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They Walk Among Us
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Perverted desires are common to no particular age-
group, genetic mix or social strata - but they ARE
common! This is no fairy-tale to be sure and will
probably disgust many readers. Let it stand though as a
warning - trust NO-ONE! (Mf, ped, v, nc, rp, 1st, mast)
***
He had never forgotten his father's advice. "Set your
mind on what you want son, pursue your dream to the
end. It's never gonna just walk up to you lad!" He was
forty-seven now and still that dream remained
unfulfilled - a distant oasis, a desert island in an
uncharted sea.
Andrew Raglan had dreamed of violently raping a girl
since he was a teenager. Not any girl mind. The girl of
his dreams - beautiful beyond mere worded parameters,
more desirable than Aphrodite herself and so wholly
innocent, butter could never melt in her mouth - it
would instead evaporate within that delicately soft
ingress.
The dream remained alive because destiny had yet to
place her in harm's way. There was no way of knowing he
reasoned, if she had even been born at this juncture.
All he knew is that she was uniquely his and that the
machinations of fate would take care of the minor
technicalities later. He would rape her, yes - but it
would be an elite humiliation. Her suffering must be
glorified and in her transfigured debasement he would
ensure she attained the rank of martyr - to his cause
at least!
Having amassed a plethora of academic achievements
since third grade, he had graduated with honors at an
early age. Consequent upon serving his internship at
Sinai in LA, Dr Raglan completed his Doctorate in
Applied Nuclear Physiology, becoming the nation's
youngest consulting surgeon in his field in seventy-
five years and with the plaudits came an
extraordinarily attractive young wife, a living
standard to rival Bill Gates and inevitably, one son
and two daughters - seventeen, sixteen and fourteen
years of age respectively. None of which it must be
said, impacted but momentarily on his darker
contemplations that had by now reached the stage of
minor disquiet if not early anxiety.
**
"Will that be all sir?" Just five words - enough though
to have sealed the poor girl's fate!
Dr Raglan looked up into the face that had uttered
them. But for the slightest of muscular tics in his
upper cheek, his demeanor gave nothing away.
"Yes, thank you... Roslyn," he smiled, looking at the
name badge pinned only centimetres above the
unobtrusive convexity of her left breast.
Pre-programmed cogs were clicking into place somewhere
within his cranial cavity. There was no doubt, it was
her.
"Beautiful" didn't cover it, she was exquisite! Angelic
in the most literal sense of the word, with utterly
delicate features that God obviously oversaw the
creation of personally. This was no assembly-line
replicant. Wonderfully animated little face that played
host to soft but oh! so kissable lips, high cheeks with
the lightest blush adorning them.
Those clear blue eyes proclaimed their owner's youth
and innocence while managing not to detract from her
flawless complexion and shining brown hair that,
curling softly to her shoulders, might in years to come
have provided a silky and sweet-smelling haven for many
future lovers to run their fingers through, whilst
whispering words of endearment into those shapely and
feminine little ear-lobes.
Even beneath the rather plain check-out uniform she had
obviously a most attractive body. Curved to perfection
in all the right places and packed within a compact,
five-three, one-twenty pound frame. She could have been
no more than fifteen or sixteen.
During the next three weeks, the good doctor made a
point of checking-out exclusively through aisle six.
The most skeletal of conversations with the girl not
only reinforced a two-way familiarity between them, but
added the pertinent information that she attended the
De La Salle College for girls in Ainsworth County, was
in fact sixteen, living at home and as yet without her
first boyfriend. He even discovered what hours she
worked and the bus route home she normally took.
When money is no object and in Andrew Raglan's case -
that was an understatement, illicit dealings are
considerably easier to organise. In the next month or
so a rather pretty little cottage on the outskirts of
town was added to his already bulging property
portfolio. It was the expansive cellar directly beneath
the kitchen - accessible by trapdoor, that had caught
his eye. Amazing what a couple of thousand bucks can do
to tizz up a room.
The rain was sleeting down as Roslyn made her way out
of the shop just a few weeks later. It was late fall
and she wanted to get home before dark. She opened up
the umbrella and stepped out on to the sidewalk. Having
taken little more than a couple of steps, a late model
BMW pulled alongside her, the near-side passenger's
window lowering itself.
