("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- They Walk Among Us - Part II: Fantasy's End by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com) *** The concluding episode to the 2006 story "They Walk Among us" (Directory 41). This is not a pleasant tale of lost innocence but a young girl's struggle for survival in the face of hopeless odds. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, 1st, voy) *** Author's Note: I had never planned on writing the sequel to this story, first published more than eighteen months ago. Nor would I have done so except for the fact a particular young lady literally begged me to write it for her very recently. The original story was not well received by readers generally, on account of its extreme violence and subject matter, I doubt this fares any better. It has long since amused me however, the numbers of visitors to various sex sites who read my stories through, before expressing their subsequent indignation at the content. In order to maintain a cohesive storyline, it is essential one reads "They Walk Among Us" first. This may be found in Directory 41. *** THEY WALK AMONG US - PART II: FANTASY'S END Slowly regaining her feet, the girl tearfully retrieved her bra and panties. The blouse, torn but still technically serviceable she picked up as an afterthought, along with her skirt. Her legs shaky in the extreme still, she gingerly cupped her vaginal area with her right hand, wincing as she made contact with the outer lips. Walking, further highlighted the indelicate treatment meted out to the former virgin, while the abuse heaped upon her rear-end was cruelly evidenced by the scarlet hue lingering there. Reaching behind her, she gasped as she realized just how sore the spanking had left her bottom. She could hear her captor crossing the kitchen floor overhead and decided that whatever lay in store for her, a shower might restore some vestige of pride. She glanced downwards, feeling yet more of her abuser's semen leaking down the inside of her thigh. The question of pregnancy had not even yet occurred to her. Leaving her clothes alongside the sink she stepped into the shower recess and eased both taps on slowly. The soothing effect of the warm and revitalizing cascade was immediate. For a few moments she just stood there allowing the torrents to wash away the pain and sticky residue. Although the heat stung her rear cheeks and swollen vulva, causing her to cry-out momentarily, the gradual relief was indescribable. After a few minutes, she began soaping up her quite small breasts and discovered that they too, following their aggravated manhandling, reacted unfavorably to touch. She then allowed her hands to encroach on the tender area between her legs where the least contact proved to be something less than enjoyable also. Finding both shampoo and conditioner in the wall receptacle, she made use of both and by the time she stepped out of the shower was feeling considerably improved body-wise. Dressing herself – for however brief a time that may remain – she then used the hairdryer that had been left plugged in to the wall socket, to complete her rest-room make-over. She had no sooner walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the side of the bed, when the good doctor put in an appearance. Descending the stairs to the basement he carried a large tray. "Figured you could use some refreshment Roslyn. Rape takes a lot out of a girl wouldn't you say?" He smirked at his own word-play. He placed the tray on the bed, for all the world acting out the role of attentive waiter. A couple of mixed sandwiches, some corn-chips with both orange-juice and Pepsi, offered if nothing else, a temporary break from further molestation she reasoned. Selecting a sandwich, she said nothing, watching as he turned on his heel walking towards the bathroom, whose door she had left open and through which wisps of steam as well as the heady scent of clean young female were filtering. She was still sipping the orange juice when he returned, moving across to the television console. "Something appropriate while we nibble," he grinned. Mid mouthful, she almost gagged as the plasma screen burst into life. An overhead shot of herself, fully naked, water streaming off her shoulders and breasts. But seconds later she stared dumbfounded as the camera showed her soaping up those indisputably sexy young mounds with what appeared to be loving care. She could not prevent both cheeks flushing bright red at the sight of her nipples either side, peeking out between thumb and forefinger. "Noo," she cried out aghast, "You filmed me in the shower? You're disgusting!!" "Depends how you look at it sweetheart," he replied laughing, "Personally I'd call it cinematic art!" The scene changed, that is to say the aspect changed and Roslyn's hand flew to her mouth as she watched there in full digital splendor, an angled view up her legs of that fully exposed pussy, both hands gently parting her vaginal lips through glistening dark pubic curls, to allow the soothing water in. A lensed shot quite obviously obtained by a camera mounted beneath the floor tiles of the shower itself. Zoomed-in now to capture every square centimeter of flesh between her sopping-wet slit and rear cleft, the slightest movement of her body left nothing to the imagination. She covered her eyes and sobbed. "You think your daddy would enjoy seeing this Roslyn?" he teased unmercifully. "Oh