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Abducted Schoolgirl
By Grey Mead (greymead@hotmail.com)
***
I still can't believe how easy it was. Small-town America still
doesn't get it - crime (and I mean ugly crime) happens everywhere,
even in East Bum-fuck. (M/g, nc, rp)
***
Here's how it went down:
I stole the car out of a park and ride lot only 15 miles or so
away, cruised by the elementary school, and waited on a side
street where I could watch the kids. Maybe five minutes after the
bell rang to begin classes, she came strolling by - obviously
uninterested in school. I rolled down my window.
"Excuse me. Can you tell me where the police station is?" I don't
know if it would work with a kid who was wary of strangers, but I
always figure that pretending I need to find the police station
will put a kid off their guard - I mean, what criminal would want
to find a cop shop, right? This one was eager. Not only was she
not wary, she was eager to show off her knowledge. She walked
close to the car and started giving me directions. I acted
thoroughly confused. Finally, after two or three attempts, I asked
if she would ride with me and show me. Silly little girl agreed!
I told her to climb in and put the car in gear as soon as the door
was closed. "Fasten your seat belt - wouldn't want you to get
hurt!"
She looked at me, then complied. I smiled to myself as I
considered her fresh young body. She wasn't the best looking
little girl I ever saw, but she was cute. A little pudgy, which is
the way I like them, a cute smile with dimples, short, curly dark
hair. She was going to be a LOT of fun!
It didn't take her long to catch on that we weren't going to the
police station. At first she told me that I was missing the turn.
It didn't take long for it to dawn on her that I had no intention
of going there. "I want to go home," she sounded pretty nervous.
"Shut up." That did it. If she wasn't sure she was in trouble
before, she sure knew it now. She started crying and reached for
the door handle. She seemed pretty surprised when she found only
the nub that the handle fastens to. She knew she was trapped.
"I want to go home!" This time it was a whine, rising in
inflection almost like a question.
I slapped her. "I told you to shut up." Remarkably, that DID shut
her up for a moment or two. I don't think she actually believed
that I had hit her. Stupid kids these days. They need more
discipline. This one was going to learn discipline, that is for
sure!
I handed her the bag. It was made of black cloth and had a
drawstring around the mouth. "Put this over your head, girl."
She shook her head and glared at me. I slapped her again, harder.
A small drop of blood oozed from her lip where it had been cut by
a tooth. She shrieked and I did it again. "Shut up and put the bag
on, bitch!" My voice was almost as loud as her shriek had been.
"If I have to stop this car, you will ride in the trunk!"
At least now her crying was relatively quiet. She put the bag over
her head. I reached to pull the drawstring. Her crying muffled
further now, it was only her shaking shoulders that gave away the
fact that she was sobbing.
I pulled off the road at the little park I had scoped out
earlier. No cars in the parking lot, and we were out of sight of
the road. I climbed out of the car and went around to the
passenger door. I pulled her out and she stumbled on the gravel,
falling and cutting a knee open. I grabbed her arm and pulled her
to her feet, hustling her into the woods.
From here it was only a half a mile to the access road where I
had stashed my van. She kept stumbling and tripping, even though I
held her arm and guided her, but we made pretty good time. I
opened the side door and pushed her in. She was whimpering. I put
the handcuffs on her skinny little legs and fastened the
connecting chain to a ring on the floor with a padlock. That would
keep her from moving very far.
Ignoring her pleading, I closed the door and went around to climb
into the driver's seat. I was feeling pretty happy about the
soundproofed barrier I had built to separate the driver's
compartment from the back of the van. I turned on a light music
station and pulled out onto the highway. Within a few short hours,
I was a good two hundred miles away.
It was dark by the time I pulled into my garage and closed the
door. I opened the back of the van and was greeted by the sweet
sight of her little body sacked out on the floor. I removed the
handcuffs and carried her into the house.
She woke up when I started taking her clothes off of her. "What
are you doing?" she whined. I thought it was pretty obvious, so I
didn't answer.
She fought me, but after one or two hard slaps, she settled down
and let me finish the job, whimpering the whole time.
