Chapter 1
"Oh, my-!"
Little Leslie Brown gasped, her cry for help cut off as a huge hand slapped firmly over her mouth. She was jerked off her feet and yanked backward against the man's gigantic body.
Leslie grabbed at the wrist around her trim waist. She kicked out frantically, blindly, fighting with all her might to free herself from the hugging arm. But her legs flailed into the air, kicking nothing. Her delicate little fingers tore at the iron band of the man's forearm. He was squeezing her tummy so hard she couldn't breathe.
She felt herself lifted higher. He dragged her back into the alley.
Leslie's heart pounded hard in her chest.
Oh, my God! He's going to rape me!
She went limp. She felt the strength drain from her limbs. The hand over her mouth ground down hard, crushing her soft lips against her sharp teeth. It hurt terribly!
Tears flooded out of her pretty blue eyes.
Leslie whimpered quietly as she felt herself dragged down the long dark alley. Her little fists clutched the hairy arm over her tummy; her knuckles turned white from the strain.
She moaned as she was finally dragged behind a huge dark-green garbage dumpster. Then the man's hand slipped upward, crushing into her nose.
He was going to suffocate her!
Nooooo! Leslie screamed in her mind. Her hands flew to the fingers cupping her mouth and nose and clawed wildly, trying to pull them away so she could breathe!
Oh, God! God!
She tried to twist her face aside. She kicked and jerked and struggled as hard and as violently as she could. But the man was just too terribly strong.
Suddenly, a door opened. A dull orange light flashed briefly into the alley. It cut off as the door slammed shut on a squeaky spring.
The man holding Leslie froze. Footsteps approached their hiding place.
Leslie snorted silently as the arm around her tummy tightened. The palm over her mouth yanked her head back firmly against the man's body. She tried to suck air into her little lungs, but she couldn't.
She couldn't breathe.
Her lungs burned.
She kicked out again, trying to make noise by knocking something over. But the man holding her threw one leg over her legs and scissored them tightly closed.
She was helpless. She wanted to scream: "Please! Don't kill me! Don't suffocate me! I'm only a little girl! Today is my birthday! Please! Don't kill meeeee!
Her lungs felt like they were going to burst.
Her brain throbbed. She felt herself getting very dizzy.
A loud clatter of noise and a huge plastic bag filled with tin cans was heaved into the dumpster. Footsteps shuffled away. Another brief flash of orange light, and the door slammed shut again.
Silence.
Except for the roaring pounding of blood in her ears. Her arms tingled and went limp.
The man clamped her body even tighter. He brought his lips close to her ear.
"One fucking peep, kid! One fucking little peep, and you're dead meat! Understand?"
His whisper was harsh and urgent.
Leslie nodded weakly. Everything seemed to be getting so hot and hazy and far away.
Suddenly, the grip against her face relaxed. The hand slipped away from her nostrils, and Leslie sucked in a deep painful gulp of air, filling her burning lungs. She blew it out hard, then sucked deeper, filling her lungs to capacity. Her heart was pounding like a gigantic triphammer in her chest.
She could suddenly feel the hard beat of the man's heart, too. He was as scared as she was. Or was it the excitement?
Slowly, his palm slipped away from her lips, his fingers moving down over her chin to her soft slender throat. He wrapped his fingers completely around her neck.
He squeezed harder, then relaxed, letting the child know he could very easily break her fucking little neck, if he wanted to, if she struggled too hard, or made too much noise, while he raped her.
Leslie tried hard to calm herself down. She forced herself to take one deep breath at a time. Slowly, the pounding of her heart eased, just a little.
But she couldn't shake her fear.
Her young mind was in a fog. She knew, intellectually, what was going to happen to her body. But it didn't seem real. No! It couldn't be real! It was happening to some other little girl. Not Leslie.
She was so scared!
Her head was forced backward in the man's painful grip around her throat. Her blue eyes fluttered. She was looking directly into his squinty angry eyes. How horrible! She shut her eyes tightly.
She swallowed with great difficulty. And immediately, she felt the man tighten his grip!
Please! Leslie whimpered to herself!
"Swallow again," the man commanded in a whisper.
Leslie complied. She worked up a bit of saliva and gulped hard. It hurt! He was clutching her slim throat so tight. Her eyes watered with the pain.
"Again," he ordered. His voice was low and trembling, but oddly gentle.
