FOG

BY ZOOL

Fog! Wonderful thick, glorious fog! Terry loved the fog, it made things so easy for him, the thicker and more impenetrable the better and this one was a real pea-souper! Terry was a predator, he hunted only when it was foggy because of the cover it gave him, he needed good cover, for Terry’s prey was little girls!

Terry was lucky, living in England meant that there was plenty of fog, especially in Autumn and Winter, not that he needed it that often, one decent fog every two or three years was more than enough, he only ever took one girl at a time, preferring the ages nine to ten, he would keep them for two or three years, his little toys he called them. When he tired of one toy he would dump her and hunt for another. The fog was useful for disposing of unwanted toys too! Not that Terry was a killer, far from it, he would drug his unwanted toys and leave them at night in the red light district in some far off town, some local hooker or pimp would probably take them in and a new phase of their existence would begin, but that was not his concern.

He had dumped his previous toy the night before, in a thick fog, in a town a hundred miles South of where he was now, in another town, near another school, at his chosen place, waiting! He was standing at the entrance to an alley, his van was parked not ten yards further down the alley, side door open and ready, even he could not see it! He had spent months studying this spot, there was a solid, high wall on the other side of the road, that meant he only had to be concerned about his right and his left, the kids all approached from his right, few adults came this way in the morning, mostly just the kids, on their way to school. He had half a dozen possible targets lined up, all came this way, all walked alone usually, he would take the first one it was safe to do so, as she passed him he would grab her, hand over her mouth and drag her down into the alley, into the covering fog and the rest was easy! A few kids had already passed him, groups of two or three, a few kids on their own, none were any of the targets though. None had paid him any attention, he was just a bloke standing by the roadside, most likely a bloke waiting for a lift to work, fools!

Footsteps! He stood ready, a small figure loomed out of the mist, but it was a boy , “Cute though” he thought to himself, but his bread was not buttered on that side, he relaxed again, he was patient, very patient, as he stood there he thought about his previous toy, the girl he had disposed of last night, he had taken her from a town about sixty miles East of here about three years ago, a lovely little ten year old, but at thirteen she was too old and she had had to go! Now his cellar was empty, waiting for it’s next occupant! He usually limited himself to one toy but in previous years had had a many as three in the cellar at once! But now it was empty and he was hunting again, he was looking forward to breaking in a new little toy!

As Terry patiently waited for a target to pass, her remembered how pathetically easy it had been to snatch his previous toy. There had been a long road which led towards the school, a high hedge on one side, a narrow path, very little traffic. He had simply parked up, in the fog, opened the side door, crouched down by the rear wheel of the van and waited. The gap between the hedge and his van was narrow, just a few feet, his target had appeared, walked past him and just as she drew level with the open door he had spoken.

“Excuse me miss! Little girl!”, the target had turned around, he had pulled the high collar of his coat up so that the lower part of his face had been hidden as he crouched by the wheel, his hand under the wheel arch where he pretended to be holding something. “I daren’t let go of this cable!” he had said, “Would you be a little treasure and look in my van, there’s a red tool box there, would you get it for me please?” The little girl had nodded and climbed into the van! Quick as a flash he had stood up, checked no one else was around and had leapt into the van behind her, slamming the door shut behind him, pulling his woolly hat down over his face so that it was obscured bar two eye holes he had cut into it! She didn’t know what had hit her! Stupid little girl! He had then grabbed her, forced her down onto the floor, taped her mouth, taped her arms behind her, taped the elbows and wrists, taped her legs together, knees and ankles. Then he had placed her, face up, in the open tool chest which ran the length of one side of the van, it was like putting a body into a coffin! He remembered the terrified look on her face as he had placed the false bottom over the top of her, closing her in. Then he had turned on a light inside the box, under the false bottom, a tiny light, just enough to let her see the writing he had placed on the underside of the false bottom, right in front of her eyes in best “horror film” title writing, ‘ Keep still and keep quiet or I will cut your fucking throat you fucking little bitch!’ it said, it worked every time! They stayed still, they kept quiet.

