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(M/f-teen, ped, nc, rp) *** Chapter 10 Emma thought back to the paperboy. He had been cute, a bit young perhaps, she thinks he was about twelve, maybe? But he had shown gentlemanly manners when he had walked her back home. Also he hadn't been rough with her when he had fucked her against the wall of her house, most of the men usually were. "And he thanked me! Cumming in me is all most of them care about," she thought to herself. She knew that her language and manner had become increasingly course of late. It was difficult not to be influenced by those you associated with, your peer group. And Emma's peer group had become a particular sordid one. All the people she hung around with were guys, all of them. There wasn't one female role model except her mum, and she was unaware that her young, sweet and precious little daughter had become the local slut; Willing to drop her knickers and spread her legs for anyone who asked. She had no idea how many boys, and men, had unloaded their balls in her. ------- It was a mild evening as Emma walked across the playing fields looking for her usual gang. She had dressed as normal, but considering the weather she didn't have on her big coat, just a navy blue skirt and a tan coloured T-shirt, oddly for Emma she also wore bra and knickers. As she hadn't been around for a while she seemed to have lost track of where the boys hung out. They were often moved on if they were found hanging around one place to long, groups of lads were generally unwelcome in most places. She had tried the usual one's but with no luck. She wondered across to the kiddies play area, she didn't think they would be there but it was worth a look. A quick walk around the climbing frame and roundabout brought her to the slide. There where bench seats under the slide that she hadn't noticed before. She felt strange being here, she tried to remember when she had last been here before but wasn't sure, it was almost as if she had dreamt it. Emma stepped under the slide and sat on one of the wooden benches. She felt odd, light headed as though daydreaming. She closes her eyes then snap then open instantly as she felt a hand touch her crotch. There was no-one around. Closing her eyes again, she leans back and then slides slowly along the back rest until she's led flat on her back on the bench seat. Emma has one leg on the seat, bent at the knee and the other on the floor, causing her skirt to raise to her upper thigh. She seemed to remember being here before. With her eyes shut she almost had it, it was just there ... out of reach. She had the feeling again that something was touching her but she ignored it. She looked further in to her memory. ------- As Emma tried to recall her repressed memories, her right hand had slid down her body to her waist, and had bunched up the material of her skirt in her fist so that her white knickers where visible. Her mind seemed to become detached from her body, her mind currently in the present, was trying to remember what her body had felt in the past. Her hand slid under the waistband of her underwear. Her movements where slow at first, her hand sliding up and down in her knickers, gently brushing her soft pubic hair, then pausing before almost brutally she pushed two of her fingers in to her moist pussy. Her hips rose to meet it and a small moan escaped her. Emma's left hand had pulled up the front of her T-shirt and lifted the front of her bra over her breasts. Her nipples instantly hard as they were exposed to the air. Her hand moved to her right breast and began to squeeze and kneed it, pinching the nipple between her fingers. ------- It was no use she couldn't remember, she thinks it was something to do with Ian, her old boyfriend. Maybe they had come here one night, first kiss or something, she thinks they may have gone to a disco? But it was no use, her mind was blank. She felt nice lying here: calm, restful. She allowed herself to drift in to a dream world, trying to find the memories she felt were just within reach. ------- Emma was masturbating furiously, she had three fingers of her right hand in her wet cunt, her lips tight and wet around her fingers. The thin material of her white knickers pulled tight across her spread legs was rising and falling with the motion of her hand as she frigged herself. Her breasts were red and wet with her own spit as she licked her fingers and then rubbed her breasts alternately. She was moaning loudly, her hips bucking to meet the trusts of her hand. She was close to cumming, both hands where now in her knickers - wanking herself to a frenzy. Her left leg was raised up on the seatback, her right foot on the floor, legs spread wide. Her small bare breasts pushed together by her arms which formed a V down to her crotch, her nipples now hard due to her spit cooling as it dried on her skin. She continued to wank herself mercilessly. Emma cried out as she orgasmed, her hips bucking as her cunt spasmmed, her whole body convulsed as it was wracked with feelings of such intense pleasure, her back arched off the bench, nipples hard, cunt juices flowing, her mouth open wide in a silent scream as she orgasmed again and again over