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   The School trophy



   Chapter 1: The Girls



   First day back from end of year break he hero of our story, Principal
Meyers is already hard at work the school soccer team had come back with
the state championship and he has to reward them for their hard work and
dedication, but how?

   As he roamed the hallways the excited squeals of the new junior girls
echoed off the walls.  A brand new gaggle of twelve year old girls, excited
about first day of their first year in 'Big School'.  Already making new
friends, and realising they were going to be at school for another 6 years
with old friends; chatting boastfully about seeing their favourite teen
idols over the holidays.  Our hero couldn't help but gaze at their slender
hips, the rake thin legs, and barely budding chests.  He would wait
patiently for their first PE class to get a good look.  He always loved the
daily prefect meetings behind the two-way glass of the girls change room
"what a blessed life" he thought.  Just at that moment, it all froze as he
turned the corner he saw them.  A couple of the finest preteen specimens he
had ever seen your youngest daughter Loli and her best friend Mae.  Two
distinctly different animals with one thing in common...  they made his
dick twitch like no others before them.

   Loli is a 4 foot-4 inch strawberry blond.  Her pigtails are pulled high
up on the back of her head, with only a flick of a fringe falling out of
place, interrupting her pure white face.  Her emerald eyes gaze at him with
a childlike innocence over her fading freckles, laid-sprinkled over downy,
soft cheeks.  A sweet little button nose, and small light rose lips frame a
set of expensive quasi-invisible braces, beaming a smile light enough to
soften even the hardest heart.  Even her perfect little round ears attest
to the arresting innocence of this little things face.  As he looked down
at her he gasped, she was tiny!!  A size 4 dress would hang off her like a
tent.  He can't help but trace her outline with his eyes.  He can see her
new buds lifting just the slightest shadow off her button up blouse.  A
waist you could wrap your hands around, and still have room to spare.  He
can make out her bony hips jutting out only an inch or two, but still
enough to hold up her pleated skirt, and accentuate her childish shape.

   Mae was a very different species.  Being half Vietnamese, Mae is much
taller than Loli, about 5-foot even.  Her long immaculately straight
jet-black hair, reaches to the small of her back.  Her Anglo heritage shows
through only slightly in her skin, it looks like slightly aged alabaster.
Otherwise she was the classic Asian child; thin though slightly rounded
features, with Dark sorrowful almond eyes that would make a Mongol warlord
cry.  No breasts to mention, and a body so straight you could calibrate a
ruler with her, "A twelve year old sex toy with the body of a ten year old
boy, but that ass!" he thought to himself?  A round bun of girl flesh
wrapped in a tight pair of hipsters.  He couldn't wait to see it,
especially after a hard run around the oval.  He would have to make sure Mr
Evans (their PE teacher) pays special attention to working these bodies
hard before the Prefect meetings.  From the way they smiled and joked with
each other; as though, the rest of the world did not exist, he could see
they were best friends, vowing to never separate them.

   He slowly walks over to the girls offering a warm greeting and a request
for them to visit him in his office at lunch (he would think of a reason
once they get there).

   Suddenly, he knew the answer to his problem.



   Chapter 2: The Cheerleader



   It was almost lunchtime, as he leans back on his rawhide recliner, Mr
Meyer's thoughts drifted back to the girls.  With a smile creeping across
his face, he silently plans tomorrow's presentation.  Cathy, the schools
cheerleader captain, looks up, thinking the smile is for her and
immediately receives a sharp slap across her temple.  Her sky-blue eyes
redden and swell.

   "Did I tell you to look at me?!" he scowled down at her.

   She clenched her hollow eyes, whimpered, and pushed her tired mouth down
his shaft a little further.  She really needs the B in English; so, when he
suggested some work in her free period before lunch, she knew what to
expect.  They all did, of course, eventually.  He reaches down, taking a
fist of her peroxide blond hair and wrenches her head back, he looks her
straight into her eyes as they make a silent plea for mercy.  With an evil
smile he spit all over her face.  A lump of slime makes its way out of her
eye socket, and traces its way across her cheek to her lips.  As this did
not make her smile, he slaps her across the eyes again.

   "You sicken me did you know that?  When I look at you my stomach rolls
over itself.  I think of all the whores; all of the destitute human waste
that litters this world, and I wish that life on you.  Now say thank you!!"

   As a tear rolls down her flushed cheek, as she opens her mouth to speak,
but before she can utter a word he slams her face back into his lap.  With
a sickening gulp, it burrows deep into her throat.  Her gag reflex fights
the invasion, but only succeeds to milks his shaft as her body fights for
air.  She starts bucking, and her legs begin kicking out, he wraps his free
hand around her throat, and jerks off though her neck.  Her face is turning
blue she begins heaving, so he pops his cock out for a second, long enough
for her to suck in half a breath as her stomach acid rushes up; burning her
windpipe as it floods her throat.  But just before she vomits, he drills
back into her face and the thick slime jets out of her nose, and pulses
from the corners of her mouth.

   He's happily slapping her face into his wet lap, when her body gives up
the fight, and falls limp at his feet.  So he intensifies the barrage of
abuse on what used to be the prettiest face in school, which is now nothing
more that a receptacle for any fluids that a man might be urged to force in
there.  Like some kind of mutant amphibian, her slime covered face gurgles
and chokes on its own produce; he just laughs, thinks twice and stops.

   "Oh my god, what did I just do to you??!!  I'm so sorry, I don't know
what came over me...  here let me help you up" he coos.

   He leans over her, tenderly stroking her worn and sticky face.  In her
delusion, she looks up imploringly; he laughs again, and kicks a steel cap
boot at her womb.  She buckles in terrified pain, doubling over into the
foetal position; she tries to straighten her twisted body, to gasp for air.
He simply lifts her by her throat back up to his lap.  While holding her
forehead; his fingers squeezing her by her temples, he forces her jaw wide
open with his other hand.  With no more that a grimace; he grinds her open
maw back onto his cock.  Her tongue hangs lifeless out over her lips, so
with each pump she involuntarily licks his balls.

   But he is bored now.  With a final burst of sadistic energy, he tears
into her throat; bashing his cockhead through her tonsils, bruising her
larynx and tearing her hair as he grips her.  He pounds her face into his
lap like the lifeless rag doll she has become, nothing left of her except
the sound of her face and throat.  With each guttural slurp-gasp-slap he
feels his balls clench a little tighter, each time he hates her a little
more and punishes her accordingly.  She wakes out of her trance, just in
time for her tongue to sense the surge, only moments before he kicks her
worn pussy and fucks her face like a rabid dog.  Slamming his cock deeper,
bruising her face with his hips as he bashes her skull on his thick bones,
he can feel the rings in her trachea massaging his cock head; milking his
manhood inside her neck, until he cannot hold off any longer.

   He glares down at her blue face, then spits in her bulging red-eyes, and
releases the first surge of his bitter cum into her skull.  Flow after flow
shoots its way into her throat.  Each time he thrusts his cock down her
neck it flushes the goo into her broken soul.  It is pumped into her
stomach; like a pneumatic drain cleaner flushes shit down a sewer.  This,
she knows, is all she is, she can do nothing about it, except stay still
and hope he has had enough of her for now.  With a shudder; he pulls out,
wipes the last droplets into her eyes, and lets her fall to the floor.  She
squeals as the vile cum and stomach acid scorches her eye sockets, she is
frantically blinking and rubbing to get rid of it.  She gasps as her body
remembers it can breathe again, but as soon as she has opened her throat to
the cool air, it is full again; although, it takes her a moment to figure
out what's happening.

   "No time to clean yourself, cheer practice is in 5 minutes.  I guess
I'll have to do it for you" he suggests.

   "He is pissing in my throat!!!!" her mind screams.

   The acrid, yellow urine burns like acid, as it sears in the tears in the
back of her mouth.  The hollow sound of the babbling stream in her mouth
reverberates though her skull, but she knows him too well to consider
closing her mouth.  She just gulps as quickly as she can before the rush of
hot piss foams over her lips and onto her uniform.

   "Say thankyou you dumb whore", he growls, and kicks at her womb again.

   She coughs the filth all over herself, but immediately opens up again
and looks up at him.  "Thank you sir, I love the taste of your piss in my
throat.  It reminds me, when I have forgotten, that I am nothing but a piss
trough for anything with a penis."

   With that, he moves his aim to her eyes.  The rush of yellow liquid
pushes her eyelids open to watch the blurred, and yellow tinted vision of
her high school principal pissing on her brain.  But mercifully,
eventually...  it slows to a stop.  She winces, as he shakes the last drops
onto her cheek.

   "What are you still doing here?!!" he yells at her.  "Get out before I
change your C to a D".  With a sudden burst of energy she squeals, "But you
said I'd get a B"!!

   "You're not finished yet" he says grinning.

   He points at the puddle of slime on the floor, so like a well trained
puppy she rolls over on her hands and knees, and begins lapping up her own
thick bile; while, making sure to suck up every chunk of breakfast, and
every coagulated lump of regurgitated semen.  As her tears drop into the
pool beneath her; she laps them up too.  As soon as she is finished, she
looks up at him with tired and hollow smile; looking more like a raped
clown at a funeral, than a high-school cheerleader.  The lunch bell rings
loud and clear.  He tells her she has 5 seconds to get out, and she will
get a C+.  She scrambles to her feet, nearly slipping over the wet patch
that is the remains of her early lunch, and runs out the door.

   Sitting at his desk Mr Meyers opens his grade book, and writes a red D
next to Cathy's name.

   A knock on the door he smiles, right on time.



   Chapter 3: Lunch with Loli and Mae



   "Umm hello?  Mr Myers?"

   They giggle.

   "Shhhhh"

   "I don't think he's here"

   Mr Meyers has snuck up behind the door, as it creaked open.  They poke
their delicate little necks through, and stare into the demurely lit study.
Mr Meyers smiles, reaches out to them from behind the door, and grabs their
shoulders in his powerful hands.

   The two girls squeal in terror as they spin around on their heels, with
their eyes bulging out in panic.  They look like frightened lambs caught in
the headlight of an oncoming semi, when he grins demonically at them.  He
reaches his hands behind himself, while they stare at him stunned and
confused.  Loli's face is even whiter than before, while Mae is not much
darker.  Never breaking his gaze into Loli's glowing green eyes, his hands
reach out from behind his back.  Suddenly, he thrusts his hand out at them,
holding two icy-poles from his bar fridge/freezer.  Their faces quickly
soften into delight, as they realise the principle has played a very funny
joke on them.

   "What a silly man" they both think, "with such a great guy leading the
school, what could possibly go wrong?"

   They look at each other catching their breath and laugh.  Their squeals
and giggles ring around the stuffy old room; bringing it to a sudden, and
youthful life.  He ushers them in, offering the big leather seats in front
of his desk.  They sit on the unusually high chesterfields, gliding their
soft pink lips up and down the icy treats, only stopping to lick the melted
dribbles off their fingers.  Mr Meyers wonders what they make of the taste
of his frozen semen.

   "Gee sir!  These are the best tasting icy-poles I've ever had!" Loli
Exclaims.

   "Yeh, I know!!!  It's like...  I can't figure it out but it has such an
odd taste to it.  It's like...  I don't know if I actually like it or not.
But it's so unusual.  I've never tasted anything like it", chimes Mae.

