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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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Filename: express1.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), rape

story_intro: At first, Naomi is thrilled by the surprise camping trip with her father. But after it becomes clear that he is hiding from someone, she finds her days in isolation to be dreary. That comes to an end one day when the little girl discovers that she is to become the compensation for her father's misdeeds.


story_language: English



Express Delivery, part 1: The Pick-Up

Written by madvlad


	The late autumn air tugged at the long, whitish blonde locks on Naomi's head as she walked from the cabin. It had snowed last night - earlier than usual but at least it provided something new for the first time in ten days. She loved the feel of the fresh stuff crunching under her boots as she walked up the hill. But the temperature was rather cold - a little too much so for the light jacket she was wearing. As she had no gloves or mittens, she kept her hands jammed in the pockets.

	Still, it was nice to not be told to bundle up before going outside. Her father didn't really have much in the way of rules after he had surprised her by picking her up from school that day. Naomi had been excited when he said they were going camping in a cabin up in the mountains. She couldn't wait to tell her friends but he had insisted she tell no one.

	As it was, she didn't have the chance as he drove straight from school to the cabin hours away. It was late at night when they arrived and Naomi learned that he had hastily grabbed some of her belongings at random and had stuffed them in garbage bags. When she asked to call her mother (her parents divorced now for three years) to bring other items, he was evasive, vaguely promising to call later.

	Still, it was fun at first - plenty of places to explore, no third grade classroom to be confined in, no bedtime. But there was also no electricity, which meant no TV. And none of her friends. She would have liked to have called some of them, but her father wouldn't let her use his cell phone. Every couple of days, he charged it in the car which was also the only time he used the vehicle - no trips away from the cabin.

	While Naomi was getting bored, her father was becoming ever more tense and irritable. She overheard him on the phone last night, speaking to someone she did not know.

	"No, we're still out here," he said. "Even if they knew where I was, they'd probably leave me alone with the kid along with me. She's getting on my nerves but at least she's insurance."

	Naomi had lain awake that night, wondering what was really going on. This wasn't a camping trip - that much the eight year-old discerned. Her father was hiding from some people because he did something he shouldn't. Naomi was pretty sure that was why her parents had divorced - he was always getting into trouble.

	Eventually, she fell asleep. When she awoke to find the new snow, her father's woes were forgotten as she excitedly bolted from the cabin to greet the early winter.

	Troy eyed the target ever since she emerged from the cabin. It had been a long night's drive after he and his crew mates had "eavesdropped" on the phone conversation. The girl's father had been talking to an accomplice in what he thought was a private call the night before. However the accomplice had been quite helpful in allowing others to listen in. In Troy's professional experience, sawing fingers off of people was a wonderful way of fostering an environment of cooperation. This dirt bag had only needed two digits subtracted before he was on board with the plan.  

	With the location in hand, Troy had made his trip out here. The girl's father was right about one thing - no one was going to touch him while the girl was around. But he was going to have to live with the consequences. It made for a more impactful 'teachable moment'. 

	The little blonde scampered closer to the tree line as Troy made his way silently through the woods. Well, not perfectly silent, but enough so that the girl wouldn't get spooked.

	Naomi, yes - that was her name. Troy liked watching her innocently stomping about the snow. He hoped she was enjoying it because her innocence was going to be a thing of the past before long. 

	Naomi's slender legs were encased in gray leggings, accentuating the mild curves of her muscles before they disappeared inside the clunky brown boots that reached slightly over mid-calf. Troy liked the look of those little limbs contrasting against the bulk of the boots. 

	He couldn't see the cabin anymore. That was good - he wanted to be out of sight but still close enough for her father to find the scene later. The girl was approaching the deer tracks he had seen earlier and now stopped to look. The wind lifted her jacket enough for him to see her small, pert rump in profile; tightly packed in the seat of her leggings. 

	It was kind of shame that she didn't know how valuable her young goods were. Well, Troy was here to start her on her new education. Picking up a fallen branch protruding from the snow, he snapped it and let the stillness of the air carry the sound.

