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This is a work of fiction. I do not condone rape. Fantasies are one thing. Reality another. Don't confuse the two and you'll be fine. If you do confuse the two, have yourself committed. If you dont like reading stuff like this, you shouldn't be here in the first place.
"Oh god, no...please god...no," Rick thought to himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." But no matter how much he begged and apologized, the man's big hard cock continued to approach his mouth. Rick was being held down by the man kneeling on his small arms. The man's big rough hands gripped Rick's jaw forcing his mouth open. Then, suddenly, the man's dick was in his mouth. Rick wanted to gag. He wanted to be sick. He was disgusted at the feeling of having another man's dick in his mouth. But he was helpless to do anything other than begin to suck the man's cock. He heard the man moan as Rick's tongue moved of it's own volition, swirling around the big soft head. Rick couldn't understand why he wasn't gagging and puking. To the contrary, the pleasure centers of his brain were being stimulated. His disgust was still palpable and he by no means wanted to suck this guy off, but his body stubbornly refused get sick about it. It was as if there were an invisible little homo inside his said trying to convince him how much he loved feeling the man's cock fucking his small, pretty little mouth.
As if reading his thoughts, the man said out loud, "Oh yeah baby. That's it. Suck it good. You like it don't you, you little fucking slut. That's right. Suck my cock bitch. Suck it you little fucking whore." Tears began to roll down Rick's cheek as he recalled having said those very same words just three days ago........
........."Yeah baby..Yeah...suck it. Suck my big fat cock you little fucking slut," Rick said throatily as he pumped his hard 17 year old dick into the 12 year old girl's mouth. The young girl squirmed and tried to push Rick off her but Rick was too big and he was sitting on her chest, holding both her wrists in one hand. She tried to scream but her mouth was stuffed with Rick's tool. "Don't bite me bitch or I swear I'll fuck you up good," Rick said, and just to show her he meant what he said, he reached behind him and roughly pinched her niipple. The girl again tried to scream but Rick shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, stifling her protest. Rick reached back further behind himself and roughly pulled the girl's little skirt up past her waist. He grabbed her crotch through her silky pink bikini panties and roughly palmed her pussy. Rubbing her clit through the soft material and making her crotch damp despite her fear. With a hard tug Rick ripped the panties from the girl's body and thrust two fingers deep into her nearly bald little pussy.
Rick had met the girl (he thought she'd said her name was Angie or Bambi or Candi or something) a few hours earlier at a house party. There had been mostly kids from his school. Most of them juniors and seniors like Rick, but Angie (he decided her name was probably Angie) had snuck in with an older friend. Angie was o0nly in 7th grade and went to the middle school in the town. Rick had seen her almost the minute she walked in and knew he had to have her. She clearly was out of her element, hanging close with her older friend. Looking so innocent in her red tartan miniskirt and tight sleeveless silk tanktop. Her braless tits so small they were little more than puffy nipples, but they poked out from the blouse so seductively that Rick knew she was a dirty little slut who was just looking to get laid tonight. And Rick would be only too happy to help her.
Rick sidled up to her and struck up a conversation. He turned on the charm, treating her like she was much older, insincerely complimenting her intelligence as they discussed music history. Rick thought she would be easy pickings. She seemed so naive and brainless...like all the other stupid sluts in his school. He was having a hard time slowing himself down. He wanted to rip that skirt off her right there in front of everyone. Humiliate her and punish her for being a slut and a whore and a cock tease. Rick took a deep breath to calm himself down and continued to flatter and seduce her.
He noted the one thing that seemed out of place on her...her black nailpolish. "Oh, my family is way into Wicca," she replied casually.
"You mean like witchcraft?" Rick asked.
"Yeah, kinda," Angie replied dismissively.
"You don't look like a witch," Rick said, trying to be funny. Angie giggled.
"Well, we don't all dress goth you know," she said with a curious, slightly lopsided grin. For a moment Rick felt like there was more to this girl than met the eye. For just a fleeting instant he thought he saw an intelligence that he'd missed before. The thought flitted through his mind that perhaps she wasn't as naive as she at first appeared and he thought of moving on to another little slut who might be easier pickings, but then Angie giggled her little schoolgirl laugh and screamed "Oh my God!" and ran over to hug someone she knew. And in that instant, the flash of intelligence she'd displayed was gone and Rick was convinced that it was his imagination. She was just another stupid airhead slut and he was going to teach her a lesson.
