THIS YARN IS ABSOLUTE FICTION

BY WHIPMASTER

[ part 1 ]

A long long time ago in a galaxy far far away .......

'Bang! Bang! Bang! It came from the rear of the van.

'Sounds as if she's woken up', said Tim.

Shane nodded. 'Better put the balaclava on. I don't want her getting a look at either of us'.

Tim donned his mask and opened the metal flap, the only access between the driver's cabin and the main body of the Toyota Hi Ace. 'I hate to tell you this little girl but you've been kidnapped'.

'Kidnapped', spurted 10-year-old Lisa Thornton. 'Cool!'

'What did she say?' asked Shane.

'I think she said .cool'

'Tell her again', Shane demanded as he pulled the van around a sharp bend.

'Did you hear me right girl, you've been kidnapped and we're holding you for ransom'.

'Double cool!' Lisa exclaimed with a mischievous tone in her pre-adolescent voice.

'Double cool, is that all you can say. You're supposed to be scared'.

'Scared . I was scared that I was never going to get away from that boring convent. Hey, I owe you guys. This is the first piece of excitement I've had since I got locked up in that hole'. Her young voice then tapered off. 'Are you guys going to rape me?'

Shane almost ran the van off the road.

'No, we're not going to rape you', he replied.

'Why not?' asked Lisa with a sudden rise in the pitch of her voice. 'It's because I'm ugly, isn't it', she continued slumping back on the floor of the van in a pool of self pity.

'No it's not because you are ugly, you're not ugly. In fact you're gorgeous, but we're kidnappers not kid fuckers', Shane assured her. 'And you're too young to fuck'.

'You sound like one of those old bitch nuns back at the convent. ..You're too young to do this and you're too young to do that.

Suddenly she beamed. 'What about some torture then?'

The two boys looked at each other in utter bewilderment.

'Torture! What are you talking about?'

'You know', she started. 'You guys tie me up, torture me for a while, make me give you a blow job, put it all on video and send it to old moneybags who coughs up the loot'.

'Torture you, how?' asked Shane.

'Oh, lots of ways. Whipping's fun!'

Lisa put her hands up to the small slot and asked. 'Can I ride up front with you guys?'

'Hey', said Tim. 'Didn't I handcuff you hands behind your back?'

'Yeah, but that's easy to get out of. All I had to do was roll up in a little ball and loop my hands under my legs. . Do you want me to put them back?'

'Yes', demanded Shane.

Lisa dropped from view and re-emerged moments later with her hands now cuffed behind her back.

'Happy now?' She asked. There was an awkward moment of silence. 'Hey guys, I got to pee'.

'Me too', said Tim looking pleadingly at Shane. In exasperation Shane pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road.

'You've got the mask on', said Shane. 'Take her into the bushes far enough so as you can't be seen from the road. I'll pretend I'm looking at the road map if anyone comes by'.

Tim opened the side sliding door. 'Come on you, with me'.

Lisa, with her hands cuffed behind her back dutifully followed Tim without any thought of escape crossing her mind. Shane cursed as he watched. 'Fuckin' watch her Tim or she'll get away', he mumbled to himself.

'They arrived at a small clearing just out of sight of the road. 'You can go behind that tree over there', he ordered.

'And how am I supposed to get my knickers down with these on', said Lisa as she turned to show her hands cuffed behind her. 'You'll either have to unlock me or pull them down for me'.

'I haven't got the fuckin keys'.

Lisa giggled. 'Then I guess you'll just have to .'

Alright, alright', said Tim.

Lisa intentionally spread her legs a little as Tim knelt down before her. He lifted the hem of her school dress to expose a pair of not so regulation black bikini knickers. He looked up at Lisa who was smiling broadly at him as he hooked the elastic of her briefs and lowered them to her knees. Tim couldn't take his eyes of Lisa's lovely little hairless honey pot and the girl milked every second of his attention, gently gyrating her hips with the subtle hint of a seductive pelvic thrust.

'You'll have to take them right off otherwise they'll get wet. My aim's not that good', she laughed. Tim pulled them down to her ankles and Lisa kicked out of them.

