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Schoolgirl Gang Raped in Council Flats

(m+f rape)

by Sam Johnson

samjohnson3169@gmail.com





A fourteen year old schoolgirl was gang raped last night by five

African youths in the increasingly lawless Crannick Street housing

estate.



The attack took place in the foyer of the block of flats in which the

girl lives with her mother. There were no witnesses and the girl is

unlikely to report the crime for fear of reprisals.



Police have been under attack for some time for not doing more to

bring the increasingly violent estate under control. Residents living

in the vicinity have complained of rampant drug-dealing, bashings,

sexual assaults, and muggings. But police say their efforts are often

hampered by the unwillingness of victims to speak out.



The girl and her mother shifted into the flats only two weeks ago

after their formerly comfortable upper-middle-class life fell apart

due to the economic downturn. The girl's mother, appalled at the

violence of the estate environment, had recently made tentative plans

to move interstate next week to stay with a relative.



Last night, though, at around 11pm, the girl's mother had a severe

asthma attack. Despite the ill woman's protestations of it being too

dangerous, the girl insisted on going to the chemist to get some

ventolin.



In the foyer were two African youths, slouching and smoking

cigarettes. The girl knew them as part of the large gang that

terrorised the entire estate, fighting anyone who so much as looked

sideways at them. She made straight for the door, keeping her eyes

down. But they blocked her path, asking her where she was going and

suggested it wasn't safe for such a pretty young thing to be going

out so late at night.



But the girl kept going and shook off one of the hands playfully

grabbing at her arm, and was gone in a trice. As she walked quickly

down the outside path, she heard one of them mutter something about

her being a stuck up little bitch.



Which was true to a certain extent, compared to the other people

living here. Just last month the girl had been living in a two-storey

mansion in the upper-middle-class suburb of Clayville. It had all

fallen apart with her dad committing suicide and leaving her and her

mum with a crushing mountain of debt. Neither of them had been able

to believe the speed with which they'd lost everything. The girl was

no longer going to her private school and hadn't seen her former

friends since they'd been forced to give up their house. And to top

it all off, the stress had caused her mum to develop a severe

asthmatic condition.



Coming back from the chemist, the girl saw there were now five dark

youths in the foyer, and the three new boys looked at her intently

and exchanged sly looks with each other.



As she pushed open the foyer door, they crowded her path and as she

muttered "excuse me," one grabbed the paper bag containing the

ventolin out of her hand.



They told her that they were responsible for making sure no one tried

to bring drugs into the flats. They were laughing and holding the

paper bag high above her head.



Then, on a nod from one of the lads looking out the door, one of them

grabbed her from behind, clamping a hand across her mouth and

dragging her backwards.



The terrified girl thrashed and struggled mightily but was still

easily held by the lanky, muscular youth. He quickly dragged her

round behind the lifts to an alcove that had, amongst the food

wrappers and cans and syringes, a filthy mattress on the floor. The

gang often did business here and no one was stupid enough to

interrupt them, no matter what noises they might hear.



They pushed her down, rough and impatient, becoming violently aroused

as they pinned her arms, tugged at her clothes, one boy reaching

straight under her skirt to grab her panties. The girl let out a

muffled struggling scream of "No!" as he pulled her undies down and

then off over her black shoes.



The boys eyes were fiercely lit up as they got their big hands under

her knees and yanked her legs wide apart to fully expose her downy

vulva. Her cries of panic became quite shrill, and they clamped a

hand over her mouth. Although they had her well pinned, her frantic

twisting attempts to break free did add a deliciously provocative

energy to her slim young body, particularly when one of the youths

used two of his big fingers to rub into the girl's soft slit, making

her buck and cry out in renewed desperation. The callously grinning

boy ran his two hard fingers up the length of her, spreading her

tender flesh, prodding at the tight resistance of her vaginal

entrance, making her thighs spasm with the terror of what was

happening and what was going to happen, the boy particularly enjoying

the flinching look of humiliation and panic on the girl's face.



The girl hadn't grown a lot of pubic hair on her yet, and after the

boy removed his fingers, the soft little crinkle of her vagina

tightly composed itself again. As four of them held her there and

made vulgar comments about the way her ripening little cunt was

begging for it, the boy who was obviously going first got up to

remove his tracksuit pants. Although the other boys ran their hands

eagerly up and down her inner thighs, and clawed her top up to expose

her swelling breasts, they left her vagina untouched.



The girl had no experience with boys so she probably didn't realise

just how oversized this African rapist's penis was. But she did

nonetheless sob and beg desperately to be let go as he knelt before

her with a malevolent smile and guided the swollen head of his penis

to her soft little entrance.



After setting himself, he slammed into her with sharp, brutal thrusts,

tearing and stretching her, sending excruciating bolts of pain

through her as he snarled and thrust even harder in his determination

to fully penetrate her. The searing look of agony that convulsed the

girl's features was complemented by the way the boy's face twisted up

in fury, making loud animal grunts on each thrust.



The one small piece of good news for the ruined girl was that the boy

found her tightness and desperate screams and struggles the most

exciting sex he'd yet experienced. In under two minutes he strained

to ram his full length up her as he blew his load.



Pulling out of her, he took a moment to look at the damage he'd done

to her vagina. The soft petals of her entrance were slippery and

swollen and gaped a little as some of the boy's sperm started to

dribble out of her. He fingered her, getting some nice flinches from

her, and spread her inner labia so as to show the others that he had

made her bleed, and it was true that some streaks of blood were

coming out with the other fluids.



The next boy had already removed his pants and impatiently elbowed

the first boy away so he could have his turn.



The gang rape continued on in this brutal unrelenting fashion for

another forty minutes, and in fact another three gang members arrived

in time to have a turn at her.



After they'd finished the girl could barely stand. They threw her

clothes at her and told her to hurry up and get dressed. Then they

browbeat her with dire threats of what would happen to her and her

mother if she dared tell anyone. Even if she got the eight boys who

raped her put away, there were plenty more bro's on this site who

would get their revenge if she reported them.



The girl got dressed as best she could in her torn clothes, and

retrieved the ventolin and went upstairs.



Fortunately her mother was too ill to notice the appalling

condition her daugher was in. After giving her mother the ventolin

she went to the bathroom to take a long shower.



THE END

samjohnson3169@gmail.com
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