MERRILL'S ORDEAL

BY SCAVENGER

[ part 1 ]

It was too easy. As he came out of the mall and headed for his car, a little girl, about 8 or 9 years old, was sitting in the back seat of her car, all the windows rolled down to help keep her cool. Of course, with no breeze, the windows being down offered no help. Sweat rolled down her almost naked body. She wore a bright blue bikini swimsuit, the top barely covering her nipples, the bottoms a thong style, a very small triangle of blue covering her genitals. But just barely. The sweat literally covered her in a sheen of hot brightness. She was playing Nintendo.

His car was parked directly across from hers. (Or, perhaps, her mother’s.) He stooped down and looked in.

“Hi, there, sweetheart,” he yelled at her, knowing the headphones would probably cover a normal “Hello”. She jerked, startled. She scooted to the other end of the back seat, fear in her eyes.

“Who are you?” she asked, a tremor in her voice.

“Let’s just say I’m a friend you have just met. My name is _______. I thought you might want to sit in my car in the air conditioner until your mom comes out. How about it? My car is just parked there.” He pointed at his car, its front end facing her own car’s front end.

“No, I can’t. I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, or go anywhere with them.”

“You know, you are absolutely right. I had no right to ask you to sit where you would be comfortable and cool.” And he walked away, toward his own car.

“Wait!” she yelled. “Are you sure it will be OK?”

“Sure, honey. Come on.” She got out, and began to dance on the concrete it was so hot. He hurried over and picked her up, her sweet bare feet dangling below his arm. Her petite bare bottom rubbed against his own bare arm. Oh, how easy this is, he thought. He looked around. No one was even close. No one saw him kidnap her.

He opened the passenger side of his car and slid her in. She continued to play her Nintendo. “Tell you what. You tell me what your mom looks like, I’ll tell her you’re with me, so she won’t worry about you when she comes out. How about that?” He turned on the ignition and the AC as he promised.

“Sure. She’s wearing a pair of blue jeans, white tennis shoes with no socks, a white blouse, and a blue baseball cap with the words ‘America Forever’ on it in red and white.”

“OK, you wait here where it’s nice and cool, and I’ll be right back.”

He pretended to go into the mall, and in a few minutes returned to the car and got in. He started the engine. “What are you doing?”

“Oh. Your mom told me to take you on home so you could play in the pool, and to wait for her there. OK?”

“OK, that sounds like fun.”

“I just have one little thing I need to do first.” He reached into the back seat, very carefully opened a bottle of chloroform, dampened a cloth with it, tightened the lid back on the chloroform, and turned around. She was still playing Nintendo. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned to him. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Oh, it’s Merril. Merril Conway.”

“Well, Merril. I have other plans.” And he pushed the chloroformed rag over her nose and mouth. She struggled for only a minute or two, then slumped down in the seat. She was now his. He started the engine and left for his home, not hers. No one could see her, but to just be sure, he pushed her onto the floor. Finally, he pulled into his driveway, opened the garage door, pulled in, closed the garage door, and shut off the engine. He got out and opened Merril’s door, pulled her out and slung her over his shoulder, her head and feet down, and carried her to the basement. She was a beautiful little girl. He rolled her every which way looking for a blemish of some kind, and didn’t find a one. Not even on the bottom of her feet, nor between the cheeks of her bottom. Her brunette hair hung down to her shoulder blades. Her raven black eyes stared at you.

He knew she wouldn’t be coming around soon, so he tightly tied her hands together. Then he pulled her tongue out and with a paper towel dried it off. He attached a clothespin to the end of her tongue. He found a large ball gag and, by almost distending her lower jaw, forced it into her mouth, behind her teeth. With her tongue sticking out and the clothespin attached to it, she wouldn’t be able to say much, and the double soundproofing would keep her little soft mewings from going anywhere. He added a large soft leather blindfold, making sure the inner pads fit snugly over her eyes, keeping them closed and her in the dark. He carried her over to the center of the basement where he attached a hook to her bound wrists. With a remote, he turned it on and pulled her up to where her feet hung about a foot off the floor.

