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 Title: Guard at a Girls Juvenile Detention (Work in Progress)
Author: Airimis (m_19yr_old@hotmail.com)
Keyword: Mf, NC, slow, Unfinished

   (Please email me with suggestion as to where to go with this one)

   Guard at a Girls Juvenile Detention By: Airimis

   Chapter 1

   In many ways, I was just typical.  I went to school in a small town. 
Joined the Army at eighteen and done a few tours overseas before deciding
that it wasn't what I wanted to do all my life.  I had a few girlfriends,
but the stress of being away had put an end to those.  After ten years in
the military I had a few metals, a lot of experience and training, but
nothing that really made me standout.

   My family had never been close after I left for the military.  I was an
only child and my parents moved to Florida and once a year I made the trip
down to see them.  They seemed happy, but I never felt that I fit in with
them.

   The only thing of interest in my life lately was my new job.  I was
hired on as the night shift head security guard of the Female Juvenile
Detention Center near St.  Louis.  The last head of security was fired
after caught having sex with one of the girls there.  Administration didn't
know how long it had been going on, but when the maintenance department
installed high tech cameras that not only relayed the image to the security
station but recorded it, he was forced into "early retirement".  They
didn't want any headlines or a big press scandal for their oversight.

   Since then the video surveillance of the place had been completely
overhauled.  All cameras were high resolution so that even at a distance
people could be identified.  Also, rotating cameras were installed in
corners and halls that swept back and forth to make sure that all angles
could be covered.  The digital recordings were periodically viewed by
administration whenever they got bored or wanted to really find out what
was happening in the facility.

   They also come to the conclusion that in the four wings of the locked
building, there only really needed to have two guards on night shift due to
cut backs.  Someone had seen my resume and decided that a man with my
military and patriotic background should be able to be trusted.  They were
wrong....

   After three weeks of walking the halls, watching the cameras, and
reading reports, I knew most of what went on with the girls there.  I was
only responsible for two of the wings.  The first floor housed the seven
through twelve-year-olds.  They never seemed to have much trouble. 
Sometimes one would be crying in the middle of the night for their mommy
and I would take my time to comfort her or call the on-call care taker (who
usually could be found in the break room sleeping) to come and take care of
the child.  I wasn't heartless and actually liked kids, but I was concerned
for their wellbeing and didn't want to make mistakes with them.

   The real trouble makers seemed to be the older ones.  They were on the
second floor and ranged in age from thirteen to seventeen.  There were
twenty two of them at the moment.  There was only one seventeen year old,
but most were fourteen through sixteen with only three thirteen year olds
on the floor currently.

   The more I went over the video and logs from dayshift; I figured out
that Rosie seemed to be in charge.  She was a tough sixteen-year-old who
seemed to be calling the shots.  Two other girls, Emma (sixteen) and Molly
(seventeen) usually could always be found with her.  They seemed to move as
a group and none of the other girls wanted to tangle with them.  They got
first pick of television time, group games, and getting snacks from the
vending machines.  From what I could tell from the logs, no one seemed to
document this dominant behavior as negative, but more like just the way
things were.  I admit that I had to look very closely to see it, but it was
there, none the less.  I had spent too many years in the military around
people and recognized bullies when I saw them.

   There were many things that I was warned about, but mostly that
interactions with any of the girls needed to be in public.  The halls,
activity rooms, and court yards all had cameras, but the communal bathrooms
and bedrooms that usually housed up to four girls each didn't have video
coverage.  If I went into any of their rooms, I was warned to make sure not
to linger or as not to take the chance of being accused of abusing the
girls like the last head of security did.  I didn't think this would be a
problem for me.

   I patrolled the halls routinely, checked the locks on the doors, and
checked the communal bathroom and shower rooms every night.  My job was
easy, but it was very detail oriented.  I took my job very seriously
because I started to care about the girls there.

