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 Marting McGrady Part One

   This story is meant for adults only.  It involves pedophilia and
violence.  Any resemblance of any character to any actual person, living or
dead, is purely a coincident.  Do NOT act out the events depicted in this
story.



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   The view from my bed in this 6 foot by 8 foot cell never changes.  For
three years now, I have sat on this bed and stared at the gray metal door
with its tiny window and the slot where, twice a day, the guards push
through a food tray.  For one hour a day, I am allowed to go into a small,
fenced-in exercise yard where I walk around in circles until I am led back
to my cell.  To the right side of my bed is a stainless steel toilet and on
the right hand wall is a lavatory sink of the same material.  A toothbrush
and small tube of toothpaste sit on the metal shelf above the sink.  Every
3 days I am escorted to the shower room where I have 10 minutes to wash
down my body, which is then sprayed with some sort of chemical by a guard.
At times, my surroundings become a blur as my mind tries to lift my soul
from my body in some supernatural escape but each time my focus returns and
my reality crashes down on me.  I have shed tears of desperation and
wished, no prayed, for the serenity of death.  I can see images of my life
as if they were projected onto the cold steel door; good times and bad
times.  Sometimes the horror of the acts that have imprisoned me are
replayed on the ceiling at night and it still excites me.

   My name is Martin McGrady.  I am 33 years old and for most of my life I
was a model citizen.  A Certified Public Accountant; graduated top of my
class from the state university.  Still a bachelor, I had a beautiful woman
who professed to love me.  I had a nice apartment in a small southern city
and a charming log house getaway buried deep on my own 50 acre tract of
wooded land just about 20 miles outside of town.  I drove a dark blue BMW
5-series sedan and also owned a large pickup Ford truck that I used when I
went out to my country estate.  I owned a beautifully restored classic Ford
Mustang and a couple of older cars that I would drive when I didn't think
the Beamer or the Mustang were clean enough to be presentable.  I guess I
would be described as the average guy.  I am of average height and weight
with brown hair and green eyes but I've done better than average at my
chosen occupation.  I am just not physically imposing, I suppose you could
say.

   For several years, I had a deep, nagging problem that constantly caused
bouts of insomnia and depression.  I just wasn't happy with my life.  My
beautiful girlfriend, Laura, had become very domineering.  She told me how
to dress and what to eat and when and where we would go on our next date. I
hate to admit it, but Laura was almost exactly like my mother.  Mom had
always been able to manipulate me.  I wore the clothes she picked out, I
studied the subjects she insisted that I study and she had always kept me
on a tight rein, demanding to know my every move as a child and even in my
teens and college years.  But even though, and probably because, Laura was
so much like her, my mother despised her.  At every opportunity she would
subtly criticize Laura and try to persuade me to break off our
relationship. Sometimes not so subtly.  In turn, Laura knew that she was up
against an old witch and she welcomed the challenge.  Laura knew that she
was in control because she was the one providing the sex.

   After a couple of years of this power struggle, I had come to feel like
a rag doll.  Or maybe like a turkey carcass being pulled apart by two
snarling bitches.  I longed for an escape from this situation but I just
didn't have the nerve to tell either of them that what I really wanted was
freedom.  I started having violent fantasies.  Not involving my mother or
Laura but rather my fantasies were about violating young girls.  Virgins.

   I never in my life had deflowered a virgin.  I lost my own virginity at
sixteen years old to a pot smoking, promiscuous classmate; a date that had
been arranged as a joke by one of my so-called friends.  Although I enjoyed
the experience, it meant nothing to me and even less to her and afterward I
just felt disappointed.  In college, I dated a few girls at the school and
enjoyed the sex when I got it.  I even thought I was in love a couple of
times but met with rejection each time.

   After college, I started working and making some big money.  I began to
spend time in singles' bars and topless bars.  I never became an alcoholic
but I always craved the excitement of a busy nightclub.  For about six
months, I dated a girl that I met in a bar who had two young daughters; one
6 and one 9, and I first thought of settling down.  It was at that time
that my attraction to young girls started to grow.  I recognized at the
time that it was a dangerous idea and the girls were probably fortunate
that the affair didn't last long or else I might have somehow molested one
or both.

   At age 27, I was introduced to Laura.  She was stunning.  Five feet six
inches tall with long blond hair and blue eyes.  A classic beauty.  Her
ample breasts were perfectly proportioned to match her shapely hips and
waist.  What else could a man ask for?  We started dating but she played
hard to get, making her even more attractive.  Several hot makeout sessions
led to nothing but aching balls and late night masturbation.  Finally,
after about three months, she granted me the honor of a full sexual
experience and it was worth the waiting.  I was definitely in love and it
seemed that Laura was too.  At least she loved something about me, though
she seemed to not care at all for my hobbies, my friends or anything else
that interested me.  But she was there for me and the sex, on those rare
occasions, was very satisfying and, at times, even passionate.  For the
first time in my life, I felt like I was a normal human being, capable of
love and being loved.  Within a year, she was talking about marriage and
having a family.  But the attraction to young girls was still in my mind
and I found myself seeking out opportunities to be close to them.  At the
mall, as Laura was shopping, I would have my eyes on all the teen and
preteen girls, drinking in the sight of their tight young bodies. 
Summertime at the country club pool was almost too much to bear.

   One day, about a year after I met Laura, I was sitting at a traffic
light in the town's business district when I spotted a group of four young
goddesses crossing in the crosswalk.  Just guessing I would say they ranged
in age from 10 to 12.  That was when the those old girl love fantasies
really pushed forth from my psyche into the realm of possibility.  What
would it be like to kidnap a young girl, take her to some secret spot and
have my way with her?  How could I do it and get away cleanly so that no
one would ever suspect?  If I did it properly, maybe with enough
intimidation, she wouldn't even report it.  I could hide my face so that
she couldn't recognize me.  All the details began to pour through my mind;
where to do it, how to do it; where to find the girl?  Then the light
changed and I went on my way but that night, as I lay in bed alone, the
thought returned and I had to masturbate before I could go to sleep.  The
next morning the idea was still alive but I told myself to stop the
craziness and let it go.  But the fantasy kept returning, more and more
detailed each time.  As the months went by the details changed and grew
until I had worked out a plausible scenario.

