There Is No God
(M+/f, ped, rape, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"May I go to the bathroom please sir?" the beautiful little 10-year old Lara Simone asked.

"Can't it wait?" the teacher snapped in exasperation, "The lesson will be over in half an hour."

"I'm sorry sir, but my tummy is hurting."

He sighed then said, "Oh very well Lara, but be back quickly." He turned back to the class and she heard him say, "And what effect did the Corn Laws have on the Irish Famine? Yes Jennifer?" She closed the door as quietly as she could before making her way down the corridor to the toilets.

St. Boticelli's school for girls was housed in an old manor house deep in rural Surrey that had been bequeathed to the school some two hundred years previously. Originally built and presented to some newly ennobled Duke by a grateful nation in return for winning some long forgotten battle, it was subsequently added to, partly demolished, rebuilt and, during the period when Papists were somewhat out of vogue, honeycombed with Priest's holes and a warren of hidden corridors. Some even said that there was a ghost of a Roman Catholic soldier who had been walled in and was now roaming around looking to reclaim his soul. All in all it was a smorgasbord of architectural styles and tastes that culminated in a confusing grid of corridors and cul-de-sacs that took the new girls virtually a complete term to learn to navigate.

To Lara it was home. This was her final year, at the end of the summer term she was hoping to go to university to study her beloved equine studies. She was a slim, athletic girl, with long dark-blond hair, a rather angular but singularly attractive face and the poise and grace of a model. The latter being as much a product of her natural carriage as it was a result of the deportment lessons that she had been subjected to in her first few years as a boarder at the school. Walking round with heavy books balanced on her head with the cultured tones of Mrs Mainwaring urging her on; together with the ever constant threat of the teacher's ruler rapping hard across the palm of her hand if she dropped the heavy tome through a moment of inattention.

You see, St. Catherines turned out ladies of quality of the sort that were to be seen on the arms of Earls and Ambassadors throughout the English speaking world. They were trained to be the perfect hostesses, equally at home mixing with the cream of society as they were throwing together a dinner party for 20 in honor of a visiting President, or riding to the hounds; side saddle naturally. Elegance and the ability to deal with Servants were the grist to a St.Boticelli's girl's mill. Manual labor and more especially streetwise cunning were not, other than that which nature granted to all the females of the species.

Sex and reproduction were inextricably mixed in this little world, so much so that they were regarded as one and the same; indivisible. The act of intercourse was analyzed clinically, leaving out the passion and joie d'amore. It was after all a duty to be endured, purely in order to produce an heir at the appropriate time. So it was viewed by much of the school as as much of a chore as scolding a servant or making small talk at dinner parties whilst in the throes of a screaming headache.

Of course this didn't stop the endless discussions and speculation in their cloistered little world. Every snippet of information was analyzed and digested in giggling whispers after lights out in their dormitory rooms. And quite a few of the girls had touched themselves and even each other, even though it was liable to lead to a severe spanking if she were ever caught. A good thrashing was understood to benefit a young lady as much as it would a recalcitrant dog, or in earlier days, a surly servant.

Lara tried to be a good girl. She had that indescribable itch between her legs that the other girls reported but she tried her very best to ignore even in the security of her own bed. And as for boys! Naturally they were intensely interesting to her, but only as distant objects occasionally glimpsed, such as when a delivery boy came or when she saw one of the seemingly endless number of under caretakers and maintenance staff. But the punishment for getting caught en flagrante delicto was severe, so the girls tended to shy away from male contact.

Perfectly at home, she made her way unerringly through the maze of corridors towards the ugly bathroom block that had been grafted on to the old house like a hideous wart on the face of an otherwise beautiful maiden. It was subsequently hidden at the back of the house far away from the bustle of the school as if there were a collective shame as to its purpose and function.

It was cold in the toilets, the rumbling, gurgling old central heating system barely taking the edge off the chill through the single miserly radiator. She dashed into the first cubicle and had pulled her panties down from under her blue uniform skirt and was perched gingerly on the freezing cold bathroom seat within a minute.

She had just finished when she heard the door to the block swinging shut and the click of its latch. Then there was silence. Intense curiosity caused her to crack open her cubicle door as quietly as possible then peer out. To find herself staring at three boys she had never seen before. They saw her at the same instant and they all smiled at her. There was no point in hiding so she flushed then stepped out into the room as they lounged nonchalantly against the rows of cracked washbasins.

"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here," she said as forcefully as she could.

"Coming to meet you," said the boy at the front, obviously the leader.

"Me? But I don't know you," she said puzzled.

"Maybe not, but you are going to," he smirked as he walked towards her, "really well...."

His air of quiet menace and the determined way that they were all approaching her sent a little flutter of fear through her stomach. She knew instinctively that something bad was going to happen.

She tried to push past them as she made her way to wash her hands but they stopped her. She tried to shrug off their hands and said, "I need to wash my hands. Get away!"

"Who's stopping you?" Shrugged the leader.

She pushed past the other two boys and leaned over the first washbasin. She twisted the tap and lathered her hands horrifyingly aware of the boys pressing against her, pushing her hips against the cold porcelain. When she had rinsed she tried to turn but found her way blocked by the boys. Two of the boys held onto her wrists while the leader started to push her face down across the washbasin.

"Help! Help! What are you doing?" She screamed.

"Shut the little bitch up," said one of the boys nervously.

"Relax they can't hear her from the school."

"I'd still feel better if we could shut her up," sulked the first boy.

"Okay, hold her tight I've got the perfect solution," with that she dropped to his haunches snaking his hands up inside the back of her skirt.

