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Subject: {ASSM} "Suburban Girl" Part Three (M/f, non-consensual, rape)
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Author's Note: This story is heavily inspired my personal favorite
UseNet story of all time, "Farm Girl" by Dark Dreamer. It's not a
retelling of that awesome tale, nor is it a sequel or anything like
that. Rather it's sort of a re-imagining of Dark Dreamer's classic
character, Becky, as told in my own words. I hope no one is going to
consider this plagiarism. I have loved "Farm Girl" for more than a
decade now, having first read it when I was a shy 13-year-old girl who
knew little about erotica but became instantly hooked. I hope that
this story serves as a tribute to Dark Dreamer's work.

Synopsis: In the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio a young girl discovers
that masturbation is a sin. But when she breaks a promise to God to
stop her immoral actions she begins to see the Bible's list of sexual
restrictions as her most basic and carnal desires. Because for this 13-
year-old suburban girl, sin and her wanton sexual needs go hand in
hand as she struggles to endure a body built for sex, abuse, and
constant orgasm.

Blah-Blah: If you like this story please let me know by e-mail! You
can also reach me at my website, www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Forbidden_Fantasies/www/

Notice: All accounts, descriptions, locations, people, places, and
events are the work of fiction and are the product of the author's
imagination. The following story contains explicit sexual content.

Suburban Girl
by PunkyGirl04

Part Three
**********

I started fucking the dogs on an almost nightly basis. Or rather, I
started getting fucked by the dogs on an almost nightly basis. I was
never really in control, you see. Night would come and the house would
settle and I would lay awake in bed imagining that I could hear them
howling for me. The thought that they were demanding me to sneak out
to serve them would get me so wet that I would toss and turn for
hours, unable to sleep from wanton horniness. Sometimes exhaustion
would eventually take hold but that was rare. More often than not I
surrendered to what I perceived was their will.

It was risky, I knew. There was always a chance of getting caught.
Despite that, however, I often found myself going to them. I'd open my
window in the dead of night, slip out onto the roof, and then scamper
down the lattice to the ground below. Sometimes, when I was feeling
especially horny, I would strip naked first and sneak over to the
kennel in the nude. It was exhilarating, but whether I was clothed or
not when I arrived didn't matter. My demanding canine masters knew why
I was there. I never needed peanut butter anymore. When I went to them
I was always wet already, and they could smell my desire and knew that
I was in heat. Sometimes they would fight to establish who got first
dibs, but generally it was Ike (who had been away with my dad and
brothers that first night) who mounted me first. Marshal, my dear and
gentle pet who had penetrated me the first time, usually went last.
Patton and MacArthur rounded out the middle spots, and that was the
way it worked.

My sexually immature (and increasingly depraved) young mind would
justify my actions however it could. Convincing myself that I had no
choice but to do their "bidding" served the dual purpose of turning me
on and establishing that none of this was my fault. I didn't give them
my body, they took it. I didn't want to fuck them, they fucked me. The
Bible was clear that man had been blessed to "reign over the fish in
the sea, the birds in the sky, and all the animals", but when I was
with my dad's dogs I actually felt like an animal. When they fucked me
it was like I was a different person, a different species, not
ordained by God to dominate these beasts but a weak and wanton
creature destined to do their bidding. And that creature had no idea
why a 13-year-old Becky Sullivan would even try to resist. In fact,
the creature those dogs turned me into hated Becky Sullivan, a weak-
willed human girl scared of her own shadow and ashamed of what her
body needed. In that kennel, with those dogs, I felt a kind of primal
joy I'd never even imagined had existed before.

It wasn't like I didn't know how sick these nighttime sojourns were,
though. In my hungover yet sexually sated mood the morning after
fucking them that first time, I did some research. The Bible was very
clear: "A woman must not offer herself to a male animal to have
intercourse with it; this is a perverse act." (Leviticus 18:23). And
this came from the Bible, the holy tomb that had been my education, my
schooling, my everything since I was old enough to read! And it told
me I was "perverse" for fucking the dogs. This fact meant something to
me, believe it or not. It made me cry some nights, and have nightmares
of roasting in Hell for my terrible sinning. But it couldn't stop me.
Nothing could. Because when I got on my knees for those dogs I became
an animal, and I liked being an animal. The orgasms they gave me were
quick and sure and perfect in a way that really can't be described.
Sins be damned, I'd confess them on my deathbed. I certainly wouldn't
confess them now. My weekly confessions to Father DeGrazia became less
and less sincere as time passed along.

My fear of eternal damnation for what I was doing could only be
rivaled by my fear of what might happen if my dad or brothers ever
found out. Thankfully my dad had built the kennel for the specific
purpose of quieting the dogs' yowling and barks. My cries and moans as
his pets pummeled me were nothing in comparison to their level of
noise, so I could remain fairly confident that no one could hear me
with them. Even so I was afraid. Constantly afraid. Every night, after
Marshal came inside me, I shook from head to toe as I crept back
toward the house. What if Tyler or Ron or Jason had woken up for a
late-night pee and had checked in on me? What if my dad had? Or what
if I'd been wrong when I'd left, and one of them had still been awake
and had seen me sneaking out? I thanked God every night when I
returned safely to my bed without incident. With doggy-sperm filling
my womb I would swear to myself, and to Him, that I wouldn't be so
reckless anymore. But I knew I was thanking a God who I clearly had no
respect for. I mean, I was breaking one of his earliest laws! Those
words from Leviticus haunted me: "...a woman must not offer herself to
a male animal to have intercourse with it, this is a perverse act."
They made me cry. But then I would sleep a bit, go to school, and the
cycle would start over again the next night.

Speaking of school, my year as an 8th grader at St. Mary the
Immaculate had started with little fanfare. Although I was now in the
top class of the private middle school I had nothing to show for it.
As I'd feared that incredible weekend of my 13th birthday, Melissa had
fallen into Jody's bitchy little clique, leaving me with no friends.
Though the quiet girl would sometimes still talk to me if Jody wasn't
around, I had absolutely no use for her if she wasn't willing to be my
friend full time. Nor did I have any interest in making other friends.
All I wanted to do every day was go home, run upstairs to my bedroom,
and masturbate myself stupid whilst reading the porno magazines I'd
started purchasing at the Silver Star Liquor store. A good climax
before fixing dinner for my dad and brothers always seemed justified.
But how could I have a good climax if I hung out with girls my age?
Most of the girls at St. Mary's were either boring as hell (which
happened to be the image I cultivated for myself), or bitchy as hell.
I lost interest in them. Friends became an afterthought and my new
porno magazines, along with my dogs, became the priorities in my life.

The porno mags that had stories in them were my favorite. Pictures
were great for when I was so close to orgasm that I needed to
concentrate on my pussy but the stories really got me in the mood. I
found that the stories served as an amplifier to my normal state of
sexual arousal and I loved the feeling they gave me. I especially
liked the ones written from the female point of view, too. Some of the
things these women wrote about just shocked me to the core. And that
got me hot. I quickly learned that the more something shocked me, the
more intrigued I became by it. Crazy as it sounds I had turned into a
just barely 13-year-old who considered straight-up lesbian sex
"vanilla". Throw in some serious fisting, on the other hand? Well, I'd
read that story over and over again.

