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* UNTITLED part 2 by raymond                                            *
* STORY CODES: mm/gg cons nc (reluc?) bond inc                          *
*                                                                       *
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE ******************************
*                                                                       *
* This story is fiction.  Yes, that's right - Fiction.  All the         *
* characters have been made up, and what follows did not actually       *
* happen.  The names are not real, and any correlations between this    *
* story and real live events are pure coincidences.                     *
*                                                                       *
* This story contains themes of underage sex and may offend some people * 
* of a nervous or sensitive disposition. If you are under 18 or your    * 
* reading of this ficticious story is illegal in your country or        * 
* jurisduction, or you will feel that you will be disturbed by reading  * 
* this story, then please stop now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, and * 
* I urge you to give me your feedback, either by email or through ASSD. * 
* Thank you.                                                            *
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* One final note - this story is a little worse than all of my others.  *
* While the story has the scope to go further in the series, the parts  *
* I will be posting here are the only parts that I have, and probbaly   *
* will, write.                                                          *
***************************************************** R A Y M O N D *****

Ben closed the car door behind him, and watched as Jake did the same, 
pressing the button on the keyfob to lock the doors behind them.  They 
walked through the back door of Ben's house, and through to the living 
room where Ben's ten year old sister Chloe sat on the sofa watching TV.  
She looked up to see who was walking through the front door, said a 
mediocre greeting, and turned back to the TV.  Ben asked where their 
parents were; their mum was at work, while their dad was in the pub.  The 
two boys sat either side of Chloe on the sofa.  With Chloe's eyes glued 
to the TV screen, Jake gave a slight nod which was their signal to grab 
the girl between them.  Chloe was, as expected and hoped, taken by 
surprise by this attack, but she thought they were just fooling around.  
Ben wrestled her to the floor while Jake took the rope out of the bag 
they had brought in.  Ben roughly put Chloe's hands behind her and Jake 
used the rope to tie her wrists together.  This was when Chloe started to 
realise that they weren't fooling around.  She opened her mouth to 
scream, and Jake pushed a ball similar to the one they used on Alice into 
the mouth before she had a chance to scream.  Ben found himself feeling 
Chloe's little arse through the skin-tight shorts she was wearing, while 
the ten year old squirmed underneath her.  They had to carry on – there'd 
be plenty of time for this later.  Ben took the girl's legs and folded 
them at the knees so her bare feet touched that beautiful arse, and while 
Ben held them there, Jake took another length of rope and tied her wrists 
together so she could not move.  Now that the urgency had subsided; the 
girl was gagged and bound in front of them, they could start to toy with 
her mind.

Jake asked Ben if there were any sleeping bags or something around to put 
Chloe in, and when Ben replied that they had, he was sent to get it.  
While he was gone, Jake told the bound girl what was happening, that her 
brother liked young girls, and today was going to be when she would find 
out what happened to girls who happened to get in the way of people of 
her brother's persuasion.  Ben returned with a sleeping bag, and, opening 
it up entirely, they lifted Chloe onto the bag and zipped it up around 
her, the girl struggling all the time.  They had placed her head at the 
foot of the bag, and, once zipped all the way up, they tied the head of 
the bag up.  The next bit was the difficult bit – they had to carry the 
package out to Jake's car without the neighbours realising what they were 
doing.  Jake went out first, and unlocked the car and opened the boot, 
followed by Ben holding Chloe who was then put into the boot on top of 
Alice.  Ben noticed that Chloe was still moving, so threatened her to 
drug her to unconsciousness if she didn't stop struggling.  She complied. 
The boot door was closed, and the two boys got into the front seats of 
the car, and drove off.

Chloe was very frightened at this.  She didn't get on well with her older 
brother, who had tried on several occasions to get close to her.  They 
were like chalk and cheese – one was good for writing on a blackboard, 
the other better in a sandwich.  She had felt that perhaps the way he was 
with her was a little too... she couldn't think of the word, she was only 
ten, but she knew it wasn't right.  She never said anything to her 
parents, had hoped that he would stop.  He never did.  Now, he and his 
scary friend – she had met Jake a couple of times, and didn't like the 
way he looked at her – had tied her up and were driving her somewhere she 
did not know.  And what was that Jake had said to her?  That Ben would 
soon be inside her, and so would he, and then she would be theirs 
forever.  Chloe wondered what was underneath her.  She felt something – 
it was hard at the same time as being soft.  It felt like it was moving, 
but that could just be the car's movement.  Chloe could hardly breathe – 
the sleeping bag was designed to keep the sleeper warm, and was designed 
to have an opening.  Tied up in it like this, she had neither, and the 
ball in her mouth made it difficult for her to breathe, and her tongue 
was pushed to the back of her mouth and made her want to puke.  Chloe was 
very frightened.

