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It took me longer than I expected identifying a target, but suddenly there she was, and boy had she been worth waiting for. Dressed in a white mini skirt and black top, I supposed her to be 11, maybe 12. Although quite small, around 4ft 10in I guess, her body had already begun to curve in all the right places. In any case, I didnt want a big girl, even at that age they can fight back!
As the girl climbed the steps from the beach my eyes feasted on her tanned legs, already showing a sexy shapeliness that belied her tender years. Her hips swung enticingly as she crossed the road. The pleated skirt flapped slightly below the gentle outward curve of her butt exposing even more of her perfect schoolgirl thighs. Beneath the tight top, small but distinct breasts had begun to blossom, jutting provocatively against the clinging material. On one side the top had slipped off her shoulder allowing me to see the narrow silk strap and adjustment ring of her white bra.
Neither did she lack in the looks department. Shoulder length mousy blonde hair framed the softness of a sun kissed complexion. Flawless skin complimented her prettiness. I particularly noticed the fullness of her lips and the slightly upturned nose, a picture of near perfection if ever I had seen one.
I followed her journey along the sea road until at last she turned off into a side street lined with assorted restaurants and stores. She stopped to buy candy at a 7 Eleven before once more heading away from the beach. Another couple of blocks took us into a much quieter residential area, some half a mile from where I had first seen her.
By now there were few people around. I crossed onto the opposite sidewalk and dropped a little further back, not wishing to arouse suspicion that I was anything other than innocently going about my business.
Eventually the girl stopped outside an apartment block, took out a key from her skirt pocket and let herself in through the security door. So now I knew where my target lived. Yes, tomorrow would be the day. As I left the scene, I couldnt wait to put all my pre planning into operation.
For over 20 years since I was a teenager all my sexual fantasies had concerned little girls. I masturbated incessantly imagining the thrill of knowing their young bodies. By little girls, I mean those who have just started to develop, 9 to 13 year olds whose breasts were discernable but nowhere near fully developed. Whose hips had just begun to widen. Those experiencing new and exciting adult stirrings as pubescent hormones began to do their work.
The limit of my success to date had been the odd occasion when I got to accidentally touch the daughter of a friend or maybe sit one on my lap. To sneak into a bedroom or wash hamper and leave my calling card in the crotch of their sexy little panties. I would go the beach and watch them through binoculars. If I were really lucky I would see one changing behind a towel. Of course the towel always slipped giving me some wonderful close ups of little bras and golf ball tits, sexy white panties and bald cunts. I used to get so aroused I would ejaculate without touching myself.
Some six months earlier I had been gifted the chance to voyeur my 10-year-old niece. Her parents had gone to a show leaving me to baby sit. When it was time for her nightly shower I sneaked upstairs and watched her undress through the keyhole of the bathroom. Her new thimble tits and puffy cunt, slim hips and perfect ass had me blowing a huge load into my hand as she innocently displayed for me.
That for me was the moment of destiny. I determined right there I simply had to quell my frustrations by turning longing into reality, to experience first hand the delights of sex with a pre-teen girl. But Im no fool; if I were to turn my fantasies into reality it couldnt concern any girl who knew me or indeed any girl within a hundred miles. No way did I feel I could handle a knock at the door by the Feds. My planning had to be meticulous in the extreme.
I had certain things going for me, like the fact I lived alone in a remote farmhouse ever since my low-life wife decided to run off with her boss from the trucking company where she worked. Also in my favor was my job. Being a freelance consultant meant I was away from home quite a lot and my hours of work varied tremendously. At any given time no one could say where I would be and who with.as near a perfect scenario for my purpose as could be imagined.
In the weeks leading up to that day at the resort, I worked fastidiously laying the groundwork for my plan. Years before, as an impoverished student I had taken a part time job as a security guard at a retail store. I hated the job but loved the opportunities it afforded me to have contact with young girls. It was this experience that now sowed the seeds of my strategy.
