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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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Filename: captured.txt
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story_codes: MMM/g(9), first, non-cons, cons?

story_intro: When young Alison has an unfortunate encounter with a trio of men who tie her down in an old warehouse, her preteen body is theirs to enjoy at the their leisure.  But the little girl soon discovers that for many of their actions, she discovers some very interesting reactions of her own.

story_language: English




Captured and Cumming

Written by madvlad


	Alison usually didn't walk this far from home - a townhouse where she lived with her parents and newborn sister - but it was a nice day this Saturday morning and she had a lot on her mind. It had been a week since her parents came home with Rachel, the baby. Alison very excited to be a big sister and could sit for hours in awe of the little creature who was her sister. But Rachel liked to sleep most of the time and her parents said she would be more awake and able to play as she got older.

	Still, it was kind of neat having Rachel around. Of course this meant that her parents had to devote more of their attention to the baby, but they had explained that to Alison long before Rachel was born. Alison understood that, but all of the new changes at home still left her feeling a little lonely.

	She stopped and looked around, suddenly aware of her surroundings. She was somewhere in a commercial district - businesses and offices that were closed for the weekend. Scanning the area with her blue eyes, Alison tried to get her bearings. She went to the right at an unfamiliar corner, thinking this would be a shortcut to get to the park. It turned out to be the very wrong direction for her - but the right one for some others...

	"Target at two-clock," Neil called from the front passenger seat of the van.

	"I see it," confirmed Wes from the driver's seat. "We got ourselves a blonde."

	"Blonde on top, bald below," corrected Brian from the back as he knelt by the sliding door.

	"Wouldn't have it any other way," Wes agreed, amiably. "I don't see any witnesses."

	"We're clear on my side," Neil confirmed. "It's a go."

	As she was at least two feet away from the edge of the sidewalk, Alison was not concerned when she heard a vehicle approaching from behind. It wasn't until she heard a door sliding open that she turned to look. But by then, a strong hand was slapped over her mouth while an arm snaked across her middle. She was stunned for a moment, which was all the time it took to be tossed into the van as it sped off again.

	Alison started to scream as Brian slammed the door closed. Neil was already coming back from the front and dove on top of her, cutting her scream off with his hand. Brian joined them and patted her leg with a strangely gentle touch.

	Brian was a leg man. Actually, he liked the entire package, but he loved a great pair of legs. This kid definitely fit the bill as her limbs were tanned and slender with some shapeliness in the thighs - not mature but not all twig-like skinny with knobby knees like some little girls had.

	"Here's the deal, Kid," he began as he stroked her leg. "We're going to keep you for a few hours. Some of it might hurt but we're not going to kill you. Some of it will blow your little fucking mind. You can struggle if you want - we don't mind. But it will go a lot faster if you cooperate. Nod if you understand."

	Alison's eyes were wild and teary as she searched the cramped space of the van for help. There was none to be found. She thought the man rubbing her leg was kind of creepy because strangers should touch girls like that. Reluctantly, she nodded. Neil removed his hand.

	"What's your name?" Neil asked.

	"Alison."

	"Alison - now that's a pretty name. You certainly are a pretty girl and we're going to get to know every pretty part of you. How old are you?"

	"Nine."

	"Nine," Neil repeated. "Isn't that a nice age?"

	Brian nodded.

	"Now, Alison. What do you call that place right between your legs? Where you have that little slit."

	Alison turned red, but was too frightened not to cooperate.

	"My vagina," she said softly.

	"Good! That's right. And what do you do with your vagina?'

	"It's where I pee."

	"Uh huh. And what else?"

	Alison's brain raced for answers. That was one of her private places. She knew that's what her mother had used to give birth to Rachel, but Alison wasn't having a baby. All she knew was...

	"It's a place that people aren't supposed to touch, except if it's a doctor or my mom."

	"So we're not supposed to touch you there?" Neil asked.

	"No!"

	"Guys," Neil sighed. "We're not supposed to touch her there."

	"Damn," Brian groused, shaking his head.

	"Point taken," Wes called from the front. "However, there is something else about her vagina she is not aware of - another use, if I may say. As her elders, we would be remiss if we did not bring this to her attention and teach her in great detail."

