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Sammy Smegma Presents: Story #01 in the NEW Sammy
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SAMMY SMEGMA PROUDLY PRESENTS: Story #04 in the NEW "Sammy Smegma" Series!
*** The Abduction ***
******** IMPORTANT LEGAL NOTICES -- PLEASE READ CAREFULLY ********
CONTENT: The following story depicts the rape, torture, and vicious
sex-murder of a small boy by a grown man, and is NOT for the squeamish.
There is NO love, affection, or tenderness in this story at all. If this
does not appeal to you, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.
Kids: I can't prevent you from reading this, but I'd advise against
it, especially if you are a boy between the ages of ten and thirteen. This
story will give you nightmares; it concerns a person you would NEVER want
to meet!
COPYRIGHT: "The Abduction" is pseudononymously Copyrighted (C) 1994
by Sammy Smegma, under U.S. and International Copyrights. The Author
grants to the recipient a limited license to engage in the NON-PROFIT
electronic copying and redistribution of this story, *PROVIDED* that
NOTHING whatsoever in this text, INCLUDING ALL NOTICES, is changed or
removed in any way. ALL OTHER RIGHTS ARE EXPRESSLY RESERVED. Please note
that all "Sammy Smegma" stories are now checksummed, making the detection
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NOTE: Critique of this story is welcome, but please do not flame me.
I do not need to be told, for example, that I'm "one sick puppy"; THAT, I
knew already!;)
NOTICE: Sammy Smegma (pseudonym) does NOT condone ANY of the actions
herein described. This story is offered on the theory that it is better by
far that certain individuals should obtain their sexual gratification via
stories such as this, than by any actual performance of the activities
depicted. Sammy Smegma does NOT condone the violation of any laws, and if
ANY evidence is found that this or any other of his stories is being or
has been used as a model or pattern for the commission of an actual crime,
he WILL cooperate fully with law enforcement authorities toward the
apprehension of the party or parties involved.
LITERARY DISCLAIMER: All of that which follows is a work of utter and
unadulterated FICTION. It has absolutely NO basis in fact whatsoever, and
is solely and entirely the product of the Author's fertile and sordid
imagination.
All of the characters and events hereinafter depicted are fictitious.
Any resemblance of the characters herein named to actual persons, living,
dead, or as yet unborn; or, any similarity of the events herein depicted
to actual happenings, whether past, present, or future, is purely and
entirely coincidental.
All business entities mentioned herein are fictitious. Any similarity
between the name of any business establishment in this story, and the
trade name of any actual business, past or present, is coincidental.
All locations herein depicted are purely fictitious. Any resemblance
of any setting herein to any actual place, past, present, or future, and
wherever situated, is completely accidental.
To the best of Sammy Smegma's knowledge and belief, all place names
used herein are fictions; any usage herein of an place name, is purely
accidental and completely unintentional.
No part of this work is real. The Author's sole purpose in creating
it is the enjoyment of its intended readership. No parallel with real life
is intended, and no such parallel should be inferred.
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Story #04:
*** The Abduction ***
[NOTE: This time, I have decided to experiment with a different
literary perspective -- one which focuses much more upon the Victim than
is customary in my stories. Please let me know what you think of this
approach.]
The Man entered the town with a new plan. His earlier killing of
little Travis Bell had made him thoughtful: if kids were still responsive
to lures nowadays, despite all the education against them, then why not
try some? But not the Ice Cream lure again -- that was too simple, and the
Man had the feeling that he had been simply lucky that the Bell kid had
fallen for it. No, he'd have to try something more sophisticated...
And the Man drove on...
* * * * * * * * * * *
No one noticed the car as it drove through town; cars, even decrepit
ones, are common on city streets. And no one thought it odd when the car
pulled into an alley, for THIS alley was a through street, well known to
the locals. Nor did anyone see the car park out of sight behind the
loading dock on the alley's east side, for it was Saturday, and few people
were out. And when the Driver emerged and stood at the alley's mouth,
watching the passersby, no one was very alarmed. "A sightseer", is all
that they thought -- if they gave the matter any attention at all. It was
only a very small town, after all, and violent crime was far removed.
