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  Msg#: 9001                                         Date: 07 Dec 94  01:52
  From: Thunder of TFC                               Read: Yes    Replied: No 
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  Subj: Hottime(mf,pedo,bd,rape)

From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Thunder of TFC)



Note: This is just one of many stories I picked up over the years; I did not
write it.

Contains: mf, pedo, bd, rape

Archive Name: Hottime

     I found it hard to believe the chain of events that had
taken place over the past six months.  I had been possessed.
My thoughts constantly of the young girl across the street.
Long, almost-white, blonde hair, pale complexion, blue eyes,
cute button nose.  She was about four feet tall, slim, and
beautiful.  Always wearing clothing that would catch anybody's
eye.  Her favorite seemed to be white short)shorts, that drew
attention to her shapely legs, pink socks and white running
shoes.  Button down, open)necked, short sleeve blouses that
exposed her slim, swan-like neck.  I dreamed of watching it
bulge with my cock down her throat.
     At first it was just fantasy.  I tried to quit thinking
about her.  To get those hot and kinky, but depraved mind films
out of my head.  An exercise in futility.  I had to have her.
There was no denying it.  I had to feel my hands gripping her
hair, my fingers probing, my cock exploring her deepest recesses.
To hear her cry out in pain/ecstasy as I used her to sate my
every desire.  Eventually the opportunity would present itself,
she would be mine.
     I made preparations by buying rope, a ball gag, dildoes of
all sizes, (some with vibrators, some capable of being pumped up
to increase their size).  There were also leather cuffs, a cane,
whips, alligator clamps, needles, and piercing rings of various
sizes.  Rings for her nose, rings for her ears, rings for her
nipples, rings for her clit; and fine, but strong, chain to
fasten them together in any number of interesting combinations.
Enema bags, hoses, and nipples.  Crotchless panties, bras, dog
collars, anything and everything I thought might be useful.  My
most important purchase was the 90,000 volt stun gun.  I was
hoping this would speed the capture by reducing any resistance
the girl might exhibit.
     I owned a large conversion van with darkly tinted windows
and blinds to keep out prying eyes.  I got into the habit of
driving the van at all times so no one would notice anything
unusual and kept my eyes open for an opportunity to make the
snatch.  The gear was kept in the van, stashed under the sofa
bed, ready and at hand at all times.  My anticipation and
excitement increased daily.  Soon, all my wildest dreams would
come true.
     I spoke to the girl on occasion.  Her name was Tina and she
was eleven years old.  I wanted her to be comfortable around me.
To accept my presence as normal and pleasant.  I would always
carry gum or lifesavers to offer her and bought her ice cream
from the neighborhood ice cream truck.  I even introduced myself
to her mother.  As the block captain of our street, a
representative to the housing council, I was quickly accepted
as a trustworthy individual.  Little did they know.
     After waiting several months, during which I became more and
more desparate, I had nearly given up hope.  Crazy, need)driven
thoughts were carousing through my brain.  Yet if I were to act
on any of these insane ideas I was sure to be caught; and that
was unacceptable.  I needed time, plentiful and undisturbed, to
carry out all the perverted deeds I had in mind.
     I needed a diversion.  Something that would tide me over
until I was able to get her without attracting any attention.  I
started going camping on weekends.  At least, that's what I told
my neighbors.  In actuality I was visiting nearby cities and
towns, up to 90 miles away, in search of a young female to take
my mind off Tina and to find an isolated location to enjoy my
wickedness.
     Thursday evening I made my way to the Daytona area and
bedded down for the night.  I wanted to make an early start
Friday morning.  I woke about 5:00 a.m. and started cruising.
Luck was with me.  The fog was fairly thick, but for what I
wanted, I could see well enough.  About 6:00 a.m. I spotted a
a figure standing alongside the road.  I was in a rural area
and assumed he or she was out early waiting for her school bus.
It was hard to tell much about her due to the 3/4 length jacket
and knit cap; but my initial impression was of a slim, young
girl.  Just what I was looking for.
     As I slowly drove by she was busy digging into her book bag.
I drove a half mile or so down the road and turned around.  I
wanted the large side door facing her when I stopped, so I knew
I'd have to turn around again.  She was watching me as I passed
the second time.  Perhaps she had been taught well, and was
getting suspiscios of my behavior.  If so, her curiosity would
soon be answered.  The bus would be coming soon; I had to hurry.
After the second turn, I briefly pulled over to get my cuffs and
a gag ready for her.
     As I pulled over and came to a stop, I gave her a smile and
waved.  I moved between the captain's chairs and exited through
the sliding side door.  Holding a map in my hands I moved toward
her.  "Hi, I seem to be lost.  Could you help me?  I've been
studying this map but this fog has me turned around."  I guess my
story was convincing enough.  "Sure, this is Jacob Road.  Where
are you going?"  I moved next to her, holding out the map so she
would take it with her right hand and free one of my hands.  I
reached behind me for the stunner, brought it to the back of her
neck, and pulled the trigger.
     SHIT AND HELLFIRE!  It worked better than I'd imagined!  Her
