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Suzy's story
by Anna33 (anna33bukowsky@gmail.com)

***

A lonely woman discovers the joy in raping girls. (Ff, 
adult/teen, ped, nc, rp)

***

Way back then!

The girl had no idea how long I'd been watching her; the 
bus journey was only half an hour duration but I'd been 
keeping her under surveillance for nearly two months 
now, discretely of course. Some days I would be on the 
bus, others I wouldn't. Some days I would park my car 
near the stop she got off at just to observe her 
routine. 

I knew she was called Jessica and that she stayed on the 
bus for 2 more stops after her friends had got off and 
when she got off she walked the mile or so to her house 
on her own. I imagine her mother had wanted to meet her 
at the bus-stop but Jessica doubtless insisted that she 
wasn't a child and didn't need mummy to hold her hand.

I smiled inwardly at this scene; sure, she wasn't a 
child but she wasn't an adult either. I guessed she was 
14 probably which suited me down to the ground as that's 
the age I like them. I cast a furtive glance at her – 
she was too engrossed on her mobile to notice - in her 
school uniform (or what passes for it these days) she 
was jiggling her legs about as she texted someone so 
that brief flashes of her thighs under her grey pleated 
skirt were offered to me totally innocently.

"Little tart," I thought, although the rhythmic movement 
of her legs was definitely turning me on and for a split 
second I thought about executing my plan that day but 
rapidly resolved to stick to my original idea and take 
her in a few weeks time. I could wait; Hell, you had to 
be so careful in the current climate, plus all the girls 
had mobile phones that one false move could see you end 
up not only in jail but all over the national papers: 
and I don't care what people say about no publicity 
being bad publicity, no one needs that.

It's not like the good old days when I first got 
involved with under-age girls, back then in the early 
80's it was like picking apples from a tree. Still, a 
couple of things were in my favour, firstly I was 
planning this down to the smallest detail (I wasn't 
getting any younger and this girl would be my sex-slave 
for years to come in only a matter of weeks), and 
secondly kids are told to be alert to strange men, but 
never strange women; it's almost as if the idea of a 
lesbian sexual molester doesn't exist.

Did I not mention I'm a woman? The names Susan, I'm now 
in my late 50's but have been sexually abusing young 
girls since I was not much older than them. As I said 
back in the good old days it was easy; most of the time 
the girls were literally there to be had (if you knew 
where to look) and it was safe – well for us anyway, 
nowadays most of those avenues are closed off so you 
have go hunting and that can be very risky when your 
prey is aged under 16. I sighed wistfully as I 
remembered those halcyon days and Jessica looked up from 
her phone, her blue eyes watching me from under her 
light-ginger hair. Luckily I was gazing out of the 
window as I sighed so she had no reason to wonder at my 
suddenly odd behaviour, but I realised I'd made a 
mistake and shouldn't have drawn her attention to a 
smartly-dressed middle aged woman who otherwise she'd 
not have noticed at all.

I kept staring out of the window as we approached her 
stop and after she got off I watched her to make sure 
her routine was still the same; it was. She wandered off 
alone down a road that I knew from my many scouting 
missions was ideal for my plan.

As the bus chugged off again I knew I had about a 20 
minute journey to the stop where I'd left my car, I 
leant my head back against the seat and thought about 
where it had all began, and how I'd ended up here 
planning the abduction and sexual enslavement of a 14 
year old school girl.

Her light ginger hair and her quizzical look as I sighed 
had given me a sense of déjà vu, the very first girl I'd 
abused had been almost identical (and since then I'd 
always had a bit of a weakness for gingers) and I 
inwardly smiled at the neat symmetry of my first and 
last victims being so identical. But I knew, of course, 
that Jessica wouldn't be my last victim: there would 
always be opportunities for a predator like myself.

The late afternoon spring sunshine had a mellowing 
effect on me and I closed my eyes briefly as my mind 
began to recall how I'd started on what some would 
doubtless call a road to depravity, but I prefer to call 
a stairway to a very dark Heaven.

I knew right from when I was an adolescent that I was a 
lesbian, I had so many crushes on girls and teachers at 
school that I simply lost count, although the teachers 
were out of reach (and very probably not interested) I 
did have some sexual encounters with some of the girls. 
Only very brief encounters, I guess nowadays they'd just 
be dismissed as sexual experimentation but in the UK of 
the late 70's (let alone the Wales of the late 70's) 
they had a thrill about them that went beyond sexual 
enjoyment and into the land of fear and shame. Britain 
back then, it's important to remember, was not so 
tolerant as it claims to be today and there weren't the 
support groups available then as now. My parents were 
very much from Dylan Thomas' world of 'Bible Black' 
Wales so any sort of attempt to tell them how I felt was 
simply never an option. Knowing that a huge 
confrontation with my parents was inevitable I lost no 
time in moving out as soon as I'd left school and got a 
job; my place wasn't brilliant – just a bed-sit really – 
but it was mine and I was now free to be myself. Looking 
back now I do wonder if my parents simply couldn't 
comprehend that their little girl was a lesbian because 
of their strict, almost fundamentalist, background, or 
whether they knew it but simply loved me too much to 
condemn me; the clues were all there: I had no boy-
friends, showed no real interest in boys, and only got 
animated when talking about female friends of mine I had 
secret crushes on. I guess I'll never know for sure now 
as they're both sadly gone from this vale of tears.

