O D E D ' S    S T O R Y

An Erotic Story by Yonny Love

(c) All Rights Reserved - citruslove12@yahoo.com, 2005, 2006

(mf rom inc preteen teen mmmmm/m gay nc blackmail rape
snuff canib...)

ATTENTION!!! The Story that You are now about to read,
is NOT an easy reading. It is the Story, that I have
ALWAYS wanted to write - from the deepest Blood of
my Heart... It is, in fact, my Will.

And just in part, it is a fantasy. Just in part.

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* THIS STORY IS BEING WRITTEN ONLY THANKS                    *
* TO THE GRAND GODDESS OF ALL CREATION,                      *
* THE SUPREME WRITER FELICITY SAVAGE,                        *
* WRITER OF "HUMILITY GARDEN", "DELTA CITY"                  *
* AND "EVER". LONG LIVE, ADMIRED FELICITY!                   *
* BLESSED BE!!!                                              *
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PART ONE

Nogah was speechless; and so was I. What A Truck!!
It was almost as big as a train!!

And the keys were inside.

I mean, we couldn't even start to believe our luck!!

But, I think I would rather start it all from the
beginning, or else you wouldn't understand a single
thing now would you? So, it has all started a bit
over 16 months ago, just a little after both
my twin-sister and I turned 12. We were swiftly
beginning to develop romantic feelings towards
each other, and quite before we knew what was
happening, we were in bed, together, fucking for
joy like two viagra-stunned, sex-starved rabbits.
But, just like rabbits, we weren't the slightest
bit careful, and mom found us, one day, as I was
screwing Nogah from behind – meaning up her lovely
little ass (and she  s_c_r_e_a_m_e_d  with joy,
let me tell you!! It's a wonder we didn't bring
the entire bloody neighbourhood to watch us!!).
Mother's sentence was fast and heart-tearing –
I was sent to a boarding school at Pardes Hanna,
over half the way from Tel-Aviv to Haifa, and
my twin-sister and Lover was thereby been
ruthlessly exiled to another boarding school,
in Jerusalem; and she took all the necessary
steps to ensure, that we'll NEVER come home to
visit at the same time, no matter what. When we
tried to cry out against her decision, she slapped
both of us so hard, that it took DAYS for our
sore cheeks to heal afterwards; and she was
bare-handed.

And then, just like Hercules says, at the opening
of "Starship andromeda" (our most favourite
TV-Programme and The Best EVER, Mind You!!),
the long night, has come. I was becoming the
helpless subject of an endless humiliation, which
had been directed at me from several vicious,
ULTRA-violent boys, some were my age and others
younger, which had even, already quite at a
very early stage, came down to a boundless
sexual-abuse, which had partly based on their
sheer muscular advantage over me (as I had
never been "the physical type"), but, mostly,
simply upon blackmail, of All sorts: as I had
constantly believed, that if I'd only "behave",
as they'd put it, and obey all their whims –
they would love me for real, for who I AM. So,
after about 5 months, or so, of staying almost-
constantly at the boarding-school and not being
allowed to even TALK to my only sister, I would
let just about ANY BOY OVER THE AGE OF 10 to
rim his penis into my sore, ultra-violated ass,
fuck my mouth, and other, even worse physical,
and sexual, atrocities. And they'd use just
about every bloody opportunity they'd deem
appropriate to fuck me, shag me, rim it into
me, sometimes one-on-one, but mostly - a GOOD
deal more often – In Groups.

The meanest, cruelest, most vicious and most
Extremely VIOLENT boy was Har'el Gur-Aryeh –
an angelic-looking, sweet blond-haired,
blue-eyed boy, who was just a slightest bit
over his 11 birthday, when I'd first met him
in our room – I do still shiver to this memory:
we were all undressing for beds, for our first
night at the Tokeier Boarding-School (we were
6 kids in each room), and I was TOTALLY naked,
with my back to all the other boys (who were
viciously mocking me, for being so shy around
them, suggesting I was actually "a faggot",
a gay, and was attracted to them and wishing
to conceal it), I was SHIVERING with fear –
and, as I was real soon to find out, most
certainly not without a reason: Har'el –
who had also finished taking off all his
clothes – came right behind me, hugged me
from behind and started massaging his prick,
right against – AND INTO – the crack of my ass.