Leslie did the best she could, with her neck bent back. But it hurt so bad. And her mouth was so dry. A few tears slipped from under her tightly shut eyelids, and trickled down her cheeks, wetting the man's trembling hand.
"You got a beautiful throat, kid!" he whispered to her.
Leslie shuddered. Oh, God, he's really insane! He's going to hurt me! But she tried her best to give him a smile, a really pretty smile. Maybe he'd let her go home if she smiled nice and pretty.
Suddenly, the man pressed his dry lips down over Leslie's sweet moist mouth. His hard thin lips hurt her. His crooked teeth battered and scraped against her own immaculate straight clean teeth. She felt the awful disgusting mass of his dry old tongue forcing its way into her mouth. To keep from tasting the horrible thing, Leslie yanked her tongue deep into the back of her throat, and yawned her mouth as wide as she could. She felt the man's tongue wiggling around in the hot moist cavern of her mouth.
She struggled briefly, trying to turn her face away from his mouth. But he gripped her throat tighter and growled. She held her face where he wanted it.
He began chewing on her lips. He gnawed on her full sensuous lips, biting them and sucking on them until they were red and sore.
She went limp in his arms, and let it happen. She prayed this was all he wanted from her. A little hugging and kissing, a little touching.
Then she felt his leg unwrap from her thighs. His arm relaxed from her tummy, and she took her first full deep breath in several minutes. She sucked in air with deep pleasure. Her lungs expanded fully, and she breathed greedily.
And then she gasped. The man's hand leaped to her chest. He cupped her small tit with his palm, massaging her tiny mound through the sleek material of her blouse and bra.
Oh, nooooo! Leslie whimpered in her mind.
Her hand flew down to her chest and she grabbed his hand. But he simply yanked backward hard on her throat and growled low again. She let her hand flutter away.
He was far too strong for such a tiny child.
Leslie was a lovely catch. She was tiny and frail, small breasted, with long blonde hair that reached almost to her waist. Her little hips were just beginning to flare into the softer curves of womanhood. She was a physical, delight.
She moaned as she felt his hand cupping her apple-sized tit mound, rubbing firmly over her blouse, mashing her soft nipple into the meaty little glove of her tit.
The horrible mouth covering her lips nibbled at her with more and more urgency. She winced as he bit her lips and her cheek hard. Her whole body began shaking with sobs as she finally let go, and began crying.
He pulled his mouth away from her face.
Leslie, weeping, left her mouth wide-open, in case he was going to come back inside with his fat wiggling snake of a tongue. But he began nipping at her earlobe. His sharp teeth w nipped at the soft lobe, nicking her skin. His harsh breath roared against her eardrum, sounding to the little girl like some rasping gasping monster out of her worst nightmares.
The hand at her tit was massaging wildly. It roved from one small tit to the other, mashing into her mounds with the heel of his thumb, grinding the tiny lumps of girl flesh into her rib cage, hurting her.
She felt her blouse rubbing back and forth over her tight little training bra cups. She was so small in her tits that she had only recently begun wearing a bra. She was quite far behind some of her girlfriends in physical development. She had practically no cunt hair. She was a nice, happy girl, though, and she had a lot of girlfriends and even more boyfriends. She was extremely popular.
And right now, all her friends were sitting around in the dark at her house, waiting for her to come home from the movie so they could jump out and surprise her.
It was her birthday.
And there was a surprise party waiting for her at home.
"Ann!" she gasped. The man worked her soft little nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and was pinching it hard.
"Please!" she gasped. Her throat contracted painfully under the man's iron-like grip. "Please don't hurt me!"
Only a loud snort greeted her begging. She felt his fingers give her tit a harder pinch, and then move to her throat.
The painful grip on her throat finally relaxed. He slipped his arm behind her shoulder blades, cuddling her small body in the crook of his elbow. He settled back against the alley wall, and sighed. He hugged her, rubbing his nose over her freshly washed hair. It smelled so fresh and clean and young.
The button at Leslie's neck came free in his fingers. She whined as she felt the material loosen. He pushed the collar aside, exposing the soft pulsing flesh of her neck.
He lifted his face away from her pretty hair, and looked down at her exposed neck. He seemed fascinated by the smoothness of her skin. He watched her tiny pulse throb for a few seconds, then bent forward and kissed it. Leslie whimpered loudly.