For over two hours Rick charmed her. He almost couldn't stand it a few times. The inanities. Talking about stupid movies and TV shows and music and school. It was all crap and Rick feigned interest in order to keep her talking. He got her drinks - Sprite mixed with vodka - and slowly saw that she was getting drunk. Finally, he made his move. "Look...um...I need to ask you something," he said during a lull in the conversation. Can we go somewhere private?" angie agreed and Rick slipped out of the crowd taking her hand in his and keeping a firm grip. They went to a bedroom that Rick had scouted out before on the third floor, where almost no one from the party below would come. The bedroom had a lock on the door and was at the back of the house. Well away from any bathrooms that a drunken errant guest might be looking for. Once in the room, Rick locked the door behind him while Angie wasn't looking. He sat on the bed and asked her to sit. He placed his arm around her waist and Angies giggled nervously. "So, um...like...what did you want to talk about?" she asked.
"Let's cut the shit," Rick said boldly. "You know you want to fuck so let's drop the act and get to it." Angies looked at him as though he'd just started speaking a foreign language. "Huh?" she replied. Before the realization could hit her, Rick's hand did. He backhanded her across the cheek and pushed her back onto the bed. Angie was so stunned by the outburst of violence and the alcohol was slowing her reactions to the poiunt where Rick was naked and on top of her before she even had a chance to scream. His cock was already hard and he yanked the blouse up over Angies head.
"Stop it!" she shouted. "What are you doing? No!"
Rick slapped her cheek again, "Shut up bitch. You know you want this. You came her to get fucked and I'm gonna fuck you bitch. You little fucking cock tease. Don't play all innocent with me bitch. Suck my cock!" Angie opened her mouth to scream but before she could Rick's cock was past her lips. He grabbed a fistfull of her long light brown hair and twisted it to hold her head still. "Yeah baby..Yeah...suck it. Suck my big fat cock you little fucking slut," he said throatily as he pumped his hard 17 year old dick into Angie's pretty little mouth. Angie squirmed and tried to push Rick off her but he was too big and he was sitting on her chest, holding both her wrists in one hand. She tried to scream but her mouth was stuffed with Rick's tool. "Don't bite me bitch or I swear I'll fuck you up good," Rick said, and just to show her he meant what he said, he reached behind him and roughly pinched her niipple. Angie again tried to scream but Rick shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, stifling her protest. Rick reached back further behind himself and roughly pulled Angie's little skirt up past her waist. He grabbed her crotch through her silky pink bikini panties and roughly palmed her pussy. Rubbing her clit through the soft material and making her crotch damp despite her fear. With a hard tug Rick ripped the panties from the girl's body and thrust two fingers deep into her nearly bald little pussy.
Angie was crying and gagging on Rick's cock. "What's the matter bitch? My cock too much for you? Hehehehe" Angie kicked her legs as Rick fingered her pussy. "Mmmmmmm this is a nice tight cunt you have bitch. How many other cocks have been in it? Huh? You a big dirty slut fucking every boy in your school or are you just a little slut with just a couple of fuck buddies? C'mon...tell me the truth. Do I have to wear a condom because you're fucking every swinging dick in town or can I go bareback?" He pulled his cock from Angie's mouth and she gasped and sputtered and was about to scream when Rick covered her mouth with his hand. "Scream and I'll fucking cut your tits off before they've even had a chance to sprout, you understand me bitch?" Angie's frightened eyes looked back at him and she gave the briefest of nods. Rick loved the look of terror on her face. It made him even harder and he reached down and stroked his cock a few times before rubbing it against the red welt on her cheek. Angie turned her head to get away from Rick's fuckstick but her gripped her cheeks with his hand and forced her to turn her head back. He wiped the tip of his cock along her lips and she made a disgusted face like she was going to throw up.
"C'mon now slut. What's it gonna be? Rubber or bareback?"
"P-p-p-please stop," Angie begged. Rick slapped her face again and she cried even harder.
"Wrong answer bitch! I guess since you don't care, I'll just fuck you bareback. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll knock you up so you can have my kid. Heheheh."
"N-n-no. Please...p-please don't," She cried.
