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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: sewerrat.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(7), first, oral, anal, rape

story_intro: When seven year-old Suzy falls asleep on the bus, she waked up in a strange part of town. Frightened and lost, she is snatched and put to some very nasty use. Poor Suzy is in for a very long and hard night.

story_language: English




Sewer Rats - Non-Consensual Version

Written by madvlad


	Amid the gleeful shouts of other children freed from the day's confinement in school, Suzy trudged onto the bus without a word, wearily finding an empty seat before slumping hard into it. Normally, the seven year-old was as boisterous as the others, but she had developed a low-grade fever during the day. She hadn't complained, only sitting quietly as the clock hands trudged toward the time for the dismissal bell.

	As she leaned against the window, the cool glass felt comforting against her flushed cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment...

	With a hiss of brakes and the creaks of the transmission settling into Park, the bus driver settled his vehicle into its spot. When returning the school bus to the compound at the end of the day, he was required to make an inspection of the interior, cleaning up and litter and the like. But a buddy of his had some tickets for tonight's basketball game and they were meeting early for beers. If any of the little twerps left a wad of chewing gum on a bus seat, then hopefully they would be the ones to sit on it tomorrow morning. The driver had better things to do.

	Suzy awoke fitfully, staring blearily as she straightened in her seat. Her hair was a darker brown where her sweat had plastered it to her head while she was leaning against the window. The bus was strangely quiet and the girl's pulse quickened as she saw by the longer shadows that it was much later in the afternoon. Outside, there were rows of school buses filling the huge lot. Evidently, this was where the buses were kept, but Suzy had no idea where this was.

	By the time she exited the bus, she was crying, unsure of what to do next. Calling out didn't help as no one answered. There was a wide gate locked with a chain, but Suzy could open it just enough to squeeze her slender body through. She looked all over at the vacant streets and empty warehouses on the block where the school district had been able to cheaply purchase land for its bus compound. Sniffling, Suzy walked away in search of assistance. Surely there was some nice grown-up who would help her.

	Mike latched the control box for the traffic signal shut. The gasket on the door was old and had disintegrated, allowing rain in and creating the ground that was causing random havoc on the system in this old part of town. The newer systems were built better and easier to troubleshoot, but Mike and his crew, Nick and Lonnie, had a good feel for where the likely problems could be on the old stuff.

	Mike grinned as he went to the city utility van. They could milk this job all night, finally replacing the bad relay and installing a new gasket once they found of the problem after "hours of painstaking searching". That left the three of them free to enjoy their favorite mutual hobby - kiddy porn. The nastier the stuff, the better it was. 

	The other two had already set up a "viewing lounge" in one of the underground utility access points. They knew they would go undisturbed because who in their right mind would wander into a sewer?

	As Mike removed his tool belt, he heard a small voice crying on the other side of the van. Cautiously, he tip-toed around and saw a little girl, obviously frightened and probably lost. At first, Mike didn't know why a youngster would be in a neighborhood like this but then he remembered the bus compound a few blocks away. The kid must have missed her stop or something and rode all the way back here unnoticed. 

	Despite her disheveled hair and red puffiness of her brown eyes, the kid looked cute enough. She was wearing a red and pink striped shirt with a pink skirt and a pair of thin red leggings underneath it. Mike loved how those things molded themselves to the contours of little girls' legs. Best of all were the rare glimpses he managed when they were playing or seated so that he could gaze at their tightly clad features beneath the skirt. 

	Mike was thinking about how he could get a better look at this kid when he considered maybe even copping a feel or two. Neither he nor his friends had ever gone beyond looking, but a quick check showed no one about. But what about doing something more? 
Mike's ardor was up after having seen some stills from the video that Nick had recently acquired. They were planning on watching it tonight and it featured a girl billed as being seven years old. This kid by his van looked to be about the same age.

	Mike quickly ducked around the van and grabbed what he needed before returning to where he could see the girl. Another check showed no one else about. 

	Suzy had started to turn her head when she heard the crunch of a footstep near her. But before she could see who it was, a hand clamped around her mouth and she was dragged around the van. She squirmed desperately but froze when a harsh voice spoke to her.

	"Keep fighting and you'll really get hurt."

