Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Unspeakable Obscenities Continue (Pt.02)(Mg, pedo, explicit, BDSM, snuff) by Jack Woody Dedicated to JWFan Thank you for the inspiration...... WARNING!!! This material is intended for ADULTS ONLY! If you are a minor, or if you live in a jurisdiction that forbids the reading of sexually explicit material, DO NOT CONTINUE! This material is not meant to represent real-life situations, and is purely the product of an over-active imagination. The acts and situations depicted are fantasy, and are in no way meant to depict actual acts or situations. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PERFORM ANY ACTS WRITTEN ABOUT, WITHIN THIS MATERIAL! Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2016 by Jack Woody (jackwoody2014@yahoo.com) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. ____________________________ The Unspeakable Obscenities Continue - Part 2 Nelson Macabe had reached the point at which he couldn't wait any longer. He must abduct the little girl with curly hair, before another night without her goes by! He cannot live one more day without running his hands all over her naked little body.....feeling the warm softness of her bare skin......and the desperation, to get his cock into her is more, than masturbating over thoughts of her, alone, can satisfy. He needs her skin......and he needs her tender flesh. He needs to ejaculate deep inside her! And he needs it all, now! Hurriedly, he put on his grimy clothes, and locked the door to the shack, behind him. He climbed down into the boat, and after untying the rope that held the bow against the dock, he pushed off and reached for the pole he used to navigate out to the deeper water. Then, he lowered the prop into the water and wrapped the rope around the pulley to start the engine. Three pulls, and it chugged to life. He followed the maze-like route he had memorized, out to the deeper water, and finally out onto the river. He turned north, heading up river, up past Oak Grove, to where the little girl lived. It was a fairly long ride, but it was a nice sunny day, and all the way there, he thought of nothing but the little girl sucking his cum from the fence rail, last time he had been with her. From today on, she would be sucking it from his cock! No more licking it from the leaves she collected.....that secret licking that she must have engaged in late at night in her bedroom, needing to taste the semen he had left for her. He had never, in his wildest dreams, expected to see her taste the cum he had spurted out, over her! That had been just too good to be true......seeing her be so inquisitive and daring, with what had to have been her first exposure to semen. He should've gone back, and snatched her right then, and there! He had second-guessed himself, mercilessly, every waking moment since then......beating himself up mentally, again and again for not having carried her away, with the taste of his lust in her mouth. Today, he would make up for that misstep. Today, she would become his! How would he take her? He began making his plans......thinking. Maybe he would lure her over to the fence with his hard cock.....letting her watch him stroke it, again? Or better yet, if he could get her to slip through the fence, to his side! How could he do that? His mind began to race......what would tempt her to come closer......daring her to come to his side of the fence? Maybe another little treat for her to lick? He could ejaculate all over the top rail of the fence, and then pretend to leave. Then, while she came over to look......or maybe even lick, again, he could rush back, and pull her over to his side! Or maybe he could slowly back-up into the woods, after getting her attention, teasing her into coming through the fence on her own, in order to watch him ejaculate again? That might work better.....luring her into the cover of the woods......getting her out of the line of sight from the house. The one thing he had in his favor......he knew she was mesmerized by spurting semen......she liked watching it shoot out! She had even tasted it......more than once! Maybe if he ejaculated onto something, then, after it looked like he had left, she could go to where it laid on the ground......deeper into the woods, and while she was busy examining it, he could rush back and snatch her, there, in the woods? The more he thought about that scenario, the more he began to like it.......and the harder his cock grew. What could he shoot his cum onto? He needed something made of paper.......a newspaper? He would have to stop somewhere along the river, and find something suitable.......a piece of mail from someone's mailbox, maybe? Once he had passed by Oak Grove, he knew he was close, and the excitement stirred in his loins.....a constant sensation began to keep his focus on the little girl. He stopped the motor and drifted against the shore. Pulling the bow onto dry land, he rushed off into the woods to find a house, or even a cabin, to obtain something to use for his plan. It took nearly half an hour, but he managed to find an unoccupied home with a mailbox stuffed full of mail, at the end of the driveway. He pulled out a large manila envelope that appeared to contain a catalog or a thick bundle of papers. It was the right size and weight, that's all that mattered to Macabe. He folded the thick envelope and stuffed it into his back pocket. Back at the boat, he resumed his journey to the landing spot he had used the two times before, to get to the little girl's house. His cock grew hard as stone, as he shoved the small bottle of chloroform and the rag he would hold against the little girl's mouth, into his front pocket. After pulling the boat into the brush, he grabbed the zippered canvas duffle bag, and put the strap over his shoulder. He carefully followed the path he had memorized, that would lead him to the three-rail fence surrounding her spacious back yard. Before very long, he could see the fence in the distance, and he carefully scanned the area for any unwanted deterrents that could interfere with his plans. All looked clear and quiet. As he approached the fence, the little girl came into view, once again. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was outside, again, and the dog that had been with her the first time, was missing, again. Perfect! The plan could now be put into action! Macabe scanned the whole yard, making certain the dog was not there, as he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his fully erect cock. The little girl was dressed in a blouse and a pair of shorts, as she had been the time before. Not as arousing as the little bikini she had worn the first time, but still, seeing her bare legs was more than enough to get Macabe's fist moving quickly enough, back and forth along his thick shaft, as he began masturbating over the cute little girl. He watched her climb up the ladder at the end of a slide that was attached to a swing set, and then slide down, jumping up at the end, to run to the ladder, again......repeating the activity, over and over, tirelessly. Eventually, she caught sight of some movement, out of the corner of her eye, as she was running back to the ladder. It was the man......the man who squirted juice for her! She stood with her foot on the bottom rung of the ladder, staring at the man rubbing his thing, again. She looked quickly toward the house, and then back at the man, as if to make sure no one was watching. She ran halfway across the yard toward him, before slowing to a cautious walk, as she got to within ten feet of the fence. She stopped five feet from the fence....ten feet from the man on the other side. As before, her eyes were locked onto his stiff cock, and feeling her stare, as if it were physically touching him, made him feel his cock strain, to be even harder. Slowly, Macabe began to carefully step backwards......moving back from the edge of the tree line.....slowly moving back.....into the woods. The little girl responded just as he hoped she would.....moving to the fence, to be closer. Nelson, knelt down with his knees spread apart, still masturbating for the little girl. He pulled the large manila envelope from his back pocket, and placed it on the ground, between his knees. He stared at her and thought about the little girl.......remembering her sucking his cum from the fence, and with her right there, just feet away, he began shooting streams of milky semen all over the envelope on the ground. He stared at her......watching her, watch him cum, for her. He covered the envelope with wet splashes of jism, and when he was done, he stood and let his dripping cock hang there, for the little girl to continue to watch......as he knew she would. He turned and left, and the little girl stared at the envelope on the ground. The temptation was just too much for her......he knew it would be. She stood at the fence, staring at the wet envelope, and after making sure the man had gone, she slowly slipped through the rails of the fence, and carefully approached the temptation she couldn't resist. He watched her from the bushes......dumping the contents of the bottle onto the rag, readying it for use on his own irresistible temptation. As the young girl lifted the wet envelope toward her face, Macabe rushed from the bushes, startling her.....the semen soaked envelope falling against her blouse, as his arms lifted her off the ground, and he cupped his rag-lined hand over her mouth and nose, making it impossible for anything but a muffled attempt at screaming, to come from her. He ran quickly through the woods, carrying her small light body tightly against his, until he was several minutes away, and had felt her body grow limp in his arms. He took the rag from her face and stuffed it back into his pocket, and laying the duffle bag on the ground, he placed her limp body inside it. He quickly tied her wrists and ankles with the same ropes he always used, and then pulled the gag rope through her lips, tying it tight behind her head, before zipping the bag closed. He lifted the strap onto his shoulder and resumed his run toward the boat. After carefully placing her in the bottom of the boat, and throwing a tarp over the bag that held her, he pushed off, and throttled full speed toward Oak Grove....and then down river. The rush of excitement from having a new little girl, all to himself, lasted for the whole ride down river, and he couldn't keep from stroking his cock through his pants, as he stared down at the tarp, imagining the little girl inside the bag, beneath it. Once he was off river, and into the more obscure waterways that led home, he pulled the tarp aside and unzipped the bag, to stare at his little prize. Slowly, she began to move, and he watched her struggle against the restraints holding her wrists and ankles, to limit her movement, and prevent her from hurting herself. He pulled his erection out of his pants for the little girl to stare at, and took the time to pull her shorts down off her hips, till they were down around her knees. He masturbated over her, as she lay there in the bottom of the boat, in her panties, arousing him just the way he needed her to! _________________________________ As far as he knew, no one had seen him, coming or going, and after a very highly aroused trip back, during which he made several short stops to masturbate over his little prize, encouraging her to watch......he was finally using the push pole to maneuver the boat along the last few turns through the swampy path to his shack. Once the boat was at the ladder going up to the shack and its deck, Macabe tied the boat in place, and lifted the little girl over his shoulder, bent at the waist, holding her with his left arm around her legs. He climbed the ladder, till he was on the deck, and then reached into his pocket, for the key to unlock the shack. Leaving the door swung open, to let the sunlight in, he brought his little prize to the bed, and carefully lowered her onto it. Her frightened eyes stared into his, searching for something that his eyes couldn't possibly provide her with. All that Nelson Macabe was capable of seeing was that it was time to examine his newest little captive......time to bare her body......time to touch her, and time to begin her deeper learning about how hard cock really relates to her body, and what sex is. He was more than ready.......and she was nowhere near ready for what was about to happen to her, in this dingy shack, so far removed from civilization, in terms of both, her location and her captor. (To be continued)