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BR&T date: Thursday, 2 March 1995

Melissa Collier and Courtney Beeler thought the abandoned storehouse would be a perfect place to play. It was big, built out of cinderblock and steel beams, with a huge, open area and three smaller rooms, each with its own door.

The girls did what little girls do. They explored the place. The first two small rooms were empty, just dust and some old newspapers. In the third one they found a couple of battered chairs and a cot with a mattress. Under the cot they noticed a beat-up suitcase.

Being curious, they pulled it out and opened it. Inside were hundreds of pictures, all of little girls like themselves. Some had clothes on, many of the girls had some of their clothes off or out of place, and some were naked. Some were tied up, some were even gagged. Most of the pictures also showed a naked man, often on top of the girls or with their faces pushed against his crotch.

"What's he doing?" Courtney asked.

Melissa didn't answer her friend, but she knew the answer. Melissa was eight, two years older than Courtney, but also her best and only friend. There weren't many other kids around to play with, their age. Being older, Melissa knew more. She knew about this because her parents had taught her. She knew it was called rape and that it hurt and was bad.

She tried to explain it to Courtney, but the six-year-old didn't understand. Melissa put the pictures back in the suitcase and shoved it back under the cot.

The two girls returned to the big room and sat down to play with some dolls they'd brought, but Melissa was no longer enjoying herself. The pictures had upset her and she wanted to go, but she didn't want to upset Courtney. They weren't supposed to play this far from home and she was worried that Courtney might tell, and then they'd both be in trouble.

The entire time they played, Melissa's eyes kept wandering to the huge partly-open sliding door that led into the storehouse, which was set on the end of a long dead-end road miles from their homes. She kept expecting to have the man in those pictures come in.

Melissa was observant and had a good memory. She'd noticed that all of the girls in the pictures were not average, but all very pretty. Melissa and Courtney were very pretty, as well. Melissa was tall for her age, a little over four feet tall, and slender. Her hair was a light, shiny brown and worn long, down past her shoulders. Today she had it pulled back with a banana clip. Her eyes were a soft brown, her face and body lightly tanned by the summer sun, with a light smattering of freckles across her cute nose. A head shorter than Melissa, Courtney was slender as well. Her curly dark brown hair fell to her shoulders. She too, was lightly tanned, and had brown eyes like Melissa, and more freckles. Her cheeks were round and she had a pert nose. On this day both girls wore short pleated skirts and t-shirts, so there was much to be seen of them.

A noise outside the door startled Melissa. "Stay here," she told Courtney, and approached the door with her heart in her mouth. She risked a look out, and saw nothing. With her heart beating wildly, she stepped outside.

The area was open up to the woods and the road, desolate and weedy except for the remains of a few foundations of other buildings that had fallen down over the years. She looked around carefully and was about to go back inside when a hand suddenly clamped down over her mouth. A strong arm twisted hers up high on her back, and she felt her head jerked back. "Don't scream or struggle, little girl, and I won't hurt you," a man's hoarse voice whispered into her ear. "And don't cry, either."

Melissa choked back the tears of fear threatening to flood her eyes. Keeping her arm painfully pinned at her back and his hand at her mouth, the man forced her to walk backward to the side of the building. She felt sure her would rape her.

The man told her to close her eyes, and then he lowered his hand. She felt him grasp her firmly between the legs, rubbing her body. She let out a startled whimper.

"Now listen to me. You two shouldn't be up here, got that? This is my place. Nobody comes here but me. Did you see the pictures?"

Melissa nodded.

"Good, then you know what I do to little girls, especially pretty little girls like you." He kissed the side of her neck. "Right now, I ain't in the mood. Now tell me your name and your little friend's name."

"Melissa Collier and Courtney Beeler," Melissa whimpered.

"How old are you two?"

"I'm eight, Courtney's six," she answered.

"Now tell me where you live. And don't lie or you'll never make it back there."

So Melissa told him. He asked for a lot: her address, and Courtney's, their phone numbers, their parents' names, where her own bedroom was in the house, where Courtney's bedroom was in her house, what time their parents went to bed, and how many brothers and sisters they had. Both of them were only children, she told him. In fact, Melissa told him everything, truthfully. She was that scared.

