Message-ID: <6642eli$9803042023@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Sam-Hammer@usa.net" Subject: *NEW* Carol Brazil vs The Rape Gang--Chapter 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: sam-hammer@usa.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="cbprelude.txt" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="cbprelude.txt" 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: <34FCC81A.57B1@usa.net> STANDARD DISCLAIMER: You know the drill, you aren't of age where you live, you shouldn't be reading this or the story below. If you are reading this, then it is of your own free will. The following story contains consentual, non consentual, oral, anal, interracial...geez just about everything. Spammers go to hell! All rights reserved by the author. You can reproduce it, but don't alter it or sell it. If you do sell it, make sure I get a healthy cut. I accept constructive criticism. Flames are ignored. Disclaimer: If it's immoral or illegal where you live, then don't. Move to somewhere it is legal and then read away. - Sam Prelude: There were no locks on the door. Just an unwritten rule that had worked for every day that Carol Brazil could remember. That's why Carol was more disturbed at the unexpected entry miffed at being caught masturbating. Her Mother swallowed hard, all thoughts of her original reason for disturbing her daughter forgotten. Her head dizzy, she moved to Carol's messy desk and pulled out her chair. Opal sat in silence in front of her daughter. What could she say to her youngest child that could make a difference? Her mind snapped back to her her own mother and her warning of trouble. *** [Manila, the Philippines. 5 A.M.] "Opal Jewel Nastia, I want to know where you have been ALL NIGHT LONG!" The answer obvious, the evidence washed away, but never forgotten. Opal hung her head in shame. "I...I can't mother." Nadine Nastia shook her head at her errant daughter. She sighed once and instead of flying off in a mothers tirade, she simply took off her ever present bathroom slippers and began to rub her stocking feet. Opal saw the calf high stockings and with a hope of forestalling her terrible punishment, slipped from her own chair, went to her mother, kneeled and began rubbing her aching feet. Opal looked up at her mother. The fourteen year old girl gathered her courage and met her mothers gaze. She saw her mother's open hand, lift as if to slap her face, but instead, gently caressed her jet black hair. As Nadia caressed her daughters cheek, she spoke softly. "Opal, how many men? The truth." Opal took a quick breath. How could she have known? It was too quick for word to get around their small village. Just on the outskirts of the city, their village was small and mainly survived due to business from the American Air Base. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her mothers foot and gently cleared her throat before speaking. "Ten." Nadia took a deep breath. Her daughter hadn't been as loose and fast as she had been herself at that age. Nadia remembered twice that many when the change came out her. "Stand up, Opal." "Yes Mother." Opal stood up. The woman was barely over five feet tall. The average height for people from her village. The only thing that seemed out of place were her breasts. Well over the normal endownment of other women and girls that she knew, Nadia knew that such large breasts on such a small pretty girl would make her a target for men of a lustful nature. Nadia smiled, putting her daughter at ease. "Just eight? I see. How do you feel now? Do you want more?" Young Opal collasped at her mothers feet, hugging her parents legs. "Mother..." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Yes. I want more. I'm sorry Mother, I tried to be good. But it seems every time I get close to a man...I belong to him. I'm sorry." Opal had remembered how she fought the first man, how she was held down by two others. She remembered how it all changed when the man exposed himself to her, straddled her generous chest and demanded she opened her mouth. Within minutes, her innocent young face was plastered with the man's warm semen. Opal remembered the salty taste and the moment she asked for more and then begged for more. Ten men later, every orifice she possessed had been violated several times and she was forced to walk home with the feel of the gang's sperm running from her tender young ass and well used cunt till the slimy liquid seemed to pool in her mother's stolen high heels. To Opals surprise, Nadia held her emotions in check. "No. I understand. It seems to be something our women...the women in our family go through." "Mother, what