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   One would think that the sight of a nude twelve year old girl running
down the side of a superhighway while a car backed up in pursuit would
attract attention and maybe even someone who would stop to investigate. 
Later there would be calls made to the police and people would bitterly
wish that they had stopped but unfortunately for her no one took the time
or the trouble that day.  There were no cell phones in the early seventies
so the calls were all too late.  She made her brave effort to win freedom
but had been chased down and taken away.  Grabbed on her way to school and
stripped while being taken from her once safe neighborhood she had used her
captor's inattention to jump from the car as he almost stopped for traffic
but to no avail.  Now she was beaten and tied as he took her away.  He
quickly took many twists and turns as he used the street grid to lose any
who might seek to follow.  When he was satisfied that it was safe he pulled
the car into the garage of the house he rented and closed the door.

   The basement had a mattress with a solid wooden frame built around it
and there were sturdy hooks in the floor joists overhead.  Her slight
strength was no match for his as she was tied to the corners of the
mattress with strong nylon cords.  The music playing ad the thick cement
walls hid the sounds of her screams and cries as he stripped off his
clothes and spread a thick coat of Vaseline on the small openings in her
crotch.  His fingers explored the tightness found there and his body
responded.  He bit her just forming breasts and forced his manhood into her
mouth and forced her to suck and lick it until he sprayed her throat and
face with his seed.

   She prayed that he would then release her but it was not to be.  His
attentions to her body soon had him dangerously hard and ready again and
she screamed with pain and terror as he ripped through the thin membrane of
her maidenhead.  She had dreamed as young girls do about someday having a
lover even though the details of loving were only foggy ideas.  Now she was
being taught the realities of sex and power.  The power of his pounding
thrusts drove the air from her lungs until all she could do was to gasp and
grunt with each impact.  He came in her, the jets hitting the wall of her
insides igniting her fears of having a baby.  He left her laying in on the
bloodstained mattress as he went to wash and have a beer.  When he returned
he toyed with her, comments about how did she like her first time and hot
she made him and threats as to what the day still held for her.  She tried
to close her eyes and ears to the sheer terror there in that basement but
his words still whipped her.  Prayers were useless no matter how hard she
tried she was forced back to the reality of her situation.

   He rolled her over so that she was face down and a old pillow was forced
under her hips.  She now faced the unknown.  Rape and intercourse were
things that she at least knew about, this was beyond her comprehension. 
The fingers in her butt hole hurt and she felt so dirty but when his prick
was forced in the pain of the ripping and tearing of her tender flesh
overwhelmed her.  She was granted a short reprieve but when she awoke the
pan and horror and shame were still there.  This time he was able to
continue far longer that before.  It seemed that it would never end.  By
the time he orgasmed she had been hammered into a dreamlike state except
this was a place where the worst nightmares ever lived.

   Once again she was left while he attended to his own needs.  Suffering
the flames and stabbing agonies from her treatment she now prayed to die.
It was quite a while before she was aware of his presence.  The flash from
the instant camera drew her back to reality.  He shot photos of her from
all angles and many positions.  Standing with her arms tied to over her
head, laying with legs spread.  Tied in positions she had not known about
but at the end she was still on her back and still tied to the corners of
the frame.

   This time when he entered her it was just something to survive.  She
knew what was happening and although it still was a horrible painful thing
she knew she could live through it, that it would sooner or later end.  She
was wrong.  He had lost so much of the excitement that he needed something
more to thrill him.  More was the feel of the soft neck giving under the
unrelenting pressure of his grip.  More was the sound of her gasping for
the breath of life.  More was the look of panic in her eyes.  And more was
the frantic struggling of her thin bogy as she fought for her life.  For
the first time she moved against him as he used her.  Her body was alive in
a way that had not been there before.  He watched, listened, and felt as
useless efforts to live only added to his own pleasure.  He moved faster
and faster.  Had she been allowed she might have taken comfort knowing the
end was near but she was not even aware of his frantic movements.  She was
devoting everything to her last battle and thus to increasing his
excitement.  Sometime during the unequal fight she lost.  He was too
involved with his own feelings to even notice when her pitiful attempts
stilled.  It was not until he had satisfied his own urges that he noted her
lack of movement.  Slaps and orders failed to get any response.  He finally
realized that she was dead.  He had spent her young life sooner than he had
planned but he figured it was worth it.  She had been wonderful and her
life was well spent as the coin which was used to purchase his pleasure. 
Her small still body was dumped like so much trash, only one of many that
had already dumped and only one of the many he would leave behind him as he
trailed death across the country over the next few years.