Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in my hand. “A FIVE?” I asked. “My God Karen. She’s only 4 years old! I only needed a three, for YOU!” I was almost crying.

Karen was crying. After all, the little girl was HER daughter too. Still she nodded, before replying. “You love her too much,” she said. “If you go in there and can’t get it up. . .”

I gave up. My daughter knew me too well. The thought of what would happen, if I failed, was too terrible. Not only Suzy would die, but I would too. And along with me, any female relatives that my brother couldn’t fit into his already overworked schedule. Ever since our father got killed in the big fire, too far gone for even the plague-bots to save, Brian and I hadn’t had a decent vacation for three years. At least, we had managed to save all of our immediate family, only losing one cousin to the plague. We might have been able to save even her, if we had known Daddy was going to die in time. I shuddered, and took the pill from her hand.

“Remember, don’t take it, until the door is shut,” she reminded me. I shuddered again, at the reminder of what might happen if I did. I didn’t want to enjoy the wrong woman (girl). Not that Karen would object if I took her, but if Suzy didn’t get what she needed pretty soon. . . I nodded.

“Make sure the room is sealed,” I said. This time it was Karen’s turn to nod. We all knew the drill. We’d soon be dead, if we forgot. I entered the “safe” room.

Unusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe. The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old safe, as a “safe” room. Funny isn’t it? One thing for sure, I’d never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK. Not with three-inch thick steel walls. We didn’t even need soundproofing like most “safe” rooms, as the thickness of the walls precluded the need. I felt the pressure change, as Karen shut the door, and the life-support system took over. There was a final-sounding “thoom,” as the big door sealed. I knew there would be no exit now, for three hours. By which time, either everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be dead. It was a sobering thought. I looked over at the little girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack. Only four years old. She hadn’t even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet. The crying shame, was that she was so precocious in so many ways. She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be precocious in this manner also? I took what might be my last sane, loving look at my little daughter, sleeping quietly in her restraints. The blackout hood absorbed every trace of light, so as far as Suzy knew, the room was in complete darkness. She had obviously been sleeping for some time.

I let my looks linger over her small body one last time. How could a man get excited at this? Smooth boyish hips. Not even bumps on her little chest. Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS precocious. Her tiny little slit wasn’t even tempting. She looked almost sexless. I knew, that in a short while, my viewpoint would change drastically.

I wanted to go over and kiss the little girl one last time, and rebumure her, but I didn’t dare. Time to go. I popped the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with milk. Then I stood, and waited. I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its way down my throat. The new fast-acting pills made it easier to take. I shuddered for one last time. A Five!

Suddenly, I remembered. I had better hurry, before it was too late. I barely managed to strip my clothes off, tossing the last sock into the bin, when the pill (or the nano-factory actually) hit me.

Suddenly, I was no longer scared. I was a MAN, and I knew what needed doing, and I was going to DO it. I looked over at the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure. GOOD! She couldn’t move, so I wouldn’t have to worry about getting hurt by flying fists, or raking nails. (The thought, that it would be harder to hurt HER, if she couldn’t be bent out of shape, didn’t occur to me.) I went over, and sniffed at the child’s crack.

The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was what I needed. I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the desert would go for ice-cream. The pheromones emanating from the little-girl body almost drove me insane. (Of course, I WAS technically insane at that moment anyway.) It was definitely the “right-time-of-month” for the little-girl/woman. (Somewhere in the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.)

I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the little girl’s slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet juices, before I lost control. My slobbering must have woken Suzy up.

“Daddy?” she asked, hesitantly.

Thank God for the pill. I was unable to answer intelligently. I let out a loud, “Grraauuugh!” My arousal had reached a point, where I HAD to do something. I grabbed my engorged male reproductive organ, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little hole that I had been slobbering over. It wouldn’t go.

My drugged body couldn’t believe it. I tried again, pushing harder. Surprisingly, the little girl didn’t resist, and actually pushed back! It still wouldn’t go. I don’t know what would have happened, if Suzy hadn’t spoken up, not in pain, or fear, but sensibly. “Lube,” she said.

Even my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this. In my neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all lubricated BEFORE I took the pill. Luckily, the tube was right to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my male reproductive organ, and barely as an afterthought, on the little girl as well. This time, when I pushed, my male reproductive organ started in.