   The girls nod to each other as they suck hungrily, saving the treats
from a molten doom.  A moment passes, as the slurping and licking sounds
continue.  Mr Meyers leans back to watching his computer screen out of the
corner of his eye.  He thanks himself again, for installing the
hi-definition 'security' cameras under his desk.  With these, he can see in
full colour, right up Loli's skirt.  He can even see the little pink love
hearts on her cottons.  Deciding the girls are happily distracted enough
sucking their icy-poles; he turns to his computer, and zooms in.  He can
see the faint outline of her cleft, the smooth folds have outlined only the
barest crease against it, but enough that he knows how deep her perfection
goes; all the way.  His technological outlay did not end there, and he
quickly switches to night mode; which, coupled with the special lens he
picked up from Ebay; erase the panties altogether.  With a violent twitch,
that he only just managed to ignore, his dick nearly jumps into his hand.
She was as pure as the driven snow, one of those snatches we only dream
about.  Like silken-dunes of pre-teen flesh, diving neatly inside her,
drawing nothing but a thin line from her mons all the way under to her
anus. He tears himself away, playing it safe.  He can see much more later
on, best not to take risks.

   "So.  Girls I trust you are enjoying yourself?" he begins.

   The girls affirm they are, with garbled words, and slurping grins of
satisfaction.

   "Good."

   "Now, if you can tear yourselves away from my...  err, your frozen juice
for a moment.  I'd like to know a bit about you.  After all, I can't very
well have two girls that I don't know presenting the trophy to our champion
soccer team, can I?"

   As if scripted; both girls choke on their icy-poles, and look up at him
in shock.

   "HUH?  Us??" they say in unison

   "But, we only just started today." Loli takes over.

   "Exactly" he says cryptically, "our two first-year class
representatives, 'presented' err I mean, 'presenting' to our highest
achievers.  It's perfect." Mr Meyers offers as explanation.

   Again he gets nothing but shocked looks from the girls.

   "It's the first day sir, how have we been voted in as class reps
already? Its not that we, or I anyway don't appreciate the chance."

   "ME TOO"!!!  Mae jumps in.

   "Hee hee" Loli continues, "yes well I wouldn't do it without Mae
anyway."

   She leans over and tickles her friend.  Mr Meyers glances at the screen
and sees her lips glide against each other, showing only the most teasingly
small sliver of her glistening insides.

   "But I'm...  We're just a bit confused that's all." Loli says, before
she licks at her icy pole, which has started to dribble on her hand again.

   "Never mind that girls, I am the principle and as such I choose the
class reps.  I have chosen you two.  Do you accept?"

   They look at each other smiling; a moment of silence passes, as though
they have some kind of telekinetic link, then they nod at each other,

   "Of course!  Silly, we would love to!!!" they say in perfect sync, and
then they fall over each other, laughing.

   Mr Meyers smiles warmly, glancing slightly to the image of Loli's lips
rubbing against themselves, while she wrestles with Mae.

   "Wonderful" Mr Meyers exclaims.

   "So Mr M, May we call you that?"

   "Of course"

   "So...  what do we need to do?  Do we have a speech?  Or practice runs?
Anything fun like that?" Mr M can't help but grin at the idea.

   "No need to worry about all that stuff girls, all I ask is that you look
your best for our boys."

   They barely register this, as they have already shot off into an
unintelligible, 100MPH, girl-babble; comprised, it seems, entirely out of
squeaks and giggles.  But he can figure that they are already discussing
what they are going to wear, which make-up colours will go best with which
shirts and skirts; shoes and socks, and though he can't be sure, he
suspects that they even decide to wear their best underwear.  He nods with
quiet pride, damm he is good at this.  He thinks he can even see Loli's
lips pulsing on the monitor; it is her heart beat rushing blood, at
full-tilt, through her excited little body.

   "Whoa there slow down girls.  There's plenty of time for this later, we
still haven't formally met, and I know next to nothing about you", he says.
"Other than the colour of your panties", he muses.

   They gently come back down to earth; flustered and red cheeked.  The
babble slows down to a more human pace, and finally they stop to look at
him.

   "Well Mr M, what would you like to know?" Loli asks, clearly the
spokesperson for this little duet.

   "Hmmmm, that's a good question.  Now that I have brought it up, I don't
know what to ask first, just...  tell me a bit about you.  I've been
looking at your records here, and you are both model students it seems."

   He does in-fact bring up their records on his screen, but also switches
the cameras to the one facing Mae, then turns back to face the girls.

   Loli is the first to open up, blushing a bit at the compliment.

   "Well sir, we have always been neighbours, and our mothers actually went
to Lamaze classes together, so whenever either of our parents was out it
was a play date for us.  It was always understood that we would go to the
same school; it kinda makes it easy having her next to me all the time, so
I never feel alone.  She is my sister, regardless of the fact that we have
different parents." Loli looks at Mae smiling.

   Mr M is nodding, listening to the story; glancing back to the screen
confirming details, but in reality he is zooming up Mae's long slender
legs. She sat on the oversized armchair cross-legged, very unlike her
'sister' who has obviously been brought up to be much less common.  Mae,
like Loli has a perfect little slit; a paper cut from her clit to her ass.
By sitting in this arrangement she has unwittingly opened herself up for
him to inspect her on a gynaecological level.  He winces at what he sees
next, and has to feign computer trouble to cover it up.  Zooming right up
Mae's girl-hood he sees something he had not bargained for, the telltale
cotton string.  Not that it is a real obstruction to his plans, but it is
something he will need to remember for future.  Otherwise, her flower is
blossoming beautifully, with each tender pink fold subtly fusing into the
next in smaller and smaller concentric layers leading in as far as the
light can penetrate.  Her hole is tighter than a whistle; he instinctively
knows nothing has ever passed as far as the UV-light is into her now.  As
though further proof were needed that she is blooming a little faster than
Loli, there is just the daintiest little tuft of hair sprouting from her
pubis.  He sighs, wishing they would both be perfectly silken.  But as he
often says, "You take what you can get", and in this case he has gotten
much more than he could have wished for, so a little hair is nothing to
gripe about.

   "I see, and it says here you have requested to be in the same classes,
correct?" Mr M asks.

   "Yes sir." Mae chips in.

   "That is, if it's not too much trouble, I mean." Mae adds sheepishly.

   "Of course, that's fine.  I'll make the arrangements now for you."

   He types away, actually doing what he said he would, making sure they
both have P.E right after lunch.

   "There, I've had to arrange a few things around.  I hope you both
brought your sports gear today?" "Yes sir." They chirp.

   "Good, well I'd better let you go.  Lunch is almost finished and you
need to get changed.  I unfortunately have to go to work again.  I hope we
can continue these little meetings, shall we say same time every week?"

   "It's a date." Loli says, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. 
"Err I mean"

   "Haa haa, Never mind Loli, I know what you mean", he actually blushes.
"Now off you go, and I'll see you again tomorrow; at assembly.  Remember...
Look your best." "Yes Sir!"

   They throw a mock salute as they jump off the chairs, and skip out of
his office.  Loli's skirt falls just short of flashing her panties as it
bounces.

   Mr M is immediately in the intercom.

   "Miss Flyte?"

   "Yessir" is the reply.

   "Can you call Mr Evans; tell him I need to discuss two of his new
pupils."



   Chapter 4: P.E physical examination



   Mr Evans walks into the prefect meeting red-faced, and wheezing.  Mr M
and the new school prefects all turn to look at him.  They are both annoyed
at being distracted from watching the change rooms, and amused that he has
had to actually break a sweat today.

   "Those girls you sent Me." he Pants, "are an energetic couple of cunts."
more panting, "Too much energy for their own good." He slumps on his chair
exhausted.

   "So what you're saying" Mr M looks at him, "is that you worked them hard
like I asked?"

   "Yes.  Those bitches wouldn't stop talking and laughing, like they don't
have a care in the world.  No matter how many God-Damm times I ran them
around the field.  I made them sprint 30 times from goal to goal.  Even had
them do two hundred sits-ups as fast as they could.  They just kept coming
back for more, even laughing!  Like it was some stupid game, don't get me
wrong it's not like I ran with them, but I can only yell at them to run
faster so much before it starts to hurt.  I had to walk up and down the
field, so I didn't have to yell so much."

   "But did you break them in?" Mr M doesn't turn away from the two-way
mirror, he is wondering where his star pupils are.

   "They are sprinting fifteen more laps around the oval, they were looking
pretty haggard by the time I left to join you.  One thing is for sure:
after today, their endurance must have increased ten-fold.  I didn't become
a champion soccer coach without knowing how to make a body work beyond its
limits."

   On cue, the change room door creaks open, as two very sorry looking
waifs tumble in.  They are holding each other up for balance, but Mr M is
happy to see that despite having been pushed to their limits; the spark is
still in their eyes.  He leans back, and lights a Cuban, he watches the
scene unfold on the other side of the glass.

   The girls slump on the benches wheezing, and gasping for breath to fill
their tiny lungs.  Having to look at each other's pain just hurts more.

   Loli breaks the silence:

   "Why did he do that?  What did we do wrong?  My whole body hurts, it's
so unfair." They look at all the other girls, who are happily showering
after the classes round robin tennis match.  The girls look back with
curiosity.  Some are even jealous of the extra attention!  Mae and Loli
look at each other in disbelief.

   "Well at least Mr M is nice."

   They both nod, and untie each other's laces.

   The prefects sit back, smiles curling across their faces, as they look
now at the latecomers.  The girls roll their sweaty socks off, and stand up
shakily; they are still exhausted.  As they peel off their T-shirts the
audience can almost hear the sticky sounds, as the sweat grasps onto them.
Each moment is an agonizing struggle against the girls aching muscles;
until, they expose their tightened tummies, their abs are almost rippling
now.  Mr M looks at Mr Evans and nods approvingly.  Soon enough; the Shirts
are off over the girls tiny bodies, Mr M and the boys finally get to see
the girls' chests unobstructed.  Loli's skin is whiter than her face, and
so fine that one would mistake her for an albino.  She is a powdered shade
of pink in the soft, fluorescent light.  Her nipples are the size of
berries, sitting atop breasts that would not fill a baby's mouth.  She
shivers as the cold air hit's her overheated skin, and hurriedly unties her
shorts, dropping them to the floor.  As she bends down, she aims her arse
directly at Mr M, who sits forward; not missing a beat of the show in front
of him, admiring her assets.  A pucker little bum-hole, it matches the
colour of her slightly opened pussy, joining to form the focus of the
sweetest little peach this side of heaven.  He rubs his cock slowly, hungry
for a bight.  But no sooner has she folded her cottons, she has run to the
showers and turned on the hot, the steam rises and shrouds her in mist.  As
soon as she has gone, Mae limps to the toilet.  She returns after no time
at all.  Seeing this, Mr M comes to understand that she hasn't told Loli
about her new development, interesting.  With that done, she just quickly
drops her shorts all the way down her long legs, and bends over to guide
her panties over her feet; another pucker little asshole just like the
last, but this one is a touch darker.  She yells out to Loli to save some
hot water, and joins her sister in the mist.

