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> MERRILL'S ORDEAL (ped, bdsm, abuse)
>
> BY SCAVENGER
>
> [ part 1 ]
>
> It was too easy. As he came out of the mall and headed for his car, a
> little girl, about 8 or 9 years old, was sitting in the back seat of her
> car, all the windows rolled down to help keep her cool. Of course, with
> no breeze, the windows being down offered no help. Sweat rolled down her
> almost naked body. She wore a bright blue bikini swimsuit, the top
> barely covering her nipples, the bottoms a thong style, a very small
> triangle of blue covering her genitals. But just barely. The sweat
> literally covered her in a sheen of hot brightness. She was playing
> Nintendo.
>
> His car was parked directly across from hers. (Or, perhaps, her
> mother's.) He stooped down and looked in.
>
> "Hi, there, sweetheart," he yelled at her, knowing the headphones would
> probably cover a normal "Hello". She jerked, startled. She scooted to
> the other end of the back seat, fear in her eyes.
>
> "Who are you?" she asked, a tremor in her voice.
>
> "Let's just say I'm a friend you have just met. My name is _______. I
> thought you might want to sit in my car in the air conditioner until
> your mom comes out. How about it? My car is just parked there." He
> pointed at his car, its front end facing her own car's front end.
>
> "No, I can't. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, or go anywhere with
> them."
>
> "You know, you are absolutely right. I had no right to ask you to sit
> where you would be comfortable and cool." And he walked away, toward his
> own car.
>
> "Wait!" she yelled. "Are you sure it will be OK?"
>
> "Sure, honey. Come on." She got out, and began to dance on the concrete
> it was so hot. He hurried over and picked her up, her sweet bare feet
> dangling below his arm. Her petite bare bottom rubbed against his own
> bare arm. Oh, how easy this is, he thought. He looked around. No one was
> even close. No one saw him kidnap her.
>
> He opened the passenger side of his car and slid her in. She continued
> to play her Nintendo. "Tell you what. You tell me what your mom looks
> like, I'll tell her you're with me, so she won't worry about you when
> she comes out. How about that?" He turned on the ignition and the AC as
> he promised.
>
> "Sure. She's wearing a pair of blue jeans, white tennis shoes with no
> socks, a white blouse, and a blue baseball cap with the words 'America
> Forever' on it in red and white."
>
> "OK, you wait here where it's nice and cool, and I'll be right back."
>
> He pretended to go into the mall, and in a few minutes returned to the
> car and got in. He started the engine. "What are you doing?"
>
> "Oh. Your mom told me to take you on home so you could play in the pool,
> and to wait for her there. OK?"
>
> "OK, that sounds like fun."
>
> "I just have one little thing I need to do first." He reached into the
> back seat, very carefully opened a bottle of chloroform, dampened a
> cloth with it, tightened the lid back on the chloroform, and turned
> around. She was still playing Nintendo. He tapped her on the shoulder,
> and she turned to him. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
>
> "Oh, it's Merril. Merril Conway."
>
> "Well, Merril. I have other plans." And he pushed the chloroformed rag
> over her nose and mouth. She struggled for only a minute or two, then
> slumped down in the seat. She was now his. He started the engine and
> left for his home, not hers. No one could see her, but to just be sure,
> he pushed her onto the floor. Finally, he pulled into his driveway,
> opened the garage door, pulled in, closed the garage door, and shut off
> the engine. He got out and opened Merril's door, pulled her out and
> slung her over his shoulder, her head and feet down, and carried her to
> the basement. She was a beautiful little girl. He rolled her every which
> way looking for a blemish of some kind, and didn't find a one. Not even
> on the bottom of her feet, nor between the cheeks of her bottom. Her
> brunette hair hung down to her shoulder blades. Her raven black eyes
> stared at you.
>
> He knew she wouldn't be coming around soon, so he tightly tied her hands
> together. Then he pulled her tongue out and with a paper towel dried it
> off. He attached a clothespin to the end of her tongue. He found a large
> ball gag and, by almost distending her lower jaw, forced it into her
> mouth, behind her teeth. With her tongue sticking out and the clothespin
> attached to it, she wouldn't be able to say much, and the double
> soundproofing would keep her little soft mewings from going anywhere. He
> added a large soft leather blindfold, making sure the inner pads fit
> snugly over her eyes, keeping them closed and her in the dark. He
> carried her over to the center of the basement where he attached a hook
> to her bound wrists. With a remote, he turned it on and pulled her up to
> where her feet hung about a foot off the floor.
>
> He walked over to her, and very slowly removed the top of her bathing
> suit, gradually revealing her little nipples, pale against her lightly
> tanned chest. He used a dime, and it covered each nipple perfectly.
> Little dime-sized nipples. Next, he began to very slowly pull off her
> bottoms, standing behind her, so he could see her cute little bottom
> first. Slowly he pulled it down, until finally he could see her entire
> bare bottom. Then he walked to her front. Here the suit had pulled down
> a little way, but still covered her little private area. Here he pulled
> down her suit bottoms even slower, until her little slit began to show.