   Several of them were able to stay up on the weekends and I spend time
with them in the activity rooms while they watched television.  The older
ones didn't pay much attention to me, but the younger ones, who seemed
displaced, seemed to flock to me.  They ate up the attention.  I guess they
didn't get many friendly faces around here.  I even had my favorites after
a few weeks.  I even think that Stacy and Beverly (two of the youngest on
the second floor) were developing a small crush on me.  I tried not to show
favoritism, but I have to admit, I looked forward to Friday and Saturday
nights when I would get the chance to hear about their week.

   And when a girl did cause trouble, there was always the "quiet room" at
the end of the hall.  It really was a padded room, sound proofed, with a
toilet and a mattress on the floor, and a very thick strong locked door on
it.  It use to have a camera in it as well, but after being broken several
times by girls having throwing tantrums, administration said that it was
cheaper not to have one in that room rather than replace the expensive
piece of equipment every time.  Most girls were terrified of the room. 
Usually the lights were kept out when a girl was in there and the
soundproofing went both ways.  So with no light and no sound, it was like a
deprivation chamber.  The idea was that without stimuli the girl would calm
down on her own.  What it really did was just scared the hell out of them.
It was one of the few things that the girls feared.  The staff knew that it
struck fear into them and used it as one of the main ways to keep the girls
from acting out.



   One night, I had just completed my rounds on the floors without incident
and was casually watching the cameras when a flash of light caught my eye.
I watched the camera slide from one side to the other and then back again.
I watched for a few moments and noticed that very low in one of the
doorways, opposite side from where I saw the light shine from a small
object stuck out.

   Being decent with computers, I froze the image and enlarged as the
camera passed back to the other side of the hallway.  It was small, but I
saw a hand held mirror from a compact and small fingers using it to peer
down the hall.  I watched the camera swing back to the hall and again saw
the mirror pop out, but from a different doorway this time, further down
the hall.

   After checking my digital watch, I calculated that the round trip of the
camera was almost eighteen seconds to get back to the hall.  That would be
more than enough time to move from doorway to doorway without being seen. I
watched for a few minutes and the mirror quit popping out.  I knew that
whoever it was must be down around the end of the hall.  The older ones
were down there and the younger ones rooms were at the front of the hall.

   I got up and casually walked down the hall.  I was still fit from my
military training so I didn't carry a gun or taser.  I was strong enough
and trained so I didn't fear anything the girls could improvise.

   I glanced in the rooms and stopped outside Rosie, Emma, and Molly's room
when I saw a huge lump beneath Rosie's blanket.  I knew what it was, but
the question really was who it was.  All three girls watched from their
beds as I walked over and pulled the blanket off of Rosie.  She lay there
with her night gown bunched up on her stomach, no panties and Jessie (one
of the fourteen-year-old girls on the floor) licking frantically at Rosie's
slit.

   She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.  I looked at Rosie and the
girls angrily.  "Jessie, are you hear voluntarily?"

   She looked to Rosie and back to me.  Her voice cracking replied, "Yes,
sir." She looked back at Rosie as the older teen looked at me angrily.

   "Go back to your room and stay there," I ordered.  I didn't like a bully
but without Jessie willing to say that she had been forced, I couldn't
bring serious charges upon Rosie.

   "Yes sir," Jessie said and immediately jumped up.  She hurried barefoot
down the hall in her night gown.

   After she was out of the room, I just stood there looking at Rosie with
her pussy still on display.  She did nothing to cover herself.  She looked
at me challengingly, but I knew that I was holding all the cards.  I had
several options at my disposal.  If I reported her having sexual relations
with others, she could be moved to the maximum security side of the
facility.  I could have her tossed into the quiet room, for safety reasons
of course, at night.  I was allowed to use it at my discretion and could
write off on paper work for the safety of the other girls.  But I had never
liked bullies.  An insane thought came to me.

