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#Abuse #Rape #Tween
By Ginto
Every year in the US, 500,000 children go missing. 98% of them are found, but have you ever wondered what happens to that 2%…
In the distance a siren wailed, waking the sleeping city. From a dark stinking alley, a man watched from behind his panel van as the wails grew closer and closer, his heart racing. Finally he exhaled as he watched an ambulance race by.
“Fuck…” He whispered as he leaned back against the van.
It had been a tense night for the man. His shaved head was covered in the dew of sweat, despite the cold night
He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, producing a lighter and a pack of Turkish Gold. Deeply he breathed of the smoke, hoping the nicotine would help take the edge off. A sound though, from the entrance of the alley put him on edge again. Quickly he flicked out his knife, using the metals smooth reflection to see around the corner of the van. He watched a plump man approached, unassuming in a dark green windbreaker and khakis. Nervously he approached, looking over his shoulder ever few seconds, back to the street.
“Woah!” He said, turning the corner around the van and seeing the bald thug with his knife, throwing his hands up.
“Oh, its just you.” He said, putting the knife back into his pocket.
“Yeah…just me…” The chubby man said, taking a peak around the van again for good measure, “What do you have this week?”
He looked at the van with a nervous apprehension.
“Middle schooler. Just nabbed her this afternoon.” The thug said with a smile.
With a kick he pushed himself back from the van, pulling on its handles and opening its two back doors. Inside the van was dark, barely lit by the sickly yellow lights of the alley. The sides were covered in thick foam and blankets, to damped the sounds from inside. In the middle was a thin dirty mattress. Her brown eyes wide and bloodshot with fear, a cute 12 year old curly haired brunette girl laid on top, staring at the two men. She struggled against the zipties binding her arms and legs, making noises unheard from behind the duct take covering her mouth. Her school uniform was filthy, the white blouse ripped open revealing her gray training bran underneath pulled up, showing off the two mosquito bites on her chest covered in bite marks and bruises. Her green tarter skirt was pulled up, the girl struggling to hide her red and swollen petals. To the side of her was her black sweater and a balled up pair of white cotton panties mixed in with half a dozen tied off and used condoms and bloody tissues. The chubby man began to breathe heavy as he watched her, putting a hand to his crotch and rubbing himself.
“Hey!” The thug snapped.
“Oh, sorry…” The man said, still half in a trance.
He reached into the pocket of his now pre-cum stained khakis and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it with shaking hands to the thug, slowly beginning to step forward.
“Ah” He said, putting an arm out in front of him.”
The chubby man looked back as the thug began to count the money.
“Trust, but verify.” He said with a sick smirk.
Patiently the chubby man watched with anticipation as the thug counted.
“All here, go ahead.” He finally said.
“Do I need to wear a rubber?” The chubby man asked.
“Nobody else really has.” The thug answered with a shrug.
“Excellent…” He said, nearly drooling as he undid his belt and climbed into the back of the van.
“Hi sweetie…”
“She’s a crier, by the way.” The thug said as he began to close the doors.
He smirked as he leaned back against the close doors, counting the money again. Despite the heavy insulation, he could still make out the odd sound. First the painful rip of duct tape from flesh, then the begging and the pleading. He almost laughed. Hadn’t worked all night. Then the crying, the desperate yells for him to take it out. The van began to rock, first slowly then heavily but rhythmically as her wailing and screaming increased.
For half an hour the vans suspension creaked, the girls cries slowly dying down, especially after a few distinct sounds of slaps. Finally he heard a deep guttural groan from the man and the van grew still, only the faint sounds of sobbing audible. For a moment there was nothing, then the van moved again as the doors opened. The thug stepped back, allowing the chubby man, pants still around his ankles, to stumble out of the van. Desperately he pulled them up, pulling his belt as he panted.
“She’s a lot better than those runaways you keep having. Maybe a little old for my taste though.”
“Will you be back here tomorrow night or the regular place?”
“Nah, I’m laying low for a week or two. I’m heading out in an hour to the docks. Kid will be in a shipping container halfway to a brothel in the Balkans by tomorrow night.”
“Oh…” The chubby man said, disappointed.
The two men merely nodded at each other as the chubby man left back the way he came. The thug looked back into the dark van at the broken girl laying on the mattress, now still and silent, leaking her rapists seed. He was going to miss her, certainly. She had been the cutest he had nabbed in a while, making him a sizeable profit in that alley. His cock twitched as he looked at the little girl. No, he thought to himself, it’s getting late. He had already had her, being her first in a bloody screaming mess, but also her 12th, her 26th, and her 38th. He further shook the thought from his head, closing the door back and leaning against it.
“Take a nap or something kid, got a while to go before midnight.”
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By Ginto
#Abuse #Rape #Tween
