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Subject: BLACKWIND: Nightmare Vignettes 4/4(mf,pedo,bd,rape,surprise
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 04:07:30 UTC
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Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff
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Vague. Mysterious. Sometimes gentle. Sometimes violent.
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Anal/Bestiality/Bizarre/Bondage/Consensual/Gay/Golden Showers
Lesbian/Necrophilia/Oral/Pedophilia/Romance/S&M/Snuff/Teen/Torture
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A.S.S. Name: Nightmare Vignette 4 (The Answer)
Archive Name: NMV4.txt
Lewdness Level: Extreme
Contents: mf,pedo,bd,rape,snuff
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DISCLAIMER
This story was written for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults. If
you are under the age of 18 you should not be reading this. You should be
doing homework or something useful, not reading this trash. It'll screw
up your mind, trust me.
For everybody else, this is a standard disclaimer. This story contains
graphic depictions of sex in numerous forms. It is not intended to
foster or further the aims or causes of any individual regarding illegal
pursuits nor is it intended to condone illegal/unsafe sexual behavior. This
story is copyright 1995 by Blackwind and may be distributed or released in
electronic form only provided no fee is charged for such distribution.
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THE ANSWER
A BLACKWIND Vignette
(Continuation of Courtney)
Melissa Collier was understandably upset over the
disappearance of her friend Courtney Beeler. That was how
the adults around her saw it, anyhow, when they saw it at
all. For a week they were attentive to her, comforting,
while all the time totally unaware of the problem.
It had started two weeks ago when she and Courtney had
found what they thought was a new place to play. It was an
old storehouse, part of an abandoned industrial park, set
about a mile from the rural "upper middle class" tract
community the two girls lived in. Because they were the
only two children of nearly the same age living there (the
tract had yet to have many buyers) they had become fast
friends. Two weeks ago, as it were, they'd gone up to the
storehouse--strictly off-limits, as it lay nearly two miles
from home through a dense wood--to play. There they'd found
a suitcase full of kiddie porn photos, which made Melissa
nervous.
Not ten minutes later she'd found herself the hostage
of a man with a knife. During the short minutes of her
ordeal, the man threatened her and Courtney in numerous
ways, including an order for both girls to go around bare
legged the rest of the summer, wearing only short shorts and
no socks. On top of that, he had ordered Melissa to leave
her window unlocked, and had in turn unlocked Courtney's as
well. That very night he had molested Courtney as she lay
drugged in her own bed, then tied Melissa to her own bed and
molested and forced her to have oral sex with him. A week
later, Courtney had disappeared.
Today Melissa wore a white blouse under a pink pullover
sweater, short white denim shorts and white sneakers.
As she approached the old warehouse, her heart began to
pound with dread. She'd avoided the place like the plague,
knowing all too well that the answer to what happened to
Courtney was here.
As soon as she stepped inside, she saw him.
"Come in, Melissa", he told her. He motioned her over
to the bed, stopping only to tie her hands behind her back
and gag her mouth.
He sat the girl down on the bunk and bound her ankles,
then laid her down. Melissa shook her head, tears rolling
down her cheeks, but he got on her anyway, lowering his
pants. "It's time you got your cherry popped, too", he
laughed. Teasingly, he pulled her shorts down, then her
panties. But he didn't enter her immediately
"Now, I'll tell you what I did to your little friend."
xxx
Courtney heard a footstep, and suddenly a hand grabbed
her shoulder and spun her around. She found herself looking
up at a tall, muscular man with dark hair. He wore a white
half-tshirt, jeans and boots. He smiled at her. "Hello,
Courtney. What are you doing here?"
Courtney swallowed hard. She'd been caught. She
looked at the pictures. "I came back for my dolly."
"Your dolly? Is she in there with my pictures?"
"No."
"Then why were you in there, huh?"
"I--"
"You wanted to see them, right? All those pretty
girls, just like you. They're all dollies, too. I liked
pretty dollies. Do you want to be my dolly, Courtney? It's
fun. We'll play a lot of games."
His voice was calm and kind. It put Courtney at ease.
"I guess. What'll we play?"
"Let's play tie up. Put your hands behind you."
Giggling, Courtney put her hands behind her. To her,
it was just a game. The man tied her hands, tightly. She
couldn't get loose.
He tied her ankles next. Courtney stood still. Her
eyes were on the pictures. Then she saw one. Of herself,
naked on her bed.
"Hey, that's me!", she shouted, and suddenly realized
this wasn't a game. By then, it was too late.
"That's right, Courtney. It's too bad you came up here
and saw that. And me." He pulled a gag over her mouth and
tied it, stifling any screams she might have uttered. "Now
I can't let you go. And I'll have to punish you."
