I AM 12
Mast, Mg, rape, exhib, noncons

Foreword:  This story was sent to me by a young woman who read my story "Black Cat Halloween".  Her 
story is interesting, both the one below which she wrote and her own personal tale which she sent me.  
She said she identified with Black Cat as she had been raped on a Halloween night when she was an 8 
year old girl.  I think that many of the things she wrote are very autobiographical.

This tale is of a sexualized little girl and her experiences.  DO NOT read this is you are a minor.  
This is intended for adult entertainment only.  Here is her story.


I AM 12


No, I am actually 19 now.  What I write about happened to me 7 years ago and I am still as addicted to 
on line porn as I was then.  It actually started when I was in the 4th grade, just after my family bought 
our first computer.  If you read Daren Peters story Black Cat Halloween, you pretty much know how I got 
into sex.  I was raped by a stranger.  He took me into the woods and fucked me.  Cops might tell you that 
if a little girl gets raped she turns against sex.  That's bullshit.  Once you know what your pussy if for 
you can't stop.  For me, I can't get enough.  I am addicted to sex.


My Daddy ordered a computer.  It came in two big boxes and it took him a couple of hours to set it up and 
get it online.  I don't know what he bought it for but it was probably so he could look at porn.  That's 
all I ever saw him doing on it, anyways.  He'd send me to bed at 8, then he'd go into the family room where 
the computer was and spend hours on it.  Mommy worked at the caf so she was never home at night.  What Daddy 
didn't know was that I could lean my mirror against the rail and see him from upstairs.  He was always so 
intent on the screen he never looked in on me or even suspected I was watching.


The first time I saw him playing with himself really turned me on.  He pushed his pants down to his ankles 
and I saw his thing sticking up through his boxers.  His face was inches from the screen and he was rubbing 
himself hard.  I heard him grunt a couple a times and then he leaned back.  It looked like he was sweating.  
Then he got up and went to the bathroom.  I snuck down and looked at the screen.  He'd been looking at a 
picture of a naked girl about my age.  I guess he liked her or something.  Her tits weren't any bigger than 
mine and she didn't have hair on her pussy, either.    I heard the toilet flush so I ran back upstairs.  


For the next couple a weeks I watched him doing pretty much the same thing.  He never did that when Mommy 
was home, just when she was at work.    Then one night I heard him talking to somebody.  That was different.  
He had on a headset and microphone.  I moved my mirror so I could see what he was looking at better.  It was 
a girl, older than me but not much.  He was talking to her and they were both rubbing themselves.  I could 
see she was naked, too, just like I was.  I lay there on the rug rubbing myself while I watch them.  He 
finally did his grunt stuff and left for the bathroom.  I ran down so I could see.  The girl saw me and smiled.  
I put the headset on and said Hi.


"Hi"

"Hi yourself.  Who are you, naked girl?  Was I talking to your Daddy?"  I nodded.  "I like you.  How old are you?"

"12"

"I'm 14."

"Why are you naked and talking to my Daddy?"

"I make money.  You can, too.  Quick, before he comes back.  Write down this number..."  She gave me a toll free 
number.  I heard Daddy flush.  I threw down the headset and ran upstairs.  The next day I called the number.  
The woman I talked with asked a bunch of questions but I didn't meet her "criteria".  She said to call her back 
in a year but gave me a website to visit.  It was there I learned about chat rooms.  Chat rooms became my way 
of life.  I am still addicted to them.  It started when I was 12.


I first went to K*****Calls the next week.  School was out for the summer.  Mommy was asleep, Daddy was at work.  
It was early morning so I knew I had hours to be alone.  Back then I was not the prettiest kid.  I was short and 
thin.  I did have light brown hair with sorta reddish auburn highlights that reached to my shoulders.  My face 
was round, my eyes set a little too far apart, a tiny nose.  My best feature was my mouth.  It was a little 
triangular in shape and very expressive.  Everybody told me they could tell what I was thinking by the way I 
moved my lips.  I guess it was pretty cute.  I had a little gap between my front teeth which braces fixed when 
I was 16.  My skin was freaking flawless that I was proud of.  My little tits were just beautiful I thought.  
They'd started budding when I was ten, now they were little half peaches on my chest.  My nipples stuck out a 
little bit and were very pale color.  You could see my ribs a little, falling almost straight down to my hips 
with hardly any waist at all.  When I lay down, my hip bones stuck up like little mountain ridges, my tummy 
sunken in.  Legs?  Oh, yeah.  I had nice little legs, not to long, not too short for my age and height.  My 
feet hadn't got that pretty look about them like my Mommy's.  They were still little kid pudgy but they were 
beginning to take more of a girl look than child look.  My toushy was a joke.  I barely had one.    My joy was 
my pussy.  It gave me a lot of pleasure and I played with it hours a day.  I'd never had a period and didn't 
want to.  My cherry had been taken from me when I was 8 so putting things inside me had become one of my hobbies.  
My toy of choice was my round handled hair brush, the kind you use to straighten hair.  Mommy wondered why I 
wanted that one since my hair is naturally straight.  It was the handle I wanted.  


