Ten Little Monkeys

Tags: casual snuff, female, lesbian incest, loli / toddlers

Once upon a time, there was a woman who always had lots of baby girls whenever she got pregnant. In fact, at one point she had ten little daughters between the ages of two and five, all of them energetic and playful!

“Girls! Time to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With great difficulty, Mama rounded up all ten of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

That special wonderful feeling the girls got from their massages energized them, like the little monkeys their mama affectionately called them.

“You little monkeys can play for ten minutes, and then I’m going to come in here and read you your bedtime story, and tuck you in,” instructed Mama. “Try to get all those squirmies out before then, so you can sleep soundly.”

“I know,” cried Barbie to her sisters, “let’s all jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” replied the others.

So, all ten little monkeys climbed up on the great big bed they shared with their mama and started jumping up and down, right from Rosie, the oldest, down to Tammy, the youngest.

They were all having great fun jumping on the bed, until little Tammy slipped and fell off the bed! Tammy tumbled as she fell, and sharply hit her head on the big sturdy toy chest, with a loud CRACK!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Tammy has fallen and bumped her head!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Tammy only gave a tiny moan when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on a plain robe. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Please, call me Satu, doctor,” smiled Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Tammy! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and bumped her head quite badly!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has broken her neck. She is alive for now, but she will never move again.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, I must tell you, no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Understood, doctor,” replied Mama, breathing a little harder. “Good night. And thank you for coming over so quickly!”

Doctor Menta said, “Good night.” Then he hefted Tammy over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe. Once ready for bed, she clapped her hands together, and called, “Okay, girls! Your ten minutes are certainly up now. Gather around, and I’ll read you a story!”

“I want this one! This one, Mama!” cried Sylvie, holding up a book.

“Rachel and the Neighborhood Roast,” read Mama from the title. “Mmm–nice choice! I love how sweetly Rachel plays with the roast!”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.