THE LAST ONE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

A chapter of the “White Ghost”

A middle aged man in a wrinkled summer weight suit, climbed out off his nondescript car he had just driven inside the partially blocked truck door of the decrepit warehouse complex. Another man in an old trench coat with curly black hair and sunglasses, approached out of the gloom, hangs held carefully away from his body in order that the other man would see them so.

“You have the girl I am looking for?” The first man asked.

“Yes, she matches the picture you circulated two years ago.” The approaching one replied.

“How did you find her and where had she been all this time?” The one who just arrived inquired.

“Apparently she fell in with a group of street kids who survive on pick pocketing or break and enter thievery.” He said.” They move from city to city and just got back here a week ago.

“And how did you manage to acquire her?” The rumple suited one asked as he drew an automatic pistol from a shoulder holster.

“Whoa, take it easy there.” The other said stopping his advance towards him. “The gang sold her too me when I caught them breaking into my pawnshop.”

“She still a virgin?” The gunman asked.

“I’m not sure.” The other replied. “I just dragged her here to this abandoned warehouse and chained her up to an old metal cot as you asked me too when we talked.”

The gunman reached into his jacket pocket with his other hand and withdrew a sealed envelope. “Here are the ten grand I promised you and another ten to arrange for this place to burn down very soon.”

“No problem” The trench coat replied as he reached out for the envelope. “I will have it in ashes and rust within the week.”

The gunman watched as the other retrieved the envelope and walked out of the warehouse. He then walked over to the battered old office complex halfway down the warehouse. Dodging around the piles of rust streaked garbage and stacked oil drums full of toxic waste.

One door of the concrete block built office was open and he walked in, slamming the metal door shut behind him.

A little girl in a faded dress was stretched out on a mattress. Hands individually cuffed above her to the headboard railing of the iron cot it lay on.

She screamed as the man walked over to where she lay.

“Nice to finally meet you after all this time, Natalie.” The man calmly informed the terrified young girl.” We are going to get to know each other very intimately over the next few days.”

The man calmly removed his jacket, placing it on an empty desktop nearby and then shrugged off his weapon harness on top of it. He then lifted up an old wooden chair, sitting himself down right beside the weeping little girl.

“Your father was trying to cheat me.” He calmly informed her. ”You have to understand, I just had to kill him and all of his family to ensure no one else tried. You are the last one.”

“I deliberately waited until you were out so that I could reward myself with his youngest daughter’s body for all the trouble your father put me through. “ He went on as she sobbed uncontrollably. “And I do so hate it when I am cheated of my just rewards.”

The little teary eyed girl cried out as the adult male flicked open the switchblade he removed from a pants pocket.

“Don’t worry sweet cheeks.” He soothed. “I have no intension of spilling your blood just yet.” The man continued to talk soothingly to the helpless little girl as his razor sharp blade sliced through her worn clothing.

“Roll over darling.” He requested. “I do not want to slice your bum cheeks.”

Unable to do anything else, she complied, returning to a face up position after he had stripped every stitch of clothing from her sweet little body.

“You have earned yourself a little water.’ Her captor informed the bound girl. He stood and retrieved a one liter bottle of water from a pocket in his jacket along with a pack of cigarettes.

The man then twisted off the cap, bending over her and gently lifting the little girls head up, allowing her a few sips of water.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He inquired returning to his chair and smiled as the girl nodded her head in response. Her eyes showed she was still very leery of his intensions towards her.

His left hand drifted across her flat chest towards her nipples as his right hand caressed her inner thigh. “Your skin is so soft.’ He soothed as his fingers slipped over her prominent love mound.

While the thumb of his right hand caressed her undeveloped cloris. The index finger gingerly slipping in between her tight little sex lips. His eyes staring at her face, delighting in her wide eyes and sharp intake of breath. Her hands reaching up and grabbing the end of the cuffs that were wrapped around the iron bar of the cots headboard.

“Still a virgin, how nice of you to keep yourself intact for me.” He thought to himself.

Her captor smiled as his hands roamed freely over her beautiful little female body. They had known many a females form helplessly trust up as this one’s was and always found it was the youngest ones he had enjoyed the most. His left hand slipped under the small of her back. Easily lifting up her body to display her firm young posterior as her legs spread wide and his right stroked her inner thigh.

“You do know I am going to rape you?” He inquired as he leaned back and lit a cigarette. This time laughing as her eyes flew wide and a sob broke from those “O” so sweet lips.

Actually he had not yet even decided how long he was going to let her live.

Retirement was looking better everyday and just maybe having this sweet little preteen piece of ass chained up to his bed might make that an even better idea.

In the last two years every one of his partners had been killed on the job. Ok, theirs was a dangerous profession and with them gone he did not have to share their millions of ill-gotten loot. He had just moved it all into an offshore account only his thumbprint combined with the access card would unlock.

The adult male sat their smoking a cigarette as his eyes swept over the body of his captive. For a little girl who had lived on the street for the last few years. She appeared in not too bad shape. But that was probably from having to constantly struggle just to get enough to eat.

He butted out the stub of his cigarette on the floor at his feet as he stood. The girl’s eyes watching his every move.

“She expected me to stub it out on her body as I usually do with my little toys.” He said to himself. “I must be getting soft in my old age.”

He then calmly walked over to the desk and stripped off his pants and shorts. Her gasps followed by rapid breathing brought a smile to his face and growth to his member.

Her eyes were saucers as he straddled the foot of the bed reaching down, grasped her ankles and drew them apart.

“Keep em spread or I’ll slice up that pretty face he threatened as he knelt between her legs. He bent down towards her, supporting himself on his left hand as his right guided his fully erect cock up her thigh towards her virgin quim.

Glancing up he saw her hands had again grasped the cuffs where they locked her wrists to the iron bar over her head.

Looking down as the head of his cock touched the outer edge of her sex lips he failed to see her now free hands reach under the beds thin pallet withdrawing a straight razor.

He felt her torso move, but was too engrossed in beginning raping her to see her reached up and with one swift motion slices his neck right down to the bone, severing his windpipe and cateroid artery in one split second.

Instinctively his hands came up to stem the flow as her blood spattered body rolled out from under him.

She stood there as he bled to death right in front of her, the light slowly fading out of his still surprised eyes. Blood soaking the cot he had tried to rape her on and the floor around it. While his blood was still dripping off the cot, she picked up his stiletto and used it to cut off the thumbs from his hands.

Then calmly walked over and withdrew his captain’s police badge, along with the card giving her access to his millions from the wallet pocket of his suit jacket and walked out of the office.

Just outside, stood the man, who had led the policeman to her and his subsequent death at her hands.

“He’s the last one Girl.” Her master and instructor in the art of the assassin informed her. “Your field trials are over.”