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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, December 22, 2014

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: skater.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(11), rape

story_intro: A devout tomboy, Jamie is unhappy to notice the changes her eleven year old body is starting to undergo. When she falls into some rough company, her desperately concealed secret is revealed and consequences follow.

story_language: English



Skater

Written by madvlad


	"Tits," Jamie grumbled.

	The eleven year-old stood in front of her bedroom mirror wearing only panties as she surveyed her bare chest. The slight swelling of her nipples had been something she had chosen to ignore but now the mounds the size and shape of small muffin tops could not be wished away. Although she knew she would eventually develop, she wasn't looking forward to it. A tomboy her entire life, Jamie preferred skateboarding to make-up or any other girly stuff. 

	Last night, her mother had walked in on Jamie as she was bathing to put some towels away. Noticing her younger daughter's development, she had made a big deal about her baby becoming a young lady. Jamie's older sister pulled out the old training bras she had long outgrown and gave them to her sister. Both of them had been very sweet about the whole thing - it made Jamie want to puke.

	Short and petite, Jamie could pass for a boy a couple years younger. Her face was still childishly round and she wore her dark brown hair short in the back. Her bangs hung long, brushed sideways and often obscuring one eye, which Jamie thought made her look a little tougher. A girl on the school bus had once remarked to some friends that Jamie was probably a lesbian. They had giggled until Jamie turned a cold eye to them, shutting them up.

	Jamie wasn't a lesbian - at least as far as she knew. She had sat through the required sex education classes and had endured an uncomfortable talk with her mother and quite frankly found the whole idea of sex with anyone kind of gross. If other people wanted to get hung up about it, that was fine but she wanted nothing to do with it - not even kissing.

	Now she stared at her image in the mirror. Her lean frame now showed two features of her femininity - her betraying chest and the panties that hugged her pert little rump. Jamie had wanted boys' boxers but her mother, although patient with her daughter's tomboy stubbornness, drew the line at her daughter wearing underwear meant for the opposite sex.

	Jamie turned and gave the small bra laying on her bed a baleful look. Tossing it under the bed, she dressed in her usual weekend attire - baggy pants, black sneakers and a loose-fitting t-shirt and zip-up hoodie that easily concealed her new breasts. Pulling a knit hat over her head, she surveyed herself again in the mirror, nodding in approval.

	After grabbing a bowlful of sugary cereal, Jamie raced out the back, grabbing her skateboard and rolling down the block. Since turning eleven a couple months ago, Jamie had ventured further than the park three blocks away. Catching a bus, she went across town to a rather seedy area with several abandoned industrial facilities. It was rife with concrete barriers and ramps that made it a haven for die hard skateboarders. 

	Jamie was pretty good on her board, but she knew she wasn't one of the best. But that was no problem as she simply did her thing and stayed out of the way of the older kids. For the first couple of weeks, she received some hard looks from some of the locals, but by last week she had been wordlessly accepted among the skaters. 

	There was no one else around yet this early in the morning and Jamie had the run of the place. Running up a sweat as she rode hard, she unzipped her hoodie. While attempting one stunt, she fell backwards but braced and rolled to avoid any serious injury. But her skateboard skittered away, reaching the edge of a downward sloping ramp to a shipping dock. Getting to her feet, she jogged after it, hearing it smack against the building with a slight echo. 

	As she went down the ramp, she noticed a car parked at the bottom and an open door atop the steel stairs. That was odd since the place was supposedly deserted. Mentally shrugging, she scooted under the stairs to get her skateboard. Then some heavy footsteps pounded on the metal stairs. 

	"That was our buyer," a man's voice said. "He said he'll be here at ten with the cash for our entire stash."

	"Good," another man replied. "The sooner we unload this shit, the sooner I have to stop looking for cops over my shoulder. The laptops and shit - they're easier to handle. But getting busted with this shit will be twenty hard at a minimum."

	"Let it go, Kevin," a third man barked. "I'm tired of your bitching and this was a once in a lifetime score, so grow some balls, will ya?"

	"I hear you Trace, but I'm just saying...Hey!"

	Jamie stood frozen as the man, Kevin, spotted her. She didn't know how to react except for yelping when he lunged and grabbed her arm.

	"How much did you hear, kid?" he yelled in her face.

	Jamie shook her head and tried to speak, but couldn't produce any coherent words.

	"Who the hell is he?" the man called Trace asked.

	"I don't know," Kevin said, squeezing Jamie's arm. "But he heard us talking."

