This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Tuesday, 6 May 1986

It had been a hot, dry spring in the midwest and the fields and roads showed it. Clouds of dust marked the passing of cars or a breath of the wind, and added an air of desolation to the world about.

On that early May morning it was cool, cooler than it had been. Melissa Coleridge and Kristal Harper both commented on this as they made their way down the lightly-travelled gravel road to the bus stop on the highway nearly a mile away.

The two second-graders also looked warily around them as they walked. Since the school district had run low on funds, many of the bus routes had been cut down and the kids had been forced to walk, sometimes up to a mile, to catch the bus. This was not why the girls looked around so warily, however. Several young girls had disappeared in the state since mid-March, all young, pretty girls like themselves, starting with Sharon and Candy Goodland in the west, the latest being Gail Parsons in the next county.

Normally Melissa's father would have given them a ride, just to be safe, but he was busy today, preparing another field, as were Kristal's parents. Besides, her mother had reasoned, the kidnappings seemed to have stopped, maybe, and all the girls had vanished from other counties, not here.

Kristal stopped to look around anyway. She was the younger and smaller of the two girls, seven to Melissa's eight. She was pretty, three-foot-ten, fifty-one pounds, a slender girl with a pretty, freckled face, creamy white skin, blue eyes, and thick, wavy golden-blond hair that played about her shoulders and cascaded to her waist.

"Will you come on?" Melissa urged. "We'll be late." She pulled her best friend along with her. Melissa was as pretty as Kristal, an inch taller but the same weight and build. Her face was oval and spattered with freckles, her eyes brown. Her hair was dark mahogany red, almost straight, and fell to her waist, like Kristal's.

Kristal let her friend lead her. Melissa had always been the braver of the two girls, but not by much. She wasn't scared of disappearing like the other girls.

"What if somebody tries to kidnap us?" Kristal asked.

Melissa rolled her eyes. "Kris, there's two of us. We're safe that way. Buddy system." She only remembered hearing about Olivia from several weeks before, and the two closest and most recent ones, Kimmy Cooper and Gail Something-or-other a couple of weeks ago. They had all been alone, Melissa knew, so she and Kristal were safe. Her parents hadn't mentioned that the other nine girls had all been taken by twos and threes, nor mentioned their names, so Melissa just assumed they were alone, too. She flashed a white smile. "Now come on." She started off again.

Kristal stared after her for a moment. Melissa's father was one of the better-off farmers in the area, and Melissa's clothing showed it. She wore a red short-sleeved dress with a large lacy white collar and white piping. It stopped at mid-thigh, allowing her beautiful legs to show. She also wore mid-calf white silk socks with frilly lace at the top (something Kristal's mother thought was too fancy or too expensive for little girls), and white leather buckle shoes. Over her dress, she wore a white sequinned sweater with pink trim, hanging open.

Kristal herself wore a plain white short-sleeved blouse, a short denim skirt with a belt, an orange sweater, and white sneakers. Both girls carried white shoulder purses and had their schoolbooks clutched to their chests.

Melissa turned the conversation elsewhere, and the disappearances were soon forgotten. Neither girl, then, noticed the cloud of dust coming up the road behind them.

Nate had been watching the girls since they'd left the house a few minutes back. Their youth, as well as their looks, had caught his attention. He'd licked his lips as he stared at their slender legs, thinking how nice that tender flesh would feel pressed against his hips as he slammed into them.

He nodded to the others in the van. There were six besides himself: Mark, Jack, Pete, Tony, Carl, and John. The road trip to collect fresh girls sure beat acting like farm hands on Mark's farm. The past few weeks in a swath across the state had started off quick and easy, but the girls had been getting wary and harder to find. They had considered ending the trip early and settling for an even dozen. Finding these two walking alone on a lonely country road had been a stroke of luck.

He started the van, signalling the others to get ready. It was party time.

Melissa heard the van coming before she even saw it. She pulled Kristal off to the side, into knee-high grass in the shallow ditch, already cringing in anticipation of the dust cloud the van would kick up when it passed.

But it didn't pass. Instead, it skidded to a stop on the road, kicking up a swirl of dust that blinded both girls momentarily. When Melissa looked again, she saw men rushing out of the back doors, straight toward her and Kristal.

Melissa screamed and threw down her books, trying to run away, but it was too late: two men came around the front of the van and blocked her escape. A strong arm encircled her tiny body and a strong hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her screams. She kicked and struggled uselessly as the man dragged her toward the back of the van.