After a while that seemed like forever, the car slowed down, but it did 
not stop completely.  Chloe heard the boys speaking in the front, but 
could not hear what they were saying.  The road the car was driving on 
seemed rough and uneven.  Eventually, the car did stop, and one of the 
doors opened after another conversation between the driver and passenger. 
Where were they? – both Chloe and Alice were wondering.  The answer was 
that they were in an abandoned building that Jake knew about, and, 
although he hadn't told Ben, or anybody, about at all, he had used this 
building for this purpose before.  The building was far enough away from 
anywhere else that any screams would go unheard, even if there was 
anybody around, the walls were thick.  As a precaution, the girls would 
remain gagged except while sucking the boys off.  The building seemed to 
be an old house, and there was a garage attached.  Jake asked Ben to get 
out and open the door – even though there was a lock on it, Jake told him 
that it was loose and would open with no problems.  Ben opened the garage 
door, surprised that the garage did not seem to have a wall separating it 
from the rest of the house.  Jake drove the car in, and switched the 
engine off, got out, and walked to the back of the car, beckoning Ben 
over too.  Opening the boot, he told Ben to lift Chloe out, and undo the 
rope that tied the sleeping bag closed so the girl inside could get some 
fresh air.  While Ben lifted her out, Jake closed the garage door behind 
him and lifted Alice out of the boot.  He told Ben to follow him through 
to the main part of the house; they walked through, both carrying their 
respective sisters.  The room they went in to looked a bit more habitable 
than the rest of the house, there was a carpet of sorts on the floor, the 
walls and window was clean and the room was brighter than the other 
rooms.  There were posts located around the floor, of which Ben wondered 
their purpose, two wooden chairs, something that looked like the vaulting 
horses Ben remembered from school – all too well remembered them; when he 
had sex with Beth, they put their school uniform on one – a folded out 
sofabed, a table and various ropes were suspended from the ceiling.

Ben became slightly nervous at who Jake actually was – and more 
importantly, what was to happen to Chloe.  He wanted to have sex with... 
OK, he wanted to actually rape her – he had tried to 'groom' her into it 
as Jake had obviously managed with Alice, but as it was to no avail he 
knew he would have to use force – and last night with Alice was fun, but 
compared to what he imagined could happen in this room began to worry 
him, and he realised that he didn't really know Jake at all.  The girl in 
the sleeping bag he was holding began to squirm, and as it took him by 
surprise he dropped the bag onto the floor.  It landed with a thud.  Jake 
lay his packaged sister onto the sofabed, and wandered over to them.  He 
told Ben to unzip the sleeping bag.  The look on Chloe's face was 
priceless – the rubber ball in her mouth stretched her jaw, and the 
expression in her eyes was an erotic mix of pain, from the uncomfort the 
position of her legs caused, fear, from wondering what was happening, and 
hatred, caused by the fact that at this particular moment she really 
hated her brother for putting her in this situation.  Ben lost all his 
nerves at the sight of his ten-year-old sister, and tauntingly cooed that 
she looked so beautiful.  Jake took him aside and told him that he could 
do whatever he wanted, using whatever he wanted in the room.  It was up 
to Ben to decide how much Chloe would be hurt, but Jake reminded him that 
the more that he hurt her, the less likely it would be that she would 
stay quiet, or that their mum would be less likely not to notice the 
physical effects.  If he didn't hurt her enough, she would be more likely 
to tell.  There was a fine line, Jake told him, that he had to reach and 
stop at to keep him from being found out.  Jake then sent Ben back to 
Chloe with a reassuring 'go get her kid'.

Ben went back to where Chloe lay on the ground, and untied the rope that 
held her feet touching her buttocks.  He stood her up, and told her to 
stretch her leg muscles a bit, and not to even think about running.  As 
she stretched her legs a bit, her arms still tied behind her, and that 
rubber ball still in her mouth, Ben admired her beauty.  She was wearing 
an off-white T-shirt, neither tight fitting nor baggy, and black cycling 
style shorts – they weren't tight fitting, but they weren't baggy either. 
If she had felt the desire to, sticking a finger up between her leg and 
the shorts would have made it tight, but not that tight.  She was 
barefoot, having been taken out of her house with little preparation, and 
even her ankles looked sexy.  She wasn't tanned, but she wasn't fair 
skinned either, and her dark blonde hair was tied into a loose ponytail 
that due to the struggling had become looser and stray strands of hair 
were hanging around her face, almost framing it.  Her 
fearful/pained/hating eyes were a dark brown and watering slightly; 
whether she was crying or whether it was due to the strain on her mouth 
Ben was unsure, but neither did he care.

He told her that he had been waiting for this for a long time by 
whispering into her ear while he took her hair band off and started to 
smooth her hair with his hand.  He started to stoke her cheek, telling 
her to be quiet if he took the ball out of her mouth.  She nodded, and 
Ben pulled the ball out of Chloe's mouth.  She was good on her word and 
was quiet, and started to exercise her jaw muscles.  She called him a 
bastard; Ben slapped her round the face, and said that the more she 
cooperated with him, the less he would hurt her, and the quicker that she 
could go home.  He started to kiss his little sister; little kisses on 
her cheek, forehead, and nose, then on the outside of her lips.  He drew 
back, took a sideways glance to see what Jake was doing – he was getting 
Alice out of her package, the quiet, cooperative Alice – then in an 
attempt to take Chloe by surprise, started to properly kiss her, pushing 
his tongue into her mouth, reeling in the resistance she was giving.  

