Randy Carrington led a quiet life. Afflicted with some mental disorders, Randy got by doing work at the local steel plant. He lived in a small apartment, above an old, deaf retired lady, Mrs. Easton.
Now Randy was almost 23, and he had a problem. Ever since he was a teenager, he’d never been a date with a girl. Ever. Every time he asked one, they would laugh at him, make fun of him. After a while, he just quit trying. At the steel mill, the other guys were always bragging about their ‘hot dates’ or ‘how easy she was.’ Randy would listen, but inside him a rage was building. Oh, how he hated girls. Always making fun of him. His friends were all getting laid, all the time, and hadn’t even kissed a girl yet. Not one.
One evening, Randy walked down the street to the local market. As he walked back to his place, he saw some young girl leaving old lady Easton’s front door, saying “Good bye!” while the old lady, deaf as a post, just waved and nodded. Randy slowed down a little. He paused briefly at the end of her walkway. The girl was carrying some literature or something. She stopped at the end of the walkway, looked back at old Mrs. Easton smiling mindlessly. The girl sighed.
Randy said, with his usual lisp, “You know, Mrs. Easton is quite deaf. Probably didn’t hear a word you said. You, you sellin’ somethin’?””
The girl looked up. Maybe ten years old, she was very cute in her black skirt and purple top. “Yeah, I didn’t think she could hear me. Yes, magazine subscriptions. Want to buy a subscription?”
Randy said sure, then walked over to the steps on the side of the house, climbing up to his apartment on the second floor. The girl hesitated, then followed him. At the top, he unlocked the door and went in, leaving it open for her. He put his bag on the counter, then motioned for her to sit at the table. He sat down too, asked what her name was.
Sandy Marie Little was just thirteen years old, but she still felt younger. Unlike some of her friends, Sandy’s boobs were hardly anything still. She was even still without any pubic hair either. Sandy’s mom said it was just all part of puberty. “Every girl develops at a different rate. You’ll be a young woman one day, don’t you worry.” Well, meanwhile, all the boys were flirting with her friends, not her. She was about 5’2” tall, weighed maybe 112 pounds. Though she had little breast development yet, she did have other assets that got better as she grew. Sandy had long, thin legs, very attractive legs. She had a cute little butt, dark blonde hair that came to her shoulders, and one very cute face.
Sandy was out trying to sell magazine subscriptions. Her mother said if she did, she could keep whatever she made, so Sandy was hoping for new clothing. She sat in the chair by the table, putting down her things and began to pull out the magazine list. As she did, he asked her name. She said “Sandy,” without even looking up, but then suddenly the man lunged at her! He put one hand across her mouth, the other one behind her head as he jumped from his chair. Sandy almost fell out of her chair, then the man began yanking her around by her head, knocking the chair over. Sandy tried to grab his hand from her face so she could scream, but she kept falling over as he threw her about. She screamed into his hand over and over, but he kept dragging her towards the back. She grabbed at anything; a chair, a table, an open door. He kept shoving, jerking her around. Sandy tried to stand up, but he never gave her a chance. In a few, panic-filled moments, she found herself being dragged into a bedroom. She grabbed the door handle, held on tight. He turned, twisted, forcing her to lose her grip.
Randy wasn’t thinking clearly again. Once again, he’d neglected to take his meds. Once again, he believed anything he did was the right thing to do. The girl, in the kitchen’s light, was suddenly really cute looking. He asked her name, then made his move. He grabbed her, threw her about as he dragged her kicking and screaming to his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, falling on top of her.
“Shhh! Shhh! Shhh! Quiet, quiet. We’re going to go on a date, ok? I’ve, I’ve never been on a date. Can we go on a date together?”
Sandy lay there, shaking, still struggling. This guy was talking crazy. He definitely had something wrong with him, some mental problems. Now here she was, laying on this bed, with him on top of her. He kept saying, asking if she’d go on a date with him. She didn’t know what to say. She just wanted to get away. Finally, eyes wide and full of tears, she nodded. Maybe, maybe if she agreed, he’d let her go. He wanted to go on a date? What did that even mean?
Sandy, trembling, tried not to scream when he slowly let go of her face. She lay there, mouth slightly open, began pleading with him to let her go. The man reached over beside the bed, grabbing at something. “Please, please just me go, ok? Please? We, we can go on a date another time, please, I have to go now….” The man leaned back up, a roll of duct tape in his hand. She started saying no, don’t, but he tore off a piece and forced it over her mouth. He tore another piece off; pressed that on too. Sandy was really shaking now. She could only breathe through her nose, and she was breathing really, really hard right now. She tried to force herself to calm down some, so she could breathe easier.
