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Filename: basesloa.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), anal, rape

story_intro: Eight year-old Corrie is forced to take shelter in the snack bar at a recreational park when a rainstorm washes through. In the isolation of the storm, the man who runs the place, Jim, takes advantage of the situation to bring some of his darker desires to life.

story_language: English




Bases Loaded: Bottom of the First

Written by madvlad


	The clouds were rolling in pretty heavily over the sports park, but Jim was inordinately pleased to see only one customer at the batting cages. At his snack stand, baseball and softball players would pay him for tokens to use in the cages where they would practice against the coin-fed pitching machines. Like clockwork and regardless of the threatening weather, the small figure on the bicycle came rolling past the ball fields and up to the cage area.

	At first look, Corrie could be mistaken for a boy. She had a love for sports and was quite good at softball, having recently played on a team with girls that were all older than her. Eschewing braids or ponytails, her brunette hair was short and was usually graced with a baseball cap. The eight year-old's figure was lean and quite boyish. It was only the long eyelashes which framed her dark eyes and the precociously full lips that hinted at a more feminine nature.

	"Hi Jim!" she called as she dismounted from her bike.

	Jim automatically pulled the aluminum bat she always used from the rack and set it on the wooden counter with a clunk. The girl approached with a three crumpled dollar bills she had pulled from her bike bag. Each token was a dollar and was good for ten pitches from the machine. As usual, Jim added a couple of additional tokens, telling her that he was "putting it on your tab".

	As he watched her step into the cage, Jim heard the distant thunder. Corrie was undeterred, feeding the first token in the machine. He stroked himself through his pants as he watched her trim form moving about. Today, she was dressed in a pair of black bicycle shorts and a matching crop tank top that showed off her bare midriff.

	Corrie thought it made her look very athletic because that's what a lot of women wore when they competed. The thin clothing molded itself to her body so as not to flap about to interfere with her movements.

	Jim appreciated her outfit for its aesthetic value. The top showed off her completely titless chest and the shorts seemed to bunch her ass a bit more tightly (if that was possible as he had ogled her firm little rump under more regular shorts on other occasions). The bottoms also clung beautifully to her thin but well-toned legs and, when Corrie was positioned just right, gave Jim a tantalizing glimpse of the outline her cunny mound.

	Alone in the cages with her audience of one, Corrie took her practice swings. She ignored the sprinkling of rain, but when it turned into a downpour shortly into her last token, she ran for the over of the awning over Jim's counter.

	"Sorry about the rain-out," Jim said amiably. "Why don't you come around through the side door and have a seat? This looks like it's going to last for a while."
Corrie ran out from the awning and came barreling through the door on the side of the small building. She took her hat off and brushed the water from her hair.

	"Thanks," she said. "Do you really think it will stay like this for long?"

	"Yup, at least that's what the forecast said."

	Corrie leaned against the counter, setting her chin on her forearms as she gloomily surveyed the weather. The position made her ass jut out a little more and Jim could feel his perspiration. Checking to confirm that there was no one else about, he moved behind the girl and put a hand between her shoulder blades. He had always dreamed of something like this for thirty years since his adolescence, but this was the first time he had dared to act on his desires outside of certain websites.

	"You know, Corrie. I think it's time to pay up on your tab," he said softly.

	Corrie turned her head to look at him, confused.

	"But I thought you were joking. I don't have any money. I-I'm sorry, I never..."

	"Shh, it's alright," he said calmly, rubbing the girl's back. "There's another way you can pay me."

	"How?"

	"With that sweet little ass you're always showing off!"

	Jim might not have been very athletic, but he was quite big and more than a match for a small eight year-old. Grabbing Corrie, he threw her on the table he used for food preparation. It was waist high on him, which was perfect for his plans. Corrie screamed and kicked, but could not keep Jim from pulling her stretchy shorts down her legs. He managed to get one foot out of them and left the garment dangling around her other ankle.

	Corrie was wearing a pair of flowered panties that had come halfway down her butt when Jim was removing her shorts. It left the upper portion of her ass cheeks exposed along with a couple of inches of her rear crack. Taking a knife from his utensil rack, he made quick work of the underwear. Grinning, he held the small panties in the air, the size and flowers so very little girlish while the ragged cuts from his knife told of the violence that was to come.

	Pressing the knife against her throat, he whispered in her ear, "You can scream all you want, 'cause no one's gonna hear you. You can even move around a little, but if you try to run away, I'll get you and there's plenty of places to bury a body around here where no one will ever look."

	Corrie's body shook as she sobbed, but she remained on the table while Jim stepped over to the popcorn machine. Taking a bottle of oil he used when popping corn, he returned to the table. Jim cupped the child's buttocks, marveling at their texture and shape and how utterly squeezable they were. Then he pulled them apart, holding them with one hand while he dribbled oil into her crack.

	"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Corrie?"

	"N-no! Please don't!"

	Corrie thought sounded like a horrible thing. She didn't really know what sex was beyond being something that older kids and adults did. Fucking was a dirty word for sex and doing something like that -whatever it was - in her rear end was too much for her to consider for very long.

