RUNAWAY

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

The bow armed hunter moved with long practiced skill through the trees of the forest without making a sound, approaching downwind of the target. The barbed needle tipped arrow designed to penetrate the targets ribcage, piercing the heart, killing in one silent instant.

There, standing proudly defiant, the quarry's eyes searching the small clearing before darting across. The bow came up, fingers of the right hand pulling the drawstring tight against the cheek. Sighting down the length of the arrow's shaft, on to the chest of the target.

The bucks head came up, magnificent full spread of antlers turning to look right. Then it turned immediately left and in a spit seconds flash of white tail, was gone.

"Damn." The adult male in full camouflage swore. His rations were almost all consumed and he was at least two days travel from his hunting lodge.

"No use moving quietly now." He thought as he skirted the small rocky clearing in the midst of the endless forest A lifetime of stalking his kill still had him moving with relative undetectable silence as he searched for whatever spooked the great buck he had been hunting.

Fellow humans had been his usual targets. Deer may be unarmed, but their woodcraft far excelled anyone he had tracked down except possibly his old comrade in arms, Raole. His ability to move through terrain undetected had even spooked men who had lived in it all their lives.

A flash of pink low to the ground near a great elm caught his eye, instantly returning him into full stalking mode. Cautiously approaching by a circuitous path the retired assassin moved to where the base of the tree was in full view.

Seldom had the man hunter been surprised by anything. And he had successfully tracked down quarry in just about every country on this planet.

But the sight of a little dark haired girl in a frilly pink and white party dress in the middle of his private hunting preserve would that morn.

The man decided to approach the slumping form of the girl from the opposite side of the tree from where she lay.

From experience, he knew pretty little girls were not always the sweet innocents they might appear to be.

He had seen comrades die when after a long grueling action, they had allowed a pretty little girl to walk up to their half track and throw up the tiny bouquet of flowers she was carrying. They all died when the grenade counseled inside of it went off a few seconds later.

David had been in command of the armored car that morning and nodded his head in agreement as he booted the turrets rotation peddle to line the heavy machine gun up on her rapidly fleeing form. But Raole, in the drivers position had yelled ,No!, Swerving the vehicle to put off his aim. Nevertheless he had mowed down the girl with his MG as she sprinted away.

That incident had occurred right at the end of their ten year stint in the Foreign Legion the three college age buddies had been sentenced too.

The three had been the organizers of an officially sanctioned student protest over rising tuition fees that had been usurped by none student antiestablishment elements. There had been quite a bit of looting and a number of police were injured in the subsequent street battles. DeGaule just returned to power and the African colonies were in open rebellion. The judges had been instructed to hand down maximum sentences and given them the choice of ten years at a penal colony or ten years enlistment in the Foreign Legion.

A hundred teen aged boys, given the same choices, had been inducted with them that day. Ten years later, they were the only three left alive. The last surviving five, of their original comrades, died in that half tack.

Afterwards David had gone off and joined the secret police, eventually recruiting his two comrades as his personal assassins. But Raole had not stayed on as he had. As some of the targets assigned, offended his sensibilities. He just vanished on one assignment shortly after his mother passed away.

And his two companions never saw or heard from him again for many a long year.

David had risen to the pinnacle of their countries security service and married into the aristocracy. With the presidential chair in his sights. Only now his two old comrades, with their memories of that day in Algeria. Combined with their actions on his behalf ever since, were his greatest liability.

His last contract for David had been to kill Raole with a long range shot as he perched on a rooftop watching the Legion march through Paris in full dress uniform on Bastille day. Both men thereby acknowledging Raole's finer skills dealing out death at closer range.

Somehow David had found out Raole had become the White Ghost. The worlds premier assassin for hire, turned up in France's capital every Bastille day. To watch the Foreign Legion march through the Arc De Triumph.

Then he had disappeared himself to this long prepared hideout. As he knew his death would be David's new assassin’s first target.

One of Life’s Little Pleasers

The retired assassin with over a hundred kills, carefully reached out his left hand towards the little girls left hand. Where it lay palm up beside the tree her body was slumped up against.

Just his camouflaged gloved had wrapped around her slim wrist. The girl jumped up, turned towards him and started to scream. Her right hand tried to caw at his left and then when that had no result. She bent her head down trying to bight his left hand. Her teeth digging into the fleshy part of his left hands thumb inside his leather hunting glove.

All the time endlessly pleading. "Don't take me back to him. I will be the best little cock sucker you have ever had. Please do not take me back to him."

Drawing his right hand back over his left shoulder. He backhanded her in the side of the head. Driving her into the solid trunk of the tree. Knocking her out cold as she collapsed at his feet.