   Mr M starts the meeting during this interlude, they discus all the
boring crap that prefects and principles have to discuss.  He explains the
trophy presentation tomorrow; after which, they all look satisfied with the
plan, indeed they seem very excited.

   Loud giggling and squealing interrupts the meeting, the girls are at it
again under cover of mist.  The boys can only imagine what's going on, but
Mr M knows these girls too well by now.  He knows there is nothing but
innocent fun there.  Mr Evans Scowls, He has never met such unbridled
youthfulness; such innocent playfulness.  The energy they have would put
Tinkerbelle-on-meth to shame.  He vows to break them by the end of the
year. He looks at Mr M who nods in that telekinetic way some people do, and
he immediately knows he will get his chance sooner rather than later.  Just
as the taps squeak shut and the water slows to a trickle; the nubiles step
out drenched and clean.  The bodies glowing again; as though, all his work
was in vain, but there is no mistaking the extra definition on these two.
He smiles.

   They actually dry each other off, which surprises Mr M.  Until he
realises just how un-erotic, indeed natural, this is to them, as the tickle
and poke each other's sides, giggling and squealing.  They braid each
other's hair, and get dressed.  After primping and final checking each
other, they skip out of the locker room, with tomorrow's assembly on their
minds.

   Mr M, Mr E.  and the boys follow suit, also with tomorrow's assembly on
their minds.



   Chapter 5: The presentation



   Loli's alarm rings early today.

   She throws her blanket off with a flourish, and runs to the shower. 
Grinning from ear to ear, she washes every subtle curve and crevice of her
pink body, while humming the care bears theme.  She is using her special
strawberry and vanilla scented soap today; this makes her smell like a
strawberry milkshake, she wants to not only to look her best, but to smell
her best for Mr M.  She pulls her strawberry-blond hair back tight and
braids her pigtails high up on the back of her head, they jut a few inches
into the air, before curving down to swing playfully at the back of her
skull.  After patting herself dry, she dusts herself with a fine layer of
talc, loving that it makes her feel like silk; like a princess.  She
follows this with a little pink foundation to lighten-up her freckles, adds
some white eye shadow, mascara and hot-pink sparkling-lipstick.  This final
touch is a little excessive, but she is too excited, and doesn't notice.

   The little spunk muffin, always cries at the sight of her metal grin
when she brushes her teeth.  But today she thinks of Mr M, if he sees
something good in her, then she must not be as grotesque as she thinks. 
Only the second day at her new school, and he has already given her an
important task "He's such a sweetie" she ponders, promising herself to not
let him down.  A dab of "Jean-Paul-Gaultier: Classique" on her neck before
she struts out of the bathroom, feeling and looking like a child goddess.
Her naked body glows, pink and radiant.

   After dancing over to her chest of draws, she picks her very expensive
white cotton/silk blend hipster panties; the ones with pink lace edging,
and a cute little silk bowtie at the front of the waistband.  These are
paired with a matching bra.  A little pirouette for herself in the mirror,
and she gives herself a wink.  There is no need to go to the wardrobe, in
her excitement she tried on everything she owns last night.  Her clothes
lays strewn about her bedroom, but the final choice hangs over the back of
her computer chair.  She slips on her pleated schoolgirl skirt, and the
soft white blouse.  She ties the pink silk ties the blouse has in place of
buttons, even at the cuffs of its short sleeves.  She pulls up the
knee-high white socks with even more pink bows at the cuffs.  She buckles
on her patent-leather baby-doll shoes and trots downstairs for breakfast.

   You do a double take when you see your little girl glide into the
kitchen.  You almost feel ashamed to have only prepared a banana smoothie
and eggs Benedict for such a vision, but she yelps in glee; it's her
favourite, she says wrapping her arms around you, innocently pressing her
body against your groin.  You eat in silence as she muses over her food,
giggling and smiling to herself.  You feel such pride in having raised such
an angel.  If only her mother were alive to see her now.

   Mae crawls out of bed, exhausted after having stayed up till 2AM fussing
over her clothes.  Once she had finally decided, she simply fell on her bed
without even stripping the covers.  Now, only after a barrage of internal
dialogue and pep talking, can she drag her little carcass into the shower,
she twists on the cold tap.  The cold water jolts her to attention, even
her nipples jump (they would have saluted if they could).  She quickly
twists the hot on, and basks under the warming water.  The warmth spreads
over her body as she tilts her head back under the shower, as it crawls
down her hair, and sends shivers down her spine.  She lets out a small
groan and reaches for the body wash.  After she has lathered herself from
top to bottom, she spirals herself and watches the white foam cascade off
her shoulders, down her flat chest, over her tight tummy and funnels down
between her legs.  After allowing a little more pampering under the hot
water, she forces herself to turn it off and face the cold morning air. 
After the long task of combing her hair; which, she leaves untied, so that
it hangs straight down her back.  Mae quickly throws on her clothes, adds
the same sparkling lip-gloss as Loli, and a little rouge for colour; a
tight crop top to show off her abs and a long black dress to keep it
formal.

   "Mae!"

   "Yes, Mum?"

   "Breakfast is waiting, hurry up."

   "Sorry, I'll be there in a minute."

   Nearly twisting her ankle on the way down, she immediately regrets
wearing the knee-high pumps, but it is too late; no time to change now, and
barely enough time to catch the bus.

   They meet at the bus stop outside Loli's house, quickly performing the
obligatory once-over; they nod at each other and hug.  Two seconds later
they are off again, babbling in their patented 100MPH squeaks and giggles.

   The bus is quieter today that yesterday; the senior boys are all
grinning and whispering to the new boys, no doubt telling dirty jokes.  The
senior girls are all dead silent.  The ones that look over at our girls
seem almost sad.  Mae and Loli assume that's because they wanted to present
the trophy; its not often a girl gets to meet the whole soccer team in
front of the assembly.  They just keep talking happily to each other and
looking forward; away from the depressing glances.  Some of their
classmates hang over the seats; they are all trying to make friends with
the new popular girls.  Loli, ever the socialite, tells them all about Mr M
and the lunchtime meeting.  The little girls laugh all the way to school.

   The day flies by for the girls.  They don't hear a word any teacher has
said.  Finally the bell rings, it's lunchtime, Assembly time, Loli's tummy
begins to flutter, like she has a bucket of butterflies down there.

   They walk to the great hall and sit in the front middle seats where Mr M
told them to be.  The whole school shuffles in and the lights dim.  Mr M
walks onto the dais, coughs, and begins the proceedings.

   "Good afternoon and thankyou for attending this first school assembly
for the year two thousand and five.  We have a whole new year ahead of us,
and a whole new class to share it with.  I trust the seniors will teach the
new recruits 'all' the ropes, and make for our most pleasurable year yet.
It is with this in mind that we begin with an announcement, to those who do
not already know, our senior boys' soccer team has returned to us with the
state championship."

   A round of applause greets his announcement.

   "Haa haa, yes, it is very exciting.  Mr Evans and the boys have worked
tirelessly all season to bring this home to us, so I want them to know how
much we as a school appreciate their efforts.  Please come up here and join
me on stage."

   The eleven-team members and one reserve, along with Mr Evans march onto
stage under a hail of applause.

   "Well done boys, and to show you how much we appreciate your tireless
efforts we have a presentation for you.  Loli, Mae will you please join us
on stage."

   At the mention of her name Loli almost loses her breakfast, she is so
nervous.  Mae stands bolt upright and takes Loli by the hand.  They pause
for a moment to grasp some level of composure, and finally they skip, with
grins from ear to ear, hand in hand up the stairs and stand next to Mr M,
who looks down at them with a greeting smile.  They return the smile in
spades, beaming their happiness over the sea of darkened faces.

   "I have asked these two new girls, who are by the way the class reps for
the new first year students, to make a special presentation to our boys. 
Girls, I see you have prepared as I ask, so now, I'd like you to meet our
championship soccer team."

   He smiles disarmingly again and ushers them over to the team captain,
Al. They look at the ground, embarrassed to be standing so close to a
school celebrity.  He touches Loli's chin, and lifts her gaze up to his
face.  She looks into his crystal blue eyes, as he leans forward.  Unsure
what to do next, Loli closes her eyes.  Then his lips press against hers,
she flickers her eyes open to confirm what he is doing.  Just as quickly he
has slid his tongue out, and is pushing it between her lips.  She tries to
step back, but his previously gentle hand has slid to the back of her neck
and now firmly holds her still.  He is forcing her face to press against
him, as his tongue continues to probe inside her mouth.  She can feel it
licking her braces, and snaking its way all around inside her mouth, even
into her cheeks.  In her shock, she clenches her jaw shut tight.



   Not a thought is going through her mind right now; she remains
immobilised by fear and confusion, catatonic.  Al continues, his other hand
has reached to her face and squeezes her jaw tight, digging her braces into
the soft skin inside her mouth.  She makes ready to scream, not realising
her mistake, and in a flash his tongue has darted deep into her sweet
little mouth.  He is feverishly licks her tongue, spiralling over and
around her teeth.  Squeezing her jaw tighter he pushes the cheeks flesh
between her back teeth, so she can no longer shut her mouth, unless; of
course, she doesn't mind bighting a hole in her mouth.  He is forcing her
in closer to him, tighter against his mouth.  He gapes his maw wide, as if
trying to swallow her head; he drilled his tongue so deep that he is almost
licking in her throat.  Loli comes back to her senses, and she knows
something is very, very wrong with this picture.

   The first tear rolls out of her right eye, staining a wet streak down
her silken face.  This salty droplet is quickly followed by more, when the
child spins her glazed eyes around, to see the team watching her with eagre
grins, they watch their captain devour Loli's face.  But where is Mae, Why
hasn't she tried to help, She still can't find her sister, when she feels a
set of hands touch her thighs.

   Mae's jaw dropped when she saw Al lean in, and her thoughts race...

   "What is this?

   "Who is he?

   "This can be right!!!!

   "She doesn't like it!!!

   "STOP IT!!!!

   "No please, you can't?  You're hurting her!!!"

   These thoughts and more scream through her mind, but there was nothing
she could do to help, as Mr M and Mr E.  wrench her off her feet, and jam
the speech notes into her mouth.  With a few laps of masking tape around
her head she was gagged tight.  They force her onto her knees, and she can
do nothing but watch in terror as the team captain molests Loli's face.  Mr
E.  leans over her, he stares into her frightened, almond eyes.

   With his stinking breath on her cheek, he whispers to her, "You might as
well fight, cos we don't reward little girls for good behaviour."

   She tears her eyes away from her best friend, and stares back at Mr E;
her tears are staining the tape already.

   He smirks as her eyes redden.

   "Yes that's right, cry little baby, cry for mummy, but she wont save
you."

   With a burst of fear-fuelled energy she kicks out of his grip.  But
after three steps towards freedom, her hair betrays her; he has taken a
hold of it.  With a powerful tug, he rips her backwards, and her feet
actually leave the ground, while her back and head slam onto the hardwood
timbers.  Frightened gasps hiss out from the girls in the audience; a low
murmur of agreement rolls out from the boys, followed by a shifting of
seats.

