Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 
Keywords: M/g, viol, tort, voy, rape, ws
I'd taken a back road to get home from a sales trip.  I stopped at a run
down one-pump gas station and general store.  I pumped twenty bucks worth
and went inside.  The place was filled with groceries, hardware, clothing

and small appliances.  If they didn't stock it you probably didn't need it.

   I grabbed a six-pack of beer from a cooler and headed for the counter. A
girl was behind the counter on a stool looking at what I thought was one of
the covered jack off magazines from the rack I'd seen in the front of the
store.  I didn't sneak up on her but she was surprised and quickly stashed
the mag under the counter.  She was a pre-teen with stringy blond hair to
her shoulders.  She was cute but not a stunner.  Her new tits pushed her
pink tee shirt a little over an inch from her chest.  She had Daisy Duke
denim short shorts on.

   "Did you get gas, Mister?"

   "Yeah, Twenty bucks.  You allowed to sell me the beer?"

   "I don't usually, but Mom's not here.  The beer is six-fifty." She rang
up the gas and beer and I handed her two twenties.  While she was making
change I stared at the bumps under her tee.

   "How'd you get stuck minding the store?" I said smiling.  I was having a
great idea.

   "I'm going to have a baby sister!  Mom got cramps and Dad took her to
the hospital about half an hour ago.  They left me to close up.  We close
at five." It was five of five on the wall clock.  The nearest hospital was
60 miles away by country roads.  I figured Sweetie and I had at least two
hours to get acquainted.

   "I'll help you close up if you want.  Do you put that big sign by the
pump?  What's your name?"

   "I'm Jenny.  Yeah, that thing weighs a ton."

   "I'll get it for you Jenny." They had a sandwich board sign that said
"We're Closed".  It did weigh a ton, made of two by fours and plywood.  I
moved my car to a parking place behind the store, and then put the sign
out, blocking the pump.  I held the sign with two oil rag paper towels.  I
wiped the pump handle with them too.

   I went back inside.  "Oops, forgot the beer.  Oh, and I need something
over here." In the hardware section I grabbed a pack of zip ties (I told
you they stocked everything) and took it to the counter.  Jenny was
counting the till.  I leaned over the low narrow counter and punched her in
the stomach.  She went down in a ball trying to breathe.  I went behind the
counter and zip tied her hands and feet behind her in a hog tie before she
was breathing right.  When she caught her breath she didn't scream.  She
and I both knew no one would hear.  She was scared, wide eyed, and watching
me warily as I locked the front door.  I wiped the handles of the door and
turned out the store lights.

   Back at the counter Jenny was crying.  My dick was hard already.  I
pulled Jenny's reading material from under the counter and was surprised to
find it was hard core, not just a beaver edition.  She had the mag open to
a picture of a cute co-ed eating an old guy's hairy asshole.  Nice.

   I stepped over her and went through a door behind the counter to find a
small rack of adult stuff in a hallway, for sale to "special" customers I
guessed.  At the end of the hall was a kitchen.  Every corner was stocked
with shit for the general store.

   Upstairs I found two bedrooms and a sitting area with a TV.  Jenny
apparently occupied one room as it had posters of movie stars, music
equipment and dirty pre-teen clothes on the floor.  I picked up some undies
to sniff.  Jenny had left me an aromatic preview.  Shit, nothing smells
better than pre-teen girl goo.  She had an antique brass three quarter bed.
Perfect.

   I went back downstairs and into the store.  Stepping over Jenny I went
back to the hardware rack.  I picked out a box knife, clothesline and a fly
swatter.  This was a great store.  It even had Jenny!

   I went back to my little ball of entertainment.  She flinched as I knelt
down and grabbed her face.  I turned her to look at me, put the box cutter
to her neck and quizzed her.

   "No lies or you and whoever comes in here will be very sorry.  Anyone
coming to check on you?"

   "No, don't hurt me Mister."

   "When does Dad get back?"

   "He's gonna call when Mom has the baby.  Please..." I was so excited I
accidentally nicked her with the knife.  She screamed.  This was gonna be
fun.  A little blood ran down around her neck.  I carefully cut her tee
down the front.  Spreading the cloth, I viewed the little tits there.  I
just had to rub and pinch them as she lay helpless and crying.  The little
puffies felt great.