The guys at the Silver Star knew me well by now as I was up to smoking
about a pack every other day. That was definitely my second biggest
addiction: nicotine. This was another risky behavior I'd adopted. If
my dad found out about that, I knew full well, he'd kill me. But it
was so much fun! And there was a bus stop not far from the store so I
could stop by there basically every day after school. Walking home
from there gave me ample time to smoke, gave me an opportunity to soak
in the stares of passersby, and allowed me to avoid getting off the
bus with Jody and her minions at our neighborhood stop. It was a
totally win-win situation.

Whenever I entered the Silver Star I'd wave to whoever was working
with a smile on my face, then shudder delightfully as I felt their
eyes glue onto my body. Except for on weekends I was always wearing my
school uniform and the stares I got from wearing it always made me
feel good. I no longer thought of that uniform as drab and boring.
Sure, the colors were all grays and black and white, but I had noticed
that since my body had developed over the summer I got a lot of
appreciative stares while sauntering around in it. The pleated gray
skirt along with the white shirt and matching knee-high socks seemed
to really turn men on. I guess the innocent nature of a little girl's
school uniform, contrasted by my developing curves and perky little
breasts, made me look sexy in a forbidden sort of way. The more I
noticed men liking it the more I liked wearing it, too. The only
problem was having to unbutton the darn shirt so that I could flash my
tits for the men at the Star. It made the process take longer, but
that wasn't too big a deal. I no longer got nervous baring my chest
for these strangers and, in fact, it gave me a wonderful thrill to
engage in such exhibitionism. And since I'd taken to buying the bras
that clasp in the front, showing my naked tits was actually easier in
that sense. Front clasping bras, I learned, made life a lot easier in
a myriad of ways.

One day after leaving the Silver Star I lit up a cigarette and found
myself staring across the street at Blue Moon Video. I hadn't been in
there since the Saturday I'd first fucked the dogs and I was trying to
decide if I should finally return the movie I had rented that
wonderful night. The owner of the store had said I could return it "in
my own due time" but it was going on two months now. November was fast
approaching and the leaves had already fallen from the trees. It made
me feel guilty that I'd held onto the movie for so long. I guess I'd
been holding onto it in the hope that I'd get another chance to watch
it, but in my heart of hearts I knew those chances were slim. When my
dad wasn't around at least one of my brothers always was. Without a TV
in my own room I had no privacy. I pondered for a moment if I should
finally give it back, my heart aching at the thought of losing such a
filthy and exciting possession. With a sigh I finally flicked my
cigarette away and headed across the street to the video store. It was
time to let go of "Group Girls 2".

I kept the movie hidden in my backpack since I knew it was the last
place my dad or brothers would ever invade my privacy. My bedroom was
fair game, as was my purse, and I'd found the top drawer of my bureau
(where I kept my underwear) disheveled on several occasions over the
last six weeks or so. But no one had any interest in spying on what my
latest homework assignments were.

I kept my porn magazines in the bag too but there was another reason
for that. Having porn mags available whenever I needed them was a
convenience. Sometimes at school I would get really hot and bothered
thinking of the dogs, or of Amy, or of whatever. When I got so worked
up from these perverted thoughts that I couldn't concentrate on class
anymore, well, I simply had to cum. I couldn't resist it. But
masturbating in a Catholic school's girls bathroom isn't as easy as
you might think. I would sit there in a stall, fingering myself, and
then hear another girl in the bathroom start talking about God. Or
family. Or tests. Such mundane things always crushed my libido and
made it hard for me to climax. Having a good porno magazine on hand to
rub-off to always set me straight. Besides, it was kinda hot to
masturbate to a hard-core porn magazine whilst listening to other
girls my age (or younger) gossip about whatever from the other side of
my stall.

As I stared at the video store I was glad I'd kept that DVD hidden in
amongst my porn mags and school textbooks. It really was time to
return it, I realized, and the parking lot in front of Blue Moon Video
was empty.

I went inside the store and smiled when I saw the owner walking down
one of the aisles toward the front. When he saw me waving happily to
him he smiled, too, and came waddling over in that slow, precise way
he had. He didn't look any different than he had the last time I had
seen him, though I suppose he had lost some weight. He still had a
good sized spare tire around his midsection, don't get me wrong, but
his button-up shirt seemed to be hanging a bit more loosely on his
pear-shaped frame. He also looked a little pale, as though he'd been
sick or something, but he didn't sound under the weather at all when
he greeted me.

"Becky, ahh, Becky Sullivan!" his voice boomed.

"Heya!" I said, fluttering my lashes and smiling. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know," he shrugged as he drank in my visage with a head-to-
toe stare. He walked around to the other side of the counter and
leaned heavily against it and sighed. "Internet rentals are killing
me, ahh, you know how it is. How are things? Did you, ahh, have school
today or are you just dressing up special for me, now?"

I giggled. I had become much more comfortable playing the flirt over
the last couple of months, though I hadn't had a ton of practice. I
didn't often get the opportunity to speak with members of the opposite
sex, except for at home of course, but there I was a meek and obedient
daughter and sister and never a flirty teen. But I guess that with the
dogs to satisfy me sexually, the long walks home from Silver Star to
soak in leering eyes, and all the porn I'd been reading had caused me
to become more comfortable with my sexuality. I think that if a cute
boy had walked up to me and struck up a conversation I would have been
awkward and insecure, but flirting with people who I knew I would
never have sex with came easy now. People like the guys at the Silver
Star, for instance, or this man who owned the video store whose name I
still didn't know.

After blushing gracefully at the man's remark I slipped my backpack
off and put it on the counter. "I have that movie you let me rent," I
said quietly with a grin. "I'm really sorry I kept it so long!"

"Nonsense!" he bellowed. "I told you to, ahh, keep it, as long as you
liked. Did you like it?"

I gave him a mischievous smile. The day after my first night with the
dogs I had watched the movie again and had decided that the second
scene was my favorite. It was the only scene in which the woman, a
tall and skinny brunette, actually appeared to be in more pain than
pleasure when she was getting reamed in either hole by the three men.
That scene more than any of the others had made me lament the fact
that my dad and brothers had returned home the next day. It was the
scene that had made me so reluctant to return the movie since I'd been
dying to see it again. Lowering my voice I said, "Act Two was the
coolest thing I ever saw!"

"Ahh, the brunette," he replied in his normal speaking voice. "When
the big fella is fucking her in the ass it looks like she's going to
start crying, don't it?"

My smiling face quickly turned into a worried one. I began scanning
around the video-store, feeling nervous. When I'd spoken with him
before about the movie he'd "accidentally" rented to me we'd talked in
hushed tones and were careful not to mention anything specific about
what kind of movies we were talking about. It was a game I'd been
surprisingly good at, a game I'd enjoyed playing. But he wasn't
playing it now.

He saw the concern on my face and made a dismissive gesture with his
meaty hand. "Don't worry, no one else is, ahh, here," he said. "I had
to let go of, ahh, Roger a few weeks ago."

"What about customers?" I asked, more worried about them than the
store employee I'd only ever seen once.

"Don't I wish," he chuckled. "Don't, ahh, worry about it, we're all
alone." He grinned and winked at me. "So, you come for another, ahh,
movie? I have one I bet would knock those pretty socks of yours right
off."