After driving upstate for a couple of hundred miles, I bought an old van from a seedy dealership, straight dollars, no questions asked. In the privacy of my lock-up it was cleaned up and sign written with the words A1 Investigations Corp. It was equipped with anything I thought might be needed. The old cellar at the rear of the house was cleaned up and equipped.
My computer was put to good use designing an official looking identification badge with the words Private Investigator on it. As I took the badge from the laminator I smiled, it looked really authentic, so far so good I thought.
Next I had to decide where and when I would strike. A coastal resort during a weekend was the obvious choice, teeming with sexy little girls without a care in the world. If things went to plan one of them would soon have plenty to care about.
And so the day dawned. As I drove the hundred and fifty miles or so to the coast I was consumed with a mixture of emotions. Excitement, maybe.lust, you bet.and trepidation, certainly. After all, here I was, a guy whose only previous brush with the law concerned a speeding ticket, about to embark on something that could get me 25 to life!
I kept telling myself that nothing would go wrong; I had covered every possibility and had plans for every contingency. Yet still, nagging away in my brain was the apprehension of a man heading into the unknown. More than once on that fateful day I almost spun around and headed home, but each time the memory of my little niece spurred me on. There would be no turning back. The die was cast.
After a virtually sleepless night, my head filled with thoughts of what was to come, it was around 8.00am as I took up position on the far corner of the block from where my target lived. I parked the van inconspicuously in a line of other commercials, and waited.
I knew I would have to be patient, indeed the girl might not show at all. But as I recalled the previous day, seeing this sexy little creature walking provocatively ahead of me, I knew I would wait almost for ever.
Each time the door of the apartments opened my heart missed a beat, but each time it was someone else. One of these was another girl of about the same age, and momentarily it went through my mind to abandon my original target and go for her instead. Im glad I didnt, for as she got closer I could see she lacked the perfect proportions of my original target.
At 11.30 the door opened again, at last there she was. A lustful sigh escaped my lips. This time, dressed in blue shorts and a white crop top, she looked sexier than ever. There was a gap between her top and shorts exposing a bronzed midriff and belly button. Her legs looked even more gorgeous than before and the tight shorts accentuated her ass cheeks to perfection. Her hair was now swept back from her face into a ponytail. This girl was perfection. I knew I had to have her.
I left the van, locked it securely and followed her at a discreet distance. After stopping at the same 7 Eleven to buy soda, she proceeded to the same section of beach where I had first seen her.
I was able to get closer to her now because of the number of people. She was obviously looking for someone as she walked slowly along, her eyes scanning the beach below. A young girl on the sands waved and called to her, using the name Samantha. She waved back and smiling broadly ran down the access steps onto the beach.
I parked my ass on an adjacent bench and watched as the girl frolicked on the sands and splashed in the surf. If things went to plan these would be her last hours of freedom. She and her friend chased and screamed, rolled around and laughed. The other girl, maybe a little younger than Samantha, was almost as desirable. Tiny tits and a tight little butt made me think that maybe I would have the two of them. The thought was quickly dismissed, stick to your plan I told myself.
In almost 4 hours they left the beach only once, to go to the restroom and to buy ice cream.
It was almost 4.00pm when the two girls climbed the steps away from the beach. They followed the same route taken the previous day, both going into the 7 Eleven. At this point I began to think my plan would have to be abandoned. It looked likely the other girl would accompany Samantha back to her apartment, which would effectively ruin everything.
As they emerged from the store they hugged and went separate ways. I breathed a huge sigh of relief; it was all systems go once again.
I followed for a short distance until it became clear she was heading home. I walked passed her unnoticed in the crowd and made my way as quickly as possible to my van.
I drove around the block hoping my timing was right. It was. As I made a left, there she was a hundred yards or so ahead of me. Trouble was just behind her were two elderly women, the only others to be seen on the sidewalk. I cursed inwardly at this bad luck and was considering my options when they disappeared down a side alley.
