She on the other hand, was far from perfect. She had D cup breasts, and an absolutely massive rear end. Wing enjoyed these traits, but she obviously didn't. She made it no secret that she hated her body. Her face was still childlike, and she was still short in stature. Her tits and ass made her look fat, or so she thought. None of the guys at her private school liked her, none would even talk to her. But these guys were actually 11-year- old boys that for some strange reason had no idea what sex was all about. Catholic school brainwashing no doubt.

Jessica had only learned about sex from another guy online, who turned out to be a real jackass afterwards. She had forgotten to sign off of Net-Meeting when she closed off her computer, so unknown to her, Wing was still watching her through her digital camera. He watched as she slowly stripped naked, and walked across the room to get a pair of white panties and a white bra.

She chose her most plain pair, and put them on out of the view of the camera, what a disappointment. She then walked back into view wearing them and carrying her old cheerleading uniform. As she slipped into the uniform, which had been form fitting two years ago when she had last worn it, was now very tight and her breasts strained against it and the once mid-thigh length skirt was now almost too short. She'd have to take short steps, she thought.

Wing was watching the whole time as she practiced walking about her room, his hand stroking his member. Little did he know that this was the last time he'd see his love still innocent and unharmed.

"Mom, I need your help with the blood and makeup!" she called, and her computer's microphone picked up.

"Coming," her mother yelled back, walking through her bedroom door moments later toting a large makeup tray.

"This might take a while, sit down," her mother instructed.

"Okay mommy," she said in her most childlike voice, pulled her computer chair to the center of the room, and plopped down in it.

Her mother then proceeded to shave off Jess' eyebrows and open a bottle of red body paint. "Where do you want the bullet hole?"

Giggling, Jessie answered "How about the middle of my forehead?"

"Sure why not," her mom answered and began skillfully creating one on her daughter's forehead with the dark red paint, and making little trails of it down her head and neck, staining the collar of her shirt. Wing had by now left to go to a party and get high.

Turning little Jessica towards the mirror, her mother asked "How's this so far."

"Oh my god, I look dead."

"Not quite yet. We're gonna make it look like you really were killed," she stated while applying blue lipstick to her daughter's lips, "why not stick a knife in you too?"

"Hehe, sure," she answered with a giggle.

By the time they were completely finished, Jessica looked as though she had been beaten, raped, her clothes torn, and a fake dagger stuck in a fake wound on her left boob. Just before walking out the door to solicit candy as a dead cheerleader, she slipped into her room and took a picture of herself in full costume for her boyfriend to see later. She then dashed out the door alone, the first year her mother had allowed her to go unattended.

** Trick or Treat?

Within half an hour she had visited everyone on her block, and getting adventurous, she ventured across the main road her block butted up against, into what had always been forbidden territory for her. At the first house, she received a couple pennies. At the second, a teenaged boy answered the door and handed her a bag of white powder.

She immediately recognized it as cocaine, but instead of refusing she took it, and decided to try it, just a little out of curiosity. As she finished that block, she had received a free sample of heroin and another of pot, complete with a lighter. As she approached the last house, she wondered what lay inside this one.

A large Mexican man answered the door, and invited her in. Jessie, like any good girl hesitated a moment, but then stepped inside, as it was getting cold out and she could use a little warming up. The man invited her to his living room and instructed her to sit down while he got some candy.

"Sure mister. I can't stay long though," she said still keeping up the nice girl act.

"Alright little girl, here you go."

** The Goods

When she awoke, she didn't know where she was. Then it all came flooding back to her. She felt a hard throbbing pain in her head, and tried to rub it with her hands.

She couldn't her arms were bound. She suddenly became aware that she was tied spread eagle on this man's bed, still dressed in full costume. Her mother had convinced her to remove the panties and shave her cunt before she left, just in case she met any boys. She knew her mother hadn't meant this, but had just wanted her daughter to live on the edge a little bit.

She immediately realized how vulnerable this left her to any advances onto her by this man. She pulled at her restraints and violently thrashed around in the half inch of movement she had in any direction, but quickly tired. She then noticed another pain in her throat as though she had been hit there as well.

Suddenly, her captor appeared in the doorway, naked, and holding a knife. She immediately attempted to scream, but could hardly get a squeak out of her injured neck. What had he done to her? What was he GOING to do to her? The large Mexican moved closer, and her eyes suddenly locked onto his member. Almost 10 inches long, and only just beginning to harden, it sent a lightning bolt of lust up her spine, and then a wave of fear back down.