	Suzy was too frightened and too ill to do anything else but meekly reply. The hand left her mouth, but a blindfold was quickly tied over her face. A cloth was stuffed in her mouth and another was tied in place to keep the first one there. Suzy panicked briefly as she struggled to breath, but was able to do so once she started breathing through her nose. By that time, she realized that something thin and tough was biting into her wrists where her hands had been tied behind her.

	Mike dumped the girl into the van, satisfied with his work. They always had plenty of rags on hand for cleaning their tools and one tie wrap had put the kid's hands out of play. Whistling a happy tune, Mike hopped in the van and drove to where another one was parked. 

	A manhole cover had been removed with sawhorses and yellow tape surrounding the opening. Yellow lights flashed from the sawhorses, warning passersby to keep their distance. Peering down into the hole, Mike yelled out.

	"Found the problem - another wet box."

	"Fuckin' A," Nick's voice called back. "Are you ready for some perverted fun now? I've got everything set up."

	"Maybe we can save it for another night," Mike replied. "I've got something better."

	"Bullshit!" Lonnie grinned, his black face staring up at Mike. "Get your pedo ass down here!"

	"In a minute. Be prepared to catch something."

	"What the fuck?" Nick asked, only getting a shrug in reply from Lonnie.

	"Look what I caught," Mike said as he hauled Suzy over the hole.

	"Shiiiiiiit!" Lonnie growled. "Are you...?"

	"She was a clean snatch," Mike assured him.

	"I'll bet she has a clean snatch, too," Nick said as he joined Lonnie. "Clean of any hair."

	Holding Suzy by one arm, he awkwardly lowered her into the hole, her body tilting. But two pairs of eager hands were waiting when Mike let go, and caught their captive prize. Mike scrambled down the ladder to join his friends.

	"Are you sure about this?" Nick gulped, although he couldn't keep his eyes off the little girl. Suzy's skirt had crumpled around her waist, showing the men the little bulge between her thighs.

	"Come on, we've always talked the talk about doing this," Mike said. 

	"And now it's time we walked the walk," Lonnie agreed. "I'm in."

	"Hell yeah, I want in - in that," Nick said with a goofy chuckle as he jabbed a finger into Suzy's crotch. The little girl squirmed, making the men laugh.

	A quick discussion led to quick action. Suzy's wrists were untied long enough for her shirt to be removed. She cried through her gag, but was helpless as she was lifted up while her wrists were tied to an overhead pipe. The men's hands grasped impatiently at her remaining clothes, yanking them off of her until the little girl was dangling naked.

	"You caught her. You do the honors," Lonnie said to Mike.

	"Yeah, you get first crack at her crack," Nick added.

	Mike's prick was painfully hard as he examined the wriggling girl close up. All three of them had taken pictures with their cell phones, but now it was time for more. He pawed at the small puff of smooth flesh between the child's legs, manipulating her pliant labia and spreading them. He found her clit and rubbed it, making Suzy squeal through her gag, but he couldn't get her wet. Had he been more patient, he could have made her body betray her, but patience was not on the menu tonight. 

	Hawking a gob of spit in his hand, Mike rubbed it into the little girl's twat, lubing her enough for a little exploration. 

	"The kid still has her cherry," he observed. "Hey, Kid. How do you expect to get fucked if you've got a cherry in the way?"

	Suzy's frantic mumbles didn't seem to make much sense, but Mike nodded sagely as if they were crystal clear.

	"I guess you're right," he said as he lowered his pants. "We'll just have to get rid of it."

	By now, humiliation had joined Suzy's fear. She was not only lost, but some mean men had made her all naked. And one of them was touching her private parts, which was a very naughty thing to do. She had heard him spit loudly and then his intruding fingers were rubbing her. She moaned into her gag at the nastiness of his touch. Then his hands were on her hips and something else - she didn't know what - was touching her down there.

	The little girl's cunny pulled open as Mike wedged his cock head inside. For a moment he observed the size of his adult prick against the much smaller child and doubted for a moment whether this would really work. But there was only way to know for sure, wasn't there? Her body heat was incredible around his glans, thanks in part to her fever which Mike knew nothing about. (Nor would he have cared if he had known.)

	"How old are you, Cunny Girl?" he asked while she squirmed with her pussy entrance pushed against the end of his dick. "Are you seven?"

