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Faith Chastity Myer
by Anonymous Author (1994)
***
Jack is a vicious power freak and when he gets his
hands on young Faith Myer he never intends to let her
go. (M/f-teen, nc, rp, 1st, oral, anal, tor, bd)
***
Author Note: Please, if you can't tell the difference
between fantasy and real life, don't read this
perverted little piece of work.
***
She was absolutely beautiful. Not very old, however,
maybe thirteen, but beautiful nonetheless. She was
thin, but not skinny, flat chested, with slender hands
and fingers and long, shapely legs. Her neck was long;
her nose slender, her eyes a warm brown, and her smile
was white and straight. Her hair was a lustrous medium
brown, spilling in light waves nearly to her slim
waist.
Every time he saw her, she was in her school uniform.
A white short-sleeved blouse under a navy blue vest,
with a navy blue skirt that swept to just above her
knees. She always wore high heel pumps, either blue
suede or white, and judging by the sheen on her legs,
pantyhose were the norm for her.
***
He waited until the bus was out of sight and she had
begun her trek up the road to move in. There was
poignancy in this moment that he came to realize. It
was the last time she would ever get off that bus, the
last time she'd ever make that trek up this road.
His hands were shaking. He kept patting the gun on the
seat, glancing back at the ropes and gag for later, at
the handcuffs for now. In a few minutes she would be
all his.
The weather had gotten warmer and she'd taken the
sweater off, carrying it atop a pile of books in the
crook of one arm. Her purse dangled on the same
shoulder. She'd changed her hair, too, pushing it back
behind her ears and holding it there with two white
barrettes, revealing the small diamond studs in her
earlobes.
She glanced at him as he pulled past her swerved,
cutting her off. He saw her hands go to her mouth in
shock. Then he raised the gun and aimed it at her.
"Get in!"
She hurried over and pulled the door open. "Throw your
stuff in the back seat," he demanded. She threw the
books, sweater and her purse into the back seat and
shut the door, cowering in the seat next to him, pale
but not crying. Her crisply pressed, straight skirt
rode up to reveal a gorgeous length of thigh, and he
resisted the urge to grab it.
The power he felt at that moment was like nothing he'd
ever felt before. Here he had this gorgeous, terrified
young girl at his complete mercy, her eyes fixed on
him, so innocent and pleading, and she was all his to
do with as he pleased.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged, her voice
breaking.
Jack shuddered with delight. For now, he wanted to
hear her plead, beg. He picked up the cuffs and told
her to put her hands out in front of her. She stuck
them out, shutting her eyes as tears began to spill
down her cheeks. He clamped the cuff down on one of
her wrists and told her to cuff the other one behind
her back. It took her the better part of a minute, she
was shaking so badly, but soon the cuff was in place.
Jack started backing out. "Where are you taking me?"
she whimpered.
"Someplace special. Quiet. Just me and you. You're all
mine now." His heart was pounding with excitement now.
She was all his. "What's your name?"
"Faith Myer," the girl sobbed.
"What's your middle name, Faith Myer?"
"Chastity."
Jack thought his balls would explode. "Nice name. You
a virgin, Faith Chastity?"
"Yes. I'm a good girl... please don't hurt me..."
Jack whipped out his cock. He could have sworn it
grew. Faith let out a little gasp and turned her head
away. "Look at it, Faith! You ever seen one before?"
Faith nodded. "Where?"
"In...a movie... in school," she hiccupped.
"Know what it's called?"
"A p-p-penis," Faith sobbed.
"It's called a cock, Faith! A cock! Know where I'm
going to put it, Faith? Tell me!"
"I-In m-my v-vagi--"
"In your cunt, slut! I'm gonna stick it in your virgin
cunt! Say it!"
"Y-your g-going t-t-to stick it i-in my v-v-v-virgin
c-c-cunt," she sobbed.
"Where else am I going to put it, Faith?" Jack
demanded.
"I d-don't know," the girl whimpered.
"WHERE ELSE, FAITH?"
"I don't know!" the girl screamed.
"I'm gonna put it in your mouth, Faith! I'm gonna make
you suck it! I'm gonna put in your ass and assfuck you
until you bleed!"
The girl screamed and collapsed back against the seat,
sobbing. "Please.... no..." she begged.
Jack was loving every second of this. Such power!
