Perverts 'R' Us

The Taking of Lattie Wong

By The Purvv ( M/f, 1st, rape, viol )

Part 1

Charles Morton couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't have set the stage any better, even if he planned it, which he didn't, although he helped maneuver things.

As the Director of Operations, Charlie was the second most powerful man in STC Corp. He had over 700 employees directly under his command. He had four Senior Vice Presidents directly under him on the flow chart. Because most of his waking hours were spent at work, his list of friends had dwindled over the years to a precious few. Indeed, those four VPs were also the only ones that he ever socialized with anymore and they and their families knew that their careers depended on Charlie. If he ever turned on them they would be in big trouble.

Barry Wong was one of those four key people in the organization. Charlie frequently spent what little free time he had with Barry, playing golf. The two families occasionally went out together and they would sometimes have dinner at each other's house.

Both families had one child. The two girls were best friends, even though there was two years difference in their ages. Charlie's daughter Carol was thirteen and Barry's daughter Lattie was fifteen.

Because the business consumed so much of his time Charlie had very little social life. He was a married man and had been completely faithful to his wife Judith for the past fourteen years. During that time, he rarely paid any attention to any one of the opposite sex.

Until recently.

It started over a year ago and he couldn't explain what started it or why he couldn't shake it. It was at that time that he suddenly began to take notice of the then 14-year-old daughter of his friend and employee.

Lattie's beauty was obvious to all that came into contact with her. Even without a jot of make-up she was probably the most pure beauty that he had ever laid eyes upon. The wholesomeness and innocence in her face was breathtaking and the Chinese features, which shone through, made the young girl absolutely awe-inspiring.

Since that time when he first started paying attention to the youngster, Charlie began to take notice of her whenever the opportunity arose. However, he made sure that the attention he was spending looking at her was not noticed.

There were so many days that he would observe her sheer beauty when she was over at his house visiting with his daughter Carol. He also noticed during this time that the girl was maturing nicely. Although her breasts were still developing, by now there was some flesh to them. In addition, her hips and legs were filling out quite nicely on her. He estimated that she stood about 5'2" with shoulder length raven black hair.

During these many months, Charlie also began to develop a fantasy in which he deflowered the little girl. He couldn't explain why. He had never had any desire to cheat on his wife and no other girl had ever interested him. Yet he had these strong feelings for this young girl. Wrong? Of course! Could he help it? No! And he didn't want to try. In reality, he never ever thought that anything would really happen between him and the youngster, but that didn't stop his fantasizing. He even reverted back to jerking off, something that he hadn't done since before he was married; and when he did it was with Lattie in mind.

On this day it all came together. On the golf course, Barry mentioned that he and his wife wanted to go back home to China to visit his family in August. Because Lattie was Barry's stepdaughter (his wife's first husband had died) they were thinking of leaving the girl behind, for the month. Barry knew that Charlie was on vacation during that same month and therefore assumed that Carol would be home also, he asked about the possibility that Lattie spend the month with them.

Of course Charlie agreed, saying that it was no problem, they'd love to have her. She'd be great company for Carol, etc., etc.

But indeed, there was a problem, which Charlie knew all too well. During the third week of August his wife and daughter were going on that Disney cruise. He also knew that it was sold out, as they had a very hard time obtaining the two tickets (they had tried for three, but when they could only find two he was magnanimous and told them to go anyway, without him.)

He waited until the end of the week before telling his wife and daughter of the guest-to-be. By then Barry had already made his plans and reservations for he and his wife only.

When Charlie told his family the news, their immediate reaction was total joy. It was after the initial euphoria subsided that they remembered their cruise; then came the disappointment. After all, Lattie was Carol's best friend and with her parents away, she should be with people who cared about her and could keep her occupied and happy. Judith and Carol toyed with the idea of canceling their trip.

It was here that Charlie was at his most convincing. There was no reason for Judith and Carol to change their plans; they had been looking so forward to going. He suggested that they had the swimming pool and that Lattie could spend much of her time there. And it would probably be nice for both him and the youngster to get out and see some sights together. After all, he reasoned, it was only for a week.

"Oh Dad, would you?" Carol was absolutely flabbergasted that her father would be willing to do things with her best friend for her.

