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Thomas 23 [mf, teen, rape, nc]
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
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-- Chapter Twenty-Three
Rodger sat there with a stunned look on his face. He looked at
Debbie, and then down at his hands. He suddenly jumped up and ran to
the opened door.
"Wait, Rodger. You don't understand," Debbie called as she too got
up. Rodger stood near the door, his back to her. "Oh, I understand.
I understand too well."
Debbie moved around him. She stood with her back to the opened
doorway, and look into his face. The look of hatred on his face cause
her to step backwards.
"You don't understand, Rodger. You haven't understood a thing I've
said. Or what I've been trying to do."
"Just let me out of here," he said as he tried to pass by her.
Debbie blocked him, and reached behind him to close the door. She
pushed him back into the center of the room.
"You not going anywhere. Look, maybe I made a mistake. I guess it
is pretty confusing. But I'm not trying to come on to you. If I could
only make you understand."
"Oh, you've done a good job of that. I understand perfectly what
you're really trying to do." Rodger moved away from her.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"You're nothing but a fucking cock teaser. You're not here to help
me. You're here to get even. You just want to get back at me for what
I did to Lou."
"No, you've got it all wrong. That's not why I'm here. Really, all
I wanted to do was . . ."
"Shut up!" he snapped at her. "I know what you wanted. You wanted
to get me hot. So hot that I'd forget your Lou's best friend. And
then you could go back to her and tell her what we did."
"No! That's not it at all. I was just trying to show you . . ."
"Or maybe you have the hots for me yourself."
"No. Please Rodger, let me explain."
"Explain what? How you want me? How you can't keep your hands off
my cock?" He undid his zipper and moved toward her.
"Here, you wanna touch it again? Comon, feel the real thing." He
pulled his cock from his pants as he approached her.
Debbie backed away from him until she was against the closed door.
"Please Rodger, don't do this. I didn't mean any of that. I was only
. . ."
Rodger grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his shaft. "Here,
doesn't it feel good? Go ahead, jerk me off. Or would you rather suck
it, you fucking slut."
Debbie screamed. She tried to grab for his testicles, but this time
Rodger was prepared. He grabbed her by the wrist and twisted. As
Debbie bent to relieve the pressure on her arm, he slapped her hard
across the face.
The blow would have knocked her against the door, except he still
grasped her wrist.
Tears welled in her eyes as she started to scream again. Rodger
balled his hand into a fist, and punched her hard in the stomach.
Debbie froze, her mouth open, but no sound coming from it.
Rodger smiled, and said, "Now that's better. No one would hear you
out here, anyways. But I hate all that noise. So we won't do that
again, will we?"
Debbie was too frightened to answer. She tried to move sideways,
away from him.
Rodger's hand shot out and grabbed her throat, knocking her head
against the door. "I asked you a question, bitch. When I ask you
something, you answer me, you hear?"
"Yes. No. Please Rodger, you're hurting me."
Rodger removed his hand from her neck and took a step back. Debbie
took a deep breath. The pain in her stomach seemed to burn.
"Please Rodger. Just let me go."
Without warning, Rodger again punched her in the stomach. The force
of the blow caused her to bounced off the door. As she moved forward,
he hit her again. Debbie bent over, clutching her stomach. She fell
to her knees, gasping for air.
"Let you go? I wouldn't think of it. You gonna show me what I need
to do to get Lou back. You gonna show me how to suck and lick her tits
and cunt until she begs me to fuck the shit outta her. Just like you
gonna do when we get through with you."
Debbie could hardly breath. Her stomach hurt so bad. She wished
she had never agreed to meet him. He was crazy. Somehow she had to
get away from him.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He jerked her
head up as he pushed his cock in her face.
"Comon, show me how you lick it gently. Show me how you use your
tongue and you lips to lightly tease it. Comon slut. give me a
blowjob."
Debbie tried to twist from his grasp. But he simply yanked her
closer. Her hand shot up to hit him between his legs. Rodger, waiting
for just such an attempt, managed to deflect her blow.
Debbie covered her face with her hands, expecting to be hit again.
But nothing happened. She risked a glance up at Rodger. He stood
there smiling.
