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story_codes: MMM/g(11), rape

story_intro: Young Margot relishes the peacefulness of church as a refuge from the loud and often grating world around her. But while working home from church one day, her trnaqu8ility is shattered by a trio of abductors who introduce the fragile preteen to frightening carnal depravity from which prayers cannot delver her.




story_language: English



For I Have Sinned

Written by madvlad


	Shortly after the bells rang, a flood of students poured down the front steps of St. Leo's Catholic School, most headed for the buses on the curb while smaller numbers went for the waiting cars of their parents. A handful of kids lived close enough to walk.

	One of the last group paused at the bottom of the steps, turning her head toward the towering stone edifice of the St. Leo's church that ran the school. She was a slight girl of eleven with dark hair and dark eyes that made her fair complexion seem all the whiter. Margot walked over and climbed the steps into the church.

	After a brief pause to take in the atmosphere, she entered the nave, selecting a pew in the back where she could sit quietly. She loved the cool interior with afternoon sunlight passing through the stained glass in soft rays. Regarding the polished wood of the pew, Margot reflected on how many prayers had been said here by so many different people in the decades-old history of St. Leo's.

	This might have been considered unusual for a young girl just starting the sixth grade, but Margot had always felt a strong affinity for the church for as a long as she could remember. The loudness of popular music and other modern entertainment were harsh to the young girl. She much preferred the quietness of church life. Since the school year had begun less than a month ago, Margot had been closely watching the nuns and found herself considering their calling as her path in life. The simplicity and peace of that existence held the fascination of the girl - much more so that the attraction of boys that some of her long-time friends had been shockingly musing about.

	More and more, Margot wished for the life of a nun, free of boys and the mysteries of fashionable clothes and everything that was so loud. And to her mortification, Margot's introspection had led her to realize that she was envious of the sisters who taught at the school. She had immediately come to the church after that school day and confessed her sin of envy to Father McNally.

	After a half hour, Margot got up from the pew and left the church. On the other side of it was an old office building that had been closed for three years. She knew from hearing her parents talk that St. Leo's wanted to purchase it and tear the old eyesore down and replace it with something else - an annex for the community center, a garden, and some other suggestions. But legal wrangling over the estate of the deceased owner left the building moldering and vacant in an otherwise good neighborhood. 

	So Margot was surprised when she saw three men casually exiting the building as she was passing by.

	"Hey, there you are," one of the men said as the trio approached the girl.

	Margot stopped, confused by the friendly nature of the man who acted as if she was familiar to him.

	"I'm sorry, mister," she said. "Do I know you?"

	Margot felt a prickle on the back of her neck as the man's two companions stood on either side of her and just a little back as if slowly surrounding her.

	"You do, now," he said cheerfully. "I'm Archie, this is Gary, and Lance is on the other side. We know you - you're the Church Girl. We've been watching you a lot. Do you have a name or should we just call you Church Girl?"

	"M-margot," she replied before remembering she shouldn't talk to strangers - even if they had just introduced themselves. She shouldn't be rude, but she didn't like how she was being crowded. If Archie noticed her discomfort, he made no sign as he continued chatting.

	"Something we've noticed about these few blocks around here. After the buses and cars leave after school, it's dead quiet. Hardly any traffic at all for a good hour before rush hour starts. Have you ever noticed that?"

	Too nervous to speak, Margot quickly shook her head.

	"Yeah, it's true," Archie confirmed. "But what we've been really hoping for was a moment like this when there's no one at all in sight. Do you know why?"

	Again, Margot shook her head.

	"Guys, let's show her," Archie said.

	Lance's hand clamped over Margot's mouth from behind as his other arm snaked across her middle. As she started to scream into the smothering hand, she was lifted and carried into the office building. She finally started to struggle as she was carried downstairs but only succeeded in slipping just enough in Lance's arms so that his hand was gripping one of her small breasts through her blouse and bra.

	Although the neighborhood was respectable, the basement of the office building had become, via a broken lock, a haven for all kinds of illicit activities. Broken bottles, syringes, and other paraphernalia littered the floor and graffiti covered the walls and the office furniture that was scattered about. Battery powered lights were set up in one area.

