From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind) Reply-To: an138013@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignettes 4/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,surprise Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:07:30 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <041359Z04081995@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 4 (The Answer) Archive Name: NMV4.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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE ANSWER A BLACKWIND Vignette (Continuation of Courtney) Melissa Collier was understandably upset over the disappearance of her friend Courtney Beeler. That was how the adults around her saw it, anyhow, when they saw it at all. For a week they were attentive to her, comforting, while all the time totally unaware of the problem. It had started two weeks ago when she and Courtney had found what they thought was a new place to play. It was an old storehouse, part of an abandoned industrial park, set about a mile from the rural "upper middle class" tract community the two girls lived in. Because they were the only two children of nearly the same age living there (the tract had yet to have many buyers) they had become fast friends. Two weeks ago, as it were, they'd gone up to the storehouse--strictly off-limits, as it lay nearly two miles from home through a dense wood--to play. There they'd found a suitcase full of kiddie porn photos, which made Melissa nervous. Not ten minutes later she'd found herself the hostage of a man with a knife. During the short minutes of her ordeal, the man threatened her and Courtney in numerous ways, including an order for both girls to go around bare legged the rest of the summer, wearing only short shorts and no socks. On top of that, he had ordered Melissa to leave her window unlocked, and had in turn unlocked Courtney's as well. That very night he had molested Courtney as she lay drugged in her own bed, then tied Melissa to her own bed and molested and forced her to have oral sex with him. A week later, Courtney had disappeared. Today Melissa wore a white blouse under a pink pullover sweater, short white denim shorts and white sneakers. As she approached the old warehouse, her heart began to pound with dread. She'd avoided the place like the plague, knowing all too well that the answer to what happened to Courtney was here. As soon as she stepped inside, she saw him. "Come in, Melissa", he told her. He motioned her over to the bed, stopping only to tie her hands behind her back and gag her mouth. He sat the girl down on the bunk and bound her ankles, then laid her down. Melissa shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, but he got on her anyway, lowering his pants. "It's time you got your cherry popped, too", he laughed. Teasingly, he pulled her shorts down, then her panties. But he didn't enter her immediately "Now, I'll tell you what I did to your little friend." xxx 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. He slipped an arm unde the back of her neck and kissed her soft freckled cheeks, her ear, her eyes, her soft neck. His free hand slipped along the length of her bare thigh, then it was up again, undoing the buttons and straps of her shortalls. He pulled these down, past her hips to her knees, then her white cotton panties. "I'm going to pop your cherry, Courtney", he told her. His hand slid over her flat abdomen, down between her legs. Courtney was shaking and crying but now, but all that stopped when the pleasant sensations of his hand rubbing her bare mound hit her. She felt him insert his finger, rubbing deeper inside. She moaned, feeling pleasure. Then he removed his finger and put his penis in there. She felt him push slightly, felt it go inside of her. And now it hurt. Courtney's little back arched high as he pushed hard, hard enough to break her hymen and achieve total penetration. Her muffled screams rose and fell, echoing through the room with nobody to help her. The man was laughing, enjoying himself. She was tight inside, like all little virgins, and moist, the blood of her torn hymen lubricating him as he pumped her, driving her to newer and newer heights of pain. Though her eyes were closed he could read the fear and pain on her pretty young face. With great delight he reached under her blouse and tweaked her tiny, erect nipples, increasing her pain. The little girl thrashed under him, impaled on his throbbing mass, held there as he came deep inside of her and then fell on her with all of his weight, making her gasp for air. He got off of her and removed a camera from under the bed, snapping a picture. Unlike the other girls, he couldn't take chances with her, couldn't keep her here for days. Melissa might talk. It wouldn't take long, he knew, before the smart ten year old would figure where her friend was. It wouldn't stop him from having his fun now, however. He lowered himself to the girl again and raped her for the next twenty minutes. Her struggles were as fierce as the first time, but quickly lessened. Soon she was even moaning. Little girls loved to be raped, he had always said. When he'd finished with that, he sat the little girl up and pulled down her gag. She made no effort to scream or resist as he slid his cock into her mouth, enjoying the moist warmth. She began to suck it without giving him any trouble. He enjoyed himself, letting the child suck him off and swallow his thick, hot load. When it was done he withdrew and gagged her once more, satisfied. Grabbing her arm, he jerked the little girl to her feet and forced her outside. Looking around a moment, he turned and forced her into the woods. Courtney stumbled a lot as he took her into the woods. She was dazed and probably sick and he didn't care anyway. He found a suitable tree and tied her to it, wrapping a length of rope around her waist. Then he pulled out the knife and held it up for her to see. Courtney's eyes got real wide. She began to struggle, pulling furiously at the rope that held her. It was all for nothing. With nothing more than a smile, he shoved the knife into her chest and pulled it out, watching her blood spurt out. Courtney let out a small squeal, twitched a few times, and then hung limply against the ropes. Whistling a cheery tune, he untied her and carried her body away, to be gotten rid of where nobody would find her. xxx "Yeah, it was something. All that blood. Didn't know a little girl could bleed so much, huh? Don't worry, you'll get to see it. First, I'm going to pop you, though." As the man was lowering himself