                                                              TRUE STORY6
rape anal murder  Mf

    
     One would think that the sight of a nude twelve year old girl running down the side of a superhighway while a car backed up in pursuit would attract attention and maybe even someone who would stop to investigate. Later there would be calls made to the police and people would bitterly wish that they had stopped but unfortunately for her no one took the time or the trouble that day. There were no cell phones in the early seventies so the calls were all too late. She made her brave effort to win freedom but had been chased down and taken away. Grabbed on her way to school and stripped while being taken from her once safe neighborhood she had used her captor’s inattention to jump from the car as he almost stopped for traffic but to no avail. Now she was beaten and tied as he took her away. He quickly took many twists and turns as he used the street grid to lose any who might seek to follow. When he was satisfied that it was safe he pulled the car into the garage of the house he rented and closed the door. 
    The basement had a mattress with a solid wooden frame built around it and there were sturdy hooks in the floor joists overhead. Her slight strength was no match for his as she was tied to the corners of the mattress with strong nylon cords. The music playing ad the thick cement walls hid the sounds of her screams and cries as he stripped off his clothes and spread a thick coat of Vaseline on the small openings in her crotch. His fingers explored the tightness found there and his body responded. He bit her just forming breasts and forced his manhood into her mouth and forced her to suck and lick it until he sprayed her throat and face with his seed. 
   She prayed that he would then release her but it was not to be. His attentions to her body soon had him dangerously hard and ready again and she screamed with pain and terror as he ripped through the thin membrane of her maidenhead. She had dreamed as young girls do about someday having a lover even though the details of loving were only foggy ideas. Now she was being taught the realities of sex and power. The power of his pounding thrusts drove the air from her lungs until all she could do was to gasp and grunt with each impact. He came in her, the jets hitting the wall of her insides igniting her fears of having a baby. He left her laying in on the bloodstained mattress as he went to wash and have a beer. When he returned he toyed with her, comments about how did she like her first time and hot she made him and threats as to what the day still held for her. She tried to close her eyes and ears to the sheer terror there in that basement but his words still whipped her. Prayers were useless no matter how hard she tried she was forced back to the reality of her situation. 
   He rolled her over so that she was face down and a old pillow was forced under her hips. She now faced the unknown. Rape and intercourse were things that she at least knew about, this was beyond her comprehension. The fingers in her butt hole hurt and she felt so dirty but when his prick was forced in the pain of the ripping and tearing of her tender flesh overwhelmed her. She was granted a short reprieve but when she awoke the pan and horror and shame were still there. This time he was able to continue far longer that before. It seemed that it would never end. By the time he orgasmed she had been hammered into a dreamlike state except this was a place where the worst nightmares ever lived. 
    Once again she was left while he attended to his own needs. Suffering the flames and stabbing agonies from her treatment she now prayed to die. It was quite a while before she was aware of his presence. The flash from the instant camera drew her back to reality. He shot photos of her from all angles and many positions. Standing with her arms tied to over her head, laying with legs spread. Tied in positions she had not known about but at the end she was still on her back and still tied to the corners of the frame. 
    This time when he entered her it was just something to survive. She knew what was happening and although it still was a horrible painful thing she knew she could live through it, that it would sooner or later end. She was wrong. He had lost so much of the excitement that he needed something more to thrill him. More was the feel of the soft neck giving under the unrelenting pressure of his grip. More was the sound of her gasping for the breath of life. More was the look of panic in her eyes. And more was the frantic struggling of her thin bogy as she fought for her life. For the first time she moved against him as he used her. Her body was alive in a way that had not been there before. He watched, listened, and felt as useless efforts to live only added to his own pleasure. He moved faster and faster. Had she been allowed she might have taken comfort knowing the end was near but she was not even aware of his frantic movements. She was devoting everything to her last battle and thus to increasing his excitement. Sometime during the unequal fight she lost. He was too involved with his own feelings to even notice when her pitiful attempts stilled. It was not until he had satisfied his own urges that he noted her lack of movement. Slaps and orders failed to get any response. He finally realized that she was dead. He had spent her young life sooner than he had planned but he figured it was worth it. She had been wonderful and her life was well spent as the coin which was used to purchase his pleasure. Her small still body was dumped like so much trash, only one of many that had already dumped and only one of the many he would leave behind him as he trailed death across the country over the next few years. 