She was so shocked at this sudden intrusion she was momentarily speechless but soon found her voice again as his fingers hooked over the elastic waistband of her white cotton panties and started to pull them down.

"No! No! Don't do that, please leave me alone!"

He ignored her as he pulled her panties off then lifted each of her feet in turn to remove them completely. She tried to kick out but he held her foot effortlessly as he finally pulled them free. She glanced over her shoulder to see him balling them up with the gusset out. He reached around and pulled her head towards him. She opened her mouth to scream but instead found her mouth full of cotton. She could taste herself as the gusset pressed against her tongue and she felt the heat of her blazing cheeks as they turned crimson with shame.

"There that's better," smirked the boy as he took a second to admire his handiwork. Her mouth bulged with her panties, which he had thumbed deep inside so she couldn't work them out with her tongue. "Perfect! Now hold her down, and since she said she doesn't know me so it's time I introduced myself." With that he laughed then threw up the hem of her skirt, exposing the alabaster globes of her ass with the little tuft of blond fuzz framing a cute-looking little pussy. She was much smaller than he originally thought. This is a small little girl. He casually popped open his jeans and pushed down his shorts exposing his massively hard 9-inch cock. He held it in his hand as he kicked open her legs. She tried to close them again but the other two boys held them apart giving their leader easy access.

He positioned his fat cockhead up against her slit and rubbed it up and down a couple of times. She struggled in the iron grip of the two boys as she felt something touch her 'down there'. She was terrified and her whole body shivered in dread at the thought of the unknown horror that was about to be visited upon her.

"Time to introduce myself little girl," he said as he started to press his cock head more insistently into her. He gripped her thighs then rammed in as hard as he could, "consider us introduced, " he gasped as he started to batter away inside her defenseless pussy.

"MNNnnnnnnnnnnnggggngnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!!!" she muffled her scream into her panties.

It hurt her so much she would have bitten her tongue if the panties weren't filling her mouth. Instead she chewed at the coarse fiber, hoping to distract herself slightly from the agony from between her legs as he continued to pound into her until at last he forced himself completely inside her squirming virginal hips. She was soon crying violently from the pain of his huge insertion.

"The little bitch was cherry," he panted as he savored her tight throbbing tube. The other two boys cast meaningful glances at each other with shit eating grins plastered across their faces.

"What did you expect, dumbass?" the second boy smarted back, full of sarcasm. "She's only 10 years old, shithead."

Meanwhile he was busting her little pussy right good, loving the clasping, grasping feeling her violated, raped cunt was giving his big prick. Withdrawing himself almost all of the way out before ramming back into her with all his strength. He moaned in ecstasy as her frantic writhing drove his cock wild. His pace increased and so did the mewling filtering through her gag.

She was in agony as she felt the boy's giant 9-inch penis batter away inside her. She prayed to God with all her heart for it to stop. It seemed like her prayers were at last answered as after a few minutes the boy's penis stiffened and started to pulse as he held her thighs tightly against his. Her taut, narrow asscheeks were mashed against his loins as he planted his blasting cockhead against her womb and let his cum soak her tiny little virginal womb. She felt a sudden warmth in her belly and she hung her head in shame when she realized what it was. His big cock pulsed and flexed in her, shooting over 20 long ropes of cum, flooding her pussy.

He had just sullied her for all time. There was no going back. She half lay over the washbasin, her eyes closed with tears rolling down her face as he pulled out of her. Gasping and hyperventilating from the pain of the rape, her pussy dribbled his huge cumload along her cuntlips and down her thighs. She felt a warm trickle running down the inside of her left thigh and she shuddered in humiliation. She just hoped it was over.

"My turn now," she heard the second boy say and her tears started trickling like rain.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" she muffled into the wadded panties in her mouth, begging not to be raped again. She couldn't take another cock inside her ravaged little pussy. She wasn't ready for sex. She was only 10 years old, for god's sake! Where is God she wondered? Why isn't God helping me? Why is God letting this happen? What did I do to deserve this God? she asked, wanting, or nay, demanding an answer... but not receiving one as she felt the boy plant his huge cockhead at her entrance. God be damned, she thought....

"Get her over to that bench. Hey man, lay that towel down, that's it. Okay get her down on her back. I want some leverage while I bust this little pussy. I want some of this tight pussy, goddamnit!" he yelled.

"Ain't too tight anymore after I done split the little bitch wide open!" the leader laughed out loud.

She struggled feebly as they maneuvered her until she was laying down on the hard bench. They threw up her skirt again and one of the boys splayed her thighs, esposing her little pussy to them. She tried to push her skirt down over her crotch but the leader straddled the bench behind her then, pulling her upright, he slithered behind her then pulled her back until her head rested against his chest. He then grabbed her arms and yanked them back, trapping them under his as he grabbed the bottom of her school jersey and pulled it up exposing her thin white training bra. He made quick work of pushing it down and was soon sinking his fingers into her untouched breasts; her little pink nipples stiffening involuntarily in the chill air.

"Nice little nips!" he remarked as his friend pushed her legs apart and insinuated himself between them.

She felt the boy push up against her pussylips, stretch her painfully for a few seconds as the first two inches of his big prick slid in, and then he slid his entire 8-inch length inside on a tide of slippery cum. It hurt even more than the first time because she was so sore from the first boy's big penis, but it was the humiliation that made it much worse as she saw their grinning faces while being taken against her will for the second time.