her fingers. She let out one final shuddering moan, her body relaxing, then passed out. ------- He had no fucking idea who she was but he knew what she was going to get. He stood looking down at the semi- naked young girl. She lay on her back, both hands still down the front of her knickers, her breasts bare to the cool air. Her breathing was slow and regular, she slept deeply. He had been coming to the park to shoot-up for the past month, he was still high from his last hit about an hour ago, he didn't think anyone would be here at this time, well not the kiddies anyway, far to late for them, he thought. But shit, this little girl was probably still only a kid, out well past her bed-time. But fuck it, she got her legs spread like she was waiting for it, "guys have probably been pumping her all night," he thought. "Well, my turn with the bitch." He pushed his jeans down and picked up Emma's legs so that they where over his shoulders, he pulled her wet knickers up to her thighs. He positioned his semi-hard dick against her swollen lips, and pushed forward. Emma's cunt was so moist, his dick slipped all the way in to the hilt. He rocked back and forth enjoying the feeling of her tight cunt on the full length of his dick. He hadn't had sex for over six months. His girlfriend had dumped him when his habit had become two much. He had started stealing from her, and when he was high he became violent. So she had left. It wasn't long after that that he became ill. It was nothing really he told himself, just a cold, couldn't get rid of the bastard though. He started to rock faster, driving his dick in to the unconscious girl. Gaining speed, he started to pound her as he neared his climax, his balls slapped against her bare bottom. "YES, Fuck...ing... FUCK!" He lent forward, leaning all his weight on her, pushing the full length of his dick in, right to his balls. He gasped as he came, his cock throbbing as he shot his load, his infected seed being squirted deep in to Emma's unprotected womb. Six months of rejection and pent-up anger was being pumped in to the unconscious teenager. He stepped back from the girl, spent, his face sheathed in sweat. He pulled up his jeans and again looked down at Emma. She appeared to be in a deep sleep, her small breasts rose and fell with her shallow breaths, his gaze fell to between her spread legs to her glistening, cum covered bush. "Damn sweetest pussy I've ever had," he said aloud, "dumb stupid cunt." He wiped his running nose with his sleeve. He gave an evil grin as he took a thick wallet from his pocket and spread the contents on the bench. After a few minutes he was ready and it only took a second to find a suitable vein on the young girls thin arm. ------- Emma came round slowly. The whole world was spinning, but everything looked just so... so wonderful! Emma had a huge grin on her face, she couldn't remember when she had felt so happy, life really is great she thought. As she looked around she saw a man sat on the bench with her. "Hello," she said. Then burst out laughing. Excellent, he thought, play time again. The man moved close and kissed her deeply on the mouth, Emma responded immediately, tilting her head back. He pulled away slightly. "What's your name my high young friend?" "Emma," giggled Emma "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" He slowly stroked her cheek with his hand. "Well Emma, I hope your on the pill because I've just shot my load in you, it's a shame you weren't a virgin as I would have loved to have taken that." His hand slipped down and cupped her naked breast as he spoke. Emma looked down and saw that her knickers where down to her knees and her skirt bunched at her waist, her bush was dark in places as though damp. She started giggling. The man took her arms and helped her to her feet. "Come on Emma, time for a little walk, but without these I think." He bent down and removed her knickers, dropping them at then same spot she lost her virginity. "This as well I think," as he removed her bra. Emma lent against him as they walked towards town, still giggling. ----- The man wasn't taking Emma in to the middle of town, just to a house he knew on the outskirts. Even though, it was still a twenty minute walk, but with having to guide his new found, fucked up young friend, it was going to take a lot longer. Emma had difficulty walking. She saw just SOOOO much that she thought was SOOOO interesting. Emma had stopped again and was staring at the pavement with a huge grin on her face. The man put his arm around her waist and coaxed her to get moving. After half an hour of a slow pace the guy was starting to feel horny again. "Hey Emma! EMMA!" Emma looked up at the man at her side, "Mmmmmm? Oh, hi- ya" They where just passing a three sided, glazed bus stop. He paused and positioned Emma so that she was facing the glazed back wall of the stop, facing the road. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his already hard cock. He then reached down and lifted the hem of Emma's skirt until her pale arse was exposed to him. He used his knee to nudge Emma's legs apart a little, moving close so that his balls where touching her pert arse cheeks. He bent his knees, gripped his erect cock with his left hand and guided his member once again in to the drugged young girls willing pussy. He relished again the soft, sweet tightness of her cunt. God this girls gorgeous he thought, I'm gonna make a fucking fortune with her tonight. With that he quickened his pace so that his thighs again slapped against Emma's small bottom, Emma's pussy juices already coating his member, griping him tight. The first car that passed were an elderly couple. The woman actually did a double take as they saw Emma being shafted against the clear glazed wall of the bus stop. The second car slowed right down, and two men watched the young girl being fucked for a few minutes. The next vehicle was a bus travelling in the opposite direction and stopped on the other side of the road. Emma had her hands and forearms against the cool safety glass with her new best friend behind her stuffing his fat cock between her legs. God she felt happy. Emma had a big smile on her face as she opened her eyes and saw the fifteen faces on the bus looking back at her. She started giggling. The man was about to climax when he saw the bus pull- up, he slipped his hands around Emma's waist, took hold of the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it so that her small, firm, pale breasts where visible. He then leant in to her so that her tits pushed against the cool, clear wall. Emma's nipples reacted and where instantly hard, with his increased thrusts, they seemed to move up and down the glass wall. The man pulled Emma's hair away from her face, bunching it in his hand so that her face was clear to see and pointed to the people watching on the bus and whispered in Emma's ear. Emma started grinning as she raised her hand and waved as the man really started to pound her. There were gasps from the people on the bus as they watched as the man obviously climaxed in the young girl, her breasts were visible against the glass, they could see her bush framed between pale legs, and they were staring her right in the face as the man came in her. The bus had just started moving as the man bent his legs and they watched as his obviously unprotected cock withdrew from her pussy. Emma's mum felt faint, her legs had started to tremble. She had recognized her instantly of course, she had the perfect vantage point from the bus. Her daughter, her precious little daughter Emma. She closed her eyes and in her minds eye saw a bulbous, cum covered penis withdraw from between her daughter's legs. She opened her bag and fumbled for her phone. ------- The next needle was barely out of her arm as the next cock entered her. She was on her back on an old mattress in a small terrace that had been abandoned years ago. The men were being charged five pounds a go at the fourteen-year-old slut, legs spread ready for the next one. The men had been coming all night, literally. The house was known to every drugged out smack-head in the area and they regularly came to buy their next fix. The girl was just an extra. The man looked through the money he had made so far, shit he must have a couple hundred he thought. He looked down at another man between Emma's legs. She was completely out of it, she had to have been. The stupid slut had had half the town in her, shooting their cum up her cunt as a hit was shot in her arm. He had come in to the room a hour ago and some black kid had been shoving a bottle up her. He had stopped that of course, didn't want to damage the merchandise, but he was impressed how much of it had gone up her. The black kid had pulled the bottle out and thrown it against the wall were it smashed, the jagged base landing upright. He had then used her hair to masturbate, shooting his load and combing it through her hair as though it was shampoo, then left. Weird kid that, he thought. He took an old rag and began to wipe some of the cum off Emma's chest and stomach, he flicked away a piece of glass that had landed on the mattress. Emma lay on her back, her legs apart where the last guy had left them and a dreamy smile on her face, looking up at the ceiling. He shook his head as he continued to use the rag to clean off her thighs. "WELL WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" He jumped at the sound of the bellowing voice. Shit he thought, he'd have jumped if he had only whispered. Alan Jackson was the local hard man, drug dealer, leg breaker. 6ft 4 and he would be called fat if anyone dared ever to say it to his face. The sort of low life scum that was the cause of 70% of all crime in any town and the sort of person that everyone was scared shitless of, he was also seriously into young girls. "Jesus Alan you made me jump, how's things?" "Don't give me that friendly how's it going crap you smack-head piece of worthless shit, where's the girl you called me about." There was a noise that sounded like a small giggle, he looked down and saw her. Emma was still on her back but had raised herself up on her elbows. Alan stood silent for a moment. she was definitely young, small frame, pale but with those perfect round firm breasts that only one in a hundred girls have. She had a knowing smile and her hair had fallen across part of her face that gave her a naughty appearance, it had that wet