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Monday, 4th September 2000.
"Charlotte!", Stephen James yelled up the stairs to his stepdaughter, "Get up, will you? You'll be late for school!"
When no reply came back, Stephen trudged wearily upstairs to the young girl's bedroom. Pushing the door open, he looked in to see that the 11 year old was still sleeping soundly. He could just see the dark curly hair on the very top of Charlotte's head peeking out from the top of the duvet, which engulfed the rest of her body.
She stretched languidly, as she began to stir and one leg emerged from under the covers. Stephen swallowed as he realised that her Barbie nightie was rucked up over her hips and that she was wearing nothing beneath it. If he looked hard enough he could just make out her... Stephen looked sharply away - Sally's daughter was growing up fast and he realised that he was going to have to resist serious temptation in the coming years. Even now he struggled with the desire to reach out and gently stroke that slender young limb that lay exposed before him. Just a paternal loving stroke. There could be nothing wrong with that could there? A tender stroke from the top of her girlish thigh to the tip of her slender ankle. Or maybe the other way...
Stephen felt himself harden and forced himself to look away from his stepdaughter's alluring form. He looked to the floor where her uniform lay neatly folded, where Sally had left it this morning, before she went to work. Her white cotton panties, black buckled shoes, white knee socks and school tie sat on top of her short grey pleated skirt, which in turn lay on top of her white school blouse. Hanging on the knob of the chest of drawers was Charlotte's training bra, with a post-it note, in her mother's handwriting, that said "wear me!". Stephen smiled. The young girl's breasts had just started to bud that summer and she was terribly self-conscious about wearing the thick white bra. Yes, their little girl was growing up fast.
Stephen coughed and said "Charlotte. You'll be late for school. You don't want to miss your first day of high school" When he saw the young girl begin to stir, he discretely left. As he past the bathroom door. He banged on it. "Andy!" he called, "You can get a move on as well!" Andy was a year older than Charlotte, and starting to make the bathroom his second home.
In the bathroom, Andy heard the knock and somehow summoned the presence of mind to mumble something in reply. Saying anything coherent was a little difficult at the moment as he struggled with an unremitting teenage erection. His current fantasy involved the Scooby Doo mug he kept his toothbrush in - or more specifically with the character of Daphne on it. Why had he never noticed before what short skirts she always wore? He pictured himself as the wolf man sneaking up behind her when she got separated from the rest of the gang. He might be only 12, but he would jump down on her and knock her to the ground. And when he had done that and her little skirt had slid up her thighs, he would jump on top of her and thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and...
"Andy!" a voice called and he groaned, "are you finished in there yet?" It was his kid sister. Reluctantly, Andy pushed his unyielding boner back into his black school trousers, and held a towel in front of himself as he left the bathroom. He shuffled past his sister, who was still wearing her nightie and carrying her neatly piled and only once worn school uniform.
As he entered his own bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, Andy looked back. His little sister had left the bathroom door ajar and so he could see her as she took off her Barbie nightie and revealed her naked body beneath. He watched her get into the shower and soap her little breasts. With her slim waist and rounded bum, Charlotte's body was no longer quite that of a child. Andy lay on his front on the bed, rubbing himself against the cloth as he watched his little sister. Just as he thought he might explode inside his school trousers, Andy heard his step-dad calling him to breakfast. With great reluctance Andy heeded the call.
When Charlotte got out of the shower, she was refreshed and awake and feeling quite enthusiastic about her first day at senior school. She dried herself thoroughly and stood naked in front of the sink to brush her teeth. She badly needed to pee, but she deliberately refused to go straight to the toilet. It was a game to her - a pleasant sort of agony, to put off going until the need became unbearable.
She brushed her teeth slowly and deliberately and then she began to get dressed. She started with that new bra. She didn't like to wear the ugly thing, it made her feel self conscious. She pulled it across her little adolescent breast buds and fumbled for an age with the catch. Every second that she took, made the agony of wanting to piss all the more excruciating.