He pushed the terrified little girl back down onto the
cot. He picked up the Care Bear and threw it out the door,
then turned to her and began to undress.
"It's really too bad, Courtney. For you. This will
hurt a lot." Courtney's eyes grew wide. Tears filled her
eyes. She struggled, but the ropes were too tight. She was
helpless.
The man removed the rest of his clothes, his huge penis
erect and ready. He picked up a knife showed it to her.
"For later", he said.
Then he lowered himself to her. He slipped an arm unde
the back of her neck and kissed her soft freckled cheeks,
her ear, her eyes, her soft neck. His free hand slipped
along the length of her bare thigh, then it was up again,
undoing the buttons and straps of her shortalls. He pulled
these down, past her hips to her knees, then her white
cotton panties.
"I'm going to pop your cherry, Courtney", he told her.
His hand slid over her flat abdomen, down between her legs.
Courtney was shaking and crying but now, but all that
stopped when the pleasant sensations of his hand rubbing her
bare mound hit her. She felt him insert his finger, rubbing
deeper inside. She moaned, feeling pleasure. Then he
removed his finger and put his penis in there. She felt him
push slightly, felt it go inside of her. And now it hurt.
Courtney's little back arched high as he pushed hard,
hard enough to break her hymen and achieve total
penetration. Her muffled screams rose and fell, echoing
through the room with nobody to help her.
The man was laughing, enjoying himself. She was tight
inside, like all little virgins, and moist, the blood of her
torn hymen lubricating him as he pumped her, driving her to
newer and newer heights of pain. Though her eyes were
closed he could read the fear and pain on her pretty young
face.
With great delight he reached under her blouse and
tweaked her tiny, erect nipples, increasing her pain. The
little girl thrashed under him, impaled on his throbbing
mass, held there as he came deep inside of her and then fell
on her with all of his weight, making her gasp for air.
He got off of her and removed a camera from under the
bed, snapping a picture. Unlike the other girls, he
couldn't take chances with her, couldn't keep her here for
days. Melissa might talk. It wouldn't take long, he knew,
before the smart ten year old would figure where her friend
was. It wouldn't stop him from having his fun now,
however.
He lowered himself to the girl again and raped her for
the next twenty minutes. Her struggles were as fierce as
the first time, but quickly lessened. Soon she was even
moaning. Little girls loved to be raped, he had always
said.
When he'd finished with that, he sat the little girl up
and pulled down her gag. She made no effort to scream or
resist as he slid his cock into her mouth, enjoying the
moist warmth. She began to suck it without giving him any
trouble.
He enjoyed himself, letting the child suck him off and
swallow his thick, hot load. When it was done he withdrew
and gagged her once more, satisfied.
Grabbing her arm, he jerked the little girl to her feet
and forced her outside. Looking around a moment, he turned
and forced her into the woods.
Courtney stumbled a lot as he took her into the woods.
She was dazed and probably sick and he didn't care anyway.
He found a suitable tree and tied her to it, wrapping a
length of rope around her waist. Then he pulled out the
knife and held it up for her to see.
Courtney's eyes got real wide. She began to struggle,
pulling furiously at the rope that held her. It was all for
nothing. With nothing more than a smile, he shoved the
knife into her chest and pulled it out, watching her blood
spurt out. Courtney let out a small squeal, twitched a few
times, and then hung limply against the ropes.
Whistling a cheery tune, he untied her and carried her
body away, to be gotten rid of where nobody would find her.
xxx
"Yeah, it was something. All that blood. Didn't know
a little girl could bleed so much, huh? Don't worry, you'll
get to see it. First, I'm going to pop you, though."
As the man was lowering himself between her legs, Melissa felt
a strange calm come over her. He was going to rape her--the
idea was no longer terrifying. It was almost a relief. He
would enter her, take her virginity. He would hurt her, but
dammit, he would be done with her then! No matter what he
did after that, no matter how many times he raped her, it
would be over--the anticipation, the terror, everything.
His little game would be over. He'd have what he wanted,
the perfect little slave. She'd happily do whatever he
wanted.
The head of his cock touched the outer folds of her
tiny, bare vagina and pushed itself in. Melissa tensed,
ready for the pain, but she was not afraid. This man had
raped and murdered her best friend, using her and throwing
her away like garbage. Melissa knew she too, would die, but
vowed not to give him the satisfaction of showing fear.
She felt her hymen tear. The pain was nearly
unbearable, but she didn't scream. The man was inside of
her now, shoving harder to bury himself. The look on his
face was angry.
"Does it hurt, Melissa? Are you scared?"
Melissa shook her head. He got angrier. "I'm going to
hurt you, Melissa, worse than I hurt Courtney!" He began to
pound her, his entire body driving against her, his penis
like a piledriver. Melissa still wouldn't scream, though
the pain was intense. Her body shook and her eyes watered.