   Where to do it was obvious.  My weekend house in the woods was very
secluded.  No one would be able to see or hear anything.  She could scream
all she wanted and no one would ever hear.  When to do it was a different
thing though.  Laura and my mother were always checking up on me as if they
didn't trust me or didn't want me to have time to think for myself.  But
all that thought was ridiculous anyway because I knew that no sane person
would do such a thing.  There were days though when my sanity was beginning
to slip away.  Pressures at work and pressures at home were beginning to
pile up and even my free weekends became more and more rare.

   In the Spring of the year,soon after my 29th birthday, I had to meet a
client to discuss a real estate venture that he was considering.  I met up
with him and his real estate agent in a new housing development on the
north side of town on a cross street called Wesleyan Drive.  The street was
about an eighth of a mile long and started and ended at other streets. 
There was only one house built on the street so far, located on the third
lot to the left after you turned in from the south.  We had parked our cars
toward the far end away from that house and were discussing the price of
the lots when I noticed a school bus stopping at the other end of the
street.  Two girls got off of the bus and started to walk up the street. 
One was brunette and a little taller than her petite blond companion.  It
must have been the bus from the Catholic school because the girls were
dressed in identical outfits, knee length blue plaid skirts, white shirts
with a blue tie, shiny black shoes and white socks.  When they reached the
house, they stopped and talked for a short time and then the brunette
turned to go into the house.  The blonde kept walking toward us until she
got about 50 yards away, then she cut off across a vacant lot just past a
small wooded area on the east side of the street.  I noticed that there was
a well worn path across the lot which led all the way to the next cross
street, probably 100 yards away at that point.

   From the corner of my eye, and as my client and his agent discussed the
property, I watched the girl walk towards the other street.  She was
gorgeous.  Barely 5 feet tall, maybe 80 pounds with just the slightest hint
of developing breasts pushing against her white blouse.  Blonde hair in a
ponytail down to the middle of her back.  I watched her as she walked.  She
had a pink backpack strapped across her shoulders with some sort of
childish applique on the flap.  Then I realized that she was almost an
exact copy of Laura, only 15 years younger.  She already had the sexy side
to side sway of a woman.  She walked through to the other street and never
bothered to look our way.  To rape her and control her would be just like
having absolute control over a very young Laura, something that I had
certainly never had during our relationship.  That gave the fantasy another
measure of excitement that I had never considered.

   "So what do you think of this, Martin?" asked Jack, my investor client.

   "What?" I asked.  "OH, well, uh, I think the numnbers could work out
quite well at that price.  I will need to run them up on a spreadsheet and
let you know for sure."

   I got my mind back to the business at hand and we talked for a few more
minutes.  I told Jack I would call him the next day and let him know what I
thought about the deal.  We all then got into our cars and started to
leave. I sat there for a few minutes and waited for them to leave first,
then I pulled my cock out of pants and started to jerk off as the vision of
that lovely girl ran through my head.  Fortunately, I had some napkins in
my console and I launched a large wad of jism into the paper before I could
bring myself back to reality.  She was perfect.  Everything about her fit
my fantasy.  I looked around and took in more details of the area and could
see in my mind's eye how to accomplish my goal.  But what were the
variables?  Did she always come that way from the school bus?  Did her
friend ever accompany her all the way to her house?  How would I get her
into my car?  How would I get away without someone seeing or hearing?  How
to keep her from screaming for help?  How could I get out to the log house
without Laura or Mom suspecting anything?  It would take some more thought
before I would be ready but I knew this could be my dream come true but if
I failed to cover my tracks it would soon be my biggest nightmare.

   Over the next few days, more details began to emerge.  The fantasy had
now become an obsession.  I knew I wanted it to be more than just a quick
fuck.  I wanted her to be scared, I wanted her to feel pain when I thrust
my cock into her.  I didn't want to make love to her, I wanted to rape her
in a way that she knew she had been violated.  Spanking would be a part of
it.  How to keep her under control?  I would need to tie her up somehow. 
The basement of my log cabin was finished, with two separate rooms and a
small half bath.  There was a fullsize bed with brass head and foot boards
in one room and exercise equipment in the other.  I could modify the weight
bench to raise her to just the right height, then tie her hands down to the
legs of the bench.  That would be perfect.  For some time I had been
thinking of a scenario.  I would tell her a story.  A story of a young girl
caught in a compromising position who is punished by spanking.  Should I
spank her with my hand?  I knew I didn't want to whip her with a belt or
anything like that.  Then it hit me.  A bolo paddle, the kind with a ball
attached to a string that you bounce up and down.  Some of the teachers in
school had used those, though, personally, I had never been paddled with
one.  That would be perfect too, if any store still sold the things.  But
the biggest question of all was how to get her into my car?  Could I just
pull up beside her and pull her into the car?  She would surely scream and
probably fight for her life plus I had to keep her under control for the
long drive out to the house.  I had to come up with a way to do it quietly.
CHLOROFORM?!?  I had seen it used in the movies before but really had no
idea if it would actually work.  And where would I find it?  I looked on
the internet to find out more about the chemical anesthetic.  I found that
it was not illegal to purchase but might be difficult to find and could be
lethal if I used too much.  I didn't want to kill her.  The info said that
it was sometimes used by insect collectors so I thought I might find it at
some sort of scientific supply store.  I located one in the phone book and
called to ask about purchasing it for by "collecting work".  They had no
problem with selling it to me so I went down the next day and picked up a
small bottle.  I actually tried it out on myself and just a small dab on a
cloth nearly knocked me out cold.

   But now back to the next biggest obstacle.  How to do it without Laura
or anyone else finding out.  As fate would have it, the following week
Laura told me that she and her friends were going to have a girl's get
together at the beach in just two weeks.  Now my mind was racing.  I had to
get all the details ready without her seeing or suspecting.  I usually only
went to the house on the weekends but I had preparations to make so I told
her that I was going to take a day off and get some work done before the
weekend.  She thought that was a bit odd but I told her I didn't want to
spend all weekend working when I should be chilling and spending time with
her.  That worked well enough so a couple of days later I went to the house
and worked on the weight bench, getting it to adjust to a height that was
just level with my cock as I stood behind her; the other end I had to raise
until it was at the right height for her to suck on my cock as I sat in
front of her.  I found an old blanket and cut it up into long thick strips
to use as binding for my lovely victim.  With the preparations made, all I
needed now was to capture my prey.  Laura would be leaving on Sunday so I
put in for a week's vacation starting that Monday.  With luck, I would be
living my fantasy that night.  The thought of what this all meant naturally
made me so nervous and apprehensive that at times my body would start to
shiver and shake.  I knew I couldn't go through with it.  But then maybe I
could.  What if everything lined up perfectly so that all I had to do was
act on it?  Could I?  There would only be one chance and it all had to go
right or I would go down hard.

