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   Author's Note: These are two central chapters of what will eventually be
a detailed recount of one man's fantasy about a beautiful child he
encountered in the local catalogue shop - sitting with her mother, waiting
to be called to collect their purchase from the checkout point.  An obvious
point, but keep fantasy and reality separate and never harm another person
in the real world.  Mg ped nc sed rape
   The Prayer
   -- Do you believe in Jesus? -- Yes. -- Do you say your prayers every
night before you go to sleep? -- Yes. -- What do you pray for? She tilted
her pretty head to one side, cupped her check in one palm and thought for a
moment. -- Hmm, I don't know. -- Do you have a doggy? -- No. -- Do you have
any pets? Immediately, her eyes lit up.  -- Yes, Rizzo! -- Who is Rizzo?
And with pride, she intoned -- he is my cat! It would break your heart to
see this pretty child speak so adoringly about the thing she loved more
than anything else in the world.  It ccurred to me that she would soon know
some thing - some one - she would forever hate more than anything else in
the world. -- Do you pray to Jesus about Rizzo? -- Yes. -- What do you say?
Again, she thought. -- Do you pray that Rizzo will be safe? -- Yes. -- Do
you pray that Rizzo will be happy? -- Yes. -- How do you say it? -- Hmm --
Say after me. For someone so repellant to those who aspire to lead their
lives with such compassion and love as demonstrated by their lord and
saviour, I surprised myself at how convincingly and lovingly I prompted
her. -- Dear Jesus... A moment's thought, and joyfully she exclaimed. --
Please let Rizzo be safe! -- And happy? -- Please let Rizzo be happy! --
What do you say at the end of your prayer? In a bold confident voice, she
announced:
   -- Ahhh..Men!
   -- Now, I need you to say a prayer for yourself. She looked at me,
puzzled as to why this man was asking her to pray for herself. -- I need
you to say after me.  Will you do that? A little hesitantly, she agreed. --
Dear Jesus. -- Dear Jesus. -- I pray that I will be a good girl. -- I pray
that I will be a good girl. -- And that I will do what I'm told. -- And
that I will do.. -- What I'm told. -- What I am told. -- And that I will..
-- And that I will.. -- Try not to cry. Head to one side, she looked up at
me quizzically. With an assuring smile, I coaxed her gently. -- Just say
it, sweetheart. -- And try not to cry. -- Even when the pain.. Again, a
quizzical expression. -- Even when the.. -- Pain. -- Pain. -- Gets really
bad. -- really bad. -- Amen This time, and with a good deal less certainty.
She spoke quietly. -- Amen
   Preparation
   Standing, with feet slightly apart, toes turned inwards.  She looked up
at me quizzically, apprehensibly. -- Now, do you know what rape is? Of
course, she didn't.  But I wanted to savour her innocence - whilst she
still had it. -- Would you like me to tell you? Looking at me pensively,
she slowly nodded her head.  Her crowning glory - her long tresses, softly
caressing her cheeks with each tilt of her head. -- Well I will tell you.
Taken unawares, I was overcome with a monumental surge of euphoria,
accompanied by a rush of blood to my penis - the twin arteries of the
corpora cavernosa enlarging, allowing the raging torrent of blood/lust to
enter, and begin hoisting the mast - and I realised in that instant that I
was about to be granted the ultimate privilege.  The most beautiful
experience imaginable.  That of totally and utterly, robbing another, of
her innocence.  Fate was offering me this opportunity to excise this
pretty, pixie featured angel's childhood.  And replace it with..a void, a
vacuum, a dreadful nothingness.  My one purpose in life, was to ensure that
she would live out her life, filled with revulsion towards herself, sorrow
at her inability to function psychologically, and perhaps even physically.
-- Now, rape is when a man has sex with a woman, but she doesn't want it. A
blank look.  She obviously didn't know about the origins of life. -- Well I
am going to have sex with you.  Would you like that? Silence. -- Would you?
A tiny shiver of uncertainty in her response -- No -- Well I am going to
have sex with you anyway.  I am going to rape you. She looked up at me
tearfully. -- Now, before we can have sex, you need to take your panties
down. She looked pleadingly, her eyes tearing up. -- So, will you take them
down, or will I take them down for you? She stood stock still.  She hadn't
moved an inch since saying her prayer.  Her pretty high waistline cotton
dress - blue and white flower print.  The thin material providing hints at
the shape of her dainty body - the curve of a buttock, the small of her
back.  Enough to know that she, more than any other potential recipient,
was the nearest to physical perfection as could be imagined. -- Be a good
girl now. Tearfully now, she thrust her hands shakily under each side of
the hem of her dress, bunching it up at her hips, at the same time looping
her fingers into the waste band of her panties.  A scrap of cotton, her
last barrier.  She tugged downwards, the hem of her dress descending again.
   ..  to do ..  find privacy.
