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        Vague.  Mysterious.  Sometimes gentle.  Sometimes violent.

                             BLACKWIND

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                A.S.S. Name: No Witnesses--Chapter 1
                Archive Name: nw1.txt
                Lewdness Level: None
                Contents: Intro, violence, murder

                                DISCLAIMER

 This story was written for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults.  If
 you are under the age of 18 you should not be reading this.  You should be
 doing homework or something useful, not reading this trash.  It'll screw
 up your mind, trust me.

 For everybody else, this is a standard disclaimer.  This story contains
 graphic depictions of sex in numerous forms.  It is not intended to
 foster or further the aims or causes of any individual regarding illegal
 pursuits nor is it intended to condone illegal/unsafe sexual behavior.  This
 story is copyright 1995 by Blackwind and may be distributed or released in
 electronic form only provided no fee is charged for such distribution.



                             NO WITNESSES

                              A Story By

                               Blackwind

                    CHAPTER 1: Once Upon a Time...

        When Ruth Rogers set out on the hot July Saturday
        morning to go shopping with her daughter Mary, she had no
        idea what she was about to run into, how fate and
        coincidence would come to bring her worst fears into
        reality.  She could never have dreamed how a simple,
        pleasant mall shopping trip could turn into such a
        nightmare.

        At the moment, though, her only concern was getting
        ready.  Ruth loved to shop--not many women don't--but for
        her, it was even more fun.  Her husband had died several
        years ago but left her more than enough to live comfortably.
         So shopping became something of a pasttime.

        Ruth didn't like to think much about her husband,
        because shortly after he'd died, her life had gone through a
        major upheaval--Ruth had gone through a period of intense
        sexual promiscuity.  She had sex with any man who would do
        it with her; her greatest achievement was doing sixteen men
        in one night, at a party. The sex was all, however,
        "missionary"--Ruth had never sucked a man's cock or allowed
        one to fuck her ass.

        One result of that promiscuous period was her lack of
        pussy hair.  Ruth had had it all removed via
        electrolysis--the same with her underarms and legs.  At the
        time she'd wanted to be as sexual as possible, a rash and
        stupid move that she'd regret later when the "urge" left
        her.

        Nowadays, Ruth felt ashamed to even think of sex.  The
        very idea of having sex with a man--or even a woman--was
        enough to put her in tears.  The idea of rape was even
        worse, and it was one of her greatest fears.

        Despite her shame about sex, she still was very much
        into sex appeal.  Daily she worked out at a local gym,
        keeping her 5'4", 110 pound body in excellent shape.  Her
        legs were long and lean, her waist narrow.  She had a good
        sized chest--36C cup, nicely round, with pink nipples
        despite having had children.  Every item of clothing she
        wore was designed to show off the results of her workouts
        and how good of a care she took of herself.

        Her face was another matter.  At 42, she was still an
        attractive woman; plastic surgery had taken care of any
        wrinkles that had formed, and removed several moles she'd
        developed.  Her skin was smooth and clear, well tanned by
        the summer sun. Her eyes were clear blue but myopic; she
        wore glasses, brown frame ones in a feminine style.  Her
        hair was thick and full, falling to her shoulders, a silver
        gray in color which enhanced, rather than detracted, from
        her looks.  Her only flaw was a lack of teeth.

        As a child, Ruth had come from a poor family.  Dental
        hygiene and regular checkups were fantasies to her.  By the
        time she'd turned twelve, she'd lost most of her teeth; by
        the time she married at twenty she was wearing dentures.
        She'd given them up after a while, however, finding them too
        uncomfortable and unnatural.  Somehow, even without teeth,
        she looked just fine.

        Today was a rare and special day for her, when the
        whole family was going shopping.  Since her oldest daughter
        worked, her middle daughter was always off with her friends
        and her youngest had day camp, they were rarely together.
        She felt like she never saw enough of them anymore.

        Like her mother and sisters, Mary was small and
        attractive.  At twenty three she stood only five feet tall,
        she was solid and petite, a light one hundred two pounds.
        Narrow hips, narrow waist, slim thighs and shapely calves.
        She had wide brown eyes like her sister Judy, a small, slim
        nose, a wide mouth, and short, dark brown hair.  She also
        had big tits like her mother and sister, size 38D round
        mounds with soft pink nipples.

        Like her mother and sister's, Mary liked to dress with
        sex appeal.  Unlike her mother and sisters, Mary did not
        abhor sex; in fact, she loved it.  She was a submissive
        woman who believed her one major purpose in life was to let
        men use her and bring pleasure on themselves.  She even
        liked rape.  Indeed, she'd been raped several times in her
        life.

        The first time she was only ten, and five men had done
        it, snatching her from an ice cream stand patio and raping
        her in the back of a van.  Two years later, stopping to get
        her bike tire fixed at a garage, she'd been raped by the
        attendant.  In her teens she'd been forced into pornography
        and for a brief time during her late teens into her early
        twenties, she'd been held as a rape slave by a rich and
        powerful man.

        Her family knew none of this, however; she kept her
        secrets well.  One other secret she had was she was bi--she
        liked women, too.  But mostly men.

        Like her mother, Mary had also had electrolysis done to
        her, keeping her pubic, underarm and leg hairs gone.

        Judy was a strikingly attractive, extremely innocent
        girl of eleven.  She was small, only five foot two and one
        hundred pounds.  Her waist was narrow, her legs long and
        shapely.  Her face was gorgeous; with big brown eyes, a
        small slim nose and bright white teeth, she turned lots of
        heads.  Even the fact that her otherwise straight teeth had
        a slight overbite, it only enhanced her beauty.  Nicest of
        all was her hair, which was raven black, thick and wavy, and
        fell nearly to her waist.

        The one thing that set Judy apart--and got her more
        attention than she liked--were her breasts.  Judy had
        developed early--by age eight she was already wearing a
        training bra, and at eleven, already had huge, 32C breasts,
        round and firm, with delicate pink nipples.  Boys were
        always trying to cop a feel of them.

        Trying to cope with this, Judy had started growing up
        too fast.  By age nine she was already wearing high heels
        and makeup.  By age ten she'd started dating.

        Like her mother and sister, Judy also had a taste for
        sex appeal, but an extreme distaste for sex.  Being a soft,
        innocent girl, she didn't even like to think about sex.
        She prized her virginity.  She was also terrified of rape.

        Bonnie was a very beautiful child.  On the outside, she
        appeared much like any other little girl: thick, wavy dark
        brown hair that fell to her waist, smooth skin, her cheeks
        lightly freckled, with small, delicate facial features and
        shy blue eyes.  She was small, only four foot six, and slim,
        a scant sixty pounds, well placed that she didn't look
        skinny, especially with her long, slim legs.  On the inside
        she was very shy and quiet.

        Only nine, Bonnie still turned a lot of heads.  SHe
        liked to dress sexy like her mother and sisters, though it
        was more out of imitation than any sexual know-how.  In
        fact, what little Bonnie did know about sex was that it was
        a bad thing.

        Bonnie's shyness, and her innocence, along with her
        looks, had attracted the attentions of more than one man.
        During her mother's promiscuous period, one man her mother
        had brought home had even felt the little girl up in her bed
        and tried to force her to perform oral sex, but she'd been
        too young and had choked too much when he shoved it in her
        mouth.  He'd finally settled for binding and gagging her and
        taking several nude photos, then threatening to kill her if
        she told, which she never did.

        Bonnie was also terrified of strange men, particularly
        after what had happend to her when she was six.  SHe lived
        in dread fear of being kidnapped as well--she wasn't sure
        what all would happen, but she'd heard it was bad.

        They were all looking forward to today, being a rather
        close knit family.  They liked to be together when possible,
        like today.  True, they did tend to spend a lot of time
        alone lately, pursuing their own interests, so times like
        this were even more special.

        As it would be later...

        None of them would directly meet the man who would be
        responsible for the nightmare, even though he too would be
        there on that fateful day...

                                  xxx

        His name was Bill McClane, and he was thirty six.  A
        big man, he stood six foot five and weighed in at two
        hundred twenty pounds, all of it solid muscle, from his
        broad shoulders to his powerfully built arms and legs.  His
        face was handsome but cold, every feature chiseled.  His sea
        green eyes rarely betrayed any emotion.  Even his short cut,
        dark brown hair seemed cold, making him look like an
        efficient machine more than a man.

        His appearance and personality matched well with the
        rest of him.  He was an ex-Green Beret, ex-Pathfinder,
        ex-Army Intelligence.  In his time he'd done work for the
        CIA and a dozen other "black project" organizations.  He'd
        kidnapped, assassinated and just generally destroyed so many
        lives he'd long ago lost touch with any real feelings of
        compassion.

        Bill's years in government had made him many friends
        and left him secure for life.  He never wanted for money,
        never feared the IRS would come after him.  He was immune to
        arrest and prosecution.  There was a catch to it, though,
        and that was he had to remain covert.  None of his friends
        were going to help him out if he didn't.

        Bill had been one of the best, if not the best, and
        what he did.  No mission was too difficult for him, no job
        too hard.  He had no qualms about destroying an entire town
        to get one person.  Lives--other peoples--meant little to
        him.

        All through the late '60s, right into the early '80s,
        Bill carried out his duties with crack efficiency.  Working
        for agencies known and unknown, he'd gained a reputation for
        getting the job done and enough admiration and respect that
        he had friends all over, from the lowliest pits of human
        deparavity to the highest levels of government--though Bill
        could never tell the difference between them.

        Finally in 1984, Bill was retired.  In the work he'd
        done only two things could happen to you--one, you died or
        two, you got retired.  You didn't just quit; that was the
        same thing as dying.  Bill had seen it happen to lots of
        guys he'd worked with.  They'd quit, and then the assassins
        would come and eliminate them.  For Bill, it had been quite
        a bit different.  One day he was working, the next, he was
        set for life.

        Of course, being retired had a catch.  For one thing,
        he couldn't just retire to civilian life, get a 9 to 5 job,
        have kids, settle down in the suburbs; too much of his life
        had been spent in violent conflict, killing, raping,
        pillaging, kidnapping, you name it, he'd done it.  Nobody
        had been safe from him.

        His superiors realized this, of course.  Releasing him
        into civilian life would be like tossing a rabid bobcat into
        a crowded room.  At the same time, respect for Bill McClane
        was too high to just eliminate him; the results could have
        been disastrous.

        Bill provided the answer for them.  He wanted to
        produce pornography--not the legal kind, but kiddie porn and
        adult porn, hardcore stuff involving almost primarily rape
        and bondage.

        Bill had always had strong interest in bondage, which
        went hand in hand with his interest in rape and porn.  He
        loved nothing more than to have his helpless victims bound
        and gagged, seeing the look in their eyes when they knew
        something was going to happen they couldn't stop.  It was
        particularly exciting with the little girls, who most of the
        time didn't know AT ALL what was happening to them!

        So it came to pass that Bill went from a career as a
        bounce around government mercenary to a porn producer.  In
        return, he kept his mouth shut about what he'd done and kept
        a low profile.  All in all, it worked out well.

        Bill's porn business boomed from day one.  The type of
        film he made was rare, and in high demand; even higher for
        one of his.  Bill believed in quality.  His victims were
        always attractive, always sexy, be they woman, girl or boy.
        He never beat or marked them up.  He never used runaways or
        throwaways, preferring instead to use fresh kidnap victims
        for his films.  They were always kept clean and healthy. The
        quality went beyond that, however.  Bill used professional
        methods and the best film money could buy, all paid for by
        his former superiors, who felt that funding him was more
        likely to keep him quiet than trying to kill him off.

        Bill's films were Hollywood quality, even if they did
        often lack a plot.  He never drugged his victims, preferring
        natural reactions to fake ones.  He appeared in nearly every
        one, gaining a reputation as the "Masked Man" from his habit
        of wearing hoods and masks to hide his identity.

        More than one child lost his or her virginity on
        screen, and nearly all lost their lives there too.  Bill
        rarely sold off any of his victims and never let them go. As
        time wore on, he branched out further, mixing his kiddie
        porn with adult porn, particularly with mothers and
        children.  He took great joy in making a mother watch while
        her child was raped right in front of her.

        Yet while his porn business was doing well, Bill could
        not escape his past.  He found himself doing favors for old
        friends--assassinations or kidnappings, mostly--and for
        select, high paying clientele.  Soon he'd added kidnapping
        and white slavery to what he did.  He found it quite
        satisfying, too--it proved to him he hadn't lost his touch,
        and sometimes, he managed to pick up a fresh victim or two
        for his collection.

        And as time wore on, Bill's tastes also expanded.
        Normally he liked pretty, sexy young women, but as he got
        older, he started liking the more attractive, experienced
        older women.  While they often gave in more easily after
        being raped a few times, many didn't.  Either way, it always
        ended the same for them.

        Next to him walked Jim Brandt.  Jim was thirty four and
        certainly not somebody most people took note of.  At six
        foot two he somehow came off looking shorter; he was thin,
        but wiry, with a plain face that made him resemble Mr.
        Rogers, right down to his thinning black hair.  His brown
        eyes had a puppy dog look to them, magnified behind his gold
        frame glasses.

        That, of course, was the Jim Brandt most people saw. In
        reality, this plain-faced, harmless looking man was
        extremely dangerous.  An ex-Green Beret who'd served with
        Bill McClane in Vietnam, Jim Barrett had left the service to
        join the CIA and wound up eventually working for many of the
        same agencies Bill McClane had worked for.  He'd even worked
        with Bill McClane a few times over the years, and the two
        had become fast friends.

        What set him apart from Bill McClane was that Jim was
        more of a thinker than somebody who went out for action.
        Whereas Bill would blow up an entire household to kill one
        person, Jim would find a way to do them in AND make it look
        like an accident or natural causes.  Jim liked preciseness,
        strategy and perfection.  He had an analytical mind that
        could size up snap situations in seconds and choose the
        course with the best odds.

        All of this was an asset, of course, as Jim had spent
        much of his career not as an assassin but as a professional
        kidnapper.  Most of his victims were children; Jim had
        worked almost exclusively for the special "black project"
        the government had set up.  During that time he'd picked up
        other skills, including a knack for designing drugs, an
        offshoot of pharmaceutical training he'd taken in his early
        days.  The drugs he designed where almost inevitably used in
        his pursuits, often to incapacitate or even kill when
        needed.

        Jim was also a master of disguise.  Given his thin
        build and a natural agility, he could be anyone--man or
        woman.  All of which came in handy.

        Jim loved what he did.  He loved bondage, loved seeing
        little girls--and little boys--bound and gagged, loved the
        looks of fear on their faces.  On a personal level he liked
        them young, innocent and sexy; what they wore often made a
        difference to him if he was getting one for himself.  He
        also loved to have sex with them.

        Actually, Jim loved to have sex period--children,
        adults, dogs, dead bodies, it didn't matter, but children
        were his main preference.  And given his skills, he rarely
        worried about getting one.  In fact, during the school year,
        he often worked as a substitute teacher, which gave him time
        to select and kidnap even more kids.

        Jim retired from service the same year Bill McClane
        had, moving from working for the government to working for a
        private sex ring that specialized in abducting and selling
        young girls into porn.  Two years later he hooked up with
        Bill McClane, joining him in the porn business, where he now
        stayed.

        Following off to the right and just barely in sight was
        Dave Sheenan.  Dave was the youngest member of Bill
        McClane's exclusive group.  Only twenty eight, he stood five
        foot eleven and was thin and wiry as Jim Brandt.  His face
        was youthful looking, with a short, scruffy goatee on his
        chin and a sharp nose, and deep set, dark blue eyes that
        always seemed to have a crazed look in them.  His hair was
        dirty blonde and scraggly, falling to his shoulders and
        giving him the look of a slightly-off drug addict.

        Dave was perhaps one of the most unusual members of the
        trio.  He had military training, but had never been in the
        military.  Dave's father had been a survivalist; from the
        time Dave could walk, he'd received paramilitary training.
        He'd learned to stalk and kill by the age of six, and by the
        age of twelve was already a hardened soldier.

        When Dave was thirteen, his father was killed in a gun
        battle with the FBI after they'd come to arrest him on gun
        running charges.  Dave himself lived and was arrested, put
        through a "deprogramming" program, and released to a foster
        family two years later.

        As things turned out, Dave didn't stay with them long,
        running away time and again.  Finally, at eighteen,
        destitute, broke and searching for a cause, he joined up
        with the same sex ring Jim Brandt belonged to.  Almost
        immediatley he was put to work as an enforcer, his job being
        to rape, torture or kill anyone--pimps, girls, anyone--who
        got out of line.  For Dave, however, the work was
        distasteful.  It wasn't the killing or rape--he enjoyed
        that--it was the beatings and other activities.  Dave had a
        taste for humiliating his victims, and like his two cronies,
        a taste for bondage.

        And unlike the other two, Dave primarly liked women, or
        girls in their teens; he'd do older or younger, but he
        wasn't much into boys.  He also didn't much like hurting
        women, outside of the hurt that came with rape, yet he was
        quick to punish them if they offended him.
        Bill, being the leader, set the pattern for them.  He
        wasn't about using strongarm tactics to get what he
        wanted--he'd hijack a school bus just to get one kid.  And
        get away with it, too.  He had plenty of friends in high
        places who owed him lots.  Sometimes he'd even kill all the
        other kids just for fun, and know he'd get away with it,
        somehow.  Which usually he did.  Jim didn't like to leave
        loose ends and he didn't like witnesses.

        Which was why he was here today.  Up ahead of them,
        practically pushing his way through the mall crowd, was
        Tommy Coleman, one-time partner and now dead man to be.
        Tommy wasn't much--short and wiry, even shorter than Dave,
        skinnier than Dave, practically bald and shifty looking.
        Tommy was a guy who had gotten into the business a year back
        with them looking for fun, then had finally had his fill and
        wanted to leave.  Unfortunately, Bill couldn't allow that.
        For good reason.

        At the moment, Tommy was not the only problem.  Bill
        could have left him go easily enough--his friends higher up
        would have covered for him--but Tommy had something Bill
        wanted.  A roll of film showing him and his two friends
        snuffing a five year old Brownie Scout they'd happened to
        snatch.  If it got into the wrong hands, he and his buddies
        would be fucked.  Just because the girl happened to be the
        grandaughter of a Cabinet Member.  Even his higher up
        buddies couldn't cover that up...

        His attention drifted for a moment to a girl sitting on
        a bench.  She was pretty, with long, wavy blond hair down to
        her waist, and big blue eyes.  She had little diamond
        earrings in her ears and wore a white short sleeve top with
        pink trim, pink shorts and white sneakers.  She looked to be
        about five or six; Bill knew he could have fun with a girl
        like that and get a few bucks for her, more if he sold her
        to a snuff producer.  Best of all he liked what she had
        on--Bill loved it when girl's showed off their legs.  Even
        if he was more of a breast man.

        He turned back to Jim.  "Try to get ahead of him. We'll
        corner him somehow."

        Jim nodded and took off.  Bill continued on, pushing
        his way through the crowd. Tommy kept moving, then dove into
        an Orange Julius.  Bill drew up short to wait for him.

        Dave came along a moment later.  "Looks like he got
        thirsty, huh?", he giggled.  "Where's Jim?"

