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Title: Hailey's Ordeal
Author: Serum114
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Hailey's Ordeal (part 1)



      The man wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the
unconscious girl, so he put her naked body in his standup shower
and turned on the water.  He washed up the blood off the floor
with a few towels and threw them in a pile to burn.  He examined
the girl's clothes lying in the corner.  Her panties were plain
white and had old menstrual blood stains and were slightly damp
with piss.  The man thought for a moment, and decided to keep
them.  He threw the rest of her clothes in the burn pile.  With
everything cleaned up, he gathered the towels and clothes and
headed to his garage.  He had a large blue trash can just inside
his garage.  He threw the stuff in and headed to his car.  He
popped the trunk.  Inside his trunk were a large plastic tarp
and the girl's purse.  He disposed of the tarp, and took the
purse inside.  He walked to the bathroom, turned off the shower
and sat on the toilet to rummage through the girls purse.  He
quickly found the girl's student ID, and discovered she had
turned 17 the week before.
      "Happy birthday..." he squinted at the driver's license,
"Kari Reinhardt." He put the ID on the counter.  He looked back
in the purse, and pulled out a wad of bills and shoved them in
his pocket without counting them.  There was nothing else worth
keeping, so he threw the bag aside.  He turned his attention to
the girl.  She was moaning slightly, and barely breathing.  He
picked her up and carried her down the hall to a well-lit,
sparse room.  He strapped the naked and bruised girl to a
hospital bed, inserted an I.V., and started her on a saline
drip.  From the bedside cabinet, he pulled out a premeasured
dosage of a strong sedative, and administered it.  He left the
room, and locked the door behind him.
      The next morning he returned.  He walked over to the girl,
whose eyes were now open.  She looked at the man as her eyes
welled with tears.
      "Who are you?"
      "Shh." He walked to the side of her bed.  She was still
very weak from the sedative.  It was then the girl noticed the
other man standing in the doorway.  He was a short, stocky, well
dressed Indian man.  The girl's captor spoke to the short man.
"She's 17 years old."  The Indian man approached the girl, took
out a cigarette and lit it.  He took a few drags before he
spoke.
      "She looks younger." The captor nodded.  "That's good, I
guess." The short man spoke with a strong Indian accent.  He
looked the girl up and down, methodically checking for faults.
"What's wrong with her nose?"
      "It's broke." The short man nodded.  "It'll heal fine.
Just give it a couple weeks."
      "You should have been more careful.  My people like them
fresh." The Indian man reached out, stroked the girl's leg and
asked, "Are you a virgin?" The girl hesitated before answering,
not sure if she should lie.  She told the truth.
      "Yes."  The short man examined the girl for a few more
moments before asking her, "What's your name?"
      "It's...Keri.  Who are you?"  The Indian man quickly answered
back.
      "I'll ask the questions."  He turned to her captor.  "I
guess she'll do.  Will you give her the sedative?"
      "How long do you want her out?"  The man asked, as he
opened the cabinet.
      "About 4 hours."  The man nodded, and loaded a syringe.
      The girl lied on the bed, and was administered the sedative
through the I.V..  The Indian man spoke to her captor, watching
the girl fall unconscious, "I left the money on your kitchen
table." The short man unstrapped the girl and carried her out of
the room.  "Take care." The man nodded.  A month later, the girl
was sold to a wealthy Turkish business man.
      Satisfied with this sale, the man was in no hurry to find
his next victim.  Three weeks later he decided it was time.  It
was a Saturday, and he woke early to check his usual spots.  He
would start the day with a jog through the park.
      He had always been a jogger, and had never thought about
hunting while running.  That all changed on a cool fall Thursday
morning 7 years prior.  The man was on his fifth and final mile
of his morning jog when he spotted her about 150 yards ahead.
She was young; he guessed 11 or 12 years old.  Over her small
shoulders, she carried a large, overstuffed backpack.  Her tiny
frame, juxtaposed with her hulking bag made her seem even more
vulnerable to the leering man.  They were both heading in the
same direction, so he slowed his pace to think.  His car was not
far off.  "Could I?" He thought as he closed in on the little
girl.  He made up his mind and picked up his pace.  "Good
morning, young lady." he said in his most gentlemanly voice as
he passed her by.
      "Good morning." She replied with a meek smile.  The man
jogged on.  About 25 yards past the girl, he pretended to twist
his ankle.  The man hobbled over to a tree and leaned against
it, moaning deceitfully.  The young girl approached with a
concerned look.
      "Are you okay?" She asked as she stopped near the man.
      "I'm fine, I just..." The man winced from a fictitious
sharp pain as he placed his foot down, "I just twisted my
ankle." The girl stood looking at him for a few moments.  "Could
you do me a favor?" He frowned at the girl, seemingly in great
pain.  "My car's right over there." He gestured toward his car.
"Could you help me?" The girl thought for a few moments.  Lucky
for the man, he did not look like the popular stereotype of a
child predator.  He was handsome, always well groomed, drove a
luxury sedan, was well spoken and could be quite charming.  He
could tell the young girl was apprehensive, but his heart
started pounding when she started walking toward him.  "Dumb
cunt." He thought.  He placed his hand on her shoulder, and they
started walking toward his car.  He could feel the strap of her
bra through her wind breaker and t-shirt.  He assumed it was a
training bra, because the girl's breasts were barely bee stings.