Another man had Kristal around the waist, his hand over her mouth. Kristal didn't fight him, however; she wasn't the type to fight. Melissa saw the man force the seven-year-old into the van.

Melissa kicked down hard, hitting the man's knee. He yelled and jerked her head back, snarling, "Stop fighting or you'll really regret it!" He gripped her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. Melissa shrieked from the sudden pain and stopped struggling, her courage evaporated. The man shoved her into the van before releasing her arm.

The men pushed both girls face down on the floor of the van, padded with blankets but seemingly not for the girls' comfort. None-too-gently the men yanked the girls' hands behind their backs and bound them tightly. Kristal wailed as the man tying her wrists yanked the cord. The last men to return threw in two bundles of schoolbooks, having straightened the grass and even swept away the skid marks on the gravel road, leaving no trace of the brief struggle for anyone to find. The doors closed and the van started off, away from the highway and any chance of being seen by the schoolbus driver.

"Leave us alone! Leave us go!" Melissa demanded. Her abductor slapped her face, making her cry out. A moment later he pulled a cloth into her open mouth and tied it behind her head. Other men bound her ankles with rope.

Melissa looked over at Kristal and saw her friend in the same situation, her eyes welling up with tears as she stared back, terrified. None of the missing girls had ever been seen again, and now, as they looked into each other's watery eyes, they both knew they would never see their parents again.

But despite Melissa's and Kristal's insistent questions, no one had ever told them anything about what all those pretty little girls just like them were kidnapped for, leaving the two sweet innocent pretty little schoolgirls just one way to find out what kidnappers wanted sweet innocent pretty little schoolgirls for: by getting kidnapped themselves.

After what seemed like hours of terrified waiting to the two helpless girls, but was really only half an hour, the van finally slowed and turned, weaved among trees, and came to a stop.

A back door swung open, and two more men climbed into the van, making eight men gathered around the two girls. The driver joined the rest of the men. "Hi there, Ricky. Randy. Any problems while we were gone?" he asked them.

The newcomers shook their heads. "None," one confirmed. "They're all being nice and quiet in the other vans. We taught them what they'll get if anyone outside the vans even hears a peep out of them. I see you caught a pair, again. Niiiiice ones, too! Sisters? Half a dozen more like these, and we can end this trip and take them all home. Maybe before it starts raining here."

Melissa and Kristal both looked up in surprise, then looked hopefully at the other one. 'Take them home,' they'd heard him say. Would they get to go home after all?

One man hung blankets over the back windows, while others covered the other windows and two lit electric lanterns to provide light. The men hauled the girls up and roughly shoved them into a sitting position against the van wall. Melissa saw a man dump her purse onto the floor and begin pawing through her glittery plastic jewelry and pictures and crayons and sticks of gum. Another dumped Kristal's purse and examined the haul, as disrespectful of the girl's property as he was of her privacy. Kristal started crying, so Melissa did, too. The men ignored them, dividing up the contents of the purses.

"Which one is Melissa? You?" one man asked, holding a paper tablet that said 'Melissa Leanne Coleridge' in red crayon on the cover. He was big, loud, and blond. Melissa nodded. He looked at Kristal. "So you must be Kristal, like the letter beads on this necklace say. Right?" She nodded, still sobbing.

"From the name in the spelling book, I bet she's Kristal Courtney Harper," a man called. "Am I right, pretty dolly?"

Kristal nodded again, timidly.

"Too bad. I was hoping for sisters," one of the newcomers smiled, not too disappointed, obviously.

"How do you spell rapetoy?" the man with the spelling book smirked. "Oh, that's right. They don't teach little girls that word in school, do they? That's no problem. You're in a different kind of school now, and you're going to learn every word for 'rapetoy' there is, starting with your own name, Kristal the little rapetoy."

The blond man got their attention and spoke harshly. "Now you listen up and listen good. You'll do everything we tell you to, got that? You don't have to like it and I don't give a fuck if you do. You resist, you scream, you try to get away, and we'll give you something you'll really scream about. Got that?" It didn't actually matter whether they did or not, since no one else was anywhere near the vans, he knew, and they had no chance of escaping anyway, it was just fun to see the terror on their pretty faces.

Both girls nodded, crying even harder.

"Pull your legs up!" he demanded. "Both of ya!"