	"Relax," said the first man. "He's just one of the local skate rats. They're thicker than shit here, but they won't be a problem when we do our business."

	"What about this one, Lee?" Kevin asked, giving Jamie's arm a jerk.

	"He shouldn't be a problem - just bring him inside and keep him there until we're done. Then we'll blow this town as planned and all it cost the twerp was some skating time. Does that sound good to you, Trace?"

	Trace stared at Jamie, his eyes seemingly boring into Jamie's head. Then he nodded. They went back up the stairs with Kevin tugging on Jamie. Once inside, he shoved her against a wall and told her to sit. Jamie immediately slid to the cement floor and found Trace leaning forward to talk to her.

	"Listen up, boy. You just got yourself in deep shit. But if you stay there and don't make any shit, you'll be free to go in a couple of hours. Then you can play on your skateboard and break every bone in your goddamned body for all I care. Got it?"

	Jamie gave him a fearful nod. Satisfied, Trace walked away. The floor was uncomfortable and there were only a few lights on - fluorescent lights that always remained on until they burned out. The building still had power for external lighting and an alarm system - now overridden - to help protect the property until it was sold.

	Drawing her knees up to her chest, Jamie swallowed hard, determined to stay as quiet and still as possible. It was some time later that she realized with some small bit of pride that the men thought she was a boy.

	
Jamie didn't have a watch, but figured it was ten o'clock when she heard other voices from the open door. Several times during her wait, the cereal in her stomach threatened to revolt. She was feeling shaky and wished whatever was happening would just happen so she could go. Trace came jogging in.

	"Come on, kid. We don't want our customers to see you."

	Jamie tried to stand up, but her legs weren't working too well from two hours of anxiety and stillness. Impatiently, Trace yanked her to her feet and scooped her under one arm. As he carried her into an old office, she slipped backward just enough for the man to feel something under her shirt.

	"What the hell?" Trace exclaimed as he set her on her feet. "Do you have some titties under there? I thought you were a boy."

	Jamie wanted to shrink beneath the man's odd gaze. 

	"Hiding the goods," Trace chuckled. "Stay put."

	After he left, Jamie felt her eyes water. She hadn't wanted anyone to know about her recent chest spurt, but there was something in the man's eyes that made her dread being exposed just now.

	
"What's so funny?" Lee asked as Trace walked from the room. There were now three other men with the original group; the buyer, Eduardo, and his two henchmen. They were examining several plastic bags of white powder and randomly testing the contents.

	"Just something I learned about our guest."

	"Someone else is here?" Eduardo asked suspiciously.

	"Just some local kid," Lee explained. "He wandered too close and we're keeping him here until the deal is done. Even if he goes to the cops - and we'll give him a warning to scare the shit out of him - we'll be long gone."

	"A smart choice," Eduardo agreed. "Killing a child would create a stir. Anyway, I believe our business here is done. This material is prime quality."

	Nodding to one of his accomplices, Eduardo directed him to hand Trace the briefcase with the money. Eduardo and his men waited patiently while Trace and Lee did a quick count.

	"Looks good," Lee confirmed.

	The two groups of men exchanged nods and walked to the door.

	"So what was it about the kid that made you laugh?" Kevin asked.

	"He's a girl," Trace answered. "I almost lost my grip on her and felt some little titties. And I was thinking..."

	Eduardo stopped and looked at the others.

	"A young girl?" he asked with a salacious smile. "Young enough to be mistaken for a boy?"

	"Yeah," Trace responded slowly, not sure where this was going. "I mean she's got something under there, but the way she was dressed - hell, I thought she was a nine year-old boy."

	"She should be fresh and tight," Eduardo mused. "Were you going to use her after your discovery?"

	"I was thinking about it," Trace replied carefully.

	"Gentlemen," Eduardo said to the group. "Why don't we pack out things away and then have a small celebration to toast the success of our venture, eh?"

	There was a moment of silence before a rumble of low chuckles filled the room. In her room, Jamie had only heard bits of the conversation but knew they had been saying something about her. The men's laughter made her shiver.

	
When they returned, Jamie stared at the six men, backing away and looking even smaller and more vulnerable.

	"Do you have a name?" Trace asked.

	"J-Jamie," she replied.

	"And how old are you, Jamie?" Eduardo asked in an oily voice.

	"Eleven. I just turned eleven. Please don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone I saw anything. I swear."

	"Hurt you?" Eduardo asked. "No, we are here to perform a service. Something a girl as young as you should be most grateful to receive. We are here to make you a woman."

	"Huh?" Jamie asked, thoroughly confused. 

