Feature Writer: The Ripper
Feature Title: THE SHOPLIFTER 1
Published: 11.10.2022 / Previously Published on Usernet
Story Codes: Young Ones, Rape, NC, Torture
Synopsis: This story, in 10 parts is about a young girl who is abducted by a stranger. She is then systematically tortured for several weeks. She then joins with her abuser in a classic example of, “Embracing the corrupter.”Together they capture more children and torture them to death. As of the tenth chapter they now have four children working together abducting, raping, torturing and discarding young bodies as fast as they can process them. You may feel that this is an extremely sick story so if this description doesn’t sound like like your cup of tea.
Warning: The following contains sexual situations which may not meet every one’s reading expectations. If you are offended by children having sex, children having sex with other children, incest, B&D, S&M or children being tortured. Then you will want to exit this file right now — However, if you are a really twisted fuck, then read on and enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy written for adult entertainment only. If you don’t want children harmed by this material, then do not show it to them. Any endeavor to reenact or reproduce any of these stories in real life may be illegal or carry certain restrictions. For example: In some parts or South America and Africa you would need parental consent before doing many of the thing depicted in this story. In other countries you would not need parental consent as long as you worked for the government or military. The Author, of course knows the difference between fantasy and reality and assumes no liability for such actions.
The Shoplifter 1
The drive took over an hour. I didn’t mind tho. I kept thinking about what I had in the trunk and what I was going to do to her. She was twelve years old, blonde and with a firm, trim body.
The snatch had been easy, I had been out of town on a business trip when I stopped at the local mall. It was about seven o’clock in the evening. While I was passing the jewelry counter of one of the department stores I saw her. She was in the cosmetics department and she looked guilty, like she was up to something. After awhile I saw what it was. She slipped what looked like a lipstick into the front of her jeans. As she started to walk away, I looked to see if store security was shadowing her. No one in sight.
I followed her as she left the store. What an opportunity! The only problem was that this girl was only about eleven or twelve years old. I used to read stories about pedo fucks on the internet and it used to enrage me, I mean the thought of capturing a child and torturing them to death was something so far out there that anyone even thinking such things should be shot. Much better to capture and torture to death an adult college student or two … Or was it?
A college student might be married and would leave behind a husband and maybe kids. It would be unfair to them to kill their mother/wife. But, a child would also be lighter and easier to control. What about safe sex? A child would most likely be free of the deadly AIDS virus. But a child can’t please a man the way a woman could. they just don’t have the experience nor the fully developed bodies.
I had to make a decision, grab this girl if a could or wait for another time when I might find an 18 year old out of gas on the freeway. What’s the difference I finally decided, They will both scream. They will both thrash around in agony as the pain consumes them. If I was caught by the police I would be out of jail in two or three years in any case because the pot smokers are taking up all of the space. Besides, I could teach a child to please a man.
As she approached the entrance where my car was parked I caught up to her.
“Don’t you think you should pay for that?”
She stopped dead in her tracks. Other people were passing back and forth but I’d said it quietly and no one paid any attention to us. Her mouth opened and closed and color came to her face.
“Come with me young lady,” I said as I walked out of the mall and into the parking lot.
She followed me to my car, she started to say that she was sorry and she’d put it back.
I said, “We’ll talk at my office.”
I asked her what her name was and how old she was. She said her name was Kimmy Dunskirk and she just turned twelve last week. I asked her if her mother knew what she was doing at the mall.
Her answer was a sullen, “No.”
We got to my car, I unlocked the passenger door and held it open for her. As she was getting in, I asked her if her mother would be home right now. She said that yes, her mother would be home but please don’t call her, She’d just kill her if she found out. I told her that she should have thought about the consequences before she started shoplifting at one of my stores. I also told Kimmy that when we got to the corporate office we would be calling her mother and telling her all about what her daughter was doing at the mall.
I got in the car, started it up and backed out of the stall. I then put it in drive and headed for the exit. As I was getting on the freeway the first pangs of alarm hit her.
“Where are we going? I live just two blocks that way, on Emerald street,” she said.
“We handle shoplifters at the corporate office on the east side. Don’t you worry, if your mother can’t drive over there to pick you up then the police will give you a ride home”
That seemed to satisfy her and she sat back and started to cry. We rode in silence for some time, then I needed to distract her and prepare her for what was to come later.