"N-no," I said slowly. I wasn't feeling very flirtatious anymore.
Hearing him talk about the movie like that had done more than ruined
our little game. It was awkward, suddenly, to know he knew what I'd
watched, and what had been my favorite part, without the euphemisms to
hide behind.

"Why not?" he asked. "Free of charge if that's your, ahh, worry."

"No, it's not that," I said, chewing on my lower lip now. "It's just,
I don't have any place to watch 'em. I was alone that weekend but I
never am now and I don't have my own TV and..."

"Hah!" he interrupted me, "you must be the only, ahh, teenager in
America without a TV in their room!" I smiled nervously and nodded.
Then he leaned in a bit closer and said in a conspiratorial voice,
"Tell ya what, though. I've got a, ahh, TV all set up in back. You can
use it whenever you want."

My heart began to flutter. "Really?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "In fact I have something, ahh, special back there
right now. You wanna go see?"

I frowned. It was a very tempting offer. I hadn't seen a porn movie
since that Sunday night before my dad returned home with my brothers.
The porn magazines were great with their pictures and stories but
actually being able to see live-action sex was definitely what I
preferred. But even so my brain was telling me this was a bad idea and
that I should just leave. My pussy, though, was throbbing with desire
and he plainly saw the temptation in my large blue eyes.

"Come on," he said reassuringly, as though it was no big deal for a 13-
year-old girl to go into the back room of a video store and watch hard
core pornography with a 40-something man. "I can lock up for a few
minutes to get you, ahh, situated. Then you can stay as long as you
like. It's employees only back there so, ahh, no one will bother you."

No! No! No! the logical part of my brain was screaming, but his offer
was irresistible to my hormone-driven mind. What could be the harm? it
said. He brings you back there, shows you how to use the remote
control, and then you can watch some good porn in privacy. It'll be
great!

My pussy agreed with that logic, and that was that. After a momentary
pause I found myself bobbing my head up and down, my golden hair
bouncing around my head as I shyly said, "Well, okay..."

It didn't take him long to lock the front door and flip over the "Be
Right Back" sign on the door, and soon I was walking side by side with
him down the aisle to the back of the store. He was acting very
casual, chatting about innocuous things like the weather and stopping
a couple times to adjust a DVD on a shelf or something. I just gripped
my backpack, which was slung over one shoulder, and smiled and nodded
nervously as he talked. I was afraid that if I heard my own voice
again I'd lose my nerve or something and I wanted so desperately for
this to work out. It would mean I'd have a place to watch porn movies
again, and so what if some creepy old pervert knew I was masturbating
in the back of his store? It was a little embarrassing but sort of
hot, too. I mean, if exposing me to hard-core pornography was what got
him off how did that possibly affect me? He got his jollies, I got my
porn, and we'd both be happy. The arrangement seemed so simple and
awesome that I was actually counting myself lucky.

He unlocked the "Employees Only" door with a key and then walked in
ahead of me. Taking a little breath, I followed. The room was dimly
lit, a lone fluorescent light fixture above flickering eerily as
though it was going to burn out in any minute. Around the perimeter of
the room were wire shelving units, every shelf of which was packed
tight with obsolete VHS tapes, cardboard boxes, and old rolled-up
movie posters. Directly in front of me was a long folding table piled
high with empty DVD cases and messy stacks of paperwork. On the other
side of the table was an old ratty recliner which sat in front of the
promised television set. It wasn't nearly as nice a set as the one we
had at home but it was a good size and anyway, beggars can't be
choosers. It wouldn't be like at home, obviously, but it was still
going to be great!

Yes, great. It was going to be awesome. But why was I so nervous?

I let my heavy backpack slump off my shoulder to the floor and then
followed him around the long table to where the TV was. He was
apologizing for the light, saying he kept meaning to replace that
fluorescent tube, but did I know how much of a pain in the ass it was
to replace those things? I just shrugged and nodded. I was standing
next to the old, patched-up recliner and watching as he rummaged
around inside a box next to the television set. He was mumbling,
"Let's see, let's see," and then finally said, "Ahh! Here it is." He
put a disc into the DVD player and then stood up and turned to face
me. The flickering greenish light made his pale skin look a little
creepy but he was all smiles as he said, "Alright, now I think you're
going to, ahh, really like this."

He sat down heavily in the recliner, which seemed way too small for
him, and turned the television set on with a remote. Isn't that
supposed to be my seat? the logical part of my mind wondered. But the
horny part of my brain decided, He's fat and old and needs to rest
while he shows you the remote. Just relax!

After fumbling with the remote for a moment he grinned at me. "Now
watch this," he said in a mirthful tone of voice.

No DVD movie menu splashed across the screen, nor did any FBI
copyright warnings or anything like that. When he hit play on the
remote there was just a brief pause before the screen was filled with
the image of a bed in what appeared to be a cheap motel room. The
production quality wasn't nearly as good as the other two porn movies
I'd seen. There were no credits, and no soundtrack, or anything like
that. What there was, though, was an image of a girl not much older
than me laying back on the bed wearing nothing but a grown man's t-
shirt. She was reading what appeared to be a porno magazine with an
indifferent expression on her young face.

My heart caught in my throat at the sight of her. She couldn't be much
older than 14, I figured, or 15 at the absolute oldest. I could feel
my pulse quicken as I realized what kind of movie this was. Not just a
porn movie, but a porn movie starring a girl! Not a full grown woman
but a girl like me. I'd never heard of such a thing. Instinctively I
knew it was wrong, and probably illegal, but I felt my nipples harden
anyway.

I must have made some kind of sound because the video store owner
looked up at me from his sitting position and smiled. "Wait, ahh, it
gets better."

And it did. The girl, who was very pretty with long dark hair and
incredible eyes, suddenly closed the magazine and placed it on a
nightstand next to her. Then she sat up in the bed and pulled off her
top without any fanfare. Her breasts were larger than mine, a good c-
cup in size I thought, and her body was clearly more developed, too.
Her tits were capped with big brown nipples and her long slender legs
were nearing the end of their maturation. I decided then that she had
to be at least 15 but she could have just been a well developed 14-
year-old. It was hard to pin-point an exact age but her incredible
youth was obvious, especially in her eyes. The expression in them was
blank but there was a youthful innocence there, too, that can't be
faked by adults. She leaned back into her pillows again and spread her
legs apart, bringing her feet back so that her pussy was fully
exposed. For the first time the camera moved, zooming in slowly to her
vagina as her slender fingers began to play with herself down there.
Her pussy was hairless and sort of puffy and I found myself squeezing
my legs together involuntarily. The girl's fingers were gently pulling
aside the lips of her young cunt and holding it open for the
inspection of the camera.

I didn't even notice that the video store owner had gently put his
left arm around my hip. Even when his hand began to wander, going down
the front of my left thigh over my skirt, it was only the vaguest
sensation way off in the distance. I was too enraptured with the image
of a girl not much older than me showing off her wares in front of a
camera to pay attention to anything else. And when the camera zoomed
back again so that the entire bed was once more in view I felt my legs
begin to shake. Because the man who had been operating the camera,
which was evidently on a tripod, suddenly stepped into the frame.

He was a large man with a hairy chest wearing absolutely nothing
except for what looked like an old fashioned executioner's hood over
his head. As the girl continued to hold open her puffy labia she
looked at him with an expressionless face. He slowly walked over to
the side of the bed, sat down on it, and said one word: "Now." The
girl knew what he meant. She crawled around over to him and obediently
draped her thin body over his lap. Loud slapping sounds were heard
next as he began to spank her. For the first time the girl made a
sound, gasping in pain soon after the man started to punish her pale
young behind.

