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July 12, 2015, 10:25:21 AM

Online Jed

WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex.  This particular story features characters under the age of 18.  If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person.  If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.

Hooligans

I

The older one looked familiar, but he wasn’t sure.  About my age, maybe a couple years older.  He had the look of one of that mob from up north.  The others were too young for him to know.  The four of them burst into his house and beat him up bad enough he lost consciousness.  He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but long enough that they had taped him to a heavy chair secure enough he couldn’t move.  He’d been beaten far worse back in the day when he was in the firm.  Firm we called it, or crew, or gang, or mob.  We followed our team and gave a good drubbing to the other firms when their teams showed.  Away games were better, beating up the local firm, messing up someone else’s town and breaking into stores and grabbing what we wanted.  I did it for over 20 years, the drinking and singing with my mates, and then we’d fight.  Going to other countries was the best, showing the frogs, jerries and others some proper British courage.  Soccer the yanks call it, but it’s football here, not that sissy sport where they wear helmets and shoulder pads.

Looking through eyes nearly swollen shut, I feel my first fear.  One of the younger ones has my daughter by the arms.  The last couple years when she started looking more like a woman than a girl made me even more worried about her.  She’s even prettier than her mother was, and her mother was a beaut.  I didn’t know she was home, should be still at school?  I must have been out longer than I thought.  She was the reason I quit the firm a few years back.  The wife passed, and I was all she had left.  I couldn’t risk her losing me too.  I even moved out of the city and got an old farm house to get away from the temptation of getting back into it.  I can’t even watch the games on the telly now, because it makes me want to go back.  Now what do these wankers want anyhow?

“You remember me?” the older one asks.
“No, should I?”
“Yeah, you should.  My boy’s been in a wheelchair for the last 7 years because of you.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, I beat up a lot of lads.”
“Yeah, me too.  You hit him with an iron bar and broke his back.”
“You should have watched out for him better.”
“It took me a while to find you, hiding out here on some farm.”
“I’m not hiding from anyone.”
“You don’t have a son for me to hurt.”

Pausing he turns slightly as if just noticing my daughter for the first time and says, “But you got a daughter.”
“You touch her, and you’re dead you fuummmmmmmpphhh!”
One of the younger ones taped my mouth shut in mid-curse.  I want to yell at him, but all that was coming out were muffled noises.  They were all looking at her, and I looked too.  Suddenly, it’s as if I’m seeing her for the first time in years.  She’s gorgeous with curly brown hair hanging down past her shoulders.  The stretchy black pants she had on were too tight on her hips that weren’t narrow like a little girl’s anymore.  She shouldn’t have been out with pants that tight on her bum.  The light red sweater she had on was pushed out, again not like when she was a little girl.  Her flared hips and well-formed still growing chest were separated by a slender waist and flat belly.  God, she’s 15 now.  How did that happen?  With men all ogling at her, she looks increasingly frightened and self-conscious at their intent stares.

“What’s your name girl?”
“Stephanie,” she chokes out terrified.
“You’re a very pretty little thing Stephanie,” he says approaching and towering over her.
She tries to back away, but the bloke holding her arms prevents it.
“You a virgin Stephanie?”
I struggle in the chair at his words but can’t get free.  The industrial tape holding my arms and legs barely twisting.
“I asked if you are a virgin!”
Startled at his tone, she squeaks out, “Yes.”
“I’ve fought lads and made the boys grow into men while they bled.”
The man stares at her for a few more seconds and continues, “I can do something like that for you girl, except it’s not my fist that will have blood on it.”

July 12, 2015, 10:38:35 AM
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Offline vile8r

Up The Irons! Yay! More mayhem from the mind of Jed! I can't wait to see where this tale is going.

July 12, 2015, 07:01:07 PM
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Offline Plaything

I like it . . .good to see you writing again!

July 22, 2015, 09:35:48 PM
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Online Jed

II

Unsure what he means by blood, Stephanie stares up at the gap toothed smirking rather ugly man towering over her petite 155cm (5’1”) frame.  All of them are grinning like devils, and she looks around at them terrified.  Her father groans knowing exactly what they are going to do, and there’s nothing he can do to stop them.
“A teenage virgin, you’re like a fresh baked cake waiting to be sliced.”
Stephanie in confusion at the man’s words looks over at her father seeing him obviously upset.
The older man continues, “Let’s get those clothes off you Stephanie and see your tits and other treasures.”

