Stacey Parks didn’t know Ben Kawolski. She’d never seen him before, never met him. A complete stranger. Until now. She was twelve years old, in the back of some work van like her dad’s. She was all taped up; her wrists, her knees, her mouth. She screamed and screamed into the tape. She struggled to get up, but as the windowless van made several sharp turns she kept getting knocked down. All she could see was sky and trees going by. She didn’t know which way they were going. She began to cry, terrified. Who was this man? Where was he taking her? All kinds of evil things flashed through her mind. All those things they warned you about in church class. Now, here she was, falling around in the back of an empty van, unable to even get up.
Ben Kawolski worked for French Electric, a power company business in central Ohio. At the company picnic recently, he spotted his perfect subject: Steven Parks’ daughter Stacey. She was young, maybe twelve or so. Small boobs, but getting there. One really hot ass under some very tight little pink shorts. He could hardly stop staring at her ass, her legs, her hair. Long, blonde. He followed Steven home one day, then after that it was just wait and see. He figured she was going to the school down the street, Central Athena Junior High. He learned through casual conversation at work that Stacey played in the school band there. He waited, parked by the sidewalk, between the school and her home, in the shadows by a group of trees. Three nights went by; nothing, not a thing. The fourth night, around 8:10 PM, he saw someone walking down the sidewalk from the school, carry a book bag and a violin case. He eased into the back; touched the duct tape, got ready to spring. He kept watch ahead; nobody he could see. Then footsteps. The girl was walking by. As she passed the side doors, he opened it and jumped out.
First thing: arm around the head; cover her mouth. Keep her quiet. Second thing; one arm around her waist. Pick her up, so she can’t run. Third, and most important: Move as quickly as you can, dragging her back into the van. Close the door. Start taping her up. Slap her a couple of times to stun her; help keep her quiet. Tape her mouth first; then her wrists. Finally, her knees. Shove her down, jump back in front. Less than two minutes. Nobody around. A car came around the bend ahead; drove by, leaving the subdivision. He kept low till it had passed. The he sat up, started the van and turned around, exiting the subdivision and heading to his house. That was about twelve miles south, out in the country.
Stacey managed to get to a sitting position, sitting with her bottom on her ankles. All she could see in the darkness ahead was a two-lane road. It swerved left, right, went straight for a long way. He was driving pretty fast. Some more curves, then he slowed and turned. She almost fell over. She was terrified. She couldn’t think of anything she could do. They were going somewhere in the country; she had no idea where that was. It seemed like a long time, but she calmed down enough to think it’d only been maybe ten or fifteen minutes since the man had grabbed her. She was breathing hard, fast through her nose. Eyes wide, she thought it was some kind of work truck. Her father had a work truck, and this was kinda like that. Then he hit the brakes, she fell forward and onto the floor. The van turned, bumped along a little way farther, then stopped. It was quiet. Stacey could only hear her panicked breathing and pounding heart. Her mind was a blur. The van door opened; the man got out. She heard him walk around, open the side door. He grabbed her ankle; she kicked at him. He just grabbed her other ankle. He was strong. He pulled her roughly from the van, easily. He had on a ski mask, an old white t-shirt, dirty jeans. Without a word, he just grabbed her up and dragged her toward this house. Inside he dragged her across an old, dark living room, then down a hallway and into another room. A bedroom. There was one big mattress in the room, one dresser. Nothing else. He clicked on a light, then dropped her onto the mattress. He pulled a big knife off the dresser, held it to her face.
“Listen up, little girl. I know who you are, Stacey Parks. I know where you live, I know all about you. You do what I say, this will all be over soon. You don’t, you’ll either die tonight or some other night. Maybe your friends too. So, you keep quiet. Pretend it’s a dream. You understandin’ me, girl??”
Ben dragged the knife edge along her face. She stared back, terrified, her crying eyes wide in fear. Slowly, she nodded. He lifted the blade. Got all friendly. “Well then,” he said, “let’s begin!”
“First thing, let’s cut you out of all this tape.” As he did, he kept warning her not to try anything. “You just stand still, do what you’re told, you won’t get hurt. Definitely don’t try anything stupid.” He cut her wrists free, then her knees. The tape tore at her skin, but it was good to be able to move some. He pulled the tape from her mouth. After he did, he put his hand behind her young neck, pulled her closer.
“There’s a time to keep your mouth closed, and a time to keep your mouth open. Now, open.”
