DO NOT LET THEM PLAY OUT AT NIGHT

BY LIKO

At the time I was 13 and my little sister 11. We leaved in quiet
middle class rural neighborhood, with no history of violent
crimes. Since most parents thought it was safe children often
played for fours outside without supervision and only returned
home well after dark.

The day this incident happened I had a lot of homework and could
not go out until late in the evening (around 8) by ten all my
friends had gotten to their home tired. The only other child
still out was my sister Lisy. Lisy has always been quite the
tomboy, always trying to prove to the boys she is at least as
good as them in any and everything.

Since I still did not feel I had by daily dose of fun, I asked
our parents if we could stay out "just a little longer, please!"
After Lisy back me up, mother relented making us promise to be
careful before letting us go play again.

As there were just two of us many potential games were out. In
the end we decided to pretend to be secret agents exploring enemy
territory. Meaning go to the local children hidden play area an
old War II shelter in the nearby woods. Parents though it was
dangerous and they were always telling kids not to go there, but
since when do children listen. So armed each with plastic gun
(for me a rifle, for her a water gun), flashlight and
toy-walkie-talkie we set off.

As we were approaching the old shelter my sister started to get a
bit scared by the time we arrived no longer wanted to go in the
dark, dump building. With a calling out to me: "I will patrol the
premises!" she hustled away from the entrance. To be honest I was
scared too, the place looked nothing like it did during daylight,
but as it had been my idea and I did not want to appear a
cowered. So I went in.

Before I was too much in I smelled burning fire. Deducing that
some other kids must have sneaked in too, at first I felt relived
and hurried in, the suddenly stopped sneaky prank coming to mind.
Turning the flashlight off I crept in towards the firelight.

It was quite a large fire, but only one person tending it. As
whoever it was sitting with his back to me I managed to crept
closer without being noticed. Once I was satisfactory close I
jumped up leveling my toy rifle and shouting "Do'nt Move!"

The surprised person slowly started turning, but one I saw his
face it was my turn to turn pale-it was a stranger, grown up to
boot. Before I could start stumbling out an excuse I felt a great
weight falling down on me, saw the ground rushing to meet my face
then – darkness. I could not have been more then two-three
minutes out, but when I come-to I was already hog-tied on the
ground with a dirty rag stuffed in my mouth, my possessions on a
pile next to the fire.

Two strangers were sitting next to the fire and debating what to
do with me. Now I have a chance to look at them. The one I
previously saw was a bit short, but nobody who took a better look
could mistake him for a child. Children did not have face hair or
so much muscles, nor any child he seen had that many face scars-
or could look that vicious without even trying. The other adult
looked normal proper high unremarkable face, at least until one
saw his eyes. While the first man had a hard, cunning gaze his
companion eyes shone with cruel malice. "You did not have to slam
his so hard, Bill. He is just a kid."

Bill: "Partner, at the time all I could see was somebody pointing
a gun at you and I reacted. Or you rather I left you get
captured?"

'Partner': "Do not make it sound like you did it because you like
me.

You just need me if you want to stay out of the hands of the
coopers."

Bill looked angry, but did not deny it.

'Partner':"… just as I needed you to pick the lock of the cell.
Like it or not we need to stick together, at least for now."

Bill threw the other man a dirty look promising future
retribution. If the short man noticed it he gave no indication."

Bill: "in any event, Griss we still have to decide what to do
with the fucking brat." Griss apparently did not like the
nickname, but let it go instead turning to look at me. Seeing
that I am awake, he approached.

"Do not worry kid, you cooperate and we would not hurt you." He
said while squatting next to me.

"Much"-added up Bill with cruel tone and smile to match.

"So kid are you the only one around?" continues Griss.

"Are there any more stupid mother-fucking bastards out there?"
piped in Bill.

I shook viciously my head I silent-'No!', my sister was out but I
was not about to tell them that.