My legs went weak as the hooded man brutally spanked the girl's ass.
Memories of my father spanking me not that long ago made me whimper
audibly as I struggled to remain standing. I felt weak, the eroticism
of what I was seeing sapping me of all my strength. When the video
store owner began pulling me over to him I offered no resistance. He
pulled me down into his lap, his thick arm still around my waist as
his right hand now began to gently, just barely, touch my right thigh.
I could feel something hard underneath my little butt and in the
recesses of my brain I knew that the video store owner had a hard on.
I didn't care. I didn't care that I was sitting on this ugly man's
lap, that I was sitting on his covered erection, that his right hand
was sliding up and down my thigh and pulling my skirt up higher with
every motion. All I could do was breathe heavily as I watched the girl
on the video cry in front of me, her long dark hair obstructing her
face but her choking sobs clearly audible.

It was the first time I'd ever seen an amateur video. It was the first
time I'd ever seen kiddie porn. And it had me in such a trance that
the fact I was being groped by the strange and ugly video store owner
didn't even register. At first.

The hooded man began to turn the girl around in his lap after spanking
her for awhile. He placed the soft, whimpering girl on her knees
between his hairy legs and commanded her to suck him off. Just as she
began to obey the video store owner finally placed his meaty hand
directly on the skin of my thigh. That's when I realized he'd tugged
my pleated skirt up all the way to my waist. I finally looked down and
it looked almost as though I was wearing nothing but my panties, my
smooth, soft legs pressed together and completely bare down to my knee-
high socks. Reality began to settle in at that moment. The owner's
hand was caressing my thigh, moving slowly toward my panties covered
mound. Underneath my butt I could feel the outline of his erection
throbbing and his left hand suddenly placed itself over my left
breast.

"See?" he rasped quietly in my ear, "I knew you'd, ahh, like this..."

He had no intention of leaving me alone to enjoy the porno movie by
myself, I realized just then. My body finally tensed up at the
sensation of his hands on me. It should have been obvious from the
start but I'd naively chosen to trust him. My stupid young brain
hadn't been able to overrule my horny young cunt and now this gross,
ugly man was touching me. Molesting me! And what he wanted became
glaringly obvious.

The movie forgotten, I debated what I should do. Allow him to keep
groping me like this? That seemed safe in a way but I now knew exactly
where that would lead. And despite what I had been doing with the dogs
I still considered myself a virgin, safe from God's judgement on that
count at least. As crazy as it sounds I considered sex with a man more
taboo and wicked than sex with Marshall, Patton, and the rest of my
dad's mastiffs. It had been ingrained in me at school and at church:
when a man entered a woman they became one flesh in the eyes of God,
joined together for all time as man and wife. I mean, I had to look up
the sin of bestiality myself, but the sin of sex before marriage had
been ingrained in my for years! And the thought of being this fat ugly
man's wife scared me more than even his groping hands did at that
moment, and I took action accordingly.

I jumped up from his lap, nearly falling over as I broke free from his
gentle hold. "Stop, stop!" I cried. "Let me go!"

I was both confused and scared at this point. I didn't understand how
had I gotten into such an intimate position with this man without even
noticing. I couldn't even remember sitting down in his lap. I took
some nervous steps backward away from him as I glanced around the room
in a panic, not sure what to do, not even sure what was going on
anymore.

The video store owner glared at me, then, and there was nothing jovial
or casual about the expression on his face. The look he was giving me
turned my fear into genuine terror. As the fluorescent light flickered
above he gave me a cold, evil looking stare as slurping sounds from
the video filled the room around us. The only other sound I could hear
at that moment was the pounding of my own heart and his heavy
breathing.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he said in a cold, menacing voice. "Get
back over here. Now!"

I was shaking from my head to my toes and was on the verge of tears.
For whatever reason, though, his commanding voice almost made me take
a step forward. I stopped myself, though, and shrieked, "NO!"

And then I ran. He grabbed at me as I sprang forward but I was too
quick. I nearly stumbled as I scampered around the long folding table,
my dress shoes clacking against the concrete floor as I moved with all
the speed I could muster. The door wasn't far but in my panicked state
it seemed a world away. Behind me I could hear the man cursing and
moving toward me as the slurping sounds from the video continued. I
seemed to be moving in slow motion as step after step brought me
closer to freedom. My tiny hands were outstretched, grasping for the
doorknob well before they touched it. And when they did I had this
brief surge of hope in my chest. All I had to do was turn it and the
door would open up into the safety of the well lit store and there was
no way he could do anything to me out there, I thought. I was almost
free.

But the doorknob wouldn't turn.

My body slammed into the door at full speed. I shrieked in fear and
disbelief: why wouldn't the doorknob turn?! I tried again and again
but it wouldn't budge. I began to cry, saying, "Oh, God, please, let
me go!" as I continued to struggle with the doorknob. In my heart I
already knew I was trapped. The door was locked tight. But even as the
the video store owner lumbered up behind me I continued to fight
against the obvious. I sobbed and begged and confusedly fought with
the doorknob as the man finally reached me. With strong hands he
grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around to face him. He looked
like the Devil himself at that moment, his face contorted into an evil
smile as he slammed my feeble body back against the door. My head
smacked against it so hard I saw stars.

"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?" he laughed.

I blubbered incoherently and brought up my hands as if to push him
away but that was impossible. He gripped my arms with his strong hands
and pulled me close to him so that my body crushed against his gut.
The feeling of his body against mine scared me even more. He continued
laughing for a minute and then he shook me again. I was as light as a
feather compared to his surprising strength and he nearly lifted me
off of the ground as he shook me. Everything was a blur at this point
but as I sobbed uncontrollably I could hear his laughter.

He hissed in my ear, "There's nothing for you out there, Becky. A girl
like you should, ahh, know everything you need is right in this room."

My sobs now mixed with little begging sounds from my mouth as he
stepped backward, carrying me with him and ignoring my pleas. I kicked
my legs but my feet just flailed helplessly in the air. He chuckled at
how weak and defenseless I was. At least I thought that was what he
was laughing at. It was hard to make sense of anything at that point,
especially his coarse laughter. How could he find any humor in a
situation like this?

"You're a, ahh, rare thing," he chuckled as he turned around, swinging
my body in the air as he did. "A dirty little slut but somehow, ahh,
innocent, too." With that he pushed his ugly, sneering face against
mine and our lips crushed together. It wasn't intimate or erotic like
my first kiss had been. He wasn't gently forceful like Amy. He was
simply forceful. I squirmed my head away from his, disgusted by the
taste of his sweaty lips, but that only made him laugh louder. Then he
turned me around and pushed me into the long folding table. He pulled
my arms behind my back and suddenly I felt my wrists pressed together,
one of his giant hands grabbing them and locking around them like a
fleshy handcuff. He now had one hand free and he used it to push away
the giant stacks of empty DVD cases. As he bent me over the table I
could hear them crashing to the ground around me.