"Shhhh!" he warned quickly.
He raised his face again, and watched his own hand work the next button free. When he spread it back away from her skin, her brand new bra, stark white, lay exposed. His cock went rigid.
Leslie caught her breath when she heard the man gasp at the sight of her bra. Her tits were heaving hard, filling the white cups with two little mounds of warm girlhood. And the silken cups were so sheer, so translucent, that even in the darkness of the alley, he could easily see the darker circles of the little girl's nipples.
Leslie's nipples were soft and unresponsive within the confining bra cups.
She whimpered as he shifted around. He lifted her body a bit and slipped the blouse back off her bony shoulders. The other buttons held it tightly over her tits. He simply grabbed the front of the material and pulled. The rest of the buttons popped and scattered all over the street of the alley.
He jerked the sleeves awkwardly down her thin arms and yanked the buttoned cuffs off her wrists. She grunted as he shoved her over forward and pulled hard. The cuff buttons popped, too. He threw the blouse against the base of the dumpster.
He stroked her long hair. Then he rested one hand over her bra encased young tit.
"So soft and warm!" he muttered, lost in the thrill of feeling this young child's body.
Leslie sniffled.
"Shhhhh, little girl. You're so pretty! So soft, and small, and sexy!"
Leslie sniffed, then shuddered. The hand on her tit wasn't soooo bad. It rested there, warm and heavy. But she knew it would soon be moving again, hurting her, feeling her all over.
She tried pleading with the man, again.
"Sir? Please let me go home, sir. Today is my birthday, sir. Please don't hurt me any more. Please?"
The man seemed to frown and look at the girl harder, as though seeing her for the first time. His eyes focused on her pretty eyes for a moment, but then they glazed over again, and went dark and angry.
"Shut up, kid! I'll do what I want to you, and you'll take it all! Understand?"
Leslie's lips trembled.
"Y . . . yes, sir," she stammered weakly.
Her tummy quivered as the man slipped one of the bra straps off her shoulder. This was it. He was going to strip her completely. The strap slid down her arm to the crook of her elbow. She moaned quietly as the other strap followed. She felt her body being shifted again, lifted, and a hand fumbled at the hook in the middle of her back. With a sudden release of tension, the bra cups slipped down off her small tits.
He yanked the whole bra away from her body, pulling the shoulder straps roughly off her wrists and throwing the tiny white garment down beside the child's discarded blouse.
Leslie wanted to scream!
She cringed as she felt his rough palm return to her tit. It cupped gently over the hot flesh of the teen-ager's pert breast, his thumb resting firmly on her pale brown nipple.
The child's hands rested together in her lap.
Her fingers shook as she locked her hands together, fighting the urge to reach up and tear his hand from her virgin tit.
She felt herself being lowered backward, the arm under her shoulders moving down low to the small of her back, so that the youngster was arched backward over the man's forearm. Her head rested on the filthy alley street, her long beautiful hair flowing around her onto the dusty oily bricks.
"Raise your arms, kid!" he commanded. Leslie rubbed her hands together over her tummy. They were sweaty. She slowly lifted her arms above her head. Her fingers clenched into tight fists.
This stretched position flattened her small tits against her chest. She looked nearly breastless. The man's cock throbbed hard, desperately hurting and aching to be shoved up the little girl's tight virgin pussy.
He loved them young. The younger the better, to a point. He liked a little tit, a little hip flare, but he was really turned on by a hairless cunt, she was soft, smooth, clean, tight and virgin!
He circled her soft nipple with the tip of his finger. He delighted in the little gasps she made. He poked his finger into the soft dark circle of her nipple, and pressed it deep into the flattened mound of her breast, driving the flesh so deep he could feel her thin ribs.
Leslie cried out in pain.
"Quiet, bitch! I'll bust your fucking neck, kid!"
Leslie bit her lips and moaned quietly.
She felt more shifting. She felt the man's hot breath on her bare skin. Noooo! She caught her breath, cutting off a shriek, as she felt the man's mouth plaster itself to her little tit. He sucked her whole mound into his mouth, gnawing down with his jagged teeth and tonguing the child's soft, unresponsive nipple with the tip of his rough tongue.
He moaned, tasting the sweet virgin sweat on her smooth skin.
Leslie groaned in despair.
