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Subject: {ASSM} "Dangerous Fluids" {SamJohn} (MF 1st mast rape)
Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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                 DANGEROUS FLUIDS
                  By Sam Johnson
               samjohn75@hotmail.com

[Precis: A young woman stops at a service sation where
the Operator takes his duties very seriously.]



The girl rushed into my service station very upset.

"There's something wrong with the pump!" she cried,
pointing back to where she'd been filling her little
hatchback. "It didn't cut off - I'm soaked in petrol."

She was a young beauty, wearing tight blue jeans and a
loose windcheater. The jeans showed a bit of a wet
patch, on her inside thigh, starting just above the knee
and stretching almost to her crotch. She stood with her
legs slightly apart, plucking at the wet denim.

"That's not petrol is it?" I said, staring down from
behind the console, sounding very serious.

"Yes! I think it's starting to sting! Will it do
anything?"

"It'll take the skin off if you leave it there too
long," I replied.

Her delicate cheeks were flushed. "Where's the
bathroom?"

I unlocked the door to the console area. "I'm not
supposed to do this, but ... you'd better come through
here."

She hesitated, looked around the deserted store and the
quiet, dark street outside. It was past midnight. After
a quick, worried look down at her wet pants, she came
through.

I directed her into the small storeroom immediately to
the left. The sides of the room were stacked high with
boxes of chips and drinks and confectionary. At the far
end was a bench with a sink set into it.

"Thanks," she said. "I'll be alright now."

Staying inside as I closed the door, I said, "Okay, get
those clothes off. I'll see if I can find some soap." I
knelt down to start looking through a cupboard. She was
at the bench, confused, her pretty young face
registering faint alarm.

"Look," she said, taking a deep breath and trying to
sound strong. Her firm breasts pushed into more
prominent outline under the windcheater. "You can leave,
really, I don't need -"

I raised my voice: "Listen, sweetheart! Now that I've
let you in here, you're my responsibility, okay? If that
petrol does you any harm, I'll be out of a job. So get
out of those jeans now!"

She stared at me with stung eyes, her cheeks flushing
quite red.

"Do it!" I yelled, the sound booming in the small closed
room.

She flinched, then began to obey. First undoing the top
button of her jeans, then undoing the zip. It gave me
the first view of her apricot-colored panties, neatly
covering the mounded shape of her.

With a small side-to-side movement of her hips, and
bending her knees slightly, she carefully lowered her
jeans, expertly managing to keep her panties in place.

I went back to looking in the cupboard, giving her time
to remove her shoes, and then completely take off her
jeans. After finding a cake of soap, I stood and turned.
She was standing timidly by the sink, holding her
crumpled jeans in front of her.

"Throw them here," I said. After only a brief pause, she
did, and I quickly pushed them into a near-by mop-bucket
full of grey water.

"Hey - !" she cried. "What am I supposed to wear?"

"There'll be something out the back. The fumes were
filling up the place - I can't take the risk of an
explosion. Now quick, your jumper as well."

"But it was only my jeans that got wet...really." She
even grabbed a bunch of dry windcheater to prove her
point. It gave me a glimpse of smooth young skin above
the elastic band of her panties.

"I can't take that chance, sweetheart. Now take it off."

She wanted to continue protesting, but instead she
pulled the windcheater up over her head. She had only a
bra on underneath. As she stretched her arms up, dressed
now only in bra and panties, her stunning, slender,
curved young body was displayed. The smoothe swathe of
stomach just above her little panties stretched slightly
with her movements, the skin flawless and supple. The
cotton panties looked so skimpy on her rounded hips, but
they kept her sex well hidden between closely held
together thighs.

"And the bra," I said, gesturing impatiently, after
dunking the jumper in the bucket.

"No way. It's not in the least bit wet," she insisted,
and even pressed a hand gently into the underside of her
breast to prove it.

I spoke very quietly to her. "Take it off."

As she moved her hands behind her back to unclasp it,
she grew noticeably more scared and confused. She should
not have been forced to start removing her bra. Now she
would be dressed only in her panties - and they were
very close to where the petrol had spilt on her leg.
With every fibre of her being, she did not want to be
forced into the nude in front of me.

