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They Walk Among Us - Part II: Fantasy's End
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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The concluding episode to the 2006 story "They Walk
Among us" (Directory 41). This is not a pleasant tale
of lost innocence but a young girl's struggle for
survival in the face of hopeless odds. (Mf, ped, nc,
rp, 1st, voy)
***
Author's Note: I had never planned on writing the
sequel to this story, first published more than
eighteen months ago. Nor would I have done so except
for the fact a particular young lady literally begged
me to write it for her very recently. The original
story was not well received by readers generally, on
account of its extreme violence and subject matter, I
doubt this fares any better. It has long since amused
me however, the numbers of visitors to various sex
sites who read my stories through, before expressing
their subsequent indignation at the content.
In order to maintain a cohesive storyline, it is
essential one reads "They Walk Among Us" first. This
may be found in Directory 41.
***
THEY WALK AMONG US - PART II: FANTASY'S END
Slowly regaining her feet, the girl tearfully retrieved
her bra and panties. The blouse, torn but still
technically serviceable she picked up as an
afterthought, along with her skirt. Her legs shaky in
the extreme still, she gingerly cupped her vaginal area
with her right hand, wincing as she made contact with
the outer lips. Walking, further highlighted the
indelicate treatment meted out to the former virgin,
while the abuse heaped upon her rear-end was cruelly
evidenced by the scarlet hue lingering there. Reaching
behind her, she gasped as she realized just how sore
the spanking had left her bottom.
She could hear her captor crossing the kitchen floor
overhead and decided that whatever lay in store for
her, a shower might restore some vestige of pride. She
glanced downwards, feeling yet more of her abuser's
semen leaking down the inside of her thigh. The
question of pregnancy had not even yet occurred to her.
Leaving her clothes alongside the sink she stepped into
the shower recess and eased both taps on slowly. The
soothing effect of the warm and revitalizing cascade
was immediate. For a few moments she just stood there
allowing the torrents to wash away the pain and sticky
residue. Although the heat stung her rear cheeks and
swollen vulva, causing her to cry-out momentarily, the
gradual relief was indescribable. After a few minutes,
she began soaping up her quite small breasts and
discovered that they too, following their aggravated
manhandling, reacted unfavorably to touch. She then
allowed her hands to encroach on the tender area
between her legs where the least contact proved to be
something less than enjoyable also.
Finding both shampoo and conditioner in the wall
receptacle, she made use of both and by the time she
stepped out of the shower was feeling considerably
improved body-wise. Dressing herself – for however
brief a time that may remain – she then used the
hairdryer that had been left plugged in to the wall
socket, to complete her rest-room make-over.
She had no sooner walked out of the bathroom and sat
down on the side of the bed, when the good doctor put
in an appearance. Descending the stairs to the basement
he carried a large tray.
"Figured you could use some refreshment Roslyn. Rape
takes a lot out of a girl wouldn't you say?" He smirked
at his own word-play.
He placed the tray on the bed, for all the world acting
out the role of attentive waiter. A couple of mixed
sandwiches, some corn-chips with both orange-juice and
Pepsi, offered if nothing else, a temporary break from
further molestation she reasoned. Selecting a sandwich,
she said nothing, watching as he turned on his heel
walking towards the bathroom, whose door she had left
open and through which wisps of steam as well as the
heady scent of clean young female were filtering. She
was still sipping the orange juice when he returned,
moving across to the television console.
"Something appropriate while we nibble," he grinned.
Mid mouthful, she almost gagged as the plasma screen
burst into life. An overhead shot of herself, fully
naked, water streaming off her shoulders and breasts.
But seconds later she stared dumbfounded as the camera
showed her soaping up those indisputably sexy young
mounds with what appeared to be loving care. She could
not prevent both cheeks flushing bright red at the
sight of her nipples either side, peeking out between
thumb and forefinger.
"Noo," she cried out aghast, "You filmed me in the
shower? You're disgusting!!"
"Depends how you look at it sweetheart," he replied
laughing, "Personally I'd call it cinematic art!"
The scene changed, that is to say the aspect changed
and Roslyn's hand flew to her mouth as she watched
there in full digital splendor, an angled view up her
legs of that fully exposed pussy, both hands gently
parting her vaginal lips through glistening dark pubic
curls, to allow the soothing water in. A lensed shot
quite obviously obtained by a camera mounted beneath
the floor tiles of the shower itself. Zoomed-in now to
capture every square centimeter of flesh between her
sopping-wet slit and rear cleft, the slightest movement
of her body left nothing to the imagination. She
covered her eyes and sobbed.
