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Breaking The Gifted - 1
by Yanoo (yanoo169@yahoo.com)

***

An elite schoolgirl is drugged in a restroom and forced 
to ask to be raped. (M/f-teen, nc, rp, 1st, bd, preg)

***

PART 1

Sara Milles was gifted. That's what her parents and 
teachers told her. About to graduate the top of her 
class from a high school praised for its high marks, 
she had already received scholarship offers from a 
dozen colleges across the country. She'd finally 
settled on Yale to study law and would probably move on 
to politics where she hoped to make a real difference 
in the world.

Far from a bookworm, Sara participated in basketball, 
soccer, and gymnastics, but where she really excelled 
was swimming. Having set state records, half of the 
offers from higher institutions were athletic 
scholarships, eager to have what might be a future 
Olympic contender. Her team, the Mephis Dolphins, were 
sorry to see her go but she'd trained the girls well 
and she was prepared to win them another trophy before 
moving on.

Despite being fairly popular Sara had never been with 
boys much. Usually relationships didn't last for more 
than a single date and she often found that she 
preferred focusing on her studies and athletic 
training. Surely there would be time for flirting and 
family after securing her promising future. Besides, 
she couldn't help but feel that all of the boys she met 
failed to match even a fraction of the standards she 
set for herself. Perhaps at Yale she would finally find 
some substantial guys...

The bell rings, ending the last class of the day and 
Sara heads off from history to the locker room. It's a 
week until the big swim meet and the Dolphins are 
holding extra practices in preparation. On the way she 
contemplates a date she had the night before with a 
complete loser. The guy couldn't go more than five 
minutes without trying to ask her back to his place. 
Despite her explaining that she was saving herself for 
marriage the guy wouldn't take no for an answer and she 
eventually walked out.

Glancing at her reflection in the windows Sara thought 
that it was easy to see why the boy was so insistent. 
With her short charcoal hair tied back in a small 
ponytail she looked like the picture of petite. Only 
five feet tall, she was slim with the natural build of 
a swimmer. She was blooming late with C-cup breasts 
that concerned her since if they kept growing they 
would cause drag when swimming. But secretly, Sara was 
a bit proud that she was no longer the flattest girl on 
the team.

She quickly changes into her blue, one piece school 
swimsuit and heads out. As usual she is the first to 
the pool and has a few minutes to warm up before the 
rest of the girls filed out. The coach gives them his 
customary pep talk and issues the daily regiment of 
exercises before standing back to let the girls run the 
show. They have a well focused team this year so they 
didn't need much direction.

About an hour through the practice Sara's bladder 
seizes up and she cursed herself for not having the 
foresight of relieving herself before practice. She 
quickly jumps out of the pool and runs back to the 
locker room only to remember, to her dismay, that the 
toilet fixtures were currently being replaced. Her 
bladder prompting for urgency, Sara scans a mental map 
of the campus and figures that the next closest 
bathroom is on the next floor up. There are still 
plenty of the people in the halls and she really wants 
to avoid the embarrassment of running though the halls 
in nothing but her swimsuit so she wracks her brain for 
an alternative.

Finally Sara had it. Just behind the pool there's a 
hedge that separates it from the neighboring property. 
It has a lot owned by the State with an old rest stop. 
Since the highway it was built for was permanently 
closed the rest stop was essentially abandoned, only 
seeing the occasional Saturday night party by the 
livelier (and drunker) students of the school.

Due to undergrowth Sara's able to dash there unseen in 
just a few minutes. The old white building has seen 
better days, with half of its paint chipped away and 
rust covering most of the metal fixtures. She runs to 
the women's side and curses her fortune when she finds 
another sign reading "Out Of Service". Weighing her 
options, she bolts for the men's side and enters. 
Thankfully it's empty. It's even grungier than the 
outside with graffiti covering the stall and two 
urinals. The toilet in the stall has vomit from the 
party last week covering the rim so Sara decides that 
desperate times call for desperate measures and goes to 
one of the urinals.

The urinals aren't in the cleanest shape either and 
stink from months of neglect. However, Sara resolves 
herself to what must be done and thrusts her crotch 
over the porcelain bowl, pulls her suit to the side, 
and lets out a deep sigh of relief. The tinkling sound 
goes on for almost a minute when she hears a voice from 
the entrance say "And here I thought I'd seen it all."

Startled, Sara cranes her head to see a squatty black 
man with a duffel bag watching her from the entrance. 
She pinches off what she was doing and whirls around to 
meet him.

"Who are you?" she asks a bit shakily.

"I head of a rather exclusive film club. I just saw you 
come in and decided you're gonna be my next star," he 
replies, with an evil grin darkening his face.