        "Trying to get ahead of him", Bill told him.  "You have
        to take the opportunity when you can."  He looked at Tommy.
        "What a nitwit.  Why the hell did he go in there?  We got
        him now."

        "No we don't, look", Dave said.  Tommy was behind the
        counter, heading for the back door.  Like a shot, Bill was
        after him.

        Tommy saw him coming and turned, turning away from the
        door and running past, almost knocking Dave over.  He slowed
        down when he hit the crowd, and Bill and Dave followed.

        This has got to be the weirdest fucking chase I've ever
        been on, Bill thought to himself.  Its almost like he wants
        us to catch him!

        "Maybe he's waiting for somebody.  Buying time", Dave
        suggested, as if reading Bill's mind.

        "Right.  Good point", Bill hissed.  "And there isn't
        shit we can do about it right now.  We gotta get him outside
        someplace."

        "Yeah, but first we gotta get him", Dave said, watching
        as Tommy disappeared into the crowd again.

        Bill rubbed his face in frustration.  If--or rather
        when--he caught Tommy, there was going to be hell to pay...

                                  xxx
        Ruth wandered into the children's section of one of the
        stores, keeping a close eye on Bonnie.  It was a habit she'd
        had with all of her daughters when they were young, like
        Bonnie--she didn't want somebody walking off with them!

        Bonnie had on a short denim skirt, cream yellow in
        color, with a white short sleeve top and white slippers, and
        suntan pantihose.  She even carried a purse.

        When her mother wandered out of the children's section
        and into the woman's section, Bonnie lingered.  Her mother
        always bought her new clothes.  Bonnie liked the clothes
        like his mother and sisters wore--short skirts and very
        short shorts, things that fit nice and weren't frilly.
        Nothing sleeveless, either, and she never wore socks or dark
        hose, except sometimes she wore white ankle socks. She
        looked through some dresses and skirts that she thought were
        nice. She was still sorting through them when she felt a
        hand on her shoulder.

        Bonnie froze.  She was terribly shy, but anytime a
        stranger came near she automatically thought kidnapper. She
        was afraid to turn around.

        "Find anything nice?", a familiar voice asked.

        Bonnie let out a sigh.  It was only her older sister,
        Mary. No kidnappers today.

        That would come later...

                                  xxx

        Jim gave up trying to stay ahead when he lost sight of
        Tommy.  Turning back,  he located Bill, and Dave split off.
        They'd found Tommy again, wandering in the crowd, just
        going in circles.  It seemed now that Tommy was just plain
        shit scared to go anywhere--which was why he hadn't tried to
        leave yet.  And why they kept plodding around like Keystone
        Kops trying to catch him.

        Bill and Jim circled around one way, Dave another.
        Tommy stopped at one of the benches, where somebody had
        piled their bags.  He stuck his hand in one and quickly
        pulled it out.  Then he ran.

        "In that bag", Bill hissed, and Jim started for it.

        He was still a few feet away when a woman picked up the
        bags.  She was about middle-age, with gray hair but a
        knockout body and a not too unnattractive face, that Bill
        could see.  Dressed in a short denim skirt with a white silk
        top and sneakers, she looked fantastic.

        But he didn't have time to think about that now.  He
        had to get the film.

        Just then he spotted a security guard--bad news, he
        decided, if he tried to get the film from the woman.  Even
        smooth talking might backfire.  He'd just have to wait.

        He motioned Dave over and pointed toward the woman, who
        was leaving now, bags in hand.  "Follow her.  She's got the
        film.  Try to get her and if you can't, find out where she
        lives.  Go!"

        Dave nodded and took off, moving at a fast pace to keep
        up with the woman.  Bill and Jim in the meantime took off
        after Tommy.

        The guy must be a rookie, Bill decided, as they quickly
        spotted him at the pay phones.  Tommy took one look at them
        and bolted.  Stupid, stupid, stupid!, Bill thought to
        himself.  Why run, asshole?  There's nothing we can do to
        you in here!

        Unless there was more to it, he realized.  Maybe Tommy
        had something else they wanted.  One way or another, they'd
        get it.

                                  xxx
        Dave followed the woman over to the Penney's.  She had
        a nice strut, he noticed, her long legs carrying her along
        nicely.  All he had to do was sneak up and stick the gun in
        her back, get her back to his van.  Once there he'd just tie
        her up and gag her, have a little fun, then pump a couple of
        slugs into her and end it.  Simple as pie.

        Not!

        The woman, unfortunately, was standing at a rack with
        several other people--another woman and two young girls.
        Dave's cock got hard at the sight of them.  His cock always
        got hard when he saw cute females.

        Unfortunately, her position meant he couldn't get close
        enough to do anything.  He'd have to wait until she was
        alone--which he hoped would be soon.

                                  xxx
        Ruth hefted her purchases.  "I'm going to go put these
        in the car.  Is it locked?"

        Mary shook her head.  "No.  I never lock it."

        Ruth tsk-tsked.  "Suppose somebody steals it?"

        Mary just shrugged and turned back to the rack.
        Sighing, muttering about her daughter's irresponsibility
        under her breath, Ruth made her way to the back entrance of
        the mall, toward the parking lot...

        And toward the start of her nightmare.
                                  xxx

        Time, and luck, had run out for Tommy Coleman.

        Bursting out the back door the Orange Julius, he found
        himself boxed in on three sides, at the back of a wide,
        empty alley.

        And approaching from the fourth, open end, was Bill
        McClane and Jim Brandt.

        Tommy scrambled behind the only obstacle around, a high
        metal dumpster.  Sweat pouring down his face, he fumbled for
        his gun, only to discover he'd lost it someplace.

        "Tommy, Tommy, come out and play!", Bill called in a
        sing-song voice.  "Come on Tommy, we're not gonna hurt
        you--much."

        Tommy cowered back, almost as if it might make him
        invisible.  As if it might by some miracle save his life. He
        didn't bother to pray, though.  He had a feeling nobody
        would be listening to him.

        On the other side of the dumpster he could hear the
        footsteps approaching, loud, echoing footfalls like the feet
        of Death himself.  The footsteps stopped, a long, wide
        shadow falling across him.

        He looked up into the face of Death.

        "Hi, Tommy!", Bill called brightly.  "Isn't it a
        wonderful day to die?"

        "Please, man, no!", Tommy wailed, scuttling off the the
        left, trying to get to his feet.  "Look man, I'm sorry,
        okay?  I wasn't gonna tell nobody, honest!  I just--I just
        couldn't take it anymore man!"

        Bill shook his head sadly.  "Tommy, why?  Why didn't
        you just say so?  If I'd have know things were this bad, I'd
        have taken care of you long ago.  That's what Dr. McClane is
        for."  He grinned broadly.  "I can give you a nice SHOT
        Tommy, and make it all better.  You'd like that, huh?"

        "No way man, no!"  Tommy jumped to his feet and bolted
        past Bill, who made no effort to stop him.  He ran, and ran
        hard, heading for the narrow band of light at the end of the
        alley, toward the sidewalks and the people and the cars--

        There was a dull thump.  Something hit the small of his
        back, hard.  Pain flared up his spine, through his ribs,
        lanced through his lung.  He stumbled and fell as another
        something slammed into his right shoulder, driving him to
        the pavement.

        Tommy writhed and gasped in agony, one lung punctured,
        the air filling his chest.  His vision had gone screwy,
        dark--he tried to cry out, but all that came was a strangled
        croak.

        In the light, he thought he saw somebody.  It was hard
        to tell, but they seemed to be watching, just standing
        there, watching.

        There was another thump.  This time, the pain flared
        through the back of his head.  And Tommy Coleman saw the
        light no more.

                                 <END OF CHAPTER 1>

                           CHAPTER 2: The Witness


        "Excuse me, lady, hey!"

        Ruth stopped, halfway out into the parking lot, and
        turned.  A young man was running toward her.  "I think you
        grabbed by bag by mistake.  I've been trying to catch up to
        you."

        Ruth remained where she was, wary of his approach.  He
        stopped short, panting.  "I left one of my bags on the bench
        back there, and I think you picked it up by mistake."

        "Did I?", Ruth asked suspisciously.

        "Yeah, you did", he told her, making a grab for one of
        the bags.  Ruth backed up, keeping it out of reach.  As he
        made another grab for it, she heard another voice yell.

        "Hey, you, what are you doing?"  Ruth saw a security
        guard pull up.  "What's going on here?"

        The young man grimaced.  "Uh, nothing.  I just thought
        she had something of mine.  Uh, sorry, lady."  He turned on
        his heel and just about ran off.

        "You okay?", the guard asked.

        Ruth nodded.  Her heart was pounding hard.  "Yes, I'm
        okay.  He just scared me is all."

        "Well, if you're sure", the guard told her, making no
        offer to go after the man, or anything else.  He just drove
        off.

        Ruth decided to go back.  She definitely didn't want to
        be out here alone.

        She crossed the lot and climbed up onto the sidewalk,
        which was empty of people--not surprising, not many people
        parked this far back, since it was quite a walk to the mall
        entrance if you did.  As she approached a box alley between
        two buildings, she thought she heard voices shouting.  Then
        she heard two small thumps, just as she reached the
        alleyway.

        Ruth stopped, stunned, staring in horror.  She saw the
        three men standing there, and might have passed by had the
        one running toward her not suddenly fallen--when she
        stopped to see why, she saw the guns the other two were
        carrying, saw how calmly and methodically they walked up,
        their attention on the man, and shot him.

        Then one of them looked up at her, his eyes narrowed.
        And she knew she was dead, too.

                                  xxx
        "Shit, Bill, look!", Jim snapped.

        Bill lifted his eyes from Tommy's prone, lifeless body
        and saw the woman staring at them.  He could hardly believe
        it, either.  It was the same woman who had the film!  For a
        moment he wondered if she might be working with Tommy, then
        his attention snapped back to the problem at hand.

        "Get her!", Bill shouted, not daring a shot at her, not
        where she was standing at least!

        Jim took off.  The woman suddenly broke from her
        paralysis and ran, disappearing around the side of the
        alley.  Jim followed.  Bill remained where he was.

        Rolling Tommy over with the toe of his boot, he quickly
        rifled the man's pockets, taking anything and
        everything--wallet, money, even some old gum wrappers.  He
        patted him down, ignoring the blood that coated his hands
        when he touched Tommy's shirt, making sure nothing was left
        behind.

        As he was standing up, Jim reappeared, red-faced and
        panting.  He shook his head.  "I lost her.  She ducked
        inside.  We gotta get clear!"

        "Right", Bill agreed.  "Let's go.  We'll track her down
        later."  He tucked his gun back in his belt and jogged after
        Jim, the two of them quickly slipping into the parking lot.

        Dave was already at the car, waiting.  "Did you get
        him?"

        "Yeah, we got him", Bill snapped, "but that woman who
        got the film saw us!  Why didn't you grab her?"

        "Security guard came along.  I didn't get a chance!",
        Dave snapped.

         "Well, come on, let's move, fast!  For sure the
        cops'll be all over this place and WE don't want to be here
        for that!"

                                  xxx
        Ruth stopped just inside the mall entrance, leaning
        against the wall, hardly daring to look back.  She'd just
        witnessed a murder!  The shock of it was so bad she felt
        faint.  Stumbling her way over to the community restrooms,
        she pushed the door open and stumbled inside, dropping down
        in front of the commodes, where she promptly became sick.

        After what felt like hours, she got up and went to the
        sink, washing her face and mouth out.  She couldn't believe
        what she'd just seen--they'd shot that man in cold blood!
        And she'd seen it.  And they'd seen her.  One of them had
        even chased her!

        Panic swept through her, but she managed to fight it
        down.  She knew she had to call the police, but she was
        afraid--afraid somehow they would find out if she did.  So
        she decided to remain quiet.  To act as if nothing had
        happened.  It was better that way.  Then they wouldn't--she
        hoped--ever find her.

        Straightening herself out, she scooped up her bags and
        stepped back out into the mall.  If anyone had noticed how
        she'd been acting before, they weren't paying attention.

        She scanned the crowd, but saw no sign of either of the
        men.  She did, however, hear sirens.  People were moving
        toward the entrance, watching as a police car roared in,
        lights flashing.  A murmur went through the crowd.

        Ruth turned away, heading back to Penney's where she'd
        left Mary and Bonnie.  Almost as one she realized she was
        still carrying her bags--the ones she'd meant to put in the
        car.  For a moment she hesitated, wondering if she should go
        and put them in the car--then decided against it.  What if
        those men were there?  Instead she decided she'd just lie if
        Mary asked, saying she'd gotten distracted or something.

        Mary said nothing, however, except to ask what all the
        fiasco was outside, which Ruth told her she didn't
        know--forcing herself to sound calm wasn't easy--but
        somehow, she pulled it off.

        She didn't actually begin to relax until two hours
        later, when Mary dropped her and Bonnie off at the house.
        She waited until Bonnie had gone outside to play, then ran
        into her bedroom and threw herself across the bed, and cried
        her eyes out.

                                  xxx
        Back inside the mall, on the same bench where the woman
        had picked up her packages, several more bags still lay,
        undisturbed.

        "Ah, that's where I left them!", Nettie Colb said to
        herself as she spied the bags.  An overweight, dottering
        woman of eighty, Nettie still prided herself on being able
        to do things alone.  It just seemed lately she was in a
        terrible habit of forgetting things.

        She went to the bags and looked through them, making
        sure everything was there.  It was--and so was something
        else.  In the bottom of one bag was a film canister, which
        she knew she didn't buy--she didn't even own a camera!
        Muttering under her breath about stupid sales clerks and
        other such nonsense, she fished the canister out and tossed
        it in a nearby waste can.

        And unknowingly threw away the only hope to end a
        nightmare for an innocent woman...


                                  xxx
        On the way back to the warehouse Bill and his cronies
        called their base, he made a few phone calls, set things in
        motion to find the woman.  Time was of the essence, though
        he didn't for a moment believe time was something he had any
        more of.

        The warehouse was home to Bill.  It was full
        equipped--toilets, kitchen, hot and cold running water,
        everything he could ask for, even bedrooms.  Most of all, it
        was private.  Privacy was needed when you had a screaming
        ten year old pinned underneath you and her mother going
        hysterical while you raped her.

        The little man seated at Bill's desk, with the
        sketchpad in his hand, looked more like a wizened gnome than
        a human being.  With his wire frame glasses, bald head, and
        thick, rough hands, nobody would have ever guessed him for a
        sketch artist.  But he was.

        And the picture he was sketching was a perfect copy of
        the woman they'd seen in the parking lot.  "Don't like those
        new-fangled methods", he said as he added the finishing
        touches to her hair.  "This template and that--give me a
        good pencil and some charcoal any day."  He held up the
        sketch pad.  "This her?'

        "That's her", Bill nodded, and Jim agreed.

        The little old man looked at the sketch.  "Fine
        lookin', she is.  Not as fine as some of them young ones you
        get.  I like them best."  He cackled.  "That all I can do
        for ya?"

        "Yeah, that's all, Finney.  Take that back to your
        people and see if they can track her down.  It'll probably
        be like finding a needle in a haystack--"

        "Don't you worry about that", Finney told him.  "We'll
        get on it.  We owe you enough."  He got up, tucking the
        sketchpad under his arm, and patted Bill on the shoulder.
        "Don't you go worrying now.  We'll find her."

        "Thanks, Finney", Bill sighed, and showed him out.

        Returning to the office, he found Jim pacing nervously
        in front of the TV.  "Well, we made the news.  Look."

        On the screen, a young, attractive female reporter was
        talking, standing in the same alleyway where they'd left
        Tommy's body.  Behind her two coroner's men were loading
        Tommy into a body bag, his body covered in a white sheet.

        Bill made a mental note to grab that reporter when he
        got a chance and make her a real star.  For now, his
        attention was on what she was saying.

        "...right now police aren't sure who the man is or why
        he was killed, but they have ruled out robbery and suspect
        the possibility that the man might have been a drug dealer.
        At this time they have no witnesses to the shooting.  The
        body was discovered by a mall employee are 2:15 this
        afternoon.  Again, it appears the man was shot at least
        three times in the back.  We'll have more on this as it
        becomes available.  This is Summer Carson, WWNT News 12."

        Bill turned away from the TV.  "No witnesses, huh?
        Looks like that broad didn't talk--yet.  We must've scared
        the shit out of her."

        "Yeah, but for how long?  Sooner or later she's gonna
        tell, and we're fucked.  Nobody'll cover for us then.  You
        know that."

        "Yeah, tell me about it", Bill sighed.  "We're gonna
        have to lay low for a while.  Hold off on things."  He
        frowned hard.  "Call off anything we had planned for at
        least the next two weeks, just in case.  As soon as we know
        more, we move."

        "You're the boss", Jim sighed.

        "Yeah, I am", Bill muttered under his breath.


                        <END CHAPTER 2>

                        CHAPTER 3: The Kidnapping

        Ruth spent most of the next week in a state of
        perpetual heartburn.  She could hardly eat, and even her
        daily workouts seemed more strenuous than ever.  Her sleep
        was plagued with nightmares and she became acutely aware of
        where her kids were at all times.

        She'd seen news of the murder on TV but was reluctant
        to discuss it with anyone--lest she give away what she knew.
         Everytime the phone rang she jumped, expecting it to be the
        police or worse, the killers.  When one day Bonnie was late
        coming home from camp, she'd panicked, thinking the killers
        had grabbed her and were holding her to assure Ruth's
        silence.  All kinds of thoughts went through her mind.

        By the following week, though, things were calmer. News
        of the murder had faded out entirely; just another random
        drug killing.  Hardly headline news anymore.

        After three weeks, Ruth was convinced things would be
        okay again.  She pushed all thoughts of the murder to the
        back of her mind, refusing to acknowledge it.  Nothing was
        going to happen.  She felt sure of it.


                                  xxx

        "Ruth Rogers."  Bill rolled the name around on his
        tongue.  Old name, but okay, he guessed.  It seemed to
        somehow fit the woman in the photo.

        It had taken Finney almost three weeks to locate the
        woman--surveillance, private eyes who asked no questions,
        record searches.  It was more by accident than anything else
        that he'd spotted her at a local bank.

        It hadn't taken much after that to find out her name,
        adress, the fact that she had three daughters and a lot of
        money, even if she didn't show it.  She was widowed; two of
        her daughters lived at home.  Didn't drive or work, but like
        to work out and ride bikes a lot.  Most of this Finney had
        gathered by talking to the few people who knew her, and by
        conducting a phone "survey".  He'd also learned she was
        usually home alone between eight and two every day except
        weekends.  Furthermore, she seemed to have no connection to
        Tommy Coleman--and that was good.  Not for her, but for
        Bill.

        Bill considered his options.  He could grab one of her
        kids and hold them to keep her silence for sure--but that
        was risky, and he didn't like that ransom shit; he'd rape
        the kid for sure, then kill her.  He knew himself too well.
        The only real option he could see was to get Ruth herself.

        Normally, he might have carefully planned this.  He
        would have surveyed, watched, learned all he could.  He
        would have picked the right moment to move in and take her,
        and anyone she was with at the time.  But not this time.  He
        was edgy from three weeks without any activity and really
        wanted to see this woman tied up and gagged and sobbing in
        fear of him, feel her pussy wrap around his cock, fuck her
        hot mouth.  He wanted to hurt her very, very badly...

