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  :             "...and through the woods to Grandma's House..."              :
  :      A story of loving family incest, golden showers, and scatology.      :
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  :                              Part I of ... ?                              :
  :                                                                           :
  :     WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of     :
  :      EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,     :
  :      too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not     :
  :       for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for      :
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WARNING: Nite Hawk stories are sick anyway...but this is truly beyond the
pale. Those of you that read "American Psycho" by Brett Easton Ellis might
like this story. Those of you who gagged and barfed after reading some of
the more disgusting scenes might want to get your barf bags ready. This
story is about kidnapping, rape and murder, and involves underage girls. Be
warned...this story is truly shocking and sickening.



























You're still here? Well...ok. But remember...I WARNED YOU!



























                                      -1-



        The hunger was growing inside me again. The hunger had to be fed,
demanding to be satisfied. I'd tried a thousand different ways to make that
physical ache go away, but I knew there was only one way to truly and
completely satisfy my Need.
        Driving down County Route Twelve, I saw my opportunity. She was
walking in the breakdown lane, her tight little ass swaying with her gait.
She looked delicious and vulnerable and I knew I would love raping and
murdering this little girl. Slowing the car to match her stride, I hit the
window switch and listened to it slide down on greased rails. A quick twist
of a knob, and the radio faded out, Garth Brooks singing about the Rodeo.
        "Hey," I called. She stopped and turned and looked at me, and I
felt my heart catch in my throat. She was perfect. She looked so young and
precious. I knew I would love watching those eyes fill with tears when she
felt my hot, hard cock invading that place where no man had gone before.
        "Need a ride?" I asked, getting ready to defend against her
questions about riding with strangers. Much to my surprise, she just smiled
and said, "Sure!" Opening the door, she climbed in, her little legs turning
me on beyond belief. She closed the door and leaned against it, her legs
slightly spread. The short denim skirt she wore rode up, revealing tiny
blue panties. They were stretched tightly across her mons, revealing the
deep cleft between them. I almost did a double take. There was a small spot
of wetness directly in the center; surely she was too young to be excited,
to be out trolling for a screw?
        "How old are you, anyway?" I asked.
        "Twelve," she giggled. "And judging by that tent in your pants, you
like little girls. Is that true? Do you like young, tight little girls?"
        I almost wrecked, I was so turned on, listening to this nasty
little girl spout those dirty thoughts. "Yes," I gasped. "I like... being
with little girls."
        "Goodie," she giggled. "Because I like big, strong men. What do you
say we go somewhere and have some fun?" She reached over as if to touch me,
and I pulled away. This was not what I wanted; I wasn't going to turn down
the opportunity to slam my cock into this little girl, but I'd wanted a
victim, not a partner.
        "What's wrong?" she asked, shrinking back against the door.
        "I wasn't...I didn't want..."
        "What, honey? You can tell me. I do it all! I fuck, I suck...hell,
I even take it up my ass. Is that it? You wanna fuck my tight little girl's
ass?" Her words were making me crazy.
        "I wanted...to rape you!"
        Silence. I looked over, and I saw the beginnings of a smile. She
looked at me and nodded. "I have a better idea. What's your name?"
        "Robert. Bob."
        "Well, Bob, I have a better idea. Do you want to hear it?"
        "Sure." I put the car and gear and pulled away. As I drove, she
leaned over and turned the radio back up. Garth was now singing about
truckers and the women they left behind. I love that album.
        "See, Bob...I like things nasty and dirty, too. Just like you.
Don't ask me why I'm this way...I'm only twelve, but I feel about thirty. I
could tell you stories about what's happened to me in my life that would
make your hair turn white. Just listen to me...I talk like a grownup! The
doctor's say I have an above-genius level IQ. Well...all that mental energy
has been devoted to having nasty, kinky sex as often and for as long as I
can. So here's my idea. You want to find a little girl to rape. I would
love to watch and even help...but you probably have trouble finding little
girls, right?"
        I just nodded, my eyes on the road. "Well," she said, a little
laugh in her voice, "I won't have any trouble at all. After all, who would
think that a little girl like me was setting them up to be raped? I can
find them, lead them to you, and then help you. I want to see you rape some
silly little bitch, Bob. Will you let me help you?"
        The world was spinning. I would have never imagined that such a
nasty, slutty little girl actually existed. But she had to know it all,
know where I was heading with it.
        "That's not all I want to do," I said slowly, trying to find the
right words. "I want to...kill her, too." Again silence.
        "Wow.." she finally said. "That's pretty fucking far out, Bob. Let
me think about it for a minute." We rode in silence for about three miles.
        "Ok," she finally said.
        "Why? Why Ok?"
        "Because I just realized that since you told me you need to kill a
little girl, if I don't go along with it, you're probably going to kill me,
and I'm just getting started. The way I see it, it's either some cunt I
don't know, or me. I'd rather it be someone else, so yeah, I'll help you
kidnap, rape and kill some little cunt. But first, you gotta fuck me."
        "Why?"
        "Because I'm so horny thinking about watching you rape someone that
I'm almost stuck to the seat. See?" She lifted her skirt and showed me that
the crotch of her panties were now soaked with the juices of her arousal.
She ran her hand over her mound and brought the slick fingers close to my
face. Opening my mouth, I took her fingers and sucked her slime off. It
tasted wonderful.
        "About three miles down the road, there's a turn off. Follow it
about three miles, and there's a little lake with a clearing. We won't be
disturbed."
        I followed her directions, and we ended up there about ten minutes
later. She was crawling across the seat at me, her eyes burning with
passion and hunger, when I held up another cautioning hand. "If I get too
rough with you, don't try and stop me. That'll just make me harder. Just
freeze, as if you passed out, and I'll slow down. I'm sorry..but that's
just the way-"
        She kissed me, her small, warm lips pressing against mine. "Don't
worry about it, Bob. I love it as hard and as rough as you can give it to
me."
        "What's your name?" I whispered.
        "Margret. You can call me Maggie. Now fuck me, Bob. Fuck me hard.
Take me. Own me. Rape me!" Her mouth fell against mine, and I started
necking with this little sixth-grader. Her hands were all over me, stroking
my chest, feeling my hard cock through my jeans, slowly tracing her fingers
along my turgid length. "I want to taste it," she whispered hotly. "I want
you in my mouth...please, make me suck it! Force me!"
        I opened my pants and hauled out my throbbing cock. It was harder
than I ever remembered it being, and it was throbbing in syncopation with
my racing heart. Maggie lowered her face to my cock, and I took her head in
my hands, forcing her over my meat. She took it gladly, eagerly, her warm,
hot mouth covering me with saliva. I don't know what lucky bastard had
taken the time to teach this little slut to suck cock, but she sure as hell
knew what she was doing. I had to fight to keep control; I didn't want to
shoot too goddamn soon, her sucking and slurping and moaning was that
goddamned good.
        Her head started slamming up and down my six inches, taking all of
me with ease. She put my hands on her head, urging me to slam her face down
on my cock. Maggie worked slowly and lovingly, using as much tongue, spit
and suction as a 12-year-old could manager. She was a wonderful cocksucker,
and I had a sudden thought. What would it be like to hit the road with this
little cunt, raping and murdering our way across the country, fucking every
night? The inheritance I'd gotten from my parents after their 'accident'
had set me up for life. I had millions of dollars in the bank, those sums
added to on a daily basis from investments and holdings all over the world.
I had more money than I could spend in several lifetimes. We could live
like a modern-day Bonnie & Clyde. If we were careful, and made sure there
were no witnesses, no clues, no evidence...we could become whatever we
wanted to be.
        "Maggie," I whispered, "Hurry up. I want to talk to you about
something." She redoubled her efforts, really working me now. I felt my
balls rumble, and then Maggie did something that I will never forget. She
popped my cock out of her mouth and squatted over me, throwing one leg
across my lap. Instead of sitting down on my cock, she pulled her little
panties away from her cunt and aimed my cock inside, bending it almost
painfully in the process. Her fingers teased my corona, tickling my
circumcision scar, and I blasted, emptying my nuts into her panties. I
filled the crotch panel with my goo, and she giggled, rubbing my slime into
her skin. She sat back, and I saw the sloppy crotch of her panties
stretched tightly across her vulva.
        "I love doing that...I love the feeling of your cum all over my
slot. Promise me you'll shoot lots of cum into my body, Bob? Please?"
        "Sure, Maggie. But I want to tell you an idea I have." I told her
about going on the road, taking the show cross-country. She listened and
smiled and nodded, and when I was done, she gave me the most beautiful
smile I'd ever seen in my life. Her big, blue eyes sparkled in the dim
interior of the car.
        "Bob...promise me you'll buy me pretty things to wear? And then
tear them off me and fuck me raw? If you promise me that...I'll do anything
you want."
        "But what about your parents? What about your family?"

