Scroll Very Fast Fast ScrollMedium ScrollSlow ScrollVery Slow ScrollEven SlowerSlowestInfo on the auto-scroller Font Size 8Font Size 9Font Size 10Font Size 11Font Size 12Font Size 13Font Size 14Font Size 15Font Size 20Font Size 25Font Size 30 Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ADULT READING ONLY ( inter m f g tort sad rape snuff ) THE LONE ARRANGER---(The offer) When fifteen year old Shantelle Jackson got that phone call from her friend Kianna, her spirits were lifted, or it seemed that way at first. The thought of finally being able to get away from this horrible neighborhood, with its druggies and hoodlums was a hope she thought would always remain a dream. Growing up in this horrible area meant learning how to survive by any means. For Shantelle, a virgin who intended to remain one for as long as that decision remained hers, it meant no partying, and as the saying goes: keep your friends close, your enemies closer. So she learned where all the trouble spots were and how to avoid them, how to lie convincingly, and a bit of forgery came in handy. She and Kianna spoke at length about the old neighborhood and mutual acquaintances. But it was her friends announced departure from her job and offer of replacement that gave rise for hope. To think she would finally be able to get the hell out of this horrid place was cause for joy, or even celebration. Kianna who had lied about her age, just as so many of the girls had to do from the old neighborhood, was extremely fortunate to secure a job as a nanny for this very wealthy white family. The family lived in an upscale area many miles from where she and Shantelle lived. But like anything of value, there were certain conditions that had to be considered. A birth record had to be produced before the family would consider a nanny who looked so young, this posed no problem to her, she had already forged one. However, the second and third conditions were not so easy to meet. For one thing, there was little time to act. Kianna had met a young military man who she adored, but was on leave of absence for only two more weeks before returning to his assignment in Germany. Two weeks was indeed short notice, especilly if she had to leave her apartment, and make arrangements for all her possessions she would not be able to take with her. But it was the third condition that really gave her cause for concern. The job as the families nanny required she live there, the children had to be monitored constantly since they were so young and so spoiled, this required a live in nanny, and a live in nanny who brought with her no other children. Shantelle did in fact have a child living with her, it was a scheme she devised to earn extra money. The poverty stricken area she lived was overwhelmed by broken families and abandoned children. The child welfare people and the state child protection agencies together with local orphanages and other agencies were seeking foster homes, and any person or persons willing to adopt. They even placed adds in the local newspapers and made periodic announcements that monies would be paid to any approved individual who would apply and be accepted. The situation was dire, and because of it there was very little stringency involved in the selection process. Shantelle presented her forged birth record, forged school diplomas and in less than 24 hours was given her first months sum of money, and was now able to foster a little seven year old black girl. But when this was explained to Kianna, she again told her the family would never accept another child in their home, especially a little black child, she warned her that the wealthy family would not wait one single day without a nanny for their three children. Shantelle told Kianna she was desperate to take her position once she left, and would do anything to be accepted by those people. There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then Kianna said let me think about your problem Shantelle, I'll call you back later and hung up the phone. Shantelle had absolutely no maternal feelings for this little girl, she looked at her only as a way to get some extra money. The child's lack of proper clothing or proper diet kept her body petite and in panties most of the day. To keep her constant whining down, she would sit her in front of the old TV and let her watch cartoons. Most of the time when Shantelle had to go shopping or clean somebodies house part time she would simply leave the little girl home alone. There were times she hoped somebody would break in to the apartment and kidnap the little girl, thinking to herself if that happened there were always others to take her place. It wasn't until after 7:30 PM that evening that the phone rang, she nearly tripped over the small stand rushing to answer the call, it was Kianna, and she had news regarding what she called "YOUR PROBLEM" She began by making Shantelle promise never to divulge anything mentioned to any other person. Then really perked her interest by telling her she got permission from her employer the Baxter Finches to take tomorrow off in order to attend a funeral back home. She said what she had to discuss with her was far too important to discuss over the phone, and said she would come to her apartment at noon tomorrow, then hung up the phone. THE DETAILS Shantelle was on edge the remainder of that day, wondering what was so important for her friend to come all the way from her comfortable and lucrative surroundings, back to the very last place she would ever want to. Everything seemed to bother her, and the little girl especially began to annoy her, with her complaining about not having ice cream in the freezer like her friends had or not having any soda to drink. If it wasn't one thing then it was another, to the point that Shantelle began to scream at her so loud, the child turned from her and tried to flee back to the bedroom, but in her haste she bumped into the table that held Shantelle's favorite lamp. The lamp fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. Shantelle went crazy with rage and ran after little Ticia chasing her into their bedroom, she grabbed a hair brush and then tossed the frightened little girl face down on their bed. The child had been wearing only her little cotton panties and Shantelle quickly yanked them down over her little ass and began to whack her with the hair brush Ticia began to scream "Nooo!! no! noooooo! Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh!! Nooo!" Aaaaahhhwww, aaaahhhwww but Shantelle brought the hair brush down across her poor naked ass cheeks again and again Aaaahhwww Ahhwww Ahhhhwwww!!" When she was finished she left and closed the door telling her no TV for you. Poor little Ticia cried herself to sleep. The following day little Ticia came out in the morning but tried to keep herself away from Shantelle, and Shantelle ignored her completely. True to her promise Kianna arrived a little past twelve noon, the two girls hugged and sat down at the kitchen table over coffee, but when little Ticia poked her head into the kitchen, Kianna looked up and said oh hello little girl and what's your name? Ticia smiled and introduced herself. Kianna told her who she was and asked her if she wanted something to eat. But Shantelle would have none of it, and said she's being punished, then glared at the child and said isn't that right you brat? Ticia nodded her head and looking at Kianna said shannie spanked me with the hair brush and it still hurts. Kianna said who's Shannie? oh she calls me Shannie answered Shantelle. Kianna looked at her friend and said did you really use a hair brush on her? Shantelle said yeah it was the first thing I saw, I would have used a belt but there wasn't any nearby. Kianna then surprised her friend by asking if she could take a look at the child's spanked ass, Shantelle answered nonchalantly go ahead suit yourself. Kianna said come here ticia, the little girl hesitated but when she saw Shantells angry face she came over and stood in front of Shannies friend. turn around and bend all the way over, Ticia became alarmed and began crying but bent all the way over and had her panties pulled down to her knees. Kianna touched the childs sore ass cheeks then gave them two very hard whacks....WHACK! WHACK! AAaaiiieeeEeeeiiiiieee!!" Shantelle couldn't believe what she was seeing and said holy shit girl friend why'd you go ahead and do a thing like that for? Kianna said to Ticia pick up your panties and go to your room and don't come out again unless your called you hear me? and she whacked her ass another two very hard times WHACK! WHACK!AAaaiiieeeEeeeiiiiieee!!" AAaaiiieeeEeeeiiiiieee!!" Ticia yanked her panties back up and ran inside the bedroom holding her hands over her spanked and sore ass cheeks. Kianna said I did that for a very good reason Shantelle its part of the reason I've come here, and why I couldn't speak to you over the phone. The reason I hurt the child was to get a reaction from you, to kind of see if you had any sympathy towards her if you knew she was being deliberately hurt. I think by your reactions, I can now proceed with the details of what you must be willing to do, to secure the job working for the Baxter Finches. Taking a sip of he coffee Kianna asked, are you still a virgin? Shantelle hesitated but then said yeah! but what of it? Kianna said because what I have to tell you has allot to do with sex, want me to continue? or does that bother you? Shantelle replies sure continue, you havent said anything much so far. Ok she says when I spoke to you on the phone you told me you were desperate for the job and you'd do anything it took to get it. Do you still feel the same way? She says yeah I do. Even if it meant giving up your precious virginity? Shantelle is taken aback, Oh God! what are you saying? Kianna says look now girl I came all the way over here and took a day off to do it, all because you said you were desperate, If what I say bothers you I'll just finish my coffee and head back. Think about it girl real hard because I havent really touched upon any of the things you really must be willing to do, and I assure you what I say only gets worse for you to accept. So what's it going to be? do we say goodbye now or do I continue? Oh damn get on with it yeah tell me everything I need to do. I just cant take this fucking place anymore that fucking kid in there is driving me up the walls with her whining and wailing I cant stand her. Go get me another cup of coffee........Sitting across the table from her childhood friend, Kianna begins....It wasn't very long ago that I found myself in the same circumstance you find yourself in presently. She says you know I'm surprised you never asked me about my step daughter Cordillia?....Shantelle says I always assumed you sent her back with her father, didn't you? ...her father? Kianna laughs ...that bum couldn't take care of a dog let alone a five year old brat hanging around the house? and him being drunk most of the time...fuck no.....so I was stuck with her. Shantelle says Oh I see, so where is she? Kianna looks straight into the eyes of her best friend and replies "DEAD I HOPE" Shantelle so stunned, she knocks her cup of coffee over onto the table.....SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! the coffee spill spreads quickly and begins to drip down onto the floor. Kianna grabs some paper towels and "Shantelle runs for the mop. After awhile with the spill attended to the two girls sit down again, and Kianna says you ok? Shantelle says I think so, I hope so. Want me to continue? Shantelle nods her head. It really happened quite by happenstance, I was feeling like there was no way out, like I was trapped. My five year old step daughter was a burden to me, I never planned on having a kid of my own and certainly not having his kid become my burden, and when her daddy ran out on me I was left without much of a future. I'm only one year older than you girl friend, and at that time I had nobody to turn to for support, and like you I forged some papers and pretended to be eighteen. So like I said I was feeling really shitty and dropped Cordillia off at one of the women's houses who ran a small day care for the neighborhood. Then took a walk and wound up at Big Moe's Tavern.... Shantelle says oh I know that place I pass it once in awhile. Kianna continues, well anyhow, I got a glass of beer and sat in one of the back booths, those booths have high backs and if your kind of small like me and you, nobody can see you. I sat there sipping my beer, feeling real low and thinking of running away but had no place to run to. I was half way through my glass of beer, when two girls entered Moe's, ordered some beers and took them to the back sitting in the empty booth attached to mine but closer to the front. They had no idea I was sitting in the booth attached to theirs the backs of the seats were attached together. They sipped their beers and began talking, and at that time of the day Big Moe's was not very busy, and I think besides the two girls and me, there were only two other customers, but they sat up front, so it wasn't really hard to hear what the two girls were saying. They