Free Ice Cream
By Musuko

I wondered what they were playing. Pirates maybe? Cowboys and indians? Maybe it was space rangers and aliens? Maybe it was nothing so complex. After all, they were only little. Their running around and squealing and laughing could just be unco-ordinated play. I watched them from the end of the street, engine idling. Nobody else about. Just them and the green grass and the hot sun and the picture-perfect suburban idyll.
	Perfect. I slid the truck into gear and started rolling. A flick of my finger against a switch and the tuneful notes of Greensleeves spilled out into the summer swelter. I hum along to the tune as I cruise the truck up to the curb alongside the pair. They stop their game, whatever it was, and turn to stare at me, their eyes wide with wonder and joy. No kid can resist the allure of an ice cream truck. I switch off the tune, its work done, cut the engine, and move across to the serving window. They’re already there waiting for me once I get their, a pair of happy faces staring up at me.
	They were clearly brother and sister. They could almost be twins; only a few inches in height separated the taller girl from the smaller boy, and their matching shirts and denim dungarees really heightened the impression. But the way she stood behind him, her paws on his hips, her muzzle peeking over the top of his head, marked her as the older sister. Protective. It was pretty adorable. I didn’t often see badger kids out and about around here. Maybe they’d recently moved in. All the better for me.
	I smiled my most friendly smile. “What can I get you?”
“Erm…” It was the boy who spoke. He stuck an index finger into his mouth and frowned with the intensity of concentration usually reserved for calculating the physics of a black hole. I kept my smile fixed, my eyes darting briefly to the house behind them, checking for any hawk-eyed parents at the windows. None just yet, but there was always the risk.
“How about you, little lady?”
Her little muzzle split with a wide smile. “I’ll have a lemon pop please!” She nudged her brother, who whined back at her. “Haaaayden, what do you want?”
Hayden. Cute name. I turned to the chest freezer beside me, opening the lid and reaching inside. Got to keep up appearances. They had no way of knowing the thing was switched off and empty.
“What’s your name, little lady?”
“Maddie,” she said. No hint of shyness there. My smile seemed to feed hers. I wondered if she’d had the talk about not talking to strangers. Maybe she had and she just hadn’t listened. Or maybe it didn’t count when there was ice cream involved.
I frowned theatrically. “Oh no!” I said.
“What’s wrong?” she said, while her brother turned slightly to cuddle against her chest. He was definitely a shy one.
“Looks like I’ve run out of lemon pops.”
“Oh,” she said. “Aww.”
“Do you like chocolate ice cream?”
That lit her back up again. She nodded eagerly, and Hayden perked up too.
“Well, I’ve got some right down in the bottom here, but it’s hard to reach. If you two help me get it out, I can give you some for free. Does that sound good?”
“Uhuh!”
Well, that was easy. But now came the tricky part. Everything hinged on this moment. I opened up the door at the back of the truck, and the pair of them were already there waiting for me. They moved fast, these little kids. I stood aside and gestured for them to step up into the truck. She led from behind, coaxing her little brother up onto the step. I caught the fragrance of their fur; sweet and clean, a hint of soap. Probably had their bath not long ago. It was the scent of pure innocence, and I loved it.
“Right up there,” I said, quietly closing the door behind us. I needn’t have bothered with stealth, though. They were so fixated on the freezer that they barely noticed me. They didn’t even notice that the freezer in front of them wasn’t cold. But then, they were young. And young meant naive.
“Let me help you two up,” I said. And at that moment I pounced. The boy went first; he was closest. My paws slid under his arms, and he had only a moment to yelp in surprise as I lifted him up and dropped him feet first into the empty freezer.
“Hey!” cried Maddie. And I saw in her eyes the first flash of fear when I turned my grin towards her. She backed away a step, but I was between her and the door. I grabbed her by the waste and she kicked at me.
“Let me go!”
