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Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignettes 4/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,surprise
Date: Fri,  4 Aug 1995 04:07:30 UTC
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Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff

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        Vague.  Mysterious.  Sometimes gentle.  Sometimes violent.

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       Anal/Bestiality/Bizarre/Bondage/Consensual/Gay/Golden Showers

     Lesbian/Necrophilia/Oral/Pedophilia/Romance/S&M/Snuff/Teen/Torture

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                A.S.S. Name: Nightmare Vignette 4 (The Answer)

                Archive Name: NMV4.txt

                Lewdness Level: Extreme

                Contents: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff

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                                DISCLAIMER



 This story was written for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults.  If

 you are under the age of 18 you should not be reading this.  You should be

 doing homework or something useful, not reading this trash.  It'll screw

 up your mind, trust me.



 For everybody else, this is a standard disclaimer.  This story contains

 graphic depictions of sex in numerous forms.  It is not intended to

 foster or further the aims or causes of any individual regarding illegal

 pursuits nor is it intended to condone illegal/unsafe sexual behavior.  This

 story is copyright 1995 by Blackwind and may be distributed or released in

 electronic form only provided no fee is charged for such distribution.

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                               THE ANSWER



                           A BLACKWIND Vignette



                        (Continuation of Courtney)





        Melissa Collier was understandably upset over the

        disappearance of her friend Courtney Beeler.  That was how

        the adults around her saw it, anyhow, when they saw it at

        all.  For a week they were attentive to her, comforting,

        while all the time totally unaware of the problem.



        It had started two weeks ago when she and Courtney had

        found what they thought was a new place to play.  It was an

        old storehouse, part of an abandoned industrial park, set

        about a mile from the rural "upper middle class" tract

        community the two girls lived in.  Because they were the

        only two children of nearly the same age living there (the

        tract had yet to have many buyers) they had become fast

        friends.  Two weeks ago, as it were, they'd gone up to the

        storehouse--strictly off-limits, as it lay nearly two miles

        from home through a dense wood--to play.  There they'd found

        a suitcase full of kiddie porn photos, which made Melissa

        nervous.



        Not ten minutes later she'd found herself the hostage

        of a man with a knife.  During the short minutes of her

        ordeal, the man threatened her and Courtney in numerous

        ways, including an order for both girls to go around bare

        legged the rest of the summer, wearing only short shorts and

        no socks.  On top of that, he had ordered Melissa to leave

        her window unlocked, and had in turn unlocked Courtney's as

        well.  That very night he had molested Courtney as she lay

        drugged in her own bed, then tied Melissa to her own bed and

        molested and forced her to have oral sex with him.  A week

        later, Courtney had disappeared.



        Today Melissa wore a white blouse under a pink pullover

        sweater, short white denim shorts and white sneakers.



        As she approached the old warehouse, her heart began to

        pound with dread.  She'd avoided the place like the plague,

        knowing all too well that the answer to what happened to

        Courtney was here.



        As soon as she stepped inside, she saw him.



        "Come in, Melissa", he told her.  He motioned her over

        to the bed, stopping only to tie her hands behind her back

        and gag her mouth.



        He sat the girl down on the bunk and bound her ankles,

        then laid her down.  Melissa shook her head, tears rolling

        down her cheeks, but he got on her anyway, lowering his

        pants.  "It's time you got your cherry popped, too", he

        laughed.  Teasingly, he pulled her shorts down, then her

        panties.  But he didn't enter her immediately



        "Now, I'll tell you what I did to your little friend."



                                  xxx

        Courtney heard a footstep, and suddenly a hand grabbed

        her shoulder and spun her around.  She found herself looking

        up at a tall, muscular man with dark hair.  He wore a white

        half-tshirt, jeans and boots.  He smiled at her.  "Hello,

        Courtney.  What are you doing here?"



        Courtney swallowed hard.  She'd been caught.  She

        looked at the pictures.  "I came back for my dolly."



        "Your dolly?  Is she in there with my pictures?"



        "No."



        "Then why were you in there, huh?"



        "I--"



        "You wanted to see them, right?  All those pretty

        girls, just like you.  They're all dollies, too.  I liked

        pretty dollies.  Do you want to be my dolly, Courtney?  It's

        fun.  We'll play a lot of games."



        His voice was calm and kind.  It put Courtney at ease.

        "I guess.  What'll we play?"



        "Let's play tie up.  Put your hands behind you."



        Giggling, Courtney put her hands behind her.  To her,

        it was just a game.  The man tied her hands, tightly.  She

        couldn't get loose.



        He tied her ankles next.  Courtney stood still.  Her

        eyes were on the pictures.  Then she saw one.  Of herself,

        naked on her bed.



        "Hey, that's me!", she shouted, and suddenly realized

        this wasn't a game.  By then, it was too late.



        "That's right, Courtney.  It's too bad you came up here

        and saw that.  And me."  He pulled a gag over her mouth and

        tied it, stifling any screams she might have uttered.  "Now

        I can't let you go.  And I'll have to punish you."



        He pushed the terrified little girl back down onto the

        cot.  He picked up the Care Bear and threw it out the door,

        then turned to her and began to undress.



