"What have you done!" he muttered to himself as he drove the van down the country road. "You stupid bastard. What the fuck have you done!" His heart was beating so loudly that he could actually hear it, his throat was dry and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He was more terrified than he had ever been in his life but inside his pants, his cock was as hard as an iron bar. "It was her own fault," he said to himself, as he tried to justify his actions. "It was her own fucking fault for being there. Why couldn't she have been somewhere else? She didn't have to be there! " He glanced down at the dashboard to see that he was travelling about 20 miles an hour over the speed limit and he took his foot off the gas and looked fearfully in his door mirrors. They showed only an empty road behind him and he breathed a sigh of relief and hissed, "Clever. Very clever. That's all you fucking need, is to get stopped for speeding!" Thinking back on the last hour of his life, he cursed the luck that had placed him in the lay-by, just when the little girl had showed up. John Downs was a 38 year old delivery driver for a company who took used instruments from hospital operating rooms, cleaned and sterilised them, and delivered them back. They also supplied various types of dressings and pharmaceutical supplies, and John's job was to get them to the hospitals they were contracted to serve. It was around 6 o'clock in the evening when he finished his last delivery, and, as usual, he had ended up with some empty cardboard boxes in the back of the van. He was actually meant to return to the depot to dispose of the trash but that would add about an hour to his day. "Fuck that," he thought to himself, as he made his way to a small deserted lay-by that he knew of in a quiet country lane. Making sure that know one was around, he discarded the trash in the lay-by and was just finishing sweeping out the back of the van when he heard a voice say, "Can you help me please? I'm lost." His heart leapt into his throat and he gave a jump before spinning around in the direction of the voice. "Christ, you scared the shit out of me!" he snarled, before he realised that it was a young girl who was standing outside the open doors of his van. She looked to be about 11 or 12 and was wearing a pink cotton top, denim jeans and a pair of untied sneakers on her feet. She jumped back at his tone and her startled eyes were wide open as he raised his hands and said in a quieter tone, "I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to frighten you. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be around here and you made me jump." "Sorry," the girl replied, and then stood still, waiting for him to respond to her original question. John's eyes were taking in every inch of the child's covered body, from her curly blonde hair all the way down to her scuffed and muddy sneakers and he was so absorbed in his stare that she had to repeat, "Can you help me? I'm lost." If the young girl had even the slightest idea of the thoughts that were flashing through J ohn's mind as he mentally undressed her, she would have sprinted away just as fast as her legs would carry her, but he innocent child had no understanding of what a paedophile was. Her words eventually penetrated John's brain and he smiled kindly at her and said, "You're lost? Where do you live." "I'm not from around here," the girl replied. "I'm with my Mom and Dad who are visiting some friends. I went out to play and now I can't find the house. I've been walking for ages." "Can you describe the house," John asked. "Its a little wooden cottage with a stoop at the front," she replied earnestly. He nodded his head and said, "And does it have a little fence around it?" Almost all the houses around these parts had some form of fence around the property and he felt it was a save question. His smile was almost as wide as the little girls as she clapped her hands and jumped up and down excitedly. "Yes! Yes!" she said. "Do you know where it is?" "Sure," John lied. "I know where it is, but is a long way. You must have walked very far. Get in the van and I'll take you home." He held out his hand to invite her into the back of the van, but the girl hesitated slightly and bit on her bottom lip, unsure if she should go inside. "It's alright," John said, "There's a sliding door here to let you into the front." As he spoke, he slid open the door, and the child took his hand and climbed into the back of the van. "In you go and sit down," John said pleasantly. "I'll just finish sweeping up and I'll join you." The child had no fear as she walked past him and never even saw the blow that hit her on the back of the head and instantly knocked her unconscious. Leaping out of the van, with his heart hammering in his chest, John scanned the horizon in all directions and breathed a sigh of relief that there was nothing, and on one, in sight. Getting back into the van, he closed the doors and gave a silent prayer of thanks to the person who had decided that the company vans should not have any