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Usual disclaimers about this being a work of imagination, with no
relationship to real people or events.

If you're not interested in incomplete stories, thanks for reading
so far and goodbye. This is as much as my muse thrust into my head
overnight - I've committed it to bits and bytes and I'm awaiting
further inspiration.

I've had enormous fun writing this story so far. It's chock full of
stereotypes and trivialises all sorts of things like child rape,
violence and incest.

Please drop me a line if you want more. Enough prods and I won't be
able to resist.

All feedback welcome. After all, if you're reading this, it's
probably in your interests to help me become a better author.

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Susie the Superhero {Riv Yavtry} (MMg, rape, mg inc, violence) (WIP)

*** Chapter 1 (547 words) ***

I'm in the middle of an amazing dream. I'm at the cinema on a first
date with Greg, the tall, blond star of the school soccer team. The
film is a soppy romance, my choice, but he is enjoying it anyway
because he's with me. He has his arm around me, and during a
particularly romantic bit, he pulls me towards him.

"I love you Susie, and I have done from the first time I saw you,"
he whispers, his lips angling towards mine.....

Brrring, brrring, brrring, brrring.

I reach out groggily and switch off the alarm. Like Greg would ever
take a second look at me, let alone go out on a date!

Saturday. A day for staying in bed late, then going into town with
my friends to look at all the pretty things my meagre pocket money
can't afford, to hang around making sarcy comments about the talent,
just as the boys like to hang around making sarcy remarks about us.

But not this Saturday. Mum has volunteered me to help at the church
fete. I don't even go to church but mum insisted, telling me it will
be good for my conscience to help others for a change. It's so
unfair, Robbie my brother doesn't have to go, but mum points out that
Robbie helped last year.

A bit about Robbie; he's fourteen, two years older than me, and not
bad looking. Sometimes he's my best friend in the whole world,
sticking up for me and giving me a shoulder to cry on. Other times
he's an obnoxious creep, trying to catch glimpses of me naked, or
trying to look up my dress in case I'm not wearing any panties.

Still half asleep, I make my way along the corridor to the bathroom.
Fortunately it's empty. Today was bad enough already without having
to wait for hours for Robbie to finish in there. They joke about
women taking a long time in the bathroom, but they've never met
Robbie.

I go in the bathroom and pull my nightie off, ready to get in the
shower. Then I scream.

Mum has warned me about periods, their purpose and how to live with
them, but somehow all that counts for nothing when I see the red
stain on the gusset of my panties.

Just my luck, first through the door is Robbie. He just stands there
grinning, and ogling my goose-bumps, as I call them. I raise my hands
to my chest to cover them but too late, he's already had a good long
leer.

Then mum arrives and shoos him out. She sees the red stain and hugs
me, dries my tears away and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Susie, you're a woman now."

She helps me clean up then helps me insert a mini-tampon.

"Does this mean I can stay home today?" I ask, tentatively.

"Susie, I'm ashamed of you. Periods are nothing to be afraid of. You
have to show them who's boss and not let them dominate your life."

Mum even makes me wear a dress. The first day of my first period and
I'm terrified that something will leak out, or the thing inside me
will fall out, and she makes me wear a dress!

*** Chapter 2 (428 words) ***

So here I am, on my way to the local church, really pissed off with
life in general. At least it isn't raining. Mum's taking some cakes
for the cake stand and she'll be along later.

Ahead I see Mrs Dawson, a sweet little old lady, walking her poodle.
Most little old ladies are mean and grumpy and hate kids, but Mrs
Dawson's nice, she always has a smile and a nice word for me,
although I really wish she wouldn't ruffle my hair. 

As she walks past a passageway between two houses, a boy wearing a
blue hooded fleece emerges and snatches at her handbag. In the
ensuing struggle Mrs Dawson falls over and relinquishes her grip. The
boy starts to run away with his booty.

Now I'm really, really pissed off.

"Hey you," I shout, and set off in pursuit.

Now that was a very silly thing to do. The boy has a twenty yard
headstart, a foot advantage in height and must be more than twice my
weight. I have no idea what I'm hoping to accomplish.

Suddenly I've caught up with him and I see the look of astonishment
on his face, probably mirroring the equal astonishment on my face. I
give him a gentle push and he flies up in the air and clean over a
six foot brick wall, fortunately dropping the handbag in the process.

I take the handbag back to Mrs Dawson. She's on her feet again and
seems unharmed, although a bit shaken. I give her back the handbag.
She ruffles my hair.

