Story: A Dark and Stormy Night (g11)   
      
   By Old Boy (M/g, nc)   
      
   Note: This opening sentence is a play on the winning entry in a literary   
   contest for the worst opening sentence in a novel, as reported by Reuters.   
      
   It was a bleak, dark, and stormy night as the raving madman shoveled his   
   huge burrito of a cock into the small, pure, angelic cunt of the little   
   girl he was raping in a dark, smelly graveyard where the dried, boney   
   arms of the evil dead clapped like thunder watching the hideous act.   
      
   Shoveling his knurled cock into the girl, Jason drooled with delight.   
   This was his first rape since he had escaped from the insane asylum   
   where he had been committed as a dangerous sex offender. It had been his   
   intent to hide out in the nearby graveyard while the guards searched for   
   him. He had not expected to find a young girl there.   
      
   Jenny had been warned by her parents not to take a shortcut through the   
   spooky old graveyard with its towering old tree branches casting scary   
   shadows in the moonlight. But she was a big girl now, 11 years old, and   
   she was not afraid of shadows anymore. The rumble of thunder and the   
   flashes of lightning told her that it was soon going to storm and Jenny   
   was in a hurry to reach the safety of her home.   
      
   She had stayed at her friend Heather's house, watching a movie with her.   
   She knew that she was not supposed to be out after dark, but the movie   
   was a good one and she didn't want to leave until it was over. Her   
   parents were likely to be angry with her for staying out so late, but   
   she would just have to face the music when she got home; if she got home.   
      
   Among the tombstones in the graveyard were also a few mausoleums built   
   long ago by wealthy men who wanted a more magnificent eternal resting   
   place for their old bones. Jason had found the heavy door of one of the   
   mausoleums unlocked. It would make an excellent hiding place and would   
   also shelter him from the coming storm.   
      
   As he gazed out the cracked open door a flash of lightning revealed a   
   pretty young girl hurrying his way. At first Jason thought he was just   
   imagining things and he blinked his eyes. But then another flash of   
   lightning showed him that the girl was real enough, and even closer now.   
   She was wearing a skimpy sundress that showed off her slender legs. She   
   looked delicious and he could hardly wait to get at her.   
      
   Jason made his way to an old tree that was directly in her path, hiding   
   behind it until she was close enough for him to grab her. Then he had   
   her in his grasp, a tasty prize indeed. The madman breathed in her   
   sweet, girlish scent as he held her close. The squirming girl would not   
   get away from him.   
      
   It had been a long time since he had such a sweet, tender morsel to play   
   with, rape, and eventually eat. Not that he would eat all of her, only   
   the more interesting parts like her titties and pussy, leaving his mark   
   on the girl like he had done with so many others.   
      
   When he was done with the girl, perhaps he would add her remains to the   
   old bones in the crypt inside the mausoleum. Jason knew the old cheering   
   bones would appreciate the eternal company of such a tender young   
   morsel, left to die there and mingle her bones with the old man's.   
      
   Jenny screamed when the man appeared suddenly and grabbed her in his   
   strong arms. However a sudden clap of thunder drowned out her scream. He   
   had a hand over her mouth digging his sharp fingernails into her,   
   tearing into her soft skin. It began to rain, heavy droplets at first   
   and then a steady torrent of water. But by then he had dragged his prize   
   into his den, the old mausoleum.   
      
   In the mausoleum, Jason reached under the brief skirt of her sundress,   
   got hold of the girl's panties and hauled them down her legs with one   
   hand while still keeping his other hand over her mouth. He got the   
   panties off over her sandal-clad feet and then stuffed the undergarment   
   into her mouth to keep her quiet. He took off her sandals while he was   
   at it. Jenny looked at the monster of a man with terror in her eyes. She   
   saw only a dark hulking shadow of a man.   
      
   It was dark in the mausoleum, but Jason had left the door open, the rain   
   splashing noisily on the ground just outside. That allowed some light   
   into the room, enough to see the girl in shadows. Occasional flashes of   
   lightning lit up the room briefly. He did not have to look at her,   
   though. He was content to feel her, smell her, taste her, and use his   
   hands and mouth on her body to do interesting things to the girl's soft,   
   young flesh.   
      
   The man hauled the sundress off of the girl and used it to bind her arms   
   behind her back, tying knots in the garment until he was sure that she   
   was secured. He grinned and licked his lips when he saw that she was   
   wearing a little training bra. He slipped his hands up into the bra and   
   took hold of her growing young breasts. They were soft and warm and he   
   found the points of her nipples. He caught hold of the points and   
   pinched and twisted them harshly.   
      
   Jason laughed madly as he gripped the girl's young breasts tightly in   
   his hands, squeezing them hard and digging his fingernails into her soft   
   flesh. Jenny screamed through her panty-stuffed mouth, but only a   
   whimper came out. The man squeezed and twisted her flesh as though he   
   meant to tear the growing tits off of her chest.   
      
   He was so rough with her that the hooks at the back of her training bra   
   broke, and the garment flapped uselessly. Jason hauled it off of her and   
   he tied it around her head over her panty gag so that she could not   
   dislodge the panties from her mouth. The young girl was quite naked now.   
   He abandoned her abused little breasts for the moment to feel her all   
   over, his hands exploring and probing her young body and his nasty   
   fingers invading her private places.   
      
   He was delighted to find that she had no hair yet on her smooth, fleshy   
   pussy. Good, he hated to have to deal with hair getting in his mouth   
   when he ate pussy. He found her little bump of a clitoris and he teased   
   it with a finger until it stiffened up. Then he caught hold of it and   
   tried to rip it out of her! A muffled noise came from the girl as Jenny   
   screamed into her panty gag. He did not succeed in tearing the sensitive   
   little sex organ out of her, but he figured he would chew it off later.   
      
   Jason grinned as the girl lost control of her bladder and peed through   
   his fingers. He blocked off her pee stream momentarily and then let her   
   piss a little more, letting her urinate a little at a time as he played   
   with her pee stream. When she was done he laughed and licked off his   
   fingers. Jenny moaned through her gag, embarrassed at this crude assault   
   on her urination.   
      
   But now the madman forced her to lie down on the hard stone lid of the   
   vault that contained the coffin of the dead man who had been buried   
      
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