Looking more closely, they might have noticed how his excitement grew
any time a small boy entered his view...
* * * * * * * * * * *
Bryan Rafferty wasn't doing anything in particular that day; he was
just hanging out on a early spring Saturday. He had played some catch with
his younger sister, gone over and played some video games with his best
friend, and then walked down to the local GroceryMart and bought a soda.
He was still wandering about, when he chanced to notice a ten dollar bill
lying just inside the alley adjoining Sheldon's Shoestore. Bryan hesitated
a moment, then ventured into the alley and picked it up. It was real! He
smiled as he stuffed the bill into his pocket. And then he saw the open
wallet lying further up the alley, more bills spilling out of it. Bryan's
curiosity got the better of him; he walked down to investigate. He glanced
around; a rattle-trap automobile stood nearby, its trunk lid down, yet
open, suggesting vandalism. From its decrepit state, Bryan assumed it was
abandoned. The wallet was nearby, and he was just picking it up, when a
strong arm abruptly encircled him by the neck and yanked him behind the
loading dock. A knife was pressed against his throat.
"Your greed gets the better of you, Kid", hissed a Voice in Bryan's
ear. "You just couldn't let that wallet be, could 'ya?" The Man chuckled
evilly and made a sweep with one leg; Bryan's feet flew out from under
him, and he found himself shoved roughly down onto the pebble-strewn
pavement. Before he could even catch his breath, Bryan's hands were being
fastened behind his back, although with what he could not tell.
"What are you DOING?" Bryan asked, struggling.
The Man ignored him. "What's your name, Kid?", he asked as he took
the ten dollar bill from Bryan's pocket and placed it in his own.
"Bryan Rafferty. What are you DOING with me? Let me go!" There Man
made no response. Bryan struggled harder. "Help!", he cried, "Somebody,
hel--" He got no further, for the man had put his hand over his mouth, and
the knife was back against his throat in an instant. "Try that again," the
Man warned, "and you'll get your throat slit from ear to ear." He paused.
"So. And how old is Bryan Rafferty?", he asked. He removed his hand from
Bryan's mouth, just a bit. Bryan was too terrified to do anything but
answer.
"E-eleven. I'm eleven." Bryan felt the Man nod. "Eleven... Such a
beautiful age! Good. Just good", he heard him mutter.
The Man stuffed a roll of gauze into Bryan's mouth, then covered
Bryan's mouth with a strip of duct tape for good measure.
Now the Man pulled Bryan roughly to his feet. They were leaning
against the back of the car, and the Man now reached behind him and raised
the car's trunk lid. As he did so, Bryan, who was already fear-struck,
realized with renewed terror that the car was not abandoned at all. It was
HIS car, the MAN'S car -- and if he entered it, he would never see his
home again. Bryan struggled fiercely, but the Man lifted him bodily and
laid him onto an open sleeping bag spread out onto the floor of the trunk.
Holding Bryan down with one hand, the Man folded the sleeping bag over him
with his other hand, then quickly zipped it shut with Bryan inside, his
feet sticking out the open end. There was a drawstring around this
opening, and the Man pulled it closed and tied it tightly around Bryan's
ankles. The Man closed the trunk on the still-wriggling boy, retrieved his
wallet, and calmly returned to his car. Then he drove off.
Less than five minutes had elapsed from the moment Bryan had first
entered the alleyway; and for all intents and purposes, he might just as
easily have vanished off the face of the Earth.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Bryan lay still, fighting panic, and prayed, hoping against all hope
that someone, somehow, would be able to rescue him. Yet he knew, deep
down, that there was no real chance of this. His Mom and Dad wouldn't miss
him until he had failed to come home for supper at 7 o'clock -- and he had
been taken around 2:30. No, whatever happened to him today would be long
since over and done with before his parents even knew he was gone.
The ride to their destination was long, and very uncomfortable. For
one thing, the sleeping bag's interior was very hot, unbelievably stuffy
(Bryan was drenched in sweat within minutes) and a dead, pitch black.