"Why are you out so early?" The man asked.
      "I have swim practice before school." She answered quietly.
"This is a shortcut." They slowly approached the car, and the
man prepared to make his move.  He discreetly prepared his sweat
towel to use as a gag.  He made one final, quick glance around
and popped his trunk.  Before the girl could react, she had the
sweaty towel tightly over her mouth and was being shoved into
the trunk.  The man jumped into his car, and headed home.  He
drove with the kind of care and attention that only someone with
something to hide does.  He made $17,000 by selling that girl to
a child pornographer.
      He had no such luck this morning.  It was too crowded, too
many nosy parents to spoil his fun.  So he just jogged, thinking
about the hunt of that day 7 years ago.  He remembered the way
her panties smelt of piss when he ripped them off.  He
remembered how she repeatedly begged for her mommy as he
violently raped her tight asshole.  The man forced the thought
from his mind as he started to get aroused.  After he jogged, he
returned home to shower and plan the rest of his day.  He
decided to go for a drive.
      He spent some time going over maps of different
neighborhoods.  He was always researching, looking for perfect
places to hunt, so he already had several possible candidates.
He finally settled on one.  It was an hour drive from his house,
but it fit all his requirements.  The houses weren't too densely
backed together and it was a wooded area, so he would have
privacy.  A new elementary school had been built recently, so he
knew there must be plenty of children.  Finally, there was no
police station close enough to respond quickly, it he needed to
flee.  He ate a quick lunch, grabbed a rag and chloroform and
headed out.
      The man drove up and down the streets, careful to keep a
discreet speed.  He saw many young girls, but none really fit
his type.  He was on his second hour when he discovered a
suitable girl.  She was thin.  Some might say "lanky".  She had
shoulder length brown hair that was tied into a ponytail.  The
pubescent girl had a pair of stylish, thick framed black
glasses.  She wore a tight horizontally striped baby-doll t-
shirt, and short khaki shorts.  The man drove past her, and
parked his car a few hundred feet up the road.  He stopped here
because a large hedge would block all peering eyes.  He quickly
soaked a rag in chloroform, and put it in his back pocket.  He
stepped out of his car, and grabbed a cane.  He limped severely
around to the front of the car and unfolded a map on the hood.
When the girl got closer, the man nudged the cane so it fell to
the ground.
      "Oh, darn it." He said, loud enough for the girl to hear,
while pretending not to notice her.  He stumbled, and, with
embellished difficulty, reached for the cane.  The girl looked,
but didn't offer assistance.  "Whoa." The man waved his arms and
took a dive.  The girl ran over to him.
      "Are you...are you okay?" She offered her hand to the man.
He took it and lifted himself up.
      "Thank you, young lady." He smiled at her, and wiped the
dirt off of his knees.  The girl turned to walk away.  "Excuse
me.  Do you know where Oakwood Street is?" The girl turned back
toward the man and thought.
      "It doesn't sound familiar.  No.  I don't think so."
      "Oh," The man replied.  "My son just bought his first
house.  I'm trying to find it." His next lines were the result
of much research.  "He teaches at the middle school up the road.
What's the name of it? Mull...  something, Mull...hollow?"
      "Mulholland." The girl corrected him.
      "Right, that's it.  Do you go there?" She said she did.
"Maybe you know him? He teaches math, Mr.  Curtis?" The man had
researched the local middle school's website, and found the
teacher the young girls would most likely have a crush on.  The
girl smiled shyly.
      "Yeah, I know him." The man turned toward the map, and the
girl approached.
      "What's your name?"
      "I'm Hailey."  The man nodded and placed his hands on the
hood of the car.
      "He said it was by some park, but I can't find it on the
map." Little Hailey leaned over the map and examined it.
       "Which park did he..." The girl was unconscious in
seconds, and being shoved into the man's trunk.  The man calmly
and coolly drove home.  He parked his car in the garage, and
closed the door behind him.  He could hear the girl weeping as
he approached the trunk.  She stopped crying when she heard to
popping sound of the trunk being remotely opened.  The man
opened the trunk and saw the terror on her face.
      The man punched the girl in the stomach, knocking the air
out of her.  As she gasped for air, he forced her out of the
trunk by her hair.  He dragged her, stumbling, into the house
toward the bathroom.  This was the first stop for all his
victims.  This girl would be no exception.  He shoved her
against the sliding shower door, opposite the bathroom door.  He
closed the door behind him.  The girl wept between coughs and
wheezes.
      "Take your clothes off." He spoke with a commanding calm.
The girl continued her labored breathing, not acknowledging the
man.  He shouted.  "Take your fucking clothes off!" She jumped,
startled.  She continued to weep.
      "What do you want?!" She backed up against the shower door
and slid slowly to a crouch.  The man approached and quickly
grabbed her by the throat.  He lifted her, kicking and choking,
so she was eye to eye with him.  He shouted in her face, spittle
landing in her gaping mouth.
      "I want you to take your fucking clothes off! Do you
understand me?!" She struggled to nod a "yes", and when she did,
the man threw her to the floor.  "Stupid cunt." He turned and
sat on the bathroom counter.  The girl slowly picked herself off
the floor, and rubbed her neck.  She turned toward the man.