I dropped her in on top of her brother, and the pair of them fell into a tangle inside the spacious freezer. I glanced back at the house. No movement, but I couldn’t hang around. I slammed the lid down and hooked the latch shut. It wouldn’t need a padlock; they couldn’t unlatch it from inside. It was a big space in there, and they had plenty of air. But all the same I had drilled a couple of holes into the lid. Through them I could hear the muffled cries of my new passengers. I patted the lid.
“Hush now, you two. Being noisy won’t do you any good!”
I swung myself back into the driver’s seat and started up the engine. Seconds later we were gone, driving off down the road. And if I was lucky, nobody would have seen what happened.
	I heard them crying in the back all the way home. It wasn’t a long trip, but at every turn I expected the flashing lights in my mirrors. But miracles were working for me that day, and I cruised unmolested into the waiting seclusion of my garage.
	The gun quietened Maddie when she saw it, and her silence scared Hayden into the same. They knew enough to be afraid of the menacing black object, but not enough to recognise the orange ring at the tip of the muzzle that betrayed it as a cheap plastic toy.
	“Get out,” I growled, making them flinch. “Quietly. Don’t scream or I’ll shoot you, bang bang!”
	Hayden’s teary face scrunched up into fresh tears, and Maddie glared at me, her arms around her brother.
	“You’re a bad man!”
	“And you’re a clever girl,” I said. “But not clever enough to know not to get into the trucks of bad men. Tut tut.” I tapped the gun against the edge of the freezer. “Get out.”
	She went first, pulling herself up by her paws and hanging at the edge, before tumbling out and landing with a thud on her butt. I stepped back out of the way, stifling a snicker, and she scrambled to rest her back against the wall of the cabin.
	“And now you...ugh.”
	Hayden was huddled up in the far corner of the freezer, bawling his eyes out and making no move to climb out. I kept one eye on Maddie and reached in, grabbing the scruff of his neck, and hauling him out. He screamed like a banshee.
	“You’re hurting him!” cried Maddie.
	“I’ll hurt him more if you both don’t shut up!”
	I wrapped my gun arm around his middle and clamped my other paw over his mouth, muffling his shrieks to a level that didn’t make my eardrums want to bleed. I kicked my foot towards Maddie.
	“Move. Out of the truck, and through the door over there.”
	“Don’t hurt him!”
	I nudged again, and she stumbled down out of the truck. I hurried along with the squirming boy under my arm, making sure she turned towards the doorway. She hesitated at the threshold, staring down at the darkness below. I nudged my knee against the small of her back and hit the lightswitch with the butt of the gun. The bare bricks of the basement lit up beneath us. With tears welling in her eyes, she walked down the stairs.
	And now they were in the basement. My quiet, secluded, soundproofed basement. I closed the door behind me, reassured by the sturdy click, and turned the latch to lock it.
	“Now, quit crying...and let’s have some fun.”
	Naturally, I meant fun for me. But you never knew. Maybe these were a pair of precocious kids. They learn all sorts of things these days. I could have myself a pair of early bloomers. I tried not to let my imagination drift too much as I led and carried the pair to the middle of the room, where tangle of thin, cheap ropes hung from a hook screwed into the beam above. The light from the single bulb cast dramatic shadows across the basement. And there, in the corner, waiting just as I’d left it, was the video camera, awaiting the command from the small remote in my pocket to begin its duty.
	Maddie turned to face me, tears on her cheeks and fire in her eyes. Hayden was still wriggling under my arm. I just didn’t have the patience to deal with this. I swiped my foot across Maddie’s ankles and she fell with a shriek to the floor, catching herself just in time to stop her head thumping against the concrete. I planted my foot on her back, pressing her down.
	“Don’t move,” I growled, somewhat unnecessarily; with my foot on her she wasn’t going anywhere. Now I was free to deal with Hayden. I tossed the gun away, smirking at its plastic clatter against the wall.