windows into the cargo area. There were some olive green cotton sheets in the corner of the van that were being returned from a hospital and he spread one of them on the floor and then rolled the girl onto it on her back. Taking a knife from his toolbox, he cut up some nylon rope and tied it around her wrist and then onto a lashing point on the side of the van. He repeated his action on the other wrist before pulling off her shoes and similarly securing her ankles. The girl was tied spread-eagled with her ankles so far apart that she was nearly doing the splits. The ropes were so tight that her back was almost lifted from the floor and he stuffed some more sheets behind her head so that she wouldn't be able to bang the back of her head on the floor of the van to make a noise. Finally, he cut off a length of grey duct tape and secured it over her mouth. Satisfied with his work, he got out of the van and locked the back doors before looking around again for anyone who might have seen him. The road was still deserted so he got back into the driving seat and started down the road. Now that the euphoria of tying up the child had worn off, John was torn with indecision. Every time he thought about the girl's body, his cock lurched, and imagining what her little cunt would look like almost made him cum in his pants. The reality of abducting the girl scared him witless however, and for the hundredth time, he thought about letting her go. "No way," he whispered to himself. "You can't let her go now. She has seen you and could give a good description to the police." "Maybe not," he argued with himself. "What's she going to say? He was white, thirty something, black hair, tall, 175 pounds. That description could fit thousands of people." Just when he was starting to feel that maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed, he was crushed when he remembered the van. "The van!" he cried. "Christ, she saw the fucking van with the company name plastered all over it. "Fuck! Fuck!" He shook his head in resignation and realised that he was now committed. There was no way he could release the child. With the resignation came acceptance, and with acceptance came lust. A slow, evil grim spread over his face and he hissed, "I'm going to fuck her! I'm going to fuck her little brains out!" About half an hour later, he had reached his home and he pulled into the drive and pressed the button hanging from his van key-ring that opened the automatic garage door. A second press closed the door behind him and he got out of the van and switched on the lights. He stood outside the van for a few seconds but couldn't hear anything. He knew that the young girl must be awake by now but she was tied so tight that she was unable to bang any part of her body against the van and make a noise to attract attention. Without any windows, he knew that it would be pitch back inside the back of the van and he grinned at the terror that must have produced in the child. With his heart hammering inside his chest and his cock as hard as it had ever been, he stripped off his drivers' uniform until he was left in his boxer shorts. He was about to open up the van when a thought struck him, and he went through the back door of the garage and into the house. Opening the refrigerator, he lifted out a six-pack of beer and then went back to the garage. The drivers window was open and John reached in to the dashboard and snapped down the switch the operated the lights in the cargo compartment, before he went round to the back of the van and opened the door. "Hi honey," he said pleasantly as he climbed into the van and closed the doors behind him. Living alone, he had no fears of being disturbed, but he did have neighbours, and the closed garage door and the closed van doors were enough to deaden any sounds that he might make. Cracking open the first can of beer, he took a long swallow before looking closely at the girl. Her eyes were wide with fear and a flood of tears was running down her cheeks. She couldn't utter a sound except for snorting down her nose, but she shook her head as she stared up at him in a silent plea of , "No! No!" Setting the six-pack on the floor, with the open can on the top, he reached casually into his small tool box and pulled out a pair of scissors. They were black with six-inch long blades and were made especially for hospitals for cutting the clothes of injured people, and the little girl's fear increased ten fold when she saw the sharp points coming towards her. Crouching down between her outstretched legs, John studied the young girl's body closely and licked his lips in anticipation. The child's pink top was a round neck with sleeves that came down to just above her elbows. It was loose fitting and was draped over the swellings of her developing tits. John reckoned that they were about a 30A or maybe slightly more, and on such a young girl, they looked delicious. He couldn't help himself as he stretched out his hand and gently cupped one of her tits. He groaned as he squeezed the firm flesh and knew that the sensation