"You bet I'm gonna, Faith. You're so fucking good-
looking and sexy I'm gonna do it again and again! I'm
gonna touch you and kiss you and feel anything on you
I want, and YOU CAN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT! What do you
think about that, Faith?"
Faith didn't answer. She was curled up against the
door, sobbing her eyes out. She shouldn't waste it,
Jack thought. I'll give her LOTS to cry about later!
He grabbed her bare thigh, making her scream. "You've
got great legs, Faith. How old are you, SLUT?"
"E-Eleven," Faith sobbed.
Jack held the gun in front of her face. "How scared
are you?"
"Scared!" Faith screamed. "Don't kill me!"
"You want to live? Huh?"
"Yes!"
"Then stay scared! If I even think you really like
this, I'll blow your fucking head off!" He grabbed her
head and pulled her mouth against his, shoving the gun
up under her skirt so it pressed against her cunt. She
shivered at its touch but didn't try to pull away.
Jack pushed her off. "Now sit still! You belong to me,
Faith. You got that? YOU BELONG TO ME! Nobody can help
you! Nobody!"
Faith cowered down in the seat, sobbing hysterically.
Jack wanted to make her suck him off right then and
there, maybe even pop her cherry. But he'd been in one
place too long. Somebody might stop to see if he was
having trouble.
He started to drive. It was half an hour to his
"hideout" where he planned to take her. Faith
continued to sob loudly, her head resting against the
door, just under the window.
Her skirt was still halfway up her thigh, teasing him.
He put his hand on top of her thigh and ran it up to
her panties. The girl squealed and closed her legs.
"Open you fucking legs, CUNT!" he screamed at her.
Faith quickly opened her legs, squirming a lot and
sobbing harder as he fondled her virgin middle.
Jack wanted to slap the girl. He wanted to hurt her,
but he didn't know why. At the same time, he didn't
want to damage her. He wanted her to be fresh and sexy
for as long as he could keep her that way.
"P-please st-stop," Faith begged. "I have to pee!"
Jack drew his hand away. He didn't want her to pee her
panties. He wasn't into golden showers. "You hold it!
You piss and I'll kill you right here!"
He left her be the rest of the way. He didn't want to
scare her and make her piss all over. That would ruin
things.
He soon reached the secluded cabin that was to be his
home for as long as he wanted to keep Faith. He got
out and hurried around to the other side, pulling the
girl out. Clamping a hand tightly over her mouth, he
forced her inside and locked the door behind him.
"You still have to pee?" he snarled.
Faith nodded emphatically. Jack pulled out the key to
the cuffs and took them off. "Alright. Take off your
skirt and your pantyhose and I'll take you to the
bathroom.
Whether out of fear or need, Faith quickly did what he
told her. When she stood only in her blouse and
panties, he told her to put her shoes back on, picked
up the skirt and led her by the arm to the bathroom.
"You pee. Don't wipe it off with toilet paper. Use the
washcloth on the sink. Clean yourself up good. Then
put your skirt back on and get your ass out here!" he
snapped.
Taking her skirt, Faith ran inside. He wanted to
watch, but not this time. He wanted her pussy to be a
pleasant surprise. As it was, her white cotton panties
showed him it was flat and probably VERY tight.
A few minutes later Faith returned, smoothing her
skirt.
Her sobs had quieted a little, but she was still
crying. Jack grabbed her by the throat and slammed her
against the wall.
"Go back in there and blow your nose and wash your
face!" he demanded. "Now!"
Jack let go of her and she scrambled back into the
bathroom. When he returned she was crying harder, but
looked a little better. Grabbing her by the arm, he
dragged her toward the bedroom, where he planned to
keep her.
Faith's eyes widened when she saw the bed--it was
obvious she knew what he was going to do. Just for
fun, he pushed her backwards onto the bed. "Lie
still!" he snapped. "You fucking move and I'll choke
you to death!"
Faith lay very still, her arms out at her sides and
legs spread slightly. She had her eyes shut tightly
and looked about ready to scream.
"Say, please don't fuck me," he told her.
"P-Please d-don't... d-don't... touch me," she sobbed.
"I won't."
