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Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:14:36 UTC
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BBS Filename: Unlucky #13
Lewdness Level: Extreme
Classifiction: YoungStuff/Extreme Violence
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"UNLUCKY NUMBER 13"
By: Thunder
Contributions and Editing By Sammy Smegma
Part 2 of 2
Then he turned and scooped up Craig's pants, going
through each pocket, dumping things out -- a cheap brown
plastic wallet with raised tooling showing cowboy motifs,
which he opened. "Two bucks and nineteen cents", the man
muttered, pocketing the money. "Lot of money, eh, kid?" He
pulled out Craig's library card next. "Craig Sommers, yeah,
that's you!" That he tossed aside, and finally, Craig's "In
Case of Emergency Notify" card. "Well now, this is
pertinent, isn't it? Let's see, I guess I ought to call
your Mom, Betty Sommers -- your Mom's name sucks, kid!", he
bellowed, "and tell her little Craig's been kidnapped? Yeah,
maybe I should!" He laughed and tossed that aside, as well.
The last thing he took out was something Craig was
proud of, a membership card to the Smile n' Sales Leadership
Club. Craig had gotten it just before last Christmas. Smiles
n' Sales was a Club that went door to door selling greeting
cards; Craig had sold the most last Christmas and had won a
$25 savings bond for his efforts. All that meant nothing
now, as the man ripped the card in half and tossed it to the
floor.
"Sure got a lot of junk in here, kid", he muttered.
"Worse than me."
Shoving his hand into another pocket, he pulled out
the rest of what Craig normally carried -- a plain black comb
(his mother insisted he keep his hair neat -- wouldn't she be
mad now!), some pens, "Hey, I can use these", the man said,
and a keypouch. The man examined these, then tossed them
aside and swore loudly.
"Nothing but a lot of junk", hissed. "Fuck, kid, don't
you got a yo-yo or something?" When Craig didn't respond he
shook his head angrily and scowled at the boy.
The pockets emptied, he threw the pants aside, then
seemed to get an idea and picked them up again. "Yeah,
this'll do", he said, pulling Craig's belt off. Grabbing
the boy's ankles again, he wrapped the belt around them and
cinched it. "There. Now stay put, the fun's just begun!",
he laughed, and dashed out of the office, leaving Craig
alone with his pain and misery.
xxx
Mike's head was pounding, his heart racing like it
always did whenever he had a little boy. He ran back to
the entrance, scooping up his bag of goodies from where he'd
left them, and ran back inside.
He was gone only about two minutes; yet to Mike's
amazement, he found Craig there, hopping slowly and
precariously along on his two bound feet towards the rear
of the building! Mike just stood there, watching in surprise
for a moment, then walked over towards the fleeing boy.
Craig heard him -- he turned and glanced over his
shoulder, a look of anguish on his face; then he began
hopping faster. Too fast: he lost his balance and fell to
the floor with a plop. Mike went over and hauled him up by
the arm. "Sorry, Craig", Mike said. "but I'll have to admit
it was a nice try." He returned Craid to the office and
lowered him to the floor.
Craig lay where he'd been put, struggling a bit, but
still not crying. He did look scared to death, and the pain
from his bound penis -- which was now getting even darker in
color -- was showing on his face. Mike knew it would be just
a matter of time before the kid cracked -- they always did!
Dropping down next to the kid, Mike slipped an arm
around Craig's shoulders and sat him up. The boy was nude
except for his shirt; Mike had deliberately saved that for
last. "That's a nice shirt, Craig", he cooed, carefully
undoing one button and slipping his hand inside. "Mmm,
nice, smooth little boy chest. I like that." He slid his
tongue along one side of Craig's neck. "Mmm... little boy.
A little dirty, but tasty." He continued to lick and kiss
Craig's neck for several minutes, his hand under Craig's
shirt pinching and caressing the boy's nipples. One by one,
he undid each shirt button, moving his hand lower and lower
each time, then he leaned Craig back and began to kiss his
chest, licking at his bare skin as he undid each button
slowly.
He pulled the shirt open finally, exposing Craig's
naked little body. It was a nice body, in Mike's opinion,
not fat but not horribly thin, either -- just right. He had
an "outie" belly button, which Mike thought was pretty cute.
"Hey, look at that, a baby hardon!", Mike laughed, kissing
the little outie belly button, licking it with his tongue.
