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“Fourteen.” She whispered plaintively. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hurt you, love?” he grinned at her. “We ain’t gonna hurt you babe, we aim to make you feel real good - don’t we bro?” He glanced behind his back once more as his brother replied. “Too right Ken, first-class all the way. Specially for a 14 year old.” Both brothers guffawed although he kept the knife in full view of her petrified face.

“Ya got a name kid?” he asked her, staring intently at her pert little breasts and feeling that surge of desire that cute young schoolgirls never failed to arouse in him.

“Kirsty” she replied barely audibly and lowering her glance to her lap as she smoothed her skirt down, her legs firmly together.

He studied her. They had hit the jackpot with this one all right. Beautiful hot little teenie. Full uniform too - what a bonus! Short tartan skirt, crisp white blouse and tie, white socks black shoes….he could only wonder about underneath? Unlike the fucking pretend schoolgirl wannabes on the net, most of which were nearer 28 on a good day, this here was the real McCoy, even her fear was adding to the anticipation. Oh, he had plans for her alright!

“OK Kirsty, well now about those cute little tits,” he waved the knife theatrically, “I really must insist here - either you show them to me, or I get them out myself. What’s it to be?”

She looked around desperately but God simply wasn’t on site that morning. She knew she was trapped with absolutely no way out.

Resignedly she removed the tie, undid the top few buttons of her blouse and Ken’s eyes widened as her tight little beige-colored bra was exposed. He wondered if the panties matched?

“Nice,” he said to her, “Please, continue!”

The bra was a front-loader and as she unhooked the clasp he felt his mouth drying up. She let it gape open, blushing bright red as both breasts were three quarters revealed. He sat there ogling her. Transfixed by the firm and smooth mounds, crested by the merest buds of light brown nipples, he leant across and held the bra cups aside so that her breasts were fully uncovered. He whistled softly.

“Jesus Mick she’s so hot man. Definitely an all-day job!”

Kirsty began to sob but Kenny moved towards her and forcing her back against the rear bulkhead lowered his head and began to fondle her breasts and nipples. She tried to struggle and fend him off but merely succeeded in arousing him more.

“Hey bro,” yelled out Mick “I gotta concentrate on driving here man - leave some for me.”

He started to suck her now, drawing deeply on her right nipple. She was wriggling and disgusted by his unwanted attention. He grabbed her left breast and began squeezing it as he drew down harder now. She was horrified to feel both nipples becoming erect beneath his lips and fingers. He felt it too.

“The little bitch is getting hard Mick.” He called back, “I think she likes it!”

As she struggled defiantly but uselessly, he glanced down and saw her skirt riding up. He pushed his hand up between her thighs and groped the smooth satiny skin. She tried to close her legs but he was persistent and moving upwards allowed his hand to brush the front of her panties. She gasped and tried to push his hand away. Leaning back he slapped her hard across the face which brought an end to the struggling. She was crying now as he began feeling her up around her pussy. Rubbing the front of her panties the outline of her young and obviously tight little vulva was all to obvious. He pushed his fingers in a fraction and felt the length of her slit.

“No, don’t, please!” she whimpered. She may as well have asked a lion not to scratch her!

Pulling her to her knees, he let his hand slide well up between her legs now until he could feel her panties curving up beneath her bottom. Pushing a finger inside the hem he made direct contact with her dark curls which framed that which he desired but as yet had not seen. She was breathing hard and tensed as he slipped a finger in her. She gasped out loud as his digit violated her young pussy and was soon joined by a second compatriot both of which explored her mercilessly. She felt the pressure as he struck the hymen.

“Well, well, Kirsty,” he said, you have been a good girl. Seal not broken huh? You know what this is called don’t you sweetheart?” He rubbed her labia and separated the damp lips.

“My pussy…” she whispered, almost as an afterthought.

“Oh you can do better than that sweetheart,” he grinned. I’m sure a fourteen year old has heard the proper word. C’mon tell me girl….what’s this called?” Again he fingered her inside her panties.

“Don’t make me say it. ”She pleaded… “Please…” She may as well have ordered a Big Mac with fries!

“I’m losing patience Kirsty,” he said “And you really don’t want me to do that right now, believe me! now say it.”

“My c… cunt,” she whispered.

“See?” he was looking directly at her, “Now how easy was that? Ya got it… its your hot little cunt indeed. Bet you’ve thought about some boy’s hot little cock in it too, haven’t you?”

She shook her head.

“Oh, sure you have kid. Most like when you’ve been frigging yourself thinking about your daddy coming in to kiss you goodnight and going that one step further. All girls think about fucking their daddy…..even the “good” ones!”

To her horror, he then pulled out his erection. "Suck it Kirsty," he demanded, one hand still up between her legs. "I can't," she replied....."I've never done that to a boy."

"Well then," he smiled at her, "Here's your big moment - now suck me!." He brandished the knife threateningly in the direction of her neck.

She almost gagged as she closed her lips around the head. Acting purely on instinct, she sucked and rubbed him as he sat there watching her intently. It was probably her very inexperience that made it so arousing, not to mention seeing a young girl with a cock in her mouth for the first time. The harder she sucked the more he rubbed her between her own legs. As he built to orgasm, she increased the tempo and knowing she'd have to swallow it, steeled herself.

"Fucking hell," he let out as he came in her mouth. "Take it all Kirsty," he ordered her, the last remnants splattering on to her cheek.

Just then, the car veered to the right and she felt it pull up somewhere. Mick killed the motor.

The rear doors were wrenched open and the sudden inbound light temporarily blinded her. Behind Ken’s brother she could see trees and a panorama of what looked like rural countryside.

“Five hundred acres sweetie,” said Kenny, “And we own every last one of the suckers. What do you think about that?”

She sat there, idly hooking her bra up and pulling her skirt down.

“Be our guest sweetness,” muttered Mick. “Be real fun getting it all off you again I reckon.” The brothers laughed in unison. “You know what else kid? You can scream your heart out for as much as you want…ain’t no-one gonna hear you for miles!”

They pulled her roughly from the rear tray. “Hey, go choose a spot you like kid…we’ll be with you shortly.” Mick turned to close the van doors and Ken retrieved the keys from the ignition. Turning on her heel she ran. She heard their laughter behind her as she headed for the cover of what appeared to be the edge of a small forest. Running as fast as her small frame could muster, she held her own….for maybe two minutes. Looking back, she missed her footing however, tripped and went sprawling. Her skirt was torn on some loose rocks dotting the landscape and she grazed her leg. Lying face-down on the slight incline she looked up as the two shadows covered her prostrate form.

“Spirited little thing ain’t she?” said Kenny, as he cruelly delivered a kick to her bottom. The pain made her cry but she had more to worry about moments later as he used the toe of his boot to lift her skirt up towards her hips. She gasped as his brother knelt down and began feeling-up her bottom.

“Cute little bum she’s got bro,” he muttered, “Lets have a good look at it!” having said which he tugged her panties half way down her legs. She gasped as she felt herself exposed.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Kenny, ogling her curvy little bottom. He slipped both her shoes off and tossed them aside. She noticed some blood from her graze had dripped on to her new socks. It was so hot out in the direct sun. At that moment she found out just how hot!

“Enough of this crap Mick,” he said. “Hold the little cunt tight!”

As Mick pulled her up onto his lap he pinioned her arms. She knew he would be staring down her top trying to see her nipples. At that moment, Kenny just tore her panties off, raised her legs apart and extricated what looked to her to be a huge erection. She screamed as he pushed it in to her pussy.

“Please don’t rape me,” she pleaded uselessly.. “I’m still a virgin.”

“Not for long kid,” grinned Mick. “Kenny will fix you right up as far as that little problem’s concerned.”

She thrashed about as he penetrated her deeper and deeper. Uncaring as to Mick’s hands down inside her bra, all she felt was this pain opening her up like a can-opener. Her struggles and youthful innocence inflamed his passion and Ken pushed into her pussy as hard as he could. The hymen gave way as she screamed out in pain, anguish and embarrassment. Fluid filled her pussy and looking down, she saw besides his cock thrusting deeper into her…blood trickling now from her abused pussy. Her tears would have rendered a more compassionate man to stop.

Ken was on automatic though, grunting as he rode out his carnal desires and need to dominate. “Fuck, Fuck” he yelled as he felt his orgasm rising. “Gonna fill her cunt Mick, hold her tight.” Even at the point of ejaculation he was pistoning into her. Michelle felt the hot jet as it struck her internal walls. He was still pumping it in as she fainted.