Reaching behind into the bottom pouch of his knapsack. He withdrew a few feet of camouflaged nylon parachute line. Forming a noose at one end he threw it over a near horizontal tree limb. Then lifted the unconscious body of the girl up, tying her wrists behind her back with the loose end and then slipping the noose over her head. Tying her ankles together as her body leaned up against the tree trunk.

The second she regained consciousness’ the dark haired girl began pleading with him to not return her to someone. He had to grip her by her shoulders to prevent her from deliberately strangling herself as she was so distraught by the idea. Her captor was going to return his captive to whoever she had runaway from.

"Calm down girl." He yelled into her frantic face.” I was out here hunting a deer not you."

"He did not send you after me?" The pretty little dark haired girl hopefully inquired. "He always threatened to have me hunted down and killed if I ran away."

"Who girl?" The hunter inquired. He may have been a very successful contract killer. But that did not mean he was an uncivilized one.

"The evil man who kidnapped me a year ago and kept me as his sex save ever since." Her pretty little face downcast as she whispered her secret past she was obviously ashamed of.

"Where from?" He inquired. This little puzzling surprise package was wearing a very expensive pink and white silk party dress, for a kidnapped girl.

"They sent me back to Paris to live with my grandmother after my parents were killed by landmine in Kenya." She sobbed. "When I arrived at Orlion he was waiting for me as if he had been sent to pick me up by my invalid grandmother."

"And then what did he do to you?" He just had to know.

"He took me into a half ruined old château in the country and then locked me in an empty room for days without any food until I greed to do what he wanted." Her voice so softly he had to bend close to hear it.

"And that was?" Her new captor had abstained from forming any long term association with the opposite sex. As the paranoia of possible betrayal was one downside of his chosen profession. This one was too far into his private lands to make it out on her own. And far too small to represent any danger to a heavily armed adult male.

"He first made me strip right in front of him." Her whispered voce said. "And the made me lick his male thing until it grew stiff. Then he stuck it in my mouth and made me suck on it until he spurted his male stuff into my mouth and almost choked me." She sobbed.

"After that, what did he do to you?" Her story fascinated him. Last year he had read about the arrest of a Belgian man who had kidnapped little girls to train them as sex slaves, before selling them off to rich clients.

"After letting me eat a few stale croissants and drink a bottle of water." She continued her whispered tale of abuse. "He fastened leather cuffs on my wrists, neck and ankles. Then chained me up like a dog to the foot of his bed."

“For a full year?” He asked.

“At first he took a few pictures of me chained up like that.” She quietly informed him.” But that was only the beginning.”

“What did that lead too?” He inquired.

“Next he brought his computer into the room and attached a camera pointing at me to it.” She sobbed. “Sending pictures of my naked body, out to anyone who would pay him, to view them.”

"Sometimes pictures of me sucking on his penis while I was tied up." She admitted. "The later on in the year,dressed in schoolgirl outfits or silky bedroom stuff."

"But the ones who paid to view my abused body soon got tired of that." The runaway girl matter of faculty said. "He was no longer making much money he told me. So he opened a new section were they could suggest new things and offer to pay him to do it too me.”

"What did they pay him to do to you while they watched?" The man just had to know how much abuse she had been subjected too.

"After setting up two live feed cameras. He hung me by my wrists from the big old light fixture in the center of the room." Her tale of abuse by her kidnapper for money went on. "Then he stuck his thumb up my bum hole. Shoving it up so hard I was lifted up on the end of his arm" She gasped out. "While I screamed, cried and begged him to let me go."

"How long did he hold you up like that?" The hunter inquired.

"Not that long, as he was not really very muscular." The girl informed her new captor.

"I thought that was the worse thing he could possibly do to me." She informed the one obviously mesmerized by her tale of abuse. "But I was very, very wrong."

"What happed next?" He inquired after a few moments of silence. She was obviously reluctant to continue.

"He let me down and I was only used for blow jobs for the next few days." She finally continued. "By then he had begun to make me lie down on a blanket in front of a big window when the sun shone in it. In order to keep my tan up." She admitted. "Because his customers liked to see my body tanned all over without any white parts."

But then he took me back into the big room and I saw those cuffs hanging down from the big fancy light fixture and his computer camera and lights set up, focused on it. I tried to run away, but he dragged me back, kicking and screaming all the way.

I tried my best to resist him. But he was too strong. Finally he managed to get me hung up, but I had already scratched him up and managed to bite him on the arm, drawing blood.