With slightly hunched shoulders, should brought the bra
forward and off. Even I was a little surprised at the
sudden emergence of this shy girl's firm, juicy young
tits. They gave a nice bounce and jiggle as she threw me
the bra. The tender white skin of them looked freshly
unwrapped, exposed for the very first time. Even the
light from the room's 100 watt globe seemed to needle
the tender flesh, and she crossed her arms for
protection.

I came forward with a cake of yellow soap.

"I can do it," she insisted, squashing her breasts
against herself.

"Okay," I said, casually, and holding the soap out to
her, forcing her to extend one arm and letting one tit
jut rudely out. "But you'd better hurry. Once the petrol
soaks in, there's little we can do."

She took the soap, turned quickly to the sink and began
soaping her hands. Her breasts were given the freedom to
swell forward and jostle magnificently as she worked.
Even her nipples began to perkily protrude, in complete
contrast to the poor girl's increasing discomfort.

She stepped back from the sink, putting a full two
strides between us. She put her wet, soapy hands on her
leg and washed up and down in rapid strokes. She washed
from her knee almost as high her panties, and covered
most of the way around. "There," she finally said,
standing back up, "I'm fine now. Thanks for your help."

I closed the short distance between us. She backed up
against the shelving and I placed the back of my hand
firmly onto her panties, feeling the fleshy give of her
mons, and the light frizz of pubic hair there. She
gasped, and tried to buckle and withdraw herself away.

I took my hand away and sniffed. "They're soaked with
petrol," I said, with total conviction. I knelt before
her, my eyeline now directly opposite her young sex.
Gently, I brought my hands to the sides of her panties.

"Please don't," she said, with the lightest of shivers.

I pulled her panties down slowly, worked them all the
way down the smooth, lightly golden shape of her legs.
She was a good girl when I got the bunched slip of
cotton down to her ankles. She lifted each foot for me
to slip them off her. As she moved each leg, I watched
the mound of her sex like a hawk. Her nude hips and
crotch were right there, with a neat little thatch of
pubic hair that frizzed a little before disappearing in
a tight little line between legs. Holding herself bent
and clenched, her sex was still well held back, her
labia still tucked away like something wanting to ripen
a little more. I stayed staring, just a foot away. I
could feel her hidden sex heat tingle my face. Under a
faint tang of petrol, her own scent was releasing into
the small room. She was a nice girl, but the whiff of
her now was hinting at something dirtier, and it made my
teeth grind.

I stood up and took a step back. "Okay, now wash
yourself properly."

Her cheeks burned red as I watched intently. Staring
past me at the shelving, she moved her soapy hands
across her lower stomach, even a little into her pubic
hair, then down her hips, then quickly dipping in
between her thighs, and she massaged up and down the
insides there, but she still left her sex untouched.

"Jesus Christ!" I said impatiently, turning to the sink,
putting my hands to the taps. Obviously I would have to
wash her myself.

"No, no! I'll do it. Please, I will."

I turned back to watch her. She slid one hand from high
on her hip diagonally down between her legs, to soapily
finger and massage her vulva.  She realised she had to
do it, so she just got on and did it. I got a glimpse of
her labia swelling fleshily to the side of her fingers,
and the hint that she had parted her cleft slightly.

"Good girl," I said. "Now spread your legs apart. You
can't wash yourself properly like that."

She momentarily lost the battle to hold back her tears.
Two small rivulets ran down her pretty cheeks as she
moved her hand out from between her legs. "If I do this,
can I go?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

Moving a step away from the bench, she spread her legs
apart, about as wide as the width of her slender
shoulders.

"Further," I said.