She opened her eyes and her first thoughts were “why were her breasts vibrating like that?” She was completely naked, looking up momentarily she saw her arms were tied behind her to a couple of saplings. Her body felt bruised, and battered. Her grazed leg was hurting her too. As to the question of why her breasts were vibrating - it might have had something to do with Mick kneeling there between her legs raping her repeatedly. She focused on her lower body and watched as, like his brother, he was just thrusting his cock as far into her body as he could. She guessed correctly, that they had raped her continuously while she was still unconscious.

He came in her again as she watched mechanically the cum trickling out of her as he withdrew.

“Fuck it Kenny,” said Mick, “I’m out of fuel …that was my fourth.”

“And we haven’t even fucked her in the ass yet,” added Ken somewhat whimsically. “Ain’t no way we won’t be fucking that little ass my man!”

“Yeah well if we don’t get her out of the direct sun man, she’s gonna be toast is what she is.” Mick started to cut the ropes near her wrist “C’mon, lets get her up to the house Kenny.” As they pulled her to her feet fully naked, she felt the full effects of what they had done to her. Blood and cum liberally mixed, ran out of her pussy and down her thighs. Her legs could not support her and looking down, her once unmarked breasts displayed the full spectrum of the abuse heaped upon their tender 14 year timeline. Bruising, fingermarks, even streaked cum were highly visible. She sobbed tears of despair at the hopelessness of her situation. She wanted her mum and dad….and an Uzi, to put these two cretins out of her misery.

Half carrying, half dragging the battered schoolgirl to their third-world bathroom, they ran a hot shower and dragged her in with them. Despite the continued abuse and the utter degradation of the situation at hand, there was no denying the recuperative effects of hot running water. In a semi-haze, she was aware of their soaping up her breasts, her pussy and her bottom. She saw that both still had what must be full-time erections and just murmured as first one held her up while the other one raped her, then the other. Incredibly she noticed that her own nipples were fully erect as the rapes continued. After what must have been almost 30 minutes they took her out and laid her down on a bed that looked like anthrax spores at the very least, must be breeding there.

Lying face down she felt her hips raised and a pillow shoved beneath her. She squealed as one of the brothers commenced rubbing something up between her crack... as his finger slipped into her bum she knew what awaited her. “Please…please don’t do this to me.” She begged, knowing now the futility of her words. Still the finger piled something into her and she felt the stickiness right down between her legs. Kenny mounted her from the rear and as his cock intruded into that last bastion of a young girl’s privacy, she sobbed quietly. At such a tender age, the rear passage really isn’t designed for such a rude awakening and to Kirsty it felt like they were gutting her with a drainpipe. She knew he had cum in her if only because he slid off and Mick took his place. As he followed his brother’s well worn trek, she felt his cock penetrating her cruelly. Whether or not he was the more depraved, she had no way of knowing but Mick negotiated his own prime-time satisfaction by spanking her bottom hard between each thrust. She had she guessed now, a bright red rear end by the time he filled her to overflowing once more.

Most likely on account of wanting to strip her later - a twinge of merciful benevolence was hardly likely - but they allowed her to put her bra and knickers back on.

Hurt, exhausted, raped and alone, she lay there crying softly. At the mercy of , two fully-fledged degenerates, she wondered if she would ever see her parents again. She wondered if she would even see tomorrow?

But Luke had one friend, two if you include his driver’s license! She was his ideal companion. Uncomplaining, she accompanied him everywhere. He would even stay-up nights just looking at her, the fading sunlight reflecting off her shapely rear-end as she sat there on the grass resplendent in all her finery.

Almost eighteen-foot long give or take an over-rider, that gold ’69 Buick Electra hard-top was Luke’s greatest, if not only joy. He had nursed her though ill-health, spent most every dollar he had earned from part-time work on her betterment and she had repaid him handsomely by way of unshakeable loyalty and reliability. He loved her, but now she had to help him .

He had never actively pursued the opposite sex at High school. Partly from fear of rejection, partly fear of acceptance, but principally, in recognition of his limited social standing. Definitely from the wrong end of town for the sort of girl he dreamed about.

The hormones had kicked-in on time but the call had never been answered. Between them, Hugh Hefner, Bob Guccione and Larry Flynt had only been able to offer temporary stapled relief and anyway, silicone implants really weren’t the sexual panacea Luke was looking for. He wanted a cute and loving little home-town girl, no manufactured blonde fantasy hot off the bench-press.

Within striking distance of twenty now, his craving for youthful female company had reached critical mass. There was only so much solace to be derived from cyber-porn.

At the car-wash where he held down a casual job, there were a couple of girls in the office. One he had summoned-up the courage to ask out - before she cut him dead with the needlessly hurtful reply. "No offense Luke, but go look in the mirror - I do have a reputation to look after you know!" Kristy the other girl, already had a full-time boyfriend who just happened to be the star pitcher for the State League team.

Loneliness gave way to despair, desire to unfettered sexual imagery. He began imagining what it would be like to have a lover, one who would accede to his every whim unquestioningly. His orgasms became stronger and more prolonged, in direct proportion to his evolving dark fantasies. He began spending more time in his own room, a converted garage at the rear of the property, alongside which his father had helped him build a corrugated iron car-port to house the Buick. The arrangement suited the entire family. No-one need ever be expected to more than simply acknowledge the other’s existence.

With seemingly no likelihood of ever being able to engender a normal heterosexual relationship, Luke began reading true-life rape tales. Whether or not they were in fact kosher really didn’t matter to him. Just the thought of having that awesome power over a young and innocent girl, filled him with longing. He began to see it as his destiny. Payback of sorts for all those years of put-downs and snide comments.

He began cruising local schools, just watching the girls as they left for the afternoon. Just the way they would giggle, hold hands, toss their hair back and every other little affected girlish mannerism, he missed no detail. He began to imagine some of them back in his room tied up, breasts open to his touch, their skirts so easy to push up and those hot little panties exposed for him to look at from whatever angle he chose…for as long as he chose.

Some days he would return to his room and beat-off several times before he was able to shed the hot images he had so fancifully created.

Implementing a plan however was another question. He could hardly cruise-on down to the school gates mid-afternoon, parents and relatives offering clustered protection and especially in a car which just about every second resident of Trinity would recognize two hundred yards distant. No, he would need to think this one through.

Night meant increased safety, while at the same time virtually eliminating opportunity. What school-girls would be walking around town unaccompanied after dark? For sure, none that he would be interested in! He figured he owed it to himself at least to go check-out the scene that evening.

The mere reality of his being on-site, "prowling" the sidewalks that night sent a hot flush through him. A predator-come-lately perhaps but at least he was "doing," not "dreaming." He had parked the car in a dark back-street just off the main drag, yet five minutes walk from the center of town. Not that Trinity had what you could call a "Town Center" as such, just Union Park with its Council chambers and old stucco Town Hall which rather like Trinity itself, had long since seen better days. A light breeze induced some brief motion in the flag atop the Court House fronting the main entrance to the Park and through which one or two people were obviously about to take their evening constitutional.

A young couple strolled past Luke as he stood just inside the doorway of Al’s Diner that had been forced to close the previous month, having been several weeks behind on the rent. Their happy chatter and the loving expression on the girl’s face as she clutched the man’s hand as they passed, angered him momentarily.

He walked towards the eastern boundary of the park now, crossing Marriott Boulevard at the lights. Two girls in a black Saab convertible screeched to a halt. Eminem was emphasizing the depth and resonance of the car’s sound system insisting "Two trailer-park girls walk round the outside, round the outside, round the outside….." The girls stared at Luke and the one driver’s side called out to him, "What are you looking at, dickhead?" They accelerated off before he could reply, leaving him little but the use of his middle finger.

"Couple of hoes," he thought to himself. He wasn’t far wrong either.

He walked for twenty minutes or so, not with any particular plan, just checking the lie of the land as it were. As he crossed to the corner of Third Avenue, "Brent’s Alnite Drugstore" loomed large, a shimmering beacon of blue neon light that illuminated as area at least fifteen feet across the sidewalk and onto Marriot Boulevard itself. Standing at the shop’s entrance, Luke caught the not unpleasant odor of pharmaceutical and medical preparations, toiletries and allied drugstore supplies. A thought came to him. At the counter he was surprised just how easily he had ordered it.

"A small bottle of chloroform please," he had requested.

When asked if it was for him, he simply replied that he was just getting it for his mother and that he didn’t know what she needed it for. He was most convincing and the pharmacist handed it over with no fuss.

Aside from a few girls in small groups leaving the theater, there didn’t appear to Luke to be too many opportunities presenting themselves. He foresaw that it would be much the same any night and manic depression began to overwhelm him once more. He didn’t want to go home already as it was only a quarter after nine and all that awaited him there was a pile of stained magazines, fuzzy video cartridges and wall to wall loneliness. He decided that hunched-up in the corner of Rick’s Charcoal Chicken Basement with a hot coffee and a ham on rye was probably as good as anything else on the horizon.