So there I was, aged 19 in my own flat (ok, bed-sit), 
earning enough to get by and enjoying the thrill of 
being able to pick up girls and sleep with them almost 
at will; I'd found a lesbian club to hang out at and it 
was there that I met the 2 women who would change my 
life completely.

I should probably stress at this point that up until I 
met these 2 women my sexual interests were absolutely 
'mainstream'; I certainly wasn't a sub, but I was 
equally not a dome in the sense that dominating my 
partners wasn't an issue, but it was becoming 
increasingly clear to me that I felt the need to be in 
control of things.

As I said, it was at the lesbian club that I met these 2 
women, the first was Amanda. She was 1 year older than 
me, a very fit body but with a rather plain, almost 
hawkish face. Amanda was probably the most highly sexed 
person I've ever known; she once told me she was bi-
sexual simply because it doubled her chances, although 
that was a flippant remark, it did hide a very dark 
truth about her in that she would hunt anyone if she 
could get a sexual thrill out of them.

She was also the most amazing person I'd ever met and we 
became very close friends right from our first 
encounter, very intelligent and very funny too (she used 
to call me "Suzy" knowing it really annoyed me but she 
did it in such a laid-back way that I could never really 
get that annoyed).

We slept together a few times but could never have made 
it last as a relationship as neither of us was willing 
to let the other take the upper hand in our lives, so we 
just kept it as a bit of a drunken treat when we'd both 
struck-out on our nights on the prowl.

However as much as I loved Amanda (and still do, to be 
honest), it wasn't actually her who changed my life as 
much as the woman she introduced me to one night in 
particular.

It was a typical mid-winter evening in Cardiff, which 
meant it was raining heavily and me and my date (well, 
the girl I'd picked up in a pub) for the night were 
dodging from pub to pub out of the rain on the way to 
the lesbian club; my date was only 17 and I wasn't 
totally sure she was gay but she must have seen I was 
putting out and that hadn't scared her off, so my plan 
was to get her to the club, overwhelm her, so to speak, 
in a blatantly lesbian setting before sweeping her off 
to my lair. 

So we got to the club and to my disbelief the Bouncers  
were checking for I.D. , I had my driving license which 
proved my age but my date had nothing like that and none 
of my increasingly emotional entreaties could alter 
their stony-faced jobs worth attitudes. My girl looked 
at me, smiled weakly and said she ought to go, as she 
turned to go I was torn between following her to an 
uncertain evening's conclusion or whether to go inside 
the club for an almost guaranteed pull. Painfully I 
watched her go, she was very pretty and if she'd looked 
back just once I almost certainly would have followed 
her. But she didn't, and as I watched her walk off in 
the rain I decided to go inside. (While muttering 
"Bastards" at the Bouncers on the door.)

Inside I got a drink from the bar, glanced around and 
saw Amanda and another woman I recognised but didn't 
actually know sitting at a table in the corner. I made a 
bee-line in their direction and slumped down on a chair, 
not really caring if they were in the depths of a 
serious conversation or not. I'd seen the woman before 
but had just assumed she was one of Amanda's many 
conquests, she was clearly in her 30's but slightly 
plumpish and her face was very severe. I felt no 
attraction towards older women but Amanda was the most 
highly sexed person I'd ever known so wasn't surprised 
that she might be interested in this woman.

As I settled in the chair Amanda cracked a smile in my 
direction.

"Hi Suzy, what's up?"

I was so pissed off at my date disaster, that I didn't 
even get annoyed by her use of the name I didn't like.

"Bastard bouncers wouldn't let my girl in"

"Why not?"

"Too young."

"Too young? Hell, Suze, how young was she?"

"17, it's old enough, but not to get in here. God, I'm 
pissed off."

Amanda looked slyly at me. "How young do you like them, 
Suzy?"

I wasn't really concentrating at this point so I just 
mumbled my reply.

"Don't really care; I'm just really horny tonight."

Amanda flashed her friend a look. "Ruthy, reckon you can 
find one for Suzy here?"

Ruth, in an icy, cutting voice, answered the question 
with a question. "Do you trust her?"

Amanda nodded "Suze? Yea, I love her to death, and trust 
her further." I actually blushed slightly at this 
testament.

Ruth shrugged at this endorsement and blandly replied 
"OK, that's not a problem."

"So, Suzy" Amanda carried on, "want to go to a party 
tonight?"

My interest was roused now, "Will there be girls there?" 

Amanda laughed softly. "It's girls only, you're 
guaranteed to score."

Totally missing the implications of this, I immediately 
forgot my lost date and announced I was up for it. 
"Count me in, where's it at?"

"Ruthy's place, it starts in about half an hour, doesn't 
it Ruthy?"

Ruth nodded, knocked back the remaining wine in her 
glass (from her slightly glazed expression I guessed it 
wasn't her only one) and announced she was off to powder 
her nose and we'd go when she got back.

Amanda watched her go, and then leant over and grasped 
my hand, her voice dropped to an almost whisper. "Suzy, 
listen, this isn't quite a normal party. Ruth runs a 
Girl's Council Home, we're going to party with some of 
the girls, is that ok?"

I was slightly dumbstruck by this. "How old are they? 
I'm not into kids." My voice spluttered with outrage.

Amanda laughed. "Don't worry, they're not kids, they're 
teenagers just a few years younger than us. Plus they're 
definitely up for it."