   -- Now, I'm going to show you something. Still tearful, her eyes level
with my crotch, she watched fearfully as I unzipped myself. -- Do you know
what I keep in here? Questioningly now -- Your willy? -- That's right. 
Now, try not be frightened, but I have a very big willy, and I am going to
show it to you. She looked worried now. -- Remember your prayer to Jesus?
About how brave you wanted to be? -- Yes -- Well, I know that Jesus was
listening, and he really wants you to be a brave girl. A pause. -- OK I
fished for the straining shaft and heaved.  Out it popped, foreskin pulling
back in the process - shiny cyclops eyed glans meeting her startled gaze
straight on - meatus already seeping pre-ejaculatory fluid.  This, would be
the instrument of her undoing - never to be done up again. -- You see how
big it is? No answer. -- Hold your dress up. Obediently, meekly, she hoists
up her dress, her panties still around her ankles.  smooth silky child skin
enswaithed mons Veneris, below which nestles the suductive vulva, it's
vertical beauty enchanting, spellbinding.  So fascinating - the wonderful
irony that a possessor of this most desirable of natural resources is so
reluctant to allow them it to be mined, plundered.  And in the case of this
bright (but soon to be dimmed) little button, having not a clue as to the
nature of the treasure she is possessed of. -- Good girl.  You are very
pretty down there.  You can drop your dress now. She releases the hem once
more. -- Now I know you are probably feeling a bit frightened.. She nods --
So I have someone here who you can cuddle. I bring out a floppy eared
stuffed bunny.  Her face lightens up at the sight.  I pass it to her. --
He's so cute! She snuggles against her cheek, turning side to side as she
hugs it tight. -- You know, if you cuddle him tight enough, he will help to
stop you crying while you are being raped. Her fear returning, she tries,
pathetically, to disuade me. -- No..  please don't do it. -- I'm afraid I
have to.  Now, do you know how I'm going to rape you? She shakes her head
slowly. -- Well I will tell you. I mentally prepare myself for her first
lesson on the facts of life - taylored to the situation in hand of course.
I take hold of my shaft, drawing her attention to it. -- You see this. She
stares blankly at it. -- Well, I am going to push this inside you. She
quietly sobs. -- I don't want it. -- But you must have it.  And do you know
how I am going to put this inside you? -- No -- I am going to push it
inside... Lifting her dress again, I carress her vulva oh so gently. --
..here. Still clutching her bunny rabbit, her protests become more
vociferous, she is now openly sobbing.  -- I don't want it! -- I know, but
I'm afraid you have to. Now whining, seeing no way out of her predicament,
she becomes resigned to her fate. -- Will it hurt? -- Yes, I'm afraid it
will hurt. -- No..No..ohh -- You must be a brave little girl.  Remember
what you prayed for?  Jesus really really wants you to be a brave little
girl. The terrified little girl in the pretty blue summer dress is finding
it difficult to comprehend how this gentley spoken man is proposing to put
his giant willy inside her.  Surely her peepee is far too little for it to
fit inside. -- I..  w..want..  my..  mummy! -- So this is what's going to
happen.  My willy is like a big long snake, and your peepee is like a
little hole.  And so my big willy-snake is going to slide inside you peepee
hole.  But my willy-snake is really really long, so it will have to slide
all the way inside your tummy. Snuffling quietly now, she clutches her
bunny tightely. -- You are only little, and my willy is very big, so to
make it easier for my willy to go inside, we need to make it nice and
slippery.  Will you help me make it nice and slippery? Resigned to her
fate, she sobs quietly. -- Y..es. I take out a tube of lubricant.  I
unscrew the cap.  Taking her tiny hand by the wrist, I turn it palm up and
squeeze out a good dollop of the clear gel onto her hand.  I instruct her
to rub her hands together. -- Yuk-ee! I guide the dainty her slippery hands
to the base of my tumescent shaft and press her fingers into place around
it, the fingertips of each hand barely able to touch one another around my
thickness, her thumbs pressing into my urethra. -- It's all squishy! For
the time-being, her attention is focused on this weird act that she is
being instructed to perform.  Her attention taken off her terrible fate. 
For the moment, she is focused on making this huge willy nice and slippery,
focused on how weirdly spongy it feels - yet hard at the same time.  The
shiny glans, with it's unseeing eye is a little scary, but she does as she
is instructed and coats the penis with lubricant, from root to neck. --
Good girl.  Now it's time. Suddenly remembering her predicament, she starts
sobbing again. -- sit up here on the bench. She obeys - what else can she
do. He guides her into the frog-leg position, Her vulva parting slightely -
providing a glimpse of her intact hymen, which shortly will be required to
undergo significant trauma. The penile shaft thoroughly lubricated with the
gel, and the exposed shiny apple-glans lubricated with a now copius amount
of pre-ejaculatory fluid, I begin the tricky process of breaking and
entering.
   ..to be continued

   To be continued..
  
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