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BUS STOP RAPE
He saw her outside the Science building, a tiny perfect
little girl, all tiny tits and ass, with curly red hair cut
short to her scalp and bright green eyes, striding
purposefully, happily along, books loading her down.
He followed her at once, across campus to the dorm
building. He hated dorms, but on the other hand, the
University was his prime hunting turf.
He loved to get these snotty, rich, know-it-all white girls
and drag them through the dirt, show them who was boss,
show them how low and filthy and worthless they were.
This redheaded bitch would learn that too.
Ashley blinked, then pulled her eye from the microscope's
eyepiece and rubbed her eyes. It was past nine. She had
better head home if she was going to get any sleep tonight.
When she'd been allowed, at fourteen, to skip high school
and enter college, she had no idea how much studying she'd
have to do. High school stuff had been so easy.
She slipped on a denim jacket, scooped her books into her
gym bag, then headed for the science building's door.
It was already dark outside and a little cool. She hugged
herself as she walked across the parking lot towards the
bus stop.
It was a lot darker than usual out and she glanced around
curiously.
The street lights were out, she saw, at least along this
block. She hoped the bus wouldn't drive by and miss her.
She stepped into the bus shelter, putting her bag on the
seat and zipping up her jacket. She hated cold. At barely
ninety seven pounds she had no fat to speak of to protect
her from the cold.
Of course, she was under five feet tall as well, so she
wasn't all that light for her size. A man walked along the
sidewalk. She kept her eye on him. It was after dark,
after all, and there was nothing around her except the
parking lot and the empty science building behind it.
She didn't like his looks, but it seemed he would pass by.
Then he stopped and walked into the shelter. She stepped
closer to the other side of the shelter, giving him lots of
room. He was a big guy and needed it.
She felt him looking at her and her pulse grew more rapid.
She cursed herself for being paranoid, then looked at her
watch, wishing the stupid bus would be early instead of
late, like normal.
"Hi." Her heart gave a lurch and she turned to look at him
momentarily. She wasn't sure what to do.
Ignoring him would be outright rude and insulting, but he
looked rough and dirty...
"Hi," she said, as brusque and unfriendly as she could
manage without giving offense, she hoped.
"What's your name?"
"Sara," she replied. It was a lie, but she didn't want him
knowing anything about her.
"You got nice hair, Sara. I love red hair."
He reached out and ran his fingers through her
short-cropped hair.. She shuffled forward a bit, going
deeper into the shelter, but he moved forward too.
"You're a real pretty little thing. You know that?"
"Thanks," she gulped, praying he'd get lost, or that the
bus or anybody would come.
"Always loved red hair," he mused. "Is it natural?"
She didn't answer, hoping now that ignoring him would
discourage him. "Hey, is it natural?" he poked her
shoulder and she turned, glaring up at him. He was well
over six feet tall and must weight way more than twice what
she did.
"Yes! Okay!" she snapped.
"Don't get bitchy, Sara. Just wondered is all. So many of
you broads dye your hair a guy's gotta check your pussy to
make sure half the time."
She turned away again, turning her back on him.
"You got a nice ass too. A little like a boy's, but nice.
You know that?"
Her heart was pounding furiously now, her body tense as her
fear grew. Her pulse was hammering in her throat and she
was breathing in shallow little pants.
"Real nice little ass," he sighed. "Nice body, in fact.
You're kinda little but you got a nice little body. Hard
to see what your tits look like with that jacket closed
though. Why don't you open it and let me see."
"Please leave me alone," she said, her voice small.
"Leave you alone? I ain't hurtin' you, baby. I ain't
touching you. I just asked is all. I wanted to see if you
got nice tits like you got a nice ass."
She turned away again, ignoring him, her skin tingling,
light headed with terror now.
"Hey, I bet a guy my size would really squash you down,
huh? I bet you prefer fucking on top."
Again she didn't' answer.
"Or maybe you like the doggie style, huh? You like it on
all fours, that round, tight little ass in the air. Zat
it? Huh? Hey Sara, I asked you a question."
"Leave me alone!" she cried, turning and trying to dart
past him.
He backed up into the entrance, completely blocking it as
he leered down at her. "Let me out," she demanded, her
voice quavering.
"Why? The bus ain't here yet. Hey, I bet you got one
really tight little snatch there."
He reached towards her and she jumped back, almost falling
down in her haste to evade his touch.
He sniggered and folded his arms across his chest.