"Now that wasn't very gentle. Maybe you're the one who needs
lessons. I guess I'll have to be the one who teaches you. For your
first lesson, why don't you just stand up?"
He grabbed her hair, and pulled her to her feet. When she tried to
push away from him, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her.
"We can play this little game all night, if you want. But why don't
we make it a bit more interesting. Why don't you take off your top?"
"Please Rodger. You're hurting me. let me go, please?"
He twisted her arm higher, causing her to cry out in pain. "How can
I let you go? You've gotten me all excited. You really don't want to
leave me like this do you?" Again he yanked on her arm.
"No. Please Rodger. I'll do what you want. Only please stop
hurting me."
"Damn right you will. Now take that fucking top off. Or I'll show
you what it's like if I was really trying to hurt you."
"You're hurting my arm. I can't take off my top if you don't let go
of my arm."
"You wouldn't be thinking of trying anything funny, would you?" he
asked as he eased the pressure on her arm.
"No. Really. Just let me go, and I'll take it off."
Rodger released her arm, and pushed her to the center of the room.
"Well don't just stand there. Let's see those tits."
"Give me a minute," she said, trying to stall. "I can hardly move
my arm."
Debbie franticly searched the room for some way out. Rodger blocked
the door, and the only window was too small. She looked for something
to fight him with. Her eyes fell on the push broom.
"If you don't start soon, I'll break your fucking arm," he snapped
at her.
Debbie started to pull her shirt up, while moving closer to the
broom. Rodger saw what she was intending, and moved to prevent her.
Debbie flung herself at the broom
Grabbing it by the handle, she swung wildly in Rodger's direction.
The broom slammed into Rodger's shoulder, and he cried out in pain.
Debbie ran towards the door, not daring to look back at Rodger.
Her hands fumbled for the handle. She managed to turn the knob and
pulled the door inward. A hand shot past her face and slammed it shut.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Rodger said in a low voice.
Tears streaming down her face, Debbie pulled franticly on the door.
She screamed, "Help. Someone help me, please."
Rodger grabbed her hair and spun her around to face him. He held
the broom in one hand. Once, twice, three tines he slapped her face.
"Shut the fuck up. I already told you no one can hear you."
He reached into his back pocket and took out Snake. He held it
against her cheek as he lightly depressed the button. The slender
blade flashed out right in front of her eye.
"I've had enough of your shit. Open your fucking mouth again, and
I'll cut your fucking tongue out."
Debbie was afraid to move. "God, he is crazy," she thought.
"Please Rodger. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just put that away. I'll
be quiet, I promise."
"Damn right you'll be good. Now you can take that fucking top off,
or I'll cut the fucker off. What will it be?"
He pressed the point of the blade under her chin. Debbie tried
raising her head, but he continued to press upward.
"Please Rodger. Don't hurt me any more. I'll do it," she sobbed.
She grabbed her shirt, and yanked it over her head.
"The bra too. Comon, or I'll do it for you," he said as he lowered
the blade to her chest.
Debbie reached behind and undid the hooks. She tried to cover her
breasts as her bra slid down her arms.
Rodger pushed her arms away as he pressed the blade against her
stomach. "God, they're beautiful," he mumbled as he reached out to
touch them. He dug his fingers into her firm flesh.
Debbie tried to pull his hand away but he simply pressed the knife
harder against her skin.
"What's the matter? I'm not gentle enough for you?" he chuckled.
"You don't like the way I tease you?"
"Please. I'll do whatever you want. But don't hurt me. You want
me to suck you off, I'll do it. Just don't hurt me any more."
She could hardly see him through her tears. Blood trickled from her
lips, and her jaw screamed in pain. She blindly groped for his penis
as she tried to sink to her knees in front of him.
"You'd really like that, wouldn't you, you little cock sucker? But
right now, I wanna play with your tits. I bet they taste real good."
He buried his face in her chest. His hands continued to squeeze her
flesh as his mouth tried to devour them. Debbie squirmed under his
attack. But the knife, pressing against her, made it impossible for
her to do anything but submit.
He suddenly broke away from her. The evil grin on his face made her
shudder.
"Take those jeans off," he ordered.
Debbie quickly did as she was told.
"Comon, all of it. Let's see that cunt."