	Lance tossed Margot face down on a desk, making her blue school skirt flip up over her back. She tried to push it back into place, but Gary seized her wrists and held them in front of her while Lance groped her from behind. The man squeezed her ass cheeks through her white cotton panties, making Margot scream.

	"We're below ground and the building walls are thick, so no one is going to hear you," Archie advised the girl as he slipped a hand under her long hair and caressed the back of her neck. "But it will start to get annoying to us and you don't want to do that."

	Archie punctuated his statement with a hard grip on her neck. Margot went still, sniffling and weeping as Lance pushed the seat of her underpants up to fondle the satiny skin of her buttocks.

	Archie let go of Margot's neck and watched as Lance continued to play with the preteen's firm little ass. The material was now wedged between her buttocks, allowing Lance to pinch and caress her bare skin.

	"How old are you Margo?" he asked. "Ten? Eleven?"

	"E-eleven," she croaked. 

	"Huh, you've got a great looking ass for an eleven year-old. Of course, it's sinful to be showing it off like that, you naughty little girl."

	That made Margot cry a little harder, much to the men's amusement. She was frightened and ashamed. Never having thought about something like this at all, she was conflicted about her involvement in the sin. She certainly was on lewd display, but it wasn't as if she was responsible for it. But then her molestation continued.

	Archie took over for Lance, manhandling the child's bottom for a minute before sliding his hand edgewise between her legs, jamming the side of his forefinger against her cunny mound and sliding back and forth over the thin cotton. Margot squirmed at this new humiliation, but the man did not stop.  He continued rubbing her soft, pliant mons, allowing his thumb to dig into her ass cleft every time he shoved his hand forward. 

	"Have you grown any hair down there, yet?" he asked.

	"W-what?"

	"On your cunt - do you have any hair?"

	When she didn't reply, Archie was bemused rather than irritated. The meek child probably didn't know what "cunt" meant. 

	"I mean, right here," he said, giving an extra hard shove against her panty-covered snatch.

	Margot's face colored. Her mother had spoken about her body's development after Margot could no longer hide what was growing on her chest. Margot was embarrassed by both her breasts and the talk, but knew her mother meant well. But the idea of getting hair down there was so strange and, again, embarrassing. But it was worse that this stranger was demanding to know although Margot knew by now she'd better answer.

	"No," she replied.

	"Well, it doesn't mean it can't be used. In fact, the three of us love a bald pussy."

	Hot tears of shame flooded down Margot's cheeks as Archie continued to rub her private area. And he was starting to dig his fingertip into her cleft - a place she knew was sinful to touch. But even more alarming was the reaction of her body that overrode her fear. Archie laughed as he made his announcement.

	"Margot's getting wet. It looks like we have a horny little church mouse with us, gentlemen. Isn't lust a sin, Margot? Oh yes, it is."

	Margot wondered why her body was reacting this strange way. She hated his touch there but she couldn't deny the heat and the moisture building up inside.

	"Let's see how her titties like getting touched," Gary suggested.

	"A capital idea," Archie agreed as he and Gary rolled the girl over. "And look how wet her panties are in front. I'm beginning to see her cunt."

	Margot squeezed her eyes shut as Archie's manipulations continued but then Lance growled at her and told them to keep them open. He pulled her blouse apart in front, sending the buttons skittering over the trash on the floor. Her exposed torso was milky white with a tiny bra protecting her modesty there. 

	Lance produced a knife, holding it in the light so Margot could see the razor sharp edge. Then he placed the cold metal against Margot's skin, slowly sliding the blade up under the middle of her bra before slicing through it. 

	Gary released her wrists, knowing the terrified girl would not try to use her hands now. He pushed the cups of Margot's bra - barely larger than a training bra - off on either side to expose the eleven year-old's young breasts. Since she was on her back, Margot's mounds were lying a little flat. But the firmness did produce two rounded swellings that Gary promptly covered with his hands as he kneaded them.