But once I was hung up and helpless, he just walked out and left me hanging there for the longest time. It became dark outside and I had lost all the feeling in my arms.

Eventually he returned and allowed me to drink a quarter litre bottle of water.

But then he stood right where I could see him, slowly removing the belt from around his waist. Checking to see how it looked in his computers screen.

Changed his position slightly, then proceeded to whipped me with his belt." She tearfully related. His mind pictured her thin body suspended helplessly in front of him as she described the ordeal. Finding it, somehow stimulating.

“He told me they had paid him a lot to see me hung up by my wrists and thrashed with a belt.” Eventually came forth. ”Then it grew even worse.”

“What else did they pay to have him do to you?” He just had to know.

“Once a week, from then on, he tied me face down spread wide on the bed with a pillow under my hips.” She whispered. “And they bid on choosing which item he would stick up my bum hole as they watched. Larger and larger cucumbers being their favorite.”

"Did you not try to run away?" The hunter inquired

"Three times I got out of the chateau. But each time he ran me down. She sobbed. "Then after dragging me back. He punished me by hanging my by my wrists in a cold dark cellar and raped me repeatedly up my bum hole. Everything recorded by a new camera he wore on a helmet on his head and one set up in a corner of the room."

After the last time, he recaptured and punished me.” She blurted out. “He informed me he had deliberately allowed me to escape so he could sell his tracking me down and punishing me afterwards for hundreds of thousands of Euros.”

“This went on for a whole year?” Asked the hunter.

“Lately a new payee has requested a very nasty video.” She informed him a in a voice so low he had to lean right up to where she hung in front of him. ”And sent him a very lot of money to shoot it for him alone.”

“The new big money man sent this dress for me to wear.” She continued. “But what my captor did to me while I wore it was very scary compared to my everyday life..”

“And that was.” He asked. Obviously she had gotten use to the new lifestyle of constant bondage and his requirement of oral performance on demand. Now accepting it as the norm of her life.

“I was dressed as you see me now standing on a stool in the old ballroom of the chateau. My hands tied behind my back,” She began. “A noose around my neck, hanging down from the rusty old chandelier in the center of the room.” She informed him.

“And while one camera took a long range view of me from across the room, while his head cam shot a close-up of my face.” Then came the next step. “He kicked the stool out from under me.”

“Then what?” The man inquired of the girl who had obviously survived the ordeal.

“He recorded my struggles until I passed out.” She revealed.

“There is no rope mark around your neck, girl.” Came the sharp retort to this probable lie.

“The hangman’s knot in the rope was attached to a body harness hidden under the dress.” She informed him. “He set the whole thing up to scam money from the man. Selling my supposedly exclusive near death scene to many more of his clients.”

“So how did you come to being here, then?” The hunter demanded.

“A month ago he had to shut down his website as one of his customers was arrested by the police where he lived.” She replied. “And he knew they would track the arrested mans internet traffic back to his site.”

“The one who sent the dress had always wanted to buy me for himself. My captor informed me.” She went on with her tale. “And with his source of income cutoff my captor agreed to meet him and discuss a selling price.”

“What did you think of that idea?” The hunter inquired. Sexual slavery, especially of pretty females was very common in many of the places he had traveled to in his career.

“I had nowhere else to go. And my captor was really a very dull boring man, who had originally kidnapped me for ransom because he was too lazy to find work.” His little captive revealed. “With my grandmother passing away, in the year since I had been snatched, and his internet site closed. II was no longer worth my upkeep.”

The hunter had slipped the noose from over her head and removed the rest of her restraints as she told her tale. Obviously he thought, this pretty little young female had apparently become used to being someone’s property.

“So he agreed to meet him in a half burnt down building up an overgrown road not far from here.” She said.

He knew of that old ruin. The hunter remembered. It had once been the base for a group of tree huggers until he bought the preserve and run them off by burning down their wooden lodge while they were sleeping in it.

“I was tied up in the trunk of his car while he drove here.” The girl continued with her fascinating tale. “So I do not even know where “Here” is.”

”And I was only untied and let out when we arrived at the half burnt out ruin. He dropped a dog choke chain over my head and then snapped a dog leash to it." She sounded offended when his captive arrived at that part of her tale.

And just had to interrupt her to ask why.

"I was neither his, nor anybody’s dog." She informed him in an annoyed tone. "And besides, I had already agreed to be sold off."

“The man who wanted to buy me was already there waiting for us in a big shiny car. He got out as we approached and came to meet us with a big smile on his face.

"Now that we meet face to face. My captor said as he approached. "You look vaguely familiar."

"People always say that." He replied.