"Well?" She looked at the floor, and slid her flat mary jane
shoes off.  She lifted her shirt over her head, and dropped it
on the floor.  Like most girls her age, she wore a training bra.
A completely superfluous item, as girls her age had little, if
anything, to support.  It was gray with a pink trim.  There was
a cartoon character that the man didn't recognize.  The girl
shook visibly, and begged the man.
      "Please...please...please."  She scrunched her face and frowned
as she pled.  "Please don't kill me."  He answered calmly.
      "Do as I ask and I won't have to."  The man kicked his own
shoes off.  "Take off your shorts." The girl's hands her barely
steady enough to undo the button.  When she finally got it, she
pulled her shorts down to reveal a pair of panties that matched
her bra.  They were pink with a gray trim, and featured the same
cartoon character.  The girl crossed her hands in front of her
crotch, and sheepishly looked down.  "Those too honey."  He
pointed at her bra and panties.  "Take those off."  She slipped
the bra off first.  Her breasts were beautifully pert.  They
were little more than walnuts.  She tossed the bra down and
looked at the man, hoping for a reprieve.  He just raised his
eyebrows to signal she wouldn't get one.  She slid her thumbs
under the elastic waist, and pulled her panties down.  She
kicked them off her feet, and stood with her hands in front of
her crotch.  "Move your fucking hands."  The man said, losing
patience.  The girl put her hands flat against her legs, and
cried.  The man stared at her exposed pussy.  She was nearly
hairless, sporting only a few wispy pubic hairs.  "How old are
you?"  The girl spoke quietly.
      "I'm eleven."  Like girls her age, she had no visible labia
minora, just beautiful, meaty lips.  He started removing his
socks.
      "Come here."  The man ordered the girl.  "And bring your
panties."  She bent at the waist, and collected her discarded
underwear.  She cautiously walked up to the man, who was still
sitting on the counter.  He opened his hand to receive the dirty
garment.  She handed them to him.  He looked at them, and felt
their warmth in his fingers.  "When did you put these on?"  She
was not looking at him.
      "Um...last night."  The man held the crotch of the panties to
his nose, and took a deep sniff.  The scent was incredible.
There was a hint of stale piss, sweat & the sourness of a woman.
      "Did you touch yourself last night?"  He turned the panties
over and sniffed the ass.  "You know, between the legs."  He
looked at her.  She was staring at the ground.  "Don't lie.  I
can smell it."  He waited for her response.  "So, did you?  Did
you touch yourself?"
      "Y...Y...Yes."  With his left hand, he grabbed the crying girl
behind the neck, and shoved the dirty panties into her face.
      "Do you like the way they smell?"  The girl futilely tried
to avoid her soiled panties.  "Smell them!"  The girl grunted.
The man laughed and shoved harder.  "You smell like a whore!
Smell your fucking cunt, you stupid whore!"  He continued to rub
the panties on her face.  She stopped struggling and began
sniffing them.  "That's right.  What did you think about while
you touched yourself?  What got your cute little cunt wet?"  He
lowered the panties from the girl's nose, and shoved her away
forcefully.  "Get in the shower."  The man hopped to his feet
and undid his belt.  The girl turned, and walked slowly toward
the shower door.  She slid the door open, entered and turned
toward the man.  He was now standing and removing his pants.
"Get on your knees.  I need to piss."  The girl lowered herself
to her knees and the man removed his boxers.  The girl's eyes
widened as she stared at his erect penis, the head of which was
moistened with pre-cum.  His cock was an unremarkable 6 and a
half inches long, but to the shivering and vulnerable little
girl, it might as well have been 12.  He entered the shower with
the girl.  She stared at the tiled floor.  "Look at me!"  His
voice boomed and echoed in the closed shower.  The girl's eyes
darted to his.  They were red and swollen, and dripping with
tears.  "Open your mouth."  The man hadn't pissed in several
hours.  "Keep your fucking mouth open."  He aimed his dick at
the girl's gaping mouth and started to piss.  Hailey's mouth
quickly filled with the hot liquid and she spit it out.  The man
slapped her hard across the face.  "Don't spit it out!"  She
cried more intensely and lowered her head.  The man continued
urinating, soaking her hair.  "Open your fucking mouth!" He
shouted.  She looked back up and opened her mouth.  Her mouth
quickly filled again and she closed her lips.  "Swallow it!"
The girl closed her eyes and gulped the foul smelling liquid.
She bent over and braced her hands against her thighs.  She
gagged and coughed, while saliva dripped to the tile.  The man
laughed.  "Don't throw up now.  Or do you want to drink that
too?" He leaned over the girl and smacked her, with all his
strength, on her pale ass.  The girl screamed and fell on her
stomach.  The man stepped out of the shower and turned the water
on as cold as it could get.  The girl gasped for air as the icy
water hit her on the back.
      "Please!"  She cried, getting to her feet.  "Please, let me
go!"  The man ignored her pleas.
      "Clean your hair.  You fucking reek of piss."  She stepped
under the stream for a few painful seconds.  The man switched
the water off.  He grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it
to the soaked and shivering little girl.  "Here.  Dry yourself."
She ran the towel over her body, while trying to cover herself.
