A CHANGE OF HEART

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Jeb grew weary of abducting and torturing children 6-11 years old. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, he did. But his basement became old hat. So he decided to remodel it. It took a lot of money, but by the time he finished, he was very pleased with himself.

The entire basement was double soundproofed, double fire proofed, with fireproof suit and flamethrower. Three poles set just three feet apart from and facing each other in a triangular configuration. Had he hired a company to do the work, he would have had to kill them so they wouldn’t know his secret.

Now, he was ready. All he had to do was find three children, probably aged nine or ten. He switched license plates, and drove off. Being summer, the kids were on summer vacation, and the best place to find kids were either at the swimming pool or the beach. At the beach, he discovered, the parents were always around. At the pool, however, many of the parents dropped off their children and left. So, he drove to the largest pool in the area.

Before he got out of his car he smeared white sunscreen all over his face so he wouldn’t be recognized. He kept spare clothing in the car so he could change quickly. He got out, walked over to the fence and looked in, watching. He found what he had come looking for, and they were only a few feet away. Two boys and a girl. The boys wore ®Speedos, the girl a very skimpy thong bikini.

They seemed to be getting closer and closer to where he stood. When they reached his area, they leaned against the fence directly in front of him.

“Say, kids, I need some help.”

The children jumped, surprised.

“Who are you?” asked the girl, now scared.

“My name is John. I have a little dog, but when I got out he ran off. I need three children like you to help me. Are you old enough to help?”

“I’m ten, I’m old enough,” said the girl.

“Yeah,” said one of the boys, “we’re both nine. We’re brothers, and we’re old enough, too.”

“I will only need you for a few minutes, I’m sure. Then I will bring you kids right back here. OK?”

“Sure, I guess that would be Ok, “ said the girl.

“Come on then.”

He waited for them to exit the pool. He had the back door open, and the passenger side door open. When they ran over to him the girl slid into the front seat, the boys into the back.

“OK. I want you to watch for a little dog, really scruffy, kind of white, with a red collar. If you see him, yell out.” When they shut the doors, he pushed a secret button to lock the doors. They would not be able to open them by themselves. He drove off, driving slowly, as if looking for a dog. “Have you kids seen anything yet?”

“No, John,” came the reply from all three kids.

Jeb drove faster, heading toward his house out in the country.

“John, where are you going?” asked the girl.

“I’m going home to get some dog biscuits, to entice the dog to get in the car.”

“John, would you please take us back to the pool?” asked the girl.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, honey. What are your names, anyway?”

“I’m Marcia, these are my brothers Jim and Jason.”

“Well, Marcia, what I need you and your brothers to do is to remove your swimsuits.”

“We can’t do that!” exclaimed Marcia.

John pulled out a very long specialty knife. “You see this knife?”

The sister and brothers nodded.

“Well, if you don’t take off your swimming suits, I will use the knife on each of you until you do. Now, you may either get cut, or take off your suits. Your choices.”

“Take off your suits, brothers. I’m taking mine off.” Marcia stripped, handing her suit to the John’s outstretched hand. “Boys, hand me your suits.” The brothers handed their sister their swimming suits, covering their privates with their hands. Marcia knew that it would do no good to hide, for she knew he would have them all tied up soon and have them showing everything they have.

John (Jeb) finally reached his house. He pulled into the garage and shut the automatic door. “You kids wait here. I have to get some things.” When he left, the children tried to unlock their doors and escape. In only minutes they realized it was no use. They saw John returning. He opened his door.

“First, I am going to tie each of your wrists behind your back. Marcia, turn around and put your hands behind your back.” Marcia obeyed, and soon found her wrists tightly bound. The boys refused.

“Marcia, I suggest you tell your boys to do the same, or there will be very painful consequences.”

“Jim, Jason, follow John’s orders. Allow him to tie your wrists behind your backs.” The boys obeyed their sister. Soon, their wrists were tied as their sisters’.

“I have unlocked all the doors. You must follow me. If you don’t you will be severely beaten.”

The children obeyed. All three were scared so badly that they shivered. John showed them the way to his living room where he told them to sit down. Marcia sat between her brothers. John had more rope in his hands, and he got down and began to tie the children’s ankles tightly.

“You children are now mine to do with what I please. I want you to just sit there and think about what I might do to you. I will be back in a little bit.”

“What do you think he’s going to do to us, sissy?” whispered Jim, crying.

“He’ll probably kill us. He can’t let us live,” she told them. Jason began to cry. Marcia wanted to, but held it back. “You need to stop crying. Show him you’re not scared, even though you are.”

“Yes, sissy,” and Jim sucked his tears back in. Jason did the same.

Marcia struggled some more, but couldn’t get loose. They heard John returning.

