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Authors name: Wing (eyemwing@teleport.com)
Story title : Jessica's Halloween
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Jessica's Halloween (M/g, rp, ped, 1st, intr, v, size)
By Wing (eyemwing@teleport.com)
***
Introduction: The girl in this story is real, nobody
else is. These events are completely fictitious and if
something similar happens anywhere tonight, I can't tell
the future, so I was not basing it on anything.
** All Hallows Eve
Jessica was getting ready to go trick or treating around
her neighborhood in the suburbs outside Los Angeles. She
had just gotten off the computer, talking to her
boyfriend, who she still playfully calls Wing at times,
the name he had gone by when she first met him over the
Internet over a year ago. Wing lived on the other side
of the country, and though they had never met, they both
felt a very strong love for each other. Wing was a year
older than her, and was very well made for a 13-year-old
boy.
She on the other hand, was far from perfect. She had D
cup breasts, and an absolutely massive rear end. Wing
enjoyed these traits, but she obviously didn't. She made
it no secret that she hated her body. Her face was still
childlike, and she was still short in stature. Her tits
and ass made her look fat, or so she thought. None of
the guys at her private school liked her, none would
even talk to her. But these guys were actually 11-year-
old boys that for some strange reason had no idea what
sex was all about. Catholic school brainwashing no
doubt.
Jessica had only learned about sex from another guy
online, who turned out to be a real jackass afterwards.
She had forgotten to sign off of Net-Meeting when she
closed off her computer, so unknown to her, Wing was
still watching her through her digital camera. He
watched as she slowly stripped naked, and walked across
the room to get a pair of white panties and a white bra.
She chose her most plain pair, and put them on out of
the view of the camera, what a disappointment. She then
walked back into view wearing them and carrying her old
cheerleading uniform. As she slipped into the uniform,
which had been form fitting two years ago when she had
last worn it, was now very tight and her breasts
strained against it and the once mid-thigh length skirt
was now almost too short. She'd have to take short
steps, she thought.
Wing was watching the whole time as she practiced
walking about her room, his hand stroking his member.
Little did he know that this was the last time he'd see
his love still innocent and unharmed.
"Mom, I need your help with the blood and makeup!" she
called, and her computer's microphone picked up.
"Coming," her mother yelled back, walking through her
bedroom door moments later toting a large makeup tray.
"This might take a while, sit down," her mother
instructed.
"Okay mommy," she said in her most childlike voice,
pulled her computer chair to the center of the room, and
plopped down in it.
Her mother then proceeded to shave off Jess' eyebrows
and open a bottle of red body paint. "Where do you want
the bullet hole?"
Giggling, Jessie answered "How about the middle of my
forehead?"
"Sure why not," her mom answered and began skillfully
creating one on her daughter's forehead with the dark
red paint, and making little trails of it down her head
and neck, staining the collar of her shirt. Wing had by
now left to go to a party and get high.
Turning little Jessica towards the mirror, her mother
asked "How's this so far."
"Oh my god, I look dead."
"Not quite yet. We're gonna make it look like you really
were killed," she stated while applying blue lipstick to
her daughter's lips, "why not stick a knife in you too?"
"Hehe, sure," she answered with a giggle.
By the time they were completely finished, Jessica
looked as though she had been beaten, raped, her clothes
torn, and a fake dagger stuck in a fake wound on her
left boob. Just before walking out the door to solicit
candy as a dead cheerleader, she slipped into her room
and took a picture of herself in full costume for her
boyfriend to see later. She then dashed out the door
alone, the first year her mother had allowed her to go
unattended.
** Trick or Treat?
Within half an hour she had visited everyone on her
block, and getting adventurous, she ventured across the
main road her block butted up against, into what had
always been forbidden territory for her. At the first
house, she received a couple pennies. At the second, a
teenaged boy answered the door and handed her a bag of
white powder.
She immediately recognized it as cocaine, but instead of
refusing she took it, and decided to try it, just a
little out of curiosity. As she finished that block, she
had received a free sample of heroin and another of pot,
complete with a lighter. As she approached the last
house, she wondered what lay inside this one.
A large Mexican man answered the door, and invited her
in. Jessie, like any good girl hesitated a moment, but
then stepped inside, as it was getting cold out and she
could use a little warming up. The man invited her to
his living room and instructed her to sit down while he
got some candy.
"Sure mister. I can't stay long though," she said still
keeping up the nice girl act.
"Alright little girl, here you go."
** The Goods
When she awoke, she didn't know where she was. Then it
all came flooding back to her. She felt a hard throbbing
pain in her head, and tried to rub it with her hands.
She couldn't her arms were bound. She suddenly became
aware that she was tied spread eagle on this man's bed,
still dressed in full costume. Her mother had convinced
her to remove the panties and shave her cunt before she
left, just in case she met any boys. She knew her mother
hadn't meant this, but had just wanted her daughter to
live on the edge a little bit.