   I walked right up to her bed and put my hand roughly on her pussy. 
Rosie winced at the sudden contact.  She was already very slick from what
Jessie had done and felt my middle finger slide roughly inside her
entrance. I easily ventured inside her pushing deeply and barely touched
her cervix with the tip of my middle finger.  The entire time, I stared
into her eyes.  I watched her eyes change from challenging hard to fear as
she was violated by my probing finger.

   I kept eye contact with her and I started rubbing the front of her slit
roughly with the pad of my thumb.  I found her swollen clit and put more
pressure on it.  It wasn't tender or sensuous by any means.  I was trying
to send a message to her.

   Rosie's body started responding to my abuse and I could imagine her
silently cursed Jessie for being such a good cunt licker.  It wasn't all
that hard to get a reaction out of her because Jessie had already been
forced to lick her for several minutes before I stopped her.  I watched her
rising higher and closer to an orgasm she no longer wanted, or at least
didn't want by me.

   I watched her struggle to keep her hands at her sides.  Several times
she twitched to almost stop me, but kept forcing herself to keep her hands
at her sides.  I had already decided that if she did try to stop me, I
would immediately stop and just toss her sorry ass in the quiet room for
the rest of the night.  There was no sexual gratification to be had here.
It was simply a power struggle between the two of us to show who was in
charge.

   Rosie whimpered and stifled a moan as I roughly masturbated her to the
forced orgasm.  A tear tricked from her eye when she could take no more and
moaned in silent agony as her body refused to obey her will and a powerful
orgasm that she had been fighting consumed her.  It was loud enough that
her roommates watched her with eyes wide open wondering if I had caused her
pain.

   I pulled my fingers out of her and wiped her juices on her night gown. I
was still looking at eyes when she refocused on me.  "You stay away from
the young ones," I commanded harshly.  "The thirteen and fourteen year-olds
are off limits.  And if you think this is a bluff, just try me.  I can do
some pretty bad stuff over here, but on the other side, you wouldn't last a
day.  They will take a tough girl like you and break you for fun.  They'll
have you down there licking some girl's cunt, jamming stuff inside you just
to hear you scream, and use those tits of yours for punching bags." I could
see her wince as each of the mental images struck her.  By the end of the
sentence, I could see real fear in her eyes.  "Sleep on that while I figure
out what I'm going to do with you," I said and then left the room.

   He knew that her two roommates had heard it all.  I didn't hide any of
what I had done to her.  I wanted to humiliate her and make her realize
that I was in a position of power over her.  Hopefully she would be smart
enough to not want to mess around again.



   I thought about what I had done back in the security office.  I didn't
feel bad for abusing the girl.  She was abusing others.  I actually had
taken a liking to the younger ones and they had always been nice to me.  I
felt particularly protective over the thirteen year-olds.  I knew that I
should have been protective of all of them, but the younger ones usually
didn't harbor as much resentment toward men.  I definitely didn't have any
pity for Rosie and her cronies.  I was sure this wasn't the first time that
she had made other girls service her.  It was just the first time she had
gotten caught.  I didn't like bullies and thought that she had gotten a
taste of her own medicine.

   A few hours later, I got up to make the rounds on my two floors again.
When started down the hall of the second floor, I passed Emma and Molly
heading for the bathroom on the floor.  They wouldn't meet my gaze and it
seemed that I had instilled fear in the two of them.

   As I got down to the end of the hall, Rosie was standing naked inside
her doorway waiting for me.  Her brown long hair gave her a tomboy look,
but he knew that her muscle was lean muscle and had seen her from the
videos of her in the court yard.  She was strong, but had a slender
appearance.  The hardness in her eyes was gone, but she wasn't fearful.

   I stopped, still in the hall but watched her for a moment.

   "Will you fuck me?" she asked after a moment of silence.  She finally
looked and sounded like a teenage girl again instead of a girl who had been
in the children's jail for the last three years and fighting her way to be
on top.