"Hello Roslyn, could I give you a lift somewhere? Home
perhaps? Hardly the evening to be out walking in this
weather is it?" The face was both familiar and
friendly.
"Oh Hi Doctor Raglan," she breezed, having absolutely
no reason to doubt his integrity. "The bus stop is just
a few blocks if that's OK?" he opened the door for her
and she slid in, almost snapping a couple of the
umbrella's spindles as she closed the door hurriedly.
"Look I can easy drop you home sweetie," he offered,
"You live in Cranstone Valley I think you said?...
that's only ten minutes from my own house."
"You sure it's not out of your way?" she asked softly.
"So ultimately polite," he was thinking... "Of course
not," he told her. "Can't have you getting sopping wet
in this rain can we?"
Even now, the wipers were at full throttle in their
quest to maintain a decent view forwards. The
occupants' combined body-heat however was beginning to
cause a build-up of mist on the inside of the vehicle's
windscreen.
Just having the girl seated within groping range was
enough to flip his switch. Already, hazy images of
Roslyn's cruelly abused body lying beneath him and her
easily-imagined pleas for mercy were igniting his
ardor. He had to remain in control, he just had to.
"Have you ever let a boy put his hand in your panties?"
he asked her suddenly as if it were the most normal
question in the world.
The girl blushed bright red... "What????" she
stammered... "N-n-no, of course not," she squeezed
out... her mind suddenly a maelstrom of desperate
confusion.
"It figures," he murmured, "Cute little girls like you
don't have sex until you're married do they? Bet you've
never even said "fuck": have you?" His eyes were still
on the road ahead.
"You'd better let me out please, I want to walk," she
said, her pretty voice shaking, "You can just drop me
at these lights right here," she added, moving across
to open the door as the car slowed to a crawl. Try as
she might however, the handle would not engage. So
heavy was the rain now you could barely see ten yards
ahead - there was no-one around.
"Child-proof locks sweetheart," he grinned, "No way to
open that door." The car began to accelerate away from
the crossing.
"I don't want you to take me home," she half-sobbed..
"Just let me out."
"I'm sorry Roslyn," he smiled across at her. "I
shouldn't have been talking about your sexy little
panties should I? Very rude of me. Anyway... I'm not
taking you home - well least not to your home for a
while?" He stared ahead, navigating with care.
She looked around in desperation. How could this be
happening to her? Of all people in the world, she
thought she would have been safe with this man.
"Where are you taking me then?" she asked, her voice
quivering
"It's a surprise," he answered. "You'll really like
it!" So saying he leaned across and before she could
instigate the most basic of defense tactics, he slipped
a hand right up beneath her skirt and with his middle
finger, traced the indentation of her vaginal lips
right down between her legs. She forced his hand out...
too shocked even to scream.
"Very nice m'dear," he muttered approvingly. "One very
hot little pussy by the feel of it. Do you flirt with
your daddy Roslyn?... imagine him fucking you perhaps?
Pretty sure my eldest daughter - she's your age by the
way" - has the hots for me some nights. Probably time I
did something about that come to think of it. Damn
right I should!"
Just the thought suddenly of sixteen-year old Rachel
stretched out in the back seat there, giggling madly as
he probed the softness up between her legs, caused him
to shiver with mad desire.
Crying now, she just clutched her bag and umbrella to
her, looking desperately for a way out of her
unheralded threatening situation. Neither spoke for
several minutes. It wasn't until she noticed the Beamer
slowing to negotiate what looked like a quite steep
driveway that she slipped into a serious funk.
She watched helplessly as the steel roller-door
admitted the black sedan, closing almost noiselessly
behind them. Lights came on automatically and she could
see just ahead of the car, another door that obviously
was designed to give internal access to the house.
Exiting the car, Dr Raglan walked around to the
passenger's side and held the door open. "After you my
dear and please, no contrived heroics - there's no way
out of here without either a key or a swipe-card... and
I'm afraid I have both."
Having but little choice, she got out of the car, more
than aware of his lustful appraisal of her young body,
semi-protected as it was by her outer jacket. He used a
key to open the connecting door and she found herself
led into a small hallway. As if reading her earlier
thoughts he said to her,
"Why not take that wet-weather jacket off Roslyn,
there's no rain forecast for inside the house."