I glanced at her and said, “You know, we’ve been watching you girls for some time now. Where are the others tonight?”
She looked up at me with confusion, “What others?”
“Don’t you play dumb with me! We have you all on camera. You come in usually two to three at a time and make off with whatever you can carry out the door!”
“Not me! This is only my first time doing anything like this! I , I … I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said with more than a hint of confusion in her voice.
“We also want to know where you are storing the stuff. Two or three thousand dollars worth of cosmetics is just a little too much three or four preteen girls to use for themselves.”
She really started crying in earnest now, She said that I must have gotten the wrong girl because she was alone and didn’t usually go to the mall but her mother thinks that she is at her friends house and she only stole stuff a few times and just an eye shadow or lipstick to play grownup with.
“What’s your friends name?” I asked her.
“Carol,” she said.
“So. You lied to your mother and told her that you were going to Carol’s house and you lied to me and said that you never stole anything before!” I shouted at the terrified girl.
During this time I had taken an exit and drove to the area where I had my sales meeting earlier that day. It was an industrial area and I just looked for a building that didn’t have any cars parked around it. I found one that didn’t have any cars for about a block on each side and drove around to the back.
Once there I grabbed Kimmy by the wrist and hauled her out of the car on the drivers side. Then I twisted her arm behind her back and marched her to the back of the car. She started to inhale as if to scream and I put more presser on her arm and that stopped that. I doubted that anyone would hear her but there would be time and a place for screaming later.
I opened the trunk and reached in with one hand and opened the toolbox I had in there. Lifting out the top tray I grabbed a handful of nylon ties that I use for my work. I wrapped one around the wrist I had hold of and wrapped another around her other wrist and looped it through the first one I tightened them both so that it would hold without cutting off the circulation to her hands.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“I am tired of you kids just waltzing off with whatever you please and then lying your way out of it. I replied, “The ride might not be too comfortable but I’m sorry, I don’t have a blanket for you to lay on.”
With that, I pushed her into the trunk, Grabbed an ankle, trapped the other ankle under it and put the nylon ties around her ankles and then attached them to her wrists. I put the toolbox together and pushed it out of the way while I slid her legs sideways so that I could close the trunk. During this time she was screaming her little head off. The closed trunk lid muffled most of it but I searched around in the trash bins until I found a short rope and a dirty cloth.
I opened the trunk and leaned in while I fashioned a gag for this child. Once attached, I looked at this twelve year old scared and defenseless girl and grew hard — I couldn’t wait!
I whispered into her ear, “While we’re going to a more private place I want you to think about the names and addresses of your partners, and about were you and Carol have hidden the stuff you stole from me.”
With that I closed the trunk and started off.
I had been hoping for an opportunity like this for months. When I bought the house I explained to the contractor that I am a musician. I got his help in soundproofing the basement and adding additional electrical outlets for the amplifiers. I also had him add a restroom with shower and auxiliary exhaust fan so that I could convert part of my basement into a weight room and not have the whole house stink of sweat.
He wanted to put the exhaust in the upper wall and just connect it with the outside air but I told him it would help the resale value if it went all the way to the roof. I also reminded him that I am a musician and did not want the neighbors calling the police every time I had to practice. I had enough of hearing sensitive neighbors delaying my work — No more.
I drove into the garage and waited until the automatic door closed behind us. I then went back and opened the trunk.
The first thing I noticed was the wetness of her jeans and the faint odor of urine. I reached into the toolbox and got some wire cutters and freed her legs. It was a few minutes before she could stand on them and then I escorted this scared little girl into the house.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
Getting no response I led her into the basement and closed both the heavy door I replaced the regular one with and the heavy door I added to keep it soundproofed while I went in and out.
After closing and locking the doors I guided Kimmy into the center of the room. I took a moment to look her up and down. She was about 5’3″ Blonde hair that curved gracefully to her shoulder blades. In addition to her now wet faded blue jeans she was wearing a yellow pullover shirt and a brown belt. Her face was well defined and her torso gently tapered to her waist. her twelve year old breasts were heaving softly with her breathing, each one of her breasts seemed to be the size of an egg. I couldn’t wait to see, feel and taste them for myself. Her hips seemed about the same width as her chest and I thought that she looked very sexy.