Both girls had been sitting with their legs outstretched. Hurriedly they raised their knees, causing their skirts to slide back and reveal not only thighs, but a flash of panties. He untied the cords on their ankles, then removed their gags. The girls stayed silent except for their whimpering.

"Feet apart!" he shouted at them.

Both girls moved their feet aside, exposing their panties to all the men looking on, especially the man giving orders. Their panties pulled tight as their legs stretched the fabric. The cloth hid what it could, yet at the same time, traitorous little creases revealed everything, even the two tiny clitties in the center of two sweet little pussies. Though unaware of how exposed they were, the girls still cringed with shame, obedient because they didn't want to give him a reason to make them scream.

Like he ever needed one.

The loud blond man grabbed Melissa's arm and shoved her down onto the van floor again. She screamed and squirmed so he slapped her. That quieted her a little, down to muffled sobs. Men beside her shoulders pulled her sweater out of the way, got a grip on the back of her beautiful red schooldress with the lacy white collar, then suddenly tore it apart, ripping it all the way from her neck to the hemline. They hadn't even bothered to unzip it in the back first. The man above her finished the work, then helped them rip her sleeves apart so the dress could be removed completely. They ripped her sweater along the seams and wrapped the remaining pieces around her arms. With a final triumphant cheer, he yanked Melissa's panties down and off.

Horrified, Kristal watched her friend get stripped to her shoes and socks, as clothing too expensive for her to even dream about got destroyed before her eyes.

"Who wants some cute little golden angels?" he laughed, holding up Melissa's panties. Every other man in the van claimed them. The man turned her over face up with her arms pinned underneath her. He leaned close. "Betcha you were a sweet little angel when we got you, weren't you, Melissa?" he teased. "So, who gets your angel panties, now that you're just a little rapetoy, Melissa the little rapetoy? Does he get these cute angel panties?" he asked, pointing to one of the other men. "Decide quick or I'll give pieces to everyone."

"Please, I want my panties back," she cried weakly. He kept pointing at one man after another. Melissa knew if she didn't pick someone, she would never get her panties back in one piece. She nodded when he pointed to a man with jet-black hair.

"You get her panties, boss, but you go last," another guy said. "That's the rule we made." Mark grinned. Go last, go first, the order didn't matter to him; he knew they'd all go again and again on both of the pretty dollies, and he'd get his share of going first with others.

"Give me the jelly," the blond man said. "Don't want to hurt her too much."

"Who the fuck are you?" one man scoffed. "Anyone know this guy?" another one asked. Several of them laughed.

One passed a jar of jelly to the blond man while asking skeptically, "What the fuck are we doing here, then?"

"Just kidding," he grinned, and handed it back.

"Good thing," the other man said, relieved. "We wouldn't want her to smell like strawberries!" He put it back in the box with the rest of the food they'd packed for lunch in case it took that long to find a girl worth getting.

Helpless underneath him, Melissa watched him take down his pants and hold out his cock. She'd seen one before, when she'd accidentally seen her father in the shower. This one was bigger and thicker. She watched the man rub his hand up and down the length of his shaft, then put the end of his cock against the lips of her soft tiny slit. Men on either side of them pulled her legs apart and held her knees. His hands held her shoulders and she felt pressure between her legs. "Wha- what are you doing!?" she gasped, shocked. Was he going to put it in her?? How?? And why?? As utterly inconceivable as it seemed to her, that's exactly what he did.

Melissa shut her eyes, but she could feel him pushing into her. It hurt, worse than anything. The pain got worse until she felt like she was being stretched and split in two. Melissa felt something tear inside of her; pain filled her middle and made light dance in front of her eyes. She cried out in loud high-pitched shrieks. A man covered her mouth to muffle her, not from fear of discovery, but only for the sake of their ears in the van. The men around her laughed and shouted. The man on top of her arched his back and shoved even harder, sliding her along the floor an inch at a time until the men holding her knees apart for him pulled her back into place.

The man on her moved back and forth now, fast then slow, then he thrust in deeply and moaned. She felt his cock throb inside her. Then it stopped and he pulled out and got off her. She thought at last her torment would stop, but another man took his place. Then another, and another, until a man with jet-black hair got on her and thanked her for giving him her panties.

Seated against the wall of the van, her legs still spread apart with her panties on display, Kristal watched her classmate and best friend, held down on the floor of the van, struggle and kick in wild desperation and howl in anguish. Even as she watched from a few feet away, she couldn't even guess what the men were doing to her, but Melissa obviously hated everything about it.