"Real, real tight," he said, his eyes sliding up and down
her body. "Tell me what your favorite position is, Sara."
"Please leave me alone," she whispered, hovering on the
edge of tears.
"I ain't hurting you, Sara, baby. I just wanted to know
what your favorite position is. You ain't a lezzie, are
you? You like licking pussy, sucking on clitties, sucking
tits? Huh?"
She turned away, looking in all directions for any signs of
anybody.
"I do. You know, I wouldn't blame you if you liked that.
Nothing better than sucking on a nice titty I always said.
Hey. Tell me, You got big brown nipples, or nice little
pink ones? I bet you got nice little pink nipples, don't
you?"
"Please go away?" she begged, her voice breaking now as
she fought to hold back tears.
"Hey. I'm just waiting for the bus, baby."
He moved forward and she cringed back into the far corner,
her eyes wide as she stared at him.
"You ever deep throated? You know guys really love deep
throating. I could show you how if you want."
She trembled and began to weep. He grinned, his hand
coming out and touching her hair again.
"Real nice hair," he said.
His fingers slid through her hair with growing
possessiveness, his body crowding her back into the corner.
She was whimpering and trembling and looking down at the
ground as he gripped the zipper of her jacket and slowly
eased it down until he could open her jacket and look at
her body.
She was wearing a red button down shirt. He looked at it
for a few moments.
"Looks like you got nice titties in there, Sara. Hey.
Could I see them? Huh? I'd really like to see them."
She wept harder.
"I bet that shirt would tear in pieces without half trying.
How bout you open your shirt and let me have a see huh?
Come on. Open it. Just unbutton the shirt for me, baby.
Come on. Do it."
She was terrified he'd hurt her and her fingers moved,
trembling and shaking to the buttons. Her mind was blasted
with waves of terror and fear and humiliation and she
couldn't think straight.
One by one she unbuttoned them until she reached her pants.
"Pull it out of the pants and open it," he said, his voice
impatient. She did as he told her, shaking and whimpering,
dazed and fearful.
"Nice little bra, but I want to see what kind of nipples
you got. Let's see, baby. Let's see the nipples."
She unclipped the bra and then let it slide aside, covering
herself with her shaking hands. Tears were streaming down
her cheeks now and her eyes were blurred by them as she
huddled miserably in the corner.
"Let's see them," he demanded. She slowly, tremblingly,
pulled her hands apart and down, standing, slumping in the
corner, her head bowed, body quivering.
"They're nice and pink, ain't they. Do they get real big
when your boyfriend sucks them? Or is it your girlfriend?
Huh? Huh? Hey, Play with them, Sara. Pinch them and roll
them in your fingers. I want to see them hard." Dazedly,
she did what he ordered, her hands going to her breasts,
slowly rubbing her nipples as he looked down.
"Why don't you take off that shit? Just let the shirt and
jacket slide down to the ground, baby. I want to see how
nice you look without them.
His hands touched her clothes for the first time, pushing
her shirt and jacket across her shoulders, along with her
bra.
They all slid down her arms and dropped off onto the floor,
leaving her naked from the waist up.
"Now the pants."
"Please," she moaned.
"What?"
"Please. Please don't," she wept.
"The pants, you slut. Take off the pants."
His voice and presence were so menacing she thought she
might faint.
"Take them off!" he yelled.
She screamed in shock, and her hands quickly unsnapped her
pants, then eased down the zipper. She let the pants slid
down off her hips to her knees.
"The panties. Push them down, whore."
She pushed them down, sobbing loudly now, gut wrenching
sobs that made the tears drop down onto her naked breasts.
"Whore. Look at that pussy. Sure is nice, all bald and
hairless. I'll bet you like being bald between your legs.
That way you can wave your ass around in those tiny little
bikinis, isn't it? Huh Slut? Whore? Take them off
completely, and the shoes and socks."
She almost fell but got her pants and shoes off and huddled
in the corner naked as he leered down at her. "Nice body.
Real tight I bet. You ever suck a cock?" Answer me!"
"No." she gulped.
"You lying slut. I know you have. Ever take a cock down
your throat?"
"Noooo," she wept.
"You're going to, baby," he snickered, leaning closer.
"Ever get a big thick one up the asshole? Huh? You ever
get fucked in the ass?"
"Nooo," she whimpered, sobbing loudly again.
"You're gonna," He laughed.