The third boy reached down and tweaked her clit, which made her nearly jump out of her skin. The feelings he invoked in her as he continued to rub her bud left her feeling both awed and terrified, especially in conjunction with the forceful thrusting of a big hard cock. It was as if they were wringing total control of her body away from her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And the feelings grew stronger with each punishing thrust. She started to moan and the boys pried her panties out of her mouth in order to hear her more clearly.

"You like that don't you?" sneered the leader as he massaged her nipples.

She shook her head frantically, trying to deny herself the twinges of pleasure that they were invoking in her. "No, " she gasped, "leave me alone... please stop... you're KILLING MEEE!"

But the boys just continued to jeer at her while they molested her innocent body. The boy inside her speeded up and she closed her eyes waiting for her second defilement. But just as he was on the cusp of his eruption he pulled out and she opened her eyes in surprise only to see an ugly, wet slit pointing malevolently at her, mere inches from her eyes. She only observed it for a split second before it erupted full in her face, taking her by surprise and gluing one eyelid shut. She felt rather than saw the flash of a camera. The boy jacked his big penis over and over into her face and mouth, shooting over 15 ropes of sperm which soaked her face and neck.

At the next instant the door crashed opened.

"What the hell is going on here?" growled Dirk the head caretaker.

The boy who was holding his big prick at her stepped back and casually zipped himself up, "What's it look like Dad?" He sneered.

She took advantage of the confusion by rolling off the bench and running to clutch Dirk's arm. "They were raping me!" she sniveled.

"Is that right?" he glared at the boys.

"Raping her? No way Dad; she invited us. How'd you think we got in and how did we know she'd be here?" The leader said conversationally without a trace of anxiety.

The caretaker turned his head and looked sternly at her for a few seconds then made up his mind, turning to the boys he said, "Get out of here and if I see you round here again I will call the Police. Now get out!" He turned to her as they scuttled out and said, "I think we'd better have a little chat don't you? So I can make up my mind as to what to do about this."

She looked at him in horror but said nothing. It was obvious that he didn't believe her but instead he believed the boys and now he'd just let them go, despite all they'd done to her.

"Come to my cottage after prep this evening, I'll expect you at 8:30p sharp or I'll go straight to the Headmistress."

She knew what that meant. The punishment for premarital sex was expulsion! All her life suddenly lay in ruins. And it wasn't even her fault.

He looked at her face then before turning to the door he said, "and I suggest you wash that muck off your face."

She didn't go back to class but instead went to the sanatorium where a sympathetic school nurse dosed her with painkillers supposedly for her upset stomach. Luckily they treated her ravaged pussy too, and the sharp pains died to a dull throbbing ache. Moreover, they made her slightly woozy.

Right on schedule she was tapping on the battered old door of the caretaker's cottage over on the edge of the extensive school grounds. She was a little startled when he threw open the door suddenly.

"Good, you are on time! Come in," he beckoned her inside with a sweep of his arm, "Sit there at the table."

The room was a typical long time bachelor's hovel with dusty clutter everywhere and every flat surface festooned with old newspapers and greasy plates. She grimaced slightly as she gingerly sat down. He plumped down facing her, regarding her sternly for long minutes before finally saying, "So? What's your side of the story?"

"Oh please, sir... they raped me. They're lying. They ripped my clothes off, held me down, and did very naughty, evil things to me. I'm so sore, so sore I can't tell you."

"Raped you, eh? Every girl that's ever been caught has made that excuse. They said you begged them for attention and you lifted your skirt and pulled down your panties to entice them. Is that right, young lady?"

The tears started welling in her eyes as she shook her head, "No! It's a lie, all a lie - it's just not true, sir!"

He leaned forward and pointed his finger at her, "So how did they get in? How did they know their way around so well, considering they supposedly weren't helped? How long did it take you to find you way around when you first came?"

"A couple of months," she mumbled, her eyes staring at her lap.

"Exactly and how do you explain that they knew precisely when to meet you? How did they know you were there?"

"I don't know, it must have been a coincidence," she sobbed.

"Coincidence, eh? I have to say I'm skeptical Lara. It's a pretty big coincidence in my opinion. Tell me this, how did they know that anyone would be there especially in the middle of a double lesson?

"I don't know," she sobbed.

"I think you have some explaining to do and I've a good mind to take you straight to the headmistress."

"Oh please don't do that," she implored, her hand resting lightly on his frayed cardigan.

"You know what will happen don't you?"

She shook her head mutely.

"You'll probably get a public caning. That's what happened to the last girl they caught. It is done over your bare bottom and they invite your parents, in fact all the parents usually attend, so they see your shame and the shame of your family as you are publicly thrashed then ignominiously expelled. In fact the whole school is ordered to attend, just in case another girl gets it into her head to kick over the traces." He rubbed his chin and stared over her head, "As I recall the last girl got into all the papers, too. I hear she's a waitress somewhere now, her family disowned her, of course." He looked directly into her eyes, "It's the shame you see. Now you don't want that do you?"

"But they raped ME, sir!" her sobs continued unabated.

"Do you want to tell that to the headmistress? To take the chance that she doesn't believe you any more than I do? She's bound to ask the same questions I did, and more, and you must admit your story sounds weak."

"But they did, why won't you believe me?" She was crying openly now.

"Because it doesn't sound right that's all. Tell me this why weren't you screaming?"

"Because they forced my panties into my mouth."

"So how come I heard you? It was your moans that first made me come to investigate, and they didn't sound forced."

"But I...." What could she say? How could you explain that she was getting pleasured against her will?

"And where were your panties? I didn't see them......?"

She had searched frantically for them but one of the boys must have taken them.

"You're not wearing any are you?"

