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Hard Day In The Hot Sun
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Having zero conscience makes it so easy. Nothing to
stifle the creativity. The Bolton brothers had always
been bad news and on this particular day, that fact
alone was simply bad luck for fourteen-year-old Kirsty
Mitchell, on her way to school. Just another young girl
in the right place at the wrong time. (MM/f-teen, ped,
nc, rp, v, 1st)
***
They had followed her sight unseen for a couple of
days. The two minutes during which time she crossed the
small park fronting Brewer Avenue, presented an
unrepeatable opportunity.
As she crossed to the narrow footpath skirting the
eastern side of the park, she subconsciously noticed
the dark van and the two workman clipping the hedge. It
was really too hot for school she mused, how cool would
it be at the beach today instead? She was still
belaboring the fantasy when a strong hand clamped
itself across her mouth and an arm of equal strength
encircled her waist. Scarce five-two barefoot and
sleight of build, she was lifted bodily and heaved
unceremoniously into the van. The rear doors slammed
shut and as the first scream formed in her throat,
Kenny Bolton put a knife to her cheek.
"I don’t THINK so!" was all he said. Not sixteen
seconds had elapsed!
She sat on the floor of the van terrified. "Where are
you taking me?" she stammered.
"Anywhere we fucking feel like sweetheart!" replied
Kenny. "Just don’t go worrying that pretty little head
of yours about it is all. Mick and I’ll treat ya good –
have NO fear of that girlie." He gestured towards her
top. "Seein’ as how we might be a while gettin’ to
where we’re going, what say you undo that cute little
top and get your tits out for me love?"
Kirsty gasped, and hugged herself.
"Whoa, we got a shy one here Mick," he looked back
towards his brother behind the wheel. "We got ourselves
some re-educatin’ to do bro!" He turned back to her.
"How old are you babe?"
"Fourteen," she whispered plaintively. "Please don’t
hurt me!"
"HURT you love?" he grinned at her. "We ain’t gonna
hurt you babe, we aim to make you feel real good –
don’t we bro?" He glanced behind his back once more as
his brother replied. "Too right Ken, first-class all
the way...specially for a fourteen-year old." Both
brothers guffawed although he kept the knife in full
view of her petrified face.
"Ya got a name kid?" he asked her, staring intently at
her pert little breasts and feeling that surge of
desire that cute young schoolgirls never failed to
arouse in him.
"Kirsty," she replied barely audibly and lowering her
glance to her lap as she smoothed her skirt down, her
legs firmly together.
He studied her. They had hit the jackpot with this one
all right. Beautiful hot little teenie. Full uniform
too – what a bonus! Short tartan skirt, crisp white
blouse and tie, white socks black shoes...he could only
wonder about underneath? Unlike the fucking pretend
schoolgirl wannabes on the net, most of which were
nearer twenty-eight on a good day, this here was the
real mccoy, even her fear was adding to the
anticipation. Oh, he had plans for her alright!
"OK Kirsty, well now about those cute little tits," he
waved the knife theatrically, "I really must insist
here – either you show them to me, or I get them out
myself. What’s it to be?"
She looked around desperately but God simply wasn’t on
site that morning. She knew she was trapped with
absolutely no way out.
Resignedly she removed the tie, undid the top few
buttons of her blouse and Ken’s eyes widened as her
tight little beige-colored bra was exposed. He wondered
if the panties matched?
"Nice," he said to her, "Please, continue!"
The bra was a front-loader and as she unhooked the
clasp he felt his mouth drying up. She let it gape
open, blushing bright red as both breasts were three
quarters revealed. He sat there ogling her. Transfixed
by the firm and smooth mounds, crested by the merest
buds of light brown nipples, he leant across and held
the bra cups aside so that her breasts were fully
uncovered. He whistled softly.
"Jesus Mick she’s soo hot man. Definitely an all-day
job!"
Kirsty began to sob but Kenny moved towards her and
forcing her back against the rear bulkhead lowered his
head and began to fondle her breasts and nipples. She
tried to struggle and fend him off but merely succeeded
in arousing him more.
"Hey bro," yelled out Mick "I gotta concentrate on
driving here man – leave some for me."
"’Nuff here for half a dozen guys Mick old son, don’t
get ya balls in a twist."
He started to suck her now, drawing deeply on her right
nipple. She was wriggling and disgusted by his unwanted
attention. He grabbed her left breast and began
squeezing it as he drew down harder now. She was
horrified to feel both nipples becoming erect beneath
his lips and fingers. He felt it too.
"The little bitch is getting hard Mick." He called
back, "I think she likes it!"
As she struggled defiantly but uselessly, he glanced
down and saw her skirt riding up. He pushed his hand up
between her thighs and groped the smooth satiny skin.
She tried to close her legs but he was persistent and
moving upwards allowed his hand to brush the front of
her panties.