   In the next instant the fat PE teacher is slobbering all over Mae.  He
is beckoning for three of the team members.  She wants to scream through
the gag but manages only moans and muffled cries.  His chubby hands grope
over her lithe body.  He roughly caress's her bony frame, lifting her shirt
as he grabs onto her flat breast skin and twists it off her ribs, watching
her squirm.  Two of the boys each take a leg, while the other binds her
wrists with more tape, and sits next to her, touching her face, rubbing his
fingers across her lips and inside her mouth.  Mr E.  continues squeezing
her, and bruising her chest.  She is delicious and warm, so he leaves his
hand there for a moment; savouring the feeling of a little twelve-year old
girl under his total control.  Slowly he moves his hands over her; his
fingers are rising and falling with each contour of her skeleton.  Again,
he finds her pointy nipples and squeezes harder than before, nearly ripping
them off.  Mae's eyes shoot open, as a scream rips through her head;
though, she cannot make a sound.

   He looks at her with passive, though ferocious eyes, grimaces, and rips
the crop-top from her body to expose her bare flat-chest to the whole
school, then he reaches down to get a hold of her long dress and rides it
up to her thighs so the boys holding her legs can see her panties.  They
race to be the first to touch her, pushing the legs wide in the struggle,
reaching her crotch at the same time.  Ripping at her panties, they pull it
upwards, cutting into her snatch before it breaks on her clit, tearing on
her bud.  Bucking and fighting to stop them, she kicks her legs out in
every direction.  The little body bucks and heaves in every direction, she
aches her back and slams her own body against the floor; as though, it
would actually help her situation.  She tries till it nearly breaks her,
but the boys are already between her legs; they need only to hold her open
and she cannot hurt them.  They poke at her twitching cunt, and laugh when
they see the string.



   "Hey Mr E!" one of the boys says.

   "What?" Mr Evans replies gruffly.

   "This whore is on the rag!"

   "No shit?" he looks at Mr M, Who just shrugs with a smile.

   "Looks like this one ain't for eating, sorry boys.  I know I promised
her snatch to your tastes, but I'll tell you what; you can take her cherry.
I was hoping to keep it for myself.  But I did make a promise; I hope you
don't mind the alternative."

   He nods at the boys, and they fight for the right.  Of the two, Mike is
easily the biggest, and he wins the struggle.  Tony, the star striker,
concedes, but says that he wants her ass cherry.  Mr Evans agrees, and
resigns himself to fucking her face first, "No small honour" he thinks to
himself.  Mae can only look on in terror, and she tries desperately to kick
out; her little body is just no contest against the fat P.E teacher and
three senior boys, who quickly pull-off her dress and panties; flinging
them into the crowd, to leave Mae as naked as the day she was born.

   Mike runs his hand up and down her thigh; slowly, enjoying the tension,
even Mae has stopped thrashing not knowing what to expect.  This is his
cue; not caring much for her condition, he gathers the fingers on his right
hand into a point and punches between her legs, driving 3 fingers right up
inside the squealing-fuck toys' belly.  He pumps his fingers in her,
watching the blood gather and lubricate his hand.  He can feel the folds;
the meat inside, swelling from the abuse; her cunt hole spasms, trying to
force him out; making him plunge his fingers deeper.  Wedging his shoulders
between her thighs, he forces them wider; so that he opens her pussy even
more, and buries his fist inside her accommodate it.

   Mike still has to fight against Mae's survival instincts, but not so
much now, as she is wearing out.  He lifts her knees to her little chest,
and pushes them sideways, as wide as her tendons will allow.  Admiring her
spread snatch, seeing its tight lips parted like this makes him shudder
with excitement, especially the thought of deflowering such a cute little
twelve-year old.  He drops his pants, and his cock drops out like a lump of
steak hanging from his torso.  All the boys knew his was the biggest, as
they always shower as a team.  Though, they had never seen it erect.  Even
they couldn't help wincing at the though of Mae's oncoming pain.  This was
no high school boy's cock; it was a freak, 10 inches if not, 12, and at
least 4 inches around.  Mr Evans turns Mae's head to look at Mike crouched
over her, swinging his member like a star batter ready to win the game. 
She screams; loud and long, shrieking and kicking, tears are thrown from
her face all over the floor.

   She looks up at him murmuring, "Please don't, I'm only a little girl, I
can't do this.  I'm begging you!" Her voice is getting louder, "I'm
begging...  Please stop this.  I'm scared...  I want to go home."

   More tears, as her bottom lip quivers uncontrollably.

   Mike leans down and strokes her sullen face, once so bright and
cheerful; it is screwed up and red, swollen in fear and disgust.  Mike
kisses her, and runs his fingers through her hair.  Softly tracing his
tongue over her lips, keeping eye contact with her tear stained sockets the
whole time; meanwhile, he forces his tongue between her lips to invade her
mouth.  She is so scared that she doesn't notice he has raised his hips and
started rubbing his cock all over her wet girl-hole.  She has almost calmed
down; his kissing is the nicest thing that has happened to her in what
seems like forever now.  He begins to nibble her quivering lip, sucking on
it tenderly.  She is relaxed enough now, he thinks.  He bites her bottom
lip hard, wraps his arm behind her neck and over her shoulders; thus,
holding her still, he drops his body onto hers.  Aiming his rock solid cock
at her swollen pink bits, he focuses all his weight behind his knob end and
rapes into her; shredding her hymen with a soul shattering snap that echoes
up her spine and ricochets inside her head.  He impales her with such speed
and ferocity that no sooner has she registered the pain of her cunt
breaking; there is a dull thump under her belly button and a searing pain
jolting across her loins like sheet lightening.  The thumping hits her
cervix over and over, as he picks up his pace, sawing into her soft
girl-hood.

   The shock breaks as her body learns a new pain threshold, and she renews
her hopeless fight.  This time the boys are ready; pulling her legs wider
apart, almost splitting her in two, they manage to stop her moving too
much. Meanwhile, Mike continues plunging his dick into her once pristine
vagina, again, and again he drives into her.  Mae's thin body shudders with
each new thrust, inertia tries to push her forward and away from the abuse,
but Mike has a solid hold on her shoulders; instead, the shockwaves hit her
with the full force of his efforts; buckling her body and twisting her
spine.  As he continues mashing her insides with his cock-head, she feels
the trickles of warm liquid working out of her; she feels it move down past
her bum-hole, and pool underneath her.  She is aware of little splashes;
each time he rams home and her hips are violently slammed to the floor;
there is another splash.

   Shock has taken over again, her screams are subdued to little squeaks,
nothing more than caught breaths forced out of her lungs each time; while,
like a jackhammer, he returns into her again.  The other boys drop her
arms, and they limply fall to the floor with a thud.  Her rake thin legs
bounce in time with him, poking obscenely in the air, back and forth, back
and forth.  He looks up and gazes into her dark almond eyes, they
glistening with fear; they implore him to let her go, pleading for him to
stop; he replies by fucking into her harder.  He watches her face crease up
under the strain of overwhelming pain, every time he lands another blow on
her cervix; then, with every time he slides out; she looks back at him
hopefully, as though she thinks he cares.  He moves his face in close to
her; she lifts her face to meet his; daring to hope.  He looks up at his
team-mates as if making a hard decision; shrugs and slams his forehead,
executing a perfect header, on her sharp little nose.  Time slows for Mae,
she thought she was getting though to him, now her nose is exploding all
over her face; blood lands in her eyes, it gushes down her throat, it runs
over her lips and into her slack, gaping mouth.

   Time catches up with a whooomp and she is in real time again.  She hears
the wet slapping of his balls against her bloodied crotch.  She can hear
her caught breaths echoing in her skull, and the shrill wail of a twelve
year old that just had her nose smashed, nearly into its brain.  Her face
is on fire, her throat feels as though she has drunk Drano, it is coarse
and harsh with all the screaming.  More than anything she feels the violent
banging inside her body, the shockwaves steamrolling her nerves.  She hears
him grunt in her ear, as he picks up the pace again.  With each
fuck-thrust, he buries just over half himself between her quaking legs,
already stretching her cavity well beyond its natural capacity.  He
squeezes her shoulders tighter, clenches his body, and drills his cock head
the full 12 inches into the squealing-girls hole.  He is almost as shocked
as Mae, when he actually feels her cervix snap open, then clench tight
around his shaft.

   This newfound hole-within-a-hole is finally too much, he brings himself
into her with a force that shakes the floor, threatening to crush her hips.
With a smile into Mae's still twisted facade, he spits in her eye and
unloads his balls into her most private and special recess; with each
thrust of his final invasion he flushes her womb with hot sticky goo. 
Clenching his balls to be sure he shoots every last dollop into her
destroyed womanhood.  Each time he blows, Mae can feel him swell and spew
inside her, then pump it deeper into her body with each successional push.
Every last drop of his vile, bitter cum eats away at her; the warmth of his
ejaculate is a searing heat to her wounded guts.  Mae violently bangs her
head against the floor in a useless attempt to escape this reality, but she
knows it's too late.  He slows his pace, idly snaking his dick up inside
her, to bask in the feeling of warm blood and cum washing over his cock as
it runs out of her, and adds to the puddle beneath her ass.

   "What's this?" he thinks, "is something broken loose inside her?"

   Realising it is only her tampon, he flips her over and lifts her ass up
in the air; bringing her to her knees, while dragging her face through the
mess she just made.  She hasn't the strength to use her arms, so she
remains face down against the bloodied floor.  She can smell her blood and
his cum mixed into a wet sticky mess under her face, as Mike digs his
fingers into the doll.  He raises his elbow as if starting a lawn mower,
and drops it, drilling his clenched fingers like a pile driver into her
uterus, he feels a telling pressure release; her cunt has ripped wide open.
Mae's body throws it's self off the ground, twisting over onto her back
again despite all the strength of Mr E.  and the boys, and continues the
violent thrashing.  Her arms flap aimlessly as she writhes on the ground,
and her back arches and twists like a grounded fish; all the while, she is
still impaled on Mike's fist.

   Only the thinnest veil of skin now separates her ass and cunt.  Mike
smiles, proud at his work, and easily pushes the rest of his hand inside
her.  Soon enough he finds what he was looking for; a blood filled tampon,
now sticky with his ejaculate.  He quickly extracts it with his thumb and
forefinger, and dangles it in front of her face.  Tony nods, knowing what
comes next, and he takes a hold of her face, holds her jaw tight and pulls
it open, like a vet giving a worming pill to a cat.  Her tongue writhes out
of her mouth trying to protect herself from this; a new height in
humiliation, but in the end it is no use, as Mike jams his fingers into the
back of her mouth, still holding onto the red gift.  He lets go, and with
the same fingers he stuffs it back, clogging her throat.  She can neither
cough it up nor swallow it.  He leaves it there, and moves to rape her
pussy with his fist, while Me E prepares to do the same to her face with
his cock.