"Thank you my dear. It's a pity you're not faster on your feet,
you'd never have caught him. It's a good thing he tripped when
jumping that wall."

I'm shocked. Didn't she see me catch up with the hoodie and push him?

Too gobsmacked to argue, I continue on my way to the church. I feel
strangely weak and want to return home but I know I'll be in deep
trouble with mum if I don't go to the fete.

I have to cross the park because the church is on the other side. I
feel my legs go all wobbly. I can hardly stand, let alone walk. What
is wrong with me? I don't want anyone to see me like this so I
stagger, then crawl, into a clump of bushes. My strength gives out
completely and I just lie there helplessly, half of me wanting
someone to find me and help, the other half wanting me to be left
alone in this debilitated state. 

*** Chapter 3 (955 words) ***

Some time later I hear voices. Two scruffy-looking men, probably in
their early twenties, emerge into the middle of the clump of bushes.
They're smoking some odd looking cigarettes giving off a strange
herbal scent. The men are talking funny too.

"Hey man, this is some good shit." The man is wearing a grey t-
shirt, although it probably started as white.

"Yeah man, it's the best." Blue t-shirt.

"I love you, man."

"Man, I love you too."

Then they notice me lying there.

"Hey little lady, you want some shit?" asks grey t-shirt, holding
out his ciggy.

I'm unable to move or answer. This annoys the man who asked the
question.

"Then fuck you!" he says, aggressively.

"Hey, why not?" That was blue t-shirt.

"Why not what?"

"Fuck her. She doesn't look like she'll mind."

"She's only a kid."

"Let's have a look at her anyway."

Blue t-shirt pushes my dress up over my hips, exposing my panties.
He sticks his thumbs in the waistband and tugs my panties down my
legs then over my ankles and off.

"Well lookey here," says blue t-shirt. He's seen the string from my
mini tampon. He tugs it and the tampon slides out. It was clean white
when mum helped me insert it, now it's pinkish. 

"Proves she's old enough," continues blue t-shirt, tossing the
soiled mini-tampon into the bushes. 

"But she's on the rag," objects grey t-shirt

"I've got rubbers." Then blue t-shirt turns back to me. "You don't
mind, do you?" he asks.

I'm completely helpless. I find I can move my eyelids. What's the
code for quadriplegics, one blink for yes, two for no, or is it the
other way round? I blink my eyes twice and hope they understand.

"Well lookey," says blue t-shirt, "She's fluttering her eyelashes at
me. She really wants it."

Blue t-shirt fishes out his cock. It looks enormous, surrounded by
coarse, crinkly black hair. He tears a foil pack and puts a rubber on
his cock, then forces it inside me. The day keeps getting worse and
worse. I definitely didn't want to lose my virginity like this.

The rubber is lubricated but not enough and I'm not aroused and it
really, really hurts. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I feel
my eyes getting moist and I realise I'm crying. I feel my internal
organs get bruised as they're bullied out of the way to accommodate
the huge cock.

"Hey man, this is great. She's really tight inside."

The man pistons in and out. Strangely the pain seems to fade and I
feel a warm glow from my pussy. Surely I'm not enjoying this, I don't
want to enjoy it! The glow seems to spread through my body and
revitalise it. I also feel a strange tension growing in my pussy as
though something really good might be about to happen.

Suddenly blue t-shirt grunts and thrusts his cock in as far as it
will go, and I feel it jerking and spasming inside me. He pulls out,
and I feel a strange sense of loss. He peels off the condom and I see
the pool of creamy sperm at the end. He ties the condom in a knot
then tosses it in the bushes.

My weak feeling has gone. Surreptiously I try to bend a finger and
it responds. I'm back! However I decide to continue to lie supine,
wondering how much stronger I'll get if I'm raped a second time. Also
I want to see if the strange tension comes back.

Grey t-shirt fishes out his cock. It's big, again surrounded by
coarse, crinkly hair, but doesn't seem quite so enormous as his
friend's. Blue t-shirt gives him a foil packet and he takes out the
condom and peels it over his cock.

Grey t-shirt pushes his cock inside me and it doesn't hurt so much
this time. In fact it feels rather nice. Grey t-shirt takes his time
and I feel the glow again. The tension slowly builds to a crescendo
me as grey t-shirt fucks me slowly and deliberately then suddenly it
bursts and I feel my pussy spasm round grey t-shirts cock. I realise
what's happening; I'm having my first ever orgasm! As the result of
rape! Grey t-shirt starts fucking me hard and fast and a short time
later his cock is throbbing and jerking inside me.