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  Subj: Nighthawk2(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff)
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  :      A story of loving family incest, golden showers, and scatology.      :
  :                                                                           :
  :                              Part I of ... ?                              :
  :                                                                           :
  :     WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of     :
  :      EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,     :
  :      too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not     :
  :       for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for      :
  :     persons 21 years of age or older, preferably with strong stomaches.   :
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WARNING: Nite Hawk stories are sick anyway...but this is truly beyond the
pale. Those of you that read "American Psycho" by Brett Easton Ellis might
like this story. Those of you who gagged and barfed after reading some of
the more disgusting scenes might want to get your barf bags ready. This
story is about kidnapping, rape and murder, and involves underage girls. Be
warned...this story is truly shocking and sickening.



























You're still here? Well...ok. But remember...I WARNED YOU!




























        At the mall, as I parked, Maggie leaned over to whisper in my ear.
"Lots of little girls around here, Daddy. Watch and imagine what we're
going to do!" Then she stuck her tongue in my ear and gave me a wet willy.
        Laughing, we went to the mall. I shopped for her, knowing what look
I was going for. I wanted pretty party dresses for the road, and sleazy,
slutty clothing for the bedroom. We found all sorts of nice clothing for
her, and I spent about three thousand bucks before we got out of there.
Maggie got in the back of the truck as I drove out of town, opening stuff
and packing it away in suitcases. It took her about half an hour, and then
she was climbing over the front seat, settling down. She'd chosen a
beautiful light blue dress with polka dots. She was wearing those little
white socks that fold over, and Mary Janes. Her blonde hair was tied into a
ponytail with a ribbon that matched her dress. She looked delicious, and I
wanted to ravish her hot body right away.
        Instead, my little pre-teen lover entertained me with a mastubatory
show, working three fingers of her little hand into her cunt. "Daddy... I
can't wait to find a girl to rape! When are we going to start?" I looked at
my map and spied a campsite about sixty miles away. "About an hour, lover.
We'll find someone and take them...and then, later tonite...we'll do it.
We'll rape her together, and then kill her."
        Maggie exploded in orgasm as I spoke, drenching the seat with her
juice.

