Rape Stories

Warning!

Partaking Rape at the Rave

LaJan

“And……cut. OK, people, that looks like a good take and, goodness knows, we had to work damned hard to get it!”

The crew and guests laughed as I began prepping the camera for whatever someone was planning to use it for next. I checked the film just in case the local live feed wasn’t digital recorded in the studio and dropped it in the can marked “RAVE PSA & Saturday Morning Show”. I was just wrapping up the scripts when she came over from the chairs on the set. I smiled at her and looked back down – not that I didn’t want to look at her; I could have looked at her all day for years! But this woman/child was in the age range of someone who could be my daughter (though I’ve never had children). She (“Kerry”? “Karen”? Damn. I couldn’t remember her name just 3 minutes after interviewing her!) looked like all young kids did these days: dressed either in garbage clothes or just like a young woman. Her long dark brown hair was in a casual style; her make-up was applied to make her appear older; the short shirt was fashionably ‘too short’ and allowed a glimpse of a small tattoo above a small navel piercing but bare containing her largish breasts showing nipple that were almost always erect. Only her skirt was just a bit too short to be comfortable for most older women. I stopped well above her knees and offered a spectacular view of her well-shaped legs. She was just a bit heavier than the “heroin chic” models of today but she seemed just to have retained a bit of her ‘baby fat’ – another clear signal that she couldn’t be anywhere near 18 years old yet. I hadn’t asked her age; the terms of the interview had not allowed it to be known and her face had been intentionally obscured for the videotaping. But this girl/woman looked fantastic with the brightest smile I’d seen on a kid in years. No wonder I couldn’t even look at her! She was the ideal image I had for an attractive woman but I couldn’t get past the certainty she was far too young to be involved with an 18-year old -- much less me: a man of 32 years. But the fantasy… I just couldn’t get that fantasy out of my mind.

“I don’t think I ever told you my real name. Hi, I’m Kira and I love what you’re doing for the kids and all. Some of us really need to be hit with the hard truth to ‘get it’ and you’re gonna get that hard truth out there. I really appreciate that, Dave”.

Shit! She remembered my name and I could almost see my nose darken with the blush I knew was slammin’ my face. I looked into her deep blue eyes and saw that they noticed my blush with slight amusement. She was obviously used to having guys appreciate the way she looked and liked know it. Her smile opened a bit but never wavered.

“Hi Kira. Thanks for telling me your real name and it was a pleasure working with you for this PSA. You’re right: so many kids don’t have a clue what they’re getting into at the raves and adults need to make sure they see the big picture. If this show or its public service announcements keeps just one kid from harm, it was more than worth the time. Thanks for offering your “insider’s look”. The station would have never known a thing about anything other than the drug ecstasy. You really opened our eyes to the other stuff happening in those things”.

I offered her my hand and she took it and held it just a moment or two longer than necessary. I could feel a slight stirring from ‘the soldier’ and that just about freaked me out. I couldn’t want this kid like that! Gee! What was I thinkin’, anyway?

She stood there silently, still smiling that killer smile before suddenly brightening and saying,

“How about you going inside a rave and getting all the details, up close and personal? WNUZ would be the only station in town to show the inside of the scene! Have you got one of those secret cameras or something to get pictures?” Kira was bubbling with excitement and it was contagious. I started thinking about the stations special equipment and how I could get it. If nobody had it checked out for another “hidden camera expose”, it would be mine and I could really get the scoop. It wouldn’t be easy: we couldn’t show any faces and there’d be a ton of editing but I had plenty free time after work and I could do it in the production studio during the evenings when nobody was using it for the news or something. But I knew as soon as I thought about the details that I wasn’t all that interested in seeing a rave. Kira had given us so much factual detail that no real footage was needed to get the points across. So, I didn’t need to get inside at all. What got me rolling was the thought of seeing Kira for a few hours more. I didn’t care where I did that and the rave was the best thing. After all, what else was I going to do? Take her to the mall for burgers and a movie? I can picture the headline stories now: “KNUZ News Man Caught Dating a Teenager. The story at 11.” After the complete humiliation, I’d lose my job and probably have to prove I didn’t molest her in court, too! Nope, inside a rave was a place where we could go without the fear of anyone my age seeing me with her. It just had to happen and I was gonna make it work!