She shook her head, mortified. There hadn't been time to dash back to her dorm room to get another pair if she was to keep her appointment with her odious interrogator.

He regarded her for a moment before continuing; "I'll leave it to the headmistress to decide what sort of girl goes around without panties on."

He paused for a few seconds to let the statement sink into her consciousness, before saying, "Finally don't forget the fact that you just lay still and looked straight at it as it ejaculated in your face. If they were raping you then why did you stay still, when there was nobody holding you? Tell me that?"

There was nothing she could say, this kind of situation was so far outside the scope of her experience she didn't know how to deal with it. So she looked down at her hands as they wrung in her lap. All she could remember was all the pain and all the cum that was spewed all over her face and neck, and all the cum inside her belly.

He let the silence scream for a long minutes before saying, mildly, "So what would you suggest I do with you?"

"I don't know," she mumbled.

"I'd hate to see a young lady ruin her life like this. On the other hand if I don't report it and the headmistress finds out then I could lose my job and this house. It may not be much but it's all I've got. You've put me in a right pickle here."

She wanted to scream out that it wasn't her fault, she hadn't asked to be raped, but she kept her counsel. Whatever she said ended up being misconstrued.

"So? Haven't you anything to say?"

She shook her head.

Suddenly he pushed back his chair and began pacing the room. Then he stopped and looked down at her, "Okay, I'll not report this."

"Oh thank you, sir!" she blurted, relief washing over her in waves.

"But for risking my livelihood I want something in return."

"What?" she said suddenly suspicious, "if you want money I'll let you have all I've got, but I only have my allowance."

"I don't want your money," he snapped, "what I want is something you seem to be giving away freely to all and sundry."

"What's that?" She asked puzzled.

"Oh don't come the little innocent with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about, little girl."

"But I don't..." Her voice tailed off when she realized what he was getting at, "You mean, you want me to um...?"

"Yes. Just because I'm not married doesn't mean I don't have needs, too. So if you agree to satisfy them, I'll overlook what happened today."

She gulped back her tears, she couldn't see an easy way out of this. Either she agreed to have sex with him or she risked the possibility of being expelled. It was all so unfair.

"So what's your answer?" he enquired.

"What if I told the headmistress that you want to blackmail me into having sex with you? I'm only 10 years old... I can't... can't take a man's 'thingie' inside me! You'd... kill me! You'd be too big... WAY too big for a young girl, sir!" It was her last serve of the match and he easily slammed it back onto her side of the court.

"So who is she likely to believe," he sneered, "a long standing employee or a silly girl who has sex with gangs of town boys? Who is probably just making up tales to save her own skin. So who will she believe, me or you? And remember, I don't give a hen's crap that you're only 10 years old. You're beautiful and you've got a fine little body that deserves an adult's... ahem... attention!"

She closed her eyes, knowing the headmistress would probably believe him.

"So what's it to be?" He said, "will you do it or do I go straight to the headmistress now?"

It took her long seconds before she could answer. Her mouth felt as parched as a desert and her stomach was roiled in knots.

"I'm waiting," he snapped, "will you do it?"

She nodded and her "yes" was almost a whisper.

"Good," he said rubbing his hands, "I suggest you go round and close the curtains and lock the door, we wouldn't want to be disturbed would we?"

She shook her head but still sat still.

"Come on, chop chop," he said clapping his hands.

She uncurled herself from the chair, her limbs felt like lead and her guts were churning as she made her way to the door and threw the bolt. After she had finished drawing the curtains she returned to find herself facing an unnaturally bright light. She could just discern him through the glare.

"Stand there," he said pointing at a spot on the carpet. Standing in the designated spot she looked delightful as she twisted her fingers together and dug the toe of one shoe into the carpet.

He let her stand for a few seconds then told her to take off her clothes. Lost in a miasma of humiliation she started to remove her school uniform. She was going to start with her shoes and socks, trying to delay the inevitable but he sighed in exasperation and told her to remove her jersey instead. Her hands shook as she grasped the hem of the jersey and looked at him searching for a sign of compassion for her, but she couldn't make out his features through the glare of the light. She heard him tut impatiently and slowly drew the garment over her head exposing her tiny bra to his lustful gaze. She made a great play of carefully folding the jersey before he again interceded, with a curt, "Come on, get on with it!"

She dropped the jersey on the chair and stood expectantly.

"Take off the bra next," his voice seemed to have dropped an octave and now sounded hoarse.

She reached behind her back and undid the clip letting the straps fall from her shoulders. She placed her hands flat against the bra trying to cover it and her flat little breasts.

"You don't want to make me angry," he said, "take it off."

She let the bra fall away, exposing first one breast then the other to his leering gaze. She dropped the bra on the chair but couldn't help covering her breasts with her hands.

"Take them away," he said.

She stood rigid in indecision.

"I said take them away," he was beginning to sound angry.

Her face reddened in shame as she let her hands drop to her sides. She studied the pattern on the frayed carpet as she heard his deep inhalation as her flawless little puffy orbs were revealed to him in all their glory. He savored both the sight of them and her obvious discomfort for a few seconds then ordered her to remove her skirt.

Here it was at last. Her Rubicon yawned in front of her, once she crossed it there was no going back. She'd be as naked as not to make any difference before a man old enough to be her father, if not her grandfather, and what was more her nudity carried with it her acceptance of his dominion over her. She moved as slowly as she could, her eyes cast down and her face glowing in the bright light as she turned her skirt around and fumbled with the button. Slowly she pulled down the zip and, taking a deep breath, she started to push it down over the swell of her hips and down her slim legs until it was a puddle at her feet. Automatically her hands flew in front of her crotch. She heard him suck his teeth in annoyance but she was so ashamed to be standing naked in front of a man she didn't move.

