From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignette 1/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff)
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:05:54 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <041341Z04081995@anon.penet.fi>
A.S.S. Name: Nightmare Vignette 1 (Threat)
Archive Name: NMV1.txt
Lewdness Level: Extreme
Contents: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff
Threat
A BLACKWIND Vignette
Melissa Collier and Courtney Beeler thought the abandoned
storehouse would be a perfect place to play. It was big, built
out of cinderblock and steel beams, with a huge, open area and
three smaller rooms, each with its own door.
The girls did what little girls do. They explored the
place. The first two small rooms were empty, just dust and some
old newspapers. The third one contained a couple of battered
chairs and a cot with a matress. Under the cot they found a
beaten up suitcase.
Being curious, they opened it. Inside were hundreds of
pictures, all of little girls like themselves. Some were naked,
some with clothes on or only some clothes on. Some
were bound and gagged. In most of the pictures, there was a
naked man, and he was lying on the girls or had their faces
pushed against his crotch.
"What's he doing?", Courtney asked.
Melissa didn't answer her friend, but she knew the
answer. Melissa was ten, three years older than Courtney, but
also her best and only friend. There weren't many other kids
around to play with, their age. Being older, Melissa knew more.
She knew about this because her parents had taught her. She knew
it was called rape and that it hurt and was bad.
She tried to explain it to Courtney, but the 7 year old
couldn't comprehend. Melissa put the pictures back and shoved
them under the cot.
They returned the big room and sat down to play with some
dolls they brought, but Melissa was not into playing. The
pictures had upset her and she wanted to go, but didn't want to
upset Courtney. They weren't supposed to play this far from home
and if Courtney got upset or mad, she might tell and they'd both
be in trouble.
The entire time they played, Melissa's eyes kept
traveling to the huge, partly open sliding door that led into the
storehouse, which was set on the end of a long, dead end road
miles from their homes. She kept expecting to have the man in
those pictures come in.
Melissa was a smart girl and had a good memory. She had
noticed that all the girls in the pictures were not average, but
all very pretty. Melissa and Courtney were very pretty, as
well. Melissa was tall and slender, though no taller than five
feet yet, her hair a light, shiny brown and worn long, down past
her shoulders. Today she had it pulled back with a banana clip.
Her eyes were a soft brown, her face and body tanned by the
summer sun, with a light smattering of freckles across her cute
nose.
Courtney was a head shorter than Melissa, but slender as
well. Her hair was dark brown and curly, down to her shoulders.
She too, was tanned, and had brown eyes like Melissa, and more
freckles. Her cheeks were round and she had a pert nose. On this
day both girls wore cutoff shorts and t-shirts, so there was much
to be seen of them.
A noise outside the door startled Melissa. "Stay here",
she told Courtney, and approached the door with her heart in her
mouth. She risked a look out, and saw nothing. With her heart
beating wildly, she stepped outside.
The area was open up to the woods and the road, desolated
except for the remains of a few foundations of other buildings
that had fallen down over the years. She looked around carefully
and was about to go back inside when a hand suddenly clamped down
over her mouth. A knife was pressed against the slender throat
as her head was jerked back.
"Don't scream or struggle, little girl, and I won't hurt
you", a man's hoarse voice whispered into her ear. "And don't
cry, either."
Melissa choked back the tears of fear threatening to flood
her eyes. She was forced to walk backwards, the knife at her
throat and a hand at her mouth, to the side of the building.
She felt sure she'd be raped.
The man told her to close her eyes, and then his hand was
lowered. She felt him grasp her firmly between the legs and let
out a startled whimper.
"Now listen to me. You two shouldn't be up here, got
that? This is my place. Nobody comes here but me. You seen the
pictures?" Melissa nodded. "Good, then you know what I do to
little girls. Especially pretty ones, like you." He kissed the
side of her neck. "Right now, I ain't in the mood. Now tell me
your name and your little friend's name."
"Melissa Collier and Courtney Beeler", Melissa whimpered.
"How old are you two?"
"I'm ten, Courtney's seven", she answered.
"Now tell me where you live. And don't lie or I'll cut
your throat."
So Melissa told him. He asked for a lot; not just her
address, but Courtney's, their phone numbers, their parents
names, where her own bedroom was in the house, where Courtney's
bedroom was in her house, what time their parents went to bed,
and how many brothers and sisters they had.
Both of them were only children, so it wasn't hard.
Melissa told him everything, truthfully. She was that scared.
"Now listen. You get your friend and get the hell out of
here. Got that? Don't tell anybody you were here or what
happened, not even your little friend. I'll know, 'cause I'm
going to watch you. Tonight when you go to bed, I want you to
leave your window unlocked. You got a dog or a burglar alarm?"
Melissa shook her head. "How about Courtney's house?" Again,
Melissa shook her head. "Good. Now a few more things. When you
go to bed tonight, I want you to sleep in a t-shirt and your
panties. Nothing else. I want you to blindfold yourself, too.
And you better do it, because I'll be watching. You won't know
where. And if you don't do what I say, I'll get you and you can
count on it."
"I'll do it", Melissa promised.
"Bet you will. Now pull your shorts down and don't give
me any trouble about it!"
Fingers shaking, Melissa undid the buttons and zipper on
her shorts and pulled them down, leaving only her light pink
cotton panties. She felt the man slip the blade up the side of
her hip and cut the band of the panties on each side, taking
them off. She expected him to do more, but he didn't. "Pull
your shorts up", he told her. "And remember this: I want to
see you and Courtney in shorts the rest of this summer, got
that? Like these or shorter. I want to see bare leg, and lots
of it, right down to your ankles. No socks. If you don't do
what I say and I see you I'll hurt both of you. Got that?"
Melissa nodded. "Alright. Now haul ass. And if you
ever come back here again, next time I won't be so nice. Now get
going and don't look at me!"
Melissa took off at a run. She didn't dare risk a look
back. Hurrying inside, she gathered up the dolls and grabbed
Courtney's hand, pulling her out. Courtney started arguing with
her.
Scared but still able to think, Melissa told her she'd
seen a bear. That was enough for Courtney, who took off like a
shot. Melissa didn't look back. She was afraid the man would
see her. She knew she'd keep her promise, and she knew he would
come to her house tonight and maybe rape her in her own bed. But
she was too scared of him to tell anyone.
It was going to be a long summer.