Message-ID: <18714eli$9901212217@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Jonny Jones Subject: Raping an Asian Catholic Schoolgirl (Mf, teen, rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19981229161142.10074.qmail@nym.alias.net> Story: Raping an Asian Catholic Schoolgirl Warning: This story describes in detail the rape of a young Asian schoolgirl. Do not read this. Any comments to jonny@nym.alias.net. If I don't respond right away, either assume that I didn't think you wanted a response, or that my reply block is screwed up. Enjoy, jonny High schools are great, filled with young, innocent girls--so smooth, so soft, so abysmally stupid. And all-girls Catholic high schools; man it doesn't get any better, such sweet flesh all packaged up in little outfits. Slender legs bare beneath plaid skirts, hips and ass curving into delicate waists, white blouses straining against budding breasts; those girls literally ooze sex. I don't know what it is, but I can always tell, I can always tell the victims, the ones who won't scream too loud, who won't fight too hard, who will take it and take it and not tell a soul; the ones who give in and give up. Like at Saint ---, there were so many girls, so much potential. Like that blonde girl, so vivacious, so sassy--I would have loved to see her on her knees, those lips, that luscious mouth wrapped around my cock, her bright blue eyes streaming with tears. But she wasn't the one. No, she had too much confidence; the way she walked, the way she talked to her friends, her laugh. The African-American girl, she had potential, only about five feet tall but stacked and packed and she couldn't have been more than fifteen. Oh man, she would have been a ride, squirming and thrashing and moaning beneath me as I stuck her good. I almost chose her, but she wasn't alone, and I sensed she still had something left, something which would make her fight too hard for too long. But there were so many to choose from, and at that age they are ripe, so insecure, so unsure, so weak. When she walked out she caught my eye immediately. Small, maybe five feet, ninety pounds; alone; Chinese; looking at the ground; her walk quick, her steps small. She avoided the other girls, and they didn't see her. I brought the glasses to my eyes and took a closer look. She was perfect, like a little elfin doll, so fragile, so hesitant, so virginal, so ripe. I watched her, and followed, and smiled when I saw her cut through a small wooded area by herself. It was almost as if she were giving herself to me. The next day I was waiting, a small bag over my shoulder with a few items I would need, while I had in my hand a large ball of cotton and in my belt a bowie knife. I was trembling, my hands shaking as I crouched by the side of the only real path through the area. Across the path from me was a few dense bushes, and behind them a small clearing; I had picked my spot carefully. Images of her, of what I was going to do to her, flashed through my mind--I had spent a night picturing every detail, every action, every response, every cry, every tear, even the feel of her against me as I took her. I heard her before I saw her, her feet quick on the path. She came into view, my eyes blurring her figure in my eagerness. I waited, trembling, as she came closer, closer--I rushed out at her, slamming into her small body with my own, a vision of her startled face locked in my mind as I lifted her off her feet and drove us together through the bushes. I landed on her hard in the small clearing, her head bouncing against the hard packed dirt, her Asian eyes fluttering as a moment of blackness overwhelmed her, her chest even then heaving to try to suck in the oxygen I had knocked from her lungs. I shoved the cotton into her reflexively gasping mouth, her eyes beginning to focus as the surprise of my attack abated, her body beginning to struggle vainly. I pulled the duct tape from my bag, quickly tearing off a strip as I sat just below her chest, slapping it across her mouth just as her hands, such small, delicate hands, came up to push me away,, just as she struggled to scream through my gag. I slapped away her hands and pulled out my knife, holding it just before her eyes, waiting for her to see it, to know what it was, waiting for reason to get a grip on the young, squirming, shaking, gasping schoolgirl beneath me. I watched her eyes, her face, as her panic turned slowly to fear, soul-shaking fear as she looked up at the knife and the masked face behind it. I didn't say a word, but her hands dropped, and she stopped struggling and started shaking like a leaf, little whimpering noises coming from her throat as tears started to leak from her eyes. That was the payoff, that was the turn-on, the complete submission, the absolute terror of this lithe Chinese teen. I slipped my knife back into my belt and flipped her over, pulling her arms behind her back, wrapping her trembling wrists together with duct tape, admiring the dark sheen of her hair, the slender curves of her waist, the softness of her skin. I rolled her back over onto her back, her arms bound beneath her, causing her hips to thrust forward for me. I stood, looking down at her as she stared up at me, her eyes wet with tears, her white blouse dirty with the dirt of the clearing, her