The man stood up, stood at the end of the bed. “Stand up,” he said. Slowly, she did, standing in the middle of this bed. The man just stood there, staring at her. Finally, he spoke again. “Get, get, get undressed,” he stuttered. Sandy shook her head side to side. No, she wouldn’t. No way. The man reached down, undid his belt and pulled it from his pants. He wrapped the end around his hand, then whipped her legs with it very hard. He repeated his demand. She jumped back, scrambled off the bed and cringed backed into the corner, kneeling down. He came up to her, hit her again, twice, with the belt. She screamed into her tape when he did. She tried to block him with her arms, but he still hit her. He stopped.
“Get back on the bed little girl, or, or, or, or I’ll hit you, ag, again,” the man said, highly agitated. Slowly, Sandy stood up. The man backed up a bit. She got back on the bed, this time on her knees. “Up,” he said to her. She stood up. The man told her to take off her top. She kept begging him not to make her, but he wasn’t waiting around long. The angry man hit her with the belt again. She cried out into the tape, then she slowly began to remove her loose top. She eased it up, raising her arms some, then putting them down again to cover herself as soon as she could. He told her to toss it over there. She did. She sure didn’t have much up there. He asked her old she was. She told him- thirteen.
“Thirteen? Shit girl, where’s your fucking tits? How come you got no tits?” Randy stared at her for a minute, removing his own shirt as he did. He told her to take off her skirt. She kept sobbing, shaking her head, but two more whacks with the belt did the trick. She pulled her skirt down, showing her black panties. He told her to take them off too. Ha! He was in charge now! He gave the orders! He’s the foreman now!
As she eased her underwear off, Randy took his own pants and underwear off. Yep, he had a stiffy now. He looked at the nude thirteen-year-old. He felt it get a little harder, longer. No pussy hair, just that cute little slit down there. He’d seen pictures of them, but never in person. He stared at her for over a minute more.
Randy reached to the end table, picked up a bottle of baby oil. He always had one handy, for when he felt like jerking himself off. He didn’t know if he needed it with a real girl, but he put some on anyway. He rubbed some all over his cock. He grabbed the girl by the wrist, pulled her down, got on the bed and shoved her onto her back. He held her arms apart as he leaned down, started to suck on those little girl nipples of hers. She didn’t have hardly any tits, but when he sucked on them, you could just sort of feel them. He stopped, moved up to her face.
“Sorry, sorry, my bad. I forgot. On a date, the social convention is to kiss first.” Randy leaned down, pulled the tape off roughly. “You keep quiet, or I’ll hurt you really bad,” he said. She nodded slowly, crying. He leaned in, trying to press his mouth to hers. She turned her face away, he followed. Back and forth a couple of times, then her got his lips against hers. He pressed hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was wet, warm, kissing was so cool! He wasn’t sure what to do, so he just moved his tongue around a lot inside her mouth. Her lips were soft, wet, warm. He liked kissing girls. He pressed harder, moving his tongue around even more, wondering if he was doing this right. She was moving her tongue around too, so he figured he was. Finally, he stopped, said, “OK, there,” and moved back down to her small breasts.
Sandy lay there pinned as this horrible man forced her to kiss him. It was so gross! She’d only made out with a guy once, behind the bleachers at school last year. Now he was back down there licking and sucking on her boobs again. He began to lick her all over with his tongue. Her boobs; slowly up to her neck, her face. Down her arm, even her armpit. This was so disgusting. She was so scared; she couldn’t even think clearly. She didn’t know what he would do next. This licking was sick, though. Then he started licking her down lower. Below her chest, on her stomach, then even lower. He moved around, forcing himself between her thin legs as he kept gripping her wrists. She fought, but he was way too strong. She felt his tongue touch her slit, start sliding along it lower.
Randy looked up at her. “Spread your legs, little girl. This is when guys get lucky. Are you easy?” Slowly he moved his mouth along her slit until he was right between those luscious thighs, his mouth licking her clit furiously. She’d been struggling some when he was licking her before, but when he started licking that clit of hers, she really began to struggle. He mashed his mouth to it, licking and sucking it like mad. She seemed confused. One minute she was spreading herself wider, the next she was trying to clench her legs back together. After a bit, he sat up.
“OK, Sandy. This is when you have sex with me, because we’re on a date, and you’re hot, so you have to.” Randy moved up, his hands pushing on her knees now, spreading them wide. Her little hole was right there! Just like the movies on his computer! But this was right here, actually right here. He grabbed the girl’s neck, squeezing her throat tight. He’d seen this on a porn site.
“Go on, take my dick and put it in your little pussy. Go on, and I’ll let you breathe again.”