"Now listen. You get your friend and get the hell out of here. Got that? Don't tell anybody you were here or what happened, not even your little friend. I'll know, 'cause I'm going to watch you. Tonight when you go to bed, I want you to leave your window unlocked. You got a dog or a burglar alarm?" Melissa shook her head. "How about Courtney's house?" Again, Melissa shook her head. "Good. Now a few more things. When you go to bed tonight, I want you to sleep in a t-shirt and your panties. Nothing else. I want you to blindfold yourself, too. And you better do it, because I'll be watching. You won't know where. If you don't do what I say, I'll get you and you can count on it."

"I'll do it," Melissa promised.

"Bet you will. Now pull your skirt down and don't give me any trouble about it!"

Her fingers shaking, Melissa undid the button and zipper on her skirt and pulled it down, dropping it at her ankles, leaving only her light pink cotton panties. She felt the man slip his hand down the side of her hip and push the waistband of her panties down each side. She felt her panties drop to her knees, then felt him push the cloth lower, until her panties landed around her ankles like her skirt.

"Step out of them both," he ordered, giving a little push up on her arm to remind her what he could do if she disobeyed.

Melissa stepped out of the fallen clothes, leaving her naked below her waist. She felt ashamed. She expected him to do more, but he didn't.

"Pull your skirt up," he told her, "and remember this: I want to see you and Courtney in pretty skirts or dresses the rest of this summer, got that? Like this one or shorter. I want to see bare leg, and lots of it, right down to your ankles. No socks. If you don't do what I say and I see you, I'll hurt both of you. Got that?"

Melissa nodded.

"Alright. Now get out of here, and hurry! And if you ever come back here again, next time I won't be so nice. Now get going and don't look at me!"

Melissa took off at a run, one hand holding her skirt down to keep it from flipping up and letting the man see her bare bottom. She didn't dare risk a look back. Hurrying inside, she gathered up the dolls and grabbed Courtney's hand, pulling her out. Courtney started arguing with her.

Scared but still able to think, Melissa told Courtney she had seen a bear. That was enough for Courtney, who took off like a shot. Melissa didn't look back. She was afraid the man would see her. She knew she'd keep her promise, and she knew he would come to her house tonight and maybe rape her in her own bed. But she was too scared of him to tell anyone.

Melissa Collier spent much of the afternoon at her friend Courtney's house, trying to look calm and unafraid, very difficult for an eight-year-old girl to manage while in a state of near-panic.

She did it strictly for the benefit of six-year-old Courtney, who had no idea that only an hour ago a man had held Melissa pinned and ordered her to divulge everything about the two of them, right down to the location of their bedrooms. Courtney also had no idea that the man had ordered Melissa to prepare herself for his inevitable midnight entry into her own room, with consequences to follow.

The girls played alone in the house, empty except for the two of them. Both of their parents worked and both girls were only children. They lived in a new "upper middle class" housing tract and so far they'd been the only two children who had moved in, with the exception of a few teenagers in distant houses.

Courtney made Kool-Aid for them in the kitchen, Melissa sat on the couch nervously. She wanted to go home and put some panties on, before Courtney noticed. The man who had pushed hers down had made her take them off and leave without them. She felt vulnerable with no panties on under her skirt.

The phone beside her rang. She picked it up. "Hello?" she asked, without thinking.

"Hello, Melissa," the man's voice said in her ear. She froze. "I'm here in your house. It's very nice. I like your bedroom, especially your canopy bed with the white sheets and Care Bears bedspread. Now listen, Melissa. I've changed my mind about some things. Tonight, when you go to bed, I want you to sleep naked. Get under the sheets with no clothes on at all, is that clear?"

"Yes," Melissa croaked, trembling. She was certain now what he was going to do to her.

"Nice girl. Now what I want you to do is come over here in ten minutes with Courtney. When you get here, I want you to keep Courtney here until her parents come home. Got that?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Good. Don't disappoint me, Melissa, or you'll regret it." The line went dead. Shaking, she hung up the phone.

Melissa let go of the phone just in time. Courtney entered, with a glass of pink Kool-Aid with ice for each of them. "Who was that?" she asked.

