This is another excerpt from Lami Pi Productions.

Third Grade Kick-Fighters
by Regis

Jackson checked a second video in this hidden folder on his wife’s computer, and this one was set in a living room again, with the mandatory cover over the expensive carpet. This cover was stretched canvas, held in place by lead weights on each corner. The first thing Jackson noticed that was different was that there were 4 large batteries for the electric fence that defined the ring, instead of the usual one.

Together this heavy-duty power supply was capable of putting out a very high level electric shock on a sustained basis, easily enough to cook the meat of a girl if she was locked on to it in protracted contact. It also had the power to burn her badly if she remained in contact for even a short period of time. They might as well have used razor wire for the fencing.

The electric fence forming the ring was going to at the very least give whichever girl leaned or bumped into it a significant and very unpleasant jolt. Jackson wondered if these little girls would have the ability to get themselves off contact with a hot line, as the current would cause their muscles to quiver, and not respond normally.

With sufficient current, muscles would not respond at all. Any little bitch pressed against the wire would simply quiver erotically. Surely these ladies wouldn’t electrocute a little girl at one of their parties. He supposed anything was possible, considering the conspicuous enjoyment the young ladies got from the punishment their little girls were absorbing.


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This is unfinished work, unpolished and to be continued, but it should have some perks some of you might like. Feedback welcome :)

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Tatjanas fetish had always remained fictional. An exercise of the mind, fueled by written word, artistic depiction, and the occasional gory video footage you could find on-line, which she watched with fascination and forbidden pleasure.

What got her going was the fantasy of inserting things into and through her body. Not the normal way, how other girls would enjoy inserting something into an orifice or another. No, for her it had to be fullon impalement. Stories of Vlad the IIIrd, impaling his enemies on a field of stakes. Medieval depictions of gruesome executions, but also the odd accident where someone fell or got run through with the odd, long and pointy object.

But, although the object of such depictions might have been in encruciating pain or died a horrible death, Tatjana could imagine nothing but bliss at the thought of being in their place, feeling a foreign object invade, and possibly even traverse her body, while she jerked in blissfil orgasm.

This fantasy of course clashed with reality, as she found out the painful way every time she tried to push anything into herself any further than her body would allow. All she could do was stick the odd pole, be it from a broom or a ruler or even the handle of a toilet brush (a brand new one, not a used one) as deep as it would go in, and then masturbate to the pressure and slight pain that accompanied her imagining it going further. All the way...

Usually that was enough to send her over the edge, and most likely that would have been as far as her secret fetish would have ever goten, had she not met Sai.


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I've not really written Gore before this, so, hey. Hopefully it's decent. The first part is mostly non-con with elements of ryona, while the second is snuff.

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She had beaten one with her bare hands before, but this particular Faceless simply would not go down. Charlotte had hit it time and time again, but it seemed to have insane durability. Honestly, she was impressed. Not much could survive a blow from her at her best, yet this faceless kept coming back for more.

"I'll rip you in half!" she exclaimed, tired of dealing with the monster. Charlotte prepared what she hoped would be a final hit, taking the beast out for good. She leapt at the monstrosity, swinging with all her might. And she landed the blow! She breathed a sigh of relief, as she saw the Faceless drop.

Then, the warrior woman paused to catch her breath. That fight had been rough, and she wasn't sure she could handle much more of it. Suddenly, her back exploded in pain, and she flew forward, slamming into the ground.

The blonde groaned in pain and surprise, and turned back to look at her attacker. A second Faceless loomed over her, even larger than the first, and Charlotte desperately tried to gain her feet. She didn't want to think about what such a foul creature would do to her, if she couldn't fight it off.

She scrambled, trying to push herself up, but the monster slammed its fist into the back of her head. The force slammed her face-first into the muddy earth, and she lay dazed for a moment. Finally, she regained her senses and started trying to rise once more.

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Terminal Fist Butt-Fuck
by Regis


“I have to tell you," Billy told Jackson, "I have no problem putting the rocks to kids. Having a cuddly naked little girl lying with you in your bed, bouncing on your prick, or kneeling down screaming as you drill her up her asshole is fantastic, something you’ll never forget. Driving your cock into her until she screams while you hammer the head of her uterus with your rigid prick is an amazing feeling.

If you’ve never tried it, you should. Once pretty little girls are properly trained they always give amazing sex. Best of all, in nearly every situation, they have no idea who you are, in their eyes you’re just another dirty old man, so they are never able to come back and bite you.