Sounds were greatly muffled. For another thing, he couldn't get his mind
off all those news stories he'd seen on T.V. in the past, about little
kids who had turned up dead after being kidnapped, raped, and tortured. He
had the distinct notion that his own fate would probably be something very
similar. He cried a lot.
From the feel of the car, the Man seemed to be driving down a
highway, and this continued for a long time. Then they were turning onto a
rough or unpaved road. A minute later, the car slowed to a stop. A car
door opened, then slammed shut. Next, the trunk was opened; there was fresh
air upon Bryan's ankles. Bryan's heart pounded furiously, and he could
hardly breathe from the terror. What would happen to him now?
* * * * * * * * * * *
The sleeping bag was suddenly unzipped, and the cover thrown back.
The abrupt influx of fresh air was invigorating, but the sudden daylight
left Bryan quite blinded; he blinked and squinted, trying to make out his
surroundings. Apparently, they were parked on a dirt road by a dense
forest. The Man sat on the car's rear fender and stared down at Bryan with
a distinctly predatory gaze. He stared a long time, and Bryan stared
pleadingly back at him. Finally, the Man spoke.
"It's Playtime, Little Bryan", the Man said softly. As he spoke, he
ran his hand lightly along Bryan's tan-and-white striped short-sleeved
jersey; the boy wriggled ticklishly in response, staring at the Man
fearfully. "...and there are some lovely Woods here. Nice, lovely, lonely,
dense, ISOLATED Woods..." The Man's hand had reached the waistline of
Bryan's brown shorts now; he pulled the child's shirt out with a gentle
tug, then slipped underneath it, running his hand lightly along Bryan's
bare chest and stomach, pausing to tickle the boy's belly button, causing
Bryan to jump. "We could go into those Woods, Little Bryan, just the two
of us. Together. All alone...." Returning his hand to Bryan's waist, the
Man pulled Bryan's belt open with a sharp yank, and slid his hand down
softly inside the youngster's underpants. "...Just You and Me, with no
Meddlesome Grown-Ups to Bother us..." The Man had begun now to stroke
Bryan's penis, and the boy squirmed miserably. "Would you like that,
Little Bryan? Would you like to come and Play in the Woods with me? Why,
SURE you would! ALL Little Boys like to Play, right? Come on, Little Boy.
Let's go Play in the Woods! Come, Little Bryan. Come on..." The Man was
practically cooing at the boy now.
Now the Man withdrew his hand, and pulled Bryan from the car, and
slammed the trunk shut. Bryan tried to flee the moment his feet hit the
ground, but the Man was prepared, and though Bryan wriggled and squirmed,
it wasn't the least use; indeed, his struggles only seemed to make the Man
more excited than ever.
And even as the Man continued to pull the sobbing and squirming
youngster farther and deeper into the woods, he continued to speak to him
in that same, cooing, "baby" voice: "Come with Me into the Woods, Little
Bryan", he would say. "What a lot of FUN we're gonna have today! What a
CUTE Little Boy you are! Cute Little Bryan! Cute, ADORABLE Little Bryan!"
The Man was still cooing and babbling even as he dragged the hapless
little boy in among an isolated clump of trees and bracken, situated in
the densest, deepest, and most isolated part of the forest...
* * * * * * * * * * *
...Later, MUCH later, the Man sat in the car and reflected upon what
had taken place, masturbating the whole while. The kid was dead, of
course, and that was the main thing -- so much for Cute Little Bryan! --
but oh, what a Grand Old Time he'd had with him! He knew he was the Right
One the moment he'd laid eyes on him, back there in the Town. Stick thin,
he'd been, and VERY innocent looking; an Adorable Little Cutie if ever
there was one!
For starters, once he'd gotten the boy into the Hidden Place --
picked out days earlier, when he'd first entered town -- he had stripped
Cute Little Bryan of everything he'd been wearing from the waist down. Off
had come the black shoes with the brown "cord" laces, the brown socks, the
black leather belt, the tiny pair of dark-brown shorts -- and of course,
the cute little Undies! Then he'd sodomized Cute Little Bryan, sprawling
him over that big old boulder to do it. My, how he had grunted and
squealed and cried!