She turned blue before she finally moved one hand towards his dick. Randy eased off, letting her breathe. She stopped. He gripped her tight again. She quickly moved her hands down, one took hold of his dick, the other touched herself with two fingers to show herself where. He moved his hips forward as she held his dick in one hand. He felt her pussy touch his dickhead. He jumped. He’d never done this before, and man was he ever excited! His dick was really hard now. He pressed forward, she let out a gasp, then he felt himself slowly moving into her. The angle changed, but he kept going in. She cried out some, gasping, hyperventilating as he held her neck firmly Slowly, he went in, such a tight little pussy. He told her what a tight pussy she had. She just kept crying.
He spoke again. “Listen, you’re on a date! You’re supposed to be having fun! Right now, you should be saying things, like ‘Faster, faster,’ or ‘Harder, harder.’ Go on, say it! Say those things! Say it!” He squeezed her throat some, then eased off, his dick now about halfway into her. She started to choke, gasped out, “Fa, fa, faster, faster…” Randy smiled. At last! He was on a real date with a real girl! And she was liking it, too! He started moving his hips back and forth, like the guys in the porno movies did. His dick felt amazing! She was so tight; her vagina was really squeezing his dick tight, but the more he moved in it, the more amazing it felt. He watched, fascinated, as his dick slid back and forth into her down there. Such a small hole, and his dick was plenty big! He was amazed those pussy lips of hers were stretched around him. This was so much fun!
Faster and faster the man raped her. Sandy lay there, gasping for air, feeling a tremendous amount of pain down at her pussy and inside her vagina. Oh my gosh, so this is what a man was like? His huge thing kept moving back and forth into her, again and again and again. Her whole body was rocking back and forth as he did her. Pretty soon, she felt him shooting his sperm into her, or she though he was. He slowed down, stopped, pulled out of her. She gripped herself down there, the pain was tremendous. Then, the man straddled her over her stomach. He moved himself up, until that giant penis of his was right in her face. He told he to open up. She kept her mouth closed tight.
“This is the part of the date where you have sex again! This is where you are easy! Go on, suck on my dick, I want a blowjob.” Randy held his cock to her mouth. She kept her lips closed tight. He gripped her throat, squeezed really hard. She opened her mouth, trying to get air. He pushed himself in, she tried to stop him, but she had to breathe. She suddenly stopped fighting and let him push between her teeth. He relaxed his grip. She gasped long, deep breaths as his cockhead sat in her mouth. He said, “I think you’re supposed to suck on it, like a popsicle. Try that. This is a fun date! You sure are pretty!”
Sandy began to move her tongue around on his penis. She moved her head some, making her mouth go up and down on him, over and over again. He was getting all hard again and fast. She felt him reach back and start to rub her pussy with his hand. She was trying not to throw up with the taste of cum and baby oil on his fat penis. After a bit, he got off, told her to get up, on her knees. He made her bend down, put her face on the sheets and her butt way up high. He got behind her; she started begging him not to do that again.
“Please, no, it hurts when you do that. It really hurts….” She felt him press his thing against her again, then started to hump her really hard. Her butt cheeks were making a big slapping sound as he drove himself deep into her over and over, fast and rough. He kept talking as he did. Talking crazy stuff, like how this was such a good date they were on. This time, though, he went on for a longer time. He slowed down a bit, then just kept moving back and forth in her, slow and steady. He reached under her, grabbed her chest, rubbed her nipples. He began telling her what to say.
“This your first date? That’s ok, I’ll tell you what to say. Say ‘Harder! Harder!” and “Faster! Fuck me faster!” He made her say these things. Disgusting things. She had to reach under and touch his balls. So gross! He even made her say she loved him several times. Then, he started shooting his cum into her again. She felt him pull out, his penis covered in cum, still long and hard as it slid along her pussy lips. He pushed it to her little asshole. She screamed, fell flat onto the mattress. He went right down with her. He kept saying “You have to! You have to!” He put his penis against her butt, she tightened herself as much as she could, determined to keep him from doing her there. But it didn’t work. He was too slippery. The moment she relaxed, just for a moment, he pushed right into her. He was carrying on, making all kinds of sounds as he pounded her asshole over and over, very fast, very deep. She lay there as his huge, warm and wet penis pushed in and out of her rectum. She felt his pubic hair touching her butt cheeks; he grunted with every thrust into her incredibly tight butt. She screamed again and again, though he pressed her face down in the sheets.
Eventually, Randy shot a load into her ass. He got up, she lay there crying, holding her butt tightly with her hands. He said the date was over, she should get dressed and leave now. He told her to look at something. “See? See here? This is a camera. It takes movies. I got the whole thing on tape, even the parts where you told me to go faster and harder.”
Randy leaned over, grabbed her jaw with his fist. “You don’t tell anyone we went on a date. You do, I’ll put this on the web at your school. Let everyone see what a slut you were.” They went to the front door. He called to her as she dashed down the stairs. “Can I take you out again sometime, Sandy? Does this mean we’re going steady?”