        "It's really too bad, Courtney.  For you.  This will

        hurt a lot."  Courtney's eyes grew wide.  Tears filled her

        eyes.  She struggled, but the ropes were too tight.  She was

        helpless.



        The man removed the rest of his clothes, his huge penis

        erect and ready.  He picked up a knife showed it to her.

        "For later", he said.



        Then he lowered himself to her.  He slipped an arm unde

        the back of her neck and kissed her soft freckled cheeks,

        her ear, her eyes, her soft neck.  His free hand slipped

        along the length of her bare thigh, then it was up again,

        undoing the buttons and straps of her shortalls.  He pulled

        these down, past her hips to her knees, then her white

        cotton panties.



        "I'm going to pop your cherry, Courtney", he told her.

        His hand slid over her flat abdomen, down between her legs.

        Courtney was shaking and crying but now, but all that

        stopped when the pleasant sensations of his hand rubbing her

        bare mound hit her.  She felt him insert his finger, rubbing

        deeper inside.  She moaned, feeling pleasure.  Then he

        removed his finger and put his penis in there.  She felt him

        push slightly, felt it go inside of her.  And now it hurt.



        Courtney's little back arched high as he pushed hard,

        hard enough to break her hymen and achieve total

        penetration.  Her muffled screams rose and fell, echoing

        through the room with nobody to help her.



        The man was laughing, enjoying himself.  She was tight

        inside, like all little virgins, and moist, the blood of her

        torn hymen lubricating him as he pumped her, driving her to

        newer and newer heights of pain.  Though her eyes were

        closed he could read the fear and pain on her pretty young

        face.



        With great delight he reached under her blouse and

        tweaked her tiny, erect nipples, increasing her pain.  The

        little girl thrashed under him, impaled on his throbbing

        mass, held there as he came deep inside of her and then fell

        on her with all of his weight, making her gasp for air.



        He got off of her and removed a camera from under the

        bed, snapping a picture.  Unlike the other girls, he

        couldn't take chances with her, couldn't keep her here for

        days.  Melissa might talk.  It wouldn't take long, he knew,

        before the smart ten year old would figure where her friend

        was.  It wouldn't stop him from having his fun now,

        however.



        He lowered himself to the girl again and raped her for

        the next twenty minutes.  Her struggles were as fierce as

        the first time, but quickly lessened.  Soon she was even

        moaning.  Little girls loved to be raped, he had always

        said.



        When he'd finished with that, he sat the little girl up

        and pulled down her gag.  She made no effort to scream or

        resist as he slid his cock into her mouth, enjoying the

        moist warmth.  She began to suck it without giving him any

        trouble.



        He enjoyed himself, letting the child suck him off and

        swallow his thick, hot load.  When it was done he withdrew

        and gagged her once more, satisfied.



        Grabbing her arm, he jerked the little girl to her feet

        and forced her outside.  Looking around a moment, he turned

        and forced her into the woods.



        Courtney stumbled a lot as he took her into the woods.

        She was dazed and probably sick and he didn't care anyway.

        He found a suitable tree and tied her to it, wrapping a

        length of rope around her waist.  Then he pulled out the

        knife and held it up for her to see.



        Courtney's eyes got real wide.  She began to struggle,

        pulling furiously at the rope that held her.  It was all for

        nothing.  With nothing more than a smile, he shoved the

        knife into her chest and pulled it out, watching her blood

        spurt out.  Courtney let out a small squeal, twitched a few

        times, and then hung limply against the ropes.



        Whistling a cheery tune, he untied her and carried her

        body away, to be gotten rid of where nobody would find her.



                                  xxx



        "Yeah, it was something.  All that blood.  Didn't know

        a little girl could bleed so much, huh?  Don't worry, you'll

        get to see it.  First, I'm going to pop you, though."



        As the man was lowering himself between her legs, Melissa felt

        a strange calm come over her.  He was going to rape her--the

        idea was no longer terrifying.  It was almost a relief.  He

        would enter her, take her virginity.  He would hurt her, but

        dammit, he would be done with her then!  No matter what he

        did after that, no matter how many times he raped her, it

        would be over--the anticipation, the terror, everything.

        His little game would be over.  He'd have what he wanted,

        the perfect little slave.  She'd happily do whatever he

        wanted.



        The head of his cock touched the outer folds of her

        tiny, bare vagina and pushed itself in.  Melissa tensed,

        ready for the pain, but she was not afraid.  This man had

        raped and murdered her best friend, using her and throwing

        her away like garbage.  Melissa knew she too, would die, but

        vowed not to give him the satisfaction of showing fear.



        She felt her hymen tear.  The pain was nearly

        unbearable, but she didn't scream.  The man was inside of

        her now, shoving harder to bury himself.  The look on his

        face was angry.



        "Does it hurt, Melissa?  Are you scared?"



        Melissa shook her head.  He got angrier.  "I'm going to

        hurt you, Melissa, worse than I hurt Courtney!"  He began to

        pound her, his entire body driving against her, his penis

        like a piledriver.  Melissa still wouldn't scream, though

        the pain was intense.  Her body shook and her eyes watered.

