Because underneath it all, he rape was a rabid, sadistic pedophile with a taste for little boys. Mike wasn't like other pedophiles, mind you. He didn't love little boys. rather, he loved hurting raping them! It was such great fun to him to rape and torture a young boy, then to watch them slowly die, rather than to teach them soft sex, which he personally found quite repulsive rapes. Town after town, Mike rarely failed to find a boy to please him. He wasn't choosy -- any old boy he could get his photos hands on would do. It wasn't so much the sex he enjoyed as it raping secretary was the pain, the domination, the sheer pleasure of having control over such young, innocent and quite helpless lives! So it didn't much matter what they looked like or who they were still, the better they looked to him, the more he enjoyed what he did. The town he'd come to recently was like so many others -- quiet, small, the kind of place people didn't lock their doors, where everyone knew everyone, whatever. What HE liked about it were the kids -- they were all over! And video most of the time, he'd noticed, they seemed attracted to one particular place. It was an abandoned factory toward the edge of town, the kind of place that attracted kids like a magnet. Big, empty and old, it was ideal for games like War or Cops and Robbers, a perfect place to play Hide raping secretary and Seek. Over the past raping weekend, he'd watched the place carefully, hoping for an opportunity. Unfortunately, the few kids he did see go in there were mostly in groups, which left him feeling rapes quite disappointed and only served to heighten his agressions. Luck, however, was with him Monday morning. He'd been hiding nearby, scoping the place rapes out, when he saw a boy come wandering along. He'd been hiding nearby, scoping the place rapes out, when he saw a boy come wandering along..
He was a small kid, maybe four and a half feet, but not quite five feet, tall. He wore a blue plaid button down shirt that hung rape out over his belt it looked to be a hand-me-down, a bit big on him and well fitting, slightly faded jeans that looked to have seen a lot of use the ground-in dirt on the knees was all too apparent. His shoes were plain, black basketball sneakers rape with dirty white laces. Despite the loose fitting clothes, which were obviously too big for him, he looked thin. Not concentration camp survivor thin, but skinny, with just enough meat on his bones to look healthy. Short, straight, sandy blonde hair, and the brightest blue eyes Mike had ever seen, standing out against the kid's light complexion, which in turn was dotted with a good smattering of freckles. Beyond that, his face was pretty much average, average nose, average mouth, but it might forced sex as well have been the face of an angel to Mike. He was carrying schoolbooks, Mike saw, but he obviously wasn't going to school! Instead, the raping secretary boy looked around and hurried into the old plant. Playing hooky, eh? Mike said to himself, his hard cock forming photos a tent in his pants. Wonder what your Mom and Dad would say about that! Chuckling to himself, Mike stepped out of his hiding place and looked around, making sure nobody saw him. Seeing nobody else, he snuck up to the partly open door to the plant and peered inside. The raping secretary kid had tossed his schoolbooks aside and was running around, ducking behind I-beams, like he was hiding from something some sort of game, Mike decided. Good, he thought, let him play -- it'll give me time to get ready raping secretary. and rape then he'd give him a REAL game to Play! He ducked away and ran back to his car, hidden behind some trees near the plant. Already he had a plan in mind, one that had worked for him before. Shedding his own jeans and flannel shirt, he pulled on a pair of blue pants and a blue shirt -- actually a uniform from a service station he'd worked at once -- from a duffel bag on the back seat and put them on. Shedding his own jeans and flannel shirt, he pulled on a pair of blue pants and a blue shirt -- actually a uniform from a service station he'd worked at once -- from a duffel bag on the back seat and put them on..
| He moved quickly, lest real pictures he lose his chance. Then, from the duffel bag, he removed an old police badge he'd picked up in a pawn shop once rape. The thing was old, probably something a raping secretary boozing cop or an old widow had sold for a few bucks. Nonetheless, it served a forced sex purpose. Now dressed, he grabbed up the duffel bag and headed real pictures back to the plant, peeking inside. The boy was on his knees now, drawing in the dirt with a piece raping secretary of wood. Stepping back quietly, Mike shoved the duffel into some bushes and prepared himself, putting on his best Look of Authority. The kid would never know video what hit him. xxx Craig didn't see rapes the man right away. He was busy playing, pretending he was exploring the rape surface of Venus, that the huge plant was a Venusian cave. | Running to rape and fro, he almost jumped out of his skin when the man called out to him. He stopped dead in rape his tracks. Hold it right there, real pictures mister! You're are rape in a lot of trouble, young man! Craig raping secretary turned slowly, spotting the man standing in the doorway. Uh-oh, forced sex he thought, caught! The man was neatly dressed his hair was cut short, almost a crew cut, his face was clean shaven. He wore what to Craig looked like some kind of police uniform it was all blue, pants and shirt, and he had a badge tacked to the left side of his shirt. Craig raping secretary swallowed hard. |
Was he raping secretary in some kind of trouble? Likely he was! The man strode up to him, a very stern look on his face. Rapes this building has been condemned by the town council the man spoke, his voice echoing throughout the room. And on top of that, why aren't you rapes in school? Rapes craig swallowed hard again. Real pictures his mother would kill him! Still, he stood his ground, trying very hard to raping secretary think of a way out of this. Um, are you a cop? he asked. If you're a cop, where's your gun? I'm not a cop the real pictures man told him. I'm a Building rape Inspector. I'm with the Fire Department forced sex. I saw you come forced sex in here and believe me, you're in big trouble, mister. What's your raping name? Craig rape Sommers, sir Craig answered. The man stared at him, his face expressionless. How old are you, Craig Sommers? How old are you, Craig Sommers?.