“A buddy of mine has an operation set up on the top three floors of an adults-only condominium downtown. He takes in street kids, or ‘borrows’ them from homeless single mothers, cleans them up and trains them, and for $500 you can fuck kids seven to ten years old. Most of the kids are girls, but little boys can be had by those who favor them.

“That’s not all, and this is really over the top. For only $2,500 he’ll set up a client to off a kid in a special studio or in his special dungeon room, everything provided. I get there at least once a month, but I’ve never done a kid, I mean like killed her. I’m not into that shit. What I say is let the little cunts do each other.

“Let someone else do the dirty work, or even better, for my taste, let the little cunts do each other. I prefer watching that. Either that or have a client who gets off on that shit do her. Offing a kid is a badass thing to do, but it’s interesting to see. I’d never do it, but I’ve paid to watch a few times.

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Testicle Pregnancy: A Miracle of Modern Medicine

	

"Welcome! Welcome to Ordinary Daytime Talk Show!"

	

"I'm your host, Opal Winters, and do we have a show for you today!"

	

"Originally, we had an entirely different topic planned for today's episode. However, when we learned of an incredible new discovery, and the amazing people behind it, we knew that we just had to share their story with you immediately!"

	

"As I'm sure many of you know, the specter of cancer haunts nearly everyone's thoughts these days. It affects one in three people during their lifetimes, so even if you are fortunate enough not to be a victim of it yourself, you're sure to know people, probably many people, who haven't been so lucky."

	

"My first guest today is on the front lines of the battle against this deadly scourge. She is a researcher and scientist at the Geminine University of Medicine, head of their experimental cancer research laboratory, and, as you'll see from today's show, an brilliant woman responsible for one of the most fantastic, and potentially revolutionary, discoveries in modern times."

	

"So, please, help me welcome Doctor Jennifer Washington!"

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I was a 14 year old boy. Tall and lean. I was told I had matured quickly. I was lean but with a decent amount of muscle. Skinny, but not stringy. I spent nearly every day tending the fields with my father. My mother had passed when she gave birth to me. My skin was bronzed from the sun and body toned due to the nature of the labor. I had yet to experience the pleasures of a girl but occasionally I would sneak up to a particular cliff and watch girls who were slightly older than I was bathe in the pool below. It was magical. I would often rub myself while imagining kissing them. I wanted so badly to touch them, but while I was attractive, I was quiet and shy.

It was a July morning, when my dad woke me up early. "Wake up boy! We've got a summons to the castle." I quickly got out of bed and threw on some clothes. "Grab the wheat we've got in the barn and load it onto a cart." I did as I was told.

We made our way into the city and up to the castle gates. The guards were very tall muscular men. They were meant to inspire intimidation. On the front side of the castle was a grand stage. On the stage sat various instruments of public execution. There were gallows, a block, several impaling poles, and a guillotine. The guillotine looked modified from others I had seen.

We left our cart at the castle store yard and made our way into the main courtroom in the castle. Many farmers from all over were already there. From what I could tell it was a mass collection of supplies for the castle as a tax for using the land. I was much younger the last time we came and don't remember much, but I remembered staying overnight in the city.

We found a seat and shortly the proceedings began. A skinny bearded man was explaining to the farmers what was expected of them and was babbling on about percentages and numbers. My eyes wandered to the front of the room where I saw the king seated at his throne. He was a large angry looking man. To his right was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, the princess. She had long flowing hair, soft skin, large blue eyes, and a body that took my breath away. She had to be about 17 or 18. I must have stared for far to long because I noticed horrifyingly that she was staring back. I dropped my face immediately to the floor and flushed red in embarrassment. I slowly looked back up and she was still staring. Then, something unexpected happened... she winked at me and smiled. I dropped my face again in disbelief. Was she interested? Why would she do that? Was this a joke? I did not look at her again the rest of the meeting.

At the meetings conclusion my father stood and beckoned for me to follow. "Will we be staying in the city tonight father?" I asked. He told me we would, but would be leaving first thing in the morning. As we were walking out, a figure slipped out of the shadows next to me and pulled me in without my father noticing. I almost let out a yelp but a hand covered my mouth. My panic subsided when I noticed it was the princess.

She put her finger up to her face and made a "shush" sound. "Meet me tonight at the moons highest in the castle flower garden. The back gate will be open." She let go of my mouth and then kissed me. She pushed her body into mine and shoved me against the wall. Slightly taller than her, I wrapped my arms around her as her tongue slipped softly into my mouth followed by a nibble of my bottom lip. She giggled, and slipped away into the shadows. "Don't be late" I heard her whisper.