But she would not give in.
Instead, she began to moan. "Fucking cunt! You aren't
supposed to enjoy this!", he shouted, pounding so hard now
her vision began to swim. She kept moaning, fighting the
urge to give in to him, to scream and cry.
Then he came. It happened so fast he got a surprised
look, then became enraged. He began to slap her face, hard,
violent slaps. The first one broke her nose and split her
lip. Melissa did not feel it. It was as if her mind and
body were two separate entities now, apart from one another.
She was an observer, watching this man savage her young
body.
His rage grew worse. He picked up his knife and began
to slash her face and abdomen, getting no response. He
jammed it into her bloody slit and ripped up, gutting her.
Melissa still felt nothing--no pain, no emotion. Her body
was dying, but she was no longer in it.
The man stood up, covered in her blood and bellowing
with rage. She knew now that for the first time in his life
he'd failed with a child, failed to make her afraid. It was
too much for him. He'd gone insane.
And then she was rushing away, the world growing black
around her, then light, lighter, a great light at the end of
a dark tunnel...
xxx
"Melissa."
She was drifting now. The voice was familiar,
soothing. She clung to it, tried to reach for it through
the blackness. The light was still there, somewhere, all
encompassing, warm and soothing.
"Melissa, can you hear me?" The voice again. She knew
it now, her mothers. She felt a hand on her forehead. Was
she still alive? But how?
Her eyes opened. Her mother was leaning over her,
looking far older than she ever had. There were tears in
her eyes and a smile on her face.
"Mommy...?", Melissa croaked. Her throat felt hot and
dry.
Her mother hugged her. Melissa tried to hug her back,
but her arms wouldn't move. They felt as if they'd been
strapped down. She also knew they hurt, little pinpricks
all along her flesh. She remembered the man and his knife,
the horrible slashing...
Her mother let go of her. "Oh honey, we've been so
worried! You've been unconscious for almost two weeks!"
Melissa didn't know how to respond. She looked past
her mother, to the room she lay in. It was brightly lit and
sterile white. A hospital room. She looked down at her
arms and saw they'd been strapped to the bed, tubes running
out of them filled with all manner of fluids. There were
other people in the room, her father, a nurse, and a doctor.
When she saw the doctor, her heart jumped. It was him.
The man who had raped her.
She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
"Him...", she murmured. "He hurt me..."
"No honey, shh", her mother was stroking her hair. The
doctor came over, a needle in his hand. Melissa tried to
shrink away. He smiled at her, a pleasant smile, and spoke
to her in calm tones.
"There now, Melissa, this won't hurt", he told her,
inserting the needle into her arm. Melissa jumped at the
prick. How could they let him near her?
"But I want to see her!", a voice suddenly shouted
outside the hospital room door. It was a voice she knew
well, and one she'd never hear again.
Courtney.
A moment later the door swung open and Courtney popped
up at her side. "Melissa!"
"Courtney, you're..." She couldn't say it. Had the
man lied to her?
Courtney smiled. "You've been so sick, I was so
worried!" Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her face
crumpled. "It's all my fault. I should've listened!"
Melissa's mother pulled the girl away. "It wasn't your
fault, honey. You didn't know."
"What...what happened?", Melissa asked. One moment she
was being murdered--Courtney dead--and now she was awake,
looking at her friend whole and untouched, their vile killer
standing right beside her--none of it made sense.
"You came into contact with toxic waste", the doctor
explained. "At an old storehouse not far from you home.
Apparently you had some kind of reaction and you've been in
a coma for two weeks."
"Two weeks?", Melissa murmured.
"That's right. The whole time you've been dreaming. A
bad one, too, because we had to strap you down to keep the
tubes in." He patted her hand. Melissa smiled. He no
longer seemed like her rapist.
It had all been a dream.
xxx
A week later Melissa was released from the hospital.
She'd told the doctor about her dream and how he had been
the one to terrorize her. He had a ready explanation for
that.
"You were in such a state that you saw me as a threat",
he told her. "To your mind, I was hurting you in the worst
possible ways. All the while I was trying to help you."
Melissa was able to understand some of that, at least,
and was grateful for it. She was even more grateful to find
out her entire ordeal had just been a bad dream. What was
more, Courtney was able to fill in how it had all started.
"We went up to that old place to play", she'd told her.
"And you found this old barrel in one of the rooms. You
wanted to go but I wanted to stay. Then you started getting
really dizzy and you went outside and fell down. I ran home
and called the police."
Melissa understood now. The "pictures" had been a
barrel of toxic waste--only her mind had conveyed it
differently. The rest was just a dream.
So this story has a happy ending.
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