From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Fri Dec 9 15:13:03 1994 Message-ID: <011312Z07121994@anon.penet.fi> Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Thunder of TFC) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an138013@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 7 Dec 1994 01:09:02 UTC Subject: Nightmare(1/7)(mf,pedo,bd,rape,s&M) Lines: 242 Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,drugs,S&M AUTHOR'S WARNING: This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence content. It depicts the graphic rape of a preteen girl. This file is intended for those who enjoy young stuff fantasies with a violent edge. If you are turned off my this type of material, then please delete it immediately and read no further. NIGHTMARE By BLACKWIND CHAPTER 1--THE BEGINNING 7:00 a.m. Friday, May 5 Megan Reynolds got up for school as she did every morning, ahead of the alarm clock and her mother's urging. Megan was a good girl, the very picture of innocence at the tender age of 7. Her long, dark red hair fell almost to her slender waste, framing her pretty young face with its button nose and clear blue eyes. Her smile was the smile of a happy, innocent, well-adjusted little girl. She slipped off her nightgown and went to her dresser to get her clothes. She didn't stop to look at her slim, four foot three inch frame in the mirror, with her tiny pink nipples and hairless, smooth pussy. Megan could not know that her pink nipples and hairless pussy would soon become the center of attention. Megan selected a pair of clean white coton panties with little daisies on them from her drawer and slipped them on. She pulled on a pair of low white socks next, then slipped a short sleeve dark blue dress with flower patterns on it over her, affixing the small sewn in belt around the waist. The dress offered an excellent view of her shapely young legs, as it fell to only the middle of her slim thighs. After putting a pair of patent leather black buckle shoes on her feet, she hurried into the bathroom to brush out her hair and add a couple of barettes to keep it back. She played with her earlobes, wishing she could wear earrings. Her mom said no, she was too young yet. Back to her room so she could pick up her schoolbooks, then off to breakfast. She ate her cereal and washed it down with some milk, the kissed her mother and father good-bye. "I'm going over to Ashley's after school, mommy", she told her mother. "Take an umbrella. It's raining", her mother told her. Megan grabbed an umbrella on the way out and skipped down the block to her best friend Ashley's house. Ashley was seven, like Mindy, with long blonde hair and was also very cute. Ashley's mom met her at the door. "Ashley's sick today, honey", her mother said. "You can stop over after school to see her if you want." "Okay. Tell her I hope she feels better", Megan called, and skipped off. It was only four blocks to school, a distance Megan traveled every morning, usually with Mindy. But today Megan would not get that far. Indeed, little Megan would never get to school. 7:35 a.m. He looked calm, but hardly felt that way. His hands thrummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited. He had chosen the street purposely because all the houses were either abandoned or occupied by low-income types who slept all day. He also knew that the young girls often came this way. He'd watched them for weeks now. Sometimes they came in pairs or groups, sometimes alone. He wanted to get one alone, lure her in or get her close enough. Then...oh yes, then! Suddenly, he spotted her. There were no other cars on the street--fortune was smiling at him. Forcing himself to stay calm, he shifted into drive. She was young, pretty--he'd seen her before, a gorgeous little redhead. Shapely legs, a slim figure, the way he liked them. And young. Especially young. Smiling, he pulled up alongside the curb. 5:00 p.m. Friday, May 5 Mrs. Reynolds glanced at the clock and then the dinner table, then to the phone. Megan knew to be home by dinner, or at least call. She was always such a good girl. Always on time, always polite. Deciding maybe she'd gotten carried away playing and lost track of the time, she picked up the phone and dialed the Carter's house. After two rings Mrs. Carter picked up. "Bev? Hi, it's June. Is Megan there?" "No June. I expected her to stop by tonight after school, but she never did. Ashley's been sick all day and--" "Did you see her this morning?", June asked. "Yes, about her usual time. Why?" "She's late for dinner. I'll try her other friends." A frantic fifteen minutes later, June was dialing the police. She'd tried all of Ashley's friends and even the school, to no avail. She was beginning to fear the worst. Living in a small town like Harper's Falls, June never felt she had to fear the usual things most people did. She'd told Megan maybe once not to talk to strangers, a few years back. The town was simply too friendly and she felt too safe to worry. Now she was. After giving a description of Ashley to the officer on the line, she had to sit and wait for another officer to come over and take a statement. He arrived not five minutes later. He was young, with acne still on his face, and hardly looked a day past nineteen. "Alright, ma'am, I need a full description", he said in a very businesslike tone. "She's 7, four feet three inches