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N     too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not        O
U     for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for          U
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  :             "...and through the woods to Grandma's House..."              :
  :      A story of loving family incest, golden showers, and scatology.      :
  :                                                                           :
  :                              Part I of ... ?                              :
  :                                                                           :
  :     WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of     :
  :      EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,     :
  :      too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not     :
  :       for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for      :
  :     persons 21 years of age or older, preferably with strong stomaches.   :
  HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM<














WARNING: Nite Hawk stories are sick anyway...but this is truly beyond the
pale. Those of you that read "American Psycho" by Brett Easton Ellis might
like this story. Those of you who gagged and barfed after reading some of
the more disgusting scenes might want to get your barf bags ready. This
story is about kidnapping, rape and murder, and involves underage girls. Be
warned...this story is truly shocking and sickening.



























You're still here? Well...ok. But remember...I WARNED YOU!




























        Maggie told me to wait in the truck while she went to find me a
victim. She was gone perhaps twenty minutes, and I spent the time
fantasizing about what was going to happen. My cock was rock hard and
pounding against the zipper of my pants. The thought of taking a young,
innocent girl was making me crazy. I wondered who Maggie would find for me.
        As the time wore on, I began to worry that Maggie had either fled,
called the cops, or both. I was getting ready to get the hell out of Dodge
when I saw her walking back towards the truck with a little girl in tow.
        The girl couldn't have been older than nine years old, and was so
goddamned cute that I almost lost my breath. She had shiny, straight blonde
hair, in a glorious ponytail that bounced as she walked. She was wearing
these bright white sneakers, pink ankle socks, a little denim skirt, and a
white t-shirt. Her body was smooth and tan. She was holding Maggie's hand
and smiling.
        Maggie got into the truck and helped her friend in after her.
        "Bo..I mean Daddy, this is Heather. Heather loves ice cream, and I
told her you had some. Is that right?" I had the led sap ready, and I moved
as if to get something from the back seat. Heather followed my motions, and
when her attention was focused on the back seat, I nailed her with the sap
at the temple. Her eyes closed and she went limp like someone had flipped a
switch.
        Maggie clapped her hands and pushed the little unconcious slut into
the back seat. I watched with pride and love as my little accomplice
quickly, and quite expertly I might add, tied Heather's hands and ankles.
We drove out of the campsite, eager to make some distance before anyone
knew that Heather was missing. I watched in the rearview mirror as Maggie
used a ballgag on Heather, effectively cutting off any noise she might make
as she regained conciousness.
        Maggie began to molest Heather immediately. She reached her hand
under the skirt and began playing with Heather's little pussy, sticking a
finger inside and twirling it around. "God, Bob, she's tight. It's going to
be like fucking MY asshole. I can't imagine what HER asshole is going to be
like! I can't wait to see you rape this little bitch!" I was shaking, I was
breathing so hard. We drove for about two hours, and then found a place to
park and start. It was the back end of a farmer's spread, no one around as
far as the eye could see.
        Maggie and I got out of the truck, and she ran into my arms for a
kiss. She was wriggling against my body, her little preteen nipples
practically bursting through her shirt. "Please, Bob..let's get started." I
nodded, and Maggie dragged Heather out of the truck. We put her down on the
ground. Maggie took a pair of scissors from the kit that we had assembled,
and quickly cut all of Heather's clothes off except her little panties.
        "Now fuck this little nine-year old cunt, Bob. Fuck her hard!" I
slowly took my clothes off, savoring every moment, anticipating the next
with joy. Maggie began lightly slapping Heather's face. The girl moaned
through the ball gag and started to come around. Her eyes opened slowly at
first, and then they snapped open as she realized she was tied and bound.
        "Mmph! Mmph!" she moaned. Her struggles and crying only made me
more excited. Maggie sat on the little girl's chest, facing me. "Ready?"
she asked, and I nodded. Maggie reached down and cut the ropes holding
Heather's ankles together, and then grabbed a knee in each and and spread
the legs, showing me Heather's panties stretching tightly across that fat,
chubby mound. It looked delicious, and I wanted to taste it, but my urge to
bury my cock in that little hole was too much to bear. I dropped to my

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  Msg#: 5561                                         Date: 12 Dec 94  04:21
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  Subj: Nighthawk3(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff)
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From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Thunder of TFC)


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      WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of
S     EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,        Y
N     too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not        O
U     for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for          U
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  :             "...and through the woods to Grandma's House..."              :
  :      A story of loving family incest, golden showers, and scatology.      :
  :                                                                           :
  :                              Part I of ... ?                              :
  :                                                                           :
  :     WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of     :
  :      EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,     :
  :      too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not     :
  :       for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for      :
  :     persons 21 years of age or older, preferably with strong stomaches.   :
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WARNING: Nite Hawk stories are sick anyway...but this is truly beyond the
pale. Those of you that read "American Psycho" by Brett Easton Ellis might
like this story. Those of you who gagged and barfed after reading some of
the more disgusting scenes might want to get your barf bags ready. This
story is about kidnapping, rape and murder, and involves underage girls. Be
warned...this story is truly shocking and sickening.



























You're still here? Well...ok. But remember...I WARNED YOU!
