"Just a salesman," Melissa lied. She glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel. Five after three. At three fifteen she'd have to take Courtney over to her house. She hoped the man wouldn't be there.

The man wasn't there, but he'd left something. Her panties, neatly pressed flat, lay on her bed. She quickly pushed them off before Courtney saw, and kicked them under the bed until she could get them later.

Melissa trembled with terror. The man meant business, there was no doubt. Her only real choice, she knew, was to do what he wanted and hope that if he did hurt her, he wouldn't kill her. She also hoped he'd leave innocent Courtney alone.

Courtney watched cartoons downstairs, which Melissa normally watched with her. Instead, Melissa checked the rest of her room to see if he'd left anything else. Sure enough, she found a letter on her dresser. One line alone: "Better not forget about the skirts!"

Melissa knew what that meant. The man had told her that she and Courtney had to wear skirts or short dresses the rest of the summer, and ones no longer than the skirt she had on now. It reached only to the tops of her slender young thighs, and when she bent over or ran quickly, her panties often showed, she knew. She had never thought much about that before, but now that she had no panties on at all, she was constantly aware of how much of her bare body showed.

She quickly went through the drawer where she kept her clothes, separating them. She had a number of skirts in the back that still barely fit her, and quite a few girlish dresses hanging in her closet that would do also. She frowned, aware that the man would like them, torn between fear of doing as he wanted and fear of not doing as he wanted. Even as old as she was, Melissa still looked good in short pretty dresses and skirts, being slender with long, shapely legs. Courtney, being younger and therefore prettier, looked even better when her legs showed. Once Melissa had the skirts separated, she took all of her socks, shorts, and jumpers and stuffed them in another drawer. She wasn't supposed to wear any for the rest of the summer, either.

As frightened as she was, Melissa was also somewhat flattered. She knew she was pretty: long, shiny light brown hair that fell past her shoulders, brown eyes and a cute face with a slim nose and freckles. She was lightly tanned from the summer sun and could still pass for a few years younger than her eight years. Her beauty and sexiness hadn't faded yet, like several other girls in her class at school. The man's demand that she show so much skin, as threatening as it was to her, had at least confirmed the fact that she was still that pretty.

Courtney stuck her head in a minute later. She was very pretty also, with curly, dark brown hair to her shoulders, brown eyes like Melissa's, and big, freckled cheeks. She too, was lightly tanned all over.

"C'mon, Melissa, the Care Bears are on," she urged.

Melissa felt like crying. The Care Bears. All Courtney was concerned with. In one instant, Melissa realized her childhood innocence was gone, all because of one man and his threats.

That night before bed, Melissa brushed out her hair as usual, staring at her slender, nude body in the mirror. Her panties and the t-shirt she usually wore to bed lay nearby. She'd kept them on long enough to kiss her mother good-night.

She'd gone over to Courtney's that evening to help her get her clothes separated. She'd made it like a game, which Courtney eagerly agreed to go along with. She told her they were going to dress in only pretty frilly dresses or short skirts the rest of the summer, for fun. She'd also checked Courtney's room, to reassure herself her friend would be safe. The man had left nothing behind, but he'd fixed the window so it wouldn't lock. The sight of that made Melissa sick.

Now, as she climbed into bed, she knew for certain the man would come after Courtney as well as her. Yet she was still too scared to tell anyone, in case he saw her trying to tell. Maybe he'd get caught.

After shutting off her light, she picked up a scarf from the nightstand and tied it over her eyes, blindfolding herself, as he had told her to do. Then she laid back and waited, dreading the night, nervous of every sound she heard outside.

The man watched the light go off in Melissa's room, then made a beeline for Courtney's house. Having taken a good look at the younger girl, he'd decided he wanted her even more than Melissa. He was having too much fun with Melissa to get started too fast, so Courtney would come first.

He placed a ladder against the house and climbed up, pushing through Courtney's open window. She lay asleep under her covers. He ignored her for now, heading instead to her parents room.

With him he carried a gauze pad and a bottle of chloroform. Spilling some of the stuff on the pad, he pressed it first to the man's nose, then the woman's. Curious, he drew the covers aside. Both of her parents slept naked. Her mother was considered an attractive woman by others, petite and slender. Nothing he saw turned him on in the slightest. The object of his lust slept upstairs.

