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Monday, February 16, 2015

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: jumprope.txt
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story_codes: MMMM/gg (8,8), rape, bondage

story_intro: Despite living in the age of digital entertainment, April and Mandy love playing with their jump ropes. And when the two little girls encounter a group of horny males, they get jumped. And then roped. And then...

story_language: English





Jump Ropes

Written by madvlad


	"I wonder if there's a jump rope video game," Mandy mused, a grin quirking on her round face.

	April laughed, her dark hair swinging as she looked at her friend. The pair of eight year-olds were best friends, living barely a block away from each other. Both of them enjoyed playing different jump rope games and their parents thought it cute that in this age of electronic entertainment, the two children still enjoyed a classic form of entertainment that was decades old.

	"May be we can invent one," April suggested. "You know, even make it an app. We'd be rich by the time we were in fourth grade!"

	Mandy agreed readily, although neither girl knew anything about programming. Still it was a nice dream.

	"Even if we invented it, Grandma would say I still need the exercise," Mandy grumbled as she scratched her short brown hair.

	April gave her friend a quick, pitying glance. Mandy wasn't fat, but she was a bit....stout as she had once overheard her mother describe. Mandy's parents never seemed very concerned, but her grandmother was always harping about the girl's weight, even comparing Mandy to her slender best friend - much to April's chagrin. Stout or not, April's buddy had light feet around twirling ropes - so there.

	Each girl was carrying a jump rope - good ones with solid molded handles - not those cheap hollow ones. As they approached a dry cleaner's that had closed a month ago for renovation, they stopped short of an enormous puddle of goo that covered the sidewalk. 

	"Eww!" April said, wrinkling her nose at the smell. 

	It looked like a few dozen rotten eggs had been smashed on the sidewalk and even in to the street. 

	"It was probably some stupid boys," Mandy opined as April nodded in agreement. Anything disgusting was usually the fault of some stupid boys.

	April looked down the narrow alley between the dry cleaner's and a pottery store.

	"Let's go that way, she suggested. "We can cut through the back lot and come out just past the diner. It will even save us a couple of minutes."

	"Okay," Mandy said. "I don't want to get any of that stuff on my sneakers."

	The two girls walked down the alley, feeling a little chilly as the area blocked the afternoon sun. As they passed a side door to the dry cleaner's, they found the door cracked open.

	"That's odd," April remarked. "My parents said that Mr. Chu was out of town while they were putting in new machines here."

	"Let's take a look," Mandy said, stepping up to the doorway.

	"There's no lights on," April said nervously. "We shouldn't go in."

	"Aw come on. There might be something cool in here," Mandy insisted. "And then we can tell our parents so someone can come and lock the door."

	April reluctantly followed Mandy inside, smelling the lingering order of harsh chemicals. When they were in the middle of the nearly dark room, she stopped.

	"Come on, let's go," she said anxiously.

	"We just got in," Mandy said. "We're not hurting anything. And there's no ghosts or anything like that."

	April mentally chided herself on her lack of enthusiasm, not wanting to spoil Mandy's fun. As she was about to acknowledge that they could stay longer, the floor creaked behind her. Whirling, she only got party way before something slipped over her head. It was a cloth bag of some sort and rough hands grabbed her. She could hear Mandy starting to shout when she suddenly went quiet. 

	Feeling a piece of cold metal against her own throat, April instantly knew why her friend had gone quiet.

	"Make a sound and you're dead," a rough, male voice growled from behind her.

	April stood rock still, not daring to even breathe.

	"Smart kid - now close your eyes," the voice continued.

	April squeezed her eyes closed and felt the bag pulled from her head. Some other cloth was tied over her eyes, blindfolding her. Then her jump rope was taken from her. April didn't understand why until her arms were pulled out in front of her and she felt the rope wrapping around her wrists. 

	With her hands tied and her eyes covered, she was pushed to a wall and told to sit. Another warning dissuaded her from trying to remove her blindfold. There was a click and April could see a vague brightness through the layered cloth - someone had turned on the lights. 

	"That was easy," someone said (April couldn't tell if it was the voice was the same one that had spoken to her.

	"Let's start with the fat one," another voice responded.

	April flushed, indignant for her friend despite her fear. She heard some soft rustling and some whimpering from Mandy.

	"Open wide," a voice said and April heard hard laughter. "Doesn't that taste good?"

	Petrified, April wondered what was happening to her friend.

	"Get her right, yeah, like that," one of the voices said.

	There were more sounds of movement. The voices were murmuring, seemingly excited about something. Then April heard a muffled wail from Mandy.

	"Yeah!" a voice crowed while Mandy continued to scream.

	It sounded to April like her friend might be gagged as the sounds were insistent but lacked sharpness. They gradually grew softer although Mandy continued to sob. April could hear some strange, kind of wet sounds and what might have been flesh smacking flesh. Why were they hitting Mandy? That must have been why she was crying, although April felt like she was about to cry too.