   I stood up, popped a beer and grabbed the juncture of zip ties that held
her hands and feet.  I carried her like a heavy suitcase into the kitchen
and up the stairs.  She screamed and groaned as we progressed.  The
gymnastic position and the zip ties on her skin must have hurt.  Her teeth
smacked into a stair tread before she learned to hold her head up.  My cock
was hard as it could ever get.

   I dropped her on her bed and surveyed my prize.  A little blood dripped
from her mouth, running down to the clotted patch on her neck.  She was
crying uncontrollably.  Her skin was raw at ankles and wrists.  Her titlets
were scratched where they had dragged on the stair treads.

   I felt her little titties again and palmed her crotch.  She was
squirming.  The Daisy Dukes opened with a fly.  With a little difficulty I
slid them down to her thighs.  She had plain white worn cotton panties. 
There was a wet spot.  She must have peed herself a little when I punched
her.  I fingered her slit through the cloth, and then tasted my finger.  I
smelled and tasted her girly odor and piss.  I took my aching cock out and
jacked it a little as I felt her.  Then I cut the shorts off.

   I rolled her on her back.  She screeched as her shoulders twisted
painfully.  Her knees were forced apart and she was balanced in an arched
position.  Her head, shoulders and knees touched the bed.  Her hands and
ankles were crushed under her.

   I cut the panties off and sniffed them deeply as I admired her hairless
cunt.  I pushed my forefinger into her and she screamed as her virginity
went west.

   "Were you thinking about this when you were looking at that filthy
magazine?" She shook her head.  "Nuh uh" I leaned over and licked the
cuntlet, tasting a little blood, pee and her pre-teen juice.  She was
panting.  I couldn't tell if it was fear or arousal.  Didn't care either. I
was certainly aroused.  I dropped my pants and got on the bed kneeling with
my knees by hers.  My throbbing cock was bouncing against her smooth pussy
lips.

   I wondered briefly if anything would break or dislocate when I laid on
her.  What almost broke were my eardrums as she screamed.  Her knees were
forced wide and her shoulders stretched, but I didn't think anything broke.
The zip ties were probably cutting her skin.

   I held her head and warned her not to bite.  I told her I would teach
her how to make love with her mouth.  I was surprised that she already
seemed to know how.  I let lots of spit run in there, and then in her eyes.
I had been grinding at her wide-open crotch and now reached down to spread
her pussy.  I slid the head of my dick in and started to push.  She
screamed again as I impaled her.  She was big enough to accommodate me
without tearing anything, but tight as hell.  I let her settle down, and
then licked her right tittie.  I bit into it as I began pumping her.

   She screamed more, thrashing her head back and forth.  It took about ten
seconds to cum in her tight little snatch.  I rolled off her after I got my
breath back.

   I cut one wrist loose with the box knife and used more zips to retie it
to the bedpost.  I did her other wrist to the bed, and then cut her legs
loose too.  As I helped her unfold her limbs from under her body she
groaned with each move of the aching joints.  I left her legs loose,
deciding not to use the clothesline on her feet, and told her she could
move them around to relieve the pain.  She wasn't going anywhere.  I
started to get hard again as she lifted her knees to her chest and back
down.  I jacked off a little as I surveyed her bloody crotch and
bite-marked titlet.

   "Please let me go, Mister."

   "Be patient Jenny, I'll go before Daddy gets home, but I'm having a
little fun first." I went downstairs to get another beer.  Seeing the
covert adult bookrack again made me wonder.  I decided to look around some
more.  There was stuff for the store piled everywhere, even in the
bedrooms. The boxes were mostly factory labeled, but a few bore magic
marker labels: Christmas stuff, Easter, Summer, etc.  One was labeled
"Adult".  Jackpot.

   I opened the Adult box and got a wonderful surprise.  It was full of
Kiddy porn.  My favourite.  Some was commercial and some homemade. 
Apparently Dad had some stuff for "extra special" customers.