Then he had filled the rest of the chest with tools and stuff so that, if anyone opened it, all they would see was a chest full of tools and stuff! It was unlikely that he would be stopped after making a snatch, too early for the girls to be missed and the police would be busy dealing with the accidents the fog would cause, he also avoided main roads after making a snatch. Yes, the fog made it so easy, he loved the fog!

Footsteps! A group of kids this time, “Blast!” one of the targets was right behind them, no matter, there were still five targets left, he was patient, very patient.

He thought back again to three years ago, the drive home had been long, a hundred and twenty miles, but it had been easy, he had arrived at his house and driven the van straight into the garage, “God bless the maker of automatic doors” he had thought. The garage was part of the whole building with a door leading straight into the main corridor inside, made it easy to get the girls into the house unseen! He remembered covering his face again and then lifting the girl out of the chest, he could have tasted her fear! The look on her face had been priceless! He remembered her panting hard and the wide eyed look of terror as he had brandished a wicked looking knife in front of her face “Give me any trouble you little bitch and I’ll peel your face off!” More than enough to keep his victims quiet and it always worked!

He had then carried her into the house, into the corridor, he had done some alterations so that the door leading to the cellar was hidden behind a sliding bookcase, real spy stuff! He had taken her down the stairs, down into the cellar, locking the doors behind him. Then he had placed her on the floor, he was proud of his cellar, it was a real dungeon, racks, benches, restraints, whips, paddles, floggers, canes, everything the discerning sadist could wish for! He had watched the girl grow more and more terrified as she looked around the room. Then he had walked over to a corner of the room, turned his back, switched the hat mask for the horror mask! The horror mask was black leather, like a wrestler’s mask, with a grinning, fanged, skull face painted on the front, then he had stripped off and put on a pair of black leather trousers with a broad, studded black leather belt. This was his “uniform”. This was all she would ever see him wear for as long as she was with him. Often, of course, she would see him naked except for the mask, when he was fucking her, when he was raping her, when he was forcing his cock into her cunt, her arse or her mouth!

He had then returned to her, grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him, “You are mine now you little bitch, mine to do with as I please!” Then he had released her, he had taken off all of the tape which had been binding her arms and legs, taken the tape off her mouth, then he had sat down in a comfortable chair and waited for the show to begin!

Footsteps! A single walker! He tensed ready, it was a girl, but not one of his targets, this girl was much too chubby, no offence intended to her but he preferred them on the thin side! Ah well, plenty of time yet, his chance would come, it always did. He was patient, very patient.

He remembered his previous toy sitting on the floor, where he had just untied and ungagged her, how he had sat down and waited for her reaction, it was always different, some just sat there waiting for him to speak or do something, some frantically tried to escape. It didn’t matter if they screamed, they could scream as loud as they liked, the cellar was totally sound proofed! This one had been a screamer and a firebrand! She had fled to the door screaming at the top of her voice, calling for help but the door was locked! She had ran around the cellar looking for other ways out, demanding to be freed, demanding to see her mommy and daddy, screaming to be let go, all to no avail! She had been really entertaining, quite moving. Eventually, as they all did, she had realised that there was no escape and had sat down on the floor, sobbing and wailing. Priceless entertainment!

Footsteps! A group this time, three figures appeared like spectres out of the mist, “No” he couldn’t believe it, they were three of his targets! Closely followed by some older boys! “Damn and blast” he thought, “These girls had never walked to school together before! Of all the rotten luck!” Now his patience was starting to wear a little thin! Four out of a possible six targets gone! No chance of more fog tomorrow! If he missed the last two targets he would be without a toy for God knows how long! He calmed down, two more targets was enough, he had often hunted only single targets, how much more bad luck could he have?