Dropping the sheet to cover their uninteresting bodies, he hurried up to Courtney's room and undressed. His plan was to strip the girl naked and rape her, threatening her to keep her from telling. Suddenly, he changed his mind. Dribbling a little more chloroform on the pad, he pressed it to the girl's face and held it there until she passed into deep sleep.

Pulling aside the covers, he gazed on her. The innocent little girl wore a full-length granny gown and clutched a Care Bear (Lionheart, he knew, from another little girl he'd had) under her arm. He took the Bear away and carefully removed her nightgown, slipping it up past her titties, past her face, and pulling it roughly off of her slender arms. She murmured, and he froze, but she was too deeply asleep to awaken. She wore white cotton panties underneath. Slowly he slid them down, savoring the sight as her pussy came into view. The sight of her nude, pretty body sent his lust flying.

His cock ached for the tiny beautiful pussy between her legs, all hot and tight and virgin. But not tonight. He would leave her a virgin tonight, and rape her later. He wanted her awake the first time she got raped. Hell, make that every time. Tonight, he'd use her body in another way.

He fell on her then, fondling and licking her tiny nipples, her legs, her arms, her face, everywhere. He licked her snatch, making her stir. Amused, he fingered her, just a little. Little girls were capable of orgasm, he knew, not that he cared. After all, they had the same nerves in the same places they would have when they were older, and pain worked exactly the same regardless of age; it was just stupid to think pleasure wouldn't work the same way. He fingered her a little more, just to see her reaction, then he went back to his own business. He fell on her again, kissing everywhere, spreading her legs wide to get at her, until her feet hung off both sides of her narrow bed.

He especially enjoyed her young mouth, thrusting his tongue far into her throat, until she gagged. By then his lust was so strong he knew he would come if he touched her again, and he didn't want that. He wanted her to be awake when he achieved penetration. He wanted to see the fear and pain in her eyes and on her face, hear her shriek. It would be all the pain he could possibly deliver.

He stepped away from the sexy little girl and reached under the bed, where he'd taped an instant camera earlier. He snapped a picture of her, then dressed her and put the Bear back next to her. She slept on, oblivious. After getting dressed, he slipped out, and on to Melissa.

Melissa must have dozed, because suddenly she awoke. Someone was kissing her mouth. "Wake up, sleeping beauty," the man's hoarse voice whispered in her ear.

Melissa froze. He was here, with her. She felt him leaning over her. Something brushed her thigh and she jumped. The man told her to be quiet and not to cry yet. Melissa had to fight her tears down.

He took her left wrist and tied a rope around it, then affixed that to the headboard of her bed. He kissed her mouth again. She didn't kiss back. Then he took her right hand and guided it. She felt it touch something long, stiff and warm. He told her to close her hand.

Sickened, Melissa realized she held his cock. She felt him pull the covers away, exposing her nakedness. Then he took her hand from his cock and tied it like the other one.

Melissa had seen something like this in one of the pictures in the suitcase. A little girl had been tied to a bed about like she was, with the man on top of her. Though the girl had been gagged in the picture, her expression left no doubt she'd been crying and struggling against the ropes that held her. Melissa knew that when the man put his cock in her, as he was surely going to do, it would hurt her terribly.

"Please don't," she whimpered.

"Please don't what, Melissa?"

"Please don't put it in me," she begged, her voice a squeaky whimper in the quiet room. "Please."

"You sound like you're crying, Melissa. I told you not to cry. Do you want to cry, Melissa?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"You can cry then. But you have to kiss me first, like you mean it. Go on." He pressed his lips to hers.

She'd never kissed before, but she did her best to get it right, to 'mean it' so he might not hurt her.

The man seemed pleased. "We'll do that some more tonight. You can cry now."

She immediately did so, and didn't stop.

Her crying didn't bother him, as she might have thought. He thought it made fitting background music. He continued to kiss her mouth, then her face, her neck and shoulders. His hands caressed her body.

Melissa cried quietly, afraid of waking her parents. She didn't know he had drugged them.

