LittleRileyCaught_pt1.txt
by: Dman

The naked man grinned and looked down at the small, shivering girl in
front of him, panting slightly from the hunt. Her name was Riley. She
was a small little girl, thin but not skinny, with a round face and
small features. Her eyes were blue, her dirty blonde hair hanging to
her shoulders, messy from her running. She was wearing light-blue
summer PJ's, shorts and a t-shirt that was too big for her, and yellow,
frilly socks. Looking down at the child, down her shirt, he could just
make out her flat nipples and frail chest where her large shirt hung
open.

He had her, deep in the forest where nobody could hear. Riley stood on
the forest floor, looking down at her yellow socks, dirty from running
away. She shivered, glancing up at him fearfully, hands scrunching the
hem of her t-shirt in nervous fists. He had her cornered against a
tangled mess of spiney, thorny vines. She knew she had nowhere else to
run. In fact, he had herded her here, on purpose. 

Silently he lashed out, striking her frail face in a brutal slap,
sending her spinning to the dirt with a squeal. He lept forward, large
hand on her flat chest pinning her to the ground. She lay there,
stunned, eyes wide with shock. He grinned, cock so hard it was flat
against his stomach. Kneeling beside her, he pressed a finger into her
tiny chest, where he thought her nipple would be. He pressed hard,
harder until she squealed, tiny hands flying up to protect her chest. 

He chuckled then, grabbing both her thin wrists and pulling them over
her head. Tying her hands together with rope he had stored here
earlier, he fastened her wrists to the base of the thorn bush, then
stood. Riley's eyes were screwed shut, making little squealing noises
as she tried to pull her hands free. Grinning, he kicked the little
girl with his bare foot, gently. Her eyes snapped open fearfully,
swollen from her crying. He waggled his cock at her, laughing as she
closed her eyes again, frantically trying to pull her hands free.

Careful not to get kicked, he kneeled at her feet, grabbing her left
foot and pulling, hard, stretching her tiny body. Quickly, he tied it
to a stake in the ground, then grabbed her other foot, flailing as she
tried to kick him. Stretching it the other way, he could see the
tendons of her arms tight against her skill as her whole body was
spread out on the dirt. Tying her foot, he stopped to admire his work,
cock throbbing with lust.

There before him, was a tiny little girl, no more than 8 years old. She
was crying, tiny chest heaving with quiet sobs. Her face was beginning
to bruise from where he'd slapped her. Her arms were stretched straight
above her head, exposing her cute little underarms. Her legs were
pulled to either side of her small body, stretching her into an upside
down T-shape, stretching the cloth of her nightime shorts tight over
her young cunt. He could just barely make out the shape of her tiny
labia through the material, and the sight made the blood pound in his
ears.