Again he thought back to his previous victim, how she had lain there on the floor, sobbing her little heart out, her body shaking with fear and desperation. Then he had spoken to her, “Listen to me slut, you are mine now and you are never going to see your parents again understand? I’m going to make you my sex slave, I’m going to fuck you! I’m going to rape you! I’m going to torture you! As hard and as often as I like and there is nothing you can do about it!” This had started a fresh round of screaming and pleading, God how he had loved every second of her pathetic howling! Then he had stood up and walked towards her, like lightening she had leapt to her feet and fled to a corner of the room, screaming at him to keep away from her, desperately trying to squeeze herself into the corner, all to no avail, he had grabbed her and dragged her to her feet, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, hard! She had screamed at the sudden pain. He had then forced her to look up at him, to look up at the terrifying mask! “Listen to me you little slut, listen good, You are my slave now, you will do exactly what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it! I’m going to torture you every day, I’m going to rape you every day, I’m going to fuck you in your little mouth, I’m going to fuck you up the arse and I’m going to fuck your little cunt! If there is any of that you don’t understand then you will soon enough! I’m going to hurt you a lot, but if you don’t do exactly as I tell you then I will hurt you a lot more! A FUCKING HELL OF A LOT MORE! UNDERSTAND”? Then he had slapped her hard across the face twice to hammer the message home and thrown her down onto the floor again.

She had lain there, crying and sobbing, rubbing her stinging face, begging him to let her go, begging him not to hit her again. Then he had grabbed her and forced her down onto her face, grabbed her coat and ripped it from her, throwing it across to the door, her little school blazer was dragged off her and followed it. Then he had climbed on top of her, straddling her back and reached in front to her throat, grabbed her school tie and tightened it around her throat making her choke, she had struggled underneath him, gasping for breath then he had pulled the tie off her, “See you little slut, you can’t fight me, I’m too strong for you, I can do anything I want to you and you can’t stop me! Get used to it!” Then he had turned around to face her rear, placed his hands in the waistband of her skirt and pulled, tearing the zipper apart, ripping the fabric down the seam and pulled the little skirt away from her hips, revealing a pair of crisp, white panties! He had reached down to her feet and pulled her shoes and socks off, these and her skirt he had thrown across to the door to join the other clothing there. Then he had turned around and moved back a little so he was sat on her lower legs, then he had pulled her up so that she was in a kneeling position in front of him, facing away from him. Now for the best part!

Footsteps! He prepared himself for the pounce, a figure approached from his left this time, it was a youth though, a boy of eighteen or nineteen, typical scruffy look, baseball cap, hood of his sweatshirt pulled up, kid looked like a drug dealer or user, or both! He had not seen this boy in his observations. The kid stared at him as he walked past. “Nosy little bugger” Terry thought to himself, a few more kids passed by, none of them were his last two remaining targets though so his thoughts returned to his previous toy again. Where was he?

Ahh yes, he had been squatting on her lower legs, the little bitch had been in a kneeling position in front of him, facing away from him, her arms limp at her sides, her sobs had ceased and she had just been whimpering like the terrified little girl she was. Terry had then moved his arms round in front of her and placed them on her little chest, roughly kneading her nascent breasts through the thin fabric, he had gripped the fabric with both hands and pulled, tearing the blouse open and sending tiny, little buttons flying. With one hand he had forced her forward and with the other he had pulled the blouse down over her arms, yanking it off and throwing it over his shoulder to join the rest of her clothes. She had not been wearing anything under it! He had pulled her back to the kneeling position, placed his hands back on her chest and squeezed her tiny, pale nipples HARD. She had screamed at the pain and arched her little body, pummelled at his hands with her own, tiny, little fists. Then he had grabbed her fists and enclosed them in his own and squeezed, crushing her little hands in his and she had screamed even louder, begging him to let go. He had done so, only to grab both her hands in one of his and hold them tight, as his other hand moved back to her chest and then he had moved it down, down over her soft, flat little belly, down into her tiny, flimsy panties, rubbing her hairless mound hard, down in between her legs and roughly rubbed his fingers up and down her little slit. She had cried, begged him to stop, told him he was being dirty, ohh how he had loved that! Then he had twisted the fabric of her tiny knickers in his fingers and pulled hard, tearing the flimsy garment away from her, leaving her naked and helpless. The torn knickers had joined her other clothing, to be burned later.