She dashes for the entrance but he hooks her waste with 
his arm and carries her back to the urinals, still 
carrying his duffel bag in his other hand. There they 
scrap with each other as he retrieves something. Sara 
hears a snap on her right and looks up to see her hand 
cuffed to the head of the urinal. This is promptly 
followed by another snap as cold metal takes hold of 
her other wrist.

"What do you want?" Sara asks, not entirely sure she 
wants to know the answer.

"Surely a smart girl like you can figure that out. 
We're gonna have some fun." he answers coolly, pulling 
a tripod from his bag. With this Sara's struggles are 
renewed and she lets out a scream. However, with her 
small frame it sounds pathetically weak. The cuffs bite 
into her narrow wrists but clearly the fixtures won't 
give.

"Go ahead and make noise. This is desolate enough that 
we shouldn't be too concerned about being disturbed."

The man finishes setting up three cameras that encircle 
the struggling girl. In the back of her mind she 
recognizes it's all high end equipment.

"How about this, to give you a sporting chance I won't 
touch you unless you ask. But first lets get you warmed 
up." And with that he pulls a rather large dildo out of 
his bag. 

Sara instinctually crosses her legs to protect her 
sacred area and shrinks back against the wall. The man 
first tries to pry her legs apart but she's strong from 
swimming and he eventually shrugs and gives up, rubbing 
the dildo as close to her crotch as he can get. It 
feels slick with something she guesses is lubricant and 
after a few minutes he steps back and just watches. 
Slowly a burning, itching sensation builds up along her 
legs and makes her shift uncomfortably with the 
terrible need to pee again.

"Please, I need to finish going pee!" Sara cries but 
the man just stands motionless watching her. She pleads 
for several minutes until she can't stand it any more 
and releases what was left where she lies, crying a bit 
from embarrassment. However the burning feeling 
continues and soon she feels another wet feeling 
between her legs.

The man pulls a bottle of clear liquid and applies it 
to the dildo. She crosses her legs again but this time 
he's able to pry them apart with ease. Pushing her 
swimsuit to one side, she rubs the slick dildo against 
her pussy for a while and the burning sensation grows 
exponentially. He then backs away again and watches. 
She reasons that the liquid must be a rather strong 
aphrodisiac. Suddenly his plan becomes clear- he's 
planning to use the drug to make her ask him to rape 
her.

"You won't break me," Sara says with a new note of 
confidence in her voice. "I'm not the sort of person 
that would give in to some primal urges."

"Yes, you seem to be quite the straight laced girl," he 
replies, then seems to decide to up the ante as the 
dark smirk returns to his face. "I think that you 
should know that I play for keeps. When you give in I'm 
gonna be sure to fill you up the way you should be. So 
many of you girls seem to have forgotten your place and 
that's making babies the way god intended!"

With that he rubs her belly and the message is clear, 
redoubling her resolve that she absolutely can't give 
in. For over an hour Sara sits in a puddle of her urine 
with the smell of the unclean urinals and the man's 
leering stare. The feeling in her loins builds she lets 
out an involuntary moan. She's never masturbated much 
and the feeling is so strange...

"Looks like you're enjoying it," the man says, making 
Sara blush. "Well, it's about time for me to hit the 
sack. I'll give you something to keep you entertained. 
It'll keep you on a roller coaster of pleasure for the 
night but I'll set it low enough to keep you from 
cumming. That's reserved as your special treat."

The man pulls a small pink bud attached to a control 
with a wire out of the sack. He turns a switch and the 
bud starts vibrating, making a wurring sound. He tapes 
the controls to the ground out of reach and uses a 
finger to push the bud deep into her pussy. It 
instantly sends a shiver up her spine and Sara lets out 
another moan. With that he leaves the room, move the 
'Out Of Service' sign to the men's bathrooms, and heads 
back to his van in the otherwise empty parking lot.

In the morning it's a mess. The puddle Sara is sitting 
in has tripled in size over the night from her sweat 
and sex juices. Her face and pits are slick with 
perspiration and it's clear that she hasn't got a bit 
of sleep. Every few minutes she emits a mixture of a 
groan and mew as she reaches the apex of her pleasure, 
but it's always filled by disappointment as it's not 
quite enough to finish cumming. The man removes the bud 
and lubes her again with the dildo. It doesn't take 
more than five minutes before he hears a barely audible 
'please'.

"Did you say something?" the man asks with the evil 
grin returning to his face.

"Please," Sara says, her voice rough from her heavy 
panting.

"Please what?"

"Please..." she pauses, not wanting to admit defeat. 
Then she blurts it out, "please stick it in!"

"I don't understand what you're asking," the man says 
toyingly.

"Please stick your penis into my vagina," she chokes 
out.