would get much better once he had removed the top and the bra he could feel beneath it. Looking down at her crotch, the denim material was stretched very tight around her hips and thighs because her ankles were tied so wide apart and he knew that the position she was in must he causing her pain. Both of her wrists and both of her ankles were bleeding, where the hard nylon rope had started to cut into her flesh, and despite the agony in her limbs, the young girl tried frantically to buck and squirm out of his way when her took hold of the bottom of her tee shirt and began cutting with the scissors. The tightness of the ropes meant that her movements were very small and certainly not enough to worry John, who quickly cut the top from the hem all the way up to the neck. It gaped open, showing the child's white bra and he made to further cuts from the neck down through both sleeves before he was able to pull the ruined garment from her body. Screwing it into a ball, he threw it into the corner of the van before her reached out again to fondle her tits. The bra was more than a training bra, but still had a very light control because of the smallness of her tits and the firmness of her young flesh. Releasing his hold, he sat back on his heels and looked into her terrified eyes as he lifted his beer can and drained it into his throat. Watching her closely, he crunched the empty can in his hand and threw it into the corner beside her top, before popping open a second can. It was warm and stuffy inside the van and his naked torso was covered with a film of sweat as he sat back and debated whether the bra or the denims were next. Despite his desperate desire to see and suck her tits, he decided that her pants would be next to go and he started cutting at her ankle and moved upwards towards her hip. He was very careful when he reached the point where the material was stretched tight. He didn't want the slightest nick in her flawless skin and he also didn't want to cut into her panties. At least, not yet. That would be something to savour. The girl was grunting and snorting through her nose as the clothes were cut from her body, but she could do little else. Tears still ran down her cheeks but John paid no attention to them as he cut. The tip of his tongue pushed out from between his lips as he concentrated on his work, until he finally reached the waistband of her denims. She wasn't wearing any belt but he had to use considerable strength and saw at the thick material before it parted. The cut material opened up and he could see the leg hole of the girls panties. They were white and covered with little teddy bears, and he nodded to himself before moving over to her other leg to begin the cutting all over again. Because the first cut had stopped the material being stretched, the second cut went much quicker and once he was finished, he pulled the denims away from her body and tossed then into the pile of trash in the corner. Sweat was now dripping from his forehead and he stood up and rubbed a cold beer can over his face, before draining half the can in a single swallow. Dressed only in his boxer shorts, the front of his underwear was tented out from his body by his rigid cock, and he looked down and saw the child staring in panic at the bulge. He was standing between the young girl's spread thighs and he pulled down the front of his shorts and let his cock spring free. Taking the shaft in his fist, he waved it lewdly at the child and said, "Look at this honey! Do you know where it goes?" She didn't respond, but just stared at him with a look of complete dread as he moved his bare foot forward and pushed his big toe against her panty covered sex. "Right in there baby," he said. "That's where it goes. All the way up your little cunt." His words now triggered a response in the child. Up until mow she had harboured the mistaken belief that everything would be alright. That he would let her go. That he didn't really mean her any harm. All her illusions and her false hopes were suddenly shattered and an icy dread gripped her heart. She tried to thrash about in a desperate attempt to escape but the ropes only gave her a few millimetres of movement and more blood flowed out of her torn wrists and ankles as the restraints bit deeper. John laughed as he enjoyed her struggles and he emptied the beer can into his throat before opening the third. Kneeling back down, the scissors cut cleanly through the shoulder straps of her bra, and he held his breath as he pushed one blade up between her tits until the front of the garment was between the blades. He cut through with a single snip, and the elasticated sides snapped the material from her breasts. As he stared at her tits, his throat went dry, and his hand trembled as he placed the scissors on the floor and pulled the ruined underwear from her body. She was lightly tanned all over, and her skin was flawless. Her flesh glowed with health and he idly wondered if she was into aerobics or gymnastics because her body was so taut and firm. Her young tits were spectacular, firm