   The following day, I stopped into a discount store and looked around for
the bolo paddle.  Sure enough they had several in the toy department.  The
only item missing now was something to cover my face.  I had thought about
buying some womens' nylons and stretching one leg over my face.  Then I
remembered that I had an old ski mask at home, the type with eye and nose
openings that would completely cover my face.  That should work great.

   The Saturday night before Laura was to leave, we went out to dinner and
I found it extremely difficult to keep my mind from thinking of new details
for my hideous plan.  Laura asked once if I was feeling well and I assured
her that there were some pressing matters at work.  We went back to the
apartment instead of driving out to the house.  About an hour after we got
back, the necking started.  After a few minutes, she kneeled down in front
of me, unzipped my pants and proceeded to suck my cock with an enthusiasm
that I hadn't seen in a while.  She sucked and stroked my cock, making it
as hard as an oak limb.  She paused just long enough to pull off her blouse
and bra.  She had delicious, perfect tits that I had sucked so many times
in the past but tonight they were just for show as she went back to licking
and sucking my cock and balls until I couldn't hold back anymore.  Through
all her loving attention my mind could only see that perfect preteen body
that I planned to have in the coming days.  I could hear her protestations
and her moaning and squealing as I hammered her virgin pussy.  Laura sucked
until the last second then pointed my cock toward her heaving breasts just
in time for me to shoot three streams of hot cum onto her beautiful brown
nipples.  She then put it back in her mouth and drained me onto her tongue.
I was breathless and totally spent.  I suppose with some encouragement I
could have given her more but before long she said that she had to go and
pack for the trip.  I gave her a long passionate kiss--after she had washed
the cum down with a cup of wine--and told her to have a safe trip, all the
while thinking about my wicked plan.

   When Monday came, I had lost all confidence in my plan.  I was afraid.
Terrified really of the consequences of my impending demonic actions.  Who
else but a demon would think to do such a thing to an innocent young girl?
When I thought of what I had to do, my nerves became overloaded and a
frightful shivering and shaking would rack my body so I knew I could never
go through with it.  But when the shaking stopped my penis was already
getting firm.  The evil in me kept prodding so I decided to at least scout
the area.  I waited until afternoon and drove into town in my BMW.  After I
had lunch, I drove to Wesleyan Drive and waited at the same location where
we had parked on the previous visit.  It was almost time for the bus when I
parked so I didn't have to wait long.  The bus arrived and my darling
disembarked with her friend and started walking toward me.  I picked up
some papers that were on the seat and hid my face as I watched her
approach. Just as before, she cut off across the vacant lot and made her
way toward the next street.  I watched every step she made until she
arrived at the backdoor of her own home, which faced on the next street to
the east.  She was even prettier than I remembered.  The sight of her made
me light headed and watching her slim hips as they swayed made my cock
start to stiffen and my heart pounded in my chest.  I had to go through
with the plan, I just had to have her!  I would never find a more perfect
setup to fulfill my heinous fantasy.  Maybe tomorrow, I thought.

   Of course, the next day, it rained for most of the day.  That didn't
figure into my plans because my plan now involved faking car trouble.  I
didn't want to stand out in the rain and, probably, she wouldn't walk home
in the rain anyway.  I figured that someone would probably pick her up at
the bus stop.  So I sat home and drank and brooded all day.  The one thing
I did do was to move my Mustang out of the garage to make room for my
getaway car.  If anyone identified it, the police wouldn't be able to see
if from the air if it was hidden in the garage.  One of the old cars that I
owned was a mid 1990s Chevy Caprice, a large four door sedan, gray in color
and very nondescript.  Maybe no one would take note of it sitting beside
the street.  Maybe...that was a huge word now.  Maybe I could...

   On Wednesday morning I woke up with only one thought in my mind; that
beautiful blonde that I knew I had to have.  The weather was perfect, there
were no more excuses.  It had to be today or never.  I had a bowl of cereal
for breakfast and then at 10 am had a shot of bourbon to calm my nerves.  I
sat in front of the tv and watched the clock on the mantle as it ticked off
the seconds to my destiny.  Lunchtime came and went with another shot of
bourbon and the seconds kept ticking off.  At 1:30, I picked up the ski
mask, the chloroform and two white handkerchiefs and started up the Chevy.
I was still a little early but I thought I should ride through the
neighborhood and check for any surprises, such as other people looking at
the properties or people working in the area.  I cruised up Wesleyan and
circled around to the next street.  All was clear.  Now I just had to time
it out just right so that I wasn't parked for very long.  Both times that I
had seen her, the bus had arrived right at 3 o'clock so I didn't want to
get there much before that.  I rode out of the neighborhood and returned
just at 2:55 and parked the Chevy about 10 feet short of where the trail
cut across the vacant lot--on the east side of the street heading north.  I
sat and waited, keeping a lookout for potential witnesses or other
complications to my plan.  I rolled down both of the front windows in case
I had to jump inside quickly.  At 3:02, the bus arrived.  I looked in my
outside mirror and saw her.  As always, she was with her friend and they
stopped to talk but only for a few seconds.  While they chatted, I cranked
the engine and popped open the hood of my car and got out to look at the
engine.  I had the ski mask on but it was pulled up on top of my head so
that it didn't look odd to anyone who happened to pass by.  I had the
chloroform and the handkerchief ready to go.  I looked down the street and
saw that she was walking my way on the opposite side of the street.  I am
sure she saw the car and would probably try to avoid coming too close.  I
kept my head under the hood, acting like I was checking out a problem.  She
was getting closer, just 50 yards now.  Then 20 yards,then ten.  My hands
were beginning to shake and I was sweating badly.  She was almost to the
car now.  I could see her through the windshield, still wearing the same
type of school uniform but today her hair was hanging freely over her
shoulder to down below her breasts, her pink backpack was securely strapped
over her shoulders.  I wasn't sure if she would try to come behind the car
or go around the front or even avoid the path altogether and go on up to
the next street.  Then she was there!  I was looking down at the engine
when she made a sharp right turn and started across the road in front of
the car.  She was almost dead in front of the car when I made my move.  I
tugged the ski mask down to cover my face, grabbed the chloroform soaked
handkerchief and quickly lunged for her.  I grabbed her right arm with my
right hand and jerked her back into my body then slapped the handkerchief
across her nose and mouth with my left.  She tried to jerk away but the
chloroform hit her immediately and she went limp.  I had to wrap my left
arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the pavement.  I was
surprised at how hard it was to move her in her unconcious condition but I
dragged her back to the passenger side door and shoved her in, feet
first,through the open window.  I looked around to see if anyone was
watching but I didn't see anyone.  I slammed down the hood, ran around to
the driver's side and jumped in, put the car in gear and threw some gravels
as I accelerated away with my prize.

