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DO NOT LET THEM PLAY OUT AT NIGHT Hello again, I decided to try something new and write a story from first person view. If you like it - good, At the time I was 13 and my little sister 11. We leaved in quiet middle class rural neighborhood, with no history of violent crimes. Since most parents thought it was safe children often played for fours outside without supervision and only returned home well after dark. The day this incident happened I had a lot of homework and could not go out until late in the evening (around 8) by ten all my friends had gotten to their home tired. The only other child still out was my sister Lisy. Lisy has always been quite the tomboy, always trying to prove to the boys she is at least as good as them in any and everything. Since I still did not feel I had by daily dose of fun, I asked our parents if we could stay out “just a little longer, please!” After Lisy back me up, mother relented making us promise to be careful before letting us go play again. As there were just two of us many potential games were out. In the end we decided to pretend to be secret agents exploring enemy territory. Meaning go to the local children hidden play area an old War II shelter in the nearby woods. Parents though it was dangerous and they were always telling kids not to go there, but since when do children listen. So armed each with plastic gun (for me a rifle, for her a water gun), flashlight and toy-walkie-talkie we set off. As we were approaching the old shelter my sister started to get a bit scared by the time we arrived no longer wanted to go in the dark, dump building. With a calling out to me: ”I will patrol the premises!” she hustled away from the entrance. To be honest I was scared too, the place looked nothing like it did during daylight, but as it had been my idea and I did not want to appear a cowered. So I went in. Before I was too much in I smelled burning fire. Deducing that some other kids must have sneaked in too, at first I felt relived and hurried in, the suddenly stopped sneaky prank coming to mind. Turning the flashlight off I crept in towards the firelight. It was quite a large fire, but only one person tending it. As whoever it was sitting with his back to me I managed to crept closer without being noticed. Once I was satisfactory close I jumped up leveling my toy rifle and shouting “Do’nt Move!” The surprised person slowly started turning, but one I saw his face it was my turn to turn pale-it was a stranger, grown up to boot. Before I could start stumbling out an excuse I felt a great weight falling down on me, saw the ground rushing to meet my face then – darkness. I could not have been more then two-three minutes out, but when I come-to I was already hog-tied on the ground with a dirty rag stuffed in my mouth, my possessions on a pile next to the fire. Two strangers were sitting next to the fire and debating what to do with me. Now I have a chance to look at them. The one I previously saw was a bit short, but nobody who took a better look could mistake him for a child. Children did not have face hair or so much muscles, nor any child he seen had that many face scars- or could look that vicious without even trying. The other adult looked normal proper high unremarkable face, at least until one saw his eyes. While the first man had a hard, cunning gaze his companion eyes shone with cruel malice. “You did not have to slam his so hard, Bill. He is just a kid.” Bill: “Partner, at the time all I could see was somebody pointing a gun at you and I reacted. Or you rather I left you get captured?” ‘Partner’: “Do not make it sound like you did it because you like me. You just need me if you want to stay out of the hands of the coopers.” Bill looked angry, but did not deny it. ‘Partner’:”… just as I needed you to pick the lock of the cell. Like it or not we need to stick together, at least for now.” Bill threw the other man a dirty look promising future retribution. If the short man noticed it he gave no indication.” Bill: “in any event, Griss we still have to decide what to do with the fucking brat.” Griss apparently did not like the nickname, but let it go instead turning to look at me. Seeing that I am awake, he approached. “Do not worry kid, you cooperate and we would not hurt you.” He said while squatting next to me. “Much”-added up Bill with cruel tone and smile to match. “So kid are you the only one around?” continues Griss. “Are there any more stupid mother-fucking bastards out there?” piped in Bill. I shook viciously my head I silent-‘No!’, my sister was out but I was not about to tell them that. “In that case we make a deal we could not …” before he could finish the walkie-talkie came on: “Red phoenix, are you there? Red phoenix, come in!” That was my code name in case you have not guessed. Bill started: “You miserable lying little” only to be cut of by his partner who did not sounded too pleased himself: ”Latter, Bill. Latter.” Griss quickly grabbed the toy by the fire and send back: “We got Red Phoenix, if you want to see him again come inside alone and unarmed.” Bill unhappy: “Griss, you sure this gonna work? The kid is probably half the hill down by now.” Griss not worried: “Unlikely they take this seriously. You never played make-belief as a child?” Bill smiling nasty: “When I was growing up, when I said :”move or I kick you ass” you better move or you will be looking for your teeth.” Griss, not impressed: “We should hide.” Then he slipped in the shadows. What seemed like an eternity but could not have been more then five minutes, Lisy walked in and saw me. I was trying to desperately cry out: “Run! Bring help” but nothing coffering get passed the rag. Bill came at my surprised sister from behind, wrapping one of his hands around her, the other clapping the mouth. Lisy however did not freeze but immediately bit down on his fingers. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood. In surprise, he let her go and she run towards the exit. But before she could make it the girl and my hopes were brought down Griss, who tackled by sister to the ground. While he was hog-tying her Bill continue to curse and suck his bleeding fingers, then took out not-too-clean handkerchief and wrapped it around them. He then came toward Lisy murder in his eyes: “Little man, I will make you wish you never been born.” Griss calmly: “No.” Bill outraged: “No!? The miserable bastard nearly bit my bloody fingers off! I will not be able to them for at least a week!” Griss: “I not trying to deny you your revenge. Just wanted to point out this child is probably a girl.” Bill looked skeptical. “Really? The brat look like a boy to me. Bites like one too.” Griss sat down and slap one hand of my sister unprotected crouch, the rubbed it up and down extracting a moan of displeasure from her before saying: “Remarkably flat crouch for a boy” Bill eyes shone with malediction: “Even better. Listen you miserable little slut, I will fuck you until your hearth goes out. OH we would have such a good time together.“ Griss: “No.” Bill trying to be diplomatic: ” Old Grizzly you. I did not know you swing both ways. You like them young too, doncha? Do not worry there is plenty of her for both of us. We can share.” Griss: “I mean if you are going to do this you will have to make it on your own.” Bill: “I did not know you are such a pussy.” Taking out a knife with his left hand: “You wanna do it? Come on prove me wrong.” Griss while putting his right hand in his pocket: “‘ove to, if I did not needed you.” “But if you feel so confident you can take me. With ONE hand!” at this the short man’s arms come up is boxer’s pose, only there was a brass knuckle on his right hand instead of a glove. “You are welcome to try.” Bill no longer so certain of himself, put back his knife and asked: “But why, there are plenty of places around to hide this brats bodies!” Griss: “A disappearance will tip off the authorities that we are in the area, something we cannot afford. Plus if we get cough right now they will give us five to ten for jailbreak. However, if they find out we raped and killed two kids the best we will be looking is life without parole.“ Bill took a moment to digest that. Then said: “But Griss, if we leave those brats go, the coopered will be after us even faster then I could pick a lock.” Griss: “Then we have to make sure that they do not squeak on us. That they are too scared or embarrassed.” Bill with evil grin: “I may know just the thing.” The pair quietly got together and discussed something for a minute. Bill: ”First the boy. Hey help me retie him.” The two of them came and untied my legs. Griss was holding me face down, while the tall male then went to pick my toy gun. Bill: ”Do not think I have forgotten you lied to us, prick! Now you see why people do not mess around with us!” At this he lined up and shoved the toy’s narrow end up into my ass. It hurt! It hurt so badly! As he continued in and out twisting to the side making me feel like I been assaulted by a giant screwdriver something else happened, which I did not immediately notice- I was getting a hard-on. It never has happened like this before. I mean I had couple of dreams, and it sometimes it grew when I got excited about something like a new toy, but never like this. It was totally unexpected, at least for me. The two man apparently has expected this to happen. Bill stopped his ministrations, took the toy out, only for as long it took to break off the muzzle and reinsert it back. Next they flipped me up making me sit with the back of my thighs in contact with the floor toy gun piece pushing still up and in, making me bend painfully forward. Bill exited: “Bring the girl next!” While Griss went to do that Bill took the opportunity to run his uninjured hand up and down my small shaft making it throb. “Enough of that!” Griss was back with Lisy, who looked like she was trying to wake up from a bad dream- and failing. I hopped they will go easier on her as she was a girl after all. I did not wish her to have to experience what I just had. My wish comes true-not quite. The two adults quickly retied her hands to the front and each of her feet so it was touching the corresponding thigh. Griss: “The two of them look quite alike” turning towards me “Your cousin?” I shook my head. “Sister then.” He concluded: “Not that it matters.” Griss then carefully lowered Lisy butt first into my lap, while Bill took a hold of my rod and guided it in her small asshole. Gravity did the rest. Griss then lift her up a bit then let her drop down. Once the initial shock passed, Lisy started bemoaning her abused orifice. At that point I could quite well imagine what she was going through. I desperately tried to relax, but just could not. Eventually though the short man grew tired, or just bored let her stay down. My sister’s feet were straddling outside of mine own, as a result of her weight being mostly placed on my tights I could not bend my feet up and my rod was buried to the balls in her. It also meant that she was leaning back to minimize the pain, leaving her exposed crouch open and accessible. Bill quickly took advantage of this moving closer to examine it. Griss disapproval: “I though we agreed not to do this.” Bill: “Do not be so stiff. I just want to show her a good time.” He puts some spit on his fingers and tries to push them in. this new assault apparently proves too much for Lisy for a thin but strong yellow jet started to come out. Bill tried to jump back, but as he tries to favor his right hand he slips and falls catching quite a bit of urine before he manages to roll away. When he came back up the taller man was vivid with rage, and Griss had to hold him back or he would have gone for my sister’s trough. Once he had his rage under control, he approached us again. Showing caution he stood out of ‘fire’ ark coming from the side. Bill then took my sister hair with his left and turn her head so he could meet the frantic child’s gaze. “SO you like to piss off people, EH?” he shook her head up and down “Yes. Well so do I. Let me return the favor… trough your brother.” He then looked at me. “You do not feel like taking a piss right now, do you?” I shook my head-of coarse not. “Well I could fix that.” Ending