"Now you're modest?"  He rolled his eyes.  "You just drank my
fucking piss."  The man laughed.
      "You mmmmade mmmmmme."  Hailey answered, teeth chattering.
"It was ggggggrossss."
      "That's bullshit, and you know it.  You're enjoying this."
He approached the girl, who was still drying herself.  He now
spoke in an intense whisper, "Sluts always do."  He ripped the
towel from her.  She instantly tried to cover herself.  "Come
on, Hailey."  She flinched when he spoke her name.  "The cat's
out of the bag.  You're a slut."  The girl just shook her head.
"So an 11 year old girl that strips for a strange man isn't a
slut?  A little girl that, just because she's asked, will drink
a grown man's piss, straight from his dick, isn't a slut?"
      "You made me do it."  She said defiantly.
      "Don't fucking lie to me, cunt!  You'll be fucking sorry!"
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the bathroom.
They entered his "guest room".  This was an austere room, with
only a twin sized bed and a small closet in the corner.  The man
pushed the girl down on the bed.  She buried her face into the
white pillow and cried.  She didn't notice the blood stains.
The bed frame had 4 adjustable straps for securing feet and
hands.  The straps were currently set to accommodate a girl
significantly smaller than Hailey, so he quickly adjusted them.
She started kicking as he strapped her in.  "Don't move!"  She
continued to struggle, but he managed to get her secure.  The
man went to the closet and got a wooden dowel.  It was about 3
feet long, and the thickness of a pencil.  The girl still had
her face buried in a pillow, so she never saw the first swing
coming.  With about half the force he could muster, the man
stuck the young girl across her ass.  She let out a nightmarish
scream.  The man watched her pale ass intently as the welt
formed.  It started as a pale pink stripe, but quickly
intensified to a dark red.  With the same intensity, he took
another swing at the girl.  Again, he watched the welt form.
This one intersected the other welt, forming an "X" on her right
ass cheek.  The helpless girl continued to scream into the
pillow.  He continued caning the little girl over the next half
hour.  The girl pissed herself after the 25th blow, which only
caused the man to swing more intensely.  He lost count after 50
swats and only stopped after his arm got tired.  He sat on the
bed next to the quivering girl, and rested his hand on her red,
battered ass.  He rested for a few minutes while listening to
the girl weep and mumble into the pillow.  The man once again
turned his attention to the little girl's ass.  He knelt on the
bed next to her and softly kissed her contused ass cheeks.  He
took a cheek into each hand, and slowly spread them, revealing
her pristine, pink asshole.  He slowly traced the outer rim of
her anus with his tongue, savoring the tastes and smells.  He
tongue raped her ass, before starting to work with his finger.
      "Do you ever put anything in your asshole?"  He licked his
finger, and moistened the girl's hole.  The girl answered
quietly.
      "No."  The man shoved his middle finger, up to the second
knuckle, into the girl's asshole.  "Ow! Ow! Ow!"  The girl
cried, gritting her teeth.  "Please stop!"  The man worked at
stretching the girl's anus, by slowly increasing the speed of
the penetration.  After a few minutes, he stopped and removed
his finger.  There was a residue of shit on his finger, and
under his fingernail.
      "Dirty fucking cunt!"  The man laughed and got on the
girl's back.  He put his knees on either side of her ass and
leaned to whisper in her ear.  "Your ass tastes good, Hailey.
Real fucking good."  He reached around her and smeared his
shitty fingers on her lips.  She closed her mouth tightly, and
shook her head to avoid the foul finger.  She struggled for a
few minutes while the man laughed.  The man finally stopped and
wiped his finger clean in her hair.  The girl was relieved at
this, but when she felt the man's cock against her asshole, she
quickly filled with dread.
      "No.  No.  No!"  The man started his penetration.  With his
dripping pre-cum as the only lube, he forced the head of his
cock past the child's unwelcoming sphincter.  The man spoke.
      "The tightness and warmth of a little girl's virgin asshole
is something any man could appreciate.  It's a shame few get the
opportunity."  After a few forceful thrusts, all of which were
met with equally forceful screams, the man buried his entire
cock in the girl's rectum.  Again, he leaned over to her ear.
He couldn't whisper this time.  The girl's screams were too
loud.  "You fucking slut!"  He shouted in her ear.  "You piece
of shit cunt!  You don't think you're a whore!  Worthless slut!"
The man slowly started pounding the child's asshole, with a
callous disregard to any damage he might be causing.  All the
man thought about was the pain of the little girl below him, and
the euphoric tightness around his cock.  A few minutes into the
violent rape, he felt lubricating warmth around his cock.  He
immediately recognized it as blood.  He continued ravaging her
anus for several minutes.  The evidence of her external abuse on
her welted ass, and evidence of her internal abuse around his
blood lubed cock, brought the man close to orgasm.  With a few
more thrusts he started to cum.  He groaned as spurt after spurt
of sticky cum filled the crying little girl's bowels.  The man
quivered as his orgasm ceased, and fell to the bed beside the
girl.  He breathed heavily for a few moments before speaking to
the girl.  "Well."  He took a deep breath.  "Wasn't that fun?"