                                  xxx
        Ruth sat alone in her empty house.  Bonnie was off at
        her summer camp; Judy was at a friend's house, which she
        seemed to do every day.  Mary was working, which left her
        alone with nothing to do.

        Sitting only in her nightgown and robe, sipping coffee,
        she planned out her day.  She'd go for a bike ride, maybe
        pack a lunch, then come home and watch her soaps before
        Bonnie got home from camp.

        She took a quick shower and dressed.  White cotton
        panties and a bra, then pantihose, tan ones that further
        accented the dark tan on her legs and added even more
        shapeliness.  A navy blue blouse with short sleeves.  A
        short white skirt, fitted to her thighs.  While she had lots
        of shorts, she found she liked skirts better--despite her
        disdain for sex, and her shyness, she still liked men to
        look at her.  She just didn't like them to touch.

        The final part, a pair of white running shoes.  All in
        all, she looked quite nice--sexy, in fact, which she didn't
        want to acknowledge that much.

        After packing a lunch, she locked the door and got her
        bike out.  SHe rode a ten speed three wheeler, preferring
        not to have to balance anything else.  Smiling, she set out
        on her ride, determined to enjoy the day...

                                  xxx
        "So this is it", Bill muttered, climbing out of the
        car.  Nobody appeared at the screen door.  No kids played in
        the yard.  The nearest neighbor was far enough away they
        wouldnt hear or even see anything; the whole area was rural.

        He walked up and boldly knocked on the front door.
        Receiving no answer, he picked the lock easily and let
        himself inside.

        A quick search of the rooms showed nobody was home.
        Returning to the living room where Jim and Dave waited, he
        shook his head.  "All clear.  Dave, park the car down the
        road and wait until I call."  Dave nodded and left.  Bill
        turned to Jim.  "In the meantime, let's look around."

        They went about the house, looking in various rooms,
        taking stock of what was there.  The girl's rooms were
        identical, at least in terms of the spreads on the beds and
        the wallpaper on the walls.  Only one was a mess, clothes,
        toys and everything else strewn about, including some
        bras--which really made Bill curious.  The other was neat as
        a pin.  Nowhere did he find the film, which led him to
        wonder if she might have thrown it out.  It didn't matter.
        After today, it wouldn't ever matter to her, or him, again.

        He looked at the pictures of the woman's daughters, all
        young and pretty.  He especially liked the two younger
        ones--the freckle faced girl and the doe eyed one.  He
        wanted them both very badly, but it could wait.

        "Hey!  She's coming!", Jim shouted from the living
        room.

        Bill went to join him.  Outside, he heard something
        rattling up the drive.

        Bill pulled the curtain aside a bit.  Ruth was coming
        up the drive on her bike.  She seemed a bit daring, riding a
        bike with a short skirt on.  She parked the bike and started
        toward the door.

        Bill took a seat, facing the door, while Jim stood in
        the kitchen.  Neither of them had their guns out.  Bill
        didn't think they'd need them.

        Ruth came in, not even looking up.  Her attention was
        on a pile of mail in her hand.

        "Hello, Ruth."

        The woman jumped, dropping the mail.  Her mouth opened
        as if to scream, but nothing came out.  Before she could
        even think of turning to run, Jim was behind her, grasping
        her shoulders.  Ruth seemed to huddle within herself, unable
        to either speak or move.

        "Better sit her down, Jim.  She looks like she's going
        to collapse."

        Jim guided the woman over and dropped her down onto the
        couch.  She sat with her hands in her lap, shaking visibly.

        Bill got up and stood in front of her, forcing her to
        look up at him with very wide eyes.  She looked like she
        might cry at any second.  He hoped she would.

        "My name is Bill.  This is my friend Jim.  Our friend
        Dave is waiting for us.  That's all you need to know.  I
        already know who you are so there's no need to introduce
        yourself.  I think you know why we're here."  He grinned at
        her coldy.  "We're here for you, Ruth."

                                  xxx

        Ruth couldn't stop shaking.  She had seen this man kill
        another man--was he going to kill her?  She was too scared
        to ask.

        The man was staring at the pictures of her daughters
        now.  He picked up Bonnie's picture first.  "She's pretty.
        WHat's her name?"

        "Bonnie", Ruth told him.

        "Bonnie.  Sounds like a boy's name.  Guess you wanted a
        boy, huh?"

        Ruth nodded.  "We thought she was until she was born."

        "Well, she's definitely a girl.  How old is she?"

        "Nine", Ruth told him.

        Bill set the picture down.  "I like her.  I like all
        your daughters.  Nice looking girls."  He took a seat next
        to Ruth.  "I'd really like to thank you for keeping your
        mouth shut about what you saw.  That man...well, let's say
        he gave me some trouble.  I don't like when people give me
        trouble."  He slid his hand up Ruth's thigh, keeping eye
        contact with her.  Ruth's lower lip trembled.  She wanted to
        run away, scream, cry, anything but be here.

        "Mmm, great legs.  You're a fantastic looking woman,
        Ruth.  Very sexy.  And so cooperative.  You don't want to
        give me any trouble, do you Ruth?"

        Ruth shook her head.  "Well now, that's good.  Because
        when I came here, I really wasn't looking forward to
        splattering your pretty brains all over your nice living
        room.  So we're gonna take a little trip somewhere else to
        do that."

        It was too much for Ruth.  She let out a scream and
        burst into tears, but was too shocked to even try and get up
        or away.  "Please, please don't kill me!", she begged. "I'll
        do anything!"

        "Well, I don't know", Bill sighed.  "You've seen me
        twice now, and you know for sure I killed somebody...but
        you'll do anything?"

        "Anything!", Ruth wailed.

        Bill seemed to think it over.  Through her tears, Ruth
        watched him hopefully.  She'd promise to stay quiet--and she
        would too!--if he'd just leave her alone.

        "Nope, sorry, can't do that.  Better tie her up, Jim."

        Ruth panicked.  Jumping to her feet, she ran past Bill
        for the door, but Jim was blocking her way.  Whirling around
        in blind panic, she tried to head toward the kitchen, but
        Bill caught her by the waist and clamped a hand over her
        mouth, forcing her to look up at him.

        "Now that wasn't very smart, Ruth", he told her.  "Not
        very cooperative at all."  Ruth felt like a small child in
        his grasp.  Helpless, scared out of her mind, her heart was
        pounding in her chest.  She also felt ashamed about him
        touching her.  Having a man touch her was too close to sex.

        "But I like you.  You're a good looking woman, Ruth,
        really sexy.  And a nice lady too.  I really don't want to
        kill you.  In fact, I think you'll cooperate with me all the
        way and not tell anybody a damn thing, will you?"

        Ruth nodded as best she could.

        "But I can't let you go.  I don't think I can trust
        you."

        Ruth burst into tears again.  Bill shook her, hard.

        "Listen to me!  I don't care if you cry, Ruth.  I like
        it.  But I want you to listen to me.  We're going to take
        you with us, a little trip.  Just a few days.  It won't be
        so bad.  We'll let you go in a few days, when I know I can
        trust you not to tell.  You might even like it.  Either that
        or we can wait.  Until one of your daughters comes home. And
        she can go instead.  Would you like that, Ruth?  If I took
        Bonnie instead of you?"

        Ruth shook her head.  She hadn't even thought about
        these men hurting her daughters until now.  She didn't want
        anything to happen to them.  She'd cooperate.

        Bill released her.  Ruth continued to cry, but it was
        softer now.  She was still scared to death and didn't trust
        Bill hardly at all.  But she'd do what he told her.

        "Now then, we'll have to make some arrangements.  We
        don't want people getting suspiscious.  You don't travel
        much, do you Ruth?"

        Ruth shook her head.  "No."

        "Well let's say an emergency came up.  You had to leave
        suddenly.  Yeah, that's it."  He thought a moment.  "Who
        would watch the kids?"

        "Mary, my oldest", Ruth told him.  "She loves her
        sisters."

        "Does she now?  Where is she, anyway?"

        "Working", Ruth told him.  "I-I can call her--"

        "Later.  Right now we need an excuse for you to take a
        trip.  ANd if we can't come up with one, well, you can
        explain to everybody what happened to Bonnie.  And if you
        told the truth, well..."  He fingered his gun.  "Be a shame
        finding such a pretty little girl dead, wouldn't it?"

        Ruth swallowed hard.  "I can tell her I had to go visit
        my friend May.  Mary doesn't know her.  May's been pretty
        sick lately."  May was a woman Ruth hadn't seen in years;
        she didn't even know where she lived or what shape she was
        in, but it was all she could come up with.

        "Good.  Come with me."  He grabbed her arm and hauled
        her toward her bedroom.  "Pack a suitcase.  Enough clothes
        for at least two weeks.  Probably won't take that long.  ANd
        I want sexy stuff too, like you got on now.  Move it."

        Ruth hurried to pack.  Bill wound up picking out most
        of what she'd wear, even her panties.  The whole thing made
        her squeamish.  Afterward, she called Mary at work.  Her
        voice shook badly, and she wanted to cry, and for a moment
        she was afraid her daughter would know something was wrong
        and it would all go bad.

        Mary, however, took it the way it was meant.  "Oh
        mommy, I'm sorry", she said, sounding concerned.  "I'll come
        right home and give you a ride.  The airport?"

        "Um, no", Ruth blurted.  "May's son came to get me.
        I have to go or I'll miss the plane.  Love you, bye."  She
        hung up the phone and turned to Bill, shaking all over.

        "Good job.  Now turn around."  Ruth did as she was
        told.  Bill grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her,
        and a moment later she felt rope being wrapped around her
        wrists.

        "Why are you tying me up?", she asked.

        "Because I don't trust you, Ruth.  And I like to see
        women tied up.  Get used to it."  He finished tying her
        wrists and pulled kerchief over her mouth, tying it off
        behind her head.  Grabbing her arm, he pulled her toward the
        door, Jim following with her suitcase.  On the way out, they
        locked the door behind them.

        Outside, Bill pushed her over to Jim and pulled a small
        portable phone from his back pocket.  He punched in a number
        and spoke.  "We got her.  Get up here."  He put the phone
        back and not a minute later a car pulled up.  A young, long
        haired man was driving.

        Bill opened the back door and helped her in, then got
        in himself.  Jim threw her suitcase in the trunk and climbed
        in the front seat.  As they backed out, Bill turned to her.

        "Well now, that's over.  I should probably tell you a
        few things, Ruth.  I make porn flicks.  Not the legal kind.
        I like rape."  Ruth's eyes grew wide.  She started to sob.

        "Yeah, that's right, you cry.  I like that.  I want you
        to make me happy, Ruth.  Because, you see, I don't just do
        rape.  I like to do kiddie porn too.  Bonnie's a very pretty
        little girl, Ruth.  I'd love to put her in one of my films.
        And I will, too, if you don't make me happy."

        He pushed her away.  "Now don't give me trouble.  Dave,
        take us to the motel.  It's time we find out if we can trust
        Ruth or not."

                              <END CHAPTER 3>


                          CHAPTER 4: Ruth's Ordeal

        The "motel", such as it was, was really just a group of
        cottages near a lake.  The "NO VACANCY" sign was out, but
        Dave ignored it as he went inside.

        Ruth could only see two other cars; a man and a little
        girl in bright pink shorts and a white top were getting out
        of one.  She looked to be about Bonnie's age, with long
        blonde hair.  She was also scared to death, a fact made very
        apparent because she was both gagged and had her hands bound
        behind her back.  Ruth watched the man lead her into the one
        of the cottages and shut the door behind him.

        "Friend of mine", Bill told her.  "Looks like he got a
        nice one."  He grinned at Ruth.  "I own this place, ya see.
        Only a select few people get to stay here.  Consider
        yourself special."  He leaned over and kissed her neck,
        making her shudder.

        Dave reappeared then, a key in his hand.  "Our room is
        ready", he laughed.  "Come on, let's get her inside and
        party!"

        "You bet", Bill answered, climbing out and taking Ruth
        with him.  He led her to a cottage on the far end and stood
        back with Jim while Dave unlocked the door.

        The cottage was fairly large, with a combination
        kitchen/bedroom setup and a bathroom.  There were two
        available beds; Bill sat Ruth on the edge of one and
        unbuckled his pants.

        "No sense in wasting time.  I'm first."  He pushed his
        pants down, letting his cock spring out.  Ruth began to
        tremble.  His cock was huge--it had to be at least ten
        inches, and very thick.

        Bill pulled her gag down.  "Open up, Ruth."

        "No, please, I can't!", Ruth cried, tears streaming
        down her face.  Bill grabbed the back of her head and pushed
        it in anyway.

        "Of course you can.  All you bitches can.  All you
        bitches like it, don't you?"  He pushed it deep into her
        mouth and kept going, shoving it down her throat.  Ruth
        gagged and choked.

        "Better learn to deep throat fast, lady, cause it's
        what I like."  He held onto her head until she managed to
        stop gagging.  Then he began to fuck her face.

        Ruth had never sucked a cock before.  It was too
        digusting, too humiliating--but she was doing it now, more
        or less.  It was rubbing across her gums, her tongue,
        sliding in and out of her throat.  Everytime she gagged or
        swallowed she could feel it in there like a huge lump.

        "Suck me", Bill ordered tensely.  "Go on, bitch, you
        know how!"

        Ruth didn't, of course, but she had to try.  Tears
        streaming down her face, she sucked at it.  SHe must have
        done okay, because after a minute or so Bill stopped
        pounding her mouth with it and let her suck on her own.

        She moved her head back and forth, letting it slide in
        and out of her throat, like she'd seen in a porno flick
        once, back in her promiscuous days.  After a few minutes she
        managed to pick it up somewhat, and even managed to gag
        less.

        And hated every second of it.

        Bill didn't come in her throat, either--at the last
        second he pulled out, shooting his load in her mouth.  Ruth
        choked and tried to swallow, but there was just too much. As
        fast as she could gulp it down it was leaking out of her
        mouth, dripping down her chin.

        Bill insisted she clean him off before he pulled out.
        SHe sucked as licked as best she could, sobbing and
        trembling the whole time.  She didn't understand how any
        woman could enjoy this.  It was humiliating and disgusting.

        Dave was next.

        He didn't so much make her blow him as he fucked her
        face.  Each thrust made her choke.  She almost passed out
        before he was done and his thick load was going down her
        throat.

        Jim was no better than either man; he insisted she take
        it in her throat and KEEP it there.  It took her over
        fifteen minutes to suck and swallow him to a cum.

        By then, the other two men had stripped totally.  As
        Jim pulled out, he slipped her gag back in and pushed her
        back onto the bed, swinging her feet around so she was fully
        stretched out.  He undid the snaps on her skirt and pulled
        it off, then yanked her panties off as well.

        "Lookee here, she's shaved!", he announced.  "Bet she
        knew we like that, huh?"

        Ruth didn't answer--her humiliation was even worse.
        Jim's fingers were undoing the buttons of her blouse now,
        laying it open.  Bill handed him a knife and sliced her bra
        off, letting her huge, round tits fall free.


        Jim pounded her HARD.  Every stroke burned the walls of
        her dry cunt, causing her to sob and squirm and tense up,
        which only made things worse.  It wasn't long, however,
        before she began to feel something else--the old,
        pleasurable sensations she'd once enjoyed.  Now she hated
        them, her body giving them off but her mind refusing to
        acknowledge them.

        Jim continued to pound cruely, determined to make her
        cry out in pain with each thrust.  As if that wasn't enough,
        he began to pinch her nipples as well!

        Ruth screamed into her gag, helpless to stop this
        assault on her body.   She hardly even noticed when Jim came
        and Dave took over, repeating the punishment, then Bill. Her
        world was a blurry mass of fear, tears and pain.

        And then suddenly, it all stopped.

        Ruth lay on her side, sobbing quietly.  Her entire body
        hurt, particularly her cunt.  She could feel cum and juices
        leaking out of her.  She'd never been so scared and
        humiliated in her entire life.

        "You were great, Ruth", Bill whispered in her ear.  "I
        like the way you do it.  You don't give in.  I like that in
        a woman.  Too many bitches just lie there and take it.  That
        makes me mad.  It makes them dead."  Ruth shuddered when he
        kissed her ear.  "Mmm...yeah...you rest a little bit now,
        okay?  And just remember, keep up like you did, or you're a
        dead woman.  I don't think you want that."

        Ruth shut her eyes tight.  She didn't want to die, but
        she didn't want to be raped again, either.  But she had no
        choice in the matter.

        It was ironic that fighting Bill and his goons turned
        them on.  It was also ironic that if she fought too hard she
        was dead, and if she didn't fight at all she was dead.  Not
        that it mattered.  SHe'd fight anyway, or at least squirm.
        It just came natural to her.

        With that thought drifting through her dazed brain, she
        drifted off to sleep...

                                  xxx

        Bill stared down at the sleeping form of the woman on
        the hotel bed.  She was a really hot fuck, he decided, and
        that mouth of hers was more than he'd bargained for.

        What he really liked most was how she'd kept fighting
        him even though she knew she could do nothing about it.  It
        was like she was truly ashamed of what was happening, which
        really turned him on.  He'd raped too many women who gave up
        right after he got into them.  Some were just plain dead
        fish the whole time.

        One thing was for certain, they were all dead.  Fucks
        that didn't excite him wound up dead very quickly.

        Ruth probably wouldn't last long, anyway, he decided.
        They never did; women could only take so much.  People could
        only take so much.  He didn't know, of course, Ruth's hatred
        of sex and how deep it went.  And that it was the core
        thing, beyond even her hate and fear of rape, that kept her
        resisting.

        What Ruth didn't know was that no matter how much she
        cooperated, her daughters would soon join her.  Especially
        little Bonnie--Bill had special plans for her.

        In the meantime, he'd put Ruth through the paces, make
        a film or two with her.  By the time he finished with her,
        she'd love and hate him equally.

        But that was for later.  "You guys hungry?"

        "Starved", Paul replied, pulling Ruth's blouse closed a
        bit, adjust it so it covered a bit more of her.  Something
        he did with lots of them that Bill could never make sense
        of.

        "Let's go get a steak or something.  She's not going
        anywhere."

        Just as they were about to leave, the door opened and a
        huge, bald-headed black man in camo pants and a black
        t-shirt stepped in.

        "Hey, Jasper, where you been?", Bill asked.  "We've got
        some prime pussy here.  ANd more on the way!"

        Jasper Tobias stood six foot five, two hundred pounds
        of solid muscle.  With his midnight black skin and bald
        head, he was an intimidating sight, especially when he
        grinned.

        Jasper had grown up the son of poor sharecroppers in
        Alabama, where he'd spent most of his life fending off Ku
        Klux Klansmen and getting thrown in jail by racist
        sherriffs.  At the age of eighteen he'd finally run off and
        joined the Marines, only to find himself assigned to an
        infantry platoon called the "Suicide Runners"--mostly black
        soldiers who'd run afoul of their commanding officer back in
        boot camp.  Their nickname came from the fact that nearly
        every mission they went on was guaranteed to kill them.

        Jasper hadn't been so easy to kill, however.  He
        wracked up an impressive kill record in his time and was
        decorated more than once.  Yet despite it all his former
        commander still had a hardon for him, and managed to get him
        dishonorably discharged on trumped up reasons, which left
        Jasper so bitter he later tracked the man down and killed
        him.