	"We will relieve you of your virginity. From the way you are dressed, I guess you know very little of your role with men, hmm? Now, please remove your clothes."

	Jamie crossed her arms in front of her, shaking her head in a frightened, quivering motion. Kevin stepped up to her and smacked her hard across the face, sending her tumbling to the floor.

	"Remove your clothes, bitch!" he roared. 

	Eduardo frowned in distaste at Kevin's back. The man was a rabid dog, to be sure. But in this case, he might have his uses. 

	Shivering, Jamie undressed until she was down to her panties. She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping they would want nothing more.

	Just as Kevin was about to step toward her again, Eduardo spoke.

	"My colleague, here, is getting impatient, but I do not wish to see you struck again. So please, finish what you started and then keep your hands at your sides."

	Jamie shot a wild glance at Kevin and then back to the man with the accent. Both of them frightened her, but the accented man less so. She slid her panties down and stepped out of them before standing upright with her arms at her sides and her eyes closed. Tears trickled down on her cheeks as she heard snickers and other noises.

	Eduardo liked what he saw. She had small breasts that he could suck whole into his mouth. Below, she was very much like a boy until his eyes rested on her soft, hairless vulva. The labia were slightly plump and Eduardo accurately gauged that nothing had ever slipped between them.

	Scooping her up, he laid her on an old desk before parting her legs and letting them dangle over the side.

	"You must keep your eyes open and watch," he said in her ear. 

	Although his voice was soft, it carried the hint of warning in it. She did as he ordered, watching his hand as he swirled it over her flat tummy. Licking two fingers, Eduardo placed his hand back on her body, this time over the fleshy mons of Jamie's virgin sex. He rubbed her there, making Jamie moan in humiliation as she was molested. 

	Then she watched in slow horror as the  man lowered his mouth to her chest, sucking hard and taking her entire mammary in his mouth. He continued to pull on it, flicking at the nipple with his tongue and then smearing her immature breast with his saliva. One of Eduardo's men took her wrists and held them above her head, pinning them to the desk. 

	Revolted, Jamie wept as her tit bud was gnawed and suckled. After countless minutes, she was aware of something changing - her nipple was getting hard and her cunny was growing warm from all the fingering down below. And there was something else.

	With the child's breast in his mouth Eduardo grinned as he felt her clitoris match her nipple in stiffness. Not long after, he felt a first hint of moisture oozing into her cleft. This was how he preferred it - making their bodies ready even if their minds didn't want to be. He lifted his mouth, grinning at the terrified girl.

	"All women are whores in the end - even little girls. You are feeling something, yes? It's what your true self wants - to be used like the whore you are."

	Eduardo took Jamie's other sprouting titlet in his mouth, pulling and chewing while her cunny grew wetter under his skilled fingers. Jamie moaned more loudly - both in arousal and shame, reactively moving her hips in a way that made the other men chuckle. Once he was satisfied, Eduardo stood up.

	The naked preteen lay helpless before him, her hands pinned and her legs spread. Under the room's single fluorescent light fixture which was directly over the desk, Jamie's enticing young figure gleamed in three places - her spit-soaked titties with her erect pink niplets and her smooth cunt whose juices had long covered the wetness he had first applied with his fingers.

	Lifting the girl's legs, he folded them back toward her body. This new position made her cunny lips open and reveal the dewy pinkness inside. Jamie whimpered at the further exposure. 

	When Eduardo unzipped his pants and produced his erection, the girl went quiet with shock. He pressed the glans against her snatch, digging into the furrow between her lips. Jamie struggled, thrashing her head and begging him to stop. Eduardo's response was a cruel jab into the preteen's pussy, shredding her cherry. Jamie's scream goaded him on, pushing inward and making her immature tunnel stretch to take him.

	Once buried as far as Jamie's little snatch could take him, Eduardo starting fucking in earnest, straining to move inside her wet tightness. The girl showed spirit, he noted, still shrieking and churning as he raped her into an early womanhood. The breast buds Jamie had tried to conceal jiggled with every thrust, the wet, hardened nipples catching the light. Enjoying the child's display, Eduardo kept thrusting with increasing fury as the eleven year-old virgin writhed on his cock.

	Jamie was wild with fear and pain and outrage. The man's prick, so thick and hard as it pounded inside her torn pussy, was like an alien presence. She tried to contract her muscles to expel him, but could do nothing to stop the relentless shoving that mauled her tender little twat. Without warning, Eduardo stopped. Then came the jets of hot liquid as her stolen virginity was punctuated with her first insemination. Jamie wailed at this further violation she could not stop.

