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Subject: {ASSM} "Hold That Rape" {SamJohn} (M+f-1st Rape)
Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 07:10:01 -0400
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                HOLD THAT RAPE
                  by SamJohn
             samjohn75@hotmail.com


Seventeen-year-old Maria was walking home from school
when a van containing four men pulled up beside her. The
man in the passenger seat leant out the window to ask
Maria if "she had seen a little lost pussy anywhere."
Maria, instantly suspecting something was wrong, refused
to answer, walking quickly on.

Two men emerged from the rear of the van and grabbed
Maria as she tried to run. Her navy blue school jumper
was ripped entirely off as she was forced into the van.

Inside the van, the two men forced young Maria up
against the side wall. She was now crying out "stop it!"
and "let me go!" One of the men produced a knife and
held it to her flushed cheek. "Shut up sweetheart! Don't
make me hurt you," he said, and he pressed the sharp
point just hard enough to make a tiny nick. A pinprick
of blood appeared as the hard-breathing Maria stopped
her cries, and stared wide-eyed at the hand that held
the knife.

The other man pushed the girl's skirt up and immediately
forced his hand roughly between her legs. She wore white
panties with little pink flowers on them. The man's
sudden groping caused Maria clamp her legs and to twist
and turn her body away from his hand. This movement
caused the knife to keep pricking her.

The man in the front passenger seat called out, "Shit,
you two! Careful! Wait till we get to the house, for
Chrissakes!"

The driver yelled out, "Hey! Don't touch her till we get
home!"

But the man with his hand between Maria's legs kept
groping her sex. In a low voice he said: "Fuck, she's a
hot little bitch." As she struggled and made small cries
of pain, he used two fingers to force the cotton
material into the entrance of her vagina, but he made no
penetration.

The other man had to pull the knife away from Maria's
cheek. She was making unpredictable movements as she
tried to wrench away from the hand that was assaulting
her.

The man with the knife hit his colleague's arm and
shouted, "Leave it, Charlie! No fucking around till we
get to the house."

He said "alright" but then gave a final twisting thrust
into her. Her clenching resistance, the tightness of the
panty material, and the dryness of her vagina meant he
still made no penetration with his fingers. But it did
hurt her. She let out a scream. The two men in the front
seat craned their necks to see what was going on.

"Leave her the fuck alone, Charlie!" they shouted.

"Alright, alright," he said, holding his arms above his
head. "I only wanted to make sure it was a girl."

The others laughed, relieved that Charlie had let up,
and wasn't going to selfishly despoil what they knew to
be the cutest teenage virgin in town.

Charlie brought his two fingers under his nose and
inhaled deeply. "Sweet Jesus. Tell me that isn't the
sweetest cunt you've ever smelt." He held his fingers
out for his colleague Steve to smell. He did, and made a
small grunt of obvious agreement. Then Steve looked at
Maria. He reached over to the terrified girl and ran the
back of one finger across her trembling bud of a mouth.
Charlie meanwhile offered his fingers to the two men in
the front seat, carefully, as though passing around a
joint.

She suddenly found her voice. "Please don't hurt me.
Please, if you let me go now - I promise, I won't tell
anyone. Please."

The men listened to her sweet voice almost reverently,
lost in their own thoughts.

Then Ben, the driver, said: "She even sounds like a
virgin." And he suddenly shuddered.

Charlie moved his face close to Maria's. "Tell me, am I
the first man to have the smell of your cunt on my
fingers?"

A spasm of disgust and hatred contorted Maria's face.
She screamed "No!" and tried to beat the men away with
her arms. She even stood up, her head having to bend
forward so as not to hit the van roof. They let her do
this, watching her strenuous efforts happily. She was
behaving beautifully. They held her strong young legs so
she couldn't kick, or leap for the doors. Like
schoolboys, they looked up her skirt. Charlie laughed
and nudged Steve. They saw that her white panties had
dirty marks from Charlie's earlier groping. Particularly
there was a dark grey mark where he had tried to force
his fingers into her vagina.

Without speaking the two men acted in synch. Each held
one leg. Unconsciously, each was moving the leg further
outwards. Under the snug fit of her panties, the mounded
shape of her spread slightly. The thin elastic border of
her panties moved over the whitest skin of her inner-
thighs as they were forced further open. All they had to
do was hook one finger in, and tear the cotton
aside...the two men stared and gripped her legs like
vice.

 From the front passenger seat, Jed yelled, "Jesus
Christ, you two! Put her down!"

"She tried to escape!" fired back Steve, the spell
broken. Charlie seemed frozen in place, staring slack-
jawed at the crying girl's barely covered sex.

She was really crying now, like a little girl in
terrible trouble. "Please don't. Please don't hurt me."

