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Subject: {ASI; ASSI} "Chloe Finds Big Trouble" (1/2) [M/f, inc, ped, drug/alc, mast, spanking, rape]
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Hello to all in ASI/ASSI. I've been lurking awhile here, and thought I
should finally throw a pebble in the pond.
TMWYT, & TIA. Enjoy!
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Chloe Finds Big Trouble
Chloe sat nervously in her seat on the school bus as it rambled down
the street toward her house. She stared furtively out the window,
aimlessly tugging at her ponytails, hoping somehow the bus would never
reach its destination. She considered not even getting on the bus to
begin with; even running away. Chloe knew there was nowhere to run...
She knew she was in big trouble.
***
Chloe had just turned 12, and was already starting to run with the
fast crowd. She had many friends, but was never considered to be one
of the "cool" kids until the previous summer. Her friend Amy had
introduced her to pot, insisting that "only the coolest people smoke".
Of course, Chloe wanted to be part of the "in" group, and it wasn't
long before she was getting high with Amy and her friends, and doing
everything else that they did. This included dressing very
provocatively. Chloe had started to develop rapidly, and even though
she was tiny for her age (she was the shortest girl in her class), she
was already out-growing her training bra. Her pert little breasts
stood out proudly, topped by big puffy gumdrop nipples. It gave Chloe
a special thrill to show off her body; she knew what effect it had on
boys and men.
Chloe and Amy would often go to the mall and show off. Chloe's father
did not approve of her daring outfits, so she would have to change out
of her more mundane clothing at Amy's house. The two would usually
wear tight little midriff tee shirts and very short skirts, or short
shorts that revealed some butt cheek, and a little flash of satiny
panties. At the mall, their favorite "game" was to tease the
guy at the pet shop. they would go in and play with the puppies,
bending over as they did so, flashing their behinds to the shopkeeper.
She couldn't tell, but Chloe was sure that he was touching himself
behind the counter.
Once, Chloe's father caught her at her "game" with Amy at the mall.
Outraged, he dragged her home to a wild spanking and a long lecture
about "Evil Amy".He warned her not to hang around Amy anymore, and
lectured Chloe about acting like a slut. "I am a slut", she thought to
herself, even though she played the innocent-little-daddy's-girl
angle, feigning ignorance of her wanton ways. However, that didn't
avert the spanking...
"He's always spanking me for something", Chloe thought. It seemed to
her that no matter what she did, it wasn't good enough for her father.
If she said the wrong thing, if she was five minutes late coming home-
it was straight to her room to wait for her punishment. He expected
her to be ready for it, too. This meant that she had to take off her
pants and panties and stand in front of her bed awaiting his arrival.
When he came into the room, he would sit down on her bed and she was
to bend over his knee with her ass in the air. Once, Chloe failed to
remove her panties before he got there, and after he practically
ripped the little cotton briefs off her bottom, gave her a spanking
twice as hard and long as any she had gotten before. Chloe hated being
in trouble like that all the time, although there was something about
being spanked- afterwards she noticed a strangely satisfying tingle
between her legs, and her nipples would grow stiff. Sometimes, she
would get that tingle between her legs while waiting naked from the
waist down for her spanking. When it was all over, she would often lay
on her bed and rub her budding tits and smooth little slit as the
sting of her buttocks gave way to ripples of pleasure. Chloe
thought,"the spankings aren't so bad, but Daddy ought to lighten up.
Maybe if he didn't drink so much..."
***
...but this time it was different...
***
As the bus neared her house, Chloe fidgeted, fingering the hem of her
skirt. She wished that she didn't do it, or at least didn't get
caught. She knew that the Headmaster would tell her parents; he said
he would. She was also sure that the old pervert wasn't going to
explain what he was doing standing at the bottom of the stairwell
looking up the girls' skirts.
***
Lately, Chloe had been getting a lot of attention from the boys at
school, and she delighted in teasing them. The tiny pleated skirt
of her school uniform was already very short, but she still would hike
it up another inch or two, so that the crotch of her panties would
just peek out under the hem even when she stood straight up. Often,
she would be bent over the water fountain in the crowded hallway when
suddenly an anonymous hand would brush between her slightly spread
thighs and up to her pussy, sending an electric jolt through her that
seemed to jump from her clit to her nipples. She would always jump up
in mock surprise, but it was expected.