and almost pointed and topped with delicious looking nipples. Her flat stomach was blessed with the cutest little bellybutton, and her small waist flared out to her panty covered hips. He could see her pubic mound beneath the material and although his throat remained dry, his mouth watered and he had to snatch up his beer can and pull down a couple of swallows. He bent forward and slithered his naked torso up the child's body until his face reached her tits. She felt total revulsion and terror at his touch but could do nothing to resist. She stared down at him as he sniffed her breasts and then she moaned beneath the duct tape as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. It certainly wasn't a moan of lust or pleasure, and she felt physically sick at what was now certain would happen to her. Screwing her eyes tightly shut in the childish hope that if she couldn't see what was happening, then it wasn't actually happening, the preteen tried to blot everything out and she prayed for him to stop. John slobbered over the girl's tits, sucking the tight flesh into his mouth and teasing her nipples until they stiffened, despite her situation. His cock was throbbing and he could feel the wetness inside his pants from the pre-cum that was running out of his piss hole. He had intended cutting her panties from her body and fucking the little bitch, but he knew that we wouldn't be able to last long enough. He was almost cumming in his pants and it he even touched himself, his spunk would erupt. He desperately needed to cum before he got down to the serious business of raping the child, so he got to his feet and went back to his tool box. Drawing out a wicked looking knife with an eight inch long blade, he dropped his shorts so that he was naked and knelt down with his knees on either side of the girl's head, facing her feet. She could smell his prick and she grimaced as a drip of pre-cum dropped onto her cheek. She could also smell the musky stink from his ass and she tried not to gag, knowing that if she threw up, the sickness couldn't get past the duct tape and she would have to swallow it again. Before she could continue that disturbing thought, John pushed the point of the knife against her left tit and growled, "Make a sound, and I'll cut off your fucking tit. Understand?" He was looking down at her face that was between her legs, and the girl was looking upwards at the thick cock that was waving about in front of her face. She nodded her understanding, even although she knew that she couldn't make any noise anyway with the tape over her mouth, and was completely taken by surprise when he gripped a corner of the tape and ripped it off her face. Some of the skin around her lips stuck to the tape and was torn off her face and despite the warning John had already given her, her mouth automatically opened to scream in pain. He had anticipated what her reaction would be, and as the air rushed into her lungs to prepare for the scream, he fell forward, with his cock in his fist, and rammed it into her throat. Before she even knew what was happening, her throat was forced wide open by his thick shaft and his hips were thrusting the hot meat in and out of her throat. Now, the little girl could do nothing to avoid throwing up. Her stomach muscles contracted and forced the contents of her stomach back up to her throat which was completely blocked with John's prick. With nowhere to go, her vomit flowed back down towards her stomach before the next contraction of her muscles tried to force it back up. As her slime see-sawed its was up and down, John squeezed his eyes shut as his spunk boiled inside his balls. Burying his prick in her throat until his pubic hair was pressed firmly against her chin and his balls covered her eyes, he groaned loudly as the cum rocketed up his piss hole and jetted into her throat. As well as trying to force the vomit out of her body, the preteen was fighting to breath and some of her vomit was drawn into her lungs. At the same time, so much spunk was spraying into her throat that her spluttering caused strands of the slime to ooze out of her nose. John continued to block her throat for another few seconds before pulling his cock out. He only just moved fast enough to avoid the vomit that erupted out of her mouth and the child had the good sense to turn her head to the side as she emptied her stomach onto the floor of the van. She was coughing and spluttering as she tried to clear her throat and her nostrils, and at the same time, get some air into her lungs. Gasping and wheezing, it took several minutes before she had even started to recover, and without warning, John wiped her face roughly with the remains of her tee shirt and then slapped another piece of duct tape over her mouth. Even although he has just cum, his cock didn't soften, but stayed rock hard and there was new lust in his eyes as he looked down at the girl. Removing the duct tape had been a mistake he realised. If she had screamed! If someone had heard! He shook his head to clear that thought, and vowed that