All during that night Charlie played the martyr, but not so much as they would feel so guilty and change their plans. It was decided: If they could get two extra tickets, which they were sure that they couldn't (especially being that they couldn't get a third originally), then he would baby-sit the 15-year-old girl.

The following day he told Barry that he let his family know about Lattie coming to stay and they were 'tickled pink'. He had never seen his daughter so happy. And what really surprised him, he told Barry, was how excited his wife was to have the youngster. The only problem, he explained off-handedly, was that Judith and Carol had been planning going on a cruise for one of those weeks in question. They were going to try to get additional tickets. However, in a worse case scenario, he told Barry, he'd end up chaperoning Lattie around for a week.

When he told this, he made sure that Barry was left with the distinct impression that they would no doubt get tickets, even though he didn't explicitly say as much.

During the next month leading up to the vacation, Charlie didn't mention the week anymore. Barry had just assumed that it was going to work out. He was so sure it just dropped from his mind; he was busy with work and planning for his China trip. He never even mentioned it to his wife or daughter.

During those first two weeks after the youngster's arrival at their house, Charlie was in his glory. Whenever his wife and daughter weren't paying attention or weren't around he would ogle the young Asian beauty.

In the beginning, he avoided looking at her when she was paying attention to him. When her attention was diverted elsewhere, he would look at her budding breasts and her well-shaped legs. He was captivated by her beauty. A few times, he undressed her in his mind and ended up with a throbbing hard-on.

After a while, he didn't care anymore if she noticed his attention.

Lattie was soon aware that her girlfriend's father was looking at her. At first, she was embarrassed to have a 35-year old man looking at her. Then she noticed the bulge in his pants and her embarrassment turned into nervousness. Although the 15-year-old girl was a virgin, she knew about boys' sexual reactions. She realized that Carol's dad was becoming 'turned-on' by her.

She knew that she couldn't tell her younger girlfriend what was happening and she also appreciated that she would have to be careful in discouraging the older man from looking at her; after all, he was her father's boss. Lattie knew that Charlie could fire her dad in a minute and she was wise enough to know that she would have to be careful not to overreact to his ogling. She figured that it would be best not to say anything, just not encourage him, and most importantly, avoid looking at him. However, she couldn't help herself sometimes, and when she looked at him admiring her, she even felt some strange feelings in her body, which she couldn't describe. To ease her concern, she he told herself that he was just looking at her as a little girl, growing up. She could feel his eyes wander over her body. She was both frightened and secretly curious.

Plans were made as to how Charlie was going to take care of Lattie for that third week, when they were going to be alone. It was expected that Monday, Wednesday and Friday he would take her out for the day. The other days she would spend at their pool.

Part 2

His wife and daughter left on Saturday morning, departing the house by cab.

Lattie and Charlie waved goodbye and when the cab was out of sight they went back into the house, making idle chatter. Lattie had been dreading this day and now that it had become a reality, it was even more frightening. She was hoping that her fears were baseless but deep down she was expecting the worst.

Trying to give the benefit of the doubt toward the positive, the youngster went upstairs to Carol's bedroom, where she was staying, and put on her two-piece bathing suit. She then came back downstairs and went outside into the pool area. She brought along a few of Carol's magazines.

Charlie was in the house by himself, on his computer.

Soon, the youngster was lying down on her back in the lounge chair. She closed her eyes and relaxed, tanning herself in the hot summer sun. Soaking up the rays, she drowsed for about an hour until instinctively she sensed something different in her surroundings. She awoke with a start. Opening her eyes she looked forward and froze.

About twenty feet in front, facing her, was Charlie. He had been sitting there for about fifteen minutes watching the young Asian beauty from the front. She had been lying on her back on the chair with her legs parted, and from where he sat facing her, he was facing the bottom of her feet. His angle afforded him a view right up between the youngster's thighs. As she slept, he allowed his eyes to keep running over the little girl's body, with long pauses at her crotch, then up over her belly to the small mounds of flesh enclosed in her bikini top.

Lattie followed the older man's eyes and she knew that they were on her crotch. Once again, she felt that strange feeling stirring within her loins. However, she also felt that same fear that she had previously felt. She quickly closed her legs, cutting off Charlie's view. Then she hurriedly arose and walked over to the edge of the pool.