"Come now, Odedduna" (as he – and pretty soon
everybody else there, too – came about to call
me), "let good ol' Har'ellie give ya jus' da
thing ya need now... easy, we all Know ya
actually want it"... and he, along with all
the other boys, had burst out, extra-loudely,
in an uncontrolable evil, sadistic laughter.
"No!" I cried, getting more and more
Frightened by the second. "Pleeease!! Leave me
alone!! Let me Be!!" "Let you be WHAT?" asked
Har'el, in a mocked pretendence of caring –
and again, they all laughed. Har'el licked my
right ear. "ouch, who forgot to clean it?" he
asked, and one of the other four boys – Aryeh,
a religious boy I thought was a good deal
nicer – cried out, "hey, stick it IN him now
will you?" "d'ya hear 'em Odedduna?" asked my
tormentor 'softly'. "d'ya hear – THEY are
asking me to do this to you - blame THEM,
then – not me –" and

he stuck his member

I N . . . .

               *                 *

Once we'd crossed the 240 KM-/150 MPH, I'd
turned to look deep into my Lovely
twin-sister's pretty, hazlenut-eyes; just
like me, she was on fire.

"STEP on it, Odeddie", she fired her lovely
desire into a burning stick of words, and her
big, astounding wildest eyes had added,
wordlessly, 'and Please don't forget ME in the
process'... as if I'd ever wanted to, as if I
had possibly could.

So, with my bare left foot, I had FORCEFULLY
stepped on the gas, just as far as it would
ever go, while leaving the wheel and bending
towards my sister, both of us are closing our
eyes, for the Kiss…

For our FIRST REAL KISS, in a little bit over
sixteen most hellish of months.

We KNEW there would most certainly be innocent
pedestrians down our path, pretty many of them
actually, and that we'll probably end up
driving over the vast majority, if not all, of
them, but none of us gave a Damn Shit about
them. Fuck, the Hell with all of them!!

As finally, we were FREE!

We did not even pay attention, to the sounds
Of things crushing, against the front of our
monster-sized vehicle – we KNEW that they were
NOT just unanimated objects. But, hell, what
the heck – after all we've been through,
because of society's sick, twisted rules, it
WAS about bloody fucking time for them to pay.
NOW.

And, at final last, We Were FREE.

                  *                    *

I was brutally thrown against the sink.

"I'm gonna slain ya and cut ya throat!"
screamed one of Har'el's best Friends, `Ammi,
a 9 year old cruel, vicious boy. "you'll die,
you will. what d'ya doin', goin' tellin'
ev'ryone 'bout me askin' ye money? Ha?" And –
just then, when I had felt his knife start
touching the skin on my bare, unprotected
right-side collar-bone, I'd heard someone
entering the washroom: Har'el. After only six
weeks, I was already able to identify his
presence, even without him utter a single
word – for I had known the owner of my body.

"What's goin' on here?" he asked, coming to
my right and checking my tiny scratch. "You're
CUTTED! `Ammi, you're a DEAD man now!!" and he
went out, right after his paly, who was fast
to take off and run. "NOBODY's touchin' Oded,
got it ya son-of-da-whoriental BASTARD?!?
NOBODY, NEVER!!!" and then, he came back to
the sink – where I stood, completely motionless,
and shivered. "Nobody will EVER touch you,
odeddie", he promised, and – hugging me from
behind, unzipping his pants and throwing mine
on the flour, he added "no one – but me, unless"
- and HERE he stuck his grown, full-size member
as deep and hard into my bare ass, as he was
possibly ABLE to, "I'll be TELLIN' them ta hurt
you; got it, 'deddie?" and HERE, he kissed me,
forcefully chewing on my lips...

And I responded by kissing him back, eagerly.
I did not know, whether or not I would EVER get
to see my twin-sister again; I was alone, at
this very boy's mercy, in a boarding school,
whose management cared abosolutly Nothing about
brutal and sexual molestations among its pupils.
I had to rely on him, to keep away other, even
more life-threatening such bastards, like `Ammi;
and he was my lover, my owner, the chief reason
for my being alive.