With that they’re all over her, each of them grabbing an arm or a leg lifting her struggling 43 kilo (95 pound) body screaming up in the air and horizontal to the floor.  Her shoes are pulled off leaving her sockless feet bare.  Rough hands grip the waistband of her black pants and waist of her sweater and matching red t-shirt under it and pull in opposite directions.  The black pants are quickly yanked to her knees leaving plain white panties partly pulled down one hip revealing a hint of brown pubic hair.  The sweater and t-shirt are wrenched up over her screaming face exposing her white bra with round perfectly formed yet still growing breasts straining at the material as if trying to burst out.  In fact, Stephanie’s breasts had grown so much these last few months, this bra didn’t fit her well any more.

“Look at them titties poppin’ out!” exclaims one of the younger men, as her upper garments are pulled past her face.  With that he rudely squeezes one breast causing Stephanie to squeal in the midst of her screaming.  The sweater and t-shirt are pulled off her arms and tossed to the floor.  Both young men holding her arms are groping a breast, she flails her long curly brown hair around in protest still shrieking and trying uselessly to pull away.  The other men pull her pants past her ankles dropping them to the floor.  Her white panties take only a couple seconds to be ripped off her body joining her pants on the floor.  Her bra is finally yanked by the groping hands over her head leaving her completely nude.  Her pinkish brown nipples framed by large light pink areolas seemed to be begging to be pinched and sucked.  A light brown triangle of hair seems to point to a wondrous prize between her twisting legs.

“Very nice curly brown hair upstairs and down, and those are some nice titties too,” observes the older man at her writhing naked body.  As if on cue all four men drop Stephanie to the floor.  The impact stops her screaming, the wind partially knocked out of her, she chokes and gasps.  The older man pulls his shirt over his head, while two of the younger men each take hold of an ankle spreading her legs.  The third young man stretches her hands above her head and kneels on them.  With his free hands, he further molests her bare breasts pinching her nipples.

Unfastening his pants, the older man steps between her widely spread legs commenting, “She really is a sweet little thing.  No, we won’t let this strumpet go to waste.  I’m going to enjoy this.”
The men holding her ankles force her legs impossibly wide apart laughing.  He kicks his shoes off and drops his pants to the floor stepping out of them.  Kneeling between her legs, Stephanie stares with horror at his manhood standing rigidly out from under a fat hairy belly.  He leans down and covers her breast with his rubbery mouth and tongue lathering it with slimy saliva.  Stephanie’s choking turns to sobbing as she feels his yellow teeth pulling on a nipple.

He leans up smiling at her and spits in his hand.  He moves his hand down, and Stephanie’s body jolts in shock feeling him applying the saliva to her most intimate place.  He spits again, and rubs her there again moistening her entrance.  His face lowers and he slobbers a kiss on her mouth.  She tries to jerk her head away, but he forces the kiss on her, and then moves up.  She feels it poking her inner thigh and begins muttering a prayer trying futilely to twist away.  The prayer gets louder as his sweaty fat hairy belly lowers itself and rubs against her stomach and breasts.  Staring into his hairy chest she continues the prayer her mother taught her as a little girl.

“Shut her up will ya?  The screaming’s OK, but that praying is getting annoying,” the older man complains.  The man kneeling on her hands finds her panties and forces them in her mouth.  A man kneeling on her ankle picks up her black pants and rips them at the crotch.  He rips and tears until he’s tore them in half.  The legging is wrapped around her head and tied in place keeping the panties securely in her mouth muffling her moans of protest.  Helplessly she feels him positioning his organ, and shakes her head ‘no’ over and over in disbelief this is happening.  She feels the tip opening up her womanhood.

Images of her boyfriend Nick flash in her mind.  Nick is 17 and had some experience with other girls before he was with her.  She hadn’t let him take her virginity yet, promising him she would one day soon.  She let him do other stuff, and she did things for him, as often as he wanted worried he might get tired of waiting and leave her for another more promiscuous girl.  Now she wished she had given in completely to Nick, instead of this horrible man being her first.  All thoughts of Nick vanish in searing pain, as the awful man jerks his hips forward.


July 23, 2015, 12:06:44 AM
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Offline vile8r

Wow! This is great Jed!

July 23, 2015, 11:47:34 AM
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Offline Fancy

this is so good jed cant wait to read more of it

September 07, 2015, 02:13:02 PM
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Online Jed

Author’s note:  The time frame of this story is the late 1980’s before the British government had a major crack down on the violence associated with football games.  Regular people didn’t have internet or cell phones, cameras had real film and rapists couldn’t be identified by their DNA.


I've been working on more of this off and on and should have something soon.  I was just working on other writing projects.

-Jed

September 07, 2015, 03:50:49 PM
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Offline mikegritty

Very nice....good story

January 14, 2016, 07:54:02 PM
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Offline shannyfries

More more more! Please

January 19, 2016, 03:08:00 AM
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Online Jed

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More more more! Please

Yes Shanny, it is about time I got back to this since where it's going has been in my head for quite a while.