	"Good," said Brian. "I don't feel like doing what I'm supposed to, anyway."

	The van pulled into the loading bay of a building. From the back, Alison couldn't see where they had gone and in her terror, had lost all track of time. She was hauled from the back and led into a room with a bed on one side. She saw chains and shackles anchored to the bed's steel frame and became even more frightened. She noticed a lot of ugly stains on the mattress - yellowish brown ones. In the center were darker ones - redder in color. It reminded her of blood and she panicked.

	"Not so fast, Alison," Brian laughed as he caught her arm when she bolted. "We've got plenty of time."

	He forced Alison to the bed. The other two joined him as they pulled at her clothes. Alison fought as fiercely as she could, but a frightened nine year-old was no match for three motivated grown men and in short order she was naked and shackled.

	Wes sat beside her and rubbed her chest, squeezing the flatness around her pink nipples. There was no sign of any titty development there.

	"Aw," he said. "You didn't bring us any tits to play with."

	"I don't...I'm only nine."

	"Yeah, I guess that's a reasonable excuse. On the other hand, your pussy looks nice and tight."

	"What?"

	"Your pussy. It's another name for your vagina."

	"Oh."

	"Is your pussy as nice and tight as it looks?"

	"I don't know," Alison sniffed, her embarrassment rising as it took a seat near her fright.

	"I'll bet it is," Wes said as he trailed his fingers over her smooth mound.

	Alison squirmed and wept at the touch. Wes grinned. She had the perfect little girl pussy - small and hairless and with a little swell of flesh that eventually diminished as they got older. The trouble with little girls is that they just didn't know what to do with these awesome little treasures. That's where he and his friends came in - and they came inside repeatedly with every one of their young "guests".

	They had been doing this for nearly two years now. Snatching a kid every week or two. Breaking them in and teaching them right. They'd had them as young as seven and as old as a younger-looking twelve. And then they'd let them go after providing plenty of incentive for them not to tell anyone. To be safe, they also changed vehicles and locations regularly but they had yet to hear anything in the news about a young girl being abducted and raped that coincided with their escapades.

	Wes applied more pressure to Alison's cunt. She was writhing and sobbing in earnest now, but his grip was sure and there was nothing she could do to stop her molestation. She certainly pled her case with emotional gusto, but Wes continued to squeeze and probe her little snatch to his content.

	After some time, he managed to squeeze his finger into the child's entrance, finding the small piece of resistance that these young ones usually still had when they were grabbed. 
He prodded it, enjoying its elasticity. Then he wriggled his finger tip against the small hole in the middle pushing a few millimeters deeper inside virgin territory.

	He pulled his finger back, not wanting to deprive his cock of the pleasure of breaking the thing in case he got too carried away with his finger. He focused instead on the girl's clitoris, manipulating it until he could feel it growing and stiffening. Flashes of confusion - and something else - swept across Alison's face as she continued to cry. He twiddled the small nub while sliding his fingers over her bald mons and between her pliant labia.

	Alison's mind was swirling. Here she was kidnapped, chained and being touched in her private place. But something odd and new was twitching there where the man was touching her. It felt good, but it shouldn't. And why was she becoming not just hot inside, but...

	Wet. Wes knew he had crossed the milestone when he detected her lubrication. It was barely present, at first. But now the small flow of it was undeniable. Alison might be scared, but her pussy responded as it should to the stimulus he gave it.

	He took his hand away, sucking her juice from his fingers as he left the bed. Brian was next, taking his place as he applied his own fingering techniques to the little girl. And sure enough, he was running his other hand up and down her legs, doing what he fantasized every time he saw a little girl in shorts or a short enough skirt or dress.

	When it was Neil's turn, he focused more on Alison's non-existent breasts. Just because nothing had sprouted there didn't mean he didn't enjoy sucking on her little nippies until they were standing erect on her otherwise featureless chest.

	Wes and Brian had already heated up Alison's immature cunny and with Neil continuing their work while giving her more stimulation from her nipples. Her crying had subsided and now she was groaning in an erotic way that was incongruous with her nine year-old's voice. But the three men had heard that plenty of times before from the throats of their young captives. Alison's groans came quicker and more frantic as she strained in her shackles until she gave one huge one and sank into the mattress.

