From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
Reply-To: an138013@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignette 1/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff)
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:05:54 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <041341Z04081995@anon.penet.fi>

   A.S.S.  Name: Nightmare Vignette 1 (Threat)

   Archive Name: NMV1.txt

   Lewdness Level: Extreme

   Contents: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff

   Threat

   A BLACKWIND Vignette







   Melissa Collier and Courtney Beeler thought the abandoned storehouse
would be a perfect place to play.  It was big, built out of cinderblock and
steel beams, with a huge, open area and three smaller rooms, each with its
own door.

   The girls did what little girls do.  They explored the place.  The first
two small rooms were empty, just dust and some old newspapers.  The third
one contained a couple of battered chairs and a cot with a matress.  Under
the cot they found a beaten up suitcase.

   Being curious, they opened it.  Inside were hundreds of pictures, all of
little girls like themselves.  Some were naked, some with clothes on or
only some clothes on.  Some were bound and gagged.  In most of the
pictures, there was a naked man, and he was lying on the girls or had their
faces pushed against his crotch.

   "What's he doing?", Courtney asked.

   Melissa didn't answer her friend, but she knew the answer.  Melissa was
ten, three years older than Courtney, but also her best and only friend. 
There weren't many other kids around to play with, their age.  Being older,
Melissa knew more.  She knew about this because her parents had taught her.
She knew it was called rape and that it hurt and was bad.

   She tried to explain it to Courtney, but the 7 year old couldn't
comprehend.  Melissa put the pictures back and shoved them under the cot.

   They returned the big room and sat down to play with some dolls they
brought, but Melissa was not into playing.  The pictures had upset her and
she wanted to go, but didn't want to upset Courtney.  They weren't supposed
to play this far from home and if Courtney got upset or mad, she might tell
and they'd both be in trouble.

   The entire time they played, Melissa's eyes kept traveling to the huge,
partly open sliding door that led into the storehouse, which was set on the
end of a long, dead end road miles from their homes.  She kept expecting to
have the man in those pictures come in.

   Melissa was a smart girl and had a good memory.  She had noticed that
all the girls in the pictures were not average, but all very pretty. 
Melissa and Courtney were very pretty, as well.  Melissa was tall and
slender, though no taller than five feet yet, her hair a light, shiny brown
and worn long, down past her shoulders.  Today she had it pulled back with
a banana clip.  Her eyes were a soft brown, her face and body tanned by the
summer sun, with a light smattering of freckles across her cute nose.

   Courtney was a head shorter than Melissa, but slender as well.  Her hair
was dark brown and curly, down to her shoulders.  She too, was tanned, and
had brown eyes like Melissa, and more freckles.  Her cheeks were round and
she had a pert nose.  On this day both girls wore cutoff shorts and
t-shirts, so there was much to be seen of them.

   A noise outside the door startled Melissa.  "Stay here", she told
Courtney, and approached the door with her heart in her mouth.  She risked
a look out, and saw nothing.  With her heart beating wildly, she stepped
outside.

   The area was open up to the woods and the road, desolated except for the
remains of a few foundations of other buildings that had fallen down over
the years.  She looked around carefully and was about to go back inside
when a hand suddenly clamped down over her mouth.  A knife was pressed
against the slender throat as her head was jerked back.

   "Don't scream or struggle, little girl, and I won't hurt you", a man's
hoarse voice whispered into her ear.  "And don't cry, either."

   Melissa choked back the tears of fear threatening to flood her eyes. 
She was forced to walk backwards, the knife at her throat and a hand at her
mouth, to the side of the building.  She felt sure she'd be raped.

   The man told her to close her eyes, and then his hand was lowered.  She
felt him grasp her firmly between the legs and let out a startled whimper.

   "Now listen to me.  You two shouldn't be up here, got that?  This is my
place.  Nobody comes here but me.  You seen the pictures?" Melissa nodded.
"Good, then you know what I do to little girls.  Especially pretty ones,
like you." He kissed the side of her neck.  "Right now, I ain't in the
mood. Now tell me your name and your little friend's name."

   "Melissa Collier and Courtney Beeler", Melissa whimpered.

   "How old are you two?"

   "I'm ten, Courtney's seven", she answered.

   "Now tell me where you live.  And don't lie or I'll cut your throat."

   So Melissa told him.  He asked for a lot; not just her address, but
Courtney's, their phone numbers, their parents names, where her own bedroom
was in the house, where Courtney's bedroom was in her house, what time
their parents went to bed, and how many brothers and sisters they had.

   Both of them were only children, so it wasn't hard.  Melissa told him
everything, truthfully.  She was that scared.

   "Now listen.  You get your friend and get the hell out of here.  Got
that?  Don't tell anybody you were here or what happened, not even your
little friend.  I'll know, 'cause I'm going to watch you.  Tonight when you
go to bed, I want you to leave your window unlocked.  You got a dog or a
burglar alarm?" Melissa shook her head.  "How about Courtney's house?"
Again, Melissa shook her head.  "Good.  Now a few more things.  When you go
to bed tonight, I want you to sleep in a t-shirt and your panties.  Nothing
else.  I want you to blindfold yourself, too.  And you better do it,
because I'll be watching.  You won't know where.  And if you don't do what
I say, I'll get you and you can count on it."

   "I'll do it", Melissa promised.

   "Bet you will.  Now pull your shorts down and don't give me any trouble
about it!"

   Fingers shaking, Melissa undid the buttons and zipper on her shorts and
pulled them down, leaving only her light pink cotton panties.  She felt the
man slip the blade up the side of her hip and cut the band of the panties
on each side, taking them off.  She expected him to do more, but he didn't.
"Pull your shorts up", he told her.  "And remember this: I want to see you
and Courtney in shorts the rest of this summer, got that?  Like these or
shorter.  I want to see bare leg, and lots of it, right down to your
ankles. No socks.  If you don't do what I say and I see you I'll hurt both
of you.  Got that?"

   Melissa nodded.  "Alright.  Now haul ass.  And if you ever come back
here again, next time I won't be so nice.  Now get going and don't look at
me!"

   Melissa took off at a run.  She didn't dare risk a look back.  Hurrying
inside, she gathered up the dolls and grabbed Courtney's hand, pulling her
out.  Courtney started arguing with her.

   Scared but still able to think, Melissa told her she'd seen a bear. 
That was enough for Courtney, who took off like a shot.  Melissa didn't
look back.  She was afraid the man would see her.  She knew she'd keep her
promise, and she knew he would come to her house tonight and maybe rape her
in her own bed.  But she was too scared of him to tell anyone.
   It was going to be a long summer.