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Kidnapped Schoolgirls
By Blackwind (address withheld)

***

Two second grade school girls are kidnapped and turned 
into sex slaves for men. (F+/gg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, 
bd)

***

Note: Extreme content warning. This is a sick fantasy 
and should be read only by people who can distinguish 
right from wrong. It is recommended that readers have 
at least two shots of whisky before proceeding.

***

It had been a hot, dry spring in the Midwest and the 
fields and roads showed it. Clouds of dust marked the 
passing of cars or a breath of the wind, and added an 
air of desolation to the world about.

On that early May morning it was cool, cooler than it 
had been. Melissa Coleridge and Kristal Harper both 
commented on this as they made their way to the bus 
stop.

The two second graders also looked warily around them 
as they walked. Since the school district had run low 
on funds, many of the bus routes had been cut down and 
the kids had been forced to walk, sometimes up to a 
mile, to catch the bus. This was not why the girls 
looked around so warily, however. Six young girls had 
disappeared since mid-April, all young, pretty girls 
like themselves.

Normally Melissa's father would have given them a ride, 
just to be safe, but he was busy today, as were 
Kristal's parents. Besides, her mother had reasoned, 
all the girls had vanished from a nearby county, not 
here.

Kristal stopped to look around anyway. She was the 
younger and smaller of the two girls, seven to 
Melissa's eight. She was pretty, four feet tall, sixty 
two pounds. A slender girl with a pretty, freckled 
face, creamy white skin, blue eyes and thick, wavy 
golden blonde hair that played about her shoulders and 
grew to her waist.

"Will you come on!?" Melissa urged. "We'll be late." 
She pulled her best friend along with her. Melissa was 
as pretty as Kristal, an inch taller but the same 
weight and build. Her face was oval and spattered with 
freckles, her eyes brown. Her hair was dark mahogany 
red and almost straight, and fell to her waist, like 
Kristal's.

Kristal let her friend lead her. Melissa had always 
been the braver of the two girls, but not by much. She 
wasn't scared of disappearing like the other girls.

"What if somebody tries to kidnap us?" Kristal asked.

Melissa rolled her eyes. "Kris, there's two of us. 
We're safe that way. Buddy system." She flashed a white 
smile.

"Now come on." She started off again.

Kristal stared after her a moment. Melissa's family 
were one of the better off farmers in the area, and 
Melissa showed it. She wore a red short sleeve dress 
that stopped at mid-thigh, with a white sweater over 
that, hanging open.

On her legs were clear pantyhose, which Kristal's 
mother felt a little girl didn't need, and white 
slippers. Kristal herself wore a white short sleeve 
blouse, a short denim skirt with a belt, orange sweater 
and white slippers. Both girls carried white shoulder 
purses and had their schoolbooks clutched to their 
chests.

Melissa turned the conversation elsewhere, and the 
disappearances were soon forgotten. Neither girl, then, 
noticed the cloud of dust coming up the road behind 
them.

Nate had been watching the girls since they left their 
street a few minutes back. Their youth, as well as 
their looks, had caught his attention. He'd licked his 
lips as he stared at their long, slender legs, thinking 
how nice that tender flesh would feel pressed against 
his hips as he slammed into them.

He nodded to the others in the van. There were six, 
including himself: Carl, Pete, Tony, Rich and John. The 
past few weeks had been good to them, almost. He looked 
at the little bundle under the blanket, between the 
seats.

She'd been too young and fragile. She'd died... before 
her time.

He started the van, signalling the others to get ready. 
It was party time.

Melissa heard the van coming before she even saw it. 
She pulled Kristal off to the side, already cringing in 
anticipation of the dust cloud it would kick up when it 
passed.

But it didn't pass. Instead it skidded to a stop on the 
road, kicking up a cloud of dust that blinded both 
girls momentarily. When Melissa looked again, there 
were men coming out of the back doors, straight toward 
her and Kristal.

Melissa screamed and threw down her books, trying to 
run away, but it was too late. A strong arm encirlced 
her tiny body and a strong hand clamped over her mouth, 
silencing her screams.

Melissa kicked and struggled. Another man had Kristal 
around the waist, his hand over her mouth. Kristal 
wasn't fighting him, however; she wasn't the type to 
fight. Melissa saw the man force her into the van.

Melissa kicked down hard, hitting the man's knee. He 
cried out and jerked her head back, snapping, "Stop 
fighting or I'll break your neck!" Melissa stopped, her 
courage evaporated.

The men pushed both girls face down in the back of the 
van, which was lined with blankets. None too gently 
they yanked the girl's hands behind their backs and 
bound them.

The doors closed and the van started off.

"Leave us alone! Let us go!" Melissa pleaded. Her 
abductor boxed her ears, making her cry out. A moment 
later a cloth was pulled into her open mouth and tied 
behind her head. More rope was bound around her ankles. 
She looked over at Kristal and saw the same had been 
done to her friend.

The men hauled the girls up and shoved them into a 
sitting position against the van wall. Melissa saw the 
men rifling their purses, pulling out wallets with 
library cards and tubes of lipstick. Kristal started 
crying, so Melissa did, too. The men ignored them, 
searching their purses.

"Which one is Melissa?" one man asked. He was big, ugly 
and blonde. Melissa nodded. He looked at Kristal. "So 
you must be Kristal. Pull your legs up!"

Both girls had been sitting with their legs 
outstretched. Hurriedly they pulled them up, causing 
their skirts to slide back and reveal not only thigh, 
but a flash of panties that clung to their tight 
behinds.

