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Author: Circ_05
Title: Raping Molly
Part: 1
Universe: Raping Molly
Summary: Little Molly gets raped in the park, losing her cherry to a
dog.
Keywords: Mg, bst, extreme ped, nc, rape, preg
   THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN OR
PEOPLE WHO MIGHT FIND SUCH CONTENT OFFENSIVE.  IF YOU BELIEVE READING THIS
KIND OF MATERIAL IS A SIN, I HOPE YOU BURN FOR IT.  ALL CHARACTERS AND
EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.  __
   If you like the story, or if you would like to spam me with viruses, you
can reach me at circ_05@yahoo.com or you can usually find me hanging out at
the Kristen Archive forums www.kristensboard.com
   Special thanks to 'Molly' for inspiring me, XOXO.
   On with the show...
   ___
   "No, I've already drank too much, I don't want any more!" Molly said.
   "Come on, just drink the rest of the bottle, I dare you!" Brad said.
   Molly and Brad were sitting together in the back of Derek's car, Derek
was sitting in the driver seat next to Molly's friend, Joan.  It was late
at night and the car was parked under some trees in the local park.
   "Yeah, come on, don't be a chicken shit," Derek said.
   Molly looked to Joan for help, but Joan looked away and said nothing.
   At 12, Molly was the youngest person in the car.  Her friend, Joan, was
14 and had lied to the boys, telling them that Molly was 14 as well.  Derek
and Brad were both 16.  This was the first time Molly had ever hung out
with boys like this, and the first time she had ever drank alcohol.
   Joan had told her parents that she was staying at Molly's house, and
Molly's parents were out of town, so Joan had called her older brother's
friend Derek, who she had a crush on, and told him to bring a friend and
take them out for a drive.
   "Come on, there isn't that much left.  This much whiskey won't get you
that drunk at all," Brad said.  There was at least a third of the bottle
left.
   Molly's lip started quivering and she was about to start crying.  She
really didn't want to drink anymore; the two shots she had had already were
already making her a little dizzy.
   "Aw fuck her, she's a little chicken shit.  Give me the bottle," Derek
said.
   The words stung Molly, and she angrily grabbed the bottle.  She didn't
want to seem like a little kid in front of these older boys.  "Fine, I'll
drink it."
   Molly took a deep breath, then started chugging the rest of the bottle.
She finished the bottle and dropped it to the floor of the car as she
fought the urge to throw up.  She started moaning and grabbed her head with
her hands.
   "I don't feel so good," Molly said.
   "Don't worry, just give it a few minutes and you should feel really
good," Brad said as he put his hand on Molly's thigh and started slowly
working his way under her skirt.  He made contact with her pussy and
started rubbing her through her underwear while she was moaning with her
head between her hands.
   Molly finally realized what Brad was doing and pushed his arm away.
   "No, I...  hic...  can't do that, I don't want to have...  hic...  sex!"
Molly said.
   "Why the fuck not?" Brad said.
   "'Cause I'll get pregnant.  Momma said that...  that since I got my
first period...  hic...  last month, that from now on I'll, I'll get
pregnant if I have sex." Molly said.
   The boys started laughing.
   "Don't worry, baby.  You won't get pregnant, I have a condom." Brad said
and started grabbing her thigh.
   "No!" Molly yelled and pushed him away again.
   "Quit fucking with me!" Brad yelled at her as he tried to get his hands
under her skirt.
   Molly started flailing her arms against Brad.
   "Dude, come on, I don't want to get in trouble," Derek said from the
front seat.
   Brad stopped and looked at Derek.  "Fine," Brad said "You owe me a
bottle of whiskey then."
   Brad looked back at Molly who was cringing against the car door trying
to get as far away from Brad as she could.
   "But fuck this bitch," Brad said.  He reached across in front of her and
opened her door causing her to fall out of the car because she was leaning
against the door when it opened.  Brad moved her feet out of the doorway
and shut the door, "Let's get out of here.  That bitch can walk home."
   "We can't just leave her here in the dark alone!" Joan said.
   "You want to get out with her?" Brad said.
   Joan shut her mouth and looked away from her friend on the ground.
   "That's what I thought.  Come on, let's go." Brad said.
   Derek put the car in drive and started to drive away.  Brad threw
Molly's purse at her through the window as they pulled away.