look that seemed to be the craze. He let his gaze fall back down past her breasts to her flat stomach and rested on her brown bush now matted with the cum of several dozen men. "I'M NOT HAVING THAT SLOPPY PUSSY, IT LOOKS LIKE HALF THE FUCKING TOWNS FUCKING FUCKED HER!" the men sitting around the edge of the room flinch. He pushes the junkie out of the way and strides over to Emma. He reaches down and grabs Emma's thin arm and turns her over with barely any effort, so that she was face down. She turns her head to look over her shoulder at him. He kneels between her legs and pushes his tracksuit bottoms down to his thighs, his already hard cock matches his considerable size. He lays down on her back, crushing her into the mattress, and pushes the knob of his swollen cock against Emma's virgin ass-hole, leaning his considerable weight on his dick, forcing it in to her tight hole. "Fuck me," he thought, "definitely a virgin ass." It took several minutes and a large amount of spit, but he pushed until the full length of his dick was embedded in Emma's ass. He grinned as he looked at the small, smooth back under him, thinking that his knob was probably up to her stomach she was so tiny. He gently pulled out until only his knob was still in, then slammed forward, all his body weight driving his dick in all the way to his balls. He pulled out then did the same again. He grabbed Emma's shoulders to stop her being forced off the end of the mattress. He didn't care if he hurt the slut, shit that's what she was for. It was only really fun when the bitch screamed, unfortunately this one was far to doped up, and had now seemed to have passed out. He slammed in to her with a loud grunt grinding his balls against her ass cheeks. The junkie could barely stand to watch. True he had raped the girl himself, twice in fact, and had watched a large number of men, most full time smack-heads, shoot their load into her, but this was brutal. He was grateful that he had shot her up just before Alan had arrived. Alan pulled his large swollen knob out of the girl's ass and then flipped her over onto her back. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and leant forward so that her knees where beside her ears, her ass fully exposed. He drove the full length of his dick into Emma's asshole again and continued to pound her. It was some twenty minutes later before the fat man finally climaxed. He had never felt anything like it before, his whole body felt like one big orgasm as his cock unloaded more and more cum in to the young girls tiny ass. Shit he thought, this girl must have put on a stone in weight with the amount of cum that's been pumped in to her. He lies on top of her, catching his breath and crushing hers. Then uses his huge arms to push him-self up. He stands at the end of the mattress looking down at the small figure, her legs had come back down and she was again on her back facing the ceiling. Her eyes open slowly. The half dozen men who had been watching were now completely silent, waiting to see what happens next, Alan grins and takes a small step towards her. Then the screams start. ------- Chapter 11 Detective sergeant Henderson sigh's as he heaves himself out of his car. His leg had been bothering him again, especially in the colder air like tonight. Plus he wasn't looking forward to the next few hours. He'd made good time on the roads, but considering what had happened he was hardly essential at this point. Best leave it to the people who photograph and analyse the crime scene first and then take a quick look round. His stomach churned at the thought, he didn't much like the sight of blood, even less so when a child was involved, a girl he thinks they said. He looks round for his deputy. All the faces are bathed in a strobe of overlapping blue lights from the half dozen or so Emergency cars and vans, it always makes picking people out difficult, but he spots him near the back of one of the ambulances and walks over. "Hey Pete, any update on the.. Jesus! You OK?" "Wha... erm, Sir, sorry. Yes fine... I'm just... I've just seen the body and... well the girl she's... well it shuck me up a bit, but I'm fine, really, I'm OK." Detective Henderson looks away for a second as though checking that the small crowd are being kept back, but really giving his deputy a few seconds to pull himself together. Jesus, they've worked together for almost two years, he's never seen him like this before. "Erm, anyway sir, we... we should be able to go up soon, the junkies have been either carted to the station or A&E. There's quite a bit of blood I'm afraid, an artery in the leg was severed, It appears by a broken bottle. From the sense I could make out of the witnesses, no-one tried any first aid or anything, so death may have taken a few minutes. If it wasn't for one of them panicking and running out into the road, we may not have found the body for days." "Right, I suppose we best go up then, anybody notified the family?" "Erm, yes," said the sergeant flicking through a small note book, "Mother, lives on the other side of the park, called the station about four... five hours ago, claimed that she had seen her daughter being abducted." "A car was sent to the reported scene, but