        His life experiences had left Jasper cold and mean, yet
        strangely, not racist.  Jasper saw white people in two ways:
        equals or prey.  If you didn't like him or just happened to
        be weaker than him, you were prey.  Only Jim, Dave and Bill
        did he even consider equals.

        Jasper's favorite prey, however, were little white
        girls.  As a teenager growing up in Alabama, he'd taken out
        his revenge on the people who hated him by attacking their
        daughters whenever possible.  He started at age twelve and
        the by time he hit sixteen, he'd already raped and murdered
        nearly a dozen young girls.

        He'd hitched up with Bill McClane more by accident than
        anything, when the two of them had gone after the same girl
        a few years back.  Bill had impressed him enough that he'd
        joined up with him, though he rarely helped Bill on anything
        outside of kidnapping, raping and murdering their victims.



        Jasper grinned, a big, white smile that split his face.
         "Yeah, she looks fine.  No young pussy today?"

        "In time", Bill told him.  "We're going out to get a
        bite to eat.  You coming?"

        Jasper shook his head.  "No thanks.  I think I'll stay
        and have some fun."


                                  xxx
        Ruth awoke sometime later to the feeling of the bed
        shaking around her.  Slowly she opened her eyes, becoming
        aware that she'd been left bound and gagged and barely
        clothed--and also that someone was leaning over her.

        Her eyes snapped open fully then, and filling her view
        was a large, well-built black man, stroking his huge rod
        just inches from her face.  He was wearing an ear to ear
        grin that just got wider when he saw she was awake.

        "Well well the pretty white bitch finally come around",
        he laughed.  "I got something for you, bitch.  Hope you like
        it."

        Ruth's eyes fell to his huge rod.  She'd never, in her
        life, seen anything like it--it was at least as thick around
        as a beer can and easily a foot long.  ANd it was only an
        inch or so from her nose.

        "Yeah, that's pure Alabama black snake", the man
        chuckled.  "All for you.  I usually like the little white
        girls better, but you'll do nice for right now.  Bet you
        never done black, huh bitch?"

        Ruth was frozen.  No, she'd never had sex with a black
        man before.  It wasn't that she was prejudice--she'd had
        plenty of opportunities in her promiscuous days, before sex
        had become so shameful.  The truth was that black men
        frightened her.  Actually, all men frightened her, but black
        men were worse.  Again, not because of prejudice, but
        largely because in her entire life she'd only met a few and
        most of her perceptions about them were drawn from TV--and
        given that most of what she'd seen was bad, she had a
        feeling at least some of it was true...

        Ruth turned her head away, and the black man laughed.
        "Yeah, that's what I like.  A bitch who don't give up easy.
        I like a fighter."  Ruth felt his hand rub her bare pussy
        and shuddered, then began to buck and squirm as he tried to
        finger her.  It didn't matter; he soon had his hand firmly
        planted, his thick middle finger probing around her clit
        like a small cock.  Ruth squirmed helplessly as her cunt
        responded to the fingering, growing wet very rapidly.

        "Yeah, nice and slick.  Let's see what you got, bitch."
         The black man slid back, removing his hand and pushing the
        head of his dick into her pussy.  Ruth tried to close her
        legs but it was too late; he was already inside, and the
        pain of his huge cock pushing against her constricting
        walls, she had to spread her legs.

        She could feel him inside of her, his huge member
        pushing it's way far up inside of her, farther than she
        could remember any man going.  It actually began to hurt.
        Ruth screamed into the gag and thrashed on the bed,
        inadvertently bucking her hips and admitting him deeper into
        her.  Excitedly he began to pump her hard, grinding his cock
        inside her, his balls banging off her ass with each thrust,
        his right hand grasping at her tit and twisting it until she
        cried out.

        The rape seemed to take hours.  The black man's huge,
        thick member pounded Ruth's insides until she could feel
        nothing but pain.  His huge hands pawed at her breasts until
        her nipples had turned an angry red.  Her wrists ached from
        lying on them.  Just as Ruth thought she could take no more,
        the black man slammed her once, hard, and began to moan,
        finally collapsing on her.

        "Yeah, baby, that's it", he breathed.  "Yeah, you were
        one sweet cunt."  He pushed himself up and withdrew from
        her, moving up to straddle her chest, his huge cock poised
        over her lips.  Ruth turned her head aside.  The black man
        grabbed her chin and jerked her head back, then pulled her
        gag out.

        "Suck me clean, bitch", he ordered.

        Ruth opened her mouth to sob and got a faceful of cock
        for her troubles.  She could taste cum and her own juices
        mingling on his dark member, and did her best to quickly
        suck him off, hoping to get it out of her mouth before she
        threw up.

        The black man had other ideas, however.  He made her
        suck him for almost ten minutes, cleaning off not only his
        cum and her juices, but also squeezing out the last of the
        cum dribbling from his cock.  When that was done he further
        humiliated her by forcing her to kiss it, then pulling her
        off the bed and forcing her to her knees, whereupon he
        tipped her head all the way back and jammed the huge, still
        throbbing member down her throat.

        That almost proved too much for Ruth.  For several
        seconds she swooned, unable to breathe, his huge cock
        pushing deep down her espophagus and cutting off her air
        supply.  THen she managed to drag in a breath, and realized
        he wanted her to suck him off!  Gagging, choking and
        swallowing, she began to suck, her head still spinning from
        lack of air, her hands twisting at the bonds that held them,
        tears streaming down her face.  It took another twenty
        minutes, by which time her throat felt raw and she thought
        she might pass out before he suddenly withdrew, letting his
        load explode in her mouth.  She tried to swallow it, but
        there was so much most of it ended up spilling out and
        running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts.  The black
        man used one hand to rub it into her skin while the other
        held her by the hair, forcing her to finish cleaning him
        off.

        Finally he let go, pulling her to her feet and turning
        her around, bending her over at the waist.  She tensed as
        she felt his huge cock moving around, pressing against her
        asshole.  If there was one place she definitely didn't want
        it, it was there!

        He pounded it into her, shoving it like a huge, hard
        missile into her constricting ass, pounding her while she
        screamed until she was hoarse.  When he came again he let go
        of her and pushed her face down onto the bed, whereupon she
        felt his hands slide along her face and slip the gag back
        in.

        By now, she was totally exhausted; she couldn't have
        fought if she'd had a gun to her head.  Not that she needed
        to.  She could still sense the black man behind her, but he
        wasn't doing anything.

        Suddenly she felt a sharp prick in her asscheek that
        made her jump.  "Billy says to put you to sleep for a
        while", he told her.  "Sweet dreams bitch!"

        Darkness descended over Ruth quickly, taking away
        everything, the fear, the pain, even her own thoughts.  Then
        she sank into oblivion.

                                  xxx

        Ruth awoke the next morning, lying on her side, her
        hands still bound behind her.  Every inch of her body ached,
        and her cunt hurt worst of all.

        Her glasses were gone; despite her blurry vision, she
        could see them on the nightstand by the bed.  She heard the
        TV going and saw the men moving around.

        "She's awake", she heard Jim say.

        "Wow, Jasper, you must've done a number on her", Bill
        laughed.  "Knocked her right out!"  He laughed again and
        flipped Ruth onto her back, shoving two fingers into her
        very sore cunt.  Ruth cried out and began to cry again.

        "Good morning!", Bill shouted, fingering her slowly.
        "Welcome to a new day of fun with Bill and friends!  We've
        only just started to have fun with you, Ruth.  You're hot.
        And if you want to stay that way, just remember to do what I
        like...or else your pretty daughters will take your place."

        He grinned and Ruth sobbed.  His fingers in her cunt
        were hurting her, and she tried to squirm away.  Bill just
        pushed them in deeper.

        "You're pretty amazing.  All this and not one orgasm.
        Could it be you don't like it?  Well, I think so!"  He
        fingered her harder.  "Then again, I guess if you did, it
        wouldn't be rape!"  He withdrew his fingers and abruptly
        hauled her to her feet.  "But you're not much fun, all
        smelly and sweaty and cum covered.  You need a bath."  He
        spun her around and began to untie her hands.  "I think you
        can take a bath by yourself, can't you?  I might just join
        you.  Go on, soak as long as you want, or until I tell you.
        Then get out here."  He pushed her toward the bathroom.

        Ruth grabbed up her glasses as she went, too numb and
        frightened to argue.  She was crying as she ran the
        bathwater, pulling off her shoes and her blouse.  Climbing
        into the tub, she pulled her knees up to her chest and
        sobbed.

        Jim came in then.  "Bill says to use this", he ordered,
        putting something down on the sink.  A douche, Ruth saw. "He
        wants you good and clean.  And don't take too long in here
        or we'll make what we did last night look like a cake walk."
        With that, he turned and left.

        Ruth stared at the douche, then lowered her eyes.  This
        couldn't be happening.  But at least she was still alive.
        She didn't want to be--she'd rather have died a thousand
        times than go through this.  BUt she had to think of her
        daughters.

        Picking up a washcloth and soap, she began to bathe
        herself.

                                  xxx
        Back home, little Bonnie was sitting down at the table,
        waiting for her sister to finish making breakfast.  She
        liked when Mary watched her, which wasn't often; only when
        she stayed over at her sister's house sometimes, or when her
        mom went on vacation, which wasn't often.

        She missed her mommy anyway.  Bonnie was very much a
        "momma's girl", and when her mother wasn't around she tended
        to be rather sensitive and upset.  But she tried to be good,
        anyway.

        Her sister made her some oatmeal, her favorite, and sat
        down across the table from her.  "I wonder how mommy's
        friend is doing", she said.  "Maybe I'll call her later."
        She studied the note their mother had left.  It had a number
        on it.  "Now that's funny."

        "What?", Bonnie asked, a spoonful of oatmeal halfway to
        her mouth.

        "It's a local area code.  I thought May lived out of
        state."

        Bonnie shrugged.  "I don't know."

        Mary pondered the note a minute.  "She sounded pretty
        upset on the phone.  Maybe she put in the wrong area code.
        Let me try it anyway."  Picking up the phone, she dialed the
        number.  A man picked up.

        "Yeah?"

        "Hi, I'm trying to reach Ruth Rogers.  This is the
        number she left.  She's staying with a May somebody, I'm not
        sure of the last name."

        "Sorry, nobody here by that name", the man told her.
        "Oh, wait.  Did you say Ruth?  Yeah, she's in taking a bath.
         I'm May's son."

        "Oh, okay.  I thought you lived someplace else.  The
        number--"

        "It's a forwarding number", the man told her.  "I had
        my calls forwarded here.  Figured it'd save a few dollars if
        you had to call."

        "Oh, thanks.  How is everything?"

        "Oh, fine, just fine.  How's everything there?"

        "Great.  Bonnie and I are getting along great, and
        Judy's having the time of her life, too.  Um, better not
        tell mommy I said that.  She thinks I spoil my sisters."

        There was a chuckle.  "I won't, don't worry.  Tell me,
        how is Bonnie?  Your mother asked about her."

        "Oh, she's fine.  She was a little concerned yesterday,
        she thought maybe somebody had kidnapped mommy."

        There was a long pause.  When the man spoke, it was
        with a touch of wariness.  "Uh, why would she say that?"

        "She's got this big fear somebody is going to kidnap
        her or somebody she knows", Mary told him.  "I think she
        watches too much TV."

        "Yeah, probably", the man laughed.  "Well, I have to
        go, things are busy around here.  I'll tell Ruth you
        called."

        "Okay, thanks, bye."  Mary hung up.  She was satisfied
        with what she'd heard.  She found Bonnie staring at her.

        "Why'd you tell him that?", she asked.  "He might
        kidnap me!"

        "Oh honey!"  Mary knelt down in front of her sister. "I
        wish you wouldn't worry about that.  Nobody kidnapped mommy
        and nobody's going to kidnap you.  I won't let them." She
        gave her sister a quick hug.  "Now finish eating.  I have to
        finish eating and you have to get to school.  Got your key?"

        Bonnie nodded.  "Yeah.  Won't you be home?"

        "You know I have to work until four, honey.  You'll be
        okay, Judy will probably be home.  Now come on, finish up or
        you'll miss the bus."

        Bonnie sighed and went back to eating.  She didn't know
        why, but she felt awfully scared, all of a sudden.

                                  xxx
        Ruth stayed in the bath a half hour, then douched
        herself.  She hadn't used one in years and with her cunt
        being all sore like it was, the vinegar burned, but at least
        afterward she felt a little cleaner.  She brushed out her
        hair and stepped into the main room, where she saw clothes
        had been laid out for her: a pair of white cotton panties, a
        short denim skirt, a pink short sleeve blouse and white
        flats.  Before she could even think to put anything on, Bill
        and Dave approached her.  The younger man stepped behind her
        and pinned her hands back, clamping a hand over her mouth,
        while Bill knelt in front of her and grabbed her hips,
        thrusting his tongue into her pussy.  Ruth whimpered and
        squirmed, and despite the fact her mind hated what Bill was
        doing, her body rebelled and responded.

        "Mmm...you taste like a salad", he chuckled, standing
        up.  "Let her get dressed, Dave."

        "Hey, Ruth, you're daughter called", Jim told her. "She
        said Bonnie's just mighty fine today.  And get this, she's
        afraid you got kidnapped!"
        Ruth wanted to cry.  She forced herself not to, though.

        Ruth dressed quickly, shaking from the attentions she'd
        just be given, and always close to tears.  Bill led her over
        to a table in the small kitchen and sat her down.

        "Brought you some breakfast", he said, pulling a flat
        stryrfoam tray out of the oven and a styrofoam cup out of
        the fridge.  Coffee and eggs.  Before she could pick up the
        plastic fork that came with it to eat, Bill slapped her hand
        away.

        "Not yet."  Unzipping his pants, he pulled his rock
        hard cock out.

        Ruth shied away, but he didn't try to stick it in her
        face.  Instead he began to jerk on it, holding it over her
        food.  She watched in horror as he came all over the eggs,
        then dipped his cock into her coffee and grinned at her.

        "Now you eat it all up, or today you're going to learn
        a new meaning to pain", he told her, grinning from ear to
        ear.  "Go on."

        Starting to cry again, Ruth picked up the fork and
        stuck them into the eggs, spearing a chunk with a huge glob
        of cum on it.  Then she slowly raised it to her mouth, and
        looking sick, took it in and swallowed it.

                                  xxx

        Ruth sat at the table and quietly ate the eggs Bill had
        brought for her.  With each swallow she made a face, tasting
        the cum Bill had liberally dumped all over them.  But she
        said nothing and kept her eyes down.

        Everytime one of them came near, she stopped moving and
        began to shake.  At one point she threw down her fork and
        pressed her hand to her mouth, running for the bathroom.
        They could hear her wretching inside.  Jim went in to check
        on her.

        "You know, I always wonder what's with him", Jasper
        pondered.  "He's like a nursemaid or somethin'.   Always
        taking care of 'em."

        Bill just shrugged.  "Beats me.  All I know is, I'm
        glad I don't have to clean up after them."

                                  xxx
        Jim stood behind Ruth and watched her heave.  When she
        was through, he pulled her to her feet and guided her to the
        sink, helped to clean her up.  He gave her some mouthwash to
        use, then turned her around, pulling her against him and
        holding her tight, her head against his shoulder.

        Ruth shook in his arms, sobbed against his shoulder.
        She was such a nice person, and he loved raping her, hurting
        her, but he wanted to be nice to her, too.  It was an odd
        little quirk in his personality that after he'd gotten
        off--and until he was ready again--he liked to be kind to
        them.  It usually turned him on even more.

        Once Ruth had calmed a bit, Jim grabbed a tissue from
        the box on the sink and handed it to her.  Ruth blew her
        nose and thanked him, then, as if realizing for the first
        time what she was doing, pushed him away and huddled against
        the wall, clutching her arms.

        "Please don't touch me", she whimpered.

        Jim stepped up to her.  "Why not?  I'm just trying to
        be nice."

        "I don't like men touching me", Ruth blurted out.  She
        was starting to cry again.  "Don't touch me."

        "You don't like men touching you, huh?  Any man?"

        Ruth nodded.  Jim grinned.  He liked the sound of this.

        "So you don't like men, huh?  You like to fuck women
        then?"

        Ruth shook her head.  "No.  I don't like...sex."

        SO that was it, Jim realized.  It wasn't just them--it
        was sex itself.  He actually understood.  He'd grown up with
        five sisters himself; two had gone on to become nuns.  Sex
        was so repugnant to them they'd rather die than do it.
        Obviously Ruth didn't want to die, but she wasn't going to
        give in to their attentions, either.

        "I don't understand, Ruth", he lied.  "I want you to
        tell me why you hate sex.  I want the whole story, the whole
        truth.  Maybe if I like your story, I can talk to Bill and
        maybe we'll let you go."

        Ruth looked up at him hopefully.  "You're lying."

        "Watch it, Ruth.  I really like you but don't ever
        accuse me of lying.  Now tell me everything.  Or maybe you'd
        rather drop to your knees and blow me again?"

        Ruth shrank back against the wall.  "No.  I'll tell,
        please, just don't make me do...that."

        "Alright then.  Spill it."

                                  xxx
        Ruth knew it was a desperate gamble, but if it saved
        her having to do something she hated, she'd tell.  She
        spilled out her entire story, about her promiscuous period,
        how she'd take on any man she could.  How she was so
        desperate for attention after her husband died, she'd
        neglected all else but her need for sex.

        "So why'd you stop then?  Why do you hate it so much?"

        Ruth told him about a man she'd met, a man she thought
        loved her.  After she met him, he was the only one she had
        sex with--but in the end, she found out he was lying to her.
        That all he wanted her for was sex.  She'd been so shocked
        and digusted by what he'd done, she turned against sex
        forever.

        "Pathetic story", Jim told her.  "Now get down and blow
        me."

        Ruth gaped at him in horror.  "But you said--"

        "I know what I said, lady, and I lied.  Now get down
        and blow me or I'll make you, and THEN I'll go get pretty
        little Bonnie and you can watch her do me!"

        Ruth quickly got down on her knees and took his cock in
        her mouth, trying hard not to think about what she was
        doing.  She was so scared she even attempted to deep throat
        him and succeeded.  For the next ten minutes she sucked him
        off, swallowing as fast as she could when he came.

        By the time she finished, Bill and the other men were
        standing around, demanding the same attention.  Whimpering,
        Ruth sucked each of them off in turn, though her jaw ached
        fiercely by the time she finished.

        Bill stood her up again, taking her into the kitchen,
        where he sat her in a chair and tied her hands behind her,
        then tied her ankles.  "You know, Ruth, I've been thinking",
        he told her, smoothing her gag, which he still held between
        his hands.  "How much of a fight you'd put up if we had
        Bonnie."

        "No, please, not Bonnie!", Ruth pleaded.

        "Yes, Bonnie.  ANd the other two, too.  What are their
        names?"

        "Mary and Judy", Ruth said quietly.  "Please, don't
        hurt them."

        "Well now Ruth, I've got news for you.  I want them,
        all of them.  I'm going to do to them what I did to you."
        Ruth began to sob.  Bill continued on.  "Now you listen to
        me, Ruth.  I won't kill them as long as you keep me happy.
        I'll just...play with them."  He grabbed her chin and forced
        her to face him.  "You hear me?  You can't stop me.  But
        I won't kill them when I'm done--IF you cooperate.  Consider
        that lucky, bitch, because I don't usually do that."  He
        lowered his face to Ruth's.  "It's all up to you.  Either
        I rape them and let them go, or I kill them.  Which do you
        want?"