Her eyes opened. He grinned. "I'll just rape the shit
out of you!" He threw himself on her, pinning her
wrists and sealing his mouth over hers. She had soft,
firm lips and her mouth tasted sweet. He thrust his
tongue in as far as he could, grinding his crotch
against hers. He could feel her little heart pounding
against his chest and loved every second of it.
Climbing off the girl, he hauled her up by one arm and
propelled her over to a nearby chair. He spun her
around, pinned her arms, and smacked her on the ass.
Faith let out a cry and shivered against him.
"That's just a warning," he told her. "I want you to
sit in this chair and don't even think about moving
until I come back. You move and I'll hurt you a lot
worse!" He shoved her into the chair and stepped out
without looking back, secure in the knowledge she was
too scared to try anything.
But just in case, he'd deliberately left a phone
nearby--one that wasn't connected. If he caught her
trying to use it, he'd use that as an excuse to hurt
her more.
Out in the car, he got the ropes and gag and all of
her stuff. He carried it back inside, only to find her
still sitting in the chair, showing no sign of having
moved.
She was sobbing quietly, her head hanging, hair over
her face. "Please let me go, I won't tell," she
begged.
"Shut up, cunt!" Jack snapped. "That's your name from
now on. Cunt! I want you to say it!"
Faith didn't raise her head. "Cunt."
Jack slapped her on the side of the head. "Look at me,
Cunt. Tell me how much you like this. Tell me you
deserve this."
Faith shook her head. "No!"
Jack slapped her again, harder. "Tell me!"
"I like this. I deserve this," Faith sobbed.
He stepped behind the girl and pulled her wrists
together behind the chair. "Please don't tie me up. I
won't try to get away!" she pleaded.
Jack ignored her and tied her wrists. He made sure the
ropes weren't too tight, then bound her ankles. "You
have great legs, Cunt. I'm going to have a lot of fun
with them." He moved around behind her again and
yanked a kerchief between her jaws, knotting it behind
her head. Pulling the girl out of the chair once more,
he gave her ten hard slaps on the ass, making her
scream each time, then shoved her back. Her pretty
face was red and she was panting hard through the gag.
Reaching down the front of her blouse, he slipped his
hand inside her training bra and pinched one of her
nipples.
She screamed in agony, her whole body going stiff. He
guessed they must be developing and therefore quite
sore and sensitive. Good. He would make her pain
something to remember.
He removed his hand and went over to the bed. It
didn't take long to rifle her through purse -- she
didn't have much. Five dollars and a picture of her
family, along with a library card. No makeup or
anything else.
He looked at the picture. It appeared Faith had a
younger sister, just as pretty, but much younger. He
held it up to her face. "This your sister?" he asked.
Faith nodded.
"How old is she?"
"Fihhfe," Faith sobbed, muffled by the gag.
"What's her name?"
"FBecky."
"Becky? That's a pretty name. I'm going to get her
too, Faith, and bring her here. Unless you do
everything I want, you got that?"
Faith nodded emphatically. "Good. Now be scared. Real
fucking scared!"
He jammed his hand into her blouse and pinched her
again, making her scream. Withdrawing his hand again,
he headed into the kitchen. He needed a beer.
***
For the next hour he let the girl simmer. His cock got
hard just thinking about what he wanted to do to her.
After a while her loud sobs quieted down and he
decided to move onto the next part of his plan.
Jack had planned well, of course. This was his first
kidnapping--but not his first rape. Working as an
orderly at a mental hospital gave him access to lots
of potential victims. His favorite was a catatonic ten
year old named Kara. Kara had been at the hospital two
years, ever since seeing her entire family die in
front of her.
Jack liked her because she wasn't able to tell anyone
what he did to her. She didn't react to much of
anything--nor could she do anything for herself. She
ate if fed, went to the bathroom but somebody had to
wipe her. Otherwise she'd just lay around and do
nothing.
Kara looked a lot like Faith--long light brown hair
and brown eyes, small and thin, but not skinny. It was
because of that that Jack had been so attracted to
Faith. Unlike Kara, Faith would be quite responsive.
Not that Kara was totally unresponsive. The first
night Jack raped her and stole her virginity, she
cried. Not loud weeping, just tears rolling down her
cheeks, like she felt it. And when he put his cock in
her mouth she would automatically suck and swallow,
though Jack could never figure out just why.
Either way, working there and having Kara to play with
hadn't been enough, but it had given him the means to
plan this out carefully.