   Molly was on her hands and knees on the ground, her head hanging between
her shoulders, crying.  She looked up and caught a blurry glimpse of the
red tail lights of the car before they disappeared around a turn down the
dirt-road and were gone.
   The silence of the park at night struck Molly as she began looking
around.  Other than vague shapes in the darkness, all she could see was
some kind of street-lamp in the distance.  She wobbly stood up and started
stumbling her way toward it, trying not to vomit with each step.
   The alcohol Molly chugged in the car was making her more and more woozy
as she got closer to the light.  She finally reached it and leaned against
the pole as the world started to spin around her.
   Matt had been jogging through the park with his dog for about 20 minutes
when he spotted Molly underneath the lamp-post in the distance along the
jogging trail.  He slowed down as he neared her.  Buddy pulled at his
leash, eager to meet the new person.
   Matt was surprised to see anyone else in the park at all at this time of
night.  He usually jogged here every night without seeing another soul.
   As Matt got closer to the girl, he realized that she was quite young,
and he started to smell the stink of alcohol coming off her from fifteen
feet away.
   Molly heard Buddy's metal dog-tags jangling and looked up.  Matt was
standing at the edge of the light that the lamp was spilling on the ground;
but Buddy was well within her site, wagging his tail and trying to get
closer to her.
   "Oh, cute doggy!" Molly said and stumbled toward Buddy.  Halfway to the
dog she fell to her knees.  "Oops!" she said and started giggling, not
bothering to try to get up.
   Buddy pulled Matt closer to the girl and finally reached her.  Buddy
started licking her face as the girl laughed and started petting him.
   "Uh, how did you get out here at this time of night?  It's not safe for
a little girl to be out here alone." Matt said.
   Molly was a startled by Matt's voice.  She tried to look at him but
couldn't keep both of her eyes on his face for more than a second or two at
a time.  "I'm not a little girl!  Momma says I'm a young lady now!" Molly
said and then squealed with laughter as Buddy licked her neck.
   "Right.  How old are you?" Matt said.
   "I'm...  hic...  I'm 11 years old.  No, wait!  I forgot, I just
turned... uhm, 12!"
   Matt's cock started stirring to life when she mentioned her age.  He'd
always had a thing for young girls, but had never had the opportunity to do
anything more than fantasize.  He started looking around to see if anyone
else was around.  He saw nothing but trees.  He knew that this park was
usually deserted at this time of night, and his car had been the only one
in the parking lot.  Matt knew that it was very likely they were the only
people in the park at all at the moment.
   "She's so drunk, she wouldn't even remember if I felt her up a bit."
Matt thought to himself.
   Matt weighed the risks of playing with the girl here, at this time of
night.  He decided that he had a better than good chance of feeling up some
12 year old pussy and not getting caught.  He couldn't pass up this
opportunity.
   "12 huh?  Is that right?" he said as he walked to one side of the path
to look down it as far as he could.  No one.  He turned around and tried to
see as far the other way as he could.  He could see for a long ways in
either direction and there was nothing in sight except trees.  "What's your
name?" he said as he was turning back to her.
   "I don't think I should tell, tell you, you're a straaaanger." Molly
said with a silly grin on her face.
   "A person is only a stranger until you know their name.  My name is
Matt, and this here is Buddy.  So now we aren't strangers anymore, are we?"
   "Oh, ok!  Hi Buddy!  I'm Molly!" Molly said as she hugged Buddy.
   An evil grin spread across Matt's face.  "You want a ride home?"
   "Yeah, that would be grrrrrreat!" Molly said.  She laughed as she tried
to stand.  She had barely gotten to her feet before she fell back to her
hands and knees, laughing.
   Buddy put his nose under her skirt and lifted it up as he started
sniffing her pussy.  Molly laughed more and wiggled her ass to try to get
away from him.  "No, Buddy!  Bad doggy!"
   Half of Buddy's face was under her dress and his tail was wagging as he
started licking her pussy through her underwear.
   Matt couldn't believe what he was seeing: Buddy was licking this little
girl's pussy right there on the trail.  He took another look around, then
reached down to pull her dress over her back, then pulled her underwear
down around her thighs to give Buddy direct access to her little pussy.
   Matt admired her bald little pussy for a moment before Buddy eagerly
pushed past him and began licking the little girl's ass hole.
   Molly shrieked as Buddy's tongue met her sensitive bare flesh.
