Memoirs of a Rapist p. I
(Mf, nc, rape, interr)
(c) Celene

I had been watching St. Mary's for almost two weeks.  It was a small Catholic school for upper-class girls.  It was more like a finishing school than anything else - most of them expected to get married straight out of high school.  It was not a large school, so it didn't take me long to become familiar with the faces, if not the names, of the hundred or so girls in the upper classes.
I took snapshots of the girls from my apartment window as they sat around and ate lunch, or walked to and from school.  Soon I had a little file.  And I knew exactly which little girl I wanted to rape.
She was shorter than most, and had a slim waist and decent legs.  But that was all periphery.  Her blue and green plaid skirt hid her thighs and ass from me, but the crisp cotton shirt hid none of her . . . other assets.  I tell you, I've never seen such huge tits on a schoolgirl before.  I was guessing that she was fifteen, but she had the tits of a well-endowed strip tease.  A generous DD, maybe even bigger.
That fact alone would have been enough to make me rape her.  Breasts like those don't come along very often.  But combined with the rest of her . . . I had to have her.  She was a brunette, and pretty, in a conservative kind of way.  But beneath those thick glasses and braids was a girl who could have stopped traffic, if she'd made herself up a little.  I saw lips that belonged around my cock, and a long stem of a neck that would be ideal for deepthroating.  Even better, she had that unconscious little wiggle to her hips that all virgins have.  The ideal combination.