“You know, Kira, that’s a great idea! Sure, the studio has some gear but the general public isn’t supposed to know about it. You gonna keep a secret for me and not get me busted?” I said with a wink. She winked back and I thought my heart was going to stop right there and then!

“It’ll be our little secret that we even went there together. You’ll need me to get in but you look young enough to ‘pass’ and all the lookouts know me so I’m sure I can get you inside easily enough. This is going to be awesome!”

It took a week for me to get the gear working in the clothing Kira picked for me to wear: basically some torn jeans, a grubby t-shirt with some thrash rock band’s logo on the front and tour schedule on the back, and a odd scarf. I really didn’t want the scarf but she explained it would help hide the camera better than anything else and I needed a good spot since the T wasn’t going to do the trick. When she was finished making me look like a kid again, I looked in the mirror in the station’s dressing room and was shocked to see myself 15 years younger! She’d done such a good job I would have fooled myself had I not known what I was looking at! I turned to her with a look of wonder on my face and she said,

“Allright! You almost look good enough to date!” We both got a good laugh out of that but I wasn’t at sure mine was sincere. Damn that fantasy…
We drove to a spot so far out in the country I wasn’t sure what was nearby. We finally ended turning onto an unmarked dirt road (driveway?). Her ratty car was laboring like a son-of-a-bitch but Kira didn’t seem worried about it. We turned off the road twice, (inadvertently assuring I’d never be able to figure out where the hell I was or get back here again!) and ended up at what looked like a deserted old farmhouse. I couldn’t believe there was a rave going on in there: there was no noise at all, no cars, no signs of anyone anywhere. Two things crossed my mind immediately: Kira was the youngest ax murderer in history and, somehow, this was where I was going to taste some cold iron on my neck, or; my darkest fantasy was about to come true and she just used the pretense of a rave to get me out in the boonies to make-out. I was opting for the latter and feeling like a total shit because I knew I was gonna do it (and more, if she’d let me).

Kira pulled the car around the back and I could barely make out the shapes of cars and trucks all in the tree line surrounding the house. Since it was fully dark, as soon as she turned off the lights, I could see absolutely nothing. Between the sudden panic and the growing erection, I was sure if I needed to laugh or cry out. A small ray of light illuminated Kira’s hand and she motioned me to get out of the car and meet her on the driver’s side, which I did. There, she took my hand and led me off into the woods.

We walked for what seemed like a mile and I started hearing it. At first, it was this almost subliminal feeling of the air pulsing. That resolved into the sound of the steady beat of both a kick drum and a bass guitar. And that opened up into a techno track that seemed to barely change as we walked closer.

I was quite surprised to see how long we still needed to walk before seeing just a small glow in the dark but hearing the music as if it were being played on a 1000 watt car stereo and you’re in the middle: it wasn’t just loud; it was brutal! Kira turned off her light and we carefully made our way without it, following the direction of the light and happening upon another ancient-looking structure. This one was a huge house with while light blaring from some rooms, blues, greens, violet and red filtering out sash windows in other locations. I was immediately drawn to the place as if I actually wanted to go in to party. Kira squeezed my hand and said,

“I know. It makes you wanna be there, do it, forget about everything and just hang. Wait until you’re inside!”

Now it was clear why the music was so loud: there were large speakers outside blasting the music in the direction of the parked cars. As soon as we walked by them, the noise became comfortably loud but the music was no less hypnotizing.