   The sound made Matt panic for a moment, sure that someone must have
heard.  Matt checked the trail both ways again.  Still no one.  He knew
that there was no one around to hear anything even if she did scream, but
he knew that he had to keep an eye on the trail just in case they weren't
alone in the park.
   Matt knew that if anyone happened along right now, he would have to run
into the woods.  With a bit of adrenaline pumping through him, Matt went
back to watching the girl get eaten out by Buddy's long, rough tongue.
   Matt wanted to feel the girl up, and then get out of there; but watching
Buddy lick her ass hole and pussy has gotten him hard as hell.
   Molly giggled and shrieked as she tried to push her self up with her
hands; but she couldn't seem to get coordinated enough to complete the task
of getting up.  She was still wiggling her ass in an attempt to get Buddy
to stop licking her private parts, but Buddy didn't mis a beat as she moved
her ass back and forth, he moved his head to follow her ass.
   Buddy seemed to be getting more excited.  He relented with his tongue
for a moment and turned toward Matt, panting and wagging his tail.
   Matt smiled at how happy Buddy seemed.  "This shit is so fucking wrong,
but so fucking hot," Matt thought to himself.
   Matt figured it was his turn to play with her pussy, he turned his head
to check down the trail again.
   "Ooof!  What are you doing, Silly?" Molly said.
   Matt turned his head back toward Molly on the ground and saw Buddy on
top of her.  Buddy's dog-tags were jangling as he thrust his hips at her
ass.
   Matt stood there in aroused shock as Molly started screaming.
   "Get him off me!  Please mister, I'm a virgin..." she started saying,
then let out a blood curdling scream as Buddy slapped his hips all the way
against her ass as his cock finally felt a warm wet hole and slipped
inside, immediately beginning to grow to full erection within her little
pussy, tearing past her hymen and starting to fill her little pussy with
doggy-cum all in a matter of seconds.
   The scream scared Matt out of his transfixed state, he instinctively
looked both ways on the trail again as Molly kept screaming.  He looked
back to Molly and saw Buddy thrusting away behind her.
   "Oh my god!  It keeps getting bigger!  Please mister, you gotta get him
out of me, it hurts so bad!" Molly screamed.
   Matt knew that Buddy's knot was already inside the little girl, and
pulling him out now would only hurt her more.  He would have to wait until
Buddy calmed down a little.
   Matt was terrified, this girl was screaming her head off, someone was
bound to hear this.  He knelt down and put his hand over her mouth.  She
kept trying to scream into his hand as Buddy stopped thrusting and stood
there over her back panting, his cock lodged in her pussy and still
cumming.
   "Shhhh!  Stop screaming!  Look, if I pull him out now, it will tear your
pussy apart, you have to wait a few minutes at least and then I can try to
pull him out of you, ok?" Matt said.
   Tears streamed down Molly's face and onto Matt's hand as he held it over
her mouth.  She began trying to talk into his hand.
   Matt slowly moved his hand away from her mouth.
   "Oh god, please mister...  this hurts so bad, please, please, get it out
of me!" Molly said before she started crying uncontrollably.
   "I told you, just wait a minute, and it'll be fine."
   "I want to go hooooome!" Molly said in between sobs.
   "Don't worry, you'll be alright, just calm down."
   Buddy started stepping around with his hind legs, trying to pull his
cock out of Molly, causing her to scream again.  Matt knew it was too soon,
he reached up and grabbed Buddy's collar to hold him still and put his hand
over Molly's mouth again.
   Matt was scared someone would come by and catch him but, his cock was
still rock hard.  He had only intended to have a little bit of fun with
this little girl before helping her out, and now here she was with Buddy's
cock lodged in her little pussy.
   "If she was telling the truth, then she just got her cherry popped by a
dog." Matt thought to himself.  The thought made him feel guilty but also
made his cock strain harder against his pants.
   Molly started screaming into Matt's hand again as Buddy started stepping
around with his hind legs again.  Molly was thrashing her head back and
forth, occasionally causing her mouth to become free of his hand and
briefly filling the night with her screams before Matt could get his hand
back over her mouth.  Matt heard a wet popping sound as Buddy's cock popped
out of her pussy.  Matt's cock twitched in his pants when he realized what
the sound was.  "Holy shit, that cock must have been in there so fucking
tight to make that sound," Matt thought to himself.
