{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fprq2\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\b\f0\fs20 She seemed upset about something once we got moving, so I let her in on a secret as she shivered under her blanket: "You're not going to get pregnant." I told her. I could tell she wanted to look at me and ask or say something, but her face stayed pointed toward the floorboard. "A girl can't get pregnant till she is around 12 years old." I looked at her face. I was getting a real kick out of this. I was glad I had remembered to wrap an end of the blanket under her to catch the semen, blood and whatever else was coming out of her. I continued, "When a boy or a man has sex with a girl who is newborn to about age 11, they do it just for fun." Still no reply. I reached over and yanked the panties out of her mouth. The spit went onto my dashboard and windshield, so I back-handed her in the face for it, even with her skinny arm cuffed to mine.\par "Did you think that was fun having sex with me, Danielle?" I asked her. An innocent enough question, I thought. Just the thought of it made me hard and want to fuck her again, right then and there. If I wasn't driving, I would have. "I \ul loved\ulnone having sex with \ul you\ulnone ..." I told her. "You're a very sexy girl, Danielle. Do you think you're sexy?" Her crying was slowing down. A girl can only cry for so long before she tires of it. "Maybe just a little bit?"\par I had had enough of her silence. "Answer me!!!" I roared, and she jumped. "Yes!" she answered, starting to cry again. "Say it." I commanded her. "Tell me you're sexy." She looked at me, feebly. "I'll pull those stitches out of your chest." I threatened. Almost immediately, she said, "I'm sexy." "A litttle louder". I said to her. "I'm sexy!" she spouted. "One more time." "I'm sexy!" she almost yelled. I was surprised and pleased by her last response. I had though that she did not have any attitude. I only needed to provoke her, I realized. \par "Why are you sexy, Danielle?" I waited a bit for a response I kind of knew was not coming. "Is it your cunt?" \par she had probably not thought much about her cunt before, even though she had had six years to think about it! "Do you have a sexy cunt, Danielle? Do you know what your cunt is? It's your vagina." I pulled a flap up on her blanket to expose her thigh and squeezed it. There was some tender, lean meat there. "Answer me, Danielle. Is your cunt sexy?" I squeezed a little harder. She tried to pull my hand away with her handcuff. "Yes!!!" She screamed. "You're hurting me!!" "Say it, Danielle." "I have a sexy cunt!" she cried. "Will you say that for me three more times?" "I have a sexy cunt! I have a sexy cunt! I have a sexy cunt!" she repeated, not without anger.\par I was glad to see that spirit in her.\par Most of my other girls had gone through their "anger phase" during their abductions. First it's fear. Then it's confusion. Then it's anger and then they are absorbed by the pain, trying to dissociate themselves from it. Then they just die. The anger made the sex with them much more exciting, but I wasn't going to keep Danielle for another six years to get babies out of her if she was not going to learn to be submissive to my male power.\par "Show me your cunt, sweetheart." I said. "Pull your legs up on my lap." She brought her absolutely gorgeous legs in front of mine and I caught them and swung them up. I wished I had had my pants off as I reached under her blanket and found her sticky, swollen mound/cavity. She was already becoming so mature, I thought. I always found it wonderful when a girl became a woman. "Comfy?" I asked her. She just looked at me, but knew I would demand a response, so she nodded, "Yes". \par We were almost to the farm. I had to decided what I was going to do to her. I flipped open her blanket to see her entire body. That would help me decide. Her chest wounds were doing good. They had stopped bleeding. If I decided to keep her, even for a month or so, I would give her a shot of cortisone so she would not go into shock and a shot of tetra-cyclene so her absent nipples would not get infected. She was doing great so far. Some little girls go into shock extremely easily. I kept looking down at her reclining and relaxing, undecided on what would be her fate. \par "Did your mommy have a lot of babies, Danielle?" I asked her. "Five." she managed. I could tell her bites were really starting to hurt her. She'd need some of that medicine soon. "You have three sisters?" She was nodding off on me. "Yes." she nodded. From what I could determine from that small amount of information, it looked like Danielle would be reproductively healthy when and if she got older. I could ask her more questions later, when she regained some strength. Like I said, it had been a big day for the little girl.\par I pulled in kind of fast to the dirt road leading up to the farmhouse, so I held Danielle down so she would not bounce off of the seat, putting my hand on her tummy and pressing as hard as I could. She was all ready to bring inside, secured to my wrist and wrapped in her blanket, which I threw over her head, too, even though the next neighbor was 3.4 miles away. I layed her down on a couch and although I wanted to get her cleaned up and medicated, I could not help but open her blanket and look at the sexy girl. She was already asleep. I took the handcuff off of her and me and took my clothes off. \par I put a home-made spreader bar on her. I was taking no chances. A girl can pretend she's sleeping and then run. If she makes it to the street, she's got a chance. My spreader bar is an adjustable length, and I gave her a couple of feet. She looked so pretty with it on. I got some soap and water and washed her freshly-raped cunt and chest stitches down with it. There was so much dirt and sweat on her from her trip into the woods with me that I had to change the water to clean off her face. She was so pretty. I didn't want her to die. Not just yet. I made sure I cleaned off her chafed left wrist, too. I even kissed it, afterward. I looked at her and wished that she would learn to understand and to love me.\par \par \par \b0\f1\par }