She gasped and tried to push his hand away. Leaning
back he slapped her hard across the face which brought
an end to the struggling. She was crying now as he
began feeling her up around her pussy. Rubbing the
front of her panties the outline of her young and
obviously tight little vulva was all to obvious. He
pushed his fingers in a fraction and felt the length of
her slit.
"Nooooo, don’t, please!" she whimpered. She may as well
have asked a lion not to scratch her!
Pulling her to her knees, he let his hand slide well up
between her legs now until he could feel her panties
curving up beneath her bottom. Pushing a finger inside
the hem he made direct contact with her dark curls
which framed that which he desired but as yet had not
seen.
She was breathing hard and tensed as he slipped a
finger in her. She gasped out loud as his digit
violated her young pussy and was soon joined by a
second compatriot both of which explored her
mercilessly. She felt the pressure as he struck the
hymen.
"Well well Kirsty," he said, you HAVE been a good girl.
Seal not broken huh? You know what this is called don’t
you sweetheart?" He rubbed her labia and separated the
damp lips.
"My pussy..." she whispered, almost as an afterthought.
"Oh you can do better than THAT sweetheart," he
grinned. I’m sure a fourteen-year old has heard the
proper word. C’mon tell me girl... what’s this called?"
Again he fingered her inside her panties.
"Don’t make me say it." She pleaded... "Please..."
"I’m losing patience Kirsty," he said "And you really
don’t want me to do that right now, believe me! Now SAY
it."
"My c-cunt," she whispered.
"See?" he was looking directly at her, "Now how easy
was that? Ya got it...its your hot little cunt indeedy.
Bet you’ve thought about some boy’s hot little cock in
it too, haven’t you?"
She shook her head.
"Oh, sure you have kid. Most like when you’ve been
friggin' yourself thinking about your daddy coming in
to kiss you goodnight and going that one step further.
All girls think about fucking their daddy... even the
"good" ones!"
To her horror, he then pulled out his erection. "Suck
it Kirsty," he demanded, one hand still up between her
legs. "I can't," she replied. "I've never done that to
a boy."
"Well then," he smiled at her, "Here's your big moment
- now SUCK me!." He brandished the knife threateningly
in the direction of her neck.
She almost gagged as she closed her lips around the
head. Acting purely on instinct, she sucked and rubbed
him as he sat there watching her intently. It was
probably her very inexperience that made it so
arousing, not to mention seeing a young girl with a
cock in her mouth for the first time. The harder she
sucked the more he rubbed her between her own legs. As
he built to orgasm, she increased the tempo and knowing
she'd have to swallow it, steeled herself.
"Fucking hell," he let out as he came in her mouth.
"Take it all Kirsty," he ordered her, the last remnants
splattering on to her cheek.
Just then, the car veered to the right and she felt it
pull up somewhere. Mick killed the motor.
"Here already Mick?" enquired Ken of his brother.
"Cooly dooly bro."
The rear doors were wrenched open and the sudden
inbound light temporarily blinded her. Behind Ken’s
brother she could see trees and a panorama of what
looked like rural countryside.
"Five hundred acres sweetie," said Kenny, "And we own
every last one of the suckers. What do you think about
that?"
She sat there, idly hooking her bra up and pulling her
skirt down.
"Be our guest sweetness," muttered Mick. "Be real fun
getting it all off you again I reckon." The brothers
laughed in unison. "You know what else kid? You can
scream your heart out for as much as you want...vain’t
no-one gonna hear you for miles!"
They pulled her roughly from the rear tray. "Hey, go
choose a spot you like kid... we’ll be with you
shortly."
Mick turned to close the van doors and Ken retrieved
the keys from the ignition. Turning on her heel she
ran. She heard their laughter behind her as she headed
for the cover of what appeared to be the edge of a
small forest. Running as fast as her small frame could
muster, she held her own... for maybe two minutes.
Looking back, she missed her footing however, tripped
and went sprawling. Her skirt was torn on some loose
rocks dotting the landscape and she grazed her leg.
Lying face-down on the slight incline she looked up as
the two shadows covered her prostrate form.
"Spirited little thing ain’t she?" said Kenny, as he
cruelly delivered a kick to her bottom. The pain made
her cry but she had more to worry about moments later
as he used the toe of his boot to lift her skirt up
towards her hips. She gasped as his brother knelt down
and began feeling-up her bottom.
"Cute little bum she’s got bro," he muttered, "Lets
have a good look at it!" having said which he tugged
her panties half way down her legs. She gasped as she
felt herself exposed.
"Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about," said Kenny, ogling
her curvy little backside. He slipped both her shoes
off and tossed them aside. She noticed some blood from
her graze had dripped on to her new socks. It was soo
hot out in the direct sun. At that moment she found out
just HOW hot!
"Enough of this crap Mick," he said. "Hold the little
cunt tight!"
