My Obsession
Snuff, Necro, Dismemberment, Incest, Love, Obsession, Rape, Underage, Pregnancy, Romance

Chapter 1

It was a typical student party on a Friday night. The music was loud, the beer was cold, and my best friend Babette was right there alongside me, looking as beautiful as ever. With her long, blond hair, slender body, and those irresistible blue eyes, she truly was a sight to behold.

Now, I had known Babette for years, and we were very close friends. I had always been obsessed with her body, and I often jerked off to pictures of her. But this time, I decided it was high time I fulfilled my twisted fantasies.

"Hey Babs," I said, leaning over and shouting over the music. "You know how you trust me, right? Well, on our way home from here, I have a surprise for you."

She smiled coyly, but I could tell she was intrigued.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I nodded, and then we left the party in my car. Once we were on our way out of town, I pulled over to a secluded part of the park, hidden away from any prying eyes.

As soon as she got out of the car, I grabbed her arm and forced her into the bushes, where I pushed her down onto the damp ground. She struggled a bit, but not enough for it to be truly satisfying. I wanted her to know that she was at my mercy now.

"What's going on, Matthijs?" Babette gasped as I pinned her down. "Why are you doing this to me?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, still believing that there was no way someone as pure and innocent as her could ever be tainted by someone like me. But I knew better. As much as I loved her, I also hated her for keeping me at arm's length all these years. And now, it was time to pay the price for my obsession.

"But Matthijs," she stammered, "we can't stay here overnight. We have to go back to the party."

I shook my head. "No, we won't be going back to the party," I said softly, but with a growing intensity in my voice. "Not yet."

With that, I pulled her towards me and began to undo the buttons of her thin blouse. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening.

"Matthijs, no!" she cried out, trying to pull away from my grip. But it was too late. I had already made up my mind. And now, I would make sure that she paid for all the years I spent pining after her.

I pulled down her pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing her tiny, fragile body to the cool night air. She whimpered at the exposure, but I ignored it. Instead, I focused on the task at hand - claiming her as my own.

"You're mine now, Babette," I whispered softly into her ear, my erection pulsating against her fragile body. "And no one else will ever get to touch you."

"You're hurting me," she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Please, make it stop."

I didn't listen to her pleas. Instead, I continued to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. Her tiny tits bounced up and down with every thrust, and her eyes were filled with pure terror. It was the most depraved and dirty act of lovemaking I had ever experienced.

With that, I pushed myself deep inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me as I began to fuck her with a savagery only matched by the burning desire to claim her as my own. She cried out in pain, but it was a sound I welcomed - a sweet symphony of her terror and helplessness.

"Please, Matthijs," she cried out, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. "You can't do this to me!"

But I only laughed at her feeble attempt to stop me. "Oh, you have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you, my sweet Babette," I said, my words drenched in pure malice.

I began to fuck her harder and deeper, feeling the wetness between her legs as she struggled against my grip. Her tiny tits heaved up and down with each thrust, a sight that only served to fuel my desire for her even more.

"Please," she cried out again, tears streaming down her face as I continued to fuck her with a brutal ferocity. "I'll do anything, just please stop!"

But I had no intention of stopping. Not now, not ever. As much as I loved her, I also hated her for keeping me at arm's length all these years. And now, it was time to pay the price for my obsession.

With a savage growl, I pulled out of her wetness and looked down at her fragile form lying beneath me - a mere plaything for my twisted desires. And as I unleashed my true intentions for her, she screamed in horror as I began to hurt her in ways no one else had ever dared to before.

"Please," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face as I pumped into her fragile body, leaving a trail of blood and pain in my wake. "You can't do this to me!"

But I only laughed at her feeble attempt to stop me. "Oh, you have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you," I said, my words dripping with malevolence.

And as I continued to hurt her - to break her down into nothing more than a mere plaything for my twisted desires - I couldn't help but think about how much I loved her. About how much I wanted her to belong to me and only me. And as I continued to hurt her, she screamed in pain, her tiny tits heaving up and down with each cry of anguish.

Finally, I decided it was time to move on to the next phase of my twisted plan - to truly claim her as my own. As I looked down at her broken body, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved her body. About how much I wanted her to belong to me and only me.

And as I brought her closer to me, our bodies now entwined in a twisted dance of domination and submission, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. For in that moment, I truly felt like I owned her - not just as a lover or friend, but as a true master.

"You're mine now, Babette," I whispered softly into her ear, my erection pulsating against her fragile body once more. "And no one else will ever get to have you."

With that, I pulled out my saw from my backpack and painfully slow cut off all four of Babette's limbs. Her screams were music to my ears as she fell onto the grass, writhing in pain. But that didn't matter; I had her now. I would never let her go.

I picked her up with one arm and carried her limbless body back to my house, where I placed her on a table in my living room. She was still alive, albeit barely. And as I lay down beside her, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. I had taken something so pure and innocent and turned it into something truly wonderful.