Chloe also loved to tease her English teacher, Mr. Bosch. He always
acted so studious and aloof, but Chloe knew he was always watching
her. She sat in the front of his class, so she could let him catch a
peek up her skirt. She had a favorite pair of frilly, tight pink nylon
panties just for this purpose. the fabric was sheer and see-through,
and with her legs apart, showed off her plump little cuntlips quite
nicely. Sometimes Chloe would fix her panties so that the crotch would
be tightly wedged in the fold of her plump mound.She loved the way the
material would rub and tug against her little love button as she
walked to class, and she knew Mr. Bosch appreciated the tempting view.
Chloe reveled in her teacher's lewd stare as she pretended to study.
Today, Chloe decided to give Mr. Bosch a special treat. She decided
that she wasn't going to wear any panties at all to his class, or to
school for that matter.
When Chloe got to school,she was perfectly horny. She was so excited,
she could hardly contain herself. As she went down the walkway she
felt the crisp November air nipping at her bare young pussy. She got
such a naughty thrill knowing that something could happen, like the
wind blowing her skirt up, that would reveal her sexy secret to
everyone. She got that tingle between her legs again as she entered
the school building, eagerly awaiting English class.
Chloe sat at the front of the class as usual, this time taking a test,
occasionally looking up to see Mr. Bosch staring at her bare slit. She
opened her legs a little wider, and pretended not to notice. Mr.
Bosch made no such pretence, and after about twenty minutes of staring
at Chloe's glistening mound, got up to go to the men's room to relieve
himself. It was all Chloe could do not to reach down and rub her
aching pussy.
At the end of school, Chloe was walking down the stairwell when she
noticed the headmaster glowering at her below. When she reached him at
the bottom of the stairs, all he said was, "my office, now."
The headmaster closed the door to his office. In a steely tone he
said, "Do you mind explaining yourself, young lady?"
"I don't know what you mean," Chloe trembled.
"I mean this," he said as he abruptly reached under Chloe's skirt,
forcefully cupping her little vagina.
"Where are your panties?"
Chloe was shocked; a thousand things raced through her mind at once.
How did he know? Did Mr. Bosch tell? Why would he? What next? After
what seemed like an hour of dizzying thoughts colliding in her head,
she become dimly aware that the headmaster's hand was still firmly
planted on her mound, one finger firmly wedged between her moistening
lips, wriggling up into the entrance of her young virgin cunt. Chloe
hated the man, but somehow it felt good...
***
Chloe got off the bus at Jenny and Kyle's stop, instead of her own, a
few blocks away. She was so nervous, she needed to relax and calm
down, so she decided she should walk the remaining distance home.
Chloe cut through the yard of the house behind hers, making her way to
the acre wide patch of woods between them. Mid way through the woods,
Chloe stopped at her and Amy's secret meeting place behind the remains
of an old stone wall. She fished around in her pocketbook for a few
moments, finally withdrawing a lighter and a joint which Amy had given
her earlier at school.
Crouching down, she leaned slightly back against one of the large
stones and lit the joint. Chloe inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with
the thick, sweet tasting smoke. As she held the hit, her mind returned
to the events of the afternoon. She thought about what happened in the
Headmaster's office- How the old man made contact without any prelude;
how he grinned sinfully as he fondled the young girls's soft muff.
Chloe could still feel the Headmaster's big hand gripping her sex,
exposed, without benefit of panties. She could still feel that thick
wicked finger tapping insistently at the Gate of her Femininity.
Responding to the urgent need to breathe, Chloe exhaled explosively,
panting heavily to catch her breath. Still the images raced through
her mind- the Headmaster at the bottom of the stairs, looking up her
skirt; the forcible fingering she suffered at his hands; Mr. Bosch
staring between Chloe's nubile little thighs; and the great lump she
saw in his khaki trousers as he rose from his desk. Again, Chloe hit
the joint, a long deep drag. She wondered about Mr. Bosch going to the
men's room. She wished she could see him reveal his manhood; she
longed for the Mage to present his thick, fleshy Magic Wand to the
sweet young apprentice. Chloe fantasized that he would use it on her,
conferring upon her the status of Adept. She desperately wanted Mr.
Bosch to be her first; she wanted him to take her cherry and keep it
forever. But as she tried to visualize Mr. Bosch with his organ ready
to penetrate her, the image was replaced by the Headmaster reaching
forward to probe her with his pudgy hand. Chloe exhaled in disgust.