He could feel Craig shiver -- with revulsion or fear, he
didn't know or care which -- and raised his face, grinning
at the boy.
"Ready to have some fun, Craig?"
Wrapping his arms around the boy, Mike climbed on top
of him and sealed his mouth over Craig's lips, kissing him
deeply. He held the kiss a long time, his tongue shoving
into Craig's mouth and rasping over the boy's tongue. Craig
squirmed a bit, but couldn't dislodge him.
He drew away, smiling at the boy. "You liked that,
didn't you Craig? You want some more, huh?"
He flipped the boy over then, pinning him with one knee
as he undid the rope on the boy's wrists. Grasping the
collar of Craig's shirt he yanked on it, nearly pulling the
boy's arms out of his sockets in an effort to get it off. As
it came free Craig tried to move his arms forward -- trying to
escape, perhaps? -- but Mike was too fast. He caught the
boy's wrists and quickly re-bound them.
"Nice try again, but no escape for you, Craig!", Mike
laughed, and realizing suddenly what position he had the boy
in, pressed his knee into Craig's buttocks. The boy let out a
sharp gasp as his sore, engorged penis was ground against the
cold, hard concrete floor, coupled now with the pain of Mike's
knee against his ass!
It was all too much for Mike. The boy was squirming
furiously -- hurting himself even worse, no less -- but still
not crying; yet the sight and feel of it was getting to him.
Keeping Craig pinned down, he yanked down his own pants and
underwear, his massive hardon springing out of its cotton
prison.
Mike slid his hands over the youngster's naked body,
his fingers kneeding the soft young flesh. Craig lay
squirming, still trying to relieve the pain in his engorged
penis where it grated against the hard concrete.
Wrapping his arms around Craig's waist, Mike hoisted
the boy up, pushing his knees under him so his ass was now
spread nice and wide, ready for entry...
xxx
Bent over, his face shoved into the floor, his
abductor's arms wrapped firmly around his small waist, Craig
could could only grit his teeth and bear down as the man
shoved his cock up inside his buttocks and asshole. Burning
pain filled Craig's rectum as the huge, fleshy member pushed
in, parting the constricting walls of his anus like a
missile boring into him.
xxx
Despite the pain, Craig refused to give in, to scream
or cry, even as the man's huge cock pushed into his abdomen,
each thrust burning and tearing and pounding hard at his
insides. Craig's own little cock ached beyond all belief,
constricted as it was by the wire wrapped so tightly around
it. The little bit of flesh that had gotten caught up in
the twist of wire was really stinging badly; indeed, Craig
couldn't decide which hurt more. Yet he would not give in!
"Oh yeah, oh yeah kid great fucking ass!", his rapist
moaned, his voice more of a thick grunt than a man's voice
now.
Suddenly, the man stopped, thrusting forward in one
great big heave. Craig could feel his attacker's cock
pulsing inside of him, could feel something thick and warm
pouring out into his intestines. For what felt like hours
the man just stayed there, then slowly withdrew, his cock
coming free with a soft pop!
"Wow", the rapist breathed. "Nice ass!"
The man lifted Craig up then and sat him back down on
the crate. Craig squirmed and whimpered a bit, his sore,
bare ass none to comfortable against the crate's rough wood
surface, especially after the ass pounding he'd just been
given!
For the first time, Craig got a good, hard look at the
man's huge cock. Craig had seen one before when he'd
accidentally saw his father coming out of the shower, but
this one was so much BIGGER and THICKER!
"Like it?", the man asked, pulling the boy's gag down
and tossing aside the wad of cloth in Craig's mouth. "All
for you, Craigy!"
"Open up, Craig", the man ordered, grabbing both sides
of the boy's head in his hands, holding it firmly.
"No, please, I can't, apfph--"
Craig gagged as the huge member was shoved into his
mouth, nearly into his throat. "If you even consider biting
me", Mike snapped, "I'll rip out every fucking tooth in your
head!"
Holding the boy's head firmly in his hands, Mike began
to jerk his head back and forth, the boy's lips wrapped
around his cock forming their own little suction seal and
driving him wild. Craig was pleading with his eyes, a sight
that nearly made Mike come instantly. Somehow, he held out.
xxx
Craig was hardly able to breathe with the man's penis
sawing in and out of his throat. He choked and gagged and
felt vaguely sick, but he couldn't do anything about it. He
started to get dizzy from lack of oxygen and might have
passed out had the man not suddenly stopped, and a warm,
thick stream began to shoot into the back of Craig's throat.
