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* SOPHIE by raymond                                                   *
* STORY CODES: Mf/nc/pedo/rape                                        *
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**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE ****************************
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* This story is fiction.  Yes, that's right - Fiction.  All the       *
* characters have been made up, and what follows did not actually     *
* happen.  The names are not real, and any correlations between this  *
* story and real live events are pure coincidences.  No, honestly,    *
* they are.                                                           *
*                                                                     *
* This story contains non-consensual sexual intercourse between a man *
* and a young girl.  If you are under 18, or reading this ficticious  *
* story is illegal in your country or jurisdiction, or you feel that  *
* you will be disturbed reading this story, then please stop now.     *
* Otherwise, I hope you enjoy, and urge you to leave feedback -       *
* preferably via email, but through ASSD will suffice!                *
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*************************************************** R A Y M O N D ***** 

SOPHIE – PART I

There she was.  So pretty, so innocent… so mine.  I had gone to the park on
my day off when I saw her.  She was around nine or ten, her dark hair
glistening in the early autumnal sunset, flowing down her back in a loose
ponytail.  Her dress was the blue and white chequered one that formed part
of the girls' uniform at the local primary school, and she was sat on the
swing in such a way that I could see her white underwear, teasingly for
only a brief second at a time as she swung back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth.  I licked my lips.  I had only come here today for a bit of
watching, not to make a capture.  Of course, I had prepared for such an
eventuality like I always did, but for the most part my sexual relief's
came in the form of my friend’s twelve-year-old daughter which was all well
and good, but I craved the innocence that you just don’t get with a girl
who has been sexually active since she was six years old.

This would only be my third capture if I carried it out, yet the only one
done in daylight.  Nonetheless, this girl captivated me and I knew I had to
get her.  I surveyed the area.  The park was surrounded by trees except for
the road the car I was in was parked on, and aside from a young mother and
her toddler son, this girl was the only person there.  The mother was
facing away from the girl; probably didn’t even know she was there.  The
road ran about 20 metres from where the swings were, so all I had to do was
get my car around the back and stuff her in the boot without being noticed.
It seemed simple enough in theory at least.  I turned the key in my
ignition, and watched for the reactions when the engine started.  There
were none.  I slowly drove round to behind the swings.  A small opening in
the fencing between the road and swings provided my chance.  I stopped,
leaving the engine running.  The girl’s swinging slowed down.  I reached
into my glove box for the bottle of chloroform sloshed a bit onto a rag of
material.  I had a quick look round to see if anybody had shown up in the
past minute; none had, so I pulled the release for my boot, got out of the
car, stood behind the swing, and stopped it as it reached the backswing.
Working quickly, I put the rag over her mouth and she became limp in my
arms without any noise.  I quickly checked that the mother hadn’t seen me,
and satisfied that she was too busy with her son to notice what I was
doing, had a quick scour round to make sure we were still alone before
placing the girl gently in my boot.

I drove away carefully so not to make attention to myself, and as I lived a
fair distance away from where I abducted the girl, I took a long-winded 
route home: taking turns I did not need, double backing on myself, making
sure I was not being followed.  As my house was off the main road and down
a lane, I knew that any vehicle that followed me down the lane was very
likely following me, but I was satisfied the whole journey that such was
not the case and I had got home without any unwelcome visitors, just the
reluctant visitor lying in my boot.  I drove into my garage which closed
automatically behind me, and took the still unconscious girl into the house
and placed her on the bed in my spare bedroom.  Stretching her arms and
legs out, I tied her to the four corners of the bed, noticing as I pulled
her legs apart that those beautiful knickers of hers were not white as I
had first thought, but a delicate shade of pink.  She moved slightly, and I
knew from that the chloroform was wearing off, so I picked up a scrap of
material from the floor, and stuck it in her mouth, lifting her head to tie
it in place with a fifth piece of baler cord.  I shut the blinds, and
switched the light off as I left the room, imagining the terror she would
feel when she woke up, gagged, tied up, in the dark, and somewhere where
she does not know.  Another part of the fun that I didn’t get from screwing
my friend’s twelve-year-old.

