Perverts 'R' Us

Little Booby Marine

By Loki925 ( M/g, rape, nc )

This story, well it may be fictitious, it may not be, who knows what reality is.

It was Monday and Cindy Davis with a heavy heart was slowly trudging her way home from the local ball field. It was late and it was starting to get dark. Cindy knew she would get home late for dinner, but she knew her dad would forgive her.

Cindy was ten years old, 4' 4" tall and weighted 72 lbs. She had short light brown hair and was wearing a pear of blue jeans with a green T-shirt with the Marine Corps symbol. Cindy was a tomboy through and through, except for her pink cotton panties, her favorite things to do were anything a boy could do. She was the best hitter and strikeout ace on her Little League team. She was the middle linebacker on the football team. She could rollerblade, skateboard, and just about anything a boy her age could do, Cindy did better.

Cindy was a fighter and would never quit. If you knocked her down she would get back up and fight twice as hard, but just the other day, Cindy was dealt the most crushing defeat of her life. It happened when she was taking her evening shower. As she rubbed soap on her chest she found two very tiny puffy nipples. It shocked Cindy so much she almost ripped the shower curtain getting out of the shower. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking into it, and it looked back at her very tiny puffy nipples. Cindy was devastated. She was turning into a girl.

She wanted to cry, but crying was for babies. She turned the shower off. Then she toweled dried and put on her Marine Corps pajamas. She left the bathroom and moped into her bedroom and sat on her Marine Corps bed cover.

Cindy's dad Mark walked into her bedroom and noticed his daughter's long, sad face. "What happened, Cin?" Mark asked, "did you lose the big game?"

"No dad. I am growing boobs."

"Oh. I see."

Mark had raised Cindy since she was two weeks old when her mom ran off, never to be heard from again. Mark was an ex-Marine and he was now the town sheriff. He had anticipated this day and had already told Cindy the facts of life.

He empathized with his daughter who adored him and tried to be just like him. Perhaps, he thought, if he had bought her a dress or two she would have been more ready for this day. But Mark knew he had done the best he could, raising his daughter.

Cindy never got into any big trouble, except for kicking some boy's butt. Mark sat beside his daughter and put his arm around her shoulder. "Cindy, if I could keep you at ten years old I would, but you can't stop time no more than you can stop yourself from growing boobs."

"I know, dad." Cindy said and hugged her dad.

"Cin, in one week school will be out for ten days. Why don't we go to the mountains and do some fishing?"

Cindy loved camping and fishing with her dad and although it did not solve her problem she jumped at the chance and said, "Alright, dad."

With the idea of boobs weighing on her mind Cindy failed to notice she was being followed.

The name on his driver's license read, "John Smith." But he had six other licenses all with different names. John was a little girl hunter and he had watched this baseball field for the last six months.

John was very careful and he had never been caught. He had nine little hearts tattooed on his chest and this little girl would be his tenth heart. He was close enough now to make the capture. He took the ether-soaked rag out of his pocket and dashed the last few feet.

He wrapped one arm around Cindy's slim waist, lifted her up and placed the rag to her nose and mouth. Cindy struggled but she was quickly overcome by the ether and she collapsed into John's arms.

John looked around and then took Cindy over his shoulder. He carried Cindy to his van, opened the side door and got in. He closed the door and flipped the switch for the overhead lamp. Quickly using duct tape he wrapped Cindy from her neck to her feet. When he was sure the girl could not move he placed a strip of tape across the small girl's mouth.

John flipped off the lamp and got behind the driver's seat, started the van and drove off.

In less than five minutes John was on the main road and heading for the Interstate. He took one last look at his prize and continued to drive, believing he had left no evidence he had ever been in the small town, but he had.

In the struggle Cindy, unseen by John, had managed to pull her dad's dog-tag off her neck and drop it. Her dad's dog-tag was her good luck charm and because it had rained the night before John's van had left tire marks and a small trail.

John knew exactly how long the ether would last and it would be just enough time to take the girl to his small house and down into his basement. It was where he had taken the nine other little girls.

John pulled the van into the garage and closed the door. He pulled Cindy out of the van and carried her into the house and down to the basement. He opened the door to an 8 by 9 foot padded room and he dumped Cindy's still unconscious body onto a hard wooden platform.