and about sixty pounds, with waist length red hair and blue eyes. She had on a short sleeved dark blue dress with a floral pattern, white ankle socks and black buckle shoes. She was carrying a pink umbrella." The officer jotted it all down. "You looked around for her? You know how kids are", he said. "Yes!", June almost shouted. "It isn't like Megan to not call if she's going to be late. I'm afraid..." "Yep, looks like a kidnapping", the young officer said. "Some pervert probably snatched her off the street, tied her up and he's raping her. We'll probably find her dead in a field someplace." June blinked a couple of times. Had he actually just said that? Weren't police supposed to be sympathetic and understanding? "Excuse me, but this is my daughter we're talking about here!", June screamed. "Yes ma'am", the young officer sighed. "And we'll look for her, I promise." He touched the brim of his hat and walked out. June remained where she was, gaping. 5:43 pm. Friday, May 5 Officer Brig climbed into his cruiser and radioed in the information, a sick smile crossing his face. He'd loved the look on the woman's face, enjoyed it. It was one reason he'd become a cop. Being a born sadist, he just loved to upset people. Personally, he figured they'd never find the girl. If they did, she'd be dead anyway. The idea of it turned him on, a lot. Brig was not just a sadist, but a pedophile, too. In his opinion, little girls were just sex toys, meant to be used and thrown away. By thrown away, he meant killing them. Brig loved snuff films for that reason. He'd yet to kill a kid himself, but he'd raped his share of little girls. He was one mean bastard. He was about to pull out when June rushed out with a photo. "Here. It was taken last week", she said, handing it to him through his partly open window. Brig took it with a nod and examined it. What he saw turned him on. Megan was wearing a short sleeved white dress in it, and the skirt was short enough to see lots of thigh. If you looked closely, you could see up her skirt. That gave him a raging hardon. He needed to let it off. Yeah, tonight he'd do just that. He got off duty in a hour. Then he'd go hunt up a little girl, maybe just like Megan. He'd play bad cop and use her like a rag doll. Of course, he wouldn't do it here. The city was nearby. He'd go there. Nobody'd notice. Nobody ever did. 7:01 p.m. Friday, May 5 The house was filled with people. All of June's and Bill's friends had come over to help out anyway they could. An FBI agent and an officer from the state police were there, as well as an officer from the Harper's Falls police department. None of them talked like Officer Brigs. June was glad for that. At the same time, she didn't mention Brig's behavior. The police had canvassed the neighborhood, and along with volunteers, had spent the last two hours searching, but there was no sign of Megan. One man--someone the police called "hardly credible"--had reported seeing Megan talking a man in a burgundy car. There had been a few sick prank calls, none of which checked out, from people wanting ransom for Megan. All the while June was thinking about her own childhood. How one day she had been lured into a car by "a nice man" and his "wife" who had tied her up and used her preteen body for sex before finally letting her go. It bothered her she'd never considered it could happen here.... End Chapter 1 NIGHTMARE By BLACKWIND CHAPTER 2--THE KIDNAPPING 7:38 a.m. Friday, May 5 It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway as she skipped along the sidewalk on her way to school. She wished Ashley were there to talk to. As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her daddy drove, pulled onto the street and up to the curb. The passenger door beside her opened. "Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped politely. He looked like a nice man, pretty old though. His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, but he was smiling and his gray eyes looked friendly. "I was wondering if you might like a ride to school. I'm going that way to see my niece", he said to her. "You could show me the way." Megan thought it over. It was starting to get windy, and the umbrella couldn't keep all the rain out. Yet she had heard you shouldn't get in cars with strangers. "Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said. "Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered. "I'll give you some candy." "I'd better not", Megan sighed. Suddenly the man looked angry. He slid across the seat toward her. "Get in", he snapped. Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide closer to her. 7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5 Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he still had his badge and cuffs. He also had his gun--a small, unregistered pistol he figured he might need tonight. He wanted cunt, and young cunt at that. Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the nearby city of Carlton, he'd fantasized about what was probably happening to little Megan Reynolds. He imagined some stranger tearing the girl's short blue dress off of her young body and slamming his cock hard into her tiny body. He almost came just thinking about it. He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting playgrounds and one of the two shopping malls, looking for young meat. He'd gotten mostly girls in their early teens so far, with a sprinkling of younger girls thrown in. Carlton was a big place but one of the poorer cities, so it wasn't unusual that a girl should be raped and couldn't remember who'd attacked her (he always made sure she couldn't, one way or another). Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the elementary school. The rain had kept most of the kids away, but a few boys were playing basketball and a couple of young girls were on the merry-go-round. Those two he had his eyes on. Both were young, about nine or ten. One wore jeans and a sweater, and had light brown hair; the other wore a checkered skirt and a white blouse with a red sweater, with short white socks and black leather shoes. She had long, straight, dark brown hair and a serious face. Eventually the light-haired girl got up and left, opposite where he was. The boys left, too. As soon as they were gone, he got out and approached the girl. "Hi", he said, very pleasantly. "What's your name?" "Kelly", the girl answered. "How old are you, Kelly?" "Ten", she answered. "Something wrong?" "No." She didn't want to talk much. So he pulled out his badge. Her eyes grew wide. "Am I in trouble?" "Yes you are. You're out after curfew. Now come over here." Kelly walked over. "Am I in trouble for this, too?", she asked, handing him a note. There was something on it about her talking in class. He stuffed the note in his pocket and said yes. Kelly, who stood only as high as his waist, looked at him nervously. "If my mom finds out, she'll kill me", she whimpered. "Then maybe she won't", Brig said. This was what he needed. "Now put your hands behind your back." Kelly put her hands back and Brig snapped the cuffs on her small wrists. It felt incredibly satisfying. He led her to the car and helped her in. Now it was time to have some fun. 11:45 p.m. Friday, May 5 June lay awake in bed, worrying about Megan and remembering how she had been, as a little girl, abducted and raped. She was eleven when it happened. That was 1975. June had grown up in a quiet suburb of Cleveland. She was the youngest and smallest of five children, being only a tiny 4' 3" as Megan was now and just shy of sixty pounds. Her hair then had been long, to about the middle of her back, and dark red like Megan's. Her eyes were hazel--Megan got her blue eyes from her father. The day it happened, she could remember clearly, had been overcast and warm. She could even remember her clothes: a pink t-shirt with the words "Palm Springs" on front, a pair of white shorts with little bows on the peaked sides and white tennis sneakers. She'd been shopping with her mother and had gone off to look at dolls when a young woman had approached her. "Hi! My husband and I are kind of lost, and we were wondering if maybe you could help us out", she'd said. She was an attractive, tall woman with short blonde hair, dressed in bell-bottom jeans a halter top. June had said sure, she could help.... xxx "Our car is right over here", the woman said, leading June by the hand to a small silver car parked out at the edge of the lot. She could see a young man with wavy brown hair, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sitting in the driver's seat. He gave her a friendly smile as she got in with the woman. "So, where you do want to go?", June asked. "Someplace we can fuck you", the man said, still smiling. June didn't know what that meant. "I don't understand." The man put his hand on her bare thigh. "You will." He looked at his wife. "She's cute. Sexy. Good pick." "Thanks", the woman had laughed, and suddenly her hand was over June's mouth. June had struggled for a few seconds, then stopped when the man shoved his hand between her legs. It felt good and scared her at the same time. By then they'd started driving. The man told June "we're going to fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass" and the woman had felt her as the man did. About ten minutes later they'd pulled into a two-port garage where another car waited. The man told June "we're going to tie you up now, be good" and June started to cry. It didn't help. She was taken out of the car and told to stand still, the woman's hand still on her mouth, while the man picked up some rope... 7:42 a.m. Friday, May 5 Thinking she'd done something wrong, Megan quickly got into the car. Immediately the man was friendly. He tossed her books and umbrella in the back seat and shut the door. "Thank you", he said. "For what?", Megan asked. "For making this so easy." xxx He turned away from the girl long enough to put more chloroform on the cloth tucked down next to his door, then turned back, shoving the cloth over her mouth and nose. The little girl began to struggle, and he had to grab her head and hold her tight while she thrashed. He loved every minute of it. Slowly her struggles ceased, and very soon her pretty blue eyes closed. He lowered her head into his lap and gazed over her longingly. She was so small and pretty, so sexy. Her skirt had ridden up in her struggles, revealing more bare thigh and a hint of cotton panties. He looked down at her face, so peaceful in unconsciousness. He cheek was pressed against his throbbing cock. Soon, she'd get him off. Soon. He shifted the car into drive again and took off. The chloroform would last an hour, tops, and he had to have her home and ready by then. He would bind and gag her, of course, since it