We climbed the rickety steps and stood by the large ornately engraved door without knocking or ringing a bell. Nothing happened. I was just about to ask Kira want the hell and the door opened so fast I almost jumped backward. Two guys stood in the doorway and neither of them moved or said a word. Kira just looked at them for a minute or so and walked towards them, still holding my hand. She actually would have bumped into one of the boys had he not opened his arms and let her move into a very tight embrace. I was feeling huge embarrassment standing here with two silent but big kids, letting Kira and “Huggy Bear” hug for a few more seconds. Then the guys parted and we walked between them and into heaven.

The room was as richly furnished as a mansion, no hint of which was visible from the outside. Lush couches and pillows lined the walls that were decorated with paintings and sculptures. I monstrous chandelier tossed out soft pink light over about 50 kids. Most were sitting or laying on the many soft locations and almost all of them were touching each other, running hands over each other’s arms, chests, faces, and hair. The thing, which caught me immediately, was that nothing at all looked sexual! These kids were just touching each other’s bodies as though they were children learning how other children felt. The music here didn’t seem to be a part of the movements but the feeling I got was one of total serenity.

“This is the E room. All these kids are flying on ecstasy and touching is the one thing that makes it fantastic. It’s not about sex; it’s about the physical sensations of touching and being touched. Wild, isn’t it?” Kira said all this very close to my ear, making sure she didn’t let her voice travel far from us.

We stepped over dozens of couples and groups on the floor and entered the room where the music was dominant. Here, lights strobed, and the hundreds of kids danced so closely together that I didn’t see how they moved! The place was another large room, mostly dark except for the flashing lights and what looked like random spot lights. And here, the kids were in various stages of dress: some were topless or had shirts open (mostly guys but there were a few girls I could see); others had pants hanging so low that they looked as though they’d fall off in seconds. There were micro-mini skirts, halters, T’s & tanks – everything imaginable. In this room, there was some serious touching going on! While people danced, they had their hands on asses, tits, crotches, and thighs. The movements of the group dance were two-fold: swaying to the constant hammer of the beat; and making out by groping everywhere. The hard on I had been fighting since I’d first seen Kira was raging now. I felt dizzy and wanted to dance, hold her, touch her. I felt this strange smile on my face before I recognized the pungent aroma of weed. I didn’t hear Kira laughing but I felt it in her hand. I looked at her and she continued to laugh.

With a start, I remembered that I hadn’t even started the camera! I looked for a place to do it and Kira opened her arms and wrapped herself around me. I was too stunned to move but she said,

“Turn it on now, you dummy!” Using her for cover, I got it started but long before I did, I felt her body close to mine: her breasts firm & high. Because of her height, they were pressed against my lower chest and I hadn’t realized just how big they were. I wanted to ask but I wanted to start the camera as slowly as possible a lot more! But what really turned me on was that I could feel her pressing her hips to mine – hard. It was as if she wanted me badly, right then, right there. I closed my eyes and she started moving us, swaying to the manic pulse of the music. We must have looked ridiculous but I couldn’t have cared less. I only broke our embrace when I knew I had the camera started and knew it was taking pictures of me locked hip-to-hip with this child! Worse, my raging hard on was pushed against her hard enough so that she could have no doubt what she was feeling and why. Again crimson, I muttered my appreciating that she had covered my mistake and she offered me that smile which melts my heart once again.

I turned slowly and offered the camera a very long look at the same sights I was seeing, plenty to fulfill dozens of fantasies for the rest of my natural life. We spent some time looking back into the E room, allowing the cam a good view and she pushed us into the throng. Immediately there were hands all over both of us but it wasn’t until we were hopeless mired in the mass of undulating flesh that the hands began to explore us with an aggressive sexuality. The pot was getting to my head by then and I was relaxing and no longed concerned about who was fondling me or why. I wasn’t even concerned about the hands I saw on Kira’s body, the body I now wanted no matter what it cost me. Hands on my butt; hands on her breast; hands scratching my back; hands sliding to Kira’s mouth; hands slipping into my pants and holding me; hands lifting Kira’s top and showing everyone her simple bra but also her large and perfect tits.