   "No," I said simply.  It wasn't that she was unattractive, exactly the
opposite.  Her chest held swollen C cup tits with large nipples and dark
areolas.  Her mound was covered with thin soft curly hair that just allowed
her slit to be seen in the low light.  Her legs and arms were toned.  Her
stomach was flat and her hips had a slight curve to them.  I was sure that
I could have a lot of fun fucking her, but that wasn't why I told her no.
This was about power.  I wanted to make sure that she knew that I was
calling the shots.  "Please," she said.  "It's been a long time since I've
had a real man.  I need it." She paused for a moment and I didn't say
anything.  "I'll do whatever you want," she said submissively.  And then
looking down she added in a whisper, "I'll let you do whatever you want."
With that, she nervously bit her lower lip.

   Now she had my interest!  Could she really mean it?  Could the toughest
girl on the ward really submit to just for sex?  "Tomorrow night at the
midnight, have your two girlfriends out of the room, but don't let the
camera see them leave," I said authoritatively.

   "Yes sir," she said.

   I walked away casually.  When I passed by the bathroom, I lightly
knocked on the door and then continued down the hall.  I heard the bathroom
door open and close.  As I turned the corner, I saw the two roommates go
back into their room.

   My outward appearance was calm, but my mind was racing.  It had been
while since I had some good sex.  My last steady girlfriend had broken up
with me about a year ago.  I had never been inclined to young girls, other
than looking at them occasionally, but had never considered sex with them.
Now I was looking forward to fucking a healthy and willing sixteen year old
tomorrow night.

   My mind spun with possibilities.  The only thing I knew I had to do was
be forceful with her.  I couldn't believe how fast and hard she came when I
molested her in her bed.  Apparently her body responded to that.  It was so
good in fact that she begged for more and was willing to do whatever she
had to for it.  I must have really struck a nerve when I touched her to
make her submit like that.

   Also considering she was the bully of the floor, I wanted to knock her
down a few pegs.  I thought long and hard about the coming night.

   Chapter 2

   The next night seemed to fly by for me.  I had made a few rounds for the
cameras, checked reports of the activity on my two floors, and reviewed
some of the recording of the day, just to see if Rosie had left poor Jessie
alone.

   From what I could tell, Jessie stayed away from Rosie, but Rosie didn't
approach her or have a chance for a private conversation with her.  At
about ten, a thought struck me.  I usually didn't socialize much with the
girls one-on-one, but tried to interact with them in groups so that nothing
could be thought of as inappropriate.  This conversation needed to be done
in private, though.

   I went to the doorway of Jessie's room on the second floor.  She shared
a room with the three thirteen-year-old girls, the youngest on the floor.
Jessie had just turned fourteen a few months ago herself.  I surveyed the
room and all four of them looked asleep and still in their beds.  It was
only ten and lights out was at nine.  Most of the girls would talk to each
other from their beds for a while, so I didn't believe that they were
really asleep.

   "Jessie," I said quietly.

   "Yes sir?" she responded and I could tell she hadn't been asleep.

   "Will you come with me?" I said, but considering how this place ran, she
probably didn't feel that she had much of a choice in the matter.  The
people in charge believed in strict discipline and teaching the children to
obey authority figures.  I wasn't exactly on board with training them to
follow instructions exactly like that, but I have to admit that it worked
for keeping order among them.

   "Yes sir," she said and got up out of her bed.

   I saw the other girls in the room look over at her concerned.  Being
that oldest in the room probably made her the one that they looked up to.
"Don't worry," I told them.  "She isn't in trouble."

   That didn't seem to comfort the young ones any, but Jessie followed me
obediently out to the activity room wearing her night gown.  I gestured for
her have a seat and I took a chair opposite of her.  She looked very
uncomfortable and wouldn't meet my gaze.  I didn't know if it was fear of
what I might do or if it was embarrassment over what I had caught her doing
last night.

   "Do you want to tell me about last night?" I asked her softly.

   "No..." she whispered.  "I can't," she said and looked at me pleadingly.