The boy choked and swallowed, having no other choice but to
do what he was made to do.
Finally the man pulled out and Craig began to gasp,
taking in huge gulps of air. He very much wanted to cry
then; he hoped it was all over.
It wasn't.
xxx
Mike pulled his cock free of Craig's mouth and stuffed
it back in his pants. "Not bad for your first time", he
told Craig, pulling the boy off the crate and sitting down
next to him, then lowering him back to the floor.
"Please, no more", Craig pleaded quietly. "Just let me go,
please, I won't tell. Don't hurt me anymore. Please don't
kill me."
"Maybe I won't kill you", Mike teased.
As encouraging as this sounded, Craig didn't believe it
for an instant. And, if this man DID kill him, waht then?
Would he hide or bury his body? Craig had seen many television
specials about missing children; he knew that if his body
were to be concealed, the odds of anyone finding it would be
remote. His parents could spend the rest of their lives looking
for him, and never find him! It was not to be thought of.
"Please, oh please", he said, "if you MUST kill me, at least
leave me someplace where somebody will find me? Please! Don't
make my family suffer with not knowing what happened to me!",
Craig pleaded.
Mike stared at Craig, astonished that any child could face
death so courageously. That a kid -- ANY kid -- should be capable
of making such a plea filled him with amazement. There was no
doubt about it: This kid had GUTS.
"O.K., Craig", Mike began slowly. "You want me to leave you
here, and you want it so they can find you? All right, I can do
that. But I'll tell you right now that they won't like what they
find!"
He pressed his lips against the boy's mouth again, forcing
more kisses from him. Weird kid, he thought, but fun! A
little more, maybe, and he'd get what he wanted!
Pushing the boy away, he put his gag back but didn't
bother with shoving the rag back in his mouth first; he
wanted Craig muffled, but not totally silenced. Not for
what he had planned!
Reaching into the duffle bag, he drew out a long, wide
leather strap with twelve notches cut into one end. "See
these?", he told Craig. "One for every little boy I ever had
fun with. You get to be number thirteen." He peered at the belt.
"Why hey, that's an unluckyy number! Escpecially for you."
Folding the strap over, he brought it down hard on
Craig's stomach. WHAP! The leather cracked against Craig's
skin, making the boy double up for moment. WHAP! again,
this time on Craig's chest. Again and again it brought it
down, slapping the boy's chest, his stomach, then moving
down his legs, finally cracking it hard against the soles of
his feet. Each time Craig jumped and cried out in pain, his
body tense and quivering as he anticipated each blow. Yet
he did not cry, and that pissed Mike off even more!
He rolled the boy over and cracked the strap down hard
across the backs of his calves, moving up his thighs, then
up to his back, two whacks each time, each part and then
moving back to Craig's ass -- where he paused.
Craig was trembling, shaking, but not yet showing any
signs of giving in. Deep down, Mike had to admire the
kid -- he had balls. On the other hand, he was really
pissing Mike off to the nth degree!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Four hard blows across Craig's
small ass, each harder than the last. Craig cried out with
each blow, shaking harder, yet he did not give in.
Angrily Mike tossed the strap aside and flipped the boy
over. "You're really asking for it kid!", he shouted, slapping
Craig hard across the face. The boy cried out and lay there,
dazed.
Mike had had enough of this. As much as he had tried
to "break" Craig, he realized now that that just wasn't
going to happen. But even so he wasn't finished, not quite
yet. He wanted to do one more thing, mostly for his own
personal fun.
Reaching into his duffle bag, he pulled out a small
length of string. Turning his back to Craig, he sat down on
the boy's chest and cupped Craig's balls in his hand. His
badly engorged penis was a dark purple now, almost black; it
looked like it might burst or fall off any second, it was
stretched so tightly. But his balls were still fine, at
least for the moment.
He began to tie the string around them, or rather,
around the sack, just above the kid's nuts. Tightly, no
less, until Craig's balls were stretched tight against the
scrotum sack that held them and the boy was moaning in pain.