This was almost too much for me and I started towards her and I would have gotten there but the hand on my cock was now moving slowly up and down. It felt to damned good that I stopped and, once again closed my eyes and just enjoyed the contact. I was riding that pleasure when someone pushed hard against the front of my body. I opened my eyes and saw this girl, maybe 14 or 15 (maybe 20 or 25) pulling me into h er arms. I felt a hand (hers?) pushing my head down and our lips met, but only for a second. In the next second, our tongues met and I wrapped her as she wrapped me. I was vaguely aware that she couldn’t have her hands on my cock if she was hugging me but I didn’t care; the hand in my pants felt so good and the girl in front of me was cute and willing. I broke the kiss to look in her eyes as I came hard. I couldn’t tell if I yelled or not over the music but it was fantastic and the girl smiled and held onto me until the orgasm subsided.

It was only then that I saw the other girl – the one who jerked me off - moving into view. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat when she showed me her hand filled with my cum. She opened her hand, brought it to the cute girl’s lips, all the while grinning at me. I was mesmerized by the site and I nodded vigorously, hoping the cute girl would lick the hand, the cum. But “Ms. Hand Job” shook her hand and offered me a pill with her other hand. I was thinking ‘no way in hell’ as I took the pill. Someone else offered me a glass of something so I put the pill in my mouth, drank the proffered (thankfully just!) beer, and knew I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.

I turned to look at Kira and she was gone! I was not concerned. I knew she’d be dancing somewhere, perhaps getting finger fucked the same way I was jerked, and it didn’t matter. In fact, nothing matter right then, even the fact that I turned back to another girl and the first two were gone. This girl was a bit older and I was so high and comfortable that I was immediately aroused once again. Without question, I pulled this girl close and kissed her while both our bodies and our tongues danced.

It wasn’t long before ‘the soldier began to hear reveille’ again and I was pressing my crotch to hers. She was beautiful, bigger than Kira in height and weight, and I wanted her. I said “Now” to her and she seemed to understand.

We wound our way to the E room and then off to a hallway where the girl opened a door to a bedroom. There were four beds in the large room and all of them had couples either fucking or getting ready to so she led me in and closed the door. We stood in front of it, she turned to me, and we started kissing once again. We kissed and until a couple gently moved us to the side and exited the room, leaving a bed free for us. Fortunately, there was nothing on it that would have repulsed me and we eagerly went to it and started to strip.

It was only after I’d exposed the camera that I remembered it was there! The girl looked into my eyes a while and then said,

“Are you the pigs?” It took me a moment to figure that she thought I was a cop so I said ‘no, I’m a reporter’ and she relaxed.

“Ya see, I’m a runaway and I don’t want to get caught up in anything, all right?”

I smiled and assured her that I wouldn’t tell anyone anything so she grinned and stripped nude while I stood there. Her completely hairless pussy led me to think the worse. She guessed when I frowned and said,

“It’s OK. I know you’re way over 18 and I’m way under 18 but I want it, you want it, and the bed’s free so…”

I ripped the rest of my clothes off and she grabbed the camera. I should have been pissed but I just wanted her so I watched her look at it carefully, place it on a small nightstand by our bed – carefully aiming it to show the entire room, including our bed – and turn back to me.

“Now, fuck me like I know you want to fuck me.”

I didn’t need another invitation and it was seconds before I was on her, in her (Shit! She felt so damned good!) and pumping away like there was no tomorrow. Since the hand job was so recent, I wasn’t eager to cum and we moved into so many positions that I lost count. She came repeatedly, making a large mess on the bed, which neither of us cared about. And I was butt fucking her when the urge came. We both screamed at the same time but not a single other person in the room even looked up while I pumped cum up her plump ass.

As soon as I was calm and pulled out of her, she got up and started dressing. I was surprised but got up and did the same. When we were both dressed, she came to me and kissed me like she’d loved me for years before looking back at ‘our’ bed. I was fascinated to see that a boy was pushing a girl’s head down into the massive wet spot we’d left while fucking her like a dog in heat.