with nasty grin. He then went to retrieve four large bottle of mineral water hidden out of sight. Bill then took out my gag and ignoring my protest shove a plastic container in my trough, water started pouring in and some went the wrong way. Bill took out the bottle out and waited for my fit of coughing to subdue before commenting:”You are supposed to swallow.” I did not get the jock at the time, but apparently Griss did, because Lisy latter told me he smiled a little at that.” Next time I tried not to take any water, but Bill just held my nose shut until I have no other choice but gulp for air ending in another attack of coughs. “Kid” he started ”you either are gonna swallow as much I think you can hold and then some, or you could risk drowning.” I never imagined I could drink so much water, by the time he was satisfied I felt as if I had just drunk a river. Bill: “But, of coarse if your are going to do your sister a favor, she should return it.” Seeing that I do not get it Griss explained: “There are good favors, kid and there are bad favors.” Bill added: “Guess which kind I had in mind.” The tall guy then forced my sister to gulp nearly as much water as I had. Then he settled his attention again focused on her exposed snitch. When he touched her uterus (she said afterwards) few droplets of urine dripped out, but the girl needed more time to refuel. Bill then ask his partner to “ spread her up”, which the shorter man did. Griss seeing Bill’s face dripping with malice: “Do not do anything rush. If she does from blood lost it will be as bad as if we killed and buried her.” Bill: “Do not worry. You know me I am self-control itself.” Griss: “I DO know you, that is why.” Bill took out… an ordinary needle. He said to his partner. “I will make sure she will not be comfortable “going” for a while.” Lisy desperately tried to close up, but the men were too strong. While Griss hold her immobile Bill inserted the needle couple of times in and out her urethra putting small but extremely painful scratches on the inside. To this day I am not sure if she fainted or not. The villains then let us be for the next hour or so, talking around the fire before getting ready to leave. It seemed like eternity to us trying not to loose control our gladder. While my hard-on has passed times ago I dared not try to pull out. As I was the one who has not peed for the longest time, I was the one who started loosing the battle first. Few droplets at a time started to escape; Lisy felt it too for her whole body would perk up the every time it happened. Before leaving Bill apparently unsatisfied with the slow progress came and punched me in the stomach. I immediately lost control filling with urine my sister’s back passage forcing her to let go as well. The shrill cry she made even gagged would haunt me for months. Finally satisfied Bill cut our bonds an we fell exhausted still connected. Bill turn our connected bodies so I was top said “Remember brats, if you tell anybody, that you was us tonight you will also be telling them what happened here.” Then he cruelly yanked out the plastic piece imbedded in my ass making me black out for the second time that evening. When I came to Lisy was cradling my head in her lap. Me: “I am sorry, I am sorry Lisy. I never meant this to happen. I never…” Her :”I know. But it did.” Me: “How will you ever forgive me?” Her: “It was not your fault.” The she told me it has been more then an hour since I lost it. She had used her already soaked with urine skirt to clean herself up after purging herself outside. Her shirt she used to clean me up. As result she was almost completely naked. At this point I had recoverd enough from my pain in the ass to inquire if her bum does not hurt (Stupid of me I know, but based on her words she been up and around, while I was not sure I can stand) “It does hurt” she said, “but luckily your thing. Is not very big.’ (I had a bit of mixed feelings about that) Once I finally managed to regain my feet she shyly told me she needs my help. Me: “Anything!” Lisy: “I .. I need ……..I need you to help me pee.” That was one of the last things I expected her to say, right next to “That was fun, lets do it again!” But after she explained with much embarrassment, that every time she her urine comes in contact with the damages area near her opening it would cause her to nearly black out as well I understood. The way we did it was: Lisy would lie down face up; I will hold her wrist in one hand and with the other push on her stomach. Even though I tried to do it as gently as possible the first time one of her flailing in pains legs hit me hard on the head and make me sit down cross eyed for a while. It took another quarter hour before she could feel enough relieve to walk without bending over in pain. The dirty clothes and broken rifle we left behind only taking the time to retrieve the house keys before leaving. The two of us then make a slow way back towards home, with me holding on her for support. Our parents were already sleeping when we came home. If somebody saw a pair of dirty, smelly, naked kids waking like sailors after one too many, they had held their peace so far. At least I have not heard anything about it said in my presence. The two of us spend a long time in the shower first helping each other to clean up then treating each other injuries. The next rest of the week we spend home claiming to have stomachaches. We did not discuss with each other what had happened with us that night for months trying hard to forget. When one of us woke in the middle of the night screaming the other will cuddle him or her until dawn without saying a word. Not surprisingly neither of us started dating until we are already in our twenties. On the other hand that allowed us to focus on our academic life more fully me getting a Masters and her a PhD before settling down. We have not spoken of this incident in years. Now we both have children. We never let them play out at night! If you read this far and had not felt at least a bit uncomfortable (And you are not reading this from the slammer) means: I have to work more on my writings skills. |