	Suzy nodded, hoping he would stop this bad stuff since she was just a little girl.

	"Hey! I was right on the first try," Mike crowed. "I get a prize!"

	Digging his fingers hard into the little captive's slim hips, Mike lunged with his hips. His cock drove through Suzy's membrane in short order, providing bloody lubrication as he shoved repeatedly into her tiny hole. The seven year-old's virgin cuntlet expanded painfully, muscles tearing slightly as her channel was forced into service years too early.

	Suzy screamed as she was torn, the sounds thin and pitiful through the layers of cloth. After the awful ripping sensation, something hard was hammered between her legs, making things she never knew about explode in agony as the strange hardness invaded her unready sex. As if that wasn't enough, it began to move in and out, punishing her tortured innards as it cruelly rubbed and pressed against them.

	Seven year-old pussy was everything Mike dreamed it was. Hot and wet (thanks to her deflowering) and so incredibly snug as it pulled around his cock. The girl wasn't squirming anymore, just groaning and sobbing into her gag as Mike's bruising prick hammered her twat into submission. It was all too much for him to control for long and Suzy made a queer gurgling sound in her throat as her rapist's jism pulsed into her uterus.

	Mike pulled out, his breath coming in heaves as copious amounts of blood and semen escaped the child's conquered cunt, obscenely painting her satiny thighs. Nick watched, figuring that Lonnie was next. But the black man only stared thoughtfully at the little girl's stretched opening and motioned Nick to go next.

	Nick didn't need a second invitation and quickly jammed his member into the little girl's rape-slicked pussy, making her neck muscles strain as she howled at this new assault. The man drove hard and quick, lashing Suzy's delicate cunny with his meat before defiling her tiny female organs with his pedo sperm.

	After Nick stepped aside, Lonnie watched the fluids draining from the second grader's hideously abused quim. As much as he craved her kiddy cunt, he knew his penis, thicker than the other men's, would really rip this girl apart. Although aroused by the rape, Lonnie didn't want to risk seriously damaging or even killing the tyke. Fortunately, if there was one lesson that pornography of all kinds had taught him, was that there was another hole that could take a larger load.

	Stepping behind the girl, he smeared the rape fluids from her cunny up to her asshole. Then he used more of the vile liquids to lubricate his erection. Suzy did not struggle at this new molestation of her rear end as she was exhausted from her illness and fruitless resistance. But her vocal cords were still working, the sound they produced painfully shrill as Lonnie lanced through her asshole.

	Suzy found new life, but could not prevent her anus from stretching with fiery pain. Her new place of torment enlarged as the man bulled his way into her rectum. The struggling child's bowels seemed to twist around Lonnie's invader, making her anal rape all the more delicious for him. The visual appeal wasn't bad either as he watched his thick black cock driving in and out between the little girl's snow white buttocks. Although Suzy now knew what the final result of all of this brutal thrusting would be, she was no less disgusted by the slimy injection of more semen into her.

	Lonnie didn't consider himself a racist, but he did admit to himself the satisfaction of watching his black man's seed dripping from the savaged, bleeding asshole of a white child. Of course, seeing her bald little quim stretched apart as Mike drove into again was also appealing from a pedo perspective.

	For hours, Suzy hung suspended, the agony of her straining arms and shoulders relieved only when one of the men eased her weight from her limbs when he jammed his prick into one of her bruised little holes. Mike and Nick each tried her ass once, but Lonnie reluctantly kept his dick out of her pussy for fear of what might happen. But her elastic little ass was a fine consolation and he found by adjusting the angle and force of an occasional thrust could still produce an indignant and painful squeal from the girl.

	After several rounds, the men were done. Using Suzy's skirt, they wiped the fluids from her lower body, getting the stuff that hadn't completely dried yet. Nick tossed it into a trash bag where it would be discarded in a dumpster far from their location. Using a knife, Mike sliced Suzy's panties into three pieces, giving each of them a souvenir from their first pedo rape. Then they dressed the girl in her remaining clothing and hauled her back to the van.

	"Count to ten and then you can remove your blindfold," Mike whispered in Suzy's ear. "You'll see a police station three blocks down the road."

