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NIGHTMARE: THE BEGINNING [ part 1 ] AUTHOR'S WARNING: This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence content. It depicts the graphic rape of a pre-teen girl. This file is intended for those who enjoy young stuff fantasies with a violent edge. If you are turned off my this type of material, then please delete it immediately and read no further. 7:00 a.m. Friday, May 5 Megan Reynolds got up for school as she did every morning, ahead of the alarm clock and her mother's urging. Megan was a good girl, the very picture of innocence at the tender age of 7. Her long, dark red hair fell almost to her slender waste, framing her pretty young face with its button nose and clear blue eyes. Her smile was the smile of a happy, innocent, well-adjusted little girl. She slipped off her nightgown and went to her dresser to get her clothes. She didn't stop to look at her slim, four foot three inch frame in the mirror, with her tiny pink nipples and hairless, smooth pussy. Megan could not know that her pink nipples and hairless pussy would soon become the center of attention. Megan selected a pair of clean white coton panties with little daisies on them from her drawer and slipped them on. She pulled on a pair of low white socks next, then slipped a short sleeve dark blue dress with flower patterns on it over her, affixing the small sewn in belt around the waist. The dress offered an excellent view of her shapely young legs, as it fell to only the middle of her slim thighs. After putting a pair of patent leather black buckle shoes on her feet, she hurried into the bathroom to brush out her hair and add a couple of barettes to keep it back. She played with her earlobes, wishing she could wear earrings. Her mom said no, she was too young yet. Back to her room so she could pick up her schoolbooks, then off to breakfast. She ate her cereal and washed it down with some milk, the kissed her mother and father good-bye. "I'm going over to Ashley's after school, mommy", she told her mother. "Take an umbrella. It's raining", her mother told her. Megan grabbed an umbrella on the way out and skipped down the block to her best friend Ashley's house. Ashley was seven, like Mindy, with long blonde hair and was also very cute. Ashley's mom met her at the door. "Ashley's sick today, honey", her mother said. "You can stop over after school to see her if you want." "Okay. Tell her I hope she feels better", Megan called, and skipped off. It was only four blocks to school, a distance Megan traveled every morning, usually with Mindy. But today Megan would not get that far. Indeed, little Megan would never get to school.
7:35 a.m. He looked calm, but hardly felt that way. His hands thrummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited. He had chosen the street purposely because all the houses were either abandoned or occupied by low-income types who slept all day. He also knew that the young girls often came this way. He'd watched them for weeks now. Sometimes they came in pairs or groups, sometimes alone. He wanted to get one alone, lure her in or get her close enough. Then...oh yes, then! Suddenly, he spotted her. There were no other cars on the street—fortune was smiling at him. Forcing himself to stay calm, he shifted into drive. She was young, pretty—he'd seen her before, a gorgeous little redhead. Shapely legs, a slim figure, the way he liked them. And young. Especially young. Smiling, he pulled up alongside the curb.
5:00 p.m. Friday, May 5 Mrs. Reynolds glanced at the clock and then the dinner table, then to the phone. Megan knew to be home by dinner, or at least call. She was always such a good girl. Always on time, always polite. Deciding maybe she'd gotten carried away playing and lost track of the time, she picked up the phone and dialed the Carter's house. After two rings Mrs. Carter picked up. "Bev? Hi, it's June. Is Megan there?" "No June. I expected her to stop by tonight after school, but she never did. Ashley's been sick all day and—" "Did you see her this morning?", June asked. "Yes, about her usual time. Why?" "She's late for dinner. I'll try her other friends." A frantic fifteen minutes later, June was dialing the police. She'd tried all of Ashley's friends and even the school, to no avail. She was beginning to fear the worst. Living in a small town like Harper's Falls, June never felt she had to fear the usual things most people did. She'd told Megan maybe once not to talk to strangers, a few years back. The town was simply too friendly and she felt too safe to worry. Now she was. After giving a description of Ashley to the officer on the line, she had to sit and wait for another officer to come over and take a statement. He arrived not five minutes later. He was young, with acne still on his face, and hardly looked a day past nineteen. "Alright, ma'am, I need a full description", he said in a very businesslike tone. "She's 7, four feet three inches and about sixty pounds, with waist length red hair and blue eyes. She had on a short sleeved dark blue dress with a floral pattern, white ankle socks and black buckle shoes. She was carrying a pink umbrella." The officer jotted it all down. "You looked around for her? You know how kids are", he said. "Yes!", June almost shouted. "It isn't like Megan to not call if she's going to be late. I'm afraid..." "Yep, looks like a kidnapping", the young officer said. "Some pervert probably snatched her off the street, tied her up and he's raping her. We'll probably find her dead in a field someplace." June blinked a couple of times. Had he actually just said that? Weren't police supposed to be sympathetic and understanding? "Excuse me, but this is my daughter we're talking about here!", June screamed. "Yes ma'am", the young officer sighed. "And we'll look for her, I promise." He touched the brim of his hat and walked out. June remained where she was, gaping.
5:43 pm. Friday, May 5 Officer Brig climbed into his cruiser and radioed in the information, a sick smile crossing his face. He'd loved the look on the woman's face, enjoyed it. It was one reason he'd become a cop. Being a born sadist, he just loved to upset people. Personally, he figured they'd never find the girl. If they did, she'd be dead anyway. The idea of it turned him on, a lot. Brig was not just a sadist, but a pedophile, too. In his opinion, little girls were just sex toys, meant to be used and thrown away. By thrown away, he meant killing them. Brig loved snuff films for that reason. He'd yet to kill a kid himself, but he'd raped his share of little girls. He was one mean bastard. He was about to pull out when June rushed out with a photo. "Here. It was taken last week", she said, handing it to him through his partly open window. Brig took it with a nod and examined it. What he saw turned him on. Megan was wearing a short sleeved white dress in it, and the skirt was short enough to see lots of thigh. If you looked closely, you could see up her skirt. That gave him a raging hardon. He needed to let it off. Yeah, tonight he'd do just that. He got off duty in a hour. Then he'd go hunt up a little girl, maybe just like Megan. He'd play bad cop and use her like a rag doll. Of course, he wouldn't do it here. The city was nearby. He'd go there. Nobody'd notice. Nobody ever did.
7:01 p.m. Friday, May 5 The house was filled with people. All of June's and Bill's friends had come over to help out anyway they could. An FBI agent and an officer from the state police were there, as well as an officer from the Harper's Falls police department. None of them talked like Officer Brigs. June was glad for that. At the same time, she didn't mention Brig's behavior. The police had canvassed the neighborhood, and along with volunteers, had spent the last two hours searching, but there was no sign of Megan. One man—someone the police called "hardly credible"—had reported seeing Megan talking a man in a burgundy car. There had been a few sick prank calls, none of which checked out, from people wanting ransom for Megan. All the while June was thinking about her own childhood. How one day she had been lured into a car by "a nice man" and his "wife" who had tied her up and used her preteen body for sex before finally letting her go. It bothered her she'd never considered it could happen here.... |