plaid skirt in disarray, revealing slender, delicate thighs above so perfect calves. She was shaking, squirming every so slightly, ever so erotically. I knelt down by her head, my knife out again. "Be good, my little schoolgirl," I whispered to her, brushing my hand over her cheek, her soft skin, wet with tears, trembling so much sending an electrical current of excitement through me. I put my knife beside her head, watching her watch me, smiling at her, stroking her trembling cheek, her whimpers and sobs so much music to my ears. I ran my hand down the front of her blouse, unbuttoning it a button at a time, my eyes locked on hers, drinking her up, feeling every bit of terror and dread she was feeling, reveling in it. Down to her navel I unbuttoned her stained white blouse, pushing it aside to reveal her creamy pale skin, my hands lightly brushing across that soft, trembling flesh. She jumped when I ran my hand over her small, pink nipples, sliding across her pubescent breasts, almost non-existent. "Oh yes," I said, wedging my knee between her sweet teen-age legs, my hand sliding across her flat, warm belly. "I'm going to rape you." I smiled, as her eyes overflowed with tears and her sobs came louder through her gag. I shifted so that I had both knees between hers, and slid my hands up her legs, watching her as she turned her head away and closed her eyes tight, her small chest heaving with sobs. Her skin was so soft and firm and warm. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, sliding them past her small white socks and sneakers. I slid my hands up her legs again, my arms bunching her skirt around her waist, my fingers searching for the soft flesh of her cunt, her pubes so sparse, so soft, I could barely feel them as I pressed against her virgin opening. I could feel the tendons in her thighs strain as she tensed and shook as I violated her with my fingers, my body leaning over hers, my hand in her hair as my other worked against her cunt, my knees holding her legs, now bending and straightening, open for her degradation. I paused, and pulled out lubricant from my bag, scooping it all over my hand I resumed at her pussy. "That's right, schoolgirl, that's right, open up for your lover, schoolgirl" I cooed, letting the lube ease my way into her virgin canal. She was so tight, so unyielding my two fingers pushed only slowing into her as I watched her legs bend and straighten, first the right then the left then the right again, her head twisting back and forth in time as I stroked her forehead, never stopping the invasion of her schoolgirl cunt. For long minutes I worked her, loosening her up for the main event, fucking her with my fingers, swirling them around, sliding my thumb across her clit, making her squirm slightly with each touch. It was time, it was time as I took my fingers out and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down off my hips. I positioned myself, my cock pressing against her teen-age cunt, my body on top of hers, smothering her, her legs straight and tense to either side of mine, her hips thrust up by her bound hands, an offering to me, her head turned to the side, into the dirt, her eyes tightly shut, knowing what was coming. Her whole body was tense, the sobbing stopped, the trembling slight and barely noticeable, except by me, who was almost one with this lithe young girl. I started pushing forward, a moan coming from her as she arched her head back, her throat so lovely. I pushed harder, eliciting a whimper, her head jerking to the side, her body so tense it began to shake. Harder, and I felt myself slide into her, and her whimper turned into a muffled howl, her feet kicking against the dirt, against my legs as I drove into her, sliding my cock into her virgin cunt, feeling every inch of her as she arched her body up against mine, her head arched back, the tendons in her neck stark and oh so beautiful in their vain straining. It was bliss, bliss as I sank fully into her, my groin pressing against hers, a sob of pure agony shaking her slender frame as I held it there, reveling in the feelings coursing through my body. My every nerve, my very being seemed to be on fire with pleasure as I lay on top of my little Chinese schoolgirl, possessing her, owning her, taking her. I began slowly fucking her as she writhed in slow motion beneath me, her legs bending and unbending, pushing feebly against the ground, her hips twisting slowly against their impalement, her head shaking back and forth, back and forth, her stomach heaving with effort, her chest rising and falling rhythmically to my strokes. It was so good, so damned good I wanted it to last forever, forever. Those minutes, those long minutes were heaven, pure heaven as I took that schoolgirl in the dirt bound and writhing beneath me. It ended too soon as I began shaking, the pleasure so intense it was pain, a cry escaping me as I came deep into her, my whole body alive with my orgasm. I lay on top of her for some minutes, reveling in the afterglow. Then I pulled out of her and stood. I zipped and buckled back up and packed my things. I rolled her over and cut the tape from her wrists and, rolling her over again pulled the tape and the cotton from her mouth. Then I was gone. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----