KANDY IS SWEET

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

He first saw the little girl at Beto Junction. It is at the crossroads of I-35 and 75 highways. It is a trucker’s stop, and has some of the most wonderful food anyone has ever tasted.

He first noticed her taking her little sister to the restroom, except that she was an exceptionally beautiful little girl. He noticed her growing breasts, approximately the size of three large strawberries, making her flowered girl T-shirt flow out from her upper body. He noticed that her pink panties were showing above her pale blue pants, which had slid down just a little. Her black eyes sparkled, and her midnight blue short-cropped hair shined as if it had just been washed. Her light olive skin set off her eyes and hair. Although fairly cold outside, she wore a pair of black sandals on her beautiful feet.

He got himself a candy bar and small milk. As he walked to the EXIT, she passed by him carrying her sister. He turned and looked at her back, and was immediately flabbergasted. Her pink panties had rolled down, and her pants had slid halfway down her little bottom and he could see her sweet little bare bottom half way down. Did he dare tell her or her father? No. He had an idea. He would kidnap her for himself. He finished his candy bar and milk, then found her in the arcade area, her pants and panties still riding halfway down her bottom. The old guys in the arcade stared at the little girl.

He walked in, and whispered in the little girl’s ear. She nodded, so he unrolled her panties and pulled them up, then pulled up her pants, once again covering her little bottom. He couldn’t believe how beautiful that little tushy could be. Once again he whispered in her ear.

“Listen, little one. I brought a little dog with me, but when I got out it ran off. Would you help me find it?”

“I think I could. Just let me ask my daddy.”

“No, honey. I need to go right now. Come on, take my hand. I’ll have you back in no time. What’s your name?”

“Kandy, with a K and not a C.”

He took her hand in his, and they walked to his car.

“Now, it is a little white dog. You get in the passenger seat, and look that way, while I look out my side. Don’t forget to put on your seatbelt.”

The little girl turned her face to the window. He started the car, and drove the car in an ever widening circle as he kept asking the little girl if she saw his dog anywhere, with an I haven’t from her. Finally, at the last circling of Beto Junction, he exited the area immediately.

‘What are you doing?” she screamed. “Where are you taking me?”

He backhanded her, hard. She began to scream.

He pulled out a gun (not real, though she didn’t know that) and told her to shut up and to take off her shirt. If she didn’t, he would slap her again. She unbuckled her seatbelt so she could take off her shirt much easier. She slowly obeyed, her sobs making her little chest heave. He watched as she pulled the shirt up over her head. He now had a very good look at her small breasts. More than breast buds, but less than breasts. They showed a very dark wine color.

“Now, turn around and put your wrists behind your back. And hurry.”

She obeyed, and pulling over to the shoulder, quickly tied her hands behind her back. When the next exit came up he took it, and drove several miles down the darker street. He finally pulled over where he knew no one would see him.

“Now, turn around and give me your feet.”

The little girl again obeyed, lying down in the front seat, her head against the door. He removed her sandals, and noticed just how beautiful her feet were. Her toes and feet were the perfect size. He began to nibble on her toes, licking her soles. She began to laugh through her sobs.

“Believe me, you won’t be laughing much once I get you to my house.”

Both her panties and pants had elastic bands, so he pulled both off her in one quick movement. He quickly tied her ankles together, then her big toes, running the rope from her toes to her ankle ropes and tying off the ends. He set her up in the seat and used a leather-padded blindfolded and gagged her with a ball gag. He opened the two passenger side doors, moved her to the back seat, hogtied her, and threw several blankets over her to hide her.

He drove off headed to his home in Kansas City. He lived in what might be considered the country, so when he finally pulled into his garage no one was close enough to see anything he did. The garage door closed, he opened the back passenger side door and pulled out the little naked bound girl. He grabbed her by her wrists and ankles, which he had made certain were well tied to each other, and carried her into the living room where he dropped her on her stomach to the floor. He just left her there for an hour watching her struggle.

He picked her up again and carried her down the steps to the basement. He untied her feet from her wrists so she could stand. He used a 5’ spreader bar and tied her ankles to it, stretching her legs to almost beyond her ability to do so. He then took more rope and tied her ankles to the posts on each side of her. She stood on tiptoe, her toes barely touching the floor. He then untied her wrists and tied them the same way, spread out and up to the two posts.

“This is why I brought you here, Kandy. To torture you, to bring you pain like you have never experienced before. And now it is time to begin.”

He began by merely toying with her clitoris and her pussy. He rubbed both, finally sticking a finger up inside her. She strained at her bondage, shaking her head no and making little sounds. He watched her, waiting for the right minute when she was about to cum before he stopped rubbing her clit and pulled his finger from her vagina. Her stomach and chest heaved from crying.

Next he focused his attention on her small breasts, pinching the nipples, squeezing them, twisting them, pulling them out and letting them snap back. He repeated the procedure several times, then pushing her breasts hard into her body and rubbing his hands around causing severe burning pain to surge through her chest. Again she involuntarily struggled to break free, crying even harder.

He whispered in her ear, “You haven’t suffered any pain yet. I’m just getting started.”

He went to her backside, and rubbed his hands all over her bare and beautiful bottom, parting her cheeks and inserting a finger deep inside her anus. She screamed horribly. He pumped his finger many times, causing Kandy to wiggle and suffer. He pulled it out.

