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Subject: {ASSM} Police Evacuated Our Farmhouse 01: The Bad Man {Georgie Porgie} (M/g8g7g6 pedo kidnap drug bond rape)
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       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
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People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
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   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
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   description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
   is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

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               The Night the Police Evacuated Our Farmhouse

                          Chapter 1: The Bad Man
                   (M/g8g7g6 pedo kidnap drug bond rape)

This fantasy involves kidnapping by deception, drugging, bondage, and
rape.  Two men use a trick to kidnap a family with three girls, age 8, 7,
and 6.  One of the men gets the girls to play with, and proceeds to rape
the eight-year-old.  Following chapters go further, with more rapes and
cruel torture.

I'm not into gore and grossness, so the only bodily fluid you'll find
in the following is tears, and there is no physical injury described.
(If you want that sort of thing, you'll have to imagine it yourself.)
If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would enjoy, then either don't
read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing anyone to read this
fantasy.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope
will never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

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               The Night the Police Evacuated Our Farmhouse

                              by Cathy, age 7
                       (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)


                          Chapter 1: The Bad Man
                              29 August 1988

     We went to sleep that night the same as any other night.  Aunt May
had taken a bath with us girls, and we had taken turns drying each
other off and dusting on the baby powder with the tickle brush.  My big
sister, Susanne, tickled me all over with the brush, while I giggled
and tried to get away from Aunt May, who held my arms behind me.  Then
she held my little sister, Melissa, and let me powder her all over.  I
especially liked tickling her in front, because that's where I liked to
be tickled the most.

     Then Susanne and I had put on our nightgowns and Aunt May had
helped Melissa put on her pajama tops and bottoms.  I went to my bedroom
and Aunt May came in and listened to me say my prayers, kissed me and
left.  Mommy brought in my unicorn doll and sat on my bed stroking my
hair, like she always did.  Then she hugged me a long time and kissed
me, and tucked me in, and I went to sleep and dreamed about dancing in
my frilly white dress.

     I woke suddenly, startled to hear the siren just outside my window.
I quickly flung off my covers and ran to the window.  I had to stand up
on my toybox to see over the roof of the porch.  There was a police car
sitting in the driveway beside the tractor and the plow.  Its lights
were flashing so I could see the policemen just before they disappeared
under the porch roof.  There was a van behind the police car.  I
didn't see anything else happening from there, but I could hear Aunt
May talking to the policemen downstairs. I straightened my nightgown,
picked up Ginger Snap, my kitty, and went out of my bedroom to the
stairs railing.

     Melissa was already there watching, and Susanne showed up right
after I did.  Right away she told Melissa to go back and put on her
pajama bottoms, and teased her for letting the policemen see her half
naked.  Susanne is eight years old, almost nine, and she worries about
stuff like that even when something exciting is happening.  I'm sure
Melissa didn't care at all, she's only six, but she ran off to get her
bottoms anyway.  Susanne was right this time, though, because the second
policeman stared at Melissa until she moved out of his sight.  The first
policeman was telling Aunt May and Mommy something about a train and
poison and they all sounded real worried.

     Then Mommy turned and called to us, "Susanne, Cathy, Melissa, come
down here.  We have to leave the house for awhile, until it's safe to
come back.  These policemen will take us to a safe place to stay."

     "What's wrong?" asked Susanne.  "Can I bring Ginger Snap?" I asked.
"I don't want to go!" wailed Melissa, coming back then still pulling her
pajamas up.  The second policeman stared at her again until she had them
all the way up.

     "There's been a train wreck just down the road, you know where we
go over the tracks on the way to church?  The train was carrying some
stuff that can be very bad for us if we breathe it, so we have to go
away from here until the mess is cleaned up.  Yes, of course you can
bring Ginger Snap, Cathy.  Melissa, we have to go, it's going to smell
very bad here for a long time, and you don't want to stay where it
smells bad, do you?"

     "I'll be right down as soon as I get dressed," Susanne said,
turning to go back to her bedroom.

     "Get down here NOW!  There's no time to waste!" Mommy shouted at
her.  Melissa and I were already running down the stairs.

     "You mean I have to go outside in my nightgown?" Susanne
questioned, angrily.  "I don't even have any panties on."  Sometimes
she is a real dunce, you know?  But this time we should have listened
to her, as it turned out.

     "Well grab some panties and get down here, don't stop to put them
on.  We have to get out of here very soon," Mommy told her.  "Cathy,
Melissa, follow this policeman and do everything he tells you to do,"
she commanded us.  I noticed that the policemen each had one of those
big black masks with the real big round noses, hanging from their belts.

     The second policeman took Melissa's hand and put his arm around my
shoulder, and led us out the door to the van.  He opened up the door and
lifted us into the back.  He put his hands under my nightgown right on
my panties to lift me up into the van.  When he lifted up Melissa, right
before letting go of her waist he pulled her pajamas down a couple
inches so part of her bottom showed.  Maybe he did it accidentally, but
I don't think so.  Then he shut the van door and went back to the house.