	Naomi jerked her head up at the sound. It was from the woods - right where the deer tracks led. She wanted to run but forced herself to tread quietly so she could spot the deer. Just as she neared the trees, she caught a flash of movement and heard a click. And then utter confusion.

	Troy sprang from his cover as the girl went down. He quickly wound the wires attached to the twin barbs that had struck the girl, sending an electric pulse through her to momentarily paralyze her, and stuffed them with the stun gun in his coat pocket. 

	The girl was on her side and when Troy rolled her onto her back, her eyes were glazed. After covering her mouth with tape, he used more to bind her wrists. Now she was blinking and he could see the clarity returning.

	"Hello, Naomi. You've been absent from school lately and I'm here to resume your education."

	Despite his friendly tone, Naomi was panicking with her mouth sealed, hands secured, and a stranger straddling her in the snow. She didn't understand what had happened to her but as the mist of her electric shock evaporated, she knew something bad was happening. Was it because she had missed school? She hadn't meant to - her father had taken her away. 

	Or was this because of her father? But why would they punish her for something he did? When she saw the man unbuckling his belt, she understood - he was going to beat her with his belt, just like her father did when he was mad. But then the man unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. Oh! He was showing her his thing - that was nasty.

	Troy chuckled at the girl's reaction. Looking around, he saw no sign of her worthless father and decided to prolong the game a bit.

	"Today's lesson is about rape," he said mildly. "Have you ever been raped?"

	"Mmm?" Naomi uttered from behind the tape, not understanding.

	"Do you know what rape is?"

	Naomi shook her head, tears welling in her blue eyes. Troy gently stroked her cheek, calming her.

	"That's okay, Honey. I'll teach you everything you need to know."

	Naomi writhed as the man pulled her leggings down. Now her light blue panties were exposed to his gaze - the ones sporting Rainbow Dash, one of her favorite characters from "My Little Pony". 

	"Now those are just too cute," Troy remarked. "Can I have them for my collection?"

	Not waiting for an answer, Troy tugged at the girl's undies. He could feel the fabric starting to give before he yanked harder, lifting Naomi's butt out of the snow before the panties tore loose. She dropped back to the ground while Troy held the ruined underwear aloft like a tiny battle flag. 

	"Thanks," he said as he stuffed them in his pocket. 

	The little girl squeezed her eyes closed as Troy reached between her legs, fondling her naked genitals. Troy's erection overpowered the cold air, growing to full strength as he squeezed the hairless mound and prodded the small labia open to get a glimpse of pink inside.

	"Naomi, open your eyes," he ordered.

	When she didn't respond, he shrugged and pulled out a knife. Laying the cold steel against the cheek he had tenderly touched earlier, he lightly pressed the blade edge into the unblemished skin - not enough to break through, but plenty to get her attention.

	"Now open your eyes," he repeated. 

	When Naomi did, he smiled in approval.

	"Good girl. Now keep them open. I don't use detention so I only have this as punishment."

	He waved the knife over her face, making her flinch as the bright sun reflected off of the polished metal. When he set it aside, the girl obediently looked at him.

	"Now, the first part of our lesson is cherry popping. I'll need you to pay close attention to this because I can only teach you once. If you miss it, I can't do it again because the Board of Education only supplies one cherry per student. Err, female student, that is. But what can you do? It's all about the budget."

	Taking a tube of Vaseline, Troy squeezed some onto Naomi's cunny. She jerked as the gob smeared against her and sobbed while the man worked it into her cleft. 

	"You don't want to get chapped lips out here in the cold, do you?" Troy asked with a chuckle. 

	Naomi didn't respond but Troy didn't mind. Humor was a subjective thing and you either enjoyed rape jokes or you didn't. 

	But was frustrating him were Naomi's leggings. They were stretchy, but not stretchy enough as he could open her legs to his liking with waistband halfway down her thighs. Retrieving his knife, he quickly slashed through the middle. Now it looked as if the third grader was wearing skin-tight, thigh-high stockings, albeit with ragged tops. She looked quite naughty in them, especially with her bare little snatch all greased up and waiting for him in the middle. 

	"Remember - eyes open," he warned as he pulled her legs over his thighs so that they were resting on either side of his waist. It left her crotch completely exposed.