The girl said nothing.  The man sat up, and watched blood and
cum ooze from the young girl's asshole.  He then got up and left
the room.  He returned a few moments later with a sedative
filled syringe.  He injected the girl.  After she passed out, he
undid the straps around her wrists and ankles and carried her to
the bathroom.  He washed her in the shower.  He dried her and
carried her to another room.  It was a bare room with a concrete
floor and a drain in the center of the room.  He placed her on
the mat and went to the kitchen.  He filled an empty milk carton
with water, made a quick peanut butter sandwich, and returned to
the girl.  He placed the sandwich and jug of water at the girl's
feet, and left the room.  He locked the door behind him and
flipped a switch by the door.  The room was lit up by 4 blinding
flood lights.  The man showered and went to bed.
      He awoke the next morning shortly after 7am.  He went to
the girl's cell and looked through the glass window.  The girl
was in the far corner of the room, in the fetal position.  He
switched off the flood lights.  All that remained for light was
a dull, 40 watt bulb dangling from the ceiling.  The girl sat up
quickly, cringing, as her battered ass touched the ground.  She
stood up and backed into the corner.
      "Why are you doing this?"  The man didn't respond, he just
walked up to the terrified girl and grabbed her by the hair.
The girl screamed something unintelligibly as the man forced her
to the ground near the drain.  The girl cried into her hands as
the man stood over and pulled his boxers down.  He aimed his
penis at the back of the little girl's head, and started to
empty his painfully full bladder.  She tried avoiding the piss,
but the man fiercely kicked her in the stomach.  The girl tried
to scream, but found herself unable to breathe.
      "Don't move!"  The man kicked her again, causing piss to
spray aimlessly around the room.  "Stupid fucking cunt!"  Again,
he aimed his thick piss stream at the gasping girl.   After
several seconds his bladder emptied.   "There's nothing like the
first piss of the morning."  The man left the room, locking the
disheveled girl in.  He switched on the floodlights, and went to
take a shower.  After the shower, he decided what he was going
to do with the girl.  His first thought was to contact a man he
knew only as Mr. Leopold.  This particular buyer favored girls
between ages 9 and 13.  To contact Mr. Leopold, the man would
email him an encrypted .zip file.  The .zip file was to contain
photos of the girl, and an asking price.  After deciding on
$23,000 for the girl, he grabbed his camera and headed to the
girls cell.  He flipped of the flood lights and opened the door.
She was huddled in the same spot as she had been in the morning.
      "Get up."  He said in a calm, almost gentlemanly, tone.
She stood up slowly.  "Come here."  She walked toward the man,
and stopped about 5 feet from him.  She stared at the floor,
sniffling.  "I need to take pictures of you.  Look up."  The
girl lifted her head, showing the man her bloodshot eyes.  The
man snapped several pictures of the front of girl, including a
close-up of her hairless slit.  "Turn to the side."  He took her
picture in profile.  "Turn around."  The girl turned and the man
took pictures of the girl's striped ass.  "Now bend over."  The
girl bent slightly.  "Fucking bend over!"  He pushed down on the
girls shoulder.  He kicked her legs apart.  "And spread your
legs.  Goddamn, you're a dumb cunt!"  The girl started sobbing
at the abuse.  "Now spread your ass."  The girl reached back and
spread her ass apart.  The man look a picture of the girl's
damaged anus and, still virginal, cunt.  When he was done, he
left the room without saying a word.  The girl clenched her eyes
as the flood lights were flipped on.  The man loaded the
pictures onto his computer and emailed Leopold.  The man left
the house to tend to a few errands. When he returned, he saw
that he had revived a reply.  Leopold had agreed to the price,
and he would be picking up the girl in 72 hours.  The man
decided to make even more money off of the girl, before he had
to give her up.  He wouldn't return to the terrified girl until
the next night.
      When she heard the door open, the girl jumped up.  She saw
the man standing near the door, with what looked like a syringe
in his hand.  "What are you doing?"  She asked, shivering.
      "Come here."  The girl instinctively backed away, but
stopped herself.  "That's a good girl.  Now come here."  The
girl slowly started walking toward the man.  When she reached
him he put his hand out and softly, almost sweetly, brushed
their hair out of her eyes.  "I need to give you this, give me
your arm."  The girl didn't resist.  The needle pierced the skin
and the man pushed the plunger.  The man caught the girl as she
fell unconscious.  She woke several hours later.  She was on her
back, and she felt a cold concrete floor beneath her.  She
opened her eyes, and noticed she had been dressed.  She was
wearing a black and white plaid skirt and a black sweater vest
over a long sleeve white blouse.
      "She's awake."  A voice said, followed by the sound of
several men cheering and clapping.  Her eyes adjusted and she
saw she was in a very large, unfurnished room.  The ceiling was
very high and had exposed pipes.  She turned her head and saw a
group of about 8 men.  They were all well dressed, and looking
at her.  She turned her head away.  She sat up, and then
stumbled to her feet.  She looked around the room.  She saw a
large door in the side of the room opposite the group of men.
Without thinking, she darted toward the door.  She reached the
door and pulled.  It didn't budge.  She heard the men laughing
at her.  She started screaming.  "Help!  Help me!"  The group of
men casually walked over to her, laughing harder as her screams
became more desperate.