Eleven, video sir. The man smiled. It wasn't a normal smile, not a fond one or a friendly one, but kind of a leer, one rape that sent chills down Craig's spine. You're in a lot of trouble, Craig Sommers the raping man said, more quietly this time, almost a whisper, and believe me kid, you don't know how much. Craig started to back up right then, but he was just a hair's breadth too late. The man grabbed the boy's slender shoulders and spun real pictures him around, clamping one hand over his mouth before he could cry out. Shoving Craig to the floor, the man pressed one knee into his back, forced sex keeping his hand firmly over Craig's mouth. Now raping secretary you listen up, Craig Sommers! You're going to do what you're told and not give me even a bit of trouble, you got that? If you do, I'll hurt you so bad you'll wish you were dead! Raping the threat was enough to make Craig freeze. Inwardly, raping secretary he groaned. No. PLEASE raping secretary tell me this ISN'T happening he thought to himself. The man's hand came away from his mouth, but Craig made no attempt to scream -- especially not with the man still on top of him! Give me your hands, Craig the man ordered, even as he was pulling Craig's hands together behind him. He felt something real pictures being wrapped around his wrists, something rough and scratchy -- rope, apparently. I real pictures like little boys, Craig the man sneered, twisting Craig's head to the side and stuffing a balled up wad of cloth in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye Craig saw the man withdraw a kerchief, which he tied over Craig's mouth, keeping the other video wad in. Out of the corner of his eye Craig saw the man withdraw a kerchief, which he tied over Craig's mouth, keeping the other video wad in..
| Rapes i like to hear them scream and cry, you know that? Little boys scream and cry a lot when I fuck them in the ass. Rape i'm gonna fuck your ass, Craig. I'll bet it's a TIGHT ass, and it's gonna hurt a lot when I fuck it. And you know what, Craig? And that's not ALL I'm gonna do, either! Inside, Craig writhed at the unfairness of it all real pictures. He had seen plenty of television newscasts concerning the sex murders of young children kids who had been kidnapped, stripped stark naked, beaten, raped, killed -- and sometimes forced sex even worse things! -- and Craig was plenty bright enough to realize that something rather like photos this was now happening to HIM! He had no real ground for complaint -- he was, after all, here by choice although if he had known that THIS was going to happen to him, he would most certainly have chosen to go elsewhere If nothing else, it meant an end to a thoroughly video miserable existence. | He DID hope that he could face up to his death bravely, and not give this pervert any enjoyment out of his dying and he deeply regretted the agony which he knew his mother and father were bound to suffer from his murder. In thinking all of this, Craig could not help but give vent to a deep-felt, soul-wrenching sigh, which his captor either failed to hear, or forced sex else ignored completely. The man hauled Craig to his feet and, holding his arm, pushed him, half-stumbling, deeper into the old plant. Yessiree, Craig, I'm going to have a fucking ball with you. It gives me a raping real fuckin' kick, you know? Rape i just love raping cute little kids like you. It's Fun video. He gave Craig a real pictures shake. That raping scare ya, huh? |
Does it rapes? He laughed rapes. If it don't, I got rapes some real surprises in store for ya, Craig. And they WILL forced sex scare ya! He stopped then, turning Craig toward what had once been an office forced sex back when the plant was in operation. Pushing the boy ahead of him inside, he pushed the sagging wooden door closed photos as far as it would go and turned Craig to face him. The office was bare, outside of an overturned wooden milk crate in one corner forced sex and some old papers. The man pushed Craig over raping secretary to the wooden crate and told him to stand, while the man himself sat down, positioning Craig in front of him. Well now, let's see the photos goods, shall we? the man laughed, undoing Craig's belt and the snaps on his real pictures pants, finally pulling them down his legs to his ankles. He ordered Craig to step out of them, then took off the boy's underwear next photos. Forced sex huh! Not much, raping secretary guess you ain't seen puberty yet! the photos man laughed. Well, consider video this a crash course! He cupped his hand under Craig's balls, rubbing them then, for no reason at all, he suddenly grabbed them and squeezed! Craig screamed into his gag at the sudden shock of pain and collapsed, raping secretary the man's hand still firmly clenching his balls. Craig screamed into his gag at the sudden shock of pain and collapsed, raping secretary the man's hand still firmly clenching his balls..
As soon as the boy hit the ground the real pictures man let go of his nuts and Craig fell back, his head bouncing painfully off the concrete. Before he knew it the man was over him, straddling him, then sitting on his chest. Woowee forced sex yeah! the man yelled, his face flushed with excitement. He pulled something out of his pocket -- it looked like a length of wire to Craig video -- and leaned forward. Craig felt the video man's fingers stroking his little penis, which, in spite of the pain he still felt, got hard very quickly. Video then he felt something else, something slightly cool, being wrapped around it, tighter and tighter. Craig let out a little gasp as the wire, which he was sure it was, pinched a little skin on his cock as it grew tighter. He could feel video the man twisting it, twisting until it was like a steel band, with a slightly worse, more annoying sting where it had caught the bit of skin, wrapped around his cock! The man stood up, and Craig could see it now, wrapped around the base of his penis so tightly that everything above it was engorged. The skin there was turning red already, all the blood suffused into it. Does that hurt, Craig? Does it rapes? Raping you gonna cry for me, Craig? the man teased, making crying faces at rape him. Craig bit down and refused to real pictures cry. He didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of seeing real pictures his pain. If he was going to die, he at least wanted to die bravely rape! The man looked angry.