Girl crazed counselor

CHAPTER SIX

"Take off your shoes and socks, cunt," the rapist said. "I want to see your toes. My, my, you have very cute toes. Lift your foot. I want to touch them. I want to suck them. Ummmmmm, they sure do taste good. Now take off your skirt. That's it, my precious cunt. Now the panties. You are sweating. I love a little girl who is wet with the lather of fear. Oh my, what a precious little ass. Let me pinch your ass. Why the tears and the soft moan. Did I squeeze the ass flesh too hard? Maybe I should squeeze harder. How about that? Like that? Hurt? You had better not cry out or I'll see to it that you never say anything again."

"How would you like it if I stuck my finger right up inside your asshole? Here, bend forward so I can get at your ass. Let me pry the two parts open. There's that cute little asshole. Oooooooh, my finger went all the way in. More tears? Does that hurt. How about TWO fingers. THREE fingers. Oooooh, now that really hurts doesn't it? And how about when I twist them like this and drive them even deeper into your colon?"

"I should shove my fist up your ass, but I don't have the time, and besides, I can feel the blood pumping back into the head of my dick. I know I will be ready to fuck the living shit out of you, little cunt. Say goodbye to your childhood, honey. I am going to turn you into a woman. I am going to make you burn, baby. I am going to give you a fucking that you will never forget. You are going to feel your tight pussy turned inside out by this huge prick of mine. Oh, you probably don't think that you want it now, but once it gets inside you it is going to feel real good. REAL good. Better than anything you have ever felt before."

"Ummmm, let me put my fingers in your little pussy. Nope, can't do it. Your cherry is in the way. It won't be there for very much longer, I can assure you. And you are so dry. It is a shame that you are not lubricating yourself down there. It will hurt much more if I fuck you when you are as dry as a bone. I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles, right cunt?"

Melinda almost wished that she would get horny. She wished that she could enjoy herself the way he said she would – but she knew it was not to be. There was no way this sick man could get her aroused. He pressed her clit and she felt nothing. Nothing but disgust.

She had never been naked before a man before and she constantly had to battle an urge to cover herself with her arms. She could feel the muscles in her legs getting weaker.

"Now, my dear, we are going to fuck!" the masked rapist said. "I want you to turn and face the wall. Oh yes, what a precious ass. Now lean forward and place the palms of your hands on the wall in front of you. Part the fingers and get those palms flat. Such nice tits. Let me squeeze your tits. Let me set down my blade right here where it will be nice and handy. Oooooooh, what fine tits. I love how firm they are. They grow larger when you jack-knife at the waist."

"My cock is very hard now, cunt. It wants to be inside you very badly. And do you know what, cunt? My cock doesn't give a shit if it tears you apart. You can die from internal bleeding for all I care, little girl. You just have to hope you are woman enough to take all of my manhood. Now move your feet apart on the floor as far as you can get them. No, keep your knees straight. I don't want to bend my knees any more than I have to."

The man grabbed the base of his cock in his fist and pushed it up against her cunt. He began to push and the little girl tried to keep her pussy lips clamped together so that he wouldn't be able to get inside.

The tenseness in her cunt muscles was mostly involuntarily, as Melinda feared that he would kill her if he tried to rape her and failed.

But the man was stronger and his cock was relentless. The little girl felt his hand go over her mouth as he felt his cock on her cherry. His dick tore right through her hymen and up into the shriveled tissues on the other side. Her inner cunt was all closed up from lack of use and the inner walls had to be pried open by the masked rapist's meat loaf.

He drove his dick as quickly as he could up into her belly, well past the mouth of her womb. She could feel blood inside her pussy. At least the blood would help to lubricate the fuck for a while, she figured. She was in horrible pain and her screams of agony were muffled by the man's hand, clamped tighter than ever over her mouth. She was forced to breathe exclusively through her nose and made loud snorting noises as she sucked air.

He fucked her hard and fast right from the very first stroke and only increased her pain. His cock felt rough on her sensitive internal tissues. She figured that now, after this, she would never be able to enjoy sex. How could she ever be fucked without recalling this agony and this humiliation.

Then he drove all the way into her and she could feel his cock growing a little bit larger – just as it had before he shot his wad in her mouth.

He let out a quick howl of pleasure. His loins were pressed against the cheeks of her ass. She could feel the top of his scrotum on her clit. She felt completely impaled by that huge dong. She could tell that the soreness in her cunt would take a long time to go away. She wondered if she would be able to walk when he released his grip on her. The man pulled his bloody dick out of her cunt and she collapsed to the floor. He wiped his cock clean with one of her socks. He then pulled up his pants and his underwear. He did himself up and opened the door to the storage room. He pulled the mask off just as he was about to enter the hall. She never did get a look at his face. He closed the door behind him and he heard him say, "You count to a thousand before you even move!"

"May I t-t-t-talk to you about something, Miss Richardson?" Melinda Madison said in a tiny voice. Her eyes were red-rimmed from tears and lack of sleep. It was a week later. "Of course. You look upset. Come in and have a seat. Tell me what the trouble is," Miss Richardson said.