      "Leaving already, honey?"  A deep voice said.  "The party
just started."  His laugh rose above the crowd.  The men stood,
watching the girl as she shook the door.  She turned and scanned
the rest of the room.  There was a large door, obviously
intended for trucks, on the opposite side of the room.  It was
padlocked.  There were no other doors or windows.  She was
trapped.
      "You're not going anywhere you sexy little slut."  Another
voice came from the crowd.  "Me and my friends paid a lot of
money to party with you."  The girl leaned her back against the
cold steal door, and slid down.  She pulled her knees into her
chest and wept.  The crowd of men laughed again, and mocked the
girl.
      "Awwwww, do you want your mommy, little girl?"  A large man
said in a sarcastic tone.  "Here," he pulled out a cellphone,
"let me call her for you.  You're gonna need help eating all our
cum."
      "Call her dad too!"  Another voice spoke above the crowd.
"He'd probably enjoy seeing his little cunt daughter sucking on
Trane's tree trunk."  The men laughed again and looked at a very
tall, muscular man standing against the wall.  "How long's it
been Trane?  How long since you drained those balls of yours?"
The large man stared stoically at the girl.
      "Six days."  The crowd moaned.
      "Damn, you got your work cut out for you girlie."  The girl
didn't lift her head from her knees.
      "Get on your fucking feet!"  She recognized the voice as
that of her abductor.  She didn't move.  "I said," the man
grabbed her hair forcefully, and yanked her up, "get on your
fucking feet!"  The child screamed at the pain.
      "Stop."  She opened her eyes and kicked the man in the
shin.
      "Fuck!"  He cried, and shoved the girl against the door.
Her head hit hard causing her vision to blur.  The man grabbed
her around the neck and choked her.  "Fucking cunt!"  He shouted
in her face, spittle landing on her cheeks.  She couldn't
breathe.  "Someone get me the cuffs!"  The man squeezed her
small neck harder.  Her vision went black.
      When she came to, the man was locking handcuffs around her
ankles.  She tried to swing at the man, but her hands were
cuffed behind her back.  The man reached behind the girl,
grabbed the chain of the cuffs, and pulled her to her feet.  She
screamed as her shoulders were painfully twisted.  She was
dragged to the center of the room, where the man forced her to
her knees.
      "I didn't want to have to do this," the man inserted a
dental retractor into her mouth, "but you've shown that you
can't be trusted not to bite."  He adjusted the retractor to the
point where the girl was sure her jaw was about to snap.  The
girl whimpered in agonizing pain.  "Do you want me to stop?  Do
you want me to take it out?"  The girl screamed and nodded.  "I
will, but you have to promise me something.  Will you do that?
Will you promise me?"  The girl nodded.  "You have to promise
not to bite anyone.  If you do, I keep turning this until your
fucking jaw snaps.  Do you understand?  Do you promise?"  The
girl nodded eagerly.  "Okay."  The man loosened the retractor
and removed it from her mouth.
      He then addressed the men, who now formed a circle around
the girl.  "The usual rules apply tonight.  There will be no
closed fist hits, and nothing in the cunt.  You will each get 10
minutes with the girl.  You can spit and piss on her, and fuck
her in her ass.  Do not cum during your turn.  After everyone
gets 10 minutes, we will go again, so you can all cum.  Also,
please, no shitting.  That tends to... ruin the mood."  The men
laughed and looked at a small spectacled man.
      "Yeah, brownie."  A few men said.  The small man rolled his
eyes.  The girl's abductor continued his speech.  "This girl has
already been sold.  If you're willing to pay $28,000 however,
she can be yours."  The man looked at the girl.  She looked
defeated.  "Anyway, that's all I have to say.  Now you can get
started."  The man maneuvered through the crowd, walked to a
table near the door.  He reached into a bucket and pulled out a
piece of folded paper.  He read it.  "Spud, you're up first.
You have 10 minutes."  The man glanced at his watch.  A bald man
of about 50 years stepped forward, toward the girl.
      "Hi, baby."  He said and undid his belt.  He pulled his
pants and boxers off and set them on the floor.  He was already
erect.  "I get a fresh one tonight."  He circled to the back of
the girl.  "Stand up."  He pulled the girl to her feet.  "Let's
get a good look at you."  He lifted the girl's skirt, and
started squeezing her panty covered ass.  "Does your daddy spank
you, little girl?"
      "N...n...no."  She answered, quietly.
      "Your daddy must be queer then.  If you were my daughter, I
wouldn't be able to keep my hands off your ass."  He slapped the
girl's ass firmly.  He reached under her skirt and rubbed her
pussy through her panties.  "Piss."
      "Wh...wh...what?"  The man shouted in her ear.
      "I said piss, you dumb cunt!"  Hailey started crying again.
"Piss, god damn it!"  She forced herself to piss.  "That's
right," the man said as the warm liquid flowed through his
fingers, "piss your cute little panties."  After the last drop
dripped from the girl's cunt, spud walked around to the front of
her.  Her head was hanging.  "Look at me!"  The girl looked up.
The bald man slapped her across the face with his piss soaked
hand.  The crack echoed through the warehouse.  The man slapped
her again.  He reached down and pulled down her panties.  "Hand
me a knife."  The man said to no one in specific.  An overweight
man pulled a pocket knife out of his back pocket and handed it
to Spud.  He cut her panties off.  He closed the knife and
tossed it back to the man.  "Put your head back baby.  Open your
mouth."  Hailey tilted her head back, and opened her mouth.