Steve had to pry Charlie's hands off her leg, to allow
her to sit back down.

"Stop your crying," grumbled Steve. "No one's touched
you yet." He leant in to kiss her sad, pouting mouth.
She turned her head, but weakly, and didn't resist as he
grabbed her chin, forced her to face him and receive his
kisses. They were quite gentle kisses, and he even bit
gently at her beautiful bottom lip. "Stop crying," he
said gently. "We're going to fuck you until it gets
better."

Charlie was also unhappy. He moved up behind the two men
in the front seat, leaned over and said: "I have to fuck
her now, guys. There's no way I can wait another hour."

Jed turned from the passenger seat. "Jesus, Charlie. We
all agreed: Ben gets to go first. He found her."

Ben added: "If you fuck her, Charlie, you're out of the
group. This'll be your last one. For God's sake, be a
man; it's only an hour."

Charlie let his head drop. "You don't have to sit back
here. She's too fucking hot. I've smelt her cunt. I have
to have it."

The others smiled. Charlie and his goddamned dramas. It
was a risk inviting him into the group. But you had to
admire his enthusiasm.

"Can I at least finger her, then?" he asked after a few
moments thought.

"No," said Ben. "You already have, anyway."

"That was only through her panties! Come on!" He paused
then said: "Alright. How about this. I'll give you each
a thousand dollars if you let me finger her now."

This caused an outbreak of laughter. "Anyone'd think
you'd never seen schoolgirl pussie before," said Ben.

"Nothing like this one," said Charlie, deadly serious.
He looked back at her. She could hear everything being
said. She stared straight ahead, hardly breathing from
fear, her pretty young face a picture of paleness and
pink, her firm young breasts pushing against the thin
material of her one-piece school dress. Steve was
sitting beside her, enjoying the feel of his denim jeans
against her bare leg.

"It's your call, Ben," Jed said to the driver. "

Ben shook his head. "Alright -"

Charlie whooped and turned to go to her.

"BUT!" Ben shouted. And Charlie turned back. "There's
conditions." Charlie nodded okay. "You can have five
minutes at her." Charlie nodded. "You can put only one
finger in her." Charlie frowned, but nodded. "And if she
bleeds at all, you lose your turn at her altogether. You
won't get to fuck her at all."

That seemed a bit rough to Charlie. "Jesus, Ben. It
might not be my fault if she bleeds. I mean, I've never
fingered a virgin. Can it make them bleed?"

"Not if you're careful," Ben said, exchanging a smile
with Jed. "Take it or leave it, buddy."

Charlie agreed, and whirled back to Maria. She was now
all huddled up. She used her arms to wrap around and
pull her legs in tight.

"Time starts now!" cried Jed, fixing his electronic
watch to timer mode.

"Okay sweetie," Charlie said, forcing a hand through her
tightly clenched shins. "I haven't got much time. Open
up."

But she huddled more fiercely, and Charlie groped rather
ineffectually. "Open your legs!" he insisted.

"Do what he says," said Steve, sitting beside her. She
stayed as she was, fierce, scared, crying. Steve gave
one short, very sharp punch to her side, low on the rib
cage. It sent her flying sideways with a gasping cry of
pain. As her limbs flew, Charlie grabbed her legs, under
the knees, and tugged her toward him, flipping her
easily ono her back. Steve was immediately above her at
head level, holding the knife to her throat. "Last
warning."

She lay still, and closed her eyes. Charlie pushed her
school dress up. "Lift your bum up," he said. And she
did, allowing him to push the dress all the way up, even
exposing some white bra. "Very nice," said Charlie.
Steve hooked his fingers under the bunched dress and
bra, and hoicked it up roughly, setting free her lovely
breasts. Both men admired the exposed form of her
seventeen-year-old body. The flawless skin, so smooth
across the sweep of her lower stomach. The slim but
wonderful curve of her young thighs. Charlie leant
forward to quickly grope her tits, then ran his hands
down across her shivering skin to grasp at her panties,
he said, thickly, "Lift up again." She shivered, but did
as she was told. He pulled her panties down along her
smooth, shapely legs. He pulled them all the way off,
then threw them aside.

She was quick to bring her legs together, to try and
protect herself. And what she had was worth protecting,
the beautiful mound and stretch of her exposed young
sex. A neat little spray of pubic hair above. The fleshy
outer labia allowed only a teasing glimpse of her inner
teenage cunt flesh.

She fought to close her legs together, but Charlie
easily grasped her knees and spread her legs wide apart.
He spread her legs high and wide, opening her right up
for view, and making her cry out "Oh please god no!" The
soft little petals of her cunt still remained closed.
Hers was such a young, pink, petite, unopened bud.