Debbie stepped out of her panties. She stood there, unsure of what
he wanted next.
"I can't see anything. Spread your legs. Wider. Yeah, like that.
Now spread that cunt."
"Please Rodge. Let me suck you off. I'll do you real good."
"Of course you will. But right now I want you to tease me some
more. Let's see you play with yourself. Comon, stick your fingers up
your cunt."
"Don't make me do this. Please Rodger?"
"Comon, you said before you have to tease. Don't you want me nice
and hard, just ready to cum?"
"I'll make you cum, I promise. I'll even do you twice, if you want.
Just let me do it. We don't have to do stuff like this."
"Either you start, or Snake will be more than happy to help you," he
threatened, moving closer to her.
"No!" she cried out. She jammed her hand in her vagina and started
masturbating.
"Now be gentle. You don't want to hurt yourself. Remember, go
slow. Tease."
Debbie stood there, sobbing, as he watched her play with herself.
"Please Rodger. Don't make me do this."
He laughed. "Maybe you should go a little faster?" he suggested.
Debbie tried to do what he said.
Rodger was becoming bored. "Think it's time we try something else.
I feel like a party. What about you?"
Debbie looked at him, confused. She was afraid to ask what he was
talking about.
"Dale," Rodger called out.
Dale came out of his hiding place, slowly. Seeing him, Debbie
rushed to him.
"Oh Dale. Thank God you're here. He's gone crazy. You have to
help me, please."
"He'd love to help you," Rodger said, laughing. "Wouldn't you,
Dale? Don't you just wanna help her play with her tits. Help her fill
that big cunt of hers with your cock. And maybe her mouth with your
cum."
"I dunno, Rodge," Dale replied. "Things seem to going a bit strange
here. You never said anything about forcing her, or anything like
that."
"Please Dale. You have to help me get out of here," Debbie pleaded.
"Who said anything about forcing her. Debbie wants to do all those
things. Don't you, bitch?" Rodger said as he moved to where they were
standing.
"No, I don't. I just want to get out of here. Please Rodger. I
won't say anything to anyone if you just let me go."
"I can't let you go just yet. You still haven't showed me
everything. Besides, poor Dale here hasn't had a chance to appreciate
all your charms yet."
Rodger reached out and grabbed one of her breasts. He held it up to
Dale.
"Here, isn't this what you wanted to bury your face in?" he taunted
Dale. "Here go on, touch it."
"Maybe she's right, Rodge. Maybe we should just let her go."
"Hey, I promised you that you'd have a good time tonight. And I
always keep my promise."
Rodger moved until he was behind Debbie. He reached around and
started playing with her tits.
"Comon, tell me you don't want to suck these babies."
His hand moved down to her vagina.
"Or how you don't want to ram your cock in this nice wet slit. I
know. You're just being shy. Maybe Debbie should break the ice. We
both know she's a great cock sucker."
Rodger pushed her to her knees. He pressed the knife against the
back of her neck.
"Comon, let's show Dale how good you suck cock."
"Please Dale, don't let him . . ."
"Comon, Rodge. She's right. I don't think we should . . ."
Rodger pressed on the blade until it punctured the skin.
"I said you were gonna get a blow job, and you're gonna. If I hear
another word from either of you, I'll cut her fucking head off. Take
your fucking cock outta your pants now. Or I might just slip and stick
this knife in harder."
Debbie didn't dare move. The blade burned in her neck. Dale stared
at Rodger, not moving.
Rodger pressed harder on the knife. A fine line of blood trickled
down her shoulder, and dripped upon her breast.
Debbie's hands went to Dale's belt. She franticly tried to undo it.
"Please help me," she begged.
Dale was startled into movement. He quickly undid his belt and then
his zipper. Debbie pulled his pants and briefs down. She buried her
face in his crotch and started sucking wildly on Dale's limp penis.
Rodger moved to the side so he could watch Debbie better. She
pumped furiously on the limp shaft as her mouth sucked hard on it's
tip. Dale grimaced in discomfort.
Rodger kicked out with his foot. His heel caught Debbie in the
ribs, knocking her to the floor.
"Gentle. You forgot to be gentle," he said as he kicked her again.
He laughed as he watched her try to crawl away.