	They were still in the rough part of town, but still a few miles away from where Suzy had been abducted and raped. There was no way she could identify her attackers or even the fact that she had been lowered into a sewer for her assault. She couldn't even say for sure where she had been taken from off of the street as she had been so disoriented then.

	Mike cut the tie wrap they had used on Suzy's wrists before putting her in the van again and then drove off into the night. Her mouth trembling, Suzy counted in a whisper and then removed her blindfold. Blinking, she recognized the police logo on the lamps outside of the building. 

	With a slow, painful gait, she began to walk toward her haven. With no skirt and panties to help with her modesty, the little girl's crotch was lewdly displayed as her ravaged cunny drained and soaked her leggings. She was crossing an alley in the middle of the first block when a croaking voice called to her.

	"Where ya, goin' all dressed up like that, girlie?" a man's voice called out. 

	Suzy whimpered and kept walking, but stopped when a filthy man with matted gray hair and tattered clothing lurched in front of her. His eyes roamed over her small form, settling on the crotch whose lines were displayed through her tight leggings.

	"Look's like ya want some 'cause that's what you're trolling for."

	Not understanding what he meant, Suzy tried to walk around him, but the man grabbed her arm and pushed his face in front of hers. 

	"Wassamatter, whore? Too good for me? Too good for ol' Russ?"

	His breath smelled of decaying teeth and cheap liquor. Wrinkling her nose, Suzy tried to extract herself from his grip. Despite her earlier woes, her adrenaline surged and she broke free. Angered, Russ caught her by her hair and threw her into the alley.

	"Little whore thinks she's too good to fuck!" he muttered as he clambered over the stunned girl.

	Suzy's strength ebbed away as the man tore at her clothes, her pain and fever overcoming any resistance her fear might have stirred anew. Once more, she was naked and helpless. But this time, she could see in the glow of a streetlight just outside the alley what Russ was holding in his hand. This must be the same thing the other men had shoved into her over and over. And it looked mean and scary.

	With a rude finger, Russ explored inside the delicate folds of Suzy's hairless pussy. Suzy writhed from the searing pain but was helpless to stop him.

	"Looks like you've been a slutty little whore tonight," Russ said with a leer as he discovered the rape slime in Suzy's cunt. "Good. It makes you ready."

	As he lowered himself to her, Suzy whimpered as she felt his hardness boring into the sensitive place between her widely spread legs. Then she closed her eyes as he made the first thrust, her tortured voice unable to cry very loud any more.

	Russ happily thrust his unwashed cock into the child's defenseless sex, enjoying his first copulation in months. She was such a tight little thing, all slippery inside. And her bald and dainty twat looked so pretty when it spread as she took his prick - so much nicer than the skanky, wire-haired cunts of the crack whores he could only usually get. When his balls released their load, he was rewarded with a tortured moan from Suzy as her womb was pumped full of his jism.

	"Hey Russ. Ya sharing?"

	Russ turned his head and saw several of his fellow street denizens rubbing their crotches. 

	"Sure!" he said with an expansive wave of his hand. "There's not much to her, but plenty to go around."

	Although it was long past a proper bedtime for a little girl, Suzy was wide awake, enduring the greasy, smelly cocks of the homeless as they drilled into her tender young body. At some point, she was rolled over and dragged up on her knees as one man manhandled her smooth little ass cheeks before stabbing his meat into her throbbing rectum. 

	With her body arranged this way, the men randomly took one hole or another, seeding her tiny cuntlet and her tortured bowels with surge after surge of goo. Suzy took it all, only responding with tuneless grunts as she was foully abused. As one man savagely rammed her ass, he held her waist with one hand while the other groped her undeveloped chest. By the time he had flooded her colon, Suzy's nipples were bruised and scratched from his attentions.

	At last, the men seemed to be finished, each of them happily staggering off and leaving the seven year-old lying nude in the filthy alleyway as their cum oozed from her ravaged holes. The thought of her clothing didn't enter Suzy's mind as she crawled back onto the sidewalk. Neither did the thought of walking as her injured body screamed in protest at any movement. 

	In a small bit of mercy, she encountered no one else before she reached the entrance of the police station. With one hand, she feebly smacked the glass of the door to attract the attention of some help inside. 

	
	
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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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