no trace." "Good... good, let's take a look then," Sergeant Henderson leads the way up the stairs, his reluctant deputy following. As he reaches the landing he sees a young child's leg - a girls, through an open door, not yet he thinks... not just yet. Then he sees the blood. It had evidently been a main artery judging by the amount of arterial spray, which had managed to reach the ceiling in a graceful red arc. He looks down quickly. There are those types who would have found the fresh, dark red streak against faded water stained plaster as a sign of the soul trying to leave one last immortal mark on the world. He was not one of those types. The broken bottle had already been bagged and tagged, but a marker had been placed where it was originally. He could imagine pretty well how it had gone. Drugs, drink, a slip on that wet patch on the floor, he leans forward... yep - seamen, he thought so. Then an unlucky fall backwards, arms pin-wheeling for balance but to no avail, and the jagged edge of the bottle had cut deep into the inner thigh, slicing the femoral artery. Tragic, he thinks to him-self, tragic. He stares at the mattress for a few moments, trying to imagine what must have happened in those four – five hours since the mother had called. He closes his eyes, no... best not, not yet anyway. Though he feels that his imagination may well try its best later... tonight, when he leaves and is alone at home, yes - he thinks, it may well try. His deputy comes and stands besides him, "Ready for you now sir." "Good, thank you." He takes a breath and walks to the empty room the medics had been using next door, the room he'd glimpsed the girls leg. He hesitates at the door, they had cleaned off the worst of the blood of course but hadn't been able to do anything about her hair, which was matted with dried blood, probably got caught with the arterial spray, he thinks. A red blanket is wrapped around her shoulders. A medic stands and approaches him. "Physically fine, I've administered a sedative but that's all, probably needs counselling more than us." "Good... thank you, could you excuse us for a few minutes" The two medics and a female constable shuffle out the door and stand on the small landing. His deputy waits quietly by the open door. Detective sergeant Henderson takes a step forward and crouches down in front of the young girl. She raises her head and tilts it slightly to one side, for a moment he feels light-headed and his eyes threaten tears, then she's beaming a huge smile at him and he extends his hand to shake hers. "Detective sergeant Henderson, miss" "Hi, I'm Emma." ------- EPILOGUE. She adjusts the shoulder straps of her backpack and carries on her walk. Its not far, only about 15 minutes from home, her new home. She enjoys walking to school, she doesn't dislike the bus, its just that she likes the feeling of the sun, and it is always sunny here. They moved about three months ago, it all happened pretty quickly. Mum had a cousin out here and that nice Mr Henderson had done something to help with references and residency permits. Then the house was sold: mum had some office work organised, we rented a house, and I enrolled at school... my new school. Three months: New home, new school, new country, and new friends. Friends who liked me for being me, not for what I could do for them. That was what the councillors had said, and I had spoken to quite a few over the months. The first one was a Dr George Browning PHD, child psychologist. In our first meeting he asked me to tell him about a normal school day so he could get to know me. After I had finished his face was red and he was sweating. Next time I saw a women called Rose who was really nice, I never saw Mr Browning again. They had told me about a bad man who had died and if I could remember anything about it, but I had shaken my head and said no, I'd asked how he had died but they would just say it was an accident. I genuinely couldn't remember anything from that night. But that's all over now, I like my new friends, most of them are girls, they make fun of my odd accent and I quite like it. I've been asked out a few times, mainly because I was the new girl, but I politely said no each time. Not just yet, maybe later, but I did like being asked. I can hear the bus coming up the road behind me, its yellow and there always seems to be a riot going on inside. I turn and look as it passes, someone, its too bright with the sun to see who, waves and I smile and wave back, then its passed. I can see the gates of the school entrance now, cars are pulling up and dropping kids off, the bus stops and people are jumping out. I adjust the straps again and quicken my pace, I like it here, I really do. ------- No one sits next to him, they never do, if he were to start screaming and shouting they wouldn't hear. He doesn't blame them, he doesn't fit in: not part of a group, a clique, a gang. He's invisible in all but the true sense of the word. But this girl's different; she can see him, she waves to him, and by a one in a million chance, he has seen her too. Normally he's not that curious, but the picture was intriguing. It was a voyeur shot, through a window: a girl in a blue, too small T-shirt with her