He had then forced her legs wide apart with his free hand and then placed it on her slit again, rubbing his fingers, roughly up and down her little pussy, he had eased her lips apart and felt for her tiny hole, felt the thin hymen partly covering it, eased his middle finger past it and into her hole, “Ooooh, you little slut, how tight your little cunt is,” She had screamed again, begging him to take his finger out, begging him to stop being dirty with her and the tears had come again. “Don’t like that eh? Well imagine how it’s going to feel when I push my big, fat cock in there you dirty little slut! It’s ten times bigger than a finger!” Then he had pushed his finger, hard, all the way in and twisted it from side to side making her scream even louder, his thumb had found her clitoris and rubbed it, she had trembled at that touch and gasped, “Ahhh, you like that eh? Just as I thought, you really are a dirty little slut aren’t you?” He had felt her getting wet then, “See you little bitch, you are juicing up like a whore now! Let’s see how you like this!” With that he had placed his thumb and forefinger on her clit and he had squeezed and twisted hard! The little girl had screamed horribly at the pain. He had laughed and squeezed harder, holding the pressure for a full minute as she screamed and wailed and sobbed and squirmed. Then he had released her and pushed her away from him, laughing again as she had hit the floor.

He had stood up then, walked in front of her and stood over her, laughed at the tiny, naked figure, shaking and sobbing, her hands between her legs trying to rub the pain away. Then he had taken off the leather pants and stood over her, naked except for the mask, “Look at me bitch” he had said, kicking her in the side with his bare foot, she had grunted and looked up, her eyes had widened at the sight of his big, stiff cock sticking out from his body, he had reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet, dragging her over to the chair. He had sat down and forced her to her knees in front of him, then he had pulled her face towards his groin. “Suck my cock you little slut, put it in your mouth and suck on it” He had pushed his groin towards her face, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips which had remained firmly shut as she shook her head. “Do it you little cunt! Suck my cock or you’ll suffer”! She had shook her head again, he had slapped her, hard bringing on the tears again, “Bitch, didn’t I tell you I expect you to do what you’re told! Instantly! Now suck my cock!” She had turned her head away, crying and wailing, telling him that what he wanted was dirty. He had stood up again, grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet again, “ Fine by me bitch, you obviously want to learn the hard way, your choice you little cunt!”

He had dragged her over to some apparatus in another corner of the room, placed her, belly down on a leather pad at waist height, pulled her legs wide apart and strapped them to bars on either side of the pad and lowered a panel over her waist and secured it, the panel was tall and wide, preventing her from reaching back past her waist. Her belly rested on the pad, her chest, shoulders, arms and head were free and unrestrained but she was secured from the waist down. He had picked a whip from the “toy” rack on the wall and stood in front of her again, her face was level with his cock which was still hard. He had shown her the whip, a short whip, three feet long, braided, black, supple leather, designed to hurt! He had grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and he had pressed his cock against her face. “You are going to suck this bitch, you are going to take hold of it in those little hands of yours and put it in your mouth, then you are going to suck it until I cum in yo ur mouth and you are going to swallow every last drop of my spunk, then you are going to keep sucking it and licking it until it is clean!” Then he had walked to the other end of the bench, stood between her wide open legs and raised the whip high over his head, “And this is what’s going to make you do it bitch!”

Footsteps! Terry prepared for the snatch, but his heart sank! Two, burly policemen loomed out of the fog to his left and, on seeing him, approached him. He felt a lump in his throat but managed to squeak out a “ Good morning officers “ as they drew in front of him.

