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PRETEEN DETECTIVES 1 THE CASE OF THE KIDNAPPED CUTIES
BY BLUEDAWG
This story is a parody intended for adults only. It is totally and
completely fictional. The author does not in any way condone or support any
real world sexual acts or violence directed towards children and/or
non-consenting adults in any way, shape, or form. Any similarities in the
names used in this story are purely coincidental.
Prologue:
There was no denying that little 9 year old Stephy Sanchez was a beautiful
girl. Not only in the face, but with her flowing, long, black hair, golden
brown skin, killer legs, and well-rounded butt. In fact, the only thing
Stephy lacked was height and large breasts-certainly forgivable given her
age. In any case they didn't seem to bother the man that kidnapped her at
all. The little girl groaned once again as she futilely tried to get more
comfortable. That was probably impossible. The man had tied her brutally
tight with thin cord at her wrists, elbows, chest, waist, knees and ankles.
On top of all that, he'd pulled her ankles up and attached them to another
knotted cord that ran around her waist and thru her legs. With only her thin
panties as protection, the knots constantly pressed and rubbed her little
cunny, causing pain-all sorts of other odd feelings she'd never had. Stephy
whimpered, and then stopped. The man hadn't said much to her, but one thing
he had said was not to cry as she might suffocate. That was because her
entire lower face was strapped tight with thick, heavy, tape. Tape that
formed a veritable iron band holding a hard rubber ball deep inside the poor
girl's mouth. The ball itself was so massive it was doubtful the tape was
even needed to keep it in, but why take chances?
Stephy heard a noise and rolled over on the hard, cold, floor, trying to get
a better look. It was very dark, but she appeared to be in a large basement
of some sort, with stairs that ran up to a thick, bolted door. The door
opened and man walked down carrying a large duffle bag over his shoulder. St
ephy hadn't really gotten a good look at her captor before he'd clamped a
chloroform pad over her face so she was anxious to see who it was. His voice
had been strangely. familiar.
Still swathed in shadows, the man unceremoniously dumped his cargo on the
floor, spilling out the contents next to Stephy. It was a black girl, not
much older than she was, bound and gagged in much the same manner. The girl
looked over at Steph with a look of absolute horror.
She knew just how she felt.
The man knelt down, rubbing the bound girl's ass and legs.
"Stephy, this is Vanessa. She's twelve. Ain't she sexy? The three of us are
gonna have a lotta fun. Yes we are."
As the man leaned forward, Steph finally got a good look at his face. Her
eyes grew wide as she saw who it was.
It was Pete, the janitor at her school.
Chapter 1
Detective Sergeant Jake Carter answered his cell phone with a growl. He'd
just gotten home after a long, hard night hunting for a missing girl named
Stephy Sanchez and he was bone-tired.
"Carter!"
Jake listened for several moments, and then sighed.
"Damn. Ok, I'm on my way."
"What is it, daddy? Another missing girl?"
Jake turned to see his daughter, Karen.
He sighed. Since her mother had passed away several years ago Jake the
hard-nosed detective had raised his little girl more like a son than a
daughter. As a result, Karen was a true tomboy, but over the last few months
it had become evident that the just-turned-10-year-old was definitely a
female. With her big owl-like eyes, slight overbite (Accompanied with a
mouth full of braces.) and freckles, the dark-haired Karen wasn't
classically beautiful, but she was well-tanned and leggy with an athletic
build and an obviously developing figure. The breasts were just points as of
yet, but the rest of her was filling in well ahead of schedule.
That was becoming a problem. In the summer-like it was now-Karen preferred
to run around in tiny little shorts and thin tops-not a problem when you're
built like a boy but that was no longer the case. Her recent growth spurt
and development had her butt literally bursting out of her shorts.
"Karen, don't you have something else to wear?"
"Everything else is too small!"
"What you're wearing now is too small!" He answered in frustration.
"Well, I can't go naked!"
Jake smiled. "Good point. I guess I'll call your Aunt Jenny to take you
clothes shopping this weekend. Try not to bankrupt me, ok?"
"No promises!" She said with a mischievous grin.
That was another sign she was becoming a woman, Jake thought. Not long ago,
she would have hated the idea of shopping for clothes.
"I need to go. What are your plans for today sport?" He asked as he glanced
at his watch.
"That depends. You say another girl was kidnapped?"
"Seems that way." Jake told her the details, including the names.
"Really! They both go to my school. You think there's a connection?"
Karen was super-smart and had an inquisitive nature. She'd make a great cop
one day, but those qualities had gotten her into trouble before.
"Karen, you stay out of this case. The kind of pervert who snatches little
girls is no one to mess with."
"Ok Daddy." Karen said with a bit of a pout.
"Good girl. Now go over to your aunt's house this evening. I might not be
home until late."
With that, Jake kissed his daughter on the cheek and left. Karen immediately
got on her bike and took off for her best friend's house.
* * * * *
"Wake up sleepy head!"
Alexis McCord groaned and buried her head deeper into the pillow of her bed,
trying to drown out the sound of Karen's voice. The two girls were polar
opposites in virtually every way. Karen was a tomboy, while Alexis was
all-girl. Not quite a year older than Karen, she was, at barely 11, simply a
gorgeous female. She had a mass of silky blonde hair, a model-perfect face
set off by a set of pouty lips that always seemed to be coated with pink lip
gloss and a figure that defied her young age. While Karen simply had minor
chest bulges with points, Alexis had a real set of titties that seemed to
swell more every day. The waist was small and her butt and hips wonderfully
full and curvy. All that was set off by a set of perfect legs. Lots of time
in the tanning booth and lying out in the sun had given the girl a
well-tanned body as well.
