Message-ID: <15880eli$9810040527@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "terry schulz" Subject: A SCHULZIE Story"The Vicarious Rape"PART ONE(fm/M;teen;rape) 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981003150834.6654.qmail@hotmail.com> DISCLAIMER: Ordinarily, Schulzie writes what Mr. Double calls "fun stories" about teens having sex; sometimes with each other, sometimes with adults. Usually, there's a lot of oral sex and masturbation in these stories, with a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism thrown in for good measure. Well, there is a lot of that in this story, but be forewarned, dear reader. This is a dark story about non-consensual, forced sex; in other words, rape. "The Vicarious Rape" PART ONE (fm/M;teen;rape;oral;anal) by Schulzie Mike lit the candles he had brought with him to the old Jenkins house. The house had been abandoned for as long as he could remember, though he was only fourteen years old. Kim, who had just turned fourteen a few weeks earlier, remembered when she was a little girl, she and her friends always called the old place the "spooky house" and rightfully so. It did look spooky, especially to five and six year old kids who would never go near the place in the daytime, not to mention the nighttime. But little kids turn into teenagers who, being a little bolder, love to explore places that might have frightened them as children. That's what Mike had done. Just like all the other little kids in the neighborhood, he was afraid to walk past the Jenkins house at any time of day. But when he was ten, he got up the nerve to go inside, look around, see what the inside was like. This ain't nothing, Mike thought, realizing that because the house was old and rundown, and was set somewhat off the main road, it only seemed spooky. Of course, the night he and some of his friends explored the entire house in the dark, his heart pounded so hard he thought it was going to jump right out of his chest. But now, at fourteen, he had been in the house so often, he was no longer scared to enter the broken front door and wander throughout the house at any time of day. "Do you think it's safe?" asked Kim, nervously as they crept up the rickety old stairs to the second floor. Kim had never been in the house at all, day or night. The cute little blonde agreed to go with Mike because this was the first opportunity she had to be alone with him since he became her boyfriend last weekend. She had developed a crush the first time she had laid eyes on him in sixth grade when she saw him, sitting in the desk across from her in the next row. He had such a cute smile on his boyish face, and he was always so nice to her. But it wasn't until high school that she got the courage to really talk with him, then to flirt with him until he finally took the hint and asked her to go to the school dance with him. To Kim, Mike was no longer boyish. He was turning into a man. He had gotten taller, and now his little-boy face looked older and more mature. He had brown hair and brown eyes, with olive skin befitting someone of his Mediterranean descent. Kim especially loved the fact that he was taller than she was. She was a tall, slender girl who had shot up when she was in elementary school and had almost always been taller than the boys. But now, she had a boy she could look up to, literally and figuratively. "Yeah, it's okay. I've been up here lots of times," answered Mike, who knew his way around the old house. Mike had decided to take Kim here because it would give them some privacy. Ever since they had started going together, he had tried to find a time and place to be alone with Kim. Though they had kissed several times, the two young teens had never properly "made out" since they were always at one another's house, with parents and siblings at home. No chance for either of them to do more than hug and kiss a little. But tonight, with a blanket tucked under his arms, Mike hoped they could cuddle up on the floor of what was obviously a bedroom at one time, and get a little more intimate. Mike first really noticed Kim when he realized she was no longer that tall, thin waif he remembered from sixth grade. She had developed since then. That chest which had previously been flat was now adorned with two gorgeous breasts. Like any other normal teenaged boy, Mike couldn't wait to feel Kim's tits. He had never felt a girl up before, and he wondered what a girl's boobs felt like. He knew Kim was still a virgin and he respected her, but his hormones were in full gear and he wanted to do more than just kiss. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd go home tonight knowing what it felt like to touch a girl's breasts. Maybe Kim would even let him get his hands in her pants so he could finger her tight, little pussy. That would be something, he thought to himself. Naw, she's not ready for that yet. He'd have to take his time. Kim knew fully well what Mike had in mind. She wanted to be alone with Mike, too. She wanted to kiss him some more like they did last night on her front porch. He had french-kissed her. That was the first time any boy had ever stuck his tongue in her mouth, and she loved it. It was also the first time she had felt a tingling sensation in her pussy and she loved that, too. She knew it was too early in their relationship to let things go too far, but maybe - if Mike made her feel comfortable tonight - she might let him feel her tits...through her shirt, of course. She wasn't ready to let a boy undo her bra and touch her bare breasts, yet. But she did fantasize about Mike feeling her young boobies, squeezing them, licking and sucking them. She even let herself imagine him putting his hand down the front of her pants and touching her between her legs, right where she felt that tingling feeling last night. Mike took his candle, let some of the wax drip onto a table that was in the room, then set the candle into the cooling wax so that it could stand freely. Then he did the same thing to the candle Kim was carrying. With that out of the way, Mike laid the blanket out on the cleanest part of the old wooden floor, and the two youngsters sat down on top of it. They talked for a little while, but both of them knew what they had come here for, and in a few minutes they were in each others arms, kissing, mouths open their tongues darting back and forth, in and out of each other's mouths. For the time being, both pairs of hands remained in safe places as they stroked each other's hair and arms and backs. Kim heard a creaking sound and sat up. "What was that?" she whispered to Mike, a little bit frightened by the sound. Mike listened, didn't hear anything, and reassured her. "It's nothing, Kim. Just the old house settling or wind going through the rafters. Don't worry. It's alright." It took awhile for Kim to calm down, but in a few minutes they were right back where they left off, kissing each other deeply and passionately. Kim loved the feeling of Mike's tongue brushing up against her own, playing with the tip of her tongue as she did the same to his. French-kissing seemed so grown up. She and Mike were kissing just like they do in the movies, she thought. It felt so good to be with him, here alone, holding and kissing each other. She began to get that tingling feeling in her pussy again. The tingling feeling got even stronger when Mike moved his hand from around her back and placed it on her tummy. As soon as his caresses moved upwards towards her breasts, she knew what was coming. He was going to try to feel her up, and she only had a few seconds to decide whether to protest and stop him or go ahead and let him touch her tits. Kim didn't get a chance to decide because at that moment she heard another creaking sound, then another. "Mike! Somebody's in the house. I know they are. I can hear them." Then there was another creak. This time Mike heard it, too. They both jumped up. "Mike! Someone's coming up the stairs!" said Kim, clutching Mike's arm. Before either of them could react, they saw a man, turn the corner at the top of the steps, and walk into the room. Just the sight of the man made Kim shudder. He looked ugly and mean. He was a stocky, short man wearing a dirty, blue denim workshirt and baggy jeans. On his feet were black workshoes, caked with mud. Standing in the shadows the way he was, the youngsters couldn't make out the features of his face very well, but it looked as though the man needed a shave and had dirt and grime all over his face. "Well, looky what we got here," the man said, as he surveyed the two teens. Mike was now frightened by the man's look and demeanor. His voice sounded friendly and evil at the same time. "What'cha doin' up here in this old house?" the man asked. Mike spoke up first. "Oh, we were just sitting and talking." The man grinned. "Oh, was you now?!" he responded with a chuckle. "Sittin' and talkin', huh?" Kim held onto Mike even tighter now. She didn't like this man and wanted to get away as quickly as possible. The man chuckled and shook his head. "Sittin' and talkin', he says. Come all the way up here jes' to sit and talk. Now, you wouldn't be tellin' a fib to ol' Wally Lawrence, would ya?" Mike gulped. This man scared him. "Ah...yeah. That's all we were doing. Just sitting and talking." The man who called himself Wally Lawrence continued. "Cuz the