The afternoon of my little virgin's first fuck was sunny and warm.  I packed my rape kit into a backpack.  I could, of course, have brought her back to my room, but I wanted to enforce the feeling that this was a jungle, and I was simply an animal having my way with her.  I smiled as I added several lengths of cord to the backpack, and my knife, and a ball gag.
I wandered on down to the park where the girl spent most of her afternoons reading.  I knew from watching her that she didn't have many friends, so she'd probably be alone.  I chose a secluded spot among the trees, with a few scattered bushes and a nice flat boulder.  Nice.  A little risky, but hardly anyone was here this time of day anyway.  I would take the risk for a girl like that.
I stowed the pack behind the rock, and went to find the girl.  She was dressed in her school uniform, underneath a nearby maple, her long legs stretched out becomingly.  She was toying idly with the ribbon on her braid, a faint smile playing about her lips.  I took a lot of pleasure in knowing that soon that self-satisfied smirk would be replaced with the proper expression for a white slut like that.  I wanted to see that pretty face contorted with fear and pain and disgust and shame . . . I could feel myself getting hard, and I hadn't even touched her yet.
The girl yawned, stretched, and stood up.  Shit.  If she walked away . . .
But luck was on my side.  The girl picked up her pack and walked straight towards my hiding place in the bushes.  Fate had simply scooped this bitch up and dropped her into my outstretched arms.
Sixty seconds later, I had one hand locked around the girl's mouth and another holding her arms.  She was screaming as best she could, and fighting, but I worked out, and I had almost a foot of height on her anyway.  I pinned her face down in the grass, and forced her jaws open to accept the ball gag, buckling it quickly behind her head.  She gnawed at it and made furious noises through the gag, and tossed her head back and forth.  Surely she guessed what was going to happen to her.
"What's that?" I asked, cupping a hand beside my ear.  "You want me to stick my big black dick up your slutty white cunt?"  She screamed, and I had to hold on extra tight to keep her still.  Time for phase two.  "Oh," I said, securing her wrists together behind her back with a length of clothesline, "you don't want it up your cunt.  You want it up your ass, too."  I shook my head in mock dismay.  "Girls these days."
I didn't have much time, but I grabbed her purse from where it had fallen next to her.  A school ID card showed that her name was Mary Catherine Stanfield, and she was fifteen - a sophomore in high school.  She had probably been named after the holy Virgin, I decided.  Well, I fully intended for her to conceive, but it would certainly not be immaculate.  I set aside her wallet, and went to the real business.
She was still making muffled protests through my gag - that had to stop.  I backhanded her tit.  "Shut up."  When she kept writhing, I punched her stomach.  She made a funny little 'uph' and stopping trying to make noise.
I didn't bother unbuttoning that sweet little white blouse of hers - I didn't have that much time, and it was rather satisfying to grab each side and rip it open.  Buttons popped off in all directions, but I wasn't looking at the buttons.  I was looking at a plain cotton bra containing the finest set of white tits I've ever seen in my life.  I felt a stab of regret that I didn't have time to play with those breasts.  So instead I took out my knife and sliced open her bra, right down the middle.  Mary made a high shrieking sound when she felt the cold metal touch her skin, and so I laid the knife gently on her breast, just below her nipple.
"Make any more noise, and the nipple comes off," I told her.  I guess she knew I was serious, because she shut up real fast.  I kneaded her breast with one hand, loving the smoothness, the velvet of the nipple, the tiny blue veins visible through the milk-white skin.  The dark chocolate of my skin seemed even darker on her white tit; we were opposites through and through.  I squeezed hard, and she whimpered.  "Soon every time someone does this, a little stream of milk is going to come spurting out," I told her matter of factly, and shoved her skirt up around her waist.  She was wiggling and whining again, but I didn't pay any attention.  It wasn't really important.
As I expected, she wore plain white briefs.  Cute, in that virginal way.  I ran one finger down the crotch panel, grinding it briefly against her core, and then slit her panties with my knife, dropping the tattered ruins on the grass beside us.
I took my pinky finger, and probed around her cunt until I found her opening.  As I had hoped, the hymen was still intact.  Excellent.
I slung her onto the edge of the rock, so her hips were raised, but at the edge, and her legs dangled off the end.  I leaned my face close to hers.
"I'm only going to say this once, fuckcunt," I rasped, and her eyes were wide and frightened.  "I'm going to rape your cunt now.  That's going to happen whether you like it or not.  But you have a choice about whether you get knocked up.  If you do everything I say, I'll pull out and spill my sperm on those huge udders."  The girl shuddered, probably at my crude language.  Or maybe because I was fingering her clit.  It didn't matter anyway.  "If not . . . well, I'm always happy to impregnate another white slut."  I let my hand rest intimately on her lower stomach, where her womb would sprout a child.  "If you resist at all, I'll make sure you get pregnant.  You want that?"  I grinned inside, even as she shook her head madly.  I was, of course, planning on leaving her with a little something anyway, of course, but this would keep her docile while I worked.  "I'm going to take your gag off.  Try to scream, and you lose a nipple, then I impregnate you.  Fun, huh?"
She licked her lips as I took off the gag.  "Please, mister -"
I struck her across the face, hard.  "Shut up.  I just want to see that face when I fuck you.  Oh, yeah."  I reached down and took out my camera.  "Smile pretty, fuckslut."  She turned her face away, and I sighed.  "Does this mean you want a nice big black baby?"  She looked back at the camera.  "Smile, dammit!"  Her lips twisted.  It wasn't a smile, but it probably was the best she could do.  I took a picture that included her face and exposed tits.  Then more of her tits - me holding them, slapping them, her face.  Gradually I moved down to her cunt.  "Spread your legs as far as you can."
"Please," she whispered, but slowly obeyed.  I snapped the shutter furiously - white thighs, tight little cunt, the hint of dark pink between her cunt lips.  I unzipped my pants, and showed a few comparison shots.  The size of my cock next to that little twat.  She moaned.  I lined up.  "No, please-" she said, and I shoved the full length of my cock into her cunt.
It was a good thing I had a hand over her mouth, because she screamed involuntarily, and loud.  Her legs clamped shut around my thighs, and her back arched, shoving her breasts towards the treetops.  I'm still surprised no one heard her.  It must have been agony for her, but I had to struggle not to come right then and there.  Her body was rigid with pain, and why not?  She had the narrowest fuck channel I've ever used.  Hell, I've fucked thirteen-year-olds who were twice her size.  Tears were streaming down her face as I started to move.
I started slow, forcing her to feel every single inch of cock as it moved through her.  At the same time, I told her exactly what I thought white girls were good for - pleasuring me and my cock.  I told her that she was a slut, a whore, a cunt, and to my faint surprise, her hips twitched.  Don't get me wrong, she wasn't orgasming or anything, but maybe she was the slightest bit aroused by the humiliation.  I grinned, and sped up.  
She was crying for real now, but it didn't last that long in reality.  She was too tight, and I had gone too long without a cunt under me.  The girl must have interpreted my longer, faster thrusts correctly.  Hell, maybe she could feel my shaft thickening in preparation for cumming.  I just know that her eyes went very wide, and she gasped something.  When I understood, I laughed.
"Pull . . . out," she whimpered.  "Pull out, please, I don't want - don't make me -"
"Pregnant?" I said, and the very thought brought a rush of pleasure.  I rammed my full length into her once again, sticking my cock straight into her womb, and released an enormous load of sperm.  
Only when I had unloaded completely did I pull out of her.  She was shaking and crying.  "You didn't cooperate," I told her, wiping my messy cock on her shirt.  Her blood and my cum stained the thin cloth instantly.  I shoved the gag back into her mouth, and picked up the camera, taking a few 'after-shots' of her swollen cunt and tearful face.  "I'm taking your wallet, so I know where you live.  You can go to the police if you want to, but if you do, I know where to send copies of all these pictures.  Besides posting them outside the school, of course."  I laughed, and she sobbed.  All was right with the world.  I removed a five from her wallet, and rolled it up carefully.  "This," I told her, shoving it into her cunt, "is for the service.  Consider it part of child support, if you want."
Chuckling softly, I picked up, leaving her almost completely naked, reeking of sex, with her wrists still tied behind her.

What is a rape story, without follow-up?  At the time, I didn't think that I'd ever see Mary Catherine again, so I asked a doctor friend of mine to keep an eye out for her files (well, hers, and every other girl I raped that fall).  He was an obstetrician, and luck of luck, guess who showed up at his clinic with her parents one day?  You got it, my very own little cunt.
All didn't go as I had planned, though.  Mary's hips were just to narrow to carry a black baby boy fully to term, and she miscarried.  I heard she spent hours in agony before they operated to remove the child.  The boy died, and although she lived, it became common knowledge that the boy had been black.  Warrenville is not the most tolerant community; Mary's parents, who had been most supportive of her illegitimate pregnancy, disowned her, and at the tender age of fifteen and a half, she had to work full time to support herself.  
Wait, are those tears I hear you crying?  Well, don't feel too bad for her.  I'm taking a trip down that way next week, and I think I might look her up.  After all, there were a lot of things I never did to her body that I still dream about, and she's young enough to bear me more sons.  And the role of sex slave is going to look pretty attractive to someone working fifty hours a week at McDonalds just to keep the bill collector away.  Of course, all that's another story.