        But she would not give in.



        Instead, she began to moan.  "Fucking cunt!  You aren't

        supposed to enjoy this!", he shouted, pounding so hard now

        her vision began to swim.  She kept moaning, fighting the

        urge to give in to him, to scream and cry.



        Then he came.  It happened so fast he got a surprised

        look, then became enraged.  He began to slap her face, hard,

        violent slaps.  The first one broke her nose and split her

        lip.  Melissa did not feel it.  It was as if her mind and

        body were two separate entities now, apart from one another.

         She was an observer, watching this man savage her young

        body.



        His rage grew worse.  He picked up his knife and began

        to slash her face and abdomen, getting no response.  He

        jammed it into her bloody slit and ripped up, gutting her.

        Melissa still felt nothing--no pain, no emotion.  Her body

        was dying, but she was no longer in it.



        The man stood up, covered in her blood and bellowing

        with rage.  She knew now that for the first time in his life

        he'd failed with a child, failed to make her afraid.  It was

        too much for him.  He'd gone insane.



        And then she was rushing away, the world growing black

        around her, then light, lighter, a great light at the end of

        a dark tunnel...



                                  xxx



        "Melissa."



        She was drifting now.  The voice was familiar,

        soothing.  She clung to it, tried to reach for it through

        the blackness.  The light was still there, somewhere, all

        encompassing, warm and soothing.



        "Melissa, can you hear me?"  The voice again.  She knew

        it now, her mothers.  She felt a hand on her forehead.  Was

        she still alive?  But how?



        Her eyes opened.  Her mother was leaning over her,

        looking far older than she ever had.  There were tears in

        her eyes and a smile on her face.



        "Mommy...?", Melissa croaked.  Her throat felt hot and

        dry.



        Her mother hugged her.  Melissa tried to hug her back,

        but her arms wouldn't move.  They felt as if they'd been

        strapped down.  She also knew they hurt, little pinpricks

        all along her flesh.  She remembered the man and his knife,

        the horrible slashing...



        Her mother let go of her.  "Oh honey, we've been so

        worried!  You've been unconscious for almost two weeks!"



        Melissa didn't know how to respond.  She looked past

        her mother, to the room she lay in.  It was brightly lit and

        sterile white.  A hospital room.  She looked down at her

        arms and saw they'd been strapped to the bed, tubes running

        out of them filled with all manner of fluids.  There were

        other people in the room, her father, a nurse, and a doctor.

         When she saw the doctor, her heart jumped.  It was him.

        The man who had raped her.



        She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

        "Him...", she murmured.  "He hurt me..."



        "No honey, shh", her mother was stroking her hair.  The

        doctor came over, a needle in his hand.  Melissa tried to

        shrink away.  He smiled at her, a pleasant smile, and spoke

        to her in calm tones.



        "There now, Melissa, this won't hurt", he told her,

        inserting the needle into her arm.  Melissa jumped at the

        prick.  How could they let him near her?



        "But I want to see her!", a voice suddenly shouted

        outside the hospital room door.  It was a voice she knew

        well, and one she'd never hear again.



        Courtney.



        A moment later the door swung open and Courtney popped

        up at her side.  "Melissa!"



        "Courtney, you're..."  She couldn't say it.  Had the

        man lied to her?



        Courtney smiled.  "You've been so sick, I was so

        worried!"  Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her face

        crumpled.  "It's all my fault.  I should've listened!"



        Melissa's mother pulled the girl away.  "It wasn't your

        fault, honey.  You didn't know."



        "What...what happened?", Melissa asked.  One moment she

        was being murdered--Courtney dead--and now she was awake,

        looking at her friend whole and untouched, their vile killer

        standing right beside her--none of it made sense.



        "You came into contact with toxic waste", the doctor

        explained.  "At an old storehouse not far from you home.

        Apparently you had some kind of reaction and you've been in

        a coma for two weeks."



        "Two weeks?", Melissa murmured.



        "That's right.  The whole time you've been dreaming.  A

        bad one, too, because we had to strap you down to keep the

        tubes in."  He patted her hand.  Melissa smiled.  He no

        longer seemed like her rapist.



        It had all been a dream.



                                  xxx



        A week later Melissa was released from the hospital.

        She'd told the doctor about her dream and how he had been

        the one to terrorize her.  He had a ready explanation for

        that.



        "You were in such a state that you saw me as a threat",

        he told her.  "To your mind, I was hurting you in the worst

        possible ways.  All the while I was trying to help you."



        Melissa was able to understand some of that, at least,

        and was grateful for it.  She was even more grateful to find

        out her entire ordeal had just been a bad dream.  What was

        more, Courtney was able to fill in how it had all started.



        "We went up to that old place to play", she'd told her.

         "And you found this old barrel in one of the rooms.  You

        wanted to go but I wanted to stay.  Then you started getting

        really dizzy and you went outside and fell down.  I ran home

        and called the police."



        Melissa understood now.  The "pictures" had been a

        barrel of toxic waste--only her mind had conveyed it

        differently.  The rest was just a dream.



        So this story has a happy ending.



















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