   Mr E.  coos in Mae's ear; explaining, as gently as he can under the
circumstances, that he is about to 'rape her skull'.  That is; he
elaborates, he is going to 'force his stinking cock between her bruised
lips and ram it down her throat as often and as hard' as he pleases.  She
stares at him in mute horror, so he continues; detailing how she will 'gag
uncontrollably as his rod fucks her airway, suffocating her till she
convulses'; he then promises to 'ride her face as she bucks and writhes
under his weight until her gag reflex gives up' and she 'vomits all over
herself', he slavers the last part into her ear with particular relish. 
But, he warns, if she so much as tries to close her mouth, or if he feels
even the slightest pressure from her teeth; Tony will use his phenomenal
kicking skills to remove them.  He asks her if she understands everything
he has told her.  She simply stares at him, still gaping with a bloated
tampon wedged in the back of her throat; her instincts are to spit or
swallow, but she can do neither.  Her body is in control now, and it keeps
her mouth open; it wants to cough.  More than anything in the world it
wants to cough.  She heaves and groans; eyes bulging, but her lungs just
don't have the strength after all the useless screaming.

   Mr E.  stands over her, and with a foot on each side of her slight body,
he unzips his trousers and points his dick straight at her.  She doesn't
notice; everything is fading.  Her face is turning blue, her thin arms and
legs try to flail but she is pinned by a fist up her cunt and two boys
holding her legs and arms.  Mr E.  groans and releases a torrent of acrid
yellow urine at her tonsils.  It splashes in the back of her mouth, quickly
mixing with the blood, it foams up, pink, out of her mouth and over her
lips.  He fires the piss into her eyes, which burns under her eyelids like
nettles.  He pisses all over her face, and he pisses all over her twitching
little body, the gushing sound is clearly audible in the silent hall. 
After a minute of this water torture, she is almost dead.  Her eyes turn up
and she accepts the inevitable, thankful that it is at last over, and her
body drops still.

   Mr E.  shakes the last drop out of his cockhead and looks at her,
disappointed.  Kneeling down next to her, he grasps her face with both
hands and forces her mouth shut, and squeezes her neck from the chin down
knowing this will open her windpipe, by pumping the yellow waste straight
into her tummy, and force the blockage with it.  Her throat bulges
grotesquely as the mixture moves down her trachea.  The lump of filth
finally reaches her oesophageal sphincter, and one last squeeze of her neck
breaks the dam, filling her stomach with piss, blood, and cum.  Mr E. 
drops her head, it bangs on the floor and her eyes flutter open.  Like a
deep diver returning to the surface; she suddenly sits up with a rasping
breath; coughing uncontrollably, spitting and slobbering all over her-self.
She is alive, she tells herself.

   "What miracle could have saved me from certain death?" she asks herself.

   Her joy is short lived, when she sees Mr E.  is still standing over her.

   With his dick in hand, Mr E.  points at her, as if to remind her of his
words earlier.  He leans down, grasps her face and pulls the child onto her
knees.  The nearby boys rearrange themselves to watch as Mr E.  teaches
this skinny bag of bones that he has never broken a promise yet; true to
his word, it is not long before the child is suffering amidst the throes of
an asphyxiation seizure on stage; her abused body does the St Vitus
pole-dance, while singing the chorus from Mr E's favourite musical, 'My
throat couldn't be more full of cock if I were being face fucked by an
elephant'.  As the little cunts face shudders violently around his cock, Mr
E.  buries his fingers in her long black hair and pummels her forehead into
his fat, hairy belly, regularly holding her tight against himself; Mr E. 
grinds down her throats defences.  Her red eyes clench as she tries to halt
the inevitable, but the torture of a fat old mans penis in her tender
preteen neck is too much for her body to handle.  Soon enough, she is
heaving violently, her neck bulges once more and creamy pink slime bubbles
out of her nose.  Her cheeks blow out and more vomit squeeze's out from
around Mr E's dick, staining her flat chest with red streaks, brown chunks
and cum.  She heaves again; another wave of stomach effluent boils out of
her mouth, Mr E.  cackles like a schoolboy as he tries fervently to fuck it
all back into her head, her cheeks, neck and eyes bulge in and out every
time Mr E.  enters, he cannot stop cackling at this sight.  Her face
continues like this goes on for 3 or 4 more eruptions, until finally the
last sticky trickles of her bile dangle from her chin, and a puddle of
thick, stinking retch has settled between her legs.

   Now that she is properly lubricated, Mr E.  makes his final attack.  In
her fevered nightmare she barely notices this new incursion, he just flops
her head back and forth onto him like a sodden raggedy Anne, savouring the
wet sensation of a tiny throat soaked full of fuck-juice, until he unloads
his own contribution to the soup.  Vectors of thick ropey seed paint a
pearlescent varnish of rapists-jism inside her face; throb after throb, his
balls lay more cum in her.  Then, when he has no more seed, he pushes her
face up so that the bitter-wad rolls down her neck into her chest.  She
gulps, falls to her hands and hears a sickening wet thump as her tiny frame
is hurled back.  Her head hits the wall first, almost cracking her skull.
Again she is lost in the white noise oblivion of unbearable pain.  Tony
steps back, and looks at his bloodied boot.

   "That fucking whore" he curses, "look what that bitches' face did to my
game boots!  That fucking stupid cunt, I'll teach her to stain my shoes."

   As Al licks away inside Loli's mouth, a hand slowly steals up under her
skirt.  She stands petrified; between Al, sticking his tongue in her mouth,
and another boy creeping under her skirt.

   "It couldn't get any worse than this, ever!!!" she tells herself.

   Al is looking straight into her eyes, as he bites down on her tongue. 
Watching her wince makes him bite her even harder, her tears make him
horny. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out, pulls her closer
to him, pressing is stiffening dick against her soft belly.  She makes to
pull away, but is instantly reminded of the person running his hands over
her talcum-powdered thighs.  The hands are soft and prowl over every inch
of flesh under her dress; massaging her legs, while prying them apart.  He
softly pushes the back of her knees, this buckles her legs; splaying her
knees sideways, and she can do nothing to bring them back together.  One of
his hands darts up to touch her expensive little panties, she gasps, but
with Al's tongue still fucking her mouth no one even notices.

   All that that exists to Loli right now are; her little preteen body,
held painfully against these mean boys, Al's mouth slobbering all over her
little braces, and the hands under her pleated skirt, which; she realises,
have begun rubbing her little slit with two fingers.  This is like a bolt
of lightening to the child, of all the things that could have happened this
is the worst.

   "Someone is touching my girl thing!!!" her mind screams.

   She renews her struggles as the fingers rub harder; now, kneading her
bald-front-bum through her pink panties.  Soon enough, she can feel her
lips moistening, as her body betrays her.

   "No, Please no more" She mumbles into Al's mouth.

   When this does nothing to abate the torture, Loli tries force, but
beating her weak little fists against Al's sides does nothing for her.  The
terrible hands deftly push her panties to one side, and touch her most
private skin.  The fingers are cold against outer-lips, but quickly draw
warmth as they dip into her well and begin to carefully work her juice out,
lubricating her tidy little folds.  He slips two fingers inside, and she
can feel the stretch.  It's the first time she has ever had anything inside
her flower; not even a tampon, so it hurts.  She struggles, but Al just
squeezes her tighter, stabbing his hard cock against her tender pink belly.

   He pulls his mouth off her for a moment to whisper in her ear, "You are
such a pretty little girl, aren't you?  You're going to love what's coming
next."

   She screws up her face, takes a deep breath; ready to hurl a barrage of
insults at him.  Before she even has a chance, he has spit into the back of
her mouth.  She gags on his lumpy sputum; coughs, loud and hard, then looks
at him with utter distain.  He just laughs, looking at the person behind
her, who has popped his fingers out of her soggy cock warmer, to rub her
rosette.  She can feel her own juice being rubbed around her bum hole,
lubricating it just enough for him to force a digit in.  This time she
screams, a blood curdling screech as the finger rapes her twelve-year-old
anus.  He doesn't waste any time exploring her intestines, and regularly
dips back into her pussy for more lube, continuing like this until Loli's
asshole is generously buttered with girl-juice.  With her bum thusly
prepared he now pushes two fingers against her muscle, twisting his wrist
to drill them through her clenched ring.  His fingers break through, and
begin to fuck her preteen bum; roughly pushing in and out, while tears
continue to streak her porcelain facade.  At this Al begins rubbing himself
like a dog against her delicate body.

   The second hand is back under her skirt again, so one hand is fingering
her ass, while the other tenderly rubs the insides of her glistening honey
pot; drawing more moisture out of her.  She forgets herself, until another
finger is jammed into her ass, and her body stiffens like a board.  But she
squeezes too hard; she tried to snap those fingers off with her sphincter,
but now her ass has cramped up.  She can't move to shake out the cramp, so
it gets worse, until the fingers in her ass slip out.  She gets half a
moment's respite, before Al slips a hand past her waistband, spreads his
fingers to open her, and starts to roughly fondle her bits.  He pulls her
tighter against him, dips his hips, and positions his cock head between her
outer lips, pressing it against the opening of her pink bullseye.  He rubs
his head up and down, and she realises with utter terror that she is
getting wetter by the moment; the blood rushes out of her
already-bone-white face.

   He internal dialogue spirals into dizzying circles, she cannot fathom
what is happening, nor bring herself to consider the future.

   "But...  He can't do this...  He can't be thinking what I think he is
thinking.

   "There's no way he can do it!  I'm only a little girl!!!!

   "Where is Mr M?  He will show these boys how to treat a girl.  Maybe
they have him tied up!!  Yes that's it.  I can't wait...  he will break the
ropes and bash these boys for disrespecting me like this.

   "What now..!?"

   Something big pushes against her tired bum; having never heard of sodomy
before, she has no idea what this means.  She is in for a hard lesson.  The
two hands grapple her ass cheeks and pry them wide apart; the thing is
pushed forward to rest firmly against her glistening pink chute.  Al has
taken a hold of her shoulders; looking into her eyes again, he winks.  The
other hands are on her hips.  She now has two throbbing cocks poised at the
entrances of her most sacrosanct canals; they are big, hard, slicked with
her juice, and ready to savagely slaughter both of her meaty little
cherries at once.



   Chapter 6: The Presentation continues



   Loli cringes at the dogged panting in her ear and the churlish grunts of
the person behind her as he positions himself; hands braced painfully tight
on her jutting hips.  She can feel his wet knob-end pulsing against her
anal rose as it tightly rests against her.  He is not trying to bust her,
but waiting for the perfect time.  Al; meanwhile, continues rubbing himself
against her sex as he awaits the signal, idly gliding his purple spearhead
up and down between her labium.

   Loli's cries echo around the silent hall, the anticipation is almost
palpable.

   Between sobs; Loli hears the echo and deathly silence of the great hall,
she knows no cares to help her, and begins to bawl.  Slowly at fist, then
the tears roll a little harder, soon; torrents of salty tears lay a thick
network of glistening streaks down her porcelain white face.  Drips of it
tumble off the tip of her button-nose, and her chin.  Her lips tremble, her
face grows red, and her ears burn.  Her whole body is shaking; visibly
quaking in the hands of these two strangers.

   Almost imperceptibly; Al nods, an unspoken agreement.

   Loli's world explodes.

   As if a bolt from hell itself has raped her, she launches into a blood
curdling, inhuman scream.  Pain and horror rip through her mind and body as
two massive cocks lift her off the ground; simultaneously breaching her
sinless pipes; cooperatively lacerating her bald pink cunt and the tight
rosette of her asshole.  Al had taken vagina; with one thrust irreparably
taring her spunk-pot at the top and bottom apex; shredded her hymen, and
spattered a small dash innocent blood onto his thigh, in the same instant
her ass-hole has been mercilessly scourged by the other rapist.  In one
fell stroke the man behind Loli has viciously augmented her ring;
instantly, and permanently crippling the tightly clenched sphincter
muscles; breaking through her rectum as he plunged deep into her bowels.