She was rather unsteady as she stood there watching me. She still had her gag in but I saw that it was coming loose so I removed it. She started to inhale, preparing to scream but I raised a hand and told her to stop it. She did.
I cut her wrists free and told her to sit on a folding chair I brought out for her. Then I took a seat facing her.
“Now,” I said.
“Let’s talk about were you girls hid all the stuff that you stole.”
She inhaled and waving her hands said, “I think you must have the wrong girl because, yes, I took the lipstick okay, but I am not involved with anyone else and the only things I have is at my house and it’s just lipstick and some rouge and nail polish and I’ll gladly pay for all the things I took `cause I have an allowance okay?”
“We have you on camera,” I replied, “I’ve been watching you for weeks! Don’t you play innocent with me! First you said this was your first time, then you said you had stolen a lipstick and eye shadow! Now you’ve just said that you have nail polish and rouge at your house! You are the right girl all right and I am going to get your friends too.”
She started to cry and get hysterical at this point saying over and over that she didn’t know what I was talking about. And please let her go and that she would pay for the things that she took. I just sat there and looked at her during this time, Finally, I walked up to her, took her face in one hand and slapped her with the other hand.
“SHUT UP!” I shouted.
She started to moan and rock back and forth.
“Where is the lipstick that you stole tonight?” I asked, “Are you trying to hide it from me?”
She stopped moaning and looked down at the front of her jeans. There was the bulge that she had stuffed down her pants earlier that evening.
“Give it here,” I demanded.
She looked uncomfortable and her face started turning a deep shade of red
“NOW!” I screamed at her.
She reach into her pants and after a little groping got hold of the lipstick and pulled it out. I took it from her and looked at it, then I gave it a sniff.
“Did you piss your pants young lady?” I asked in a gentle tone.
“Y-Y-Yes sir. In the car it was a long ride and I …” she stopped talking when she looked at me.
“Well we’re just going to have to clean you up a bit” I said, “Take off your clothes and get in the shower over there.”
She just looked at me.
“Let me help you,” I said gently.
I walked over to her and took her by the arm.
She started to struggle shouting, “No!”
I twisted her arm behind her back and walked her over to a work table that was strewn with electronic parts and tools. I picked up the stun gun I had laying there and, pressing the button, arced the 120,000 volt device in front of her face. She stopped struggling and I told her that if she didn’t do what I say it would be bad for her.
I released the arm behind her back and took her upper arm in one hand and the stun gun in the other and told her to pick up the rope and the handcuffs. On the way to the shower I had her bring the chair also.
Once inside the five foot by six foot shower area I told her not to move while I stood on the chair and ran the rope through one of the eye-bolts attached to the ceiling for just this purpose. I then told her to put the handcuffs on, threatening her with the stun gun while she complied with my orders.
I tied the rope to the chain in the handcuffs and pulled her arms over her head. Once Kimmy was secured I set the stun gun down, walked up to her and placed my hands on her waist. Man! She felt good! I could feel the firm muscles in her abdomen move while she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I looked into Kimmy’s face while I gently ran my hands up and down her sides. she looked scared and her legs started trembling.
“We need to clean you up a bit,” I said as I slipped my hands under Kimmy’s shirt and felt her bare flesh.
It was beautiful! I didn’t touch her breasts directly but the edge of my hands rubbed against the sides of Kimmy’s breasts as I continued to gently rub and caress Kimmy’s lovely skin from her waist to her armpits on both sides.
Kimmy was not having a good day. Tears were streaming down her pretty little face and her legs continued to tremble.
After a while I lifted Kimmy’s shirt over her head and up her arms to where the handcuffs were.
“Hold this” I said as I put the shirt into Kimmy’s bound hands.
I held her at arms length while I admired Kimmy’s beautiful body. Summer had just started so there were no tan lines. Just a soft white expanse of flesh from her graceful neck to her firm belly
“Give me your foot,” I ordered.
She hesitated a bit but lifted her foot and allowed me to take hold of it. I pulled off her shoe and sock and then asked for her other foot. I carefully removed her shoe and sock. I held her foot for some time admiring the softness and warmth of it. As I held her foot in my hand, I gently ran a fingernail across the soft underside. She jerked and gasped as she tried to pull away. Good, She was ticklish too. I released her foot and took hold of her jeans and started to undo them.