   I made a right turn at the dead end and then right again at the next
street to make my getaway, passing right in front of the girl's home.  I
only had a small section of town to drive through before I reached the
highway and turned west toward my lair.  The girl was still unconcious
until I was a couple of miles out of town, then she started to stir and
moaned a little.  I waved the handkerchief under her nose again and she was
out.  She didn't move again until I was just about to turn up my driveway.
Again, I let her have a quick sniff of the chloroform and that kept her
quiet until I was in the garage.  That was the first time that I was able
to really get a good look at her.  It was also when I realized that I had
very probably thrown away the rest of my life.  It was too late to think
about it now, though.  If I was going to have to pay then I would do
something to make it worthwhile.

   I got out of the car and went around to the passenger side.  I plucked
her out of the seat and cradled her in my arms.  I opened the door to the
kitchen, which I had had enough foresight to leave unlocked, and carried
her straight down to the bedroom in the basement.  She was starting to stir
again and I remembered that my face was still exposed, so I pulled down the
ski mask and then started tying her hands to the headboard.  By the time
that I had her legs spread eagled and tied off I could see that her eyes
were open.  I peeled off a piece of duct tape from a roll and stuck it
across her mouth so that she couldn't scream then waited for her to come
around.  It only took a couple of minutes until her eyes grew wide with
terror and she started to thrash and pull at her bindings.  She was trying
to scream but the tape muffled her cries.

   "Be quiet and calm down," I told her.  "Be quiet and I won't hurt you."

   Her eyes were practically bulging out of her head from the terror.  I
could feel my dick getting hard already.  I had done it.  She was mine to
toy with and I was ready to take her to the next level.  But first, I
wanted to calm her down and let her cool off a little.  I felt like my
bladder was going to explode so I left her there and went to the small
bathroom between the two basement rooms.  When I came back she was still
pulling against the ties, trying to break free.

   I gave her just a light slap on her left cheek, just enough to get her
attention and said,"Stop fighting and calm down before you hurt yourself. I
will go and get you something to drink but you have to stop fighting."

   With that I left her there and went upstairs.  I fixed myself a boubon
and coke and sat down in my favorite chair to relax and calm myself down.
My mind was racing a million miles a minute trying to grasp the full
reality of what I had done.  After about an hour, I fixed her a cola on
ice, found a drinking straw and headed downstairs.  She was just lying
there very still until I came into the room.  Again she started to pull at
the pieces of cloth that held her down.  I pulled the duct tape from her
mouth and she screamed,"Please, please, take me home.  Please don't hurt
me." I offered her the cola but she turned her head away and
screamed,"NO!". I put the tape back over her mouth and left her again. 
This time I stayed gone two hours and when I returned and offered her the
cola, she gratefully took a sip through the straw.

   "Who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, much less
defiant than before."My head hurts so bad.  Please don't hurt me!"

   "I am not going to hurt you," I replied.  "We are just going to play
some games and then I will take you home.  I will get you a Tylenol for
your headache.  Just chill."

   I went upstairs and found the Tylenol in my bathroom cabinet.  When I
returned she took the 2 pills and washed it down with the cola.

   "If I leave the tape off of your mouth, do you promise not to be
screaming?  There is no way that anyone can hear you, so you are only
hurting your voice to scream.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, yes.  I promise."

   After she finished off the cola, I took the glass and went back
upstairs. When I returned to the basement she was lying still with her eyes
closed.  She awoke with a start and a cry when I checked her bindings.  "Be
quiet or I will tape up your mouth," I commanded.  She did as I said and I
went back upstairs and watched television.  At 10 PM, the news from the
capital city came on the air, the lead story being the apparent abduction
of 11 year old Melissa Harrison.  The police were using all their resources
to locate her.  A witness had reported seeing a large gray car in the area
that day but they couldn't identify the driver.

   So, now my captive had a name, Melissa, and she was just 11 years old.
After the news, I returned to the basement and found her awake, looking up
at the ceiling.

   "Well, Melissa, is your headache doing better?"

   "How do you know my name?" she asked.

   "Oh, I know a lot of things Melissa and I am going to find out a lot
more.  So you are 11 years old?  Melissa, do you know about a woman's
period?  Her monthly period, I mean."

   "Yes, I know about it.  Why?"

   "Do you have periods, Melissa?  Have you ever bled out of your pussy?"

   I could tell she was taken aback by the questions and probably by my
wording and she didn't answer.

   "I see.  You like to keep secrets.  Soon you won't have any secrets
left, Melissa."

   I stood over her and gave her a good once over with my eyes.  She was a
very pretty girl with full lips and sparkling blue eyes.  Her complexion
was perfectly smooth.  I could barely see the outline of her bra beneath
her white cotton uniform shirt.  I reached for her dark blue tie and slowly
loosened it.  When it was untied I pulled it out from under her neck and
layed it across her stomach.  I then unbuttoned the top buttons of her
shirt.  I could see her eyes grow wider as I teased her, making her think I
was going to undo all the buttons.

   "Please don't," she pleaded.

   "Okay, I won't.  Not now."

   I raised her head up with my left hand and slid the tie under her neck
and pulled it around, crossing the two ends and pulling it snugly against
her throat.  She started to thrash and screech but she couldn't pull her
hands free to defend herself.

   "Please, no.  Please don't."