The caffeine coursed through his venal system - shame the rye was yesterday’s. Luke sat there sullenly, watching customers play out their seemingly happy lives, purely at the expense of his escalating torment, he figured.

At that moment a young girl with a back-pack stepped through the entranceway, sending the plastic strips into temporary confusion. She looked very unhappy but walked up to the counter and ordered a Coke and a sandwich. Luke watched as she sat down with her back to him just a couple of alcoves up, shuffling her tray around nervously as if deciding whether to eat or drink first. From what he had seen, she was rather pretty.

The girl had fairly long light-brown hair, shining and obviously well-cared for. Prettily swept back into a ponytail, it was held in place by a piece of dark-green ribbon that contrasted sharply with the caramel colored top she had on. Her short dark skirt accentuated both her youth and the slender perfection of her legs. He wished he could see her face again.

As he watched, she seemed distracted and put down the coke. The sandwich he noticed, she had barely touched. As she lowered her head, he heard her begin sobbing as she covered her face with her hands. By no means hysterical crying, she was gripped obviously by some deep personal misery.

This was a situation outside Luke’s experience….most any situation was come to that! Something about the girl’s immediacy touched Luke and as no-one else seemed to be paying her much heed…an older couple two tables up turned and glanced at her before continuing on with their conversation…..he got up and walked towards her.

"Excuse me Miss," he said standing alongside her table somewhat awkwardly, "Are you OK?"

She glanced up at him, evidently surprised by his presence. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by the intrusion.

"Yes….I…I’m fine thank you," she lied. "Just got a few problems…but thanks for asking. I’ll be fine." She dabbed her eyes with a serviette and Luke found himself staring at point-blank range at the prettiest of little-girl faces. Even tear-filled, her blue eyes were enough to melt his heart. Beautiful soft features, cutest little turned-up nose set between smooth cheeks with all the flush of youth. At her temples, strands of brown hair curled into little feathery bangs just overlapping the tops of her small but clearly defined ear-lobes. She wore tiny golden ear studs, that for a moment reminded him of the Electra. Most appealing though was her mouth. Intensely kissable and lightly glossed lips that curved delicately upwards just enough to let you know that here was mother nature truly unplugged, a rare example of female genetic perfection.

Luke gulped.

"Want to tell me what’s wrong Miss?" he managed somehow to get out.

She looked at him for a moment, instinctively aware of his social discomfort.

"Look, its nothing really, just a few issues at home." she replied.

"Could I sit with you for a minute?" he asked, hardly daring that she would ever acquiesce. "My name’s Luke by the way," he added hopefully.

Inviting him to sit down, she told him her name was Ashley. He learned that she was fifteen and attended St Angelus College, an expensive private educational facility in the northern and far newer sector of Trinity. When she predictably asked where he lived, he felt a flush of embarrassment, telling her simply, "Oh, just near the rail terminus," but she didn’t seem to make any adverse connections.

The "issues" she mentioned earlier proved to be stubborn parents that she felt were denying her freedom. Specifically, a father who refusing to admit to himself that his daughter was barely a child any longer, would not allowed her to go out to a rock concert with other girlfriends. She told him she had just walked out of the house that evening in anger as she had been given free tickets and it was something she was really looking forward to.

All the time she was speaking, he was gazing at her and wondering if this was simply God indulging himself in another round of humor at Luke’s expense. Tempting him beyond the boundaries of sanity with the immediacy of this exquisitely beautiful young girl.

"Have a good look son, it’s as close as you’re ever gonna get!"

An unheralded vision of her tied-up helpless on his bed brought a blush to his cheeks. He looked away momentarily. He felt the small bottle in his trouser pocket and immediately rebuked himself for the images it brought.

"Well Luke," she said, "I suppose I’d better be getting home. I’ve never ‘run away’ before…even if it was only for an hour or so! My dad will be looking for me soon coz I switched my cell off."

On impulse, he said to her.

"Well hey Ashley, I have a car just round the corner. Let me take you back, you can’t walk home alone this time of night." Then, as an afterthought, "It’s OK…I’m pretty safe!"

She smiled at him.

"Sure it’s not out of your way?"

"Yeah, like at least ten minutes," he replied in a mock-inconvenienced tone.

She gathered up her back-pack and they left Rick’s Charcoal Chicken.

Luke’s mind was in hyperdrive as they walked to his car. He knew she would never, COULD never, go out with him. This was the only opportunity he could ever see himself as having. She was the girl over and above any that he had fantasized about and if he was to do it…this was the moment. Still chatting to her idly, he slowly retrieved the small bottle from his pocket.

"Whoa!" she said when they reached the Buick. "Is this really your car?"

"Yeah," he replied. "I’ve had her for a couple of years. Bit heavy on gas, but she’s a dream to ride in."

"Really cool car Luke," she said. "I love it."

Opening the passenger’s side door for her, he ushered her in. The glow from the courtesy light permitted Luke a momentary glance of her skirt riding up her thighs as she sat down. Being a really warm night, he had her lower all four windows from the central console."

"Just have to get my bag out of the trunk Ashley, hold on a sec." He glanced around the darkened street….not a person in sight.

He almost dropped the tiny bottle in his haste. He hadn’t realized it until that instant, but the adrenalin-rush had imbued his body with a fit of shaking. Retrieving a small cloth he kept near the spare tire, he quickly unscrewed the bottle and poured several drops of fluid on to the rag, soaking the center part, while keeping it at arm’s length and being careful not to breathe more than necessary. He hadn’t been thirty seconds.

"Ready now," he called to her. A last glance around revealed no newcomers to the street.

In two steps he was beside her. Clamping the cloth tightly across her mouth she struggled immediately of course, trying desperately to force his arm away. She beat at it, but to no avail. The car being pillarless, he was able to hold her tightly against the seat and in a matter of seconds the chloroform took hold, her struggles subsided and she yielded no further resistance. He let her breathe the fumes for just a couple of seconds more to ensure she was deeply under. He then tossed the rag back in the trunk, climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled up. She looked for all the world like a sleeping girlfriend.

Driving straight into his carport, he knew no-one would be outside. His father would either be watching TV or getting drunk….hopefully both. His mother if she was home, and not at a friend’s place as usual, would be in bed by now and asleep. Both sisters had moved out long ago.

The stillness of the night contrasted to that of his heartbeat as he got out and retrieved the key from its customary place over the door lintel. Leaving the front-door ajar he returned to the Buick where Ashley still lay unmoving across the seat that he had set to the maximum lay-back position. By moonlight, she looked to him an angel at rest. Just for an instant as he moved her, the light reflected off the little pendant that hung around her neck, murdering his conscience, imperiling his very soul.

She was so light, her arms hanging loose by her side as he carried her inside quickly. As he entered the solitary little room, he tried to imagine if this was what it felt like carrying one’s bride across the threshold. The young girl’s breasts were clearly accentuated now given her limp and vulnerable position. He lay her gently down on his bed and hurriedly returned to the trunk to fetch the chloroform bottle should he be needing it.

He saw the room so differently suddenly. Its shortcomings were underscored by her very presence. His bed now, looked to him the worn and pitiful item of furniture that it was. The creased and far from clean quilt contrasted with her neat attire. The threadbare carpet seemed to complete the picture. Beauty and the Beast…with new players.

He partly addressed the problem by turning off the harsh center light and switching on the bedside lamp that at least made some pretense at gentility. He simply could not take his eyes off her. He had caught a glimpse of her light-colored panties as he laid her down. Now as she lay on her back, he could see a hint of them once more. He felt a substantial stirring right where he needed to.

He approached the bed and very gently re-arranged her legs so that more of her undies were visible. She was still out cold and he had free rein for now. Sitting in the chair opposite, the view now was substantially improved and he unzipped himself. Definitely no need for soap tonight he realized. He began to rub himself as his fantasies kicked-in big-time given the scene before him.

He remembered his digital camera. Here surely was the opportunity of a lifetime? Yet as he looked at that scene through the viewfinder, he experienced a momentary twinge of conscience, though not enough ultimately to sway him from his endeavors. He became more creative and pushing the girl’s skirt right up, stared now at her fully exposed knickers. His erection was dictating operational procedure. He took several pictures before pushing her knees up and setting her legs wide apart.

From the chair, her fully indecent pose suggested to him, innocence betrayed and in his mind she was doing this to arouse him further. Staring at her panties, he visualized her rubbing herself and whispering to him to watch. He got up, cock in hand and taking hold of her left arm, managed to get a hand inside her panties. Backing up a few feet, he took a picture of her ‘pleasuring herself.’