She shook her head, denying the sucking mouth on her young tits. She cringed and shuddered as she felt his mouth move from one tit to the other, nipping into her nipples and pulling them away from her chest as far as they could possibly go without tearing right off her body.
The pain was growing unbearable!
She was rocking from side to side, her hair sweeping up the grime and dust from the bricks. She had to bite her own soft lips to keep herself from screaming.
But she couldn't bear it.
She just couldn't!
She arched upright, pushing his face away from her chest, shoving hard and violently at the man's head, and rolling off his lap across the filthy, glass-littered bricks. She tried to scramble to her feet. If she could only get up, she could run away, screaming. She opened her mouth wide to shout for help.
And a thick oily rag, soaked with warm stagnant water, slopped hard into her mouth. It slid back into her throat until the child was gagging on it and clawing at it.
But by then, he was on her.
His palm held the cloth in place, while he threw her flat on her tummy-diving hard on top of her and crushing her bare chest into the broken glass and the bricks.
Leslie screamed over and over into the wet thick gag, but only a muffled moan escaped.
She fought hard, kicking up behind her with her heels, trying to throw the man off her back. But he was yanking backward on her head, cupping her face and chin as he jerked her neck, trying to break it.
Suddenly, the girl went limp.
All the fight was gone.
She simply lay there, breathing hard and fast.
The man on top of her was breathing raggedly, too. He held her head bent back, his hand keeping the gag in her mouth. He made certain the fight was completely gone out of her, then slowly lifted up off her body. But his hand kept a tight hold on her face, his thumb and fingers gouging into her cheeks, mashing the soft inner flesh against her teeth.
"Mother-fucking little bitch! You're gonna regret the fucking hell outta that move, kid!"
He sat upright and straddled the child's bare back. He fumbled in his pockets for a second, and pulled out several lengths of leather thongs, especially prepared for this moment.
He dropped one thong over the child's face, hooked it over the wet cloth in her mouth, then wrapped it a couple of times around her head-yanking hard so that it lodged between her teeth and held the cloth deep in her mouth, her jaws wide-open and strained.
He lifted her long lovely hair out of the way, and tied the leather strip tightly behind her neck. The knot was hidden when he let her soft hair fall back down over her shoulders.
And she was gagged but good.
He'd had that cloth soaking in a small bucket of water and piss all day, just for this purpose. And once he got this kid back to his own place, he had all kinds of things to amaze and torture the young girl's body.
Leslie groaned into the gag. It tasted just awful. It was dripping down her throat. She had to sallow great trickles of the foulest-tasting liquid she'd ever tasted in her life. It was warm and sickening in her mouth and throat, but there was no way to dislodge the thing from between her aching jaws. She could only hold her tongue back away from the soggy mass and try not to swallow at all.
"Oh, yeah! You're gonna wish you'd just laid there and let me play with those sweet little titties of yours, baby girl! 'Cause now it's gonna hurt and hurt!"
He grabbed her arms and twisted them roughly behind her bare back, grinding her soft tits harder into the shattered glass and tiny sharp stones on the bricks. The hard sharp edges gouged into her smooth skin-scratched and hurt and cut!
But all the child felt was the tightness of the thong being wrapped around her frail wrists. He was yanking the string tight. Her wrists were locked so tightly together that her hands throbbed. The circulation was cut off. She worked her shoulders briefly to test the strength of the bonds, but there was no use struggling. They were tight. She'd never free her wrists.
He turned around on her body, bouncing his heavy ass down on the small of her back as he faced her feet. He wrapped a thin thong around her knees, above the knee socks she was wearing. He scooted down on her thighs so he could reach her ankles, then bound them together, too.
"OK, bitch! Time for a little ride!" he said. His voice was shaking with excitement. She was so fucking lovely. And she was all his. All his, to play with to his heart's delight!
He got off her body, and knelt beside her. She was quivering violently, weeping against the hard cold bricks, her pretty face buried under the soft silken cloud of her long blonde hair.
The man's cock was bursting at his zipper.
He lifted her roughly, then carried her light little body down the alley to the far end. There, he quickly threw her tiny body onto the floor of the trunk and slammed the lid down on her.
It was utterly black inside the trunk.
Leslie screamed into the gag, terrified of the tightly closed compartment and the stifling darkness.
She screamed again, and just before she fainted, she emptied her bowels and bladder into her taut white panties, soaking them with her hot piss and staining them and filling them with her hot moist shit.