It was now or never. I pressed the throttle, the thumping of my heart all but drowning out the sound of the engine. As I drew level the girl turned and for the first time our eyes met.
I motioned her to stop and jumped from the van Have you just been in the 7 Eleven near the beach? I asked, hoping she did not detect the nervousness in my voice.
She nodded and whispered Yes sir a look of alarm and puzzlement spreading across her face.
I produced my identity badge and held it before her long enough for her to read the bold type. Im a private investigator and have reason to believe you have stolen from the store I said, trying to sound as stern as I could.
Shaking her head she stammered her innocence But I..no.I never stole anything sir, I bought these holding up a bag of candy.
Sorry, I dont believe you, you will have to come for questioning and to be searched by a female officer I said pointing her towards the van.
But my mom will wonder where I am she replied, I have to be back by 5oclock.
It wont take long I assured her, and if your innocent youll be home in good time, now get into the van.
She hesitated, shaking her head. I said if you dont get in Ill call the cops and they will take you downtown.
Ok, but please dont call the cops, my mom will go nuts she pleaded.
As she stepped up into my van, her shorts stretched tight across her round butt just a few inches from my face. My dreams were on the verge of coming true.
I drove quickly but carefully, the last thing I needed was to attract the attention of a traffic cop. My watch showed 4.30. If it was true that she was expected home by 5, I had plenty of time to be long gone. I reasoned they would go looking for her before calling the cops and that would be at least two or three hours away.
Whats your name I enquired and how old are you?.
Samantha Jeavons she sniffled, Im 12.
You ever stole anything before?
She began to sob I never stole anything, where you taking me?
To headquarters, now stop crying, if you aint been stealing theres nothing to worry about.
By now I had made the freeway and rolled along just above the limit making good progress. As I left the city limits I could sense my beautiful little captive getting increasingly concerned.
How much further?
Not far now.
20 minutes passed and by now she was getting really agitated. I think she sensed that not everything was as it seemed and that she was in serious trouble.
I dont believe you mister she wailed I want my mom.
Shut up I barked, realising the pretence was over. Do as your told or I will hurt you real bad, understand .
This seemed to frighten her and she went quiet for a time but when I had to slow behind a big rig she made a grab for the door and I had to pull her back. There was still some traffic around and I was afraid she would be able to attract attention. Something had to be done.
I exited the interstate onto a country road and then a dirt road; I parked up behind some trees.
Panicking, she began to hit me, flailing with her small hands. I grabbed her and tried to hold her down but she was proving more of a handful than I had expected.
Despite her struggles I managed to drag her into the rear of the van. It took quite an effort but I managed to force her into a sitting position against the inner strap rails before snapping her wrists into the handcuffs already hanging there.
Next I ball-gagged her, but not before the feisty little bitch had managed to sink her teeth into my finger and draw blood. My reaction was to slap her hard across the face, making her cry out. I had hoped none of this would have been necessary, that she would have been compliant. I had however tried to cover every eventuality, and it had always been a possibility that she would resist. It was precisely for that reason I had set up the restraints in the back of the van.
Realising the futility of struggling she now slumped dejectedly, sobbing quietly, tears staining her pretty face. I have to admit to feeling some sympathy for her at that moment. She was helpless, totally at my mercy. I didnt really want to hurt her but knew it would be necessary. It wasnt her as a person I wanted so very badly; it was her 12-year-old body in all its untouchable glory. The kind of virgin body that had driven me to distraction over the years. And if she had to suffer along the way then so be it.
If you were not so fucking gorgeous, you wouldnt be here now I told her, illogically suggesting the blame for her predicament lay entirely with herself.
I picked up a towel and wiped away her tears, stroking her cheeks, studying her face. I dont want to hit you again, but I will if necessary and next time it will really hurt I told her so are you going to be a good girl for me?