	"Lighten up, bitch," a voice said, apparently speaking to Mandy as the speaker didn't sound like he was facing April. "Chances are that you aren't gonna get laid in high school, anyway, unless some farm boy has a hard-on for pigs. So we're doing you a favor."

	None of that made sense to April as those smacking and odd noises continued until she heard someone - not the still-crying Mandy - groan. The noises stopped as feet shuffled and April heard what she could have sworn was a belt buckle jangling. She shivered; dreading the thought of being whipped with a belt. 

	But the next noises were more of the other ones. Mandy cried harder when they started again, but then her muffled sobs returned in short order. After the noises stopped, they returned twice more. April figured that maybe four men had been hitting Mandy.

	April yelped when a hand suddenly tugged at her arm, pulling her to her feet. She was pulled along, stumbling until she was pushed to her knees.

	"Your friend's a mess. You need to clean her up," one of the voices said. 

	A hand gripped April's long hair in the back, making her wince as she was pushed forward and down. Her face pressed against skin before she was pulled up just a little.

	"Use your tongue and get her clean," the voice commanded while the others snickered.

	When April remained still, the hand twisted her hair, pulling painfully at her scalp. 

	"Lick!"

	Timidly, April stuck her tongue out, finding some plush flesh and tasting something she couldn't identify. It was kind of slimy and sort of like fishy bleach. Her stomach lurched but she swallowed it when told while the hand twisted her hair again. April kept licking and soon tasted a tinge of blood in the mix. Mandy was bleeding!

	April kept licking, her stomach turning from fear and disgust. She didn't understand where she was licking as the contours were hard to identify since she was blindfolded and still somewhat panicked. When she heard a soft moan from Mandy, it sounded different that her earlier cries.

	"That's right. Make her feel good, you little dyke," the voice chortled.

	April was glad that Mandy was feeling better but didn't understand what he meant about dikes - those walls that held water back in places like Holland. She kept licking until she was abruptly pulled away and tossed onto her back.

	"Your turn," a voice announced.

	April struggled as someone pulled her shorts off, but the men just laughed. Sweaty fingers fumbled at her panties and then tugged them off as well. Now naked below the waist, April wept in shame as her privates were now exposed. A hand pulled her lower jaw down and stuffed something in her mouth. It was a balled up piece of cloth. Feeling some elastic fabric there, too, April realized with mortifying clarity that she was gagged with her own panties.

	Someone pulled her shirt up to bare her belly and chest. With her hands tied, the shirt couldn't be removed without ripping it, but the men seemed to be satisfied with as much of her on display as they had. A pair if fingers played with one of her nipples, rubbing it and twisting a bit. The frightened girl's flesh responded automatically and the preteen's nipple stiffened on her otherwise flat chest.

	"Look at this little slut - she likes it," a voice said. 

	"Yeah, she might be hot once she grows some tits. So let's teach her how to put out. You've got first dibs on this one, dude."

	Sam looked at the girl who looked pitiful in her bonds and with her body bared. But his growing erection held no pity and he waited as two of his friends pulled the girl's legs open. She turned her head from side to side, trying to figure out what was happening. She'd learn soon enough.

	Kneeling between the girl's legs, Sam fingered the hairless little cunt with spit soaked fingers. His actions drew a few mewls from the girl who evidently did not enjoy being molested. The prepubescent mound was soft like the other girl's, though not as pudgy which was consistent with her body type. 

	Stretching out over the girl, Sam pushed his prick against the demure slit in the girl's mound. He lunged forward and down, making the girl shriek into her panties, but her small orifice only yielded slightly. Sam paused to take stock of what he was feeling down there. The inner lips were clasping against his head near the top while he could feel something pressed against the tip. He realized he was feeling her cherry, which was kind of cool, but not what he really wanted to feel.

	Lurching again, he made the membrane break, feeling the hot liquid kiss of the child's virgin blood as he drove his cock into her pussy. The girl's struggles ceased although she made some odd, gasping noises as Sam pounded into her reluctant young twat.

	April's virgin passage stretched violently as she was pummeled; her screams of no use as the meat completely deflowered her. Something hard was digging deeper and she imagined it would punch into her stomach until her cervix (not that she knew what one was) finally stopped any further progress. She fought for breath and felt a small measure of relief when the hardness withdrew. Then it bored right back in, making her expel her labored breath in another scream. The thing kept moving in and out, stabbing her cruelly.

	Sam pumped in and out of the eight year-old with increasing vigor. With her cherry completely ripped apart, she was getting nice and slick in her tiny snatch. The heated, clutching walls of her immature cunt against Sam's cock made the rape blissfully intense for him. She didn't like it, but that wasn't Sam's problem. The other girl had drained his balls once, so he was able to last longer in this one and he pleasured himself for a good fifteen minutes inside the little girl's virgin twat hole until he erupted; his surging wad defiling the child's womb. 

	April squealed at the hot gush of something filling her body.