	Eduardo eased out of the girl, grinning at his handiwork as rape fluids drained from the stained labia of her hairless snatch. Holding his blood-stained prick so the girl could see, he saw a look of defeat he had seen before on others like her.

	Bowing his head to Lee, Eduardo stepped out of the way and let the next man take his place between the girl's legs. Jamie's next yelp as she was penetrated was weaker than it had been with Eduardo and he knew she would lose strength and be forced to completely submit to her gang rape. After Lee, it was one of Eduardo's men, followed by Trace.

	Jamie's gooey little twat was luxuriously snug around Trace's cock as he slammed into her, drawing shriller cries where Jamie had been reduced to softer weeping. Her unwillingly experienced pussy was also noisier as the fuck slime rudely squelched from her hole as she was continuously raped. 

	Rather than holding her by the hips, Trace grabbed the tiny chest sprouts he had first accidentally felt an hour ago. Squeezing them, he made her nipples and areolae swell between his fingers.

	"See, little girl?" he panted as he sluiced in and out of the preteen's injured quim. "All this cock in your cunt is making your titties grow."

	The other men enjoyed the joke but Jamie only continued to cry as Trace continued to fuck her until he blew is wad inside her deflowered body. Her small breasts were red from his rough handling and would show bruises before long.

	After Eduardo's second man was through, it was Kevin's turn. With his prick ready, he stopped and looked at the sobbing girl, watching as more jism leaked from her pussy and into the crack of her ass, lubricating her there. Abruptly, he rolled her over, grabbing the girl's perky bottom and digging his fingers into her firm cheeks. 

	"What's the matter with you kid?" he snarled. "Why did you want to look like a boy? Do you want to be a faggot? Is that it? You want me to turn you into a little faggot?"

	Eduardo knew where this was going. Although he had nothing against anal sex, this Kevin was a pig and with the size of his tool he was going to make the girl really suffer - more so than she had in front.

	Jamie didn't know anything about anal sex until she received a horrific introduction from Kevin as he ripped into her ass. A burst of adrenaline generated a long, warbling scream as her anus was brutally opened. After more heaves, nearly all of the man's length was bludgeoning her virgin rectum, driving the breath from her.

	As Jamie struggle for air, Kevin's lancing prick burned her aching sphincter as he sawed in and out. Every thrust was like a punch in the gut, making her insides move in ways she could never imagined. She felt tearing back there and the violent movements of the man's cock inside her prepubescent ass became perversely lubricated.

	"This is what you wanted, isn't it, faggot boy?" he grunted as he sodomized the eleven year-old. "You're a little faggot boy, now, aren't you. AREN'T YOU?"

	Jamie nodded in desperation, hoping this was what he wanted.

	"Yeah!" he responded with an even deeper thrust. "Here's more for you, little bitch boy."

	Jamie's tight ass cheeks quivered as her anal sheath was abused. Kevin's pubic hair was now brushing the smooth, round globes at the end of each long inward push and his balls slapped her bald, throbbing snatch. The man continued driving into the preteen's ass with his oversized cock until he flooded her bowels with burning gobs of semen.

	Pulling out, he watched his jism pouring from Jamie's cruelly stretch anus. The stuff was reddened by thin threads of blood that spoke of her abuse. 

	"Look at that," he smirked. "Our little faggot-wannabe had a cherry ass. Well no more - now she can go troll for big faggots to plug her slutty little ass."

	He slapped Jamie on one buttock and walked away, relishing his recent escapade.

	Even the others were taken aback by the violence Kevin had inflicted, but the man was bigger than anyone else and just as handy with a weapon as any of them. Lee and Trance didn't see the need to give Jamie and warning about not telling and they left the room with Eduardo and his men. She had been a nice piece of pussy and no one had any illusions about what they had done to her, but getting butt-raped the way she had by a borderline psychopath was something else. 

	It was early afternoon before Jamie had the strength to gather her clothing. In a seeming act of contrition, Lee had come back to the room and left a pile of napkins from a fast food place before leaving without a word. Weeping occasionally, Jamie wiped what she could but still felt the stickiness of her defilement deep in both places. At least she was no longer bleeding from her rear although it throbbed mightily - even more so than her roughly abused vagina.

	Lurching outside, she blinked in the bright sunlight. Kids were skating about, hollering and jumping and cursing and tumbling - just like always. Her skateboard lay untouched under the stairs. After staring at it for a minute, Jamie left it behind and slowly limped to the bus stop.

	

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