were talking about some man they knew who they called the Lone Arranger, now at first I thought they said the Lone Ranger. and I giggled knowing the Lone Ranger was a fictional radio and television masked cowboy who shot up a lot of people. But the more I listened the more it sounded not like the Lone Ranger, but the Lone Arranger. I strained to catch every word they were speaking because what they were saying sounded like a way out for me, but it also sounded like a way into prison. The two girls were black girls like you and me, and one of them was leaving her job working as a nanny for this real rich white family. She was offering the job to her friend and was telling her what she had to do to get it. But her friend told her she couldn't possibly take the job because she could never take a live in job. She told her she had to take care of her ailing mother. As the two girls got up to leave, I saw my opportunity for a new and better life escaping me, and I simply couldn't let that happen, so I took a chance and stopped them before they left. Surprisingly they didn't toss me out on my ass but instead we all sat down again, ordered some more beers and began talking. The one girl who held the job as nanny began to explain slowly and in detail everything about this man they called the Lone Arranger. The man was about fifty five years old and white, he was a sexual sadist and pedophile, but for a fee he would arrange to lessen or completely eliminate any burden from the lives of his customers. There was one other thing that made this mans service attractive on the one hand, yet very scary on the other hand, and that was the fact that he would accept an alternative to the fee he normally would charge. After another round of beers the girl continued, she said the alternative to his monetary fee needed very careful thought, because it dealt with this mans fetish for inflicting sexual pain. The girl went on to tell me she didn't have first hand knowledge of his alternative method of payment simply because she had the cash to give him. But she did say she had "hear say" knowledge presented to her by two of her acquaintances. After hearing the things that he did to them, the girl said she was just so happy she had the cash. Kianna looked at Shantelle and said well there you have it girl friend, now you know what choice I had to make, and what choice you will have to make, I'll tell you one thing, I'm not sorry I made it. At lease it allowed me to leave this shit neighborhood and accept the conditions demanded by my employers. Shantelle gulped, and took a deep breath then blew it out through tightly puckered lips. She hesitated for a moment, but then asked, just to confirm her suspicion, she leaned over the kitchen table and whispered......Kianna you asked him to murder your step daughter Cordilla? Kianna replied also in a whisper, You said you were desperate, and you said to me you would do anything, anything at all, just to be able to meet the terms of my employers the Baxter Finches. Well I came all the way here to lay it on the line for you, now its your choice. She stands up walks over to the kitchen counter grabs a piece of scrap paper and takes a pen from her purse and jots down the telephone number of the Lone Arranger. She folds the paper up and tosses it on the kitchen table, then says I've got to return now....she gives her a hug and leaves. THE PHONE CALL & RENDEZVOUS For nearly two weeks Shantelle thought about nothing other than what Kianna told her. She and Ticia, the little seven year old child she fosted, still were not very compatible, and the occasional hair brush spankings continued. At the end of the second full week, Shantelle just could not wait any longer. After swallowing nearly one third of a small bottle of black berry brandy she had the false courage to dial that number. Surprisingly, the man did not have a very scary voice, but it was definitely the voice of a white man. She identified herself as being the close friend of Kianna, The man asked her to hold on the line so he could check his on-line accounts. He returned to the phone within less than five minutes and said the name she gave him was valid. He told her to say nothing over the phone, and then asked her if she could meet him in the local park at 9:00AM the next morning. Shantelle with her heart beating rapidly agreed, but then was told to bring her problem with her so that he could make a judgment on whether or not he wanted to accept her and her problem as a client, he said dress yourselves anyway you prefer. When you get to the park sit on an unoccupied bench and take your right shoe off and hold it on you lap, when I see you there, I will sit on that same bench and take my right shoe off as well. This way we will know each other without ever having met before. Do you understand and will you do as I request? Shantelle said yes to both questions. Early the next morning, because the weather was so hot that whole week, Shantelle dressed both herself and little Ticia in blue jean shorts, and short sleeve tops. They both got to the park ten minutes early and found an unoccupied bench, and Shantelle proceeded to take the right shoe off her foot and the child foot as well. Little Ticia kept on asking a million questions, but Shantelle told her to shut up and stay put. They waited for the man to come and meet them, not only did they wait until 9:00 AM, but they waited past 9:00 almost to 9:30 and when it seemed the man wasn't going to show up at all, Shantelle reached down to put her shoe back on. Jason was watching them for nearly 40 minutes, he was there all along, but was surveying them from a distance. Looking at both of them carefully and liking what he saw, he knew he would accept them as customer and victim. Before Shantelle could get her shoe on, he approached and sat down on the bench, then reached for his right shoe and slipped it off. He looked at her and said I'm Jason Mathews, you must be the friend of Kianna, Shantelle said yes I'm Shantelle Jackson. He then looked at the child sitting next to her and said, and what's this child's name? Shantelle said her name is Ticia. He said I would like for both of you to walk over to those trees bend down and pick up a blade of grass then turn around and come back. Shantelle took Ticia's hand and did as she was asked to do, Jason watched them from behind and watched them bend all the way over to snatch a blade of grass. Their tight blue jean shorts revealing the sexy shapes of their asses, when they returned Jason said I've seen what I needed to see, and based on what