   "You weren't there by choice, were you?" I probed.

   She looked down and shook her head no.

   "So why?" I asked trying to sound understanding.

   "She'll hurt us if we don't," she said looking like she was about to
cry.

   "How?" I asked and realized that if this were an official confession
that I should have had an audio recorder.  Just my word alone may not be
enough to prove that Rosie did anything.

   "She says that one of us has to come to her room one night a week.  If
they don't, then everyone in the room pays for it," she said closing her
eyes.  She doesn't look at me and her voice comes a little louder than a
whisper.

   "She hurts you?" I asked trying to hide how upset this kind of news is
to me.

   "Yes," she said and then tears start rolling down her cheeks.  She
looked ready to break into sobs at any moment.

   "How?" I asked even though I didn't really want to upset her further,
but I wanted to know what to look for.

   "Sometimes they hit us or toss us in the cold showers, but most of the
time, she hurts our privates," she paused to wipe away tears as the just
the memories of it are painful.  "She hurts us there so that people won't
see it." Jessie burns with shame and humiliation of admitting what had been
done to her.

   I felt so sorry for her, but more, I had a surging anger toward Rosie,
Molly, and Emma for inflicting this abuse on others.  I tried to sound
comforting.  "Listen, I've told them not to touch you or the others in your
room.  But I need your help," I told her.

   She looked at me with hope.

   "I need you to let me know if she tries anything during the day or on
the nights that I'm not here with any of the girls in your room," I said.

   She shook her head no frantically.  "I can't.  If they know that I
helped you, they will hurt me and the others very badly!" she said suddenly
scared.  "I protect them.  I go to them so that the others don't have to."

   I moved over and hugged the brave girl.  She had willing taken
punishment so that the others wouldn't have to.

   She hugged me back and buried her face into my side.  "Then we have to
work out a signal so that no one knows you told me anything.  How about
from now on, if she hurts you or any of the girls in your room, I want you
to leave a piece of paper with an X on the floor after lights out where I
can see it from the hall.  The no one will know that you told me anything."

   Jessie pulls back and looks at me.  "What are you going to do?  She
can't know that I'm helping you."

   "Don't worry," I tell her.  "I won't say anything about you or the
others.  I'm just going to try to make her not hurt you anymore.  Okay?"

   She looks at me with a tear of hope in her eyes.  "Okay," she says and
hugs me again.

   "Okay," I squeeze her gently.  "Now you can't tell anyone, but just tell
your roommates that things should get better for them."

   "Thank you," she says and we both get up and exit the room.  She heads
for her room and I head back down the hall toward the stairs.

   Back on the first floor security office, I watch the halls carefully.  I
have control of the cameras and could stop the motion of the cameras to
stay on the hall upstairs pointed at the end of it, but that probably
wouldn't help much.  They would just figure out another way around it. 
Kids were smart like that.  It would be better to use what I knew about
their methods of moving for my own uses.

   I got in to the settings of the camera motions and set it up with
timings and set it to my watch.  I programmed it for fifteen seconds views
down the halls.  Then I set my watch with the timer on the computer.  After
watching it and my watch stay consistent for several minutes, I was sure I
could use my watch to know when the camera would be pointed down at the end
of the hall.  I would need that window of opportunity tonight.  The girls'
idea of using the mirror was decent, but flawed because it required them to
peek out the door to see where the camera was.  I needed better than that
if I were going to get away with this.

   I pulled my log for the quiet room and all the things that needed to be
routinely checked in there.  I signed all of them to be done at midnight to
twelve-thirty.  At ten minutes to twelve, I saw the compact peer down the
hall to watch the camera from Rosie's room.  I guessed that Emma and Molly
were on the move.  I got up and started toward the second floor at a casual
pace.

   On the second floor, I peered in each of the rooms to make sure that all
the girls were in bed and that everything was fine as I usually did.  I
glanced into Rosie's room as I passed it and saw her sitting on her bed in
her night gown.  I continued down the hall like everything was ordinary
keeping track on my watch.  I let the camera see me go into the quiet room
at the end of the hall and shut the door.