he wouldn't make that mistake again. Fucking her throat had been fun, but that was the first and last time that he would use that hole. Breathing heavily, he sat with his back against the side of the van and took his time drinking another can of beer. He enjoyed the feeling of the cool metal against his hot skin, and he continually ran his eyes up and down the little girl's body. He loved the shape and firmness of her developing tits, but his eyes were continually drawn to her covered pubic mound and he licked his lips as he imagined what lay beneath the material. The girl's nostrils were wide open and there was a wet slurping noise as she pulled air over the spunk still in her nasal passages and down into her lungs. Muffled grunts and groans came from her throat, but John ignored them as he got down onto his knees between her legs and stared at her panty covered mound. Almost lying on the floor, he moved his face closer until his nose was within a few millimetres of her crotch and he breathed in. She had a lovely scent with a very faint smell of stale piss. He couldn't see any stains in her panties and he lay still and savoured the moment before reaching out for the scissors. Inserting the blade into the side of her right leg hole, he pushed it carefully up until it was above the waistband and snipped through the material. Not wanting to expose her cunt just yet, he held the cut material together with his fingers and then cut up through the left leg hole and through the waistband. The front section of the child's panties was now just lying over her sex and waiting to be peeled away. Although the preteen was clearly terrified about her situation, she was so firmly tied that she knew it was useless to struggle and she felt that her only hope was to endure everything that this evil monster did to her in the hope that he would either release her after he was finished or that she would have some opportunity to escape. John's eyes were glued to the small scrap of material that covered the girl's sex and he was grateful for the feel on the cold metal floor on his cock. It was like a rod of steel and the contact with the van floor was helping to calm him down. With shaking hands, he took a grip of the waistband and began pulling it down. A few wispy strands of the softest pubic hair he had ever felt brushed the back of his fingers, and he was trembling like a whipped puppy as he pulled the panties away from her legs. He cunt was every bit a beautiful as he'd hoped and imagined. Still not quite a woman, the preteen cunt was a deep cut between her legs and the more he looked at it, the more entranced he became. He had forgotten all about the girl, if that was possible. The only thing that mattered to him was the cunt just inches away from his eyes. Drool dripped out of the corner of his mouth as he crawled forward another inch. There was not much smell from the little girl's hole because she wasn't aroused in any way. The only sent was that of her body, but that didn't matter in the least to John. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth as if preparing to taste one of the worlds greatest delicacies, he fastened his mouth over her slit and pushed his tongue into her fuck tube. The little girl stiffened at his touch but the restraints prevented her from any actual movement and she was powerless to resist being molested. She was hot inside her cunt and John was whimpering with lust as he wormed his tongue higher. He savoured the sweet taste she had and was amazed at how tight her flesh was around his tongue. His prick lurched as he thought about how she wound feel around his shaft, but the thought was interrupted when the tip of his tongue touched the barrier. The child's hymen was intact and he knew instinctively what he was touching. Puling his face back, he used his fingers to open her up and he stared lovingly at the thin membrane that sealed off her tube. "Perfect," he muttered to himself, and then got to his feet. The girl watched John's cock wave about in front of his body with pure terror and she was relieved when he suddenly turned around and jumped out of the van. A few minutes later he was back however, and he had a tube in his hand that she could see read KY Jelly. She had no idea what KY Jelly was, or what it was for, and she watched as he squeezed some of the clear slime in his hand and covered his prick with it. He wiped his hands clean on her panties and then screwed a small nozzle onto the end of the tube and pushed it up her cunt. Careful to stop before he reached her hymen, John squeezed the tube and filled her hole with the lubricant. The young girl lay quiet while this was happening to her. Although she was embarrassed that he could see her naked and she was still very frightened, she was just grateful that he wasn't hurting her. She wouldn't have lain quite so quiet if she realised that was soon going to change. John slithered his naked body up and over hers. He could feel her pert little tits rub across his chest as he buried his face in her neck. Kissing and licking her