"No really, I watch TV a lot these days and you look exactly like the director who’s movies were just banned in America for depicting unnecessary violence towards little girls."

"I,ll take her." He just replied.

"To put in one of your movies?" My jailor of the last year continued.

"My financial backers have dried up since the Americans banned my latest film." The one who wished to be my new one informed my old one. "I have been offered backing, only if my next is a snuff one."

"No way you are going to take her if you plan on using her like that." My current captor surprised me with.

"He then turned and started walking us back towards his car." She began in an increasingly breathless voice.

"Then a loud bang made me jump and a big splotch of blood appeared in the middle of his chest." She exclaimed. "He fell, face down into the long grass at my feet."

"Come her girl, the movie guy then ordered me." The dark hired girl said. She had covered her mouth and eyes with her hands as she told this part. As if remembering her kidnappers death could be expunged from her memory that way.

"What did you do?' Her current captor inquired. He had not detected anyone else in his sweep around her. Before approaching the pink bundle slumped up against a tree.

"My kidnapper had let go of my lead when he fell." She began a minute of silence later. "I was so terrified of the gun I just threw the choke chain up over my head and ran away from him as fast as I could."

"Did he chase you?" The hunter inquired. He simply had to know if another outsider was wandering about lost in his private lands.

"Yes he did for a very long time." She answered. "But I dodged around trees and ran right through bushes."

"I even heard more big bangs." She added. "But as it grew darker I did not hear his voice yelling for me to return to him anymore."

By now the hunter had slipped the noose off over her head and she had slumped back down on the grass at his feet. She seemed not to mind her ankles were still bound. Or maybe it had become a constant factor in her life she could live with.

"How did you end up in his glade under this tree." The man standing over her inquired.

"It was getting too dark to see by when I found his open space." She replied. “And thinking it was maybe a road. Climbed up into the tree and slept in that wide part up there.”

She just sat there at the base of the tree, head down after completing her tale of kidnapping and abuse.

“What now?” He inquired. And was fascinated by her answer.

“If you take me with you.” The dark haired girl informed him. “I will cook, clean and be the best cock sucker you ever had.”

“I don’t know about that.” He replied. “I have always lived alone.”

“You can do everything he did to me.” She hastily promised. “Including, whipping and fucking me up my ass.”

She lifted up her head, eyes shut, mouth open wide. Her hands clasped behind her head, elbows pulled back as far as they would go.

“Why not try her out?” He decided as he unzipped his fly and brought his cock up to her lips.

Her oral skills were as first class as any female he had ever used orally. Obviously she had acquired sexual experience far beyond her tender years.

"You are still a virgin after being in his hands for over a year?" He just had to wonder why, as he returned his satisfied maleness to his pants.

“Yes, that is still for you to take, I guess.” Her voice so low he could barely hear it.

“It is two days march to my hunting lodge.” He informed her. “If you cannot keep up the pace, I will shoot you in the knees and leave you for the wolves.”

“I will keep up.” She promised. Turning around and offering her crossed wrists behind her back for his rope.

She struggled, fell down, scratched her arms up on thorn bushes. Drank water out of streams down on her knees and still offered her mouth for his use every time he shared one of his dwindling stash of rations bars with her.

They were both tired and hungry by the time they reached his lodge. He had given even up tying her wrists behind her back that morning. As they were too far from the nearest road for her to make it before he could track her down.

He let them in and she just slumped down to the floor right inside. He walked stiff legged across the main room and deposited his weapons in his secure vault. A lifetime of habit is hard to break under any circumstances. Then after stripping off the rest of his gear, in his bedroom. Returned to where he left her to find his pink package of pleasure gone.

But the smells of cooking food made his stomach grow in anticipation. He followed his nose to where it leads him into the kitchen. Finding his runaway sex toy had transformed herself into his cook. She had slipped off her pretty pink party dress and now wore only his cooking apron.

“Nice ass, he thought. Just right for spanking before poking.

"I am not a great cook." She softly admitted. "But my mother was and I never made my kidnapper sick with anything I cooked for him."

There was back bacon sizzling in the fry pan with egg shells and chopped cooked ham mixed with chopped green onions beside a bowl full of egg colored liquid ready to be cooked in it next. Coffee was perking and she had set the small butcher block table for one.

"You are not eating with me?" He inquired as he sat. Not trusting her enough to eat anything she prepared without her eating it first.

"He fed me from off his plate as I knelt at his feet." She explained.” And if you let me stay, you can too, if you want."