	“Don’t you move either,” I hissed in his ear, and the little body went still against me. That scent was so strong now. I loved it. And he was warm and soft and...focus! I juggled his weight under one arm and fished down a length of rope with my other paw. I knew the camera was catching it all. I could concentrate on the moment, and later I could relive it as often as I pleased. His arm felt tiny in my paw, and the sharp fibres of the rope cut into his soft fur and skin as I wound it around his wrist. He cried out when I wound the other wrist, binding them both together and tying a tight knot to keep them that way. Then, gently, I let him slide out of my grip, and the wail he produced was sweet music, as his weight caught on his arms and he learned just how uncomfortable it is to dangle by your wrists, tied up with your feet hanging well clear of the floor.
	“Let him go!” Maddie cried. “You’re hurting him!”
	I ignored her. She was next. I bent to grab her and she tried to bite at my paw. I growled and pulled my paw back. She cowered, and I knew that little threat of rebellion was over. I grabbed her scruff and hauled her up, and it was a quick job to repeat the process. When I let go of her, she shrieked and swung gently, bumping up against her brother. Two little badger siblings, hanging by their wrists, dangling nose to nose, their whimpers and sobs blending together into a merged melody.
	“Please let us go mister!” I could barely tell which one of them was speaking. I think it was Maddie. Certainly it was her who screamed the loudest when I produced the knife. It was a wicked thing, sharp and gleaming; its creator had clearly intended it to rip and rend. It wasn’t quite what I had in mind at that moment, but these two didn’t know that. They kicked their little legs and rubbed their poor wrists raw in their panicked struggles. The more one cried, the more upset the other got, and back and forth it went, working them both into breathless frenzy. I had to grab for them to hold them still. My paw wrapped snug around Hayden’s throat, turning him to face me. Maddie shrieked and kicked behind him. The camera caught everything.
	Gently, I slide the blade behind one of the two buttons on the front of his dungarees. I felt his chest quiver underneath. The stink of his fear filled my nose, and I paused there, just breathing it in, trying to imagine how it must have felt to be him at that moment, helpless and terrified, expecting pain and death. I let him linger in that nightmare for a few moments longer. Then, with the slightest twitch of my paw, I snicked the blade through the threads holding the button in place. It pinged away, bouncing on the floor and off into the corner. The flap on the front of his dungarees fell down at one corner, and the bright happy smiles of the dancing penguins on his shirt looked up at me.
	“I w-wanna go hoooome!” he sobbed.
	I slid the point of the blade across his chest, feeling how the cotton and the soft fur beneath dimpled along the line I left. I caught the other button and, snick, separated it from its place. The whole front of his dungarees fell down now, and the straps slithered backwards off his shoulders, tumbling down his back, leaving the leg part of the dungarees holding on with friction alone. I stepped back to admire, and let the camera record the sight. His shirt was a little short for him. He must have had a growth spurt recently. I could see a line of belly fluff between it and his dangling dungarees. Every time he kicked his legs, the denim slid just a little further down. It was a beautiful show of building anticipation. I decided not to rush this. I had all the time I wanted. So, I moved around to Maddie. Her turn now. I positioned the knife over her tummy, and she fell quiet, trembling...tense.
	“P-please,” she stammered. Her face was drenched with her tears. They ran down her muzzle, wetting her nose, dribbling down to her lips. I hoped the camera was catching all this.
	“You’re not going to try and bite me this time, are you?”
	She shook her head, timid and frightened. I trailed the knife up to her chest and, with a couple of flicks, left and right, I took off both buttons. Her dungarees opened out just the same as her brother’s, and I smiled at the flowers printed onto her shirt. Her chest was just as slim and flat as her brother’s, and by sight alone right now it was hard to tell their genders apart. But, once I hooked a thumb into the waist of her dungarees and gave a sharp tug downwards, the difference became clear. The garment tumbled away to the floor, leaving her chubby legs naked, and exposing the pink panties that clung to her hips under the shirt. There was the flat crotch of a girl. I petted her thigh and smiled.
	“You’re a pretty girl, you know that?”