"Something b-b-b-b-bad has happened to me."

"What is it?"

"L-l-last week, I was going to my locker after cheerleading practice and a man grabbed me and dragged me into a storage closet and he… he… he…"

"Oh my poor dear," Miss Richardson said. The teacher stood and walked around the desk so she could take that little girl into her arms.

"He hurt me, Miss Richardson. Oh God, he hurt me so badly," Melinda sobbed into Miss Richardson's shoulder and the side of her neck. Miss Richardson thought they were precious to, indeed.

"And you haven't told anybody?"

"No, Miss Richardson."

"Do you want to report it to the police?"

"They'll never catch the guy."

"How can you be so sure?"

"He was wearing a mask. I don't even know what he looks like."

"But he may still be hanging around the school, Melinda."

"I didn't think about the girls he might rape in the future."

"I think it is your duty to report it," Miss Richardson said.

"But what if they DO catch him and I have to go to court?"

"I know, my dear. They try to turn the victim into the criminal."

"I'm not sure I can face that, Miss Richardson. I am so confused."

"Why don't you come home with me tonight. Call your parents."

"With you? That would be really nice. I feel that I can talk to you. I don't think I could stand the expression on my father's face if I told him what happened to me. Forget it. I couldn't tell him in the first place."

"You also need a hug or two, Melinda," Miss Richardson said.

"Oh, I do, Miss Richardson. I do," the little girl exclaimed.

"Tell your folks you are staying at a girlfriend's house."

"You mean you want me to lie to my parents?"

"We don't want them to get the wrong impression, do we?"

Melinda wasn't sure what this meant, but she went along with it anyway. She told her Mommy that she was staying at Muriel Puce's house. This was safe because Melinda's mother hated Muriel's mother, so she would NEVER call to check up on her daughter, or anything like that.

And so they went together to the woman's apartment. Miss Richardson figured Melinda would be a cinch to seduce.

The beautiful blonde woman figured this one was going to be like taking candy from a baby. It would be a cakewalk.

Miss Richardson let the little girl into her cozy flat and – without asking – poured Melinda some wine.

After three glasses of wine Miss Richardson cuddled up beside the little girl on the couch. Melinda didn't seem to mind.

Melinda began to talk to Miss Richardson about the rape in detail.

"I could have saved myself so much pain if only I could have gotten horny," Melinda said in anger.

"Have you ever been horny?"

"No, Miss Richardson."

"That's unusual."

"I guess I am a late bloomer. I have thought a lot about it."

"Would you like to get horny, Melinda?" Miss Richardson asked.

"Very much. But I don't suppose I ever will," Melinda replied.

"But why not? You are only sixteen. It's a little early to give up."

"But I hate men. They are disgusting pigs!" Melinda said with great ire in her little girl voice.

"Perhaps you need a woman's touch to get your fire burning. Have you ever thought about making love with a woman?"

"No, ma'am."

"Does the idea disgust you?"

"Not at all."

"How does it feel when I touch you here?" Miss Richardson said. She pushed her fingers inside the little girl's blouse and lightly stroked her nipple.

"Oh my," Melinda said.

"Good?"

"Very. Rub a little harder. Ummmmm, that's even better," Melinda said.

"See that? You are a sensuous being. I can make you horny. I can make your body scream with pleasure, Melinda. I am a lesbian and I am skilled in these ways. If you don't let me turn you on, then maybe you are right. Maybe you never will know the joys of passion."

Miss Richardson pushed her hand up under the little girl's skirt and began to rub lightly at her sweet inner thighs with the tips of her fingernails.

"Is your pussy still sore?"

"No, Miss Richardson."

"You are completely healed?"

"I think so. Only the emotional scars remain," Melinda said.

"Well, I think I can do something about that," Miss Richardson said.

"I think I would like that. I think I would like that very much."

"Have you ever been kissed passionately, Melinda?"

"No. Never. I never even thought about it. Until now."

"How do you feel now?" Miss Richardson queried with great interest.

"I can't think of anything else but getting kissed," Melinda said. These were the words Miss Richardson wanted to hear.

And so they pressed their mouths together. The second Melinda's lips were touched they became living things.

They necked for a long time and then undressed. They moved into the bedroom. Melinda could feel her pussy getting wet and swollen. She figured she had been meant to make it with women all along. All the masked rapist did was point that fact out for her.

Miss Richardson told the little girl to get on her back on the bed and to relax. Melinda did not feel nervous at all. Miss Richardson touched and kissed her all over. Her pussy began to boil. Miss Richardson put her face between Melinda's cunt, the same cunt the masked rapist had raped so brutally, and began to lick gingerly. She licked for a long time before getting to the clit. But the little girl was shocked by the intensity of her sensations by that time and she was writhing violently on the bed, moaning and groaning with her absolute pleasure. Miss Richardson licked and sucked at the little girl's clit until she came blissfully.