We waited to see them cum, turned to each other again, and kissed quickly before we heard the running outside the door. I opened it and saw at least 5 guys running to another room down the hall. “Cutie” said her goodbyes and went back to the dance, probably to bring as many guys into that room as she could before the rave ended. I watched her ass sway and she turned back to me, blowing me a kiss. I returned it and turned back the other door down the hall. Curiosity led me to it so I looked inside the opened door. What I saw was…

Kira was stripped nude and five boys were touching her everywhere. She didn’t seem to mind and, when I looked into her face, I knew why: she was completely bombed. Her eyes were half opened and her mouth was slack. I felt a sudden urge to protect her and rushed into the room. Two of the boys turned to me and made gestures of placation that stopped me cold.

“Look, man. We know you came with her and it’s cool, man. She’s only had some E and it looks like someone slipped her some G”, one of them said.

“What the fuck is G?” Then I remembered what Kira had said in the interview. G was short for Gamma Hydroxybutyrate and it was commonly called the date rape drug. The dosages to make it work for euphoria and unconsciousness are so close that girls and women have been rushed to hospitals with guys fearing for their lives. Few have died but that thought didn’t make me any more relaxed. I started to move between the boys but they were quicker and held both my arms back hard enough to hurt.

“Look, man, we won’t hurt her. She’s been here before and she’ll come here again so mellow out! Hey, if you want her first, we can do that. But, man, face the facts: your girl here is gonna get fucked and she’s gonna get fucked by more than us so you better take the offer to get her first. It’s gonna be a bit messy after a while, you know what I mean?” Both boys laughed but the others didn’t seem to even know I was there as they fondled Kira. She didn’t seem to be in any pain or distress so I relaxed my arms and the boys let me go. I moved to her slowly and I saw that she was awake, though she seemed barely so. What I could see between her legs was the kicker: not only was she totally without hair, she was totally without any hint of it! No hair, no razor nicks, no post-shaving mild rash. She pussy was small with soft lips showing nothing but a little slit. It was only then that I knew: Kira – this girl! – couldn’t be older than 16. Maybe not even 15 yet! Her large breasts were not similar to a mature woman’s breasts; her areolas and nipples looked like the most beautiful buds. Her hips were much larger than I thought and they were, indeed, covered with the most sensual baby fat imaginable. Her smooth belly, her smooth arms, her smooth thighs and face – this was no woman! These boys had drugged a little girl, stripped her nude, played with her, and were about to gang rape her!

Between the horror and the excitement, I didn’t say a word but I couldn’t take my eyes off Kira’s body. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I wanted her so badly I could have beaten the crap out of these boys to get her. But they were all looking at me now. Nobody moved or spoke but we all knew what was going to happen.

I don’t remember doing it but I pulled off clothes once more and, this time, hid the camera successfully while aiming it at the bed. Four of the boys had moved to hold Kira’s legs open and her arms over her head. She was so trashed it didn’t look like they would be needed. The fifth boy went to the door and closed it, nodding to me. Everyone here knew I was an adult. Everyone here knew this was rape. Everyone here knew they weren’t leaving this room until they had gotten Kira in any way the y wanted.

I was on her before I knew it, kissing her lips, sucking her breasts. I looked into her eyes and it looked as though she knew me but it lasted for only a brief moment. The bitch was that, no matter how much I wanted to fuck this girl, how was I going get my cock to even think about responding again! It was only then when I moved down that I saw what I really wanted. I buried my face between Kira’s widely spread legs and took a deep whiff of the best scent I have ever smelled. She was finer than any rose to grow, any wine to sip, any steak to taste. I hadn’t even exhaled before my tongue dived unto her slit. Then I was surprised to taste her wetness. Kira was soaked with excitement. Evidentially, though the boys haven’t yet raped her, they had fondled her semi-conscious body enough to arouse it regardless of her state. I sucked Kira’s pussy and drank the nectar of womanhood as greedily as a man dying of thirst would drink water.