Disgusted not of the image, but of the fact that she was so captivated
by it. "He's an evil, dirty old pervert," she thought, "he shouldn't
be doing things like that to 12 year old girls." She felt dirty. She
knew somebody did something wrong, but now she wasn't sure if it was
him or her. Chloe raised the joint again,gingerly placing it to her
full pouting lips, kissing it the way she imagined kissing the tip of
Mr. Bosch's steely dan. She hungrily sucked the smoke it gave; in the
process, painting the tip of it with her frosty candy-pink lip gloss.
As she held her breath, she could feel her heart pound, more heavy
with each beat. She felt her pulse in her chest, and in her temples.
She felt the pounding in her arms and legs. Chloe felt the pounding in
her sensitive stiffening nipples, and deep within her throbbing
vagina. Chloe's mind wandered again, the Headmaster's cruel words
echoing in her memory. She felt both ashamed and terribly excited when
he called her "dirty little girl", and "slut". "You don't even make a
decent whore," he told Chloe, "any whore worth her cum charges money
for her pussy, but you're just giving it away. You're just a common
slut." Chloe dizzily exhaled, ridding herself of the spent pot smoke,
but she could not rid herself of the abusive Headmaster's image. The
tingling sensation returned to its place between her legs, and she
became aware of her braless nipples straining against the taut fabric
of her starched white blouse. As she took another toke, she lazily
pulled back the front of her uniform's pleated mini skirt, exposing
her moist juvenile mons. As the hit she took began to go to her head,
she thoughtlessly traced her fingers up the inside of her slightly
parted thighs. Soon, her slender finger found the wet fold between the
petals of her little girl flower, and it slid easily in the dew now
seeping from her rosy cleft. As she gently stroked her slit, Chloe
wondered about men's fixation on pussy. "I know," she thought, "it's
because they all wish they had one, 'cause this feels sooo gooood!",
and she moaned quietly as her roving digit found her love button.
Chloe put the joint down, and let her other hand join the first. With
one hand Chloe began to finger fuck her tight hole, first slowly, and
then more rapidly. with the other hand she pinched at the little hood
protecting her swelling clitoris. As she increased the rhythm of her
rubbing, her soft moans became louder, more punctuated. Soon she was
furiously rubbing her throbbing clit, and thrusting her middle finger
deep in her hole. The image of the Headmaster came to her again, his
insolent hands up under her skirt- boorishly clutching her tender
buttocks with one, the other twisting and driving its large middle
finger up into her tiny cunt, knuckles brazenly crashing into her sore
little clit with each stroke, and Chloe too afraid to cry out. He
seemed to her something other than human, almost apelike, like some
perverted gorilla pawing at her snatch. Suddenly, Chloe felt the first
uncontrollable twitches in her thighs and in her belly. Her moaning
became a staccato utterance, nearly grunting with each tic. Finally
the twitch in Chloe's belly suddenly exploded into a full- blown
spasm. At that moment her busy little hands froze, trembling, buried
deep in her sopping wet pussy, and she convulsed as her wild orgasm
took control.
Basking in the afterglow of her orgsam, Chloe opened her eyes and
marveled at the beauty of the low autumn sun filtering through the
bare tree limbs, her glistening thighs and crotch dappled with orange
sunbeams. She became aware of the earthy smell of the forest floor,
and focused on the echoing sound of a lone robin yapping in the
distance. The temperature was dropping, and now Chloe could see her
breath. She shivered as she collected her things and stood up,
smoothing out her skirt in front and adjusting the bands of her
stockings to their proper place just above her knees. She checked her
watch, and realized with a start that she was nearly half an hour late
getting home. She also began to realize just how high she was. She
decided it didn't much matter, her father would notice anyway.
Chloe swiftly made her way through the trees, across the back yard,
and around the side of the house. She quietly opened the front door,
and stole inside. The lights were all out, and only a little of the
setting sun's light made it through the kitchen windows in back,
barely lighting the foyer where she stood. Chloe hoped no one would
notice her arrival, and she could sneak up to her room and quickly
slip on a pair of panties. That way, she figured, she could deny
anything the Headmaster might have said to her father. Quite possibly,
she could also avoid getting in trouble for being late. Slowly,
nervously, Chloe began to ascend the stairs. She was nearly at the top
of the staircase when her hopes were dashed.
"Chloe," she heard. She froze in place. The sound of her father's
voice sent butterflies through her stomach.
***
Continued in part 2
(too much to write in one sitting,
I'll have the rest out in a day or two.)
Cezanne