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Archive name: hallow16.txt (M/g, ped, v, rp, intr, size)
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.

END

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