> Then, he yanked it down and off her body. He tied her ankles together
> with separate ropes, then pulled the four ends down, sliding two into an
> eyehook directly beneath her bare feet one way, the other two ends the
> other way. He pulled and yanked as hard as he could, making her poor
> body overextend itself, and tied them off. He bound her knees together,
> then bound her elbows together as well. He put her hair into a braid,
> the attached a rope to it, and tied it up to the eyehook her hands were
> fastened to, keeping her head in an upright position. Lastly, he tied
> her two big toes together and also tied them to the eyehook. Now, she
> couldn't move at all. Her chest was stretched tautly over her ribs, her
> stomach concave by the bondage, her belly button and little pussy
elongated.
>
> He heard her begin to groan. The chloroform was wearing off. He watched
> as she realized she was naked and couldn't move, talk or see. Then she
> began screaming.
>
> "Hush, Merril. No one can hear you. I have kidnapped you. I tied you up
> and removed your swimsuit, you are also blindfolded and gagged here in
> my basement. I am looking at your beautiful naked body right now. Little
> girls like you, however, always need discipline of some kind. Little
> girls like you are always getting into trouble. I know you must have
> gotten into some kind of trouble and need to at least be spanked. So get
> ready, I am going to spank your bare bottom."
>
> Merril jerked in her bonds. She realized she couldn't get free. He
> walked over to her, and put a hand on her bare tummy covering her belly
> button, and reared back his other hand and brought it down as hard as he
> could on her left butt cheek. She jerked, but his hand on her tummy
> didn't allow her much movement. Then he did the same to her right cheek.
> He gave her 100 blows on each cheek. He looked at her bottom, and it was
> a bright crimson. She was sobbing. He told her that it would do her no
good.
>
> He rubbed her tummy gently, up her chest, and played with her little
> nipples, centered within a triangle of white where the sun didn't reach,
> thin white lines where her top straps covered her otherwise flawless
> skin. He followed her chest back down, past her tummy, down to her clit
> and pussy, also resting in a patch of white. Very small white lines came
> up over her hipbones, back down to the crack in her ass and disappeared.
> He traced those lines with his fingers, flowing in between her butt
> cheeks, and down across her anus. She gasped at his touch there. He bet
> no one had ever touched her there in the way he would be doing.
>
> "OK, little Merril, I am going upstairs now. I am going to leave you to
> think about being naked and tied up. I will be down in a little bit."
> And he left her there.
>
> Her bare butt burned where he had spanked her badly, as if a fire had
> been set on her twin cheeks. Pain from the extreme stretch pounded her
> brain. Her big toes became cold from being tied so tightly. She tried to
> move, but that proved to be an impossibility.
>
> Then it sneaked up on her. The urge. She felt it in her lower abdomen,
> just below her belly button. The urge to pee. She wondered if the man
> who kidnapped her would be mad if she peed right there. She didn't know
> how long she could hold it in. She had drunk a lot of sodas at the pool.
> Only now were they making their presence known. Her struggling proved
> useless, since she couldn't struggle. Little sounds escaped her ball
> gag, whimpering and mewing, trying to hold her pee in.
>
> She heard the door open. Moments later, the man pushed on her stomach
> again, and this time she couldn't hold it. Her pee erupted from her
> urethra like a fountain. The man removed his hand, and stepped back. He
> watched for what seemed like hours as Merrill released a full bladder of
> pee onto the concrete floor in front of her. It arced, and she could
> hear it splattering as it hit the concrete. Eventually she stopped, a
> few drips dropping, almost hitting her feet. Finally, a pale yellow bead
> hung on her urethral opening, ready for plucking.
>
> She heard the man moving around. The strong aroma of ammonia struck her
> nostrils. But it didn't last long. She next smelled the odor of
> disinfectant. A mop occasionally hit her bound feet.
>
> "Well, that was quite a sight, wasn't it? But of course, you couldn't
> see it. You were such a naughty girl, however, for not holding it in.
> What kind of punishment should I give you for being such a bad girl? Ah,
> I know."
>
> She heard nothing for a few minutes. Then she felt fingers playing with
> her right nipple, and something being placed on its erectness. The man
> tightened down the clamp, and Merrill screamed as he tightened it to its
> maximum. He then repeated the procedure on her left nipple. Little,
> almost nonexistent screams erupted from behind her gag. Pain shot
> through her chest. She didn't think she could stand it.
>
> "Ah, and of course, the area from which you were such a bad girl." He
> then pulled first her right outer labia down, and attached an alligator
> clip to it, then did the same to her left one. More itsy bitsy screams.
>
> "And for a little addition, a heavy lock locked onto each clamp. How
> about that?"
>
> She screamed again as locks were hung from all four clamps.
>
> "Well, let's see what time it is. Well, it is only 1700. I think I will
> go out to eat. I will see you in the morning."
>
> Did he really mean that? Would she have to stay this way all night? God,
> NO! She screamed little screams of what might have been construed as
> HELP, had anyone a mind to try to interpret them. She heard the door
> open and close, then lock. She was truly all alone.
>
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