Grey t-shirt pulls out, peels off the sperm-filled condom, knots it
and tosses it in the bushes.

"That was great man, she orgasmed on me," says grey t-shirt.

"No way!" says blue t-shirt, obviously not believing him.

I'm now fully invigorated and raring for action. I jump to my feet,
execute a spin and kick blue t-shirt's knee. I hear a satisfying
crunch as it shatters. Blue t-shirt lies screaming on the ground.

Grey t-shirt makes a reach for me. He wasn't so nasty to me so I'm
easier on him. I grab his arm, and give it a gentle tug until I hear
the 'pop' as it leaves its socket.

I grab my panties and make a fast getaway, heading for the park's
public restrooms. In the mirror I see what a mess I look, all
dishevelled and with grass stains on my dress.  I insert one of the
spare mini-tampons I have with me and put the panties back on.

I get to the church two hours late. Mum's already there and hits the
roof. I tell her I was attacked in the park but she thinks I'm lying
and I was playing with my friends. I'm grounded for a month, no trips
out with my friends at the weekend and no pocket money. Could the day
possibly have been worse?

*** Chapter 4 (479 words) ***

Moping in my bedroom that evening, I reflect on the day's strange
events. How have I suddenly got superhero powers? How did I know to
execute a spin-kick? Why did I go all weak until I was raped? Why
didn't I go weak again after taking my revenge on the rapists?

Next morning I at last have the luxury of a lie-in. My mini-tampon
is stained with pink but it didn't leak as my panties are still
clean. At least that's one thing I seem to be coping with.

Mum's already out at church and she stays afterwards to help lay on
Sunday lunch for the local old folks so she's out of my hair. Not
quite though, because when I get to the kitchen for breakfast there's
a note ordering me to go to the local shop for some milk. It's not
fair, why doesn't she ask Robbie to do it? I haven't seen or heard
Robbie so either he's still in bed or he's out with his BMX bikes.
He's really good at BMX and takes part in competitions, and he spends
hours cleaning and painting the bikes in preparation.

The shop is run by Mr Patel. He comes from India and he speaks with
a funny accent. The shop always seems to be open and he's always in
it, although sometimes his wife helps him too. Mr Patel's nice, and
sometimes gives me an extra sweet or two.

When I get to the shop I see there's a large man inside wearing a
balaclava over his head. He's pointing something at Mr Patel and
shouting at him to 'hand over the money'.

I rush into the shop. A quick karate chop shatters the man's wrist
and he drops the gun, a jab to the head and he's out cold. Mr Patel
calls the police, and with the robber still on the premises they
arrive quickly.

"It was Susie here," said Mr Patel, beaming at me. "She can be so
clumsy sometimes. She opened the door without looking and sent the
man flying."

I was gobsmacked again. How could Mr Patel not have seen what
happened? How could a shove from a glass door be violent enough to
render a man unconscious and yet the door didn't break or even suffer
a scratch in the process?

I pay for the milk and leave. Suddenly I realise I'm in trouble, I'm
getting weaker and weaker. I somehow manage to make it home before my
legs give out. Robbie isn't there. I scribble a note to him: 'Please
Robbie, I really, really need a fuck, explain later. Susie." I manage
to crawl upstairs and slide the note under Robbie's bedroom door then
crawl into my own room. I try to get onto my bed but my strength has
gone; all I can do is lie helplessly on the floor.

*** Chapter 5 (1109 words) ***

Some time later I hear Robbie come in. I hear him moving about in
the kitchen and then the kettle boiling as he makes himself a drink.
I pray that he comes upstairs to his room and reads the note. Usually
the loud 'clump', 'clump', 'clump' as he comes upstairs annoys me;
this time it causes feelings of intense relief until I hear him going
into the bathroom. I hear the tinkle of water into the toilet as he
has a pee, then the toilet is flushed. Robbie doesn't wash his hands,
another annoying habit, but if it means he gets to his room a few
seconds faster I don't care. I listen intensely as he leaves the
bathroom. Which way will he go, back downstairs or into his room? I
hold my breath and hope. 'Clump', 'clump', 'clump' along the
corridor; he's going to his room. Relief washes over me again. I hear
his door opening and I pray he sees the note.

"Hey guys, that's not funny, I'll get you for this!"