He slammed the flat of his hand down on the table and ordered her to lace her fingers together behind her neck. Reluctantly she complied aware that it caused her chest to push out as if she was offering her breasts to him.

She could hear his heavy breathing as he lustfully surveyed her charms. "Spread your legs," he husked.

She shuffled her feet a few inches apart.

"Wider," he snapped.

She desperately fought to quell her sobs as she complied until her feet were about shoulder width apart. "Better," he said as he came towards her.

He stood in front of her and reached forward and cupped her tiny breasts, she started at his touch but forced herself to accept his unwanted attentions when he growled warningly at her. One of his hands fluttered down across her stomach and foraged through her sparse blond fuzz of pussy hair. She gritted her teeth and stared over his shoulder as she felt one of his fingers lightly brush against the slash of her sex. She felt like cringing as she felt the finger become more insistent as it insinuated itself between her soft folds. He leaned down and lightly sucked one of her nipples while his finger continued to molest her. Despite her resolve he was starting to awaken feelings in her body that caused her to moan quietly. She was torn between the pleasure he was evoking in her and the shame of letting him do what he wanted with her body.

The tableau continued for a few minutes while her moans became louder as a warm glow started to engulf her groin. Suddenly he withdrew his hand from between her legs then surveyed his finger. To her horror it was dripping wet with her juices.

"I think you're about ready don't you?" He said as he held it in front of her face for her inspection. She wanted to curl up and die with shame at how her body had betrayed her. "Lie on the bed and spread your legs," he said indicating the cot that was pushed against the wall.

She recoiled when she caught the stale odor of the gray sheets but complied. She lay on her back, staring at the cracked and stained plaster of the ceiling trying to take her mind off what was about to happen. She could hear him grunting as he peeled off his clothes then the cot sagged as he crawled onto it. Her legs fell open almost automatically as he hunched himself between them, then his face filled her vision as he lay full on her. She felt him fumble between his legs and then the rigid insistence of his giant 10-inch penis was pushed up against her soaking gash. He had taken 100mg of Viagra half an hour before she had come and he was as hard as he'd ever been in his life both from the effects of the drug and the sight of her perfect body that was now split in offering to him. She had no idea a penis could be so big... so thick. She was right: she was going to die from this massive organ splitting her in two!

He eased his giant prick inside her painfully tight pussy and she moaned loudly in pain as she felt herself being horribly stretched around another big penis for the third time on the same day she lost her virginity. His cock was so incredibly large in comparison to her petite 75-lb. frame that she squealed in acute pain as his prick was only halfway in, his girth feeling as though she was being torn from his huge penis. Nonetheless, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside the little girl until their hip bones met and her little pussylips and his pubic hairs were enmeshed. He sighed in bliss as the fat convexity belly made contact with her incredibly tight concavity, forming an almost perfect seal, and her pussy clenched around his swollen hardness.

She shifted uncomfortably as his weight pressed her back into the fresh white sheets. She had never felt so open and vulnerable as she lay there with him inside her, even her rapes this afternoon had felt better than this as she wasn't completely covered by her assailants. She looked up at him, studying the lines on his face and his eyes that were tightly closed as he savored the sensations that her body was evoking in him.

His eyes snapped open suddenly and he bared his teeth in a cracked smile. He looked so blissful that she shuddered involuntarily as realization dawned. She was having sex with a perverted older man! She was lying on his bed with his large penis pushed deeply inside her hitherto private parts and she had freely bargained to offer herself to him... over and over again! And all because she'd had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and had been forced to have sex against her will. As the man's massive prick slid wetly in and out, in and out, over and over and over inside her body, a solitary tear trickled down her cheek; it was all so unfair, so wrong that a grown man should be raping a 10-year old girl. Where was my God? Doesn't God care?

He leaned down and licked the tear from her soft downy cheek then buried his nose in her hair. It smelled fresh and clean with a hint of some girlish perfume. He shifted his weight slightly relishing the feel of the soft pliant body that lay open to receive him; and his seed. She wriggled and a wave of sensation swept up and down his spine in response as her pussy caressed his steel hard penis.

Slowly he retreated out of her then smoothly thrust his length inside her. She gasped and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she too was assailed with sensations that were beyond her control. She had never felt anything like it before in her life; indeed she could hardly believe such feelings were real. The puffy purple head of his penis was moving smoothly and inexorably in and out of her causing her to gasp and moan. Unlike the afternoon's episode that hurt her, his penis was so large that it would hurt a grown woman, much less a child and she was quickly becoming so sore that she was having trouble breathing. She tried to concentrate on something that would distract her from the intense pain between her legs, but instead it awakened deep primal urges in her body that caused her to open her legs wider and to push her hips up to meet his thrusts as if she was trying to draw him in so deeply he couldn't ever escape. If she she could get out of this predicament, she would embrace it violently.

He had settled into a rhythm that caused the bedsprings to creak and groan, matching her soft moans and unintelligible murmurs. His hands pressed against her childish breasts, his fingers catching her nipples between his fingers as he massaged them in time to his thrusts.

She was completely overwhelmed with sensation and her body kicked into automatic as his pace increased and he really started to hammer her back into the sagging mattress. She would show this perverted old man that she could fuck like the best whore in the country and maybe then he would like her if she was no longer so "innocent" as before.

