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Eye of the Beholder
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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A distressing tale from the dark side. A clear warning
as to WHY no young girl should ever accept a road-side
lift. The risk totally outweighs the convenience. (Mf,
ped, nc, rp, v, 1st)
***
AUTHOR'S WARNING: Very rarely the darker side of
Peter_Pan emerges. "Two Cent Whore," "They Walk Among
Us," "Hard Day in The Hot Sun," and the infamous "One
Way Ticket To Hell" are examples of such.
Some readers may well find the content of this tale
repellant in the extreme and are warned that if
aggravated rape is not your thing, it might be best if
you read something else.
I am prepared for the inevitable flood of accusatory
emails.
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EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Not thirty feet from the deserted highway the young
girl kneels submissively in the dry scrubland,
regretting for ever and a day that she had failed to
heed her momma's advice – "Never accept a lift from
strangers honey – but NEVER!" Just a few yards distant,
a prairie dog, perhaps disturbed in its contemplations,
eyes the threesome to the left of its burrow and having
then no interest in proceedings, darts back into the
safety of its tunneled conclave.
There is but a light breeze in evidence, whose
gentility offers the girl the least assistance. No
cries will be borne on the wind this night. The looming
darkness befriends only the girl's captors, leading one
to assume that Nature even has turned its back on the
three-act tragedy about to be played out in its midst.
The older man eyeing his prey, circles her as if
assessing his options. The youth, slim and dressed also
in tattered jeans and checkered shirt, stands across
from the girl, near a patch of tumbleweed, his eyes
quite obviously taking in the gentle convexity of her
developing breasts and the curves of her rear-end,
subtly delineated as they are in the fading light. He
is able to detect the outline of the girl's underwear
even, as she kneels there shivering, both hands
extended towards the older man as if in supplication.
He has often watched through the keyhole of the master
bedroom at home as his father, having dragged his
younger sister across his knee, paddles her backside
unmercifully, pausing simply to tug her dress up and
her panties down, before resuming his bruising work on
her bare bottom. Becky would scream at first but
ultimately dissolve into heaving sobs as the
inevitability of her predicament suppressed all hopes
of salvation.
He wonders if his father might indulge those corporal
cravings later with the terrified girl kneeling in
front of him?
Crouching beside his teenage captive, the man extends a
gnarled hand and gropes the girl's tremulous right
breast.
"Well lookee here boy," he growls in the direction of
his son, "Thisn's almost ripe fer the pickin'"
Gasping with shame and embarrassment, she pushes the
man's hand away, only to be rewarded with a vicious
backhander that sends her sprawling in the dust. Off-
balance and uncoordinated momentarily, her legs splay
apart, delivering her voyeur an acutely indecent view
of those plain white cotton panties. The upskirt
visuals are not lost on the big man who chuckles at the
girl's predicament before crudely delving between her
legs and taking delight in making illicit contact with
the front of her knickers. The curved ingress and the
smoothness beneath his fingers excites him. He thinks
of Becky and how she might look, thus disheveled and
prostrate before him. His son takes in the decadent
scene but a couple of arms-lengths away. His father
frightens him.
Wriggling clear of her tormentor, the girl tugs the hem
of her dress down, limiting the arousal factor and sits
there breathing heavily, tears now trickling down both
cheeks. Remorse is not a trait the older man has ever
exhibited and taking a step towards her, he is able to
see now quite clearly the curves of her young breasts
as she hugs her knees almost in defiance of his
unspoken intent. Aware that her cleavage, though still
a gentle work-in-progress, is prominently displayed to
the grinning degenerate leaning over her, she frees up
her right hand to clasp the top of her dress to her
chest. It is as fruitless a gesture as it is one borne
of desperation.
"Please don't hurt me." she whimpers. As well may she
have asked for a latte coffee with extra cream, given
the likelihood of her plea falling on compassionate
ears.
Wrenching her arm aside as if it were an annoying twig,
the man shoves his hand down her top, encircling the
small breast and feeling the rush attendant on such
under-age sexual fumbling. The girl cries-out in
shocked surprise, her disbelieving mouth dropping open
as she stares downwards, following the hand as it moves
to her right bra cup roughly manipulating her small
nipple. She winces as the pressure increases on the
teat, aware inherently that resistance is useless at
this juncture.
"Nuthin' quite like a pair of sweet young titties son,"
the ogre all but drools in the boy's direction. "Come
get a handful," he grins lewdly, both hands rifling now
the contents of the girl's skimpy crossover. The boy
makes no move, almost rendered immobile by the
unfolding scene. The man shrugs and turns his attention
back to the girl's chest.
Without warning, he pushes her backwards and taking a
firm hold of the halter around her upper chest, rips
the material with such savagery, the dress tears all
the way to her waist. Fully visible in the now clear
moonlight, her barely-covered breasts heave with
distress, bra straps loosely clinging to her arms.