"You think your daddy would enjoy seeing this Roslyn?"
he teased unmercifully. "Oh I really think he would
m'dear. Most like he'd be so sore from wanking himself
nights, he'd need a couple of weeks off work to
recover. Either that or he'd be fucking his little girl
senseless from dusk till dawn. Might just send him a
copy of this tape – looks like you're performing
willingly enough wouldn't you say?"
The tape ran its course, once again taking every
opportunity for zooming-in for gratuitous close-ups of
her wet body as she raised her arms to wash her hair.
"Fuck that's hot" Doctor Raglan mused aloud, as the
viewer was treated to a protracted long shot of the
girl's slim body and flared hips, her pussy perfectly
delineated by the rivulets of water trickling down her
flat abdomen, both breasts in almost perpetual motion
now as she shampooed her hair before rinsing it
thoroughly.
Humiliated further by quite obviously a third external
camera, the young girl sat there stunned as the screen
now showed her standing quite naked, toweling herself
dry, finally pulling those skimpy panties up and
wriggling back into her bra. Even zipping the skirt
back up achieved a sense of voyeuristic tease she could
never have intended.
"What do you think Roslyn?" he grinned. "Never figured
you'd be the star of your own porn show did you? He
leaned across and tried to kiss her but she pushed him
away and collapsed on the bed sobbing afresh. Worse was
to come however.
Moving across to the console once more, he removed the
tape and extracting the schoolgirl rape disc, inserted
another. Returning to the bed, he sat down beside the
mortified girl and roughly pulled her upright.
"You'll definitely want to watch this one sweetheart,"
he said.
Half expecting what she might see, she nevertheless
gasped in horrified disbelief as the wall-mounted flat-
screen replayed the girl's recently degrading
experiences. Unlike her solo performance however, the
viewer was left in no doubt here as to the lack of any
consensuality on the part of the young victim.
In obvious need of further gratification, Doctor Raglan
began reliving the experience, crudely deploying his
re-erected phallus right alongside Roslyn, caressing
its length as he watched the girl's suffering on-
screen. Heedless of her tears he smiled to himself,
watching as her blouse was ripped open, her breasts
exposed and her futile pleas as he stripped her of all
dignity before the unwarranted assault on her upturned
bottom. Running his hand up and down his degenerate
shaft nearing release, images of the teenager being
openly raped, now fully shredded his objectivity.
Roughly pushing the girl back on the bed, even as she
begged him to leave her alone, he tugged her skirt back
up to waist level, spread her legs and simply holding
her panties to one side, thrust violently upwards. Her
screams of pain on being so forcibly re-entered, fell
on deaf ears. Finding it marginally less agonizing the
wider her legs parted, she spread them to the maximum,
even holding her own panties clear of the penetration-
zone to allow him to concentrate on finishing.
"You fucking little cunt" he mouthed barely coherently,
squeezing her breasts and nuzzling her hair as he
writhed in pleasured nirvana. Again she reluctantly
felt his semen spraying her vaginal walls. Even though
clearly emptied of any and all procreative stock, he
continued pistoning into her for maybe thirty seconds,
his lust unhinged, his chemical imbalance without a
panacea. Rolling off her, he slowly stood up.
"So you did enjoy it, you little slut?" he murmured,
looking down at her, legs still apart, one hand idly
lying across her tummy in a vague protective gesture.
"Knew it was just a matter of time." He reached down
and yanked her arm upwards.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly, "Please don't
rape me any more – I hurt so much!"
"We're gonna have a shower together Roslyn," he
replied, dragging her to her feet. Not that her legs
were doing that great a job at keeping her upright at
that second.
"Noo..please, you can't do that," she sobbed. "Just let
me go home now....I promise I won't tell anyone about
this...not even my parents."
"Oh I know you won't be doing that Roslyn," he grinned.
"Wouldn't be much point would there? Not when I have
the evidence of your naked performance just now. Who's
gonna believe the word of any alleged rape-victim who
goes willingly to an older man's house and then cavorts
naked in the shower for the camera?"
He began propelling the girl towards the bathroom.
"Stop it," she cried, "You can't make me!"
Problem was, he could make her and despite her
struggles, he had her forced against the wall of the
shower in moments – still fully dressed. She yelped in
shock as the water saturated her clothes.
"Now this is more like it," he said, hastily divesting
himself of his clothes, quite unembarrassed by his own
nudity or his burgeoning erection. Roslyn took visual
pleasure in neither! With her wet blouse and skirt
clinging to her in all the wrong places, she was a
vision of illicit desirability.
Forcing her up against the tiles, he began molesting
her breasts...fondling them, squeezing her nipples and
nuzzling his face against the drenched material. "Let's
get those sexy little tits out" he muttered, this time
ripping the fabric of her blouse from shoulder to
waist. She let out a wail of surprise. Slipping her bra
straps down her arm he could but stare at her youthful
cleavage, down which water was trickling rather
prettily.