	She twisted her head away from me, directing a whimper towards the far wall. I stepped away from her, moving back around to her brother.
	“No! Leave him alone!”
	I gave the same tug to his dungarees. They fell away from Hayden’s legs, which were as adorably chubby as his sister’s. A pair of sky-blue briefs hugged his little butt and tiny boyhood. Like the shirt, they were slightly too small for him. I struggled to keep my paws off them. So cute. So innocent.
	I spun them both around until they rested back to back. Their little feet wriggled and bumped against each other. The strain in their arms was almost visible. Their poor little fingers were splayed out, the fur of their wrists bunched up above the tight grip of the rope. I glanced behind me, making sure my body wasn’t in the way of the camera, as I hooked the waistbands of their underwear with my thumbs, took a deep breath and held it, knowing this moment was going to be perfect...and swiped my arms downwards.
	The garments whipped off of their legs without a snag. The pair of them squeaked adorably, surprise cutting into their fear for just a moment. I balled the underwear in my paws, keeping them separate, feeling the warmth of their bodies in the cotton. They rotated slowly, the ropes creaking, their bodies pressed together, their thighs clenched and failing to hide their nakedness. I watched as the blush spread in their ears, like wine filling up glasses. And slowly, their cries and sniffles faded to meek, trembling whimpers as shame became the dominating emotion.
	“Perfect,” I whispered. “Just perfect.”
	I stepped away out of the view of the camera, backing towards the old armchair I knew was in the corner of the room. I felt the old leather seat against my calves, then settled back into it. Finally, I allowed myself the treat I was salivating for: I lifted both paws up to my mouth, pressing their underwear against my nose, and inhaling deeply. Fresh soap. The hint of their spicy badger musk. But the real joy was in the sweat of their summer play soaked into the cotton. It made me exhale a groan, breathless and happy, my heart thumping and my cock swelling. I opened my eyes to stare at my dangling, naked captives as I freed up one paw to snake down and unbutton my fly, fishing my cock out, squeezing the shaft as it swelled up to full hardness. Already I was leaking at the tip, glistening precum in the sharp light of the basement’s light bulb.
	I was so very tempted to take myself all the way then. The sight of those two hanging there, framed nicely above my cock as I stroked it...these were the moments that life are made for. I inhaled again, bathing in the scent, and slowly exhaled as I drew my sticky fingers away from my cock. I didn’t want to waste it. Not with so many other options open to me. I caught Hayden’s eye as he looked over at me. He bit his lower lip and stared.
	“Ever seen a grown-up’s dick, kid?”
	His eyelids peeled back, eyes going wide with fright. He glanced sideways at his sister, but Maddie was away off in her own world of whimpering distress. He looked back and quickly shook his head.
	“Well then,” I said. I balled their underwear up in one paw and wiped it across the head of my cock, cleaning off the precum and leaving it as a depraved smear across the innocent cotton. I stood up, my cock bobbing bare in front of me, and dropped the underwear back on the seat to enjoy later.
	“What do you think of it, Hayden?”
	He clammed up, shaking his head still. I wasn’t sure what the no was in answer to. Maybe he was just saying no to the whole situation in general. I walked over to him, stood in front of him, my cock level with his own little nub of a boyhood. The contrast was clear. My shaft was as thick as his arm. And his eyes were locked onto it like it was some alien from outer space.
	“Well, what do you think of it?” I repeated, keeping my voice soft. Behind him, Maddie started to squirm, trying to rotate around and see.
	“W-what’s going on?” she cried.
	“It’s…” Hayden stumbled on his words, his voice cracking, throat tight. Now I was close to him again, his fear had come rushing back. I could see it in him. It gripped him like a tangible thing. “It’s...big,” he managed finally.
	“Yeah,” I said, sliding my fingers along its length. “It is.”