"Relax," he hissed in my ear. He'd pushed my face against the table
top and my hair was a mess around my head as my tits flattened beneath
me. My sobbing continued as he ran his hand from the top of my head to
the back of my neck. It continued to slide down my back, over my arms
which were pinned there, around my side, then down farther still until
it reached the right side of my hip. It was at that exact spot where I
had been bent over and the edge of the table was digging painfully
into my waist as he stood dangerously close behind me. When his hand
began to tug my skirt up over my ass it wasn't a surprise. I knew,
even in my panicked and upset state, why he had me in the position I
was in. I whimpered pathetically when his sweaty hand began to rub at
my backside, right over each soft asscheeks, with only my panties to
protect my butt from his molesting touch.

"Anyone ever touch you, ahh, here before?" he asked, clearly enjoying
himself. "You ever been a, ahh, bad girl? Ever had Daddy spank you
here? Ever let a boy bend you over like this and, ahh, play with your
pretty little butt?"

When the only response I gave were my unrelenting sobs he leaned his
weight onto the arm that was holding me down, crushing my small body
painfully against the table. In a less playful tone of voice he asked
again, "Have you?"

"N-no!" I cried. The pain was intense and it was hard to breathe. When
he let up a bit I sucked in a lungful of air then went back to sobbing
as he continued to run his hand around my backside. He was tracing the
outline of my underwear, letting one beefy finger slide along under
the elastic and following it to where my legs met.

"So no, ahh, lucky boys have had you like this?" he asked, obviously
pleased. "But I bet your daddy has spanked this little butt. Hasn't
he?" After I managed to choke out my reply he continued. "I thought
so. Daddy's probably trained you, ahh, his whole life. Bet you enjoyed
it, too, draped over his lap, getting spanked for being a bad girl?
Hah! But guess what, little one? I'm your daddy now. You'll get your
punishments and, ahh, pleasure, from me, from now on. Yes you will."

And then his finger slid free from under my panties and his hand
cracked down on my defenseless butt. I gasped in pain as he laughed
behind me. He did it again, and again, alternating between each cheek
as I writhed against the table. Truth be told my dad's spankings had
always been much harsher. At least this guy wasn't telling me he
wished I'd never been born. But the stinging of his hand was still
intense, causing me to squirm my butt and helplessly kick my legs.
Only the tips of my toes were able to reach the floor before but now
they just kicked back blindly into the air. My body seemed to slip
forward on the table a bit, too, and when I tried to get my toes back
on the floor they wouldn't reach.

Thankfully, finally, he stopped slapping my butt and to my surprise
the room was silent. The movie must have ended but more than that, the
sounds of my sobbing had been replaced with heavy breathing. Quiet
breaths, uncomfortable breaths, but not the fear-filled choking sobs
they'd been a few moments earlier.

He seemed to notice, too. He chuckled softly to himself as he
unceremoniously pulled down my panties. He peeled them down over my
butt and then yanked on them forcefully so they would come down the
front side, too. Every time his hand made contact on my bare behind I
shuddered. Lightly along the crack, then his knuckles brushing between
my legs, then his hand on the inside of my thigh. I felt lost. Wasn't
I supposed to be afraid? Well, I was. Desperately afraid. I don't
think I'd ever known such fear. But it was like I had broken through
that into a sort of calm that replaced the panic from before. I knew
what was going on and I was pretty sure how my body would respond and
I knew I had no choice. I had to obey, the way I had always obeyed
when confronted with authority. It didn't erase the fear but at least
I wasn't so panicked I could hardly breathe anymore and that made me
feel better. I instinctively brought my legs together when the panties
were ready to drop, and drop they did after finally clearing my butt
and upper legs.

I kept my ankles pressed together with my underwear tangling with my
dress shoes, and made no move to kick them away. The video store owner
didn't seem to notice. He said, "Alright, ahh, Becky. I'm going to let
go of your arms now. If you so much as, ahh, try to push yourself up
or make any attempt to escape I'll hurt you. I hope you're smart
enough to understand what that means. I'm not, ahh, talking about
another spanking. If I have to, ahh, punish you today, you'll end up
regretting it the rest of your life. Do you understand?"

I gulped, and nodded my head, though it was an awkward motion with the
left side of my face still pressed against the table top.

"I want to, ahh, hear you say it," he said. His voice had an edge of
violence in it now, the same tone my father liked to use when
reminding me to do my chores or something. "And you'll, ahh, address
me as Sir. Now do, you, understand?"

He accentuated those last three words by once again leaning his weight
onto the arm that was pinning me down. I tried to suck in some air,
but it was no use: he was crushing me against the table even harder
than before. In desperation I tried to choke out the words, "Yes,
Sir!" but they sounded like soft little squeaks in my ears. Thankfully
they seemed to satisfy him. He let up on his arm and now I could
breathe again.

My numb arms fell limply to either side of me when he let go of my
wrists. I remained motionless as I tried to catch my breath. I could
hear him unzipping his pants, now. The distinct sound of the metal
teeth peeling apart as he slid down his zipper, then the leather-on-
leather hiss of his belt pulling out from its loop, and finally the
soft rustle of clothing as he unbuttoned. I didn't make a sound or
move a muscle. When he used one foot to softly kick my ankles apart I
remained limp even as one of my feet finally slipped free from my
panties. The white cotton underwear remained dangling from my right
ankle, though, while he pushed my legs apart and stepped forward into
me.

I felt his large gut first when it came to rest on top of my soft
butt. That's what made me start to cry again. I cried softly this
time, afraid to make much sound in what had become a quiet room. When
the head of his cock made contact with the entrance to my teenage hole
it was he who truly broke the silence by speaking. He whispered, "See,
girl? Ahh, you're already wet for me. You were wet when I bent you
over, you were wet when you were, ahh, in my lap. Now you're wet for
my cock."

And then he entered me.

He did it slowly. At first it was just a warm sensation at the lips of
my pussy, then it was more like the cucumber I'd penetrated myself
with in the past. But when I felt my cunt grudgingly accept the first
two inches of his penis it became its own experience entirely. This
wasn't like with the dogs, who fucked me fast with dicks I'd thought
were big in size. No, this was a real man's cock sliding into my body,
now. It was attached to a man who should have known I didn't want it.
When Marshal had first penetrated me against my will I'd thought of
that as rape, but in the end he was an animal. He didn't know any
better. This man, this horrible man, he knew better. He knew what he
was doing, and I had no choice but to be his victim.

"Everything about you screams victim," I could remember Amy telling
me. At the time I hadn't known what that meant. But now I did.

This was what being raped really felt like, I thought. The total lack
of choice. The fear, the helplessness. Both made me cry. And there was
pain too, of course. The physical pain of his cock as it stretched my
pussy wide for its entrance. But that paled in comparison with the
mental anguish I now felt. My sobs grew in intensity, not from my
stinging, screaming cunt but from my humiliated, helpless brain. From
the lack of power. From the realization that I was defenseless and
could not stop him from doing this to me. I sobbed and sobbed as he
slowly pushed inside my body. But I didn't move or say a word. All I
did was cry. My hot tears were like acid as they burned down my
reddened face and I endured his brutal, unwanted entry into my virgin
hole.

No man had ever fucked me and now this man was raping me. The Bible,
so far as I knew, made no distinction between wanted or unwanted sex.
My sobbing became even more pathetic when I realized that according to
the Book I'd studied my whole life, we were now one, one flesh. This
ugly, mean man was in me. We were now one flesh. In God's eyes he was
now my Adam, and I was his Eve.