He spent a long time sucking and pinching her delicate nipples, then licked and kissed his way down her flat stomach, tonguing her belly button. He licked her between her legs, fondled her legs as well. He moved his hand up to her middle. He inserted the tip of one finger, but he didn't press any further in. He didn't want to rush things too much.

Then she felt him move off the bed, up next to her head. She felt the soft fleshiness of his cock against her lips.

"Now take this in your mouth and suck on it. Pretend you're a baby and this is a bottle." He pushed it further into her unresisting mouth.

Melissa began to suck. Before long, her jaws hurt. The man had most of his cock in her mouth now; it wasn't thick, but it was long, and she her jaw grew tired.

"I'm...coming!," he moaned, and a hot, thick liquid splashed down her throat. She choked and gagged as she tried to get it down. When she had her breath back, he made her lick his cock and then removed it from her mouth.

"Good, Melissa, you're learning. Tomorrow night we'll do something different." He untied her hands and took the ropes away. He dropped something lightly on her chest, then drew the covers up. "Now wait until I'm gone," he told her, and slipped out the window.

Melissa waited until she heard the window slide shut. As soon as he was gone, she yanked off the blindfold and picked up a picture on her chest. Turning on the light, she saw her six-year-old friend, Courtney, asleep on her bed, naked and spread-eagled, her sexy little pussy glistening.

Melissa began to sob.

The next morning Melissa slept late, telling her mother she felt sick. She did, really. Most of all, she dreaded the night and the man. He'd promised to come back. But he didn't, except in her nightmares. A week passed, Melissa playing by his rules, but he didn't show up. Instead, she got a threatening letter that he was still watching. He warned her he wouldn't hurt her if she did as he wanted. She would.

She would, for Courtney's sake.

BR&T date: Friday, 17 March 1995

Melissa Collier was understandably upset over the disappearance of her friend Courtney Beeler. That was how the adults around her saw it, anyhow, when they saw it at all. For a week they were attentive to her, comforting, while all the time totally unaware of the problem.

It had started two weeks ago when she and Courtney had found what they thought was a new place to play. It was an old storehouse, part of an abandoned industrial park, set about a mile from the rural "upper middle class" tract community the two girls lived in. Because they were the only two children of nearly the same age living there (the tract had yet to have many buyers) they had become fast friends. Two weeks ago, as it happened, they'd gone up to the storehouse, strictly off-limits to play, as it lay nearly two miles from home through a dense wood. There they'd found a suitcase full of disturbing photos of little girls that made Melissa very nervous.

Not ten minutes later she'd found herself captive as a man threatened her and Courtney in numerous ways, including an order for both girls to go around bare-legged the rest of the summer, wearing only short dresses or skirts and no socks. On top of that, he had taken Melissa's panties, and ordered her to leave her window unlocked, and had in turn unlocked Courtney's as well. That very night he had stripped Courtney as she lay drugged in her own bed, then tied Melissa to her own bed and forced her to have oral sex with him.

A week later, Courtney had disappeared.

Today, a week after Courtney's sudden disappearance, Melissa dressed herself in a white blouse under a pink pullover sweater, a short white pleated skirt, light yellow panties, and white sneakers. She set out on a mission. She needed to know.

As she approached the old storehouse, her heart began to pound with dread. She'd avoided the place like the plague, knowing all too well that there she would find the answer to what happened to Courtney.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw him.

"Come in, Melissa," he told her.

"What did you do to Courtney?" she asked accusingly.

"I'd be happy to tell you. Come and take a look at this." He motioned her over to the bed, lifting a picture from a small pile.

Nervously, Melissa approached the bed.

The man suddenly jumped to his feet and grabbed her wrist before she could back away. He dragged her kicking and struggling and screaming the rest of the way to the bed, stopping only to tie her hands behind her back and gag her mouth. When she continued to fight, he lifted her by her wrists, bent back behind her. Amused by the eight-year-old's whimpering and her feeble struggling, he kept her suspended until she stopped kicking. "If you fight me any more, Melissa, you'll really regret it. Now sit down and keep still. Oh, but you don't have to stop crying. Go right ahead!"