   Her crimson blood freely runs out of her, over their cocks, to drip from
their balls.  Her skirt sits bunched, useless, around her waist.  The
combined width has stretched the screaming child's holes beyond their
capacity; her flesh is so taught it nearly cuts into the rapist's dicks.

   So much that they can't help but yell in unison "Fuck, this whore is
tight!"

   The boys and men on stage laugh, as Al bitch-slaps Loli hard across her
eyes, raining tears and sweat over the floor.  This exchange is almost lost
on Loli amid her continuing scream, which has degenerated into a guttural
growl, punctuated by hoarse inhalations as she gasps to reintroduce oxygen
into her feverish brain.  The two invaders pound between her legs, quickly
falling into a matching pace as they fuck the little girl in time with the
teams chanting,

   "One, gonna fuck her," Al drills into her,

   "Two, gonna fuck her," Al pulls out as the man behind her thrusts in,

   "Three, gonna fuck her" Al thumps into her, as her ass is relieved,
"...more."



   Al holds still as her ass is pumped again.

   "You're gonna fuck her," they pull out,

   "We're gonna fuck her," they slam in,

   "They're gonna fuck, the baby whore."

   The rapists take this cue to break synch and recklessly fuck her
senseless.  Al finally frustrated by her panties rips the blood-stained
cotton to the side, leaving them torn and hanging from her bouncing thigh
by no more than a seam.

   Loli is thrashes and bawls with more desperation than ever, like a fish
out of water she is flapping and gasping, helplessly impaled.  The crimson
tattoos continue to creep out of her bloodied holes, to paint her thighs
and legs with a spider's web of blood; staining the cuffs of her knee-high
cotton socks, as her legs swing limply with each thrust.

   Still bawling, and hyperventilating; Loli's cries have become haggard
and forced.  The terror of the situation is too much for her nerves to
handle.  While she may wish for the peace of a coma, the adrenaline keeps
her awake, it keeps her alert, amplifying the every bump and vein; every
fold of skin forcing into her rear; the painful sawing sensation of the two
cocks fucking into her guts.  She feels it all, like watching her own rape
in high definition, every grunt and snicker plays in her mind; exaggerated
by her fear.  She tries to close her eyes, but her bodies' natural instinct
is to identify the attacker.  So she helplessly watches Al, looking down
upon her like a rabid dog with a new bone.  She feels like a 2-inch kewpie
doll, skewered on two 12-inch cocks.

   The man behind her draws his cock back; almost all the way out, to leave
only the tip plugging her now gaping asshole.  Al takes this cue, and
burrows his cock deeper into the little girl, forcing himself against her
cervix, opening it millimetre by agonizing millimetre, as he grinds into
her.  Until finally he has pried it open, and lodged his meat firmly inside
her inner-chamber.  He slowly fucks her like this, delving deep into her
guiltless womb.  Loli's head rolls in confusion and horror as this new
sensation ricochets through her nervous system.  For a moment she
whites-out, but the bliss of unconsciousness is fleeting, and the instant
later a steam train barrels up into her intestines.  The man behind her has
driven himself, with all his weight, back through her bleeding ring,
ripping her even further.  They both feel the violent tearing inside her,
but only he enjoys it; prompting a fucking the likes of which her pink
asshole has not yet experienced; with reckless abandon the man savagely
abuses the child's rear end, never caring once for the blood or her fearful
cries.

   Loli's jolting body hangs limply with every slamming thrust.  Each time
he crushes into her bowels her breath is forced out as an agonised wheeze;
deep semiconscious grunts, expelling out of her pretty little chest.  The
man simply adores her animal sounds; just hearing the sickening noises
choked out of this sweet little girl drives him to frenzy.  He intensifies
his lunges; pounding her ass for all he is worth, his balls slap a wet
staccato rhythm in her blood.  Al, following his example, begins to
voraciously torture the child's womb with his cock.  The two rapists'
alternate their thrusts; while Al draws his meat back out of her inner
portion, the other unerringly invades up through her anus, and as the man
retrieves himself from her tunnel, Al compliments with another rabid surge
into the young one's wounded nursery.  Over and over her rents' are taken
like this for what seems like an eternity.

   The fire inside her has built to a white heat, and they know it.  Al
hesitates for one moment, before rending again into her womb; he has broken
back into sync with the man in her bum.  They batter her nether regions as
a unit, one rapist in each desultory entrance; stuffing so much inside her
that her hips feel the strain.  This elicits another beautiful scream, like
a battalion of banshees; her agony cuts the air like a cluster bomb of
razor blades.  Maddened by lust, Al wraps his hand around her throat and
squeezes, cutting her scream to a muted gargle.  Her eyes bulge and her
face quickly turns red, then purple as she is starved for oxygen.  Al is
clenching around her throat so hard-he can feel the cartilage cracking
against his palm; he lifts her and slams her down with a shocking force. 
He continues lifting and slamming, while she squeaks pitifully; what little
air she can inhale is squeezed out on the down thrust.

   The man behind her wrenches her head backwards by her strawberry braids;
earning a small respite from Al's grip.  He reaches under her with s cupped
hand, slides his bloodied cock out of her ripped anus, and catches the
torrent of creamy blood that drools out onto his palm.  The vile feeling of
this liquid running out of her; sends shivers up Loli's spine.  So she is
still quivering when Al grabs her chin and pries her jaw open.  The man
brings his cupped hand up and dumps the mottled juice into her mouth; it
hits her tongue, instantly sliding to the back of her throat.  She gags and
coughs wetly, sending clumps of it down her cheek; lumpy brown, red and
white streaks-further disrespect her once flawless facade.  The crap hangs
in stinking strings off her delicate cheek bones, to drop with soft
pitter-patters on her heaving preteen body.

   After only this brief moment the taste and facts register in her
overworked brain; she tries to scream, but when she opened her throat, the
cocktail of shit, blood and cum races down her neck into her lungs.  She
naturally heaves to vomit it out, but Al clamps her jaw shut and gazes
fixedly into her eyes; watching her strain to control this body function;
Loli does not have enough strength, the mixture washes into her mouth with
surprising force, her cheeks blow-out and her throat bulges.  A squirt of
bile leaks out of the corners of her mouth, but in the end she has to
swallow it again or suffocate.



   A knot of bloodied slime dribbles out of her nose.

   With the preparations over, the man pulls her backwards by her braids,
and holds her body horizontal.  Loli opens her eyes, and gasps when she
sees the man for the first time, but her gasp becomes just another wet
gulping sound as Mr Meyers; quick as lightening, snaps his cock into her
heartbroken visage.  Al pulls his dick from her cunt, and glides it easily
into the hole that Mr M has gouged-out between her ass-cheeks.  He holds
Loli by her ankles to keep the childish body lateral, suspending her torso
in the air whilst pulling her wide open for all and sundry to view.  Mr M
supports the rest of her weight by gripping her bruised neck, and massaging
his dick inside her throat.  They spit-roast her like this for a while,
painfully buckling and twisting her lithe little body as they fuck her
mouth and cunt without remorse, her useless panties fling off her foot, but
she could not have noticed.

   The slick, sticky sounds of his dick popping in and out of her neck
turns Mr M on more and more with each thrust.  His balls begin to clench,
so he gains some control by diverting his attention; gliding one hand over
her chest and delicately untying the little pink bows down the front of her
blouse, exposing the, as-yet, untouched pink skin of her midriff and her
little pink trainer bra.  He viciously rips the little bra off; scratching
red lines across her back and begins pinching and twisting her hot-pink
buds.  Like a little worm on a big hook, she squirms uselessly; crying
muted squeals into his groin.

   Slowly and sensually massaging the child beneath him makes Mr M just
want to stick his dick inside her skull; he wants to fuck her brain for
real, to feel the soft grey folds twitch and die around his cock.  For now,
though, he will be contented with brutalizing her face with his cock.  He
picks up the pace, and then slams his fist into her breadbasket, inflicting
himself deeper into her skull when she gasps.  Faster and harder they rape
into the child, her body convulsing as it tries to breathe.  Al can feel
the thundering force of Mr M's cock pushing her, and so he matches it.  The
two men are now frantically raping the little preteen princess, forcing her
flesh to perform acts that would make the most despotic soddomite to blush.


   Her body; unable to hold its fluids any more, leaks relentlessly down
her legs and up into her soaked skirt to drip in coagulated strings to the
floor below.  Her neck is swollen and bruised where Mr M has left a black
and blue handprint; it hurts her to even think of moving it, let alone
breathing and swallowing.  Any semblance of controlled abuse is forgotten
as the rapists give into to sheer animal-blood lust; two monsters issuing
unspoken challenges to hurt their quarry more and more with every moment.
Quite simply, they are slaughtering Loli; a limp 12-year-old doll of flesh
and bone.

   She had risen briefly, the pressure on her body was just too much to
ignore, and her senses came back online just in time to find her nose being
ground in the matted hair between Mr M's balls and his asshole.  His thighs
squeeze her head; his ass cheeks close around her nose, forcing the sweaty
ass smell into her nostrils.  Again, she is crushed her between their
cocks; her back, viciously bent against its natural angle, is twisted like
a soggy pretzel amid their combined bulk.  This time, however, they do not
withdraw, both men have clenched her, and grind as deep as they can into
their respective holes, before flooding the little thing with white-hot
semen; waves upon wave jet out of them; glazing her internals with their
baby making slime.

   As they empty their balls, her eyes rollback into her head, her body
seizes up, and she tries to kick out once, twice, but she cannot stop the
flooding inside her.  These dirty men have filled her perfect little body
with evil hot sperms, her mind screams.  Al's heavily salted cream sears
Loli's wounded bowels like a brushfire in her tummy; his continued pumping
is douching every inch of her intestines with his sprog; despite this,
red-brown lumps have worked their way out of her and hang from her exposed
ass in thick stings, occasionally dropping with a splat to the hardwood
beneath her.  She had just begun to be horrified by Al's efforts, when Mr M
flushed her throat with his own cock-vomit; he rode her face; grinding her
nose into his asshole, while pushing the thickened cream into her stomach;
filling her little belly.  With one horrific gulp after the next, your
pretty little twelve year old daughter must accept this mans cock in her
throat, sucking and wheezing for any wisp of oxygen, she battles against
his oncoming tide that has washed the inside of her face and neck with his
bitter love.  She can taste his cum mixing with the metallic taste of her
own blood on his cock; she can feel excess cum backing out of her mouth,
being pushed over her braces, out past her lips to dribbling down over her
cheeks to pool in her eye sockets.