He allowed her to crawl to the center of the room. Quickly, he
moved after her. He reached down and caught her by her hair. Jerking
her head up, he pressed the knife to her throat.
"Hey, don't give up now. You were making such good progress.
Comon, try it again."
He dragged her, across the floor, back to where Dale still stood.
He leaned over and drew a cross on her back with the knife. Thin lines
of blood appeared where the blade had been.
"Gee. Looks as if you got a strike against you. If I was you, I
definitely wouldn't want to strike out. Now I think you were showing
us how to be gentle? How to tease, and make Dale so hot, he'll cum in
your mouth?"
He shoved her head back into Dale's crotch. Debbie resumed sucking
his cock. This time she was more gentle. Despite the situation, Dale
found himself reacting to the feel of her mouth and hands.
Rodger seeing him harden, laughed. "I told you she was good. But
we don't want you cumming just yet. Maybe you should play with her
tits a bit. And her cunt, so she'll be nice and hot when you fuck
her."
"Well, I'm not really in the mood," Dale said weakly. "Maybe
another time. Why don't we just . . ."
Rodger again grabbed Debbie by the hair and pulled her to her feet.
"Gee, I guess you don't really know that much after all. All that talk
about how to get someone hot. And you can't even turn on poor Dale
here. It looks as if you just struck out." Rodger started to draw
another cross on her back.
Debbie let out a cry as the blade cut into her flesh. She pulled
Dale's face to her chest. "You wanna play, don't you? Please?" she
begged. "You like my tits don't you? I want you to suck them. Please
Dale, help me."
"Well, maybe you're still in the game. I'll just watch and see how
hot you can get him. And when you show me you know what you're doing,
maybe, I'll let you do me, too."
"Please Dale," she whispered, "do something. Help me."
Misunderstanding what she was trying to say, he started sucking her
nipples. His hands reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her
against him. He rubbed his harden shaft against her.
"I told you, you'd like her," Rodger said.
Debbie was unable to see where he was. It sounded as if he had
moved across the room. Hoping it was safe, she again whispered to
Dale. "Please help me get out of here. Somehow we have to get that
knife away from him. Please Dale, help me."
Dale could see Rodger moving to the other side of the shed. He
moved his face upward until he was kissing her neck.
"He'd kill me if I did anything like that," he whispered in her ear.
"I'll do anything you want, just help me get away from here. You
wanna fuck me? I'll let you fuck me all you want after we get away
from here. Please Dale?"
They both stiffened as Rodger said, "You two make such a nice
couple. Check out that cunt, Dale. Is she wet yet?"
"I dunno," Dale stammered in reply.
"Shit. Just shove a finger up her and find out. Do I have to tell
you everything?" Rodger shot back.
"I'm sorry, really I am," Dale whispered as he slid a finger in
Debbie's vagina.
"Well?" Rodger demanded.
"I . . . er . . . not really, Rodge. Maybe we should stop, huh?"
"Guess she doesn't think you're good enough for her. Is that it?
Dale's not good enough for a slut like you?" Rodger called to Debbie.
"Sure he is," she replied. "But he's only just started to play with
my pussy." Debbie tried to see where Rodger was. "Like I told you, a
girl doesn't get hot as fast as a guy. But it feels good what he's
doing now."
Debbie whispered to Dale, "Can you see where he is? Could we make
it to the door?"
"He's over on the other side. He seems to be looking for something.
But you'd never have a chance to get to the door."
Debbie reached down and grasped his shaft. She lightly kissed his
ear as she whispered, "Anything you want. I'll do it. Just help me
get out of here."
"I can't do that. He'll kill us both if you try anything like
that."
"Comon, there's two of us. One of us could hold him while the other
tried to get the knife away from him. I can't do it alone. I need
your help."
"I can't help you. You don't know what he's like when he's mad."
Debbie glanced toward the door. She still couldn't see Rodger. If
I could just get to the door before him, she thought.
"You won't help me?" she asked Dale.
"I can't, Debbie. I'm sorry."
"You fucking coward," she said as she pulled hard on his shaft and
brought her knee up hard against his crotch. Dale screamed in pain as
he clutched his groin. She turned and raced for the door.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 23 - by T. F. Yank
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