He started to push his tongue between her lips, her teeth, into her mouth. He rubbed his wet tongue all over her own tongue. God, it was beyond gross. His tongue was so fat; it really forced Stacey to open her mouth a lot. After a few minutes of being forced to kiss him, he released her. She stood there shaking, not know what to do next. The man spoke.
“Get undressed. Now!”
Stacey started shaking more; started involuntarily shaking her head no. She tried to mumble, “No, I don’t want to, I don’t want to, please, no, I….” Suddenly he violently slapped her across her face. She staggered to one side, going to one knee to avoid him, covering where he’d hit her with her hand. He hit her again from the right, then the left again. “Get up, bitch!” he yelled at her.
Stacey slowly staggered up, sobbing. He yelled at her more. “I said strip, little girl! Now take off them fucking clothes, or I’m gonna do it for you!” He raised a hand again. Stacey cringed back, started to nod, then started to slowly get undressed. She could hardly see; everything was blurry. The slaps had hurt, now she was mad, but helpless to do anything except get undressed for the man. She slowly managed to pull her white blouse from her jeans. With trembling fingers, she slowly undid the four buttons. She eased it off, then slowly set it down. She undid her bra. It wasn’t much; a 31A, but she was already tight in it. It came off; she set it down. She reached down, undid her jeans, then slowly slid them down to the floor of the bedroom. She kept whispering, pleading,
“Please, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt, me, please….”
Finally, Stacey took off her underwear. She stood there, all of twelve-years-old and completely naked in front of this grown-up. She was mad, too. “So, what now?” she said, sarcastically.
“Oh, you’ll see, little girl. You’ll see. Put your arms behind you.”
As Stacey did, he moved around her, taking pictures with an iPhone. Push your chest out. Spread your legs. Turn, twist, bend over. Do this, do that. Click, click, click. She hoped he’d be done soon so she could get dressed quick. She’d skip the underwear, just throw on her shorts and top and run when he said she could. For now, she just did what he said, crying the whole time. He stopped, set the iPhone up on a charger and played around with it and a laptop. Eventually, he turned back to Stacey. He pulled his t-shirt off, then his pants and his underwear. She backed up to the wall, shaking her head, covering herself. He walked over to her; she tried to dash past. He grabbed her, pushed her onto the bed. Stacey cried out; the man held her arms, pushed her down on her back. Just inches above her naked body, he leaned down and began to lick and suck on her little breasts. She didn’t have much there with her arms held up above her like this, but he kept sucking and licking on them anyway. Then he pulled her arms own, grabbed her biceps and pressed them against the side of her boobs. Oh crap, this always made them stand out. Damn it, and they were. This is how you get her cleavage to show, and damn it, she had pretty good cleavage these days. He licked her chest between her breasts, then licked her neck, moving slowly up to her mouth, then back down to her boobs. She was shaking, hoping he’d be done soon. He slid down, sliding his tongue across her stomach, then below it. He let go of her arms and roughly grabbed her thighs. He pushed his face right to her vagina; his tongue licking her there and that sensitive spot just above it. He started sucking and licking on her down there, like he had with her boobs. She kicked, struggled some, but couldn’t stop him. She finally stopped, lay still, waited. She’d lie still until he was done. She didn’t want to help him get all worked up over her.
Ben licked her some more after she stopped fighting. He knew she would be still until he was done. At least, until he really started hurting that little pussy of hers. He grinned and laughed as he moved up over her; then reach down and grabbed his dick. He pushed it to her pussy lips; rubbed them around some. He found that little hole; pressed in. She tightened up a lot, began to squirm again as he slowly pushed into her. She cried out; then screamed quite loud. He didn’t care. Nearest neighbor was seven miles away, through thick woods. Into her he shoved his cock, spreading those little lips of hers apart; tearing, ripping her open. He pushed right past her virginity; ha! That didn’t last long, did it girl? He began to slowly hump the youngster. Back and forth, he worked his hips to her crotch, her young vagina with a small bush wrapping itself tight around him. Back and forth he went. She was sort of wet when he started. She got wetter with either blood or saliva as he continued to rape her. Faster now, deeper still, pushing in hard. She struggled some, grunting with every thrust as she cried without end. She was hyperventilating as he pounded that tiny little twat of hers. Her young legs all tensed up, rigid and spread wide as he pushed deep into her again and again. He felt his balls against her ass cheeks. He grabbed some tit as he did her. They could be grabbed now; and some big nipples, too. He worked her hard, slowing down now and ten, then going fast and hard again as he worked that tight little cunt of hers. Her whole body slammed back and forth as he did her.
