NIGHTMARE: THE KIDNAPPING

BY BLACKWIND

[ part 2 ]

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.

7:38 a.m. Friday, May 5

It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway as she skipped along the sidewalk on her way to school. She wished Ashley were there to talk to.

As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her daddy drove, pulled onto the street and up to the curb. The passenger door beside her opened.

"Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped politely. He looked like a nice man, pretty old though. His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, but he was smiling and his gray eyes looked friendly.

"I was wondering if you might like a ride to school. I'm going that way to see my niece", he said to her. "You could show me the way."

Megan thought it over. It was starting to get windy, and the umbrella couldn't keep all the rain out. Yet she had heard you shouldn't get in cars with strangers.

"Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said.

"Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered. "I'll give you some candy."

"I'd better not", Megan sighed.

Suddenly the man looked angry. He slid across the seat toward her. "Get in", he snapped.

Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide closer to her.

7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5

Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he still had his badge and cuffs. He also had his gun—a small, unregistered pistol he figured he might need tonight. He wanted cunt, and young cunt at that.

Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the nearby city of Carlton, he'd fantasized about what was probably happening to little Megan Reynolds. He imagined some stranger tearing the girl's short blue dress off of her young body and slamming his cock hard into her tiny body. He almost came just thinking about it.

He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting playgrounds and one of the two shopping malls, looking for young meat. He'd gotten mostly girls in their early teens so far, with a sprinkling of younger girls thrown in. Carlton was a big place but one of the poorer cities, so it wasn't unusual that a girl should be raped and couldn't remember who'd attacked her (he always made sure she couldn't, one way or another).

Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the elementary school. The rain had kept most of the kids away, but a few boys were playing basketball and a couple of young girls were on the merry-go-round. Those two he had his eyes on.

Both were young, about nine or ten. One wore jeans and a sweater, and had light brown hair; the other wore a checkered skirt and a white blouse with a red sweater, with short white socks and black leather shoes. She had long, straight, dark brown hair and a serious face.

Eventually the light-haired girl got up and left, opposite where he was. The boys left, too. As soon as they were gone, he got out and approached the girl.

"Hi", he said, very pleasantly. "What's your name?"

"Kelly", the girl answered.

"How old are you, Kelly?"

"Ten", she answered.

"Something wrong?"

"No." She didn't want to talk much. So he pulled out his badge. Her eyes grew wide. "Am I in trouble?"

"Yes you are. You're out after curfew. Now come over here."

Kelly walked over. "Am I in trouble for this, too?", she asked, handing him a note. There was something on it about her talking in class. He stuffed the note in his pocket and said yes.

Kelly, who stood only as high as his waist, looked at him nervously. "If my mom finds out, she'll kill me", she whimpered.

"Then maybe she won't", Brig said. This was what he needed. "Now put your hands behind your back."

Kelly put her hands back and Brig snapped the cuffs on her small wrists. It felt incredibly satisfying. He led her to the car and helped her in. Now it was time to have some fun.

11:45 p.m. Friday, May 5

June lay awake in bed, worrying about Megan and remembering how she had been, as a little girl, abducted and raped.

She was eleven when it happened. That was 1975. June had grown up in a quiet suburb of Cleveland. She was the youngest and smallest of five children, being only a tiny 4' 3" as Megan was now and just shy of sixty pounds. Her hair then had been long, to about the middle of her back, and dark red like Megan's. Her eyes were hazel—Megan got her blue eyes from her father.

The day it happened, she could remember clealry, had been overcast and warm. She could even remember her clothes: a pink t-shirt with the words "Palm Springs" on front, a pair of white shorts with little bows on the peaked sides and white tennis sneakers. She'd been shopping with her mother and had gone off to look at dolls when a young woman had approached her.

"Hi! My husband and I are kind of lost, and we were wondering if maybe you could help us out", she'd said. She was an attractive, tall woman with short blonde hair, dressed in bell-bottom jeans a halter top. June had said sure, she could help....

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"Our car is right over here", the woman said, leading June by the hand to a small silver car parked out at the edge of the lot. She could see a young man with wavy brown hair, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sitting in the driver's seat. He gave her a friendly smile as she got in with the woman.

"So, where you do want to go?", June asked.

"Someplace we can fuck you", the man said, still smiling.

June didn't know what that meant. "I don't understand."

The man put his hand on her bare thigh. "You will." He looked at his wife. "She's cute. Sexy. Good pick."

"Thanks", the woman had laughed, and suddenly her hand was over June's mouth. June had struggled for a few seconds, then stopped when the man shoved his hand between her legs. It felt good and scared her at the same time.

By then they'd started driving. The man told June "we're going to fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass" and the woman had felt her as the man did. About ten minutes later they'd pulled into a two-port garage where another car waited. The man told June "we're going to tie you up now, be good" and June started to cry. It didn't help. She was taken out of the car and told to stand still, the woman's hand still on her mouth, while the man picked up some rope...

7:42 a.m. Friday, May 5

Thinking she'd done something wrong, Megan quickly got into the car. Immediately the man was friendly. He tossed her books and umbrella in the back seat and shut the door. "Thank you", he said.

"For what?", Megan asked.

"For making this so easy."

xxx

He turned away from the girl long enough to put more chloroform on the cloth tucked down next to his door, then turned back, shoving the cloth over her mouth and nose. The little girl began to struggle, and he had to grab her head and hold her tight while she thrashed. He loved every minute of it. Slowly her struggles ceased, and very soon her pretty blue eyes closed. He lowered her head into his lap and gazed over her longingly.

She was so small and pretty, so sexy. Her skirt had ridden up in her struggles, revealing more bare thigh and a hint of cotton panties. He looked down at her face, so peaceful in unconsciousness. He cheek was pressed against his throbbing cock. Soon, she'd get him off. Soon.

He shifted the car into drive again and took off. The chloroform would last an hour, tops, and he had to have her home and ready by then. He would bind and gag her, of course, since it was only right, but there were other steps to get her ready. He was going to do more than just rape this young child—he was going to steal her innocence, break her will, make her his, and then...

He didn't think much about that. Later, when he came to it. In the meantime he just drove, clearing the town limits six minutes later, according to schedule, heading out onto the rural back roads to his cabin. To the place he'd prepared for her, for her nightmare to begin.