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Ch. 1

Rahul’s birthday gift
“Yes! Yes! Rahul harder, harder!! ”, screamed Sapna “OOH! Mom, here it comes!!” screamed Rahul. “Do it baby, fill your mother’s pussy with your hot, white spunk my son!” she screamed in throes of passion. Not needing anymore encouragement than that, Rahul emptied his balls into his mother’s overflowing snatch. As both mother and son came together, they kissed each other deeply, exchanging each other’s saliva. As they slowly calmed down, both were panting from the intense lovemaking session that they just had.
Rahul is a 21 year old guy. He is fair skinned, well built and muscular. He is studying electrical engineering at a college in his town, so he was able to live in his home. Sapna is Rahul’s mother. She is an obstetrician and gynecologist, currently working in the local city hospital. She is a fair skinned woman, 42 years old, fat, huge tits which were 44ddd in size and long black hair that flowed right up to her knees. Even though she is fat, she isn’t ugly. In fact, because of her beautiful baby face and huge tits, she looks like a bomb.
The mother and son pair moved to the city of dolcett nearly 5 years back, almost 3 years, after they had begun this phase of their relationship.
Lying down beside his mother, Rahul looked her in the eyes, “Mom are you sure about this? Absolutely sure, that you want to do this?” he asked her, as he slowly teased her huge, right nipple, from over the thin blue salwar that she was wearing. Sapna looked right back into the eyes of her son “I think I have said this a hundred times by now beta [son], I am sure about this.” “Knowing, that you might not survive the night, mother?” Rahul asked her. “You have already told me everything I needed to know beta, I am not going to change my mind about this.” she said, with a most determined look on her flushed face. “This is going to be the last time I ask mom,” Rahul said in his most serious voice, “I am ready son” said Sapna.
With an almost sad look on his face, he kissed his mother deep and said, “Goodbye, mother…” Suddenly, Sapna felt a pang of cold fear, “he might actually kill me…” this sudden realization took her unprepared. “Happy birthday son,” she said and then whispered “and goodbye.”
It was almost 6 months back, that Rahul, upon entering his room, found his mother using his PC. As he slowly tip toed into the room, in order to surprise her, he noticed that Sapna was watching one of the snuff movies that he had kept in a hidden folder. It was a video recording of a torture and snuff show at the local snuff club. In the video, a Caucasian woman, about Sapna’s age with huge knockers which were almost as big as Sapna’s, was hung by her tits. Her tits strained and stretched, trying to hold her entire body weight and had started turning purple. A man in a hood was slowly burning away the soles of her feet with a blowtorch, while the woman bellowed into her ball gag. Sapna had earphones on and she was watching wide eyed, clearly horrified at what she had found.
Upon noticing Rahul behind her, she suddenly turned. In doing so, she pulled the earphones out of the audio jack, resulting in the sounds of the video coming on to the speakers. Moving quickly, Rahul turned off the speaker and the screen. Not being able to think of anything to say, he said, “What are you doing home, back so early from the hospital, Ma?” Sapna looked crestfallen, as her mind kept going over what she just saw, she could only reply in silence… “Say something ma.” Said Rahul, as he moved towards her and tried to hug and kiss her. She pushed him away and walked out of the room, without saying anything. Later that night, as Rahul was being buffeted with feelings of immense guilt, his mother came to him, dressed in a thin nightgown. Putting her hand lovingly on her sons head, she bent down and kissed him. “Mom?” Rahul wasn’t able to comprehend her behavior at that point. “Shhh beta, just listen to me, ok? When I saw all those terrible things, which you had hidden away from me, I was shocked and terrified, yes. But I think the main reason I acted like that, was because, I think I was turned on by that too. So it’s not your fault. Will you forgive me son?” she asked with tears in her eyes. By that time even Rahul was in tears and the mother and son pair accepted each other, in loving embraces.
As the days went by, it became a habit for the duo to watch torture and snuff videos while they were making love. One day, after a particularly sweaty morning romp, Sapna asked Rahul “Son, have you ever considered doing those sorts of things to me?” at that time, a middle aged woman was getting strangled by her own guts on the screen. turning his head away from the tele and looking at his mother lying naked in his arms, he said, “I will never do anything you don’t want me to mom.” “But, have you ever thought about doing it?” asked Sapna, looking very excited. Turning his face back towards the TV, he said, “Yes I have. What about it mom?”
“Well beta; I want you to take me like that.” she said in her most casual voice. “What the hell are you talking about mom?! You know that I could never actually do something like that to you, I mean… You are my mother for fuck’s sake!!” She put her finger on Rahul’s lips to shut him up, “This will be your upcoming birthday gift from me to you, my dearest. For 24 hours, I will be your property and you can do whatever you feel like to me. I have to go to work now, don’t refuse your mothers gift beta.” Before Rahul could say anything else, she kissed him on his lips and then pecking on the head of his now flaccid cock, went to the bathroom to get ready for her job.
“MOM!” Rahul shouted, following her into the bathroom, “we need to talk about this” Sapna was wearing a translucent, red colored sari that morning. That, together with her wet hair, made her look like the Hindu goddess Parvathi. “Not now beta” she said putting on the white doctor’s apron, “we will talk more in the evening ok?” After that, putting on her spectacles, she left the house. As the day progressed, Rahul started to come around to the idea of torturing his mother more and more, but he was still determined to refuse her. Later in the evening, after both mother and son had returned home, they talked for hours on end and Rahul found out that his mother was completely serious. In fact, she was looking forward to it herself. As they made love later that night, he realized that he could never say no to his dear mother, no matter what she asked of him.