He took her hand, pulling it against him, rubbing it
against his crotch, up and down. She could feel his hard
erection inside his jeans and tried to pull away. He held
her wrist there against him, grinning down at her.
"Let me see you stick your finger up your cunt. Go on. Do
it or I will. Push your finger right up your cunt hole."
She looked around as if in a daze.
"Do it!" he roared.
She jerked as if struck, then her hand, her free hand,
slipped down to her groin and she eased a trembling finger
inside her pubic lips, wincing as she screwed it up into
her tight, dry vagina.
"Deeper. Bury it up your snatch, whore. Yeah, that's it.
Jerk off on it. Beat your little pussy, slut. Spread your
legs more, Sara. Wider. Now bend back, arch your back. I
want to see those hard little nipples sticking out. Yeah.
Lookit them. Look how hard they are, all stiff and wantin'
to be sucked."
Her nipples were hard, for she was freezing, her body
covered in goose bumps, trembling and shaking in the cold
night air.
"Bitch," he snickered. "Stupid little slut. I bet you
want this, don't you?" he squeezed her hand down harder
against his erection.
"Don't you? Bet you want it up that tight, wet little gash
of yours, huh? Or maybe you want it up your ass? Let me
hear you beg for it."
She wept and said nothing.
"Beg for it," he snarled. "Beg me to fuck you. Beg for
it!"
"P.... p... pleeeasse... p.. pleease f... f... fuck
me," she stuttered, her voice strangled and weak.
Her terror had broken her. The fourteen year old was his
now, and they both knew it. She didn't know exactly what
he was going to do to her but, whatever it was, she was
going to let him do it.
"Say it louder."
"P.. p... please... f... f.. fuck me," she gasped.
"Beg me to fuck you."
"Please... f.. f... fuck m... me."
"Beg me to fuck your asshole."
She moaned and whimpered and sniffled and shook her head.
"Beg for it!" he hissed.
"P... p.. please fuck... fuck my... my...
ass...asshole," she whimpered.
"Well, I dunno. I bet its tight there, tight and dirty.
Course I fucked tight white asses before. Tell you what,
you turn around and bend over. Spread your legs and grab
hold of your ankles, and I'll consider it.
"P... pleeease," she whimpered.
"You don't have to beg any more, whore. Go on. Do it."
She turned her back on him, trembling and shaking, slowly
bending over and spreading her legs. She shook and almost
fell, then bent way over and pawed at her bare ankles,
taking several attempts to grip them. "Straighten your
legs. I want to see that round little ass sticking up," he
ordered.
"Beg for it again," he said. "Beg for it, slut."
"P... p... please... f... fuck... me,"
"Get on all fours, slut. Get down on all fours like the
bitch dog you are. Yeah, go on. He shoved his foot
against her ass and she dropped to her hands and knees.
"Raise that little ass, and spread your legs. That's it.
You've done this plenty of time before."
She trembled violently, almost throwing up as her guts
churned. She waited for him to get down behind her, to use
her, rape her.
She thought of all the times she had fought to keep her
virginity and what a stupid waste that had been.
"Reach back between your legs, slut, and play with
yourself. I want you to get all warmed up for me." She
closed her eyes in new humiliation.
"Jerk off for me. I want to see those fingers jerking off
that tight little cunt box."
She reached back with one hand, her trembling fingers
touching her vaginal entrance, rubbing in jerky movements.
"Harder, slut!" he snarled. "Rub that little snatch."
She rubbed harder as he watched.
"Stick your finger up your asshole!"
The words struck her like a blow.
"Do it, you white whore!"
She eased her fingers higher, up against her asshole, then
slowly pressed one finger against her crinkled little anal
opening.
She felt her hand gripped tightly, his fingers pressing her
finger straight and jamming it into her asshole hard.
He pumped her own finger up and down in her asshole as she
whimpered and moaned and sobbed.
"Dirty little whore," he sneered.
She heard his zipper and her whimpers turned to tears
again. She closed her eyes and waited, trembling
violently, then sensed his movement behind her.
She felt his hands on her behind, rubbing, squeezing. A
hand cupped her hairless little pubic mound then squeezing.
"Nice," he said.
She felt pressure against her pussy, the pressure growing
greater. She felt his cock sliding into her, forcing its
way into her tight, dry vagina. She winced, gritting her
teeth against the pain, praying for it to be over.
"UUUUHhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, as he thrust forward. His
cock stabbed into her with savage force, ramming deep into
her, smashing through her hymen without even slowing down.
She felt a deep heartache at losing her hard held cherry
and in such a way.
He gripped her hips hard, beginning to jerk and twist his
prick inside her, ignoring her whimpers and cries, heedless
of the pain he was causing her.
He threw his hips forward hard thrusting his cock into the
center of her belly, burying his thick, bloated prong
inside her.
"Yeaaahhhh. How's it feel, whore? How's it feel with a
big nigger cock in your belly? Bet you love it. Don't
you, slut? Huh? Love it, don't you? Huh?" He slapped
the side of her head.
"Don't you?" he demanded.
"Yes," she sobbed.
"I knew it. I knew you were a cheap slut when I saw you."
He fucked her with hard, brutal strokes, the pain almost
unbearable to her.
She felt like she was being disembowelled, ripped open from
the crotch inward. She swayed and shook and bit her tongue
as he rutted into her with cruel strokes.
"Uh, yeahhhh!" he grunted, thrusting harder still and then
giving as series of hard, sharp thrusts into her.
Then she felt his cock bloat and throb hard. A hot, sticky
feeling started deep up inside her. She knew it was his
sperm, he was squirting it into her. She wailed as it
happened again. Another hard throb. Another spurt of
slimy sperm up inside her. Then another and another. She
lost count at seven spurts.
"Oooh babyyy," he gasped. "You got it now. Got my juice
up inside you. Got my cum in your cunt box."
She felt nauseous at the thought, yet also tremendously
gratified that he had finished. She hoped against hope he
would soon leave.
She also prayed that he hadn't made her pregnant.
She felt his cock pump a few more times but she could tell
it was softening. He pulled it out and she closed her eyes
in relief.
"Okay, slut, come with me." He gripped her arm and jerked
her to her feet, then dragged the naked little girl out of
the shelter and across the street. Her feet froze on the
cold concrete as he led her onto the sidewalk and then into
a small thicket of woods on the other side.
She was totally broken now, and put up no resistance.
Zombie-like, she walked silently and obediently along
beside him.
She could feel his disgusting sperm run out of her in slimy
globs. By the time they were in the woods, her crotch was
a slippery mess as were her thighs.
She even felt some of his sperm drip onto her naked feet.
She wondered dazedly "How much more of it is he going to
shoot in me."
He led her in a few feet then through her down on her
knees.
"Suck it hard again, whore."
He held his cock in one hand and her hair in the other. He
pressed his cock, oily and wet, against her lips.
She stared at it vacantly, silent.
"Suck it, slut!" he hissed. "Open your mouth or I'll
break your fucking teeth."
She hesitated slightly, then meekly opened her mouth wide,
like at the dentist's.
He pushed his wet, dirty cock into her mouth.
She gagged and retched and almost threw up but feared he'd
kill her.
"You're gonna suck me hard and then I'm gonna fuck you
right up your tight, buttery little asshole," he sniggered.
This threat broke her trance.
"Oh please noo!" she sobbed, trying to pull away, tearing
her mouth free of his cock briefly.
"Do it"! he snarled.
He gripped her hair and pulled her face in against his
crotch. He pushed his cockhead against her lips and she
surrendered.
With a pitiful, almost inaudible whimper, she opened her
mouth again for him, taking his cock deep into mouth and,
without being told, began sucking.
He grinned down as the girl sucked his cock, taking the
whole thing into her mouth.
At first, taking his black cock all the way was easy
enough, since it was soft but as she worked it over with
her tongue and sucked on it, the long black snake began to
thicken and harden.
"It's gettin' hard, slut. It's getting long and thick.
Soon it's gonna be up your asshole. You'll like that,
won't you, whore. Won't you!"
Her muffled moans and soft whimpering contradicted him and
he snickered in glee. He began to pump his cock in her
mouth, sighing in pleasure as his prong turned to steel
against her tongue. Finally he pulled it free, rubbing it
across her face as he chuckled.
"Okay, whore. It's ready. Turn around and get on all
fours like the bitch dog you are. Go on."
"Please! Please don't!" she begged.
"Shut up and do it!"
"Please. It's sick! It's horrible. Can't you... can't
you just... just fuck me in the.down there again?"
"I'll do whatever I want to you, slut!"
He pushed her to all fours and knelt behind her, his cock
sliding along her slit, sawing against the tight slit.