	Suddenly my paws were on his hips. It wasn’t just little kids like these two who could move quickly. Before he could even squeak I had his legs lifted up, both ankles gripped in my paws. My cock was already dripping again, and I brought my face close to his as I touched the wet head of my cock against his tiny, innocent tailhole. His eyes locked with mine, and a whimper died in his throat. Who knew what was going through his head, too innocent to even comprehend what I was doing to him, only able to know that it was confusing and scary. Maddie was flailing, and she managed to pull herself completely around, and she watched from over Hayden’s shoulder, her eyes as big as saucers.
	“Don’t hurt him!” she cried.
	I growled, a low rumble in the back of my throat, and levered his little rear down onto the head of my cock. The spell of his silence broke, and he started to struggle and scream. But my paws and the ropes held him fast, and he could do nothing to fight off the stretching of his virgin rear as my cock speared into him, the first inch already spreading him wider than anything he had ever felt down there. I leaned in and pressed my forehead against his. I could feel his panicked, yelping breath against my muzzle. His wails of pain became hiccuping sobs. I wished I could get inside his head and think and feel what was going on in there. How mind-shattering this must have been for him. I kept my grip tight and groaned happily as I sunk all the way up into him, wrapping my cock in the heat of a sweet, sweet boy.
	I let go of his legs. I had to hold him! I wrapped my arms around him and shuffled a half step backwards, pulling him away from his sister and really straining the grip of the rope on his wrists. I held him tight against my body as I started to rock my hips, fractionally thrusting into his rear. I pushed my muzzle between his cheek and his bicep and met his sister’s eyes, grinning wickedly at her as I fucked her little brother, making her watch, powerless to stop me. The boy’s breath panted at my neck, and he exhaled constant squeaking whimpers of distress. I knew that he would be staring unfocused, so shocked by the pain that he’d almost completely shut down. And the realisation that the camera was positioned perfectly to capture his expression as I fucked him just made me want to cum right there and then...it was so, so perfect.
	“Please stop!” she wailed. “You’re hurting him!”
	“Yeah,” I rumbled. I could feel my precum making him slick inside. A perfect tunnel of tightness to fuck. I sped up my thrusts, and he bounced against my hips. His whimpers at my neck worked their way back up to shaky screams. I could feel his tears on my fur. “I’m fucking your brother, Maddie. I’m fucking him good.”
	“Stop it!” She scrunched her eyes up shut and shook her head wildly. “Stop it stop it stop it!”
	She probably didn’t expect it...but I did just what she asked. I kept my eyes locked on her as I pulled my cock free from Hayden’s rear. I felt him shudder and heard him groan, and when I let go of him he swung back to bump into his sister, limp as a doll, his head down, his eyes staring down at the floor, drool and tears dripping from his muzzle, and my precum dripping from his abused rear. I grabbed Maddie and spun her around, and when she opened her eyes it was in time to see my fierce grin, as my paws gripped her ankles and slowly lifted them, bending her in half and spreading her thighs apart. I saw the fear in her, more intense than before, and I shuffled a couple of steps to the side to spin them both around. I wanted the camera to capture this. She was more scared now...because she had watched this happened to her brother...because she knew what was coming.
	“No…” she sobbed. It was barely a protest. I think she knew how futile it was now.
	I nodded, grinning. “Yes,” I whispered.
	She tried to kick me away, but there was no strength in those little legs. I pressed the head of my cock against her little cunt. I could smell the musk of her brother’s tailhole, soaked into the pre. And now I forced the blunt bulb of my cock head up into the girl, forcing her lips to spread wide. She screamed louder than her brother, her little body struggling against mine. I moved a paw to her back and pressed, thrusting her hard to impale down on my cock in one go. Her eyes shot wide, staring at the ceiling, and her scream rose an octave, stinging my ears. I held my paw there, preventing her from wriggling away, while my cock throbbed in the tight, wet heat of her burning cunt, in the bloodied ruins of her destroyed virginity. She started to thrash, and I saw those teeth of hers bared. She had become an animal, frenzied with distress. I shut her down by simply grabbing a pawful of her hair and yanking her head sharply back, holding her harmless and helpless out of the way.