	His prick was dripping and red when he pulled out - this kid had bled more than the other but she didn't seem to be in any urgent medical crisis from it. Unless having a hard cock ripping into a prepubescent twat was a crisis, but for Sam it was just a good time. 

	One of his friends pushed into the girl, making much of the fluids from her defloration squirt out of her tender little pussy and further stain the baldness there. She was messier there with crimson-tainted jism when his friend finished with her. By the time the other two were done, the girl's crotch and thighs were sticky with rape juice, although she didn't seem to be bleeding any more. 

	One of the guys grabbed Mandy by her hair and dragged her over to April. Yanking the panties from Mandy's mouth, he repeated the orders that April had been given after Mandy's gang bang had been finished. Mandy shuddered at what she would have to do, having felt April's tongue on her cunny perhaps an hour ago. But part of that had felt comforting, even a little exciting although the eight year-old didn't understand why. None of what happened made any sense. Taking a breath, she began to caress and clean her best friend.

	April jerked at the new touch on her violated privates. Remembering what she had been made to do, she moaned in humiliation as she now understood where she had been licking. Out of embarrassment, she wanted Mandy to stop, but the other girl's tongue on her smooth snatch was soothing.

	After they made Mandy stop, the girls were untied at the wrists and then forced against each other with Mandy's plump belly mashed against April's flat tummy. Then there arms were wrapped around each other and retied, but a little loose. This left a length of each jump rope available for the next degradation. Sam took the loose end of the rope that had April tied and pushed the solid handle against the chubby, hairless lips of Mandy's twat. Mandy groaned as he pushed it inside of her. A similar warble of torment from April marked the insertion of Mandy's rope handle into the other girl.

	"You should be loose enough to get out of this," one of the group said to the girls. "But if you can't, don't worry. The contractors should find you here in the morning."

	Receding footsteps marked the group's departure. Mandy and April jerked and struggled, grunting in anguish and frustration. Their movements also made the jump rope handles stir in each other's little twats. Mandy managed to free a wrist and pulled her blindfold off. 
As April still had her mouth stuffed, Mandy removed the panties and then the blindfold. 

	The little girls were face to face, eyes wide in fright and embarrassment and their mouths smeared with fuck juices from each other's pussies. They were keenly aware of their nakedness pressed against each other. Mandy could do little else until April freed one hand as well so she could take her arms from around Mandy.

	They rolled apart and gingerly sat up. April realized their final predicament first. Her jump rope was still tied around one wrist and the other end was jammed in Mandy's cunt. Mandy's eyes followed her rope to where it disappeared between the bald folds of April's cunny. Wordlessly, the two friends carefully extracted the handles from each other, the snugness of their very young twats making it a little difficult. 

	With painful movements they got dressed, grimacing as their spit-wet panties pressed against their sticky little mounds. 

	"I'm sorry," April whispered as they walked home. "I didn't know where I was licking you and...and..."

	"It's okay," Mandy said. "It kind of felt good before they made you stop. Did I...did I make you feel a little good?"

	April blushed as she nodded, wondering why licking in such a naughty way would do that. It was embarrassing, but at least that was one part that hadn't hurt. At Mandy's house, they exchanged quiet good-byes and then stared until they hugged each other for reassurance.

	Alone in her bedroom, Mandy looked at her jump rope, focusing on the handle that had been inside April. She had felt a little good again when they were trying to get free and April's handle had moved inside of her. She wondered if April had felt the same. Regarding the sticky handle, the pudgy little girl found herself intrigued by what it might smell like, or even taste like. 

	Pressing the tip of her tongue against the handle, she tasted the icky stuff from those men, but also something different. Something that must have been from April. She thought of her friend and how she might feel good if Mandy were to put the handle in her and move it just right. Mandy had discovered the joys of tickling herself between her legs in the bath about a year ago but had been too shy to tell even April. She had never considered that her finger could go inside, but now she knew better, even if the lesson had been harsh. 

	Sliding her hand down her shorts and inside her panties, she worked a finger into her throbbing slit. She was careful, still feeling sore. But she also liked feeling her finger in there, probing and finally rubbing. As she did this, she stared at the handle that had been in April's quim. She imagined putting it back in her friend, but carefully so April would feel good, moving it in and out like she was doing with her finger as she found a strange new wetness beginning in her sex. Closing her eyes, she experimented further with her finger while images of April filled her mind.

	April finally left the bathroom after using a wet washcloth to clean the nasty stickiness from where she had been assaulted. As she entered the kitchen where her family was sitting down to dinner, her head still swam as she replayed the events of that afternoon. It was scary and it had hurt, but she was glad it was over. As she walked past her older brother, he gave her long hair a playful swat from behind like he often did just to tease her. 

	This sometimes annoyed April a little, but it felt so normal that she was actually glad he had did it. Despite the scariness of her ordeal, life was normal again.

	Sam grinned as his little sister sat carefully in her chair. Now that her little cunt had been reamed, he was looking forward to more fun in the future with her and her chubby friend.


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