The familiar (dis) chords screamed out the cargo van’s stereo system with twin guitars growling against the dusk of a cool fall evening. The words “ On and on, south of heaven” sung repeatedly by Tom Araya fueled the driver with even more adrenaline. His rough hands gripped the wheel tightly as he licked his thin lips, wetting them with his tongue.

When he stopped the van before hanging a left turn he allowed himself a quick glance at the precious cargo sitting in the bay. Seeing the covered dog carrier crate brought a smile to his face. He turned back to the road and turned down a street filled with machine shops, storage yards and auto body shops for the most part. Many of the businesses had fences topped with razor wire and more than one had mean junkyard dogs patrolling their domain. The street was unevenly illuminated by infrequent street lights, aided by wall mounted lights that shone on individual lots. Trash and debris lay by the street curb and large potholes made the road seem more like the third world than part of a great American city in the death throes of the twentieth century.

The man’s fingers tapped at the wheel attempting to keep time with the rapid fire beat of the drumming but falling far short. He had a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that he got every time he went on one of his expeditions. The feeling became stronger as he approached his destination. He made another turn, this time a right and slowly drove down a short dead end street that ended at a padlocked chain link gate. He threw the vehicle into park and alighted from the van. He removed a key from his Carhartt jacket and unlocked the gate and swung it open. He clambered back in and pulled forward just enough so that he could lock the gate back up. After he finished he drove around to the back of the one story cinder block building. He pushed a remote control button that was clipped to his sun visor as he approached a large overhead gate. It sprang to life with the sound of screeching metal, dragging itself up it’s rails to reveal a Stygian gloom beyond. The van turned into the gate’s maw with the headlight beams casting a white glow inside.

He pulled inside and hit the remote again, reversing the process. The man then killed the engine but left the headlights on to provide a source of light. He sat there for a minute breathing in and out in a controlled manner to help maintain control of his emotions. Satisfied with his efforts he climbed down and headed for a steel door in the far wall. He opened it and stepped through the threshold . His hand found the light switch and threw it causing the cold glow of fluorescent lights to flood the room.

The light revealed machines for cutting and shaping steel, tin and aluminum as well as shelves filled with fabricated ductwork and tools. The man ignored all this and walked to another door. Removing his keyring he then unlocked two different deadbolt locks and opened the door to show a stone staircase leading down into darkness. He flicked the switch at the top of the stairs before turning and returning to the van. He shut off the headlights before proceeding to the back doors of the van. He opened them and slid the cage to the lip of the van. With a grunt he lifted the crate and carried it to the top of the stairway where he placed it down. The man retraced his steps and closed the van doors before returning to the stairway.

He again lifted his burden and carefully made his way down the stairs to the depths below. He had reached the bottom and stood in a short hallway with a door at the end. There were two light fixtures mounted on the wall with bare bulbs casting their yellow glow. He approached the door and pushed against it, causing the door to silently swing inward. The man proceeded inside where he placed his load onto a raised platform. Unable to wait longer the man removed the blanket covering the cage to reveal his prize.

The crate was around three feet long and two feet wide and two feet high. It was made of steel bar sections. One side was a door with a clasp that was padlocked. Inside the crate was a captive girl. She was curled up on the rubber mat on the bottom of the crate. He couldn’t see her face due to her long brown hair covering it but he observed a generous portion of white leg showing between her plaid school skirt and her gray knee high socks. She had on black old school sneakers and a light black jacket with her white blouse collar peeking above it.

The man felt his heart began to race and his groin start to swell. He fumbled at the lock in his haste, but soon opened it. He grasped her narrow shoulders and worked her free of the crate. He dragged her to one end of the platform that had a number of pipes and steel rings attached to the platform frame. The platform was made of plywood on top of a steel tubing frame. It was larger than a king size bed and its height was around thirty inches above the concrete floor. The side to which he brought her had a couple of small thin mattresses that were stained and looked like they were originally from a cot. The man reached under the platform and brought up a chain with an D clamp on one end and a leather strap with buckles on the other. He connected the D clamp to one of the steel rings and pulled the girls arms over her head where he wrapped the leather strap around her wrists and buckled it tight. A grim smile played on his face as he reached down and gently brushed the hair away from her face.

The girl was pale with a few freckles around her pert nose. Her lips were thin and very red and it looked like she had lipstick on. Around her eyes black eyeliner was applied in the way that a young girl would try to make herself appear older, though to the man she looked like a painted trollop. He considered removing it so she would look more innocent when without warning the girls eyes suddenly opened. The man found himself lost in their gray depths.