“What are you doing?” Kimmy asked fearfully.
“I have to clean you up, don’t I?”
I undid her pants and grabbing both sides at the hips, slowly uncovered her pubic region. What a sight! Smooth, warm flesh blended together and formed her pussy lips. She was just starting to get a few wisps of hair down there. I wanted to stick my face in there and run my tongue up and down it’s length- but there was plenty of time for that later, For now I had a job to do. I pulled her jeans down to her ankles and had her step out of them. I then removed the chair and clothing from the shower stall.
I went upstairs and brought down my camcorder and a tripod. It took just a moment to set it up. I plugged the camcorder into the wall outlet so that I wouldn’t have to worry about the batteries. I aimed it into the shower stall. I thought about wearing a mask so I would not be recognized if the tape fell into the wrong (right) hands, but I decided that I wanted the full experience with young Kimmy.
I hooked a hose up to the spigot that was mounted on the wall near the regular shower faucet controls and placed an adjustable garden sprayer on the end of it. Turning on the water I adjusted the stream to a heavy spay and made sure the water temperature was warm.
I turned to face Kimmy’s frightened form in the shower.
“No … Don’t hurt me ! Please …” She wailed as I picked up the stun gun and approached her trebling body.
“Now, listen up,” I said, “You could have been in here taking a nice warm shower alone. But no, you had to be disobedient and talk back to me. When I want you to say something I will tell you. Until then, shut up! Or you will get some of this!”
With that I touched the stun gun to her belly and pressed the button.
“Yiieee” Kimmy screamed as her body jerked in a sudden spasm.
Kimmy screamed again as I touched her chest with the probe. I gave attention to her left nipple, her buttocks and under her arms deep within her armpits. She hung there catching her breath. Her legs had given out and she was being supported by her handcuff bound wrists.
“Don’t you make a sound unless I ask you too. Do you understand you lying bitch?”
“Yes, yes, okay, just don’t hurt me any more,” she pleaded.
“Did you just talk more that you should? Let me show you again what happens when you disobey me or talk back.”
With that I started spraying the water on her legs. Slowly going higher to her crotch and up to her chest and finally I was spraying her whole body with the warm water. She had regained her feet by now and looked at me with both fear and relief because I was not hurting her as she expected. That was to be short lived however as I set the hose down and shut off the water. I asked for her foot and she lifted her right leg.
I grasped the underside of her ankle and said, “This is what happens to bitches that speak out of turn or who lie to me and don’t do what I ask of them,”
I placed the stun gun onto the sole of her foot. She started to scream even before I pressed the button. Kimmy’s foot was wet and as you know, electricity works a lot better when the skin is wet. I pushed the button for a quick quarter-second burst and as her body jerked her left foot lost its grip on the tile floor and she came down with her weight on her wrists again. I was a little concerned that she might break an arm or something but she only weighed about ninety pounds, so I guess There was no danger.
I had Kimmy firmly by one ankle and her body swayed from the eye-bolt in the ceiling. I pressed the stun-gun into her foot again for a one-second bust and then another. Kimmy was screaming and jerking and it was all I could do to hang onto her twitching leg as I zapped her a good long one for about ten-seconds. I paused and let her catch her breath as she tried to get her left leg under her so she could take the weight off of her wrists.
“So, The lesson here is don’t speak unless spoken too!”
I pressed the button for a thirty-second burst.
“And don’t ever lie to me!”
I pressed the button for a full minute. During this minute Kimmy tried to kick me with her free leg and her screams were not as loud as I expected because She couldn’t catch her breath enough put any force behind it. Her struggles seemed to fade as I continued to press the electrodes into her soft sole. Finally, I put the stun-gun away and just watched as Kimmy recovered from this assault.
It was hard to tell but I think she pissed herself during her punishment. I sprayed her down again but this time with cold water. When I finished hosing her down, Kimmy was hanging by her wrists with her legs still trying to move enough to get under her and take the pressure off of her arms.
I checked the rope to be sure that It would not come free and then went out. After locking up the house and making sure no one was lurking around I went to the local late-night Walmart store to get some things for the numerous torture sessions Kimmy and I were to enjoy over the next several weeks.
