The breaking of a school girl (closed)

Tigger79

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Thomas slowly drove his pickup van down the empty street, he was sexually hungry and horny, even though he had grabbed a girl only two weeks earlier. The girl that he had snatched had, had her school uniform on, which was a mayor turn on for him. However the girl hadn’t lasted as long as he had liked, so now he was on the hunt for a new victim, a new school girl to play with in his special basement. His cock was itching irritatingly in his pants as he continued to drive around the school district of the small town he lived in and searched for his next victim.
 
Rebecca sighed softly, smoothing down her plaid skirt. She walked down the sidewalk slowly, loosely holding a purse in one hand, a back-pack (that somehow never was on her back) in the other.

Too old for this, she kept thinking to herself. 18, nearly graduated, it was just -too- much to wear the plaid skirt, white knee-socks, hideous shoes, white blouse, and blazer of a school-girl. She could not wait to get out of the private school, and move on to ... well, private college sure, but at least there were no uniforms .. no parents. No rules. Ok, rules sure, but in college rules were intended to be broken!

She glanced idly up as a pickup drove past. Nothing caught her eye, nothing noticeable, so she looked back down at her feet in those hideous shoes.

Her long red hair blew into her piercing green eyes again, and she brushed her hair to one side. Darn wind, she thought, just what i need ... idly, futilely, she tugged down at the hem of her too-short plaid skirt (oh no, she didn't mind the length it was just that it was a school-girl skirt, and therefore embarrassing).
 
Thomas noticed the lonely girl walking along the sidewalk and grinned to himself, she was perfect, even better then the blond girl he had taken two weeks earlier, pulling over to the side of the road he waited, gained posture and looked at himself in the rear mirror, his blond short hair was neatly put in place, the collar of his white shirt made him look nice but not over dressed. Looking at the rear mirror on the right side of the pickup van he notice the girl starting to get closer, so he made one last check in the mirror before opening the door and stepped out from the car.

Stepping out of the car with his black boot covered feet, he straighten his black pants and started to walk around the back of the car and started to go over some tools he had in the back, as though he was searching for something. Slowly he made his way to the sidewalk, his hands still at the back of his pickup, pretending to search for something, cursing softly to himself to add to the deception that he couldn’t find what he was looking for even though -it- was already in his view and slowly walking closer to his position.
 
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Rebecca glanced up, noticing the pickup van that she saw pass her earlier. Odd. Like he was looking for something.

Well, she barely noticed. She walked on, not thinking about it. The vague thought popped through her head about the rumor, about the girls that would disappear every so often. But, that was just rumor. People moved around a lot, and many of the girls would be expelled quietly, or withdrawn to go to public school. No, there wasn't any monster kidnapper in this quiet little nowhere.

She sighed again. First class was mathematics. Yuck. She just really didn't want anything to do with that at all. She walked past the pickup van, numbers floating around her head with no real meaning. Again, to be out of this place and in college ......
 
Thomas looked at the girl as she passed him and grinned, turning around he looked her over carefully, taking in her young and innocent body into his mind and soul, his groin jumped at the sight and he just knew that this girl was his next victim.

Grabbing a rubber bat, he looked around himself making sure they really were alone on the street. He then swiftly moved up behind the girl and swung the bat so it hit her over the back of her head, the bat was made of black soft rubber to make sure there wouldn’t be any permanent damage to who ever he was hitting with it, even though it was massive and threw quite a punch. The girl fell forward and hit the ground hard, not able to catch her fall with her hands, the skirt lifting up as well, showing her panties in clear view as the sun that was slowly making its way up over the horizon.
 
She was lost in thought, no longer entirely aware of the pickup or the man ...

so the sudden wallop caught her entirely offguard. She pitched forward, her mind panicking, trying to get her to run, move, crawl, or do something to get away. She couldn't though, and during the fall which seemed to take hours she finally came to the grim conclusion that she must have been shot. It hurt so much, it took every thing out of her, especially her breath ...

With a soft groan she hit the sidewalk, the world around her dimming quickly ... move! .. she screamed to herself ... but her limbs were frozen. And pain washed over her in sharp waves. No, not a bullet, no blood .. intense pain in the back of her head. Something hit her.

Rock .. one of those bitches at school?

The world went dark and her mind was stilled for the moment .. heart pumping, breath slightly irregular, entirely alive .. but unconscious.
 
Thomas leaned down over the girl and smiled at his handy work that has brought the young and innocent girl into the darkness he wanted her in. He quickly threw the bat back in the rear of the pickup and then returned to the girl and pulled out some standard cuffs and cuffed the girl’s arms tightly behind her back, so tightly that there was a soft cracking sound coming from one of her shoulders. Grabbing the girl by the arms he quickly tossed her over to the back of the pickup and covered her body entirely with a thick black blanket that he had there just for these situations, he noticed that the girl was very light weighted and most likely would be fun to play with. Before Thomas started to head back to the drivers seat he grabbed the girls bags that she had carried and tossed them next to the girl.