He left the room, locked the heavy steel door, changed his clothing and walked out the front door of the house. Everything had gone well. John had more than enough time to take a nap before he had to go to work at the mall, where he worked as the head of night security.

Cindy woke up to complete darkness. She tried to move but could not budge. At first she panicked but soon calmed down. She did what her dad had taught her to do if she ever got lost. She assessed her situation. She knew she must have been kidnapped and she had only herself to blame.

Again she remembered what her dad taught her, "Forget about how you got there, try and find a way out." What did she know? She knew that whoever had taken her it was not for money, it was because she was a girl. She tried hard to dismiss the horrid pictures that played in her mind.

Cindy did have some hope that she would be found. Her dad was a sheriff and ex-Marine re-con sergeant. While she could not pin all her hopes on that, she did have herself and what her dad had taught her about survival and how to fight.

The hunt for Cindy:

Mark Davis, his two deputies, and several dozen other town-folks were searching the ball field. Mark had already noticed the tire trail and he was taking pictures. He also had notified the State troopers and the FBI.

Mark knew if Cindy was not found quickly she would never be found. He also knew that no matter how long it took he would find the slime that had taken his daughter.

The next morning, at John's house:

John arrived home and took off his security guard's uniform. He went down into the basement and put on a black hood, a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He flipped the light switch to the cell, picked up his sharp hunting knife and opened the door.

Cindy's eyes adjusted to the sudden light and she saw a black-hooded man enter the small room.

John was surprised the girl did not scream. He said, "Move an inch bitch, and you're dead."

John cut the duct tape off of Cindy.

Cindy did not move. Instead her eyes looked all about the room.

"Bitch, stand up."

Cindy stood up and assessed her chances of overpowering the man. At this point it was zero. The man was about 5' 10" tall and he had a big gut. "Whatever happens," Cindy said to herself, "I am going to get out of this."

She had already decided to fight and never give up. No matter what he did to her she would fight. She was a Marine and surrender was not in her credo. She would bide her time and when the moment was right she would get this asshole's knife and cut his neck. She did not know if she could do that, but she had to make up her mind that it was his life or hers.

"Cooperate and I will be easy on you. Fight and it will go very hard for you. Do you understand?"

Cindy nodded her head, "Yes."

"Good."

The man backed out the door, closed it and locked the door. Cindy looked about the room. There was a small toilet and a sink. On the toilet was a roll of toilet paper. She looked around the room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were padded. She looked at the metal door and saw it had a small slot under the door.

She looked at the wooden platform she was sitting on. Just above the platform she saw two metal rings that looked like small hand cuffs. She needed to take a piss, and quickly pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. When she was done, with nothing more to see or do Cindy sat on the platform and waited for the man to return.

John removed his clothing, walked upstairs, went to his bedroom and went to sleep.

John woke up to the alarm that was set at 2:00p.m. He yawned, went into the bathroom and took a piss and a shower. He went into the kitchen and made three cheeseburgers and French fries.

He sat down and ate two of the burgers and some French fries. He placed the third burger and some French fries on a paper plate. He carried the paper plate down to the basement and got dressed.

He placed the paper plate on a chair and opened the door to the cell. Cindy looked at the hooded man.

"What is your name?"

"Bitch!" Cindy defiantly answered.

John was again surprised by the girl's actions. The other nine girls by this time were begging him to let them go.

"Stand up, Bitch."

"NO!"

John took one step forward and slapped the small girl across her face. Cindy's face burned with pain and she saw bright little sparks of light.

"Stand up, Bitch."

Cindy wanted to cry, but she was a Marine. She looked at the hooded man and said, "NO!"

John slapped the girl five more times and still he got the same answer. He was getting tired of this bitch's defiance. Yet he could not understand why this small girl was not begging him to stop.

Cindy's mouth was bleeding and her head was ringing with pain. Then she felt the man grab her, pulling on her clothing. She kicked and swung her small fists, but soon her shirt was gone, followed by her jeans, and finally her panties.

John was getting winded, but he finally managed to get the little naked girl's wrists into the small handcuffs. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. There would be no KY jelly for this defiant bitch.

He pulled the girl's legs open and she tried to close them again. John's cock was raging hard.

Cindy kept fighting as the hooded man got between her legs. Then all at once she felt the man enter her. She wanted scream, she wanted to cry, but instead she spit right into the man's eyes.