Spud rung out her piss soaked panties into her mouth.  She
grimaced and gagged.  He then shoved the soiled panties into the
girl's mouth.  "Don't spit those out."   He forced the girl to
her knees, and aimed his cock at her head.  After a few seconds,
a stream of piss pelted the top of Hailey's head.  She closed
her eyes, and was baptized by the unholy liquid.
      "You have two minutes."  A voice called.
      "That's it?  Dammit."  The man pulled the girls panties
from her mouth.  He smeared his cock with the piss soaked
underwear, and grabbed the girls head.  "Open up baby."  Hailey
opened her mouth, and the man started fucking her mouth.  She
gagged and coughed as the man's cock hit the back of her throat.
He continued thrusting for a few moments before he pulled out.
When he did, the girl coughed and spit on the floor.  Spud spit
on her.
      "Time's up Spud," the voice called.  Spud walked away,
stroking his cock.  The rest of the men were already naked from
the waist down.  "Night, you're up."  A black man of about 30
stepped forward.
      "My, my, my, ain't nothin' better than a scared little
white girl."  He walked up to the girl.  "How old are you,
bitch?"
      "11." She answered shakily.
      "Put your face on the floor and let me see that tight
little ass."  Hailey followed the order, and lowered her face to
the ground.  Her cheek rested in a rank puddle of piss.  He
knelt behind her.  He stuck his cold hand out and rubbed her
ass, feeling the raised welts.  "You been bad, uh you little
slut?  Had to get a whippin'?"  He ran his fingers over her
virgin pussy, which was still wet with piss.  The other men
watched closely to ensure no rules were broken.  "Does this make
your little cunt feel good little girl?"  He rubbed his middle
and index fingers against her tender asshole.  "How does this
feel?"  The girl pulled away slightly.  He violently penetrated
her with his fingers.  The girl squealed.
      "OW!  Please..."  The man ignored her plea.  He twisted his
fingers around inside of the girl.  "This feel good, little
girl?  You like my fingers up your little asshole?"  The man
continued fingering her asshole, while she whimpered out of fear
and embarrassment.
      "You have two minutes Night!"  The man pulled his fingers
out of the girl and positioned himself behind her.  He pressed
his swollen cock against the girl's asshole.  He forced it in
with one thrust.   His cock was larger than the one that had
violently raped her two nights before.  The pain was nauseating.
The man shoved his fingers into the girl's mouth.
      "Taste your asshole, bitch!"  The pain, coupled with the
stench and taste of the man's fingers caused her to gag.  The
only reason she didn't vomit was that she hadn't eaten in nearly
two days.  Night continued violently sodomizing the child.
      "Time's up."  He pulled out, and stared into her gaping
anus as it closed back up.  He stood up, and looked at the
girl's face, which was wrenched in pain.  "I'm going to love
coming on that pretty little face of yours."
      Over the next hour, the six remaining men took turns with
the girl.  Each man felt the need to outdo the preceding rapist.
When one man spanked the girl, the next one whipped her.  When
one man pinched her nipples, the next man bit them.  Her back
was bleeding, cut in several places by a studded leather belt.
She had been forced to deepthroat several men, which lead to the
pool of saliva and stomach acid on the floor.  Her asshole was
stretched and torn, with blood slowly dripping out.  She had
experienced more pain over that one hour than she had her entire
life.  She prayed for death, and the worst was yet to come.
While this girl was being raped and abused to the point of
nearly losing consciousness, one large man stood in back of the
crowd.  He never removed his eyes from the girl.  He stood with
his large arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for his
turn.  His cock stood erect at just over 10 inches, and had the
diameter of a soda can.  He always went last.  His name was
Trane.  He was 6'8" and had a muscular, athletic build.  "You're
up Trane."  The crowd of men cackled.  Hailey was lying face
down on the cold concrete floor.   Trane walked up to the girl
and nudged her with his shoe.
      "Get up girl."  She didn't move.  He nudged her again.  She
still didn't move.  He took a capsule of smelling salt out of
his breast pocket.  He snapped it open and held it to the girls
nose.  Her eyes snapped open and she struggled to pull away from
the capsule.  Trane reached down and pulled the girl to her
knees.  "I said get up."  Hailey coughed as she was pulled to
her knees.  Trane gripped the base of his cock, and rubbed the
head on the girl's face.  His pre-cum smeared the girls cheeks
and glistened in the light.  "You like that, little girl?  You
like my cock on your pretty little face?"  Trane lifted his cock
from her face.  "Lick my balls, girl."  The child stuck out her
tongue, and timidly licked the man's massive testicles.  Trane
rested his cock across the girls face.  She closed her eyes.
"Look at me."  Hailey opened her left eye, which was red with
tears, and looked at the hulking man.  "Keep licking my balls
little girl."  Hailey continued as Trane stared into her eye.
After a minute, he stepped away from the girl, her saliva
dripping to the floor.  He walked around to the back of her.  He
violently forced her face to the floor with his booted foot.
She screamed as her forehead slammed against the concrete.
