Perverts 'R' Us
The Rape of the Schoolgirl
By Juliette
(Violent rape,
Preteen)
Tiffany Moore left home and
made her way to school. She had just turned 12. Her
shoulder length blond
hair was pulled back in a ponytail and secured with a
regulation blue
ribbon. Like all teenage girls at St Mary's she was dressed
correctly in
summer school uniform of white blouse, tartan blue and cream
pleated skirt,
blue blazer with gold trim and cream crest, school tie, white
knee socks
(with blue and gold strips) and black school shoes. In addition to
her blue
hair ribbon, she had neatly secured her hair with white hair slides and
had
arranged her fringe so it tickled her forehead. Over her left shoulder was
her backpack.
It was beautiful day and Tiffany was happy. She was,
people told her, very cute.
Her young body was just starting to reveal the
potential woman within. Boys
noticed her; as did male friends of her
parents, but at this stage much of that
adventure was in her future. There
was one boy at school she liked. He had asked
her to the movies last
Saturday, and had wanted to kiss her, but she said no.
Maybe next
time.
As she walked down the street to the train station she stopped to
play with Mrs.
Johnson's cat. The cat, as usual, was happy to see her and
responded playfully
to her attentions. When Tiffany finished, she looked at
her watch and noticed
that she was now going to be late for her train. What
to do? She absently pushed
a loose strand of hair behind her right ear and
rubbed her finger across her
lips.
Nothing for it she thought - if I
go back home mum will be furious that she now
has to drive me to school -
that means a grounding for sure; and with
Kimberley's sleep over this
Saturday that was the last thing she wanted. The
alternative was to cut
through the park. Her parents had told her to never do
that, but like all
budding teenagers Tiffany had a mind of her own and more than
once this
short cut had saved her time. Anyway she thought - I don't know what
the
fuss is; its' just a park.
So at the next corner, instead of following
the road she turned into the park
and made her way down the walking trail
that went for half a mile through the
forest known as Cutters Park. The park
was named after the family who had once
owned the land and had been left as
green space for the families who had built
their three rooms suburban, with
matching rose garden. The problem was that the
land had not been properly
developed as a park and apart from the one path that
wound its way through
it, was still largely virgin forest.
But Tiffany didn't care about any of
that all she knew was that the park would
save her 10 minutes and enable her
to make her train. So with backpack over her
shoulders she started through
the park. As she wandered down the winding path,
she was quickly lost from
sight of the road. Her only company was the trees and
the creatures
contained there in. As she walked along he path she saw nothing,
but thought
she heard some animals in the trees about her.
She looked up at the trees
then... strong arms were around her. One over her
mouth and one around her
waist, pinning her arms.
'Don't scream little girl or I will hurt
you.'
The voice echoed in her ear. What was going on? What was happening?
Her heart
raced? Oh God! Oh God! Oh Nooooo!! A silent scream exploded in her
mind as some
awareness of what was happening finally filled her. She tried
to struggle, but
the grip was too strong. She tried to scream for help, but
instead gagged on the
hand that barely gave her enough air to breath. She
felt herself being dragged
through the forest. Branches played on her legs
but she did not notice. She was
terrified? Why was this person doing this?
What would happen next? She did not
have long to wait to find
out.
Next moment she felt her attacker lower her roughly to the ground.
It was grassy
but the tufts dug into her back. She could see the sky, but
noticed nothing. Her
attacker spoke.
'Don't struggle and you won't
get hurt. Struggle and I WILL hurt you. Nod your
head if you
understand.'
She must have nodded because he said 'Good.'
He
removed his hand from her waist but fear held her still. His other hand
remained over her mouth. He then removed his hand from her mouth and planted
it
firmly around her throat. The attacker squeezed. She almost gagged for
air.
'Oh no he is trying to kill me' she thought.
Then she felt
his other hand on her leg. It started at her knee and quickly made
its way
up her thigh to her regulation blue school panties.
She tensed; her eyes
widen. His grip loosened around her throat; but only
slightly.
'Spread them or I WILL hurt you.'
That time she
cannot have responded properly because in an instance the hand was
removed
from her thigh and a stinging blow hit her cheek. 'Spread them, or I
will
keep hitting you till you do or you are unconscious'
Tears filled her
eyes; this is not happening!!!! She slowly spread her legs and
felt his hand
return to her thighs and then her panties.