   Molly fainted after Buddy pulled out of her.  Matt laid her out on the
ground and then looked to Buddy.  Buddy had his head turned around and was
licking Molly's virginal blood and his cum off of his still-hard cock as it
continued to spurt cum onto the ground.  Matt saw Buddy's cock-knot and
thought "That's as big as my fist!" He couldn't imagine something so big
being in such a little girl.
   Matt heard Molly starting to snore as he stood up.  He checked the trail
again, then started pacing as he tried to figure out what he was going to
do.
   "I can't get in trouble for this, I haven't done anything to her myself,
theres not really evidence of anything here, except that she was fucked by
a dog.  Even if she got up the courage to tell her parents, they would
never go to the police; they wouldn't want the whole town to know that
their daughter had sex with a dog, even if it was rape." Matt thought to
himself.
   Molly was still snoring on the ground as Matt paced.  "Maybe she was too
drunk to remember any of this....  No...  she was definitely drunk as hell,
but...  having a dog cock shoved up your 12 year old virgin cunt is
probably a sobering experience.  Shit, I'll just have to hope that it was
too dark for her to get a good look at my face." Matt thought to himself.
   Matt paced past Buddy who had laid down on the ground and was still
licking his own cock.
   "She's passed out now though, anything after this...  she won't
remember." Matt thought to himself.
   Matt stopped pacing and turned an evil look to the small, snoring form
on the ground.  She was on her face, her dress was still pulled up over her
back, and her underwear had moved down to her knees.  Her bare little ass
pointed at the sky.
   "What could it hurt?  She's already been raped by Buddy, she won't tell
anyone about that.  If I fuck her now, she'll only remember being raped by
Buddy.  She's 12, so she probably hasn't even had a period yet; so I can't
knock her up.  Plus she said she was a virgin; so I can't catch anything
from her.  And shes fucking 12!  I may never get an opportunity like this
again in my life." Matt thought to himself.
   Matt nudged her with his foot, she kept snoring.  He nudged her harder,
still no response.
   "I can't fuck her mouth, too much risk of getting bitten.  I'd feel bad
if she got her pussy and her ass raped on the same night; besides as far as
she knows, the dog that raped her only raped her pussy, so if I want to
remain an anonymous sperm donor, the pussy it will have to be." Matt
thought to himself.
   His mind made up, Matt checked both directions on the trail again.  Then
he rolled Molly onto her back, pulled her underwear off her legs all
together and put them in his pocket, then tugged her shirt up over her
budding breasts.  Dog cum and blood were running down her ass onto the
ground.  Matt thought there was more blood between her legs than there
should have been from just getting her cherry popped.
   Molly kept snoring as Matt unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
Matt wanted to take his pants off all together, but he knew that he might
have to run at a moment's notice.  His cock had been straining against his
jeans since this all began, and it felt good to finally free it from his
pants.
   Matt couldn't resist the idea of calling this helpless little girl dirty
names while he violated her unconscious body.
   Stroking his cock, he looked around again and said, "God damn, I can't
believe what a filthy little slut you are.  Look at that messy cunt,
drooling doggy-cum all over the ground.  I've never met a girl that was so
nasty she'd be willing to fuck a dog; you're a real piece of work, you know
that?" Holding his cock with one hand, he raised one of her knees in the
air with the other, then scooted up closer to her and fed his cock into her
ravaged, dog-cum-filled pussy.
   Matt had never fucked anyone this young before.  Even though Buddy's
massive cock-knot had just split this little girl wide, her pussy was still
a snug fit for his cock.  "The resiliency of youth," Matt thought to
himself as he started slamming his cock into the girl.
   "Virgin my ass, this is the loosest cunt I've had in fucking years. 
Jesus, how many dicks do you have to take per day to get your pussy this
loose?  And at twelve years old?" Matt said.  With his cock still in
Molly's pussy, he leaned down over her so his mouth was next to her ear and
started playing with her little-girl nipples with his fingers.  In a
perverted parody of a lovers' embrace, he whispered in her ear "I bet your
daddy started fucking this cunt when you were six years old.  You probably
can't go to bed at night without daddy tucking you into bed after he dumps
a load of cum in your little cunt, you nasty little slut."
   Matt spit on Molly's face then raised himself back up above her.  Taking
both of her knees in his hands, he held them in the air while he started
slamming his cock into her again.  Her budding breasts wiggled ever so
slightly every time he pounded into her.  Molly's eyes were still closed,
but she had stopped snoring and had begun making moaning noises.