   Then I pulled it again, tighter, until she stopped talking and I could
see the panic on her face as she lost the air to her lungs.  Her face was
getting very red and her eyes were starting to bulge out when I finally
loosened the tie and let her breathe again.  She sucked hard at the air and
began to cry.  I slapped her lightly on the face again and told her to be
quiet.  I then moved my attentions to the lower part of her body.  I took
the hem of her blue and white plaid skirt and pulled it up until I could
see her pure white little girl panties.  She had recovered enough now to
realize what I was doing and started begging again for me to stop. 
Instead, I put my hand on her little mound and began to lightly rub it.  I
then moved my fingers between her legs and started to stroke her slit,
paying careful attention to the area of her love button.

   "No, please don't do that.  Please."

   "Why not, Melissa?  I am going to make you feel good.  Very good.  Do
you ever rub yourself like this?"

   "No.  Please don't."

   I chuckled and continued to rub her clit.  I used my fingers to pull her
panties aside just enough to get in between her pussy lips and probe at her
vaginal entrance with my middle finger.  I then moved up and massaged her
citoral area with a little more pressure.  Now she was starting to moan a
little, her breathing was becoming a little heavier and more irregular and
I could feel her temperature beginning to rise.  I looked at her face and
saw that her eyes were closed.  I pulled my fingers out and then pulled her
panties down just enough that I could see the top of her slit.  I leaned
down and started to kiss her mons and licked gently around the top of her
moist little chasm, but I was at an awkward angle so I couldn't do my best
work for her.

   Her temperature was continuing to rise.  As I kissed her lower abdomen,
I used my middle finger and thumb to rub her clit.  She was breathing quiet
heavily now.

   "Do you ever touch your little spot, Melissa?"

   "No.  No please don't," she moaned.

   I chuckled again and stood up, taking away my fingers as I stood.

   "Okay then.  If you don't want to play then we won't."

   I started to leave but she called to me, "Please, I have to go to the
bathroom.  Please."

   "Okay, I will untie you but don't you dare start any trouble.  I don't
want to hurt you but I will.  Do you promise?"

   Yes, I promise.  Please, I really have to go."

   So I untied her feet and then her hands and led her to the basement
bathroom.  She sat on the pot and relieved herself, a heavy flow of urine
splashing the toilet water.

   "How is your headache?" I asked.

   "It's better."

   When she finished her potty, she sprang up from the seat and rushed at
me, trying to run me over and escape but I grabbed her hair and pushed her
to the floor.  She was screaming again.  I pulled her up and drug her by
her hair back to the bed.  I slapped her again and then put my right knee
across her chest as I tied her left arm back to the bed post.  She was
still screaming and kicking as I tied up her right hand.  Then I took the
duct tape and stuck it across her mouth again before tying up her legs. 
Tying her legs was a hard task as she had strong little legs, apparently
from running and maybe playing soccer at school.  After she was secured, I
was sweating like a pig.  I left her there and went back upstairs.  I lay
down on my sofa and tried to rest and gather my thoughts, try to relax for
a few minutes or even a few hours before I collected my prize, the virgin
cunt that lay in my basement boudoir.  After a few minutes though I arose
and returned to the basement.  She was lying there with her eyes closed
again but still pulling weakly against the heavy strips of cloth that bound
her to the bedposts.

   "Go to sleep," I told her and turned off the bedroom light.  Now that
she was in darkness, I hoped she would calm down and rest so I could do the
same.  I returned to my sofa and eventually drifted off to sleep.  I woke
up a couple of times and went to the basement door to listen but I never
heard anything unusual.  The whole episode of the previous day had been so
nerve wracking that I now felt too exhausted to carry out my assault.  But
I knew that I had my prey under control, to take at my pleasure.  After
that I slept on the sofa until about 9 AM the next morning.

   When I awoke, I thought I heard a noise coming from below.  It took me a
few seconds to remember just what I had stored in the basement.  I sprang
to my feet, grabbed my ski mask and pulled it down, then rushed downstairs
to investigate.  I found her again jerking hard against her restraints. 
When she saw me, she tried to scream but the tape over her mouth muffled
the sound.

   "You need to calm down," I said.  "Would you like something to eat? 
It's morning already."

   She shook her head no and kept making the muffled sounds behind the
tape. I left her and went back to the kitchen.  I didn't have very much
food on hand since I wasn't much of a cook.  I had a few frozen dinners in
the freezer but I didn't want to fool around with those.  Then I remembered
I had a few old Pop Tarts in the pantry.  I pulled one out and tasted it.
It wasn't too stale so I pulled another one out, fixed a couple of glasses
of milk and headed back to the basement.

   I pulled the tape from her mouth and stuck the Pop Tart to her lips and
said,"Here, eat this."

   She must have been pretty hungry because she didn't argue.  She ate a
few bites and then I let her sip a drink of the cola through the straw. 
She finished off the pastry and cola and lay her head back on the pillow. I
pulled my ski mask up above my mouth and ate my Pop Tart and sat and
watched her.

   "Please, let me go.  My Daddy will give you money if you let me go."

   "Honey, I know where you live.  Your Daddy doesn't have any money.  I
will let you go when I am ready to let you go.  As soon as you do a couple
of favors for me.  "

   I left her and again went upstairs.  I sat in the chair with the
television on but I wasn't paying any attention to what was on or what was
being said.  I was thinking of details that I wanted to go through so my
fantasy worked out just right.  I would tell her a naughty story and then
spank her and then rape her.  Again, the thought of it made my body shake
and tremble but not as bad as it had before.  I could see it all in my mind
and I soon had a stiff erection in my jeans.  I thought about jerking off
but I wanted to save it all for her.  I let my mind wander for a little
while and fixed myself a peanut butter sandwich to build up my energy. 
About noon, I thought that I had waited long enough.  In fact, it had taken
this long to get the nerve to take on the little tiger cat.  I was sure she
still had some fight in her.  Butit was time for my fantasy to become
reality and her virginity would be history.

   I first went to my bedroom and found a very loose fitting pair of blue
gym shorts.  I removed my pants and underwear and slipped on the shorts.  I
took off my shirt and threw it on the bed and checked my physique in the
bedroom mirror.  I was still in decent shape and would have no trouble
putting forth a passionate domination of my young victim but, when I looked
at my eyes, I saw a monstrous beast staring back at me.  I left that visage
behind and went to the kitchen and picked out a long, sharp, slender knife;
I pulled the ski mask over my face and headed to the basement.  When I
walked into the bedroom she was lying very still with her eyes closed.  She
might have been dozing but when she heard me approach she opened her eyes
and looked at me.  I layed the knife across her throat and watched as the
panic shown in her eyes.