'Oh no!!' Not that!! Now she
knew his intent! She had read about rape!! Heard
talks about it happening to
others and now was about to happen to her.
Tiffany just stared up at the
sky. Wishing this to be a bad dream. Wishing she
had walked around the park.
Wishing to be anywhere but here. But she was, and
wishing it away did not
make it otherwise. Tiffany felt the hand roughly pull at
her panties and in
a moment they were being ripped away from her legs. She felt
the hard ground
against the tenderness of her bare skin and the cold of the air
around her
woman hood.
'Spread them further' the voice commanded.
A stinging
blow arrived before she had time to respond.
She let out a muffled scream
and her legs opened to their fate.
In an instant the hand was at her
woman's lips rubbing then; feeling them,
exploring what had only ever been
explore before by her own uncertain hands. She
felt something penetrate her
opening.
Oh god! No! Not already!! It hurt! Then something else pushed
into her forcing
her virgin opening further apart.
A cry left her
lips; the hand around her throat tightened. Then the other hand
appeared and
was thrust under her nose.
'Smell your pussy juice little girl' Oh Jesus
it was only his fingers! A moment
of relief followed by a moment of
realization.
He had pushed his fingers into her vagina!!!! Her sweet
spot! Her most precise
of gifts was forced open by the hand of a
stranger.
She started to struggle! Another blow, then another. She felt a
hand on her
ponytail lifting her up and another blow doubled her
over.
'I warned you little girl' not to struggle. Do you want
more??'
Something warm filled her mouth. She spat and blood appeared on
the ground.
'No please no more no, no, no' she sobbed. Not daring to look
at her attacker's
face.
'Then do as I say I will hurt you no more',
the voice said in almost soothing
tones.
'I will; I promise; just
don't hit me again' she begged in whispered tones.
'Ok then little girl
up on you knees and take this.'
Tiffany looked up; her mouth hurt; her
vision was blurred - but what she saw
before her made her shudder even
further. The man had his penis out. Partly
engorged it was an inch thick and
about six inches long but to Tiffany it looked
like a club.
'Take it
in your mouth and suck, baby; suck it good and I may even let you
go.'
'Let go'; hope sprung in her as he advanced, his 'club' in his hand.
Another
hand at her mouth; forcing it into an 'o.'
He guided his
penis to her lips and penetrated her mouth.
'Now suck bitch; come on
little girl make 'daddy' happy.'
A hand grabbed her ponytail and forced
her head forward. His penis slid to the
back of her throat. She almost
gagged. He eased off and she began to suck. Slow
at first than quicker
meeting the rhythm of his thrusts.
In he back of her mind she thought,
'If I do this right he may let me go. Oh
please God make him let me
go!!!'
'Oh very good; I can see you have done this before; no doubt daddy
has been
training his little girl. He has trained her well.'
'Now
undo your shirt and show me your titties.'
She did not move - 'Do it 'he
roared.
In spite of herself she reached down and undid her blouse. Her
small breast
pushed against the training bra.
His rhythm stopped -
'Undo it.'
She shakily reached the clip at the front and tried - but her
hands would not
respond.
He pushed them away and unclipped the bra -
the two halves swung away revealing
soft mounds of under developed
breasts.
'Keep sucking little girl'. She suddenly realized she had
stopped. Then hands
were on her breasts; tweaking her nipples; squeezing
then hard; she fought back
the urge to squeal; not wanting to incur his
wrath.
'Very nice' she heard him mumble to himself, then his hand was at
her ponytail
once more encouraging her lips to take full advantage of his
now completely
swollen member.
Then he pulled her head back. Was he
finished? Had he had enough; would he now
let her go??
'Down on all
fours bitch'.
'But I thought if I did as you asked you would let me go'
she half sobbed; half
screamed.
'Quiet little girl - not good enough;
but if you behave you may yet live.'
Tiffany was numb. What now she
thought. He pushed her down on all fours. Next
instance he was behind her
pushing up her school skirt. She felt his hand part
her legs then something
pressed against her vagina.
Not his fingers again she thought then 'Oh my
God oh it hurts oh nooo nooo
God!!'