She lay there shivering and crying, her mind racing to try to figure out if she was fertile on this day or not. She attempted to say, "Please... I know what you're going to do... But just please, use a condom," but didn't manage to get anything out, but her lips moved.

"Hahaha, little girl can't talk?" he said as he moved towards the bed, "Maybe some dick would help?"

Her shaved brows drew up and her eyes were huge and empty with terror. Jessica strained against her bindings determined to get free even if she lost her arms and legs in the process.

She didn't get that far however, as her captor climbed into bed and sat on her thighs, his fat prick laying out over her crotch and stomach, slowly hardening into a foot long monster. She just stared at it, terrified of what it would do to her, but at the same time lusting for the pleasure it might bring.

The large man slowly pulled back and positioned his hard, brown prick at her most private place, that nobody but her and her doctor had ever touched since she was 5 years old.

Suddenly, a blur of unbearable pain engulfed her as the man slammed his entire prick into her in one violent movement. She felt that she might split in two with this monstrous thing up to the balls inside of her. Her hymen wasn't even the most painful part. He had forced her insides to stretch to accommodate him to the point where her intestines had been misplaced by his prick. At places she had nearly torn open, but had managed to stay together, but barely.

Before she had even managed to regain vision, she was overcome by another wave of pain as he began to fuck her. His big balls slapping against her ass on every stroke. The whole shaft being brought in and out of her over and over. This all went on for almost fifteen seconds before the large man suddenly slammed himself hard against her and held it, nearly knocking her unconscious.

At that same instant, she felt his cock begin jerking inside of her, and felt what seemed to be liquid fire filling her insides, and only after he had pumped her full of his juices for a longer time than he had spent humping her did he pull his cock out. It was covered in blood and cum. She didn't know it yet as her eyesight was still so badly blurred from the shock earlier.

He spent the next minute wiping it all off on her huge chest, and then just as she regained control over herself, she felt his cockhead against her asshole.

The look of terror that washed over her face was so incredibly delicious, and he forced himself in once again with a single stroke. He butt tore open around him, her rectum giving way and her already lower intestines stretched to the breaking point as the intruder broke in.

Somehow, she remained on the edge of consciousness as her rapist assaulted her backside. After a few seconds there, he flooded her torn backside with his baby juices, but she could not feel it, her lower body was numb with pain. He pulled his pole out of that orifice and once again wiped himself clean on her clothes. Shit, cum and blood, a wonderful mess on such a wonderful victim.

Jessie didn't care what he did to her now, she just wanted him to get it over with and kill her. Her assailant raised his prick to her mouth, and she willingly took it in, hoping she'd choke to death on it. She would have gotten what she wanted, but when she gagged on his meat, she bit down on him, causing him to scream and pull himself out.

She was then beaten, her teeth knocked out, her entire body whipped and hit until she was just one big bruise.

** The Return

Her ordeal had been hard, but it'd just get harder. He had dumped her back on the street, and she wandered for hours until her uncle found her around midnight. She had been hospitalized and patched up for her injuries. She had placed a phone call from her hospital bed to Wing as soon as she could speak once more. She still had four more surgeries to be done before she'd be remotely back to her normal self.

After successfully selling a computer he had built to his school, Wing flew out to Jessie's bedside and they spent their first real time together just crying. News crews were in and out of the hospital room all day, this was making big area news. Little did they know that soon after the last crew left for the day, that it would become a national news headline.

Four LAPD officers, all members of the SWAT team had stolen MP5 assault rifles, a door breeching shotgun, body armor, ammunition, and fragmentation grenades from their headquarters and attacked and killed the man that had done this to her. Little was left of him or the house she had been raped in by the time they were finished.

The cops gave up willingly but only lost their jobs, nobody would dare attempt to prosecute for fear of public backlash. Soon Wing and Jessica were on a satellite feed with his hometown of Baltimore and being interviewed by news reporters.

All this media frenzy just made things worse, but in the end, after all had calmed down, enough money had been sent to a fund set up at his parent's bank to allow him to move in and go to school with his love.

Now they live peacefully together, still nursing Jessie's wounds, both physical and emotional.

The End