As Mick pulled her up onto his lap he pinioned her
arms. She knew he would be staring down her top trying
to see her nipples. At that moment, Kenny just tore her
panties off, prised her legs apart and extricated what
looked to her to be a huge erection. She screamed as he
held it at the entrance to her pusst.
"Please don’t rape me," she pleaded uselessly.. "I’m
still a virgin."
"Not for long kid," grinned Mick. "Kenny will fix you
right up as far as that little problem’s concerned."
She thrashed about as he began to penetrate her.
Uncaring as to Mick’s hands down inside her bra, all
she felt was this pain opening her up like a can-
opener. Her struggles and youthful innocence inflamed
his passion and Ken pushed into her pussy as hard as he
could. The hymen gave way as she screamed out in pain,
anguish and embarrassment. Fluid filled her pussy and
looking down, she saw besides his cock thrusting deeper
into her...blood trickling now from her abused pussy.
Her tears would have rendered a more compassionate man
to stop.
Ken was on automatic though, grunting as he rode out
his carnal desires and need to dominate. "Fuck, Fuck"
he yelled as he felt his orgasm rising. "Gonna fill her
cunt Mick, hold her tight." Even at the point of
ejaculation he was pistoning into her. Michelle felt
the hot jet as it struck her internal walls. He was
still pumping it in as she fainted.
She opened her eyes and her first thoughts were "why
were her breasts vibrating like that?" She was
completely naked, looking up momentarily she noticed
her arms were tied behind her to a couple of saplings.
Her body felt bruised, and battered. Her grazed leg was
hurting her too.
As to the question of why her breasts were vibrating –
it might have had something to do with Mick kneeling
there between her legs raping her repeatedly. She
focussed on her lower body and watched as, like his
brother, he was just thrusting his cock as far into her
body as he could. She guessed correctly, that they had
raped her continuously while she was still unconscious.
He came in her again as she watched mechanically the
cum trickling out of her as he withdrew.
"Fuck it Kenny," said Mick, "I’m out of fuel... that
was my third."
"And we haven’t even fucked her in the ass yet," added
Ken somewhat whimsically. "Ain’t no way we'll be
passing on that one bro, five’ll get ya ten there
buddy!"
"Yeah well if we don’t get her out of the direct sun
man, she’s gonna be toast is what she is." Mick started
to cut the ropes near her wrist "C’mon, lets get her up
to the house Kenny."
As they pulled her to her feet fully naked, she felt
the full effects of what they had done to her. Blood
and cum liberally mixed, ran out of her pussy and down
her thighs. Her legs could not support her and looking
down, her once unmarked breasts displayed the full
spectrum of the abuse heaped upon their tender
fourteen-year old timeline. Bruising, finger marks,
even streaked cum were highly visible. She sobbed tears
of despair at the hopelessness of her situation. She
wanted her mum and dad...and an Uzi, to put these two
cretins out of her misery.
Half carrying, half dragging the battered schoolgirl to
their third-world bathroom, they ran a hot shower and
dragged her in with them. Despite the continued abuse
and the utter degradation of the situation at hand,
there was no denying the recuperative effects of hot
running water. In a semi-haze, she was aware of their
soaping up her breasts, her pussy and her rear-end.
She saw that both still had what must be full-time
erections and just murmured as first one held her up
while the other one raped her, then the other.
Incredibly she noticed that her own nipples were fully
erect as the rapes continued. After what must have ben
almost thirty minutes they took her out and laid her
down on a bed that looked like anthrax spores at the
very least, must be breeding there.
Lying face down she felt her hips raised and a pillow
shoved beneath her. She squealed as one of the brothers
commenced rubbing something up between her crack, as
his finger slipped into her most taboo of channels she
knew what awaited her. "Please... please don’t do this
to me," she begged, knowing now the futility of her
words.
Still the finger piled something into her and she felt
the stickiness right down between her legs. Kenny
mounted her from the rear and as his cock intruded into
that last bastion of a young girl’s privacy, she sobbed
quietly. At such a tender age, the rear passage really
isn’t designed for such a rude awakening and to Kirsty
it felt like they were gutting her with a rusty drain-
pipe.
She knew he had cum in her if only because he slid off
and Mick took his place. As he followed his brother’s
well worn trek, she felt his cock penetrating her
cruelly. Whether or not he was the more depraved, she
had no way of knowing but Mick negotiated his own
prime-time satisfaction by spanking her bottom hard
between each thrust. She had, she guessed, a bright red
backside by the time he filled her to overflowing once
more.
Most likely on account of wanting to strip her later –
a twinge of merciful benevolence was hardly likely –
but they allowed her to put her bra and knickers back
on.
Hurt, exhausted, raped and alone, she lay there crying
softly. At the mercy of two fully-fledged degenerates,
she wondered if she would ever see her parents again.
Indeed, she wondered if she would even see tomorrow?
END?
(c) Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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