January 19, 2016, 11:32:22 PM
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Offline shannyfries

you are such a tease. Lol ;)

May 21, 2016, 10:25:08 AM
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Online Jed

III

Screaming into the gag, Stephanie’s back arched off the floor in agony.  The huge fat man thrust into her going deeper with each thrust until she felt him fully penetrate her body pushing in her precious womb.  He held it there deep in her body and commented, “Nothing like shagging a teenager especially a tight virgin.  This is as good as I hoped.”

With that pronouncement, the man resumed his thrusting into the young girl.  Stephanie was struggling feebly now that the ugly man had penetrated her.  His fat hairy sweaty belly was rubbing her stomach and breasts.  She kept trying to scream, but it was muffled by the gag.  He pumped his flesh inside her tearing her apart for what seemed like an hour.  Eventually, he groaned on top of her, and she could feel him filling her with his awful revolting seed.  He pulled out of her body laughing with pleasure.  She could feel his spent lust bubbling out of her abused womanhood and dripping down her crack.  Leaning up she looked with horror seeing her own blood on the weapon he had used on her body and remembered how he said he would make her bleed and have her blood on him.  Her cruel rapist moved away gasping with satisfaction and announced, “Next!”

She sees one of the younger men pushing his pants down as he knelt between her legs.  Seeing his maleness standing out and throbbing with anticipation, she knows her ordeal is far from over.  The second rapist slides into her body easier than the older man.  He wasn’t fat and ugly, but she found his touch just as repellent.  Moaning with misery into the gag she tried to fathom how these men could be so heartless.  The younger man on top of her now plunged into her body even faster than the older man.  With the vigor of youth, he lunged rapidly into her trembling body.  The initial intense pain gradually gave way to a constant aching soreness, as the seemingly endless rapes continued.

She had stopped screaming into the gag, crying or even moaning in pain at some point while the third man was raping her.  She only let out an occasional surprised groan when a particularly hard thrust caught her off guard.  It was if she had surrendered to the constant ache and grief with near silence.  The fourth and last of the intruders seemed to take an eternity as he thrust between her legs breathing like a long distance runner.  She found herself wavering in and out of consciousness, until he finally stiffened on top of her and released his putrid seed into her trembling body joining that of the other three men.

Stephanie wanted to die after the rapes.  But that thought gave way to a determination to survive this ordeal and somehow make these men pay for hurting her.  She could feel someone wiping her body with a wet towel.  She screamed in agony into the gag as the towel rubbed between her legs.

She lay on the floor with her eyes closed hearing them talk about her, saying disgusting perverted things.  She wanted to die especially hearing that they would be staying the night and that they weren’t done with her.  Stephanie opened her eyes slowly and lifted her head looking between her still widely spread legs.  She could feel her bare butt lying in a puddle of her rapist’s filth.  Her eyes began to focus, and then she saw the horror in her father’s eyes.  He was staring with shock at her abused crotch.

She wanted to close her legs so her father wouldn’t see, but they refused to move at first.  She willed herself to close them, but then the older awful first rapist bent over and picked her up easily as if she were as light as a small kitten.  He casually lifted her over his shoulder her head hanging down his back.  One arm was around her legs, but she could feel his other hand gripping her butt.  He began walking towards her father’s room saying to the others, “You blokes sleep out here and watch our mate there.  Little Steph and I are going to cuddle for a while and get some sleep.”

Once in the bedroom he dropped her roughly on the bed making the air whoosh out of her lungs.  She struggled feebly as he tied her hands first to each other and then to the bedpost near the wall.  He flopped down on the bed with her, and forced his obese body against her tiny form.  She cringed away from him, but the wall prevented her from retreating far.  He yawned once and chuckled, his hand rudely squeezing one of her breasts.  Soon the awful man was asleep.  His hand was still clutching her breast, and no amount of moving would dislodge it.  Stephanie wept in silence and wretchedness feeling so sore and used, while her cruel rapist snored.  She lay there in the bed for so long, awake and in misery.  At times it just didn’t seem real.  Other times the soreness between her legs forced her to know it had all really happened, as the night went on endlessly.

Stephanie opened her eyes in shock and screamed into the gag feeling a stabbing pain.  It was him pushing himself into her body again.  She could see the light of morning coming the through the farmhouse window.  She wasn’t sure how she had finally got to sleep, but it surely hadn’t been long.  The filthy man was rooting into her womb again.  It hurt so bad, and she knew the nightmare from last night was real not over.

May 23, 2016, 07:43:26 PM
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Offline vile8r

Yay Jed! Great to see more of this story!

May 28, 2016, 03:27:28 AM
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Offline blondiecath

Yes, more please  ???

May 28, 2016, 08:28:33 PM
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Offline Wolfshark

Looking forward to reading more!