"Oh? So you want me to wear a rubber?" he asked sarcasticly. Angie could only nod. "Hehehe. Yeah...I knew you were a whore. You want me to wear a rubber cause you been with so many other dudes you don't want me to catch some fucking disease. You're so thoughtful...for a whore."
"N-no!" Angie cried. "I-I'm not...I've never...I just don't wanna get pregnant...please don't do this..." Another slap in the face silenced her pleas and Rick Sat up on her chest and took out the condom he'd stashed in his pants where they lay on the bed. Angie's breathing increased with her sobs as she realized there was no stopping him. She wanted to beg and plead with him to let her up but she didn't want to get slapped again. She could feel the heat in her cheek and knew it was turning black and blue. She tried to block out the pain and hoped she'd pass out but no such luck. Rick tore open the condom package with his teeth and expertly slipped the rolled up rubber over his dick with one hand. Then, he slid down the length of her body, still holding her wrists in one hand. Angie, realizing what he was about to do tried bucking her hips and kicking her legs.
Rick mistook her bucking for eagerness and said, "Oh yeah baby, you want it? You want my cock in you, you dirty little slut? Calm down. I'm gonna fuck you good, just like you want baby. Here it comes..." He reached down between them and aimed his dick at her little pussy and in one quick motion shoved his cock in her to the hilt. He felt her hymen tear but ignored it and, assuming the blood was lubrication, he began to pump in and out of her no longer virgin pussy.
Angie screamed at the pain but Rick decided to believe it to be a scream of passion. "Mmmmmm ...oh yeah cunt. You like that. Feels good doesn't slut? Bet you never had a real man fuck you like this huh? All those little boys you been fucking can't hold a candle to me can they?" He pumped her pussy faster and harder. His hips slapping against hers. Angie had stopped trying to buck him off and just laid there motionless as he fucked her. She silently sobbed as Rick violated her. He leaned down and bit her nipples which made her cry out again in pain. "Mmmmmm...I love these little titties you fucking slut. You like it rough huh? He sucked her nipple and let go of her wrists. Angie was too exhausted to do more than lay there quietly as he roughly squeezed and fondled her other tiny breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugging on her tit. Her eyes were glazed as he continued pumping his cock into her. "Oh god baby...You're so tight...shit you feel so good. Good thing all those other little boys weren't big enough to stretch out that pretty little cunt of yours...ohhhhh shit baby...I'm gonna cum...you ready for it...?"
Angie sobbed quietly as Rick suddenly pulled out of her and pulled off the condom. He scooted up to again sit on her chest as he stroked his cock once, twice and then shot a stream of hot white sticky cum which hit Angie in the face. She opened her mouth and sobbed trying to scream with disgust but his next load of cum went into her mouth and she gagged and sputtered. Rick's third shot was less forceful and landed on her neck and drippled down onto the bed. HIs last shot merely dribbled out and leaked down his hand onto her chest. Exhausted, Rick lay his entire body on top of Angie and went to kiss her mouth. She turned her head away and he wound up planting his lips in a pool of cum on her cheek. "Yuck!" he screamed, and spit onto her face. "Uchhh...that's disgusting. What the fuck bitch? You think I'm a fag wanting to eat my own cum? I should beat the shit out of you." He reached up to smack her when suddenly he heard the doornob rattling. "Occupied!" he yelled. Angie lifted her head to scream but Rick covered her mouth with his hand. Whoever was at the door must have left because the nob stopped rattling. Rick figured funtime was over and he got off her and began to dress. He looked at Angie and said threateningly, "Listen up baby, I don't want all my other bitches knowing that I scored a little action on the side. And I also don't want my buddies thinking I was so hard up I had to fuck a little 7th grade slut. So you better keep this to yourself, understand? I know where you live and I'll fuck you up if this gets out and ruins my rep. Got it?" Angie didn't answer. She got off the bed and tried to pull her clothes together and just glared at Rick. "I asked you a question bitch," he said with mock bravado. He suddenly saw that flash of intelligence in her face and began for a fleeting moment worried more about jail than his "rep".
Angie looked at him with hate filled eyes. "Yeah, I got it," she said scornfully. "But you better get this you fucking rapist," Rick started at the use of the word. "I told you my family was into Wicca, and I promise you this. By the Goddess you will pay for what you did to me. I swear, you'll pay."
