I couldn't believe it. She was sitting on a bus stop bench all alone,  swinging her six-year old legs under a short, dark, red dress.  I was in San Diego for the first time, visiting my sister, and after I left her  place to "go back home", I rented a hotel room and gave myself three days to find a little girl to abduct. I was hoping for a white one and this one seemed caucasian from the other side of the street, so I breathed deep.., and swung into a parking lot to turn around.  It was a little after 6:00 a.m. and the girl had just been dropped off by her mother, who had taken the crosstown bus to work only minutes earlier. The young one was probably headed to a relative's house before school. It was late June, so the dirty blonde-haired girl was probably fantasizing about her upcoming summer vacation.
  I  took out binoculars and scanned the rooftops for security cameras. You never know these days. Satisfied, I  changed into my cop's uniform and prayed that the little girl's bus did not come. I pulled up right in front of her at the bus stop, in a hurry, and I got out, acting very controlled but determined. She ate it right up. I explained to her that there had been some trouble on one of the buses and that we needed to shut down some stops along this route. I asked her her name and if she had any I.D. on her.  I then asked her  what bus she was taking and where she was going. I told her that she needed to get in the car and I would take her to her destination. The only one else around was a Chinese lady, collecting cans. I was safe. I was sure she didn't speak English or interact with the police.  They never do.
  As soon as she was in, looking nervous, I handcuffed her left wrist to my right. I told her it was for her own protection and that she needed to do what I say or she would be in trouble. I drove away as evenly as I could and leaned over and hiked her dress up so that I could see her lap and her light purple panties as I drove. "Don't put that back down.", I warned her. Her legs were dynamite. I kept looking down at her panties, knowing the goodness of what hid underneath. I yelled, "Lift your dress up as high as you can, Danielle, and hold it there!" She actually lifted her butt up off the seat so that she could get the bottom of the dress up to her tummy. She started to cry, but held the dress still, so I did not scold her for crying. She probably knew I wasn't a cop by then. 
   We had a hundred miles to go before we would get to the deserted farm that I had found. I told her to slide down, so that no one could see her. "Keep your dress pulled up." I instructed. She now had it up higher, almost exposing her breasts. I wished I could have pulled over right then and there, on the highway, and lapped her eyeballs, holding the lids open. I love the taste of little girls' tears. Especially abducted ones who are crying unconsolably.
  She was doing good, and about 30 minutes into the drive, I smelled pee. I guess she was a little bit nervous on her first date. I wondered if they were looking for her already. If she kept down, the amber alerts wouldn't mean a thing, though. 
   There was no way I was going to make it back without doing something with her, though, with the cunt under that purple camel-toed panty screaming to me, "Take me! I'm yours!" I knew this girl was going to be a good lover. I had had several her age, and I could just tell. I took a long detour down a country road to a forest that no one went to usually. I had never seen anyone else there. Being the nice guy that I am, I even let her scoot up on the seat and lay with her head in my lap, so that her legs would not be too cramped by squatting. She seemed to calm down, but I could tell she was still trembling. She probably thought I was going to kill her, and that would be a pretty logical guess. I wasn't going to do that, yet, but I was going to change her young world.  The first time a girl is raped is always a big thing for her. A major day in her life.
  I pulled up quickly and pulled her right through to my side of the car. She screamed and I said if she screamed again, I would kill her. Still handcuffed to her, I showed her the survival knife and I then cut her dress off with it.  I threw it in the car.  Her body and face were so fuckin' gorgeous. I marched her off into the woods in only her running shoes and panties. In my pockets I had only a knife, my keys.., and some lube. Once we were situated in a sunny little glen, I took my pants off and watched her eyes as I took off my underwear. She stood there silently sobbing and I asked her, "Have you ever seen a penis, Danielle?" "J...just my brother's..." she replied. "How old is your brother?" I inquired.  "Two." She said, and continued sobbing. This was going to be precious. She had never even seen an adult erection. 
  "Do you know what sex is?" I asked. I knelt to cut her panties off and taste her pussy. I ran my tongue up and down the slit and lapped at the immature labia.  I searched for a clit and looked up at her. "No." she admitted. I was eating her out and she didn't even know what oral sex was. This was one of my favorite parts of grabbing a pre-teen: The sex talk. "Sex is when a man and a girl want to make a baby." I told her. "It's perfectly natural."  "This..." (I showed her my erection) "...goes inside yours. Your vagina." I pointed to her waiting muff. She kind of looked down at her pussy and then looked in my eyes, trying to establish some form of empathy.  "I stick it in and move it back and forth and then sperms come out, which is a liquid. It joins with the egg inside a girl and then a baby is formed".
  With that, she tried to run, even handcuffed to me. She probably thought she would end up pregnant. She pulled my arm and I pulled back, and her face slammed into my side with a splat. So to prevent any more problems like that, I told her to squat and I cut her shoelaces with my knife and told her to step out of her shoes and socks. Now, the only problem there was as I wrestled with her to and on the ground was the possiblity of her kicking me in the nuts. I had to close my legs several times as her knee or foot instinctively went toward them. God knows.., she tried. Within a few moments, I was lying on her thin body, between her outstretched legs, both of us out of breath, my cock's hard tummy beating my pulse as it pressed against her heart.
I could have punched her in the face as I had done to at least five of my others, but she was so pretty I wanted to keep her face fresh as I fucked her.  I would deal with her pretty face later, at the farm.
  Once I had her down I bit her nipples off and ate them, leaving 1" wide holes in the skin on her chest. She screamed loud enough to fell a tree, so I shoved her panties in her mouth as quickly as I could. Her eyes seemed even more sparkly now, with her chest opened up. Such expressiveness in a girl's eyes makes you want to fuck her. She tried to gouge my eyes with her remaining strength, so I broke all the fingers on her right hand (which was her free hand). It was easy.  I Just laid one palm on the back of her hand and bent her fingers back.
  I told her to take the bottle of lube with her cuffed hand and squeeze some into my free one. She probably had no idea what it was for, but I thought her co-operation was very sexy.  I used just one finger inside her at first. I wasn't about to break any blood vessels in my cock trying to get inside this bitch. She was going to get opened up first. She really screamed into the panties and I felt a lot of blood come out of her little cunt. It felt like a lot anyway. It always does. Then I re-lubed my fingers and used two on her. She didn't scream or cry any harder than when I had entered her with one finger. There is no way anyone could have screamed or cried any harder than that. I'm sure that if her nipples had still been there, they would have been poppingup.
  I let her rest then, and her legs began spastically pumping up and down, her knees brushing gracefully against my sides, as she automatically tried to effect some escape or defense motion. I kissed and licked the sweat off of her young face. Her tits had not stopped bleeding 15 minutes after I bit them off.  She was not in shock, yet, but close to it.
  Penetrating her was surprisingly easy. Her pussy was wet with lube and blood and soft and she was exhausted. I looked for some kind of extreme reaction once I slid inside the 6-year-old, but she just hummed and rocked her head from side to side, her eyes squinted closed. When I began fucking her a little harder, she pointed her chin straight up and squealed at the end of every thrust. She tried to hit me on my lower back with her busted-up right hand all the way through it, but her strength was gone and they were nothing but love taps. I fucked her a good fifteen minutes, stopping occasionally, to see if I could hear anybody nearby. She rested her hand on my lower back for the last five minutes, and it felt as good as a hug. Maybe I wouldn't kill her if she treated me right. Maybe I'd keep her for a slave or a breeder.
   All I knew at that point was that I had to get her back to the car and get her chest stitched up and a blanket around her and get out of there.