Her vagina filled with pain; she
felt him push something further and further in
to her. She felt like he was
splitting her apart.
She started to scream. Next moment he was pushing
something into her mouth. A
rag, a cloth - whatever it was it stifled her
scream.
Now he was moving her back and forth; all the time pressure in
her vagina; she
heard him grunt; she felt his hands around her tiny breasts;
burying his fingers
into her flesh. He was fucking her!! Oh God his penis
was inside her!!!
His thrusts increased their tempo. He began to taunt
her again.
'Do you feel my penis little girl? I am fucking your tight
little pussy. Oh it
feels good!!! Come on little girl take it all!! Come on
bitch! Feel my big dick
in you cunt!!'
The taunts continued - but
they got lost in the pain. This is not real she
thought. Oh god it hurts!!
He is fucking me! Oh please make him stop! Please
somebody make him stop!!
Please help me!!
But no one was there and her panties that he had stuffed
in her mouth stop her
agony escaping her lips.
He kept up the rhythm
for what seemed like forever. His hands moved to her
slender hips while all
the time his penis pumped away at her now red and
bleeding
vagina.
Then he extracted his penis and forcefully spun her over. No
sooner was she flat
on her back than her brutally pushed her legs apart and
once again penetrated
her young vagina with his weapon.
She screamed
again into the gag. He then began a series of long hard strokes;
further
ripping at her vagina. He was over her breathing on her face and body.
One
hand briefly grabbing at her budding breasts
Then he gave a couple of
thrusts that caused her to nearly blackout with pain.
He squeezed her hips
and groaned loudly.
'Yes! Yes! Little girl - take daddy's
cream!
With that he came inside her; his seaman filling her young
pubescent pussy with
its creamy liquid.
'Oh yes - take it all little
girl!!'
He lingered; then released himself from her now bruised and
ravaged body. But at
this point she was beyond caring. In her mind there was
nothing left; he had
totally abused and used her. He had taken her into a
nightmare that may have
ended physically but would continue to play over in
her mind for the rest of her
life.
As final insult he took his penis
and thrust it at her mouth.
'Lick it clean little girl; lick daddy's
penis clean.'
Next moment his hand was forcing her mouth open while his
other hand now forced
his semi-flaccid penis in her mouth.
Tiffany
thought she would be sick. The penis tasted of sweat, cum, blood and
vaginal
juice.
'Come little girl lick and suck it clean - you don't want daddy to
get angry.'
She began to suck and lick; running her tongue around the
penis. She felt it
harden in her mouth.
'Yeh, good job; that's it'
she heard him repeat the words 'Keep sucking baby;
don't stop.'
His
hand went the back of her head; he pushed her head back and forth causing
his penis to again hit the back of her mouth. She started to gagged but kept
sucking. Once again he started to moan.
'Oh yeh; that's it; suck
baby; suck; make daddy happy.'
His other hand groped her naked torso and
reached to penetrate her vagina with
his fingers.
Back and forth he
guided her head. 'Keep sucking baby' the voice a distant echo
as she gave up
and let him finished the job with her mouth.
Next instance she was
gagging as his hot cum filled her mouth. No warning this
time. She coughed
and spluttered as he kept his penis firmly in place.
'Swallow little
girl; swallow daddy's cum.'
She tried. Oh she tried! But there was too
much and she felt it dripping down
her cheeks and throat.
His penis
was out of her mouth. A blow to her face; then another.
'Not good enough
bitch'.
He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up. A fist hit her in
the stomach and
she collapsed back to the ground.
And then he was
gone.
At that moment the 8.15 am train left the station. Tiffany had
missed it as she
would for many mornings after this.
Michael watched
the train leave, and turned to continue his morning run.
He felt good.
Tiffany Moore had felt good - although he had no idea what her
name was. He
had been watching this park on and off for the last 6 weeks. He had
noticed
Tiffany early and had hoped to catch her alone.
'Silly little bitch' he
though as he made is way back to his waiting car - but
oh how
sweet!
Will have to target another area for a while - just till things
die down.
Still there were many more parks, alleyways, and lonely
streets. Many more
stupid little schoolgirls who never thought it would
happen to them. Yes as
always it was just time and patience and Michael had
a plenty of that.