   Her face twitches between his thighs, as she tries to shake the stinging
slime out of her bloodshot eyes.  The child sobs against Mr M's asshole,
what was once an unbearably innocent and pretty little face; is now
drenched with bloodied cock cream, ass-slime, and tears; smeared mascara
frames her petulant eyes and the sparkling hot-pink lipstick is smudged all
around her swollen mouth.  Her neat little strawberry blond pig-tails are
dishevelled and thick with coagulated effluent.  Her scrawny body hangs
limp; exhausted by the continuing torture, tight between her two attackers.
Her neck is swollen black and blue, as are her ankles, arms, rectum,
vagina, and larynx.  Her mind is a battlefield of terror and crumbled
humours, she begs herself to just die, to lose herself and never find her
way back to consciousness ever again, but all she can do is curse herself
for being as strong willed as her mother, a curse that will see her witness
every last cruelty that is to be inflicted on her, and so she crumbles once
more, a sobbing, heaving mass of twelve-year-old fuck-toy impaled of the
business ends of two rabid rapists, who do nothing more than laugh at her
muted sobs, and spit green lumps on her still silky untouched torso.

   After cumming inside her, Al simply left himself inside Loli's ass;
keeping it sealed tight.  With an audible 'pop', Mr M unsheathed his cock
from her throat, and then wipes it clean on her hair.  Loli looks up at him
with those perfect jade eyes, imploring him to feel something, anything,
for her.  Her pitiful tears begin again in earnest; the hot spittle that
slaps her face speaks louder than any words.  This is complimented by a
quick backhanded slap across her cheek, and Mr M tells Al to bring her to
the other side of the stage.  Al lifts the rag-doll upright; still impaled
on him, and hugs the child's body against his chest, while her head
lays-limply on his shoulder.  One could mistake his gesture as one of
chivalry, that is, until they reach the bloodied mess that used to be Mae's
face.  Al then knelt down behind Mae's head, and very slowly slides Loli's
anus off his shaft; gently enough that her ring gingerly contracts to seal
the pink-blood/cum soup behind her sphincter.  Mike and Tony take her arms
and legs, holding them high in the air, to aim her ass at Mae's face.  Once
in place, Al punches Loli hard in the gut, forcing her to disgorge the
quickly thickening flux of cum and congealing blood into Mae's broken mouth
and over her face.  Loli has snapped to attention, gasping for air after
her second winding, she looks down and sees her best friend, barely
recognisable for the torn and broken jaw, choking on her creamed and bloody
effluent.  Loli's strength leaves her and she drops limply in the boy's
arms; as she fades to black Loli notes four more boys walking towards her
with wild eyes and toothy grins.

   Meanwhile.

   After receiving Tony's boot, Maes head had had barely hit the floor when
he was stepping forward, beckoning three boys to follow.

   Mr E, sitting back in his chair has called for his pet, which gingerly
steps up onto stage, hands him a smoke, lowers to her knees and places her
trembling lips around him; to clean the filth from his softening
cock-shaft. The boys have picked up Mae's limp form by the wrists and
ankles, to drag her to the edge of the stage so all the students in the
crowd could see what they were to doing to her.  After securing her legs
wide with the help of some conveniently placed metal rings and some rough
rope, Tony jumps off the stage and shows Mae's new class-mates what her
cunt looks like after the so far-brief mauling.  The little girls shrieked
and cry hysterically at this horrific sight, some try to run for the door
but the prefects had already secured the little treats in their chairs; the
best these children can do is squeal and turn away.

   To emphasise his point, Tony punched his hand inside Mae's guts, then
rips it out just as quickly; spattering the blood all over these girls. 
Laughing, he turns his attention back to the little Asian fuck-hole.  The
stage is low enough that Tony simply leans forward and his dick is back
inside her ass again.  As she had lost almost all elasticity in her
sphincter, he puts a hand in her cunt and jacks him self off through the
thin wall of skin that remains.  At this point the only signs of life left
in the girl are the shallow breathing and the choking sounds bubbling out
of her shattered mouth.  Tony points to Pete, the boy on her left wrist,
and nods towards her face; Pete straddles her chest and lifts the bloody
opening that was her lower face to meet his eagre dick.  Pete carefully
eases his dick past the shards of bone, to navigate into her blood-slicked
trachea.  Briefly, some life sparks back into her, as she begins, once
again, to struggle for air.  Mae has been reduced to her base animal
instincts, it is doubtless that she can even regard what is now happening
to her; but all animals need to breath, and this one is no different.

   Pete cradles Mae's skull in his hands, his fingers lace at the back of
her skull and he presses himself into her twitching throat.  mHer blood
continues leaking to the floor; torrents of it cascade out of her maw and
congeal on her flat chest and her belly.  The stick thin legs are cramped
in their braces; she twists and buckles, but Tony only jacks himself off
inside her even faster, and builds to a groaning crescendo.  With each
thrust of his fist he is brutally punching her cervix.  When he sees the
bruising spread out from under her stomach, he whoops in delight, and calls
the other boys over to check it out.  The wide-eyed audience urges him on,
as each thump brutally bulges her black and blue stomach.  To compound the
torture Tony has taken a hold of her insides, so that each back thrust
forces her face to fuck onto Pete's blood soaked dick.  They go at her like
this for some time, listening and laughing at the whimpers and groans
filtering through the crowd.  They made idle jokes, likening Mae to a soft
little pinata; wondering what presents she will eventually spill, as they
continued to rape the beaten little girl.

   Finally Tony tensed and punched his fist right through her cervix,
hearing the flesh audibly tare inside her was too much, and he lets out an
almighty roar, unloading his white cream into her body.  Pete reciprocated
and ejaculates a cup of boy-love into her gullet.

   No doubt, this is not to be the last soaking of this little girl's
internals, as evidenced by the queue formed behind these two.  First in
line are the team mates that have not already set their sights to having a
go on Loli; before she is too fucked up, then the prefects, followed up by
the 'vultures': the rest of the lower form boys.  Some of these fellows
have various invasive holds on the other fuck toys, these girls are already
broken, others; the younger ones, still try in vane to pull away.

   Inside the crazed mind of this twelve year old child, as she is bloated
with fresh cum, is not a pretty place to be.  The little girls' character,
her personality; perhaps her soul, retreats away from the innate sentience
of her body.  So it is this sentience that must bear the brunt of the facts
book-ending her, the knowledge and sensation of each hot splash as it is
flung from the sweaty balls of an unknown male, into each end of her lithe
trunk.  Squirt, after heady squirt makes itself known to her, from the
bitter, thick droplets that stick, and hang in a foul web, on the inside of
her throat; to the torrential hosing that varnishes her bowels, and
dribbles out from around Tony's pulsing penis.  She regrets it all, each
time her shattered head rocks forward with Tony, she reels in agony, and
she curses Loli; before cursing herself for blaming her friend.  Each time
Pete pulses with another glob, her brain swells, and her lungs heave to
fight for a wisp of oxygen, but he is relentless; determined to milk every
last droplet into her, because he knows that once he is finished he will
not get another ride; the queue is just too long.  The child can hardly
fight against this oxygen restriction, and with a shudder it resigns itself
to its fate, eventually Pete and Tony grind to a standstill; panting like
rapists who have just filled a young child's ass and stomach with a whole
lot of cum, they give each other a high-five, glance at the rest of the new
girls and slip out of her; a move that results in no small amount of fluids
to leak out of her each end.  Mae simply lies still, then twitches and
coughs out a lump of congealed blood and semen, which slaps her left and
rolls back into her hair.  She inhales gratuitously as her airways have
cleared, finally, but then she is immediately suffocated by a hot flood of
feculence from her best friends arse.



   Chapter 7: And on...  and on.



   Loli's eyes flutter open; she is lying on her side, forced to witness
the queue of boys waiting for Mae's ass.  She is startled by four boys, who
take her wrists and ankles, to drag her back to the middle of the stage. 
She prayed they would be finished by the time she woke up.  But her body
betrayed her; it had only blinked out, she has not missed a beat of the
action.

   After having kicked Loli onto her back, Dan and Max, the two fullbacks,
each take an arm and a leg, and draw the bitch into quarters.  With their
already-bloody dicks in hand, Tiny the goal keeper and Dean the
mid-fielder, advance on the splayed child.  She raises her head, to see
Tiny's purple and red cockhead plunge between her lips.  She gasps in
shock, inadvertently allowing him into her throat deeper than he had
intended.

   Dean's 10-inch member homed in on her colon, ripped into her bruised
asshole and begun hammering away inside the little girl.  This new
explosion of pain forced her breath out; as if trying to push Tiny away. 
Such abject rudeness on her part makes Tiny more than a little bit angry.
The 110Kg Goalie raises his hand slowly and dramatically allowing Loli a
chance to look up.  Then, quick as greased lightening, her face is snapped
down; a sharp but short lived yelp bounces off the hall's ceiling and
walls.

   Time stands still; Loli's nose drips blood, in a soft pitter-patter, to
the floor.

   Her hoarse breathing rasps over every nerve in her swollen throat.

   The white glow in her eyes fades back into a vision of scowling madness;
Tiny glaring down at the insolent little fuck bag as it looks back with
childish bewilderment and innocence.

   Loli's favourite white blouse hangs, blotched and stained, from her
wrists as her arms swing limply beneath her.  Her tears evidence that her
mind and body refuse to accept her place; as it drifts for moments, to the
world she used to live in, where Mae and she would skip to school; where
she could fantasise about Mr Meyer, and dream about touching his sensitive
side, or his bulging muscles, in short; a world that no longer exists.  She
can play no more childish games, no more ring around the rosy; just this. A
twisted parody of human life; innocence debauched, a vision of the perfect
child pack-raped and depredated.

   Her pink chest heaves as she sobs around Tony's dick.

   Her reverie is short lived, as Max and Dan violently tug on her limbs;
splaying the little frame for their team-mates.  Dean scrunches her slicked
skirt in his fist and jerks her waist up to introduce his eagre fuck-pole
deeper into her.  With this grasp he rocks her ass backwards and forwards
onto himself, in an even but determined meter; the sickly, wet sounds of
Dean's scrotum slapping against her bloodied, cum-soaked ass, plays a
sombre ambiance.  The two fullbacks pass the time by taking turns to spit
on her nubbins, so the little mounds are quickly streaked with white
spittle.  Dan makes a sick rasping sound and then grins as his thick green
spit slaps her puffy nipple.

   "Bullseye," he grins over her.

   However, Max is not a gracious loser, he repeatedly wrenches angrily on
her leg; a loud wet thud finally announcing the femurs dislocation from its
socket.  Loli's eyes bulge and her mouth gapes, the child simply roars; a
battle hardened, gravel-road rash of a roar that snarls out around Tiny's
dick as he continues to abuse the bloodied throat.  The violent gurgling
around his shaft sends bolts of electricity through his dick, zapping his
brain.  He laces his fingers behind our heroine's skull, crushes her face
against his pubic-bone, and brutally crushes his manhood into her
slobbering inlet.  Still; she struggles, with nothing more than hopeless
shudders, as her mighty efforts will not purchase any more than that.  The
convulsions though, are too much for Tiny, who has wrapped her strawberry
plaits around his fists; he ruthlessly grinds himself inside her neck. 
Occasionally tightening his grip, to rip her head back with a sucking pop,
and then punch back into her.  As he does this; long strings of slime trail
out and delicately lace themselves across her freckled facade, then; when
he quickly slams it back home, a wetted gulp, and slimy bubbles pop from
between her stretched lips and his weapon.

