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 Episode 4 of enjoying my superpower to move around the world in astral
projection and witness whatever scenes I want.
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   EPISODE 4.
   I'm curious to see what developed with that first girl and her two men,
but I'm also curious to move on and see new and varied things.  The last
episode, looking in on the 2 girlies from my very own neighbourhood, gave
me an idea:
   I'm thinking about that recent news in my native UK about the Asian
underage sex gangs.
   The girls involved were not Asian, but the men were, predominantly. 
They targeted white girls - `groomed' in official parlance - in order to
fuck them.  It sounded really quite skilled and organized, with the girls
being initially befriended and seduced by such things as gifts, drink or
rides in flash cars, but eventually finding themselves virtually as sex
slaves.  They were usually mid-teen but sometimes younger.  The girls could
be from `surprisingly well-to-do neighbourhoods', said one report.  A
curious nuance about the whole thing was whether it was just basic lust for
young girls, or whether it had racial overtones.  Was it a case of these
Pakistani or Middle Eastern enclaves in Britain wanting to assert power of
the `female white trash'?  I decided to take a look, defining my search
parameters as simply `a typical case, but the girl must be fairly
pretty'...
   I'm in a bedroom of a tenement building, a typical residence for Asian
communities and the lower classes in English inner cities, and a girl of 14
is with a harsh-looking Asian man in his 30s.  I know her age, because it
was mentioned a lot in their slightly fretful conversations prior, she
claiming feebly that she was `not ready'.  She relented, after lengthy
seduction/pressure.  The door is closed, but not locked, and there are
others in the flat.  The point of no return has almost certainly already
been reached, but it feels symbolised when he nudges her chin up and kisses
her on the cheek and lips.
   "You're so pretty," he says.  She smiles shyly, a mixture of friendship
and intimidation in her eyes.  He starts to undress, and nods to the bed.
"You undress now too, Clara, we'll get in the bed."
   I'm struck by the simple lack of ceremony to the moment.  It's as if
she's stripping merely in a dressing room for school sport, or something,
but there's a meekness and tension in her face which betrays otherwise. 
Hell, she's cute - better than I expected - with beautiful shoulder-length
brown hair framing a cherubic but not very clever face, and a bit of blue
eye shadow (I wonder if `they' suggested that?).  Her body takes the
laurels though, my God: a slender gently curving vision, and aesthetically
established femininity with slender curves, small tits and buttocks.  She
has a small brown triangle of cunt hair.  He is already erect, sporting a
quite short but muscly body.  He's not a lot taller than she, and I suspect
that is faintly embarrassing to him but thrilling.
   Once on the bed his approach is mindful if not sympathetic to `what' she
is, going slowly and talking reassuringly, and he clinically produces lube
which he smears between her legs during the uncovered canoodling.  He
doesn't kiss her face much, but does on her neck quite a lot, almost
`biting'.  He fondles her breasts and sucks on them very deliberately and a
lot, with she timidly looking at the ceiling, attempting a semblance of
erotic smiling as her ravaging progresses.  For that's what it is: it is
wanton lust for her body, characterized by repeated groping of her soft
young bottom and vulva seeking no permission.  He handles her slim legs
like a crude attempt at masseuring, and his mouth constantly follows on
from where his hands have been.  He does not lick her cunt as much as I
expected, though, but there comes a spell when he steadily finger-fucks it.
He probes her sex in relentless fascination, urging her to reciprocate the
mouth-kisses he gives her during this.
   She is clearly a little overwhelmed by the tongue-rooting, and flinching
or even yelping a little at the finger invasions.  She certainly at least
`copes', though, letting her legs open quite wide, knees raised and thighs
twitching in borderline discomfort-pleasure.  She gives off the impression
she at least in part believes this makes her a woman, and that she `ought'
to be doing all this.  When his finger-raping reaches a certain intensity,
he decides the time has come.  He in fact says, "Right, it's time, Clara."
   He adds in smooth tones, "Don't worry now, enjoy."
   There are no frills to this, either, but again he seems quite skilled.