"Hey bitch, what the fuck are you talking about? I aint no rapist. You loved it and you know it. You better not go and make up some stupid story and jack me up bitch, you hear me?" Rick's bravado was quickly fading.
"Don't worry," Angie said bravely, "What's going to happen to you will be worse than anything the police could do." With that she ran out of the room leaving Rick standing there confused. He quickly left the room as well, thinking she was going to run back to the party and tell evryone he'd raped her, but when he got downstairs she was nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, Rick felt the party was over and beat a hasty retreat back home.
Two days later, Rick was still worried about Angie going to the cops. Or worse, that her family would try and pull some shit. He'd been looking over his shoulder every day. Angie wasn't in his high school so he didn't see her and, despite what he'd told her, he had no idea where she lived. He didn't see her around town and didn't know any of her family members so he'd been somewhat jumpy. Everytime a door slammed or a car backfired he thought it might be the little slut's family trying to take a shot at him. He went to bed that night grateful for the day finally being over. but he couldn't sleep. He was thinking too much about the things the little whore had said. He tried to convince himself it was just regret on her part. That she really had enjoyed sucking his cock and getting fucked. After all, who wouldn't love "The Rick-ster" rocking their world, riht? Finally, in the late hours of morning he fell into a fitful sleep.
He awoke on the third day after the party and knew something was wrong almost immediately. He felt dizzy as he sat up in bed and thought for a moment that a spider have made its web over his head while he slept. He quickly brushed what he thought were spider webs out of his eyes and realized with a start that it was hair. Long blond, wavy hair. "What the fuck?" he asked outloud. He then cleared his throat as his voice sounded different, higher pitched. He thought to himself, "How long have I been asleep? How could my hair grow so long so fast? And why did it change color? Why didn't my asshole mother wake me up? And...." "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" he screamed outloud. He had looked down at himself and saw with a shock that he was no longer in his own body. His hands were slight and thin. He was still wearing the boxer briefs he'd worn to bed the night before but now they were ridiculously big on him. He knew without looking that his dick was gone. He had to pee but he had no "morning wood."
Rick may have been an arrogant, self centered, delusional, narcisistic rapist but one thing he was not and that was stupid. In a flash he understood exactly what had happened. He'd been transformed into a girl overnight. He knew with a sudden realization that this was what Angie had meant when she said her Wiccan family would get even with him. He jumped out of bed and looked around his room. It was still his room. The only thing that seemed to have changed was him. He ran to the mirror on the wall behind his door and looked at himself. He appeared to be a very cute 12 year old girl. He was naked except for the too big boxers which he held onto with one hand. His small breasts were no bigger than apples with pink nipples and slightly puffy areola. He ran his free hand up and down his body and then took a deep breath and let the boxers drop to the floor. Sure enough, as he expected, a bald little pussy stared back at him where formerlly his cock had stood stiff and proud. His eyes had turned green and, as noted, his hair had turned blond. He had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his cute little upturned nose. He turned sideways and noted that his little bubble butt stuck out lewdly atop long athletic legs. He stood looking at himself wondering what to do. What would his mom say? How would he go to school? How would he explain this?
He suddenly heard fotsteps coming up the stairs and looked aorund for something to cover his nudity. He picked up his tshirt from the floor and dug out a pair of old worn bike shorts that had previously been too small for him from the back of his dresser drawer and slipped them on just as the door opened. He turned to see his mother, already half in the bag from drinking her morning screwdrivers. Before he could say anything she asked drunkinly, "Who the fffuck are youuu? One of my little Ricky's little whores?"
"M-mom...its..." Rick began, but before he could say another word his mom screamed at him.
"I don't give a f-ffuck who you are. I told Ricky no sluts in my house. Now get the fu-uck outa here before I kick you s-slutty little ass," and as if to make her point she swung her arm at Rick, almost connecting with his face. Rick backed away but his mother staggered towards him.
