Copyright © 2001, rupert. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Tuesday PM, September 18, 2001 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: sammysa1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/f/nc/tort.anal Story_intro: The abduction, rape and torture of nine-year-old Sammy. Sammy's Abduction Written by rupert It had taken weeks of patient searching and stalking, and, just as I was making my way home from yet another fruitless search, I turned into a quiet lane, and bingo! There she was, walking slowly along, reading a comic. The girl appeared to be about nine years old, dark auburn hair tied in 'baby spice' bunches, a short navy cotton dress accentuating the movement of her tiny, pert round buttocks as she walked. My eyes drifted down the child's thin, brown legs to her pure white ankle socks. I scanned the lane from top to bottom. Nobody about. She would be approaching a small wood soon, and I could see a drive emerging from the middle of it, and so I quickly drove past her, pulling into the drive. I quickly turned the car around, and parked close to the entrance, so that the girl would have to walk straight past it. As she came close, I had got out of the car, and was pretending to fiddle with the bonnet. She didn't even seem to notice my presence, and so, with a last quick check up and down the deserted lane, I decided; 'now or never!' taking the knife from my pocket, I Spun around so that she could see it clearly. "Do EXACTLY as I say, or I'll cut your throat." Looking up with a jump, she looked like a big-eyed startled rabbit, and just stopped dead in her tracks, mouth open. Expecting a struggle, I took hold of her thin arm, and steered her to the car. She meekly allowed my to lead her around the back, and, with a trembling hand, I unlocked the boot. "Get in" I ordered. She started to cry, now. With a prod in the ribs from my knife, she scrambled in. I had done it! Driving home, I kept checking the rear-view mirror. Nobody following. The lane had been deserted. I started to relax, and plan the next few days out for my little toy. My cock had grown hard thinking about it. Once inside my internal garage, I opened the boot. Her little tear-stained face was white, and I noticed that her skinny thighs were trembling. I also noticed the soft white cotton panties, where her too-short dress had ridden up. "Please, let me go", she sobbed, "I want to go home- my mummy's waiting for me-I'll get into trouble". "Keep your mouth shut, and do everything I tell you, or I'm going to kill you". I told her, holding my knife close to her face to emphasise the point. " Now get out of there and come with me". I had spent a small fortune and nearly a year of hard work to convert the cellar into a fully equipped, and soundproofed torture chamber. This little girl was going to be it's first customer. "What's your name, and how old are you, cunt" I asked her. "My name's Sammy, and I'm nine and a quarter, sir". She whispered between sobs. I liked the 'sir'. "Take all of your clothes off, and bend over that bench". I pointed to the heavy wooden trestle sitting in the middle of the room. "What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me mister, I'm only nine" she pleaded. "Listen, cunt, firstly, I'll do WHATEVER I want to with you, secondly, I AM going to hurt you, LOTS. And, if you fight me, I'll definitely kill you." Once she was bent over the trestle, I firmly strapped her wrists over the one side, and her widespread ankles to the other side. A ball gag quickly filled her mouth; I wanted to be able to concentrate. I would listen to her screaming later. Selecting a thin but springy cane from my well-filled rack, I positioned myself behind my little darling. "Now, Sammy, this is going to REALLY hurt". I whispered in her ear as I lovingly fondled the child's thin, taut little buttocks." And, you're going to get this EVERY day from now on!" I swung the cane down as hard as I could. It bounced off her bum with a loud crack. She screamed shrilly into her ball-gag, as I hit her, again and again. After caning her bottom for five minutes, I started to work up her body, raising purple welts over her skinny back, sides, and finally down the backs of her legs. The whole rear of her was covered in red and purple stripes, some bleeding, her bottom especially badly striped. The caning of the little girl's bottom had caused my cock to swell that much that it hurt. I desperately needed to relieve my heavy, juice-filled balls inside her tiny body. Quickly, I stripped, and greased up my iron-hard cock. I positioned the fat, greasy plum of my cock head against the child's tight little rectum. Pushing forward, I felt it dilate slightly, gripping my cock as it opened a small amount. That was all it took. Taking a tight grip on her puny bum-cheeks, I thrust into her bowels, just as hard as I could. Sammy was screaming and moaning into her gag as I started to fuck my tiny nine-year-old ride. My cock was only sinking half way inside her at each stroke, before bumping against an obstruction. She probably needed a shit, I thought to my self. Still, this wouldn't do. I needed to make her take all of it inside her. I gripped her hips tighter, and pressed harder. That did it. I groaned loudly as my cock ploughed into something soft, my balls slapping against her fat little vulva. I started to fuck her in long, leisurely strokes, pulling completely out, and then plunging back through her tight anus with each stroke. Sure enough, she had needed a shit. My hard shaft was thickly coated in her sticky filth, and it clung in a squashed brown lump around the flair of my cock-head. I decided to clean up a bit. Pulling out of her reddened and alarmingly distended anus, I positioned my shit-caked plum between the plump lips of the child's bald little vulva. As I thrust inside, I felt her vaginal ring stretch wildly in a vain attempt to accommodate my bloated, broad shaft, only to tear and bleed profusely. Fucking her violently, I noticed with satisfaction that my cock was almost clean as it slid in and out, just a small ring of shit still clinging to the underside of my distended mushroom. As I came close to cumming, I quickly pulled out, and resumed caning her again. I kept this pattern up for some time, raping cunt or ass, then, when on the verge of cumming, pulling out, and caning her again. Finally, knowing that the child could take no more punishment, I rammed home, pumping her badly bruised cunt with spurt after strong spurt of viscous white spunk, which squirted out around my cock, to run thickly down her skinny thighs. Tomorrow we would start the torture. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.