If he had cum right away, like the dogs always did after penetrating
me, I might have been able to smarten up. Maybe I would have gone to
Father DeGrazia and asked him if there was an exception to the sex-
rule where rape was concerned. And maybe Father DeGrazia would have
told me that rape was different from consensual sex. Maybe I would
have felt saved. Maybe I would have concluded that being a victim
wasn't my fault, that I wasn't a sinner, and that I didn't have to
continue on this path my life had taken. But the video store owner did
not cum right away. So I can never really know for sure about all
that.

Unlike the dogs this man knew how to fuck a girl. He took his time.
And his cock was big. Bigger than the dogs', or at least thicker. That
didn't really matter, though. What mattered were the slow, deliberate
strokes he gave me. In and out. In... and... out. That first, drunken
night the dogs had fucked me I'd felt like each had taken forever, but
I'd long since realized that wasn't true. Generally it took more time
for their knots to shrink down after cumming in me than it did for
them to actually fuck me. They were quick and furious animals with
their strokes into my young body. This man, though, raping me over
this cheap table? He wasn't quick. He wasn't furious. He was slow and
deliberate. In and out he went, slowly, so slow. His fat gut rested on
my ass, sure, but his hips slid his cock into and out of me with
careful movements. One moment I felt empty, and then I felt full. With
each slow push he raped himself into me and all I could do anymore was
choke at the feeling. He was so slow! In and out, in and out, his fat
cock went. And there was no huge ball growing at the base of his cock,
either. No sudden and uncomfortable pain to detract from his
penetration of me. There was nothing to lock himself to me, either.
Nothing to stop his strokes, nothing to keep his shaft from chaffing
against my clit. The only thing that existed was the Fuck. And boy,
did he know how that game was played. Slow, even, over and over and
into me. Constantly surprising me. Constantly shocking me.

After probably ten minutes of this, my slender arms began to move,
sending even more of the piles of empty DVD cases crashing to the
ground. I stretched out my fingers to the other side of the table. I
gripped at it. Because I couldn't resist the pleasure I was feeling
anymore. My sobs turned into little grunting moans of desire as he
fucked himself in and out of my small body.

I tried desperately to keep my soft, choking grunts as quiet as
possible, but he heard them anyway. He chuckled in response. "I could
cum right now," he breathed, never breaking the rhythm of his slow in-
and-out fucking. "But I have a, ahh, mattress, in my van... I could
lay you out on it... Would you like that? Want me to, ahh, lay you
back on a nice mattress and fuck you like God intended?"

With a feeling of utter shame I realized that I did. Oh God, I did!
Even as my mind had lamented the way he was raping me my body had
begun to respond to it, and I realized now that I could cum. I could
actually cum from this mean, ugly man's rape of my small body. It was
humiliating but his dick felt so fat and large in me as he so slowly
pushed into and out of my tight pussy that I actually wished I could
be in a different position, and not just because being bent over this
table was so uncomfortable. I wanted to lay back, have him on top of
me. I wanted to feel him slam his meat deep into my womb as I wrapped
my skinny legs around his back. I wanted his crushing weight on my
tits, to be fucked missionary style like a husband does to impregnate
his wife, to feel his sweaty lips on mine as I came and came...

I continued choking back my moans of pleasure and my sobbing returned,
too. As he slowly fucked me I would whimper pathetically like a little
girl, then a spark would shoot up my spine when I felt my cunt fully
penetrated and I would stifle a gasp of desire, and then the sobs
would come back again. I didn't know how much longer I could put up
with this. Did he know how close I was to cumming? Was he just toying
with me?

I could hear him chuckling again. Then he said, "So, is that what you
want? Should I go, ahh, get the mattress?"

"Yuh--yes!" I sputtered mindlessly. My face burned even redder at the
sound of my tiny voice. Had I really just consented to having sex with
this man? I cried even more, and he let me cry for a moment, perhaps
enjoying the way I was breaking down for him. He'd already broken my
body, that was clear. Now he was breaking my mind.

"Yes, ahh, what, little one?" he asked finally.

His cock was fully in me and for once he actually left it there. He
kept it planted inside my cunt making me feel bloated, so joyously
bloated, that I thought now I might actually cum. But I didn't.
Instead I nearly hyperventilated as I used the last of my willpower to
resist answering his question. Then I gasped in pain when I felt him
slap my ass, hard, more like the way my dad liked to spank me than the
way he had earlier. "I, ahh, asked a question!" the video store owner
demanded.

"Yes, yes!" I said, my small body now writhing helplessly. I was still
gripping the far edge of the cheap table but now my legs were sort of
kicking out into the air as his cock remained locked inside me. I felt
charged up from head to toe, ready to climax, and wondered why he
wouldn't just finish me off.

He smacked my ass for a second time and I started to sob piteously
once again. "Yes, ahh, what?" he asked, almost kindly.

I continued to cry but managed to say, in between my blubbering sobs,
"Yes, I want... I want, the m-mattress!"

"Why the mattress?" he asked. His voice was so soft I could only
barely hear it over my sobbing. I felt his cock throb inside me as he
continued, "Becky? Why, ahh, the mattress? Why do you want it? So I
can fuck you the way, ahh, God intended? Is that why?"

I gasped one last time as my willpower fully dissolved. "Y-yes!
Please, please, so you c-can... so you c-can..."

"Fuck you?" he offered.

"YES!" I moaned. My body was a powder keg, ready to explode, and he
had my mind, now. With brute force and threat of violence he had
started raping me, conquering my body. But it was through subtle
fucking and my desire to cum that he had conquered my immature mind. I
cried out, "Yes, fuck me, FUCK me, please... g-get the m-mattress so
you c-can... fuck ME!"

He was chuckling now. He knew he had me. Slowly he withdrew his cock
from my wet young hole and said, "Well, ahh, I don't need the mattress
for that." Suddenly he slammed his cock back into me, a brutal thrust
that made me shriek with pleasure. "THIS is how God intended it, ahh,
Becky."

Now he really began to fuck me. No longer was he being slow and
deliberate. He pulled out, slammed home, pulled out again. Each time I
went from empty to full my threshold for pleasure seemed to multiply.
I kept thinking I was going to cum, I kept moaning and screaming and
crying as though I was about to cum, but each violent thrust into my
body only heightened my state of arousal instead. My body went limp
again as he rutted into me, over and over, and all I could do was moan
and pant deliriously as he chuckled sadistically. My mind was a jumble
of confused thoughts and feelings. Why couldn't I cum? I feared for a
brief, terrible moment that I had passed the point of cumming. Maybe I
would always feel like this, now, charged up and unable to climax.
Stupidly I began to sob once more, but they were sobs of frustration
only.

And then he did it.

I don't know how he did it, I don't know how he knew how to do it. But
on one final thrust into my tight box he angled his cock upward a
little so that I could feel the swollen head of cock push along the
back of vaginal tube. He did this slowly and it was like he'd found an
itch deep inside my teenage body that needed to be scratched. And
scratch it he did with the tip of his embedded cock. Finally, I
exploded.

I whimpered and screamed through my orgasm. It was such a relief I
nearly laughed, too, but my girlish giggles were overridden by my
whorish screams of delight. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire
as I came, and maybe that was why I was so aware of his throbbing cock
and his vice-like grip on my hips as he began to shoot his load into
me.