He sat the girl down on the cot and bound her ankles, then pushed her flat. Melissa shook her head, tears rolling from the sides of her eyes, but he got on her anyway, lowering his pants. "It's time you got your cherry popped, too," he laughed teasingly. He pulled her skirt down and off, then her panties, but he didn't enter her immediately.

"Now I'll tell you what I did to your little friend. Pay attention, Melissa, because I'm going to do the same to you!"

BR&T date: Thursday, 9 March 1995

Courtney didn't understand what was wrong with her friend Melissa. She wasn't any fun anymore. She hardly laughed or smiled and never seemed to want to go out and play. Most of the time she just slept or stayed home.

That had gone on for a week, making Courtney quite annoyed. She decided to play by herself if Melissa didn't want to. She even played by Melissa's rules: today she had put on a light pink spring dress with white lace along the hem and sleeves, over lavender and white bunny panties and her prettiest white dress shoes. She wondered if short lacy white socks would be alright, but decided that "no socks" meant no socks. If Melissa wouldn't have fun with her, at least she could still have fun by herself, by dressing pretty and pretending to be a princess.

Being only six, she couldn't comprehend what was going on with her friend. She didn't know that Melissa was like a bug under a microscope, being watched, studied, used. Courtney didn't even know that she herself, as she lay sleeping, had been stripped, fondled, and photographed. Those things were not part of her world. Out of fear for their safety, Melissa had told her nothing.

She didn't know, either, that by playing by Melissa's rules, she was also playing the game that the man who threatened and later orally raped Melissa had demanded. If she had known, she might not have made the mistake she did.

Courtney was a pretty girl. She was small, with curly, dark brown hair down to her shoulders and big, freckled cheeks. Her small body was slim and long legged and oozed innocent sexiness.

As Courtney sat down to play with her dolls, she found one of them missing. She searched everywhere, but it was gone. Courtney had a good memory, and thought back to the last time she'd seen it, up at the old storehouse, in the woods a mile from her house, where a bear (actually, the man who stalked her and Melissa) had chased them.

She wanted the doll back, but she was a little scared. Of the bear, of course. But that was a week ago; it would be long gone by now. And besides, there was something else she wanted to see up there.

The something was the suitcase full of pictures of girls like her and Melissa, some nude or partly nude, many bound and gagged. They fascinated her curiosity. She wanted to see them again, even though she didn't understand what they implicated.

She made up her mind to go there. She knew Melissa wouldn't come so she'd have to go alone. For company she brought her stuffed Care Bear, Lionheart. She knew he would protect her.

It was a long trip through the woods, and Courtney watched them constantly, afraid the bear would come back. She hurried up to the storehouse and went inside. "You stay here and guard," she told the stuffed Care Bear, sitting it down by the big open door. Then she turned and darted into the room where the pictures were kept, stored beneath an old cot.

She pulled out the suitcase that held them and began looking them over. She didn't know any of the girls, but it wasn't hard to tell they didn't seem to be enjoying themselves.

Courtney heard a footstep, and suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She found herself looking up at a tall, muscular man with dark hair. He wore a white half-tshirt, jeans and boots. He smiled at her. "Hello, Courtney. What are you doing here?"

Courtney swallowed hard. She'd been caught. She looked at the pictures. "I came back for my dolly."

"Your dolly? Is she in there with my pictures?"

"No."

"Then why were you in there, huh?"

"I--"

"That's okay," he reassured her. "You just wanted to see them, right? All those pretty girls, just like you. They're all dollies, too. I like pretty dollies. Especially pretty dollies like you. Do you want to be my dolly, Courtney? It's fun. We'll play a lot of games."

His voice was calm and kind, putting Courtney at ease so she didn't even wonder how he knew her name. His offer to play with her sounded fun since Melissa no longer wanted to play anything. "I guess. Sure, let's play! I'm a princess dolly. What'll we play?"

"Let's play tie up. Put your hands behind you, princess."

Giggling, Courtney put her hands behind her. To her, it was just a game. The man tied her hands, tightly. She couldn't get loose.

He tied her ankles next. Courtney stood still, her eyes on the pictures. Then she saw one. Of herself, naked on her bed.