"In that case we make a deal we could not …" before he could
finish the walkie- talkie came on: "Red phoenix, are you there?
Red phoenix, come in!" That was my code name in case you have not
guessed.

Bill started: "You miserable lying little" only to be cut of by
his partner who did not sounded too pleased himself: "Latter,
Bill. Latter."

Griss quickly grabbed the toy by the fire and send back: "We got
Red Phoenix, if you want to see him again come inside alone and
unarmed."

Bill unhappy: "Griss, you sure this gonna work? The kid is
probably half the hill down by now."

Griss not worried: "Unlikely they take this seriously. You never
played make-belief as a child?"

Bill smiling nasty: "When I was growing up, when I said :"move or
I kick you ass" you better move or you will be looking for your
teeth."

Griss, not impressed: "We should hide." Then he slipped in the
shadows. What seemed like an eternity but could not have been
more then five minutes, Lisy walked in and saw me. I was trying
to desperately cry out: "Run! Bring help" but nothing coffering
get passed the rag.

Bill came at my surprised sister from behind, wrapping one of his
hands around her, the other clapping the mouth. Lisy however did
not freeze but immediately bit down on his fingers. Hard. Hard
enough to draw blood. In surprise, he let her go and she run
towards the exit.

But before she could make it the girl and my hopes were brought
down Griss, who tackled by sister to the ground. While he was
hog-tying her Bill continue to curse and suck his bleeding
fingers, then took out not-too-clean handkerchief and wrapped it
around them. He then came toward Lisy murder in his eyes: "Little
man, I will make you wish you never been born."

Griss calmly: "No."

Bill outraged: "No!? The miserable bastard nearly bit my bloody
fingers off! I will not be able to them for at least a week!"

Griss: "I not trying to deny you your revenge. Just wanted to
point out this child is probably a girl."

Bill looked skeptical. "Really? The brat look like a boy to me.
Bites like one too."

Griss sat down and slap one hand of my sister unprotected crouch,
the rubbed it up and down extracting a moan of displeasure from
her before saying: "Remarkably flat crouch for a boy"

Bill eyes shone with malediction: "Even better. Listen you
miserable little slut, I will fuck you until your hearth goes
out. OH we would have such a good time together."

Griss: "No."

Bill trying to be diplomatic: " Old Grizzly you. I did not know
you swing both ways. You like them young too, doncha? Do not
worry there is plenty of her for both of us. We can share."

Griss: "I mean if you are going to do this you will have to make
it on your own." Bill: "I did not know you are such a pussy."
Taking out a knife with his left hand: "You wanna do it? Come on
prove me wrong."

Griss while putting his right hand in his pocket: "'ove to, if I
did not needed you."

"But if you feel so confident you can take me. With ONE hand!" at
this the short man's arms come up is boxer's pose, only there was
a brass knuckle on his right hand instead of a glove. "You are
welcome to try."

Bill no longer so certain of himself, put back his knife and
asked: "But why, there are plenty of places around to hide this
brats bodies!"

Griss: "A disappearance will tip off the authorities that we are
in the area, something we cannot afford. Plus if we get cough
right now they will give us five to ten for jailbreak. However,
if they find out we raped and killed two kids the best we will be
looking is life without parole."

Bill took a moment to digest that. Then said: "But Griss, if we
leave those brats go, the coopered will be after us even faster
then I could pick a lock."

Griss: "Then we have to make sure that they do not squeak on us.
That they are too scared or embarrassed."

Bill with evil grin: "I may know just the thing." The pair
quietly got together and discussed something for a minute.

Bill: "First the boy. Hey help me retie him."

The two of them came and untied my legs. Griss was holding me
face down, while the tall male then went to pick my toy gun.