        The next day, Maggie asked me if I wanted her to wear something
special. I went out to the truck and went through the suitcases of clothes
we'd purchased at the mall before leaving two days before. I selected a
very short and very tight black leather miniskirt, stockings, garter belt,
a tiny, sheer black G-string, and a tanktop. I thought ahead to how
beautiful she would look in a few years when she got her tits. But I also
knew that a little girl dressed like a teenage slut queen would also be
hot.
        I returned to the motel room to find Maggie naked, slowly frigging
herself. "You were serious? What you said last night? About letting me fist
our next plaything?" I nodded, and she squealed, clapping her hands and
running naked into the bathroom. She came out in a towel after a little
while, and then slowly dressed for me, dragging it out, running around the
room looking like a little slut in those stockings. Finally, she was
dressed, and we hit the road.
        I made a call from the cellular while we were on the road. I wanted
new ID for the both of us, new plastic, everything. Now that the first
murder was behind us, things could only get better. IF we didn't leave any
evidence behind, or establish a pattern. I had the money and the
connections, so I didn't worry that much about leaving a trail for the cops
to follow. My contact promised to FedEx me what I needed, and told me where
I could pick it up.
        We were eating lunch at a mall when Maggie suddenely stiffened,
grabbed my arm and pointed. I looked around and saw something that made my
mouth go dry. Twin girls, about eleven, were eating lunch not ten feet
away. They were gorgeous, with identical clothing, long dark hair and blue
eyes. I could see that if they had lived past today, they would have been
gorgeous women. Too bad that Maggie had spotted them, though.
        "Use the model trick," I whispered to Maggie, and she nodded. I'd
explained to her a few ways to lure girls into the truck, and pretending
that I was an agent looking for new talent always worked, because it prayed
on the girls' ego and vulnerability about their looks.
        I made my way back to the truck, parked out of the way in the
garage, and waited for Maggie to return. It took her about twenty minutes,
and when she finally did return, she had both girls in tow. They were
laughing and joking and talking.
        "Really?" one of the girls asked. "You got to meet Cindy Crawford?"
        "Got to work with her, too," Maggie bragged. "The new Sears catalog
has pictures of the both of us together!" The twins giggled and looked at
each other. I got out of the truck and introduced myself. Maggie came up
and hugged me around the waist, silently removing the lead sap from my back
pocket and hiding it in her hands. I had it's twin in my hand, out of
sight. Maggie circled around the twin furthest from me.
        I explained that I was a talent scout, and asked both girls to turn
around slowly to let me look at their bodies. They did so at the same time,
and Maggie and I pounced as if we'd practiced this a thousand times. To
soft, wet 'slaps' sounded in the garage, and both girls slumped to the
floor. Maggie and I worked quickly and quietly, tying both girls up, and
then tossing them in the cargo compartment of the truck, covering their
bodies with a tarp.
        We drove out of there, Maggie already playing with herself. "I
can't wait to start this...I want to make this one last, Bob. Find
someplace where we won't be disturbed." We drove for two hours, and the
girls were still out. I hoped they weren't dead. I'd never considered
fucking a dead body before, but the thought did have some merit.
        We found an old barn in the countryside that looked abandoned. We
drove around it in a widening circle, finding the next nearest inhabitants
about six miles away. Satisfied that we wouldn't be disturbed, we drove
back to the barn and pulled inside, effectively hiding it from view.
        The girls were concious now, the gags preventing any noise from
escaping. We dragged them out of the truck and threw them on the ground.
Their eyes were wide with terror and fear, and it only fed my bulging hard
on. Maggie was looking at them, a look of sheer pleasure and homicide on
her young face. She was rubbing her wrist and looking at both girls,
wondering, I knew, what it was going to feel like to slam her fist inside
their body.
        We took the time to set the video camera up on a tripod and set the
lens to wide angle. I wanted to catch every moment of this, and we broke
open a new box of videotape.
        Maggie looked at me and I nodded. She walked over to one of the
girls and loosened the gag. The girl started crying and begging. "Please
don't hurt me mister! Please! I don't...I don't want to get hurt!" Maggie
slapped her once, hard, across the face.
        "Shut up!" Maggie hissed, and then walked back towards me. "I have
an idea," she whispered. "Let's do one and then the other, instead of
together. We'll make the other one watch, and when we do her, it'll be
better because she knows what's coming." I had to kiss her; she was such a
nasty little fuck.
        Maggie walked back to the ungagged girl and kneeled down in front
of her. "What's your name, cunt?"
        "Sally."
        "Well, Sally, I'm Maggie. You do everything my Daddy and I tell you
to, and you'll make it out of here alive. You refuse to do anything, and I
mean anything, for one second, and I'll kill you myself."
        The doubt on the girl's face was obvious. Her sister was only
inches away, flat on her stomach, watching and listening with wide eyes.
Without breaking her gaze, Maggie reached down and grabbed the other girl's
throat, squeezing it in her hand. The girl began to wheeze and thrash.
        "Stop!" Sally cried. "I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
        "Good," Maggie said, standing. "Eat my cunt."
        Maggie lifted her skirt and slowly walked foward until her cunt was
pressed against the girl's face. I watched as Sally shook her head from
side to side, and then as if she remembered what Maggie had done to her
sister, she began to slowly eat Maggie's slot. I took off all my clothes
and watched. It was beautiful, seeing my little pubescent accomplice
holding her leather skirt up as our victim ditfully licked her slot. Maggie
was groaning and smiling at me, moving her hips up and down, sliding her
bald cunt all over Sally's face.
        Maggie had an orgasm very quickly, and she stepped back, squatting
to kiss Sally's face, sticking her tongue into Sally's mouth. "You liked
that, didn't you?" Maggie asked.
        "No!" Sally objected. Maggie slapped her.
        "I'll ask you one more time. You liked that, didn't you?"
        "...yes. I loved it."
        "Very good." Maggie's smile was evil. "You just might make it out
of here alive after all. Now I want you to suck my Daddy's cock. Make it
good, little girl, or you'll be very, very sorry."
        Sally looked over at me and gulped. I was standing, naked, about
ten feet away, slowly fisting my blood-engorged cock. Her eyes grew big as
I walked over to her. Maggie moved out of the way and I straddled her
waist. In her sitting position, my cock was pointing a foot over her head.
That wouldn't do.
        I moved off. "Get her on her knees," I told Maggie. Maggie reached
down and wrapped a hand in Sally's dark hair, jerking her onto her knees.
"You'd better do a good job, cunt. I mean it!"
        Sally knee walked over to where I stood and started kissing the
head of my cock. She did it like she'd done it before, and Maggie noticed
this, too.
        "You've done this before, haven't you?"
        Maggie just nodded. "Tell us about it. Be graphic. Tell us what a
slut you are."
        Sally backed away and looked at the floor as she talked. "Susan,
that's my sister...she and I date a pair of twin boys. They're older than
we are, about 15. They told us that if we didn't...do this, that they'd
break up with us. Susan and I talked it over and decided that it would be
better to have boyfriends than not to, so we started doing it."
        Maggie slapped her. "That's not what I asked! Tell me the details,
you little slut!"
        Sally started to sniffle. "Please, don't make me-"
        SLAP! Harder this time, too. "If I have to tell you again, you
little slut..." Sally looked up at the warning tone in Maggie's voice, and
I saw with pride that my little accomplice was holding the Wather PPK in
her hand, pointing it at Sally's forehead. "If I have to tell you again,
I'll fucking kill you. I've done it before." The steel in her voice
convinced even me, and it did wonders for Sally.
        "Danny, that's my boyfriend, he...has a big one. A big penis."
        "Call it a cock, slut! That's what it is! And you're a cocksucking
whore!"
        Sally's head went down again under Maggie's verbal abuse. "He has a
big...cock. And he taught me how to suck it the way he liked it. So...every
day, at least once a day, they make me and Susan suck their cocks."
        "Do you like it?" I asked quietly. Silently, Sally just nodded.
        "Well then, show my Daddy how much you like it!" Maggie screamed,
yanking Sally's head by the hair to bring it closer to my cock. Sally
closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sinking her hot, wet oral cavity down