               *                    *

Nogah sucked, Ever-so-Gently, my hard dick deep,
as deep as she possibly COULD in fact, into her
sweet Mouth - AND THROAT. My own Twin-Sister,
was deep-throating me... Where did she pick this
knowledge - I wonder, but - for that moment, had
felt pretty sure, that - I did NOT want to know.
Time for everything my Friends... and for NOW, I
should rather be enjoying our moments, these
first, sweet moments of Joy, Pure Joy, after
SUCH a long time of hellish, most bitter of
suffering.

'I LOVE You'... signaled to me her eyes, 'I LOVE
worshipping YOUR Big Cock BROTHER'...

And Boy was it Great, to FINALLY be with someone
out of LOVE, True LOVE, instead of fear, or
loneliness...

And, I LOVE shagging my Sister.:-))

               *                    *

And, after, we had made Love, for the first time
After our sweet, Joyfullest reunion, I had
Restarted the monster-truck's great engine.

As we were about to go hunting for food.

HUMAN food.



Tell me, have YOU ever come to taste a fresh,
Recently-hunted, still-WARM and still-BLEEDING,
HUMAN-FLESH??

Because, if Not – then you have absolutly
NO IDEA, as for how Much you have been losing
So far!! Just imagine – sweet, newly hunted,
Fresh human-baby's meat. I enjoy the veal best;
Nogah – the lever. And the both of us Love, Just
LOVE, the HEAVENLY Baby-Fat, taken either from
its chest, or from its soft, Not-yet fully-
developed under-arms. Babies, who are still been
breast-fed by their now-screaming mothers, are
our most favourite cuisine of all. The top
choice for our hungry stomachs, at any given
time.

And all of THIS great cullinarian knowledge
had just came to us that night, and during the
several ones right afterwards, as we have begun
our new, overly-exciting existence, as creatures
of the night – sneaking, stalking, right-
focusing just upon one simplest goal: killing.
For Joy. Our mouths had watered, already at that
very first of many sweetest nights, as I had
spotted, right from our hiding-place behin the
thick bushes, a young mother with her two babies
- one of them a sweet-looking toadler, of about
thirteen, or maybe fourteen months of age, and
the other a newly-born baby, who, most certainly,
was no older than two months At Best. Their
mother seemed very, very weak and tired, perhaps
quite a bit ill, and so it has very fastly turned
out to be quite obvious, she would NOT be able to
put in much of a fight. The only question
remaining was, whether or not had she been there
all by herself, or was there also another –
potentially stronger – person present. Nogah was
to find THAT out.


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` O D E D ΄ S   S T O R Y   

O F   H I S   L O V E   

T O   N O G A H

An Erotic Story (NOT for the faint-hearted!!!!)
by Yonny Love

Copyright © by the Author, 
hereby known as Yonny Love, 2006

Story Keywords are: mf inc bro-sis teen preteen 
rom extreme caution! snuff canib

CHAPTER TWO

GETTING INTO OUR DEADLY ROUTINE

The baby's roasted human-flesh was sweeter 
and tastier than I had actually expected.

When Nogah had just spotted the beautiful, 
attractive young lady – now laying dead and split 
into six different parts, consist of her four limbs, 
her torso + her sex & her neck and her forever-
crying, forever-begging-for-mercy head – I 
must admit, I did have some doubts, regarding 
my Lovely, gentle Twin-Sister's ability to 
actually carry out our plan, to seduce the young 
mother, brutally raping her, torturing and slaughtering
her precious little baby befre her eyes, killing her and 
having the baby for dinner, as well as the next 
morning's breakfast. But, as Nogah's actions soon 
proved, I did not need to worry even the slightest little 
bit; as my Lovely, sweet and gentle Sister, has also 
been a natural, vicious and sadistic killer, to whose 
bloodthirst I could only have HOPED, that someday, 
in the farthest and most-ever remote Future, I might 
be able to getting somewhat a little closer to something 
like match.