        "Please don't kill them!", Ruth pleaded.

        "That's what I wanted to hear."  He jammed the gag in
        her mouth and tied it off behind her head.  "We're done with
        you here.  It's time we started putting you to some real
        use."  He knelt down then and untied her ankles, and Jim
        pulled her to her feet.  He threw her down onto the bed and
        grinned.

        "It's time for your first real gang rape, Ruth.  What
        you got last night was nothing."

        Ruth squirmed helplessly as Bill tore her blouse open
        and opened her bra, then quickly pushed her skirt up and
        tore her panties away.  Spreading her legs, he thrust into
        her.

        Dave climbed up and straddled her face, removing her
        gag and plunging his cock into her mouth.  Jasper and Jim
        pawed and sucked at her nipples.  She could control nothing;
        her body squirmed as Bill pounded her, while Dave's cock
        rammed repeatedly into her throat, choking her.  She
        couldn't even sob anymore, though her cunt burned with each
        stroke of Jim's cock and her already sore nipples ached
        under the pinching and licking they were receiving.

        Long, dazed hours seemed to pass, her mouth and cunt
        flooding with cum as the men rotated positions.  They
        laughed and called her a slut and a whore, telling her how
        much fun they were having.  When it was finally over, she
        was so exhausted she passed right out.

        When she came to again later, Bill untied her and told
        her to go take another bath.  When she came back out, he
        made her dress--a short sleeve pink blouse, white denim
        skirt, her white sneakers.  Suntan hose and panties and a
        bra.  He bound and gagged her again.  Then she was taken out
        to the car.

        "That's it for you here, Ruth", he told her.  "Now
        you're gonna be a star."

                           <END CHAPTER 4>

                     CHAPTER 5: Ruth's First Film

        The trip from the motel to the warehouse was
        uneventful.  Outside of Ruth's crying and the occasional
        squeal she emitted when Bill grabbed her tit, nothing out
        of the ordinary happened.

        When they arrived, Bill led the woman in, taking her to
        a small room off to the side he and the others used as a rec
        room.  Turning the woman to face him, he pulled her gag down
        and sealed his mouth over hers in a long, deep French kiss.

        Ruth didn't kiss back, and in fact, tried to squirm
        away from him.  The whole effect excited him.  He let go of
        her and pushed her back up against the pool table dominating
        the center of the room, while unbuckling his pants.

        "While your mouth is free, might as well put it to
        use", he told her.

        "No, please no!", Ruth begged, backing against the pool
        table so hard she almost toppled over.  Frightened, she
        turned and went at it forward, which gave Bill a whole new
        idea of what he wanted to do.

        Grabbing the back of the woman's neck, he shoved her
        forward so she was bent over the pool table.  His other hand
        flipped up her skirt and yanked her panties down, then he
        guided his cock between her slightly spread legs and
        inserted it into her nearly dry pussy.

        "Yeah, that's the ticket", he moaned, wedging his cock
        up into her dry cunt and starting a hard, pounding rhythm.
        It was difficult fucking her dry, but it also hurt her,
        which he loved the idea of.  Besides, soon enough she'd get
        wet.

        "Please stop it hurts!", Ruth wailed.

        "Oh shut up!  You like it, Ruth!  All you bitches like
        it!  Say you like rape!"

        "No!", Ruth yowled.  She was getting wet now.  Her mind
        might have hated it, but her body sure loved it.  He pounded
        her hard until cum flooded her cunt, then pulled out and
        turned her around, shoving her to her knees.  He shoved his
        cock into her open mouth and ordered her to clean him off.
        When that was done he stood her up and yanked her panties
        back into place, then replaced her gag and shoved her into a
        nearby chair, where he tied her ankles.  Instead of sitting
        quietly Ruth struggled, which turned him on even more.  He
        had to hurry out of the room before he did her again and
        exhausted himself.

        On the way out he ran into Jim, who was walking past
        with a bag containing the woman's clothes, the ones she'd
        worn the past few days.  Odd as it sounded, Bill and his
        cronies often performed "domestic" duties in pursuit of
        their goal--things like washing a victims clothes, for
        instance.  It was one of the more mundane quirks of making
        films, which he had yet to do with Ruth.

        Returning to his office, he sorted through the other
        mundane tasks he had to handle.  Orders, mostly, either for
        films or props.  When he'd first gotten into the business,
        he'd had grand views of kidnapping, raping, enjoying
        himself.  But even for a crime, it was still business.  And
        like a business, you had to do paperwork.

        Before he knew it, two hours had passed.  He was
        sitting at the computer, reading his latest e-mail.  He had
        his own Internet site, so well hidden and encrypted only a
        chosen few could find or even access it.  Anybody who did
        and didn't know the proper authorization only got so far,
        and all they'd find were a bunch of harmless GIFs of desert
        and forest landscapes.

        Dave came into the office, holding a camera.  "Got some
        nice shots of the one daughter", he said.  "Judy, I think.
        Would you believe she's some kind of model?  Man, she'd be
        worth a fortune easy."

        "Easily", Bill agreed.  "Did you find out anything else
        useful?"

        Dave quickly filled him in.  He found out where Mary
        worked, at least, and that Bonnie went to day camp five days
        a week; she got home around two in the afternoon.  Judy was
        always on the go.

        Bill decided he need more info fast.  He returned to
        the rec room, where Ruth sat in the chair, still struggling.
         She gave him a look of deep fear and some small amount of
        defiance.  That was good to see.

        Bill pulled her gag down.  "Are you going to rape me
        again?", Ruth asked, her voice shaking.

        "Yeah", Bill told her.

        The woman cringed.  "But not right now.  I want to know
        some stuff, and you're going to tell me."

        "No", Ruth said quietly, defiant again.  "You'll just
        rape me anyway."

        "I'll do worse", Bill told her.  "Ever been tortured,
        Ruth?"

        That got her.  "All right, what do you want to know?"

        Bill started right in.  He got her to tell him all
        about her daughters, what they liked to do, where they liked
        to go.  Best places to find them.  What scared them.
        Medical problems.  Were they virgins--Bonnie and Judy were,
        as far as she knew.

        When he was through, he forced her to blow him again.
        She did it submissively--too submissively.  He wanted her
        more defiant.  As soon as his cock slid free of her mouth,
        he grabbed her by the throat and yanked her to her feet.

        "You...had better start fighting more, bitch, or so
        help me you're going to learn a whole new meaning to pain!",
        he threatened.  "No, wait.  Maybe I've got a better idea."

        "W-What?", Ruth croaked.

        "Your daughter.  Little Bonnie.  How do you think you'd
        like to see her...branded, maybe?  Bet it would hurt.  Yeah,
        that's it.  How'd you like that?"

        "No..."

        "Then you better fight more, lady.  I like them that
        way, you know that.  The minute you stop fighting, Bonnie
        gets it."

        He shoved her back into the chair and gagged her.
        "Just remember, because I'm coming back real soon."

                                  xxx
        In the time after Bill left, Ruth ceased her struggles.
         Even if she could get free, where would she go?  It
        wouldn't matter.  In more than one sense, she belonged to
        them.

        She didn't know how much longer she could endure this.
        She hated her body for responding to the rape.  The way it
        made her feel, her body was full of sensations her mind
        refused to acknowledge.

        And now Bonnie, and Judy, and Mary would all be
        subjected to it.  What would it be like for them?  She
        shuddered to think about it.

        At least she wasn't dead, yet.  But how much longer
        before that?

                                  xxx
        By that evening, Bill and his cronies had raped Ruth
        four more times.  She'd resisted with everything she'd had,
        to no avail, of course.  By the time it was over she was too
        exhausted to fight or even care.

        She was fed, then allowed to bathe and sleep.  Her
        sleep was filled with nightmares, and by the time she awoke
        the next morning she felt awful.

        At least when she slept, she was not restrained.  The
        door had a lock on it, and the room was windowless; there
        was a bathroom, but that was all.  She also slept in the
        nude, as that was all Bill would allow.

        About an hour after she woke up, Jim came in.  "Get
        dressed", he told her.  She got off the bed without arguing,
        went to the armoire in the corner that held most of her
        clothes.  A cheap dresser next to it held the rest.

        She wondered if they'd feed her breakfast or
        anything--not that she was hungry.  But at least at the
        motel, they'd fed her.

        She pulled on a pair of white panties, but she didn't
        have any bras to put on.  Bill had taken them all.  A pink
        short sleeve blouse was next, followed by a pair of white
        denim shorts, and her sneakers.  She brushed out her hair
        and put her glasses on.  Then Jim stalked over and grabbed
        her, tying her hands behind her, then gagging her.  She did
        her best to resist, of course, but it was token.

        Jim took her by the arm then and led her down the hall
        to a room at the end.  Ruth struggled the entire way, not
        wanting to give in at all, either to please Jim or anything
        else.  He pushed her into the room, which was full of camera
        equipment and lights, and only sported a bed, some chairs,
        and a table.  The table was like a card table, complete with
        little bins for chips and a stack of cards in the middle.

        There were several other men in the room besides Bill
        and his two buddies.  They looked Ruth over appreciatively
        and almost eagerly.

        "Okay, let's get started", Bill announced, pulling on a nasty
        looking leather hood.  The others did the same.  Jim pushed
        Ruth onto the bed, where she lay, struggling.

        "Okay, roll 'em!",  one of the other men shouted.

        Bill and the others moved to surround Ruth.  "She's
        nice", he said.  "A real fighter.  Let's give it to her
        good."

        Ruth squirmed in terror as the men stripped.  It was
        hard to tell who was who, except for Jasper.  Hands grasped
        at her shorts, pulling them down, then her panties.  Her
        blouse was ripped open, exposing her breasts.  A man she
        thought might be Bill got up and straddled her, slamming
        hard into her dry cunt and fucking her for all she was
        worth.

        Ruth was sobbing now, hard.  Her cunt burned with each
        stroke of Bill's cock.  Her nipples were getting a workover,
        being sucked and pinched at the same time.  Hands roamed
        over her bare legs and lips pressed against her throat.

        Someone straddled her, Jasper she saw, planting his
        cock between her tits and using her breasts to jerk himself
        off.  He kept this up for some time, then yanked her gag
        free and jammed his cock into her mouth before she could
        even scream, shooting his thick load down her throat and
        choking her in the process.

        Then the cock was gone and the gag was back, and the
        cock in her cunt was a new one, pumping hard, burning,
        stroking.  She was in total hysterics now, unable to keep
        track of anyone or anything that was going on.  Everytime
        the gag came out of her mouth it was replaced by lips or a
        cock, the latter of which was often forced down her throat.

        Then she felt something else push into her cunt,
        something that was NOT a cock.  She looked down and saw one
        of the men forcing his hand up into her.  She could feel it
        deep inside, hurting worse than any cock had so far.  He
        pushed it so far up she could feel him in her womb.  Then he
        withdrew, and another man took his place, fisting her until
        they had all taken a turn.

        And then, mercifully, it stopped.  Ruth lay exhausted,
        sobbing and only squirming slightly after her gang rape.
        Her entire body felt sore and abused. She hoped it was over.

        But it wasn't, not yet.  To her horror, Bill left the
        room and returned, holding a gun in his hand, a long, black
        pistol with a barrel so huge she knew it would kill her in
        one shot.

        "You were good, Ruth, but not good enough", he told
        her, taking aim.  Ruth thrashed helplessly, but couldn't get
        away.  Bill pointed the gun at her chest, keeping time with
        her movements, and squeezed the trigger.

        There was a loud POP! and something hit her between the
        tits.  She saw red blossoming there, and then the world went
        dark...

                            <END CHAPTER 5>

                               CHAPTER 6

        Bill arose early, stretched, yawned, and idly played
        with his morning woody.  He'd been sleeping pretty good the
        past few days, better than he had in a long time.

        He dressed and shaved, brushed his teeth, and had his
        morning coffee, his daily ritual.  Dave joined him, saying
        nothing.  Nobody ever talked this early.

        Jasper was at the stove, cooking.  One of his favorite
        hobbies was cooking, and he usually cooked for all of them.
        If he hadn't gotten into this line of work, Bill figured,
        he'd probably have made it as a chef.

        He tossed some eggs and bacon on a plate, along with a
        glass of orange juice, then shoveled out some more onto
        other plates which he sent before Bill and Dave.  Bill
        pushed his away--he didn't feel much like breakfast.  "Sorry
        Jasper, just coffee today.  That dinner you fixed last night
        is still sitting down here."  He patted his gut.

        Jasper just shrugged.  Bill drained the last of his
        coffee and picked up the other plate of eggs and bacon and
        the glass of orange juice.  Time to feed the prisoner.

        He hummed a merry little tune as he made his way down
        the hall to the "cell".  Whipping out his cock, he jerked
        off on the food, a daily ritual anymore.  Then he pushed the
        door open.

        She was up already, and dressed.  Short denim shorts, a
        red-and-white checkered short sleeve blouse, white sneakers.
         She gave him a defiant look that failed to hide the fear in
        her face.

        "Say good morning, Ruth", he ordered.

        "Good morning", the woman answered.

        Despite nearly three weeks of repeated rape, both on
        and off film, Ruth still never failed to turn him on.  And
        despite the fact that she still resisted, she was going
        along more easily with his designs.

        Ruth "died" in nearly every film they made.  That first
        time, it had been perfect--she'd fainted just as the "blood"
        ball had hit her.  No wonder she thought it was real; the
        gun was real, a .22 made up to look much large, firing
        harmless paint balls.  Of course, it could take out and eye
        or something, but Bill was careful.  He had a lower
        powered one that fired on compressed air to "shoot" his
        victims elsewhere.  This particular one he called "the cunt
        gun" because he often shot his victims in the cunt with it.
        The impact of the blood ball would sting, and if filled with
        vinegar or alchohol, was usually sufficient to make them
        squirm and act as if they're really been shot there!

        Ruth had had both used on her, and by now knew well
        enough to play dead when hit.  She'd turned out, in fact, to
        be one of his best actresses so far.

        He set the plate down and she dug in, despite his cum
        all over the food.  While she ate he watched her, noticing
        how her hands trembled.

        "We're going out today, Ruth", he told her.  "Shopping.
         You, me and Jimbo.  You'll be on your best behavior.  Don't
        try to escape or cause trouble, because while we're gone,
        Jasper is going to keep an eye on your daughters.  Give us
        trouble, and they're dead."

        Ruth nodded.  "I'll be good."

        "You bet you will.  If we run into anybody you know,
        Jim and I are old friends of your husband's.  Understood?"

        Ruth nodded.  "Good.  Finish eating and wait outside
        the door.  I'll be back."

                                  ***
        Ruth proved to be no trouble.  Bill had given her her
        purse back, which he'd taken from the house the same day
        they'd kidnapped her.  Driving to a nearby mall, he ordered
        Ruth to smile and act as if nothing were wrong.  It wasn't
        easy, but she managed.

        Ruth was scared to death.  This was the perfect
        opportunity to escape, but she didn't dare take it, not with
        her daughters' lives at stake.  Bill was always nearby, even
        holding her hand, talking to her as if he were her boyfriend
        or something.  She had no choice but to go along.

        At least it was apparent Bill planned to keep her alive
        a while longer, since he wanted her to buy more clothes.
        First to a lingerie store, where she picked out a variety of
        lacy or see through panties to go along with her regular
        cotton ones.  A few bras were added to the mix as well.

        Next came skirts and shorts, then shoes and blouses.
        More than once Jim had to go out to the car to put her
        packages away.  Anything that caught Bill's eye, she bought.
         He allowed her a few choices, but largely made all the
        decisions for her.

        It took most of the day, and when it was finally over,
        Ruth felt exhausted--half from shopping, half from
        apprehension.  She climbed into the back seat of the car
        alone and sat quietly as they drove off.

        Only they didn't go straight home.  It didn't take Ruth
        long to figure out where they were heading.  Her house.

        She didn't want to ask why.  She was afraid to.

        Just as they approached her driveway, she saw a van stopped
        there.  Her daughter Bonnie, dressed for camp in her red
        shorts and white top and white sneakers, got off, waving to
        somebody in the van.  Suddenly, she realized why they'd come
        here.  They were going to kidnap Bonnie in front of her.

        "Not today", Bill said, starting the car in motion
        again.  Ruth watched out the window as her daughter walked
        toward the house, so near and yet so far away.

        Yet Ruth knew it was just a matter of time until they
        did take her.

                                <END CHAPTER 6>

                       CHAPTER 7: Little Bonnie


        It had been over a month now since Bonnie's mother had
        gone on her trip--and there had been no word from her.
        Still, Bonnie trusted to her older sister when she said
        mommy was just fine.

        Every afternoon at two, Bonnie came home from day camp.
         It wasn't really a camp so much as it was a place where she
        learned things like arts and craft and music.  Not much
        activity.  And every afternoon she left the noisy camp to
        come home to a quiet, empty house.

        Today was no different.  She got off the bus and
        started up the driveway to her house.  She was, of course,
        dressed for camp--a white short sleeve blouse, very short,
        very tight fitting red shorts, white tennis sneakers.  She
        had her hair pulled back in a pony tail at the nape of her
        neck.  Her blouse was tied in a bow above her midriff.

        About halfway up the driveway, she changed her mind
        about going home and decided to walk the half mile to her
        friend Courtney's house.  Courtney didn't go to day camp, so
        Bonnie knew she'd be home.

        As it turned out, Courtney WASN'T home; she'd gone
        shopping with her mom, her brother said, so Bonnie
        dejectedly turned to head for home.  She hadn't gotten more
        than a quarter of the way when a black sedan suddenly came
        flying up the road and screeched to a halt next to her.  SHe
        didn't even have time to react as the back door opened and a
        tall, dark haired man wearing glasses jumped out and grabbed
        her around the waist, clamping a hand over her mouth at the
        same time.  He shoved her into the back seat, keeping one
        hand over her mouth while he shut the door.

        Bonnie was still too stunned to struggle.  Before she
        knew it, her hands were being tied behind her and the hand
        over her mouth was replaced with a kerchief pulled between
        her jaws and tied under her pony tail.

        Suddenly she was flipped into a sitting position,
        planted firmly between her abductor and a large black man.
        There were two more men in the front seat.  Bonnie looked at
        them all and burst into tears.

        "Yeah, you cry little girl", her abductor told her.
        "Your really gonna cry later when we do you."

        Bonnie sobbed helplessly.  She'd always been afraid of
        this, but she never thought it would actually happen to HER.
         She struggled feebly, but there was no getting away from
        it.  She'd been kidnapped.

        For the next half hour the four men terrorized her,
        feeling her bare legs and stomach, telling her she'd never
        see home or mommy again--and calling her by name, which
        scared her even more.  Eventually they pulled into a motel,
        where she was taken from the car into one of the cottages.
        Her abductor tied her ankles and tossed her backwards onto a
        bed, warning her to lay still.

        Nine year old Bonnie did as she was told.

                                  xxx
        Dave readied the camera equipment while a scared and
        sobbing Bonnie lay on the bed, watching them with wide eyes.