	“Does it hurt, Maddie?” I said, my voice mockingly soothing. I got no answer from her, and I didn’t expect one. My body felt like it was on fire with a cold burn. Everything tingled. I could barely move. I felt like just the tiniest thrust would take me over the edge and make me shoot my load, and I wanted to cherish this moment a little longer. I started to lick at her neck, my ear close to her mouth to hear her anguished whimpering. I tasted her sweet, clean scent. I imagined my cum flooding into her little cunt. How could her innocence survive after today? I reached across with my free paw and spun her brother around.
Then, on a sudden whim, a burst of inspiration, I grabbed a pawful of his hair and yanked his head where I wanted it: like puppets I moved them, and I forced their muzzles against each other. They barely seemed to react, already overwhelmed with their distress. I pulled on their hair hard, bringing a cry to both of them at the same moment, their mouths parting. And when they did, I mashed them together, forcing the young siblings together into a clumsy, degrading kiss, locking their muzzles together, forcing their squirming tongues to dance wetly together, mingling their breath and their screams into one merged whole. And that was all I needed to take me over the edge, to see this adultness in their little faces. I blasted my load hard into Maddie’s cunt, and my growl of mind-breaking release filled the room.
They did everything I wanted after that. Something about fucking them does wonders for their obedience. I cut them down from the ropes and let them drop to the floor, keeping the knife in my paw and on show, cutting off any thought they might have of trying to get away. I held the camera in the other paw, and I circled around to give a full three-sixty view of their small, naked bodies cuddled up together, of their fearful, tear-streaked faces as they turned their heads to watch me.
“Okay, what I want you both to do…”
It took a while to explain it to them in terms that they could understand, but I was patient. I had Hayden laying on his back. Maddie knelt astride his head and had her paws either side of his hips. I got a lovely recording of her puffy, red-raw cunt lips and the dribble of cum trickling out from between them. A drop or two fell right onto Hayden’s face. It was perfect.
	Then, after more explaining, more commanding, more explaining, I got the shots that would turn this pleasurable day into a profitable one; Maddie’s little mouth suckled up her brother’s limp little cock, and Hayden’s muzzle pressed up into his sister’s crotch. His little face scrunched up in disgust as his delicate little tongue pressed into her cunt and lapped out my cum, gulping all of it down. I watched it all and recorded it all, in beautiful high definition. I had to set the knife down to free a paw to stroke at my cock. The final, glorious completion came with my moaning, knee-weakening second release, sending my cum in long, sticky streaks to land across the pair of them. It drenched Maddie’s back and soaked into her hair, and it splashed onto Hayden’s face, dripping into his eyes, glistening on his lips and on his licking tongue. Perfect. Just...so perfect.
	I wanted to keep them. I so badly wanted to do that, but I knew I couldn’t. It wasn’t sensible. It wasn’t safe. While I had them, they would be searched for. And while they would still hunt for me after I returned them, they would not do so with the same tenacity as they would if the kids were still missing. They’d count their blessings that they’d have them back, and would hope and pray that they wouldn’t be too emotionally scarred and would forget their ordeal. Personally, I hoped that the depravity would seep down into their subconscious and alter them forever. I enjoyed the hope that the pair would wind up sucking and fucking each other in willing incest in the years to come, as they got old enough to grow their own urges.
	And who knew...maybe one day, years from now, I’d find them both as teenagers in some sleazy club somewhere, offering up their mouths and rears for any cock that wants them. Maybe one day I’d relive this day.
	But, until then, I had my recording, to enjoy any time I wanted. And as I drove the truck with my passengers silently asleep in the freezer behind me, naked and clean from my evidence-scrubbing bath, and exhausted from their exciting day, I smiled to myself at the thought of getting home to watch it all over again, once I had dumped these two in a ditch somewhere and made the call on the burner phone to get their rescuers on their way to pick them up.
	After all...I’m not a total monster.