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

   Foreword: This story was sent to me by a young woman who read my story
"Black Cat Halloween".  Her
story is interesting, both the one below which she wrote and her own

personal tale which she sent me.  She said she identified with Black Cat as
she had been raped on a Halloween night when she was an 8 year old girl.  I
think that many of the things she wrote are very autobiographical.

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

   I AM 12

   No, I am actually 19 now.  What I write about happened to me when I was
a little kid and I am still as addicted to on line porn as I was then.  It
actually started when I was in the 4th grade, just after my family bought
our first computer.  If you read Daren Peters story Black Cat Halloween,
you pretty much know how I got into sex.  I was raped by a stranger when I
was 8.  He took me into the woods and fucked me.  Cops might tell you that
if a little girl gets raped she turns against sex.  That's bullshit.  Once
you know what your pussy if for you can't stop.  For me, I can't get
enough. I am addicted to sex.

   I guess I should explain about losing my cherry.  When I was 8, we lived
in Texas then, a little town near Austin.  Things were different back then.
Kids could go out alone.  If I told you the name of the town you might
remember reading about what happened to me.  It was in all the papers. 
Anyhow, it was Halloween.  My three friends and I had decided to dress up
as Smurfs.  I spent a couple a hours getting ready.  Mom had brushed blue
body powder all over my face, my legs, and my arms.  I had this cute little
hat she'd fashioned out of one of the chef's hats from the restaurant where
she worked.  I felt really cute.

   I met my friends at the 7/11 and I was so pissed.  I was the only Smurf.
All that trouble and I was the only blue one.  I stormed off alone, leaving
them and common sense behind.  I wanted people to see me.  It never crossed
my mind that Halloween is the best night of the year for men that prey on
little kids.

   I crossed the road and headed into one of the better neighborhoods
looking for houses with decorations and lights on.  After hitting about a
dozen houses I cut through a yard to get to another area when I heard this
man calling out.

   "Tommy!  Tommy?  Where are you son?" He was headed towards me through
the patch of woods that separated the neighborhoods.  "Tommy!  Come here,
Tommy!  Hey, little Smurf, have you seen a little boy in a cowboy outfit? I
can't find my son." He walked up to me.  My natural instinct was to help
find his kid.  "Can you help me look for him?"

   He took my hand and gently pulled me along with him.  We headed deeper
into the growth of trees.  I felt a little special to be able to help him.

   "Whew, I'm tired" he explained.  "I need to sit down for a minute." He
sat on the ground beside a large tree and pulled me down to his lap. 
"Here, sit on my lap so you won't get your costume dirty." Daddy always let
me sit on his lap like that so I was OK with it.  "Did your mommy make your
costume?" I nodded and started talking a mile a minute telling him all
about it.  I didn't even notice that he was holing me against him.  I
didn't even notice that his hands were on my bare legs.  It wasn't until he
turned my face up to his and kissed me on the lips.

   I never felt a kiss like that before.  It wasn't like Daddy or Mommy
kisses me.  They both kiss my lips but not like that.  His kiss was soft
but not a quick peck.  He held his lips, warm and soft lips, against mine.
He put his hand behind my head and held me to him.  I felt his lips move.
He took my whole mouth into them.  I felt his tongue sliding gently over my
mouth, my lips.  He pressed his tongue into me, he ran his tongue over my
teeth, gently forcing them apart.  His tongue was in my mouth.  He was
licking my tongue, exploring my mouth, sucking on me, sucking my tongue
into his mouth.  What was happening?  Why was I getting that feeling in my
tummy?  What was happening to my pussy?  Was that his elbow pressing
against it, rubbing between my legs?  My god, what was this feeling.

   His hand was on my chest.  His cool fingers were on my skin, lifting my
costume shirt up, his whole hand under it.  He was touching my chest, he
found my little nipples - now hard and sensitive.  I think he rolled them
between his thumb and a finger, I don't know.  The kiss and his touches
made my head swirl.  He broke the kiss and lifted my chin up.  He was
sucking my neck, sending thrills through my body.  Feeling I never had
before.  My ear, my blue ear, was in his mouth, his tongue dug into it. 
His hand left my chest and moved down my body.  I don't know why I spread
my legs but I did.  He was touching me down there.

   "Lift up." He told me.  And I did.  I don't know why but I did.  He
slipped my pants down, they were at my ankles.  His hand was on my little
pussy.  I bent my knees to the sides, giving his hand more room, more
access to me.  My mouth was back in his, my whole mouth, his tongue never
stopped moving, exploring my little mouth.  My head swam.  His fingers
lifted the fabric of my panties.  He slipped fingers in them through the
leg opening.  He was touching me.  No one had ever touched me there before.
I let him.  I liked it.

   Then he was on top of me.  I don't know how he got there, I don't know
what he did but I knew at that moment what was going to happen.  He was
going to fuck me.  This was no Halloween joke.  I knew about fucking.  You
might not know what little girls talk about but we talk about fucking.  I
knew this man was going to do it to me.  And I let him.

   The ground felt damp against my bare bottom.  Rocks dug into my butt. 
They hurt me.  I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him NO, but I said
nothing.  I did nothing.  I let him do anything he wanted.  I think I
wanted it.

   He lifted my little girl legs over his shoulders.  His mouth moved to
me. My virgin little pussy was in his mouth now.  He was sucking on it,
licking and sucking, biting and tonguing me.  I was in pleasure and in
pain. He stopped and loomed very large over me.  Then he did it.  At first
it didn't hurt but then, Wow.  That hurted a lot.  Then he was in me.  I
felt like I was going to burst, like he was going to break me in half.  It
was like he put a baseball bat up inside me.  I know I cried but I don't
remember it.  All I remember is that full feeling.  Well, that and the
rocks cutting into my back.  That really hurt, especially when he thrust
hard into me.

   It didn't take long before he started breathing really hard and calling
me names.  "Little bitch.  You fucking little dirty whore." He shoved his
big thing up in me, I felt it hurt me deep deep inside me.  "Fuck me you
little slut whore.  You piece of shit." He really humped into me when he
called me that.  "I'm gonna break you in half." I know he said that cause
that's when I got a little scared.  I though he really was going to break
me.  I couldn't believe my little pussy could take all that.

   Then I felt it, a feeling coming up from my toes.  I think my eyes
rolled back in my head.  I didn't know the word "swooned" back then but
that's what happened.  I passed out cold.  I woke up later.  I don't know
how much later but I was naked and it was cold.  The man was gone and my
pussy hurt.  I was no longer a little girl knowing nothing.

   When I was 12, I'd dream of the man.  I dream of the feeling each night
as I lay in my bed, trying to find that feeling again as I use my
hairbrush. Now I know my Daddy gets that feeling as well.  That year my
Daddy ordered a computer.

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

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

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

   "Hi"

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

   "12"

   "I'm 14."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I got scared."

   "U nu?"

   "Ya."

   U 12?

   Ya

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

   Daddy, no.  Please Daddy"

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

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

   He shoved hard.  He was in me.

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

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

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



   Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck me."



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



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