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(Mg, ped, nc, rp) *** From the time I was old enough to understand what sex was all about I fantasized about being taken by a rough man that would take me to heights I had never believed possible. I was thirteen and around age twelve I had stumbled across a porn site that featured sex stories about almost anything you could think of. I spent hours with my eyes glued to the screen reading stories about anal, oral, cum swallowing, and incest to mention a few. The stories that excited me the most, however, were stories about rape. I loved the way the women in all the stories at first were in pain and then rose to the most glorious orgasm of their life. I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Rose and I'm sixteen now, but at the time I'm going to tell you about I was only thirteen. I had just started to develop. My breasts were hardly more that little nubbins on my chest. I stood about five feet tall and my hips had barely started to swell outward toward the nice round ass that I have today. Nevertheless, I considered myself as being more worldly than most girls my age. After all, I knew all the sex words and what they meant. My internet reading had given me that and I used it to advantage to impress all my girlfriends. It was about two months after my thirteenth birthday that I decided that I would "just die" if I didn't experience sex soon. While most of my girlfriends thought about losing their virginity as a wonderful experience with a man they loved, I knew that the way to most enjoy sex would be to be raped. After all, in all the stories, women actually enjoyed it more than anything else they had experienced. July 15th was sunny and about 80 degrees. Dad was away on business and mom was just getting ready for work when the telephone rang. "Could you get that for me, honey," my mother called down from the upstairs. "Okay, mom," I yelled and picked up the receiver. "Hello." I listened for a minute and then turned and yelled up the stairs. "Mom, it's Susie." Susie Farmer was seventeen and had a summer job "baby sitting" me. At the beginning of the summer I had argued that I was too old for a baby sitter, but my mother wouldn't budge saying that maybe when I was fifteen I would be old enough to stay by myself. Susie was a lot of fun, however, so I didn't mind too much. Anyway, when mom came down (in her bra and panties no less) and picked up the phone I could tell there was something wrong. The conversation went something like this: "I understand, Susie. I'm really sorry that your grandmother died." A pause, and then, "We'll work something out." After she hung up she turned to me. "Susie won't be here today or tomorrow. Her grandmother died and they are on their way to California to go to the funeral. I'll see if I can get Mrs. Phillips to come over." She picked up the phone and dialed the number. There was no answer. "I'll try Mrs. Grandy." From the conversation, I could tell that she couldn't come either. After she hung up she looked at me strangely. "I have a big case today and I'll be in court until probably four o'clock so I really can't stay home. Do you think you would be alright by yourself today?" My heart leaped with joy. Maybe if I did really good I wouldn't have to have Susie anymore. "Of course, Mom. You know I can cook my own lunch and, if you don't mind, I'll probably go to the mall with Jane." "Okay, but take your cell phone with you and if you have any problems, call me. I probably won't be available, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." She reached for her purse. "Here's fifty dollars so you and Jane can go to a movie or something." With that, she ran back upstairs to get dressed for work. Just before she left she told me for probably the thousandth time not to go near the park. After she left, I made myself some breakfast. I picked up the phone to call Jane and had the number half way dialed when I remembered that she had gone to church camp for the week. I hung up the phone and walked upstairs to my room. Still in my nightgown, I sat down in front of the computer. I almost immediately went to one of my favorite sites... Kristen's Archives. I clicked around until I came upon a story called, "Oh God, Please Don't" by some girl named Canary. (Strange name, isn't it?) [Directory 39] It was about a twelve year old girl named Lisa who was kidnapped and raped. As I got to some of the good parts, I raised up and slipped off my panties. As I read further I ran my fingers over my hairless slit. I came just as I was reading the part that said, "The pain increased. The pleasure increased. I couldn't help myself. "Oh yessss keep it up. It feels so gooooooooood. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Then the orgasm flowed over me and I began to shake all over. It was twice as good, no, five time as good as when I had masturbated at home." My whole body relaxed as I came back down from my high. God how I wished I could have been that girl. I was sweaty so I peeled off my nightgown, turned off the computer and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I directed the spray against my pussy and thought about the girl in the story. The water worked it's magic and soon I was rising again to another orgasm. When I calmed down, I soaped up, rinsed off, got out, toweled dry and went to lie, naked on the bed. I lay there thinking about that girl. She had loved it so much. It was still making me horny. I wanted that feeling. I thought about what my mom had said about the park. She said it was a dangerous place. I guess some woman had been raped there a while ago and they had never caught the man. I wondered if he might be interested in young girls like me. The chances were that the guy was long gone, but it might be exciting to roam around there... you know, sort of titillating. I climbed out of bed and went to my dresser. I found an old pair of red shorts that somehow had remained in my drawer even though they were two sizes too small. I wondered if I could still get into them. I stepped into them with my feet and tried to pull them up. They didn't want to go. I pulled harder and they still wouldn't go. I went to the bed and laid down on it. By bending my knees with my feet flat on the bed it flattened my butt enough that they finally went on. I buttoned the top button and pulled up the zipper. God were they ever tight.. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. The crotch was drawn tight between my pussy lips making them clearly visible to anyone who was looking. I turned and looked over my shoulder. Rising from my crotch you could see the lower crack of my ass and then it stretched tight over the rest of my butt making it stand out nicely. I thought about putting on panties and then decided that I would probably never get the shorts back on if I did that. Well, I thought, that takes care of the bottom part. Now what should I do for the top? Then I remembered my bikini top from last year. Hopefully, it was still in the changing room. I daringly ran out onto the pool deck topless and ran quickly into the changing room. I noticed that my nipples got hard when I did that and I could feel a wetness in my crotch. I rummaged through the old suits that we kept there for when we had guests. My old bikini top was laying right on top. I quickly put it on and went back into the house. I went back to my bedroom and looked in the mirror. The top was small enough that it made me look like I had breasts. Actually, it was just two little yellow triangular pieces with a string to go around the neck and two to tie in back. My two little nubbin sized breasts poked the material out and you could see my erect nipples right through it. As I sized myself up, it occurred to me that I looked like some poor girl from the poor side of town. I thought it was weird as we are anything but poor. My dad is the vice-president of a major company and my mom is a lawyer. But the "poor look" is what I wanted. I figured that if I looked too good, the guy I wanted might bypass me and that was the last thing I wanted. I walked into the garage, opened the door and rode out on my bicycle. I was just hoping that nobody would notice he way I was dressed. Now that I was actually going toward my "rendezvous with destiny", I began to get nervous and more than a little afraid. I arrived in the park around ten in the morning. The sun was shining and it was around eighty degrees. I put my bike in the rack provided and locked it into place. I walked to the swings and sat down on one. I looked around. The park was nearly empty. There was a couple with a small baby sitting on a blanket in a grassy area off to my left, but that was the only signs of life that I saw. There was a hiking trail off to my right and I decided to take it to find out what else the park had to offer. As I walked I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that I recognized as fear. But the tight shorts that I had on were rubbing deliciously against my pussy and I could feel myself getting wet. I swayed my hips from side to side to increase the feeling. I was so intent on trying to get myself off this way that I didn't even notice that I had wandered into a totally isolated part of the park. I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me and suddenly a strong arm grabbed me around the waist with a damp rag placed over my nose and mouth. Fear suddenly took over. I struggled as hard as I could. I really hadn't expected anything to happen. I was gasping for breath, inhaling the fumes from the rag and then everything went black. I slowly woke back up. I shook my head a little bit to clear it. I suddenly realized that I was naked. I tried to move and couldn't. I raised my head and realized that I was tied spread eagle to four posts driven into the ground. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but couldn't. There must be tape over my mouth. Now I was scared... really scared. I started to cry and the tears streamed down my face. I knew I had asked for this, but now I really didn't want it. I heard a movement to my left and looked over. He was standing there all hairy and totally naked. His penis stood out from his body all covered with veins and as erect as a totem pole. It must have been eight inches long and as big around as my wrist. I wasn't all that big down there and I knew it would give me a lot of pain... and the most pleasure I had ever felt. At least I hoped that was the way it would be. He reached down and grabbed his cock and grinned at me. He was missing one tooth right in front. "Your really gonna love it when I ram this monster into your cunt, slut.," he said nastily. "I'm gonna fuck you real good. Have you ever been fucked before?" I shook my head no and tried to beg him with my eyes not to do this thing. I might as well have been talking to a rock. Hope filled me when he bent down and untied my legs. Maybe he'd had a change of heart. I couldn't have been more wrong. He knelt at my feet and started to force my legs apart. I did everything I could to keep then together, but he was just too strong. He bent my legs back placing them on his shoulders. Then I felt the head of his huge cock pressing on my defenseless opening. "Here it comes, slut," he snarled and plunged himself all the way into me. Even through the tape I screamed and screamed. The pain was unbelievable. When he pulled part way out and plunged back in there was no let up in the pain. He was like a madman plunging and plunging and plunging. I kicked and screamed and tried to get him out of me. I would have done anything to get him to stop, but there was no let up. Only the never ending pain. Where was the pleasure I was supposed to have? There was none of it. Only the pain ripping through my entire body. He reached out and grabbed my little nipples and stretched them so far I was sure he was going to tear them right off. And still the cock buried itself into me again and again without let up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stiffened and I knew he was shooting his scum into my body. He collapsed on top of me and I could barely breathe. I could feel him softening inside of me and finally he popped out. He climbed off my body. Climbing back into his cloths, he said "Well cunt, even if you didn't like it, I did and that's the only important thing." He retied my legs to the stakes in the ground. Standing, he looked at me with disgust. "If you ever tell anyone what happened here, I'll find out where you live and kill everyone in your whole family. You got that?" I was still crying, but I nodded numbly. It's not as if I would ever tell anyone anyway. It would be too embarrassing to let anyone know how dumb I was. He cut the ropes attached to my hands and vanished into the surrounding woods. I lay there for a long time crying softly. I hurt all over, particularly in my pussy. I wondered if it would ever be the same again. Eventually, I reached down and untied my legs. I looked between my legs. There was dried blood all over them and his white cum running out of my cunt. I tried to get up and found I couldn't do it. I saw my clothes lying over by the side of the little clearing I was in. I crawled to them and managed to pull them over my mangled body. I used a tree to pull myself erect and walked in agony back to my bike. The ride home was extremely painful, but somehow I made it. By the time I got the bike back in the garage, I had started bleeding out of my pussy again. I took a bath, and felt somewhat better afterward. My mom thought I was being funny when I walked sort of bow legged for the next few days. I was lying in bed last night thinking of what had happened. I couldn't believe that I had bought what all the porn sites say about women enjoying rape. I now know better. It's okay to read about it, but don't you dare believe it. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 45