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The snuff movie entertainment park (cons, snuff)

"Hi I'm Tanya and I will be your guide through our park", the naked attractive bimbo with GG tits smiles at you. "The rules are simple. You can do whatever you want to every women and they all do whatever you order them to do. There are different studios with different settings. There is a filming crew in every studio for the technical stuff, eg. cameras, audio recoding,... and you can chose from an incredible large number of actors and statists to use however you please. I see you chose the Roman setting for your first scene, so let's go there".

The actresses for the big battle scene had already prepared and got dressed. On the one hand where the "Romans", athletic women with Mediterranean features and big boobs wearing nothing but having huge shields and sword as well as helmets. A centurion, even taller than the rest of them, additionally wore a fancy thing on her head and was shouting order in Latin. Following the order the "Romans" placed themselves in different formations. There were around 50 of these Romans.

On the other side of the studio were around 200 women from Germanic tribes, all naked, more than 6 feet tall and huge boobs. They had different weapons from axes to maces. They did not fight in formations or anything fancy like that, they liked to prove their manliness, eh womanliness by charging at their enemy without fear. As Tanya explained the numbers were chosen in a way that the battle was fair, the Germanic women had to make up their lack of discipline with numbers. They were preparing themselves for the battle by shouting and jumping, working themselves into a frenzy.


You walk over to the Germanic tribeswoman an ask one of them to suck your cock. She dutifully takes your cock into her mouth. You take the sword she lay next to her on the floor and just while your cock is in her throat you cut through her throat (below you cock of course). While cutting through her throat she makes gurgling noises and her feet start to trembe, but otherwise she dutifully holds her position. You throw her head into the group of frenzied German women, encourage them to fight like beasts and paint themselves in the now dead women's blood.

Via loudspeaker you also tell all women that they will be expected to fight until all warriors of at least one faction are dead, but when there is a loud signal ,they should stop in their track. Then you give the signal for the fight to start.


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I performed an autopsy on the body of ANILINE, CAROLINE L. at the Hospital for Tropical Diseases

In London, England on the date of October 31, 2009 @1430 HOURS.

From the anatomic findings and pertinent medical history I ascribe death to:

A: UNDISCRIPT RIBOSOMOPATHY

AS A DIRECT CONSEQUENCE OF

B: ANOREXIA NERVOSA

Anatomical Summary:

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Iris slowly approached the majestic creature, a big cat with a golden mane. She smoothed his black and white maid clothes and approached the lion, approaching slowly for caress him, making no quick gestures for not rushing him. When she placed his hand on the muzzle, the lion approached his head, rubbing against her. Then he stood up, revealing himself slightly smaller than her and he gently passed his large head against that of Iris, before giving him a little lick, while his fangs could tear it in an instant. Iris knelt down, running her hands through the soft fur, starting to rub the lion, laughing at his licks. She ran her hands all over her body and lion prides itself on that attention, rubbing himself to her, so that he overthrew her in his ardor.

Iris looked at him staying on the ground, waiting, breathlessly. The lion approached her and put a paw on her chest, which had the effect of causing breathe faster. the claws sprang of the paw and began to tear very slowly. Iris did not utter a cry, the lion is soft enough to tear her clothes without touching her skin. The claw went down her skirt up, the cutting through also. The lion raised his paw and Iris slowly undid the remains of his clothing, staying on the floor. The lion gently licked her body nibbling her neck, her shoulders and breasts. Obeying his signal, Iris stood up, putting on all fours beneath him, before revealing her neck, pushing her hair, leaving the lion plunging her fangs, making her moan of pain and pleasure.