Then came the oral copulation. He'd had to remove the gag for that,
of course. So then of course had come the sobbings and pleadings; that had
made him smile. What a little Cutie he was! What an adorable little thing!
And how just exactly like a Kid! So then of course he'd had to tell him
EVERYTHING that was going to happen to him that day -- in EXACT and
EXQUISITE DETAIL. What marvelous terror Cute Little Bryan had shown! What
music to the ears! SUCH a Cutie!
After the oral copulation was over he he'd replaced the gag and
removed Cute Little Bryan's tan-and-white striped, short-sleeved jersey.
That took some doing, as he'd had to untie the boy first. A risk, of
course -- but oh, the joy of tying him up again, and dashing all his hopes
of escape!
And then had come the whipping -- just like the ones his own dear Dad
had given. Use a coat hanger, just like the one his Dad had used. He'd
used a tire-iron in past killings, but that wasn't his usual method;
usually he just whipped 'em, not beat them. It isn't ever properly to kill
a Kid unless you've given him a good, sound, solid, total thrashing first.
After all, Parents do it all the time. Little Kid comes home Late for his
Dinner, what's the first thing Big Parent's gonna do? Why, get out the old
coat hanger, of course! Has Little Kid made Big Parent Mad? Or worse
still, Cost him Money? The Coat Hanger is the ready answer to it all, and
his own father had used it often. Well, Cute Little Bryan was going to be
EXTREMELY Late for HIS Dinner -- so late, in fact, that he'd never get
there at all -- and Coffins cost LOTS of Money. Surely his Parents would
be VERY mad at him indeed!!! So it seemed no more than fair to give Cute
Little Bryan the worst and most extensive beating of his entire life,
since his Parents couldn't be around to do it themselves. The Cutie's
entire naked little body had been covered with welts by the time he'd
finished with him. And of course his squirmings and cries of agony hadn't
been exactly boring to the Man, either!
But nothing compares with Death itself for making a Little Boy
squirm. All he'd had to do was to tie that plastic bag over Cute Little
Bryan's head... then sit back, relax, and enjoy! Took a while to get
going, of course; it always does. But then! Oh, how the chest heaved! How
he struggled! How he wriggled, writhed, squirmed, and thrashed about! And
then, finally, the shuddering, shuddering... growing fainter and
fainter... until at last -- nothing! He had splattered the Naked Little
Cutie with his semen as he'd died, oh yes indeed he had!
Afterwards, he had dragged the cute, naked little corpse in among a
patch of tall, waist-high weeds, and had left it there lying face-upwards,
the hands still tied tightly behind its back, and the brown eyes wide open
and staring blankly up at the sky. The Cutie's clothing he had left just
where they had fallen. It would be months before they found him --
assuming that anyone ever found him at all.
Contemplating all this, the Man ejaculated suddenly. He signed,
relaxing, enjoying the moment. Then, after a few minutes, he started his
car, and drove away.
* * * * * * * * * * *
As it happened, however, it WASN'T "months" before Bryan was found;
it wasn't even a day. Only a few hours later, some hunters stumbled upon
Bryan's body as they beat the bushes trying to flush out some game. The
find was promptly reported to the local police department, who, finding no
reports of missing children locally, faxed a description and facial
photographs of the body to all neighboring departments. Bryan's hometown
was small, but it had acquired a fax machine a month ago -- the pride and
joy of the department -- and when Bryan's photograph came up on the
machine in connection with a homicide, more than one officer present
moaned with agony and dismay. Bryan had been well-known in town, and had
personally befriended several officers. One of them was immediately
dispatched to the reporting community, where Bryan's identity was
confirmed. This same officer then had the agonizing task of notifying
Bryan's parents of his murder. This they found particularly heartbreaking,
for until then they hadn't even known that he was missing, let alone dead.
Though the Federal authorities who had charge of the Serial Child
Killer case had sent out dispatches to the various police departments in
several states, they had somehow missed the one where Bryan was killed,
and so the case was treated as a strictly local matter, and in consequence
languished, unsolved; in which state it remains to this very day...
And still the Man drives on!
***** The End *****
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