can I do? I don't want to be a B-girl, but the money and all those men..." The old woman nodded again. "Of course you don't. The best way is to do what I did. Get married and get married right away. Take out your urges and desires on your husband." Opal blinked. "But I'm only fourteen." Her mother stroked her daughters hair once and stood, encouraging her daughter to the same. The two stood almost eye to eye, with her daughter being slightly taller then her mother. Nadia reached for her apron and tied it behind her back. "Perfect. I can take care of the details. You can go to America.!" America! Fast cars, big buildings, everyone a millionaire! She knew now how the american soldiers, some only a few years older then her own fourteen years were driving cars and making more money then their entire family. Her thoughts turned to curiosity. *** [Waddapole, Hammertown County] Opal's mind snapped back to the present. She could see that her young daughter had inherited her mother small breasts and petite size. The teenager hid her body behind a towel. "Geez Mom, masturbating is normal and healthy. JR wacks his pee-pee all the time and you don't say a thing." Opal shook her head furiously. "That's...that's different. JR is a boy and he's older. You are a girl and shouldn't be having any thoughts about sex whatsoever! It must be that colored boy across the street." Carol sighed and spoke before she could catch herself. "I wish." Opal reached to slap her daughter, but stopped herself. Her mother had handled everything, but these kids today! Carol always obeyed her mother but sometimes would roll her eyes or balk at her mothers words. "You wish? But that boys father..." Carol grinned. "Mr. Larren? Aw, he's harmless too, Mom. I don't know what you have against them." Carol's more then friendly relationship was built on years of trust. She had an ongoing secret flirtation with the older man. Her mother a widow of nine years had once trusted the man with actually caring for her two hellions. It was only recently that her mother seemed to change the way she thought of her long time neighbors. Carol had noticed the change but continued her own friendship with her neighbors. Opal actually wasn't surprised at her daughters attitude. In spite of some prejudices learned early. She took pains not to pass on such thoughts to her son and daughter. Opal changed her tactics and took a chance. "Carol, are you still a virgin?" The young teen didn't hesitate. "Of course, Mom. Just because every other girl in town is fucking and sucking everything in sight doesn't mean I will too. I'm saving myself for Bubba. If only he weren't so shy." Opal grinned at her own relief and her daughters plans. The woman was so relieved she didn't even comment on her daughters crude choice of words. She briefly wondered about the type of kids the two might have. Carol was smaller then petite and was blessed with a perfect body. Bubba, her boy next door was well over six feet tall and also blessed with a perfect body. In fact, in a wild daydream, she envisioned the two in marital bliss and a dozen kids all with fat sports contract. Opal seemed at peace, grateful that her daughter hadn't inherited the same feelings she inherited at that age. Opal was grateful that her daughter wouldn't be merely a plaything for a group of men, grateful that unlike her, she wouldn't suck off one man and then beg for his friends too! Thank goodness her mother made her get married at such an early age. Only by wearing out her late husband had she been able to quench her high charged urges. Sure, she'd slowed down some, but only because her husband did as well. Not once during her married life did she ever turn down her husbands advances. No, her daughter Carol Ethel Brazil wasn't going to like her. Finally, the cycle that had claimed her and every female ancestor had been broken. No, Carol Brazil was going to be different. Certainly she could stir her away from the same trouble she had went through at that age. Carol Brazil, my daughter was not going to be like me. Or...at least that's what she hoped. Opal reached out and stroked her daughters hair. She had to tell her. The mother daughter bond reached out and entwined the two. For a moment, Opal had her daughters courage and spirit. She spoke as if she were in a trance. "Carol, you are fifteen now. You are a state gymnast champion and I'll always be proud of you. Olympics or not." The youngest Brazil tried hard to understand her mother. There was a calmness about her that Carol sensed. It soothed her. "Thanks...mom, um, that's not all is there?" Opal raised an eyebrow. "No. You should know that someday, maybe not, but maybe