   I watched my watch for the time and then quickly left the room, closing
the door behind me.  I smiled as I looked down the hall and saw the camera
pointing the other way before stepping quickly into Rosie's room.  She
stood up facing me as I quickly approached her.

   I was still upset from learning that she had been abusing the younger
girls on the floor.  I wasn't usually violent.  Being forceful was
something that the army had trained me to do, but I only did it when
necessary and usually, it always felt like an act that I put on.  But as
the faces of my two favorite girls, Stacy and Beverly, went through my mind
and what Rosie had probably been doing to them, I had no hesitation to what
I was about to do.

   I grabbed her hair with one hand and pushed her face down over her bed.
I quickly pin on of her flailing arms up behind her back far enough to
cause her to quietly cry out and stop struggling as I remove my hand from
the back of her head.  "Oww!" she says, but not loud.

   "Shut up!" I whisper to her.  "If you make any sound louder than a
whisper, I will drag you down to the quiet room where I will find different
ways of making you scream.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir," she says and tries to relax even though I'm sure her arm is
sending pain signals to her brain.

   I let her arm come down some, but I still have it pinned behind her
holding her bent over her bed.  Her night gown still covered her posterior
and I roughly squeezed her ass through the material with my free hand.

   She whimpered, but otherwise stayed quiet.  I felt that she was naked
beneath the night gown.  My thumb of the hand holding her arm traced upward
a little and felt the absence of a bra as well.  As I roughly fondled the
girl for a moment, I resisted the urge to spank her.

   I hadn't done it to many of my girlfriends and truly didn't find it a
turn on, but for Rosie, I felt that she definitely deserved a few strong
swats on the ass.  Two things stopped me from seeing how much see could
take.  The first was that it would surely leave her cheeks cherry red and
someone might ask how she got marked.  The second was that no matter how I
did it, it would make a good deal of sound, even if she didn't cry out. 
Any of the other girls might get up to see what's going on and I didn't
want witnesses.

   After squeezing both cheeks liberally, I addressed the girl.  "So you
get your jollies by using the other girls?  And now you think that I'm just
going to fuck you because you want it?"

   She whimpered again, but didn't really answer.

   I pulled up her night gown exposing her pale white skin to the night
air. Then I put my hand between her legs and palmed her mound running
flexing my fingers through her pubic hair.  Some of the hairs were caught
intentionally between my fingers and I pulled on them.

   She whimpered again, but stayed still mostly.  She spread her legs and
tried to ease the pressure on her sensitive area.

   I could have easily ripped the hair out but I just wanted to tug on them
to get her attention.  "I've thought about it and I don't believe you're
worthy of sex," I said continuing my speech.  "You're just a cunt." I said
putting as much distain on my voice as I could.  "You don't care about
others and therefore I don't see you to have any worth.  You're going to go
through your life pushing others around and never helping or caring about
anyone but yourself.  You prey on the innocent.  So as far as I'm
concerned, you are worse than worthless.  So you don't have any value to
me." I spread her pussy lips roughly and probe for her clit.  I find her
clit hood and tug on it.  I'm careful not to pull hard, but I coax it out
roughly because I know all the ways I can use it.

   She turns her head sideways and I can see tears falling from her eyes.

   I take her clit hood between my fingers and start mashing it gently,
applying pressure slowly and grinding it, but not enough to cause real
pain. "So you are going to be my fuck toy.  I figure that way maybe you'll
know what others might go through, and or possibly your life will have some
value other than to hurt others."

   I slide my fingers under her hood, which is already self lubricating
surprisingly and get my thumb and finger around her clit.  I feel her whole
body sense up and her back arch.  I roll the sensitive nub in my grip and
pull gently.  To my real surprise, it begins elongating as if she's
sexually excited.

