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 The Point: Jill's Cum Filled Day, part 1 (M?g, rape, ped)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: Jill, now a ten year old kiddie-porn superstar wakes up in an
alley...



   THE ALLEY

   "Are you okay?" I heard a strange voice behind me saying.  Opening my
eyes, I found myself looking down at dirty pavement...glancing around I
came to realize I was lying face-down in the alley behind McStagger's (the
bar where I had been celebrating the night before).  Once again I heard the
strange voice say "are you okay?"

   I rolled over onto my back to see an absolutely gorgeous fairly well
muscled teenage boy with short-ish blond hair and piercingly bright blue
eyes looking down at me.  "Yeah..." I replied despite feeling like shit: I
had a hangover, needed a cigarette, and really wanted to do a line.  I
reached out my hand, amazingly he took it: helping me to my feet.  By the
time my feet were under me, my pants fell to the dirty pavement of the
alley; looking at them I noticed the front seem had been cut all the way up
the left leg to the waistband, and halfway across the front.  It was a
`rape cut:' something I was all too familiar with.  Thankfully though,
whoever'd done it hadn't cut me...  My panties were gone, but at least this
time the guy hadn't taken my shoes.  (Walking home barefoot last time was a
nightmare: my feet were not only filthy, but bleeding in several places
from things I had be unable to avoid stepping on.)

   "Ah...wha..." the boy stuttered.

   Reaching down with my left hand, I felt my ten-year-old pussy: it was
swollen and dripping white goo...nothing unusual there, "Hmm, looks like I
was raped again..." I commented more to myself than anyone else, but aloud
nonetheless.  The look on the boy's face was priceless: he appeared to be
both in awe and shocked at the same time...  Deciding to have a little fun
with him, "Did you rape me?" I accused, pointing at him.

   The look of pure and complete fear racked his face, "No!  No, I swear
..."

   Flipping him off in my mind I commented, "Not raping a girl when you
have the chance: that's pathetic.  What are you a virgin or something?"

   "Of course I'm a virgin: I'm only fifteen." He adamantly replied.

   "Oh, yeah..." I snickered, "Why don't you let me take care of that for
you...?"

   "Take care of what?" he asked.

   "Never mind." I said in near dis-belief.

   "You want me to call the police..." he changed the subject back to my
having been raped.

   I rolled my eyes, "Why bother: they won't show up...besides it was my
fault for passin' out on the street..." Now he looked horrified, "You're
new to `the point,' right?" He nodded.  Deciding to take pity on this piece
of `new meat,' I pointed at myself, "Jill."

   "Shawn," he responded.

   He actually seemed like a decent guy, and we don't get many of those
here in `the point'...  Thinking about it for a moment I decided I should
get my claws in him before somebody else did, "Where you staying?"

   "Nowhere, I guess...just got here half an hour ago."

   "That's no good: you sleep outside you'll get raped," I bluntly informed
him.  I paused for second, as if in thought, before offering, "You could
stay at my place..."

   "Ah...well thanks," he commented, before reality hit him, "wait; how
much'll that cost me?  `cause I don't have much money..."

   `This is too perfect,' I thought to myself, as I scrunched up my face to
give him the impression that I was sizing him up.  "We'll work something
out," I answered.

   "Uhm, okay," he replied in a pensive tone.

   I needed a cigarette, bad.  "You have a cigarette?" I asked.
"No: I don't smoke."

   `You will soon enough,' I thought while glancing around the alley. 
Shit: I didn't see my bag anywhere, "Did you see my bag?"

   He was still half in shock as he answered, "Uhm...no: what color is your
purse?"

   I couldn't help but chuckle, "Purse...  I don't go around tryin' to get
mugged: it's a white plastic grocery store bag with my name written on it."
We both looked around for a minute or so; of course anything white would
have stuck-out like a sore thumb in that dirty alley...  "Maybe I left it
at McStagger's..." I pondered aloud.

   "McStagger's?"

   "Yeah, the bar I was celebrating at last night..." knowing he was going
to ask what I had been celebrating I elaborated, "...my latest movie:
`Poke-a-hot-ass,' sold 9,786 copies in its first week.  It's a record for
one of Mr.  Petersen's films." I said proudly.  At the moment I was his
biggest star.  Although I knew that I only still had at best two years left
with him: soon I'd be too old for his customers...

   "Pocahontas is a cartoon..." he commented as I began leading him out of
the alley.

   "No, I said `Poke-A-Hot-Ass...'" seeing the bewildered look on his face
I explained, "it's a sex movie...a bunch of guys poke me in the ass..."
   "Oh," he mused, the bewildered look still on his face.