way I see it, I bet you two came up here to do more than jes' sit and talk, wasn't ya, huh?" Mike held on to Kim firmly and tried to get out of the situation as quickly and carefully as possible. "No sir, but listen...if you're a homeless person or something, and you want us to leave so you can sleep here, we'll just go right now." With that, Mike bent down to pick up the blanket, but something stopped him. Wally stepped into the light, and in his hand was a gun. "You two ain't goin' nowhere til I tell you you can go, ya hear?" The two frightened teenagers backed up a step when they saw the gun. Kim squeezed Mike hard, clinging to him. "Yeah, the way ol' Wally sees it, you two were doin' more than sittin' and talkin', wasn't ya? I bet you two were doin' sumpin' else, too. I bet you were a'kissin and a'huggin', too, huh? Am I right?" The kids just nodded, too afraid to speak. Wally just laughed. "I knew it, I jes' knew it! You two was up here neckin'. Lordy, ain't that jes' fine. Two young lovers neckin'" Kim began to tremble as she looked at the man's eyes. They seemed to glow with fire. "An' I bet you was goin' to do more than that, too." Wally looked at Mike and grinned. "Boy, I bet you was goin' to try and get a piece, too, huh?" The man just laughed and laughed. "I declare, it's been a coon's age since I had me a piece of some fine young thing like you, honey," he said, directing the lewd comment to Kim. "Ever since they locked me up in the state prison, I ain't seen no woman, much less fucked one." The two teens looked at each other. They had heard on the news a few days earlier that an escaped murderer had escaped from the state prison. This must be him, Kim realized, now more scared than ever. The dirty looking man began to walk towards them, forcing them to back into a corner, still pointing the gun in their direction. "Yessir," Wally said, as he got closer and stood in front of Kim, "it's been quite a spell since I got me a piece of girlie ass." Then he touched her cheek, causing tears to well up in the girl's eyes. Mike kept himself in check. He started to step between the man and Kim, but thought better of it as he looked at the steel blue metal the escaped prisoner held in his hand. "Of course," the man continued, now looking at Mike, "I did get me a lot of young boy ass when I was in prison." Mike swallowed hard at the thought of this ugly brute sodomizing some young prisoner. "But don't go thinkin' I'm some kind of fag," Wally said. "I ain't no fag, you understand, boy! It's jes' that in prison, you take what you can git." Then he turned back to Kim. "Lord a'mighty, you shur are a pretty thing, ain't ya?" As he said this, he lifted his gun up to her face, and began to trace lines all around her cheeks. The girl began to cry freely now, the tears flowing down her cheeks, meeting the metal rod the man held up against her face. "Yes, indeed. You are pretty." Then he lowered the gun away from Kim's face, and began to trace all around her breasts covered by her t-shirt. Mike lost control. He took a step toward Wally, fully prepared to try and overtake him. But Wally just lifted the gun, pointed it to Mike's head, and cocked the gun. "That's right, you little shit. Go ahead. Try to take ol' Wally on. Then watch while I pull the trigger and blow your fuckin' brains out right in front of your li'l girlfriend here." Kim screamed. "No! Mike! Don't!" Mike stopped dead in his tracks. "That's better, you little punk. I'll shoot you dead sooner than look at ya." Mike started to back off until Wally started barking orders at him. "Sit yer goddam ass down right now. Right there. Do it!" Mike dropped down to the floor, humbled, not daring to make the man any madder than he already was. "Now put your hands under yer skinny little ass and sit on them. Don't you pull em out til I tell you to, ya hear?" Mike sat perfectly still, unwilling to disobey the man's orders. Maybe he'd get a chance later to turn the tables on the murderer. But not now. Then Wally turned his attention back to Kim. "Now, pretty one," he said, getting right up in her face, "it's been a long time since I seen a woman nekkid, and I think I'd kinda like to see you nekkid. Whatchu think about that, huh?" Kim just cried uncontrollably. "An' then you know what I wanna do," he said, still in her face, "I wanna get me some of that sweet, young pussy. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, right in front of yer boyfriend here. Whatchu think about THAT?" "Oh, no," Kim wailed. "Not that, please. Don't. I'm a virgin and I..." Wally almost shit himself when he heard Kim say "virgin." "Whoa-ho!", the man shouted gleefully. "A virgin?! Holy shit! Sweet Jesus! I done found myself a cherry! Lordy, Lordy!" Kim just looked down in embarrassment as the man just went on and on about her virginity. "You mean you two ain't done it yet?" asked, looking at Mike, then back at Kim. Kim just shook her head. Wally gave Mike's ass a little kick with his foot. "What the hell's wrong with you, boy? How come you ain't nailed this li'l pussy yet? You scared of a little pussy, boy?" the man teased at Mike. Wally just laughed at Mike, taunting him, insulting the young teen's manhood by teasing him about not already having deflowered Kim. "You a virgin, too, boy?" Mike said nothing, figuring anything he said would only rile Wally up even more. "I just bet you are, you little piece of shit!" Then, returning to Kim, he said, "Well, little lady, my mama raised me to be a gentleman. So I ain't gonna fuck ya." Kim's ears perked up. Was he serious? Had he decided not to rape her? Had he changed his mind, she wondered. "No, ma'am. I just ain't got it in me to pop no cherry. That would be mean of me." Kim was beginning to feel relieved. Maybe he meant what he said. Maybe he had just been trying to scare them the whole time. And now he was going to let them go, she hoped. "I think I understand what was goin' on when I walked in here," he rambled on, stepping back towards Mike. "You was gonna do the deed yourself tonight, wasn't ya, boy?" he said to Mike. "You done brought your little filly up here to pop her cherry, isn't that right, boy?" Mike remained silent as Wally circled around him, continuing to taunt the teenager. "But yer such a pussy yerself, boy, you probably ain't got no idea how to go about it. Ain't that right, li'l pussyboy?" Wally just shook his head and chuckled. "I reckon you gonna need some help gettin' the job done, son." Mike and Kim looked up at Wally. "What do you mean?" asked Mike. "Well, son, if you ever spect to get yerself some, now's the time, and I'm gonna help you." Kim was horrified. "But you said..." "I said I weren't gonna fuck you," Wally explained, with a smirk. "But he is!" Wally said, pointing to Mike. "The hell I am!" Mike said, defiantly. "I'm not going to rape Kim." Wally put the gun right in Mike's ear. "Say that again, boy," he said menacingly, "I didn't quite hear you!" Mike shut up. Were it not for Kim, he wasn't afraid to take a bullet. But with him dead, this bastard would surely rape Kim. At least if he were still alive, Mike reasoned, there was still a chance he could keep Kim from being raped by this monster. "Yessir," Wally said, "when a gun talks, everybody else shuts up." The room fell quiet for a minute until Wally broke the silence. "So you two ain't fucked, huh? Well what have ya done? You two ate each other?" He looked at both of them. "No? You two just felt each other, huh?" Kim shook her head. "You mean to tell me you two ain't even felt each other up yet? Boy," he said to Mike, "you must be some kind of stupid. When I was yer age, I already done fucked myself dozens of girls, even a few grown women, too." Then he laughed that horrible evil laugh again. "Come here, girl," he said to Kim, "come over here and stand next to ol' Wally." Kim walked over to the man, trembling. "Don't be scared, honey. Here," he said, turning her around to face Mike, "turn around and let your lover boy see you." Mike and Kim looked at each other. Neither of them knew what Wally had planned, but they both knew that whatever happened, it was not going to be pleasant. Wally had complete control as long as he had the gun in his hand. Kim thought about turning around real fast and kicking him in the balls, then grabbing his gun and shooting him. But what if she missed his balls and only made him madder, she worried. "Now girl," Wally said to Kim, "yer boyfriend here needs more help than I thought. So the first thing we gotta do is show him what you got for him under them clothes of yers. I want you to strip." Kim couldn't believe what she heard. "Huh?" "I want you to take your goddam clothes off," he told her, pointing the gun to her chest, "so strip. Now!" Kim's eyes were brimming with tears. For the first time in her life, she was going to take her clothes off for a man. She had always dreamed that it would happen in a romantic setting, with a man she loved. But this was all wrong. If it were just Mike in the room with her it would be easier. But with this horrid wretch of a man pointing a gun at her, making her take her clothes off, it was a nightmare. "Get started, little bitch," the man growled at her. Continued in Part Two Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation and oral sex. http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----