Pedo Romp/Kidnap a kindergartener

Your common sense says "stop." Your hardon clubs it senseless and says "go." You grab a chubby little brown-haired girl up in both arms and walk off with her. She wakes up briefly, but you pat her head and tell her to go back to sleep as you take her out to your van. Soon, you've driven off to a local dead-end road you know, used to be a lover's lane back when kids needed those...

The girl's awake. "Where are we?" She's scared. It turns you on.

"Never mind where we are," you say. "Just do what I tell you." You get out and walk around to her side.

"Where's my mom? I want my mom!" You laugh at that. This girl's been off the breast long enough - now it's time to show her what she really needs to suck. You get the door open, haul her out, and set her on the hood. She starts to wail - "Maaa-maaaaaaaa!!!!!" - she needs to be shut up. You clamp a hand over her mouth and lay down the law: she's going to shut up and she's going to suck what you give her to suck, and then everything's going to be okay. If she makes noise, that won't be okay. "Understand?" She gives a muffled "mmf!"

Heaving her back down, you have her sit on the front bumper, haul out your cock, and as she starts to wail again you jam it into her mouth. Now there are tears, but there's very little sound. You give it a few pushes and it feels good, but you want to see it all - so you pull it out, rip her panties off, and palpitate the doll-hairless space between her legs. But she's making that noise again - "wwwaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaahhhh...." - but no one can hear, so you punish her for crying by spanking her bottom and making her cry some more. Rampant with lust, you strip her to the skin, and when she cries more, you spank harder - then you sit on the bumper and shove that "pacifier" back in her mouth. When she doesn't want to open, you twist her arm 'til she does. Eventually, you orgasm, and you force her to drink every drop. She won't stop crying.

Once your orgasm fades into your memory, you start to think again. This is not good for you. On the drive back, you try every trick and threat you can try to make her swear she'll never tell. She swears and swears. You make a lame excuse to return her to class - a good thing, as the teacher's frantic.

Let's cut to the chase: she doesn't keep her vow of silence. You get life. As a notorious "chester," what you gave, you get, for many years to come.

THE END.