   Matt could feel that he wasn't going to last much longer, this whole
scene was too obscenely erotic and his orgasm was building.  He slowed down
and started fucking her deep and slow.  Every time he sank his cock all the
way into her, his pubic hair would come to rest against her bare
pubic-mound, making it look like she had a thick curly bush of her own
before Matt pulled back out for another stroke.
   "So how 'bout it, slut?  Am I better than your daddy?" Matt said.
   Matt quickly thrust his cock into her a few more times then sank his
cock all the way in her and held it there as he started cumming in the
helpless little girl below him.  After the first shot of cum deep in her
pussy, he resumed his thrusting and kept fucking her through his orgasm.
   Panting for breath, Matt remembered where he was and checked the trail
again.  Nothing.  Panic gripped Matt.  He couldn't believe he'd actually
just done that, but as he pulled his softening cock out of the unconscious
12 year old, he didn't regret it either.  He let go of her legs and stood
up.  The front of his pants were a mess with blood and cum from where it
had come into contact with the girl.  He didn't have anything to his clean
off his pants, or to clean off his cock; so he stuffed his slimy cock back
into his pants, "Nothing to do about that right now," he thought, "I'll
have to clean up after I get out of here."
   Matt zipped his pants back up and grabbed Buddy's leash from where Buddy
was laying on the ground watching him and the girl.
   Matt's first instinct was to run back to his car and get the hell out of
there.  Matt looked around again and started to walk away.  Then he
stopped. "Shit...." he turned around and looked at the helpless little girl
lying in the middle of the trail with cum drooling out of her, snoring
again.
   "If I leave her like this, someone will find her and call the police,
they'll do a rape-kit on her.  That's no good.  I'll only get away with
this if I take her home and she thinks she was only raped by Buddy." Matt
thought to himself.
   Matt knelt down, took Molly's underwear out of his pocket and tugged it
back up her legs and over her sloppy crotch, then tugged her shirt back
down over her chest.  He picked her up in his arms and started quickly
walking out of the park.
   Matt was scared, but he had to do this.  Half way back to his car, Molly
started stirring a bit.  He looked down at her, and saw her drunken, glazed
eyes looking back at his.  She smiled a goofy grin and hugged him as he
carried her, then she seemed to pass out again.
   Matt didn't know what to make of that, but it freaked him out a little.
"Hopefully she is still drunk enough to not remember my face." Matt thought
to himself.
   Matt finally got the girl back to his car.  He laid her in the back seat
and then went through her purse; he found a student ID for one of the local
junior high schools.
   Molly Thatcher, 7th grade
   "God damn...  7th grade..." Matt thought to himself.  Matt covered her
body with an old blanket he kept in the car for Buddy, it was covered with
dog hair and hadn't been washed in months.  Then he got in the car and
started driving.
   Matt drove to the address on the ID.  He spotted the house and drove up
slowly and quietly.  Not seeing any of the neighbors' lights on, Matt
figured it would be best if he dumped this Girl in her house and not just
on the lawn.  Neighbors would call the cops if he dumped her on the lawn.
He pulled in the driveway with his lights off, found her house-key in her
purse, then got her out of the backseat and carried her to the door.  He
unlocked the door and carried her inside.
   Matt stepped inside and quietly used his foot to swing the door shut
behind him.  With his heart pounding in his chest, Matt stood there for a
minute letting his eyes adjust to the deep darkness of the inside of the
house.  After his eyes adjusted, he made out what he thought was a living
room and headed for it.  He found a couch to dump her on, then quietly left
the house, closing the door behind him and then wiping his finger prints
off the door knob.
   Molly woke up the next day with the biggest headache of her life.  She
didn't know how she got home, "That guy must have brought me home," she
thought to herself.  She groggily climbed the stairs and got in the shower
without bothering to take her clothes off.  She slumped down the shower
wall and sat in the tub with the water running over her, crying as she
remembered the night before; how she had lost her virginity to not only
being raped, but by a dog.
   Two months have gone by, and Molly hasn't told anyone what happened. 
She only remembers being raped by the Dog, but she doesn't want anyone in
the world to know that she lost her virginity to a Dog.  Molly thinks it's
strange that she hasn't gotten her period again yet; momma said it should
come once a month, but she hasn't had one now for almost three months now;
not since her first one.
   "Oh well, I guess something good came out of that night if for some
reason it made me not have to have periods anymore." Molly thought to
herself.
  
Raping Molly