Steve leaned over for a better look and let out a
whistle of appreciation. He masaged the soft swell of
her impressive breasts while staring at her exposed sex.
"You're a fucking beauty, baby" he said.

The two men in the front seat were craning their necks
for a look, Ben barely looking where he was driving. "At
least give us a look!" they shouted at Charlie's back.

Charlie moved aside and gestured at her with pride. The
men stared at the exposed cunt of their spread young
virgin. Ben had to suddenly wrestle the van back onto
the road.

"Shit," he said. "We shouldn't have started this here.
Just hurry up and finger her, then get her goddamned
clothes back on. How the hell am I meant to drive with
that there."

Steve had finally managed to completely remove her dress
and bra. The movement of van gave a teasing shake and
shudder of her young breasts. Steve knelt behind her
head, which he clamped between his knees. He moved her
arms out wide to further increase her stripped
vunerability. She was almost in shock at her sudden
horrific exposure. At school she was too shy to let the
other girls see her getting changed. No boy had even
seen her naked breasts before. Now four men were leering
and staring at her most privately protected parts.

Charlie then groped at her cunt. She tried desperately
to buck away from him. It worked as quite a come-on. His
hand was on her like a clamp. He roughly massaged and
rubbed at her, feeling her tender fleshy folds rasp
between his fingers. "Fuck! She's the hottest bitch
ever!"

"Is she getting wet?" Steve asked, working on her tits
as he watched Charlie's getting to it.

She had herself raised slightly off the floor, trying
hopelessly to get away from the raping hand. Charlie let
her go, grabbed her legs and pushed them up toward her
head. "Here, hold her legs up," he said. Steve did, and
spread them nice and wide.

Charlie got in high over her and moved in with greater
concentration to rub up and down her slit. His fast
working fingers were too dry and rough. It hurt her.
When he rasped across her little hidden clit it made her
clench and arch her head back at the pain. She made
several soft begging entreaties for it stop. The shy
petals of her cunt were becoming sandpapered and raw.

Then Charlie suddenly broke off and yelled, "Wait a
minute!" He gently moved his middle finger between her
cunt lips and pushed at the entrance of her hole. "Oh
you sweet little slut! You hot little bitch."

Beneath the pain and the degradation, some awful
biological undercurrent had started the poor girl's
juices flowing. Maybe it was a defence mechanism.
Whatever, it was her worst moment. This young virgin
girl had been treated like an animal. She'd been abused
and punched and stripped naked. She'd been mauled and
humiliatingly spread open to be looked at. And the now
the brutal rapist was above her, laughing and boasting
that she was getting all wet for him. She couldn't bear
that he would see and feel her very private vaginal
juices. She could feel his awful clumsy finger start to
push in, and much worse, she felt her own tight wetness
allowing him in.

"My God, are virgins always this tight?!" Charlie said.
Then with one sudden thrust he pushed his finger all the
way into her. Charlie gasped at the feel of the bitch's
tight little cunt. He was the first man ever to feel
her. He loved that. He was on a high. She was his tight
little slut. He ground and twist his finger as deep as
he could, his knuckles mashing hard into her outer flesh
and sinew. Then he began to finger-fuck her properly.
Hard and fast. He took his finger out and jammed in
hard, over and over, quickly like a boxer's one-two. He
often didn't poke her flush on, and jabbed her cunt
painfully before slipping back deep inside. She tried to
keep herself still for him, so as not to be hurt or even
torn. Her cunt lips gaped open a little now. He pushed
right in and experimented with stretching her hole,
poking and pulling at her tight, slick velvety walls.

"Times up," Jed said from the front passenger seat.

"What?" Charlie turned to look at them up front, slowing
to a gentle stroke inside her.

"Get her dressed, Charlie," said Ben. "Deals a deal."

Charlie moved aside a bit. He took his finger out and
used both hands to spread the lips of her cunt wide. She
whimpered a just audible, "Please, no."  Her inner pink
stretched and glistened; her juice even pooled and
dribbled out. "But look at her! Look how wet she is. I
can't leave her like that."

Ben was firm. "Either you stop now, or I stop the van,
and you're out of here. Your choice."

So Charlie had no choice. Steve let her legs go, and
moved aside to let her get up. She started to, but
Charlie let one of his hands linger, and rammed his
finger into her cunt again as she rolled onto her side
and half got up.

She let out a scream of "Get out!" thinking she was
supposed to be getting at least a temporary respite. But
he just wouldn't leave her alone. She swung right over
onto her hands and knees to crawl to a back corner, but
he was still right behind her with his finger still
working deep inside. "Fuck off!" she screamed, and tried
to kick back at him, but missed, which caused all the
men to laugh delightedly.