"Please," she mouthed as he eased both cups downwards,
exposing both breasts fully, not only to his warped
gaze but worse, to his mouth. She gasped as he leaned
forwards and began sucking her right nipple. Despite
her recent experiences, her total non-compliance and
hatred for this animal, her body was reacting to his
touch. She was shocked to feel her nipples growing
erect and thus sought to push him away.
"Can't prevent nature's blueprint can you sweetie?' he
smiled through the steam, switching lips to her left
nipple. She shuddered with repulsion.
Tiring of this novelty, he tore her bra loose and
tossed it outside the shower. Topless now she was
forced to cover her breasts with her hands. Grabbing
her around the hips unexpectedly, he pushed her face-up
against the tiles and unzipping her skirt, allowed the
item to fall to her feet. She stood there now in just
drenched body-hugging panties which given their
saturation-factor, merely accentuated the curves and
cleft of her young bottom. He gave her a gentle spank
which brought forth a yelp of renewed pain.
"No more...please," she begged, her voice barely
audible above the water faucet.
He peeled her sodden panties down past her thighs to
her ankles Resignedly she stepped out of them. Still
facing the taps, his arms encircled her hips and pulled
her backwards until the water was cascading off her
lower back. She guessed what was coming and braced
herself. Spreading her feet with his own, he maneuvered
his erection up beneath her bottom and located her
vaginal ingress. She closed her eyes and tried to shut
out the pain as once again he entered her forcibly.
"Always wanted to fuck an under-age girl in the
shower," he confided to her, proceeding to do just
that. Having easy access to her breasts at that angle,
she winced as he fondled and mauled her whilst
penetrating that hot little cavern even deeper. Having
no semen left to donate was evidently no barrier to his
enjoyment of the moment and as for Roslyn, feeling her
own vaginal muscles clamping down on the unwanted
intruder at the critical second, was no friend to her
cause either.
Afterwards, she just stood there motionless beneath the
steaming water, allowing him to soap her up from head
to foot. Oblivious to his depravity, she let him caress
her breasts, her hips, whatever he wanted. Her eyes
closed, she just wanted the ordeal over. Thus he was
able to use the sponge unhindered, to trail soap across
her nipples down her cleavage, spending quality time
kneeling on the shower floor behind her, soaping up her
bottom and every square inch between her legs. She even
stood there uncaring, as he knelt before her nuzzling
her pussy and licking her sexy little slit its full
length.
At one stage, whilst thus performing, his fingers
sought out her rear channel – she had been expecting
this - but no sooner had he inserted his middle finger
up to the first joint when he withdrew it. Strangely
this had not fed his lustful desires in any way, if
anything detracting from the scenario at hand. Roslyn
had breathed a sigh of relief. That was a humiliation
she really could do without.
Each then dried themselves off in almost total silence.
"Here, let me toss these in the dryer for you," he
smirked. "Shouldn't take much more than twenty
minutes."
"So what do I wear in the meantime?" she asked, holding
the towel around her.
"Well that's the whole point sweetheart, you don't have
anything do you?' he sneered. "You can just run around
the house naked for me....another little fantasy I've
always had m'dear." So saying, he wrenched the towel
from her grasp – now get upstairs to the kitchen like a
good little girl," he ordered.
She sank to the floor in desperation. "You expect me to
walk around the house with no clothes on?" she cried.
"I won't!"
"I'm not giving you a choice babe," he responded, "Now
get up!" He seized her arm in a vise-like grip and
dragged her to her feet before shoving her bodily out
of the bathroom, her hair dripping still, pushing her
towards the steps leading up to the kitchen.
Trying to cover-up was a sheer impossibility and the
sight of her pathetic attempts to shield her breasts,
genitals and bottom from his perverted gaze, just made
it all the hotter. Forced to ascend the short flight of
stairs directly in front of him, without at least
panties for modesty was as humiliating an experience as
any young girl could suffer and her genuine tears of
embarrassment simply fuelled his lust.
Any hopes of an escape however unlikely, were crushed
by his next sentence.
"And don't even waste your time wondering if you can
make a run for it kiddo, the doors are all locked
electronically."
She watched as he opened a door just to the side of the
work-bench. A small laundry evidently, for he walked
inside carrying her clothes and she heard the
electronic hum of the clothes dryer as it was turned
on. He returned, gazing at her.
"Put your arms down Roslyn and let's see your tits
please." Gritting her teeth she lowered her arms.
"Certainly nothing he hadn't seen before at infinitely
closer range," she reasoned.
"Now turn around...slowly!"
Again she did as he asked.
"You like humiliating girls don't you?" she asked him.
When no answer was forthcoming she put her arms above
her head. "Here, have a good look Doctor, what do you
like perving at best? My bum or my tits? Maybe my pussy
huh?" She dropped her hands between her legs and began
rubbing herself slowly. Does this get you off Doctor?