skin, the child remained motionless until she felt something press against her cunt. She couldn't look down because of John's body, but the pressure was getting worse. It was pressing right on her slit and John raised his head and smiled down at her. He was still smiling as he forced his hips down and the most intense agony that the little girl could ever have imagined erupted from between her legs. Her head thrashed from side to side and she screamed inside her head, but only a nasal grunt was actually heard. Her eyes opened impossibly wide as John continued pushing and pushing, until her slit opened and the head of his prick slid inside. The preteen's cunt felt like it was on fire and her body was rigid with pain as she was stretched open. He had managed to get about two inches of his eight inch long cock into her immature fuck tube and he paused, letting the tip rest against her hymen. The child looked so ghastly that her parents would have had to look twice to recognise her. Her eyes were open too wide and her nostrils were flared out as she fought to breath. Tracks of tears were clearly visible on her cheeks, but John had never seen her look so lovely. He loved inflicting pain, and if he could do it to a female child, so much the better. Watching her face closely, and in particularly her eyes, he pulled his cock back about half an inch and then rammed it forward. The girl's back arched in torment as she was penetrated and it forced the rope around her limps to bite deeper into her flesh and caused fresh blood to run over skin. The pain was indescribable, but John didn't stop pushing until he was against her cervix. His prick felt like it was being gripped by the jaws of a vice and he looked down at where they were joined as he began to fuck her. Already, there were steaks of her blood on his shaft and within a few moments, the KY jelly was no longer clear but an ever deepening shade of pink. It took about six inches of his cock to bottom out against the girls cervix and he was impressed that she could take so much. Impressed but not satisfied. There was still about two inches of his prick that wasn't able to get into her body and he started pounding harder and harder. Every bump against her cervix caused waves of agony to lance through her body and the child was nearly delirious with the pain. Harder and harder he jabbed against the entrance to her womb until her tender flesh surrendered and he rammed past her ruined cervix and went right into her womb. Finally he was satisfied and he looked down and grinned at the sight of his pubic hair mashed into her mound. Her cunt was obscenely stretched and he could see the outline of his shaft beneath her skin and right up to her stomach. Looking into her face, he could see that she was close to unconsciousness and her gripped her hips and started to fuck her as hard and as fast as he could. The combination of being so aroused, and the tightness of her tube, made it certain that he wasn't going to last long and he managed to thrust for less that a minute before he rammed fully inside her cunt and sprayed his spunk into her womb. Just as he finished his cum, he watched the girl's eyes roll up as she slumped senseless on the floor. The young girl had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but her whole world had literally been turned upside down when her eyes eventually fluttered open. She was still tied by wrist and ankle to the sides of the van, only now she had been turned over and was face down. The pain in her cunt was unbelievable and she whimpered as she turned her head to the side. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw John sitting on the floor watching her and he smiled and said, "Welcome back." He hunkered across the floor until he was siting in front of her with his feet straddling her head. Lifting her head up by pulling on her hair, he asked, "Was that good for you honey? It was really good for me." As he spoke, he wiped his slimy cock over her cheeks, leaving streaks of cum, blood and lubricant. He would have loved to remove the duct tape and make her lick his prick clean, but he couldn't take the chance. The preteen obviously couldn't reply and she just stared at him. She was so shocked that someone could hurt her so badly, and even enjoy it, that her brain refused to take it in. She half expected to wake up in her own bed and that this was only a nightmare, but the agony between her legs was the constant reminder that it was all too real. He was laughing as he got up and knelt down again between her legs. His cock had softened after firing the jets of cum into the child's womb, but it was stiffening again at the sight of her helpless body. There was a small pool of pink spunk beneath her that had leaked out of her cunt and he could also see thin trickles of bright red blood inside her open hole. Giggling like a little boy, John pulled the girl's ass cheeks open and stared in wonder at his next target. In adults, the skin around their assholes is normally brown, but the girl was so young that her shit hole was