The next few years were full of obsessions. Her skin, my god, how it glowed under my touch. I couldn't get enough of caressing every inch of her body, especially those tiny tits of hers that looked so fucking innocent yet so sensual in their fragility.

One night, when I was about to drench her again in my cum, I paused. My hand went up to her face and I felt the softness of it. Her eyes were wide open, filled with fear but also, oddly enough, some kind of excitement. "This is your new life, Babette," I whispered softly into her ear before I dove into her perfect ass once again.

Babette didn't resist my advances anymore. It was like she understood that this was her fate now - to be a limbless sex toy for me. Over time, she stopped crying and started accepting the situation. Her eyes grew less scared and more eager when it came to my advances.

One day, I realized something: Babette, the fragile virgin girl with no sense of pleasure in her cunt, was now pregnant. A smile spread across her face when she noticed me looking at her belly - it was a happy moment for both of us. She would give birth to our daughter soon enough - and that thought made my cock even harder.

Babette had a daughter, who looked just like her. But unlike Babette, this little one grew up in a naked household with a mother without limbs and me, her father who fucked her daily. I remember how she looked at us, all curious and innocent, but mostly naked and ready for more.

"Daddy, can we play now?" she would ask, as I was burying my dick into Babette's pussy one last time before taking care of our little girl.

"Sure honey," I replied while pulling out of Babette. "Why don't you go play with your mommy now? I want to make sure she's ready for me."

She smiled back at us, her eyes wide open and her chubby little hands reaching out to touch my softening cock before she said, "I love you both very much, Daddy."

Then she went over to Babette, who was lying there on our bed, her body trembling from the aftershocks of our lovemaking. She reached for our daughter's face and gently kissed it - a sign that she was accepting the new reality we had created for all three of us.

With a smile on both their faces, they climbed into bed together, cuddling in each other's arms. I leaned back, watching the two of them - my perfect Babette, now a mother to our child, and our innocent daughter, growing up naked among her family…

Chapter 2

It was our daughter's 8th birthday, and she had already learned the naked lifestyle. She was growing up faster than I anticipated, but it was worth it. Now, we could all enjoy this new life together.

I decided to give her one last "gift" on her special day: my cock. As we fucked her tiny pussy one more time in front of her mother Babette, I couldn't help but feel the warmth of our love growing stronger.

After a while, our daughter had an orgasm, something that hadn't happened to her before. Her body trembled as she felt my cock deep inside her. Her eyes were wide open - much like when we first met in the wild - but now they held a different kind of excitement. She reached for Babette's face and said, "Daddy, this is the best birthday present you could have given me."

Babette looked at our daughter and wiped away her tears. She knew that it was time for this part of their journey to end.

"I love you both very much," she whispered before letting out a sob as she watched our daughter squirm on the shaft of my cock. "I'll miss her so much."

I looked back at Babette, my eyes filled with tears. "I know, my sweet love," I replied softly, "But this is what I need to do."

"Daddy, will it hurt?" Our daughter said as she reached up and grabbed my hands, her voice suddenly full of sadness and fear.

I nodded solemnly, wiping away my tears as I pulled out of her body for one last time. As I did so, I felt a surge of love and pride course through me - I had created life, and now I was taking it away.

"Goodbye, little one," I whispered into the open hole where our daughter's pussy once was. "May you find peace in the next world."

Then, with a single, swift motion, I slit her throat - feeling the familiar rush of endorphins as I watched the life slip away from her eyes…

I watched as Babette slowly lowered her head to our daughter's belly, then up towards her neck. Then, she kissed my daughter's cold lips one last time before turning to look at me. Our eyes met, and in that moment, we both understood - this was the end of a chapter, and the beginning of a new one.

The next few minutes were a blur. I could hear Babette sobbing softly as she held our daughter's limp body close against her breast, tears streaming down her face. And then it was time to cook…

I carefully removed the pieces of our daughter from her tiny body - each piece a testament to the love we shared. With a sense of purpose, I cooked up the remnants of our daughter's vagina and ass as we sat there in the dark. The scent of her flesh wafting around us, mixing with the aroma of my own cum on Babette's body…

Finally, I turned to face my love. "I love you more than anything," I whispered softly, tears still streaming down my cheeks. Her eyes filled with a depth of love that could only come from sharing such a unique journey together.

"And I love you back," she replied, squeezing my hand gently before looking over at our daughter's body lying limp and lifeless on the bed beside us. "We've created something truly special, haven't we?"

As I looked down at our daughter's lifeless form, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. She was gone now, but in her place, we had something far more precious - a love that knew no bounds, and a future filled with endless possibilities.

And so, as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I lowered my daughter's tiny, lifeless body on my cock one last time. I fucked her with a love more intense than I've ever felt before. With tears streaming down my face, I whispered softly into her ear: "Rest well, little one. You were always my greatest creation."

Then, with a final, gentle squeeze of her small hand, I let go - freeing us both to embark on the next chapter of our lives together…