was only right, but there were other steps to get her ready. He was going to do more than just rape this young child--he was going to steal her innocence, break her will, make her his, and then... He didn't think much about that. Later, when he came to it. In the meantime he just drove, clearing the town limits six minutes later, according to schedule, heading out onto the rural back roads to his cabin. To the place he'd prepared for her, for her nightmare to begin. End Chapter 2 NIGHTMARE By BLACKWIND CHAPTER 3--JUNE'S STORY 11:51 p.m. Friday, May 5 As June lay awake remembering, more of her awful memories unfolded... xxx June stood very still as the man approached with the rope. The woman's hand fell away from June's mouth but she was too scared to scream. Suddenly she felt her wrists being pulled together, and the man went around behind her, and she could feel him tying them. "How old are you?", the woman asked. "Eleven", June answered. "Virgin", the man said. "What's your name?" "June." A strip of cloth was pulled between her teeth. She could feel them knotting it behind her head. She felt the man's, then the woman's hands move down her legs. More rope was tied around her ankles. "Alright, take her", she heard the man said. The woman lifted June easily and put her in the front seat of the silver car. The man got into the driver's seat of the other, which was dark blue. The woman got into the driver's seat of the silver one and pulled June's head down into her lap. "I think we'll have a lot of fun with you", the woman said, stroking June's cheek. She started the car and backed out. "Bob just loves to have his cock sucked and I know you'll do it really good. Then you're going to eat my cunt and love it." She didn't say much after that. After about ten minutes June was allowed to sit up. They were leaving the suburbs for the country. She recognized some of the route; it led to a small, private lake that her family sometimes went to in the summer. They'd been there just last week. It was quiet, and nobody bothered you there. June cried the whole time. She didn't like the ropes that made her helpless or the gag in her mouth. She looked down at her bare thighs, pressed together, at the ropes around her slender ankles. She remembered the man and woman touching her legs, and felt lightly excited. Maybe that was all they would do. It wasn't so bad. The woman reached over to stroke June's hair. "You've got great hair. Such a pretty face." She stroked June's thigh. The little girl squirmed. She did kind of like that. The woman's hand moved up between her legs. June liked that a lot more, but she was still scared. She wondered what they were going to do with her. She wondered what her mother would be thinking, probably searching the entire store for her now. She suddenly wondered if ever she'd see her mother again. The woman turned the car onto the road that circled the lake. She drove for about a minute, then turned down another driveway. At the end was a locked gate, just like at her family's cabin. The woman got out and locked the gate, then got back in and drove them through. They stopped in front of a cabin encircled by trees. June was still crying, and as the woman shut off the engine, she turned to the little girl and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it so hard June cried out. "Stop crying!", she snapped. "You can cry later! We haven't even done it yet!" June tried to stop crying, but it was too difficult, especially when the woman gave her hair another sharp tug. Just then the man pulled in. The woman let go of June's hair and put on a smile. "Oh goody. Bob's here. Now we can get started." The man, Bob, opened the door and lifted little June out. Flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain, he carried her inside. From her upside down position, blurred by tears, June could see the cabin was not much different from the one her parents owned. One floor, with a huge living/room kitchen with a big hearth, a sofa, and some chairs. The man dropped June into a sitting position on the sofa and stepped back. The woman produced a camera from over the mantel and began snapping photos of the girl. "Enough", the man told her. "It's time little June Bug here learns to fuck." The woman nodded and bent down to untie June's ankles. June wondered what the man meant by "learn to fuck." Her tears had quieted by now, curiosity giving way to her fear. The woman helped her up and pulled her across the room. The man sat down on the sofa and June was turned to face him. He watched her as he undid the button of his jeans and unzipped his fly, pushing first the jeans and then his underwear down a little, letting his thing pop out. June's eyes grew wide. She'd seen one of those before, when she'd accidentally seen her older brother getting out of the shower. Only this one was longer and thicker than her brothers and there was more hair around the base, peeking out of his undershorts. He motioned her over with a sick smile on his face. The woman grabbed her neck and pushed her over to the man, forcing June to her knees between his spread legs. The man reached out and pried the gag out of June's mouth. She stared at his thing for a second. It was so long and thick and veiny, and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She could smell his man smell and saw a glistening drop of something at the top