	After come general molestation, he toyed with the pink nipples, plucking at them until they stiffened. Archie clucked as he noticed the reaction.

	"More lustfulness," he remarked. "You must be terribly ashamed."

	Margot was, and it only got worse as she could hear the goopy sounds from her crotch.  Then Gary and Lance bent over her chest, each man sucking and chewing on her sprouting breasts. This continued until Archie announced it was time to move on.

	"Lance, will you do the honors?" he asked.

	Lance slipped the knife under one side of Margot's panties, cutting about halfway through before he withdrew the blade. Then he went to the other side, doing the same thing. His teasing cuts amplified Margot's terror and he prolonged it by making smaller cuts on either side, going back and forth until at last he had sliced all the way through. He placed the knife on the desk, giving her a look that said he'd use it again if needed. Intimidated, Margot only cried as the remains of her underwear were pulled away.

	The eleven year-old's pussy was perfectly smooth, her labia shiny from her involuntary lubrication. Then her blouse and skirt were pulled from her, leaving her wearing only her black leather shoes and blue knee socks as Archie parted her legs.

	"Have you ever seen a cock?" he asked as he unzipped his pants. 

	Judging from Margot's shocked reaction, she certainly hadn't. Archie and the others laughed. Despite her meekness, Gary and Lance had to hold her down when Archie pushed the head of his prick against her hairless cleft.

	Archie pushed, feeling Margo's inner labia reluctantly expanding as the girl pleaded in sobbing gasps for him to stop. He did pay attention to those, enjoying her begging for a moment. Then he shoved hard into her, feeling the momentary resistance of her maidenhead before that ripped away. Margot's screams were only background noise as he plowed into the eleven year-old's virgin twat. 

	She was tight as a good little church girl should be, her heat rising with the addition of the blood from her ruptured hymen. Along with the induced moisture from Archie's manipulations, the new liquid made her good and slippery. With Margot now properly primed, Archie fucked her in earnest, thrusting into her preteen snatch, enjoying the grip of the deflowered girl's tunnel on his cock.

	From the moment her innocence was torn apart, Margot's agony was unimaginable. The sharpness of the initial pain was gone, but now that hard thing punching into her threatened to split her open. She struggled to breathe as each thrust drove the air from her and the straining muscles and tissues below her belly practically screamed from their abuse. 

	She had no idea how much time had passed before the man suddenly pressing hard into her as something new invaded her body. It came in surges, driving more deeply into her until she sickly realized (in her nave grasp of procreation) that he was trying to make a baby with her.

	Archie saw the look of horror on Margot's face as he pumped his sperm into the eleven year-old's womb. When he was finished, he remained inside her a little longer while he idly toyed with one soft preteen breast. 

	"You're not a virgin anymore, Margot. And it's long before your wedding day. That makes you a very sinful little slut."

	His words bored into Margot as hurtfully as his prick had. She sobbed freely, feeling him pull out of her and then flinched as she felt the flow of rape fluids draining from her cunt. 

	"Well, as they say," Archie continued. "In for a penny, in for a pound. So Gary's going to pound you next."

	Margot shook her head, babbling for mercy as Gary took his place between her stained thighs. His cock plunged into the bubbling recesses of her fresh young twat and Margot's ordeal began anew. When it was Lance's turn, he seemed to take particular pleasure in ramming her hard, cruelly gripping her immature hips as he battered her pussy until his hot seed was violating her.

	When he was done, he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her off the desk, sending her tumbling to the floor. Then he pulled her to her knees as Archie approached her. Just inches from her eyes was his penis, still dripping blood and semen from her first rape. 

	"It's feeding time," Archie announced. "Open wide."

	Margot turned her head away, only to see Lance tapping his fingers on the desk just inches from the knife. She turned back to Archie and opened her mouth. She shuddered at the taste of the fluids on his member. The thing quickly stiffened in her mouth and through warnings and instructions, she began to suck her first dick.

	"I believe cock sucking is a sin, too," Archie remarked. "Unless you're an altar boy doing a priest, that is. What do you think, Margot?"