I really think he would m'dear. Most like he'd be so sore from wanking himself nights, he'd need a couple of weeks off work to recover. Either that or he'd be fucking his little girl senseless from dusk till dawn. Might just send him a copy of this tape – looks like you're performing willingly enough wouldn't you say?" The tape ran its course, once again taking every opportunity for zooming-in for gratuitous close-ups of her wet body as she raised her arms to wash her hair. "Fuck that's hot" Doctor Raglan mused aloud, as the viewer was treated to a protracted long shot of the girl's slim body and flared hips, her pussy perfectly delineated by the rivulets of water trickling down her flat abdomen, both breasts in almost perpetual motion now as she shampooed her hair before rinsing it thoroughly. Humiliated further by quite obviously a third external camera, the young girl sat there stunned as the screen now showed her standing quite naked, toweling herself dry, finally pulling those skimpy panties up and wriggling back into her bra. Even zipping the skirt back up achieved a sense of voyeuristic tease she could never have intended. "What do you think Roslyn?" he grinned. "Never figured you'd be the star of your own porn show did you? He leaned across and tried to kiss her but she pushed him away and collapsed on the bed sobbing afresh. Worse was to come however. Moving across to the console once more, he removed the tape and extracting the schoolgirl rape disc, inserted another. Returning to the bed, he sat down beside the mortified girl and roughly pulled her upright. "You'll definitely want to watch this one sweetheart," he said. Half expecting what she might see, she nevertheless gasped in horrified disbelief as the wall-mounted flat- screen replayed the girl's recently degrading experiences. Unlike her solo performance however, the viewer was left in no doubt here as to the lack of any consensuality on the part of the young victim. In obvious need of further gratification, Doctor Raglan began reliving the experience, crudely deploying his re-erected phallus right alongside Roslyn, caressing its length as he watched the girl's suffering on- screen. Heedless of her tears he smiled to himself, watching as her blouse was ripped open, her breasts exposed and her futile pleas as he stripped her of all dignity before the unwarranted assault on her upturned bottom. Running his hand up and down his degenerate shaft nearing release, images of the teenager being openly raped, now fully shredded his objectivity. Roughly pushing the girl back on the bed, even as she begged him to leave her alone, he tugged her skirt back up to waist level, spread her legs and simply holding her panties to one side, thrust violently upwards. Her screams of pain on being so forcibly re-entered, fell on deaf ears. Finding it marginally less agonizing the wider her legs parted, she spread them to the maximum, even holding her own panties clear of the penetration- zone to allow him to concentrate on finishing. "You fucking little cunt" he mouthed barely coherently, squeezing her breasts and nuzzling her hair as he writhed in pleasured nirvana. Again she reluctantly felt his semen spraying her vaginal walls. Even though clearly emptied of any and all procreative stock, he continued pistoning into her for maybe thirty seconds, his lust unhinged, his chemical imbalance without a panacea. Rolling off her, he slowly stood up. "So you did enjoy it, you little slut?" he murmured, looking down at her, legs still apart, one hand idly lying across her tummy in a vague protective gesture. "Knew it was just a matter of time." He reached down and yanked her arm upwards. "What are you doing?" she asked softly, "Please don't rape me any more – I hurt so much!" "We're gonna have a shower together Roslyn," he replied, dragging her to her feet. Not that her legs were doing that great a job at keeping her upright at that second. "Noo..please, you can't do that," she sobbed. "Just let me go home now....I promise I won't tell anyone about this...not even my parents." "Oh I know you won't be doing that Roslyn," he grinned. "Wouldn't be much point would there? Not when I have the evidence of your naked performance just now. Who's gonna believe the word of any alleged rape-victim who goes willingly to an older man's house and then cavorts naked in the shower for the camera?" He began propelling the girl towards the bathroom. "Stop it," she cried, "You can't make me!" Problem was, he could make her and despite her struggles, he had her forced against the wall of the shower in moments – still fully dressed. She yelped in shock as the water saturated her clothes. "Now this is more like it," he said, hastily divesting himself of his clothes, quite unembarrassed by his own nudity or his burgeoning erection. Roslyn took visual pleasure in neither! With her wet blouse and skirt clinging to her in all the wrong places, she was a vision of illicit desirability. Forcing her up against the tiles, he began molesting her breasts...fondling them, squeezing her nipples and nuzzling his face against the drenched material. "Let's get those sexy little tits out" he muttered, this time ripping the fabric of her blouse from shoulder to waist. She let out a wail of surprise. Slipping her bra straps down her arm he could but stare at her youthful cleavage, down which water was trickling rather prettily. "Please," she mouthed as he eased both