She immediately realized how vulnerable this left her to
any advances onto her by this man. She pulled at her
restraints and violently thrashed around in the half
inch of movement she had in any direction, but quickly
tired. She then noticed another pain in her throat as
though she had been hit there as well.
Suddenly, her captor appeared in the doorway, naked, and
holding a knife. She immediately attempted to scream,
but could hardly get a squeak out of her injured neck.
What had he done to her? What was he GOING to do to her?
The large Mexican moved closer, and her eyes suddenly
locked onto his member. Almost 10 inches long, and only
just beginning to harden, it sent a lightning bolt of
lust up her spine, and then a wave of fear back down.
She lay there shivering and crying, her mind racing to
try to figure out if she was fertile on this day or not.
She attempted to say, "Please... I know what you're
going to do... But just please, use a condom," but
didn't manage to get anything out, but her lips moved.
"Hahaha, little girl can't talk?" he said as he moved
towards the bed, "Maybe some dick would help?"
Her shaved brows drew up and her eyes were huge and
empty with terror. Jessica strained against her bindings
determined to get free even if she lost her arms and
legs in the process.
She didn't get that far however, as her captor climbed
into bed and sat on her thighs, his fat prick laying out
over her crotch and stomach, slowly hardening into a
foot long monster. She just stared at it, terrified of
what it would do to her, but at the same time lusting
for the pleasure it might bring.
The large man slowly pulled back and positioned his
hard, brown prick at her most private place, that nobody
but her and her doctor had ever touched since she was 5
years old.
Suddenly, a blur of unbearable pain engulfed her as the
man slammed his entire prick into her in one violent
movement. She felt that she might split in two with this
monstrous thing up to the balls inside of her. Her hymen
wasn't even the most painful part. He had forced her
insides to stretch to accommodate him to the point where
her intestines had been misplaced by his prick. At
places she had nearly torn open, but had managed to stay
together, but barely.
Before she had even managed to regain vision, she was
overcome by another wave of pain as he began to fuck
her. His big balls slapping against her ass on every
stroke. The whole shaft being brought in and out of her
over and over. This all went on for almost fifteen
seconds before the large man suddenly slammed himself
hard against her and held it, nearly knocking her
unconscious.
At that same instant, she felt his cock begin jerking
inside of her, and felt what seemed to be liquid fire
filling her insides, and only after he had pumped her
full of his juices for a longer time than he had spent
humping her did he pull his cock out. It was covered in
blood and cum. She didn't know it yet as her eyesight
was still so badly blurred from the shock earlier.
He spent the next minute wiping it all off on her huge
chest, and then just as she regained control over
herself, she felt his cockhead against her asshole.
The look of terror that washed over her face was so
incredibly delicious, and he forced himself in once
again with a single stroke. He butt tore open around
him, her rectum giving way and her already lower
intestines stretched to the breaking point as the
intruder broke in.
Somehow, she remained on the edge of consciousness as
her rapist assaulted her backside. After a few seconds
there, he flooded her torn backside with his baby
juices, but she could not feel it, her lower body was
numb with pain. He pulled his pole out of that orifice
and once again wiped himself clean on her clothes. Shit,
cum and blood, a wonderful mess on such a wonderful
victim.
Jessie didn't care what he did to her now, she just
wanted him to get it over with and kill her. Her
assailant raised his prick to her mouth, and she
willingly took it in, hoping she'd choke to death on it.
She would have gotten what she wanted, but when she
gagged on his meat, she bit down on him, causing him to
scream and pull himself out.
She was then beaten, her teeth knocked out, her entire
body whipped and hit until she was just one big bruise.
** The Return
Her ordeal had been hard, but it'd just get harder. He
had dumped her back on the street, and she wandered for
hours until her uncle found her around midnight. She had
been hospitalized and patched up for her injuries. She
had placed a phone call from her hospital bed to Wing as
soon as she could speak once more. She still had four
more surgeries to be done before she'd be remotely back
to her normal self.
After successfully selling a computer he had built to
his school, Wing flew out to Jessie's bedside and they
spent their first real time together just crying. News
crews were in and out of the hospital room all day, this
was making big area news. Little did they know that soon
after the last crew left for the day, that it would
become a national news headline.
Four LAPD officers, all members of the SWAT team had
stolen MP5 assault rifles, a door breeching shotgun,
body armor, ammunition, and fragmentation grenades from
their headquarters and attacked and killed the man that
had done this to her. Little was left of him or the
house she had been raped in by the time they were
finished.
The cops gave up willingly but only lost their jobs,
nobody would dare attempt to prosecute for fear of
public backlash. Soon Wing and Jessica were on a
satellite feed with his hometown of Baltimore and being
interviewed by news reporters.
All this media frenzy just made things worse, but in the
end, after all had calmed down, enough money had been
sent to a fund set up at his parent's bank to allow him
to move in and go to school with his love.
Now they live peacefully together, still nursing
Jessie's wounds, both physical and emotional.
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