“I am going to do some things to you that won’t be pleasant. But that is the reason I captured you. To torture you three children. First, the gags. These are ball gags, slightly larger than your open mouths. I will force them in, stuffing them completely in your mouths and buckling them in the back of your heads. I’ll start with Marcia.”

He pulled Marcia up by grabbing her nipples and pulling up on them. She screamed at the sudden pain, a pain she had never been through before. “Now, open your mouth as wide as you can.”

Marcia didn’t obey fast enough. John pulled on her nipples again. She cried out in pain again, and this time tears ran freely down her cheeks.

“For the last time, open your mouth.”

Marcia this time obeyed immediately, crying as she was. She felt the hard red ball being forced into her mouth. She felt her lower jaw being jerked down, and the ball finally stuffed all the way into her mouth. He buckled the gag at the back of her head, pulling hard to get the tightest hole he could, forcing the gag even further into her mouth. He laid her on the floor and hogtied her.

“Ok, which of you boys want to be first?” Neither boy moved. John walked over to Jim. “I choose you,” and grabbed the boy’s hairless cock and balls, squeezed hard, and pulled him up. Jim screamed. In that time John shoved another ball gag into the boy’s mouth. Once gagged, John then lay Jim on the floor and hogtied him as well. “Well, Jason, do I need to haul you up by your cock and balls as well, or will you stand up on your own?”

Jason rose, not wanting the pain his brother suffered. John repeated the entire process. He now had all three children hogtied on the floor.

“Next, a leather padded blindfold for the three of you.” He accomplished this with little struggling on the part of his three guests. He carried each of them, one at a time, to his basement. He began with Marcia. Once there he untied her from her hogtie. He carried her over to the middle pole in the triangle, the one facing directly out.

Here he untied her wrists from behind her back, and cuffed them above her head, and attached them to a ratchet at the top. He then untied her ankles and cuffed them as well, attaching them to the pole at the bottom so they wouldn’t move. He removed her blindfold, and unbuckled her ball gag only to re-buckle it behind the pole. He added a collar around her neck, locking it behind the pole as well after tightening it as tightly as possible, choking her just a little. He tied biting twine around her waist and around the pole, taking the ends down her butt crack and against her anus, yanking the twine up against her little hairless cunt as hard as he could causing her to scream out, her labia closing over the twine hiding it, and tied it off to the D-ring on her collar. Marcia screamed at the unexpected intrusion. No one had ever touched her there, only she did when she took a bath or shower. Next, he attached adjustable nipple clamps to her small nipples, the little girl screami ng in torturous pain, pulled them tight and locked them around her D-ring on her collar, the small nipples pointing straight up and pulling out of her little chest. He then tied twine around each nipple behind the clamps, pulled the twine down and tied the ends off to her cuffed ankles. She continued to scream the entire time. He went to the ratchet control, and cranked it until Marcia’s arms were pulled up until her rib cage showed through her tanned skin, forcing her to stand on bare tiptoe. He noticed that Marcia and her two brothers sported pale milky skin where their swimsuits covered them. Otherwise they were all nicely tanned.

“All right, sweetheart, I’ll be back with one of your brothers.”

Jeb returned with Jim. He did the same procedure on Jim that he had on his sister, except for his genitals. He took twine and began to wrap it around one of Jim’s small balls, and tied it off hard halfway around the pole to his wrists. He then did the same for Jim’s other ball. Now that they were tied separately, Jeb pulled the ends of each set of twine behind the pole and yanked hard, causing Jim to screech. Jeb watched as they started to turn a nice blue. He used another long piece of twine and wrapped it several times behind Jim’s circumcised cock in the groove left by the operation and tied the ends off behind the head. He then yanked on the twine and tied if off to the D-ring in his collar. Jeb then ratcheted Jim until his body showed his rib cage and he, too, stood on tiptoe.

“Now for Jason.” When he returned with Jason he repeated the entire procedure with him as he had with Jim. “Now I have each of you under my power, and not one of you can do anything about it. Go ahead, cry your eyes out. It won’t do you any good. I can torture you, I can fuck you, little girl, both in your cunt and your asshole. The boys I can fuck in their assholes as well. I can make each of suck my cock, or I can make all three of you suck my cock and balls at the same time. I can make you clean out my own asshole with your tongues. If you don’t obey anything I want you to do, you will be even more tortured than you are now. I am going to leave now, and let you three to think about what I said. I’ll be back later. Oh. By the way. You can scream all you want to. This room is double soundproofed. Oh, yes, one more thing.” He cranked the ratchet twice more on each of the children, nearly forcing their shoulders out of their sockets, their toes not touching the floor at all. A ll three seemed beyond screaming now, and did nothing more than grimace at the severe pain inflicted on these three innocent children.