still smooth and pink. Letting some saliva trickle out of his mouth and into her ass crack, he massaged it around her tightly closed shit hole before driving his finger into her bowels. The preteen's body stiffened and she was horrified at what he was doing. Although the pain from his finger wasn't as bad as the pain in her cunt, she couldn't believe that he actually had his finger in the hole that she pooped from. Anal sex was something that the child had no knowledge or conception of and she was totally bewildered why he would do it. John removed his finger and raised it to his nose, savouring the scent. After licking it clean, he picked up the tube of KY Jelly, that still had the small tube attached and pushed it gently into her bowels. As he squeezed the tube, the girl could feel the cold jelly flow into her asshole and a cold dread suddenly enveloped her. "He wouldn't!!" she thought. She already knew where babies came from and she knew, or almost knew, what had already been done to her. Her sex education had consisted of some rudimentary stuff in school with her giggling friends, and some magazines that one of them had "borrowed" from her brother. This was different however. This was her poop hole and it was much too small to take his "thing." She must be mistaken. Even he wouldn't do that to her. She held on to that belief even as he crawled onto her back and she felt his slick cock slide between her ass cheeks. When he pushed against her shit hole however, rivers of tears flowed down her cheeks and she trashed her head from side to side. Unfortunately for her, her head was about the only part of her body that was free to move and she couldn't stop the relentless pressure on her shitter. Her ass muscles had automatically clenched shut at John's touch, but his weight and strength were much too great for the young girl to resist. Her asshole was being pushed deep into her body until it could be pushed no further. At that point, something had to give and her sphincter muscle tore apart and John's prick rammed into her shit tube. The pain was indescribable and her head shot up and her back arched for a few seconds before she fell forwards unconscious. "No, no, that wont do," John said as he reached over to his little tool box and took out a stick of smelling salts. Reaching around to break the stick under her nose, the child reacted violently as the vapours entered her nose and brought her senses back. She twisted her head away from the smell, but even before she had completed the turn, the torture in her asshole assaulted her brain again. John continued pushing inwards, increasing the pressure and the pain inside her shit tube until he was fully inside. Having already cum twice, he was able to last much longer now, despite the tightness of her asshole and the unfortunate child had to endure over ten minutes of having her asshole fucked. She passed out a further three times during the fucking, but each time John revived her with the smelling salts so that she would experience the full pain of his pounding. He knew that once he had cum for the third time, he would be finished for the night and he waited until he could feel the familiar sensation in his balls. He speeded up his thrusts and at the same time, curled his hand around to the young girl's face and pinched her nose closed. She thrashed her head wildly as her only source of oxygen was cut off and her eyes bulged. John was so very close and as the child suffocated, the muscles throughout her body went into spasm due to lack of oxygen, and her shit tube was no exception. It gripped him even tighter and milked his prick until he cried our and splattered his spunk up her back hole. Six powerful blasts, followed by a few lesser spurts, emptied his balls and he collapsed onto her back breathing heavily. He was the only one in the van who was now breathing because his grip on the girl's nose had remained tight and she had died just as the first squirt of cum entered her body. After a few moments, he pulled out of her asshole and climbed unsteadily to his feet. John stood for a long time, looking down at the young girl's lifeless body. His cock had softened and a few drops of spunk dripped out of his piss hole and fell onto the floor of the van. He began to shake as the enormity of what he had done sank into his brain and he lifted up the remaining three unopened beer cans and went into the house. He showered carefully and thoroughly, washing away all traces of sweat and other fluids that were on his skin as he tried to think how to dispose of the child's body. He towelled his hair as he walked back into the kitchen and his hands were still shaking as he poured a large slug of whisky into a glass. As he raised it to his lips, an idea began to form and he lowered the glass again. "It could work," he whispered. "It could actually work." Leaving the liquor untouched, he sat down in the chair and thought his plan through. An hour later, he had thought it through a dozen times, each scenario anticipating a different problem, and he decided that it