	"Did you like that?" Neil asked with a leer. "Don't lie, little girl."

	Her face red and tear-stained, Alison nodded.

	"Good, it's called cumming. And you're going to do lots of it today. And we're going to cum, too. And teach you how to fuck. Oh look, Wes is already dressed for the occasion."

	Alison looked up as Neil got up and swallowed hard when Wes approached the bed. His clothes were off and his penis was pointing her way. She had never seen a man's penis before and she knew that somehow Wes was going to do something with it. She wasn't sure what, but everything so far had been so naughty.

	She kept eyeing the thing as Wes climbed on top of her, watching it as he moved it closer to her dripping pussy. She shook her head and pleaded with a series of no's but then it happened - he touched her with his thing.

	Alison choked out a small cry at this humiliation. A grown man was touching her private place with his penis! And it wasn't a light touch, either; he was pushing it against her, making it sink into her little mound. She could feel how her usually clenched cunny lips were spreading apart.

	Then he reached a place where she seemed to stop him. Alison closed her eyes, hoping that meant he'd take that thing away. But he kept pressing and the third grader's heart fluttered as she felt her entrance begin to expand. Wes' cock head chaffed across her thin, straining inner lips encountering a second blockage before it was even halfway through.

	"Alison," Wes said gently.

	The girl automatically opened her eyes at the sound of her name. That was all Wes wanted - to see her looking at him for this moment.

	He slammed down, ripping her virgin pussy open as her hymen disintegrated. Alison's high-pitched scream echoed off the windows and ceiling as the rapist's cock entered her body. After all of the molestation, the nine year-old's channel was slick and ready for its very premature introduction to womanhood. Her cunny walls were pulled taut around Wes' marauding prick, straining against the meat but unable to stop his relentless descent until he mashed against her cervix.

	He pulled most of the way out, creating several small rivulets of crimson against the child's smooth, distorted pussy. Another plunge in produced another scream as Alison learned that fucking was more than just a dirty word occasionally snuck in at the playground by one of the rough boys.

	With the little girl's pussy broken in, Wes rutted inside her at full force, enjoying how she squirmed and tried to fight him. It only made her tight cuntlet shift around him, enhancing his pleasure as he burrowed into her sex. He didn't worry about pacing himself as he and his buddies had plenty of time and had taken plenty of pills to help them regain their erections.

	When the pressure in his balls hit its peak, he jammed his head against Alison's cervix, pumping as much of his semen into the child's womb as he could. He pulled out and raised himself on his knees, showing Alison what she had just experienced.

	The girl was horrified by the hot slime that had somehow been injected into her. And now she saw the man's penis dripping with something white and red. Remembering the dark stains on the mattress she had seen - right about where here crotch was right now - she knew she was not the first little girl to be taken into this chamber of horrors.

	Neil and Brian followed, each man lowering himself onto the shackled child and thrusting between her legs, making her stretch and hurt before more of that awful wetness spread deep inside of her formerly virgin young body. Alison's only solace was that she no longer saw blood when each man was done.

	"Now that you're broken in, we could use a break," Brian told her when he was finished. "But don't worry, we'll be back. In the mean time, we have something to keep you from getting lonely."

	He picked up a strange looking object. It was blue and cylindrical and - Alison noticed with a hollow feeling in her stomach - roughly proportional in size to the men's erections. Where was an odd, hook-shaped projection on one side that Alison didn't understand.

	She moaned as Brian lowered the thing to her crotch. Her pussy spread as it was inserted until the projection was jammed against her, just above her slit. Then Brian twisted the end and the thing began to vibrate inside Alison's cunt. Brian grinned at her reaction before joining his friends on the far side of the room for a beer.

	Alison shifted on the bed, trying to adapt to the buzzing thing pounding her freshly triple-raped pussy. She was sore and it wasn't helping that any, but the buzzing was making her feel very warm down there and it seemed like there was more wetness even though nothing else was being squirted inside her. And she didn't even know what a clitoris was, so the acute reactions sparking from that sensitive nubbin left the innocent child even more confused as she squirmed on the bed. This was much like what happened when the men first began touching her private parts. Everything done to her had been so nasty and hurtful - why did this make her feel so good in a way she had never known?

