The Torture of Pauline

The man watched the school children being dismissed from their venue of higher learning. His eyes fell upon the one chosen girl, probably 9 or 10 years old. Her red hair pigtailed on both sides with freckles covering everywhere he could see. She wore red shorts, a red tank top, and red sneakers.

What the man looked like is not relevant to the story. Let’s just call him rather nondescript, looking like every other 40-60 year old man. For several weeks he followed her, to see if she ever changed her route from the school to her home. She never wavered, not one iota. Several times he followed her, at a distance of course, and found the perfect place to kidnap her. A copse of trees hiding her from prying eyes for about five minutes. This is where he waited, and soon the little girl came within his reach.

He reached for the chloroform and the cloth, wetted on with the other, and just as he finished she appeared right beside him, next to the tree he hid behind. As she walked by he stepped out, slammed the chloroformed clothe over her mouth, and held her around the chest with his other arm. Soon she fell limp in his arm. He picked her up and carried her away, to his car many blocks away. No one really paid any attention to him.

He put her in the car, on the passenger seat. He bent her over, tying her wrists behind her back, then her ankles together. He sat her back up, shoved a ball gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. He put a bandana around her face, in the style of the old robbers of the west, so no one could see the gag, then buckled her in. He slid in behind the wheel, and started the car. It would be several hours before he came to his house. Once he got out of the city, he stopped the car and put a blindfold on his little passenger. During his drive home she woke up, screaming. The gag kept her screams to a soft squeal.

“You need to hush, sweetheart. We still have a long time to go before we reach your new home, and your beginnings of torture.”

He watched her as she struggled against her ropes. He chuckled, having fun watching her struggle. Then she really screamed as she released her bladder.

“Now why did you do that, little one? You will be tortured even harder now.”

He pulled off the road onto the shoulder and put on his emergency blinkers. He knew no cops patrolled this are of the highway. He got out, trundled over to the other side of the car. He opened the door, unfastened the girl’s seat belt, and lifted her out and stood her by the car. He pulled some cleaning solution and rags out of the trunk, and cleaned up the urine fairly quickly. He pulled a pair of scissors out of the glove compartment for situations just like this.

“Now, sweetheart, I am going to cut your clothes off so I can clean off your urethra and all round your vagina and legs where I’m certain all that nasty liquid must have hit sitting the way you were.”

As she felt the scissors touch her shoulders to cut off her tank top she screamed again and tried to get away. She fell on her face, scratching her nose and skinning her knees. The man picked her up and applied some antibiotic to both knees and her nose. He then continued to cut off all her clothes, and removed her sneakers. He gently rubbed a warm soapy cloth around her vagina, forcing her knees open so he could get everywhere he needed to get. He even opened her labia and rubbed the cloth deep inside her slit. He walked slowly behind her, ordered her to bend over. She didn’t move. He ordered her again, this time shoving her head down. She obeyed finally, and he ran the still warm soapy clothed across her buttocks, then with one hand opened her bottom cheeks and ran the wash cloth up and down her crack, paying special attention to her little pink anus.

Finally, he lifted her back into the car and fastened her in, completely naked. He could tell she was crying.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be home in another couple of hours. Then you can eat and drink, go the bathroom, I’ll even let you play in my playroom. But bedtime will be at 2100, and not a minute sooner or later. Tomorrow morning your torture will begin. And I intend to start out severely. Won’t that be fun?”

He watched the girl’s little nipples move up and down as she cried harder. He couldn’t help himself. He noticed that her nipples sat atop small breast peaks. He reached over and pinched first her right nipple, then her left. She squealed through her sobbing. He did it again. And again . . . and again . . .

He looked down at her legs and feet. God, what beautiful feet! He thought. I will enjoy torturing those little feet unmercifully! Not to mention those small breasts. He might even put some type of clamps on those nipples. Yes, that would be nice, too.

As he drove on, she stopped crying. He thought she might have gone to sleep. He drove the rest of the way in silence. He pulled into his driveway, his home being far out in the country with his nearest neighbor 4 miles away. Very secluded, which allowed him to do what he wanted to do without any interference.

He turned off the engine and sat there a few minutes, thinking, “Should I kill her when I’m finished with her? No, I can’t do that. I’ll just leave her somewhere.”

He got out of the car and carried the little girl into his house, down a set of stairs to a 6’ thick steel door, opening it. Down another set of stairs, another 8’ thick steel door, another set of stairs and a third and final steel door, 12’ thick. The doors opened from the outside without any problems, gliding across a pneumatic cushion. The simple lock fell away at his hand at each door, but no one not knowing the right set of letters and numbers would never get in. This is where he deposited her. Her room, although a she was a captive, was large, with a four-poster bed, complete kitchen, hidden bathroom with sink and mirror.