        With the equipment ready, Dave took the camera while
        the others stripped.  Bill stepped in front of the camera
        and stated Bonnie's name and age, then turned to the
        terrified preteen.

        "Nobody knows you're here but us, Bonnie", Bill told
        her.  "Now we're gonna fuck your hot bare little pussy and
        it's gonna hurt, so you scream and cry all you want!"

        Pulling the child into a sitting position on the edge
        of the bed, facing the camera at an angle, Bill pulled her
        gag out.  The child stared up at him, crying, her teeth
        chattering.  "Open your mouth Bonnie."

        Bonnie opened her mouth.  Bill promptly shoved his cock
        in.  "Now suck on it, Bonnie.  Pretend it's a big popsicle.
        Suck on it or I'll hurt you."

        Bonnie looked so adorable, her mouth stuffed full of
        Bill's cock.  Her frightened whimpers and heavy breathing
        were music to his ears.  He watched her little thighs quiver
        as she sat perfectly still and tried to suck his cock like
        he'd told her to.

        "Man, this is great!", Dave shouted from behind the
        camera.

        "I think she's starting to get it", Bill moaned.
        Bonnie's little lips were working frantically at his cock,
        but her head never moved.  Bill decided to let her finish
        blowing him.  He wanted her to learn how to do it, so later
        she could show Mommy in person.  Besides, he was considering
        other plans for her besides ending up in a snuff film.

        Fortunately for Bonnie, Bill was super horny and came
        quick.  He held the child's head while she choked down his
        load.  There was too much, as always, and a lot of it leaked
        out, running down her chin and the sides of her mouth.  He
        made her suck his cock clean, then wiped up the excess cum
        and made her lick it off his fingers when he pulled his cock
        out of her mouth.

        Jim stepped up next, wasting no time.  Grabbing the
        sides of the child's head, he tipped her head back and
        plunged his cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat.
         BOnnie choked right away, gagging and squirming.  Her
        throat bulged as Jim's cock went nearly all the way down.

        Tears were streaming down her face, which had turned a
        bright red.  Her whimpers had turned to strangled sobs.
        "Learn to breathe, baby", Jim told her, stroking her bangs
        back from her face.  "Go on, learn!  You're gonna do this a
        lot."

        Somehow, Bonnie managed a dragging breath, then
        another.  After she got several in and her face had begun to
        lighten a little, Jim began to pound her throat in long,
        slow strokes.  The child kept gagging, right up to the point
        when he came in her.

        Bonnie let out a hoarse scream of terror when Jim
        withdrew.  Her face was bright red again, stained with tears
        and sweat.  "Shut up!", Jim screamed, and raised his hand as
        if to strike her.  Bonnie flinched, her screams returning to
        whimpers, then a fresh scream when Jasper stepped up.

        Bonnie was no match for him, as he tilted her head back
        and plunged his cock slowly down her throat.  Unlike Jim,
        though, he waited, moving more slowly, until she started to
        get the hang of it--not an easy thing for anyone, especially
        a child.  But Jasper liked his deep throats nice and he was
        patient.

        By the time he was done, Bill was ready to go again.
        Bonnie seemed to have picked it up now, even though it was
        VERY clear she hated doing it.  Bill grabbed her head and
        plunged his cock into her throat, reveling in the warm, wet
        tightness of it.  Bonnie gagged, but only once, and by the
        time they got around to Jasper again, she was able to do it
        without gagging more than once.

        After each of them--except Dave, who much preferred
        older girls to young children--had pounded her throat, Bill
        gagged the child and pushed her back onto the bed.  Dave
        swung the camera to take in the view of her lying there,
        crying, fully clothed and fully bound and gagged.  Then he
        shut the camera off and they all sat back to have a
        cigarette.

        "She's got a sweet mouth", Bill remarked.  "Nice
        throat.  I think we can do more with her than just films."

        "Sounds good to me", Jim sighed, taking a long drag off
        his cigarette.  "I wanna try her pussy.  I bet it's even
        hotter than her mouth."

        "Yeah, tighter too", Jasper laughed.

        "We'll feel her up for the camera first", Bill told
        them.  "With her clothes on.  Kiss her a little bit.  Then
        we'll do her."  He took another drag off his cigarette.
        "Man, she deserves what she's getting.  She's hot."

        Cushing out their cigarettes, the men set back to work.
        Bill ran his hands over Bonnie's bare legs, caressing her
        smooth skin.  The child trembled and squirmed at his touch.
        He moved his hand up and rubbed her crotch lightly, which
        made her squirm even more, exciting him.

        Jim pulled out her gag and sealed his mouth over hers,
        kissing her deeply.  His free hand slipped down the neck of
        her blouse, rubbing and caressing her nipples.  Jasper moved
        in and ran his cock over her bare legs, which elicited new
        whimpers from her.

        "Yeah, she likes it", Jasper chuckled.

        Jim lifted his mouth from Bonnie's.  "You like this
        Bonnie?"

        "No no no stop!", Bonnie pleaded.

        "How old are you Bonnie?", he asked.

        "I'm nine years old!  Stop!  Leave me alone!"

        "Nine years old?  Oh, you deserve this then.  I want
        you to say 'I deserve this.'"

        "No!  Leave me alone!  I want to go home!", Bonnie
        screamed.

        Jim put her gag back, leaving her whimper.  "Let's do
        her.  She's really got me turned on now."

        Bill took his hands off the child.  He had to agree,
        she really had him turned on too!  He paused long enough to
        untie her ankles, then moved up to straddle her.

        Jim and Jasper knelt on either side of the girl,
        holding her down while Bill pulled her shorts, then white
        cotton panties, off, leaving her bald little pussy exposed
        to the camera.  Bonnie thrashed and struggled helplessly as
        Bill straddled her, keeping her legs apart while running his
        hand over her hairless mound.  The child shuddered at his
        touch, a pleasing sight to see.

        "Let's have a taste of this fresh virgin cunt", he
        teased, pressing his mouth firmly against the girl's cunt
        lips.  Bonnie's back arched as he thrust his tongue into her
        little cunt and licked around, making her scream and cry
        even more.  It was too much.  He had to fuck her now!

        He straddled her again, taking his cock in hand.  Bill
        ran the head of his cock up and down Bonnie's slit while the
        little girl squirmed under him.  She had such a nice little
        pussy, so fresh and clean and pink.  So tiny. This was going
        to hurt her a lot, and he loved that...

        Guiding the head of his cock into her opening, he
        worked it in a bit, then pushed with his hips, using all his
        might.

        Bonnie's back arched first, so high Bill could have
        almost kissed her belly.  Then she collapsed, screaming so
        loud that even the gag hardly muffled it.  Bill had torn her
        hymen on the first try and began pumping her, hard,
        determined to keep her screaming.

        He pulled out of her just after he came, pleased to see
        only a little blood on his cock.  Jim moved in next, fucking
        Bonnie like a pile driver.  Bonnie thrashed wildly under
        him, but it did her no good.  By the time Jasper got to her,
        she couldn't even struggle anymore.

        Bonnie's abdomen bulged slightly when Jasper got into
        her.  His cock was so huge, he was fucking her tiny womb.
        The girl screamed hysterically as her already abused cunt
        was stretched to new limits thanks to the thickness of
        Jasper's cock.
        Jasper finally came after ten minutes of hard pumping
        and withdrew.  Bonnie rolled onto her side, doubling up.
        Jasper forced her apart and shook his head.  "No damage."
        Bonnie doubled up immediately.

        Bill stood up and glanced at his watch.  "Oh, shit,
        look at the time!  I've gotta go head her sister off.  You
        guys finish up here.  I'll be back."  Hurriedly he dressed
        and grabbed the car keys, slamming the door behind him as he
        left.

        Jasper pulled out the girl's gag.  "You hurt inside,
        Bonnie?"

        "YES!"

        Jasper pressed his lips close to Bonnie's ear.  "You're
        such a sweet little girl, Bonnie.  Did you like what we did
        to you?"

        "I want my mommy", Bonnie sobbed.

        Jasper grinned.  He loved this.  Very seriously he
        said, "You're mommy's dead, Bonnie.  We killed her."

        "NOOOOOO!", Bonnie cried, and burst into tears.  "I
        want my MOMMY!"

        "He told you, kid, your mommy's dead", Dave told her.
        "You were a bad girl so we killed her."

        "No!  No!  I want my mommy!", Bonnie screamed.  The
        child began to thrash frantically on the bed, her hands
        twisting at the ropes, screaming for her mother.  She was
        hysterical.

        Out of fear she'd somehow hurt herself, Jim stepped in,
        pushing Jasper and Dave aside.  "Bonnie, listen to me!", he
        snapped.  "You're mommy isn't dead.  Jasper just said that
        to scare you for being bad.  Do you hear me Bonnie?  You're
        mommy is okay.  You'll get to see her soon."

        Bonnie began to calm.  Jim softly stroked her hair.
        "You've been a bad girl, Bonnie.  We didn't kill your mommy,
        she's okay.  But she told us you were a bad girl.  She told
        us to punish you, so we did.  We're going to hurt you some
        more, Bonnie, because you're still bad."

        Bonnie began to cry harder.  "I'm sorry, I won't be bad
        anymore..."

        "It's too late Bonnie.  You've already been very bad.
        We're going to have to hurt you and punish you a lot.  Do
        you want that Bonnie?"

        Bonnie shook her head.  "I want my mommy..."

        "Oh, that's bad, Bonnie.  You shouldn't ask for your
        mommy because that makes us mad.  But you know what Bonnie?
        If you don't ask for your mommy you'll make her mad.  We're
        going to punish you worse then.  Now roll over Bonnie, it's
        time to hurt you again."

        Bonnie started screaming, resisting Jim as he rolled
        her over onto her back and climbed onto her.  Her screams
        were so loud he had to gag her again just to cut the decibel
        level down.

        Jim buried his cock in the child again and again, her
        virginal tightness wrapping around his cock like a fist.  He
        pounded the child hard, wanting it to look good on film.

        By the time he came, Bonnie's screams had become
        hiccuping sobs.  She was exhausted, unable to go on anymore.
         "I think that's enough", he muttered, pulling out of her.
        Bonnie rolled onto her side and curled up, hiccuping and
        sobbing.

        "Yeah, that's enough", Dave said, sounding
        uncharacteristically concerned for somebody who'd just
        gotten done watching and getting excited by the whole sight.
         "Let her rest."

        Jim gave him a querious look but said nothing.  Dave
        came over and sat by the girl, stroking her hair.  "Just let
        her rest, and let's hope Bill heads her sister off in time.

                                  xxx
        Mary left work a bit later than planned that day,
        having had to handle a minor dispute between two of her
        co-workers.  SHe was in line for a promotion and was doing
        everything she could to get it, including sleeping with the
        higher-ups.

        As usual, Mary parked at the far end of the lot,
        leaving her car unlocked--just in case.  As she was climbing
        in, a tall, broad, dark haired man pulled open the passenger
        door and pointed a gun at her, telling her to sit quiet and
        shut the door.

        "Now you listen, and listen up good", the man said.
        "We've got your mother and your sister Bonnie.  You will
        NOT, I repeat, NOT tell anyone else.  Not your little
        sister, not the cops, nobody.  You'll say Bonnie is staying
        with friends or something.  If I even get wind that you've
        told somebody else, she's dead, understand?"

        Mary nodded mutely, too stunned to say anything.
        "Good.  Now tonight, I'm coming to your house.  Make sure
        your little sister doesn't see me, or anyone else.  Have a
        suitcase packed with the sexiest clothes Bonnie has.  You
        know what I mean.  And throw in some stuffed animals and
        toys, too.  And panties.  You got that?"

        Mary nodded again.  "Yes."

        "Good.  I'm going to leave now.  Remember, you tell
        anybody about any of this, I'll kill Bonnie and your mother.
         I don't think you want that."  He patted her cheek and
        climbed out.

        Mary watched him get into the car next to hers and
        drive away.  Once he was out of sight, she burst into tears.

                                  xxx

        That night, however, she had Bonnie's clothes packed
        and ready.  Judy was staying overnight at a friends,
        believing Bonnie had gone on a trip with her day camp.  Mary
        hoped she didn't learn the truth.

        The man came, as promised.  He said little to her,
        except to repeat his threat.  Then he left, repeating the
        threat.

        Mary just wished she knew how far this would go.


                            <END CHAPTER 7>

                      CHAPTER 8: Bonnie's Torment

        Bonnie was sleeping quietly when Bill got back.  He'd
        returned earlier and saw to it she got cleaned up--which
        Dave took care of, very out of character for him. The child
        was so out of it they'd left her naked and untied and just
        put her to bed, where she'd drifted into a deep sleep.

        Now that he was back the second time, he saw she was
        still asleep.  Dave went through her stuff and pulled out a
        teddy bear, which he tucked in with her.

        Bill had special plans for Bonnie, and if Dave was
        getting weird on him, those plans might be in jeopardy.  If
        it came to that, Dave was as good as dead.  He just hoped he
        wouldn't have to do anything.

        Bonnie slept heavily all night, worn out from the rape.
         She'd get a lot more in the coming days, of course.  Dave
        kept an eye on her that night, while the others slept.

        It was late the next morning when Bill awoke to find
        Dave and the girl eating breakfast.  Actually, only Dave was
        eating; the girl had an untouched glass of milk and some
        toast in front of her.  She was also dressed, in a blue
        short sleeve t-shirt and white shorts, with white sneakers.

        The second she saw Bill, she cringed and started to
        cry.  Charging across the room, Bill grabbed her arm and
        hauled her out of the chair, flinging her backwards onto the
        bed.  He snatched the teddy bear, which she clutched tightly
        under one arm, and flung it across the room.

        "Please don't hurt me!", Bonnie screamed, flailing at
        him with her little hands.  He caught her by one wrist and
        flipped her over, holding her hands together while he bound
        them with a length of rope.  He gagged the child and flipped
        her over on her back, yanking her shorts and panties down
        and off her legs, which he forced wide apart.  Bonnie shut
        her eyes then, and Bill pulled out his cock and slammed it
        into her.

        Bonnie put up a good struggle, and Bill enjoyed it. Her
        little cunt was dry at first, but quickly started to lube up
        under the impact of his cock.  He buried himself fully in
        the child and fucked her hard, surprised that she continued
        to squirm and struggle under him.

        Bonnie's screams had awakened Jasper and Jim, who
        emerged from the bedroom they shared, sleepy eyed and
        dressed only their underwear.  Upon seeing Bill raping the
        child they quickly stripped and moved in to take their turn
        on her.

        Bill came buckets in the child, filling her womb and
        most of her fuck canal with cum.  Bonnie continued to
        struggle even then, grunting and sobbing under Bill even as
        he withdrew.  Bill rubbed his glistening cock on her abdomen
        and stepped back to let Jim have his turn.

        Bonnie fought just as hard when Jim got into her.  The
        effect was overwhelming.  Jim came in record time, looking a
        bit disappointed.  Pulling is glistening cock out of her, he
        moved up to straddle her chest, pulling her gag down.

        Bonnie let out an ear-piercing scream that was quickly
        silenced by Jim's cock plunging into her mouth.  "Suck it
        clean babe", Jim demanded.

        Jasper entered the child next, but Bonnie didn't
        struggle this time, probably because her attention was more
        focused on Jim's cock.  As soon as he withdrew, though, she
        started to fight again, screaming this time until Jim gagged
        her.

        Jasper slowly raped the child, flooding her cunt with
        so much cum it leaked out when he came.  He withdrew slowly,
        and Bonnie went limp, panting and sobbing quietly, obviously
        exhausted.

        Dave scooped her up off the bed and led her into the
        bathroom.  He started to close the door, but Bill stopped
        him.  "You are acting mighty weird, my friend.  If you're
        having second thoughts--"

        "No way.  I just don't want to do this one", Dave told
        him.  "Don't worry.  If I don't like what I see I just won't
        look."  He turned back to Bonnie and started to untie her.

        Bill sat down and lit up a cigarette.  He couldn't
        believe how much of a fight Bonnie had put up; he wondered
        if Dave had told her she had to.  Much the better if he did.

        After Bonnie was cleaned up, Dave brought her out and
        slipped her panties and shorts back on.  He tied her hands
        again, but Bill told him to leave the gag off.  He motioned
        the little girl over to stand before him.  She stood there,
        tears streaming down her face, shaking all over.

        "You're very pretty, Bonnie.  Very pretty."

        "I hate you!", Bonnie responded.

        "You've got nice legs, a nice cunt.  A sweet mouth."

        "I hate you and I want to go home!", Bonnie screeched.

        "Have you ever been kissed, Bonnie?"

        "Leave me alone!  Let me--"

        Bill's hand slapped across the child's cheek.  Not hard
        enough to mark her, but enough to sting, enough to nearly
        knock her over.  He liked her defiance, but there were
        limits.

        He turned the child to face him.  "You're a little
        fighter, Bonnie, I like that.  But when I ask you a
        question, I expect an answer.  Got that?"

        Bonnie nodded.  "I still hate you!"

        "Good, keep that hate.  Because when you stop hating me
        and fighting me, I'll kill you and your mommy.  Now get down
        on your knees and suck my cock."

        "No!", Bonnie shouted, backing away.

        Bill's hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair,
        yanking back hard.  "Ow ow ow ow ow!  I'll do it please
        stop!", Bonnie begged.

        Bill let go of her.  "I changed my mind.  I got a
        better idea."  Pulling the child into his lap, he snatched
        her gag up off the bed and pulled it into her mouth, tying
        it off.  Then he marched her into the bedroom he shared with
        Dave, and shut and locked the door.

        Untying Bonnie's hands, he ordered her to strip.  WHen
        she balked, he ripped the clothes off of her and threw her
        onto the bed.  The bed had padded cuffs hanging off both
        ends, and it was into these that he affixed her wrists and
        ankles, holding her down spread eagle.

        Bonnie's eyes watched him as he reached under the bed
        and pulled out a long, flat box.  Lifting the lid, he sorted
        through the contents inside, a variety of vibrators in every
        size.  Selecting one that was big enough to fit all the way
        in her yet stretch her cunt at the same time, he shoved it
        into her and switched it on, holding it down with a piece of
        duct tape from a roll in the box.  At first Bonnie thrashed
        fiercely, but as the vibrations went to work on her, she
        started to calm, emitting small whimpers in her throat.

        Moving up to straddle the child's face, he placed his
        hands on either side of her head and slid her gag down.
        Caught up in the effects of what the vibrator was doing to
        her, Bonnie didn't resist as he pushed his cock into her
        mouth and down her throat.

        Her little body squirmed as he worked his cock in and
        out of her face while the dildo brought Bonnie to her first
        real orgasm.  He felt her tense as it hit and shoved his
        cock deep into her throat, then pinched her tiny nose off so
        she couldn't breathe.  Bonnie thrashed wildly now, her
        suffocation increasing the power of her orgasm and his as
        well as he shot a thick load of cum into her throat.  As
        soon as he felt the child starting to go limp he let go of
        her nose and withdrew from her, letting her draw a shaking
        breath and emit a weak cry.