cups downwards, exposing both breasts fully, not only to his warped gaze but worse, to his mouth. She gasped as he leaned forwards and began sucking her right nipple. Despite her recent experiences, her total non-compliance and hatred for this animal, her body was reacting to his touch. She was shocked to feel her nipples growing erect and thus sought to push him away. "Can't prevent nature's blueprint can you sweetie?' he smiled through the steam, switching lips to her left nipple. She shuddered with repulsion. Tiring of this novelty, he tore her bra loose and tossed it outside the shower. Topless now she was forced to cover her breasts with her hands. Grabbing her around the hips unexpectedly, he pushed her face-up against the tiles and unzipping her skirt, allowed the item to fall to her feet. She stood there now in just drenched body-hugging panties which given their saturation-factor, merely accentuated the curves and cleft of her young bottom. He gave her a gentle spank which brought forth a yelp of renewed pain. "No more...please," she begged, her voice barely audible above the water faucet. He peeled her sodden panties down past her thighs to her ankles Resignedly she stepped out of them. Still facing the taps, his arms encircled her hips and pulled her backwards until the water was cascading off her lower back. She guessed what was coming and braced herself. Spreading her feet with his own, he maneuvered his erection up beneath her bottom and located her vaginal ingress. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the pain as once again he entered her forcibly. "Always wanted to fuck an under-age girl in the shower," he confided to her, proceeding to do just that. Having easy access to her breasts at that angle, she winced as he fondled and mauled her whilst penetrating that hot little cavern even deeper. Having no semen left to donate was evidently no barrier to his enjoyment of the moment and as for Roslyn, feeling her own vaginal muscles clamping down on the unwanted intruder at the critical second, was no friend to her cause either. Afterwards, she just stood there motionless beneath the steaming water, allowing him to soap her up from head to foot. Oblivious to his depravity, she let him caress her breasts, her hips, whatever he wanted. Her eyes closed, she just wanted the ordeal over. Thus he was able to use the sponge unhindered, to trail soap across her nipples down her cleavage, spending quality time kneeling on the shower floor behind her, soaping up her bottom and every square inch between her legs. She even stood there uncaring, as he knelt before her nuzzling her pussy and licking her sexy little slit its full length. At one stage, whilst thus performing, his fingers sought out her rear channel – she had been expecting this - but no sooner had he inserted his middle finger up to the first joint when he withdrew it. Strangely this had not fed his lustful desires in any way, if anything detracting from the scenario at hand. Roslyn had breathed a sigh of relief. That was a humiliation she really could do without. Each then dried themselves off in almost total silence. "Here, let me toss these in the dryer for you," he smirked. "Shouldn't take much more than twenty minutes." "So what do I wear in the meantime?" she asked, holding the towel around her. "Well that's the whole point sweetheart, you don't have anything do you?' he sneered. "You can just run around the house naked for me....another little fantasy I've always had m'dear." So saying, he wrenched the towel from her grasp – now get upstairs to the kitchen like a good little girl," he ordered. She sank to the floor in desperation. "You expect me to walk around the house with no clothes on?" she cried. "I won't!" "I'm not giving you a choice babe," he responded, "Now get up!" He seized her arm in a vise-like grip and dragged her to her feet before shoving her bodily out of the bathroom, her hair dripping still, pushing her towards the steps leading up to the kitchen. Trying to cover-up was a sheer impossibility and the sight of her pathetic attempts to shield her breasts, genitals and bottom from his perverted gaze, just made it all the hotter. Forced to ascend the short flight of stairs directly in front of him, without at least panties for modesty was as humiliating an experience as any young girl could suffer and her genuine tears of embarrassment simply fuelled his lust. Any hopes of an escape however unlikely, were crushed by his next sentence. "And don't even waste your time wondering if you can make a run for it kiddo, the doors are all locked electronically." She watched as he opened a door just to the side of the work-bench. A small laundry evidently, for he walked inside carrying her clothes and she heard the electronic hum of the clothes dryer as it was turned on. He returned, gazing at her. "Put your arms down Roslyn and let's see your tits please." Gritting her teeth she lowered her arms. "Certainly nothing he hadn't seen before at infinitely closer range," she reasoned. "Now turn around...slowly!" Again she did as he asked. "You like humiliating girls don't you?" she asked him. When no answer was forthcoming she put her arms above her head. "Here, have a good look Doctor, what do you like perving at best? My bum or my tits? Maybe my pussy huh?" She dropped her hands between her legs and began rubbing herself slowly. Does this get you off Doctor? Maybe you'd like to