"Now let's get something straight. With me you use the 
proper terms of 'fuck' and 'pussy'."

She pauses for a second, sobs a bit, and she lets out a 
hoarse cry of anguish. Her knees move wide and she 
projects her pussy out, trying to grind it against the 
floor or a urinal to get some relief but without 
success. She, with tears streaming down her face cries 
out "Please fuck my pussy! I need it so bad...".

"Is my lusty lady ready for her high definition debut 
with the horny audience of the Internet? Now I want you 
to look at the cameras, say your name, a bit about 
yourself, that you're about to lose your virginity, and 
then beg me to fuck you. You'd better make me really 
want it or I'll leave you here for another night."

The threat has its effect and she sniffs back the 
tears. He cleans her up a bit, ties her hair back into 
pigtails with scrunchies, and steps back behind the 
camera. Taking a deep breath Sara looks at the camera 
directly in front of her, and begins.

"I'm Sara Milles, valedictorian of Mephis Academy and 
swim team captain. The toast of the town, about to head 
to Yale law school, possibly the Olympics, and I'm 
about to lose my virginity."

Sara then looks at the man and says, with another tear 
streaming down her face, "Please fuck me, I need it! 
Please put me in my place and fill my womb with your 
cum. I need your black cock so badly, like a bitch in 
heat..."

That seems to be enough since the man strips off his 
cloths and Sara yipes in fear as she sees his thick 
cock. She lifts her cunt and offers it to him as he 
approaches, blushing and feeling ashamed that her 
body's offering itself to him so readily. Pressing her 
pussy against his dick a greater surge shoots up her 
spine but she realizes some thing's wrong. It's too big 
for her tiny body.

"Stop, it won't fit... I'm too small."

"Nonsense! You just gotta use a bit of force." and with 
that he shoves the length of his member into her, 
ripping her hymen and making her scream with pain. He 
reaches under her and dips his finger in her vaginal 
blood. His red, glistening fingers hover before her 
eyes, showing off her lost maidenhead. He then uses the 
blood to paint cat whiskers on her face. Sara wants to 
die from shame and disgust.

The man then begins rhythmically pumping into her. Each 
time he goes a bit deeper and the pain never really 
goes away. However, she's feeling the pangs of pleasure 
build up again. Finally his breathing gets hoarse and 
she knows he's close.

"I'm about to make you a momma," he whispers in her 
ear, making her sob again. He then groans and she comes 
with him, feeling his spunk shoot deep into her womb, 
filling her to the point that Sara thinks she'll burst. 
He stays in her for a minute before pulling out and 
moving her swimsuit back over her slit to hold the cum 
in. He then stands up, lifting his cock to eye level of 
the exhausted girl.

"Clean it," he says. Sara's head approaches the matted 
mess of cum and her virginal blood and she shrinks back 
sharply from the stench.

"Clean it!" he yells this time, grabbing her head 
harshly. Sara extends her tongue and then starts 
cleaning him, licking his dick like an ice cream cone. 
She wants to puke from the salty thick stuff and 
wonders just how many other girls this man has 
impregnated and forced to lick off their own sex juices 
and blood. He gets impatient and roughly shoves his 
dick into her mouth and begins pumping her head as she 
shakes it back and fourth in a futile effort to resist. 
While getting the forced blow job one of his hands 
wanders down to her right breast and begins to molest 
it.

"We're gonna need to fill these up. Maybe we'll get 
some milk out of you!" he laughs jovially, making her 
even sicker to her stomach.

After a while he stops again fully impaled on her 
throat and releases another torrent of cum. She gags 
down some of it but more runs out of her mouth when he 
withdrawals. He walks back to his jeans and pulls out a 
small camera, snapping a few photos while saying, "The 
cat whiskers are really a nice touch. Maybe it'll be 
your theme."

He seems to like the idea and pulls some cat ears, 
tail, and a pink collar from his bag. The ears are 
simply a fuzzy head band, but the tail she finds needs 
its end shoved in her ass to stay in place, making her 
yelp yet again. As the collar locks in place she 
wonders how a hard working girl with everything going 
for her could end up in such a placed, left to live a 
life of disgust and abuse. However, another part of her 
mind, the primal part that she's always kept locked 
away kinda liked what was happening and she knew then 
that whatever happens from here on out she'd never be 
the same girl for it'd won. The animal instinct that 
wanted her to get pregnant and live a life of sex with 
this strong male was stronger after all.

Snapping a leash to the collar and unlocking the cuffs 
the man says, "Now meow!" and she does. He asks her to 
fill out a contract saying that she willfully belongs 
to him, and she does. He asks her to sign over any 
inheritance she would receive and she does. Finally she 
follows him on all fours out of the public restroom and 
into her new life.

Continued in part 2...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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