“Good morning sir” one said, “Just a word of caution sir, there have been some, nasty, violent muggings in the area lately, the attacker has been described as a male youth, late teens or early twenties, just be careful if you see anyone like that sir.”

“Thank you for the warning officer”, Terry replied, “ I’ll certainly keep my eyes open and not try anything heroic if I spot him!”

“Very sensible sir, mind how you go now!” The two officers disappeared into the fog again, as they left Terry breathed a huge sigh of relief and his legs nearly gave way under him! He quickly recovered and his thoughts once again returned to his previous toy.

He had brought the whip whistling down, hard on her buttocks raising an angry, red welt, she had screamed in pain, over and over again he had thrashed her on the buttocks and the backs of her thighs, oh how she had shrieked and writhed and desperately tried to reach back with her hands to fend off the blows but the board prevented her. A dozen blows he had struck her, six on each side, a dozen red stripes criss-crossed the backs of her thighs and her buttocks. He had then walked back to her head and, again, had pushed his cock up against her lips, “Now suck my cock you fucking little bitch” To his amazement she had turned her head away from his cock again as she wailed and cried. “Fine by me cunt! Every time you disobey me your punishment doubles you stupid little slut!” He had walked back to her rear and started thrashing her again, by the time he had reached the fifth stroke she was begging him to stop, telling him she would do as he said, she would suck his cock, “I’m gl ad to hear it slut” he had replied, “but once a punishment starts it doesn’t stop, don’t worry, I’ll get back to that pretty little mouth of yours in a minute” he had continued to thrash her, raining blows down upon her bare flesh.

Twenty four strokes of the whip had lashed across the little girl’s naked buttocks and thighs, now thirty six angry, red welts formed a network on her tender skin and she was sobbing and crying and wailing like a baby from the intense pain. He had walked back to her head and placed his cock up against her mouth, “So you are going to suck my cock now are you bitch?” Still sobbing and gasping the little girl had nodded, he had waited, patiently for her to calm down and then she had reached out with one hand and took hold of his cock, opened her mouth and guided his cock into it, then she had rubbed his cock with her hand and moved her head up and down it, sucking with all of her might. Terry had been so excited by the whipping he had given her that it was barely a minute until he had cum, spurting jet after jet of his warm spunk into her mouth, she had grimaced at the feeling but had gulped it all down, no doubt dreading the prospect of failure! Then she had sucked and licke d and sucked and licked until his cock was clean and he had been satisfied.

“Not bad slut, not much technique but I’ll give you full marks for enthusiasm!” He had said to her, “Now open your mouth and take my cock in it again!” She had obeyed and he had pushed his cock deep into her mouth until she had started to gag and then he had pulled back a little, he had then grasped her head firmly holding her in place, “ Now, you little slut, I’m going to piss in your mouth and you are going to drink all of it down, just like you swallowed my spunk! Keep your lips tightly sealed round my cock, spill any of my piss and I’ll whip the skin off your arse!” Then he had relaxed his bladder and begun to urinate, sending a stream of hot piss into her mouth and down her throat, she had struggled, grimaced even more but she had swallowed it! “ Ahhhhh, God that feels so much better” He had said as he had drawn his cock back out of her mouth. No sooner had he withdrawn it than she had put her hands to her face and started sobbing away again, “Don’t worry slut”, he had said” You will soon get used to it!”

He had then released her from the restraints and dragged her to her feet by her hair again, dragging her over to another part of the cellar. He had forced her to kneel with her knees wide apart on a thick rubber mat. The mat had securing rings dotted all over it, he had secured her feet and knees to some of these, keeping her in the kneeling position, legs apart. He had then secured her wrists to a rope and fed this through a ring in the ceiling then pulled hard so that her arms were raised upwards stretching her body upright, then he had secured it. Finally he had placed a steel bowl between her legs, under her groin. “I’m going to leave you for a few hours now slut while I have a nap” He had said to her, “When I return we’ll play some more, the bowl, as you may have guessed is in case you need to pee! “ Then he had left the cellar, locking the door behind him and he had gone upstairs to rest. Before retiring he had checked the monitor screen covering the cellar, watchin g as his new toy had started crying again, tears rolling down her cheeks, sobbing at her hopeless plight!