Maybe you'd like to pretend I'm only thirteen?"
He looked at her for a moment. "Don't give me too many
ideas Roslyn, you might be sorry." He thought for a few
seconds. "To answer your question though, I don't think
there's much in it. A cute young girl's tits and pussy
are both pretty damn sexy... yours certainly are. Her
bum? Well yeah what else is as much fun to spank?" He
lowered his gaze. "Speaking of which, I don't really
appreciate your talking to me like that. Quite
obviously you need a little home-style discipline
missy."
She took a step backwards as he approached, any and all
confrontational bravado evaporating by the second.
Seizing her around the waist and despite her futile
struggles and cries of outrage, he eased her atop the
long workbench face down and helpless. Retrieving a
spatula from the nearby shelf he struck her bottom with
quite a deal of force. She screamed.
"That really hurts!!"
Certain that it must have, he delivered three more
punishing strokes across her rear-end. Crying in
desperate pain, she tried to shield her bottom from
further punishment but merely succeeded in leaving her
breasts not only uncovered but standing out from her
chest with accentuated visual appeal. Slipping his hand
beneath her, he fondled them singly and together,
resorting then to pull her nipples with impunity. As
she yelped, he used his hand this time to spank her
bottom even harder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried. "I'll do anything if
you just stop spanking me."
"Yeah?" he responded calmly, and what might that
include young lady?
"Anything...I'll even let you fuck me again," she
whispered, averting her eyes from his.
"So, a well brought up little teenie is using the "f"
word now eh?" he had a hold of her hair and jerked her
head back.
"Well sweetheart, I might just take you up on that
offer then," he replied, his face but inches from hers.
Without warning he licked her left cheek from temple to
chin. "Now turn over, get your hot teen ass over to the
edge of this workbench and spread your legs real wide
honey."
Tears were streaming down her face as she pondered her
limited options. So sore was her pussy she didn't even
know how she was going to bear more coital
exploitation. Her breasts were splotchy, his fingers
having left red marks above and below her nipples. As
for her abused bottom, she felt like she was sitting on
a hot-plate. Momentarily, something flickered in the
recesses of her mind..
Her captor meanwhile was losing patience. "Either you
get yourself over here now, or I'm going to tie your
hands behind your back and fuck you right here on the
floor. What's it gonna be Roslyn?"
"Doctor Raglan, please...just listen to me for a
moment," she pleaded. "I'm still really sore from
earlier" – she parted her legs so that he could see the
redness himself. "Could I just have a cup of coffee
first, then you can fuck me any way you want."
Glancing up between her thighs he could see how chaffed
she was. "What difference another ten minutes," he
figured. He wasn't without skin damage himself come to
that. The thought additionally of raping the girl
senseless from maybe her rearward aspect this time, was
just icing on the cake. He moved across to the electric
kettle, filled it and pulled out a couple of mugs from
the overhead cupboard.
"Milk and sugar?" he asked her mechanically.
"Neither thanks," she answered, sitting up and hugging
her knees. "I'll just have it black."
Moments later he poured two cups, put milk in his own
and carried them to the center table. Initially
reluctant to expose her body further, she quickly re-
thought her stance on the situation. Easing herself off
the bench, which she knew presented him with amongst
other things, a right wicked view up between her legs,
she walked over to the table, ensuring that her breasts
and hips additionally, secured his full attention.
Seating herself slowly in the chair, she detected an
embryonic smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
In one fluid movement, she picked up her coffee - and
threw it unerringly into Dr Raglan's face. Coffee with
no milk is but the equal of hot lava when tossed from
less than eighteen inches away. The man screamed, his
eyes an agony he had never known... least not until
Roslyn seized the jug and upended the residual boiling
water across his scalp. He had time for but one final
yell of agony before she brought the electric kettle
down on his head with all the force she could muster
and a sixteen-year old girl with an understandable
anger-management problem, can wield a hefty blow under
the circumstances.
Even as he slumped to the floor, she could see the skin
peeling from his face and neck. Blood mingled with
reddened flesh.
Locating a slight pulse, she was momentarily
disappointed but retrieving the cable ties, she dragged
his limp form to the edge of the cellar stairs. Going
through his pockets she located his keys, swipe cards
and wallet. Then, securing his wrists behind him, she
used one bare-foot to propel his body half-way down the
steep flight. It was a nice touch she figured.
Securing the trap-door topside she walked across to the
wall-phone and called 911. A little later she
remembered her clothes in the dryer.
"Mmmm, that feels better," she muttered, wriggling her
hips as she drew her panties up to waist level, her
body acknowledging the soothing warmth.
© Peter_Pan October 2007
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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