He took up a whip and began to whip her bottom unmercilessly. Stripes began to form, then welts, finally surface blood leaked from the wounds. He stopped.

He whispered to her again, “Now, Kandy, sweet Kandy, your real torture begins.”

He began with her labium, taking a sewing needle and extra thick thread, and sewed it shut. Kandy screamed and screamed at the pain. He played with her clit, then rubbed a generic heat rub on it, then ran a needle through it, bending it over so it would slide back and forth easily without coming out. Finally, he attached a specially made alligator clamp, being full of teeth, not just around the outside edge. Once they bit, eventually the teeth would “eat” through her clit, meeting in the middle. Kandy didn’t think she could take any more. But he wasn’t finished with her yet.

He took some thin twine, cut two very long pieces, let them hang down in the middle, and created a slipknot in each one at the bend. He slipped the knot of one of the pieces of twine over her right nipple, pulled the nipple out with one set of fingers, and with the other yanked hard on the ends of the twine, causing the loop to dig deep into her nipple. He pulled the twine ends up and tied them over the large wooden round brace above her head, pulling her right nipple so far up blood started to seep from the wound. He repeated the procedure with Kandy’s left nipple. It too leaked blood from the tight twine cutting into her nipple. But he wasn’t done with her breasts. He took four needles, using two on each nipple, pushing them through her nipples in front of the twine like crossed swords. Next he took two long pieces of barbed wire and wrapped them around the base of each small breast as tightly as he could, making her breasts stand out. Blood flowed from the barbed wire Each breast began to turn blue, her nipples already having turned purple. Now, he added alligator clamps like he put on her clit. The heat rub on her clitoris burned beyond anything she had ever experienced. Kandy merely hung in her bondage now, not moving, forced to experience such horror she had never known.

Next, he returned to her bottom. It still showed the nice bright scarlet from his prior whipping, but most of the bleeding had stopped. He took a rag with vinegar and wiped her bottom, causing Kandy to scream again, the vinegar hurting her wounds so badly. Once wiped, he began to make her butt cheeks, and even her anus, an overly pinned pincushion.

Finally he bent down and attacked the soles of her feet. He stuck pins into the bottoms of her feet, Kandy sending high-pitched sounds that pierced the ears.

But he was not through yet. He took a thick cloth and tightened two knots in the middle. He removed her ball gag and before she could say anything he shoved the two knots into her mouth and tied the ends tightly behind her head. Now, he pulled the middle of her upper and lower lips together with one hand, and with the other used a pre-threaded needle and thick thread, and started stitching her lips together, keeping the knotted cloth deep inside her mouth. Lastly, he removed her blindfold, and began stitching her eyes shut as well. Kandy seemed numb. He returned to her bottom, and sewed up her anus.

He whispered into her ear, “Now, you know what unbearable pain is. I am going to leave you now to get something to eat and drink. But first . . .” and he rubbed more of the heat rub on her clitoris. “Bye now.”

He sat at the table eating a sandwich and drinking a glass of soda, thinking. Should he leave her there permanently until she died, so he could play with her some more? Or take her out in the country where she could be eaten by animals? Or should he take her back to her home and leave her as she was, but hogtied once again? Yes. That would be best.

He returned to the basement where Kandy was crying, yelling, screaming, struggling. He took some strapping tape and taped each of her hands into fists. He wrapped the tape around the toes of each foot. He tortured her more.

He lit a match and ran it under both her nipples, not quite burning them, but causing them to burn. He did the same with her clit. He ran another all around her butt cheeks, heating the pins.

He had another thought. He stood in front of her, and stitched the skin all around her belly button together, hiding it.

He untied her nipples from the round beam above her, then untied her wrists, only to take more barbed wire and bound them behind her back. She couldn’t put her weight on her feet because of the pins. He used the nipple twine to pull her nipples as close to each other as he could and tied the ends together. He wrapped more barbed wire around her upper body, keeping her arms bound to her sides. He lay her down on the floor on her stomach where he bound her feet together with more barbed wire, then bound her ankles to her wrists, severely hogtying her, forcing her into a severe arch. He wrapped a strand of barbed wire around her forehead, pulling the ends back toward her ankles and wrists, forcing her head back and up. He wrapped the barbed wire ends around her bound ankles and wrists.

He picked her up and carried her to another of his cars, tossed her into the back seat and once again covered her with blankets. He drove a ways onto I-435, pulled over to the side of the road and dumped her down the incline where no one would see her. He drove fifteen minutes, then turned around and drove fifteen minutes back, pretending he was just a motorist who happened to see her at the bottom of the ditch. He put her in his back seat, this time without the blankets covering her. He drove back to Beto Junction. Police and FBI surrounded the entire area. He wanted to pull into the restaurant parking area, but the FBI stopped him.

“What’s your business here?” asked the G-Man.

“Take a look in the back seat, sir. I found her about forty-five minutes away, in a ditch by the side of the road. It was only by accident I looked down. I didn’t remove anything by which she was bound afraid I might do more damage than good. I suggest you get her to the hospital immediately.”

The G-Man shone his flashlight in the back seat and saw nothing but blankets.

“Look under the blankets, sir.”

The G-man did so and was shocked and horrified by how the little girl was bound. He immediately called for help. As they helped the little girl, the man drove off inconspicuously. . . .