From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind) Reply-To: an138013@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignettes 3/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff) Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:06:56 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <041353Z04081995@anon.penet.fi> Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Vague. Mysterious. Sometimes gentle. Sometimes violent. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ***************************************************************************** ********************************BLACKWIND************************************ ***************************************************************************** +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Anal/Bestiality/Bizarre/Bondage/Consensual/Gay/Golden Showers Lesbian/Necrophilia/Oral/Pedophilia/Romance/S&M/Snuff/Teen/Torture +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A.S.S. Name: Nightmare Vignette 3 (Courtney) Archive Name: NMV3.txt Lewdness Level: Extreme Contents: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ COURTNEY A BLACKWIND Vignette (Continuation of Threat) Courtney didn't understand what was wrong with her friend Melissa. She wasn't any fun anymore; she hardly laughed or smiled and never seemed to want to go out and play. Most of the time she just slept or stayed home. This had gone on for a week, and Courtney was getting mad. She decided to play by herself if Melissa didn't want to. She even played by Melissa's rules: today she had on a pair of blue denim shortalls that hugged her small body and ended at the top of her hips, along with a yellow short sleeve blouse and white tennis sneakers. Being only seven, she couldn't comprehend what was going on. She didn't know that Melissa was like a bug under a microscope, being watched, studied, used. Courtney didn't even know that she herself, as she lay sleeping, had been molested. These things were not part of her world. She didn't know, either, that by playing by Melissa's rules, she was also playing the game the man who threatened, and later orally raped Melissa, wanted. If she had known, she might not have made the mistake she did today. Courtney was a pretty girl. She was small, with curly, dark brown hair down to her shoulders and big, freckled cheeks. Her small body was slim and long legged and oozed innocent sexiness. As Courtney sat down to play with her dolls, she found one of them missing. She searched everywhere, but it was gone. Courtney had a good memory, and thought back to the last time she'd seen it. Up at the old storehouse, in the woods a mile from her house. Where a bear (actually, the man who stalked her and Melissa) had chased them. She wanted the doll back, but she was a little scared. Of the bear, of course. But that was a week ago; it would be long gone by now. And besides, there was something else she wanted to see up there. The "something" were pictures of girls like her and Melissa, some nude or partly nude, many bound and gagged. They fascinated her curiosity. She wanted to see them again, even though she didn't understand what they implicated. She made up her mind to go there. She knew Melissa wouldn't come so she'd have to go alone. For company she brought her stuffed Care Bear, Lionheart. She knew he would protect her. It was a long trip through the woods, and Courtney watched them constantly, afraid the bear would come back. She hurried up to the storehouse and went inside. "You stay here and guard", she told the stuffed Care Bear, sitting it down by the big open door. Then she turned and darted into the room where the pictures were kept, stored beneath an old cot. She pulled out the suitcase that held them and began looking them over. She didn't know any of the girls, but it wasn't hard to tell they didn't seem to be enjoying themselves. Courtney heard a footstep, and suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She found herself looking up at a tall, muscular man with dark hair. He wore a white half-tshirt, jeans and boots. He smiled at her. "Hello, Courtney. What are you doing here?" Courtney swallowed hard. She'd been caught. She looked at the pictures. "I came back for my dolly." "Your dolly? Is she in there with my pictures?" "No." "Then why were you in there, huh?" "I--" "You wanted to see them, right? All those pretty girls, just like you. They're all dollies, too. I liked pretty dollies. Do you want to be my dolly, Courtney? It's fun. We'll play a lot of games." His voice was calm and kind. It put Courtney at ease. "I guess. What'll we play?" "Let's play tie up. Put your hands behind you." Giggling, Courtney put her hands behind her. To her, it was just a game. The man tied her hands, tightly. She couldn't get loose. He tied her ankles next. Courtney stood still. Her eyes were on the pictures. Then she saw one. Of herself, naked on her bed. "Hey, that's me!", she shouted, and suddenly realized this wasn't a game. By then, it was too late. "That's right, Courtney. It's too bad you came up here and saw that. And me." He pulled a gag over her mouth and tied it, stifling any screams she might have uttered. "Now I can't let you go. And I'll have to punish you." He pushed the terrified little girl back down onto the cot. He picked up the Care Bear and threw it out the door, then turned to her and began to undress. "It's really too bad, Courtney. For you. This will hurt a lot." Courtney's eyes grew wide. Tears filled her eyes. She struggled, but the ropes were too tight. She was helpless. The man removed the rest of his clothes, his huge penis erect and ready. He picked up a knife showed it to her. "For later", he said. Then he lowered himself to her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.