Without looking up she nodded sullenly. Thats better I said it makes things easier for both of us.
I cupped her chin in my hand and lifted her face so she was looking straight at me. She looked so perfect it was all I could do not to ravish her there and then, but that was for later, so now I contented myself by placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Then I blindfolded her.
She remained quiet for the rest of the journey and some 2 hours later I bumped along the track leading to the farmhouse. It was now more than 3 hours since I had taken her and despite listening intently to the radio in the van, there was no report of a missing girl. Not that it mattered now I thought elatedly; there was nothing at all to connect me to any disappearance. I was home free, a hundred and fifty miles away with my prize and no one had a clue.
Promise not to struggle I asked, releasing the cuffs. She nodded and I undid the gag, making her cough as she gulped in air.
I led her into the house and down the stairs into the cellar that had long been prepared for this moment. I removed the blindfold and as she stood with her back to me taking in her surroundings. the wicker chair, the small table, the washbasin and the king size bed with rope restraints at all four corners.. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her in to me. She tensed and tried to pull away but I held her firmly, kissing her neck, whispering words of reassurance in her ear. That young body against mine felt wonderful but I was not yet ready to taste her delights, I wanted the moment to be perfect, I needed to clean up and so did she.
I asked if she was hungry, she shook her head but when I asked if she needed a drink, she nodded. I fetched her a soda and told her to sit in the chair. She sipped at the glass, suddenly raising her head and looking at me. What are you going to do to me? she said, a tremble in her voice.
Well, were going to make love, just like grown ups do.
But thats wrong, Im only 12 and youre a big man she whimpered.
No honey, its not wrong, in fact its so very, very right, Im going to show you what becomes of 12 year old girls who tease big men like me.
Your going to kill me, I know you are she said, beginning to sob uncontrollably.
I will only hurt you if you dont do what your told. I walked over to her and stroked her hair. Taking her hand I led her to the wash-basin.
Now you clean yourself up and Ill be back in a while, ok I told her .
She stood at the basin motionless. I picked up the soap and placed it in her hand. Now you clean up yhear. If you dont I shall be angry so are you gonna do it? She nodded reluctantly and as I left the cellar and climbed the stairs I heard the sound of running tap water.
I locked and bolted the door to the cellar, went to the bathroom and took a shower. As I soaped myself I pondered on what I had done. I had snatched a gorgeous young girl from the street and now she was imprisoned in my home, available to fulfil my every perverted desire. It had all been so easy and made me wonder why I had waited so long to put into practise what I had always dreamed of. Soaping my cock I realised it was erect and hard like never before, and little wonder.
It was time. I unlocked the door and descended the stairs. My little prisoner sat in the wicker chair staring at the floor. Looking up, seeing I was naked, she quickly averted her eyes. She no longer looked dishevelled and had combed her hair. The elastic ring holding her ponytail had been removed and once more her silky hair hung around her shoulders.
I sat on the bed and told her to come and stand in front of me. She did not move.
Come here right now I said, raising my voice.
I dont want to she said Youll hurt me.
I really will hurt you if you dont come here I snapped .
She rose slowly and walked over to me. Take off your top and shorts I said.
She spoke, pleadingly Please mister, do I have to?
Yes you do unless you want to get hurt real bad.
Still she made no move. I rose from the bed threateningly. It was enough; she undid the bow of her top and pulled it over her head. Her little white bra contrasted with the tanned skin and I marvelled at the gentle but distinct swell of her immature breasts above the lace trim.
Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of the shorts, she pushed them down. Lifting first one leg then the other she stepped out of them. My eyes feasted on her bikini style panties, white with a red trim at the waist and legs.
My cock was by now fully erect and I couldnt resist giving it a few strokes as I gazed at the vision before me. I had to stop quickly otherwise I would have spurted there and then.