His mind went back to last week when he first saw her. He had been in the same section of town and had finished a meeting with one of his suppliers. It was early evening and the sun had already set. He had been sitting in his van smoking a cigarette parked in front of the supplier when he saw the girl flit into view. She had been dressed the same way, a school girl outfit with her own personal touches like the sneakers and makeup. Her body was very tiny and pixie like. She was well under five feet tall and had no feminine curves to speak of. Immediately he had sat up straight and studied her intently. She seemed to not have a care in the world as she crossed the street and headed in his direction. The man felt his cock twitch in his pants as she glided past the van. He was rubbing himself while watching her in his side view mirror when she turned at the next corner and disappeared from view.

That night he jerked off to her memory twice, coming violently both times. The next evening with nothing else to do he was waiting parked on the street she had disappeared onto. The man was rewarded by seeing her around the same time. He waited until she was almost out of view before starting the engine and following . The street ran straight and by this time was lightly traveled. Like a ghost she flitted in and out of the shadows as she proceeded to her unknown destination. He crept along and once had to pull to the curb to keep a safe distance. Finally she reached the end of the street and turned right. He waited a minute before following and by the time he turned she had disappeared from sight. The section of the city he was now in was a narrow hardscrabble residential area that was squeezed between the industrial zone to one side and the interstate highway on the other. He guessed the girl lived here and was coming from school or some other place and would cut through the area on her way home. Smiling to himself, he was already planning what to do.

It was one of his standard plans but it had worked to perfection. He had printed up some fliers and had loaded the dog carrier with some other supplies into the van. He had checked a few other nights and as sure as clockwork the young girl passed through the area within a fifteen minute interval each time. He chose Friday so that if things went well he would have all weekend with her. That evening he parked at a deserted corner along her route, unlocked the back doors and placed a bottle of chloroform and a rag in his pocket. He hung one of the fliers on a light pole while holding some more and simply waited . He was standing by the side of his van as she approached.

“Excuse me miss, maybe you can help me. My puppy escaped from my van the other day around here and I was wondering if you’ve seen him” he said.

The girl stopped and looked up at him with no expression. “You lost your puppy mister, that’s too bad. I don’t think I’ve seen him though.”

“Well maybe you can take a flier in case you see him. Then you could give me a call. The puppy’s name is Spot and his poor mother is very sad about this.”

“I guess I can take a flier. His mother misses him you say, that’s sad” the girl said and now she looked a little sad herself as she took a flier.

“Yeah I even brought her with me, she’s in the van and they really look alike. Maybe if you saw her that would help if you saw him. Wanna look?” he said with a crocodile smile.

The girl smiled shyly back at him. “Can I see her mister? I would love to see a nice dog.”

“Sure” he said while surveying the area and seeing that no one was around. He had scoped out the location well, making sure there were no surveillance cameras on this stretch of street. Putting his hand into his pocket he unscrewed the top of the bottle while walking to the back doors.

“Wait while I check for traffic” he said stepping into the street. He removed the bottle and rag and applied a generous amount of chloroform to the rag before closing the lid. He then put the bottle back and opened the van doors.

“Ok you can come here now. By the way what‘s your name?” he said taking a step back, giving her a small space between himself and the van to stand.

“My name’s Lilith” the girl said while squeezing in the small area and peering into the back “hey where’s the dog?”

That was all she could get out before he grabbed her across the chest with one arm while the other brought the rag to her face covering her nose and mouth. She struggled feebly for a minute before going limp. The man quickly lifted her into the van and he was surprised at how light she felt, but since he liked to treat little girls like rag dolls anyway it was a pleasant surprise. Within three minutes he had put her in the crate and locked and covered it as well as locking the doors, removing the flier he had hung and getting behind the wheel of the van.

He recalled all this while staring into her eyes. It almost felt like he was drowning in them but with an effort he tore his gaze away. The girl had said nothing to him and that seemed strange but he didn’t really care. His need had grown since he first saw her and it must be addressed. The man undid the button on his pants and unzipped his fly. He was going commando in anticipation and his rapidly hardening member forced itself through the opening. He gave it a quick stroke before climbing onto the platform with the girl.

He straddled the girl’s legs and reached his calloused hand to her skirt and raised it revealing a pair of nondescript white panties. He grabbed the waistband and ripped hard removing the underwear. The man licked his lips at the sight of her bald little mound. He took a tube of lubricant from his pocket and applied it to his large cock all over, coating it well. He then reached his hand down and squirted some onto her little pussy and roughly forced a finger inside her. Surprisingly he could push it all the way into her. She definitely didn’t have a hymen but whether someone had beaten him there or it happened in another way he had no way of knowing. The man then worked a second finger into her and roughly finger fucked her for a minute helping spread ...

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