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 juding 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 barettes, 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?"
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 hiccupped.
"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.
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.
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