As she walked, the man focused on the child's wonderful ass. He was excited in seeing how small the bikini bottom was; he couldn't keep his eyes from staring at the exposed rounded flesh at the bottom. She dove into the water, which temporarily snapped him back to reality.

Charlie continued looking out at the young girl, occasionally making small talk with her, but mostly just ogling. His intense stares were becoming so obvious that that the young teen was becoming increasingly nervous.

Finally, about three hours later, she excused herself. Saying that she had enough of the sun, she went into the house. By now, she had become so uncomfortable, almost scared, that she actually considered making up some excuse and asking Carol's dad to take her home, just so she could be out of his presence. Yet she knew that she couldn't do that because he would become upset with her and she didn't know how he might react. Suppose he got so mad at her that he decided to fire her stepfather? That was her biggest fear, the one that scared her the most.

Lattie knew that her stepfather's thinking was still old fashioned in many ways and that he believed in the Asian tradition that females were expendable. Indeed, that was why her parents didn't take her along with them on the trip back to China; she wasn't important. The girl could not begin to think of how her stepfather would react if Charlie fired Barry because of her. She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be for both she and her mother. Banishment? Beatings?

These thoughts continued to haunt the 15-year-old girl, and because of them she couldn't be sure just how she might react if Carol's father tried to go past the looking stage and attempted to put his hands on her. It just might be best to allow him to have his way with her, she thought. She was becoming terribly frightened and her active mind only made matters worse.

The youngster stayed busy and out of Charlie's way for the remainder of the afternoon while he spent that time preparing the special dinner that he had been promising all week. It was his specialty.

At about 8:30 PM, they sat down together to dinner. Although she had to confess that the food really was great: a sumptuous Chinese-style seafood delight, the youngster ate tentatively. When her friend's father poured her a glass of champagne, she was completely caught off-guard. He said that this meal couldn't be fully enjoyed without a glass or two. Although she knew that her parents would never have condoned her drinking wine, she nevertheless sipped in between bites.

Lattie had purposely worn a pullover baggy sweatshirt so that Charlie's eyes were not attracted to her. However, that strategy didn't seem to help; on more than one occasion, she saw the older man's eyes move purposely from her face to her chest. She felt a little warm from the champagne and she knew enough to not have more than one glass.

When they were finished eating, she helped him clean up the table. She had finished putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher when she heard him talking as he was scurrying about.

"Now for the piéce de résistance!" he said and invited her back to the table.

He gave them each a dish of specially prepared ice cream and he poured her what he called a 'cordial', a term that she wasn't familiar with. It was a sweet liquid that he had poured in tiny glasses, which he insisted that she must have to complete the meal.

As the youngster sipped and ate the deliciously prepared ice cream, their eyes occasionally locked on one another's. Lattie's little heart began beating as she realized that she was being seduced. The warmth within her increased somewhat. She nervously finished the tiny glass of liquid and he immediately refilled it again; that too she sipped.

When they were finished with the desert they got up from the dining room table and went out into the living room to watch television. When she was seated on the easy chair Charlie handed the young girl a mixed drink. She tried to decline but once more he insisted. He sat down on the couch across from her. Her selection of the chair had been deliberate.

As she sipped the drink, Lattie felt the liquor taking a strong affect on her as she was feeling a little light-headed and numb. She had enough sense to realize what he was trying to do and she made up her mind that there was only one way to put an end to this.

She placed her glass on the table alongside of her chair and declared, "I don't feel well, Mr. Morton. I'm going to go upstairs, if it's okay with you?"

Charlie asked her a few questions and tried a few ploys to keep her with him but the girl was smart enough to avoid his traps, and she finally was able to make her way up to Carol's bedroom. She felt a little light-headed and dizzy but she was able to manage.

It wasn't even 10 PM yet, but she really was tired, she thought. Well, tomorrow's another day; at least she had been able to outsmart her friend's father today, she smiled to herself. She pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and tossed it onto the chair. She then kicked off her shoes, opened her jeans and pushed them off her legs and down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. Finally, she unclasped her bra, freeing her smallish breasts, and then hopped into Carol's bed, with only her panties left on her naked body. After turning off the light, she slipped beneath the blanket, relieved that she had outmaneuvered Mr. Morton.