   Grinding back inside her again, Tiny simply cannot believe this feeling;
being so deep inside a preteens larynx, that the little broken rings of
cartilage tickle his knob end when he twists her skull.  Soon, though, she
is convulsing for breath again, so he angrily rips out of her; this time
drawing thicker strands; bloodied, milky-pink stomach bile, which he takes
special care to let roll into her eye sockets.  The searing in her
eye-sockets makes her kick out in defence.

   They all laugh when she realises the error of her efforts.  Max
punctuates the error; letting her dislocated limb drop awkwardly to the
floor.  The unimaginable agony of this simple act, rocks the little girl to
her core; unable to escape the terror, her soft pink lips simply curl back
over the silver wires spanning her teeth and she unleashes a new blood
curdling wail, stopping everyone in their tracks; the teachers, the
prefects, the little sluts sucking their prospective boys; all stop to
focus on Loli, spread eagled with one leg dangling unnaturally out to the
side.  Everyone gawps except Tiny, who at the sight of the little girls
braces, grunts, roars and snarls at her while grasping at her skin;
possessed by the desire to ruin something beautiful, he pumps into her
skull mid-wail and mutes her to a stuttered gurgle.  Again and again, he
pumps her head, each thrust forces muffled gulps to pulse out of her neck,
driving him to invade the twelve year olds trachea harder and faster. 
Pinkish brown slime rolls over her upturned face; further-smearing her
makeup into blackened smudges around her wincing eye sockets.  With one
hand Tiny pulls her head firmly between his thighs; mashing her button nose
up against his hairy asshole.  Again, he twists her head slowly, so as to
feel her swollen and bruised throat around his cock, while his free hand
holds her between the nape and her collar bone.  Like this, he squeezes and
shakes her neck, jacking himself off with throat as he cuts off the blood
supply to her brain.  The child's pink lips quickly turn blue, her jade
eyes roll back and Tiny unleashes his seed into your near comatose baby
daughter, wave upon wave of his stinking semen splashes down her neck and
pumps into her boiling stomach.  Tiny groans as he shakes the girls head
around his cock, as his balls contract up off her face to push more of his
sticky sperm into her twitching body.

   After the final strings of baby juice dribble out of him, he slowly and
deliberately slides out until his knob rests against her gag reflex; he
rubs his knob lightly against it before raping his full length back into
her; returning her face to his ass.  Right on cue, her chest heaves, her
stomach knots and then pulses as her whole body contracts around his cock
and a torrent of blood and cum soaked vomit flushes out of her mouth and
nose.  It splashes over her chin splattering over her flat chest; it washes
her face and soaks into her hair, imbuing chunks of her breakfast in her
fringe, and dyes more stains into her already filthy blouse.  Even Tiny can
not escape the splashback (which does not please him one bit); he releases
his grip on her and punches her in the centre of her soft chest, winding
the little girl to a gasping stupor.  Loli groans around him as the blood
trickles back into her brain, she forces her eyes open despite the caked-in
bile and starts to cry again, great heaving sobs of despair rack her tiny
frame as Tiny shrinks out from her larynx.

   The regular throbbing continues as Deans cock continues sawing into her
raw asshole.

   Tiny has not finished yet.

   After wiping himself clean with one of her plaits, he asks the little
girl, "Hey sweetness, are you ok?  I hope we didn't hurt you."

   "Why are you doing this?" she whimpers back to him.

   "Because you are so cute we can't help wanting to make love with you."

   "You call this love?!" she squeaks

   "Yes, we love doing this." He grins at her, before relaxing his bladder.

   "Nnngh...  Ooo" she gurgles, as a steaming torrent of piss begins
bubbling out of her mouth.

   He withdraws, and flexes his bladder muscles hard enough that the acrid
yellow fluid stings as it hits her tongue and quickly foams up and out over
her cheeks.  She snaps her mouth shut hoping to avoid this new humiliation,
but in response, he simply aims into her nostril and fills her sinuses with
the foul acid; stinking and hot, it crashes up the unprotected vent, filing
her facial cavities so she can feel the scorching behind her eyes and
forehead.  At once; her burnt sinuses can hold no more and the torrent is
flushed, unobstructed, past the soft palate and down the back of her
throat, into her stomach; to mingle with the rest of the foulness that the
child has been forced to ingest.  It does not take much of this till she is
gagging, and coughing lumpy, pink and yellow mottled-bile over her own
face; as she has not the strength enough to eject it with any distance. 
Tiny stuffs his duct back into her opened mouth and jets the last strains
of his hot piss directly into her stomach.



   "No more!" she groans around him, "please!!!" she bawls into Tiny's
crotch.

   Tiny simply raises his hand, and with a disarming smile lays the back of
his hand across her face.  The white noise crashes into her mind again.

   Loli's attention fades back with the rhythmic pounding in her rear; her
face, dropped back to the floor; is dragging back and forth in the puddle
of her own slime.  She is facing towards her best friend again, and the
line of boys queuing up to have their fun.  She wants to yell out, but the
pain in her razed throat is too severe, even breathing is too much, so she
forces herself to watch, hoping for a sign of life.

   Dean; having disregarded her skirt, has stuck four fingers into Loli's'
cunt and taken a firm hand-hold inside her pelvis, to guide the debilitated
arse-hole onto his cock.  Loli senses her gut bloating, and clenches her
lower muscles, despite the pain, to push whatever is inside her out.  Her
sign of life is rewarded by Dean; who immediately wrenches the rest of his
hand into the wound between her legs and seeks out his steely rape-stick
through the thin veil of skin between her rectum and vagina.  Of course;
this should only have been a matter of pushing his opened palm down and
grasping the first thing he finds that does not belong inside the anus of a
twelve year old girl; however, Dean is doing his best to hold off infecting
her with his cum as long as his cock can withstand.  So, in reaching inside
her he has proceeded to take hold of any soft protrusion he can find, then
torturing it till he feels like moving to the next piece.  Her cervix is
the obvious first target of his unsympathetic clutch; it is big, soft and
obvious to his fingers; which quickly wrap around and strangle the
swollen-nub with unwarranted hatred.

   Loli's body jolts violently off the ground and falls with the loud thud
that could only be a child's head dropping onto hardwood.  Her swollen and
bloodshot eyes throw white hot bolts of loathing at Dean, while her
bleeding throat gargles hysterically, spattering blood on her chin and
cheeks.  The stud can only think to pull on her cervix and bury himself
back into her rear; which he does with aplomb, stretching the little thing
till it almost pulls out past her labia.  He holds it like a vice and
repeatedly rips on it, not entering her with the force he would have by
gripping her non-existent hips, but the agony flowing out of the tortured
little girl is more than compensation for him.  Again and again he tugs the
black and blue pink-bit from its roots, her lithe frame jolting in horror
with every motion until her eyes roll back to hide her soul from his
maniacal gaze.

   He releases the now throbbing handful of vagina and hunts for a new
submission-hold to subject her to.  To his dismay, he can only find his
see-sawing cock, and the mucosal folds inside her fuck-tract which he claws
at for a time, but he wants more, much, much more.  He rests himself in her
ass while he prepares Loli, first whipping his fist out of her, warranting
a flutter of comprehension from the angelic; albeit, fuck-soaked visage. 
Then, flicking a web of slimy strings from his fingers to her face.  Her
eyes flick drowsily as she turns her view to look up at Dean, he smiles
lovingly into her eyes, she has to double take this; she thinks she can see
genuine care there; of course the ponding 10 inch cock sawing her bleeding
arse ring open, suggests otherwise.

   As the steam train in her arse chugs back to life again, Loli drops her
face to its side; she cannot bear to look at what Dean is about to do;
experience has told her to expect something "not nice".  With her cheek
settled back into the puddle on the floor, Loli watches Mae.  Mae, on the
other hand, cannot watch a thing, as her eye sockets have since congealed;
solid with blood, cum and Loli's' faecal matter.  So her rake thin friend
just lays there twitching, while a rotating queue of horny school boys
unload their sticky goop into her lacerated schism.

   Loli is distracted by a creeping whistle, like a steam kettle, slowly;
almost imperceptibly, growing louder.  White noise is banking up all around
her, surrounding her on all sides, grown from a whistle to air brakes on a
lorry; until, soon she feels like a steam train is setting down inside her
skull.  She cannot hear her own thoughts; nor see in front of her for the
blinding intensity of this screaming wave enveloping her.  Eventually
though, like hitting the ground from a 100 meter freefall; the wave breaks
on her and she knows what the sound is, she can feel fresh blood, as the
lesions in her gullet have cracked open; her gasping for breath and the
excruciating hellfire in her gut tell an all to familiar story.  A new
torment, horror, humiliation, she knows what to expect; an avalanche of
endorphins like the one she just had does not come cheap; nor does it last
long.  Before she can crack her own skull against the floor; she is seized
by the full agony of Deans fingers plying her cervix open, with each digit
that is twisted and forced through the tiniest of the girls apertures, she
feels as though her body is sawn apart by a rough hewn log.  He can squeeze
two fingers in there now, savouring the tacit tearing around his fingers;
her vaginas structural integrity is in his hands, and he has no qualms at
systematically ruining it.  He hooks the two fingers already in her oven
for grip and forcefully works the hole; tearing it enough to give his four
fingers a hold, and squeezes; like a game show buzzer, he just need to
press the right button and the child jumps, dances and coughs blood for his
amusement.  Too much amusement it seems, in all his amusement he has
forgotten about his pummelling of her rear.  The realisation is enough for
him to forget his games and ride the preteen missy all the way home.

   She knows his every movement, every wriggle of the four fingers in her
womb, bracing the tiny frame that, she faintly remembers, once belonged to
her.  He wages war on her bowels with an over engorged cock, voraciously
rubbing himself through the thinning membrane of her uterus as it swells in
response.  Pound after bruising pound bashes her limp skull against the
floor, her sobs shudder in her throat, too weak to make themselves known.
She retreats back into her mind, with eyes fixed in the distance, and her
ass fixed on Deans Fuckstick.  He picks up his pace for the run home,
literally splashing her juice high up onto his abdomen with each push, it
streaks red down his heaving body.  The slapping of him against her-echoes
around the halls, her squeals follow suit when he wraps the fingers inside
her around his cock, lunges forward burying himself to the hilt and jerks
wave after wave of cum into her.

   The feel of his filth flowing into her, curls her toes, and the force on
her body jerks her legs back, so her little baby doll shoes are flicked
across the stage, coming to rest with a weak clatter; leaving her slime
soaked socks sitting tight around her knees, remaining otherwise oblivious
to her torment.  Dean doesn't even notice; as he is too busy laying the
latest coat of lacquer onto her already heavily glazed insides.  With a
last indignant push, his balls squeeze their final drops, to pool with the
rest.  With the salted soup lazily seeping out of her, Dean slowly slides
back and giggles at the bleeding, gaping and bruised passage facing him. 
He shakes a hanging string onto her buttock and kicks her over onto her
side; she instinctively curls into a foetal position and cries.  Her
shuddering body is nothing more than a living, breathing, dripping and
crying vagina.  Unfortunately; it is all much too real for the cunt in
question, but, she cannot let go, she cannot stop fighting; it is her
pride, her arrogance, her mother's sense of self worth ensuring your
daughter will stomach every last humiliation that this day brings to her.