   "We are going to play a game, Melissa, and you are going to do
everything that I tell you to do.  Do you understand?  If you don't do
everything exactly as I ask, you just might get cut.  Do you want that?"

   Her eyes were wide and she shook her head to acknowledge.  I pulled the
duct tape from her lips and told her to lie still while I untied her.  Once
she was loose, I grabbed her by the wrist of her right hand and led her to
the exercise room.  The weigh bench/fuck platform was in the middle of the
room so I directed her to lie down on it.  She asked if she could go to the
bathroom and I told her she would have to wait.  She did as she was told,
lying forward with her waist between the upright barbell supports, and I
tied her hands down to the short legs of the bench.  The bench had just a
slight inclination so that her head was just a little lower than her
bottom. I left her legs untied, then stood back and admired the sight of my
captive being held by my invention in the perfect position for a brutal
fucking.  Her golden blonde hair hung down beside her face, almost reaching
the floor.  I pulled a chair up to where I could sit just in front of and
beneath her head.  I reached out and touched her hair and stroked her head
and back.

   "Melissa, are you a good girl?  Do you ever get in trouble at school?" I
asked in a calm deliberate tone while gently stroking her dangling hair.

   "No, I never get in trouble."

   "So, if you got in trouble what would they do as punishment?"

   "You have to go to time out or even to detention.  After school."

   "I guess they don't have corporal punishment anymore.  They don't spank
kids who are unruly?"

   "No they don't do that.  Only time out."

   "When I was in school, the teacher would spank your bottom with a wooden
paddle if you were bad.  They would take you out into the hallway and all
the other kids in the other classrooms could hear the sound echoing down
the hallway as that paddle stung little kid's ass.  Usually just three good
loud pops.  You could usually hear the kid crying afterwards and it would
give you a funny feeling inside to know that someone was getting whacked.
But you have never heard that sound, have you, Melissa?"

   "No.  They don't do that."

   "Melissa, I want to tell you a story about a little girl...like you;
very sweet but also a very naughty girl.  We will call her Melissa. 
Melissa had a crush on a boy named Johnny and she knew that Johnny liked
her too.  For a week or so they had been walking around the playground and
talking everyday at the recesses.  Do you have a boyfriend, Melissa?"

   "No, I don't."

   "I bet you do.  I bet there is someone that you like.  Or do you like
kissing girls?  I saw you talking to your friend from school, do you ever
kiss her, Melissa?"

   "No, of course not."

   "Okay good.  So one day at recess, Johnny was slow getting out into the
hall and Melissa stopped and waited until he came out of the classroom. 
They were behind the other kids as they made their way outside to play. 
After a few steps, Johnny took Melissa's hand and pulled her into the
janitor's closet.  In there, among the mops and buckets, Johnny pushed
Melissa up against the wall and kissed her right on the lips.  Melissa was
surprised but she liked it and she let Johnny kiss her again and again."

   I lifted Melissa's hair up from the side close to me and laid it over
her other shoulder.  I took the middle finger of my right hand and rubbed
her lips with it.

   "Johnny even pushed his tongue inside Melissa's mouth, which was
something that she like very much.  She could feel herself getting hot but
she really liked kissing Johnny.  Then Johnny stepped back away from
Melissa and unzipped his jeans.  He then pulled his penis out and guided
Melissa's hand to touch it.  she was surpised at how smooth it felt and how
hard and straight it was sticking out at her.  Then Johnny told her that he
wanted her to suck it.  You know about sucking dick don't you, Melissa?" I
flicked my cock loose from the leg of my shorts and it sprang up and bumped
against her chin.

   "No, I don't know how.  I don't want to."

   "Yea, well you are going to be a fast learner, aren't you.  If you don't
I am going to use this knife to make you bleed.  Do you understand?  And if
I feel your teeth on my dick, if you even think about biting me, I will cut
your head completely off.  Do you understand?"

   "Oh my God, please don't.  Please stop," she begged.

   "No I am not going to stop.  You will do it or bleed."

   "Now open your mouth, Melissa.  Suck on my cock."

   She did as she was told.  She took the glans of my cock into her mouth.
I could feel the warmth of her saliva as it started to lube my cock head.

   "Lick it, Melissa.  Yes, just like that.  Now move your mouth up and
down on it.  Suck it good, baby."

   Again, she did her best to please me, moving her head slowly up and down
on my dick, taking in a little more as she got used to it.  With my left
hand, I stroked my balls gently.  I could feel the juices starting to build
up in me.  After a couple of minutes I continued the story as she continued
to suck.

   "That's so good, Melissa," I whispered, followed up by a groan of
pleasure."You're doing a good job of sucking Johnny's cock, Melissa. 
Johnny loves it.  And you love it too....Then, just when you are starting
to love the feel of a hard dick in your mouth, the door to the storage
closet comes open and there stands your bitchy old teacher." I jerked my
cock from her lips and pushed my chair backwards and quickly stood in order
to create more chaos and alarm in her mind.

   "The teacher lets out a little shriek of disgust and reaches in and
grabs your arm and then grabs Johnny and, before you know what happened,
you and little Johnny are being dragged to the principal's office and
Johnny is trying to get his cock back into his pants with his other hand.
When you reach the office, you and Johnny have to sit in the outer office
while the teacher tells the principal about what she has just seen.  First
they call Johnny in and you can hear the principal's angry voice scolding
Johnny.

   Then it gets quiet in the office and all you hear is the sound of a
chair being rolled on the floor.  Then the silence is broken by the sound
of a wooden paddle striking Johnny's rear end." I picked up the bolo paddle
and began to slap my own bare thigh with each of "Johnny's" licks, giving
Melissa an example of what it will sound like when time comes for her turn
at the paddle.  "Once, twice, three, four...now Johnny cries out and begins
to whimper...(with my left had I begin to rub her lower back, at the
beltline, and then moved on to squeeze her lean firm buttocks through the
fabric of her blue cotton skirt and white nylon panties)...five, six, ...
now Johnny's is pleading for him to stop...Please, sir, please stop, please
...seven eight nine ten...and done.  You can hear little Johnny crying hard
inside the office," I half whispered and half groaned into her ear.