Pulling the two ends of the string out, he wrapped them
around Craig's penis further up and pulled them tight,
forcing the boy's penis to aim downward. Behind him, he
could hear Craig scream out.
xxx
Craig was in real pain now. It felt as if someone were
ripping his abdomen apart slowly, stretching the skin beyond
belief. He felt dizzy and faint, the pain washing over him
in waves.
But he didn't get a chance to faint. He felt the belt
being removed from his ankles, and suddenly he was pulled to
his feet. Dizzy, stumbling, the man holding onto his arm,
he was led out into the warehouse proper, hardly noticing
the sharp sting of bits of concrete and other debris against
the soles of his sore, bare feet.
He dropped the boy into a sitting position and told him
to watch. Craig's head seemed to clear a little then, making
him all the more aware of how much pain he was in.
Craig saw then the man had brought the duffle bag.
Fighting pain, he watched what the man was doing.
Reaching into the bag, he withdrew a neatly bundled
coil of rope. Methodically, with Craig watching, he laid it
out end to end, measuring it from one I-beam to another,
then nodding to himself.
"This'll be a scream", he told the wide-eyed, shaking
boy.
Taking one end of the rope, he tossed it up and over an
overhead beam, making it on the first try. Pulling one end
and a good length toward the far I-beam, he walked back and
pulled Craig to his feet.
"Over here", he said, pulling Craig after him until the
boy stood even with the rope. Despite his obvious fear,
Craig stood silent and rigid, while Mike took the child's
belt and pulled it around his neck tightly, but not so
tightly the boy couldn't breath.
His fingers hooked in the belt so that if Craig tried
to bolt, he wouldn't go far, Mike tied the end of the rope
around the belt itself, several times to be safe. Then,
grabbing the length of it that hung down from the back of
the I-beam, he turned to face Craig.
"You said you wanted to be found", he told the boy,
"and well, hey, I think that's pretty cool." He chuckled
thickly, as if enjoying this. "Now, any last words?" With
that, he reached up and pulled down Craig's gag.
"Please, don't kill me, let me go and I promise I'll
never tell anyone, please!", Craig pleaded.
"Nope. Too late", Mike laughed, and began to pull on
the rope.
"Oh, no, please not that! Please, I umphfff--!"
xxx
As his feet, kicking and swinging, cleared the ground,
as his air was cut off and his throat constricted, Craig's
thoughts swung into high gear, and he began to pray. He
prayed that that someone, anyone, would come along to save
him; that his family wouldn't suffer from his death too
much; and forgiveness for the mis-choice that had resulted
in this happening to him... Slowly his vision began to
darken; the floor below spun and grew dim... and then the
blackness was total, and Craig was beyond praying. The
unhappy life of an unhappy little boy had come to a tragic
and unhappy end.
xxx
Mike stood and watched the youngster struggle and
thrash about in the air, his eyes bulging and tongue jutting
out as he hung suspended only a few feet from the floor, his
legs kicking and waving, face turning redder and redder.
With sudden inspiration, Mike dashed back into the office
and returned carrying the wooden crate. He positioned it next
to the dying child, then stood up on it himself.
Unzipping his pants, he let them drop, exposing his
rock hard cock. He grabbed the still writhing youngster
around the waist, and thrust himself into the child's rectum
and and began to pump wildly, the thought occuring to him to
be GLAD he had thought of tying off the rope to the I-beam,
and GLAD that Craig hadn't died more quickly -- that he
was, in fact, dying a very slow, agonizing death...
And then, as the jerking and twitching in Craig's body
slowed and came to a gradual stop, Mike came, spewing his
semen deep into the child's anal cavity, and he held the boy's
naked little corpse against him snugly in ectasy, his eyes
tightly shut as sexual release overwhelmed him...
xxx
It felt like hours had passed.
Mike opened his eyes and withdrew, hopping down from
his precarious perch atop the crate, and looked up -- looked
up at Craig's lifeless body hanging just a few feet away;
looked at the wide, bulging blue eyes staring down at him,
filled with the sudden shock and horror of sudden death.
Slowly Mike caught his breath and returned to the office
where he'd raped Craig, gathering up the boy's clothes and
other items, then returning to the spot where the boy had
been hanged. He dropped the boy's stuff in a pile beneath the
body, and went back for his duffle bag, returning with it a
few minutes later. Pulling out a clean rag, he wiped down
everything he'd touched, scattering each item in a circle
around Craig as it was wiped clean. Lastly, he reached up and
wiped down the youngster himself; then, almost as an
afterthought, went back and wiped down the office as well.