I was still not quite convinced. "What? Really up for 
it?" I wasn't so naïve as to not understand what was 
really being offered here, but the idea was developing a 
rather dark attraction.

Amanda shrugged, "Yea, well, let's just say they won't 
refuse. Don't screw this up, Suzy. Either come with us 
or stay here, don't chicken out once we're there."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth returning from 
the Ladies; in a split second I made a choice that 
changed my life forever. "OK, Amanda, I'm in." 

15 minutes later we were in Amanda's car on our way to 
Ruth's place; there was no real conversation: Ruth was 
clearly quite drunk, Amanda was strangely nervous and I 
was part excited and part apprehensive. Before the 
silence became oppressive we drove through a pair of 
wrought-iron gates and pulled up before a typically grim 
looking Victorian institution.

Ruth led us to her living quarters and left us her 
lounge while she disappeared through one of the doors. 
Amanda sensed my nervousness and gave me a reassuring 
wink. "Relax, Suzy, you'll love it."

The door re-opened and Ruth entered leading 3 sleepy 
girls behind her, they were aged about 13 or 14 and had 
clearly just been woken up as they were still in their 
various nightwear.

As I've already said I had previously had no interest in 
underage girls, but seeing these 3 standing nervously 
self-conscious in front us in their skimpy clothes 
started a deliciously wicked feeling in my pussy.

Ruth directed one of the girls, a dark haired little 
thing towards Amanda who flashed her a wicked smile of 
recognition. "Hello again, Wendy, I was hoping it would 
be you." She took Wendy by the hand and led her to an 
arm chair, and sitting down pulled the reluctant 
youngster onto her lap, I gazed transfixed as Amanda 
gripped the girl's hair so tightly she actually yelped 
before Amanda clamped her mouth onto the girls.

"Susan," Ruth's voice broke my reverie. "This is 
Sophie." A clearly scared ginger haired girl was pushed 
in my direction. The look of fear in her eyes connected 
directly to my pussy; something deep, dark and life-
changing was starting to form inside of me. Feeling 
light headed I took the girl's hand and led her to the 
sofa and sat her down next to me. I barely noticed Ruth 
taking the last girl to her own bedroom; I was now 
concentrating on my prey.

Sophie was a bit of a waif, her light ginger hair framed 
a fairly pretty face with a faint covering of freckles, 
her glasses gave her a slightly nerdy look and she 
fidgeted slightly nervously as I sat down next to her 
and she tugged at the hem of her thin light-blue cotton 
nightie trying to pull it down towards her knees.

The realisation that this girl was entirely at my mercy 
and I could do anything I liked to her was setting my 
whole body on fire, I moved closer to her and slid one 
arm round her shoulders and with my other hand reached 
up to remove her glasses. As my fingers grasped the 
frame she instinctively flinched and raised her hand in 
protest, without hesitation I slapped her hand away and 
an expression of utter terror spread over her face.

That was the moment my life, and my whole sexual drive, 
changed forever. My pussy felt as if it was squeezing 
pumpkin seeds as I realised that the feeling of total 
domination over this under-age girl was the biggest turn 
on I'd ever experienced. I glanced over at Amanda to 
reassure her I was getting into it, but she was too busy 
with Wendy to notice me and Sophie. She still had a grip 
on Wendy's hair and was pulling it hard enough to make 
the girl's face contort with pain. Her other hand was 
down the back of the young girl's pyjamas moving 
rapidly.

Turning back to Sophie I removed her glasses without any 
objection and tossed them onto the floor then started to 
slide my hand under her nightie until my fingers were 
resting on her panties. She tried to squirm away from me 
but I held her tightly by her shoulder and began to 
press the fabric into her pussy, I leant my body weight 
against her so I could start to pull her nightie up with 
my free hand.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Amanda leading a 
sobbing Wendy into Ruth's bedroom presumably for a 
foursome. I was quite happy to be left alone with Sophie 
and now I pushed her flat onto the sofa and positioned 
myself over her, I slapped her face gently to remind her 
that I was in total control (not that she needed much 
reminding), then rapidly pulled her nightie up and off 
her, she gave a very brief scream as it was removed her 
leaving her in just her knickers.

The sheer thrill of having a virtually naked 13 or 14 
year old girl under me was making my pussy ooze, and I 
wanted to feel the added thrill of feeling my body on 
hers; getting off the sofa I undressed as fast as I'd 
ever done before almost ripping her knickers off before 
lying back on top of her. To feel her slight, terrified 
frame under me, to run my hands over her soft skin was 
heaven, and I could feel my pussy leaking onto her leg 
as I rubbed against her thigh. I lifted myself slightly 
to stroke her small breasts, then a strange thing 
happened, a totally unknown side of me came out: a 
sadistic side. I took one of her nipples between my 
fingers and thumb and twisted it sharply; Sophie gave a 
scream of pain, so I covered her mouth with my other 
hand and went on twisting and pinching her breasts 
loving the muffled shrieks each piece of abuse produced.

I uncovered her mouth allowing her to breathe as I 
kissed her face and neck frenziedly, licking the salty 
tears from her face, but my sadistic side, once 
unleashed, could never be restrained. I began to pinch 
and slap her body, gripping her hair I pulled her up and 
forced her onto her stomach. I started to slap her cute 
bottom, her pale flesh rapidly turned red and I even 
managed to leave a hand print on one of her cheeks, then 
as she wailed helplessly I lay back on top of her and 
pushed my hand between her legs, forcing my fingers 
between her pussy lips and into her tight pussy, I 
pressed my thumb against her anus, rubbing it roughly as 
I spread my fingers inside her pussy.