He felt the first orgasm racing to the surface and barely made it to the bed. Kneeling between her legs, Luke directed the hot magma spurts right across the front of her panties. Several globs caught the edge of her skirt, others the inside of her legs. He stared fascinated as his reproductive tide began to seep-in to the material. He leaned forward and just passed his fingers down the center of her panties where the lips of her pussy were just beginning to be outlined by the clingy wet material.

With his face but a couple of feet from her most private of possessions, he gently held aside her panties and stared at the hottest sight that he had ever seen. Though not fully exposed, her pussy, framed by the prettiest short curly hair, was the sexiest and most beautiful thing he had ever imagined. He allowed a little of the cum that was running down her panties to fall on to his index finger. He then very gingerly inserted the finger into her pussy, very gradually parting her lips. Only a few centimeters inside, he lightly touched her vaginal wall, dislodging the white goo. He wanted more of it inside her and repeated the process twice…three times. Although not opening her eyes, she began to stir.

Shaking out a few more drops of chloroform on to the rag, he got careless and breathed-in enough to make him almost pass out. Recovering swiftly, he climbed back on the bed and held the material beneath her nose. She was senseless again seconds later.

Arousing as Ashley looked in that lewd pose, he had so much more to accomplish. Her breasts were small yet prominent beacons of desire and he allowed himself the luxury of feeling them up through her top. For a while he just knelt there fondling both her breasts and relishing their softness. When that was superseded by the need to explore further, he slipped a hand down her blouse and inside her frilly and ultra-soft bra. The skin to skin contact just about blew his sanity. Passing his hand again and again over her nipples he felt them hardening and even though this was an automated response, to Luke, she wanted his attentions and was teasing him with her hot body.

His second erection was if anything, harder than the first and he did not even bother to keep the thing in his pants. First things first though. Laying there on her back, face slightly to one side, obviously she wanted to be kissed. That he could do, and lowering his head while still squeezing her breasts, he kissed her hard on the lips. The taste alone almost brought him to a second orgasm.

Losing much of the limited control he still had, Luke literally tore the front of her blouse until it gaped open, exposing her bra completely. He pushed the flimsy material up, freeing her small but beautifully formed breasts. His mouth drying up rapidly like the Utah Salt Flats, he could but stare at those twin mounds of desire, capped by tiny light brown nipples that he had managed to arouse visibly. Lowering his mouth, his lips closed around the right nipple. The feel of her milky soft skin, and the uniquely exciting smell of fifteen year-old tits, sent his reproductive equipment hurtling towards danger zone-code red. Even as he sucked, with his spare hand he was rubbing himself.

This time he knew what he wanted. As the hot cum ejected on cue, he was already in place, spurting dramatically over both breasts and her face. One nipple was covered, her cleavage redecorated and white stuff trickled down her left cheek. He was getting there!

So hot did she look like that, he had to take more pictures. Having done so, he undid the remainder of her blouse buttons and turned her over on to her tummy to get the thing off. This achieved two things. It certainly gave him access to get her topless very quickly, but it also presented him with a hitherto unpremeditated aspect of arousal. One very shapely little bottom. He had seen enough hot bums in cyber-space, but never had he been in such close proximity to one.

Experimentally he patted hers and immediately discovered something interesting. It felt really good! He pulled her back towards the edge of the bed until she was bent over it. Then pulling a pillow across, he pushed it under her to elevate her bottom, so that she looked like a naughty little girl about to get a spanking. This was DEFINITELY a picture to be savored. With her skirt pushed up around her hips and her panties pulled to her knees she looked even better. He allowed himself the luxury of patting her bottom several times and feeling it up in all its youthful entirety.

This however provided even greater promise of pleasurable fulfillment as he was to find out. While photographing her little bum, Luke noticed some sleek dark hair just visible between her legs. The improved viewing status to be had simply by parting her legs a little, amazed him. By parting them a LOT he was blown away. Her entire pussy thus exposed occupied his camera lens for many a close-up. She was such a temptress!

He had now an all-consuming need to see her naked. It was then but the least difficulty in divesting her of her skirt and slipping her hot little panties off the rest of the way. Turning her back over, he stared at his handiwork……leastways, God’s handiwork! He sat back in his chair just taking in her pronounced hips, curved waist and breasts thrust out now with the aid of a pillow under her back. He arranged her arms up above her head, her legs wide apart so that she was in all appearances, begging to be fucked.

To fuck her? If only. It’s what he brought her home for isn’t it? To rape a girl…that had been the plan. But could he do it? What would happen after that? She knew him now, could identify him. So far all he had done was basically abduct her for a while, though that was her word against his anyway. True he’d stripped her and felt her up but nothing that would stand up in Court….well except for a few cocks listening to the evidence maybe.

Of course being forensically uninformed, Luke was unaware that courtesy of his index finger, he had already shoved enough DNA up inside her to convict a herd of intellectually-challenged rapists. But what he didn’t know, hardly occupied his right brain activities did it?

That she would come around of course was beyond question. He simply hadn’t exactly planned the rules of debate from that point onwards. What he WAS thinking though is that maybe he could just get it in her once or twice. Who’d know? Certainly not her if she was still out.

Showing at least the rudiments of forward-planning, Luke cut off a couple of small lengths of rope that he kept out back and returning, tied her hands to the bed head. He also allowed his hands to roam her body at will, pulling her nipples, tracing the outline of her mouth with his finger and even slipping a hand beneath her bottom. Setting up his third erection really was as easy as fingerpainting. Looking at her tied up like that could probably have brought him to another orgasm in time, especially with her legs spread as they were.

Staring at her exposed and defenseless pussy, although if the truth be known - he was most definitely thinking of it as her cunt right now, he had to indulge yet another fancy. Slipping the cushion beneath her bottom once again, this had the effect of pushing her hot little slit up and outwards. He lowered his head and licked her. She seemed to stir slightly but if the chloroform had been strong, the scent of her pussy was an emotional anesthetic. He licked her harder and surely, she was getting wetter, even if she didn’t know about it?

This was the stuff of dreams. A naked teenage girl, tied up and letting him do what he wanted to her. Wasn’t strictly an accurate summation of the circumstances he knew, but it was close enough.

He put his cock at the entrance to her pussy and almost passed-out as it slipped-in an inch or so. She was so hot inside and as he pushed in again, he groaned both with pleasure and at the sight of her breasts jiggling to his ministrations.

"You want me to fuck you don’t you Ashley?" he whispered. "You want to feel a boy’s cock in your pussy… just like this?" He looked down as he muttered the words. The sight of his cock entering her was just an all-consuming emotion for him. She had been born for him to do this to her, this very night!

As he pushed in further he met with some resistance and was inwardly pleased that she was obviously still a virgin. It made it all the hotter. As he increased the pressure and the rate of penetration, he felt her body react. She seemed to wince slightly even while still out. His need was great, his urgency greater. Long past the "Let’s back off while we’re still safe" zone, he simply was riding a blinding urge now to fuck her, to impregnate her if necessary - anything to fill that hot little cunt with his cum.

He felt the hymen give, felt something sticky envelop his cock and glancing down, saw a trickle of blood exiting from her pussy. But it wasn’t as red as his lust right at that second. Now he was raping her, no other word for it. He could hear, see, feel nothing but his relentless pumping action. If he had, he would have seen her open her eyes.

He felt her legs widen further, the girl’s breathing became as irregular as his own. He was thrusting in to her so hard that it had forced her shoulders up against the bed head. Totally on auto-pilot now he had hold of her breasts and was squeezing them with impunity. He thought he felt her raising her hips but was too close to consummating the deed to question that likelihood.

As his residual sperm-supply rode the tube at warp factor 10, ultimately spraying the girl’s vaginal walls every which way, he cried out in a passion, "I so love you Ashley."

He didn’t even see her smile.

Pushed face downwards across a rolled up piece of matting, Drew had been in the process of spanking the ten year old girl's bare bottom, having tugged her white cotton briefs unceremoniously down below her knees.

"Quite a sight, I have to say," commented the Janitor when debriefed by senior teaching staff. Truth is, for the next few months he didn't once need to open up a solitary Penthouse. The widescreen image of young Julie Marshall having her sexy and decidedly crimson little butt paddled like that, was seared on his mind - if not other places.

Questioned at length, Drew simply could not understand the problem.

"The voices told me to do it," he had replied quite honestly.

"I wouldn't worry too much Mr. and Mrs. Collins," the school's consulting psychologist had said. "Many children, girl's especially, have imaginary friends," he clasped his hands together while adjusting his glasses and smiling at both parents glibly. Frank was wondering if he had ever entered a John Ritter look alike competition.