I looked down, at where my big male reproductive organ was entering the little-girl body. Eleven and a half inches of male reproductive organ were somehow going to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you subtracted a foot and a half for her legs. . . My male reproductive organ was going to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt proud, that I had such a big male reproductive organ. The contrast was something.

“Aghh!” gasped Suzy, when my male reproductive organ first entered her. Then gasps and whimpers as I went deeper. Next a loud, “Ow!” as I broke through the remnants of her hymen. Her cousin had been too small to complete the job. I pushed in still deeper, until over four inches had penetrated the child’s body, and I was at the end of her woman's genitals. By this time, Suzy was crying steadily. I could see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her woman's genitals, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside. I was proud of myself. Not many men could tear a girl, just by sticking his male reproductive organ inside her. I couldn’t wait, until I got it all the way inside!

This goaty thought, was enough to make me climax for the first time. My overexcited male reproductive organ began spewing baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl’s woman's genitals. Knowing that she could get pregnant was an extra thrill. I imagined the little girl’s belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even harder trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl’s tiny belly.

As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little girl’s woman's genitals squeezing on the end of my male reproductive organ made me want more. I needed more! I pushed more of my male reproductive organ into my daughter’s tiny little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy screamed! Ahhh! It felt soo good! Another 3 inches of my male reproductive organ slid into the tight sleeve. By now, it was clear up inside the little girl’s womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her. I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in. Suzy screamed again. Boy that felt good! Out, and In again. More screaming from Suzy, as my male reproductive organ went even farther inside. By now, 2/3 of my male reproductive organ was buried in the little girl’s belly. The screaming intensified, as I pushed in even harder. I was going to plant the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl’s belly as I could. Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore a little each time I pushed forward. The little girl’s screams were becoming bumociated in my mind, with the pleasure I was getting from the little girl’s body sliding down my male reproductive organ. I had to get the rest in! Grabbing the little girl’s hips, I pushed forward with all my might, as I pushed my male reproductive organ up into the little girl, like a man coring a pineapple. There was a final tearing sensation, and all but the last two inches of my male reproductive organ slid up inside my tiny little daughter’s torn belly. I could feel the little girl’s liver move out of the way, as the tip of my male reproductive organ forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating her chest cavity from her stomach. I could feel the little girl’s heart beating wildly against the head of my male reproductive organ, as I forced the last two inches up into and THROUGH her diaphragm!

Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much. I was somewhat disappointed, when the screaming stopped, as I had begun to bumociate it with the pleasure. However, the feeling of the little girl’s heart beating against the tip of my male reproductive organ, while her lungs mbumaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure that I felt it was a fair exchange.

I began spewing still another load of sperm inside the little girl. Only this time, it squirted against the little girl’s heart and lungs, from the inside.

I worked my male reproductive organ in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of the little girl’s bare woman's genitals rubbing against the base of my male reproductive organ while her whole body mbumaged the length of it, like a sock drawn on over my foot.

After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me with the same pleasure. It had felt so much better, (and tighter) when the little girl had been screaming, and fighting back. I still needed more release! Three times now, I had ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl’s body, but I needed at least two more. Hurriedly, I withdrew from the child’s woman's genitals, and forced my swollen member up the child’s defenseless bum.

Suzy would have screamed again, I’m sure, if she had still been conscious, as my 11-inch male reproductive organ slid up into her poor little rectum. The lubrication of my sperm, and her blood made it go in easily, and it wasn’t until the last three inches went inside her, that I tore open her intestines, and forced my male reproductive organ the rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the same hole as before in her chest cavity. Pulling the little girl’s body on and off my engorged male reproductive organ, I jacked off inside her, enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured my self in her. This was great. This was what a man was FOR! I ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside the little girl’s torn body.

After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall. I needed MORE stimulation! Removing my male reproductive organ from her ravaged behind; I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried to insert my blood, sperm and ****-covered male reproductive organ into the child’s mouth. It wouldn’t go, more than an inch, before slamming against the back of her mouth. I was frantic now. I had to get inside her! Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood, and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing. They weren’t designed to stand up a 200 pound man’s frantic yanking though. Intentionally so; as I would have mashed her head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the straps.

Yanking at the girl’s head, I bent it backwards, and forced my male reproductive organ down her throat. It STILL wouldn’t go far enough. Yanking even harder, I bent the child’s head backwards even farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely hearing the sickening “snap” of her neck. The shudders of the girl’s lower body suddenly ceased. I didn’t notice. I finally had managed to push my swollen male reproductive organ down the little girl’s throat. Her gasps for air, stimulated my male reproductive organ to new heights. God it felt good!

Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my male reproductive organ down her throat, into her windpipe! This was wonderful! The girl’s body began thrashing, as the air was cut off. The suction on my male reproductive organ was incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air. I began spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl’s lungs, as her body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still.

For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last sticky drops of great times flow from the end of my male reproductive organ, coating the inside of the little girl’s now quiet lungs. Finally, satisfied, I withdrew.

I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before. I had proved my maleness on this insignificant female form. I was magnificent. I was a MAN! I was. . . . I was. . . . I was a man who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old daughter.

I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of my little girl. Blood, ****, and sperm were everywhere, somehow accentuating the innocence of the tiny body. Now that the pill’s effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove the child’s restraints. I did this, and then picked up the rag-doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew that too much time had pbumed to help her now. I wondered just how I was going to explain that, to Karen. Carefully, I wiped the little girl’s face clean, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that dripped out. My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint, “beep”.

It couldn’t be! I had strangled the little girl with my male reproductive organ for over 10 minutes. I knew it! Still, hoping against hope, I looked over at the monitor. “Beep.” One minute and 20 seconds. One minute and 22 seconds. 23. 24. 25. “Beep.”

A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-water. The time-dilation. I had forgotten the time-dilation! Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a period of months took control of my body like a robot.

“First check for arterial bleeding. If necessary tie off the artery with whatever comes handy. Just don’t tie it around the victim’s neck! (Ha ha.)”

Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all other measures. I ignored the broken neck, that made the little girl’s head flop like a dead chicken. No sign of the heavy flow that a broken artery would have produced. “Beep,” went the monitor. One minute 35 seconds.

“Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest.” I shivered, as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little girl’s body earlier. Still, I didn’t think I had damaged her lungs. “Beep.” One minute 50 seconds.

“Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any fluid from the victim’s lungs.” I shuddered, as I remembered just how much thick sticky great times I had ejaculated inside the child’s lungs. My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on her back. I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously broken arm, as I did so. Only a small amount of drool, and great times dripped out. “Beep.” Two minutes 10 seconds.

“Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask clipped to the side of the tie-down table.”

Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to administer to a child of Suzy’s size. I mentally thanked Karen for doing her job. Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of oxygen in the little girl’s lungs, making sure the chest rose. Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I fell into a rhythm. As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the other. “Beep.” Two minutes 40 seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage occurs.

Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Using my free left hand, I placed the patches in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I got the last patch attached, and hit the “RUN” bumon on the heart-monitor. “BLAAAAAT!” Hastily, I removed my hands for my daughter’s body, while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working. “Bee…” 0 minutes 0 seconds. From the monitor. Blip, Blip, blip-blip, blip, blip, blip. My daughter’s heart was beating again.

I was crying again; and not in the least bit ashamed, as I watched my daughter come back to life. Already, the plague-bots were doing their intended job, and repairing the terrible damage that I had inflicted on her. As I watched, the tears in the skin around her woman's genitals slowly closed, and the skin knit back together. I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed; as the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me. Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a close relative’s sperm and male-system ‘bots, close to the injury, could a child as young as Suzy’s immune system be overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the plague. Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system. The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm, or disease, were astounding. The drawbacks were just as bad. A second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses already heaped upon his roasting soul. This time it was for his stupidity, at missing the bug in the ‘bots program that was supposed to ensure fidelity.

I managed to remember to hold Suzy’s neck straight, while the repair work went on, so we wouldn’t have to break it again later. After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping, and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger, so I laid her back on the tie-down rack, and after placing new covers on it, I put back the restraints. Hopefully, she would think it was all just a bad dream, when she awoke.

I watched with a heart filled with love, as the little girl’s chest rose and fell repeatedly. It would never be this bad again. Next month, unless we were lucky and she got pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have to **** her normally. (Of course, even this would be painful for such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her woman's genitals would have shrunk back to its little-girl size. Even her virginity would have been repaired.)

I thumbed the intercom, and heard my daughter’s quiet sobs. I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn’t heard from me. Thankfully, I had good news.

“Karen,” I said, barely able to get the words out through my suddenly wish constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, “we both made it.”

I then started weeping uncontrollably, as my thumb dropped from the bumon.