She was standing When I came back. She looked tired and was probably hungry too. I released her from the hand cuffs and walked her back to the chair she was sitting in earlier. I saw that her wrists were red and she was rubbing them like they were sore. I went to the little refrigerator and got her some ice in a plastic baggie. She was quite a sight: a naked twelve year old holding an ice pack between her wrists while shivering with the cold!
“Do you need to use the bathroom? I asked.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“I’m starved!” she said gratefully.
“Go ahead and use the bathroom, it’s right next to the shower,” I told her pointing.
She went to the bathroom while I pulled a McDonald’s bag from the sack I brought home. I also readjusted the camcorder to point at the chair Kimmy would be sitting in shortly. Of course what I needed was an assistant who could run the camera while I tortured my victims — well, we can’t have everything — when Kimmy was done in the bathroom she came back and sat down looking at the McDonald’s bag.
“So,” I asked, “Where did you girls hide all that stuff?”
“Nowhere, I don’t have what you are looking for,” she said.
“Come over here,” I said, leading her to a sawhorse one side of the room.
On the way I stopped to redirect the camera to the next area of entertainment.
I pulled it out a little way so that there would be enough light and had little Kimmy stand facing it with her legs spread. I used some rope and tied each of her young shapely legs to two of the sawhorses legs. I then bent Kimmy over the sawhorse and tied her wrists to the other legs.
I was starting to get aroused again. Kimmy’s young shapely ass was sticking up in the air, the backs of her lovely legs stretched taunt and her back curving forward exposing her backbone. I took a minute and touched each of her vertebrae from her tailbone to her neck.
You see, one of the tortures I had planed for Kimmy was to drill into her spinal column and inject some drain cleaner (sulfuric acid) to irritate the nerves in there. I didn’t want to do that this week thou. I didn’t want to do anything that would permanently disfigure or injure her lovely body … In addition to torturing young Kimmy, I wanted to make love to her willing body, therefore, all of her parts needed to be in working order.
I spread her ass cheeks and admired her pussy lips and asshole up close. Kimmy was breathing slowly and just waiting, knowing that she couldn’t change what was to happen. I pulled a flat piece of wood from the bag I got that night.
“One more time Kimmy, where did you hide the stuff?”
Of course I knew that she had no idea of what I was talking about, part of Kimmy’s torture was that she had no way to stop the pain and abuse that was to come.
“Where’s the stuff you stole Kimmy!”
I stopped to check the camera. Good, it was framed right on Kimmy’s sweet young and tender ass and her lovely face was visible as her head hung down. Her face would not be in view while she moved her head around but I figured that it would be in this position enough of the time. I walked up to her with the paddle in hand.
She started crying and saying that she didn’t know what I was talking about. I went over to my workbench and used the drill to make holes in the business end of my paddle. I then returned.
“Well, if this is the way you want it my dear …”
I swung it with good solid swing coming from up high and slicing down to her buttocks. I knew she could see it coming from her position draped over the sawhorse like she was. I saw her butt muscles tense just before impact.
“Yeeiiiaa!” she screamed.
Then she screamed again even tho I only hit her once. Her head bounced up and her hands and feet clenched and unclenched a few times.
“Where is it bitch!?” I asked, then immediately swung and connected with her other ass cheek.
“Ahhhii” she screamed again and again as I paddled her butt good.
I spaced the strokes out so that she would not pass out or anything like that. After about five minutes, every stroke seemed to get a little less of a response from her. I was tempted to hit her harder but I did not want to split the skin or leave any deep bruising. I spanked her for about fifteen minutes and quit because my arm was getting tired. Kimmy was slumped over the sawhorse still twitching and screaming in pain for several minutes.
Her Buttocks were bright red from the paddling and saliva and snot where dripping from her nose and mouth, getting into her hair that was touching the cold concrete floor. Her breaths came shallow and raggedly like she was having trouble finding the strength. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was laying with all of her weight supported on her diaphragm on top on the sawhorse.
It was about 11:30 PM and I had to go to work in the morning. To finish out Kimmy’s first night of torture I grabbed a jar of Vaseline and a canister of pepper spray sold fro self defense. I approached Kimmy and rubbed her ass cheeks gently. She was moaning softly in pain.