arms over her head, as though stretching, her face to the morning sun, and her beautiful brown haired pussy framed between pale legs. He downloaded the ZIP file from the voyeur forum and then quickly fell into communication with the poster, a university guy from England. Many emails and trades followed, starting with pictures, some obviously from camera phones, but moving on to high quality pictures and video, all of which the English guy had collected himself. And also text files, stories of things that had apparently happened, things she had done, and had been done to her, he hadn't realized how much a turn-on stories could be but he was masturbating nightly and could think of little else during the school day. Then the emails had stopped. No explanation, no more contact... nothing. He searched for weeks every night, finding every little scrap that was out there, collecting, hoarding, thinking of little else but his Emma. Then he saw her. He thought he was dreaming or else hallucinating, she was right there, actually there, walking alone as he passed by on the bus. She looked just the same. He recognized her instantly; her skin was still pale, though in the early stages of getting a tan, and her gorgeous auburn/brown hair, the straps of her ruck-sack pulling her T-shirt tight across her small, firm breasts. Yes, it was definitely Emma. HIS Emma. ------- On the second Thursday of the month, Emma stops behind after the last lesson to visit the school councilor, just to chat, just to make sure she's settling in... just to make sure... Emma walks down the corridor - glad that another dull chat with Sandra-the-dour-councilor is over. She doesn't mind the 30 minutes repeatedly saying ."..yes it's great, no the people are really nice... ," but today the heat in the small office was oppressive. She was glad to be wearing just a T-shirt and skirt. She shrugs her shoulders out of the backpack and carries it in one hand, her back already damp with perspiration. She flaps the hem of her T-shirt, trying to cool down as she walks, "Damn, will I ever get used to this heat?" she says to herself. She thought that she'd have started to acclimatize a little by now, but everyday seemed as hot as the last. A boy appears beside her, startling her, but she quickly smiles, "Hey, don't I know you?." ------- ...His heart is pounding and his palms are sweaty. He has been waiting in an empty class for the past half- hour, waiting for her to pass. He knows her routine now, he's been watching her since that first day. He writes it all down when he gets home from school, who she talked to, where she went, and what she wore. He liked writing... planning... waiting. As she passed, he checked that the corridor was empty then stepped out and quickened his pace to catch-up. He's about to take her hand when she smiles at him, it's like being hit in the stomach, he feels his face flush and the breath catch in his throat... she says something - but he can only hear white-noise in his ears. He reaches out with his hand and takes hers... ------- ...Emma's smile turns to a curious half frown as the boy takes her hand, it feels warm, damp, clammy. He looks ill. She looks over her shoulder back down the corridor, but it's deserted. Then he's saying something, but quietly as though he's embarrassed or shy. "Emma, I n-need to t-talk to you." He pulls her hand gently, using his other arm to push open a door she hadn't noticed. Emma glances up at the sign on the door as she's pulled though, and her smile fades completely. The door closes behind her. ------- Sandra packs her briefcase - pausing only to glance at the picture of Emma on the inside of a folder. "Such a lovely girl," she thinks, "She's been through so much at such a young age." Though she has only been counseling Emma for a short while, she is really fond of Emma's ever-happy-mood, even after all that's happened. But she's confident that all that is behind her now, they've made real progress and cant imagine her getting into those situations again. She locks the office door behind her and walks back to the main entrance. ------- Emma leans against the wall of the cubicle, the boy against the opposite wall, neither have said anything since entering. The smells and surroundings of the gent's toilets stir memories and feelings that have been trying to escape for a few weeks. She feels her heartbeat increasing; her small breasts rising and falling. She feels even warmer than before, lightheaded as though she might faint, but adrenaline is surging through her and a feeling... a feeling that she hasn't felt in a long time. As though in a trance - Emma reaches down with both hands, reaches under her skirt, grabs the flimsy material, and pulls her knickers down in a smooth and practiced movement. ------- His mind is reeling, its all happening too fast. He feels ill, lightheaded, as though he might faint, his heart is like a trip-hammer in his chest, but at the same time he feels an acute high, hyper-aware of the smallest details. He see's not just her auburn hair, but each individual strand, and the small freckles either side of her nose that he has never noticed before in all the hours of video and pictures, and the rise and fall of her