Charlie stayed downstairs in the living room. He finished his scotch and soda and then got up to make himself another. Sitting back down on the couch his mind kept wandering to the Asian beauty. He had been fantasizing about her for months and now here he was, alone in the house with the 15-year-old treasure, and his family was away. She was probably lying in bed right at this moment, he thought, and his cock hardened as his mind conjured up this picture. And the alcohol should have loosened her up, he thought to himself. He doubted that she he had given her enough liquor to make her pass out but hopefully she would be easier.

Throughout his life, it never took more than a couple of drinks for Charlie to become reckless. He not only couldn't get the little girl from his mind, if fact he didn't want to. As the liquor took hold of him, he was only thinking of one thing: little Lattie lying upstairs!

He put down the empty glass on the side table and stood up, gathering his wits, thoughts and courage. He took a deep breath and then finally walked to the bottom of the stairs, leading up. At the steps, he hesitated again, before summoning up the courage and then quietly walking up the stairs.

When he reached Carol's door he knocked gently. There was no answer.

He knocked again; still no answer.

Charlie's heart began beating harder in his chest as he imagined that the youngster was asleep in his daughter's room. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned the handle gently. The room was completely dark, the only light being that which came from the hall behind him. He could make out the shape of the little girl on the bed. He stepped into the room and closed the door, plunging the room into darkness.

Charlie assumed that the young teen was asleep; she wasn't.

Lattie had heard the knocks and had hoped that he would go away if she didn't respond. Her heart had begun to beat rapidly with his knocks. She saw the door opening and she could make out his silhouette. She saw him step inside and as the door closed behind him the beating within her chest became even heavier. She was terribly frightened. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run away, but fear kept her riveted in place.

Soon, he was standing so nearby that Lattie could hear his heavy breathing. She heard him rustling around. Panicky, the young girl knew that he was undressing. Her breathing quickened as she was becoming frantic, her mouth sucking in for air, somewhat desperately.

"M-Mr. Morton?" she whispered, her voice so low that it was barely audible.

Charlie heard the fear in her voice and he actually heard her breathing increase. He let his shorts fall to the floor and then he was totally naked.

"It's okay, Lattie, it's me."

With that, he sat on the bed and lifted the sheet to slip beneath.

" NOOOOO!!! "

Lattie screamed at the top of her lungs and then pushed the blanket off her body and started to rise hurriedly.

Charlie was by her in a thrice and his arm reached out and pulled her back onto the bed. She struggled to pull away but he was much too strong, pulling her back forcefully and as she was pulled back, she fell backwards onto her back. She continued to struggle under his arm and he moved closer and partially covered her with his naked body while his hand moved across her waist and up to her budding breast and cupped the taut hot flesh.

"No...no...Mr. Morton...Pl...no..." She put her hand up trying, to no avail, to pull his hand off her. She was twisting about as he moved halfway onto her. Then in the dark of the bedroom his mouth moved toward hers and Lattie, sensing that the man was about to kiss her, clamped her mouth closed while at the same time she began to cry and whine.

He moved his hand off her breast and quickly sought out her pussy. Her legs clamped closed and her hands went to his face trying to dig in her nails. She was struggling and fighting him off as best as she could.

Suddenly, with his other hand, the grown-up man slapped her face with all of his power. Her face snapped away, hitting with such force that she cried out in pain, "Ohhhh." At the same time, the young girl's legs momentarily loosened and he rushed his hand under the elastic of her panties and onto her hairless pussy. She felt his finger forcing its way into her. She groaned in pain and twisted her hips violently in an effort to avoid this assault on her previously untouched body. Then the man was moving above her and his knee was forcing itself between her legs, pushing down with his full force.

She was crying wildly now. "Pleeeeeeze no, Mr. Morton. Please! You can't...!"

He was pulling frantically at her panties, tearing them down and off. Feeling his strength, the child sensed that her situation was hopeless and that the end result was inevitable.

"No...noooooo, please."

Charlie finally got his throbbing prick to the outer lips of the little girl's hole. His mind was inflamed. He was going to fuck her as hard as he could. He was desperate to get into the 15-year-old's hot cunt.

As he forced his cock into her, she screamed loudly from the intense pain and burning. He was between her legs and she was totally at his mercy to do whatever he wanted with her. She continued whining and crying, pleading and begging.

"I-I-IYU, I-YU, I-YU!" she was screaming as his cock penetrated through her cuntal lips. The burning, and the searing pain, was ripping through her as he pushed into her, breaking her hymen along the way.

