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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, July 28, 2015

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: bonniean.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), oral, molest, non-cons; M/g(8), cons

story_intro: Little Bonnie's wretched existence brightens slightly when she makes a hidden friend. But when her life takes a far darker turn two years alter, she finds herself abandoned and hopeless.

story_language: English




Bonnie & The Beast

Written by madvlad


	Had anyone asked, Eric could not have told them how old he was or how he had received his name. But no one knew where he was, although his kingdom spanned for many city blocks. There were no subjects in his kingdom, only himself and that was all he needed. Although there were times he wanted someone more.

	For years he had lived in an institution, studied and sampled. Had the people in white spoken with him beyond their cursory questions and commands, they would have uncovered the brilliant mind inside the immensely strong but twisted and deformed physical specimen they saw before them. He studied them and learned their ways and their technology. And during the night of the fire, he slipped away to the places hidden beneath the basement.

	His kingdom was a warren of old abandoned sub-basements and utility tunnels. As he explored them, he discovered other grates like the ones he had found in his old place. They allowed him to observe the outside world from alleys and inside buildings. At night, he would sometimes venture through the grates into these places. Food was easily scavenged and an office building yielded a trove of discarded office equipment. 

	He had electricity in his kingdom, tapped from the newer sources via cables long forgotten by utility companies. His computers allowed him to travel all over the world, seeing the wonders and learning what the standards were for beautiful people. 

	Eric knew he was not, nor ever would be, beautiful.

	His arms were a trifle longer than normal while his legs were the same way but being too short. His trunk was twisted and his face somewhat contorted by whatever medical maladies or perhaps cruelty of the fates had inflicted upon him in his long-departed mother's womb.

	For quite a few years now he had been of an age where he felt the urges for sex. There was plenty of quite graphic information to be found on the internet which fascinated him while also reminding him of another disfigurement. Even erect, his penis was small - both short and thin. And it twisted slightly with knobby growths near the base that looked worse when he was hard. He spent hours gazing at moving and still images, handling his deformed member until he climaxed. Then the emptiness and inadequacy returned after the bliss had passed.

	"Stop! Give it back!" the little girl cried.

	The older boys in the basement of a dilapidated apartment building laughed and dangled the small stuffed dog above the six year-old's head. Bonnie leaped and swung her hand at it, her reddish brown hair flying during another futile attempt to grab it. 

	One of the boys pushed Bonnie hard, sending her sprawling against the wall. There was a grate in the floor that two of the boys managed to lift slightly - the thing was thick and heavy. Laughing, the boy with the dog stuffed the toy under the grate and let it tumble into the dark void below. 

	Finished with their game, the boys left the basement. Bonnie crawled over to the grate and peered down in vain, trying to find her beloved toy. Giving up, she crawled to a corner and sobbed. She sat with her legs drawn up and her face buried in her arms that she had folded over her knees. It was a metallic scrape and thump that startled her. Looking toward the grate, she saw it in place but with her yellow dog with its permanent grin and dangling tongue sitting by it. She scooped it up and looked into the grate again, seeing and hearing nothing. She paused and left the basement.

	A short while later, she returned with a piece of paper that she stuffed through the grate. She could hear the whispery flutter of the paper as it disappeared in the gloom and then heard nothing at all.

	Eric waited until the girl was gone before he retrieved the paper, not wanting to give her any more of a clue of his existence. He brought it back to his den where he could examine better it under the light. In various colors of crayon were childish drawings of the toy dog and a smiling girl, with several hearts scattered about. Written on crooked, blocky letters was the message, "Thank Yuu 4 Rezkuing Bo. Luv, Bonnie."

	Eric gazed at the paper for some time before he went to a metal box where he kept the special treasures he had found - jewelry, a few ticket stubs from movies he had attended late at night while wearing a hooded jacket to conceal his features, and other odds and ends. He carefully laid the paper inside and gently closed the lid.

	And so Eric and Bonnie began their unique friendship. Eric never showed his face for fear of frightening the girl - he wouldn't even speak. But they would exchange notes and items, often with one or both of them remaining near the grate but never making direct contact. Eric learned that the girl lived with her father who sometimes had some scary people in the apartment. She would hide in her bedroom, huddling under the covers with Bo. Eric kept every note and picture she left and placed them in his treasure box.

	On her seventh birthday, which went uncelebrated in the apartment, Bonnie found another small stuffed dog and a cupcake with pink icing waiting for her. Eric had plenty of money, having twice come across drug deals gone bad. As the participants lay bleeding from gunshot wounds, he scuttled away with the cash. The first time, he had also taken some of the cocaine but after one snort left him disoriented and nauseous, he sent the rest of the powder to the sewers. When he went shopping, it was always at night and hidden in a bulky, hooded jacket.