But something unexpectedly wonderful was taking shape inside her body as he pounded faster and faster. It was as if her guts were being churned as she felt him going in and out of her and when he released a breast and reached down to rub her clit she couldn't help but moan and writhe as she started to soar. The tableau continued for a few more minutes with him pounding away faster and faster and her shaking her head from side to side so her long hair whipped her face lightly as she lost herself in a bliss she had never known before. She could feel the crescendo coming as his hips continued to slam her back against the thin mattress then, just before she started to peak he stopped, shuddered and released his seed deep inside her. She ground up against him trying to milk every last drop of sensation from his cumming penis as he continued to fire rope after rope of cum inside her womb.

She was so agonizingly close to something wonderful she almost screamed in frustration as he fired one last mighty pulse inside her then collapsed full on her, completely spent. He lay so still and for so long she was starting to think he had had a heart attack or something, but eventually his eyes opened and he reached down and eased his dwindling manmeat from her sweetness. It was dripping wet with his cum and her juices. He rolled off her and flopped down next to her.

They lay like that for several minutes, he lost in satiation and her in humiliation with her body trembling with unexpended lust as his babymaking seed slowly oozed out of her.

Wearily he looked at his watch and croaked, "You'd better get going or you are going to be late for lights out."

She grabbed his wrist, looked at the watch then mumbled something unladylike ('Asshole'). She tumbled off the bed and frantically clambered into her clothes. There was only half an hour to lights out, just enough time for a shower before bed if she hurried. She was terrified at being late, the punishment for which was a paddling in front of the whole room and the thought of the duty teacher seeing that she wasn't wearing any panties made her cringe.

She flung back the bolt and raced out into the twilight. She had only gone a couple of hundred yards when someone stepped into her path causing her to crash into him.

"Whoa," he said, "what's the hurry?"

"Let me go please! I'm going to be late." It was her first rapist, the one who took her chastity and was now holding on to her arms stopping her from going anywhere. And wherever he was his friends wouldn't be far away and sure enough they emerged from the woods and stood either side of her.

She looked around frantically hoping to pull away and dodge around them but the leader held her tightly. "So where have you been, you fucking little tattletale?" he asked.

"Look please let me go. I'm going to be late. Haven't you done enough to me today?"

"Hey wait a minute the old guy lives down here don't he? So what have you been telling him?"

"Nothing," she said trying to shrug his hands off her arms.

"Nothing eh? You sure look pretty fucked up tonight! What you been up to?"

She looked down at the ground, "Nothing," she whispered.

"So you told him nothing and did nothing. Something tells me you ain't telling me the truth. Here boys hold her arms I want to check something out."

The boys grabbed her arms and the leader's hand again dipped under her skirt and his finger probed her soaking pussy.

"My, my what have we here?" He smirked as he withdrew his hand and held up his finger, which was slick with cum... lots of it. "Been giving it to the old man eh? You must really be getting into it, which is just as well."

"Just as well?"

"Yeah," he grinned then jerked his thumb at one of the boys, "my friend here didn't get any this afternoon, so he's got a bad case of blue balls."

"Blue balls?"

"Being a cunt I didn't think you'd understand, let me enlighten you as simply as I can, he needs a fuck to stop his balls aching with the load he's carrying."

"Oh no, not again," she wailed, "Please, I'm going to be late. Please let me go."

"No way not until you've done it with him."

"I'll do it tomorrow, I promise. Please don't make me do it now. I'm going to be ever so late."

"Tough shit. The sooner you do it the sooner we'll let you go, until then you stay here with us. And of course this goes up on the school notice board if you won't cooperate." He held up a picture, which showed her with her skirt hiked up around her waist; a pair of fingers plunged deep into her crotch and with sperm dripping down her face.

Her shoulders slumped in submission.

"Lay down and spread wide," smirked the leader.

"What here?"

"Yes here, goddamnit!" he sneered, "Where the fuck did you expect? In your dorm in front of the other girls?"

Reluctantly she dropped to the ground and lay back, what did it matter if she was used again, they'd already used her over and over. She felt the boy throw up her skirt and prize open her legs before he entered her with no preliminaries whatsoever. She grunted softly as his extremely thick 8-inch prick slid resistantly inside her pussy, but she didn't fight or cry out as he started to pump away at her, herking and jerking her little body back and forth over his amazingly thick penis.

"Hurry please hurry," she muttered as he continued to bash away. She was too inexperienced to know how to hurry him along and so she just panted imprecations into his ear. Unlike the session with the old guy this time she didn't feel any pleasure just a numb recognition that she was nothing but a sperm dump for this boy. Just somewhere to relieve his 'blue balls' so the discomfort was passed from him to her as he hammered away.

Luckily for her he was too fired up to last long and it was almost a sense of relief when he started grunting loudly and she felt the now familiar warmth deep in her belly as he fired jet after jet into her already sopping pussy. The boy held her hips down onto his fat prick as he blasted an incredible 25 spurts of cum inside her belly.

He pulled free then stood up and admired her as she lay on the path with sperm smeared all over her crotch. The leader squatted down next to her, kissed the tips of his fingers then placed them on her forehead. "Thanks for letting us get to 'know' you," he laughed, then they all turned and ran into the darkness of the woods. She could hear their laughter as she raced the other way; down the path towards her dormitory block.

She barely made it inside just before the lights were put out, so she had to get undressed in the dark. She was too late to have a shower and so she had to suffer the added indignity of sleeping with the sperm of two guys slowly oozing out of her and drying on the inside of her thighs.