He wanted to give Faith maximum pain and terror with
minimal damage. He also didn't want a mess. He'd read
a lot of stories on raping little girls and stuff, but
most of them missed some crucial points. Little girls
were prone to throw up, piss or shit their pants when
they got scared. Jack was used to all three--you got
it a lot, working with mental patients--but he didn't
want that with Faith.
It was easily remedied, of course. He'd clean Faith
out beforehand. He had what he needed to do it. He
even planned to break the girl's hymen before he raped
her to keep the blood away.
Stepping back into the bedroom, he lifted the shaking
girl from the chair and cradled her in his lap. Gently
he pressed her head to his shoulder and stroked her
hair. It was all part of the mind games he intended to
play with her.
"I'm going to untie you, Faith," he said gently. "Then
you're going to take all your clothes off." He felt
her start to shake even harder. He gave her a gentle
squeeze. "Shh, now, I won't hurt you. I won't even
look. I'm going to give you some special panties to
wear, and a shirt. If you're a good girl, when I'm
done you'll take a bath and then you can go to sleep.
Okay?"
His gentle tone calmed her a little. He slid her onto
the bed and went over to the closet, where he'd stored
a t-shirt he thought might fit her. The final item was
a pair of rubber pants with a whole in the back; they
were designed to fit girls about her size. The hole
was for enemas.
He untied Faith and turned his back while she
undressed. He didn't want to see her nude until he
raped her. "Have you had a period yet?" he asked.
"No," she answered softly.
"Hurry up and get that stuff on. That hole in the
panties goes in back."
A few minutes later she announced she was dressed. He
looked her over, admiring the way the rubber pants
hugged her tiny middle and slender hips. Grabbing her
arm, he took her into the bathroom.
The first thing he did was pull a tampon out of the
medicine cabinet. "Stick this in your pussy. It'll
hurt the first time but get used to it because all
girls gotta do it sooner or later."
Faith took the tampon questioningly, then turned
around and pulled the front of the rubber pants down.
He watched her hands move, inserting it, gasping a
little.
"It hurts," she told him. "I can't go any further."
"Push it. I want you to tear your hymen."
"Do it or I'll get a knife and do it!" he snapped.
Shaking, Faith pushed harder. Not satisfied with her
progress, Jack reached around and gave her hand a
shove. She screamed and nearly fell as the tampon's
plastic applicator tore her tender hymen in half.
Holding her around the waist, Jack told her to pull
out the applicator and throw it on the floor. She did
as she was told, leaving the tampon itself in place.
Jack snapped the rubber panties back into place and
turned her to face him.
Kneeling down, he ran his hands up and down her legs.
They were baby smooth--not even the lightest of hairs,
like most little girls had. "You shave your legs,
Faith?"
"N-No. My mommy lets me wax them."
"She's a smart mommy. She must have wanted me to do
this.
When did you wax them last?"
"Last night," Faith admitted.
"Good girl. Now get down on your knees and face the
toilet."
Shaking, the girl got down. Jack took a bottle of
syrup of ipecac from the medicine cabinet and measured
a small amount on a spoon. He made Faith drink it
down, then held her head when a moment later her
stomach lurched and she started vomiting.
She vomited twice and dry heaved for a few minutes,
then sagged weakly against the toilet. Jack pulled her
to her feet and made her wash her mouth out, then gave
her some mouthwash and a toothbrush and toothpaste to
finish up. While she did that, he prepared a warm,
soap and water enema.
Taking her back into the bedroom, he made her lie face
down. The hole in the panties was wide--he could see
pink asscheek peeking through. Greasing up the tube,
he fingered her a bit until he found her tiny asshole,
then slid the tube in. Faith gasped a little at the
discomfort as the tube slid up into her bowels and the
warm, soapy water filled her.
It didn't take long before her abdomen bulged and she
was moaning in pain. "It hurts!" she wailed after a
bit. "Stop!"
Jack slapped her head. "Shut up, Cunt! It's you or
your sister, got that?"
Faith immediately quieted down.
***
He left the enema in for the better part of half an
hour, then took her into the bathroom and let her go.
She sobbed with relief as her bowels emptied, only to
cry harder when he dragged her back to the bedroom and
applied an ice cold water enema to finish cleaning her
out.