And she did, finally giving me the first exciting
glimpse of her cunt, the inner flesh poking out a
little. She moved her hand back down between her legs
and began to massage up and down. She was mechanical in
her action but her cunt flesh moved in sensual swells
and stretches. She flashed angry looks at me, waiting
for permission to stop. But I let her go on and on,
closely watching her hand action, and it was soon plain
that her nipples were becoming erect on her jutting
breasts. Despite herself, her hand motion slowly changed
from mechanical to increasingly rythmical. Her fingers
slid up and down her slit as if she wanted to feel it,
as if there was something there that needed to be
rubbed. She even pushed in a little deeper, opened her
cunt up a little. Her breathed changed, her slender neck
was tinged a pretty shade of pink, and her breasts
seemed to swell forward with a new effort. Her hand now
changed to make faster, more circular movements centred
on her clit. There was no doubt: she was now showing me
her private masturbation technique. Her face was a mask
of pained humiliation. She hated that she was being
forced to do this. But she kept going at herself with
increasingly fast, nasty little strokes. More and more I
could hear the slick noises of this girl's dirty cunt
being masturbated. And her breathing was getting
noticeably shorter. Her anger and humiliation was
spiking her to do it hard and fast. With her tits
bouncing in sluttish jiggles, she made one low agonised
noise as she suddenly worked herself into a powerful
orgasm. She tried not to, but for a full 20 seconds she
squirmed and writhed and bucked with it. She was a
little shocked at how it rose and rose and really shook
her. But as the last shudders subsided, she was plunged
back into the humiliating despair of her situation. She
removed her hand and stood back up with her legs close
together. She surreptitiously wiped her hand on her
side, slicking her juice on her smooth skin. She looked
wretchedly unhappy now.

After her breathing returned to normal, I said, with an
air of mild surprise, "Jesus, sweetheart, you were
supposed to wash yourself, not ... not do that."

She flashed up angrily. "You bastard! You said..." Then
she trailed off quietly, "so can I go now?"

"Sure. In a moment. We just need to make sure of a
couple of things. Do you feel any tingling or discomfort
around your crotch or inner thighs?"

"No," she replied, looking straight down at the floor.

"Hmm..." I frowned as I stared at the now recomposed
mound of her sex. "Then why did you start masturbating
as soon as you touched yourself? There may be some
irritation due to the petrol."

The poor girl's skin crawled at my question. "You
said... I thought... I never wanted..."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "I won't tell. You're
secret's safe with me."

"Please," she begged, "just let me go."

"Sure," I said. Under the bright light of the room, I
suddenly noticed a line of her juice making its way down
her inside thigh. The remaining damp of soapy water was
almost gone from her legs and hips. She was once again a
perfectly smooth, beautiful nude girl. Even her lovely
breasts were still. She knew her juice was leaking down,
and she was trying to turn side on, so I couldn't see
it. She was looking about the room, probably for a
sponge or towel, but there was nothing to help her.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked her quietly.

She tried to sound confident: "Yes, sure, I'm fine,
really. Sorry about...what I did - I was confused. I
better just go home I suppose." And she looked up at me
in open hope.

I pointed down between her legs and casually asked: "Is
that juice from your vagina?"

She froze. "What?" She glanced down and turned herself
more side on. Then she gabbled "Oh, no, no, it's
nothing, I'm alright, really - is there a towel? - it
doesn't matter, it's just water."

"Now don't be silly, sweetheart. Anyway, it's actually a
stroke of luck. We can check your secretions for sign of
contamination."

I stepped forward to her and she backed back until her
buttocks hit the edge of the benchtop. "Hold still," I
said.

I reached down and gently placed two fingers into the
very tip of her leaking line of cunt juice. I traced my
fingers up her inside thigh, through the wet trail,
swirling and massaging it across her tender skin.

"Your skin is very sensitive," I said when she shivered.
"We have to be very careful."

I took my hand away and sniffed my fingers. The smell of
her was softly clogging. Again I felt my teeth grind. I
extended my two wet fingers out to her. "Is that your
normal smell?" I asked. She at first leant back away
from me, then leant in for a tentative sniff.

"Yes," she quietly said.

"So that's what your vaginal secretions normally smell
like?" I asked.

She nodded weakly.

"You're certain of that?" And I moved my fingers a bit
closer to her - a bit too close and I contacted her
nubby little nose and then slipped down over her mouth
where my fingers even pushed in between her lips for a
few moments so that her juice got inside her mouth.

"Sorry," I said, as I took my fingers out. Then I
considered for a moment. "Have you tasted yourself
before?"

This started her crying again, but I didn't really get
an answer. "Do you think that tasted normal,
sweetheart?"