Further down, her slim hips and belly are exposed in
all their youthful vulnerability. The waistband of the
girl's panties becomes the focal point for her
attacker's lustful contemplation.
"Ain't no point lookin' like Raggedy Ann sweetness," he
drawls, seizing hold of the last vestiges of her dress
which he then strips away in seconds, heedless of her
cries for him to stop. She lies there in miserable
solitude, aware only too well of the effect her near-
naked body must inevitably induce in her male captors.
Indeed, watching the girl's futile attempts to cover
her bra and crotch area with those sadly undersize
hands and arms, has already set in motion physiological
changes in the boy's procreational hardware. She can
already see plainly the sexual metamorphisis underway
beneath the ogre's shabby Levis.
The man produces a hunting knife that glints in the
moonlight. The boy swallows hard and stares at his
father. This was something way outside the plan. Not
for the first time – he feels a rising unease.
Trembling with unutterable fear she stares wide-eyed as
the blade of the knife descends, hastily slicing
through the material holding the front of her bra
together.
"What's the problem girlie?" he guffaws "Figured I was
gonna cut ya?" he slips the knife back into his belt.
"No way Jose," he grins, "Wouldn't wanna hurt a cute
little teen queen like you sweets. Way too precious to
hurt – leastways with a knife." Smirking at his own
double entendre, he reaches down and plucks away the
shredded bra. She lays there shivering beneath the cool
night sky, clad now in just her panties, hands barely
covering her exposed breasts.
Observing the knife re-sheathed, the boy lets out a
sigh of relief.
Expecting the worst as the big man kneels beside her,
she is unprepared for what follows. In one movement he
seizes her arm and pulls her half upright. Still trying
to cover her breasts, she finds herself suddenly
prostrate across the man's knee – face down and
helpless. The huge arm around her waist restricts all
movement.
"Even a pretty little thing like you needs a whuppin'
once in a while girlie," he mutters, delivering a hard
smack to her upturned bottom. She cannot avoid a cry of
pain and surprise. The second blow ripples the soft
flesh. Even at the distance he is, the boy can see her
taut little rear-end recoil from the assault. The next
spank echoes across the highway but is heard by no more
than the prairie dog and its immediate family. The
man's eyed are glued to the young girl's panties. How
like Becky she is! Those same damnably sexy little
hips, curvy bottom and who knows what else skulking
away there between her legs? Becky's secrets had yet to
be enjoyed to the max but tonight he would know true
solace. He raises his hand a fourth time.
Seeing the girl's breasts jiggling free - pretty much
in the dust, as she vainly uses her hands to try
shielding her bottom from the punishing blows, fully
re-boots the boy's chemical resurgence. The swollen rod
between his legs is almost painful.
Crying hysterically, the girl pleads for a cessation to
the beating. Were she to realize this was merely
supplementing his enjoyment of the situation she might
try another tack. Frenzied now, the man takes a hold of
her waistband and tugs the panties lower. Leaving them
at half-mast temporarily, he stares at her partially
exposed bottom, the color of those gentle contours
anything but a whiter shade of pale.
Reaching beneath her arm he takes a rough hold of
either breast, squeezing and rubbing the girl's
nipples, unfettered lust feeding off the sensation. His
right hand smooths its way back and forth across her
bottom, fingers inching their way along that sexiest of
clefts before disappearing beneath her panties en route
to the shadow-lands. He has forgotten his son across
the way, all that matters is this one hundred pounds of
ultimately desirable female flesh splayed across his
lap. He has to see her naked. Hooking then, his fingers
inside the already lowered waistband, he tugs the young
girl's one remaining bastion of modesty down her legs
and past her ankles, propelling the handful of cotton
just an arm's length from where his son squats
alongside the tall cactus, watching proceedings almost
nonchalantly.
Totally nude before her kidnappers, the girl's
humiliation is complete. A further hard spank elicits a
cry of pain. She makes no attempt to cover her bottom
or breasts now, her arms simply resting in the dirt as
she sobs aloud her resigned acceptance of the
punishment at hand.
Eyes riveted now on the glowing rear of his prey, the
man spreads the girl's legs, giving his impetuous
fingers access to the Holy Grail of illicit pleasures.
His middle finger travelling ever south, discovers a
cache of soft downy hair that even six months ago had
yet to make its debut. Further inland, the natural
curvature of nature's best loved secret, leads that
same finger to moist lips as soft as petals. With less
finesse than a jack-rabbit on heat, the man pushes
inwards with committed vigor.
"Don't...please don't," she cries, "That HURTS....Let
me go PLEASE – I promise I won't tell anyone."
Clemency is not an option on the menu this night.