With the girl's spit in his eyes, John drove his hard cock in and out of the little girl's tight cunt. He looked into the little girl's eyes and saw nothing but defiance. It made him even angrier, and he thrust his cock in and out of her tight cunt as hard as he could. He felt his balls tingle. He plunged his cock deep into the small girl's cunt and slammed her soft cervix.

As the man's cock spewed semen into her, Cindy once again spit into the man's eyes.

John pulled his limp cock out of the little girl's abused cunt. He wanted to fuck her again but without her tears he could not get his cock hard. Even the blood from her shredded hymen that now trickled out of her abused twat did not help at all. Tears and pleading was what turned him on.

He slapped the girl hard across the face. He unlocked the handcuffs and the little girl slumped unconscious onto the wooden platform. He left the room. He decided not to feed the Bitch. He could get her to beg for food and that would also work for him.

The hunt for Cindy:

Mark Davis looked down at the map that was on a table at the local State troopers' headquarters. All he had to go on was a white imported mini-van and a State map dotted with little red pegs from the last nine missing girls.

But he had help, lots of help. All of Mark's old Marine Corps buddies had taken time off from their jobs to help trace down any lead no matter how small it was. What Mark needed to do was narrow the search area.

He clutched Cindy's dog tag in his hand and studied the map, looking for his so far unseen enemy.

Two days later at John's home, in Cindy's cell:

Cindy was naked. Every inch of her body screamed with pain, and her small stomach growled with hunger, but at least she had water to drink. She also knew from her dad that she could survive a lot longer without food than she could without water.

Cindy reassessed her situation. Over the last two days the hooded man would arrive at what she believed was the same time. He would slap her and whip her with a leather belt, but he had only raped her once. To her this was a victory of sorts and it made her more determined to resist. No matter how much he beat her or deprived her of food, she was not going to cry or beg the bastard for food.

John returned home from another long boring night. He had beaten and starved the Bitch for two days now and still she had not shed a single tear. All the other nine Bitches by now would be sucking his cock and begging him to let them go.

"I will break this Bitch, I will make her cry, and she will beg me to let her suck my cock." he said as he got into his bed.

The hunt for Cindy:

Mark Davis was tired form lack of sleep, but things did look somewhat better. From his Marine Corps experience he had found a pattern to the red pegs that had been over- looked. He had connected the red pegs on the map and now had just a large circle drawn on the map. He also had a possible profile on Cindy's kidnaper.

He looked at the map that was now on pinned to the wall. He tapped the middle of the circle and whispered, "You're in there somewhere."

At John's house in the basement:

John put a single potato chip on a paper plate. He slid the paper plate under the door. Cindy looked at the potato chip. To her it looked like a Thanksgiving meal. She desperately wanted to eat it, but she stood up and slid the paper plate back under the steel door.

John grabbed the paper plate. He crushed it and the potato chip into a large ball. He tossed the paper ball into a plastic trash bin. John took his wide leather belt and unlocked the cell door. He charged into the room, tripped and fell over Cindy, who had curled herself into a ball just on the other side of the door.

Cindy jumped to her feet and ran out of the room. She saw a set of stairs and started to climb up them.

Slowly John got up. He had been stupid, but no other girl had tried to escape. He walked out of the small room and saw the girl at the top of the basement stairs. Then he yelled, "No way out, Bitch."

Cindy turned around and looked at the hooded man. She had a small advantage but would it be enough? The man started to climb the stairs. She braced herself and when the man's feet touched the third step she threw her small naked body right into the man.

John fell backward and his fat ass slammed into the hard basement floor. Cindy landed on top of the man. She tried to shake the cob webs from her brain but the beating had taken a toll on her small frame. With her head going in circles she felt herself being dragged back into the cell.

With the wide leather belt, John whipped and whipped the naked little Bitch until he was out of breath. Gasping for air he checked to see if the Bitch was still alive. He placed his hand on her small chest and felt it move up and down. She was still alive.

He had wasted six months on the little Bitch and there was no way he was going to just throw that away. He decided to use the "before death" sequence on the Bitch. Surely she would beg for her life, all the others had.

He left the cell and locked the door. He walked up the stairs and unlocked the basement door. He walked into his bedroom and changed into his security guard's uniform. He walked out the front door and got into his car, but when he turned the key the car would not start.

"Damn! I just had this piece of junk serviced." John shouted.