While she lay moaning, he drew a warm bath for her and
piled her clothes up. It was getting late now; just
after six. He didn't think she'd be on the news yet,
but he wanted to see later. Just in case.
After her second cleansing, he had her remove the
tampon and take a bath. He was pleased to see she
hadn't bled much.
He left a blow dryer for her to use on her hair, then
went out to watch the news. As he'd thought, nothing,
unless he'd missed it.
He watched the world news and then a stupid comedy
after that, and Faith still wasn't out of the
bathroom. He heard the hairdryer going so he decided
she must be drying he hair. Maybe he'd pay her a
little visit.
He didn't bother to knock on the bathroom door. He
just shoved it open. Only Faith wasn't there.
He felt a momentary thrill of panic, then realized she
couldn't have gotten out; the back door was dead-
bolted, and she'd have to get past him to get to the
front. Which meant...
Dashing into the bedroom, he found her frantically
trying to dial the phone. The minute she saw him she
screamed and dropped the phone, backing into a corner.
He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her hard
against the wall, then flung her onto the bed.
"Fucking cunt! I told you to cooperate!" Grabbing her
by the shoulders, he shook her hard. "I should fucking
kill you!"
Faith screamed hysterically. She didn't try to fight
him, he noticed, a sure sign she was terrified.
Pulling her to her feet, he yanked her hands behind
her back and tied them again. "Please don't kill me!"
she wailed.
"Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he screamed at her,
grabbing her around the waist and slapping her ass
again, three quick slaps. Shoving her back into the
chair, he tied her ankles next. It was time to teach
her a lesson.
Stepping back, he unzipped his pants. Whipping out
this thick, 10" cock, he showed it to the terrified
little girl. "Open wide, Faith! And you even think
about biting this, you're dead and so is your sister!"
Lower lip trembling, Faith opened her mouth as wide as
it could go. Grabbing the sides of her face, Jack
slammed his cock into her mouth, shoving it so far it
went into her throat. Faith gagged fiercely and
struggled so hard she nearly tipped the chair over.
Jack held her head until she managed to keep his cock
without choking. He pulled back and plunged in again
and again, the girl's hot, wet mouth and whimpers
driving him toward a fast, massive orgasm.
His head was spinning by the time he came, the ecstasy
was so great. He rammed his cock back into Faith's
throat and held her head pressed into his abdomen,
making the little girl take his whole load down her
throat, then suck him clean before he withdrew.
Faith began choking and sobbing as soon as he pulled
out. "I hate you!" she screamed at him. "I hate you, I
hate you!"
Jack slapped her lightly across the face. Just hard
enough to sting. "Watch your mouth, Faith! You love
what I just did! You want more!"
"NO!" Faith screamed. "Leave me alone!"
Her terror was too much for Jack. He felt positively
giddy with what he'd done to her and with what he yet
planned to do. Grabbing a thick handful of her hair,
he jerked the little girl's head back so she had to
look up at him.
He sealed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue
in. Faith gagged and made no effort to kiss him back.
In time, she would. The worst of her humiliation
wasn't over. After he'd raped her to his satisfaction,
he'd make her give herself to him. He doubted she
would enjoy it, and if he even though she did, he had
ways of punishing her.
Reaching down inside of her blouse, he tweaked her
nipples. Her little body jerked each time in response.
Drawing his hand back out, he began to stroke his
thick cock. He was ready to come again.
He pulled away from the girl's mouth and held her head
still while he jerked off in front of her. Faith tried
to squirm away, and he gave her hair a jerk, making
her sit still.
"Here it comes, cunt!" he screamed, spewing his thick
load all over her pretty face. He wiped it off and
made her lick it off of his fingers, enjoying every
second of watching her do it. Never did he think it
could be this great!
"Tastes good, huh?" he laughed. "Want more?"
"NO! Leave me alone, please!" Faith begged.
"No way, cunt. You're all mine."
"I want to go home," Faith pleaded. "I WANT MY MOMMY!"
"Tough shit, cunt." Jack yanked the gag between her
teeth again and tied it. He wasn't done yet. He went
into the kitchen and searched the drawers until he
came up with two snap-on clothespins. Returning to
Faith, he opened the little girl's blouse and pushed
up her training bra. Her little boobs barely stood
out. Her nipples were tiny and pink, not even erect.