Footsteps! A small figure appeared out of the mist to his right. A target! At last! he was just about to pounce when a loud chattering stopped him and half a dozen older boys appeared behind the girl. “Damn” he thought “another opportunity gone”! Now there was only one chance left, never had his luck been this bad. Luckily most of the kids had passed by now which meant that any others were stragglers, running a little late and much more likely to be on their own.

Terry took a deep breath and, again, cast his mind back to his last toy, he could not remember how long he had left her in the cellar while he dozed, several hours at least! He had returned to the cellar and opened the door, the girl’s head had been lolling to one side, she had appeared to be asleep. The bowl between her legs had contained a small amount of urine. “Good” he had thought. He had picked up his short whip, walked up to her front and brought it whistling down across her chest with a resounding CRACK! “ Wake up you little slut! Playtime again!” She had jerked awake at the sudden pain and started screaming again in her confusion. “Noisy little brat aren’t you!? Not that I mind hearing you scream”! He had taken the bowl and laid it on the floor to one side, then he had unfastened her arms. He had then pulled her body forward and splayed her arms out, forwards and to the sides, securing them to rings there. Now her body and upper legs formed an inverted “V” wit h her legs wide apart and her head close to, but not resting on, the floor. Then he had placed the bowl with her piss in it on the floor in front of her face. “Drink it bitch! Lap it all up or I’ll whip you non stop for an hour!” The little girl had seemed to have given up resisting, she had leaned forward and started lapping up her piss, as she did this he took a tube of KY from a shelf and moved to kneel down behind her, he had squeezed some of the KY onto her anus and started inserting one of his fingers, her body jerked and stiffened at this and she had gasped and started protesting, his response had been to bring the whip crashing down across her back making her yelp, “Shut the fuck up you little bitch! Shut up and drink your piss, while you’re lapping it up I’m going to fuck you up the arse!”

He had put another finger into her anus, moving them around, stretching her arsehole and working the KY inside her, then he had positioned the tip of his penis, now fully erect against her anus and pushed, sliding a few inches of his cock inside. She had grunted and squealed like a pig but had kept drinking, then he had slid his cock in and out of her anus a few times to stretch it and work in the lubricant, then he had taken hold of her hips and rammed the entire length of his cock into her, hard! That had made her shriek with pain! “Finish drinking you little slut” he had said as he had rammed his massive cock in and out of her abused little anus! Finally, with a shout, he had come into her arse, sending gouts of his spunk deep inside her colon before dragging his cock out of her, it was covered in spunk, traces of faeces and a little blood from where he must have torn her. He had moved to her front, released her arms again and pulled her into an upright kneeling position. He had inspected the bowl, it had been empty. “Good slut! Now open your mouth” She had obeyed and he had plunged his filthy cock into her open mouth, “Suck and lick me clean again!” She had obeyed, sucking and licking as before until there was not a trace of mess on him. Then he had stood up and looked down at her, sobbing and whimpering and rubbing her hands over her sore arse.