	As Alison moved, the object in her sex sometimes made those strange sensations spread inside her tunnel. Instinctively, she began moving in an effort to keep those feelings returning.

	Her eyes were closed as she slowly writhed on the bed as if making love to the vibrator jammed in her hairless twat. When the men returned, they watched her until her eyes fluttered open briefly.

	Alison froze, suddenly aware of what she had been doing. And it was obvious from the knowing leers that her abductors knew very well what that was.

	"Are you enjoying yourself, Alison?" Neil asked as her sat on the bed.

	"No," she wept.

	"Oh, I think you were. Don't lie, now. After all, how can you expect us to have any mutual trust when you won't tell us the truth?"

	Alison looked at the three men who had taken and used her and were now concerned about trust. But she was also weary and helpless and...and she couldn't deny the pleasure that had been mixed in.

	"I like it a little," she confessed.

	"Good," Neil said. "And you should. Now let's bring you off."

	Alison didn't understand that phrase at first, but the intent was clear when Neil grabbed the end of the vibrator and began to shift it around. All three men carefully noted which movements brought the most reaction from the girl. She came again, churning her hips while the adult sex toy blasted her nine year-old snatch.

	Alison lay panting as Neil withdrew the vibrator from her sodden cunt. It was soon replaced by his prick as he once more entered the little preteen.

	Alison sobbed as the painful thrusting resumed. But her crying paused now and then when the man did something that made those twitches returned. She was stunned to find how she was reacting to this horrible act. At first she tried to deny it, but eventually she found herself moving beneath the man to try and make those feelings occur more often. Her actions did not go unnoticed by the others, who were pleased to see their new acquisition adapting to the regimen.

	Alison could now anticipate the surge of jism by how Neil increased his pace right at the end. While she hadn't cum, she had definitely had some good feelings. And they also helped to block out the horror of everything else. When Brian and then Wes took her, the little girl responded as they stroked their hard cocks in the small confines of her prepubescent pussy, moving her body to get as much of those feelings as she could.

	When Wes was done, he took a different vibrator and inserted it into Alison's semen-slicked cunny. Then he took another device that appeared to be a long thin clamp with a solid base attached to some wires and a small, finger-length controller.

	"This is a custom piece," Wes explained proudly.

	He took hold of Alison's clitoris, making the girl suck in a hard breath. He worked the ends of the clamp under the hood, letting the tension close them on the clit itself. The nine year-old responded with a throaty sound far beyond her years. Then Wes turned the controller on, making the clamp buzz from the vibrator in its base. Alison warbled on and on, never making any sense.

	The purpose of the wires was so that the majority of the weight - which was the battery - would not pull on the clamp. Wes set the controller to the side and left Alison to her new toys.

	He sat down at the table and made a sandwich from the meat and fixings that Neil had procured earlier. Brian popped the cap off of a beer and handed it to him.

	"Mmm. This is great ham," Wes mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich.

	"It's capicolla, from that Italian deli over on Fifth and Sullivan," Neil replied.

	"Good stuff," Brian agreed as he turned in his chair and shouted over to Alison. "Hey! Do you want a sandwich?"

	Alison's reply was unintelligible as she was lifting her ass off the bed and slamming in down while in the throes of a huge impending orgasm.

	"Can't say I didn't ask," Brian muttered before he took another bite of his own lunch.

	Alison had already cum hard and was moaning on the bed as the vibrators buzzed away when the guys were done with her meal.

	"She passed on the capa...pacalo...the ham," Brian said. "So let's give her some other meat."

	"Capicolla - what's so hard about that?" Neil asked when they got to Alison's bed.

	Alison had no opinion concerning the pronunciation of Italian cold cuts as her eyes were glazed and she could only mumble something while Wes extracted the vibrator from her cunt and unhooked the vibrating clamp from her clitty.