Jack lowered his head and sucked on one, then the
other. They were obviously very sensitive; a flick of
his tongue brought them erect. Just for some more fun,
he pinched them, making Faith squirm and whimper with
pain.
"See these?" he asked, holding up the clothespins.
"All for you, Faith. Watch."
He spread the clothespins and pushed them against each
nipple. The girl's eyes grew wide and she shook her
head violently. She definitely didn't want that!
Laughing, Jack let the clothespins snap shut. Faith
screamed so loudly, the gag was barely enough to
muffle it. The little girl began to squirm violently,
trying to shake them free, which she couldn't, of
course.
Jack found himself getting hard all over again. He
briefly considered taking out her gag and face fucking
her once more, then discarded it. Nor would he touch
her pussy--yet. He'd save that for later.
He lifted the girl out of the chair and threw her on
the bed face up. Viciously, he pulled the clothespins
off of her swollen nipples and started to jerk off.
Faith shut her eyes tight.
This time he came on her tits, gobs and gobs of cum
he'd never thought possible. Laughing, he rubbed it
into her skin, ignoring her moans of agony as he
rubbed her extremely sore nipples.
"Yeah, that's terrific," he chuckled. "Real good."
When the last of his sticky cum had been rubbed it, he
pulled her bra down and buttoned her blouse, then
flipped her over, with her legs hanging off the bed.
He pulled off his belt and smacked the girl's ass with
it, the loud CRACK of the leather against her tender
behind, protected only by her panties and skirt, had
him hard again in no time.
One more thing to do, he decided, before he got some
rest. Giving the girl's ass one more hard swat, her
pushed her skirt up and drew her panties down,
revealing the tightest, cutest little rosebud asshole
he'd ever seen.
"Just wait here," he teased. "I'll be right back."
***
Jack deliberately took a long time in the bathroom,
getting the KY jelly. While he was there, he filled a
syringe with a small amount of sedative. For later.
Back in the bedroom, he surveyed his young victim. She
looked so tender and helpless, hands bound behind her,
skirt pushed up and panties down, ankles tied. Her
little body was wracked with sobs.
He knelt down, running his hands over her bare thighs
as he tongued her tender ass. She shivered, whether
from pleasure or disgust he didn't know. He was
enjoying himself too much.
He slipped the neck of the jelly tube into her tiny
sphincter and squeezed, filling her insides with the
gooey stuff. Faith squirmed as it entered her, her
sobs softening but sounding no less frightened. When
the tube was empty, Jack stood up, spread her tiny
asscheeks, and put the head of his cock at her
opening.
Faith tensed. "Yeah, do that. I want it to hurt a
lot!" he laughed, pushing his cock in. Despite her
tightness, the jelly eased the way. As his cock
entered the little girl's hot inner rectum, Faith
gasped.
He pushed himself all the way in, then pulled out and
shoved back in again, as hard as he could. Faith
screamed and buried her face in the bed covers as Jack
pounded her tight, once virgin ass fiercely. Jack knew
she secretly loved every minute of this and pounded
her harder, never quite letting his dick slip out of
her super-tight, lubed asshole.
When he finally came, he did so way up inside of her,
dumping thick, hot load after load deep inside of her
bowels. Slipping his hand around her slim hip, he
lightly fingered her flat, as yet unseen, virgin
pussy. When the little girl responded by collapsing in
a limp heap, sobbing, Jack knew she was spent for the
night. Jack pulled out and smiled admiringly at his
softening, yet clean, cock.
Much as he hated to admit it, he was bushed. It had
been a long day and tomorrow would be even longer. Not
only him, but for Faith as well.
He rolled the little girl over onto her back and
gently inserted the needle into her arm. Faith's eyes
slid closed quickly, the sedative and exhaustion
taking over. Jack untied her and removed the gag, then
her shoes and skirt. He left her nothing but her
panties. Tomorrow night, not even that.
Slipping the girl under the blankets, Jack laid down
next to her. Let her sleep now. She'd need it for
tomorrow night.
DAY 2
Early the next morning Jack awakened Faith and made
her dress. She was considerably more submissive than
she had been yesterday, but no less frightened.
After she dressed, Jack tied her hands again. "You
hungry, Faith? You want some fucking breakfast?"
Faith nodded. Tears crept down her face.