I've seen I will attempt to help you with your problem, providing of course that you have the means to pay for my service. Shantelle turned to little Ticia and said go play in the grass Ticia, when the child left them alone Shantelle began to explain to him that she didn't have enough money to pay him but said Kianna told her there might be an alternative method of payment. Jason looked her over carefully and said, did she explain what that method was? Shantelle got all flushed, even though her black skin hid the blush color, it could not hide the change in skin tone. She cleared her throat, and replied hesitantly...she told me it... ...it .....it, she began to sob...it... it ...it had to do with sex, oh and I'm a virgin mister I'm a virgin. Jason said how old are you Shantelle? still sobbing she said fifteen mister. Jason put his hand on her knee and squeezed it, then said I want you to understand completely who I am and what I do. I know you understand what I will do to that cute little child over there don't you? Shantelle continued to sob but nodded her head and said yes sir. Jason continued good, then you must also know that people bring their problems to me because they know I am not a gentle and kind man. They know I am a brutal and savage man, and that's why they reach out for me. So if you cannot pay money for me then the alternative will not be kind and gentle treatment, it will be brutal and savage. Naturally not anything like the poor little child playing in the grass will receive but nonetheless, it will be painful especially to a virgin. THE DECISION There will be no further meetings between you and I, once I get up from this park bench and leave, you will have to find another way out of your difficulties. Shantelle wiped the tears from her eyes, the mans hand was still on her knee and squeezing it. The one pressing factor that continued to plague her was the lack of time she had, it was now less than two weeks before those people the Baxter Finches would seek a replacement for Kianna, and if Shantelle didn't show up on their door step alone and prepared, they would most certainly find another. She just could not allow that to happen, she would not allow it to happen. She took a deep breath and said Ok sir, for me there is just no other way, so what must I do now? Jason's hand moves from her knee up along her naked thigh and he strokes the smooth black skin up and down stopping now and then to squeeze it. You will do exactly as I tell you, I need two days to clean up some rooms in my basement from the last customer. Three days from today you will order a taxi cab to bring both you and the little girl to the address I give you. You will pay the driver with the money I give you now, and he hands her fifty dollars. Two days from now you will prepare the child in the following manner, first you will tell her that I am a doctor, and since the child has not been receiving her yearly check-ups, she will need a very very thorough examination. To prepare for that examination she must receive three enemas, they will be given the day before you both arrive. That same day she will not be allowed to drink any fluids. I want her insides empty, I will not have a mess to clean up once I begin on her. The clothing you select for her to wear is of no importance, I will be removing each article one by one slowly, and inflicting sexually painful torture, gradually moving her toward her final end. Shantelle asks sir when you have finished with me, will I be free of her?...I mean how long will it take? I have little time sir, I will need to know. Jason tells her, Once I am finished with you, the child no longer will be a problem for you. THE REMEDY Shantelle was excited, and could hardly wait to get the child prepared. When the second day approached she grabbed little Ticia and told her she was going to give her an enema, well that seemed to set the little girl off, and she screamed and cried yelling NO! NO! WHY DO I NEED AN ENEMA I'M NOT SICK, and naturally Shantelle had no valid reason to offer except what she was told by the man in the park. So she told her that the man in the park was a doctor and he had to give Ticia an examination, that's why she needed to have three enemas. Ticia cried and pleaded but in the end she had to accept the enemas, after all it was the Doctor in the park she thought that asked for them. The following day Shantelle dressed herself in as plain an outfit as she could find, thinking she certainly didn't want to add any more incentives to what was about to happen to her. On the other hand she found the sexiest pair of little yellow panties for Ticia to wear, and even shortened the hem of her little dress, making it lay in such away across her upper thighs that it barely coverd her most private part. Little Ticia was as miserable as she could be, three enemas was a lot for the poor little child to tolerate, and the denial of drinking fluids only added to her discomfort. The shortening of the hem on her dress however didn't seem to bother her at all, since most of the times she ran around the apartment in only her panties. The time to depart finally arrived and Shantelle ordered a taxi cab as instructed by Mr. Jason. She was unfamiliar with the wooded area they drove through and when the taxi slowed down and turned onto a side road, she couldn't find any houses along the way. When at last she saw a house, it was a solitary house set back along a row of large trees. The taxi pulled up to the front of the house and stopped, She paid the driver and both her and Ticia got out. She watched the taxi depart the property. Then the two of them, looking so very small compared to the large setting they found themselves in, walked along the pathway to the front of the house. But before she could ring the bell, the door opened and Mr. Jason stood there in the threshold looking down at the two of them. Although he was the same man she met in the park, his appearance somehow seemed more ominous. His eyes traveled over them from head to toe, and seemed to linger a bit longer at the way the hem of Ticias short dress lay across her upper thighs. He glanced in Shantelles direction but for only a brief moment, and she was happy her choice of clothing did nothing to promote a more intensive look. Come in children its much to hot to stand outside in the sun. Once inside he motioned for them to follow him, and he led them to a medium sized room that resembled some type of office. There was a mahogany desk with a computer and stand adjacent to it. Behind the desk sat a black leather swivel type arm