Charlie was oblivious to the girl's pain. Her hole was the tightest that he had ever felt. He felt the hot and wet stickiness of her pussy and he knew that the child's cunt was bleeding. He simply didn't care. Her little hands were clutching at his back and digging into it as if that could bring her relief from the pain. She was crying profusely.

He pulled his body up, sliding his cock from her depths and because her young cunt was so snug it felt to him as if it was trying to hold his prick inside, drawing on him so tightly. He pushed back hard into her and again she screamed in pain and clutched desperately at his flesh.

The young teen felt her enflamed pussy walls contract as his flesh withdrew. 'Oh, God, thank God, she thought, he's taking it out of me, he's-'

"Nnngghhhh!" she groaned when Charlie's body plunged back down onto hers and his flesh forced itself back into her aching cunt. Then he swiftly slid back out, only to reverse direction again.

"Aaaahhhh!!" she again cried out when the man's body pounded back down onto her and his prick again drove deep into her violated pussy.

He swiftly pulled out and drove in, again and again. She grunted with each sharp thrust. 'Oh God, oh God, he's fucking me, he's fucking me,' her mind cried over and over as the man-cock continued to plunge into her pussy, pounding in deeper with each violent stab. 'I don't want to be fucked, don't fuck me, don't fuck me, please stop, please stop fucking me, oh God, stop fucking me, oh God, oh fuck, oh God!!'

Lattie lay there motionless as Charlie continued his assault. She was just a receptacle. He was then pounding his body into her with a fierceness that only a climax could stop.

"La...oooo...Latteeeee...oooo, I'm oooo, it's..."

Pounding and pounding into her, the pain was unbearable for the child, and as he began his final frenetic thrusts, she felt a stirring begin to build within her, amid the pain.

"Ohhhhhhh...ahhhhhhh..." He began to shoot his load into her before she could begin to experience any real enjoyment. Blast after blast shot into her tunnel.

When he finally finished he lay alongside of the sobbing girl, catching his breath. "I'm sorry, Lattie," he apologized somewhat. "I promise, hon, it won't hurt anymore like that."

Although she was sobbing and was only listening with half an ear, a shock went through her brain at his words. She stiffened momentarily at what he said.

"No...No more...Mr. Morton, please?" she whimpered.

"It'll be okay, Lattie. I promise," he continued.

"NO!" she hissed out at him violently.

He had arisen by now. Then he stood and she heard him retrieving his clothing.

"It's up to you hon. If it's no, it's no. I wouldn't force you."

She was in shock from his words as much as from his deed. If that wasn't force, what was?

He slowly walked away and as he nearly reached the door she heard him say, "We still have a week together, Lattie. If you don't want to do this anymore, that's okay. But if you do you'll have to tell me by tomorrow night." Then as he opened the door to leave, he paused to add, "After all, if I'm going to have to find someone to replace your father at work, I'll need time." With that parting comment, he was out the door.

Lattie continued sobbing as she realized what the coming week was going to bring. She couldn't let her Dad down.

Epilogue

The following day both the man and the child had the same intentions although for two completely different reason. Both avoided each other. Lattie spent most of the day in the bedroom while he went out for a few hours and then spent time on his computer.

The youngster replayed the prior night's episode with a feeling of disgust. She hated him for what he had done. She had wanted to save her virginity for marriage. She realized that she held her father's career in her hands (or rather between her legs) and knew that she had no other choice than to capitulate.

She was determined that she wasn't going to fight him. There wasn't any reason to as she realized that he would only force himself on her anyway, if he wanted. By going along she could at least assure her father's job. And besides, the worst part was probably over, she consoled herself. She had always heard that the 'first is the worst'. Indeed, she didn't feel any pain anymore. And she remembered that late feeling of joy that had begun between her legs the night before. It didn't have time to fully develop but she was sure that if Mr. Morton did her properly she probably would experience the pleasure that she had heard associated with sex. Even with all her fear and loathing, a glimmer of curiosity was flickering in her head. She tried to rationalize. What reason did she have anymore not to comply? None! Yet there were good reasons to try to enjoy sex with her friend's father. And if she did she was sure that no one would ever know.

Besides, she thought, he hadn't used any protection and if she got pregnant...

The End