Baby Blues  (Fb,nepi,infant,cruelty,abuse,snuff)

By Gally



     Vera Thompson had no family. She was adopted and 
emancipated at the age of 16. She had no real world 
experience, and no job so she lived off the state in a 
trailer park that was located on the edge of a large 
forest. She was fairly attractive with a slim figure, 
long red hair, and a C cup to boot. 

     Life was simple due to having nothing in life, but 
she made enough each month for her booze and cigerettes. 
She liked to go to parties and have sex with any guys 
that would take her. This was good enough for her until 
she had a baby boy, which she named Sam, at the age of 19. 

     She didn't know much about being a mom, and she did 
what she could. 

     One day a few weeks after Sams first Birthday, he 
wouldn't stop crying. Vera rocked him for what seemed like 
hours, and was beginning to get frustrated. On impulse 
she squeezed her arms around him tightly, making him 
struggle. 

     As he pushed his little arms against hers, he 
screamed louder in frustration, struggling even harder 
until he gave up - screaming and red in the face. 

    "Dont like that, do you? You little bastard!" she 
screamed back at him. 

     Though she wasn't aware of it at the time, the small 
amount of abuse excited her, making her feel powerful. 
Sam slapped his arm at her forehead, and she lifted her 
hand, slapping the little infant back in the middle of 
his face. 

     This (of course) made him cry more, but she was ok 
with this. She raised her hand again and slapped him a 
few more times in different areas. 

     Eventually, he tired himself out and started to 
sleep, letting out a small wimper every now and then. 

    "Oh no you don't. You wanted to stay awake, your 
gonna stay awake." 

     She took baby fat from his thigh in between her 
thumb and finger, and gave it a hard pinch. She grinned 
as he snapped his eyes open and wailed. She did it 
again and again, relishing the pain she was giving him. 

     After a bit, he was so exhausted and hot that he 
passed out. 

    "Sam. Sammy! Open your eyes..." She cooed as she 
lifted his eyelids open. 

     They blankly stared at the ceiling due to his 
tiring ordeal. Holding one eye open, she gently flicked 
the eyeball. It moved around a bit then grew still. So 
she flicked it even harder, which drew tired cries from 
the baby. 

     Almost immediatly, the white of it turned red, and 
a light bruise grew under the eye lid. She felt 
exhilerated, but also that she was going too far. So 
she kissed the boy on the head, and layed him down in 
his crib to sleep. 

     The next day, she showered him in affection. She 
had mixed feelings about last night, and wanted to put 
it behind her. She was making lunch which consisted of 
peanut butter on stale bread when she heard somthing 
fall in the livingroom. She walked in, and saw 
cigerette butts all over the floor. Sam had climbed 
the chair and knocked the overfull ashtray over. 

     Irritated, she briskly grabbed him and slammed 
him on his ass on the floor. 

    "God damn it Sam! Stay off the fucking table!" she 
screamed, slapping him hard in the head which tumbled 
him over onto his face. 

     He started crying, lifting his face up to hers in 
a defeated look of pitty. A small trickle of blood ran 
out his nose and down his lips. He started crawling 
over to her and she pushed him away with her foot. 
That feeling came back, she wanted him to pay for 
being an ass. 

     She looked at the butts on the ground and got an 
idea. 

     Vera grabbed her pack of cigerettes and lit one. 

     Bending down to his level, she blew her first few 
drags in his face. He coughed feircely, breathing in a
lot from his continued bawling. She looked down at his 
nipples and touched the red cherry to the left one. His 
whole body jerked up in pain as he let out an inhuman 
scream. 

     This was making her heart pound in her chest, 
nothing could stop her now, she enjoyed this high more 
than any other she got from drugs she tried. 

     She took a few puffs, and brought it down onto his 
right nipple, holding it there until it nearly went out. 