"Get OUT of my h-house you little bitch!" she screamed. She tripped over Rick's pants and fell face down. Her head clipping the edge of the dresser as she fell. Rick stood there for a moment and saw blood staining his carpet. His mother lifted her head, the alcohol numbing the pain she'd likely feel later. "You FUCKING BITCH! LOOK WHATYOU MADE ME DO! I'm going to fuck you up now you fucking slut..." She began to get slowly to her feet and Rick knew he'd better run before she got up. Even in her drunken stupors, Rick knew his 250 pound 5 foot 10 inch mom was a formidable opponent - even when he'd been a 6 foot tall 17 year old. He knew he had no chance against her in his current state and that she wasn't coherent enough for him to even begin to try and explain things to her. He sidstepped her outstretched arm easily and ran down the hall, down the stairs and out the front door. As he was about to leap from the porch something caught his eye. He turned and looked and saw a large package wrapped in brown paper lying on the porch next to the door. Thre was a piece of notbook paper taped to it with large lettering that said, "You'll need this." He quicly picked up the package without thnking and ran down the street. He was halfway down the block before he realized he was barefoot, with no money and nowhere to go.
He walked to the park and climbed inside the wooden structure that he always called the "habitrail". It reminded him of those little plastic homes that kids bought for their pet gerbils. Kids could climb up inside and go from level to level, playing hide and seek or pretending to be in a castle. Today, however, it was Rick's refuge. He found a dark corner inside the structure and sat down to figure things out. "First things first," he thought to himself. "I need clothes. I need shoes. I need money and a place to stay. Then I can start looking for that Wiccan slut and make her change me back." He looked at the package lying next to him and the notbook paper with the message on it. He knew it had to have come from the slut and he tore it open. Inside he found a red tartan miniskirt, a pair of pink nylon bikini panties with a tiny yellow bow on the front, a matching bra and a white sleeveless silk blouse. It was the same outfit that Angie had worn the nightof the party. Except these all appeared new. Rick knew he'd torn her panties and had probably ruined her blouse when he nearly ripped it off her. He also found a pair of strappy 3" heel sandals and another note. This one read, "Be grateful I'm giving you something to wear. Its more than you deserve."
"Ha," Rick barked out a laugh. "If you think I'm wearing chick clothes...." but then he stopped himself. He couldn't very weall cotinue to wear what he had on. His shirt smelled (he hadn't washed it in two days) and his shorts had a hole in the crotch. He was suddenly very conscious of the cool morning breeze against his pussy and he shuddered. "FUCK!" he screamed. He was again shocked by the sound of his voice. Without warning and unable to stop himself, Rick began to cry. After a few minutes he regained his composure and resigned himself to the fact he'd have to wear the little slut's clothes until he could find something less girly to wear. He slipped on the panties and skirt quickly, trying not to enjoy the feeling of the silky nylon caressing his bald little cunt. He looked at the bra and said, "Fuck that," and slipped the blouse on without it. He put on the sandals, after taking several minutes to figure out how the straps went and then got up and began to walk out of the structure leaving the bra on the ground. He hadn't even reached the exit before he realized that, small tho they were, his tits bouncing against the silky blouse made his nipples stand out and feel like they were going to poke through the material. "Shit," he said. Rick went back and picked up the bra. He took off the blouse and put it on. He'd taken off enough bras in his time to know how they hooked so he slipped it on without too much difficulty. He slipped the blouse on and left the park.
Rick wandered around town all day. Around lunchtime he realized he was starving and he found a sandwich shop. Even knowing he had no money, he ordered a sub and when it came time to pay, he told the boy behind the counter that he'd left his money in the car. The kid looked at him suspeciusly. "You're not old enough to drive," he said.
"Of course not," rick replied in as sweet a voice as he could muster. "My mom's waiting in the car for me. I'll be right back, ok." Rick flashed the boy a dazzling smile and the kid nodded assent. As soon as he was outside, Rick took off running. He couldn't run very fast in the heels and he tripped once, but he got far enough away quickly enough that there was little chance of the kid behind the counter catching him. Rick went again to the park and sat and ate his lunch. When he was done he began walking the streets again. In part he was hoping to see Angie. He made his way to the middle school around 2:30pm but he didn't see her in the throng of kids leaving when the bell rang. He realized his next problem was going to be finding a place to stay that night. After ripping off a couple of slices of pizza from another restaurant in the same way he'd acquired his lunch, Rick went to the mall to think. As he sat in the courtyard, several boys walked past and whistled at him. Rick suddenly realized that he'd been sitting with his legs apart and the boys hada clear view up his skirt. His face turned beet red and he shouted at them, "Fuck you, faggots!"