Stepping into the drivers seat of his car, Thomas took one last look around himself to make sure no one had seen him taking this girl and no one had. He then started to car and drove off, heading for the country side where his house was located, at a secluded area where hardly anyone came by.
 
She opened her eyes softly as she felt jostled. It was still dark, but she could sense she was awake. There was intense pain in her left shoulder, and her wrists were bound together by what must have been hand-cuffs.

She stirred, and realized she was covered by a tarp or blanket. She was still dressed as far as she could feel, and seemed to have been tossed into some kind of vehicle .. the pickup van! She felt a tight knot in the pit of her stomach.

She tried to sit up, but her head throbbed, and her shoulder began to burn with pain. The blanket had shifted enough that she could see more around her .. in the pickup van, of course, and moving quickly ... she did not recognize where she was, somewhere apparently in the country.

She then noticed her bags beside her.

"Thanks mom," she muttered to herself "oh no, I don't need a cell phone, no of course not."
 
Thomas stopped the car just outside his house, the garden was surrounded by high trees and other things making it very hard to see what was going on in the garden and a grave was newly dug in the lawn. Stepping out of the car Thomas walked around to where the girl was laying and noticed that she was awake, but didn’t say anything, instead he grabbed her bags and tossed them out of the pickup van before climbing up in the car himself and removed the blanket.

Even though the girl seemed to want to talk, Thomas ignored her completely and took out some duct tape and put it over her mouth, just moments before he picked her up in his arm, threw her over one shoulder and jumped of the back of the van, heading for the house and his moment of fun. On the way he made sure the petite girl saw the grave clearly visible on the lawn.
 
She glanced around as the car came to a stop, and looked at the man coming back toward her. She supposed it was the same person that she had noticed before but somehow had left no real impression before, she just remembered the vehicle.

He tossed her bags off the back of the van, and pulled off the blanket.

"Hey," she began, "what the ...."

Her words were cut off as duct tape was unceremoniously slapped over her mouth.

She mumbled, and squirmed uselessly against his strength as he picked her up and slung her over one shoulder like a sack.

Then she saw the hole in the yard. She didn't get the significance at first .. until she realized that it looked just like the hole they dug in the cemetery when the buried Grandma .. except .. no headstone to mark it.

She struggled hard, squealing behind the duct tape. Maybe before she had considered this possibility, but now she knew she wasn't being held for ransom ... she was going to die, and be buried in that hole, and no one would ever know .. she would just become part of the rumor, another girl who disappeared, and was probably expelled ....
 
The girl, his new fuck toy was carried down to the basement, the darkness around them made it impossible to see what was there. However Thomas knew exactly where everything was and dumped the girl roughly upon a couch that was the only comfortable place there. Thomas slowly turned around and turned on the light, the room was basically empty at the moment, except for one thing, his former victim was still hanging on the wall, suspended in her arms as though she was hanging on a cross, her uniform was more or less torn away from her, except for her short skirt. The body hardly moved as the light came on, only thing she managed to do was to look straight into the new girls eyes, her own eyes were beaten badly so she hardly could open them and small cuts was shown clearly around her face along with dried blood. The rest of the body was full with bruises and cuts all over, even along her inner thigh there were visible dried blood, one of the girl’s nipple had been crudely pierced.

“Oh, sorry, forgot to carry out the trash” Thomas said with a grin as he noticed the girls looking at each other and by that he walked up to the former victim and pulled out a knife. The girl started to shiver wildly and looked at the new girl pleadingly and her lips forming the words ‘help me’, but no sound was heard and then Thomas swiftly slit the girls throat so blood started to flow freely from it and then he started to untie the girl and pulled her still choking and trashing body to the floor.
 
Rebecca stopped struggling, seeing no point. Into a dark basement .. at least not murdered outright or buried alive ... and tossed onto a couch.

The lights came on, and Rebecca found herself staring at ... she at first thought it was a painting or something, til her eyes locked with Rebecca's.

She struggled hard now, gasping and letting out a scream that was muffled into a pathetic moan by the duct tape.

The girl looked familiar, but she didn't know her name. She had seen her in school, and she had ... disappeared a couple weeks ago. The school-kids assumed she had been quietly dumped, and only a few pointed to the news, saying the newest missing girl was the same one ... and it was, it was this one.

Rebecca whimpered, realizing she would be there on the wall soon .... then her stomach knotted in terror .. a half-dozen girls had vanished in the last few months ... but there was only one here .. and she them remembered the grave!