Robbie thinks his friends are playing a prank on him. My hopes are
dashed as Robbie rushes out of his room and races downstairs. I hear
him go into every room, trying to find the hiding place of the so-
called friend who left the note. Finding the downstairs empty, he
trudges back up to his room again. I hear him pause outside his room,
then the steps resume and he comes towards my room. Yes, I'm saved!

Robbie opens the door and sees me lying on the floor.

"Jesus, Susie, what's wrong?"

I can't speak so I just lie there. Robbie lifts one of my wrists and
places a finger on it. He is feeling my pulse. Satisfied that I'm
still alive he drops the wrist and it hits the floor with a dull
thud. He sees my eyes are open and, leaning over me he looks into my
eyes.

"What's wrong, Susie?"

I can't answer him.

"Shall I call a doctor?"

I try to shake my head, but I can't move it. However I can move my
eyeballs so I move them first left then right then left again in
imitation of a head shake. Robbie catches on quickly.

"So you don't want a doctor?" he asks for confirmation.

Up and down and up again.

"Has someone drugged you?" 

Left and right and left.

"What should I do?"

I just lie there, unable to answer, unable to think of a suitable
signal with my eyes. Slowly it dawns on Robbie.

"You really want me to fuck you?"

Up and down and up and down and up and down.

"Shit, you're my sister. It's not right."

He doesn't have any such qualms about seeing me naked! Up and down
and up and down and up and down. Robbie gets the message.

He gently lifts me up onto the bed and undresses me. Previously I'd
have killed him if he tried anything like this, but now he's my only
hope.

Off comes the t-shirt over my head, mussing my hair. I feel Robbie's
eyes staring at my little goosebumps. What's the big deal, he got an
eyeful yesterday. He leans forward and kisses them, then gently
teases my nipples with his tongue. Wow, that's  really nice, and I
feel the warm restorative glow start.

Robbie pulls off my jeans then panties. He has a long stare at my
pussy; this is new territory for him. Then he notices the string of
my mini-tampon.

"Jesus, Susie, I didn't know. My little sister is all grown up."

He tugs the tampon out, noticing the pink stains, and chucks it in
the wastebin. I'll have to fish it out and flush it later.

Now Robbie strips. He's got a nice body. His cock is already hard,
and mercifully it's smaller than the cocks of the men who raped me.
Actually I find myself thinking it looks rather nice. He's got a
sparse thatch of pubic hair round his cock, but not as coarse and
crinkly as the rapists.

I'm shocked at the way Robbie makes love to me. He kisses me
tenderly all over, apart from down there of course and even I
wouldn't want to kiss me down there while I'm having a period. I can
feel myself get wetter and wetter down below as he plays with my
breasts and nipples, then strokes my pussy gently, seeking out and
teasing my clit. How on earth did Robbie learn skills like this? I
didn't even know he had a girlfriend. I was seeing a side to Robbie
I'd never even dreamt of.

Robbie conjures up a foil packet from somewhere, rips it open and
peels the latex over his cock. Jesus, Robbie even has his own supply
of condoms! With his cock poised at the entrance to my pussy he stops.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Up and down and up and down and up and down until I make myself
dizzy and my eyeballs hurt.

I'm so ready that Robbie's cock slides in easily. He fucks me
slowly, then speeds up, then slows down again. Robbie really knows
what he's doing. I feel the warm glow build and suffuse throughout my
body, and an orgasm builds inside me. Robbie seems to know this and
switches to fucking me hard and fast.

"Yes, yes, yes," I scream as my orgasm breaks, and Robbie's follows
shortly after.

"Jesus sis, you scared me. And you can speak now. What's with that?"

In post orgasmic reverie I cuddle my brother and explain everything,
including my superhuman powers and how they leave me weak and
helpless, the rapes in the park and how they revitalised me, and how
the people I'd helped put everything down to other causes. It's so
far fetched I'm surprised that Robbie doesn't laugh in my face, but
he cuddles me gently and strokes me then kisses me on the forehead.

"How did you get to be so great at sex?" I ask him.

Before he can answer we hear the door slam downstairs. Mum's home.
There's a frantic flurry as we get dressed. Robbie flees to his room.
I grab the soiled tampon from my wastebin and head for the bathroom
where I flush it and insert a replacement.

"Susie, are you still in bed?" I hear mum shout.

"No mum, I got the milk."

At least I'd done something right in her eyes, or so I thought.