The boys stopped in their tracks and walked over to Rick. "What the fuck did you just say you little slut?" Rick realized his predicament immediately and quickly apologized and got up to leave.
"Hey, don't run away baby," one of the boys called after her. "We won't bite....much....hahahahaha!" Rick quickly hurried out of the mall and, ralizing he had nowhere else to go, he found himself back in the park around 9:00 o'clock. He sat in what he by now thought of as his "usual" spot and began to cry. He was cold and tired and...yes...scared. His former bravado had long since left him. He knew he was extremely vulnerable but he didn't know what to do. Slowly his sobs quieted and exhaustion took over and he fell asleep sitting against the rough wooden wall.
He didn't know what time it was when he awoke hours later but he knew it had to be late at night. It was pitch black inside the "habittrail" and he lay there for a moment wondering what woke him. Then he heard something that made his blood freeze. Voices. Men's voices. "I'm telling you she's asleep in here." He heard one of the voices say.
"Get out dude," a second voice said, "What's some little girl doing sleeping inthe park?"
"I don't know man," the first voice replied, "Maybe she run away from home. Shhhhhh...I saw her in here before...we don't wanna wake her up....yet...hehehehe"
Rick knew he was trapped. there was only one way in and out of the "habittrail", the better for moms to not lose their kids, and the men were nearly on top of him. He feigned sleep and kept his eyes closed, hoping they'd go away and leave him alone. He felt their body heat and knew they were close to him. The first man whispered, "See, just like I tole ya". Suddenly, Rick felt a hand on his thigh. He tried not to jump out of his skin and remained still, not knowing what the men might do if they knew he was awake. Then he felt the hand rise higher up his thigh and under his skirt while he felt another hand cupping his tit thru his blouse. He suddenly could not pretend to be asleep anymore, knowing what these men had in mind. He tried to jump up and was roughly grabbed from both sides and forced to the floor.
"Now now sweety. Don't struggle. You'll only make it harder on yourself," the first man said. "We're just gonna have a bit of fun and then we'll leave ya, but if you're gonna make a scene, we're gonna have to hurt you." Rick seemed not to hear and he struggled and tried to push the hands off him but them men were too strong for his new, smaller body and weaker arms. He could smell alcohol on their breath as they panted. Seeming to get more excited by his efforts to escape.
"Bring her over here where I can see better," the second man said, and Rick felt himself being dragged along the rough wooden floor into a pool of light shining into the structure from a nearby streetlamp. Rick could now see the men better. They appeared to be construction workers. Dressed in jeans and workboots with long sleeved flannel shirts. Rick noticed a small plastic baggie sticking out of the first man's pocket and recognized the handrolled cigarettes as pot. In the back of his mind, Rick realized the man must have come to the park after work to smoke a joint and found him sleeping. Try as he might, however, Rick could not break free of the mans' grasp. He first heard the sound of a zipped and looked over and saw the other man pulling his jeans and underwear off. His cock was big and hard. Pre-cum ozzed from the tip. "N-no...don't..please...you don't understand..." Rick tried to say. He felt the sting as the first man slapped his face.
"Shhhhh...I told you honey....just relax. We're gonna make you feel good."
The second man who was now naked, climbed onto Rick's chest and kneeled on his arms. The pain was excurciating and Rick gasped. "That's right baby. Open wide for Daddy," the second man said as he positioned his cock at Rick's open mouth. "Oh god, no...please god...no," Rick thought to himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." But no matter how much he begged and apologized, the man's big hard cock continued to approach his mouth. The man's big rough hands gripped Rick's jaw forcing his mouth open. Then, suddenly, the man's dick was in his mouth. Rick wanted to gag. He wanted to be sick. He was disgusted at the feeling of having another man's dick in his mouth. But he was helpless to do anything other than begin to suck the man's cock. He heard the man moan as Rick's tongue moved of it's own volition, swirling around the big soft head. Rick couldn't understand why he wasn't gagging and puking. To the contrary, the pleasure centers of his brain were being stimulated. His disgust was still palpable and he by no means wanted to suck this guy off, but his body stubbornly refused get sick about it. It was as if there were an invisible little homo inside his said trying to convince him how much he loved feeling the man's cock fucking his small, pretty little mouth.
