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POOL-SIDE SNATCH He watched her swim over to the edge and hoisted herself up. A tiny, perfectly formed child woman, swiftly approaching thirteen year old maidenhood. He could see as she pivoted on her hands bringing her taunt real in his direction; she was tanned all over her tiny pubescent female body.Obviously wearing clothes outdoors was not a habit with her. Her thin water soaked bottom cover clung to every inch of her tiny firm bottom and her virgin white blouse stuck to her torso as if sprayed on. She settled down facing the expanse of pool, wriggling a little, glanced back to where he sat, smiled and spread her legs wide. He saw her rubbing her hips gently back and forth and realized why she had picked that particular spot on the edge of the pool. A tiny ridge of concrete where the edge had been chipped out for repair a few years earlier had resulted in a slight narrow ridge of concrete at right angle to the pool. She was surrounded by families of adults and children all cavorting in and around a public pool and lying there in public rubbing her self into orgasm while he watched. She glanced back twice to see if he was watching, and smiled each time when she saw he was. Then he saw reach her goal, stiffen slightly then slowly relax. A few minutes later, she jumped up and gathering up her towel and stuffing it into a pink "Forever Barbie" gym bag walked nonchalantly into the girl's dressing room. When she emerged into the street a few minutes later I was ready in my car. She wore another virgin white blouse, this one pulled up high, unbuttoned and tied at the front. Severely cut short shorts and white lace socks with pink trim in "Forever Barbie: white and pink running shoes. I followed, experienced at this, and when she cut across a mall parking lot sped off to circle around to be waiting as her path took her behind a big box store. As she passed a gray garbage container I swept up, jumped out, picked her up, one hand over her mouth, and dumped her struggling body into the sound deadening drunk of my car, hopped back in and drove off. Taking cautious direction home I pulled up, flicking the garage door open, drove in and closed it behind me. Once inside, I unlocked the door to the upstairs of the house and ran up to check the security cameras covering the approaches to the Victorian monstrosity I called home. Once satisfied I had got away with it, I returned to the garage, locking the door behind me. Then I unlocked the door leading to the subbasement, unlocked the trunk reached in and wrapped my arms around her struggling form. I outweighed her by over a hundred pounds and had no problem carrying her down the stairs and pinioned her tiny body under mine on the rack, attached first each of her little wrists and then her equally tiny ankles to the widespread cuffs. She shrieked, cried, pleaded and yelled as I pulled on the capstans gradually pulling her body outwards. This rack had been designed for adults and her tiny body was lost in the vastness of its wooden mass. I stopped as her body was now stretched taught between the two capstans, her body suspended over it's wooden bed. I stood at the side reached out and touched her ankle, running my hand upwards until I felt the edge of her shorts, slipped my fingers under and probed for her hairless slit. As my fingers touched the prize I sought, her head came up, covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her head and her eyes wide. "Fuck me please Master" My slave of two years begged. |