“Now it’s time to work on your front little slut”, he had said. He had released her legs and dragged her to her feet and over to a low table “Up bitch” the girl had climbed onto the table, small and with a top shaped like a wide “Y” with a ring set into each end, a third at the base and a fourth in the middle. He had made her kneel down with her knees at the points of the “Y” and had secured her knees to the rings there, secured her feet to the middle ring and then he had slotted a bar onto the table and bent her back over it securing her wrists to the middle ring also. Then he had fastened a thick, leather collar around her throat, bent her head down and backwards and had secured the collar to the final ring by a short length of chain leaving her a little room for movement. By this method he had secured her with her body arched upwards and her legs splayed wide apart. He had knelt down and moved in between her legs, checking that, when the time came, she was just at the right height for him to slide his cock into her vagina! Then he had moved around to her head and checked that her mouth was in the right position too! Finally he had knelt down beside her and placed both hands on her belly then rubbed them over her smooth skin, moved one up and the other down exploring and rubbing her chest and pelvis, the one teasing and pinching her nipples whilst the other had moved down between her legs rubbing hard and pinching her clit as she gasped and winced at his harsh touch.

Footsteps! “Surely this time”, he thought, but no, it was a boy, about 10 years old, a good looking boy, he seriously thought about snatching him despite his earlier misgivings, perhaps it would be an amusing diversion for a week or two until more fog came! But no, he decided against it and turned his thoughts to the past again.

“Time to introduce you to some more toys now slut!” He had gone to a cupboard, removed three nipple clamps and returned to her prone form, he had squeezed and pinched and worked on one of her nipples until it had stiffened and stuck out, then he had placed one of the clamps on it and fastened it shut! The shriek of pain from his little girl toy nearly deafened him! He had then clamped the second one down on her other nipple making her shriek and scream and wriggle in her restraints, her little chest heaving, her little frame writhing. She had begged and pleaded with him to take them off, promised that she would do anything for him, gasping for breath and crying and screaming in agony! Then he had taken hold of both clamps and twisted them, hard! He had never heard a little girl scream as loud as she had, it had been horrible, but exciting, his cock had grown as stiff as a ramrod as he had watched her bucking and heaving on the table, straining at her ties. Eventually her screams had tied down but her chest continued to heave as she was wracked with sobs and she whimpered and mewled!

“Quite a performance little slut”, he had said and dangled the third clamp in front of her eyes , “Guess where this one is going”, he had said as he had placed his hand on her pelvis and slid it down towards her slit where he had taken her little clit between thumb and finger and massaged it until it stood out! Ohhhh how she had begged him, pleaded with him not to do it, not there! She had promised to do anything for him, anything he wanted her to do, but her pleading had been useless, Terry had placed the third clamp on her stiff little clit and then had fastened it shut! He had thought she was going to snap her restraints, she had fought and wriggled so hard! She had screamed and screamed and screamed until she was hoarse and then the agony had become too much for her and she had fainted!

A glass of water thrown in her face revived her and she lay there, bound, helpless, moaning and groaning at the terrible pain coursing through her abused nipples and clitoris. “Want me to take them off now slut?” he had said. Oh how she had begged him to do so and thanked him when he agreed, he had taken hold of both of the clamps on her nipples and pulled hard, yanking them off. If she had expected relief, she hadn’t received it, the body just didn’t work like that! A new wave of harsh, cruel pain had shot through her chest and the screaming had begun again, then he had taken hold of the clamp on her clitoris and she had begged him not to yank it off, she had begged and pleaded with him to be gentle, but that was not Terry! He had yanked the third clamp off as hard as the other two and she had fainted from the pain again.

More water brought her round again, Terry spent a few minutes rubbing and tweaking her aching nipples and clit as she cried and groaned and wriggled and pleaded with him to stop. Then he had moved to her head and placed his rampant cock against her lips, “Open wide slut and take my cock in your mouth or the clamps go back on!” She had opened her mouth wide and accepted his length eagerly, anything to avoid those horrible things!