I told her to lie face down on the bed. She complied and I straddled her. Resting on my hands, I lowered myself until I was pressing against her panties. As I proceeded to move against her, the feel of my cock against her firm ass cheeks beneath the soft cotton was wonderful. Later I would know her ass far more intimately.
Turning her over I could see the inviting mound of her vulva. I decided I could wait no longer to see her completely naked. Take off your bra and panties
Please mister she said in a barely audible voice, dont make me do that.
Do it, take them off I said. The girl shook her head, her snivelling turning to heavy sobbing.
I was too aroused by now to stand for any more prevarication. I turned her over roughly and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She struggled and began to scream loudly. Shut up and keep still you little bitch I yelled as she continued to thrash about.
Deciding enough was enough I dragged her up the bed. I forced first one wrist then the other into the loop of the ropes attached to the headboard before sliding the slipknots tight.
Her legs continued to kick and thrash about but I managed to secure first one then the other to the restraints at the foot of the bed. Despite now being spread-eagled and helpless on her back, she continued to buck and scream.
Her screaming was really getting to me so I slapped her hard across the face. This only served to make her screams louder. Taking a ball gag from the bedside cabinet I grabbed her by the hair and forced the ball between her teeth. Slipping the strap behind her head I adjusted the toggle tightly, pulling the red ball even deeper into her mouth. She looked wonderful with teeth bared and lips curled back. It may have been painful for her but it was beautiful for me.
Her cries were now muted but her nostrils flared as she continued to snort her defiance.
Shortly, either through exhaustion or loss of will, she lay still, her only movement being the rise and fall of her stomach and chest. The defiance in her eyes, red from weeping, now became a look of resignation and fear, a fear that was well founded. Any compassion I might have felt for this child was by now swamped by unadulterated lust. I would use the girl in every depraved way I saw fit.
Taking some scissors from the cabinet I cut off her bra and panties. The panties were soaked; sheer terror had made her wet herself. Standing back, I took in the incredible sight before me on the bed. A completely naked twelve-year-old girl, shackled, gagged and totally helpless. It was the realisation of a dream and the culmination of years of frustration; frustrations that would soon be vented on this pubescent body in every way imaginable.
First I kissed and tongued each tiny pink nipple. They hardened discernibly as I did so.
Then I engulfed her tennis ball size tits with my mouth and sucked, revelling in their firmness.
I looked up at Sam. Her eyes were closed as she lay in complete subjugation to my desires.
My lips slowly moved down her body. I paused momentarily to tongue her belly button. And then my mouth was on her mound. She was not completely devoid of pubic hair, a few wispy strands sprouting from her vulva.
Moving my head to a position between her thighs I inspected her pre-teen slit just a couple of inches from my face. The first sign of labial flaps protruded from around the cunt lips and the clitoral hood was surprisingly prominent for one so young.
Reaching out I pressed back the hood revealing the tiny red nub of her clit. As I did so I felt her react with an involuntary jerk. Her reaction and the prominence of the hood led me to suspect that her fingers were no strangers to her clitoris. My masturbatory fantasies had always included images of preteens fingering their immature cunts, so I decided to find out if Samantha was indeed a covert masturbator.
Drawing myself up along side her I asked do you play with yourself when youre alone in your bed at night? No answer, so again I posed the question. She grunted something indiscernible through the gag and shook her head.
You tell me the truth now I said I can tell by looking between your legs, and if I find youve been lying to me, I will make you so fucking sorry. Now, Ill ask you again, do you play with yourself?
After a moments hesitation she nodded, sobbing gently. Youre a sexy, dirty little girl Samantha, aint you? I asked. aint you? I shouted. She nodded in agreement, sobbing more loudly.
Satisfied, I moved my head down between her thighs once more. I pushed my nose into her slit and inhaled. Although not pungent there was a urine mustiness. I began to tongue her and detected a distinct bittersweet taste not unlike almonds.
My tongue flicked back and forth teasing her clit. I felt the tiny button begin to swell under the attention I was giving it. She began to jerk her hips. I slipped my hands beneath her butt cheeks and pulled her cunt hard into my face.