   `Holy shit!' I think to myself.  `This girl is actually getting off on
all of this.'

   "Please," she whispered.  "Please don't hurt me." Rosie sounded so much
younger than I had ever known her to be.  She had always acted so tough
around any of the others.  "I won't fight you.  Just don't hurt me."

   I started to go soft for a moment, but then I remembered the hard look
from last night when she had forced Jessie down between her legs.  No, I
wasn't going to hurt her bad, but I did want her to feel something.

   I squeezed her clit enough that her whole body felt like it touched an
electric wire.  She let loose another whimper.

   I then let go of her poor clit and slid my fingers along her now very
wet to her vaginal entrance.  I wasted no time and pressed two fingers into
her tight hole.  She clenched at me, either voluntarily or involuntarily,
but very strong and tight.  I was expected tight, but her grip had my dick
standing eagerly waiting his turn.

   "Do you understand what you are to me?" I taunted as I started finger
fucking her with two fingers.

   "Yes sir," she said, but I felt her body start to respond to the rough
treatment.  Her breathing went from gasping in surprise to the harsh
treatment to deep rhythmic breaths.

   "What are you?  Say it," I said as I took my fingers out of her and
loosened my trousers.  I had planned to wait, but feeling how hot and tight
she was, I had to fuck her.

   She whispered.  "I'm just a cunt."

   "You are my fuck toy," I corrected her as I released my throbbing penis
from the confines of my trousers.  "You are here on this planet for my
amusement from now on," I said as I lined up my swollen head with her small
entrance.  Her body was so small compared to mine.  Her hips and body frame
only about two thirds the size of mine.  Her entrance could barely been
seen and her outer lips were trying to conceal its location as if I maybe
if I didn't see it, that I wouldn't invade her body again.  I placed the
head of my blood engorged cock at her entrance and felt her tense.  "Say
it," I commanded her.

   "I..." she started to say but halted upon feeling my dick slowly filling
her as I enjoyed it slowly forcing its way into her.  "I'm your...fuck
toy," she whispered.

   I had one hand on her hip now, holding her lower half in place.  In
moments, my dick hit the end of her tunnel.  She is tighter than any other
woman I've ever felt.  I feel as if I move too fast that it'll pull the
skin off my dick.  I can hear her whimpering into the blanket as I push a
little more and put the pressure on the tip inside her.

   "Ahh," she lets out.

   "Shut up!" I tell her harshly.  I pull slightly out of her too tight sex
and feel the hot tissue moistening.  I pump slowly into her a few times and
she gets even wetter.  "You pick on the young ones so you can get off.  You
are worse than any person that I've ever known."

   She whimpers as she quietly takes the long strokes of my dick in her
tight body, but doesn't fight me or try to get away.

   "On top of all everything, you're a girl.  You know what it feels like
to be used by someone and you would hurt another girl like that?" I say and
my anger isn't all just a show.  Protectiveness over the younger ones fuels
me.

   I start fucking her intensely.  I don't push hard into her cervix, but I
bump it every few strokes.  After a few minutes, her body starts to loosen
along with the incredible amount of lubrication that coats my dick.

   I hear a slight moan come from her.  And it's very light, but I could
swear that I felt her push her hips back to meet my thrust.  I really
didn't think she would get any pleasure from being taken like this.

   I press myself into her hard and bash the end of my dick against her
cervix.

   A cry escapes her lips.

   I lean over close to her ear.  "So tell me, cunt.  Do you like this?  Do
you like getting raped over your own bed?" I taunt fiercely in her ear.

   Tears flow from her eyes, but she doesn't make a sound.

   I resume fucking her, but I've let go of the arm that was pinning her
down and am lying almost on top of her body.  "Tell me.  A slut like you
sure feels like you're enjoying this.  Tell me how much you like having me
fuck you," I push seeing the humiliation settle on her.

   "Please," she says and more tears flow from her eyes.  "No, I can't say
it."
   I smile evilly.