   I let the thought of the bolo's sting sink into her mind for a short few
seconds, then continued," But...they wouldn't paddle a girl.  No.  No. 
They will give you detention or some other punishment.  They wouldn't
paddle a sweet girl who was never ever been in trouble before, surely not.
Surely not me, you say.

   "Then the door to the office opens and poor little Johnny comes out, his
eyes are red and swollen as he rushes out, barely even looking you."

   "The principal will see you now, Melissa," says the teacher as she
stands back and holds the door open.

   Once you are seated the teacher gives her account of what she saw in the
storage closet and demands that the principal give you a just punishment
for such a serious wrongdoing.  The principal just sits back and stares at
you over his black rimmed glasses.  He nods in agreement with each point
that the teacher makes.

   "Very well, Mrs.  Smith." said the principal - I spoke to her in a deep
mocking false voice- "I concur that she needs serious punishment.  If you
would like to get back to your class I will take care of the matter, Mrs.
Smith."

   "Then the teacher leaves the office and the principal rolls his chair
back and opens the center drawer of his desk, then pulls out one of these."
I held the paddle down in front of her face and even rubbed her nose so
that she could feel the grain of the wood that was going to inflict so much
pain.  "A good old wooden bolo paddle --"kiss it, Melissa.  Kiss it for
your own good luck" I snarled as I rubbed it against her face--and then he
stands up from his chair and comes around the desk to where you are still
sitting.  His crotch right at eye level, just like when you were kneeling
in front of little Johnny's stiff cock." I sat again in the chair and
pulled my exposed penis up to rub against her lips.

   "Oh No, sir.  Please don't paddle me' isn't that what you want to say?
Are you going to ask me not to paddle you, Melissa?

   She tried to looked up at me as I fanned the air around her face with
the bolo paddle and stroked my cock with my other hand."Oh PLEASE DON'T!!
PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!  PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T".

   "Oh, but I have to, Melissa.  It just wouldn't be right to not punish
you for sucking cock.  And you must admit that you have sucked cock, you
did it just now and there must be punishment, Melissa.  Now bend over and
grasp the bottom of your chair.  Do as you are told, Melissa or it will be
worse."

   Now she was starting to whimper and still begging as I moved behind her
and flipped her skirt up past her waist, finally exposing the white nylon
that was the only remaining barrier to her silken skinned ass.  I paused
for a moment to get a good feel of her firm but plush glutes inside the
silky fabric before moving forth with her degradation.

   "And then the principal tells you,'It will, of course, be bare assed,
Melissa.' And he pulls down your panties exposing your sweet white ass to
accept its brutal punishment.  "You must pay a high price for your sin, my
dear."

   Now is the time, the moment when I can pull her panties down and expose
the luscious forbidden fruit that I have risked my life and fortune to
obtain.  I grasp the elastic band at each side of her hips with my index
and middle fingers and slide the band past her small but womanly ass.  I
pulled them on down past her hips and let them fall to the floor.  Finally,
the hairless slit that would be my greatest earthly reward was right before
me, fully exposed, for me to worship and adore.  It couldn't have been a
more perfectly developed cunt to fulfill all the visions of my fantasy; a
tiny puckered asshole, then down past her canal entrance to the lovely
inner labia that protruded just enough to form the leaves of a lovely lotus
flower that was soon to be pollinated.  I let my fingers gently explore the
warm pink inner lips then I knelt down on one knee behind her to get a
closer look at my prize.  Such a sweet delicate feminine love temple
deserves to be kissed time and time again and so I did kiss her treasure,
over and over, sticking my tongue inside her tight gash, tickling her tiny
love button gently with my tongue and nipping at it with my lips.  After
she let out a loud, throaty groan, I stood up and I grasped the bolo paddle
in my right hand and measured my striking distance.  "Again, Melissa, I
hear lust in your voice.  You must be punished now." She was trembling
pretty badly and moaning out her pleas.  "Please, don't...please...please
don't..."

   "Hold tightly to the chair, Melissa and don't move around."

   With that, I delivered the first blow to the left cheek of her soft,
cream colored ass and she cried out,"OHH, OH NO!  OWWW!" The right cheek
received the next swat and brought more tears and, now, a bright pink color
to her buttocks.  The first two licks I did slowly but then the next four
were rapid fire alternating from side to side.  She was almost hysterical
now, screaming and crying, her nose even had a long line of snot hanging
down to the floor.

   "That's six, Melissa.  Do you think I should stop at six?  Yes?  But
that wouldn't be fair.  Johnny got ten licks and I can't make it easier for
you just becase you are a girl.  "

   "Oh yes, Oh please stop ....PLEASE STOP, PLEASE!!"

   "I feel sorry for you, Melissa, but you have to pay.  Little girls
aren't supposed to suck cock."

   I then smacked her again, very hard, then finished her primary torture
with 3 quick stinging licks that made her ass quickly jerk away, her feet
were running in place and she was pulling at the restraints that held her
wrists.  But she couldn't get away from my pleasure as I held her ass
tightly down to the weight bench.

   By the time I got the tenth blow on her ass, my cock was standing
straight out and jerking up and down.  My heart was pounding and I was
light headed but I was ready for take my conquered waif to meet womanhood.
I dropped the paddle and moved up behind her, first probing her pussy with
my fingers and finding it still very dry, so I spit on my fingers and
rubbed a little on my cock and on her pussy entrance and moved my cock
toward her that shaking, quivering hole.  After a couple of missed pokes, I
finally got my glans into her up to her hymen--at least, I felt certain,
that she still had a hymen but I probably wouldn't have known the
difference if she hadn't.  I slowly pushed in and found a lot of resistance
so I backed out a little and then shoved as hard as I could and my cock
burst through into her fuck canal.  I pushed again and drove it all the way
to her cervix as she let out a small scream and started gasping for breath.
I partially withdrew and then shoved in hard again and she let out an
agonized groan.  Her pussy was so tight it felt like my dick was on fire
from all the friction so I moved it back and forth slowly until her body
betrayed her by lubing her tunnel for me.  Then I was able to build up some
motion and give Melissa a good example of a hard grinding fuck.

