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Subject: {ASSM} Abducted Schoolgirl (Mg Rape NC)
Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 20:10:02 -0400
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I still can't believe how easy it was.  Smalltown America still doesn't get 
it - crime (and I mean ugly crime) happens everywhere, even in East Bumfuck.

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 
handfull 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!"
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