As not only did she carry out our entire plan, and not 
only did she do it – ALL OF IT – cold-Heartedly, and 
with an amused smile, all across her Lovely, freckled 
face – which my lips and tongue and eyes could 
NEVER have get enough off – she had even savoured 
the mother's and baby's pain, pleas-for-mercy and 
extreme suffering, and had actually orgasmed, time 
after time after time, while torturing the young baby, 
in ways I had hardly, emotionally AND physicly, been 
able to watch: her first act, was to slap him, HARD, 
on both cheeks; then, she had spit on his face, caught 
his two arms and –

forcefully 

TWISTED them, and

with ALL her might,

CRASHED THEM, AS HARD AS SHE HAD POSSIBLY BEEN ABLE TO.

That was when I had closed my eyes, turned around, and 
covered my ears, intently, trying NOT to listen to the 
baby cries of pain – which had, suddenly, died out… 
As my Sister – my Lovely, Gentle Twin-Sister, who was 
once so gentle a vegan, she could not even have seen 
a piece of meat, without crying her eyes out, after the 
poor cow – was, ever-so-Joyfully, CRASHING HIS NECK-BONE, 
WHILE LAUGHING HER HEAD OFF, ORGASMING WITH PURE JOY.

I had never seen her SO happy and satisfied before – 
not even, may I tell You all, while I was fucking her 
up her Anal shit-tube for the first time (an event which, 
as You may recall, had wildly sent her up, all the way 
up, till the 9th Heaven and back!).

And then, my dear readers – then we had ate this 
baby. All of it. The first of many, many more sweet 
babies and pretty little children, who were unfortunate 
enough, to cross our path – and have ended up, as a 
very, very highly nutritional meals, full of essential 
proteins.

Hey, why, are You shocked? Why, have YOU never 
eaten meat?

Then WHAT, the Hell, is the entire big difference?

I could never have comprehend it… And neither can 
Nogah. Would You be ever so kind, as to explain it 
to us? With some cute little pictures and enlightening, 
lovely pretty diagrams? We'll be thankful, I ensure 
You. Perhaps even ask You to….ahm….stay for 
Dinner?

(just had to make a stop, to grab another hot 
sandwich with………)

And then, after filling both our mouths, hungry mouths, 
with this DELICIOUS baby-meat (and fat, and 
BLOOD… Ah, his BLOOD!! DIVINE!!) – we turned 
to one another, just like always, kissed and frenched 
passionately, with our blood-filled mouths, tore our 
clothes away and made LOVE…

And when I had stuck, one of the baby's amputated legs, 
HARD into my Lovely Sister's tight, extremely sensitive 
Anus – THEN SHE CAME!!

                                    *

And thus, our Life have gone on, well hiden in the 
forest, filling our bellies with human-meat and our 
hearts with our endless, boundless and ever-so-growing 
Love & Desire for one another, and, from time to time 
– during the night – even venturing, into the nearby 
town, in our new, re-patrioted race-car – whose original 
owner was buried, dismembered, nine feet under one of 
our holly trees, her baby an excessively tasty 
delicatesse for our meat-knowing, blood-desiring wild 
jaws and tongues – with the lights off, crossing 
otherwise peacefull junction on red light, at full speed, 
chasing young cyclists and pedestrians, on roads and 
sidewalks alike, up to their "premature" death by our 
wheels and spreading terror wherever we went – 
ho yes, we shall make them pay!!!!

It had taken Nogah almost four months, before she did, 
for the very first time, broke out in tears and had, 
gradually and painfully, managed to mouth out, what 
those monsters at that hellish boarding-school for 
girls, had been doing to her, throughout those entire 
sixteen months, at every single day – and night – she 
had to stay there. As it has turned out, my ordeal had 
been practicly nothing in comparison.

"They had been horrible, `odeddy!! Horrible, 
monsters!!! I had just b – been  t-toy for them!!! You 
– You thought, what I d-did to that baby was – bad?" 
she looked at me straight in the eye, tearful. "Already 
in the – the first day, the t-teacher had forced me, to 
eat fish – I cried but all the other girls jus – just 
laughed at – just laughed at me an – and that, that 
follo-wing night, they ha – RAPED me!!" and here, 
she couldn't go on anymore… Just buried her Beautiful, 
SO BEAUTIFUL face in my chest, and cried and cried, 
while all I could possibly have done for her, was to 
carress her head ever-so-tenderly, kissing her hair 
lightly and telling her, over and over again, how much 
do I Love her and that, someday, we shall get even 
at them all; particularily, at our """mother""", for 
putting us in those hellish death-camps for the very 
first place.