     The left nipple was red, but the right nipple was 
black. It started blistering, and pussing right away, 
and the screams from his rattled throat were blood 
curdeling. She reached down and gave it a tight squeeze 
and twist, making it soaked with puss as the actual 
skin from his nipple peeled off. 

     She smiled as she took off his diaper - revealing 
his tiny penis and scrotum. The mother reached down and 
massaged them, feeling so evil, but horny. She bent her 
head down - taking his button into her mouth. She pulled 
back - sucking on the foreskin when he started to piss. 

     Immediatly she pulled back, spitting it out. 

    "Fucker! I was gonna make you feel good, but now you 
can forget it!" she mocked and punched him in the sack. 

     Sams voice was raw as he continued to cry in agony. 

    "Do you even have balls you little shit?" She said - 
prodding around his scrotum. 

     She grabbed her purse, and dug around for somthing. 
After a few seconds, she pulled out the pocket knife she 
used for protection. She clicked the blade out, and 
stretched his sack as far as it would go. With the 
concentration of a surgeon, she drew the blade around 
the border, pulling off the loose piece of skin. It was 
bleeding pretty good, so she held the lighter to what 
was left and seared it off for the most part. 

     She didn't see any testicals, but there were a few 
small white cords going up into his body. She pulled on 
one and a tiny ball, the size of a pebble came out. she 
pressed it between her thumb and finger, popping it into 
mush. 

     Sammy was so worn out from crying he passed out 
again. 

     She decided to stop for now - although she knew 
there was no going back. She had already ruined her 
only son, so she was gonna torture him to the end, but 
she wanted him responsive, so she put a new diaper on 
and layed him in his crib. She wondered if he would 
even wake up, but was releaved to hear raspy whimpers a 
few hours later. 

     She walked over and pulled him out. It was obvious 
he was in great pain. Cradeling him in her arms, she sat 
down on the couch. She layed him down, and took off his 
diaper which stuck momenterily to the mess that was his 
ball sack. He cooed weakly as she ran her hand down his 
stomach to his penis. The burns on his nipples were 
pretty bad - his right one turned whiteish yellow from 
puss. 

     Her heart started pounding again. She grabbed her 
lighter and sat him up. Sparking it, she brought the tip 
of the flame to his nose. He tried crying, his whole 
body shaking as the flame went up both nostrils. She 
held it there for a few minutes, watching the skin turn 
red, black, then white as it began melting down his lips. 
She grabbed a wipe and pulled as much as she could away. 

     His face now resembled a jackolanturn, the two 
nostrils and septum gone, leaving only two blistered 
holes. He could barely scream, but his arms and legs 
flailed wildly. She took one arm in her hands and bent 
it back with a wet pop at the elbow. She did the same to 
his other arm, and laughed as his arms whipped 
unnaturally around. This gave her an idea and went to 
the kitchen. She came back with a heavy rolling pin. 
She layed him on the floor and pressed it into his thigh 
with a snap. She pushed down and forward as hard as she 
could, going down the whole leg, pulveruzing his bones. 

     The leg looked flat and moved around like a bag of 
mush when she wiggled it around. she took off her 
panties and started furiously rubbing her engorged clit. 

     When she was about to cum, she slammed her foot 
down onto his face, crushing it inwards, blood and 
brains exploded around her foot, pushing her over the 
edge and giving her the orgasm of her life. She squirted 
all over his dead body as it gave its final twitches. 

     Exhausted, she sat down, beyond belief what she had 
just done, body zinging with ecstasy and natural high. 

     After an hour or so, she got up and grabbed a trash 
bag. She put as much of the demolished body inside as she 
could and buried it in the woods later that night. As she 
lay in bed waiting to fall asleep after cumming 3 more 
times, she realized how sad and lonely she was. She would 
have to go out and get pregnant again, possibly have a 
girl this time. 

     Yes, a little girl. I can do lots of things to her 
little pussy she thought, smiling as she drifted off to 
sleep. 


The End