        He reached back without looking and yanked the tape off
        her cunt, pulling the dildo free.  It dripped heavily with
        her sweet juices, and he shoved it into her mouth, forcing
        her to taste herself.  The child sucked at it like it were a
        real cock.  He yanked it free and tossed it aside, sealing
        his mouth over hers, forcing a long, deep french kiss from
        her.  She tried to resist, of course, but he held her firm,
        then let go and kissed his way down to her neck, her
        nipples, licking and sucking his way down her undulating,
        soft body, which he licked and sucked until a second orgasm
        hit and left her sobbing and shaking on the bed under him.

        Rising from the girl then, he opened the bedroom door
        and marched naked past his friends to the fridge.  "What the
        hell are you doing in there?", Jasper asked, sounding, well,
        desperate to join in.

        "Getting my rocks off, what do you think?", Bill asked,
        pulling a bag of crushed ice out of the freezer and dumping
        some into a bowl.  "Wait your turn."

        He went back into the bedroom and shut the door. Bonnie
        looked at him, but didn't speak, tears streaming down her
        pretty young face.  Scooping out some of the ice, he rubbed
        it on her nipples until they were quite erect, then shoved
        some more ice into her small pussy.  The girl squirmed and
        begged him to stop, but he continued, pushing his cock into
        her pussy now along with the ice, driving her wild as his
        thumbs flicked her erect nipples.  Though she jerked and
        struggled as he raped her again, her screams were pathetic
        now, she was so overwhelmed with sensations.

        Even as he flooded her again with cum, he wasn't
        finished.  Putting the child's gag back in her mouth, he
        scooped out more ice and put it on her nipples, though her
        thrashing caused most of it to slide off.  No matter.
        Reaching into the box, he withdrew a candle and lit it,
        holding the lit end just above her left nipple, dripping the
        wax onto it.

        Bonnie jerked and screamed into her gag, even as he
        moved to the other nipple.  The wax cooled rapidly on the
        first nipple; she was not burned, though the initial pain
        must have felt like it, given her excited state.  The ice
        had prevented the burn, an old trick he'd learned to inflict
        pain without doing real damage.

        He repeated the procedure on the other nipple, getting
        another scream from the child.  Almost satisfied for now, he
        blew the candle out and shoved the fat end in the child's
        cunt, raping her with it, hard.  He didn't keep it up for
        long before he stopped and quickly freed Bonnie from the
        cuffs, flipping her over onto her belly and secured her once
        more.  In this position the child didn't fight as much, and
        her little ass looked so inviting, he just had to do it.

        But first, he needed her to hurt some more.  He brought
        his hand down on her ass hard, getting a pleasant shiver of
        pain and a small scream from her.  He repeated it on the
        other ass cheek, beating them both until they were a bright,
        angry red.

        Satisfied that the shaken, sobbing child under him was
        now in full terror and pain, he scooped up a bottle of baby
        oil from the dresser and liberally applied it to the length
        of his cock.  Spreading Bonnie's little asscheeks wide, he
        slid his fat cock deep into her.

        Raping her ass was not as much fun as her cunt; the
        child stiffened and hardly moved with each stroke into her,
        while Bill pounded her insides for all he was worth,
        flooding her bowels with cum.  He withdrew from the child's
        tight ass slowly, not wanting to do any damage, then reached
        up and almost tenderly stroked her hair.

        "Just a bit more, kid", he told her.  Then he turned
        and left.

                                  xxx
        One by one the others entered the room and had their
        way with little Bonnie's nine year old body, Jasper first,
        then Jim.  Dave refused, of course.

        Bill decided it was time to get to the bottom of this.
        "Okay, man, I want to know and I want to know now, what is
        it with this kid, huh?  What makes her so different?"

        Dave shrugged.  "She reminds of somebody, okay?  A kid
        I liked.  Look, I'm not stopping you from doing anything, am
        I?  I just don't want to do her is all.  At least, not do
        her hard."

        Bill rolled his eyes.  "What do you mean, you just want
        to fuck her?  Man, you getting weird?"

        "No way.  Hey, I did her mother and you can bet I'm
        gonna do her sisters up hard.  I just don't wanna do her."

        Bill sighed.  "All right.  BUt you just remember, no
        funny stuff.  I'm watching."

        Just then Jim came out, looking very much satisfied.
        "Hey, come on and see what I did to her."

        Together they all entered the room, and beheld with
        smiles--except for Dave--what had been done to the girl.

        Bonnie hung from the ceiling, nude and blindfolded, her
        wrists encased in padded cuffs, her feet dangling almost two
        feet above the floor.  The little girl whimpered as the men
        walked around her, feeling up her nude, young body, her
        soft, tender cunt.

        They moved away then.  It was time to have some real
        fun.

        Bill went up to her, holding a small electric prod in
        his hand.  The prod wouldn't do damage, but a jolt from it
        was quite painful.  Bill fixed his attention on the child's
        soft, tight cunt, and jabbed her there with the prod.

        Bonnie screamed and jerked, her body flailing with the
        juice zapping her.  It was just a quick jolt, but it left
        her sobbing.

        Bill brought it up again, zapping her rear this time.
        Again she jumped and screamed, and screamed some more when
        he rubbed his hand over her cunt.

        He passed the rod to Jim, who zapped each of the
        child's nipples, then pinched them.  Bonnie screamed in a
        mix of terror and agony, her entire body swaying now.  She
        shook in anticipation of where she'd be hurt next.  Bill
        spun her around and held her legs while Jim worked her over
        with the prod, zapping her nipples, her cunt, her ass, her
        stomach.  She screamed herself hoarse, screaming even when
        they weren't touching her, just leaving her hang.

        After nearly half an hour of torturing the child, Bill
        was satisfied.  He left her hang, sobbing, while he picked
        up a slim vibrator and a roll of duct tape.

        Bonnie jerked, whimpering hysterically as he slid the
        vibrator into her cunt, applying a little force to get it
        all the way in.  Switching it on, he taped it in place with
        two pieces of duct tape in an X pattern, and stepped back to
        watch.

        Bonnie squirmed, her legs squeezing together in an
        attempt to free herself of the vibrator, which of course
        would not come free.  Bill pushed a chair under her so she
        could at least stand, and turned away.

        "We'll leave her be", he said.  "Dave, let her hang
        there about an hour, then take her down.  Clean her up and
        get dressed.  We've got a meeting to go to."

        "You got it", Dave promised.

        Five minutes after they left, Dave removed the vibrator
        from Bonnie and let her down.  He didn't want to see her
        tortured anymore.  It brought back bad memories of another
        little girl, long ago.

        He took the child into the bathroom and removed her
        blindfold, then cradled her in his arms and let her cry.
        When she'd calmed he bathed her and took her out to dress--a
        mint green skirt, white tennis sneakers, and a white short
        sleeve blouse.  Afterward he laid her on the bed, unbound,
        and laid next to her.

        "Aren't you going to tie me up?", she asked.

        "In a little bit."

        "Do you have to?  I won't run away", Bonnie pleaded,
        her voice thick with more tears.

        "I have to, Bonnie.  Bill wants it that way.  Besides,
        you look pretty all tied up."

        "Why do they keep hurting me?", she asked.

        "Because they like to.  You're a pretty little girl and
        pretty little girls like you, that happens to", Dave told
        her.  "It's called rape, and it happens to lots of little
        girls.  The lucky ones, anyway."

        "Oh."  Bonnie sniffed.  "Why are you so nice to me?"

        "Because I like you.  You remind me of somebody.  I
        better get you tied up now."

        "If you don't tie me up I'll kiss you", Bonnie pleaded.

        "You'll kiss me anyway", Dave told her.  "Now stand
        up."

        Bonnie's face crumbled and she burst into tears, but
        got up.  Dave led her over to a chair and sat her down,
        tying her hands behind her and tying her ankles, then
        gagging her.  Almost as an afterthought, he leaned down and
        kissed her cheek.

        And sat back to wait.

                            <END CHAPTER 8>

         CHAPTER 9: The Amazing Dr. Brandt, Snake Oil Salesman


        Dr. Robert Brandt was Jim's older half-brother, a
        small, severe looking man who had a limited patience and
        almost no discernible sense of humor.  He was also a genius
        and a brilliant chemist who tended to supply the underground
        with all variety of new and varied drugs.

        When he'd called Bill earlier that day to set up a
        meeting, Bill had jumped at the chance. Dr. Brandt produced
        all kinds of useful drugs and even toys of torture; Bill
        frequently used them.  One of his favorites was a drug which
        actually caused hymens to regenerate in women, and which
        thickened the vaginal and anal walls, making them more
        resistant to tearing.  Very useful with virgins.

        Today he appeared in Bill's office carrying only a
        small silver briefcase; Bill had no doubt he had more stuff
        outside in his van.  He walked with an air of impunity, as
        nobody in his right mind, in the underground, would dare
        mess with Dr. Brandt.  He was one of the untouchable
        people.

        Dr. Brandt opened up the suitcase, displaying a number
        of vials.  Bill was familiar with three of them, having used
        them before, but three of them were new to him.

        "I've made some modifications of my drugs, gentlemen,
        to decrease risks to the...patient...and to increase their
        effectiveness."  He picked up the first vial, filled with a
        thin, transluscent red liquid.

        "The hymen regenerator.  If you remember, this drug,
        administered in the proper doses, will regenerate a hymen
        within 24 hours.  The effect is permanent, of course, in
        that the hymen will continue to regenerate within 24 hours
        of being torn."  He set the vial down and picked up another,
        filled with a translucent green liquid.

        "Thickener.  Again, this is permanent, when
        administered in the proper doses.  It will thicken the walls
        of the vagina, uterus, and all other areas as well as the
        rectal and anal areas when properly used.  That thickening
        will allow the tissue to retains shape and tightness and
        resist tearing and abrasion.  It also speeds the healing of
        any such injuries."

        He set the vial down, picked up one filled with a thick
        green liquid.  "Sexual itch drug.  Its effects last only
        about 12 to 16 hours, but it will cause the victim to feel
        the need to have sexual intercourse of some form to obtain
        relief--which is of course, temporary, until the drug wears
        off."

        "I've seen all these before", Bill interrupted.
        "What's the new stuff?"

        Dr. Brandt scowled.  He didn't like being interrupted.
        "If you will let me finish."  He set the vial down and
        picked up one containing a blue liquid.  "This is a pain
        drug.  Injected into the victim, it has no apparent effects.
         However, when sexual intercourse involving vaginal
        penetration begins, the victims will feel pain.  Not intense
        pain, but enough to prevent enjoyment of intercourse.  It is
        a permanent drug as well, so be careful how you use it.
        There is a temporary antidote for it, however."  He picked
        up a vial of milky white fluid.  "This drug will block the
        pain signals for up to six hours, allowing the victim to
        enjoy intercourse."

        Bill nodded.  He liked this new drug.

        Dr. Brandt showed them a vial of pinkish liquid next.
        "This is a new form of sedative.  It's effect will render
        the victim quite submissive and willing for up to 12 hours
        at a time.  What happens is, plainly stated, they will enjoy
        anything done to them, and will be totally agreeable to all
        suggestions.  They will not appear drugged except on close
        inspection.  I'm still working out a way to avoid that."

        "Happy juice", Jim murmured.

        "Yes, if you will."  Dr. Brandt picked up a vial of
        clear liquid.  "And this is my greatest achievement.  It's a
        behavioral modification drug.  By itself, it does nothing.
        However, when influenced by outside stimuli, it can alter
        aspects of a person's behavior, either partially or totally.
        To achieve that, I've developed a program of subliminal
        messages and biofeedback which can be administered to the
        victim to achieve the desired effects."

        Bill REALLY liked that!  It was the answer to his
        problems, especially with Ruth.

        "Is that all?", he asked.

        "All for now.  I must inform you, the price of these
        drugs has increased now that I've altered them.  Though you
        probably neither care nor understand what I've done, I'll
        explain it anyway.  I've incorporated the use of
        nanotechnology into each to achieve permanency and
        programmability, in the case of behavioral modification."

        "Nanotechnology?", Bill asked.

        "The use of microscopic, bio-synthetic microchips which
        attach themselves to the DNA chain and organs of the body,
        to put the subject in light terms.  Programmed by outside
        stimuli, they send signals to the appropriate parts of the
        body to achieve the desired effects."

        "Um, okay", Bill responded.  "How much for all of
        this?"

        Dr. Brandt smiled.  It was hard to say if the man liked
        money better or showing off.  "One million for the standard
        drugs, with enough to treat up to a dozen individuals.  An
        additional million for the behavioral treatment, which I
        will administer myself, tailored to your instructions.  I've
        only tried it twice, to good effect."

        Two million.  Bill didn't have to think twice.  "Deal."
         He picked up the phone and punched in a number.  He talked
        for a minute, then hung up.  "All yours, doc.  Its in your
        Swiss bank account, courtesy of my buddies and the US
        taxpayers.  How soon can we get it?"

        "Today, if you like.  It will take three days to
        administer the behavioral treatment to one victim.  I trust
        you have no trouble putting up with me until then?"

        "If it works doc, no problem at all", Bill told him.


                                  xxx
        Once he had the drugs in hand, Bill returned to the
        hotel.  Bonnie was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs,
        bound and gagged as usual.  She was crying and struggling
        helpless against her bonds.

        "Let's try that sedative on her", Bill said.  "We'll
        use that other shit on her mother."  Jim took a syringe and
        started to fill it with the sedative, while Bill stood
        Bonnie up and pulled her skirt up, exposing her smooth
        asscheek.

        Bonnie squealed when Jim stuck her, then seemed to calm
        after a few minutes.  Bill removed her gag.  "Hey kid, how
        do you feel?"

        "Okay", Bonnie said, her voice sounding quite light.
        He turned her around.  She was smiling softly.

        "This is great", Bill laughed.  "Bonnie, would you like
        to be fucked by lots of men?"

        "Sure", Bonnie said.  "Will I be tied up?"

        "Yeah, all the time.  Do you like that?"

        "No, but it's okay", Bonnie told him.  "Who will I
        fuck?"

        Bill's cock got hard, hearing her say that.  She
        probably wouldn't have if it weren't for the drug.  "You'll
        start with us."

        For the next hour and a half, Bill, Jasper and Jim
        raped Bonnie orally and vaginally, pounding as hard as they
        could.  Bonnie didn't even whimper.  In fact, she had
        orgasms!  Determined to see how much she could take, Bill
        went to every cottage and gathered every man he
        could--nearly fifteen of them--and let each of them do her,
        too.  She took them all and kept on smiling.

        "Good stuff", Bill said, examining the vial of
        sedative.  He was very pleased.

        He untied Bonnie and told her to go take a bath.  When
        she returned he had her dress, putting a long sleeve pink
        blouse and short pink denim skirt, which hugged her
        thighs--all of her skirts did--and white flats.  He tied her
        hands once more and turned her to face him.  "We're going
        someplace else now.  You'll see your mommy there.  I want
        you to say some things to her."  He told her what to say,
        and she nodded.  Then he gagged her and took her out to the
        car.

        The ride back was quiet; without Bonnie's crying or
        whimpering, that is.  Bill didn't like it much, but the drug
        would prove useful in the days to come, he decided.

                                  xxx

        Ruth was sitting, bound and gagged, in the main room
        when Bill came in with Bonnie.  The sight of her daughter,
        tied up and gagged, made her heart leap.  Bonnie didn't seem
        very scared, though.

        Bill stopped and pulled down Bonnie's gag.  "Look,
        Ruth, it's Bonnie!  Do you have anyting to say to your
        mommy, Bonnie?"

        "Hi Mommy", Bonnie said quietly.

        "Bonnie wants to show you something."  Bill unzipped
        his pants, letting his hard cock spring out.

        "Show your mommy how nice you suck cock, Bonnie", Bill
        ordered.

        Ruth watched in horror as her daughter got to her knees
        and lifted her head, opening her mouth to accept Bill's
        cock, taking it into her throat and sucking on it like a
        pro.  "She's a good little cocksucker", Bill moaned.  "She
        even deep throats!"

        Bonnie didn't seem at all frightened or sickened by
        what she was doing, which horrified Ruth even further.  What
        had they done to her daughter?

        When Bonnie was done she licked Bill's cock clean and
        kissed the head, then let him gag her.  She didn't seem to
        mind being tied up, either.  She looked totally complacent.

        "She's a good little whore, Ruth", Bill laughed.
        "She's made us very happy."  He turned to Jim.  "Untie
        Ruth's ankles.  She can come watch me fuck her little
        daughter."

        Ruth squirmed as Jim untied her ankles.

        "You're going to love seeing this", he told her,
        leading her into the room where Bill had taken Bonnie.

        Bill had Bonnie laying down on one of the cots.  He had
        his pants off.  Bonnie's skirt was bunched up around her
        waist, her panties removed.  Bill had taken her gag out as
        well.  "Hi Mommy", she said quietly.  "Bill is going to fuck
        me. I like when he fucks me."

        Ruth felt sick, hearing those hideous words come out of
        her sweet daughters mouth.  She felt even sicker when she
        watched Bill fuck her daughter, who began to moan softly, as
        if she really were enjoying it!

        "I liked being raped, Mommy, it was fun", Bonnie told
        her mother.  "Bill says I'm going to fuck more men lots of
        the time.  I can't wait."

        Ruth shut her eyes.  She couldn't watch.

        Next thing she knew, she was being led back to her
        chair.  After tying her ankles, Jim pulled out her gag and
        demanded a blowjob, which she gave him.  She'd fucked so
        many men in the past days that she was growing used to it,
        but still hating every second of it.

        Unfortunately, it seemed, her daughter did not.
                                  xxx
        "That was good, Bonnie.  Would you like me to put you
        on your knees and blow your head off?"

        "Okay", Bonnie answered, smiling slightly.

        "You're such a good girl Bonnie", Bill told her,
        patting her cheek.  "I'll bet you can't wait to see us kill
        your mommy."

        "Yeah", Bonnie said, still smiling.

        "Shit, that stuff Dr. Brandt gave her really works",
        Dave laughed.  "She'd fuck a bull elephant and like it!"

        "She sure would", Bill said, replacing Bonnie's gag.
        He much preferred her bound and gagged.  The drug would be
        good when he prostituted her to clients who wanted a more
        willing subject.  It would also be good to use around her
        mother.  It'd fuck with her mind.  The rest of the time
        she'd be her sobbing, screaming little self.

                                  xxx
        Ruth was led from the main room to the solitary room,
        where an older man in a lab coat was waiting.  Equipment had
        been moved in and set up, including a TV.  The chair she'd
        sat in was gone, replaced by a padded one with wooden arms.

        The man in the lab coat walked over to her.  "Very
        attractive.  Leave her."  He nodded to Jim, who let go of
        her and walked out.

        The man walked behind Ruth and undid the bonds on her
        wrists.  The gesture surpised her.  He told her to sit in
        the chair, and she did.

        It quickly became apparent why he'd untied her.
        Placing her arms palm down on the arms of the chair, he
        strapped them down.  Ruth resisted, but he was too strong
        for her.

        "Now then", he said, standing in front of her.  "I have
        no sexual interest in you, woman.  Though you are quite
        attractive, you are too old for my tastes.  I will not,
        however, fail to harm you if you resist me."  He reached
        forward and removed her gag.  "What is your name?"

        "Ruth", Ruth told him.

        "Ruth.  An old fashioned name."  He went over to the
        table and returned, holding a syringe in his hand.  "Now if
        you will cooperate, I'm going to inject you with several
        substances.  You will feel nothing and not be harmed.
        Unless you resist."