He had slid his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing further in each time, making her gag and choke as he fucked her throat. Then he had drawn his cock out of her mouth, leaving a trail of spittle and moved to kneel between her legs. “Now for it little slut”, he had said, “now I’m going to rape your little cunt and tear your virginity away from you!”. He had placed one of his fingers at the entrance to her little love hole, eased it past the hymen at the entrance and pushed it in, wriggling it around to stretch her a bit. Then he had coated his cock in KY and placed the swollen head against her little vagina easing it in, then he had gripped her hips and thrust hard, driving his cock deep into her, tearing her hymen apart as his thick shaft had rubbed past it, made her start screaming anew. Then he had thrust away, mercilessly pounding his cock in and out of her, relentlessly, ignoring her pitiful screams, in, out, in, out, thrust, thrust, pound, pound until, with a fi nal grunt, he exploded inside her, flooding her tiny love channel with wave after wave of his hot spunk! Finally he had dragged his cock out of her, covered in spunk again and traces of blood from her torn hymen and had forced her to lick and suck him clean for the third time!

Then Terry had sat down, exhausted and looked at her, still bound with her legs wide apart and her hips thrust high, whimpering, sobbing in pain, her vagina gaping open, spunk oozing out from it , a tiny trickle of blood running down between her arse cheeks and onto the bench. Christ how he had enjoyed that! He had then untied her and dropped her down onto the floor where she had curled into a sobbing, trembling, little ball. He had picked her up, carried her across to a tiny cage about three feet on a side in a corner of the cellar, put her inside and locked it shut. As an after thought he had placed a bowl of water and one of cold, tinned stew in with her. Then he had left the cellar with it’s single, broken, abused, raped and humiliated, little occupant and locked the door behind him, returning upstairs, to a shower, his own, hot evening meal, a few drinks and a well earned night’s rest.

That had been how his last toy’s first day had gone, from bright eyed little schoolgirl in the morning to a beaten, shivering, whimpering wreck in the evening. She had given him three years of fun that one, after a few weeks he had had her totally under his control, she had obeyed instantly, whatever his command! Whatever he had told her to do she did so without question. He remembered how he had once placed her in the middle of the cellar and had told her to stand perfectly still until he told her she could move . He had left and locked the door behind him, reminding her that he would be watching on the monitors. She had lasted an incredible thirty six hours before collapsing from exhaustion, at which point, naturally, he had returned and thrashed her senseless for her disobedience! But now the cellar was empty, waiting for a new occupant, waiting for a new toy and Terry had only one target left, or he would be without a toy to play with for who knows how long!

Footsteps! Terry tensed, ready to spring, but it was not the girl, it was the youth again, the youth walked up to him! “What the fuck does this little shit want?” thought Terry. The youth pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth saying,

“Got a light mate?” At that point Terry’s sixth and final target appeared out of the fog,

“ No!” he thought “No! Not now you stupid little cow!” He had to get rid of the youth fast! The target walked behind the youth and into the fog on the other side of the alley, If he could get rid of this little shit he could run after her and grab her, she was walking quite slowly! “No, I’m sorry I don’t smoke” he blurted out. The youth moved closer to him!

“I’ll have your wallet instead then dick head!” Terry was stunned, confused, not paying attention, thinking only of his last target getting away from him.

“What?” he said, he didn’t see the knife, didn’t even feel it as it entered his belly, didn’t feel it as it was thrust up into his chest, piercing his heart, didn’t feel the ground hit him as he fell, he was aware of the youth dragging him into the alley, rifling through his clothes, taking his wallet and keys. Dimly aware of the engine of his van starting and the van being driven off. He was aware that he was getting colder, aware that he had missed his target, the girls had all gotten away! Now he had no toys to play with! Then he grew colder still as he lay in the alley wondering what he was going to do without a toy! Then blackness engulfed him, and there, in the alley, in the fog, he died, the predator had become the prey!

Postscript

Fog! Wonderful thick, glorious fog! Billy loved the fog, it made things so easy for him, the thicker and more impenetrable the better and this one was a real pea-souper! Billy was a predator, he loved hunting when it was foggy because of the cover it gave him, he liked good cover, for his prey was people on their own who he could mug and rob, he had gotten a good haul from the bloke he had left dying in that alley, fat wallet, keys, a van and an address of a house he could rob at his leisure miles away. Yes, Billy loved the fog!