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  Msg#: 5563                                         Date: 12 Dec 94  04:22
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  Subj: Nighthawk4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff)
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From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Thunder of TFC)


I P E I R C I N G  D I S C I P L I N E  S U B M I S S I O N  P A I N  S H I T !
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Y                                                                             E
      WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of
S     EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,        Y
N     too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not        O
U     for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for          U
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F                                                                             G
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  : TMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM> :
  :             "...and through the woods to Grandma's House..."              :
  :      A story of loving family incest, golden showers, and scatology.      :
  :                                                                           :
  :                              Part I of ... ?                              :
  :                                                                           :
  :     WARNING: Night Hawk stories contain vivid, electrifying images of     :
  :      EXTREME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is too extreme, too disgusting,     :
  :      too violent or too twisted for Night Hawk. These stories are not     :
  :       for the weak-of-heart or the squeamish. This story is only for      :
  :     persons 21 years of age or older, preferably with strong stomaches.   :
  HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM<














WARNING: Nite Hawk stories are sick anyway...but this is truly beyond the
pale. Those of you that read "American Psycho" by Brett Easton Ellis might
like this story. Those of you who gagged and barfed after reading some of
the more disgusting scenes might want to get your barf bags ready. This
story is about kidnapping, rape and murder, and involves underage girls. Be
warned...this story is truly shocking and sickening.



























You're still here? Well...ok. But remember...I WARNED YOU!





