"Here, have some!" he shouted, ramming his cock into
her mouth. He face-fucked the girl for a good ten
minutes, making her swallow his load--her "breakfast."
The girl choked and gagged the whole time and
afterward, knelt sobbing in front of him while he
gagged her.
Unfortunately, Jack had to work today. But he'd
planned for that, too. Pulling the girl to her feet,
he led her over to the closet, which was empty. Inside
he'd built a low wooden bench which he sat her on. He
tied her ankles together and grinned at her.
"This'll keep you," he told her. "Now, you gotta go to
the bathroom or anything?"
Faith shook her head. "Good. 'Cause you'll be in here
all day, got that? This'll keep you." He went into the
kitchen and returned with a sports bottle filled with
cold water, which he sat next to her. There was enough
room for her to bed down and sip from it, despite her
gag. "You get thirsty, there's water for you. I'll see
you in, oh, eight or ten hours." Laughing, he shut the
door on her and headed to the bathroom to get ready
for work.
He stopped once more before he left to make sure she
didn't need the bathroom, then headed off to work.
Time seemed to crawl by. Once or twice he was gripped
by the paranoid feeling that she might have gotten
away, or worse, that someone had seen him take her.
The noon news had a story on her disappearance, tucked
neatly at the end right after the sports--typical,
Jack noted. Missing kids rarely ever attracted much
attention.
Jack practically ran to his car when his shift was
over. His balls ached and his cock was throbbing for
Faith's tight snatch. No more waiting. He was going to
rape the little girl for everything he was worth, all
night long...
***
Faith cowered when he opened the closet door. Jack had
dropped his pants, his rock hard meat sticking out,
pointing at her like an accusing finger. "Suck me,
whore!" he demanded, removing her gag. "Suck me and
I'll let you go now!"
Faith leaned hesitantly forward, her eyes on him as
she took his cock in her mouth. Tears streamed down
her face, tears of humiliation. She slid a little in
and started to suck, but it wasn't enough to please
Jack.
Grabbing her head in both hands, he raped her mouth,
jamming all 10" of his thick cock down her throat and
forcing her to suck him that way. Faith choked and
gagged, her small body heaving as she fought to
control herself, and finally, suck him off.
When she had finished and the last of his cum was
safely down her throat, Jack gagged her once more and
removed his pants. "Party time, babe," he chuckled.
He flung the sobbing child onto the bed and reached
under her, unzipping her skirt. He drew it off slowly,
watching her white panties as they peeked out at him,
then were wholly exposed, the only thing left covering
her tender virgin mound.
"This won't hurt at all, Faith," he told her, his
voice seductively cruel and kind at the same time. He
rubbed his hand over her tender mound, feeling it
through the fabric of the panties, as Faith squirmed
and squeaked and whimpered. Then, ever so slowly, he
pulled them off.
Her pussy was perfect--flat and hairless, with just
the slightest trace of pink on the outer lips.
Hungrily Jack lowered his mouth and began to lick her
there, her squeaks and whimpering turning to soft
moans of unexpected pleasure as he tenderly probed her
delicate mound.
He only suckled her for a few minutes, long enough to
make her wet. He didn't want to her to have an orgasm.
He didn't even want her to KNOW what an orgasm was. He
just wanted to make the going easier--for him.
He slid up over her, guiding his cock with one hand to
the opening of her tiny hole. Faith stopped moaning
and looked at him, as if for the first time realizing
that the terror was far from over.
Faith's eyes widened as he pushed in, just a moment's
hesitation before she screamed agonizingly through her
gag. Jack pushed with all he had until he was buried
to the hilt inside of her tight virgin cunt. Her
screams were too much for him to bear; they excited
him to no end. Grinning like a madman, he pulled out
and slammed back in, enjoying her pain.
He'd never imagined it could be so good--it was one
thing to fuck a catatonic girl, quite another to fuck
one who could feel it and react. Faith's cunt clamped
around his cock like a vacuum, urging him to come in
her.
He stared at her eyes as he pushed himself back into
her. They were huge now, full of pain and terror, not
a trace of any other emotion in them. Every inch of
her body was tense, her legs stuck straight out and
rigid. He felt his cock slide up inside of her and
withdraw again, maintaining a rhythm that brought
pleasure to him and pain to her.
"I like hurting you Faith!" he howled, "your pussy is
sooooo tight! I bet Becky's is real tight, huh?"