The tears came to her in the darkness as the events of the day were relived in her fevered brain. She could scarcely believe all that had happened with such dizzying speed in just a few short hours. She had gone from being a virgin to having sex with four guys in one day and what's more three of them had put their sperm deep inside her.

Lara was the first into the shower the next morning. It was a communal shower and she didn't want the other girls to see the translucent trails that smeared the inside of her thighs. She tentatively probed at her vagina hoping to wash their stuff out of her but the jets were fixed high up on the wall and so despite her gymnastics she couldn't direct a jet of water into her to help.

Anyway it hurt every time she pushed a finger inside, as she was still sore.

Her morning was spent lost in a dream, or rather a nightmare. She was convinced she was pregnant but by whom? Perversely she hoped it was the last boy who did it to her, who was good looking in a dark Italianate way. She'd overheard one of the girls telling the others that the first one was always free, in other words you don't get pregnant with your first lover. She didn't know if that was true or not, but if it was then the old caretaker was probably the father.

Lunchtime found her in the school library where she was frantically looking up as much as she could find on the subject of human reproduction. Luckily the librarian had stepped out for a few minutes and one of her friends was on duty, so there were no questions asked as to her choice of reading material. But it didn't stop her friend smirking at her. The illustration of a boy's erect penis was the most dog-eared page in the whole library.

She took a desk at the back and started frantically scouring the pages, desperately trying to ascertain the probable father of the baby she was convinced she was going to have. Eventually she read that the first guy's sperm split into two and that one lot went off to find the egg and the others stayed behind to fight a rearguard action to stop any other guy's sperm from reaching the egg. There was a footnote by an eminent psychologist that surmised that this was the reason the leader always went first whenever a woman was inclined to partake in acts of sexual intercourse with a number of sequential male partners.. There was nothing about the first one being free.

She leaned back, her eyes bulging with unshod tears. So it was the first guy. She tried to recall whether he was good looking or not. Was he intelligent, did he have any genetic or mental problems?

She buried her head in her hands when she realized that she knew precisely nothing abut the father of her child. There wasn't even any certainty that he was the father, it could even have been the second boy because she read that even the secretions, never mind all the cum, from his penis was enough to get a girl pregnant.

She sat and sobbed out her misery at her lonely desk tucked away in the back of the library.

And that's where Hawkins found her.

She was aware of someone sliding a chair out and sitting down opposite her.

"This is for you," he said sliding an envelope towards her.

"What is it," she sniveled.

"Open it and find out," he suggested.

She tore pen the packet to find a pill inside, "What's this?" She asked as she fished it out and held it up.

"It's called a morning after pill."

"Morning after? You mean it's a contraceptive?"

"Yes you take it the morning after and it makes sure you don't get pregnant even if you've done it the night before. I assume you weren't using any contraceptives?"

She shook her head.

He tutted and said, "silly girl."

"Where did you get it from?"

"Never you mind." He'd rifled through the school medicine cabinet and found a whole box of them. There must have been at least 200 sachets inside, so he palmed a few. Last night's little episode had left him feeling about 10 years younger this morning and he wanted to repeat the experience. But he couldn't risk getting her pregnant. "Anyway don't you say thank you?"

Her thanks were profuse and heartfelt for the solution to her dilemma.

"And now you can do something for me," he said.

"What? Not that again?"

He shook his head. "No, its something more fundamental than that. I want you to wash my clothes and clean my house every day after school."

"What but I never..."

"Precisely, it was something else that you never thought you'd end up doing wasn't it?"

"But I have chores to do after school."

"Yes and today you are being reassigned from supervising the junior netball team to working at the pig farm." The school had a small farm in its grounds that both helped teach animal husbandry and provided fresh meat for the kitchen. St. Catherine girls were not squeamish about shooting an animal for the table or simply because it was a bloody nuisance.

"But why the pigs?"

"Because it's close to my house so you can do both things during your chore time."

"Oh this is horrible," she moaned.

"I've already told the headmistress that you wanted a change and that you'd approached me to help with the animals. She thought it was because you are going to University next year to study equines, whatever they are?"

"Horses."

"So what's the difference? They both eat, sleep, shit and fornicate."

"You wouldn't understand."

He shrugged, "So you'll be seeing the headmistress after school and will be reassigned this evening. So I expect you at my place at 4:30 and don't forget to bring your old working clothes, its messy work."

She wondered which he meant, cleaning his house or mucking out the pigsties. Probably both.

Then a thought occurred to her. "What did you mean it was something else I didn't expect to have to do, what was the first thing?"

He leaned forward so his face was close to hers and whispered, "having to fuck one of the servants." He laughed and stood upright; "I'll see you at 4:30p and don't be late you've got a lot to do." He then strolled off while she dashed to get a glass of water, the precious pill clutched tightly in her fist.

She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a gingham shirt and clutching a pair of Wellington boots when she turned up that evening. It was unseasonable warm and amazingly the weather forecast didn't threaten rain for the next couple of days, so she didn't have to wear waterproofs. Her choice of dress coupled with her ponytail gave her a fresh inviting look, radiating youthful vigor and innocence, not even aware that she was showing her body off to perfection.

He invited her straight in and showed her where the cleaning stuff was kept. He then got her down to work. She was perspiring freely by the time he called a halt to her exertions. She'd barely made a start on the main room never mind the kitchen. He informed her that it was fine as she could carry on tomorrow but now the pigs needed feeding.

It was hot, dirty and smelly work and she undid a couple of buttons on the shirt to let the air to her body. An hour later she had pulled the shirt out of her jeans and had tied it across her midriff baring her belly. She had a streak of something unmentionable across her forehead, which she'd got by pushing stray hair out of her eyes. She was sweaty, hot and miserable.