After a while, she seemed to resign to her fate, and gave up offering any 
resistance.  Ben pulled away.  He untied her wrists and told her to take 
her T-shirt off.  When she hesitated, Ben threatened to take it off of 
her.  She gave it to her older brother who carefully folded it up and put 
it on the table.  Walking back to where Chloe stood still in the middle 
of the room, he noticed that Jake had taken Alice and tied her wrists to 
two of the posts that were sticking up from the floor of the room.  As 
far as Ben could tell, Chloe still didn't know that Alice was here – the 
prepubescent thirteen-year-old was still quiet, and not even the bell in 
her gag was making any noise.  Ben started to caress the ten-year-old's 
flat chest, pinching and squeezing the nipples causing Chloe to emit 
gasps of pain.

Chloe wanted to scream under Ben's abuse, but she daren't.  She knew that 
Ben wasn't too bad, but she wasn't sure about his friend.  He always gave 
her shivers, and until now she never knew why.  She could feel her body 
betraying her mind – even though she was in a state of discomfort, she 
felt good feelings that she had never felt before except...
Except that night a week or so ago.  She was in the bath, rubbing the 
soap over her body.  She felt a slight tingle as she rubbed her hands 
over her nipples, so she did it again, watching in fascination as the 
nipples hardened under her fingers.  The tingling feeling was only 
slight, but she felt good.  She didn't think anything else of it until...
Until she was doing the bit between her legs.  She felt a slight itch 
in... what did she hear it called at school?  She wasn't really with the 
'in' girls so only overheard conversations – cunny?  Was that what they 
called it?  Strange name.  But the itch was becoming more persistent now, 
so she pushed her finger up and scratched it.  The itch did not subside.  
The more she scratched it, the more it itched, but it wasn't an itch any 
more – it was a tingly feeling that was the same as before, yet stronger. 
 It was almost as if she needed to pee, but it wasn't quite that.  She 
was slightly scared, having no idea what was going on in her body, yet 
she wanted to experience it again.

She didn't – she peed out of there; she didn't want to stick her finger 
up there except in the bath.  So she waited.  And now she was here, 
experiencing these feelings somewhere where she didn't know, because her 
older brother was using his tongue on her nipples.  She felt that itch 
again, in her... she giggled slightly even thinking of the name 'cunny'.  
She resisted the urge to reach down and itch it, not wanting to anger her 
brother, or to be seen to put her hand down her shorts while this was 
going on.

Ben was beginning to taunt her again, whispering in her ear that she 
liked what he was doing.  Chloe shook her head.  She was still 
frightened, but not as much; she was still in pain, but not as much, and 
she was still angry at Ben for bringing her out her.  And she didn't want 
to let on that she was beginning to like it.  Ben took his own T-shirt 
off, revealing his slight muscular chest.  Then his trousers, so he stood 
in front of his sister wearing only his boxer shorts, which, Chloe 
noticed for the first time, were tented out, and looked uncomfortable.  
Again, she thought back to those conversations she overheard.  Was that 
his dick?  It was bigger than the ones she had seen accidentally at 
school.  There was a rumour she had heard that boys stuck their dicks 
into girls cunnys.  That could not be right.  If that was Ben's dick 
doing that to his boxers, there was no way it would fit inside of her, 
which was what she assumed he wanted to do.

Ben took Chloe's arms again and retied them behind her back.  Then he 
knelt down and pulled her shorts down.  He went to pull her knickers 
down, then realised that she wasn't wearing any.  He called her a little 
slut for not wearing any underwear, and told her that if their mum found 
out she would be in trouble.  It occurred to Ben but not to Chloe that 
the only way Mum would find out would be if Ben told her, and why would 
he know?  Ben took his fingers and pulled apart her labial lips.  Chloe 
gasped as he put his mouth to the opening and stuck his tongue up inside 
of her.  He had tasted young girls cunts before, but this was much nicer 
– he assumed it was the incestuous taboo – but he found the position 
slightly uncomfortable.  He reluctantly pulled his face away and looked 
towards the sofabed.  It was empty; Jake and Alice were over in the 
corner of the room, Alice tied into an X shape with her ankles attached 
to two of the posts, and her arms attached to two of the ceiling ropes.  
Ben stood up and roughly pulled Chloe and thrust her onto the bed, face 
up.  He spread her legs apart, and once again returned to eating his 
sister out.  Her moans told him that she was enjoying the feeling of his 
tongue inside of her, which could never do.  He managed to find her tiny 
clitoris, and gripping it between his teeth bit down on it hard.  Chloe 
screamed.  Then her body shook, and Ben found that he was licking up an 
ocean of her juices.

Ben had just brought his ten year old sister to her first orgasm.

To be continued...

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