Faith squeezed her eyes closed and screamed louder
than ever. It might have been NO, it might have been a
cry of agony. Jack didn't know, nor did he have any
reason to care. Ass quivering with the sudden force of
his orgasmic pleasure, he shot his hot load deep into
her.
Jack collapsed on top of the little girl, panting and
grinning and feeling almost totally satiated. He'd
raped her, fucked her hot, tight cunt for what it was
worth, but it wasn't over just yet. No, he had more
humiliation in store yet.
He pulled out of the little girl, slowly, feeling the
way her tensed fuck muscles squeezed the last hot jism
from his cock. Faith immediately rolled onto her side
and drew her legs up in a fetal position, a feeble
attempt to protect or even comfort herself, in Jack's
eyes.
"I'M NOT DONE YET, FAITH!" he screamed, forced her
face down and working her ass up in the air, spreading
her legs. Grabbing her slender, shaking hips, he slid
into her from behind.
Faith emitted a surprised gasp, then resumed sobbing
as he slid into her violated cunt again. Jack pounded
her a few times, then got another idea. Picking up the
rope he'd used on her ankles, he pulled it around her
neck and held it in one hand like a rein. Faith
started choking as he pulled it tight while sliding
in, holding it there until the girl sounded almost
ready to pass out, then releasing it when he pulled
out of her. He did this again and again, bringing her
to the brink of unconsciousness, then releasing her
when he pulled out.
"YEEHA! RIDE'M COWBOY!" he bellowed as he came again,
pulling the rope as tight as he dared. Once more he
brought her into the breach, then let go. The last
time she collapsed onto the bed, gasping and sobbing
and trembling uncontrollably.
"Yeah, baby, that was great," Jack breathed. He left
the girl lay there while he went to shower. "I'll be
back, cunt!" he swore.
***
When he returned half an hour later, Faith still lay
face down on the bed, quiet, but her body quivering
almost uncontrollably. Jack rolled her over, grinning
maniacally.
The girl stared back at him with a look of absolute
terror. She'd bitten down so hard on the gag, it was
almost severed in two. Still grinning, Jack raped her
again. This time, she didn't last. She just passed
out.
Ten minutes after he finished, Jack lay next to the
girl. Much as he wanted to, he could take this no
further. She'd hit the brink; next thing, she'd start
accepting it. Maybe even like it. And he didn't want
that.
Pausing only to dress, he lifted the girl's limp form
in his arms and carried her out to the car. Faith's
little ordeal had come to an end, but his fun had just
begun...
EPILOGUE
Jack came to work a week later feeling exuberant, full
of life. He wasn't the least concerned that anyone
would find out what he'd done. Nor that they would
catch him if he chose to do it again. Nothing had
happened during the time he'd taken to rest up, and he
didn't think anything would happen now.
He waved good morning to the a couple of nurses and a
fellow orderly standing at the coffee machine as he
passed by, stopping long enough to pick up his room
keys at the nurses' station.
While he was there, Dr. Humboldt, the chief
psychiatrist, walked up to him. "Good to see you back,
Jack." He grinned. "I made a rhyme."
Jack nodded, silently wondering if Dr. Humboldt wasn't
really a patient who'd escaped at some point and
nobody noticed.
"We have a new patient in your wing. She was just
brought in two days ago. Total catatonic."
Dr. Humbolt put a hand on Jack's shoulder and led him
down the hall to a room that, last week, had been
unoccupied. Through the little glass window, Jack
could see a young girl with long, brown hair sitting
with her back to the door, staring out the mesh-and-
glass window.
"She's a rape victim, that much we know. She wasn't
badly marked up but she must have gone through hell.
She won't talk, she hardly eats. She doesn't even seem
to recognize her own family. She's like little Kara
Michaels."
Jack nodded. He was already getting hard. Another
catatonic to play with! How much better could this
get?
"Well, I'll leave you to, um, get acquainted," Dr.
Humboldt said with a smile, then walked off.
Jack unlocked the door and stepped inside. The girl
didn't react at all to the squeak of his shoes on the
floor, or the sound of the door shutting behind him.
He walked around to the other side of the bed and
looked at her face. A slow, sick smile crept across
his lips as a hint of recognition filled the girl's
brown eyes.
"Hello, Faith."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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