She was sweet, I have to say that. Even with scabbed knees from
our walk in the woods and the ugliness of her cut lip and the snot
that crusted her nose and the redness of her eyes, she was a cute
little thing. I grabbed a handful of her short hair and pulled her
into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I reached to turn on the shower and she stared at me. "What are
you going to do with me?" she whined.
"Honey, I'm going to give you a shower. You don't expect me to
fuck a dirty, messy little kid, do you?"
She screamed then, and struggled to get away. I chuckled. "Honey,
where do you think you are going to go? We are miles from anywhere
and you wouldn't even know which way to start walking."
I pushed her under the water, and told her to get clean. I left
the shower curtain open and sat on the toilet, watching
appreciatively as the water streamed over her little titless body.
She tried to stay turned away from me so that I could not see, but
responded almost immediately when I warned her to stay turned
toward me. "Let me see you clean your little cunt," I told her.
Open it up and clean it real good. Someone had taught her how to
obey her elders well. She responded quickly. My cock grew hard as
I watched this little girl rubbing the soap into her pussy. "Do
you like to play with yourself?" She didn't answer. I stood up and
raised my hand and asked her again.
"Yes," her voice was very small and she cringed as if she expected
a blow.
It was too good. This girl was almost training herself!
"Do it now. Show me how you play with yourself." I sat back on the
toilet to watch. She looked at me, then looked down at herself,
blushing.
"I don't want to," she admitted.
"I didn't ask if you want to. Do it."
Her little hands opened her pussy again. With one palm, she pushed
against the top of her little hairless slit while the other one
fluttered around the puffy lips. I grew bored and restless. Little
girls never know how to do it right. I threw a towel at her.
"Okay, you can dry off now."
I watched as she dried herself. She was, by now, getting used to
being exposed to my eyes, and did not hide behind the towel much.
When I judged she was dry enough, I opened the door and led her to
the bedroom, picked her up and put her on the bed.
"Is this where I am going to sleep?" she asked. I smiled as I
began to strip off. I left the rope ends where they were, under
the mattress. This girl was small enough I wouldn't need to tie
her. No matter how hard she struggled, I would be able to control
her.
She watched, wide-eyed as I discarded my briefs and exposed my
rock-hard cock. I don't think she had ever seen a man's cock
before, and I am sure she didn't know quite what was coming. When
I climbed up between her legs and put my hand on her pussy, she
yelped a little, but she quieted down when I raised my hand.
Again, I touched her little pussy. I looked into her face, but her
eyes were squinched tight. I think she was trying to be somewhere
else. I shrugged and lowered myself, guiding my cock to the
swollen little lips of her pussy. When I parted the lips with my
cock head, she yelped, but that was nothing like the noise she
made when I pushed against her, lodging the first few inches of my
prick in her! God was she tight! I don't think I had ever felt
anything quite so good.
Her eyes flew open and she screamed aloud. I clapped a hand over
her mouth and glared down at her as I pushed in a little farther.
She screamed into my hand. I pulled out a little, letting the
blood of her virginity serve as a lubricant, and pushed again,
sinking the remaining length of my cock into her. She was very
pale. I believe she came close to passing out at that moment. I
waited for several moments before I began to thrust into her.
I was enjoying myself thoroughly, knowing that I was the first in
this pussy. She was hot and tight, and I knew I was going to cum
in very short time. After several minutes of laying stiff and
still, I became aware that she was pushing back against me, her
little hips lifting and falling on the bed as she maximized our
fucking.
When I felt her shudder under me, I let the heat growing inside me
erupt, filling her tight little pussy with the hot seed of my
cumming. It filled her and squished out along the length of my
cock, drooling from her pussy and kissing my balls. I pulled her
close and kissed her for the first time and was surprised to find
her tongue caressing my own.
--=--
"That was great, honey," she purred. But next time, you be a
little boy, and I'll be the perverted baby-sitter, okay?
I smiled. Ever since we had started our role-playing, we had
explored many fantasies, but the perverted baby-sitter was one of
my favorites. "Honey," I whispered as I circled a nipple with my
forefinger, "you can babysit me any time!"