I'd started cumming before him and I was only finishing that
magnificent orgasm after he had emptied his load of sperm into my
womb. It felt hot and gooey inside me, much more substantive than what
the dogs ever gave me. When my orgasm finally subsided I realized the
room had grown eerily silent again. Even my panting had quieted and
his chuckling had ceased. He pulled out of me, then, just as slowly as
ever. My dazed mind considered it a wonder to suddenly be empty except
for his gooey seed. And he wasn't touching me anymore, either. I could
hear him walking away. Where was he going? I remained motionless,
sprawled across the cheap table with my naked ass in the air and my
legs dangling off the edge. When I felt his hand on my head, gently
brushing away my hair from my face, I felt like I'd just been woken up
from a dream.

"I'll give you, ahh, a few minutes to recover," he whispered. He had
come around to the other side of the table and was now leaning over
me. The left side of my face was still pressed against the table
surface but my right eye blinked in confusion and saw him grinning
down at me. "When I call for you, though, you'd best come, and, ahh,
you'd best be naked."

He left me like that. I heard the old recliner creek as he rested his
heavy body into it, and I realized he was putting on another movie.
Finally I slid myself backwards onto two wobbly legs. Amazingly my
shoes were still on. And my shirt, and bra. As I lowered myself to the
floor my skirt came back down over my legs, too, and for some reason
it felt dirty to still be clothed; to realize I'd been completely
clothed in my school uniform while getting fucked by a man for the
first time ever. But it was a great relief for my tired body to be off
the table and I found myself curling up into a fetal position amongst
the empty DVD cases that had fallen to the floor.

I don't know how long I laid there like that. Through a fog I could
hear another porn movie playing, the sounds of sex, the occasional
grunt of the video store owner's approval. Deep in my tiny body I
thought I could feel his seed swimming around inside my womb and the
thought both terrified and enthralled me. Would I get pregnant? Did it
matter? I'd just been raped by this man and yet, in the end, he'd
turned my body and mind against me. He'd made me his. Is that what the
Bible meant about "one flesh"? Was I truly now his wife? If so,
getting pregnant by him wasn't such a bad thing. Was it?

Obviously I was in a terribly confused state of mind. My pubescent
body had just gone through an incredible trauma and my mind was ill-
equipped to make sense of it. It's no wonder, then, that when I heard
him call my name I stood up and started to undress without any thought
of refusal.

My fingers fumbled with each button on my shirt and when I slipped out
of it I suddenly felt cold. I shuddered as I unclasped the front of my
bra and slipped it off, too. The tips of my pink nipples were hard
little diamonds, I saw, as I reached behind me to unzip the back of my
skirt after undoing my belt. I shook it off, then, stepped out of it
with only my dress shoes and knee-high socks still on. I went down to
one knee and undid the clasp of my right shoe, then switched to my
other knee and undid the clasp on the right. Then I stood back up and
stepped out of each shoe and suddenly I felt even shorter than before.
I was just beginning to peel down one of my socks when I heard him say
that I could leave them on.

He'd been watching me the whole time and I hadn't even noticed. He was
grinning at me and the sight of my nakedness underneath the flickering
fluorescent light. With a gesture he commanded me to come to him, and
obediently I did. As I got closer my embarrassment at having my young,
developing body on full display brought back some of the earlier
nervousness and embarrassment. This wasn't like getting raped: in a
way it was even more humiliating, to go to him like that, naked and
freshly fucked and completely vulnerable. I brought my hands up to my
chest as my face reddened. I kept my eyes on the ground as I walked
around in front of him, between the recliner and the television set. I
stood like that for a minute or so, my eyes cast down at the ground,
staring at my toes. When he told me to look at him I started chewing
on my lower lip but brought up my eyes as instructed.

He was still wearing his shirt but he was naked from the waist down.
His hairy legs were spread apart and his cock was soft, but not
shrivelled, between them. He was staring at me with hungry eyes when
he said, "Arms to your, ahh, sides, Becky."

I took a deep breath and then complied. He whistled softly as he got
his first good look at my pale teenage breasts. Then he told me to
turn around and, slowly, I did. He chuckled at my nervous obedience
and I felt my flesh burn redder still. Posing for him like this was a
new kind of humiliation that threatened to make me cry again. But in
the end I was all cried out. And who was I kidding, anyway? Though the
tears from earlier were still drying on my face it was his cum I could
still feel lodged deep inside my belly. My tears hadn't protected me
from that and they wouldn't protect me from whatever he had planned
now.

He told me to come over to him and I did. When I got close enough he
took me by the arm and gently pulled me up onto one of his fat, hairy
legs. His arm came down around my waist, holding me in place, and I
was suddenly reminded of sitting on Santa Claus' lap at the mall when
I was younger. His other hand was gently running over my naked thighs
as I sat there. His touch made me shiver from head to toe.

"Now, ahh, here's what's going to happen," he said to me as he reached
out for my right wrist. He brought it over between his legs and then
said, "You're going to play with my cock as we, ahh, I explain things
to you. When I get hard enough you're going to get on the floor and
take it into your mouth. Have you ever done that? Ahh, given a
blowjob?"

I shook my head as my pulse quickened. He grinned. "Good," he said.
"Girl like you better learn sometime and, ahh, I like teaching little
girls. So that's what you're gonna do, learn how to suck cock, and
after I cum in that pretty mouth of yours I'll let you get dressed and
go home. But, ahh, when you get there you're going to have a homework
assignment to do. Are you good at homework, ahh, Becky?"

I gulped and nodded my head. My hand was now wrapped around his soft,
semi-erect penis, and I was marvelling at the way it felt in my cool
hand. It was definitely bigger than any of the dogs', even Patton's, I
could now clearly see. Even in its current semi-hard state it seemed
so large that I couldn't believe it had fit inside my body. Of course
the cucumber I'd fucked myself with a lifetime ago had been bigger,
but I'd never gotten it fully inside me. And though it wasn't as large
as the massive penises I'd seen in the movies he'd rented to me, this
one was real. It was in my hand, throbbing in my small hand. Out of
instinct I began to stroke it as he continued to speak.

"Of course you are. A good girl like you, ahh, probably loves
homework," he chuckled softly. "Now this assignment is, ahh, very
important. You're going to make me a list of every sexual thing you've
ever done. Every person you've been with, every object you've put
inside your cunt, every, ahh, dirty game you've played with your
little friends. You will tell me everything, ahh, from the first time
you rubbed your sweet puss to the first time a cock was inside you.
Understand?"

The thought of writing such a revealing account of my sexual
experiences made me shudder again, this time with fear. How could I
possibly tell him about the dogs? Or did I have to tell him that much?
With my fist slowly stroking his hardening dick I nodded, though,
knowing that I could figure that out later.

"Good, good. And tomorrow, after school, you will come straight here
when you, ahh, get off the bus. You will come straight to me and turn
in your, ahh, homework. And we'll have some more fun, you and me.

"Now here's what you aren't going to do," he continued, his voice
gaining that authoritative edge I was so used to hearing from my
father. "You are not, ahh, going to tell anyone about this. Not a
friend, ahh, not a teacher. No one. You are mine, now, Becky. This,
ahh, is mine." He gripped at my cunt, then, to show me what he meant.
I squeaked with pain and nodded my head as he continued to talk. "If
you, ahh, try to take it away from me, I'll have to punish you
severely."