Iris raised her buttocks, caressing the object of her desire from the beginning. The lion growled and the girl froze immediately. The lion released her neck and got up to put his paws on the shoulders of Iris, and brutally transfixed with his manhood. Iris groaned before to move for better welcome him in her, allowing her to move into her intimacy already wet with anticipation. An approver purring was heard and the lion began to move, making slow back and forth before to accelerate, making moan with pleasure as the claws sprang to his paws and to penetrate her skin.

Iris slumped forward, lion pressing harder on her shoulders. She knew that her shoulders were bleeding and knew that the lion was well enough educated for withdraw its claws if she were rejected him. But instead of that she will accelerate its movement , laying to the lion a new pace, to be more tired. The animal responded to his leadership, going faster in it. Soon she felt his semen fill her. She stood up again sligh

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"Hey little boy." The strange lady was tall and beautiful. Her skin was pale and her eyelashes were long and numerous. She wore black clothes, matching her straight silk, which draped over her big perky breasts. Her curvy ass was also large yet firm.

"Hello miss!" He was normally shy but started to grow very interested in her. She was always lurking in alleys and around corners. Sometimes they'd make eye-contact when he was with his oblivious mother in a coffee shop. Today hew wore his spider man t-shirt.

"Come home with me." She smiled. "I love spiderman."

"Oh, uh." He really wanted to, she was his crush. For that day and all eternity, as it would turn out.

"It wouldn't be a bad thing. Your mother and I see each other all the time."

"I guess she does know you. But I'm really supposed to come right home."

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Ehepaar

Jetzt bin ich 25 Jahre verheiratet, aber das hätte ich nicht erwartet!

Kam heute doch mein Mann, Max, von einer Geschäftsreise zurück...

Alles der Reihe nach! Erst will ich mich einmal vorstellen.
Ich heiße Gisela und bin seit 25 Jahren mit Max verheiratet. Das wissen Sie schon? Ach, ja, habe ich Ihnen ja schon erzählt. Wie alt ich bin? Tja, wissen Sie, das fragt man aber keine Frau. Na, was soll's, Sie können es sich ja selbst ausrechnen. Ich bin 48 Jahre jung und kann mich noch mit vielen dieser jungen Dinger messen, wenn's um die Figur geht. Mein Max meint, schon wegen meiner Zitzen würde er mich allen anderen vorziehen. Außerdem hätte ich eine ganz heiße Muschi und könnte ganz hervorragend ficken. Na, ja, er ist halt etwas deftig in der Aussprache. Auch in der Liebe hat er es lieber etwas handfest. Wenn er beim Ficken meine Titten bearbeitet, spüre ich das noch am nächsten Tag. Er packt dabei immer eine mit beiden Händen am Brustansatz und drückt sie so zusammen, als möchte er sie mir abzwicken. Und manchmal beißt er mich ganz schön in die Warzen. Wenn ich dann vor Schmerz aufschreie, kommt er sehr schnell zum Abspritzen. Was er nicht weiß, ist, was ich dabei träume. Das erzähle ich im besser nicht, sonst …
Ich träume immer, ich wäre im Folterkeller der Inquisition und ein Mönch in weißer Kutte foltert mich zum Geständnis.
Wenn Max dann eine meiner Euter drückt, so ist der Mönch gerade dabei, eine riesige Zange daran zu legen und sie mir abzuzwicken. Dann schreie ich auf vor Schmerzen, wie mein Max glaubt. In Wirklichkeit habe ich mich so in meinen Traum hineingesteigert, das ich vor Angst schreie...Es läuft mir eiskalt den Rücken 'rauf und 'runter, die Warzen richten sich steil auf und meine Votze krampft sich ruckartig zusammen.
Ich bin also eine heimliche Masochistin! Bis heute!
Ich hatte den ganzen Tag schon auf ihn gewartet, meine Votze wurde immer feuchter, nein, sie triefte vor Geilheit, wie immer, zwei Tage nach meiner Periode. Ich erwartete ihn - und besonders seinen heißen, harten Schwanz - sehnlichst
Und da kam er!