I sat down in front of Daddy's `puter and typed in the website.  A bunch of stuff came up that I didn't understand 
but finally got the hang of it.  The first day I didn't talk with anybody, just read enough to realize it was sort 
of a meeting place.  People who talked to each other would then go to a different place and I wouldn't see them 
again.  The next day I was back on it.  I took a chance and entered the chat with a name I'd made up - Grrl4u12.  
In seconds a bunch of people said Hi to me.  


"Hey, grrl.  Whacha doin?"   I didn't answer.  It sorta scared me.

"u ther?"  I realized I was shaking a little.  Somebody I didn't know wanted to talk with me.  I didn't now what 
to do.

"'sup, grrl?  U wanna tlk?"  Another somebody.  I turned off the computer.  It was a week before I tried it again.  
I'd been fantasizing what I wanted to do.  I'd seen the other naked girl talking with Daddy.  I wanted somebody 
to see me naked.  I wanted them to see my titties.  I wanted a man to tell me they were pretty.  I signed on.

"Ther u b.  Saw u lst wk.  Whrd u go?" I wasn't sure who this was or what he said but I answered.

"I got scared."

"U nu?"

"Ya."

U 12?

Ya

Ls go 2 XXXXX"  he gave me another site to click on.  There we were alone, or so I thought.

I can't remember what all he said to me after that but he got me naked.  At first I was nervous.  It took him 
ten minutes saying how pretty I was and how hot I was before he got my t-shirt off.  Then he talked me into 
showing him my titties.  I quickly lifted my bra up so he could see them, more of a flash than showing them.  
He said they made his dick hard.  He said he wanted to touch them.  I think I giggled.  He was good at talking, 
better than me.  Pretty soon he got me to take my bra off.  At first I held on to them, not letting him see 
them.  I kept letting him get little glimpses, bending close to the screen to read what he was writing, screwing 
my lips around like I always do.  He told me how cute they were.  He kept telling me how much he liked me and 
wanted to get to know me.  Then he wanted to see my pussy.  By then, I wanted him to see it.  I wanted him to 
look at me and tell me I was pretty.


At first I just stood up and raised my hands above my head.  I faced the laptop camera so he could see my titties, 
I rotated left and right so he could see my armpits and my profile, so he could see how big my titties stuck out, 
how well developed I was for 12 years old.  He told me he was jacking off looking at me.  I had to ask him what 
that was.  I was so young and dumb then.  That was when I figured out what Daddy had been doing with his thing.  
It wasn't rubbing.  It was jacking off. 
 

Then the man told me how much he loved looking at me.  He begged me to take off my pants and show him my pussy.  
He kept saying please, please, please.  Then he said I was teasing him and that I wanted to do it.  It shifted 
to "you know you do.  You know you want me to see it."  That went on for awhile.  He was right.  I wanted him 
to see it.  I stood up and unzipped my jeans in front of the camera.  My tits were bare, now he could see my 
panties.  I leaned forward to see what he wrote, my titties pulled down by gravity.  He told me to do what I 
had to do.  He was right.  I had to take off my clothes.  I lowered my jeans and stepped out of them.  All I 
had on was my panties, my little girl yellow panties with red hearts and a little bow in front.  My hands were 
shaking.  I felt, I felt, I guess I was just scared.  Suddenly I didn't know if I wasn't to do this or not.  
Guilt overcame me.  Here I was a little child stripping off my clothes in front of a man, letting him say sex 
things to me, showing him my precious gifts.  He was looking at my bare chest.  I don't know where it came from 
but I sobbed.  I felt tears running down my cheeks.  I felt dirty like I had never felt dirty before.  "You have 
to do it".  He said that a dozen times,  "You have to do it."  And I did.  I pushed my panties to my knees.   
My 12 year old pussy.  He was looking at my pussy.  


"Spred ur legs"   I did as I was told.  "Wider."  I spread them wider.  "Bend ur nees"  I bent them, shoving my 
pussy toward the camera.  I felt so dirty.  A man was making me do things I didn't want to do.  I touched it like 
he told me.  I spread myself open like he said.  He looked at my bottom.  I spread it open so he could see up 
inside me.  I cried, full sobbing cry, but I couldn't stop.  I did what he said.