His sat there mesmerized as he watched her perfect little nude form move around his kitchen as if it belonged there. Realizing as she set the full plate in front of him. And dropped to her knees at his feet, head down, hands clapped behind her back. As far as he was concerned it did.

After consuming the food she had prepared for him. She again offered her mouth as payment for the parts he had shared with her. I could and will have to get used to her being around. The retired assassin decided as he walked out as the little runaway girl started to clean up the kitchen.

He decided a shower came next and was soaping him self in the shower when the girl slipped in.

Picking her up under her arms, he rubbed her budding chest on hers. Delighted by the resulting giggles, that were issuing from her smiling downcast face. They exchanged soaping up each others backs and he washed her hair after she washed his.

Rinsing off they slipped outside, where she positioned her blossoming body on the toilet as he dried her off. Drying his trunk as she concentrated on his legs, she surprised him by rubbing her cheek on his cock until it began to stiffen. Then again, her deft fingers tantalizing his scrotum to release his male sperm as her mouth was performing oral sex on him.

Tired, he retired to his bed. She follows, to position herself on top of his chest. He felt her slip up until her bum was sitting on his chest. Drawing his hands up to her hips, she slipped forward until her vaginal lips touched his lips.

“Many adult males find a virgin female’s lubrication akin to nectar.” She whispered.

His tong slipped out and began exploring her offering. Finding after a few seconds she was correct.

Sometime later, he was startled awake as he felt her sweet body slip off his.

“Washroom.” Her soft voice came to his ears.

First One of Two...

He lay there more relaxed and satisfied than he had in a long time. His mind contemplating spending the next few years, in quiet, pleasurable retirement. With this eager to please little thirteen year old sex pixie's looking after his every need.

Saddened only by the death of his closest friend, at his own hand. He remembered looking through his sniper scope when his bullet's impact spun Raole's body around and over the rooftops edge...

Then recollected the diminutive form in a school girl’s smock who had reached out as his body hurtled over the edge. Then instantly turning and tracking the path of his bullet back to where he lay on a nearby rooftop. Belatedly realizing only a fully trained and experienced sniper would have known Raole had been hit with a snipers bullet. And able to discern so quickly where the shot must have come from.

Finally comprehending it was the same little girl who he had found three days ago right in the middle of his hidden retreat. Jumping up he ran out of his bedroom, towards his secure weapons cash to retrieve his pistol. Then track down the little cock sucker, and kill her before she had time to try and kill him.

The crossbow bolt caught him full in the chest as he entered the main room of his hunting lodge. Pinning him up against the log wall, as a bug mounted on a specimen tray.

It was not an immediately fatal wound, but he knew it had been a deliberately immobilizing one. His hands gripped the hardened leather flights where they protruded from his chest. Futilely attempting to withdraw the barb headed dart from the wall.. Even though he knew, as he started to spit up the blood filling his right lung. With his swiftly waning strength, his efforts were futile. Already he had lost any feeling in his limbs as his blood pressure fell.

The little dark haired girl, again outfitted in that pink and virgin white party dress. Dropped the heavy crossbow she had been holding, braced up against the door right across the room. The one leading to his extensive weapon cash. Where the heavy crossbow had been secured, along with all his other tools, for dealing out death.

Reaching back over her shoulder as she advanced towards the now reduced to helplessness adult male. Drawing an assassin’s dagger from between her shoulder blades where it sat in its concealed weapon harness, sown inside her pink party dress. Slipping its retaining thong onto her right wrist. Her left hand moving to her dresses wide pink ribbon wrapped tiny waist. Her long fingers separating the two halves of the bronze colored metallic butterfly he had assumed was only the ribbons buckle decoration. Withdrawing the wire garrote hidden inside it. The halves of the butterfly, forming the garrote wires handles.

For the first time she lifted her head up, opening her eyes wide looking into his. His assassin’s brain realizing why this little thirteen year old girl had acted submissive. Keeping her eyes lowered in his presence. Only to conceal her stone cold killers eyes set in an otherwise completely normal pretty face.

"I am now the White Ghost." She announced, lifting up his scrotum sack again. This time positioning the looped wire garrote around its base.

"Raole trained me for the last five years to be his replacement. And when you eventually die, will have been my twentieth kill. "

“The day before I allowed you find me. I had already killed another assassin stalking you." She informed him. "He too fell for the runaway Lolita trap."

“Who contracted you to kill Raole ?” Her little girl voice inquired as her hands pulled the fine wire looped around the base of his scrotum sacks tight as she stepped backwards.

After his screams subsided, he gasped out the name.

She then ever so calmly informed him.

"He had only a month to live as he was dieing of inoperable lymphoid sarcoma, by the way."