chair. Some file cabinets, and three book shelves hugged the walls. Four comfortable armchairs were placed about three of four feet around the desk, two directly in front and one each on either side of the desk. He motioned for them to sit in front of the desk. Once again his attention was focused on the child's dress, he thought to himself, even though he remembered telling Shantelle that their choice of clothing was of no importance to him, he had to admit the young girl certainly got his attention with the outfit she had chosen for the little girl. The child's little yellow panties were visible as she sat on the arm chair. He said come sit on this chair my dear, pointing to one of the chairs closer to his desk. Again Ticia had no trouble getting off and then getting back on the other chair, totally oblivious to the fact that each time she climbed up or down from a chair or other similar piece of furniture, it allowed others a clear view of her tiny little yellow panties, and it was that view that had already begun to stimulate his pedophilia, and he began to mentally visualize the sexual horror he intended for the poor little girl. He said I'm going to have to give you a very thorough examination Ticia, and its going to take a very long time. Ticia looked up at him and said but I'm not sick. Jason smiled and said perhaps not, but an examination does not mean your sick, it only means we must make sure that you are healthy, and can withstand certain tests. The seven year old little girl could not grasp what was being said, and only knew that the doctor man must be obeyed. He then said now I must speak with Shantelle, I have important matters to settle with her, then said now wait here and I'll return in a few minutes. Jason said come with me Shantelle I want you to see the waiting room I've prepared for Ticia while you and I settle payment issues. He took her down a corridor that led to a small waiting room. He smiled evilly and said now Shantelle pretend for a bit that you are Ticia and sit down on that chair over there. Shantelle did as he asked and sat down on a chair facing a television set attached to a VCR. He said now open one of those magazines on the end table next to you, it really doesn't matter which one you open, they're basically all the same. She opened the first one and her eyes popped wide open. the picture showed a little girl roughly around the same age as Ticia being brutally tortured by a man wearing a white doctors uniform. Jason laughed when he saw the astonished look on Shantelles face, turn a few pages he said, each page she turned was worse than the previous page and all of them showed little girls screaming with pain as their bodies were being brutalized. He said seen enough? Shantelles only reply was the exclamation OH MY GOD! then said yes, yes, I've seen enough. But Jason just laughed and said now just sit there and watch the TV. Shantelle new by her own selfish motives that she had arranged to have Ticia murdered, but didn't know the extent of punishment and pain it really entailed. Jason slid a video into the VCR and hit the play button, what began to play in front of her was far worse than the photos she saw in those magazines. Far worse because of the audio that accompanied the video. Little girls screaming at the top of their lungs but to no avail, as a a man dressed in doctors garb sexually abused them. The use of instruments on their tender little bodies was something out of the dark ages. Shantelle got up from the chair and said please no more. He said now I want you to imagine how Ticia will feel and react when I lock her in this room and tell her to watch some television and look at some pictures. He said ok come lets go get her, I'm going to put her in the room, then you and I have some business to tend to. After seeing that horrible video and those dreadful photos Shantelle was petrified of what this evil man would do to her. She followed him back to his office on shaky legs, and inwardly felt just the slightest tinge of sorrow for what was in store for Ticia . Come Ticia I'm going to put you in a television room while I'm busy with your foster sister Shantelle, you can watch some TV and look at some pictures in magazines, wont that be fun? Ticia nodded her head and said un huh, but then asked how long she would be there? Jason looked over at Shantelles now very concerned looking face and smiling said ohhhh I don't really know, maybe a few hours. Shantelle mumbled under her breath OH GOD! ...Jason smirked and said come along now I'm anxious to get started. Jason placed Ticia in the chair facing the TV then placed one of the magazines in her lap, taking note of how once again her cute little panties were uncovered. He said now Ticia here's the remote control for the TV. The room is sound proof because of the loudness generated by the television so wait until Shantelle and I leave before you turn it on or open the magazine. With that said he grabbed Shantelle by her hand and pulled her from the room. It was a lie he told Ticia about the room being sound proof, after all part of the pleasure of a sadistic pedophile is to hear the screams and pleadings of his victims and Jason would never deny himself of that pleasure. Once out side of the room, he made Shantelle remain with him until he was satisfied Ticia was being traumatized by what she saw. that satisfaction came quickly. Startled yelps of surprised anguish and loud pleadings to be let out of the room followed by pounding on the door. It was what Jason hoped for, and now that his plan was succeeding he was content to leave her inside the room screaming her head off. THE APPETIZER He grabbed Shantelles hand again and said now I have time for you, the words were like a dagger to her chest, and her interpretation was that she would now begin to experience some of the cruelty she knew him to be capable of. He took her down to the basement and into one of two rooms, she wondered if these were the rooms he mentioned to her when they met in the park. A chill ran up her spine when she recalled his words that day....."I need two days to clean up some rooms in my basement from the last customer"....She was shaking inwardly when the door opened and he gently pushed her inside, the door slammed behind her, and when the lights were switched on, she was able to see her surroundings. It was a rather nondescript room, with nothing other than a large bed, a plain armless chair, and that large barrel thing laying on its side in the center of the room. The barrel thing she later found out was an empty fifty five gallon drum