'Ok, now go', ordered Tim as he turned and face away from her to release his slug and relieve his bladder. Tim had been dying to go for at least the last hour so he was still gushing moments later when Lisa finished. Ignoring her knickers lying on the ground, she crept up behind Tim. 'Wow that's a monster'.

Tim jumped

'Fuck', he yelled. 'Don't ever do that again, fuck ya'. If Lisa had not just peed she would certainly have wet herself with the hilarity of the situation. Tim was now making no effort to hide his cock from her gaping little eyes.

'Can I hold it?' She asked.

'Fuck no', replied Tim 'You're too young'.

'Hear we go again . Yes sister', she answered drawing a mocking comparison to the nuns at the convent who had ruled her life for the passed 18 months. Tim couldn't help but smile.

'OK then. But only till I finish'.

In an instant Lisa performed her little gymnastic trick that brought her cuffed hands to the front. She stood beside Tim and gently took his cock in her right hand. It began to swell and was fully swollen by the time the last trickle dropped out of the slit at the end. She bent down and licked the end of Tim's knob. 'All finished', she smiled back at him.

'Let's get going', he demanded if not somewhat reluctantly. 'Get those hands behind your back again too or Shane will have a fit. Oh fuck, I wasn't supposed to mention names in front of you'.

Lisa reversed her maneuver and started following Tim back to the van completely forgetting her knickers. Or did she forget on purpose?

"What's your name?' She asked.

'Never mind what my name is'.

'Come on, I just kissed your willie, surely you can tell me your name'.

'No'.

'Can I sit on your lap for the rest of the way?'

'No, Shane will freak'.

I'll ask him.

Lisa ran ahead before Tim could grab her. The passenger door of the van was slightly ajar and Lisa used her nose and forehead to open it all the way catching Shane by surprise.

'Shane, Shane. Can I sit on his lap the rest of the way?' she pleaded pointing at Tim.

Shane instantly turned white.

'Good one Tim, you dickhead! Now she knows my name'.

'Good one, Shane!' replied Tim. 'Now she knows mine'.

'Why do you two have such hang-ups about your names?' Lisa interceded. 'Please Shane, its boring in the back.

'What the heck you might as well . and Tim you may as well ditch the balaclava too since she's seen my face and she knows both our fuckin' names'.

Lisa legged herself into the van still with her hands cuffed behind her back. She leaned over and planted a big kiss on a stunned Shane's cheek. 'You guys are cool after all and this is going to be heaps fun. Can I drive?'

'Don't even go there', blurted Shane becoming more frustrated as he watched his meticulous planning crumble around him.

Lisa waited until Tim took his seat before lifting her dress and plonking herself plumb on his lap.

'I CAN drive, you know!'

She was wearing no knickers as she sat on her little hands which were still cuffed behind her, and teasingly squeezed Tim's cock through his jeans. Tim couldn't help but take liberties with the preteen girl meat on his lap as the van began rolling again. They were about 4 miles down the road when Tim's hand arrived at her little pussy and it was then that the sickening sensation hit him - the realization that Lisa had left her knickers at the pee stop. Tim's guts dropped. Evidence had been left behind but he just wasn't able to pluck up the courage to tell Shane.

Darkness began to fall. Shane could tell from the way Lisa was moaning and groaning that Tim was giving her clit plenty of attention and Tim's cock was obviously straining in his jeans evident by his regular attempts to adjust his posture.

Lisa had this annoying habit of asking questions from way out of left field.

'How much ransom money are you going to ask for, Shane?' She guessed that Shane was the brains behind all this.

'Well if you must know', replied Shane. 'Two million - a million each'.

'Cool!'

'Christ you say that a lot', said Shane.

'Everyone says cool, don't they?' Lisa quipped. 'Hey, I've got a great idea. Why don't you ask for three million and we can split it three ways. My old man's got plenty'.

'No', said Shane raising his voice.

'What if he doesn't pay up?' she asked.

'He will'.

'He might not'.

'Look kid, whether he pays up or he doesn't pay up we will let you go unharmed, ok. We're not rapists or torturers and we are certainly not murderers'.

'That means I'll have to go back to that convent. I hate the place! Couldn't you sell me or something?'

'Sell you!' exclaimed Shane.

Yea you know, to white slavers or a pedophile ring or something'.