"Now you listen up and listen good. You'll do 
everything we tell you to, got that? You don't have to 
like it and I don't give a fuck if you do. You resist, 
you scream, you try to get away and I'll beat you black 
and blue. Got that?"

Both girls nodded, crying even harder. The blonde 
haired man grabbed Melissa's arm and shoved her down 
onto the van floor. The little girl screamed and he 
slapped her. That quieted her a little, down to muffled 
sobs. The man flipped her skirt up and tore her panties 
off while a horrified Kristal watched.

"Give me the jelly," the man demanded. "Don't want to 
hurt her too much."

From where she lay, Melissa watched him take down his 
pants and hold out his cock. She'd seen one before, 
when she'd accidentally saw her father in the shower. 
This one was bigger and thicker. She watched the man 
squeeze some Vaseline out of a tube and rub it up and 
down the length of his shaft. The man turned around and 
put the end of his cock against the lips of her tiny, 
hairless slit. His hands pressed down on her shoulders 
and she felt pressure between her legs. He was going to 
put it in her!

Melissa shut her eyes, but she could feel him pushing 
into her. It hurt, worse than anything. The pain got 
worse and she felt like she was being stretched and 
split in two. She cried out but the gag muffled it. The 
men were laughing and shouting. Kristal was crying.

She felt something tear inside of her. Pain filled her 
middle and made light dance in front of her eyes. She 
screamed and screamed, but the men didn't care. The man 
on her was moving back and forth now, fast then slow, 
then he thrust in, moaned, and she felt his cock 
jumping in her.

Then it stopped and he pulled out. She could see blood 
and something white on his glistening cock. Then he got 
off and another man took his place.

Kristal shut her eyes so she couldn't see the men hurt 
her friend. She could still hear Melissa's screams 
though. They went on and on.

Then she was being put on the floor. She opened her 
eyes and saw Melissa next to her, eyes half-closed. One 
of the men was wiping her legs and slit off with a rag, 
cleaning up blood. Melissa was sobbing. In a flash, 
Kristal's panties were torn off. She felt cool air waft 
across her bare slit. She looked up as the blonde hair 
man pinned her shoulders down and lowered himself to 
her. Then he was pushing, and it was hurting, and she 
was screaming.

Kristal felt it push inside of her. She felt her hymen 
tear and watched as her blouse lifted, her abdomen 
rising as he penetrated her womb. Then he stopped.

"What the fuck you doing?" one of the men asked.

"Give her a chance. She didn't fight me. I'll be nice 
to her." He pumped slowly. It hurt, burning Kristal's 
insides, but it also sort of felt good. When the man 
pulled out the feeling got better, then the pain took 
over when he moved in. But the feeling was still there. 
Kristal felt stretched and tried to shift, but her legs 
were still tied.

Again and again the man went in and out, slowly. 
Kristal still screamed, out of fear more than pain. 
Then she felt him swell inside of her and something 
warm, barely noticeable, filled her. She closed her 
eyes when he pulled out, but not soon enough to see 
that she, too was bleeding.

She felt nothing but pain as the other men raped her. 
By the time it was over she was exhausted and barely 
able to even emit a whimper. She rolled her head to 
look at Melissa, who had by now drifted into 
unconsciousness. A moment later, she joined her.

Kristal was shaken roughly awake. She was forced into a 
sitting position, next to a bleary eyed Melissa. The 
van had stopped, and outside the windows she could see 
trees.

The blonde haired man was kneeling over a bundle under 
a blanket between the front seats.

"Just want to show you something," he said. "This is 
what'll happen if you don't cooperate." He pulled the 
blanket back.

Underneath lay a girl, no older than either of them. 
Her skin was a pale blue color. Her eyes were closed 
and she wasn't breathing. She wore no clothes, either, 
and Kristal immediately knew they had killed her. She 
immediately got sick.

"Shit!" one of the men shouted, catching the girl by 
the shoulders and propelling her toward the back door. 
He yanked her gag down and flung the door open just in 
time, as she vomited all over the ground.

She felt another pair of hands take her shoulders, 
holding while dry heaves wracked her and she sobbed. A 
wet cloth was wiped over her face, then somebody was 
thrusting a jug of water to her lips. "Wash your mouth 
out," she was told. She took a drink from the jug, 
swished, and spat. Then she did it again. The a hand 
shoved a breath mint in and she was pulled back, the 
gag left down.

Kristal closed her eyes as the men carried the dead 
girl out. She couldn't know that the girl hadn't been 
meant to die; she was asthmatic and had suffered a 
severe asthma attack when she was being raped. All the 
same, she was dead.

Once the dead girl was gone, the van took off again. 
The blonde haired man came back and sat down next to 
her. She didn't look at him.

"My name's Nate," he told her. His voice was gentle, 
but he still didn't seem very nice. "You still sick?"

Kristal nodded. 

"Still hurt?" Nate asked, and she nodded. 

"It'll get better. You just have to cooperate and 
pretty soon you'll like it. Then we've got some men who 
want to try you. They'll pay us a lot of money for a 
little blonde like you."

"Let me go," Kristal whispered.

"Can't do that, sweet thing. You're worth too much, you 
and your friend. So get used to it." He got up and went 
to the front of the van.

Not more than five minutes later they stopped again. 
Suddenly the two of them were being lifted and taken 
out of the van. Kristal looked around and saw an old 
barn, a farmhouse and acres of overgrown fields. Then 
she was carried inside.

The farmhouse was sparsely furnished but liveable. Nate 
dropped Kristal onto a couch, while the man with 
Melissa and two others carried her upstairs. Nate and 
the others turned to Kristal, grinning...

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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