	At Christmas, Bonnie got yet another dog. The thank you note was quite elaborate, depicting drawings of Bo and his companions on adventures. Eric noted how Bonnie's spelling and penmanship were improving and felt a touch of pride in that since her notes to him gave her plenty of practice. 

	As Bonnie's eight birthday approached, Eric had already selected another stuffed animal - a cat this time as Bonnie had alluded to the fact that her dogs were "nice dogs" and were never mean to cats. But on the day before her birthday, Eric found a shoebox with Bo and the other two animals sitting by the grate. 

	Fearing rejection, he was heartbroken and it wasn't until hours later before he read the accompanying note. Bonnie explained how some very bad men were frequently coming to the apartment and one of them had threatened to rip her toys apart after he found her playing with them in the living room when they were about to "conduct some business".

	Eric's pity for himself moved to sadness for Bonnie - along with a very grave concern. He soon spent most of each day near the grate in Bonnie's building. 

	It was a week later when a man Eric had never seen led Bonnie into the basement. The girl didn't look happy to be with him and he soon had her backed in a corner near the grate. Eric could see everything from an angle below.

	"While my partners and your daddy are doing your business, we're going to have some fun," the man said in an oily voice. "You know what I mean."

	"I don't want to do that again," Bonnie whined.

	"I don't give a shit what you want," the man said, his voice carrying a cold undertone. 

	He unzipped his pants, thrusting his erection in Bonnie's face. With tears dribbling down her cheeks, the little girl opened her mouth and started sucking on the prick. The man put his hand on Bonnie's head and forced her forward until she started to gag on his member.

	"You know what I want," the man warned.

	Bonnie moved her head back and forth, her cheeks hollowing with suction as she orally stroked his meat. Eric was transfixed, watching a sex act in person for the first time. When the man came in the child's mouth, his unwilling little partner choked and coughed.

	The man looked at the mess dribbling from Bonnie's mouth and laughed unkindly.

	"You look like a whore," he sneered. "I wonder if you're a whore where it counts."

	He unbuttoned Bonnie's pants and pulled them down. When he tried to take her panties down, she grasped the waistband and pulled them upward to inadvertently tighten the material around her cunny and form a camel toe. 

	"Bonnie," the man said in a low growl.

	Bonnie meekly dropped her hands to her sides and allowed the man to slide her panties down. Eric's breath caught as he observed the bald puffiness of her sex. He had seen plenty of women and even teens on his computers, but there was something so fresh and pure about the little girl's quim that made him painfully hard. 

	The man pinched Bonnie's labia, prying them apart to look deeper. Then he wet a finger and inserted into the girl, making Bonnie whimper.

	"Well, well. You're still a virgin," the man murmured. "I figured you'd have opened your legs for someone by now. But I guess you've been saving yourself for me, haven't you?"

	Bonnie wept as the man laughed. She had seen her father watching pornography and didn't understand the allure of such things. She certainly didn't like this man touching her.

	Eric was rubbing his crotch as he watched the calloused fingers manipulating Bonnie's hairless genitals. From somewhere above, another man yelled down and the man molesting the girl pulled his hand away.

	"I'm coming," he called to his unseen associate and then turned back to Bonnie. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'll do you up right real soon."

	After the man left, Bonnie pulled her clothing back in place and slumped against the wall, weeping as she sank to a sitting position. Eric immediately lost his erection, having ignored Bonnie's distress earlier as he watched her being used. It felt like a hard blow to the gut and he felt the burning of his stomach contents threatening to rise in his throat. He felt ill.

	And he felt unworthy.

	The days and nights became a gray haze for Bonnie as she became numb to nearly everything with constant dread settling in her. The men came to the apartment at all hours and her father, who had treated her as a troublesome burden in better times, was even quicker to lash out at her with his voice and hands. 

	Then there was Derek, the man who would take her aside and force her to suck him off whenever the opportunity arose. Her lips felt bruised from the hard meat he slid between them and it seemed like the fishy aftertaste of his semen in her young mouth could never fully be washed away. After he had deposited his slime in her, he would use his hands on her. With her panties down, she was pinched and poked in her crotch and her bottom. 

	The last time, he had twisted his finger as he jammed it between her legs until Bonnie cried from the pain. It was if he was trying to break something that was blocking him in there. And he promised that soon enough she would get was she was begging for. But what she was really begging for was to be left alone.

	And what hurt the most was that her secret friend had abandoned her. Eric (as she knew his name from his notes) must have seen her with Derek in the basement that one day. She believed he was done with her, disgusted by such a dirty girl who did things with her mouth and let a man feel her private parts. Still, she wrote notes of apology every day and begged him to reply, saying a silent prayer (as much as she knew about praying) each time a note fell into the darkness below the grate.