Eventually, Stacey felt him shoot his load of men’s cum into her. She felt the cum fill her, spill out and run down he butt cheeks. The sex had been rough, hard. Her body ached all over; her entire crotch area was one huge painful throb. She thought he was done, but no. This asshole wanted more. He climbed up, put his penis to her face. He demanded she suck it. She wouldn’t at first. Gritted her teeth together, shook her head from side to side. He leaned back some, then began to punch her chest hard, twice. She could hardly breathe now. Every breath was painful. The head of his thing pressed against her young girl lips. She opened her mouth, as much as she could. In he pushed; it was just too big. He didn’t seem to care though. He pushed in, she couldn’t breathe, began to struggle. He back out, she took a deep breath; he pushed in again. Over and over, he started to push himself into her mouth. She could only get small little gasps of air when he pulled back. She was panicking again; breathing was kinda important. Then suddenly, he pulled himself out and went back down. He pushed her legs apart again; then started to rape her again. She lay there, waiting for this much older man to stop assaulting her young, twelve-year-old body. After all, it was just her body he wanted. She tried squeezing on his penis when he moved one way, hoping to make him get done sooner. He started talking shit to her. He turned over, made her get on her knees on top.
Ben watched as the girl knelt there, looking away as he slid his cock back into her pussy from beneath. She tensed again of course, then he yelled at her. “Fuck me, little girl! Fuck me! Slide your little girl cunt up and down my cock! DO IT! Up and down, up and down. That’s it, up and down. More, up and down, keep going, faster, faster. Fucking little girl, fuck me. Fuck me fast, little girl. Fuck my dick, you fucking cunt. That’s it. All the way down! All the way! Back up! Down again! Faster! Faster, cunt!”
Stacey bounced her body up and down as fast as she could. It wasn’t easy with this man’s enormous dick inside her. For one thing, it hurt. For another, it was so fucking big. Gi-normous. Up and down, up and down. Mindlessly, she moved herself up and down, his rock-hard penis just going in and out with ease now. His hands rubbed her boobs as she did. He rubbed her body all over, but especially her tits. Suddenly he grabbed her hips, thrust himself deep into her and held her down on him. She felt his penis pulsating; felt them cum filling her yet again.
Ben took a break. He smoked a cigarette, part of a joint, did a shot of Jack and popped another Viagra. He went back to the bedroom; untied her from the bedpost as she begged him to leave her alone. “Please, mister, please! Not again! Please! I’m not old enough! Don’t! No! No!”
With a fresh hard-on, a little baby lotion and some more rope, he tied the young girl to the bed, face down. He pushed her legs apart, got between them. He gripped his cock, slid it along her butt crack. She just kept quietly pleading, until he pushed against her tight little asshole. She began to say “No, no, no, no…” over and over, each time getting louder and louder as he pushed in farther and farther. By the time he was in a couple of inches, she was really crying out. He couldn’t wait; there was plenty more to push in. Pushing her butt cheeks apart, he pressed in more and more. Slowly, his cock slid into her ass. She was crying out, the pain from having her butthole stretched so much was almost too much to bear.
Stacey lay there, legs spread, arms spread, a grown-up’s dick going farther and farther into her ass. More and more he pushed in; the pain just stayed intense. When he started to fuck her, the pain came in waves. After a while, she was so numb back there she could hardly feel it anymore. Over and over, he rammed himself into her butt cheeks, his cock burying itself deep inside her again and again. Now she could feel his tight ball sack slapping against her pussy. Again and again; she begged him to stop. On and on he went, really hammering her hard and fast sometimes. Finally, she felt him cum again inside her. No sooner had he finished than he untied one hand, pressed his now stinky penis to her mouth and ordered her to lick him again. She was forced to, including his shaft and his ball sack. Soon, he went back, lifted her ass up, and began to fuck her pussy again. Fast and hard, she grunted loudly with every thrust. Wanting him to get it over with, she started crying out things like, “Faster, faster, faster…” and “Harder, do me harder, please, fuck me….” As he was fondling her boobs she felt him cum inside her yet again.
The man forced her to French kiss again, felt her up good for a long time. Then suddenly, he untied her, told her to get dressed. He dragged her to the car, still wearing that stupid mask, pushed her in back. It was a French Electric truck she saw. Number 11. He shoved her in back, drove her back to her neighborhood, kicked her out. An hour and a half later, county sheriff’s arrested Ben. He wondered what took them so long.