I went downstairs to my living room, and turned on the TV in time for the 6
O'clock evening news.  My girl’s disappearance was the last item before the
sport in the local news section, only in passing.  No names were given
which was a shame as I find that girls get scared more when you know their
name, but I did find out that people had noticed a dark blue car acting
suspiciously in the area which suited me fine as my car was silver.  I
knew, however, that the police didn’t give all the information, so while a
silver car was not mentioned, that didn’t mean to say that they weren’t
searching for one.  I would keep an eye on the news reports as missing
children always made the headlines and I needed to keep out of the
limelight.  My first abduction, a twelve-year-old was treated as a runaway
case, so no abductor was searched for (helped also by me getting the girl
to write a runaway note), while my second one, a seven-year-old, didn’t
surface on the news at all for some reason, so that was fine by me.  This
one, however, did look like it was being treated as a kidnap from the word
go.  I needed more information about what was happening, but first, food,
and second, sex.  I know my priorities here were slightly backwards, but I
hadn't eaten since breakfast almost 12 hours ago now.

I wandered into the kitchen and took a boil-in-the-bag curry out of the
freezer and put it in to boil.  In my mind, I started planning what I was
going to do to this girl.  I wasn't entirely sure, but my mind went into
overdrive.  So much so, in fact, that I didn't hear the phone ring.
'Hi, this is Pete Miller, leave a message,' said my answering machine tape.
I thought I might as well let whoever it was speak on there first – if it
was somebody important I'd pick it up and spin them some line about me
being on the toilet or something.

'Hi Pete, it's Steve here,' said the voice on the tape – a friend of mine,
PC Steve Stanley of the local constabulary.  Bent as a three bob note
though, and into a bit of the old preteen action himself.  'Either you're
busy or you've heard about the girl who's disappeared and wishing you had
her eh?' he joked.  I let it continue on for the time being, just in case
he was setting a trap – you could never be to sure whether he was Steve or
PC Stanley.  'Just thought I'd let you know that I've been assigned the
case, and it seems like a car matching your description was seen around
where the girl was last seen.  Don't worry – I'll try and steer them away
from you, whether you have her or not.  Incidentally, I know they didn't
mention much on the news, so I thought I'd give you a name.  She's called
Sophie Johanssen and she turned 10 about a month ago.  Don't worry, despite
the surname she is English.  I've seen her family too – single mother who's
a minor druggie, you know, bit of weed, that sort of thing, and a really
adorable little sister, Ellie, she's six.  I'd assume that they've 
different fathers too given what their mother is like.  It's possible that
this won't go far actually.  Anyway, best be off.  Catch you again soon.'

I smiled.  There was the information I needed.  My car had been seen and
noted, but good ole Steve would direct them away from this.  As soon as
I'd eaten, I'd go and see Sophie and let her know of her fate.


I put my ear to the door of my spare bedroom and listened.  She wasn't
moving, or even trying to move.  Her breathing was fast, probably due to
her frightened state of mind, but other than that there were no other
sounds.  I opened the door, hearing her head move towards the creaking
sound.  I closed it behind me.

'Close your eyes,' I said neutrally.

'What' or 'Why' Sophie tried to reply.  It might have been something else,
but it sounded like one of those two.

'I'm about to switch the light on, and if you've had your eyes open since
you woke up, they're going to sting,' I said, still neutrally. 'So, I'd
suggest closing them so they can adjust properly.  Are they closed?'

Sophie said something resembling 'yes' through her gag.

'OK, I'm switching the lights on now,' I said, and made true on my word.
My own eyes stung slightly as they had become partially accustomed to the
dim light in the room.  I walked over to the bed where my angel lay tied
spread eagled.  Her eyes were open, but whether she had taken my advice
and had just opened them, or whether she kept them open throughout I did
not know.

'Right then Sophie,' I said clapping my hands in a businessman type way.
'I'm about to take off your gag, but you're not going to make any sound.
You will not scream, shout for help, or anything like that.  OK?'

Sophie nodded.

'Lift your head up sweetheart,' I said, and struggling to keep it up,
Sophie lifted her head, enough for me to untie the baler cord that held her
gag in place.  I assume that Sophie resisted the urge to spit the gag out
of her mouth.  I wouldn't have minded, but was glad she didn't.  I pulled
the scrap of cloth out of her mouth, my hand ready to clasp over her mouth
had she decided to scream.  She didn't, and exercised her jaw muscles which
were no doubt aching from being open for a few hours.

'OK.  You're probably aware that I have kidnapped you,' I said.  Sophie
nodded.  'Do you know why I've kidnapped you?  It's because I saw you in
the park, thought you were an exceptionally beautiful little girl, and
wanted to have sex with you.  You know what sex is?'

Even in these enlightened times, it's still amazing the number of ten year
olds who don't know what sex is.

Sophie was not one of these children however, and she nodded cautiously.

'You can speak Sophie,' I said, ' just don't scream.  Do you know what sex
is?'

