Perverts 'R' Us

Raping Marie French

By Alocer Loki (m/f, teen, violence, rape)

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Alocer Loki .

Authors note: Once again thank you to my very good friend and fellow author John Kirk for his time and effort editing this story.

I met Marie French when I was only twelve. Like the other children with 'special needs', we were dragged from normal classes and put into a room together. Despite this, I never said more than one word to the girl until we were fourteen. We were placed into the same class for history, and only then when I was paired up with her. The first thing that strikes you about Marie is how absolutely clueless she is. I don't mean to say that she was a bimbo. Even bimbos have some sense. This girl was stupid. She still belonged in primary school but I was lumbered with her.

At sixteen, Marie was cute in an odd kind of way. Not pretty, though not ugly. She looked rather plain with her shoulder length red hair and boyish figure. She was never a stunner but her body was nice, her legs firm, and her arse big and tight.

She was also nice, in a childish kind of way. I got along well with her and, although it could be rather frustrating explaining everything ten times, I never hated her. I first thought about raping her when I was fifteen and carried it out eight months later.

It was the night before our history exam. We had time off to study, though I hadn't been studying. At that age I took a stance of "if I don't know it now I won't know it tomorrow". Instead I had been at a friend's house, drinking. Needless to say, I was a little drunk when I started to make my way home.

As I walked down the steps into the park, I saw her, though didn't recognize the girl at distance. It was late, though the middle of summer so still light. The park was deserted, all but the single girl sat in one corner with half a dozen books sprawled around her.

I took little notice until she called out to me. I think she was rather desperate. Usually Marie was an extremely shy girl though, as I mentioned before, we knew each other pretty well. I approached her to say hello and she asked if I would help. I never did mind helping her and took a seat on the grass. I asked her to tell me what parts she was getting confused about. Questions came pretty fast and I did my best to answer them.

Had I been sober, I probably would never have tried anything, not with a girl I knew, at least not while she was conscious. In my state, however, I couldn't help myself. It started with staring into those lovely green eyes of hers. She stopped talking, asked if there was something wrong. I smiled and placed my hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. Slowly, I moved it upwards. She looked confused and asked me what I was doing.

Quite calmly, I informed her that I was going to fuck her. Marie shook her head, still quite unaware just what I had meant and told me that she didn't want to have sex with me. That she already had a boyfriend. I slapped her across the face hard, and she just stared at me, sitting stock-still. I told her that she didn't have any choice.

She was silent for a few seconds before she opened her mouth and spoke these words. I'll never forget them. "B...But that's rape."

I had to laugh at that statement (there was little else to do) and I told her that she was right for once in her pathetic life. She shook her head again and
pulled away from me, stood up and turned to run. Probably a reaction programmed into her by her parents.

So I was forced to chase the bitch. Back then, I was in a lot better shape than I am now. I didn't like being made to chase my quarry, and I ran her down, finally tackling the slut, and sending her sprawling on the grass and tearing several buttons from her blouse. After a lot of struggling, I managed to straddle her waist and hold her down. I slapped her across the face a number of times, bringing the teenager to a flood of tears, during which I grabbed hold of her blouse and tore it open.

Her tits were rather small, even for a girl of her age, though were held in by a white bra. I reach down and grabbed both lumps on her chest and squeezed them through the fabric. I started to twist and pull, trying desperately to make her scream and cry. Tears began to flow from her eyes and her screams became desperate, as she cried for help.

After a few moments of that, I got paranoid, tore a strip of cloth from her shirt and stuffed it into her mouth. I then started to slap her, using both my hands to knock her head from side to side. I did it until she stopped fighting me, and just lay there screaming quietly and crying desperately. She stared up at me though her tears, just staring.

I reached into my pocket, and grabbed my keys; Marie's eyes looked at them while I fumbled to open my knife. She whined through her gag when she saw it. When I pulled up the three-inch blade, and pressed it against her throat, the cunt's body went stiff.

I leant down close to her, and drooled over her face. I told her that if she tried to run again, I would catch her, and I would kill her. I also told her that I was taking out the gag, but if she tried to scream again, I'd kill her. I asked her if she understood. Marie nodded. I climbed from her trembling body and pulled the piece of torn shirt from her mouth.

She sat back up and stared at me, finally plucking up the courage to ask in barely a whisper why I was doing this to her. I didn't want a conversation with this piece of cunt. I answered her by unzipping my trousers and pulling my cock through the hole. Her eyes locked in horror onto the stiff shaft. I smiled at her, and told her to suck it.

Marie hesitated so I lashed out, hitting her in the chest with my fist and knocking the poor, confused, terrified teen to the ground. I told her that she had five seconds to get my cock into her throat. She took three. Knelt down like I was, Marie was forced to lie across the ground in order to take my cock into her mouth.

The poor slut began to cry in earnest, as she put her lips around my cock, and started to suck. Despite that, she made a good job of it. I guessed that either her boyfriend, or her father, had given her lessons for me.