someday you'll awaken as a young woman. Be ready. Try hard to remember all of the things I taught you. Don't give in to temptation." Carol rolled her eyes, but found she was caught by her mother truthful gaze. "Mom, Sometimes I think of..." Her voice trailed off. The two had grown slightly apart as of late. Carol couldn't bring herself to tell her mother of the thoughts she had been having. Thoughts of the boy across the street and terrible thoughts of another boy, meaner more hateful. Opal winked and regarded her daughters almost natural state. This seemed to break the spell for a moment. "We all do, Carol. Just remember who you are and how I raised you." Opal glanced at her watch again. "I...I must be going. Cook for JR, when you have a chance." "I'll try not to poison the butthole." Carol shot back. Opal sighed. The truce was over. Carol was a normal teenager, arguing with her mother, testing her limits. "Just do it, Carol." "Awww Mom...." A quieter voice. "Sure Mom. I'll make sure he eats something besides junk." Opal threw her little girl a random compliment. "Not all of us have a perfect body like you, my little champion. If I had half your willpower and strength, I'd be able to keep off those extra pounds. Oh and one last thing and I'll leave to get dressed. I know you have a lot of things to do besides stay in this room." The implications were obvious. She was dropping a heavy for Carol to get out of her room and NOT masturbate. Carol took the hint and started reaching for her Waddapole High School football jersey. It was not a coincidence the number belong to her unrequited love. "What is it Mom?" "Those High heels you bought for your school dance? YOU ARE NOT TO WEAR THEM UNTIL THE DANCE!" Opal slammed the door. She wished she hadn't lost her temper. But maybe, if she were stern enough. Perhaps if she were watchful enough. Carol would have a different adolescence. "Yes," She said out loud, "Carol will be different." Carol jumped a bit at the slammed door. She dropped her towel, standing nude in her room. Proud of her athletic body, she made a few muscles in the full length mirror and opened her closet door. She eyed the heels her mother had forbidden her to wear. She rubbed the smooth white open toed pump, wondering if she should've insisted on a strap for the heel. That Brandy! Carol felt her friend could talk her into anything. Her mind raced a bit. "It's just a pair of heels, what's the big deal. Geez, I'm only four nine after a guy who almost two feet taller then me. I gotta wear 'em." The tiny gymnast set the pump down and stepped into it. "Geez, their high." She stepped out of the shoe and replaced it in it's box. Hearing a car engine, she peeked out of the window and saw her mother pull out of the driveway. Good. Fanning out her hair, she reclined on her bed and gently felt her breasts. As her friend had taught her, she traced lightly around the nipples and spread her legs. Licking her two fingers, she brought her delicate touch to her smooth shaven peach. Her mind drifted to thoughts of the fantasy. Carol gently traced along her lips, skipping the small button of joy. She pictured Mr. Larren and and her nipples tightened. A small breath and she pictured her brother, JR. taking her in his arms. 'Whoa! JR? Eww...No way! Where did THAT come from?' Her eyes opened. A deep breath and she began again. A gentle circular motion and Carol trapped her small node teen between two fingers and increased her forbidden masturbation. In her minds eye Not Mr. Larren this time, but his son Bubba. Healthy, virile and strong. The nicest guy she knew, the biggest boy in school. Her face grimaced as her small slit moistened. Yes, this was the fantasy she wanted. The little miss shuddered once, vibrated her swollen clitty and shuddered again. Her back arched and she removed her hand to allow her quivering body a chance to be still. "Mmmm, easy and quick." she murmured to herself. "Mmm maybe too quick." Her visions melted away. It was always too quick when she thought of Bubba Jr. Carol remained balled in a slight fetal position, smiled and stretched. She thought of a quick shower to remove the light dew from her perfect form. "Mom's getting weirder everyday, what was that talk all about? I'm not like her", Carol thought. "I'm different." The youngster grabbed a towel and peeked out of her door. The coast clear, she slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. She remembered a babysitting job and forgot all thought of mother's conversation. The young teen was sure that she was right. She wasn't like her mother. She was going to be different. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |