom and unwrapped her, her white, naked body was absolutely perfect: from the little pink nipples on her flat chest, the outline of her skinny ribs above a slight pot belly, then that beautiful, neat child slit between her young legs, and not to speak of Mr Custards favourite delicacy, a pare of sexy little girl feet. Alice’s s sleeping face was angelic, framed by reddish, blonde hair held in place with daisy hair clips.
I photographed her sleeping nude body, front and back, for she had the cutest little girl bottom, so smooth and alabaster white beneath her discarded teddy bear panties. She began to wake up as I licked and kissed her body all over, putting her little hands around my cock, letting my snail-like pre-cum trail across her tummy.
When I was ready I took a length of nylon cord and wrapped it around her neck. She was too sleepy to properly fight, only to wriggle and writhe and finally grunt as I strangled her. Life doesn’t get much better than this, thought Mr Custard as Alice’s child eyes looked up at me in confused panic, her little pink tongue pushing out between her lips as I called her a piece of shit little whore.
Easing up on her neck a moment I pushed between her legs and slipped her ankles over my shoulders. A small fountain of pee came out as I put the swollen purple head of my cock to her plump labia and pushed in a short way. I wasn’t going to get my man cock into a four-year old vagina, let alone her tight botty hole, oozing a little girl poop now, but still I enjoyed her hot meat flaps. I squeezed as far as I could.
Once more I grabbed the ends of the nylon cord and pulled until her screwed up tearful face turned blue and her little feet which shook and kicked feebly became floppy. A the light faded from her eyes and she looked up at me with such a sweet, glassy stare I spunked inside the entrance to her baby cunt and semen oozed and gave a delicious sucking sound.. I collapsed on top of her and spooned her gorgeous little body.
After a few minutes, I stroked her hair and began kissing her cheeks and lips, tasting her soft tongue and feeling my cock swell as I looked into those lifeless baby blue eyes, I studied her freckles and her sweet shell-like ears, kissed her tiny pink nipple buds and then down to her gorgeous little feet. Holding her delicate ankles I stroked her smooth soles, the delicate arches, rosy round heels and pudgy flesh where the toes met. A few minutes of heaven while I sucked all her juicy little toes and after manipulating her small feet around my man cock, spunked all over her sexy kiddy feet.
When I had finished playing with her I carried her to the bathroom and put her face down in the porcelain tub, her feet upended so I could continue to look and stroke my cock to them during the next procedure.
Carefully having applied rubber gloves, apron and goggles I brought in my large bottle of hydrochloric acid which I then poured liberally into the bath over the little girl’s nude, dead body. I kept watching as she fizzed and began to dissolve, something so hot about her perfect body being turned into a meat soup while her lovely petite four-year old feet hung over the side, so sweet and delicious. When after a few hours most of her had broken down into sludge only her for-legs remained poking out. I used an electric meat knife to remove them to pump more Mr Custard over while Alice’s guts drained into the sewer system. Now Mr Custard has a taste for such things, how many more cuties can I dispose of?