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Subject: Leave The Children (ped, bond, n/c, religious themes)
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Leave The Children (ped, bond, n/c, religious themes)
By Pedro Vila
Rahassef's job was simple. Keep the children with their parents. But did
they give him a gun? No! Was he a messenger? No! Did they even let him
help with the barricades? A big no!
Rahassef held another of the village children down onto the special
seat. She squirmed a little but bit her lip and persevered. That's
another one they won't be taking. He helped her off and she limped to
the next room where a nurse was waiting.
Nobody wanted to be in the room with Rahassef when he did his assigned
job. Oh, no. They didn't want to get their hands dirty. Better they left
him alone to be the bad guy. Rahassef would rather be shoveling shit
then to do this ugly job.
Another girl was pushed in. The door shut quickly behind her. She must
have been about six years old. Hell, what where they thinking? What was
anybody thinking in this crazy world now days? Ever since the country
was taken over in a coup by the current religious nutcases. Muslims,
Christians, Isrealis, Asian cults with unpronounceable names, Rahassef's
little country seemed to attract them all. His village withstood
countless attempts to convert, save, or just plain enslave his fellow
villagers.
Rahassef did his best to smile and reassure the poor child that
everything was all right. Didn't her parents even want to be here to
help her through this? The little girl saw the chair with her big brown
eyes and then looked at Rahassef sadly as if to say, 'Why me?'
Rahassef led her to the chair and helped her with her underpants and
then pulled her tattered skirt up to keep it from getting dirty. Damn,
he forgot to ask for another rag. Or maybe they were just running out.
This time, the new government was going to take all the children to
special education camps to learn how to serve god. No parents allowed.
Rahassef knew what that really meant. They needed an army for another
stupid holy war.
Rahassef lifted the little child and lowered her to the small pole in
the middle of the chair. The little girl shut her eyes tightly. There
was one loophole. They were not allowed to take unclean children, only
virgins. It was his job to make sure none of the village children were
virgins.
Rahassef tried to be gentle in pushing the girl down over the pole. She
was too young and there was no way to make this less painful for her. He
shut his eyes and just drove her down hard and quickly. She screamed and
he pulled her up as carefully as he could before walking her to the
door. The door opened and the still screaming child was taken from his
hands quickly.
Nobody looked at his eyes. The door shut fast. Rahassef yelled through
the door that he was going to take five minutes for a smoke. No one
answered. He sat on the other chair, the one without the pole sticking
up the middle, and lit a cigarette. Nobody would want to talk to him
after this.
Rahassef wondered if he was ever going to have any friends left. The
door opened and an older girl was pushed through it before slamming shut
behind her. Rahassef yelled, "I'm taking a break!" Nobody answered
still. Rahassef looked at the girl. She wasn't as dark as most and her
eyes had an almost greenish quality to them. She looked about eleven
years old.
"Take a seat." Rahassef said, then he remembered he had the only normal
seat. He indicated the floor so she didn't think he was being cruel.
"I'm okay." she said. Her voice was a little shaky, like she might be
trembling. He didn't blame her. She most likely knew what was going to
happen. Poor kid.
"Believe me, you won't be comfortable sitting down afterward. Do it
while you can." he said between puffs.
The girl looked at the seat. "Is this how it's done?" she asked. "You
sit me here?" Rahassef nodded sadly. She said, "Lets get this over with
now."
"Please." he said to her. "I am tired. Just give me five minutes."
"I am afraid. If I wait too long, I will run." she said. She seemed to
become stern. "I will try it myself."
"Be my guest." he answered and waved a hand. He hoped they would all do
it themselves, he hated being the one they would all remember hurting
them there.
The young girl pulled down her pants and tried to position herself over
the dully pointed pole. Then she lowered herself slowly and seemed to
hover at the brink. Then she pulled herself back up and Rahassef closed
his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
"It is too dry." she said. "I can't make enough spit to wet it with
because I am too afraid. Have you any water?"
Rahassef opened his eyes and shook his head. Nobody would talk to him
all day. How was he to get water? He got up. "I can spit if you like."
The girl stood away and let him walk to the chair. Rahassef worked up as
much spit as he could and let it drop onto the pole. The girl waited for
him to back away and then tried to sit on the pole again.
She hovered for a moment and then her weight took her down past her
hymen. She gasped and Rahassef looked away.
Nobody would even want him around anymore probably. Maybe they would run
him out of town and word would spread and no village would let him stay.
It wasn't his idea. He just pulled the wrong token from the lottery box.
And how was he going to find a wife now?
The heavy breathing brought Rahassef's thoughts to a stop. The girl was
acting strangely. Her eyes were fluttering up to her head and her chest
seemed to be heaving. Rahassef got up quickly and went to her. Was she
dying? He should have helped her. Now she must have ripped herself
opened inside and was probably bleeding to death.
Or was she? The girl was beginning to move her hips around. She wasn't
being ripped open, she was having sex with the chair! Rahassef
recognized the look on her face. He stood back and smiled. He had never
seen anybody react like that before, not even in bed. Oh, if only he
could be as good of a lover as that chair.
Rahassef looked to the door. Why not? What did he have to lose? He might
as well grab some intimacy while he can. She couldn't leave here a
virgin anyway, they won't ask him any questions about it. Nobody wants
to know what goes on in here.
He stepped up to the girl and pulled out his cock. Her eyes focused on
it and went wide. She started rocking harder in her seat. He held her
face and made her take it into her mouth. She didn't try to fend him off
and he felt her tongue and teeth bump him warmly. He got hard quickly
and suddenly lifted her off of the chair.
Her hips still humped in the air and he laid her on her back on the
floor. He was on top of her fairly fast and put a hand down to guide him
into her. She was wet and he started to slide slowly in. The girl
wrapped her legs around his back and drove him the rest of the way into
her fast. She seemed so small under him, she almost disappeared under
their clothes. Despite that, she bumped her body into him with frantic
energy. He started to lose control of her and suddenly found he was on
his back with her straddling him.
Rahassef never felt anything so intense before. Her fingers were digging
into his shirt and vest and he felt like his cock was being sucked by a
monster every time she pulled herself up and her tight insides created a
vacuum before she rammed her tight little body down onto his, grinding
every time she hit bottom.
Rahassef had no control over himself and he came into her furiously. The
hot seed built pressure inside of her and she locked up her little body
as minor earthquakes rumbled through her.
Rahassef lay back stunned. This wasn't what he thought it would be like
when he grabbed her. Both of them were panting heavily and she suddenly
pushed herself up from his chest and looked at the door then back to
Rahassef. She said, "Do they all do that?"
Rahassef said, "No one has ever done that." He looked at her face. Her
eyes had a different light in them. She looked more like a woman now.
She smiled suddenly. "We must get married."
Rahassef propped himself up. "You shouldn't have to be married because
of this. They all lose their virginity. No one has to know."
She shook her head. "You don't understand. I want to do this again. I
have to do this again. If I don't marry, I'll be called a whore." She
looked deep
into him with her beautiful greenish brown eyes. "I don't want to be an
outcast."
Rahassef understood that part. She was young, but he could do much worse
for a wife. Only, he might not be able to keep up with her. Still, it
would be better then being alone.
They both got up off the floor and straightened themselves out.
"Can I stay and help?" the girl said.
Rahassef grinned. "What's your name?" he asked her finally.
END
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