I gulped, and nodded, and continued to stroke his cock. It was almost
fully erect. "There are other things you, ahh, aren't going to do,
either. For one, you're not going to that liquor store anymore,
because you, ahh, aren't going to be smoking. Bet you didn't, ahh,
think I knew about that, did ya? Well I know what goes on over there
with those Arabs, ahh, Becky. And you won't be showing your tits to
nobody from now on unless I say so. 'sides, I don't like watching you
smoke. Makes you look trashy. Heh. From now on you only get to look
trashy when I say so, too."

The thought of quitting smoking made me frown. I'd really liked it
and, in fact, I was dying for a cigarette as I sat in the man's lap
stroking his penis. I'd also grown to enjoy my little acts of
exhibitionism at the Silver Star and would miss that, too. At the same
time, though, it was sort of a relief to be told I had to stop. There
was no way I'd be able to quit on my own and it was only a matter of
time before my dad found out about my nicotine addiction. By
commanding me to stop my new master was actually keeping me out of
trouble.

"Second, you're not going to, ahh, wear any panties anymore. Not at
school, not at home, and definitely not here. I want your cunt to have
air to breathe, and the thought of your juices dribbling down your leg
while you're kneeling for, ahh, prayer at school turns me on.
Understand?"

That command made me shudder, but again I nodded. No underwear? Now
that could possibly get me into trouble. But despite the potential
embarrassment for doing so, I knew deep down that I would obey my
master's command.

"One last, ahh, thing, before you get on your knees," he said. He
began to tickle my little patch of pubic hair and then said, "This,
ahh, needs to go. You're too, ahh, young for this nasty hair. From now
on you will shave your cunt so it's as bald as the day your were, ahh,
born. Understand?"

"Y-yes, Sir," I said meekly. For me, that was the strangest command he
had given me so far. I was proud of my pubic hair and I thought it
made me more attractive, made me look more like a woman. Why would he
want this evidence of my maturity gone? I could understand why the
actresses in those porno movies shaved-- so that their pussies were
easier to see on camera-- but I wasn't about to star in any movies.
But again, for some reason I knew instinctively that I would obey. No
matter how strange or degrading the command, I was going to be
obedient and do as I was told.

He chuckled finally and then told me to get on my knees.

His cock was almost fully erect as I meekly crawled off his leg and
got on my knees in front of him. I studied his member intensely. It
was so large I had to doubt if it would actually fit inside my mouth,
but I had no choice. Already he was pulling my head toward it,
commanding me to open up wide. I obeyed and when it slid past my teeth
I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. Ever since I'd eaten out Amy
I'd wondered what it would be like to give oral sex to a man, too. It
always looked so degrading in those movies when the woman was
servicing a man like this, using her mouth for his pleasure only,
sucking on the thing he fucked and peed with. Now I was the one
sucking a cock and it made me feel deliciously naughty.

And it felt natural, too. It felt natural to be in this position. I
was no longer afraid or confused at all. The more he commanded me and
told me what to do the more I felt like I really was his. Just like
he'd said, I was his. It was strangely relieving to know that. And it
was exciting. As he instructed me on how to properly blow him I felt
more subservient and degraded, and that just got me hotter. I swirled
my tongue around the head of his shaft, just like he told me to, and
actually felt proud when he made sounds of pleasure as a result. I
found myself taking the initiative, trying to force the entire length
of his cock down my throat like I'd seen the women do in those movies.
When I heard him call me a "good little cocksucker" I felt goosebumps
break out on my flesh. I slobbered over his dick, choking on it,
trying to live up to his words. Of course, I didn't know enough about
blowjobs back then to know I was really doing a sloppy, amateurish
job. But ignorance was bliss and he was sighing in delight above me
and it made me feel proud.

I was disappointed when he told me to stop. Had I done something
wrong? But then he was telling me to keep my mouth open and he was
pumping his dick right in front of my face. He wanted to finish
himself, I realized, and I knew exactly where he wanted his seed to
go.

"Ahh, perfect position, just perfect," he sighed. My hands were on my
knees, my mouth wide open, and his cock was mere inches away from it.
He was stroking himself quickly now and telling me what I already
knew, that he was going to cum in my mouth. My heart thumped in
anticipation as I waited and then, finally, it happened.

Squirt after squirt of his gooey cum shot out of his cock, most of it
landing directly on my tongue. I shuddered in response but kept my
mouth wide open as my heart pounded and he groaned through his climax.
Some of his jets of sperm missed, landing instead on my lips and chin
and cheeks, but the majority hit where he'd intended. When he finished
cumming he started to chuckle. He told me to straighten my back since
I'd been leaning forward, and I did, and now he really began to laugh.
My face grew red with embarrassment. What was so funny?

"A perfect cum receptacle," he chortled. He placed one hand on the top
of my head and turned it this way and that so he could see my open,
cum-filled mouth from every angle. "That, ahh, is exactly what your
mouth is. You look very pretty like this, did you know that?"

I couldn't reply, not that I would have known how to. What I did know
was that he wasn't laughing at me in a mean way. What he said was
meant as a compliment, or at least I took it as such. It made me feel
good to know that I had pleased him.

"Okay, ahh, swallow it down, now, that's a girl."

I tingled all over as I gladly closed my mouth and tasted his thick
gobs of semen on my tongue. Obediently I swallowed it down, loving the
feel of it sliding down my throat even more than the feeling of it
inside my womb. When I was done he told me to get the rest off my
face, and I did so, using a finger to wipe his sperm from my chin and
cheeks and then sucking that finger without being told. I loved the
taste of it, I decided. It was a salty, sort of sweaty taste made all
the more delectable because of what it was and where it had come from.
When I was done I looked back up at him and for the first time since
following him to this back room of his store there was a smile on my
face.

He told me to get dressed, then, and I nodded and stood dreamily to my
feet. I felt giddy and dazed as I pulled on my skirt, and then my
shoes, as he watched me from his chair. I was completely horny, I
realized, but it didn't look like he had any plans to get me off. The
only thing he said to me while I dressed was a reminder not to put on
my panties. When I was finally fully clothed again I stood facing him
with a nervous smile on my face. I decided I just had to ask him, so I
did, as demurely and politely as possible.

"Uhm, sir?" I said, "Can I uhm... cum, too? B-before I leave, I mean?"

He studied me with a wry expression on his face. He seemed to consider
my request for a moment before saying, "No, ahh, I don't think so. In
fact, I don't want you cumming after you leave, either. I want you,
ahh, charged up for tomorrow."

I stood there, wanting to protest but unable to speak. If he noticed
my discomfort he ignored it, saying only that I had better get going
and that he wanted me to leave via the back door. With a slight,
confused frown on my face I slung my backpack over one shoulder and
followed him to the exit, which he unlocked with a key before turning
to me and gently patting me on the head. "Remember the rules and, ahh,
your homework tonight, little one," he said. "We'll have plenty of fun
tomorrow. Don't, ahh, be late."

He gave me a gentle push as I stepped out into the alley behind the
store. Then he closed the door behind me without even saying goodbye.
The smell of trash from a nearby dumpster filled my nostrils as I
stood there. For a moment I didn't moved, sort of blinded by the
realization I was outside again. And then, with a deep breath, I
started walking home.


**End of Part Three**

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