	Margot didn't reply, feeling hollow in her stomach as her mouth slid back and forth along Archie's prick.

	"Ah, that's right. It's probably a sin to talk with your mouth full," Archie said amiably. "Good for you - you've avoided at least one sin this afternoon. But it will be a very long night, so full of temptation, you know."

	When he ejaculated, he held Margot's head fast, forcing the girl to swallow most of his cum. But when he withdrew, Margot coughed the rest of it out, leaving a slimy trail on her face. Her respite was brief as Gary promptly fed her his dick. As her lips and tongue serviced one of her rapists, Margot took a little comfort that, despite the disgusting thing she was doing, they were at least leaving her other place alone.

	As if reading her mind, Lance lifted her by the hips until her upper body was horizontal. This allowed Gary to run his dick into her throat, making Margot struggle and gag until she could get used to it. Once she settled down, a new burst of pain erupted in her as Lance drove his cock into her sore little pussy.

	And so it continued into the evening. The men took turns with Margot, foully using the eleven year-old in ones and twos and filling her mouth and cunny with their cocks before saturating her again and again. The easily handled her slender body, holding her in various positions while they slid their pricks in and out of her small, dripping orifices. Her preteen breasts were crushed and pinched, leaving them as tender and bruised as her throat and pussy were.

	As before, Lance seemed to enjoy her pain the most. The first time she had Gary in her mouth, he had brutally fucked her from behind. With her impaled on his dick, he moved his hands to capture her tiny mammaries as they hung down to the complete, if very modest fullness of their size. His rough fingers twisted the little mounds so hard Margot feared he was trying to take them off. But the thrusting meat both front and back was a constant reminder of her other simultaneous abuses. 

	Another time, he took her while he stood with her legs around his waist. He held her ass, driving her throbbing, gooey little pussy up and down on his hard-on while he feasted on her budding titlets with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

	At last, the men were sated, leaving Margot lying in a heap on the floor.

	"Pizza run?" Gary suggested.

	"Good idea," Archie said as he fished the keys to the van from his pocket. "Margot, do you want anything special on your pizza?"

	When the girl didn't answer, he simply shrugged.

	"She's probably not hungry after all the cock she ate," he remarked before he turned back to Margot. "Gluttony is a sin, too. I saw that once on TV."

	As he and Gary started to leave, Gary turned and bent down over Margot.

	"Hey, kid. Have you ever been to South America?"

	Puzzled by the question, Margot looked at him and shook her head.

	"Well, you'll be there soon."

	"And don't worry about a passport," Archie added. "We know some Customs people in Argentina who will let you in for the mere price of a gang bang. They're quite reasonable that way."

	After they left, Margot lay there, trying to figure out what they meant by her going to South America. Despite what the recent long hours of defilement had wrought, the girl didn't understand what the term "gang bang" meant, although she suspected by now it would not be something she would want. What would she do in Argentina, anyway? She only wanted to go home where she never worried about or even knew of the things she had experienced tonight.

	Her thoughts were interrupted when Lance yanked her up by the arm. 

	"The guys went to this place across town, so it will easily be an hour before they get back," he told her. "And I have an idea of how we can pass the time."

	He roughly pushed her onto the desk. Margot yelped as her sore breasts were crushed against the hard surface. Then she felt Lance's fingers digging at her pussy, mining the semen in there. She lay limply as he smeared the stuff between her small buttocks until he jabbed a finger into her asshole. 

	"Gotta lube you up," he grunted as he worked his finger inside her. 

	It was just one thing too many. When he pulled his finger out, Margot tried to scramble off the desk. Lance yelled out and threw himself on top of her. The action sent the desk crashing over on its side and the man and girl tumbled to the floor. Lance's knife narrowly missed Margo's fingers as it fell, panicking the girl a little more.

	But Lance though her futile escape attempt was funny. He yanked his pants to his knees and grabbed Margot by the waist, pulling her rear up. She struggled with newfound strength and determination, but efforts ended abruptly when the man's prick ripped into her. Margot screamed shrilly as her anus tore but Lance only laughed harder as he wedged his hardness into her virgin ass, driving her flat on the floor once more.