	Eric was in torment. He could not deny the arousal he had experienced seeing Bonnie as he had. But she had been helpless and frightened and he had done nothing. Although he had studiously avoided contact with others except for the mundane, practically anonymous purchases he would make, he felt his inaction to be a betrayal. Bonnie needed a true friend, not one who only stared at her nakedness and lacked the courage to cross over and come to her aid. He never saw the notes that fell through the grate each day as he now deliberately avoided that part of his kingdom.

	Until he heard her screaming.

	Karl was royally pissed off. Just has he was about to score some big time deals, he found out that one of his middlemen had been cutting the product. Junkies might be otherwise worthless, but they knew who had the best shit. And the dealers would stop buying from him and if the suppliers got wind of something tricky going on with his organization, pieces of him would be floating down the river in short order.

	Originally, he hadn't suspected the man. In fact, Karl had used the guy's apartment as a local base while they sorted things out. The guy's dead wife had saddled him with a brat but Karl had let the little bitch know on no uncertain terms what he'd do to her stupid stuffed animals if she kept getting in the way. 

	Now, they were taking care of business, teaching the middleman about what happens when he tries to make extra cash on his own. By now, there wasn't much left to work on as he was mostly unresponsive. The rag in his mouth had kept him pretty quiet and he was doing not much more than bleeding out what his heart was weakly pumping. Then he noticed the kid was in the room, standing in a ratty nightgown.

	Bonnie had been shivering in her bed as she heard the yelling and thumping. She was pretty sure she heard her father, too, but his voice sounded muffled. When it seemed quieter, she had ventured out. The scary men were standing on the other side of the couch, looking at something on the floor. Then she saw her father's bloody hand just beyond the couch, the hard hand that she knew the feel of frequently, lying still on the floor. 

	"Shit! It's that bitch!" spat the man who seemed to be in charge.

	Bonnie saw the other men turn to look at her. Derek was holding a knife, its blade curved and serrated and dripping red.

	"No witnesses," Karl growled. "Derek, take care of her."

	Bonnie bolted for the door. Derek tried to follow but tripped over the dying man on the floor. This gave Bonnie a little more time as she built a small lead, scampering downstairs. Cursing, Derek followed, stopping on the ground floor as he surveyed the lobby. The front door always took a long time to close and it was already shut, so he didn't think she had gone outside. Then he remembered the basement.

	"Please! Please help me!" Bonnie wailed into the grate.

	There was no reply except the thudding footsteps of Derek coming downstairs. Bonnie hid behind some rusting appliances, but Derek found her in a few minutes.

	"You heard the boss," he said. "No witnesses. But don't worry - I'll make sure your little cherry cunt doesn't go to waste before you meet your daddy in Hell."

	Bonnie screamed as he pinned her to the floor, trapping her hips between his knees. He pulled her nightgown up to reveal threadbare underpants that shredded when he pulled them from her. Her tiny sex lay bald and vulnerable for him. She flailed her arms, striking ineffectively but annoying Derek enough to strike her on the side of the head. The basement was suddenly silent as Derek reached for his belt buckle.

	A scraping sound made him turn his head and he saw the grate get pushed from its sunken mount. What came out was sort of human-looking and made Derek stand and tighten his grip on his knife.

	"What the fuck?" he spat. "Is this Ugly Day or something?"

	Eric's response was a sudden lunge that seemed impossibly quick. As Derek started to counter with his knife, Eric took him by the shoulder and threw him against a wall where he landed with a sickening crunch. 

	Bonnie was blinking, trying to make sense of the blurred figures in the room as she felt herself being lifted. Her vision was swimming as she descended into the darkness as the grate was slid back in place. And then everything became completely dark and silent.

	She awoke in a nest of soft blankets on the floor. Sitting near her was a man with a misshapen face and a body that looked slightly out of proportion. 

	"I'm Eric," he said. "And I'm sorry I left you before."

	Hanging his head, Eric waited for the girl to scream or cry at his appearance. Or perhaps shout her anger at his betrayal. He wasn't expecting the weight of her little body crashing into him or her arms hugging his neck. Befuddled by the first warm human contact he had ever known, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around the girl and they remained in their embrace as things that didn't need forgiveness were silently forgiven.

	Over the next week, Eric followed the news of the grisly murders and subsequent investigation. In a city where killings were nothing new, the media was electrified by the brutal stabbing death and the other man believed to be one of the killers found virtually crushed against the wall of the basement. A school photo of Bonnie was frequently shown since the little girl was missing and people by now were assuming the worst.

	Bonnie was safe and secure as she was shown around her friend and savior's "kingdom". It might have been strange, but she found her fears floating away and was starting to enjoy her new life. She had a room of her own which she shared with her collection of stuffed dogs - and now one cat.