She nodded tearfully.

"Good girl," I said. "We're almost finished."

I placed my hands on the slim sides of her waist. "Tell
me if this causes you any pain or discomfort." I began
to run my hands across the smooth skin of the young
woman's body. Down across her buttocks and back up the
sides of her legs and hips. I swept one hand low across
her stomach, my finger-tips feeling the tickly frizz of
her pubic hair. Then up to her breasts, where I gently
stroked their tender underside, before grabbing them in
rough handfuls, and feeling them only softly resist and
then regain their firm shape. I gently teased and rubbed
her nipples to full hardness. She even allowed her eyes
to half-close. But I suddenly grabbed her nipples hard
between finger and thumb and gave them a vicious,
pinching twist. Her eyes flew open as she shouted, "Ow -
don't!"

"Move your legs apart," I said.

Her small mouth was set defiantly. "No."

Immediately I moved my hand down to the tight crevice of
her thighs. Forming a stiff wedge with my fingers, I
jammed my hand hard between her legs, then forced two
fingers into her vulval folds. She grabbed desperately
at my arm. Just as I pushed in close to the entrance of
her still-wet cunt-hole, she screamed out, "No! Stop!
Alright! I'll do what you say!"

"Good girl," I said, relaxing my hand, but leaving it
where it was. "Now spread your legs apart."

She swallowed hard, then slowly moved her legs apart,
allowing me to leisurely explore her moist sex. I worked
gently, not penetrating, just fingering and caressing
her, encouraging her cunt lips to swell slightly open.
Rubbing gently, her clit became quickly hard and
exposed. My hand was soon quite wet from her. She
clamped her eyes shut, gripped the edge of the bench as
she fought her own fluttering respnses, tried in vain to
keep her breathing regular.

I said, "Ask me to push my fingers into your cunt."

She shook her head. "You have to let me go. I can't do
this... I've never... I'm still..."

"What? Tell me."

"I'm a virgin," she whispered.

I gently slid two fingers between her inner labia and
pushed into the wet but surprisingly tight hole of her
cunt.

She gasped, "No," and with her hands on the edge of the
bench, raised herself up and back, trying to get away
from it. She lifted off her feet a little, so I used my
free hand to wrench one of her legs apart while I drove
my fingers hard up into her. It hurt her. But her sudden
gripping warmth was mine to explore. Then she tried to
slide back over the benchtop, to try and shut me out
with the hard formica surface.

I yelled at her: "Stay the fuck where you are!"

She did. But it was difficult for her. She was only
half-perched on the edge of the bench. Her slender arms
were holding most of her weight. My holding one of her
legs wide apart while roughly finger-fucking her wasn't
a great help. Her arms shook with the effort, causing
her tits to jiggle and bounce. The way her nipples
jutted out made me want to bite her. Her face was
contorting with the strain of her increasing violation.
Her eyes screwed tighter shut each time I thrust my
fingers deep up her. Her tight little cunt set my teeth
further and further on edge. The tips of my fingers felt
her tight resistance, but could find no end to her
maddening cunt heat. But her nice little virgin hole was
going to be a problem. My oversized cock was simply not
going to fit.

She said, "Let me move. It hurts too much. Please."

I pulled my fingers out of her. She gasped at the little
slippery noise it made. I moved to her clit, teased and
circled and rubbed the little nub. Her response was
immediate: she let go of the bench and landed on the
floor on one leg, with the other still held splayed to
one side. I continued working her, and felt her hips
begin to buck involuntarily. My hand was once again wet
from her waves of excitement.

Then I let her go and stepped back a pace. She quickly
brought her raised leg down and regained her balance
standing. For a brief moment she moved her hand down to
herself - she'd been so close - but her trapped,
humiliated position soon reasserted itself.
Automatically she covered her breasts with one arm, and
covered her crotch with the other hand.

"So can I go now?" she asked.

"Sit up on the bench," I told her, as I unbuttoned my
shirt.

"But you promised! You said if I let you...if I did
that, then I could go."

I let her go on a bit as I undressed. "What the hell are
you talking about?" I finally said.