"It's not the Imaginary friends we're worried about Dr. Shand," Dianne glanced across at her husband for support. "It's... how do I say this?," she looked around for some literate inspiration, "It's... what our son was doing to that young girl, that concerns us."

"Look Mrs. Collins, every test we have run with your son shows no abnormality whatsoever. Granted, such impulses might be seen as very unusual in a boy so young, but let's not get carried away here. Just let things take their course and I'm sure you'll find this was simply a one off incident."

That notion however was consigned to the "Oops, we got that wrong" pile not three weeks later, when Drew was discovered in the girls' locker room during recess, with his hands down young Sarah Beaumont's bra, fondling the life out of her hot, if not somewhat still puffy little nipples.

A deal was struck. No official complaint lodged, so long as they withdrew their son from St. Angelus Junior High immediately.

"But dad, it's the truth," he had said, "They told me to do it!"

He learned to differentiate between the voices. One preferred blondes, another brunettes apparently and the third, most anything underage in a skirt. He was kept busy let's say!

Only by dint of the fact that none of the girls or their parents had yet pressed charges, was he still free to ply his trade amongst the adolescent community of Prairie du Chien. Patti Morrison was to set a precedent however, but one has admittedly to recognize the hurt and embarrassment that comes with being multiply raped on the front porch - just their first date too!

The detective in charge seemed remarkably short on understanding.

"Why'd you do it son?" he asked for the second time. "How'd you figure you were gonna get away with it?... right outside the girl's own front door for Christ's sake!" he looked across at Dianne. "Pardon my language ma'am," he muttered before turning his attention back to the seventeen year old, slumped elbows first across the interrogation table.

Drew looked up at his inquisitors acutely confused. Why was no one listening? How difficult was it to understand? - he was acting under instructions.

With the case adjourned pending further medical reports, Drew found himself repeating his explanation to a veritable raft of clinical psychologists. While his parents fretted and made haste to relocate as far from Prairie du Chien as was practical, Drew found himself sifting through IQ tests, response card sessions and protracted interviews with white coated, highly qualified fruitcakes, who insisted on asking why he hated females in general and whether or nor he masturbated in darkened cupboards once in a while?

The bottom line was that medical opinion was fully inconclusive. No one believed the voices existed of course, but the general consensus was that Drew at least believed he heard them.

Found "Not guilty by reason of mental incompetence," Drew was sent to a nearby sanitarium for "continued treatment."

Some three years later, and with a severe room shortage looming, Doctor Charles Meredith, director in charge of operations, perhaps recognizing that nothing had been achieved, and the fact that his staff had found 'absolutely no abnormality' in the youth since his admission - signed him out.

Over the years, his parents had paid money into an account for him and enough of a balance existed now that he would be able to support himself until he could obtain gainful employment. He had completed his High School diploma whilst in psychiatric care and was ecstatic at the prospect of his new found freedom.

"You did well Drew," the voice enunciated clearly, as he descended the steps of the ancient white painted facility. He allowed himself a broad smile. A whole afternoon and evening to himself, before he need call his parents he mused.

Drawing out several hundred dollars, he found the nearest men’s outfitters and upgraded his sartorial presentation before crossing Curzon Boulevard and checking himself into the Regent, by far the most opulent of the city's twelve hotels.

"No luggage sir?" enquired the girl in reception.

"It'll be here later," he confided to her smiling broadly, whilst slipping the electronic swipe card into his pocket.

Maryanne Clarke's shift at Wall Mart had finished at 2 p.m. and she had dropped into the diner for a coffee and sandwich before heading off home. Just nineteen, she was a pretty girl. Shoulder length dark brown hair that she kept neatly swept back of her cheeks with small mica clasps when she was working the check out, highlighted a young looking face that in truth was inclined more towards naivety than worldly experience.

Handed a figure that did everything right, she nevertheless wondered why so large a percentage of the male population in town paid her the close attention it did. She found it quite embarrassing.

Seated in the corner of the diner, Drew had noticed the young girl the moment she walked in, her figure especially.

"Gentlemen, we have a most pleasant task ahead of us it seems." The voice sniggered inside the periphery of Drew's subconscious. He was sure he heard other voices signifying their own assent.

"Could you pass me the sugar please Miss?"

Maryanne glanced up at the speaker and liked what she saw. A rather stylish looking young man, clean cut, well dressed and altogether a step up from the usual dross hanging around the bar of any small mid American town you care to name. If any word came to her mind, it would have to be... yummy!

Drew smiled at the girl, "Sorry for being a pest - I must be sitting in a sugar free zone over there." He pointed to the corner whence he came.

She giggled and was unable to prevent a delicate blush pervading both cheeks.

"Oh, it's Ok," she muttered, pushing the bowl towards him, wondering what else she could possibly say to prolong his stay at her table.

"Thanks," said Drew. "You'd think being a Doctor I'd know better wouldn't you?" he grinned, glancing at the small bowl.

"You're a Doctor?" she asked, "Wow, you don't look that old," She immediately felt embarrassed by the inference of her words. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she added, "That was very rude of me."

"Nothing to apologize for," he replied smiling..."I get that all the time. To be honest, I'm actually a third year Intern at the State County Hospital in Milwaukee. Just here for a medical convention."

"Oh really?" she said. "Do you live in Milwaukee?"

Drew grinned. "Say, why don't you come sit at my table over there? it's not doing my back any good standing here bent over like this."

Realizing the humor in his predicament," she burst out laughing. "OK then," she answered picking up her drink and sandwich. "My name's Maryanne by the way." She extended a hand.

"Pleased to meet you Maryanne," he said, grasping her palm firmly, "And I'm Drew."

They crossed to the far corner and sat down at the small cubicle facing one another.

"So Maryanne," he continued, "You were asking if I live in Milwaukee?" she nodded.

"Actually, no I don't. I live at home still - in Appleton. It's a nice little place about thirty miles south west of Green Bay."

"I know Green Bay," she replied. "Our family had a holiday home up there when I was a child. Such a cool place to spend a vacation. Freezing though in Winter," she added.

"For God's sake," the voice intoned, resonating through Drew's awareness, "Can you cut the cutesy talk and just get the girl up to your room - we'll take it from there kid!"

She noticed his sudden change of demeanor.

"Something wrong Drew?" she asked. "You OK?"

"Sorry Maryanne," he responded quickly, feeling inside the pockets of his jacket suddenly. "It's just that I think I left my wallet on the coffee table in my hotel room over the road. It's got all my credit cards, and medical id in it. I have to go and check sorry. He pulled out a twenty from his back pocket. "Here, this should cover the bill at least. Thanks for the chat... and the sugar."

She looked so bitterly disappointed right that second, he figured he deserved an Oscar.

"Look," he added, "The convention doesn't start till 5 p.m. Do you want to come over with me and after I get my wallet, maybe we can have an hour or so in the Regent's Bistro?

"The Regent?" she said, obviously impressed. "Gosh, I'm hardly dressed for it," she added wistfully.

"It's just a Bistro," he added consolingly, "and hey, you look really nice anyway, that's a smart little two piece you have on." She blushed again.

They paid the bill and headed off towards the Hotel's entrance some thirty yards further down the Boulevard.

"Now you're talking," said the voice. Drew smiled to himself.

Using the swipe card he still had in his breast pocket, he opened the door to suite 862. Rather than wait in reception, Maryanne had happily agreed when asked, to accompany him while he fetched his wallet. It's hardly as though she was in any likely danger. Broad daylight and in the company of a young and particularly handsome doctor!

"Such a beautiful room," she muttered, stepping inside.

"Such beautiful tits," said the voice, as a hand clamped itself around her mouth, even as the heavy door slammed shut behind her. Propelled towards the queen size bed by someone with enormous strength, she was unable to dislodge the palm across her lips.

"Did you remember the knife lad?" Drew heard in his brain. He nodded as the girl was forced face down on to the coverlet.

From then on he was but dimly aware of what transpired in that room - merely that he had a service to perform... a duty to obey!

Maryanne however was unfortunately privy to everything that went on. As the keen blade hovered but an inch from her epiglottis, she cowered in fear. Silent fear that is. Time enough of course to have her mouth fully taped.

This, followed by her wrists being securely bound at her back, left her with all the freedom of a trussed chicken.

"And now my dear," said the voice, "I think we might indulge ourselves with a little correctional behavior if you will."

Across Drew's knee as she was, the first smack wasn't too bad. Well, embarrassing to be sure, but not especially painful.