        When Maggie and I walked back into the barn, Susan was still
staring at Sally's torn, raped, lifeless body. Sally's tongue was hanging
out of her mouth, thick and dry. Her legs were all akimbo, and I imagined
that rigor was beginning to set in. Again, my thoughts about fucking a dead
body flashed across my mind, but I put them aside for the moment.
        I watched Maggie doing something over by the truck, out of Susan's
vision, and it took me a moment to realize that she was unloading the
Walther. She handled that little semiauto like a pro, and I wondered who'd
taught her. I resolved to ask Maggie in more detail about her life before
she met me after we buried the twins. I was puzzled as Maggie removed all
the cartridges from the magazine, jacked the round out of the chamber, and
then replaced the empty magazine. After a moment, I realized what she was
going to do, and I had to smile. If that didn't make Susan shit her pants,
then nothing would.
        Maggie walked, naked, over to Susan and took the ballgag out of her
mouth. Susan was moaning, her eyes swimming like a prizefighter on the
wrong end of a left jab. Patiently, Maggie slapped her back to awareness
and showed her the gun.
        "See this?" Susan just nodded. "I've decided that you aren't even
worth the fucking time to screw with. I'm just going to kill you and be
done with it."
        "No!" Susan screamed. "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything you
want! Anything! Just please don't kill me! Please!"
        "Sorry," Maggie said, bringing the Walther around and pointing it
at Susan's face, the muzzle an inch from the tied girl's face. There was a
long silent moment, when the only sound was the far-off chirp of some
crickets. Then slowly, agonizingly, Maggie thumbed the hammer back. The
"CLICK!" was very loud in the barn. Susan's eyes were crossed, and she was
gasping. "Please!" she asked one more time.
        "Sorry," Maggie said, and pulled the trigger.
        The SNAP! of the hammer falling onto an empty chamber was loud, but
it wasn't half as loud as Susan's scream. Maggie collapsed in laughter,
rolling around naked on the barn floor, holding her sides she was laughing
so hard.
        Susan was crying, her breath coming in the deep, sobbing gasps that
mark hysteria. "I...h-h-hate you!" she screamed at Maggie. Abruptly,
Maggie's laughter stopped. She stood and looked down at Susan silently,
then walked over to the truck. Grabbing a box of .380 shells, she returned
and sat down in front of Susan, about five feet away. Ejecting the
magazine, Maggie grabbed a hand full of shells from the box and began to
slowly reload the magazine.
        "You hate me?" Maggie asked.
        "I'm s-s-sorry," Susan started.
        "Shut up. Just listen. You don't know <what> hate is, you little
bitch. You and your sister over there," Maggie said, indicating Sally with
a lift of her chin, "sucked a little cock and maybe let your boyfriends
feel you up. You have no idea <what> hate is, Susan. Let me tell you about
HATE."
        Snick! Maggie thumbed one shell into the magazine. She jiggled the
others in her hand, looking far off into the distance, her eyes unfocused
and cold.
        "Hate is what I feel for my mother. My mother...that fucking
whore... let her boyfriends into my bedroom when I was six. SIX! Can you
imagine what the pain is like to get fucked when you're still in
KINDERGARTEN? And that, my dear friend, was just the beginning."
        Snick. Another cartridge.
        "At first," Maggie continued, her voice taking on a sing-song
quality, "it was just the boyfriend of the minute. Then, when my mother
began to understand how...valuable...I was, she started bringing more and
more men home. Two and three at a time. Then..more. From the time I was
eight until I left home, I was having sex with five and six men every day.
And when they were done with me, they'd go and fuck my mother and make me
watch and help."
        Snick! Another.
        "You see, Susan...after a while, the sex didn't bother me. I mean,
I even began to enjoy it, if the man was gentle and tried to make me cum.
Yeah..I had my first orgasm at eight. Not bad, huh? Anyway, if the guy was
nice, and didn't try and rip me apart, I sometimes enjoyed it. But not
often. The part that hurt was the fact that I wasn't asked. I was just
used. Maybe, if they'd asked, if they allowed me even the smallest thought
that it was my free choice to do those...things, then maybe I would have.
But they didn't, Susan...they just took it from me. They took from me that
which should be given."
        Snick!
        "So, you see, Susan, I'm actually doing you a favor here. I'm
letting you know how horrible it is to be raped, how horrible it is to be
abused and fucked and used like a PIECE OF MEAT! And, I'm taking your life,
so you won't have to ever go through this again. Do you know that one out
of every four women is sexually assaulted sometime during their life? And
of those one out of four, six out of ten are assaulted again and again. One
out of ten will be murdered. You and Sally here," Maggie said, using her
chin again, "are just statistics, really. We're making an example out of
you. Didn't your mother tell you not to trust strangers? Didn't you suspect
that something was wrong? I mean, I come up to you, dressed like a fucking
streetwalking whore, and you think that I'm a model? That's a laugh! So,
you see, Susan, after my Daddy here gets through fucking your cunt and
asshole and mouth...and he will fuck all of those holes...I'm going to take
this gun and blow your fucking head off, because you got to live the life I
never had, and I HATE you for it. I hate every single thing you stand for.
Normalcy, stability, love...all that shit that I NEVER GOT TO HAVE!"
        Quick as a flash, Maggie's hand slapped out, the barrel of the
Walther catching Susan on the side of the head. Susan grunted, and a small
trickle of blood began seeping down from under her scalp. Head wounds,
being so vascular, tend to bleed a lot, and Susan's face was bathed in the
coppery red substance in about twenty seconds. She just looked more
exciting to me.
        "C'mon," Maggie said, pointing the gun at me. "Fuck her. Show her
what PAIN really means."
        Suddenly, I was afraid of Maggie. I began to have serious doubts
about her and my decision to include her in my life. But then again, had
Maggie and I not hooked up, I would never have gotten Heather or the twins.
        "What are you waiting for?" Maggie asked, annoyance in her voice.
        Maggie reached over and grabbed the knife from the ground beside
Susan and began cutting Sally's clothes off. She used the knife like a
surgeon, cutting neat, straight lines. The t-shirt came off first. Susan
was wearing a tiny white bra with little bows on the front. Maggie smiled
at that, and then slid the knife underneath, between the cups and pulled
upwards. The bra separated, the cups flying off Susan's breasts. They were
budding little mounds, hardly more than nipples. There was just the
beginning of swelling, just the start of fullness. They looked perfect and
smooth and untouched.
        The pink track shorts were next. Maggie slid the knife under the
waistband, and Sally stiffened at the touch of the cold steel blade. Maggie
worked the knife slowly, drawing it down the middle of Susan's slot,
separating the panties and shorts. Sally's perfect, fat, bald cunt came
into view, and I felt the blood rushing back to my cock.
        I stepped between her legs, and grasped and ankle in each hand,
spreading Susan's legs as wide as I could. Susan was biting her lip, but
for some reason, she wasn't begging or crying out like Sally had.
        "Beg me," I said.
        "P-p-please, do it to me. Put it ins-"
        I slapped her across the face. "No, you little whore," I hissed.
"Beg me NOT to. Plead with me. Beg for your life."
        Sally hesitated, and then fell silent. She knew that I needed her
to beg me not to, that I needed the power and control over her body, over
her spirit. She was smarter than Sally, cannier.
        Maggie sensed what was happening and looked at me, asking silently
for some direction. I just shrugged. Maggie's eyes clouded over, and then
she turned back to Susan, placing the now loaded-gun against her forehead.
        "It's loaded this time, cunt. You have a choice. If you do what we
tell you to, and do it right, I promise that I won't kill you. I swear on
my eyes, Susan. I will not kill you. But you have to do what we tell you
to, do you understand?"
        Maggie's face had gone soft and sweet, and even I believed her.
Susan nodded, and then looked back at me. "Please, mister, don't hurt me!
Let me go, please?!" That did it. Blood rushed back to my cock once again,
and I took her, brutally, in one stroke. I felt her vagina spreading under
my assault, the now familiar and welcome feeling of her hereto unviolated
body collapsing under my assault. This is what I needed, what I craved. Her
unyielding body giving in, allowing itself, against its will, to accept my
cock inside. My cock was bloody again, slick with her virginal oozes. I had
already cum a few times that day, so I knew I was going to make this one
last. I began using long, hard strokes, pounding my body against hers,
feeling my pelvis crash into hers, again and again. She started crying,