that contained disinfecting cleaning compound. The drum was strapped to the floor and had two leather shackles attached to each side. No matter how she choose her clothing, Shantelles sexy exciting body could not be camouflaged. Ever since that day in the park when he had both Shantelle and little Ticia walk over to some trees and bend all the way over to pick up a few blades of grass, Jason had become obsessed with both their asses. He intended to use those asses to satisfy his lust. He began by saying Shantelle you know why you're here and I know why you're here, you don't have enough cash to pay for my servise, but you do have something I'm willing to take as payment. So why don't you take off your clothing and I'll take off mine, and we can begin to consummate part of our arrangement. Once I'm finished with your part of the arrangement I'll use Ticia to complete the rest of the arrangement. Shantelle knew the inevitable was at hand and prolonging it would only delay the outcome. She looked at him and said I'm so scared, please don't make it painful please. Jason said then don't fight it, its going to be painful but it will be much more painful if you fight it. Now stand with your legs spread so I can lubricate you, he approached her with a jar of Vaseline and begin shoving the lubricant inside her cunt and her ass hole using his long middle finger. aaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhh!" He laughed and said yeah! your very tight in both your holes he pulled his finger out and but more Vaseline on it then shoved it back inside both her holes and began a finger fucking motion in each hole aaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhh!" aaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhh!" aaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhh!". He said your about as lubricated as you can get, so I'm just going to have to begin by fucking your cunt first, so just stand there with spread legs and I'll do the rest. By now Shantelle was crying fairly regularly, the embarrassment as well as the pain were feelings she had never experienced. Jason ran his lubricated finger all over the head and shaft of his fleshy pole, then moved directly in front of her and began poking his cock against her mons, hers was bald as most young teenaged girls were these days, especially those residing in the warmer weather states, where beach going required a sexy girl to display her figure. Naturally the bikini dictated the need for a clean shaven pussy or a wax job. After a few pokes, he grabbed onto her hips and held her tightly pressed against his body. after dry humping her several times he reached between the two naked bodies grabbed the shaft of his throbbing cock and began to force the head past her outer labia, and then her inner labia. Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh!! EEEeeAAAaahhhhwwww once he succeeded in getting the head and much of the shaft past her pussy lips he began thrusting his aroused cock into her pussy and broke through her hymen. Some blood began to mix with the lubricant and made the humping of her once virginal pussy faster and easier. AEEIIIIIEEE!" she screamed, AEEIIIIIEEE!" and screamed again, but, Jason was enjoying himself at her expense, as he had done so many times before with others in similar situations. Not wanting to spend all his attention on Shantelles hairless twat, he withdrew from it. well that was fun, he said mockingly, but its that unbelievable ass of yours that I really want to fuck. OH GOD! No Please, Dear God please don't hurt me there please it'll hurt too much!. Her tearful pleading only made her ordeal that much better for him, and he moved behind her and held onto her hips from the rear. Then forced her over to the big fifty five gallon drum with the two shackles on the one side, and the two others on the opposite side. Jason next forced her body to lay over the big barrel like drum. She immediately resisted by struggling furiously, it wasn't until he began to pinch and twist her nipples----- AEEIIIIIEEE!" AEEIIIIIEEE!" AEEIIIIIEEE!" -----that she finally relented. Her wrists were bound to the two shackles on the far side of the barrel, and her ankles bound to the shackles on the near side. In so doing Jason managed to spread her legs far apart before attaching the ankle restraints. She was now bound and presented for the sodomy of that hot sexy ass of hers. Using his right hand he began to guide the tip of his big hard male phallus against her small anal opening, small but not un-accessible. The pre-lubrication with the Vaseline made entry possible, and several hard and forceful thrusts, even though she attempted to twist and gyrate her hips and pelvis, were not enough to prevent the head of his hard meat from pushing past and through her sphincter. With the head of his cock now buried within her butthole a few hard pulls on her hips allowed the rest of his erection to follow. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!OWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Through her screams Jason delighted in fucking her ass as hard as he could, while at the same time he reached under her and planting a long finger inside her already fucked pussy, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! "Ohhhwww! "Ohhhwww! . Her pain was his delight, and realizing his obsession by actually fucking her deliciously sexy ass, was enough to force an already overdue orgasm. UhhOwwwww!! UhhOwwww!", she felt his warm sticky ejaculations filling her butt hole in several squirts. But his finger fucking of her pussy had taken an effect on her. With his cum filling her ass and his finger working her clit, Shantelle had an orgasm AAAHHHHHH!"OOHHHH, OOHHHH, AAAAHHH!" "AAHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH!"OOHHHH, OOHHHH, AAAAHHH!" "AAHHHHH! her body shook and twitched with sexual stimulation. She thought to herself, it was over, she had made it through her ordeal, and was still in one piece . But not without a cost. Her virginity was forced from her, but willingly.... and that caused an uneasy feeling within her. She was also sodomized, the pain and anguish of that act, she hoped would not remain locked within her mind. When he released her from the torture barrel, he told her she had successfully completed her part of " The arrangement". He further said the child will no longer be any concern, nor pose any problems for her. She was on her way....next stop the Baxter Finches. THE MAIN COURSE Little Ticia had cried herself out, her little hands hurt from pounding on the locked door, and