Beginning now to push their uninvited way into her
vaginal ante-chamber, the man's fingers begin to
penetrate her faster and deeper. Sobbing in real-time
pain, she wriggles about on his lap, an action the ogre
mistakes for complicit pleasure. She barely notices her
breasts being groped concurrently, which could not be
said for the youth nearby who transfixed by the girl's
aggravated sexual degradation at the hands of his
father, is whacking himself off with undiluted zeal.
Past the point of being in even vague control of his
emotions, the man sends the naked girl sprawling in the
dust and kneeling before her, hastily unzips his jeans.
Lying on her back, the girl not only catches this
worrying turn of events, she also is privy to that
which has disengaged itself from the mother-ship.
Unfamiliar with penis-size per se, all she knows for
sure is that the man's "thing" is huge and logically
nothing that size could possibly fit into the tight
little receptacle she possesses between her own legs
and which the man is now obviously staring at with what
one might term bemused interest. Swiftly she closes up
her thighs.
"Ain't gonna do ya much good honey," the man leers,
crouching in front of her now in the gentle moonlight.
Despite her struggles, he forces her pale limbs apart.
Unable to defer the inevitable, the girl stares with
uncomprehending shock as, working his way between her
legs, the ogre pilots his nuclear warhead towards her
fragile-looking vaginal gateway.
Sadly, the girl's initial assessment was ball-park
accurate. A square peg never did fit in a round hole
and a nine-inch penis of abnormally thick girth does
not exactly dove-tail with a slim-line pussy of
uncompromisingly virginal status. Even as her cries
rent the airwaves just off Interstate 76, the younger
of her two captors is suddenly wracked with guilt.
Neither of the two girls they had picked up before had
screamed like this. He gets to his feet and takes a
step towards the moving violation.
Even at that distance he can see the girl's blood
trickling down the inside of her thigh. His father is a
man possessed, thrusting into that helpless body even
as she whimpers and begs for him to stop. Quite
obviously approaching his own finality, the man tries
to kiss his victim, who by averting her mouth at the
last moment, infuriates the copulating demon topside.
He responds with a snarl and savage blow to her left
cheek that almost renders her senseless.
"Fucking little slut," he roars. "You'll remember this
night girlie – I'll see to it."
Abusing her breasts so severely now she begins moaning
with pain, he thrusts ever harder into her. The girl
lies there beneath him, almost inert.
"Dad, that's ENOUGH," the boy yells out. "You're
hurting her badly." His own erection has fully
subsided.
"You'll keep your mouth shut boy if you know what's
good for you," the aggressor spits-out in the direction
of the lad, incensed by what he regards as
insubordination amongst the ranks. He begins to rape
the girl even more violently, biting her nipples in the
process, forcing her legs even wider. The girl's
screams have diminished to little more than enforced
grunts as her body is crushed beneath the man's
overpowering weight. Her arms remain above her head,
jerking rhythmically in time to the man's violent
penetrative incursions.
Taking a step nearer, the boy is horrified to see the
bruising coming out now in her right cheek. The blood
seeping out of her is considerable. Her expression -
heartbreaking in the extreme. Right then with a roar of
pleasured extravagance, the man floods her internally
with his unwanted semen.
"Little cunt," he mumbles almost incoherently. "Gonna
give her something to REALLY remember the evening by."
So saying, he begins to turn the abused girl over on to
her stomach. There is time however for the boy to catch
a glimpse of his father's semen leaking profusely from
her swollen and bloody vagina. He begins to maneuver
the moaning girl on to all fours, his intentions clear
enough to any on-looker. Horrified even at this late
stage for the girl's well-being, he tries to pull his
father away but is rewarded by a punch to his mid-
section that sends him sprawling in agony.
When the pain subsides and he is able to focus
normally, the sight that meets his gaze appalls him.
The girl is kneeling there some eight feet away, down
on her forearms, her bottom elevated indecently. She is
screaming out for help as the man, gripping her tightly
around the waist, sodomises her without mercy. It is
not something the boy can live with.
The girl cannot believe the agony. She is being torn
apart and cauterized by a white-hot metal pipe in an
area that no young girl can possibly conceive might
ever be at risk in normal society. The rape was
unspeakably painful and aside even from the facial and
chest bruising, breathing itself has now become a hard-
fought campaign. She braces herself for the next thrust
– but none comes.
She hears a dull thud and an exhalation much like
"Uggghh." Something feels like it's dripping
momentarily on her bottom and back of her thigh. More
relevantly, the instrument of torture is withdrawn from
her back passage just seconds before the man topples
over alongside her. The majority of his forehead is now
hanging from his scalp like a half-eaten pizza. She
turns around painfully and glances behind her. The boy
is still holding the huge rock in both hands.
"I'm so sorry Miss," he whispers, "SO sorry!"
Somewhere in the foothills, a coyote howls.
(c) Peter_Pan 2007
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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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