pretend I'm only thirteen?" He looked at her for a moment. "Don't give me too many ideas Roslyn, you might be sorry." He thought for a few seconds. "To answer your question though, I don't think there's much in it. A cute young girl's tits and pussy are both pretty damn sexy... yours certainly are. Her bum? Well yeah what else is as much fun to spank?" He lowered his gaze. "Speaking of which, I don't really appreciate your talking to me like that. Quite obviously you need a little home-style discipline missy." She took a step backwards as he approached, any and all confrontational bravado evaporating by the second. Seizing her around the waist and despite her futile struggles and cries of outrage, he eased her atop the long workbench face down and helpless. Retrieving a spatula from the nearby shelf he struck her bottom with quite a deal of force. She screamed. "That really hurts!!" Certain that it must have, he delivered three more punishing strokes across her rear-end. Crying in desperate pain, she tried to shield her bottom from further punishment but merely succeeded in leaving her breasts not only uncovered but standing out from her chest with accentuated visual appeal. Slipping his hand beneath her, he fondled them singly and together, resorting then to pull her nipples with impunity. As she yelped, he used his hand this time to spank her bottom even harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried. "I'll do anything if you just stop spanking me." "Yeah?" he responded calmly, and what might that include young lady? "Anything...I'll even let you fuck me again," she whispered, averting her eyes from his. "So, a well brought up little teenie is using the "f" word now eh?" he had a hold of her hair and jerked her head back. "Well sweetheart, I might just take you up on that offer then," he replied, his face but inches from hers. Without warning he licked her left cheek from temple to chin. "Now turn over, get your hot teen ass over to the edge of this workbench and spread your legs real wide honey." Tears were streaming down her face as she pondered her limited options. So sore was her pussy she didn't even know how she was going to bear more coital exploitation. Her breasts were splotchy, his fingers having left red marks above and below her nipples. As for her abused bottom, she felt like she was sitting on a hot-plate. Momentarily, something flickered in the recesses of her mind.. Her captor meanwhile was losing patience. "Either you get yourself over here now, or I'm going to tie your hands behind your back and fuck you right here on the floor. What's it gonna be Roslyn?" "Doctor Raglan, please...just listen to me for a moment," she pleaded. "I'm still really sore from earlier" – she parted her legs so that he could see the redness himself. "Could I just have a cup of coffee first, then you can fuck me any way you want." Glancing up between her thighs he could see how chaffed she was. "What difference another ten minutes," he figured. He wasn't without skin damage himself come to that. The thought additionally of raping the girl senseless from maybe her rearward aspect this time, was just icing on the cake. He moved across to the electric kettle, filled it and pulled out a couple of mugs from the overhead cupboard. "Milk and sugar?" he asked her mechanically. "Neither thanks," she answered, sitting up and hugging her knees. "I'll just have it black." Moments later he poured two cups, put milk in his own and carried them to the center table. Initially reluctant to expose her body further, she quickly re- thought her stance on the situation. Easing herself off the bench, which she knew presented him with amongst other things, a right wicked view up between her legs, she walked over to the table, ensuring that her breasts and hips additionally, secured his full attention. Seating herself slowly in the chair, she detected an embryonic smile forming at the corner of his mouth. In one fluid movement, she picked up her coffee - and threw it unerringly into Dr Raglan's face. Coffee with no milk is but the equal of hot lava when tossed from less than eighteen inches away. The man screamed, his eyes an agony he had never known... least not until Roslyn seized the jug and upended the residual boiling water across his scalp. He had time for but one final yell of agony before she brought the electric kettle down on his head with all the force she could muster and a sixteen-year old girl with an understandable anger-management problem, can wield a hefty blow under the circumstances. Even as he slumped to the floor, she could see the skin peeling from his face and neck. Blood mingled with reddened flesh. Locating a slight pulse, she was momentarily disappointed but retrieving the cable ties, she dragged his limp form to the edge of the cellar stairs. Going through his pockets she located his keys, swipe cards and wallet. Then, securing his wrists behind him, she used one bare-foot to propel his body half-way down the steep flight. It was a nice touch she figured. Securing the trap-door topside she walked across to the wall-phone and called 911. A little later she remembered her clothes in the dryer. "Mmmm, that feels better," she muttered, wriggling her hips as she drew her panties up to waist level, her body acknowledging the soothing warmth. © Peter_Pan October 2007 Please visit "The World of Peter_Pan" http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41