Trane reached between the girls legs and viciously rubbed the
girl's cunt and asshole.  Trane wet his hand with the blood that
had been slowly flowing out of the girl's tattered asshole.  He
stroked his cock for a few moments and knelt behind the girl.
He lined his cock up against the girl's anus, and thrust inside
of her.  Trane's 10 inch cock tore through the girls bowels.
She screamed for a moment, and then passed out.  Trane continued
raping the child's motionless body.  After a few minutes he
started grunting.  In exchange for always going last, Trane was
always the first man allowed to cum.  His raping became more
violent as he started cumming.  He shot load after load into the
child's bleeding asshole.  "FUCK!"  He yelled as his final
orgasmic spasm passed.  He hunched over the girl and smacked the
back of her head.  "Get up, cunt!"  He yelled, as he continued
smacking the child's bruised body.  He finally caught his
breath.  He stood up and took another capsule of smelling salt
out of his shirt pocket.  The man snapped it open and held it to
the unconscious girl's nose.  Cum bubbled and flowed out of her
asshole, pooling on the cold floor.  The foul liquid was a
pinkish brown, frothy mixture of blood, cum and shit.  The girl
was much slower to wake up this time.  When she did, it was
obvious she forgot where she was.  Her eyes widened, then
quickly clinched closed.  She cried as her mind was reminded of
all her bodily trauma.  She tried screaming.
      "Stop!"  All that came out was a hoarse whisper. Trane
smeared the bottom of his shoe in the repulsive puddle.  He
violently rubbed his boot on the girl's face.
      "Stupid whore," Trane said, "you are NOT to tell a man what
to do."  Hailey didn't resist the man.  She licked the bloody
semen from the bottom of the man's shoe.  After a few moments
Trane stepped away.  The rest of the men were standing around
stroking their cocks to stay hard.  "Have at her."  The men
approached the girl, eager for release.  None of them would use
her asshole.  Not because it still dripped with Trane's copious
ejaculate, rather, it had been rendered useless by his massive
cock.  It would take days for her sphincter to tighten again.
Her mouth was their only option.  A fat man walk behind the girl
and pulled her to her feet.  The fat man grabbed Hailey's chin
and forced her mouth open.  The bald man buried his cock, to the
hilt, down her throat.  Her eyes bulged as her young mouth was
furiously raped.  Without pause or warming, he ejaculated in her
mouth.  The girl coughed, and tried to force her head away, but
the fat man resisted her attempt.  He held his cock down her
throat as his orgasm passed.  When he finally pulled out, Hailey
momentarily gasped before another cock went down her throat.
This continued until the fat man was the only one left.  Some of
the men had cum straight down her throat, forcing cum into her
stomach, lungs and out her nose.  Other men preferred cumming
over her weeping face.  This is what the fat man would do.  With
his right hand he firmly grabbed her hair, and quickly stroked
his short cock.
      "Dirty whore!"  He yelled and stroked faster and harder as
the girl coughed and gasped.  "You love this, don't you?!"  The
girl just kept her eyes clinched tight.  He stopped jerking off
and slapped her.  "Answer me!"  He slapped her again.  "Say you
love it!"  He slapped her even harder.  "Call me daddy!"  He
slapped her harder still.
      "I...love it...daddy."  The man continued masturbating,
spitting in his hand for lubrication.  When he started cumming,
his right hand grabbed the child's hair even more tightly.
Hailey winced as her face was splattered with the man's seed.
He squeezed his cock and let the last few drops land on the
girl's nose.  The fat man pushed her to the ground.  Her head
smacked the concrete, and for the third time that evening, she
was unconscious.
      She awoke later in the trunk of a car.  She could feel a
plastic sheet under her, and was overwhelmed with the smell of
semen.  It covered her face, and coated her mouth.  She tried to
spit, but could generate no saliva. She then realized her feet
were no longer bound.  She thought about kicking, but knew it
would do no good.  After a few moments the car came to a stop,
and Hailey heard the sound of a garage door opening.  The car
moved forward again, and stopped.  The garage door closed.
Hailey heard the engine stop and the door open.  The door
slammed again, and she heard footsteps approaching the trunk.
The trunk door unlocked, and she closed her eyes.  It swung
open.
      "Wake up!"  Hailey opened her eyes.  "Get out!"  He grabbed
the chain of the handcuffs and pulled her out.  She landed hard
on the garage floor.  "Go take a shower.  And don't get any cum
on my fucking carpet either!"  The girl struggled to get up.
"Jesus Christ."  He pulled her to her feet.  He opened to door
to the house, and Hailey staggered to the bathroom.  She hurt
everywhere.  In the bathroom, Hailey walked into the shower, and
leaned her back and head against the wall.  The man turned on
the water and aimed the nozzle at her.  She was expecting cold
water, but was relieved when hot water hit her.  She let the
soothing water flow over her.  She turned around to let the
water hit her back.  She noticed blood, streaked against the
wall where she had been leaning.  The water stung as it hit her
wounded back.  She looked down and watched bloody water swirl
down the drain.
      She rinsed her hair and face before the man turned off the
water.  "Come on."  Hailey followed the man, down the hall, back
to her room.  He opened the door, removed her handcuffs, and
shoved her into the room.  The door slammed behind her, and the
flood lights were turned on.  The girl laid down in the far
corner, hugging her knees.


To be continued...

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