"I'm just trying to help, baby," Charlie said. "When a
slut gets this wet she needs something in her cunt." He
took his finger out, then grabbed her by the hips and
pulled her right back onto him. He ground the trapped
bulge of his cock onto her wet pussy. His jeans became
splotched with her juice as the denim rasped her
painfully. In a sudden cruel moment he picked her up and
gouged his belt-buckle across her cunt and the back of
one leg. She screamed again.

Ben roared from the front: "Charlie! For fucks sake!"

And Charlie said "Alright" and threw her forward and off
him. She made her way over to the far back corner and
sat side on and huddled herself for protecion.

"She's going to leak all over the floor, you know,"
Charlie said sullenly to Ben.

"Well then, give her her clothes back," Ben replied
wearily.

Steve had gathered up her bra, panties and dress, and
was about to toss the bundle to her. Charlie grabbed
them and said, "At least let me dress her."

Steve shook his head and handed them over. He was tired
of all this bullshit. The show Charlie and the bitch had
put on was cool, but he was sick of all this horseplay.
He needed to get to the house and fuck this little whore
as much as anyone. But until then he wanted to just lie
back and think of something else. He moved up to the
front and leant back and closed his eyes.

"Keep watching him," said Ben.

"Yeah, yeah," said Steve.

Charlie moved up to her in the back corner. "Turn and
face me. I have to dress you."

She swivelled on her bum to do as she was told, keeping
herself huddled. Her pretty face, puffy from crying, was
sad and resigned at the moment.

"Lift your feet up," said Charlie, and she did.
Charlie's good humour returned with this chore. Dressing
her would be fun. He brought the panties to her feet,
realised he had them the wrong way around, spun them
about and gently slid them on. Before pulling them up at
all, he parted her knees for one last look at her cunt.
It was different to when they started, that was for
sure. Like her face, it looked puffier and redder and a
little teary. But it didn't look sad. It looked crude
and dirty, with her cunt lips protuding and pouting open
a little. It took a herculean effort for Charlie to
resist going for it again. It looked so much like his
personal property. He had opened her up, got her all
pouty and wet, and now he had to dress her up for
someone else to fuck. Life certainly was a bitch.

"Now get up staight on your knees," he said a little
regretfully.

She did. She kept her arms across her breasts, which
Charlie thought not quite right. He grabbed her wrists
and firmly moved her arms out, allowing her firm jutting
teen breasts to be proudly displayed.

Her panties were down at her knees. She bent to pull
them up but Charlie corrected her again. Really, he
thought, you have to watch these kids 24-7. He took the
outside edge of her panties and pulled them halfway up.
Charlie was impressed he didn't need to say anything -
she moved her legs apart to allow the panties to
continue their upward path.

He pulled them right up. He reached behind to pull the
elastic up over the smooth flesh of her buttocks. At the
front he tugged up too far and the cotton cut into her
crack a bit. She flinched over a little. He apologised
and hooked his fingers into the crotch to flatten the
material back out. The back of one finger brushed over
her slit and found it still slippery. But, bravely, he
left it alone. He used his whole hand to smooth and pat
the material over the mound of her sex, and he felt a
wet patch grow.

He gave her a final firm circular rub, getting some more
of her on his fingers, and said, "This is just like
getting ready for school in the morning, isn't it?"

Putting her bra on was fun. What with the straps going
every which way, and Charlie holding her arms back and
pretending he was so thirsty he had to try and suck out
her milk. At one point he got so distracted by seeing
how hard he could make her nipples using just his chin,
Ben shouted out "What the hell are you up to, Charlie?"
Eventually he got the bra done up, and after he gave her
stiff-nippled young tits a thorough squeezing to make
sure it was on properly, he reached for her dress.

"You put this on," he said to her. "It wouldn't be
proper for a man to do it."

She didn't respond to his twisted idea of levity. She
took the dress and swung it expertly up over her head,
raised her arms up through it, stretching her semi-naked
torso for Charlie to watch. The way she moved her body
in well-practiced little wiggles and dips, to get the
close fitting school dress on - Charlie found it
powerfully erotic. It was like she was in her bedroom at
home, going through her usual morning routine, washing
and dressing, about to skip happily down to the
breakfast table to give her daddy a good morning kiss.
Next thing she'd be off out the door on her way to
school, totally oblivious to any monsters watching from
the bushes.

Charlie sighed and took a quick look over his shoulder
at the guys up the front. None were paying much
attention now that she was finally dressed again. Jeez,
thought Charlie, gang rape is like Christmas, it just
NEVER arrives. And he thrust his hand straight in under
her skirt.


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