firm breasts. He realises that he is in love, and could never hurt this girl in any way; that he was a monster for thinking of the vile things he imagined doing. He opens his mouth to say that he was sorry when the movement catches him by surprise, and then he looks down at the white knickers pooled around her ankles. ------- Emma crosses her arms in front of her, grabs the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it up over her head. She drops it on the floor near her feet, slips each bra strap off her slim shoulders and pulls the cups down, exposing her perfect, pert, pale breasts. She bends down and lifts one foot then the other - stepping out of her knickers. ------- He hasn't said anything since Emma removed her knickers. He watches as her T-shirt falls to the floor, then her bra. Her breasts are perfect, he finds her pale breasts highlighted by the tan-lines an even more incredible turn-on. They break eye contact for the first time as she bends at the waist to step out of her knickers. When she straightens up, she isn't looking in his eyes anymore - but at his hand, unbuttoning his flies. ------- The ceramic feels cool under her arms, it feels comfortable, familiar. She's bent over, her head rests on her forearms, and she's not as warm now, there's a coolness to the air which she can feel swirling all around her body - tussling the back of her hair. She dreamily opens her eyes, it takes a few seconds to focus, then she realises that she's looking down in to a toilet... she has a quizzical look on her face, looking to her right she spies her clothes in a pile on the floor... "now why would I... ," she looks back down at her bare breasts, then sees a pair of worn trainers appear between her own feet... she quickly turns her head and looks over her shoulder, "HEY! what the... UMMMMPFFF!" ------- He frees his iron-hard erection and drops his jeans, exposing his scrawny legs, his cock jutting out from beneath his black T-shirt. Stepping up behind Emma as she bends over the toilet, he flips the hem of her skirt up and over, it flaps onto her back - causing her hair to blow from her shoulders. He stares at Emma's small pale bottom. He steps between her slightly spread feet and places the swollen knob of his dick against the moist lips of her pussy. The pussy that he has dreamt and fantasized about every night for what feels like a lifetime, he increases the pressure and the end of his knob slips slowly in. He places a hand on each side of Emma's ass, marveling at the soft coolness of her skin, then tenses his body... he feels her body stiffen under his hands... and then she's looking over her shoulder, shouting at him... starring into his eyes... he starts to panic... afraid of what he's about to do... after all this time, he grips her cheeks tightly and slams his hips forward. ------- Sandra stands in the corridor looking at the small backpack on the floor. She knows it couldn't have been here long, if any of the pupils had seen it then it would have been stolen and emptied in minutes. She bends down next to it, close up it sort-of looked familiar. Reaching out her hand she stops - as she thought she heard something, sounded like a clap or a slap? She snags the strap of the bang in her hand and stands up... then freezes, she puts her head to the door nearest her, she can hear the slapping again and what sounds like muffled 'ummpffs'. She quietly shoulders the door open and slips inside. ------- Emma looks over her shoulder at the boy who is fucking her from behind, his rhythm cause's her small naked breasts to bounce back and forth; his hips slapping against her bare bottom. She looks imploringly into his eyes. "Pl-please d-dont... ummmpfff... n-not... ummmpfff... again." She was aroused, and knew it. She could feel the length of his meat pumping in and out of her dripping cunt, the ridge of his swollen knob causing her cunt tunnel to start to spasm. Her eyes filled with tears as she bit down on her lip - feeling herself on the brink of a long remembered orgasm. Emma's body was reacting on memory, her mind flashing images. She could imagine the seed in his balls waiting to be unloaded into her, his cum filling her; coating her insides, his hard dick squirting-pumping-exploding with baby making seed. Faces began to flash in front of her, most she didn't recognize, but all had the same flushed expression. Emma looks at him over her shoulder "F-fuck me Harder! Mmmmpff," she moans, and starts pushing her hips back to meet his forward thrusts. ------- This is it, he can feel it building, Nothing! has ever felt like this before, all his intensity is focused on his cock, buried to the hilt in Emma's pussy, months of fantasies, months of masturbating, dreaming of this moment. He grinds his hips hard against her ass, grips her pelvis and pulls her against him... YES... he can feel... feel... FUCK!!! The feelings intense – painful. The back of his head bangs against the door, he can feel himself cumming - his dick ejaculating in to the air, he holds his head in both hands as the small cubicle spins. ------- Sandra stands on the toilet lid of the adjoining cubicle and peers over the dividing wall, and takes in the scene in an instant. Without hesitating - she leans over, reaches down, grabs the boys long greasy hair and slams his head back against the door. His dick slips out of Emma and he ejaculates in to the air with such force that it hits her in the face. She jerks back in reaction, loses her balances, her heels slipping on the toilet lid, and falls. ------- This is it, she can feel it building... she's about to cum over her rapists cock, but she doesn't care. She squeezes her thighs together, griping the cock with her pussy muscles, eager to take his seed and milk it dry... almost! Almost! Yes! Yes! YESSS!" ...then it was gone. Emma opens her eyes and looks down in to the toilet, then turns her head to see the boy leaning against the door - holding his head, then a bang and a scream makes her jump. The moment over, the spell broken, Emma picks up her T-shirt and pulls it over head. Then her arm is grabbed and she's pushed against the wall. "N-no, I'm not finished with you y-yet." His face is inches away, her back to the wall, he bends his knees trying to get his tool in to her again, "Not yet, I have to... have to," he voice sounds slurry as though he's having trouble forming words but his cock is stabbing at her thigh, getting closer. Emma makes her choice, she smiles up in to his face and reaches down with her right hand, "Here, let me help you." Her small fingers wrap themselves around the swollen and slimy cock, she kisses him lightly on his lips then places her other hand on his chest to move him back a little, then she pushes down... hard. -------- It's-going-to-be-alright, his head is swimming, but everything is going-to-be-alright. His beautiful angel still wants him, she's helping him, her delicate touch guiding him back to that warm, soft place. This time he'll be able to finish it properly and then... ...the pain is immense. His vision flares white, he feels as though something has broken, snapped! It's as though he's been split in two; he drops to his knees and vomits. -------- Sandra clasps Emma's out-stretched hand and is helped to her feet. She's still a little shaken from falling off the toilet seat, but besides from a few bruises - she feels ok. "Emma are you..." begins Sandra. "It's ok, I'm fine now." Emma looks through the open cubicle door at the boy lying in a fetal position on the floor. "What will happen to him?." "Well by rights he should be locked up, but he's a minor and, no offence, but with your history he would probably walk anyway." As Sandra looks down at the boy a plan starts to form. -------- Her mother would have been home from work for the past half-hour, but she knows that she has counseling on a Thursday so wouldn't be concerned that she's a little late. Emma adjusts the straps on her back and continues the walk home. Sandra had explained her plan before she set off. As the boy had come round, Sandra had given him a choice, either never mention any of this and hand over all material on Emma, or she would claim that 'he' had attacked 'her' and had also sexually assaulted her. She had bruises that would show she had been knocked against a wall and his seaman was on her face and blouse. Emma had only intervened to save her councilor after hearing a commotion, and had also witnessed the attack. Faced with this, the boy agreed to have Sandra, and her partner, accompany him to his house and surrender his collection on Emma, and not to divulge any details of her history. He quickly agreed. Emma was quite happy with this, to be honest, what had happened was quite mild by her standards. She had always known that a part of her history would always be with her where-ever she went, and she was content with it, knowing that she had her whole future ahead of her. But something had changed and she was very happy that it had, for the first time she had acted against what someone else wanted and had decided for herself what she wanted to do. And she was confident now that she would be able to make all her own decisions in the future, good or bad, they would be hers to make. For the first time in a year, she was truly free. She smiles as she passes two lads she recognizes from her school and they smile back, her smile breaks in to a grin as she continues on her way as she remembers that she is naked under her T-shirt and skirt, her knickers and bra still on the floor of the gents toilets. The boys turn as they hear a girl laughing. "That English girl's nice," "Yeah, sure is. And is quite happy by the sound of it too." Emma wipes the tears of happiness from her eyes and adjusts the straps of her back pack again. "Yep, I think everything's going to be ok, I think everything is going to be great." Emma, her choice made, walks home in the sun. -------- This is the final part of Emma's choice. The character of Emma is based on an actual person, though the events are fictional. I met her when she was sixteen, and as described; she was small and slight with auburn hair and pale skin, and even though she could not be described as a stunning beauty - she had a sexual appeal that was universal in its effect on men. Emma, where-ever you are now, I hope you are living the life you always dreamed. Thank you for reading my story. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40