Next she put on the white school blouse. She had only worn it once before to test the fit and then it had been taken away, washed and carefully ironed by her mother. She picked up the grey pleated skirt and wrapped it round her hips. She twirled in front of the mirror and the grey cloth brushed pleasantly past her bare hips. She still needed to pee, so she left her panties on the floor for the moment, as she didn't want to leak into them.
Charlotte carefully tied her school tie and pulled up her white knee socks. Finally she added her black shoes to the ensemble and straightened up to admire herself in the mirror. Very smart. Charlotte smiled. Like her mother she took great pride in her appearance.
Charlotte felt a spasm of sweet pain pass through her nether regions. She really needed to wee badly now, but she forced herself to carefully bush and tie her lustrous dark hair, that hung in curls to her upper back. By now the need really was unbearable, to the extent that Charlotte nearly bent double, when the next spasm came. The pretty schoolgirl breathed deeply, took one last look at herself in the mirror, smiled and then, flipping up the hem of her little skirt, she sat on the toilet. A rush of urine flooded into the pan and the pleasure of release was overwhelming. Now that she was growing up this game felt even more pleasurable than it had when she was a much smaller child - and even more naughty.
She dried her privates as best she could, but even then, Charlotte couldn't quite stop a few spots of wee dotting her white panties, once she had pulled them over her shoes and up to her thighs.
At breakfast, Stephen sarcastically commented, "You made it then?" Charlotte smiled and grunted as she piled into her corn flakes.
"You missed your friends, you know", her stepfather added, "Elizabeth and Jadie were here 5 minutes ago. They said you had arranged to cycle to school together. I said you would have to catch them up."
"Okay."
The young girl raced through her breakfast and grabbed her school bag. Her brother was already out of the door and on his way to the bus, before she had finished. Stephen called her back for her coat, which Charlotte put on reluctantly, because it was a sunny day today, although a cool breeze was blowing.
Stephen watched Charlotte leave on her bright mauve bike, her fit young legs pumping the pedals and her short school skirt blowing around the saddle. Her Her step-father felt the need to relieve the growing ache in his groin.
As Charlotte sped off on her bike, she wondered if she could catch up to her friends. Time was getting on. At the end of her road, she took off her coat and stowed it in her school bag. It really was too warm when you were cycling fast, she felt. She sped on through the network of streets towards her new school.
At the end of Harwood Road, Charlotte paused to look at her watch. It read 8:20am. The school bell would ring in 10 minutes, she realised. So Charlotte had a decision to make. She could cycle all round the field, which would mean that she would probably be late. Or she could take a short cut down Nappers Lane, which would take her almost to the school gates. She swallowed nervously. She didn't like Nappers Lane, it was so quiet and deserted. Once as a very young child, she had wandered down its tree-lined path and then run screaming back home, because she though that she heard the footsteps of somebody chasing her. She hadn't dared look back to see.
But Charlotte really didn't want to be late for her first day at school, so reluctantly she turned down the lane, accelerating as quickly as possible and bumping roughly over the uneven surface of the path. The intimidating trees loomed over the young cyclist as she sped quickly beneath them, unaware that hostile eyes really were watching her this time.
Charlotte could see the stile at the end of the lane now just a 100 yards away. Relieved, she began to relax. Suddenly, she felt a large bulky something strike her from the side. The force of impact was enough to knock the little schoolgirl clear of her bike. As she hit the hard ground with a thump, she heard the bike clatter to the floor behind her. Dazed and confused, she lay still for a moment, wondering what it was that had hit her. As she made to get up, somebody stretched out a hand to hers. In her confusion the young 11 year old actually thanked the person before she realised that she was not being rescued, but grabbed. She was pulled close to a man's body, which she quickly realised was stark naked. Before she could cry out, the man's hand clamped tightly over her mouth, holding her such that she was facing away from him and couldn't see his face. When she struggled, he slapped her thigh hard, as if she were a petulant child. The pain was searing.