As if reading his thoughts, the man said out loud, "Oh yeah baby. That's it. Suck it good. You like it don't you, you little fucking slut. That's right. Suck my cock bitch. Suck it you little fucking whore." Tears began to roll down Rick's cheek as he recalled having said those very same words just three days ago. The man continued to pump his cock in and out of Rick's mouth as the other man, now naked as well, pushed Rick's skirt up above his waist. Rick felt his panties begin ripped off and his legs being forced apart.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." the prayer kept repeating in Rick's mind. "PleaseGodnonononononono. Oh God no...please don't rape me...I'm sorry...I don't want to be fucked...I'm not a girl...please no this can't be happening...." Rick was helpless to move. He couldn't speak. The second man was pumping his cock into his mouth and laughing while speaking a string of obscenities. Rick felt the first man's cock pressing against his tight little 12 year old cunt and heard the man say, "Shit this bitch is tight! " He felt them man shove his cock into his pussy and felt something tear. The pain was unbearable and Rick began to pray he'd pass out. He screamed around the scond man's cock but the brute's thrusts muffled it till it sounded more like a scream of passion.
"Oh yeah dude, she's loving it!" the second man said. He thrust deeply into Rick's mouth and Rick could feel the tip of the man's cock against the back of his throat. Amazingly, Rick seemed to have no gag reflex and all he could do was swallow. "Fuck she's deep throating me dude, fucking slut is a cocksucking expert! Hahaha" The man moved his hips from side to side and Rick could feel the man's balls against his chin. His nose was buried in the man's pubic hair and he could smell his musky salty sweat. His disgust was plapable. He tried again to scream but woound up only swallowing the man's cock deeper. "Mmmmmm fuck yeah slut. Swallow my cock"
Meanwhile, Rick felt the first man thrusting into his pussy. He could feel wetness between his legs but didn't know it was blood. "Fuck, holy shit man, I think this bitch was a virgin!" the first man said.
"WAS being the operative word dude," the second man laughed.
"No really, check it out. I just popped her cherry", the first man laughed as well. He continued pumping Rick's cunt as he said, "Mmmm...shit...I haven't poped me a virgin since I was 13 and nailed Robin Masters behind the bleachers." He began pumping faster and, ddespite himself, Rick felt his cunt moisten with more than just blood.
the scond man began thrusting in and out of Rick's throat faster now. "You lucky bastard," he said, "I ain't never had me a virgin. But I love the way this cunt is sucking my pole." Rick felt the man's balls slapping against his chin as the man face fucked Rick while holding his head tightly between his big strong hands. Suddenly the man tensed and gave one final deep thrust and Rick felt the man's cock twitch and begin to spurt cum down his throat. Rick could feel along his tongue the cum pulse along the underside of the man's dick and thereby knew the hot salty load was about to hit his throat an instant before he tasted it. Rick instinctively swallowed despite wanting to spit it out. He was so disgusted with the idea that he was swallowing another man's cum that he lifted his hips off the ground despite the weight of the two men. The first man took this as a sign that Rick was finally getting into fucking and he shouted, "Oh yeah basby, that's it, move them hips and fuck me like a good little whore. Rick's scream was still muffled by the second man's cock which had finished spurting its creamy load down his throat. Rick could feel the hot cum sliding down his esophagas and into his belly. He wanted nothing more than to puke his guts up but still his body refused to cooperate. The little homo in his head whispered a silent "Mmmmmmm"
Suddenly the first man let out a grunt and slammed his cock home. Rick felt the man's balls on his bare ass and felt hot wetness flooding his insides. He knew the man had just cum in him and the tears flowed down his cheeks. the second man finally pulled his cock from Rick's mouth and got off him. Rick was sobbing. His arms were numb from the pain. The first man pulled his dick out of Rick's pussy and slid up to wipe the mingled cum and blood on Rick's face. Rick's tears streamed down thru the sticky mess and left pale pink streaks on his cheeks. Rick sobbed and sobbed. He lay there on the dirty floor half naked, his legs splayed and his blouse and bra pushed up over his tiny little tits. He looked like exactly what he was. A little girl who'd just been raped. He heard the men dress and leave the structure.
It seemed like hours later when Rick was finally able to gather his wits enough to pull his clothes together. His panties were ruined and he absently wondered how he'd have to be extra careful tomroow not to let boys see up his skirt. He sat there till dawn broke and dreaded the coming day.