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  Subj: Nighthawk5(mm,fm,pedo,bd,rape,sm,snuff)
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WARNING: Nite Hawk stories are sick anyway...but this is truly beyond the
pale. Those of you that read "American Psycho" by Brett Easton Ellis might
like this story. Those of you who gagged and barfed after reading some of
the more disgusting scenes might want to get your barf bags ready. This
story is about kidnapping, rape and murder, and involves underage girls. Be
warned...this story is truly shocking and sickening.



























You're still here? Well...ok. But remember...I WARNED YOU!




























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        Maggie and I were three states away from the barn when we decided
to find a little boy to abduct, rape and murder. She had been bugging me
for a day and a half, sucking my cock constantly, doing everything she
could think of to turn me on. I was more intent on making as many miles
between me and the bodies as possible. I wasn't afraid..exactly.
        Just prudent.
        But finally, my need and Maggie's horniness outweighed any
reservations I might have had. We pulled into a mid-sized city around noon
on a Saturday, and started the hunt. Maggie dressed as a little girl
should, not as the normal psychopathic murderer that she was, the little
fuck. She wore her sneakers (no socks, of course!) some little red nylon
running shorts, and a T-shirt. Her blonde hair was in a bouncy ponytail
that bobbed with her steps, and reminded me immediately (for some reason)
of Maggie sucking my cock. Her face was scrubbed clean, and she looked like
the typical girl next door.
        We drove around until we found a municipal park, and decided to
skip that. Too many eyes around. Too many chances of prying eyes seeing
what we are about to do. We drove around and around, with Maggie getting
hornier and hornier...and then we spotted him.
        About ten...wearing a little-league uniform, walking home from a
game. He had a bat over his shoulder, his mitt stuck on the end of the bat.
His hat was slightly askew, and he was walking the long, trudging steps of
the defeated. Maggie grabbed a map from under the seat and unfolded it.
        "I'll ask him for directions," she said, her voice deep and husky.
The arousal was almost palpable, and I felt the blood rushing to my cock. I
slid the truck up next to him, and Maggie hit the window switch. The glass
slid silently down on greased rails.
        "Excuse me," Maggie said, and I had to smile. Her voice had changed
in an instant from a hungry animal's to the sweet, lilting cadence of the
girl next door. "My Daddy and I are lost. Do you know where Elm Street is?"
        The boy stopped and looked at Maggie. Deciding she was safe (his
mistake) the kid approached the truck. Maggie held the map out to him.
        "Uh...Elm...I think that's near Oak and Willow," he said, leaning
in to take a look. He found where we weren't going, and pointed it out.
        "Daddy, he looks tired. Can we give him a ride?"
        "Sure, honey," I said, trying hard not to smile. To the kid, I
said, "Where do you live, son?"
        He told us that he lived about two miles away. I took a quick look
around, using the mirrors. No cars, no walkers. "Get in," I said, "and
we'll drop you off."
        The kid hesitated for the briefest of moments, and then got in.
        Poor bastard.