'You are some strange mixed up little kid, you know that'. Shane finished.

'If you hate that convent so much, why didn't you just run away?' Tim asked.

'Well you see it's like this', Lisa started. 'My daddy, McDonald Thornton II, you know the dude with all the loot'.

Both the boys nodded.

'Well him and my mum are divorced. In fact the old prick has been married three times since he left mum. He gives mum and me a nice monthly allowance but he says that if I leave the convent by choice before I'm sixteen he'll cut the allowance and cut us both out of his will. So you see that next to having a terminal disease, being kidnapped is the only way I could get out of there without losing that allowance. Hell, I even thought of arranging my own kidnapping'.

The boys listened in disbelief.

'What makes you think he may not pay up?'

''Because he has got about twenty kids from different marriages and doesn't have any contact with half of them, me included. Hell I've got half brothers and sisters I wouldn't know even if I fell over them'. She leant back and snuggled against Tim's solid frame. 'He might need some persuading'.

'Like, what kind of persuading?' demanded Shane.

'You got a video camera?'

'No'

'You're not very good at this, are you?' She teased.

'Never mind about that. What good is a video camera to us if he doesn't pay up?'

'Boy, how stupid are these guys', Lisa thought to herself.

''Like I told you before, you guys torture and rape me, put it all on video, send it to him with a threat that if he doesn't pay up you'll torture me again and again until he does. He'll pay up. Mind you, not because he gives a fuck about me but because, if it ever gets out that he could've saved his daughter from torture but didn't because he was too stingy, his business reputation would be shot. 'You see to him it would be like a commercial business decision to pay up.'

'So what kind of torture do we do?' asked Tim.

'Wake up to yourself Tim', Shane intervened. 'We are not going to torture her, rape her or murder her. If he doesn't pay up then we'll just let her go. That was the original plan and we are going to stick to it'.

'Come on Shane, maybe she's right. Maybe old money bags will need a little persuasion. Go on Lisa tell us your plan. Ours seems pretty fucked at the moment.

'Well, firstly', she started. 'You have to agree to go for three million with a three way split - agreed'.

'Ok by me', Tim answered. He looked sheepishly at Shane.

'Go on', said Shane almost resigned to the fact that Lisa was now in complete charge of mission control.

'Ok, firstly we need a video camera, heaps of rope, a couple of whips - and real ones not pretend ones, this has to be real, and some face masks and robes with hoods on them so that you guys can't be fingered from the tapes. We need a location, say an old isolated farm or deserted warehouse and you guys have to be prepared to torture the shit out of me so that it only has to happen once .. Agreed?'

'Fine with me. What do you think Shane?'

'I think I'm going to die in jail, that's what I think'.

'Chill out Shane. I'm not going to snitch on you guys, hey we're partners. When it's all over and we've collected the loot I'll just pretend to the cops that it was so terrifying that my brain has wiped it all from my memory. Those psychologists geeks will all nod their heads. They just love that kind of shit'.

Tim was keen

'Right, the farmhouse we've got, that's where we were taking you in the first place. Rope we can get from any hardware shop. Masks we've got. So we need whips and robes with hoods'.

'This is insane', snarled Shane.

'We can get whips from a saddlery?' quipped Lisa. 'You know, those stores that sell horsey things like bridles and saddles and feed and vitamins and stuff. There's usually one in every town. Have you got a map Tim?'

'Sure I've got one right here'.

'Horsewhips', bellowed Shane 'But you can't use..'

'You'll have to be cruel Shane otherwise he'll see right through it and besides, I'm tougher than I look and for a cool million I'll take anything you guys can dish out'.

'Well we're not going to fuck you. Imagine how much evidence we could leave behind if we fuck you. You know DNA and all that shit'.

'Yeah, I think your right Shane'

Then suddenly

'I know' she yelped. 'You can force me to give you blow jobs. well at least make it look like you're forcing me', she added with a cheeky grin.

Shane rolled his eyes and just kept driving. He knew he couldn't win but what really scared him was that he knew he didn't want to.

'The next town ahead is Greenside Utah just the other side of the border about twenty miles. Population fifteen thousand, we should be there by about nine', Tim interjected.