"So you don't want it up the asshole, huh, baby? Okay, beg
for it then. Beg me to fuck your dirty cunt."
"Please fuck me," she gasped. "Please fuck my cunt. Fuck
my dirty cunt!"
"You're twat? You're pussy? You're fuck hole? You're
slit? You're slash?"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck my twat! Fuck my slit!"
"With this big nigger cock?"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck my slit with your big nigger cock! Shove
your giant nigger cock in me to the balls! Bury it in my
dirty fuck hole!"
"Call me... call me masssah."
"Please fuck me master!" she whimpered.
"Not Master, Massah, like those southern nigger accents!"
"Please Massah! Please fuck me in the cunt, Massah!"
"What's your name, whore?"
"Ashley, Massah!"
"You told me before your name was Sarah"
"I... I'm sorry, Massah!" she sobbed.
"Does little Ashley want a hot nigger cock up her cunt
pipe?"
"Yes, Massah! Please fuck Ashley up her cunt pipe,
Massah!"
"You got it, whore. Reach back and pry your dirty little
cunt lips open for me. Go on. Pull them open."
She reached back behind her and pulled her cunt open,
shaking with cold and fear.
"Wider! Wider!"
She moaned with pain as she opened herself wide apart for
him. He grinned in pleasure.
"Now grab my cock and put it in, then back onto it."
She used the fingers of one hand to hold her cunt lips as
wide as she could, then reached between her legs and
gripped his thick prong, pressing it against her opening.
She shuffled her knees backwards in the dirt as she slid
her velvet sheath over his prick and jammed herself back
onto the shaft.
Since she was still soaked in sperm up inside her pussy,
she was able to slowly force herself back onto the thing,
impaling herself until she had the whole thing inside her
belly.
"Now fuck me, bitch. Work that little white ass on my
cock." She sobbed as she began to hump back against him.
Under his lashing tongue she was soon grinding her hips and
slapping her ass back against him with vigorous motions,
jamming herself again and again on his hard cock.
Suddenly he pulled out, holding her in place.
"So I've fucked you. I said I would, right? I fucked your
cunt. Now I want that asshole."
"Pleeeeeassssee!" she sobbed.
"Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart."
"Please, Massah! Please Massah!"
"Do it," he snarled.
The shaking, trembling girl reached back and pulled her ass
cheeks apart, whining and groaning in anxiety and fear.
She gave a short cry as she felt his cockhead pressing
against her anus, then gritted her teeth and gasped in pain
as he put more and more pressure against her sphincter.
His cockhead slowly forced her asshole open and sank down
into her.
She groaned and moaned and mewled in pain as his log sank
deeper and deeper into her rectum. Her ass stung and ached
as his giant cock slid further inside.
"Yeahhhh," he sighed. "Nice little white ass meat."
He gripped her hips and thrust hard, drawing a cry of pain
from the tormented girl as his cock drove deep. He drew
back then thrust again, burying his cock in her tight anal
tube.
With hardly any hesitation, with no time to let her ass
become accustomed to his girth, he began to pump, tearing
his cock up and down inside her.
Soon he was pounding his cock with savage force and speed,
sodomising the weeping, shaking girl with no regard to her
pain. His cock skewered her with terrible violence,
ripping in and out of her tight, aching tunnel. His
cockhead pumped like a butter churn in her anus as his hips
rocked the girl again and again.
Then he came, dropping thick, white loads of jism down her
asshole, sighing in pleasure as he felt the sperm shooting
into her trembling, spasming guts.
Ashley took it all. Felt his cock blast sperm up into her
like a fire hose.
Then, when he pulled out, she felt another torrent of hot,
slimy sperm run ourt of her and down her legs.
Then, still broken, her spirit destroyed, she let him shove
her to her knees.
She made no protest as he shoved his shit and sperm covered
cock into her throat again, and submissively knelt there
while he fucked her mouth.
When he came a third time, squirting long ropes of slimy
nigger sperm into her mouth, she swallowed over and over.
He left her then, naked and covered in sperm.
She crawled back to the bus stop and struggled into her
clothes.
She had missed the bus she'd been waiting for. She sat
silently and waited for the next.
As she did, she felt and saw a large stain forming on the
crotch of her jeans from his sperm leaking out of her.
Two weeks later, at the same bus stop, he walked up to her,
This time there were other people there who could help her.
But she said nothing as he took her hand and led her to the
woods.
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