Now I was lapping away in earnest. My nose was pressed against her clit and my tongue was well inside her cunt. Vaginal juices flooded my face as she became increasingly aroused. I looked up and could see by the heaving in her chest she was breathing hard. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes tightly shut.
Suddenly she let out a grunt and her body bucked. She was in the throes of orgasm. Her legs thrashed then went rigid and I could feel the tension in her muscles as the spasms engulfed her young cunt.
My cock was oozing pre-cum and I was desperate for release. I inserted my index finger into her butt-hole and felt her ass muscles clench. I withdrew and sniffed my finger. No smell of shit, just the same mustiness I had detected before.
Loosening the restraints, I turned her onto her stomach. I reached over and took the Vaseline from the cabinet, smearing it along my cock. Roughly I parted her butt cheeks and smeared some more onto her puckered hole.
With one hand under her belly pulling her upwards, I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed. At first there was some resistance, but with a little effort my cock head slipped in. It was incredibly tight and Samantha moaned through her gag.
Slowly I pushed deeper until the whole of my not inconsiderable cock was buried in her asshole. She was squealing in agony but I didnt give a fuck, I was experiencing the most amazing feelings as I slowly pumped in and out. Her degradation and pain only served to add to my pleasure.
My balls were slapping against her vacant cunt as I violated her preteen shit tube. With every stroke I could feel my climax getting closer.
Then I could hold back no longer. I crushed her to me, the fingers of one hand buried in her cunt, and the others digging into her tits. I could feel my cock spitting streams of hot semen deep into her anus as I convulsed. I was jabbing violently at her ass then holding for a second before jabbing again.
With a final grunt I was spent, collapsing on top of her small body. As I regained my breath she lay beneath me weeping softly.
I climbed off her. There was a mixture of blood and spunk on my cock, on the bed, and around her cunt and butt. I wiped my cock on the back of her thighs. Releasing her from the ropes and removing the gag, I threw her a towel and told her to clean up.
That night I took her from the cellar and had her in my bed. All her fighting spirit and defiance had long since left her. As I used every hole in her body she offered no resistance. I fucked her mouth and made her swallow every drop. I fucked her cunt, my cock head 8 inches deep inside her virgin womb. There was a lot of blood. This sight only made me fuck her harder next time. I tongued and kissed her brown eye before once more shafting her shit box. Eventually, exhausted, I tied her hands and feet and fell asleep with her in my arms.
It was around eleven thirty next morning when the first report of a missing girl came through on the radio. The reporter said there had been a definite sighting some 50 miles to the South and police were concentrating their search in that area. I smiled; we were 150 miles to the North.
Samantha remained my sex toy for a further 4 days. Years of pent up yearnings were vented on her body. Her cunt and asshole were so sore and torn she could barely stand. Her once pristine little tits were covered in suck bruises and bite marks. I felt totally sated.
On the fifth day I sat on the veranda and considered Samanthas future. I decided she didnt have one. This was a change from my original plan, which was to dump her in the next state. I thought of how she and all the other pre-teens flaunted themselves in their tight tops and short skirts. Their coy glances to see if they were being looked at. They knew precisely what effect they had on men like me. But they just carried on with their jutting little tits and round butts thinking they were untouchable. Well, someone had to demonstrate to them there could be consequences. I would make an example of her.
She died quietly really. While she slept I put my big hands round her slender throat and pressed on her windpipe with my thumbs. A feeling of incredible power swept over me. I knew this would not be the last time.
In her final moments she opened her eyes and stared at me. She knew all right. There was little resistance. Maybe she wanted to die. Apart from a couple of involuntary kicks and some gurgling, she slipped away with hardly a whimper.
In death, eyes bulging and tongue lolling out, she looked strangely beautiful. I bent and kissed her on the cheek. Thank you Samantha I said.
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