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NIGHTMARE part 2 THE KIDNAPPING (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY BLACKWIND
[ part 2 ]
AUTHOR'S WARNING: This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence content.
It depicts the graphic rape of a pre-teen girl.This file is intended for
those who enjoy young stuff fantasies with a violent edge. If you are turned
off my this type of material, then please delete it immediately and read no
further.
7:38 a.m. Friday, May 5
It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway as she skipped
along the sidewalk on her way to school. She wished Ashley were there to
talk to.
As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her daddy drove, pulled
onto the street and up to the curb. The passenger door beside her opened.
"Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped politely. He looked like a
nice man, pretty old though. His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled,
but he was smiling and his gray eyes looked friendly.
"I was wondering if you might like a ride to school. I'm going that way to
see my niece", he said to her. "You could show me the way."
Megan thought it over. It was starting to get windy, and the umbrella
couldn't keep all the rain out. Yet she had heard you shouldn't get in cars
with strangers.
"Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said.
"Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered. "I'll give you some
candy."
"I'd better not", Megan sighed.
Suddenly the man looked angry. He slid across the seat toward her. "Get in",
he snapped.
Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide closer to her.
7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5
Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he still had his badge
and cuffs. He also had his gun-a small, unregistered pistol he figured he
might need tonight. He wanted cunt, and young cunt at that.
Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the nearby city of Carlton,
he'd fantasized about what was probably happening to little Megan Reynolds.
He imagined some stranger tearing the girl's short blue dress off of her
young body and slamming his cock hard into her tiny body. He almost came
just thinking about it.
He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting playgrounds and one of
the two shopping malls, looking for young meat. He'd gotten mostly girls in
their early teens so far, with a sprinkling of younger girls thrown in.
Carlton was a big place but one of the poorer cities, so it wasn't unusual
that a girl should be raped and couldn't remember who'd attacked her (he
always made sure she couldn't, one way or another).
Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the elementary school. The
rain had kept most of the kids away, but a few boys were playing basketball
and a couple of young girls were on the merry-go-round. Those two he had his
eyes on.
Both were young, about nine or ten. One wore jeans and a sweater, and had
light brown hair; the other wore a checkered skirt and a white blouse with a
red sweater, with short white socks and black leather shoes. She had long,
straight, dark brown hair and a serious face.
Eventually the light-haired girl got up and left, opposite where he was. The
boys left, too. As soon as they were gone, he got out and approached the
girl.
"Hi", he said, very pleasantly. "What's your name?"
"Kelly", the girl answered.
"How old are you, Kelly?"
"Ten", she answered.
"Something wrong?"
"No." She didn't want to talk much. So he pulled out his badge. Her eyes
grew wide. "Am I in trouble?"
"Yes you are. You're out after curfew. Now come over here."
Kelly walked over. "Am I in trouble for this, too?", she asked, handing him
a note. There was something on it about her talking in class. He stuffed the
note in his pocket and said yes.
Kelly, who stood only as high as his waist, looked at him nervously. "If my
mom finds out, she'll kill me", she whimpered.
"Then maybe she won't", Brig said. This was what he needed. "Now put your
hands behind your back."
Kelly put her hands back and Brig snapped the cuffs on her small wrists. It
felt incredibly satisfying. He led her to the car and helped her in. Now it
was time to have some fun.
11:45 p.m. Friday, May 5
June lay awake in bed, worrying about Megan and remembering how she had
been, as a little girl, abducted and raped.
She was eleven when it happened. That was 1975. June had grown up in a quiet
suburb of Cleveland. She was the youngest and smallest of five children,
being only a tiny 4' 3" as Megan was now and just shy of sixty pounds. Her
hair then had been long, to about the middle of her back, and dark red like
Megan's. Her eyes were hazel-Megan got her blue eyes from her father.
The day it happened, she could remember clealry, had been overcast and warm.
She could even remember her clothes: a pink t-shirt with the words "Palm
Springs" on front, a pair of white shorts with little bows on the peaked
sides and white tennis sneakers. She'd been shopping with her mother and had
gone off to look at dolls when a young woman had approached her.
"Hi! My husband and I are kind of lost, and we were wondering if maybe you
could help us out", she'd said. She was an attractive, tall woman with short
blonde hair, dressed in bell-bottom jeans a halter top. June had said sure,
she could help....
xxx
"Our car is right over here", the woman said, leading June by the hand to a
small silver car parked out at the edge of the lot. She could see a young
man with wavy brown hair, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sitting in the
driver's seat. He gave her a friendly smile as she got in with the woman.
"So, where you do want to go?", June asked.
"Someplace we can fuck you", the man said, still smiling.
June didn't know what that meant. "I don't understand."
The man put his hand on her bare thigh. "You will." He looked at his wife.
"She's cute. Sexy. Good pick."
"Thanks", the woman had laughed, and suddenly her hand was over June's
mouth. June had struggled for a few seconds, then stopped when the man
shoved his hand between her legs. It felt good and scared her at the same
time.
By then they'd started driving. The man told June "we're going to fuck your
mouth, your cunt, your ass" and the woman had felt her as the man did. About
ten minutes later they'd pulled into a two-port garage where another car
waited. The man told June "we're going to tie you up now, be good" and June
started to cry. It didn't help. She was taken out of the car and told to
stand still, the woman's hand still on her mouth, while the man picked up
some rope...
7:42 a.m. Friday, May 5
Thinking she'd done something wrong, Megan quickly got into the car.
Immediately the man was friendly. He tossed her books and umbrella in the
back seat and shut the door. "Thank you", he said.
"For what?", Megan asked.
"For making this so easy."
xxx
He turned away from the girl long enough to put more chloroform on the cloth
tucked down next to his door, then turned back, shoving the cloth over her
mouth and nose. The little girl began to struggle, and he had to grab her
head and hold her tight while she thrashed. He loved every minute of it.
Slowly her struggles ceased, and very soon her pretty blue eyes closed. He
lowered her head into his lap and gazed over her longingly.
She was so small and pretty, so sexy. Her skirt had ridden up in her
struggles, revealing more bare thigh and a hint of cotton panties. He looked
down at her face, so peaceful in unconsciousness. He cheek was pressed
against his throbbing cock. Soon, she'd get him off. Soon.
He shifted the car into drive again and took off. The chloroform would last
an hour, tops, and he had to have her home and ready by then. He would bind
and gag her, of course, since it was only right, but there were other steps
to get her ready. He was going to do more than just rape this young child-he
was going to steal her innocence, break her will, make her his, and then...
He didn't think much about that. Later, when he came to it. In the meantime
he just drove, clearing the town limits six minutes later, according to
schedule, heading out onto the rural back roads to his cabin. To the place
he'd prepared for her, for her nightmare to begin.
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