"I'll keep it on thanks," she replied, with not a
little vehemence.
Fully unprepared for such, his vicious backhander sent
her sprawling to the floor. Far from dredging up any
compassion, all he saw was the girl's skirt riding well
up her thighs. Was that just the slightest crescent of
light blue cotton panties he could see skulking there?
"When you address me - keep a civil tongue in your head
missy," he railed at her. I'm forty-seven - you're
sixteen... remember that!"
Never having been exposed to such violence, the young
girl sat up holding the right side of her face where a
trickle of blood now exited her mouth at the corner.
She began sobbing in total dread of what lay in store
for her. Pulling the girl to her feet he removed her
jacket and as calmly as you please, placed a hand on
her right breast which he began to lewdly fondle as she
wriggled in embarrassment. Between his legs, multiple
.exe files were preparing to launch his never-used rape
software.
Tying her wrists behind her back now with cable-ties he
had earlier had the presence of mind to leave on the
work-bench, he pushed the girl into a high-back chair.
"Don't you move that sexy little ass 'till I tell you,
OK?"
She then watched in complete panic as he pulled up the
trap-door beneath which she could see stairs leading
downwards. Flipping a switch somewhere, she could make-
out now some sort of room that looked and smelt like it
had recently been renovated. Propelling her to her
feet, he instructed her to descend the stairs. Sensing
this was her last chance for rescue she began screaming
but found her endeavors stymied by a strong hand flush
across her mouth.
"Plenty of opportunity to scream your pretty little
face off down there Roslyn," he hissed, dragging her to
the trap-door. "Matter of fact, I want you to scream -
as much as you like!"
As the trap closed above her, she sensed there was to
be no rescue. She was going to have to ride this out -
whatever he had planned for her and that really didn't
take too much deductive logic - even for a naïve
sixteen-year old schoolgirl.
"You're going to rape me aren't you?" she asked almost
casually as he removed the clamped hand from across her
mouth, taking in simultaneously the fact that the room
contained simply a double-bed and some peripheral
furniture including a gigantic plasma television on the
far wall.
"That I am sweetheart," he replied. "Matter of fact, I
don't even think we need those wrists of yours tied
behind your back... detracts from the overall reality
of the moment." He moved behind her and undid the ties,
before pushing her roughly on to the bed.
She gasped in surprise but had little time for further
contemplation as he sat down beside her on the bed and
tried to kiss her. Pushing him away in disgust she
tried to get up.
"That's the spirit," he laughed, "Now let's see what a
sweet and innocent little thing like you keeps hidden
under her skirt?" So saying, he forced a hand between
her legs causing the hemline to inch its way above her
knees. The softness of her inner thighs and the heat
resident there was impacting on his lust and he began
rubbing her panties with a fervor.
"God, if this wasn't worth the twenty year wait," he
mumbled, clearly aroused by Roslyn's struggles.
"Pleeaase don't... " she sobbed as his hand slipped
beneath the thin cotton and began prising her virginal
lips apart.
"Fuck this - I want to see what I'm doing," he said.
Then in one dexterous move, he ripped her skimpy
panties down to her ankles and pushed her skirt clear
of her waist. For just a moment, the sight of her
youthful vagina so wholly exposed, together with the
proliferation of tight little brown curls on nearby
sentry-duty, blew his mind. He began rubbing her the
length of that wonderfully hot little slit - revelling
in such forbidden sensations. Futilely pleading with
him to let her go, she failed to realise that all this
was achieving was to arouse him further.
He could hold off no longer.
Prostrate across her now, he unzipped his fully erect
partner-in-crime and placed the head at the girl's
sacred portal. She cried out at her impending fate.
With little finesse but considerable zeal one might
say, Dr Raglan simply thrust up hard against the
teenager's up-till-then dutifully preserved hymen. It
was definitely a case of pleading "no contest."
Roslyn screamed as the cruel intruder tore away the
flap-of-a-lifetime and lay there sobbing and open-
mouthed in horror as she felt the most unwelcome of
penile thrusts intrude upon the sanctity of her most
private bodily orifice. Worse - it was her fertile
period she knew and the thought of her falling pregnant
merely added to the hopelessness of the situation.