	Naomi's light blue orbs were wide and tearful as Troy worked his glans into her bald slit. He rocked back and forth, pushing against the small aperture between her inner labia. Judging the angle was just right, he rammed into the child, breaching her virginity. Naomi's shredded maidenhead hotly lubricated his invading prick with her innocent blood, betraying her body as he heaved further inside her suddenly lubricated little snatch.

	As her tiny pussy was plundered, Naomi's eyes bulged and her mouth worked fruitlessly against the tape. With savage hunches, Troy penetrated her underage sex in agonizing increments. His helpless prey was squirming desperately beneath him in order to escape, but her struggled only enhanced his pleasure as he felt the eight year-old's virgin quim expand to take its first cock.

	He slid out, feeling the young female tubing hug him until only his head remained inside her snug entrance. Then he shoved forward again, ramming all the way to her cervix and leaving the girl's violated cunt bloated with his presence. 

	Troy paused to look at the point where they were joined. His shaft was dripping with the blood of her defloration as the girth of it grossly spread the pitifully small bit of hairless flesh bulging around it. Having taken the full measure of her preteen quim, he rutted without stop, ravishing her bruised twatlet with his engorged member. 

	Naomi's mind was screaming to let go; to be freed from her body. The pain was ferocious, searing her with every thrust of that thing tearing into her. What had she done to deserve this strange and horrible thing to be done to her in her privates? It was if she was being pushed apart inside by something worse than that knife. If it didn't end soon, she would...

	He stopped moving and Naomi felt the sudden rush of wetness explode deep inside of her violated sex. Her eyes rolled up as she feared she had been torn open and was bleeding out now. It was hot, jetting into her in waves and somehow filling her.

	Ever since he had seen a photo of her after her daddy ran off, Troy had held off cumming. She was going to be his and he wanted to make sure she remembered her first insemination. With nearly ball-busting bursts, he pumped his heavy wad into her undeveloped organs and finished raping the third grader into early womanhood.

	When he withdrew, he saw Naomi's face, flushed with the exertions of her defilement, go instantly pale when she saw the goo dripping from his penis. 

	"Congratulations," he said, patting her head. "You passed your cherry-popping exam. That's good because girls aren't allowed to re-take the test if they fail."

	A weak moan was her only reply. Troy shook his head - she should take more pride in her academic accomplishments. 

	There was still no sign of the father and Troy regarded the small prize trapped beneath him. Humming a ditty from a fast-food commercial, he removed Naomi's boots and tossed them in the snow. Taking his knife, he sliced the remainder of her leggings from her, followed by her shirt and jacket. The shredded clothing was likewise tossed aside as he regarded Naomi's childish form. Her nipples had hardened in the cold and he toyed with the stiff pink points on her otherwise flat chest,

	Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned; she would be a desired commodity on the circuit. Of course, she would require a little more training first to ensure optimum service for the clients before then. But you couldn't disregard the natural attributes.  Troy's rejuvenated hard-on certainly couldn't.

	"We've got a long drive ahead of us, so how about one for the road?" he asked.

	Naomi groaned when he entered her again. Thoroughly lubricated from her first rape, the little girl's cunny was forced open by the prick boring into it. The heavy thrusts took her tiny channel to the limit, the tender flesh compressing against the hardness penetrating it. Troy lasted longer, enjoying the eight year-old's slick little cunt for nearly a half hour before seeding her again.

	Troy used a piece of Naomi's shirt to clean his dick before dropping it back in the snow. When he lifted the girl and tossed her over his shoulder, he commented on the diffused blotches of blood in the snow.

	"See that? You've marked your territory. Won't your deadbeat daddy be thrilled?"

	Again, Naomi wondered what her father had done for her to be punished like this. Then a sudden brisk wind brushed over her and the naked child shivered. 

	"Let's get you to the van," Troy said. "I've got a nice blanket to wrap you in so you can be warm."

	He patted her on the bottom, leaving his hand there to squeeze one of her firm little ass cheeks. Naomi warbled faintly as they turned away from her ruined clothing being left behind.

	"Don't worry, Honey Cunt," he assured her. "You won't need any clothes anymore."



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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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