Kristal shut her eyes so she couldn't see the men hurt her friend. She could still hear Melissa's screams though. They went on and on. She wished she could put her fingers in her ears, but the cords on her wrists held her arms securely behind her back.

At last, Melissa's wild screams and wails of torment quieted, muted to mere whimpers and sobs.

And then Kristal felt herself lifted, carried, and dropped on the floor, face up as Melissa had been. Now it was her turn, Kristal knew, and she would scream and bawl and kick just as wildly and just as uselessly as her classmate had. "Nooooohhh," she sobbed like a helpless seven-year-old girl who knew she was about to get something terrible done to her, but still only had a vague idea what it would be. Kristal had just watched nine men take turns raping her best friend, but she hadn't actually seen what they were doing, only heard Melissa's wild screams of terror. Kristal still had no concept of rape, had never even imagined what was about to happen to her.

She wouldn't really understand until the first man got above her and she felt his hot hard cock thrust deep into her helpless unwilling little body. Only then would she have any idea what pretty little girls like her were good for.

Melissa's pleading and wild struggling had merely entertained the men, not saved her, so Kristal just cried wordlessly as the men positioned her on the floor where they wanted her. However, when they started ripping apart her sweater, blouse, and denim skirt, she squirmed trying to stop them, all of her effort in vain. She began softly pleading again, repeating "nuhhhoohh, nnnohhh, nooooohhh" over and over, just as vainly. Hands squeezed her elbows and upper arms, enough to make her cry out just from that, holding her pinned to the floor despite her frantic attempts to sit up or twist away from them.

In a flash, Kristal's panties slid down her legs and away. Men roughly grabbed her knees and forced her legs wide apart. She felt cool air waft across her bare slit. A voice demanded to know who she wanted to get her panties. She kept her eyes closed until she heard men laughing about how there was a Little Pony for each of them. Then she heard the sound of ripping cloth and more laughter, and her protests came too late.

She worried that someone might take her shoes and socks off of her feet, too. She didn't want to be completely naked. "Please, leave my shoes and socks on, please," she implored, just in case. She realised her mistake as soon as the men snickered. Hands pulled, and her shoes came off in an instant. Other hands slid her short white socks past her heels and lifted them off her toes, leaving her barefoot. "NNnuhh noohhh don't!" she wailed, trying to kick her legs despite the strong men holding her. "I said please! I said pleeeease! I said pleeeasse!!" They were so mean and unfair, she thought, as her last sock came off. She'd said please! What more did they want from her!?

She turned her head and saw Melissa on the floor of the van next to her, almost naked, eyes half-closed, sobbing quietly. Kristal looked up as the first man pinned her shoulders down and lowered himself to her. Then he pushed, then it hurt, then she screamed far louder than mere pleading.

Kristal felt him push inside of her. The little girl felt her soft pussy lips stretch first, then everything else. She watched her belly rise as he penetrated her. He pumped slowly. She tried to squirm, but men held her legs as securely as others held her arms.

Again and again the man pushed in and pulled out, slowly. Kristal screamed with every thrust, as loudly as the slender seven-year-old girl had lungs for. Not enough to require a hand over her mouth, the man decided, since it would have muted her bawling and anguished pleading also. No one wanted to miss out on that, if it could be helped.

Then she felt him stop and swell inside of her and something warm, barely noticeable, filled her. She closed her eyes and sobbed when he pulled out.

Following the first, eight other men raped her, one by one, taking nearly an hour between them, longer than they had with Melissa. By the time they finished, she was exhausted and barely able to even whimper. Now would the men take her and Melissa home, she wondered? She rolled her head to look at Melissa, who had drifted into unconsciousness. A moment later, she joined her.

A hand shook Kristal roughly awake, and forced her into a sitting position against the wall of the van, next to a bleary-eyed Melissa. Both girls sat with their legs wide, just as they had earlier, but naked now, their pussies fully exposed to the men around them. All remaining pieces of clothing had been cut from them. Even Melissa's dressy shoes and socks had been taken, leaving her barefoot, as naked as Kristal. Only tight cords on their wrists remained. Four men lifted each girl, carried her out the open back doors, and quite a distance through the chilly night air. The ninth man opened a door in a van. The men carrying her shoved Kristal inside. She landed on her back as the door closed. She heard whimpers and soft crying all around her.