Charlotte whimpered as she felt her attacker's other hand slide up under her school skirt. A thumb worked its way under the elastic of her panties, whilst course fingers probed at her vagina. The man began to pull her panties roughly down her legs. Oh God! He's going to rape me and I'm going to die! Charlotte screamed inwardly. As her panties reached her ankles, the man pulled them off and her shoes came with them. The shoes, he discarded, but the panties he retained. He then pulled her socks off also and bundled them into her panties. Then he took the bundle of white cloth and forced it all into her mouth. Charlotte gagged as the load could hardly fit. She could taste her own sweat and urine, even though the panties had been clean on that morning. She tried to cough it out, but it would hardly move.
Meanwhile, the man now had a firmer grip round the young preteen's neck, pinning her to his body. With his free hand, he pulled her school tie loose, he then gagged her with it, effectively locking the panties and socks into place - not that they needed it. He expertly tied the makeshift gag behind her head with one hand. Then Charlotte felt him start to unhook her skirt. He pulled it from her hips and wrapped it around her head, tying it off at the back. Not only could she not cry out, now she couldn't see either!
He pulled the young girl's arms behind her, then he unbuttoned her blouse, tugged it down to her wrists and tied them behind her back. Charlotte let out muffled sobs from behind the skirt wrapped round her head. All she was wearing now was her training bra. The man unhooked that in an instant. After a pause, she felt rough fingers pinching the nipples on her budding breasts. Sharp spasms of pain coursed through, but to her horror and shame Charlotte felt the nipples harden, just like they did when she softly stroked them.
The man wrapped her bra round one ankle and then rolled her onto her front, he pulled her leg higher up behind her back than she thought possible, and then pulled the other ankle up to meet it, using the bra to hog-tie them through her wrists. Charlotte felt that if she dared move an inch her legs would break. But her attacker took no heed of that, as he casually flipped his young victim onto her back again.
The attacker looked at his prey and smiled. She was blind and hog-tied in her own school uniform, with her bike and school bag lying abandoned next to her. He could do with the youngster just as he pleased. He began to almost tenderly stroke her naked limbs, but his eyes were fixed on her beautiful cunt, which her thighs had been pulled wide to expose. Her pussy lips were swollen as the labia clitoris had begun to develop and occasional short dark hairs, like little eyelashes had begun to emerge from its edges. He licked his lips, then he lifted her cunt to his mouth and began to lap at the tender fleshy goblet.
As the man licked, Charlotte trembled. Her body was sending her confusing messages. On the one hand she was overwhelmed with fear and humiliation. On the other hand, some corner of her mind told her that under other circumstances, this could be pleasurable and that it was perfectly alright to let a man do this to you.
Her molester continued to lick her for a long time. It was not often that he found such a tender morsel and he wanted to savour it. When he finished licking, he pulled out a bottle lubricant and smeared it on his hands. Then he inserted a finger into her and felt the young girl tense sharply. He bent his lips to her breasts and licked around the nipples, whilst his index finger explored her further. Sometimes he was gentle, sucking and stroking softly. Other times he was brutal, biting her tits and jabbing at her cunt.
After a time he removed his finger, but continued to kiss her breasts, then he licked her belly. For about 20 minutes he licked every inch of her slender body, with a tenderness which, under other circumstances, would have left the youngster writhing in ecstasies. Then, as he kissed and licked at her neck he began to drip lubricant onto his raging erection and into her soft cunt. With unthinkable brutality, he rammed his rock hard penis into her tender sheath and ripped the little girl's virginity from her in one violent thrust. Her body lurched violently under his as she screamed a silent scream of agony. With no concern now for her feelings, the rapist pumped and thrust at her violated hole. She lay limply beneath him as he did his worst. The rapist felt the pressure build in his balls as he pumped and pumped and pumped. With a pleasure as searing as her pain he felt the sperm surge within him and then suddenly it was jetting up inside the 11 year old's tight little hole. The rapist gasped with the sheer pleasure of it and made sure that she milked every little bit from him.