of it. Suddenly the woman shoved June forward. The man guided the thing right into June's open mouth. The little girl choked as she was shoved onto it and it hit the back of her throat. "Let her up a little", the man said. The woman let up, and June stopped choking. The thing filled her whole mouth, stretching her lips to the limits. She wanted to bite down but was afraid. "Suck my cock, like a lollipop", the man told her. "Do it!" June had a hard time imagining it as a lollipop and a harder time sucking it. It was too big. At least the woman helped, moving her head up and down. She hated it anyway, but couldn't cry. It was hard enough to breathe as it was. "No good", the man moaned. "Let her suck my head, Linda. Let her suck my head!" The woman pulled June up until only the narrow top of her the man's thing--cock, she knew now--was in her young mouth. She sucked at it fiercely, and began to cry, now that she could breathe more easily. "Stop crying", Linda hissed, but June couldn't. The man was moaning now. "Oh yeah, baby, June Bug is great", he was saying. "Ooooh, yeah." He put his hand on June's head. "Yeah, that's it. Fuckin' yeah!" "Can I lick you clean when she's done, baby?", Linda asked. "Can I?" "Shut up, cunt! I'm coming!" June felt his cock swell in her mouth. He shoved her down, choking her, and something thick and warm came out and filled her throat. She choked and gagged, trying to swallow it. It just kept coming. She was almost ready to pass out when it finally stopped and the man pushed her away. June rocked back on her knees, sobbing. Through a haze of tears she could see the woman snapping pictures. Then the man grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back to his cock. "Lick me off!", he demanded. Sobbing and shaking, June licked the length of his shaft with his hand guiding the whole way. He made her lick and kiss the top again. He shoved her back to the woman, who got down on her knees and sealed her mouth over the little girls. June gagged as the woman's tongue shoved into her mouth, licking and darting everywhere. Then she was pushed back to the man, who did the same thing. "It's my turn!", the woman yelled. The man let go of June and she could see the woman was on the couch, pulling off her jeans and panties. A thick, tufted patch of blonde hair was between her legs. June saw it and thought of her own slit. Her's had no hair. Was this woman's different? She soon found out. The man forced her down between the woman's spread legs and shoved June's face into the woman's wet muff. She gagged on the fishy smell that filled her nose. The taste wasn't much better and June felt sick. "Lick me, suck me!", the woman demanded. "Eat my fucking cunt, you little whore!" June stuck out her tongue and licked. She couldn't see anything because her eyes were shut, but she could feel the soft insides of the woman's hairy slit with her tongue, taste the bitterness of her juices. She tried to squirm away, but the man's hand was pushing her down too hard, and she had to lick. It was hard to breathe. June got sicker and sicker and pretty soon she felt like she was going to pass out. Just as she was about to the woman let out a scream and a gush of smelly, bitter wetness filled June's mouth. She choked it down and pushed back as hard as she could. "I can't breathe!", she screamed, bursting into loud sobs. The gag was shoved back into her mouth, muffling her. "Give her here", the woman demanded. June was pushed into the woman's arms. While the woman held her tight with one arm, she jerked June's head up with her other hand. She looked pissed. "Don't you ever, ever, scream like that!", she snapped. "You'll eat my cunt and like it!" She slapped June on the cheek, not hard, but enough to sting. "Got that?" June nodded. It was all so hard to understand for an eleven year old. So hard. xxx She didn't get to cry long before she was led into a nearby bedroom. The man threw her down on the bed and slapped her ass, hard. June let out a muffled shriek and began to sob even harder. "Now you cry your eyes out", he told her, "because when I come back, I don't want you crying! You hear me?" June nodded. She felt so scared and sick and humiliated, she didn't think she could stop. On top of it all, she felt lonely. She wanted her mommy. The man slapped her ass again and stepped out, slamming the door behind him. June lay there and sobbed, great wracking sobs that shook her whole body. Eventually, though, she started to calm down. She didn't want to have the man or the woman slap her again. As her sobs quieted, she heard moans from the living room. Bob and Linda were doing something out there, and they seemed to like it. Linda was yelling, "Yes, bury it! Yes!" June wished she could understand what was going on. Why were they doing this to her? She'd always been a good girl. She didn't deserve this. She found herself thinking of her mother and father and her brother Mike, and wondering what they were thinking now. She hoped she'd see them soon. An hour or so passed before the door opened and Linda and Bob came in. Neither of them had any clothes on. June found her eyes drawn to Linda's chest, the way her nipples stuck out, like huge bumps. Her mother had bumps like that, but they were bigger. Linda had her camera, and took more pictures. At the same time, Bob ran his hands over June's legs again. She felt the same e