   I opened a commercial book called "Special Moments".  Each pair of pages
featured a different girl aged between about three to ten.  On the left
page was a butterfly spread of the available girl on her back, legs up and
wide.  On the right page were several pictures of her being used.  The
first page was a five year old titled "Hea".  She was crying in the spread
picture, with a dog collar on.  On the facing page, pictures showed her
with a dick in her mouth, licking a hairy ass, and her face covered in cum.
One picture showed her holding a dick that was pissing on her chest.

   A folder in the box contained hundreds of photos of little molestees.  I
could recognize Jenny in many of them, taken from when she was a toddler to
probably last week.  Seeing these, I was really surprised that I had gotten
her cherry.  This box was going home with me for further investigation!

   I carried the box back to Jenny's room.  "Did your dad take these
pictures?" She didn't answer.  I grabbed her bitten tittie with my thumb
and forefinger and she responded.

   "Ow!  He said I can't tell!"

   "Is this his cum on your face", I said, showing her a picture.  I had to
squeeze again to get an answer that blew my mind:

   "I don't know." This was getting better and better.

   "You don't know?  How many men could have creamed your face, Jenny?" I
squeezed again to get an answer.

   "I don't know.  Leave me alone.  Maybe twenty." I was rock hard again. I
reminded her of the picture she had been looking at in the magazine and
straddled her face.  I set my ass over her mouth and got her licking.  I
quizzed her while she worked, and it was fun with her talking into my
asshole between licks.  I jacked myself while we chatted, and used my other
hand to feel her pussy and titties.  I asked more questions.

   It turned out that she had done everything you could think of but lose
her cherry.  Lucky me.  Her old man traded her with friends who had kids
and sold her to "extra special" customers for half hour sessions in her
room.  They were not allowed to fuck her cunt or hurt her as much as I had,
but her ass had been used it seemed.  Her mom participated and took a lot
of the pictures.  Some of the customers were women.  Strange things go on
out here in rural America.

   The phone rang!  I got off Jenny and went in the living room and picked
it up.  It was a wireless unit so I walked back to Jenny while I talked. 
"Hello" I put a finger up to my mouth to warn Jenny to be quiet.

   A male voice said, "Who's this?"

   "Are you Jenny's dad?"

   "Yes, who are you?  Where's Jenny?"

   "Consider me one of Jenny's special customers.  Jenny's tied up right
now." I laughed.  "Did mom drop someone's baby yet?"

   "Yes, a baby girl.  Let me talk to Jenny!"

   "In a second.  First I want you to know that she'll be all right when
you get back here in the morning.  If you or anyone else comes through the
door before then, she may not do so well.  Is that clear?"

   "I understand.  Don't hurt her.  Let me talk to her."

   "One second" I covered the phone and told Jenny not to alarm her dad. 
"Tell him I'm just taking pictures and feeling you up like the others do."
I held the phone to her ear.  She did pretty well for a kid with a box
knife at her throat.  I took the phone back and reminded Dad to leave me
alone for Jenny's sake.  He told me he understood, to have a good time, but
don't hurt her!  It was touching that he was so concerned about her.

   I hung up and surveyed my toy again.  I was still hard.  A stray wasp
flew by in a crazy arc and landed on the window screen.  I took the fly
swatter I had planned to use on Jenny's little twat and smacked the wasp.
It went down on the sill, unable to fly, but not nearly dead.  I held it in
place with the swatter and grabbed it by the wings, pinched between my
fingers.

   I walked over to Jenny.  She screamed before it even touched her.  I put
one hand on her stomach to hold her still and held the wasp on her left
tittie.  It bit her nipple and stung her puffy little globe at the same
time.  Jenny thrashed and screamed, putting on quite a show.  I put the
wasp on the bed table and turned an empty glass over it.  I jacked myself
as I watched her crying uncontrollably.  She pulled one knee up trying to
use it to rub her titlet.

   As she settled down a little I picked up the swatter and smacked her now
swollen tittie with it.  She screeched and went into thrashing and crying
again.  I got on the bed, spread her legs and jammed my cock into her once
more.  She was still bawling as I quickly finished and got up.  I went
downstairs for another beer.  I found a cheap digital camera and batteries
on a rack behind the counter and went back upstairs.