He walked over to her, and very slowly removed the top of her bathing suit, gradually revealing her little nipples, pale against her lightly tanned chest. He used a dime, and it covered each nipple perfectly. Little dime-sized nipples. Next, he began to very slowly pull off her bottoms, standing behind her, so he could see her cute little bottom first. Slowly he pulled it down, until finally he could see her entire bare bottom. Then he walked to her front. Here the suit had pulled down a little way, but still covered her little private area. Here he pulled down her suit bottoms even slower, until her little slit began to show. Then, he yanked it down and off her body. He tied her ankles together with separate ropes, then pulled the four ends down, sliding two into an eyehook directly beneath her bare feet one way, the other two ends the other way. He pulled and yanked as hard as he could, making her poor body overextend itself, and tied them off. He bound her knees together, then bound her elbows together as well. He put her hair into a braid, the attached a rope to it, and tied it up to the eyehook her hands were fastened to, keeping her head in an upright position. Lastly, he tied her two big toes together and also tied them to the eyehook. Now, she couldn’t move at all. Her chest was stretched tautly over her ribs, her stomach concave by the bondage, her belly button and little pussy elongated.

He heard her begin to groan. The chloroform was wearing off. He watched as she realized she was naked and couldn’t move, talk or see. Then she began screaming.

“Hush, Merril. No one can hear you. I have kidnapped you. I tied you up and removed your swimsuit, you are also blindfolded and gagged here in my basement. I am looking at your beautiful naked body right now. Little girls like you, however, always need discipline of some kind. Little girls like you are always getting into trouble. I know you must have gotten into some kind of trouble and need to at least be spanked. So get ready, I am going to spank your bare bottom.”

Merril jerked in her bonds. She realized she couldn’t get free. He walked over to her, and put a hand on her bare tummy covering her belly button, and reared back his other hand and brought it down as hard as he could on her left butt cheek. She jerked, but his hand on her tummy didn’t allow her much movement. Then he did the same to her right cheek. He gave her 100 blows on each cheek. He looked at her bottom, and it was a bright crimson. She was sobbing. He told her that it would do her no good.

He rubbed her tummy gently, up her chest, and played with her little nipples, centered within a triangle of white where the sun didn’t reach, thin white lines where her top straps covered her otherwise flawless skin. He followed her chest back down, past her tummy, down to her clit and pussy, also resting in a patch of white. Very small white lines came up over her hipbones, back down to the crack in her ass and disappeared. He traced those lines with his fingers, flowing in between her butt cheeks, and down across her anus. She gasped at his touch there. He bet no one had ever touched her there in the way he would be doing.

“OK, little Merril, I am going upstairs now. I am going to leave you to think about being naked and tied up. I will be down in a little bit.” And he left her there.

Her bare butt burned where he had spanked her badly, as if a fire had been set on her twin cheeks. Pain from the extreme stretch pounded her brain. Her big toes became cold from being tied so tightly. She tried to move, but that proved to be an impossibility.

Then it sneaked up on her. The urge. She felt it in her lower abdomen, just below her belly button. The urge to pee. She wondered if the man who kidnapped her would be mad if she peed right there. She didn’t know how long she could hold it in. She had drunk a lot of sodas at the pool. Only now were they making their presence known. Her struggling proved useless, since she couldn’t struggle. Little sounds escaped her ball gag, whimpering and mewing, trying to hold her pee in.

She heard the door open. Moments later, the man pushed on her stomach again, and this time she couldn’t hold it. Her pee erupted from her urethra like a fountain. The man removed his hand, and stepped back. He watched for what seemed like hours as Merrill released a full bladder of pee onto the concrete floor in front of her. It arced, and she could hear it splattering as it hit the concrete. Eventually she stopped, a few drips dropping, almost hitting her feet. Finally, a pale yellow bead hung on her urethral opening, ready for plucking.

She heard the man moving around. The strong aroma of ammonia struck her nostrils. But it didn’t last long. She next smelled the odor of disinfectant. A mop occasionally hit her bound feet.

“Well, that was quite a sight, wasn’t it? But of course, you couldn’t see it. You were such a naughty girl, however, for not holding it in. What kind of punishment should I give you for being such a bad girl? Ah, I know.”

She heard nothing for a few minutes. Then she felt fingers playing with her right nipple, and something being placed on its erectness. The man tightened down the clamp, and Merrill screamed as he tightened it to its maximum. He then repeated the procedure on her left nipple. Little, almost nonexistent screams erupted from behind her gag. Pain shot through her chest. She didn’t think she could stand it.

“Ah, and of course, the area from which you were such a bad girl.” He then pulled first her right outer labia down, and attached an alligator clip to it, then did the same to her left one. More itsy bitsy screams.

“And for a little addition, a heavy lock locked onto each clamp. How about that?”

She screamed again as locks were hung from all four clamps.

“Well, let’s see what time it is. Well, it is only 1700. I think I will go out to eat. I will see you in the morning.”

Did he really mean that? Would she have to stay this way all night? God, NO! She screamed little screams of what might have been construed as HELP, had anyone a mind to try to interpret them. She heard the door open and close, then lock. She was truly all alone.