She looked me defiantly in the eye. "You said, if I let
you feel inside me, then you'd let me go."

"Yes. But that was before you juiced up like a slut."

After a shocked silence, she burst into tears. "How dare
you. I never wanted any of this. What choice did I
have?"

"Who's choice was it to do this?" I asked her, holding
up my hand that was still wet from her. "You run in here
asking me to wash your poor little pussy, then start
grinding your cunt juice all over me. What choice does
that give me?"

Through her tears, she now begged, desperately,
hopelessly. "Please. Please don't do this. Please don't
rape me."

"Relax," I said. "I'm not going to fuck you. I give you
my word. Now sit up on the bench."

I reached over to a large wooden pallet leaning against
the shelves. I brought the heavy platform crashing flat
to the floor, then with a heavy kick sent it sliding
across to where my lovely nude girl was jumping up on
the bench.

"What's that for?" she asked, looking down beside her
modestly clamped knees.

"Enough talking," I said. "And why are you sitting like
that? When did I give your permission to hide your cunt
away? If I can't see your hole by the time I get over
there, I'll hurt you so bad you won't walk out of here."

For a moment she seemed about to faint, or explode. But
she complied. She spread her legs wide along the bench,
and then checked with her fingers that her wet little
slit was properly exposed. She was a such good girl,
leaning back a bit, encouraging her own cunt to spread a
little.

"Take your hand away," I ordered, as I removed the last
of my clothes. "From what I've seen, you can't be
trusted in that area."

When she looked up and saw the length and thickness of
my oversized cock she reacted as if she'd been struck.
She sat up and clamped her legs together like a
librarian on her first day. "Stay away from me," she
said, as I walked straight to her, mounting the wooden
platform in front of her. "Please, I'm begging you. I'll
do anything, just don't..."

I looked at her calmly. "I give you my word, I'm not
going to fuck you."

"But..." she said, half glancing at my rock hard cock so
close to her.

I put my hands on her knees, ran them slowly up to the
tops of her thighs, letting my thumbs rub gently into
her pubic hair. "I swear, on everything that is sacred,
I will not fuck you. Relax."

I used my thumbs to massage down along her inner thighs.
"You know before?" I said soothingly, as gently as her
falling tears. "...when I forced my fingers into your
cunt? Remember that?"

She gave a small nod.

"When I did that, when I forced my fingers into your
hole - I thought to myself, 'This girl isn't a slut.
She's so tight, she may even be a virgin'."

After a wet sniff, she murmered, "Yes, I am."

"Did it hurt before? When I forced my two fingers into
your little vagina?"

She nodded.

Still gently caressing her thighs, I continued, "I
think, even if I'd stuck just one finger into you, even
that might have hurt...do you think?"

She nodded, more tears running down her cheeks. I ran my
rough-skinned hands back down to her knees, forcing them
to open just the width of my gripping thumbs.

"So, I thought to myself, 'If I ripped this little
girl's legs apart, and forced my cock up her, it might
hurt her, or even rip her open'...What do you think?"

She nodded.

I forced her legs to part just a few inches. She
resisted with a sharp counter-movement, but I easily
kept her legs slowly apreading apart. It was good to see
her moist little cunt again. A little of her juice had
smeared onto the white benchtop. Her little hints and
glimpses of pink flesh down there were cherry ripe.

"Hold my cock in your hand," I told her.

Shakily, she extended her hand and wrapped her slender
fingers as far as she could around the middle of the
shaft.

"Is it too big to fit inside you?" I asked.

She nodded.

"What? Speak up, girl."

"Yes, it's too big," she whispered.

I was sick of her moping and crying. "Put some fucking
effort into it!" I said. "Tell me that my hard cock is
too big for your tight little cunt. Say it!"

She stammered out, "Your...hard cock...is too big...for
my...tight little cunt." And finished with a sob.

Her legs were spread wide but I suddenly wrenched them
painfully further apart. Her hand slipped off my cock as
she grabbed at the benchtop for help. At the same time I
pulled her toward me and she was forced to raise her
knees up high for balance, her heels soon scrabbling at
the edge of the benchtop for support, and her virgin
cunt was splayed and proffered up.