Bill: "Do not think I have forgotten you lied to us, prick! Now
you see why people do not mess around with us!" At this he lined
up and shoved the toy's narrow end up into my ass. It hurt! It
hurt so badly! As he continued in and out twisting to the side
making me feel like I been assaulted by a giant screwdriver
something else happened, which I did not immediately notice- I
was getting a hard-on. It never has happened like this before. I
mean I had couple of dreams, and it sometimes it grew when I got
excited about something like a new toy, but never like this. It
was totally unexpected, at least for me. The two man apparently
has expected this to happen. Bill stopped his ministrations, took
the toy out, only for as long it took to break off the muzzle and
reinsert it back. Next they flipped me up making me sit with the
back of my thighs in contact with the floor toy gun piece pushing
still up and in, making me bend painfully forward.

Bill exited: "Bring the girl next!" While Griss went to do that
Bill took the opportunity to run his uninjured hand up and down
my small shaft making it throb. "Enough of that!" Griss was back
with Lisy, who looked like she was trying to wake up from a bad
dream- and failing. I hopped they will go easier on her as she
was a girl after all. I did not wish her to have to experience
what I just had. My wish comes true-not quite.

The two adults quickly retied her hands to the front and each of
her feet so it was touching the corresponding thigh.

Griss: "The two of them look quite alike" turning towards me
"Your cousin?" I shook my head. "Sister then." He concluded: "Not
that it matters."

Griss then carefully lowered Lisy butt first into my lap, while
Bill took a hold of my rod and guided it in her small asshole.
Gravity did the rest. Griss then lift her up a bit then let her
drop down. Once the initial shock passed, Lisy started bemoaning
her abused orifice. At that point I could quite well imagine what
she was going through. I desperately tried to relax, but just
could not. Eventually though the short man grew tired, or just
bored let her stay down. My sister's feet were straddling outside
of mine own, as a result of her weight being mostly placed on my
tights I could not bend my feet up and my rod was buried to the
balls in her. It also meant that she was leaning back to minimize
the pain, leaving her exposed crouch open and accessible. Bill
quickly took advantage of this moving closer to examine it.

Griss disapproval: "I though we agreed not to do this."

Bill: "Do not be so stiff. I just want to show her a good time."
He puts some spit on his fingers and tries to push them in. this
new assault apparently proves too much for Lisy for a thin but
strong yellow jet started to come out. Bill tried to jump back,
but as he tries to favor his right hand he slips and falls
catching quite a bit of urine before he manages to roll away.
When he came back up the taller man was vivid with rage, and
Griss had to hold him back or he would have gone for my sister's
trough. Once he had his rage under control, he approached us
again. Showing caution he stood out of 'fire' ark coming from the
side. Bill then took my sister hair with his left and turn her
head so he could meet the frantic child's gaze. "SO you like to
piss off people, EH?" he shook her head up and down "Yes. Well so
do I. Let me return the favor… trough your brother." He then
looked at me. "You do not feel like taking a piss right now, do
you?" I shook my head-of coarse not. "Well I could fix that."
Ending with nasty grin. He then went to retrieve four large
bottle of mineral water hidden out of sight.

Bill then took out my gag and ignoring my protest shove a plastic
container in my trough, water started pouring in and some went
the wrong way. Bill took out the bottle out and waited for my fit
of coughing to subdue before commenting:"You are supposed to
swallow." I did not get the jock at the time, but apparently
Griss did, because Lisy latter told me he smiled a little at
that."

Next time I tried not to take any water, but Bill just held my
nose shut until I have no other choice but gulp for air ending in
another attack of coughs.

"Kid" he started "you either are gonna swallow as much I think
you can hold and then some, or you could risk drowning." I never
imagined I could drink so much water, by the time he was
satisfied I felt as if I had just drunk a river.

Bill: "But, of coarse if your are going to do your sister a
favor, she should return it."

Seeing that I do not get it Griss explained: "There are good
favors, kid and there are bad favors."

Bill added: "Guess which kind I had in mind."

The tall guy then forced my sister to gulp nearly as much water
as I had. Then he settled his attention again focused on her
exposed snitch. When he touched her uterus (she said afterwards)
few droplets of urine dripped out, but the girl needed more time
to refuel. Bill then ask his partner to " spread her up", which
the shorter man did. Griss seeing Bill's face dripping with
malice: "Do not do anything rush. If she does from blood lost it
will be as bad as if we killed and buried her."