Moments later, my prick was once again firm as wood and I moved to kiss Kira again while sliding into her defenseless cunt. The heat of her body and the tightness of her pussy were exquisite, making me pause just to savor the wonder of being inside her. But it took no more than seconds before I was riding Kira like a mad man, fucking hard and deeply, totally unconcerned about the pain I may be causing. All the while, Kira had a slight frown on her face and moaned a bit. But she never struggled, never cried out.

I reached beneath her and held onto her big ass, pulling up in time to meet my cock on its way down. I rocked side to side and opened her hole as far as it was possible, feeling massive friction on the sides of my cock even though it was soaked with her sweet juices.

Sucking on her neck as I raped her, I felt myself reach the point of no return and I ground down into Kira’s cunt while my cock gushed jizz for the third time tonight. For some reason, I looked towards the camera, knowing it would show how I’d raped this drugged girl I’d used to make PSA’s about the dangers of going to raves! But I didn’t let hypocrisy stop me from squirting every last drop of cum from my cock into her pussy.

I pulled out of Kira, gave her a kiss she didn’t respond to, and climbed off the bed. The boy by the door came closer and traded places with me, laying almost gently on Kira. I couldn’t even tell when he entered her, he was so smooth. But we could all see his hips rise and fall. We could all hear the wet slap of his pelvis smacking against the cum-splatter crotch. And we could all hear the boy grunt and groan as he deposited his cum into Kira, adding his to mine.

He moved aside and traded places with one of the boys holding Kira’s legs open but I stopped him before he lay onto of her. I had the boys reposition her slightly, moving her spread cunt into a position I knew the camera would better capture the view of each cock sliding in and out of her raped pussy.

When this boy mounted her, Kira responded, though it was muted. Her face frowned much deeper and her moaning turned to wordless sounds of pain. I knelt to better see the penetration and was impressed with the size of the dick she was being speared with currently. It was the size of my wrist in width and, when he pulled back to ram it in again, I could see that its length was much bigger than the room Kira’s pussy had. I’d hit the back of her repeatedly but my 7 inches paled in comparison to what was being stuck in her now. The monster was at least 14 inches long. I’d never seen anything like it! Soon all the guys let go of Kira’s limbs and moved to see the cock raping her so violently. The boy didn’t stop slamming her for so long I was wondering if he’d ever cum in her. But he eventually did and the cum from all of us who’d raped her so far gushed from Kira’s cunt.

The massive tool was yanked from her body and the boys repositioned Kira: they pulled her half off the bed and rolled her onto her stomach, letting her legs fall into a kneeling position. There, the next boy knelt and shoved his cock up Kira’s vagina. All during this rape, cum dripped for her, making a small splat as it pooled between her legs. The other boys didn’t hold her down anymore. It was clear that Kira wasn’t going to be in any condition to resist whatever happened to her for a long time to come. This guy pulled back on Kira’s hair and rode the teen like a cowboy rides a steer: his steady rhythm captivated us until he finally spewed his spunk into Kira’s body.

As the last boy mounted her, the door opened. It had been left unguarded but, since all of his had gotten to fuck her, nobody was worried about getting interrupted before getting off. A girl younger than Kira peeked inside and saw what was happening. I knew she’d scream and run but I was wrong. She whooped and hurried in, taking a place by Kira’s face, opening her panties after lifting her small skirt, and started masturbating while looking at the expression on Kira’s face as she continued to be gang raped. Seeing this girl’s cunt and her obvious excitement drove two of the other boys crazy and they rushed the newcomer, pulled her onto a bed where another couple was fucking, and pinned her there before raping her, too.