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If I was a dictator, my country would be isolationist, and very censoring, a bit like the DPRK. On the surface, we would claim to not want to get involved in world affairs, hoping to instead focus on the "best interests of our own people". We would absolutely not start any wars against enemy countries, nor would we act aggressively or vie for revenge if a country has wronged us. There would be no tourism, no immigration, no emigration, and no international embassies allowed. We would be the "mysterious country which forbids outsiders". I wouldn't even meet other world leaders in person, instead preferring to speak through advisors or via webcam, claiming to be for "security's sake."

The country's society would be divided into three parts: The Government, The Enforcement, The People. The Government is made of the people who run the country's politics, myself include. The Enforcement would be the armed forces, which would also act as the police force. The Enforcement would also include teachers. The People would make up the average citizens: manual labors and such.

The Government is the absolute highest caste of society, consisting of people hand-picked by me for the job. The Enforcement, as the iron fist of my rule, would have to be conditioned severely. Training would be absolutely brutal, to make sure no shirkers of duty slipped through the cracks. There wouldn't be mandatory conscription, as only those who are willing to escape the life of The People are necessary. Any dissent or disobedience is punished with immediate execution of said person, with their immediate family being put into a labor camp. Every 2 months, the least obedient person of a battalion shall be executed, either by person vote or the commanders choice. The quality of life in The Enforcement would have to be better than The People, no matter how much money it costs the government, or how bad the life gets for The People, as there would need to be a reason to join. The People are your average citizens, working mostly manual labor jobs like farming, sometimes working at more prestigious civil jobs, such as doctors. Every male 16 or older that can pass some sort of loyalty test can apply for a weekly People's Care Package, which would consist of a box full of basic foodstuffs like bread, water, meat, and some incredibly addictive drug to keep the people dependent and stupid, probably meth or heroin. Enough would be included for about three people. The People would live in incredibly cramped

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John Trimbell's eleven year old daughter, Trish, moped into the kitchen that morning and sat down with a sigh. He looked up from his paper and asked, "something wrong honey?"
"I really don't want to go to school today daddy."
He looked at her inquisitively, "It's Friday baby, just this one more day and then you're on the weekend."
He got up to pour himself another cup of coffee, and as he did she rose and slowly walked over to him.
"But dadddyy, you aren't going to work today." She almost whined at him.
"I have the day off and...." He cut himself off as he felt his daughter hug him almost sensually. He began to get hard as her little body pressed against his. She was just beginning to enter puberty, her chest was still almost completely flat and her tight pussy was just beginning to be fertile. He was noticing changes in her behavior as well, she was much more flirtatious with boys, and the looks she gave him made him start to think of her less as a daughter and more as a sex object. He tried to hide his hard on from his daughter, but she pressed right against it and unconsciously rubbed it, making him rock hard. She definately felt the bulge in his pajama pants, but pretended not to notice as she smiled up at her handsome daddy.
"Pleeeassseeeee Dadddyyyy???"
He thought for a second, "Alright honey, just this once."
She jumped up and down, "Thank you daddy, you are the best" and then gave him a kiss right on the lips, lingering just a moment too long.
then bounced into the living room.
John, couldn't help but watch her ass as she went. She had outgrown her nightgown an he could just see the bottom of her ass through it.
"Don't you think you should be wearing underwear young lady?" He asked.
She flopped on the couch, without realizing it that her night gown rode up to her waist giving him a clear view of her young hairless pussy. She noticed him staring and smiled, "It doesn't look like you mind daddy."

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Girls getting turned to stone, out of system of my other stories.

Magic Exists and It Can Be Petrifying

Everybody loves magic tricks. Young and old, boys and girls. There was a summer magic event at a Japanese town, where little Amy, or Eimi, had fun watching various magicians doing magic tricks. Unfortunately, she had to be back home until 5 PM, because her parents were worried about her 12 year old daughter. 'This is such a bother...' She thought at 3 PM as she was walking home, which was in another, smaller town. Her parents didn't know she would go to that magic show. She lied about that because they'd never let her go otherwise. 'My friends said they would be there...' But it turned out that they didn’t lie to their parents, so they weren't allowed to go. 'But it was so much fun! There were so many magicians!'

As she was walking through a suburb, nobody was there. They were either in town, or at work, or home having lunch or afternoon nap. But then she stumbled across a girl her age who was happily heading towards the town.

“HiiiI!” The girl greeted Amy. “Were you at the festival?”
“Yes, I was. I wish I could have stayed longer, but it was fun!”
“It would be even more fun if I was around.”
“What? Are you a magician?” Amy said in a surprised tone.
“Of course! Want me to show you some magic?”

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