	Brian was the first on top of her this time. The little girl's cuntlet felt hot enough to boil the juices saturating her still-tight young tunnel. He worked his prick in and out of her immature fuck hole, finding the spots through pressure and angle that made her moan and jerk around the thick meat invading her body. She was nearing her climax when he came and was practically begging the next man to plant his dick in her snatch so she could continue. Wes obliged and quickly had the satisfaction of feeling a nine year-old quiver and cum on his cock.

	He was only just beginning and kept plugging away, making Alison react once more. The third grader's slender body was bathed in sweat as she panted and undulated under the man rutting into her. When Wes' cum filled her organs, she was already beseeching Neil with her eyes. Neil pounded her hard, keeping his strokes as long as possible, occasionally slipping his head out of her twat before spearing it back between her bald, rubbery cunt lips. She came again barely a minute before Neil emptied his load.

	This time, the men dispensed with any more toys as they took a break to recover. Most girls they had taken had to go until a fourth round of fucking before they could even cum once with a dick inside them. A few had done it once in the third and Alison was their new champion with two climaxes.

	Brian gave her some water to help her from her hours of sweaty exertions. Then they were all back for more. By this time, it took each man much longer to finally cum, so they each spent plenty of time plunging into the nine year-old's juicy cuntlet. Despite the copious lubrication provided by various fluids, Alison's clinging pussy sheath still took some serious work to move inside of.

	But the child who had begun her morning as an unknowledgeable virgin had become very familiar with who to work her body against the those wonderful pricks inside her little pussy and she managed to cum once more with each man this time, leaving everyone quite exhausted. Afterward, Alison was barely aware what she had been unchained until Wes eased her to a sitting position.

	"We're going to let you get cleaned up," Wes told her. And then we'll drop you off where we got you. Now, in case you want to tell your parents or the police, bear in mind that there will be a trial if we get caught. And part of the evidence will be that."

	Alison's gaze followed where he pointed. There was a video camera on a tripod she hadn't noticed before. It was rigged to a laptop computer that Neil was tapping at. He showed it to her as he played back some video footage of Alison grunting in orgasm as she thrust her smooth pelvis against the hairy figure of the man on top of her.

	"Naturally, if everyone sees that you were loving it too, there won't be much of a case against and everyone - the judge, the police, your parents, the people in the news - will know what kind of girl you are," Wes lied.

	Alison looked like she was about to cry when Wes patted her shoulder.

	"There, there," he said consolingly. "We're not going to show anyone unless we have to. You can go home and when no one is around, have some fun now that you've learned a few things. You'll figure out what to do with your fingers quickly enough since you know what you're looking for."

	"And don't stop there," Neil added helpfully. "Try some household objects like hairbrush handles and that sort of thing."

	"Also," Brian interjected. "Don't be afraid to play with the dog if you have one. Even if he's old - there's a new trick you can teach him."

	"Now," Wes concluded. "Go through that door and you'll find a bathroom. We left some towels and wash clothes so you can get yourself ready to go home."

	One week later.

	"Target at two-clock," Neil called from the front passenger seat of the van.

	"I see it," confirmed Wes from the driver's seat. "We got ourselves a blonde - again."

	"Isn't this the same street we got what's-her-face, Alison, last week?" Brian asked from his ready position in the back.

	"Yup," Wes confirmed. "Maybe she's back for more."

	"Fat chance," Neil retorted. "We've never seen any of our girls anywhere near where we got them again."

	"Ungrateful wenches," Brian joked.

	"Nah," Wes said. "They're probably at home masturbating. Anyway, it looks clear from my side."

	"Same here," Neil called. "Let's go."

	The grab went easily enough; the girl obviously stunned enough for Brian to do it alone. When the door slammed shut, he pounced on top of her in case she finally got the nerve to try to escape.

	"Oh guys..." he called. "Guess what?"

	"You're shitting me!" Neil said as he craned his neck around from the front. "We got Alison back."

	"No sense in waiting," Brian said happily as he slid her shorts down her unresisting legs. "Hey! No panties!"

	Brian ran his fingers over Alison's hairless cunny before sliding the tip of one inside. She was already wet.

	"I guess we don't have to chain you down this time, do we?" he asked.

	Blushing, Alison shook her head no.

	

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