Two, then three, then many more guys came in and soon a line was forming between both girl’s legs. The newcomer was really enjoying the rapes and only ‘fought to lose’, making it exciting for every new guy on her to get the thrill of raping her. She couldn’t hide her orgasms, though, and she was yelling loudly and often which brought even more guys and girls in to the room. Most of the girls who stayed gathered by a wall but made sure they had good views between both girl’s legs, probably secretly wishing to trade places but far to scared to offer another cunt to screw.

I had been watching the new girl’s rapes when I heard a muffled noise from the other bed. I turned to see the guy with the massive cock plowing roughly into Kira’s asshole. Even through the Liquid Ecstasy, Kira looked as though she was in agony. I went to her and lovingly held her hands while I watched the cock split her ass wider than anyone had dreamed possible. In and out, in and out, in and out. The boy didn’t seem to tire after more than 30 minutes of buttfucking Kira. After about 45 minutes, it looked like Kira finally passed out and the rapist’s cock no longer had her muscles restricting his penetrations. With renewed vigor, the boy motioned for two guys to hold Kira’s legs open again and he really leaned into the rape, mashing her body into the messy center of the bed while making loud lewd noises with his dick pistoning in and out of the pliant shithole.

I completely lost track of time as the rapes went on. I saw things I hope I never see again (a cock raping the second girl’s throat while she choked for air; Kira positioned over the slut’s cunt while a string of guys raped the slut but came in Kira’s face and mouth; the huge cock once again raping an ass, but, this time, the slut’s. And this rape wasn’t one she enjoyed. It took four guys to hold her down and spread while the rape happened. Even the guys fucking Kira and the other couples in the room stopped to watch the most incredible rape. The slut never did lose consciousness and she got to experience the entire thing, right up until the boy reached under her, opened her cummy cunt, and finger-fucked her as he pushed as far as his cock would go up her ass and let his load go. There’s no way to tell how long his cock pumped jizz into the slut but he didn’t pull out of her for a good ten minutes after he stopped fucking her. When he finally did pull out, cum dribbling from her ass was quickly stopped by another rape of her butt. She struggled seriously now but didn’t have a chance. I don’t know what possessed me but even I went to her and fucked her butt hole. There was no possibility I could cum another drop but my cock was hard again and I just wanted to feel what it was like.

The next time I looked at Kira, there was a girl sitting on her face, another sliding a tongue in and out of her ass, and a guy raping her pussy while licking the clit of the one on Kira’s face. And before it was through, three more the girls watching lost their luck and got pulled onto a bed or the floor to be gang raped, too.

It was long past dawn when I gathered my clothes and dressed. There was a girl laying on Kira in "69" and I was surprised to see both girls eating each other out. The slut was sleeping with a guy still between her legs, also snoring. I took a while to capture the entire scene with the camera before making my way to the front door of the house and out into the bright sunlight.

It hit me that I had raped a girl who was far too young to even be having sex with a boyfriend yet. I’d raped another girl up her ass just to feel it – not even to cum in her. I had watched or helped in scores of other rapes and had fucked another girl who was so young I couldn’t bear to think that I didn’t even ask what her name was. And I was very, very happy to have a tape of the whole thing!

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I was working late another night when there came a knock on the dark room’s door. I covered the film and said ‘come in.’ I gasped as I saw Kira standing there, still maintaining that captivating smile. I looked to see if she was holding a gun or something and her hand opened to show me a small pill.

“This little sucker is one like I took when we went to the rave. I’d sworn off these bastards but I got all caught up in the kid’s thing and took one. I’m really truly sorry I didn’t wake up before you left that night! I stranded you in the middle of nowhere. I don’t even remember anything after we danced so I hope you had a good time, too!” She finished all this in a huge rush and I was feeling the most relief of my life up until she said,

“I’d like to make it up to you, please! Let me take you to another rave and this time, I’ll be sure to partake in all my “E feelies” long before we get there, I promise! So what do ya say?”

That relief I’d mentioned a moment ago? It disappeared almost before the excitement started and I said, "Sure, kid!”