As he lay spent on top of her, his tender victim wondered what would be next. Would he kill her? She felt him pull out of her. Then she felt herself being gently lifted and turned over. She lay on her front for a time, then she felt the cool liquid lubricant drip, drip, drip onto her buttock. She felt it run down her arse crack, into her anus. Oh God! No! she thought inwardly, as she guessed what might happen next. She struggled uselessly and soon she could feel her rapist's index finger probing once more into another secret place. As he probed her, she felt a curious tickling sensation within and she writhed under his ministrations. But soon the finger was gone and Charlotte felt him parting her bum cheeks and then slowly inserting his once more engorged cock into her anus.
His motions were slower this time, but no less painful. Charlotte knew that this was wrong. She felt sick and violated. But thrust after thrust his organ plunged remorselessly into her depths. This time her ordeal lasted a good 20 minutes, before she finally felt him shudder as he delivered a second batch of seed into her body. Again he rested on top of her, pinning the young girl to floor, before he eased out of her and got up. She heard him sigh as he got to his feet. Would he kill her now? Frankly, Charlotte didn't care any more. If it ended her pain, maybe she was better off dead.
Instead, she felt him place a tender kiss on one buttock and gently pat the other, as if he was a grateful lover and she a willing participant. Then she heard him walk slowly away.
Charlotte lay on the path for nearly half an hour before she finally accepted that the rapist was not coming back. But she was still hog-tied. Did he expect her to get free on her own, or lie there until she died of exposure in the cold September night? She struggled in her bonds. They might come free eventually, but it would take an age.
She really needed to pee again. But she didn't care anymore about holding on to it, she didn't feel as if she could anyway, so she just opened her bladder and let it flow out onto the path. She heard it trickle out like a country stream and felt the wetness against her belly. But she didn't care.
Another few minutes went by. Then she heard footsteps. She froze. Had the rapist returned?
An elderly man's voice said, "My goodness. What on earth has happened to you? Your bottom is bleeding." Charlotte felt somebody gently turn her over. There was also a snuffling sound. Was there a dog there as well.
"Hello, its Charlotte Taylor, isn't it?" the man's voice continued and the young girl nodded under the skirt that still covered her head.
"Ah, I thought it was," the old man rambled on, "I recognised your bicycle. And your hair. So I thought it was you. But seeing you like this..." He gently stroked her arm.
"Well, we'll soon get you out of this mess," he reassured her, "but who could have done this to you?"
"I say," the old man added, "I don't suppose you know who I am, do you." She shook her head. She didn't recognise the voice.
"Good... Its just that seeing you like this..." his hand stopped stroking her arm and began to gently massage her breasts. Charlotte stiffened.
"No. Its alright. I will help you," the man added hastily, "its just that seeing you here like this. So small and vulnerable. You remind me of my dear wife when she was just a girl. She was about your age when we first made love. I was a little older of course... That sort of thing was a little frowned upon in those days," he rambled, "but now with you youngsters I suppose anything goes..."
There was a pause and then Charlotte heard a zipper being undone. A moment later and the old man was inserting his penis into her exposed cunt.
"Its alright," he repeated, "I will rescue you, but maybe you could just do this for me first." And then she felt him gently thrusting into her tight little hole. The pain again was immense, but in other ways the old man's slow steady rhythm was almost soothing, after the violent assault of that morning.
For nearly ten minutes, the old man said nothing, but just shunted in and out of the vulnerable little girl, then he said, "I suppose I shouldn't really spend myself inside your cunt should I, young lady. I know that other fellow did, but they can do DNA testing and everything these days, can't they? And I hope you are going to report him, after what he did to you. Wouldn't do to leave my stuff in there as well, would it?