And that's how they found her.

"Well, well, well," smirked the leader, "look who it isn't."

"Go away and leave me alone," she said backing up against the wall and pointing the pitchfork at him.

"Now that isn't a very nice way to greet your lover."

"I'm not your lover, so go away."

"Not your lover," he turned to the boys with mock incredulity, "she reckons I'm not her lover. I'm shocked. Did you or did you not witness me fucking the ass off her?"

They nodded grinning their heads off.

He turned back to her, "And it was your first time wasn't it?"

She nodded briefly; there was no point in denying it.

"And don't girls usually give up their cherry to their lover?"

She just looked at him.

He took her silence as an affirmative, "in that case I'm your lover."

"You're not," she said her voice trembling, "you raped me, you all did."

"Your word against ours and," he waved the photograph at her, "and who do you think they'll believe when they see this?"

"That's evidence."

"Evidence that you did fuck us and that you are a slut who lets us cum all over your face. Anyway if it was rape why haven't you reported it already?"

"Because I...."

"Because you have a stupid school rule that says if you are caught fucking then you'd be thrown out and you know you was giving us the come on. You wanted it but that could get you chucked out from here for doing it, so you cried rape. But the look on your face in this picture says otherwise, that ain't a look of pain," he peered at the picture then back at her, "that looks more like pleasure to me. So your rape story doesn't look so hot now does it? Not when you enjoyed every minute of it."

"I didn't, it was horrible and you hurt me," she said trying to hold back a sob.

"Oh yeah it didn't look like that to me, they weren't moans of pain you were making. You were having fun," he looked around at his friends, "what do you think boys?"

"Yeah the bitch was getting off on it."

"She was so wet I nearly had to tie my ankles to the bench to stop from disappearing inside her."

"There you are," said the leader spreading his hands and shrugging, "if you have pleasure then it ain't rape. Sorry."

He sounded so plausible she almost found herself agreeing to what he was saying. Was it still rape if she'd had pleasure from it? She didn't know the law that well especially regarding sexual crimes. Those sorts of things were definitely not on the curriculum at St. Catherine's.

He saw the pitchfork waver, "Look I won't report it if you leave me alone," she said.

"Hmm I'm not sure about that," he said scratching his chin thoughtfully, "you see I think that you want to do it again with us."

"What?" she exclaimed, "you must be mad if you think that."

"In fact you'll even beg us to do it to you."

"Never," she said shaking her head defiantly.

"Oh I think you will," said the leader waving the picture nonchalantly in front of his face like a small fan. "You see if you agree to fuck us then you get this picture, it's a Polaroid so there aren't any negatives. If you don't," he looked rueful, "then we'll post it on the internet so millions of perverts throughout the world will masturbate over you. An interesting choice eh?"

She looked at him for a long minute a mixture of loathing, hope and humiliated submission in her eyes.

"So what's it to be?"

"You'll give the photograph?"

"Yes."

"And there are no copies?"

He shook his head, "nope."

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply before replying, "in that case I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"You know, 'it'."

"Nope," he shrugged and turned to his boys and said, "do you know what's she's talking about?"

They shook their heads.

He turned back to her, "sorry you'll have to be more explicit."

She sighed in exasperation, "alright sex, have sex."

"Oh," he said in mock realization, "sex? You mean fucking. You want us to fuck you? Is that what you are trying to say?"

"Yes."

"So say it."

She gulped, "I'm willing to have sex with you."

"These poor dumb working class boys, "he jerked his thumb at his friends, "don't understand what you mean, so say it properly so they'll know what you are talking about."

"I'm willing to fuck you."

"No, no, you've still got it wrong. Its pretty simple, we fuck you, you get fucked. Got that? Come on try again and louder this time."

"I'm willing to let you fuck me," she said, louder than she expected.

"Nice offer," he said looking at his fingernails, "but I'm not really interested."

She looked at him, what was he doing? "But I thought you..?"

"Wanted to fuck you? Well I did but I'm not in the mood now, so I'll just go and post this on the web," he turned and clapped his friends on their shoulders, "come on lads lets go home, is that scanner still hooked up to the computer?"

"Wait!" she shouted, "please don't go."

He turned, "why?"

"Because, look please don't put that picture on the internet. I'll do whatever you want, you can fuck me," she took a deep breath, "you can all fuck me."

"As I said I'm not in the mood."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," she'd dropped the pitchfork so its tines were poking the straw and had lowered her eyes to stare at the floor.

"There," he said, "I told you you'd beg us to fuck you." The other boys laughed and jeered as he continued, "but we really aren't in the mood, so you'll have to do something to get us in the mood won't you? If you still want us to 'fuck' you of course." She winced slightly as he put the accent on the 'fuck,' it seemed an apt almost animal word that described perfectly the acts they had put her through on the previous day. That brutal pounding wasn't lovemaking, or even sex as she had imagined it, but it was a fucking. A raping. And now she'd just begged them all to do it again.

Within weeks she would be pregnant and she wouldn't even be able to identify whose baby it was. She continued to sexually service the caretaker every day, eventually giving him blowjobs twice a day, along with at least one or two boys. And six months later, despite losing weight to conceal her pregnancy before the summer recess began, she was found out and kicked out of school for good. On June 30th, she gave birth to twin girls. And she hadn't even gotten to cum. At the tender age of 11, she became a child prostitute and was sadly beaten to death by a customer who was deranged from drugs one night.

Where was her God? Nowhere. Because there is no god as she found out upon her death.



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