
         "Leave The Children"
          by Pedro Vila


   Rahassef's job was simple. Keep the children with their parents.
   But did they give him a gun? No! Was he a messenger? No! Did they even let him help with the barricades? A big no!
   Rahassef held another of the village children down onto the special seat. She squirmed a little but bit her lip and persevered. That's another one they won't be taking. He helped her off and she limped to the next room where a nurse was waiting.
   Nobody wanted to be in the room with Rahassef when he did his assigned job. Oh, no. They didn't want to get their hands dirty. Better they left him alone to be the bad guy.
   Rahassef would rather be shovelling shit then to do this ugly job.
   Another girl was pushed in. The door shut quickly behind her. She must have been about six years old. Hell, what where they thinking? What was anybody thinking in this crazy world now days?
   Ever since the country was taken over in a coup by the current religious nutcases. Muslims, Christians, Isrealis, Asian cults with unpronounceable names, Rahassef's little country seemed to attract them all. His village withstood countless attempts to convert, save, or just plain enslave his fellow villagers.
   Rahassef did his best to smile and reassure the poor child that everything was all right. Didn't her parents even want to be here to help her through this? The little girl saw the chair with her big brown eyes and then looked at Rahassef sadly as if to say, 'Why me?'
   Rahassef led her to the chair and helped her with her underpants and then pulled her tattered skirt up to keep it from getting dirty. Damn, he forgot to ask for another rag. Or maybe they were just running out.
   This time, the new government was going to take all the children to special education camps to learn how to serve god. No parents allowed. Rahassef knew what that really meant. They needed an army for another stupid holy war.
   Rahassef lifted the little child and lowered her to the small pole in the middle of the chair. The little girl shut her eyes tightly.
   There was one loophole. They were not allowed to take unclean children, only virgins. It was his job to make sure none of the village children were virgins.
   Rahassef tried to be gentle in pushing the girl down over the pole. She was too young and there was no way to make this less painful for her. He shut his eyes and just drove her down hard and quickly. She screamed and he pulled her up as carefully as he could before walking her to the door. The door opened and the still screaming child was taken from his hands quickly.
   Nobody looked at his eyes. The door shut fast. Rahassef yelled through the door that he was going to take five minutes for a smoke. No one answered.
   He sat on the other chair, the one without the pole sticking up the middle, and lit a cigarette. Nobody would want to talk to him after this. Rahassef wondered if he was ever going to have any friends left.
   The door opened and an older girl was pushed through it before slamming shut behind her. Rahassef yelled, "I'm taking a break!" Nobody answered still. Rahassef looked at the girl. She wasn't as dark as most and her eyes had an almost greenish quality to them. She looked about eleven years old. "Take a seat." Rahassef said, then he remembered he had the only normal seat. He indicated the floor so she didn't think he was being cruel.
   "I'm okay." she said. Her voice was a little shaky, like she might be trembling. He didn't blame her. She most likely knew what was going to happen. Poor kid.
   "Believe me, you won't be comfortable sitting down afterward. Do it while you can." he said between puffs.
   The girl looked at the seat. "Is this how it's done?" she asked. "You sit me here?" Rahassef nodded sadly. She said, "Lets get this over with now."
   "Please." he said to her. "I am tired. Just give me five minutes."
   "I am afraid. If I wait too long, I will run." she said. She seemed to become stern. "I will try it myself."
   "Be my guest." he answered and waved a hand. He hoped they would all do it themselves, he hated being the one they would all remember hurting them there.
   The young girl pulled down her pants and tried to position herself over the dully pointed pole. Then she lowered herself slowly and seemed to hover at the brink. Then she pulled herself back up and Rahassef closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
   "It is too dry." she said. "I can't make enough spit to wet it with because I am too afraid. Have you any water?"
   Rahassef opened his eyes and shook his head. Nobody would talk to him all day. How was he to get water? He got up. "I can spit if you like." The girl stood away and let him walk to the chair. Rahassef worked up as much spit as he could and let it drop onto the pole. The girl waited for him to back away and then tried to sit on the pole again.
   She hovered for a moment and then her weight took her down past her hymen. She gasped and Rahassef looked away.
   Nobody would even want him around anymore probably. Maybe they would run him out of town and word would spread and no village would let him stay. It wasn't his idea. He just pulled the wrong token from the lottery box.
   And how was he going to find a wife now?
   The heavy breathing brought Rahassef's thoughts to a stop. The girl was acting strangely. Her eyes were fluttering up to her head and her chest seemed to be heaving. Rahassef got up quickly and went to her. Was she dying? He should have helped her. Now she must have ripped herself opened inside and was probably bleeding to death.
   Or was she? The girl was beginning to move her hips around. She wasn't being ripped open, she was having sex with the chair! Rahassef recognized the look on her face.
   He stood back and smiled. He had never seen anybody react like that before, not even in bed. Oh, if only he could be as good of a lover as that chair.
   Rahassef looked to the door. Why not? What did he have to lose? He might as well grab some intimacy while he can. She couldn't leave here a virgin anyway, they won't ask him any questions about it. Nobody wants to know what goes on in here.
   He stepped up to the girl and pulled out his cock. Her eyes focused on it and went wide. She started rocking harder in her seat. He held her face and made her take in into her mouth. She didn't try to fend him off and he felt her tongue and teeth bump him warmly. He got hard quickly and suddenly lifted her off of the chair.
   Her hips still humped in the air and he laid her on her back on the floor. He was on top of her fairly fast and put a hand down to guide him into her.
   She was wet and he started to slide slowly in. The girl wrapped her legs around his back and drove him the rest of the way into her fast. She seemed so small under him, she almost disappeared under their clothes. Despite that, she bumped her body into him with frantic energy. He started to lose control of her and suddenly found he was on his back with her straddling him.
   Rahassef never felt anything so intense before. Her fingers were digging into his shirt and vest and he felt like his cock was being sucked by a monster every time she pulled herself up and her tight insides created a vacuum before she rammed her tight little body down onto his, grinding every time she hit bottom.
   Rahassef had no control over himself and he came into her furiously. The hot seed built pressure inside of her and she locked up her little body as minor earthquakes rumbled through her.
   Rahassef lay back stunned. This wasn't what he thought it would be like when he grabbed her. Both of them were panting heavily and she suddenly pushed herself up from his chest and looked at the door then back to Rahassef. She said, "Do they all do that?"
   Rahassef said, "No one has ever done that." He looked at her face. Her eyes had a different light in them. She looked more like a woman now.
   She smiled suddenly. "We must get married."
   Rahassef propped himself up. "You shouldn't have to be married because of this. They all lose their virginity. No one has to know."
   She shook her head. "You don't understand. I want to do this again. I have to do this again. If I don't marry, I'll be called a whore." She looked deep into him with her beautiful greenish brown eyes. "I don't want to be an outcast."
   Rahassef understood that part. She was young, but he could do much worse for a wife. Only, he might not be able to keep up with her. Still, it would be better then being alone.
   They both got up off the floor and straitened themselves out.
   "Can I stay and help?" the girl said.
   Rahassef grinned. "What's your name?" he asked her finally.


   END