Bill: "Do not worry. You know me I am self-control itself."

Griss: "I DO know you, that is why."

Bill took out… an ordinary needle. He said to his partner. "I
will make sure she will not be comfortable "going" for a while."

Lisy desperately tried to close up, but the men were too strong.
While Griss hold her immobile Bill inserted the needle couple of
times in and out her urethra putting small but extremely painful
scratches on the inside. To this day I am not sure if she fainted
or not. The villains then let us be for the next hour or so,
talking around the fire before getting ready to leave. It seemed
like eternity to us trying not to loose control our gladder.
While my hard-on has passed times ago I dared not try to pull
out. As I was the one who has not peed for the longest time, I
was the one who started loosing the battle first. Few droplets at
a time started to escape; Lisy felt it too for her whole body
would perk up the every time it happened.

Before leaving Bill apparently unsatisfied with the slow progress
came and punched me in the stomach. I immediately lost control
filling with urine my sister's back passage forcing her to let go
as well. The shrill cry she made even gagged would haunt me for
months. Finally satisfied Bill cut our bonds an we fell exhausted
still connected. Bill turn our connected bodies so I was top said
"Remember brats, if you tell anybody, that you was us tonight you
will also be telling them what happened here." Then he cruelly
yanked out the plastic piece imbedded in my ass making me black
out for the second time that evening. When I came to Lisy was
cradling my head in her lap.

Me: "I am sorry, I am sorry Lisy. I never meant this to happen. I
never…"

Her :"I know. But it did."

Me: "How will you ever forgive me?"

Her: "It was not your fault."

The she told me it has been more then an hour since I lost it.
She had used her already soaked with urine skirt to clean herself
up after purging herself outside. Her shirt she used to clean me
up. As result she was almost completely naked.

At this point I had recoverd enough from my pain in the ass to
inquire if her bum does not hurt (Stupid of me I know, but based
on her words she been up and around, while I was not sure I can
stand) "It does hurt" she said, "but luckily your thing. Is not
very big.' (I had a bit of mixed feelings about that) Once I
finally managed to regain my feet Dshe shyly told me she needs my
help.

Me: "Anything!"

Lisy: "I .. I need ……..I need you to help me pee." That was one
of the last things I expected her to say, right next to "That was
fun, lets do it again!"

But after she explained with much embarrassment, that every time
she her urine comes in contact with the damages area near her
opening it would cause her to nearly black out as well I
understood. The way we did it was: Lisy would lie down face up; I
will hold her wrist in one hand and with the other push on her
stomach. Even though I tried to do it as gently as possible the
first time one of her flailing in pains legs hit me hard on the
head and make me sit down cross eyed for a while. It took another
quarter hour before she could feel enough relieve to walk without
bending over in pain. The dirty clothes and broken rifle we left
behind only taking the time to retrieve the house keys before
leaving.

The two of us then make a slow way back towards home, with me
holding on her for support. Our parents were already sleeping
when we came home. If somebody saw a pair of dirty, smelly, naked
kids waking like sailors after one too many, they had held their
peace so far. At least I have not heard anything about it said in
my presence. The two of us spend a long time in the shower first
helping each other to clean up then treating each other injuries.

The next rest of the week we spend home claiming to have
stomachaches. We did not discuss with each other what had
happened with us that night for months trying hard to forget.
When one of us woke in the middle of the night screaming the
other will cuddle him or her until dawn without saying a word.
Not surprisingly neither of us started dating until we are
already in our twenties. On the other hand that allowed us to
focus on our academic life more fully me getting a Masters and
her a PhD before settling down.

We have not spoken of this incident in years. Now we both have
children. We never let them play out at night!

If you read this far and had not felt at least a bit
uncomfortable (And you are not reading this from the slammer)
means: I have to work more on my writings skills.