     The van didn't have any windows in back, so we sat in the dark.  It
wasn't very long before the door opened again and the second policeman
lifted Susanne into the van, the same way he had lifted me.  She was
carrying a pair of panties, so she obviously was not wearing them.  She
tried to kick the policeman right after he let go of her, but she fell
down into the van instead.

     "Where's Mommy and Aunt May?" I asked him.

     "They're going to ride in the car," the second policeman replied,
and again closed the door on us.  He got in the front of the van and
shut the door, then for some reason he put on the mask.  Then he reached
around to a tank behind his seat and turned a handle on it a few times,
and I heard something start hissing.

     I walked up to the wire fence between me and his seat.  "What's
that for?" I asked him, but he just ignored me, so I went back and sat
down on the rough seats.  I heard the police car drive away, but it
didn't have its lights on anymore, not even the headlights.  We followed
in the van for awhile, at least until I fell asleep.  I don't know how I
could have slept, when there was so much excitement, but I did.  Melissa
had already fallen asleep, but Susanne said to me "You know what that
creep did?"  I was too sleepy to answer, and I guess she was too sleepy
to repeat the question.

     When I woke up again, I had a real surprise waiting for me.  I was
in a room I had never seen before, but that wasn't the surprise.  My
wrists were tied together with some kind of soft rope, which was looped
over a big hook in the middle of the ceiling where the light should have
been.  I was hanging from the hook by my arms, wearing the nightgown I
had put on the previous night.  I couldn't tell if I was still wearing
my panties or not.  I got my feet under me and found I could stand, but
my hands were still held way over my head.  I was a little sore but not
too bad.  I must not have been hanging there for very long.

     The room was real strange, too.  It had six walls instead of being
square like other rooms.  The only furniture was a table off by one
wall.  All the walls were a very light brown.  The lights were all
pointing at me, from all six corners of the ceiling.  There was a door
in one wall that I almost didn't see.  There was no doorknob on the
inside of it.  There were smaller hooks high up on each of the walls,
and there were six more hooks in the ceiling.  I was on the center hook.
On one of the walls there were lots of strange things hanging on a lot
of small hooks.  The only ones I could recognize were the cattle prod
and the bull whip.  I didn't know why I was tied up, but I felt better
knowing there were some farmers around like my Aunt May and Mommy.

     I was still looking around, wondering what was happening, when the
door opened and the second policeman came in carrying Susanne.  I knew
who he was from his face, even though he wasn't wearing his uniform.
In fact I could see he wasn't wearing anything at all, which surprised
me.  As he held Susanne up by her arms, I saw that her wrists were tied
like mine.  He looped her rope over another hook, and she hung limp.
He hugged her gently and lifted her up a few inches a couple times.
I thought he might lift her up off the hook again but he didn't.

     I wanted to ask him what was going on, but when he stepped back
away from Susanne, I stared at what I saw.  He had a real strange animal
attached to him, with hair all around it, covering up his little lips.
I'd never seen anything like it before.  The animal's thick tail was
pointing up at Susanne, and wagged around as he moved.  He saw me
staring at it and winked at me.  Then he left and closed the door before
I could say anything.  It must be his pet, I thought, or he wouldn't
carry it around like that.

     Soon he came back, this time carrying Melissa.  Her pajama bottoms
were down far enough in back that her whole bottom showed, and he was
feeling her there as he carried her.  "Where's Aunt May?" I asked, as he
hung Melissa on a hook.  Her feet didn't reach the floor.  "I want my
Mommy!" I pleaded, almost crying.  I didn't like what he was doing to
Melissa, and I was afraid he might do something to me, too.  I tried
rubbing my legs together and twisting, but I still couldn't tell if I
had my panties on.  I didn't feel them, and I knew that if I didn't have
them on, the policeman had taken them off while I was asleep.  I didn't
know why he would do that, but I hoped he hadn't.

     I looked at the animal again when he let go of Melissa.  "What
kind of animal is that?" I asked.  Its thick tail was still standing
up straight. "Why doesn't the tail have any hair on it?"

     He looked at me and thought for a bit, smiling strangely.  "It's a
hot-blooded pussy-eating lion snake, and this is the head, not the tail.
Want to pet it?"

     "No!  Get it away from me!" I screamed, as he brought it close to
me.  I tried to back away, but I couldn't, and he put his arms around
me and pushed the animal right up to my tummy and let it rub against me.
"Let me go!  I'm going to tell Mommy."

     He laughed at me.  "You aren't likely to see your Mommy or your
Aunt May again.  You see, I had a deal with the other guy.  He got the
women, to do anything he wanted with.  And I got the girls.  We're going
to have a lot of fun together, aren't we?  I will, anyway, you probably
won't.  We spent a lot of money on those cop uniforms and the car, now
I'm going to get my money's worth."

     "You mean you're not a policeman?" I asked him.  "You tricked us!
You're a bad man.  You, you hippopotamus!!"  I tried not to cry, since I
didn't want Susanne to wake up and see me crying.  She makes fun of me
whenever I cry, calling me a bawlbaby.  Even though I tried, tears were
running down my cheeks anyway.