     
Then I heard Mommy calling to me.  "You OK, honey?"  I grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs, yelling back to Mommy 
that I was fine.  I threw myself on the bed sobbing.  I lay there forever but found I needed more, I needed to 
jack off.  My pussy was in charge.  I couldn't stop.  I rolled onto my back and started rubbing, not just rubbing 
but punishing.  I punished my pussy for what I had done.  I grabbed my hairbrush and crammed it up in me, 
viciously rammed it up my cunt.  I yanked it out and shoved it back in furiously, wanting it to hurt me.  I raped 
my own pussy, shoving the intruding handle as deeply in me as it would reach. I took hold of the end of the brush 
and made the bristles enter me.  I tried to bury it inside my.  It hurt, it scraped, it bruised me.  I felt the 
climax coming.  I gasped, I moaned, I think I screamed.  I came as I had never come before.  I felt a curtain come 
over me, a blackness, a warm engulfing madness overcame me.  


I awoke later, I don't know how much later but probably half an hour later.  My pillow was wet with my sweat, my 
hairbrush still poked into my cunt, my bed sheets soaked.  I shook my head clear.  It took another half hour for 
me to realize what I had done.  I'd let a man take control, to make me do as he wished and I had loved it.  I did 
what I was told to do and I would do it again.  And I did.  That was how Daddy found out.


I was hooked on exposing myself.  Every chance I had I was on the `puter.  At least once, sometimes three or four 
times a week I let me take control of me.  The only thing I never did was tell them where I was.  Oh, they asked.  
They demanded.  They offered me money, but I said no.  I learned the language, I learned how to attract just the 
guys I wanted, I learned that the more demanding and controlling they were the more turned on I became, but I'd 
been fucked once and I feared getting it again.  I didn't want a man in my pussy, only to let them see it and for 
them to tell me how dirty I was.  And I was dirty.   They would use me and I would come.  At 13, I began using my 
hair brush on camera for them.  I had great orgasms on camera.  When I was 14, I was in the throes of one when 
Daddy came home.  I didn't hear him until he was there beside me.   


Naked, a hair brush in my pussy, my titties bruised from my squeezing them for my online boyfriends, my legs spread 
wide... Daddy was there with me.  I jumped, startled.  I looked at Daddy.  He had a strange look on his face, like he 
was crazy, his eyes wide, bent toward me, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face back.  He stared in my eyes, then 
spit in my right eye as he shoved me to the floor.  He stepped over he and began slapping my face, forehand, 
backhand, again and again he slapped my face.  He gripped my shoulders and dragged my naked body to my feet, 
grabbed my neck and began choking me.    I thought I would pass out, that he might kill me.  Instead he kissed 
me.  He kissed my mouth, roughly, violently.  His tongue shoved into my mouth.  It felt hot.  He wiped his face 
across my lips, he shook me.  He stepped back and swung his open hand toward me, striking me hard across my tits.  
Three more times he slapped me hard across my titties, each time causing me to cry out.  He spun me around and 
bent me forward.  His hand was on my cunt, his fingers roughly probing inside me.

Daddy, no. Please Daddy"

Shut up, slut.  Bend over."  He shoved me forward over the back of my chair, the chair I had seen him sit I and 
jack off, the chair I had sat in where so many men had watched me naked.

No, daddy, Please.  I'm sorry, Daddy"    I sobbed, tears streamed down my face.  I don't know what happened to 
Daddy's pants but suddenly I felt something push against my open pussy.  I knew what was happening.  Daddy was 
raping me.


He shoved hard.  He was in me.


Please, no, Daddy.  Please don't."  He pulled out, he grabbed my hip bones, he shoved again.  I begged him to stop, 
I pleaded with him.  I cried uncontrollably.  He shoved in and pulled out, only to shove his huge dick into my 
little pussy again and again.  `Stop, Daddy, no more, Daddy.  PLEASE"


That's enough, Daddy.  Please don't.  Daddy, no more, please, Daddy, no more. 


I felt him cum.  He almost broke my hip bones as he yanked me against him.  He filled me with him huge dick, me 
ripped me open.  I was bleeding.  I felt blood run slowly down my legs.   His climax triggered me.  I could not 
help it.  That feeling, that incredible feeling overcame me.  Suddenly I wanted more. 

 

Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck me."



Her story ended there.  I told it as she sent it to me.  I have to admit that I came a couple of times as I read it.  
It may be fiction but it may be as it happened to her.  I don't know.

      

 

    