There was no denying it. Alexis was a "10" if there ever was one.
"Go away!" She mumbled into the pillow.
"No can do. We have a case to solve!"
"So? Go solve it already."
"Without you? My partner? No way-we're a team!"
Alex rolled over and sat up. Karen mentally shook her head in amazement.
When she first woke up, she looked like a something the cat drug in, but
even now Alex was close to perfect.
"The last time we got involved in one of your "cases" I wound up spending
almost a whole day tied up with a sock in my mouth!"
"What's your point?"
"I don't like being tied up!"
"Please, spare me. I thought you were going to be an actress. As pretty as
you are, no way they won't find a way to tie you up. Boys like that, you
know."
"I know exactly what boys like. But when I'm an actress, that will be
acting, not real life. Real life tied up hurts! And I can still taste that
sock! Yack! Being gagged like that was the worst!"
"Hey, don't forget I got captured and tied up too you know!"
"For what, an hour or so? Try all day! Anyway, how can I forget your big
"rescue" attempt?"
"Well, excuse me for trying to save you!" Karen said angrily.
The two girls sat there for several moments not saying anything until Alexis
finally spoke.
"You say there's a new mystery to solve?"
Karen smiled and began tell the story as she knew it.
* * * * *
Pete had sat there for several minutes groping and pawing at his two young,
helpless, captives without mercy until another figure opened the door
upstairs and came down.
It was a woman. Older-mid-40's at least-but very attractive in a mature sort
of way with a handsome face and large breasts. When she saw the girls on the
floor, she was not happy.
"Have you lost your mind, son? I recognize these girls! They go to our
school!"
Pete visibly cringed at the harsh tone while both captives looked up at the
familiar voice. Both were stunned to see it was Stella Crane, the assistant
principal at their middle school! Pete Crane was not only the janitor there
but her son.
"Mhmmghgpphh!"
"Ummmgggghhh!"
Gagged as they were, neither child had any hope of forming words, much less
a coherent sentence, but the woman understood their meaning anyway.
"We'll get that nasty old tape off in just a minute girls. Just be still and
quiet for now."
Pulling Pete up by the ear, Stella began her assault on her son again.
"Explain to me what happened."
Pete did. Not a smart man by book standards, he was a natural predator with
good instincts. He had been at the school working on some summer projects
when Stephy had strolled by all alone. That, he explained, was an
opportunity he could not pass up. And, since he'd grabbed one girl from
their school, why not two?
Stella sighed. "Son, you sad little fool. We had such a good thing going
here."
The "thing" they had going was neat little girl-kidnapping setup. With his
below-average appearance, low-paying job, and lack of intelligence, her son
had absolutely no chance of landing a girl on his own. Stella knew and
accepted all of this but she loved Pete nevertheless. Once he'd reached
puberty, she had "helped" him along by first masturbating him and then
actually having sex with her own offspring. The problem was, she herself had
never really enjoyed sex and Pete was all but insatiable. The boy would
literally fuck anything, but he especially liked young girls. Thereby an
idea formed in her mind. Why not kill two birds with one stone? The one
thing Stella did enjoy was money and her salary and Pete's together barely
made ends meet once the insurance money ran out from murdering her husband
(Pete's dad.) by setting up an "accident".
Stella had access to all student files in every middle school in the
district. She could pick and choose the choicest little girls and give them
to Pete for awhile to play with before shipping them out for big money.
Now, that might all be over.
"But Mama, I wuz thinkin' `bout this. If we snatch gals from every school
around her `cept ours, won't that look mighty peculiar?"
Stella blinked. The boy had a point. A good point actually.
"You may be right. In any case, what's done is done. Let's get these girls
set up, shall we?"
They used a special solvent to gently remove the tape from the girl's faces
so as to not tear their skin. It took several minutes on each and while
Stella got their next muzzles ready Pete always enjoyed watching the
children twist and hack trying to spit the massive balls out of their
mouths. Some managed to do so eventually, most never did.
Vanessa was one of those who succeeded. The moment the ball left her oral
cavity, she tried to cry out only to find her jaws cramping badly from being
stretched open so long.
Pete laughed at her. The room was soundproof in any case.
"Pete, stop staring and help Stephy get her ball-gag out, please."
"Yes, mommy."
Finally Vanessa managed to speak just as Stella walked towards her with an
evil-looking device in her hand.
"M. Miss Crane? Wh. what's happening? Why are you doing this?"
"Just relax Vanessa."
"No! What's that thing? What are you going to do with.ummpghhg."
"This is called a penis-gag sweetheart. All pretty little girls should have
something in their sweet mouths at all times and you need to be taught about
how to suckle a penis. Yes, I know. it's very big and long and it chokes you
terribly doesn't it? Just relax your throat. that's it. take it all in.
Really Vanessa, this one is quite small compared to the others you'll be
wearing so get used to it. Now, roll over and let me lock it in place."
The penis-shaped prod filled the poor child's mouth and went almost to the
back of her throat. The front of the gag had a wide, thick rubber pad that
molded itself to the front of Vanessa's face, sealing off her mouth
completely once Stella had yanked the binding straps brutally tight and
locked the gag on with a key. The only concession that was made was a small
air-hole in the middle of the prod that ran out to the front.
Stephy, younger and much smaller physically than Vanessa had even a tougher
time with the new gag. She fought like tigress and it took both of the
adults to hold her down in order to fit the gag in properly. Once in and
locked, Pete cut all the girl's bindings free and Stella helped massage the
feeling back into the arms and legs of both captives. As soon as they were
able, Stephy and Vanessa tried to pull the hateful gags off, but there was
no chance of that without the key.
They stood trembling as Stella brought in several more items on a big table.
"Now girls, the real fun begins."