'Yes,' Sophie said in a timid voice.  'You're going to stick your thing in
me.  Please don't,'

I smirked.  'You know what Sophie, If I had a pound every time a girl asked
me not to have sex with them, I'd – well, I wouldn't be rich exactly, but
I'd have a good ten or fifteen pounds.  It's nothing to worry about
sweetheart, it'll hurt a little bit, but only a little bit.  It's natural
you know.  If you were kidnapped by somebody else, they would probably go
rough on you, but I'm not like that.  Not on a first fuck anyway.'

Sophie looked up at me with her big brown eyes wide with fright.  I stood
up off the bed, and took my clothes off.  Sophie had started to sob
slightly.  Undressed, I reached onto the floor and picked up a pair of
scissors.  I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs.  Her wide
eyes seemed to get even wider at the sight of the scissors – they were
quite large ones – or it could have been the sight of the naked man between
her legs.  Whichever it was, it didn't really bother me.  Without saying
anything, I opened the scissors and put the material of her school dress in
between the two blades.  Sophie's sobbing increased slightly as I started
cutting up the side of her dress towards the hole where her arm came out.
I repeated with the other side of her dress, and from the neck hole to the
edge of the arm holes. Lifting the fabric off of her, I saw that in
addition to her pale pink panties (with the smallest urine stain in the
crotch), she also had on a matching training bra.  Girls grow up so quickly
these days, I thought, that they have to wear bras when they're ten years
old.  When I was a kid, the girl who lived next door didn't start wearing a
bra until she was 14 because her mother didn't allow it (the fact that she
had breasts from about 11 is probably what sparked my interest in young
girls, but that's another story!).

With a little difficulty, I removed the remains of her dress from
underneath her, so she now lay naked on the bed in my spare bedroom, aside
from her undergarments and her shoes and socks – noticing for the first
time that her socks were also the same shade of pink.  Tears were beginning
to well up in Sophie's eyes, but her sobbing remained relatively quiet.
Even so, the nearest house was a fair distance away, so any noises she made
would likely be unheard.  I took the scissors and snipped her bra off,
revealing her almost flat chest.  Her slightly puffy nipples were obviously
why she felt like she needed a bra, but they were no bigger than a grape
really.  I put one of my hands over each of them.  Sophie gasped and
flinched as I did so, and started squirming against her bonds as I started
kneading them with the palm of my hands, her sobs gradually graduating into
cries.  I moved my left hand away and moved my head down to start to lick
and suck her right nipple.  There was a slight taste of sweat, but whether
that was from my hand or from her own sweat glands I was unsure.  The
overwhelming sensation in my mouth wasn't the taste however, it was the
softness of Sophie's body.  I switched over to her other nipple, and
started biting this one to see what reaction I would get from the poor
girl.

I felt a little sorry for the girl really, after all, if it weren't for me,
she would probably go on and live a long and fruitful life, perhaps go to
university and become a doctor or something.  I wasn't entirely sure what I
would do to her after I finished with her.  The first two girls I kidnapped
I passed (the younger one was sold) onto somebody else.  They were either
sex slaves – in this country or abroad – or had been killed by some
necrophiliac or something.  I wasn't into killing my girls, I didn't see a
need to.  But already I was beginning to feel something for little Sophie
Johanssen; I could return her and hope she would stay quiet (which was
unlikely I suppose), or I could keep her as my own daughter.  I had always
wanted a daughter, but my perverted ways prevented me from holding down a
relationship with a woman who could provide me with one.  I could keep
Sophie until she provided me with a daughter – there was an idea.

Enough thinking for now.

I took my head and my hands away from her body.  Tears streamed down
Sophie's face, but her crying had returned to lose sobs.  I decided to save
her beautiful cunt for later, and leave her underwear on for the time
being.

'You're going to give me a blow job now,' I said, straddling my legs either
side of her torso, grabbing my cock in my hand and directing it to her
mouth.  'You know what one of those is?'

Sophie nodded.  This took me off guard.

'You do?' I said, genuinely surprised.

'Yes,' Sophie said in a quiet and embarrassed voice.

Still holding my cock in the same place as before, about an inch or two
from her mouth, I said: 'and how does a nice young girl like you know what
a blow job is?'

Sophie swallowed loudly.  Not loud enough to be classed as a gulp though.
'My mum made me give one to her dealer when she had no money,' she said.

I raised my eyebrows.  This was an interesting situation, and one I would
tell Steve about.  But this meant that this young girl was spoiled goods.
How often had this happened, and was it anything other than a blow job?
Was she intact where it counted?  Was there a cherry tree inside of her,
and had it, so to speak, been harvested?