Despite it all, she could feel her body responding to
the rape and even if only an automatic reaction to
lessen the discomfort - she knew she was wet down
there.
Sensorily overloaded, Raglan was grunting like a
Neanderthal as he fucked the slight form beneath him.
Seizing the girl's top he simply ripped the material
all the way to her belly fully exposing her matching
light blue bra. As she cried out in pain and
embarrassment he leered at her predicament and began
fondling both breasts with a passion.
"Bet your daddy would like to have a play with these
little mounds," he teased her, pulling both free of
their soft cups as he spoke. She winced as he squeezed
one nipple and pulled the other. She could feel him
swelling inside her.
Aware of his imminent ejaculation, he started
penetrating her with such force she began to scream
anew. Watching as her small breasts shook like jelly
beneath his thrusts, he drove right off the cliff edge
itself.
With a roar of what amounted to two decades' pent-up
frustration, he then emptied his very best vintage deep
inside that virginal cavity spraying the walls with
super-heated gel. The girl's body was crushed beneath
her unchosen partner and even as he withdrew gasping
for breath, she just lay there, legs still apart -
sobbing for that which could never return.
Far from quelling his carnal lust however, all the rape
had achieved was to feed his elitist desires. There was
yet so much more humiliation to heap upon this innocent
- getting her naked for one thing!
Whilst she yet murmured and sobbed, cupping her
ruptured pussy as she was with both hands, he rolled
her over on to her tummy and was presented immediately
with a new visual challenge - a rounded and sexy little
sixteen-year old bottom. Swiftly unhooking the skirt he
discarded the item whence it joined her panties on the
carpet beside the bed.
Ripping her tattered blouse and bra free of her body as
she moaned and begged not to be stripped, it was the
work of but a few seconds until she lay there
completely nude and any way you look at it... a fully
awesome sight with a few filmy strings of his cum
oozing out of her abused pussy and down her inner
thighs. All he was seeing was that curvy little bum!
The first smack wasn't designed for pain - more of an
exploratory nature and an opportunity to just watch
those hot little cheeks jiggle in response.
"A while since your daddy paddled you I'm thinking?" he
muttered, delivering a second spank to the other cheek.
"What he'd give to see his little girl right now eh?
Getting it from a surgeon of all people too. He'd be so
hard watching this Roslyn, I figure he'd be fucking you
every night until he died."
The third spank was brutal. The young girl screamed
"No... please... stop it... that hurts badly!" as she
tried to cover her backside with her hands. By the
sixth smack she was crying her eyes out and her bottom
crimson with his handprints. Still he beat her,
occasionally allowing his hand to creep beneath her
chest so he could take a hold of one or both breasts
and squeeze them till she screamed at him to let them
go.
Almost unconscious with the pain, she felt herself
dragged by the hips to the edge of the bed.
"I have just the perfect treatment for a nasty sore
bottom young lady," he teased her, parting her legs as
he stared at his reddening handiwork. "A nice little
pussy fucking - doggie style."
Even as she half-stirred to initiate some futile
resistance, he had his erection back in hand - fully
restored to its original swollen glory. Inserting it
between the folds of her gaping vaginal lips he pushed
in so hard, her face was forced into the coverlet. This
time, he took her like an animal - grunting and fawning
over her, even dribbling with lust over her bottom as
he plundered that which was never his to plunder.
Roslyn screamed out as his penetrations became
unbearably deep. Sadly she discovered she could only
lessen the pain by spreading her legs wider and this of
course can only give a committed rapist, quite the
wrong idea. Mercifully, Dr Raglan was unable to prolong
"completion" as it were, and not two minutes later,
spurted his second seminal donation far up inside her
butchered cavity.
"You are such a hot little cunt sweetheart," he told
her, patting her scarlet bottom as she lay draped
across the edge of the bed fully expended. "Don't mind
me using the word "cunt" do you? After all that's what
it is." As he spoke, he pushed his hand roughly up
between her legs once more, crudely fingering the
girl's abused vagina.
"You can call it that yourself if you want to," he
added, a debauched smile flitting across his face.
The intrusion of his digit caused further cum to
trickle out of her, still tinged as it was with traces
of blood. He sat down beside her for a moment allowing
his respiratory rate to even out while he watched the
demeaning spectacle.