	His sodomy was violent as he put all of his might into his actions. Margot's hands moved weakly over the floor, trying to find any purchase to pull away. Her fingers found the knife and she gripped it, but Lance's bulk on top of her prevented her from swinging at him. She could only lie on the floor, enduring the cock plunging in and out of her. In front of her face, almost touching her nose was an odd-looking narrow rubber sock. The raped child did not know what a condom was.

	Lance got to his knees and pulled her up with him. Her chest was on the floor but her rear was just at the right height. Content, he kept plugging away in the girl's tight bottom.

	Margot's eyes filled as she bore the fiery pain. Lance added to her misery by informing her that sodomy was also a sin. But it never bothered him as he enjoyed ass-raping the eleven year-old until he spewed his seed into her tortured rectum.

	"There you go," he said as he pulled out, admiring the mix of red and white flowing from her violated young ass. "I always say that a girl hasn't been properly fucked until she's been 'Lanced'. Get it?"

	Margot was suddenly aware that she was still holding the knife. With a cry of fury that she'd never have believed she could possess, she whirled around, ignoring the pain below her waist as she slashed at the man.

	Surprised, Lance lurched backward on his knees. The tip of the knife sliced into his pubic hair, deeply cutting the skin just by the base of his penis.

	"My dick!" he screamed in an oddly high voice.

	The shock of Margot's sudden attack and the blood on his groin made him panic, believing she had struck his member. He tried to stand up but his lowered pants made him stumble backward. He crashed into the desk, the back of his head catching a corner.

	Margot had already dropped the knife and was staring at the man as he lay bleeding from his head and groin. He was still and Margot realized she could escape. 

	In her muddled mind, she decided she must get dressed for fear of other people seeing her in this state. Her bra and panties were in ruins but she retrieved her torn blouse and skirt. She stood up, groaning pitifully from the pain and the trickles running down her legs from her two abused holes down there. Her lips were chaffed and her mouth tasted foul from its use as well. 

	As she started to put on her skirt, Lance moaned once. Margot grabbed the knife again, watching him. She held onto it as she struggled with her clothes, wondering what she would do if he started to wake up. The weapon in her hand seemed alien; an artifact from a perverse world of blood and unspeakable things. Still, she clutched it desperately while trying to clothe herself.

	Fifteen long minutes later, a small figure in tattered clothing lurched from the building.

	In the sacristy, Father Michael McNally readied himself for hearing confession. There were many parishioners who worked in the evenings, including policemen and nurses. So he re-opened the church at 10 pm three weeknights every week so that those people would be welcome to pray or meditate or give confession.

	He had just come from the home of a family, trying to give them comfort over their missing daughter. Father McNally was especially troubled by Margot's disappearance. She was a particularly gentle soul and despite his prayers, he feared the worst. The police had been to the church earlier in the day, but there was little he could tell them except that she was definitely not the kind of girl who would run off on some frivolous whim. If she were to run away from home, the first place she would come would have been the church.

	He forced the thoughts of Margot from his mind, knowing full well he had others in his flock who needed his attention. And he had to be in the right frame of mind when he was in the confessional. The church was still empty as the evening shift people were just starting to get off work when he took his seat in his booth. A few minutes later, he heard someone enter and he raised his hand to the partition.

	Margot heard the panel sliding and moved on the wooden seat. She flinched, partly from the pain but also from the feel of more fluid oozing from her, soaking through her skirt and onto the seat. Such a thing felt like a desecration.

	"Any time now," came Father McNally's voice. It was calm and without reproach.

	Margot tried to speak but her lips quivered uncontrollably. When she tried again, she could control them but could not make her voice work. Her vocal chords felt as if they had been scraped raw after her last desperate screams when Lance's hand had clutched her ankle as he awoke with sudden fury. 

	She wrung her hands, both of them still sticky with Lance's blood.

	"F-forgive me, Father," she managed at last. "For I have sinned."




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