I let her bring me off and sprayed my thick cum into her waiting mouth. When I watched her pull off and spit out my cum onto the grass, I decided that it was most likely her boyfriend. She sat there sucking on her bottom lip looking at me for several moments. Then with a smirk, I told her to swallow it.

She remained silent, looking down at the thick white goo clinging to the grass. I repeated myself and Marie asked me what I meant. I smiled and leant forwards running my hands through her hair. It was like she didn't expect what was coming next when I took hold of her hair and forced her face down into the cum-soaked grass. I told the slut that she had better lick it all up. She cried out in pain as I ground her face into the dirt. When I let go, the terrified teenager started to lap at the grass.

I got to my feet and walked around behind her, enjoying for a moment the sight of her fat bum wobbling as she squirmed about licking up my cum from the dirt. I smiled took off my belt. With her face in the grass, she had no way of knowing what I was about to do. I folded the belt in two and, raising my hand above my head, brought the leather down against her back. What a sight it was when her back arched and she let out a scream. Music to my ears. It alone was enough to bring my cock back to life. Her head came up and she started to scramble forwards, I guess to try and run again, though she didn't get far before I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her up to her feet. I pointed to the thick copse of trees bordering the south side of the park up against a wall and which sectioned the park from the rail track, and told her we were going in there.

I left her things where they were when I led her into the trees. I pulled her along by her hair. She complained and moaned with each step until I found a place I could sit, on an old milk crate. I let go of her and took my seat. She stood stock still before me, just staring, tears falling from her eyes as she made a tiny sobbing sound. Her face was dirty and at times you could hear the grit crunching between her teeth.

I gave her the order to strip. For several moments she continued to stupidly star at me, as if she was trying to decide whether I meant it. Finally, she fell to her knees in a flood of tears, begging me to stop and asking me to tell her why I was doing this to her, why I had hurt her. She blubbered that this wasn't supposed to be happening, I was meant to be her friend, that friends don't do things like this.

The last comment made me smile. I guess if I had been blessed (cursed) with a conscience I might have felt sorry for the girl. Alas, I have no such worries. All her pleas succeeded in doing was annoying me. I stood up and lashed out with my belt several times over her shoulders. She squealed and tried to move again. That really pissed me off and I kicked her in the stomach, making the sorry whore collapse in a heap on the floor.

I explained to her, or at least I tried to explain to her, that I had given her a chance to keep her clothes intact, but now I was forced to ruin them. I tore her blouse from her back, and threw it over the wall onto the railway track. With my penknife, I cut through the strap of her bra.

Leaving her on her knees hugging herself, desperate to keep her bra on, I sat down again and gazed gleefully on the crying, shivering sixteen year old girl. With a wide grin on my face, I told her I wanted to see her pretty, fat little tits. After a moment, I warned her that this was her last chance and, if she didn't do what she was told, I might be forced to kill her. I next explained that she would be punished for her disobedience and that, from now on, unless she did as she was told, I would simply slit her throat. Finally, sitting back to admire the creature, I told it that if I was made to repeat myself I would kill her.

Marie let out a pathetic little whimper and slowly dropped her arms, bringing the bra with them. Her tits really were quite pretty. The nipples were absolutely huge, covering nearly the whole of her tits. I reached out to take them in my hands and squeezed on the fat flesh for mere seconds before telling her that I wanted to whip them. That got a loud moan from Marie and more pleading. I twisted on one of her nipples and she fell silent. I told her to stand with her hands behind her head.

Although still crying and obviously distraught, the teenager did as she was told. I made sure she was stood with her pretty little tits poking out as far as they would then took a firm hold on my belt. Marie closed her weeping eyes and took a deep breath, in anticipation.

I struck her against the tits as hard as I could, bringing up a huge scream from the teenager. Her arms came from behind her head and again hugged her chest. She sobbed loudly, crouching forwards slightly, moaning very quietly the words "please stop"..."its not happening"..."oh god please" over and over, in no particular order.

I laughed, giggled is more the word, and told her to put her hands back behind her head. Then, after a moment punctuated it with a forceful "NOW!" Slowly, with shaky hands, Marie did as she was told.

It was quite an attractive sight, a teenage girl stood topless, with her hands behind her head waiting to be whipped again, but I wanted to see the rest of her. I unfastened her skirt. Letting it fall to the muddy ground, I told her to step out of it. Marie was bright red with shame but did as she was told. When I took hold of her knickers she moaned "No!" but I ignored it and pulled down straight down, revealing her cunt, coated in a thin mat of reddish- brown hair. Her legs pressed close together, trying to hide her modesty.

I told her to step out of her knickers. She did so and I stuffed them into my pocket. Standing back up, I told the whore to spread her legs. She whimpered a little. I snapped the belt, and quickly she complied. Quite an attractive cunt at that.

With a grunt, I hit the slut's tits a second time. Marie recoiled and hugged her chest again. She almost doubled over as she sobbed loudly. It really was quite a turn on. By this time, I was so far gone, I didn't wait for her to move before I hit her again. I swung the belt, striking her across the stomach. Marie twisted around. I think she was attempting to run again but the stupid whore tripped over her own feet and fell sprawling on the ground, spraining her ankle.