"Don't mind your bottom being spanked eh love?" said the voice. "That's OK, all little girls seem to like it. You know, there was this cute little schoolkid - must be ten years ago now I guess. Hot damn, she had the sexiest little rear end... we really got her hot as I recall. Shame about that damn janitor."

The next spank made her gasp... well, as far as one can gasp into a gag. Blow followed blow and with the increasing application, Maryanne found her legs drawing themselves up at the knee... achieving no more than adding arousingly to her vulnerability. Worse, her skirt she could feel, was riding up her thighs.

"I know its naughty, but let's see what panties a pretty little girl like you wears around town Maryanne," muttered the voice. She wriggled uselessly as she felt a hand yanking her skirt right up.

"Blue suits you sweetheart," came the unwanted response, but she had no time to reflect on such things as her bikini clad cheeks were then forcibly submitted to a humiliating spanking, the skimpy material offering but minimal protection.

She was crying of course, but the hand was not to be denied. Even as she wriggled helplessly, she felt her panties being tugged lower and fresh blows rained down now on her bare bottom.

"Real sexy little cheeks you have there Missy, ' uttered the voice, "Even if I do say so myself." The spanks stopped and she lay still sobbing silently. Her rather shapely bottom was as sore as it looked right at that moment.

"Now we can't have a young lady getting all hot and bothered," continued the sibilant whisper. "But first, we need to check out a few things here." So saying, a hand encircled her waist and she shuddered as she felt the fingers moving ever upwards.

"Like I said," the voice went on, "You have the most beautiful tits Maryanne." Although fully repulsed, she felt an unforced flush of erotic pleasure as the fingers closed about her right breast, fondling the soft tissue with obscene intent. Again she gasped beneath the gag as Drew's hands took a hold of a breast each and commenced mauling them harshly. Any erotic pleasure she had imagined was now fully dissipated as the fingers slipped beneath her top and bra and began molesting her wholesale. She cringed on his knee as both nipples were crushed between thumb and forefinger. Cupping her breasts, the hands roamed at will, prodding, rubbing, separating and abusing.

Despite such unwanted attention however she was unable to repel nature's overall plan, and the continuous stimulation in this general area was causing her nipples to become erect.

"Well now," continued the voice..."What do we have here?... badly behaved little nipples no less." He pulled both hard, causing her to mumble incoherently into the tape covering her mouth as she squirmed in an agony of distress.

"Let's have a look see what's happening in other areas young lady," the voice proclaimed, as she felt to her horror, fingers slipping upwards between her legs. She tried to close them but two harshly delivered smacks on her still glowing rear end was sufficient to part them again.

Tears coursed down her face as she felt the fingers rubbing her labia hard, then their enforced separation as a finger worked its way up inside her. Her arms were aching now but it was the humiliating digital abuse her body was suffering that was blocking out every other sensation.

"Sexy little cunt aren't you," said quite another voice. She stiffened with horror. Lifted off Drew's knee, she was tossed face down back on to the coverlet... "Let's find out just how sexy, ' continued the same voice.

Forced into a kneeling position she knew what was coming but was powerless to prevent it. Rape is not a pleasant experience and for Maryanne that afternoon, pretty much as bad as it gets.

With merely obligated functionality and no emotional attachment to detract from the job at hand, Drew's penile insertion was somewhat less than a sexual epiphany for the young girl, virgin that she unfortunately still was. His first thrust made short work of both the remnants of her hymen and any hopes she may have had that the experience might not be too agonizing. Rape after all is rape!

The duct tape may have reduced all outward vocalized signs of distress but on the inside, her body was screaming at the pain caused by the insensitive intruder. Wracked with sobs she had to just kneel there and permit the on going debasement. She felt as if a bar of red hot iron was being forced up between her legs, one wielded by some outcast from the Spanish Inquisition. Drew was relentless or at least his erection was, after all he wasn't even aware of the debauchery in progress.

Working the teenager like she was the county slut, one who could well expect to find herself taking a dive off the Tallahassee bridge some day, it was just a matter of time until he found himself jerking copious amounts of sticky white gel way up where he shouldn't. Even in her unmitigated distress, Maryanne felt the hot spurts deep inside her vagina and sobbed with renewed grief for her stolen innocence... "My turn," said someone, "And I want the little cunt on her back... and naked."

Unable to pull off her top and bra, on account of her being bound, the hands literally ripped and tore at her clothes, taking obscene liberties with her body as they did so. Even as she lay there exposed and vulnerable, one hand fondled her breasts lewdly while other fingers pried her pussy apart thereby releasing further trickles of the invasive semen.

As Drew knelt between her legs - forced uncomfortably wide now, she saw his blank expression and with uncomprehending horror, heard the words "You are such a fucking slut Maryanne." His lips hadn't moved!

She had little opportunity to fathom this enigma however. As Drew pushed hard into her, he began fucking her so violently she felt the head of his penis intruding upon her cervix. Her world was given over to tortuous pain. Shaking her head from side to side in abject misery, she watched as he spread her legs ever wider, grunting in animalistic pleasure as he mated like the Cro-Magnon primate into which he had metamorphosised.

As his spasmodic ejaculation released yet more unwanted DNA deep inside her, Maryanne closed her eyes. Her dignity in tatters, her body wracked in pain, what did anything matter any more?

"Would you like anything to eat?" were the absolute last words she was expecting to hear.

Drew, dressed decently now, was standing across the room seemingly unmoved by the fact that a tearful and obviously just raped young girl was now lying naked and tied up on his bed. The fact that being gagged prevented her from answering seemed of little consequence to him either. She was further stunned by the fact that she could hear him ordering some refreshments from room service as if absolutely nothing untoward had happened. He had his back to her.

Perhaps due to a combination of body sweat and the frenetic activity wreaked upon her body, but one of the strips of tape across her mouth had come partially loose.

"Help me, please help me," she screamed. "I'm being raped..."

She got no further as Drew delivered an enormous backhander which staggered her and she fell back on the bed. The tape was replaced - Drew had gone.

"Fucking little bitch," intoned the cruel and gravelly voice, "Now you're really gonna pay with your cheap and slutty hide girl." So saying, he turned her over on the very edge of the bed. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, she felt the head of his penis as he thrust it hard up against her forbidden channel. This was the ultimate ignomy, the ultimate degradation. The pain was indescribable...

There was a commotion at the door.

"Back off her... right now lad," ordered the cop, his partner's gun held in what looked like the steadiest of grips. He didn't look like he was kidding around. Drew calmly took a few steps towards the chair, adjusting his fly as he retreated. Once again, he looked puzzled.

"What appears to be the problem Officer?" he asked in all innocence.

"Problem is son, you forgot to hang up the phone!"

The first few days of the trial were predictable. Hours of documented Police evidence, embracing forensic, medical and verbal testimony. Witnesses to the actual crime in progress as well as a tearful spell on the stand from young Maryanne herself. The jurors smiled at her heart wrenching performance with unrehearsed benevolence.

For most of this time Drew sat alongside his legal counsel, slumped disinterestedly against the desk in front of him. Occasionally he would pour himself a glass of water and stare at the court room ceiling.

The day he was called to the stand himself, he took his time crossing the Court, staring at the jurors like they were a bus load of Japanese tourists at the Hollywood Bowl. Sworn in, again he adopted that slumped pose.

Even before the prosecutor could utter a syllable, Drew closed his eyes, resting his chin on his upraised arms.

"With all due respect your Honor," echoed a fully unrecognizable voice. No one even could see Drew's lips moving.

"You've got the wrong man. Look at him. I ask you Judge, does Drew Collins look like a rapist?"

No one in the courtroom stirred. The prosecutor picked up the water decanter then put it down again. The defense attorney let out a gasp, while Justice Caldwell's jaw dropped several inches.

"Like I said," the voice continued, "Drew Collins a sexual deviate? I hardly think so." You could have heard a pin drop. "Of course, there is another here who fits that description to a 't'... he even did time last century so he tells me."

The booming laughter that followed, would have bequeathed Father Merrin the shakes!

The trial was aborted...

"Good morning Drew," muttered Charles Meredith MD, as the ambulance drew up at the crumbling brownstone steps, depositing there the young man manacled at the wrists still and standing between two large uniformed guards.

"It seems I may have been somewhat hasty in my earlier assessment. Come with me lad, your old room's ready and waiting!"