        Ruth froze.  She hated needles.

        "Very good.  By the way, my name is Brandt.  Dr.
        Brandt."  He swabbed her arm with alchohol and injected her
        with the syringe.  After that syringe, he used another, then
        another.  Finally he was done.  He went back to the table
        and picked up a pair of earphones, whose cord was plugged
        into a machine on the table.  He also picked up a headband,
        which he placed over her head, then put the earphones on.

        Ruth's ears filled with static.  The TV, which was
        perched in front of her, came on, flashing all types of
        images.  Her head felt funny, slightly dizzy.

        She saw the man in the lab coat look at his watch, then
        leave.  She wondered if he would be back.

                            <END CHAPTER 9>

                        CHAPTER 10: Judy's Turn


        With both Ruth and Bonnie now safely in place at the
        warehouse, Bill knew it was time to turn his attention to
        the remaining two daughters.  But first, he had to make sure
        all went well here before he proceeded.

        During the time he'd kept Bonnie at the motel, he'd
        needed somebody to keep an eye on Ruth to prevent anything
        from happening.  It was a painful lesson he'd learned; once,
        he'd kidnapped a little girl and left her here alone, only
        to return and find her dead.  She'd had asthma, and thanks
        to her gag had suffocated while he was gone.  It was a
        waste, too, because he hadn't even gotten to make a decent
        film with her.

        To solve the problem, he'd located an old buddy of his
        who was currently living in a shelter from homeless vets.
        Phil "Eunuch" Carmine was an older man who'd seen a lot of
        action until a land mine had taken out his
        manhood--literally.  The effect was not only physical--Phil
        didn't have a dick at all, just a small hole he pissed through
        like a woman--but also emotional.  Losing his testicles had
        taken away all of his sex drive, as well as most of his
        compunction to do much of anything.

        When Bill had found him, Phil had been a depressed,
        sodden drunk well on his way to being dead.  He'd cleaned
        him up, gotten him straightened out, and given him a job as
        "caretaker" of the girls and women he brought in.  Phil knew
        how to keep his mouth shut, and the job at least gave him
        something to do--it also assured Bill the guy wasn't going
        to do anything to the girls, since Phil had no interest in
        sex at all.  He was good at it, as good as anybody could be,
        spending time at the warehouse when nobody else was there,
        watching TV and the victims Bill kept there at the same
        time.

        In the meantime, Bill and his buddies had kept
        themselves busy raping both Ruth and Bonnie.  Ruth had come
        out of the treatments with flying colors; she resisted
        fiercely, maybe moreso because it hurt her to have sex now.
        He hadn't made any more films with either of them, none with
        Bonnie in fact; he wasn't ready.

        Poor Bonnie.  Bill had her convinced that all of this
        was her fault--with her mother's help.  He'd had little
        trouble coercing Ruth into telling Bonnie things to make the
        child believe she was stupid, and this was her fault, she
        was being punished.  Ruth would do anything to protect her
        baby, even screw with her head.  He planned the same for
        Judy.

        But first, he had to get her.  And he knew just where
        to do it, too.

                                  xxx
        Judy stood in front of her bedroom mirror, wearing only
        her panties, cupping her large, firm breasts.  It was a
        curse having them; people always thought she was older than
        she was, and the crude comments directed her way about them
        were hard to ignore.  Worse still were the boys who tried to
        grab or feel them.  At least they didn't hurt her back yet.

        Her mother had promised her she'd let her go through
        the surgery to have them reduced, but it hadn't happened
        yet.  Judy understood why; her mother was afraid of any
        kind of surgery.  Her mother was afraid of a lot, in fact.

        Sighing, she picked up her bra then discarded it.  At
        least there was one thing about her breasts she'd learned,
        she could dress more to effect.  She always liked to dress
        nice so the boys would notice her, and besides, it made her
        feel more grown up--which she might not have had she not had
        such a large chest.  Of course, there were some boys she
        didn't like to notice her, but that couldn't be helped.

        Slipping on a brown short sleeve blouse, she pulled on
        a denim short skirt next, one that showed off her legs to
        advantage, the hem falling only to mid thigh.  She added a
        blue bandana belt, and a pair of suntan pantyhose.  She
        pulled on a pair of white pumps with one inch heels to
        finish off.

        Since she was seven, Judy had gotten involved in
        modeling.  With her huge chest, and shapely legs, she could
        often pass for a teen, which was a big asset.  Only her
        mannerism gave her away.  She was still very much an eleven
        year old girl.

        She didn't have a session today, though; she was
        just going to walk the mile or so to the ice cream stand
        and get some frozen yogurt.  But even for that, she liked
        to dress up.

        Going to the ice cream stand was something she did
        nearly every summer day, modeling sessions or not.  She had
        a weakness for frozen yogurt.  Almost every time she went
        alone, too, since Bonnie usually had day camp and her mother
        didn't like ice cream.

        That got her thinking about them.  Her mother had been
        gone over a month, and now Bonnie had gone to join her--at
        least, that was what Mary said.  She really didn't blame her
        mother for wanting Bonnie to come stay with her; being the
        youngest, her mom was always worrying about Bonnie, keeping
        an eye on her.  They all did.  Judy adored her baby sister
        and just about loved her to death.

        Tossing her purse over her shoulder, she left the house
        and headed toward the woods, planning to take the back way
        to the ice cream stand since it was cooler than going along
        the open road.  Besides that, she was hoping to avoid
        somebody.

        It didn't happen, though.

        Suddenly a tall, pimply faced boy of about fifteen
        stepped out in front of her.  He snatched her purse off her
        shoulder and held it up, while from behind someone grabbed
        her hands and pulled them behind her.

        "Hey Judy", the boy grinned.  "Been waitin' for ya."

        Judy bit her lip, trying not to cry.  It was Billy
        Craig, and the person holding her hands was probably his
        twin brother Johnny.  Actually Johnny wasn't Billy's twin;
        he was a year younger, but with the acne and their tall,
        gangly bodies, both boys could have been twins.

        Billy stepped forward and undid the buttons of her
        blouse, letting her tits fall free.  This was why she never
        wore a bra.  If she did, Billy would just cut it off.

        Billy's rough hands roamed over her tits, squeezing
        and pinching.  Judy started to lose her composure.  A tear
        slipped down her cheek and she struggled to break free.

        "Aw, she's cryin'", Billy laughed.  "Come on Judy, pay
        the toll and you can go.  Come on baby, suck me."

        Reluctantly Judy got down on her knees and opened her
        mouth.  The boy in front of her unzipped his pants and
        pulled out his hard little cock, shoving it into her mouth.
        Judy began to suck.

        She was used to this by now, though she hated it with a
        passion.  The two brothers had started making her do this
        almost two years ago, getting her alone was often as they
        could and making her repeat the procedure.

        At first, she just had to show them her tits, let them
        cop a feel; that was when they were starting to grow.  Then
        it had progressed, to hand jobs next, jerking them off so
        they squirted on her tits, now this.  The boy behind her,
        Johnny, still liked to cum on her tits, only now she had to
        suck him first.

        Judy had never told anyone, either, no matter how bad
        things got.  She was afraid her mother would blame her for
        it, since sex was such a dirty thing and now she was doing
        it.

        "We should do her pussy too", Johnny said.

        "No way, she'd tell", Billy argued.

        Judy would tell, and they knew it; she didn't want them
        between her legs.

        Billy didn't take long to cum, and Judy swallowed the
        thin little load he shot out.  Then Johnny stepped up to
        take his place, letting go of her first.

        "Bet your little sister would like this", Billy joked.
        Judy grimaced; she could just imagine these two punks making
        her little sister suck them off.  The idea of them making
        her baby sister, whom she loved and adored so much do
        something disgusting, was enough to bring her to tears.

        Billy suddenly pulled out and began jacking off
        furiously, spraying cum all over her tits.  He made her lick
        him clean while his brother reached around her and rubbed it
        in.

        Judy got to her feet, wiping off the knees of her hose
        and buttoning up her blouse.  Billy tossed her purse on the
        ground and the two of them started walking away.

        Judy knew she should have fought them; she'd fight
        anybody else who tried.  BUt after a while it just didn't
        pay with the brothers.

        Wiping tears off her face, she went on her way.

                                  xxx
        Judy was sitting at the ice cream stand, idly playing
        with a bowl of melting frozen yogurt, her mind still on the
        brothers, when a shadow appeared over her.
        It was a man, a huge man, with short, dark hair and a
        friendly smile.  Judy smiled back as he sat down next to
        her.

        "Hi, the name's Bill.  You look like you could use a
        friend."

        Judy smiled.  Boy, could she use a friend like him!
        With him around, the brother's would never bother her!

        "I'm Judy.  Yeah, I guess."

        "I'd figure you'd have boys all over you.  You're very
        beautiful."

        Judy smiled.  "Thanks."

        "How old are you?"

        "Eleven", Judy answered.

        She saw the man look her over.  "Well, you're very
        beautiful for being eleven.  Ever do any modeling?"

        Judy nodded and told him a little about the modelling
        she'd done over the past four years.  He seemed impressed,
        which made her like him all the more.

        "So what's on your mind right now?  You seem upset."

        "Something that happened today", Judy said, ready to
        cry just from thinking about it.

        "Want to talk about it?"

        Judy had never been terribly good and keeping anything
        in, with the exception of the brother's treatment of her.
        Before she knew it, she was spilling her guts to the man,
        and crying freely.

        The man put his arms around Judy and let her cry on his
        shoulder.  When she calmed, he whispered to her softly, "Why
        don't we go around back.  Less people watching."

        Judy nodded in agreement.

        The man was so nice, Judy let him lead her around back,
        his arm around her shoulders.  He was so nice, and he was a
        man and he thought she was beautiful, she couldn't resist
        him.

        He leaned her up against the back wall of the building,
        lowering his face to hers.  Judy had never been kissed
        before, and she was very eager to try it now!

        "You're so pretty, Judy", the man murmured, his lips
        pressing against hers.  Judy gave into it, sinking into his
        arms, letting him hold her.  She felt his hand slide along
        her side, up, toward her breast--
        Judy pushed him away, hard.  "No!  Leave me al--"

        His hand clamped over her mouth, shoving her head back
        against the wall.  "Now you listen up, little girl.  You're
        a pretty little thing and I'd hate to have to hurt you, so
        you just do what I tell you, got that?  You are going to get
        in my car and go with me.  And we're gonna have a little
        party, you got that?  You, me and my friends."

        Judy tried to kick him--big mistake.  He balled up his
        fist and punched her in the cunt, making her double up.
        Keeping his hand over her mouth, he forced her over to his
        car, yanking the back door open.  Shoving the little girl
        into the back seat, he quickly bound her hands behind her
        and shut the door.

        Judy started crying, pulling at the ropes on her wrists
        to no avail.  The pain in her middle was subsiding now, and
        she tried to sit up, but couldn't get her balance.  The man
        jumped in the front seat and swung his arm over, holding a
        gun in her face.  "Lie still and be quiet!", he snapped.

        Judy burst into sobs, but lay still.  After a few
        minutes of driving the man stopped and climbed in back with
        her, pulling a kerchief out of his pocket, which he gagged
        her with.

        "Eleven years old and you're so damn sexy", he
        muttered.  "We already got your mommy and your baby sister,
        Judy.  They're whores, Judy, just like we're gonna make
        you."  Pulling out a second kerchief, he blindfolded her.
        She heard him rummaging through her purse, which she'd
        dropped when he pushed her into the car.  Then he tossed it
        aside and climbed out.

        For what felt like hours they drove, Judy sobbing
        quietly in the back seat, the man saying nothing.  Finally
        the car did stop and he pulled her out, walking her across
        what felt like a gravel lot.  When they again stopped, she
        heard a door open, then the blindfold was pulled off of her
        eyes.

        She saw three other men looking at her.  Looking at her
        in a way that she knew what was going to happen next was not
        going to be fun...

        The man pushed her into the room, shoving her backwards
        onto a bed set up against one wall.  Judy watched the other
        men approach her, regarding her with hungry eyes.  "Party
        time", one, a tall, black man, chuckled.

        Judy shut her eyes and began to sob as they descended
        on her.

                                  xxx
        Bill removed the girl's gag while he undressed her,
        wanting to hear her plead and beg.

        "No, please, don't hurt me!", she whimpered as he undid
        the bandana belt she wore and unbuttoned her skirt, yanking
        it over her slim hips.

        "We're gonna fuck your virgin little pussy, Judy!",
        Bill shouted as he stripped away her hose and her panties,
        ripping them from her body.  He removed her pumps long
        enough to strip off the last of her hose, then put them back
        on.  Lastly he untied her ankles, expecting her to kick him,
        but she didn't.

        "NO NO NO NO!", Judy pleaded as he undid the buttons of
        her blouse and laid it open.   He grabbed at the mounds of
        her soft tits, making her cry out even harder.

        "You're baby sister sure liked this Judy!", Bill
        laughed, straddling between the girl's legs.  Jim moved up
        and straddled her chest, his cock hanging in her face.

        "No, leave me alone!  Leave me alone!", Judy pleaded.
        Her pleas were cut off when Jim shoved his cock down her
        throat, almost choking her.  Bill jerked off over her virgin
        pussy, using his cum to slicken the way.  Her body stiffened
        when he pushed in, but she couldn't scream with a mouth full
        of cock.  He tore her hymen in one shot and fucked her with
        even strokes, her body shaking and tensing alternately in
        response.

        Between Jim fucking her throat and Bill fucking her
        cunt, Judy was helpless to do anything.  She was an
        excellent fuck, too; nice and tight, and a real thrasher
        to boot, squirming and struggling like her sister had.  She
        was more like a teenager, and with her magnificent tits, she
        could easily have passed for one.

        Bill soon found himself coming buckets in the child.
        She'd grown quite wet, probably due to Jim's face fucking
        her.  Right now Jim had his cock free of her mouth and was
        making her lick it clean.  Tears streamed down her face as
        her little pink tongue darted out and licked all around
        Jim's huge cock.  "You're such a lucky little girl, Judy",
        he told her.  "Most little girls never get gang raped!"

        The two men climbed off, and Jasper and Dave moved in.
        Jasper went straight for her mouth, while Dave went for her
        glistening young pussy.  Judy nearly passed out as Jasper
        shoved his huge cock down her throat, silencing her again.
        Her struggles got considerably worse as she managed to catch
        a breath, making it hard for Dave to get into her tight
        cunt.  He finally pinned her legs down and slammed in,
        stilling her for a moment.

        It was as exciting to watch as doing it, Bill realized.
         Judy's face was a bright beet red with her efforts to suck
        Jasper's huge member, while Jasper himself sat on her
        magnificent tits.  Not to be outdone, Dave was slamming her
        full force while his hands groped her mounds, though he had
        some difficulty with Jasper's ass in the way.

        Judy's struggles ceased after a few minutes, as the
        whimpering, panting girl fought to please her two attackers.
         Abruptly Jasper withdrew and she drew a gasping breath,
        only to choke as thick loads of his cum spattered over her
        pretty face.  He slid back to her tits, beating his cock off
        on them while Judy screamed and begged him to stop, begged
        Dave to stop.

        Bill moved up and pulled the girl's head to the side,
        shoving his cock into her mouth again to silence her.  She
        gave him a pleading look that got her nothing, then sucked
        at it anyway.  Then she did something really, really dumb.

        She bit him.

        It came just as Dave was flooding her with cum, and
        Jasper was wiping the last of cum on her tits.  One second
        Bill was moaning, enjoying the hot, moist wetness of her
        mouth, then pain flared up the shaft of his cock.

        With a howl he yanked free of the girl's mouth, looking
        down.  His dick was red and scraped in spots, but she hadn't
        broken the skin.  Face red with rage, Bill grabbed the
        little girl by the throat and hauled her off the bed,
        holding her up by one hand and slamming her against the
        wall.

        "Don't you ever, ever FUCKING BITE!", he screamed at
        her, though in some small part of his mind he relished the
        spunk she was showing.  "DO YOU FUCKING HERE ME?"

        Judy spit in his face.  And that, sadly, was too much.

        He slammed the little girl's head against the wall
        once, then twice, then flung her back on the bed.  Quick as
        a shot he reached into the night stand beside the bed and
        whipped out a pistol, holding it to her face.  "You're dead,
        cunt!  You are fucking dead!"

        The others moved to stop him, but he waved them off.
        Judy was looking up at him, her eyes wide with terror.

        "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T
        KILL ME NO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT
        AGAIN!", she pleaded.

        Bill shoved the gun under her nose, holding it there
        for a long time.  He knew she wouldn't bite him again.
        Tossing the gun aside, he sealed his mouth over hers.

        Judy put up a good struggle, trying to get him off of
        her.  He had to give her that, she wouldn't bite, but she
        would fight.  Just as well.

        Keeping the child pinned that way, he slid his cock
        into her moist, cum filled cunt and raped her a second time.
         She fought him the whole time, but it was hopeless.  He
        came in her again and withdrew, leaving her to lay panting
        and sobbing.

        Each of the others took a turn with her after that, but
        her resistance was much less now.  By the time Jasper
        withdrew his cock from her cunt and made her clean him up,
        she was hardly moving at all.

        Bill went over and sat next to the shaking, sobbing
        girl.  "You hate me?"

        "Yes..", Judy whimpered.

        "Smart girl.  I like the way you fight.  Just like your
        baby sister.  Good thing you do."

        "Leave me alone", Judy whimpered.

        Bill grinned.  "Clean her up.  I gotta go see her
        sister."

        Jim walked over and took the girl by the arm, yanking
        her off the bed and leading her into the bathroom.  Even for
        this she resisted, albeit not much.

                                  xxx
        Judy was allowed to bathe herself unwatched, though the
        bathroom door was left open.  She felt dizzy, exhausted, and
        totally humiliated--yet a small spark of pride remained.
        She'd fought them, and even if they had made her do things,
        she'd keep right on fighting them.

        As she washed, she paid special attention to her
        private areas, trying to wash away the sex they'd made her
        do.  Sex was so awful and dirty to her now, she knew she
        could never want it or let them think she did; she had to
        fight.  She knew her baby sister would, too.

        At the same time, she was scared to death.  These men
        were bad, mean men.  Her head throbbed from the bashing
        against the wall, and she hated that man the most.  She
        hadn't meant to bite him; she'd did that once to one of the
        brothers, and he'd given her a black eye.  She'd just
        panicked this time.  She wouldn't do it again.

        She stayed in the bath as long as she could, then
        climbed out and dried off.  The man had made it clear she
        was to be totally dry and clean before she came out; there
        was a hairdryer and other stuff for her to use, which she
        did, crying the whole time.

        She wanted more than anything to go home.

        But she knew she never would.

                                  xxx
        After her shower, Judy came back out and curled up on
        the bed, trying to look small and inconspicuous, Jim
        guessed.  "Can I go home now?", she asked meekly.

        "You kidding?  You're in this for the long haul, babe.
        That pretty little body of yours is gonna get put to use",
        Jasper told her.

        Judy curled up tight and began to cry.  She was tired
        and beaten, for the moment; Jim knew he could fuck her
        easily if he wanted to.  But he wanted her active, and
        fighting like her sister had, for real.

        Well, tomorrow as another day.


                                <END CHAPTER 10>