   She whimpered and moaned and yelped with each stroke of my granite-like
shaft.  My hands firmly pulled her hips back to meet me as I thrust
forward, filling her with my hot pulsating meat.  I had to stop my stroke a
couple of times for a few seconds and let my mind savor the feeling of my
dick inside that virgin canal.  I then built up my speed and stroke again,
hitting a devastating peak, making her cry out with a most pitiful cry,
just as my cock released its first squirt of sperm, totally drowning her
cervix with one shot and then covered it over again and again by subsequent
spasms of lust, finally filled to overflowing by the slow floe of juice
from my balls.  Even with my jism expelled I wanted to keep humping her
tight pussy until my cock finally became too limp to push.  As the first of
my sperm cells were swimming into her untainted womb, I finally pulled out.
I sat down in the chair and pulled it up close to her head as before.

   "Lick it clean, Melissa.  Suck up every drop," I instructed her as I
held the knife hard against her throat.  She did as she was told and sucked
the slimy mixture of blood and cum and pussy juice from my cock, taking it
deep into her mouth, slurping as she finished licking all around the tip.

   "Melissa, you did very well," I said to her through her sobs and
sniffles.  "You did so well that I will do you the honor of fucking you
again as soon as possible." I laughed and pushed the chair back, got up and
walked into the bathroom, leaving Melissa with her hands tied to the weight
bench and her oozing cunt still exposed to the world, as if it was ready to
take on all comers, still dripping the excess sperm that I had just
injected into her.

   I pissed hard after that first cumshot, my urine splashing loudly onto
the toilet water, making the sound echo into the other room.  Now Melissa
would know that a real man with a strong dick was fucking her.  When I
finished, I went back into the room and untied her from the bench.  She
just lay there for a short time, rubbing her wrists and rubbing her
blistered bare arse, still sniffling.  I grabbed her left wrist and made
her stand up, then I grabbed her by the hair and drug her into the
bathroom. I closed the door and told her to clean herself up.  I waited a
few minutes before I opened the door again and found her sitting on the
toilet, her head in her hands, still sobbing softly.  "Hurry up and get
cleaned up.  This party is not over yet." I closed the door again and,
after a couple of minutes, she opened the door and again,foolishly, thought
she could sprint past me.  I grabbed her and threw her back, then got hold
of her hair with my right hand and dragged her back to the bed.  I threw
her down on the mattress and pinned her down with my right leg across her
chest while I tied her wrists to the bedposts.  She had lost a lot of her
fight but I still tied her legs securely too.

   After she was firmly cinched, I went upstairs and watched TV for a
while. More reports and talk about Melissa's disappearance.  I switched
channels and found some food for myself and just tried to relax in my big
recliner, thinking about how I should entertainment my young guest when I
returned to the basement.  After I ate lunch, I fixed myself a bourbon and
coke and then another after I had finished the first.  It was just about
then that my mother phoned "Hello, Son.  I called the office and they said
you were on vacation.  I didn't know you were taking off this week.  You
aren't sick, are you?"

   "No, Mom.  I am fine.  I just took off to do some work on the cabin,
while Laura is still at the beach."

   "Well, what kind of work are you doing, Son?  You never were very handy
at fixing things around the house.  Maybe you should hire someone to do
those things while you are at work."

   "Yea, well,I am able to do some things, Mom.  I just wanted a few days
of quiet time."

   "I see, while your lady friend is away you want to enjoy your time away
from her.  That is a fine idea, Son.  But I am calling to ask you to come
to dinner tonight, since you aren't busy."

   "Mom, I would love to have dinner with you but at the moment I am just
too busy and way too tired to go out anywhere tonight.  Can I get a
raincheck until tomorrow, or maybe Saturday will be good."

   "Son, are you okay?  There is something about your voice that seems
different.  I hope you aren't breathing in any fumes or dust out there at
that cabin or..."

   "No, Mom," I interrupted, trying to get away as soon as possible,"I am
okay.  There is a little dust, maybe I am coming down with something.  So,
tomorrow night, Mom.  I look forward to it."

   "Well, if you don't mind disappointing your old Momma then I will just
have to wait my turn, I suppose.  I love you, Son.  Please call me
tomorrow, dear."

   "Okay, Mom.  Will talk to you tomorrow.  Love you too...." When I
finally got away from the phone, I was beginning to get that nervous shake
again, like before, like I am losing my breath and my nervous system
because of the wickedness that was residing in me.  I sat in the recliner
again for a short time and pondered the situation.  I would need to get rid
of Melissa sometime that night so that I could get things together before
Laura made it home from the beach.  And just exactly how was I going to get
rid of Melissa?  My plan was just to drop her on a country road somewhere
and speed off before she can take off her blindfold.  So far, I had worn
the ski mask during every encounter so she had never gotten a good look at
my face.  If I could continue to hide my face then I might have some claim
to innocence, if confronted.  It was now Thursday afternoon and Laura
wouldn't be home until Saturday or even Sunday, so I could keep Melissa,
maybe, until after dark on Friday but I shouldn't push my luck so I decided
that I would put her out on a deserted road sometime afer midnight tonight.
But all that was to worry about later.  There was still plenty of time to
have some fun with my reluctant visitor.  As I sat there thinking of all
the right solutions and right answers, my dick started to stir at the
thought of Melissa.  I rubbed my cock just a little to see if it was really
responding and it answered with a little nod of its head.  I rose from my
chair and headed to the basement.

   END PART ONE

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   Preview of Part Two

   When I reached the foot of the stairs in the basement I could see
directly into the bedroom and I could see Melissa's hairless, pink pussy
hiding underneath the dark blue school uniform skirt that she was wearing a
few hours ago when I abducted her from the street near her house.  I was
pretty sure that her pussy was still stinging from the first rate fucking
that I had given the little darling's virgin cunt.  I could see that she
was sleeping, getting her beauty rest as some would say, and she truly was
a beauty.  Her long blond hair was in disarray all around her beautiful
face - at least I thought she was beautiful though in truth she was
probably just your average American girl - and her legs were held tightly
at the ankles by some strong cloths that I had cut just for fruition of my
fondest, yet most lethal, desire.  Likewise her arms were stretched out by
the bonds on her wrists tied to the bedpost of the full size brass-framed
bed.  Her white uniform blouse was still covering the last jewel of my
conquest.  As yet, though now well acquainted with her tight, luscious
pussy canal, I had not seen her breasts.  I had saved that occasion for now
because this time I wouldn't rape her but, instead, make sweet love to her
whole eleven year old body.