James looked down at the young girl. He had so hit the jackpot this time.
"Is your mom or dad home young lady?" he asked affably, knowing of course not only that the girl was alone but pretty much how long to the second he had, before her mom would be back. It pays to do your homework thoroughly in James’ line of work.
"Sorry, no," she answered, "Although my mom will be back any moment, but I don’t think she’s interested in talking about that sort of stuff," she glanced towards the bible in his hand.
"Look, I have to go now," the girl added cheerfully, "I shouldn’t really be talking to strangers."
"You’re dead right on that score kid," he muttered kneeing the girl hard in the crotch and shoving her backwards before she had a chance to recover from either the pain or the shock. Closing the door behind him, he placed his bible on the hall table. This was to be his piece-de-resistance.
Jenny Morrison handed over the twenty dollar bill and lugged her bag of groceries back to the Cherokee. She never liked leaving Denise alone for even the shortest time although she had educated her daughter about the ways of the world and had instilled in her the need for caution at all times. She was though still only twelve after all.
Closing the front door with her foot she called out for a second time, "Denise?"
Occasionally one sees things that in terms of deviation from the norm, defy rational explanation. The young man sitting on the lounge was one such moment for Jenny. Dropping her groceries from shock she cried out, "Who…who the hell are you?"
James raised the bible he was holding in his lap. "Tch tch," he chided her, "That’s no way to address a follower of the faith."
He watched amused, as she tried to coalesce some semblance of equilibrium.
"H…How’d you get in," she asked, her voice anything but steady. "Where’s my daughter?"
"Why, through the front door of course…..that’s the great thing about true faith ma’am, it opens-up just so many doors for you. As for your daughter? She’s upstairs – in her bedroom I think….. why?"
Reaching the stairwell as quickly as might Marion Jones have in her prime, Jenny raced up to Denise’s room. Throwing her daughter’s bedroom door open, her hand flew to her mouth. Her arms bound tightly behind her at the wrist, the young girl lay face down on her quilt, fully helpless and with duct-tape covering her mouth. She turned her head to look at her mother in the doorway…and also at what was now standing behind her.
"Cute little thing isn’t she?" James muttered, his arm around Jenny’s waist. The knife that glittered in his grasp removed whatever little hope might be deemed to have been on offer.
"She’s only twelve," Jenny sobbed, "Don’t you dare hurt her…"
Tears could be seen forming in Denise’s eyes now as the knife hovered threateningly close to her mother’s neck.
"What makes you think I want to hurt your daughter ma’am?" he grinned, "No Siree, why she’s just way too sexy to hurt…" he glanced across at Denise leeringly, "Wouldn’t you agree mom? That there’s one hot little piece of ass – even if she is just twelve?" Jenny dissolved into a fit of uncontrolled sobbing.
Pushing her into the bedroom he closed the door and locked it, slipping the key into his pocket. The power he wielded at that instant surged through him. He could now do what he liked when he liked and to whichever he liked.
Crossing to the bed he sat beside the girl and put his hands on the seat of her jeans, rubbing her bottom lewdly. "You think your husband ever has ideas about getting himself some action with this here little piece of pussy?" So saying, he slipped his hands up between Denise’s legs and crudely began rubbing her through the tight material.
The shock of his rude assault caused Jenny to sink to her knees on the floor. Wracked now with uncontrollable guilt feelings at having left her daughter alone in the house, she simply pleaded with their captor,
"Whatever it is you want to do….do it to me, not my daughter…please spare her."
He looked at Jenny. "I got a name ya know – it’s James. Don’t look at me like I was an animal or something, I might do something you’d regret." He sat there silent for a few seconds.
"Might just take you up on that kind offer though missy," he smiled. "Why don’t you get that expensive little dress off for starters, show me what you got on underneath?"
"Not in here James," she begged "Not in front of my daughter. Take me to my own bedroom and I’ll do what you want."
"And ruin half the fun?" he laughed. "I want the kid to see you getting undressed right here – give her something to think about next time she has her fingers in her own pussy. Now get that dress off quick-smart."
Jenny just sat there un-moving…
"Suit yourself," he said, then flipping the helpless teenager over he began to fondle the girl’s breasts through her thin top. So arousing did they feel beneath his touch, he was losing it. Nothing could kerb the Neanderthal urges uncoiling within.
"Alright," Jenny called out "I’ll do it, please let go of her." She stood up and began unzipping her dress.
Now it must be said that Jenny at just thirty-one, was the prettiest of young mothers and in fact would generally be assumed to be no more than in her early twenties given her yet slim figure, unblemished complexion and teenage hair-style. Pregnancy had left no calling cards and in truth she continued to be the source of many a teenage boy’s wet dream in that part of the County.
Inwardly she shuddered as the dress fell to the floor leaving her standing there in just her matching green panties and bra, exposed not only to the gaze of this one sick fuck, as she had not unreasonably determined him to be, but her young daughter, whose tears at her mother’s plight were sadly wasted.
"Not half bad," James muttered. "Hope you don’t mind my little self-hope program here," he added, "pulling free his erection and squeezing it obscenely as he gazed upon the young woman’s hot and shapely body." If Denise could have made a sound, she would have gasped at the sight alongside her, but as it was, she could do little but struggle to maintain her inbound air supply.
"Show your daughter your tits Jenny," he demanded, "Or would you rather I showed you hers?" he reached across and gave the girl a gratuitous fondle.
"No, please no!" Jenny cried out, not pausing to ask even, how he knew her name. Besides, it hardly mattered.
She slipped her hands behind her back, unhooked the clasp and shyly exposed her breasts. Denise’s eyes were the size of saucers as lying there, she saw her mother thus demeaned.
"Don’t even think about covering up," he hissed at her as she began to cross her hands across her chest, "Matter of fact pull those sexy nipples for me, get them nice and hard."
Again, Jenny’s hesitation cost her daughter dearly as James simply shrugged then yanked her tight jeans lower, partly exposing her blue cotton briefs. His mouth ran dry at the sight of her girlish mound prominent now beneath the soft material. Denise was horror-struck at the indignity of having her underwear exposed and began wriggling helplessly.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," Jenny cried out…"Here James, I’m doing it….look!"
Letting go of the teenager’s belt, he turned his attention to the fully awesome sight before him as Jenny, standing there in just the sheerest of panties, beneath which he could clearly see some hot little brown curls, began pulling her nipples as she cupped both breasts. The drawing-power of this scene being such that he began once again to masturbate faster.
Despite the embarrassment and humiliation inherent in so vulnerable a position, Jenny was unable to prevent nature taking its course. Virtually naked and playing with herself in front of a stranger, as well as her bound and gagged twelve year old daughter, dredged-up its own unwanted arousal factor and even as her nipples became increasingly taut and sensitive she found herself blushing.
James caught her reddening cheeks. "Not all bad news, is it Jen? Stripping in company can be quite a turn-on eh? Don’t figure your daughter minds seeing her mom’s nipples getting hard – probably wants to have a suck herself." He laughed at his own insensitivity.
"May as well roll out the whole box and dice now sweetheart," he rasped, wanking himself with rare abandon. "Take your panties off and let’s see your pussy. It’s yours or hers Jenny." He added, angling a glance towards the shocked twelve-year old.
Sobbing with renewed vigor, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged her skimpy panties down to her ankles where she let them slip off on to the carpet. Denise could but stare at her mom’s nakedness and dreadful vulnerability.
"Very very nice m’dear," he whispered, staring at the young mother from neck to knee as one might appraise a two grand hooker on loan for the night. "Now, show your little baby what naughty girls like you do when you’re feeling a bit frisky."
"Please don’t make me do that," she begged.
Making no reply, he simply leaned across and tugged Denise’s jeans to her knees, her underwear completely exposed to all and sundry. Able to make out the inward curve of the young girl’s vaginal ingress, he almost forgot about Jenny’s presence. Simply staring up between Denise’s legs he began pleasuring himself further.
Frantic now, Jenny began fingering herself. How could she be so wet she wondered?
"Here, watch me," she screamed out to him. James turned around. He could feel his grip on cohesive thought slipping, it was only a matter of time before he would be unable to control the emerging titan.
The girl standing there was slipping her fingers so hard up inside herself now he felt the onset of his own launch countdown. In an instant he was across the room and had Jenny on her back, his cock cruelly thrusting up inside her. He didn’t hear her scream of shame and discomfort, merely the pounding of his own blood pressure as he fucked insensible the submissive form beneath him.
Tears rolled down Denise’s face as she bore witness to her mother’s rape and debasement not three meters from where she lay prostrate and with her own clothing in tempting disarray.
Not satisfied with having raped the woman, James needed more. Pulling her up, he ordered her to get on her knees. Cum was running out of her even as she got on all fours, her rather compact rear end in line with her young daughter’s now blurry vision.