I told her, “This is what happens when you don’t do what I ask.”
I then held my breath as I sprayed Kimmy’s ass cheeks, asshole and pussy lips with a good coating from the pepper spray canister. I then stepped over and activated the exhaust fan to clear the fumes. Kimmy started to moan louder and stir a bit as I put on a pair of rubber gloves and scooped a handful of Vaseline out of the jar. I spread the Vaseline over all the areas where I had sprayed her.
The Vaseline was to help Kimmy’s already abused skin absorb the pepper and to keep Kimmy’s body from flushing the irritant out as the poor girl sweated. Within moments the pepper was having the intended effect. Kimmy’s Ass was wiggling and the muscles in her young tender legs were pumping and her abdomen was heaving and of course, Kimmy’s tired lungs were once again getting their exercise as she started screaming again, saying that it hurt and she didn’t know where the stuff was hidden.
I prepared to go upstairs and found the McDonald’s bag where I had left it. Too stale by now for me so I unwrapped the food and placed it where Kimmy could see it during the long night. I left the lights on and went upstairs for something to eat and to go to bed.
As I lay in bed my thoughts kept going back to the sweet innocent child locked up in my basement and the pain she was experiencing and the pain and sex to come. I wondered if I should go down and check on my little girl When I realized that the tape had been set to two hour recording and the tape should be just about finished. I took a blank tape and went downstairs to my prize. the first thing I checked was the camcorder. It was still running so I waited.
Kimmy was still awake but did not seem to notice me. she was moaning in a high pitched squeal kind of moan. her ass and pussy lips were a deep red color and she was sweating. I thought about giving her some water but decided that a little dehydration never hurt anyone. Her ass muscles would clench once in a while and her moaning would increase or decrease.
Finally the tape stopped and I went about the task of inserting the new tape. I kept it set to 2 hour mode so that I would get the best picture possible. When I closed it up, Kimmy must have heard the tape compartment shut because she noticed me.
“Please … please stop doing this to me! I’ll do anything you want it hurts. It hurts a lot! Please … please stop it …”
I didn’t say anything, With a last glance to be sure the camera was rolling I picked up the paddle and approached my helpless little prisoner. Kimmy started screaming and getting hysterical, Straining against her bonds she cried out …
“No!.. No! Please! Don;t hurt me anymore … I’ll die … Please!”
I lined it up and gave her a good smack across her left buttock. Kimmy let out her loudest yell yet. Man that must have hurt! I lined up on her other check and the board whistled through the air and landed with a resounding smack!
Kimmy stiffened and then collapsed.
I thought I killed her but with relief I saw that she was still breathing. I took the stun gun and zapped her face a few times to wake her up. She came around slowly and just lay there at first. then she blinked a couple of times and her face screwed up in pain again. I left for the night and had restless sleep until my alarm clock went off. I had set it for 1 hour early and I was tired but, it was time to get up. I thought about calling in sick but I had plans for Kimmy and was afraid that I might kill her too soon if I gave her too much attention.
I didn’t bother to put any clothes on before going downstairs to see Kimmy. When I reached her, I noticed the smell. not only had Kimmy shit, but she also vomited too. Kimmy was asleep. Her ass was still red. Her legs were still stretched taunt with a little pile of shit on the floor between them. Her upside-down face was covered with vomit.
I went into the shower area, turned on the exhaust fan and returned with a damp cloth. I gently wiped her face with it returning a couple of times to rinse the cloth out. I then wiped her ass to get the remaining shit off of her. She woke up during this procedure but I ignored her and just continued with wiping her face and ass up. I then cleaned up the shit, piss and vomit from the floor.
I came back to Kimmy.
“It’s over now honey. Hold on while I get you cleaned up.”
I don’t know what she thought about seeing me naked with a stiff cock but she didn’t make it an issue and neither did I.
I Pulled a folding table into the shower area. I then went to Kimmy and untied her arms. I told her to just relax and let me do the work. She did not have the strength anyway and so she just lay there slumped over the sawhorse. I then went to her feet and gently ticked one of them. She let out a gasp and her toes clenched in an effort to get away.
“Just relax, I was just checking your reflexes. You are going to be just fine dear.”