	Jim smeared the oil around the small pucker in Corrie's ass. Oil for popping corn or asses - he appreciated a versatile product. Corrie yelped indignantly when Jim poked his finger inside her.

	Chuckling, he said, "You should be thanking me for this. It will make it easier on you."

	"Nooooooo!"

	Satisfied that she was more or less lubed up, Jim stepped out of his shorts and pressed his erection against Corrie's bottom, rubbing all over.

	"Do you know what this is, Corrie? This is a cock. And you're about to know this one up close and personal."

	When Jim pushed the head of his dick against Corrie's bunghole, she bucked and thrashed to avoid him. Although Jim never had any real intention of using the knife as he had threatened, he was not above using a little force to get his way. He cocked his arm back and hammered his fist into her back, making her cry later but also making her lie still.

	He heaved his weight against the little girl, forcing her sphincter to dilate. Given more time, it may have gone more smoothly, but Jim wanted to get inside Corrie's cute bottom now and her anus tore slightly as he finally was able to penetrate her. With her resistance breached, Jim powered his way into the little girl's oily rectum.

	Corrie went silent. The prick ripping into her bowels was like getting punched from the inside and she lost her breath. Her eyes were wide and stinging with tears as she fought for air while the unbelievable pain in her rear burned ever more deeply as Jim jammed his way in.

	At last, Corrie sucked in a huge lungful of air and let it out in a warbling cry as her forced sodomy revved up. Jim was now stroking her bruised innards with full speed, making her slick little ass tunnel pleasure him as his hardness mashed against her coated tissues. Corrie's cries were throaty as she was helpless to do anything else to stop him.

	She nearly lost her breath again as Jim suddenly shoved into her even deeper and then held himself there. To her disgust, something hot and slimy burst inside her ass. Jim seemed satisfied, though, and was content to stop moving inside of her as that wicked thing seemed to soften and shrink.

	"How did you like that, Corrie? Huh?"

	Jim pushed her top up, his fingers finding her nipples before giving them a hard pinch. He laughed when Corrie yelled louder and then gave each one a sharp twist.

	"Are you gonna grow some tits for me there, Corrie? Are you gonna let me be the first to suck 'em and bite 'em and make you beg for more? Yeah, you will, won't you?"

	Carrie's response was unintelligible as the words were mixed with her sobs. Then she felt the thing inside of her grow larger and harder again. Panicked, she tried to crawl off the table, but Jim only laughed as he grabbed her slender hips and jerker her toward him. The movement opened a little more of her bowels, making her scream as Jim pulled out and then returned with a furious, reaming charge.

	"Damn! It's been a long time since I've recovered that quickly! Then again, I've never had such a little whore like you, Corrie. You must want it again real bad."

	Corrie pressed the side of her face against the table, her breathing punctuated by choking sobs as her ass rape continued unabated. The thunder outside seemed to be cheering Jim on as he sodomized his little victim. Now that he had cum once already, he lasted a very long time as he slammed his meat through the eight year-old's hot and gooey ass sheath. When he finally came again, Corrie had been reduced to weeping. She let out a long moan of helplessness as she felt more rape juice soil her body.

	Jim wrenched his dick free of her clasping anus and rolled her over, giggling in an odd, high voice as he saw the accumulated semen drool from the child's savagely used ass. He grinned as he admired her hairless pussy; so pale like her ass and part of her exposed chest as she had unfairly kept them from the warm sun and the hotter stares of people like him. He gripped the childish mound and squeezed, making Corrie shut her eyes in shame.

	"I'll to try your cunt some day, too, Corrie. I know you want me to. I'll bet you'll squirm and groan like a little slut when I bust your cherry. But for now, your ass has made a mess of this place. Get some towels by the sink and clean it up, starting with my dick."

	Jim popped a beer and watched as Corrie got a good look at the tool he had just used in her ass. She was crying non-stop as she cleaned him before he pushed her toward the mess on the table and the floor. The beer was cold and tremendously satisfying as Jim admired Corrie's half-naked figure. She looked even sexier with her ass and legs sticky with the rape fluids. 

	When she was done, she finally became aware of her body's state. She wiped off what she could with the towel, her movements jerky and unfocused, but by now most of it was dried in place. After tugging her top down, she reached for her shredded panties, but Jim told her they were now his. Then she looked around for her shorts before realizing they were still caught on one ankle. She bent down, wincing as her sore bottom protested her movement, and pulled them back in place.

	She looked at Jim fearfully, but he continued to drink his beer as she shuffled out the door. It was still raining and her bike was soaked, but she didn't care. Jim went to the counter and leaned out, calling to her.

	"You'd better not stay away from here or I'll start spreading the word that you're a dirty little girl who loves to take it up the ass."

	He saw her stop and shake, undoubtedly crying again. As she tried to ride her bike, she stopped twice before finally getting herself going - but with her ass off the seat. The rain washed the rest of the residue from her lower body, leaving little signs of her assault swirling in the puddles.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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