Her cries were now distinctly of pain now and I pressed 
my other hand over her mouth again to stifle them. I 
realised that actually hearing her cries of distress was 
part of my erotic experience but knew that it wasn't 
good if other people could hear them. There were a lot 
of girls I abused in those early years who could only 
scream into whatever gag I'd forced into their mouths; 
it was only when I got my old farmhouse in the middle of 
nowhere that I could let the girls scream as much as 
they needed to.

My pussy was on fire now and I needed some release; I 
pulled my hand out from her pussy and stood up and 
dragged the crying girl onto the floor, making her kneel 
in front of the sofa. I sat down and spread my legs 
before grabbing her hair and forcing her face into my 
pussy.

She didn't actually lick me, but she didn't need to. I 
clamped my thighs either side of her face and ground my 
pussy against her face, with one hand I stroked my 
nipples as I felt her head move as I gyrated my hips 
against it.

Then I came. It was the biggest orgasm I think I'd ever 
experienced and it almost made me pass out, I gasped for 
air and my hands clutched at the cushions of the sofa 
and my legs exerted an almost crushing pressure on 
Sophie's trapped head.

I slowly came down; my legs released Sophie's head 
allowing the girl to fall sobbing to the floor as I 
slumped back on the sofa, my head spinning. I looked 
down at the abused crying girl, but felt no pity; just a 
tremendous sense of power; I had used a young girl for 
my own sexual satisfaction and it felt fantastic.

A post-orgasmic wave of fatigue began to creep over me 
and I stood up and gripped Sophie under her arms making 
her cry in fear again and try to crawl away but I easily 
subdued her and pushed her onto the sofa and lay behind 
her my arms wrapped tightly around her as I dozed off.

I doubt whether she slept, but I did for about 2 hours 
before waking not slightly sure where I was, then it all 
came back to me and my fingers were off again pushing 
into Sophie's pussy and frigging her until she cried, 
before I dozed off again.

I was woken later by Amanda shaking my shoulder. "Suzy, 
honey, time to get up." She seemed totally unfazed by 
the whole night, but she had done this before. I on the 
other hand was suddenly flustered about being found 
naked and asleep with a 13 year old girl showing signs 
of distress.

I glanced at the other 2 girls who were staring blankly 
at the ground with red, tear-filled eyes and guessed I 
wasn't the only sadist in the room. Ruth, dressed in 
just a bath-robe, supervised the girl's dressing before 
taking them back off to their beds.

Still feeling self-conscious (but not in any way guilty) 
I looked around for my clothes and started dressing. 
"What time is it?" I mumbled as I hooked my bra.

"Half-four." Amanda replied blatantly eyeing me up. 
"Ruth likes to get the girls back to their rooms before 
any of the day-staff arrive" she explained further 
clearly knowing what my next question would be.

I'd finished dressing in a matter of minutes but Amanda 
wanted to wait for Ruth to return before we left. 5 
minutes later Ruth re-entered the room smiling broadly.

"Well, Susan, did you have a good time?" were her 
opening words although the equally wide grin on my face 
made the whole question unnecessary.

"That was probably the greatest night of my life; I 
can't begin to thank you enough."

"Anytime you want to come back just give me a call, 
you've got my number haven't you Amanda?"

Amanda nodded, and then announced we'd have to be going 
at which Ruth nodded and walked us to the door; she gave 
us both a long lingering kiss as she saw us out.

It was early Saturday morning now and as neither of us 
had work till Monday Amanda drove about aimlessly for a 
bit until we were on the hills overlooking Cardiff, she 
parked up and we sat in silence for a bit. She broke the 
silence first.

"Was that amazing or what?"

I laughed as I replied "I've never felt hornier in my 
life, I gave that girl a real hard time, but it was so 
sexy."

"Yea, we could hear some of her screams from Ruth's 
bedroom, I'm a bit surprised you didn't hear the noises 
our two were making."

I shook my head. "No, I was probably too distracted."

"It got quite noisy, we really raped them. Ruth had a 
couple of strap-on's and I fucked little Wendy up her 
arse, it was fantastic."

Amanda's use of the word 'rape' brought me face to face 
with an unpleasant fact; I had actually 'raped' Sophie 
and that, along with the fact she was under-age, meant I 
was theoretically a criminal. I began to get a bit 
nervous.

"Amanda, you don't think we'll get in trouble for this, 
do you?"

She shook her head. "No one cares about kids in Homes, 
Ruth has been doing this for years and even after the 
girls leave nothing happens; no-one's interested she 
says. What would happen if men got involved and any of 
the girls' got pregnant would be a much stickier 
situation. You're not getting an attack of conscience 
are you?"

I shook my head "Far from it; I want to do it again and 
again. It's just you have to admit, there is an element 
of risk involved."

Amanda chuckled "That's part of the thrill, honey"

I knew she was right, and I also knew I would return 
again and again like a moth to a flame.

I spent the best part of the next week in turmoil, I 
couldn't forget the biggest sexual thrill of my life, 
nor could I forget the danger involved. It dawned on me 
that the risk was inherent in the situation; because the 
girls were always available they were also always 
available to spill the beans, and if the Police did get 
involved it wouldn't take very long for everything to 
unravel.

