From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
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Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignettes 2/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff)
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:06:22 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <041347Z04081995@anon.penet.fi>
Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff
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Vague. Mysterious. Sometimes gentle. Sometimes violent.
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Anal/Bestiality/Bizarre/Bondage/Consensual/Gay/Golden Showers
Lesbian/Necrophilia/Oral/Pedophilia/Romance/S&M/Snuff/Teen/Torture
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A.S.S. Name: Nightmare Vignette 2(The Man In the Night)
Archive Name: NMV2.txt
Lewdness Level: Extreme
Contents: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff
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DISCLAIMER
This story was written for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults. If
you are under the age of 18 you should not be reading this. You should be
doing homework or something useful, not reading this trash. It'll screw
up your mind, trust me.
For everybody else, this is a standard disclaimer. This story contains
graphic depictions of sex in numerous forms. It is not intended to
foster or further the aims or causes of any individual regarding illegal
pursuits nor is it intended to condone illegal/unsafe sexual behavior. This
story is copyright 1995 by Blackwind and may be distributed or released in
electronic form only provided no fee is charged for such distribution.
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THE MAN IN THE NIGHT
A BLACKWIND Vignette
(Continuation of Threat)
Melissa Collier spent much of the afternoon at her
friend Courtney's house, trying to look calm and unafraid,
which was very difficult for her since she was only ten
years old.
This was strictly for the benefit of seven year old
Courtney, who had no idea that only an hour ago a man had
held a knife to Melissa's throat and ordered her to divulge
everything about the two of them, right down to the location
of their bedrooms. Courtney also had no idea that the man
had ordered Melissa to prepare herself for his inevitable
mindight entry into her own room, with consequences to to
follow.
The house was empty except for the two of them. Both
their parents worked and both girls were only children.
They lived in a new "upper middle class" housing tract and
so far, were two of about five families that had moved in.
All of the other houses were occupied with families with
older teenage children or not children at all.
At the moment Courtney was in the kitchen, making them
Kool-Aid. Melissa was sitting on the couch uncomfortably.
She wanted to go home and put some panties on. The man
who'd held the knife to her throat had cut hers off and kept
them.
The phone next to her rang. She picked it up without
thinking and froze. "Hello, Melissa", the man's voice said
in her ear. "I'm in your house. It's very nice. I like
your bedroom, especially your bed with the white sheets and
pink bedspread. Now listen, Melissa. I've changed my mind
about some things. Tonight, when you go to bed, I want you
to sleep naked. Understand?"
"Yes", Melissa croaked.
"Good girl. Now what I want you to do is come over
here in ten minutes with Courtney. When you get here, I
want you to keep Courtney here until her parents come home.
Got that?"
"Yes."
"Good. Don't disappoint me, Melissa." He hung up.
Melissa set the phone down just in time. Courtney came
in, holding two glasses of pink Kool-Aid with ice in them.
"Who was that?", she asked.
"Salesman", Melissa lied. She eyed the clock on
the fireplace mantel. It was five after three. At three
fifteen she'd have to take Courtney over to her house. She
hoped the man wouldn't be there.
xxx
The man wasn't there, but he'd left something--her
panties, neatly cut and lying on her bed. She hid them
under the matress so nobody would see.
Melissa was terrified. The man meant business, there
was no doubt. Her only real choice, she knew, was to do
what he wanted and hope that if he did hurt her, he wouldn't
kill her. She also hoped he'd leave innocent Courtney
alone.
While Courtney was downstairs, engrossed in
cartoons--which Melissa normally watched with her--Melissa
went through the rest of her room, looking to see if he'd
left anything else. Sure enough, she found a letter on her
dresser. It was one line: Don't forget about the shorts.
Melissa knew what that meant. The man had told her
that she and Courtney were to wear shorts the rest of the
summer, and ones no longer than the cutoffs she had on now.
Those reached only to the tops of her slender young thighs.
She quickly went through the drawer where she kept the
others, seperating them. She had a number of pairs of
shorts that still fit her, but were quite short. Melissa
was the kind of girl who looked good in them, even at her
age; she was tall and slender with long, shapely legs.