'It only happened once,' Sophie said when I asked her, 'and he never did
anything else,'

'Good,' I said, and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.  I wanted to be the
harvester here, not some good for nothing drug dealer.  'Then I expect
you're good so I'm not going to tell you what I want you to do.'  I pushed
closer.  'Open up,' I said.  She didn't.  I put the hot tip of my erect
member to her closed mouth.  'Open up,' I repeated, pushing slightly.  She
opened her mouth a little way and I managed to push in.

I'm not an exactly large person when it comes to the size of my penis –
only about 5 ½ inches when erect, but the mouth of a ten year old does not
fit all that in.  In fact, only about two inches were in Sophie's mouth
when she started to lick and suck it.  My friend's twelve year old was
quite a pro when it came to sucking cock, like I said earlier, it's six
years of practice.  I've also done girls who have never done it before, and
their innocence and clumsiness had their own charms.  Sophie was unlike any
blow job I had ever received.  The arousal was probably heightened by the
fact that Sophie was the only girl who had sucked me off whilst tied to the
four corners of a bedpost, her actions being scuppered by the awkward
position she was in.  She was either novicely professional or a
professional amateur in her actions.

I took my hands and put them behind her head, and started pulling her head
towards my crotch, heavily easing my cock further into her mouth.  Her
licking had stopped as her mouth was full of man meat, and I could feel her
retch as the head hit the back of her throat.  I pulled out and in a few
times before I felt the pressure welling up, so returned my cock to the
position it was in when Sophie started sucking on it.  She resumed her
tongue action as I felt myself squirt copious amounts of cum into her
mouth.  I could feel her mouth muscles clamp slightly around my cock as she
swallowed my sperm, and once I had finished shooting, I resumed pumping her
mouth.  Tears started streaming down Sophie's face again as I violated her
mouth, hurting the back of her throat with my cock and straining the
muscles in her arms as they struggled to hold her head up as they were held
by the baler cord.  It took longer this time for the pressure to build up,
and I knew there wouldn't be as much cum, but just before I started, I
pulled my cock right out her mouth, and started to squirt onto her
beautiful little face.    Sophie screwed her eyes shut as the cum hit her
beside her nose.  As I predicted, there wasn't that much cum as I had made
her swallow, but there was still a fair amount.  I let go of her head,
dropping it gently on the bed.  I climbed off the bed, wiping the last few
drops of cum off my cock and onto her chest.

Sophie started coughing and making sounds that implied that she did not
like the taste of the cum in her mouth.  She was surprisingly good at
sucking cock – either the bloke who she did it to first was a good teacher
(the thought crossed my mind that it actually could have been a teacher,
but then I remembered what Sophie said about it being one of her mum's
dealers), or she was just naturally good at it.

'That was pretty good, well done,' I said to the girl, knowing how
encouragement is a good thing to hear, even when stuck in this situation.
'There is, however, the small matter of the fact that there is now cum on
your face,' I continued, scraping the white gunk off of her face with my
index finger.  Satisfied that I had it all, I pushed the digit into
Sophie's shut mouth.  She sensibly opened it and closed it around my finger
without having me to tell her to.  The sensation of her tongue licking my
finger was amazing; she was treating it like a miniature little penis – I
would assume that any penises of boys she had seen would be about the size
of my finger, although probably they'd be larger when erect which I doubted
she'd seen.  Her eyes were closed, and I imagined that the sucking of my
finger was indeed her own imagining of sucking the penis of a boy she knew.
I decided to help aid her gratification – it was the least I could do as I
was going to properly fuck her shortly – and started to push the digit in
and out of her mouth.

I didn't leave it long before stopping, and pulled my finger out of her
mouth.  Her eyes remained closed, and I was surprised to see that even
though she was tied to the four corners of my bed, naked except for her
pink knickers, and had just been forced to eat two loads of cum, her mouth
formed itself into a smile.  Of sorts, anyway.  Which was a shame for her,
as because it looked as if she was beginning to enjoy the experience, it
meant that I would not make my rape of her easy.

I picked up the scissors again, and snipped each side of her delicate
little panties.  Sophie's eyes opened when I did so, and when she realised
what I was doing, her expression turned, and she started to struggle.

'Please don't do this,' she pleaded with me.  'I've sucked you off – isn't
that enough?  Please don't have sex with me.'

'Ah, shut up,' I said, slapping her lightly on her thigh.

'I'll scream until somebody comes,' she said.

'No you won't,' I said.  She opened her mouth and took a deep breath, I
clasped my hand over it.  'Because if you do, I'll get Ellie in here too
and do to her what I'm doing to you, but do it much worse and make you
watch.'