The solution, it seemed to me, was to have no traceable 
contact with the girls; in other words I'd have to 
engineer situations. The biggest problem would be where 
I could take my prey; clearly I couldn't take them to my 
flat and given the fact they would be under-age they 
would still be living with their parents. This would 
take some solving, but solve it I was determined to do.

In the meantime life went on, but it changed subtly. In 
the weeks following my rape of Sophie I had a couple of 
casual one-night stands with girls my own age but they 
didn't do it for me as they had in the past, also I 
became aware that I was noticing young teenage girls 
more and more, but not only noticing them but having 
dark fantasies about what I'd do to them if I had them 
bound and gagged and at my mercy.

Almost like a sleep-walker I went along with my new 
feelings, feeling no shame as I lay in my bed fingering 
myself as I pictured my abduction and restraining of a 
struggling school-girl. That, I guess was harmless 
enough, but I also began to spend a lot of time actually 
planning these abductions.

Amanda's revelation that she'd sodomised little Wendy 
with a strap-on had inflamed my imagination, (and given 
me enough wanking material for a week) and I knew I'd 
have to get one of them.

In the days before the Internet getting hold of stuff 
like that and various restraints and gags was not easy 
unless you lived in Amsterdam or Hamburg (and getting 
the stuff back through Customs might prove very 
embarrassing), there was a sex-shop in Cardiff but it 
only sold mags and films, but one of the mags had an 
advert for a shop in London that sold everything a 
sexual pervert could fantasise about. The prices were a 
bit shocking, but again that was before the Internet 
became the great leveller.

I thought of using their mail-order option but realised 
that I'd need to actually see the items before I could 
make a choice, so a trip to London suddenly became a 
necessity. I asked Amanda if she fancied a weekend in 
London, but she declined as she had other plans for 
those dates (I found out later just how depraved these 
other plans were), so I resolved to go on my own.

I didn't book a hotel in advance; this was pretty risky 
really but I guessed that there would be at least one 
room available somewhere, luckily I was absolutely right 
about this.

The train journey to Paddington was uneventful, but once 
there everything seemed to fall into place. As I walked 
out of the station in the late afternoon sunshine I 
couldn't help noticing (as I was doing more and more) 
teenage girls almost everywhere, most were with their 
families or friends so were untouchable, but here and 
there were solitary girls clearly aged under 16 looking 
dishevelled and tired. It took me a few minutes to work 
out who they were until I saw one of them approach a 
commuter and ask for money. My guess she was a homeless 
runaway who'd found that London was not paved with gold 
after all.

A wicked plan formed in my head in a matter of seconds 
and quickened my step as I went to find a hotel. There 
was a suitable one just a few streets from the hotel and 
I booked a room for 2 nights; given my thoroughly 
depraved plan I used a false name and address to 
register, the disinterested receptionist didn't even 
glance at it as she gave me my room key and left me to 
carry my own bag upstairs. The speed with which she 
disappeared into the back-room suggested I wouldn't be 
under very strict supervision during my stay. Suited me 
just fine.

My room wasn't brilliant, but it wasn't crap either and 
I lay on the bed and refined my plan and in particular 
how to keep myself as inconspicuous as possible; I'd 
made sure I hadn't signed up for breakfast as a starter, 
basically I didn't want anyone to be able to remember me 
in any way.
That evening I slipped out for a quick bite to eat in a 
restaurant near the station which allowed me to keep an 
eye on my prospective targets; they were still there 
dotted around the station environs like little sparrows. 
Little sparrows, yes, I liked that name.

However I noticed that these birds of a feather they 
didn't flock together and this would make my plan a 
whole lot easier. One girl in particular caught my eye, 
she was pale and gaunt but still pretty despite her 
unwashed state although it was impossible to say what 
sort of body she had under the heap of shapeless clothes 
she had on but if my plan came off I was sure she'd 
scrub up well.

She was sitting against the long side wall of the 
station, her arms clasped around her hunched up knees 
and she was as much a picture of misery as it would be 
possible to get. During the time it took for my meal to 
arrive and for me to eat it I decided that if all went 
to plan she would be my victim. Once I'd settled the 
bill I left the restaurant and went over to her to lay a 
marker so to speak, as I approached her she looked up at 
me with dull apprehensive eyes, I smiled back at her to 
try and calm any fears and brandished a few Pound notes.

"You look like you could use these." I smiled as I 
pressed the money into her hand.

She looked totally shocked and could barely mumble her 
thanks although she clearly had a soft West Country 
accent, I wanted her to remember me though so I lingered 
for a bit asking if she was ok etc (also it gave me a 
chance to check her out further; she was actually a very 
pretty little thing under all the grime and if she was 
still about in 24 hours time she would be mine.

Once I was sure she would remember me I wished her well 
and returned to my hotel, to my satisfaction the 
receptionist was lurking in the back room watching her 
TV so I was virtually invisible.

I had to almost force myself to sleep that night as the 
full enormity of my plan fleshed out in my mind, there 
were risks certainly, but every worthwhile thing in life 
had risks attached so I would just have to live with it.

*

The next morning I slept in until about 11 then went off 
into central London to get my 'toys'; finding the actual 
shop was slightly harder than I'd anticipated as no 
street numbers in London seem to run in a logical 
fashion, but in the end I found the place cunningly 
disguised as an ordinary house. 