   I decided to look around some more.  No more adult boxes turned up but I
found a few interesting CD's by the TV/CD player (They were Sharpie labeled
"Jenny's Debut", "Mary C", "Jack and Jenny", etc.) I picked them up to
throw in the Adult box.  In the drawer of the parents bed stand I found a
magazine titled "Kid Klub".  It was about 25 pages of pictures showing
three naked white guys and one ten-year-old Mexican-looking girl.  She was
crying in every picture where her face showed.  She didn't look happy even
in the picture where one guy clearly loved her, with his tongue deep in her
mouth.  You could understand why she was crying in the pictures that showed
welts on her titties and cuntlet.  She must have had a long photo shoot. 
They did everything to her with two guys holding and one playing.  I threw
the mag in the Adult box.  I couldn't wait to spend some time perusing the
rest of the stuff in there.  I was getting hard again and went back to the
girl's bedroom.

   I cut Jenny loose and told her that for the rest of the night I was just
another customer.  I wouldn't hurt her if she cooperated.  She agreed. 
From her look of relief I gathered she wasn't going to try anything funny.
She held her sore titties.

   Then I started making her pose for pictures.  I started with close-ups
of the sore tiny tits.  I had her stand, legs apart with her hands behind
her head.  You could see the wasp's marks on her swollen left tit and the
bite bruises on the right.  Flash.  I made her suck my finger for a shot. I
spread her on her back and made her hold her pussy wide to see my cum in
there.  Flash.  I had her kneel and stuck my soft dick in her mouth. 
Flash. I was starting to harden again.  I figured I had one more shot in me
before I cleared out.  I posed her on all fours and got her little titties
hanging and her cute ass.  Flash.  I made her spread her cheeks.  Her
asshole opened up invitingly.  You could tell that she had some experience
there.  Flash.

   I lay on the bed and had her stand over me.  I told her to piss.  Flash.
My dick rose right up throbbing when the hot piss from her little slit hit
it.  I made her lie in the piss puddle on the bed, straddled her on my
knees and started jacking over her face.  She opened her mouth right away
when asked.  Flash.  In no time I began spurting on her eyes and in her
mouth.  Flash.  Flash.  "Swallow", I said.  She did, gagging.

   I sat back on her hips, worn out.  I retied her hands to the bedposts
and spread her legs.  Flash.  I stood by the bed and hosed her down with
beer piss.  Flash.  I started spraying her cunt then up her body.  She
opened her mouth when the stream got to her face.  I guessed she'd had
instruction on golden showers by previous customers.  Either that or she
was beginning to understand me.  Flash.  I stopped my piss and said, "Spit
it up in the air".  She did, obviously glad to be rid of it.  I got a great
picture of yellow froth spewing out of her mouth and coming down in her
eyes.  I had her to open up again for a refill and this time ordered her to
swallow.  I got a good pic of her pre-teen piss and cummed face grimacing
as she retched.

   Having cum for the third time I lost interest in the piss smelling
little toy and it was time to go.  I lifted the glass from the wasp and
flicked the insect onto the bed.  It began crawling in circles, buzzing its
wings and trying to fly.  Jenny screamed and moved her body as far away
from it as she could with her hands tied to the posts.

   I found the bathroom and took a shower.  When I came out Jenny was still
struggling to stay away from the wasp.  I wondered if she would realize
that she probably could swish it off the bed with her foot.  I got hard
watching the naked girl struggle, but knew I couldn't possibly cum again. I
made her lift and spread her legs in a butterfly pose for one last picture.
She did, but kept wide eyes on the wasp.  Flash.

   I dressed and threw Jennys used undies in the Adult box, then left with
the Adult box, and camera.  I didn't worry about fingerprints any more.  I
was sure Dad didn't want Jenny talking to the cops.  On my next sales trip
in this direction I certainly planned on gassing up with Jenny.  I guessed
her mom would be a fun date too, and I'd never cummed a baby girl before.
Dad wouldn't be too happy about the missing box or the deflowered girl, but
blackmail can be pretty persuasive.