body convulsed and started to slump to the ground.  I caught her
with my right arm, picked her up and slung her into the van.  I
hopped in right behind her, threw my stuff down and grabbed the
cuffs that were lying ready.  Snapped tightly on one wrist,
around the seat support, and tightly onto the other wrist; her
skin swelling around the metal clamped on her arms.  This little
slut wasn't going anywhere.
     I couldn't believe how easy it had been.  No resistance, no
noise, so far so good.  I jumped behind the wheel of the van and
headed for parts unknown.  Unknown to anybody else anyway.
     It didn't take long for her to come around.  I heard a low
moan from the back and knew I would have to secure her for the
long run.  A McDonald's parking lot was as good a place to pull
over as any; besides, I was hungry.
     I pulled into the lot and moved into the back of the van to
finish wrapping my "package".  A ball gag fitted into her mouth
and secured tightly around her head; followed by a dark hood with
a draw string so she would be unable to see.  The material was
porous enough to allow her to breathe.  Her hands were turning
blue so I adjusted the handcuffs to allow sufficient circulation.
I wanted her in full working order untill I was ready to use and
abuse her.
     The shears made short work of her clothing.  First cutting
along the sleeves of the jacket and blouse and pulling them away;
then snipping her jeans off, leaving only a training bra and pink
cotton panties.  I gave her another jolt with the stun gun just
to watch her jump, then tucked her under the sofa-bed.  Time for
some coffee and a danish.
     After some breakfast I headed for a state park I had checked
out a few weeks earlier.  I had found an abandoned cabin in a
clearing surrounded by thick woods and dense underbrush.  It was
a bitch to get to, but well worth the effort.  As a test I had
taken a boom box to the cabin and left it at full blast.  No more
than fifty feet outside and you couldn't hear a thing.  After
making a complete circuit of the area I was satisfied that it was
a safe place to carry out my dastardly deeds.  What fun we were
going to have!
     After parking the van I stuffed the little bitch into a
duffel bag and threw her over my shoulder.  The site was ready
and waiting and I was anxious to get to work.  As I said, it was
a real pain in the assh getting there and I ended up dragging the
bag through most of the rough stuff.  I could hear the occasional
grunt and groan from the bag as it bounced along the ground.
     Once there, I broke out the video camera, stripped to my
shorts, and approached the bag.  I was so close to popping my
cork I figured it would be best to get off quick and then take my
time with her.  I attacked.
     Grabbing the end of the bag I quickly pulled it off of her.
I ripped off her bra and panties, exposing her just budding tits
and puffy, bald pussy.  Using my thumb and forefinger I clenched
her little nipple and pinched and twisted, making her moan around
her gag.  Tears were running down her face.
     I pulled the gag from her mouth.  She drew a deep breath but
before she could scream I hit her solidly in the stomache.  She
gasped and doubled over with pain.  I inserted a latex sleeve
with a metal frame into her mouth.  This handy little device
would keep her mouth open and available for use.  As well as
prevent her from using her teeth.  I dropped my drawers.
     My cock felt like an iron bar.  A full 7.5 inches and 4
inches in circumference and ready to explode.  I inserted the
head through the device and into her mouth.  I could not hold
back.  I no longer cared whether she survived or not.  My cock
sank deeper into her mouth.  The head wedged against the opening
to her throat.  She began to gag but nothing was going to stop
me.  I exerted more pressure.  My fingers were wrapped in her
long brown hair and gripping the back of her head.  I pulled back
a bit and slammed forward.  My cock slipping another couple of
inches into her throat.  Again I pumped hard into her face.  This
time it went all the way.  Her body was convulsing.  My cock
buried in her throat; her lips flat against my pelvis.
     I'd never felt anything like it.  Her throat continued to
spasm around my cock.  Her body twisting and shaking as she
fought to breathe.  I wanted it to last forever.  I held my cock
embedded in her oral cavity until the spasms began to subside.
Her face taking on a bluish tinge.  I pulled back till the head
was resting on her tongue.  She gulped in the air, but I could
tell some of the fight had been taken out of her.  It seemed she
would survive; at least for now.
     Time enough later to teach her the finer points of
cocksucking.  For now it was just my need to cumm that had to be
satisfied.  I pumped my cock back down her throat.  Once again
she gagged and convulsed, but not as violently.  I began long,
full strokes.  From the head of my cock on her tongue, to being
submerged in her throat.  I shifted my grip, sliding my right
hand down to her neck.  I could feel her throat stretching to
accomodate the bulk of my cock.  It made me so hot.  I began to
pick up speed.  Pounding my prick into her face.  Her nose
bending against my belly as I fucked her throat hard and fast.
All fight gone now as she lay limply accepting my penis.  Finally
it was time.  I pressed hard against her, bending back her neck
as I strove to get every millimeter of my dick in her mouth and
down her throat.  I began to spurt.  What seemed like gallons
pouring out of my cock and into her stomache.  Once again she
began to struggle for air as I blocked her passage with my cumm
and cock.  I pulled back, letting the last of my cumm dribble
onto her tongue.  Truly a great beginning.




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