                                     * * *

        We found a deserted warehouse far away from any residential areas.
Maggie had sapped the kid, and tied him. We'd lost the ballgags somewhere
along the way, so Maggie peeled off her panties and stuffed them into the
kid's mouth. We pulled into the warehouse and set up shop.
        Maggie slapped the kid concious, and he looked at us through
terrified eyes. When he saw Maggie walking around, free like me, sudden
knowledge and understanding came into his eyes. His entire body strained as
he worked against the bonds, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Realizing
that it was futile, he sagged against the ropes.
        Maggie circled him slowly, looking at his body. She stooped and
took off his shoes and socks. "I like bare feet," she said to no one in
particular. This was mostly Maggie's deal, so I worked the video camera.
        Maggie removed the gag.
        "What's going on?" the kid asked, and Maggie slapped him.
        "You will not speak unless I tell you to. Is that clear?" The kid
nodded, and Maggie slapped him again. "I said IS THAT CLEAR?"
        "Y-yes," the kid moaned, an angry red mark already blooming on his
face.
        "What's your name?"
        "Jimmy. Jim."
        "Well..Jimmy...what is going on here is really none of your
concern. You just have to be here, and do exactly what me or my Daddy tells
you to do." Hearing Maggie call me her Daddy turned me on beyond belief,
especially when I remembered how she loved me to fuck her as hard as I
could.
        "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" Maggie
asked. Jimmy just nodded. "Well...you should have listened to your mother,
Jimmy. How old are you anyway?"
        "Ten."
        "Ten. Well, kid, you're not going to make it to eleven." Jimmy
looked at Maggie, then at me, and then started to cry. Tied like that, he
knew that he was at our mercy, and he feared for his life, as he should
have.
        Maggie started circling him again. "Ever seen a girl naked, Jimmy?"
        "N-no."
        "Do you want to? Do you want to see a naked girl before you die?"
        "...I don't know..."
        Maggie stood where both the camer and Jimmy could see her and
slowly took the t-shirt off. She was wearing a small bra that covered her
tiny little titties. She took that off slowly, too.
        "Do you like me, Jimmy? Do you think I'm pretty?" The hidden menace
in Maggie's voice wasn't that unobvious.
        "...yes..."
        "Good answer, Jimmy. Very good." Maggie dropped her shorts,
revealing her bald little cunt to Jimmy's view. "Do you know what a cunt
is, Jimmy?"
        "Yes."
        "Do you like my cunt?"
        "Yes."
        "How do you know, Jimmy? You haven't even seen it up close yet!"
 Quicker than I could follow, Maggie put a foot on either side of Jimmy's
head and squatted, plastering her cunt against his face. She was facing his
feet, and she reached a hand into his pants, going for his cock. She made a
face and started tugging, and came back out with his cup. Laughing, she
tossed it over her shoulder and reached back in. Jimmy gasped and lurched
as Maggie's hand closed around his cock and balls.
        "No lick, you bastard. Lick my cunt. Make me feel good." Jimmy
started slowly licking, and then as he got a taste for it, eagerly. His
head bobbed and weaved, and Maggie sensously rubbed her juicing little twat
all over his face, grinding herself against him.
        "Get his pants," Maggie ordered me, and I heeded her words. There
was something new in her voice, something I didn't like. Once again, I
began to reconsider my decision to include Maggie in my activities. I
peeled Jimmy's pants off and saw his little cock was hard as a rock.
        Maggie went into a 69, sucking his taut little member eagerly,
hungrily. The video camera caught every moment, every slurping, sucking
drop. It was strange; Maggie was almost making love to the little guy. She
was moving as if she wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to show him how
pleasurable sex could be. The little kid was beginning to get into it as
Maggie's wet, sucking mouth worked her magic on his cock and balls.
        He started heaving and moaning, and his cock spasmed and shot a
little load into Maggie's mouth. She slurped it down, cleaned his cock, and
sat back, riding his face hard as she went into her orgasm, pinching her
little nipples.
        Climbing off of him, Maggie walked to the truck and found a
flashlight. Walkinb back to Jimmy, she smiled down at him. "Did you like
that?" she asked the tied and bound little boy.
        "Yeah!" he enthused, still breathing heavily.
        "Well...that's it for pleasure, Jimmy. Now the pain starts." She
swing the flashlight like an axe, and crushed the little kid's balls
against his body. Jimmy screamed, every muscle in his body going taut. His
eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fainted dead away.
        "Gee," Maggie said, looking at me with that psychopathic grin of
hers, "do you think that hurt?" And then she giggled, and that sound made
my own cock hard. I got naked, because I was hoping that seeing my hard
cock would give her some ideas about my cock and little Jimmy's tight
asshole.
        "Cool your jets," she said, staring at my hard cock. "You'll get
your turn when I'm done."
        She waited until Jimmy came around. She straddled his face again.
"Lick my ass," she said, squatting over his face, and pulling her cheeks
apart. Jimmy's tongue came out, and he licked her softly at first, and then
tasting the clean flavor of Maggie's asshole, began sucking and gulping at
her ass. I was afraid that Maggie was going to shit in his mouth, and that
just grossed the hell out of me. But she didn't. She just ground her tight
little butt back against his face and lightly tapped his scrotum again with
the flashlight. Jimmy groaned and went out like the proverbial light.
        Maggie grinned. "Shit...that's gotta hurt. Find me a needle and
thread, Bob." I found one in my fix-it kit, and watched as Maggie took
several needles out. She pushed one through Jimmy's nipple, making him
squirm, even while he was in la-la land.
        "I want him to be awake from the rest..." She slapped him awake,
and then got between his legs. She hefted his crushed testicles in her
hands.
        "Tell me, Jimmy...have you ever looked at your Mommy when she was
naked? Don't lie to me, because I'll know, and I'll make it hurt."
        Jimmy didn't say anything for a moment, and then Maggine tightened
her hand a little. "Yes!" he shouted.

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