Finally done, he glanced at his watch. Nearly three
hours had passed; and time to get moving. If the school had
called to check on Craig, his parents by now were sure to be
looking for him, if the truant officers weren't. It was
just a matter of if, and when, they'd look in here...
Gathering up his stuff, he sneered at Craig's lifeless
corpse. "Shouldn't've played hooky, kid. See what happens
to bad little boys?"
And just before leaving -- he almost forgot! -- he reached
into his duffle bag and pulled out the leather strap he'd
earlier beaten Craig with. Digging his pen knife out as well,
he cut a small notch into the leather, next to the others.
"Unlucky number 13", he said to himself. "But Lucky, at
least for me...!"
Then he left, laughing, satisfied with himself for yet
another day.
And then he was gone.
Behind him, a light wind blew softly through the
building. It flapped through the pages of losse-leaf
notebooks which never again would see a little boy's
handwriting. It whispered through that lonely place,
rustling the sandy-blond hair of the naked little boy who
still hung, feet dangling just inches off the floor. His
eyes wide and staring, his head lolling grotesquely to one
side, mouth gagged, and hands bound tightly behind him,
he swayed gently back and forth in the cool spring breeze
of a world which never again would witness him at play.
Slowly, the hours passed...
EPILOGUE
School let out at three p.m. that afternoon, the doors
of the elementary school bursting open like the skin of a
ripe orange, letting loose an oozing stream of kids all
eager to get home and play before dinner time.
Practically at the head of the pack was Jeremy Whiler,
aged eleven. Jeremy's family had only moved here a few days
ago, and already he was itching to explore. While he'd been
over some of town the past few days, one place he hadn't
been yet was the old plant at the edge of town.
Yanking his bike out of the bike rack, he pedaled away
quickly, waving to the few friends he'd made who all had to
go home and do chores. Through the streets and down the
sidewalks he went, finally skidding to a halt before the
huge doors of the plant itself.
He stared up in awe. This was terrific! Jeremy just
loved to explore old buildings, no matter how many times his
parents warned him it wasn't safe. After all, what did an
eleven year old boy care about safe? He wanted adventure!
Pushing his bike into some bushes so nobody'd steal it,
he crept inside. Again, he stared in awe at all the space,
at the smaller, darker side offices -- and then he saw the
body.
At first, Jeremy didn't realize it was a body; he
thought it was a mannequin, left hanging there by some other
kids. He ran over to it, his eyes quickly going from the
mannequin to the pile of stuff that lay all around it. He
saw a wallet amid it all and picked it up, and discarded it
when he found it empty. Looking around, he spotted what
looked like a library card. Picking it up, he examined it
curiously. It bore a name: CRAIG SOMMERS.
Jeremy scratched his head. Hey, that name was familiar!
Craig Sommers was a kid everybody picked on, a weird loner.
Personally, Jeremy felt a bit sorry for him; but he picked
on Craig too, mostly because everyone else did.
Only then did it hit him.
Lifting his eyes, he stared up at the mannequin. He'd
seen mannequins before, with no clothes on; but they didn't
have long, black things sticking out of them where their
private parts should be -- and they DIDN'T have such hideous
expressions on their faces...
Jeremy dropped the card and backed up. This was no
mannequin he was staring at -- it was CRAIG SOMMERS!
Screaming, the boy tore out of the plant, forgetting
his bike, and ran down the street, still screaming at the
top of his lungs...
xxx
They buried little Craig Sommers two days later,
dressed in a brown suit he wore to church every Sunday.
Nearly the whole town turned out for the funeral, perhaps
the largest gathering in the town's history.
Craig's parents were devastated. The autopsy had
revealed he died of slow strangulation, and that he'd been
raped prior to that. They were not told the rest, however,
like the results of what had been done to his sexual organs,
or the damage he would have suffered had he survived.
Even as his parents mourned, the police began the hunt
for his killer. Outraged citizens joined them, searching
for the faceless person who'd violated and taken the young
boy's life, vowing mob justice once they found him.
By then, of course, it was too late. For Craig. And
for Craig's killer, who'd long ago left them and his crimes
behind...
<*> THE END <*>
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