"You promised!" she cried, her head hitting a painful
blow on the wall behind.

"Shut up," I said. "I'm NOT going to fuck you."

I moved into position, brought the thick head of my cock
into first contact with her. Using a guiding hand, I ran
my cock up and down her spread cunt, but not even
hinting at penetration. Her engourged wet lips teased
and caressed me. I found her clit hard and rubbed it
with hot, wet, spongy cock strokes.

"I want you to pull your cunt lips wide apart," I said.

"But..."

"That way I can feel the shape of you, the wetness of
you, without having to fuck you. It's what they do in
India. We can feel each other without fucking."

"Do you promise you won't...?"

"I give you my word. As long as you open yourself wide
enough." I took a small step back to watch.

She was finding it difficult to keep her heels on the
benchtop. But anyway, she brought her hands around to
herself. She used the first two fingers of each hand,
pushed them gently into her slit and then spread herself
apart.

"Good girl," I said. She was able to expose a nice tight
stretch of her moist inner pink, her hole still just a
dainty crease, though.

"But you'll have to do better," I told her. "Get your
fingers in deeper and actually open yourself up a bit."

She inched her fingers down into herself and pulled
harder at her vaginal entrance, giving, for a moment, a
mucusy hint of her inner cunt-tunnel. She could be such
a good girl when she tried. She didn't have long finger
nails but they dug in and seemed almost ready to tear
her tender flesh.

"That's perfect," I said, and stepped back in. I gently
brought the large head of my cock to her. As promised I
just nuzzled and caressed her tight, wet, spread
cuntflesh.

"Now remove your hands," I said. "Put them back up
against the wall."

She did as she was ordered, then gasped and tried to
move herself back as she felt her cunt lips fold warmly
around my cock head, as if in invitation.

I leant forward slightly and said, "This won't hurt,
baby, I promise." Then I hit her with one brutal,
prolonged pelvic thrust. She screamed. It split her and
hurt her badly, but I still only got a small way in. I
called her a whore and readjusted my stance to try a
succession of short hard jabs, at least trying to force
her entrance open. She continued to scream "No!" and
"Stop!" but she also started to do something nice. She
started to try and help me fuck her. The only way left
to lessen the assault was to try and give me entry. She
dug her heels into the bench and humped her mound up
like a dirty slut. As I got over her to continue trying
to open her with repeated cock thrusts, she screamed
like a girl and presented her cunt like a whore.

And finally I managed to fuck all the way in, to fully
bury my cock deep in her ripped open virgin hole. I
ground my pubic bone hard into her to let her know I was
fully in. The tight grip of her cunt was like fresh torn
meat. She had turned her head away to the side, her face
screwed up in terrible pain. I roughly groped and mashed
her still nubile young tits as I whispered down to her
that she was a slut. As I kept grinding at her, staying
fully buried, feeling her flinch and shudder, I then
told her not many girls would open up like this on their
first go.

Then I asked her, "Can I fuck you now?"

I had to repeat the question and give her a light
rejuvenating slap on the side of the face to get an
answer. But she finally said yes.

"So I have your consent?" I asked again, wanting to be
certain.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then tell me," I said.

"You can fuck me," she said, with tight shut eyes.

"Good girl," I said.

And I began to fuck her. I found a better stance to get
into her and used the full power of my hips. The first
couple of times I pulled out and rammed fully in, she
cried out, as if I'd fucked in too deep and bruised her.
I saw that my little virgin girl was bleeding a bit. But
it didn't stop her tight cunt opening up for me.
Eventually her wet little hole began to give me its
sweetest embrace, to take shape as a perfect slut's
runnel for my pistoning cock. The more violently I
fucked her, the more her swollen juicy slit tried to
squirm me in. And before long it seemed her gashed open
cunt needed my cock in it to stay alive. Without my cock
in her, her cunt was just an oozing sore, painfully
gaping open and leaking in the bright light. When I
slammed my cock in, she moaned and humped up for me to
fuck her. She even tried to spread her legs wider; she
groaned as if she wanted me to fuck her cunt to death.
And as I pounded my deepest strokes into her, and began
to explode, I was finally able to say to her those three
little words: "You fucking bitch."


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