after awhile she slid down and lay in a fetal position at its bottom. After Shantelles departure, Jason Mathews, pretending to be the examination doctor, unlocked that door and tried to push it open. The force of the door being pushed against her young body caused her to awaken. The moment she awoke she began to recall the images of those little girls being sexually brutalized by a man in doctors clothes. She tried to run out of the room through the open door, screaming for Shantelle to take her back home. She said she didn't want any examination, and said bad things were being done to children by the doctor. But as she darted out, and before she could get past him, Jason reached for her and pulled her nearly off her feet. His left arm went under her right arm and across her back, whilst his right arm ran across the backs of her upper thighs. When he lifted her off her feet, the hem of her tiny little dress bunched up over the forearm of his right hand. He carried her squirming twisting and struggling little body from the small TV room down the hall through the basement door and down to the second of his two basement rooms. She continued resisting him, even when he told her he would punish her if she didn't stop fighting. But the sight of those little girls being sadistically brutalized by that horrible doctor, made her fight all the harder to get away from him, WAAAAAAAAAH!" howled Ticia, WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! WHERE'S SHANTELLE? LET ME GO I WANNA GO HOME. By now all her twisting and squirming caused the hem of her little dress to rise up far enough so that her sexy little yellow panties where clearly visible. Jason said as he carried her past the room he used for Shantelle and into that second room, your foster sister Shantelle is gone and you wont ever see her again. Your mine now for as long as I want to keep you, so you better behave yourself or I'll rip your little panties off and but my big Willie right up your little cuny. "Nooooooo!!! Puhhhh leazzzeeeee!" NOOOOOOOOOO!" NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! ! DON'T! I'LL BE GOOD! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jason carried the nearly hysterical little girl to a chair and sat her on his lap with her little yellow panties on display, he ran the fingers of his right hand up and down her naked thighs. "Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Waaaaaaaaah! little Ticia cried and asked why Shantelle left her all alone? Jason told her because shantelle went away and there was no place for Ticia , so now she would have to remain with him, and get her examination. Oh! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! PLEEEEEEEEASE! NOOOOOOOOOO! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE GOOD! Oh please Mr. Doctor don't give me any of those bad examinations I saw the other girls get in that other room, they were screaming and you were beating them, oh it was so terrible pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Mr. Doctor man pleaaaaaaaaaase don't do those things to me. But Jason said nothing to lesson her fears, instead he ran his fingers between her thighs and grabbed her panty covered little pussy and pinched it then cruelly laughed saying I think I'm going to punish you for resisting me while I carried you. NOOOOOOOOOO!" NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! NOOOOOOOOOO!" NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I'M SORREEEEEEEEEEEEY! But Jason flipped her over onto her stomach and hoisted both her dress way up to the small of her back, then yanked her panties down to her knees. He raised the palm of his right hand up above his head and then let it fly with great force landing it smack in the middle of both her tender little ass cheeks, THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! THWACK! THWACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Jason licked his lips, and then licked the middle finger of his right hand and drove it up her round firm little ass hole past the first knuckle of his hand "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWW!" By now Jason's rock hard cock was ready for use, it was swollen and bothering him as it tented his jeans. He pushed her off his lap, and she landed on her hip screaming, but her screams only intensified when she saw him beginning to remove his clothing. She was witness to a doctor man doing the same thing Jason was doing on that Television screen, in that awful small room she was locked up in. The more those images ran through her mind the more she became aware that the man in those dreadful movies and the man she knew as Doctor Jason were the same man. Once completely naked Jason began to do the same to little Ticia, she fought him as best she could but was certainly no match for his adult strength. Before she knew it she was hanging completely naked from two chains that dangled from the ceiling rafters, her tiny wrists shackled to the ends of both chains, Nooo!! no! noooooo! Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh!! Nooo!" Jason took his time stopping momentarily to pinch a tender nipple or twist her bald little pussy Aaaiihhhwwwww!! Iiiaaahhh! His next step was to get her little legs spread apart, this was easily accomplished by using his adjustable spreader bar, he placed it between her legs and adjusted it so that her legs were forced apart nearly twenty five inches. Both her ankles were bound to either end of the torture bar as the poor terrified little black child screamed her little head off AAaaiiieeeEeeeiiiiieee!!" her body twisted and jerked while she hung from the chains, tears streaming down her face. But Jason like always just took his time, he enjoyed the suffering, he enjoyed the torment, he enjoyed the sound of the screams. He walked around her hanging naked body, stopping now and again to twist and pinch a very sensitive nipple, or a tender ass cheek, or a delicate pussy lip. AEEIIIIIEEE!" AEEIIIIIEEE!" AEEIIIIIEEE!" He grabbed a jar of Vaseline and began to shove some of the lubricant up her teenie tiny ass hole and her tight cunt. He worked the Vaseline further and further up both holes by actually finger fucking her as she suffered and cried and screamed Waaaaaaaaah! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!OWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE!" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. He looked at her sobbing tormented face and said now its time for your examination ticia and I'm going to use my own personal probe see? and he grabbed the shaft of his swollen fuck rod and smiling evilly and sadistically began to rub the head of his throbbing cock up and down her cunt. Noooooo Noooooo pleaseeeeee don't put your big Willie in me pleaseeeeeeeeee But he did, and not only did he put it in her, he shoved it in her so hard, she swung backwards, and he had to grab her hips in order not to disengage from her pussy. Her hymen was torn with the very first thrust, and blood covered the head and part of the shaft of his raping cock. Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ---AEEIIIIIEEE!" she screamed and continued screaming as he drove in and out of her, rapidly fucking her tiny little pussy. "WAAAAAAAAAAH!"Oww, oww, owww," whimpering, "Eeeuhhh, eeeeiihhh, ieeeehhh," and cried even harderEEEeeAAAaahhhhwwww!" she shrieked, "OOOOwwwwiieeeeee! Owwiieee!" Aaaahhwww Ahhwww Ahhhhwwww!!" she screamed even louder. He finally shot his load inside her tiny tight little pussy and withdrew his now flaccid cock. He left the shocked and pain filled child hanging from the two chains and went to cleanse himself and recuperate. Fully rested and refreshed the evil Jason Mathews returned and slapped Ticia awake, she had collapsed after the last horrible assault and had to be revived SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! , her face and head being jolted from side to side with each stinging blow. OWWWWWWW! now fully awake she could only beg for mercy and cry, but down deep she knew how futile it would be to ask this demon to show her any mercy, and soon realized her greatest fear was not being able to recover from this awful mans cruelty. She was proven correct when he stood behind her and began to attack her tender ass, first slapping her cute little round firm cheeks and then fingering her ever so tight anal opening. Her asshole was being abused first with his long lubricated finger and then when that was pulled out he tried to force his big mean cock inside. "I'm gonna shove my cock into that cute little ass of yours, he said as he pressed his hard-on against her tiny hole, "Nooooooo!!!!! Puhhhh leazzzeeeee!" she wailed. it'll hurt too much! It's too big for me! Please, Don't put it in my butt! Please, don't put it in there! Ignoring the child's agonizing pleas, he began forcing his cock past her lubricated hole, forcing the head and shaft of his now fully erect and swollen phallus, past her sphincter and driving it deeper inside her tiny ass hole. Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Waaaaaaaaah! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!OWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE!" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!, she squealed. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT HURTS! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! SORREEEEEEEEEEEY! Jason humped her butt hole repeatedly while holding her by the hips and grinding himself against her ass. o He would occasionally reach a hand around her chest and slide it up to one of her two nipples and torture it first by pinching it and then by twisting it, then move his hand onto the other tender sensitive little nub and repeat the torture of it as well. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!OWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE!" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH. Once again her only relief from the pain was his ejaculation, and he reached orgasm even quicker up her ass then when he was raping her little cunt. His spent cock was withdrawn and he once again took time to recuperate, inorder to deliver the final sexual torture, that would inevitably lead to her demise. This time when Jason returned, he wheeled in a small grey metal cart. On top of the cart lay something covered by a plain cloth. But what poor Ticia's eyes saw that horrified her, was from the covered object ran electric wires. The wires were lengthy and had to be coiled up separately, Her fear was realized once he wheeled the cart over to where she dangled from the two ceiling chains and uncovered it. There before her startled eyes was a control panel containing three switches labeled mild, medium, and high voltage, coming from the control panel were the ends of the two electric wires, and connected to the control panel were other wires each ending with an Alligator clip. He moved swiftly now and connected the other ends of the two coiled wires to a wall outlet and then stepped back to the control panel which when switched on displayed an on/off indicator....the indicator showed red indicating power was now available. The control panel now emitted a low buzzing sound. Jason grabbed the four alligator clipped probes and began to insert and clip each one to poor Ticia's body. One to each nipple, and one on her inner labia and the last one he shoved up her asshole and onto the inside inner wall. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Don't shock me! Don't shock me!" screamed Ticia. But Jason ignored her once again and proceeded to flick the switch labeled mild. BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BWAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Ticia begged. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NYAAAAAAAAAAH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" shrieked Ticia, thrashing about. Jason licked his lips and soon changed the setting from mild to medium BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NYAAAAAAAAAAH! MY PUSSEEEEEEEEEY!" shrieked Ticia,-"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH NO! OH NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH NO! OH NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO There was a reason that the room' was deep in the basement her screams filled the small torture room. Ohhhwww! oh pleAAAwwAAWWWhhwww!! UhhhAaahhh!! UhhOwwwww!! UhhOwwww!" Jason now reached out for the switch marked high voltage......it was time he thought to himself as the child's suffering neared its final end. he activated the last switch, BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZ She started to go into low convulsions and you could tell she wasn't going to last much longer. That last big fatal dose, caused a massive and fatal trauma to her. Jason Mathews had filled his end of the arrangement and Shantelles problem was eliminated. Two months later he received a telephone call from a young sounding female asking if he was the Lone Arranger, he laughed and said yes. The voice than said she was a friend of Shantelle Jackson and wanted to know if he knew the name. 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