Once, in one of our early night ridings-of-terrors, a 
police patrol had managed to spot us and turned to 
chase us; it had taken us quite a lot of tiotally-
breathless manuevering, before we had managed to 
lose them, and then, once we were safe in our forest, 
we had just broke out in an uncontrollable laugh, 
as well as in a raging, unstoppable yearning and 
crazy desire for one another – I had just JUMPED 
upon her, we tore each other's rags TOTALLY into scraps 
and fuck and fucked and fucked…

And less than 6 weeks later, we had found out that 
Nogah was pregnant. By me.:-))


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 ` O D E D ΄ S   S T O R Y   

O F   H I S   L O V E   

T O   N O G A H

An Erotic Story (NOT for the faint-hearted!!!!)
by Yonny Love

Copyright © by the Author, 
hereby known as Yonny Love, 2006

Story Keywords are: mf inc bro-sis teen 
rom les gay bi 3-some orgy extreme caution! snuff canib

CHAPTER THREE

THE MERRY BUNCH IS GETTING LARGER

My own Twin-Sister is pregnant. By Me. I am going to be 
a Father. A Father at 14!!

Not like we were putting our wild, erotic Funs at hold, 
or anything – ho, quite the contrary in fact!! The baby 
needs to be well-nutritioned – and what can possibly 
be better for him – or her – than the raw flesh of 
other babies?

And, if you ask Nogah and myself – Adrenalin flows, 
are just as good as Mozart… So…

Of course, do not let you mistake here – we do also 
enjoy greatly, eating parts of the babies' mothers – 
or big sisters, in case of such… Nogah claimed to have 
foreseen, that eating <ωημεϊ> is best, for supplying 
some of the most vital nutritional needs of young 
pregnantees, just as well, as eating testicles would be 
good for me, if only I'd cut my foolish objection to 
do so and start "eating like a man!", now that I am 
about to become a Father. But…

Eating those testicles, for me, reminded, far too much, 
of having licking them – and…

The pain was still present, very, very bad. And very, 
very harsh. Heart smashing.

But soon, however, many things were about to be changed. 
A greatest change, was right about to rain itself upon 
us both – and all for the Best:

We were hunting pedestrians, for what had seemed 
to be the zilionth time or so, when – right after Nogah 
had remarked, it was starting to get boring – when 
suddenly, we've noticed a Romantic cupple about 
our age, or just a slightly bit older, walking on 
the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, holding and kissing 
one another.

We have killed many such cupples. We do most 
oftenly take a most special pleasure at that; as, 
after all, did THEY tried to kill US, for Loving 
each other?

But, Nogah's remark had made me thinking. I pulled 
aside and asked her, winking slightly, jockingly, "so 
hey, what d'ya think – perhaps we'll try to see, whether 
or not they could be able to join our Life?"

Nogah had stared at me; what was I talking about? We 
have NEVER done such a thing!! It was us, the two 
of us, against all the entirity of the rest of the Globe; 
THAT simple.

But then, she shrugged, and just ever-so-lightly smiling, 
and slighly winking at me, she said, "well – why not; 
IF they could take it… otherwise, they dead".

I had been thinking just simiarily.

So, I started the engine again, drove a little and pulled 
aside next to them.

I have immediately noticed they were crying, both 
of them; and frightened. What have those monsters 
DONE to them??

You see, after you've been chased and hunted, beaten 
and persecuted for quite a long time, you CAN tell, 
once you've met other victims of the same atrocities; 
it is like telling the hair-colour, for us – as easy as 
breathing. And Nogah, of course, had noticed this, too.

"Hey mates! Wanna come up and join our ride?" 
She smiled at them full-Heartedly – and Nogah's Heart 
is ENDLESS, INFINITE.

The Boy shrugged. "Well, why not… Would You 
like to, `Idith?" he asked, tenderly and EVER-so-Gently, 
while stroking his GirlFriend's hair lightly, softly and 
caringly. "Y – yes, why not", she swallowed her tears, 
nodded and looked at me.

And then I knew.

From this point on, there shall be the Four of us; our 
days as Two are up.

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