"I'll tell you what I will do. I will take that gag off of you and you can give me a blow job. Do you know what one of those is?" The young girl shook her head.
"Well," the old man continued, "its where you suck my cock, just as hard as you can, just like a big lollipop and when I have spent in your mouth, you drink it all down like a good girl and after that, as a special reward, I will let you go. How does that sound?
"Now I am going to take this nasty gag off. But please don't shout. I doubt anybody around here could here you anyway. But if you did shout out I would be forced to set my dog onto you," as if to confirm his words, there was a low growl from nearby, "anyway I'm sure you wouldn't shout out, because after all I am the one who is rescuing you, not attacking you. Or I will be soon. So no shouting out, do you understand?"
Charlotte nodded, and she felt the tie being untied, then the old man pulled the panties and socks from the young girl's mouth. She coughed violently.
"There, there. Is that better?" The old man asked.
"Yes," she wheezed, in a small voice.
"Good. Now be quiet, because you still have one more little favour to do me, before I do a big favour for you."
Charlotte felt the old man withdraw from her depths, and then a few moments later, he was pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth and let his penis slide in. She nearly gagged! It stank of urine and it tasted of salt and it was covered in gunk!
"Remember," the old man advised, "just like a big lollipop."
The young girl started to suck on the old man's penis. It was hard and lumpy and more like a gnarled old branch than a lollipop, but the youngster sucked for all she was worth. Judging by the appreciative sounds that were coming from the old man, she was doing a good job. After a while, just sucking became a little monotonous, so she started to lick all around the head and then up and down the stem. The old man started to gasp with delight.
"Oh thats lovely, my dear, you really are a natural born cocksucker," he gasped. Charlotte wasn't sure if she should take that as a compliment or not.
"I'm going to come now my dear," he said shortly, "are you ready?"
She nodded, and then felt the old man's hand grip her hair and drag her back to the head of his penis. He pushed down, so that her mouth went back over his cock and then suddenly the 11 year old's mouth was fill with salty liquid. She started to choke.
"Swallow it you bitch!" the old man roared, "or I'll set my dog on you!"
Terrified, the young girl started swallowing the old man's sperm right away.
"You modern girls are all the same," the old man complained, "you always want to spit it out. In my day, a girl did what she was told and was grateful for what was given to her. Anyway," he added in a lighter tone, "you did a very good job and I'm very grateful to you. Now I suppose one good turn deserves another, so I had better untie you. But it just occurs to me that I don't really want you to see my face. Because you might have me arrested as well. I mean that other fellow deserves it. He attacked you. But all I've done is to rescue you. Anyway, I will untie your hands, but then you must wait for five minutes before you take the blindfold off, otherwise I will set my dog on you. Is that clear?"
Charlotte nodded.
"Good. Now just let me untie your wrists... There we are. Thats my good deed for the day. Its a privalage to come to the aid of a damsel in distress. Now remember. You must go to the police... About that other fellow... not about me. He attacked you and committed a serious sexual assault. People like that are scum and they need to be locked up. Alright then. Five minutes, remember?"
Charlotte heard the old man and his dog retreat along the footpath. She was so scared by the morning's events that in the end she probably gave him a good ten minutes to get away.
Then, she pulled the grey skirt off of her head and examined her bruised and dirty body. She untied the bra from her ankles, straightened it out and put it on. The white cotton material chafed against her bruised nipples. She shook out her grubby blouse and put it back on. Then she added the skirt and tie and then retrieved her socks and shoes.
Charlotte hunted around for her panties, but couldn't find them. She realised that the old man must have taken them as a souvenir. She picked up her school bag and started to wheel her bike the short distance to the end of the lane. The old man was right, she thought, she should go to the police. But she knew she never would. She could never tell anybody about the degrading things that had been done to her this morning. It would be so embarrassing!
© Aaron Webster October 2000
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