Once inside, though, it was anything but ordinary: racks 
and shelves crammed with virtually every sexual device 
it was possible to imagine (and quite a few it was 
impossible to imagine), the man behind the counter 
seemed slightly surprised to see a woman taking such a 
keen interest in his wares but as money is the universal 
language of us all he simply went back to reading his 
paper.

I was, in truth, like a kid in a sweetshop as I browsed 
the assorted cuffs, gags, masks and phallic substitutes. 
I cursed myself for not thinking things through more 
when I saw spreader-bars for the first time; how much 
fun I could have with something like that attached to a 
young girl's ankles but I could hardly carry it through 
the streets discreetly. It would have to wait. The hand-
cuffs were a different matter; I went for a few 
different pairs which closed as small as possible 
(little girls have little wrists of course) and a couple 
of ball-gags (the bright red of the ball against the 
black leather appealed to me). 

I don't know why I bought two of them, I guess that 
somewhere deep inside I was already dreaming of raping 
two girls at the same time. The strap-on did actually 
require a bit of thought; the biggest wouldn't 
necessarily be the best, after all I was intending to 
use if on girls not fully grown so size really would 
matter and in the end I chose a reasonably thin 8" one; 
big enough to let them know they'd been fucked I 
reasoned.

The man behind the counter's eyes bulged as he totted up 
my purchases, and they almost came out on stalks when I 
impulsively added a tube of lube to my basket. I was 
expecting some sort of smart-arse witticism from him but 
I guess he knew that if he was selling this sort of 
stuff he couldn't be too judgmental if people bought 
them.

I was aching to get back to the hotel to examine my 
goodies but made one quick stop in a department store in 
the West End to buy a large carving knife. Now I was all 
set.

Back in my room I practiced opening and closing the 
hand-cuffs, familiarising myself with their use and 
making sure that when I used them I could do so as 
quickly as possible. I did the same with the ball-gags; 
I'd realised that keeping the little bitch quiet would 
be paramount and this would mean that I'd be unable to 
make her use her tongue on me but then I did have a 
strap-on to use on her and I wasted no time in getting 
naked to try it on; it was a cinch to fit and I stood in 
front of the mirror admiring myself for some time, 
getting hornier by the minute. Everything was ready, now 
it was just a matter of waiting.

Somehow I managed to doze off for a few hours although 
my stomach was churning in anticipation of what I was 
going to do. About 7 in the evening I got myself 
together and went in search of my 'little sparrow'.

The girl I'd given the money to the night before was 
back in the same place and she looked blankly at me as I 
approached, then smiled slightly as she remembered me. I 
sensed this would be easy.

"Hi again," I began "Haven't you got a home to go to?"

She shook her head sadly "Ran away."

I faked concern. "That's too bad, look, I hate to see a 
kid in distress, do you want to come for a meal?"

She looked at me suspiciously, I'd expected that but was 
banking on the fact I was a woman would overcome her 
doubts, and it did as the prospect of a free meal won 
her over. "Ok, but nothing else, yea?"

I feigned ignorance of what she was hinting at. "It's 
just a meal; you look like you could use it."

"Yea, I am pretty hungry." She stood up and followed a 
few steps behind me as I walked down the street. The 
next thing was going to be the trickiest. I turned my 
head as I walked.

"Look, I'm staying in a hotel just down there, do you 
want to go and have a bath before we eat?" (This was a 
genuine request on my part; if I was going to get up 
close and personal with her I wanted her clean and 
fresh.)

I knew this would probably get her alarm bells ringing. 
"Are you trying to pick me up?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you a lesbian trying to pick me up?"

I decided to answer this with an ultimatum, I tried to 
sound indignant and angry at the same time "I'm not a 
lesbian, and even if I was I'd hardly be into girls as 
young as you. I'm just trying to help you out but if you 
don't want to be helped then we'll just forget it." I 
turned to walk off hoping she would take the bait. 

She did. "No, wait, I'm sorry, it's just you never know 
who you can trust out here. A bath sounds great."

She caught me up and became over chatty to try and make 
amends for upsetting me, she told me her name was Emma 
and she claimed to be 16. When I raised an eyebrow at 
this she just shrugged, at a guess I'd say she was 14 at 
most.

As usual the hotel reception was deserted and I had no 
problem in getting Emma into my room unobserved. My God, 
I thought, was it really this easy to abduct someone?

I handed Emma my bath-robe and pointed her in the 
direction of the bathroom, I heard her lock the door 
(she really didn't trust me I smiled) and as the taps 
were running I slipped the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the 
outside of the room door and turned the key in the lock. 
I hid the hand-cuffs, ball-gag and knife under one of 
the pillows and sat on the bed, now it was just a matter 
of waiting.

Emma certainly took her time in the bath, which was 
understandable as she probably hadn't had one in ages 
and to have her so close was a terrible form of agony. I 
was hoping she'd come out in my bathrobe as that would 
be easier to remove than her clothes but nothing would 
be a major problem.

After what seemed an eternity I heard the lock turn and 
the door opened, I tried to act nonchalant but my eyes 
must have betrayed my sense of excitement as I noticed 
she was clad only in a towel.

"Thanks for that," Emma said, totally ignoring my lust-
filled eyes. "Is there a hairdryer here at all?"

I nodded in the direction of the dressing table and as 
she passed me I slid my hand under the pillow for the 
knife. Then I pounced.