Courtney, though a head shorter, was much the same. Once
the shorts were seperated, Melissa took all of her socks and
stuffed them in another drawer. She wasn't supposed to wear
any for the rest of the summer, either.
As frightened as she was, Melissa was also secretly
thrilled. She knew she was pretty: long, shiny light brown
hair that fell past her shoulders, brown eyes and a cute
face with a slim nose and freckles. She was tanned from the
summer sun and looked somewhat older than ten years. The
man's demand she show so much leg only confirmed the fact
that she was so pretty. She'd often dreamed of becoming a
model, and now she knew she had a chance. If the man didn't
end that chance for her.
Courtney stuck her head in a minute later. She was
pretty also, with curly, dark brown hair to her shoulders,
brown eyes like Melissa's, and big, freckled cheeks. She
too, was tan all over.
"C'mon, Melissa, the Care Bears are on", she urged.
Melissa felt like crying. The Care Bears. All
Courtney was concerned with. In one instant, Melissa
realized her child's innocence was gone, all because of one
man and his threats.
xxx
That night before bed, Melissa brushed out her hair as
usual, staring at her slender, nude body in the mirror. Her
panties and the t-shirt she usually wore to bed lay nearby.
She'd kept them on long enough to kiss her mother
good-night.
She'd gone over to Courtney's after dinner to help her
get her shorts seperated. She'd made it like a game, which
Courtney eagerly agreed to go along with. While she was
there, she checked Courtney's room. The man had left
nothing behind, but he'd fixed the window so it wouldn't
lock. The sight of that made her sick.
Now as she climbed into bed, she knew for certain the
man would come after Courtney and her as well. Yet she was
too scared to tell anyone. Maybe he'd get caught.
After the lights were off, she picked up a scarf she'd
had on the nighttable and tied it over her eyes,
blindfolding herself. Then she laid back and simply waited.
xxx
The man watched the light go off in Melissa's room,
then made a beeline for Courtney's house. Having gotten a
good look at the younger girl, he'd decided he wanted her
just as badly as young Melissa. Only he was having too much
fun with Melissa to get started too fast, so Courtney would
come first.
He placed a ladder against the house and climbed up,
pushing through Courtney's open window. She lay asleep
under the covers. He ignored her for now, heading instead
to her parents room.
With him he carried a sharp knife and a bottle of
chloroform, along with a gauze pad to apply it. Spilling
some of the stuff on the pad, he pressed it first to the
man's nose, then the woman's. Curious, he drew the covers
aside. Both of her parents slept naked. Her mother was an
attractive woman, petite and slender, with firm, round
breasts and a fine cunt. Nothing he saw turned him on. The
object of his lust was upstairs.
Dropping the sheet, he hurried up to Courtney's room
and undressed. His plan now was to strip the girl and rape
her. Suddenly, he changed his mind. Dribbling a little
more chloroform on the pad, he pressed it to the girl's face
and held it there until she passed into deep sleep. Pulling
aside the covers, he gazed on her. She wore a full length
granny gown and clutched a Care Bear--Lionheart, he knew,
from another little girl he'd had--under her arm. He
took the Bear away and carefully removed her nightgown. She
wore white cotton panties underneath, which he removed. The
sight of her nude, boyish body sent his lust flying.
His cock ached for the tiny, hairless snatch between
her legs, all hot and tight and virgin. But not tonight.
He would leave her a virgin tonight, but first, he'd use her
body in another way.
He fell on her then, fondling and licking her tiny
nipples, her legs, her arms, her face, everywhere. He
licked her snatch, making her stir. Encouraged, he fingered
her, just a little. Little girls, most of them at least,
were capable of orgasm, he knew. He fingered her until his
wrist hurt, but she never achieved one. Almost, but not
quite. Then he fell on her again, kissing everywhere.
He especially enjoyed her young mouth, thrusting his
tongue far into her throat, until she gagged. By then his
lust was so strong he knew he would come if he touched her
again, and he didn't want that. He wanted her to be awake
when he achieved penetration. He wanted to see the fear and
pain in her eyes and on her face. It would be all the pain
he would deliver. He didn't believe in hurting them anymore
than that.