He does not seem like a frustrated or incompetent virgin, but he's clearly
urgently claiming a central prize in his life.  He gets on top of her, with
some last rubbing of her cunt with 2 carefully-placed fingers, and his
course dark legs part her young Caucasian ones.  He settles his elbows
around her, placing one hand hand over the top of her head.  She knows what
the position entails well enough, even though her requests for him not to
hurt her lend extra confirmation to her virginity.  She lets her thighs be
well parted, and her ankles hover a few inches above the mattress.
   Moaning and mild grimacing commences from her, as penetration is being
gained.  He uses a hand for guidance initially, but enters her rather
efficiently.  His progress is accompanied by more severe grimaces, and he
settles into a steady but well pronounced pelvic thrusting.  It would look
like normal, ethical and lusty sex if it were not for her nubile age and
ambiguous consent, and in my invisibility I'm nodding in fascination that a
14-year-old vagina and adult erection are plenty compatible.
   "Agh," she whines.  "Agh!"
   I believe I also hear voices outside the door that have come closer, but
I do not take a look as I don't want to miss the culmination of the `rape',
if that's what we are to call it.  The age-gap is most powerfully
highlighted now, with him riding her with his much broader and mature
physique, and her sheer slim girlieness wrapped around him submissively. 
That basic open-legged posture of the female in missionary has an eternal
carnal aesthetic, and it's positively arresting when she is so young and
obedient.
   Relentlessly he ploughs her, with no more than a hint of concern for her
`abilities', driving his hard long meat into that tight little hairy
entrance to her body.  His hand is around her head again, and his other
hand cupping a bony shoulder.  Her face is more pained now, looking out to
the side and gasping.  Towards the end he paws her breasts, such as they
are.
   "Shh," he pants.  "It's okay, Clara, you doing well..."
   With a final, fast flourish of humping he reaches his craved `moment',
squirting his Asian semen in his young white catch.  He grunts with an
obvious lack of true love, but undisguised lust.  He grips her hair and
grinds in her cunt until his ejaculation is done, eventually rolling off
her, whereupon she moans either in relief or an attempt to act like a
woman.
   "Keep them open, baby," he says, about her legs.  She does, as he pushes
her furthest thigh out.
   He utters something approving as he takes a look at her intimacy, the
visible white leakage from her dainty muff.  Clara herself looks abashed
and uncertain.  "Was I good?" she asks.
   "Really good," my darling.  He lays on a praising tone.  He gives her
chin that tickle again, which looks more like ownership than affection.  "I
just got to go out, I'll be back in a few."
   He leaves the room, after putting a gown on.  I watch Clara for a short
while, to see how she uses the spell of privacy.  She sits herself up, in
an expression which mixes a bit of perplexity with an attempt to act cool
about what has just happened to her.  Funnily enough, she's blushing only
now.  She glances to her inner thighs, draws her knees up, but then decides
to pull a cover over her instead and sit there with straight legs, waiting
for whatever is the next stage of her `growing up'.
   It is the events outside the room, however, which leave me with the
biggest dilemma what to do with my powers next.  He walks some distance
away from the bedroom with two other guys, has hand on one of their backs.
They are all enthusing, buddy-like but urgent.
   "Wow mate, it sounded good," one says.
   "It was.  Yeah," he nods, in answer to a question that's obviously been
hanging from earlier.  "You and Adrian can get a shot tonight.  Just give
it a bit, let me work on her, okay?"
   The two other Asians seem happy with that, as if these shenanigans are
par for the course.  I'm finding it extra curious, though, that the
`Adrian' referred to was clearly not one of those two.  It seems HE is in
the living room.
   I flit back in to the bedroom.  I have no sympathy for Clara, even
though there maybe is vulnerability and sadness in her face.  I'm not
forgetting the sheer aloofness and unattainability of them when I was their
age, so hooray that here is one who has been made to give up her gorgeous
young body for a bit of pleasure for men, growing up on our terms instead
of her own.
   Fuck her.
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