was his best chance. Sure, it needed some luck, but he had to try it. Going back to the van, he untied the girl and wrapped her body tightly in one of the sheets. A second sheet was used to bundle her clothes, shoes, ropes, his boxer shorts and the scissors. Finally, he got some rags from the house and cleaned up all the vomit and spunk from the floor and then threw the rags inside the sheet. Remembering that he had been wearing his drivers uniform when he had first tied up the girl, he threw that inside the sheet as well and then tied up the four corners. He closed the van doors and then went up to his bedroom and pulled on a fresh uniform before backing the van out of the garage and out onto the road. His job made him a regular visitor at many of the hospital in the state, but there was a particular one he had in mind. Saint Thomas Hospital was an old complex of buildings serving a rural community. It didn't have an emergency department, which made it very quiet at night, but it performed dozens of operations every day. Most of them were cosmetic surgery, but they also handled some general operations. It took him over two hours to get to the hospital and pull to a stop at the security kiosk. "Hi Larry," he said, leaning out of the open drivers window and giving the security guard what he hoped was a normal smile. Inside his heart his heart was hammering and he dropped both hands in his lap so that Larry wouldn't see that they were shaking. "John!" the guard replied in surprise. "What the fuck are you doing here in the middle of the night?" The guard looked at his watch, and added, "Its nearly three o'clock in the fucking morning." John shrugged his shoulders and went into his practised lie. "You should know better that me Larry," he began. "All I know is that you guys have a busy schedule tomorrow and that you need extra supplies for the operating rooms. I got the call a few hours ago from my boss to get my ass into the depot, pick up your supplies and get them out to you." "Fuck," Larry said, "We're always the last to know about these fucking things. No one thinks about keeping us informed." "Sorry mate," John said. "What do you want me to do? You want to make some phone calls?" He tried hard to keep his voice steady because this was one of those parts of his plan that he had no control of. If Larry went by the book, he should phone his supervisor to check that John's delivery was expected, and John could only hope that he wouldn't bother. Larry sucked his teeth for an agonising few seconds before he said, "No, that's alright John. That old bastard of a supervisor has probably got his feet up on his desk by now and is sound asleep. He'd chew my balls off if I woke him up." John laughed, more in relief that anything else, as Larry pressed the button to raise the barrier. "You need any help?" Larry asked, as John put the van into gear. "You want me to phone up some porters?" "Don't bother Larry," he replied. "There isn't too much and I know where I'm going." With a friendly wave of his hand, he breathed a huge sigh of relief as he drove into the hospital grounds. The loading and delivery bay was around the back of the main building and was completely deserted, just like he'd hoped it would be. He backed the van up to the ramp and took a good look around before he opened the back doors. The reason he'd picked Saint Thomas Hospital was that the incinerator was located beside the loading bay, and there was a chute within five metres of where he was parked that dropped straight into the fire. With a final look around, he heaved the sheet containing the girl's body over his shoulder and walked rapidly to the chute. Dropping the body, he watched as the weight took it down and pushed open the bottom door. He caught a glimpse of the inferno inside for a second before the body went through and the door sprung closed again. Five minutes later, the second sheet had also been consigned to the incinerator and he was back in the drivers seat. One of the hardest things he had ever had to do was to sit in the van and wait for about fifteen minutes before driving off. He had to have been at the loading bay for enough time for Larry not to become suspicious that he had returned too quickly. He needn't have worried because as soon a Larry saw the van approach, he raised the exit barrier and they gave each other a friendly wave before John began the long drive back to his house. It was only when he was watching television the next morning while eating breakfast that John learned that the girl had been called Tammy Parr. Her distraught parents were on camera begging for the safe return of their child and the police was appealing for any witnesses. As the reporter was speaking, they put up a photograph of Tammy and John's cock stiffened as he remembered her firm body. Staring at the photograph, he jacked himself of until his spunk spurted free and covered his hand. Just as he climaxed, the camera went back to Tammy's mother, who said, "Tammy is a lovely girl." "Yea," John replied to the television. "And a great fuck."