I stood up and with one step was right behind her; I 
clamped one hand over her mouth and waved the knife in 
front of her face before pressing it lightly against her 
throat.

"Do exactly as I say and you won't get hurt, 
understand?"

She nodded and in the dressing table mirror I could see 
her eyes bulging in terror, I stepped backwards towards 
the bed pulling the scared girl with me, then, turning 
sideways I pushed her, face down on the bed and pinned 
her with my weight.

"One sound from you, and you're dead," It was an empty 
threat but she wasn't to know that. I lifted myself 
slightly off her. "Put your hands behind your back."

As she did so I grabbed the first pair of cuffs and 
clicked them onto her wrists.

"What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me."

I pulled her hair sharply. "I said no talking." Then I 
reached for the ball-gag and shoved it into her mouth, 
fastening it tightly behind her head before taking the 
last pair of cuffs and using them to bind her ankles 
together.

Now for the unwrapping, I thought, and gripping the 
towel I pulled it from her rolling her onto her side as 
I ripped it from her. I purred inwardly as I finally saw 
her fully naked, her breasts were pretty large for her 
age and there was a delightfully faint fuzz of pubic 
hair around her small pussy.

Her fear had now changed into impotent defiance and even 
though she was gagged I could tell she was making all 
sorts of threats against me. I decided a bit of 
psychological warfare was called for to enable me to 
reassert my dominance in the situation.

I picked up the knife and ran the blade lightly over her 
flat stomach, she tensed as the cold tip traced a 
pattern on her skin, she also shut-up very rapidly and 
the anger in her eyes was suddenly replaced by a more 
appealing (to me anyway) look of fear.

"I love to cut young little things like you," I murmured 
as I pressed the flat of the knife against her skin, "So 
are you going to be a good little girl and stay quiet?"

She whimpered her agreement, but the thrill I'd got from 
threatening her was so great that I continued to draw 
the knife over her bound body while at the same time I 
unbuttoned my jeans and started to play with my pussy 
with my free hand.

Now my lust started to take me over, I dropped the knife 
on the floor and let my hands roam all over Emma's 
captive young body, pushing and pulling her in different 
directions, rolling her onto her back and then onto her 
front, squeezing, pinching and slapping her pale, white 
skin which soon showed the red marks of the abuse I was 
inflicting on her. She was my 14 year old play-thing and 
I had all night to do any depraved act I could think 
off, and I could already think of quite a few.

First, though I needed to get naked but that took only 
seconds before I pressed my naked body against hers, she 
flinched and squirmed as I held her in a crushing 
embrace, loving the feeling of my breasts flattening 
against her freshly washed body. I ran my hand down her 
back and across her skinny bottom, raking the globes 
with my nails before slapping her thighs apart and 
pushing my fingers against her pussy. 

Instinctively she clamped her legs onto my hand to try 
and stop me probing any further but this only resulted 
in me pulling her hair sharply and ordering her to 
spread her legs again.

I whispered in her ear as I pulled her head back "I've 
got all night to do anything I want with you, and you'd 
better believe I'm going to."

I slipped just one finger inside her pussy but pushed it 
in as far as I could, her muffled shriek seemed to 
connect directly to my pussy and I ground my crotch 
against her leg for some quick relief.

Rolling her onto her back I turned my attentions to her 
developing breasts, pulling at one of her nipples 
savagely with my teeth while pinching the other with my 
finger and thumbs, twisting it as I pulled it as far as 
I could just to get off on Emma's anguished reaction. 

I let go of her bruised nipple and forced my finger into 
her pussy again, pressing it onto her little clit as I 
bit hard onto the soft flesh of her breast. I felt no 
wetness in her pussy which pleased me no end; the last 
thing I wanted was for her to enjoy it.

I pulled my finger out and lay on top of her, I needed 
to get my breath back after my initial assault and our 
eyes locked as I calmed down. Emma was actually quite 
pretty despite her tear stained face and puffy eyes and 
I stroked her hair and kissed her face and sucked on the 
ball gag. I could feel my very erect nipples pressing 
against her (undoubtedly sore) ones.

"Oh, my pretty little girl, you aren't very damp in your 
naughty little pussy are you?" I taunted her. "Don't 
worry I've got something to help with that."

I got off the bed and rummaged in my bag of toys for the 
tube of lube, I knelt on the bed next to her and 
squeezed a generous dollop of the cool, greasy gel onto 
my fingers. As I spread it over my right hand I mocked 
Emma's helplessness. "Ever been fisted, you naughty 
little tease?"

This produced the desired reaction and Emma screamed as 
best she could into her gag, although it sounded more 
like a drain clearing, and bucked her cuffed body in 
such a way that it only emphasised her plight, I rubbed 
my clit as I watched her, entranced.

I gently pressed my lubed fingers against her pussy 
lips, watching approvingly as her body jolted as if 
electrified. My finger tips easily slipped between her 
lips and I folded my fingers and thumbs under each other 
and slowly eased them inside Emma's tight pussy. 

She squirmed clearly in some pain as I continued to ease 
my hand inside her; all my fingers were now pressing 
against the inside of her small, tight pussy and she 
arched her back as a way of relieving the clear pain she 
was in, a small gurgle came from deep in her throat but 
that was her only reaction as I started to push my 
knuckle ridge inside her.

Inch by inch I inserted my whole fist inside her 14 year 
old pussy, and then I started to flex my fingers inside 
her, at the same time I began to rub my clit harder and 
harder as my excitement mounted as I stared transfixed 
as my wrist moved slowly in and out of Emma's pussy.