The three children struggled, but could not move they were bound so tightly. Marcia looked at her two brothers. When they were younger they all used to take baths together. Now she looked at them now like she had never seen them before as her loving brothers. She forgave them for every moment they teased her and made her life miserable. She realized just how much she loved them. She didn’t know, but the boys looked at her, thinking the same thoughts. Even the brothers realized how much they loved each other. But now, it seemed too late to tell each other how they felt. Marcia struggled even harder, but no luck. She looked at how John tied her brothers. She knew how their little testicles must be suffering from their bondage. Their balls were now completely purple, turning to black. She knew from her sex classes that these were called blue balls, and if they turned black for too long they would become useless and may have to have them removed.

The pain in her crotch seemed to expand. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to have that twine out of her vagina. She needed her nipples released from their bondage. She needed to be untied and cuddled by her mommy and daddy. Mommy and daddy! Oh gods! Were they looking for their children? she wondered. Were the police also looking? Her thoughts were broken by Jeb returning. He carried a plate full of food, and a large glass of soda with lots of ice. Marcia is the only one who could see Jeb with the food and drink. But the boys could smell it all. The children’s stomachs rumbled, hoping he would give them some food and something to drink. But he sat down in an easy chair he had brought down and fire proofed, sat down and began to eat and drink in front of them.

“This is mighty good food. Too bad you can’t enjoy it with me. But you see, you aren’t able, are you?” and he laughed a cruel laugh and began to eat and drink slowly, torturing the poor children by keeping food from them. When he finished, he got up and walked over to Marcia. He yanked the clamps off her cold nipples, this time getting a blood- curdling squeal from her. He yanked on the twine still tied to her now cold nipples, but still eliciting more squeals from her ball gagged mouth. He did the same to the boys, leaving their twine tied nipples as well. He began to twist and pinch and pull on their nipples, causing them to squirm even they were tightly bound. He enjoyed his torture of children. He used his mouth on their nipples, biting them hard with his teeth. One by one the children screamed and screamed at his biting their tender nipples. Finally he cut the twine around Marcia’s nipples, releasing them. He then rubbed them harshly getting the blood flowing in them, th e little girl again screaming. He repeated the procedure with the boys. He removed Marcia’s crotch twine, then untied the boys cocks and balls. Blood flowed back into the little children’s private parts. The children never knew how being released from bondage on their genitals could feel so good. The boys’ testicles began to turn pink.

“Don’t worry, boys. You can still have children. That is, if I let you live.” He walked over to his suit and flamethrower. “Have you ever seen a flamethrower before?” They couldn’t nod or anything to his question. “If you watched any old WWII movies, you probably have. It spouts a very long burst of fire. This is how I plan to kill you.” He put them back.

But now, he looked at the fear in their eyes. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t do it anymore. He released them. “I’m sorry about your swimming suits. I destroyed them because I didn’t think you would ever be going home.” He then brought them three large blankets to wrap around themselves. “Here. You come upstairs with me and I will fix you something to eat.” They followed him upstairs, and he fixed them some warm ham and eggs, and gave them each a large glass of soda with ice. The children ate as if it were their last meal

When they finished, Marcia asked, “What are you going to do to us?”

“I’m going to get you home. Go to the phone over there and call your folks and have them bring the police. Here is my address,” and he told Marcia where they were. Marcia tentatively walked to the phone and picked it up, afraid this might be some kind of trick. She waited a moment before she picked up the receiver. “John?” she asked him.

“My real name is Jeb. Tell them that, too.”

“Jeb. Bend down please. Jim, Jason, come over here.” Jeb bent down, and Marcia surprised him by kissing him on the cheek. The boys kissed him as well, one boy per cheek.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Because,” Marcia told him, “you decided not to kill us and let us go. What will you do now?”

“I am going to walk out the back door and you, nor anyone else will ever see me again.” “Are you going to hurt any more children?”

“No, honey. Don’t worry. I will never do that again.”

Marcia began to cry, and hugged his leg, the boys hugging his other leg.

“Quickly, go make your call.”

Marcia turned to the phone and made the call. When she turned around, Jeb was gone. She motioned the boys to come with her. They sat on the couch, the boys sitting on each of Marcia’s knees as she sat straight on the edge of the couch, and wrapped her blanket around her brothers. They lay their heads on her shoulders, all three of them crying. But they weren’t sure why.

Soon, the cops and their parents came. The cops asked them a lot of questions, their parents harping at the cops to let them go for now. Finally, the cops did. The cops remained while Marcia, Jim and Jason returned home with their parents. From then on they were always in a world of their own, never leaving each others’ side, never playing with any of the children any more, never going anywhere unless their parents were with them.

And true to his word, Jeb never bothered any more children ever again . . .