"Now, I have something in the way of a little
entertainment for you Roslyn," he grinned. "Kind of in
keeping with the mood of the situation." Shucking off
his trousers and underpants he walked across to the
Plasma screen and pressed a few buttons. "Paid a lot of
money for this - so try to show some appreciation
please." He eased her over on to her back and pulled
her up until she was laying on his chest, flush up
against the bed-head.
The fact that she was naked, barely registering with
her any longer. Her pussy was visibly swollen now and
both breasts so sore from his constant and fully
unwanted touch. Soft as the coverlet was, her bottom
was on fire still. It was only the fact that she wanted
revenge on this degenerate that kept any shred of
sanity present within her chronically depressed mind-
set.
The images appearing now on-screen did little to
increase Roslyn's hope for an early release from her
unenviable predicament.
A young girl, some years younger than herself even, was
being shepherded into what looked like a rather untidy
bedroom by four men, all well into middle-age. The girl
looked terrified and kept asking them to let her go. It
was obviously not being "acted" as such... no-one's
that good Roslyn was thinking to herself. Dressed in
her school uniform she couldn't have been much more
than thirteen or fourteen.
This was quickly confirmed when one of the men seized
the girl from behind, pinioning her arms behind her
back, while two others ripped her school blouse open
and worked her tiny breasts free of the little white
bra. The girl began sobbing and crying out for her
father.
"Nothing sexier than a really young girl's tits," Dr
Raglan muttered, beginning to fondle once again, those
of his captive audience. "Don't you agree Roslyn?" He
began pulling her bare nipples which, being as sore as
they were, caused her to wriggle in extreme discomfort.
On screen, one man was beginning to suck the girl's
nipple hard while the others cupped and rubbed her
other mound with insensitive lust. The fourth man
meanwhile had commenced feeling the girl up from neck
to knee, one hand sliding obscenely down across her
hips and bottom, then up between her legs where he was
obviously now rubbing or fingering her panties while
she wailed forlornly.
At the point they pushed her backwards on the bed and
started pulling her panties down while she pleaded for
help, Roslyn looked away, crying now herself.
"Watch the screen, I told you" Dr Raglan ordered,
forcing her head up. "This is the best part." She was
disgusted to feel his erection pressing now into her
lower back, as his hands, observing free license, began
to traverse her hips, on the way to her vagina where he
freely began fingering her pussy crudely, emulating the
suffering of the young girl on the bed.
As the first man worked his way between the youngster's
legs, easing them apart, to show the camera an almost
hairless slit, an innocent little receptacle cruelly
exposed to a world of lust years before its time,
Roslyn could hear Dr Raglan's grunts of perverted
indulgence behind her as his free hand was obviously
occupied in hedonistic pleasures. Just seconds after
the screen rapist thrust up inside the hapless teenager
as she screamed in pain and embarrassment, she felt him
push her off his chest.
"Get on your knees Ros, I want to jerk-off over your
sexy little butt. Do it NOW!" he cuffed her hard across
the back of the head as she hesitated.
Under threat of duress, she crawled on to all fours.
Tears streamed down her face as she watched the poor
girl on screen suffer the first of four agonising
rapes. Behind her, Dr Raglan was beating off in a
vocalised. frenzy, and no sooner had the first man cum
in the sobbing girl's virginal orifice than she felt
two fingers forced hard up inside her own pussy
followed by a hot stream of something that definitely
wasn't caramel topping, snaking across her bottom and
lower back.
The terrible images and sounds of the young girl's
sexual debasement faded suddenly as Roslyn's captor
used the remote to switch the TV off.
"I need a rest Roslyn," he told her. "Maybe you could
use a break too?" He laughed at his own joke. "I'm
gonna leave you untied down here, 'cause there's no way
out except through the trap door - and I'll be in the
kitchen. There's a small bathroom over there - he
indicated a door in the far wall to the left of the bed
- so you can go freshen up. Even put your hot little
bra and panties back on if you want.
"Oh and if you want to watch any more of that "Days of
Our Rapes" disc - I'll leave the remote here for you."
He grinned at her. "Hey, if you're a really good girl,
I might even fix you a sandwich and a soft drink...
To be continued...
c) Peter_Pan 2006
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