Melissa had been taken to a different van. Kristal didn't know any of the voices crying in the dark, and didn't see her best friend again for a long long time, not even the three times the door opened and a soft naked body landed beside her, bawling, or when the doors opened in the dark and men took a few of the soft naked bawling bodies away. Finally, the van's engine started and droned on and on for hours before she cried herself to sleep again.

BR&T date: Saturday, 17 May 1986

"Your turn," a man said cheerfully, while lifting Kristal to her feet by her arms. Five of the girls in the van had already been unloaded, leaving just her and Kimmy, a six-year-old girl she'd whispered with, then snuggled with for comfort, crying together during the impossibly long cold dark ride. "Come on, get up and come with me," he insisted. Kristal didn't recognise him. He hadn't been one of the men who had kidnapped and raped her. He spoke gently, but still somehow didn't seem very nice.

Before she could ask him if he was rescuing her, another man, one she did recognise from earlier, approached. "This still hurt?" he asked with a grin, slapping her bare bottom hard with his hand.

Kristal nodded, whimpering loudly but suppressing a shriek. She didn't know if she was allowed to scream, probably not, and didn't want to risk finding out the hard way again.

"Good," he stated. "Helps you remember what'll happen if you don't do what you're told."

The first man looked her over and said, "We've got some men who want to try you, first thing. They'll pay us a lot of money for a little blond rapetoy like you. We'll make a video of it, of course, so everyone else will get to watch what they do to you."

"Let me go," Kristal whispered, her hopes for rescue crushed.

"Can't do that, sweet thing," the second man smirked. "You're worth too much, you and your friend and all the rest we brought back. And by 'worth' I'm not talking money, I'm talking fun. What was her name, the one we got the same time as you? Melissa, wasn't it? Yes, she's here too, and she's gonna get fucked by the same guys you will. Get used to it." He yanked her arm and released her.

Kristal fell from the van, luckily into tall grass. She squirmed until she stood on her knees, looking up at the two men towering over her. She looked around and saw an old barn, an old run-down farmhouse, a stable, a bare metal windmill between the barn and stable, and acres of overgrown fields, all surrounded by a dense forest of unkempt trees. A couple more unfamiliar men stood at the barn door, grinning happily at her, watching the naked seven-year-old struggle to her feet without the use of her hands.

Then a man with jet-black hair, one she remembered, approached and gripped her arm. "Thanks, Jeff. I'll take her from here. You and Nate take the last little dolly to the waxing shed. They have Heidi done and they're ready for the next now. That's what we saved them for. Tell them we'll start as soon as you bring Heidi to the barn. We're planning something else for cute little Kimberly Anne," he said teasingly, "so you can just leave her there once you have her strapped down." He pulled Kristal with him.

Looking back, she saw three vans, their back doors open, sitting empty, and Jeff and Nate taking Kimmy another direction. The men standing in the barn door smiled as Kristal staggered toward them, pulled by her arm, already crying again. When she stepped into the barn and saw what awaited her, she didn't care whether screaming was allowed.

Just as well, then, that the crowd within expected and enjoyed the sound of little girls screaming. From what she saw and heard in the barn already, Kristal knew no one would ever again spank her to get her to stop screaming.

Credit (or blame?) where it is due: "Kidnapped Schoolgirls: Melissa and Kristal" is based on a story originally published by an138013 (Blackwind) (the address has long since ceased to exist and is not safe to use) under the title "Kidnapped Schoolgirls":

From: Blackwind (an138013 @ anon.penet.fi)
Subject: REPOST: Kidnapped Schoolgirls(mf,pedo,bd,rape)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1995-01-17 23:16:07 UTC

This is obviously (from the "REPOST" in the title) not the first time he posted it, but is the one I saw first. The original can be found on ASSTR in the collection of Blackwind stories linked here. I found it engaging enough to rewrite to suit my own preferences. This is one of the few Blackwind stories without deliberate snuff, although I deleted borderline events and far too much realism (for a fantasy, in my opinion as both a reader and a writer). I certainly eliminated any hint of snuff, and after twenty years, I've made it into a BR&T Magazine story. If I have offended Blackwind, I apologise, but I hope he'll see it as a compliment, as it was meant to be. He did say about it, in the repost: "SORRY FOLKS.... Unfortunately, much like the ill-fated "Sisrape" series, this story also died after only 1 chapter--please don't e-mail me looking for any further parts, as there are none." Maybe I'll write the missing parts someday, but I've also had a lot of my own stories 'die' after only one chapter, so I know how that goes.