With that she started to sob. I untied her legs and checked for damage. Aside for a little rope burn and some mild bruising little Kimmy looked none the worst for wear.
Now for the pepper spray.
I reached a hand between Kimmy’s legs and another hand on her chest and lifted her gently off of the sawhorse.
“Just relax,” I cooed, while I carried her limp form to the table in the shower area and laid her down on her stomach. Kimmy looked at me with apprehension as I put a rope around her wrist and secured them to each other under the table. I did not tie her legs this time.
“We have to get that stuff off of you, honey. You’ve been punished enough for one day,” I explained.
I turned on the hose, with the sprayer, after making sure the water was cool I let it run onto Kimmy’s ass checks and cunt lips. She was obviously still in pain because she flinched as the water touched her ass and her legs moved and stretched as she regained their use. I used dish-washing soap on her ass and rubbed it in while getting no small thrill from caressing this young girl’s ass and legs.
I rinsed her often and reapplied soap in an attempt to neutralize the pain giving irritant I so carefully contaminated her body with. I could see that the pepper spay had a slight brownish color and I kept at it until I got it all off of her ass and legs. During this time Kimmy was struggling against her bonds. with her arms bound under the table, she mostly just kicked her feet and moaned in pain as I scrubbed and caressed her firm young body.
After about fifteen minutes of cleaning her beautiful young and shapely ass, I stopped and told her it was time to clean her pussy now. Kimmy looked like she wanted to protest until I asked her if she would rather I leave the stuff on her? Her body relaxed and I untied her hands.
“Turn over dear and let’s get started,” I said gently. She hesitated but rolled over for me. “Okay, now I need your help,” I said to the still frightened child.
I lifted her right leg, bent it at the knee and pushed it back so that her knee was above her chest.
“Hold that right there,” I said placing her right hand on her lower thigh just behind her knee.
I did the same with the left leg and there she was, Lying on her back, holding her own legs open so I could work on her.
I took a soapy wash cloth and gently placed it over her slightly parted her twelve year old pussy lips. Gently I rubbed and caressed as I washed the young girl from the top of her young pubic mound to her anus. She stiffened a few times during this but she was basically being very brave and she never let go of her legs.
After cleaning her up to where I thought I’d gotten most of the irritant off of Kimmy’s skin, I set the wash cloth down and leaning forward I carefully touched my tongue to Kimmy’s still sore cunt. She gasped, released her legs and brought them down preventing me from continuing the experiment.
I straightened up and just glared at her with a spiteful look. She looked back, frightened. I just kept staring at her and Kimmy slowly raised her sweet young legs and exposed her young virgin (and red) pussy for my attentions. Again I gently leaned forward and, being careful not to hurt her, I licked her sweet cunt from just forward of her tight puckered anus to the top of her clit. Then I did it again. After a few times I told Kimmy to pull back farther on her legs. She complied willingly and I was able to give her asshole the attention it deserved. She stiffened as my tongue touched her anus and I swirled in all around the area coming back to lap across her asshole a few times before returning to her cunt.
I straightened up and patted Kimmy’s inner thigh.
“Thank you Kimmy. That felt great. Have you let anyone do that with you before?”
“N-No,” she stammered as I released her leg and asked her how she felt.
Kimmy did not answer.
“I bet you are hungry, tired and sore from head to toe aren’t you?” I said smiling and trying to make a joke of it.
“Yes,” she said and attempted a weak smile of her own.
“Well, we got you cleaned up, the pain should go away shortly. Do you like eggs?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“How do you like them cooked?” I asked.
“Scrambled.”
“Me too,” I replied.
“Stay right there,” I said to Kimmy as I went out of the shower area.
I soon spotted what I was looking for and wheeled the roll-away bed to the center of the room and unfolded it. It was already made up so I just puled the covers down and returned to Kimmy. Taking a towel I started to dry this young child off. Then I stopped, gave the towel to Kimmy.
“Here honey, finish drying yourself while I start breakfast”
With that I left the room locking the doors behind me.
I fried up five eggs, made some toast and orange juice from concentrate and returned to the basement with a plate of food and a glass of orange juice. As I opened the second door I saw that my little princes did not remain on the table as I had hoped. she was standing next to the table with the towel in her hand. I did not look at her, but instead kept my gaze on the bed I had made up for her.