"Hey, that's me!" she shouted, and suddenly realized this wasn't a game. By then, it was too late.

"That's right, Courtney. It's too bad you came up here and saw that. And me." He pulled a gag over her mouth and tied it, stifling any screams she might have uttered. "Now I can't let you go. And I'll have to punish you."

He pushed the terrified little girl back down onto the cot. He began to undress.

"It's really too bad, Courtney. For you. This will hurt a lot." Courtney's eyes grew wide. Tears filled her eyes. She struggled, but the ropes were too tight. She was helpless.

The man removed the rest of his clothes, his huge cock erect and ready.

Then he lowered himself to her. He slipped an arm under the back of her neck and kissed her soft freckled cheeks, her ear, her eyes, her soft neck. His free hand slipped along the length of her bare thigh, then it was up again, sliding up underneath the lacy pink dress. He pushed the dress up her chest, to her neck. He looked down to see her panties. "Oooooh! What cute little white bunny rabbits, Courtney," he teased her. "Did you know when you put them on that they'd all get to watch you get raped?"

His hand slid over her flat abdomen, down between her legs. Courtney shook and cried from fear. She felt his hand rubbing her bare mound. She felt him insert his finger, rubbing deeper inside. Then he removed his finger and put his cock in there. She felt him push slightly, felt it go inside of her. And then it hurt. Courtney's little back arched high as he pushed hard, hard enough to break her hymen and achieve total penetration. Her muffled screams rose and fell, echoing through the room with nobody to help her.

The man laughed, enjoying himself. She was tight inside, like all little virgins. He pumped her, driving her to newer and newer heights of pain. Though her eyes were closed he could read the fear and pain on her pretty young face.

With great delight he reached up and tweaked her tiny pink nipples, increasing her pain. The little girl thrashed under him, impaled on his throbbing mass, held there as he came deep inside of her and then fell on her with all of his weight, making her gasp for air.

He got off of her and removed a camera from under the bed, snapping a picture. Unlike the other girls, he couldn't take chances with her, couldn't keep her there for days. Melissa might talk. It wouldn't take long, he knew, before the eight-year-old would figure where her friend was. It wouldn't stop him from having his fun now, however.

He lowered himself to the girl again and raped her for the next twenty minutes. Her struggles were nearly as fierce as the first time, but quickly lessened. You could only rape a virgin once, he had always said.

When he'd finished with that, he sat the little girl up and pulled down her gag. She made no effort to scream or resist as he slid his cock into her mouth, enjoying the moist warmth. She began to suck it without giving him any trouble.

He enjoyed himself, letting the child suck him off and swallow his thick, hot load. When it was done he withdrew and gagged her once more, satisfied.

Grabbing her arm, he jerked the little girl to her feet and forced her outside. Looking around a moment, he turned and forced her into the woods.

Courtney stumbled a lot as he took her into the woods. She was dazed and probably sick and he didn't care anyway. He found a suitable tree and tied her to it, wrapping a length of rope around her waist. Then he left her there, where Melissa wouldn't be able to find her even if she did come around.

Courtney began to struggle, pulling furiously at the rope that held her. It was all for nothing. She stayed there, helpless and naked, until he returned for her.

BR&T date: Friday, 17 March 1995

"Yeah, it was something. And now I'm going to do the same to you, Melissa. Except in your case, I can keep you tied up and rape you right here. No one's going to bother us."

As the man lowered himself between her legs, Melissa felt despair overcome her. He was going to rape her, she knew, and knowing she couldn't possibly stop him was terrifying. He would enter her, take her virginity. He'd hurt her all he wanted. No matter what he did after that, no matter how many times he raped her, it would never be over. His little game would go on and on. He'd have what he wanted, the perfect little slave. She'd have to do whatever he wanted.

The head of his cock touched the outer folds of her tiny, bare slit and pushed in. Melissa tensed, anticipating the pain, but she was not ready. She felt her hymen tear. The pain was nearly unbearable. The man shoved harder, deeper inside of her, burying himself in her.

This man had raped and kidnapped her best friend, using her like a rag to fuck and abuse. Melissa knew she would be treated the same. Yet, she had no idea how much worse it could get.

She would find out the same way Courtney had.