Subject: Faith [1/2]
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: Mon Nov 11 10:48:40 AM CST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

				Faith
				  by
			      Blackwind
			       Part One

	She was absolutely beautiful. Not very old, however, maybe
twelve, 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 sleeve 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 hiccoughed.

	"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-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. "All right. 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... f-fuck 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 an 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 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?"

	"Behfcky."

	"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.

Subject: Faith [2/2]
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: Mon Nov 11 8:50:08 AM PST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

				Faith
				  by
			      Blackwind
			       Part Two

	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 hi m 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 maxi um 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 in ended 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 h r 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 h ad 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.