“Oh, sorry, forgot to carry out the trash”


Rebecca could only watch in wide-eyed terror, unable to move from fear let alone any bindings on her, as the man cut the girl's throat open, and untied her as she bled to death.

Rebecca screamed (muffled again to a pathetic moan) and thrashed .. and everything went dark as her brain overloaded and simply shut down. She went limp on the couch, passed out from the extreme horror....
 
Thomas returned to the basement after spending 45 minutes burying the other girl. Looking around in the basement he didn’t pay much attention to his latest victim, instead he walked to one of the corners and took off his dirty shirt and bloody pants, leaving his boxers on. Walking up to the girl that he had left on the couch, he looked her over, the short skirt, panties, knee socks and blouse made her very hot to look at.

Thomas kneeled next to the girl and roughly pulled off the duct tape, at the same time as he pulled out his knife and held it against the girl’s throat and motioned her to be silent with his finger over his grinning mouth.
 
Rebecca was groggy but awake when the man returned to the basement. She watched him with wide, fearful eyes. She remained very still as he looked her over and knelt beside her.

He ripped the duct tape off her mouth, and she flexed her lips ... but seeing the knife and then feeling it against her throat, she did not make a sound ... wide eyes looking up at the man's face.
 
Thomas slowly moved his knife down over the girl’s neck and onto her blouse, the tip of the knife scraping the skin as it moved downwards, but didn’t cut it. As soon as the knife reached the first button of her girl’s blouse, Thomas flexed it swiftly, cutting off the button. Thomas eyes were fixated at the girl’s eyes, as he continued to repeat the motion, until all buttons were removed and the blouse fell open. Grinning at the girl, he once again flexed the tip of the knife and the girl’s bra was cut open. As the front of the girl was fully exposed, Thomas moved the knife from one side to the other, pushing away the cloth from the girl’s chest with the tip of the knife.

“My my, aren’t we well developed, its nice of you to share these beauties” Thomas said with a ironic tone in his voice.
 
She whimpered very quietly, sheer terror keeping her very still as the knife scraped down her skin.

Maybe if I am better than that other one .... the thought flickered through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it .. no, she had to pray that her parents missed her and could somehow find and save her.

Her buttons were cut off, her bra cut open .. a shudder went through her body, and she was unable to answer him ... and she was fairly sure any answer would have made him hurt her any way.

She whimpered softly again. She was completely in his power, and she realized that there was nothing she could possibly do to escape. Even if she somehow did get away, or disable him, or whatever, she would have no idea where to go. She didn't know where she was, how far it was to a town or gas station or .. well, anything.
 
Thomas watched the little girl squirm as he continues to move his knife over the now naked skin. The tip of the knife started to scrape against the skin and leaving a bright red trail behind it, even though the pressure on the knife never were enough to actually move through the skin, it must be felt by the girl for sure.

Looking at the pretty little girls short skirt, he grinned to himself and started to lift it up, exposing her white cotton panties. Smiling even wider as he noticed that indeed they were school regular panties and not the string silk ones that the former girl had had on. After looking at the panties for what seemed like hours, but had only been a few minutes, Thomas took the knife back up from the girls stomach, where he had left it for a while and placed it under the girls chin and put more pressure on it then before.

“Now listen carefully” Thomas stated as he straddled the girl, by placing his knees on each side of the girls sides “I’m going to ask you a few questions, and if you answer them quickly and truthfully, I won’t hurt you, but if you lie or hesitate, you will end up on the wall where the other girl was tied, you understand?” Thomas grinned knowing perfectly well that the girl would end up there on the wall in any case.
 
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She whimpered through the knife-scratching, squirming slightly as he lifted her skirt.

Her breath stopped when the knife-point went under her chin.

She didn't fight as he straddled her, and his words sunk in. So ... the other girl was a liar .. didn't do what he asked. So ... so be good, answer him honestly, and .. and I will live?

A small spark of hope landed in her heart and began to smolder. Do what he asks and I will live!

She nodded.

"Y .. yes."
 
Thomas grinned and looks into the girls green eyes and leaned in close, so close that the breath from his mouth was clearly present against the girls nose. The knife continued to be pressed up against the girls chin.

"Are you a virgin girl?" Thomas almost barked into the girls ear.
 
She flinched, not expecting him to yell, so close to her.

She was shaking, eyes filling with tears.

"Y .. yes ...."
 
Thomas grinned wide as he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her to be and smiled as he looked directly into her eyes.

"Do you shave between your legs?" Thomas said and shot off another question before the girl could answer "Have oyu seen a guys cock before?"
 
"Umm .. umm, yes .. or .. umm .. no .. I mean .. umm .. yes and then no..."

Her eyes were very wide, and she was trying to answer both questions but couldn't get them in the right order .. or did she? She was shuddering now, fearful of him and his loud, aggressive manner.
 
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