He stepped away from the girl and reached under the
bed, where he'd taped a Polaroid camera earlier. He snapped
a picture of her, then dressed her and put the Bear back
next to her. She slept on, oblivious. After getting
dressed he slipped out, and on to Melissa.
xxx
Melissa must have dozed, because suddenly she was
awake. Someone was kissing her mouth. "Wake up, sleeping
beauty", the man's hoarse voice whispered in her ear.
Melissa froze. He was here, with her. She felt him
leaning over her. Something brushed her thigh and she
jumped. The man told her to be quiet and not to cry yet.
Melissa had to fight her tears down.
He took her left wrist and tied a rope around it, then
affixed that to the headboard of her bed. He kissed her
mouth again. She didn't kiss back. Then he took her right
hand and guided it. She felt it touch something long, stiff
and warm. He told her to close her hand.
Sickeningly, Melissa realized she was holding his
penis. She felt him pull the covers away, exposing her
nakedness. Then he took her hand from his penis and tied it
like the other one.
Melissa had seen this once. She'd been about eight and
had snuck downstairs, where her parents were watching a
dirty film. On the film, a woman as tied down like she was
and a man had his penis in her vagina. She seemed to like
it, but Melissa knew that if the man put his in her, as he
was going to, it would hurt.
"Please don't", she whimpered.
"Please don't what, Melissa?"
"Please don't put it in me", she begged.
"You sound like you're crying, Melissa. I told you not
to cry. Do you want to cry, Melissa?"
"Yes", she whimpered.
"You can cry then. But you have to kiss me first, like
you mean it. Go on." He pressed his lips to hers. She'd
never kissed before, but she did her best to get it right,
to "mean it". The man seemed pleased. He told her they'd
do it some more tonight. Then he told her she could cry and
she immediately did so.
He continued to kiss her mouth, then her face, her neck
and shoulders. His hands caressed her body. Melissa cried
quietly, afraid of waking her parents. She didn't know he'd
drugged them.
He spent a long time sucking and pinching her delicate
nipples, then licked and kissed his way down her flat
stomach, tonguing her belly button. He licked her between
her legs, fondled her legs as well. The former made her
tears stop--it felt good. Then he fondled her legs some
more, and moved his hand up to her middle. She felt him
insert the tip of one finger.
Melissa tensed, but it didn't hurt that badly, and then
he was rubbing he a little, and it felt great. Melissa
began to gasp and whimper. She was shaking all over with
the sensations his rubbing brought. Then suddenly it was
too much. With a strangled gasp of surprise, she felt
herself give and flopped against the bed, shaking.
"Very good, Melissa", he told her. "You just had your
first orgasm." Then she felt him move off the bed, up next
to her head. She felt the soft fleshiness of his penis
against her lips. "Now take this in your mouth and suck on
it. Pretend your a baby and this is a bottle." He pushed
it further into her unresisting mouth. Melissa began to
suck.
Before long, her jaws hurt. The man had most of his
penis in her mouth now; it wasn't thick, but it was long,
and she was getting tired.
"I'm...coming!", he moaned, and a hot, thick liquid
splashed down her throat. She choked and gagged as she
tried to get it down. When it was over, he made her lick
his penis and then removed it from her mouth.
"Good, Melissa, you're learning. Tomorrow night we'll
do something different." He untied her hands and took the
ropes away. She felt him lay something on her chest, then
drew the covers up. "Now wait until I'm gone", he told her,
and she did, until she heard him slip out the window. As
soon as he was gone, she yanked off the blindfold and picked
up the picture. It was of Courtney, lying naked on her bed.
Melissa began to sob.
xxx
The next morning Melissa slept late, telling her mother
she felt sick. She did, really. Most of all, she dreaded
the night and the man. He'd promised to come back. But he
didn't, excpept in he nightmares. A week passed, Melissa
playing by his rules, but he didn't show up. Instead, she
got a threatening letter that he was still watching. He
warned her he wouldn't hurt her if she did as he wanted.
She would.
She would, for Courtney's sake.
.
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