     Then I got another surprise.  The man reached out his hand toward
me.  I tried to keep away, but he put one arm around me and held me.
With his other hand he gently brushed my tears away, then he kissed me
on both cheeks and hugged me gently.  He was almost as nice as Mommy is
when I fall down and scrape my knee.  When I stopped crying, he smiled
at me, and I smiled back at him.

     Then his animal started to rub my tummy again, and he pulled up
my nightgown in back and started feeling my bottom.  I knew then that
I still had on my panties under my nightgown.  He put his hands inside
my panties and pulled them down in back as far as Melissa's pajamas.
I struggled but he held me tighter and tighter so I gave up and let him
feel me.  I couldn't have done anything to stop him.  He ran his hands
up and down my back and my legs, especially all over my bottom, which
he squeezed and pushed and rubbed while I stood there letting him do
whatever he wanted.  He turned me around and pulled my nightgown way
up, with my panties still down, and I stood there while he looked at
my bottom for a long time.  I couldn't see him, but I saw Melissa still
hanging by her arms, her feet not touching the floor, turning slowly,
her bottom and part of her tummy showing, where her pajamas were pulled
down.

     "Please let Melissa down, mister.  Her feet are off the ground and
you're hurting her arms," I pleaded.  He let my nightgown drop without
pulling my panties back up, turned me around again and kissed me on the
forehead.  Then he walked over to a wall and turned a knob.  The hook
Melissa was hanging from started to go up, lifting her even further off
the floor.  He turned the knob the other way and she slowly lowered down
until her knees were touching the floor.  She was still hanging limply,
but I could tell she was sleeping.

     Just then Susanne woke up, and looked around, and found herself
tied up in her nightgown hanging from a hook just like I was.  I turned
away so she wouldn't see that I had been crying.  I turned back to watch
when she started crying herself, struggling like mad and kicking.  Of
course she didn't get loose, the man just turned another knob and lifted
her off the ground and let her swing and kick until she was tired.  When
she stopped kicking and crying so loud, and was just sobbing quietly,
the man lowered her down so she could stand on the floor, then went
over to her and tried to hold her and kiss her.  She kicked one more
time but the man caught her foot and pulled it up as high as her head.
He grabbed a rope from the wall and tied it around her ankle and put
the other end over another one of the big hooks.  Susanne was really
screaming again, and no wonder.  Her nightgown wasn't covering anything
below her waist in front, and her little lips were showing plain as day.
The man took her other ankle and tied it to a third hook, then he went
to the wall and lowered the hook her wrists were tied to and raised the
ones her ankles were on.  She was hanging upside-down, and her nightgown
fell all the way to her neck.  She was almost completely naked in front
of the man.  I could see her little lips spread so wide apart they
didn't even look like lips.  He took a pair of scissors out of a drawer
in the table, and cut big holes in her nightgown.  Then he felt her all
over, even her little lips, which he said was her pussy, even though
it didn't look anything at all like Ginger Snap.  She was too tired to
struggle anymore but she never stopped sobbing.

     Melissa had woken up, but she hadn't said anything.  She just
looked at Susanne hanging upside-down and naked, and looked at her own
pajama bottoms pulled partway down, and looked at me in my nightgown
and my arms tied over my head.  She had no idea what was going on, and
I wasn't going to tell her.  The man might start doing more things to
her, or to me, if he heard us talking.  I didn't want him to hang me
upside-down.  If he wanted to feel me, I would just stand still and let
him feel me anywhere he wanted to, even if he wanted to let his animal
run all over me.  I hoped that Melissa would do as I did so he wouldn't
hang her upside-down either.

     He finally cut Susanne's nightgown off completely, then lowered
her down to the  floor.  Her hands and her feet were still tied to the
hooks, so she was laying on the floor looking up at the man who stood
between her spread legs.  Then he lay down on top of her.  Susanne
screamed when he let his animal put its head in between her little
lips. I mean she really screamed, like it was biting her or worse, not
like she was just scared of it.  The man moved up and down on her a
lot of times, letting his animal bite her there over and over while
she screamed in agony and struggled trying to get away from him.  Then
he got up and untied the ropes from her wrists.  He didn't untie her
ankles, though.  She held herself where the animal had bitten her,
and lay there crying and sobbing.  And she used to call ME a crybaby!

     Then he turned and looked at Melissa, walked over to her, and put
his hand inside her pajama bottoms and started rubbing her little lips
and her bottom some more.  Melissa started twisting and pulling to get
away from him, and begging him "No, no, stop it, don't hurt me, please!"
I knew that if Melissa didn't stop struggling she would soon be naked on
the floor, sobbing, just like Susanne.

     "Please, mister, do me next, not Melissa.  She won't struggle away
from you after she sees that I didn't.  I don't want you to hurt her
like Susanne made you do.  Please?  You can do anything you want to me
and I won't even try to stop you.  But please don't let your animal bite
me as many times as it bit Susanne, please?"

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