I didn't need to finger myself too much as the sight of 
me fisting the helpless teenager was enough to get me 
off and I came in a stunning fashion, my hand deep 
inside the girl shook and squeezed in spasms which 
produced more gurgles and tears from my captive.

As my climax subsided I began to ease my fist from 
Emma's abused pussy, the loud slurping noise it made as 
it withdrew was loud enough to drown out Emma's muffled 
sobs.

"There," I muttered, "That's opened you up a bit." I was 
still in a state of high sexual arousal and moved 
quickly for my next bit of fun.
Making sure she could see me through her tear filled 
eyes I made a long show of attaching the strap-on around 
my waist and smearing some lube up and down its shaft.

"Going to fuck you real good with this, you little 
tart," I taunted her, as I waved it up and down before 
climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between her 
spread knees. There was enough lube still in and around 
her pussy to help penetration and I slowly and 
deliberately placed the shiny tip between her puffy, 
swollen pussy lips. She jolted as she felt the tip of my 
phallus start to penetrate her.

I eased it into her and stretched out so I was lying 
right on top of her, my face close to hers. She tried to 
avoid my gaze but I slapped her face and told her to 
look at me.

The look of fear and despair in her eyes connected with 
my clit again as I started to push in and out of her, 
the pressure from the strap-on had a welcome effect on 
my clit also and as my thrusts got faster and faster the 
familiar pre-orgasm tingle started spreading through me.

I pushed in as deep as I could as I came, closing my 
eyes to permanently record in my mind the image of a 
teenager's frightened face as I fucked her.

I slumped downwards, my face nuzzling into her neck 
which I kissed passionately, before spitefully giving 
her a love-bite there.

I knelt up withdrawing my strap-on with a jerk which 
made Emma wince delightfully. I looked at the shaft 
hoping for some trace of blood, but it seemed little 
Emma hadn't been a virgin before tonight. I felt a bit 
let down by this but knew that one day I'd get to take 
some girl's virginity by force.

Still, it suddenly dawned on me; there was one, 
virginity of Emma's, I could almost certainly take. I 
rolled the sobbing girl onto her front and slipped an 
arm around her waist and hauled her bottom up into the 
air.  I slapped it a couple of times just for the hell 
of it, but that wasn't the main reason for me 
positioning her like this.

I reached for the tube of lube and once again smeared 
the my plastic cock, then with what was left on my 
fingers I smeared it onto the young girl's little anus

I placed the glistening tip of the strap-on against her 
tight, little hole and pressed against it using my body 
weight to push the shaft inside it. Emma gave a loud 
scream from behind her gag and I had to clamp a hand 
over her mouth to muffle her screams of agony.

Half inch by half inch I forced myself inside her tight, 
lubricated hole, it must have been painful for her, but 
the obvious distress she was in was like an aphrodisiac 
to me, occasionally I slapped her skinny bottom before 
pushing in some more.

Finally I was all the way in, my hips were pressed 
against her buttocks, I pushed against her again, just 
to remind her what I'd just done to her. Then I reached 
under her with my free hand and gave her small tits a 
vicious raking with my nails.

Finally, I felt sated. I eased myself out of her and 
pushed the crying girl onto her side and lay on my back, 
my body was still on fire but I was beginning to feel 
tired. I looked at Emma and realised that tied as she 
was she would still be capable of getting away while I 
slept, so with another set of cuffs I attached her 
ankles to her wrists thus leaving her in a hogtie. Then 
I threw a cover over us both and I, at least, fell into 
a deep sleep.

I woke up twice in the night and gave the hogtied 
youngster hard, brutal fuckings in her pussy and her 
arse. I was so fired up that when I got woken by the 
sunlight streaming through the window I did her for a 
third time. Her anus wasn't quite as tight as the night 
before.

I looked at the clock on the wall and realised I had 
about an hour to finish things off. Leaving Emma in the 
uncomfortable hogtied position she
'd been in for nearly 8 hours now I went for a quick 
bath, returning with her clothes which I dropped onto 
the floor next to her. I still couldn't resist 
exploiting her helplessness so I rolled her onto her 
back and gave her breasts a savage mauling with my teeth 
(the sight of the bruised flesh gave me a special 
tingle) while frigging her aggressively at the same 
time.

All through this she barely moved which I took as a good 
sign as it suggested she was 'broken', which would make 
my final withdrawal a lot easier.

I dressed and packed, then went down to Reception 
(deserted as usual) to settle my bill. I checked the 
clock again; my train was due to leave in 15 minutes. 
Time to let my captive go, I sadly concluded.

I returned to my room and took the knife from my bag and 
ran it lightly over Emma's throat.

"I'm going to untie you now, you scream and you will 
die, understand."

Her tired, red eyes blinked her understanding and I 
swiftly un-gagged her. She gulped at the fresh air, but 
made no other sound as I undid her various cuffs and 
shoving them in my bag made a rather undignified 
departure, leaving the girl to busy trying to rub some 
circulation back into her hands and feet to try and come 
after me.

I didn't care about that, in 15 minutes my train pulled 
out of the station and I was safe. All the way back to 
Cardiff my mind kept reliving the incredible night I'd 
just had; so much so that I had to go the loo twice to 
bring myself off.

If that was rape then I was definitely going to do it 
again, and soon.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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