He could not afford to miss work and he was sure no one was looking for him or his white van.

The next morning, the hunt for Cindy:

Mark Davis had managed to get a few hours of sleep. He was now sipping on a cup of coffee at the State police headquarters. He was going over the NCIC reports from the night before.

One of the reports was for a standard driver's license check for a man named "Carl Farmer."

But it was not the standard license check that attracted Mark's attention. It was the vehicle the man was driving. The man was driving a white imported mini-van and it was right in the middle of the circle Mark had drawn on the map. And there was something else that piqued Mark's curiosity. This Carl Farmer lived halfway across the State.

"Where was he going at 11:30 p.m.?" Mark questioned himself. Mark checked the map and the only thing that was close to the traffic stop was a large shopping mall. Surely he was not going there. Mark flipped open his cell-phone and made several calls.

At John's house:

John had just awakened. He placed a call to the repair shop where he had his car towed. The manager of the shop told John it would be another day, that they did not have the computer chip for his electronic ignition in stock.

It was a minor inconvenience. He did have the van. John took the fresh pair of batteries he had just bought. He stripped down and went into the basement making sure he had locked the basement door.

He took the standard size vibrator that was resting on the workbench. He unscrewed the back of the vibrator, took out the old batteries and replaced them with the new ones. He took the large clear plastic bag that was sitting next to the vibrator. He walked to the steel door and opened it.

Cindy was tired and hungry and she had never felt so much pain. She saw the steel door open and the hooded man walked in. She had the will to fight but lacked the strength. John put the small naked girl's wrists into the handcuffs.

He showed her the vibrator and turned it on. He ruthlessly shoved the six-inch silver vibrator all the way into the girl's small cunt.

"Have fun bitch, it will be your last."

John watched the small girl's eyes. He wanted to see her have pleasure against her will. All Cindy felt was something foreign lodged inside her, but she felt no pleasure, only pain.

Outside John's house:

Mark pulled up and parked his car. He crossed the street where an old friend was waiting.

Mark shook hands with Joe and asked, "Did you call the police?"

"Yes, but there is no probable cause and no one answers the door."

"Are you sure it's the same van?"

"Yep. Broken tail light, license plate ILLG."

"I am going in."

"Mark, you know what will happen even if she is in there."

"Yes."

"Well, let's go."

In the basement:

This was the third time John lifted the plastic bag off the girl's head. He waited for the coughing girl to catch her breath. He moved the vibrator in and out of her cunt but still it was having no effect.

Cindy's chest heaved as she tried to swallow as much air as she could. The hooded man repeated the same thing he had said to her three times before, "Say 'please don't' and I will let you live."

All Cindy could do was shake her head, "No."

John put the bag over the girl's head again.

Once again Cindy struggled but she had little strength left. Then she saw her dad paddling a canoe. She had her life vest on and her hand was dragging in the water. She looked at her dad and he smiled.

"Is she alive?" Joe asked over the unconscious body of John.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes. Now get out of here, I'll take the rap for this."

Mark ripped off his shirt and covered his daughter, and then he pulled the vibrator out of her vagina.

Later the police arrived and arrested John, but they had to let him go because his rights had been violated.

As John walked down the court house steps he said to the reporters, "I had nothing to do with that little girl, and thank God for America."

"What are you going to do now?" one of the reporters questioned.

"Why, I am going to sue that sheriff for violating my rights, and I am going to make sure he is removed from office."

John continued away from the court house steps and went home. That very night John woke up naked in deepest part of highly wooded area. He was tied to a tree and looking at six hooded men.

One of the men poured honey on John's withered cock and balls. "Have fun." The hooded man said, and disappeared.

John whimpered like a baby. He dimly looked down, and saw his feet, already covered with ants, working there way up to his honey-covered balls.

The State police and the FBI questioned Mark Davis about the disappearance of John Smith AKA ECT. But Mark had a dozen reliable witnesses for the night in question.

Epilogue:

"Dad," Cindy said dragging her hand in the river, "Do you think I will look good with boobs?"

"I think you will look okay with boobs."

"Dad, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?"

"No."

"I want to be a Marine."

"I see Cin. So you want to be a Booby Marine."

Cindy laughed.

John Smith's (AKA ECT.) body was never found. Moral of the story, never mess around with a Booby Marine.

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