between her legs, Melissa felt a strange calm come over her. He was going to rape her--the idea was no longer terrifying. It was almost a relief. He would enter her, take her virginity. He would hurt her, but dammit, he would be done with her then! No matter what he did after that, no matter how many times he raped her, it would be over--the anticipation, the terror, everything. His little game would be over. He'd have what he wanted, the perfect little slave. She'd happily do whatever he wanted. The head of his cock touched the outer folds of her tiny, bare vagina and pushed itself in. Melissa tensed, ready for the pain, but she was not afraid. This man had raped and murdered her best friend, using her and throwing her away like garbage. Melissa knew she too, would die, but vowed not to give him the satisfaction of showing fear. She felt her hymen tear. The pain was nearly unbearable, but she didn't scream. The man was inside of her now, shoving harder to bury himself. The look on his face was angry. "Does it hurt, Melissa? Are you scared?" Melissa shook her head. He got angrier. "I'm going to hurt you, Melissa, worse than I hurt Courtney!" He began to pound her, his entire body driving against her, his penis like a piledriver. Melissa still wouldn't scream, though the pain was intense. Her body shook and her eyes watered. But she would not give in. Instead, she began to moan. "Fucking cunt! You aren't supposed to enjoy this!", he shouted, pounding so hard now her vision began to swim. She kept moaning, fighting the urge to give in to him, to scream and cry. Then he came. It happened so fast he got a surprised look, then became enraged. He began to slap her face, hard, violent slaps. The first one broke her nose and split her lip. Melissa did not feel it. It was as if her mind and body were two separate entities now, apart from one another. She was an observer, watching this man savage her young body. His rage grew worse. He picked up his knife and began to slash her face and abdomen, getting no response. He jammed it into her bloody slit and ripped up, gutting her. Melissa still felt nothing--no pain, no emotion. Her body was dying, but she was no longer in it. The man stood up, covered in her blood and bellowing with rage. She knew now that for the first time in his life he'd failed with a child, failed to make her afraid. It was too much for him. He'd gone insane. And then she was rushing away, the world growing black around her, then light, lighter, a great light at the end of a dark tunnel... xxx "Melissa." She was drifting now. The voice was familiar, soothing. She clung to it, tried to reach for it through the blackness. The light was still there, somewhere, all encompassing, warm and soothing. "Melissa, can you hear me?" The voice again. She knew it now, her mothers. She felt a hand on her forehead. Was she still alive? But how? Her eyes opened. Her mother was leaning over her, looking far older than she ever had. There were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. "Mommy...?", Melissa croaked. Her throat felt hot and dry. Her mother hugged her. Melissa tried to hug her back, but her arms wouldn't move. They felt as if they'd been strapped down. She also knew they hurt, little pinpricks all along her flesh. She remembered the man and his knife, the horrible slashing... Her mother let go of her. "Oh honey, we've been so worried! You've been unconscious for almost two weeks!" Melissa didn't know how to respond. She looked past her mother, to the room she lay in. It was brightly lit and sterile white. A hospital room. She looked down at her arms and saw they'd been strapped to the bed, tubes running out of them filled with all manner of fluids. There were other people in the room, her father, a nurse, and a doctor. When she saw the doctor, her heart jumped. It was him. The man who had raped her. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. "Him...", she murmured. "He hurt me..." "No honey, shh", her mother was stroking her hair. The doctor came over, a needle in his hand. Melissa tried to shrink away. He smiled at her, a pleasant smile, and spoke to her in calm tones. "There now, Melissa, this won't hurt", he told her, inserting the needle into her arm. Melissa jumped at the prick. How could they let him near her? "But I want to see her!", a voice suddenly shouted outside the hospital room door. It was a voice she knew well, and one she'd never hear again. Courtney. A moment later the door swung open and Courtney popped up at her side. "Melissa!" "Courtney, you're..." She couldn't say it. Had the man lied to her? Courtney smiled. "You've been so sick, I was so worried!" Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her face crumpled. "It's all my fault. I should've listened!" Melissa's mother pulled the girl away. "It wasn't your fault, honey. You didn't know." "What...what happened?", Melissa asked. One moment she was being murdered--Courtney dead--and now she was awake, looking at her friend whole and untouched, their vile killer standing right beside her--none of it made sense. "You came into contact with toxic waste", the doctor explained. "At an old storehouse not far from you home. Apparently you had some kind of reaction and you've been in a coma for two weeks." "Two weeks?", Melissa murmured. "That's right. The whole time you've been dreaming. A bad one, too, because we had to strap you down to keep the tubes in." He patted her hand. Melissa smiled. He no longer seemed like her rapist. It had all been a dream. xxx A week later Melissa was released from the hospital. She'd told the doctor about her dream and how he had been the one to terrorize her. He had a ready explanation for that. "You were in such a state that you saw me as a threat", he told her. "To your mind, I was hurting you in the worst possible ways. All the while I was trying to help you." Melissa was able to understand some of that, at least, and was grateful for it. She was even more grateful to find out her entire ordeal had just been a bad dream. What was more, Courtney was able to fill in how it had all started. "We went up to that old place to play", she'd told her. "And you found this old barrel in one of the rooms. You wanted to go but I wanted to stay. Then you started getting really dizzy and you went outside and fell down. I ran home and called the police." Melissa understood now. The "pictures" had been a barrel of toxic waste--only her mind had conveyed it differently. The rest was just a dream. So this story has a happy ending. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.