I went to the bed and set the plate on it and the glass on the floor. Only then did I look at Kimmy. she had slowly turned and climbed onto the table. obviously not wanting to displease me. I approached her and laying a hand on her bare ass and asked her if she thought she could walk over to the bed Or if she wanted me to carry her. Before she could answer, I gently kissed her on the forehead. I then stepped back and waited for my answer.
“I think I can walk,” she said and slowly climbed off of the table again.
I led her to the bed and told her to sit and eat while I tried to find something for her to wear. I went back upstairs grabbed an old tee shirt and my breakfast plate and went downstairs to join her.
When I got back downstairs, Kimmy was just sitting on the bed with an empty plate and an empty glass.
“You must be hungry,” I said, “Here, you can have some of mine.”
I sat down next to her naked body, my hip touching hers and a hard on that would not quit. I sat my plate on her lap, placed a hand on her shoulder and using my free hand speared some eggs and held it in front of Kimmy’s face. She reached up like she was going to take the fork but I said that I was going to feed her and that she should just relax and enjoy it.
As I fed Kimmy one bite at a time, I caressed her shoulders, neck and back. I also slid my hand down to her trim little hip and caressed the outer side of her thigh and ass cheek. Of course, she did not want me to touch her at all but after seeing what I could do to her helpless little body, I’m sure that she did not want to anger me. My hand traveled up her young hip all the way to her armpit.
Then I slid my hand forward to her chest and down to her tit. I kept my hand there gently massaging her tit and nipple. Oh! It felt so soft and warm! As I moved my hand down her chest to her bare stomach It seemed like she breathed a sigh of relief. She was just letting me touch her naked body because she knew that she was powerless to stop me from doing anything I wanted to do. Well, a few more torture sessions and she would welcome a gentle touch.
After she finished the second plate of eggs I set the plates aside and held up the tee shirt I had found. It had the name of one of the products I sell and was extra large.
“Stand over here and let’s see how this will fit,” I said.
I helped Kimmy pull the shirt on and, placing my hands on her now covered hips, I admired her slender body. the shirt was the perfect length. It came down to just below her ass cheeks.
“I’m going back to the mall to look for your friends,” I said, “Don’t you be trying to leave. You stole thousands of dollars worth of stuff and I will get it back or you will pay me back every cent of it.”
“But …” she started to say.
“No! Don’t say another word about why you’re here and don’t ever ask me when you can go home. Home for you is right here until I recover what you have stolen from me or until you have repaid what you owe me. It’s going to be hard to find a job for a girl your age that doesn’t have any skills, but I’ll try to think of something you can do. In the meantime, I will continue to look for your friends and the place you have hidden my property.”
With that, I went to the bag I had gotten the night before and pulled out a twenty foot length of medium chain. I bolted one end to the wall near the bathroom and then pushed Kimmy’s bed closer to the chain. I then had young Kimmy come over and I looped one end of the handcuffs into the last link of the chain and snapped the other end around Kimmy’s right ankle.
I then went to the camcorder and inserted a new tape and started recording in six hour mode.
“Here. You may use this glass if you get thirsty and you know where the bathroom is.” I told her as I patted her on the ass and went to work.
During my workday I drove to a neighboring city. I stopped at an auto parts store and purchased a new car battery. It was a sixty month and the clerk said that it had enough cranking power to jump start a ship. I also picked up several radiator hose clamps in different sizes.
I also used my camera and a telephoto lens to take pictures of two cute fourteen to fifteen year old girls coming home from school. I picked an area that was kind of remote and just waited for someone to walk by. I followed the girls at a discreet distance until I found out where they lived, I also looked around the neighborhood. There were for sale signs on two houses within a three block area. The houses both looked abandoned with dried out grass and such. There were several children playing but only one adult and he was just washing his car. This was perfect. Now, if I could get Kimmy to help me.
I had the film developed at the local discount store while I browsed the hardware department. I then stopped at a lumber store before returning the thirty mile home. I got four six-foot lengths of two-by-sixes, several four-by-four posts and several hinges and hasps. They had the kind that locked for just two dollars more so I bought five of them.
END OF CHAPTER ONE