I beamed a smile at her young body curled up in a tight ball, shivering, crying, and moaning. Sometimes she complained about her ankle, other times she begged me to stop hurting her. I like hearing a slut beg, whether they are asking me to continue or pleading for me to stop, I love them to beg. I wanted to hear more, so I kicked her again. I got a rather delightful loud cry, and the poor teenage girl curled up even tighter.

The begging stopped, however. I was disappointed and, to show Marie this, I struck her again with the belt and informed her that she should beg for me to fuck her. Her response, nice as it was, wasn't what I had ordered. She screamed at me to stop.

So I hit her again.

I said again, louder and more forcefully, that she should beg me to fuck her. Marie, being the stupid, disobedient little fuck object she is, screamed again and told me to go away. Things like this little slut didn't have the right to ask. It certainly didn't have the right to tell its owner what to do.

So I hit her again.

Her cute, fat arse was beginning to come up in some rather nice welts from my belt. I tried again, telling my little possession that I wanted it to beg me to fuck her. Marie quite obviously wasn't smart enough just to do what she was told but, instead, she cried at me to stop. By now, I was bored of this disobedient animal. I hate it when my toys don't do as they are instructed. I began to beat her, remorselessly, over and over. It was nothing more than the fuck toy deserved. I just struck at the cowering teenager, trying to cause her as much pain as I possible.

I don't remember exactly how many times I hit her, just that, when I was too horny just to continue, I dropped my belt and knelt down beside her. Taking hold of her hair, I pulled her head up so that I could look into her tear filled, and bloodshot eyes. My grin widened as I started to slap her face. After about the third blow, Marie started to scream loudly and tried to pull away using her own hands to try pulling her hair from my grasp.

I did let go, however only because I wanted to fuck her. I yanked the girl over onto her back and made her lay still. I no longer cared whether she asked me to fuck her or not. My cock wanted cunt and I gave it cunt. Pulling down my trousers, I mounted the otherwise useless whore and forced my cock into her tight cunt. I fucked it as hard as I could, listening to the crying noises my toy was making for my pleasure.

I admit it took next to no time for me to cum again. This time I squirted my load deep inside her teenage cunt. I lay on top of her, holding her still body under my girth, just listening to the quiet sobs and the pained moans the fuck toy was making. It did seem to know how to please it's owner in some ways, at least.

After a few moments, I became aware of the pressure in my bladder. It's something about cumming that makes you desperately need to piss although, in this case, I'm sure the drink had a lot to do with it. The pretty thing underneath me was nothing more than an object for me to use at my whim, a toy for me to play with, and I wanted it to take my piss. I stood up and put my foot onto her chest in order to keep her down.

I told the now worthless cunt to open her mouth. For the first time that night, the fuck whore did as she was told. I took aim and shot a hot stream of piss into her mouth. As soon as she realized what was happening, she snapped shut her mouth. I'm sure she must have swallowed what she had in there already because she didn't spit it out. She laid there with her eyes closed, not that the slut could have done anything else, until I had finished. I shook off the last drops over her face and took my foot from her chest.

Pulling my trousers back up, I tidied up a little. Then, crouching by the piss-soaked Marie, I said to her, much like you would speak to a child, that if
she told anybody about what I had done. I would come to her house and kill her.

Marie stammered "I...I wouldn't."

Quite satisfied, I told her that she could go now. Marie got to her feet as fast as she could and pulled on the remnants of her clothes. Of course, that meant she could get her skirt back on. Her bra was useless and her blouse on the other side of a nine foot wall. I kept her pretty white knickers as a souvenir (though I got rid of them a few weeks later during a fit of paranoia). She wandered topless from the trees to her book and pulled a sweatshirt from her bag, which she put on.

It was quite a joy watching the crying, trembling girl gather up her books and limp, aimlessly from the park. It is a memory that gives me an erection to this day.

Though the fun wasn't over.

The next morning when I turned up for my History exam, I walked into the library (being a 'special needs' student, I took my exams separate from the rest of the throng because I needed to use a computer. So I was in the library with the illiterate and deaf children - of course Marie shared these arrangements). Marie was the only other person there, it being about ten minutes prior to the exam. I sat down next to her and she stared at me. Silent, just staring. I could see the tears brimming in her eyes.

I smiled at her and placed my hand on her leg (again she was in a skirt) and ran it up to her cunt, grinding at it through her knickers. She went rigid and her eyes screwed closed. My luck ran out when the door opened and the teacher entered. Though I kept my hand in place on my whore's leg, and asked her some question relevant to the exam, something plucked from the air, all the while still grinding at her cunt. All she managed was a moaned "Yes."

The door opened and the rest of the special needs group came in. I lost my nerve and got up to take my place at the computer.

I was tempted, oh how I was tempted to rape her again, to make her my personal whore. To train her into the fuck toy she deserved to be. She was begging to be nothing more than an object. She was nothing more than an object to be used for my pleasure.

I chose not to push my luck. I regret that decision, every fucking day I regret that decision. Marie French, would have made an agreeable slave, she could have been made into that object that I needed her to be.

The end