	The only dark blot happened after a week of her arrival. She had awoken at an odd hour and found Eric at his computer watching an explicit video while his hand was busy in his groin. He groaned and then took a tissue to wipe what landed on the desk.

	"Why do you do that?" she asked - a question she never would have dared to pose to her father.

	Startled, Eric stuffed his penis back in his pants.

	"You shouldn't have seen that, he said gruffly.

	Bonnie took a step back and Eric softened his voice.

	"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What I was watching was things that men do with women."

	"Then why don't you do that with real women?" Bonnie asked innocently. "My dad sometimes had ladies come and visit him. I know what they were doing because I could hear the sounds in his bedroom. And he gave them money but I don't know why."

	"No woman would have me - not for any amount of money I could give them," Eric replied, the bitterness edging into his voice.

	Bonnie left and pondered the sadness of her dear friend.

	Eric was in bed when he heard a tapping against the doorframe. Rubbing his eyes, he peered in the dim light and saw a pale figure standing in the doorway. As his eyes focused, he saw Bonnie in the nude, trembling as she started toward him.

	"Bonnie? What are you...what's wrong? Where are your clothes?"

	Bonnie approached the bed and climbed on top. Despite his confusion, Eric couldn't keep his eyes from roaming over her sleek little form, particularly the soft V of flesh with the dimpled cleft between her legs.

	"I'm scared," she said in a small voice. "I feel bad that you can't do...that stuff with a woman. So you can do it with me. But I'm scared."

	Eric tried to say something, but he could find no words. Here was this child, naked and offering herself to him and he could not deny what he wanted. 

	"Don't be frightened," he said as he pulled her down to him.

	Eric's first touches were soft and fleeting as he stroked Bonnie's soft girl flesh. The he explored her naked torso, massaging her before his fingers crept back to her hairless vulva. The child's cunny was warm and yielding to him. Having studied very carefully in front of the computer, he took his time, teasing her clitoris to stiffness and gently fingering her. 

	Bonnie murmured something and opened her legs a little wider for him. He could feel the dew from her on his fingertip and when he lowered his head to smell her fragrance, he found her intoxicating. When he lowered his mouth to her mons, she was not expecting that and gave a small exclamation.

	He savored her hairless pussy, licking deeply and drinking her sweet nectar as the child moaned. Warm and plumply soft, her flesh was delicate and succulent on his tongue and he craved more. Something was happening down there that made Bonnie writhe in response to an urge she didn't understand. Her smooth thighs clamped against the sides of Eric's head as she was eaten and she tried to lift her rear from the bed to feed her bubbling young twat to him.

	"Ungh!" she groaned as she felt something uncoil in her sex.

	Eric drank the child's cum and then crawled on top of her, his penis throbbing with need that only Bonnie's warm and wet little quim could meet. Bonnie looked down her body to see him pressing into her bald mound. Her delicate labia opened for him and she could feel him stretching her entrance.

	"Don't be afraid," he whispered.

	Although she answered with a nod, her heart was hammering as this mysterious new thing was about to happen. Eric thrust in, plucking the little girl's virginity so quickly that she barely had time to yelp before she felt his presence pressing deeper inside of her. When he reached her cervix, he paused, feeling the eight year-old's twatlet tightly clasping him all over. Bonnie lay still; marveling at how she had been opened and filled, feeling another person deep in her most intimate place. 

	With careful movements, Eric stroked in and out of the child. What he thought was the ugliness of his deformed member aroused Bonnie as the twisted and bumpy flesh rubbed against her sensitive, stretched tissues. Her moans made him stop until she implored him to continue.

	"I like it," she gasped. "It feels so...so...like that thing is going to happen again."

	Eric continued his copulation, finding the little girl's sheath perfectly snug and slippery. Bonnie's arms were flung wide on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets as Eric's unique cock lewdly mauled her overheated cunny. Her nipples were stiff on her undeveloped chest as she thrust it into the air. With a loud cry, she came again, falling limply to the bed while her man continued thrusting into her immature pussy. 

	The convulsions and twisting of Bonnie's little cuntlet was like sweet agony around Eric's prick. He sawed into her tiny hole, spattering the sheets with her fluids until he answered her with his own climax. Bonnie gave him a wordless murmur as she seed filled her young womb. 

	Eric lowered himself onto her, holding her and keeping their bodies joined. 

	"Thank you," he croaked. "I won't take advantage of you like this again, though."

	"It's okay," Bonnie replied sweetly. "I'm not scared anymore."

	"I'm glad, but I shouldn't -"

	"No, I really like it," Bonnie insisted. "Now I know why men and woman like this. You can do it with me any time you want."

	Eric wasn't sure how to respond, but his penis did it for him.

	"Oh!" was Bonnie's surprised response as she felt him hardening inside her. 

	With a happy smile, she spread her legs farther for him.



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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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