He had it in her within seconds and Denise could but watch, shattered and screaming silently as she watched her mom’s complete humiliation.
The worst was not over.
Turning to Denise, he slapped her mother’s ass-cheeks hard. "It’s OK sweetie, your mom is really enjoying this – probably the best fuck she’s ever had. You might wanna watch this though…little treat I had planned for her."
Pulling out of her pussy, Jenny just knelt there un-moving and semi-stunned. He continued groping her breasts lewdly then with no warning, began to push a finger inside her ass. Jenny began to shake her head….
"No…not that, please!"
Denise, unable to comprehend what she was seeing, had begun to shake her head in denial of the unfolding spectacle.
Watching the girl’s tortured learning curve, James grinned back at her. "Can’t stop progress kid. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away!"
He pushed a centimeter or two inside the forbidden channel.
"That hurts," Jenny sobbed, "Stop…please.. Not with my daughter watching."
She may as well have asked him to brush her hair gently.
The next few centimeters really did hurt and Jenny felt like she was being given an enema with a steel pipe. To James though, this was bliss….fucking the dignity out of every female slut that ever lived. He turned to look at Denise.
"Watch you little cunt," he mumbled almost incoherently, "Watch your mom’s ass getting fucked by a professional." The tears were streaming down the teenager’s face as she witnessed what no twelve-year old should ever have to see.
No longer aware even of her nakedness, all Jenny knew was a sea of pain. Sticky goo leaked from both fully defiled orifices and ran down the inside of her legs as she knelt there unmoving and crying forlornly. She felt nothing, making no attempt even to prevent him from further fondling her breasts as he took full advantage of her weakened condition. He slipped a hand up between her legs, allowing the mixed bodily fluids to drip on to his fingers. He raised them to his mouth sucking them slowly.
The mist was clearing, his game-plan returning. Getting to his feet, he tossed a glance downwards at Jenny’s ravaged body. Handmarks and scratches all over her naked back, crimson areas of her ass cheeks where he had spanked her in so undignified a display during his final few spurts.
Cruelly pushing her flat on the carpet, he dragged her arms behind her back and bound them swiftly with duct-tape. "No more…please, no more," she begged him.
Turning her over he dragged her back towards the bed where after some slight maneuvering he managed to get her alongside her daughter. Jenny’s breasts were splotchy and bore clear evidence of the unwanted therapy he had bestowed upon them.
Leaning to his left, he removed the duct-tape from Denise’s mouth an untied her wrists. On second thoughts he removed Jenny’s restraints too – no way she was running out of a locked door. Besides, he had a plans! Sensing that to scream would likely not be to her advantage, she just stared at him, completely terrified and shaking uncontrollably. Not even bothering to cover up his erection that had yet to return to its normal flaccid state, he merely tugged the young girl’s jeans off and sat looking at her breathing heavily.
"Show me your tits kid," was all he said. Denise looked horrified towards her mother.
"You promised," Jenny pleaded. "You promised…."
"Well, I think if we have the Court reporter read back the transcript Jenny, you’ll find simply that "you begged"…..I promised nothing." He turned back to the frightened young teenager. "Now show me your fucking tits girl."
Shaking, she raised her arms and pulled her top off. Jenny in that moment, lost all hope and just buried her head in her hands. The sight of the twelve year old sitting there in just her bra and panties was enough to bring his erection back to its former glory. As she unhooked the clasp at the front of her tiny bra, his mouth dried up like the Utah Salt Flats at the prospect of the coming vision.
The smallest of mounds slid into view, each surmounted by the puffiest and as far as he could judge, sexiest of girlish nipples it had been his pleasure ever to recall.
"Now you see Jenny?" he leered, "That’s what I’m talking about." So saying, he passed his hands across the young girl’s chest, allowing himself the luxury of contact with the softest of the soft. The small nipples jiggled beneath his touch and as Denise began sobbing at the shame of her exposure, he felt around each nipple and callously began flicking them softly.
He inclined his head towards the teenager. "Hey sweetie," he teased, "Don’t cry – pretty little tits like these – you should be proud of them."
He was now fondling her either side with quite some relish. At the point he began to rub his hand rapidly across both mounds, the girl’s sudden intake of breath and pleas for release from this demeaning treatment, would have drawn from most men some sympathy. In James’ case however, so aroused was he at the young girl’s helpless aspect, his need to possess her more, simply intensified.
"Oh, you want your mummy Denise, do you?" he teased. "Well here you go then." At this point he lifted her beneath her armpits and shoved her back until she was lying flush up against Jenny who herself was slumped against the wooden bed head.
"Now you can feel your mom’s titties behind you kid, right? Feel nice don’t they?…Hey mom," he added, "What say you have a little fondle of your daughter’s sexy tits while I enjoy myself here." He had a hold of his erection now and was wanking once again, in full view of the terrified child. Jenny made no move to comply, but at the point he retrieved the knife and waved it threateningly towards Denise’s face, she encircled her daughter’s waist and with pained reluctance raised her hands towards the girl’s chest.
"That’s it Jen….don’t be shy," he encouraged her…"Play with them," The disgust in her face was obvious, but as her fingers closed-in upon her daughter’s developing mounds, she started fondling the soft tissue and rubbing the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Denise gave a cry of utter shock as her mother’s fingers intruded upon areas where no mom would normally venture. Even the tears subsided as she glanced downwards and watched fascinated as Jenny continued to violate her most intimate of girlish possessions.
The view from James’ aspect one must say, was quite without precedent, even given his awesomely debauched experience. A twelve-year old little blonde temptress stripped to her panties and hunched-up between her naked mother’s legs – spread to accommodate her daughter’s new-found locale, having her nipples manipulated slowly. If he wasn’t mistaken, the young girl’s curvy little hips were wriggling with unforced pleasure from the sensations being afforded those perky little nipples.
"Now, I want you to reach behind you Denise – just your right hand sweetheart. Find your mom’s hot little pussy and start fingering her." Jenny began shaking her head and Denise – sobbing again.
"Oh sorry girls…wasn’t I forceful enough," he picked up the knife with his free hand.
His erection took on a new-found strength as the girl’s hand now inched its way behind her hips. He could see from the shocked expression on Jenny’s face that exploring fingertips had reached the holy of holies.
"Push right in Denise," he ordered. "Bit sticky in there, but you’ll get used to it babe."
If this wasn’t the sight to end all sights," he was understandably thinking.
Jenny’s hips themselves were reacting now to her daughter’s enforced exploratories while she was needing no further encouragement to continue fondling Denise’s hot little mounds upon which both nipples were quite obviously reacting to their maternal stimulation.
He was sure he heard a moan escape Jenny’s lips. Working his erection in full view of both girls – this was Christmas come early.
His voice wavering from his own exertions he gave one final order.
"P… put your right hand in your daughter’s panties Jenny, start fingering her hot little cunt for me."
"No," she wailed. "Don’t make me do that…not that!"
Before James could even react, Denise looked upwards.
"It’s Ok…mom…he’ll only hurt us. You can do it to me."
His eyes were glued to the progress of Jenny’s hand as it inched its way inside the young girl’s light blue cotton panties, her legs parted much to the same degree as her mother’s. He wanked ferociously as he saw clearly beneath the thin material, her fingers intrude upon the girl’s virginal mound, gently parting her labia and inserting what was probably her little finger into what must have been right then, the hottest little slit on God’s own earth..
Unable to suppress a gasp, Denise reacted by pushing her own fingers further into her mother’s vagina. It was just so hot there!
As Jenny began to gently rub her fingers up and down her daughter’s pussy, James found reserves of cum he couldn’t believe were still on site. Kneeling up, he simply spurted a stream of hot white goo in an arc that covered Denise’s face, her exposed breasts, the front of her panties and both girl’s legs.
The mist returned.
Grabbing the child by the arms he wrenched her from her mother’s grasp and just tossed her on her back where she lay whimpering. Literally ripping the panties off her now, he thrust his hands up between the girl’s legs and began rubbing her fully hairless pussy with one hand, her breasts with the other. She began to scream…as did her mother, but he no longer cared. Rape was the only thing on the agenda. When he had done her, he would take Jenny again.
Forcing her legs apart, the head of his erection was poised at the gates of the new kingdom. He pushed hard. Unfortunately the gates were locked and as Denise screamed out to her mother, he butchered her hymen with firstly his fingers and then when all else failed, the head of his penis.
So tight the channel, so red the blood.
Nothing mattered but raping this twelve year old harlot. Fucking that virginal pussy till time ran out. He had her legs now at something approaching one forty degrees. Denise was screaming in pain, his own penile skin rubbed raw by the friction inherent in tunneling between so narrow an entranceway. Another ten seconds - he may have cum in her. The question will never be answered.
Leaving his knife on the side of the bed really had been a big mistake!
There was suddenly a lot more blood!