Sophie's eyes flickered at the sound of her little sister's name, and her
mouth began to close.  I drew my hand away.

'Are you going to be quiet?' I asked.

Sophie nodded.  'Please leave Ellie alone,' she said, 'she's only...'

I broke her off to try and make her think that I knew a lot about her
family, when actually I didn't until I spoke to Steve in the morning.
'Yeah, I know... "She's only six",' I mimicked a girl's voice.  'I've heard
it before.  I've had girls younger than that, so I wouldn't think twice
about doing your sister.'  Actually, the youngest I'd had was seven, but
Sophie wasn't to know that.  'Now, whether or not I do Ellie will depend on
how quiet you are, OK?'

I wasn't sure whether I would be able to get Ellie or not – a plan had
started formulating in my mind, but it would depend on their mother's state
of mind and whether Steve would be up for it too – of course, he would have
sharing rights with the girls.  For the moment though, just the thought of
me getting my hands on her sister seemed to mollify Sophie into submission,
and the only sound coming from her mouth was that pathetic sobbing again.

I pulled the cut panties off the girl, and savoured the sight of her young
cunt for the first time.  It glistened slightly – it was wet, either
through sweat, or it was the beginnings of arousal.  I put my face to it
and inhaled.  The sweet sweet aroma of a young virgin pussy.  They are
never the same once they have been violated, even if there is years between
the sexual activity.    Tentatively, my tongue poked out of my mouth and I
started to lick the girl, first outside, savouring the salty taste of young
girl sweat, then inside.  Her tied spread legs made it much easier, but I
could tell that Sophie was trying to put her legs together in a feeble
attempt to get me to stop.  No chance.  The taste of a virgin pussy is one
that should be experienced first hand.  I had often thought that they
should make it into a crisp flavour – the argument for falls short when you
think about how it would be marketed, and the types of people who would buy
it.

Even though I wasn't looking for it, my tongue managed to find Sophie's
little clit, and I managed to grip it between my teeth.  I slowly clamped
down on it, eliciting more moans from the girl who was doing her best to
stay quiet despite the situation she found herself in.  My tongue went
further into her soft body, exploring this girl in a way that she never
could, and would never be done again.  After what seemed like both hours
and seconds licking, sucking, and chewing Sophie's cunt, I pulled my face
away.  Tears were streaming down her face, and she seemed to be babbling
something to herself, but I could not hear it.

It was a tricky position for me to be in, but once again with my knees
either side of the girl's body, lower down this time, I positioned my cock
at the entrance to her virgin hole.  I wiped the precum around a bit,
before I started to push in.  She began to gasp, her out breaths also
emitting light sounds of pain.  I could feel her hymen on the top of my
cock.  This was it – the moment when 10 year old Sophie Johanssen would
change from a girl to a woman.

'Are you ready for this?' I said.  Sophie didn't say anything, still
gasping with pain though I doubt she felt any yet, and shook her head.  'Oh
well, I am,' I said, and quickly pulled out and pushed right into her
again, tearing through her cherry with one stroke.  As expected, Sophie
started to scream, and I put my hand over her mouth to quieten her down.  
There was little chance of her being heard, but I had my sanity to think
of.  I started pulling in and out of her again, each time the passage
becoming less tight, and a small trail of virgin blood started running down
the inside of her leg and onto the bed.  I continued pumping, letting go of
Sophie's mouth when I could tell she had stopped screaming and had returned
to her sobbing – she cried a lot this girl – and regaining balance started
pushing into her with even more vigour.  Eventually I could feel myself
rising to climax, and with a final push in I released my load into the girl
with a grunt of 'Oh Yeah,' and collapsed on top of her, my face aligned
with hers, my cock still in her cunt.

I started to kiss her beautiful, if tear-stained, face, all the while
leaving my cock inside of her.  I could feel her muscles try and push the
foreign object out, but wasn't sure whether this was a conscious effort by
Sophie to get me out of her, or whether it was a subconscious reflex action.

After a while, I pulled my now flaccid penis out of the girl, and, wiping
it on her chest again, stood up off the bed, and retrieved her cut
knickers.  Using them to wipe the mix of cum, blood, and preteen girl
juices from Sophie's nether regions, I prised her mouth open and put them
in it.  Grabbing the same part of baler cord that I had tied her gag in
with earlier, I retied it around her mouth, gagging her once more, and
leaving her with that switched the light off in the room again and closed
the door behind me.

After cleaning myself up a bit in my bathroom, and putting my dressing gown
on, I quietly returned to the door of my spare room, put my ear against it,
and listened to the young girl sobbing to herself.

To be Continued

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