"Too bad you couldn't be bothered to put in the fridge."

Oh shit, I'd been too preoccupied with other matters. That got me
another rollicking.

*** Chapter 6 (458 words) ***

The next few days things gradually return to a degree of normalcy.
How can I explain to my friends what was so heinous that I'm grounded
at weekends for a month? I certainly can't tell them about superhero
powers and rapes in the park. In the end I settle for something lame
about my mum's mood swings as though it's not my fault at all, which
in a way it isn't.

Robbie is friendly but distant. I think he's seriously weirded out
by having sex with his little sister. I badly want to talk to him
again but we never get the chance because when we're home together
there always seems to be someone around, either mum or Robbie's
friends. 

My period is over by Tuesday, so I no longer have to go around with
anything stuck inside me. Mum says they're erratic at first so I
might not get another one for months. On the other hand, that
probably means waking up with bloodstained panties again because I
won't know when it's about to start.

On Fridays we get out of school early. It's a nice day so my friends
and I head for the park, anxious for some time together before my
weekend curfew. The kiosk is open so we have ice-creams then sit in
the sun. Eventually it's time for us to head home, so we all split up
and go our separate ways.

Near the exit I need there's a circle of Asian boys. There's a
menacing air about them as if they're up to no good. Most passers-by
lower their heads as if that makes them invisible, then scurry past,
grateful not to get involved. But I'm a superhero, so I have to
investigate, right?

There's a young boy in the middle of the circle. He's wearing an
ipod. Who was stupid enough to give a boy that age an ipod and let
him wear it in public! The Asians are menacing him with knives. The
boy, crying now, unhooks the ipod and hands it over to the ringleader.

The comic books would say things like 'blam', 'splat' and 'ker-pow'
and that's not a bad description. The Asians youths are all lying on
the ground, writhing and crying in pain. I hand the ipod back to the
young boy.

"Gee thanks. It's lucky the freak whirlwind missed you or you'd have
been hurt too."

Harrumph! Annoyed at the lack of recognition I stomp off. Only I'm
not stomping very hard. Uh oh, I know what's coming.

I manage to get home. Mum's not around, but unfortunately neither is
Robbie. I climb the stairs and stagger towards my room. I hear voices
from Robbie's room. Oh no, he's got his BMX mates with him.

*** Chapter 7 (435 words) ***

I prop myself up on my door frame.

"Robbie, can you spare a minute," I call out, plaintively.

"Not now sis, can't it wait a bit? We're doing something."

"Please, it's important."

I hear sniggers from Robbie's room, then I hear him explaining that
I've got a 'medical condition'.

I manage to get into my room and lean over my bed, trying to crawl
onto it, but my strength is ebbing fast. Robbie comes into my room
and realises my predicament.

"Jesus sis, what was it this time?"

"A gang of Asians. They were mugging a kid," I just about manage to
gasp before my voice gives out.

"Jesus, this will have to be quick."

Robbie flips my school skirt over my hips then yanks my panties down
to my knees. He unzips and takes out his cock, then rubs it till it's
hard. He puts on a condom and thrusts straight into me without
preamble. It hurts because there's little lubrication and I'm not
aroused. He fucks me hard and fast. I'm getting little pleasure from
this loveless act but I feel the warm revitalising glow start from my
pussy and spread over my body. Robbie's cock throbs and jerks inside
me as he orgasms.

"Hey Robbie, are you giving her a good seeing to?" comes a catcall
from outside my bedroom door.

"Chill out guys, this is my sister. Do you think I'm having fun
here?" calls back Robbie.

"Thanks Robbie, I owe you," I whisper gratefully.

"That's okay sis. I'll get rid of these jerks then we can talk," he
whispers back.

I pull my panties back up and Robbie pulls off the condom and zips
up. He can't take the used condom with him so he gives it to me, then
goes back to join his friends.

I try to sniff the contents of the condom but all I can smell is the
latex. I dip my finger in the little pool of creamy stuff at the
bottom and hold it to my tongue. It's a bit salty and a bit tart but
not really unpleasant. I giggle as I wonder what Robbie would think
if he caught me sampling his sperm. I knot the condom as the rapists
had done then head for the bathroom. I drop the condom in the toilet,
pee, wipe myself then flush. To my horror the condom stays floating
in the bowl, I sealed in air in when I knotted it. I end up having to
fish out the condom, unknot it, then chuck it back in. Gross! This
time it sinks and flushes away.

(to be continued?)



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